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A/N: Well, this is indeed chapter 3. I hope you enjoy it, and if you don't, well, what are you going to do, flame me? Well too bad! I'm already on fire! I'm on fire? Shiiiiit!
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After an annoying, long, and pitiful explanation of Hogwarts and magic, after falling over his robes fifteen times, and after getting yelled at by McGonagol five times, Alex and myself finally managed to get up to the Gryffindor Dormitory.
Of course, by the time we got there, everyone else was already there. So, holding a very disgruntled Alex's hand, we walked in the Gryffindor Common Room.
Ron turned to see who was coming in. "Hey, Harry! This parenting thing isn't hard at all, is it?" Ron asked me. I looked at him. I think the bruise on my face from when I tripped down the stairs was proof enough. Though at least that got Alex to laugh.
Two seconds after Ron arrived, his little bundle of joy walked up to us. "Hello!"
I smiled tightly at the little boy. Alex just ignored him. I looked down at Alex. "Aren't you going to say hi?"
He looked at me as if I was crazy. HA! Me? Crazy? Who would ever think that? "Okay then, do you want to see my room?"
He nodded hesitantly. Finally, something that would interest the kid. I didn't have to grab his hand, considering I never let go of it. Do you know how much trouble I could get in for losing him? We'll just say a lot.
We walked up the stairs, and I brought him into the 6th year's room. He looked around. "Where's your bed?" he asked.
I pulled him over to the last bed and sat down, and finally let go of his hand. "Right here."
"Oh."
We sat in silence for a while. I was waiting for him to say something, anything!
"Umm....what's that?" he asked hesitantly, pointing to the poster above Ron's bed of the Cannons. I smiled. Yes! I could talk about quittach. "Well, that's a quittach team called the Cannons...I suppose you don't know what quittach is so...I will explain I guess. Quittach is a sport. There are seven players on each team. Three chasers. Two beaters. One keeper. And one seeker. The chasers try to get the quaffle, a small red ball, through one of those three hoops, while the keepers try to block the balls. Almost like soccer, except on broomsticks. The beaters are flying around with bats trying to hit bluggers, brown hard balls, at the other team members. And the seeker has to catch the golden snitch, a small ball that flies around, and is very hard to find. Once the seeker catches the snitch, the team is awarded 150 points and the game is over."
His eyes were wide when I finished. "Wow..."
My eyes were also shiny. "Yeah it's great!"
He turned his big blue eyes and looked at me. "Do you play?"
I, without realizing it stuck out my chest proudly. "I play quittach for my house team, Gryffindor."
He looked at me. I think he was sizing me up. What a cute four year old! Evil, but cute. "What position do you play?"
I smiled. "Seeker."
He frowned. "Oh."
I smiled at him. Then something clicked! The clothes I got him! I should show him! That'll cheer him up! "Oh, I have something to show you, stay right here."
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Quittach seemed like a fun game! I sighed mentally. I really wish I could play it. But I'm a 'mongle' or 'mungle' or whatever he said. Not a wizard like him. I wish I could be a wizard. Then I could curse all the people that bully me.
"Do you play?" I asked honestly interested. He seemed like he liked the game a whole lot. Though I must admit it did sound fun. I watched as he stuck out his chest. I almost laughed. He looked funny like that.
"I play quittach for my house team Gryffindor."
I squinted. Though he was a lot bigger than me, but he didn't look big at all compared to his redheaded friend. "What position do you play?" I asked.
He smiled at me. God, he smiles a lot! This has got to be the most I talked in a long long long time. "Seeker."
I frowned. Seeker? "Oh."
He smiled again. And then his eyes got wide like he just realized something. "Oh, I have something to show you, stay right here."
And with that he went into the closet that was in the room and started digging. Yikes, that closet looked messy. "A-ha!" he cried. I guess he found what he was looking for. He pulled out a couple of bags.
By now I was extremely curious. What did he want to show me?
