Okay, so, this is a good Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Neville, Draco, Severus, Molly and the rest of the Weasleys. Bashing of Pansy, Dumbledore and other characters.

Chapter Rating: T

Warning: FLUFF! So Fluffy but necessary for future.

Thank you for reading. It means so much to me. I will be doing my best to update this story regularly. I am experiencing a bit of wear and tear from stress but I am still making time to write between shifts at work.

You are all amazing and valid.

Also, as stated, this is a Drarry story but I WILL NOT be rushing into a romantic relationship with them as they are just barely entering a tentative friendship. My focus for the course of this particual story is to solidify the bonds between Draco and Harry and their friends as it is going to change the course of the entire wizarding war and Voldemort's new role in my story.

Trust must be established before I can focus on their relationship. Yes, they will have other partners because that is normal but Drarry is my Endgame. I'm peronally wavering on Ron/Hermione in favour for Hermione/Krum and Ron/Fleur.

Pain. So much pain. His joints felt bruised and his skin felt as those his body had been swelled up and went back to normal all too quickly.

Despite the fact that he felt like he was waking up from a deep slumber, he felt as though it had been over a year since he had slept.

The last time he had felt this horrible was when he had caught the flu recently and this time he didn't have the mercy of his fever to remove his mind from this agony his body was in. He was completely aware that he was laying on the floor, covered in a blanket, wearing a set of pyjamas he'd never seen before in his life.

"Master Harry Potter is awake. I hope you are liking the sleep clothes I put on you once you was human again. Master Draco be saying you like red," Gypsy said grinning nervously at Harry who groaned as he sat up.

"Yes, red is good. I like red…" He cut off as a wave of nausea passed through his body, causing his vision to tilt. This was horrible. And miserable. He just wanted to crawl away from his body and leave the suffering behind.

And he was so tired.

"Master Lucius sent potions for you. Draco has already had his but he said it was best to let you rest. He says the first time is hardest. I is going to move you to a guest room when you woke up."

Harry followed her gaze to some potions.

Ordinarily, he would be hesitant to consume anything but he felt seconds away from vomiting and his entire body felt as though he had been thrown into a meat grater… He swallowed all of them and found the relief started flooding his body quickly.

"You be taken upstairs to rest now. You don't need to go to see the Weazy family until three."

Before Harry could blink, he felt as though he was being sucked into a straw and once he became aware, he found himself on a soft bed with thick blankets. By the time he recovered from the apparation, Gypsy had closed the curtains, making the much-too-bright room dark enough for him to lay comfortably without his eyes burning.

"I be leaving water bedside the bed and some crackers. I be waking you in a few hours."

He fell asleep quickly and as promised, the elf woke him up with a smile on her face as she put a cleaning charm on him. It was the weirdest experience, felling every bit of dirt, sweat and grit leave his body.

The potions had helped make him feel better but he was still tired, week and sore but it was now closer to what he felt after a Quidditch practice and not like someone had beat him with an ugly stick.

He followed the elf down to the large dining room, where he found Draco sitting with his mother, looking every bit as tired and weak as he felt. As he sat down, one of the elves placed a bowl of gentle looking food, probably things that were light; they knew Molly Weasley was going to feed him.

"Your hair is red again," Draco informed him, clearly unable to come up with anything to say that didn't revolve around the transformation they had just went through. The night they had spent chasing each other around the space… He didn't remember much, only bits and pieces but it wasn't a nightmarish experience once the pain from the transformation was gone.

Draco's mother looked like she wanted to say something at her son's words but she chose to stay quiet but there was curiousity in her eyes, so he explained that he was a metamorphagus and while avoiding mentioning the block ooh his magic, he explained that is was a new discovery.

Lunch was a quiet affair from there and after a little while, Harry was escorted to Diagon Alley. He took a second the make sure his skin looked healthy and that his hair was black again. He got into the floo network, nervously and called out the the second place he had ever considered a home.

The Weasley's house came into view as he tumbled out of the driveway. Did they know where he had been? Did Severus say anything to them? Did Remus and Sirius know?

