Veela? Me?!
Harry Potter, Harry Potter. Harry, Harry Potter! Is not mine! So let me cry in peace!!! It all belongs to J.K. Rowling! Why did you make me say that! YOUR SO CRULE!!
This is yaoi or guy on guy so if you don't like then why did you look it up! Don't blame me!
Chapter One
What's with everyone!
Harry Potter walked down Privet Drive with a slight jump in his step, because for the first time ever he was NOT going to have to spend his birthday with the Dursleys. No, not this year. This year Harry had formed a plan, and if he could say so himself it was a fantastic plan!
He would tell his aunt Petunia that there was a new neighbor. Moreover, being the goody-good-no-nonsense people the Dursleys were, they would go and introduce themselves, have a quick friendly conversation –mostly centered around themselves- and never go see them again.
Like they had all the other times Harry had ever seen a new person move into Privet Drive, though this time, it was a lie of course but— he couldn't see why that would matter.
So while they were gone Harry –having all ready packed his thing the week pervious- would make a break for a nice corner where he could hail the Night Bus. From there take the Night Bus to the Leaky Calderon, spend a night there, then make a stop at Gringotts then toward Diagon Alley and buy himself some new –desperately needed- clothing, books, birthday presents- one for every year he did not get one -, and ect.
Then he would use flu to get to the Weasley's -though he hadn't quite told them yet, but he figured he'd cross that road when he came to it- and spend his sixteenth birthday with people who actually care about him.
That was it. That was the plan. Not the fantastically exciting, action packed, love thriller people may want. Nevertheless, to Harry it was pretty damn good.
The Gryffindor walked down the street, very aware of the muggles staring at him. All his life people had done that. They watch him with wide interested eyes, no attempt to go talk to him, they actually went out of their way not to touch him as if he was some kind of rare strange animal. To be honest it unnerved him just a little.
No one in the Wizarding world did that! They all accepted him almost instantly, and if Harry could say so –not like he minded- they had been a tad bit overly excited when he came to Hogwarts. Almost the complete opposite of the muggle world. Even so he had never got rid of the feeling he was being watched by everyone there.
Alright, he might be a bit shorter than most teens his age, yes maybe he did have thick messy raven black hair that centered around his head in a weird way, and sure he had pretty large green eyes and a ugly lighting scare placed on his forehead. However, was he really that different? Maybe he was just paranoid.
Shining emerald green eyes looked left to right scanning the area. No one was around. He walked quickly across the street to Helmort Lane, a Street far enough away from Privet Dr. that there was no way the Dursley's could find him.
This was it. Harry couldn't suppress the smile any longer; a large grin spread its way across his face.
He took out his wand, lightly wondering how purple uncle Vernon's face was at this moment. Harry did a small flick of his wrist and after a second, there was a tall triple-decker royal blue bus in front of him.
" 'Ello, welcome to the Night Bus my name is Stanley Sh— " A tall twenty something year old boy stood in the door way of the bus gaping down at the Gryffindor. " 'Arry! Well isn't this a surprise!" Stan said with a large smile planted on his face.
"Hey Stan." Harry looked up happily at the young man. Stan hadn't changed much since the last time he had ridden the Night Bus. His hay-blond hair still stuck to his head with grease somewhat like Snape's, his teeth were just as bad and rotted if not a little worse, but on a better note, his acne had more or less cleared up.
"I can't tell you 'ow great it is to see you! Come on get in." Stan beckoned Harry into the bus with a wide toothy grin. "Don't worry about that, I got it!" Stan said quickly, seeing Harry start to go for his luggage.
"Thanks Stan." Harry smiled at the young man. Stan looked wide-eyed at him for a second turning a light shade of pink before dashing to get the raven's things.
Bewildered, Harry got into the bus, and walked over to one of the beds and sat down. When Stan had finished putting Harry's things away he walked over to the door where you could somewhat see the old man holding shakily to the wheel.
"Where did you want to go 'Arry?" Stan said in a slightly embarrassed way.
"Er…" Harry said slowly, wondering what he had done to make this sudden awkwardness. "The Leaky Caldron." He finished quietly.
" The Leaky Caldron Eirn." Stan said happily. With a sharp jerk, Harry fell off the rickety bed as the bus lurched forward. The older boy went to help him "You alright 'Arry?" Stan asked hold the smaller boy tightly to him.
"Yeah fine…" Harry murmured into the other mans chest, wondering why he hadn't let go yet.
With loud screech, the bus came to a complete stop sending Stan and Harry slamming into the front of the bus. Harry –cushioned by the older boy's body- looked up to see Stan's eyes were shut, his eyelids fluttering slightly. "Stan?" Harry whispered worriedly.
"Ah…" Stan grumbled reaching up holding the side of his head with one hand. "Ow, ow ow ow!" Stan muttered quietly.
