And here I present the long awaited (okay, so maybe it's just awaited by
two people) second chapter of Help From Twins. There will most likely be
only one more chapter after this, if I don't fit everything in here.
Enjoy!
Help From Twins - Part Two
A low moan brought George and Fred's attention to the boy on the bed below them. Fred looked into his mirror's face, surprise showing clearly.
"Was that you?"
"No, I thought it was you," George replied.
Fred's face lit up.
"You don't think . he's . "
"He'd damn well better be. I'm going to get him something to drink, and I don't want to risk trying to summon it. I'll be back in two minutes, okay?"
"Right," Fred nodded, "Do remember to bring back more tissues with the water, will you?"
George smirked at his twin and nodded, reaching out a hand to caress Fred's face. Though they seemed not to care about much more than mischief, they were very attuned to reading into others emotions. They were also very adept at reading between the lines of others sentences. George smiled once before standing from the bed and walking out of the room. Once the door was closed, Fred focused his attention entirely on Harry, as if willing the boy to move. When nothing happened after a minute, he began to think that he and George had just been hearing things, but suddenly Harry's eyes scrunched up as if in pain and he moaned softly.
"Harry? Wake up! Come on, old boy, I know you're not dead now," Fred encouraged, "Come on now. Just open your pretty green eyes, and everything'll be just fine."
Someone up above seemed to be listening, because at that moment, Harry's eyes did indeed open. He blinked, sleepily, and turned his fuzzy vision on Fred.
"Which one are you?" he yawned, "Fred or George?"
"Really, Harry. It's been what, five years?" Fred grinned.
"Sorry, Fred," Harry grinned tiredly, leaving the older boy nearly floored.
"How . how did you know?"
"You've got the deeper voice. . Where are my glasses?"
Fred sighed and brushed some hair out of Harry's eyes. Then, throwing caution to the winds . he tripped. And landed conveniently on top of the boy beneath him, causing most of the air to be knocked out of Harry's body. Then Fred grabbed Harry into a huge hug, willing himself not to cry, but unable to stop the slow rocking motions he made.
"My god, Harry, you have no idea what it was like. I mean, I'd just stopped in to see how you were and there you were, bleedin' all over, and your uncle was there and then you just fell down and didn't move. Then I brought you here and you wouldn't wake up and for a while me 'n' George thought you were dead and . " he stopped, pulled back, and slapped Harry upside the head.
"Ow!" Harry yelped, "What was that for?"
"Don't you ever make me worry about you like that again, you understand?" Fred asked, sternly, pointing his index finger just under Harry's nose.
Gulping slightly, Harry nodded, and Fred just as quickly switched moods and hugged him. This time Harry returned it . only to be disrupted by someone making fake sniffling noises.
"Awww . " said George's voice, "It's so sweet."
"Shut up, George," Fred said, playfully swatting in his twin's general direction, "And give the Boy Who Lived Again a hug. You know you want to."
There was a long, suffering sigh, before Harry felt Fred stand and George replace him. This time they nearly fell off the bed, seeing as George was coming at him at with a flying leap. Harry could hear Fred chuckling behind them as he fought to keep balance while a babbling George went on about 'giving him a heart attack at a young age' and 'the next time you do something stupid like that I'm going to have your head for it, so help me God!'.
"I'm sorry," Harry said lowly, "I didn't mean for Uncle Vernon to come after me like that. I certainly didn't want to give you a heart attack, either. . I just . I just can't control myself properly, and the Dursley's don't like magic and all that."
George sighed; somehow he'd known that Harry would blame himself for what his uncle had done to him. It was just the boy's nature to do that, though often it was never his fault. He tilted Harry's face so that he was looking into the other boy's eyes, eyes that never ceased to amaze him.
"It wasn't your fault, you know," he assured the green-eyed wonder.
Fred agreed with his twin readily, sitting down on Harry's other side. A part of him though that maybe they were crowding the younger boy, but another part said that Harry didn't seem uncomfortable; they weren't doing anything wrong. He listened to the second part.
"Yes," he nodded, "Just because that bastard for an uncle you have is such a . well, bastard, it doesn't mean that you should be the one to suffer for it. And besides, I praise you for keeping your sanity around those relatives of yours. I know I'd never be able to do it."
Nor would I. It must take some real courage to put up with them everyday," George added, "I don't think just anybody could do it, but then again, you're not just anybody, are you?"
"Of course not, George. He's The Boy Who Lived," Fred grinned, "And such a handsome boy to have lived, isn't he?"
"Oh yes."
The twins laughed. Harry chuckled along with them, thinking of his parents and how they had been right. He really did have someone to live for. Two people, for that matter, and he could not imagine ever leaving them.
"Thank you," he whispered, "You don't know how much this really means to me, do you? I've never had anybody to care about what happened to me, not until I met your family."
Fred and George sobered rather quickly, looking down at him with curious expressions that he couldn't place with an emotion. They looked at each other and held a silent conversation in the language known only to twins. Harry was left completely clueless until finally they seemed to come to a decision and both looked back down at him.
"Harry . " Fred started, "There's something we should probably tell you, and we don't know how you're going to take it but . here goes nothing."
~Finis, chapter two~
Well, how'm I doing? Hope you're enjoying the story so far!
Next chapter: What do Fred and George need to tell Harry? How will he react? (Like you don't already know ::rolls eyes:: And will Ron's pajamas explode? Find out in: Help From Twins - Part Three! (I know, I'm so original ::laughs:: =^-^=)
Enjoy!
