Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I do not own Harry Potter. I do not
own Harry Potter. I do not own Harry Potter. I do not own Harry Potter.
Harry Potter, after being led to Hermione Grangers house, had met her parents, had been actually drilled by her father about his relationship with Hermione, which, he admitted was a good bit more then, just 'friends'. Luckily he had worn long sleeves each time to cover his wounds, and they seemed very pleased with him so he figured he wouldn't have much trouble getting on their good side.
His big lapse in emotion came about three days before Donald and Jessica Granger went on their trip. Harry had been outside in the early morning alone and had been appreciating the view of the sun rise, which was actually clearing his mind of his morbid thoughts, when suddenly Mr. Granger's voice brought him to his senses.
"So tell me Harry, are your parents both Wizards as well?" Harry turned, saw the man behind him, then turned back and hung his head, he still blamed himself for their death, and as he had learned, memories could make a vengeful reappearance.
"My parent's are both dead... my godfather as well, yes though they were all Wizards. My Aunt and Uncle who I'm forced to live with are Muggles though. So is my cousin. W-why do you ask?" He felt ashamed, largely because he blamed himself, but also because now here he was crying, actually crying, in front of this man. Of course all Mr. Granger could see was Harry's absurd shaking, but he put two and two together anyway.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean..." Harry shook his head, and turned and walked off down the street, promising the man he would return before breakfast. Truly Harry didn't know if he'd ever return, but he figured he might. As he ran down the street trying to find privacy he found instead refuge with a group of muggles who sat listening to a very familiar song.
'You'll take my life but I'll take yours too! You fire your musket I'll run you through! So when you're waiting for the next attack, you better stand there's no turning back the bugle sounds the charge begins but on this battle field no one wins. The smell of acrid smoke and horse's breath, as I plunge on into certain death! OOOOOHH' Harry nodded to them; they were about his age and seemed to be having a morning party, though most looked dead tired. "Iron Maiden?" One particularly fired-up redheaded guy stopped his head banging as a neighbor called for the music to be turned down. "You guessed it bro." He said to Harry in an obvious American accent. 'The horse he sweats with fear, we break to run. The mighty roar of the Russian Guns. And as we race on towards the human wall. The screams of pain as my comrades fall.' "You want to join us? We're looking for some fun a mile or so from here, if you catch my drift." The boy nodded at a bag of eggs and toilet paper... suddenly Harry could not resist the urge to wreak havoc and forget his torment. 'When a Russian gets me in his sights. He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow, a burst of rounds take my horse below.
"Sure why not?" The boy turned away and began to rummage in his bag for something pulling out a small tube of hair gel and trying to tame his wild hair. "You look like you could use some too... what'd you say your name was again? I'm Shawn, but they call me the Demon King." Harry declined it and said, "Harry Potter, nice to meet you." Shawn turned and yelled to his comrades who were all gathered around taking stock of their supplies. "Yo! HEY DREW, THEO, KYLE, AND MATT GOT ROOM FOR ONE MORE?" He yelled over the end of the song which a tall lanky blonde kid restarted by pressing a button on the stereo.
The four seemed to consider this for a second then nodded and made their way over to Harry, Harry sized them up quickly. They were all quiet tall but by far the blondes were the tallest two. The shorter of the two held his hand out. "I'm Matt." He pointed too the taller and nodded. "Kyle," then to a shorter pudgy guy with brown hair, "Theo," He nodded to the last, a normal sized guy with black hair and eyes that seemed to scream 'evil!' Harry liked these guys already.
As they walked Shawn explained. "All but one us have been at the same school at one time, that one being Kyle, anyway Ted and I are music writers for an upcoming band called the Melvin, We balance out each others lyrics, though I am the main Lyricist, I sing backup if you can believe it... Ted drums. These three are our trouble making friends. Needless to say I don't try to stop them. Anyway you can call us as a whole Unusual Stealth, an inside joke between Ted and I." Harry grinned at the resemblance this was to Lupin's comment a few months ago. Harry realized with a twinge that for once he wasn't wearing long sleeves. It was only a matter of time before Shawn said, "You cut yourself bro? Hey it is none of my business but that's not the way to live man. Trust me I would know, I've seen too many people who've attempted it."
