Note: I don't own anything you recognize...that's the property of JK Rowling and e4...naturally I've fiddled with the time frames and such to fit what I wanted...Enjoy this crossover!

Ron choked on his butterbeer and the room had a good laugh at his expense.

"I'll take them up and get the room ready. Nathan can do the bedding and such. Try to keep him in line, girls. Otherwise I'm sure he'll have half naked pictures on the walls and a fridge full of beer."

"You're a wizard, Nathan?" Ginny asked.

"Yeah. I was a couple years behind Charlie at school."

"Explain how you were put with the smart kids. I don't believe that," Kelly said.

"Fuck, I'm not gonna live that down. I've got an eidetic memory but when I graduated and stayed in the Muggle world, I dumbed down so people wouldn't be weird around me."

"You're that Nathan Young? I've read about you. Ravenclaws are typically the brightest ones at school but you were the top of your class each year you were there. You came a point under Professor Snape in the Potions N.E.W.T."

"Ron, try to calm your friend down. If it doesn't work, kiss her to shut her up. Then take her and Simon upstairs. The rest follow me."

Ron turned as red as his hair while I got up from the table. The others followed me including Charlie and Dad to the attic. My magic expanded the room larger but not overly large. Dad, Nathan and Charlie helped me to conjure up beds for everyone and placed them around the room.

"Decorate it how ever you all want but for each half naked picture of a girl there will be two half naked pictures of guys. Just because Nathan has a wand doesn't mean you can't kick his ass if need be. Do you have a place where we can talk, Charlie?"

"Yeah, I think I do."

Charlie grabbed my hand and pulled me from the attic. We went down two flights before he pulled me into a room. Clearly it was his bedroom from the mess on the floor. With a wave of his wand, it was cleaned up. Since there was no other place to sit, I climbed up onto the bed and leaned back against the headboard. He sat across from me, leaning on one of the bedposts.

"I have no idea where to start this. Sure it's like a first date but we've got 2weeks to get to know each other before I have to choose. Tell me about yourself and your family. Where did you end up after graduating? What house were you in? We'll start off with that kind of stuff. It's easier to build up to the harder more personal topics."

"I'm Charles Weasley, born 23years ago in December. As you can see our family is quite big with Ginny being the only girl in generations. I'm the second born son with Bill being first and I'm sure you'll meet him eventually. My family lives in a home that some might consider a bit shabby."

"If someone says that then they're ignorant. Any place where a family lives and are happy is a home. It doesn't matter if it's a mansion, an apartment or a cabin. It's about who you're with."

Charlie smiled and continued on with his family and life. He was placed in Gryffindor and naturally loved being at Hogwarts. He made the Quidditch team as a seeker and eventually became captain. While he wouldn't have it any other way, he found the schoolwork, being a prefect (whatever that is), and Quidditch captain too much but pulled through.

"I hate being stuck indoors. If I can I'm outside doing anything and everything. When we were able to select elective classes in our 3rd year, I knew I was going to take Care of Magical Creatures. Being outdoors and the presence of the different creatures was soothing to me. That's why I decided to move to Romania and work at a dragon reserve."

"Would that be where you gained all those fancy scars from?" I asked, trailing a finger across one on his forearm.

I briefly caught the shudder that traveled through his body. I smiled and took pity on him. The next few minutes were spent talking about my life. I explained living in Canada, Mum and her business, and attending the magical school there.

"I was never one to play sports except for volleyball. Sure there was a Quidditch team but I only watched the games. While not studying, I was with my friends working on the yearbook or playing little pranks."

"What's volleyball? What's a yearbook?"

"I keep forgetting that you're a pureblood. Volleyball is a Muggle sport with six players on each team. One player serves the ball to the other team and they try to keep it from hitting the floor. There's more to it but it would be simpler to have you watch a game. A yearbook is done each year with pictures of the students, faculty, different teams, and other fun stuff. I have my yearbook from last year so I could show it to you if you want."

"I'd like that."

"Now that we know a little about each other, let's play 20 Questions?"

"Let me guess, it's a Muggle game."

