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Edited version: I just edited this to fix some the issues addressed in the critique.

Disclaimer...Um all these characters except for the original characters are owned by Rowling...please don’t sue me I'm just a poor writer and am just wanting to have some fun...And note I'm changing the time frame instead of HBP being set in 99 its now set in 05. Also, keep in mind that most of the time I am writing this late at night after very long days of classes and the naught, so due be aware that mistakes will be made, spelling, grammar, etc. And I do apologize when it is finished, Ill go back and fix any of the errors and add chapter titles.

Chapter One: Muggle or Not a Muggle, That is the Question.

The red haired Ron Weasley and his two best friends, Hermione, and the Famed Harry Potter walked from the tall front doors of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Their Sixth year had ended, and the death of Dumbledore has weighed heavily on their hearts. The lingering affects of the recent Death Eater attacks that had lead to their favorite teacher's death.

"Huh..." A breathe of exasperation fled the lips of Harry, his decision to leave Hogwarts for good had left him angered and saddened. "I think we should visit my Aunt and Uncle...it’s what Dumbledore asked of me...and I think I should follow his last wishes."
Hermione looked at Harry..."Well I suppose we could, I mean we are adults now...and we have all, except for you Harry, passed our apperation test..."

"Yeah Harry how do you plan to get there, I mean, Hermione and I can apperate..."

Harry glared for a moment then shrugged." I don’t much like Apperation, I think I might just go by flew pipe or broom..."

The trio stepped gingerly down the crumbling stairway and into Hogsmeade.

"I hate to break it to you Harry." Ron stopped Harry and turned him around. “But, you will be at a great disadvantage if you don’t learn how to Apperate.”

Hermione stepped up to Harry as well, a grim smile on her face..."And it seems that the only way you will become certified would be to stay at the school..."
Harry looked annoyed. "I can’t do that...there are other Horocruxes out there. And they need to be destroyed." With that, Harry rounded and continued to walk up to Hog's Head tavern. Ron and Hermione looked at each other and followed behind the fuming Harry.


Miles away, at the London International Airport, a muggle stepped of the concord, his first plane ride, and more so his first supersonic plane ride. His long blond hair blew in the cool England air that bristled off the large landing strip that was several miles long. Carrying his carryon bag that was filled with cheese among other things favorite foods. He routed his way to the air terminal. Customs checked his bag and even cut into his precious stash of white Wisconsin Colby brick to make sure no drugs were in it. With a laugh the haughty Brit steward, who carried the muggle's bags, snorted, "Look at the blimy American...carrying Cheese and all...what a prat." The muggle did not even look back as he said in an exaggerated British accent..."Quite, I suppose I am a prat if you consider having manners being a prat. As it is your horrendous prices on cheese here is not to my liking...regardless of your, Nonchalant views of the US...maybe you should show some of that British 'Stiff Upper Lip and Good Manners' your country is so famed for." With that, he took his one other bag and walked out of the check-in and towards the front of the airport terminal.

A few students who were quite anxious brandished a large sign. Waving it for all eyes to see, the blue letters on the back of a rice cooker white box said "Welcome to London James Christopher" Chris could not help but chuckle at the rearrangement. "Yeah I'm Chris..." He said as he finally showed himself to the group of British students. One girl that was in the five-person group, fawned at him for a moment before she noticed how he was looking at the one student to her left. The young man was quite cute, his short nose and long curly hair was more than the stereotypical British guy. The other two students, who were obviously not from the UK stood from their seats, one was, as it seemed from India, his darker features and callused hands, as Chris noticed from their brief handshake, showed that he had worked hard and as he continued to at the University. The young Girl, who seemed out of place and who had stepped up shook Chris’ hand, her small frame and childish features were quite misleading. Chris later found out, whilst their car trip to the University that she was from Jordan, and a tested genius, she graduated High School at fourteen, and had started her college career, this year, at the age of sixteen.

The car ride, which was not so different from what Chris was expecting, was quite short. The dorms were set opposite of the main campus building and well lit. He was to stay with the other Foreign exchange students here at the dorms and was introduced as the "late guy." Luckily, the next day proved far more exciting.

*****

Harry, Hermione, and Ron made their way to number four Prevy Drive. Through exhaustive debate, the three had flown to a local squib's house, instead of apperating, where they took to walking the few feet to Harry’s once berated home.

As they came to the stoop, a quick knock and the grand entrance that Harry had always imagined surprised the Dursleys. His Uncle's face turned beat red, a purple zit ready to pop. His cousin Dudley, his fork halfway to his mouth full of spaghetti from a can, and his mouth agape, and his aunt Petunia, her eyes wide, maintained lack of true surprise behind her masked features.

Harry went in first, stepping lightly and haughtily towards his furrowed family. Ron , who had never, in the past, actually seen the inside of a muggle house, walked cautiously, making sure to spy on the several plugs that lead to the many electrified lamps in the living room. Hermione, who came in last, was very nonchalant to say the least, bearing down on the dining group.

"You Lousy Little Muggles..." Hermione blurted out in a frustrated angry voice, her wand raised...but Ron stopped her, grabbing her arm and pulling her back behind Harry who stood in the pathway to the kitchen dining area. Vernon's face was white, as though he had just seen a ghost, which is what he could have ended up as. Harry stepped forward into the familiar room...the smell of burnt meat emanated from the stove and smog like wisps of smoke filled the room. Petunia stood as her husband and son kept still in a stunned state, unmoving from the table.

"Hello Harry," She smiled as she addressed him, a grim almost sad smile. “I see your sixth year at Hogwarts has ended, I hope you are well..." Her diluted mask, now cracked, a depressed look that seemed to drain her face of her usual lividness.

"I came here as it was one of Dumbledore's last wishes; I have no care to stay here with a family that treated me as you did. I just wanted you to know this."

Vernon, who had now regained his usual temperament and composure snorted at Harry, "So then, the old man has died already, what was he three hundred, four...about time...un-natural it is...to live that long.” Vernon's last encounter with the white bearded wizard, left him with a painful reminder of what a glass of alcohol can do to you.

Ron sneered at the fat muggle...his nose wrinkled, and his eyes narrowed. "He’s dead because he was killed you...you...you Prat......." Ron's face burned with blood blushing him in his angered state. It was Hermione’s turn to restrain him, as he reached for his wand. Harry looked to them incredulously, his friends were ready to hurt his estranged family for him, to exact revenge...but that wasn’t what he wanted. "You two please go to my room, wait there I have a few things I have to get..."
Hermione nodded to him pulling the still angered Ron through the living room and up the stairs. Harry turned back to his Uncle, cousin and Aunt.

"I have always been your scapegoat, your laky, stuck serving you. You treated me with out the love that Dumbledore wished me to have, and yet I have been stuck into a situation far more dangerous than you three would care to know. That is why I won’t be returning here again...to save you from yourselves and from the dangers that exist in the wizardying world." Harry looked at his Aunt, then to his cousin Dudley who looked as though he was going to choke on his meatball, which was still hanging out of his open mouth as he stared at Harry.

Vernon gave a cry of rhetortion..."Good ridden...to bad wi..wi.. rubbish like you." Vernon returned to eating his food, shoveling it in, ignoring Harry, as though he wasn’t there. Petunia looked at Harry, now wishing she had been nicer to him. As Harry turned to head for the stairs, Petunia let out a small pip of noise...Harry turned his head, one eye looking at her, his ear perked..."Harry....I'm.....I'm sorry...." It’s all she could say, she slipped back to her seat, a tear running down her face, Vernon looking wide eyed at her, in more shock than when Harry had first entered. Dudley, finally achieving motor control of his jaw again, turned his head to his mother, and sat down his fork... Harry turned again, with out a word, on the would-be family and headed up the stairs to his awaiting friends...

*****

Chris awoke at an early hour, his sleep patterns hadn’t changed at all since he came here (as he normally slept in what would have been considered the evening in the US). Half the dorm was already up, some getting ready for class, others getting ready for a party. As a new exchange student, his RA, which happened to be the cute guy who had brought the welcome wagon along, was to escort him and give a quick tour of the local hang out places for the University Students. Chris jaunted down to the showers and bathroom from his small room, which he was lucky to have gotten with out a roommate, for the time being. Quickly washing and dressing as he always did, he returned and ate a small breakfast of fruit cereal. At the very moment he finished several people hustled down the hall, loud music booming, feet stomping. Placing his dish and spoon in the small room's sink (which was more of a lavatory sink than a kitchen sink) he followed out to find out what was going on. His pants filled with his keys and schedule, which was filled with independent study down the board, he shut his door and was in the middle of a marsh of British and exchange student's jumping up and down. The RA, whose name Chris still hadn’t learned, came up behind him and yelled over the music..."UNIVERSITY BAND" Chris nodded to this and followed the RA out of the hall and into the stairway that lead to the street level.

