Author's Note - Look at me, avoiding real life for you guys. I'm much happier this way. My internet has been down…for several weeks. I can't remember the exact date but it was a little after I completed NDBT (btw, if you ever want news, check my profile, it's updated much more frequently than my stories).

I was thinking about something when I was answering a review and I thought maybe I should warn you guys that the probability of Harry attending Hogwarts for his first two years is very slim. We won't get into why right now (it's not a secret, I just don't want to get into it) but it's just not likely. He will be there for third year and the following ones but as soon as I work out how to play this off I'll let you guys know about the first two more definitely.

Let's continue ~

"(indicates French)"

"(My name is Skylar Martin-Lee. Why are you here?)"

Harry blinked up curiously at the other child still feeling a bit bewildered. The name didn't give any indication as to whether or not it was a girl or boy and the uncertainty for some reason was starting to make him nervous. "(My…my Papa brought me here. We were taking a walk and got separated and I don't know how to get back to town,)" he explained softly to the other who's blue eyes narrowed at Harry as if he were some kind of hard to figure out puzzle.

"I'm sorry," they said suddenly. "But do you speak English? My French isn't very good yet, unfortunately." Harry's mouth formed a small 'o' and he nodded,

"Yeah, I do," he smiled and was given one back.

"Great, now you said… your dad was here? And you were… going back to town?" Harry stood, brushing the some wayward snow off the seat of his pants.

"Me and Papa were walking and now I can't find him. I don't know how to get back to town," he explained and Skylar nodded in understanding.

"Well my house isn't far, we go there and ask my mom to help us look for your dad."

Harry began to nod eagerly but then frowned as he thought. "Papa told me not to go with strangers," he said sadly and while he looked dejectedly down at his feet he missed Skylar's amused look.

"Well he is right… I suppose we can wait here then? My mom will come looking for me soon and then she can help you. That would be okay, right? Because you're not going to her." Harry smiled a bit at the suggestion though he was still weary.

"I guess," he said and together the pair sat back on the snow dusted ground to wait.

"So, Harry right? Do you live in Petite Ville du Prince?" Skylar asked breaking the silence that had fallen upon them. Harry shook his head.

"No, Papa and I travel a lot, we're just here visit and we app'rate to somewhere in Sas-sas-kat-chew-on almost everyday."

Skylar's lips quirked up into a half smile. "Really? My mom and I do that too. She's a Runes Master, er, Mistress, and so she likes going around and studying things. We don't spend a lot of times going into big cities because she wouldn't find much to work with there but I've been to a lot of places."

"I can tell," Harry said sagely and at Skylar's curious look he elaborated. "My auntie says that when you go a lot of places you start to get a mixed accent. I can tell you've lived a lot of places cause the way to speak sounds funny," Skylar blinked in surprised before mock glaring at the younger child.

"Well your voice sounds funny too," Skylar said petulantly and Harry giggled.

"Papa says I get it form Gran," he informed the other cheerfully. "She has a mixed Italian and French accent and those are the two languages I know best because I've lived in France with her. Besides English."

Skylar's head cocked and blue eyes stared at Harry with interest. "How many languages do you speak?" Harry bit his lip as he thought.

"English, French and my Italian is good Papa says… I know some Russian and Latin and my friend Maxie is trying to teach me German but I don't think I'm very good at it and a few months ago I started learning Spanish. It sounds really close to Italian so it's not too hard." Skylar's eyes widened.

"Wow," was all that was said and Harry blushed and smiled in pleasure at being able to impress someone.

"What about you?" he asked instead and Skylar blinked back to attention. "Oh, well, English, obviously, cause I was born in California, in the States. Er, we spent a year and a half traveling from Tibet to Xi'an so I know a bit of standard Tibetan but mostly Mandarin. They're in China," Skylar added when Harry open his mouth looking confused. "We also spent a year in Estonia but that was a long time ago so I might not be so good in Estonian anymore. And I'm learning French now."

"Where's Estonia?"

Skylar shrugged. "Somewhere around northeastern Europe. Near the Gulf of Finland I think mom said. I'm not sure, it's been a while."

"Are there fun things to do in those places?" Harry asked curiously. "Papa takes me to museums and shows when we go somewhere new."

