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Pointless Forever


Chapter 1 Back to Hogwarts



Harry rolled over on the grass. The hot summer wind whipped his face as he stared up into the slightly cloud speckled sky. It really was a beautiful sight, and his whole being was filled with peace.

"You stare into that sun to long and you'll go blind." Harry heard a hearty laugh from behind his shoulder, and hurried to his feet with a huge smile on his face.

"Sirius you came...I was so worried when they said that you'd gone." This response was answered in more laughter, and Harry sat up straight to take a good look at his godfather. His hair was well past his shoulders by now...dark raven and shiny. Harry had never seen it look that good, that wasn't the only thing though. His features had filled out, and he had built a good deal of muscle. In truth he looked exactly as he had in the wedding picture that Harry held so dear. No longer were his eyes hollow, but they were full of the mirth that had escaped him when he was sent to Azkaban.

"Who would possibly say that kiddo? I bet it was that greasy haired potion professor of yours wasn't it? That git always was a liar." Harry couldn't help it, he burst into laughter at Snape's expense, and his godfather joined in on the joke. Harry picked himself up to his feet, dusting the grass off his knees. "So kiddo what do you want for dinner...I'm cooking." Harry smiled at this. It really seemed that he was all grins.

"Oh I don't know Sirius...I thought I would leave my death in the hands of the dark lord." His godfather put on a face of mock defense before smiling, and tousling Harry's already messed up black main.

"Well if you're as good at your studies as you are with that mouth of yours I expect O.W.L.S in every subject." Harry mock frowned before sticking his tongue out and running towards the house...his house. No, his and Sirius's house. It was secluded in the country, and was actually quite nice. It wasn't all that big, seeing that it was only the two of them, but it was home.

No sooner had he shut the kitchen door then it was burst open by a very red faced Sirius puffing on the other end. Harry had to work to stifle a laugh. "Now now Padfoot you really do need your exercise...I mean look at you." Sirius narrowed his eyes, but Harry just grinned in defiance. At seeing the grinning boy Sirius broke into a grin of his own.

"Cute Harry, but you never did tell me what you wanted for breakfast, so what will it be bacon and eggs, French toast, cereal?" Harry smiled as he thought about what he wanted above all else at the moment.

"Waffles! Yummy Waffles with strawberries and whipped cream!" Harry was practically drooling at the mental image. He had been craving waffles for the longest of time. Harry's heart felt like it would burst when his godfather broke out into a huge grin. This is what Harry had always wanted...a real family. Who cares if it was just Sirius and him, that was all the family said boy needed.

"Waffles it is champ...now why you're just sitting there having me serve you...try to do something useful and go let that owl in with the Daily Prophet." Harry nodded, and rose from his chair at the table to go get the paper from the brown barn owl. Harry grabbed a couple knuts from his money bag, and put them in the pouch on the owl's leg. He watched as it dropped the paper, hooted, and flew away rather quickly.

Harry felt himself yawn as he sat back in the kitchen chair, making sure to drop the newspaper in front of where his godfather would be sitting. Harry watched as Sirius poured batter into a waffle iron, and found himself lucky to have him. He couldn't even picture what his life would be like if he hadn't come out from the back of the curtain. He had told Lupin it could be done, that he had just fallen...no harm had come from it besides a bump on the back of the head.

His attention turned back to the present as a steaming plate of the most gorgeous waffles possible was plopped down in front of him. Harry smiled up at his godfather who was looking at the plate obviously waiting for Harry to try his creation. Harry took a fork full and slammed it into his mouth. It melted in his mouth leaving him craving more. He looked into his godfather's eyes which were alight with happiness at the joy Harry was getting from his breakfast.

"Sirius I'm so glad you didn't die...I would be lost without you." Harry forked another mouthful of waffles into his mouth with a smile on his face.

