Quick(ish) AN: Yes, I know, Cissa told Harry about Sirius and everything way back in ch 1, but it just hit Harry when Andromeda told him, because death was already on his mind from Colin's funeral (in ch 1 he was more concerned with escape from the 'adoring' public) and he'd just let his walls down to Hermione, so all in all, a dodgy situation. It's mentioned again in this ch, not to say it again but to explain to George. I promise that bit is short!

On with the story!

"George? You mind if I come in mate?"

Harry had employed the same tactic once used on the Dursleys to make sure the Burrow was empty of all others when he went to visit George. He sent a letter. The only difference being, the Weasley's really would have something waiting for them. Deciding to go in anyway, Harry opened the door.

George was laying on one of the two beds, facing the wall, and from the smell, he'd been that way for a while. Cleaning charms can only do so much, even when cast by someone as adept as Molly Weasley.

"Hey George. I dunno if you'll be interested or not, but I'm going away. I'm gonna go travel, or something. I wondered if you wanted to come with. I may not have known Fred as well or as long as you, but even I know that if you don't have any good stories for him when you go, there'll be hell to pay, and I don't think he'd consider laying in bed for weeks a good story, do you?" There was still no response from the figure in the bed, even though Harry knew he was awake. He continued. "You can't keep doing this to your mum, mate. It's one thing to lose a son in war, it's quite another to watch a son willingly waste away and be utterly helpless to stop it." George rolled over and looked at Harry with bloodshot eyes, but still didn't speak. "Come on, get up. You've got no excuses now, mate. You've got stuff to live for. Even if you don't want to come with me, go take care of the shop. There's a reason I gave you two that money. It's because I trusted you both to carry on my fathers' mischief making legacy." If Harry's voice hitched a little on 'fathers', neither of them commented. George's face formed a confused frown.

"Legacy..?" Harry just raised an eyebrow and let him work it out. He knew the other had when he shot up with wide eyes.

"Which one?!"

"All of them." George's face became a frown again.

"All?"

"Mum was a genius like 'Mione. She found a ritual, they all did it when I was born, so they all were. James Potter was Prongs, which means Sirius Black was Padfoot, Remus Lupin was Moony and the traitor was Wormtail. I thought you'd worked this out years ago honestly." George sat staring at Harry for a few more seconds, before he flew at his honorary brother, tackling him to the ground.

"You mangy git!"

"Oi! Gerroff me!"

"Why didn't you tell us! We lived with our idols for years and you never told us!"

"Get off you lunatic! I really thought you knew!"

"Really?" George asked as he had Harry pinned awkwardly to the floor.

"Yes! Now let me up nutcase my keys are digging in!"

"Keys?" George was puzzled. "What for?"

Harry gave a grin to match Loki himself. "Let me up, I'll show you." George did. Harry was up and running out the door and down the stairs like a rocket. George, naturally, gave chase, miraculously not falling down the stairs on muscles that had seen almost no use in weeks.

"Potter! Get back here!"