Skylar frowned and shrugged again. "Mom has work, so we don't go out much. I only see a lot of the country side. There are interesting things out in the country, sure, but I wouldn't call it fun. We don't stay anywhere long enough for me to make many friends so I spend most of my time studying." Skylar informed Harry nonchalantly but the younger looked terribly upset with the news.

"So you don't have any friends?" he whispered sadly and Skylar blinked throwing him a disgruntled look.

"I have some,"

"Can I be your friend?" Harry asked shyly, biting his lip as though he feared the other would deny him. Skylar started and looked oddly into the slightly damp green eyes.

"I-" Skylar sighed and with a small grin patted Harry on the head. "Sure."

Harry smiled brightly.

"Maybe when Papa finds me, you and your mama can come back to our house for dinner?" Skylar laughed lightly, sweeping blond hair out of now sparkling grey eyes.

"Yeah, maybe." They quieted and waited together for several long minutes in a compatible silence before a voice cut loudly through the woods, startling the both of them.

"Skylar! Where are you? I need you for something."

Skylar grinned when Harry turned and looked in the direction the voice was coming from. "That would be mom," was the only explanation offered. Taking a large breath, the other called back "I'm over here!"

"Where?"

"Here!" Skylar called out louder.

"Skylar!"

"Mom, follow my voice!"

"Why don't you just come here?"

"I can't!"

Harry almost laughed at the exasperation in both voices shouting back and forth but Skylar was smiling brightly. The sound of grumbling and footsteps echoed through the trees as someone, obviously Skylar's mother, made their way through the trees. It was only a minute or so later that she broke through the foliage. Sitting on the ground as he was, Harry had to look farther up than was strictly necessary to see the woman. At this angle, she looked very tall but Harry could tell she wasn't. She stood close to Lianna's height and though her body was covered by a heavy overcoat, she probably had the same body type too. She looked young and though her and Skylar shared a similar face, her coloring was completely opposite of her child's.

Dark hair that curled lightly without any prompting brushed across her shoulders even if most of it was pulled back into a messy ponytail. Her eyes were a deep set brown and warm even as she regarded them curiously. "Hello," she greeted glancing between the two of them. "Sky, baby, who's your friend?"

Sky stood with a smile and held out a hand to help up Harry. "This is Harry, he's lost and looking for his dad but he said he couldn't go with strangers so we waited for you to come to us."

"Is that so?" the woman quirked an eyebrow looking amused. "Well Harry," she said kindly. "You don't have to worry about that anymore, in fact-Remus! I found him!"

Her shout startled Harry before her words registered in his mind. "You know my Papa?" he asked curiously and more than a little relieved that this was someone he could be familiar with.

"We just met, actually," she shrugged as the sound of breaking branches came from behind her as someone, apparently Remus, came towards them. "Imagine my surprise when I go out to call my son in and found your poor papa all in a panic about loosing track of his own little boy." Harry had a brief moment of using that statement to confirm in his mind that Skylar was a boy before Remus stepped through the foliage and all other thought was wiped. He ran in to the out stretched arms of his farther quickly when the man kneeled down to meet him and grasped Remus around the neck tightly.

It wasn't until just then that he realized how scared he'd been. What if he had never found Remus? What if he'd been stuck out here forever? What is Remus had forgotten about him and went back to Gran and Lianna and Maribell and Leverett without him? He might have lost his whole family just because he'd decided to lag behind! In his young mind those possibilities didn't sound unreasonable even though Remus looked just as relieved to see him and held him just as tightly.

"Ah, cub, don't scare me like that," the older man plead as he stood with Harry still firmly tucked into his grasp. Over the little boy's head he smiled at the woman next to him. "Thank you," he said sincerely and she smiled.

"My son, Skylar, was actually sitting here with him. They were waiting for me." Remus turned his gaze to the little boy who had come to stand at his mother's side and inclined his head smiling.

"Thank you too, Skylar." The young blond blushed and shrugged uncomfortably.

"It's no big deal," he murmured and his hair was ruffled by his mother.

"Why don't you come back to our house for a little warming up, hm?"

(O)(O)(O)

Remus looked around the house he and Harry found themselves in curiously. It reminded him vaguely of Severus' quarters due to the dark colored furniture and walls but that was where the resemblance to

anything he knew ended.

