Chapter 7

Disclaimer: I only own Michael and John-John. Harry Potter solely belongs to J.K. Rowling.

Warning: Insinuations of child abuse

A.N. : To make it final, Michael and Harry are twins. John-John is a little over a year younger than them.

The three brothers quickly checked to see if any of their 'relatives', were coming back. Michael and John-John slipped through the door to find Dudley, who was too caught up watching T.V. to notice anything. Harry glided past the living room and tiptoed up the stairs. He walked past his own door that was covered in locks and bolts and came to the last door on the right (I don't know where each door really is).

The door was closed and no sound could be heard from where Harry stood on the plush carpet that lined the hallway. Seeing that he was not going to get anywhere just standing there, Harry quietly stepped up to and leaned on the door until his body was flush with it. Straining his ears, he could barely make out his aunt and uncle's voices as they discussed the new turn of events.

"They'll not be going. I won't allow it. I won't have any freaks in this house. I had promised I would beat it out of them, but apparently, I have been slacking off of that", Vernon said in a hushed voice.

Petunia earnestly whispered back to her husband. "Don't be too hasty dear. We have several options. Now let's think. You could beat them, actually, yes I think you should beat them and threaten them into submission."

Harry almost laughed at this. Beat me into submission, yeah right. It was almost comical to him. Hearing nothing he decided that this wasn't good because that meant Vernon was thinking and that was never good. What Harry heard his uncle say next, made his heart skip a beat.

"No, honey. That won't work at all. It might work for the two freaks, but not the third one. Darn that Harry Potter. I would never beat that boy into submission. So no. It's simple. We will take Mikey and Harry aside and tell them that if they go then no one will be there to stop John from getting very sick. Yes, that is what we will do".

Harry pulled his body away from the door and silently walked away and down the steps. Walking past the living room with a still oblivious Dudley, Harry slammed the kitchen door open with a band, and looked upon his brothers.

Both boys had made their way back into the kitchen and decided to not let the good go to waste. The Dursleys would not remember anyway because of the letters. They loaded three plates with bacon, eggs, and toast. Neither had eaten in three days and they had to keep up their strength so that they could do their chores. The two brothers sat down adjacent to one another and began to eat, while anticipating Harry's arrival.

What they did not anticipate was a slammed door. Both looked up, startled at the sound, to see a very angry Harry, which was never a good thing. The fact that their plates were starting to shake, did not help assuage their concern.

Seeing concern and a little bit on fear on his siblings' faces, Harry took several deep breaths, closed his eyes, and clenched his fists in an attempt to contain the rage boiling under his skin. Once he was sure his anger was in check, Harry opened his eyes. The plates had stopped shaking and upon seeing the third plate, realized how hungry he was.

Sensing the change in attitude, John-John turned back to and continued eating his food. Michael only returned to his food when his twin had had sat down, opposite of him with John-John protectively in between, and dug into his eggs.

Each boy continued their meal in utter silence. When Michael finished, not three minutes later, he walked over to the sink and cleaned his plate. John-John, then Harry soon followed.

Before either of his older brothers could speak, John-John blurted out, "You're really upset big bro. You only get this way when you hear something bad involving me. So what's up?"

Seeing no point in buttering it up, Harry repeated exactly what he had heard his uncle say. When he finished he ran his hand through his messy hair, the only sign of how agitated he was at this information that he had found out. Michael was doing the same, while John-John had a distant look on him. No one spoke, each boy caught in his own thoughts. Finally, the youngest Potter couldn't take it anymore.

"You two have to go. I refuse to let you miss out on this opportunity because of me. Besides, I promise to stay at Lauren's most of the time, so there's no point in worrying. Seriously, Lauren is almost as protective as you two".

The twins took on a startled look then looked at their brother like he had grown another head. No, they would never abandon John-John. Lauren's family couldn't protect him. Both boys were absolutely positive that they would miss out on this opportunity in order to protect their little brother.

"YOU'RE GOING AND THAT IS FINAL", John-John shouted directly to the twin's minds. With that the youngest Potter stalked out of the room, leaving his Protectors behind.

Once John-John had left Harry exchanged a knowing glance with his younger twin.

"He's definitely too stubborn when it comes to us", Michael commented. Harry nodded. John-John was extremely shy and complacent around everyone, except Harry and Michael. When he was around his older brothers, John-John was as stubborn as a mule and could yell like there was no tomorrow. And John-John had said it forcefully to their minds, so that meant there was no chance of changing his mind. But the twins were as protective of John-John, as he was stubborn.

So the two shut off their connection to their younger brother and started to converse quietly on their options. Soon enough they had come up with a plan.

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Four Days Later: August 16th

John-John was in the hospital again. So were the Dursleys, but just to show they 'cared' for their youngest nephew, especially since it was his tenth birthday (I randomly decided this). All of the items of importance were hidden away so Harry and Michael, who were left to do chores, couldn't 'contaminate' or break them.

