The Twincident

Chapter 1: The Spell

Harry was walking through Hogsmeade with Fred and George on either side of him. The twins and he had grown closer over the summer since Harry had started pulling away from Ron and Hermione who had thought that listening to the Headmaster was more important than their supposed best friend. The lack of communication from the two after everything that had happened the year before, after seeing Cedric die, hurt.

But Fred and George had kept in touch. They had written to him. Had even snuck him out of Privet Drive a few times to get his mind off things.

They were more his friends than anyone had ever been.

He felt safe with them.

And they felt safe with him.

They had bonded a lot over their childhoods. Although the twins weren't physically abused, unless you count the odd spanking from their mother, which many people didn't in this day and age, although they did seem to be spanked a lot more than the other kids, for lesser things too. There was a clear difference in how Molly Weasley raised her children, and Arthur followed along with her.

The youngest two were definitely the favourites. The oldest two had moved as far away as possible because Molly would berate them over their life choices, their appearance, and just about everything else. Charlie hadn't been able to come out to his parents because he knew Molly was somewhat homophobic.

Percy had abandoned the family entirely, and although he pretended it was because of Harry and Dumbledore, the twins had told Harry that it was actually because he couldn't handle the way Molly and the youngest two treated him for liking to learn, for being intelligent, for thinking for himself, and for wanting to work in the Ministry (despite that being what Molly wanted all of her children to do). They told him that Percy had been called a 'snake' too many times to count by the three because of his ambition, and because he had accidentally let slip once that the Sorting Hat had considered Slytherin for him.

Harry himself had talked to Percy a few times and the older boy had apologised profusely for what he had said about Harry, but he just couldn't take it anymore. Harry understood, and the two had actually bonded over their Slytherin sides once Harry told him that he was meant to be in Slytherin, too.

Then there were the twins. Molly absolutely abhorred what the twins wanted to do in life. She called them useless, thought they were stupid, and said they never took anything seriously. That isn't to mention that she never could tell them apart. Her own children.

She never considered that they did actually take their studies seriously, because they have to in order to know the things they know about pranks, and to have the smarts, the ingenuity to create them. She never thought that they could be successful, and bring honour upon the family with their business success that they were already seeing despite not even being out of school yet. She was never proud.

Then there was the incident after Ron, somehow, Harry really didn't know how since literally any of the boys in their dorm would be a better prefect than Ron, received his prefect badge. The incident in which she claimed that was "Everyone in the family," but neither Fred or George were made prefects. Technically, neither had Ginny, but at the same time she wasn't old enough to potentially receive that honour yet, so did it really count as Molly completely discounting her existence?

There was more also, but Harry was coming to realise that maybe Molly just wasn't who she thought he was. Ron and Hermione, also. But he figured that he was rather used to his world being turned on its head by this point. What's a little more?

It hurt Harry to know, though, that he was one of the few people who were actually able to tell the twins apart. That he was one of the few that took the time to get to know them as individuals, rather than just two people clumped together as one.

And there were differences between them. Yes, they were subtle, but they were there if you took the time to look for them.

In looks they were mostly identical, true. But Fred had a small mole on the side of his neck where George's neck was just an expanse of pale, clear skin. Their personalities, however, were where most of their differences lied.

If you took the time to get to know them as individuals you would find that Fred was the more outgoing one of the two. George was the slightly quieter one, he was also the one who did a lot of the research for their pranks. He was a bit of a secret bookworm. Fred was the more creative one, the one with the ideas, and George was the one who researched ways to make it happen.

Harry was shocked, and yet, for some reason, not to find out that Professor Snape was another person who saw the twins as their individual selves and not as one person. Apparently the Professor had secretly taken the two under his wing when they were first years because of their ingenuity in potions and spell crafting and has been helping them ever since.

Harry couldn't quite fully describe the hurt he felt when they told him that Harry and Professor Snape were more his family than their actual blood family. But, at the same time, Harry wasn't completely surprised by it considering he wasn't very loved by blood family either.

But there they were, in Hogsmeade, having a good time. Chatting. Laughing. Buying prank items, potion ingredients and sweets. They went for lunch in The Three Broomsticks and Harry paid, despite their protests. He wanted to look after them, spoil them, and protect them. They bloody deserved it.

They were just leaving the pub when Ron and Hermione came rushing up to them, rather angrily.

"Harry, there you are. We have been looking for you everywhere. Why are you with the twins? Surely you would much prefer to be with us? We are safer than them," Hermione said.

