Disclaimer: Even though it kills me to say this, I do not own Harry Potter. If I did, everything would have went way differently. Such as Harry knowing what a gun is and blowing Moldyshorts and his Deathmunchers brains out.

Hi, guys! Wow, just one day on fanfiction, and my story already has positive reviews. You guys make me so happy! :) Anywho, here's the second chapter.

Our favorite prodigy is currently baking Chocolate Chip and Cinnamon Cookies for when his friends come over later in the evening. Harry gave the bowl full of dough an inquiring look before dipping his finger inside and sampling it. "Needs more cinnamon." He murmured. He added a pinch more of cinnamon,and maybe a little lemon zest to add flavor, before mixing the dough. He carefully poured a dozen star-shaped cookies on each tray, and he sprinkled a small amount of brown sugar on each one.

Harry was so busy baking that he didn't even notice his cousin looking over his shoulder. "Your not done yet?" Dudley exclaimed. Harry gave a small squeal before spinning around and hitting Dudley on the top of his head with his wooden spoon. "Ow! What was that for?" His older cousin cried.

"That's was for startling me," Harry answered, "I almost messed up the cookies." With that said he turned back around with a huff and continued with his baking. Dudley stared at his back creating a fine expression of a fish, "The cookies! You could have killed me with that death spoon of yours, and your more concerned about your cookies?"

"Yep." Was the only answer he needed. With a long-suffering sigh he stomped back into the living room mumbling about annoying cousins and their odd obsessions. "It's not a obsession," Harry called, "It's an art!" Dudley gave a snort and flicked on the television. Smiling to himself Harry placed the trays of cookies into the oven.

Untying his apron from around his waist he hung it on a kitchen hook and joined Dudley in the livingroom. "What are you watching?" Harry asked. Not taking his eyes from the screen his cousin answered, "I'm watching a documentary of haunted houses. Did you know there's a haunted house not far away from our neighborhood?"

Furrowing his brows in confusion Harry shook his head, "No, I didn't. At least not as I know of." A smile suddenly appearing on his face Dudley turned the television off and faced his younger cousin, "Maybe we should go check it out with the others." Now that was an idea that Harry didn't like at all. He didn't know what could possibly be in that haunted house that Dudley was so kin on seeing, but someone could get seriously hurt.

"I know what your thinking, and you should go ahead and het those thoughts out of that pretty little head of yours." Dudley said with that unnerving smile he usually gives off when he's about to do something devious. Deciding he rather not face another tickle torture, Harry reluctantly agreed to his older cousin's insane idea. They both were startled when the front door slammed open and a deep voice yelled at the top of its lungs, "I'M HOME!"

A huge smile made its way onto Harry's face as he jumped from his seat and greeted his future fiancée. "Jon!" he cried as gave the slightly older male a tight hug. A charming smile on his face Jon hugged back and cried back playfully, "Little Kitten!" They laughed when they heard Dudley making gagging noises back in the living room.

Kicking the door close with his foot Jon asked, "So how's my future wife, hmm?" Standing on the tip of his toes Harry pecked Jon's cheek before answering, "Better now that you're here." Again more gagging from his cousin, "Why do you two have to torture me so?" Harry shot his boyfriend an amused look, "Yes, Jon. Why do we have torture him so?"

"Oh dear Harry I don't know why," was his dramatic answer,"Maybe because we love each other sooo much." Laughing at his boyfriends antics Harry went back into the kitchen to check on his cookies. Dudley walked into the front hallway and frowned at Jon who was watching Harry's backside as he walked into the kitchen. Glaring at the shorter boy Dudley pulled his fist back and he aimed a well-rounded punch to Jon's lower area.

Jon gave a girlish squeal and fell over to his side while holding his...private area. "What was that?!" Harry called. Chuckling to himself Dudley gave an innocent, "I have no idea." Back in the kitchen Harry had a passing thought on going to check on his future husband, but the aroma of his finished cookies made him decide otherwise. At least he isn't dead, Harry thought.

"That hurt you know." Jon complained to Dudley as he walked into the kitchen where the cookies were being pulled out of the oven. "That's what you get for being a pervert." Dudley shot back from his seat at the table. Deciding that he didn't want to know, Harry placed the trays of cookies on top of the stove and turned the fan on to allow them to cool. "You didn't lock the front door did you?" Harry asked Dudley as he sat in between him and Jon.

"Of course not." Dudley exclaimed. "Why would I do that to our dear friends?" Giving his cousin an unamused look Harry deadpanned, "You did it to Jon barely a week ago."

"I had a reason for that!"

"HEY!"

Harry shot an amused smile at the two glaring friends before giggling and getting up to prepare the melted chocolate for his cookies. Jon checked his wrist watch wondering how long would the others arrive, "It's been almost half an hour. Where are the others?" Dudley for once agreed with Jon, "Yeah, mate. They usually get here way earlier than this."

"Will you two quit acting so spooky. You always do that when someone is only a few minutes late." Harry scolded as he tied his apron back on, and grabbed a bag of chocolate from one of the cupboards. Then right on que the front door opened, and they all heard the giggling of their female friends as they made their way to the kitchen. Harry looked up from pouring the chocolate into a bowl and into the sparkling purple eyes of his favorite little girl.

Here you go guys! The second chapter to Harry's Travels. I know this chapter is a little short, but I promise the next chapter will be longer. I bet you guys can't guess who Harry's favorite little girl is. It should be obvious though. If you guess it right you get one of Harry's cookies. Review please!

P.S: Please remeber that I wrote this while in the sixth grade. So tell me if you don't like something, and I'll change it. Thank you! :)