He'd never seen a place so messy in his life-well, besides perhaps Levi's rooms-and was almost awestruck by the sight. Every available surface was covered in papers, folders, graphs, diagrams and there was even the odd pieces of chalk, carved wood or metal. The floors were hard to see, over run as they were by stacks of books, and Remus stared as he saw the tail end of what he could only assume was a cat.

"Sorry about the mess," the woman said. She had introduced herself to Harry as Miranda Lee on the way back to her and Skylar's home and was now rubbing the back of her head sheepishly as her son calmly picked his way through the mess towards a door on the opposite side of the room. "I'm in the middle of some research," she explained shrugging and gestured for them to follow Skylar's careful path. Remus was both weary and amused at the prospect and carried Harry over the worst of it. They arrived in a brightly lit kitchen, a vast difference from the sitting room they had just been in. There were less books here, only stuffed into the corners instead of everywhere and Skylar was already moving a few maps off the table and it's chairs so that they could sit down.

"What do you do for a living?" Remus asked curiously and he settled hesitantly on the edge of a chair and rested Harry in his lap. Miranda smiled brightly.

"I'm a Runes Mistress. I specialize in ancient societies and their magic's though I have been known to create a spell or two," she told them as she unloaded Skylar's arms from his burden and absently stuck the maps into the cabinet above the stove. It looked to already be overflowing with, unsurprisingly, more papers, but the maps fit and the storage space was closed with only minimal difficulty. "Please," Miranda said waving her hand invitingly. "Get comfortable."

Quirking a smile Remus helped Harry get his coat off as Miranda did the same with Skylar before both adults took off their own. "Tea?" Miranda offered after throwing her overcoat over the back of a chair and Remus nodded pleasantly.

"Yes, thank you," he answered watching curiously as Skylar ducked under the table for a moment before coming up with a world map of a reasonable size and climbed into the chair next to himself and Harry.

"Here," the little boy pointed. "That's Estonia," he told them though he was obviously only talking to Harry who had leaned over as far as he could in the confines of his fathers arms to see what the child's fingers were pointing to.

"This big country here is China," Skylar said trailing his hand over the land mass. "We camped…here, see? It says Xi'an."

Harry nodded and grinned up at Remus. "Skylar and his mama travel like us, papa," the little boy told him excitedly. "Skylar says he knows different languages, but they're different than the ones I know. Do you think I can learn Man-Man-dar-in papa?" Remus shrugged smiling at his son's enthusiasm.

"I don't see why not. I don't know it personally but I'm sure your tante Maribell will know someone who would be willing to at least help you learn the basics."

"Tante?" Skylar asked him with a frown. "That means…aunt, right?" "Right," Remus nodded. "Are you learning French?" Skylar smiled.

"(Yes, mom says I should learn,)" Skylar told him and Remus blinked, impressed.

"Your pronunciation is very good," he complimented the young boy and chuckled when the blond blushed.

"Isn't it just?" Miranda cut in as she passed the table having just hunted down the tea. "My little prodigy," she grinned at Skylar who's blush darkened even as he threw a withering look at the woman. Remus and Harry laughed.

Remus spent the remaining time before the tea was served questioning Miranda's son about his experiences in his travel. He was a little sorry to hear that they didn't get to do much sight seeing due to the boy's mothers work but Skylar seemed perfectly content with his own studies and hobbies.

"I like history," the boy shrugged. "I read at a high enough level that mama buys me real books, not kid books, and I get to learn about the places we go like she does. I want to work in the Bibliotheca Alexandrina (1) when I grow up, the muggle and magical sections."

Remus raised a startled eyebrow at this while Harry frowned in confusion not understanding the term. "That's quite the goal," he muttered and Skylar nodded sagely.

"I know, but I will. We're going to Egypt the year after next because mom agreed to be a consultant for an archeological dig. Her name has a lot of pull so she says that she'll try to get me a meet and greet with the Director. We might even get a personal tour!" Skylar's excitement at the prospect was corporal and Remus couldn't help but be excited for him. He was such an odd kid, but Remus was slowly getting used to that considering the friends Harry seemed to gain. His dreams were a lot more ambitious than either Maxie's (who had the simple wish of wanting to move to the USA to play professional Qudopot) and surprisingly Keyoshia's (who'd told him quite seriously that she wanted to be a motivational speaker of all things) but the intelligent and hard gleam in the boy's eyes had Remus thinking he could do it. It was obviously from Miranda's fond look as she handed out their drinks that she though so too.