"Who says I didn't?" Harry's smile faded. He looked over at Sirius who no longer held any mirth in his eyes, his hair was no longer nice and sleek, but matted all over his head...he was skin and bones, and practically transparent. At that moment Harry spat all the food out of his mouth...it was utterly disgusting. He looked down at his once friendly plate and saw a horrid sight. All of the food was rotten, and covered in maggots and dirt. Harry turned pleading eyes on his godfather.

"No, Sirius you're not dead...you can't be dead." His godfather let out a throaty laugh, and Harry would have said he had been kidding if it hadn't been for the strange sight of his godfather's flesh beginning to rot.

"Harry my boy you really should read the paper more often." Harry's eyes widened and he snatched up the Daily Prophet from the table to avoid having to look at his now decaying godfather. Harry's heart stopped at what he saw. Sirius's picture from Azkaban was staring back at him, and the headline was all the worst.

Sirius Black Found Dead

This reporter is happy to announce that the notorious serial killer Sirius Black has finally received his comeuppance. The Wizarding World is thankful to the death eater Bellatrix Lestrange for ridding the world of the vermin that is also known as Sirius Black. He was a nasty filthy bane to everyone's existence, and I'm relatively sure no one in the world will miss him. Except maybe of course his godson Harry Potter who also is quite annoying. This reader asks that the dark lord hurry up and rid us of him too...we could all go awhile without his whining. In more happy news I hear that the murderer's corpse was found rotting in a little cottage out in the country. So good bye Sirius...not that anyone will miss you.


Harry threw the paper down, suddenly feeling very sick to his stomach. How could the wizarding world write that? Did they really despise him so terribly? Harry's thoughts were interrupted by a smell that seemed to fill the air. He looked up at Sirius who looked worse than ever. He no longer even looked alive...his skin was rotted and falling off, his hair was gone in several place, and his eyes were now a chalky white. Harry felt tears coming to his eyes, and he covered his mouth trying not to cry out. "Oh gods Sirius...no don't leave me." Harry saw the corpse that was once Sirius smile at him with his rotted and falling out teeth.

"But Harry don't you get it everybody leaves you...everybody dies because of you...You're the one that killed me...it's always your fault." Harry sputtered, tears fully falling from his face now.

"No it wasn't my fault...I didn't mean it." Harry felt bile rising to his throat as the corpse Sirius croaked out a laugh. Harry began to back up when the corpse began to walk towards him. Harry wanted to scream at the thing, but found he didn't have the strength.

"You should have died Harry...not Cedric and not me....you should have died." Harry heard a horrible gurgling sound, and held up his hands as Sirius's corpse seemed to have exploded, showering him in the rotting blood. Harry found his voice at that moment, and let out a blood curdling scream.
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Harry shot up in his bed, his voice ringing out around the house. It had been like that the whole summer. Every night he would dream that he still had Sirius, and every night he would wake up screaming realizing that that was no longer the case, no matter how much he hoped. It was his fault his godfather was dead...he knew that now. You can only have so many nightmares where Sirius tells you just that before you begin to believe. Sirius was right he should have died, at least then no one else would get hurt.

"Boy what the bloody hell are you screaming about this time? For fucks sake that's the third time this week, and it's only bloody Wednesday!" Harry glared at his uncle through dark...luckily the purple faced toad couldn't see him.

"I'm sorry Uncle Vernon...another nightmare." Harry pulled on his glasses to see Vernon glaring at him, and knew he had a tongue lashing coming.

"Do you know how many of the neighbors could have heard you?" Harry numbly shakes his head, not really listening or caring about what his uncle was saying, after all it was the same thing every night. "If this happens one more time I'm taping your mouth shut, so at least we can't hear you, or any of the neighbors." Harry's eyes widened at his Uncle's threat. He was relatively sure that some of the order members would care to hear about this, but alas he didn't really have the desire to tell them about it.

"I'm verra sorry Uncle Vernon...I'll try to be quiet." Vernon snarled.