Neither of them had shown up at the Malfoy manor during the night, so if they did know, they weren't overly furious.

He tumbled weakly out of the fireplace, feeling his magic wash over his hair, making him wonder what colour his locks were now.

"Blimey, mate. I knew you liked our family…"

"And we're flattered."

"But no need to dye your hair to be with us."

So, that answered what colour his hair had become. He shouldn't have been surprised to discover that his hair was once again ginger more than any other colour but he also had a tendency to go green, blue, purple or gold.

Ginger was the colour it went when he was most content and happy. It must have been a colour he associated with warmth, peace and comfort… Well, his mum was a ginger and so were the friends he considered family and the woman he considered to be a mother.

"Harry, dear, your hair suits you but what inspired you to…"

"I didn't," Harry muttered blushing deeply, thankfully, he managed to stop his hair from changing colour this time or maybe he was just too weak to change it again. "I'm a metamorphagus and now that the block if gone, I can access my…"

His words were cut of as a look of utter fury crossed Mrs Weasley's face. A couple windows shattered in her anger as she heard what had happened. In fact, Fred and George had shrunk back against a wall, unable to process the unadulterated rage across their mother's face which slowly melted away as concern washed over her face as she embraced Harry with tears in her eyes.

"I always said you looked peeky… I knew something was wrong. The shame. Its disgusting. You poor dear! Come now, let's get you a bite to eat, you're too thin. Severus dropped off your potions this morning. I will find out who did this to you… mark my words," Mrs Weasley muttered angrily cursing the nameless thought of whoever had hurt her son in all but blood… and that was only because she couldn't afford the potion.

It was clear if she found the person, they were in for the most amount of pain she could provide to them without killing them. Just as a mother spoke about her son.

It filled his heart with warmth which spread through his body making him forget for a moment how tired he was and how sore he felt. He grinned warmly as Molly gave him some lunch, which he ate gratefully. Since he ate the soup, he had found himself growing more and more hungry.

Fred and George had told him that the summer they returned after Harry's second year, they discovered Mrs Weasley had been trying to make the blood adoption potion so the ministry have no choice but to allow Harry to live with them and away from those 'horrible muggles'.

Of course, the ingredients had been expensive.

In fact, the twins were now telling Harry how she'd convinced Severus to brew it for her last night because 'boys need a mother, even if they have two fathers. That way, no matter what, he'd have a place to go'.

"Well, actually, he said he'd bring it up with your guardians. He imagines they might want to include their blood in the potion too."

"It'd be interesting to see what your last name becomes…"

"Weasley-Potter-Black."

"Potter-Black-Wesley."

"Black-Weasley-Potter."

"Blimey, Fred, can we just call him Harry Weasley!"

"He's already one of us."

"He's on the clock!"

Mrs Weasley smiled to herself as she listened to the twins go on but Harry knew it was the way his eyes were gleaming that was making her happy.

He was wanted. He had never felt more wanted in his life.

"He said he would have it ready by the end of the day. He'd certain Sirius and Remus won't have a problem because they agree you need a maternal figure," Molly said softly as she kissed the top of Harry's head as she often did with the rest of her kids.

"Harry?"

"Ron, hi Ginny," Harry said smiling at the site of his other friends. "Did mum finally blood adopt you?"

"I missed it?" Ginny cried out sound disappointed. "To think I missed gaining a brother."

"You have six brothers," Ron said.

"Let me rephrase that… I missed getting a brother I actually wanted," Ginny said sarcastically as she rolled her eyes at her brother. Ron simply rolled his eyes and said, "Well, anyway, welcome to the family, mate."

"I don't know how you all found out about the blood adoption but it hasn't happened yet. Maybe tonight or tomorrow if its okay with Sirius and Remus. Harry's hair is his metamorphic abilities. Now, sit down and eat."

Harry smiled to himself as he ate some sandwiches and soup. His bones were aching something wicked but the potions he'd been given had brought down his discomfort. Thankfully, he was able to use his metamorphic abilities to hide his pale face, the dark circles under his eyes and any other signs of being unwell.

