Disclaimer: I own none of the characters used within this story, they all belong to J.K. Rowling. I own none of the places referenced within this story, they belong to their respective owners or J.K. Rowling.
Note: This is set after the fourth book, with a much more pro-active Harry Potter, with the duel in the graveyard acting like it should have done in canon; as a kick up the ass to get him moving faster down the path of greatness.
First session of my version of the DA, known as Chimera. Also includes the set up for Harry's holiday plans with Remus and Sirius!
Personal Jesus
Harry sighed a little as he pushed the parchment away from him as he fell forwards onto the table top. He had been writing up some of his ideas for Chimera but after doing all of his homework it had proved too much for him and so he was now currently trying to fall asleep with the upper half of his body resting on the Fidelius-protected table. Of course the table's only other occupant, one Hufflepuff fifth year, had other ideas,
"Hey… don't you be falling asleep here!" Susan scolded him, poking him sharply in the ribs to get his attention. Harry flinched from the poke and groaned,
"I'm still awake you evil woman!" he cried out, his voice muffled as his head was resting on his folded arms. Susan huffed and poked him again,
"But you're falling asleep!" she accused him, "And before you help me with Runes as well!"
Harry groaned, folding his arms over the top of his head in an effort to avoid hearing Susan anymore,
"Why does everyone think I'm good at Runes suddenly? I copy them from a freaking book!" he cried out again, his voice muffled by the table now. Susan sat down next to him and pressed her body against his side. His subconscious stiffening told her that her body had had the desired effect,
"But you promised~!" she cooed into his ear in a teasing voice. Harry groaned again before pulling his head upright,
"Alright… what do I have to do?" he asked tiredly. Susan frowned when she noticed the bags under his eyes,
"When was the last time you got a good night's sleep?" she asked quietly. Harry, seemingly too tired to detect the note of concern in her voice, shrugged,
"Finnegan's been acting like a douche in the dorms…" he muttered, yawning despite himself. Susan's eyes narrowed and she hugged him tighter to him,
"Oh really? Any reason why?" she asked tightly, trying not to sound too angry in case it kept him from answering. Harry yawned again,
"The censure mostly… also seems to think that I'm the next Dark Lord…" he paused and suddenly tensed again. Apparently that had been a subject he hadn't wanted to talk about but had been too suggestible in his current state to stop himself. Susan pulled his head down to the crook of her neck and held him close,
"Don't worry about those people Harry…" she cooed into his ear, causing him to relax slightly. Harry sighed and melted into Susan,
"But those people are most of the student body…" he mumbled from his place resting against her. Susan chuckled,
"Well most of the student body is made up of idiots." She replied easily, causing him to chuckle lightly against her neck, sending tingles down her spine at the sensation,
"I guess you're right…" he muttered in reply. Susan smiled a little,
"You know I'm right." She declared teasingly as she began to run her fingers idly through his hair. Harry pulled his head back slightly,
"What are you doing with my hair?" he asked jokingly, but Susan saw the genuine confusion in his eyes. She frowned,
"I was playing with your hair… has no one ever done that before?" she asked quietly. Harry frowned a little before shaking his head,
"No… they either wanted to try and make it neat or cut it." He replied eventually, after thinking about all of the times his 'aunt' had tried to cut his hair, without success. Susan tutted and moved her chair further away, pulling his head with her so that he had to lie sideways across his own chair to rest his head in her lap,
"You poor boy…" she cooed, running her hands through his hair again, "Deprived of such an easy way to be comforted by touch…"
Harry smiled slightly as he shifted slightly to get more comfortable,
"Well… it certainly is comforting." He agreed as his eyes began to feel heavier and heavier. Susan giggled softly to herself and began to twirl strands of his hair around one of her fingers,
"Good… although you're not supposed to fall asleep." She commented with a faraway smile tugging at her lips. Harry mumbled something incomprehensible,
"But it's nice down here…" he clarified slightly, his voice still muffled as he sought to burrow his head further into her lap. Susan's cheeks reddened a little at his words before poking him in the cheek playfully,
"Nice as it may be, you don't fall asleep with you head in a girl's lap." She mock scolded him. Harry cracked an eye open and smirked up at her,
"I know but you skirt prevents me from doing anything more…" his paused here and Susan felt her throat go dry as he licked his lips, "Entertaining."
