Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters. They are the property of JK Rowling. I only own the new OC's which appear in the following chapters.

Harry spent his days with Tonks in the living room. He seemed to be the only one who was able to talk to her. Sirius tended to avoid her, not wanting any little arguments to come up, Lupin doing the same. Both having to put up with Lily while she was pregnant with Harry, made them realise that maybe Tonks would be much better off alone to rest… and do whatever else pregnant women do. It was Tuesday morning, Harry was lying on his stomach in front of the fire gazing mournfully into it's depths. Tonks was resting her legs on the coffee table, a mug of tea in one hand and a magazine in the other.

Lupin entered the room, usually expecting to find Tonks reading as she usually did at this time every morning, but seeing Harry on the couch made Lupin think he was merely seeing things.

'Harry?' The sorrowful Harry didn't reply, and Lupin walked into the kitchen, hoping to find an explanation for James' son sitting in the living room.

'Hey, what's Harry doing in there?' He asked Sirius who was in the process of trying to toast some bread for his breakfast.

'He was suspended yesterday.' Sirius said vaguely as Lupin showed his obvious shock, 'Yea.' Sirius looked up at Lupin, 'It's all very tiring to talk about. He punched some guy, for punching the guy who hit a bludger at Lorena.'

'What?' Lupin wasn't sure this made sense.

'Told you.' Sirius looked up and grinned, 'Come on, it's nothing we wouldn't have done when we were young. Don't get so angry.'

'Sirius, you are really having trouble with being a guardian aren't you?'

'No, and I fully support what Harry did.' Sirius grimaced as he continued, 'Harry said that guy was looking at my nieces legs… That little prick.'

'This is a stupid teenage thing that you're agreeing with!'

'Remy, you wouldn't even agree with it if you were sixteen right now.' Lupin nodded succumbing to Sirius' statement, knowing that he was in fact right.

'He looks sad in there.' Lupin remarked. Sirius shrugged.

'Well, he brought it upon himself after all. It's only a week anyway. It's good news for us though because he's been entertaining Tonks when Molly isn't around… Last night they stayed up for ages eating ice-cream… It was all a bit too girly for me, I just went to bed-'

Sirius was cut off by the door opening and Harry coming in, with a cigarette in his mouth and a hand holding up a lighter to it.

'Harry, why are you in here with that?' Sirius asked, this was possibly a part of his Godson that he really hated.

'I can't smoke beside a pregnant woman for fuck sake, what do you think I am?' He took his place up on the kitchen counter and began to puff away, 'I would never pollute the lungs of an innocent child.'

Remus raised his eyebrows, 'What are you then?'

'Do I look like an innocent child to you?'

'Well, I remember when you did,' Lupin admitted.

Harry let out a snigger. Clearly finding Lupin thinking about him as a child somewhat amusing, but then, as soon as the laughter had come, the scowl had returned. He leaned his head sadly, up against the fridge, 'I wonder what they're doing now?' Harry looked at the time on his phone, 'I'd be in Charms now if I was there…'

'Not smoking I presume?'

'Of course not.' Harry said, 'I'd have a fag break after this class… Sirius, I want to go back,' He whined.

'Just have some breakfast and shut up.' Sirius said, 'Wait… Do you ever eat? I have rarely seen you eat food.'

'Of course I eat, Sirius' Harry said dryly, 'I'm alive, aren't I?… Are there any apples, I'm starving actually.'

'Apples?' Lupin said with a raised eyebrow, 'Is that all you live on?'

'An apple a day keeps the doctor away,' He said absentmindedly as he searched the fridge for an apple, then resuming to his original place on the counter top, apple in one hand, cigarette in the other.

'Here have this too,' Sirius handed him a slice of buttered toast.

'No thanks, I don't like butter… Or toast.'

'I remember when you used to eat anything, Harry. Literally anything,' Remus recalled.

'That's what babies do, that's why I was so fat.' Lupin and Sirius looked at each other as if Harry was crazy for saying that, noticing the looks that they were giving each other Harry added, 'Oh, come on! Babies are meant to be fat. So don't look at me as if I have an eating disorder or something.'

