¤ This fanfiction coordinates with my Year Six fanfiction (Harry Potter and the Heir of Voldemort) which, in turn, coordinates with MY year Five fanfiction (unfortunately not posted, but the first chapter of Year Six sums it up as well as possible.) If you get confused, feel free to ask! ¤
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§ ¤ § Chapter One: Nothing is Odd when you're a Wizard § ¤ §
"Harry, you're leaving your left side open to attack! Tighten it up! If you were in a real fight, Kayleigh would have you speared already!"
Harry fumbled with the cadence of steps as he changed his pattern of attack in coordination with Remus's orders.
"Good . . . good! Kayleigh, get on the offensive! No one ever won a duel with defense alone."
Harry suddenly found himself victim of KayKay's renewed attacks as he struggled to block the sudden outpouring of forward lunges and side slashes. Steel clashed against steel as the pair dueled on the front lawn, and Harry again found himself thinking of how good it was that this was a wizard neighborhood . . . although people still watched the teens as they passed by, no one found it particularly odd.
Of course, nothing was odd when you were a wizard, especially in this time and age, when Voldemort was in nearly every issue of the Daily Prophet. Harry had just had another confrontation with Voldemort and his heir less than a month prior, but . . . that was hardly surprising news to those that knew him.
See, Harry always had problems when it came to Voldemort. When Voldemort tried to kill him as a baby, he was destroyed, while the infant Harry was left with no trace but for a lightning-shaped scar. Then in his first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he faced a ghostly form of the dark wizard in a battle for the Philosopher's Stone. Then, in his second year, he fought the physical manifestation of Voldemort's seventeen-year-old self. In his fourth year he watched Voldemort return, and in his fifth he faced him alongside KayKay when they discovered their inherited powers.
It was getting to not be a question of "if" he'd have to deal with Voldemort, but "when".
KayKay gave an exclamation of victory and thrust her sword triumphantly through Harry's abdomen.
Harry threw down his sword with a frustrated sigh and raked his hands through his messy black hair as KayKay smiled smugly and slid her sword back into its scabbard. Remus looked like he was trying not to laugh.
This may seem an odd way to react to being run through by a sword, but . . . nothing was odd when you were a wizard. Being a wizard meant you could do any number of magical things, including charming swords to simply ghost through flesh.
Harry crossed his arms over his chest with a huff and watched as KayKay . . . once his girlfriend, then his enemy, now simply his rival . . . performed a funny victory dance.
"So, who won?" Sirius asked Remus as he casually walked across his lawn and leaned against the fence.
KayKay twirled, then said happily. "Me. Five out of five. And that means that you . . ." she extended a hand, palm up, to Harry, "need to pay up. Come on, come on, five Galleons . . ."
At the same time, Remus was holding his hand out to Sirius, looking very much like he was trying not to laugh. Both Harry and Sirius growled in frustration and began digging in their pockets simultaneously.
Harry and KayKay had both obviously betting on themselves. Sirius had been betting on Harry, his godson, to win. Remus had been betting on KayKay, his niece, to win.
"Thanks, Harry." KayKay gave him another smug grin as she took her winnings, then she did a cartwheel.
"Women." Harry muttered, rolling his eyes.
"I thought you said you were going to win, Harry!" Sirius said as Harry walked over to join he and Remus by the fence.
"Yeah, well I would've, but . . . I decided to go easy on her." Harry said.
"Liar." KayKay said right next to his ear, making him jump. She smirked in satisfaction at his surprised reaction. "You know full well that you couldn't possibly beat me. You wouldn't give up five Galleons on purpose and besides, you have no desire to let me win."
"Well, then, Happy Birthday." Harry responded, irritated.
"My birthday isn't for three more days, Harry."
"Well, maybe this way you can . . . you . . . oh, nevermind!" Harry exclaimed finally, trying and failing to think of a good response. KayKay smirked again. God, he hated it when she smirked at him like that.
"Speaking of your birthday, Kayleigh, you need to tell me who you want to invite over for the occasion. You have a lot of years of birthday celebrations to squeeze into one day." Remus said.