He grabbed the bags and sat on the bed again. He also grabbed me and sat me on the bed. I pouted at him. I could have climbed up on the bed. He must have seen my expression because he laughed.
"Okay, me and my friend, you know Ron, that you met downstairs. Well anyways we went into a small town yesterday and I bought you some clothes!"
Clothes? No one had ever really bought me something before. It made me feel, sorta, well, good. He dumped the clothes out of the two bags. He pulled out a couple of blue, green, and silver shirts. He also pulled out some jeans, and those funny things they wear. All the clothes looked a little big, but still someone had actually bought me something.
It was then that I decided that Harry was not a bully, or a crazy insane person, while maybe a little bit of that. But, back to the point, that was when I decided that Harry was going to be my Harry. Only my Harry. No one else's. I flashed Harry a huge grin. He looked surprised but smiled.
"Thanks."
I think that word said enough. "Yeah, no problem little guy, I have some more."
He then pulled out a green turtle neck, and a navy colored sweatshirt. And he pulled out a red shirt with little golden things on it. And then he brought out a small red hat that had 'Gryffindor' in shiny gold letters.
I liked the hat, it was shiny! He must have seen me looking at it, because he picked it up and put it on my head, so the thing that stuck out was to the side.
I blushed. This might actually be kinda fun...except for the fact that the old guy in the Great Hall said it was only going to be two weeks. I guess if I'm actually going to be spoiled, I better make the best of it while it lasts.
I looked up at Harry to find him red in the face. "Umm...do you...umm...have any underwear?"
I blushed too. I wondered if he or I was redder. I hesitantly replied. "I only have what I'm wearing."
I looked down at my gray orphanage uniform. The orphanage wasn't a bad place, per se, but the kids there were mostly mean. And I got picked on for being quite and skinny.
"Oh."
I looked back up at him when he spoke. "Well, I bough you some...boxers, if you need any kid, so, umm, yeah, I'll get them."
He went back to the closet and pulled out some boxers that looked like they would fit. They had broomsticks on them. He quickly set them on the bed.
"So..." Harry started, "do you want to pick out some clothes, and I can help you take a bath?"
I didn't really need help with my bath anymore, but Harry didn't seem like he would talk no for an answer. 'He probably doesn't want me to drown,' I mused.
I was about to agree when my stomach growled. I looked down, kind of embarrassed. He laughed. "You need something to eat little man?" he asked.
"I didn't have dinner..."
He smiled. "No dinner! What a scandal, come on we'll sneak into the kitchens!" he said in an over exaggerated voice. I laughed.
Geezz. This must be a record for me. I hardly ever laugh. No one to laugh with. But now I got Harry. For two weeks at least...
He scooped me up and we walked down the stairs into the Common Room and out the portrait.
Now normally, I would complain, but this was actually rather fun, and I giggled almost the whole way there.
Once we were there we went into the kitchens, and I met my first house elf.
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I smiled when Alex saw Dobby and immediately hid behind me. The little guy was a nice kid once you got on his good side. His attitude totally changed when I gave him those clothes. I felt horrible when I realized he probably never got any presents. Poor little guy.
I turned my attention back to Dobby. "Hi Dobby!"
I won't even bother to tell you what happened after that. Basically the old house elf spoiled me rotten, and did the same for Alex. Once Alex had eaten a proper dinner, we headed back out into the hall.
After introducing Alex to a couple of portraits, we headed back to my room.
"I think you're ready for your bath now." I said in a voice full of humor. Let me explain, he had spaghetti for dinner. And it was everywhere.
Alex smiled up at me. But unfortunately the bathroom was already taken by Ron, who by the sounds of it was getting soaked.
And it was then when I realized I forgot to get Alex pjs! I quickly found some in my truck. I shrunk them down so they were his size.
Alex, to put it lightly was amazed my magic.
Eventually a soaked Ron and Ryan came out of the bathroom. Alex and I seized our chance and went in the bathroom.
Of course Ron left it wet and I slipped on my ass. This promptly led Alex to laughing.
