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Welcome back my soothsayer, for someone who claims to hate my lame story you seem to still be coming back, and I may be stubborn to change my ideas and fic, but noone is forcing you to read it. So either stick around and continue to bad mouth my story, or leave, really makes no difference. Thank you for those who agreed with me, and even those who didn't. Also thanks for reminding me about that rule. And also I welcome criticism as long as it's constructive and the person doesn't tell me to just give up and abandon my fics.

Now for those who care...on with the story!

Chapter Seven:

July 16th: evening

The Party

Harry had been working on his song for an hour when he threw it aside. He decided to spend the next few hours, before the party, playing on the playstation. He was on Level 20 of Spyro the Dragon, when he realized the party was in half an hour. Harry grabbed a pair of black jeans, ripped the tags off them and quickly changed. He then Pulled on a black tee with the logo, my life sucks written in gothic, red letters. He finished off his appearance with his new sunglasses and the man-jewelry Trinity had convinced him to buy.

He grabbed his wand and placed it in a side pocket that was large enough to securely and discreetly hold it. As he was about to leave the hotel room he turned back and grabbed a baseball cap with the band name Disturbed written on it, and placed it backwards on his head.

He took the elevator to the ground floor, and walked outside to the parking lot. He made his way over his motorcycle and climbed on to it. And Harry was soon off, the sun was quickly setting behind the large buildings. It was kind of hard to keep the hat situated on his head with the wind whipping past him, but he some how managed it.

Harry arrived at the address Jason had given him. 143 River Drive.

"What the..." Harry pulled off his sun glasses, it was a large warehouse, long ago deserted if the boarded up windows were any indication. There was a parking garage a few buildings down, a few teenager girls in little-to-no clothes exited and headed towards the old building. Harry grabbed his cell phone and went into his phonebook and dialed Trinity's number.

RING. RING.

"Speak," Came Trinity's voice, a heavy metal song playing in the background. Harry could hardly hear her.

"Where are you?" Harry asked as he parked his motorcycle in the parking garage.

"Where are you?" She asked, suddenly the music cut off and Harry could hear her perfectly.

"I'm making my way towards the building," said Harry as he ventured onto the sidewalk and walked leisurely towards the boarded-up warehouse.

"I'll meet you in the entrance," She said briskly as she hung up. Harry slipped his phone back into his pocket and walked up to the door and waited. A few minutes later the metal, and heavily chained door opened. Harry saw Trinity exit the building, she was now sporting neon green hair. She had on a black tube top that showed off her midriff, showing a pierced bellybutton and a small tattoo of a half moon smiling and winking on the left side of it. She was wearing a pair of black shorts that had ribbons crisscrossing down her legs and disappearing into her knee high, black heeled boots.

"You look great," she said while grabbing his arm and dragging him into the building.

"I was about to tell you the same," said Harry as he was dragged in front of a large, beefy, and heavily tattooed man.

"Cliff, meet Harry. Harry, Cliff." The man grunted. She handed him a wad of cash, while adding in a small whisper to Harry, "He likes you!"

Harry looked at her incredulously and whispered back, as his hand was stamped with a jeweled elephant (that only showed up under a black light), "Where do you meet these people!" She laughed and dragged him into another room, the music was blaring, before he hadn't heard a thing. They stood on a landing overlooking the dance floor, shaky metal stairs headed downward to his left.

Trinity must have seen his shocked expression and yelled over the music "SILENCING CHARM!"

Harry nodded dumbly as he registered what he was seeing. There were hundreds of teenagers here. All were sporting different hair colors, and a large variation of clothing. The girls he saw earlier were overdressed compared to other girls on the dance floor.

There was a bar in the far right corner, while couches and chairs littered the left side. Colorful lights spun around from the ceiling lighting the dance floor, a half dozen strobe lights were aimed at the teens as they dance provocatively. Almost everyone had light sticks, they were all covered in sweat as the smoke machines covered the first few inches of the ground so it looked as if they were dancing on a cloud.

Harry looked at Trinity in shock, "I THOUGHT YOU SAID WE WERE GOING TO A SMALL PARTY?"

She laughed, "WHAT'S WRONG? NEVER BEEN TO A RAVE BEFORE?" She grabbed his arm and led him down the stairs. "COME ON, EVERYONE'S WAITING." Harry could barely hear her as she led him through the throng of the crowd. He didn't know who she meant by everyone, and he wasn't able to even ask. She pulled him up to the bar and screamed her order to the bartender, a portly woman who was sweating. "DEVIL'S ADVOCATE."

"Und fuer den Jungen?" Asked the woman in a heavy German accent. Trinity looked back at Harry expectantly. Harry just looked back at her as though she grew another head.

"HE'LL HAVE THE SAME!" screamed Trinity turning back towards the woman.

The woman laughed heartily. Der Junge sieht nicht aus, als ob er damit umgehen koennte!"