Harry shrugged and kept walking. The rest of the morning was filled with egging houses mainly and soaping some windows, they never truly got the TP out. After a bit Harry said that he would be heading back and shook hands with each of them in turn. Shawn slipped him a piece of paper. "My cell number, aye. Don't loose touch, say thankya." Ted looked over at him and nudged him with his large elbow. "Dude, how many times do I have to say this, stop reading Stephen King! Or at least stop talking like his characters it's so annoying." Harry only shrugged deciding he would call before he went to Hogwarts for perhaps another morning like this.
They parted ways and he began his jog to Hermione's house, knowing that they would still be asleep. On his way he passed the house where he had met them and heard another Iron Maiden song playing 'Sun and Steel' it was another of his favorites, Muggle music was pretty good all around. Except rap, he hated it.
Harry sat down now outside the Granger Mansion as his long forgotten torment made a return as harsh as a tropical storm. He began to mutter to himself. "You know you shouldn't be living Potter, you've caused so many deaths you yourself should be dead. Sirius... Cedric... your mom and dad, you killed them. None of them deserve to be dead and you killed them all you idiot boy." He was scared at how much he sounded like Snape as he continued to rant to himself about how unworthy he was to have life and finally having worked himself into true sadness felt that he had found his 'guts'. He snuck inside and made his was to his room where he knew his dagger would be, when he got there... his bed was occupied... by...Dobby the House-elf.
"Dobby, this is a Muggle house! You can't be here!" Harry whispered sternly. Dobby gave a determined look and said. "Master sends Dobby to stop Harry Potter Sir... Harry Potter was about to makes a grave mistakes sir. Dobby had to stop Harry Potter. Harry Potter mustn't be angry... goodnight."
Dobby snapped and to Harry, all was black. When next he woke he was lying under his covers and he wasn't alone... oh how he only wanted to be alone...Hermione sat on the edge of his bed. "Did you hear me Harry? Breakfast is done." He'd have to wait.
Harry Potter, after being led to Hermione Grangers house, had met her parents, had been actually drilled by her father about his relationship with Hermione, which, he admitted was a good bit more then, just 'friends'. Luckily he had worn long sleeves each time to cover his wounds, and they seemed very pleased with him so he figured he wouldn't have much trouble getting on their good side.
His big lapse in emotion came about three days before Donald and Jessica Granger went on their trip. Harry had been outside in the early morning alone and had been appreciating the view of the sun rise, which was actually clearing his mind of his morbid thoughts, when suddenly Mr. Granger's voice brought him to his senses.
"So tell me Harry, are your parents both Wizards as well?" Harry turned, saw the man behind him, then turned back and hung his head, he still blamed himself for their death, and as he had learned, memories could make a vengeful reappearance.
"My parent's are both dead... my godfather as well, yes though they were all Wizards. My Aunt and Uncle who I'm forced to live with are Muggles though. So is my cousin. W-why do you ask?" He felt ashamed, largely because he blamed himself, but also because now here he was crying, actually crying, in front of this man. Of course all Mr. Granger could see was Harry's absurd shaking, but he put two and two together anyway.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean..." Harry shook his head, and turned and walked off down the street, promising the man he would return before breakfast. Truly Harry didn't know if he'd ever return, but he figured he might. As he ran down the street trying to find privacy he found instead refuge with a group of muggles who sat listening to a very familiar song.
'You'll take my life but I'll take yours too! You fire your musket I'll run you through! So when you're waiting for the next attack, you better stand there's no turning back the bugle sounds the charge begins but on this battle field no one wins. The smell of acrid smoke and horse's breath, as I plunge on into certain death! OOOOOHH' Harry nodded to them; they were about his age and seemed to be having a morning party, though most looked dead tired. "Iron Maiden?" One particularly fired-up redheaded guy stopped his head banging as a neighbor called for the music to be turned down. "You guessed it bro." He said to Harry in an obvious American accent. 'The horse he sweats with fear, we break to run. The mighty roar of the Russian Guns. And as we race on towards the human wall. The screams of pain as my comrades fall.' "You want to join us? We're looking for some fun a mile or so from here, if you catch my drift." The boy nodded at a bag of eggs and toilet paper... suddenly Harry could not resist the urge to wreak havoc and forget his torment. 'When a Russian gets me in his sights. He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow, a burst of rounds take my horse below.
