Harry Potter and Sirius Black arrived at Number 4 Privet Drive at 3:30.
They quickly entered the house and went to Harry's room. When they stepped
inside, Sirius gasped.
"Harry, you have really changed. Last time I saw you, you were a pale, scrawny little thing. Now you are extremely tan, muscular, taller then me, and Punk. What happened?" Sirius questioned Harry.
"I grew up. I'm more muscular and tan from the manual labour I do outdoors. The whole Punk thing is from PTSD, I guess." Harry picked up the packet and thrust it at Sirius. "Hermione sent this to me with my birthday present. It'll explain everything to you better then I can."
"Geez Harry, I still can't believe it's you."
"Neither can I." A third voice came from the door. Harry and Sirius turned to find Remus leaning against the doorframe. "I came to help you pack."
"Cool. By the way guys, thanks for the new broom. I don't know what I am going to do with my Firebolt though. Maybe if Ron becomes keeper I'll give it to him...."
"Sure, no problem," they both replied.
"Well, let's get you packed so we can get out of this freaky place." Harry, Remus, and Sirius started packing Harry's clothes and homework into his trunk. Harry also chose some of his posters to bring, along with a discman and some cds. Finally, after about 45 minutes of packing, they were ready to go.
"So, do I just concentrate on being at the Weasley's house?" Harry asked Remus.
"Yup. Just imagine the Weasley kitchen and concentrate on being there. Make sure you hang on to your trunk and Hedwig's cage."
"Ok, I'll see you guys there." Harry concentrated on the Weasley's kitchen and heard the faint pop that was associated with apparating from place to place.
"Aghhhhh!!" Harry quickly turned to see a screaming Ron, Ginny, and Hermione sitting at the kitchen table.
"Who are you?!" screamed Ginny.
"Why are you in our house?!" yelled a furious Ron.
"Please don't hurt us," whimpered Hermione, all at the same time.
Harry smirked, "Geez, I didn't think I looked that much different."
"Do we know you?" Ron carefully asked.
"I would think you would know The Boy Who Lived. You are his best friends, aren't you?"
"H-H-Harry?" Ginny asked with wide eyes. Harry nodded and lifted his bangs to reveal his scar.
Hermione started laughing. "So I see I was right."
"What are you talking about? Why are you laughing?" Ron questioned Hermione.
"Harry, do you still have that information I sent you?"
"Sirius and Remus are at my house reading it. I can go get it if you want."
"Sure."
"Ok, just let me bring my stuff upstairs first." Harry popped out of the kitchen, and heard screams as he arrived in Ron's room. After setting his trunk by his cot he went back to his room at the Dursleys.
"Hey guys. Enjoying reading about PTSD?"
"It's actually kind of weird." Remus told Harry as he warily surveyed him.
"Mmhmm," Sirius agreed as he kept reading.
"Well when you are finished, willed you bring it over to Ron's so they can read up on it too?"
"Sure. I'm supposed to be there with you anyway. We'll be done in about 10 minutes."
"Ok Sirius. I'll see you there. Bye Moony!" With that done, Harry went back to Ron's. When he landed in the kitchen he was already sitting at the table witht he three, instead of standing in the middle of the kitchen like they expected.
"Geez Harry, how do you do that? Dumbledore put apparation wards up so only him, Sirius, Remus, and my parents can apparate. Plus you're too young," Ron clutched his chest at the sight of Harry in the chair next to Hermione.
Harry lazily flopped his arm onto the back of Hermione's chair and replied, "Magic."
"No really Harry, how do you do it?" Ron asked again.
"I'll tell you later. So Herm, how are you and Krum doing?"
Hermione scowled, "We broke up a couple weeks ago. He was being a snobbish prat."
"Sorry." Harry then thought /Yes! I have a chance with her then./
"So Harry, I see the summer has been good to you." Ginny blushed as she said this.
