Old AN: To those who wrote a review, I love you! You so saved my day! Therefore, I decided to write another chapter now, and let my math wait for later. ;)

Btw, I do not know how long this will be, I will need least one more for Jack, and then three more, one for each of them, and there will probably be at least three more after that. Any ideas, or constructive criticism, give it to me. :D

New AN: This chapter has been edited, if any mistakes are seen, please tell me.

Harry

He could do this, he had to do this! He was the-boy-who-lived for Christ sake!

BEEP

He was tempted to pull out his wand and zap the thing into submission; it had helped with the toaster... If you ignored the smoke.

Aah! He smiled happily, as the screen turned on with a quiet buzzing sound. It was somewhat soothing although the steady blinking could turn out to be a pain.

Now all he had to was click that button, and that that one. There, now he should be able to go online.

Restart! He groaned and slapped his forehead; he had just spent half an hour turning the blasted thing on! Hmm, if he pressed that button and marked restart it might do it all by itself.

He pressed it and crossed his fingers while sending a small prayer to anyone who might be listening.

What the hell...? Walty's free dame jewellery? Where? How? And most important, what was that and how had it ended up on his computer screen?

It flashed at him and changed into Madam Lingo's Shop for big me- he stopped reading and blushed furiously.

And it flashed again, this time into what seemed to be an advertisement from a restaurant. Luis and Leroy's all times seafood. Delivery right to the door.

He scratched the bridge of his nose and clicked the small red cross in the corner. And with a sigh of relief as the 'thing' disappeared, he simply moved the mouse to the icon saying Internet.

Since Ron and Hermione was now out of town, actually somewhere in Tanzania, the rest of the Weasley's was in Egypt visiting Bill and most of the Order busy with the ongoing war with Voldemort, he was pretty much left to himself, still guarded all the time of course.

This meant that without a proper escort, he was not able to go outside his appartment.

But he had heard Ginny talking about some fellow she had met in a chat, - which Molly highly disapproved of, - and it quirked him. Talking to someone who did not see him as Harry Potter, Mr. Perfect, all the time.

It could not be that difficult finding a page with some kind of chat. Could it?

Ooh, 'Favourites'. That had to be good.

And yes, chat. Though there were a lot of them, almost too many it seemed, how was he supposed to choose?

Only one thing left to do, the same thing that had gotten him through the final exams in Hogwarts.

He closed his eyes and clicked.

Name and password, too easy.

-GoldenBoi has logged on.

TBC