Harry Potter and the Divinity Beyond Might and Magic

Chapter Five

Away to Freedom

Harry was laying on his bed on his back just lazily skimming through a book on some lame magic that was just too lame with his head comfortably on his pillow. He knew all the spells, and they were kind of useless. He frowned as he looked to the front cover and realised why – it was his second-year defence book. He had been so board he hadn't even paid attention to what book he was getting out of his school trunk that was out of the way under the desk he had to fix since it had been his cousins, and his cousin didn't know how to look after anything.

However, with the fairy's begging him to let them out, and their filthy little mouths; it was hard to concentrate. They were some sick little Tinkerbelle's, and he was certain they had figured out he understood them by now they had made him laugh once or twice and made him blush a lot more with some of their 'wildness'.

"We'll be your sexy little slaves?! You already have the cages!" one of the adorable fairy girls called out, her voice ringing like a bell; though that wasn't exactly what she said, it was a fairly good English translation. "We could cuddle and lick and… other things with your monstrous human d-!"

"Augh!" Harry interrupted and sat up to glare at the cute fairies while the pixies were sleeping still after having stuffed their faces with candy, they were in the middle of a sugar crash. "Do you ladies, not realise that you are under a spell – you're being manipulated – controlled – messed with?"

"Well… oh course," she agreed while she and her sisters nodded happily as she lifted her little skirt and flashing her tiny self to him. "But how many chances do we get to do some really messed up stuff with a human?"

Harry groaned and gulped as the others started flashing him their bits too as they all started pulling off their clothes, so while ignoring the tremendous amount of laughter in his head he clicked his fingers and his wand appeared in a sphere of blue light into his hand. The fairies flinched a moment later as Harry flicked his wand at them, and a splash of pink light flew at them.

The fairies winced and closed their eyes as they thought they had pushed him too far before they blinked the light from their eyes and looked themselves over to find their little dresses and skirts were gone, and in their place they were all wearing blue jog bottoms with tee shirts and hoodies with little white running shoes on their feet with their wings poking out the back of their hoodies.

"What is this?" one little fairy asked while looking over her new clothes and tried pulling the bottoms down. "They are stuck…" she said while they all tried for themselves before glare pouting at Harry as he looked smug. "What if we need to… relieve ourselves?"

Harry frowned thoughtfully as he looked his book over and shrugged as he took a few minutes waving his wand, crating patterns of light over the book as he mumbled words, and they could only watch it reform and changed into a box, like a small shoe box on its end, but smoother, like a room, and with a wave of his wand the tiny room was surrounded in a blue bubble before it disappeared and in another bubble appeared in the cage and left the 'box' up against one side.

The fairies looked the box over in surprise and confusion as it had a door set into it and a little picture of the outline of a fairy wearing a skirt.

"You'll only be able to drop trouser in there – with the door closed," Harry said smugly, "and not allowed out until you've pulled them back up, and inside is a toilet that will magically remove your 'relief'."

The fairy's glare pouted at him harder before they sulked as they all slumped down onto their little butts in a huff.

Even Merlin was laughing. "Oh, you are sneaky Harry," he was saying through his laughter.

Harry shrugged, as the spells he used alone were pretty simple, and add them together and it seemed much more impressive, so he was feeling self-satisfied as he grabbed a new book from his trunk and flopped back on to his bed. He shook his head in exasperation as he listened to some of the music drifting through the house for a moment as he drunk some of the soda he robbed before he was forced away like a bad toy, and without looking another three bottles of soda appeared in the fairy cage in a blue bubble, but he could sense them pouting as they fluttered around opening the first bottle and getting out the mugs Harry had conjured up for them earlier.

At least the muggles didn't have bagpipes in their bands and the tune was quite awesome; he was surprised that the Dursley's would have good music. Though, they probably had a music subscription or something.

However, he shook away those amusing thoughts as a knock on the door startled him. He looked to the fairies as they looked to him as they recapped the bottle, downing the last of their sodas, and were trying to hide under a few pieces of comfy bedding he had given them to hopefully make them more comfortable while they were sleeping over.

