It started as any other summer day at the burrow Harry awoke in a sweat still trying to control his breathing and telling himself that it was over. He was trying to force himself not to gag on the smell of ash and burnt flesh, as the only place he had ever truly called home was in ruins. As bodies lay side by side like lifeless husks, Lupin and Collin, he paused digging his palms into his eyes, and stumbled out of bed. The burrow was very quiet as nobody had stirred awake yet. He set his destination to the kitchen, not hearing Ron’s snoring unsettling him, as he and Hermione had taken their newts to the ministry and headed off to Australia to restore her parent's memory. You were present when they broke the news to the family telling everyone that they were engaged. He was happy for them, really, but he couldn’t help feeling like he was being left behind. Molly invited him to live at the borough with them, even though things didn’t work out with Jenny. She decided to focus on her relationship with Luna and try to get into the Holyhead harpies as a Chaser when she finally graduates from Hogwarts this year. He stepped up to the counter pulled out the kettle sends a wandless Aguamenti to charm the kettle to boil. Pulling down a mug he heard footsteps descending the stairs. Fred walked in rubbing his eyes tiredly with George behind him, his hand rubbing under his shirt. “I’m sorry guys”, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “I had a terrible dream” Looking down at his feet, Harry didn’t think it had the effect he sought. Fred spoke up, “It’s okay Harry, we get them to its fine I mean if you want”. George continues, “we know you Ron and Hermione have been sharing a tent for so long and a dorm room with Ron long before. Fred continues, “I mean if you don’t mind you can stay in our room, we won’t mind”. Harry’s head jerks up so fast he could have gotten whiplash. Are you, well I mean are you sure I won’t be a bother? Biting his lip twisting his fingers, “I get nightmares and wake up sometimes screaming or on the edge of puking”. “I really don’t want you two to have to put up with that”, he whispered so softly, “I don’t want you to hate me”. The twins exchange a glance that spoke a hundred words. George spoke up, “Harry why haven’t we heard it till now”. Fred followed in the same line of questioning, “yeah and why haven’t you come to us or mum”? And then it hit them, he hadn’t wanted to be a bother the Dursleys, so much so that it has affected so deeply. Feeling that his basic needs could cause others to hate him. “Oh Harry”, Molly said as she walked down the stairs rushing to hug him, “Harry, we love you like my own sons”. “Maybe not by blood but I’ll always be there for you Ron, Fred, George, and Charlie”. “What happened to Percy could have happened to anyone during the war”. “It was war Harry, nobody blames you, you died my darling boy please”. She was full on crying, squeezing the life out of Harry now, “how could we ever hate you”? Harry was crying now succumbing to the grief. He almost became boneless in Molly’s arms. Fred came around his mother George on the other side, putting a hand on her shoulder. “I think you need to let the poor boy go. He needs to breathe”. “Oh of course”, she tuts around the kitchen wiping her face with a flannel, and tries to start breakfast, Fred goes to finish Harry’s tea on top of pouring a cup for himself and George. George tries to get Harry distracted with a new product that he is working on perfecting. creating bubbles to release thoughts into the air, to help people who can’t keep their ideas in order. He said it could help further other inventions if he could visualize what he was thinking in a clear format. Harry was giving ideas to help further when Arthur came down the stairs and made his way to the table. Kissing Molly on the cheek and said goodbye to the boys as he was walking into flew to head to the ministry. Molly was placing breakfast down on the table. Fred at once went to make Harry’s plate and George snuck him a slice of Trinkletart. Later that night, Harry woke screaming and decided to maybe take the twins up on their offer. He chucked his sweat-soaked shirt to the floor, only leaving his joggers on, and patted his way down over to the twin's room. His heart was thumping when he nervously knocked on the door. He was just about to walk away when sleepy George opened the door and waved him over. Fred transfigured two beds into one, Harry slowly crawled in sandwiched between the two, and started to shiver with the cool air and the sweat cooling. Fred was going to use a warming charm but instead just handed him a hoodie that he and George tended to share as they did with most of their clothing. Harry happily slid it on and with the pressure on both sides he felt safe for the first time in years. He fell asleep quickly only waking when one of them moved to get up and use the restroom. In the morning, he felt someone running a hand through his hair, he nuzzled into the pillow he was lying on which caused the body behind him to chuckle. Fred walked back in leaning over the bed to press a kiss to the top of his curls and whisper something to George that sounded very similar to he so cute like this. But he was so focused on the light scratching of his scalp that he forced himself to fully wake up as Molly was shouting that breakfast was done and after she needed the garden de-gnomed. As he got up, he went to offer the hoodie back to the twins, they told him they liked it better on him, causing the poor 18-year-old to blush brighter than a tomato. Walking back to his room to get dressed for the day. After breakfast, Harry, George, and Fred set to de-gnoming the garden. It was a hot day, and he looked up after finishing his section he noticed Fred was shirtless, sweat glistening on his skin. His broad shoulders, and fuck, was that the start of some lean abs? Harry’s mouth went dry, and George spooked him as he came up from behind Harry, he smirked when he saw what caught his