WARNING- This is still SLASH which means BoyXBoy Action are there will most definitely be action in the sense that may or may not be explicit.

Disclaimer-I do not own Harry Potter, nor will I ever

George in this fic will be the more reasonable and sensitive one from the two, I'm not really sure if that is what he really is like but in this story that is how he will be.

'Thoughts'

~*Kitten Talk*~ sounds like meows to humans

~'Kitten thoughts'~

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(George's POV)

"Gred must we go there?" Fred asks.

"Yes. Mum asked us all to come home. Even Charlie and Bill will be there, so we have no excuse not to without her coming here herself and dragging us home by our ears." George replies.

They were in the middle of packing what they would need when they went home for the weekend. George had no idea why their mum would suddenly be asking all her children home but he knew that there was no excuse they could give to avoid going.

George sighs, he was really hoping they would be able to check on Harry again today since he wasn't the last time, but his dad firecalled last night telling them they had to come home for the weekend. And with what they found out last night they were definitely in no hurry to go home.

"This is not going to be anything good. I can guess that much already." Fred nods in agreement and goes back to finding the rest of what they would need for their stay.

"We will figure out what we are going to do about this after." George grabbed his bags and headed to the floo and Fred was close behind him.

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The kitten struggled the best he could clutched tightly in the feets of this big bird. The feets dug into his sides but not quite hard enough to break skin. It was still uncomfortable and restrained his breathing. He wiggled his tiny form the best he could; trying to escape from this meany. But even his best tries were useless. He was lunch.

And what good would getting free do him? This bird was far too high off the ground if he was dropped he would not survive. He stopped struggling and let out a soft whine. The bird noticing that its prey as given up loosens its grip slightly and he was slightly more comfortable in its tight grip.

The bird turns sharply and he almost slips from its grip but it tightens its grip again and he is secure again.

~*NO! No fall. TOO HIGH. TOO HIGH! Far up, no fall*~

He notices that they are flying towards a house. There is something familiar about the house but because of his current state he couldn't pinpoint why. The bird flies through the open window and drops him onto the floor before perching on a nearby chair.
The second his paws touch solid ground he bolts under the closes hiding spot, what happens to be a couch. The people in the room talk loudly when they notice the bird but he pays no mind. His body is still trembling and breathing is fast and panicked. The people in the room don't know he is there and he wants it to stay that way. He huddles close to the ground and curls his tail around himself trying to calm himself a bit.
"Why is she here? Did Harry send us a letter?"
"Fred! George! Leave the poor bird."
"We were not..even doing...anything."
His ears perk at the familiar voices. It takes a while for his fluffy little head to connect the dots...

~'OH! My Giant and Meany... Come find me? Come helps me? '~

The kitten carefully pokes his head out to find his Giant. But something big was blocking his way.

"Why did you want us home so urgently mum?"

"I will explain everything when everyone gets home. Charlie will not be here for a few more hours so you will all need to be patient."

"Even Charlie's coming?"

"Did something bad happen?"

"Mum?"

The kitten ducks back under the couch just as a foot was about to crush him. He moves to the other side of the couch and peeks out again. No one is on this side.

~'Where go?'~

"What about Harry is he coming?"

"Ron…?" A pause. "Dumbledore thinks it is best for Harry to stay where he is safest and right now that is with his family."

"But mum-"

Someone walks into the kitten's field of vision and he darts back underneath to safety. He waits a few seconds and peeks out again. ~*My Giant!*~ He mews quietly and is about to make a dash for his friend when someone sits down on the couch and hitting him in the face with their shoe. Dust flies everywhere as he is knocked back and it makes him sneeze.

~'Bad…yucky…My giant….helps…bad..bad…Hurt bad too'~

The kitten makes his way to the offending foot that hit him, peeks out and gets ready to strike. He raises one clawed paw.

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(Fred's POV)

None of this sounds right to Fred. What was so urgent that they needed to come home? Did it have to do with the papers they found? He ran his hand through his hair trying to get his thoughts straight. George was across the room arguing with their parent's why Harry should be brought here but he didn't seem to be making any progress.

Ron doesn't seem to be helping either. It is almost as if he wants Harry to stay with his disgusting relative. Ron knows how bad it is there. So why doesn't he seem to care?

He paces a few times trying to make sense of it all. A soft cry breaks him from his thought. A cat? There aren't any cats around here, he looks around quickly checking if he could be wrong.

Lamp

Couch

Chair

Rug

Blanket

Shelf

Books

Papers

Kitten

Pillow

Table

Wait…kitten? Fred blinked a few times and looked back where he saw the kitten. Yes there it was. A fluffy ball of completely black fur, well almost completely it did have a bit of whit between its stunning… green eyes… Wait a second he has seen this kitten before…. Fred's eyes widen in realisation. That was Harry's kitten.

How did it get here? He looked around the room again and Hedwig caught his eye. He stared at the bird for a few second and she turns her face to him and stares back. He glances back down at the kitten and looks back at Hedwig. Did she just wink at him?

