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God of the Challenge: Harry is not gay or straight. He's been heavily (entirely) influence by an angel who are genderless. He'd go for either gender. The Xenomorph's have a Queen but I don't know about a King.

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As always, please enjoy.

The Potter's Birthday

Harry and Hayden descended the stairs slowly, side by side, as though in some sort of spy movie.

{Speaking of movies, any idea how Hayden was able to finish that quote from a film thats NOT EVEN OUT YET!}

{Nada. Nothing so far}

{Ah well. Never mind. I'm sure we'll come up with a completely crazy theory eventually}

Hayden, instead of wearing the red and gold dress robes his mother had left out for him, had allowed Harry to transfigure his clothes into something more practical. After the incident with Quirrel, Hayden had realized just how right Harry was about that fact. Had they been wearing robes their movement would have been much more restricted like the man they'd fought. If they had ran, the long clothing would have tripped them or gotten caught on things. So instead of what his mother expected, Hayden was clad in a pressed white shirt and black blazer with dark blue jeans and black pumps that Harry had called converse or something like that. The top button of the shirt was undone, and he'd allowed Harry to; quote, unquote; 'work his mojo' on the infamous Potter hair. Somehow, it had worked. Harry had given Hayden a casually messy look, spiking the front up.

Harry, striding next to him, had donned a nearly identical outfit. He however was wearing a black waistcoat instead of a blazer and had rolled the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows. His jeans were in a lighter shade of blue and he was wearing black combat boots, the sort you would regret ever seeing if one landed itself in your face; something Hayden had experienced during a hand to hand training session the day before they'd gone after Quirrel. He was pretty sure his nose was still somewhat crooked from that and Harry's comment of 'Ladies love the dangerous look' didn't reassure him in the slightest.

As they moved toward the party they could hear Sirius and Adrian denying ever telling Lily's 'Princess' about sex whilst the furious woman sent hex's and jinxes at the pair who were ducking behind the couch. Remus was also there for some reason.

"I warned you Black's," Lily screeched "I said I'd neuter the both of you if you corrupted my daughter!"

"But we didn't," Sirius protested, as Adrian glanced suspiciously at the chocolate Alice held (which she'd claimed Remus gave her to 'never, ever tell mummy' about Dri and Sirius mentioning sex around her; also the reason why Remus too was hiding) Dri knew, he just knew, that Harry was behind this somehow. The chocolate all but confirmed it for him.

James was laughing at his former friends plight while Marlene tried to calm Lily down with the excuse of 'they didn't explain to her what they were saying'. The Weasley twins who'd just come through the floo system had promptly joined James in his amusement; despite their dislike of him; because the sight of their partner being showered with embarrassing and painful spells was just too funny. The other guests that had arrived so far were just sort of milling around.

Neville was absorbed in his examining of the magical plant that decorated the entrance hall. His grandmother had moved over and joined Minerva McGonagall and Amelia Bones (who'd left her office in the hands of her assistant) in a discussion about something or other. Frank and Alice Longbottom would be arriving later, as they both had work; despite their ability to be field Auror's being taken away by LeStrange's crucio curse, Frank had managed to get an office job, and Alice worked as a researcher for the unspeakable's. Susan was with Hannah Abbott, who'd been invited along with the Bones', and Megan Jones. They were in discussion with the Gryffindor soon to be second year girls; Fay Dunbar, Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown. Parvati's Ravenclaw sister Padma was with them too. Dean was staring at the manor house in awe and Seamus was trying to drag his best mate and some other boys into a mini quiditch game on the Potter's pitch.

Members of both the order and Auror force were there. Kingsley Shacklebolt, a recently promoted but well respected senior Auror had managed to avoid the day shift in order to attend as had the head of the Auror force Rufus Scrimgeour. The now retired, super paranoid Alaster Mad-Eye Moody lurked in the corner, his large electric blue eye spinning wildly in his search for threats. Seventh year Hufflepuff Nymphadora Tonks had just somehow tripped over her own feet and spilled a large amount of butter-beer over herself and her parents (Harry absently noted that he'd have to inform Andi of her new title) whilst Hermione had met Ron as he came out of the floo, followed shortly by a little girl with red hair who instantly began scanning the room and bouncing in excitement. Percy the Prat had already started sucking up to the visiting Minister for Magic Cornelius Fudge and his brown nosed, boot licking, toady whose name Harry could swear was Umbitch. Terry was trying to make himself invisible and was anxiously glancing around, looking, presumably, for Harry, who was the only person he could call himself friends with aside from Dri; who everyone could see was somewhat busy.

Hagrid was praising Dumbledore to everyone that would listen, most notably Arabella Figg, who Harry opted to glare at for a while and then ignore. Megan's aunt Hestia, Emeline Vance, Sturgis Podmore, Daedalus Diggle and Elphias Doge were all also present. Hermione's parents were deep in conversation with Madam Marchbanks, an old friend of James'.

