Started on June 18, 2008.
Story by: SolemnxAngel
Rated M for future chapters
Summary: Harry, runs away from home when younger, and is raised to be an assassin and when he is finally found by Dumbledore, a new Harry is emerged. Warning: there is abuse and some strict content in this story, not to mention it will be a SLASH fic. Don't like, don't read! slash is femm and malexmale please be aware!

Pairings (known): HP/DM, RW/HG, LL/GW, RL/SB/SS, NL/PP, BZ/TN, SF/DT

Story starts from Year One and will work its way from there. It will have some similarities to the original Harry Potter series, but trust me when I say, that this will be nothing like the series! Harry gets sorted into Slytherin.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER, NOR WILL I EVER! THIS FANFICTION IS NOTHING MORE THAN THAT, AND MY MERE IMAGINATION BASED ON SOMEONE ELSE'S WORK!

Harry Potter – the Slytherins' Assassin

Harry and Shooter, after a long birthday filled with explanations and shopping, finally got back to their community of shacks. "That shit is just... odd!" Shooter exclaimed while placing down a trunk filled with the things they bought at Diagon Alley (minus the owl). Harry looked down and sat on his bed, "Yeah, but at least a lot got explained and I know the truth. Not to mention, I get to go to a new school and... Yeah." Shooter walked over to Harry and took the owl cage down by Harry's feet, and brought it up to his face, "So what are you going to name her?" Harry took in a deep breath before laughing, "I have no fucking clue!"

"Well you better think of a name when I get back in later. Tanner needed to talk to me about something. So you figure out your shit and then I'm warning you to have a name for that bird when I get back in!" Shooter laughed out before leaving the shack. He left Harry to his own devices.

Harry lay down on his bed in the sleeping shack pondering how much his life will change now. He never went to a boarding school, and in his three years of being with his new family, he didn't know if he could stand being away from them for so long. It seemed like innocent torture. The snowy owl that was bought earlier in the day hooted and he looked at the girl, "I still need to give you a name don't I?" The beautiful owl just blinked and hooted softly. Harry laughed a bit before thinking on a name for his new pet. "Maybe something like... Rowena? Nah, how about Sandra? I don't think that is a good one either." The owl hooted again and Harry bit his lip. "How about... I name you Hedwig?" After a soft hoot of approval, Harry smiled and petted her; being mindful not to ruffle her feathers.

Shooter chose that moment to walk in, "Hey E! Did you find a name for that gorgeous bird?" Hedwig hooted at being called gorgeous, "Well I guess she likes that. Maybe you should name her that, or Snow?" Harry shook his head, "I named her Hedwig." Shooter laughed at the name, but didn't say anything further than that. "As long as she likes it..."

"I still can't believe that... I can't believe what I learned today on my birthday." Shooter sat down next to Harry and wrapped his arm around him. "I know, but you do have to admit it does explain your oddities when it comes to explosions and stuff like that. Fucking awesome if you ask me!" Shooter laughed. Harry nodded, "But I just don't know what I am going to do for a whole year without you guys. And everyone in the wizarding world knows my true name and... I supposedly have people wanting to kill me just because of who I am." Shooter handed a wrapped box to Harry, "This was one of your birthday gifts from all of us. It's a custom made pistol. I know you aren't supposed to bring weapons to school and whatnot, but bring it with you. This way, you have some added protection instead of a stick that sparks come out of." Shooter cast a smile over to Harry, "Well aren't you going to open it kid?" Harry looked over at Shooter with a big smile on his face. He could only imagine what kind of pistol it was and what it looked like.

Harry held the black box in his hand and slowly began to unwrap it. Shooter rubbed his hands together in anticipation just knowing Harry would love his gift. Harry took a peek inside and gasped at the custom made pistol. He took the whole cover off the box and look at the gun in whole light. The pistol itself was black but on the handle of the gun was a green capital 'E' outlined in silver. Connected to the E at the bottom where it ended, was a silver lightening bolt outlined in green. It was breath taking to Harry. "Is this the same one that I had been looking at with you at the gun shop three weeks ago?"

