DISCLAIMER: HARRY BELONGS TO JKR, I MERELY PLAY WITH HIM. :)

HOW MANY REGRETS: PART 2

JULY 24TH

Harry awoke to a constant, loud knocking on his door. Groaning loudly as he turned toward his alarm clock that displayed 7:35 A.M. he climbed out of his warm bed, pushing the sleeping Meg off of his chest, and made his way to the door.

"Who is it?" called Harry as he leaned against the door in order to look through the small peephole.

"Dude, it's like us, dude!" came a voice Harry really didn't recognize.

"I'm sorry but you'll have to be a little more specific than that," replied Harry trying hard not to yawn.

"Chad, would you help us, please," called a female voice that sounded a little farther away, perhaps down the hallway.

"Dude, it's Chad, open up!" Harry yawned as he unlocked his door and opened it.

"Mate, it's 7 a.m., what are you doing here?" Asked Harry as he ushered Chad into the room.

"Band practice, dude," said Mark as he walked through the door next and handed Harry a large, and heavy case.

"It's 7 bloody a.m.!" said Harry incredulously.

"Harry could you help me with this?" Asked Paris as she and Brittney entered the room. Brittney was merely carrying a case that was strapped over her side, while Paris was carrying two guitar cases and had two side strapped bags crisscrossing over her shoulders. Harry set the large case Mark had handed him down and took a guitar from Paris.

"Thanks, there's other stuff in the hall," Said Paris as she set down the other guitar and her bags.

Mark and Chad were already bringing in more large cases and amplifiers. Harry looked at Brittney, who was setting up a laptop at the table. She moved the piles of paper out of the way and pulled out five microphones.

"Brittney, it's 7 bloody a.m.!" Said Harry once more.

"I heard you the first time, Harry, your point being?" Asked Brittney smirking at Harry.

"I have people next to me, below me, across from me, and above me, I can't have a loud band practice going on at 7 a.m!" said Harry, "I can't be thrown out of this hotel! I need to stay here for the remainder of the summer!"

"Dudes you asked a wimp to be in our band, that ain't cool!" Said a teenager as he entered the room.

"Dylan, chill, he's got a point," said Chad as he set up his drum set, "But that don't mean I agree."

"Don't mind Dylan, he's a little ticked that we made the decision without him," said Brittney as she set up five microphones.

"I'm just not sure if this dudes good enough to roll with me," said Dylan as he shut the door behind him.

"Hey I don't have to be in this band, it wasn't exactly in my plans for this summer," said Harry chaining the door before heading into his bedroom in order to change into some proper clothes.

"And we're happy to have you!" said Paris loudly, "Right, Dylan!" But before Dylan could answer Chad spoke up.

"Harry, dude, are you like rich or something?" Asked Chad as Harry was changing in the other room. Harry exited the room donning a pair of black jeans, and a white muscle tee with the emblem "Sarcasm is my defense against stupidity."

"What makes you think that?" Asked Harry as he picked up the phone and dialed room service.

"Dude, you bought like $700 worth of equipment in one go without so much as a second glance, and you're living in a suite at the Hilton," said Chad as he looked around the room in awe.

"Do you guys want anything?" asked Harry ignoring Chad for the moment.

"Dude they got eggs benedict!" said Mark as he grabbed the menu from Harry.

"I'll take some french toast if they have it," said Brittney as she started typing something on her laptop.

"I had breakfast, but I'll take a half mocha half vanilla cappuccino with a splash of nutmeg," said Paris as she walked around the room critically.

"We came for band practice, not breakfast," said Dylan in a huff.

"Shut it Dylan, I'll have what Mark's having," said Chad as he went over and examined the big screen television and playstation.

Harry nodded and ordered the food plus a plate of eggs and sausage for him. "They said it'll be about ten minutes."Said Harry as he sat down on the couch.

"So dude, you rich?" Asked Chad plopping down next to him.

"I'm well off," shrugged Harry as he looked around the five teenagers.

"How well off?" Asked Chad eagerly.

Harry raised an eyebrow, "How is it your buisness?"

"Dude, he didn't mean anything by it, he's just curious," said Mark quickly.

"Yes, well curiosity killed the cat and all that, but my parents and godfather weren't hurting for money," shrugged Harry keeping his voice as level as he could, he couldn't say Sirius name still, the pain was still to raw, but that was why he left, to grieve on his own, and his "songs" were helping.

