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Harry Potter

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Harry Callahan JR.

Chapter Eight

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Harry stopped and looked at the woman screaming. He was about to say something when Ashley did.

"What did you call me you fat cow?" Ashley asked as her light blue eyes went cold as ice.

"I said you're a harlot for corrupting that young man," Molly snapped.

Harry started laughing at the woman's words as Ashley took three steps toward her and her right fist came up.

Ashley pulled her right fist back and slammed it into the woman's jaw. Molly staggered backwards and lost her balance and started to fall down the stairs. Ashley's left hand came up and grabbed her by the shirt and yanked her back towards her as her fist hit her again.

"Don't ever call me that again, you bitch," Ashley snapped in anger.

Amelia shook off the surprise of the girl hitting Molly and reached out and grabbed the girls arm as it was pulled back to swing again, "I think that is enough young lady. Molly, what you called her was unacceptable behavior in this house. Please go back downstairs and see to your bloody nose," she said.

"How dare you hit me? If I was your mother…"

"Thank God you're not. Otherwise I would be as fat as you are," Ashley snapped at the woman.

"Well I never…"

"Maybe you should, and use that mouth for something other than spouting off like you do," Ashley replied with a grin and turned around to go up the stairs leaving the woman standing there with a fish mouth. Grapping Harry's arm she said, "Come on love, let's go check out the bedroom."

Sirius was standing there in shock, and then he face palmed his hand because he could see Dumbledore's comment racing through his mind. Seeing Mount Weasley about to erupt, he turned and ran up the stairs behind his godson and girlfriend.

Amelia quickly silenced Molly as she stood there mouthing off. One hand was on her left him, and the other was pointing up the stairs.

"Lady, I don't know who you are, but you're damn lucky that girl didn't hurt you worse then you are. My friends have trained Harry and Ashley for the last six years in the martial arts trades of Karate, Kung Fu and Jujitsu. She could have easily killed you," Harry Senior said as he leaned against the wall.

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Harry and Ashley reached the second floor and were looking around at the hallways. Several doors were opened and as well as a second set of stairs going up that had six teenagers standing on it looking at them with their mouths open. Two were identical twins; one had a lot of freckles and was gangly looking. Of the three girls, one had a brown hair and eyes and her hair was very bushy looking while the other was a slim redheaded that was looking at Harry with calf eyes while the last had strawberry blond hair and tits that could give Dolly a run for her money.

"What?" Harry asked as he noticed the boy with a lot of freckles turning red.

"You bint, you hit my mum. I'm going to kick your bloody arse from here to Hogwarts," the red headed boy said as he took a step towards Harry and Ashley.

Before Harry could move the twin boys grabbed their brother and started dragging him upstairs.

"Don't mind our younger…"

"brother, he was…"

"dropped many times…"

"on his fat head," both twins said as the same time.

"Oye! Gerroff!" the younger brother snapped as he was yanked in a room on the next floor and a door was slammed.

Shaking his head, Harry looked at his Godfather and asked, "Which way?"

"This way, you two will be on the fourth floor with me and Amelia," Sirius stated and then said, "Oh where are my manners."

"Serious Sirius, you don't have any," the strawberry blond stated,

"True," Sirius replied with a grin and then said, "Harry, Ashley these are Hermione Granger, Ginevra Weasley, and Susan Bones. Girls this is Harry Callahan and Ashley… Sorry I didn't get your last name."

"It's Anderson," Ashley replied as she grabbed Harry' hand.

"Hello," Harry said as he looked at girls and then turned back to Sirius.

"Right, follow me kids," Sirius said as he went up the stairs.

"Cya," Ashley said as she followed Sirius up the stairs and then the next set of stairs.

Sirius was standing in front of a door waiting for them when they reached the fourth floor.

"Now this is… I mean was my brother's room but I redecorated it for Harry. I was hoping to find him and bring him here so he'd know he was wanted here," Sirius said as he pushed the door open.