The door knocked again, and Harry quickly jumped up, prioritising he pulled his blanket from where it lay on the floor, making a 'shh' gesture before throwing it over the cages, Hedwig's included before taking a few deep breaths and opening the door.

He had expected his aunt or uncle there to tell him he's a useless loser or something, and he had been hurrying to hide the fairy's so didn't think to spread his senses out, but who else could it be? However, he wouldn't have been expecting a girl (unless Ginny snuck away); her long brown hair was tied back at her waist. Her hazel eyes were warm, and her pretty face, smiling. She was slender, but had a nice bust, and was wearing some tight blue hipsters with a white tee shirt and was about his age.

"Can… I help you with something?" Harry asked, as his eyes automatically flittered to staring into hers, but she didn't have any pink rings, so he was confused as why anyone would bother him when they could be downstairs at the Dursley's party.

'I think I just answered my own question, there, didn't I?' Harry asked.

"Yep," one of the voices chimed.

"So, you're the mysterious, 'evil' 'troublemaking' cousin I've heard about from that loser Dursley?!" she asked looking around Harry in suspicion, but she didn't seem to be that type, but then again, who knew what went through a girls head?

"I don't even think we know that either!" Kalypso interrupted his thought while laughing with a few of her fellow, and more comedic ladies.

"Though, without needing to guess… you're the good one," she continued to inform him, amused as she offered her hand and he took it while feeling more confused than ever, and that was saying something considering his morning. "I'm Amanda, but Amy, or Manda or whatever are all suitable nicknames that I will honour you the great privilege of using if you so desire."

"W-well thanks I guess," he said sheepishly shaking her hand and chuckling in amusement as she offered a joking grin. "I'm Harry; nice to meet you, but if you know my cousin is a dipshit bully, then why'd you come to this dump?"

She laughed with a beautiful smile. "Dad owns a farm and runs his own milk, eggs, juice, veggies delivery service, you know, milkman delivery that kind of stuff, meat too. I go to school with Dudley because apparently he was kicked out of some exclusive boys school for bullying," she said nodding.

"Yeah," he laughed. "I had to figure that one out; not difficult, obviously."

She smiled wider with a nod. "Yeah, anyway, dad pretty much begged me to come when I was invited to try getting some extra clients on the books or something from the place your uncle works. Though honestly as far as I can tell we're doing pretty well, but he does love his job, delivering a fine product and you know; he likes his work and always looking for more clients…"

"Sounds like he really does love his job, if he's willing to suffer through the Dursley's," Harry replied, laughing. "But if I were him, I would run, run far away and then hire a sniper to rid us of this evil!" he said with dramatic flair, which caused her to laugh.

"I like that, a good guy needs a good sense of humour… well so mums always telling me," she replied, her smile wider. "But then she also says he needs a nice body too," she said touching up his chest and nodding in approval as her eyes in fact widened. "And a handsome face," she added with another nod. "So I guess until I find out you're an evil warlock bend on world conquest, we could hang out!" she said giggling so didn't notice his relief as she hadn't called him out as he really wouldn't be surprised if Dudley had loose lips, even though ninety-nine-point-nine per cent of people would just brush it off as him having an imagination – until they knew him a little and realised he didn't have anything that seemed remotely imaginative about him.

"Well, not an evil warlock, I'm the good one," he replied, playing along with a grin. "Myrddin Emrys, at your service?" he said putting on a very bad fake Welsh accent, taking her hand and kissing the back.

"I really wish you wouldn't do that!" Merlin groaned in his head. "Your Welsh accent is rather terrible."

'I was born in Wales!'

"But you were raised… kind of raised, in England," he retorted.

"Wow, a boy who actually knows his myths," Amanda said in surprise, completely unaware of his internal conversation. "So, do you know much about the Arthurian Legends, or just Merlin's given name?"

He chuckled sheepishly. "I know a little bit, but not too much," he said as he probably should have paid more attention in class, but he did have several of the key players in side his mind to get answers from – though Arthur and his knights had little care for joining anyone in the chamber unless they were assisting with Harry's lessons in beating people up without magic.