"Oh, wow. I want Madison, Megan, Hermione, Matt, Chad—"
"Hey, what about me?" Sirius asked, pretending to sound hurt.
"Oh, of course you can come, Sirius! And . . ." she made a face, "I suppose that if you want, you can bring that kid with the black hair and the green eyes that you always hang out with."
"Oh, thanks" Harry said sarcastically.
"So, do you figure that the Johnstons are hooked up to the Floo Network?" KayKay asked Remus. The Johnstons were the family that had just recently adopted Megan.
"Well, they're wizards, and I'm sure they have a fireplace suitable for travel somewhere in that house of theirs." Remus laughed.
Traveling by fireplace? For a muggle, that would sound pretty odd.
But nothing is odd when you're a wizard.
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KayKay rummaged through the attic in search of anything interesting . . . old albums, perhaps. She already knew where the record player and some Christmas albums were . . . now it was a question of finding party music. Maybe she could find some funny disco music—her uncle was bound to have listened to the Beach Boys or the Bee Gees at one point in his crazy teenage years.
"Disco . . ." KayKay murmured to herself, making a mental note to tell Remus that she also wanted Brian to come to her party.
Brian had been Head Boy, not to mention somewhat of a friend to KayKay. Still, she suspected—no, she knew that Brian had a crush on her. She could only wonder now if he still did. She would never tell him, but she wished he didn't. He made a great laugh-along, cheer-up friend, but . . .
KayKay shook her head, as if it would send her jumbled thoughts skittering to a far corner of the attic, locked away until she had time to consider them, or until she wanted to consider them. Whichever came first.
Blowing some dust off of a box, then sneezing three times in rapid succession, KayKay pulled the cover off, smiling.
"Success!" she informed no one in particular as she flipped through the old albums. "Let's see . . . the Beatles, Saturday Night Fever . . . ewww, Sonny and Cher?" KayKay flipped past that one, then stopped. There was a photograph slipped between some of the records, and she pulled it out, blowing a thin layer of dust off (not sneezing this time) and holding it up in the light to see better.
"I don't believe it . . ." she murmured, looking at the picture. Smiling people waved at her, dressed in clothing at least a decade behind the times. KayKay flipped it over, the date on the back confirming this observation. She flipped it back to the front and stared at the people in the picture, tears beginning to cloud her vision.
There they all were . . . goodness, she couldn't have been more than three when the picture had been taken! There was Uncle Remmy, smiling with his arm draped lazily over a woman's shoulder. KayKay touched the lady's image tenderly.
"Mom . . ." she whispered, smiling at the image. There was another man next to her with an arm around her waist . . . her dad. Standing in front of them were her siblings . . .Bill, the oldest, then Celia and Jack. There were a lot of other adults she couldn't remember very well, but some she did . . . Aunt Beth, Uncle Tom . . . and in the front, holding hands and offering the camera toothy grins . . . that must have been her and Madison!
He knew . . . and he didn't tell me? How could Uncle Remmy do that? He knows what it would have meant to me!
But then another voice, nagging at the back of her mind came. Wizard adoption, remember? You couldn't remember anything about Remus either, and that was only eight years ago! Madison was adopted out when she was only three. Naturally, spells are made so old family ties are forgotten . . .
KayKay had been adopted too, by her adult cousin Sue and her husband Joe (not very willingly on their part, but what else could have been done?) Everyone else in the family had died except for Remus, and even if someone had thought to ask him, being adopted by a werewolf was far too dangerous.
KayKay again found herself having to shake away stray thoughts. Flipping through the rest of the records quickly, KayKay pulled out a few more, then took them and the photograph downstairs quickly.
"Remus!" she called, crossing the living room quickly, "Uncle Remmy!"
She was just about to push through the swinging door when Remus came through from the other side, knocking all of the records out of KayKay's arms.
"Kayleigh!" Remus exclaimed in surprise. "I'm sorry, you didn't get hurt, did you?"