"The boy does not look like he can handle it!"

Trinity snapped her eyes from Harry to the Woman, she rebutted in a scathing tone, "Der Junge wird es dir zeigen!"

"The boy will show you!"

The woman smiled evilly as she replied, "Es ist sofort fertig." The woman disappeared from their sight.

"It will be right up."

"What was that about?" Asked Harry in Trinity's ear.

"She doubted you could handle it," Trinity said smiling slyly at Harry, "I defended you, don't let me down."

"How do you know German?" Asked Harry

"My mother's great-grandmother's Aunt's best friend taught me it," She said, "I'm quite fluent, I also know Spanish and French. I want to travel the world when I graduate." The woman came back, two shot glasses that were blood red. Harry eyed his shot glass apprehensibly.

"What's in this?" asked Harry examining the glass, the woman watching with a smirk.

"You don't want to know, just close your eyes, bend back your head, and drink up!" She picked up her shot and downed in a swift movement.

"Er- is this a bad time to tell you I've never drank alcohol before?" Asked Harry, he closed his eyes and downed the drink, it burned his throat as it streamed down it. His eyes began to water, and he gasped as he finished the drink. His gasp was lost into the music, the small tears streaming out of his still closed eyes were lost in the dark. Harry, due to the burning throat, missed the exchange between Trinity and the bartender. But when Harry opened his eyes he saw Trinity yelling at her. Although she had to scream in order for the woman to hear her, Harry saw through her actions towards her were quite vulgar. Although Harry was British he very well knew what the middle finger meant. He caught, although he didn't understand it, the last bit of their exchange.

"KUESS MEINEN HINTERN!" Screamed the bartender.

"Kiss my ass!"

"BEUGE DICH VOR UND ZEIG MIR DEN PUNKT!"Screamed Trinity. Harry placed his hand on Trinity's shoulder.

"Bend over and show me the spot!"

"What's going on?" Harry asked quickly as he steadied her. She turned towards Harry and spotted the empty shot in his hand and smiled brightly.

"Verdammt will ich sein," Said the bartender staring at Harry for a second, "Freie Drinks fuer den Rest der Nacht."

"I will be damned," "Free drinks the rest of the night!"

"Verdammt richtig, der Junge wird mit allem fertig!" Trinity said triumphantly and proudly. How she managed to distinguish them both was beyond Harry.

"Damn right, the boy can handle anything!"

The woman, however got a triumphant smile as she added snidely, "Stimmt das?"

"Is that right?"

Trinity turned back towards the bartender and said, "Zur Hoelle, ja," as she smiled slightly.

"Hell yes!"

"Ich nehme die Herausforderung an, Teufelsgebraeu-Challenge!" The bartender turned and startedto ring a large brass bell.

"I will take you up on that, DEVIL'S BREW CHALLENGE!"

"Oh, shit," said Trinity as her smile faded. The music faded and spot lights fell onto the bartender who started to scream out rules in English to the silent crowd.

"What the Hell is happening?" Asked Harry in a hurried whisper to Trinity.

"Sorry?" she said biting her lower lip. And looking at him in an apologetic way.

"What did you do?" Harry asked with wide eyes as people cheered and moved to open up a large ring around Harry and Trinity.

"Don't worry, I'll do it with you," she said her lower lip trembling.

"What exactly am I doing?" Asked Harry scathingly.

"Ummm...," The woman laid out two large glasses and started filling it with different alcohol, she was spinning the bottles as she poured the liquid. Harry caught a few labels, Sherry; Whisky; Vodka; Orange Juice; and Tabasco Sauce. Harry turned back to Trinity.

"All you have to do is drink it all in one go, don't throw up, and don't pass out, Easy," she said as the bartender set the drinks on fire.

"Seid ihr Kleinen veraengstigt?" Taunted the bartender.

"Scared little ones?"

"YOU WISH!" Yelled Trinity as she grabbed both drinks, handed one to Harry, and clinked his glass, "Cheers!"

Harry took a deep breath, the drink still ablaze, and downed it. If he thought the Devil Advocate was bad, he was sorely mistaken. There was no taste at first, just a unmistakable feeling as though he had just drank molten lava. It scorched his throat as is flowed down it, Harry vision blurred and he was burning up. The sweat started pouring down his hair so it flattened it, luckily his hat covered this up.

The room felt as though it was spinning, he had to close his eyes in order to steady himself. His stomach lurched as the final drops singed his throat. He closed his mouth tightly, as he felt the vomit in the back of his throat and tasted it on the back of his tongue. It took all the will power he had to force it back down. He was deaf to the thundering cheers around him. The taste was now full force, it was unlike anything he ever had before, combined with the vomit taste, it was unbelievably awful.

