Hullo,

Alright people, this is the first part of a VERY important event in young Harry's life. Try to be supportive and not flame me. Speaking of which...

Have I mentioned you guys should review? I thought I did...it must've slipped my mind. Because why else would there NOT BE ANY BLEEDIN' REVIEWS? ::clears throat and composes himself:: Ok then. Enjoy the chapter you freeloaders ::walks off and broods::

"Heeeeeeeeey YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA."

Snape groaned as Professor Dumbledore rubbed at a spot in the corner of his eye. McGonagal looked out the window clutching onto the armrest as Tonks sang along with Harry.

Lupin looked over from his deep-rooted position in the passenger's seat, eyeing a merrily crooning Harry and a perky peacock leaning forward so much she was practically into the front seat.

"Tonks, don't encourage him please," The werewolf complained, feeling his nerves about to snap.

"Oh, calm down, Remus. You're about as sour as Severus over there," The woman shot back, reaching over Harry's shoulder to change the station on the radio." Fabulous device, isn't it? What'll Muggles think of next!"

"Hey, I was listening to that," Harry pouted, quickly flipping back to his channel." My car, my power over the radio."

"Well, that's just nonsense. It was just because no one else HAD a car that you're the one with the power. Its all relative," Tonks replied, pink and blue eyebrows raised.

"Just, hush...My migraine's coming back," Lupin mumbled, massaging out a huge nail sensation out of his temples.

"Geez, Lupin. Loosen up," Harry said, guiding the Volvo into a thicker patch of clouds as their prior bunch had thinned out.

"I can't. Not with the way YOU drive," The tawny-haired bookworm replied, kneading the smooth seatbelt between his fist.

"Oh please, I'm a splendid driver. Aren't I Snape?" Harry said with a smile.

The Potions Master refused to answer, and instead cloaked his face with dangling locks of black hair.

"See? They're all comatose!" Lupin almost shouted, shifting his weight on the suede seat cover.

"Nonsense. They're just tired. We've been traveling nonstop for the past week, I'm a bit drowsy too," Harry retorted, moving a hand from the wheel and setting it on his knee.

Lupin quickly reached over and grabbed the steering wheel, as if his hand would make the car fly smoother than before. Harry frowned and hastily shooed Lupin's hand away.

"Honestly, you're worse than Mrs. Weasley. If you want scary driving, go talk to Ed on the Knight Bus," Harry spoke, rather indignant.

The older wizards said nothing more and just silently prayed they reached Miami soon.

A week had past since the Order had first set off on their road trip, hitting most large Muggle cities in the North East. New York was an especially intriguing spot.

It wasn't too hard finding wizards and witches there, it was almost ridiculously easy. They were practically walking around wearing big name tags that said "Hi! I know magic!"

None of the Muggles even noticed, which was particularly odd. Either they were too busy to notice or they didn't really care. Either way, they had gotten loads of new allies from New York, all more than happy to join the fight against Voldemort.

Salem was also an interesting town. Descendants of the original Salem Witches still existed there and resided most contently in both the town and on the outskirts.

The Salem Witches' Institute was more than Harry had expected, especially the girls.

Never before had he seen American girls before and the more he saw, the more he liked.

And vise-versa. One had even given Harry her name and told him to keep in contact when he returned to England. By now, he had a whole pocket in his rucksack devoted to girls' names, addresses and love notes. It was positively intoxicating. Had he known how absolutely taken most American girls were with English boys, he would've moved here LONG ago.

Lupin seemed to disapprove of the whole thing of course.

They had just finished Atlanta and now were on their way to Miami, Florida. Another thing Harry noticed about the States, other than their peculiar names, was the vast difference from the North to the South. In the north, he had felt he had stepped into an alternate universe containing in it a Britain all its own, snapped off and adhesived to the North East of America. Although their accents were nothing like at home, they behaved more or less the same, though New York was something all its own, as if it hadn't gotten the note saying it was originally colonized by Britain.

Now as he was flying over the coastline of Florida, he confirmed the huge variety America had to offer. Once a similar weather to home up north, now warm and rather sunny further south. Had he known, he would've brought shorts and perhaps some sunglasses, not that shades upon spectacles was anything close to cool-looking.

"My stomach rumbled," Tonks proclaimed from the backseat.

"Do we need to know every time your body does something?" Snape grunted, getting elbowed in the side as Tonks started to move around." And would you settle down!"

Tonks peered up at him from behind a few strands of pink and orange hair," My bum is asleep. I have to wake it."

"Harry, please find a suitable place to land so we may stretch out," Dumbledore said, moving aside his great blue floppy hat before Tonks wiggled onto it.