As Harry closed his eye again and went back to nuzzling into her leg, Susan let out a breath she had known she'd been holding and frantically began searching for something to talk about to take her mind off of the images Harry's words had put into her mind. Desparately, she clung onto the first subject she could think of,
"S-so Harry… what will we be doing in the meeting tomorrow?" she asked, her cheeks still flushed red. Harry sighed and slowly opened his eyes to look up at her,
"Not much this week. Probably just greeting the new people…" he raised an eyebrow, "That reminds me… who have you told about it?"
Susan smirked; now back in the leading role as she had information that he wanted,
"Wouldn't you like to know…" she teased as her fingers resumed running through his hair. Harry pouted,
"No fair." He mumbled. Susan chuckled,
"I don't care Mister." She scolded playfully. She looked thoughtful for a moment, "I suppose I could tell you… on one condition!"
Harry rolled his eyes,
"And what is this 'one condition' oh mighty one?" he joked. Susan smirked,
"You must go to bed. Right now." She told him while trying to keep a straight face. Harry's eyes widened,
"But it's only just past dinner!" he protested. Susan tutted,
"But you need extra sleep tonight Mister." She instructed him, much like a stern mother would. Harry sighed a little as he sat up,
"Fine… so who are you bringing?" he asked with a small smile. Susan smirked,
"Justin." She replied haughtily. Harry frowned,
"Justin? Ah hell, I could have thought of that…" he muttered to himself. Susan chuckled,
"But you already agreed so off to bed with you!" she ordered playfully. Harry raised an eyebrow and smirked suggestively,
"Only if I can get a goodnight kiss." He shot back. Susan's eyes widened in suddenly surprise, her bark being bigger than her bite. Eventually she tilted her head to the side and presented her cheek to him,
"Go on then…" she decided with a smile. Harry chuckled and pulled her back round to face him by her chin. Her smile slowly fell as he gently kissed her on the lips before pulling away,
"Nighty night then Susan." He told her with a smirk before getting up and walking out of the library. Susan let out a deep breath and she slumped onto the table top. The tingles from the kiss had confirmed something she'd been suspecting for a while now,
"Oh poo…" she muttered with childishly pouting, "Now I'm in love with the berk… how am I going to explain this to Aunt Ami? Not to mention what am I going to do about Daphne? If she's fallen half as hard as I think she has…"
Susan's head hit the table top rather loudly,
"I don't even like sharing…"
The table had been magically extended for the first meeting of Chimera with the 'lower ranks' included, simply in order to fit the greater number of people. One end of the table had been modified further, the rectangular table top bulging out at one end to form a semi-circle at the end of the rectangular length of table. Six chairs were placed in the semi-circle, with one chair seemingly placed in the middle to gather more attention to its occupant. Down the length of rectangular table top, chairs were placed only along the sides of the table, with no chair at the 'head' of the table to give all those seated at the rectangular table the impression that they were all equal, much in the same way that the semi-circle was meant to give the impression that those around it were equal to each other but above those further down the table.
A calm and collected Harry Potter sat in the centremost chair, looking down the length of the table from his place on the semi-circle and over his steeped hands. Neville sat on his right, making idle conversation with Hannah and Tracey, who were further down on Harry's right. Daphne and Susan were talking in hushed tones to the left of Harry, Daphne's hand resting comfortably on his left knee. Harry frowned a little as people began to notice the table, which was so obviously out of place in the library. Either his friends had been careless with their notes (which he highly doubted) or these were to be the first 'recruits'.
Luna Lovegood sat down, dreamily smiling at everyone, closest to Susan, who smiled and waved a little in greeting. Cho Chang, looking very reluctant, sat down next to Luna to avoid being sat next to any of the members from other houses, especially the Slytherin members. She sent a glittering smile down at Harry, which he acknowledged by raising one hand up slightly in greeting, allowing him to miss the furious expression Susan shot at the 'Claw and the way that Daphne's hand tightened it's grip on his knee slightly.