Shooter looked at Harry's face and smiled, "Yep, it's the CZ 75 Sp-01 Phantom. 9mm. Like I said before, I had it custom made just for you. We all have our own personalized pistols of some sort, and well, you are one of us. So that means you get your own personalized pistol. No one else is to use it... unless one of us is on the job with you and we are out." Harry gingerly took his new pistol out of the box and just held it. Shooter continued, "We have magazines in some other boxes for you." Harry gave a girlish squeal before hugging Shooter. They both laughed a bit. "Now E, we have more gifts for you... but they are in the eating shack. So get your lazy ass up, grab your bird and your gun and follow me."

Harry followed Shooter to the eating shack. He immediately knew he got a guitar of sorts just by looking at one of the presents. There were three other boxes, but those ones were clearly labeled 'E magazine'. Harry just shook his head and then noticed green boxes that had black ribbons on top. Tanner took Harry by the shoulders and then steered him towards a chair, his chair, and then handed him a small wrapped box. Inside that box was a key that had a note attached to it. Harry carefully picked up the key, unsure of what the key was for. He looked up at the four in the room in confusion. "What's the key for?"

Red decided to answer, "That key was given to us to give to you from the Headmaster of your new school. He said to wrap it up in a box. We are just as clueless as you are. So hurry up and read the damn paper so we all can find out!" Everyone laughed at Red. Harry looked down at the key and read the parchment: Dear Harry, this key is to your vault. You've already seen it, and well, it is yours. I really was expecting you to be with your Aunt Petunia, however, I also did hear of the unfortunate happening. Since you aren't living with them, I decided I'd look past my better judgment and give you your inheritance key now, instead of later. Please be wise with your spending; money doesn't always last forever. From, Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Harry re-read what it said, but this time aloud for his new family to hear. Shooter looked slightly appalled, "Better judgment?" Harry gingerly placed the key back in the box and placed it on the table. "Next present please!" Tanner laughed at Harry before handing him the next box. Inside was a huge wad of cash. Harry looked at Sky, whom the present was from, as if he were crazy. "Why?" all Harry was able to muster. "You are eleven. I don't know. Spur of the moment thing, especially since I can remember when I was eleven, but I don't really remember what my interests were at that age. So I couldn't think of anything to get you. So, here is money. Spend it on anything you want."

Harry thanked him softly, and put the wad of cash in his back pocket. Tanner handed him another box, this one being from Tanner. "I do hope you like this. It isn't money, but something else." Harry decided to be a smart ass, "Well, if it ain't money, then it ought to be something else..." Tanner smacked him swiftly over his head. "OUCH!"

Red shook his head and muttered at how glad he was it wasn't he who was smacked. Harry glared at him for a moment before opening his gift from 'momma'. He smiled at her as he pulled out a silk black shirt that had his trademark silver lightening bolt outlined in green; the crest was in the upper right corner. Then he pulled out some classy black dress pants, that they too, on the bottom right leg had the same insignia. At the bottom of the box were some black dress shoes and socks. The socks, which were no surprise to Harry, also had the insignia. Then, below the shoes, were three plastic bags that looked to have the same things Harry pulled out, minus the shoes. "Tanner, these are great!"

"Well, I figured, you'd love them. Remember when we were doing those fittings last week? Yep, that's really what they were for!" She gave Harry a hug and lightly kissed his cheek. "Now, your next present is from Red. It's that guitar. It's also got that emblem thingy on it too and it is all black. The amp for it is still being customized. But don't worry; you'll get it before school starts!" Harry shook Red's hand and thanked him. "No problem E. Sky and I taught you to play, and since you've learned well, we thought this would be the perfect gift for you." Harry's smile became very wide and a picture frame burst. They all laughed and Harry smiled sheepishly. "Hopefully," Shooter started, "hopefully they will be able to help you control that. We are running out of picture frames." More corny laughs came about after that.