attention. Harry went slack jaw when he noticed that George was also shirtless, his hard strong muscles, and his pecs were more defined and Harry couldn’t get anything to come out his mouth. He vaguely remembered shouting bathroom break and running back inside leaving one smirking teen and another amused, once he calmed his breathing, he tried to stay focused on his task at hand. Ignoring his wandering mind, after dinner he went back up to his room which was technically Ron’s old room. In the orange glow of sunset, he sighed and decided he was going to shower and try to sleep. Maybe he could get his trailing mind to rest. He gathered his nightwear, the newly got hoodie a pair of silk shorts, and a matching top. Narcissa had given him the latter for his birthday. After he showered, he sent a drying charm to his hair and dressed, he couldn’t help but embrace the hoodie's scent. That smell, George’s light pine and musk scents, and Fred’s vanilla and cedar scent. A small moan escaped his mouth, he gasped hoping nobody heard that, and willed his erection to subside. Just as he was getting ready to leave, he noticed one of Fred’s t-shirts in the bin and one of George’s jumpers. Before he could think too strongly, he nicked them, hiding them in his towel he was passing the twin's door, so he stopped knocking to say good night. As soon as they opened the door, he was already being rushed in to lay on the bed, his bundle of towels and hidden clothes still in his arms. Fred noticed, he went to grab them and lay the towel out on the seat chair, but Harry panicked and didn’t react quickly enough. As he grabbed at the towel the stolen clothes tumbled out onto the bedding. Harry was caught and utterly mortified, he was so red in embarrassment and shame he shook with anxiety and tears flooded his eyes. When the twins got over their initial shock, they both looked at each other and bolted for Harry to calm him down, cooing in his ears, petting his head, and trying to whisper reassurances. They got him to calm down a little bit his breathing settled. Fred reached over and grabbed his chin, lifting him, so he was looking into his eyes, and said, “Now why would you steal these Harry”? “You could’ve just asked”. Harry stuttered for a minute trying to spit out that he just liked the way they made him feel safe and he thought the smell would help him sleep, and he had just come to say good night. He had not meant to be a bother, they nodded in understanding but continued to reassure him they didn’t mind at all. They think it’s cute and he’s always welcome with them. Harry had never felt so cared for and relaxed enough to get ready for bed. He crawled under the covers, Fred maneuvered his head onto his chest, and George wrapped his arms around his waist, spooning him. Harry slept well again that night, in the morning the dark circles that had formed under Harry’s eyes had disappeared. Harry also came to the awareness that he had more feelings for Fred and George. More than brotherly love, this fact hit him like a slap in the face. How is he supposed to handle these feelings now, knowing how he feels? The day went by rather slowly, Harry just waited for the night so he could crawl back in bed with Fred and George, to feel the safety of the night before. But it seems tonight they had other plans, as the bed was moved over to the wall. Fire whiskey was sitting between them along with three goblets, “we drinking tonight” Fred just smirked and passed him a full glass and George said, “How about a drinking game”? “Um okay, what game”? Harry asked suspiciously, well George explained we could play truth or dare. Maybe we could play two truths and a lie or spin the bottle. Harry had to raise an eyebrow at that as there were only three of us. Fred goes, “Oh why of course if Harry dear wanted to be kissed, he should just do it no need for a bottle”. George’s winked and pointed to the closet, “There are always thirty seconds in heaven”! At this point Harry is a blushing mess, he can’t help but fear they are just teasing him. Then it hits him and he goes deathly pale, did they know and were making fun of him? The twins see this shift immediately and panic, “Harry I’m sorry we didn’t mean to push you and make you uncomfortable”, Fred speaks up,” Yeah Harry we are sorry we do care about you”. Harry looks up and sees how crestfallen they look at the thought they had upset him. In a moment of courage, he was still a bloody Gryffindor he plopped himself in George’s lap and pulled Fred into a kiss, they pulled away to kiss the man behind him. Harry is smiling but also slightly embarrassed, they both sandwiched him between them and asked him out. Over the next few days, Harry is spotted in different pieces of clothing that belong to the twins, but he has never been happier in the past than he is now. Fred and George are like a warm fire melting the edges of the cold that’s been clouding his mind. He looks up at them one night as he feels George’s arms around his waist and Fred’s steady heartbeat under his head and sighs. Fred asks, “What’s wrong sweetheart”? “Harry look at me”, George wiggles around to face him more as Fred cards his fingers threw his curls. “Darling you can tell us anything.“ Harry peeks up through his lashes, he hasn’t needed his glasses since he was woken from death's embrace. “I -well I,“ he stutters helplessly and almost as soft as a breath he says, “I think I’m in love with you, what are we“?“oh darling“, George coos, “Sweetheart You are everything. Have always been brighter than the sun, to hard to look directly at so overwhelmingly beautiful.” George continues, “you're like a breath of fresh air after being in a burning building.“ They look at each other and smile so softly it makes his heart flutter. “And we love you so much.“ Both of them lean down kissing his cheek, “Always.“
“Always ?“ Harry asks,
“Always and forever our little sun“, saying it in unison as only twins could.
He relaxed in their embrace knowing he’d always have a home in their arms.