Harry's first morning in Sirius's house started with a bang. Literally. Fred and George apparated into the room, set off a firework, and vanished.
Harry jerked and fell out of bed with a yell. He could hear Ron moving so he felt his way to the nightstand and fumbled for his glasses and his leather cuff. "Bloody hell," Ron said as Harry pulled his glasses on. "What go into those two?"
Harry shrugged as he tightened the cuff, "It's Fred and George, I thought they didn't need a reason to be strange."
Ron laughed, "Too right. Hey, did you take that off last night?"
"Yeah," Harry said. "It was irritating my wrist and I hit myself in the head with it. I figured that if anyone surprised me awake, they'd deserve it if I screamed at them."
"What happens when you do that?" Ron asked.
Harry shrugged, "No clue, but it's the first thing in that journal Sirius mentioned. Don't scream if you don't want to face the consequences."
"I'll make a point not to surprise you then," Ron said.
Harry fought his way out of his covers and moved back, "Want to see something cool though?"
"Sure," Ron said.
"You have to come stand by me though," Harry said, "I've never done this with someone right in the middle."
"Okay," Ron said, scrambling out of bed and hurrying to stand by Harry.
Harry nodded a little, thinking. He could do this, but he usually just sang that Mary Poppins song, and he didn't want Ron to laugh at him for it. Then he thought of the movies that his friends had insisted he watch when they found out how strict the Dursleys were. Mal had insisted on a Disney marathon. He grinned a little and did a quick mental translation of the song he'd thought of into a whistle.
The song from Cinderella was catchy, with a bouncy melody that was easy to whistle. In moments, the bed covers were lifting off the floor and resettling on his bed, and Ron's sheets were straightening out as well. The beds made, all of the laundry gathered into two piles, one for him and one for Ron. The things scattered across the room resettled themselves, books neatened up and their shoes clattered over to sit by their trunks.
"Wicked," Ron said.
"Handy too," Harry said. "I can't do dishes yet, not enough control, but chores are a lot easier now."
"I'm glad you're here then," Ron said, "Sirius and Mum have some sort of deal about restoring this place and that means we have to help Mum. You'll make things go a lot easier, I'm sure."
"I'll do what I can," Harry said. "Let's get down to breakfast, I'd hate for your mum to have actually sent the twins up to wake us up and we ignored them."
"Good point," Ron said.
They hurried to dress and head downstairs. The twins were at the large table in the kitchen with Remus, Sirius, and Hermione. Mrs. Weasley was cooking at the stove and Sirius was roaring with laughter while the twins grinned proudly.
"Good morning," Harry said as he followed Ron over to the table. "Hello, Mrs. Weasley. Do you need any help?"
"No, I've got it Harry. Thank you for asking," Mrs. Weasley said with a smile.
"If you're sure," Harry said as he sat down beside Ron and across from Sirius. He turned to the now calm Sirius, "Sirius, can I have a moment of your time after breakfast?"
"Sure," Sirius said, "not a problem. You know, you can call me Padfoot if you want."
Harry smiled, "I'll try, Padfoot."
"Padfoot!" Fred and George said, stunned.
Harry smirked, "Moony, would you mind helping me with my homework later? I want to be sure that I got it right. Snape would love an excuse to give me a hard time."
"Moony," Fred and George said.
"Yes, they were our school nicknames," Remus said. "Harry's dad was called Prongs if you must know."
"Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs," George said solemnly.
"Are proud to present," Fred finished.
"The Marauder's Map," Sirius said.
"You made it," George said.
"We did," Remus agreed, "during school. It's amazing what you can find in the Hogwarts's library if you're brave enough to look."
The twins looked at him suspiciously, but Sirius only laughed, "He's right. The library at Hogwarts has everything if you're brave enough to look. The things we looked up."
"Here's breakfast," Molly announced just before platters of eggs, pancakes, sausage, and toast settled on the table.
"Thanks Mrs. Weasley," Harry said, echoed by the rest of the table.
"Oh Harry," Mrs. Weasley said, "I almost forgot, you've got a letter." She handed it to Harry as she headed for the table, "Now where is Ginny, you boys did wake her up, didn't you?"
"Yes mum," Fred said.
"She said she'd be down in a minute," Hermione said. "She was heading into the bathroom."
Harry looked up from the letter, "Sirius, look at this." He handed the letter over and sat back, watching.
Sirius scanned the letter as he munched on a sausage, and then nudged Remus who leaned over to look. "That's not good," Remus said.
"What?" Ron asked.
"Harry, I'm sorry but we're going to need to have a private conversation after breakfast," Remus said, "its exceptionally important."
"That won't be a problem," Harry said as he began to put food on his plate. "I mean it looked really important."
"Oh it is," Sirius said, "but it's not like we can do something about it right this moment. Eat your breakfast and then we'll talk."
"What's going on?" Ron asked.
"Nothing," Remus said, "eat your breakfast."
"But," Hermione said.
"Please," Harry said, "I'll explain later. I promise. The moment you can help me with this, you'll know."
Hermione stared at Harry for a moment, a piece of toast held over her plate. "Harry," she said quietly.
"It'll be okay. Trust me," Harry gave her a smile and focused a little bit, "Eat your toast, Hermione."
Hermione jerked and looked down at her hand before taking a bite obediently.
Harry glanced at Remus who only raised an eyebrow at him before sipping his tea. Harry grinned a little and focused on eating his breakfast. He wasn't big on the fact that his powers could control people, but he didn't want to make a big deal about that letter until he heard Remus and Sirius's take on it. There was something strange about it, something inside of him was saying it was trouble and he couldn't help it, he liked trouble.
Song: Cinderella work song(? I think) If you need lyrics: Cinderella, Cinderella, night and day it's Cinderella. (Harry has a strong affinity to Cinderella, okay?)
