By Serendipity7
Author's Note: Hello. My Internet is down, my friends have the flu, and I'm stuck at home with nothing to do. Well, I'm bored so this AN is pointless.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything that you may recognize, including the Harry Potter world and Gameboy.
Author's Comment: I'm writing in purple font color and my tooth hurts.
Welcome to Paradise
I had been in England for a grand total of two weeks, though it seemed more like two years. Within those two weeks I had: met my dad for the first time, summoned 57 storms, pissed my dad off 57 times, met the last two Marauders, jumped off of the Eiffel Tower, traveled to Mecca through a fireplace and learned from a 200-year-old that I possess the ability of wandless magic, found myself caught up in a hurricane of tabloid media, went back to England through a fireplace, fell in love with the daughter of my dad's childhood rival, went to a press conference, and started up taking lessons from a French nutcase who was currently yelling at me.
"Hayden? Hayden are you paying attention to me m'kay? 'Cause this is very important m'kay?"
I reluctantly put down my Gameboy SP III and looked at him. He saw that he had gotten my attention back and began instructing me once again as I wondered why the hell I was learning anyway.
"Now, wandless magic when you are feeling strong emotions is a very easy thing to do and many wizards do it on a daily basis as you well know."
Is there any popcorn left?
"I feel your power through your aura and you are indeed extremely strong."
Did I change Tai's kitty litter this week?
"However like I said before, this kind of talent is very hard to accomplish."
My sock has no elastic.
"So don't' feel discouraged if you don't catch on right away."
Is that a pimple on my chin?
Just then Harry walked in. He gave me a weird kind of half smile and nodded toward Pepe, the tutor. Pepe beamed back at him and waved at him to sit down on the couch next to me.
"Ah, Mr. Potter, we were just about to do our first exercise!" he exclaimed in a very excited manner.
"Really?" my dad asked. He leaned forward, interested. "Mind if I watch?"
"Not at all!" Pepe exclaimed. Harry looked at me.
"Do you care?"
I shrugged my shoulders and thought about skipping over to The Bookshelf later and see what wizard boys do for fun.
"Good!" Pepe exclaimed once more, clapping his hands together. "Okay now, Hayden, I want you to focus all of your attention on that Quaffle over there."
"I'm sorry, focus my attention on what?" I thought he said waffle.
"The Quaffle, son," Pepe said exuberantly.
"The red ball over there," Harry pointed.
"Oh," I replied. I decided not to ask.
"Now," Pepe continued, "I want you to focus all of your attention on it and have it fly towards you. And don't feel discouraged if--you--can't..." Pepe trailed off because the ball was in my hands a split second after he said 'have it fly towards you.' Harry was applauding with obvious awe.
I then used my power to have the ball hover above our heads as I also fetched the popcorn from the kitchen and cleaned Tai's kitty litter simultaneously all without even getting up from the couch.
"Anything else you want me to do?" I asked Pepe as I made his hair turn the colors of the American flag and turned Tai into a guinea pig.
Harry's mouth hung wide open.
"No," said Pepe slowly. "Mr. Potter, I think your son just graduated.
"Good, I'm going to The Bookshelf." And with that I 'apparated' to the bookshelf with out ever being told how to; which might explain why I landed upon Tove. It took me a moment to realize that I was sitting upon his back and that I was probably cutting off his circulation. I quickly got off of him, blushing at my blunder.
"Bloody hell," Tove swore, slowly prying himself to his feet.
"Umm, you said a bad word!" Emma said from the table, pointing and smirking. She was eating what appeared to be jelly beans.
Tove rubbed his lower back as he went to Emma and bent over to touch foreheads with her, smiling slightly as he did so. "I'm sorry," he apologized to his giggling sister. He quickly placed a small kiss on the tip of her nose and stole a jelly bean, popping it into his mouth as he sat down at the counter. He turned to me with a mischievous smile on his head.
