The Order of the Basilisk

Hello people, this story is actually going to be roughly planned out, unlike my other story. I have yet to figure out where it's going but I will soon. This is a reminder of something that some people seem unable to grasp, this is not canon, and I will change things for the story.

There will be the odd sexual scene, but I will let you know at the start of the chapter. There will also be lots of innuendo and sexual references just so you anti-sexual anything people (not that there are likely to be many) don't bite my head off. (experience)

There will probably be lots of inspiration from other fics but I'll name them so you can check 'em out yourselves at the end of the chapter.

I sadly don't own any of Harry Potter or its characters.

Enjoy whatever this is.

By the way, there is a small vaguely sexual scene roughly in the middle, but nothing too bad (unless you're very religious.)

Harry was finding his summer to be more than a bit shit. Bearable, but still shit. It was so hot, like you could fry an egg on the pavement, that's how hot it was. And as the Dursleys were probably lounging around with ice cream and iced water in Devon, he was forced to do exhausting tasks in the sun. Especially arduous tasks after the 'Marge incident' last year. It was during one of these tasks, turning the flowerbeds to be exact, that he wished he had a house elf to help him.

"Wait a second. I do have a house elf for a friend!" he realised, remembering his overexcitable friend, "How did I not think of this before!" he grumbled to himself. The Dursleys were off in Devon with Marge until the end of the weekend and today was Wednesday, so he didn't worry about a frying pan to the head from his aunt. "Dobby!" he called out.

Crack.

"Great Master Harry Potter Sir called?" Dobby asked bouncing with enthusiasm.

"Erm, yes. I wanted to ask if you were all right with doing a bit of work for me. I can pay you and everything if you wa-" Harry didn't get to finish his sentence as he was busy being hugged around the knees by Dobby who was over the moon with this offer.

"Of course, Great Master Harry Potter Sir! Dobby be's happy to help. He needs no pay or nothings! He be's overjoyed by this offer! I is accepting this offer with my whole beings!" he happily cried out.

"O-okay then. Are you able to turn the flowerbeds?" With a snap of Dobby's fingers it was done, the earth turned and able to bear seeds if it rained. "Can you clean the inside of the oven in the kitchen?" Harry asked as he pointed to the kitchen. Another snap left Dobby looking up toward Harry waiting for his next task.

Half an hour later, the Dursley's house had never been so clean. The kitchen was blinding to walk into on account of the large windows reflecting sunlight off every surface. There wasn't a single particle of dust in the entire house.

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Apparently, Dobby had been helping Madam Pomfrey in the hospital wing for the last two- and a bit years. Most of the house elves did other things in Hogwarts than their official duties, often helping out in say, the hospital wing or library when there were no students present. Dobby, it seemed, had chosen to help in the hospital wing.

It was due to this that when he looked at Harry, he saw that he was malnourished, which was stunting his growth. He saw the scars Harry had and realised only then how bad things had been for Harry, which made him sob, realising that he was partially the reason for some of his master's suffering, and visibly anger at Harry's relatives, which was hard to do seeing as house elves were by nature kind and timid creatures. Thankfully, due to his working for Madam Pomfrey, he could brew up some potions which would be able to give him plenty of nutrients. However, they would have to go to a healer for some proper help.

And so, Harry found himself being apparated to St Mungo's, the wizard equivalent of a hospital, by Dobby who seemed to know exactly where they were going. They had come in the back entrance for staff and priority patients and were now making their way through endless corridors. Finally, they reached a door with the name Poppy Pomfrey. Dobby knocked and upon hearing the words "Come in!" being called, he entered with a somewhat reluctant Harry following him in.

"Ah hello, Dobby. Oh, and Mister Potter too." She sighed as they entered the rather sparse room. "Well? What have you done now? We're not even halfway into the holidays you know." She directed this at Harry, who virtually had his own reserved bed in the hospital wing at Hogwarts.

"Madam Poppy ma'am, Dobby has found that Great Master Harry Potter be's so underfed so he's beings too small and his bones be beings too weak!" Dobby rattled off at extremely high speed.

"So, you brought him here?" the part-time healer asked.

