A/N: I know, I know… I took too long getting this chapter out. Well, when you consider that it could have taken me a couple months, it really wasn't so bad. Anywho, I hope y'all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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Harry and Ron left school together after PE and headed towards Harry's house, which wasn't too far away from Ron's, it turned out. Harry needed to get money for the mall and he wanted to introduce Ron to his guardians.

"Sirius? Remus?" Harry called when they entered the house, "I'm home…momentarily…"

Sirius came out of his bedroom and Remus came down the stairs. Both of their faces split into grins when they saw Harry's friend.

"Oh Harry, who's this?" Remus asked happily.

"This is Ron," answered Harry as Ron reached out to shake hands with Remus, "And Ron, this is Remus, and that's Sirius."

Sirius walked over to them to shake hands with Ron. Harry was a bit surprised to see that neither of them were offended by Ron's choice of wardrobe in the least bit. "Nice t' meet you, Ron," Sirius said enthusiastically.

"We're going shopping, can I have some money?"

"Psh… always asking for money, you are…" Sirius rolled his eyes, but it was obvious that he was joking. He pulled out a wad of money from his pocket and handed Harry a couple of notes.

"Thanks Sirius…" Harry smiled, "Anyway, I'll be back soon, 'kay?"

"Call if you need one of us to pick you up," Remus told him.

"A'right!" Harry called while the door closed behind him.

"Wow, you are so lucky that you get to live with cool people Harry…" Ron said with jealousy.

"Yeah, I know. They're like my uncles in a way, but then sometimes it just feels like they're friends I get to live with. We're pretty close," Harry said, "They were best friends with my dad when they were in school."

"Where's your dad and mum?" Ron asked with innocent intentions.

"They were murdered when I was really little."

"Oh…er…sorry…."

"Don't be! I don't even remember them."

"Still… I'm sorry mate…" It was the most serious he had seen Ron so far.

They walked to Ron's house and Harry noticed that from the outside it appeared quite small and shabby. However, when they got inside, he was surprised by how perfectly home-like and cozy it was. Ron's mother came down the stairs to greet them with a huge smile. She scolded Ron quickly for not finishing his chores the previous day and then turned to Harry to pull him into a big hug.

"You must be Harry! It's so nice to meet you," She beamed, "Ron told me about you and I'm so glad I could see you so soon!"

"Mum, make me sound obsessed with him, why don't you?"

Another voice said with a chuckle, "Oh yes, Ron just rants on about you Harry! We can't shut him up…"

"This is Charlie, Harry. He's my oldest brother," Ron nodded to a man who also red hair, and had just come from a door that seemed to lead to the basement, "He's on vacation from Romania where he works with animals."

Harry and Charlie shook hands as another figure entered from the stairs.

"Don't forget t' introduce me, Ron," said a tall man who resembled Ron a bit more because of his eccentric wardrobe. He was wearing a leather jacket and leather boots and his long red hair was pulled back into a ponytail.

"This is my other brother, Bill. He lives with us for now." Harry and Bill shook hands. Harry had the decency not to blush but he thought that Bill was rather attractive.

"Nice t' meet ya. Harry, right?" Harry nodded, "Where's Gin, Ron?"

"Still at school," Ron responded, "Anyway, Mum, I'm gonna go to the mall with Harry. I already got money and I'll be back soon."

"How are you getting there?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

"Er…I was hoping Bill or Charlie could drive us…"

"I'll do it," said Bill, sounding as if he really didn't want to, but he was smiling.

They got into Bill's car and as soon as he turned it on, music blasted through the speakers. Bill quickly turned it down and apologized.

"Aww, turn it up! I like this song," Ron whined, "This is the Buzzcocks, Harry. They're an old old band."

Harry thought that the band was pretty good and they listened to a couple of songs on the cassette tape before Bill switched it to a CD called Vice Squad. Vice Squad had a female singer so it surprised Harry that they were a punk rock band. They had a very political message that they seemed keen to get across and Harry thought that they did it rather well.

They got to the mall and waved good-bye to Bill. "You have cool people in your family too. I would love to have an older brother…" Harry remarked enviously.

