To Howl in Harmony

Chapter 7:Keep Ya Hands to Yourself!

Every day at 5:30, the D.A was up and going for an hour long run in a gym requested by the Room of Requirement. Many complained about the early hour, but not one member left or abandoned the D.A. They were all too conscious of how disappointed Harry would be in them if they did, and Harry wasn't very fun when he was disappointed.

After their run, they spent another hour doing push-ups, sit-ups, weight lifting and things like that. After that, on weekdays, the group would then leave, shower, have breakfast and then go to classes. If it were a weekend, however, the Pack would spend up until lunchtime teaching them all the different types of Muggle self defense that they knew, and then they had the rest of the day off.

Because of Harry's enforced rules in the D. A. the prejudices of thousands of years…died. At meal times, many different D.A members sat with other members at the different House tables. The Slytherins, at first, didn't want to do this, knowing it would get back to the Dark Lord that they were 'blood traitors'. But, then they realized that they really didn't give a shit about the Dark Lord not liking them because they hated him first.

The teachers- even Dumbledore- seemed baffled by the students' new behavior-only the APs seemed unfazed by the new turn of events. This, of course, only proved to further the bafflement of the teachers. Except Lily, James, Remus and Sirius.

They knew, 'though they had no proof, that Harry had started up the D. A again, which Lily and James had heard of through Dumbledore. It was obvious, if you knew what you were looking for, what was going on.

Every member of the D. A-which reached a whopping 106 including the Pack- had gained a new air of confidence and grace because of their newfound training. And, whether consciously or unconsciously, they all took their cues from Harry. An example was when a 5th year Slytherin had been caught at a prank by McGonagall.

15-year-old Markus Feyes had pulled off a prank that would have made the twins proud (it had, actually, and the twins had hired him for a part-time summer job as a 'prank consultant'). Instead of targeting only one person or one House, Markus had pranked the whole school-well, at least everyone who drank pumpkin juice for breakfast.

At 8:25, 5 minutes before the bell rang for classes, the Great Hall rang with a rather loud BANG and each person who'd even drank a sip of pumpkin juice disappeared in a puff on pink, sparkly smoke.

When the smoke had cleared, the pumpkin juice drinkers had been considerably changed. Every male had been changed into knee-high hooker boots, black, fishnet stockings, a tight, shiny black mini-skirts and shiny red leather tank tops. The female students were changed into baggy khaki pants with multiple chains, baggy ripped T's, big medallions and backwards baseball caps. All the teachers –with the exception of Dumbledore- had been changed into hippie clothes, for the female teachers and pink tutus and tights for the male teachers. Dumbledore had been changed into dark purple pajamas with silver moons and a floppy purple-sleeping hat with a white pompom on the end and a brown teddy in a matching outfit was in the crook of his arm.

In bright sparkling green letters, a message appeared on the ceiling of the Great Hall. It read, for all to see, "Your morning entertainment brought to you by the one and only Markus Feyes!"

The Hall had burst into raucous laughter and cheering from all four of Hogwarts Houses and even some of the teachers. The grinning, blue-eyed brunette had hopped atop the Slytherin table and given large, exaggerated bows to each table, causing more bursts of laughter throughout the room.

Professor McGonagall, however didn't seem to find the situation as funny as everyone else ('though Harry saw the distinct flash of amusement in her eyes before she threw up her tough-stern-lady façade). Tight-lipped, she stalked towards the Slytherin table and the now-pale D. A member. With a visible gulp, Markus jumped down from the table to meet the stern Transfiguration teacher.

"Mr. Feyes!" McGonagall snapped, "What is the meaning of all of this?"

Markus had opened his mouth to make a smart alec reply but shut it abruptly and turned his eyes to Harry. Harry had given him a small, discreet nod and a slightly stern look, so, with a deep breath Markus had turned back to his teacher.

"I thought we could use a little lightening up around here, professor, since Voldemort's upped his attacks," Markus said with a shrug, swelling when he noticed the pride in Harry's eyes for keeping his cool and saying Voldemort's name unflinchingly, "I don't see the point in fighting if we can't be reminded just what it is we're fighting for sometimes."

McGonagall remained silent shocked at her student's deep insight. However Harry, dressed unashamedly in his own 'prostitute' attire, was not.

"I do believe Mr. Feyes has a point," he said, his soft voice carrying through the silent, apprehension filled hall, causing all eyes to turn to him. "If we stopped laughing, loving, having fun and hope, then what is the point in fighting?"

The D.A members had been the first to break into raucous cheering, taking their cue from their leader.

Many other such incidents had occurred over the days since the D.A had restarted. The members of the D.A were constantly pulling pranks and acting like goofballs to keep the hope and love alive in the increasingly Dark times. Each time they were caught in the act of pulling a prank, the perpetrator would be reprimanded by a teacher and, each time, after a level look from Harry, they answered calmly and rationally as Markus had done.
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Slowly, the days passed, filled with increased dark activity, deaths, tears, training and pranks. And, before the Pack knew it, it was two days before Easter, which they'd all decided to spend together at Hogwarts.

