Chapter Thirteen... Explanations

Four hours later, Viktor and Harry came back, loaded with bags of clothes for Harry. "Come on Viktor, You have to let me pay you back!" Harry demanded as the 'cousins' entered Hermione's house.

"No, Patrick, and you have to accepct them, I insist."

"Come on Viktor!"

"Patrick," Viktor said sternly.

"Now you sound like Hermione," Harry whined.

"I heard that, Patrick."

"Ah, man, now you've gotten me in trouble, my dear cousin."

Ron laughed (Yes he's stll there... I'm wondering who's watching Eddie, aren't you?).

"So, how are the two of you related?" Ron inquired.

"Patrick father vas my mother's brother."

"Was, what happened to your parents, Patrick?"

"They died in a car crash, when I was fifthteen."

Hermione's eyebrows raised at the age.

"What is it?" Harry asked concerned looking at her.

"Nothing, I'll tell you later."

"Alright."

"So, Patrick, how did you and Hermione meet?"

"At Flourish and Blotts, in the sport's section ironically," Patrick replied.

"Hermione Granger in the sports section!" Ron exclaimed, "Impossible!"

"No, Ron, it's true. He helped me find your birthday present, actually."

"Oh, right, 'Hogwart's Best and Worst Quidditich Seasons.'"

"Yeah, that one, oh, by the way, did you like the book?"

"It's alright.. I'm in it actually... and," he added quietly, "Harry as well."

"Ah, the infamous Harry Potter," Harry said.

Everyone looked at him, though Hermione and Viktor looked amused, while Ron looked pained.

"So, vhich part are you in da book?" Viktor asked.

"Uh... the worst House Cup winning Keeper in Hogwart's history, it says and I quote, 'The only reason Gryfindor won the Quidditich Cup any season with Ronald Weasley was on the strength of the House's spectacular Chasers and amazing Seekers, Harry Potter, the most notable one. Though the House Cup match of (their fifth year) is among the worst matches and overall seasons in Hogwart's history, Gryfindor won the battle of mediocre teams.'"

"That's excellent! Your on the best team in the worst season in your schools history!" Harry cheered, "That's quite an acomplishment."

Viktor at that moment was struggling to not laugh at Harry's antics.

"Do you know anything about Quidditich, Patrick?" Ron inquired.

"Besides, now that your on the worst team in your teams history, yes, yes I do."

"Do you play?"

"He does and is among the finest Seekers, I've ever seen," Viktor endorsed his fake cousin.

"Really, why don't you play pro?" Ron turned to Patrick.

"I've never been one for the spotlight. I don't want to play professionally, besides, if I did, I'd be in my cousin's shadow, and on an opposing team."

"Yeah, Ireland," Viktor piped in.

"Sorry, Viktor."

"It's alright, Patrick, you've done nothing."

"That was a terrific match though," Ron raved.

"Vank you, Ron."

"Your welcome, Krum. What is it that you do, Patrick?"

"I was just layed off a few weeks ago."

"Really, that's too bad. Hey, I could pull a few strings and get you a job at my brother's shop."

"Uh... no, really, that's okay. Their reputation as pranksters precedes them."

"Where did you last work?"

"I was a barkeeper around the corner."

"Why were you fired?"

"Uh, a couple of drunks bet me they could defeat me at darts, they lost, and complained to the owner, hence I was fired."

"That stinks."

"It does, but I am going to use the firing to my advantage, though."

"How so?"

"I'm going home for a few weeks."

"Really, when do you leave... and what do you mean by home."

"When do we leave, Viktor?"

"Friday."

"So, home is Bulgaria?"

"Yep."

"Damn!"

"What's the matter, Ron?" asked Hermione.

"He won't be here for the Weasley dinner. Next month, then?"

"Of course, Ron," Hermione affirmed, before asking, "Is that okay, Patrick?"

"Yeah, excellente!"

Ron's eyebrows met in confusion.

"It's spanish, Ron," Hermione explained, raising an eyebrow at Harry.

He leaned in near her ear and whispered, "The guy on the otherside (of my cell, he ommitted) spoke spanish... to I don't know who a lot, couldn't particurly see through the walls." Hermione laughed.