"Sure why not?" The boy turned away and began to rummage in his bag for something pulling out a small tube of hair gel and trying to tame his wild hair. "You look like you could use some too... what'd you say your name was again? I'm Shawn, but they call me the Demon King." Harry declined it and said, "Harry Potter, nice to meet you." Shawn turned and yelled to his comrades who were all gathered around taking stock of their supplies. "Yo! HEY DREW, THEO, KYLE, AND MATT GOT ROOM FOR ONE MORE?" He yelled over the end of the song which a tall lanky blonde kid restarted by pressing a button on the stereo.
The four seemed to consider this for a second then nodded and made their way over to Harry, Harry sized them up quickly. They were all quiet tall but by far the blondes were the tallest two. The shorter of the two held his hand out. "I'm Matt." He pointed too the taller and nodded. "Kyle," then to a shorter pudgy guy with brown hair, "Theo," He nodded to the last, a normal sized guy with black hair and eyes that seemed to scream 'evil!' Harry liked these guys already.
As they walked Shawn explained. "All but one us have been at the same school at one time, that one being Kyle, anyway Ted and I are music writers for an upcoming band called the Melvin, We balance out each others lyrics, though I am the main Lyricist, I sing backup if you can believe it... Ted drums. These three are our trouble making friends. Needless to say I don't try to stop them. Anyway you can call us as a whole Unusual Stealth, an inside joke between Ted and I." Harry grinned at the resemblance this was to Lupin's comment a few months ago. Harry realized with a twinge that for once he wasn't wearing long sleeves. It was only a matter of time before Shawn said, "You cut yourself bro? Hey it is none of my business but that's not the way to live man. Trust me I would know, I've seen too many people who've attempted it."
Harry shrugged and kept walking. The rest of the morning was filled with egging houses mainly and soaping some windows, they never truly got the TP out. After a bit Harry said that he would be heading back and shook hands with each of them in turn. Shawn slipped him a piece of paper. "My cell number, aye. Don't loose touch, say thankya." Ted looked over at him and nudged him with his large elbow. "Dude, how many times do I have to say this, stop reading Stephen King! Or at least stop talking like his characters it's so annoying." Harry only shrugged deciding he would call before he went to Hogwarts for perhaps another morning like this.
They parted ways and he began his jog to Hermione's house, knowing that they would still be asleep. On his way he passed the house where he had met them and heard another Iron Maiden song playing 'Sun and Steel' it was another of his favorites, Muggle music was pretty good all around. Except rap, he hated it.
Harry sat down now outside the Granger Mansion as his long forgotten torment made a return as harsh as a tropical storm. He began to mutter to himself. "You know you shouldn't be living Potter, you've caused so many deaths you yourself should be dead. Sirius... Cedric... your mom and dad, you killed them. None of them deserve to be dead and you killed them all you idiot boy." He was scared at how much he sounded like Snape as he continued to rant to himself about how unworthy he was to have life and finally having worked himself into true sadness felt that he had found his 'guts'. He snuck inside and made his was to his room where he knew his dagger would be, when he got there... his bed was occupied... by...Dobby the House-elf.
"Dobby, this is a Muggle house! You can't be here!" Harry whispered sternly. Dobby gave a determined look and said. "Master sends Dobby to stop Harry Potter Sir... Harry Potter was about to makes a grave mistakes sir. Dobby had to stop Harry Potter. Harry Potter mustn't be angry... goodnight."
Dobby snapped and to Harry, all was black. When next he woke he was lying under his covers and he wasn't alone... oh how he only wanted to be alone...Hermione sat on the edge of his bed. "Did you hear me Harry? Breakfast is done." He'd have to wait.