Noticeably absent were Terry's parents, who had in fact been invited, and Dumbledore. Harry wasn't particularly fond of any of the people not present but he would have thought that the old man would want to wish his weapon a happy birthday. Oh well. Harry decided to count his blessings.

It was at that moment that people noticed Hayden. They began to clap and clamor for his attention, but faltered when they noticed Harry next to him. They caught on quicker than he expected, but it was still several awkward seconds before people realized who he was. Lily had also calmed down and put her wand away. Her eyes widened as they landed upon her second son, who she had been sure would not come despite Hayden's assurances that he would. Sirius and Remus saw him too, and yelled out "Cub!" but couldn't get near him. They reluctantly agreed to speak to(and also scold) him later.

Seeing her new favorite brother, Alice began clapping and giggling, repeatedly babbling "Harry, Harry, Harry,"with a wide, chocolate covered grin. This of course basically told Dri that he'd been absolutely right and Harry had dropped him in the firing line for something the self named marauder Archangel had done. Dri of course immediately started plotting revenge.

Harry nudge Hayden and nodded in Terry's direction to which the older twin smiled and nodded. Hayden made his way through the adoring fans putting up with their hero worship, while Harry made his way over to his friend. The junior marauder used the crowd to hide his approach and as such was able to come right up beside Terry without the boy knowing.

"Hey Terry," he said.

The boy started a bit, before catching himself and grinning in reply "Hey Harry," Terry said, before stammering slightly "I thought...I mean you didn't write, or anything and...I thought, you know, you might have changed your mind about giving me a second chance,"

"Terry, I'll tell you know that I didn't. I didn't write to anyone. I've been of the grid for a while," Harry reassured his worried friend before drawing them over to a corner and taking the Boot heir's hands. Terry blushed at the contact, especially when Harry began inspecting the boy's hands and arms.

"Some of these are recent," Harry commented, absently tracing a thin cut that had already begun to scab over and would likely scar.

"It's, it's a, er, hard habit to break," Terry laughed nervously "But you took the knife, and I didn't get another so it was easier to not, you know, do that,"

"What did you use? Out of curiosity,"

"...Glass,"

Suspicious Harry raised his eyes to meet Terry's "Where from,"

"My dad, he smashed my window, a few...a few years ago. There was still some in my room, we never actually fixed it. Just boarded it up,"

Harry pursed his lips, deciding that one day soon he'd need to have a chat with Mr Boot. But until then...

"Terry how about you stay here with us for a while?"

"What, are you sure? I mean, I wouldn't, I don't want to intrude,"

"You wouldn't be,"

"Well, uh, okay. Only if you're sure,"

After that the rest of the party passed quickly. Mrs Weasley had set the mountains of food she and Lily had prepared on a long table outside where the main party was taking place. There was a Weird Sister's record being played through the record player. Harry, Dri, Terry, Lee and the Weasley twins had grouped together and eaten their food while plotting pranks for the upcoming year. Of course none of them would eat the cheap and strange Wizarding deserts. The more normal ones like fudge and treacle they would eat. But the items like chocolate frogs, Bertie Botts and licorice wands; that they all had loved in their childhoods; were no longer acceptable to them. After all why would one eat the cheap tasting chocolate in the shape of a frog when they could get muggle chocolate. So instead they turned to Harry and his smuggling ring for muggle items. At the moment Hayden and the New Marauders were his only customers and they got discounts on whatever he brought in because he like them, but he planned to expand. Whoever said Marauders Co. had to only have legal business.

Everyone, including Terry who had a fondness for skittles and haribo, had paid up a little for their desert except Dri. The young Black heir had instead leaned over and whispered something into Harry's ear which had the smallest of them giving Dri whatever he wanted for the entire night. Whatever arrangement they made, it had Harry grinning like a lunatic.

The little group was Hayden's escape when he needed a break from his adoring fans. Hermione often joined him when he returned to their tucked away table. The one time Susan Bones had started to talk to them, Dri had started to flirt. Of course he didn't get very far.

"Hi Susan," Dri said.

"Stop flirting," Harry said before Susan could say anything. He was so hoping Dri would fall into the trap and let him quote one of the most awesome TV shows ever.

"I was only saying hello!"

{YES!} "For you that's flirting,"

Needless to say, Susan point blank told Dri that she wasn't interested in boys, and especially not an immature, irresponsible arrogant dog like him, before spun her away (coincidentally whipping her hair around as well) and stormed off. Dri stared after her for a moment before breathing a deep sigh and saying "I think I'm in love," which had a few of them looking at him like he'd announced that Harry was the sanest, smartest, most honest and kind hearted person on the planet and they should all elect him Minister.

