Quidditch and Pranks

1st of October, 1995.

Harry sat down next to George in the common room.

George sighed and leaned back. "This is rough," he said. He leaned his head on Harry's shoulder.

"You'll manage," Harry said.

"Yeah, sure as long as I don't break down first," George said.

"Do you want a massage?" Harry asked. "You need to rest too or you will burn yourself out."

George smiled. "That would be nice. Just let me get through this first," he said. He leaned back over his book and Harry smiled. He got off the couch and headed over to Hermione. He was sure that there was something they could work on while he waited.

"You and George seem close," Hermione pointed out.

Harry nodded slowly. "I enjoy physical contact with people I like," he said. "I know that hasn't come across before, but I sort of sat down this summer and realised that I like it. The Dursleys never gave me positive contact so it was weird for me to get hugs and so on when I came to Hogwarts. I guess you can remember me tensing up more than once."

Hermione smiled softly. Oh, she could remember that just fine. She hadn't thought it was necessarily important. Not everyone liked hugs.

"But after you know what and I met Fleur I changed. I learned that I actually like being close to people I care about. People that care about me," he said. "I like it so I didn't want to be hung up on the things that the Dursleys did to me." He opened a book up. "I hug Tanya and she likes sitting in my lap. It isn't just George. It's just that I know the twins pretty well and they don't really mean anything by it. Besides, George is a cuddler. If you watch them and know which twin is which then you would notice that it is George that initiates any physical contact with his twin. Fred is more the compliments and spending time together kind of guy."

A brown eyebrow had risen as Harry spoke. Hermione was glad that Harry had become so attentive to his surroundings. He used to be so clueless. She was happy for him. He knew more than she did not that she had ever looked deeper at the twins. She honestly didn't know which one was which. She watched him head off with George a while later.

"Take your shirt off and lay down on your stomach," Harry told George.

"Oh, bossy," George said. He chuckled as he ripped his shirt off. He laid down and he felt how Harry sat down across his butt. He felt how Harry's fingers ran over his back.

"Breath in."

Harry rubbed circles over George's back. He was slowly sending calming magic down into George.

"You are cheating aren't you," George asked sleepily.

"A little," Harry said.

"This is really nice," George said. He rolled over and looked up at Harry. "You're really pretty you know," he said.

"You are a little loopy," Harry said.

"I'm not that loopy," George said. "I can acknowledge that there are good-looking men out there and you are one of them."

"Thank you," Harry said.

"I don't swing that way, but if I did you would not be leaving this room," George said.

Harry laughed. "I already know what Weasley's are like in bed," he said offhandedly. "I don't need to try another one." He could feel George tensing under him.

"Who?" George asked.

"Oh, wouldn't you like to know?" Harry said. He smirked as he sent George into a deep sleep.

"Thanks, he needed that," Fred said as he entered the room.

"No problem," Harry said. He was going to be assaulted the next day, but at least George would get some sleep.

2nd of October, 1995.

"I hope this wasn't your idea of fun."

Harry turned around only to stand face-to-face with Blaise Zabini. The fifth-year Slytherin looked like a glitter bomb had gone off on him. Harry looked past him and saw that every other Slytherin student nearby looked the same. "Not us," he said. "We don't target single houses."

"So who the hell did this?" Blaise asked.

"Who has been making your lives miserable the past month?" Harry asked.

"You mean a professor would do this to us?" Blaise asked. His tone was filled with disgust.

"It's the best explanation I can give you," Harry said. He drew his wand and studied what had been done to Blaise. "It isn't a very complicated spell," he said.

"Finite doesn't work," Blaise said. "It just makes it worse."

Harry nodded. He hadn't considered the simplest solution so that didn't bother him. He tapped Blasie's shoulder and the glitter disappeared. He was going deeper than just the surface spell. There were several spells woven into the initial one that would just make matters worse. He had gone under that and removed the entire cluster.

Blaise looked down at his arms. The obnoxious glitter was gone. "At least someone knows how to remove it," he said. "Thank you."

Harry sighed. He spent most of that day removing glitter from Slytherin students. Defence was tense since the Slytherin students were all focused on the Professor. At least he didn't try anything bad during class.

It turned out that unless Harry or someone else removed the glitter it just stayed. Some students were glittery for several days until they got some help.