They stepped into the room, and looked around. A large bay window looked over the street directly across from them. Against one wall was a king size four poster bed. The other wall had a pair of doors with a large dresser between them. To their right of the open door was a pair of book cases and a desk. All the furniture was dark walnut. The walls were cream with red and gold trim. The bed had a red and gold trim comforter with a large lion on it. On the walls were Quidditch posters of varies English teams.

"I hope you like it, I set it up in Gryffindor colors," Sirius said as he leaned against the wall.

They stood there looking around and finally nodded, "It will do for now," Harry said as he pulled his trunk out and enlarged it.

Ashley did the same with her trunk as Harry opened his and went down inside his trunk.

"Cool, compartment trunks," Sirius said as music suddenly blared from the trunk and he grinned at the lyrics.

"You like that?" Ashley asked.

"I sure do. What's the name of the song?" Sirius asked as Harry came out of the trunk with two bags.

"It's Call Me a Dog by Chris Cornell," Ashley replied as she walked over and tapped the posters with her wand and they changed from Quidditch to San Francisco 49ers posters and Oakland A's and the players started moving around on the poster.

"Why are you changing the posters and who are these 49ers and A's?" Sirius asked.

"We don't like Quidditch," Harry stated as he opened the first bag and pulled some clothes out to put in the dresser when he heard a thud by the door. Turning, Harry saw his Godfather passed out.

"What's up with him?" Ashley asked.

"Don't know," Harry replied as he walked over and cast the ennervate spell on Sirius.

"Huh? What happened?" Sirius asked as he sat up.

"Not sure, you fainted. Do you have low blood sugar? Are you a diabetic?" Harry asked.

"Low blood sugar? Diabetic? What are those?" Sirius asked as he climbed to his feet and then remembered what Harry had said and asked, "How can you not like Quidditch? It's the best thing out there."

"Never cared for it. I prefer baseball, football, windsurfing, martial arts, and running," Harry said as he went back to unpacking his and Ashley's clothes.

Sirius stood there by the door his mouth opening and closing and not a word coming out.

Ashley opened her trunk and said, "I'm going to clean our pistols and reload the clips. Why don't you sit and talk with your Godfather or try too, seems like you gave him a shock."

"What's football?" Sirius asked.

"The toughest game in the world and most brutal in my book, especially if you're the quarterback," Harry said and then added, "and I don't mean the football they play here. I mean American football. Follow me and I let you watch last year's Super bowl on the tv."

"What is a super bowl?" Sirius asked as he followed Harry down into his trunk.

"Grab a seat, I'll get the tape," Harry said as he walked to the bookcase filled with VHS tapes.

Sirius dropped down on the light brown couch and put his feet up. It had been years since he watched a tv and that was a small thing at Lily's parents house. The screen in front of him had to be sixty inches.

"Here it is," Harry said as he pulled a tape out and walked to the VCR and stuck it in the player, "Now Sirius, this is sports. This is the 1995 Super Bowl where the San Diego Chargers vs the San Francisco 49ers at Joe Robbie Stadium in Miami, Florida. I was there with Ashley and my dad rooting for our home team."

Hitting play on the VCR and turning the TV on, he shut the music off and said, "Want something to drink?"

"Yeah a butterbeer," Sirius replied as the screen showed the stadium and several people were talking at once.

Harry opened the mini-fridge and pulled out a few beers. Setting them on the coffee table he grabbed a package of microwave popcorn and pointed his wand at it. Seconds later the bag was expanded and he pulled it open to pour the popcorn in to the bowl.

Sirius felt the couch move and glanced at his Godson. Turning back to the tv he leaned forward to watch the game so he didn't miss any of this game his godson liked.

Harry tapped Sirius with the bowl and said, "Popcorn?"

"Thanks," Sirius replied as he grabbed a handful of the treat and stuffed it in his mouth.

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Hermione was heading up the stairs with Susan to get Sirius for Amelia when a loud voice shattered the air.

