Okay Timber, since you have decided that you don't want to be mean anymore, I will answer your marginally more nicely phrased question. I was leaving that out. It may seem stupid, but it was the only way that the story fit. Harry was only a year old when Lily and James died and I wanted more of a noticeable difference in age between Harry and the twins so that they would be able to legally take care of him and have some life experience themselves.
I again, want to thank my amazing reviewers, especially madeyemarauder, for being avid readers to the story and giving me tips on how to make it better (you're right, I hate when people describe in detail everybody's outfits as well. I want plot not fashion) and for telling me that my characters are worth reading about. It really means a lot to me to know that my writing is appreciated by so many people.
Disclaimer: I don't' own Harry Potter or Paramore, even though I wish that I did because both J.K. Rowling and Hayley Williams are absolutely amazing!
"Okay, first things first." Joey and Harry were walking through the mall nearest to the Potter Manor. Actually, Harry couldn't be sure of that. Joey had whipped a portkey out of her pocket the second she had walked out of the front gate. 'We can't transport in and out of the house, theres some kind of protection around it. Like Hogwarts, only somewhat stronger' So now they were walking around the stores with Joey leading the way. "You need new glasses, or contacts. Which would you prefer?"
"I think I would rather keep my glasses. I always heard that contacts were a hassle." Harry said. He would rather be more worried about whatever battle he was in than whether or not his contacts were being irritating.
"They're actually not that bad. To each his own I guess." Joey said shrugged. "Okay, glasses then. There's an eyeglass store-" she looked to a map nearby, "upstairs at the end of the end of this hall."
Half an hour later Harry had new glasses. The circle frame had been changed to a square with the same simple black framing. He really didn't want to change them that much. Despite Joey's insistence that he wouldn't ever be allowed to wear them again, she took his new case which held his old glasses into her bag, rolling her eyes while doing so.
"So, I hear that you play quidditch?" Joey said. She needed a conversation starter until they reached the next clothing store that she wanted to get to.
"Yea, I play seeker for Gryffindor." Harry said, glad that she had found something to talk about. "I made the team in 1st year."
"Isn't there a rule that first years aren't allowed to play for their schools quidditch team until their 2nd year?" Joey asked. "That's how it was at Beauxbaton's."
Harry laughed at the reminder of his legendary admittance into the Gryffindor quidditch team. He started telling her the story and five minutes later they were being stared at by the employees of a new store. (A/N: I don't want to go in depth about what clothes he bought, just use your imaginations people )
By the time they were leaving the mall, they were walking with about double each of their own weights. Despite the fact that Harry had tried to insist that she not buy him anything. 'Nonsense you can't wear the elephant's clothes your entire life.'
Minnie greeted them inside the gates to the mansion. "Let Minnie helps you with the bags Joey."
"Thanks Min." Joey said. Minnie snapped her fingers and the bags disappeared from their arms. Joey seemed to have been expecting the sudden loss of weight but Harry was knocked off balance and sent to the grass. Joey helped him up laughing and then walking towards the house.
"Danny, où es-tu?" Joey shouted through the house as they walked up the stairs.
"Im ici Joey!" Harry could hear Danny shout back at their sister. (A/N: The translations for anything they say in a different language will always be at the bottom of the page. If I forget to put them there please feel free to remind me )
"You two speak French?" He asked Joey.
"Well yea. We both went to Beauxbaton's. It's not a very fun school when you cant understand your classmates. English is our first language, but we both speak 3 different languages." Joey laughed at Harry's look of shock. "Minnie would probably know even more, she has a lot of family in different countries and she visits them all of the time."
Harry turned around, thinking that Minnie would be slightly insulted by the fact that they were talking about her when she was right there, but Minnie had disappeared.
"She does that a lot." Joey said, noticing that he had turned around. "She'll disappear and reappear whenever. Anyway, back to our conversation. Me and Joey both speak English, Spanish, and French. Which means you at least need to learn French, because we use it all the time. We've actually mostly been speaking English for your benefit."
