Harry was under his usual dopey pre-coffee self, doing a lot of yawning while on auto pilot, brushing his teeth, putting on a t-shirt that.. hang on a minute.
"Whose is this?" Harry moaned loudly, turning round and pointing at what he thought was his t-shirt. Ron looked around the door at Harry, Timmins looked over the bed from across the room. They looked at each other again, sniggered, then looked back at Harry.
"Bloody hell mate, what happened?" Timmins said a bit quietly, walking over to Harry.
"What do you mean? Come on Timmins its obviously not yours but hell, it feels like it belongs to Colin Creevey its that small."
"It's yours Harry." Ron said, shaking his head. He looked at his best friend nearly popping the t-shirt whenever he moved muscles rippled. He looked like he had gained 30 pounds of muscle overnight.
"Crap." Harry was never one for diplomacy before coffee.
"Look here, Harry. I'm the biggest lad in the year right?" Timmins was going for the simple approach.
"Yeah."
"Right, well flex your right arm like this." Timmins did the usual bicep flexing thing with his big right arm. Harry did it with his and couldn't do it all the way because of the shirt short sleeve being too tight. He then did it in anger and the sleeve broke. Timmins bicep while bulky was as big as Harry's except that it didn't have the obvious definition that Harry's had.
"You don't have a six pack right?" Timmins continued.
"No, neither do yo.." Timmins just pulled Harry's shirt up and spun him round to the mirror.
"I rest my case. You've changed, but not so much that we can't all talk about this at breakfast."
"Yeah Harry, come on.." Ron whined again, hopping up and down like a five year old. Harry just snorted and pulled on his school robe, the only other piece of clothing he owned at this point in time.
As Harry was walking down the stairs into the common room some of the second years were just in the process of ambushing a victim on the middle of the staircase and landed on Harry's back. Harry did a good job of catching the culprit before falling onto the floor of the common room with a big tearing sound.
The little mischievous second year did a double take and saw his hero Mr Harry Potter straighten him up as he got up and brushed himself off. The second year saw that his shirt was ripped and his gown was hanging off one shoulder.
"I'm.m.m.. sooooryry Harry!" the kid was almost distraught that he had in some way caused his hero to lose face in the common room. That and everyone knew that Harry would probably Kedavra anyone who bothered him before morning coffee.
"No worries.. uh Jenson, is it?" the kid looked like his neck was going to fall off from nodding so vigorously as he beamed at his hero. Harry shrugged his broken tatty robe off, and tried to look around his shirt.
"You're robe and your shirt... I'll pay for them Harry.. I'm really sorry, we were only.."
"Hey its ok, Jenson." Harry pulled off the shirt which was now more off than on. A few people looked as Harry bent to pick up the torn robe as well. They were all staring at the tattoo that covered his right shoulder with the strange celtic symbol. Even more Gryffindor's of the female persuasion were drooling and gawking at the Boy-Who-Lived who would shortly become known as The-Very-Very-Buff-Boy-Who-Lived.
"Harry really I.." repeated the little Gryffindor second year, Harry held up his hand and shook his head. He then waved his hand and was clad in a magnificent luxurious black cloak with silver trimming.
"See? Thanks Jenson, see you later." Harry strode off to breakfast with Ron and Timmins.
Ginny had seen this, with the rest of the Gryffindor girls sighs, and was pushed by another girl from the 4th year,
"The cat-fights are going to be off the scale this year, Ginny.. did you see that hunk of..?"
"Don't I know it." Ginny said running down to breakfast to inform all the other girls that she had just seen Mr Potter's impressive new physique.
Harry's bleary eyes and more messed up than normal hair were what most people noticed about him that morning. Hermione caught up with him at breakfast, where she stared at the impressive new cloak.
"You okay Harry? You look a little.." Hermione sat next to him with her hand on his forearm, a bit worried about him. He looked like he looked a morning after the nightmares.
"I'm fine, can we talk later?" he said putting his hand over hers to tell her that thanks for caring but he really didn't want to talk about it now.
"Oh my god Hermione," Ron said, "He's pre-coffee and spoke to you in a whole sentence!" Hermione just giggled to herself as Ginny walked over and sat opposite Timmins who was just scoffing his breakfast like a soldier.
"What's with this pre-coffee thing?" Ginny asked, Ron looked at Timmins going red, and proceeded to answer for him
"Its our phrase for Harry being grumpy in the morning, he's not a morning person and all that. It was after Timmins tried to wake him for Quidditch in first year.. hey Timmins?"
Timmins just gulped another forkload down. Looked at Harry,
"Well yeah," I was trying to drag him out of bed, and Ron was warning me off, then next thing i know is that i'm stupefied back into the wall and i'm silencio'd. "Didn't do that again did I mate?" he shot back in Harry's direction.
"Ughhd." Harry said nursing his oversize coffee cup.
"That's my boy! Ughhd to you too." said Timmins going back to almost licking his plate clean.
"So Harry, going to buy new clothes today," Ginny said it like it was a fact, way to quietly and sheepishly. Hermione's head bucked up and glared at her with a quick look at Luna, "Can we come and help?"
"Why?" Harry was still monosyllabic, and not really awake
"Well..."
"Hiiii Harrrrry!.." a whole gaggle of Gryffindor females, mainly from the 4th year drawled at him lecherously as they walked past. Hermione was about to boil, when she looked at Harry who waved back at whoever it was without his eyes even leaving his coffee cup. She grinned exultantly at Luna, whose grin was cheshire cat like.
"You know you're supposed to leave the pattern on the dish, Tim?" Ginny said looking at him very closely, smiling warmly. The others started laughing, as she was the only one he allowed to call him Tim. Luna took this opportunity to catch a quick glance at Hermione and raised her eyebrow with a grin, Hermione turned her head to the side and gave her a confirmation grin back, while the others were just laughing at Timmins and Ginny.
"So Hermione, Harry gave the rest of us a glimpse of his bod earlier. You're a lucky lucky witch!"
"What?" Hermione screeched wide eyed, looking at Ginny, while Harry just groaned over his coffee and put his head in his hands.
"I bet most of the female members of Gryffindor want to be near him and the other half want him to.."
"Done!" Timmins rubbed his stomach then pushed the dish out of the way, "We off to Hogsmeade now?" Harry smiled at Timmins,
"Great timing, mate."
"Yes, off we go before any more people start mooning over Witches Weekly Pinup over here." Ron retorted as they all got up from breakfast and laughed at Harry's blushes, but he managed to snag a rogue piece of toast on the way out.
On the walk to Hogsmeade Ginny and Luna were whispering behind Harry and Hermione who were actually a little breathlessly holding hands in public for the first time. Hermione looked behind them at the two girls and gave them a fierce look. The two just returned dramatic fainting poses at her and giggled more. She couldn't help but snicker and smile back at them, happier than ever.