Disclaimer: Dito as first chapter.
Harry awoke with a rather ungraceful decent onto the hardwood floor. It was the third time that morning he'd fallen off his bed. He was just not used to this place yet. He really wanted to, yes, but it wasn't home and that's what irked him the most. Still, only 7:30 in the morning, might as well get up. Seeing no point in trying to sleep with insomnia, he got up and put on a pair of lose slack bottoms (not caring he wasn't wearing a shirt) and grabbed his ipod.
His feet made odd slapping sounds as he meandered his way down to the kitchen on the first floor. He didn't even notice two blond haired individuals talking to his dad in the kitchen, one of them (the older one, obviously) standing while the younger one sat. They had been discussing Harry, feeding his father on the assumption that Draco and Harry would attend the same school. And as if on cue Harry entered, drowsy and completely unaware of them. He was too wrapped up in his music to really pay attention (though by the look of it, you would have never known it to be fiddle orchestrated music).
They say, (or rather, his father did) that the best cure to a hangover, was more alcohol, so the first thing he did when he opened the refrigerator, was grab some Scottish brew of some sort and put the top off with his golden ring (an early b-day present). He then leaned up against the white kitchen counter top and started drowning it, when it noticed a pair of Grey eyes watching him, two pairs in fact and one pair of Hazel eyes. He swallowed and stared back at them, his eyes eerie in the morning light filtering through the window.
For a moment no one spoke, his father was dressed up nicely, and noticing this made Harry go Self conscious.
"Sorry, I wasn't warned or anything. I'll go put a shirt on." He got up off leaning against the counter and made to leave before an awestruck voice spoke.
"Your dad lets you get tattoos?" The voice had an odd tone to it, like it was fainting awe. Voldemort absolutely hated to act this way, but if he was to swindle Harry into joining it, it was necessary. Voldemort was surprised to findhimself likeing the reaction he got, a swift and quick blush that vanished more quickly than it came. But then he instantly hated himself for liking it. Damn Draco for being gay and damn Harry for being good looking.
"Ah… yeah. How long are you staying?" He asked in return, peering at him suspiciously. And once again Voldemort fell under those scrutinizing eyes, feeling a foreign unease he replied calmly back, masking any differences.
"We just came because we wanted to know if we were allowed to bring guests, not long I suppose…" Why did Voldemort feel like a fucking school girl all of a sudden? He mentally tried to find a solution, and once again found himself blaming Draco for it. Draco was a damn nuisance. He hoped a suitable body would be made soon… And that gave him an idea…
"Well then I'll tell you about my Tattoos at dinner, okay?" Snapping out of his wicked and cruel thoughts, Draco (Voldemort) nodded.
"Right, see you Malfoy" He hated and loved the way that sounded, his 'name' coming from Potters red lips. He nodded wordlessly and watched the boy wonder exit the room. Both Draco and Voldemort decided that the day would be too long.
(Evening)
The Guests that the Malfoy's brought,. Weren't exactly to their liking, but Voldemort, once hearing that Dumbledore wanted an excuse to go see Potter decided to extent the hand of invitation. Strictly as Malfoys of course, seeing as Dumbledore still had no inkling of an idea that Draco Malfoy was Voldemort. I guess it also helped that the Malfoys supposedly 'switched' sides to Dumbledore, making it all the more easily to fool them.
So those who accompanied them to the Potter residence were The 3 Malfoys (Draco, Lucius and Lucius's wife), Sirius Black, Dumbledore, Mr and Mrs. Weasly and Severus Snape. Everyone was introduced to Clair and Ian, who insisted that no one call them Mr. and Mrs. McLeod, they despised it. Clair noted almost immediately that there seemed to be strained tensions between the Man named Severus, and the Man named Sirius. So she made a mental note to place Harry between them.
She also noted, that everyone seemed particularly interested in meeting Harry. They didn't know why, but suspected something along the lines of "being-the-same-as-Harry' when it came to these people. Sirius seemed even more interested in meeting him. Clair smiled at them when they made their sublet request.