"It is and quite simple. We trade off and ask the other a question. You can decide to answer it yourself but it's not necessary. I'll go first with a general question. Why did you volunteer? You had never met me but yet you offered to bond with me. From what Nathan said, you could have your pick of girls."

"In Hogwarts, it was true but most don't want to date someone who looks after dragons. They don't want to deal with burns, cuts, clothes so destroyed that they have to be thrown out. Honestly, I haven't dated anyone since my last year at school and when I saw a pensieve photo of you I thought you were hot. Even now you're quite stunning."

"Flattery won't get you anywhere but it's a nice start. Now it's your turn to ask me a question."

"Ron told me that you didn't know that Remus was a werewolf. Were you ever afraid?"

"Why would I be? Dad wasn't transformed and even then, I think he would recognize me as his cub. I hate that some people can't see past the what. Yes, my father is a werewolf but it doesn't stop him from being a wonderful person, a wizard, a man who wants to protect our world from a bastard. One night a month Dad isn't himself but what about the other 29days? Some women are worse during their period."

The man in front of me blushed but I continued on.

"I'm sorry to say but if you can't handle being bonded to the daughter of a werewolf, who has inherited some traits then we're done talking."

"I have no problems with that. Is there anything else you feel so strongly about?"

"Yeah. I doubt you'd ever do it but if any man raises his hand to me, I will hit back. A friend's dad would beat her mother and make her watch. When she was older, he would hit her until one day she couldn't take it anymore. She pushed him down the stairs. When I found out what she had been going through, I decided I wouldn't be a victim."

"I hope he got what he deserved."

"Yup he did. A broken neck and a casket."

The rest of our game steered clear of any more depressing topics. Charlie's fun to be with. He made me laugh on numerous occasions and I could see him glancing at my legs that were tucked under me. Just before we called an end to our talk, I sat up on my knees and faced the redhead.

"I know you find me attractive and I think you're hot but does it bother you that I just turned 16? That my previous experiences went as far as sloppy groping?"

"Seven years is a big difference in age but you're not like many other 16year olds. Besides if you wanted someone closer to your age, you would have to choose between Harry, Ron, Fred or George. And as to your level of experience, it doesn't matter to me. I'm glad that you haven't gone past that so that it will be even more special."

I leaned over and pressed a light kiss to his cheek.

"If you keep saying stuff like that, my girly side is going to kick in and I'll be swooning at your feet."

I gave Charlie a quick hug and left his bedroom. I headed downstairs for a quick drink and found Hermione and Simon sitting around the kitchen table talking. Clearly putting the two of them together was a fabulous idea. They didn't notice me as I grabbed a butterbeer from the fridge and walked up all those stairs to the attic. The décor was just perfect. Posters of awesome bands, some running pictures, and other things littered the room. It actually looked lived in.

"So your talk with Charlie is all done?" Alisha asked.

"It is and if he's up for it, Nathan is next. Where did the little fucker go to?"

"He's in with Harry and Ron. Something about a sport on brooms."

"He'll be there all night. We'll just chat tomorrow. Did you get a tour of the house? I know that this isn't where you want to be but if that rotten bastard ever came after you, I didn't want to see your name in the obits."

"Simon still with that brainy chick?" Kelly asked.

"They're down in the kitchen. With everything that they can ask each other, I doubt they'll get bored any time soon. It's too early to be heading to bed and I doubt I can make a TV work."

"If we were out, we'd be hitting the clubs. RJ would definitely be attracting some major arse."

"Who says we can't? True, I brought you here to protect you but that doesn't mean we can't get out and live. That settles it. Change and I'll go gather everyone else. Stay up here since I'll have to distract the old people."

I hurried down the various levels passing on the party info to Nathan, Simon, the twins, and the others. The attic was crowded but we all fit. Hermione, Tonks, Charlie, Harry, Ginny, Ron, Curtis, Fred, Kelly, George, Alisha, Nathan, and Simon sat or stood around me. A couple people were trying to convince us from going out.

"It's going to get really boring here until we can figure something out. Tonight we're going to head out, find a party, and enjoy life. No magic, no superpowers, nothing. Just some young adults having a good time. If you really don't want to go, you don't have to but you will be covering for us. I can alter appearances if you are worried that you'll be spotted."

