Pressing an ear to the wall, Harry smiled as three sets of snores harmonised in a pig like fashion: the dursleys were asleep. He had been waiting for almost half an hour now, it was the summer holidays and he had promised himself he was going to enjoy his teenage years, voldie or no voldie.

He was already dressed in tight black jeans and a galaxy DFND hoodie and white adidas trainers, he had picked all of it out a few days ago with the money his parents had left him. It sounded crude but it was a definite pro to the whole orphan thing. His profile was also different now with his hair cut shorter at the sides left carelessly messy on the front and glasses long ago traded for contacts. All in all, he felt awesome. Slipping quietly across his room he eased his window open, thanking the gods the dursleys had never bothered to replace the bars. Swinging his feet over the ledge he slid down on the conservatory roof not worried as he paced across the expensive reinforced glass, he came to the edge pretty quickly but paused for a moment. . . .how to get down? He really did not want to break a leg right now. There was a drain pipe down the wall of the house, is that something purely out of movies? With a shrug he threw caution to wind, move over Alex Honnold. He reached the bottom in seconds still slightly surprised by his success. Strolling down the road filled with youthful arrogance he felt on top of the world. Fuck you, rules. It took at least ten minutes to reach his destination and the whole trip was filled with growing anger, the slight suspicion that dumbledore would have sent order members to watch him was now a definite fact in his head, that was further enforced by the sound of someone trudging along behind him, and another figure flitting more stealthily in the shadows. He didn't mind as much as he thought he would though he took a sort of rebellious pleasure in it, wheres golden boy now? His mind crowed. This thought was quickly replaced however when the pulse of music reached his ears, smiling at the familiar beat he knocked on the door in a specific pattern the door opened at the code and he was pulled inside greeted by whoops and cheers. "Harry's here!" "Harry!" "Come dance man?" He extracted himself from the throng, still acknowledging his mates. He slipped immediately to his closer friends. "Hey, Theo, Luke" The two boys spun round grins lacing their faces. "You took your time mate!" this remark came from Theo (or Theodoro) he was a tall italian boy with a strong tan and carefully styled black hair. "Yeah, whale Jr wouldn't go to sleep for ages" Lucas grimaced at the reference to Dudley, "dick" he muttered. With a dramatic fake gasp he turned to luke "such language Lucas!, your mother would skin you alive" "I know, lucky my mum doesn't make a habit of coming to teenagers parties" Luke smirked, luke was slightly shorter than the other two but made up for it with his confidence he had light blue - grey eyes and a vibrant shock of blue hair, which his strict parents detested. They were both squibs which was reasonably common and a great relief for Harry to have friends he could talk openly about his life too, even though this wasn't exactly going to be a night for deep, emotional conversations this was clear as they chugged another beer. It was around two now and he was tipsy but was not full on drunk as he was careful to pace himself unlike Luke who was stripping on the pool table with some girl he vaguely recognised. A warm hand resting on his arm snapped him out of his train of thought he turned to see a girl about his age leaning flirtatiously forwards, "Hey, Harry right?" "Yeah" "cool..so I was wondering, wanna dance?" she flipped her long auburn hair. Harry was quick to agree, taking in her black halter top and shamelessly short teal skirt. Throughout the night they got to know each other Quinn was cheeky, outgoing and oozed confidence. Harry gelled with this refreshing personality their dancing growing more and more intimate as it reached the early hours of the morning, bodies swaying and grinding to the steady beat. Harry eventually took the lead and whispered seductively in her ear "upstairs?..." the hour after was a blurred memory of kisses and touches.