So,
Hope you liked the little introductory to the story I've got going here. Again, you should have at least some general idea of Harry Potter if you're reading this. Like as in terms like muggle, mudblood, etc.
Keep reading,
-KL
"I bet I can!"
"Cannot!"
"Can too!"
"Fine! Break out the Wizard Chess then!"
Hugo almost looked startled that Rose would even think of actually challenging him when they started fighting about who was the better player. Still, he changed his expression to a smirk and went to go fetch the board and pieces.
It had been two days since the morning Harry and Ginny Potter left for Rome and Blaine already missed them. He hadn't gotten a letter yet and he knew he was acting like a baby, but even when he was in school in Hogwarts his father wrote to him every morning when he was eating breakfast in the dining hall.
"Hey Blaine, you excited?" Rose asked, flopping down on the plush brown coach and taking the popcorn bowl from the table beside her. She began to munch with a smile on her face.
"About…?" Blaine asked confused as he plopped down next to her.
"This Kurt guy coming, of course!" Her cousin just rolled his eyes in response. She leaned over towards him and grabbed his arm. "Oh c'mon Blaine, you've never met anyone else with something like that in common with you except those awful blokes who kissed you and ran! Aren't you just the wee bit curious of what he's like? Do you think he'll look exactly like you?"
Blaine couldn't resist laughing at her last question. "Not all gay people look alike, Rosey. But I am not really the stereotypical type myself."
"How do you mean?" Rose asked, tilting her head.
"Well…" Blaine looked around quickly; making sure Hugo wasn't around before scooting closer to his cousin and lowering his voice. "Most guys like me like stuff like…fashion." Rose giggled in response and Blaine grinned. "I'm serious, but not all of them. I've only met one like that. You know Jason?"
Rose groaned. "I want to punch him every time I see him in the hall now. After Christmas break in your third year he was so bloody smug when he said 'Guess who I kissed this Christmas? Potter's boy!'"
Blaine blushed slightly but nodded. He remembered kissing Jason. But then he turned out to be just like the rest… "Yeah. Well outside of school, he's really into clothes and stuff. People expect all gays to be like that. But I couldn't really care. I love sports, getting covered in mud and dirt is a habit of mine, and if you haven't noticed, my hair isn't so perfect." Rose smiled and reached up to ruffle her cousin's curly mane. "No one could really guess I'm gay."
"Rachel couldn't!" Rose yelled just to get on Blaine's nerves.
In result, Blaine pounced on her and proceeded to tickle the girl until she was pink in the face. She began to beg for mercy and Blaine reluctantly went back to his previous position on the couch. They were still laughing when Hugo came in the room with a challenging look on his face.
"Took me awhile since Mum cleaned the other day. She put all our stuff Merlin knows where…" He trailed off and began to set up the game on the floor. Blaine and Rose climbed down to next to him and they all proceeded to lie down on their stomachs next to the board.
"Doesn't matter. I'm still beating you." The boy's sister sing-songed.
"Yeah well I got more of Dad's genes. That means I'm totally winning." Blaine nodded at this in agreement. If Hugo's assumptions were true, he was in fact much better. Mr. Potter often boasted of Mr. Weasley's achievement and sacrifice in winning against a life-sized game of Wizard Chess, in which let the 'boy who lived' go through and defeat that Quirrel character the three Potter and Weasley children heard so much about.
"He's right you know," Blaine said. "You know Aunt Hermione is awful at Wizard Chess."
Rose laughed. "Always has been. Always will be."
Hugo made the first call and the two Weasleys began the game while their cousin watched with interest. Rose cursed when one of Hugo's pieces smashed hers with a chair. Blaine laughed. He loved how his little cousin wasn't a girly girl and couldn't care that normal people her age would be out with friends instead of playing wizard chess with her two older boy cousins. Rose was actually quite popular among her year, yet Blaine was sure that if it was painting nails or playing quidditch, she would choose the latter.
"Okay," Hugo said halfway through the game. "Guys I've been thinking…"
"Oh god, what?" Blaine asked with comical worry. Rose sniggered.
"Shut up, Blaine." Hugo shot his cousin daggers. "Okay, you know that kid coming? I want to pull a prank on him. Not something little, but like…huge." Blaine immediately grinned in agreement but Rose looked hesitant.
"I don't know…"
"C'mon, Rosey!" Blaine said voice filled with excitement. "It will surely be twice as fun as when we let loose those lizards in the Hufflepuff common room!"
Rose laughed. "That was fun. All right, I'm in! What do you have in mind?"
"Well…" Hugo said thoughtfully, stroking a pretend beard. "How about we put a snake in his bed?"
"We don't want him to think we're cruel." Rose said, shaking her head. "Dad will kill us if we did that."