It was after his last class when Harry, on his way to the Pack's quarters, was cornered by his 'parents'. Despite the passing of time and all their apologies, Harry still could not come to terms with his parents' abandonment of him.

"Yes? Was there something you wanted?" he asked, his voice an icy hiss as he tried to keep his magic in check.

"Harry, we were hoping to talk to you," Lily said, her tone pleading.

"No," Harry said coldly as he brushed past them impatiently.

"Harry, wait!" James demanded as he grabbed his son's arm.

Harry whirled around, forcibly yanking his arm from the older man's hold as he angrily said, "Don't you dare touch me!"

James sighed, running his hand through his already ruffled hair, "I'm sorry, Harry-"

"Damn it, I'm sick of hearing you say that!" Harry yelled in anger, "Why do you think that's going to make it all alright? You ruined my life! You left me with a trio of magic-hating Muggles who took every chance they could get to hurt me!

He gave a derisive, contemptuous laugh, "They used to tell me that you two were no good, that I should be glad that I didn't have to grow up with you. You know, it's scary to think I actually agree with the Dursleys about something for the first time in my life.

Lily flinched and James angrily stated, "That's enough, Harry! Despite how angry you feel, we are still your parents!"

"That's enough?" Harry laughed humorlessly:Oh, God, that's rich! You think that that tiny little bit of an insult was enough? I put up with years, YEARS, of fucking insults and abuse, just to come to Hogwarts and be chased by some fucked up madman! And yet I pushed on, so fucked up that if you had been in my head you would have gone fucking insane, only to find out my "parents"- the two people who everyone hailed as heroes for giving themselves up selflessly for me-are a pair of cowards who didn't even love me enough to take me with them when they gave up on everyone they love!"

"Damn it, Harry! That's enough!" Lily snapped authoritatively, "Yeah, so we fucked up-but we're human, we're allowed to make mistakes! And it's time you stop acting like an overgrown toddler and grow up!"

Harry's answering snort was even more contemptuous then his laugh had been, "Grow up? You want me to grow up? Holy fuck, if I'm not fucking grown up, then I'd like to know what the hell I am!"

"Watch your mouth," Lily demanded on a snap, "We're still your parents and we deserve some respect!"

"Respect!" Harry sneered, "I'm not going to fucking respect you! I only respect people who deserve it, not people who abandon their only child!"

"Enough," James said sternly, effectively silencing his wife and earning an angry glare from his son, "Harry, we just wanted you to know that you'd be spending Easter with us at out new family home."

A sneer curled Harry's lips as he snarled, "In your dreams I am!"

Anger flashed in James' eyes as he said sternly, "You're coming with us on Easter break, Harry, so we can work this all out."

"Work it out yourself," Harry hissed, pushing past them again.

Again, James grabbed his arm, whirling the teen back around, "Damn it, Harry! We're trying to make this right!"

"Don't you understand that you can't make it right?" Harry yelled back, a bit of magic seeping out from him as he ripped his arm from James' hold again, "It's not like you forgot to pick me up from a fucking soccer game, alright? You left me! You fucking abandoned me, threw me away like so much trash! You can't make that right! It just doesn't work that way!"

"Stop being such a brat!" Lily yelled back, "We're trying to make up for our mistake!"

"I DON'T CARE!" Harry screamed back, "I don't need you! I've got the only family I need so just STAY OUT OF MY LIFE!"

"No, damn it, we're you're parents!" James hollered back.

"I DON'T HAVE PARENTS!" Harry returned, eyes snapping and magic flashing, "I have the Pack, the Weasleys, Sirius and Remus – I don't need you! So go back to whatever fucking hell-hole you went to after you left me and GET OUT OF MY LIFE!"

Down the hall, Sirius and Remus had just turned the corner. Upon hearing Harry's angry yell, both men's heads snapped up to see the trio of Potters. And, immediately went racing towards them.

"God, this conversation is pointless-"

"Yes, it's about time you realized that," Harry said in a cold, detached voice.

"Damn it, Harry, you're coming with us! End of discussion," James said angrily and firmly.

"No, I'm not. It's bad enough that you ruined my Christmas! I'm spending Easter with my family," Harry answered, again pushing past her.

Angrily, James grabbed his son's arms again, yanking him back towards his parents. Reflexively, and just because he knew it would make him feel good, Harry pivoted, his free hand coming up in a fist and hitting James in the jaw. The older man released his hold immediately, his hand instead coming up to gingerly touch his tender jaw.

"Holy fuck, Harry!" James yelled angrily, stepping forward.

"That's enough," Remus said firmly as he and Sirius finally reached the trio.

"It was enough about 10 minutes ago," Harry said snidely, throwing his parents an icy look.

"Harry," Sirius said firmly, "Zip it."

Harry's jaw clenched, but he remained silent, his respect for the two men overriding his contempt for his biological parents.

Sirius turned to the elder Potters, his eyes cold as her said, "I think it's best if you leave Harry alone for now."

"Sirius, you can't take my child away from me!" Lily shrieked.

Harry's lip curled in contempt as he snidely answered, "You gave me up, no one had to take me away."

