Disclaiming You!?

King of Bandit

Chapter 11

Foretold

Harry and his group sat around a large table in the pizza restaurant eating quietly as no one really knew what to say to each other after everything that had happened recently. Harry was still a little exhausted after everything and wanted to kill the bastard that had obviously jinxed him with bad luck. If there was no one, then shooting something, or a Death eater would be cool enough stress relief, or Ginny, she could relieve his stress anytime.

However, that did not bother him nearly as much as the quiet that had descended upon the group, as it was both uncomfortable and deathening. He was just thankful everyone seemed to be enjoying their meal and not complaining about anything that couldn't be helped.

Shaking his head he reminded himself that he at least managed to enjoy some time with Ginny in-between fights before he looked around the table. He decided enough was enough, and broke the awkward quiet with what he hoped they would find amusing even though he was sure it wasn't anything but a boring observation.

"Is it just for me or do the Death Munchers always attack that frequently?" he asked with a smirk as most of them jumped at the sudden sound of his voice.

"It depends," shrugged Bill Weasley. "Sometimes they can be quiet for weeks or even months at a time, and others they might attack three days in a row, or more, and multiple locations on the same day," he answered seriously causing Harry to groan internally.

"Yeah, you just got unlucky," agreed Remus Lupin sadly. "You just turned up on one of their more adventurous 'outings'."

"Oh, well," he answered rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "So does anyone know why nobodies managed to kill Voldemort yet?" he asked, ignoring the flinches that most had when he said the name, which was creepier than Voldemort.

"No one's powerful enough," answered Arthur Weasley. "Dumbledore's the only person You-Know-Who has ever feared but even Dumbledore can't finish him. Though, I suppose Dumbledore has promised to try harder now, and fighting like he did in Diagon Alley we might stand a better chance."

Harry sighed as the conversation abruptly ended with mostly everyone else nodding in agreement to Arthur's words. He realised these people were just depressed and needed some more hope in their lives, or someone to lighten the mood, or kick them.

Harry smiled as Rose was sat the other side of him next to June and she was biting her lips to stop laughing while Ginny sat the other side of him snickering too as he wasn't getting much conversation and they found it amusing for some reason. He liked to see them enjoying themselves after everything they had been through, and suspected that Sahara had made Rose feel better when they got to her house.

He shrugged and rolled his eyes at the pair of troublemakers. "So why hasn't Dumbledore tried to kill Voldemort. He's pretty bad-arse powerful when he wants to be! And I'm certain that's not even his full range of arse-kicking."

"Because of the prophecies," Sirius readily piped in as he hated the quiet as much as Harry did when they could all be chatting and laughing, enjoying a good laugh together without the previous calamities of battle.

Harry looked at them in suspicious surprise. "Really?" he asked and they all nodded in agreement. "Okay, I'll bite… what they say?" he asked having his curiosity piqued.

"The first one, well, only a few people know and Dumbledore doesn't want it spread around," Sirius spoke before anyone else got the chance. "So we can't tell you unless he says its okay. But the second one was foretold in front of hundreds of people. It was even in the papers. These idiots want Voldemort gone, but they publish stuff like this. They might as well help him."

Harry snorted in amusement and rolled his eyes. "Well they are the press! I would expect nothing less from the parasites! So what's the second prophesy say?"

"The one… vanquished the Dark Enemy, will have to do so again…" began Hermione in a gentle tone as she recited in full. "This time with hope, the dark one shall stay forever gone… with the power the dark knows not, the dark could fall. However, it is only likely if the one with the Mark of Lightning becomes one with the Aurora of the Phantom…" she finished with a soft sigh of frustration.

Harry frowned in thought as everyone stared expectantly at him before he finally spoke to himself, "so I have to screw my own sis…" he began, but stopped as he saw all of their eyes widen impossibly before shaking his head clear and giving a nervous chuckle. "Err… I have no clue what that means. Do you guys have any idea?"

"W-what...? What do you mean screw me?" Rose suddenly demanded; glare pouting over the table at him. "That's what you were going to say, right?" she continued glaring, even though her insides squirmed at the thought and weren't as against the idea as she wished they were. Her words made everyone but Harry go bright red in the checks, and a few of the girls had to picture it for later playful-mocking.

