I am soooooo sorry! My exams have begun and I thought I could manage 'a chapter in a week' but I couldn't! I swear the next one's gonna pop up within a fortnight. Give me two weeks to get my stuff together. This chapter is knid of a filler but also has something here. Let's see if you can spot it!

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Strange, chapter 3 got half reviews compared to chapter 2…

I just published a new story – Forever. It's Percabeth!

Another one shot is going to come out. The theme is Christmas!

Disclaimer – I don't own the original works of HP. JKR does.

Words – 3082


The life at Burrow was extremely different from the Dursleys. The ghoul, who lived in the attic above Ron's room, would wake them all up at about six. Everyone would be up at around eight when Mrs. Weasely's breakfast scent wafted throughout the house. Ron would then take Harry and DJ around the house and fields.

There was more to magic than just learning how or why to do it. How to incorporate magic seamlessly into life was a new topic for Harry and DJ.

The mirror on top of the mantle actually hassled DJ about his unruly hair and not to follow in Harry's footsteps as the latter was already doomed to the untamable black 'thing' on his head.

The clock in the kitchen told where every member of the Weasely family where. Home, School, Work, Travelling, Abroad, Shopping, Gringotts, St. Mungo's, Safe, Mortal Peril and of course, Asleep.

Nine hands with the names of the family members engraved on them were positioned around.

Arthur Weasely's was currently at Work.

Bill Weasely's and Charlie Weasely's – the eldest children – were at Abroad.

The rest were pointing at home.

The days were never planned. Unlike the Dursleys, the Weaselys were unexpected and their days were filled with family banters, surprises and sibling and parental relationships on a saner level.

The first day Harry had woken up, he had been rather shocked to know that he had slept for nearly four hours. That had never happened for years. The Burrow was definitely a good place for him.

Breakfast was an eventful affair. The entire family would hog down Mrs. Weasely's food and Harry had to admit that it was every bit as good as the Hogwarts' dishes and Sally's homemade sweets and delicacies. Harry missed those.

After breakfast, the Weasely boys had shown the Potters the art of de-gnoming a garden. That had been exhilarating as the gnomes would flock up to see them throw their friends across the fence. DJ was hesitant at hurting them at first, but that went away as the first gnome sunk its tiny teeth into his palm. DJ was able to throw all his gnomes across a small tree stump further out the fields.

The days were spent in talking about the previous summers and topics before Hogwarts. They had later taken a few old brooms out the broom shed for some flying around the fields. As long as they didn't fly too high, Mrs. Weasely allowed them. Fred and George were delighted that DJ seemed to be as good as Harry at flying.

"You're a natural, DJ! You sure this is your first time?" Ron asked. DJ laughed. "It's not like I could fly around the orphanage. I don't think I have even touched a broom. For flying that is."

Harry frowned as he saw DJ make a steep curve causing Fred and George to whoop. DJ was good. His body was small enough to glide around with an old type of broom. Harry wasn't sure whether a human body should be this natural at leaving the ground to fly.

Or may be professional fliers were like this. But DJ wasn't a professional. Something about his way of flying made Harry a little wary.

But DJ never felt out of place among the family. He had taken around to talking to Ginny whenever he could. Harry saw that she would mumble back to him but whenever she saw Harry looking at her, or him catching her looking at him, she would blush and her hair would have sparks.

It made Harry think that she was an Elemental. But the family already has Ron. To have another would be extremely unheard of. But not improbable.

"It's not Ginevra." Harry heard her say on a bright evening. DJ nodded thoughtfully at that.

"Why does Ron call you that?" Harry asked. He stood behind them and Ginny and DJ jumped at his voice.

"Jeez! You're like a ghost! I didn't even hear you!" DJ complained. Harry raised an eyebrow at that. He looked at Ginny whose face was steadily turning red at the sight of him.

"Ron's an idiot." She mumbled and turned away. DJ and Harry shared a significant look. Suddenly, Ron's voice came from the kitchen.

"OI! Harry! You won't believe this!"

Harry blinked and went down the rickety stairs. He could smell the aroma of buns and felt his stomach growling. May be Mrs. Weasely actually added magic in her food…?