Then came the time to give presents to the Boy-Who-Lived. As most people hadn't known he would be there, or even who he was at first, Harry did not have many gifts. But he preferred it. The presents he did receive were only from people he knew. Fred and George had given him a set of magical prank items they had created. The tag read that as he was one of the two owner of Marauders Co. it was only right that he get to test out all the products first. Harry and Dri had grinned, which struck fear into the hearts of all those nearby who would be at Hogwarts come September (excluding the new-marauders).

From Hermione he'd been given a set of muggle fiction could always have created them, but it was better to have permanent copies, and it was the thought that counted.

Dri had, somehow, managed to get his hands on a rare book, most likely taken from the Black Family Library. This one, Harry did need. The information it contained on obscure, almost unheard of dark spells and their counters was invaluable. Especially when one considered that these spells were so unknown, that they were not even illegal. Following this, Remus and Marlene had worked together to back a triple chocolate fudge cake which they presented to him, and smiled when they saw Harry's eyes light up. They had, evidently, heard of his massive sugar tooth. Sirius had completed the Black family's set of gifts by giving him an Auror grade wand holster, which he instantly strapped to his left thigh and placed his Purgatory wood wand into it. His Eden wand remained on his left wrist.

Lee had gotten him some adult magazine's. Where from or how, nobody knew. Harry appreciated it just the same, especially as he seemed to have trouble picking up people willing for a one nights stand in Hogwarts.

From Terry, he'd gotten a set of journals that had been written by his uncle, Davren. They were copies, as the originals were doubtlessly in the hands of Davren Boot, wherever he may be. Terry informed Harry that his uncle had sent copies of the journals when Terry expressed a desire to study Ancient Runes and Arithmacy during his third year electives. Terry had only skimmed over them so far, but had asked for a second set as he knew Harry had read up on the topic and seemed interested in it. Harry was thrilled because Davren Boot was an expert on the topic of warding, and Harry had been itching for a chance to pick his mind. Now he had in his hands the mans work. Notes from Hogwarts; only on the aforementioned subjects, and notes only. Davren didn't want them to cheat their way through the class, but looking over someone else's notes was not cheating like having a copy of the assignments would be. There was his recordings of the digs he'd been on, the tombs he'd explored, arithmetic formulas, translations from ancient, dead languages and runes into modern English. It was worth more than Terry seemed to think, given that the boy had actually apologized for it 'not being much'. Harry had actually kissed Terry on the forehead out of joy for that gift. The action seemed to cause Terry to once again blush.

Finally, Hayden had handed him a package which turned out to be a second year charms book. Harry was actually rather disappointed. Hayden knew he had read Cedric's Charms book from the older boy's second year and it hadn't been changed since as far as they knew. But then he was also given a small note by his twin which read: Open to page 141. Being curious, he did so and found that the book was fake. The middle of every page after 141 had been cut out and in it's place was a metal box, containing a Kimber Custom TLE II pistol, matte black with a small under-mounted flashlight.

"I know you have enough weapons to support a small militia. But one more couldn't hurt," Hayden whispered, as they checked to see that no one else had seen. Dri had but he was too busy gaping to rat them out, not that he would anyway. "Your real present is upstairs. I'll give it to you later,"

Then it was Hayden's turn. He got much the same as Harry from Dri and Sirius. The twins gave him a box of Zonko's products, from Hermione a box of chocolate orange sweets and some books. Mrs Weasley granted Harry with some home made treacle. From his godfather Hayden received an old set of Wizards chess pieces with a board, that Remus explained had belonged to his father. Marlene gave him a dozen, freshly baked chocolate chipped cookies.

Neville had given him a plant from the amazon that flared it's fangs towards untrustworthy people, while it was calm around the 'good guys'. The gift was expensive, and the fact that Neville had given him such a gift made Harry reassess his opinion about the worth of the young Longbottom.

Ron had only given him some Wizarding sweets, which he refused to believe were outdone by their muggle counterparts. Many others in the assembled group thought the same, but they had respected Hayden's wishes by either giving him muggle candy or non at all. Ron didn't want Hayden to 'go all muggle' on him, as he'd said when Hayden first converted to the one true candy.

James and Lily had bought their son a Nimbus 2001. It was in truth only marginally better than the 2000. It was slightly faster, had slightly better turning, the exact same handling and strength. Hayden was one of the best fliers in the school. He could, with a 2000, beat most people even if they were using the 2001. Harry could too. But still, it was a good present. One of prestige on the Quiditch team's and purebloods. Hayden could both afford it the year it came out and use it. Unlike Draco Malfoy, who could afford seven but couldn't play, or Cedric who could work wonders with it if he could actually get his hands on one.

Harry was the last to give his present. He simply said "It's in the front garden," which of course had people wondering just what it was that Harry had gotten his twin.