He was almost certain Molly would be beside herself if he had have appeared looking as poorly as he had that morning. Heck, if he looked anything like he felt.

Thankfully, the emotions he was feeling was enough to take the forced smile off his face and replace it with a genuine smile and feelings of love and happiness.

Everything had just gone to silence as everyone ate when the floor network burst to life and a tired looking Sirius and Severus stepped out. Harry wondered briefly where Remus was until he remembered the man had been sick yesterday.

Please, don't let Sirius say anything that tell Molly that he thought I was here last night, Harry chanted in his mind. Severus would probably tell them where he was.

"Are you ready for this, Harry?"

Harry nodded eagerly.

"Well, Molly," Severus said handing a knife to Molly and a knife to Sirius. "If you will."

Harry watched as Molly and Sirius both cut their fingers and put a drop of blood into the phial. She then added a bit of blood from a phial, informing Harry that it was Arthur's blood. He'd have two new fathers, a mother and seven new siblings. Remus was pretty much a dad too, so… that was a huge family. Still, he wouldn't change it for the world.

"Harry, if you wouldn't mind removing any metamorphic changes on your hair and skin. This includes any changes to your bone structure. We don't want you getting hurt because you decided to make your jaw chiseled."

Harry removed as much of his changes without making the bags under his eyes visible. Thankfully, he didn't have any scratches because he hadn't been alone and he had another wolf to keep him occupied but from what he read, it could have been really bad if he had of been alone.

"Harry, you look pale," Molly cried out, rushing to feel Harry's forehead.

"His immune system is low and Remus has been ill with a cold, I would assume it's nothing more than that," Severus said, eyes flashing in what almost looked like concern but it was well concealed.

"Mr Potter, if you're feeling unwell by tomorrow, I will do a check but today, it will interfere with your adoption. "So, come here, Harry."

Harry looked over at the Weasleys as he stepped towards Molly, Severus and Sirius who were both expressing their contentment in their own ways. Severus was more stoic but there was a light in his eyes that Harry had never seen before.

Molly and Sirius made not effort at all to hide their excitement and joy.

"Will this hurt?"

"Not much. The most it will change in your bone structure would be in your face. Any other changes like your height are set in place and can't change. So, simply drink the potion and… Good… All of it," Severus said but his words were drawn out by the sound of bubbling in his ear.

The sensation was reminiscent of poly juice, only not as painful and the position wasn't near as disgusting. By the time it was done, his face was aching and tingling. His entire face tickled and it slowly spread to the rest of his body, making him feel as though every inch of his body was being tickled with feathers.

Everyone in the room was looking at him with various levels of joy, happiness and love. Harry beamed happily as he was thrown into an embrace, sandwiched warmly between Mrs Weasley and Sirius who were both smiling into his hair.

"Mate, you look like one of us?"

"But you've still got your mum's eyes," Molly said warmly, resting her hand warmly under Harry's chin and Sirius ran his fingers through Harry's hair.

"And your hair has smoothed out a bit," Sirius said, just as warmly.

"His bright…"

"Weasley red hair."

Fred and George said happily.

"Mum, do you think he's still a metamorphmagus?"

Harry frowned and focused on changing his hair. He felt the familiar wash of magic and knew he was still holding the ability before he washed away the change and let his new hair shine openly.

Severus was the only one staring.

"You look so much like Lily. But you've got Molly's freckles and Sirius's cheekbones," Severus said thoughtfully. "You kept your father's disposition."

The hug left Harry feeling overjoyed and sour as his bones protested the contact but he but he didn't want the embrace to end.

"Ron, dear, why don't you take Harry up to your room, he'll be sharing with you when he stays here. Sirius and I are going to discuss how often he stays here and holidays," Molly said with a teary but fond expression as Ron guided Harry upstairs, followed by Fred, George, Ginny, Hermione and Percy. "Oh, Bill and Charlie will be here tonight."

