Firstly: MEEP! I got the job! I'll be working evenings, so hopefully I'll update around nine or so, if I have the chapter ready to go. Also, the number of followers went up since I checked last week. 705! And 445 favorites! Thank you guys so much for liking it. I mainly started this because there were so few Jasper/Harry fics.

Secondly: Reviews! I love reviews because I'm hearing your thoughts on my writing. I also get a few really good ideas to put into the story, please review if you want. I don't want you to review unless you really want to! Now, onto the specific question!

yukino76: As far as Arthur is concerned, I'm still trying to figure him out myself. His character is definitely something that I don't think about consciously, and just let come out as the story progresses. So I'll be just as shocked as you when Arthur is brought into the story some more. Finally, not much good ever comes about when people plan the murder of anyone, especially a child. Molly, though, is more concerned about her well-being and the well-being of her only daughter. While it Isn't canon that Ginny is a frilly girl and such, I do believe that she's been hearing tales of Harry Potter since she was little. Partnering that with being saved by him personally, Ginny has a bit of hero complex and has decided that she won't settle for anything less. In Molly's mind, she's going to make it possible for Ginny to marry her hero, inherit his fortune, and then kill the boy who 'infected' her son Fred. I'm not entirely sure how this is going to pan out yet, but I can happily tell you that I have no intentions of killing Harry. That being said, it makes it a tad obvious that whatever she has planned doesn't work, but that doesn't mean it won't have some impact.

mizzrazz72: This isn't a question from you, more than towards you. What do you mean by that? I haven't gotten the time to PM with my own questions, but if you could answer this for me that be great because I have no clue what you mean when you say 'instead of a wedding, it's a funeral'. Thanks!

Now: ON WITH THE STORY!

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Previously:

Neville was the first to speak back up after ten minutes of the trio hugging one another, whispering words of encouragement and love. "Then it's settled," he began. "We do our best to ignore Fred and Moody, and if anything happens, we tell the others."

And as he neared it in his mind, one thing became very obvious: why they chose Fred out of everyone, to come after Harry Potter...mixing through his magical core in a brilliant silver thread was an engagement bond. One that linked itself to an image of Harry Potter grinning at him as he accepted the ring right before Bill and Fleur's wedding.

Humming to herself, Molly Weasley went about her day with the thought that everything was finally going in her favor, in the favor of her family. If only she could convince the Headmaster to claim Ginny as his daughter now that the war was over. What she didn't notice was Arthur, her husband, standing slightly behind her as she said this aloud.

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It had been a few days since Harry had been at school, having stayed home to prepare himself to possibly seeing Fred as school. George, Neville, and Luna had all returned the next day, claiming Harry ill to those who asked.

Jasper couldn't understand why anyone would want to harm his little mate, nor could he understand how anyone was even able to do so. Just one look at Harry gave you all you needed to know: he wouldn't harm a fly unless provoked, hesitating even then.

Soon the pine tree and lightning scent that was uniquely Harry flooded his sense of smell. Looking up, Jasper watched as Harry entered the classroom. His hair was pulled back off his face and neck by a ribbon, and his green sweater (it had began to snow that morning) was fitted, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. Jasper heard the sharp intake of breath from behind him, and upon looking grimaced at the newest two-eared redhead. Looking back at Harry, Jasper motioned to the seat next to himself, growing happy at the thankful beam thrown his way. Taking a closer look at him, Jasper noticed that the chain with his ring was tucked inside his sweater, rather than outside as usual.

At the end of class, Harry spoke. "Jasper?" Harry called after him. Turning to look back at him, Jasper waited for him to continue. "I was wondering if you could tutor me in Government? I'm not the best at it and it really doesn't help that it makes no sense to me, but I figured since you're the best, you might want to help me and I was..." Stopping abruptly, Harry blushed. "I rambled."

Laughing, Jasper answered him, saying, "It's fine. I would love to help you Harry. Let's meet at the end of the day and exchange numbers to set times."

Harry nodded and turned to go to class, pausing when Jasper called after him. "Chemistry is the other way Harry!"

Blushing deeply, Harry turned around and hurried past him, his blush darkening as Jasper's laugh washed over him. "Damn blonde with his accent and curls and he can go fuck himself for making me blush like a girlin primary!" Harry thought as he plopped his stuff next to George. Looking up at the door, a wide-eyed George look at him, or rather the seat next to him.

Turning slowly in his seat, Harry paled at seeing Fred Weasley sitting next to him.

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Fred was not having a good day. Firstly there was no one who resembled the skinny, gangly kid in the picture, or anyone who looked like the memory in his magical core for that matter, anywhere in this school. And Moody asked him everyday, at lunch like clockwork, if he had seen Harry Potter yet. How was he to have seen him, when there wasn't a single person who looked like him! Sitting down in Chemistry, which was supposed to be similar to Potions (but seemed far worse, and more pointless to him), his magic hummed as someone he was close to sat next to him.

