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HFP
Three days later, almost no one wondered if anything would happen. This was a mistake. As a matter of fact, everyone involved in the before mentioned incident was counting on the others to let the moment go. This was when they would plan to strike next… and they did.
Harry, being the wondrous boy that he is, talked Dumbledore into letting Neville Longbottom come to Grimmauld Place. He also got Dumbledore to agree to not letting the others know, the Hogwarts students/Tonks, Bill, Fleur and Charlie (who had flooed in from Romania the day before upon being asked to by his siblings) would take care of that announcement. In their own creative *cough evil cough* way.
Of course, the teens, being as sneaky as they are were able to get down to the kitchen/dining room before the Order members were awake. The elder four were only five minutes behind them.
Sirius was the first to wake and come in. Rubbing sleep from his eyes, he didn't notice the new comer sitting to the right of his godson and the left Hermione. In fact, Sirius didn't even notice that anyone was sitting at the table at all until Remus came in with Arthur and Molly. Molly took one look at the round faced boy and shrieked, waking up Mrs. Black's portrait, the rest of the order, who immediately came running in wands out, and alerting Sirius to his new house guest.
"Good morning." The already informed chirped, not the slightest bit moved by Molly's surprise.
"What is - How did -" Molly stammered, pointing frantically at everyone sitting.
Smirking, Harry took lead. "Lupin, Mrs. Weasley, , I think the three of you know Neville, Neville this is my godfather, Sirius."
Neville smiled and nodded. "Pleased to meet you. I was not surprised in the least when Harry told me everything."
Harry received a lot of raised eyebrows. Harry, rolling his eyes, told them. "Dumbledore invited him over."
The others sighed, and nodded, some muttering soft "Oh"s under their breath.
"So pal," Ron said about half way through breakfast. "That's a pretty cool headband you got there."
Everyone looked up and stared at the purple material. They, meaning those not informed, hadn't noticed it until now. Not even Snape who details were supposed to be a specialty, he is a spy after all.
"Oh, thanks." Harry answered, pointing to the middle of his forehead where his lightning bold scar resided. "I wear it to cover up this gross scar I got when I was a baby." The order exchanged looks. Was this another moment like with the red vines? Or was Ron really that thick?
"I was in the car with my parents when we crashed." Harry paused and the order confirmed it, this was indeed another "red vine" moment. "Into a crocodile." The choked on air. Seriously? Crashed into a crocodile? "My parents got eaten, but then the crocodile took a knife and gave me this scar." He shrugged. "At least that's what my liar aunt and uncle told me."
If that's what they really told him… the order might just have to call in someone to check on the Dursley couple's mental health.
"Well that sucks." Ron stated, taking a bite of the licorice he had pulled out a moment before. The unknowledgeable order members cringed at the offending item. "Can I see it?"
"Yeah sure." Harry answered, pulling off the headband. The members jaws dropped, his scar had been outlined in dark red sharpie.
Ron stared open mouthed at him. "Oh my god." His voice sounded like his mouth was full of peanut butter. "You're Har- You're Harry Potter."
Did it really take him that long to figure out? Sirius wondered.
Remus raised an eyebrow.
"Bloody hell," Charlie shouted in a fake Irish accent. "It's Harry Potter!"
Bill, Charlie, the Twins, Ginny, Hermione, Ron and Neville all jumped up and screamed "Yay!" Sounding like toddlers. Running over and crowding the now standing Harry,
"Seamus Finnegan, Mr. Potter." Charlie told Harry, shaking his hand. "Meeting you like this is a real treat. A real treat."
"Nice to meet you man." Harry told him quietly.
"Yo, what's up man, my name is Dean Thomas." Bill said, patting Harry on the shoulder then shaking his hand. With his other hand, he reached into his sweater pocket and pulled something in wrapping. "You want some bubble gum?"
"Yeah I love bubble gum." Harry told him smiling.
"Will you sign my Harry Potter poster Mister Potter?" Neville asked him pulling out a quill and unrolling a large piece of paper he had pulled from no where. On it was a picture of a baby wearing a one piece outfit, a yellow bib, and a drawn scar on his forehead, the baby had his fist held up in front of his face and was smiling.
"Um, okay." Harry answered, uneasily taking the quill. "Who should I make it out to?"
"Neville Longbottom sir."
"Okay Schlongbottom." Harry said turning slightly to Ron and "Dean" who laughed.
Sirius and Remus frowned.
"Nehow Harry Potter." Ginny said with an Amerucan country accent, clasping her hands together and bowing slightly at the waist. "My name is Cho Chang ya'll. You should visit the Ravenclaw house sometime." She stuck her hand out to him as if she was waiting for him to kiss it.
"Alright. Okay." Harry muttered while Ginny ran her hand all over his mouth and then turned away gazing at it like the ninth wonder of the world.
"Ron. What is going on?" Harry asked, walking over to the boy who stood off to the side. As Harry spoke Ron slowly lifted and put a hand on Harry's shoulder. "Everyone's treating me like I'm famous or something."
"But Harry. You are." Then the weirdest thing, surpassing even the Red Vine incident, Ron began to sing.
"You're Harry freakin' Potter." The others started to dance in the background. "You don't understand you're a legend man to us all. Every son and daughter is -"
"Safe." The dancers stated in unison hugging themselves.
Ron continued while the sitting adults looked on is disbelief and confusion. Molly's jaw wad dropped - she had no idea her Ronnikens could sing. "From You-Know-Who all because of you. You were small." He demonstrated. "But I wonder if you can recall."
Harry, Ron and the dancers moved across the floor, the dancers making two lines on one knee in front of the two best friends. "Long story short. This guy" he whispered. "Voldemort." Ron's voice then went back to normal. Sorta. "Was super cruel." Ron walked away a little.
