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A/N: Okay this is very IMPORTANT! It would do you some good to read this before you start the story. Just in case you didn't catch on with the summary. Harry's parents, James and Lily, are alive and well. Sirius is alive, and NOT in prison. Sirius is single! Harry is the middle child with an older brother and a younger brother. Now, with that cleared up, let's start the story.
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I sat down in the stool next to Dean. Dean smiled drunkenly at me. "Whassit Harry?"
I shook my head. "Nothing Dean."
Dean tried to nod, but apparently he was too drunk as his head hit the booth we were sitting at. I smirk at Seamus who was on the other side of Dean, and also happened to be laughing his ass off.
"Nice fake ID's Seamus. Cant believe the muggles though we were 21!"
Seamus nodded and took another swing off beer.
Seamus and Dean. They were a bit immature, but they were my best friends. Dean and I had a lot in common. We both came from large families, and we were both the odd one of these families. And Seamus...was...well...Seamus.
Harry Potter. That was my name. Second son of James and Lily Potter, who happened to be very well respected aurors, supporters of Dumbledore, and members of the Order of the Phoenix. Then there was my older brother, who was off training to be an auror in Australia. Trent, was his name, he was tall, almost as tall as dad at 5'11. And he was burly, or muscular, whatever you want to call it. He had mom's red hair and dad's blue eyes. He was also Head boy and a prefect at Hogwarts in his year.
Then there was Blake, who was my little brother. Though, sadly, I could no longer call him little brother, as he was taller than me! Can you believe it! It stunk being the shrimp of the family. Anyways Blake had a lighter shade of my dad's hair and hazel eyes. And Blake was the prankster of the family standing at 5'6. He was going to be a third year after summer.
And then there was me. Harry Potter, a nobody really. Best friend of Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan. I stood at a bare minimum of 5'4. And I considered myself lean. Though my mom insisted I was 'too skinny.' I apparently looked like my father with my mothers eyes. Well, goody for me!
Anyways back to the situation at hand. Dean, Seamus and I had all sunk out of our houses at 11, (Can you believe I had a curfew of 10! I was going to be 15 for peeps sake) and used Seamus's fake ID's to sneak into a muggle bar/club, whatever in London.
I don't really think we're bad kids or anything, it's just that we wanted to feel alive I guess.
And I suppose you are wondering how we got here if we couldn't use magic during the summer right? Well...I actually 'burrowed' my dad's car, and I drove us here! I mean, come on, I was only 14! This was so awesome!
Apparently, however Seamus and Dean got drunk. And now I was going to have to drive them home soon. As a matter of fact, it is 1; we should probably be getting back.
"Hey cutsie!"
I turned around to look into the face, or, err, breasts of a muggle college chick. "Hey," I managed to choke out.
"Well, aren't you a cutie!" she said while smiling predatorily. She grabbed my hand, and before I knew it I was grinding with her. And me, being me, got caught up in the moment. A while later, I deciding to look at the clock. HOLY FUCKING SHIT! It was 3 already. I have to get home.
I managed to squeeze my way off the dance floor. God it felt like hands were grabbing me everywhere. But, eventually I got out.
I found Dean and Seamus drunkenly talking to a stool. I shook my head and somehow managed to get them into my, err, my dad's car.
About half an hour later, I actually managed to get Dean and Seamus into their house safe and sound, leaving muggle pain killers in there room, for the hangover that would surely come tomorrow.
I jumped back into the car and drove it to my house. After parking the car, I ran to the door. After calming down, and reached under the doormat to grab the extra key that took me into the house.
I turned to key in the hole, and opened the door, only to come face to face with a very pissed off, worried as hell father, that went by the name of James Potter.
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A/N: BUHAHAHAHA! Evil cliffhanger, I know. Anyways, review with questions and comments thanks!
A/N: Okay this is very IMPORTANT! It would do you some good to read this before you start the story. Just in case you didn't catch on with the summary. Harry's parents, James and Lily, are alive and well. Sirius is alive, and NOT in prison. Sirius is single! Harry is the middle child with an older brother and a younger brother. Now, with that cleared up, let's start the story.
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I sat down in the stool next to Dean. Dean smiled drunkenly at me. "Whassit Harry?"
I shook my head. "Nothing Dean."
Dean tried to nod, but apparently he was too drunk as his head hit the booth we were sitting at. I smirk at Seamus who was on the other side of Dean, and also happened to be laughing his ass off.
"Nice fake ID's Seamus. Cant believe the muggles though we were 21!"
Seamus nodded and took another swing off beer.
Seamus and Dean. They were a bit immature, but they were my best friends. Dean and I had a lot in common. We both came from large families, and we were both the odd one of these families. And Seamus...was...well...Seamus.
Harry Potter. That was my name. Second son of James and Lily Potter, who happened to be very well respected aurors, supporters of Dumbledore, and members of the Order of the Phoenix. Then there was my older brother, who was off training to be an auror in Australia. Trent, was his name, he was tall, almost as tall as dad at 5'11. And he was burly, or muscular, whatever you want to call it. He had mom's red hair and dad's blue eyes. He was also Head boy and a prefect at Hogwarts in his year.
Then there was Blake, who was my little brother. Though, sadly, I could no longer call him little brother, as he was taller than me! Can you believe it! It stunk being the shrimp of the family. Anyways Blake had a lighter shade of my dad's hair and hazel eyes. And Blake was the prankster of the family standing at 5'6. He was going to be a third year after summer.
And then there was me. Harry Potter, a nobody really. Best friend of Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan. I stood at a bare minimum of 5'4. And I considered myself lean. Though my mom insisted I was 'too skinny.' I apparently looked like my father with my mothers eyes. Well, goody for me!
Anyways back to the situation at hand. Dean, Seamus and I had all sunk out of our houses at 11, (Can you believe I had a curfew of 10! I was going to be 15 for peeps sake) and used Seamus's fake ID's to sneak into a muggle bar/club, whatever in London.
I don't really think we're bad kids or anything, it's just that we wanted to feel alive I guess.
And I suppose you are wondering how we got here if we couldn't use magic during the summer right? Well...I actually 'burrowed' my dad's car, and I drove us here! I mean, come on, I was only 14! This was so awesome!
Apparently, however Seamus and Dean got drunk. And now I was going to have to drive them home soon. As a matter of fact, it is 1; we should probably be getting back.
"Hey cutsie!"
I turned around to look into the face, or, err, breasts of a muggle college chick. "Hey," I managed to choke out.
"Well, aren't you a cutie!" she said while smiling predatorily. She grabbed my hand, and before I knew it I was grinding with her. And me, being me, got caught up in the moment. A while later, I deciding to look at the clock. HOLY FUCKING SHIT! It was 3 already. I have to get home.
I managed to squeeze my way off the dance floor. God it felt like hands were grabbing me everywhere. But, eventually I got out.
I found Dean and Seamus drunkenly talking to a stool. I shook my head and somehow managed to get them into my, err, my dad's car.
About half an hour later, I actually managed to get Dean and Seamus into their house safe and sound, leaving muggle pain killers in there room, for the hangover that would surely come tomorrow.
I jumped back into the car and drove it to my house. After parking the car, I ran to the door. After calming down, and reached under the doormat to grab the extra key that took me into the house.
I turned to key in the hole, and opened the door, only to come face to face with a very pissed off, worried as hell father, that went by the name of James Potter.
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A/N: BUHAHAHAHA! Evil cliffhanger, I know. Anyways, review with questions and comments thanks!