Of Aerials and Backflips

Written by: Knight Honor

Beta: No one, except myself

E-mail: stayed with the Dursley's for only a few minutes. Adopted by a Yank family, Harry lives in Missouri with his family and friends. A track star, Harry or Michael, is comfortable with his life. But when his older sister loses a cheerleader on the varsity squad, Michael 'tries' out unknowingly and slightly unwillingly. When the varsity cheer squad wins at States, the coach rewards them with a trip to the good ol' United Kingdom. So who's this James Potter clone walking around downtown London? To the desperate wizarding world and Order of the Phoenix, this is nothing but a god-send miracle.

Disclaimer: The characters of Harry Potter belong to J.K. Rowling, the amazing literary genius. Any unidentifiable characters are of my own creation and belong to me. The idea for this story belongs to me as well. I do not take plagiarism well. Plus all I own is a hair tie and pair of chopsticks. Enough said.

A/N: The reviews that I've received will be posted down below. Hopefully, this story will actually get started in this chapter. I seriously need some ideas and hopefully, if you review, I can put your idea in the story. Of which, I really need some. So, I won't get on my knees and beg, but I do need some reviews or flames; it doesn't matter. Just please, (okay, I'm on my knees typing this), somebody send a small review so I can actually brag about this and improve my writing.

By the way, the places and characters in this story are totally made up and if they do resemble someplace, I apologize and somebody please tell me so I can get that fixed right away.

Anon!

Chapter Two

Michael O'Malley

Sweltering hot summers and freezing cold winters; the weather for Missouri was as temperamental as a pregnant woman. From one minute, a hot summer day, the next was sleet and hail with a chance of tornadoes. It was a wonderful place to be (which is why some people ignored the fact that the nickname for the state was Misery) and a pretty good place to raise a family.

Christopher, Missouri; the one spot to be on the map to raise Susie and little Johnny. It was a small place where everyone knew you by name, if not by sight. Low crime rate, good schools, and wonderful scenery. It was also the home of the Ravens, the local high school for the small town that had won the past fifteen years at basketball and football at their rival sister school Hawk Central High.

It was also the home of the eccentric family, the O'Malley's. A rather odd bunch, the O'Malley's were the family in town that everyone thought were just a screw short of a proper brain but were wonderful neighbors and friends.

Mr. O'Malley, or Adam Jonathon O'Malley, was a lawyer while his wife, Annabelle, was a dentist. Their five and a half children (Annabelle was expecting at five months), three of them adopted, all attended Raven West High School.

Bella, Teri, August and Autumn (identical twin sisters), and Michael were each a few years a part and probably got along with each other better than most of their classmates did with their families; Bella was a senior, Teri, August, and Autumn were juniors while Michael was a loner of the freshmen class. Out of the whole O'Malley family, Michael was probably the best known. For school jock reasons, popularity, or he was the fiercely guarded little brother of the O'Malley sisters who had never once been on a date or talked to a girl that his sisters hadn't previewed to be worthy enough to talk their little brother.

Or was it that someone had already laid claim to the poor boy and his sister's were merely guarding him till either she or Michael made their move…….Poor boy, so sheltered.

Hazy…………………it was like walking through smog. No lights. It was dark, like nighttime, bedtime. Red.

He saw red. Red hair twirling and whirling through the wind; it was soft. He reached up, trying to grab it. The red whirled out of the way, replaced by a soft face with green eyes.

He cried with joy: Mom! It was his mommy. He was so excited to see her, waving his fist everywhere and throwing what he could catch hold of out of the crib, he never saw the fear in her eyes, the anxiety in her movements, the dread in the lines in her face.

'Hush lil' Harry, quiet.' Clothing whispered as she rushed around, gathering things in a frenzy. She picked up the same baby bottle three times, moving it to a different spot a few inches away. Distracted by something, but Harry didn't care. He threw his rattle out of the crib, so happy that his mom had come to rescue him from the confines of sleeping.

'Lily! He's here!'