It wasn't until he turned to see a wide-eyed emerald green gaze meet his own. Fred opened and closed his mouth multiple times and barley registered when the dark haired boy grabbed his things and quickly slid into the seat next to the blonde southerner. When he finally cambe back to his senses, Fred realized that Harry Potter was no longer next to him, the seat now being occupied by a red-head instead. Shaking his head he turned back to the board: determined to push Harry Potter to the back of his mind.

It was lunch when the phone Moody had given him rang, just as it had been doing for the past few days. Answering the device, Fred stifled a sigh as Moody barked out a rough, "Have you seen Potter yet?"

Turning to look at the dark haired boy who sat with the redhead from Chemistry, Fred realized he didn't know his name. "No. He's still out ill," Fred told him, thankful he didn't know the other boy's name. While it wasn't ideal, Fred knew that he would have to continue putting off Moody finding out about the boy possibly being Potter. He couldn't break through the potions in a day or two, and the only way he would get time to break all of them in his system was if he made it himself. It made him sick, seeing the memories coming back one or two at a time. The most recent memory was from the day he had originally woken from his magically induced coma.

MEMORY:

He was laying in his bed, a cool rag on his forehead and a glass of water on his bedside table. His back was sore and bruised, hurting despite the war having been ended months ago; according to his date and time spell anyway. It must be something to with having been in a bed, unresponsive, the entire time.

Fred could tell from his bond with George that he was saddened about something, though unsure what it could be. However even as he wondered about George, his thoughts wandered to the person who had captured his heart so easily: Harry Potter. He couldn't wait until his little love came to visit him, just seeing him smile made Fred's day.

As he grinned to himself, recalling Harry's acceptance of his proposal, the door to his room opened and his mum walked in. "Oh, Fred! You're awake! How are you doing? You're comfortable, yes? I've brought you some nice broth to soothe your stomach," his mum was saying.

"Mum, not that I don't love this, could you send Harry in?" Fred asked peering around her, expecting the 'Boy Hero' to walk in.

Fred missed the look of disgust on his mother's face, only giving her his attention when she said, "Harry's been having trouble sleeping while waiting for you to wake. I sent him home when you started to show signs of waking. He'll be back tomorrow dear. For now, have some broth and take these potions for pain."

Patting him on the head, his mum left the room. Frowning slightly at his mother's explanation of Harry having already left, something he had never done before, Fred did as he was told.

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The next thing Fred remembered was waking once more, a week later and answering, "Ickle Ronnie's best mate? Why would I ask after him?" When his mum asked if he wanted Harry Potter to come see him.

Thinking back on it, he should have questioned the look of pure joy on his mother's face when he said that.

"Are you listening boy?" Moody growled, bringing Fred back to the present.

"I have to go to class," Fred told him, hanging up the phone and putting his head in his hands. What Moody had asked, or told him to do for that matter, Fred didn't know. However, he did know that he wasn't planning on going back to the little rented house right away. If he could get the two memories he had regained behind an occlumency wall, not even the potions Moody practically shoved down his throat each night would get rid of them once more. He didn't want to lose proposing and being accepted to a potion for a third time, and he most certainly didn't want to lose the memory of first waking up. Something was in those potions he was forced to take, and he didn't know what it was. Fred did know that if he kept taking the stupid things, his chances of regaining all of his memories were being chewed up by Snape.

Shaking his head, Fred stood up and stretched – sending a quick, disheartened glance towards Harry Potter, Fred went to class. Hopefully, Moody would get ran over before the end of the school day.

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Jasper was beyond gitty. Harry had asked him for his help, and that meant spending time with his little mate. But when a text from Peter came through, his happy moody evaporated as he read it.

Jasper, get Rosalie and Emmett to distract Harry after Gym for ten minutes. A past ally of his will be there to pick up the brain-washed twin, and will try to take Harry otherwise. If he gets to Harry, it will be at least a month before you get him back.

It was the first time that Peter had called him anything other than Major in decades, not to mention the first time he had ever called Rosalie and Emmett by their names. Forwarding the message to the two of them, Jasper made sure to see them nod before getting up to go outside and into the surrounding forest. Taking his phone out, he quickly dialed Peter and began talking the moment the phone was answered. "Tell me everything I need to know about the guy Peter."

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NOTE: Nothing to do with the Order this time, but I'm trying to make that piece the best I can. Hopefully the next chapter will have the Order in it. Also, I hope you guys haven't forgotten about the prophecy Luna made in the beginning! Any ideas on what it mean? Who it means? Let me know your thoughts, that is if you want to, and I'll tell you if your right in a few chapters. (I hope! Fingers crossed!) :D Later lovlies!

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