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Harry blinked and rubbed at his eyes sleepily, as the sun streamed in through the window seat in his and Jason's room. Last nights event came tumbling back to him and he groaned. That was way close, painfully close actually. Snape being there bought back memories of Hogwarts, and he was having trouble just forgetting his past like everyone else seemed to. Sitting up, he reached around for imaginary glasses, and then mentally smacked himself. Old habits die hard. He scrambled out of bed and padded out into the hallway and into the bathroom to peer into the mirror.
"Ah!" Harry yelped and jumped back in shock, staring back at him in the mirror was a blonde haired and blue eyed boy.
"You idiot!" Harry turned to find Anna yawning in the doorway. "You didn't take the charm off."
"Oh," Harry replied dumbly. He focused on himself in the mirror and watched as his hair gradually became darker and his eyes melted back into their bright green.
"Sara just woke me up; she wants to talk to you and me about last night. She's acting weird, mumbling about blonde hair or something." Harry nodded and followed her out of the bathroom, down the stairs and into the kitchen. Sara was busy making tea so Harry and Anna pulled out a chair each and sat down tiredly. Yawning again for the second time, Harry rested his head in
his arms almost ready to go back to sleep but was rudely awakened by Sara.
"No, you don't Harry!" She tapped him on the back of the head. "I have to talk to you." She pulled up a chair as Harry lifted his head tiredly and pushed two mugs of tea towards him and Anna. "Now, does either of you care to explain about last nights mishap?" Harry and Anna groaned in unison, and before Anna could protest Harry butted in,
"Anna'll tell you." He put his head back in his arms and drifted back off to sleep. Anna relayed the story to Sara and then Harry was awakened again, this time by a smack on the back of the head, compliments of Anna.
"Hey!"
"If I have to stay awake, so do you!" She folded her arms across her chest with a scowl.
"Fine," Harry grumbled in reply.
"What I'm worried about," Sara began. "Is how easily Harry did an appearance spell." She tapped her chin thoughtfully and leant back slightly in her chair.
"Can't he just have like some photographic memory or something." Anna suggested and then mumbled thoughtfully. "I read about that somewhere..."
"No, I don't think that's quite it. Really I don't think it was a spell at all, more like a talent."
"Well you've completely lost me," Harry sighed, gulping down some tea.
"Ditto," Anna agreed. Sara rubbed at a wrinkled pink cheek and then leant forward on the table with one elbow.
"Shape Shifting."
"Er...Shape shifting?" Harry gave her a disbelieving look. "I think controlling air is enough for me so far."
"Oh, controlling air is only the beginning," Sara mused seemingly off in her own little world.
"What is she on about?" Harry hissed, casting a sideways glance at Anna.
"I wish I knew."
"Oh it's simple really." Sara started up again. "Shape shifting is a complicated and rare talent, and only becomes apparent when a wizard or witch's full magical talent is realised. We haven't had a shape shifter in the wizarding world for over a century, if I'm correct. Or at least not one that was recorded."
"What has this got to do with Harry? He can't have realised his full magical talent yet." Anna said incredulously.
"Yeah, what she said," Harry mumbled dumbly.
"On the contrary though, my dears, He realised his full magical talent when we first got him. And if I'm not mistaken can probably feel it inside of him right this very second. Just like you, Jason, Nada, and Jess can feel your raw magic."
Anna looked slightly baffled but then nodded in affirmative as she grasped the whole concept. Harry on the other hand, understood the whole realising his full magical talent bit but was a bit shocked in realising he had boggart qualities. And he stated his thoughts quite plainly.
"I'm related to a boggart, then?"
"Ewwww!" Anna wrinkled her nose in distaste.
"Of course not!" Sara chuckled, sending wrinkles up into her cheeks and smiled joyfully. "I suppose you could say you're just more talented than the rest of us in appearance charms and transfiguration. You can morph into anything you like."
"Woah," Harry eye's widened in shock.
"The good thing about this too, is that I don't have to teach you!"