"Harry, you alright?" whispered Trinity, her voice was hoarse and it looked as though it pained her to talk as Harry steadied his gaze at her. He nodded, but stopped quickly because it brought the vomit back to his throat. He forced it back down as he whispered back.

"I need to sit down," she smiled slightly as she turned back to the bar.

"Two Virgin Mary's," She said as she smiled triumphantly at the woman who was scowling. "And our Money!" The woman was muttering in German, in what was undoubtably curse words as she made the drinks, she then reached into the register and pulled out a large stack of hundreds. She slammed the money on the counter and set the drinks down harder than necessary so some slopped over the sides. Trinity grabbed the money and drinks and led Harry towards the couches. He was near vomiting again as he received back slaps and kisses on his cheek from people he passed all congratulating him. Harry wearily sat down on a large plush couch, Trinity sank next to him. The music had started up again and it was hard to distinguish where one person stopped and another began.

"$300," She laughed as she handed him three hundred dollar bills. "Here drink this," Harry could barely raise his eyebrow. "Don't worry, it's alcohol free."

Harry held the glass and stared at Trinity. "Look, I'm sorry. Sometimes I speak before I think. But you're alright, and you held your own." She smiled weakly. Harry glared at her, for a brief second.

Suddenly they were surrounded.

"Dude that was awesome!" exclaimed Jason as he sat down on the couch across from Harry. "I blew chunks when I tried it."

"That's cause you're a wimp," said Mya simply as she plopped down next to Jason.

Jessica sat her self down on the arm of the couch on the other side of Jason. "That's not fair, nearly everyone does, you passed out if I remember correctly."

Mya glared at her, "Let she who hath tried it, throw the first stone."

Jessica rolled her eyes, "You know I don't drink alcohol, besides someone has to drive your sorry ass's home."

"Leave Jessica alone," said Jason sharply.

"Oh yes, here comes her defender, shall I unsheathe your sword for you?" Mocked Mya.

"Jason likes Jessica, while Mya likes Jason, Jessica...,"Trinity whispered to Harry, "Well lets say she made a life changing decision a few years ago, that she has decided to keep, in the closet so-to-speak." She smiled slightly.

"Oh," said Harry looking at her with wide eyes, "I swear she was flirting with me earlier."

"She over compensates, doesn't want to tip them off," shrugged Trinity nodding a little in the three's direction, they were still arguing. "She's the smart one of the group. Never skipped class or did anything rebellious before I met her."

"Really, I pegged you as the smart one," said Harry slyly.

"Me?" she laughed, "Hardly, I'm street smart, not book smart. Any trivial info needed see me, anything to do with books and the like, see Jessica." She laughed again, "Really I only look for info that can help me break rules, that's why I learned to be a metamorphmagus." She smiled evilly. "Jessica, actually gave me the idea the day we met."

"Really?" Asked Harry as he reminded himself to ask about those books she promised to lend him.

"Yeah," she said and recounted the tale.

FLASHBACK

LIBRARY: 3 YEARS PREVIOUS

Jessica was sitting alone at a table in the large library surrounded by a couple of dozen books. Trinity came rushing by and says quickly,"You didn't see me!" She quickly hides behind a large shelf. Two seconds later a portly woman with graying, black hair came rushing in through the library doors. She quickly spotted Jessica sitting all alone and stormed over to her.

"Have you seen Trinity Mason?" Her eyes darting around suspiciously like she would suddenly make a bolt for the door.

"No, Professor," Jessica shook her head. The woman seemed to swell with suppressed anger as she stormed out of the library in search of her prey.

Trinity emerged from the stacks and sat down next to Jessica, "Thanks, I would never guess you would lie. Teacher's pet and all."

Jessica glared at her, "I'm not a teacher's pet!" She sighed loudly. "Besides, I didn't lie, I have no idea who Trinity Mason is."

"Ah, a technicality... I know them well," Trinity smiled, "Names Trinity, but I believe you've already deduced it." Jessica rolled her eyes and nodded in agreement. "So what are you doing?" She picked up one of the open tomes. "The History of Metamgi?" Trinity set the book back down and picked up another, "The art of self transfiguration?" She picked up another one, "Changing your appearance: An Aurors guide?"

"I'm writing an extra credit essay for Professor Mickdell," She glanced at Trinity as though daring her to comment on it, Trinity smiled slightly but held her tongue. "So why were you running from Professor Avonty?"

Trinity shrugged lightly, "I filled her office with shaving cream."

"What?" Asked Jessica sharply.

Trinity sighed, "I know, it wasn't very original," she said disappointedly but added in a brighter tone, "But, it was effective all the same."

"Why?" Asked Jessica with wide eyes, her mouth slightly open.

"I was bored," she shrugged again, a bell rang in the distance, "So... what are you doing now?"

Jessica was packing up her books, "I've got to get to Potions."

"Skip it," Trinity said brightly.

"WHAT? No, I don't skip." Said Jessica abashed.

