{Blah}...Harry

{Blah}...Gabriel

"Blah"... Normal Speaking

Bad Password

The next morning came for too quickly for the students of Gryffindor tower. Golden rays of sunshine danced through the window and around the room, causing people to stir as the light fell onto their eyes. Ron was grumbling obscenely, Seamus just continued to sleep. Dean and Neville slightly more at ease with being woken early, dazedly staggered to the bathroom. The remaining two, were already up. Dri had been awoken by the twins prank of exchanging his quilt for a rough sack full of hedgehogs (the boy had to ask Hayden to pull all of the spikes he'd got impaled on out, all the while plotting revenge).

Hayden meanwhile had hardly even slept. And it was obvious. His pale complexion made the dark circle's under his eye's stand out even more. He didn't even make an attempt to smooth his messier than normal hair, and the brightness and puffiness of his blood-shot eyes indicated to a lot of crying. Most of the house had been shocked when he had entered the common room, wondering why their savior looked so rough, but an unusually harsh glare from the boy in question stopped any fussing. Neville and Ron trailed obediently behind him, with their dorm mates tagging along. Hermione had left earlier, so as to get studying done, and the other two were still doing their make-up.

In short Hayden looked like hell, and acting as though he'd gone through a round with a devil.

Half-way across the castle, Gabriel grumbled about someone making inappropriate comparisons, whilst playing Halo multi-player with Harry.

In the charms corridor, Filius Flitwick, smirked triumphantly at the 200 galleons now sitting on his desk. He'd bet 20 galleons at the staff meeting that Harry was going to either Slytherin or Ravenclaw. Everyone present bar Lily and Dumbledore had matched him in favor of Gryffindor or at least Hufflepuff. He'd obviously won. He was intending to give half to Mr. Potter as thanks.

In the Gryffindor common room, Adrian Black opened the portrait door and came face to face with his God-brother (lily was Dri's godmother), who was glaring full force glare (that was surprisingly effective from a normally harmless and caring person). Ron looked angry, though that was pretty much default setting for him. Neville looked extremely unsure about whatever it is they wanted to say (and Dri thought he knew exactly what it was). Dean and Seamus seemed to have gone on ahead.

"Why. Didn't. You. Tell. Me?" Hayden ground out.

"Tell you what?" was the reply, that oozed fake ignorance, but the other two would never catch on, so he may as well have his fun.

"That...that...the kid...Harry...on the train...yo-you knew! You weren't surprised. Why didn't you tell me?" The devils new toy said (as an Archangel complained again, letting his half-vessel to kill his character again. {Three in a row with a plasma pistol! Ha!}), starting out loud and angry but broken and choking up at the end.

Dri sighed and rubbed his hand across his face "He didn't want to go home. So I decided to help him while I could. And I've known since Ollivander's, I think"

Hayden paused and considered for a moment, then nodded slightly and led the way to the great hall, his mind still screaming with possibility's. He had his brother back!

In Ravenclaw tower, Harry had just stood up from his bed after a refreshing game night in his apartment; a night filled with Pizza, beer, women and a gaming competition and blowing up a dart board.

{Oh and as a matter of interest who won on Halo?}

{You must have cheated! Someone kept talking about Luci. I bet you set them up to it! (sharp intake of breath) Admit it!}

{No, I didn't. If I wanted to distract you all I'd need to do is wave a chocolate bar in front of your face}

{...That works both ways you know}

{...}

{Yeah that's what I thought. Bit...}

And, que the slamming of the wall. Jerk.

Quickly he hurried downstairs, only stopping to change his hair. This time it was his normal black, but not messy. It was short, slightly longer on top and at the front, spiked with two zig-zag lines of cobalt blue running through it. He then snapped his fingers and his clothes were a brown leather jacket, a button up white dress shirt, dress shoes and black jeans.

Following his modifications, he entered the common room and was immediately assaulted by his year mates, wondering if he was The BWL's twin, why he ran, all excited to hear about Hayden, whether he really was a squib like rumors say, where he had been ecetera. He dodged the questions with short, brisk, and blunt answers ("Yes, he was Hayden's twin, he ran because he wanted to, Hayden was a stuck up douche, he clearly wasn't a squib, and it' none of your business") whilst he tried to recall names.