"Dobby's not being good enough to undo the harm. He's being able to make potions to help from nows on but he's not beings good enough to help with past painings and hurtings!" Dobby half-wailed at Madam Pomfrey.

"Well, fortunately for you I can." Madam Pomfrey sighed, knowing full well that, as this was Harry Potter, things were almost certainly going to go pear-shaped.

And sure enough, go pear-shaped they did. Harry was lying on a bed in a private room, so as not to disturb other patients, several examining and analysing spells had been cast on him. The chaos started as the results came in. The first couple were as expected, but stuff quickly spiralled out of the ordinary or even expected.

The first anomaly was his overwhelming magical reserves. He was quite possibly on par with several of the Hogwarts staff, if not with a higher reserve. He was almost certainly one of if not the most powerful thirteen-year-olds in the world.

The second result was the unusually unstable raw magic he possessed, and while many experienced accidental magic, that Harry had displayed it long after the start of his Hogwarts education was very rare and found in very few individuals.

Third, was the magical lock that had been placed on him allowing him to only use around thirty per cent of his magic. This was usually done by parents to limit the potency of accidental magic being used by their child.

But also, the astonishing revelation that his available reserves were almost always at around fifty or sixty per cent. It seemed like he was always using just under half of his available magic. In total this boy was using at max twenty per cent of his reserves, at the minimum ten per cent. And somehow the fool had cast a fully corporeal patronus.

Fourth, was the tracking, mild mental blockers, mild magic blockers, recording and monitoring spells. There was a lot, and that was saying something. Madam Pomfrey had treated heirs of noble families who were often monitored but this amount dwarfed them. It was interesting that she had never found them before, perhaps something had changed. Maybe his magic had discovered the spells and revealed them, or maybe the spells' power had faded a bit resulting in their sudden appearance, who knew?

Finally, came something that physically shouldn't be possible, and yet there it was right in front of her. Harry's body somehow had multiple magical signatures.

This was impossible. A person could only have one magical signature, and yet here were several. This could be explained by the presence of spells, but three signatures of this strength had never been recorded before and by all accounts should be impossible. Each person's magical signature was linked to their soul and therefore spells. Having three would have to mean that either he had three souls, or two people had cast lots of spells on this boy or somehow a mix of the two.

"No. That can't be right." The healer muttered as she recast the spell. "That's impossible." She murmured, getting the same response back again. "Dobby, go and get Healer Harris."

"Yes, ma'am Dobby is going," said before disappearing with a 'crack'. After that, Madam Pomfrey cast a Patronus and sent it off after whispering briefly to it. Harry was watching all of this with mounting apprehension, sensing that something very weird was happening.

Madam Pomfrey, meanwhile, had rushed over to a blank painting on the wall and prodded it. Immediately after the prod, a kind-looking woman stuck her head into the picture from the frame and rather grumpily asked what the hell was her painting being prodded for.

"I need you to tell the headmaster to come to my office in St Mungo's. It's about Potter." She added in a whisper. And so, the head disappeared with an indignant huff about being used like a common messenger.

Moments later there was a knock at the door and a middle-aged man came into the room. He briefly stared as he saw Harry but seemed to pull himself together quickly after a not-so-subtle cough from Madam Pomfrey.

"Ah yes. Sorry." He said slightly awkwardly, "What do you need Poppy?" he continued, addressing Hogwarts' matron.

"Come here and run a magical signature search." After seeing his questioning look, she added, "Look just do it. You'll see why pretty clearly."

He did as instructed and ran the spell. At first, he looked confused, then he ran it again and looked even more confused, and then his eyes widened in the shock of realisation of what this must mean.

"I- he- but- how? Fucking hell." Was what came spilling out of his mouth as he tried to wrap his head around what he had just found out, much to Poppy's annoyance.

"Oh, for heaven's sake Harris, pull yourself together!" she berated the man "You're supposed to be our expert on magical abnormalities.

"I, ah, yes. Sorry."

"Exactly. Now, I need you here to try and figure out what could be causing this boy here to have three different magicks in him. I've called a friend who owes me a favour and works as an independent curse-breaker. And Dumbledore's coming too; if anyone might be able to provide some answers it'll be him."

