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Bonded (Book 1)

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Chapter One

George's POV

George grinned as he emerged onto Platform 9 and ¾, his twin brother Fred following slightly behind him. Unlike every other year, George was slightly nervous to be going back to Hogwarts, but he couldn't fathom why. Something new was on the horizon, he could feel it, and yet… it didn't scare him. Whatever was looming, despite his anxiety, had a comforting feel, it wasn't going to be harmful, but the idea of change shook him slightly. He was happy as things were, with Fred and Lee being his best friends, but if the change was going to be good, he knew he would just have to accept it.

"Come on you slow poke, we need to put out trunks on the train." Fred said, as he elbowed him, snapping him out of his daze.

"Right you are Forge, race ya."

He won, his slight head start giving him all the advantage. Despite his want to settle down into his compartment, he knew he would have to say goodbye to his Mother, so at Fred's insistence, he followed him off the train again.

"Want to see my tarantula?" Lee asked, following them.

"Yes, obviously."

The twins stared down into the box Lee was holding, as the spider stuck a hairy leg out. Fred and George shared a look, knowing that this spider was going to come in useful with scaring their little brother Ron, and his roommates once they were sorted.

"Wicked." Fred said, looking down into the box once again.

George didn't comment, instead looking over to a small boy, small even for a first year, attempting to slide his trunk onto the train. The boy's body alluded to sadness, and George felt sorry for him. The clothing he wore was even more tattered than some of theirs, and the fact there were no adults around him made George even sadder.

Clearly the boy was alone.

A tugging in his chest urged George to go over to him, and despite it being slightly out of character for him, he did.

"Hi, do you need any help?"

"Yes please." He said, finally looking up and meeting George's eyes directly.

With that, both boys knees buckled, and they collapsed to the floor.


George knew his twin was calling for him, but he couldn't take his eyes off the first year in front of him, nor could he ignore the pulsing magic surrounding them.

"Georgie!" His Mum's cries joined his brother as many people on the platform moved to give the two boys space.

Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, his eyes left the boys.

"What happened?" He asked, turning to his Mum.

She knelt down next to him sobbing, but it didn't sound sad.

"Oh my little Georgie is growing up."

"What's happening?" The boy asked fearfully, his eyes welling with tears.

"Oh dear, sorry this must be so confusing for you. What's your name dearie?" Mrs Weasley asked.

"Harry ma'am, Harry Potter."

Everyone who was listening in to the conversation gasped, and Harry flinched.

George turned to look at the boy, Harry, and instinctively wrapped an arm around him, and Harry flinched again.

"Can someone please explain what's happening?" Fred asked, confused at his twins actions.

"I have an idea, but you're going to be late to Hogwarts if I stop and tell you. I'll owl the headmaster and he will explain it to you all. Now George, Fred, you keep an eye on this dear on the train won't you, and everything will be explained later."

"But Mum…!" Fred started to complain, but George's nod cut him off, shocking him as it was rare that his brother agreed with his Mother without any argument.

"Trust me dears, now pop onto the train and the headmaster will speak with you later, okay?"


With that, the few still surrounding the fallen boys dispersed, and Fred and Ron helped both Harry and George up.

"Want to share a compartment with us Harry?" George asked, as they boarded the train.

Harry just nodded, and George took his hand, leading him to a compartment where Lee was waiting for the twins.

"What the hell was that all about?" Lee asked as they sat down.

"No idea, Mum said she'd tell the headmaster, and he'd explain it to them later." Fred said as he took a seat.

Harry took the seat next to the window, and George automatically sat next to him, feeling it was the right thing to do. He was confused by the intensity of the emotions he felt for the boy despite just meeting him, and he had no explanation for it.

"Can I sit here too?" Ron asked.

Fred and George shared a look, not really wanting their younger brother tagging along.

"Want to see my tarantula Ron?" Lee asked, being well aware of Ron's arachnophobia.

"Actually, you know what, I think I'll find another seat…" He said as he backed out of the room slowly.

"Our brother Ron's scared of spiders." George told Harry who despite still holding George's hand looked incredibly nervous.

"Right, introductions!" Fred said, clapping his hands loudly, causing Harry to jump slightly.

"I'm Fred Weasley, this is my brother George, identical twins, obviously, and this is our friend Lee, Lee Jordan."

Each of them smiled at Harry as Fred introduced them.

"Are you feeling okay?" Lee asked Harry, and the twins turned to look at the small boy.

Harry was shaking slightly as he sat in his seat, and he seemed to have a slight fever by the looks of it. His olive skin looked extremely pale, and he looked to be very thin from what they could see under his horrendously baggy clothes.