"Come on, Potions is boring. Besides me and a couple of friends are going to hang out in town, it'll be fun," said Trinity. As she stood up and stretched her arms.

"And you want me to come?" asked Jessica suspiciously.

Trinity laughed a little, "Yeah, come on... it'll be fun. Besides there's a sub in Potions today, Professor Saundry's in the infirmary," Jessica raised an eyebrow, "Food poisoning." The slight glint in Trinity's eye suggested she had something to do with it.

"I can't, I'll get in trouble," said Jessica slightly disappointed.

"That's what makes it fun!" Said Trinity brightly.

"I don't...," started Jessica.

"Oh, come on," Trinity grabs Jessica's arm and drags her from the library.

END FLASHBACK

Harry smiled as she finished. "Shaving Cream?"

"Sure, pick the negative aspect of the story to dwell on," said Trinity rolling her eyes.

"Always," laughed Harry, he looked back towards the three, they had ceased arguing and were now pointing randomly and commenting on peoples outfits.

"Now, she's too fat for that," said Mya in a disgusted tone.

"She's got no boobs, how's she holding up that top, Duct tape?" Asked Jason Curiously.

"She's got some, their just really small," said Jessica eyeing the girl critically.

Harry turned back towards Trinity, "So you're the rule breaker, Jessica's the bookworm, what are they?" He nodded back towards Jason and Mya.

"Mya, ah now there's a funny meeting, see if you can guess," Trinity started the tale.

FLASHBACK

CHARMS CLASSROOM: 4 ½ YEARS PREVIOUS

The class had just been randomly seated by an unknown charm. Trinity was sitting next to a girl she only knew by reputation as a "Drama Queen."

"Miss Gilmore where is your Essay?" asked Professor Simpson.

"Well sir, ahem funny story," Mya bit her lower lip. Trinity heard a fellow classmate whisper to their neighbor "I wonder what today's story will be" small giggles were barely audible. Professor Simpson raised an eyebrow slightly. "You see I finished my essay, and rolled it up and placed it on my desk. Then I decided to write to my pen-pal, she lives in Alaska... well I sort of put my letter next to my essay, and my owl kinda took both scrolls."

"Well, I really don't...," Started Professor Simpson in a unbelieving tone.

Suddenly Mya turned deadly serious, "But that's not what's wrong. You see my owl, my little Loki, hasn't returned yet. She's been gone for over a week, it usually only takes her two-maybe three days tops. And Megan, that's my pen-pal, would have sent her straight back with my essay seeing the mistake."

"Miss Gilmore I...," tried Professor Simpson.

Mya started to turn Hysterical, "What if he's hurt? A lot can happen to an owl going that far. It's cold in Alaska... what if he's dead?"

"I doubt...," Professor Simpson suddenly looked uncomfortable.

Tears started falling freely down Mya's cheeks, and through choking gasps she continued, "My... owl... is... a... popsicle!" She let out a small gasp of horror, as she hurriedly continued, tears still falling, "Frozen! He's dead...how can I continue to live with the knowledge, or lack-there-of, that my dear little friend somewhere frozen to death. Years from now muggle archeologists will uncover him in a block of ice, carrying my essay." She starts to hyperventilate, "It's all my fault, my poor little Loki, an owl popsicle... AN... OWL... POPSICLE!" She covered her eyes and her shoulders were shuddering with sobs, "My grandmother gave him to me for getting accepted here, and a week later she...sob DIED! The last thing she gave me and I've killed him, all because of a STUPID CHARMS ESSAY! I'M A MURDERER! I'VE KILLED MY POOR LITTLE LOKI! HE'S A POPSICLE! AN OWL POPSICLE!" Mya's head hit her table witha resolute thump, the entire classroom was quite as they all stared at Mya's shuddering figure.

"Oh, my...Miss Gilmore, are you alright dear?" Asked the Professor hesitantly. The only response was high pitched gasps coming from Mya's direction. "Umm... don't worry about the essay dear, you can have an extension... Miss Mason, might you escort Miss Gilmore back to her room?"

"Umm... of course, Professor," said Trinity. As she helped Mya the Professor whispered to Trinity "Make sure she doesn't hurt herself." Trinity nodded as she led Mya out the door. They were a good deal away from the classroom when Mya suddenly stopped crying.

"That was fun!" Said Mya brightly.

Trinity stared at her, shook her head and laughed, "Names Trinity," she held out her hand. "So now that you've gotten us out of Charms, what do you want to do?"

Mya took her hand and shook it, "Mya as you already know, and I've no clue."

"Come on, we'll think of something," said Trinity. "By the way, you'd make a great actress."

END FLASHBACK

Harry laughed heartily, "You're joking!"

"Nope, and that's just the beginning. She's the one who gets us out of detention mostly. She can cry on cue," Trinity smirked evilly.