Once outside the sun shown brightly on the grounds that Chris barely could see the night before in the car. The trim grass was short as a putting green, and the roundabout style drive, which wound its way to the street below, was paved and painted newly. Two cherry trees were in a decaying state, but their sweet smell sill lingered in the air. The RA looked at Chris for a moment then took out his hand..."Sorry that I didn’t introduce my self last night I was sort of preoccupied, my girlfriend and I just broke up and all...anyways I'm Redford, Carlin Redford." Chris took his hand and shook it..."Well Carlin, you know who I am...where are we going today?" Carlin released Chris’ hand "I'm going to show you the local hangouts...the Doblue...Crash a few of the shops..." Carlin headed forward as a car pulled around and he opened the door..."Ladies and Exchange students go first..." Chris laughed as he got in...."So ya callin' me a lady then?" Carlin shook his head in a joking manner as he got in as well.

Several Minutes later they were going through Kings' Cross at New Yorker Cabby speeds, as the past several places, Chris noticed an odd sign that looked familiar...The car pulled to a stop at a traffic light and several cars came up and blocked his view of the sign, when the light turned green for the right hand turns, the cars moved to reveal a different sign. Through experience Chris didn’t say anything of this and continued on his way in the car with Carlin. Several minutes later the car stopped and let the two out. The building in front of them looked to be extremely old and had an odd antique shop too which the main door lead. Carlin walked to a grated gate that lead down a stone covered stairway and to a large green door. A neon sign over the top of the door read "Crash", and seemed to blink un-warranted. Carlin twisted the brass door knob that was found in the center of the door and swung the heavy sledge of wood into the stone basement of the tall building.

The musky smell was covered by the smell of spilt beer and rum. A TV was blaring in the background, the local news talking of a strange series of events that had oddly not made it to the US, which had its own problems with the large hurricane known as Katrina, which devastated the southern states. A local bridge in a small hamlet south of here… several cars had fallen from it and plummeted to very cold waters. Several people died in the accident and it was being blamed on faulty construction of the new bridge, and lacking care by the government. Then on top of that a murder came on next, a girl who had been killed in a mysterious death just outside of the Minister of Global Affair's building. The door had been locked from the inside and no forced entry, but it was an obvious murder. Chris turned from the television, his attention diverted to a cute guy sitting alone at the bar. Carlin walked ahead of Chris, leading in a fashion, and pointed out the many different aspects of the place. It was a major hang out for students after classes and during the weekend. It served alcohol for students going to the Royal Academy of London.

Chris remarked at the stone arches that separated the different rooms, one had several tables and two large flat screen TVs on, one set to news the other on sports. Another room had billiards and an arcade, and the third had the Bar and a dancing floor. "Chris, you may not think much of it now, but come about five tonight, the whole bloody place will be filled." Chris nodded to this as he took in the atmosphere.

A few minutes later, the two left, up the stairs, and went around the front of the building. Carlin kept talking about how the next place was great, a lot of chicks, but Chris’ eye had been caught by the glint of light off of a black crystal that was encased in gold. It was part of a small locket on a chain, set in the window of the antiquities shop. Stopped in his tracks Chris didn’t even notice that Carlin had walked a considerable distance up the block. Looking to the door, Chris took the steps two at a time and twisted the doorknob, the door swung open with out a sound, not even a bell to warn the owner that he was there sounded. Slowly walking in, Chris glanced about the store; it was filled with odds and ends. An eyeball floated in a jar of homunculus jelly, staring lifelessly into empty space. An assortment of leather bound books, which seemed to be falling apart were arrayed upon a tall oak shelf. Many seemingly magic books and potion books. Running his hand along one of the shelves, catching the dust on his index finger, Chris looked astonished. "What is this place..." An old man who was wizened in his face, gray whiskers and light white hair caressed his almost bald head.
"What can I do for you young man?"...the old man looked down on Chris, is hawk like nose pointedly pinning him where he stood.
"I was wondering about the locket you have in the window..."

"Ah yes...the locket...well I don’t know too much of it, bought it off some old man for thirty pounds...said he needed the money. I wasn’t complaining it turned out to be real gold, so it should fetch a good price." the old man turned to the cash register with out any sign of continuing...Carlin stepped into the shop, just in time to notice Chris talking to the old man..."Chris! Let’s go, leave that nut case Olivander alone..."

"Heh, young people, no respect for their elders..." Olivander said in a distinguished voice. Chris sighed at this and left after Carlin...Something is up here...Olivander where do I know that from...

Harry, Ron and Hermione walked out the door of the Dursley's house, not one of them looking back to the ragtag muggle house. A suitcase filled with muggle riffraff that Harry had wished to keep. A poster, a few plugs for Mr. Weasley and a battery operated lamp, to which Ron took a fascination too, that could rivalhis father's. The three friends, left the small hamlet outside of London, and took the Night Bus to the Leaky Cauldron. Harry's newest addition to his inheritance, from his now dead god father, made him one of the richest persons in Gringauts Bank, and more recognized in the wizardying world. His entrance, though as subtle and inconspicuous as he could, was meet with stares; awe struck gaping mouths, and a few flashes of cameras. A look to the keeper behind the counter, and a few passing Galleons, and he, Hermione and Ron found themselves in a locked room. The silence of the three after they had left, was un-imaginably long, a silence that loomed after the last words of Harry's muggle surrogate father had left him with...

"You are an ungrateful peon...wizardying...you....you...you Freaks. Don’t come here again...Glad to get rid of the lot of you!” Vernon had stalked up the stairs, leaving Dudley and his mother to linger in the darkened living room. The three friends had left the house, closing the door behind them, leaving Petunia and Dudley staring at the door.

Now, as if a seal of an ancient magic had been undone, the three spoke, flustered and tired.

"Well that could have been a lot worse." Ron remarked the muggles seemed very desolate in their demeanor.
"Yes it could have been, but I think that they are the ungrateful ones...My parents would never have acted so smug, especially if I were leaving." Hermione looked to Harry, whose face was drained of color and oddly depressed.

"You know, even if they did treat me badly...they were my family, my only family." Harry looked out of the crisscrossed paned window. The street lamps were lit, and gave a blurry glare on the misted glass. Hermione walked to his side and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, her face seemed to be too close to Harry's and he was feverously trying not to blush. Ron sat on the bed, its old mattress creaking under his tall body. His long red orange hair fell loosely over his beautiful green brown eyes. "Well we should get some sleep, I'm Tiirr..d" A yawn fumbled Ron's words..."Yes, Harry lets go to bed" Hermione hurriedly said"...I think we will be more right to discuss what to do next." Harry nodded to this and took to the W.C. to change. Ron rushed after him to change as well, nearly whacking his head on the bunk bed above his. The two changed, a discussion in muttered tones carried between them...."Ron...do you think Hermione...um...you know..." Harry pulled his pajama bottoms up...and tucked his shirt in..."Harry, I think she does...I mean she and I… are… um...well not going to happen...” Ron looked a little embarrassed as he pulled on his pajama top, a thick knitted wool sweater that his mother had given to him, last Christmas. Harry looked to his best friend for a moment..."What do you mean 'not going to happen'?"

Ron now turned away from Harry...his face bright red, brighter than his fire hair. "I...uh....Harry...I..." He stopped unable to find the words. Harry, now annoyed, pushed past his friend…"What ever...just tell me tomorrow...I'm going to bed..." With that Harry opened the door, walked out, and closed it, leaving Ron even more embarrassed and alone.

*******

Chris edged his way out of his dorm room. His new roommate was well to do, and snobbish if he had ever meet a snob. 'The Prat', which is what Chris called him in his head, was constantly bickering with him about anything he could think of, where Chris’ PS2 should be, how the TV should be set up. How much space he could have, it wasn’t bad enough that the room was way to small to house him, let alone two people it was barely a closet, but now the prat was trying to make it so Chris had less and less room. He had all but taken over the Closet with his twenty some suits, and hell to do sweaters that Chris couldn’t ever imagine wearing with his two pairs of jeans, or his one set of black slacks. Now the prat was ranting and raving about how Chris’ bed wasn’t "perfectly made", but at least he hadn’t noticed Chris sneaking out of the room.

Outside in the hall, to which Chris welcomed graciously when compared to the prat, were several students, talking on their cells, and studying. The students in the room next to his, was also sitting out in front of his closed door, loud heavy metal rock pounding at his back. "Yo...Steve...if the prat comes looking for me tell him you didn’t see me..."
"Right..." Steve raised his hand in a salute, his common sign off. With a departing solute, Chris walked down the hall and down the stairs. He made his way through the doors to the dorm and headed for central London. He needed to walk and to think, something he hadn't done in awhile.

The spring air was warm, even with the remaining snow which was piled in dirty clumps and drifts in the gutters of the road. His long walk, which had taken him downtown and near the many different hang outs, that Carlin had shown him a few days earlier and of course Crash.

Chris took a seat at the bar, which was empty except for an empty beer bottle which sat at the far end near one of the Flat screen TVs. The bartender, who Carlin had introduced as Gerard, came out of the back, carrying a small box, filled with pieces of jewelry, one of which was the gold locket that had been in the window.
"What happened to the shop up stairs?" Chris pointedly asked.
"Eh? The owner left for no apparent reason, said to lock up the shop and guard it...I'm moving anything valuable down here to the closet." Steve set the box down on the bar..."Want a drink; I'm going to take a break...bloody boxes weigh a fecking ton."

"Sure...got coke or soda?" Chris never drank alcohol...just never liked the taste.

