A spectacular view of the Pacific Ocean with its high rock cliffs lay below James Newark in his three story mansion. James was in the middle of his morning ritual, which comprised of waking up at 6 AM, take a shower, make coffee, watch the sunrise, do hair, get dressed, change pets water and finally pick between his black Rolls Royce or silver BMW. He usually alternated but some days he like to be 'spontaneous' as he liked to joke with his secretary.
James was thinking about which car to take today as he watched the sunrise with a cup of coffee in his hands. He looked into his cup as he swirled the contents around. Coffee: how he had ever come to like the sludge was anybodys guess. He had always been a tea drinker, but coffee did a thorough job of waking him in the morning when he most needed it. Those morning were usually when he knew what kind of client had scheduled a meeting with him, or when one of those clients had been in the news and needed help out of the fix. It would always prove for a long, hard day. Of course, every day is a hard day when you're working with insufferable movie stars all day.
Again another thing that he couldn't understand about himself. A career that revolved around fame. Fame clung to James and he hated it. Where ever he went, it was there following him around like a shadow. Why would anyone want it? Getting stared at all the time and getting obnoxious comments like, "Are you really?" or "The insert name here? No way! I'm so happy to meet you. Can I have your autograph? Can you take a picture with me?" No matter how much James tried to fight it, fame was there around him. His name and face were becoming very well known in the movie business. There were the perks however. Such as free meals or free drinks when he'd go into a bar. James was brought out of his thoughts by the phone ringing shrilly. He strode over to it with grace and pressed the talk button.
"Hello, James speaking."
"Of course it is. You're a bachelor. Nobody lives with you. Who else would it be, you chump?"
"Shut it Steve. You give me shit every time you call. You'd think it would be old by now."
"It would be, but you keep answering the phone like that; when you live alone."
"Yes, I am aware of the fact. Thank you. What do you want? I have to get ready for my meeting at 8 with Sarah Colbak."
"Oh yes, the beautiful actress that you used to...ahem have sexual relations with."
"Yes, but we are just meeting to do business...concerning her career. he added when Steve gave a snort of laughter.
"Yeah OK, but anyway. Would you be free to go out and get a drink tonight? It is Friday so you can relax tonight you know."
"Yes, I know," he snapped. "I was planning to call you today to make plans with you tonight anyway. So lets meet at the Oasis at 7:30."
"Good, I need to scope out the women anyway and I know how they flock to you, you handsome devil. Maybe I can snag one of them away from you."
"They do NOT flock to me."
"Oh shut up. You know they do. You could have your way with any woman in Hollywood, excluding prostitutes because that's a given."
"Yeah, whatever. I gotta get going or I'm going to be late. See you tonight."
"Yep, later." James hung the phone back on the hook and made his way to the bathroom. He stood in front of the mirror and looked at his reflection. Short messy black hair that wasn't even an inch long. It had always been unruly and there was no controlling it until he cut it short. Even then there wasn't much to do with it but gel it so that the messy look, looked to be on purpose. He had emerald green eyes that held a haunted look to them that women loved. Of course they didn't love the green because he hid them under blue contacts. They always loved the blue though. He looked at his bare chest. Hairless and chiselled to the perfect shape. They were muscles formed by playing sports in school and working out in the gym he belonged to. He was still skinny as he had always been but the awkwardness of it grew out as the muscles grew more defined.
He shook his head as he remembered what Steve had said countless times. 'Women flock to you.' James actually knew they did but didn't like to admit it because he just didn't understand why. Granted his looks had changed considerably since school. A lot in fact. He'd be willing to bet everything he owned that his old friends wouldn't recognise him.
What with the disappearance of certain bothersome scars.
He pushed the thoughts out of his head and took his circular black wire rim glasses off his face to replace with his blue contacts. Ten minutes later, hair gelled to the best of his ability, and a spray of cologne, James emerged from the bathroom to go get his suit on. He chose a black pinstriped coat and pants with a dark blue shirt and tie that accentuated his newly blue eyes. He finished the ensemble with his most expensive Italian black shoes.
He made his way into the kitchen and filled a large glass of water and made for the attic on the 3rd floor. It was only a room that was 20 by 15 ft big but it served a good purpose to house his snowy owl, Hedwig. There was a large window pointing towards the ocean that James always kept open so she was able to fly in and out when she pleased. The past two weeks had James kind of worried about her. She hadn't been home once; she was usually only gone for a couple days at a time and when she would return; she'd fly downstairs and announce her arrival to James. Her absence didn't stop James from refilling her water dish everyday with fresh water. He stared thoughtfully out the window for a minute before he made his way to the garage to pick out the car for the day. The BMW. He rather liked that one.