From Hufflepuff, Justin Finch-Fletchley and Michael Corner made their way over to the table. Justin, understandably, looked absolutely terrible. His usually tidy curls were a mess, all of them tattered and knotted as if he hadn't washed his hair in days, and red rings around his eyes suggested crying, and quite a great deal of it. He was about to sit down, closest to Tracey at the edge of the semi-circle, when Michael dragged him further down the table by his arm, all the while sneering hatefully at the Slytherins and Harry.
The Slytherin turn-out for the meeting was poorer, as expected, with only the tall, dark skinned, Blaise Zabini. Without a cold indifference, he regarded those assembled. He locked eyes with Harry and gave a barely noticeable nod, which was returned in kind, before sitting down closest to Tracey.
The Weasley Twins soon sat down across from the Hufflepuff boys with cheerful waves to Harry and the others. Lee Jordan waved as well, a little more reserved than the Weasley Twins. Harry stared at him for a moment and Jordan looked away, confirming Harry's suspicion that he was one of people who thought that he was turning dark. Probably meant that he was only there at the insistence of the Weasley Twins.
After staying silent for a full minute, to make them sweat, Harry stood up abruptly from his chair, making all of them jump. Of course, Zabini and Corner both tried to make it look like they'd known he'd moved and were only acting surprised. Harry understood why Zabini would do it; to show weakness in Slytherin House was to invite betrayal. But Corner… well he just seemed to be hostile towards everyone at the table except Hannah. Harry resisted the urge to roll his eyes. It was nigh on improbable for Corner to get Hannah's attention while Neville was in the room but he was welcome to try. Harry looked around the new members a few more times from his new standing position, still in complete silence. His sobering gaze even managed to shake Luna's perpetually dreamy smile from her face, leaving her frowning ever so slightly. Corner, his frustration having been visibly building, stood up from his chair in a rage,
"Enough with the silent treatment Potter! What the hell are we doing here?" he demanded, his eyes narrowing in what would have been a threatening stance to anyone but Harry. All eyes moved from Corner to Harry, to watch his response to the outburst. Harry turned his head slightly to fix Corner with a withering glare. Corner's leg wobbled slightly at the intensity,
"Sit. Down." Harry intoned firmly, taking care to be very clear about his instruction. Almost immediately, Corner sat back down in his chair. Casting another look at the group he slowly placed his wand on the table in front of him, "Put your wand on the table in front of you, slightly to your right."
Confused but unwilling to disobey for fear of receiving a glare like Corner, every one of the new members put their wand on the table in front of them. The Twins and Luna did it without hesitation, Jordan, Cho and Justin all put theirs down with some concern but Zabini and Corner put theirs down very reluctantly indeed. Harry slowly moved around the table before turning Luna's head to stare deeply into her eyes. Finding them alive, dreamy and unfocused but alive with awareness, he moved on. He turned Cho's head, finding that she leant into his hand a little too easily for his liking, and saw that her eyes were also lacking the dull quality he was watching out for. Corner's eyes were rather hateful but not dulled and Zabini's were full of suspicion. Finding nothing out of place, he slowly and silently walked back to his own seat. Zabini leant forwards as Harry sat down,
"What was that about Potter? I know you weren't trying to look into our minds." He observed coolly, his eyes darting around those seated at the semi-circle. Harry gave him an even look before replying,
"The Imperius Curse." He replied calmly, causing some of the new members to stiffen in response, "And other types of control often leave the victim with little 'life' in their eyes. You have all passed."
Zabini seemed surprised by this but he nodded his head in understanding. Corner frowned,
"And why would you check for such things?" he demanded, his temper still slightly in check from Harry's earlier glare. Harry frowned right back,
"Because I am not a trusting fool like yourself Corner." He replied coldly. Corner bristled while Fred and George grinned,
"Ooooooo…. Corner's a foooool…!" Fred teased while George and Lee Jordan laughed at the Hufflepuff forth year. Corner stood up quickly, looking between Hannah and Susan before giving Harry a particularly nasty glare,
"He's insulting me for my trustfulness; he's basically insulting me for being a Hufflepuff! Why aren't you two mad at him? Has he cursed you?" he demanded, apparently thinking it was alright to yell at two girls if he couldn't yell at Harry. Before either girl could respond, Harry was up with his wand in his hand. Corner's eyes widened and he reached for his wand to find it missing from the table. Quickly he looked up to try and find it but a banishing charm slammed into the side of his face instead. He was sent spinning out of his seat but before he could pick himself back up, both Justin and Zabini had their wands pointed at him threateningly. Corner recoiled from the controlled disgust of Zabini and the barely controlled anger of Justin. His fellow Hufflepuff gritted his teeth,
"Apologies for shouting at Hannah and Susan… NOW!" he ordered forcefully. Corner looked from his housemate to Zabini and flinched when the black boy glared at him,
"That is no way for a gentleman to behave." He intoned firmly. He opened his mouth to protest but saw Harry walking around the table towards him,
"Sit back in your chair and speak when spoken to." Harry ordered the other boy, grabbing him by his arm to push him towards his chair, "See if you can avoid offending anyone."