"Learned how to apparate did you?" he asked.
"Sorry, it was my first time," I said, hugging Emma and reading the box of her jelly beans. Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans. I shrugged and took one. Several seconds later I spat it out as I realized that it tasted like ear wax...not that I've ever tasted ear wax, mind you.
Tove was still smiling mischievously. "They mean every flavor," he informed, a bit too late.
I scowled at him.
"So what brings you over here anyway?" he asked after he ordered Emma to fetch him an apple. "It's such a travesty to us, not being able to use magic," he stated afterwards, as Emma handed him an apple.
"I was wondering what you guys do for fun here. There's no TV or anything like that. You don't just sit around all day do you?"
Tove took a bite out of his apple.
"Actually Tristen and I were planning on heading over to Diagon Alley. Wanna come?"
"Diagon Alley?" I asked, confused.
"Yeah," said Tristen, entering the room. "It's sort of like a shopping place."
I shrugged and followed them to the fireplace. I hated floo powder but I needed to picture the place that I wanted to go to in my head to apparate, and since I had never been to Diagon Alley, I couldn't do that. Two minutes later, we were wandering the streets of Diagon Alley. Ten minutes later, I wanted to go home. Now, I had played soccer for six years. Six years of running for so long that your heart pounds in your chest and the pain in your legs is so intense that they feel as though they're on fire. Six years of changing direction at a moments notice and of pushing people out of my way. Obviously those six years weren't enough to prepare me for fame and running from sex-crazed teenaged girls.
Moments after we had come into Diagon Alley, a group of girls had spotted us and started screaming once they realized that we were with out our parents who may be able to hex them. And so they started chasing us. At first it was exhilarating, but then it just got tiring.
"In here!" Tristen yelled, as though he had read my mind. He grabbed a hold of my sleeve (I was back to wearing long sleeves) and pulled me into a dark shop. Tove followed and closed the door. The three of us sank to the floor and waited for the delusional dimwits to pass.
"What did we do to deserve that kind of attention?" I asked between pants.
Tristen rested his head against the door and closed his eyes. "We were born," he replied.
"Told you that going into Diagon Alley was exercise," said Tove, following his brother's suit.
"Then why do you do it?" I asked him.
"Because we have huge egos," said Tristen, as he sent me a cocky grin.
The shop that we were in was abandoned and Tristen explained to me that it was to become part of the Weasley Wizard Wheezes soon. We sat there for awhile longer, mainly because we were just unable to move.
"So you guys get chased by a pack of girls often?" I asked.
They nodded. I was a bit disappointed. I had hoped that the girls were all after me.
"Why do they chase you?" I asked. My cousins weren't ugly but they didn't look like God's gifts to women either.
"Because we're our father's sons," Tristen replied. "Mum too of course."
"I don't get it," I said, feeling stupid. "Your father's famous for being a good Auror?"
They laughed.
"That might be part of it, but no," said Tristen between laughs.
"They're famous because of the books and movies," Tove told me.
"Huh?"
"You know, the muggle movies and books!"
I shook my head and they looked shocked, bringing their hands to their chests in an insulted manner. Embarrassed, I began racking my brain to see if I had any recollection of seeing the books (I had lived as a muggle of course,) but I didn't.
"It started out as a joke, really," Tristen said, noticing my still blank stare.
"Yeah, we didn't think it would go so far," Tove added.
"You see, back in the mid to late nineties," Tristen started, "Draco dared Harry to tell a muggle author about his life--and he did!" Both Tristen and Tove paused here to have a good laugh. "So she wrote books about his life and those books turned into a phenomenon that eventually got turned into movies. One book and movie for each year he went to Hogwarts. Course, some things got switched around. Harry started getting uncomfortable with everyone knowing all the facts so some where around the third or fourth book he either added stuff or left stuff out."
"Or changed things completely," Tove added.
Tristen nodded. "By the end it was only the half truth of what happened."
