By Serendipity
Author's Note: All I really have to say is that I'm sorry for taking so long. I'm forcing myself to write this (really forcing cuz it's a really nice day out) and I only have a few ideas as far as the plot is concerned. My friend is playing some weird video game and the main character keeps shouting out "Volcano!" or is it "Torpedo"? Dunno. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: Blah, don't own them, blah.
Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous
I felt slight amounts of pressure upon my chest. I also heard a purring and something slightly wet and rough brushed my nose. I opened my eyes sleepily to see a close up of my white cat's inquiring face. He blinked one eye lazily at me before jumping off to examine the strange room. That's when I noticed that Blizzard's cage was on my desk.
"Good morning," Harry greeted, coming into the room. Tai sniffed him before returning his gaze to a pile of discarded clothes. I sat up in bed.
"What are they doing here?" I asked, pointing to my pets.
"Your mother brought them," Harry explained, opening my blinds.
I nodded sleepily. Then I realized exactly what he said.
"Mom's here?" I asked.
"Yeah, she is," Harry mostly mumbled, looking down at his feet. I noticed that he was blushing and that he seemed to be uncomfortable with the whole situation. I smiled slyly.
"You still love her don't you?" I asked him.
He looked up alarmed.
"I, erm, uh..."
I smiled again. I don't know why I was so happy about it, but then again I guess that all kids want their parents to be together. Harry wanted to change the subject.
"So, you and Cameron, huh?"
I got frustrated.
"I don't know!" I said, throwing my hands up in the air.
"You don't know?"
"She's hot, but I think she's a bit off her rocker," I admitted.
"What makes you say that?" Harry asked, sitting down at my desk. Tai jumped up and settled in his lap.
"What kind of girl just walks into a guy's bedroom unannounced and kisses him?"
Harry nodded thoughtfully.
"And there's something else," I said testily. This was the first real conversation that I was having with Harry and I didn't want to ruin it with more yelling.
"Which is...?" Harry coaxed.
"Well, remember when I bungee jumped off of the Eiffel Tower?"
He nodded.
"Well I did it because she jumped first and she didn't have a cord."
"Shit," Harry cursed, looking thoughtful once more. "Thanks for telling me, Malfoy has to know about this."
I was confused.
"Why?" I asked.
Harry took a deep breath and blew it all out at once, his shoulders visibly relaxing.
"You, The Triplets, and Cameron were all born around the same time. Cameron's actually only a week and a half younger than you."
"Okay, so you all had us when you guys were seventeen, your parents must have been proud," I said sarcastically.
Harry smiled.
"Mine were dead, Draco's and Pansy's were in Azkaban, and you mum's and Ron's...well okay they were mad, but they got over it."
"Okay, so we were all born to unwed seventeen-year-olds, what the hell does this got to do with anything?"
"Draco and Pansy were more or less an arranged match," Harry continued. "They really could not stand each other and when Draco came over onto our side, well let's just say, it wasn't pretty. Pansy wanted to abort poor Cameron but Draco wouldn't let her. Cameron was the main reason why Draco came to our side; after he saw the sonogram of her, he fell in love with her and wanted to give her the life that he never had. So Pansy continued on with the pregnancy but after the delivery she gave the baby to Draco and disappeared. Draco lost his parents, his family money, everything. He had nothing but the clothes on his back and a baby in his arms. With no friends, Draco came to the Weasley's for help. That made us respect him. Imagine going to your old enemies for help? He swallowed his pride to save his daughter. He stayed there for six months before he managed to get enough money to support his family. Ron and Hermione were there too. You can just imagine all the yelling."
I chuckled.
"Okay, well that's a really heart-warming story and everything, but it's not explaining why Cameron jumped off the Eiffel Tower and why you need to tell Draco about it."
"I'm getting to that!" Harry exclaimed.
Tai looked up in annoyance at the raised voice.
Harry continued.
"Well the years passed smoothly. You were growing nicely, The Triplets were proving to be exceptional wizards and witch thanks mostly to Hermione's constant teaching, and Draco was becoming rich once again. Cameron was surprisingly a sweetie. Draco brought her into work a couple times. She was so adorable in her little pink outfits and pigtails. She was very well behaved too. It was weird being civil with Draco. Don't get me wrong," he added hastily seeing my inquiring face, "Draco and I still detest each other, but not as much as we used to. We're serious over big things, but when it comes to who has to make the coffee at work..." Harry shook his head. "Many broken appliances."