"What about you, Harry?" Miranda asked as they sat. "What do you want to be when you grow up?" Remus glanced down at his son who was cradling a mug of hot chocolate carefully and smiling down at the brown liquid, likely thinking of Maman.

"Hmm? Oh. I don't know," the little one answered. "I think it might be nice to work with my uncle Levi at the Ministry, he says it's fun. Or maybe with my aunt Lianna, she's a Potions Mistress, but I don't think Papa would like that. Or I could work with aunt Mari, but I think Papa would like that even less."

Remus snorted at the innocent contemplation but the accurate assumptions while Skylar and Miranda looked between the two of them curiously. "Well you have plenty of time to think about it," Miranda smiled and Harry returned the warm look with one of his own over his mug.

The following minutes was filled with idle chatter, Remus and Harry exchanging questions with the mother and son duo about all sorts of things though mostly their travel plans for the future.

"Well I won't be done here for several months," Miranda shrugged. "We'll probably head over to Africa though when I am, even if we won't be in Egypt for quite a while. Have you ever been?"

"No, never," Remus confessed. "I don't even think I would know where to start. We'll probably head south from here after a layover in France. Harry's never been to America."

Skylar perked up at this and grinned at the younger boy. "You'll have to visit the big cities!" he exclaimed. "Like Los Angeles and New York and-and Orlando- Disneyland! Or-"

"They have some lovely schools there," Miranda cut him off, placing a calming hand on her sons head when Skylar actually started to bounce. Her lips twitched when he went to swat it off. "The famous Salem Institutes and Nevada's Delaney Hall. They're worth visiting if you haven't thought about which school Harry will go to yet."

"What do you mean?" Remus frowned and Miranda blinked before coloring.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Is he Mundane? I just assumed-"

"Wait, what?" Remus interrupted feeling terribly confused and Miranda tutted to herself.

"Is he Mundane? Non-magical?"

"You mean a Squib?"

Miranda raised an eyebrow. "Well that' a rather archaic way of saying it, but yes I suppose."

"No, Harry is perfectly magical," Remus said bemusedly thinking of the few incidences of accidental magic Harry had had so far and the woman opposite him hummed.

"So you just haven't thought about what school he'll go to yet?"

"What do you mean?" Remus could tell Miranda was starting to get frustrated when Skylar tugged on her sleeve.

"I think they're European, mom," he said as if that explained everything and supposedly it did as Miranda went 'oh!' in surprise.

"I hadn't realized, your accents," she offered in embarrassed explanation. "We American's, and a lot of the world really, work differently than you all do," she told them sheepishly. "I hear in Europe you're basically 'assigned' to the school you were born near. Born in England, Scotland, Ireland-you go to Hogwarts right?"

"Generally," Remus shrugged. "I was born in France and should have went to Beauxbatons, but my mother sent me to Hogwarts instead." Miranda nodded.

"And then there is what? Drurnstrange? Drumstring? And then a few other very small schools, mostly Hedgewitch ones?" Remus nodded. "Well in the US there are only thirteen States that don't have their own large accredited schools. You are automatically accepted to you're State school, or neighboring State school as some cases may be, but as long as you pay for any potential traveling expenses, you can apply to any others that you'd liked. You're not as limited as you are in Europe."

Remus blinked and Harry eyed her in surprise. "Mom's been looking for the perfect school for me," Skylar piped up. "She says that California's school is too rowdy but I told her it doesn't really matter, I'd rather be home schooled anyway."

"Really?" Harry asked, his surprise at the number of possibilities for other children, broken by his curiosity at Skylar's words and Remus blinked back to attention too.

"Well sure," the blond rolled his eyes. "I don't want to sit around in some stuffy old building for seven years, I'd much rather keep traveling with mom. I'll still need to be magically trained," he pouted a bit. "So mom will need authorization to teach me herself, and I'll still need to sit exams like the O.W.L.s and the N.E.W.T.s but I could still go anywhere I want."

Harry fell silent and Remus contemplated this. That did sound nice. Even if he'd prefer Harry to go some place Remus was familiar with like Hogwarts or even Beauxbatons, the thought of his son having a choice was a pleasant one. "Do they accept children from other countries?" he questioned and Miranda bit her lip in thought.

"He'll probably need a Student Visa, but yes, I don't see why they wouldn't."