"Harry," Remus said warningly, causing the teens jaw to clench shut visibly once again.

Sirius shook his head despairingly, saying, "Come on, Harry, let's go before you do something that you'll regret."

Harry's lips curled and he opened his mouth to respond, but Remus grabbed him by the back of the neck, giving him a firm push forward. Harry threw the man a resentful look but moved obediently forward. Sirius came up on his other side, placing a gentle, but firm, hand under the teen's elbow and steering him towards the Defense classroom.

Sirius plopped Harry into a seat in front of the teacher's desk. Then he and Remus took their places in front of him, leaning against their desk to stare at the young man.

The three men remained in silence, none of them willing to be the first to break the tension-filled quiet. Finally, however, Sirius was the one to break.

"What the hell was that Harry?" Sirius demanded, his voice laced with anger and disappointment.

Harry raised his eyes from where they'd been boring holes into the desk to stare up at his godfather. He remained silent, however, his eyes hard and his magic seeping in and out from his body.

"Harry, answer me," Sirius growled, Harry remaining silent.

"Harry," Remus said softly, "You just hit your own father."

"That man is not my own father," Harry growled menacingly, his aura flashing out dangerously before being pulled sharply back in.

"Harry, as much as you dislike the man, you have to come to accept that he is your father," Remus returned calmly, "And you shouldn't be hitting him!"

Harry sneered, "But I did."

"Yes you did," Remus confirmed with a frown ,and we want to know why."

"And why the hell you didn't keep your damn hands to yourself," Sirius added.

Harry's steely eyes met theirs as he snapped, "He deserved it! The two of them sat there insulting me and at the same time expecting me to forgive them for their cowardice. And each time I would try to leave, he would grab my arm to make me stay and listen to more of their bullshit. The last time he did that, he pulled me backwards. Defending myself was a reflex."

Sirius frowned at him, "You didn't have to hit him Harry. You could have caught yourself in time, I've seen you do it with even less time."

Harry's eyes flashed, "Maybe I didn't want to catch myself Sirius. Did you ever think that maybe I'm tired of being pushed around and insulted by the people who are supposed to be taking care of me? That maybe I'm sick of all the abuse and bullshit the people who are supposed to be my family are always putting me through?

"My God, isn't it enough that they abandoned me? Does everyone know have to stick up for them and act like it's okay for them to treat me like I'm only a child who's having a temper tantrum?" Harry demanded, eyes filling with hurt.

"God Harry," Sirius sighed regretfully, "We didn't mean-"

"I know you didn't," Harry interrupted, "But everyone seems to think I should just forgive them and forget about all the crap their abandonment put me through!"

"Oh, Harry," Sirius sighed again, collecting his now-standing godson into a hug.

Harry buried his head into the older man's neck, both hands clutching Sirius' shirt. With a heartbreaking sob, Harry finally let go, crying out the years of his life when he hadn't.

"It's all right, pup, it's alright. Just let it all out," Sirius murmured, kissing the top of his godson's unruly head as he held the younger man to him.

Remus stepped forwards, enveloping both men in his own arms. All three stood there, holding tight to each other as Harry finally let go of all the unhappiness and hurt he's harbored for so many years.

When they finally pulled away, they lapsed into comfortable silence. Harry felt much better now, having finally cried.

Harry took a deep breath, running his hand through his pink-tipped hair as he asked rhetorically, "So I should probably apologize to James, shouldn't I?"

"That would be the right thing to do," Remus agreed softly.

Harry sighed, "But it doesn't really mean I want to, does it?"

"Oh! Shock!" Sirius mock-gasped, eyes dancing, "Harry Potter- Boy-Who-Lived, the Golden Boy-doesn't want to do something that's right!"

Harry glared at his godfather before getting a sudden impish gleam in his emerald eyes. Sirius narrowed his eyes suspiciously at the teen.

A bucket of water appeared magically over Sirius' head. With a devilish gleam, Harry tipped the bucket, soaking the ex-convict thoroughly.

"AH!" Sirius yelled in surprise, causing both Remus and Harry to burst into laughter.

Sirius, wiping the wet bangs from his eyes, gave his godson a an evil grin. With a dog-like whoop, he switched to Padfoot, before promptly shaking, spraying water all over his mate and pup.

Harry laughed, covering his face from the water with his hands. With a dog-grin, Padfoot bounded forward, jumping onto Harry and knocking him down. Laughing, Harry switched to wolf form and dog and wolf wrestled about the floor.

Maybe, Harry thought, maybe it'll turn out okay.
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A/N YES! Go Harry! You smack that jerkface! Lol, anyway, for those of you who were waiting for the L-J angst with Harry, THERE YA GO! Anyway, I'm a bit busy, 'cuz today was my first day back from exams and I've got HOMEWORK. Can you believe it? Stupid teachers!(No offence to any teachers out there!) anyway, catch ya on the flip side hunnies!

Luv,

Red

P.S, I'll do Review Responses next chapter, promise, I just don't have the time today. So, review this one and I'll talk to you sometime soon!