Then He started to laugh, "Man this is like déjàvu, I can't tell you 'ow many times that's 'appened to me on my first couple of mouths 'ere." He smiled down at Harry who stumbled off him. "Well I guess this is your stop." Stan got up and helped the Gryffindor to his feet. Soon the bus attendant was back with Harry's things.
"'Arry." Stan said once Harry was completely off the bus, the raven turned to face him. "See you later," Stan whispered in a way that made a shiver run up Harry's spine. If it was good or bad Harry couldn't comprehend, he was way too confused as it was. Had Stan been flirting with him?! The Raven stared wide eyed at the bus till it was completely gone –which was only two, three second- What the hell is going on? Harry thought with a long glance down the road where the Night bus had just disappeared down.
"Ah, Mr. Potter?" Harry turned to see a tall man with dark brown hair that was tied stylishly into a pony tail, he had dark gray pointed eyes with thin long eye glasses plastered to the bridge on his nose. "I didn't think you'd be coming here, did you make reservations?" The man asked in a low bittersweet voice.
"No, are there any rooms available?" Harry asked in a small voice.
"Of Course!" The man said surprisingly loud, "No charge for you." He said in a surprisingly husky voice.
"No that's fine I have mone—"
"NO Charge!" The man insisted, gesturing for Harry to walk in front of him.
"Er… Thanks." Harry said as the man swiftly levitated the raven's bags and followed Harry through the door.
"Your room is on the third floor, room 342." The man whispered right next to Harry's ear. The Gryffindor jump back with a startled yelp, the tall man giggled quietly and he continued up the stairs. Harry looked at him for a second.
Is that normal?! He asked himself then slowly followed the older man up the crooked stairs keeping a careful eye on him. There was a couple seconds of silence before the man spoke up. "My name is Herron, Flinton Herron. By the way." Flinton glanced back at Harry with a seductive smile. Harry nodded slowly his lips forming a small frown while his eyebrows met at the base of his forehead.
"Yeah, I'm Harry." He said unsure if he should mention his name, seeing as Flinton clearly already knew who he was. Flinton nodded the smile never left his lips. Soon they reached a large gray door with the numbers 342 carved into the headboard.
"Here you are."Flinton said opening the door and sending Harry's luggage into the musky room. The taller man bent his head down until he was eye level with Harry. "Come get me if you need anything." Flinton whispered lustfully, and then he took in a large very noticeable inhale of Harry's scent, stood up straight, and strode down the hall. Leaving poor Harry gaping in his wake. DID HE JUST SMELL ME!!! Harry felt like screaming but decided against it, instead walking tiredly into his room.
The next morning Harry woke up early, changed, and showered. He walked down stairs to check out and noticed with a grateful sigh Flinton was somewhere else. Stopping off at Gringotts Harry could help but notice the overly friendly people opening doors for him, telling how sexy he looked in what clothes he had been trying on, offering to buy him ice-cream, one even offered to buy all Harry's school books for him. In addition, by the time it was time to go to the Weasley's, Harry couldn't have been happier.
With an exaggerated sigh –which some people who had been passing by stopped to ask him what was wrong- Harry stepped into the fireplace throwing down the flu power and cleared his throat then said "The Burrow," and vanished in a green flame.
Pop! Harry came crashing into the Weasley's living room. "What? What was that!" Molly Weasley came rushing into the living room. "Harry!" She gasped running over to him. "Dear, what are you doing here?" She asked helping him up, then she started to quickly dust him off.
"I wanted to come celebrate my birthday over here with you guys." Harry said sheepishly sending an adorable puppy dogface in Molly's direction. Molly stood wide-eyed for a moment, causing Harry to start to regret his actions. Sooner than he finished the thought, he was smashed into a bear hug.
"Harry! You are really too cute!" Molly squealed then set him down."The boys aren't here right now, so me and Hermione—"
"Hermione's here?" Harry cut in earning a glare from Mrs. Weasley. "Sorry," he mumbled.
"Yes, she's up stairs helping cleaning the library. Like I was about the say, Hermione and I have been cleaning the house." Molly said simply, waving her finger at him in a 'If you hadn't interrupted me you would've know that already' sort of way.
"I think I'll go help her then," Harry smiled at her, "It's really good you see you, Mrs. Weasley." He said hugging her quickly then running up the stairs to find Hermione, leaving Molly to blush and mumble to herself how Harry was 'really too cute for his own good' and 'I really can't be mad at him for more than two seconds.'
Harry found Hermione's bushy brown hair almost instantly among the books scattered everywhere, and she was apparently taking a small break to read a very long book about 'The History of Nomes'. "Hey Hermione!" Harry said loudly causing the girl throw up her book in surprise.
"Harry?!" She yelled running over to him and scoping him up in a big hug. "It's so great to see you!" She squealed happily.