Harry spent a lot of time avoiding the Weasley twins. They were determined to figure out which Weasley he had slept with. He didn't stay near them long enough to let them talk as long as all they would talk about was his love life.

6th of October, 1995.

Fred and George entered the Great Hall. They had a prank set up and it would go off in just a moment. The fallout would be random so they didn't sit down together. They wanted to see different reactions. George settled down close to Harry and his group of friends. A lot of their quidditch team was there as well while Fred sat down near Ron. It was obvious when their prank activated. George watched Harry. He was sure he had been hit, but he must have done something to stop it. Shame it would have been interesting to see what the opposite of Harry was. He smirked as Hermione slouched and started playing with her food. Neville was interesting. He had changed a lot in the past couple of months. He straightened and sneered at Hermione. "You could at least keep your mouth closed," he told her. Then he looked over at Harry. "Why do we have this cretin around? She is repulsive," he said.

Harry raised an eyebrow as Hermione sort of shrank into herself. He hadn't known what the magic wanted to do when he pushed it away. Now he was very glad he had. Evil dark lord was not something anyone wanted during lunch in the Great Hall. "How long does this last?" he asked George.

"Only an hour," George said. "It isn't interfering with classes."

Harry nodded. This wasn't so much a prank as it was a social experiment. At least the twins had followed their normal pattern and everyone had been hit. He finished eating and stood up to walk around. He saw Ron with a book pulled up. He had barely touched his food and he was muttering about the noise level.

Cedric hadn't been hit, but he was looking at his friends in amusement. "This won't last long will it?" he asked Harry.

"Until the end of lunch," Harry answered.

Cedric nodded. He guessed that was fine.

About half the students had been hit. The other half were watching their friends and snickering.

Blaise was looking at Draco like he was hurting. "He is going to be so angry once this lets up," he told Harry.

"I hear you," Harry said. "He'll just have to live with it. This one I can't do much about." He was tapping his chin as he walked over to the doors. He figured it would be fair if the students who hadn't been hit now experienced something else. Someday. He would have to work that out.

After class, that day, the Gryffindor Quidditch team joined up. They were training like crazy. Even after Snape had made sure to book the pitch in advance for his Slytherins so they couldn't use it. Harry had worked out several little games they could play together for fun and to improve on skills and team spirit. Monday after classes, they were outside again. Harry had led them over to the area where the dragons had been kept before the first task the year before. It was protected from prying eyes so they would be left to their own devices.

The games he had worked out involved all players and both teams. He threw a ball over to Angelina. "What do you think?" he asked.

She nodded. "I like it," she said. "You should have said something earlier. This is a perfectly viable way of learning the positions. The beaters though. They don't get any batting practice," she said.

"Oh, yes they do," Harry said. He grabbed a rope and pulled several logs up. "Balls will randomly appear at the top of these. It is the only way to get another ball in play. You can't pick them, they have to be hit with a bat to be in play."

Angelina smirked. "Let's get up there," she said.

Harry took off after her. He had designed this game to be completely independent of broom speed. It worked off skills not speed. They split into two teams and started playing. The Seekers' jobs were to initially catch the balls as the Beaters sent them flying and pass them to the Chasers. The Chasers tried their best to make as many goals on the Keepers as possible. They didn't have three hoops like in Quidditch. Instead, they had a marked area on the ground that the Keeper had to defend. If a ball hit the ground it was out of play. They had set it up so Chace wasn't on any team; he just had to try to catch all the balls. Originally the plan had been for two Keepers so Harry had needed to quickly modify it to work for them. He had spent hours enchanting everything so it would do what he wanted it to.

In time for dinner, the teams packed back up and headed over to the school. They walked into the Great Hall in a troop. Harry was surrounded by his teammates. Everyone was laughing at a joke Fred had pulled just before they stepped into the Hall.

They dispersed as they reached their table.

12th of October, 1995.

Harry was sitting down to study with Hermione and Neville. They had received another impossible task from Snape earlier that day.

"Hey, Potter."

Harry turned to a sizable boy with wiry hair and green eyes. He knew vaguely that the guy was in Katie's year. He didn't know anything else about him though. "Yes?" he said.

"You are one very elusive fish to catch, Potter. I have been trying to get a hold of you for weeks now. I want a chance to be on the team. I play Keeper, and I assure you that I'm better than the little shrimp you have in the position now," the teen said.