~*~*~*~
At 7:30, James was found sitting at a small table for two with a beer in hand at the Oasis. He liked going there because the place was elegant. Not like the other dumps you would find in LA It was a place for business meetings and such. The trashy girls never hung out there either. Which kind of puzzled him, business men that he knew always wanted the cheap thrills. He admitted to himself that he never said no to one if the chance presented itself, and he was in the mood.
But mostly he didn't go for that. The smart, classy girls always caught his attention. That's why he paid attention to conversations around him before he approached a woman. A woman with long, red wavy hair was sitting at a table next to him, laughing at something her friend had said. James couldn't help but notice the sparkle in her baby blue eyes and the way she whipped her hair out of her face. There was something really familiar about her. Noticing his stare, the girl looked over at James. He flashed her the smile that he knew made women melt. She smiled shyly and looked down while the tips of her ears turned red.
"Hey Newark!" James started at the sound of the loud voice.
"You want to keep it down Steve? This isn't some dump that you go to normally."
"Yeah whatever, don't give me shit. It's been a long day." He sat down across from James with a sigh. Steve did look like he'd had a long day. His normally tidy sandy blonde hair was dishevelled and his brown eyes had bags underneath and were slightly bloodshot. He was dressed in casual clothes, blue jeans, and an LA Lakers T-shirt underneath a leather jacket.
"I don't know how you plan on picking up women with those kind of clothes on."
"At least I don't look like I've got a stick up my ass."
"Excuse me, I don't think I look like I've got a stick up my ass. Although I do look positively horrid tonight."
"Horrid? I'd say you were turning British on my ass." James took off his coat jacket and loosened his tie.
"There's nothing wrong with the British. They're likeable people. Well...most of them anyway." His face visibly darkened while thinking of his childhood.
"What's with the look? Did you have some bad experiences with some or what?" A waitress walked over to their table.
"Can I get you two anything?"
"Yeah, I'll have a beer and I think James here is running low."
"All right I'll be back in a minute."
"So where's your usual crowd of women tonight? How am I supposed to get any when their aren't any women around you?"
"Well, I already had my eyes set on a beautiful redhead right over there...oh shit! She left. Thanks a lot man for interrupting me." The waitress came over and set down their drinks. "Thanks."
"Oh well, there are some others here tonight. I'm sure we'll find the intelligent kind you seem to like so much. And what's up with you and redheads? Every other woman you're with is one."
"I don't know, I've just been attracted to them ever since this one girl from school." He took a long drink from his second mug of beer as Steve kept talking.
"You're still hung up on that girl or what? I'd say get over it, especially since it's probably been forever since you've seen her. She's probably married or something." James was just going to pull away from his beer to agree but choked into his beer. A dark hair man was sitting at the bar wearing dark green robes. The man was staring at James intently.
"Hey you all right man?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just forgot how to swallow properly." He stood up and yelled to the bartender. "Eric, put these on my tab will ya?"
"They're on the house tonight James."
"Thanks." He snuck another look at the man to see his eyes go wide and a broad smile cross his face.
"Oh shit. Sorry, Steve but I gotta get going. I'll call you tomorrow."
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Steve yelled at the retreating back of his friend which quickly disappeared due to the fact that a man in robes ran after him. "What the hell?"
James started his BMW and threw it into reverse. He started out of the parking lot just as the man came and pounded on his window. "Damnit! Just let me talk with you! Why are you running away from everyone and everything?" James peeled out of the parking lot.
"Damn kid. What's his problem?" Sirius Black shook his head and ran a hand through his hair. He didn't have a car so he certainly couldn't follow him now. No, he'd have to go and wait at his house, but how to get there? Taxi cab? No, he didn't have any Muggle money.
"Hey, what's your problem with James?" a voice broke into his thoughts.
"First of all, you can stop calling him James. His name is Harry Potter. James is the name of his father."
"You're British."
"Boy nothing gets by you does it?"
"You've cracked up. I think you've mistaken him for somebody else...who are you?"
"I know my own godson when I see him. Can you give me a ride to his house? I promise I'm not going to kill him. I've got his best interests at heart."
