Bonds

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Harry felt... faint. He didn't know that he could be bound to anyone, what if they didn't want him? What if he was a disappointment? He didn't want to be bound to anyone, at least... not if he didn't think they liked him. Why did fate play games with his life? He didn't want to unloved, but he knew no one could possibly love him. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." the twins looked at him, "you didn't do it, magic did. Magic chooses the best possible choice for a bond, and so we know that we will be fine." Harry looked at them in surprise, he didn't expect them to accept him. He expected them to scream, or yell, or hit him. Instead... they were smiling, and talking. They seemed... nice. Harry was shocked when he was all of a sudden sandwiched between two bodies. At first, he started panicking, he couldn't breathe. He was sure that they were trying to kill him. But then, his brain caught up, and he broke down sobbing. He held onto them, sobbing into their arms, perhaps... perhaps this was ok. Maybe he was safe with them. He couldn't breathe, he was crying to hard, gasping for air but unable to get any. He felt faint, like he was about to pass out, and the train car was spinning. He continued to sob into them, and they let him. One of them bent down, and whispered into his ear, "Breathe, Kid, deep breaths. It'll be ok, just calm down. In for three, out for three, breathe with me." Harry followed his breathing, trying to calm down. He felt a little better, a little more in control, and sank deeper into the hug. He liked this, it felt... safe something he couldn't remember ever feeling. He stayed like that, curled into them.

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