Harry couldn't help it, he growled at her, especially as he saw the hurt on the twin's faces, and the stiffness in their bodies, "They aren't the safe ones? Says the girl who punches people to get her way,"

She scoffed, "It is just a little tap, Harry. Nothing dangerous, or painful,"

"You realise you are telling that to me, right? And you know what I have been through with the Dursleys. It may not be too bad in terms of physical pain, but it hurts mentally,"

She just scoffed again, "At least I don't mess around with pranks all day. Those can hurt people, too,"

"Mm, sure. They test everything on themselves and only when they are sure there are no adverse reactions do they let other people test their products. And none of their pranks are painful physically, at all. So that is better than a punch any day of the week. And their pranks are all things that the person being pranked will laugh at themselves, not things that are humiliating," Harry said.

"Look, mate, who cares? Let's just go and hang out. We haven't spoken properly since the summer," Ron whined.

"And why do you think that is?" Harry asked.

"Because you are ignoring us," Ron whined.

"Right. I am just doing what you did to me at the beginning of the summer,"

"Dumbledore told us to," Hermione started, but Harry wasn't having any of it.

"Yes, but that doesn't mean you had to listen to him. Do you have any idea what I was going through? Oh wait, no, because you never asked if I was okay. Not even after I just watched someone die. After I had been tortured. But no, I deserve to go through something that traumatic, go back to another traumatic situation, and then be ignored by the people I cared about,"

"Your safety,"

"I don't give a damn about my supposed safety. I have never been bloody safe. I just needed something, somebody, to reach out and show they bloody cared. But the twins were the only ones that did. The only ones who wrote to me and asked how I was. If I was okay. They are the only ones who actually show they bloody care about me, Harry, and not The-Boy-Who-Bloody-Lived,"

"How can you bloody say that after everything we have done for you?" Ron yelled, clearly getting very angry now.

"Everything you have done for me, are you bloody serious, right now? What have you done for me other than distract me from learning, abandon me when I need you the most, and encourage me into dangerous situations that I want no part of?"

"It's your bloody job, Harry. You are the saviour. You are the one who has to save us from You-Know-Who," Ron yelled, his jealousy clear as day.

"I don't want it! I don't want the weight of the world on my shoulders. I don't want to fight. I want to be a normal child. Because, in case anyone failed to notice, that is what I am, or was. A bloody child! I just want a family, safety, friends, and to focus on school. I don't want to fight in an adult's war. Children shouldn't have to worry about fighting in a war. But here I am, being dragged into it by both bloody sides because you are all idiots who think you can get a child to do the fighting for you. I mean, I have no parents anymore, right? No one to say no for me since my opinion on things don't matter,

"You have spent our whole friendship, Ronald, fixating on my fame, on my money, on the things you want that I have that you are so very desperate for. But you fail to notice that I would happily give all of it up if it meant that I could have a family that loved me. If you want my supposed job then you can have it, Ron. Because I certainly don't. No child should have to fight in a war. No child should have to worry about their parents trying to force them into a side of the war. No child should be hated or thought evil based on the choices of their parents, family members, or friends. No child should be involved in this crap, period. But hey, if you want to be involved, Ron, then go for it,"

"You're just being selfish, Harry. Think about everyone else for once," Hermione said, her hands on her hips.

Harry growled, and was somewhat surprised when the twins did, too.

"I haven't been selfish a day in my life, Hermione. I think I can afford to be a little selfish right now and tell you both to fuck off and leave me alone. You don't get to abandon me when I need you the most, twice, and then expect me to be friends with you still. I'm done. With you two. Unfortunately not with the idiot adults, though, because I have been raised just a tad too suspiciously now that I really think about it, and will continue putting my life on the line for everyone else, as always, with no appreciation from the vast majority of people. But I am not doing it with you two at my side. You're just doing it for where it can get you in life after the war, not for me,"

"How dare you insinuate such crap, Harry? You have been raised just fine, Professor Dumbledore ensured so,"

"Just fine," Harry glared at her, "I have been raised just fine, have I? I have told you almost exactly what happens in that bloody house and you think that is just fine?"

"Don't be silly, Harry. You were just exaggerating,"

"Exaggerating," his eyes stung with tears but he refused to let them fall, he didn't want her to see how much she had hurt him with all her words, "There are things I haven't even told you about and you think I am exaggerating. I also always tone it down and make it seem less bad than it is. But, if you want, I can give you a list of every little thing my aunt, uncle and cousin have done to me since I have been living with them,"

"Don't be silly, Harry. You can't just tell everyone about your home life," Hermione said, looking at him imploringly.