When the laughter was over, much to Harry's delight, they all had a small dinner of boiled chicken, garlic mashed potatoes, and buttered broccoli. It was one of Harry's favorite dinners. Then they had some homemade ice-cream cake. Tanner made it by buying a lot of ice-cream sandwiches and putting them together with cool whip.

After that, Harry was asked to pull out the guitar and play something on it. He did so and they all agreed that once Harry got his amp, it'd sound ten times greater (and louder). Overall, to Harry, this was the best birthday he's had so far despite its strange start.

Tanner and Sky were called on 'the' phone for a mission, so they had to part. Ten minutes later, that night, Red was called. Shooter and Harry were still in the eating shack though. Shooter had pulled up Hedwig's cage and was talking to Harry about how things will change once Harry starts school. "When was the last time you went to school? Like, do you even know your basics? Man, I didn't even think about that," Shooter absently asked while letting Hedwig nip his fingers. Harry stilled, not even remembering the last time he had even been inside a school. "I don't remember the last time I went. But I definitely know how to do basic math and I can read. Tanner has been helping me on my penmanship. I can't be too terrible. But now that you mention it, I am a little more nervous now. I don't want to make a fool of myself on my first day," Harry softly banged his head on the table before running his hand through his hair.

Shooter looked up to Harry, "Don't worry. If there are any problems, I am sure you can work things out with your teachers and the headmaster. You can explain to them about your situation; but just remember not to talk too much." Harry took in a deep breath and loudly exhaled to show his stress. Shooter gave out his own nervous laugh. "I have to still give you your present, you know."

Harry seemed puzzled, "I thought the pistol was my present from you?" Shooter shook his head, "I said when I gave you that pistol that it was from all of us. Your present is this," Shooter pulled out several sheets of folded paper that had some typed words on it and some official print on the corners of each. Harry took them and looked even more confused than before. "What is this?"

Shooter nervously laughed, "I thought you said you knew how to read..." Harry looked more closely and realized that these were adoption papers. "Why do you have adoption papers?" Shooter pulled his chair over to Harry's and put an arm around him, "I would like to adopt you, Harry." Harry's eyes bulged. "Adopt me? And I'm not Harry, I'm E."

Shooter laughed and ruffled Harry's hair, "Well, for the adoption papers, you are Harry. Can I adopt you?" Harry looked up at Shooter, too happy to say anything, so his magic expressed it for him; the light bulb on the other side of the shack exploded. Shooter and Harry laughed even though Harry had some tears leak from his eyes. "I take that as a yes?" All Harry could do then was nod. Hedwig hooted softly at the tender moment.

"I also forgot to tell you the other part of your gift..." Shooter once again gave a nervous laugh, "I can only say that once I tell you, you will need to not mention part of it." Harry looked up at Shooter, his soon-to-be new father, in question. "See, Tanner and I love each other, but her brother can't know that. We both look at you as a son. And this way, we will have our own little family. What everyone does know, and this can be talked about, is that Tanner also wants to adopt you, but in the mother sense. Get it now?" Harry's magic busted again and a burst on the stove caught their attention. The salt shaker was now in little pieces.

"I've always looked at you and Tanner as my parent figures. I would say that you have no idea how happy I am, but my magic made it well known. I'm really happy! This is probably the best gift; better than the gun, the wad of cash, the guitar, the clothes... just the best!" Harry gave a huge hug to Shooter, making sure it was tight. Then a question popped up in his head that he asked aloud, "Does my name change from Harry Potter to whatever or whatnot?" Shooter smiled, "What? Don't you want to be Harry Whatever or Harry Whatnot? No, your last name won't change. Well it will, but it won't be known. To that wizarding world, you will always be Harry Potter. To us, you will still be E. So that question isn't really a good one. But yes, legally, even though it will never really be seen, your name will change. You'll be Harry James Potter Neel."