He was able to get out his thoughts and emotions without worrying anyone, since only he knew about them, considering that some of them were pretty dark.

"Were?" asked Dylan cautiously.

"Yes, were if you must know, my parents died when I was a year old, and my godfather died in June," Harry stood up and walked over to the small honor bar next to the television, avoiding everyones eyes as he went, "I was here to gather my thoughts, as I said this band was not in my summer plans, so if you don't want me in it then no hard feelings, nice meeting you, I do have other things I could be doing, don't let the door hit you on the way out." Harry grabbed a small mochaccino, out of the honor bar and popped the can open and took a swig.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't know," said Dylan in mild shock.

"No, I wouldn't have expected you to unless you can read minds," said Harry stiffly. Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"Room Service!" called a voice beyond the door. Harry walked over and looked out of the peephole and saw a twenty something man in a bellhop uniform adjusting his hat nervously. Harry unchained the door and opened it slowly, allowing the man to enter with a small tray cart. Harry watched the mans every move as he removed the tin tray covers.

"Two eggs benedict, one plate of french toast, one plate of eggs and sausage, one plate of tuna, one half mocha half vanilla cappuccino with nutmeg, and a pot of coffee, will that be all for you today?"

Asked the man who Harry finally noticed had a nametag on.

"Yes, thank you," said Harry still watching the man twitch a little.

"If you could sign this then," the man held out a small bill his hand twitched nervously as Harry took it and signed, " And if there is anything you need, anything at all sir, just ask for Rick." Harry nodded as Rick started to leave the room. Harry suddenly realized he had forgotten to tip him.

"Wait," Said Harry, Rick jumped and turned around quickly.

"Yes, sir?" He asked quickly.

"Don't you want a tip?" Rick seemed to relax at this, "Let me get my wallet." After picking up the plate of tuna that Harry had ordered for Meg's breakfast, he walked away into the bedroom and heard Dylan begin to talk.

"Dude, what's up with you?"

There was a pregnant pause before Rick answered in a timid whisper, "The entire staff has been told to not upset Mr. Jameson, He's our richest client, his associate bought out all the rooms surrounding his, to put it as she did, "to insure both his safety and give him the peace he deserves" she was freaking scary, man!"

So Karen put a lot more thought into his safety than he thought. Well there goes the excuse of not practicing at 7 am, dang it, thought Harry as he reentered the room and handed Rick a ten.

After Rick left Harry rechained the door and turned back to the teens who were looking a little shocked, "Didn't know she did that," shrugged Harry, "Guess that means I can make as much noise as I want."

"This is the stupidest song I have ever heard," said Harry looking over the song Brittney had given him and they had been practicing.

"Well that's cause you've never heard our song about my pet squirrel that died of asphyxiation," Said Paris happily.

Harry raised an eyebrow at her, "And you said you guys were popular?"

"Well we never claimed that, but we did have a regular gig," Said Mark.

"Yes, well Paris's mom's smoothie shop never was a hot spot," said Brittney distractedly.

Harry head fell backwards as he thought to himself "what did I get myself into?"

"Well lets face it, we're five white middle-class suburbanites, and the only really bad thing to happen to us is our pets dying or our parents divorcing," said Paris.

"Yeah, it's not like we have any of your angst Harry," said Brittney holding a bunch of papers, "I mean none of us could ever have written:

"I lie awake on a long, dark night

I can't seem to tame my mind

Slings and arrows are killing me inside

Maybe I can't accept the life that's mine

No I can't accept the life that's mine."

Harry looked up at her and immediately jumped up, "Hey, don't go through my stuff."

"It was on the table, along with these others," she waved the papers, "These are really good, dark, but good."

"Yeah, this from a girl who manages a band that has a song about a dead squirrel," scathed Harry.

"But I know music, and this is good," said Brittney. She Danced out of Harry's grip as he made a grab for his songs. She quickly passed out various songs to the other band members.

"If you don't like our songs, then lets sing yours!" said Brittney triumphantly.

"My songs aren't for other peoples ears or eyes," snapped Harry. "Their only for therapeutic exercises."

"Therapeutic exercise?" Dylan muffled a laugh.

"No offence, dude, but you sound like a chick," laughed Mark as Dylan could no longer contain his laughter.

Harry shot a glare at both Mark and Dylan, "It was either this, or killing a whole bunch of people. But if you prefer I can try the other, and I'm so glad you two seem so willing to volunteer to help."