"Ok so you're the troublemaker, Jessica's the smart one, and Mya's the get-out-of-jail-free card, so what's that make Jason?" Asked Harry looking over towards the small group again. They were making their way onto the dance floor.

"He's our impetuous youth," Harry raised an eyebrow, "He's a daredevil, or so he says," She smiled slyly.

FLASHBACK

SCHOOL ROOF: 4 YEARS PREVIOUS: NOON

Trinity was up on the roof reading a book to escape from the noise of the school, plus she loves the height. She was blocked from sight behind the old, brick chimney. That would explain why Jason didn't see her when he arrived.

He was carrying a large, rope-like thing that he rigged one end to a nearby smokestack and the other his leg, he climbed up on to the roof ledge and muttered to himself "This is going to be so great" he rubbed his hands together.

"What are you doing?" Asked Trinity emerging from her spot and walking over to him.

He stumbled somewhat in surprise, but quickly steadied himself as he cried out, "Don't Do That!"

"Do what?" She asked innocently, although her eyes danced mischievously.

"Scare someone standing on a ledge of a very tall building!" He said indignantly.

She smiled slightly, "Are you about to kill yourself? Might I suggest moving up higher."

He scowled at her, "NO! I'm not about to kill myself, but thanks for that," he replied scathingly.

"No problem," she replied lightly, "So out of curiosity, what are you doing?"

He sighed loudly, "Not that it's any of your business, but I'm about to bungee jump of the school."

She raised an eyebrow, "Bungee jump...Oh that muggle sport where you jump off something high and hope this thin, rubber rope holding you doesn't suddenly snap and you plummet to your quick, yet painful death, right?"

"Um... yeah," He replied somewhat hesitantly.

"You know, I heard over half the people that try this end up paralyzed or dead," she replied happily as she looked over the edge of the building.

"Really?" He asked watching her closely as she spit her gum out and watched it fall.

"Yeah," she smiled up at him, "I mean think about it. The only thing that is between you and a very painful landing is this oversized rubber band that was not set up by a professional, and in all likely hood was set up incorrectly. I mean really, did you actually know what you were doing? Are you sure it's properly grounded?"

He looked back at the smokestack, then back to her, "Um... well not really."

"So you're not sure it's safe and there are pointy, jagged rocks awaiting to cushion your fall if anything goes wrong," she asked curiously, again looking down at the ground.

He looks down, he seemed to grow paler each second, he took a deep breath and said quietly, "Maybe, I shouldn't be doing this."

"So now you're chickening out?" Asked Trinity mockingly.

"Wait, you just said..." he started, but she cut across him.

"I was just trying to understand what you were doing," She said shrugging.

"But..." he trailed off.

"I really hate guys that chicken out. You know what, perhaps all you need is a push in the right direction," she pushed him roughly off the ledge.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH..." His scream could have been heard miles away.

The rope tightened and held the weight, "What do you know, it didn't break." She said laughing slightly as she looked at the upside-down, bobbing figure.

"A little help here!" he called up to her.

"How were you planing on getting back up before?" she called down to him.

He blanched and she turned to walk away towards the door, "Hey, where are you going?"

"I'll see you in detention," she called turning to look back down at him, "By the way, Name's Trinity." She left just as two teachers came rushing past her.

END FLASHBACK

Harry was laughing, "You...are...evil!" he said in between gasps of air.

She sighed contentedly, "I know!"

"Hey are you two going to come dance or what?" called Mya as she made her way over to them.

"I don't dance," replied Harry quickly.

Mya frowned, "Oh come on, it's not hard, it's just like sex."

Harry blushed a deep crimson as he looked at Mya in shock. She was laughing, "Oh Harry, you're to easy..." Trinity was laughing slightly also. Harry glared at them both, which was a hard feat since they were on either side of him.

The music suddenly shut off, and the lights quickly returned to normal fluorescent lighting of an office building.

"POLICE! NOBODY MOVE!" Shouted an officer as he and about twenty cops came bursting through the door. Everybody stopped for a brief second, then pandemonium rang out. People, mainly girls screamed and everybody ran for the few exits. The bartender disappeared through a door behind the bar, while Cliff was nowhere to be seen. Harry made to get up, but Trinity stopped him, "You'll only make it worse, besides we're minor's!" she shouted over the noise. So Harry sat there next to Trinity, Mya had disappeared pushed away with the scramble to the doors.

The police officer found them just sitting there, The room empty except for twenty or so people captured, among them were Mya, Jason, and Jessica. All were fighting against the officer's that were arresting them.

"Is that necessary?" Trinity suddenly asked as the officer pulled out a pair of handcuffs, "I mean we'll go quietly." The officer considered her for a minute before nodding. She and Harry stood up and followed the officers dragging their friends.

"ATTICA! ATTICA!" Screamed Mya as she was led out.