"Oh yeah," he laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Sorry. I have a bit of a dirty mind sometimes; it's a teenage boy thing I think, so I was taking it too literally, my bad."

She nervously chuckled, bright red in the cheeks for thinking naughty things too while the others watched in fascination, (her close friends), anger and jealousy, (Ron), disgust, (Mrs Weasley), and everyone else in embarrassment.

"So you think you're this phantom, huh?" asked Remus to alter the subject from dangerous grounds. He didn't want Ron or Molly going off on an angry rant right now. Sometimes he wondered who the real kids were.

Harry shrugged. "I don't know. I suppose I could be, but other than doing it," he began, holding back from snickering at everyone's embarrassment. "The only other way would be a fusion technique of some kind."

"You-you mean to literally become one?" asked Rose nervously, and hoping that the end result of something like that would keep her-them female, as being a boy sounded weird. Harry nodded. "As in one person?" she asked to clarify the matter. Harry again nodded. "Okay, just so I completely understand you mean a bit of magic or something that could in effect fuse, say me and Hermione together to create someone completely new and different?"

Harry laughed a little as he imagined the effect that might have had, but nodded as he watched all eyes on him. "Yep, we could call you Romione."

"That's just stupid!" Ron suddenly put in angrily. "And why would she be called that anyway?"

"Because it's a cross between Rose and Hermione, stupid...!" Bill piped in rolling his eyes. "And the idea of fusing two people together holds merit and has been studied. It has been theorised that two equal wizards combining their power into one form could more than triple their overall strength and magic."

"But that doesn't make sense," Sirius put in his two knutts. "Shouldn't it only double their strength?"

Harry laughed, shaking his head. "Actually Bill is correct. The effect is called fusion amplification. Because you take two masses of power, and energy equalling each other to create a completely new power, one greater than the other two; you're not creating two people in one body but a completely new entirety, therefore, for reasons I'm afraid I'm not smart enough to comprehend you create an amplified body. In essence you kill or destroy two people to give birth to a third even greater than both of them combined, with all of their knowledge and experiences."

"B-but it would be wrong to even try such a horrid thing just for power!" Molly put in hoping to put a stop to such talk.

"Maybe," Harry agreed with a shrug. "I don't know whether it's possible anyway. And I doubt very much whether Rose and I could fuse because if you hadn't noticed I'm male and she's female."

"What difference would that make?" asked Remus in curiosity.

"A lot," said Bill. "If a potential fusion fails the opposite of its intent will happen making the fused wizard and witch weaker than a kitten. They have to be relatively even physically at least, but to attune their magic to the same level."

"Also, if we could fuse, say she jumps up in strength and magic, " Harry said with a thoughtful frown, "we would become female because of birth and genetics, as all humans as far as I know are conceived female-."

"You're an idiot!" Ron retorted while Rose looked relieved at that and didn't doubt her big brothers scientific knowledge. "I was never a girl!" he spat out angrily, but at least he understood something, and wasn't completely stupid. Though, he did misunderstand everything else about what Harry said, but he at least understood that tiny bit.

"I wasn't aware of that, but then I'm not a mediwizards," Bill said, chuckling. "That sort of knowledge is more common in the muggle world because of planetary mass media."

"So Harry," June suddenly interrupted, blushing as she didn't want to hear the weird talk as it was embarrassing, "what would happen if you fused with, say…Arctic...?" she asked, changing the subject back. She ignored the others staring curiously at her, most of whom didn't know who Arctic was as they hadn't met him before.

Harry looked at his little sister and smiled; she had been so quiet up until now. "I don't want to sound big headed or anything but we would become near invincible."

A small intake of breath ran around the table at his proclamation before the silence was broken by a waitress, "excuse me, could I get your table anything more?" she said smiling at Harry as she wasn't long out of school and fancied him, but then many other girls were looking over occasionally too.

"Hmm… sure, you can refill all of our drinks, thank you," he agreed.