"I didn't know what your last name was. I don't even know your names know that I think of it." Shooter pulled Harry closer and whispered in his ear, "My name is Jacque Neel. Not Jack, but think of it like the 'j' at the end of Taj Mahal. Now that is how you say my real name. Then Tanner's name is RayLee Giles. Like Riley, but spelled Ray and Lee. Funny, right? Red's name is Danny Giles. Nothing special on that one. Then Sky's is Skylar Reed." Shooter pulled back and then smiled; "Now you know. But after these adoption papers, if you want, you can call me dad and Tanner mom..."

Harry looked up at Shooter, "What if I want to call you dad and Tanner mom before everything is finalized?" Shooter never let his smile falter, "That would be okay too." After that, they both went into the sleeping shack and put Harry's things away before letting sleep take over them.

They both were woken up by the other three, all who had finished their assignments early. "E, go hop in the shower and then come for breakfast." Tanner had nudged Harry's shoulder for him to rouse from sleep. "Kay, mom..." Tanner let a smile grow on her face, "Awe, you are so sweet! But that doesn't mean you get out of waking up on time!" Harry groaned and pushed the blanket on him off. "FINE, I AM UP!" He groaned again when he looked out a window and saw that the sun was just coming up.

Harry washed up and groggily walked into the eating shack, where dumb him forgot Hedwig in. "Sorry Hedwig didn't mean to leave you alone in here." She gave a soft hoot in understanding. Sky looked at them both, Harry and Hedwig, in wonder, "She sure is smart for a bird." Harry smiled at him, "Yep she sure is. I think she understands more than the average owl." Hedwig hooted again in appraisal. This earned laughs.

Tanner handed Harry a plate of food: eggs, bacon, and pancakes. "Thanks... mom." Harry smirked. "You just love this whole family thing, aren't you?" Red asked as he walked into the shack. Harry chuckled while nodding his head and shoveling food into his mouth. Shooter walked in, obviously fresh from the shower. "Hey E, Sky, Red, and my non-existent beautiful wife." Red choked on his own food while Tanner playfully batted him in a non-noticeable meaningful way. "Please don't say such frivolous things around me to my sister. Ugh, that is just utterly disturbing..." Red sneered. Sky rolled his eyes along with the rest of everyone at Red's dramatics. "I swear Red; you can be such a homo!" Shooter joked. Red then muttered, "Well gee, that is probably because I am one!"

The next few weeks went by slightly eventful. The adoption papers were handed in and Harry James Potter became Harry James Potter Neel. 'The' phone rang only twice within three weeks but the pay was 100k a hit. Normally they didn't do dirty jobs unless need-to-be-dead dirt bags were scarce. The first job was a dirty job where the casino owner called in another hit on someone who wouldn't pay up. The second was on that same casino guy due to his side job as a human trafficker who was selling little children to sick pedophiles. Harry received more training and much to his delight, was able to shoot the first rounds of his new pistol on the first job. He even got paid for the first time.

There was only three days left until he needed to reach the Hogwart's Express. It was lunch time and Tanner had just finished making everyone grilled cheese. "E, I was thinking about giving you a haircut..." Tanner looked at Harry's face scrunch up, "I know you don't want one, but I figured that you should get one of your choosing before you start school." Harry settled down a bit; liking the idea that it would be what he wanted. He quickly ate his food, practically inhaling it, before going to get the clippers and shaver. When he brought that into the eating shack, all of them eyed the shaver warily, suddenly not liking the idea of Harry having free will. "What are you all staring at? You, mother dear, are the one who told me that I can get what I wanted. Now you aren't going to go back on your word, are you?" Harry smirked. Sky started laughing at Harry's slyness. "He's sure learned from us! He's become so sly and cunning!"