But it was kind of hard to do so when Harry refused to eat when with other people.

Though Harry enjoyed talking with his Godfather, he missed Lorena, the castle, his friends and Quidditch practice. He couldn't wait for the week to be over so he could finally get back to school. As McGonagall had promised, she stayed late after an Order meeting on Thursday evening to give him homework, which he knew he wouldn't bother doing.

Harry, as usual, was in his typical place in the living room, lying on his stomach, staring into the fire. Order members passed through to see him on Thursday evening, some, like Mad Eye Moody to tell him off for getting suspended, other such as Dedalus Diggle, to shake his hand and say how thankful they were to see him well.

'Potter.' McGonagall said haughtily from the corner, as Order members who didn't stay in Grimmauld Place on a long term basis made their way to the hall and out the front door, all that remained in the living room were Mr and Mrs Weasley, Charlie, Fred, George, Tonks and Remus. Mrs Weasley brought tea for everyone, so they could relax by the fire after the meeting. Sirius took a place in a chair beside the fireplace, and glared as Snape passed through to say goodbye.

'Potter.' Snape taunted, 'How are you finding your week off?'

'Okay.' He shrugged, not bothering to look up at Snape.

'Did you know, I now have you failing potions?'

'Its obvious, seeing as I can't even remember the last time I was in your class.'

'For someone who thinks it's so obvious, I don't understand why you can't get up and walk through my classroom door.'

'I would but I get very depressed when I attempt to.' Harry sighed, still staring into the depths of the fire.

'Snape, I don't think he's in the mood to talk.' George grinned.

'Yea…' Fred added, 'I've never seen him like this… It's kind of weird.'

'Harry dear?' Mrs Weasley asked, as Snape finally left, 'Would you like some tea.' But Harry didn't reply. He merely shook his head.

'How could someone actually miss school that much?' George asked in an undertone, and Mrs Weasley shot him a glare.

'Potter.' McGonagalls stern voice broke into Harry's relaxed mind and annoyed the shit out of him, 'Potter, look at me.'

'I don't like when people tell me what to do Professor, it disparages me…'

'It disparages you? Disparages… For heavens sake Potter it won't kill you to look at me.' Harry dragged his eyes away from the fire and looked up at his Transfiguration Professor. 'Now Potter, I'm only doing this because you're usually a good student… Well… good in ways. I know how when you have an excuse you'll pretty much milk it as much as you can. I figured if I gave you your homework, you'd use the excuse of being suspended as a reason that it couldn't be done, so I'm giving you a choice. You can take your homework and do it, or you can just say you don't want it now.'

Harry looked at her thoughtfully for a moment.

'And don't dare take it and not do it, because I won't accept the excuse then. I know how you like to make trouble for yourself, but if you just say you don't want it now, I won't tell any of the other professors I gave it to you.'

'What if I take it and forget to do it or something?'

'Potter please' McGonagall sat down opposite Sirius' chair, 'This is so important you have no idea. You have detentions built up that have to be done when you go back. If you go back without your homework, I'll be forced to give you more, and a certain amount of detentions each term can lead to a disciplinary hearing. So, just so you don't have to do that, I won't give you homework, okay, Potter?'

'Sure… But you could have just done that anyway and not tell me.'

'Well, maybe I thought you might have got some disease since you were suspended that would make you actually want to do something.'

Harry shook his head, 'Nope, not yet.'

McGonagall looked at Mrs Weasley who shrugged but looked concerned all the same. McGonagall suggested that she should go and bade goodnight to the Weasley's, Sirius, Tonks and Lupin.

'You know Harry, you could use those things that we still have to decide a name for.' Fred said to him.

'Wait Fred, we named 'em.'

'Did we?"

'Yes… Yesterday." George said proudly, "Distavisions."

'You want me to watch them doing what they do everyday… You think that'd make me feel happier?' Harry asked, raising an eyebrow at them.

'Well, yea…' George said, 'You can pause it and add your own little bits in if they're having a conversation.'

Harry just looked at him, not enjoying the joke, 'What if they were, using the toilet or something?'