She smiled some more and hurriedly collected all of their glasses onto a tray. "Is that all?" she asked just as a large brown barn owl flew in through an open window and landed on the table. The waitress looked down at the bird. It had a large letter tied to its leg as it waited proudly for someone to remove its delivery.

"Erm… would the owl like a drink too?" the waitress asked uncertainly as she had not been given instructions from her boss on the protocol for the rear possibility she would have a bird letter deliverer at a customer's table, believe it or not, it wasn't a common thing to happen, or she would say, never happened but she wanted to be polite to the hottest boy in the place.

Everyone looked up at her in surprise, most of them not having a clue how to respond, but Harry threw her a large grin, and a wink that lit her cheeks up. "No thank you, I'm sure he's well looked after at the Magi Post Offices, and I'm sure he'll have more deliveries he won't want to miss out on." He laughed as the owl ruffled his feathers in agreement and allowed Harry to remove the letter.

The waitress smiled at Harry with her blush lightening before nodding. "Well, okay if you're sure," she agreed as she watched the bird take flight out of a window before she turned her attention back to Harry and his baffled dinning partners. "Well I'll be back with your refills in a few minutes," she said smiling as she quickly hurried off.

"What the hell are the Ministry playing at?" demanded Molly angrily as she looked around at all of the muggles going about their business while a few children were happily waving the owl off as they had watched in astonishment, while Harry opened the letter. "That was a blatant disregard for magical security."

"Yes, that was odd," agreed Arthur. "But what does the letter say?" he asked as no one even sought any kind of explanation, so everything seemed okay to him at least.

"Oh, not much, just that school will be starting tomorrow instead of today," replied the young bandit.

"Well that's good and all, Harry," said Remus with a frown. "But did you realise you told her where that owl came from and she didn't even double-take, or ask you questions? In fact, it seemed like she didn't find anything odd about that at all. She believed you and just carried on with her job."

Harry shrugged while a few like Molly and Ron glared at him. "I could juggle fire and mostly everyone would think it was cool, so what?" he shrugged. "I once got into a fight with this guy... a friend of... well, a friends brother. It was in the middle of a mall, and we used magic, but the world carried on."

"Really?" asked Ginny in surprise and a little suspicious as it sounded like this 'friend' was more than that and her brother didn't realised how awesome Harry was. He just grinned and nodded as a small flame ignited on each fingertip of his right hand. "And the muggles don't care that it's magic?" she asked in amazement.

He shrugged. "Not really. The open minded people don't care, and don't think it's odd or anything to concern themselves with as I'm not being a threat, and the closed minded ones are affected too much by the mist so they just don't notice, their minds just make up excuses that they buy and over a bit of time they forget altogether. After all the human mind is such a wondrous thing." Harry chuckled as the flames snuffed out on his fingers one by one.

"I guess it really is, but what's the mist?" asked Arthur confused.

"What are you talking about?" Molly suddenly asked. "Mist?" she looked confused. "Has that waitress taken our empty glasses already?"

"Erm, yes dear," Arthur answered even more confused.

"Hey, you're supposed to be a teacher right?" Ron suddenly demanded glaring at Harry. "So when will the Ministry tell us when we can get to school...?"

Everyone but Harry looked at the pair as if they had lost their minds. "Cause and effect," he commented, shrugging. "It tends to happen more outside of all of your magical barriers," he said, amused as he along with the others stared at Molly and Ron, both mother and son looking somewhat confused. "The mist isn't actually magical – well not in the conventional way. It's kind of psychological in a way; a wave of changed reality and perception that protects fools.

"We just call it that because it's like a mist over the conscious mind, blocking out crap their beliefs can't, wont, or shouldn't understand, like a huge magical security blanket over the world. It's why the open minded don't care or think much of magic. The older you are the more likely you are to be affected; if you're set in your ways, ignorant, arrogant, or stupid.

"Though I'm sure it wouldn't have affected Ron like this in a safe learning environment like Hogwarts where his beliefs are still open to change, plus the wards would be a great help as they numb the mist. I bet none of you remembered hearing anything about the destruction in New York State? I don't have a clue what was going on myself, but it was huge and not one mortal seems to have a clue anything happened apart from a huge 'storm'. The Guild was investigating it, probably still is, but as far as I know, they haven't found anything yet."

