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AAL: lol. It's been awhile,but ah well. I am updating now at least.

Chapter Eleven:

-Night of the Halloween Ball-

Harry checked his costume once more, sighing. Pansy and Aphael had gained up on him.

His hair was straight and allowed to hang down. (Against his will.) Pansy managed to corner him, and outline his eyes with black eyeliner and mascara.

Aphael managed to get Harry to wear a demon robe. It was forest green with a picture of a silver-black tree on the back, and silver vines circling around the sleeves.

Pansy also intertwined some ornaments shaped as silver feathers in his hair framing hisface. Harry would have burned the robe and shattered the ornaments if he hadn't been threatened with a sex-changing potion and dressing as a fairytale princess for the night (the potion would have actually lasted a week).

Harry entered the Great Hall scowling.

Looking around he saw Hermione and Ron dressed up as Christine and the Phantom from Phantom of the Opera. Exchanging a glance with Hermione, Harry smirked knowingly, pointing at his throat where a ring on a silver chain was around Hermione's neck, causing her to blush.

Turning his gaze away, Harry caught sight of Draco and blinked. Draco was dressed as a fallen angel with blood-red wings by the look of things. (So over used by people. But, I have nothing else at the moment. So feel free to imagine his costume, just be sure to have blood-red wings for him.)

Shaking his head, Harry caught sight of Tom and grimaced. Tom was dressed a Dark Lord, and Harry had an eerie feeling that Tom easily could have been or become one.

without a second thought Harry turned away from Tom's image, blinked, and laughed. A few feet away was Aphael, who apparently decided to dress as a Lord of Light Faeries. (Aphael hadn't allowed Harry to see his costume at all, and wouldn't change until after Harry was gone.)

Harry also saw Dave in at that moment, who had opted for the movie star approach, which he did manage to pull off.

Harry was about to make his way to Dave, but Aphael intercepted him. Aphael grabbed Harry's hand and pulled Harry on to the dance floor. "Come, dance with me."

Harry had no choice but to accept the dance, Aphael leading of course.

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Draco glared at Aphael. He was so caught up in glaring that he didn't hear Dave appraoch him. "So, what do you think of my little brother?"

Draco eyed Dave wearily. "He's unusual, but he does havea good heart. Makes you wonder sometimes why he was put in Slytherin. Why did your family come back here?"

"So Harry would have a chance to know his real father, and his real father should have the right to know about Harry as well." (Take that! This was for those who kept asking about it!)

"Is that all there is to it?"

Dave smiled. "It's Harry's secret. But, I will give you a warning. Aphael made his claim known to Harry when they were younger. You and Riddle are interfering." Dave then left Draco to his thoughts.

Halloweenhalloweenhalloween

After a half hour of dancing, Harry managed to get away from Aphael without seeming rude. Going over to the refreshments, Harry was going to get a drink when Tom cornered him.

Leaning forward, leaving Harry no time to react, Tom kissed Harry. When he pulled away, Tom whispered, "MY Harry."

Harry watched as Tom turned around and faded into the crowd. (Sorry Tom's so OC right now. But that's how it came out. Shrugs)

Harry, confused, made his way to Snape. "Hello Professor."

"Potter." Snape acknowledged.

Harry gave him a measured glance. "professor, why do you say my last name as if it's poison?"

Snape's eyebrow twitched before an unpleasant sneer appeared on his face. "That, Potter, would be your father's fault so go ask him."

Harry smiled secretively.

Snape raised an eyebrow in response.

Harry, shook his head and, still smiling, walked off whistling to himself "This is Halloween" from Nightmare before Christmas, leaving Snape confused and with his thoughts.

-Dumbledore's Office-

Dumbledore was dancing drukenly, humming a tune that was way off in his drunken state, and ocassionally chuckling at nothing.

McGonagall, who had come to ask Dumbledore something had also gotten drunk, and was currently chewing on a catnip toy, believing that she was in her animagus form.