I smiled, at him and tackle him to the ground. He shrieked with laughter. Once I had him down I was tickling him like crazy. Let's just say his laughter is very loud and high pitched. It was a cute voice. A couple of my dorm mates and their 'kids' looked in on us strangely.
After a while, when I got him to say 'uncle', I got him in the bath. Once in there, I helped him wash himself, and his hair. And it was then when he decided to splash me straight in the face.
I looked at him, who was laughing his head off. "This means war you know." I said in a serious voice, which only made him laugh more.
And that's how the water war began. And when it ended, I can honestly say, that I lost. That little squirt beat me.
When we got out of the bathroom, Alex was dry and in a fresh pair of pjs. While I was soaked to the skin in my school uniform.
Thank God, everyone was already asleep. Oh Geezz, it must be late! "Time for bed!"
He groaned. I smiled at him. I really didn't know where he was going to sleep, so I looked around and discovered that all the guy's 'kids' were sleeping in cots by their beds.
I quickly conquered a cot. And set it up with fluffy blankets and pillows. He groaned again and lay down.
Figuring he would go to sleep, I striped to my boxers and climbed into bed.
I was almost asleep when I felt a small weight on my bed. I turned around to look drowsily at Alex. "Whassa matta?"
There was a long pause. "I'm afraid of the dark."
I looked at him. He looked ashamed. I rolled over to give him room in my bed. He flashed me a tired smile and slid into my bed next to me. "Thanks Harry."
"Don't mention it little man." I replied.
"Good night."
"Don't let the bed bugs bite Alexander."
He snuggled into my chest. "You can call me Alex."
Soon after that we fell asleep.
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A/N: Good news, bad news. Good News: Chapter 3 is done. Bad News: I think my fingers are going to fall off. Well, they are only fingers, right?
Megz2: Thanks! Glad you liked it! I just wanted an original story, you know? But people these days think of good plots before I do, lol! Anyways I hope you enjoy this chapter!
A/N: Well, this is indeed chapter 3. I hope you enjoy it, and if you don't, well, what are you going to do, flame me? Well too bad! I'm already on fire! I'm on fire? Shiiiiit!
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After an annoying, long, and pitiful explanation of Hogwarts and magic, after falling over his robes fifteen times, and after getting yelled at by McGonagol five times, Alex and myself finally managed to get up to the Gryffindor Dormitory.
Of course, by the time we got there, everyone else was already there. So, holding a very disgruntled Alex's hand, we walked in the Gryffindor Common Room.
Ron turned to see who was coming in. "Hey, Harry! This parenting thing isn't hard at all, is it?" Ron asked me. I looked at him. I think the bruise on my face from when I tripped down the stairs was proof enough. Though at least that got Alex to laugh.
Two seconds after Ron arrived, his little bundle of joy walked up to us. "Hello!"
I smiled tightly at the little boy. Alex just ignored him. I looked down at Alex. "Aren't you going to say hi?"
He looked at me as if I was crazy. HA! Me? Crazy? Who would ever think that? "Okay then, do you want to see my room?"
He nodded hesitantly. Finally, something that would interest the kid. I didn't have to grab his hand, considering I never let go of it. Do you know how much trouble I could get in for losing him? We'll just say a lot.
We walked up the stairs, and I brought him into the 6th year's room. He looked around. "Where's your bed?" he asked.
I pulled him over to the last bed and sat down, and finally let go of his hand. "Right here."
"Oh."
We sat in silence for a while. I was waiting for him to say something, anything!
"Umm....what's that?" he asked hesitantly, pointing to the poster above Ron's bed of the Cannons. I smiled. Yes! I could talk about quittach. "Well, that's a quittach team called the Cannons...I suppose you don't know what quittach is so...I will explain I guess. Quittach is a sport. There are seven players on each team. Three chasers. Two beaters. One keeper. And one seeker. The chasers try to get the quaffle, a small red ball, through one of those three hoops, while the keepers try to block the balls. Almost like soccer, except on broomsticks. The beaters are flying around with bats trying to hit bluggers, brown hard balls, at the other team members. And the seeker has to catch the golden snitch, a small ball that flies around, and is very hard to find. Once the seeker catches the snitch, the team is awarded 150 points and the game is over."
