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"A flying car? I want to see!" Draco exclaimed, jumping up from the table and running to the window with Harry right behind him.

"It's Ron, Fred, and George!" Harry said in amazement. He opened the window and leaned out. "What are you guys doing here?" He called out.

"Is that -" One of the twins started to say.

"You Harry?" The other twin finished. They were staring at him in shock. It was one thing hearing that his appearance was different and another seeing it.

"Yeah, it's me," Harry said with a grin.

"We're rescuing you!" Ron yelled from the passenger seat. "Come outside, hurry!" His eyes narrowed on Draco. "You stay away from him!" He shouted.

"He's my brother, you prat!" Draco yelled back indignantly.

"Draco, Harry, move aside please," Narcissa said, guiding them back from the window.

"You boys land that car this instant!" Lucius leaned out the window and glared at them. "I am going to floo call your parents right now!"

"There's no need -

"To call our parents -"

"In fact, just forget -"

"That you even saw us!"

Harry chuckled at watching the twins begging his father. He couldn't believe they were actually here! Even though their concern was completely unnecessary, it made him happy to see how much they cared about him.

"Land that car right now," Lucius ordered, shaking his finger at them. He stood back and slammed the window shut. "Unbelievable! How did they even get a car, let alone get it to fly?" He griped.

"It was probably Mr. Weasley's car," Harry said thoughtfully. "Ron told me he's fascinated by anything muggle."

"Oh yes, that's right," Lucius grimaced. "I can't see why." He shook his head. "I am going to floo call their parents."

"I'll bring them into the house," Narcissa said.

"Ugh, Weasleys," Draco groaned. He caught Harry's frown. "I mean, yay! We have visitors!" he said with a fake smile.

Harry burst into laughter and slung his arm around his brother. "Come on. You have to admit, a flying car is pretty cool."

"True," Draco agreed as they followed their mother to the front room. A moment later, their mother returned, followed by three sheepish-looking redheads. "Have a seat gentlemen. I'm sure your parents will be here very soon." She said.

"Aw Harry, what did they do to you?" Ron asked sympathetically as he went right up to his friend. He looked him over anxiously as if checking for injuries.

"Nothing." Harry insisted. "I'm fine, I told you that in my letter."

"You look different." Ron pointed out.

"I was glamoured to look like a Potter, I wrote you that," Harry sighed. "This is my real appearance." He understood it was a shock to see, it was still a shock when he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. But this was the real him.

"He's still the boy who lived if that's all you care about," Draco glared at the redhead.

"What? That's not what I care about!" Ron protested.

"Then you accept the truth? That Harry is my brother?" Draco demanded.

Ron froze for a moment. "You called him Harry." Usually, he just spat out Potter but he was actually calling Harry by his name.

"He's used to Harry," Draco said simply. "It can be a nickname for Hadrian anyway." He shrugged.

"Well Ronniekins," Fred said sarcastically.

"It seems Harry isn't in danger after all," George said wryly.

"They're Malfoys!" Ron exclaimed. "They aren't to be trusted. Harry should come home with us."

"Harry's home is here," Narcissa spoke up, giving Ron a stern look. "No one will ever take my son from me again. You have no idea how much pain we went through when he was taken from us." She blinked back tears.

"But -" Ron hesitated.

"But nothing," Narcissa said firmly. "We are his family. We love him." She glanced at Harry and he moved closer to her so she could put her arm around him. Draco stood protectively on his other side.

Ron shifted uncomfortably as he watched them, not wanting to admit he had been wrong about the situation. Besides, if he could prove he was right in Harry being in danger here, then hopefully his parents wouldn't be angry for taking the car. Wishful thinking, he thought glumly as Mr. Malfoy entered the room along with his two angry-looking parents.

/

"How dare you three take that car!" Molly shrieked at her sons. "What if you had crashed? Been hurt? What if you have been seen?" She put her hands on her hips and glared at them.

"I told all of you to stay away from it," Arthur added with a frown at his boys.

Lucius folded his arms across his chest. "You boys could get your father into a lot of trouble with the ministry if they find out. He could lose his job."

Fred and George immediately looked regretful while Ron only looked angry.

"See Harry? He's threatening my dad! He's evil!" Ron said, pointing at Lucius.

Before Harry could say anything, Molly addressed Ron. "Ronald, you apologize to Mr. Malfoy right this moment!" She said angrily. "We did not raise you to be so rude! He was not threatening your father, he was pointing out what could have happened if you had been caught by anyone else. Now apologize before I ask the Malfoys if they have a wooden spoon I can borrow! As it is, you're in for it when we get back home!" She snapped.

Ron winced internally at that. "I'm sorry, sir," He mumbled to Mr. Malfoy, his face red from embarrassment. He saw Draco smirking at him and he scowled at him in response.

"Your mother is correct, I was merely pointing out what could have happened." Lucius said coolly.

"If you had crashed..." Narcissa shook her head. "Merlin, you boys could have been killed!"

"Ron was convinced -" George started to say.

"that Harry needed rescuing." Fred finished for him.

"Hadrian does not need rescuing," Lucius said in exasperation. "This is his home. He is safe here."

"His name is Harry," Ron couldn't help but say.

