Sorry this was a little longer to get out. Started two different jobs and the lovely training, and have come home from my shifts sore and tired. Metro and Tim Horton's. Very. Very. Very. Busy.

Anyways. I need help. I want Harry to become close friends with people, and I've decided Susan and Luna because they were way to under used and freaking awesome in the actual series, and Draco, because that's like a f-u to the Order. I want suggestions, ideas and ect for other characters. And please have them actually exist. Please? And no Neville. He is currently pissed at Harry for being a Lestrange when his parents are brain dead because of him and Harry's like 'Ha. No.'.

Also. Triwizard Cup. He does get picked to be a fourth champion, but for different, clever reasons. And he becomes friends with all of the champions. Because who doesn't love the whole friendship twist stories?

So.

Review and Read.

Please.

Thinking back, he might have been a little too harsh. But then again, it had been accident that his elbow had slipped and slammed into Ronald's face, efficiently breaking his nose. And the fact that he may have shoved the two girls from his door had been a mishap.

And that was his story, and he was sticking to it.

So here he was, sitting cross legged on his bed, book wide open, with his magically enhanced radio playing his music. His hearing aids were in his ear, and he was continually raising the volume of the stereo up louder and louder to tune out the rather obnoxious shouting and screaming. Of course, the elder Weasley boy was attempting to cut through his wards-but these weren't Goblin or Egyptian Wards. These were ancient Greek ones his Aunt Rose had discovered in the tombs she had raided.

"For the last time, I'm not opening up!" Harry shouted loudly. This was mildly irritating. Dragged here, forced to stay here, have people trying to steal his belongings. Being treated as if he had done the wrong.

Thinking back, maybe it had been unnecessary to stomp on Ronald's foot as he had passed.

"Harry James Potter!" Molly shouted back to him. "You will open this door at once!"

"My name isn't Potter!" God, these morons were thick. "Harry Rabalphus Lestrange!"

"I don't care who you are, but you will open this door at once!" Sirius said bluntly. "You cannot go around punching people in the face!"

"They were trying to break into my room and steal my stuff. I think I had a right!"

"These wards are ridiculous!" Sirius growled.

"They're doing their job." Harry smirked. God. This was borderline amusing, stupid and annoying.

He could still remember the feeling of the nose crunching beneath his elbow, just the way his Uncle had taught him. Rabastan had taught him physical fighting to ensure his safety, while his Aunt Rose had taken it upon herself to teach him the art of blades and weaponry. It, though, had been his parents that had taught him how to create barriers in his mind to withstand even Dumbledore's mind attacks, as well as magic ranging from dark to light.

His family had gone from dark to Grey, toeing the law multiple times. His Aunt had never been light to begin with, and had used a form of magic both newly designed as well as ancient Moluears magic, rather than the common form it had performed for centuries. He had been taught a few subjects in Moluears, such as the ability to pause time for half an hour, whiplash magic and stealth magic. Whiplash Magic was a difficult branch of magic to wield, but it was powerful and strong. It would increase the range, speed and force of the spell, and break it into three separate curses. His Aunt had used Whiplash Magic often in duelling against a large amount of targets, and Stealth Magic to create a more transparent build to herself, the equivalent of the invisibility cloak as well a noise smothering and such in which she used for assassinations.

Sighing, he stood and shut down his stereo and opened the door, only to slam it shut behind him. Hermione stood on her tip toes, a disappointed look on her face when she realized she wasn't going to get a sneak peak in the strange and unknown room of the Boy Who Lived. Ron was beside her, glaring daggers. His nose was magically repaired, but he hadn't bothered to wash the blood off. Ginny stood as well, pushing her way forward, but cut back by Molly Weasley who was glaring with venom.

Sirius was frowning. He opened his mouth to say something before he was quickly cut off.

"Save it. I'm not removing these wards. And nor will I apologize." He gave a rather fierce look, his eyes boring into Sirius's.

Sighing, he shook his head. "Just… come down and eat."

"Come down and eat? That's it?" Erupted angrily from Molly. "He has broken my son's nose, and shoved my daughter and Hermione. He has shown nothing but violence and attitude since he has gotten here."

Glaring, he shot back. "'He' has a name."

"They shouldn't have been trying to enter his room." Came from a new person. She had bright bubble gum hair and was clad in black robes and rather intense black dragon hide combat boots, three knives in different holders. One on her thigh, one just peeking out of her left boot, and one on her left forearm.

"Oh my god." Harry breathed. "Someone with common sense. Can I marry you?"

"Tonks, you don't know what is happening. I'd advise you to remain quiet and keep your mouth shut." Sirius warned her sharply.

Laughing, she grinned. "As if anyone takes anything you say seriously, Sirius."

"Tonks."

"Wet dog."

"Any reason why you are here?" Sirius sighed, rubbing his forehead.

Shrugging, she smirked. "Heard there was food."

"And God knows you can't feed yourself?"

"Not without burning all of London down."

"Fine. Everyone. Downstairs. And for Merlin's sake, wash that blood off."

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He hadn't expected anyone to have noticed his hearing aids. He hadn't taken any of them with enough brain cells to notice them, and hadn't bothered trying to covered them with his hair.

So when Hermione tried to remove one from his left ear, his worse ear, as he had continued to eat his vegetables, he hadn't been entirely surprised when she had been blown backwards five feet.

