Sloth: Did I ever tell you guys I love you and I know you won't hate me for forgetting to update? No? Well I do....Ok. Lame. Well not much to tell. Sorry guys for such a long wait. I've been real busy with so many prioridies like school and real life. I hadn't had the time to update. And I didn't like this chapter because, well it's another set up. No action. Although I did bring in another character into the mix. Oh, and before I go any further, I would like to make some things known:

1: Harry is NOT the Boy-Who-Lived. I thought about writing a wrong-boy-who-lived story, but I thought there were too many of those and not enough, Harry has a different and or better destiny. Which he will. He will have a different destiny. That or I'll just twist the prohecy around. -insert evil laugh here-

2: I know Harry Potter takes place in 1990s, but I thought about moving the time up. It makes cultural references more funny and make sense. But since most wizards are still stuck in a 1980s time frame, most wizards won't get them. Unless their parents study muggle things and/or they work with muggles. Or went to muggle London on a whim.

3: Hedwig is a very special owl with the power of internation flight because this is AU and it will be explained later on. :)

Enjoy the newest chapter and here's hoping another update comes up soon.

Don't You Love Sundays?

"Someone please kill me."

"You don't look that bad Red," Autumn commented as she tried not to laugh.

"I look ridiculous. Why the bloody hell would you agree to this?"

"Because it makes us look sophisticated."

"Autumn, we steal for a living. Since when do we need to look sophisticated?"

"Since four eyes over here decided take Dumbledore's offer."

Raven's eyebrow twitched at the accusation.

"I did no such thing. I just said we might look into it."

"And to a wizard who looks ready to croak," Bleach started, "that means 'sure, we'll stay a week at Hogwarts'."

Yes, the offer was quite simple. In exchange for allowing the four to stay as viable adults, Dumbledore wanted them to go to Hogwarts for just one week. They didn't have to take any classes, just observe if need be. They did have to interact with students though, which meant they would be divided into the houses. At first, the right thing to say would be no. However, the four recalled the reason they were even at the damn restaurant in the first place. It was so they could join in the war so they could reclaim their territory over Diagon Alley. It was the only place they felt remotely at home and if they left without reclaiming it, well, they just didn't do things like that.

"Look, I'm just looking at the bigger picture," Raven yawned as he slumped in his bed. It was still an hour before noon and no matter how much prodding or pushing, he was not getting up. Over the years, he had gotten used to the fact that he would be out cold at 6 in the morning. However, even the dead couldn't remain asleep with the ruckus Bleach and Red always made in the morning. The only thing he was thankful for was his unique ability to instantly fall asleep before noon.

Of course as he was drifting off, Bleach had to kick him off his futon.

"Damn you, you blond haired git."Raven muttered as he finally stirred awake and fumbled around for his glasses. "Can't I sleep at least till noon?" he asked with annoyance. Bleach smirked at him.

"Nope. You got us in this mess, so you don't get any privileges." He replied in a smug, know it all way. Raven glared daggers before sluggishly standing up and making his way to the bathroom. He closed the door behind him and just stared at his reflection for the longest time.

It had actually been a while since he had actually taken the time to examine himself carefully. His piercing green eyes stared back through wire-framed glasses, a small crack coming down from the top of the right lens. His signature black hair was poking in random directions, like a crow had decided to set up a nest in it while he slept. He realized that, besides the baby fat that unfortunately remained, he looked a lot like Nicholas. Well, Nick's hair was actually tamable and he hadn't been wearing glasses when Raven saw him. And Nicholas looked a lot more mature, with a square jaw and haunting green eyes. Maybe seeing his brother yesterday caused something in him to make him examine himself. He had heard and read about all of Nicholas' achievements over the years. From the Sorcerer's Stone to the Battle of the Ministry, Raven had read them all in the Daily Prophet. He just couldn't imagine some who looked like him, a passive aggressive fellow with an effigy for stealing, could do such stupid, reckless, and – dare he say it – heroic things.