"The Guild...?" Ginny asked, but Sirius had spoken over her.

"Then Molly and Ron won't remember this conversation either?" asked Sirius with a smirk as Harry nodded in agreement.

"Wow, now I know where Ron gets it from," Bill commented with a frown, his mum and brother just staring at him in bafflement.

They had been found by another owl, telling them to return to the Order HQ for a meeting in an hour, so they soon arrived at the Leaky Cauldron, and floo'd to headquarters. It was a place call Grimmauld Place. They exited into a large kitchen-dining room. They had arrived back for the purpose of a meeting with Dumbledore and his Order of the Phoenix, as Harry had seemed to have been recruited without his knowledge or consent, but he didn't care; the more allies, the more power to protect his sisters and friends.

"You should have seen it Hermione," Ginny was saying as she was still telling her all about the fight in Diagon Alley, and then with the trolls while looking to Harry with a dreamy grin, "he doesn't even have a wand, he just, boom, boom, and boom; he was awesome."

"Really?" interrupted a gravelly voice from the door. An old man with a wooden leg and a huge spinning eye, with loads of scars over his face stood, "so boy, how'd you do it with no wand?"

He shrugged, "wizards are weaklings?" he suggested. "They all had glass jaws? They're slow? I could go on?"

The man nodded when suddenly his wand was in his hand, and pointed at Harry, "a likely story; you're a Death Eater aren't ya? This is some kind of elaborate ruse, isn't it?!"

Harry raised an eyebrow, "put your stick away old man," he replied calmly as his blade shot out of his sleeve.

Moody grinned evilly, "what's that?" he demanded. Suddenly in less than two seconds, Harry was swiftly and silently on the table and then in front of Moody, blade to the old man's throat, hand around his wrist pushing the wands' point away from anyone in the room.

Harry smirked, "what do you think Alistor Moody; you're supposed to be the best? The famous Auror...?"

Moody gulped; "what are you? No human can move that fast."

"Obviously you're mistaken," he retorted as his blade retracted, and he released the older man, "I don't appreciate having a wand pointed at me."

"He's so cool," said Hermione, Ginny, Rose, and June, dreamily staring at him.

"Hey!" said Ron frowning angrily.

The girls blushed when they realised what they said, "what Ron?" asked Hermione, gulping.

"Stop drooling over the weirdo; he's not even human," he retorted glaring at Harry.

"Yes I am," replied Harry, coolly.

"Moody said you're not," he retorted.

Harry rolled his eyes, "so if I'm not human, what am I?"

"A vampire maybe...?" Moody suggested.

Harry chuckled, "I was out during daylight, did it not ever occur to you that you're just weak and slow?" he asked taking a seat next to Hermione, Ginny immediately sitting the other side of him while the gruff man chuckled and placed his wand away. The old ex-auror only wanted to see some of what the man to be legend had that he had heard about, first hand, and he was more than impressed.

Harry grinned as June sat opposite him, as the conversation turned to brooms. "What broom do you have?" he asked her, and she looked down sadly.

"I don't have one," June admitted sadly. "Dad said I don't deserve a broom as I'm no good!"

Harry frowned while he looked to Rose.

"I didn't know you wanted a broom, June! You should have said and I could have made him get you one," Rose said guiltily.

"I don't want to be a bother," she replied timidly.

"You will never be a bother," Harry said with a grin while she looked at him in happiness. "How about after the Order meeting I take you back to Diagon Alley and order you any broom you like?" Harry suggested with a grin.

"Really?" she asked in awe and surprise, "but that's got to be too expensive." However, Harry only shrugged.

"How could you afford that…?" Sirius asked in surprise, "where'd you get all of that money?"

"I work," he shrugged, "I'm err. I'm a bodyguard," he lied almost smoothly, but smooth enough for them to buy it, especially with his talents.

"Don't tell Dumbledore that or he'll have you following Rose around twenty four seven," said Sirius amusedly.