"That's okay," she said pleased he knew something. "Other than what I've read on Wikipedia I've mostly gotten from TV, books, and films. I just like the thought of all these weird old legends and stuff, you know. I guess for a girl that's quite odd?"

Harry shook his head. "Na, why not enjoy them. If you follow the crowd with Barbie or whatever, then you would be too boring, and I wouldn't want to hang out, now would I?"

"I see, so can I come in to hang out with you?" she asked hopefully, bouncing on the balls of her feet, eagerly as she looked up at him.

Harry gave the blanket hiding his new 'pets' a glance before looking to the beautiful young muggle girl who wanted to spend time with him before stepping aside. Harry figured making a friend was perfectly okay.

"Sure thing," he said, letting her in while she looked around.

"The Dursley's are jerks," she muttered, looking around at the sparse room. "You should contact the authorities…-."

"No," he replied, startling her. "They'll eventually meet karmas wrath – I imagine Karma is cute, got a nice arse… should know I have a girlfriend."

"Oh," she was startled as he had closed the door after her and smiled. "Maybe I could have a word with her," she said with bright red cheeks, "and she would let me borrow you for a while," she said while rolling her eyes. "Just because I'm a girl and you're a guy, doesn't mean I want to give you my… erm; it doesn't mean we can't be friends."

Harry chuckled and nodded while she blushed up a storm. "Don't worry; I am aware that girls think these things too…"

She smiled a little and rolled her eyes, but she did eye him up a little more before she looked around, not noticing him pale when she saw the book on his bed; his Standard Book of Spells grade five. She looked at it frowning and went to pick it up when a tiny sneeze caught her attention causing Harry to panic, as he didn't know what he could do, and didn't want to set fairies on her – or worse, him on her. He would feel guilty and terrible for months if he had to erase her memory; he could use a friend and didn't want to make her forget about him.

"W-what was that?" she asked suspiciously.

"Umm… nothing," he replied, nervous. "J-just my pet hamster, she likes the dark, which is why my…"

He couldn't finish or intercept her as she rushed over and pulled off the blanket revealing the sleeping pixies and napping white owl with the sheepish looking fairies waving at her. She waved nervously back before turning to Harry.

"You have fairies in cage's!" she said, near shell-shocked, but he also surprisingly noticed the reprimand.

"A-actually the blue ones are pixies… umm… Cornish Pixies," he said impishly. "You see, they're all under some evil guys… or just some bastard pranksters love spell so they've been trying to molest me, so I have to keep them captive until the spell wears off in a few days. I'm going to let them leave after and look after them until the spell has worn off… see; they have soda, and a bathroom, and I got the fairies some new clothes," he added the last feeling he had to explain that.

She seemed to deflate as she shook off her shock, looking at him in awe. "I knew I had seen you somewhere before… my brothers are always trying to steal photos of you. I don't care if they're gay or what, but the way they talk about you can be creepy. 'Harry Potter is like a god of magic or something'," she mocked them.

"Actually that's Hekate." Harry couldn't help himself. "I mean, I think, right?"

"Goddess of Magic from Greek mythos," she answered with a small grin. "I'm Amanda Creevey; I think my brother Colin is stalking you."

"Wow. I didn't know the git had a sister," he said in surprise. "So you're a nomaj?" he asked, surprised as he heard that it was uncommon for a muggle-born to have non magical siblings for whatever weird magic related reasons.

"N-nomaj?" she asked, confounded.

He laughed. "Oh, yeah, I thought I would try it out a little. It's the American word for non-magical people like 'not-mage' or something like that. I always kind of… I guess felt that muggle sounded insulting, and kind of ignorant since muggles – I mean nomaj have done quite a lot of amazing things that make sure they are not mugs… well, being more intelligent, or something like that, but the Dursley's are still mugs though."

Amanda couldn't help but laugh and smile wider. "Yeah; that describes the Dursley's, but wow, a magician that actually thinks we're more intelligent," she said in awe while the fairies shook their little fists at the girl homing in on their boy and Harry grimaced at the language they were using before they seemed to squabble secretly together and change tactics.

"Seriously!" Harry said in annoyance while turning to the fairies while they pouted and folded their little arms over their chests, puffing out cheeks and sticking out tongues.

