Chapter 2- first impressions

As Harry finally reached the front gate of his soon to be residence, he took stock of how nervous he was 'wow this was just as bad as his first detention with Pr Snape, may he rest in peace'; getting lost in his mental musings 'he began to worry just how much peace Snape could be getting with Harry's family now that all of the older generation Marauders were now departed 'he really had to remind Sirius to leave him alone, maybe mum would be able to keep the peace... doubtful' he thought with a mental sigh. Before realising that he had been standing with one foot in the gate for a few minutes, with a nervous chuckle he stepped in and nearly crashed into the front door.

Only his quick reflexes and the safety features in the padding saved the door from the cannon that was Harry Potter, with a furtive look around Harry was able to reassure himself that no one had seen his... misstep straitening himself out and quickly removing his helmet and shoving it into his bag. Now that the skates wouldn't work and cause him to have any more social faux pas's he raised his hand to knock on the door and took in his padding encased arm and then proceed to take in the rest of his body what little he could actually see over the breaa... no the chest plate yes chest with a slightly hysterical mental chuckle he dismissed his almost mental goof (we have already stated he has problems).

Once free of his armaments, and given his clothing a once over to reassure himself that he looked as good as it was going to get he knocked on the door, and waited and waited feeling a frown line forming between his eyebrows he raised his hand and knocked again and again and then he spied the door bell. Feeling a little silly for getting all worked up Harry calmly pressed the button and waited and waited and lost the pleasant expression he had plastered on his face. Now something a lot more real was shining through slightly widened eyes which had gained a manic gleam that seeming to dominated his face accompanied by a slightly too wide smile with just a bit too much teeth showing to be classed as friendly. He slammed his finger down on the bell and began politely knocking with his other hand, well he called the pounding he was giving the poor door polite it was still there after all.

When on the other side of the door a slightly muffled shriek could be heard but Harry really wasn't paying attention for he had almost unintentionally started a rhythm. Bang ring BAng Ring BANG BANG ring ring ring Bang BANG RINGGGGG bang bang RING RING bang bang BANG, Harry was really starting to have fun completely oblivious to the fact that what his almost crash into the front door hadn't done he was now doing, he was attracting Attention!

Most of those watching turned away in disgust, frustration and in some cases amused exasperation it was That House again, of cause it was That House and they tried to get back to their happy oblivious lives, but some kept watching because A) free entertainment and potential gossip and B) some were being paid to watch because it was That House and that's how the world works.

Bang BANG ring BANG ring ring BA... the door disappeared and Harry had smacked a wimpy looking guy right in the face knocking him down were he lay groaning culching his face.

"Oh Sorry"

Harry chirped feeling much better after expressing his musical talents. And promptly walked in, "hmmm", for a secret hide out it really wasn't what he had been expecting but then his past experiences really couldn't be called normal could they 1. Durskaban, 2. Grimmauld place, 3. Magical tent that smelt like cat piss no matter how well it was cleaned thou the exorcism incense had cleared that up for few days, and those where just the ones he had stayed in. Sirius had had caves and tropical beaches and Remus had the shrieking shack.

So a Homey well lived in suburban house with sleeping bags and clothes lying around wasn't what he was expecting, but the wimpy guy was a much more pleasant reception than Mrs. Black. But that did give him an idea to try out on the shrew, Muggle Music! Cue mental maniacal laughter which had him pausing waiting for the thunder and lightning 'Damn it' he really had to sit down and fix that spell it was supposed to respond to mental and physical mass cackling. (many many problems)

"Hey! Who the hell are you?"

A girl asked in a possibly threatening and demanding tone but he wasn't quiet sure he had somewhat lost the ability to tell with normal humans, just one more of the many casualties he had suffered due to his life.

"Humm, I'm Harry, yes I'll like it here" he said as he took in the decor, it was acutely rather tasteful nothing at all like Durskaban.

"WHAT" was the shriek he got in response as more people as come into the room, actually they had been there from the start but Harry really hadn't been paying attention, his nerves were gone now that he had seen the place and he was starting to feel the place out with his magic now he was past the threshold.

The potential slayers took in the young British sounding guy, sweeping him up and down not that there was a lot of him to see, he was rather short with messy just below shoulder length black hair that was pulled back into a low pony tail with bits escaping from their confinement and tucked behind his ears, a sharp elfish looking face with pale skin and domineering green eyes, pink lips and a small nose, a slim graceful body dressed in a black singlet with the words ' WE'RE CRAZY AND WE KNOW IT WHAT ARE YOU?' With a light gray summer shirt hanging open on top of ripped black denim jeans and black Nike's, he had a green ribbon tying back his hair and three silver studs in his left ear and ruby drop in his right as the only colour to his ensemble. A necklace with a triangle pendent and an assortment of rings and bracelets to finish with.

The Girl who had first spoken had come forwards now armed with a sword and held it to his neck "Who are YOU and what are you doing here?" She demanded trying to catch his eyes. Harry wasn't co-operating he was trying to take in his new abode and pin down the magic of the place, which wasn't easy death, blood and life magic was permeating the place and human energy only made up a small part of it.

The rather pissed of girl- who from now on will be referred to as Kennedy- got tired of being ignored and pressed the sword forwards until she drew blood with it as a way to focus his attention " Don't ignore me answer the question" she was all but shouting now and really wished Buffy or Giles was here. 'Some safe place this was turning out to be any random bastard could just waltz right in' Kennedy was really starting to lose her already rather short temper.

Harry finally wrestled his awareness back to his surroundings and frowned becoming aware of the sting in his neck and the female in front of him with the pointy object "what?" He asked in confusion.

Now Kennedy was all but frothing at the mouth "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" She yelled panting for breath and having with drawn the sword as to not decapitate the soon to be stabbed bastard in front of her if he didn't start giving her some answers.

Harry now realising that the girl was hard of hearing and replied quiet loudly "MY NAME IS HARRY AND I'M HERE BECAUSE ITS A SAFE HOUSE FOR potentials" the last part was little more than a whisper he really didn't like thinking about that let alone saying it.

The collective reply to that enouncement was "WHAT?".

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and this is the last of my prewritten work and I'm dyslexic so please excuse any spelling mistakes I do try to proofread but I just can't catch everything