"Blimey, a non-boozer? Don’t get too many of yer here." Gerard bent down and pulled up a dusty plastic bottle of seven up, it looked as though it had never seen daylight. Twisting the cap a satisfying hiss of escaping gas poured out. He poured Chris a glass that was full of clear ice. "So the old man just left huh? What was his name again...Olivander right?"

"Yeah, yeah...The old bludger just up and left...expects me to do everything.” Gerard looked up at the TV, it had a soccer game on, and the ones in red and orange were down by five points. "Com' on...Com'on.” Gerard looked annoyed, as the opposing time, which was dressed in gold scored again...
Chris chuckled at the soccer game, thinking how pointless it was to care so much about a game, "Gerard mind if I look through the box?"

"Yeah...what eva.." His attention was so tightly wound upon the soccer game that he didn’t even seem to notice Chris’ question.
Looking, he flipped open the flaps that created the corrugated lid of the box, and peered inside. Many knick-knacks and bric-a-brac lay wrapped inside. Rings, a few books that had been on display a few days ago, and a very specific locket. Chris removed the locket, unconcerned by the other items; Chris slowly eased the small locket from its bindings and out of the box. It had a cold feel and dark aura about it...and it seemed to be way too heavy for what it was..."Hey...Gerard...How much do you want for this?" Chris held the Locket out hanging it from his fingers, the light catching it spreading a dark hue of colors across the wood countertop. "What eva'....ten quid..." Gerard didn’t even look, his eyes was on the TV, his face turning more and more angry and red about his team losing streak. Chris grabbed around in his pocket, pulling out a lb he left it on the counter and walked out of Crash.

****

Ron had gone to bed after several minutes of heated debate with himself about telling his best friend he was bi sexual... it was already hard to hide it from his parents, and his two brothers, the twins, but now that he and Harry, and Hermione, were setting out to dispose of Voldemort...he felt he needed to be truthful with Harry. All the times he acted foolish, or dumbfounded to hide his sneaking looks at some of the guys, had already lead to his many titles at Hogwarts; the title of 'Doofball' and 'Poof', or worse 'MudBlood', even 'Harry Lover', it was all he could do to stop the rumor that he and Harry were an 'item' there....."I'm not like that...I'm not really so stupid...I mean....I just...ugh" He paced back and forth in the W.C. thinking out loud. After what seemed to be an eternity to Ron, he had left the W.C. and slipped under the covers of his bed.

Hours later, seemingly minutes to Ron, Harry pushed against his best friend, shaking him to wake up. Ron opened his eyes and was about to say "What?" but he saw Harry, in the still dark room, with his finger to his mouth, motioning to be quiet. He was fully dressed, and he carried his invisibility cloak along side him. Hermione was also dressed, and was sending their stuff via Flew pipe to the Burrow. Harry let down a set of Ron's clothes, and whispered with the most clarity one could without sound, "get dressed, we're leaving." Harry stood at the door of the room, his wand held out ready to strike, leaving Ron to get dressed. Hastily the red haired Ron pulled his clothes on, over his pajamas, and gathered up the few unpacked belongings he had. Removing his wand, he stood too, and waited behind the door. "Enflamaro" Harry whispered as he pointed at the sides of the door, which gummed and swelled pushing against the door jam. With a nod, Ron, Harry and Hermione went through the fire place.

Moments later the door to the room was blown to bits, and a colorless blond haired boy walked in, followed by two older wizards..."Dratted that Potter...I'll catch you, and then the Dark Lord will have his way with you." Draco Malfoy walked from the Leaky Cauldron room, flanked by the two death eater flunkies.

****
Chris, having obtained the locket that so caught his eye, stole across the London streets, trying to look, or so he thought, inconspicuous. His new prize hidden well in his over stuffed jean pockets of pens and pencils. In his hurried and distracted state, Chris found himself quite lost and in an unfamiliar part of London. The dark alleys were coursed with blind corners and hidden outlets. Chris looked over his shoulder, his Farsight going on overdrive searching for anything that could be a threat to him. Several more steps had taken their path with him, when he ducked out of sight, instinct taking over. A white blond kid, dressed in dark black robes, followed by two hooded figures weaved past his hiding place, a dark baleful shadow loomed about the leader of the group, and yet an odd familiarity came to Chris as the dark trinity walked past him. Turning left and down the way the groups came from, Chris saw with utter exasperation and surprise the same sign he thought he had seen on his first car outing with Carlin.

A dark wood sign hung high on a wraut-iron hanger that was anchored into the brick wall. In the utter most surprise still, Chris read out loud, to no one in particular, "Leaky Cauldron...Whaa'....the..." Chris turned and pushed the door open, and entered a familiar looking room, rough wood tables, and the smell of mead and stew. Chris’ mouth hung open; a stunned silence came over him as he stood in front of the door. The bar keep, who was obviously just as stunned to see a muggle step off the street and into the small inn, stuck his hand under the counter and pulled out a wand. The room was filled with witches and wizards alike, all bantering and speaking about the latest news...and a few stared at Chris. Finally gaining his posture and poise, Chris took a step into the large room, then another, finally inching his way to the bar. Taking a seat upon a rough leather covered stool, which squealed as he sat, he glared at the bar tender, and then quite abruptly, in a quiet but unwavering voice queried "Is....is this really the Leaky Cauldron?"
The bars keep chuckled for a moment then whipped his wand forward and in a flare he cast a memory mucker spell at Chris. The point blank range of the magic gave no room to move and Chris was hit squarely on the nose, his eyes blinking and nose twitching, as though he may sneeze, Chris quipped up his voice showing great annoyance..."Why did you do that? This is the Leaky Cauldron...." The bar keep, his turn now to be surprised, looked wildly at Chris. "It didn’t work...the bloody spell didn’t work..." His wand was raised pointed straight at Chris across the bar. Several other wizards and witches were now standing, their wands drawn and pointed at Chris as well.

Chris looked frivolously from face to face...until a younger witch, who's black hair was a raven's nest, a mess of aphro and twigs shot a sharpened dart of a question to Chris..."How is it a muggle, such as your self can se' this place?" Her high pitched voice, reminding Chris of 'Liza Doolittle from 'My Fair Lady'.

"I uh...I don’t know...I mean I suppose...it could be...but...I mean it’s never done this before...I don’t think..." Chris’ words came at jerks and jumbles, as his own brain had gone into overload, did my Farsight actually pick up on this...I mean its not like its done anything to this extent...is it the locket...what if its a faulty spell?..

Another wizard attempted another memory altering spell, which was ineffective as well, this time actually causing Chris to sneeze, and his cell phone to blow to bits right off of his belt. In what seemed to last a life time, Chris stood in the middle of an inn's bar, that shouldn’t exist, with wands of all different shapes, lengths, and colors pointed at him. Whispers and raillery began to percolate in the room, words about the Malfoy family in disaster after the Death Eaters had returned, and how Draco had just been there. When Chris finally made a chance to speak, he was meeting with more stares of disbelief. "So let me get this straight," Chris began his voice now stable and unwavering, even though his excitement had risen to a greater level, "Malfoy, was just here, and blew a door off of a room on the third floor?" Chris, who knew that, even though the building seemed to have only two stories, it could have hundreds, if the right spells, had been used. "And then I would be quite right to assume that Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley were up there as well?" As soon as the famed names rolled from his tongue, did the wands rise higher and accusations flew from the mouths of every wizard and witch in the room. "How do you know of Harry Potter?" One wizard exclaimed, another drew forward through the even more crowed arena that had formed about Chris," And how do you know of his friends and Draco..."

Chris chuckled at this; the wizardying community seemed not so installed in the muggle world, as Rowling’s books had made them out to be. "Um....well I can make this quite simple to answer, if you would all give me the chance..." He was cut off again by another wizard, a pompous grin across his face..."OH so the Great muggle will explain it to us...what would a muggle know.”

Chris, in his most exited moods now grinned with great appreciation for Rowling, who obviously knew of the magic community unknowingly. "Well Moo to you too. I know because of a series of Books named for the main character they follow, our dearly famed Harry Potter. They are a hit best seller in the muggle world." Chris was once again meet with un-knowing stares of disbelief...the bar tender who now had returned from the back, having left sometime during the ruckus was now sitting behind the counter, his wand drawn once more. "All right all right...I’ve contacted the Department of Muggle relations and they shall be arriving shortly. They will take care of the muggle...." And as though his timing couldn’t have been more perfect, a red haired, older man, dressed in a wrinkled muggle suit, with Pokka-dotted pants and silly dark leather sneakers walked in the door. And as if by surprise Chris gapped again...."Mr. Weasley? Holy Allison!" Chris could have never mistaken the odd dress, and red hair of the well described father of Ron Weasley.

Harry, Hermione, and Ron, sat around the large wooden table in the kitchen/dinning room of the Weasley's small burrow home. Mrs. Weasley was fawning and goggling over the three who had finally returned from Hogwarts. She had been so worried since they hadn't returned right away, and with You-know-who all about with his Death Eaters she felt that you could never be too careful. News of Dumbledore's death had reached her and Mr. Weasley, it had devastated them both, now that Dumbledore was no longer around who was to protect the school. Mrs. Weasley worriedly thought about how it was Dumbledore who He-who-must-not-be-named had feared and never tempted battle with. And Snape, who so obviously was with the Death Eaters, had betrayed them all. But now, with Ron, her adopted son Harry, and Hermione, here safe at the burrow, she felt a little more at ease.

