xX~Nyx~Xx
Naps are really the best thing ever. So cozy. So warm. He stretches out one paw and rolls onto his belly and curls up again.
Nyx woke up curled up inside of the coziest blanket cave ever. There was absolutely no reason to ever move even an inch and that is why he had no plans on doing otherwise. He yawned lazily curling into a tiny fluffy ball.
A noise from the other side of the room interrupted his napping and he twitched his ears in annoyance but otherwise ignored it. If he ignored it well enough, it will leave him alone and he would like nothing more than to not be bothered from his nap.
Clearly he didn't ignore the annoyance well enough because the next thing he knew a pair of hands were kidnapping him from his cozy place. He blinked angrily at the awful meanie who dared move him without his permission.
"Oh no... looks like this little cutie isn't a morning kitty." The hands bring him up to a face and he swats at their meanie nose. Payback for moving him.
"Feisty little thing you are." They settle him into their arms and he receives some very lovely scratches. Okay this was better than his cozy place, he purred in appreciation.
"Don't tell Alice and you will get more scratches. Deal?" The fingers stop and one appears in front of his face. Must lick! He gives the fingers a few kisses and the not meanie but also not his giant smiles and gives his chin a few scratches too.
His purrs grow louder.
"I'll take that it's a deal. I'll hold you to that."
Nyx is placed back in the softness and gets one last scratch before the not meanie/giant walks away.
"Alice brought you something to eat. We don't have any cat appropriate food but this should do." A bowl is placed in front of him and Nyx gives it a cautious sniff. Smells yummy! He digs right in and eagerly consumes the food offering.
"Why am I talking to a cat? And how did I end up responsible for it?"
"Because, dear brother, the little cutie decided your room was his favourite place and everytime I removed him he just came back."
"What are you here?"
"Just checking up on our newest house guest."
"You mean our only guest."
The bowl has been successfully defeated and no more of the yummy is left. Nyx uses his paws to clean his face. Rubbing and licking at his paws to bring his face back to its original colour. While bathing his face he looks around the room and notices the two giants standing in the doorway.
"I needed to make sure you didn't kill him with your grumpiness."
All traces of his earlier tiredness have vanished and Nyx is now wide awake and ready to play. He takes a brave leap off of the sofa and onto the ground. He runs over to the not meanie and tries to save him from the snake that is attached to his feet.
Die you nasty monster you are not allowed to hurt his giant! He pounces furiously at the monster and catches it in his teeth but pulling isn't working and it keeps a tight hold to his giant's feet. A tough opponent. But Nyx is tougher and won't fail his mission.
Yep, that sounds right. This one is his giant too. And he needs to protect what is his.
'Mine.' He growls and fights the snake harder.
"If you are so concerned for its safety then just take him with you."
"Nope. He likes you more and I wouldn't want to upset the little guy." The giant picks up Nyx; he hisses in protest and bites the hand that takes him away from his prey. This giant must be working with the snake monster and is trying to stop him from defeating his prey. Bad giant!
He is placed back in his giant's arms and the nice scratches are back.
'Did you see me? I protected you from the evil monster.' Nyx meows and rubs his head further into the hand.
"Look at him, he is so happy to be in your arms. Yep, you are so stuck with him."
"Alice, what do you know? What are you not telling me?"
"Who me? Nothing. Don't worry about it." The bad giant leaves and he is left with just his giant.
His giant sighs but keeps petting him so it is okay. "Why me, little one?"
Nyx meets his gaze and reaches up and touches his paws to his giant's face. He puts some kisses there too. His giant needs lots of kisses and Nyx can do that all by himself.
"You don't seem to even notice the danger you are in just being in here with me. Strange creature."
The hand that is moving gently over him feels really really good and his purring starts again. His eyes start to droop shut and he starts to drift off again. The feeling of rightness soothing him to sleep. The only thing that is missing is his other giants then everything would be perfect.
xXxXx
He wakes up again this time his sleeping spot isn't so soft but still feels perfect. Nyx stretches lazily with a yawn. He blinks sleepily up and his giant is not looking at him but is busy with some toys. Nyx watches his giant move the stick toy against another flat toy.
Needing to get closer to the toy himself, Nyx climbs up his giant and sits beside his face.
His giant looks at him but makes no noises. Nyx looks at the flat toy and sees another cat but this one is stuck on the flat toy. His giant is trying to play with it with the stick but it is ignoring him. Rude.
Nyx won't ignore his giant and pounces on the stick but misses and falls back down to his giant's lap.
"You are a little troublemaker aren't you?" His giant smiles. "Did you want to help me sketch?"
The stick toy comes closer to him and he tries his best to catch it but it's just too fast and keeps getting away.
He feels something weird pulling at him and is able to shake it off and ignore it. The feel comes back and feels familiar. Safe. Like when his giants touch him. He leans into the feeling like it's a hand stroking him and the weird pulling feeling gets worse and he flies out of the window.
"What the-"
xX~Fred~Xx
There is an awful feeling growing inside of him and with every passing minute it gets worse and now he is in serious danger of losing the little bit of breakfast he managed to eat.