"Settle down, Uncle Remmy, I'm just fine." KayKay laughed at his immediate concern as she crouched to collect the scattered music. "I was just trying to find you to tell you that there's someone who I forgot about and was hoping could come to my party."
"Oh?" He prompted, stacking the music as she held it up for him to take.
"Yeah, Brian Kingstaff."
"The Head Boy?"
"Yeah." KayKay said again, grabbing the last of the records and handing it to him, sliding the photograph discreetly under a chair to pick up later. She told herself that she was probably just being silly, but she didn't want Remus to see the picture if it would upset him . . . it wouldn't be stashed away in the attic for no reason.
"Come on then, we'll get the last of the invitations written and then bring them someplace to send them." Remus said, setting the records on the coffee table and giving her a hand up. "Maybe the post office in Hogsmeade, I believe they have overseas shipments."
KayKay nodded mutely and followed Remus into the kitchen.
"Oh wow, it's almost seven." She said with naïve surprise as she noticed the clock. She must have been rooting around upstairs longer than she'd thought. "I'll start making dinner." She offered, opening the cupboard to see what they had that could serve as a potential meal.
"Kayleigh, you don't have to—"
"Really, I've been relaxing idly all day while you've been making secret plans for my birthday, now it's your turn to sit back and enjoy yourself. Do you want some lemonade?" She asked, not missing a beat as she opened the icebox.
"Really Kayleigh, you don't need to—"
"Oh don't worry, it's already made, otherwise I would've just offered you water." KayKay laughed as she took the glass pitcher from the bottom shelf.
"Kayleigh!" Remus said urgently
"What?" She straightened too quickly, cracked her head against one of the cupboard doors she'd left open, and dropped the pitcher as she clutched her head. It shattered, sending shards of glass skittering along the wood floor and drenching KayKay with sticky lemonade. She froze with wide eyes and one of those "I-didn't-do-it-Officer-I-swear!" looks.
"That's what." Remus sighed, pulling out his wand and waving away the mess. "Repairo!"
KayKay rubbed her head, looking at the culprit that she mentally christened "Mr. Evil Cupboard of Doom"
"You'd think that by now I'd stop having growth spurts." KayKay joked lamely, crossing the kitchen and seating herself at the table.
"What I've been trying to tell you is that you don't have to make dinner because Sirius invited us to join him and Harry at their house tonight for dinner and a swim."
KayKay was silent for a moment before moaning, "Harry's house?"
"Yes . . . what's the matter? You don't seem to mind being around him so much during dueling practice. Speaking of which, we should soon move up to more advanced fighting and then perhaps some martial arts—"
"You're changing the subject aren't you?" KayKay interrupted.
"I thought I was."
"Well it was a good try. And anyhow, he's only tolerable during duel practice because I'm better than him, so he doesn't get all full of himself." There was once a time when KayKay would've been aglow to be going the Harry's house for dinner, but that was before he'd started being a self-centered jerk and before they'd broken up.
"Well, if you're both planning on being Aurors, which I know you are because that's why I'm giving you dueling lessons in the first place, you'll need to learn how to be around each other while resisting the urge to bicker. As I hear it, not many people are going into the Auror business these days, and the Department tends to partner you with others of your own age group.
"Besides," he added with a grin, "Sirius will be positively heartbroken if you don't come. After that incident earlier with your party invitations . . ."
KayKay laughed. "Alright, alright, I'll play nice. But if he says one rude thing—"
"Then you can shove him into the pool. Honestly, the two of you used to date, I don't see why you can't survive one evening in his presence." Remus said, shaking his head but smiling all the same.
KayKay smiled in return, getting up and walking over the pantry where she kept her dog's food. She scooped some out and poured into Casey's bowl, making it clink as the kibble bounced around. Less than three seconds later, she heard her dog's nails clicking against the wood floor.
"Canine Situation 137: The can-opener effect." KayKay announced a mere moment before Casey came flying into the kitchen.
