Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling and Five Nights at Freddy's belongs to Scott Cawthon.

"Hello, my dear." -Golden Freddy/Rose Evens

"Hello? Hello?" -Phone Guy

'Dear Harry...' -Writing

With a glance at the still cursing Hermione, Ron coughed into one hand. "Um, mate?" He shivered some as Harry turned his head. 'Merlin, that thing looks creepy with him in it...' After a moment, the red head shook it off as he tried to ignore the two green orbs that seemed to look right into him. "Uh... We came to, well, talk..."

A hiss that came from the side caused him to turn to see Hermione glare at their friend. "And then you pulled this!"

Snorting, Harry leaned in close as he gave her the best look of mock surprise that he could. "Oh! So now you want to talk! And it only took, what? A few weeks?"

While she blushed, Hermione huffed a bit. "We wanted to write you, but the Headmaster said that it was too dangerous!"

However, all Harry did was shake his head as he poked her in the chest. "Are you or aren't you a Muggleborn? What about convincing the Order to just drop letters in the mailbox? Or sending mail through the Muggle mail? Or using a pay phone? And don't say that you couldn't because obviously you're able to sneak out if you came here. Wouldn't have been much trouble to sneak out and get to a mailbox or a payphone and just talk with me!"

For several moments, Hermione tried to come up with some refution of what he had said. Then she spotted Golden Freddy and pointed at her. "You sent that after us, didn't you!"

As he glanced at Rose, Harry growled as he turned back to his friends. "Yes, and?" Both of them were taken aback by how Harry didn't deny it. "It was a heck of a better idea then my original one!"

That caused Ron to blink. "Your original plan?"

Harry turned to him. "I was going to order Hedwig to peck and claw the both of you until you sent me an actual letter. Getting scared is a lot better then having cut up hands."

It was Remus who walked into the office and broke up the argument. "Look... Let's all just calm down, shall we? How about we go into the dining room and discuss this like all adults..." The three teens watched each other for a few seconds before they nodded and followed the werewolf out.

** Several hundred miles away **

There was a creak as a someone slowly for out of the bed they were in and stumbled out of the room toward the bathroom. In the meantime, in the background a radio was playing. "In other news, the authorities continue to search for and hunt down the inmates that escaped from a prison transport due to a IRA attack."

A giggle came from the person as they did their business and flushed the toilet. "The public is asked to keep an eye out and report any sightings of the escapees to the local police and hotlines. Be aware that a number are dangerous."

Still giggling, the figure stepped over the body that laid in the hallway as it looked at the clock. "Time to go... To a place where fantasy and reality meet..." They then turned to the bed where another body laid and held a finger to it's mouth. "Shhh... You can't..." Another giggled escaped his mouth as it talked in a sing-song tone. "You can't stop the Joy of Creation..."

When it slunk out of the house and left the gruesome scene it had created behind, the man grinned in the moonlight which caused the bruises on his body to look purple. "I will always be there..." Then, with another bunch of giggles, it walked off into the darkness as it continued toward a half-remembered pull...

After much screaming, shouting, and yelling, Harry and the other two thirds of the Golden Trio had calmed down enough. Several minutes passed before Ron glanced at his friend who still had not taken off his costume. "So, um... Does this mean that we're forgiven?"

Harry hummed and tilted his head a bit. "You both should still make it up somehow, but I'm willing to try."

With a scowl as she rubbed her bruised knuckles, Harmione glared at him. "And will you stop sending your... Aunt to torment us." When Harry nodded, she grumbled. "Good... Now I can finally get a good night's sleep..."

The witch looked at him with narrow eyes but before she could say anything else, Ron spoke up. "I still don't see why you were using her mate."

Her teeth ground as Rose leaned over the table which caused Ron and Hermione to lean back a bit to Remus' amusement. "I am right here, you know... Stop acting like I am a thing."

A grin then split Harry's face which caused the three other humans to shudder. "Besides... After I heard about her abilities, I just had to take the golden opportunity it represented."

There was silence as they all stared at him before Remus groaned. "Are... Are you bloody fucking kidding me, Harry?"

While he snickered, Harry turned toward him. "What? You can't... bear my golden jokes?"

Freddy groaned and turned as he gripped his head. "OH MY GOD!"

Sighing, Rose reached across the table and pat Hermione's hand as said witch banged her head on the table. "I am so bloody sorry..."

With a grimace, Chica shook her head. "Harry... Please, no."

The wizard just grinned wider. "Oh come on, Chica... I'm not chicken enough to fear making some puns for punishment."