"Huh?"
"Shape shifting is just natural. You can do it automatically, as soon as you realise your full magical talent."
"Hold on, can I just ask something about that whole magical talent thing?" Anna butted in and Sara nodded. "How come, even when I knew I had magic. Like when I was still at school, I couldn't feel it running through me? But now I can?"
"Ahh, that is easy. Few wizards ever realise their magical potential, you guys are just special and shape shifters always realise their potential at some point."
"Oh." Harry and Anna stared at each other and just sat silently while Sara busied herself about the kitchen. That was a lot to take in, and Harry had a sneaking suspicion that there was more, but Sara was hiding it from them.
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"Please Harry! Please!" Anna begged, clasping her hands together and following him around his room.
"No, it's too weird!" Harry glared at her in frustration, and flopped onto his bed with a sigh, closing his eyes.
"Har-rry!" Harry opened his eyes in annoyance to find Anna's face looming in front of his. He gave an almighty shove and sent her sprawling onto the floor.
"Sod off Anna!" He sat up and narrowed his eyes at her.
"Awww, come on Harry, you're going to have to use it sometime!" She got to her feet and began wiping down her jeans, giving Harry an annoyed sideways glance.
"Later rather than sooner!"
"It's sooner rather than later," she shot back nonchalantly, sitting next to Harry on the bed.
"Okay, if I do this for you, will you leave me alone?" He raised an eyebrow at her.
"YES! That's all I ask," she smiled gleefully at him.
"Okay, what then?"
Anna tapped her chin thoughtfully and was silent for a moment. "Ooo!" She squealed and bounced slightly on the bed, "GOT IT!"
"Uh huh, get on with it..." Harry mumbled boredly not at all looking forward to what was to come. She glared at him but continued anyway.
"A bunny rabbit!"
"Agh!" Harry sprang from the bed and began edging away from Anna.
"What?" She looked at him 'oh so' innocently.
"Hufflepuff!" He shook his head.
"Was that an insult, cause I sure haven't heard that one before!" She smirked.
"No, it wasn't. I was just stating a fact."
"Which would be...?"
"That if you went to Hogwarts you would've been a Hufflepuff," He edged closer towards the door.
"What is a Hufflepuff?" She raised her eyebrows and shifted a bit on the bed so she was looking directly at him. But before she got a reply, Harry was out the door, and sprinting for the stairs.
"Hey!" Anna protested and raced after him.
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"Woah! Hold it Harry!" Jason grinned as he stopped Harry's escape and Anna came skidding right into him.
"Oomph!" Harry glared at Anna and rubbed the back of his head.
"Remember Harry we have the lunch shift in the cafe, come on!" Jason slapped him on the back and made him walk down the hallway.
"Harry!" Anna put her hands on her hips in frustration.
"Maybe another time?" Harry winked and then added, "Or not!" As he was swept down the stairs with Jason. "Who's cooking if we're serving?" He asked Jason as they plodded into the living room towards the fireplace.
"Sara hired some people, otherwise there'd be no one in the cafe while we're studying and stuff," Jason bobbed down and picked up the coke can in front of the fireplace and held it out to Harry who put a hand on it.
"Ten seconds....Hmmm....Did you know I was a shape shifter, Jase?" Harry grinned and before Jason could answer they were swept away by a hook behind the navel and then found themselves sprawled on the floor, awkwardly.
"I hate portkeys!" Harry grumbled as he got up. He reached around for imaginary glasses that would of fallen off in the spin but found none.
"What are you looking for?" Jason asked as he dusted off his pants.
"My glass- OH never mind," Harry scratched his head awkwardly and got to his feet. They walked into the cafe and took over from the hired help who then left.
"So what were you saying about Shape shifting?" Jason asked as he checked the cash register over.
"Sara, seems to think I'm a shape shifter," Harry replied absent-mindedly as he grabbed an order off the hook and began pouring two orange juices out. "Did you hear about last night?"
"Yeah, Jess told me and Nada about it. So, shape shifting, eh?"