"Harry, dude, they're not making fun of your songs, they're making fun of why you wrote them," said Chad, he seemed to be sensing Harry's anger for he seemed to be trying desperately to send telepathic messages to both Dylan and Chad to shut up.

"Oh I'm glad they find the fact that I watched my Godfathers' murder and couldn't stop it funny," snarled Harry, "Ha Ha, I'm so glad my psychological trauma amuses you." Dylan and Chad immediately shut up, "D...dude, sorry we didn't..."

"You know what just get out," said Harry angrily, "I have other places to be today, and I'm too mad to even look at you, any of you."

"B..but..." said Brittney quickly.

"You can leave your stuff," said Harry waving her off as he grabbed his keys , "I might be in a more forgiving mood tomorrow," Harry left the room with a slam. He was out in the hallway and leaned slightly against the door.

"Nice one guys," Harry heard Paris hiss.

"Well how the Hell should we have known that?" Cried Mark in outrage.

"It doesn't matter, we need him, and you know it! And it's just great that you might have fucked it up you insensitive assholes," said Brittney loudly.

"Us? You're the one who went through his stuff and showed them to us!" Exclaimed Dylan.

"There's enough blame to go around!" said Chad suddenly, "Just be glad he didn't kick us out for good, and say to hell with our band, we can come back tomorrow after he's cooled down."

"I doubt he'll cool down after only a day, he looked ready to kill Mark and Dylan!" Sighed Paris, "Although I can't blame him, I mean really even if we didn't know the specifics he did say he was here to grieve over his Godfather, and we not only stepped all over that, but then we go off and trespass into his thoughts and feelings by looking through his songs."

"Well why were they even out? I mean if he didn't want anyone seeing them shouldn't they be hidden?" Said Chad.

"Well, he didn't have much of a chance to hide anything with us just showing up like that," Huffed Brittney , "by the way great plan Dylan!"

"Hey, if I recall you said you wanted an early start!" snapped Dylan.

Harry sighed softly as he made his way to the elevator, he didn't want anyone to see his songs, they were his not theirs, what right did they have to read them, let alone even suggest they be sung aloud in front of them or anyone else for that matter. He pressed the elevator button and waited a few seconds for the doors to ding open. Brittney had said they were good, but that didn't make him feel any better, what was worse than the invasion of privacy he had come to expect was the embarrassment of it all. What would come about if someone from his world were to find them, or worse publish them in the newspaper. Harry groaned out loud as he pushed the lobby floor button and the doors closed, he could see the article headline now, "Harry Potter: troubled teen hero deals with pain by writing songs", why did he ever even write those stupid songs. Yeah, they helped him deal with his pain, and even when he sung the only one with notes (he had yet to write/or even think of notes for the other songs) it did help fill the chasm deep with in his heart, even if only a little.

But the difference was he was alone when he sung it. He didn't feel like exposing his thoughts and feelings to strangers let alone friends. That wasn't the way he was raised. Well if you call being locked in a closet, nearly starved, and told "boys don't cry" even though Dudley had on many occasions and "Noone cares what you're feeling boy, do your chores!" being raised. But exposing your feelings and thoughts could lead to weakness, and Harry wouldn't show any weakness that could be helped. He kept his feelings buried, after all who would want to hear about his insecurities, his hopes, his dreams, his heartaches, his fears and his painful memories. Even if he found someone to tell these things to, and actually did tell them, how could he guarantee they wouldn't use it against him? After all your best friend could be your worst enemy if you gave them the right ammunition.

He trusted Ron and Hermione with his life, yet he couldn't trust them with the truth about his past. Yeah they had a basic idea of how unfit the Dursleys were at being his guardians, but he couldn't tell them about all the years of mental anguish they caused him. They never beat him, no that would have led to questions, no they focused on telling him he was worthless, and unloved, not even fit to walk this Earth, making him wish he had died in the car crash (or killed by Voldemort) with his parents. They had no clue that the happiest memory he had was when Hagrid had given him his Hogwarts letter, although that may be a common happy memory for almost the entire student body, it was rather the knowledge that he was getting away from the Dursleys, that made the memory happy. Hagrid could have told him he was being shipped to a hospice in the Nether Regions to meditate for hours on end and eat only rice and it wouldn't have made a difference. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, it was that mantra that seemed to keep Harry going.

