The Charms Accident That Started It . . .
Harry didn't really know how he ended up in this predicament. Or any predicament, but it always seemed to happen to him. One minute he was in the Charms classroom, practicing the counter-charm for the shrinking spell with Neville. The next, Harry found himself in the infirmary, Madam Pomfrey fussing over students and their compulsion towards anything dangerous. Currently, he was being released from the Hospital wing, no problems found what-so-ever, as if he hadn't been the victim of a huge magical backlash from the exploding wand of Neville. Which, in-fact, felt worse than the Cruciatus curse.
Walking out of the Hospital wing, Harry started to make his way towards the Great Hall for Dinner, only to be interrupted on his journey by the one, the only. . .
"Hello Dan, fancy seeing you here."
"I never said you could use my name, Potter! Filthy Half-Breed, to you, it's either Mr. Combane, or the Boy-Who-Lived!"
Yes, the Brat-Who-Lived, or Dan, if you prefer. It was well known throughout school that the boy in front of him had survived the killing-curse, and was a rich prat that complained to his father, Clark Combane, every time something didn't go his way. He and Draco Malfoy were practically alike, except for in the physical sense.
Dan was a little short for your average fourth year student, standing at about five feet. But, what he lacks vertically, he makes up for horizontally. He was known to eat enough food to last a week in one day a day, but he didn't have the metabolism to keep up with it, coming in at about two-hundred pounds already. Outdoing Harry's cousin, Dudley, having about four chins dangling in his face. His hair was golden-blonde, while his eyes were a soft orange, often mistaken for Hazel. Most of the time, people didn't know how the ponce stood up on his own two legs.
"You can't speak to my best mate like that, he's better than you, you bloody git!"
Startled, though he did not show it, Harry glanced to Dan's left to see Ronald Weasley, Dan's very own human lap-dog. Ron followed him around everywhere, never even thinking twice about it. Ron acts like he's the-boy-who-lived himself, copying Dan, who acted like the second-coming of Merlin.
One day I've got to brew a potion that slows down metabolism for Ron, if he's going to act like him, might as well look the part!
Harry snickered at the thought, drawing attention from the lumbering idiots in front of him, "What are you laughing at Potter?"
"Nothing, Combane, just thinking of how you could possibly end up in Gryffindor. I mean, you're not brave, and you don't have courage, so how could you possibly be in the house of the brave and courageous?"
With every word that came out of his mouth, he could see Dan sporting a nice shade of Weasley red on his face, "How dare you Half-Blood! INCENDIO!"
Harry braced for impact, only to be picked up, and carried out of the line of fire, literally. Opening his eyes, he was met with the sight of the Terror Twins of Gryffindor tower, running down the hall. They looked amused at his situation, and smiled at him, a gesture which he returned.
"That was a little close, don't you think, dear brother."
"Certainly, if we were even a second to late, we might have a crispy Harry on our hands."
"I don't think Emett would have liked that, Harry, she may as well have killed you herself."
"Yes, that is very true Gred."
"Why thank you Forge."
Harry looked around, to the best of his ability while being carried, and found that Emett wasn't in fact there with them, "Where is Emett, I thought she would have been a part of this rescue mission?"
Without even stopping or glancing down, they answered simultaneously, "She's at the Black Lake, waiting for us!"
"So that would explain why we passed the Great Hall?"
"Yes, Mr. Potter!" Fred chirped. George just nodded like that of a bobble-head. Harry sighed, what would he ever do without them. A few minutes later, he found himself and the Twins at the Black Lake, as they looked around for their fourth person in the Quad.
"I thought you would never show up!" Jumping, Harry turned around to find himself staring into aqua eyes, "And I see Fred still screams like a girl!"
"I do not!" He yelled indignantly.
"Keep telling yourself that, maybe you'll believe it!" High-fiving George, she sat down at our usual secluded hang-out spot, and all of us sat in peaceful silence, just looking at the Black lake's waves. An owl chirped nearby, and after a couple of minutes, lanterns in the Great Hall dimmed, signifying lights out, not that we cared. Harry stared at the only girl in the group, the only one he considered a sister.
Bright Aqua eyes was her key feature, along with the Dark-chocolate hair that goes to her thighs. She was skinny, but had a healthy build, with slightly toned muscles. Her, ahem, "Womanly Parts", are very well developed, very. Dainty hands, heart-shaped face, slim eyebrows, tan skin, not to mention that cute button nose she has. It's no wonder Dan keeps asking her out, not that she said yes, which only makes Ginny Weasley go into a rant of why she should be honored.
Emett turned to Harry after a while, "So what exactly happened that got you sent to the Hospital wing?"
Harry looked at her, and Bright Aqua eyes met Avada-Kedavra Green, "Failed charm."
She nodded her head, "Ah. Were there any side-effects?" Harry looked at his closest friends, "None so far."
Fred grinned, "Five galleons says he mutates!"
"Five galleons says he gets a cool new power, dear brother of mine."
"You're on!"
The two others laughed at their antics, "With my luck, I bet somethings going to happen."
Emett smirked at him, "Nothing bad with us around, I hope."
This is how it went for the rest of the night, each of them enjoying each other's company, and Harry presenting his idea on a prank for the twins' brother. They agreed happily, promising to have it done by next week, by the time Beauxbatons and Durmstrang arrived. They talked about the Tri-Wizard tournament, and what they would do with the money.
"I would probably enter to start up your joke shop with the money I win."
"Are you sure you would win Emett, I think the competition would be too much for are dear, fourth year, princess," George remarked, grinning ear to ear. That smile was soon gone with a hefty punch to the side of his arm, curtesy of said princess, "Sod off, George, besides, how would I enter? I'm just fifteen!"
"Aging potion?"
"That won't work either Fred!"
Harry listened to their arguing, and felt an odd tingle in his gut, that soon spread to the rest of his body. He paid no mind to it, until the word incrementum started flashing across his vision.
"Harry, are you alright?" He jumped at the sound of Fred's voice, then blinked.
"Y-yeah I'm okay."
Fred looked skeptical, but nodded, "If you're sure."
Harry just nodded again, not wanting to talk about it, yet. Why did that happen? What did that word mean? What's wrong with hi-
"Hey guys, look, the little princess of Gryffindor has fallen asleep," He looked over to see that she was asleep, the moonlight shining off her face, giving her an innocent look. He smiled, all three of them cooing over her. Harry was so busy having fun with his little family, he didn't notice the fact that he had grown about four extra inches in the last thirty minutes.
