AN: I hate not ending on a cliff hanger. I have no idea what's going to happen in this chapter. This is more of a connector chapter…very boring, so I'm filling it with humor…sorry it's going to suck.

Disclaimer: Do I own anything? No, no I do not.

Warnings: Character Death, Small Matt/Mello, Rearranging of plot lines, moody PMSing blondes that don't want chocolate, and still no Mello!

Song lyric: "I took a Louisville slugger to..."- From Carrie Underwood's Before he cheats. (This line comes into place at the end of the chapter.)

Matt's Grand Adventures with Many Clichés

Matt closed his eyes and tried to block out every thing. He felt like screaming. His mother ranted on and on about things he really didn't care about. He really didn't want to tell her to shut up. He was in enough trouble already. He opened one eye under his goggles and half listened to his mother. She was saying that Ron's other friend was coming and the two of them had to get him a wand. She then explained what a wand was. Matt just rolled his open eye, felt dizzy, and let her ramble on and on. He pictured her as a Yeller personally. Annoying and stubborn, but when in a good mood not to bad. Though Matt did think this was quite cliché, wizards using wands. What was next witches using cauldrons? So when every one but Matt finished breakfast his mom told him to get ready to go. Matt had no idea what he was doing so he just sat there. It worked at Wammy's all the time. Well, except for the one time…and the time after that…and every time. Well, he thought it would work here. His mother got impatient and told him what to do again. Go up to room, grab brother's clothes to wear out, and get down here. Ok, Matt could do this. He took the steps two at a time. He must get to the top of the stairs to defeat the hideous giant ape that held princess Peach! Err…Matt meant he had to get to the stairs to get dressed. That was it. Matt wasn't hallucinating or anything. He didn't need video games that bad. He wasn't imaging that he was Mario. Matt wasn't insane. Maybe he was, maybe he just needed some games. He needed to stop hallucinating. Matt could have screamed. No, he had to rescue the princess. Err…get dressed. Matt also needed therapy. Lots and lots of therapy. So Matt finally ran up the stairs (they were not enchanted. Matt said to himself). He went to the closet and saw many robes. They looked like bathrobes. So, he grabbed one and put it on over his striped shirt and blue jeans. He ran his fingers threw his hair to keep it down and make it look like he wasn't going through a withdrawal. Yeah, he wasn't going to be able to fake it. He didn't look in the mirror because he didn't really want to break the mirror again, it hurt his hand. So he went down stairs and looked to his mother.

"Do you own anything not so…striped?"
"Nope. I like stripes." His mother just nodded and ushered him to the fire. She grabbed a pot of dirt and held it to him. He looked at his mother like she was insane (Who was he to talk?)

"Well take it." He just looked at her.

"Why?"

"Sorry, I forgot you've never traveled this way. Take a handful of this power and stand in the fire place." Matt's eyes widened behind his goggles. He shook his head, he wasn't stepping in the fire. No way. No way in hell was he stepping into a fire.

"No, no no no no and no. I will not do it. Just no." His mother argued with him. But Matt wouldn't get into the fireplace. So she decided to humor him and walk there. So the two of them set off to Diagon Alley. Matt wasn't to sure what that was but, oh well! So the two of them were walking when Mrs. Weasley stopped and stuck out her wand. Matt wondered what she doing then a triple decked bus came out of nowhere. The doors opened and she dragged Matt on. She told the driver where she wanted to go and then the two of them sat on a bed that was there instead of seats.

"Mom, where are we?"

"This is the Night Bus." Matt was about to point out the fact that it was the morning, but then the bus started moving. The bus was breaking every possible law of everything. It shrunk, went between cars, and twisted parts of it while other parts didn't twist. Matt's eyes widened under his goggles. So fast, it felt as if he had eaten a full 10 course meal and was now riding the biggest loopiest roller coaster in a park. He felt like he would puke. Soon enough he was able to get off of the evil bus and get onto the sidewalk. He would have kissed the ground but he decided he shouldn't when he saw it was covered with chewed gum. Matt looked around at where they were. He saw a small building that no one noticed. He looked at the people surrounding him. One caught his eye. So Matt told him mother he'd be right back. Matt went to see the one that caught his eye. He was right. The boy who he was looking at had short curly white hair. The adult that had been with him had went into a store to get something so the boy was just standing there. Matt thought he looked familiar. So he went and checked. He was right, it was Near from Wammy's house. He assumed that the adult he was with was Rodger. He went up and tapped Near on the shoulder. Near turned around and cringed a bit away.

