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Harry lived a very happy life. When he was a baby he was doted on by his parents and by his parents friends. Hell, everyone he met doted him on. Harrison and Tom loved their son more then anything in the whole world including each other. When he cried in the middle of the night, when most parents would scream, they would both get up and comfort him till he went back to sleep.

They didn't care if Harry grew up to be gay or straight, actually, they couldn't imagine loosing their baby to anyone, man or woman.

Harry grew up into a bright-eyed 5-year-old boy with messy black hair and bright green eyes. Daddy, (Harrison), and Papa, (Tom), had given him the best of everything they could buy. Harry only wore name-brand clothing, (mainly gap kids); he had two pairs of Calvin Kline glasses, etc. They even got him a tiny pair of leather pants with a shiny, silk, Ricky Martin

Harry had a large circle of friends. There was Timothy, Jameson, Georgia, Vivian, Sylvie, and Gretchen. They were all the adopted children of Harrison and Tom's friends. He also had some friends with straight parents. Their parents were also friends of Harrison and Tom. Jennie, Harriet, Kelvin Jr., Lily, Lucy, Karen, Nan, and Myra were a few of them. All around Harry lived a life full of happiness.

"PAPA, DADDY!! HELP MEEEEEEEEE!" Harry screamed in the middle of the night. The only thing that wasn't perfect in Harry's life was his night terrors. He had them often and they scared him to death. It was always the same, a big green light and the screams of a couple.

Harrison and Tom rushed into Harry's bedroom and turned on the light. Harry was thrashing on the bed, tears falling down his face. Tom sat down on his bed and pulled him into his lap. Harry curled up to him and grasped his robe. He whimpered softly and gradually fell asleep. Harrison stroked his head.

When Harry woke up the next morning he walked down to the kitchen. "Good morning Harry," Tom said smiling at him and putting a plate of toast at his seat.

"Thank you Papa," Harry said settling himself at his plate. Harry gobbled down his breakfast and sat, waiting expectantly for instruction.

"I thought we'd go shopping today Harry, what do you say?" Harrison asked, looking up from his paper.

"Okay, but I want to get ice cream after," Harry sighed. His parents loved shopping but he didn't enjoy it very much. His parents made him try on outfit after outfit and he didn't even like cloths that much. The only good thing about shopping was that he always got ice cream afterward.

"Okay, we'll get ice cream," Tom chuckled. Harry got ready and they set out. They took a trolley to the mall and went in. "Where to first?" Tom asked.

"Toy store, toy store," Harry exclaimed.

"No, I think we'll try Dillard's," Harrison said leading Harry toward the large store. They went in and went to the men's section. Tom went and got about a billion things to try on. He got about five pairs of different colored leather pants and just as many jeans. Harry sat with Harrison and watched as Tom came out to model each outfit. Harrison would eight her shake his head vigorously or nod enthusiastically. Finally they left the men's department with 6 outfits for Tom and 4 for Harrison. Harry then got dragged to the boy's section. They went through each pile picking up things.

Harry had to try on each outfit in much the same fashion as Tom had. He hated doing it and Harrison and Tom gushed over him and they always left the store with far more cloths then Harry could ever hope for. Harrison and Tom allowed Harry to drag them to the toy store where he got a new bike and a toy gun.

After everything they went to the ice cream place and Harry got a big scoop. Harrison and Tom didn't get much because they insisted that they were getting way to fat. Harry sat happily at the booth and ate his ice cream. He saw a little girl with big brown eyes and bushy brown hair march in with her parents. She got a sugar free scoop of chocolate with sprinkles and a cherry.

They sat at the table adjacent to Harry and his parents. "Hello, my name is Harry Barkler," Harry said to the little girl.

"Hermione Granger," she replied smiling. "Did you come here to go shopping for cloths?" she asked eyeing the bags.

"Yeah," Harry said rolling his eyes and grinning showing his missing front teeth.

"That's quite a smile there son," Dr. Granger said.

"Thank you, I brush every night and morning, plus, I floss too," Harry replied proudly.

"Good to hear, that means you won't be seeing me for a filling," he said.

"You must be a dentrist," Harry replied knowledgably.

"Dentist Harry," Tom chuckled.

They got up to leave and they headed home. All the way home Harry talked about his new friend. It was "Hermione this and Hermione that" the whole way home.

~Day before Harry's 11th birthday~

"Don't you want a party Harry?" Harrison asked.

"No Dad, I just want to sit at home. I'm tired and I" Harry was cut off by Tom coming to the room.

"Now Harry, I won't take no for an answer. We're having a party at Julian's; you know the restaurant that Laura works at. Everybody's going to be there. I got you a new suit," he said. Harry through his hands up in the air in exasperation. He hated when they did this. He wasn't Mr. Sociable. He stomped up to his room. Mysteriously, his suit fell into the fire.

"Don't worry, I've got another one," Tom called up the stairs.

The next morning Harry woke up early. At first he thought it was nerves. Then he saw an owl sitting at the base of his bed. It had a letter clutched in its beak. He opened the letter it had a wax seal that had a big H surrounded by some other things he couldn't decipher. The letter read:

Hogwarts School

Of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledor

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc. Chf. Warlock,

Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. Of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Harry Barkler, We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hagwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31. Yours Sincerely, Minerva McGonagal Minerva McGonagal Deputy Headmistress

"Is this some kind of sick joke?" Harry asked himself. He romped down the stairs to find his parents busily making a big breakfast. "Papa, is this your doing?" he asked thrusting the letter under Tom's nose.

"No, I didn't do this Harry," Tom said in all seriousness.

"There was a school list in the envelope and everything, you don't think it could actually be real do you?" Harry said looking at the letter.

"Don't know, you could try returning the letter. How did it come, post hasn't arrived yet," Harrison said, looking up from his egg making.

"It came by owl!"