"But… we'll share," their spokes sister suggested. "You could use us inside-."

"Seriously; you ladies need to have your mouths washed with soap."

"If you'll let us-."

Harry turned from them while Amanda looked at him funny. "What?"

"You can speak fairy?" she asked, and he nodded sheepishly. "What were they saying? You looked annoyed."

Harry shook his head sheepishly. "They were… do you think that fairies are wonderful and kind, rainbow and cookies kind of creatures?" he asked the confused girl.

"Well, yeah… but I have a strange feeling that these one's were being rude, weren't they?"

"Yeah," he agreed with a chuckle. "Anyway – we were talking about stupid wizards or something?" he asked just to change the subject as he still had trouble dealing with the fact that fairy's had potty mouths.

"Umm… yeah, actually, I swear Colin and Denis get denser the longer they've been a part of the magical world."

"You sure they weren't always that dense?" he asked jokingly.

She laughed and rolled her eyes. "Now you mention it, you're right, they were," she replied laughing with him as they sat on the bed together. "You're really different to how I pictured you. I had never thought you would be so kind, and look, even though those pixies and fairies are under a spell, I think, looking they trust you, and care about you."

"Yea… they care about being the stars of fairy-human fetish fantasies," he agreed deadpan as he continued ignoring them and had to cut off the voices as they couldn't stop laughing.

"Oh," she replied as she turned to the fairies and had to look away as they were wiggling their little tongues at her suggestively. "Are they usually like that or is it this spell?" she asked in concern.

"The spell, I hope," he answered. "I'm under it too, but it can't force you to do something you wouldn't want too… though, I'm glad you're here to distract me," he said sheepishly and pointed to his eyes. "The pink rings around the green in my eyes is a dead giveaway."

"Oh, yeah, I didn't notice before," she said while leaning forward and gazing into his eyes. "So, anyway; do you want to grab a bite to eat downstairs. If nothing more, it will freak out your 'family'. I should have insisted my brothers tag along; that would have been something to see."

"Umm… sure, I guess," he couldn't help but agree as he took her hand and stood, helping her stand after him, amused he looked to his sulking 'pets'. "Don't complain too much, we're just going to get something to eat, so be good; understand?" he asked in mild reprimand, reassuring them; they sulk-sighed and nodded readily.

"Come on Amy; let's go get something to eat," Harry said leading the girl out of his room with him, closing and securing the door after them. "Though, the Dursley's are going to be pissed, and quite frankly I don't want to eat anything they prepare!"

"You have a point there," she said smilingly as she held his left arm to her body. "I suppose they hate you because you're a mage?" she asked, and he nodded. "Seems quite ironic since you're like the hero and stuff who protects people like them."

He couldn't help but laugh as he held her hand, his arm pulled tightly to her. "They don't give a dam about what I am or what I do. Half the time I think my aunt hates me because her younger sister, my mother was smarter than her, even after joining the nutter brigade, but ultimately I think it's because she didn't get too," he said watching her smile wide as they reached the bottom floor.

"Yeah, I can understand that, but I didn't like my brothers much before they turned out to be wizards, and my opinion of them hasn't changed," she replied while smirking smugly, and leading Harry passed some people who nodded politely or greeted them to the back door where a small teen charged in soaking wet and looking annoyed, shivering. He had brown hair and eyes, shorter than Harry.

"Sorry," he mumble. "Dudley and gang of jerks just attacked me with water guns!"

"You mean they're being dicks?" Harry suggested.

He nodded his head. "Yeah, pretty much man, but they're always dicks!"

"No need to tell me, man, I'm his cousin," he answered, shocking the boy.

"Shit man, you're Harry Potter," he said in surprise. "You don't look like a hardened criminal!"

"Oh right," Harry laughed while Amanda looked baffled. "The Dursley's say I go to some criminal school because they're jealous I was accepted into a prestigious boarding school for gifted kids, and their son is a dunce."

