A revival of the Slytherin instincts

Slowly regaining Common sense

Harry walked towards the great hall. He was supposed to meet Fred and George there so they could talk to Percy. He was terrified. Still he had left the others in the library with Neville. He only had a thirty minute break before lunch, so he needed to get through this. He stopped inside the great hall only to see three red heads standing in the middle. He slowly slunk towards the two identical menaces, managing to sneak up completely unnoticed. Percy looked down at his watch before saying gruffly, "Where is he? If you want me to do any type of ritual I need to get to know him. He might not be the match for our family, it's my job to make sure no havoc is caused by our Family." Fred and George look at there older brother before replying, "He'll be here. Just give him a minute, he tends to frighten easily." Percy catches sight of Harry standing in between the twins and immediately begins to laugh. "I hadn't expected him to be so quiet. The fact that he can sneak up on you two makes me want to agree. Hi, my name is Percy Weasley. I am the oldest Weasley currently at Hogwarts." Harry smiles timidly before replying, "I'm Harry Potter, although, my dad likes the nickname the twins gave me... Hadrian. They say it suits me because sometimes I act all proper and other times I act like a bringer of death." Percy smiles again and says, you know what? My brothers were right. I hereby adopt one Hadrian Potter into the Weasley Clan. May mother magic protect him and his loved ones, so say I so mote it be." With those words uttered Harry felt a flash of magic all around him. Suddenly his hair had a few red streaks in it. He grew slightly taller, but that seemed to be the only changes. Harry was ecstatic, he had his brothers. He couldn't wait to tell his father, but he would. He was Harry Potter after all, and he needed to stay under the radar.