"Matt."

"Near"

"I thought you were going away."

"I am…err…I am away…my…" Matt couldn't say the word mother no matter how hard he tried. Near seemed to get the picture and waited for Matt to finish.

"Is taking me shopping for some such things…She doesn't like stripes." For a moment Near smiled. Near didn't smile often but Matt could make Near smile at his stupid little comments.

"Why did you come over here?" Near asked as he twirled his hair in his fingers.

"Just felt like seeing if it was you. Just wanting to see if the smartest at Wammy's has any ideas on how to run away from a family…" Near gave him a look. The two talked for a bit, Near made fun of his robe, and Matt punched Near. Then, the two separated. As Matt was walking back to his mother he realized what he forgot. He wanted to ask about Mello. It had been only two days and he missed his blonde friend. The blonde was the only one who had cared about him before. He sighed to himself and met his mother and they went into the building that was small. The two walked into the building. It was a pub. Matt knew pubs, he could tell if they were in one and they were.

"Were in a pub." He said. His mother looked at him.

"Yes, how did you know that?" He smiled.

"If you remember this morning. I've been to pubs since I was 8...I know what they look like." His mother frowned at the fact her son could tell a pub by being in one.

"I really don't like that…This orphanage doesn't sound too good if they let 8 year olds go to pubs." Matt laughed.

"They didn't know. They turned a blind eye to things like where the orphans were after classes ended." Mrs. Weasley just shook her head. Mrs. Weasley then saw one of her friends. Mrs. Longbottom. She took care of her grandson Neville. She struck up a conversation with her friend. So soon as they talked Matt was pushed to Neville. The two were introduced and given butterbeer.

"Hello…Mail right?"

"Ya, but you can call me Matt." Neville just looked at him.

"Mail is fine. So…where were you raised for your life?" Matt rolled his eyes in his goggles.

"An orphanage. If your next question is about the goggles I just need them ok?" Neville nodded. The two sat in silence for awhile then Matt asked about his drink.

"Now what is this…?"

"Butterbeer. It's very good." At the word beer Matt's eyes widened and he smiled a bit. Beer was good it could get him though his withdrawal. He took a gulp of it. He almost puked at the taste of it.

"This is the most disgusting beer I've ever tasted. It's like they forgot to put in the alcohol and only put in crap."

"It's non-alcoholic. Have you had real beer before?"

"Yes, I've been drinking ever since I was 8. I need something with alcohol or tobacco in it." Neville just looked at him. Matt groaned.

"Sorry, I'm just going though withdrawal. I get moody and angry when I do. Not your fault." Neville nodded and hoped his grandmother would finish with her conversation and take him away from Mail. Mail scared him. Neville attempted to get the conversation away from drinking and onto other things. So he started on the topic of school. Mail knew nothing about Hogwarts. So Neville explained things the best he could. Mail looked interested in school. When they were both finally comfortable talking to each other their guardian's conversation was over and it was time for them to head separate ways. Matt said that they would see each other again at school and then Mrs. Weasley took Matt to the back of the pub and Mrs. Longbottom took Neville to the entrance of the pub. In the back of the pub Molly took out her wand and tapped bricks on the brick wall. The wall split in two and showed a town that was hidden behind it. There were so many buildings. Matt hadn't ever seen this many happy people in one place. His mother lead him though the shops and every thing. Soon they stopped outside a little shop that had the word Ollivander's written on it. The two entered the shop. Matt looked around to see boxes and boxes. They were all very long. He didn't see any owner or workers in the shop. Then an odd man came from the back. He looked quite insane.

"Aw, Mail Weasley. I didn't think I'd ever get the pleasure of meeting you." Matt wondered how the man knew his name. He didn't ask because the man was asking him questions.

"Which is your wand arm?" Matt raised his eyebrows.

"I'm right handed…" The man nodded and a tape measure measured him in random spots.

"I am Mr. Ollivander. I am the one who owns this store. I can match you up with your perfect wand." Matt just nodded and let him go on and on. Soon he looked though the shelves and pulled out a box. In it was a wand.