"Look at this! We got another Hermione over here! Or rather, let's hope Hermione doesn't turn into another Harry Potter!" Ron crowed.

"What are you talking about?" Harry frowned and stared at the red-head as he waved a Wizard magazine above his head. Harry snatched it away and read the article page-marked by Ron.

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Harry Potter – Upcoming Prodigy!

In a surprising turn of events, The Waffling Wizard/Witch Genius Award was won by none other than the infamous Boy-Who-Lived, Harry Potter, who will be attending Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry for his second year, this September. Mr. Potter's essay titled, 'Magical Theory and Practice' was placed in the highest order by the judges before they realized who the author was. Dennis Lambford, a highly revered ex-Transfiguration Professor of Hogwarts, had claimed the essay, a wonderful insight into how magic is thought by different people in our society.

Though a last minute entry, Mr. Potter had no intention of sending his essay to compete but was selected by Carter Waffling himself when he had visited Hogwarts a week into the Summer Holidays. The homework assignment had caught his attention at once.

What was most surprising was that the essay seemed to have been penned through years of experience on the matter whereas in fact, Mr. Potter has currently completed just one year of Magical Education. Waffling had declared The Boy-Who-Lived to be a prodigy in the learning and has high expectations for the young wizard. (Part of the essay can be read on page 16.)

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"Whoa!" DJ exclaimed as he leaned over Harry to read the article.

"Your homework material has 'Gold' written all over it!" Ron joked. Harry sighed.

"What's going on?" Percy Weasely asked, entering the room. He shot an uncertain look at the magazine in Harry's hand and said, "Oh. Well, congratulations."

"Thanks."

"You don't seem happy?"

"That essay wasn't a homework assignment. I had written it to McGonagall when I thought that magic was considered too biased by people. It didn't seem right."

Ron shrugged, "Well, this'll get them thinking."

"I suppose so…"

Ron frowned at Harry's lack of enthusiasm. But before he could say anything else, Mrs. Weasely walked in and announced, "Come on, you lot! Have a quick breakfast. We have to be in Diagon Alley in two hours!"

DJ and Ron raced into the kitchen. Mrs. Weasely chuckled and looked at Harry.

"There might be a prize for that." She said and Harry nodded.

"I'll get it after the shopping. The competition was held in Diagon Alley, right?"

"Yes. Congratulations. I'll try to read it when I have the time. You need to eat now. You're far too thin."

"I'm not thin. This is how I should look!" Harry argued half-heartedly. The woman just patted his shoulder kindly and said, "Yes, I'm just saying that you need more of an appetite."

"Like Ron?"

She laughed.


"Flew?" DJ asked when all the Weaselys and Potters had gathered around the fireplace after getting on their robes.

"F-L-O-O" Harry specified.

"Floo powder. We stand in the fireplace and throw it in and say out loud the name of our official destination." Arthur Weasely said.

"Why?"

"It's called flooing." Ginny murmured. She still wasn't looking at Harry and this was starting to irk him.

"I'll go first." Percy said and took a handful of the powder carefully. He stepped into the fireplace and said, "Diagon Alley!" Dropping the powder, there was a green light which almost exploded into their eyes.

Harry was the last to recover.

"That's awesome." DJ muttered staring into the empty space. Ginny reached in to the small flower pot for the powder.

"I'm next. I'm good with fire." She said. Ron rolled his eyes and gave a muffled snort. She glared at him and did the same thing as Percy. To Harry's shock, the fire glowed red before she vanished.

"Isn't it supposed to be green?!"

"Not for Ginny. She makes it what colour she wants." Fred said and he went next.

"Huh. Why is that?"

"You'll figure it out." Ron said. There was a gleam in his eyes and Harry was immediately wary.

George went after Fred and Harry hesitated before saying, "I'll go."

"Be careful. Hold your breath and tuck in your elbows. Say the words clearly and close your eyes when the flames come into effect. It won't hurt you, but the irritation is a bit irritating."

Harry nodded and took the powder. He stepped into the fireplace. It wasn't too hot. Taking one last look of DJ he said, "Diagon Alley!" and dropped the powder.

Harry's luck was usually rather bad. Depending on the situation, he would fall into the worst pit possible just because he was Harry.