"Alright sir. We're nearly there, we can stop in Orlando and drive the rest of the way regularly," Harry replied, switching the station once again.

"Do hurry, my legs are about to be permanently cramped up," McGonagal pleaded, rubbing out a pulled muscle in her calf.

"Ok," Harry answered before shifting the clutch several times as he accelerated through the clouds.

Finally landing on six, Harry stepped hard on the gas and grinned as the car gave a leap then zoomed off , slicing through the sky and puffy clouds as if they were water.

"Harry, I-I think you should-you should slow down," Lupin commented nervously, gripping tighter and tighter onto his seatbelt.

"Aw, c'mon Lupin...Its almost like Quidditch," Harry smiled, swerving to the right quickly to avoid a passing duck.

Lupin gave a yelp as Tonks yelled," WOO! Get that fat one, Harry! Twenty points!"

Harry chuckled, doing a dangerous game of chicken with an oncoming flock of ducks. They whirled hurriedly out of the way, squawking angrily back at the pompous Volvo.

"Harry!" Lupin shouted, bracing himself as the car started to zig-zag through even more migrating birds.

"Yeah?" He inquired over the others' screams and shouts of terror.

"STOP!"

Harry lifted his foot off the gas and with a flop-flop of the stomach, the car started to slowly plummet down.

The adults were into a furious fit of shrieking as Lupin desperately tried to gain control of the spiraling car.

"HARRY! "

"BLOODY HELL!"

"WATCH OUT!"

" FECKIN' POTTER!"

Almost as suddenly as it started, Harry rammed his foot down upon the pedal and the silver car whirled before it set down on the black pavement, racing along as if it never once belonged to the sky.

Harry was grinning and Tonks was wriggling in her seat excitedly, while the others were trying to keep their lunches inside their stomachs.

"Harry...You-You do that again and-and I'll kill you MYSELF," Lupin sputtered, clutching his side.

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Harry shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans and peered about the bustling street. Teenagers were absolutely everywhere on this strip. The Order had, of course, bestowed this particular street to him to recruit alone, no doubt to punish him for his driving trick earlier that day.

It was very difficult to discern between the Muggle teens and the wizard ones. All of them were wearing Muggle clothes and no sign of magic was to be seen anywhere. Why Dumbledore had instructed him to take on this section was beyond his comprehension, but alas, he had to do his duty. So, with a heavy sigh, Harry pushed himself from the door of his car and started to wander down the long street.

The sight itself was worth it if he never came upon a single wizard. Never before had he seen a road so packed and full of people walking, talking and laughing. Even Diagon Alley wasn't a match for the hustle and bustle of this Miami hotspot. There were many dance clubs located on this strip apparently, each emitting its own loud thumping music to filter out from their open doors and congregate in the air to form one audible blur of noise.

Harry quickly sidestepped to avoid collision with several drunk adolescents, one of which had assumed he was checking out one of the girls. He hastened his pace.

Seeing as no one was about to just walk right up to him and introduce themselves as a witch or wizard, Harry figured he had only one choice: Go into each and every club and restaurant and start asking around. He dreaded talking to these people. For some reason, they seemed MUCH more intimidating when he was on his own than when he was with the Order. And he'd never had to go out at night alone either, especially in such a crowded area. Harry couldn't help the rush of nervousness as he walked past a group of rather mean looking teens, all of which were perched atop extremely nice cars. He took a spot at the end of a queue in front of the first club he came across and found himself listening in on the mean-looking groups' conversation.

"NO, Marty, don't give me that shit. You put up fair money and you LOST just as fairly," The biggest of the thugs growled into a cell.

"I don't know why you put up with that loser," A girl at his side snipped, latching her hand around his arm.

"Come on, just send the Dogs after him and be done with it," A surly looking fellow suggested and settled himself on top of the hood of a ostentatious vehicle adorned in bright oranges and yellows.

The 1st guy held his hand up to the chorus of agreements and listened intently to the speaker, obviously Marty, on the other end of the phone," Yeah...Yeah....Well, if you didn't intend on giving him the money, why did you agree to it?...Uh-huh.....Well, now, that's your own fault Marty.....No...No--I don't CARE what he did to your garage...No, I don't care...Well, you deserve to have fucked up little beavers destroying your place....Yes, you do...I don't care if they look deformed...."

Harry couldn't help but have his interest perk at the sound of the conversation. Deformed beavers, hmm? Destroying Marty's garage? Sounded a lot like Nifflers from the clues. So, apparently whoever Marty had made some sort of deal with had set Nifflers loose in his garage, in turn having to be a wizard...If only he could get more information than that.

