AN: YOOOO! Sorry, but I am excited! I graduate 8th grade in two days! Not that big a deal, but I get to go home (to the high school, because I have friends and my dad teaches there). Anyway, I have the new update for you lovely readers. Soon, it shall be summer break, and with that hopefully more productiveness on my part. I have been lazy because of end of the year testing, but now I might have some free time. I say might because my birthday is in July and we have to start preparing for my annual birthday trip/vacation thingy that is usually very educational because I love learning. (Washington DC this year!) So, I will keep up my regular schedule, and post extra if I write extra (re: I end up doing the next chapters for all my stories and have nothing to do). Now, I believe I ought to let you get on instead of boring you with my odd stories.
I own none of this, and the only thing I actually have is a That Guy Barney bracelet my friend made for me (because I am the Barney in our group, for some reason?)
Giada Draven, out!
It was several days before anything interesting happened. They had gone out occasionally, going to the little greasy spoon diner for dinner once, and even the local smokehouse. For Sirius, it was a bit boring unless they were out doing something. For Harry and Lucifer, it was just kind of monotonous. When Harry received a letter, making sure to feed the tired owl some bacon before taking the letter from its leg. Scanning it for charms absentmindedly, he found that it was a Howler, and quickly opened it after casting muffliato.
"HARRY JAMES POTTER! WHERE ARE YOU AT? HOW COULD YOU JUST GO WITH SOMEONE THAT YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW, AND HOW DID HE KNOW ABOUT YOUR CHILDHOOD? And Harry, dear, you should have told us. We would have done something so that it wasn't as bad." Mrs. Weasley's voice broke through Hermione's, taking him by surprise that his friend was yelling at him. "AND ANOTHER THING!" Hermione's voice came back, "DID YOU NOT REALIZE HOW DANGEROUS THAT- THAT THING WAS? HE APPARATED INTO HOGWARTS, OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT. HE IS OBVIOUSLY NOT NATURAL, AND HE COULD HAVE KIDNAPPED YOU. TELL US WHERE YOU ARE, AND WE WILL COME GET YOU."
The Howler ended there, and Harry was fuming. First of all, if she wanted to be discrete, then it was idiotic to send something that shouts what is recorded. Second, of course they wouldn't do something against the Dursleys. They thought that the safest place was in the blood wards, but those didn't protect from those inside the wards. And then there was her slight against his brother. If he could, he would go back to England, just to berate her.
The letter was now ash, and he grabbed his own piece of parchment. Charming it so that it would only read itself in front of the whole of the Order, and the 'children'. "First of all, I will not yell at you. Most of you have done nothing t deserve this. Hermione, I thought better of you. You pretty much decided I wasn't your friend anymore, so you have no right to have yelled at me. And calling my brother a 'thing'? Did you really expect me to take that well. Next, now you know my big secret. Whoop-dee-do, good for you," his voice was dripping sarcasm. "I was abused, okay? I thought you knew, and I asked to be taken away from them. But instead, you kept sending me back to them. People have tried to do things to help; nice elementary teachers noticed the bruises and called Social Services. Almost always, two days later, they were fired and Vernon would 'punish' me for bothering someone with my 'unfounded lies'.
"So, I just want you to know that I'm not going back to Hogwarts. I have had enough of everyone treating me as a savior one moment, and a criminal the next. So, you can say goodbye to the Boy-Who-Lived-With-Too-Many-Hyphens. To Remus, you can of course write, but if you try to take any of us back then you will not be welcome. Everyone else, I wish you luck with Tom Riddle."
Harry stopped recording, coursing the owl from before to take it back, but with the order, "Do not strain yourself. Take breaks every few hours, and for a while before attempting the ocean." The owl hooted and nudged his fingers, before taking off.
Sighing, he layed down on his bed for a while, just staring at the green-ish candle he had lit that day. For a while, he just watched the small flame flicker and listened to the birds outside. The faint sound of cars driving past every now and then was in the background, almost completely covered by birds and frogs. With a harrumph, he stood and reached into the closet, above the jackets, and pulled out a small bow and then grabbed a quiver with four arrows. He carried it into the odd crossroad-room (which had been dubbed the computer room, due to it having an old PC in the corner). Once there, he went to the door for the yard, pulling it open then using one hand to carry a foam target that had been hidden next to the massive clothes chair.
Harry stayed outside for several hours, shooting and then trudging back and forth between his spot and the target so he could get his arrows. As this was happening, the loud roar of an old engine pierced the air. Looking up, Harry saw an old Chevy, an Impala, he thought. It pulled onto the bridge, and when it didn't turn around Harry went to the gate and stood. The car pulled up to the gate and the front doors opened. Out stepped two men, one with long flowing hair that was as tall as a moose, and the other with short, nearly buzzcut, hair. Both were in suits, and pulled out two federal IDs. Harry could tell that they were fake, but just looked at the two quizzically.
"Agents Daltrey and Harrison. Would you mind getting your guardian?" Harry knew that to these two men, he looked like a kid, and so he crossed his arms.
"My brother is out right now, and my godfather is in the house. We can talk here, or we can go in and talk to Sirius." The two, whom Harry had already guessed were brothers, looked to each other, nodded, then followed him up the steps to the front door. Letting them in, He went to the kitchen and grabbed two chairs that were sitting at an abandoned table. Setting them down, he sat in his leather chair and looked at them. "So, what do you need, officers?" He made sure to stress that he could tell they were fakes.
The taller one looked surprised that they had been discovered, but the shorter sighed and facepalmed. "Kid, how did you know that we weren't actual agents?"
Harry smiled. "Could tell from how the badges were made. Plus, I'm pretty sure that male agents in the service aren't allowed to have hair below their ears. And then there was that gorgeous car of yours." The shorter puffed up in pride, and the moose muttered about, 'Wow, you had to feed his ego.'
Before anything else could be said, the sound of a crash and a shouted curse signaled the arrival of Sirius. He had tripped over a piece of clothing that he had yet to move, and had then fallen in the computer room and in full view of the newcomers. Harry burst out laughing, but got up and pulled Siri to his feet. "Just in time, Padfoot. We have some guests, who I believe have some questions." The man nodded, and went to sit in his chair.
After clearing his throat, the moose looked at Sirius and ignored Harry. "Have you heard of anything odd happening lately? We have gotten reports of-" he was cut off by Harry, who had snorted rather loudly.
"Wouldn't you rather tell us who you really are, instead of keeping up the 'agents' act? I mean, I already figured you out, and I would like to know who I was dealing with."
The shorter sighed. "Well, I'm Dean, and this is my brother Sam. We wanted to know about anything odd, because we heard that there had been a witch in the area." Harry and Sirius tensed up, and shot the brothers wary looks.