First off I'd like to say that I have never, ever, ever ever, ever ever ever . . . written a story that has been published or read on the internet. So frankly, I have no idea how this works. I had a dream and decided that I want to share it to the world on a mass scale. I'm like a virgin, it's my first time so please be gentle (whether or not I really am a virgin I refuse to tell you). Now to get on with the story that will likely end in disaster.

WARNING: there will be boyXboy in this story… whether I decide to go as far as the actual sex scenes is still unknown . . . also, there will probably be a lot of cursing and sexual talk . . . actually there is no doubt.

DISCLAIMER: I do not nor will I ever own harry potter. However in my dreams I do and it will stay that way until J.K Rowling realizes her mistake and sends me the rights to harry potter.

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Harry sat at his seat in the great hall trying to ignore the noise that was slowly giving him a major headache. He nervously tapped the table while starring at the food he was supposed to be eating. The thought of actually consuming the food made him feel sick to his stomach. Hermione glanced over at him.

"Harry is you alright? You don't look so good." She said in that nasally 'I know more than you' voice.

"What?" harry said with a start, ". . . Yeah, I'm fine." He said after plastering a fake smile on his face. Hermione didn't look that convinced.

"Are you sure? How did you sleep last night? You look kind of nervous, is it about the test in professor McGonagall's class? I told you, you should have studied more. I mean really how do you expect to pass if you always . . ."

"Hermione!" Harry said cutting her off mid-rant "I'm fine, really I am. I just have a lot on my mind that's all." She nodded her head and returned to the he textbook in her lap. She was so close to it you could have sworn her nose was fused to it, that is if she wasn't turning the pages every thirty seconds or so.

It always shocked Harry how easy it was to manipulate his friends. With a smile and a small lie they would believe everything he said. Usually he didn't lie to his friends, but it wasn't like he was telling the truth either. There was a lot about Harry that they, and the wizarding world as a whole, didn't know. Though Harry wasn't lying now, he really did have a lot on his mind. He knew that any minute now a letter would come flying in to tell him whether or not Susan was alright. On the outside he looked calm but inside he was a cesspool or worry. Suddenly the huge door to the great hall swung open, breaking Harry of his thoughts. A man came barging in that had mouths gaping in surprise.

The man was tall, at least 6'4" and lean. He had short blonde hair except for his bangs, which were dyed blue and fell messily over his right eye. Instead of wearing the normal robe that most wizards do he wore a pair of black leather pants and a bright red t-shirt. The pants where incredibly tight and ripped fashionably around the knees and upper thighs. His t-shirt was from a muggle store, with a black design that had crosses, skulls and multiple weapons embroidered on his chest. He also wore more jewelry than some thought possible. He had twenty necklaces of varying shapes, sizes and color. He wore bracelets on one arm up to his elbow and an armband across the bicep of his other arm. The man wore a different ring on each finger. Finally he had three piercings in his right ear, four in his left, snake bites on his lips and a single stud in his right eyebrow.

Eyes followed him warily as he strode over to the Gryffindor table. A few people reached for their wands as he came to a stop in front of an astonished Harry. However, nobody expected to hear what Harry said.

"Aaron! What the fuck are you doing here?" Jaws drop across the hall. Most were astonished that Harry knew this guy, they didn't even register that Harry cursed out loud, something he never did.

"Well, I was just in town so I decided to drop by." He said in a calm deep voice. He casually grabbed a cigarette pack. After pulling one out for himself he offered one to Harry, who waved it away.

"No, really, I'm being serious. What are you doing here?" Harry growled while starring him down. The guy, Aaron, shrugged in a completely uncaring way before pushing Ron (who at this point was staring at him like he was an alien) over to sit down.

"Dude," he said in Ron's direction "wipe your mouth." Ron scrambled to grab a napkin to wipe the food that was making its way down his chin. Aaron chuckled at that sight before turning back to Harry. A cough from across the table caught his attention. He raised his head to gaze across the table where Hermione had pulled herself away from her book.

"Harry, do you know who this is?" She asked haughtily. Harry was too pissed to care about what he was saying and said this.

"Hell yeah, but that's not the problem at the moment. The question is what the bastard is here anyway." Harry was glaring at him, as if he was hoping to burn him from the inside. Suddenly there was a voice heard from the high table.