The clanking of spoons in the wood carved bowels, signaled her to come to the table, as if it were natural. Her mothering instincts kicked in as tears streamed down her face, she asked the small group, “More soup...there’s plenty..."
"Yeah mum...thanks." Ron held his bowl up, which was snatched from his hands and soup sopped into it. Hermione, who had pushed the bowel away, was looking at the latest copy of the Daily Prophet, an extra bulletin which had been released later that evening, the main headline read

"Muggle Infiltrates local Pub and Inn"
A picture of Mr. Weasley was moving back and forth as he escorted a tall blond brown haired kid with glasses out of the back door of the Leaky Cauldron and into Diagon Alley.
Hermione exclaimed at the picture, "Ron...your father is in the paper." Mrs. Weasley took the bowl from Hermione’s spot and looked briefly at the moving picture. "A muggle! One who could actually see through the magic? That is definitely not normal..." Ron had taken the bowl of soup from his mum and was half way through a spoonful of soup, when he caught what his mother said, "A muggle actually could see the Leaky Cauldron? I bet Malfoy had something to do with it." Harry pushed his bowl from him; it was still full with the cream of newt soup, cold and un-touched. He looked at them for a moment...his face was not surprised..."I bet he did, he probably left it so that muggles could see through the magic, maybe to blame me or something." Harry's disheartened face loomed for awhile before he got up and walked up the stairs.
Ron too interested in the muggle, didn’t follow, but stayed as Hermione began to read the article..."Well...well what does it say?" Ron took a slurp of soup off of his spoon...Hermione looked up and then read the main points of the article.

"...the muggle in question seemed to be aware of the recent events of what had happened with "the Chosen One", and even was immune to multiple memory jinxes that had been attempted on him. Arthur Weasley, newly appointed head of the Muggle Security and Secrecy Department, took the muggle into custody, and a full investigation will be done on the safety of the 'Leaky Cauldron'."

Ron stopped short of another bite of soup when Hermione finished..."So dad is taking care of this one what a bother...."

Mrs. Weasley looked at the nine handed clock that had the names of all the family members current state of being. Her worried look had become more permanent because of the recent events, and she constantly glanced at the dratted thing. On her second glance, it showed Mr. Weasley was on the move before it returned to 'mortal peril' once more. A knock on the door, and a quick review of their secret code to tell if each other were really each other, and Mr. Weasley was let in, followed by a cloaked figure and an unwhily, but familiar muggle.

Tonks unveiled her face, her wild hair and newly formed smile, matched her no longer drained, colorless features. Mr. Weasley kissed Molly on the cheek briefly before he continued into the room allowing Tonks and the muggle to enter completely and shut the door.

"Hello Ron, Hermione...Where’s Harry?" His expression a little surprised to see the two of them sitting with out Harry.
"He’s up stairs, sleeping or something..." Ron slurped the rest of the soup from his bowl, placing it on the table.
Hermione glanced at the third person, who stood in front of the door. He had not, as of yet, revealed his face and kept his hood low.
Arthur motioned for Molly to sit down, as for Tonks who took one of the seats graciously...Before he continued, it seemed that Mr. Weasley was thinking about how to proceed, finally he cleared his throat and continued, "Well recently, I have been, occupied by a new event that you no doubt know of," He looked down on the Daily Prophet Extra that had been owled to Hermione..."It seems that there is a muggle, who has um...ventured into the wizardying world. He seems impervious to memory jinxes and we don’t know what to do with him." Molly looked scornfully at her husband for a moment then her woeful look came back..."So then, I'm guessing we have a new house guest?" She said, her eyes glancing to the cloaked muggle.
"Yes Molly, we have another House guest, but don’t worry we have plenty of room." Arthur placed his hands on Molly's shoulders and looked deeply into her eyes..."We may learn something from him...maybe his protection against jinxes will help us find away to protect us from You-know-who..." Tonks nodded her head, her wildly shaped hair that looked more like repose from a modern arts fair, wriggled as she did so.
"So, we figured that he could stay with you three, it seems that you are the best suited while your Arthur and I work on other, slightly more pressing matters. The Auror's office is deeply engaged in tracking down Death Eaters and the like."

Hermione stood, her head just reaching the height of the muggle's nose..."And then, does he have a name, or should we just call him 'the muggle' from here on in." Her sarcasm was lucrative and wily compared to her normally un-aggressive temperament.
Chris laughed at this and for the first time while in the Weasley house he spoke. "My name is Christoffer James...and you would be the ever intelligent Hermione Granger, and then Ron too..." Hermione stopped, her mouth a little agape, she had not expected him to know her name as familiarly as he had. "Mr. Weasley, you didn’t tell him our names with out talking to us first...do you know the complications that this can cause." Hermione was already thinking of how the wizardying world could conjure up more non-prelatic mumbo jumbo about Harry. Or worse what if the muggle were to be captured, Death Eaters would torture him until he gave away their whereabouts...he could even be a spy...

Arthur smiled at this..."Strangely no, I didn’t, he already knew of you, and Ron, and Harry. He even knows of how Harry's parents died, the details of Dumbledore's death, to which only Harry, Dumbledore, and the Death Eaters that had been there would have known of. He says it’s due to a series of books...."
Hermione looked oddly curious..."Books? What kind of books..."
Chris snorted then laughed out loud, his hood falling off of his head, to show a beat red nose from the many memory altering jinxes that had been attempted on him. "Children books all about your group’s adventures. I was quite surprised myself to find it to be mostly real..."

"Mostly real?" Ron hadn’t followed the conversation, his mind still whirring about, trying to figure out how a non-wizard could see through the many spells in place to protect the Wizardying world.

"Well...it seems that several things are different from the books...I mean the Leaky Cauldron for one, wasn't where it said it was in the books, and it seems that the wizardry community was unaware of the books, that were written by Rowling."

Ron laughed "Right...like some muggle writer would have knowledge about the wizardying world...”

Arthur looked sternly at Ron before continuing, “In any case he will be staying here with us...for all we know he is a wizard that turned out like what Harry could have been, if he hadn’t come to Hogwarts." Tonks nodded to this and then turned, gave a quick belated smile to Chris, and then exited the burrow. "She's definitely has turned back around. I mean Black's death had her in a fit didn’t it? Stupid veil to the afterlife..." Chris shook his head, just as Harry returned from the second floor. He stopped at the bottom step, as Chris mentioned his god-father.









Chapter Two: A Curse of a Curse, Real or Fiction…

"What do you know of Sirius?" a blurted question that spilt from Harry's mouth. Chris removed his cloak, which was somewhat drenched with water from the misty conditions outside, and hung it on a small knob that was attached to the wall. "I ah...well I know that its not your fault he died...and I know that you feel that its your fault that Dumbledore died when you were standing right there on the battlments, held by his magic. But its not.” Chris took a seat, with out being offered, and looked across to Ron.

"Harry...so glad to see that you aren’t so tuckered out after all." Mr. Weasley said as he hung his own cloak on a knob next to Chris’. "I was just telling Molly, Ron, and Hermione that Chris here would be staying with us for awhile. He is seemingly un-belated by many of our memory jinxes...the department is still trying to figure out why."

"Have you asked him as to why he's immune?" Hermione’s faculty for being intrigued by the most odd things came forth, a puzzled but thought filled look crossed her face..."I mean I've never heard of a muggle being immune to magic, not many wizards are even immune to magic...except for Harry of course...we are still trying to figure that one out." Harry grinned at the implicit regard to Harry's all too famed survival of the killing curse from Voldemort’s own hand. Harry took a seat at the table as well, a now curious but not to intent look about his face...Maybe this muggle knows something that could help us... I mean anyone who knows about Sirius, and Dumbledore and the events that lead to it must have some kind of power, right?

"To answer your question, I have no clue...I was unaware, only hopeful, if not only imagined that the Wizardying world was real, up until earlier today. All of these odd clues popped up, like Olivander...I mean he was hiding out as an Antique Shoppe owner. What was he thinking...Oh and by the by. I have something of use to you Harry. Or I believe it to be..." Chris pulled from his pocket a gold chained locket that had a blackened crystal inscribed into its front. “I do believe that this is a Horocrux of the Voldemort...that you so desperately had wished you hadn’t gone after in that cave with Dumbledore."

Stares came; for once again this muggle had proven far more useful than his own good, emanated from the small group. Especially from Harry, whose hand trembled as he took it from Chris. "So you’re R.A.B?" Hermione pushed, Harry still examining the locket. "Um…no...I'm C.M.J...I have no clue who R.A.B is..." Chris, now a little annoyed sat back in his chair, and looked as his usual self. Rather incandescent and more or less unnerved. Arthur who took a bowl of the cream of newt stew sat at the last remaining seat at table and started to shovel, ever so hindered not to look like a buffoon, the stew into his mouth.

"Well I think it is the Horocrux..." Ron parried as he examined it...
"Yes well that would mean R.A.B. didn’t do as he..." Harry was cut off by Hermione..."Or she...we don’t know if it’s a girl or a guy...”, "As I was saying it would mean that R.A.B. didn’t keep his promise to destroy it."