When the group reached the present, no one could do anything more than stare in shock. Hayden's mouth was hanging open.

{Wonder if he bruised his jaw when it hit the ground}

{I feel so proud of this gift}

{As you should}

The Weasley twins were dramatically sobbing into his each others shoulders.

"Why can't we..." started George

"...have awesome little brothers..." continued Fred

"...that get us..." George again.

"...things like this,"

"...all we have is Ronnie," they finished together.

Ron sputtered in outrage but nobody paid him any attention. They were all far too focused on Harry's gift.

"He can't have it," stated James firmly.

"Course he can,"

"And just who'll teach him?" the Potter father asked.

"I will!"

Sighing, James inquired "How do you know how to work it?"

"Someone taught me,"

"WHO?"

"Someone you don't know,"

"Tell me!"

"He wouldn't like it,"

"Ha! So it's a he?"

"She alternates,"

"AAARRRGGGHHH!"

Several people let out chuckles at James' annoyance, and how easily Harry was able to rile him up.

Hayden meanwhile was still staring at the beauty sitting before him.

"This is mine?" he asked, a large grin taking control of his expression "This is awesome!"

Hayden suddenly wondered how he'd ever gotten on without Harry there to give him presents like the military Humvee with a 50 cal. machine gun that was currently sitting in the front garden of Potter Manor.

Much later, at about half past eleven, when the party had wound down and all the guest's had left, Harry was lying in bed. He'd been shown that when Hayden had gotten back from school he'd demanded that one of the guest bedrooms be converted into an actual bedroom for Harry. Hayden had done the decorated. The floor was a smooth rosewood, whilst the ceiling and walls were painted deep blue with irregular bronze colored stripes. There was a wardrobe and a chest of drawers against one wall, a queen sized bed against another, and a desk and bookcase along a third. Shelves lined the fourth, on either side of the door.

Terry was sleeping on a camper bed set up in the middle of the room.

As Harry was drifting off to sleep, the door clicked open and then shut after a dark shadow slipped inside. Harry didn't notice, but the feeling of being pushed to one side of his bed woke him up.

"Wasgoinon?" he asked sleepily.

"It's me, move over," Hayden's voice replied and Harry did as requested {Since when do we do that?} {Since it's Hayden asking}

Hayden slipped into the bed beside him and a small muggle torch lit up their faces. Harry was about to ask what Hayden was doing here, when he caught sight of the small cauldron cake in Hayden's hand. It brought up memories. Every birthday until Harry was sent away to the Dursley's, the Black's would try and cheer him up, and to a certain extent it worked. But it was Hayden creeping into his bed and giving him a cauldron cake and present was what had always made his day.

"You didn't have to," Harry whispered, as he ate the cake. He didn't usually eat wizarding sweets, but he made an exception here. The memories associated with doing so were too good to ignore.

"I wanted to," was the soft reply.

And then Hayden was holding out his hand and placing something in Harry's. Examining the item, Harry discovered that it was a piece of string threaded through a small wooden carving, depicting a pair of wings. It looked hand made, and using his passive grace, Harry could tell that Hayden made it himself.

"Why wings?" he questioned

Hayden grinned "That fire sketch you did in the Great Hall. Remember? On the day of your first prank? I know Dri's the wolf. That'd make you the wings,"

Harry didn't hesitate to place it around his neck, before saying "You can stay if you want"

"Wha?" a tired voice asked.

"Terry?" Hayden inquired.

"Oh, Hayden, I'll, er, I can go if you two want to talk?"

A quick glance between the twins and both knew they were in agreement.

"Come here, Terry," Harry said, still only whispering so as not to wake their parents down the hall. Terry slowly made their way to them, and was promptly pulled into the bed as well. It was crowded, but none of the boys were particularly bothered nor did they want to leave.

"Listen, you and Dri, you're my family. As much as Hayden," Terry looked at him with bright eyes.

"As much as Harry is for me," Hayden added.

"You don't need to leave. On Halloween, you made a mistake. You said you were sorry. I'm not usually someone who forgives easily...but you're family. You deserve as many chances as you ask for," Harry said earnestly and soon found himself hugging a boy who was sobbing in relief. Terry had been scared that between the twins and Dri he would be outcast, especially given his actions last year. Harry's reassurance was so honest and genuine, Terry believed every word of it.

The boys did not end up leaving. The long, exhausting party had the three just falling asleep in Harry's bed. Sometime in the night, Alice entered the room and the small girl squeezed in between her two brothers before she also settled down to sleep.

AN: Aw, isn't that so happy. Too bad it's not going to last. Mwahahahahaha!

Yeah so, anyway. Coming up next: House Elves, Peacock's and Ferrets.

Cya next time! Yozza Out!