A Dragon for three lions

The station

Harry had just managed to get his luggage on the train, his uncle had barely made it in time. To be fair, Harry knew his uncle hadn't wanted him to make it. He would be losing out on his punching bag for almost a whole year. Harry was quite excited to finally be away from the Dursleys, even if it was only for a few months. He finally sat down, only to see two red headed boys coming down the platform with their family. They were tall, and lanky, and they seemed to glow. It was... strange. No one else around them was glowing, it all seemed somewhat muted next to them. Harry continued sitting there, watching them, until he noticed he was glowing as well. He yelped, and hopped up, just as the red haired woman with them noticed the glow on the two boys. All of a sudden they were looking for something, and or someone, and Harry ducked. He refused to look, hoping that perhaps it was simply a normal wizarding thing. Maybe it would all be ok, it had to be, right?
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They looked, Fred was sure he had seen a golden glow from the train, but George thought it was more silver. Of course their mother refused to believe it was either, it was most likely just blue or white, after all, gold or silver were the rarest kind of bonds, ones that you could only get if you were soulmates, as well as magic bound. Gred and Feorge knew that their mother wanted the best, but sometimes... she was a bit too controlling. They finally had to get on the train, or risk missing it, and so she waved them off. Once away from their mum they searched the entirety of the train, finally coming to the last possible train car. They opened it, only to be blinded by a bright, shining, golden light. Once they could see again, they saw a small, scrawny boy. He had black, messy hair, and glasses that had been broken far too many times... but what caught their attention, was the scar, right in the center of his forehead. "Are you... Harry Potter?" One of the twins asked, they weren't actually sure which one, they were far too shocked. "Yes? Th-that's my name." The twins stared at him for a moment, before Fred muttered, "by Merlin..." George caught his twins eye, both having noticed the boys appearance. "I am George Weasley, and this is my twin Fred Weasley, and you... would appear to be our mate.