Michael was washing dishes while Harry was drying them. Neither boy was paying attention to the task. They were waiting. Today was the day to put their plan to work. They were awaiting the arrival of a 'Mr. Hagrid", who was to take them to get supplies, according to their identical letters. Luckily, the Dursleys hadn't read the letters because Harry had burned them. So both boys were waiting anxiously, yet both were startled when the doorbell rang.

Michael dropped the plate he was holding and it crashed on the floor. Upon impact, Michael bent to clean it up, but Harry waved him off with a I'll-fix-it look. Michael nodded and headed to the door. Before pushing the swinging door open, he was hit in the back of the head by a semi-wet towel. He heard a soft 'klutz' too.

Michael grabbed the beige towel off of his head, dried his still wet hands, then threw the towel back. "This means war", was all he said before exiting the room to greet their guest.

Harry smiled to himself and without looking, threw the towel on top of the wet dishes. He glanced at the floor with a look of disdain, wondering why he was even bothering, and snapped his fingers. Quick as it had broken, the plate became whole again.

Hopping off of the chair he was standing on, he grabbed the now fixed plate and examined it to make sure it was perfect. When he was satisfied, he put it on the table and walked out to the living room, to where Mr. Hagrid and Michael were situated.

Harry was shocked when he saw Mr. Hagrid. The man was humongous. He could probably eat me and Michael and still be hungry. Harry looked like a fish out of water with his emerald eyes almost popping out of socket and his mouth hanging open.

Hagrid, on the other hand, was thrilled. It was not everyday that he got to meet his closest friends' kids. James and Lily themselves had wanted to come, but Dumbledore had advised against it. He thought that it would be a little too much for the boys and thought they might be a little angry at their parents. So naturally, Hagrid was volunteered and he had readily agreed.

The half giant ignored the look on Harry's face and went over to give Harry a hug. Harry backed up towards the kitchen, remembered Michael, and placed himself between the two. Michael, on the sofa, laughed at Harry's protectiveness, but was grateful at the same time because he himself was scared of the man. Harry stopped when he heard Michael laugh and let his guard down a little.

Turning back to the giant of a man, Harry asked in a polite voice, "Mr. Hagrid, I presume?"

"That be me. And let me see… You're John right?", Hagrid replied, while still smiling.

"No. I am Harry. John-John, since my twin has not told you yet, is in the hospital", Harry immediately started on their plan.

" 'Arry, uh? Sorry 'bout….Wait, 'ospital. Why? No. Dumbledore will not be happy. Poor 'ittle guy", Hagrid started to ramble.

Michael cut in, wondering who Dumbledore was. "Yes he is sick right now. But it is okay. He'll get better. We would like to see him, though. We prefer to see him before we go shopping, if it is alright with you".

Hagrid, who had finally started to pay attention, smiled even wider than before and laughed, throwing his head back and almost knocking down the fan on the ceiling.

"Aye. We can go whenever ye want to because you only have a wand to buy and I can show ye some things that ye probably have never seen afore".

Both boys looked at the man with stunned faces. Harry recovered first and asked what he and his brother were thinking.

"What do you mean Mr. Hagrid? The letters said we had to buy several things like supplies, clothes, and animals. You are supposed to take us shopping for them. Did you shop for us yourself, Mr. Hagrid?"

It took a few moments, but Hagrid finally understood what Harry meant and why he was confused. "Ye can call me Hagrid. I ain't no Mister. Makes me feel old. And to answer your question, no. I didn't get your stuff. It wouldn't be right for me to".

"Then who did get most of our supplies, if not you?" Michael asked.

Hagrid looked at both boys, gauging their expressions, before answering. "Why your parents of course. They thought they would save ye the trouble of shopping and wanted to show their love". Hagrid was still looking at the twins, expecting them to smile at their parents' show of affection. That never happened.

Both boys were thinking and sharing the same thoughts. Our parents. The ones who abandoned us. Didn't want us. Left us to rot here. Left John-John to die slowly form poison. Left without explanation before we could even talk. Left John-John here. Never contacted us. Never wanted us. Show of affection? Show of Crap.

The room began to shake. Michael was still thinking those thoughts, but Harry couldn't think anymore. All he saw was red. His parents were responsible for everything that had happened to his siblings and himself. Yet they wanted to throw this crap at them.

Harry couldn't control it anymore. He grunted and the shaking increased ten fold. Pictures from the mantle piece began to fall. It felt like an earthquake. Lights began to flicker.

Hagrid looked at Harry and Michael. Michael looked on with respect to his brother for his rage. There was no stopping Harry's anger. Now he knew why Dumbledore did not want to send Lily and James.

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A.N.: I know how late I am. I had my brother's birthday and studying for AP tests. Also, I am lazy. I will update in less than a week, though no guarantees.

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