"Or R.A.B couldn’t destroy it." Chris pipped in, "I mean if it is a horocrux, each is protected by different means...maybe this rab couldn’t destroy it because he didn’t have the means too. Its possible, as Olivander told me that it was a guy off the street who pawned it to him, that it was a muggle that is named R.A.B. and he or she..." Chris looked at Hermione as he said this, "Didn’t know how to destroy it, even if rab was aware of what it was." Molly, who was getting sore about the conversation, started to clean the kitchen, her wand waving over things, the dishes began to clean themselves, as was the bowl that Arthur was still eating from, the broom was going, as well as the many dusters that flew across the room sweeping and pushing dust. Mr. Weasley, who caught on to the obvious hint, stood up and placed his spoon on the table, "Well, regardless of this...he is staying with us, either until he can be guaranteed squib status, or we can remove this anti-memory jinx that he has. So then...Ron, please show him to the Twins room, he can stay with Harry. At least for tonight anyways...Bill and Fleur wont be back until next week, when the wedding will take place." a Humph sound, emanated from Molly, who though through recent events has given a far greater level of respect to Feur, she still detested in away her Bill marrying at such a young age.

Ginny, who had just returned, walked up to the wooden door of her Burrow home, and knocked in the way her father had taught her...in a flurry of words and exchange of secret knowledge, Molly let Ginny in to the house. Her long flowing blue gray cloak, which hood hid her face well, was dripping with wet from the dense fog outside. She was greeted with the smiling faces of Hermione, Ron, whom was obviously interested in the stranger, whose back was to her, and Harry, who was just getting up. Arthur stood behind Ron, and was speaking of the twins’ room.
Taking off her drenched cloak and hanging it once again on the series of knobs on the wall. Ron, who followed Harry, gave a less than inviting gesture for Chris to follow. When the three boys had trekked up to the second floor, Ginny skirted up to Hermione who was also taking to the steps carrying her extra edition of 'The Howler'.
"Who’s the new guy?" Ginny looked as though she was going to explode..."Some muggle who is immune to memory jinxes...His name is Chris." Hermione looked side tracked, something that never happened to her, as she climbed the two flights of stairs to Ginny and Her room. Ginny, having the realization that the new guy was a muggle clearly snorted a laugh, even though Hermione didn’t seem to notice.

"Here it is..." Ron gave a short laugh, the room, which was filled with more boxes of pranks and jokes littered the floor. The two beds where at least turned down. "Harry's sleeping in Fred's bed, you can take George's." Ron pointed at the top bunk bed..."Do you have any stuff?" Ron pointed at the trunk as though he expected Chris not to understand..."Huh? Not with me...it’s in my dorms at the R.U.L."
"R.U.L? What ever...I'm sure dad is going to get it for you..." Chris looked at Ron, his cute freckles and long red hair just melted him, trying hard not to show his fawning over this real dream, Chris nodded..."Well he will get it, hopefully, anyways, before the prat throws my stuff out..."
Harry who had sat on the lower bunk looked up at Chris for a moment, as Chris continued the conversation with Ron...in a instance of curiosity, which in any case was to Harry, a lacking attempt to be friends with a self proclaimed magic muggle coerced a quiet question "Whose 'the Prat'?"
Chris gave a chuckle..."Some Brit prep who thinks he's better than everyone, whom I got stuck as a room mate. He’s been pushing for more and more space out of the Closet they gave me as a room."
"Wait....You’re not from the U.K. then?" Harry looked confused..."No...I'm from the U.S...Haha"
"An exchange student...hmm we didn’t have those at Hogwarts." Harry looked Chris up and down again taking in the muggle.
Ron waved his hand inside the door, "G'night Harry...", and headed down the hall to his room. With that Chris shut the door and was alone with Harry Potter.

Chris changed into a spare set of pajamas, which had appeared on the bed. They loosely fit and hung raggedly on his shoulders, obviously leftovers from Bill.
Harry took off his glasses and set them on the table, as followed Chris’ glasses, as he climbed up on to the top bunk..."So then..." Chris started...his brain buzzing with the recent events..."I'm sorry about Dumbledore.”

"Pfft...Right and what would you know...” Harry mumbled...obviously annoyed by Chris’ seemingly nonchalant attitude...

"Well I know that it was Snape who killed him, and I also know it supposed to be Draco Malfoy who was to kill him. And I also know about that mark on your hand from Umbridge...that awful shrew of a witch." Chris chuckled at his small joke...un-sure of if Harry was actually so distant from this advent to his already hectic life.

"She was a shrew...an awful person if I ever meet one..." Harry grinned under his mask of distain. He hated that witch...and any person who agreed with him on that fact was at least an ally.

"Listen...I know that as a Muggle, I'm not the greatest ally in your....um..."

"Battle...you mean death to death battle that I didn’t choose, that took my parents, my family, and any who have been close to me."

"Yes...if you wish to put it that way...but have you thought that maybe those you help will always be your family...your friends."...

"Right...and when Voldemort comes and kills them, what then?" Harry's voice grew small...afraid...something that Chris had never seen or read in the books by Rowling.

"He won’t, because when that time comes you will be ready, strong enough...and your friends will be too." Confidently stated Chris bent over the side of the top bunk and looked down to a blurry Harry. "Listen...I may not know the real you...or at least you that is here, but I do know the yous from the books that I have read. And, well...any person who can put up with the Dursley's with out killing them, fight off Voldemort innumerous times...and even cope with the loss of not one, two, but five people who you felt were family, well then you can become strong enough to protect those who would protect you."

Harry looked up at him, his vision blurred with out his glasses, "Yeah well...the prophecy...I don’t think I can kill...even Voldemort.”

"Heh...maybe you won’t have to kill him...even with what the prophecy said. Regardless of what it said, the future is still unknown. Which brings me to an idea which I need to run past Hermione...but couldn’t it be possible to save Sirius, and Dumbledore, by going back with a Time Turner?" Chris looked again at Harry, his gaze refocused...

"I thought of that...but one of us would be seen and then more questions then answers would exist. Hermione told me that if one did use a time turner to change the past it could have devastating problems."

"Yes but what if we had an almost exact record of what happened? A book that had almost perfect detail of how things happened we could figure out a plausible plan..." Chris, having thought through this idea a hundred times, looked ready to jump in and do it.

"....ok...well we will have to talk to Hermione...I don’t want to go hopping off and doing something that could lead to a worse out co AAAAHHHH..." Harry yawned, his sentence cut off...

"Right...well good night scar head." Chris laid back against his pillow before Harry could respond to his obvious remark.....

Chris ‘eyes blinked rapidly in the pitch black of the night. Insomnia set in again, farsight ensuing close behind, the many insights to the darkness, fear, and anger that filled the air flitted through his mind. Sitting up, his head barely reached the white washed plaster ceiling. Looking about the room his farsight went haywire, the very magic that permeated the house causing sporadic changes of color in his vision, and a seemingly brilliant aura moved about the house. Easing down the wooden ladder, Chris lightly placed his right bare foot on the wooden floor, testing to see if it would squeak, a quick adjustment and his whole foot was on the floor. He slowly brought his other and lightly touched the floor again. Silently moving he swiped up his glasses and placed them upon his face. He could barely make out the snoring form of Harry, who slept soundly on his right side, facing the wall. Chris turned around and slowly snuck out of the door. Slowly moving down the hall, Chris watched for any trap that the Weasleys may have set. Finally reaching the W.C. Chris slid the door open, to be hit by a glaring amount of light, and the sobbing form of a red haired Ron, who was slumped in the tall bathtub. His blue robe and pajamas wrinkled. Chris entered and slid the door close. Ron, who was too engrossed in his despair didn’t even seem to notice as Chris approached...

Silently placing a hand on Ron's shoulder Chris caught his attention, and his breath, startling Ron unintentionally.

"What’s wrong....?” Chris motioned with his hand that he wasn’t going to do anything.

"Nothing....Nothing you'd know about..." Ron, now sniffling and gulping air, trying to stop himself from crying, shrugged Chris’ hand...

"Try me...you may be surprised..." Chris took a seat on a small stool that was set next to the small sink basin.

"I....I...." Ron gulped air again...unable to express himself.

"Hmmm...." Chris looked at Ron, his heavy eyes red and puffy from crying and his red hair messed and knotted. Slowly Chris bent down over the side of the tub, and pulled his soft red hair aside and kissed him ever so slightly on the lips. His glasses rocked back slightly before he relinquished and pulled back. The stunned Ron's breathing had subsided to a slow whisper, his eyes staring straight into Chris’.
"How...how did you..." His eyes seemed confused for a moment...then Chris smirked..."I uh...guessed..."

"So you’re a poof? I mean..." Ron sniffled a bit; his eyes still red..."I am Bi actually..." Chris looked deeply into Ron's eyes, once more seeing past the redness to the cool seeing eyes that hid with in them the anxious soul..."Now tell me...what’s wrong...If I have to guess Ill do my worst."

Ron didn’t move...his eyes never leaving Chris’..."I...I can’t figure out how to tell Harry...Hermione...You know...I mean, how are they going to take it?"

Chris smiled an affectionate smile, that showed understanding..."I know exactly what your going through."

