Yeah well, before this next lovely instalment is revealed, I need to vent. I need to vent now. So, in advance, I am deeply sorry for the annoyance you may experience. I am done. I am beyond done. I cannot do this anymore. I need to vent somewhere, and yeah. You guys get to have the lucky freaking note. If my dad and I are in a fight, when the hell did it become my mom and my dad's fight? And when my mom and my dad are in a fight, when the hell did it become my mom and my sister's fight? I am done being brought into this, and forced to pick sides. I answered a call from my sister on skype, and we were talking about work and my mom walked in. I am the monster, the horrible being. I am the liar. But I cannot do this. I will not, I cannot. I love my sister. I love my brother-in-law. I love my father (when he isn't being brain dead) and I love my mother (when she isn't being… like she is right now.). But I cannot and will not pick sides. How the hell am I supposed to say 'Decline' on the Skype invite from my sister? The fight between my dad and I was over. We (were forced to, mind you) talked everything out. My mom just cuts off and ignores the person. My dad just moves on and ignores the subject. I get to dance on freaking egg shells trying to stay out of the way-but goddamnit. That is never good enough. I am never good enough. I left to my room to answer the video chat to spare my mom's feelings, and to get my headphones. The fact that she came in was her fault. I am not a liar. I intended to leave to grab that item for my IPod. I am just done trying to stay out of the way. I need to be me. I need my sister, I need my parents. I cannot just cut one person out of my life without thinking back.
Yeah. I'm done. Got that all out. Sorry all.
Mentions of trio means: Ron, Hermione and Ginny.
And, I thank you all for the amazing reviews.
Also-I have a poll. Just pick two names and whomever wins-wins. Harry's girlfriend is up for grabs.
Harry snorted at the rather disgusting Red and Gold train. It wasn't hard to see what house it was modeled and designed for. Sirius had a rather firm grip on his arm as Harry easily carried his weightless trunk. He had quickly casted a Feather Light Charm his Mother had taught him, on his trunk, as well as the Twins. He had smirked at the Trio as they shot him envious looks for the ability to do magic, and attempted to ask Molly, but found themselves herded out the door quickly. The fact that they had been packing last minute was a rather stupid idea to begin with-with Hermione racing around looking for books, and Ginny searching for her quills and Ron just flat out not ready. He had suggested earlier to the Twins to be ready and he'd add some spells to help them out, and they had taken his advice to heart and had been able to sit down with him at the breakfast table, and eat more than a few bites of dry toast.
Tonks walked beside him, keeping an eye out for anything. Death Eaters, Albus's Lackies, or anyone attempting to start up trouble.
It hadn't been difficult to keep Lestrange as his last name during the time he would be in school. Amelia had taken the owl he and Tonks had sent, and done the work, saying that the 'matter was dealt with, Mr. Lestrange.' It had been leaked however, though. The Daily Prophet however, had gotten hold of that detail though, somehow. Russia managed to quickly diffuse the situation, promising swift justice to whoever Rita was. And, by Russia's terms, swift justice usually meant a rather bloodier mess than usual. His mother loved the Russians for that method.
"Harry, Hogwarts will be fun. You'll see. Your parents were in Gryffindor, and you will be a shoe in for it as well. I want a letter though, telling me about your sorting." Sirius said, trying to reassure to calm teen.
Snorting, he rolled his eyes. "Slytherin. My mother was a Slytherin, and my father was a Ravenclaw."
"Snape is a git, so don't take anything he says personally," Sirius continued smoothly. He was used to the inserts Harry would add, refusing to allow any relation to the Potter to exist anymore.
"He is my Father's main supplier." Harry grinned. The man was cruel and ruthless, but he wasn't the worst. His dry humour and wit had amused him as a child, and as the years had gone by, he made sure to call the man 'Uncle' to piss him off.
Forcing back a scowl, Sirius ignored that comment. "Albus will want to have you every Friday night in his office for training,"
"Which I will be promptly blowing off," Glowered Harry.
"Whether you like it or not, you have duties to maintain."