"I told him he can call me Hadrian if he wants to," Harry spoke up. "It is my name, after all. I'm just used to Harry." He shrugged.

"We told you boys what Professor Dumbledore said. Harry is a Malfoy, he is Draco's twin brother." Arthur said. "I understand it is a shock but you need to accept it, Ronald. He is not in any danger here. He is with his family."

Lucius gave him a nod of thanks. He was grateful for their support and as Hadrian was best friends with their son, they would be in each other's lives and it would be better for them all to get along. Even if he couldn't understand Arthur's fascination with muggle items.

Ron glanced at Harry and sighed. "Okay," he said finally. "I'm sorry, I was just worried for him." He looked straight at Draco. "He is my best friend, after all." he added.

Draco narrowed his eyes at him. Prat, he mouthed.

Git, Ron mouthed back with a smirk.

/

Narcissa graciously invited the Weasleys to stay and join them for dessert, which was a delicious lemon blueberry trifle. After everyone had finished eating, the adults stayed in the dining room and talked over coffee, while Harry took his friends to his and Draco's room.

"You don't mind if they see it, do you?" Harry asked Draco quietly as they went upstairs.

"No. As long as they don't break anything." Draco said with a touch of his usual haughtiness, making Harry roll his eyes.

"We would never do that!" Fred exclaimed. He gave Draco a sneaky grin. "Leave itty bitty spiders around? That we may do. Leave a prank or two for you to find? Yeah, that sounds like us."

Draco paled.

Harry snickered. "Don't scare him," he told the twins as they entered the bedroom.

"Ugh, you can see what side of the room is Malfoy's," Ron said, looking in distaste at the green, black, and silver side of the room.

Draco clenched his fists but didn't say anything. He wouldn't give the redheaded weasel the satisfaction.

"No Gryffindor colors?" Ron asked Harry with a frown as he surveyed his friend's side of the room.

Fred let out a snort. "Your room isn't done in red and gold. It's all orange and covered with Chudley Cannons posters. Even your bedspread is Chudley Cannons themed."

"Plus the teddy bear he keeps on his pillow," George said mischievously.

Ron's face turned red. "Shut up, George!"

"I'm Fred." His brother protested.

"Fine. Shut up, Fred." Ron spat out.

"Just kidding. I am George!" George said cheerfully.

Ron looked ready to punch his older brother in the face while Draco began laughing.

Harry coughed to cover up his own laugh. "Our dorm room is all red and gold. It's nice to have something different for home," he explained. "I've never really had my own bedroom that I could have done colors that I wanted."

"I like it, Harry," Fred said.

"We're happy for you," George added. "That you found your family."

"I thought you guys thought I was in danger?" Harry remarked.

"Nah. We heard Dumbledore tell our parents that you were safe. We just wanted to a reason to take Dad's car out." Fred said a little sheepishly.

"Your parents are pretty mad," Draco commented. "Are you sure it was worth it?"

Fred and George grinned at each other. "Absolutely."

"Of course, we might change our minds once they get us home," George said ruefully. "Mum's fierce with a wooden spoon."

Ron paled. "You don't think she actually will -"

"Oh yeah, we're in for it for sure," Fred said with a shrug. He and George were used to being in trouble.

Feeling bad for his friend and wanting to distract him from his impending punishment, Harry gestured to the window. "It's dark outside so you can't see it, but the backyard is huge! Perfect for flying!" He told Ron excitedly.

"That's great," Ron said, a small flicker of jealousy crossing his face.

"You'll have to come over so we can fly together," Harry said happily. "You, the twins, me and Draco. And Hermione. She probably won't fly but she'd love the library. It's huge."

"Probably full of dark arts books," Ron said without thinking. "Ow!" He snapped when Fred cuffed him on the back of his head.

Harry glared at his friend.

"Sorry. It's just going to take me some time to get used to this," Ron shrugged. "I mean, you're a Malfoy! It's, well. It's weird."

"I know, it's still strange for me too," Harry said softly. "But I'm happy, Ron. I'm loved and wanted here. I've never had that before. Certainly not at the Dursleys."

"At least you never have to see them again," Ron conceded.

"And guess what. I already turned twelve! My birthday was June 5th," Harry beamed.

"Oh wow. Uh, happy belated birthday," Ron said. He glanced at Draco. "You too, I guess."

"Gee, thanks Weasley," Draco said sarcastically.

"I'll send you a present," Ron told Harry after glaring at Draco.

"You don't have to."

"Of course he does. Merlin, I have so much to teach you," Draco sighed, shaking his head at his brother. Harry just grinned in response.

"Well, well. Look at this, Gred."

"My, that is interesting Forge."

The preteens turned to see Fred and George holding up a dragon stuffed animal.

"Isn't Draco a name for dragon in Latin?" Fred asked innocently.

"I believe so," George grinned.

Draco stomped over to them and snatched the stuffed animal back. "You say one word about this to anyone at school and I will -"

"Calm down, blondie. We won't. You're in our club now," Fred said with a smirk.

"What club?" Draco asked curiously.

"The twin club." George said.

"Sorry Ronnie, you can't be in our club. There's only one of you." Fred teased his younger brother.

"Thank Merlin." Draco muttered.

"Oh, shut up." Ron huffed.

TBC: