Moa: I'm BACK! :D I'm so sorry for the wait but I had to re-read the Harry Potter book before posting this so I wouldn't do any awful mistakes with the plot... Not having my computer for three weeks didn't exactly help either.

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(Could someone please tell me how you make that line thingy? Thanks. One of those here.)

(Grimmauld Place 12, takes place when Harry arrived there the first time)

Harry's POV

Harry Potter stepped over the threshold into almost total darkness of the hall. He looked over his shoulder and saw the others filing in behind him, Lupin and Tonks carrying his trunk and Hedwig's cage. Moody was standing on the top step releasing the balls of light the Put-Outer had stolen from the streetlamps; they flew back to their bulbs and the square glowed momentary with orange light before Moody limped inside and closed the front door, so that the darkness in the hall became complete.

"Here-"

Moody rapped Harry hard over the head with his wand; Harry felt as though something hot was trickling dawn his back. The Disillusionment Charm from earlier must have lifted.

"Now stay still, everyone, while I give us a bit of light in here," Moody whispered.

There was a hissing sound and old-fashioned gas lamps flickered to life all along the walls, illuminating the hall. Harry could now see the peeling wallpaper and the age-blackened portraits that hung crooked on the walls.

There were hurried footsteps and Ron's mother, Mrs Weasley, emerged from a door at the far end of the hall. She was beaming in welcome as she hurried towards them.

"Oh, Harry, it's lovely to see you"

Harry found himself in an rib-cracking hug before Mrs Weasley held him at arm's length and examining him critically.

"You're looking peaky; you need feeding up, but you'll have to wait a bit for dinner, I'm afraid."

She turned towards the rest of the people in the hall and was just about to say something when the door flung open. Everybody present turned around to the newcomer.

Harry couldn't help but to stare in surprise. The stranger was wearing light blue jeans and a white hoodie, with the hood pulled over his eyes. He had an black scarf hiding the lower part of his face and black gloves hiding his hands. All in all Harry couldn't see one ounce of his skin. The stranger looked (?) at the people in the hall before mock saluting and disappearing up the stairs. Harry turned to ask about him but stopped when he saw Moody's face.

He was glaring after the white-clad stranger like he had done something very rude and very personal against the man.

Mrs Weasley coughed quietly and started whispering again.

"As I was saying, the meeting is starting. Harry; Ron and Hermione are upstairs. You can wait with them until the meeting is over."

Harry was about to ask about the stranger but Mrs Weasley pressed her finger on her lips and led him up the stair and past a row of shrunken heads. Taking a closer look Harry realized they belonged to house-elves. Gross.

"Mrs Weasley, Why...?"
"Ron and Hermione will explain everything, dear, I've got to hurry, I'm supposed to be at the meeting. Here."

They had reached the second landing an Mrs Weasley pointed at the door on her right.

"You're sleeping in there. I'll call you when the meeting is over."

And she hurried downstairs again.

Harry crossed the landing to the door she had pointed at and turned the doorknob, which just happened to be shaped like a serpents head, and opened the door.

He managed to cough a brief glimpse of the room before he heard a loud shriek and was crushed in the second rib-cracking hug that evening. This time his vision was blocked too by a large quantity of very bushy hair. Hermione had clearly decidedthat breathing wasn't essential for him, while Ron's owl, Pigwidgeon, zoomed excitedly round and round their heads.

"HARRY! Ron, he's here, Harry's here! We didn't hear you arrive! Oh, how are you? Are you all right? Have you been furious with us? I bet you have, I know our letters were useless- but we couldn't tell you anything... (etc)"

Hermione proceeded with keeping a rant about how sorry they were and how the ministry couldn't expel Harry and so on. Finally Ron decided to save Harry's eardrums (and life).

"Let him breathe, Hermione." He said grinning.

Beaming Hermione let go of Harry, and before she could start another full-out rant there was a soft whooshing sound and something white soared from on top of the dark wardrobe and landed on Harrys shoulder.

"Hedwig!"

"She's been in a right state," said Ron. "Pecked us half dead when she brought your last letters, look at this."

His finger sported a half healed but clearly deep cut.

"Oh ,yeah, sorry about that," said Harry "but I wanted answers, you know..."

"We wanted to give them to you mate, Hermione was going spare, she kept saying you'd do something stupid if you were stuck all on your own without news, but Dumbledore made us..."

Harry interrupted him this time.

"... Swear not to tell me. Yeah, Hermione's already said."

They were so caught up in their conversation that they didn't notice soft footsteps coming down the hall. Harry was gradually becoming angrier and just as he was about to blow up, the footsteps stopped right outside their door. Listening to the conversation inside. Wasn't hard, Harry had namely started shouting his lungs out.

"SO YOU HAVEN'T BEEN IN THE MEETINGS, BIG DEAL! YOU'VE STILL BEEN HERE, HAVEN'T YOU? YOU'VE STILL BEEN TOGETHER! ME, I'VE BEEN STUCK AT THE DURSLEYS' FOR A MONTH! AND I'VE HANDLED MO..."

"Meh, wha' is this?"

Harry swirled around and felt his jaw hit the floor.

Leaning casually against the door frame was a maybe fifteen years old boy with a sadistic smirk plastered on his face. And the boy was white. Not as in pale, but white. Snow white. Even his clothes were light colors. But that wasn't the most unnerving thing about him. It was his eyes.

They were golden with black scleras.

It didn't help at all that the boy was staring at Harry unblinkingly. Then the boy opened his mouth to speak Harry felt himself cringe, His tongue and mouth were blue.