"POLICE BRUTALITY! POLICE BRUTALITY!" Screamed Jessica as the officer tightened his grip on her arm.

"JUSTICE WILL BE SERVED! VENGEANCE WILL BE MINE! YOU'LL ALL BE SORRY!" Screamed Jason as he too was pushed out the door.

"I swear, I can't take them anywhere," said Trinity as she and Harry climbed into the back of the squad car.

POLICE STATION...

(a/n: there sitting on one side of the table in this order: Mya, Trinity, Harry, Jason, Jessica.)

"Name?"

"Trinity Mason."

"Age?"

"16."

"Address?"

"NONEYA..."

"Excuse me?"

"None ya business,"

"Miss, tell me your address!"

"No, I know my rights. And don't even bother asking anymore questions."

"Name?"

"Mya Gilmore."

"Age?"

"15, almost 16."

"Address?"

"I'm unable to recall."

"What?"

"I forget..."

"Name?"

"Jessica Smith."

"Age?"

"Just turned 16 last week."

"Address?"

"What was the question?"

"What's your address?"

"I plead the fifth."

"Excuse me?"

"If I tell you, you'll call my parents, therefore incriminating me in illegal activities,"

"Name?"

"Name!"

"What is your name BOY!"

"Jason Jones."

"Age?"

"16."

"Address?"

"Don't have one."

"What are you homeless?"

"If I tell you, I will be..."

"Name?"

"Harry Po..Jameson."

"What?"

"Harry Jameson."

"Age?"

"I'll be 16 in 2 weeks."

"Address?"

"Number 4 Privet Drive, Surrey, England."

"What?"

"Here on vacation, sir."

"Oh, where are you staying?"

"I'm afraid that information's classified."

Harry watched as the officer threw down his pen in frustration. He'd been at this for nearly half an hour. The five teenagers were sitting in a interrogation room, they insisted on being put together or they wouldn't talk at all.

The man walked out of the room while muttering, "Insufferable teenagers..."

Harry tapped his fingers on the table in front of him.

"Why doesn't Harry just blast us out of here, he can do magic legally, right?" Asked Jason hopefully.

"Brilliant plan," said Harry dryly, "And how bad would it be when ministry officials show up?"

"Oh, right..." said Jason deflating slightly.

"Well, I'm not calling my parents," said Jessica slightly hysterical, "They'll kill me!"

"Mine too,"said Jason.

"As will mine," Said Mya.

"Mine are out of town," Said Trinity.

"So we're stuck?" Asked Harry tapping his fingers.

"Yeah... wait Harry, can't you call Karen?" asked Jason suddenly.

"Well I could... hey how do you know Karen?" Asked Harry suspiciously.

"Name was in your phone, dude," he smiled evilly, "She your girlfriend or something?"

"No, just a friend..." Harry trailed off, he really didn't want to call her. She was a wild card. He couldn't predict her reaction. She was quite cheerful when she found him at the airport, and after she found out he left without notifying anyone she was understanding, but this...but did he have a choice? Luckily they were only being detained, and not arrested, so they were not relieved of their possessions. Harry removed his cell, and quickly found her number.

RING.RING.RING.

"You've reached the number you've dialed," came the recordings voice Great. Just Great. "Leave a message, that will most likely be ignored." BEEP

"Er...Karen, it's Harry. My friends and I need a ride, if you could hurry to the corner of Washington and 9th it's kind of an emergency, we're in the building with the large sign that say's Police Station. Thanks." Harry hung up and set the phone down, the others burst out laughing.

"It was the machine," said Harry shrugging. "Don't know when she'll get it."

"Dude that was..." started Jason.

What Harry was he didn't find out, because the door suddenly opened and a woman with long black hair, pulled back into a ponytail, walked in carrying a notebook, pen, and a small recorder. She was about thirty, or so Harry thought as she sat down across from them. She smiled sweetly, a smile that reminded Harry of Umbridge. Harry absently rubbed the back of his scared hand.

"Hi, I'm Patricia Wellington, I'm here to talk to you tonight," Patricia said in a sickly, sweet voice.

It was laced with false cheer and patronizing tones.

"Are you a cop?" Asked Mya.

"You don't look like a cop," said Jason looking her over.

"Please, she wouldn't last a minute on the street," Said Trinity looking mildly interested at the woman.

The woman smiled again, this time it was quite forced, "No, I'm not a cop. But I do work for them, I'm a psychiatrist."

"Why do we need to talk to you?" Asked Harry scathingly. He did not like this woman at all.

The woman looked at him, apparently shocked by his tone. "The Captain felt you were quite secretive about where you live, and would like me to talk to you to make you feel more comfortable."

"Not going to happen," replied Harry leaning back into his chair, and crossed his arms. "You might as well leave." She shook her head, and wrote something down in her notebook.

"So how was the party?" She asked brightly.