"Wow dude, I knew they were lying jerks," he said, annoyed. "Oh, I'm Jeffery by the way, or Jeff," he said, shrugging as he shook Harry's hand. "It was nice meeting you, but I need to go home and change. I don't live far, and if I choose to come back, we should hang and stuff if you don't ditch," he said before charging round them and out of the kitchen just as Petunia entered with a mop to clean up after him with a sour look.

However, Petunia paused as she saw Harry. "Boy! Why are you not in your room where hooligans like you belong?!" she demanded, her eyes narrowed in anger.

"Yeah, not going to play along with your stupid little games anymore," he said, rather amused as he really couldn't be bothered, and an idea slipped into his head. "Throw me out all you like; I quite honestly would love that. I could go anywhere if I didn't have you, but alas, while I do, Dumbledore forces you to accept me. You do realise though that he would be a push over, and all you need do is tell him to fuck off, and though he'll try to convince you, he will NOT hurt you! He doesn't have the balls for violence against anyone, even people who need a beating; don't get me wrong, he would defend himself, but he wouldn't act on violence for violence sake. He will give in quite quickly if he knows you're serious, and trust me, he'll know."

Harry then led his 'date', Amanda around his aunt out into the back yard into the bright sunlight. He took great amusement in the looks Dudley and his gang shot him as they spotted him with Amanda. However, it was Vernon's look of chewing a lemon that got Harry smiling while the fatty proved he could cook something as he stood at the barbecue.

"That's my mum and dad," Amanda said pointing to the blonde woman and brown-haired man eating very little, just some sausages and a little salad, leading him over. "Mum, dad, this is Harry Potter, one of the most famous magicians on the planet," she said excitedly, startling them.

"Well, it's nice to meet you Harry," Mr. Creevey said in shock. "I must admit I didn't expect my son's favourite celebrity to be related to such…?"

"Scum, hell spawn, turds, take your pick or add one," Harry replied laughingly, amused, the 'party' still going on the majority not noticing anything odd. "I know what the Dursley's are, and you my friend should not do business with people like them. They are vile and would sooner beat your sons to death than look at them if they were ever clued in," he said with a shrug as he was internally amused.

Mr. Creevey looked to his wife and she nodded quickly as he turned back to Harry. "Then we'll be leaving… all four of us," he said it as a command and Harry realised, he meant him too.

"Really?" he asked, surprised. He wondered what Dumbledore would think, but with what he told Petunia, it was likely she would just tell Dumbledore to get lost herself.

"Seems like a good gig to me," Hercules said. "You'll get to hang out with that pretty mortal girl, even if you're not allowed to touch, you can look."

"Of course - we couldn't leave you with these people," he said, smiling. "It just wouldn't feel right, and we pride ourselves on doing what is right."

"You're okay with pets, right?" Harry asked thoughtfully and getting away with people who wouldn't care about Dumbledore was a great idea. He would have to call Gringotts in to sort out some warding on their house to stop Death Eaters from ever bothering them.

"We run a farm, so of course we are," he replied chuckling, but ten minutes later, he was nervous, after an argument with Vernon Dursley and sneaking down a few cages containing lovesick pixies and fairies into the car with a snowy white owl, and the fairies cage was ridiculously heavy because of the little bathroom in with them, so Harry had to carry that, and even he lightened it slightly with magic.

They had just settled in the Land Rover with the adults in the front and 'kids' in the back with fairies and pixies while Mrs. Creevey held Hedwig in her cage where they pulled off, zooming towards home.

"When you said pets, I thought a cat or two, maybe an owl," Mr. Creevey said, driving, nervous, none of them except Harry noticed the free dark fairy at first. She had snuck into his jacket, cuddling with him, but he didn't want to worry them, but that explained why everyone was off on the barbecue if she was up to no good, or good depending on who you were to ask.

"I can set them free once the love spell breaks," he said nervously. "As long as we don't let them out until then, they'll be fine. If you let them out early, they'll molest me."

"Wow, villains will come up with all sorts of odd ways to defeat you," Mrs. Creevey said holding back a giggle while he sighed, nodding in agreement.

"Mum!" Amanda reprimanded making odd gestures.

"Yes, yes, I know honey, you're making your 'moves' so I should back off," she replied making her daughters cheeks explode with flames. "It's also a part of my job to be embarrassing."