The thought actually made him want to barf. It was bad enough the guy was an attention seeker when they growing up, but now? Although, for some reason or another Raven couldn't help himself from frowning at some of the slanderous things Rita Skeeter wrote about his brother last year. No one called Nicholas an attention seeker plotter but him. Although he did get a good laugh when he read about Nicholas and his friends helping in the sacking of One-Term-Headmistress-Umbridge. Now that was funny.

"Oi, Raven you fall into the toilet?" Red's voice questioned from behind the wooden door. Raven rolled his eyes.

"No you impatient bastard."

"Well then hurry up. Other people need to use the bathroom too."

Rolling his eyes at his friend's childish behavior, Raven turned on the sink and splashed himself with the cool water. One would wonder how a bunch of teenagers could afford a small apartment with running water and such by themselves. Well, Raven did have his methods.

He exited the bathroom and ignored Red's quick move to enter. He didn't blame the boy for being all antsy today. After all, tonight was a full moon and it was mood-swing-mayhem for the red head.

"Did he remember to take his potion?" he asked Autumn as she put away her clothes for the week-long visit to Hogwarts.

"Forced it down myself." She said calmly. Raven stared at her for a minute, arms crossing over his chest.

"Hey Autumn, can ask you something."

"Shoot."

"How come you're taking this Hogwarts thing so smoothly?" The instant he saw how her body froze up, though brief, Raven knew he had her. The night before, Autumn had been raging about the prospect of being forced to go to school, but now, she was calm and almost…excited to be spending just a week there.

"I don't know what you're talking about Raven."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. Now get dressed Raven, we're heading back to the joke shop today." She reminded him casually, as if his previous comment had no affect on her what so ever. Raven examined the girl for a moment before grabbing a pair of clean clothes and going to change in the one bedroom.

Autumn kept her smile until he left the room and returned to her packing. She might not have liked the idea at first, but this could be her chance to find answers.

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"What happened to you two?" Red asked when he was the matching black eyes his estranged brothers had.

"We ran into each other." They chorused robotically, as if they had been programmed to say those words. A knowing smile formed on the younger redhead.

"You two deserved it I bet."

"Well if you lot had kept a low profile we might have been able to keep our gorgeous looks," Fred proclaimed.

"Your fault for getting caught."

"Your fault for blowing your top."

Fred and Red continued on pinning the blame on the other while George rolled his eyes in both amusement and annoyance. At least Ron was slowly, very slowly, integrating back into the Weasley family. He had to admit, their plan of having Red get use to being with his brothers and then reuniting him with the family went down the drain faster than you could say Quidditch, this was better. After their mom and Ginny got home, a family meeting had been called. They, minus Percy, had all discussed what they were going to do with the situation. Percy had been exempted due to his…situation and they all agreed they would keep him out of it for now. It had been agreed last night that they would let Ron, or Red, take his time and that no one would rush him. And coming from a family big enough to run Hogwarts, that was going to take a lot of self control on their part.

"Now, about why you're here," George said, interrupting the blame game between Red and Fred, "as of now, almost everyone knows about you lot."

"And how did that happen?" Raven asked suspiciously.

"Well, Ron-"

"Red!" the teen corrected.

"Ron's appearance didn't go unnoticed. Especially when he took off Raven's hat and everyone saw a nerd version of Nicholas Potter." George grinned at the twice in Raven's brow. "And your cousin Dudley has a very big mouth."

"So does this mean we're fired?" Bleach asked, his voice sounding very close to hopeful.

"You wish. This just means you'll be getting extra shifts." The twins replied, dashing all the boys' hopes.

"And since you'll be visiting Hogwarts this week," Fred pulled out a large wooden crate from behind the counter. It was a simple box, approximately one foot long and high. On the front the words CAUTION: OPEN WITH CARE were stamped in bright red.

"You'll be selling these at Hogwarts."

The twins were met with blank stares.

"You can't be serious," Autumn started, "we're only going to be there a week. How on earth would anyone be able to sell a box of trinkets in a week?"

