Chapter 3: Mom, Dad, I'm a wizard

(Disclaimer: in chapter 1!)

And that's how it went, wake up every morning, get ready, spend the morning shooting scenes with the cast and crew which he had learn to love and trust, then spend the rest of the day being avoided and ignored by the Dursleys. It suited him just fine.

One day Harry woke up earlier than the Dursleys, as usual, so he could shower, put on his make up and get dressed in his "freakish" clothes as Vernon calls them. Not that he actually says anything in front of Harry anymore. He's too scared of him.

When Harry got back to his room after his shower, fully dressed and with his contacts in place, he noticed that Hedwig was standing on his bed side table, a letter attached to her leg.

Harry took the letter, gave Hedwig some owl food and opened it. It read:

Dear Harry,

How are you mate? I hope your okay. Everything is fine with us. Well, as fine as it can be under the war threat anyway.

How are the muggles treating you? Mum says that they aren't feeding you enough. But that's what she says about everyone who keeps you more then a day away from her. She thinks everyone's too thin! I'm telling you; the second I got back from school she started stuffing my face with more food!

Is that even possible?? Harry snorted to himself.

Anyway... I know you aren't having too much fun there with your aunt and uncle, so how about coming over to the burrow? Dad and mum are going to talk Dumbledore into letting you stay with us. It'll be so much fun! We could practice quiddich and stuff, and celebrate your birthday. Hermione will be here too, she's coming over next week.

Oh, Ginny says hi (I think something's wrong with her Harry, she keeps getting that weird look on her face whenever your name turns up).

Hope to hear from you soon (and for the best),

Ron.

Ron. Harry thought with a scowl. Ron. I can't believe that I thought he was my best friend. Shameless git. After everything he's done to me, he still acts as though we're close. Probably so he could tell everyone he's the boy-who-lived's best friend, sodding bastard.

During last year, after Harry had finally mastered Legilimency and successfully got into Snape's mind undetected in one of his potions classes, he caught a fleeting thought coming from somewhere near him.

:::: Flashback::::

Harry just got back from Snape's mind, in which he had saw the most bizarre and hot memory of snape's first time, which Harry came out of, surprisingly red (okay not that surprising).

Who knew that Snape had that kind of body, I mean yum.

'Wonder what that wonder boy is blushing about?' a thought came over to Harry's mind.

Harry froze; he started searching the slytherins minds as the thought was delivered with the hatred that Harry knew from the green and silver side of his class. But no, there was nothing there. Except for the fact that Draco Malfoy was crushing on Blaise….

(DikiCat: He's a BOY!! Why do people insist he's a girl! Blaise is a boy's name not a girl's honestly, oh and the fact that his last name is Zabini NOT Zambini, like so many people write. GOD, learn to read people. Now that I am over my little tantrum, the story may continue).

HMM... That's interesting… I didn't know he's gay...

Thought it was fun to learn about that, Harry continued checking who that person was, this time on the Gryffindor side. It was only when two people remained that he had known who it was. And he couldn't believe it.

THOSE LITTLE BASTERD, how dare they!!? I'll fucking kill them and ring their necks!

Harry growled as he figured out who the two miscreants were.

Hermione while she didn't broadcast the massage still weren't his real friend, as Harry had found out, she was being paid by that old fool, to spy on him and to make sure that he was a good boy and what not.

Ron was the one that the thought came from; apparently the little fucker thought that he could be famous if he will be Harry potter's best friend. The rest of the Weaslys (besides Ginny, Bill, Charley and the twins), weren't any better as Harry knew that Dumbledore USED them to keep him on the light side, it's not as though Harry had any problem with that, it was a great idea worthy of any slytherin, but it was the fact that the old coot forced him to be his weapon was what was bothering him.

:: END FLASHBACK ::

Harry got back to his senses when he heard the unmistakable sound of Dudley going down the stairs for breakfast. He looked at the clock and noticed that he was going to be late. He threw the letter aside and apperated straight to the set's bathroom. Thankful there was no one there; he straightened his clothes and walked out.

"Harry! There you are I was looking all over for you!" Harry saw Jonathan walking towards him and he quickly thought of an excuse.

"Sorry, I was in the loo"

"'Course you were. Now come on, we have the last shots to do. You know," Jonathan made a displeased face, "the before and after the sex scenes. All you have to do is walk through this corridor and…"

The shooting took most of the morning, as the some of the actors had to repeat a few shots. Harry had another sex scene in the end, a do-over of the one he had with Kevin, as there were parts that weren't long enough for the editor and needed extensions.

(A/N RockJunkie: No, we will not write about it now. It's not the point now! And because I'm evil! Oh, stop whining. There will be more sex later. Very good sex. )

After the last scene was taken, Harry got back to his chair and began taking off his makeup with his hand forcefully, making disgruntled and annoyed faces when the stuff wouldn't come off entirely.

"Harry, are you okay?" Jonathan appeared from behind him and gave him a towel. "You've been sulking all day. When you're not acting, that is. Is there anything wrong?"

"No… well, yes... But it really doesn't matter…"

"Oh come on Harry, you know you can talk to me. If something's bothering you, I want to know about it. And besides, you know that mood swings affect the quality of the acting. Not that it bothered you today, though, you were excellent." Jonathan smiled.