******

Ginny, having been up since early that morning, her school sleeping schedule still instilled in to her, had helped create breakfast, and was waking everyone up. Dredging up to the third Story, peeked in to Harry's room, then slowly entered...she loved doing this....especially to Harry. Slowly, quietly as possible she climbed over him and laid down next to him...and in one subtle movement tapped Harry on the shoulder..."Harry....HARRY!", Harry shot up like a rocket his hands groping for his glasses and his wand at the same time, his head barely missing the wooden underside of the top bunk bed. "Whaa...Whaa..." Harry finally stopped a moment as he put on his glasses, small quiet giggles came from next to him, as he saw Ginny..."Why you little.....I aught to ....." Harry got out of his bed, grabbed one of the boxes that littered the floor and found what he was looking for, inside was a new product from the twins...unperfected of course, but it would do the job. Aiming it with perfect accuracy and fired, a tickling spell hurled across the room and hit Ginny squarely on the forehead. For a moment it seemed as though it hadn’t worked, then as if out of no where Ginny began to giggle ever loudly, then laughter....squirming and wriggling....Harry, leaving Ginny to her own devices, took a clean set of clothes and jaunted down to the bathroom.

Ginny, now unable to control her laughing state, swaggered out of the room, walking down the hall and past the bathroom, she barged into Ron’s room, where to her great dismay, and surprise (to which the spell was literally stopped in its tracks), she saw the muggle and her brother sleeping soundly next to each other in the same bed. Ginny, her mouth open, and eyes bugging walked sternly up to her brother and, taking a pillow from his bed, smacked him and Chris across the face.
"Ron!" she yelled, then turned and headed out of the room. Ron and Chris both awoke, drowsy and startled by the girl’s outburst. Raising his head up and out from behind Ron, Chris looked to the door which was wide open. "Well I think we were found out...Yeaaaaaw" Chris’ mouth went wide with a yawn...
"You think so?" Ron's voice had become urgent...as he pushed off the blankets..." Chris what...what if it was Harry or Hermione or Mum....." Chris turned Ron's head before he could get up...and slowly kissed him, stopping his hysterical ranting...a few moments passed before their embrace disembarked and Chris smiled..."Don’t worry....in a world where magic and stranger things than one can imagine, including a creature like Umbridge can exist...I doubt anyone would be appalled at the idea of a Bi wizard." Ron looked down then he stood up and walked out of the room, shortly followed by Chris.

They found themselves downstairs, minutes later, sitting around the table. Ginny was there, now grinning wildly, as though she held the greatest secret in the world, a tool to hold over her brothers head. Molly set a large plate of eggs and gargoyle toast, which insisted on walking about the plate. Chris stabbed his toast through the center, which made it go limp. Chris, never having dealt with this before laughed out loud at the fallen toast, to which when he took a bite, he got an ugly on rush of other toast, who tried to attack him by flinging butter. Hermione came down, her night dress in a furrow of wrinkles and her hair all matted. Her slow descent was canted by Harry, who followed down behind her. His black brown hair was slippery with wet, and his clothes were newly pressed. Hermione took a seat next to Ginny, whose grin still hadn’t left, and was greeted by a dueling set of toast, which were using her knife and fork as swords. Ron's toast, which had taken the leisure of the hot maple syrup tub, soaked gleefully (as if toast had glee) in the warm red brown goo.
Chris nudged Ron with his foot, as he hoped his message would get across to eat something, but it was met with a small groan, as Ron continued to stir his eggs.

Harry had scarffed down enough food for small battalion of the British Royal Guard, and was already heading for the door. As he slipped on his shoes, he looked to Ron. "Hey, Ron! Want to go for a broom ride? We could…uh...practice some quidditch." Ron looked at Harry for a moment, and then looked back down at his plate. Chris turned as though he was going to take up his plate and leave the table and briefly whispered "its ok, go...no worries." Chris took his plate to the sink, begrudgingly at the dismay of Molly who would have rather used magic to take care of the dirty plate.

Ron nodded to Harry and then headed up the stairs to get dressed.

Chris strode two stairs at a time up to the twin's room. Pulling on his pants which were newly cleaned as was his shirt, Chris came back to find Ron still partially in his pajamas... standing at the window. "Don’t worry, it'll be alright, Ill take care of Ginny, you go have fun with Harry." Chris strode out of his room, Ron hopping on one leg to pull on his corduroy pants. "Chris what are you going to do...."
"Simple, explain to Ginny the truth and hope that she can understand with out being detritious to our concern." Chris smiled back to Ron over his shoulder..."No worries...and I may have a trick up my sleeve..." Ron looked at Chris as he walked down the stairs.

Chris, after a moment of time, approached Ginny, and in a brushing motion placed his mouth next to her ear..."Listen...we need to talk...for Ron's sake. Meet me out front...I’ll explain what I can." Chris stepped back, as he noticed the strange look that Hermione was giving him. Taking that as a cue to leave, he followed Ron out back to where Harry was already zooming about.
"So ...uh...How does one use one of these things?" Chris grabbed one of the brooms out of the out house like broom shed, and strode to Ron's side.
"I doubt you can use one...you’re a muggle, I mean no magic..." Harry stopped his flight and hovered just above the two..."We'll see...I have an experiment to try."

Chris, remembering back to the first book set the broom on the ground. Then, as though in his meditations he focused, drawing upon farsight once more and he said as clearly as possible "Up!", the broom stayed placidly on the ground, again he said it this time with the desired affect it flew to his hand with out a single twinge..."Hmm I thought so..." Chris mounted and took off, to a surprised Ron and Harry, and more so a surprised Hermione.

The three boys zoomed over head, Chris still getting the hang of controlling the broom. A quaffle flew by Chris knocking the back of the broom spinning him out of control. Landing upside-down in a tree, he briefly hung there, before falling the story to the ground. A sudden crack of wood sounded as the broom landed on Chris’ head. Standing, and rubbing his head Chris took up the broom again, set himself right on it and took to flying again. A few moments later he was being barraged by another quaffle in front of the makeshift keeper's pole, but was ready. And, as if he had been flying all of his life, Chris swooped and kicked the quaffle back to Harry. The bludger plowed into Ron's face, just missing Harry who was able to dodge out of the way. Ron fell from his broom, which went wild, as did Chris, who took no time to react, in a flurry of broom that could have meet the same standards to which Harry caught his first snitch. Chris rounded under the falling Ron, caught him in his arms and the two of them hung motionless for a moment before Ron's inertia forced the two of them and Chris’ broom to the ground, a loud thud on the grassy hill... Harry floated down to them as quickly as he could land next to the two of them...
"Is he ok?" Harry quickly asked, looking over Ron's bloody nose and face..."He’s unconscious but not dead..." Chris spouted at Harry...Hermione ran up, followed closely by Mrs. Weasley and Ginny. Chris picked up Ron, and carried him to the house, Molly gingerly tending to his face..."Well boys I think there wont be too much quidditch practice for awhile...not until the game you guys are having at the wedding..." Molly's voice was shrill but controlled. Setting Ron in one of the large leather chairs that filled up the living room of the Weasley's home, Chris looked at Ron...sorry he had tried to play quidditch ... Ginny stood behind Chris, still and quiet...finally Ginny cleared her throat, her young mis-priss attitude which was common to Chris, especially when it came to Fleur, came out. Chris turned and followed Ginny, out side to the front of the house, where Ginny turned abruptly on Chris and got right into his face..."What the hell were you doing sleeping with my brother?"
"I was because we are um...together, sort of...I think..." Chris sat on the stoop of the house..."Ginny...Ron is Bi...that’s all I can say."
"So you and my brother are Spoofs...just great..."
"Well no, we’re both bi...but I have well always dreamt of being with him...He’s hot you know, so cute...his long red hair is so soft...his blue eyes...so deep...." Chris’ face turned to a dreamy state...
Ginny shuddered for a moment before laughing, "Well I guess if it makes him happy, its not like we haven’t dealt with weirder...and at least you didn’t go after Harry."
"Right, that could have been a distinct possibility."

Mr. Weasley returned home with the normal popping sound that came with apperation, and walked down the short road to his Burrow Home. Behind him was Tonks who, with her wand, was floating along several items, including Chris’ laptop, ps2, luggage, and a bed, which Chris recognized as the bed 'the Prat' had brought to R.U.L.

'Hey my stuff...but why the bed?" Chris said as he stood up and dusted his jeans off

Chapter Three: Lover’s Foolery

Chris followed the two in, his stuff floating behind them. The three entered as wave of heat hit them, the house full of the smells of cooking food and bread. The kitchen was swarming with utensils and pots of steaming food floated about.

Molly was standing above Ron, one hand holding her wand, the other hand flipping through a floating book that was entitled "Cures and Fixes for Magical Maladies"
Though his face was nearly cured, Ron's nose had yet to be fixed. He was still unconscious, breathing easily through his mouth. Harry and Hermione were sitting at the table, talking about how Chris had gotten the broom to work, when Arthur came into the house followed by Tonks then Chris. One look from Arthur at Ron made him chuckle..."He got bludgered by the bludger I see...who was it this time?" Molly snickered at this as Chris blushed...
"It was Chris.” Harry said, a sour look on his face..."Oh ho, so the muggle can use magic. Well then the Minister of Magic would be interested in this." Ginny weaseled in, pushing in between Tonks and Chris..."He is such a media prat...He’s almost as bad as Phlegm..." Ginny folded her arms, as if to defy anyone from challenging her statement. Only the giggles of Chris, Hermione, and Harry met her gaze. Tonks briefly smiled and waved them all good bye before leaving.