"Why not? I mean, they think they deserve to know every little thing about me, and think it is okay to follow me around and butt into my business, so why shouldn't I tell them?"

It is at this point that he realised they had gathered an audience, not that he particularly cared anymore.

Let them watch.

"Harry, mate, you are being ridiculous," Ron said, rolling his eyes.

"I'm being ridiculous? You're the one complaining because I don't want to be friends with people who weren't my friends when I needed them. Dumbledore is our Headmaster, he should only be involved in school issues, not personal ones. And yet you let him tell you to not write to me for my safety. How is you writing to me to see if I am okay going to affect my safety? I just saw someone die, and you didn't think about how I might be feeling after that experience, instead, you listened to a man who obviously doesn't give two shits about how I might be feeling, or the fact that I am a child when he thrusts me forward into these bloody things that I should have no part of,"

"How dare you?" Ron growled, "The Headmaster is a great man,"

"And yet, he doesn't think twice about getting children to fight his battles for him. He doesn't care enough to help remove abused children from their homes, instead he sends them back to their abusers. He allows dangerous people and creatures into the school without a second thought to the safety of everyone there. He doesn't stop students from bullying other students. He manipulates everyone around him to his will. He was Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, and yet didn't think to allow people to see my memories so that people could prepare themselves, and actually know that Voldemort is indeed back. Because I deserve to have the entire country telling me I am crazy after being tortured and watching another student die, right? He alienates most of the school by very clearly favouring Gryffindor, ignoring two of the Houses completely, and making everyone believe that everyone in Slytherin is evil,"

"They are!" Ron yelled.

"Oh, eleven year olds are evil are they, Ronald? Am I evil, because the Sorting Hat was rather desperate to put me in Slytherin? We know of at least one Gryffindor who was, in fact, a Death Eater. But also, did anyone ever consider the fact that if you tell a child they are something then most of the time they will become that thing? It's been studied in the muggle world by a number of very intelligent people. If you attach a label to a child, the majority of the time they will become that label, because why bother trying to prove people wrong when they are always looking at you like you are this one thing? Sure, there are a few that fight back against the label to prove they aren't that thing. But that is rather rare. Maybe, just maybe, if we accepted the Slytherins, welcomed them properly, treated them with respect and as if they aren't going to hurt us at every chance they get, then they won't become Death Eaters, or bad people, because they have people who believe in them. They have people who actually care about who they really are, not what they're pretending to be because of a label that was unfairly placed on them. They aren't their parents, they aren't the Slytherins who came before them. They are people. They are children. And they deserve a chance to show us who they really are. They don't deserve to hide themselves because they don't know what else to do but to be who everyone already makes them out to be,"

"You were meant to be in Slytherin?" Ron said in shock, his eyes dark and dangerous.

"Yes," Harry said, his voice quivering slightly.

"So were we, Ronniekins," Fred said, George nodded.

Ron growls and draws his wand so quickly that Harry only just noticed it.

"Reducto," Ron growled just as Harry shot a powerful 'protego', filled with his love for the twins, and his need to protect them, out of his hand.

But it wasn't enough.

Fred and George jumped in front of Harry, half in the shield, half not, and were hit with the spell, disappearing almost instantly with faces filled with pain that would forever be etched into Harry's mind.

Harry looked at Ron in shock and pain for about a second before he collapsed to his knees, a strong pain erupting in his stomach that caused him to cry out as he clung to it with one hand, his other hand resting on the floor as he curled in on himself.

"Potter," Malfoy said as he knelt in front of him with surprisingly concerned eyes.

"Oi, get away from him, Malfoy," Ron growled, moving to yank the blonde out of the way.

"I don't think so, Weasley," Malfoy said calmly, "I seriously doubt Potter wants you anywhere near him after what you just attempted to do to him, but did actually do to your own brothers,"

Harry cried out again as the pains continued to ripple across his stomach.

"Come on, dear," Madame Rosmerta said gently as she and Malfoy helped Harry stand shakily, "Let's get you in a bed, I have called your medi-witch and she is on her way,"

Ron moved to help Harry but Harry flinched away from him, causing Ron to glare.

"Go away, Ron. I don't want you anywhere near me," Harry cried out again, nearly collapsing but Rosmerta and Malfoy kept him up and helped him into The Three Broomsticks and up the stairs to the bedrooms.