"Now that you're one of us, you're going to have to do chores."

"Degnoming."

"Cleaning."

"You'll be on the clock now."

"Really, Fred, George, you think that's what he's worried about," Percy said looking at Harry closely as though trying to figure something out.

"Honestly, I'll happily do all the chores if it means I get brothers. And a sister. A mother and a father who want me. That's all I ever wanted was for someone to want me."

"Those muggles didn't treat you right, did they?" Ginny said sadly.

"They had bars on his window, Gin."

Percy gaped at his youngest brother's words. "I thought you were exaggerating. That's… that's not right. He's a boy, not a criminal!"

Percy looked genuinely shocked and speechless for the first time since Harry had met him.

"No, they had bars in the windows alright. Hedwig was locked in her cage, too."

Percy looked horrified and Hermione looked torn between throwing up and crying at what she was hearing. However, Ginny looked almost as angry as Molly Weasley had been when she found out about the blocks.

"Oh Harry, you must be glad you don't ever have to go back," Hermione cried, beaming as Harry nodded, too happy to think about the Dursleys. He didn't need to worry about Vernon Dursley ever again.

Never would he be punished for his magic. The only thing he had to worry about was if his family found out about his condition.

Throughout the day, Harry spent time putting posters over his bed and occasionally catching words between Molly and Sirius with Severus's output. Ron seemed thrilled to have Harry sharing a room with him and was beyond thrilled that Harry supported the same Quidditch team as him.

He went downstairs to find Molly, Severus and Sirius sitting at the table sipping tea and smiling.

The desicion was final. Harry would spend the first month of summer with Sirius and Remus and the second half with Molly and Arthur. Christmas and Harry's birthday would be shared with the entire group. But Harry would have access to whichever house that he wanted to be in.

"There are not any kids his age at that place. Only the elf and that painting of your mother and a growing boy needs company from his peers," Molly explained, earring a nod from Sirius.

"That works, as long as he tells me when he's coming here so I don't think he's been kidnapped."

This all made him excited and happy for summer vacations, holidays… He had brothers and a sister, as he had always dreamed of and now, nothing could tear him away from them. This blood adoption made it legal. It couldn't be undone. No one could take him away now.

He was curious about why Remus and Sirius hadn't done it but he wasn't going to question it. He knew a blood adoption had to be performed among two people and maybe it was because Remus also had a compromised immune system… He read somewhere about blood adoptions between a parent and child with a compromised immune system going horribly wrong. And they both had compromised immune systems.

And Remus was always sick. Way more than Harry ever was and he worried about the man but clearly he was used to it.

After lunch, Ron, Ginny, Fred and George had gone to Diagon Alley with Arthur and Molly was downstairs cooking.

Harry decided he didn't want to go to sleep quite yet but he knew if he sat still, he'd be asleep in a second.

So, he grabbed his charms essay and knocked softly on Percy's door.

The door opened and Percy answered, his glasses perched on the tip of his nice and a large book on his bed.

"Harry," Percy said, looking at his newest brother with a curious look.

"Hey, Percy, I was wondering if you could look over my Charms essay. Its the only essay professor Snape hasn't gone over with me," Harry said with a small smile.

Percy's brows raised and a look of something almost like pride crossed his eyes as he accepted the essay and opened the door for Harry to enter.

Percy's room was immaculate. Everything was orderly, clean, tidy and organized, not that he had expected anything less from the wizard.

Harry sat down on Percy's bed and watched as he began reading through the essay. Percy had checked his homework before but this time, compared to usual, he did a lot of nodding and mm-hmming. It was much better than the tsk tsk he usually did.

After about fifteen minutes, Percy handed the essay back.

"This is really good compared to your usual. You backed up your facts, it clear you did research and the only errors I noticed were spelling mistakes but I can show you those. Even your writing has improved."

"Thanks, Percy. I'm being treated for ADHD and Severus has been tutoring me as well."

Percy pursed his lips for a second before he gave a slow nod.