His expression one of being unamused, Bonnie pointed at Freddy. "Look, it's his job to make the bad jokes and puns around here."

As he nodded in agreement, Freddy suddenly stopped. "Wait a minute..."

Before anything else could be said, Harry turned to him. "Really how, Bonnie... I'm all ears..."

With a sigh, Ron laid his head down on the table. "Can we just go back to the terror instead of this..."

Harry was doing some homework on one of the tables in the pizzeria when the news came on the radio and he turned to it alongside the animatronics. "In other news, yet another homeless youth has succombed to a strange ailment, this time in the Surrey area. Like a number of others, she was found on the ground brain dead with no other signs. The unidentified youth was a runaway and later died in hospital. Authories have yet to release an official explanation as to what may have happened to her and the others..."

With a shake of her head, Rose sighed. "Rather sad that happened to such young people."

As he frowned, Harry shook his head. "Sad, and actually kind of odd... I wonder if this is any relation to Voldemort being back..."

Looking up from the cardgame he was in with Chica and the others, Bonnie blinked a little. "You think that it has to do with that?"

However, the wizard just shrugged. "Maybe? I mean, it just sounds really odd..."

Unknown by him, the two causes of the mysterious happenings were heading straight for the pizzeria. The two dementors floated toward the building when one of them hurried out in front. It could sense their prey inside and though it was well fed, it had been told by the Pink One to kiss this wizard. Both it and the other dementor remembered him well as they were two of those who had "Guarded" Hogwarts and the alure of both the sweet, sorrow-tinged soul as well as the piece of the dark soul entriced them. This time, there would be no escape.

When it got closer, the one in front sensed the protection around the building, but dismissed it. After all, protections never worked on it before. So, it rushed in faster toward their prey, wishing to be the first to feast upon it.

However, it learned it's lesson too late just before it reached the building's back. The protections that had sprung up around the building after the destruction of the Marionette were the same ones that protected the Dursley household. When Dumbledore had created it, he had considered that the family could move with Harry and so made it tied to his blood, so that wherever he stayed for a long time with someone who shared his mother's blood, the protections would spring up there. And in this case, unlike with the Dursleys, Rose loved her nephew to the point where she would be willing to sacrifice herself for his safety. And this fact made the protections around the pizzeria extremely powerful as shown when the dementor met them.

For a brief moment, the dementor met the protections which flashed brightly. It was a tablau as one of the darkest of creatures came into contact with one of the lightest of magical protections. Then it screamed as it's back arched as the protections surged around it, having realized it's intent. And then there was a flash of light and a boom as if thunder and all that was left were a few scraps of decayed cloth and ash. There were some other things though, little blue lights that continued to float and entered the basement where they entered the "Toy" animatronics.

Outside, the second dementor stopped as it saw it's partner's demise. If it had recognizable expressions, there would have been one of shock and fear upon it's face as nothing had done such to it's kind before. Then, as if it had been targetted, it shot off with a screech and soon disappeared into the night. Inside the pizzeria, Harry and the animatronics all jumped as they heard the noises outside. "What the bloody hell was that?!"

Chica looked around and shivered a bit. "I really don't know, but whatever it was, it scared the pizza out of me!"

With a frown, Harry got up and turned to the others. "Okay, guys, I'm going to just check the outside doors from the inside and make sure that they're all secure, want to help?" At their nods, he started to walk toward the first one. Meanwhile, downstairs in the basement, the toy animatronics began to twitch and spasm...

A seven year old Harry was sitting at a table by himself as he watched the Fazbear Gang singing up on stage. Suddenly, there was a clatter and he turned as a plate with a slice of pizza and a cup of soda was placed in front of him. "There you are, Harry."

Harry looked up and smiled. "Aya!"

The day guard sat down next to him with a smile as her blue eyes sparkled. She took a quick glance at the tablet in her hands before she nodded. "Hey there, Harry, how are you today?"

With a blush, Harry shifted a little. "I'm okay, Aya..."

Even though part of her wanted to coo at the adorableness that just oozed from him and grab him into a hug, Aya held herself back as she sipped at her own soda. "Now that is a good thing to hear, Harry." She then took note of the look of joy he had as he looked at the Fazbear Gang and smiled. "Want to hear a story from when I was a kid watching them?" At his nod, she began. "It was 1977 and they had just opened here..."

The world around them blurred and soon Aya was in front of her boss who wiped his sweaty face. "So you understand, Aya, we need you to cover the night shift for a few days."

After some thought, Aya nodded a bit before she softly smiled. "I don't mind... though I'm going to miss Harry for the next couple of days..."

