Two Worlds

Vernon Dursley glared at the back of the freak's head. He is just like the boy, a freak. A freak with glowing red eyes. Glowing red eyes? Vernon's eyes bugged out at the thought that just popped into his head. “A-are you Moldymort?” Hoping and praying for the best, that the answer would be negative.

“What are you blathering on about fleshy?” The Freak's hidden eyes stared into his rear view mirror. A look of neutrality on his face. The teen beside the freak cackled softly, fiddling with the radio. Causing heavy metal to blast from the speakers. “Frenzy.”

“Are you going to kill me?” Vernon nearly shouted over the pounding music. The freak cop reached for the radio dial and turned the volume down, ignoring the petulant “hey!” Causing the cop to reach over to ruffle the teen's hair fondly before withdrawing his hand. The teen scowled at the cop before straightening out his hair.

“Oh how I wish I could squishy, but I've got orders not to. So you're safe for now. But when Prime does give the okay, I'm gonna pop you like a balloon.” Seeing the hidden eyes behind those sunglasses glance casually in the rear view mirror. Then teen turned to smirk and bare abnormally pointed teeth at him.
Squeaking in fear at the downright diabolic grin the freak gave him. Vernon squeaked and fainted.

Frenzy eyed the unconscious fleshy sprawled out in the back, then sniggered. Barricade grunted. “Yuk it up Frenzy, let's see how you like having a disgusting fleshy sweating on your seats.”

Cackling, Frenzy settled down in the passenger seat. As they pulled into Bulkhead. As Barricade exited the car, hauled the fleshy out and transformer. Prowl glided over, glancing down at the unconscious man. Then glanced up at him sharply.

“Barricade.” Disappointment in his voice, causing his shoulder plates to stiffen and bristle. Barricade scowled unhappily before he shifted uneasily on his pedes.

“Hey, I did nothing, he up and fainted.” Barricade growled at that irritating feeling of shame.

“I'm sure you said something.” Prowl remarked offhandedly, but an amused smirk on his face. Barricade grinned at that. Prowl rolled his optics, bent down and hefted the squishy up. Then carried the unconscious fleshy off. Leaving him and Frenzy alone.

Gringotts Bank, Diagon Alley.

Feeling hot tears soaking his neck, Bill sobbed softly in his neck. The betrayal of his mother and younger siblings hitting him hard. “Not your fault Bill.” “I better get Charlie, Percy, the twins and Dad to see if they knew.” Setting Harry down back in the chair, Bill scrubbed at his damp eyes furiously. Taking a pinch of Floo Powder, he tossed it into the ornate fireplace and called out “The Burrow!”

He stepped into the green flames. The world began whirling around. Seeing fireplaces shoot past, then he saw a familiar kitchen.
The Burrow.

As he stepped out of the fireplace, Bill glanced about the kitchen. Glancing up from the table, Fred and George stared at him. “Where's Dad?” “Shed.” “Come with me, you too Percy.”

As the trio followed after him, out to their Dad's shed. “Boys? Whats going on?” “I need to ask you all a question and I want the honest truth.” They all stared at Bill. Fred noted the puffy red eyes and whispered “Bill?”

It took a lot to make Bill cry, but when he did, it meant something life-shattering. Fred knew that the information would break the entire family. His hand closed tightly on his twins, feeling George panicking beside him.

“Did you know that Mom, Ron and Ginny were stealing from Harry's vaults?” Hearing the indignant shouts, the rapidly paling face of their father. “they were stealing from Hare-bear?” The look of utter shock and disgust on Percy's face made Bill realize something. Percy may be a straight-laced and stick-in-the-mud, but if you hurt someone he loved, hell hath no fury.

“How Dare they..”-F
“..Steal from our...”-G
“..Precious little brother...”
“...In all but blood...”
“....and use his fortune....”
“...for their ill gotten gains!”

Bill grimaced at the twin speak, but knew both are upset and righteously so. Glancing over at his father, who looked as if he was about to suffer a heart attack. “Does Charlie...” “I have not asked.” As he explained how he found out, Bill noted the paleness increase in his father's face. “Shite!” As he apparated his father to St. Mungo's, Bill quickly flooed the dragon reserve.

Romanian Dragon Reserve.

Patting the left flank on the young dragon, Charlie scratched under Norberta's chin. She crooned happily. During her brief stay with Hagrid, the young dragon had bonded with the trio and Hagrid, so she liked being around humans. She favored people with red, black, and brown hair. Mainly black hair. Several Romanian officials had gotten an overzealous greeting from the young dragon.

“Yo Weasley!” Charlie turned away from Norberta to see the head handler and Bill walking towards the pen. Patting her, Charlie said “be right back beautiful.” Leaving the pen, he noted with concern, Bill looked as if he had been crying. Immediately jumping to conclusions, Charlie asked “Did something happen to Dad?”

“It's much worse then at Charlie.” Staring at his older brother, Charlie blinked. “Did you know Mom, Ron and Ginny were stealing from Harry's vault?” He had to heard that wrong.

“W-what?” “Mom, Ron and little gin-gin were stealing from Harry.” A buzzing noise filled his ears, the last thing he saw was the look of shock on Bill's face as he collapsed to the ground in a dead faint.

Gringotts.

Staring down at his clasped hands, Harry heard the little movements of the Goblins moving about. Then a plate of food was thrust into his hands. “Eat.” Glancing up, Harry stared at the healer. As Harry stared down at the plate of food. He didn't think he could even handle any food right now. He felt as if he is on a roller coaster with no brakes. Setting the tray aside, he stared blankly at the floor.

“Lord Potter-Black-Gryffindor-Slytherin-Ravenclaw, you need to eat.” Harry glanced up, meeting Griphook's eyes and spoke softly “I don't think I can Griphook.” Hearing footsteps outside the office door then “Master Griphook, Curse-breaker Weasley and his family are outside, shall I admit them?”

Griphook glanced at him, Harry nodded his head. Moments later a gaggle of red-heads were in the office. Plucked inelegantly from the chair, Harry wrapped his arms around the massive neck of the Dragon tamer. Who's hug causing him to gasp for air

“I swear on my magic Harry that I did not know.” Charlie stared into his eyes. Willing him to understand him. Harry could see the utter honesty in those open and trustworthy eyes.

“I know Charlie.” Resting his chin on Charlie's head, Harry peered down at the twins, Percy and Mr. Weasley. All pale-faced and shaken.

All had shocked and betrayed looks. As Charlie set him down, Percy swept him up into a hug. Harry fell into the gentle hug, resting his cheek on Percy's chest. Listening to the soothing sound of Percy's heart beating under his ear. Harry felt the tension and stiffness ease from his frame at the soothing beat.

“I am sorry for what they did Hare-Bear.” He sounded as if he had been crying.

“Not your fault Perce.” Harry leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek. Causing a flush to cross the older teen's face, making the twins to giggle at that.
Back on his feet, Harry was swept into a dual hug by the twins. Fred rubbed his chin on his head, George buried his face into his neck.

Watching the spectacle, Griphook felt a faint grin tug his lips. He may not have known wizards, but seeing several acting like that to a younger wizard. Lord Potter-Black-Gryffindor-Slytherin-Ravenclaw had friends no matter, friends who would not betray his fragile trust.