Looking over at his brother he can see that he is feeling about the same. Exhaustion is framing his eyes. Neither of them got much sleep last night, turns out it is hard to fall asleep when all you can think about is how you lost an entire person (kitten-shaped but still a person) that is helpless and doesn't understand the world around him. Yeah, thoughts like that tend to put a damper on the whole sleep thing.
So many awful things could happen to a tiny kitten;
He looks like food to a hungry wild animal
He could be chasing a butterfly and run off the side of a cliff
A car could hit him, he's so small they wouldn't even see him
An evil person might find him and use him for their evil plot!
He might get lonely and cold and just be crying somewhere
He might mistake poison for food and die!
He could turn back into Harry and just be naked and have no idea where he is!
So many things could have happened to him and they are just awful people who let it happen. They let this happen. How useless are they? Harry was completely dependent on them and they failed him.
"Do you know where my other sweater is?"
"It's in the suitcase still."
"Accio suitcase."
Fred stared at the flying suitcase as it came down from where they had left it in the attic. He has to stop from slapping himself in the face. Why didn't they think of that? Later, he'll blame it on the stress.
"We're wizards.."
"I know you're tired but I think it's a little late for you to be just figuring that out."
"We are wizards! Why are we looking for Nyx?" Fred takes out his wand and
"Oh.. Accio Nyx."
Time seems to tick by slowly while nothing happens and then a ball of black fur comes screaming through the door. Fred is easily able to snatch him out of mid air. Nyx's eyes are wide and claws dig into his chest and he neither notices nor cares, just glad to have him back where he belongs.
He can't believe that actually worked. Thank Merlin that it did though! They were out of options and stuck waiting and hoping that Nyx found his way home.
"Naughty kitten! Do you have any idea how worried we were? You could have died out there alone!" George yells but the only thing this accomplishes is to make Nyx curl further into Fred.
He is just a kitten after all and has no concept of what just happened. He was somewhere and now he is somewhere else. Probably so confused and scared because flying isn't a typical kitten thing to do.
"Don't yell at him. He doesn't understand what he did. He's just a kitten." Fred gently strokes the kitten trying to soothe the little ball of fright.
"I'm sorry." George goes to pet him but gets a hiss for his efforts.
"Looks like you're going to have to win him over again. Come on Nyx, let's get away from the meanie and get you some breakfast." Feeling a little childish he sticks his tongue out at his twin while walking away. George just sighs.
A little later in the day
"There we go. Who's a handsome boy? You are."
"Harry will kill you when he finds out you actually put a collar on him. Did you make sure to write 'Property of Fred Weasley' on it that'll ensure a timely demise at the hands of The Boy who Lived."
"No, of course not! It says BOTH our names and the number to the store." Fred smiles holding up the kitten to show off the collar he transfigured from the portkey bracelet that brought them here. "It even has his name on it. This way if he gets lost again and someone finds him they know where he belongs."
The collar is a darker shade of green than his eyes but stands out well enough against the black of his fur. Fred sets the kitten back down on the floor and watches as Nyx freezes at the new feeling of wearing something and proceeds to fall over and lose function of its legs. He laughs as he watches the kitten struggle.
Nyx doesn't look nearly as amused and continues to struggle with this foreign object attached to him somehow.
He tinkered with the collar a bit before he deemed it ready. They really needed to ensure they couldn't lose the tiny important ball of fluff again. So with just a little bit of extra magic he was able to make it into what was essentially a reserve portkey that brings the kitten wearing it back to the destination of the original portkey which was their new house.
It just needed to be activated which only he knew how, for now, he will tell George eventually. After he has a little fun with it first of course.
He picks up Nyx again and hugs him close just like he always wanted to do whenever he was worried about Harry before. He always looked like he just needed someone to care enough to just hold him. Human Harry probably wouldn't let him this close but at least kitten Harry seems to love it. Fred will take what he can get.
CRASH
What in Merlin was that? Fred makes his way across the house and finds himself in their kitchen. George is standing there with the contents of an entire cupboard on the floor in front of him
"What are you doing?" He asks.
"We own a bakery."
"Yes."
"We can't bake." George moves to retrieve one of the fallen baking pans.
"Right."
"Which means we need to learn. How hard can it be?"
"Alright, let's see what we can do.." Fred places Nyx on the ground and mentally prepares himself for the task ahead. Nyx looks fully prepared to protest but is quickly distracted by Fred charming one of the cat toys to move on its own.
Nyx runs out of the kitchen after the toy. And Fred turns back to his twin ready to give this a try.
A few hours go by and the kitchen looks like a warzone. The products of their effort sit abandoned on the counter and George is trying very hard to hold onto the contents of his stomach. Fred himself already failed at that task himself and is currently sitting with his head above the toilet bowl.
Their mom makes it look so easy, how could they fail so badly. He would have been happy if even one of their attempts was just edible; it didn't even need to taste good. At least then they would have something to build off of.
But no, everything they made was a biohazard at best and potentially deadly at worst.
"I think it is time to call it a night."