Though this effect was intensified in Percy Jackson's presence, Harry Potter could very well manage to wind up in a half-hopeless situation on his own.

And vice-versa.

"Damn it!" Harry shouted. He had just closed his eyes when the ground below him gave away and he was spinning faster than when Percy pushed him onto a Merry-go round in Crescent park, years ago. His knee hit a grate, his head bumped against the top of the next opening and he fell hard on marble.

Blinking hard, he looked up to come face-to face with Albus Dumbledore.

The two wizards stared at each other for a few minutes before Harry said, "Good morning, sir. How has your holidays been?"

"Rather pleasant. Nice of you to drop by, Harry. Although, this isn't my home, but one would assume that you had decided to visit here because of my presence." The older wizard said lightly, clearly delighted to see him.

Harry blinked and got up, dusting himself off. He looked around and did a double-take. He was standing in a large hall made of black marble flooring and high blue coloured walls. It seemed to be an all-functioning building because many wizards hurried around with stacks of papers, folders, bags, in groups, discussing about jobs, magic, robes and muggles.

There was a large fountain in the centre of the area. It had a golden gleam over it. Over the fountain, there was a hovering ensemble of five statues connected at the base. The tallest was that of a wizard, whose stance was offensive in battle and of power, beside him was a witch with a glorious smile, her wand clasped gently. They were surrounded by the statues of a centaur, goblin and a house-elf, all three of which had expressions of devotion on their faces.

"Horrible." Harry muttered.

"I must say, I don't think there has ever been an accidental floo transportation for months. And I'm quite certain that no one had ever entered into the Ministry of Magic unintentionally." Dumbledore commented and Harry gaped at him.

"The Ministry of Magic?"

"Headmaster! I forgot! You need these notes as well!" A short pudgy man ran over to them, breathing hard. He gave Dumbledore two files and turned to Harry.

"Who…who are you? You're not supposed to be here! Or do you have an appointment?" He wiped away the sweat off his forehead. He looked to be in his forties, being almost bald. His small eyes seemed beady and Harry wondered if his Core was physical.

"I'm Harry. No, I do not have an appointment."

The man stared at him and Harry pushed his cap further down on his head. His hair had grown over the holidays and he had also received Mrs. Weasely's distress over it. The good part was that it covered his forehead.

"But – "

"It's okay, Walter, I'll take him back. He's one of my students. Harry, shouldn't you be in Diagon Alley?"

"Yes, sir."

"I'll drop you off. Give my regards to Cornelius, Walter." Dumbledore said and took Harry's shoulder to steer him back into the fireplace which he had just exited. Harry grimaced and took off his glasses.

He'd rather fly to Diagon Alley.

Traveling with Dumbledore wasn't as tedious as the first time. May be it was because Harry knew what to expect. Or maybe it was Dumbledore's way.

Harry stumbled out of the grate and rubbed his face off the soot. He looked around to see that they were in the Leaky Cauldron. The small pub seemed to be a bit busier than the last time he had come here.

"Molly will be going frantic." Dumbledore muttered. He pointed his wand at Harry and the soot fell off completely.

"I've only been gone for a few minutes." Harry pointed out. Dumbledore just smiled and said, "On another note, congratulations on winning–"

"I didn't enter! That essay was not homework! Professor." Harry added at the end.

"Carter didn't seemed to care about that. He was quite shocked at the message it sent."

"Message?" Harry whispered to himself. Dumbledore shook his head when Tom, the bar-tender made a gesture of offering something.

"And there they are." He said smiling at the open archway. Harry turned to see a flustered Mrs. Weasely hurry up to them.

"Oh Merlin! Harry, are you alright? When the boys said you hadn't arrived, I was so worried!"

She kept brushing his robe and Harry mumbled, "No, it's okay. I'm fine. The Headmaster helped me."

She looked up and blinked, "Oh, Albus! Thank you, it was his first time. Someone should have gone with him!"

"Where's DJ?" Harry asked looking around.

"Don't worry, they're waiting for you at the entrance."

After Dumbledore left, Mrs. Weasely ushered him towards Diagon Alley. Ron was the first person to spot Harry.

"Hey Harry! Where did you end up at?"

"Knockturn Alley?" George asked spinning around.