"12 inches, ash wood with a unicorn tail hair. Very good for Charms. Give it a wave." Matt waved the wand that was given to him. It didn't do anything. Mr. Ollivander pulled it away and gave him a different one.

"9 and a half inches, willow with a dragon heart string core. Very swishy." Matt did the same. Something in the store broke. Mr. Ollivander pulled it out of his hand and gave him a new one. Swish, damage to the store. New wand, Matt waved it and two shelves fell down. Mr. Ollivander looked at him.

"I wonder what could be perfect for you…" He looked though the shelves and pulled out a box.

"Maybe…try this one. 11 inches vine wood. The core is the hair of a werewolf. This is the only wand I made with anything but unicorn hair, dragon heartstring, or phoenix feathers. Give it a wave boy." The wand had a slight yellow-ish tint to it. Matt sighed and waved the wand. He thought he heard someone singing and he saw a slight blue light.

"Yes, this is the perfect wand for you. Funny thing is the werewolf I took the hair from was gay…That is why I only made one wand out of werewolf hair." Mr. Ollivander smiled at Matt. It was one of those I know you are so gay smiles. The kind that people give guys who talk in the high pitched voices and have the little hand dog things. His mother didn't seem to notice because she just paid for the wand and then the two of them left the shop. They walked through out the marketplace and saw may people ogling a broom store.

"Mom, do you know how cliché that is? I mean every story with witches in it involve a broom. I mean this is like the king of cliché." His mother just nodded, ignoring him. So when they passed a caldron shop Matt went half crazy.

"Cliché cliché cliché Mom, do you realize how cliché this all is!" His mother just nodded and let him go on. Soon they were at a fire place.

"Now do you want to take the bus home or floo home like I wanted to floo here?" His eyes widened behind his goggles.

"I really don't want to ride that bus again." She smiled and explained to him how to do it. So he stepped into the fireplace and threw the powder he was given into the flames and said

"The Burrow!" Matt felt like his head was spinning in green flames. Eventually he was in his home in the fireplace. He was helped out by an older brother and then his mother came into the fireplace. The one brother, who Matt though was Bill, asked Molly a question as he helped her out of the fireplace.

"So how did the wand hunt go?" Mrs. Weasley smiled

"We got one." She pulled the wand out and showed it to the boys. They looked at it for a moment and then handed it to Matt.

"It's very nice Mail." The one said. Matt just stood there. He had gone and gotten a wand and the wand shop owner knew he was gay. The perfect day. He sighed and tucked the wand behind his ear like he use to do with a pencil. Matt then asked where every one else was. They had all gone to get Ron's friend Harry. So Matt just sat down and waited for them all to get home. The other three who were there (His mother, Bill, and Charlie) sat and talked. They attempt to include him in the conversations, but he didn't know very much about this world. So he just sat listening to his family members. He could have yawned he was so board. He closed his eyes. He was on the verge of falling asleep when a fire started in the fire place and one of the twins popped out. Matt realized that he didn't know the twin's names. He pondered this for a moment then realized he didn't care. He never liked twins. He supposed that it was something that had happened before Wammy's. But he didn't feel like asking. His mother said something about having to get things ready upstairs. So she went upstairs while the twin sat down. He explained that he dropped a sweet that would make some kid's tongue grow. Matt had to join them in laughing. It was a great trick. He wished he could have done that to people at Wammys. That would have been amazing.

"Where did you get the sweet you dropped?"
"George and I made them." The one twin smiled when he said this.

"Cool." Matt said. Matt assumed that George was one of the twins. He still didn't know that one twin's name though. As soon as he thought this the other twin came crawling out of the fireplace. He stood up all the way and made his way over to the rest of the group. They started talking more. Then Ron came out of the fireplace. How many people can come out of one fireplace? Matt thought they had ended but then another boy came out of the fireplace.

Harry came out of the Weasley's fireplace. He saw Ron, the twins, and three other boys he didn't know. He assumed the older two must have been Ron's oldest brothers, Bill and Charlie. The other boy had huge goggles covering his eyes. Harry could only assume that this was the brother Ron had written about. He didn't look like a freak like Ron said he did. Ron came over and dragged Harry to the rest of them. The oldest ones smiled.

"Hello, I'm Bill." Bill held his hand out. Harry shook it.