"What the bloody hell did you do?" Ron yelled at him.

Raising an eyebrow, Harry calmly took a sip of his water (Pumpkin Juice left a rather nasty aftertaste in his mouth.). Molly was currently on her knees next to the disoriented girl, smothering her.

"I didn't do anything." Taking another sip, he swallowed before speaking again. "My father placed some magic in my hearing aids. Regular defenses, rare wards, advanced runes. Anyone whom tries to remove them, or harm them will find a nasty little shock. Though, it can recognise magical signatures. If she tried to touch them again, it'll be a little more drastic."

"Bloody." Fred began, awestruck.

"Hell." George ended. "Can you teach us some?"

"Please mate? Keep a certain bloody Weasel from stealing out stuff." Glaring at Ron, Fred pleaded.

Nodding, he smirked. "I'll give you a copy of a few handy runes. They'll dissolve if someone other than the two of you attempts to read, and any attempt of rewriting them to give to another will end rather… painfully."

"You will do no such thing!" Molly raged, standing. "You will take those silly contraptions out right now, and give them here!" Holding out her hand, she waited.

"Nope." He popped the p.

"If those aren't in my hand in the next three seconds…" She trailed off.

"First off, you can't do a thing to me. In case you all have forgotten, you cannot touch me. As soon as you do, Russia's E.R Squad (emergency retaliation) will come down on all of you, as well as six other countries. And, I'm positive you still need me to be your martyr." He paused, grinning. "And also, what makes you think I'd do what you wanted me to do, in the first place?"

Chuckling, Tonks broke the argument. "Molly, I'm afraid he will need those hearing aids, unless you want him deaf. That would be a rather pathetic Boy Who Lived, no offense Harry, do you not think?"

Fuming Molly opened her mouth several times, before leaving the room, her Husband rushing out after her.

Sirius gave Harry a look. "Do you not think, you can hold a single conversation without starting a fight?"

"Probably. But where would the fun be in that?"

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Sitting cross legged on the sofa, he smirked at the look of distaste Molly directed at him. On his lap was a rather thick book, written in Old English. It consisted of forgotten hexes and spells, mixed with runes and wards. It had come from his father's collection, a copy given to him on his seventh birthday.

Hermione was playing chess with Ron, trying to distract him to the fact that the boy who broke his nose was sitting across the room from him.

It was a brief moment of a quiet atmosphere, Sirius reading over papers, Tonks lounging on a rather larger couch playing with her wand, the Twins whispering in hushed voices in the farthest corner, and the rest of the visitors were in other rooms of the house.

Within seconds, the flames in the fireplace turned green, and a boy with brown hair tumbled out, falling.

"Neville!" Ginny shouted, lunging at him, with Hermione and Ron after the redhead.

"Hey mate! Where've you been?" Ron clapped Neville on his back and grinned.

"Have you finished the homework and assignments? I have. Do you need any help with them?" Came from the bushy haired girl.

"Professor Dumbledore sent me. He thought it might be beneficial for me to meet someone."

Within a swift movement, he found himself forced out and dragged a few feet by Sirius before he began to resist, snapping him away, and wand drawn.

"Harry, you need to leave. Go to your room. Now is not the time, or the place." Sirius hissed, trying to force him out the door.

"Did you not just lecture me about hiding in my room already? Nope. I want to hear what mistake your beloved insane leader as made again."

"Harry. James. Potter." Sirius began, voice lowered. He opened his mouth to continue, but was cut off.

His eyes sparked with rage. "My name isn't James. It isn't Potter." Glaring, he spat, "Harry. Rabalphus. Lestrange."

"Lestrange?" Neville spat. "You filthy bastard."

"God brother." Harry acknowledged calmly briefly before he easily dodged the hastily thrown punch. "Now, now. Play nice."

"You know!" Neville roared at him.

"That your parents are brain dead are practically goners?" He shrugged. "Common knowledge."

"You're parents are fucking bastards!"

"I'll let that comment slide. You obviously never had a chance to be taught which words were nice, and which words were naughty by your parents."

Screaming a wordless stream of nothing, he charged at the Boy Who Lived, but was cut off by Tonks, holding her wand. "Sit down Neville. Harry did nothing to you."

"Nothing?" Ron raged. "He's been egging him on the entire time!"

"He said nothing wrong until Neville attempted to punch him." Pausing, she looked at Harry. "Where'd you learn to dodge like that?"

"My uncle."

"Think he'd teach me?"

"If some fools released them, I think he would."

Glaring at Sirius, she frowned. "This is it Sirius. You better have them out of there, because I want to learn moves like that."

It was only seconds after that comment; Harry was marched out of the room and forced into his bedroom.

Grinning, he called, "I didn't start this argument, Black."

"I hate you."

"Now, now. After all this work to get me under your custody and you already hate me? Shame."

"It's been one night. One bloody night."

"I'm good, aren't I?"

There was a pause in the conversation.

"You've been playing us all night, haven't you?"

"Night, Black."

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So yeah. No Neville and Harry friendships. Tonks will be an ally and a friend. Not a romance. She's pretty epic though.

So yeah. I need a potential relationship (Yule ball), I need friendship ideas, I need reviews, I need more enemies, I need sleep, and I need a few ideas. Review, please and thank you.