"Try having five older brothers and you wouldn't think it was so great," Ron said as they walked through the glass doors to the mall, greeted by the cool air-conditioning.

"Five!"

"Yeah, you can meet two more while we're here. They work at the joke shop."

Ron and Harry walked through the mall, looking through the windows until they got to the joke shop called 'Weasley's Wizard Wheezes'. "That's a tongue-twister," said Harry quietly as they entered the store.

"Welcome," said a voice behind him. Harry jumped and turned around to look at yet another redheaded boy. He was considerably shorter than Ron was, less thin, though his face was splayed with freckles as was the rest of Ron's family.

"Erm…hi, are you Ron's brother?"

"No, that would be me," said another voice from the direction Harry had previously been facing. Harry spun around to face… the exact same person. He looked back over his shoulder again and then back at the person in front of him… he was beginning to think it was part of the place being a joke shop when it hit him that they must be twins. Obviously his realization showed because both twins cracked incredibly friendly grins.

"Oi!" Ron called from a bit further in the store, "Fred, George, how've ya been?" Ron smiled as he walked over to them. "Harry, this is Fred, and this is George. They're my other two brothers."

"Nice to meet ya, Harry. Hope ickle Ronnie's not been too much of a trouble," said the one Ron had said was Fred. Both twins laughed and Ron's ears turned pink.

"Y'know, it's not a good idea to harass your customers," Ron stated.

"Aw, come off it Ron, we were on'y joking," said the other twin, George.

"Anyway, have a look around, Harry. I dare say you'll find something you find more interesting than Ronnie-kins," Fred winked but got an elbow in the stomach from Ron.

Harry looked around the shop as the three redheads argued. It wasn't like any other joke shops he had been into. Sure, they had stink-bombs and invisible ink, but they also had firecrackers, and pellets that did multiple different things to the one who ate them, and they had books that electrocuted you when you opened them. Harry found it quite entertaining and he bought some powder that gave who ever ate it bad gas for an hour. Harry fancied the idea of putting some in Remus's coffee.

Ten minutes later, they left the store, Ron more than a little eager to get away from his older brothers. "They're barmy, the both of 'em," he commented on his brothers, "But they're the most successful of the whole family. They actually dropped out of school just to start that shop and it's been doing great ever since."

"Don't you have one other brother?"

"Yeah, just Percy, but no one talks about him 'cause he just left one day and we never really heard from him…at all. Dad knows where he is an' everything, but they never talk. He insulted the whole family… thinks he's too good for us."

Harry nodded, "Sorry, 'bout that…"

"Eh, it's nothing really."

They walked in silence for a few minutes before stopping in front of a CD store.

Ron spoke up, "Okay, so if you're gonna have this party, which you most certainly are, than you will certainly need music that people will like, meaning we'll be spending a bit of money in this store." He grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him into the store. "For the most part they're pretty cheap and there's a lot of used CDs that you can get for next to nothing. Anything you want that's too expensive, just give it to me and I'll take care of it."

"Errr… you're gonna have to help me with picking out the CDs, Ron…."

"No problem. They don't have to appeal to everyone, just whatever you like… and I like. People will bring their own CDs to play."

"'Kay…"

They walked along the isles of CD. Ron picked out a bunch of CDs from the used section: the Exploited, the UK Subs, Discharge, DI, Conflict, the Germs, the Circle Jerks, Crass, The Adicts, Violent Society, NoFX, the Subhumans, and a few others. Harry was incredibly surprised at how little he had to spend for so many CDs. Ron bought himself two CDs at well: Cheap Sex and PIL. They left the store, Harry pleased at finding a cheap place to buy CDs, and headed towards the other side of the mall.

"Got these for ya," Ron said pulling two CDs out of his jacket. He handed them to Harry: the Buzzcocks and Vice Squad. Harry grinned widely but then frowned slightly.

"I didn't see you buy these," he said curiously.

Ron smiled and said nonchalantly, "Nicked 'em."

"Wow, you did that for me?" Harry was glad to have CDs of those bands; he liked what he had heard of them.

"Don' get all teary-eyed or anything. I do it all the time. Not Kleptomaniac-like or anything though…"

Harry was a bit uncomfortable at the idea that they had been stolen but accepted them appreciatively nevertheless.