Remus smiled down at Harry when the little boy looked up at him eyes sparkling with excitement. "Well, I guess we'll have to check out some schools then, hm?"

(O)(O)(O)

"Come on," Skylar gestured towards Harry as the adults soon got caught up in talking about Miranda's work. It was really rather interesting but since Harry couldn't understand most of the conversation anyway, he went to follow his new friend. He slid out of Remus' lap and the man let him go with only a soft pat that said he could go and to behave himself.

Harry followed Skylar out through the messy front room again and over to a staircase that looked more dangerous than it was worth climbing due to the precarious towers of books taller than Harry that trailed down it. "It's a real mess to clean up, even with magic," Skylar said smiling amusedly at his weary look as they tiptoed around the stacks and up the creaky steps. "When we do move, we'll need about two weeks to get everything in any kind of order so that mom can shrink it and pack it away."

"Has your mama really read all these books?" Harry asked curiously glancing at a few of the thick tomes. Some of them were in languages he couldn't identify much less understand, and some had such long words in English that they may as well had been in another language. Skylar shrugged.

"I have no idea. She's read something out of all of them, but I don't think she could have read them all cover to cover." He gestured to a few tucked away in a corner once they reached the landing. "Most are for her work but some, like those, are just for fun."

Skylar took his hand and lead him through the cramped hallway until they reached a door that was pushed and swung open without much effort. Stepping in Harry couldn't help but sigh in relief, this room, at least, was free of cluttered stacks that would surely crush him should he have the misfortune of accidentally knocking one over. In fact, everything in this room was very clean.

"This is my room," Skylar announced proudly as he closed the door behind Harry. "Mom let me decorate it myself."

Harry looked around with a smile at having found himself in a very magical room. The walls were painted a bright, breezy blue and clouds moved lazily across the ceiling. The furniture was large and white and decidedly grown-up but they had little pictures scrawled across them in bright colors that made it look like someone, likely Skylar, had been given a pack of markers and had just gone wild. The pictures moved too. Childish trees were swaying in an invisible wind and stick figures waved from in front of crooked houses.

Skylar had pinned a world map on his wall above a desk to the right of the room and it had several colored pins stuck in it in various places. On the left wall there were pictures pinned up, mostly of landscapes but there was the odd one of people, either adults or children who were at least older than themselves.

The back wall was shared between a wide bed and a low but even wider bookshelf. Unlike the rest of the house, the books were put away neatly and Harry stepped forward to look up at some of the titles. The ones at the top were books he was more familiar with; children's books, books on animals and games and, fairytales and a few coloring books, but the bottom two shelves were dedicated to thick, heavy reading material, most of which had the same word on the side.

"En-cy-clo-pedia," Harry read, tilting his head to do so as Skylar joined him. The other nodded.

"Yeah, mom got them for me. She says they're reference books on all specialized areas of knowledge."

Harry blinked up at the blond. "What does that mean?"

Skylar grinned. "I don't know exactly but they're like a group of dictionaries, but instead of just being able to find words you can find anything about anything. Or, at least I haven't been able to not find anything so far. These are the Mundane ones, muggle, so it doesn't have anything magical in there, but they're really good for regular stuff."

"Do you use them a lot?" Harry asked. "They look new."

"New ones come out every year," Skylar smiled. "Hey," he suddenly said, grabbing a book from one of the higher shelves and presenting it to Harry. It had a picture of a dinosaur on the front. "Do you want to color?"

Harry grinned and they settled down on the plush grass green carpet in the middle of the otherwise hardwood floor. Within minutes they had scattered crayons and the like around them and Harry had relaxed into a familiar activity. "Hey Sky," Harry spoke hesitantly after a while thinking the other boy wouldn't like the shortening of his name but Skylar only hummed his recognition. "Where's your papa?" Harry asked curiously. He didn't know a lot of other kids but he knew some through Gran and from what he gathered it was typical to have two parents, himself, Maxie and Keyoshia excluded.

Skylar glanced up. "Don't have one," he shrugged and Harry frowned.

"Did he die?" the younger boy asked quietly and Sky quirked a smile.

"Nah, nothing like that. He's just not around. My mom got married really young but right before she had me, my dad left, so I just don't have one. What about you? Why are you only traveling with your dad?"