"Yeah it's good to see you, too." He smiled spitting out some of the bushy brown hair that he accidentally got in his mouth on impact.
She took a step back looking at him carefully. "You look a bit different…" She examined quickly.
"Different?" Harry asked trying to look at himself.
"Yes," she paused. "More…" Hermione trailed off looking at him more carefully.
"Maybe that's why those people were acting so strange…" Harry mumbled to himself.
"People? Harry what people?" She asked worried.
"Oh, just some random people. No one I really knew. Except Stan Shunpike, it was very weird..." Harry said awkwardly.
"Hmm…" She hummed to herself. There were a couple minutes of silence before she gasped. "Harry! Do you know if anyone of your parents were part mystical creature?" She asked suddenly.
"What are you talking abou—"
"I read a book about this sort of thing once! I think you might be inheriting some sort of magical creature for you sixteenth birthday!" Hermione exclaimed excitedly.
"'Mione that's imposi—"
"Just think about it Harry it all makes sense now! Why didn't I see this before!" She ran around the cluttered room searching for something.
"Hermione how does it all make sense now? You're not making any sense at all!" Harry tried to say she pushed a book into his hand.
"Here," She stated happily.
"What?" Harry asked.
"This is the book! It talks all about any number of mystical creature you could be!" She smiled happily at him.
"Hermione I don't think I will need this." Harry answered trying to give it back to her.
"We'll just see! By tomorrow I bet you that you will inherit your full power!" She squealed and hugged Harry again.
"We will-"
"Take that bet." Fred and George slid into the room smiling two identical grins. Harry turn to greet them "Hey you two!" He smiled up at them. Both Fred and George grins slid right off their faces as they stared at Harry. Hermione smirked and whispered into Harry's ear.
"It only gets stronger by the second! I wonder what it will be like tomorrow." With that, she left the room leaving Harry with the two jaw dropped twins.
"Harry." Fred and George said at the same time.
"Huh?" Harry asked looking back up at them. Suddenly the twin where on either side of Harry linking arms with the shorter boy. "Let's go," Fred started,
"down stairs." George finished. With that, they started to pull Harry toward the kitchen.
"Wait, what? Harry's here?" Harry could make out Ron sputter from inside the kitchen.
"Really where is he?" Ron asked. "Out," "Here" Fred and George said together, making no move to let Harry go. "Really!" Ron yelled soon he came running into the living room. He stopped dead in his tracts as soon as he saw Harry. "Why are you guys holding him like that?" Ron asked heatedly. Oh no, Harry thought, not Ron too!
"No reason." Fred and George sang together but griped Harry a bit tighter.
"Well then let go!" Ron said charging at them.
With a whoosh of air and a small yelp Fred lifted Harry up and cuddled him to his chest, and starting to run out of the room with Ron not too far behind.
"STOP THAT RIGHT THIS INSISTENT!" Molly screamed at them. Everyone froze immediately. "PUT HARRY DOWN! I WILL NOT HAVE HARRY KEEP AWAY IN THIS HOUSE!" She yelled and Fred slowly put Harry down and shortly George was right next to him and they said a short apology but stayed by Harry's side.
Ron came over shortly after, "Hey mate, sorry about that don't know what came over me." Ron smiled warmly, Harry noticed How he kept inching forward every few seconds so he was closer to the other boy.
"Dinner!" Molly Yelled Motherly. Fred and George pulled Harry towards the table and sat him in the middle of them.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRY!" They all congratulated him at the end of their meal.
"Thanks guys…"Harry said, clearly embarrassed. Everyone one around the table cooed at how cute Harry was. Leaving Harry feeling uncomfortable.
"Well off to bed! Harry dear you can sleep in Ron's roo—"
"Not Fair!" The twins said in unison.
"Okay, Harry you can sleep in the hmm… Where else can I put you?" She wondered aloud.
"I don't mind sleeping in the den." Harry supplied happily.
"Okay then all of you to your rooms! Harry I'll get you some nice pillows and spare blankets." She smiled at him. The twins came over and hugged Harry good night. Everyone started their way up the stairs.
"Hermione?" Harry called before she started up the stairs.
"Yeah?" she asked tiredly.
"What am I going to do if you're right?" He asked worried.
"Who knows. But I promise I'll help you along the way." She smiled at him. Harry went up and hugged her "Good night, 'Mione."He whispered.
In the morning Harry was awaken by light breathing. He turned to see if someone else was there only to find the all the males in the Weasley family positioned at his bedside. "GAH!" He screamed falling on to the floor.
"Good morning Harry!" They all said at once. Crap. Was Hermione right?
WOO! End of the first chapter! I'm so exitied about doing this story! And my beta has gone over this so I really hope there are no mistakes! Love you all! (I REALLY LOVE REVIEWS!)