'We have that worked out, Harry.'

'Yea, you can't get a signal if there are things out of trousers that shouldn't be seen.'

'They were brilliant inventions.' Sirius said.

Tonks agreed, 'I used it the other day when Remus had come home late.' Everyone laughed. Well, no one in the Order would ever be able to cheat on their partner with this device.

'All we're saying is-' George started.

'A good way to keep an eye on what's his name, Ferrer.'

'Is to look and see.' George smiled.

'That's a complete invasion of privacy-'

'Oh come on Harry,' George grinned, 'What do you expect her to be doing? Having sex with someone? Now look…'

'Plus, this is the only way to see what Ron gets up to in school. We can't tap into his…. Thingy.'

'Distavision." George interrupted.

'Oh yea. That."

Harry gave in, taking the 'thingy' as Fred called it, out of his pocket and planting it down on the table.

'You haven't even bothered to figure out how to work it have you Harry?' George asked in a hurt voice. And Harry shrugged.

'This Distavision could save your life some day, you better learn how to use our invention. Plus we gave it to you as a present. The least you could have done is played with it once!'

Fred picked it up off the table and began pressing buttons, letters and numbers began to appear out of the top bubble, and Harry was instantly reminded of the Dursleys wide screen television.

'See, look Harry we're going to teach you how to use it.' George said as he pointed to the letters first, 'Each T stand for… thingy… Yea we're getting kind of lazy with our inventions… And the numbers represent each person who has one.'

'This particular one is T20, so naturally, as I shouldn't have to explain to you, you can't look at that one... Because that's what's going on here. T21 is Ron, T22 is Hermione and T23 is Lorena. So, we press that one.'

Fred hit T23 on the transparent screen. 'And now, we watch.' Laying the Distavision back down on the coffee table for everyone to see. Suddenly without warning a loud noise erupted from the tiny semi-circular object and everyone jumped in fright. There was very loud rock music playing, and everyone as far as Harry could see was holding an alcoholic beverage. It looked like mostly only the sixth and seventh years of Gryffindor, but there were a few fifth years, scattered around randomly. Then, clearly visible in the centre was Lorena, She was wearing her Quidditch uniform, minus the cloak, and Harry noticed that other people had them too. Practice was obviously just after ending and there was a party.

'A party? On Thursday night?' Harry asked himself, 'Why does everything good happen when I'm gone?'

Then with a jolt in his stomach, Harry noticed that Lorena wasn't wearing her Quidditch jumper, she was wearing his. It was a good bit too big for her and nearly went over her tiny Quidditch skirt. His name shone in gold on the back of it, above a large number seven. She was also holding her own broom in one hand and a drink in the other. She took a large swig and made her way to Ron who was in the corner with Lavender… Harry immediately wished Mrs Weasley wasn't watching this, but he had to just watch Lorena for a while to make sure Ferrer kept his distance. Lorena hit Ron on the shoulder, but he ignored her, too busy with Lavender.

'Ron. RON!' She yelled in his ear.

'What do you want Lorena?'

'I'm lonely.' She stumbled slightly and pouted.

'You're lonely… Well, go over talk to Parvati and Melina. I'm busy. And remember, if Ferrer comes near you… Run in the opposite direction, got it?' Lorena nodded. Harry had to admit that he wasn't too happy with Ron's method of keeping an eye on his girlfriend.

Turning her back on Ron and Lavender who were once again in a fierce lip lock, Lorena looked around the room, spotting Parvati and Melina, she looked down at her broom thoughtfully. She swung her leg over it and flew into the air. Suddenly everyone began to cheer her and look up. Not the best idea for a girl who was trying to hide from a guy. She swiftly landed beside Parvati.

'Hi, Lorena,' Parvati smiled, 'We were talking about Ferrer just there. Harry got expelled for punching him right?'

Lorena nodded, picking up a random drink off the table and draining it, 'What are you saying about Ferrer?'

'I'm thinking of asking him out.' Melina grinned.

'Ooh, wow, you should really do that. That'd be so perfect actually. Do it now.' Lorena said nudging Melina in the arm.