"GWAH!" A figure shot straight up out of bed, pillows and blankets scattered everywhere and poor cat flew out, startled by the sudden movement. Golden skin was highlighted by pale light coming through the ventilation blinds. Droplets of sweat rolled down his chest, his shirt stuck to him; his breathing erratic. Raven black hair stuck at odd angles, matted by sleep and sweat, little cowlicks sticking up in the back. Emerald green eyes stared at the wall in front of him, not really seeing the dark blue painted walls with amber gold trim.

'What the heck was that?' His mind questioned endlessly, searching for the answer. 'Mom…….Dad?' He turned his face to the window. 'Who were they…………..'

"Michael?" Knocking resounded on his doorframe, the soft feminine voice muffled by the wood. "Are you up yet?"

"Y-yeah, just fine." His voice distracted, still confused by the dream he had. The after affects of the dream still fuzzied his brain slightly. Michael O'Malley never knew his parents, he didn't even know there names. All he knew was he had been adopted from Britain and the two grownups who were currently wandering the first floor in the search of coffee as they did every morning were not his birth parents. They weren't even blood relations.

"Michael honey, are you okay? You don't sound fine….I'm coming in." the thin wooden door opened and a teenage girl stepped through. Teri stood near the doorway, mystified at the trash and debris that covered the floor. "How on earth did you trash this room so fast! It was clean last night before I went to bed!"

Michael grinned sheepishly and ran his fingers through his hair in a nervous gesture. By doing so, he moved his bangs around to reveal a thin, jagged scar that carved its way down his forehead. It looked old and was old; Michael had had it forever, since he could remember and even his parents told him that when they adopted him he had the scar. Making its way down from the beginning of his hairline to the tip of his eyebrow, the scar was in the shape of a rudimentary lightning bolt. Even from where she was standing, Teri could see how it carved across horizontally, and then zigzagged down diagonally, back out and then again; a child's scribble that marred his forehead.

Teri felt bad for the poor kid. He had endured way too much than he deserved: teasing from his grade school peers, snickers and jokes about being a "Scarhead". It didn't help that she and their three other siblings were a little too overprotective of the poor boy.

"Hey Teri, have you ever had a dream where you didn't know what was going on but you knew the people? You know, like some vision or something?" Teri shook herself out of her reminiscing of sorts. She didn't seem confused at the question he had just asked. Out of all the sisters, it made sense that Michael would ask her a question like that. Just from appearance, it definitely made sense.

A long peasant skirt fell to the floor, a highlighter green color that hurt to look at. Her thin torso was covered by a long sleeved black shirt with bell sleeves, the hem of her skirt covered black ankle high boots. A white scarf was wrapped around her waist with delicate chiming bells hanging from it that tinkled and clinked with every movement. A matching woolen scarf hung from around her neck, wrapped twice and fell to her knees. Bracelets hung from her bony wrists and on her slim artist hands a silver claddagh ring glimmered. Her hair was put into the messiest bun that was ever seen with tendrils of hair just begging to fall out and was secured with two ornamental chopsticks.

Her face was reminiscent of her Chinese heritage: long, almond shaped eyes with winged brows, a delicate bone structure that reminded Michael of a cat, and Cupid's bow shaped lips. From living with four sisters and an extremely hormonal pregnant mother, he could tell she hardly wore any makeup and yet she still looked gorgeous.

A wrinkle between her two finely arched brows betrayed her normally happy face to show she was thinking. "Probably not. I've had a few dreams that have come true. Remember the cat?" Michael nodded. Teri had dreamed they would be getting a cat and their parents would allow them to keep it. Butterball was the result of the dream and was currently hiding in the closet, well, as much of it would fit. " I could interpret it if you want." An eager grin showed flawless white teeth. "The Dream Shop received a new shipment of dream interpretation books yesterday. Ariella offered me the loan of a few; you want me to tell her its okay?"

Michael shook his head. "Never mind," he lied. "I can't really remember it anyway." Teri shook her head sadly. "Righty-o bro. Anyways, best get your booty movin. Bella is almost ready to go and if you're not ready, she's leaving you behind." Teri moved to leave but hesitated. "You sure you can't remember your dream?"