"Too, late," he replied pointing the old man grinning by the fireplace as he stepped out of the emerald green flames.

"A bodyguard...?" Dumbledore muttered thoughtfully to himself, "I hope we're not keeping you from protecting someone."

"Na, I came to collect something that was stolen about five years ago by a Lucius Malfoy, everyone else sent disappeared," he said as he knew Malfoy was a Death Eater so thought they wouldn't care if he was going to steel something already stolen, "I'll collect it some other time."

"Malfoy," said Sirius, surprised, "he's a Death Eater," he said, stating the obvious.

"Oh, cool, then I'll bring him in too," he said faking ignorance.

Dumbledore chuckled, the new member looked completely sure he would succeed and he wouldn't and couldn't doubt him thus far. "What is it he's got that people would be sent to retrieve it? He obviously doesn't realise what he has?" the old man asked curiously.

"Sorry, can't tell you now, though I will when I have it, we can even use it, it's the only way for it to be destroyed, as per my clients' wishes."

Dumbledore nodded, interestedly as several Order members floo'd in from the ministry, sitting down waiting for the meeting to begin. Harry tried to ignore a few of the women staring at him while more members showed up, including one greasy haired prat who sneered at everybody for no reason, and then Mrs. Weasley threw the kids out, though Ron moaned saying something about being older than Harry, but age never meant wisdom.

"Well, now that everybody is here," Dumbledore began.

"What about Potter!" the grease ball demanded snidely.

"Who cares, but I've heard about you, Severus Snape!" Harry interrupted coldly. "I hear that you've been a spiteful bastard, not only the students at school, but also my sisters. This will stop, especially when concerning my little June, or I'll make you wish for death!"

He already hated this guy and wanted to smash his teeth down his throat, which was not really like him. However the greasy prat screamed 'hate me' without him ever having to open his snarky mouth. Harry watched as he knew the snark was about to spew forth like the morning after an incredible night out.

The man sneered. "Who are you, and how dare you speak to a Professor of Hogwarts like that."

"My names Harry King and I'm the new defence teacher, so to answer your question. I am Professor Harry King," he replied smugly. Sirius really liked Harry; he was the coolest kid he had ever met; he was fearless, and had the power to back up his words.

"Severus," warned Dumbledore, "please do not antagonize new members of the Order, or I will personally throw you around because I've had enough of the Death Eaters, so I will not tolerate any foolishness from you either!"

"He's a teacher, and member of the Order?!" he retorted in shock, believing that Dumbledore's threat was empty, "he looks barely old enough to be out of school."

"Severus. If you were unaware, this is the young man who has been decimating, the Death Eaters," the old man replied, and some members gasped as they saw him for the first time, and Snape at least gulped. "Voldemort...-." He paused while rolling his eyes as Harry was the only one who didn't show a reaction to the mane, more than anything was silently laughing at the others, and he couldn't blame him.

He lost his track of thought, but continued on relentlessly. "... well, he seems to be in a hissy that, Professor King has been killing large portions of his Death Eaters. Though I say large, it is believed that the Death Eaters are growing vastly in numbers."

He smiled all around as they saw that he respected the lads power, and he did; the boy had woke him up; the world had changed. The world no longer worked as black and white, and he was getting with that programme, and his Order would have too as well, so that they would not die to the racists and radical murderers and terrorists

"Well, anyway," he continued further, "as I was about to say, this is Hogwart's newest teacher. He's going to be teaching self defence rather than standard Defence against the Dark Arts. Professor King is quite gifted, in many areas I have seen. He is a trained bodyguard who was over here on a trip, and has no prior engagements at the moment that will keep him. Therefore, he will be a valuable asset in keeping the students safe."

"You can't be serious Albus," interrupted Snape again. "What about OWLs and NEWTs?"

"Yes I have thought of that, and after a quick review of Fred Weasley's memory of the event in Diagon before I arrived, as well as Hagrid's, I believe what he has to offer the students is more effective than simple spells and curses," Dumbledore said. "If you are still not convinced," he walked over to a chair near the fire and retrieved a large stone bowl, "take a look." Harry chucked when he watched everyone dive into the memory bowl, even those who saw what he could do first hand. They were gone for a few minutes before returning with shocked disbelieving expressions on their faces.