Although Harry had made progress, knew the Dursleys were lying about everything, he still had those wounds, he kept them hidden, acted like the insults didn't bother him, or the fact that he received his first hug from Hermione in first year. He could never tell her the reason he didn't hug her back and went rigid wasn't because she was a girl or the fact that he was uncomfortable, but the mere fact that he was in to much shock that someone hugged him, it didn't matter who, someone had taken the time to show they cared. A fact that still plagued him today, Although he had received a few more hugs, mainly from Hermione, Mrs. Weasley, and Sirius (although these couldn't really be called hugs, more of a fatherly arm draped over his shoulders) he had yet to return one, for he may fear he might not let go or worse they would pull away. He had accepted the fact that love wasn't meant for him, and he was rather indifferent about it, he had never experienced it, so he didn't have much to miss. The Dursleys had succeeded in that much, making him believe he wasn't worthy of it, that he didn't deserve it. But then Sirius had come along, and his indifference began to melt away, he had someone to depend on and dare he even think love him and just as he was truly accepting that maybe he did in fact deserve to love and be loved, the fates and that bitch ripped it away from him. Harry had opened his heart for the first time and invited his Godfather in, and look where it got him. He died because he cared for him, he risked his life to save him and he died because of it. When Harry exposed his emotions and true feelings, his weaknesses, the people he cared about got hurt.

So Harry hid his weaknesses to protect those around him. He claimed to be fine, but he would never be fine. Self reflection wasn't even an option for him anymore, writing those songs had allowed him to reflect on so much pain he had been holding onto, but Brittney had found them, had read them.

He felt violated. He couldn't tell the most important people in his life about his feelings, how dare she assume she should know, or even suggest the band sing them to a crowd of strangers. Harry's emotions got people killed, how could she want to inflict that on unsuspecting people.

Harry sighed as he left the hotel and made his way toward the entrance of the ministry to meet Karen for his training session on his motorcycle. All the while his song lyrics playing over in his mind.

(Weathered Lyrics)

(Artist: Creed)

(Album: Weathered )

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"And that's why we don't see our past selves every time we go back," Said Karen Happily,

"Understand?"

Harry groaned as he rubbed his temples clockwise, "I shouldn't have asked." Harry had been wondering how they could go back each day without running into their counter selves, from the previous days, after all they should technically still be there, but after asking Karen he had a rather large headache after the long, extensive lesson in the time-space continuum when she could have gotten away with a simple "we just don't."

"Ok so continue, you blew up at these muggles because they went through your stuff and invaded your privacy, right?" Asked Karen as she blocked Harry's kick with ease.

"I wouldn't really call it blowing up, I didn't even yell at them, more like stormed off angrily," said Harry as he parried her attack by dodging to the left and rolling up behind her.

"Do you think perhaps then you weren't really angry, but embarrassed?" She asked as she back flipped behind him and kicked the back of his knee and he fell to kneeling position.

"No, I'm angry," growled Harry as he jumped to his feet and defended himself against her sudden onslaught of punches.

"Well now you are, after you've had time to reflect on it, but I mean at the time you were more embarrassed then angry," Harry grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her back, "Good!" She suddenly whipped her head back and head banged Harry, who lost his grip on her and stumbled backwards.

"Besides you knew they were coming, maybe not that early but you knew, do you think maybe subconsciously, you wanted them to find them?" Asked Karen as she parried Harry's attack.

"I forgot they were on the table, and why would I want them to find them?" Growled Harry as he whipped his leg under her, she easily jumped it.

"I don't know, the mind is a mysterious thing, maybe you want to sing them, or see what they thought of them, or perhaps you want to talk to someone about your feelings," Harry caught her left arm and flipped her to the ground suddenly, "I didn't teach you that! GREAT!" She quickly jumped to her feet and took a fighting stance, "All I'm saying Harry is while you have a right to be mad, you did agree to help them and if helping them means exposing your songs as well then... Anyway the only ones who would know you wrote them would be you and the band," shrugged Karen.

"But I would know! Why should I expose myself like that to strangers when I can't even talk to my friends about it?" Harry sighed as he sidestepped Karen's Kick.

"Maybe because you can't talk to your friends?" Suggested Karen as she knocked Harry flat on his back.

As Karen helped Harry up she sighed, "Listen, I'm not telling you what to do, but if you can write songs about your feelings, and even sing them when your alone, maybe this is the next step in getting over your grief, or at least accepting and moving past it. Besides maybe if you do actually sing the songs you wrote, they won't like how they sound and forget about it." She smiled, "Now as for your fighting abilities, you're improving faster than expected, but we're done with hand-to-hand for this trip back, time to move on to Apparating."