"Fine, until the boys-in-blue decided to crash it," Said Trinity sarcastically.

The woman made another note. "So, why won't you tell us where you live?"

"It's none of your business," Said Jason acidly.

"Hmm... not a trusting bunch, I see," She made a few more notes. "How about you tell me something about yourselves?"

"I hate you," said Trinity.

"I don't trust you," said Mya.

"I don't like your clothes," said Jessica.

"I agree with all the above," said Jason.

"I hate your voice," said Harry as his chair fell back on all four legs with a resounding thump. "It makes me sick to my stomach, you remind me of this evil teacher I had, and she ended up in the hospital wing..." said Harry glaring at the woman. Harry could see Trinity holding back laughter, while Jason, who was sitting on Harry's other side, was smirking quite broadly.

"Well," she laughed nervously, "I'm far from evil. Tell me more about this teacher. What was her name."

"Do you want her real name, or the nickname the students gave her?" Asked Harry sweetly. Harry didn't like this woman at all, he didn't care if he was rude, and frankly he was kinda drunk at the moment, or close to it.

"Her real name will suffice," she replied just as sweetly.

"Umbridge." said Harry leaning back in his chair again. "But, she retired rather suddenly at the end of the year, and only after her first year teaching, don't know where she is, noone does..." Trailed off Harry.

The woman was writing rather furiously as Harry looked up at the water-stained ceiling. "Umm... so tell me more about your past."

Harry dropped down again and looked her straight in the eyes and with the serious expression he could muster he said, "But then I'd have to kill you."

She stared at him for a few seconds, the quickly wrote a few more notes.

"What the hell are you writing?" Asked Trinity as she leaned over and snatched the book out of her hands. Patricia yelped and mad a grab for it, but Trinity tossed it to Jason.

"I'm a follower? You've talked to me for a grand total of a minute and believe me incapable of being the leader of this little group?" He asked, she lunged for the book, but he tossed it to Mya.

"I'm self destructive? Where the hell did you get that from?" Asked Mya as she tossed it back to Jason, who tossed it to Jessica.

"What do you mean, Low-self respect?" Jessica asked scathingly as she tossed the notebook back to Mya who tossed it to Trinity.

"Ah she has me pegged, Leader of the group and a bitch to boot!" She laughed slightly, "Exact words..." She read further down as she danced out of Patricia's reach. "Oh, Harry...She doesn't seem to like you...Violent nature... threatens without saying as much... sociopath. Why Harry I had no idea." Trinity looked up at Harry as Patricia grabbed her notebook from Trinity. Harry who had made no move from his chair looked placidly at the woman.

"Trust me, if I wanted to, you'd already be dead," said Harry innocently. "But, that doesn't mean I won't want it in the future," He added as an afterthought.

The woman paled slightly, "Well, um... back to your school, why don't you tell me about it."

"What's to tell? It's your average run-of-the-mill school. You've got your teachers. The students. The unbelievable danger lurking in the nearby forest. And the constant threat of death from your fellow classmates...really it's quite ordinary," Harry smiled happily at the woman who stopped writing. "But the best bit is that you can never guess what's going to happen next, but I guess that's what you'd expect with the territory."

"And what territory would that be?" Asked the woman who started to write again.

"Oh being a wizard, or witch," Said Harry off-handedly. He saw the others tense in the corner of his eyes.

"A wizard...," said Patricia slowly. She most likely thought Harry joking.

"Yes, magic's real. Didn't you know? We're all magical," he indicated to the others, "But not all witches and wizards are good, oh no. See we're currently in a war at the moment, with a dark wizard named Voldemort" he felt the others tense at the name. "He likes to kill, and he really doesn't like me..." Harry could almost see the woman's brain working, deciding if Harry was joking, delusional, drunk, or maybe all three. He laughed silently to himself, he would probably regret this later, but it was too much fun at the moment. Who knew telling the truth would be so entertaining.

"Yeah, he wasn't always bad, he went to the same school as I do, but went by a different name back then, Tom Marvolo Riddle," Harry stared intently at the woman, "you see it's actually an anagram for I AM LORD VOLDEMORT."

"So this Voldemort, does he hurt you? Or perhaps tell you to do things," Asked the woman hesitantly and suspiciously. Harry knew enough to know she was trying to ascertain his mental stability.

"Tell me to do things?" Asked Harry innocently.

"Yes, do you hear his voice, or maybe see him when others don't," Harry pretended to think. "The other voices won't let him near me," said Harry seriously.

"Other voices?" she asked.

"Yes, their always arguing," Harry said absently. "But they always come to the same conclusion."

"And what's that?" She asked expectantly.

"To kill," said Harry pleasantly. "But doesn't everyone have that little voice telling them to kill?"