This was getting to be a very long story. Interesting, but long.
"So anyway, everything was going fine and dandy until Cameron's tenth birthday."
"What happened?" I asked.
"Pansy came back."
"That couldn't have been good," I said.
Harry nodded.
"Pansy put Cameron in some sort of trance and kidnapped her. She took her to Paris. Draco followed and brought Cameron back, but we could never get Pansy. Every now and then Pansy lures Cameron back to Paris and Draco stomps off and gets her back. We don't know what Pansy has up her sleeve or exactly what she does to Cameron or why. We just know that it's not good."
"Ah, I see," I said, though I was still a bit confused. I wanted to ask more, but mom came in. She was wearing jeans and a T-shirt and didn't have a scrap of make-up on.
"Hayden!" she exclaimed, coming to my bed and giving me a huge hug. She pushed my ungelled hair back and gave me a kiss on my forehead. "Are you having a good time?" she asked.
I shrugged and Harry made a weird noise in his throat. Mom looked over at him and there was a long and awkward silence.
"I think I'll make some breakfast," she said exiting my room, leaving Harry and I alone once more. We were quiet for awhile before Harry said:
"Hurry up and get ready, we'll be heading off to The Bookshelf after breakfast. Do you want to come with me to the Malfoy's afterwards?"
"I guess."
"Alright, just make sure that I don't stay too long, I've got that press conference tonight."
He brushed Tai off of his lap and went into the kitchen. I got out of bed and began dressing. I was about to reach for one of my long-sleeved shirts when I got an idea. I don't know why I thought of it or even why I wanted to do it, but I ended up putting on a tank top so that my scar was completely visible. Then I went over to my mirror and gelled my hair before joining my parents in the kitchen. Mom was making breakfast with her wand.
"It feels good to be using magic again," she said. Then she turned to me. "Did you get a wand yet, sweetie?"
I shook my head and drank some orange juice straight from the carton. Mom sent a shocked look over to Harry.
"Why not?" she asked.
I was going to tell her because I have been a big pain in the ass and didn't want one, but Harry broke in before I could even open my mouth.
"Hayden's unique," he said, giving me a proud smile. "Hayden, why don't you tell your mother your talent?"
I had no clue as to what he was talking about.
"Um, I can fit a sideways banana in my mouth."
"Not that one," Harry said, chuckling slightly. "Tell her why you don't need a wand."
"Oh," I said, feeling really stupid. I turned to Mom. "I can do wandless magic easily," I rattled off casually as if I was commenting on the weather.
Mom got a look of pure shock.
"You can do wandless magic?" she whispered, her eyes filling up with tears of pride.
I nodded and Harry went off telling her about how he caught me doing wandless magic (he left out that that magic was me hurling books at him) and how he had taken me to Dumbledore. When he was finished, Mom looked at me proudly.
"So what are we going to do?" she asked Harry. "Neither of us knows that much about wandless magic."
"Don't worry," Harry said. "I know this guy in France, Pepe L'mour. He's a nutcase, but he has studied Merlin's journals for the past twenty-five years. He knows more about wandless magic than anyone does. I've already contacted him and he agreed to come over tomorrow and see what he can do with Hayden."
Mom nodded and I grunted. I didn't want some nutcase teaching me, but I also didn't want to start a fight with Mom there.
Just then green flames jumped up in the fireplace and out stepped Tatum, closely followed by Forrest, son of Uncle George, and Erin, daughter of Uncle Fred. Both Forrest and Erin were twenty and were training to be Aurors. Forrest had short, gelled down black hair and a goatee, and Erin had very dark red hair that went down to her back. I haven't seen them in two years. They smiled at me and both gave Mom a hug.
"What brings you three out?" Harry asked.
Forrest helped himself to some coffee and Erin used her wand to peal an orange.
