Just Say Yes || Fred Weasley

Chapter One Hundred and Five

"Nearly time for bed, I think," said Mrs. Weasley on a yawn.
"Not just yet, Molly," said Sirius, pushing away his empty plate and turning to look at Harry,"You know, I'm surprised at you. I thought the first thing you'd do when you got here would be to start asking questions about Voldemort."
We immediately stopped giggling, turning to stare at Sirius immediately.
"I did!" said Harry indignantly. "I asked Ron and Hermione but they said we're not allowed in the Order, so —"
"And they're quite right," said Mrs. Weasley, sitting bolt upright in her chair, "You're too young."
"Since when did someone have to be in the Order of the Phoenix to ask questions?" asked Sirius. "Harry's been trapped in that Muggle house for a month. He's got the right to know what's been happen —"
"Hang on!" George interrupted loudly.
"How come Harry gets his questions answered?" said Fred angrily. "We've been trying to get stuff out of you for a month and you haven't told us a single stinking thing!"
"'You're too young, you're not in the Order,'" said George, in a high-pitched voice that sounded uncannily like his mother's. "Harry's not even of age!"
"It's not my fault you haven't been told what the Order's doing," said Sirius calmly. "That's your parents' decision. Harry, on the other hand —"
"It's not down to you to decide what's good for Harry!" said Mrs. Weasley sharply. Her normally kindly face looked dangerous. "You haven't forgotten what Dumbledore said, I suppose?"
"Which bit?" Sirius asked politely, but with an air as though readying himself for a fight.
"The bit about not telling Harry more than he needs to know," said Mrs. Weasley, placing a heavy emphasis on the last three words.
I grasped on to Fred's arm, watching the back and forth intently, leaning in to whisper, "What do you think she meant by that?"
Fred shrugged, equally as intrigued in the exchange, leaning slightly forwards in his seat.
"I don't intend to tell him more than he needs to know, Molly," said Sirius. "But as he was the one who saw Voldemort come back he has more right than most to —"
"He's not a member of the Order of the Phoenix!" said Mrs. Weasley. "He's only fifteen and —"
"— and he's dealt with as much as most in the Order," said Sirius, "and more than some —"
"No one's denying what he's done!" said Mrs. Weasley, her voice rising, her fists trembling on the arms of her chair. "But he's still —"
"He's not a child!" said Sirius impatiently.
"He's not an adult either!" said Mrs. Weasley, the color rising in her cheeks. "He's not James, Sirius!"
"I'm perfectly clear who he is, thanks, Molly," said Sirius coldly.
"I'm not sure you are!" said Mrs. Weasley. "Sometimes, the way you talk about him, it's as though you think you've got your best friend back!"
"What's wrong with that?" said Harry.
"What's wrong, Harry, is that you are not your father, however much you might look like him!" said Mrs. Weasley, her eyes still boring into Sirius. "You are still at school and adults responsible for you should not forget it!"
"Meaning I'm an irresponsible godfather?" demanded Sirius, his voice rising.
"Meaning you've been known to act rashly, Sirius, which is why Dumbledore keeps reminding you to stay at home and —"
"We'll leave my instructions from Dumbledore out of this, if you please!" said Sirius loudly.
"Arthur!" said Mrs. Weasley, rounding on her husband. "Arthur, back me up!"
Mr. Weasley took off his glasses and cleaned them slowly on his robes, not looking at his wife. Only when he had replaced them carefully on his nose did he say, "Dumbledore knows the position has changed, Molly. He accepts that Harry will have to be filled in to a certain extent now that he is staying at headquarters —"
"Yes, but there's a difference between that and inviting him to ask whatever he likes!"
"Personally," said Lupin quietly, looking away from Sirius at last, as Mrs. Weasley turned quickly to him, hopeful that finally she was about to get an ally, "I think it better that Harry gets the facts — not all the facts, Molly, but the general picture — from us, rather than a garbled version from . . . others."
The four of us exchanged a look, knowing Lupin must've realised we had a spare set of extendable ears.
"Well," said Mrs. Weasley, breathing deeply and looking around the table for support that did not come, "well . . . I can see I'm going to be overruled. I'll just say this: Dumbledore must have had his reasons for not wanting Harry to know too much, and speaking as someone who has got Harry's best interests at heart —"
"He's not your son," said Sirius quietly.
"He's as good as," said Mrs. Weasley fiercely, "Who else has he got?"
"He's got me!"
"Yes," said Mrs. Weasley, her lip curling, "The thing is, it's been rather difficult for you to look after him while you've been locked up in Azkaban, hasn't it?"
Sirius started to rise from his chair.
"Molly, you're not the only person at this table who cares about Harry," said Lupin sharply, "Sirius, sit down."
Mrs. Weasley's lower lip was trembling. Sirius sank slowly back into his chair, his face white.
"I think Harry ought to be allowed a say in this," Lupin continued, "He's old enough to decide for himself."
"I want to know what's been going on," Harry said at once, avoiding Mrs Weasley's eye.

"Very well," said Mrs. Weasley, her voice cracking. "Ginny — Ron — Hermione — Emily — Fred — George — Lee — I want you out of this kitchen, now."
"We're of age!" Fred and George bellowed together, at the same time as Lee and I expressed similar arguments.
"If Harry's allowed, why can't I?" shouted Ron. "Mum, I want to!" wailed Ginny.
"NO!" shouted Mrs. Weasley, standing up, her eyes overbright. "I absolutely forbid —"
"Molly, you can't stop Fred and George," said Mr. Weasley wearily. "They are of age —"
"They're still at school —"
"But they're legally adults now," said Mr. Weasley in the same tired voice.
Mrs. Weasley was now scarlet in the face.
"I — oh, all right then, Emily, Lee, Fred and George can stay, but Ron —"
"Harry'll tell me and Hermione everything you say anyway!" said Ron hotly, "Won't — won't you?" he added uncertainly, meeting Harry's eyes.
" 'Course I will," Harry said. Ron and Hermione beamed.
"Fine!" shouted Mrs. Weasley. "Fine! Ginny — BED!"

In the end, Molly had to basically drag a kicking and screaming Ginny from the room, the noise reawakening Mrs Black's portrait in the hallway.
As Lupin ran out to quieten her, I turned to the boys, face uncertain.
"Whatever we learn, we stick together" I frowned, sticking out my pinkie finger.
"Of course" Lee said, linking his finger with mine, nudging George who did the same.
"Obviously"
Fred just huffed a laugh, pressing a kiss to my temple before linking his finger as well, "Always"