Chances and Promises

I don't own 'Harry Potter'

"Ow."

He knew it wasn't the most original thing to say upon waking up in the hospital, but his head bloody well hurt.

Fred sort of remembered a wall exploding and a bit of brick smacking into the back of his head, but after that he was completely blank. He supposed he'd been knocked out or something, but he couldn't remember anything right now.

"Bloody hell, my head's as blank as Ron's homework."

A strangled snort sounded from his right and he looked over to see a pained grin on his twin's face. He grinned back and waved, the movement a bit off from sleep.

"Hey, Gred. What happened to snake-face? Don't tell me he grew his nose back or something."

George grinned shakily before his face dropped and his shoulders sagged, leaning over so his head was on top of the bed. He grabbed Fred's hand and squeezed, hard. Fred felt more alert than ever as a feeling of dread sunk into his stomach. Please, don't tell me …

"We won. We won, but … people died. So many on our side, and I just –" George stopped and took a deep breath, head still on the covers. "Hestia, Lavender, Sinistra …"

He paused for a second before continuing in a pained voice. "Tonks and Remus are dead."

Fred clenched his eyes shut and drew in a sharp breath. The older woman was brilliant, was even a distant cousin to them and always made sure to put a smile on everyone's face. And Remus, Moony, he was one of their favourite professors ever. He was such a kind man, but firm in his beliefs and so gentle with everyone. And Teddy, Jesus that kid doesn't have parents any more.

Like Harry.

At that thought he froze. What happened to Harry?

"He's fine."

Fred turned to identical brown eyes, realising he'd spoken out loud. "He's fine?"

"… Somehow."

He narrowed his eyes. "George."

"He –" George cut off with a sigh and ran his fingers through his hair. "Harry walked into the Forbidden Forest and let Voldemort kill him with a Killing Curse, martyring himself so everyone else could live. Just because he's alive now doesn't mean he's mentally okay."

Fred listened as his other half spoke, the words gripping his heart like an icy vice and squeezing. Harry martyred himself. He died. For them. For everyone who sat on their arses and did nothing, for those who called him a lying psycho, for the gits that praised him but didn't lift a finger to help.

Bloody self-sacrificing moron.

"Where is he?"

George studied him with narrowed eyes before smiling widely. "He's at Grimmauld Place. I'll help you sneak out and go find our favourite green-eyed imp."

Fred nodded and stood up. "Brilliant."

Not five minutes later Fred was dressed and preparing to sneak out with George's clothes before his twin turned to him with a devilish smirk that set off all manner of mental alarms.

"By the way, dearest brother of mine," said George from his spot lounging on the hospital bed, "make sure to tell Harrikins everything on your mind.

"After all," he purred with a salacious grin, "I can't wait to have a cute little brother-in-law."

Fred felt his face burn and he spun and fled, resolutely ignoring his twin's roaring laughs and trying to figure it out.

How the fuck did he know?!

"You're okay."

The breathless exclamation, the sheer joy in the emerald eyes and the happiness on Harry's face was enough to obliterate his plans in an instant.

Fred had decided to come over to Grimmauld Place to see if his friend was in the right place mentally, maybe make him laugh a bit and drag him back to The Burrow to immerse him in the family. No matter what George said he didn't want to burden Harry with his feelings right now after such an emotional time. They'd fought in a war, there was no way things could start working out so quickly.

Instead Harry had looked at him like he hung the stars, and Fred's thoughts were 'fuck it'.

He strode determinedly over to the smaller man and grabbed his face, angling his face up as he bent down to press their lips together. At Harry's intake of breath Fred pressed harder, wrapping one arm around Harry's waist and licking into his mouth with desperation. He'd nearly died. He'd nearly died, and the person he was in love with would have never known, and he would never have known if Harry would have given him a chance.

He wasn't going to play safe any more.

Harry lifted his arms and wrapped them around Fred's neck, pulling him closer and kissing back just as enthusiastically. Fred felt his pulse race as he noticed the other man's physical excitement, but before he could try and calm them down Harry pulled back and gazed up at him with piercing eyes.

"You nearly died."

Fred swallowed heavily. "I did."

"Please don't leave me."

He looked down into beseeching green orbs and nodded carefully, leaning down once more to seal his promise.

"Never."

A/N: Hey guys!

So this is the last of today's updates, and a quick shoutout to misschief_managed for the request, even though it was AGES ago. I still have requests to work through, but it's more that my own ideas happen as well so they'll all take time to appear. (Not to mention work screwing me over, but that's a rant for another day lol)

With this one, I've managed to do all the Weasley siblings with canon Harry, but I was wondering if anyone would mind a Harry x Twins at some point. And don't look at me like that, we all know how popular that threesome is lol. Just because you don't want to admit it's a thing, doesn't mean the internet didn't run away with the idea of Harry and a set of good-looking twins XD

I can't say when I'll update next but I'll try to make sure it isn't that long. 'Try' being the operative word in that sentence.

Until next time!