"Yup," Harry nodded and placed the orange juices on a tray, with some toast that had popped through the hatch from the hired help. He quickly walked over to table 14, and placed the glassed down in front of two girls. They smiled flirtatiously up at him and said thank you.
"No problem, enjoy your breakfast," Harry grinned and walked back behind the counter. Lots of things had changed about him over the last few days, maybe it was hanging around Anna, Jason, Nada and Jessica, or maybe it wasn't. All he knew though was that he felt more like himself these days than he ever did at Hogwarts. No standards of the boy-who-lived to live up too. No Dursley's. Life was good.
"Oi! Harry!" Jason snapped his fingers in front of Harry's eyes.
"What?" Harry narrowed his eyes and mumbled, "I was busy day-dreaming."
"About them, no doubt," Jason glanced at table 14 with the two girls and grinned, shoving a plate of bacon and eggs in front of him. "Table 9." And then he disappeared off to table 2 with other orders. Harry nearly swallowed his tongue in shock at what he saw as he glanced over at table 9.
"Just my luck," he grumbled, hurriedly placing the plate back on the counter before ducking down. "Why me? Why me?"
"Why you, what?" Jason appeared behind the counter.
"Table 9," Harry replied with a sigh. Jason looked over at them and then back at Harry.
"One ugly guy who looked like he jumped into a pool of grease and another brown haired one who is laughing his head off and....coming this way. Shit!" Jason ducked down with Harry. "It's them, isn't it!"
"Give the guy a prize," Harry muttered. He closed his eyes and focused on the image of Harry Brown that he saw in the mirror that morning and opened his eyes. Jason was standing and talking to the brown haired one at the counter, he shifted his foot and kicked Harry so that he would hide under the counter more.
"Sorry, my companions getting a bit grumpy, how much longer till our breakfast will be ready?"
"Not long, actually, just waiting on a second plate. Sorry for any inconveniencies."
"No, that's alright. Thankyou." The brown haired man walked back to his table and Harry stood up.
"Woah! What happened to your face?" Jason gasped and stepped back in surprise.
"Its called shape shifting," Harry grabbed the plate on the counter, and leant over and grabbed the second one that was being pushed through the hatch by the hired help. He walked up to table 9 and placed their orders down. "Sorry for the wait," he said.
"That's fine," the brown haired man smiled. "You're Harry Brown aren't you? From last night?"
"More like Potter," Snape growled, lifting his dark eyes to scowl at Harry. Harry gulped.
"Severus! We sorted this last night!" The brown haired man began again.
"And I swear I saw Potter duck behind the counter and then he appeared later!" Severus shot back.
"I'm sorry sir, but I'm not Potter. I could go ask if any of the hired help is named Potter though," Harry put on his best nervous and polite voice and even added in a nervous shifting of feet.
"See, Severus?" The man sighed in frustration. "No thanks, we'll be fine." He said to Harry. Taking his chance, Harry walked straight past the counter and out the back, grabbing the coke can in one fluid motion and disappearing.
"Sara!" He yelled immediately as he landed in the living room. Sara came bustling in from the kitchen.
"Yes, what's the matter?" She was drying a glass with a teatowel.
"They're back."
"Whose back?"
"My Potions teacher and his friend."
"Oh, dear, they don't give up do they!"
"No they don't and Snape doesn't believe I'm Harry Brown either!"
Sara looked frantic now and began pacing slightly whilst still drying the glass. Her mouth tugged into a thoughtful smile and then seemed to morph into a triumphant one. "I'll go down, and I'll say, 'Get out! I will not have you harassing my staff!'" She seemed to think it was the most brilliant idea ever.
"Er...Sara?" Harry asked cautiously. "Maybe it would be best if we did nothing, otherwise they might get suspicious."
"True, but they're already suspicious now aren't they-" Before she could go on, Jason appeared sprawled on the ground with the second portkey grasped in his hand. He scrambled to his feet.
"Jeez, the ugly one his scary!" Jason muttered as he brushed himself off.
