Disclaimer i do not have the intellectual capacity to come up with such magical characters and places as the amazing one and only J. so i apologetic for adopting them for the purpose of this fan fiction. As is the habit with almost all of my previous fan fictions this will contain vast large amounts of gay sex ( slash) and occasional spelling mistakes i thank you for taking you time to read this and implore you to review my work. H96.

i know harrys a bit young in POA but it my favriote story and the only way i can right the scenes i want to with the charecters i like. i did try making him older but it just didn't work as well.

also to make this a hundred percent clear this will contain Slash Slash Slashedy Slash ! so i you don't like it dont read!1

Harry potter was 13

he was about to begin his third year at Hogwarts School for witchcraft and wizardry. Every one knew who he was. They knew he was the one who survived he who must not be named. They all whispered about his parents death and him being an orphan. Practically all the student knew how in his first year he had fought alongside his friends to stop he who must not be named from returning. Half the wizarding world knew that only a few weeks ago he had saved the youngest Weasly from certain death found the chamber of secretes fought the F**king Basilisk and had once again stopped Voldermort from entering the world once more.

But know he was locked up band from even mentioning the M word (magic) in front of his aunt and uncle. He wasn't even aloud to do his home work for fear of being thrashed within an inch of his life. Although he had managed to hide a copy of A History Of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot a few rolls of parchment ink and quills. under a lose floor board that Dudley used to use to hide money he had stole off the neighbour kids.

Harry sighed crunching up the parchment after realising once again that he really did not care why burning mediaeval witches and wizards was pointless. He sighed and put the crumbled parchment into a hole in the dry wall where he hid all his arcane waste from the Dursley's. He went and lay on his bed with his arms behind his head. He lay their in a state thinking wondering about a host of things. The top item on his brain that night was sex. since he had returned from Hogwarts all he had heard Dudley talk about was this mysterious topic. Harry Had heard the word used by some of the students at Hogwarts but he never bothered thinking about it in till Dudley started to mention it. It was a rare thing when a word was used in both the muggle and wizarding worlds. He made a note to his self to have a look in Flourish and Blotts when he was next in Diagon Ally. He lay his head down on the pillow and allowed him self to fall into to a long dream filled with memory of his Aunt Marge and he flea bitten mutt terrorising him.

It was 4 am when Harry sat bolt upright in his be remembering the time when he had run all the way into to Little Whinging high street just to get away from that mutt. He sighed both inwardly and outwardly remembering that today was the day that over wait pustule of a muggle. Another thing that word that had been confusing Harry was the word Faggot His Aunt Marge and Dudley had used the word numerous time over the years It was about the only time Harry's Aunt Petunia ever told Dudley off so he knew it must be a terrible thing to say. Harry had heard the word used as a insult at Hogwarts many time mainly by the Slythrins they uttered the word with even more hatred than they did when they called people mud bloods. Again Harry was confused as he had looked it up over the dictionary in both the school library and the one he had found in his room when Dudley had first moved. The only thing that he had found when he looked in both dictionary and discovered that a Faggot in fact was just a ball of minced meat and herbs in gravy. So why was it such a rude word?

He turned his head and picked up a small portable radio and head phones that he had found down the back of his chest of draws a few weeks ago. He put in the ear phones turned the volume down so it was still barley a whisper and sat in bed listening to the reports of the raving muggle gun man Sirius Black. Whom it seemed had killed a bunch of other muggles. it seems that Black had escaped form his prison (which hadn't been named for some reason) and was now running round England armed and dangerous.

Harry sighed before putting the radio back behind onto his side board and turned onto his side drifting back into a few hours sleep. By doing this Harry missed the fact that the small dials had lit up a gold colour and were now flitting between frequency's and from the head phones came the small panicked voice of a Wizard.

"Once again we urge the magical community to raise wards around their homes to protect against the horror that is Sirius Black known Death Eater and Servant to he who must not be named. If you see black do not intersect him do not acknowledge him but contact the ministry right away. The minister for magic has issued a statement that can be read in tomorrows isue of the Daily Prophet and the Quibler."...

The speaker continued for a while before tuning out and the glow that had been surrounding the radio subsided. and Harry slept in darkness once more.

By the end of the evening Harry regretted he had ever gotten out of bed that day. As he had

a) blown up his Aunt Marge for being a tiranical manipulative bitch

b) left the nearest thing he could have to a home apart from Hogwarts

c) been chased by a feral black dog

d)taken the worst bus drive to London ever!

and finally

e) he was now sat in front of the Minister for fucking Magic in the back room of a run down pub in London about to be kicked out of school for using under age and dangerous magic.

He starred into the the friendly dark brown eyes of the Minster not sure what to do. Sure he'd been nice enough no yelling or screaming / having Harry dragged off to a dark prison somewhere. But behind those kind eyes there lay a white wash of worry and even fear. The minister kept turning his hat in his hands scrunching up its rim and twisting it leaving it all mall formed.