"How am I supposed to know that? He positively fled when he saw you. And he was talking about the British a bit before he ran away. How some of them are horrible. How am I supposed to know that he wasn't talking about you?"
"I expect he was talking about his Aunt and Uncle and...a few other people. He ran from me because he's been running away from his real life for five years. So of course he doesn't want to see me." Sirius paused and stared at the man who had obviously become close to Harry since they met. He sighed, "He's not what you think he is you know. Look, could you just take me to his house? I need to talk some sense in him now that I've found him. I'm not going to give up even if you don't bring me there. I'll just walk there if I have to." Or apparate and take the chance of Muggles seeing me again.
"Fine but I'll hunt you down if I hear he's dead in the morning." Ten minutes later they were pulling into a long driveway surrounded by palm trees. The massive house soon came into view and startled Sirius. Even though he had already seen it once, it was just that big.
"How did he even bloody afford this place?"
"It's called hard work as a publicist."
"A publicist? What the hell was he thinking?"
"Looks like he's not even home yet. He probably went to find some woman to bring home. Do you still want to stay here?"
"Yeah, I'll just wait for him here. Thanks for the ride."
"No problem. Don't hurt him all right?" You're kind of scary." Sirius gave a hollow laugh.
"You haven't seen scary yet. And I wouldn't hurt a hair on his head." Sirius put an invisibility charm on himself as soon as the car disappeared. He waited until after midnight when a car finally pulled into the yard. He saw Harry get out and then go to the passenger door and open it to reveal a beautiful brunette woman with legs to die for. Sirius followed stealthily behind them and squeezed in after them just before Harry closed the door and turned on the alarm system.
Sirius looked around at his surroundings and saw that they were in a rather large foyer with a sweeping, slightly curved staircase before them. The upstairs hallway was just visible for a couple feet before disappearing behind the wall. To the left of the staircase was a sitting room set a bit off from the foyer. To the right of the staircase was a hallway that led off to what was presumably the kitchen. He was pulled out of his observations of the house from the woman's voice.
"Oh James, I've missed you so much. I was wondering when you would call me again. You're the best I've ever had in bed." Sirius fought off nausea with that thought.
"I've missed you too Kayla." Harry said in a hoarse whisper before grabbing her ass and lifting her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist. He pushed her into the wall and began kissing her feverishly and moved his hips in a circular motion into her body.
"Let's go upstairs."
Best idea you've had all night, Harry. Sirius decided to explore the house and then find somewhere to sleep for the night. He'd have to keep the invisibility charm on. He walked along the bottom floor and found a kitchen, living room facing the ocean, the walls were all made of glass in those rooms. There was a game room with a pool table, bar, foosball, ping pong and arcade games. He opened a large door at the end of a hall and was surprised to see a hotel sized pool. There was a sauna, whirlpool and spa room. There were also numerous guest bedrooms. His inspection of the first floor complete, he went to the foyer and up the stairs.
None of his wizarding things yet. I wonder what he did with it all. On the second floor, he came upon a large library and a study attached through a door. Countless guest bedrooms were here and another entertainment room with a large movie screen and movies upon movies on DVD. There were just as many CD's for his large stereo system that seemed to be connected throughout the house. There were painting on the walls in every room. Some original artwork by the artists. It seemed Harry took a liking to Picasso. He had two of his originals. There were others paintings by people Sirius had never heard of. They were paintings of mostly abstract things, some more with flowers; mainly lilies. One of the most beautiful paintings, in Sirius's opinion was a painting of a red hair angel ascending to heaven. She looked remarkably like Lily and knew that it probably was when he saw the signature on the bottom of the painting. Dean Thomas.
Sirius came to the last two doors on the left with one left on his right. He almost opened the door on the right when he heard a bunch of loud moans. "Oh James!"
Ugh, Harry's room he thought as he backed away. Just as he started to turn the doorknob of the first of the last two doors, a scream of pleasure rent the air followed by Harry's deep grunt. Great wizards. I should have stayed downstairs. He pushed the door open and a large bathroom appeared before him with a Jacuzzi as well as a shower stall that looked like it could be a waterfall, not a shower by the look of the taps. The sinks alone were large enough to sit in. He walked out and went to the second bedroom which had a note on the door.