"You think?" Harry rolled his eyes.
"What's going on?" Nada asked as she entered the living room via the kitchen. She was drying a mug with a tea towel with Anna and Jessica behind her.
"They're back. And Snape's suspicious."
"Oh no!" Anna smacked her forehead in frustration.
"Oh no, indeed," Sara began but was interrupted by Nada and Jessica.
"Harry..." Nada began. "What happened to your face..."
"Yeah..." Jessica agreed. They both gave him weird looks.
"Oh that!" Harry face slowly changed back into his original features. Both girls looked curious. "Shape shifting." He shrugged his shoulders.
"Um, wouldn't the customers be thinking it weird that one minute there's a black haired, green eyed boy serving them and the next he's blonde haired and blue eyed?" Nada asked, tucking unmanageable black curls behind her ear.
"Oh," Sara paused and tapped her chin. "Good point, no wonder this Snape man is suspicious. Not much we can do now...." She stopped and her mouth quirked slightly. "Unless we obliviate them!"
"What?!" Harry stepped back in shock. "We can't do that!" Harry was thinking back to his second year with Lockhart and he shuddered. Not to mention the fact that he was sure, Dumbledore would realise when one of his staff has been obliviated. "No, we can't!" He shook his head.
"Any other suggestions Harry?" Anna looked at him pointedly.
"Well..no...But we just can't do that, Dumbledore would know."
"Yes maybe, you're right. But I might actually have an idea." Sara interrupted, she paced slightly in the living room and turned to the five teens. "You'll just have to keep up your facade of Harry Brown for a while, till I can assure my idea will work." She looked at him. "And I mean NOW..." Again another look. "Harry, Jason, who's serving the customer's now?"
"No one...." Jason started.
"Well, go!" She placed her hands on her hips and advanced on the two boys.
"Uh oh!" Harry dived for the coke can and was gone, just as Jason scooped up the second one and left.
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Harry blinked and rubbed at his eyes sleepily, as the sun streamed in through the window seat in his and Jason's room. Last nights event came tumbling back to him and he groaned. That was way close, painfully close actually. Snape being there bought back memories of Hogwarts, and he was having trouble just forgetting his past like everyone else seemed to. Sitting up, he reached around for imaginary glasses, and then mentally smacked himself. Old habits die hard. He scrambled out of bed and padded out into the hallway and into the bathroom to peer into the mirror.
"Ah!" Harry yelped and jumped back in shock, staring back at him in the mirror was a blonde haired and blue eyed boy.
"You idiot!" Harry turned to find Anna yawning in the doorway. "You didn't take the charm off."
"Oh," Harry replied dumbly. He focused on himself in the mirror and watched as his hair gradually became darker and his eyes melted back into their bright green.
"Sara just woke me up; she wants to talk to you and me about last night. She's acting weird, mumbling about blonde hair or something." Harry nodded and followed her out of the bathroom, down the stairs and into the kitchen. Sara was busy making tea so Harry and Anna pulled out a chair each and sat down tiredly. Yawning again for the second time, Harry rested his head in
his arms almost ready to go back to sleep but was rudely awakened by Sara.
"No, you don't Harry!" She tapped him on the back of the head. "I have to talk to you." She pulled up a chair as Harry lifted his head tiredly and pushed two mugs of tea towards him and Anna. "Now, does either of you care to explain about last nights mishap?" Harry and Anna groaned in unison, and before Anna could protest Harry butted in,
"Anna'll tell you." He put his head back in his arms and drifted back off to sleep. Anna relayed the story to Sara and then Harry was awakened again, this time by a smack on the back of the head, compliments of Anna.
"Hey!"
"If I have to stay awake, so do you!" She folded her arms across her chest with a scowl.
"Fine," Harry grumbled in reply.
"What I'm worried about," Sara began. "Is how easily Harry did an appearance spell." She tapped her chin thoughtfully and leant back slightly in her chair.