"Alrighty then. What are we dealing with?"

The answer turned out to be a hell of a lot. Thankfully, it was much quicker when the curse-breaker arrived. She was young and looked as if she was a recent graduate. She introduced herself as Amelea Flanth from Ilvermorny in the US despite being British. She was nice, cheerful and a bit of a wisecrack, but she was also very skilled, and Harry was mesmerised by her graceful movements as she dismantled the enchantments and spells placed on him.

And slowly Harry could feel like he was changing, every few minutes a sense would be slightly enhanced. Sounds became clearer and louder as if he had had earplugs in his whole life. His vision sharpened, his glasses now skewing his vision. He could smell the room better as if there had been a filter over him. He could also somehow feel his mind clear slightly like he could push aside some distractions.

And then there was a flick of her wand, and he felt a massive rush of power. The difference between what he felt now and what he felt before was like a forest fire and a candle. It felt like he could move mountains with a flick of his wand. Like he could destroy armies with one incantation. Like he could remove cities from existence with merely a thought.

That was the moment that Dumbledore flamed into the room with a flash of fire. Making the two healers jump and Harry flinch. Interestingly though, Amelea didn't even acknowledge his arrival as she continued to dismantle some spell.

"Headmaster," Madam Pomfrey said, "Care to explain why this child here has about a hundred different spells on him? Many of them restricting his growth and strength?" She seethed.

"One-hundred-eighty." Everyone turned to the curse breaker in surprise. "One-hundred-eight spells, including the spells hiding everything and keeping them strong. About a three dozen spells which hinder, track and record this boy, two concealment and recharging spells per enchantment, bringing the total up to just short of one-hundred-ten." She said, not even looking up from her work.

This news stunned everybody in the room. Even Dumbledore seemed to be surprised, but that was swiftly overcome by curiosity.

"Really? I thought… hmm, maybe that. Yes I suspect that might be it." He contemplated to himself.

"What? What's making all this sense?" came the rather sharp reply from Harry after a moment of silence.

"He's realised why there were more spells on you than the ones he knew about and how his spells were revealed." Once again, all eyes turned to Amelea who was still dismantling spells and looked to be ignoring the rest of the room.

"What? It's obvious, who else would want to know where Harry was at all times and control his magic to stop bouts of accidental magic? His parents were unlikely to do all that while they were in hiding, and our resident dark lord was unlikely to have given two shits about his wellbeing. Harry here grew up with muggles and they physically can't cast magic, so we're left with the venerable headmaster who, despite his outward appearance, is actually a rather manipulative and ruthless man." She explained finally turning around to face said man. Dumbledore was growing more and more uncomfortable as this girl explained things that no one but he knew about as if she were discussing the weather.

"Who exactly are you then miss…?" he started.

"Flanth, Amelea Flanth. I believe you know my parents though, they offered to ward Potter mansion and cottage, but you declined them." She stated, her eyes growing cold near the end.

At this, Dumbledore, the very definition of calm and rational, blanched, realising who she was talking about. He briefly looked like a schoolboy who had been caught cheating in an exam.

"Ah, that would explain your skill as a curse-breaker then, and why you seem to know so much."

"And how I know that you cast several of these spells and enchantments." That did it. Dumbledore's usually calm demeanour completely shattered, his eyes showing their remorse, guilt and anger and his body language sagged. The man conjured a rather comfortable-looking armchair and flopped down on it as if he hadn't sat down in weeks.

This man, the most powerful wizard in the world, had broken down because of a few words uttered by a girl who was barely a sixth of his age, because of one boy, who he'd wronged whether intentionally or not. It was an enlightening and harrowing sight.

"I'm…I'm so sorry Harry. I-I discovered when you were six what it was like, a-and I-. I put those spells on you to make sure it never happened again and then I threatened your aunt and uncle, they-they promised to treat you like a son and I somehow never found out anything had changed. If I did, I would have immediately removed you from those, those, people. Something went wrong with the spells, otherwise, you would have had a childhood to enjoy, not hate. I promise you will never return to them after this summer."