Harry's eyes were filling with tears by the time he was gently placed in a bed, with Rosmerta sitting behind him where he had curled into a foetal position around his stomach and started to rub his lower back gently. Malfoy was still with him, too, holding his free hand, which he squeezed through the pain.

He could see Ron and Hermione standing nervously in the door but the sight of them just made him cry more.

"Move out of the way," Madame Pomfrey said from the doorway as she pushed his two ex-friends out of the way and rushed into the room, followed by Professor Snape.

"What happened, Mr Malfoy?" Madame Pomfrey asked as she started casting diagnostic charms over Harry.

"Potter was with the Weasley twins, and arguing with Weasley and Granger about, well, a lot of things. Then Weasley got very angry and shot a reductor curse at Potter and the twins. Potter cast a shield charm, but the twins jumped in front of him so that they were… half in the shield and half out of it. They were hit with the curse and disappeared, but not like they usually would with the curse, it just… happened. Then Potter fell clutching his stomach and crying out in pain," Malfoy said.

Harry saw pain fill Professor Snape's eyes for a few seconds before he got back in control and rounded on the two still by the door.

"You cursed your own best friend and brothers?" Professor Snape said incredulously.

"Harry was saying things," Ron muttered.

"Potter was speaking sense, Weasley," Malfoy said sharply, "You are the one who abandoned him,"

"You stay out of this, Malfoy. It has nothing to do with you," Ron snarled.

"It has nothing to do with you either, Ron. Please leave. We aren't friends anymore," Harry whispered painfully before crying out again as another pain gripped his abdomen.

"Harry, you are being ridiculous, of course we are your friends. It's not as if you have the twins anymore," Hermione said as if the twins never mattered.

"Fuck off," Harry growled through the pain as his magic flared and magically evicted the two from the room, slamming the door in their faces and sealing it shut.

A sob tore from his throat, a mix of physical and emotional agony.

The sobs turned into an almost scream as the pain intensified and he felt something settle painfully in his stomach.

He heard Madame Pomfrey gasp as the pain began to lessen slowly, he turned his head to her and saw her looking at him in shock and awe.

"What's happening to me? Did Ronald destroy my insides?" Harry asked through his tears.

"No," she whispered, "Harry, did you know you are a bearer?"

Harry looked at her, and everyone else when they looked at him in shock, in confusion, "What's a bearer?"

"A bearer is a wizard who is born with a womb, and, therefore, able to carry and birth children," Professor Snape said quietly.

Harry looked at him in shock, and his own dose of awe, "I can get pregnant?"

"Yes," the Professor nodded.

"What… What does this have to do with anything?" Harry asked, looking at Madame Pomfrey in more confusion.

"Harry, bearers have a special kind of magic, which I can give you books about so you can learn about it in more detail, along with everything else that comes with being a bearer. But, you are more powerful than the average wizard. Especially when protecting someone you care about. I am assuming that when you cast your shield you were trying to protect the twins rather than yourself?" Harry nodded, "Well, since they weren't fully out of the shield, your magic was able to protect them. And it did, in the only way it knew it could fully protect them,"

"But… they're gone," he choked out.

"No, Harry, they're not. Your magic from the 'protego' you cast to protect them, absorbed them into your womb. And, I don't know why it did this, but your magic also changed their DNA, and magic, to make them your biological children, and magical, children. You are now their mother, Harry. You are ten weeks pregnant with your twins,"

Harry looked at her in shock for all of a minute before looking down at his stomach, awed when he found that there was now a small bump where it had once been flat. His hand, which was still on his stomach, but now actually feeling the changes that had occurred, rubbed the bump gently as he stared at it.

Merlin, he was pregnant.

With the twins.

His twins.

Oh, shit, what was Molly going to say?

Not that he particularly cared. They were his children now. Not hers. She had no say in their lives.

The Dursleys, though, were going to be an issue. Unless he could get out of going back there.

He doubted that, though. Dumbledore was determined to keep sending him back.

But he couldn't go back with his twins. The Dursleys would kill him, and them. Especially if they found out that he was the one to give birth to them.

Fear flooded him.

Then he thought of Umbridge and her blood quill and more fear enveloped him.

"When… When am I due?" Harry asked quietly.

"The end of April. But twins tend to be born earlier, so I would say any time from late March to the end of April,"

Harry nodded.