"No. Voldie wants Britain. We lived everywhere but Britain. Truthfully, I'm positive he hasn't realized that there are countries beyond Britain, but hell. What an evil Dark Lord wants, an evil Dark Lord kills for." Harry spat.
"You are the Boy-Who-Lived. You have a duty n-" Sirius began but was cut off sharply.
"No. My name is Harry Lestrange. I grew up learning how to survive, and how to be happy. I was told there was far more than kneeling to what one considers to greater good, or kneeling to another who is determined to create a twist version of the greater good. I was told by my Mother to never allow anyone to take control of my life, and my Uncle taught me to fight back even when you were cornered. My Father prepared me for a life of both happy times and sad times. My Aunt taught me I was more than a sacrificial lamb." Pausing, he went one. "And, the James Potter taught me there were times worth laying down your life for, and Lilly Potter taught me that life was a valuable thing."
Jerking his arm free, he stormed up into the train and down to corridor, leaving the Weasley's running to and fro, trying to regroup and organize before boarding, and Tonks glaring at Sirius.
"You fought so hard to get custody of him, and now you keep forcing him to build barriers between him and you." Tonks scowled. Her rather bright hair was toned back now, into what she usually kept for her 'Work Appearance.' With black Asian like hair and pale skin, she kept her eyes dark blue. When she was on duty scouting or guarding, she had frequently changed her appearance to keep suspicion away, but in the office she found it was easier having one identity than a dozen.
"I'm trying to keep him safe, Tonks." Sirius glared.
"No. Seconds ago, you were ordering him to undergo training to create either a killing machine, or a martyr. He isn't Harry James Potter anymore. That child died in the attack. Here is someone that you have an opportunity for. And yet, you keep forcing him to hate you."
"Stay out of this."
"Actually, I can't." Grinning brightly, she continued. "Amelia wasn't too thrilled about the cuff, or the Tournament-or hell. Anything. I'm his body guard."
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Harry remained dressed in Muggle attire, black tee shirt with the name 'Walking Dead'* splayed across the front, and a pair of slightly ripped black jeans, he scared most of the first years, the second years refused to look him in the eye, and the third years stammered to him.
He had been knocking on Compartments, trying to find one that had some room and wasn't infested by any Gryffindor. He spotted Neville already, whom was with the trio, arguing with the Twins. He took a few moments to pity the two but moved on.
He had just about resigned, giving up to spend the hours sitting in the hallways when he found small compartment with a tall blond boy with a yellow and black tie thrown around his neck, and Quiditch Pin on his chest, matching the one on the other brown haired boy. There was a rather tiny blond girl with wide eyes that looked like mercury, and another blond girl with bright blue eyes and another yellow and black tie that was properly fastened around her neck properly, rather than hanging there.
"Do you mind?" He asked quickly. The blond boy looked him over quickly and smiled, and the blue eyed girl told him to come in and shut the door.
"You are?" Asked the brown haired boy.
"Harry."
"Oliver," he replied, extending his hand. He looked slightly surprised when Harry reached over and shook it. "That's Cedric and Susan, and over there is Luna."
"Hufflepuff?" Harry raised an eyebrow.
"What?" Susan asked.
"Your ties. Aren't those the Hufflepuff colours?"
Blushing, she nodded. "Yeah, but only Ced and I are Hufflepuffs. Luna's Ravenclaw and Cedric is Gryffindor."
"Almost a full set," He remarked.
"Daphne's Flooing with her sister to school for the feast. They're both Slytherins. Tracey, her best friend, is somewhere on the train," Susan replied.
"Don't think I've seen you around before," Oliver noted.
"You haven't."
"Transfer?" Cedric asked. Luna peered up from her Magazine-something he noted right away. The Quibbler was a well noted and respected Magazine in America, as well as parts of Spain.
"Something like that." He shrugged, raising his hand slightly to reveal the glowing red cuff.
Gasping, Susan leaned forward. "You're that kid my Auntie has been trying to help?"
"Yep."
"You have people ready to kill Dumbledore to get you back!"