"You'd be surprised by what people will by. Especially students trying to get out of class."

Red got a big grin on his face and he slowly reached for the box when no one was looking.

"Don't even think about it" came a chorus a voices, crushing the boy's hopes of getting out of the damned deal he was forced into.

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Lily stared at the restaurant door for the longest time. She was hoping, praying, that four young teens would walk through it. She didn't get a chance to talk to her estranged son much the night before. As soon they accepted Dumbledore's proposal, they left without a word. Even Severus seemed to just disappear on the spot. She wondered if she was that bad of a mother that her son didn't even want to speak to her. She remembered the cold emerald eyes just staring coldly into her. They were filled with so much hate, betrayal, and…calculation. She wondered why.

"You're not a horrible mother."

"Excuse me?"

"I said you're not a horrible mother," Petunia repeated as she placed a tray next to Lily. Petunia had a strange six sense that allowed her to figure out when her sister was upset. And at the moment, the senses were practically off the walls. It was like a siren was going off in the restaurant and only she could hear it. "You're still thinking about that boy of yours aren't you?"

"Just a little."

"Lily, you can't beat yourself up for something that happened well over ten years ago." Petunia chided, tossing a rag over her shoulder as she rounded the counter and started putting away the dirty dishes and replacing them with food. "It's not healthy."

"But you weren't there Tuny. You didn't see how he looked at me. It was the same look I get from Nick when he's mad, but only worse." Lily explained as she checked the cash register.

"And you think just because of that you're a terrible mother?"

"Well…maybe."

"Honestly, sometimes you're just plain daft woman."

"What is that suppose to mean?" Lily asked as she followed Petunia, who was distributing orders among the patrons of the restaurant. Fortunately they didn't get crowded on Sundays, giving Lily and Petunia, and occasionally Ginny, time to talk and relax a bit.

"Don't take this the wrong way Lily but just because one child hates you doesn't mean it's the end of the world. You're bound to be hated." Petunia said before placing a meal down. "Here you go sir."

"I don't think I understand where you're going with this."

"It's like this Lily. When a child gets a certain age then tend to despise their parents for mediocre things like not letting them listen to certain music, not letting them play with certain kids, not getting them something trivial like a W-Box. And it gets worse when there's more than one. I remember hating mother because you got to have magic and I didn't."

"You hated mum?"

"Only through my teens. I eventually got over it. Now Harry's a special case. From what you told me, that Severus helped raised him and his friends."

Lily gave her sister a look. "Are you saying I should blame Severus for Harry disliking me?" she asked, her voice reaching a stern, disbelieving tone.

"I never said that. I'm saying Harry wasn't raised by you and therefore he never got to know the mother we all know you are. Just because you focused on Nicholas does mean you love Harry less. He's just being a teenager."

Lily stared at her sister, eyebrow raised in confusion. When had Petunia become so wise on teenagers?

"I've been taking a child psychology class in London during my free time," the older Evans added, answered the silent question. "It's quite fascinating actually. Now, I'm not saying that it's Harry's or your fault. I'm just saying that it's a personal issue that you both have to figure out. Give him time to sort the feelings he never go to do and he'll turn around. And if he doesn't, well then that's his loss isn't it?"

Petunia pulled Lily into a comforting hug, patting her sister on the back gently. "You're a good mother. And don't you forget it."

Without another word, Petunia returned to serving costumers, leaving Lily to think about what she was told. Lily hoped that her sister was right. She really did.

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Today was Ginny's day off. Well, it was more like a "You've had a long day so why don't you just rest tomorrow?" kind of day. Honestly, Ginny preferred to just work. It helped her keep her mind off of things. After all, idle hands are the dementor's playground. Which would possibly why she was cleaning the entire Burrow. It was a lot calmer than beating up Fred and George. And a little relaxing Muggle music did lighten the mood. And that was how Molly found Ginny when she finally came downstairs from her restless sleep. She smiled as she watched Ginny clean and tidy furniture, humming to the tunes of Michael Branch.

