"Mooney, I've been keeping a few things from you…"

The Marauder snuck him a knowing glance, mulling over his bite of egg. "Harry," he started off slowly, "I'm not dim, you know."

Harry made a motion as if to interrupt but the werewolf continued.

"No average student would be able to learn the Patronus Charm in third year."

"But I was able to teach them to do it in fifth year!"

Remus sighed and shook his head, "Harry, Cub, Prongslet; that was after their magical majority."

"Their magical what!"

The elder man stared. "Dumbledore didn't tell you?"

"Well…Dumbledore isn't a very forthcoming man, mind you."

Remus nodded and stared at the ceiling for inspiration, "okay….if I ever see you again Sirius I'll kill you for making me do this. Muggles explain this as puberty, when children have growth spurts and mature- don't interrupt. Well…wizards do the same thing…but not only do they physically grow, their magic grows too. Fortunately (I think), since wizards aren't affected by the same chemicals as muggles their magical majority happens, average, between their fourth and fifth year. Seeing as you lived with these muggles (here Remus sent a withering glare at the door), I could understand that you would have had it just recently."

Harry flushed and nodded, looking intently at the worn hardwood between his scuffed trainers.

"So we could both understand that, as you started off as a relatively powerful wizard, after the 110 increase during your majority you would be-"

"Scary?" offered Harry.

"Well, I was going to say beyond the scale, but if that sparks your wand."

"Mooney?" Harry's voice was small, with a little underlining of steel. "I can---I don't know what---these things keep happening! Why?"

Remus gave him an equally lost look. "We need help," he said finally.

The Kodak moment was broken by a harsh knock on the door. "BOY! Get your lazy-freak-arse down here and mow the lawn."

Harry smiled wryly and gestured to the doorknob, "Duty calls!"

The amber-eyed man shook his head "we're getting you out of here, I'm getting you out of here."

Harry had already departed.

()-()-()

A small ribbon of drool sulked down the window as our wizard slept. He woke with a start, as pops echoed outside. In seconds Potter was up, clutching his wand. He squinted through said window at the black robes and white masks outside.

Thumps of running through the hall as he sent the strongest locking charms he knew at all the doors and windows. The sound was repeated as he sent a temporary silencing ward and screamed at the top of his lungs, "WAKE UP!"

There was a grunt and high squeal, and Vernon showed up in his robe…only his robe. If Harry hadn't been on what Hermione called "war-mode" he would've either thrown up violently or go into cardiac arrest. "BOY! What is the meaning of this?"

Harry's eyes shone defiantly, "He's here" he said in a low, murky tone.

Petunia's voice piped in from the master bedroom doorway. "H-he? Voldomiert?"

Harry didn't have time to smirk at the pronouncing more than muggles had magic.. "Yes- Dudley! Get your fat-arse out here!"

Dudley waddled out of the bathroom blearily. "What's happening?" his voice shook as he saw his parents fearful eyes.

"Get into my room!" Harry ordered. His uncle opened his mouth to interrupt but Harry overrode him, "It's the one with the smallest window! GET IN THERE!"

The Dursley's obediently filed in and Harry sent 5 locking and warding charms at the door; flicking his wand at the window he charmed it so it was one-way. A quick "incendio" and "conjuro" later and Harry had a controlled floo fire going on in front of his desk.

There was a patter of fists against the downstairs door and Harry quickened his pleas, "Remus Lupin, Severus Snape, Albus Dumbledore, anyone!" The green face of the potions master showed up. "What is it Potter? My mark is burning- mind-"

Harry interrupted, "Great, Professor. There are hordes of death eaters through the wards and I've got my relatives with me. Get the bloody order here before I blast their brains myself."

Snape nodded, the effect looking eerie in green flames, and whispered "ever talk to me like that again potter and I'll…" Harry ignored him and ended the floo call.

He turned to his speechless relatives and nodded, "if anything should happen, call those names again."

He looked up at the ceiling, and prayed, then clicked himself to the other side of the door.

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