Dumbledore was a different man, a man who had realised how bad this boy had had his life. A man who resolved to do better by the boy and others.

Maybe it was time those who had slaughtered hundreds and directly caused this series of events faced some justice. The time for repentance was over, it was time to show why he was the man Britain looked to for answers.

"And, from now on, I will personally ensure that Death Eaters will not be allowed to walk. It is time they faced some punishment." There was a fire of determination in the old man's eyes as he made the proclamation. As he saw the faces of those fallen in the wars flash before his eyes. Benjy, Caradoc, Dorcas, the four Prewett brothers, the Wingers, the McKinnons, the Bones', the Potters, and the Longbottoms. All of them were dead or as good as because of the followers of Tom Riddle.

Harry smiled gently, glad to see the venerable old man had realised the error of his softness on those bastards. But when Dumbledore found out about the magical signatures, he suddenly seemed very intrigued. Three different magical signatures. Harry's own, Voldemort's, and Lily Potter's respectively.

Harry's should have been there so there was nothing of interest there, Voldemort's was possibly a result of the Killing curse back in '81 but no one knew what the side-effects of the killing curse were, and Lily Potter's was a mystery. Needless to say, there was going to be some explaining to be had just not at the moment, Dumbledore said he would drop by sometime soon, once he had some more answers.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I have about another forty spells to remove," Amelea said turning back to Harry with a wink and grin, who blushed and grinned lopsidedly.

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Another few hours later, they were both eating a small mountain of ice cream from Fortescue's and enjoying the summer day. Harry was positively bouncing with energy seeing as all of the enchantments on him had been removed, barring those which protected him. Hell, she had even removed the trace from him somehow, not that anyone was going to be finding out about it. Amelea was flopped on the chair, exhausted by removing said enchantments but nevertheless enjoying the ice cream. Fortescue really knew how to make the perfect ice cream.

"So how come you can remove the trace? I thought that was illegal?" Harry asked, the question had been bugging him ever since she had whispered that the trace was no longer going to be a problem.

"It is." She said evasively, "But my parents are rather… knowledgeable. Shall we say?" she continued grinning at the annoyed look on Harry's face at the lack of an answer.

"I wouldn't know, would I? You haven't told me their names." He replied also grinning.

"They're very private people." She non-answered

"So am I and yet you know my parents' names." He pointed out.

"They're famous."

"Yours might be too. For all I know they could be the Queen and Minister Fudge" he said stating the last name distastefully despite both of them bursting into laughter immediately afterwards at the unpleasant image that gave them both.

"Yeah, my parents are famous in certain circles. But you've probably not heard of them being so young and ignorant if the rumours I've heard are true." She returned with a smirk.

"Well, we won't know for sure unless you tell me will we miss Flanth?" he said already filtering through all the famous people he knew of, despite most of them being from chocolate frog cards.

"No, you won't. But I could give you something to let you think longer," she said dropping the hint and waggling her eyebrows and grinning manically. Something to think longer? Interesting. Think longer, more time, live longer, im-

Realisation dawned on Harry's face at that. That couldn't be possible. But it could make sense. They were very secretive people, and it was very possible that with their help they could train someone so young to be a curse-breaker.

"Aha. You got it then." She smiled seeing his reaction, "Not bad, could be faster though."

"You're really their kid? Fucking hell. Must be cool."

"Yeah. Despite their age." She smiled as if remembering fond memories.

"How old are you even? I know it's supposed to be rude to ask a woman's age. But here, that must be a huuge age difference."

"Nah, it's all good. And to answer your question, I'm definitely young enough for you." she added with a grin and eyebrow waggle worthy of Sirius. Thankfully for Harry, the one upside of being around Sirius all the time was that he was less easily flustered by such comments and was more than willing to go beyond usual social boundaries until told to stop because then he would stop without a second thought.

"Really?" he asked playfully before continuing, "Can't resist this amazingness? Because if you really can't wait, I happen to know that it's rather easy to rent a room at the three broomsticks for a few hours." He replied, equally Sirius-like.

"A few hours you say? You sure you're that good?" she responded with faux-surprise and a smirk.