"So how is he?" Chris said pointing to Ron, who was now mumbling in his sleepy state. Chris bent down in front of him and looked at him longingly. Ginny looked at Chris expecting something that Chris did not want to think about, but he knew she would be disappointed.

Just then, two popping noises came from outside and the loving couple, Fleur and Bill came in arguing in French.

"Pourriez vous avoir été peu un plus gentil à lui, il est mon père... Je veux dire venu sur... Ainsi il a dit ce qu'il a dit, des thats comment il est." Fluer said loudly, her green eyes and longer hair, now worked into a furrow.

Bill, who was nowhere near as badly injured as Chris had imagined, sternly walked in after Fleur yelling as well "Il m'a appelé un sang de boue, un amoureux de muggle... comme il est tout grand... il m'appelait même un mauvais magicien... J'aimerais le voir obtenir les catégories que j'ai obtenues... Il est celui qui était grossier à moi... Je défendais seulement mon art de l'auto-portrait..."

The two stopped mid sentence as they realized that several people were in the room. Fleur's eyes swelled with tears as she shoved passed a stunned Ginny and ran up the stairs, following Chris’ last lingering things that had yet to float up to his and Harry's room.

Bill continued to rant, though his French was poor, it was getting louder as he went,
"Il m'a appelé un sang de boue, cette secousse... qui il le pense est... tout haut et puissant... La manière qu'il parle un penserait qu'il était un mangeur de la mort." Bill paced back and forth before Arthur stopped him, and placed a hand on his son's shoulder. "Bill, Bill speak English, what happened?"

"Her Father called me a sang de boue un traître, Dad..."....

A confused Ginny looked at them for a moment, her eyes deep in thought trying to figure out what sang de boue was... Chris looked at her and translated "It means mudblood" Ginny, now even more confused began to say "But he isn’t..." A sour look from Hermione told her to stop. Arthur and Bill walked outside their conversation turning to mumbles...

The five of them remained in the Dining room; Ginny smirked at Chris, who was looking at a now groggy, but conscious Ron. Ron reached up to Chris, who was unexpectedly close, and kissed him square on the mouth, to Ginny's delight and giggle fest. Hermione and Harry both sat with their mouths agape. Ginny stopped giggling, as Chris face lit up red, as did Ron's, who just realized who was in the room.

Harry, was now more confused than surprised, as his eyes fell on Ron his best friend...

"Uh...uh what was that?" Harry’s eyes were almost popping out, ready to hit his glasses, as he spoke. Hermione let out a little squeal..."So you’re gay?" Molly and Fleur who were coming down the steps stopped Ginny from nearly letting out a huge yes. Preventing their being seen, Ron and Chris hastily let go of each other. "Um...let’s talk later...ok..." Chris said to which Harry, Hermione, and Ginny agreed.

Chris and Ron were playing cards in Ron's room, crazy eights with a twinge of magic added to them. Laying cards quickly, the heated game was interrupted by the flooding of people into the room. Ginny lead the small group, which consisted of Harry, Hermione, and Bill. Both Chris and Ron looked up at the four of them, Ginny with her hands on her hips and a smug smirk on her face.

"So...Ron, got something to say for yourself?" Ginny seamed enthusiastic about her brother's sex life that it almost leaked from her. Hermione came up behind Ginny, her face smiling as well, and stepped in front of the group blocking Ginny's view.
"Its not like we are against it or anything, but we would like to hear it from you..."

"Um..." Ron looked from one to the next, before falling on Bill's face, which seemed more confused than anyone else did. "Does Bill have to be here?" Ron's face turned blood red....
Ginny looked Ron in the eyes, "Well he aught to know, I mean he’s who I told when I came out for the first time.”

"What?" Ron looked at his little sister, as did Harry, who for some reason was oblivious to the fact that his little sister was gay…"Your bi too...man..." Ron was now awestruck once again with the situation at hand. It seemed that this was even more perilous a path than any other he and his friends had taken...
"Oh come on...its not like it was all that difficult." Ginny had a frown across her forehead. Chris chuckled as he placed down his last card on the pile, finishing the game off..."Come on Ron...why do you think that she didn’t say anything after she caught us in your bedroom..."

A breathe caught in Ron's throat as his face went from embarrassed to outright astonishment..."You knew? How..."

"It wasn’t all that in-obvious.” Chris began to shuffle the cards again, the thwat sound repeating repeatedly on the table.

Ginny took a seat on Ron's bed as did Harry and Hermione, who squeezed in on the end. Bill, who was now starting to comprehend the situation closed the door behind him and took the remaining chair in the room.

"So then, you all know Ron and I are bi, what is the big deal." Chris set the cards down on the table, leaving them face down in a not so even pile.

Ron's face went red again; he was in a situation that he did not want to be in. Bill crossed his arms, and leaned on the back of the chair, his face dissolved of any emotions. "Ron...its nothing to be ashamed of...Ginny told me she was bi just last year." Bill smirked at his little brother... Chris took Ron's hand "No worries, now then guys please don’t tell anyone. I’m sure that Ron would like to tell Molly and Arthur on his own time."

"Uh...yeah..." Ron said his eyes not meeting Harry’s or Hermione’s who were staring at him. Harry had not said anything to his best friend after the incident downstairs. Hermione nudged Harry in the ribs, hoping he would get the hint. Finally, after a long silence Harry looked back and forth between Chris and Ron..."Fine, nothing I can do about it...."
"Heh thanks Harry.

That night Chris stayed the night again with Ron who was emotional about his coming out, and more to the point relieved about it in away. Chris and Ron snuggled under the heavy wool blankets. Chris whispered in Ron's ear, their conversation held in low tones.
"Listen nothing is going to happen...I promise...if something does happen it won’t matter anyways... you three will be going off to fight Voldemort..."

"But...but will Harry want me? I mean he seemed upset or unwilling to accept me...will he really want me with him? Then what about you...I mean you are a wizard...from what we can tell. Not a muggle, the broom incident proves that." Ron's head lay heavily on the down pillow.

"Well I know he will want you, you and Harry are best friends, and there is nothing you two wouldn’t do for each other... I doubt that Harry would let such a thing get in the way of your friendship. As for me, well I do not know...I mean I should probably stay here learn magic, if I can help the wizardying community well then I should. Its not like too many people in the muggle world care about me."

"I...don’t know." Ron's eyes closed as a sigh escaped his lips..."Don’t worry; we can think more on it in the morning." Chris’ arm clasped around Ron's chest, his hand clasped in his.

The next morning, Chris unpacked his stuff, clean clothes and underwear; he had not worn any since Saturday and it was Monday. It was obvious that Chris would not be making his classes, not even that week or the next. Taking out his computer, he set it on the bed next to the still sleeping Ron, and turned it on, surprisingly seeing it blink to life. He had hoped deeply that it still would work in the magical world, in which Rowling had installed so well that electronics did not work.
Opening his web browser and plugging in his wifi card, a connection window came up, "Wireless internet connection successful." "Woot! It works...” His sudden outcry awoke Ron, who turned over groggily "Whaa' works?"...

"My comp...I guess the magnetic shielding I put in it or something allows it to work.”

"A comp? What’s that?" Ron's eyes blinked open, now aware of the L looking thing that was glowing in front of Chris.

"Uh...right...no electronics. It’s a computer..."

"Oh…right..."...

Chris opened his browser and typed in the R.U.L's main website which blinked with a bulletin..."MISSING STUDENT...MISSING STUDENT PLEASE CLICK HERE"
"Oh Allison...Didn’t your dad do a memory modification jinx on the peeps at R.U.L?" Chris clicked the link connecting to the site. An image of a young girl came up. Red black hair that fell to her neck filled the screen, and her name clearly stated, "Samantha Rodriguez"

"Uh yea I think he did...everyone thinks you went back to the states..." Ron was wide-awake now looking at Chris..."What is it?"

“...It’s my...well...little sis..."

"You have a sister?" A voice came from behind him, the door was open as a surprised Fleur walked in, her eyes were puffy and red, as though she had been crying a bit more.

"Um...well no...She is an adopted little sister, sort to speak. You see I talked her out of some trouble and ever since we...well, we are like family. And now she's missing."

"Oh, hey, what is that?" Drawn to the glowing screen of the computer, Fleur left the doorway, to another groggy Weasley. Mr. Weasley looked into the room, seeing the back of the goggling heads of his son and Fleur. As he entered Ron gave a start, and his face went flush, a quick glance to Chris and then back to his father, who had not realized anything about the two of them.

"Good morn'n...eh... Chris...what’s that?" Fleur looked back at him. "Eets eh muggle's ver'ion of mageec, eet has mov'ng images an' everything..." Fleur was pointing at the screen...

"Uh...it’s a computer Mr. Weasley...I got it to work despite the magic about here."

"An electronic? Working here...Oh my..." Arthur was totally awake now, and fidgeting to get a look at the electronic...