"Can't he just have like some photographic memory or something." Anna suggested and then mumbled thoughtfully. "I read about that somewhere..."
"No, I don't think that's quite it. Really I don't think it was a spell at all, more like a talent."
"Well you've completely lost me," Harry sighed, gulping down some tea.
"Ditto," Anna agreed. Sara rubbed at a wrinkled pink cheek and then leant forward on the table with one elbow.
"Shape Shifting."
"Er...Shape shifting?" Harry gave her a disbelieving look. "I think controlling air is enough for me so far."
"Oh, controlling air is only the beginning," Sara mused seemingly off in her own little world.
"What is she on about?" Harry hissed, casting a sideways glance at Anna.
"I wish I knew."
"Oh it's simple really." Sara started up again. "Shape shifting is a complicated and rare talent, and only becomes apparent when a wizard or witch's full magical talent is realised. We haven't had a shape shifter in the wizarding world for over a century, if I'm correct. Or at least not one that was recorded."
"What has this got to do with Harry? He can't have realised his full magical talent yet." Anna said incredulously.
"Yeah, what she said," Harry mumbled dumbly.
"On the contrary though, my dears, He realised his full magical talent when we first got him. And if I'm not mistaken can probably feel it inside of him right this very second. Just like you, Jason, Nada, and Jess can feel your raw magic."
Anna looked slightly baffled but then nodded in affirmative as she grasped the whole concept. Harry on the other hand, understood the whole realising his full magical talent bit but was a bit shocked in realising he had boggart qualities. And he stated his thoughts quite plainly.
"I'm related to a boggart, then?"
"Ewwww!" Anna wrinkled her nose in distaste.
"Of course not!" Sara chuckled, sending wrinkles up into her cheeks and smiled joyfully. "I suppose you could say you're just more talented than the rest of us in appearance charms and transfiguration. You can morph into anything you like."
"Woah," Harry eye's widened in shock.
"The good thing about this too, is that I don't have to teach you!"
"Huh?"
"Shape shifting is just natural. You can do it automatically, as soon as you realise your full magical talent."
"Hold on, can I just ask something about that whole magical talent thing?" Anna butted in and Sara nodded. "How come, even when I knew I had magic. Like when I was still at school, I couldn't feel it running through me? But now I can?"
"Ahh, that is easy. Few wizards ever realise their magical potential, you guys are just special and shape shifters always realise their potential at some point."
"Oh." Harry and Anna stared at each other and just sat silently while Sara busied herself about the kitchen. That was a lot to take in, and Harry had a sneaking suspicion that there was more, but Sara was hiding it from them.
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"Please Harry! Please!" Anna begged, clasping her hands together and following him around his room.
"No, it's too weird!" Harry glared at her in frustration, and flopped onto his bed with a sigh, closing his eyes.
"Har-rry!" Harry opened his eyes in annoyance to find Anna's face looming in front of his. He gave an almighty shove and sent her sprawling onto the floor.
"Sod off Anna!" He sat up and narrowed his eyes at her.
"Awww, come on Harry, you're going to have to use it sometime!" She got to her feet and began wiping down her jeans, giving Harry an annoyed sideways glance.
"Later rather than sooner!"
"It's sooner rather than later," she shot back nonchalantly, sitting next to Harry on the bed.
"Okay, if I do this for you, will you leave me alone?" He raised an eyebrow at her.
"YES! That's all I ask," she smiled gleefully at him.
"Okay, what then?"
Anna tapped her chin thoughtfully and was silent for a moment. "Ooo!" She squealed and bounced slightly on the bed, "GOT IT!"
"Uh huh, get on with it..." Harry mumbled boredly not at all looking forward to what was to come. She glared at him but continued anyway.
"A bunny rabbit!"
"Agh!" Harry sprang from the bed and began edging away from Anna.
"What?" She looked at him 'oh so' innocently.
"Hufflepuff!" He shook his head.
"Was that an insult, cause I sure haven't heard that one before!" She smirked.
"No, it wasn't. I was just stating a fact."