"Oh." Harry said uncomfortably. He didn't want them to feel obligated to change their lives to fit his own.
"Oh no you don't!" Joey started, shaking her finger in his face and stopping at the second flight of stairs. "Dumbledore told us about your tendency to blame things on yourself and you are never allowed to do that in this household. It is yours just as much as it is ours so you have no reason to feel uncomfortable."
Harry looked shocked for a moment at her immediate reproach, but smiled soon after. When Joey saw this, she smiled back and continued on to the second floor. "Besides, you'll know French soon so then it won't matter" Joey said this without turning around, instead heading into the kitchen to find Danny literally throwing sandwich meats over her shoulder out of the fridge and onto the counter.
"Hey Jojo! Hi Harry!" Danny said brightly. She was now dressed and hurrying around the kitchen looking for the supplies to finish lunch.
"Hi Danny!" They both said brightly as she threw plates with sandwiches in front of them before sitting down herself.
"I love the glasses Harry?" Danny said happily. "They're much better than your old ones."
"Thanks." Harry answered laughingly. The sheer energy she held was enough to take the wind out of him. She seemed like someone who was constantly happy. But also like someone who wanted to make sure that everybody around her was just as happy.
"You seem unnaturally peppy today Danny." Joey said, smiling amusedly at her sister.
"Well I get everybody in and out without getting blown up and the guy we were tracking was taken out! Who can blame me for being in a good mood?" Danny said smiling. Harry seemed a little shocked that she could talk about the assassination of a human being so naturally, but it seemed like it wasn't unusual for her because Joey smiled and commended her for her accomplishment before heading to put her dishes into the dishwasher.
"Harry, why don't you go put your clothes away?" Joey said. "Minnie probably put them in your room." Those two words still sounded unnatural to him. His room. "Then we have to get started on the chores. This list is enormous." Joey had the chores list that Minnie had stuck to the fridge that morning in her hand and was scanning the list with her eyes.
"Oh! Give me that for a minute Joey!" Danny said, extending her hand towards her sister. Joey gave her the list and Danny snatched a cap-less marker out of a mug sitting on the counter. She quickly crossed out a few things on the list and then handed the list back to Joey. "I already finished all of those. You guys just have to finish a few."
"Okay, take your pick of chores when your finished putting your clothes away Harry." Joey said, pulling a box marked cleaning supplies. The label on the side, which had a logo for crossfire gun company (which somewhat disturbed Harry) had been hastily crossed out with a black sharpie. Harry decided that he didn't want to ask, not wanting to ruin the small relationship he had with his sisters by asking them to many questions and getting on their nerves. He left the room while Joey started pulling cleaning supplies out of the box that he had often seen in the pockets of Mrs. Weasley's apron.
After a few hours of hard work, the house was finally clean. None of the members of the small family felt the need to talk as they all wondered off to their respective rooms. Harry, though he felt extremely tired, he was also extremely happy. For once he was happy going to sleep with hands that were rubbed sore from dish soap.
Because when he remembered how they got that way, he remembered how Joey had stared a soap war by dumping the bucket that she was using to mop the floors on Danny, he smiled. He smiled because he remembered his conversation with Danny that jumped from topic to topic while they were busy scrubbing the second floor bathroom with toothbrushes that were obviously too old to be doing much good to all of the muck that had accumulated underneath the sink. He remembered laughing quietly as Joey destroyed what was apparently her 34th load of laundry by leaving blue socks in a load of white laundry.
Harry Potter went to sleep with a smile on his face because he remembered the faces of the family that had been out of reach for him for such a long time.
Sorry for such a short chapter guys, I promise another is on the way but I felt like you deserved at least something considering how nice you guys have been tolerating my sporadic publishing.
Joey: "Ou es-tu?" - Where are you?
Danny: "Im ici Joey!"- I'm up here Joey!