"No…The Ministry." Harry said looking around the entire place. It was almost as breathtaking at Hogwarts. DJ didn't even pay any attention to him as he kept asking Mr. Weasely about…well, everything.

"Seriously?!"

"Oh, Harry! Good!" Mr. Weasely said in relief. His wife was now brushing Harry's hair. In public.

"Um…Mrs. Weasely? I think my hair's fine…"

"It's much too long."

"It's always like that. It lives on its own." Harry said trying to explain. Ron laughed and shook his head.

"Where to now?"

Mr. Weasely looked around and said, "I'm taking you and Daniel to Gringotts. The others are heading towards Southside Diagon Alley first. We already have our money."

"I can take him, Mr. Weasely." Harry said. He wanted to show DJ everything the family owned.

"It might take a while."

The man looked surprised, "Are you sure? Harry, I think you'll be more comfortable with me."

Harry shook his head. He knew the exact way towards both vaults. He wanted it to be a sole Potter scene.

"We can manage ourselves, Mr. Weasely."

He hesitated but Mrs. Weasely cut in, "You're not going in their alone! You could get lost!"

"No, I won't. I remember the way." Harry said easily and she stared at him.

"But, the Goblins may not appreciate it if they don't see adult humans." She said albeit lamely. Harry blinked.

"I read about them. They'll let me in. I'm head of my family."

That shut Mrs. Weasely up. Suddenly Harry could see a bit of moisture in her eyes and regretted saying it.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Weasely, I know to be polite to them. I just want to show DJ everything of ours. It may take a while. We'll head straight for Madame Malkin's when we get out." Harry said in a softer voice.

She sighed.

Mr. Weasely saw them off the steps towards the large white building.

"You said Goblins?" DJ asked as they climbed up. Harry patted his shoulder.

"They're smart and cunning. Don't underestimate them. They have magic much different than what we use. It's actually quite fascinating. There are only a handful of humans who show genuine respect to them."

DJ found the rhyme/message threatening to say the least. But the interior of the building took his breath away.

They walked up to the highest counter like the last time and Harry cleared his throat to get the old goblin's attention. He was the same one as before.

"Yes?" The goblin asked without looking up.

"We wish to draw use our trust fund and vault." Harry said. The goblin looked up and frowned.

"Key, please?"

DJ watched as Harry took out a small golden key and handed it to the goblin.

"Gornuk!" He called and they went towards the set of gold double doors.

"I wasn't expecting this…" DJ mumbled as he stared at the dark tracks and cart.

"Scared?" Harry asked. DJ snorted and climbed in.

Harry was keeping track of the directions when the cart took an unexplained right.

"The path's different than last time!" He asked Gornuk. The goblin stared at him shrewdly before saying, "Each time is different. There are various tracks to one vault."

"It's a maze." Harry mumbled. DJ laughed aloud as they passed a steep curve and then stopped abruptly.

"That's ours?" He asked Harry as they climbed out.

"You haven't even seen what's inside and you're spell-bound? Pun not intended."

"What's a pun?"

"Pun, or paronomasia, is a form of word play to give a rhetorical effect to the conversation, comment or remark."

DJ stared at him, spell-bound.

"Words which have double meanings."

"Oh! Yeah."

Gornuk opened the vault and Harry walked in. The two piles were untouched from last time.

"All that is family money?!" DJ asked shocked.

"No. It's for our schooling. We have the family vault separately. This is the trust fund and that pile's yours."

"Mine? What the hell should I do with it?"

"Buy stuff."

Harry said and took the pouch which he had bought for DJ.

"This is yours. These gold coins are galleons."

Harry explained the system and let DJ take a limited amount from his set while he filled his own pouch.

"Family vault too?" DJ asked.

"Yes." Harry shot a look at Gornuk who mumbled something in Gobbledegook. The second year made it a point to learn it.


Hope it was good enough. I'm actually gonna keep these stories short till Harry and Percy get together again. And for any confused parties, it's not going to be a Slash. Most main characters are cannon except when my OCs are concerned.

My new tactic. Question of the day!

In Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Titan's Curse, what commonality did Percy, Annabeth and Luke acquire after taking the Curse?

Stay tuned for more!

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