"Yeah Harry, you've changed a lot. I reckon you are as tall as me now."
"I think you look kind of hot." At this statement all three of them stared at Hermione. "What? It's true!"
"Well thanks. This is what happens when you do manual labour."
"Harry, ow are you really doing?" Ron asked carefully.
Harry ignored the question. "So where is everyone? It's really quiet in here."
"Fred and George are at Lee's and Mum is at Diagon Alley," Ginny answered.
"No I'm not," Molly had just apparated into the kitchen, her back to Harry. "So have any of you heard from Harry yet? He is supposed to come today."
Harry smirked before answering the question. "Nope. Haven't heard from Harry yet."
Molly jumped out of her skin at the unfamiliar and very low voice. She quickly spun around to face the speaker, saw a punk Harry, and fainted. Harry caught her before she hit the floor and easily carried her to the couch.
Once the 4 children got her laying down, Harry turned to them. "Do I really look that much different?"
"Well..."
"I must admit, I almost fainted myself when I saw you," Hermione finished for Ron. She then silently added /But not because you're punk. More because you are SUPER hot./
"Where is Sirius? He should be here already. I'll be right back," Harry then disappeared, right as Molly was waking up, causing her to faint again.
"Sirius? Why aren't you at the Weasley's yet?"
"Oh... Moony and I were erm... 'Thanking' the Dursleys for taking such 'good' care of you these last couple of years."
Harry snorted, "So what did you do to them?"
"Turned them into snails?"
Harry chuckled a deep, rich laugh. "Come on, Ron and Herm can't wait to see you."
"Herm?"
"Shut up," Harry blushed.
"Come on, " Harry 'apparated' into Ron's room with Sirius so he could change into his dog form, and they headed downstairs.
A/N: Yay! 2 chapters in one night. I hope that helps since I took over a year to update. I'm sure it doesn't, but I can pretend, right? I apologize for any typos. I have to finish an essay for Japanese, so I was in a hurry and didn't really have time to check for them. I'll do that another time and fix anything that is wrong. I hope these are up to your standards! ~DallyLover
"Harry, you have really changed. Last time I saw you, you were a pale, scrawny little thing. Now you are extremely tan, muscular, taller then me, and Punk. What happened?" Sirius questioned Harry.
"I grew up. I'm more muscular and tan from the manual labour I do outdoors. The whole Punk thing is from PTSD, I guess." Harry picked up the packet and thrust it at Sirius. "Hermione sent this to me with my birthday present. It'll explain everything to you better then I can."
"Geez Harry, I still can't believe it's you."
"Neither can I." A third voice came from the door. Harry and Sirius turned to find Remus leaning against the doorframe. "I came to help you pack."
"Cool. By the way guys, thanks for the new broom. I don't know what I am going to do with my Firebolt though. Maybe if Ron becomes keeper I'll give it to him...."
"Sure, no problem," they both replied.
"Well, let's get you packed so we can get out of this freaky place." Harry, Remus, and Sirius started packing Harry's clothes and homework into his trunk. Harry also chose some of his posters to bring, along with a discman and some cds. Finally, after about 45 minutes of packing, they were ready to go.
"So, do I just concentrate on being at the Weasley's house?" Harry asked Remus.
"Yup. Just imagine the Weasley kitchen and concentrate on being there. Make sure you hang on to your trunk and Hedwig's cage."
"Ok, I'll see you guys there." Harry concentrated on the Weasley's kitchen and heard the faint pop that was associated with apparating from place to place.
"Aghhhhh!!" Harry quickly turned to see a screaming Ron, Ginny, and Hermione sitting at the kitchen table.
"Who are you?!" screamed Ginny.
"Why are you in our house?!" yelled a furious Ron.
"Please don't hurt us," whimpered Hermione, all at the same time.
Harry smirked, "Geez, I didn't think I looked that much different."
"Do we know you?" Ron carefully asked.