'But what about you?'

'What about me?'

'Duh! He wants you so bad. Don't you not care?'

Lorena shook her head, and held her hand out to get a drink from Seamus who was passing by, 'No. Being on a Quidditch team I understand the whole Quidditch dating thing.'

'Have you ever gone out with someone not on a Quidditch team?'

'Well…' Lorena paused here and then laughed, 'Actually I haven't. How weird. Anyway, chasers and beaters don't get on, neither do chasers and keepers… But that wouldn't apply to you as you don't play… But that's also the same with playing music. There are instruments that just don't go together, but Harry and I both play guitar so we're good on a Quidditch team and in a band… But, you don't play music either, do you?… Well, whatever you like to do yourself.'

'Do you have a matching scar too?' Melina asked rather coldly.

Lorena, not picking up on the bitterness in her voice hummed to herself quietly, 'Well. I do have a scar on my ass… But I don't know if they match, its kind of hard for me to see it, you know.' Lorena began giggling.

'Lorena?' And that was it, Ferrer had made an appearance, and Harry just realised, he couldn't do anything about it.

'What do you want?'

'I got you a drink.'

Lorena looked him up and down. She hesitated on taking the drink. Maybe she should give it to Melina… Nah, it was free alcohol, might as well take it.

'Can I sit?' Ferrer indicated to the chair next to Lorena.

'You did bring me a free drink…' Harry couldn't believe what he heard her saying, 'Okay, as long as you don't be an ass.'

'Do I ever?'

Lorena opened her mouth so wide, it was hard to tell if she was joking or just really drunk. 'You're always an ass. What are you on?'

'When'll Potter be back?'

'Monday.'

'So, that gives you three days left without him… I honestly thought he'd be gone for like a month or so.'

'He pretty much pissed in your pants there didn't he?' Lorena laughed, leaving the drink Seamus gave her on the table… 'what's this anyway?' She said peering at the new drink she had, it was lime green and Harry recognised it as a muggle drink he used to have in the Dursleys.

'I don't like her drinking that.' He said out loud, 'Maybe he put something in it. Someone has to go break up this party. They're only like sixteen and seventeen and they're drinking. That's disgraceful.'

'When things get a little worse, Harry, then we'll act… They're only drinking.' Sirius said to his Godson.

'It's nice.' Ferrer was saying, 'got it when I was down in London during the summer.'

Lorena took a sip and looked like she enjoyed the drink. She nodded to him, thanking him for the drink. Obviously thinking that this was an invitation to get closer, he sat on the couch beside her, with Melina and Parvati looking at them with distaste.

'What are you doing?' Lorena asked him, taking another sip.

'We're friends now, yea? I heard it was your birthday so I got you a drink.' He thought he was doing an excellent job at wooing her.

Lorena stared at him for a while, than said, much to Harry's delight, 'You're weird, and not in a good way like Harry is, in a bad way, like a stalker.'

Ferrer attempted to laugh. Clearly trying to make her comfortable with him. He went to put and arm around her and she jumped up.

'Okay Ferrer, thanks for the drink, but I have to go now. Melina badly wants to open her legs to someone, put your arm around her.' Lorena hurriedly walked away, and Harry wanted to punch him again as he saw him look at his girlfriends backside as she walked away. Sirius also noticing what Ferrer was looking at, gritted his teeth. She stayed close by, now standing beside Seamus and a few other guys from their year. A friend of Ferrer's came over and sat where Lorena had just been.

'How'd it go?'

'Let's say, I will get to fuck her while she's wearing his jersey… That should piss him off, shouldn't it?' Ferrer grinned, as he watched her sipping the drink.

'Oh my God!'

'Harry please calm down. She's completely disgusted by him-'

'Yea, exactly. He did put something in her drink! How else would he be so sure?'

'And what'll that do?'

Harry looked at Sirius like he was slow, 'Come on. It'll make her pretty much unconscious so he can do what he want with her.'

'We'll go Harry. We always love crashing a good party.' And with that Fred and George disapparated to Hogsmeade, before Mrs Weasley had the chance to shout at them to send a message to Ron.