Amanda felt like she should cry or wine more, but not with a cute boy next to her as he had been distracted, so she just pretended her mother didn't say anything as she reminded herself Harry was unfortunately already taken.

However, she realised why he was distracted as he had been sneakily using his wand to dress a free fairy that was hiding in his shirt, fluttering and obviously being rude, but once sorted in her new outfit she wouldn't be able to take it off until in the fairy bathroom unless Harry helped her out. He looked concerned, obviously not knowing what to do with her, or how to capture her without using bigger magic.

Harry wondered how long it would take Dumbledore to find him, to try making him see 'reason' like the irresponsible grandfather figure he was to many people, or great grandfather considering how old he was.

He sighed as he knew the adorable little creature was pleasuring herself still through her jog bottoms while tucked away and Amanda didn't know whether she should find that funny or not. She sat, holding Harry's arm and hand as they drove along to get home and far from the moronic Dursley's.

It didn't take long to get to the farmhouse just outside of town with its roaming lands, barns and stables. They could smell the countryside and animals, and Amanda told him they even had horses. Riding horses was apparently fun, but then he thought ridding a hippogriff might have been fun with a saddle, so agreed to not to contradict her.

Harry was pleasantly surprised, it was a little isolated, so it would be easier to set wards, and get away with using magic. He smiled slightly as the sun was slowly beginning to set, which during the summer could take quite a long time.

Grinning, Harry grabbed two of the cages as they parked up, while Amanda grabbed the other two and her mother had Hedwig, and her father grabbed Harry's trunk from the boot.

Harry also had a passenger having calmed down quite a bit sitting quietly like the good little dark fairy on his head, little wings flittering occasionally to keep her balance as he moved.

An old woman at the front door to the large old cottage greeted them. "John, Martha, you're home quite a bit earlier than I expected. If you knew you weren't going to be very late you could have left the boys by themselves and I wouldn't have to TiVo, my shows. I just hope I got it right this time. I would hate disturbing anyone to help me find them on-demand."

"Mum, we have plenty of TVs," her son said with a sigh. "We just had to change plans," he added at her look and letting out a sigh, he knew she preferred her chair at her house to watch what she wanted to watch. "It turns out you were right about those Dursley's being trouble, and I don't want any dealings with people like that, do I."

"I told you so, but you never listen to me," she said snootily. "Anyway, who's this boy and what is that horrible little thing on his head?"

Harry chuckled nervously while the fairies were all shaking their fists at her for being rude. "I'm Harry Potter ma'am… a friend of Colin's from school. I was invited to stay, and they picked me up… yeah, and these are just some," he placed down his pixy cage, "budgies," he said as he clicked the fingers of his free hand and a loud crack made them all jump.

"Oh, umm… right," she agreed nervously as she squinted at the cages, confused. "I see," she answered doubtfully. "Well, make sure they don't poop all over the house, I'm going home," she said as Amanda dragged Harry off into the house as he quickly grabbed the other cage back up.

"Phew, I thought she realised they were real for a moment there," Amanda said in awe. "But what was that – that snap of the fingers?"

Harry chuckled sheepishly. "I just tweaked what she wanted to see, slightly before she got a chance to really take notice… it shifted her perception, and her own mind will fill in the gaps," he said shrugging. "It's not easy to do, but it works fine on those that would rather remain ignorant, and most normal people tend to not want to believe in magic and monsters."

"So… it will only work on someone like gran?" she asked, confused.

Harry chuckled and shook his head. "It depends – it kind of manipulates an ancient form of magic that coats the world. Some creatures like giants and dragons are kind of connected to it or concentrated in it I suppose, so muggles and muggle-born's who don't know about magic will see a dragon, and freak out, even just watching it fly overhead, but because of this… I suppose primal magic they'll convince themselves enough that what they saw was just a plane that they'll completely forget ever thinking they saw a dragon within minutes or seconds even."

"And all wizards can use this trick?" she asked as they had paused in the hallway.