She had to blink though as her boss had a look of sadness on his face before he cleared his throat. "Yes, well... I've made sure that he'll continue to get some free food and drink when he drops by as well as making sure that the employees won't bother him if he's here for a few hours." He then turned around and started to walk away. "It's the least that I can do for you..."

Once more, Aya had to blink at the strange actions of her employer. "Weird..."

The scene blurs again to show Aya in her chair screaming as Chica grabbed her. "Y-y-you're o-out o-o-o-of your su-suit! Ru-ru-rule bre-eaker!"

Aya managed to break the hold and ran for the door, but at the last moment, Chica managed to grab her leg. "AHHHH!" Just as Chica managed to nearly get her to the door, Aya grabbed the desk's leg and wrap her arms around it. "LET GO! LET GO! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS CHICA!? YOU'RE MY FAVORITE!" For a brief moment, Chica glitched. It was then that Aya could swear that she saw self-loathing and hate in Chica's gaze as well as a deep sadness.

Then it was over and Chica yanked on her leg which had the effect of breaking her grip and sending her bodily across the floor. Aya's last thought before her head slammed into the doorway was of a little boy she cared deeply for which she recognized as having a crush on her. 'I am so sorry, Harry...'

With a sickening crack, Aya's head slammed into the doorframe and she could feel something break before darkness overtook her...

With a gasp, Harry sat up straight in his office chair and held his head. "I... wha..." He tried to piece together the dream that he just had in his sleepy state. But the dream was already slipping through his metaphorical fingers like so much sand. All Harry could remember was a day guard he knew years before and one of the first people to treat him with kindness as he grew up in the Dursley household. However, he had been told that she had moved away many years before. "Aya...?" With a shake of his head as the last of the dream faded, he looked at the clock on the desk and frowned. "10:50...?"

Smacking his lips, Harry leaned back into his chair and sighed as he slowly slipped back into slumber. "Bloody day guard needing to get off early..."

Once more, Harry found himself having the usual nightmare in the graveyard. It proceeded the usual way with Cedric getting killed, Voldemort being resurrected, and then came the worst bit. Cedric's rotting body rose up and started shouting at him as he asked why he let him die. Then his parents appeared with them also doing the same thing. They were also looking at him in disgust.

His heart pounded in his chest as Harry turned as the Fazbear animatronics also appeared as they shouted and screamed hateful things at him along with other guards, their bodies broken and bleeding. In the background, Voldemort was laughing in pure unholy glee. Suddenly, everything went silent as a voice rang out. "Leave him alone..."

Confused, Harry was frozen in place as Voldemort looked around. "Who goes there!?"

The voice then piped up. "You did a good thing, Harry... with the Marionette destroyed, we/I grow stronger..."

Now frightened, Voldemort started to shake as one by one, the others in Harry's dream vanished. "Where, who are you!?"

For a brief moment, Harry blinked as Voldemort shuddered and his form blurred, taking on the form of a freakish toddler-like creature with flayed skin before it went back to normal. "Leave him alone... he is mine/ours..."

Harry could feel the scar on his head hurting as if something was burning as Voldemort stuttered in fear. "Wha-what are you?! Who are you?!"

Suddenly, Harry felt something press against his back that felt female and something that felt like an arm. He looked down to see what looked like an arm composed by shadow around his waist as the voice spoke next to his ear. "It's me!"

Having come upon Harry in his chairs in the throws of a nightmare, Chica was about to wake him up as he gasped and his eyes flew open. Her own eyes wide, Chica took a step back as Harry's eyes were pitch black except for a white pinprick for a pupil. Then he blinked and they were back to normal as Harry groaned and hung his head a bit. "Chica? Wha...?"

The possessed animatronic stepped up and placed her hand on his shoulder as she dismissed what she had seen as either a trick of the light or her imagination. 'After all, Harry's human and alive unlike us... that was impossible...' With a frown, she lightly shook his shoulder. "Harry, are you alright?"

In pain from his scar, Harry felt something drip down. "Ye-yeah... Just bad dream..." When he looked up, he noticed that Chica looked shocked by something as she started to dig in his desk. "Chica?"

When she turned around, she had a cotton ball in her hand that Harry recognized as being from the first aid kit in the office. "Stay still, your scar is bleeding some..."

As he blinked, she dabbed at it. "It's bleeding?" All Chica did was frown some. "Huh... I wonder if I hit it on something..."

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, Chica shrugged some. "Maybe? Though some of it seems... black?" At his worried expression, she shook her head. "Not much, just a few drops..." Then to his surprise, she grimaced as he hissed as another pulse of pain came drifted through his head from the area around his scar. "One moment."