Harry could hardly stick watching it. In the next few minutes he saw Lorena becoming more and more agitated, and when Ferrer witnessed this, he went up to keep her company. She had began sweating and Sirius was reminded of Harry on his birthday when Lorena said he was having a 'bad trip.'

'Could you please leave me alone?' Lorena moaned, 'I was supposed to run away, that's what Ron said.' She slapped herself on the top of the head for disobeying Ron.

'Shh. Come here.' Ferrer put his arm around her and she began crying.

'Where are Fred and George?' Sirius asked, 'How long does it take to walk up to Hogwarts from Hogsmeade?'

'About half an hour I'd say.' Lupin said, moving closer to the transparent screen. 'Unless there was a carriage there… But why would there be so late at night?'

'Here sit down.' Ferrer led her to the couch again and began attempting to kiss her neck, she kept trying to throw him off, but occasionally she became drowsy and just let him, turning away as if hoping if she ignored him, he'd disappear.

A large commotion at the window, proved to Harry that Fred and George were finally after arriving. They flew in through the window on brooms that they had unmistakably borrowed from the Quidditch pitch. Both pointed their wand to their throats and muttered a spell. Their voices were suddenly louder, over everyone else's.

'Attention all underage drinkers of the Gryffindor common room!'

'Party's over. Get up to bed.'

'Except for Ron, the girl he's with, Ginny, Dean and the pervert on the couch with Harry Potters drugged girlfriend.'

Everyone began muttering, wondering who had drugged Lorena. Slowly but surely they all emptied the common room, glancing back at Lorena lolling over the side of the couch. When everyone had left, Fred and George returned their voices to normal.

'Why?'

'Yea, Why? A Thursday night?'

Ron and Dean looked at each other then pointed at Ferrer. 'He did it. He's been planning a few of these. We just came back from practice and there was drink everywhere.' Ron said hurriedly.

Lorena suddenly retched all over Ferrer's crotch and Dean, Ron and Ginny started laughing.

'Did that put it down Ferrer?' Ron sniggered as Ferrer glowered at him.

'Ron, mum knows. She's been watching. So you might want to shut up now.' George said.

'Yup.' Fred added, 'we've been watching Lorena's… thing since you guys came back from practice. Now here's what we're going to do, now that we're responsible adults.'

'We won't tell McGonagall what happened. This could go badly for all of you.'

'However, we're sending this scum, to Dumbledore's office, right away.'

Lorena began crying louder, swaying back and forth, wiping her forehead. Ferrer, obviously trying to make it look like he was taking care of her, immediately asked her what was wrong, and added the word 'baby' as Ginny raised her eyebrows at him.

Lorena attempted to ignore him, still swaying she cried hysterically, 'I was going to say that I want to go home! But I- I -I can't, cause I have no home… I h-h-have nowhere to g-g-go.'

'It's okay.' Ferrer hugged her, 'I'll take care of you Lorena.'

'Get the fuck off me.' Lorena tried to push him away, getting up and running to George and hugging him, 'Where's -hic- Harry?'

'Ok, Ron, take Lorena to the hospital wing. Tell Madame Pompfrey what happened but don't mention the party.' Fred said as George tried to comfort Lorena.

'Dean… Lavender, you're just here to embarrass Ron and Ginny in front of Mum and Dad, you can go.' George added when Lorena had left with Ron, still crying and ranting about having no home.

Harry wanted to go to the hospital wing to see Lorena but Mrs Weasley forbade it. She said he wasn't allowed to waltz up to the school whenever he wanted for a visit. He then appealed to Sirius who also agreed. He said Lorena would be fine with Madame Pompfrey. The next day, the Daily Prophet had reported the attack on Lorena by Ferrer. They included Harry, and his story of getting expelled shortly before it happened. From what Harry read of the article, it had said that there was a possibility of Ferrer's expulsion, but nothing was final as Albus Dumbledore had to speak with Ferrer's parents.

'I hope that shit gets expelled.' Sirius growled after he had read the article, 'But knowing his family, they're rich enough to hire a brilliant Disputer and get him off with a detention or something.'