Harry sat up straighter and looked around suspiciously, "What?" asked Harry barely audible. "But she hasn't done anything...what do you mean she's discovered my secret?...I don't...Well if you're sure I have to... fine, fine...yes, I'll kill her...," Harry stopped talking to himself, it was quite obvious everyone heard him. He shook his head slightly and looked back at the woman and smiled slyly, "Tell me Patricia, what kind of car do you drive?" She looked Hesitantly at Harry.

"Ummm... well would you look at the time," she gathered her things up and made for the door as fast as she could without running. As soon as she disappeared the teens cracked up.

"Funniest thing I've ever seen," gasped Jason wiping away a tear.

"Hell, I started to believe you for a minute there," said Mya shaking her head.

"Ever think of becoming an actor Harry?" asked Trinity smiling. "You'd be great!"

The door flew open again and the cop that interviewed them earlier walked in, "I don't know what you did to her, but she was quite scared, I've never seen the woman run so fast." He said it in a stern voice, but the teens just cracked up even further as result from the information.

"Ahem," someone appeared in the doorway. Everyone looked up. "Sorry to interrupt, I'm Agent Stevens, I'm with the FBI, and you're currently detaining our informants." Karen Parker nodded to the five teens. She pulled out a badge with the logo FBI on it, and a rolled up piece of paper. "I'm going to have to ask you to release them and expunge any and all records of them being here." The cop just stared at her then the paper she handed him.

"Now I don't think...," he started.

"Good, then this will be easier than I thought, now be a good little boy," Harry was amazed at how calm she could be when addressing a man twice her size and age in such a patronizing, demeaning tone, "And release them."

"Wait just a minute..." He tried again.

"Sorry you've already wasted enough of my time," she said briskly. "Come along," she motioned to the shocked teens. They rose quickly and walked out in front of her, she followed with the cop at her heels.

"You can't just..." She stopped and turned around to face him. The entire precinct turned to watch.

"Really? I just did. Now be a good little officer and do as I say, expunge their records, remove all evidence they were here, including the little, illegal to boot, psychiatrist's session, and remember that just because you're with the LAPD does not give you right to impede in any ongoing cases of the FBI, if that is in fact what you have done. Now since I have already talked to your superior I hope that I will not have to repeat myself, and if I find any traces of this not being done I will not only have your badge, but I'll kick your ass myself, got it? Good!" She turned around and ushered the teens outside and into a car.

As soon as the door shut, Karen turned on Harry. He barely had time to notice the car was magically expanded, or the fact that a house-elf was driving.

"WHAT IN HELL WERE YOU THINKING?" the car lurched forward. "I LEAVE YOU ALONE FOR NOT EVEN 24 HOURS AND YOU'VE ALREADY BEEN ARRESTED?"

"Detained," muttered Harry.

"WHAT WAS THAT!"

"I was detained, not arrested," said Harry slowly.

"I DON'T GIVE A FLYING HOOT IF YOU WERE ARRESTED OR DETAINED, YOU WERE AT A RAVE, YOU WERE DRINKING, I'VE BASICALLY PUT MYSELF ON THE LINE FOR YOU, AND HOW DO YOU REPAY ME, BY LANDING YOUR ASS IN JAIL." She suddenly started to cry, Harry wished she'd go back to screaming. "Y...your s..suppose to be r..re..responsible! H..how do you expect t..to survive if you g...get..thrown in jail t..the first night you're o...on your own...,"she wiped away her tears.

"Sorry, I..I wasn't thinking, I tend to do that, ask anyone," said Harry uncomfortably. He and Karen seemingly forgetting the four teens. "Really I'm sorry..."

"Your sorry? YOUR SORRY!" She shook her head slightly and took a few deep calming breaths,

"Harry, you're grounded." Harry stared at her. "You are not to leave the hotel for the next week, you are not to have friends over, you are not to call said friends, and you will be writing a letter to both Albus Dumbledore and Another adult of your choice explaining what you've done, and you will give them to me in two days, is that understood?" Harry just nodded in dumb silence.

"What about my motorcycle?" He asked after a few seconds of dead silence.

"What about it?" she asked numbly.

"I left it in the parking garage by the rave," he said hesitantly, afraid she might start yelling again, or worse crying.

"It will be fine there for the week, you can have a taxi take you there in order to pick it up after your punishment is over, as for you four," she looked over at the teens, "Consider this your get-out-of-free-jail card, if this ever happens again I will be forced to punish you as well! But you can bet this is going on your records."

She turned back to Harry, "And thank you for informing me that not only have you made friends, but members of our world to boot!" Harry shrugged helplessly. She nodded, "You will take your friends home, and then go straight back to your hotel. I will see you in a two days!" With that she Disapparated. Harry sighed loudly as he sunk into his chair, he looked over at the shocked faces of his friends and smiled half-heartedly, "And Mya didn't even have to cry." Trinity laughed and the others soon followed.

Thank you to Jaypallas for correcting my German! Hunt him down if its still horrible! ;)

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