"And my parents."
"She sent Dumbledore a letter when she found out what he had done to you, and put some Blubber Puss in it for him to experience."
"Tell her thank you for me, by the way. I appreciate that very much."
"You know, Blubber Puss has the unique ability to repel Grindicks." Came from Luna, who calmly flipped a page.
"Grindicks. Isn't that one of the more annoying Canadian Magical Species?" Harry asked her, earning a wide grin from her.
"During summer, yes. During winter they hibernate." She gave him one last smile before returning to her reading.
Noticing the three giving him a blank stare, he shrugged. "What? My dad used to by Blubber Puss in stock every time we went to Canada in the summer."
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By the time they had reached Hogwarts, he had to admit. He had enjoyed the company of the older boys, and had gotten in some rather interesting conversations of different teams. He was a firm believer in the Canadian Teams, as well as the Russians. Cedric was rather intensely loyal to the German and French Teams, and Oliver was proud to support the Irish and the Bulgarians.
Susan and Harry had created some interesting discussion, of both Magical and Muggle relations, and she had mentioned she was making headway in the case of his parents, and promised to Owl home for some notes.
Luna and he however, talked everything from the Quibbler (he was delighted to know she was the Owner's Daughter) to other countries to even how Hogwarts was ran by. He promised to loan her a set of his rare creature books, picked up from an old Traveler Salesman.
He, however, was rather upset that she found herself constantly plagued by bullies, and made her promise that if anyone bothered her, she would tell him.
It had been Cedric though, who made him swear that if he found issues rising with the pressures of everyone and their expectations, he would come to him. Oliver was the one who told him if he, by a chance, was sorted in Gryffindor, he would try out. He had apparently the body for a beater, and if the Twins didn't work out, he could have the potential to replace them.
He had chuckled, and replied that if he had, he would find himself under a full out prank war.
By the time the train had slowed, he was slowly lowering his barriers, allowing these few people in. What feared him most was that he was welcoming the idea of friends.
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He gazed out calmly at the sea of unfriendly faces. The name Lestrange was not a welcome one, not here, not now. Cedric and Susan sat at the Hufflepuff table, offering small smiles, while Luna beamed much to the dismay of her housemates, while Oliver and the Twins leaning forward. He caught sight of Tonks, playing with a knife and watching carefully. He sat on the rickety stool and remained still as the hat was placed gently on his head.
Her felt the unsettling presence and remained emotionless. The Hat shifted through memories and thoughts, drawing them up and sorting through each emotion and moment. It was when he took a breath in, the rather strong, and loud voice breaking through the thick silence.
And this, dear chaps and chapettes, this is the very end of chapter-what chapter is this? Damnit. I'm lost. Anyways, this was kind of a fill chapter. Letting you all see his new friendships (someone mentioned Oliver and it was all like "HELL YES!" And I planned for Mr. Ceddy previously, and yeah. Susan and Luna. More deepening the personalities later. By the way, anyone got any ideas for their personalities? I have Luna as misunderstood, because the creatures she talks about are rare and aren't native to Britain. I mean, I took Tonks and made her slightly more violent and kickass, but yeah.
Speaking of Tonks, I wrote about the Femme Squad and her dream to join up, and someone mentioning she was halfblood which was a really good point, so I came up with a really good reason for her to be eligible to join up. So yeah. In two chapters probably you'll find out.
NOTE! Need a house. Give me a house and a reason. Please. I have an idea, but yeah. I'm open.
And, ideas? Please? Next chapter should be focused on?
*Walking Dead is an amazing Comic series, as well as TV series (seriously. If they kill Daryl though, I will be pissed.) But I don't own.
And speaking of not owning, I forgot to mention. I'm not British, my Government is not ruled by a Queen, I am not richer than said queen. Guess what? I don't own Harry Potter.
So. Sorry about the rant, reviews are welcomed and yeah. Night all. Its like 12:45 am here, and I am going to Skype my best friend living in Taiwan for the summer. Night. Or morning. Or whatever the hell it is there.