"That's good. I was diagnosed when I was four. I've found taking frequent breaks help but only if you actually walk away from the project for a few minutes every half hour or so to keep your mind fresh. Stop, get a drink, use the loo or even move to a new room to work."

Harry's jaw dropped. Percy had ADHD. That was almost crazy because he was so organized and put together. His grades were perfect and he was head boy last year at Hogwarts. It made him realise he could be successful too if he wanted.

Not just good but great, maybe even excellent.

This year, he was going to prove to them that he was more than just the scar on his forehead. He was going to work hard in school, quidditch and maybe even make a few friends outside of Gryffindor. He wanted to check out some of the other activities Hogwarts offered.

He'd told Ron how much he was looking forward to a low key year, his eyes glowing as he thought about doing everything he could to make it so nothing would happen.

"I plan to keep my nose clean and have a normal your just like everyone else. I want it to be quiet and stress free. I'm tired of fighting for my life every single year," he had told Ron, frustrated with the past three years.

Now, he looked at Percy, eyes glowing once again as he said this. This was going to be his year. Hopefully there'd be no dementors, no stones to chase, or giant snakes.

"Thank you. I plan to focus on my studies this year. Hermione, Neville and I are starting a study group… We're going to try and get Ron to join too."

"Good luck with Ron," Percy said with a small chuckle. "Getting him to agree to study without 'reason' is going to be hard but he does get good marks for someone who dislikes studying the way he does."

"Thank you. I really want to make my new family proud."

"They are proud. Mum talks about how proud she is of you right along with the rest of us and Sirius… the way he looks of you… he's beyond proud to call you his son. They love you."

"Thanks Percy," Harry said with a yawn as he tried desperately to fight it. But it didn't go unnoticed because Percy raised a brow.

"You should get some rest, Harry."

Harry nodded and made his way out of Percy's room, he spent the rest of the afternoon helping Molly with the cooking until everyone else came back. There was something special about doing something with heart now; especially considering how much he enjoyed cooking and to see the methods she used with her magic was amazing.

She had a knife that chopped things for her and the stove monitored the food any turned off when it was done.

After supper, he went upstairs and curled into bed, finally allowing himself to think.

There had been a huge part of his mind that hoped, despite the fact the Draco and his father had sworn it wasn't true that he wasn't a werewolf.

He hoped desperately.

But he was. He had transformed. The entire night was blank and he had spent the night running around with Draco Malfoy who had also transformed.

He knew Draco wasn't going to tell anyone about his condition because Harry would tell everyone about Draco's condition if he did. He might not do that… but he also knew Draco didn't know that.

No, there were a lot of things Harry might have considered doing to him in the past but he would never exploit something so personal about him no matter what.

Harry smiled as Molly hugged him tightly as they finished the meatloaf and took joy in the feeling. Somehow he knew his parents would be happy that he was loved and cared for. He knew that they would be happy that he had people who loved him unconditionally.

Sirius, who should have had custody all along, was a great guardian and now he was his father. Molly was always so maternal towards him but he would have never thought to ask her to adopt him because they had seven kids already and they weren't rich. He didn't want to trouble her and yet, she adopted him without hesitation. Molly and Arthur.

As everyone sat at the table, Arthur Weasley came into the room and his eyes fell on Harry; his grin grew wide and he pulled him into a hug.

He knew everything would be fine somehow.

When two other men came into the room, he knew they were Bill and Charlie. They were both easy to get along with and both we thrilled to have a new brother.

Bill was laid back and chill while Charlie spoke enthusiastically about dragons as though they were the reason he woke up in the morning. They both had a passion for Quidditch and happily showed Harry the quidditch pitch the family had slowly built over the past.

It was a wonderful evening and somehow they had even convinced Hermione to watch them play. They had tried to get her to play but she refused completely. She said there was no way she was getting on a broom and nothing would change her mind.

It was a good game and Harry, happier than ever went to bed that night with a wide smile on his face, not caring for a night that his life had just changed in a completely terrifying way because he finally had a real family. The type of family he dreamed of.

It wasn't traditional but it was his.