"I never knew tree nymphs could sing so well," Molly joked. Ginny giggled.

"She's not a tree nymph mum. She's a muggle. I found it when I was helping Ms. Evans in London last week. She's from the States actually. She's quite popular actually."

Molly nodded before walking over to readjust the coffee table arrangements.

"Ginny dear, would you like to talk?"

"About what?" she asked her mother suspiciously. She had kind of an idea where her mother might be going with this. After the fiasco yesterday, it was to be expected.

"Just some little things dear. How's your day? Do you like working for Lily? Would you like to come with me for some tea?"

"Are you sure you don't want to ask about Red?" Ginny questioned, her voice dripping with disgust as she said the name. No, it was not that she hated Ron. She just hated what he'd become: a self-centered, heartless bigot. "And yes I would." She added as an after thought.

"I figured we've already had a long day. We could use a day without worrying about him," Molly said as she stared at the family clock. It was a magical clock whose hands, instead of telling time, told the situation of the Weasley family. Things like "At Home" or "At Work". Sometimes it said if they were in "Moral Peril or "Lost". It was the only thing that kept Molly's hopes up, even if it still said that Ron was "Lost". There were some close calls where it would point to "Moral Peril", but it would just go back to "Lost" soon after. Ginny followed her mother's gaze and rolled her eyes.

"We really need to change that clock. Put some that say "Found" or "Is an idiot"."

"Ginny…" Molly warned. She figured her daughter might still be upset, especially after continuously attack Fred and George after the entire family discovered the secret they kept. Not that anyone tried to stop her of course.

"I'm only telling the truth. He's an idiot. He had us all worried for ten years and even after you asked for him to come back, he'd say he'd rather go to Japan or the States. Who does he think he is? And what kind of name is Red? What's wrong with Ron?"

"Weren't you always making fun of him for being named Ron?" Molly laughed half-heartedly. Ginny blushed and returned to moving pictures around the room.

"Not the point. I just don't understand him Mum. We're not bad people? Why does he want to hurt us?"

Molly smiled sadly before walking over to her youngest, pulling her into a tight embrace.

"I don't think he means to hurt us. I just think he doesn't want to give up what he's grown accustomed too. I believe he'll turn around. He's a Weasley remember? We all eventually calm down. It'll blow over".

"I hope so Mum." Ginny said sadly. The sound of shuffling feet drew the attention of both Weasley women and they turned to see a tall, skinny red head shuffle down the steps. Unlike the other Weasleys, whose hair were normally well kept and flat, this man had wild and shaggy hair. They ran in every direction, disobeying the laws of physics. His skin was pale and eyes half shut. There were dark circles under them as they scanned the unusually clean house. Pale fingers played with the pajama pants and shirt he wore.

"Morning," he mumbled as he shuffled towards the kitchen. Molly sighed, having gone through this routine many times.

"Percy, it's the middle of the afternoon."

"Oh…ok." He blinked before shuffling over to a pantry. This had become a routine with Percy. Percy had really taken it badly when he lost Ron. He had become depressed, always blaming himself. And then came the incident. Percy had locked himself in the bathroom one summer. They hadn't thought much about it until it just seemed like he was in there too long. And then Charlie forced the door open, only to find Percy lying in a pool of his own blood. No one liked to talk about it. No one liked to think about it. It was just another bad thing that seemed to happen to them.

After the incident Percy spent a lot of time with Healers and therapists. He never did his school work, almost dropped out twice, and pretty much stayed at home. To any other family this might seem like a routine that was getting old, but the Weasleys were different. They dealt with both the good and the bad and attempted to help each other. And they did. Bill often got Percy out of the house and sometimes managed to get a Percy that smiled. And Molly and Percy often had philosophical discussions when they were home alone.

"Percy, would you like to come with me and Ginny to Hogsmeade? We're going to have some tea with Lily Potter and her sister."

There was a moment of silence.

"I'm good. I'll think I'll just stay up in my room." He replied before stuffing a biscuit in his mouth. Ginny frowned.