"So mom... I was thinking about first trimming the hair a bit and then... buzzing most of it off..." Tanner actually looked slightly scared to do so. "E, I still need to finish eating... hey, maybe you don't need that haircut after all?" Harry laughed her off, "Of course I need a haircut! It's so unruly and it does need to be tamed..." Sky's laughter just became louder. "Shut up Sky!" Shooter smiled, "E, you'll get your hair cut, just let us finish first." Harry smiled sweetly before plopping down into his chair.

After what seemed like forever to Harry, Tanner finally finished. "Okay E, so talk me through this." She pulled him over to the sink and drenched his hair with water, "See, I told you your hair can get flat!" Harry rolled his eyes, "So I want you to trim the tips a bit. Like only take two centimeters off." She did as she was told, "I hope that is all you want and that the buzzer is just for tease?" Harry gave off a maniacal laugh before shaking his head, "No, I want the whole back buzzed off. Like closely to the head... but don't shave off the hair. You know how I like buzzed hair. Then when you do that, let me know." Harry waited closely to five minutes before she gave him two mirrors to study her work. She had buzzed up to the area right before it reaches the curve of the top of his head. "Okay, nice Mom. Now I want you to buzz the left side of my head. From my ears to about three centimeters into the area where my head curves." She nodded, and gulped a little. 'Why did I let my little baby choose what he wanted?!' was all Tanner could think about while doing what was asked of her. She finished and then Harry instructed her comb what hair Harry had left to the front. "Oh my god, I can't believe I just cut all of that off!" Harry laughed, "Well, you see this hair on my right side? I want you to cut, with the scissors, up to that three centimeter mark. Leave an inch left of what you cut." She looked at him as if he was crazy, "But that wouldn't make it even!" With a stern look he said, "If you don't do it, I will." Tanner whimpered but complied. Then end result looked better than what she thought, however.

"Okay, so mom, now that I got this awesome haircut, can I also get it colored?" Tanner whimpered again, "Let me ask Shooter. But first, they need to see your new look." Harry brushed the long hair on top forward, it having already dried, it looked wavy. The side hair that wasn't buzzed was brushed down. "Okay, I'm ready to show off my awesome hairdo."

"Whoa, E!" Shooter nodded his head, "Looks good!" Harry snorted, "And you all were worried!" Tanner shot him a dirty look, "E also wants to color it." Shooter kept rubbing Harry's head, "It's all fuzzy! Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear; Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair... now we all know why he had no hair... E buzzed it all off!" Harry laughed at the idiocy, "Dad, please. I didn't buzz it all off!" Red came over and rubbed Harry's head too, "Oh great One! I wish for a favor!" Harry played along, "Yes young undesirable, what is it that you seek?"

"I seek permission to desecrate your virgin skin with piercings!" Tanner had a fit, "Red! He will not get piercings! He is going to a new school! What kind of impression do you think he is going to make with piercings?! I won't allow it! Neither will you Shooter!" Shooter, though, had already started on the idea and was asking Harry where he would like his piercings.

"I want a lip ring, an eyebrow ring; I want bunches of piercings in my ears... maybe instead of just one lip ring, I'll go for snakebites?" Tanner twisted Harry's ear, "You won't be getting piercings!" Harry gave her puppy eyes and faked some tears, "Please mom? At least one lip ring and an eyebrow ring and one ear piercing? So that will only be three piercings in total?" She let go of his ear and sighed, "Fine!" Harry winked at the three guys. Red screamed, "YES!"

Red had his way with his adopted nephew and Harry got a diamond stud in his left ear, a barbell in his right eyebrow, and a hoop on the right side of his bottom lip. "Now, all you have to do is convince Tanner to let you dye your hair." Harry sighed, "Thanks Uncle Red!"

"Hey Mom! See, I don't look bad at all! Now, about that hair..." "No!" "...but mom! All I want to do is bleach the semi-short hair and bleach some strips of my longer hair and then put blue in. So can I?" Tanner sighed in defeat, "I am so happy you aren't a mission, because I'd fail horribly." Harry bit his lip in excitement and decided to copy his Uncle Red, "YES!"

