disclaimer: Harry Potter and co. belong to J.K. Rowling. I am not her.

warnings: Not much. Little cursing. Nothing big. Dursleys are mentioned.

A/N: Long time, no see.. Yeah, yeah, I know. I haven't updated in a month. Well, I have 9 pages for you, so you better not complain. Okay? You know what I just realized? There's no song in this chapter. But we'll manage, right? Of course we will. We're strong. We're cool. Here's the chapter 7:

Oh, I almost forgot! About the bands who Harry names, they're not real. Anthrax is a real band, but not the others. Not that I know of. Okay? Okay, now I can let you read:

"Harry! Harry, wake up!" Susan cried and pulled the cover off his brother. "Gosh, you're gonna miss the whole day if you just stay in bed. It's freaking Sunday!"

Harry rolled over. "Why you're home?" He mumbled.

"I'm not allowed? Gee, Harry, I thought you liked me." Susan pouted, a phone in her hand.

"Of course you're allowed you jerk. You're just not usually home. Especially on Sunday mornings." The boy yawned. "What's up with the phone?"

"Huh? Oh, the phone! It's for you." Susan gave the phone to Harry. "Hermione."

"Hermione who?" Harry asked as he took the phone and his blanket.

"Hermione Granger."

"Who the hell is Hermione Granger?"

"It's that British girl from your history-class. That one with brown bushy hair."

"And how'd you know all this?"

"She told me." Susan said and started to leave. "Well, she didn't say that her hair's bushy, but… You get my point. Oh, I think I accidentally told her that you're gay. I thought she was going toask you out or something. She wouldn't have a chance even though you were straight."

Harry rolled his eyes. "I am straight!"

"Then why'd you always kiss that new kid across the street?" Then she was gone. Harry remembered the phone.

"Hello?"

"Harry?"

"Yeah. Sorry you had to wait."

"It's okay. I'm Hermione Granger, we go to the same school?"

"Yeah, I know."

"I hope this is not a bad time. I can call again later, if you like."

"No, it's cool."

"You sound little sleepy. Oh dear, I woke you up, didn't I?"

"No, actually my sister did. But that's not important. So, you called for a reason?"

"Oh yes! Ron told me you have a band?" Hermione asked. Her family had moved from Liverpool when she was three so she didn't have an accent.

Ron who? Harry thought. "Yeah, I do."

"You've been together long?"

"Three years or so. Why'd you ask?"

"You probably know that my father owns that club down town? That Ravenclaw?"

Harry yawned. "Yeah, I know."

"Well, a funny thing happened. My dad had booked this new punk band to play there next Friday. But last night they canceled it. They said something like they've got a record deal and they're going to New York on Monday. You follow?"

What's funny about that? Harry yawned again. "Yeah?"

"So, my dad, who is absolutely freaking out 'cause he doesn't have a band for Friday, told me to take care of it. He thinks I know good, fresh bands 'cause I'm young. I was wondering if you and your band could play in Ravenclaw this Friday."

Harry sat up, completely awake. "Come again?"

"Um… Could you and your band play in Ravenclaw this Friday?"

"Well, um… I have to talk with the others about this… And um…"

"Oh, of course I need to hear you first. Are you gonna practice today?"

"Eh…" No, they weren't gonna practice. "Yes, we are. Um… My place at four?"

"Yeah, great. I'll see you then. Oh, Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"Where do you live?"

Harry quickly told her his address and said 'bye' like ten times before putting the phone away. He fell on his bed and tried to breathe. He dialed Devian's homenumber.

"Hawk." The voice of Devian's little sister, Mera, yawned.

"Mera? It's Harry."

"Oh, hi Harry. You want Devian?"

"Yes, please."

"Just a sec." Mera told to Harry and then yelled to his brother. "Dev! Phone! Harry!"

"Me! Sleep!" Harry could hardly hear Devian's answer.

"Get your ass down here!"

"Is it important?"

"He wants to know if it's important." Mera said to Harry.

"Yes, our band's future is in stake."

"Oh, okay. It's about Brandon Lee!"

Footsteps were heard when Devian ran downstairs. "What about it?" He asked his sister before taking the phone.

"How the hell am I supposed to know? Maybe they want to kick you out of it."

"Oh shut up. Go save whales or something. Harry?"

"Dev? You're never gonna guess what just happened!"

"Tell me."

"Hermione Granger called me."

"That bushy haired girl from history? What about her? She asked you out?"

"No, you ass. She wants us to play in Ravenclaw this Friday."

"What!"

"Yeah, she said the band for that night canceled so they need someone else. And they want us. Of course she has to hear us first so I told her to come to my house at four. Can you come? You better can, I'm kicking your ass if you can't. This is the thing we've been waiting for three years!"

"Hey, breathe, will ya? You're forgetting something now."

"Like what?"

"Your mom never lets us practice on Sundays."

"I'll explain it to her, don't worry. She'll understand."

"You sure?"

"Positive. You can come, right?"

"Of course. You've told Cat and Rory yet?"

"No, not yet. Could you call Cat for me?"

"Yeah, no problem. I'll see you at four."

"Okay, great. Bye."

Then Harry dialed Rory's number. His little brother picked up. "Hello?"

"Rudy? Um… It's Harry here. Is Rory home?"

"Harry who?"

