This is not my chappie but the next is.:)

Disclaimer: not mine and never will be.


Number four had always been the speck of abnormally on the uniform road of Privet Drive. The father, a large beefy man, was always talking too loudly about things that he wanted others to hear, and too quietly about the things that others were not supposed to hear, but everyone always assumed this meant those things were far more interesting than his new car or state-of-the-art Television set. The mother was a rather toothpick like women who seemed to like other people's business a little too much, and she never seemed to get the hint that people liked their private lives exactly that, private. The older boy was as large as his father and seemed to take pleasure in the neighborhood kids' pain and everyone knew he had his parents wrapped around his chubby fingers. The last occupant of the house was of course the most peculiar; strange things seemed to happen to him unexpectedly, but by now it was just passed off as some of that Potter boy's course it was even weirder when the limo showed up.

"Oi, boy! Get down here!" Harry sighed. He was having such a great dream about Ginny too, but of course he had to listen to his uncle. He snuggled deeper into the blankets of his bed for a couple moments longer. It was summer and Saturday, surely his Uncle could allow a few minutes longer?

Alas, that question was answered by a sound like a thunderstorm as Vernon Dursley made his way up the stairs, in a suit for some odd reason. The door flew open with a loud bang, bringing with it all the light from the hall way, and there surprising was a lot of it for six am.

"I said get up boy!"Harry sat up and tried to glare at his uncle through his black locks and green eyes that couldn't see more than two feet in front of his.

"What goin on?" he managed to get out through his still sleeping Dursley suddenly appeared behind her much larger husband in a sickly pink cocktail dress.

"We're having guests in an hour," she informed him.

"Mkay, I won't make a sound," Harry said as he let his head fall back down on the leaned over and hit the light switch.

"Get up and put this on," she laid one off Dudley's old suits on the back of his desk chair.

"And for heaven's sake do something about that hair!"

The teen's muddled mind registered briefly that he had to get up and get dressed mechanically as he registered that his Aunt and Uncle had left, shutting the door behind them. A slight smile made its way across his face when he heard his cousin being woken just as abruptly as he, but, admittedly, the big oaf's parents were a bit nicer in their rude awakening with their son than with Harry.

After changing while he listened to Dudley's outraged whining at being woken up at such an ungodly hour, he made his way to the mirror and took in the appearance of him a black tux that was definitely a couple sizes too big.

He gave up and just headed down stairs after trying for a solid ten minutes to flatten his hair. Harry ignored the huff his aunt gave him as he showed her his bedraggled appearance. Maybe she would decide he didn't have to be here if he didn't look presentable. Then a though suddenly struck him. Why the bloody hell was he down here?

"Erm, Aunt Petunia," The teen hesitated as she stopped wiping down the already spotless counter to look up at him.

"Who's coming?"

"Don't ask questions!" She snapped and immediately went back to her shrugged and pulled about the fixings for cereal before Dudley came down and rudely took them. Resining himself to a hungry morning, Harry put his elbow on the table and leaned into it, attempting to catch a few more minutes of sleep.

"Boys, in less than ten minutes your Aunt, Uncle, and cousins will be showing up. I expect everyone on their best behavior," he Petunia gave a long look at Harry here who decided to make an interruption.

"We have more relatives?"

"Yes," Petunia said stiffly and Harry briefly remembered questions weren't allowed.

"I though Marge, um Aunt Marge and Uncle Vernon didn't have any siblings."

"They don't," the tight lipped women replied. "My brother is coming."Harry's mouth fell open while Dudley continued to eat the entire box of cereal.

"Close your mouth, boy! This is the first time I've heard from Cozuma in years and I expect to make a good impression on him, understand?"Ten minutes passed way too soon in Harry's less than professional opinion. It seemed as soon as he was finally able to fall asleep on his closed fist the doorbell was ringing.

"I'll get it," Petunia said and practically sprinted out of the kitchen dragging Dudley with her and hissing at her nephew to clean up the mess in the carefully cleaned up Dudley's mess as he heard loud voices from the hallway, but couldn't make out what they said. Well, that was fine with him, he decided as he plopped into a chair. Who wanted to participate in a conversation at seven in the morning?"Harry, dear," he heard a sugary voice yell that he didn't recognize.

"You simply must come see us! I haven't seen you since you were a baby!"Harry decided he should probably do what the voice was telling, so he pushed out of the chair unwillingly and headed towards the sitting room where the Dursleys and the other family had situated themselves.

A strange site met him. The woman that called him was very pretty and had long white hair that was tied up in a neat bun with red eyes that matched her nearly skintight shimmering dress perfectly. The moment she saw him she turned from hugging Dudley to squeezing the life out of him.

"Oh my gosh Harry, you've grown so much," here she let go a little, thankfully letting Harry breath, and turned him towards a tall stern faced man with short dark hair dark eyes. His suit just screamed stuck up rich person in a way that only a true stuck up rich person cloths could.

"Look Cozuma! Hasn't he grown so much?" Here she went back to squeezing the life out of him "Oh and you look just like your father did! Before he died I mean dear! You wear glasses just like him too? Oh that's just adorable! I only met him a few times, but he seemed so kind-"

"Mother!" A boy stepped over and put a hand on his mother's shoulder. He was tall like his father and had to be a few years older than Harry. His eyes were just like his moms and his hair was the same snow white even if it was a bit longer than his fathers. His suit looked pristine and crisp

"You're going to kill him," he said with a woman pulled back a bit and looked at Harry's startled expression.

"So sorry dear!" She pulled away from the hug.