"No . . . Casey, stop!" KayKay cried as the dog tried to brake against the momentum with no success. Both she and KayKay went toppling into a heap, Casey managing to not only spill her water dish, but also landing right on her owner and knocking the wind out of her.
"Ugh . . ." KayKay moaned, pushing Casey—who somehow thought licking KayKay's face would make it all better—away. Casey was seven months old and technically still a puppy, but she was also a Golden Retriever, and thus practically full-grown already.
Remus looked as though he was trying very hard not to laugh, KayKay noticed. She probably would have laughed too if it hadn't been the second time in ten minutes that she hit her head.
"I think I'll go take a shower and get changed." KayKay said with as much dignity as she could muster.
"Okay, I'll handle the invitations." Remus said, still managing to be somewhat composed.
"Thanks. We have some for the Weasleys and Hermione, right?"
"Of course."
KayKay was barely out of the kitchen when Remus began laughing.
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Harry sighed, having to yet again grab the hose to put out the barbecue fire. After being taken by surprise the other times Sirius had tried to cook, he'd made it a habit to be at the ready when Sirius would, indefinitely, set something on fire.
"You ruined the hamburgers!" Sirius exclaimed, getting up and brushing dirt off of his clothes. (He'd stumbled back when the flames jumped three feet and fallen.)
"I didn't ruin them. You were doing a fine enough job of that on your own." Harry joked, turning the hose off and crossing to the barbecue to survey the damage. "I was simply saving you."
"Well, now what will we cook?" Sirius asked Harry, who pondered for a moment.
"Pasta?" he suggested, "bratwurst?"
Sirius made a face of mild distaste. "Pasta and bratwurst. German and Italian. And odd combination, but . . . we don't exactly have much time, now do we? I'll go get the bratwurst, and you—"
"Oh no," Harry said, stopping Sirius. "I'll do the barbecue work. You can do the pasta. Just don't touch the water to see if it's hot enough this time, okay?"
"You don't have to say it like I'm stupid" Sirius whined, following Harry into the house. "Honestly, you make one mistake and people never let you forget it . . ."
Harry shook his head, suppressing a laugh as he fetched the things he'd need for his contribution to the dinner. Sirius may have been just as old as his father, but he certainly acted only half of that at the most.
Sirius was brought to trial the previous summer with Peter Pettigrew's body as evidence in his favor. Harry didn't know exactly what had transpired, but it sounded like it was a tough case. He was certain that, had Dumbledore not been there, Sirius would have been immediately given the Dementor's Kiss and be sent off to who knows where, nothing but an empty shell.
As he restarted the grill (with a proper amount of lighter fluid, thank you very much), Harry banished such images from his mind. All was fine and happy now. He was living with his Godfather, Remus now had the companionship of his niece, and a nice family in California finally adopted their mutual friend, Megan. He and KayKay were told that the couple lived on a vineyard and had three dogs, four horses, and plenty of love to share with their new "daughter".
Things seemed to be falling nicely into place.
. . . Yeah, and just in time for all of us to graduate and live on our own anyhow a voice in the back of his head chuckled.
He could hear voices inside the house now, a sure indication that KayKay and Remus had arrived. And yes, here they came out the door into the back yard, KayKay carrying what looked like a plate of cookies and Remus levitating a table in front of him.
"Hi Harry. What'cha up to?" KayKay asked, humorously stiffly for the kind of language she used. Harry guessed that she was trying to remain on good terms, so he decided he might as well be civil too. No point ruining Sirius and Remus's night as well.
"Just cooking. It shouldn't take too much longer. Sirius is—"
He was interrupted by a yell from inside.
"Ouch! Bloody Hell, that water's hot!"
" . . . making pasta inside," he finished unnecessarily. "I'd better—"
"Never mind, I'll handle it." KayKay said, hurrying to the door. "Men aren't meant to be in the kitchen!"
"Yeah, well some aren't meant to be on the barbecue either!" Harry shouted after her, only to be answered by the screen door banging shut. He sighed, looking back to the grill. It took ten seconds of contemplation and Remus's laughter to realize something.