"Yes, Mr. Potter. Will you please introduce your friend to us?" Came the grandfatherly voice of Albus Dumbledore. Most people whipped around to the standing old man. Everybody had forgotten that there were even teachers present. He was looking over his spectacles at Aaron with that annoying twinkle in his eye. Before Harry could grab him Aaron jumped up He waved his wand causing a huge top hat to appear on his head.

"Aaron Reilly at your service, my good man." Aaron whipped the hat off his head before bowing incredibly low. He stood up with a flare and deposited the hat on his head with a smile. A few people laughed nervously at his antics while others decided to let their jaws hang open.

"Very well Mr. Reilly-"

"Aaron!" He interrupted.

"What?"Dumbledore questioned.

"Call me Aaron; Mr. Reilly would have been my father's name hadn't been a complete bastard." Aarons blue eyes darkened as his fist clenched in anger. Suddenly he looked back up with a huge smile and a little laugh. "Sorry I got a little carried away again,"

"That's fine, Aaron . . . Now could you explain to us how you know Mr. Potter?" he asked.

"Oh, of course!" He said sitting down again. "It really is an amazing story," he nodded his head to the people around him. "Okay! So I was in middle school and Harry was a wee tyke in elementary school. I am two years older than him by the way. So anyway I was sitting on the roof of the combined schools, classes were way too boring that day. There was the loud noise of yelling down on the ground so I looked over the edge. There was little harry, I didn't know him at the time, running away from his lard ass of a cousin. Seriously, this boy is huge. He looks like a baby elephant he is so fat. Mean too, one of the schools most prominent bullies. He loved to pick on Harry though."

"Well, anyway Harry had a bout of accidental magic. Next thing you know he apparated to the roof, right onto my lap! Truly amazing. Well we sat there and talked until suddenly there were policemen and firemen everywhere. They were trying to get to the roof to get Harry down. Well I told Harry that I needed to leave so I wouldn't get in trouble that's when he got worried, he was so cute, then suddenly his magic apparated him down onto the ground with me along with him. He walked up right behind a fireman and asked them what they were doing. Seriously, it was the most adorable thing ever! Since then we have been great friends right Harry?"

Aaron was breathing heavily, having told that story in one long breath. The school as a whole looked at Harry who was steadily turning red. His bright green glinted in anger and he quickly punched Aaron in the arm. Aaron whimpered in exaggerated pain.

"Dumb ass." Harry mumbled. "Aaron now that you're done telling my life story without permission . . . tell me why you are here." Aaron stopped pretending to cry and looked up.

"Oh, yeah. . . I forgot. Well Susan has gone into labor. Ken skipped out so she wanted you to be there when the baby was being born. She sent me here to deliver the portkey that you would use."

"WHAT! Oh my god. This is bad, really bad. WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?" Harry screamed grabbing Aarons t-shirt. "Where is the portkey? I need to get there right away!" Harry ran his hands over Aaron's body searching for something.

"Whoa, Harry calm down! She's not due for another hour or so. You have got time! Any way the portkey is around my neck not in my pants . . . though I'm not complaining that your hand is down there or anything. In fact if you would like to keep it there I won't . . ."

"Aaron, shut up and give it to me." Harry said harshly. Aaron grabbed one of his multiple necklaces and pushed it into Harry's hand. Harry slipped it around his neck.

"Mr. Potter, I'm sorry to inform you, but you cannot leave the school grounds. You must be here to attend classes and do your school work." Dumbledore said in a false grandfatherly voice.

"Don't worry Gramps . . . while Harry is away I'll do his class work. I didn't go to a magic school so it won't be unfair for the other students. Just pretend I'm him for a while. Oh, and Harry, the password is 'First born' . . . Have fun!" Aaron said with a wave. Harry gripped the necklace and spoke the password, disappearing in the blink of an eye. Aaron turned around and looked at the Gryffindor table.

"Well this should be fun!" He said with a smile like the Cheshire cat.

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Well there you have it. The worst story in existence and all for your viewing pleasure! So I know I'm going to sound like a deprived drug addict but . . . please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please . . . please review my story! I don't care what you do, compliment me, send me a flamer, tell me a family secret, send me a bill for taking up your valuable time (However if you spend your 'valuable' time here I will be a little worried) send me an add, a recipe for your favorite cookies, do whatever . . . I just want to be noticed *proceeds to cry like a crazy person all over the room and goes to hide in the corner*