"Good afternoon, and welcome to Joe Robbie Stadium in Miami, Florida. Today's game between the San Diego Chargers and the San Francisco 49ers is sure to be a great game…"

"What in the world?" Hermione said as she heard the voice and then looked at Susan.

"What is that?" Susan asked.

"If I didn't know better I would say it was a sports game announcement, but I've never heard of those two Quidditch teams," Hermione replied as they reached the top floor.

"Looks like it's coming from that room,"

"And we have the kick off, and San Francisco has the ball on their 41 yard line," came the voice.

"Yard line? Kick off? That doesn't sound like Quidditch," Susan said as they looked in the room and saw no one.

"No, it sounds like soccer, but they don't…"

"Its third and five for the 49ers and Steve Young falls back and throws the ball. Jerry Rice has caught the ball and is running. Touchdown 49ers and that was a beautiful 44-yard touchdown by Steve Young and Jerry Rice."

The two girls walked to the trunk and looked down inside. They saw Sirius and Harry sitting on a couch.

"SIRIUS!" Susan shouted just as popcorn went flying.

"The extra point is good and the 49ers lead by seven over the Chargers."

"Go on in," Ashley said as she came out of her trunk with a bag.

"Are we allowed to?" Hermione asked biting her lip.

"Sure, they are watching a tape of last year's super bowl, so it's nothing they can't rewind," Ashley said as she unzipped her bag.

"Tape? That's a tv… but that's impossible. Electronics don't work around magic," Hermione ranted.

"Yes it does. American wizards broke those myth years ago," Ashley replied as she pulled her nightgowns out and slipped them in the dresser.

"But… Why don't we know about it here in…"

"One word, and only one word," Ashley said as she finished putting her clothes away.

Hermione wanted to stamp her foot when the girl didn't say why, "What word?"

"Dumbledore," Ashley said as she pulled a makeup container out of the bag and went in to the bathroom.

"What does the headmaster have to do with it?" Susan asked.

"He is the one in charge, and he wouldn't allow us to export rune based electronic items to the UK. So if you have to bitch, bitch to him," Ashley replied as she came back out of the bathroom and said, "Shall we go down?"

"You shouldn't talk about Professor Dumbledore that way, he is a great man," Hermione snapped out.

"Yeah, great man my ass," Ashley said as she went down the stairs and into the living room of Harry's trunk.

Susan looked at Hermione and then headed down the stairs to join Sirius. Sitting down in one of the chairs she looked at the strange box showing some type of game.

"Susan, did you want a butterbeer or some popcorn?" Ashley asked as she sat next to the girl.

"A butterbeer will be great but what's popcorn?" Susan asked.

"This is popcorn," Ashley said passing the bowl to the girl.

Susan looked at the white fluffy things and picked one and examined it. Putting it into her mouth she started chewing it and the buttery flavor melted in her mouth, "this is good," she said taking a handful of it.

Hermione came down the stairs and stood there looking around the room. To her left was a stereo with giant speakers with a bookshelf crammed full of cassette tapes and a door on that was open showing a bedroom. To her right was a bar that looked right out of a pub. There were five taps with what looked like real beer and under the huge mirror was fifty or sixty muggle types of liquor. Across from her was one of the biggest television sets she had ever seen with a VCR on top of it. Above the tv was a poster of a city with a mushroom cloud rising out of it that had a caption on it that said, 'The sword of Damascus hangs above all of us.' To each side of the tv were two large book cases filled with VHS tapes. To the right of the bookcase on the right of the tv was an open door showing a bathroom while on the opposite book case was a pair of swinging doors that led into a kitchen. The wall on the left had a dozen large magical paintings on them with a single door in the center that was closed. The most noticeable was of a red headed woman and a man that looked like Harry. She assumed it was his parents. The pictures covered the wall and seemed to be watching the barbaric game on the telly. Standing in the corner next to the bar was a pedestal with a large book on it.

"This is not possible. Professor McGonagall said that electronics don't work around magic," Hermione said angrily as she stamped her foot.

