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Fred and George had always been very ambitious. In their life they hadn't just wanted to be happy, but they wanted to prove themselves, to prove that they were someone, and not just the Weasley twins.
So, all their effort had poured into their dream, their shop, their future.
Caught up in their plans, they had forgotten that their family could have some creature inheritance. And, obviously, they didn't understand what this might mean for their future.
If there was anything that the wizarding world, Pureblood and otherwise, Dark wizards and Light wizards alike, shared it was the sacredness of creature heritage and fated mate.
There had, in fact, been cases of wizards being allowed to live by Death Eaters because of their magical heritage. Half-Veela, vampires, nogitsune. The rarer the inheritance was, the more sacred the creature was.
Not every inheritance had a mate. Some lived in solitude, isolated from the magical world, others lived in organised communities, with a personal government, still others died if their mate rejected them.
It was only Fred and George's good fortune that their inheritance was one of the most unstable and jealous.
In fact, on the morning of their seventeenth birthday, Fred and George woke up with red wings and fox ears. Inheritance of fairy and nogitsune.
Spiteful, mischievous, possessive, protective, jealous creatures.
And, the push they felt in their chest told them they had a mate.
The two exchanged a look.
Being magical twins, sharing a magical core and an extremely deep bond, the chances of their fated mate not being the same were very low.
They sighed.
They hoped to at least get to know their mate.
The good news was that, yes, they knew their mate. They genuinely appreciated him and the idea of having him as a mate was beautiful. The other positive aspect was that their mate was the only person in the world capable of recognizing them without ever making mistakes or having doubts.
The downside was that their mate had no idea what a magical inheritance was and didn't even know what a fated mate was.
And there was only so much preening Fred and George could do to prove they were worthy partners for Harry Potter. And there was a limit to their ability to keep from destroying that Cedric Diggory boy or Cho Chang girl, two people who made their destined mate blush every time his green gaze fell on them.
"We have to corner him." George murmured, watching the way Harry talked to Hermione about some spell he was studying for the Last Task.
"We can't continue like this." Fred approved.
Cornering Harry had frankly been too easy. Offensive, almost. Insulting when they realised that Harry didn’t use the Map so much as they expected.
Being the entrepreneurs that they were, however, Fred and George had taken the opportunity to take their little mate to an isolated classroom, and place him on the floor in front of them, effectively blocking his only escape route.
"Hey, guys!" Harry simply waved his hand, deciding to ignore the way he had been dragged by the two older boys. "What can I do for you?"
It was this attitude that the two Weasleys had always liked. They could do the most senseless thing, and Harry would just accept it and go with the flow.
If only more people were like Harry.
"So, I'm sure you've noticed something recently." Fred began, unsure how best to convey to the younger boy that he had two extremely jealous, protective and possessive destined mates.
“You mean, aside from the Ministry's determination to make my life hell and a Death Tournament that doesn't seem safe at all?” Harry shrugged. "I can't say I did, no. Why, is there anything else to note?"
Perhaps they had been a little harsh on the boy, the two Weasleys mused, realising that he had a lot to deal with in a short time.
"Yes, except for the Death Tournament and the Ministry's incompetence." George nodded. “It's about… well,” George pointed to his ears and wings, “you really haven't noticed?”
Harry shrugged. "Ron explained to me about inheritances and those things. At first I just thought it was some new product of yours, or a potion..."
“A product that alters body parts?” Fred asked, blinking. "But it's impossible!"
"You're Fred and George." Harry shrugged.
And if Fred and George strutted after the boy's remark, that was their business alone.
“No, okay, yes, it's our inheritance, fairy and nogitsune inheritance.” Fred nodded, deciding to finish the speech. Did Ron tell Harry enough? "And do you know what that means?"
"Ron just said that some were more isolated than others. And that those who had a mate protected them with all their being." Harry frowned. "Mione has found books where all the actions committed by creatures inheritance in defence or out of jealousy towards their mate were written down. They are like... jokers for the law."
“Yes, we are not subject to normal law.” George nodded. "If we want to protect our mate, there are no limits we must respect."
"Pretty cool, but still doesn't explain why you dragged me to an isolated room." Harry tilted his head. "Was I disrespectful to your mate?"
"No!" Fred slammed his head into his palm, saying. "You are our mate!"
"Excuse me, what?"
"You are our fated mate." George repeated more slowly. "Your smell is quite... unique, that's it. And we have this pull in our chest that draws us towards you."
"I am sorry." Harry grimaced. "Ron said that the death of the mate causes depression and the death of the creature's inheritances."
"And why are you sorry?" Fred blinked.
"It's not very likely that I'll make it out of this Tournament or the war in general alive." Harry shrugged. "And you know it too."
"Do not say that." George retorted. "You will make it out of this Tournament alive."
"And from the war." Fred continued. "Nothing will take you away from us. Even if we have to move out of this country and go somewhere else. We will keep you safe, Harry."
George nodded. “You just have to give us a chance.”
Harry smiled slightly. "All right."
"All right?" Fred repeated, a soft tone of voice. “As in…all right, let's try?”
"As in, let's give it a try." Harry confirmed, reaching out to take each of the two Weasley's hands. "Though I have to tell you, it won't be easy at all."
“Who wants easy?” George asked. "We only want you."
Harry smiled, his green eyes bright with unshed tears, a joy in his face that made the two redheads lean down and kiss his strawberry red lips.