Harry smiled politely. "Chace is an excellent player," he said. "We held tryouts and he got the position. We are sticking with Chace." He could see his team rising from their seats as the boy moved closer to him. "Back off," he said.

"What? Are you scared of me?" the boy asked.

"Stop being stupid Cormac," Katie said from behind him.

"Please step out of my personal space," Harry said. His eyes narrowed as the blond moved. He was standing above the guy within seconds with his wand in his hand. He hadn't even thought about it. He'd just reacted to the guy moving. Cormac was staring up at him with wide eyes. Harry threw the guy's wand over to one of the seventh-year prefects and walked over to Neville and Hermione. "And that is how you disarm someone without magic," he said before he sat down.

He wasn't going to explain himself. He wasn't going to hide, and he wasn't going to regret what he'd done. He had reacted and defended himself. He might have overreacted, but he hadn't hurt the guy.

"Well, at least I know how you did that," Hermione mumbled and Neville nodded.

Harry chuckled as he pulled several books out of his bag so he could do his homework.

…

In the following week, the Slytherin students were cursed to be unable to write for several days until the Professors figured out how to fix it. Dumbledore stood up before the school and asked whoever had done it to stop while looking sternly towards the Weasley twins. Fred and George hadn't done it though. They had even helped their fellow seventh-year Slytherins with notes while they couldn't write themselves so none of the students thought it was the twins.

It was strange to everyone that Dumbledore would try to frame the Weasley twins when no one thought it was them.

31st of October, 1995.

Harry blinked slowly and yawned. Fred and George were sitting by the single table in the Lab. They were constructing some kind of joke. His classes that day had been uneventful. He had some homework to do, but it was Halloween. He guessed they could have some fun with that.

He himself had prayed to magic on the Autumnal Equinox, a date that actually mattered with magic. Gifting magic to the earth on the Solicits and Equinoxes would ensure a prosperous year. So many had forgotten the old rituals though, and he didn't know them either. All he could do was hope that magic would take his offering.

He focused back on what was going on. His mind slipped in to test Fred's mental shields. A small smile spread over his lips as he found them strong and tall. He checked George as well. Then he stood up slowly. He reached in under his shirt. Fred's eyes met his and he smirked as he turned the glamour device off.

Blue eyes widened and Fred elbowed his twin. George looked up at Harry and his jaw fell. "What the… what just…?" he said.

"I don't know," Fred said. "Harry?"

Harry chuckled softly. "Oh, my I have made the infamous Weasley twins speechless," he said. "You wanted to know what I had been through. It involves six years in another world." He held his hands out. "Let me show you what my life has been like," he said.

Fred stood up slowly and walked up to him. Harry had grown about five inches. He had to be about five-foot-nine now. He took one of Harry's hands and waited for his brother to do the same. Harry smiled and closed his eyes. "You have to allow me past your shields so that I can invite you on this journey," he said. "I will not enter your minds." He could feel the two of them allowing a portion of their shield to fall for him. "Open your eyes," he whispered.

Fred and George did as they were told. They were standing in the midst of a dragon pen. Four giant reptiles surrounded them. "These are the dragons that you guys faced in the Tournament," George said. He turned to Harry.

Harry nodded slowly.

There was a strange vibration in the air and they were transported from Hogwarts to Karthspire. Harry breathed in deeply before he started his story. The events unfolded around him as he spoke. The twins were amazed by Rashall and intimidated by Katla. They didn't quite know how to react to Naya and they were definitely checking Rhavaniel out.

Harry showed the twins all over Skyrim. He didn't stop for every little thing, but he gave them a pretty good overview. He let go of their hands eventually and they ended up back in the Lab.

"That's pretty insane," Fred said. "No, really," George responded sarcastically. He looked up at Harry. "You're older than we are," he said. "And here we've thought of you as a little brother," Fred said. "We were pretty wrong about that." "That's why you are always the voice of reason." "You don't spend time with Ron anymore," "Cause of this right?" "He is too immature." Then George really looked him in the eyes. "Why are you still at Hogwarts?" he asked.

Harry smiled softly. "That is simple. I don't want to leave Hermione behind. I want to help Neville and I want to learn," he said.