The next day, Harry not only got what he wanted... but more. He instead, put purple where the semi-short hairs were and then put the blue on top... all of the top hair. Tanner looked at her adopted son and her secret lover, "I can't believe you, E! And Shooter; you were supposed to draw the line at blue!" Shooter smirked, "But, dear, the purple was in the way of blue. So technically I did draw the line at blue!" Harry high-fived his dad and bent over to shake his head. "I love my hair! And I got these cool piercings; I am all ready for school!"

They had to go to the salon to get his hair done so when Shooter and Tanner arrived back to the shacks with Harry, Red and Sky were all over Harry again. "Love the hair, ten times MORE!" Red rubbed his hands through Harry's short mane. "So tomorrow, we are going to have a going away dinner for you! We are going to have your favorite dinner... well one of your favorite dinners. It's going to be meatloaf with diced tomatoes with creamy garlic shells." Harry 'whooped' and ran off to go see his snowy owl.

"See what I got done today Hedwig? Doesn't my hair look awesome? Mom thinks it looks good, but at the same time she is nervous about it... mainly because of her 'mom' status I suppose. Man, I can't wait to start school! Maybe I can make some friends? One thing that I don't get though is where the hell will I find Platform 9¾?" Hedwig tooted in understanding and gently nipped at Harry's fingers.

The day went by faster than expected and soon left all five eating dinner. "Mom, this is yummy! I wonder what wizards eat?" Tanner laughed, "They probably eat food just like us... maybe there things are just called something different? They are human after all." Shooter looked over at Harry, "E, just remember, if there is any questions, don't hesitate to ask questions, okay?" Harry nodded, not being able to speak due to his mouth being full. Night claimed sleepiness early for Red and Sky, or so they claimed, and they went off to the sleeping shack. Harry had looked out the window, but from what he saw, the two men had wondered off to the shower shack. "Mom, why did they lie?" Instead of getting an appropriate answer, he got laughs from both Tanner and Shooter. Harry huffed, "Well, since they aren't in the sleeping shack, then I'm going to go there. I do have a big day tomorrow ahead of me anyway. Better for me to sleep!" Both Tanner and Shooter nodded and kissed each cheek goodnight.

Harry smirked the second he left the shack. He wasn't really going to go to sleep. He was going to investigate. Harry didn't understand why Red and Sky always lied about where they were going when they weren't on the job. So Harry stealthily crept into the shower shack. 'I would understand if they lied about sleeping if they were first going to take a shower... but the water isn't on! Hmm... why do I hear groaning?' Harry's eyebrows furrowed. He looked around but he didn't see Red or Sky in sight but when he paid more attention to Tanner's shower area, he saw a pair of feet and two shadows.

Harry quietly stalked over to where the shower curtain was and noticed that it wasn't closed all the way. Looking in, Harry saw Red's back was against the wall and Sky was between his legs... both men were naked. Harry's green eyes widened. He saw the two make-out and Sky was shoving his lower half where his private stick was going into Red's butt. 'What are they doing?!' Red pulled on Sky's black hair and moaned. Harry couldn't breathe. Sky's hands were holding up both of Red's legs, which were wrapped around Sky's waist. Harry's eyes couldn't leave the sight. Red buried his face into Sky's shoulder while Sky bit Red's neck. Harry bit his lip and felt a twitch in his lower region. Sky and Red's moans increased and the next thing Harry knew, something jutted out of Red's private place. All three were breathing hard, but only two could be heard. Harry chose this moment to quietly leave the shack and heard water run.

Harry ran behind the shack, so no one could see him. He had felt twitches on his groin area and when he looked down, he gasped. There was a bulge sticking from his pants! Harry put his hand over the area, trying to make it go down. When he took his hand off, it still remained up, but he realized it felt good. Harry's brow creased together and he sat down on a large rock before sticking his hand in his pants and stroking himself. Harry realized that the more he touched himself there, the more it felt good. After what seemed like forever, and thinking of what happened in the shower shack, Harry's breath hitched and his shoulders shook. Then Harry heard himself softly moan and sticky fluid shot out from his groin.