The wizard's eyes widened as she easily lifted him up and began to walk out with him in a bridal carry. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING, CHICA?!"

All Chica did, was snort. "You're hurt and if you hit your head, I don't want you walking around. Now come on, I'll take you to the washroom so we can use a wet cloth..."

With a groan, Harry slumped back into her arms. "Sounds good... and maybe some painkillers..."

If anyone had looked back into the office after they had left, they would have seen a female figure composted of shadow. Her eyes were large, bloodshot, and blue as they sat in what seemed like open eye sockets. The being's mouth was skull like and showed all her teeth in a rictus grin as she stared at the door before she started to fade out. "Harry... it's me..."

As she kicked back on her bed, Michelle sighed as she blew a bang from her face. "Bored... bored... bored..." She glanced at her bedside table and slowly smiled though as she took in the picture of her and her parents. Gently, Michelle took it off the stand and looked at it. Behind the picture her, with one hand on her shoulder was the image of her father with a rare smile. "I wonder what you would think of Harry, dad..." For a moment, Michelle thought it over before she shrugged with an annoyed look. "Probably respect him a bit for what he did, annoyed that he managed it, and pissed off that Harry got to destroy an animatronic and you didn't."

With a sigh, she looked at the other person in the picture, her mom, Rebecca, better known as "Doll" to her father and their friends. It was easy to see where Michelle got a lot of her looks from, though her mother did not quite have the same figure. Just the same, Doll had the same hair and eyes as well as kindness. Granted, she usually had red rimmed glasses on (which her father always said made her look adorable whenever he got in a sappy mood). "You'd like him mom, he's a pretty good guy." Michelle then tapped her chin in thought. "He's actually kind of a much less assholish version of dad now that I think about it..."

Several minutes passed before she looked up at the calendar and smiled as she reached for the phone. The young woman then dialed a number and waited a few times before a voice that carried the tone of a young girl, though sounding mature, came over the phone. "Hello? Freddy Fazbear's Family Pizzeria, where fantasy and reality meet. We're closed at the moment I'm afraid- "

Letting out a giggle, Michelle smiled. "Chica? It's me, Michelle."

Michelle had to quickly pull the phone away from her ear with a grin as Chica shouted. "CHELLY!"

While she laughed, Michelle brought the phone back to her ear. "Yeah, it's me. So how are things with you and the others then?" For the next several minutes Chica regaled her with stories about what happened at the pizzeria recently. Once she started to wind down, Michelle spoke up. "Hey, Chica? Would you mind getting me Harry? I want to talk to him." There was silence before Michelle chuckled. "You were just nodding, weren't you?"

The teacher in training could just feel the embarrassment over the phone and barely kept from laughing at the response. "Noooo... Of course not. Anyways, give me a moment Chelly..." Michelle did lose it as she heard Chica shout out of the room. "HARRY! CHELLY IS ON THE PHONE WANTING TO TALK WITH YOU!"

Of course, Harry's response back did not help her in getting her laughter under control. "WHAT?! SHE'S ON THE PHONE?! FOR HOW LONG?!"

Chica huffed a bit. "FOR A FEW MINUTES, WHY?"

There was obvious annoyance in Harry's voice as it got closer. "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?!"

As she covered her mouth to keep from laughing too much, Michelle continued to listen as her face went red with tears in her eyes. "I WAS HAVING SOME GIRL TALK WITH HER, I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW! I DON'T GET IT THAT OFTEN!"

Then she heard Rose's voice over the phone. "OY! WHAT AM I THEN?! CHOPPED LIVER?!"

Sadly, Chica's response set her off again. "YOU'RE NOT MUCH BETTER THEN FOXY WHEN IT COMES TO GIRL TALK AND HE'S A BOY!"

There was the sound of a scuffle in the background for several moments as well as Chica and Rose shouting at each other before Harry came on the phone. "Michelle? You there?"

A laugh escaped from Michelle as she twirled the cord around one finger. "Yeah, I'm here, Harry. Hope that you don't mind me calling you."

With a snort, Harry's voice gave the impression of two eyes rolling. "You calling me is exactly the last thing that I would ever mind, Michelle. So, what's up?"

The two started talking about whatever came to mind before Michelle finally got to why she had called in the first place. "Out of curiosity, Harry, do you have a day off?"

For a few moments, Harry was quiet and she could just imagine his confused expression before he answered. "Um, actually no... I'm pretty much here seven days a week, after all would you trust this bunch to take care of themselves if they were alone?"