"RJ, do you really think it wise to go out into London when there are Death Eaters looking for Muggles?"

"Trust me. I'm going to enjoy this free reign of my magic until I have to bind it. No Death Eater will find us. Now who wants to go?"

All the Weasleys agreed to go and I changed their hair so they didn't stick out. I straightened and lightened Hermione's hair. Tonks agreed to keep an eye on us and to provide coverage if Death Eaters do find us. I could see that Harry desperately wanted to go but was hesitant in agreeing. I smirked and grabbed his hand. I pulled him out of the attic, shutting the door behind us. There wasn't much room on the landing before the stairs but it was enough to do what I wanted.

"Trust me for a minute, Harry. Close your eyes."

The Boy Who Lived did and I pictured one of the boys I crushed on back in Canada with a bit of change. I ran my fingers through his hair and it changed from the messy black to a pale brown similar to my own. I ran my hands down his shoulders, chest and pressed my palms into his stomach.

"Don't open them yet. You'll be shocked when it's finished," I said as I continued down his body.

There wasn't anything I could do about his height but I changed whatever I could. I pulled off his round black frames and transfigured them into something that suited him more. Now the biggest thing was that scar.

"I don't know if this will hurt but if it does, tell me and I'll block the pain."

I pressed the palm of my left hand to his scar and my right hand cupped the back of his head. I immediately felt the searing in my hand. I questioned Harry but he didn't feel anything. The magic that I was trying to do might not even be possible but I knew I had to try. I took a deep breath and pushed my magic and my will into Harry's scar. We stood there connected for several minutes before I felt the change.

I lowered my hands and a huge grin appeared on my face. I told Harry to open his eyes and I conjured a mirror for him. He couldn't believe how he looked. I banished the mirror and grabbed his arm with my right hand. We stepped into the noisy room and as soon as everyone saw us, it went deadly silent.

"So for tonight, he isn't Harry. Some of you will need different names, but something easy to remember. We don't want other magical people to recognize your names. Mr. Name Less, what would you like to be called?"

Harry decided he wanted to be Henry. Tonks went with Dora and Hermione went with Jean. Once that was all settled, I quickly altered the clothes I was in into something more worthy of a party and I headed downstairs. I could hear Dad and Sirius joking in the front room and they would be the ones we had to get past. I decided that I needed to be honest and tell them the truth.

"Dad, I'm taking the others for a quick bit of fun. We shouldn't be gone for too long. Do you mind?"

"If you were anyone but my daughter, I'd say no. Besides the full moon is close and I'm in need of rest. Goodnight, RJ, Padfoot."

I stayed in the front room with Sirius while Dad went to his room. As soon as I heard his door close, I turned to the escaped convict with a wide smile.

"So, Sirius, how would you like to get out of here? I can only imagine what these walls are doing to you."

"I'd love to leave Grimmauld Place but even Muggles will recognize me."

"I highly disagree with your statement. Now stand in front of me and close your eyes."

I repeated the process with Sirius but only using my right hand. My left hand was going nowhere near a magical person until we were finished with our fun and I could talk to Professor Dumbledore. I made Sirius into a cross between Jude Law and Ewan McGregor.

"Tonight you're Sam."

The others were waiting for us outside in the little park. 'Sam' was ecstatic to be outside and while Charlie made the introductions for the other 'new' people, I cast a spell on Grimmauld Place that made other Order members think we were still there. Everyone left their wands behind except for the adults. 'Henry' even offered 'Sam' his but he was reminded about the Ministry trace on it. 'Sam' was reluctant in not having a wand but with Charlie, 'Dora', and Nathan having theirs (and me with my magic), he relaxed a bit.

Nathan created a portkey to take us back to the estate they lived on. Alisha and Kelly led the group to a club and we agreed to stay near each other. I lingered at the back so as we past the entryway, I erected a shield to hide the club from the Death Eaters.

Being at the club was a blast. I spent most of the night on the dance floor alternating between Nathan and Charlie. I did attract some attention from others but as soon as one of them put their arm around me, I was off limits. Seeing everyone relaxed, having a great time, and the carefree laughter was completely worth the searing pain in my hand.