He nodded, unenthusiastic to killing Teri's hope. He was slightly guilty but as he had heard her offer, he really didn't feel that he should share this dream with her. After all, it could be his parents. He didn't know who they were and the nun's at the orphanage didn't know where his parents were either. He had been brought by the milk man who had found him on some random doorstep. The nun's had taken his number and address down to contact him if they had any questions or concerns. Michael had been given that number by his parents when they decided that he was ready to be told the truth of his family life. He had carried that number with him for days, wondering if he should call, if he should find out who his parents really were.

He still had that number with him. It was always carried in his wallet, on a crumpled piece of paper that was so old that the numbers were smudged and to the point of almost being illegible.

"Time to get up." Twin knocks came from the door and Michael groaned. August and Autumn did everything together and shared everything. It was a running joke at school that the only thing the two didn't share was their boyfriends who coincidentally, were twins as well. It was amazing their relationships had survived after a sticky situation when Autumn had mistaken Hadrian for Jay, her boyfriend, and had given Hadrian a rather enthusiastic welcome.

Moving was almost impossible. All he wanted to do was to return to his bed and sleep. He had tossed and turned till probably two and the dream had severely freaked him out. Doubting he would sleep well tonight, Michael was willing to sleep during his homeroom and probably Geometry to get the much needed hours he had been denied.

'Let's see, regular or fancy? What's the closest to the bed wins.' Looking around the area of his bed, he snagged a pair of blue jeans, white t-shirt and a black t-shirt that was slightly smaller to layer over the top of the white.

Dressing was almost an even bigger issue than the dream. Trying to put on a two shirts and jeans at the same time required a skill that even he didn't have but he managed. Stumbling to the dresser, he yawned to the small mirror that his sisters had convinced him to put up and studied his reflection. It was no longer all the girls stared at him during school and not. He looked like a freak.

His black hair was cut slightly uneven and irregular, poking out at odd angles. He sighed and fiddled with the strand of hair that always fell over his scar. It had become a nervous habit from the teasing off all the kids back in elementary school to run his hand through his hair but not disturb that one piece to keep it covered.

Green eyes starred out at the reflection, still blinking fuzzily. They weren't the regular green kind that Sarah Dukes had or even the hazel-green that Bella had. His eyes were a pure emerald color that matched of the rare gems that his mother had on her wedding band.

His face was angular and pointed, slightly of that like a cat. If he had lived in Britain, his face would have been considered noble and betrayed a higher ancestry, one that prided itself of keeping its bloodlines pure.

Even his body was weird. He wasn't ripped like the football team or thin but strong like soccer or basketball; he wasn't even sure if he had muscles. All he knew was that he had sharp reflexes and he had a fast metabolism.

Adjusting his shirts so they fit properly, he grabbed a pair of socks and a belt and put them on. Forgoing the usage of a comb, he ran his fingers through his hair and grabbed his shoes. He didn't even know what brand they were, much less how they cost. His sister's did his shopping for him, explaining that as a male he had no taste what so ever, therefore, in the name of the mall and dad's credit card, they were going to make sure he looked good. And looked good he did.

'Shoes, clothes, what else…………..bookbag by the door. Crap! Contacts. I need my contacts.' Michael quickly splashed on a bit of cologne that was once again picked out by his sister's and rubbed deodorant on. He grabbed his contacts case and slipped it into his pocket. Checking the clock, Harry muttered several "Flips!" and hoped he would have enough time to put them on before his first hour. Nabbing his half-empty bookbag, he picked up a few textbooks he had been studying the night before and placed them in the blue and black bag, zipping it up. Turning around, he studied his room, thinking if he had forgotten something.

The room was in chaos as every boy's room was in the world. Clothes littered the floor, his dresser was in complete disarray, and there was probably something growing in his closet. Michael shuddered. He didn't even want to know what went on in his closet. Butterball was the only living creature that went in there and survived. Michael grinned and left the room, hoping he wasn't late.

Tromping down the stairs, he walked through a living room, a formal dining room, and then entered the kitchen were the rest of the family was gathered. Annabelle stood at the stove, finishing up on what appeared to be pancakes. Her belly made a slight awkward bulge that forced her to cook sideways. Adam stood behind her, trying to make stop cooking so she could rest.