His eyes were wide when I finished. "Wow..."
My eyes were also shiny. "Yeah it's great!"
He turned his big blue eyes and looked at me. "Do you play?"
I, without realizing it stuck out my chest proudly. "I play quittach for my house team, Gryffindor."
He looked at me. I think he was sizing me up. What a cute four year old! Evil, but cute. "What position do you play?"
I smiled. "Seeker."
He frowned. "Oh."
I smiled at him. Then something clicked! The clothes I got him! I should show him! That'll cheer him up! "Oh, I have something to show you, stay right here."
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Quittach seemed like a fun game! I sighed mentally. I really wish I could play it. But I'm a 'mongle' or 'mungle' or whatever he said. Not a wizard like him. I wish I could be a wizard. Then I could curse all the people that bully me.
"Do you play?" I asked honestly interested. He seemed like he liked the game a whole lot. Though I must admit it did sound fun. I watched as he stuck out his chest. I almost laughed. He looked funny like that.
"I play quittach for my house team Gryffindor."
I squinted. Though he was a lot bigger than me, but he didn't look big at all compared to his redheaded friend. "What position do you play?" I asked.
He smiled at me. God, he smiles a lot! This has got to be the most I talked in a long long long time. "Seeker."
I frowned. Seeker? "Oh."
He smiled again. And then his eyes got wide like he just realized something. "Oh, I have something to show you, stay right here."
And with that he went into the closet that was in the room and started digging. Yikes, that closet looked messy. "A-ha!" he cried. I guess he found what he was looking for. He pulled out a couple of bags.
By now I was extremely curious. What did he want to show me?
He grabbed the bags and sat on the bed again. He also grabbed me and sat me on the bed. I pouted at him. I could have climbed up on the bed. He must have seen my expression because he laughed.
"Okay, me and my friend, you know Ron, that you met downstairs. Well anyways we went into a small town yesterday and I bought you some clothes!"
Clothes? No one had ever really bought me something before. It made me feel, sorta, well, good. He dumped the clothes out of the two bags. He pulled out a couple of blue, green, and silver shirts. He also pulled out some jeans, and those funny things they wear. All the clothes looked a little big, but still someone had actually bought me something.
It was then that I decided that Harry was not a bully, or a crazy insane person, while maybe a little bit of that. But, back to the point, that was when I decided that Harry was going to be my Harry. Only my Harry. No one else's. I flashed Harry a huge grin. He looked surprised but smiled.
"Thanks."
I think that word said enough. "Yeah, no problem little guy, I have some more."
He then pulled out a green turtle neck, and a navy colored sweatshirt. And he pulled out a red shirt with little golden things on it. And then he brought out a small red hat that had 'Gryffindor' in shiny gold letters.
I liked the hat, it was shiny! He must have seen me looking at it, because he picked it up and put it on my head, so the thing that stuck out was to the side.
I blushed. This might actually be kinda fun...except for the fact that the old guy in the Great Hall said it was only going to be two weeks. I guess if I'm actually going to be spoiled, I better make the best of it while it lasts.
I looked up at Harry to find him red in the face. "Umm...do you...umm...have any underwear?"
I blushed too. I wondered if he or I was redder. I hesitantly replied. "I only have what I'm wearing."
I looked down at my gray orphanage uniform. The orphanage wasn't a bad place, per se, but the kids there were mostly mean. And I got picked on for being quite and skinny.
"Oh."
I looked back up at him when he spoke. "Well, I bough you some...boxers, if you need any kid, so, umm, yeah, I'll get them."
He went back to the closet and pulled out some boxers that looked like they would fit. They had broomsticks on them. He quickly set them on the bed.