"Which would be...?"
"That if you went to Hogwarts you would've been a Hufflepuff," He edged closer towards the door.
"What is a Hufflepuff?" She raised her eyebrows and shifted a bit on the bed so she was looking directly at him. But before she got a reply, Harry was out the door, and sprinting for the stairs.
"Hey!" Anna protested and raced after him.
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"Woah! Hold it Harry!" Jason grinned as he stopped Harry's escape and Anna came skidding right into him.
"Oomph!" Harry glared at Anna and rubbed the back of his head.
"Remember Harry we have the lunch shift in the cafe, come on!" Jason slapped him on the back and made him walk down the hallway.
"Harry!" Anna put her hands on her hips in frustration.
"Maybe another time?" Harry winked and then added, "Or not!" As he was swept down the stairs with Jason. "Who's cooking if we're serving?" He asked Jason as they plodded into the living room towards the fireplace.
"Sara hired some people, otherwise there'd be no one in the cafe while we're studying and stuff," Jason bobbed down and picked up the coke can in front of the fireplace and held it out to Harry who put a hand on it.
"Ten seconds....Hmmm....Did you know I was a shape shifter, Jase?" Harry grinned and before Jason could answer they were swept away by a hook behind the navel and then found themselves sprawled on the floor, awkwardly.
"I hate portkeys!" Harry grumbled as he got up. He reached around for imaginary glasses that would of fallen off in the spin but found none.
"What are you looking for?" Jason asked as he dusted off his pants.
"My glass- OH never mind," Harry scratched his head awkwardly and got to his feet. They walked into the cafe and took over from the hired help who then left.
"So what were you saying about Shape shifting?" Jason asked as he checked the cash register over.
"Sara, seems to think I'm a shape shifter," Harry replied absent-mindedly as he grabbed an order off the hook and began pouring two orange juices out. "Did you hear about last night?"
"Yeah, Jess told me and Nada about it. So, shape shifting, eh?"
"Yup," Harry nodded and placed the orange juices on a tray, with some toast that had popped through the hatch from the hired help. He quickly walked over to table 14, and placed the glassed down in front of two girls. They smiled flirtatiously up at him and said thank you.
"No problem, enjoy your breakfast," Harry grinned and walked back behind the counter. Lots of things had changed about him over the last few days, maybe it was hanging around Anna, Jason, Nada and Jessica, or maybe it wasn't. All he knew though was that he felt more like himself these days than he ever did at Hogwarts. No standards of the boy-who-lived to live up too. No Dursley's. Life was good.
"Oi! Harry!" Jason snapped his fingers in front of Harry's eyes.
"What?" Harry narrowed his eyes and mumbled, "I was busy day-dreaming."
"About them, no doubt," Jason glanced at table 14 with the two girls and grinned, shoving a plate of bacon and eggs in front of him. "Table 9." And then he disappeared off to table 2 with other orders. Harry nearly swallowed his tongue in shock at what he saw as he glanced over at table 9.
"Just my luck," he grumbled, hurriedly placing the plate back on the counter before ducking down. "Why me? Why me?"
"Why you, what?" Jason appeared behind the counter.
"Table 9," Harry replied with a sigh. Jason looked over at them and then back at Harry.
"One ugly guy who looked like he jumped into a pool of grease and another brown haired one who is laughing his head off and....coming this way. Shit!" Jason ducked down with Harry. "It's them, isn't it!"
"Give the guy a prize," Harry muttered. He closed his eyes and focused on the image of Harry Brown that he saw in the mirror that morning and opened his eyes. Jason was standing and talking to the brown haired one at the counter, he shifted his foot and kicked Harry so that he would hide under the counter more.
"Sorry, my companions getting a bit grumpy, how much longer till our breakfast will be ready?"
"Not long, actually, just waiting on a second plate. Sorry for any inconveniencies."
"No, that's alright. Thankyou." The brown haired man walked back to his table and Harry stood up.
"Woah! What happened to your face?" Jason gasped and stepped back in surprise.