"Well… it's my 'best friend'…" Harry said those last two words with contempt. "He wants me to come over to his place for the last month of summer, but I really don't want to. See, I discovered that he wanted to be my friend just for more popularity and school fame. My other friend… well… she isn't a lot better then the first. Both of them don't really want me around, and are just pretending. How could I have been so stupid, thinking that people actually wanted to be my friends?" He lowered his head to his hands and closed his eyes. "I'm sorry; it just came as a big shock. And I haven't said anything to them yet. They still think I don't know. What am I going to do? I can't spend the whole month with someone I can't trust anymore… And all these troubles with my aunt's and uncle's house… "

Jonathan put a hand on Harry's shoulder.

"I'm sorry to hear that you're friends are not what you thought they were. But Harry, don't let those shitheads get you down. You know you've got friends here, don't you? You can always talk to me."

"Thanks." But Harry didn't feel all that better. He still had to live with the Dursleys, which wasn't such a big improvement.

"Don't you have anywhere else to live? Like another family member or godparents?"

Sirius. Harry thought. No, He's been sent by the sod to an order mission.

"No. My godfather isn't in the country. I have to live with the Dursleys. God, I hate them…" Harry felt a hand petting his head.

"Well… it's just a thought, but… How about living with me?"

Harry's head shot up and he looked at Jonathan unbelievingly.

"R-Really? I can go live with you?"

"I'll have to move a few things, and of course warn my sister and my niece, but yeah, I'll be delighted if you did. I'll understand if you don't want to, it is your family and home-"

But Harry cut him off.

"Are you mad?! Of course I'll live with you! When can I move over to your place? Where do you live?" (A/N reminds you of anything? Ten points for whoever guesses it right)

"Whoa, hold it a moment, one question at a time. I don't know if I'm mad. Probably, but we'll let the experts decide that. You can come over today, I'll drive you to your house and you can pack and then we can go, as for where I live its number fourteen, Grimmauld Place"

Harry froze.

Damn! Just my luck. I get to stay with a hot guy, away from the Dursleys, and what's the down side? I'll live two inches from the bloody order! Will I EVER get away from them??

On the plus side though… did I already mention that I'm staying with a really hot guy?

"Harry?"

"Just a sec"

Harry raised his hands, moving them as though he was using them as scales.

Let's see… staying with a really REALLY hot guy… staying with a family that hates me. Finally having a real life with people who actually want you there… or staying with people who are using me. Risking my life and getting some action (hopefully)… or staying at that bloody house all day, getting bored out of my wits. Yeeeaaahhh… I think hot guy it is!

"Harry… Harry!"

"Oh, sorry. Yeah, I'll definitely go live with you! I'll go get my stuff by myself, suspicious neighbors." Annoying guard.

"You sure?"

"Yeah" Harry said as he walked out of the set.

Ding dong.

The door opened and Jonathan's face greeted Harry

"Glad you could make it, I already told Sarah about you. Julia, unfortunately, is out with her friends so I'll introduce you later"

Harry grinned as he entered the house.

"Jonathan, I can't find my black panties, do you know where it is?" called a voice from inside the house.

Harry raised an eyebrow.

"My sister. Ignore her."

"UNCLE JONNY!!"

The next thing Harry saw was a small, brown haired thing catapulting itself at Jonathan's stomach.

"UNCLE JONNY!! I'M HOME!!"

"Yes, I can see that." Jonathan sighed.

"Who's that?" Julia said, pointing at Harry who was mouthing 'uncle Jonny??' in amusement.

"Julia, it's rude to point. This is Harry Potter. He'll be staying with us for a while, until the start of school. So be nice."

"Harry Potter, isn't that a BOY's name? You look like a girl."

"I thought I told you to be nice, Julia! Ignore her; sometimes her mouth gets the better of her, just like my darling older sister."

His sister came into the room, and catching the last phrase.

"God, I'm only older then you by three minutes, so shut it!" she said, slapping him over the head. "You must be Harry… or Lilo, as Jonathan told me… he said you are one of the hardest working actors he's got, and one of the best. It's nice to finally meet you."

"Nice to meet you too" Harry said, shaking her hand.

"Well, I better show you to you're room… come with me." Jonathan led the way to a room in the back of the house. It wasn't that big, but rather cozy.

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The next few days were, surprisingly, uneventful. This means that Harry, unfortunately, didn't mange to catch Jonathan naked. (Not that he didn't try…)

Yes, uneventful, until…

"Aaaaaahhhhhh!! UNCLE JONNY!! There's an OWL in the house!! He… He wants to give me a LETTER!"

Harry froze.

Ho, fuck. They didn't find me, did they?? Ho fuck fuck fuck!

Jonathan looked up from his newspaper and glanced at Harry's shocked face.

"Ho, ignore her Harry. She always tries to prank me like that."

I wish. "maybe we should check it out" Harry suggested.

Jonathan nodded and they went to the kitchen.

They were greeted by the sound of laughter.

"Oh my god, people are so pathetic!"

They sew Julia and Sarah giggling at something as an owl left through the window. When they noticed the guys coming Julia grinned and called to Harry that he got one to

Harry grabbed his letter and looked at the address:

Mr. H potter

The back room (Harry couldn't help but snort at that one)

Number fourteen, Grimmauld Place

London.

Quickly opening it and scanning the contents. Just the book list.

"Let me guess. You're also a wizard that has to go to a magic school?" Julia drawled, and all three of the Keller family burst out laughing.

Harry shifted uneasily.

"Well… actually…"

TBC.

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people, a back room is a room in clubs (gay clubs, mostly) where people fuck. Good, no? And just to make you jealous in our town there is a club called 'The Dungeons' where there is just that and more going on there.