"Damn right you will...I better not have to come into this ruddy bedroom again...is that clear?" Harry nodded again, and was glad when his uncle stormed from the room, slamming the door on his way out.
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The next day found Harry lazily trimming the shrubs in the garden. Harry couldn't help but thinking that if Aunt Petunia saw him butchering her plants she would be most unhappy. This actually brought a half smile to his face. The smile faded when an owl landed in front of him. Well not really landed, more like dive bombed, and was now flying annoyingly around his head. "Pig what are you doing here...have you got a letter?" The owl hooted a yes before sticking its leg out quite excitedly to deliver the letter. Harry grabbed off the letter, and ripped open the parchment eager for what his friends had to say.

Harry,

We've all really missed you. A lot has been going on here, you'll be so excited when you hear...sorry about the whole can't put it in letters thing. But I just wanted to tell you Happy 16th Birthday...'Mione says it too. Well try to make the best out of your vacation, and don't think too much about Snuffles.

Ron & Hermione


Harry looked down to see that he was clenching the letter. How was that supposed to make him feel any better? And not think of Sirius...how could they even suggest it? He also couldn't understand why he wasn't with the Order right now...he had stayed his bloody time in this hell hole, and now wanted to help out. They promised they would let him, so where were they?

"So which one of your freaky little friends wrote to you this time loser?" Harry clenched the letter in his fist tighter as he looked up at his massive cousin. Harry would take on the great buffoon any day, but the winning part was another matter entirely. Harry was completely shocked when he came home for the summer the year before. Dudley had continued with his boxing and training so that all of his former fat was now bulging muscle. Harry was sure he was at least two times bigger this way.

"Fuck off Dudders I'm not in the mood." Harry watched as the little beady eyes under blond hair narrowed. Harry ignored it, and stood up dusting the dirt off of his oversized jeans.

"You will be in the mood when I break your jaw over the curb, and don't fucking call me Dudders you freak!" Harry just smiled at this, and an evil idea popped into the raven-haired boy's head, and he decided to run with it.

"All this talk about being in the mood, why Duddykins are you trying to seduce me?" The look on his cousin's face was worth it alone, but to add to it he sauntered over, and placed his skinny arms around his cousin's huge torso. Harry raised his eyebrows once or twice, and that was enough for Dudley. With a shocked look he backed up running away into the house. "Oh wait Dudders I thought we were going to have some fun!"

"YOU'RE A SICK FREAK! STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME...I'M TELLING MUM AND DAD!" As soon as Dudley was out of earshot Harry collapsed to the ground. He thought he was going to die of lack of oxygen he was laughing so hard. He still couldn't get the piggy contorted face out of his mind...he would have to tell Fred and George about this one...they always did hate his cousin.

Harry was brought out of his laughter by the feeling of being watched. Quickly sitting up, he looked around him. A sudden cold had spread through him, even though it was bright and sunny outside. For a second Harry thought he saw a shimmer of red, but then played it off as just his fears. After all there was no way Voldemort would come there, and as far as he knew that was the only freak with red eyes around. Settling on that it was either his nerves, or a member of the Order watching him, he went inside for dinner.

No sooner was he inside then he was gasping for breath when he was slammed up against the counter, his kidney digging into a sharp corner. Peeking one eye open he saw his uncle's face purplish-red and angrier then Harry had ever seen him. Harry opened his mouth to speak, but a hand around his throat silenced him.

"I always knew you were a sick twisted bastard of a child, but what you attempted to do to Dudley is beyond anything I even thought you were capable of!" Harry opened his mouth again to speak, but Petunia had stepped forward, and he felt a cool hard slap on his right cheek...apparently she was angry too.

"We took you in...we raised you as our own, and this is how you repay us...by trying to molest our son?" Harry was seriously running out of oxygen by this time, and with all his strength he shoved at his uncle, getting a few feet between them.