"Its called shape shifting," Harry grabbed the plate on the counter, and leant over and grabbed the second one that was being pushed through the hatch by the hired help. He walked up to table 9 and placed their orders down. "Sorry for the wait," he said.
"That's fine," the brown haired man smiled. "You're Harry Brown aren't you? From last night?"
"More like Potter," Snape growled, lifting his dark eyes to scowl at Harry. Harry gulped.
"Severus! We sorted this last night!" The brown haired man began again.
"And I swear I saw Potter duck behind the counter and then he appeared later!" Severus shot back.
"I'm sorry sir, but I'm not Potter. I could go ask if any of the hired help is named Potter though," Harry put on his best nervous and polite voice and even added in a nervous shifting of feet.
"See, Severus?" The man sighed in frustration. "No thanks, we'll be fine." He said to Harry. Taking his chance, Harry walked straight past the counter and out the back, grabbing the coke can in one fluid motion and disappearing.
"Sara!" He yelled immediately as he landed in the living room. Sara came bustling in from the kitchen.
"Yes, what's the matter?" She was drying a glass with a teatowel.
"They're back."
"Whose back?"
"My Potions teacher and his friend."
"Oh, dear, they don't give up do they!"
"No they don't and Snape doesn't believe I'm Harry Brown either!"
Sara looked frantic now and began pacing slightly whilst still drying the glass. Her mouth tugged into a thoughtful smile and then seemed to morph into a triumphant one. "I'll go down, and I'll say, 'Get out! I will not have you harassing my staff!'" She seemed to think it was the most brilliant idea ever.
"Er...Sara?" Harry asked cautiously. "Maybe it would be best if we did nothing, otherwise they might get suspicious."
"True, but they're already suspicious now aren't they-" Before she could go on, Jason appeared sprawled on the ground with the second portkey grasped in his hand. He scrambled to his feet.
"Jeez, the ugly one his scary!" Jason muttered as he brushed himself off.
"You think?" Harry rolled his eyes.
"What's going on?" Nada asked as she entered the living room via the kitchen. She was drying a mug with a tea towel with Anna and Jessica behind her.
"They're back. And Snape's suspicious."
"Oh no!" Anna smacked her forehead in frustration.
"Oh no, indeed," Sara began but was interrupted by Nada and Jessica.
"Harry..." Nada began. "What happened to your face..."
"Yeah..." Jessica agreed. They both gave him weird looks.
"Oh that!" Harry face slowly changed back into his original features. Both girls looked curious. "Shape shifting." He shrugged his shoulders.
"Um, wouldn't the customers be thinking it weird that one minute there's a black haired, green eyed boy serving them and the next he's blonde haired and blue eyed?" Nada asked, tucking unmanageable black curls behind her ear.
"Oh," Sara paused and tapped her chin. "Good point, no wonder this Snape man is suspicious. Not much we can do now...." She stopped and her mouth quirked slightly. "Unless we obliviate them!"
"What?!" Harry stepped back in shock. "We can't do that!" Harry was thinking back to his second year with Lockhart and he shuddered. Not to mention the fact that he was sure, Dumbledore would realise when one of his staff has been obliviated. "No, we can't!" He shook his head.
"Any other suggestions Harry?" Anna looked at him pointedly.
"Well..no...But we just can't do that, Dumbledore would know."
"Yes maybe, you're right. But I might actually have an idea." Sara interrupted, she paced slightly in the living room and turned to the five teens. "You'll just have to keep up your facade of Harry Brown for a while, till I can assure my idea will work." She looked at him. "And I mean NOW..." Again another look. "Harry, Jason, who's serving the customer's now?"
"No one...." Jason started.
"Well, go!" She placed her hands on her hips and advanced on the two boys.
"Uh oh!" Harry dived for the coke can and was gone, just as Jason scooped up the second one and left.
*REVIEW! Oh and read my sis' fics, there under my pen name, Harry and Ginny shippers...go on...go read em'!*