"OH, how silly of me, last time we saw each other you barley reached my knee! You must not remember me! I'm your Aunt Maylin! This is your Uncle Cozuma, and your cousins, Wes." She gestured to each in turn. The tall man turned out to be his uncle while the older boy appeared to be his cousin Wes. "and So- Oh and where is your brother Wes? I thought he said he was right behind us on that motorcycle of his."

The boy shrugged smiling at Harry and holding out his hand. Harry took it and shook. The light haired boy seemed like a nice guy. He could only laugh as Dudley squeezed in between his parents on one of the sofas while the family looked lost at what to do.

"You let your son ride a motorcycle?" Petunia asked, seemingly took that as his queue to get out of the spotlight and moved to an armchair while Wes and his mother took the couch opposite the Dursleys. Cozuma remained standing.

"My youngest ran away three years ago and enrolled himself into a school that runs all year round. He pays for his own housing and is completely cut off from this family. I have absolutely no control over what he does and does not do. I honestly don't know why he's coming."

"Oh Cozuma!" his wife scolded, and then she turned to the Dursley's and Harry with a large smile.

"Souly was accepted to a school we didn't think was best for him, but he wanted to try it out, so, unfortunately, he left three years ago. Fortunetly for us, his school sends the children out to different places for a couple days at a time and he just happens to be here around the same time as Wes's concert! Isn't that just so lucky?"The dark haired man snorted, and Vernon cut in.

"They just let kids run around? Seems unorganized to me!"

"Oh, Vernon!" Maylin squealed as if they were such good friends and hung out every morning with each other.

"As if we don't know that you send our nephew to a school with a bunch of magic users!"Vernon visibly jumped at that while his wife looked to see if any of the widows were open and their son looked a bit fearful, but the cheerful woman seemed to not realize what she had said had any effect on anyone.

"Soul has magic blood in him," she stage whispered as if telling them a secret. Then she directed her words at the boy with the lightning scar who was looking pale.

"Although, I've heard it's not like yours Harry dear. To be frank I don't understand much of it." She giggled a bit.

"Yes well," Petunia trailed off not knowing how to respond and tell the woman that she didn't want another magic user in her house. "Why don't you go make some tea?"

She seemed to decide that getting the current magic user out of the room was the best bet and Harry couldn't blame her so he quickly got up to start a the dark haired boy returned with a steaming pot of tea and enough cups for all of them it seemed that the conversation had shifted and there was lovely music drifting in from the room that everyone was in, and Wes was playing a violin. Harry simply put the tray on the coffee table and sat back down to listen. As soon as he sat down the doorbell was heard."Oh," Wes said excitedly as he stopped playing.

"That must be Soul! I'll get the door!" He quickly put the violin down and practically ran out the door into the hall.

"Geesh, no hugging, Wes. Not cool," a boy said walking into the room. He was his brother in miniature, seeming to be Harry's age. The eyes and the hair matching exactly the only difference being that his suit was in disarray. His red tie was loose, his jacket was full of wrinkles, and the first few buttons of his shirt were undone. He was followed by his brother who looked a little disappointed at the less than happy reunion.

"Don't speak to your brother that way," The man growled out at his youngest.

"Sure thing, Pop," he said lazily while flashing a sarcastic smile, clearly showing a moth of dazzling pointed teeth while plopping himself down of one of the arm of the corner of Harry's eye he could see Aunt Petunia eyeing Soul unkindly.

"I'm so sorry to intrude," a girl with blond hair in pigtails said as she followed Wes into the room.

"Soul's motorcycle is our only transportation here and he didn't have time to bring me back to the hotel." She stood behind the white haired boy's chair. Her black dress was nice and she looked a lot tidier than her friend. She smiled politely.

"I'm Maka Albarn."

"You don't have to lie for me Maka, they can probably see that I dragged you here." Soul said lazily.

"It's not my fault you can't face your family on your own," she hissed at him, her green eyes glaring daggers.

"Oh," he said lazily looking up at her."When was the last time you had a conversation with your dad without me? Hypocrites aren't cool, Maka."

"Oh, you must be the girl that is partners with Soul at the school of his! It's so nice to meet you! I'm Soul's mother!" The woman interrupted looked up from glaring at her partner and looked over at the woman smiling at her and smiled a little back.

"It's nice to meet you too Mrs. Evans."

"I'm Soul's father." The man walk towards the girl to shake her hand and she held it in a surprisingly strong grip. "And you've already met Wes. These are Soul's Aunt, Uncle, and cousins: Petunia, Vernon, and Dudley Dursley and Harry Potter."

"It's very nice to meet all of you," Maka said with a smile as she let go of the man's doorbell rang again before any more polite conversation could be made.

"Who could that be?" Maylin wondered out loud.

"Were you expecting anyone else, dear?" She asked Petunia who also looked genuinely confused about the doorbell.

"No, but I'll just go see who it is." Petunia pried herself out of the space between her son and the arm of the chair with surprisingly little effort and went out into the hallway while the room filled with an awkward silence seemed to be broken by the door slamming open before the woman had reached it.

"Black*star, I don't think they want us barging into their house," a timid male voice came timidly from the hall.A loud booming voice answered her and it seemed to be getting closer.

"Relax, Kidd! I'm practically a God! I can do what I want, right Tsubaki?"

Maka's pale face was the only warning they had that this was not good. Of course Soul didn't see it because he was laughing so hard.

A.N. I think this is going to remain a One-Shot for now, but it might get added to later. It's been sitting on my computer being slowly added to for a little over three months, so I made the executive decision that I should post it. I own nothing but some of the names. Ta ta for now!