"I'm fine, just tired. I'm Harry by the way, Harry Potter."

"Nice to meet you." Lee said, observing niceties they knew that his Mother had instilled in him since he was a young boy. Sure, Lee was a prankster, but he was never rude, not really.

"Nice to meet you too."

As the train started moving, the compartment fell silent, and Harry turned to stare out the window. The three other boys shared curious looks, but didn't dare say anything yet, not wanting to offend the young boy, or disturb him with how sick he looked.

Finally, Harry fell asleep.

"What do you think happened?" Lee asked the twins, still keeping an eye on Harry, careful not to wake him.

"I'm not sure, I mean I feel extremely close to him, and I don't even know how to say it, it's weird." George offered.

"It's weird, that's for sure." Fred agreed.

"I mean I have a slight idea," Lee began, "but I imagine it's wrong so I don't want to say it. Not yet."

"Oh come on!" The twins argued, but despite their insistence, Lee wouldn't tell them.

Finally, they dropped it, and spent the rest of the journey quietly discussing their plans for the year. All three boys were doing Care of Magical Creatures, but Lee was doing Ancient Runes while the twins did Divination, hoping it would be an easy OWL.

As the lunch trolly came around, all three of them bought something, having saved pocket money to do so, and debated about waking the still sleeping Harry. Finally deciding against it, they bought an extra pumpkin pasty and an extra chocolate frog just in case he was hungry.

As it started getting darker and the train slowed, the three carefully woke Harry so he could get changed into their robes, and frowned slightly when he insisted he needed to go to the toilets to do so.

"Do you think he's okay?" Lee asked.

"I don't know, I mean, even I'm worried and I normally don't notice these things!" Fred honestly told them.

George just nodded, not knowing what to say. He knew the small boy was hurting, and he wanted more than anything to fix that, but he didn't know how.

"It's going to be okay Georgie." Fred told him, his voice soft.

George smiled sincerely. His brother always knew how to make him feel better, even if it was just a small amount.

"Are you ready Harry?" George asked him as the small boy came into the compartment again.

"Yeah, I'm nervous though."

"Don't be, we told our little brother Ron that you have to fight a troll but obviously we lied." Fred told him.

"It's very easy." Lee added.

"You just have to try on a hat, but don't tell anyone okay, it's meant to be a surprise."

"Okay, I won't."

As the train stopped, George helped Harry off carefully, and ruffled his hair as he went off to join the other first years over by Hagrid.

The three third years quickly made their way over to the carriages, claiming one for themselves. Despite it only being the first of September, it was freezing, and they wanted the respite of the castle as soon as possible.

"Why did you tell him it wasn't a troll?" George asked curiously.

"It's clear you care for him George, and he already looked so frightened, I didn't want to worry him."

"Thanks Freddie."

"Plus," Added Lee, "he's so small, he just looks young, and I didn't want to scare him either."

"Thanks guys."

Dumbledore's POV

Albus Dumbledore frowned as he watched the older students enter the hall, the letter from Molly Weasley running through his mind, as well as the confirmation he had received from the Ministry as Harry's magical guardian.

A soul bond.

A soul bond between Mr Harry James Potter and Mr George Fabian Weasley.


"Are you okay Albus?" Pomona Sprout asked, seeing the look on his face.

"Yes, yes, sorry I'm quite well my dear, I'm just going to have to speak to some students about a newly formed soul bond is all."

"Oooh, soul bonds are very rare, who are they?" Filius Flitwick asked.

"Harry Potter and George Weasley."

Silence fell between the whispering professors.

"Proof that Potter is going to be a dunderhead, just like his Father." Snape hissed.

"Now Severus…" Dumbledore began, but was interrupted as McGonagall brought the first years in.

Dumbledore spoke briefly before the sorting began, and he watched all the first years be sorted into their houses.

His eyes came to rest on Harry Potter, and he had to stifle a gasp, the young boy looked dreadful. Not only was he much smaller than everyone had expected, but his eyes seemed glassy with pain.

"Harry Potter!" McGonagall cried.

The room fell silent, and Dumbledore leaned forward slightly as the boy shakily stepped up and sat on the stool.


Finally, the hat reached its decision.


"We got Potter! We got Potter!" The Weasley twins shouted as the young boy made his way to the table, sitting next to one of the Weasley twins who Dumbledore took to be George.

The rest of the sorting passed quickly and the feast began.