As Harry returned to his seat he took several deep breaths to calm himself, along with patting Susan gently on the shoulder as he passed. He finally sat back down and gave Daphne's hand a secret squeeze under the table before returning to the meeting,
"There is a war on." He told them simply, "Voldemort has returned and The Ministry is trying damn hard to ignore it. Dumbledore is attempting to fight Voldemort but he is not doing enough."
All of the new members flinched twice during this speech and Lee Jordan cursed,
"God damn it Harry! Don't say his name!" he shouted across the table, clearly distressed. Harry tilted his head to the side mockingly,
"Voldemort." He said simply, causing the older teen to flinch again, "Voldemort is alive. Voldemort is attacking people. Voldemort will soon start attacking magical people. Voldemort needs to be stopped."
Corner, who had also been flinching at the name, spoke up again,
"But how do we know that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named actually is back? We've only got your word and Dumbledore's word!" he shot back, seemingly forgetting what his outspoken stupidity had earned him the first few times he'd spoken up. Lee Jordan nodded in agreement and the other new members looked thoughtful. Harry put his right hand over his heart,
"I, Harry James Potter, do swear on my magic and my life that Tom Riddle, also known as Lord Voldemort, has returned!" he declared firmly. A light blue glow formed around him before quickly dissipating. Corner fell back in his chair, his eyes wide and his mouth agape. The new members, even the Weasley Twins, were all equally as shocked. Except for Luna, Luna didn't really react at all and just continued to smile dreamily at the world. Harry nodded towards Neville and sat back down, squeezing Daphne's knee comfortingly. Neville stood up and cleared his throat,
"This organisation, Chimera, does hereby pledge that it's two goals are simply; the destruction of the Dark Lord known as Voldemort and helping the students of Hogwarts pass their end of year exams." He looked around the new members with a hard glint to his eyes, "All members of this organisation must swear to the first promise, if not the second one. There will be no exceptions."
Blaise showed some of his slytherin skills and raised a questioning eyebrow before asking,
"And what if we don't swear the oath because it is worded so that we lose out?" he asked Neville, a slight expression on his face showing his doubts about Neville's abilities. Tracey glared at the dark teen and hit him playfully on the arm,
"Because Daphne's the one who wrote it of course." She told him in a harsh whisper. Blaise got one look at Daphne's carefully neutral face and turned back to Neville,
"Question withdrawn." He announced firmly. Cho narrowed her eyes at Daphne, her gaze lingering on the space between them,
"And what if we don't trust her?" she asked with no small amount of venom in her voice. Daphne went to answer but Susan beat her to it,
"Then we Obliviate you and send you on your way." She snapped back, having quickly sprung to the slytherin girl's aid. Cho looked from Susan, to Harry, to Daphne and then to Susan again before looking disgusted and looking away. Apparently the question was withdrawn. Neville looked around the table,
"Any more questions?" he asked loudly. None of the new members spoke up so he turned to Harry, "I think it's time we voted on a leader."