Sirius, also incredibly drunk, was currently flirting with Phineas Nigellus' portrait. (All, except one portrait, were drunk as well.)

Sirius leaned closer to Phineas' portrait. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you could be my brother."

Phineas moved to thefront of his portrait. "What are you talking about? It's you who could be my brother."

A portrait of an old man, Headmaster Elveron (so made up), sighed in annoyance, being the only portrait in the Headmaster's office not drunk. "I hope you two realize that you are related."

"Oh, what do you know?!" Both Sirius and Phineas chorused, feeling insulted.

-The Morning After-

Sirius woke up with a headache. Dumbledore and McGonagall had already left.

Sirius groaned. "What did I do last night?"

"What hit me?" Phineas grumbled, having just woke up as well.

The two glanced at each other. Insert 10 second pause. "Oh, ewwwwwww!!" Sirius began hitting his head on the wall that he had fallen asleep by.

Phineas made a disgusted face. "Tell me about it. I've never been more ashamed of my family since my portrait has been in existence."

Elveron smirked at them, more like sneered actually. "I did warn you two fools, but you dismissed it without much thought."

Both Sirius and Phineas glared at him, loathing loathing shining through their eyes.

Interlude: November, near the end of the month

AN: I know Thanksgiving isn't really celebrated anywhere but America but this is sort of my tribute to it without the actual holiday being involved.

Harry was sitting at the Hufflepuff table during dinner time, earning him strange looks, especially since he was actually getting along with them.

"Hey what else has your dad done that was stupid. First he can't use a toaster, thenhe blew up the dishwasher while cleaning, so what else is there?" Justin Flinch-Fletchery(?) asked.

Harry smiled. "He thought the washing machine was eating his clothes, and shot spells at it. Alas, mum won't let us get a house-elf, but she is weakening!"

The Hufflepuffs laughed with Harry, deciding he wasn't bad for a Slytherin.

Justin took a bite of his chicken, before making a face. "What I wouldn't give for some KFC during the school year."

"Oh, that does sound good." Harry said, after trying the chicken as well.

Hannah joined in the conversation, "I had that once about a year ago. It was so good. I especially liked their mashed potatoes and gravy."

Every Hufflepuff who had ever had KFC, which was at least one-half of the table, and Harry went, "MMMMMMMMMMMhhhhmmmmmmm." Practically drooling.

Harry suddenly leaned forward. "The worst place to go, and themainone you should be aware of, is McDonald's."

His eyes shifted and he whispered seriously, "They have spies everywhere. There could be one amongst us even now."

Everyone at the Hufflepuff table glanced fearfully around.

Then a first year broke the slight tension by shouting,"Ice-cream!"

Harry looked up and down the table, looking for said sweet. "What?! Where?! Where?!"

The Hufflepuffs laughed at him. Susan pushed a small desert bowl of Rocky Road Ice-cream toward him.

Harry grabbed it, and disappeared to the end of the Hufflepuff table with the least people there. Hannah laughed. "What are you Harry?"

Harry grinned, taking a bite of ice-cream. He never answered the question.

-Later in the Slytherin Common Room-

Harry found himself cornered by Aphael and Draco. "So, what were you and the Hufflepuff's talking about Harry?" Aphael asked.

Harry blinked. "My dad's mishaps with muggle appliances, KFC, a.k.a. Kentucky Fried Chicken, McDonald's, and ice-cream."

Aphael and Draco gave him blank looks.

Harry's eyes widened in surprise as he realized what those looks meant. "You two have never been to a muggle restaurant or fast food place! I must inform Dumbledore of this tragedy!"

With that, Harry left the Slytherin Common Room and headed for the Headmaster's office, determination in his emerald-obsidian eyes.

End of Chapter Eleven and the Interlude

AN:This was supposed to be two separate chapters but I felt like doing it this way instead. Out of curiousity, how many people went and got something to eat because of the interlude. Don't answer if you don't want to, which means that I probably won't get an answer.

R&R please.