Harry followed Ron to the upper-most level of the mall and into a store called 'Anathema'. Even standing outside of the store, Harry felt that he didn't belong. The windows that showed into the store displayed posters of bands covered in piercings and tattoos, or else wearing leather jackets or all black. There was one poster of a guy with needles stuck into his scalp, trickles of blood running down a face covered in black make-up.

There were two sets of double doors to go through before going into the store. Harry found that it was because as soon as you opened up the second set, screaming music was blasted into your ears from speakers all around the room. Upon entering the store, Harry instantly saw that 'Anathema' sold not only posters but also a variety of accessories and clothes. In the back of the store there were shelves of unique shoes and boots as well. He noticed that there were pins like the ones that Hermione and Ron wore in a glass case at the checkout booth. Near the changing rooms, there was a stool that a boy who looked a bit younger than Ron and himself sat upon while a girl next to him pierced his eyebrow. A few other people roamed around the room, looking at posters, CDs, clothes, and accessories.

"This reminds me of one of the stores on Haight Street in San Francisco," Harry said over the music to Ron. Remus had taken him there once when he had been there for work.

"Haight Street?" Ron asked loudly.

"Yeah, there's a bunch of stores like this on one street… plus a bunch or weird stores too…"

"Oh, yeah… we've got one of those. Knockturn Alley. I'll take you there sometime," Ron called back, "So look around and buy whatever you want. I'm gonna look at some of the shoes."

Harry felt a bit nervous wandering away from Ron, but nevertheless found himself looking through a rack of belts next to a guy with a huge pink mohawk and a blue leather jacket. Harry couldn't see what he could possibly buy in that store without looking like what he was sure would be called a poseur. But then his eyes fell upon a black belt with bright yellow letters all around it spelling out 'We Kill For Peace', 'Why do We Kill People Who Kill People to Show that Killing People is Wrong?' and various other anti-war phrases. Being anti-war himself, Harry immediately loved the belt. It had a thin, bright purple chain that ran underneath it, but Harry wanted it nonetheless.

Ron approached Harry with a pair of big black combat boots (without the huge heel or platform that most boots have these days). "Been wanting these for months," Ron said, grinning. "Are you buying that?"

"Yeah, what do you think of it?"

"It's cool. I like it. It can be your trade-mark thing."

"Hi Ron!" said the girl who had been piercing the boy's eyebrow.

Ron turned around, "Oh, hey Wednesday."

Wednesday had very long and very straight brown hair with purple streaks in the front. Her eyes were outlined thickly with black eyeliner and she was wearing all black clothes with a band patch on her breast pocket. "Who's this?" she asked Ron.

"This is Harry, he's new here,"

She took one look at Harry and practically squealed, "He would look soo good in eyeliner!" before taking a black pencil off of a shelf, unwrapping it, and pulling Harry onto the stool. "Close your eyes," she told him firmly.

Without protest, Harry closed them and felt her trace along his eyelashes. His eyes twitched a little as she did this. "Now open them and look up," she said and then she traced along his bottom eyelashes. "Sooo hot!" she exclaimed when she had finished. She showed him a mirror. Harry liked it and he decided to purchase the eyeliner she had used on him. He thanked her and got off the stool.

Ron, who had been looking through a sales rack while Harry had been getting the eyeliner put on him, handed Harry a pair of shiny, black plastic pants. "You can wear them at the party." Since they were cheap anyway, Harry decided to just try them on when he got home. "Alright let's get out of here."

At first Harry thought Ron was talking about just leaving with the stuff, right there in front of everyone, but he was relieved when he walked up to the register.

"Hullo Ron," said a blonde girl with a green and pink streak in the front of her hair. She was pale with freckles and wore heavy eye make-up and a plaid scarf-like thing around her waist along with a few belts.

"Hey Ash, any job openings?"

"Nope not yet, sorry."

"Aww, alright, well we'll just buy this stuff."

They paid separately and then left the store.

Finally done with their shopping, they were heading to where they had first entered the mall when they saw a group of people that they were not at all eager to encounter.