"Uncle Percy sent us," Forrest said, sitting down next to Harry. I hadn't seen Uncle Percy since I was twelve. Both of my parents groaned. Forrest continued:
"The press wants Hayden at the conference tonight."
"No," said both of my parents.
I looked up from my food.
"I want to go," I said and everyone looked at me like I was crazy.
"Are you sure?" Harry asked.
"Yeah," I said.
"Are you going to be wearing that shirt?" Tatum asked.
"What's wrong with it?"
"It shows your scar," Erin said, prodding the scar that she never knew about until yesterday.
"And why shouldn't it?" I asked, leaning back in my chair. "I don't want to hide it for the rest of my life as if I'm ashamed of it. I just want them to see it, get a kick out of it, and leave it alone."
"You tell 'em, man!" Forrest congratulated, toasting me with his coffee. After another half an hour of eating and catching up with current affairs, Forrest and Erin went back to work and the rest of us went to The Bookshelf.
The Bookshelf is actually a fairly nice mansion. Aunt Hermione is Minister of Magic and Uncle Ron is the third best Auror after Harry and Draco. I didn't fall this time as I stepped out of the huge fireplace and into their immaculately clean living room. Sitting engulfed in a huge armchair was Bright, The Triplet's 11-year-old brother.
Bright has longish, sandy-brown hair that he tucks behind his ears in vain because a few locks always find their way back into his dark brown eyes. He lives up to his name because he is very bright and wouldn't look out of place at a coffee shop with all his dark clothes. He was currently wearing baggy black pants and a black hoodie with a white shirt poking out of it. He was reading some thick book written in Latin and didn't notice our entrance. But Emma did.
Emma is a seven-year-old bundle of giggles. She has Bright's hair color and The Triplet's turquoise eyes. She broke out into a huge smile when she saw us and ran from the room shouting out, "Daddy!" Bright stirred in his chair, saw us, mumbled a hello and went back to his book. Emma came back clutching Uncle Ron's hand.
"Oh, hello," he said, seeing us. Then he saw Mom.
"Ginny!" he exclaimed, running over, "when did you get here?"
Mom hugged him and smiled.
"Last night," she said.
Uncle Ron took us into their large kitchen and with a flick of his wand, served the grown-ups coffee and Tatum, Emma, and I lemonade. It wasn't long until Tristen and Tove came in. They were both in nothing but shorts, their hair was tussled, and they were squinting as if they were not used to the light.
"It's about time you two woke up!" Uncle Ron said, conjuring up some pancakes for them out of nowhere. They grunted and sat down. I felt someone pulling on my hand.
"Come on, I want to show you my room!" Emma exclaimed and before I could answer, she pulled me along to the upstairs. Her room was the first on the right. It was decorated in pastel colors, mostly pink, and had what looked light holographic fairies flying about. In a corner she had a huge dollhouse with actually moving dolls in it. I went over to it and looked inside. The two children dolls were doing the dishes and the parent dolls seemed to be doing their taxes or something. Emma came over and started introducing me to her dolls. The children abandoned their chores and greeted me with huge smiles but the adults barely even looked up, they were currently frustrated at how they could never get the same amount. It was very amusing
"I keep forgetting that you never been inside a real wizarding house before," came Tatum's voice from the doorway. I smiled shyly. "Come on," she continued, "I'll show you the rest."
Across from Emma's room was Bright's. His room had a ton of books and a lot of weird looking objects. Tatum explained to me that he was really into astrology, and looking up I saw that his black ceiling had the whole galaxy on it. The stars were even moving.
Then she took me into her room. Her room was completely normal except that it seemed as if her ceiling were made of water. It was turquoise like her eyes, and even sounded like the ocean. After a few minutes of flipping through some of her old school books, we went across the hall to Tristen and Tove's room. She stopped me before we went in.
"Look at their ceiling from out here," she instructed. I did and it was just a plain white ceiling. As a matter of fact their whole room looked plain. White ceiling, white walls, white carpet.
"Now, step in," she said.
I did, and everything changed. Their floor was black marble, two walls were black and two were red, huge windows let in the bright sunlight and their ceiling had a swirl of colors clashing with one another like a lava lamp.