As she rolled her eyes and ignored the sound of something smacking Harry in the back of the head as he yelped, Michelle glanced at the calendar. "Well, Lisa and Erica as well as myself go to this nice little cafe on Charing Cross for a bit as an outing. The other two have invited other friends from time to time so..."

Not quite sure if she had been asking him what he thought, Harry's voice came through with a note of confusion. "So...?"

Huffing, Michelle blew some hair out of her eyes. "I'm wondering if you're free this Saturday to head on over. Both Erika and Lisa would like to get to know you a bit better after all and this would be a good place to do it."

Harry was silent for a few moments before she heard him answer. "Sure, I can do tha-"

He was cut off though by Foxy. "Ah-ha! I told yeh that Michelle was his girlfriend! They be going on a date where they be..."

In the background, there was kissing sounds as Harry growled a bit. "Excuse me for a moment, Michelle..." A few moments later, she could hear a scuffle as Foxy yelped. "GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW, FOXY AND TAKE IT LIKE A MAN!"

With a smile, she continued to listen in as Foxy's voice spoke up. "I BE NOT A MAN BUT A FOX... OR A LITTLE BOY!"

There were some other sounds before Harry growled. "I DON'T CARE! I'M GOING TO KICK THAT FURRY LITTLE ARSE OF YOURS IF YOU KEEP IT UP! UNLESS YOU WANT ME TO TELL THE OTHERS ABOUT SUSAN AND HOW YOU KEEP-"

Foxy interrupted him. "YEH PROMISED NEVER TO MENTION THAT!"

It was then that Bonny jumped in. "OOO! WHAT'S THIS ABOUT SUSAN?"

As she laughed, Michelle just held her face in her hand as her shoulders shook...

Having been spying on her roommate, Lisa turned as she heard the door downstairs close and decided to leave as Michelle hung up. Once she reached the bottom, she raised an eyebrow at the large box that Erika had in her arms. "What the heck is that now?"

While she blinked, Erika smiled a bit as she headed toward the basement door. "It's a bunch of stuff for my class project."

That caused Lisa to raise her eyebrows. "Hmm? That secret robotics project that you've been working on?"

Erika nodded as she reached for the doorknob with her tongue poking from her lips. "Yeah, I got to put something together for the year end project, and this one will get me that top of the class grade for sure!"

Now curious, Lisa grabbed the doorknob and opened it before she turned on the basement light. "Sounds neat, mind me seeing?"

Just as Erika was about to say no, she thought it over and shrugged her shoulders. "Sure, I don't mind... Hopefully my professor won't mind, after all, Professor Fritz Smith is a bit of a hardass about people goofing off in his class." She then set the box down and walked over to a work bench where she grabbed a knife. "Still, with how hard it was to get some parts, this is going to be awesome."

With a raised eyebrow, Lisa hopped up onto a stool and glanced at something covered by a large cloth on what looked like a table. "So... what is it?"

As she smiled, Erika grabbed the sheet and pulled it off to reveal a skeletal endoskeleton. "Found this on one of my urban exploration trips rotting away in a old diner called Fredbears. From what little I managed to cobble together from the papers there, it was part of a show where it acted as a puppet to a larger one called the Marionette, controlled by the larger animatronic on strings." She then gestured at a white board which had the design for something that looked like an otter with an inner tube. "Once I got the endoskeleton all fixed up, I'm going to get started on the suit... I've started to call her Otterly the Otter."

Interested, Lisa leaned in to look at the endoskeleton as Erika opened the box with the cutter. "What else do you need to fix?"

Humming, Erika shrugged a bit. "I just got to replace some of the worn out parts with newly machined ones. Though..." A frown crossed her face. "I also got to figure out what to do with the optics." Having seen the look, she shrugged. "The optics keep leaking fluid for some odd reason. And every time I activate it for a systems check, it gets worse with the voice box giving this weird sounds... Almost like whimpers..."

Lisa raised an eyebrow at that. "Like, what? It's crying or something?" Once more getting a shrug, Lisa shuddered a bit. "Creepy..."

All Erika did was roll her eyes before she reached over and gently patted the child sized endoskeleton on the head. "Well, if she is crying then she shouldn't once I get her all fixed and prettied up..."

Now with a disturbed look, Lisa swung around. "Now you're being creepy, thanks for that..."

Snickering, Erika started her nightly work. "You're welcome..." She then glanced over at her. "So, anything new with Michelle...?"

There was an expression of a cat having eaten a canary on Lisa's face. "Well... we can expect some company on our trip to the cafe..."