Michael Corner (who Gabe didn't like for his name {(Shivers) The personality resemblance is uncanny}), Anthony Goldstein, Su Li, Padma Patil, Stephen Cornfoot, Kevin Entwhistle, Lisa Turpin, Morag McDougal and Mandy Brocklehurst (all in his year) were crowded around him. In fact so was Chang and Edgecombe from the year above.

Then, Harry noticed a kid with brown hair, who was not jumping up and down with glee after seeing his somewhat similar looks to the great famous Hayden Potter. So naturally he went over to him, leaving behind a stunned crowd of strangers who had been hoping to have him introduce them to his brother. Most of the room was in agreement of their thought's. Why is he going to talk to the loner.

Harry shook his head as his mind magic's picked up on this thought without him even using Legilmency. He sat next to the boy and picked up that he was nervous, scared and had always been an outsider. A target for bullies.

"Hey," he said as he sat, while the other boy was startled and mystified by his pressence "I'm Harry. Harry Gabriel, formerly Potter,"

"Why are you talking to the loser, Harry?" Chang asked, and winked seductively at him. Harry felt his mouth water, but he stopped himself. She just wanted Hayden. He was a means to an end. The same for nearly everyone in first and second years. The older ones were interested, but didn't overly care.

So instead of smiling back, he replied with "Because I want to,"

"But he's a bookworm. A know-it-all. He never has friends!"

Harry (and coincidentally Gabriel as well) came to the conclusion that the two had met before and that she was the reason for those things.

Instead, he turned to the boy and waited. He watched surprise, then joy and elation, followed by fear and weariness flash across his face before he slowly and cautiously held his hand out.

"Terry Boot," he said quietly.

"Nice to meet you Terry!" he said excitedly, then dropped his voice to mimic that of a conspiratorial whisper, making sure that everyone in the dorm could still hear "How about we two Ravens ditch the witch, and her batch of crow's? Breakfast sounds good right about now," Terry nodded his agreement and they started to leave, his lips quirking upwards at the corners, as the rest of the house slowly unraveled the insult in his words.

"Hmm, definitely breakfast. Hot Chocolate, pancakes, muffins, waffles..." the new pair made their way to the Great Hall, and sat at the table decked out in Blue and Bronze, with Harry sprouting off an endless list of sugar filled treats that should be made mandatory at breakfast

Flitwick smiled warmly as he looked at his still mostly empty house table. The Slytherin table was completely filled, in contrast, and the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff table's were filling quickly. For his own house, however, only held some fifth and seventh years looking to do some early morning revision, reviewing their summer work for the OWL and NEWT years. That is, excluding the heart warming sight of Harry Potter and Terry Boot.

Filius himself had retrieved Terry from his home and led him to the station. His father, head of a once respectable Pureblood family, was a gambling drunk who had tarnished the house. Filius despised the man. Robert Boot should have been second born, barely more magic than a squib (Filius had no problems with squib's, but one should not head a Pureblood house, as it would rob the house of all respect), no discipline and no talent. His younger brother Davren, was different. The house would be better off with him. He had, however, left Britain after his brother's floundering, living the life of an adventurer using his skills from his days as a Curse Breaker.

Terry's mother, however, was a muggle. With a small part time job, she was practically unemployed and was also lying quite heavily on the drink. As a result of his parents, Terry had been terribly bullied in both the muggle primary school he attended and at any wizarding events he went to.

So it was a relief to see the charismatic and energetic Harry talking earnestly with Terry. Truth be told, he'd been worried that after the rest of the dorm informed him of Terry's past, he too would have ignored him. But he didn't rather the opposite, Filius observed as the rest of his house started arriving. Harry didn't spare them so much as a glance or a greeting.

Still smiling in content, Filius picked up the timetable's and began to hand them out.

