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Chapter Two!

Then There Were Ten - Part 1 (From Season 1 Episode 1)

31st of May 2001:

It had been nearly nine and a half years since Maxwell Tennyson picked up Harry and took him to his son Carl and daughter-in-law Sandra "Sandy" Tennyson. The first few months of Harry living with them were hard on them. Taking in Harry, and completely accepting him into their home felt like a betrayal to their son, that they were forgetting him, but over the following months and years they were able to able to look at Harry and not feel as if they were forgetting their birth son.

Over the years Carl and Sandy made sure that Harry did his best at what he set out to do, anything he wanted to do they would support him. Even if he failed, they praised him for doing his best. They made sure that he did well in school mostly, seeing how smart they knew he was. He was a bit of a prankster and loved getting into mischief, and sometimes it did get him into trouble.

Harry was an active child, his main interests being football, martial arts and baseball, and he was even on the local teams for his age group. He still had a long ways to go when it came to his martial arts, but it was understandable, being his latest hobby, only started within the last year. Despite his interest in martial arts, and his decent aptitude for it, he was still bullied due to the scar on his head. A silly reason, but children weren't known for their nice and understanding nature. He asked his parents about the scar, but they gave the standard excuse of telling him when he was older. He didn't like the idea, but he knew his parents would tell him when they were ready.

He was a bit more built then a normal ten year old due to his hobbies. He wore dark-green shirt with black accents on the shoulders and sides, along with black cargo pants. He also tended to enjoy wearing combat boots he'd convinced his parents to buy him after having his toes stomped on more than a few times.

While he wasn't bullied as hard as most kids, mostly due to his ability and willingness to fight back in every sense of the word, it did create a strong resentment for bullies in Harry. This had fuelled Harry to stand up for a lot of his weaker classmates, even if it came off like he was the one bullying the stronger meaner students, he didn't let the jeers of supposed hypocrisy bother him.

Harry didn't press his parents on the scar issue for one reason; despite being mature for his age, he enjoyed acting like a child immensely. He was a little boy, and he enjoyed the freedom that brought. He knew children who tried to act older, but saw that most of the time they weren't happy with it. Most were forced into the role due to a missing or irresponsible family member, while others wanted to feel more important, more mature, by acting like grownups, while others were so smart they just felt, and rightly so usually, that they just couldn't fit in with their peers. In doing so they would act more mature then they really were. Sometimes Harry could even respect a few of these children, because they knew when to stop and just have fun, they could balance out their serious attitudes with an open mind, but for the most part the children he knew that acted like this were inherently unhappy.

His philosophy wasn't completely solid though, because Harry himself was quite diligent and serious about his school work. This was only one of the exceptions to his personal beliefs, but wasn't the only time he got serious about things. It was confusing, and maybe even hypocritical to have a moral code that flexible, but that's just the way he was.

But none of that mattered, because today, the last month of May, the eyes of Harry Tennyson, ten year old school boy, just like those of the entire class, were glued to the slowly ticking hands of the clock on the wall of their classroom to hit three o'clock. It was the last day of school for Madison Elementary School before the summer break and the entire class was jittery with anticipation.

The teacher's voice droned on about something, but everyone in the room that was paying her enough attention knew that she was just as excited for summer break to start as they were. A palpable feeling of barely contained excitement finally burst as the minute hand struck the hour and the class gave a loud cheer. "Have a fun summer everyone!" The teacher cried to the students as they sprinted outside.

Harry ended up having to go back and grab his backpack, because in his excitement and desire to be the first out the door he'd ended up forgetting it. He shook his head, grinning despite his blunder, and took a deep breath as he stepped outside.

This relaxing breath was interrupted by a cry for help though. He turned his head with a jerk to see three of the school bullies from his year, J.T and Cash Murray and a third he'd never seen before huddled together around something while a girl his age yelled at them to leave her alone.

Without hesitation Harry ran over. "Hey, what are you three doing?" He demanded, "Isn't bullying girls below you three, I thought you were somewhat better then that J.T, Cash."

The three students jumped at the unknown voice addressing them and stepped back, revealing a black cat with it's hind legs tied together with what looked like shoe lace. Its front legs would have been tied too, evidenced by the slack lace around them, but Harry's interrupted stopped them before they could tie it.

"Well if it isn't Jackie Chan! Here to save the day?" Cash, the leader of the bullies mocked.

Harry glowered at them, he knew J.T and Cash had never sank this low before. They'd bully the boys for their money and that, but they never picked on girls. He could only guess they were either showing off or moving up the ladder of bullying. "What's wrong with you Cash? Why would you hurt her cat like that? Are you trying to show off for your new friend or something?" He asked.

The new kid of the now trio of the school bullies answered with a snicker, "Because it's so funny to watch cats jump around with their feet tied together. We got a bet going to see how long it can stay on its feet." J.T and Cash just smirked.

Harry tensed, ready to turn this into a physical confrontation, something the bullies noticed as the new kid brought his hands up like a boxer, looking smug. "Don't think you can beat me, my dad taught me some boxing moves. You won't stand a chance with that kung fu shit!"

J.T and Cash burst out into excited giggles at the use of a grown up swear, but likewise brought their hands up in a fair imitation of their new friend. They liked the idea of him showing up Harry, who thought he was tough because he knew how to fight, it was good to see someone who knew his way around a fist fight to put Harry down a peg or two.

The little girl behind them closed her eyes, wincing as several meaty thumps were heard a few feet away. The cracked open her fingers when she heard a high pitched squeal, only for her mouth to open in surprise and shock as she saw Harry up in a tree, hanging from a branch by his underwear.

