The Twin's POV
Ron was headed to bed, when his twin brothers each took an arm, and hauled him into the empty Headboy's room. They all but threw him on the bed and stood in front of the door. "What?" the youngest redheaded boy snapped, but with a very worried look in his eyes. He knew damn well what they wanted. He just hoped they believed him.
"Want to tell us why you had Harry's stuff in your trunk?" Fred asked as he folded his arms across his chest. He wanted to believe that his brother was not a thief, but the evidence was just too much. There was no good reason for what they found.
"Yes, do tell us why we shouldn't tell Mum and Dad," George added, mimicking his twin. He too was severely disappointed with tonight's events.
"I was holding it for him," Ron said, lifting his chin up.
"Right, you hate Harry right now, so why would you protect his things?" Fred said with a disbelieving shake of his head. "You could've just cast a locking charm on his trunk, or had an upper-year do so," he pointed out.
"I was!" their younger brother shouted. "If I did that someone could have just taken the trunk. I was keeping his stuff hidden in mine."
"Ron, stop lying," George snapped as he narrowed his eyes. "You've never been able to, not with us. Now tell us the truth." Ron had a tell, his left eyebrow twitched when he lied. They never told him, of course. If they had the boy would just learn not to do it. Right now, that twitch was there, so he wasn't telling the truth or at least on all of it.
"No, I really was, I was going to give it back if he returned," Ron said, rubbing his nose, his tell showing. "But, I thought he was gone for good and it was all just sitting there, so I reckoned why let it go to waste. Not that I wanted him dead, or even thought that he was, but I figured he ran away like a bloody coward and wasn't coming back. I mean why else would he have left his dad's cloak behind?" He shrugged as if it was obvious.
"That is still stealing. You have no right to any of Harry's things unless he gives them to you or wills them to you, you idiot," Fred snarled, walking forward and getting into Ron's face. "Even if he did run away, the professors would've packed his things up and sent them to the bank," he explained to his little brother. "Then after this whole thing blew over he could collect them. They aren't your things, you have no right to them," he finished, poking Ron in the chest.
Ron stood and pushed him back. "Why the bloody hell not? Do you know how many times I've almost died because of him and his need to 'save people'? The troll, the chest game, the huge ruddy spiders," here he shivered, "the cave in, and his bloody godfather. Every time something's going on with Harry Bloody Potter, I'm stuck getting hurt. And what do I get for my trouble? He goes and enters the tournament behind my back!" he yelled. "He owes me," he stated firmly.
"First off, the troll was partially your fault. If you hadn't been such an arse to Hermione none of you would have been there," George said, ticking that off on his fingers.
"Second, you volunteered to go and help with the stone, and got points for it," Fred said, lifting two fingers. "You bragged about it all summer, until Mum threatened to magic your mouth shut."
"Third, what spiders?" George said, thinking back over that year and wondering what Ron was talking about.
"Harry dragged me out into the Forbidden Forest to talk to a nest of Acromantula. Hagrid said if we wanted information to follow the spiders. We almost got eaten, if it hadn't been for Dad's car, we'd be dead," Ron explained, with a full body shudder. He still had nightmares about that night. His fear of spiders was very strong. He deserved a bloody award for that alone.
"If Hagrid is the one who directed you there, how is that Harry's fault?" George asked curiously, causing his little brother to glare at him.
"Forth, if you hadn't flown the car and broken your wand then that cave in might not have happened, granted you'd be dead, but again you volunteered to go after Ginny," Fred pointed to the forth finger.
"Now I have no idea why Black was after you, those are his actions not Harry's," George finished, waving it away as he lowered his hands.
"Of course your taking his side, everyone always does," Ron snarled as he sat back on the bed and folded his arms mulishly.
"When has everyone taken Harry's side?" Fred started, looking very confused.
"In first year, when he lost all those points and the whole house turned on him?" George asked, just as confused.
"Ruddy dragon," Ron mumbled, rubbing his hand where that stupid baby dragon bit him.
"In second year when they thought he was the Heir of Slytherin?" Fred said, remembering the great time they had yelling in the halls, but also acknowledging that it had been a very bad year for Harry.
"Which you stood up with him for," the youngest pointed out.
"Because we knew he wasn't," they both snapped back.
"Now third year I have to admit the school didn't turn their backs on him, but they didn't ruddy well have his back either," George said, thinking the year over to see if there was a time the school shunned Harry and coming up blank.
"And last, but surely not least, this year when the whole school is calling him a liar and a cheat? So tell us Ron, when was this standing up going on?" Fred asked, looking to his younger brother.
"You don't know Harry like I do," Ron protested, holding up his hands defensively. "He is always in trouble and he always seems to get out of it. After all of his 'adventures' he gets points, or awards, and stuff. I got a crummy fifty points first year, while he got sixty, how is that fair?"
"If what I am told is correct, then he faced You-Know-Who. He should have gotten the House cup named after him," George retorted, not liking this side of his baby brother. He had no idea that his jealousy went this far.
"He saved our sister's life," Fred said softly as if that should stop the whole argument.
"And he got an award for it," Ron said snidely. "I was there too, you know? All I got was a pat on the head and a lolly."
"No, you got over a hundred points for the Chamber incident, which all you did was stand around with Lockhart," Fred snarled. He couldn't believe the stuff coming out of Ron's mouth. He thought that his little brother enjoyed all the 'adventures' he and Harry had gone on. They heard about it every summer, while Ron bragged about all his heroic deeds.
"That's it, we're done talking to you," George said, grabbing his twin's robe. "We'll leave this to Mum and Dad," he finished as he pulled open the door.
"You need help," Fred said, pointing a finger at Ron as he was pushed out the door.
Ron just fell back on the bed and pouted; now he was going to have to listen to his dad lecture and his mum yell and it was all Potter's fault.
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