Harry frowned a little,
"Why? I like the semi-circle idea. Makes it like a democracy." He answered with a small shrug. Daphne gently nudged him, getting his attention,
"We need someone who can give commands in the heat of battle Harry, for that we need a leader and not a committee." She told him, staring firmly into his eyes. Harry paused for a moment, still staring into Daphne's eyes, before nodding slightly,
"Alright… we'll nominate and vote for an overall leader." He agreed finally, only breaking his gaze from Daphne to nod to Neville. Neville smiled,
"I nominate Harry Potter." He announced firmly, a small grin tugging at his mouth. Harry scowled playfully at his friend; he knew he didn't like the spotlight. The Weasley Twins immediately cheered happily and Harry glared playfully at them. Corner stood up and pointed at Susan,
"I nominate Susan. She'd do a much better job of running this group than Potter. Leadership is in her blood!" he announced with a toothy smile directed at Susan. Apparently he thought he would get brownie points for nominating her, an idea which was shot down by her fierce glare. As Corner was sitting down, Blaise stood up slowly,
"I nominate Daphne. No offence Potter but she's got a better head on her shoulders." He announced neutrally. Daphne nodded slightly in acknowledgement and Harry smiled a little as he stood up,
"I nominate Neville. He's got more courage than I could ever hope to have." He declared, grinning when Neville went bright red and punched him in the arm. Tracey rolled her eyes,
"All those in favour of Susan Bones as leader, raise your hand." She instructed. Corner's hand instantly went up but it was the only one, even Susan's hands remained on the table. He deflated with a huff and sat back down again. Hannah continued,
"All those in favour of Daphne Greengrass as leader, raise your hand." She told them neutrally. Both Blaise and Lee Jordan put their hands up. Daphne nodded in acknowledgement, despite her expression tightening slightly in displease. Harry reassuringly patted her knee gently as Tracey picked it up,
"All those in favour of Neville Longbottom as leader, raise your hand." She instructed coldly. Harry happily put his hand up, which earned him another punch, and so did Cho. Neville went bright red and Hannah squeezed his shoulder slightly to calm him down,
"All those in favour of Harry Potter as leader, raise your hand." She declared, smirking at Harry. The Weasley Twins raised their hands immediately and started to cheer. Justin, shaking his head lightly at their antics, raised his hand as well. Every one seated at the semi-circle, barring Harry himself, raised their hands. Harry mocked glared at Neville,
"It's a conspiracy I say!" he joked before shaking his head, "Alright. I'll be the leader. The meetings will resume after the winter holidays, once a suitable place has been found to hold the active meetings. We'll get you the message as to where the place is. That's it for this year, Merry Christmas."
Harry had just enough time to note the displeased expressions on the faces of Cho Chang and Michael Corner before the Weasley Twins decided that it would be a good idea to start a celebratory dog-pile on the new leader.
Harry sighed as he pulled himself up out of his lotus position, arcing his back and stretching his limbs out to try and get the pins and needles out of them. He sighed and looked around the room again, noting that the 'Come and Go Room', as Dobby called it, had changed from the blank and impenetrable room he had initially wanted intro a bare room with a single armchair in front of a roaring fire. He sighed a little and fell into the chair.
He's been trying for hours now to progress in his Animagus transformation but all he'd succeeded in doing was pissing off the Inner Wolf. Of course he'd left his centre pretty quickly after that and was now staring deeply into the crackling fire, trying to think about another thing which was puzzling him.
Professor Dumbledore had sent him a letter, simply telling him that if he was feeling troubled then his godfather, Sirius Black, was living at Number 12 Grimmauld Place. From his mother's notes on charms he'd quickly realised that Dumbledore had given him a slip of paper with the name of the house on it because the house was under the Fidelius Charm, with him as the Secret Keeper.
This, in itself, was not a problem. In fact it was a most wonderful thing as it provided him with a chance to speak to his godfather. Provided, of course, that he could find a fireplace connected to the Floo Network that wasn't being watched by either the headmaster or Umbridge. He frowned a little. It was incredibly tempting to do something stupid to try and Floo his godfather and he had to wonder if that was the reason why Dumbledore had given him the address. After all, he wasn't exactly on the best of terms with the headmaster. And he had no idea how far the old man was willing to go to get him onside.
Eventually it was the nagging worry and frustration over his Animagus abilities that prompted him to make the decision to Floo call Sirius. After all, who better to help with a problem related to an Animagus transformation than an Animagus? But that left the problem of finding a fireplace which wasn't monitored. Where would he find a fireplace, with Floo access, which wasn't being watched? He thought hard about it for a long time before he heard a small noise, like a pot falling a short distance onto stone. He opened his eyes, which he'd closed in thought, and saw a small clay pot, with a matching lid, now a foot away from the fireplace.