I was quiet for awhile, deep in thought. Tristen and Tove seemed uncomfortable at the fact that I knew nothing.
"Um, we have the books and movies, if you want to borrow them," Tove offered. I nodded enthusiastically. They walked over to the fireplace to return home, but I apparated, landing on one of their beds. Five minutes later they entered their room. The ceiling was splotched with yellow, my curiosity if I remember correctly, and a little dark blue from them, I guess they were worried about what they were doing.
Tove went over to a locker they had in a corner of their room and began piling the books (each one bigger than the last) into a back pack that Tristen was holding for him. After he placed the DVDs on top they zipped the bag up and handed it to me.
"Err, you might not want to tell anyone that you have these till have to you've read slash watched them," Tristen informed me. "There must be a reason why you don't know about them. Also, I'd appreciate it if you not tell anyone that it's us who gave them too you."
I nodded. Things were too weird.
"Oh," stated Tove suddenly as I made to apparate. "Read the books first. You'll appreciate the movies more."
I nodded again, and thanked them. I apparated in the Potter Pad's kitchen with the back pack slung on my shoulder. Harry looked up from sipping tea and reading the Evening Prophet. He smiled when he saw me, then looked suspiciously at the back pack.
"What's in there," he asked, indicating the back pack.
"Stuff from Diagon Alley," I lied.
Harry got a mischievous grin.
"Ah, dung bombs and extendable ears, perhaps?"
"Uh, yeah."
Harry chuckled. "Well don't let your grandmother find out about them. She'll have kittens."
"I won't." I made a mental note to ask Tristen and Tove what the hell dung bombs and extendable ears were. "Erm, where's mom?" I asked.
Harry blushed slightly. "She's staying at The Bookshelf while she's in England. We didn't want to set a bad example for you. Not to mention that this house is barely big enough for two people."
I was confused over the whole bad example thing but didn't feel like asking. The books in the back pack were getting heavy and I desperately wanted to start reading them.
"I'm going to be staying in my room a lot for awhile. Don't bother me and don't let mom bother me either," I stated, heading to my room. I vaguely heard Harry mumbling 'teenagers' as I closed the door and locked it. The instant that I looked at my lamp, it lit up. Proud of myself, I shrugged the back pack off of my shoulder and opened it.
I glanced at the book covers but they weren't very interesting. The DVD covers were another story of course. Harry, Uncle Ron, and Aunt Hermione were on all of them and the actors they got to play them resembled them so much that it was freaky. After about five minutes I placed the DVDs under my bed. I had told Tove that I'd read the books first so that's what I did.
I shed off my clothes and got into my most comfortable pair of track pants, sat on my bed and started reading. I was up all night reading the first book. It was slightly entertaining and some of the things that Uncle Ron (and Uncles Fred and George too) said and did was hilarious, but other than that it was pretty much what Mom had told me.
I finished the book at six in the morning, hid it, and went to sleep. I woke up at two in the afternoon. Harry had gone to work or something. I ate a huge lunch and showered quickly, letting my messy mane fly whatever way it wanted as I went back into my room and started reading once more.
The second book was about as good as the first. I continued to laugh at my uncle's antics and I noticed that my father had started talking more, finally. I also sort of noticed that Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione were bickering more.
I finished that book around eleven and went into the dark kitchen to eat. Harry seemed to still be gone and I figured that he was on assignment or something. After eating, I went back into my room and did some push ups and sit ups, I didn't like sitting all day. I finished with some karate moves, that scared Tai so much that he ran out of the room.
I slept for four hours then went back to reading. The third book was much bigger and a hell of a lot better than the first two! The next week or so was a blur. I obviously slept and ate and relieved myself because I'm still alive, but I don't remember doing any of it. Well, I do remember going into the kitchen sometime between the sixth and seventh book to get food. It was during the day and Harry was having tea with Draco. Draco raised a skeptical eyebrow at me and commented on my greasy hair and stubble that was turning into a beard from not having shaved in a week or so.