"Quidditch is rather good at building stamina. And who knows? Maybe you'll be surprised. I've been told I'm supposed to be rather the catch." He continued.

"Yeah? Maybe this time in a couple of years when you're legally screwable." She pointed out, "I'd rather not be arrested while doing it with a minor. Wouldn't be the ideal return to the public spotlight." She continued ending any immediate hopes.

"Oh, so is there a plan to return to the open with all us mortals?" Harry pounced on the slip of the tongue, wanting to know any information he could.

"Maybe…" she said mysteriously. "Let's just say we aren't complete fools and command a fair bit of influence" she continued before her expression hardened. "Not that anyone can find out, understood?" Harry nodded, appreciating that everyone was entitled to have secrets.

After a while of chatting and just wandering around aimlessly, they parted ways. She had to prepare for an upcoming expedition, and he had nothing else to do so he headed home to get the list of topics from Flitwick before returning to the Diagon Alley branch of the ICW Archive which he had come to frequent over the past weeks. That was basically the equivalent of a muggle library but could access any publicly available document in the world.

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Harry came back to Privet Drive at close to midnight, he had stayed until the archive had closed and he had to leave but muggle transport had taken a while to get back to Surrey. But after a good sleep and waking up at about ten in the morning, he was good to go for the day and decided to finish any task he had been given or any possible task he would be given. Well, only in the loosest sense of the word, he would of course get Dobby to do them.

And now, as Dobby had done every task he was supposed to have done, Harry was snooping around Dudley's stuff and had found some interesting stuff. There were, interestingly, a couple of letters, which in itself was interesting as he'd never have put Dudley down as a writer. In fact, English was his worst subject at school, as far as Harry remembered, aside from maths. But no, what was really interesting was that they were from a girl.

Dudley, it seemed from reading some of the letters, had a girlfriend called Emma, according to the name at the bottom of the letter, who he had almost certainly not told his parents about. The letters seemed, oddly, as if they had been written by someone nice, in other words, not what he had expected from the local bully. She appeared to be rather like him, which really weirded him out.

While Harry was renowned for being ignorant of important topics, he had started to educate himself in the last weeks. This was due mostly to a letter he'd been given by Professor Flitwick near the end of last term. The letter had been from Gringotts and had to be hand-delivered as for some weird reason owls from Gringotts couldn't find him and would always return to the bank with the letter.

The letter had requested, well more ordered him to go to the bank at the next available opportunity as there was something requiring his immediate attention. His charms professor had handed it over as he was part goblin, but had also volunteered to do it to pass along the following advice:

"Before doing what's in the letter, I'd get up to date on the things on this extra sheet here" he'd said giving Harry the letter and an extra piece of parchment with a list of events and topics on it such as Goblin-Wizard relations, standard banking rates, and Ministry/Wizengamot policies and Muggle British politics, among other things.

And that is what Harry had done. In the process, he'd discovered he was probably a liberal in the Muggle world and probably a part of the so-called 'light greys' in the Wizengamot. While he would often side with the likes of the Weasleys, he was no hard-line Dumbledore supporter the man was single-handedly responsible for his upbringing and partly responsible for the lack of Sirius' trial, amongst other things he'd found out through old newspapers and books.

So, here he was in his cousin's room, reading letters from his cousin's girlfriend and realizing that his cousin might be changing. His parents, Vernon and Petunia, were hard Conservative party voters, who had had a fit when Thatcher was forced to resign. And their son was dating a girl who was the polar opposite, a lefty who was for the unions and against privatization, heck she seemed to almost be a communist. This gave Harry pause to think, Dudley had actually been spending more time in his room than usual and he'd seemed slightly more reluctant to go and meet his old mates like Piers and so on.

He moved on, to some photos amongst the letters. The first photo was of Dudley and her together in London, obviously they'd met up at some point in the past three weeks between the end of June and the middle of July. She was actually quite hot Harry thought as he looked at them together.

The next picture was of the pair of them with a group of people who Harry assumed were their friends. They looked a nice bunch he thought, his gaze sliding over their grinning faces, there were four boys and five girls in the group, and there were at least two more couples in the group. Harry suddenly felt rather lonely, he only really had two great friends and they were Ron and Hermione.