Fred and George nodded. "You downed McLaggen," "out of instinct didn't you." "The feline guy," "Rashall taught you how to do that." "Could you teach us," "how to fight with swords?" the twins asked.

Harry raised an eyebrow. "What are the two going to use that for?" he asked. "I learned it because it was a life-saving skill for me. You guys don't really need it."

"Well," "why do we," "need to have," "use for everything," "we know?" the twins asked.

Harry chuckled and shook his head. "I'll consider it," he said. "Not now though, you might not realise it, but I have a lot on my plate right now." He smiled. Then he donned his Kato glamour. "I have a fair amount of stuff I do outside of school." He couldn't help but laugh at the two redheads. It was so much fun to mess with them.

"You are Kato Peverell?" Fred said.

"Yes, Peverell is the name of a distant ancestor of mine," Harry said. He removed the earrings and his hair and eyes faded back to their original colour. "Kato was a name that Katla liked. I took it to honour her. I needed something to stay out of sight. I used it a lot in Skyrim too. The goblins set up some kind of security system for me. We will probably make Kato disappear at some point so I can step into his shoes."

George shook his head. "You really have been busy, haven't you?" he said.

"That I have," Harry said. He tapped the table. "How about we do a Halloween prank?" he said.

"What do you have in mind?" Fred asked.

"Zombies," Harry said.

…

Hermione and Neville were walking down towards the Great Hall together for the Halloween feast. "What is that?" Neville asked.

"I don't know," Hermione said. She looked around and her eyes widened.

Heading their way down an unused corridor came two shambling green-skinned monsters.

"Run!" Hermione shouted. She grabbed Neville and took off down the corridor.

"What was that?" Neville asked.

"A zombie," Hermione said. "But not like in our books."

"Look like no-mag version of Zombies to me," Dean said and Hermione nodded.

"Are they dangerous?" Neville asked.

"I don't think so," Dean said. "First of they infect you just by touching you. Secondly, they aren't trying to hurt anyone just spread the infection."

"You have seen this?" Hermione asked.

"They got Seamus and Ron," Dean said.

"So do we fight it?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah, obviously but I think this is safe enough. I think Harry is patient zero. He wouldn't hurt anyone," Dean said.

"If he is the one who started it then I would say that it is safe," Hermione said. "Not that I feel like getting caught."

"We need to move," Neville said.

They took off running just as a group of zombies came trudging around a corner. They passed several stairs and found their way to a group of Ravenclaw students.

"They aren't dangerous." The speaker was a blonde girl with protruding eyes. She had radish earrings and looked around with a dreamy gaze.

"Shut up Loony or we'll throw you out there," Cho said.

"That's not very nice," Hermione said.

"No one gives a damn what you think bookworm," Cho said. She sounded terrified.

"Do you want to come with us, Luna," Neville asked the blonde girl.

"I can come with you," Luna said. "You don't seem scared of the Lurks."

"No, they aren't actually dangerous," Hermione said. "I still don't feel like getting caught, but it isn't dangerous."

"That's alright," Luna said. She followed them as they took off running again.

They dodged a group of zombies just outside the great hall. Hermione saw Cedric in that group. She was surprised at how fast the infection had spread. Neville knocked on the door and it opened just a crack.

"Come in quickly," Fred said as he pulled Neville in.

"Please tell me you have something to do with this," Hermione said.

Fred shook his head. "Us no," he said. "Harry might have started all of this. Isn't it cool? He sent George and me down here before he started. He didn't really explain much to be honest, just that it was perfectly safe." He looked around. "The Professors seem to be aware of what is going on. I'm guessing Harry actually talked this one over with them before he did it."

"That sounds like something he would do before turning students into somewhat dangerous magical creatures," Hermione said.

"Harry is leading the Lurks," Luna said dreamily.

"I have no idea what a Lurk is, but I guess you are right," George said.

"This is going to be fun," Luna stated.

"You sure?" Dean asked.

Luna nodded.

Out in the school, the zombies were shambling down the corridors. Slowly, they headed down towards the Great Hall. The evening was quiet and student after student was found hiding in the classrooms and other unused rooms. The hoard reached the doors.

Banging.

Moaning.

"They are getting in!" George shouted.

The students in the hall pulled back to the teachers' table.

The Zombies broke in and music started playing.

"Oh, it's Thriller," Dean said. "This is going to be awesome."