Harry's POV

Harry sat at the Gryffindor table happily despite the pain flaring from his back. He finally felt accepted, and cared for after the rush of magic he had felt on Platform 9 and ¾'s. He wasn't entirely sure what was going on, but he felt safe, safer than he had ever felt before.

"I'm Hermione Granger, by the way." A voice said, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"Harry Potter."

"Nice to meet you. I saw what happened on the platform, are you okay?"

"Yes, thank you. I'm not sure what it was."

"Neither am I, maybe I can find a book and help you?" She asked, cautiously.

"That sounds great, maybe we can read it together?" He suggested.

"I'd love to."

From a few seats down the table, someone snorted, making everyone in the vicinity turn to look at him.

"What?" Ron asked defensively.

"Why did you snort Ronald?" Percy asked, eyes squinting slightly as he glared at his brother.

"Of course Potter's got to be a bookworm, should have bloody seen that coming, knew he wouldn't be anything but a freak!"

Harry slouched as George grabbed his wand pointing it at his brother before Percy stopped him.

"Detention Ronald, and I'll be writing to Mother about this. What's wrong with liking books hmm?"

Ron just mumbled.

"That's what I thought."

Ron turned away, making conversation with an Irish boy near him, as Hermione and a timid boy turned back to Harry.

"I don't think liking books is freakish."

"Thanks." Harry said, looking at the boy.

"I'm Neville by the way, Neville Longbottom."

"Nice to meet you Neville."

"You too."

The rest of the feast continued in a similar manner, as Harry, Neville and Hermione continued making conversation, clearly on their way to being good friends. Finally, as the last person stopped eating, the desserts disappeared and Dumbledore rose.

"Welcome back to another year at Hogwarts. Now Mr Filch has asked me to remind you that all Zonko's products are banned. The forbidden forest is of course forbidden, and now so is the third floor corridor on the left hand side, for those who do not wish to die a most painful death."

Silence fell over the room before people began to whisper.

"Silence please! Now may Mr George Weasley and Mr Harry Potter stay behind? As for the rest of you, off you pop!"

With that, most of the hall departed, and the two boys remained behind.

"What do you think is happening?" Harry asked, looking up at George with scared eyes.

"I don't know, but it'll be okay, I promise you."

"Thanks George." He said moving slightly closer to the older boy.

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AN: Thank you for the reviews on Chapter One, I'm glad that those who reviewed liked it. Please review for this chapter if you would like too.



"Ah Mr Weasley, Mr Potter, if you'd follow me?" Dumbledore asked as he and Professor McGonagall made their way over to them.

The two followed without argument as they were led towards the hospital wing where Madam Pomfrey was waiting for them. Both of them were nervous, neither having any idea why they both had to go to the hospital wing. George knew that he wasn't hurt, though from the look of Harry he couldn't be sure that he wasn't. He looked like he was hurt, even if he could not see any obvious injuries.

"Ah George, Harry, is it okay if I call you that?" Madam Pomfrey asked.

They both nodded.

"Now take a seat, and we will explain everything."

"What's happening to us?" George asked as he took a seat, as did Harry.

"Now, have either of you ever heard of soul bonds?"

"Yes." George said.

"No." Harry responded.

"Well, a soul bond happens when two people are considered perfect matches for each other, as in the case with the two of you."

"We have a soul bond?!" George shouted, jumping up slightly.

Harry flinched backwards, letting go of the other boy's hand at his outburst. George looked over at the boy, his soulmate, apologetically. He hadn't meant to scare hi, but it was one of the last things he ever expected to happen to him.

"Yes George, now what do you know about them?"

"Not much, other than they exist, and that they're really rare."

"Indeed they are. Now you and Harry do have a soul bond, and because of this we need to work on cementing the bond so that no one gets hurt."

"Why would someone get hurt from it?" Harry asked shyly.

"When soul bonds are first formed they are unstable until they've settled in, and with you two being so young, it will be a strong bond. Soul bonds are rare, and extremely so in cases of two people so young."

"What sort of bond is it?" Harry asked.

"A romantic bond." Dumbledore told him.

"All soul bonds are, there are different types of bonds of course, but the highest level, the soul bond is a romantic one." Madam Pomfrey told them.

Both Harry and George froze, taking in the information. Harry hadn't thought about his sexuality ever, mainly focusing on trying to survive his life at the Dursleys. The Dursleys had told him it was wrong, but it didn't feel like it was, especially when he looked over at George again and felt a rush of affection. George on the other hand, had thought about it, and had known he was bisexual, and knew there was nothing wrong with it, so it wasn't hard for him to accept the bond. The surprising aspect was that it was Harry Potter.

