DISCLAIMER: I do not, in any shape or form, own either Harry Potter or Gravitation. They belong to J. K. Rowling and Maki Murakami respectively. Please don't sue me. Thank you.

SUMMARY: What if where there was Yuki Eiri, there was instead Harry Potter? Driven from England by his nightmares, he finds sanctuary in Japan and a life of solitude writing novels. Until that fateful day, when he picks up an innocent piece of paper floating towards him…

Italics&bold - dream sequence

Italics - thoughts

Underline - english

A.N. Thank you everyone who reviewed! Here is the next chapter of aPoP and straight off the press! (literally so there might be a few mistakes haha please correct me, i dont like seeming illiterate...) and this time with actual gravi stuff in it hehe yeh i noe ive been neglecting that department for a while but what can u do? -shrug- if thats how the plot goes, thats how the plot goes and nothing can stop it! but let me reassure u theres quite a bit of gravi stuff coming up though i suppose parts of this story just seem like an AU fic rather than a crossover... oopsies

also i realised how dracocentric this seemed - well... oopsies again? haha hadnt really meant for that to happen... its just did... hope peoples dont mind... (but i got to say, i really like torturing him for some reason...)

In any case, enjoy! (and pray my sudden run of inspiration doesnt dry up too fast this time...)

Chapter 7.

"Well isn't this interesting?" sneered Ginny, grinning at the look on everyone's faces.

Especially Malfoy's.

But strangely Draco only felt shock, and it wasn't even because of what he had just seen. No… in a way he had expected it all to come to this one day. He just hadn't wished to believe it. He wondered though what it was he was feeling at the moment. Was it anger? No, he hadn't lunged for his wand to hex the Weasel to oblivion yet. Sadness? No, he felt no tears down his face or despair clutching his heart tightly. …Relief? The blonde was shocked at that last feeling but he supposed it made a lot of sense. He hadn't broken his vow, Hermione did. And as such… he was… free…?

"Well… what are you looking at Malfoy?!" Ron spoke up bravely, ready to dodge behind to couch if the blonde started to throw Unforgivables, face turning more and more red.

Draco smiled eerily at him in reply making Ron and those around him shiver slightly.

"Nothing," came the whisper.

"What?" Hermione said, bewildered.

"Nothing," the blonde said a little louder this time, smiling all the while as he looked Hermione in the eye, "Nothing at all." Before turning around and leaving the way he came.

None of others followed.

"What was that about?" the only man left said, just as mystified as the woman beside him.

"Who cares," Ginny shrugged. She had always thought Malfoy was insane anyway.

"Ginny!!!" the red-haired man shouted, as he finally realised it was his sister standing in the doorway, "When did you get here? Please tell me you didn't see me and Hermione…" he said, trailing off as he stepped away from the brunette in embarrassment.

Both women rolled their eyes in response.

"Excuse for interrupting gentlemen but I have an urgent message for Potter-san. It's from our contact in England."

Brows raised as the three men absorbed this information. It certainly wasn't usual for this to occur, especially since the fall of Voldemort and the decrease in Death Eater activity. Glancing at his friend and receiving an equally flummoxed look, Harry sighed mentally as this could only mean more bad news. Just great.

"What's the message Misato-san?" he spoke up, breaking the tense silence.

"It just asks for Harry Potter-san to return to England and get in touch with him immediately. And then it notes that this is an extremely urgent matter that required Potter-san's attention and is of a highly confidential manner such that the situation could not be revealed in this note."

"Thank you Misato-san." She nodded in reply before exiting, leaving the three men to ponder what exactly might have happened.

"Looks like things are starting to heat up again gentlemen," Kirisagi noted with a grimace.

"Wait up Tachi!" Ma shouted as he and Ken rushed to catch up with the angry Aizawa striding down the hallway, "You know… what you said wasn't right. Especially since it was in the middle of an interview!"

"I don't care! They're the rude ones!" Aizawa griped angrily, pausing to glare at a Bad Luck poster tacked innocently to the wall. He was this (think microscopic) close to tearing it down and setting it one fire while cackling away with manic glee, "I can't believe she compared us to them! A screwed up, crappy band like that!"