"I'm sorry... But Harry will be along in a few, he went out and will be back in about an Hour when dinner is ready. Until then, why don't we sit in the living room with some wine? Get to know each other perhaps?" Before anyone could really register disappointment she was tugging Narcissa friendly on the arm and leading everyone successfully (without argument) to the living room.
Half an hour everyone heard a motorbike run into the drive way, and seconds later Harry appeared with a case of bear (how typical, his father leapt up grinning) and a helmet under his arm. His shirt was white, and quite translucent, giving everyone a sneaky peak at all the dark tattoo's lining his upper body. His hair was slightly askew and undone, creating rivers of black locks down his white shirt. He looked so… so... beautiful that both Draco and Voldemort found themselves gaping at the young man. (He also had a thing for entrances).
There was a silent moment in which everyone was staring, even Harry's parents who couldn't have been more proud of their son's unusual sex appeal today. (Though perhaps a bit on the inappropriate side). Harry stared equally back, first at the greasy haired man who, upon closer inspection appeared to be withholding his true behaviour. Then on to the Old man with the beard, who's eyes twinkled in a way that Harry didn't quite trust, then on to Red haired man and his bushy haired wife, instantly feeling a kind of kindle of warmth and friendliness that he liked. He then looked to a blond haired women, who he rather thought was a very stunning person (so of course he knew immediately that she was Lucius's wife, he struck Harry as that type of man) and then onto the last of the new bunch, the thin man with black hair almost as long as his. He felt as though… he should know him.
"Hello everyone." He nodded pleasantly to the new arrivals, Setting his helmet on the coat rack (where various robes were currently residing, and Harry spent a moment to wonder why all these people wore robes) and put his key's on the Keys rack. He then shuffled into the room, pulling his hair back to reveal the lighting shaped scar that everyone seemed to stare at, and then decided it was best to have his long hair forward. His mother came up and hugged him, and started to introduce Harry to everyone.
"Everyone, this is my son, Harry James Potter McLeod."
"Just call me Harry." He said, lifting his hand and waving to everyone. He didn't like all the staring.
"This is Mr and Mrs. Weasley…" She started and Mrs. Weasley gleamed happily and brought the boy into a hug, caught off guard by this, Harry just kind of stood there blinking stupidly until the hug finished. Then Mr. Weasley wisely and only shook Harry's hand. Okay, Harry was used to being Famous for his music, but this was... a tad on the over done side. He blinked.
"This is Mr. Severus Snape." Snape he noted, seemed to want to do everything but shake Harry's hands, so before he could move towards him, Harry only nodded his head in greeting to the man, much to the look of relief briefly flashing over his features.
"This is Sir Dumbledore-" Dumbledore smiled with his twinkling eyes and shook Harry's hands. He didn't say anything to the man, and felt a slight nudge… did he have powers like Harry? He could feel through that contact that yes he did. Harry didn't like the feeling that this old man was trying to enter his mind.
"This is Mr. Malfoy's Wife, Narcissa Malfoy." Harry smiled at her, and gently took her hand in his own, and kissed the middle knuckle."Charmed." This made Narcissa blush uncertainly. She had been caught completely off guard by the boy's manors.
"T-thank you…" She flustered, blushing very faintly. Causing Harry's grin to widen and his Parents and Draco to roll his eyes, and everyone else in the room to blink.
"And this is Sirius Black." At this Harry choked momentarily, The Sirius Black? Convicted criminal proved innocent? Wow, this was a strange day indeed.
"Cool." He grinned up at the man, they had something in common; they both probably hated the government and justice system.
"Well then, now that we're acquainted, let's go into the dinning room, shall we?" Clair spoke up, breaking the tense silence that had come with Harry's arrival.
I'll let you know now... i've also hosted this up somewhere else, and over at the "other place" its at chapter 8... but if you can't find it, its your fault.. cackles