Harry was listening to Terry shyly make conversation with him, as he pored maple syrup over his heaped plate of waffles (his third actually) to the extent where they were swimming in it. The kid was alright really. A bit shy, but from what he'd seen that was maybe the result of some bullying. Harry couldn't really fault him. He was strong and while he wasn't happy he just got on with life. While Harry wished it didn't have to be like that, it was just how life worked.

{And don't we know it}

The new timetable was next to his plate. He hadn't really looked at it other than to see that he had Transfiguration first {YES!} with the Gryffindors {NO!}{NO! At least Dri will be there}

Speaking of Dri, just as Harry was about to take a bite of his food, the black haired boy dropped down beside him, effectively stopping Terry in his tracks, and reverting him back to 'keep eyes down, and don't draw attention to myself' method. A frustrated expression took over Harry's face as he had only just gotten Terry to open up a bit. However, Dri seemed to notice the same thing, so he quickly got Terry to warm up again.

How he did this, you ask?

{HE STOLE MY WAFFLES!}

The look indigent of absolute horror and betrayal that settled on Harry's face was so amusing it had Dri and even Terry, who hadn't done more than chuckle softly, rolling on the floor and clutching their sides from laughter. The rest of the hall looked confused, bar Auror Black and Professor Flitwick, who looked highly amused.

"Thanks for the snack though mate. Couldn't eat at Gryffindor. Not with the way Ron's eating," Dri said, once he had calmed, only to crack up again at the glare he got for eating the waffles previously owned by Harry.

Harry and Terry being the clever Ravens they are, did not look at the Weasel. The rest of the stupid crows were not so lucky to have been blessed with the gift of common sense. Almost as a whole, Crowclaw house observed the eating habit's of Ronald Weasley. And almost as a whole, they pushed their own food away.

Harry meanwhile contented himself with taking a huge gulp of marshmallow, whipped cream, sugar and brandy hot chocolate, and then counted his losses and put together a stack of pancakes (about five or so. Thick ones) and coating them in chocolate sauce, topped with banana and strawberry slices. He was just about to eat, when another hand (this one with a yellow and black sleeve) pulled it away as his fork was about to impale the first one.

Whimpering in disappointment (which set off the two people on either side of him laughing like mad-men, again!) he looked up at the amused face of Cedric, who had one eyebrow raised.

"Mum said to make sure you don't overdo the sugar. I think this count's as that," he said before walking away, his shoulders shaking from laughter at the mortification he'd seen on Harry's face.

Once again the other two managed to right them selves, though their faces were very red and Terry was out of breath. Reaching across Harry, Dri held his hand out to Terry.

"Adrian Black, prankster extraordinaire, and lover of all things fun," Terry laughed and shook the hand.

"Terry Boot," was his reply.

Keeping a close eye on both Cedric and Dri and even Terry, Harry quickly snatched up a croissant and smothered it in high sugar honey. He lifted it to his mouth, thinking Finally I get my foo...

" would you please come with me?" A deep voice said from not a few feet away. Harry moaned and face-planted against the table. "You as well Mr. Black"

Before anyone could realize what was happening, again!, Harry stood and followed the Headmaster, though only very reluctantly, to his office with Dri following. Harry quickly got bored off being around the entourage Dumbledore was picking up, so he simply went straight to the office, not even bothering with the Stone Gargoyle, instead just flying into the office and taking a seat with his feet thrown up on the desk.

Minutes later, the rest of the group arrived, and were suitably shocked at seeing Harry already there.

"Harry, my boy, how did you get past the Gargoyle without the password," the old man said in his grandfatherly voice.

"I guessed it," Harry said looking around the room, and then guessed "Lemon Drops is a rather poor password you know? What if I was thief?" he asked sarcastically, simultaneous to praying he'd guessed right.

By the shocked expression on his face, he had.

Taking the brief moment he had to survey his surroundings had been beneficial too. He had seen the whole group in the room and pieced together who was who. Snape and MgGonagall stood on either side of the Headmaster, the former sneering, and the latter standing regally with a stern look on her face. Standing behind him, despite him not asking them to, were his parents, trying to appear as such. Hayden was right next to him, looking like a four year old on Christmas.

Then, finally, there was Sirius and Dri, standing off to one side.