"They depict the emotions of the people in the room," Tatum explained, looking up at the ceiling. "The yellows are your curiosity, the whites are your confusion, the blues are my calmness, and the greens are our...contentness, is the only word for it I guess."
Just then Tristen and Tove came in and the ceiling was splotched with red and black, nearly blocking out the other colors.
"What happened?" Tatum asked them.
"Dad's making us degnome the garden today," Tove replied.
I wanted to ask what degnoming a garden meant but Harry called me back downstairs.
"I'm leaving for the Malfoy's," he said as I came back into the kitchen. "You still want to come?"
It was a hard decision because I wanted to learn more of this degnoming thing and I also wanted to poke around the house for more weird magical stuff, but as much as I hated to admit it I wanted to see Cameron again. So I said goodbye and headed to the fireplace. Mom stayed behind, she wanted to catch up with Uncle Ron and she said that she didn't really want to see Draco anyway.
The green flames ate me as I used the Floo Powder and after a brief minute of spinning I stepped out of a large marble fireplace. The vast room in front of me had a black and white tiled floor and black leather furniture. Harry stepped out behind me.
"You can warn me you know!"
Harry and I turned our heads to a side entryway where Draco was currently storming in, holding some sort of file and looking extremely flustered.
"Normal people would owl me and say, 'Draco, how about a spot of tea around six?' or 'Draco I suddenly feel like coming over to your place, expect me there in an hour' but not Harry Potter, no Harry can come over uninvited whenever he wishes!"
"Thank you, Draco, I will," Harry said sarcastically.
Draco scowled.
"Alright, have a seat," he said, motioning toward the couch and armchairs. He sat down across from us.
"Would you like some tea?" he asked.
"No thank you, Draco, I'm fine," Harry replied.
Draco nodded and looked at me.
"How about you, Hayden, some tea?"
"No thanks, I don't like the stuff that much," I replied.
"Would you like anything else?" Draco asked. "I have Pepsi."
Harry snorted and faked shock.
"You have Pepsi?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Draco, need I remind you that Pepsi is a muggle drink?"
Draco glared at Harry.
"Cameron developed a liking for it several years ago when I took her into the muggle world, okay Pothead?" He looked back at me with a calmer expression. "Pepsi then?"
"Alright," I replied.
"Twinkle!" Draco shouted suddenly. An elf like creature scuttled in.
"Yes Master Malfoy?" it asked in a high, squeaky voice.
Draco told the elf to fetch me a Pepsi. The elf disappeared then popped back a second later, laying a glass of Pepsi on a coaster in front of me.
"That would be all, Twinkle, you can leave now," Draco said, and the elf disappeared once more. "Now that the formalities are done," Draco continued. "Why are you here?"
Harry wasted no time getting to business.
"I think Pansy is trying to kill Cameron."
Draco's eyes widened and he leaned forward.
"Why do you say that?"
Harry launched into the whole vacation to Paris thing and I had to describe over and over the incident on the Eiffel Tower. Finally we were done and Draco led us over to the fireplace.
"Thanks for letting me know about this, Potter," he said, rubbing his eyes.
Harry smiled.
"Anytime, Peroxide."
With that Draco pushed Harry into the fireplace and thrust the pot of Floo Powder under his nose. Harry took it and shouted out, "The Bookshelf" before green flames ate him. I stepped in after the flames subsided and said goodbye to Draco before taking a handful of Floo Powder and disappearing as well.
It was suppertime at The Bookshelf but Harry and I could only scarf down a chicken leg as we got ready for the press conference. We were about to leave when Mom came out in a dress and sandals.
"Where are you going?" Harry asked.
"With you," was Mom's reply. "He's my son too, and I want to be there for his first press conference."
"Fine," said Harry. He slipped a pair of sunglasses on and grabbed his leather jacket.
"You two ready yet?" I asked exasperated.
"Yes, sweetie," Mom said, having Uncle Ron clip a necklace on for her.
Harry turned towards me.
"You go last," he told me.
I scowled and was about to say some nasty remark containing numerous four letter words, but I caught Mom's glare and decided against it.
"Be back soon," Harry said to the others, then popped away.