"So, ya are the Harry Potter? Pleasure. Mah name is Hichigo Shirosaki."

(Line - Line)

Hichigo's POV

Just as Hichigo thought. Their faces were priceless! The girl was staring at him wide eyed and the red-head was pale, but the Potter kids face was the best. Mouth hanging open he made a good imitation of a dead fish. Hichigo smirked a little bit wider.

Gradually the boy seamed to recover from the shock and stammered out something that sounded like a "nice to meet you, too". All right, time to mess with the boys head a little.

"Ya know, I expected somethin' a little bit more of someone who th' ministry is so fascinated of makin' a fool of."

Potters face made an u-turn, now he was angry.

"And what are you doing here, then?" His face was an interesting shade of red.

Hichigo smirked wider and chuckled in response. Then he left without saying another word, but he left one of those Extendable Ears the twins made in the room.

He didn't want to miss the following conversation now, did he?

Sure thing, the Golden trio started whispering the second he left the room.

"Who was that?"That was the Potter boy. And didn't he already hear Hichigo's name? Damn, he was slow...

"That was Mr Shirosaki, he's a member in the Order." That was the girl... What was her name now again?

"Yeah, and in case you didn't notice, he's bloody creepy! I mean, look at the eyes!" Wow, thanks Mr-state-the-oblivious-and-sorry-I-can't-remember-your-name-either.

"He was here when we arrived... We don't see him that often though. We only know that he works for someone else than Dumbledore." Was her name Harmony?

"Wait, what is this place, anyway?" He asks about it now? The Potter kid wasn't the smartest one...

"Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix." That was the red-head.

"Is anyone going to bother telling me what the Order of the Phoenix..."

"It's a secret society, Dumbledore's in charge, he founded it. It's the people who fought against You-know-who last time." Her surname was Granger... Wasn't it?

"Yeah, and we think Dumbledore made some kind of a deal with Shirosakis boss. And that's more or less everything we know of him." Hmmm... Was it Weasel?

Anyways the conversation that followed consisted of Potter's annoyance and his two friends trying to calm him down. Hichigo didn't find that interesting so he let it slide.

He walked down the stairs and past the long, moth-eaten curtains and an umbrella-stand that looked like a trolls foot. Then he emerged into the kitchen, and alas, had all the eyes on him.

Not like he wasn't used to it.

"Well? Care to tell us where you ran of to?"

Hichigo turned his head against the source of the voice. Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody. Who else would it be? The man had been on his case ever since he first laid a foot in his line of sight. It was unfair... Hichigo hadn't done anything!

Ok, so maybe the "I'm gonna eat yer soul" joke was a litle over the top. But still!

Hichigo stared (creepy) at the wizard a moment before beaming (creepily) and saying "Nope!" in a cheerful (creepy as hell) voice and sitting down. Moody glared at him. Mungdungus swallowed air.

Now the rest of the people in the room had recovered from the shock and resumed with whatever they were doing. Hichigo sat back in a corner and tried to sleep, he hadn't slept in a good 48 hours.

(Line-Line)

CRASH

Hichigo bolted awake and spun around. The meeting seamed to be over and dinner seamed to be ready. Dinner... Supper... Something.

"Tonks!"

"I'm sorry! It's that stupid umbrella stand, that's the second time I've..."

Whatever she was about to say was drowned by an earsplitting yell. Sounded like Mrs Black was awake.

Hichigo sprung up and ran to the hall. Mrs Weasley and Lupin were trying to close the curtains that usually covered the life-sized portrait of Sirius Black's mother, who was at the moment screaming her lungs out.

One of the things Hichigo found unnerving about the wizards was their need to make unnecessary things move. Like paintings and stairways. That and they seamed to be extremely lazy. Why did you have to enchant a broom when you could just drag your as up and sweep the floor by yourself? Whatever happened to manual labor?

Right at the moment Hichigo cursed the hell out of the anonymous wizard that had come up with the idea with moving portraits. Mrs Weasley had abandoned the attempt to close the curtains and went to stunning the other portraits down the hall that had been awakened by Mrs Black's scream and Hichigo had taken her post. All the while the portrait was screaming insults in their faces. Hichigo cringed when he heard the painting choosing a few new curses. "Monster" being one of them.

A man with long black hair came charging out of a door, joining Lupin in the attempt to get the curtains back where they belonged. Hiding that ugly bitch's face.

"Shut up, you horrible old hag, shut UP" Sirius roared while tugging the curtain (which was tugging back).

Mrs Black's face blanched and she focused her flow of insults on him instead.

After a few moments of screaming (Mrs Black) and cursing (Sirius, Lupin and Hichigo) the curtains were closed once more and blessed silence fell in the hall. Not before now did Hichigo notice that nearly everybody present had gathered around them. His eyes flickered to that Potter kid who stood staring at Sirius. He seamed to be a lot calmer now, good. Now Hichigo didn't have to listen to his never-ending rant. Hopefully.

Sirius turned around and faced the crowd too, or more importantly, his grandson.

"Hello, Harry, I see you've met my mother."

(Line-Line)

Moa: Aaaaand done! I have to say, I'm not all that satisfied with this chapter... But it needed to bee done.

Some of you might have noticed that I took the beginning of the chapter more or less straight from the book, and I have a reason to: At that point the plot of the book hadn't changed at all. It changed for the first time right when Hichigo stepped into the picture. So why change it when it's good just like that. (Plus I was lazy and this took less time...)

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