"What?" asked Ron as Viktor asked, "Vhat?"

"Oh, nothing."

"Var you sure you vant me staying vhere?" inquired Viktor.

"Absolutely, we want you to stay," Hermione affirmed.

"What time is it?" asked Ron.

"Seven, why?"

"Bloody hell! Guess it's carry out tonight!"

"Why?"

"I forgot it's my night to prepare dinner, I have to go, good bye. Nice to meet you, Patrick and nice to see you again, Krum, bye."

"Bye," the other three replied, as Ron went to the entrance way and apparated away.

"Hmm, what did you guys buy?"

"Clothes vor Patrick," Viktor answered.

"Excellent, he's needed new ones for ages. Especially underwear, since I threw a lot of your underwear and boxers out."

"Oh, wonderful! Are you serious?"

"Yeah," Hermione confirmed.

"What about the rest of my clothing?"

"A lot of them."

And Harry went dashing up to his room, leaving Hermione laughing in his wake.

"Uh, Viktor, if you'd like anything to eat, help yourself. I have to go make sure, Patrick doesn't have a panic attack."

"Vank you, Hermioneninny. Vhere vill I ve sleeping?"

"In my room, the first door up the stairs on the right."

"Alvright."

And Hermione followed the same path as Harry had previously tred, grabbing his bags of new clothes as she went up.

She entered Harry's room with the bags in tow, and closed the door.

"Is it so bad?"

"My closet and drawers are practically empty!"

"And they weren't before? Ha.... Patrick, you went to work in sweatpants... sweatpants!"

"SO!"

She smiled, "What did you and Viktor get?"

"Everything, I think I could ever possibly wear, to any occassion."

"Well, that's good, right? At least you have some good clothes now."

"Yeah."

"Oh, and uh... we're both sleeping in here..."

"Why... oh, yeah, Viktor... uh.... okay, should we maybe, move some of your stuff in here, make things seem more realistic?"

"That's probably a good idea."

They brought in Hermione's clothes, and a few important trinkets and put them in there new proper places, as well as doing a better job of going through Harry's old clothes, getting rid of just about everything but a few Weasley sweaters, socks from Dobby, and whatever Harry considered lucky.

"What about these?" Hermione asked, holding up a pair of holes with a bit of material.

"Keep," Harry said, looking up.

"What... why?"

"I was wearing those when we won the Quidditich cup third year, haven't been washed since."

"EWW!" Hermione dropped the socks, "Now, that is disgusting... H.... Patrick."

"Careful there, Hermione."

After a dnner of microwaved fish and rice, Krum retired to Hermione's room, and Harry and Hermione to his.

"This is wierd," Harry expressed their duel sentiments.

"I agree."

An hour later, "Patrick, you still awake?"

"Yeah."

"I have a question."

About what?"

She put up silencing and security charms and a privacy bubble to boot.

"How did you hide your scar?"

"Well, I willed it away."

"How?"

"Uhm... during my time in Azkaban, I realized I'm a metamorphagus. Tonks had been trying to coax me into trying for ages, but eh."

"So, how come you couldn't change your eye or hair colors then?"

"I'm not quite sure... though I think it's because my eyes are too much something I identify with myself, to change... my hair on the other hand, I can easily change feature wise, style and length, but can't particurly change color wise."

"But why your scar then?"

"I don't know, maybe it's because, when before and I wished I never had it, Voldemort was around. But now, he's gone, so it doesn't have that connection and importance. All I ever really wanted to be was normal and without the scar, I can be... well, sort of, but I don't understand why now, it disappears."

"Maybe because, if it's visable, you could very easily get caught."

"I think that is the leading contender at the moment."

"Seems logical."

"Am I logical?"

"Sometimes yes, others no."

"Thanks," he yawned, "I was wondering... Hermione... whatever happened to my wand?"

"I have it locked away, safe."

"Good." And they finally surrendered to sleep.

AN: Hope you enjoyed that, some of this chapter still cracks me up, even now, months after first writing it. I hope you enjoyed and laughed like I did... and my cousin, who has read much of the story.

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