"I just insulted myself, didn't I?" Harry asked, looking over his shoulder at Remus, who nodded.
"Great," Harry sighed. "Now I'm doing the work for her."
The screen door opened and closed again, and Sirius came shuffling outside. "She kicked me out," he said unnecessarily.
"You touched the water, didn't you?" Harry asked him. Sirius nodded, and Harry sighed.
"Sirius, Sirius, Sirius."
"She also said something about 'Mackincheese'," Sirius continued.
"That'd be 'Macaroni and Cheese', Sirius." Remus explained with amazing patience. "Harry, how's that grill coming?"
"I think they're done. Can one of you get KayKay while I finish up here?" Harry asked, using tongs to pull the bratwursts off of the grill and onto a plate.
"I'll do it." Remus offered, getting up and heading across the lawn. As soon as he was out of earshot, Sirius spoke up.
"I notice that you uttered KayKay's name without hostility. Ah, young love, blossoming like a Devil's Snare in the sultry summer heat."
"How romantic." Harry said, clenching his teeth in annoyance. "And people wonder why you don't write poetry."
"Laugh all you want, but I still think what I thunk before. We haven't seen the end of you and KayKay."
"Oh joy," Harry deadpanned as Remus came back outside, the door banging behind him.
"Kayleigh said that she's almost done and that we should start without her." Remus announced. Harry shook his head. It was still awkward to hear KayKay referred to a Kayleigh—even though it was her real name. She'd passed "KayKay", a nickname she'd been given as a kid, as her real name—and somehow fooled everyone, even school headmasters and ministry officials. Harry still couldn't really understand why she did it (she said it was something about her family dying and painful memories, which made no sense at all to Harry—a name is a name, right?) but she still responded to KayKay as her "real name" . . . for some reason, she couldn't get Remus to call her that, though.
Of course, Harry suspected that she liked being called Kayleigh by her uncle. She certainly wouldn't let anyone else get away with it.
"All right, food!" Sirius said. "I like food!"
(Harry wondered briefly if Sirius was born crazy, or if it was an acquired skill.)
Finally setting all thoughts aside, Harry realized how hungry he was and sat down with the others. They were just about to tuck in when Sirius gave a yelp of surprise and jumped about three feet off of his bench.
"Sirius . . . what—"
"Something licked me! I tell you, it was tasting me! It was trying to see if I was worth eating!"
Harry and Remus exchanged doubtful looks, then at the same peeked under the table. Harry was greeted with a wet snout attacking his face with enthusiastic sniffs.
"Ugh!" Harry's head jerked up, whacking soundly against the underside of the table. "Casey!"
Her identity revealed, the dog wriggled out under Harry's bench and looked around panting and smiling as if she'd just done something very clever. Suddenly, her ears perked up and she looked across the yard, where KayKay had emerged from the house and was carrying a bowl that Harry supposed was filled with macaroni and cheese.
Harry swore even then that the dog planned it all along. She stood for some time, tail wagging, eyes watching as KayKay made her way towards the table. Then, at the opportune moment (in other words, when KayKay was three feet from Harry) she darted into view, suddenly much more eager to see her mistress—or to see what her mistress was carrying.
It seemed like time slowed down and he was watching a movie in slow motion: Casey jumping and sniffing; KayKay holding the food out of her dog's reach; Casey getting tangled up in KayKay's legs; KayKay tripping, falling, the bowl of cheesy pasta flying, flying up into the air before flipping, falling, slow enough for everyone to see and anticipate, too fast to do anything but watch . . .
It landed true on target, bowl, pasta, and girl all flying into Harry in a confused tangle of arms, legs, bench, and cheese. The macaroni and cheese was all over his hair, glasses, and shoulders, the bowl was rolling across the grass to be eagerly attacked by Casey, and KayKay was moaning as she rubbed her head and tried to extract herself from the mess. It sounded like she was having trouble breathing. What, did the stuff go up her nose or something?
And then Harry realized—she was laughing! She was laughing at him! Casey had now abandoned the bowl and was trying to eat Harry's hair.