"Listen I wasn't really trying to do anything...it was a joke...just a joke." Thinking that would be enough he started to calm down and rubbed at his soar neck. He should have automatically assumed he was wrong. His face was once again slapped by Petunia.

"Now not only do you defile my son, but you lie to my face...you're nothing like Lily, I should have known you would have become a dirty liar like your father." That was enough for Harry. The whole house began to shake, and the lights began flickering on and off. Harry was so angry he couldn't even see straight.

"My Dad was not a liar, and neither am I! You want to hear the truth...there is no way I am staying for another second in a house with muggles like you!" Petunia shrieked when a vase shattered in the background, but Harry didn't notice. He couldn't care less if he had broken every magic by-law in the book...it didn't seem to matter anymore.

Harry stalked upstairs, and as quick as he could started piling everything he owned into his trunk. Picking up stacks of Dudley's cast offs he slammed the trunk shut, and grabbed at his broom...he had been serious when he said he wouldn't stay here anymore. Hauling his trunk out of his room he stopped at the top of the stairs to yell out some last minute insults, but froze at what he saw.

There standing in the doorway was none other than Mad-Eye Moody and Tonks. The broom dropped out of his hand with a clatter, as did his trunk...though he barely even noticed it clamoring down the stairs and spilling out everywhere.

"What are you guys doing here?" Harry shot looks from Mad-Eye who had his bowler hat on again covering his eye, to Tonks whose hair was now down to her waist and white blonde with one streak of blue...they didn't look happy.

"It's odd Harry, but I think it's us who should be asking you that question...so tell us Harry what exactly are you doing here?" Harry lowered his gaze, of course they would be mad...he was after all under no circumstances to ever leave his house, but all the anger hadn't left him yet.

"I didn't think it was a difficult answer Tonks...if you knew when I was going to bolt, you obviously saw what happened, and now if you'll excuse me, I'm getting out of this shit hole." Harry saw Mad-Eye's normal eye widen at this.

"You'll be doing nothing of the sort Potter...you will sit down, and then we will take care of this situation calmly." Harry wanted to say that Moody never did anything calmly, but knew he wasn't going to win this one. Slowly he slumped down the stairs, and stepping over his now scattered stuff, made his way to the living room and plopped down into one of the chairs.

"That little bastard tried to rape my son! I will not have him be in my house any longer...if he wants to leave, let him." Harry half smiled at Vernon. Who would have thought that all he had to do to leave the Dursley's was pretend to like Dudley.

"I think we will take him for the rest of the summer, but he will be back next summer, and don't be so daft Vernon, Potter wasn't trying anything with the boy...it's not his fault if your son isn't intelligent enough to realize that." Harry watched as Petunia's lips perced, and Vernon looked as if he were about to explode, but Harry was actually very happy. Moody had said he would take him with him to Grimmauld Place. He had to put a hand over his mouth to hide his grin...this was actually turning out to be a pretty good birthday.

"Go get your things Harry...it's best we leave right away." Harry smiled at Tonks, who gave him a slight grin back. The raven-haired boy didn't need to be told twice. He ran upstairs, grabbing his forgotten broom, and quickly pulled a cloak from his belongings doing well to remember how cold their last journey had been. As quickly as possible he stuffed all of the fallen things back into the trunk, and was ready to leave the Dursley's once again.
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Harry paled when he arrived at the entrance to Grimmauld Place...his godfather's place. He stood outside the barrier, and froze...he probably would never have moved if Tonks hadn't pushed him through and shut the door. It looked the same...the same as when Sirius had lived there, when he had been alive. Images of the dream he had been having all summer fluttered through his mind, and he closed his eyes to escape the sight. If he was having dreams so horribly when he was at the Dursley's, how would he ever survive now that he was back here?

"Harry! Oh Harry I'm so glad you're here." Harry's eyes popped open, and he knew exactly how he would survive. A blur of sandy and red hair were seen flying down the stairs to greet him. Hermione had the biggest smile he had ever seen in his life, and Ron's wasn't much better.