Dean was right. The Zombies moved into the Great Hall and then they started dancing.

"'Cause this is thriller, thriller night. There ain't no second chance against the thing with forty eyes, girl. Thriller, thriller night. You're fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller tonight!"

As they danced, the spells that had made the students zombies slowly degraded.

As the song stopped, the students cheered and clapped and laughed. "That was awesome!" someone called out.

Everyone split up to sit down at their tables. Hermione and Dean found Harry. "That was just amazing," Dean said. "You went with Thriller. That was so cool."

"You should give Justin credit for that," Harry said. "I didn't know what it was. He led the dancing."

"Yeah? I didn't know Justin listens to Micheal Jackson," Deans said.

"That is how we could even play the song," Harry said.

"So were you patient zero?" Hermione asked.

"I was one of them," Harry said. "Cedric was one, Padma was one and Blaize."

"One for each house," Hermione said.

"Yeah, Blaize took over Slytherin so fast," Harry said. "They didn't stand a chance. I'm so glad I asked the elves to make sure we couldn't be hurt."

"That is thought-through of you," Hermione said. "And you told the professors?"

"I talked to the heads," Harry said. "They took it upon themselves to tell the other teachers."

Hermione nodded. She filled her plate with food and looked around. People were talking animatedly with each other. It seemed like everyone had found the zombie outbreak funny and she was glad a good prank had gone off after the messes that had happened earlier that month.

4th of November, 1995.

It was finally time for the first Quidditch game of the year. Gryffindor versus Slytherin. Harry met the rest of the team down in the common room that morning. Both teams were there. He walked up to Chace and placed a hand on the boy's back. "It will be alright," he said. "We're all a bit rusty, the Slytherins included."

Chase swallowed thickly and Harry smiled. This would be Chace's first game. "Okay, everyone," he said calmly. "Close your eyes and breathe in slowly… one… two breath out… one… two feel the nerves roll off you." He kept them breathing until everyone had calmed down. "There we go, hold that feeling and let's go," he said.

A smirk spread over Harry's lips as they reached the Great Hall. He handed his broom to George and then he ran forward as they entered the Hall. Rashall had taught him a lot of things, but cartwheeling was something he'd learned on his own. It didn't have a practical use so Rashall would never have done it. Now though, he ran to the Gryffindor table and somersaulted up on the table before cartwheeling several times. "Come on Gryffindor," he called. The response he got was ear-deafening. Everyone cheered. He moved off the table and sat down. The rest of the team joined him on his side of the table while the second team sat down opposite them.

"Show off," Fred muttered as he sat down next to him.

Harry laughed. "This is supposed to be fun for everyone," he said. "We can give them a little show. I didn't even upset the food." He looked at the team. "You better eat properly." He narrowed his eyes. "That means all of you," he said.

"Yes Captain!" they called in unison.

From the staff table kind, blue eyes looked down at the Gryffindor table. It was nice to see them being so happy. Albus looked over at the other side of the Hall. It was a shame that the Slytherins weren't doing the same. He wished that the fighting between the houses would stop. It was a lot to wish for though. He hadn't been able to do it himself as a student. Though Harry seemed to be making some progress lately.

The Gryffindor Quidditch teams stood from their table and headed out of the Hall in unison. Harry gauged the wind and weather as they walked over to the changing rooms. The secondary team headed up to the stands while everyone else switched into their red and gold Quidditch robes before Harry walked up in front of the others. "Well," he said. "Anyone who has sat through one of Oliver Wood's pep talks knows what he would say. I'm not Oliver so I won't even try to sound like him. I believe in this team. I believe that we can win. Fred. George. The beaters are useless, trounce them. They are no better than the previous ones, probably worse. Ladies," he turned to Angelina, Alicia and Katie, "we all know you are better than the Slytherin Chasers. You can fly laps around those guys." Then he turned to Chace. "You're good, kid, don't think any different. Just catch every ball you can. We will do the rest," he said. "Come on team. Can we win this?" he asked them.

"Yes, we can!" they answered.

Harry listened as hundreds of feet moved over the grounds outside and up to the stands. "Our turn," he said. He walked out in front of the rest of the team. The Slytherin Captain Montague was big and burly. Harry walked up to him and stopped, his team close behind him. He winked at Draco as the blond met his eyes.