No need to clean this room. I clean it myself. -James Newark
Obviously to the maids that cleaned. It sparked Sirius's interest. What was in there? He turned the knob but it was locked. He pulled his wand out and whispered, "Alohomora"
The door swung open and revealed a large room. He flipped the light switch to see better. It was one of the largest rooms. There was a wall of books on the back wall. A large desk a few feet from the books and centred in the middle of the room. The desk was scattered with what looked like letters that have gone unanswered in the years since he disappeared and wizarding newspapers from the LA area and the Daily Prophet in London. It looked like Harry had been keeping up with what was happening in England.
On the left side of the room was a fireplace large enough to stand in on the left wall. There weren't any paintings on the walls but pictures of people waving merrily at him. He walked into an area of the room where the ceiling dipped to six feet and only was four feet wide. It went in about six feet as well. Inside was a plush scarlet chair with a large foot rest to match. The chair could pass as a bed for somebody. He turned on a floor lamp next to the chair and noticed a picture on the wall of Harry, Ron and Hermione on their graduation day. All smiling broadly and waving like mad with their arms around each other. He turned the lamp off and walked out.
He noticed another little "cave" three feet away from the first one. It was identical except this one had a bed in it that look well slept in. Probably from the night before. There was another picture frame on the wall with himself, and Remus Lupin on either side of Harry on graduation. They were all smiling and waving happily. Another picture hung beside it of James looking at Lily longingly. It was before they even dated. Sirius laughed at the memory of the picture.
He had taken it in their fifth year at Hogwarts and James had been horrified that Sirius had caught him looking at Lily Evans that way. It actually made them finally get together. He brought himself out of his memories so he could explore the rest of the room. He noticed the Firebolt in a glass case up on the wall that he had given Harry in his third year. He shook his head and looked at the books on the shelves. They were books he had collected while attending Hogwarts and he had obviously kept buying more books since his disappearance. He had quite the collection of magical books.
At the end of the bookcase was a large door leading into another room. Inside was a collection of potion ingredients and a large work area. There was a large supply of medical potions and various other potions. At the opposite side of the room was a small staircase. He made his way up and found himself in a small attic. There was nothing there except a cage where Hedwig was sleeping and her food dishes. Sirius stroked the top of her head and untied a piece of blank parchment that was still tied to her leg and went back down the stairs. Since there was nothing else of interest in there he made his way back into the main room and went to inspect a wardrobe near the fireplace. Inside were all of Harry's wizarding clothes. Sirius noticed newer robes toward the front. He looked at his watch and noticed that it was 2 AM.
He pointed his wand at the light switch and turned if off and lit his wand by muttering, "Lumos." He climbed into the bed and fell asleep almost immediately. The time change had really screwed him up.
~*~*~
"I have to get going James. I'm expecting guests at my place today."
"OK, I'll walk you out." Sirius awoke slowly from muffled voices out in the hall. It took him a couple seconds to realise where he was and why he was there. When he figured it out he jumped out of bed and ran to the door. He listened to their footsteps die away before opening the door and re-locking it. Sirius reached the top of the steps just in time to see the two kissing goodbye and a cab waiting outside.
"Call me James. Don't wait four months to do this again."
"I don't think I could wait that long. Talk to you later." She smiled.
"Bye." Harry shut the door and Sirius distinctly heard him mutter back in his British accent, "Maybe when you get some brains, then you'll be good enough for me to call again.." Sirius rolled his eyes as Harry reset the alarm.
Someone needs to teach this kid how to treat a woman....and lower his ego. Harry started up the stairs and walked into the bathroom but didn't shut the door. Sirius turned his back as he took a piss, but then turned back around as he heard him washing his hands.
I wish he would put some clothes on. All he had on were boxers. Be grateful for them. Harry began to poke at his eyes and that was when he realised that they were blue. What? Then he pulled things out of his eyes and his eyes turned green again. Sirius slapped himself mentally for being so dumb. Of course he's wearing contacts. No glasses on, but then he reached for a pair of circular wire rim glasses and put them on. Harry sighed in disgust as he ran a hand through his short black hair. Still messy as ever, noted Sirius with a smile.
"Stupid hair. Can't do a thing with it." muttered Harry under his breath as he made his way back downstairs to the kitchen. Harry went to the fridge and took out eggs and bread and milk and then he got some cinnamon and syrup out of a cupboard. The stove was set in a counter in the middle of the kitchen. Harry began cooking on one side while Sirius sat on a stool opposite him and watched him work. Harry stretched and yawned while flipping the French toast and scratched his hard stomach. Sirius took the invisibility charm off him at that moment.