I began to realize that Tristen and Tove weren't kidding when they said that Harry changed a few things in the story. I nearly stormed out of my room and asked Harry why he killed Sirius off in the fifth book when Sirius was quite obviously alive, but I thought better of it as my hand reached the doorknob. It didn't sound like Harry was home anyway.
The only other big bomb shell change appeared at the end of the seventh book: I wasn't born.
I finished the seventh book at midnight. I set it down next to me and fell asleep with an odd, hollow feeling in my stomach. I felt dead. I awoke around nine in the evening the next day (or at least I hope it was the next day.) I still felt like shit and I really wanted to confront Harry about why he had killed Sirius and neglected to mention that I was born.
I held the massive book limply in my hand as I shuffled down the hall and into the living room. The living room was lit only by a fire in the fire place and standing in the middle of it were Harry and my mom. They were kissing.
I dropped the book and the thud it made with the floor was so loud that both Harry and my mom jumped. One of them caused a picture frame to explode...or that could have been me, I don't know.
"Not now," was all that I could say as I stared at them in disbelief.
They were looking quickly from me to the book and back to me. Mom started inching closer, staring at the book.
"Hayden, honey, wha..." she broke off when she saw the book cover. She bent down and picked it up. She ran a hand over the cover lightly then stared at me. I didn't know whether or not she was mad. She looked more shocked. "Who gave this to you?" she asked in a nearly silent whisper. She didn't ask, 'Where did you get this?' She asked, 'Who gave this to you?'
I started backing away slowly, not hearing her. My mind kept replaying the kiss. "I'm not feeling well," I stated, plopping down in a chair and holding my head in my hands. Mom suddenly dropped the book and rushed over to me, wrapping her arms around my bare shoulders.
"Oh, honey, you're so cold!" It was then that she noticed my greasy hair and slight beard. "Haven't you been taking care of him?" she asked Harry, some of the famous Weasley anger showing in her voice and eyes.
"But..." Harry stammered.
I started crying.
"Oh, baby, it's alright," Mom comforted, sitting next to me and taking me in her arms as I rocked back and forth. She shot another deathly glare at Harry, this time taking out her wand. "Well, haven't you been watching him?" she asked a now scared looking Harry.
"But...he's seventeen. I mean...he doesn't need to be watched all the time!" Harry defended himself.
Mom was glaring daggers at him.
"You need to check in on him from time to time!" Mom yelled. "You should have known when he brought THOSE home!" She pointed to the abandoned book.
Harry looked as though he were on the verge of tears himself. No one likes my mother's wrath.
"They were in a back pack...I...I thought they were dung bombs!"
Mom pointed her wand directly at him. Harry gave me a beaten look. We both knew my mother well enough to know what she was going to do.
"Not. Good," were his last words, spoken mainly towards me as my mother turned him into a black cat. He sat still in cat form for a few minutes, taking it in. Then he gracefully jumped upon the coffee table and started hissing at my mother, clearly wanting her to turn him back. I chuckled slightly. Mom looked at me and offered a half smile.
"Come on, let's get you some food," she said, leading me into the kitchen and picking up the book on her way. Harry pranced around our feet, spitting and hissing like mad. He was ignored.
Can you hear me whining?
It's been three whole weeks,
Since I left your home,
This sudden fear has left me trembling,
'Cause now it seems that I,
Am out here on my own,
And I'm feeling so alone.
~Green Day
End Author's Note: I thought my little bring the books and movies into the story thing is a good cover up to why Sirius is still alive in this story. I didn't know what to do about it when I read OoTP but then this popped into my head and I thought that it was a good way to justify this story in more ways than one. So please don't sue me or get mad at me for suggesting that the fabulous JK Rowling didn't really think these books up. This was just a way for me to explain Sirius and to keep the plot going.