"Are you okay?" McGonagall asked.

"It's just a lot to take in, that's all. What happens now?" George asked.

"First, I think you need healing, don't you Harry?" Dumbledore said, his voice soft.

Harry froze as everyone turned to look at him.

"I-" he began before freezing.

"It's okay Harry, Madam Pomfrey will help you, and I promise you'll never have to go back to the Dursleys." Dumbledore told him.

"I won't?"

"Of course not, I am extremely sorry I ever put you there in the first place."

"But where will I go?"

"Mrs Weasley has offered to let you live with them, she said so in her letter, which is beneficial for the soul bond as the two of you will have to be together a lot."

"How much will we have to be together?" George asked.

Harry sighed, thinking his soulmate already wanted to get away from him. He felt as if was a burden on him.

"You'll have to see each other at least once a day for the most part, however while the bond cements, for the first two weeks or so you'll have to stay together as much as possible. There is a chance that you'll have to spend more time together than usual as you are both so young, but as of yet we can't be sure of it. We will have to keep checking the bond." Dumbledore told them.

"But won't I become a burden for George?" Harry asked.

Silence fell.

Harry sighed. He hadn't meant to say it, he had just accidentally blurted it out. He winced, knowing how that would have gone down at the Dursleys.

"No 'Ry, you won't. You'll never be a burden for me, okay?"

"Okay." He whispered, not really believing it.

"So, what we're going to do is heal you up Mr Potter, and then we'll get you all to bed."

"Will we be okay in separate rooms?" George asked McGonagall.

"Not for the first two weeks, but after that you will, yes. What I'm going to suggest is, for now, you'll stay in the third year dorms together. You will have two weeks off from lessons while you cement the bond and get to know each other okay?"

"What about lessons?" Harry asked.

"For now, Miss Granger will likely be okay taking notes for you. I saw you two speaking at the feast, and from what I remember from introducing her to the wizarding world, she is quite studious. I'll speak to her tomorrow morning about it. Mr Weasley, I'll ask your brother to do it for you as well."

"Thank you." They echoed.

"Great, Poppy we'll leave you to it." McGonagall said as her and Dumbledore departed.

"Now Harry, do you want George to stay or do you want him to wait outside the curtain?" Madam Pomfrey asked.

"Can he stay?" Harry asked shyly.

"Of course." She said waving her wand as a curtain appeared around Harry's bed.

"Can you take your t-shirt off for me please?" Madam Pomfrey asked.

Harry did so, though reluctantly.

"What will happen to the Dursleys?" George asked angrily as he stared at his soulmate's back. It was covered in welts, bruises and scars and it made anger bubble up in the usually jovial teen.

"I'll provide my memories to someone from the department of law enforcement, and they'll arrest the Dursleys. It won't be an open trial as you're underage, but they'll likely end up in prison."

"Will I have to testify?"

"I'm not sure yet I'm afraid my dear. I'm sure Professor McGonagall will let you know. Now, let's heal these up."

While taking potions that Pomfrey handed him, she told them that they were to spend some of their days they had off talking about emotions, their past, their ambitions and just generally getting to know each other.

She also suggested they kiss, arguing that it would help cement the bond. Harry had blushed at that. George had kissed someone before, kissing his friend Katie once before realizing that they definitely were better as friends, understandable now.

"Now, I've done as much as I can for now."

"Thank you ma'am." Harry said softly.

"It's okay. Now, at breakfast every morning the house elves will put a potion by your plate, which will help with your weight, meaning you'll put a bit on, as long as you eat properly. Unfortunately there's nothing we can do about your height, hopefully it will begin to correct itself, but for now, we'll have to see."

"Thank you." George said.

"Now, do you want to spend the night here or back in the dorms?"

"Dorms please." George said.

"That's fine. I'll give you a pass in case a professor stops you."

"Thank you ma'am."

"Thank you Madam Pomfrey."

"Off with you two then. Sleep well and come and see me in a couple of days, so I can check on the bond, okay?"

"We will do, thank you."

The two left the hospital wing, holding hands, and yet Harry seemed slow, tripping over his feet slightly as he walked.

"You tired 'Ry?"

"Yeah, sorry Georgie."

He smiled at the nickname.

"I'll piggyback you, if you want?" George said, worried he might have overstepped.

Harry hesitated.

"Sure." He said after a moment.

George bent down as Harry climbed onto his partners back.

"So, when's your birthday?" George asked, breaking the silence.

"July 31st, what about you?"

"April 1st, obviously Fred's too."