He almost began to look around for the person who had put the pot on the floor before he realised that he was in a room which catered to the every need of the occupants. Mentally slapping himself, Harry stood up from his chair to bend down and open the pot. Inside was a silvery dust that he recognised as Floo Powder. He looked into the fire again with a frown.
The room couldn't have really made the fire free from people watching… could it?
But then again, half of the room had turned into a forest and the other a sitting room when he'd asked it to. Hell, as far as he knew the room had limitless potential. So why the hell couldn't it make an untraceable fireplace?
With only a slight amount of hesitation, Harry reached into the pot and pulled out a decent handful of powder. Hesitating only a fraction of a second longer than before, he threw the dust into the fire and watched the flames turn emerald and the heat from them dull. Getting down on his knees in front of the fire, Harry took a deep breath before sticking his head inside the emerald flames. The lack of burning told him that the Floo powder had worked,
"Number Twelve Grimmauld Place!" he called out as clearly as he could. He'd travelled by Floo before so he knew the tugging and twisting sensation when he felt it but this time it was fixed solely on his head, leaving the rest of his body firmly where it was. After a few seconds of thinking he was going to be sick, the world stopped spinning around his head and he was left staring into a particularly dark and dusty dining room. Dust lined every surface of the room except for the massive dining table and the surrounding chairs, which looked like they saw a lot of traffic. A man was sat at the head of the table, a copy of the Daily Prophet held up between himself and the fire. Harry smiled a little,
"Hello? Sirius? Is that you?" he called through the fire. At his call, the Daily Prophet was immediately thrown to the corner of the room by the haggard-looking man that had been named his godfather. Sirius Black almost flew across the room to the fireplace in bounding steps which would have suited his dog-form more than his human one. Harry grinned as he saw that Sirius was smiling widely, clearly happy to see him. Harry chuckled, "No need to rush to see little old me Sirius."
Sirius barked a laugh, sounding remarkably like his Animagus form,
"If I can't react like this for you then who can I react like that for?" he asked back as he settled himself down in front of the fireplace, the wide smile seemingly attached to his now cleaner face. The last time Harry had seen his godfather he'd looked every part the fugitive but apparently the house had done some good, allowing his to shave properly for the first time in fourteen years. He was also dressed well as well, now in what muggles would have called a blazer and trousers combo. Harry raised an eyebrow,
"You look like Hugh Heffner." He told his godfather with a grin. Sirius puffed his chest out,
"I don't like to brag but I like to think I've got more notches in my wand holster than even old Heff'." He joked, rubbing his fingernails against his blazer in an attempt to appear indifferent. Harry shook his head with a smile,
"Whatever Sirius… I actually called for a reason." He became more serious and Sirius noted the changed immediately, and responded by becoming more serious as well,
"Well you can always ask me for help pup. What's on your mind?" he asked, once again shifting in place to try and find a comfortable way to be sat on the cold, hard, floor. Harry frowned a little,
"McGonagall gave us a potion in Transfiguration a while back…" he began but Sirius nodded, cutting him off,
"A potion that forces you into a meditative state in order for you to have a vision involving your Inner Animal. Made for the Animagus transformation process." He rattled off before smirking, "Sorry but she pulled that trick on us in fifth year too. How'd you think your father and I first got the idea to become Animagi? Well… we actually got the gist of the speech from a fifth year who sold us the potion. Same thing really."
Harry laughed at his godfather's story before continuing,
"Well me and Neville had a reaction to it." He added with a small frown. Sirius nodded gently,
"Yeah Wormtail had the same reaction, mainly because he still wasn't able to transform after three years of practice." He commented idly, having grimaced at having to use his traitorous ex-friend's name. Harry nodded,
"Well mine is a bit odd." He frowned again, "The reaction was supposed to transfer the instincts of the animal to me for a short period of time. You only get them permanently once you reach a certain stage, once you have accepted or dominated your Inner Animal, right?"
At Sirius' nod, Harry continued,
"Well mine was a Dread Wolf, an extinct animal. The problem is that the effects of the partial meld with my animal… well they're not temporary like they should be." He sighed a little, "It's like a… like a…"
"Like a small voice, in the back of your head, whispering at you to do certain things." Sirius supplied helpfully. At Harry's nod, he frowned, "Harry, that stage should have been beyond you at that stage. It only comes after you've learnt how to at least partially transform."