"Captains shake hands," Madam Hooch the referee ordered.

Harry reached his hand out to the brown-haired boy. Montague took his hand and started squeezing as they shook hands. It continued until Harry decided that he'd had enough. He didn't have to do much to add just a tad too much heat into his palm. Montague pulled away from him and Harry backed off a few steps.

"Mount your brooms," Madam Hooch called.

Harry sat up on his Firebolt.

The whistle sounded and the balls took to the air.

Harry was high above everyone else in seconds. Up there he closed his eyes for a split second as he did his best to ignore everything else. His eyes moved over the pitch searching for a small golden ball. He could use his clairvoyance spell but that would take the fun out of the game. He enjoyed Quidditch. He could see Draco moving around. A smirk played over his lips and then he dived. He could hear the excitement from the stands as people thought he'd seen the snitch already. He hadn't though. He was just taking Draco on a bit of a ride. Draco was following him as closely as he could. Harry took back up and then he acted as if he'd lost track of the snitch. He started circling slowly.

Angelina struck a goal and then Alicia. Chace caught the quaffle several times.

About twenty minutes, and six goals, for Gryffindor, into the game, Harry saw the snitch. He had flown down closer to the ground. He guessed he was about twenty feet or so up in the air.

"… and what is Potter doing he has dropped from his broom," Lee shouted into the magical mike.

Harry caught himself as he hit the ground. He stood up and held the snitch up in the air.

"And Potter has caught the snitch. In a completely unexpected move he leaves his broom in the air and catches the snitch on his way to the ground," Lee called out.

Harry was sure you could hear the cheers from the stands all the way to Hogsmeade. He made sure he was fine before he started moving. He pulled his wand out so he could summon his broom. He was surrounded by the Gryffindor team moments later. A bludger came heading towards them and Harry pointed his wand at it. The rouge ball disappeared.

"You were amazing Harry," Tanya called as she leapt at him. Harry caught her as he looked around for the one responsible for the bludger. It seemed like Madam Hooch had the situation under control though. "Oh, I'm thinking Chace deserves some props for this. Did he let a single ball in?" he asked as he turned to the rest of the team.

"Not a single one," Angelina said with a smirk.

"There is the hero of the day," Harry said. He lifted Tanya up onto his shoulders. "We need to get changed," he said before he started heading back to the changing room.

"Have to ensnare your second years to get some, Potter?" a snide voice asked.

Harry stopped and turned to Draco. "Get some, what?" he said. "Sense? I think I have that anyway, though you might need to ask your second years for some." He could tell that he'd struck a nerve.

"I can't fault you for picking her; she's cute I guess," Draco said.

Now Harry's eyes narrowed. He was pretty sure that Lord Malfoy would not approve of his son talking that way, especially not about a twelve-year-old. "If you ever touch one of my Gryffindors against their will, Malfoy," he said matter-of-factly. "I will personally make your life a living hell. You'll wish for Oblivion." He tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. "You should consider the implications of what you are saying. It might turn out bad for you." He left Draco to think his words over. When he entered the changing room, he let Tanya down. "You will tell me if any boy does something to you that you don't like," he said calmly. Concern was shining in his eyes. "I don't care what bullshit they might spew. You have to come and tell me."

Tanya nodded. "Okay," she said. She wasn't dumb she had understood what the mean blond had said. She sat down to wait for Harry as he walked over so he could go into the shower.

"What is wrong?" George asked. He could tell that Harry was tense. Harry told him what had happened and George's eyes narrowed. "We'll keep an eye on all the younger students," he said.

"I wish I could let his father know what he said," Harry said quietly so only George could hear. "Kato is on pretty good terms with Lord Malfoy. I doubt Draco's father would approve of him expressing any kind of interest in students that young." Draco had implied more and Harry certainly didn't like it. What pissed him off was that he had implied that Harry would hurt her.

George stepped away from the water spray. The water was boiling hot. He looked down at Harry. "Hey Captain," he said. "Harry calm down."

Harry moved away from the wall breathing deeply to calm himself down. He cleaned up and left the showers. He got dressed quickly and picked Tanya up before he headed up towards the school. He had become attached to the little girl he guessed. Especially if he got that upset from someone threatening her. He grabbed a piece of parchment. He was going to let Lord Malfoy know. Lucius knew Kato was related to Harry so he could use that.