"How many siblings do you have?" Harry asked.

"There's seven of us. Bill, he's a curse breaker at Gringotts in Egypt, Charlie he lives in Romania and works with dragons, then there's Percy, Fred and Ron who you've met, and then there's our little sister Ginny, short for Ginevra, she's ten."


"When you come and live with us, there'll only be five kids there. I'm not sure what room you'll be in."

"I'll sleep anywhere, I've slept in a cupboard before." He responded, trailing off slightly at the end.

"A cupboard?"

Harry didn't respond, and George turned his head to look at Harry where he was trying to hide his face in George's shoulder.

"Harry, please tell me love."

"I slept in a cupboard at the Dursleys, the cupboard under the stairs."

George felt himself choking up. Someone had locked a kid in a cupboard. His Harry had been locked in a cupboard! How dare they?!

"It's okay George, I promise. I won't have to go back."

"I know, but that should never have happened to you. I'll protect you, I promise."

"I promise I'll be good for you."

"You're always good, no matter what the Dursleys have told you. Ah we're here!"


"Behind this portrait is the Gryffindor common room, unfortunately I don't know the password." He said grimacing.

"Are we stuck out here?"

"Indeed not." A voice said as the door popped open, revealing a grinning Fred.

"Fred! Map?"

"Map." He confirmed.

Harry frowned slightly, having no idea what the two brothers were talking about, but coming to the conclusion that if it was really important, they'd tell him.

"So what happened?" Fred asked as they climbed into the common room. It was empty apart from Percy and Lee who had clearly been waiting for the soulmates to return.

George sat down heavily, pulling Harry onto his lap where he snuggled in, hiding his face in George's shoulder as George pet his hair.

Percy smiled, as Fred and Lee looked slightly confused at how soft George was being with someone he met around twelve hours before.

"He's my soulmate." He told them softly.

"I thought so!" Lee cried.

"Ssh, people are sleeping." Percy said.

"Sorry Mr Prefect." Fred joked, no real anger behind his words.

"I get two weeks off as well, so can you take notes?"

"Sure, Lee can help too."

Lee nodded.

"I think Harry's asleep." Percy murmured.

"Good, he was getting very tired, I should take him up to bed soon."

"We all should be getting to sleep. What's happening with Harry come summer?" Percy asked.

"He'll be staying with us, his guardians…weren't good."

"I thought so." Percy said, looking down at what would one day be his brother in law.

"I'm so angry!" George said, clenching the fist that wasn't helping to hold Harry.

"I know, but the professors will deal with it. I'd recommend writing to Mum in the morning to let her know. I'm going to ask her about rooms as well."

"Rooms?" He asked Percy, confused.

"When he comes home with us, I mean there's no room in your room, and I don't think he can survive in the same room as Ron, not considering how he was at the feast. I'm going to suggest he either shares with me or I guess Ginny, but I think he'll end up sharing with me. I'll look after him for you."

"Thanks Perce."

"You're welcome, now bed, all of you."

"Yes Sir." The twins chorused, saluting jokingly.

"Off with you, but first…" He said, casting a charm on Harry.

"What was that?"

"Teeth cleaning charm so you won't have to wake him up. Now, off with you."

"Night Perce."

"Night guys."

The three hurried upstairs to the boys third year door, glad that their two other roommates, Nigel Harveys and Martin Stanford were asleep. George knew he would have to speak to them tomorrow to let them know about Harry having to sleep there, but they were both decent guys, even if they weren't really friends with them, and they'd understand.

George carefully maneuvered Harry into his bed, closing the curtains around him, before turning to get ready for bed himself. He knew it wasn't good that Harry was sleeping in his robes, but he didn't want to remove his clothes and make him uncomfortable in the morning.

"How you feeling Georgie?" Fred asked as they brushed their teeth in the communal bathroom.

"Good, whole I guess. I mean I never felt like something was missing, but now it's clear that there was. Now I have a soul bond and a twin bond, I'm going to try and collect them all." He joked.

"Yeah, good luck with that. I think I'm good with just one bond."

"Don't knock it until you try it."

"Do you know how extremely unlikely it is that both of us would end up with soul mates?"

"That's true."

"Don't worry George, I get all the fun finding a partner now." He said with a cheeky wink.

"Guys, go to bed." Lee whisper shouted at them.

"Sorry Lee." They chorused, before walking over to their own beds.

George saw Fred close his curtains, and he took a deep breath as he got into bed with Harry. He hated to think that Harry might be uncomfortable in the morning, but for now… well he had to sleep, and he could help sort it in the morning.

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