"So glad you're here mate! I've got loads to tell you...oh and Happy Birthday. Did you get our owl?" Harry's smile flickered, but he held it on for the sake of his friends.

"Yeah Ron I got it thanks...so have you guys been here all summer?" Hermione stepped forward and grabbed his hand, dragging him off down the hall.

"Oh Harry we can talk about all that later. Let's go upstairs kay." Harry grinned as the bushy haired girl no less than dragged him to the room. Harry couldn't help but notice the jealous look Ron was shooting him, and felt a little guilty for how hard Hermione was gripping his hand.

Harry plopped down on the musky bed, and stared up at his two friends. "So have the two of you been here all summer?" Hermione jumped to answer again, her school skills apparently hadn't gotten rusty.

"Ron came here at the beginning of the summer...I came a few weeks after." She beamed proudly, obviously extremely happy to have been able to answer the question so quickly. "So why exactly are you here Harry? Mrs. Weasley wouldn't tell us...said it was your private business." Harry's heart sank at that. Mrs. Weasley probably thought he was actually hitting on Dudley. Then he thought about it, and it was actually quite funny, so between giggles he managed to slip out.

"Oh I was hitting on my cousin." Hermione and Ron wore confused faces.

"You mean you were hitting him don't you mate?" Harry broke out into more giggles. He had to place a hand over his mouth just to stifle them.

"No Ron I mean hitting on him...you know wrapping my arms around his waist...whispering sweet nothings in his ear...that kind of thing." Harry broke out laughing again. Ron had a repulsed look on his face, and Hermione looked like she was about to die of shock. He was amazed how fun it could be to make people do this.

"You were what!" Harry held his hands up to his ear as Hermione shrieked at him, and the shrieking only became louder. The girl's outburst had woken up Sirius's mother and now Mrs. Weasley could be heard trying to quiet her down.

"Ah look what you did 'Mione you woke up the old bat." It was obviously the wrong thing to say, because it caused the girl to start shrieking again.

"Look what I did! Look what I did! You tell me you were hitting on your disgusting whale of a cousin, and then you tell me to be quiet! What happened to you? Did you get the imperious curse put on you or something?" Harry rolled his eyes at the girl, and then looked over at Ron who held the distinct impression of a fish out of water. A fly was actually buzzing around the red-head's hole of a mouth thinking about making a new home. Thinking that he had tortured him enough, Harry winked at him, and the mouth shut.

"You know Hermione I always picked you to be intelligent, but I guess I was wrong...you're about as thick as the Dursleys." The bushy haired girl looked like she was going to start screaming again, but then realization hit her, and she too closed her mouth. Before Harry knew what had happened he was pushed back in bed, his friend was on top of his chest beating him with her fists.

"Why you horrible little prat...I can't believe you would tell us that...you are by far the most inconsiderate person I have ever had to deal with." All three of them were laughing now, and in a sudden move Harry rolled Hermione underneath him, and the laughter stopped. Thinking of another prank, Harry leaned down and captured the girl's lips. His eyes widened when she started kissing back. He had never wanted, or expected for that matter, for her to respond. Pulling away quite suddenly he got off the bed.

"I'm going to go say hi to Mrs. Weasley, and try to convince her that I had no intention of ever touching my cousin in that way." Without another look at the pair in the room he rushed downstairs, ignoring the wailing that was coming from all the portraits.
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The remainder of the summer had gone without much incident. Harry had been shocked to find out that most of the 7th years from last term would be returning. Apparently they thought it would be in favor of the war, and that they needed more defense classes if they were going to survive it. Of all of the ones Harry expected to return Fred and George were not among them, but they had been first to sign their names to the list. Harry was very happy when he saw that the rest of the 7th year Quidditch team had signed up to stay another year, among others...Lee Jordan of course had chosen to stay with his two best mates, so Harry didn't really think this year would be all that much different from the previous. Except of course everybody wouldn't think he was insane, and there would be no Sirius.