"You actually prefer to use the Muggle way of cooking? You're mad!" Harry jumped about three feet in the air.
"Holy shit!" he yelped. Sirius smirked and watched his face turn from surprise to puzzlement to anger. "What the hell are you doing here? And how did you manage to find me? How did you get in my house?"
"One question at a time. First of all, I'm here because you just happened to have disappeared five years ago without a trace and I've been looking for you ever since because you're my godson."
"OK, yes but how in the world did you find me?"
"It was Hedwig actually. About a week ago she flew in through my kitchen window. I just about died from shock, and then from worry because she didn't have a letter or anything. I thought maybe you had died and she had no where to go or something. But then I came up with a plan. I put a tracking charm on her and tied a blank piece of parchment to her and told her to deliver it to you. She immediately left and it wasn't until yesterday that she stopped. Here. I immediately apparated here, hoping against hope that no one would see me. Someone did and nearly had a heart attack. I told the poor woman to drive me to where ever you worked and then we followed you to the bar. I put a memory charm on the old coot and she drove away happy as you please. That's where you spotted me about ten minutes later and high tailed it out of there. I wasn't even quite sure that it was you until you choked on your beer when you saw me. I can't even believe how much you've changed. You still look like James but Lily's features are coming out with your old age."
"My old age? Look at you! No offence but you look terrible. You need some food and rest. I'll give you the food now but then you can go home and forget you ever found me." He pushed a stack of French toast towards Sirius.
"Ha ha, nice try but you're not getting off here that easily. I will take the food though. I haven't eaten since lunch yesterday." Harry made more for himself and they ate together in silence. They did the dishes and Harry finally decided to break the silence.
"So what do you expect me to do now? Just come running back to England and be a wizard full time? Maybe even become an auror again?"
"It would be nice to have you back. Then you can get rid of your Yankee accent. It's drowning out your British accent. Horrible. And everybody thinks you're dead because you disappeared during the battle. Died killing Voldemort. Did you kill him? Even that's uncertain. They found him; they didn't know it was him though at first. He was mutilated. When they lifted the eyelids and saw the red eyes, they knew it was him. So, did you do it to him?"
"Yeah, I guess I did." Harry said quietly.
"Oh my, what did you do to him? I saw him. It made me throw my lunch up." Harry was silent for a bit while wringing a dish towel.
"Well, ER...we were duelling. I hit him with the Cruciatus curse two times and after that he was really bloodied up. Cuts and bruises all over him. I hit him with some other pain curses too. I wanted him to feel what he did to everybody. And then I used the killing curse on him when he was too weak to do anything. I think because I just had so much anger towards him, it just deformed....mutilated him." He stopped and swallowed hard. "I actually had to throw up after he died."
"I thought you weren't allowed to duel with your wands having the same core."
"I wasn't using my wand."
"What?"
"I don't need to use my wand; I can and I did back then so that I didn't give my powers away. I would have thought that Dumbledore told you about them. Godric Gryffindor's powers are in me."
"I knew you are related to him but I didn't know you had his powers. Your father didn't as far as I know.
"He didn't. I think it skips generations. That's what Albus said anyway."
"You sure did pick the time to leave. You could have had anything you wanted there. Any witch or wizard was willing to give their lives to you because you killed Voldemort. You would have had even more fame."
"Fools." Harry muttered under his breath. This was why had run. He couldn't cope anymore. Harry didn't want to be a famous wizard anymore. The Boy Who Lived. And the impending fame that was to come with his victory over Voldemort. All the deaths that had come by it. No, he had had no choice.
"Harry?"
"Yeah?" "Where did your scar go? Did you have that ridiculous Muggle thing done? Plastice surgery?"
Harry laughed. "Plastic, not plastice. And oh gawd no. I never needed surgery to get rid of it. It.....it just disappeared after I killed Voldemort. If I would have known it wasn't there anymore when I told Dumbledore I was leaving, I would have asked him. He always seems to know everything."
"You...you told Albus you were leaving?"
"Yeah, why didn't he tell you? I asked him to."
"Oh Harry, you don't know do you?" Harry's face paled.
"Know what?"
"After the Death Eaters learned their Master had fallen, they stormed the castle and...they killed him. It must of been just after you left."