Harry bit his lip, 'What do I do now? What did I do?' He slowly stood up and then he took his hand from his pants. He sniffed and turned his head away in wonder before he wiped his hand off. Harry ran to the sleeping shack and quickly changed into clean clothes. Then he ran towards the eating shack, knowing Shooter would still be there. Breathless, Harry called for his dad, "Dad, can I talk to you please?" Shooter looked up from where he was sitting and looked at Harry in worry. "What's wrong E?" Harry bit his lip again and motioned for his dad to follow him. Harry led Shooter to the washroom shack.

"D-dad, I-I have a question..." Harry let a blush form on his face. Shooter placed a hand on Harry's shoulder, "What is it?" Harry sighed, "I... I had a problem... well, it wasn't really a problem, but then again it was... well, my-my private area... just sort of twitched... and the next thing I know... the next thing I know is that it is... up?... well, it was up... and when I tried to push it down... it felt good... and I don't know why..." Shooter's eye brows shot up into his head, "Well, E... Harry, this happens to boys at a certain age to let them know that they are growing up... and see, it is normal for a growing boy to get urges. These urges are like what you experienced with your... private... area. Something you need to learn is that it is okay. You took care of it... I'm assuming?" Harry nodded, "And sticky stuff came out..." Shooter wanted to kill himself at that moment, "Harry, that private area is called a penis for a man. And for growing boys, you all have hormones that are out of control. And you might see something, or hear something, or just out of nowhere you will get turned on and need to take care of it. That process is called masturbation. For boys, teenagers, men, it's a normal thing. Don't need to be embarrassed about it. And that sticky stuff is called semen."

Harry looked down at the ground; feeling embarrassed even though his dad told him not to. "Harry, it just means you are growing up, is all." Harry nodded and shyly replied, "Thanks dad." Shooter silently sighed in relief. He hadn't been prepared for this talk at all. "No... problem son. Go to bed, okay? Mom's making waffles for breakfast." Harry gave a small smile before hugging his dad goodnight. He was starting to walk away before he remembered his investigation, "Hey dad!" Shooter inwardly groaned, "Yeah E?" Harry sat back down next to his father, "I investigated tonight on why Uncle Red and Sky are always lying! I saw them kissing in Mom's shower area and they were naked..." Shooter covered Harry's mouth, "E, we know. I'll get into that with you when you are older." Harry cocked his head to the side before shrugging and giving Shooter a kiss goodnight. Then, Harry went to sleep.

"E, get up!" Red started tickling Harry until he finally gave in to getting out of bed. Red and Harry walked to the eating shack where Harry was greeted with the sight of waffles, bacon, strawberries, and whip cream. "Looks good mom." "Eat it so I know how it tastes," Tanner laughed. The breakfast was eaten in silence. Shooter kept taking glances at Harry, trying to figure something out. Harry knew dad kept looking at him, but he didn't make eye contact with him. Tanner noticed the look of contemplation on Shooter's face when he looked at Harry, and it only made her wonder what Harry had to talk to Shooter about last night.

"E, is your... trunk packed?" Tanner asked. Harry looked at her and smiled, "Yep. I let Hedwig out before I went to sleep last night. I told her to be back by breakfast. And see," Harry pointed out the window to show Hedwig nearing the eating shack, "Right down brilliant, she is." Harry left his seat to open up the door to the shack so Hedwig could get in. Swiftly, Hedwig flew in and perched herself on the top of Harry's shoulder. "Yep, brilliant."

Harry threw his school trunk into the car's trunk and then sat down with Hedwig in her cage in the backseat. Sky and Red sat next to him, and Harry kept taking small glances at the two. Shooter, who was going to be driving, noticed Harry stealing those glances and once again started to wonder on something. Tanner took her seat and then they were off to the train station. "Okay, so I've been to the train station, like a million times, and I've never seen a Platform 9 ¾." Tanner said. Harry shrugged and looked out the window, not knowing how to comment on what she said.