Harry looked at the girl and stood up. Walking over he replied, "Look. They lied to you and all the magical people of the UK, because it's a form of control over the masses. You see that it does work, but stand here saying it doesn't work, but how do you explain Diagon Alley in the middle of London. The mundanes would notice if their electronics didn't work near the place. So what do they do, they lie and say it doesn't work so they don't have to deal with modern technology that could pull their butts out of the nineteenth century. Just deal with it and enjoy the game."

Hermione sat down thinking about what Harry had told her while the game played on.

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Everyone was sitting around chatting about the game or their favorite thing they liked to do while music played in the background.

"Sirius, the meeting is starting in a few minutes," shouted Molly Weasley.

Standing up, Sirius said, "Have to run there is an order meeting."

Harry stood up along with Ashley and headed for the stairs.

"They won't let you attend," Hermione said from where she was sitting.

"Watch us," Harry said as he walked up and out of the trunk just as Amelia came into the room.

Hermione and Susan stood up and followed everyone to the stairs.

"Have you seen Sirius?" she asked.

"He's coming now," Harry said as Ashley stepped out followed by Sirius.

"What were you doing in there?" Amelia asked.

"Watching a football game," Sirius said as he kissed Amelia.

"I see, well come on, Dumbledore is running late along with Snape, but the rest are here," Amelia stated as she saw Hermione and Susan come out and smiled that they had made friends with Harry and Ashley.

"You kids just stay up here while we have the meeting. Susan are you all packed for Hogwarts?" she asked as they started walking to the door.

"Yes I am," Susan said as she walked to her bedroom.

Harry and Ashley followed Sirius and Amelia downstairs and he stopped at the hole in the wall that had a frame around it, "Hey Sirius, I meant to ask about this. How come there is a hole in the wall with a frame?"

Sirius stopped and grinned, "Well Harry for many years my mother's portrait hung there. She was a real piece of work. Nasty mouth and she said the wrong thing to Amelia here."

Harry noticed that Amelia blushed but continued down the stairs.

"I gather she said something that she took offense too," Harry said.

"That she did," Sirius said as he muttered.

Harry tried to catch all that Sirius said under his breath but only caught three words, 'Bloodtraitor, cow, and breeding.'

"What was that Sirius?" Harry asked.

"Nothing," Sirius replied.

"What spell did she use to destroy the picture?" Harry asked as he looked through the hole into what was a music room.

"She used the percutio spell on the painting," Sirius said as he started walking again.

Ashley gave a slow whistle as Harry looked at the hole in shock.

"She used a piercing charm? Damnnnnnn," Harry replied as he shook his head and then said, "I better make sure she doesn't get pissed off at me."

"You better not," Ashley replied as she started walking again.

Harry followed Ashley down the stairs and then headed down the stairs to the kitchen. Pushing the door open, they stepped into the room where a dozen people were meeting. At the head of the table, Dumbledore was sitting talking to two people. The man on Dumbledore's left had greasy hair and was dressed in all black and a woman with her hair up in a bun wearing a tartan shirt.

Closing the door, they stood there watching as they talked. Harry nodded to his father who was sitting there sipping a drink and talking to a red headed man. At the stove the fat woman from before was making food. While Sirius and Amelia were in conversation by what could only be an antique ice box.

Alastor was talking to one of the Aurors from Diagon alley while the woman from this morning with pink hair as talking to a man with scars on his face and dressed in old robes.

Harry whispered something to Ashley just as the door opened and a shabby dressed man walked in smoking a god offal pips.

"Mundungus put that nasty thing out," Molly snapped as she turned around and saw Harry and Ashley, "You kids need to go upstairs. This is a meeting for adults."

Dumbledore looked up and saw Harry and said, "Harry my boy. Please leave this is an important meeting of the order of the phoenix."

"Then why is my dad here, he's not a member and I bet this deals with Voldemort so I'm staying," Harry replied.