Harry rolled his eyes. He didn't really get along with Rudy. "You know very well who. Just get Rory on the phone."

"What if I don't?"

"Now, Rudy." Harry said with the don't-mess-with-me-or-I'm-gonna-kick-your-ass-tone, which Rudy knew very well.

"Okay, okay, okay. Just take it easy, will you. Rory's sleeping."

"Wake him up."

"You really want me to get killed? Have you ever tried to wake up sleeping Rory? It's not safe."

Harry sighed. "Fine. Tell him to call me after he wakes up, okay?"

"Yeah, sure, whatever."

Harry put the phone away and finally got off the bed. He wandered to the kitchen where his parents were drinking coffee. There was a dirty cup by the sink. It must have been Susan's.

"Harry?" James Potter couldn't believe his eyes. "What are you doing up so early?"

"Dunno." Harry yawned. "What time is it?"

"It's nine thirty, honey. Susan woke you up, didn't she? I told her to tell that girl to call again later." Lily Potter said as her son walked to the fridge.

"Don't we have any coke?"

"Harry, it's nine thirty in the morning! You're not drinking coke with your breakfast."

"What if I'm not taking any breakfast?"

"Harry, take milk. Take coffee. Hell, you can even take ice tea. But you are not taking coke."

"Relax dad, we don't even have any coke." Harry smiled as he sat down with a bowl of cocoa puffs. He shivered as his bare stomach accidentally leaned on the kitchen counter made of stone. It was cold, and he was wearing only a pair of dark green boxers. "Mommy?"

"Yes, dear?"

"You know how much Brandon Lee means to me? And to the boys?"

"Of course, honey."

"Then you must understand why it is so important to us to play today."

Lily looked up from her paper. "I thought we've agreed that you don't play on Sundays."

"Yes, I know. But-"

"There's no but. You don't play on Sundays."

"But mom, would you even care to hear why we need to play today?"

"Because they're not good enough." Susan came to the kitchen and took a clean cup.

"Use the old one, sweetie. We already have enough dishes." Lily told her.

"I don't wanna use it, it's dirty. So, the truth has been revealed. Brandon Lee sucks."

"Susan, go away." Harry snapped.

"Be nice to your sister, young man, or mom's not gonna let you play." The girl smirked.

"Didn't I just tell you to go away?"

"Yeah, you did. But I'm ignoring you. And besides, I have to drink my coffee in the kitchen. It's the rule, remember?"

"Then shut up and drink your coffee."

"Susan, Harry." James said with a warning tone.

Susan smiled sweetly to her brother who stuck out his tongue.

"Harry, we were having a discussion." His mother reminded.

"Oh yeah. So, Hermione Granger called and she is looking for a band to play on her parents' club on Friday. She asked us, but she needs to hear us first and she asked if she could come today. Mom, please? I already promised her."

Lily thought. "Is this club a big thing for Brandon Lee?"

"You have no idea how big. Guys from record companies go there to find new talents. Mom, Real-Time System played there, The Punisher, Monster Allergy. Mom, Endymion played there. Endymion!"

"Who on earth is Endymion?"

"You don't know Endymion!" Harry and Susan both cried.

"Gosh, mom, it's the best Heavy Metal band ever!" Susan told.

"Bloody hell, it's better than Anthrax. I mean, Phoenix De La Vera has the most amazing singing voice."

"And he's totally hot!"

"What is Anthrax?" Lily wondered this time.

"Not the point, mom. The point is that if you let us play today to Hermione, we may end up playing in Ravenclaw which means that we have the possibility to get a record deal. Mom, you can't, you just simply can't deny this."

"You're seventeen! They don't give record deals to seventeen year old boys."

"Mom!" Harry was getting frustrated. "Phoenix De La Vera was sixteen when they played in Ravenclaw. Mom, please. Do you really wanna be responsible for ruining your only son's life?"

Susan burst out laughing. "You can't-" Laugh. "Be serious!" Laugh. "She's-" Laugh. "Saving your-" Laugh. "Life by saying no!"

"Susan."

"Yes, mother?"

"Go wake up your sister."

Susan smiled sweetly and left as her mother turned to her brother. "Honey, does it really mean that much?" Harry nodded. "Okay. One hour."

Harry stood up with his empty cereal bowl and hugged his mother. "Thanks, mommy. Love you."

"Love you too, sweetie. Oh, and Harry?" She asked when the raven haired teen was about to leave the kitchen.

"Yeah?"

"Keep it down in the garage, will you? Your aunt and uncle are coming for a visit today."

Harry froze. "They are?"

"Yes. I told you last week they're coming."

"They're here only for dinner, so don't worry. You don't have to take Dudley to your room." James smiled, getting a glare from his wife.

"When are they coming?" Harry asked.

"Who are coming?" Sara yawned as she followed her twin to the kitchen.

"Dad, can I get a tattoo?" Susan questioned and took an apple.

"The Dursleys are coming at three thirty and no, you can't get a tattoo." James told.

"But I have the practice at four!"

"Dursleys! What for?"

"Oh, dad, why not? It would be so cool!"

James Potter sighed and stood up. "I need a shower. Ask your mother."

A/N: So, once again: There's no such bands as Real-Time System, The punisher, Monster Allergy or Endymion. But there is Anthrax. Now, review

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