"Honey, please. I know how to cook; I cooked fifteen years before I met you!" said Adam, trying to convince his pregnant wife. He was thin but tall with dark brown with steel threads shot through. Friendly blue eyes showed exasperation with his wife but his voice held amusement at her antics.

"Back off bub, or your pancakes are history." Annabelle held her spatula like a weapon. Friendly described her to a 'T'. Her face was round with sparkling blue eyes and curly red hair. A band of summer freckles ran across her nose and a dimple showed at the corner of her smile. She wore her dentist smock with an apron over the dancing cartoon characters. She continued to brandish a spatula at her husband, until he backed off.

"Alright, fine, see if I ever try and help you again." He muttered, moving away and caught sight of Michael. His face wore a teasing grin and reached over, grabbing his son and giving him a noogie. "Hey ya sport! Ready to face the mass of females that will fall at your feet today?"

You would never believe it if you saw it, but the forbidding lawyer actually had a fun side that always came out around his family. The first time the O'Malley's went to dentist barbeque at the invitation of Annabelle's workplace, the crowd of mouth care-takers almost had a heart attack when they saw Adam giving Michael a noogie. And in public.

"Daaddddd!" Michael grumbled but continued to smile. His father finally released him, after making sure his hair was perfectly ruined. Annabelle just shook her head and continued to watch her pancakes.

Michael took a look around the kitchen. It was clean and small, but gave a homey feeling. It had lived through three generations of the O'Malley family and the recent couldn't do any damage to it. Sunny yellow walls had faded to a pale yellow while the round table was scrubbed clean but still couldn't get the orange paint stain off its mahogany brown surface that Bella had made when she was three.

Said kitchen was empty and siblings were no where in site. "Um, mom?"

Annabelle turned around, keeping one eye on her pancakes. She and David didn't need to arrive at the office till about eight or so while the kids needed to get to school immediately, the parents had some time to sleep in and lounge around the house.

"Yeah,"

"Um, where's everybody?"

"Hm?" Apparently pancakes were much more interesting than paying attention to your kid.

"Mom, did everybody leave without me?" 'Again.' he added silently in his mind.

"Hm, oh yeah. They're out in Bella's car. Apparently if you're not out there in," she paused and looked at the clock above the kitchen stove. "Well, a minute ago, they would leave without you."

"Oh flip!" and with that, Michael left his parents in the kitchen and ran out the door to another day of school and another normal day of life. But times were changing. If his father had read the paper that morning, they would have read tales of horror about their mother country. Britain was being haunted by killings. Deaths that ended with a scream and a green shot of light. Murders that left the people with dread and horror on their face.

Woot! The second chapter! I am so frickin' proud of myself. This is the first and only time that I have actually succeeded in making and publishing the second chapter.

Review shout out:

Kaiser.Chiefs.Girl.: Woot! You're the first! Thanks for the review and here is the update.

Okay so it's not as long as the first chapter, but don't worry. They'll get long, especially with the upcoming events.

Alright, I need ideas. I have the skeleton of this story mapped out in my mind but I need stuff to happen. Like, should the cheer team have a karaoke contest to raise money or auction off the hottest guys in school, Michael(Harry) included.

Right, about Michael. I'm trying to give him the innocent look. Kind of like: I think every one is my friend unless they prove other wise and pretty much trust what people tell me. So when Dumbledore tells Harry is a wizard, Harry isn't going to flip him off and tell him to screw a goat. Oh, yeah. I don't use language. The closest you'll see me is 'flip' or 'dang'. If there will be language, it will be censored. My parents read my story's so I don't need a lecture. Not only that, it's a personal preference as well since I'm Mormon (Latter Day Saint, LDS).

I would appreciate a review or comment, even if its one line. Go ahead and flame away. I'll just laugh at you and your pathetic social life. If any one wants to e-mail me, it's in my profile and up above at the beginning. I love making new friends and talking to other people about writing. Um. I seriously needa beta. Or I could be a beta. Or I could read somebody's stories.

Not much else to say. I'll have the next chapter up as soon as possible.

Ta loves!

Honor

P.S. Even though I am American, for FIFA, GO UK! WOOT! LUV THE BRITISH!