Fred just manages to nod in agreement. He freshens up ridding himself of any lingering traces of their first attempts. George has just got rid of any traces of the war they fought with a final wave of his wand.
Finding Nyx was easy enough this time as the little kitten had fallen asleep on one of the couches curled up in the sweater that George had changed out of this morning. Fred gently collects the precious bundle, careful not to wake him. They make their way back up to the attic and Nyx is carefully placed in the centre of the bed with one twin settling on each of his sides.
The kitten doesn't notice the change in location and just sinks deeper into the sweater.
~xXHarryXx~
He wakes up slowly and his brain feels like it is wading through water. Everything is fuzzy around the edges. The sweater that he must have been wearing when he went to bed seems to of kind of ridden up in a few places and his one arm is no longer in the sleeve. He easily straightens it out and the large sweater falls gently over his smaller frame.
Harry looks around and can feel the panic start to build. Where is he?
The room is completely unfamiliar. A groan next to him has his head snapping to its source. A familiar mop of red is peeking out from under the blanket. Movement from his other side pulls his attention and he sees George sprawled across the bed and the blanket pushed to the side.
Okay, so if that George that would mean… He looks back at the other side of the bed… this must be Fred. That makes sense but at the same time it doesn't. Now he knows who he is with. But that doesn't get him any closer to knowing where he is or why.
Thankfully it seems like he fell asleep on top of the blanket so removing himself from the bed was easy enough.
Quietly, he leaves the room to explore. His curiosity gets the best of him and he needs to know where he is, that way he knows how to be better prepared. He looks back at the sleeping twins one last time before exiting.
He has always liked the twins. They never pushed him past where he was comfortable, They didn't grab at him and touch him when he didn't want them to, unlike some people. But he shouldn't complain, at least he has people who care enough to want to touch him. So he shouldn't refuse because then they might not like him anymore.
The twins were always different; they were nice without being pushy. They had kind smiles and always spoke softly when they spoke to Harry. They stayed close without being too close and he liked that.
It felt wrong sometimes. Ron was his best friend, but when he was visiting the burrow he always found himself drawn more to Fred and George. Ron was great but sometimes he was too much and Harry would need to find room to breathe.
And during those times he would seek out one of the twins and stay close because Ron and most of the other Weasley's would avoid them because they didn't want to find themselves on the wrong side of one of their pranks. They never said anything when Harry would appear in their room. They would just smile and then go back to discussing whatever they were talking about before he entered.
Opening the closest door he peeks inside and just sees an empty bedroom. He explores a little more and finds a couple more empty bedrooms and an office but nothing really interesting. He makes his way downstairs and through the sitting room.
The stomach rumbles at him when he enters a room that must be the kitchen. He catches sight of an open recipe book. Cupcakes. That sounds really good.
Glancing around once more he sees no one and hears no one. During his inspection of the house the only people he found were the twins. They wouldn't mind would they? Harry didn't think so but he would make sure there was enough for them too.
He easily found the ingredients he would need and got to work. He always found baking to be relaxing and it was one of the few chores he did that he actually enjoyed. His aunt didn't like to bake herself and would always get Harry to do it for her and then show off his efforts as her own. So it had to be perfect and taste like heaven because his aunt didn't want to look like she couldn't bake.
So every bake sale, visitor and special occasion Harry would need to come up with something incredible. Everyone always complimented his aunt of how incredible of a baker she was and she made the best cookies, pies cakes etc.
Harry wouldn't know though, he's never tried anything he has baked in the past. He wasn't allowed sweets, they were for good boys and that wasn't Harry. Aunt Petunia would always watch him like a hawk whenever he baked to make sure he didn't try to poison them.
The batter came along quickly and he poured the chocolate mixture into the tins and into the oven they went. He cleaned up the mess he made while he waited for them to bake. Once the dishes were washed and waiting to dry he took them from the oven and placed them on the rack to cool.
As they cooled he made some icing. The recipe he found in the same book as the cupcakes. Very carefully he decorated the cooled baked goods. Once they were all finished Harry stepped back ready for his work to be inspected.
No one came. Oh yeah.
One sweet wouldn't matter, right? He knows that he doesn't deserve one but he really wants one and he is practically drooling. He finds the least perfect one and takes a bite.
So this is what heaven tastes like. No wonder his cousin would always have so many. The sweet treat disappears in seconds and Harry has to stop himself from taking another. One was already pushing it and he definitely didn't deserve two.
He hopes the twins have as many as they want. He yawns.
Harry makes his way back into the other room and curls up on the couch. Nyx falls asleep quickly and the sweater covers him completely once more.
xX~MissPoison~Xx
I know it has been forever since I last updated and I apologise for that. I am hoping to continue to update again but I can't promise it will be on a regular schedule but I will try my best.
Looking back at some of the earlier chapters I have noticed a few things I would like to change along with plot holes and parts that don't make much sense. If this is something you would be interested in let me know otherwise I may just wait until the entire story is finished and then come back and rewrite.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter let me know. Coming back and reading all of your comments is what resparked my inspiration for this story.