Dumbledore leaned forward expectantly, his eyes twinkling like mad. He felt some probes against his walls, and swatted them away with ease. Snape and even Dumbledore started in surprise. But of course no one noticed, bar the Black's.

Again, the 'Leader of the Light' looked at him, and then in that fake, warm, inviting voice said "Now then Harry. Could you please tell us where you've been for the past few years? And why you left in the first place?"

"First, don't address me with my first name, we not on good enough terms for that, nor will we ever be," he replied flatly, which caused everyone to stare at him in shock for the way he'd spoken. Then he brightened up "As to where I was, well, I'm sure you know that for just less than the past year I've been staying with the Diggory's. The rest, I've been here and there. Traveled a lot, you know, went sight seeing. Changed my name," then dropped his voice to a slow sardonic drawl "Set up my own private, witness, protection program. Until you load of idiots screwed it all up, by calling the name 'Potter' at the sorting"

"Yes but why leave at all?" Lily asked

"Why?," he repeated intelligently and incredulously at the same time "WHY! For my own safety that's why!"

James glared and yelled back "Don't talk to your mother like that!"

"I don't have a mother," came the cold reply that had everyone stopping and freezing in place "just like I don't have a father. Or a sister. Or a brother," Hayden's face fell, James looked livid, and Lily had tears in her eyes. Alice, who had to stay at Hogwarts with Lily, simply looked confused.

"Harry, you were safe at Privet Drive. I made sure of it. There were people watching out for you there. It was very irresponsible of you to leave your aunt's care"

"SAFE!" he roared "I was safer on the run from my honorary brother's who wanted to start Apocalypse Now against each other than I was a Privet Drive! You say I was being watched. I know by Ms. Figg. The squib who didn't even try and help whenever I got tossed out, BEATEN AND BLOODY ONTO THE SIDEWALK!"

There were several gasp's at this. Dumbledore received glares from everyone in the room, except for Snape who sneered at Harry and the Potters and Blacks instead.

"And my name is Harry GABRIEL. NOT POTTER. So you can call me MR GABRIEL!"

Snape, having apparently decided that he'd heard enough began a full force legilmency attack on him, which had Harry smirking. He quickly opened his gate, and let Snape run through his defense's, making him think they were feeble. Swiftly casting a Notice-me-not charm on everything else, Snape walked right into one of Harry's favorite apartment complexes.

Looking in on him from the control room in that particular area, he smirked as he watched Snape wonder around aimlessly (He'd sealed the bulkhead behind him) unknowingly headed right for one of his many, many 'security personal'.

Snape heard a guttural rasping coming from behind him. He very slowly turned around and nearly had a heart attack. For there standing in front of him was a huge six and a half foot black, 'thing'. It had a domed head and menacing silver teeth and it's lips pulled back. Instead of fingers each of it's legs had three razor talons attached to it. A long tail wished back and forth, with a vicious, piercing stinger on it.

The thing seized his shoulders and lifted the Potions Master up, his front teeth parted, and a mini-mouth and a stalk shot out.

In the office, everyone was confused as to why the two people were just staring at them. Then as they prepared to go and get help, Snape, ex-death eater, the dungeon bat, the sweeping menace; let out a girlish, high-pitched squeal, followed by a meek 'meep', before he collapsed in a dead faint. Everyone just stared gob-smacked at the sight (excluding James, Sirius and Dri who were on the floor rolling around and laughing so hard they threatening to pass out from lack of oxygen.

"Keep your pet Death Eater on a leash, Headmaster, because that's hardly the worst I could do. I don't take kindly to people trying to mind-rape me," Harry snarled "Now, I believe I've answered your questions sufficiently. I'd like to leave so I can get to class on time," and then he left, leaving a room fulled of angry people (at Dumbledore in every case but his own), and one crying Boy-Who-Lived.

A/N: Aw, poor Hayden.

Yes it was an Alien from the film 'Alien', that Harry used on Snape. The confrontations will get more tense and more explosives as time goes on.

And I completely made up Terry's back story, because it seemed to fit so well, and I needed Harry to have a friend in Ravenclaw.

Sooo, yeah. Review! Bye for now! Yozza out!