"And I'm Charlie." Charlie did the same. Harry then looked to the final boy. Ron hadn't mentioned his name. The goggled boy didn't seem to want to talk to Harry. So Harry introduced himself first.

"Hello, I'm Harry Potter." The goggle kid just looked at him…err…Harry thought the goggle kid looked at him. He couldn't tell. Everyone looked at him. He just sat there with his head facing Harry. The kid finally got the hint they were waiting for him to talk because he sighed. But he didn't say what his name was. He did give a wave, however.

"Mail…" Charlie said to him. He moved his head to face Charlie.

"What? Was I supposed to say something?" Charlie nodded. The boy, who Harry now knew was Mail, shrugged. Then they heard a sudden pop and Mr. Weasley was there. He started scolding Fred and George for dropping the sweet. While he was doing this Mrs. Weasley came down the stairs and heard what they did. She blew up. So Ron, Harry, and Hermione went upstairs. They were followed by Mail. Only when they got to Ron's room they couldn't hear the screaming.

Matt followed the three up to his brother's room. He hadn't said anything to Ron's friend before now because he really didn't feel like it. So when they got to Ron's room he did introduce himself.

"Hi, I'm Mail…but you can call me Matt if you want to." He smiled at Ron's friend Harry. Harry looked at him like he was crazy.

"Why are you so nice now, you didn't even talk before." Matt just shrugged.

"I just didn't feel like it before. I do now. Got a problem with it?" Harry shook his head and whispered to Ron that Mail scared him. Matt looked at Harry. He wasn't very tall. He had bottle green eyes and messy black hair. This boy was thin and had a scar on his forehead.

"What's with the scar?" The three looked at him. Harry then went into a long story that could have filled at least three books. (It did…we call them HP 1-3) Matt just nodded. So some wizard was killing people just like Kira was now. Matt watched as the three talked a bit until dinner. When Dinner came around the family ate and had several different conversations. Matt wasn't interested in any of them but he half paid attention to them. He did this until Hermione started flirting with him. He rolled his eyes and was trying to think of how to tell her he wasn't interested. He couldn't think of a way. He is a genus and he can't think of a way to tell a girl off. He never had to tell a girl off. He had to tell them he didn't want to go out with them, but he never had to tell a girl to leave him alone. His brother Ron saw that Hermione was flirting with him and his eyes flashed in anger. Ron liked Hermione, anyone with eyes could see that. Well, maybe only people that were very smart and had eyes. Matt wondered how long until Ron or he killed each other. He figured not very long. Ron had many reasons to hate him, and he used every reason. This was like Near and Mello, except with two red-heads. Matt was Near, because he didn't want the ''prize'' of getting Hermione. Ron was Mello. He wanted to win Hermione so much that he would kill Matt for it. Wait, if Ron was Mello…then Matt was dating his brother? Ewww…no…Ron was just acting like Mello in one way. He was different in so many ways also. Mello was more dangerous and cute. Mello could totally kick Ron's ass. Matt took a deep breath. He was better now. Soon dessert was served. After dessert they all had to go to bed. They apparently had an early morning because of some game thing. Matt's parents had gotten an extra ticket so he could go with the family. Really Matt didn't care too much about spending time as a family but he had to go. He got into his bed and put his goggles on the bedside table. Matt slept deeply that night. No nightmares to plague his dreams.

Hours later he was woken up by his father.

"Mail, come on get up." Matt rolled over so he didn't face his father.

"Mel, I'm sleeping, go bother what's-his-face-name-thing" Matt mumbled still half-asleep. His father shook him and he opened one eye. He growled.

"What. I'm sleeping." His father laughed a bit.

"I can see that. It's time to wake up though." Matt nodded and sat up. His father woke every one else up and left the room. Matt stumbled out of bed and went to the closet. He looked at the closed closet door and wondered how to get to the clothes inside the closet. He blinked sleepily a few times. He was so drowsy that he forgot how to open a door. He attempted to reach through the door. No, that didn't work. He blinked a few more times then he remembered how to open a door. So he opened the door and got dressed. Soon when every one was dressed the lot of the children when down to breakfast. They were all tired and they wanted to go back to sleep. But they made it though breakfast (Mostly…Matt was still in major withdrawal mode). Then, Mr. Weasley, Fred, George, Mail, Ron, Hermione, Harry, and Ginny all went to a huge hill that was a few miles from the house. When they were on the hill they met the Diggory family. Apparently the boy Cedric had beaten Harry in Quidditch. So all of the boys were mad at Cedric. They all looked at him like it was his fault the world would end in the years to come. So they got all the introductions made (Mail's took a bit of time to explain) Mr. Diggory pulled out an old boot and told every one to grab hold of it. Matt just looked at them but grabbed it anyway. He waited for a few seconds until he felt a hook jet into his stomach and pull him away. He couldn't breathe until he felt himself hit the ground. The bad part was that Ron had landed on top of him.