Mom went next, then I followed. I stepped out of a huge fireplace made of stone and tried to look at my surroundings, but numerous flashing lights blinded me and a roar of applause deafened me. I began feeling shy and dizzy, then I felt Mom's comforting hand on my shoulder and she led me to a table where Harry was already sitting. I sat between them and after several minutes of this madness, things settled down and the questions started.
"Ms. Weasley, it's so nice to see you in the Wizarding World again. When did you arrive back?" said a woman with glasses in front.
"Last night," Mom replied, politely.
"And what's your reason for returning?" asked a man with a big nose.
"I've been away from the Wizarding World for too long. I wanted to see my family and friends again, and" Mom added, looking at me, "I missed my son."
I blushed. This was almost as bad as the time that she walked me to school and told me that she loved me in front of the whole student body.
"So your feelings for Harry Potter have no basis for your return?"
Mom blushed.
"Harry and I are very good friends. Our main concern is and always has been to raise our son."
"You didn't answer my question."
Mom and Harry shot terrified glances over my head and I felt my frustration rising. It's pretty bad when the kid gets over the split of their parents before the rest of the world does. Both of my parents were ringing their hands and stumbling for words to say. And even though their discomfort was so obvious, the press continued to bombard them with questions about their relationship. One even asked about a supposed second child hiding away somewhere. That's when I got mad.
Lightening flashed in the window followed closely by a loud clap of thunder. The room was hushed and all eyes turned towards me as if they just realized that I was in the room.
"Ah, yes, Hayden," said the man with the big nose. "England has been receiving these sudden storms a lot lately. Tell me, how's your relationship with your father?"
I wanted to tell them that it was none of their business but instead I said that it was absolutely spiffy.
"And why did you two bring him into the Wizarding World so late in life?"
"We wanted Hayden to have a normal childhood, and we wanted to wait until he was ready to handle the fame," Harry explained. "He's an adult now and we want him to live in both worlds and decide which one is for him."
"And which world do you want him to live in?"
"Hayden's my son and he always will be no matter which world he lives in."
"When did you realize that Hayden was gifted with the wandless magic?"
"I always knew that Hayden was very gifted by his display of magical abilities as a child, but we just found out for sure recently," Mom answered, seeming to be over her embarrassment.
"Does Hayden have a wand?"
"He doesn't need one," Harry replied.
"Did he ever have a wand?"
"He sometimes used mine," Mom said. "I taught him some simple spells but my wand isn't very compatible with him and he hasn't used it in years."
"What do you plan to do to exercise his magical powers?"
"He doesn't need to know spells or charms because he can perform those just by thinking about what he wants to happen. We have a tutor coming from France to help him with that. We will however teach him Potions and Astronomy ourselves."
"What about Study of Ancient Runes and Care of Magical Creatures?"
"We'll dab into that, yes."
"Divination?"
"Divination is bull shit," Harry said, keeping a straight face.
The press laughed.
"Hayden, what do you think of the Wizarding World so far?"
"It's different," I answered truthfully.
"Alright Hayden, one more question and we'll let you and your parents leave," said a particularly spiteful looking lady.
"Shoot," I replied, leaning back in my chair casually.
"Do you want your parents to get back together?"
The question caught me off guard. I haven't really thought about them getting together and I didn't know what I wanted.
"I want them to do what makes them happy," I said at last.
This seemed to satisfy everyone. One pretty reporter in front smiled at me and said:
"You know, Hayden, you're going to be very popular with the ladies."
I thanked her but didn't take what she said to heart. I've never been really popular with the ladies. However I didn't know just how right she was...
Living life out on the streets,
I don't think they would survive,
If they could spend a day or two,
Walking in someone else's shoes,
I think they'd stumble and they'd fall,
They would fall,
Life styles of the rich and the famous,
They're always complainin', always complainin',
If money is such a problem,
Well they got mansions,
Think we should rob them,
Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous ~Good Charlotte
Another Author's Note: -Takes a minute to bask in the satisfaction that it is finally finished- I'm sorry to those of you who waited so patiently for this chapter. I have a lot of stuff in here. I also introduced a lot of Weasley's didn't I? Sorry about that. I think this is a chapter of nothing but I still hope that you guys liked it. I just thought of the perfect ending to this story, but now I just have to think of everything else.