"I would think you would know The Boy Who Lived. You are his best friends, aren't you?"
"H-H-Harry?" Ginny asked with wide eyes. Harry nodded and lifted his bangs to reveal his scar.
Hermione started laughing. "So I see I was right."
"What are you talking about? Why are you laughing?" Ron questioned Hermione.
"Harry, do you still have that information I sent you?"
"Sirius and Remus are at my house reading it. I can go get it if you want."
"Sure."
"Ok, just let me bring my stuff upstairs first." Harry popped out of the kitchen, and heard screams as he arrived in Ron's room. After setting his trunk by his cot he went back to his room at the Dursleys.
"Hey guys. Enjoying reading about PTSD?"
"It's actually kind of weird." Remus told Harry as he warily surveyed him.
"Mmhmm," Sirius agreed as he kept reading.
"Well when you are finished, willed you bring it over to Ron's so they can read up on it too?"
"Sure. I'm supposed to be there with you anyway. We'll be done in about 10 minutes."
"Ok Sirius. I'll see you there. Bye Moony!" With that done, Harry went back to Ron's. When he landed in the kitchen he was already sitting at the table witht he three, instead of standing in the middle of the kitchen like they expected.
"Geez Harry, how do you do that? Dumbledore put apparation wards up so only him, Sirius, Remus, and my parents can apparate. Plus you're too young," Ron clutched his chest at the sight of Harry in the chair next to Hermione.
Harry lazily flopped his arm onto the back of Hermione's chair and replied, "Magic."
"No really Harry, how do you do it?" Ron asked again.
"I'll tell you later. So Herm, how are you and Krum doing?"
Hermione scowled, "We broke up a couple weeks ago. He was being a snobbish prat."
"Sorry." Harry then thought /Yes! I have a chance with her then./
"So Harry, I see the summer has been good to you." Ginny blushed as she said this.
"Yeah Harry, you've changed a lot. I reckon you are as tall as me now."
"I think you look kind of hot." At this statement all three of them stared at Hermione. "What? It's true!"
"Well thanks. This is what happens when you do manual labour."
"Harry, ow are you really doing?" Ron asked carefully.
Harry ignored the question. "So where is everyone? It's really quiet in here."
"Fred and George are at Lee's and Mum is at Diagon Alley," Ginny answered.
"No I'm not," Molly had just apparated into the kitchen, her back to Harry. "So have any of you heard from Harry yet? He is supposed to come today."
Harry smirked before answering the question. "Nope. Haven't heard from Harry yet."
Molly jumped out of her skin at the unfamiliar and very low voice. She quickly spun around to face the speaker, saw a punk Harry, and fainted. Harry caught her before she hit the floor and easily carried her to the couch.
Once the 4 children got her laying down, Harry turned to them. "Do I really look that much different?"
"Well..."
"I must admit, I almost fainted myself when I saw you," Hermione finished for Ron. She then silently added /But not because you're punk. More because you are SUPER hot./
"Where is Sirius? He should be here already. I'll be right back," Harry then disappeared, right as Molly was waking up, causing her to faint again.
"Sirius? Why aren't you at the Weasley's yet?"
"Oh... Moony and I were erm... 'Thanking' the Dursleys for taking such 'good' care of you these last couple of years."
Harry snorted, "So what did you do to them?"
"Turned them into snails?"
Harry chuckled a deep, rich laugh. "Come on, Ron and Herm can't wait to see you."
"Herm?"
"Shut up," Harry blushed.
"Come on, " Harry 'apparated' into Ron's room with Sirius so he could change into his dog form, and they headed downstairs.
A/N: Yay! 2 chapters in one night. I hope that helps since I took over a year to update. I'm sure it doesn't, but I can pretend, right? I apologize for any typos. I have to finish an essay for Japanese, so I was in a hurry and didn't really have time to check for them. I'll do that another time and fix anything that is wrong. I hope these are up to your standards! ~DallyLover