"Ow…" Matt said when Ron didn't move from on top of him. He waited a few moments then told Ron to get off of him.

"Ron…I am your brother…not the ground. Get off of me." Ron gave him a dirty look and got off of him. Soon the adults (and Cedric) came walking down from the sky. Matt thought it was just him having some kind of side affect of something, but every one else seemed to see it too so Matt just let it go. When his father made sure that every one was ok, the families went they're separate ways. So Matt walked with his family to the camp ground that his father had rented. Sadly Mr. Weasley didn't know how to set up the tents, Harry had never been camping, and the rest of the family was useless at muggle things, so it was up to Matt and Hermione to set up the tents. Hermione kept flirting with him while he attempted to ignore her. As soon as the tents were set up he was sent with Ron, Harry, and Hermione, who he nicknamed the trio, to get water. He was glad he was sent because his father had just discovered the 'joy' of matches. On the way to getting water the trio introduced him to friends from school. Matt attempted to remember the names and faces, for the kids would be his classmates soon. The four of them walked around for some time until they met a kid that looked like he dumped a bottle of bleach on his head then spend many hours in the sun. The kid smirked at them.

"Well lookie here, Potty, Weasel, and the mudblood. How could you possibly afford to be here? And who is this?" He spat at Matt. Matt looked at him. He was blonde…he was angry…he was most likely PMSing. It was like a Mello clone!

"This is Ron's brother Mail. What's it to you Malfoy?" Harry said. The boy, Malfoy, smirked again.

"How is your family going to pay for another brat? Sell that sister of your's into slavery?" Ok, Matt was freaked. That sounded like something Mello would say to Near…well if Near had a sister…or a family…or was obsessed with slavery. He just had to ask.

"Hey Malfoy, do you have a strange, almost famine craving for chocolate?" The blonde boy looked at him. He looked at the boy. The blonde looked at his goggled eyes, Matt looked into his pale blue eyes. When Matt looked into them it reminded him of Mello's eyes. He had seen that look in his friend's eyes so many times before. It was what Matt liked to call the What the heck eyes. Matt almost laughed at this. The blonde looked at him in shock before answering.

"No. I don't like chocolate." Matt sighed.

"Well, that sucks. Until you said that you were cool. Even if your eyes are to pale and your hair looks like you spilled bleach on it."

"Was that an insult?"

"Yes." The blonde boy looked at him.

"Well then. You're just like your family. Don't get use to having stuff, the blood traitors won't be able to afford anything…" The sentence was cut off because Matt punched Malfoy hard. A cracking sound was heard and Malfoy clutched his jaw in pain. Matt lifted up his goggles up, his green eyes shining with an anger that only Mello could normally bring out, and smirked at the boy.

"Don't make fun of me or my…family again." He gritted his teeth and then added Mello's favorite threat. "Or else." He smiled, but his goggles down and turned back to the trio.

"So, let's get that water then."

AN: Ok, this was going to be up sooner but I had a school trip and it wasn't ready in time. The random appearance by Near was there for a reason. I got a review that said "To bad Near doesn't seem like he'll be an active character…" So I threw him in there for Quarter Queen and Gingey who loves Near. He had no real point. Um…Neville is in there because I want Matt to meet a few more people from Hogwarts before he got there. The wand thing, I wanted him to have a unique wand core…and Ollivander knows every thing about every one. So he knew that Matt was gay and gave him a wand from a gay werewolf…at first it was something else but I decided on Werewolf. I just really wanted to put Matt/Malfoy reactions in this chapter…Malfoy reminds me of Mello a tad bit, so I put him in here. So review, don't do drugs, or smoke, or be like Matt and Mello in any way shape or form. See you later.