Harry shook his head. "I don't think they know about it… enough to use it, and it doesn't help them that they're just as susceptible," he said thoughtfully. "You see, I'm connected to an ancient power, myself, and voices in my head teach me magic long forgotten."

"O-okay…" Amanda said thoughtfully. "I'll pretend you didn't tell me that voices in your head tell you things."

Harry thought about that for a moment and nodded in agreement. "That's probably a good idea; I'm still not one hundred per cent sure they exist, and I share this connection with Ginny."

"H-Harry!"

They were interrupted and Harry cringed while Amanda gave him a sympathetic look. It was a mousy haired boy a year younger than him. He came from the side room, his eyes wide with surprise and suppressed delight. Harry was just happy to see he didn't have his camera with him. He peered behind him to see Colin's younger brother sitting opposite a large TV that was on the wall with a paused fighting video game showing on screen.

"Oh, umm… hey Colin," he said with a sheepish smile. "Denis, fancy meeting you guys here."

"This is our house," Colin replied, baffled. "Umm… what are you doing with all of those pixies, and those… are they dark fairies?"

"Umm… well, yeah, some dark foe of yet undetermined origins love spelled them to me," he replied, sighing as he noticed all of the dirty little fairies staring daggers at their free sister while calling her names while she was looking smug.

"Well at least only one is out," he replied looking to the quiet one on Harry's head, the pink circles having faded more, but still there, and not being with her sisters to goad her on she was being good, for now at least as she was secretly biding her time and enjoying Harry's company like this.

"Yeah, we caught the rest," Harry laughed, rolling his eyes.

"Well what are you doing with our muggle sister… are you two dating, now?!" he asked, excited at the thought, imagining all sorts, and enjoying the thought of becoming the Boy-Who-Lived, Harry Potter's brother-in-law before his face fell in horror as he looked to his sister. "Its been nice knowing you, Amanda, but Ginny is going to kill you – or dress you up in a maid costume and turn you into her slave."

"Ha-ha!" she replied but she couldn't tell whether he was joking or not.

"Anyway," Harry interrupted sheepishly. "I've been trying out nomaj for a while, give it ago."

"Nomaj?" Denis asked as Colin led them into the game room where there was even a pool/snooker table and darts board with a juice and other things bar. It was quite the huge room and had a clear table to place the cages so they could watch the game, as the pixies had woken during the trip.

"Yeah, the Americans use it instead of muggle," Harry replied shrugging as he flopped down on one of the squishy white leather chairs opposite the huge TV, and since it was a large chair, Amanda took the liberty to sit squished in with him, almost on his lap, which surprisingly got her a thumbs up from the little fairy on his head and that caused her to blush brightly.

"I was kind of thinking that… nomaj, or not-mage sounded less mug like," Harry continued, trailing off a little in though. "… I don't want to be one of… them people, but it's kind of offensive, I think," he said with an uncaring shrug.

It was a little later that that evening, and Amanda was getting a little annoyed as they were all sitting on a large white leather couch in front of the TV; no scratch that, she was getting, a lot annoyed with her younger brothers as they were monopolising Harry's time; time he could be spending alone with her; he was her new friend after all. They get to go to school with him while she only had the rest of the summer holidays.

However, Harry kept giving her little glances and these smiles as if he knew she was getting impatient and wanted him to herself. Though, she already knew that Harry was quite the stand-up guy and didn't want to make her brothers feel bad, so he agreed to play with them, or as they called it, hang and play video games.

Amanda could tell that Harry was getting annoyed, but for a completely different reason. He had faced a giant snake and won. He had faced off against the most powerful Dark Wizard in a century multiple times in his meagre sixteen years of life and come out on top. He had even faced down the most vicious dragon on the planet and walked away with only a gash on his shoulder as proof, which magic easily healed leaving no trace. Then just a few months back he saved the lives of hundreds of mages and captured a crap ton of Death Eaters, alive, since Dumbledore would whine if they all died, which made fighting them even more impressive since it would have been easier to kill them. He had even been hunted down by hordes of pixies and fairies, and now he had them (most) in cages, and not to mention his whole patronus thing and the dementors earlier that day with Hestia and Nymphadora, and other messed up things during his years at Hogwarts; two of the major ones he didn't even have The Source to help him out.