"Hey buddy, you going in or what?"

Harry blinked and noticed the line had shrunk several feet in front of him. Much to his disappointment, he was forced to move away from the group and the whole deal with Marty. He was actually curious how Marty would fair out and what they made a deal on that had gotten a wizard so irked, he found it necessary to set a pack of Nifflers on an unsuspecting Muggle. Apparently, the laws in the States about harassing Muggles weren't as closely checked as in England.

The last snatch of the conversation he managed to catch before getting completely out of earshot was ," Well, he's coming to Raze tonight. I'll speak to him about it..."

Harry had just handed over the appropriate amount of American money (he hoped) and was ushered inside by a rather hefty bouncer. Pulling out his magically created fake ID, he flashed it to the next bouncer sitting upon a stool who stamped his hand and growled," Hopping?"

Harry frowned," Pardon?"

The man rolled his eyes and wrapped a bright green band around his wrist and waved him off. Harry tugged curiously at the band, seeing it was only brightly colored paper that said '1/2 Off Drinks All Night Long: Raze, Harley's, Jade and Boxum'.

Looking up, he noticed various other people with the same wristband as his, most of them staking out the bar. He assumed all the names listed after the advertisement were of the popular clubs of the strip. With a sigh, he wandered through the thick crowd, immediately becoming rather heady with the fumes of the masses of perfumes, colognes, after-shaves and sweat. It certainly made Harry a bit queasy. Deciding it was best he stay immobile so he could observe everyone and try to tell from their mannerisms if they were wizards or not, Harry found an empty stool at the bar and sat down.

It was a lot harder to weed out the wizards than he originally thought. The lights were flickering on and off and the crazy techno music seemed to cause all the people dancing to act more unusual than they normally would. More than once Harry thought a few swirls of neon lights coming from a girl's hair was a Fairy Light Charm, but instead discovered they were simply glow-in-the-dark bracelets. Extremely discouraged and on the verge of leaving, Harry got up and found himself almost smacking right into the group of flashy car drivers he had overheard talking outside. Quickly, he took his seat and strained to catch what bits of speech he could make out through the ridiculously loud music.

"....But it wasn't necessary.."

"I don't care......Deserved what was coming to...."

" You need to control that on.....Raze....."

Harry dared a peek and saw the receding head of a rather tall, lean teenager amidst the outrageously dressed group of young adults.

As hastily as he could manage without looking like he was stalking , Harry slid off his stool and followed after them.

Before long, they had entered another club. Harry peered up and saw a huge sign flashing in deep pink letters 'Raze'.

Much to his dismay, the bouncer had let the group in without hesitation when they approached him, making it impossible for Harry to pursue them immediately. He knew he had to keep them within his sight. Where there's one wizard, there's bound to be more. And who knew how big this club would be.

Sneaking into a nearby alleyway besides Raze, Harry dove his hand into his rucksack and pulled out his Invisibility Cloak. With a smirk, he threw it over himself and crept back to the sidewalk.

"And Snape thought it was useless to bring this along..." He muttered quietly, then stepped out and made his way back to the front door.

As quickly as possible, Harry slipped in behind a pair of scantily clothed girls as they walked inside the club. Harry had to keep from stumbling over himself at the shocking sight of the interior.

There were no more than fifty people inside, most of whom were on the wooden dance floor beneath a revolving ball of shattered crimson light. The whole room glowed red, making the numerous palm trees all along the walls look strangely dead and gangly. There was a DJ instead of overhead music and mostly everyone seemed to be several shades darker than everyone else out on the street.

Carefully picking his way through the crowds, he slid his cloak off of him and tucked it back into his pack as he made his way along the perimeter of the room. It didn't take long to find the group and the wizard.

They were obviously very popular people, occupying a few of the establishment's various wine plush sofas and circular tables. Drinks littered the tabletop already as a steady stream of admirers came and went. Harry edged over, placing himself behind a strategically put palm tree.

"So, where's Bianca?" A husky voice inquired

"Who cares?" An oddly calm but familiar male voice replied.

"Awwww. Trouble in paradise?" A woman chirruped.

"Bite me barky." The calm voice snapped.

"Play nice you two." The first voice stated, not sounding at all like he wanted them to oblige.

" Where do you pick up these girls, man? Cause they keep getting smuttier and smuttier." The second male asked.

"EXCUSE ME!?" A girl screeched.

"What?" the guy asked innocently.

"Did you just call me smutty?!" She screamed.

"So what if I did?" He said, a firm tone of challenge mixed in perfectly with innocence.