Harry looked around, standing with his trunk behind him and holding Hedwig's cage. Sky, Red, Tanner, and Shooter were all standing next to him where Platform 9 was. "See, it goes from 9 to 10. There is no three quarters." Red stated the obvious. They were just about to give up, when a huge family of red heads came up. The children, too, had trunks. Shooter took this opportunity to ask them how to get to Platform 9 ¾. "Excuse me, miss?" Who was obviously the mother, turned around with a huge smile on her face, "Yes?"

Shooter smiled in return, "We are new at this and my son needs to get to a... Platform 9 ¾. We don't know how to get there and all..." Shooter felt sort of stupid. "Well dear, it is simple. You just go through that there brick. My name's Molly Weasley." Shooter returned sentiments. "Fred, George, why don't you go through and show them how it is done?" Two twins ran forth with their trunks and disappeared beyond the brick. "See, it's nothing really. My youngest son is just starting too. Why don't you have your son give it a go and then you all go through?" Shooter thanked the woman and they went through. When they got to the other side, they were all wide eyed. Pointy hats and robes stole the scene from them.

"Well, Harry, I guess this is where we take our leave." Shooter hugged his son tightly, "Don't forget to write!" Harry laughed, his lip ring catching some light, "Don't worry dad, I promise I'll write." Tanner kissed Harry's forehead, "We'll all miss you! Oh, and behave!" She gave him a good stern look before melting her resolve and hugging him. Red and Sky said bye to him too and Harry walked away to go onto the train. That's when Shooter's thoughts just came at him full force with his talk with Harry, Red and Sky's shower doings, and Harry's reaction. His eyes widened, but then he softly chuckled to himself before waving at Harry through the train.

Harry walked carefully down the narrow aisle, looking through the glass to see what compartments were full or not. He finally found an empty compartment and sat down near the window. Hedwig hooted softly before tucking her head under her wing. Harry felt his pocket to make sure he still had a stash of wizard money on him. The train left and Harry thought for a moment that he was going to be alone before the door opened and a kid with red hair walked in, "May I sit here? The other compartments are full." Harry smiled, "Your mom was that nice lady, right?" The kid with red hair looked down with a smile before taking a seat, "Yeah, I suppose so. My name's Ron." He stuck out his hand. Harry did the same thing, "My names Harry." Ron looked up and saw the scar and his face went blank. "What's wrong?" asked Harry when he noticed Ron wasn't looking too well. "Your-your Harry Potter?!"

Harry looked at Ron, "Yes I am." Harry didn't know how else to respond. When Hagrid had taken him and Shooter through that pub with the witches and the wizards, they all had acted the same... like how Ron was acting. Harry decided to smile, but kept his mouth shut. Ron however didn't, "I've heard about you and there was a rumor that you were here and everything! I didn't believe it, but here you are!" Ron laughed a bit, "It's funny really. I never thought I'd meet someone famous. At the same time, it must be really dull for you, no?" When Harry only raised an eyebrow at Ron, Ron pulled at his collar and gulped, "See, what I mean is, everyone staring, and gushing, kinda like what I just did, you know?" At this, Harry nodded, "It does get annoying after awhile. I didn't even know I was a wizard up until my birthday and received my letter"

Ron's eyes were wide, "I've always known I was a wizard."

Okay, so yeah, I am highly surprised that I am able to update my fic, FINALLY! Normally, I'd be hard on those who update using laptops, but now I am a sympathizer. I mean, I have been forced to use one my whole vacation, and well, it isn't easy keeping signal which sometimes if I use it and am trying to save whatever I add on this site, I lose the signal and some of the information gets lost. uughhh, anyway, I have finally been able to get this up and I hope you all enjoy it! Please bear with me, I am one hundred percent positive now that my next update will be a week after August 12th. Thanks, and please don't forget to REVIEW!!
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