Minister Told Harry that his Aunt had be "punctured" and that she had had her memory's wiped of the event. And even that His aunt and his uncle would be expecting him at the end of the school year but for the the last 3 and a bit weeks of the summer holidays. The Minister insisted that harry swore to him that Harry would not enter the muggle world at all as it was to dangerous.

So Harry Woke the next day with the sun streaming into his room above the bar. He smiled as he looked at the vendors setting up their stalls getting ready for the day ahead. He marvelled at the view he held on one side he had the clammy dullness of the muggle world full of busy commuters on their way to work holding there brief cases and umbrellas. He then looked threw the other window where the sun was rising over Gringotts and as the sun rose the magical balls of flames extinguished themselves. Instead of the busy commuters Diagon ally had Witches and wizards appearing and disappearing in side ally's before heading up to peruse the shops that were know magic opening up. Harry loved how magic could make things so much easier He saw the owner of the enchanted goods store just flick his wand and the doors opened all his where polished and cleaned themselves and a broom swept the dust from the store into the street.

He shoot up and rifled through his draws seeing that he had not got any clothes that were not muggle or school related. So he bent down and pulled his T-shirt off showing off his flat chest if not slightly bonny chest he looked at him self in the floor length mirror running his hands over his pale torso he picked out a travelling cloak that had been a gift from the Weasly last Christmas and a set of jeans with a plain blue t shirt that had once belonged to Dudley so naturally it hung down to his knees like a skirt and made him look like a complete idiot. Trying in vane to flatten down his hair harry pulled on some shoes and headed down stairs but not before slipping his wand into a hidden sleeve inside his travelling cloak before he left the room closing the door quietly behind him.

Harry spent the next few hours shopping n Diagon ally harry was shattered so he pulled up a seat out side Florean Fortescue's ice cream parlour . Where splashed out 2 scicles and a knut for a massive chocolate Sunday and a prawn and avocado sandwich. He sat looking over the books he had brought and the sweets he had acquired when a soft yet strong voice said from behind him.

"Hey"

Harry turned and saw a familer face. the boy was a bit taller than harry his hair was shorter and maintained to almost perfection. his eyes were dazzling brown and his face was smooth and blemish free un like most of the older boys at Hogwarts. Harry could barley stop his eyes from staring at the boys perfect rosy lips. Harry shook his head slightly and returned the greeting

"Your harry right" The older boy said

"Yes that is me". Harry said groaning inwardly this was the only draw back to being in the wizarding world. Every one new about him and his past before he could say any thing else the older boy said.

" cool i'm Cedric." Cedric said smiling before continuing "i saw you play last year it was amazing up in till the match got pulled and every thing. i saw you at some of your practise the were amazing looks like your used to having a broom in-between your legs" Smiling even more at the last part although harry had no idea what was so funny. Harry smiled back at least Cedric was talking his language no one else would have spoken to him like this they'd be all up in his face asking about his scar his parents did he rember it.

"Do you want a seat?" Harry asked Cedric nonchalantly. Cedric beamed as he sat in the chair across from Harry. Harry smiled at Cedric passing a spoon motioning at Sunday in front of him and said "Join me?"

"Of course who am i to turn down Florean's finest?" Cedric joked taking the spoon and taking a some of the whipped cream off the top of the sunday smiling before taking another spoonful.

"About halfway down the sunday both of the boys were in hysterics both having covered them selves in the better part of the ice cream. they'd spent the last five minutes recounting funny tales of people they knew from the magical community. Cedric had just told a hilarious story about His father the minister for magic and hexed book that had caused half the ministry to talk like they were singing. When they'd finished he sunday harry went to pay Florean for his delicious meal but Florean was having none of it as apparently his mum and dad had gone there together for the better part of 20 years and before they had passed they'd had struck up a good friend ship with Florean so he refused to take a single knut.

So Harry spent the rest of the day hanging out with Cedric in till the sun began to set over the the shops in Diagon when harry remembered his promise to the Minister.

"Thanks for today Ced maybe we could do it again?" Harry said as the walked back over to the leaky coldrun. Harry started the climb to his with Cedric hot on his heals when the got there Cedric asked.

"hey i know its a bit cheeky but could i use your fire place as the downstairs one is a bit crowded?"

"Yer of course you can Ced go right a head."

Cedric strode passed Harry toward the fire places brushing hands as he went. He smiled his million galion smile as he looked down into the fire place taking out a pouch of floo power saying as he did so.

"Same time same place Tuesday?" Harry nodded and Cedric vanished in a roar of emerald green flames.

Harry sat down hevaly on the edge of his bed breathing in quick shallow breaths. He ran his hand over his stomach recognising the feelings some of the older students had talked about. The feeling of newts in your belly meant you'd fallen in love. Harry heart began to race again as he remembered the slight contact that had made this realisation come around. One brush of their hands and Harry new he was in love with Cedric Diggory.

Harry pulled his self under the lush silken warm hand sewn duvets that had been supplied especially for him by Madam Malkin. He smiled before closing his eyes and letting the exhaustion of the day wash over him and he entered the sweet world of dreams