However, Harry couldn't get Sub Zero; his Mortal Kombat character to defeat Scorpion; Colin's character while they played the game on their gaming PC set up by the TV. What would it take him to at least win one round, it didn't even have to be the two to win, win, just one round would delight him.

"Harry; quick, he's going to get you, AGAIN!" Loki roared out as Harry's character dressed as a blue ninja tried dodging but got a kick to the face, sending him flying back.

"You are terrible at this!" Thor cried out in frustration. "Shoot him with your lightning power!"

"He's still using the icy one!" Ra corrected. "He should have chosen one with fire!"

'Would you guys please shut up; I can't lose like this again,' Harry complained just as his character had been gruesomely torn apart.

"At least his death was spectacular!" Hades commented proudly.

Harry groaned as it was frustrating to say the least. At least he had finally figured out how to fire his ice beam power thing and even managed to figure out how to create an ice statue to capture and freeze his opponent for some free shots, but the git still won. Maybe if he had chosen that Raiden one with the lightning powers like Thor wanted, he could have done better.

"Lightning does solve everything," Zeus remarked while Harry could sense Thor nodding in agreement.

However, it didn't help that Amanda kept laughing at Harry because of the annoyed look on his face was apparently amusing, which wasn't nice for her to say, but she was only joking. They had been playing this game for the past hour, and Harry had not even come close to winning. He had even lost to Amanda, but she likely had plenty of time to practice and this was Harry's first time playing a video game.

He had thought that Amanda wouldn't be into video games, (being one of those girls who prefer going out with friends to the movies and whatnot), but she had even beat Colin and Denis, which was something he had cheered at though, and they had sulked too, which made him feel better. They didn't seem to like losing to a girl, but being their sister made it worse, but she had obviously been practising while they were at Hogwarts.

Harry had been using the Sub Zero character since the beginning in the hope that if he could at the very least get the hang of this one character he might actually get the hang of the game enough to win, since this was the first time he had ever played a video game in his life.

He was wrong. Sure, he had gotten pretty good, and fast, but they had been playing a lot longer than him so had more practice time with their favourite characters in the game. Plus they had more experience with computers than him. Why couldn't the magical world have things like this?

It would be awesome to play a quidditch game, or other wizarding-based games even. Like a tri-wizard tournament game. He would have enjoyed the tournament a lot more if he never actually had to do the tasks in person; not that he was lazy but, it would have been less dangerous; maybe a VR game would be good. Though, thinking of the tournament he wondered how Fleur and her sister were doing.

Harry shook that thought off and smirked as he chose Sub Zero once again wondering whether he should perhaps choose Raiden next time, even though he probably would not. He was to invested in this one right now. He only chose this character the first time because he looked cool and seemed to have the most awesome powers.

"Does not," two lightning 'gods' grumbled childishly together somewhere deep in Harry's mind.

Harry internally shrugged, but he wished he could be an awesome ninja with super cool ice powers to kick his enemies' asses with.

"You could do that," Merlin interrupted. "You shouldn't go around doing that, but you could."

"Beauty and hotness will not make me go easy on you, Amanda," Harry purred as she chose her character and they readied for a fight.

Amanda blushed lightly while her brothers looked away uncomfortably, most likely too scared and intimidated by Harry to even attempt some brotherly teasing.

"Flattery won't get you victory, Harry," she chimed singsong, mockingly. He groaned as the fight began and her character started laying waste to his.

Poor Sub Zero...WON?!

Amanda looked at Harry, and to the control pad he was holding to see the free little fairy looking at her smugly where she fluttered above with her little feet and hands pressing buttons on all fours.

"Hell, there is no way I'm losing to Tinkerbelle!" she said while the boys were shocked as they watched the battle commence, but Harry couldn't help but laugh; it was practically mandatory as he found the ultimate cheat code, and she was adorably a bad winner.

Harry wondered how long it took until Amanda wanted to learn all the Arcadian swear words to cuss at her new gaming partner.

"Wow, getting shown up by a fairy," Loki said in pity.

to be continued…