Harry raised an eyebrow,
"I've faced Voldemort, and lived, more times than Dumbledore. And I'm now even a quarter of his age. I think I'm the sort of person that 'firsts' happen to Sirius." He replied with a frown. Sirius nodded,
"Well, not to worry Pup. I have an idea." Sirius declared with the confident grin Harry had only seen on his face a few times. He grinned back,
"If it involves strippers then I'll have to decline… I'm kind of looking at starting a relationship with someone." He replied, blushing a little bit towards the end. Sirius stuck his tongue out,
"Party pooper." He announced childishly before grinning again, "But seriously, the plan is to have you come over here for the winter holidays and give you the Marauder's Crash Course!"
Harry thought about the name and what he knew of the Marauders before wincing slightly,
"It sounds painful…" he replied before grinning, "But fun. Sure Sirius, I'd loved to come and spend the winter holidays with you!"
Sirius grinned and held up a finger,
"And Mooney!" he amended before grinning wildly, "It'll be great Pup! A Christmas that I'll be looking forward to in this dump!"
Harry grinned,
"Likewise Padfoot, likewise."
Omakes!
Harry Potter and the Proposition (Thanks to KennethRose for this one!)
Snape: I don't expect any of you useless students to create this potion, but perhaps it will teach you a lesson in humili-
Harry: *Sighing deeply* Screw this, seriously – I'm going back to bed.
Pansy: *leans over and purrs suggestively* Can I Slytherin?
Harry: *Slowly turns to Neville with a pained look on his face*
Neville: *Eyes widening* Now hold on a minute Harr-
Harry: BLEH!
Neville: GODDAMN IT HARRY, AGAIN? THESE ARE MY BEST JEANS!
Harry: *wipes mouth daintily with a smirk*
Harry Potter and the Devilish Twin Speak
Harry: *walking into the common room* Hey Fred, hey George.
Fred(?): Harry dear boy-
George(?): -we were just-
Gred(?): -talking about you and-
Forge(?): -were thinking that you-
GOJKJE(?): -would be a good business partner and-
FRROI(?): -help us with a problem.
Harry: *points pistol into mouth*
Harry Potter and the Sprites and the Elves (Kreacher)
Kreacher: *pops into existence next to Harry* Young Master!
Harry: *jumps up in surprise* MERLIN'S BEARD! What the hell? Who are you?
Kreacher: *Bows* Kreacher is House Elf serving the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black…
Harry: *relaxes slightly* Oh… well okay then.
Kreacher: Now Kreacher has seen that Young Master is consorting with two pure blood witches…
Harry: Yeah well I haven't really-
Kreacher: Young Master must ensnare them to ensure the future of the Blacks!
Harry: *raises eyebrow* And by ensnare you mean…
Kreacher: Young Master must tie them down to a bed and then proceed to-
Harry: *covering Kreacher's mouth* Don't talk about that! *Is embarrassed*
Kreacher: *removes hand* Kreacher was going to say that Young Master must brand them as his!
Harry: Oh… you mean like, marry them or something?
Kreacher: *pulls out cattle brand* No, like this.
Harry: … I'll ask but I don't think they're into that.
Harry Potter and The Nargles' Guide to Breeding (Luna)
Harry: *going in for the kiss*
Susan: *waiting to receive the kiss*
Luna: *pops up between the two* Harry… remember to tickle the Marmels in their Struppels on the back of her tongue.
Harry: *jumps back* What the hell?
Luna: *slowly walks away* Beware Harry! She may be infected with Wrackspurts! Be sure to use protection!
Harry: *Blushing* Luna we have pro-
Luna: Here is your towel. *Hands Harry a bath towel*
Harry: …
Luna: *Is serious* Keep your towel with you at all times Harry.
Harry: …right.
Luna: Toodles. *disappears into thin air*
Susan: … I have a question.
Harry: What question?
Susan: You know… a question about… well everything that's happene-
Luna: The answer is 42!
Sorry it took so long, I've been away for a little while. Don't worry, it's not plot problems.
Keep sending your omake ideas in!
Next Chapter:
Before the Winter Break! Daphne's family problems! Harry gets lucky?