"Oh that was good Justin!" Cash exclaimed, "That'll show Tennyson try and not to act like the trough guy."

"Yeah," agreed J.T, "that was a good hook, it winded Tennyson good."

"My father taught me Boxing since I was five." Justin bragged.

"Well we had our fun for the day, let's go and get some smoothies from Mr. Smoothy." Cash suggested as he and his two friends walked away.

Once they were gone, Harry took a pair of scissors from his back pocket and cut himself down, he was thankful it was the last day because he wouldn't have them on hand otherwise. Once he was down, he walked towards the young girl and her cat, bending over he cut the string with a deft *snip* the cat was set free, which he picked up and carried over to her.

"Here ya go, I'm Harry by the way." He introduced himself with a smile.

"Sabrina Spellman, and thanks for helping me and Luna out." Sabrina replied with a bashful smile of her own. "I'm sorry that you were caught up with what happened and you ended up in the tree."

"Meh." Harry shrugged it off. "I don't like bullies, and I stand up to them and much as I can, even if I do end up in a tree or head down the loo every now and then. I usually win more than I lose, but they outnumbered me this time. Anyway, I couldn't allow them bully a cute little thing like you around now could I?"

Sabrina blushed at the compliment, but before she could say anything, an RV pulled up in front of the school. It was fairly standard for an RV, but was definitely one of the larger models on the market. It was light tan in colour, with three horizontal stripes ringing the middle, one large, and two paper thin above and below that one. It was clearly old, the areas around the wheels beginning to rust and the paint chipping. Harry recognized it as Grandpa Max's Rust Bucket just as an old man wearing a white shirt covered by a red button up shirt with a floral design and blue pants stepped out.

"Harry, over here!" Max called, waving an arm.

"Well I gotta go, I'll see you around." Harry said as he saw Grandpa Max.

"Ah, yeah, Thanks again." She waved as he ran off.

"... I don't know why you didn't just make them make a mess in their pants." The cat in Sabrina's arms suddenly said in a deep male voice as Sabrina walked off back to her aunts.

"Shush you, remember cats can't talk. And just because I'm a witch doesn't mean I can just go around hexing people." Sabrina chastised, repeating what her aunts had told her very firmly. "No matter how much I want to." She grumbled quietly.

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As Harry hopping into the Rust Bucket he couldn't help but ask, "Hay Grandpa Max, why are you here? I thought we were meeting up at home?"

"Oh I thought we could pick you up before we head off to the Camp Site." The older man said in his usual jovial tone.

"We?" Harry asked, wondering why he suddenly got a sinking feeling. He turned his head, only to see his cousin Gwen, a cousin that he couldn't get along with because of her mature bossy know-it-all attitude. She never had fun, and as far as he knew, she didn't have any friends either. Seeing her he blurted out, "What are you doing here?"

"Take it easy Dweeb, it wasn't my idea to be here." She scowled, "Someone," She turned her glare Granpa-ward as she said this, "convinced my mom it would be a good experience for me to come camping this summer."

"Please Grandpa, please tell me that you didn't!" Harry whined, not liking the idea of spending his summer with Gwen.

"I thought it would be fun if your cousin came along camping this summer." Max explained, then giving Harry an evil eye, he added, "Is that a problem Harry?"

"No Grandpa, it isn't," Harry said, knowing that there wasn't another answer to give. "But can we at least stop by the house so I can get my things?"

"No problem Harry." Grandpa Max said, back to his cheery self.

Harry had some clothes and snacks he wanted to pick up, but also the money he'd saved up from doing chores for the family and neighbours over the school year for this summer - a few hundred dollars or so. The trip there was made in silence, neither of the children having anything to say to the other, and their grandfather was too engrossed in the radio show that was on to try and strike anything up. A brief stop at the Tennyson's and a precautionary bathroom break, they started their journey to the camp site they would be staying at that night.

When they left the Tennyson's Harry finally said with a sigh, "I can't believe it, I've waited all school year for this trip and now the queen of books and responsibility is along for the ride."

"Hey I've had my own plans for the summer too you know." Gwen snapped, not about to take this affront without defending herself. She pulled out a sheet of paper that had different coloured bars covering it. She went on to explain, "Each day is coloured coded so that I wouldn't do the same thing two days in a row. But now I'm with my geekazoid of a cousin, camping for three months."

"Well at least I'm not a freak who colour orders her day to make sure she doesn't do the same thing two in a row!" Harry exclaimed in disbelieve. "You're supposed to be a kid, we don't colour code our day, we just... do whatever. Who cares if you do the same thing twice if you enjoy it! No wonder no one wants to be around you, Freak!"

Gwen growled at the modicum of sense her cousin was spouting, "Doofus!" She yelled in frustration.

Harry growled right back, "Stuffy hag!"

And at that point any hint of maturity in their argument flew right out the window, because it dissolved into the children yelling insults at each other. Half of Harry's weren't even insults at all, along the lines of 'Rule abider!', while a good quarter of Gwen's left Harry staring blankly at her, having never heard of the word before.

Up front Max sighed as they finally stopped, settling for glaring at each other. "Something tells me that this is going to be a long summer."

TO BE CONTINUED!

Author's Notes: Here ends the next chapter of Harry Tennyson, I hope you like it. Now that you spent the time to read this story, could you spend a few minutes to review and let me know what you think of the story? Like it or not, I would like to hear what you think and what you would like to happen next.

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