" You BEST watch your mouth little boy. I don't take kindly to young wanna-bes trashing my-" She started to bark.

" Shut up. Moon, go and mingle, I'll get you your money by tomorrow morning." The husky man said.

Harry watched as the teenager named Moon walked off and left behind him the quarreling couple. Slinking through the crowd once more, Harry tailed the wizard, finding it difficult to keep an eye on his bouncing dark head. With a gasp, Harry dived into a group dancing, having seen the wizard turn and peer about him.

How stupid are you? Harry growled to himself after giving apologetic looks to the dancers he had crashed into. He's a wizard and you're SUPPOSED to be recruiting wizards.

With a sigh he turned and spotted his target dancing amidst 3 very good-looking girls. A rather bass-heavy song was playing now that seemed to make the entire room vibrate with the tune. Harry moved over and sunk deeply in an empty plush chair. This recruiting thing was turning out to be more tiring than he originally anticipated. And he had only discovered ONE wizard. And he wasn't even sure this guy knew who Voldemort was, let alone gave a damn about him. It was all so exhausting. Deciding on a break, Harry ordered a soda and watched his only wizard dance with the girls. Harry rose his eyebrows at the guy. He had to admit, the teenager knew how to dance, and VERY very well at that. He was moving in ways Harry didn't think were possibly of a male. Dipping down so low, so long , Harry was convinced he'd just collapse on the ground from lack of blood to his legs. The guy moved snakelike with the three girls, somehow managing to dance with each three equally, making it seem it was just part of the way he moved.

It was almost like watching one of those music videos Harry had seen when he had managed to catch a bit of TV over the summer. Professional, somehow this guy HAD to be a professional. In any case, Harry was so deep in thought about comparing the young wizard to the bits of MTV he'd caught, he didn't even realize when he had started watching nothing. His heart leapt into his throat as he scolded himself for letting his thoughts wander. Harry quickly grabbed his bag and searched for the guy.

Twenty minutes later proved his search fruitless. So, after covering himself with his cloak once more, he exited the club. He half hoped the wizard had simply grown bored of all the rap of Raze and joined another club instead. Harry didn't need to ponder long about what he was going to do next, for he saw his answer sitting atop the hood of a deep blue car structured just as flashily as the others. His face was hidden mostly in shadows, his spot somehow managing to find the only place where no light from the lampposts, restaurants and club signs reached. A spark of something ignited a short white stick and Harry realized he had lit a cigarette.

"Great, he smokes...I think he's more Muggle than anything.." Harry mumbled, slowly approaching the relaxed wizard.

It didn't take long for the young man upon the car to notice someone walking with intent to talk to him. He sighed and shifted his weight, stretching out long, jean-clad legs and leaning back on one palm. His dark olive green t- shirt clung slightly to his form as he peered out the opposite direction of the oncoming person.

"Can I borrow a fag?"

The boy looked over, intrigued at the English accent and pulled his pack from his back pocket. Extending it out, he shook it till a few cigarettes peeked from the red box. The person, now lightened enough to be distinguished as a teenage boy with exceptionally unruly hair, plucked one of the smokes from its pack and stepped back.

Harry gazed down at the stick in his hand, not exactly keen on actually smoking it. He wasn't about to scorch his lungs just to fill up space. He needed to get down to business.

"So, I, uh, heard Marty owes you a lot of money..."

Brilliant, Potter. Now he's going to be suspicious. But the boy merely chuckled.

"Yeah, arrogant ass. Thinking I wouldn't notice that his payment hadn't arrived with the others." He said, taking a long drag from the dwindling cig.

" How much was it anyway?" Harry dared to ask, knowing his tactic for mutual conversation was much more dangerous than straight forwardly asking' Are you a wizard? Want to join the Order?'

"Five hundred. Not much, of course, but its not like I have any to begin with," The boy replied, looking nonchalantly up at the sky.

Harry nodded a bit, not entirely sure how much five hundred exactly was. But obviously, it wasn't much." Money's money....So, why exactly did Marty skip out?"

"Beats me. Probably ashamed he lost to a seventeen year old," He answered, taking another long inhale.

"Lost?" Harry couldn't help but ask.

"Yeah, lost...Oh, don't tell me you're one of those who think HE won? Damn. I'm telling ya, I was at least a good foot in front of him and I crossed the finish line WAY before he did...It was a clean win, any idiot could've seen that," The boy retorted, flicking aside the butt of his cig.

Harry frowned, rolling the cigarette around between his fingers. Crossed the finish line? So, it was a race then...What was this wizard racing in?