"So..." Harry started, "do you want to pick out some clothes, and I can help you take a bath?"
I didn't really need help with my bath anymore, but Harry didn't seem like he would talk no for an answer. 'He probably doesn't want me to drown,' I mused.
I was about to agree when my stomach growled. I looked down, kind of embarrassed. He laughed. "You need something to eat little man?" he asked.
"I didn't have dinner..."
He smiled. "No dinner! What a scandal, come on we'll sneak into the kitchens!" he said in an over exaggerated voice. I laughed.
Geezz. This must be a record for me. I hardly ever laugh. No one to laugh with. But now I got Harry. For two weeks at least...
He scooped me up and we walked down the stairs into the Common Room and out the portrait.
Now normally, I would complain, but this was actually rather fun, and I giggled almost the whole way there.
Once we were there we went into the kitchens, and I met my first house elf.
**********
I smiled when Alex saw Dobby and immediately hid behind me. The little guy was a nice kid once you got on his good side. His attitude totally changed when I gave him those clothes. I felt horrible when I realized he probably never got any presents. Poor little guy.
I turned my attention back to Dobby. "Hi Dobby!"
I won't even bother to tell you what happened after that. Basically the old house elf spoiled me rotten, and did the same for Alex. Once Alex had eaten a proper dinner, we headed back out into the hall.
After introducing Alex to a couple of portraits, we headed back to my room.
"I think you're ready for your bath now." I said in a voice full of humor. Let me explain, he had spaghetti for dinner. And it was everywhere.
Alex smiled up at me. But unfortunately the bathroom was already taken by Ron, who by the sounds of it was getting soaked.
And it was then when I realized I forgot to get Alex pjs! I quickly found some in my truck. I shrunk them down so they were his size.
Alex, to put it lightly was amazed my magic.
Eventually a soaked Ron and Ryan came out of the bathroom. Alex and I seized our chance and went in the bathroom.
Of course Ron left it wet and I slipped on my ass. This promptly led Alex to laughing.
I smiled, at him and tackle him to the ground. He shrieked with laughter. Once I had him down I was tickling him like crazy. Let's just say his laughter is very loud and high pitched. It was a cute voice. A couple of my dorm mates and their 'kids' looked in on us strangely.
After a while, when I got him to say 'uncle', I got him in the bath. Once in there, I helped him wash himself, and his hair. And it was then when he decided to splash me straight in the face.
I looked at him, who was laughing his head off. "This means war you know." I said in a serious voice, which only made him laugh more.
And that's how the water war began. And when it ended, I can honestly say, that I lost. That little squirt beat me.
When we got out of the bathroom, Alex was dry and in a fresh pair of pjs. While I was soaked to the skin in my school uniform.
Thank God, everyone was already asleep. Oh Geezz, it must be late! "Time for bed!"
He groaned. I smiled at him. I really didn't know where he was going to sleep, so I looked around and discovered that all the guy's 'kids' were sleeping in cots by their beds.
I quickly conquered a cot. And set it up with fluffy blankets and pillows. He groaned again and lay down.
Figuring he would go to sleep, I striped to my boxers and climbed into bed.
I was almost asleep when I felt a small weight on my bed. I turned around to look drowsily at Alex. "Whassa matta?"
There was a long pause. "I'm afraid of the dark."
I looked at him. He looked ashamed. I rolled over to give him room in my bed. He flashed me a tired smile and slid into my bed next to me. "Thanks Harry."
"Don't mention it little man." I replied.
"Good night."
"Don't let the bed bugs bite Alexander."
He snuggled into my chest. "You can call me Alex."
Soon after that we fell asleep.
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A/N: Good news, bad news. Good News: Chapter 3 is done. Bad News: I think my fingers are going to fall off. Well, they are only fingers, right?
Megz2: Thanks! Glad you liked it! I just wanted an original story, you know? But people these days think of good plots before I do, lol! Anyways I hope you enjoy this chapter!