It had taken a while to convince Mrs. Weasley that his intentions towards his cousin were entirely pure, at least in the sexual sense, and that it had all been a joke. She laughed along with the others, but Harry still had a feeling that she didn't quite believe his story.

The little that Ron and Hermione knew about what was going on in the Order they informed Harry of immediately, or rather a week or so after Hermione and him had played tonsil hockey...Ron was still giving him evil looks over that. They had told him that Voldemort had attacked two muggle villages, and that there were 17 casualties. Also two aurors had been killed by Death eaters, and last but not least there were whispers among the crowd of a new person who had come into Voldemort's ranks...apparently what Snape had told him...even though he never got to see him or got his name, all the Death eaters feared him just as much, and some more than Voldemort himself.

After hearing about this mysterious stranger Harry had been having dreams for weeks of red eyes and pale skin...although that was from his hands...except his eyes Harry could never see the person's face. Though even so, whenever he saw them, or thought about the person they could belong to, a shiver went up his spine.

Harry was awoken by something jumping on his stomach. Groaning he opened his eyes to see an blur of orange sitting on his chest. Grabbing his glasses from the side table the blur focused to show a smashed in face and bottlebrush tail. "Mmm Crookshanks what are you doing here so early...go bother 'Mione." Harry heard a scoff in the background, and looked to see Hermione standing there with her hands on her hips.

"I swear Harry James Potter you are by far the laziest person I have ever met...it's almost two in the afternoon, and everyone is waiting for you to wake your ass up so we can go to Diagon Alley." Harry's eyes widened...he had never heard the girl cuss before.

"Fuck Hermione, you kiss your mother with that mouth?" Hermione smiled.

"Yes actually all the time...sometimes with tongue...you know just like you and your cousin." Harry looked shocked for a minute, but then realization hit him.

"Wait 'Mione...was that?...no it couldn't be...you know what I think that was...that was a joke!" They both started laughing, and Harry watched as the girl flipped her bushy hair over her shoulder before turning on her heels and walking downstairs.

Sighing, Harry rolled out of bed. Grabbing a pair of jeans, he slipped them over his boxers and threw on a maroon hoody, before following the girl downstairs to join the others. Harry's eyes widened at the assortment of people waiting at the bottom of the stairs. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were there, as were the rest of the Weasleys, except of course Percy...from what Ron had let on that relationship was still pretty strained. Charlie had come home from Romania, and Bill just worked at Gringotts now, so he was pretty much there whenever. There was also Mad-Eye, Tonks, Kingsley, and of course Hermione.

"Oi Harry you're finally awake!" Harry's eyes shot to Fred.

"Yeah mate now we can go and show you our store!" Harry gave George a lopsided grin before making his way down the rest of the stairs. His voice felt constricted around all these people, so he just moved to stand by Ron.

"Oh Harry good you're awake...now we'll stop at Diagon Alley to get all of your supplies, and then we'll just stay at the Leaky Cauldron. We can send the six of you to school in the morning...the ministry let us borrow cars to get there in." Harry nodded at Mr. Weasley and scooted closer to Ron. Truthfully he didn't know why he felt so uncomfortable around him, around all of them, but he wished it would stop, and stop soon.
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After making a quick stop at Gringotts, Harry headed towards Flourish and Blots. He had to get all his new spell books, and strangely enough he didn't notice any sort of Defense Against the Dark Arts book on the list. Harry had a strange suspicion that Dumbledore finally couldn't find anyone to replace the last teacher, and he was sure that the old man wouldn't want another ministry official in the position again...everyone did still remember Umbridge after all. After he had paid for all of his books he made to leave when he felt an icy hand on his shoulder, and turned around to see who had touched him.

"Why Potter, I'm just so glad to see you...here I thought when I was sent to Azkaban we would be seeing so much less of each other." Harry's eyes widened then narrowed at the man who had been part of the ministry fiasco last year.