And they hadn't written him all that much this summer. While he got on with others like Neville and his quidditch team or now Amelea, Ron and Hermione were the only ones who he really hung out with. That was something he was going to address this school year, he decided.

The next photo was not something Harry was expecting, it was a solo picture of Dudley's girlfriend but this time the camera was obscuring her face. However, that was the only part of her that was obscured. She didn't have a single stitch of clothing on her body. Harry physically couldn't tear his eyes away from her slight but entrancing and very naked figure. Following her raised arms with the camera, he reached her obscured face and saw only her longish smooth brown hair, which led him to her shoulders and then he came to her breasts. And while he knew he shouldn't, he looked closer, observing their curve and how they seemed to stand away from her body with gravity having little effect on them. Then he came to her nipples, they were rosy pink and clearly contrasting with her very pale white skin. Harry could feel the tightness in his trousers build and adjusted them to allow for more comfort. He then continued down past her stomach and to her hips, which widened out to her thighs. Between which lay, below a small strip of short hair, her privates. As she was standing, Harry couldn't really see anything but a slight protrusion, which he assumed was her clitoris if he remembered that awkward day of sex education at the end of third year correctly. Man, that day was painful.

It was at this point that he remembered that this was Dudley's girlfriend and Dudley had almost certainly jerked off to this picture. That insta-killed his raging boner for the time being at least. He quickly memorised the picture and flicked through the rest of the pictures. Upon finding no more truly interesting pictures, nude or otherwise, he put the pictures back in their correct order.

He then continued to look through Dudley's things and when he found the adult comics, he swiped one that was at the very bottom of the stack hoping his cousin wouldn't notice. After all, he was a teenager and there are some things no teen hasn't done.

He moved on, finding little more than a small box of condoms buried at the bottom and in the corner of the box, at which point he felt a little nauseous and decided to maybe stop probing around his cousin's room.

So, he decided that he would have a look around his aunt and uncle's room. In it, he found rather little until he raised a loose floorboard he spotted and found something that shocked him. First was a massive wad of cash, easily a couple thousand Quid (Pounds Sterling for you Americans). Second, was a set of sheets of paper. They looked like they were something financial and from his uncle's work, weird.

Third was both that shotgun from three years ago, apparently it had been mended, and a handgun. Harry noted that a small strip of metal near the bottom of the grip had been filed off. It seemed his uncle was hiding some things. Then, even more porn. What was wrong with his 'relatives'?

Harry then placed everything back, exactly where it was, and looked around noticing yet another loose floorboard. Fucking hell, they should stop ripping up their floors, there was a reason people dug holes you know, or bought safes.

This one though was more interesting, there were several packs of rubber medical gloves, and a scale like for baking. And then came a much more familiar sight, a knife. Britain was rather well known for its knife-crime seeing as knives were easy to carry, lethal and could be bought in any kitchenware shop. And then there was a list of names, places, phone numbers and addresses. But finally at the bottom was a tightly wrapped package of something white, he couldn't tell what it was. He once again put everything back in its place and left.

Back in his room, he flopped down onto his bed at an angle that left his lower right leg hanging off the edge and his head on the pillow. As he let his gaze wander over the ceiling, he decided to put on some music. Music which he had borrowed from his cousin's room as soon as possible. He had always liked music, and during the holidays and weekends, he would steal Dudley's CD player whenever he could and listen to it for hours. He would listen to almost anything, but he really liked rock bands like Nirvana, Green Day, and The Offspring even if he wasn't sure why. This time the first CD on the pile was the album 'Nevermind' by Nirvana. It was one of his favourites. As he started to think through what his discoveries could possibly mean.

It was in this state that he could be found several hours later, listening to rock and punk songs while gazing at the ceiling and wishing he was elsewhere. Wishing he was somewhere where he could be himself, with family or friends.

'Or with a girlfriend'

That was the next random thought in his head, reminding him of his discovery with a rather telling reaction. Harry decided that he might as well get it over with at this point, so he made his way to the bathroom for a bit of release.