"Come on Percy. You can't just stay in your room. When was the last time you went out?"

Percy took a moment, staring up at the ceiling through tired eyes. "When was the last time Bill was here for a visit?"

"Um, a year ago with Fleur." She replied, making sure not to include the urgent meeting last night.

"Then a year before that."

Ginny rolled her eyes before looking at her mom for approval. Molly sighed and nodded her head. It couldn't hurt to force Percy to do something. Besides, it wasn't like Ron was going to be there. From what they saw last night, the lost Weasley looked as red as his hair. Ginny ran over to Percy and pulled him with her.

"Ginny. Come on I just want to sit and read some comics."

"Aren't you old for stuff like that?"

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"No," Red told Fred from where he sat reading a graphic novel. He had pulled it out from an inner pocket in his jacket after they had gathered all the boxes and restocked the shelves. Autumn had gone off to get them some food and he decided to finish reading the latest volume of Death Note that Hedwig delivered them this morning.

"I think I've seen Percy reading something like that. Only it had a blond kid with whiskers instead of…what is that?" George asked, pointing to the strange creature on the cover of Red's graphic novel.

"It's a death god. Strangely enough, they don't look anything like this," Red replied without even looking from the page.

"You've met death gods before?" Fred asked, his voice wavering a little and his brows raised. Raven chuckled, a smile coming up.

"You could say that." He said ominously with a semi-evil chuckle. The twins felt slightly awkward next to the dark haired boy. When their brother chuckled too, they took a step back.

The door opened and Bleach and Autumn entered. Autumn had managed to get the blond wizard to carry the food again. Bleach placed the carry-out onto the table and then pulled out one and threw it at Red, who got it without even looking. And the boy got up from his chair and headed for the door, eyes still focused on the manga.

"Where are you going?" Fred asked curiously. He thought the four of them were going to stay until closing to help.

"Out. I've some prior engagements to get to," the younger boy replied before he left. The twins turned to the other three teens. They just shrugged.

"It's his time of month," Bleach joked. Of course this just earned him two smacks to the back of his head.

Meanwhile, Red, hidden with his disguise cap and focused on Death Note, was making his way to the Shrieking Shack. Yes, it was unfortunately that time. Tonight there was going to be a full moon and he was going to go through his enjoyable transformation. Normally, on the day a wizard would change, they would be cranky, forceful, and noticed a lot of things around them. For Ron though, because of his unique magical core, he would be calm, emotional, moody, and extremely focused. It was why he read manga and comics. It kept his focus on something enjoyable rather than something weird like a butterfly. That day ended up bad.

However, one bad thing about his extremely focused mind mixed with his natural awareness was that sometimes he just didn't see when someone was walking in front of him. This was why he found himself on the ground, his head bounding from the collision.

"Ow…watch where you're going," he growled.

"Sorry," a man voice apologized passively. Red's eyebrow rose and he looked up, staring at the disheveled head of hair and pale face. He was thanking whatever deity was out there that he was wearing his disguise cap and the illusion kept the male from staring. "Hey, Death Note. I thought I was the only wizard who read it."

"Uh…yeah…"

"Percy, what are you…" Ginny paused, recognizing Red's cap and the disguise from yesterday. Her estranged brother gave her a glare, silently telling her not to say a word. "C-come on Percy."

"Yeah. Uh, here's your manga back."

"Thanks," Red said, taking the novel back with a little more force than needed. Percy stared at Red for a minute and the boy's hand slowly reached into his pocket. Ginny's eyes widened as she saw this action, the memory of what Red did to those Hellhounds yesterday still fresh in her mind.

"Do I know you from somewhere?" Percy asked.

"Doubt it." Red pulled out a flask from his pocket and drank its content. Ginny sighed in relief. Without another word, Red marched away from his siblings, his focus on something else. He heard Ginny telling Percy to hurry on and Red just marched to the shack faster.

That night, the shack with filled with the sound of breaking object, splintering wood, and growls of rage and sorrow. Red hadn't even transformed yet.