"Great Harry! I almost didn't hear you that time, just displace the air around you a little more, reach out with your mind and force it to move into the air pockets around you," Karen said. She hadn't gone into a full theoretical explanation like he had expected her to, but rather went straight to the practical. She had told him how to sense the air currents around him using his magical core. It was rather difficult to do the first few times because he really didn't understand what she meant.

Unlike what Harry thought apparating wasn't disappearing and reappearing, but instead they traveled on the wind currents. They were just to fast to see, the CRACK, one heard was them breaking into the air pockets that the currents created. Millions of air currents were flowing through the air per second, by expanding your magical core and scanning these currents for the location you needed you could pick a strand and thinking the magical term "aphis" then pining a location on it with a mental image focused in your mind it would sweep you away into it's current. Since the currents traveled hundreds of miles in a millisecond one could travel around the world by apparating in less than a minute. Although how far you were able to travel was dependent on your magical reserves in your core.

"Magic is divided into three layers," Karen had explained when he had asked about it, "The top layer, called Transcending Magic, it's where you get the magic to use for daily ordinary spells like "Lumos" and "Accio" and is the magic you're being taught to wield in school. The second layer is your Reserve Magic, it's the magic you use to apparate with, it lends more magic to the top layer for more difficult and power draining spells, and is where accidental magic comes from. You see our emotions are directly tied to our reserves, and high levels of certain emotions like fear or anger cause rifts and breaks in our magical barriers causing unexpected magical outbursts. Finally, Primal Magic, the third layer is unused, when I say unused I mean most wizard and witches don't ever tap it to it. Very few ever realize how much magic is stored there, it takes a great break in a barrier to unleash even a smidgen of that power. I'm sure you've heard of cases where they have though.

Although it mainly happens in muggles (they too possess primal magic) where a mother lifts a car off of her child, or some other amazing feat. Our emotions are directly tied to our powers, and if something causes an emotional breakdown they could break the very barriers holding them in."

"Why then did you say it mainly happens to muggles?" Asked Harry.

"Well if your child were to suddenly be run over what would be your first instinct?" She had asked.

"I don't know use a spell?" said Harry uncertainly.

"Would that really be your first instinct, or would you have to think about it for a second before using a spell?" Asked Karen passively.

"Ok, no I'd probably run over and try to lift the car," said Harry.

"Ok, but say your friend...Ron was it... was in the same position, now he's been raised as a wizard all his life, it's all he knows, what would he do?" She asked Her eyes seeking his.

"He'd probably try to use a spell right a way," Shrugged Harry.

"Exactly, the magical world doesn't have the muggle problem of not being able to lift the car, they don't embrace the feeling of panic, worry, sadness, grief... they instead solve the problem quickly with a muttered phrase. The overall feeling of helplessness, is lost on wizards today, no matter the problem there is usually a quick fix. They depend too much on magic, When I entered our world I couldn't believe what I saw, they basically use magic for everything, laziness and their dependency have made them utterly useless if they were ever to lose their magic. You want to incapacitate a pureblood in a battle, make them lose their wand. They'll chase after it, because that's the only way they know how to fight. They don't even see that they are a weapon, that fists are just as dangerous as a wand." She had shaken her head. "But, I digress, by using the reserves you can apparate. Now say I wanted to apparate to that corner," she pointed to the left corner, "I would think "Aphis Left Corner" then picture it clearly in my mind, then my magic would connect to an air current headed that way."

It Had been rather difficult but Harry had managed to finally do it with ease, and with almost no sound, it turned out that it took a lot of magical reserve to reduce the air pockets, which was why most wizards didn't bother with it. But as Karen had pointed out, stealth was a major priority in a battle or when spying, it wouldn't be productive to alert people to your arrival or departure if you didn't want them to know you were there.

Harry had just finished eating his dinner when his cell phone rang.

"Hello?" Asked Harry as he sat down on his couch.

"Hey, Harry, it's Trinity," replied a bored sounding Trinity.

"Hi, Trinity. What are you up to?"

"Nothing, just sitting here watching the house elves clean my room, they won't let me help them."

"Why won't they let you help them?"

"Apparently I just make things worse."

"How can you make things worse if you're cleaning?"