"Oh, you think that's funny, do you?" Harry asked crossly. KayKay clapped a hand to her mouth, maybe chastising herself for being rude, and shook her head. But nothing could hide the giggles that had now progressed to snorts.
Harry felt a twinge of . . . anger? annoyance? well, something . . . and he said, "Well, maybe you'll get a chuckle out of this!"
He grabbed the ketchup bottle from the table, uncapping and squeezing it in one motion to splay the red junk on her blue tee shirt. KayKay gasped, looking open-mouthed at him, then her ruined shirt, then him again.
"Potter, I'm going to kill you!" she shrieked, hurting everyone's ears. Harry knew that scream. That was the "Potter-you'd-better-run-for-your-life" scream. His friend Ron would laugh at him, but Harry wasn't stupid. Girls were a lot more dangerous than they looked.
He was to his feet and dashing away faster than he would run from a dragon and KayKay was at his heels, armed with a bottle of mustard, yelling a battle cry.
"En guarde!" she challenged, uncapping her bottle. Before he knew what he was doing, Harry whirled around with his ketchup and, for lack of a better word, began to duel. The bottles became the hilts and the bursts of red and yellow goo the blades of their "swords" (never mind that they were both getting absolutely coated with slime).
KayKay obscured Harry's vision with a "Mustard-on-the-glasses" head slash, and stole the opportunity to dash away towards the house, no doubt to barricade herself in a bathroom. He never considered the possibility of ambush.
"She's getting away, Harry," Sirius commented between handfuls of the cookies KayKay had brought. He and Remus were sitting comfortably, watching the situation as if it were merely a show in a movie theatre.
"I know! Harry growled, savagely wiping mustard away from his mouth as he ran in pursuit of KayKay.
The screen door at the back of Harry's house actually led first to the pool, then the main house. The pool was quite nice, somewhat like the Prefect's bathtub at Hogwarts, and the room had many tropical looking trees and plants. Harry liked the atmosphere they added to the room.
Until now.
See, trees are convenient hiding places. No sooner had he entered the room than KayKay flew out from behind one and hit him right in the stomach with a powerful fan-kick that made him stumble into the pool with a weird intake of breath that sounded a bit like "harunk!"
He made a large splash as he went in, and despite his surprise, he came up with a rather simple idea that seemed brilliant at the moment.
Revenge. He could do it two ways . . . lure her to the water by pretending he was drowning, or just catch her and throw her in the hard way.
Of course, by the time he'd considered these options he'd surfaced again and was gulping air. He glared at KayKay who was smirking as she leaned casually against a tree. She would've seemed much more triumphant were it not for her mustard and ketchup-streaked hair and clothing.
Hauling himself slowly out of the water, head hanging as if he'd accepted defeat, Harry made slow movements until he was close enough to KayKay to outrun her. By the time she'd realized the danger, he was only three feet from her and, as he had longer legs, he caught her easily, grabbing her around the middle and tossing her in. However, he wasn't fast enough to stop his momentum, so he ended up going in too.
KayKay came up, spitting water out of her mouth and coughing, glaring at Harry as best she could while trying to breathe. When she finally got herself under control, she exclaimed, "I hate you, Potter!"
"Hardly new news." Harry said, feeling finally calm as he tried to rub the worst of the macaroni out of his hair. He was surprised as he was suddenly covered in highly perfumed water, courtesy of one of the faucets surrounding the tub. It was only his wildest guess as to how KayKay knew which tap was which.
He looked after her and she was hauling herself out of the pool, trying to wring out most of the water from her drenched shirt.
"You are without a doubt, the biggest jerk I've—"
"I'm the jerk, what about you? You kicked me in! I could've tripped, hit my head or something and died!" Harry snapped.
"No, you wouldn't have. My luck isn't that good." KayKay retorted, marching out of the room, her shoes squishing and leaving puddles of water as she went.