"Voldemort?" Harry questioned in a non-singing voice - Sirius sighed in relief remembering Harry's father's singing.
Ron and the dancers gasped and said. "Shh."
Ron came back over to Harry. "He tried to kill you and your parents and this is where it gets intensely cool." His voice got exited at the end and he started to bounce a little. "Even though you were a tiny little boy, you should of died but you survived and them destroyed," Ron kicked his leg out while Harry went 'Huh?' "This evil guy and it's a story we enjoy to tell."
Everyone but Harry stuck a pose like a star. "You're freakin' Potter. We don't prefer Gandolf, Merlin or Oz. You're a whole lot hotter." It was now obvious that Hermione was supposed to be Molly who did not look very happy with the arrangements. Mostly it was the clothes.
The guys minus Snape laughed, at the lyrics and at the move they pulled on 'hotter.' "
"With that lightening scar, you're a superstar to us all. If we're in trouble we know who to call."
Dance break. A dance break.
'They're good.' Sirius thought watching each teen dance. It was impressive but oh so confusing. Everyone was thinking along the same way.
"The best part is," We heard Ron telling Harry as they moved to the middle of the finishing dancing mob. The dancers and Ron backed away to separate sides of the room from Harry and an annoying heavily accented voice broke through the room.
"Did somebody say Harry Potter?" Rita Skeeter walked in, her quill held high above her head and a scroll in the other.
The order members at the table gasped. Then Remus blinked and realized Tonks was no longer beside him, eventually, the rest of the confused adults realized the same thing. Tonks was also in on it. And was playing as Rita Skeeter.
'Is she gonna sing as well?' Remus and Sirius asked themselves.
'Rita' moved forward. "Rita Skeeter here for the Daily Profit reporting to you live dear readers from platform nine and three quarters. Where I just happened upon the original wiz-kid himself - Harry Potter, the Lad-Who-Lived. Now let's you and me get on the level HP. Are you excited to go to Hogwarts? Are you frightened for your life?"
Her voice was horrifyingly perfect. The outfit tied it all together, especially the fur shawl.
"What?" Harry asked. "Why would I be frightened for my life?"
"Well." Tonks drawled. It was scary how good she could do it. "Aren't you cock sure Know this dear readers, HP the eleven year old titan shows no fear. Even in the face of a murderous dog like Sirius Black." Tonks winked at her cousin, letting him know they weren't trying to be hurtful but just playing around. Sirius had already known that though.
"Who's Sirius Black?" Harry asked, sounding generally confused.
"Who's Sirius Black?" Tonks repeated. "You don't know? He used to be your dad's best friend until he betrayed him to the dark lord and got him killed. Yep, turns out he was a Death Eater."
Sirius sighed. He still felt guilty for the way the Potter's lives turned out.
"He killed thirteen ducks before they caught him. And I mean people. He hates your guts, wants you dead." Sirius growled quietly. "But it's no skin off your back. You know why?"
Tonks started to sing in Rita's voice. "You're Harry freaking' Potter! You don't wince at all, you're invincible to us harm. Like Betty Crocker ("Oh!" Went the dancers) I wanna eat you up, not wanna beat you up with that charm. Remember Harry kid you're the boss, you're the King, you're the bomb." the singing ended. "Keep your nose clean kid don't take any wooden sickles now." Then Tonks disappeared.
Suddenly the other kids started lining up into two vertical lines behind Harry, one spot missing for Ron wasn't filling it out yet.
"This is all… this is all too much to take." Harry nursed his elaborate breathing and then said. "This is all so unreal."
Ron laughed. "No it's not you're Harry Potter, you're the coolest damn kid in the entire universe everything comes easily you so you better get used to it." Ron then turned and entered the makeshift line.
Harry bean to sing while Remus and Sirius plugged their ears. Evil hearing destroying voice box. They were surprised when they realized we would not screw it up.
"This is all sad. I mean my parents died long ago."
"Long ago they died." the dancers sang and dramatically took a couple of steps back and put the back of their hand to their foreheads.
"I wanna be strong, be psyched but being unliked is all I know."
""What?" Sirius murmured to Remus. "DO you know if anything he's saying nos true?
Remus only shrugged.
"All he knows that's what." The dancers shouted, striking poses with Fred jumping on Ginny's back.
Molly rolled her eyes disapprovingly.
The dancers started to move away from the center of their "stage," Harry however backed up into the center, all of them snapping. While the dancers sung "Ah." Harry continued.
"I never thought I'd be a part of such a fate, an opportunity eleven years late…. I guess it's time for me to step up to the plate and sow 'em that I'm something great!"
The dancing/music paused. Everyone was looking expectantly at Harry.
Harry grinned. "I'm Harry Freakin' Potter. I'll do what I can if what you say I am is true. I can't be bothered by my awful past, I've found at last something I can do so it's time I knew exactly who I am. I'm Harry freakin' Potter."
"You're Harry freakin' Potter." Everyone else sang back as they finished their dance. "You're Harry freakin' Potter."
"I'm the man!" Harry declared whist getting lifted up in the air by Ron and Charlie while the others danced/clap in a circle around them. The two put him down and they all struck a pose and shouted. "Harry freakin' Potter!"
Of course, as soon as it was over they all got up and left the room. This time however the adults knew better than to ask. Although, the one time Severus made a comment on Harry's ego and it being to big to get through the door, Harry turned to Ron next to him and said in an overly done sneering voice through his teeth. "That's absurd. Ten points from Gryffindor!"
The best part - Snape couldn't take away points during the summer nor when they went back to school for something that occurred over the summer.