"Got me, all I know is that they won't let me help, and I've got nothing to do, Jason, Mya, and Jessica are all grounded because they were out past curfew."

"Doing what?"

"Just Hanging out."

"And they got grounded for that?"

"Well it could have been the fact that they came home not only late, but drunk as well."

"Oh yeah that could have been it."

"Yeah."

"So why aren't you grounded, your parents came home last week didn't they?"

"They left four days ago."

"Oh? Where'd they go?"

"Who knows."

"They didn't tell you?"

"They might have, but I don't remember if they did."

"Oh that's nice, what if they were hurt somewhere."

"Oh I doubt that, their more likely to be drinking matais and cruising on a yacht somewhere in the South Pacific, without me, mind you."

"Why do they leave you behind?"

"I don't know, probably ruin their fun if I went with them. I'm a burden to them, they're those people that think throwing money at a problem will make it go away. Which explains why I have 8 cars, three yachts, 4 motorcycles, and eighty-three pairs of shoes."

"Yeah...wait you have eighty-three pairs of shoes?"

"Wearable shoes, I have about fifteen pairs that are so out of fashion it's not even funny."

"So together you have ninety-seven pairs of shoes?"

"Yeah, my mom buys me a pair every time they go somewhere. Most people get pictures, souvenirs, or stuff animals, I get shoes."

"Er...yeah."

"Yeah. So I'm bored!"

"Yeah so am I."

"There aren't even any raves tonight. And clubs won't let anyone under 18 in, even if I could get in with my meta skills, it's no fun going alone."

"I'll go with you."

"And how do you plan to get in?"

"I have a connection at a club, I could probably get us in."

After meeting up with Trinity, they headed over to "the Rave" and found out that Harry's connection was in fact enough to allow them access. Even enough to persuade the bartender to give them beers. Although Harry had to admit that it could have been the fact that Trinity had overtly flirted with the 22 year old that allowed them beer.

After 5 beers, a few tequila shots Trinity had finally convinced Harry to get on the dance floor.

"Ok, just put your hands on my hips and move like this," Trinity moved seductively in Harry's arms.

"I've never seen anyone dance like this in Britain," slurred Harry. Both he and Trinity were pretty wasted, and her impromptu dance lesson was easily turning into more than a lesson.

"Well you Brits always are behind on the times..." she laughed.

"Hey we came up with Rock and Roll," said Harry defensively.

"And you're a prude, did you know that?"

"I am not."

"Are too."

"Are not"

"Are too."

"Are n..." Trinity had cut him off as her lips pressed aggressively against his.

Unlike his kiss with Cho, this one wasn't wet. Although as much as he thought about it, it wasn't any better. Sure when he kissed her back it was exciting and he liked it, but there wasn't really anything behind it. After all when you kissed someone weren't you suppose to see fireworks and the like? Or was he just reading too much into it? Her tongue pushed past his lips and found entrance into his mouth. She tasted like lime and salt from the tequila shot with a mix of cherry lipgloss, while an interesting taste he focused more on that then the actual kiss, and he was pretty sure that wasn't what it was suppose to be like.

She pulled away. "You're a pretty good kisser," she giggled slightly, it had to be the alcohol.

"Er...thanks." Said Harry.

"You know what Harry, you're too uptight, ya need to loosen up," Laughed Trinity.

"I'm not uptight," complained Harry.

"Sure ya are," she said, "Oh I know how to loosen you up!" She grabbed Harry's arm and dragged him outside and hailed a cab.

"A tattoo parlor?" Asked Harry standing outside a small hut with a neon OPEN sign hanging in the window.

"And piercing," said Trinity, "You need to be 18, or a parent present."

"Well we aren't 18 nor do we have parents so..." said Harry trailing off.

"Not yet, but a simple change in appearance," Trinity changed her hair to long, straight black hair and made her self look about late thirties. "And Walla, meet misses Pott...I mean Jameson! Come on."

Two hours later Harry left the parlor in rather a lot of pain, and feeling really drowsy from the alcohol. Trinity who had changed back to her previous appearance as soon as they left the parlor had passed out next to Harry on a bench they had sat down on. Harry not having much strength or clarity at the moment did the only thing he could, he found his cell phone and dialed the first number he could think of.

Well that's it. Done with this chapter. Sorry for the long, long, long delay. Review. Tell me what you think. AND YES THIS IS A H/HR STORY! IT'S MY SHIP AND I'M STICKING TO IT. :)