"True." Hugo agreed. "What about something long term?"
"What, like a trick?" Blaine asked.
"Yeah something that we could keep quite until Hogwarts at least…"
There was a long silence of everyone thinking until Hugo stood up with a gasp.
"I got it! I got it! Blaine! Blaine!"
"What?"
"You! You know how you always want people, especially guys, to not just go for you because your Harry Potter's son?"
"Um…yeah?"
"Well for the next month you won't be! We could tell this kid you are someone else or something! A friend of mine staying here until school is back in session!"
"Okay but why would we do that?" Blaine asked still confused.
"Well, you do want another friend, don't you? All you have is Wes and David, and that's only because they knew you since diapers. C'mon, Blaine! You can never trust anyone. Wouldn't it be cool just to trick this kid, tell him your some normal guy, and then he'll befriend you? Then you have someone else to hang around with. I know your lonely, Blaine."
Blaine looked down at the floor. He hated hearing that come out of Hugo's mouth of all people. He was right. All Blaine had were Wes and David, and they were both best friends. Blaine was kind of the third wheel anyway. He could just go somewhere else, there were people dying to be his friend. But they were all just using him, wanting tales of his Father and wondering how much money he had. It made him sick. Or even worse, others would act like he wasn't there. Being gay was heard of, but quite odd. Most didn't care, but others passed by him in the halls and made a face like he smelled of rotten cheese.
Hugo and Blaine were extremely close at home, but they usually had no classes together at school, and just didn't hang out with the same crowd. Blaine thought Hugo never noticed that he sat alone to study, or asked to not have a partner in Potions. I guess he did.
Maybe tricking this Kurt wouldn't be so bad. They would get a few laughs off of Blaine trying to make up a pretend family and things and watching Kurt's face when he realized Blaine was Potter's son.
"Wait, what if he gets hurt?" Blaine asked, the thought suddenly coming to him. What if this Kurt kid wasn't cool or was obnoxious like that Rachel girl? What if when he was told Blaine was a Potter he burst into tears, thinking all that time he was lied too?
"Blaine calm down." Rose said. "We would just love to here you struggle when he says 'So where do you live?' and ordinary questions like that. Plus, you'll gain a friend out of it. So it'll be fun and there's a plus in it for you."
Blaine sighed.
Hugo made a triumphant sound. "Check mate, Weasley." Rose huffed in annoyance. "So," Hugo said, putting his arm in the middle of the three of them. "Are you in?"
Rose grinned and put her hand on top of her brothers. The two children stared at their cousin expectantly. Blaine hesitated before slipping his hand on top of his two cousins.
"Let's find myself a new name."
Two hours later Rose was scanning the bookshelves for a particular one with a gold spine. Hugo and Blaine were sitting on the couch.
"Now," Hugo said, "we must make sure that Mum nor Dad make any reference to your Father or hint any clues that you have something to do with him."
"What if they do?" Rose called from looking at the books.
"Well, I guess we will have to distract Kurt somehow. Throw a piece of toast at him I don't know."
Blaine chuckled. "So if it's not breakfast, you expect us to carry toast in our pockets?"
"Precisely." Hugo grinned.
"Found it!" Rose squealed from where she was searching. She came back to the couch with a dark blue book in her hand with, as she told them, a beautiful golden spine. The title of the book was Wizards of the Middle Ages.
"You're kidding me right?" Blaine snorted, taking the book from his cousin's hands.
"See, they're not all important wizards. Some are just normal ones that they mention in the book because they happened to have worked at a school or something that an actually important wizard went to." Rose replied. Blaine opened to the first page and sure enough, the names were of famous wizards in alphabetical order. After a quick spat, all three of them decided to just flip to random pages and pick out a good one.
"Let's see…" Hugo said as they flipped to somewhere in the middle of the hundreds of pages. "Lopez, George? Nah, too Hispanic, he may ask about your culture or whatever. Um…" He closed it again; shutting his eyes for dramatic effect, and again flipped to a random page. "Damn, look at her!" Blaine leaned in to see the name Rivera, Naya before looking at the pretty girl and smacking Hugo on the head, hissing 'Focus!' Rose rolled her eyes also and mouthed to Blaine 'straight guys.' They erupted into a fit of giggles.
They searched for a while, looking at Styles, Harry; Groff, Jonathan; Pitt, Brad; and Cruise, Tom; but none really fit right.
"Let me try," Blaine said. He simply flipped a couple pages to the front, began scanning, and then saw it. "Hey! What about Anderson, Carlyle? Says here he was simply a worker at Gringotts, not very famous, just one of the early few that wasn't a Goblin."
"Yeah but Carlyle?" Hugo asked? "Why don't we just stick with what you got?"
"Sounds perfect." Rose nodded.
"Blaine Anderson."