"A lot of that stuff I missed. It seems impossible," said McGonagall, ashen faced; "he moved so fast a couple of times I thought he apparated, but neither Fred nor Hagrid's eyes could keep up with him."

The meeting continued for awhile longer and Harry was smirking at Snape, and creped him out. It was very amusing to mess with the simpleton of a man.

It didn't take long for the Order to leave and Harry's new friends to be let in so he could tell them about the boring meeting no matter how much Molly Weasley said he wasn't allowed and they weren't allowed to know. It was nothing important anyway, and with four cute girls all over him, Harry couldn't say no, and Dumbledore had stayed a little while longer to finish his tea and didn't give two shakes before he left in good spirits.

"Anyway," Harry said suddenly as he thought of something he had nearly forgotten about. It wasn't important but as Ginny was sitting on his lap, and Ronald was too busy being a clingy loser on poor Hermione it sprung to mind.

"This whole Death Eater mess is probably a blessing in disguise," he said, smirking. "I did have someplace to be tonight. It wasn't too important, but now I can take a date since school doesn't start until tomorrow. Well only if you would like, Ginny?" he asked the girl, startling her, she sat up straight on his lap with wide eyes.

"Y-you want to take me out on-on a date?" she asked, brightening.

"Of course… I've been invited to a gem unveiling in London tonight, and I'll be honoured if you'll accompany me," he agreed eagerly.

She allowed a huge blush to streak her checks as she nodded her head enthusiastically and tried not to think of the naughty things two lovers would do after a wonderful date like she could see he would give her. He was kind and fun, smart, and she was sure somewhere, somehow he was always up to 'no' good, but the good kind of 'no' good.

"I-I would love too," she agreed before quickly facing her mother. "C-can I mum, please?" she asked hopefully.

Molly looked to her daughter. She hadn't commented on her sitting on her new friends lap, as she remembered what it was like to be young. She thought about it. Harry was powerful, strong, and talented with a respectable job. He was her daughters' saviour, and she saw the way her daughter looked at him.

She thought about it for a moment; her eyes flickering to Ron. She certainly couldn't deny that Harry was a much better catch, and even she would agree that Hermione was way out of his league and knew that wouldn't last. She could at least agree that her daughter found a great catch who knew how to treat people, young ladies especially.

"Well okay dear," she said before nodding, she couldn't deny her some fun. "I suppose that will be okay, as long as you're both back by eleven, as you both have to catch the train to school tomorrow."

"Cool," Harry said turning to Rose with a smirk on his lips; she gulped, "Rosie. It is now your mission to go with Ginny, her mum, and Hermione into London and get Ginny ready for our date. Money is no object, especially since you're buying." He turned to Hermione and quickly cut off Molly and Ginny before they protested.

Rose didn't care since it was not her money but rather family money that Harry was intituled to anyway. In addition, she had wanted to buy Ginny some lovely dresses for years but her friend could be so stubborn so now was her chance to sneak in other garments; it was hard not to laugh in glee.

"Hermione… it's your job to make sure no expense is spared and that she has all necessary accessories, since you're from the mortal world know it better. After all this is a red carpet event, so we both have to look the part."

Hermione nodded readily. "I'm on it. She'll be the talk of the night, right Rose?" she said and asked with a wide grin as she hadn't the chance to take either girl shopping in the muggle world before. She was also surprised as witches and wizards hadn't referred to muggles as mortals in a few centuries, (because they tended to live a lot longer). It made her wonder about where he learnt his magic and how to fight, and about these friends, Ginny, June, and Rose were talking about.

Rose blinked several times in surprise before looking at her friends, startled. "Oh… of course," she replied as a bright smile lit up her face. Operation make Harry proud of her was about to begin. Then maybe she could follow through eventually with Harry forgiving her and loving her, well, more than he does because he had to still feel a little bitter.

"Come on Gin, Hermione, Mrs Weasley. When it comes to needlessly wasting money on super awesome, and might I add sexy clothes, I'm your girl."

to be continued...