"I don't get why I can't go out! What is so important that I have to stay here?" Ginny practically yells, she walks over to sit on the couch and Fred can just tell she is going to try to convince him to help her get out. Ginny's foot hits the kitten in the face hard and it is knocked back under the couch. Ginny doesn't seem to notice and sighs loudly while giving her best kicked puppy look.

This might have worked a few months ago but since then George and him have become wise to her little game. Did she really think she could fool them? Ron and Percy; definitely. Charlie; Maybe. George and himself; AS IF! He is about to go along with her and play her little game when the kitten pops its head out again.

But this time it doesn't look very happy. What would happen if they found it? Ginny might try to claim it as hers. Fred shutters at the poor fate that the little fur ball could face. He should help the little guy NOT because he became fond of the little thing while at Harry's but because it was the right thing to do.

"Ginny I love that new hair piece you are wearing." He smiled

"What hair piece?" Her eyes narrowed in confusion.

"The one you are wearing." He paused. "Oh and it moves too. That is simply brilliant!"

It takes her a few moments to fully get what he is saying and Fred gets ready to rescue the poor thing for when she does.

Ginny's eyes fly open and she jumps up just as the kitten strikes with its claws. The kitten misses because she moved and lands on its face. Ginny on the other hand is frantic. She is screaming and shaking her head trying to dislodge whatever fowl creature made its way into her hair.

"GET IT OUT! GET UT OUT! MUM HELP ME!" She screams running over to where their mum was standing still talking to the others.

Everyone in the room is now looking at him. His twin raises an eyebrow in question and Fred just shrugs. He crosses the little distance between him and the couch. Quickly he bends down to pick up the kitten and deposits it in his jacket pocket. He leaves his hand inside too and gently strokes the kitten's head and soon his pocket is vibrating.

"George what did you do to your sister?" Their mum is looking at Fred accusingly while still trying to calm her distressed daughter.

"I didn't even see him move mum. It wasn't George." George said.

"Fred's right mum I didn't do anything!" Fred said

"We do not have time for your game today. Both of you to your room!"

"But Mum!" They both protest.

"Go! We don't need to be worrying about your little joke tonight so both of you go upstairs!" She states and they both can tell there is no use arguing.

George grabs their bags and followed Fred out of the room and to their old room.

"Welcome Home." George scoffs.

"So what was that down there?" George asks when they finally enter their room, dropped the bags and flung himself onto his bed.

"Oh nothing…" Fred sits down on the bed beside George. "But look who came to pay us a visit."

He was about to reach into his pocket but the kitten had other ideas. The kitten was clearly sick of being stuck inside his pocket and tumbles out landing on the bed. George's eyes widen at the sight of the bundle of fur.

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(Kitten's POV)

The kitten rubs his face against the hand of His Giant revelling in the warmth and feeling. The hand retreats and he meows in protest and tries to follow but this pocket is trying to swallow him and he fall and flips as His Giant walks.

Thankfully eventually His Giant stops moving and then there is talking. The kitten straightens himself out and is able to peeks his head out. He looks around quickly and then jumps out of that little fabric prison.

"Where did you come from little one?"

The Meany is looking at him and smiling. He ignores The Meany and goes to His Giant and crawls onto his lap to paw at his chest. His Giant needs to pet him again. He meows a few times and rubs against His Giant and eventually he gets the hint and begins petting him again.

"I saw him downstairs and thought I'd save him in case our dear sister decided to try to make it hers."

"Yeah that would not be fun for the little guy."

"But how did he get here from Harry's?"

"Good question…how did you get here? And why?"

The kitten curls up on His Giant's lap and purrs loudly as His Giant begins to scratch behind his ears. He was so content with all the attention he was getting that he wished he could just stay right here with His Giant. The Meany could stay too but only if he was nice.

He rolls onto his back and paws gently at His Giant's fingers trying to catch them. His Giant just laughs and wiggles his fingers playing with him.

"I believe you are in love dear brother."

His Giant shakes his head and stops moving his fingers. The kitten uses this to his advantage and traps a finger between his paws and brings it to his mouth.

"He's cute and he is Harry's."

"So?"

"So… we should make sure he is happy until Harry can come and get him."

"Whatever you say"

His Giant starts to scratch under his chin with one finger while rubbing his face with his thumb. The kitten's eyes start to droop and he feels himself start to slip away. He blinks sleepily at His Giant and sees him smiling down at him. The kitten mews quietly and rubs his face with a paw and finally falls asleep.

"I guess we can look after him for Harry for now."

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So that is chapter three I hope you enjoyed it, please review and tell me what you think (even if you didn't like it)

Sorry for taking SO long to write this chapter, there is a lot of things I need to work on but the first thing I am going to try to work on is updating all of my stories and next actually responding to reviews

Question~ Ron and Hermione bashing or no?