"Malfoy how did you escape?" He bit out. "For that matter what the hell are you doing here...if you hadn't noticed I'm pretty well guarded, and I'm sure there's a hell of a lot of aurors who would love to get their hands on you." Harry heard a snicker coming from behind the blond haired man, and the snicker turned out to be none other than Draco pain in the ass Malfoy himself.

"For fucks sake Potter don't you ever read the paper?" Harry got a sick sense of deja vue, but shook it off to listen to what the ferret had to say. "Father didn't escape...he was released." The blond got some sick triumphant look on his face at being able to be the one to tell him the news. "and cleared of all charges." Harry's mouth dropped open, and he made no effort to close it.

"You've got to be joking...cleared of all charges? On what ground...you were spotted by plenty of witnesses." Harry watched as both Malfoys smirked.

"You'd be surprised how many friends I have in ministry, and besides I was merely in the wrong place at the wrong time." Harry felt his face turn to fire, and without thinking he lunged at the older Malfoy.

"You fucking prick...I can't believe they let you out...it was partly your fault!" Harry felt arms tugging at his shoulders, as he was forcibly pulled off of Lucius.

"My my Mr. Potter that certainly is quite the temper...your godfather had one too, and well you see how that turned out." Harry struggled against the arms that were now wrapped around his waist pulling him back.

"You just wait Malfoy...I'll make sure you get what's coming to you, and I don't mean Azkaban." Harry heard Draco scoff, and turned to glare at him. "And what are you scoffing about...I'll make sure you're right there with him." Harry watched as Draco's lip twitched, and he seemed to reach inside his jacket, but when Lucius placed a hand on his shoulder the hand came back out.

"See you at school Potter...I have a feeling this is going to be a verra interesting year." Harry raised an eyebrow at the blond, who merely smirked in reply before following his father out of the store.

Harry took this as an opportunity to see who exactly had pulled him off of Lucius, and bitch them out for doing so. He spun around when he felt the arms loosen up, but stopped when he saw that it was Mr. Weasley.

"Mr. Weasley?! Why'd you stop me...he deserved it!" The red-head's face seemed to flicker from one emotion to another...from angry, to confused, and then back to angry again.

"If you don't know the answer to that question than I'm not going to tell you...and I have to say, even though I quite agree that he deserved it, I'm ashamed of your behavior...that is no way to act in public, and it is certainly no way to act around one of You Know Who's Death Eaters." Even though he was completely against doing so Harry felt himself nod, and Mr. Weasley's face brightened. "Good well let's have a look at Fred and George's shop...I don't think you've gotten the chance to see it yet, and since their always helping with the Order it's hardly ever open anymore." Harry felt himself nod again, and followed Mr. Weasley out of the book shop to go see Fred and George.

He would have to say that upon reaching Weasley's Wizard Wheezes his mood almost instantly lightened. The shop was amazing! Harry had never seen so many different joke items in his life. They had everything Zonkos had, except even more due to Fred and George's different inventions. Harry saw a stand for Vanishing Hats, and then one on Extendable Ears, and the biggest display was for Skiving Snack boxes...Harry figured it was because school was about to start. Might as well get a start early on ditching classes

"Ah why if it isn't Harry Potter!" Harry turned and glared at George who had just directed everyone's attention towards him.

"Yeah folks see him right here Harry Potter...our greatest contributor...if the boy of legends can buy from us so can you...so stuff your pockets, there's plenty for all!" Harry continued to glare at the two of them even after they had stuffed a Vanishing hat on top of his head and could no longer even see his face.

The twins had informed him that they had sold the most products ever today, and they owed it all to him...which made it rather difficult to curse them into next week for doing that to him. Besides if anyone was going to use him as a poster boy, it might as well be one of the Weasley's, they deserved it. Harry crawled into bed knowing that tomorrow he would be on the Hogwarts Express back to Hogwarts.
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