As if someone had walked up and knocked hard on Harry's skull, it dawned on him. Taking a step to his left, it brought the side of the car into full view. Scrawled across the single door was a stream of stars shooting from the rim of the tire. All over the entire car were stars as a matter of fact. And if the boy had decided to shift, Harry was sure there would be a wonderfully bright yellow crescent moon in the center of the hood, underneath etched in graffiti "Moony".

Lupin would probably have gotten a kick out of seeing his old school nickname displayed on such a flashy car.

So, he raced. This wizard raced , like any ordinary Muggle. He raced cars and this one was obviously his. So, was he ACTUALLY a wizard then? Or perhaps he was just a Squib like Filch was.

Time for some drastic action. He couldn't spend the entire night trying to tail a guy who wasn't even a wizard.

"So, where'd you nick the Nifflers from?"

"Oh! That was the best part! See, we have this bunch in our Care of Magical Creatures classroom and-"

Harry grinned, though he knew the boy must be absolutely horrified.

"What I mean is-...Oh DAMN!"

"Don't worry about it. I knew you were a wizard," Harry offered before the boy seemed too distressed.

"Oh. Oh, well, that's good I guess. You're one as well I'm assuming."

"Course...Now, if we could go someplace quiet, there's something I need to discuss with you." Harry said, pulling his bag more comfortably on his shoulder.

"Sure. I'm not in trouble am I? For the Nifflers?"

"Course not,"

"Ok, good."

Harry peered over the car once again," Are there any other wizards you know of?"

"Sure, there're lots. They just don't like to come round here. 'sides, they're all off for Christmas break," The boy replied.

Harry scrunched his mouth to the side," Well, it'd help if you could show me as many wizards as possible. It concerns you all."

"Oh, sure. I know of a few planning on staying at the school over break and some round this area too...Do you need to talk to them NOW?"

"If possible, yes. We're leaving tomorrow afternoon."

The boy nodded and slid off his car," C'mon then. We'll go to my place and call up a few. We'll see if I can bring you to the school so you can talk to any of them still there."

Harry walked a few steps hesitantly," We're going in your car?"

"Well, yeah...Unless you want to go in yours."

Harry shook his head all too quickly. The boy smiled and pulled out his car keys.

"You're probably nervous cause you don't even know me," He started, then walked back around the front of the car and made his way over to Harry. He held out his hand and Harry shook it gently.

"Jimmy Moon. And you are?"

"Er, Harry...Harry Potter."

"No way!" Jimmy exclaimed." THE Harry Potter? Unbelievable!"

Harry squirmed, noticing the boy hadn't let go of his hand. "One and only."

"Yanno, I've never even seen your face before. Must be these ridiculous excuses they call for Wizarding papers they got down here." Jimmy said.

Harry didn't know exactly how to respond to this, but he didn't have to. Before he knew it, he had been yanked forward and was suddenly standing in a stream of light. The hand in his own tightened considerably, causing him to wince.

"Jimmy. Would...Would you ease up on my hand?...Jimmy?...."

The boy seemed transfixed on something. The brightness of the lamppost light he was standing in seemed to make it that much more difficult to see Jimmy's expression. If his hand was any indicator, it probably wasn't a good one.

"Jimmy?"

"W-what...What is this?...Is this some kind of joke?"

Harry frowned, trying without success to take his numbing hand back," What're you talking about?"

Harry gave a slight groan as his hair was hastily ripped back.

:"You CAN'T be Harry Potter...You just can't be. This has to be some sort of joke...Stewart, I swear to god if that's really you under there, I am going to pummel you into the next century!" Jimmy bellowed, causing Harry to wince as his hand jerked on his hair.

"Stop it.! God, you're hurting me! I swear I don't know what you're talking about! Just let me go!" Harry yelled, struggling to wrench himself free of the lunatic boy.

"Don't know huh! I see the scar! But that's it! It can't be real! You're just making fun of me, aren't you!?" Jimmy finished, his voice breaking slightly.

Harry gave an almighty shove and managed to knock Jimmy's hands off of him. They struggled a bit, Jimmy trying to get a hold of him and Harry trying to pin Jimmy to the ground. After a hearty wrestle, Harry had somehow accomplished wedging Jimmy against the brick wall besides them and his own body. Grabbing hold of his hands, Harry sat up , glaring down at the boy.

"NOW! You mad git! What are you-"

Just as quickly as Jimmy's reaction had changed, so did Harry's. His eyes widened as his hands instantly lost their strength. His throat became dry as his mind blanked of all thought.

" No...No...This...This can't be.."

Staring up at him in a state of disheveled black hair and stunned green eyes, was Harry's twin.