"Harry you're not ready to know the information we're going to be talking about, so please leave the room."

"Who are you to decide what I need to know?" Harry said as he conjured a pair of chairs and Ashley and he sat down.

"I am your magical…"

"Dumbledore you are not Harry's magical guardian if anything I am," Sirius said as he sat down next to Remus.

"Who is the boy?" someone asked.

"Everyone, may I introduce you to Harry Potter and his girlfriend…"

"Fiancée," Ashley snapped out.

"Sorry. I mean his fiancée Ashley Anderson. Both of them will be attending Hogwarts this year," Dumbledore said.

"and the name is Callahan, not Potter," Harry stated.

"Yes, you prefer your new name. To my left is Professor McGonagall who is The transfiguration professor and Deputy Headmistress at Hogwarts. She is also the head of Gryffindor house and on my left is Proffessor Snape head of Slytherin House and your potions instructor. You met Amelia and Sirius, the red headed couple are Arthur and Molly Weasley…"

Snape was sitting there looking at the boy and he could only see one person and that was James Potter his arch nemesis from school.

"Just like his father, arrogant and he expects everyone to bow down to him and kiss his feet," the greasy headed man said as he interrupted the headmaster and then added, "and just like a Potter...willing to take any mudblood scab to his bed."

Harry's eyes narrowed as he stood up and he asked, "What did you say?"

"I said she's a mudblood just like your mother. Both need to be wiped off the soles of your feet…" Snape replied.

"Stand up you greasy son of a bitch!" Harry snarled as his wand appeared in his right hand and his left went into his front pocket.

"Stop this. Severus, apologies," Dumbledore ordered.

Snape flicked his wand just as Dumbledore drew his.

Harry's left hand came out of his pocket as his wand was yanked from his right hand by Dumbledore. He pressed the button on the black box and two tins shot from the box and hit the greasy haired man in the stomach and fifty thousand volts flooded into him.

Snape screamed as the electricity hit him and he dropped to the ground convulsing from it.

Everyone was staring at Snape in surprise except for Harry's father who had pulled his pistol out and held it in his right hand in case anyone else tried anything.

"What did you do?" Dumbledore demanded as the tins were drawn back to the boy.

"I tasered his ass, next time he talks about my parents like that I will kill him," Harry stated as he knelt beside Snape. In his left hand was his Desert Eagle pistol. Harry had it pressed against the man's head as he snarled at him, "Just remember this. I know you're a Death Eater and I know you got off because of Dumbledore. Try that shit again with me and I won't be gentle with you next time…"

"Mister Potter, put that thing away. How dare you threaten him! Professor Snape is a spy for us in Voldemort's ranks and has put his life on the line to get us intelligence that we need…"

"He maybe your spy, but he is also a Death Eater that you vouched for. From what I have read to become one and be marked they have to rape, torture and murder a mundane, a muggleborns and a half-blood. Who did he do to get the mark?" Harry demanded as he yanked the man's sleeve up to show the mark on his left arm.

Dumbledore stood up in anger and demanded, "How do you know all that?"

"My boss at the Auror division supplied dossiers on all known Death Eaters. He wants Ashley and I to know who our targets are so we can take them out. The ones who attacked my home in San Francisco have all been tried and convicted in absence for crimes against humanity and the death sentence handed down for their activities in the United States. We don't coddle terrorists," Harry stated as he stood up and walked to the table to grab his wand.

Everyone in the room was sitting there with their mouths open except Ashley and his father. Then they started speaking as one of the older witches went to Snape and started checking him over. Harry looked at Ashley who nodded her head at him.

Harry grabbed Ashley's hand and started walking to the door, "We'll leave you to your meeting," Harry said as they exited the room.

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Harry Potter™ is a registered trademark and copyright (©) of J.K. Rollings and all that crap. The only thing mine is the idea and several characters. Everything else is hers including all the money... Harry Callahan is owned by Malpaso Productions… Damn wish they'd share.