Harry opened his mouth to reply just as she slammed the door. He didn't bother shouting it at her—he had no idea what he would've said, anyhow. As he pulled himself out of the pool, reeking of cheese, ketchup, mustard, and roses, he had to wonder . . . did she really want him dead? He didn't think so. But with someone as . . . oh, not weird, but . . . different as KayKay was, one had to wonder.
That night, two hours and one and a half bars of soap later, Harry looked out of his bedroom window at Remus and KayKay's home, watching reflectively as she swung gently in the hammock that served as her bed and wrote in a notebook. She'd gone home after the pool incident, and Remus had followed not long after. Sirius hadn't said anything to Harry about how the night had turned out, but Harry could tell that the was disappointed.
Harry decided that he had been right before. "Weird" was the best way to describe KayKay. Half of the time she seemed to want to tear his guts out, half the time she seemed almost friendly, and the other half she was somewhere in between. Of course, it usually seemed to be his fault when she was mad . . .
Harry sighed. He decided that it had to be a female thing, not just a KayKay thing . . . he saw it all the time: girls who liked a guy until he became interested in her.
It's funny, he thought as he watched KayKay set aside the notebook and pick up her guitar, but I'm more experienced in dealing with Voldemort than I am in dealing with girls.
At the thought of the dark wizard, Harry felt an involuntary shiver run up his spine. He was gaining power and followers, everyone admitted it except for Fudge and his close ring of advisors. Well, Fudge probably wouldn't be Minister of Magic much longer, not at his rate of unpopularity. Harry simply hoped that whoever replaced him wouldn't be worse . . . for example, a girl Harry thought, trying to lighten his damp mood.
Shaking his head, Harry turned away from the window. He didn't much understand Voldemort either, he supposed, but at least Voldemort was somewhat predictable. Not like KayKay.
"Women." Harry muttered, turning out the light.
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"Uncle Remmy?" KayKay asked cautiously as he came through the door, "You're not mad, are you?"
She felt very bad after leaving Harry's house, not because of saying she wished he were dead, but because she'd ruined Sirius and Remus's night.
. . . Okay, so she felt a little bad about what she said to Harry. She didn't really want him to die . . . move to Antarctica, yes . . . die, no.
Remus looked at KayKay and laughed, confusing her for a moment until she realized how she must have looked . . . dripping wet, smeared with yellow and red, and sitting timidly at the kitchen table.
"I told you that you could shove him into the pool if you got mad at him, didn't I? It was actually pretty amusing . . ." Remus chuckled.
"Still . . . I'm sorry I ruined your supper." KayKay said. Remus just waved his hand good-naturedly.
"Really, it was fine. In fact, it was rather good—dinner and a show. Could've used more mustard though . . . Anyhow, why don't you clean yourself up while I go mail your invitations? I daresay that those clothes aren't very comfortable."
KayKay nodded, then smiled. "Thanks Remus."
"Anytime," Remus said, saluting with the handful of envelopes. "Private! Hit the showers and get a good night's sleep filled with dreams of your birthday!"
"Sir, yes Sir!"
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Brother Pele's in the back
Sweet Seena's in the front
Cruising down the freeway
In the hot, hot sun
Destination unknown
As we pull in for some gas
A freshly pasted poster
Reveals a smile from the pack
How bizarre
How bizarre
How bizarre
Oh baby,
It's making me crazy,
Every time I look around,
Every time I look around
It's in my face
TV news and cameras
There's choppers in the sky
Marines, police, reporters
Ask the where, for and why
Jump into the Chevy
Headed for big lights,
Want to know the rest
Hey, buy the rights,
How bizarre
How bizarre
How bizarre
Oh baby,
It's making me crazy,
Every time I look around,
Every time I look around
It's in my face
Muchas gracias to OMC for this awesome song that I fear I butchered in order to make it not last forever and a day (call it . . . poetic license?). Chapter songs are a new thing I'm trying with this fanfiction. Muchas gracias to you for reading, please review so I know to keep updating here! Oh, and one last minute thanks to Icy, one of my most dedicated readers, for saving me when I got confused with the new HTML codes!
