It was early morning, most people were only just getting up to get ready for breakfast, but Harry was already awake, and had been pacing in an empty room in the dungeons for twenty minutes. All he could do was hope that his message had reached Freddie and that the older boy would be there soon. Sighing he rolled his head around on his neck and pointed his wand at an old dusty chair, with a whispered incantation the wooden chair became a large and comfortable beanbag. His previous cousin Dudley Dursley had, had one as a child and he hadn’t been allowed to touch it, let alone sit in it. So when his Father and Mother took him and Hermione shopping to buy their own stuff, he had cautiously asked for one, he had loved them ever since. Their play room in the manor was filled with them now for him and their friends to use. Smiling softly at the memories of his parents making his life better he got comfortable and waited. Thankfully it wasn’t long before the door opened and a red-haired head with blue eyes poked through the gap, seeing Harry, a grin stretched across his face. "Hey Hart." Fred greeted before dropping on the beanbag next to Harry happily. "Hey Freddie." Harry whispered as he burrowed into Fred’s chest, taking a breath, enjoying Fred’s scent; it was a mixture of potions and wild magic, which came from his experiments with George and Lee, then there was the smell of Dragon Leather from the Quidditch uniforms. Fred’s hand came up and softly stroked Harry’s hair in a soothing manner. "Are you okay Hart? Your message was rather panicked."You will hate me." Harry whispered keeping his eyes on the floor. "Hey, Hey, Hart. I could never hate you." Fred promised as he put his pointer finger under Harry’s chin and forced him to make eye contact. Fred’s blue eyes were sparkling with sincerity. Taking a deep breath Harry nodded.