Harry ran through the familiar hallways of Hogwarts towards Dumbledore's office. Blood streaming down his forehead and into his eyes. Limping from an injury in his leg slowed him down a good deal. Blinded by blood, he ran straight into something which turned out to be Dumbledore.
"Albus! He's gone, I just killed him. He's finally gone for good."
"Great wizards, Harry. I knew you could do it. The whole wizarding world will be forever in your debt." A dread fell over Harry. All the funerals, all the trials of captured Death Eaters. Even more fame. Being thrust in the spotlight for something he never wanted, never even asked for. Ruined friendships that will probably never be fixed.
"I can't stay here anymore. I can't take it anymore. Its going to too much. Please tell Sirius that I left and that I'll be fine and well, whoever else who might care enough about me."
"Are you sure that wise Harry? Stay here. Where will you go?"
"I don't know, but I just know I can't stay here. It's too hard. Please tell Sirius for me, I'm sorry. Goodbye Albus."
Goodbye Harry, I do hope you'll change your mind. You're still needed here."
"No, Voldemorts gone. Death Eaters, everyone can handle. I will talk to you again." He turned and ran out of the castle. A large group of hooded Death Eaters were swarming the castle a little way away. Harry raised his wand and killed 15 of them at once and tied another 20 up and took their wands. Ten more got past and through the castle doors. Harry ran on. There were people inside who could deal with them.
Harry crumpled onto the kitchen floor. "Oh no. It's all my fault. I killed a bunch of those Death Eaters and tied another 20 up. But ten got past and into the castle. I thought the aurors inside could handle them. It's all my fault." He smacked the floor. "Damn it! Just like everybody else. It was all my fault."
"Harry, you know that's not true. It could have been only one of those people that got to Albus."
"One more person I should have killed."
"Stop it. Look Harry, you're still not over all this. You need to be around people who understand what it was as like and what you went through."
"Nobody knows what I went through Sirius! Nobody has lived my life and until they do, they won't know."
"Yes, I realise that. But Muggles can't give you the support you need. Just come back."
"I can't Sirius. Don't you understand? I never wanted to be found. I can't come back, it would be too hard. Just let everyone keep thinking I'm dead. It's better that way. Nobody but you will care anyway. Ron and Hermione certainly didn't care whether I lived or died before the battle."
"No that's where you're wrong. Those two have cried many tears over losing you. They would be overjoyed to see you again. It hasn't been easy for them either. They feel guilty. They feel like you just gave up trying and purposefully died to just let go. They have always taken all the blame."
"Well, it's not all their fault. They were part of my departure from England though."
"Just come back. If even just for a little while."
"No, Sirius! And you are not to tell anybody that I'm alive. They'll want to see me and I don't think I want to be seen. And plus you'll want me to stay and get a job. But there are no jobs for me. I'd be lost I'm already really successful at what I do here."
"Yes, but do you like it?" Silence for almost a minute.
"Well, of course I do."
"Took you a while to figure that out. And plus you've already got a job."
"What? You're already got me lined up for something? How could you when you don't even know if I'll agree to it or not?"
"First of all, I didn't do it. They contacted me about you."
"Who's they?"
"ER-Chudley Cannons." Harry's mouth dropped.
"What? How do they even now about me. Well I mean me being able to play Quidditch."
"Well, every year, all the schools send recordings of games to Quidditch teams. Yours was somehow misplaced at the Chudley Cannons office. And it wasn't until about two years ago now that they found the recording of you playing. They've been giving me money so I could find you ever since. They really want you as their seeker."
"This is ridiculous! Do they even realise that I've been living as a Muggle for the past five years? I haven't been on a broom for that long. I wouldn't be able to play." Harry finally got up from the floor and started pacing the floor. "Let me think about this. I'll go take a shower and then we'll talk again." Sirius settled himself in the living room and was absentmindedly flipping through T.V. channels. He quickly got bored and shut it off with a yawn. After 15 minutes of waiting, Harry came down fully clothed, (Finally!) in a Muggle pair of jeans and a Ralph Lauren T-shirt.
"OK, I'll do it. But on one condition."
"What's that?"
"I'm not going as Harry Potter."
A/N: Please please review!! I would like some CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM. No flames. I'll use them to make s'mores. This is kind of boring right now but there is more action to come!! Quidditch games in the future, kidnappings, romance, angst, et cetera, et cetera. Put it this way, this story has it all!! :)