"Well, we are contracted to the same company…"

"That's totally beside the point!" Aizawa objected fervently, "We're ASK for heaven's sake! We've been on the top of the charts several times already while they're just a bunch of backwater nobodies!"

"But…"

"But nothing!"

Before any else could say anything, Aizawa's phone rang.

"Yes?" he answered, wondering who in the world would call him at a time like this, "Oh, Kaoruko."

Ma and Ken looked at each other in confusion. Why would one of Tokyo's most coveted reporters be calling Aizawa? They had, after all, given her an interview only a few days ago…

Laughing at whatever Kaoruko, his eyes suddenly held a not-so-innocent glint and a smirk firmly settled on his face, "Oh, I see. Well, let me just say, I'm all ears.

This time his friends looked at each other wearily as they wondered what exactly that could mean…

Shuichi eyes grew wide as he absorbed what he was told and could only wonder at the nerves of steel Evan must possess to have overcome such a horrible past.

Seamus nodded solemnly as he deciphered correctly what exactly was going through the singer's mind, "Yes, horrible indeed," he said, shivering as if just remembering the event gave him chills, "And it gets worse."

Shuichi choked, "There's more?!"

The sandy-haired man nodded once more, grimacing as he spoke, "for you see, the monster not only had one, not two, but six siblings! All with blinding red hair and each as grotesque and dangerous as the next! And that's not mentioning the parents!"

Shuichi gasped.

"And yes, this horrible family of monsters, known as The Weasleys, have not only tried to ruin Evan's life but were also taken to stalking him. And poor, innocent little eleven year old Evan, who had no clue of these dangers, unwittingly fell into their evil clutches."

Shuichi gasped again.

"The worst one, however, was definitely the youngest. Constantly hounding and stalking poor Evan to the point where she made him think that he actually liked her, she was actually first to sink her sharp claws into him when he least expected it. You see, as the only female other than the mother, she had to rely on her cunning at a young age to stay alive in a family like that. So after manipulating Evan but soon tiring of him, she threw him away to his enemies at the first sign she'd profit from it. And know that it's all backfired on her, she's been taken to stalking after him again and to make things worse, she's finally tracked him here all the way from England!"

"That's terrible!!! What are we going to do Seamus-san? We've got to save Evan!"

"What are we going to do indeed Finnagan?" a third voice unexpectedly intruded, "And my, have your story-telling skills progressed. Though I must say some of that wasn't too far from the truth."

"Malfoy-san!" "Malfoy!" two surprised voices shouted in unison.

"What are you doing here?" Seamus asked, puzzled, And more importantly, are you actually talking to me? he then thought with no little shock.

Draco just hummed, trying not to let the sight of the former Gryffindor spoil his strangely good mood, "Nice to see you're still here Shindou. Where's Evan at?"

"Um… thanks?" Shuichi replied uncertainly to what sounded like a compliment, "And Seamus-san said Evan has gone buy stuff with another friend from England. Hopefully they'll be back soon," he finished, trying not to sound to eager. Though mostly eager because he really wanted to make sure Evan was all right and hadn't been captured by that awful monster Seamus-san had told him about (and possibly latch onto him and never let go), it was also because of the ensuing silence.

Silence so thick and tense that you could cut it with a knife.

Shuichi gulped at the intensifying looks that was being exchanged by the two men and tried to interrupt, "A… Ano…" but to no avail as both outright ignored him. He then wondered if he was going to get out of this in one piece, eyes darting around the room for somewhere suitable for him to take cover when the two came to blows while his mind prayed for help.

His saving grace came in the form of an angel. His angel.

"And what exactly are you two doing?" Evan looked at his two friends weirdly as he ambled into his apartment.

"Welcome home!" Shuichi cried happily and when Evan gave him that smile, he felt like he really was in heaven.

Draco turned to greet the green-eyed novelist as well but he froze as he caught sight of the person who walked in behind Evan. Ignoring Finnagan's "'bout time you guys got back," grey eyes locked with brown in recognition.

"Neville!"

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