"Are you in any pain now? I can give you a pregnancy safe pain reliever," Madame Pomfrey said.

"No," Harry said, still looking at his small bump.

"Good. Thank you for letting us use the room, Madame, but I think it best if we get Harry and Draco back to Hogwarts,"

"No problem, Poppy," Madame Rosmerta said before leaving the room.

"Severus, can you use your portkey to get Harry to a private room in the hospital wing? I think he needs some time to process this without people gawking at him. I will escort Draco to the Slytherin dorms and meet you both there," she said before leading Malfoy out of the room.

"Of course, Poppy," Professor Snape said before moving to stand next to Harry, "Are you okay to use a portkey, Mr Potter?"

Harry looked at him, shocked and confused by the question.

"You had a traumatic experience involving a portkey last term, Mr Potter. It is completely understandable if you don't want to use one. There are alternative ways to get us to the hospital wing, if you would prefer one of those,"

"I know you're not heartless," Harry said, "The twins told me about you, and what you have been doing to help them. Thank you for looking after them like that," Harry got off the bed slowly, shaking enough to make the Professor grab his elbow gently to support him.

"They were talented students, more talented in potions and spell crafting than any other student I had come across. And they deserved to be nurtured. I am sure they will be even more talented under your parentage,"

Harry, again, looked at him with a shocked expression.

"I am a spy, Mr Potter. I see how you treat others, especially the younger students, and those you care about. You help the children flourish where they weren't able to for whatever reason. You are a natural mother, much more so than Molly Weasley. And I know you will do wonderfully at helping the twins where their original parents failed. And under that kind of care, they will undoubtedly be the most talented, most studious, and most creative students that Hogwarts has ever seen, and they will flourish long after Hogwarts also,"

"But," Harry was in shock that the man had complimented him like that, "I have no clue what I am doing,"

"No first time mother knows what they are doing, Mr Potter. But you aren't alone in this. You have many around who will be happy to help you, myself included. Now, are you okay to use the portkey? Or would you like to floo to the hospital wing instead?"

"Erm… the portkey is fine. Thank you for asking, though,"

Professor Snape nodded and took his portkey out of one of his many cloak pockets, still gripping onto Harry's arm as he spoke a whispered word that Harry couldn't quite hear. Harry felt a tug behind his navel and the twisting of the travel but soon they were in a private room in the hospital wing, which Harry was thankful for since he collapsed to his knees to vomit all over the floor in front of him as soon as they arrived. Professor Snape knelt next to him and rubbed his back gently.

"I hate wizarding travel methods," Harry grumbled as the Professor passed him a stomach soother and he downed it gratefully.

"And yet you are so very graceful on a broom, and a flying animal from what Draco tells me," Professor Snape said with a small chuckle.

"Well, those are alright. It is just the rest that suck. Why can't we have normal methods of travel? Why does it all have to upset the stomach, or make you dizzy, or hurt?"

"What can I say, Mr Potter, wizards are idiots," the Professor said, "I, myself, also prefer either flying or muggle methods of travel. When I am home from the summer, if I need to go somewhere, I drive there. But you get used to the wizarding methods, eventually. Even if you never find them comfortable,"

"You drive?" Harry asked in shock, yet again, by his professor.

"Mhm, I learned when I was seventeen, over the summer. And as soon as I could afford it I bought a car. I felt it best to have any and all advantages over the Death Eaters should I ever be found out as a spy,"

The Professor helped Harry get comfortable in the bed, and Harry was awed that someone actually wanted to help him.

"Death Eaters are too stupid to think to look for wizards in cars," Harry said, grinning.

"Indeed. Although, so are the Order, and the Ministry. So having a car is incredibly freeing," the Professor said, also grinning as he sat in the chair besides the bed.

"That's why I like flying. It is freeing," Harry mumbled, rubbing his bump gently, "Will I be able to fly during my pregnancy?"

"You can so long as you don't go too high, don't do any stunts, and are careful. But you won't be able to play Quidditch,"

"Okay. Is there anything else I won't be able to do?"

