Mate on Soft Paws

3. To Go or Not to Go

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(George's POV)

"Gred must we go there?" Fred asks.

"Yes. Mum asked us all to come home. Even Charlie and Bill will be there, so we have no excuse not to without her coming here herself and dragging us home by our ears." George replies.

They were in the middle of packing what they would need when they went home for the weekend. George had no idea why their mum would suddenly be asking all her children home but he knew that there was no excuse they could give to avoid going.

George sighs, he was really hoping they would be able to check on Harry again today since he wasn't the last time, but his dad firecalled last night telling them they had to come home for the weekend. And with what they found out last night they were definitely in no hurry to go home.

"This is not going to be anything good. I can guess that much already." Fred nods in agreement and goes back to finding the rest of what they would need for their stay.

"We will figure out what we are going to do about this after." George grabbed his bags and headed to the floo and Fred was close behind him.

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The kitten struggled the best he could clutched tightly in the feets of this big bird. The feets dug into his sides but not quite hard enough to break skin. It was still uncomfortable and restrained his breathing. He wiggled his tiny form the best he could; trying to escape from this meany. But even his best tries were useless. He was lunch.

And what good would getting free do him? This bird was far too high off the ground if he was dropped he would not survive. He stopped struggling and let out a soft whine. The bird noticing that its prey as given up loosens its grip slightly and he was slightly more comfortable in its tight grip.

The bird turns sharply and he almost slips from its grip but it tightens its grip again and he is secure again.

~*NO! No fall. TOO HIGH. TOO HIGH! Far up, no fall*~

He notices that they are flying towards a house. There is something familiar about the house but because of his current state he couldn't pinpoint why. The bird flies through the open window and drops him onto the floor before perching on a nearby chair. 

The second his paws touch solid ground he bolts under the closes hiding spot, what happens to be a couch. The people in the room talk loudly when they notice the bird but he pays no mind. His body is still trembling and breathing is fast and panicked. The people in the room don't know he is there and he wants it to stay that way. He huddles close to the ground and curls his tail around himself trying to calm himself a bit. 

"Why is she here? Did Harry send us a letter?" 

"Fred! George! Leave the poor bird." 

"We were not..even doing...anything."

His ears perk at the familiar voices. It takes a while for his fluffy little head to connect the dots.....

~'OH!!!  My Giant and Meany.... Come find me? Come helps me? '~

The kitten carefully pokes his head out to find his Giant. But something big was blocking his way.

"Why did you want us home so urgently mum?"

"I will explain everything when everyone gets home. Charlie will not be here for a few more hours so you will all need to be patient."

"Even Charlie's coming?"

"Did something bad happen?"

"Mum?"

The kitten ducks back under the couch just as a foot was about to crush him. He moves to the other side of the couch and peeks out again. No one is on this side.