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The next day dawned bright and early, the wispy clouds vibrant shades of pink and orange. The sight was one of the things good about always waking up early, a habit forced upon him by his bastards of a family. It was then that he noticed a speck on the horizon. As it drew closer, he realised, with help from his newly enhanced eyesight, that it was a bird. Thirty seconds later, he realised it was an owl and that it appeared to be looking straight in his direction. He hastily threw the window open and grabbed an owl treat from the bag he kept next to the window.

When the owl landed a minute or so later, he unfurled the letter from around its leg and gave it a treat and stroke before letting it take a break on Hedwig's perch while it recovered. As he unfurled the letter, he wondered who it was from, after all, Ron had sent him a letter yesterday and Hedwig was off delivering the reply at that moment. hermione used the muggle post as she didn't have an owl.

The handwriting on the letter seemed familiar to Harry but he wasn't sure how he knew it. And then as he looked at the name at the bottom, he smiled, Katie Bell. She was the youngest Gryffindor chaser and only a year older than Harry. She was also really nice and was often willing to help him when he didn't understand stuff. Her letter read:

Hey Harry,

I hope you get this, my owl is a bit unpredictable so it might end up next door so sorry in advance. How are you? My summer hasn't been too bad but I'm kinda missing Quidditch and you and the team of course ;). You said you live in a muggle neighbourhood, right? I was wondering if you were willing to meet up sometime. (Please say yes my siblings are driving me crazy). Also, I wanted to talk to you about something at the end of last school year but I didn't get a chance, so this would be a good time. Anyway, I'll be awaiting your response (please be quick).

Katie,

P.S. This was at least the third try to get to you my owl might not show up again if you don't put your exact address on a piece of paper for me to drill into his thick skull.

Harry read the letter, then reread it. He was definitely willing to go meet Katie. And boy was he looking forward to it. He quickly penned a response.

Hey Katie,

I'm glad I got your message (no matter how many tries). I'm good, great actually. I managed to get some stuff done over the last three weeks and I can't wait to tell you about it. I'll meet you wherever, whenever, I'm free most of the holidays. Can't wait for your response.

Harry,

P.S. I live (for now) at Nr.4 Privet Drive, Surrey, England.

And he strapped the letter onto the owl's leg before carrying it over to the window and saying clearly,

"Katie Bell, you know her. Off you go!" it took a bit of arm-shaking before the owl finally dislodged, but then it flew off into the ever-lightening sky.

Not even an hour later, Katie's owl was knocking on Harry's window. Harry quickly paused his music and dashed over to the window and let him in before passing him a treat, much to Hedwig's chagrin so he threw her a treat as well. The upsides of bribery were as immense as they were convenient.

Hi Harry,
Great I can't wait, I was honestly surprised with how close you live to me. I live in Windsor; you might know it on account of the Queen living here. I can be at your doorstep in like forty-five minutes, or you could be here, it depends. Could you be here soon (today if possible)? I really need to get away from my brothers and sisters, please Harry come quickly. I'll be on a bench near the castle, you can't miss the castle and the road from the station naturally takes you past the benches.
Katie.
Harry was briefly surprised, but quickly made the decision. He was going, man, he was gonna get an earful if he didn't. But also why not, he had nothing better to do, well that wasn't technically true but he kind of wanted to go anyway. So, Harry scribbled another note saying he was on his way and would be there in forty-five minutes.
True to form, Harry's train pulled into Windsor and Eton Riverside Station after about an hour due to a delay leaving Weybridge, which was where he got on. Trust the trains to always be unhelpfully late.

And so, as Harry found himself walking up the hill towards the residence of the Queen of England, he thought back on that weird shit he'd found in his aunt and uncle's room. He wasn't dumb, he knew that it was not only weird but probably also very illegal. He was, however, shaken from his thoughts by a hand coming down on his shoulder. As he turned around, said hand pulled him into a potentially rib-crushing hug from Katie.
"Harry!" she squealed in his ear.

Authors note:
One of the works mentioned at the start is this, it's great go check it out:
Harry Potter and The Revival of The :PrinceAsmo

Also any of the works I've liked on my profile if you're really interested as to what a teenager reads in terms of Harry Potter fanfiction.