"Both my parents are dead," Harry told him a bit sadly and grey eyes snapped up again.

"But-"

"Papa adopted me. He was my mummy and daddy's friend so he wanted to take care of me when they died and now he's my Papa and he's not married so I don't have a mama."

"Oh," Skylar muttered. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay," Harry smiled. "I love Remus and my family. I'm sorry about your papa too, though." Skylar shrugged and patted Harry's non-coloring hand.

"It's okay. I think it's much more fun hanging out with my mom like this than it would be to live in only one place in a boring old house with two parents who never went anywhere. Don't you think?" The two shared a small, secret smile and continued on with their pictures.

(O)(O)(O)

Harry and Remus ended up staying in Petite Ville du Prince much longer than they originally anticipated after meeting Miranda Lee and Skylar Martin-Lee. The mother and son just had a way of attracting people towards them and would have probably have been in the middle of any social group if they weren't so dead set on living isolated in the woods and researching ancient worlds.

Harry and Remus' one month stay turned to two easily, Miranda not noticing anything odd about Remus suggesting the boys have a sleep over the days surrounding the full moon. Skylar was certainly up for it, this being the first time the 7-year-old had spent so much time with someone close to his own age, and volunteered his and his mother's temporary home for the event without prompting. Miranda hadn't gotten much work done those particular days and was as exhausted as Remus looked afterwards but she was practically glowing with happiness at her son's happiness, not to mention that Harry had already grown on her significantly.

While the boys ran rampant out in the woods, it was not like they could do so in the house, Remus and Miranda bonded over their mutual fascination with all things that dealt with learning. Miranda had managed to fill two research journals with interesting facts Remus had regarding his vast knowledge of creatures and Remus in turn had learned more about Ancient Runes and spell crafting in the few weeks with Miranda than he had in all his years at Hogwarts.

Some days Remus invited the isolated two to his and Harry's dwelling in the village and during the time Harry worked hard on acquainting Skylar with the other children and helping the boy with his French. Remus could tell that Skylar had been unwilling at first to reach out to anyone other than Harry but at the younger boy's insistence that everyone play together, Skylar had caved. Remus could easily see what the problem was.

Skylar was much more mature than other kids his age, living with an extremely well educated and hard working mother, and not used to normal childhood interactions had made him avoid the childish antics of his fellows, however, he was still just a child and Harry, alas, had proved that anyone could laugh and have fun in a game of tag with a dozen or so other children no matter how mature. Skylar smiled brightly now when he came to the village and was greeted warmly though he still did eventually drag Harry back inside after a few hours of playing, both, Remus suspected, because he was perceptive enough to notice his friend's dwindling energy and because he was still very much interested in his books. Remus feared that he would have to soon get his son his own set of encyclopedias as the five year old, against all odds, found them much more fascinating than he had any right to at his age.

When it was finally time for Remus and Harry to depart, Maman had been getting antsy, Miranda cooked a large dinner for them and they spent part of the night on the roof of Miranda and Sky's old cabin like house out in the woods looking up at the sky through the break in the canopy of trees. Harry and Skylar both shed tears the next morning at the thought of being separated but promised whole heartedly to keep in touch while Miranda hugged both father and son soundly be for biding them farewell. They were due back in France for a while before they headed out again to introduce themselves with the world.

(1) - The Library of Alexandria. Skylar's a bit of an enthusiast. Maxie and Keyoshia are just amusing kids.

IMPORTANT:

A/N - It's been pretty much decided that this story will be split into two, Harry's childhood and his Hogwarts years. The rest of this story will consist of Harry growing up and snippets of his and Remus' travels. He's five in this chapter and this story will end when he reaches the age of ten going on eleven. Most likely this story won't exceed thirty chapters.

The sequel may not pick up immediately time-line wise (see top AN) but it will pick up when he goes to Hogwarts.

In short, look forward to Harry maturing, meeting new people and interacting with our old favorites. Simple, yes?

NOT IMPORTANT:

I'm currently listening to French music by an artist named Ilona Mitrecey. Does anyone know how old this girl is? Her videos are both entertaining and kinda freak me out. But the songs are super cute ^_^ you know, considering I don't speak a world of French.

Also, there is something new on youtube called "Baby Got Broom (A Dirty Harry Potter Song)" have any of you seen this? It's rather amusing :)

love you all, hitori-