"Just pretend like you don't see them and maybe they won't notice us," Ron said. Harry nodded but he doubted they would go unnoticed considering Ron was hard to not see.

They had nearly passed the group of people when a drawling voice said, "Look, it's Weasel and New Boy Potty."

Both Ron and Harry spun around to look at Draco Malfoy and his group of friends. Ron jaw was set and Harry just looked annoyed."What do you want, Malfoy?" Ron asked scathingly.

"Oh, nothing, nothing—are you wearing make-up, Potter?" Malfoy and his friends burst out laughing.

"What a fag," said Blaise Zabini. Harry felt his face turn red from both anger and embarrassment. He wasn't ready for this, they weren't supposed to find out so soon.

"Shuttup you fucking shit-heads!" Ron said in Harry's defense, dropping his bags to the ground.

"Ooooh, what are you gonna do, Weasley? Tell your minimum wage pig of a mother on us?" Draco was provoking Ron and Ron was rising to the bait.

"Say that again Malfoy, just say it again…" Ron was advancing on him, fists clenched. Harry couldn't just leave him there like that. He looked at Goyle and Crabbe who were cracking their knuckles.

"Ron…."

"Hold on, Harry."

"Yeah, Potty. Weasley wants to see if he can do some damage…" Zabini was part of the game too.

"Will you bloody dumb-fucks give up already? Just 'cause you've got nothing better to do then hang around a mall picking fights doesn't mean we're gonna play into your stupidity." Harry said courageously.

They all looked at Harry silently for a moment, even Ron. Before they could respond, Harry grabbed the redhead by the arm, picked up their bags, and stormed out of the mall, but not before looking back at Malfoy. Draco looked away as soon as Harry's eyes met his.

"Thanks, Harry. Sometimes my temper gets the better of me."

"No problem."

"That was stupid, them calling you a queer just because you're wearing eyeliner. How narrow-minded."

"Yeah..." Harry wished that it was as stupid to him as it was to Ron.

Bill picked them up again and dropped Harry off at his house. When he got to his room he immediately put one of the new CDs into his stereo. He tried on his new pants, satisfied when they fit him perfectly. They hugged his hips and thighs nicely, and then flowed down the rest of his legs. He went through all of his CDs that night, liking some more than others. It was about half way through the stack that he had the sudden urge to rip up some of his clothes. The music must have been getting to him because he found himself cutting long slits into his shirts, sweaters, and pants.

In another room of the house, Remus and Sirius were talking about him again.

"So, do you think that was the guy," asked Sirius.

"No. No way. Harry said that they didn't get along so he wouldn't just bring him around…"

"Yeah, and he was being a bit too casual with him…." Sirius mused, nodding. Remus looked at him, eyebrows raised and a grin spread across his face. "What?"

"Nothing," answered Remus, "Nothing at all…"

"Looks like Harry's really gonna have this party then," Sirius changed the subject, grinning as well now.

"Yup, I suppose so…"

"You saw all those CDs he bought… gosh I wish I could go to his party. Pretend I'm some party-crasher…."

"Wait, we won't be there?"

"'Course not! Tha'd be stupid."

"Yeah, but…parental supervision….we're cool!"

"You sound like me, Remus!"

A/N: K, that's all folks. I was a bit verbose so I didn't get to put in the rest of what I had planned for this chapter. However, the next chapter will hold the Lacrosse tryouts and I think the chapter after that will be the party chapter. And please do not associate 'Anathema' with Hot Topic. Sorry, I don't like that store. Also, about that poster with the guy and the needles in his head, there was actually a goth band that did that on stage. Can't remember the name right now though.I hope you all enjoyed and—

Harry: Well, you haven't gotten any flames yet, have you?

Me: No, I haven't. But don't jinx things, please.

Draco: Harry, you better not have a thing for Bill Weasley!

Harry: Of course not, but you can't deny that he's totally hot!

Draco: I guess not, I just can't believe he's related to Ronald Weasley…

Ron: Hey! You can't say that about me, Malfoy!

Me: Get out of here Ron. Nobody loves you.

Ron Fans: GASP!

Me: 'Cept them…

Draco and Harry: REVIEW if you want smoochie-smoochies from us!

Ron: Or me!