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Chapter 4: Over the Horizon Part I

The Potter's tried to keep their lives as normal as possible. They went to Diagon Alley as often as they could, they had play-dates with other wizarding families as often as they could, they not once ever mentioned the Halloween that almost ruined their lives, and they never mentioned the impending doom that was Voldemort.

Nearly five years had passed since that Halloween and there was no sign of the Dark Lord. Of course his Death Eaters had still been quite active, but their Lord had all but disappeared. Acts of violence had gone down and alleged Death Eaters were claiming that they had been under the affects of the Imperious Curse.

Dumbledore had called an Order meeting to discuss the Disappearing Act of Voldemort. He had told families to bring along their children, because it would be good for them to have some interaction. Headquarters was certainly large enough to accommodate the Weasley's, the Potter's, the Longbottom's, and the Bone's-what was left of them.

In the backyard of Headquarters, ten children played. Most of them had bright red hair. Susan Bones was playing with Neville and Harry when the Weasley's arrived. They were loud. It was the first thing that Harry had noticed, but then Harry was a quiet child himself.

The three older children looked like they were already in school. Harry, Susan and Neville wanted to ask what school was like. They didn't have any older siblings that could tell them, and the figured that things had changed since their parents had gone. Before they could ask though the two younger Weasley's asked if the trio wanted to play a game of tag.

The five of them played, with Ron and Neville being "it" most. Harry's strategy was simple; get as far away as possible, then hide. It worked nicely for him. He was too quick for anyone to actually get him. Although, Harry was unfortunate enough to have walked into a trap set by the Weasley twins.

After that Harry kept a close eye on the twins. During the most current game, where little Ginny was it, Harry noticed that the twins were edging toward the house. They were trying to sneak away. Being the son of a notorious prankster Harry was obliged to follow them.

In actuality, Harry wanted to get them back for causing him to be it. So when Harry reached the bush they hiding behind he did the most natural thing a five year old could do.

"Boo!" Harry said in a harsh whisper. The twins jumped out of their skin almost. That was when Harry noticed the rather large snake that cornered the three of them against the bush. It looked poised to attack.

"You need to leave! The others will hurt you if they find you!" Harry said without thinking to the snake. Almost immediately Harry covered his mouth and looked up at the twins. They were going to tell someone that he talked to the snake. The twins looked down at Harry with shock.

"Please don't tell anyone!" Harry begged.

"You can talk to snakes!" the two said in unison. "Like the Dark Lord!"

Panic began to rise in Harry. His parents had had the same reaction and he was scolded afterward about talking to them. That he shouldn't, not even in the case of an emergency. Harry's friend told him that people didn't like people who could talk to snakes and that he shouldn't let anyone know about it that wasn't trusted. Harry did the one thing his friend asked him not to do: to be compared to the Dark Lord, to be compared to him.

Harry was looking up the twins' expectant faces when he felt the familiar presence in his mind. The green eyed boy was comforted immediately. What's wrong, Harry? the smooth voice said. Harry let his friend see his thoughts, and felt the familiar nudge that meant his friend wanted to use his eyes. Harry let him.

Don't worry, Harry. These boys are our friends. You can tell them, just make sure that they know to keep it a secret. the voice in Harry's head said. His friend trusted these two. Harry was shocked, to say the least, but his friend had never led him astray before.

"The adults, if they see you they'll hurt you. Hurry and hide somewhere." Harry spoke to the snake, and then turned to the twins. "You have to keep this a secret! No matter what!"

Realization dawned on the twins' faces and they grabbed Harry by the hands and dragged him into the house and pulled him into the nearest closet. None of them could reach the overhead light. Harry flat out refused to talk in the dark when the door flew open.

"Sirius!" Harry cried out. "You caught me!"

Sirius was by far one of Harry's favorite people. The dark haired man would always allow him to do the things his mother wouldn't. A lot of the time, his dad had to act as a mediator between his mom and Sirius.

"What are you boys up to?" Sirius asked in laugh.

"We wanted to do a prank on the big kids," Harry said happily. The twins nodded full heartily, despite the fact that they looked like they were caught doing something bad.

"Well, you can't do that in a closet now can you?" the twins smiled broadly when the head of the Black family said this. "Now, what were you thinking of doing?"

"We have some dungbombs!" the twins said in unison.

"Ata boys! Now the two of you are Fred and George, right?" Sirius asked. The twins nodded. Harry didn't think he would ever be able to tell the two of them apart. "Now, I can only help you a little before I have to go back to the meeting alright."

Bill, Charlie and Percy were covered in dungbombs. Sirius, Harry and the twins were scolded for doing the prank, but the four of them were still laughing about it after the lecture. Sirius patted each of their heads before he was dragged off by James, who was trying to hide a proud smile.

The twins pulled Harry away again and tried to find somewhere to talk. It was Harry that decided on an unoccupied bathroom. His friends said that no one would be able to spy on them in one of the bathrooms.

"You have to keep this a secret, alright?" Harry said. "You have to swear."

"You're like the Dark Lord?" the twins asked. Harry nodded slowly. "We swear that we won't tell anyone as long as you swear not to tell either."

The twins had learned the hard way that people didn't like talking about the Dark Lord, let alone talking about him in a positive manner. So their next question was asked carefully.

"What is your opinion about him, the Dark Lord?" Fred asked while George scrutinized the four year old's expression. Harry blushingly smiled and placed his hands over his heart.

"He's very special to me," Harry said simply. His smile faded and guardingly asked, "What about you? What is he to you?"

"He is our lord," the two said with determination.