"Well, obviously you will have to be careful in classes, especially classes that can be considered dangerous. There are certain potions you won't be able to make or be around whilst pregnant as the fumes are dangerous for unborn babies. In transfiguration there are certain spells you won't be able to be in the class for just in case a student accidentally hits you with it. Charms should be okay. There are some plants in herbology you won't be able to be around, either. But once the teachers are all informed you will be able to sort something out with them regarding the curriculum and what they would like you to do during the year,

"There are also certain things you aren't able to eat or drink. This includes raw eggs, so if you have any eggs during the pregnancy you have to make sure they are fully cooked, alcohol, coffee, and more but the books will go into it in more detail. The elves will also be informed so they can put the food you are able to eat around you at meal times. And if any foods start making you feel sick, either with their tastes, or scents, then let the elves know and they will be sure to make sure none of those foods are near you,"

Harry nodded in understanding.

"I will also be making you some pre-natal vitamin potions, and some morning sickness relievers, as well as some other pregnancy safe remedies, should they be needed. Though the vitamin one will be needed every day with breakfast,"

"Thank you," Harry said.

"Harry, dear, how are you feeling?" Madame Pomfrey said as she sped into the room.

"Erm… tired," Harry said.

"Okay, we shall leave you to get some sleep in peace then. When you wake up we will go over some things, and I will give you those books I mentioned. I will have to inform the staff of your pregnancy, and how it came about so that young Ronald will be punished for what he did,"

A sharp sting of fear shot through his heart at the thought of Umbridge knowing what happened. Then the thought of Dumbledore telling Molly and Arthur added more fear to the mix.

He didn't realise he was struggling to breathe until he saw Professor Snape before him, hands on his shoulders, telling him to breathe deeply, in, and out.

"Harry, it's okay," the Professor said, his voice gentle and eyes soft.

Harry could just shake his head, though. It wasn't okay.

Umbridge would hurt his babies, and the Weasleys would… well, he didn't know what they would do, but he didn't imagine it would be good. He had taken Molly's children from her, even though he didn't mean to, and she didn't seem to care about them all that much. But she always pretended she was a perfect mum to everyone else, she would be enraged.

"U… Umbridge," he muttered.

"Harry, Umbridge can't do anything-"

The Professor cut himself off when Harry showed him the words on the back of his hand that he had been wrapping in bandages to hide. Both the Professor and medi-witch gasped upon seeing them, but then Harry was shocked to see and feel their anger in the air.

"She has been torturing you?" Professor Snape growled.

Harry nodded.

"Has she been doing this to anyone else, Harry?"

Harry nodded.

The Professor took a shaky breath, "We need to be careful about this, Poppy. We can't have her hurt Harry more. We need to get her out of the school before she can cause more damage to the students, and hopefully without her knowing about the pregnancy. If she is doing this for nothing but words, given her prejudices, she will do a lot more when she finds out he is pregnant,"

Poppy nodded in agreement, "Right, whilst you sleep, Harry, Professor Snape and I will come up with a plan. We weren't both Slytherins for nothing,"

Harry just nodded, not sure what to say. He was too tired. Too scared. Too… everything.

"Sleep well, Harry," the Professor said gently, running his long fingers through Harry's hair gently before following Madame Pomfrey out of the room.

Harry didn't go to sleep right away.

He couldn't.

He curled in a ball around his small bump and couldn't stop the tears that started to fall, again. His hand rubbed his bump gently as he cried and couldn't stop thinking about his twins and how close he was to losing them.

He was terrified.

Of Dumbledore.

Of Ron.

Of Hermione.

Of Molly.

Of Arthur.

Of Umbridge.

Of the Ministry.

Of the Dursleys.

Of Voldemort.

Of the Death Eaters.

Of nearly everyone.

What were they going to do to him?

What were they going to try to do to his babies?

He couldn't lose them.

Not again.

Those minutes where the twins were gone were some of the most painful in his life. They were the only ones who had truly showed they cared about him. Then they were gone.

But now they were his babies, and everyone he knew was different. They didn't care about him. The twins. And he was terrified of what they would try to do.

He didn't know what to do.

He didn't know anything about being a mother.

He was terrified.

But he would do everything he could to protect his babies.

To love them.

To cherish them.

If only people let him.

He cried himself to sleep.

Hiya, how are you all?

So, I know I have like 14 other stories on the go at the moment, but I have too many ideas that I need to get out of my head, so here we are, with another new story. And there are three more coming also. Feel free to go read my other stories too, no pressure though.

I hope you enjoyed the long chapter, I have been working on it at work over the last week or so, and it is an idea that popped into mind whilst I was stocking the shelves at work (honestly my ideas come to me at the strangest times sometimes). Harry will eventually be shipped with someone, but I don't know who yet, if you have any suggestions at any point, or anyone you would like to see him with in this story, then feel free to drop a comment.

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