Help From Twins - Part Two
A low moan brought George and Fred's attention to the boy on the bed below them. Fred looked into his mirror's face, surprise showing clearly.
"Was that you?"
"No, I thought it was you," George replied.
Fred's face lit up.
"You don't think . he's . "
"He'd damn well better be. I'm going to get him something to drink, and I don't want to risk trying to summon it. I'll be back in two minutes, okay?"
"Right," Fred nodded, "Do remember to bring back more tissues with the water, will you?"
George smirked at his twin and nodded, reaching out a hand to caress Fred's face. Though they seemed not to care about much more than mischief, they were very attuned to reading into others emotions. They were also very adept at reading between the lines of others sentences. George smiled once before standing from the bed and walking out of the room. Once the door was closed, Fred focused his attention entirely on Harry, as if willing the boy to move. When nothing happened after a minute, he began to think that he and George had just been hearing things, but suddenly Harry's eyes scrunched up as if in pain and he moaned softly.
"Harry? Wake up! Come on, old boy, I know you're not dead now," Fred encouraged, "Come on now. Just open your pretty green eyes, and everything'll be just fine."
Someone up above seemed to be listening, because at that moment, Harry's eyes did indeed open. He blinked, sleepily, and turned his fuzzy vision on Fred.
"Which one are you?" he yawned, "Fred or George?"
"Really, Harry. It's been what, five years?" Fred grinned.
"Sorry, Fred," Harry grinned tiredly, leaving the older boy nearly floored.
"How . how did you know?"
"You've got the deeper voice. . Where are my glasses?"
Fred sighed and brushed some hair out of Harry's eyes. Then, throwing caution to the winds . he tripped. And landed conveniently on top of the boy beneath him, causing most of the air to be knocked out of Harry's body. Then Fred grabbed Harry into a huge hug, willing himself not to cry, but unable to stop the slow rocking motions he made.
"My god, Harry, you have no idea what it was like. I mean, I'd just stopped in to see how you were and there you were, bleedin' all over, and your uncle was there and then you just fell down and didn't move. Then I brought you here and you wouldn't wake up and for a while me 'n' George thought you were dead and . " he stopped, pulled back, and slapped Harry upside the head.
"Ow!" Harry yelped, "What was that for?"
"Don't you ever make me worry about you like that again, you understand?" Fred asked, sternly, pointing his index finger just under Harry's nose.
Gulping slightly, Harry nodded, and Fred just as quickly switched moods and hugged him. This time Harry returned it . only to be disrupted by someone making fake sniffling noises.
"Awww . " said George's voice, "It's so sweet."
"Shut up, George," Fred said, playfully swatting in his twin's general direction, "And give the Boy Who Lived Again a hug. You know you want to."
There was a long, suffering sigh, before Harry felt Fred stand and George replace him. This time they nearly fell off the bed, seeing as George was coming at him at with a flying leap. Harry could hear Fred chuckling behind them as he fought to keep balance while a babbling George went on about 'giving him a heart attack at a young age' and 'the next time you do something stupid like that I'm going to have your head for it, so help me God!'.
"I'm sorry," Harry said lowly, "I didn't mean for Uncle Vernon to come after me like that. I certainly didn't want to give you a heart attack, either. . I just . I just can't control myself properly, and the Dursley's don't like magic and all that."
George sighed; somehow he'd known that Harry would blame himself for what his uncle had done to him. It was just the boy's nature to do that, though often it was never his fault. He tilted Harry's face so that he was looking into the other boy's eyes, eyes that never ceased to amaze him.
"It wasn't your fault, you know," he assured the green-eyed wonder.
Fred agreed with his twin readily, sitting down on Harry's other side. A part of him though that maybe they were crowding the younger boy, but another part said that Harry didn't seem uncomfortable; they weren't doing anything wrong. He listened to the second part.
"Yes," he nodded, "Just because that bastard for an uncle you have is such a . well, bastard, it doesn't mean that you should be the one to suffer for it. And besides, I praise you for keeping your sanity around those relatives of yours. I know I'd never be able to do it."
Nor would I. It must take some real courage to put up with them everyday," George added, "I don't think just anybody could do it, but then again, you're not just anybody, are you?"
"Of course not, George. He's The Boy Who Lived," Fred grinned, "And such a handsome boy to have lived, isn't he?"
"Oh yes."
The twins laughed. Harry chuckled along with them, thinking of his parents and how they had been right. He really did have someone to live for. Two people, for that matter, and he could not imagine ever leaving them.
"Thank you," he whispered, "You don't know how much this really means to me, do you? I've never had anybody to care about what happened to me, not until I met your family."
Fred and George sobered rather quickly, looking down at him with curious expressions that he couldn't place with an emotion. They looked at each other and held a silent conversation in the language known only to twins. Harry was left completely clueless until finally they seemed to come to a decision and both looked back down at him.
"Harry . " Fred started, "There's something we should probably tell you, and we don't know how you're going to take it but . here goes nothing."
~Finis, chapter two~
Well, how'm I doing? Hope you're enjoying the story so far!
Next chapter: What do Fred and George need to tell Harry? How will he react? (Like you don't already know ::rolls eyes:: And will Ron's pajamas explode? Find out in: Help From Twins - Part Three! (I know, I'm so original ::laughs:: =^-^=)