Chris pulled up another screen; he had always wanted to do this. "Um, Mr. Weasley I have something for you to see." This to no surprise to Chris Arthur was already standing behind him his eyes wide, behind crooked reading glasses. "Fascinating...and how does this contraption work."

"Um...well it stores information magnetically on a disk, using a binary code and..." Chris noticed the confused looks on the wizards around them, who even if they were awake would not have a chance of understanding. "Um it uses electricity to store information that it reads off of a device in side." This seemed to satisfy Arthur who was tapping the keys making multiple Ks and Es appear, "Marvelous...I want one for my collection of plugs."

Ron whined. "Dad...how does that fit into your collection?" Chris, who saw the immanent argument put his hand up..."Uh Yeah well I can show you how an airplane stays up." Mr. Weasley looked at him, his mouth open and eyes wide. "You mean that contraption.”
"Computer..." Chris interrupted. "Ah yes, yes, Computer...can show me how an airplane flies...please..." He was like a kid pointing and gaping...

"Yeah...but only on one condition...Help me find her" Chris pointed to the screen, to the picture of the girl on the R.U.L website. "She, well she is a friend."

"Yes...I will now show me.”

Chris continued on to open Encarta and opened the full section on airplanes, where after a short tutorial of using a mouse, left the computer to Mr. Weasley who was fidgeting with joy, Fleur standing behind him.

Ron climbed out of bed, and followed Chris out of the room, grabbing a shirt that was on the floor.

Chris and Ron stopped in the hall, running into a tired looking Hermione and Ginny, who were both coming out of their room. "Ohiyo " Chris pulled off before Ginny pushed pasted them and walked down the stairs, a yawn forcing her mouth to open wide. Hermione stopped her hair tousled and messy. "So what’s the commotion in there?" Hermione peered through the door at the Arthur and the anxious Fleur.

"Oh I got my computer to work..."
"You got your computer to work...OO...” Hermione, was now pushing passed Ron and into the room, to see it. Chris shook his head as he turned down the stairs followed by Ron.

"Uh... Chris, is that thing going to eat them or something?" Ron was pulling his shirt on, his voice muffled.

"Huh? No, computers don’t eat, they just use electricity."

"Right..." Ron's instilled tiredness was still lingering. The two boys made their way down to the kitchen and took a seat at the large wood table. Ginny was sitting there already, picking at some soggy toast, and oatmeal. Chris and Ron sat next to each other, and were served promptly by Molly who seemed cheerier than her usual self.
Ron took to inquiring as to what his mum was as happy about as she severed Chris another duo of Gargoyle toast. "Heh...Mum...you look uh...perkier...what gives?"

"I have a surprise for your brother Bill, a big surprise for the wedding." Molly turned again and her face all flustered...as she went back to cooking on the stove. Ron looked to Chris who was training his toast; they were standing on top of each other diving into the oatmeal off his fork, which he held firmly for them.

Breakfast went fast, after Molly tore Fleur, her husband, and Hermione away from Ron's room. Arthur had the look of a giddy schoolgirl, his eyes a glaze as he pondered over the information that he had just received about airplanes. The muggle contraptions relied on air to lift them...and a whole bunch of math behind it that he did not understand. He quickly ate his food, and was off to the Ministry; Chris had only a short moment to remind him about finding Sam. Hermione, who had brought Chris' laptop down, still looking at its screen, sat at the table bemused by the contraption that she had few chances to use even while staying at her parents home. She spent most of the time that morning looking over it leaving Ron and Chris to be alone.
Only once when a small warning came up saying that the battery was running low did Hermione come running to Chris, confused by the small-animated battery that was following over and dying over and over.

“Chris... Chris...your computer is dying...I think..." Hermione rushed into Ron's room, unaware that Chris and Ron were lying on the bed, shirtless. Hermione not even thinking took the computer to Chris and showed him the screen..."What is it...what is it?"

"Uh...well the battery is running low, I need to charge it."

"Oh no... Oh no...We don’t have electricity here." Hermione’s face was a little at a loss, “Sorry for wasting your battery.”

"Haha...nah its cool I have a second one...plus I think that was my bad one.”

"....." Hermione, now taking in the situation in the room, turned pink, in precession to Ron's already flustered face. Getting off the bed, Hermione quickly ejected herself from the room, closing the door behind her.

"Ok...that was odd." Chris said looking to Ron, who was still beat red..."What?" Chris really did not think anything of it...but Ron and Hermione had, had a short relationship that had been touch and go...

"It’s...it’s nothing..." Ron shrugged, and took the comp from Chris, which was still on and connected to the internet. "So this is a computer? I've heard of 'em"
"Well I would have assumed so." Chris stood from the bed, his shorts wedged slightly indecently and grabbed his laptop bag and rummaged about for a moment. Finally, he withdrew another battery, which was square with a plastic cover.
"Give me a moment and let me replace the battery." Ron relinquished the laptop to Chris who popped one of the side slots and placed in the second battery. This made the computer considerably heavier than it was before and when Chris handed it back to Ron, it fumbled and landed awkwardly on the bed. Ron's face went white, as Chris started to laugh. "It’s cool no biggy." Chris took up the laptop and set it up right. Checking his external wifi card, he connected to the internet again. A new banner streamed across the screen when Chris opened the R.U.L. news site, it read:
Local student's disappearance related to another click here for more.

Chapter Four: Lost Searcher or Searcher Lost?

Chris clicked on the link, which brought up a profile of Chris and Sam their pictures posted right their on the web, listed as missing.

"What the hell...." Chris’ reaction was undeniably annoyed...Ron is more confused. "How do they know about you...?”

"Obviously someone is looking for me and Sam...People that didn’t have their memories modified...this needs to be fixed...aagh." Filled by messages from Sam, Chris' email had run out of space, which he discovered as the page finally loaded. The newest one was from his mom who, he guessed, just found out about him being missing. Opening a few from Sam, he noticed that she was very frantic; many of her words were misspelled. Ron was looking over his shoulder, his chin resting on Chris’ shoulder. "It looks like your girl is upset with you..."

"Nah...She is my little sis; she is the girl that is missing. However, from what I got here it seems that a few dark spirits were bugging her and she came to London in search of me. She stole her grandparent's credit card. She’s only fourteen..."

"Then why does R.U.L say she is a student?"

"I don’t know...interestingly enough she could have tried to pass as an exchange student...she knows how to make a fake ID."
Chris’ face contoured and his eyebrows creased in thought, his eyes unfocused in and out, as he concentrated on Sam, trying to connect to her. Sam what are you up to...where are you?


Chris...Help me! Sam's voice echoed in his head ringing louder and louder.

Bent over Chris' face, Ron looked on as Chris awoke. The laptop was off and on the floor, and he was lying on the bed...

"Uhunnn...What happened?" Chris did not even try to get up, his head was buzzing with a dizzying headache.

"You kind of blanked out...I took a min to turn of the computer. The mouse thingy that you showed me wasn't too hard to use..."

"How long?" Chris rose to his elbows, his face coming close to Ron's. "I don’t know a few minutes..." Ron's eyes wondered off to the side of the bed. Chris stole a quick kiss from him..."I have to use one of the brooms, I have to get to Sam."

"Well I'm coming with you. I mean you barely know how to fly..." Harry who had just walked in interrupted him, his hair ruffled, and his pajamas still on, he had not been at breakfast, and the two assumed he was still asleep. "Where are you two going?" His words fumbled through a stifled yawn....

"We are going after a friend. And you’re coming too..." Chris sounded adamant as he stood and pulled on his jeans, and shirt, Ron right behind him..."And we are taking a broom ride."

Harry became alert at the sound of a broom ride, his eyes focused behind his round glasses..."Wait ...broom ride...Why?"

"Come on Harry...we got to help him, it’s his little sis..."

"Who is? What?"

"My little sis is missing after she tried to get to me in London. I need to help her and I'm asking for your guy's help." Chris pulled on his heavy leather boots. "I'm going regardless of what you do Harry...Ron?"

Ron looked back and forth between Harry and Chris, finally stepping up to Harry, "I have to go with him...and we need your help." Ron placed his hand on Harry's shoulder, then walked passed him. Chris smiled. "Come on Harry...it will get us out of this house for awhile...another adventure." Warily Harry sighed. "Fine...Fine...Let me get my broom."



Minutes later the three were downstairs, sneaking around the back of the steps, attempting an escape from the worried eyes of Molly Weasley. Fortunately and unfortunately, Hermione who was still ogling over Chris’ laptop caught them.
"Where you guys off to?"

"Uh...uh." Ron stuttered...
"Broom ride..." Chris said, filling in where Ron left off, "Yeah I'm showing Chris some of the finer techniques to Broom riding." Harry added in...Hermione’s eyes were glued to the glowing screen. "Ah' right...be careful, we don’t want another bludger accident." a quick smirk came across her face. She had found a sight selling several different types of robes and other odds and ends that were to her liking. Her seeming, un-natural, distraction by the computer gave the three boys the chance to evacuate with out incident.

Stealing across the lawn, hiding as best they could, away from the windows, and the constant gaze of Mrs. Weasley, they made their way to the broom shed and removed two brooms. One for Ron and Chris, Harry had retrieved his from his room before they left. Taking off with ease, Chris led the way towards what he felt to be Sam.


Ginny found herself pacing up and down the length of her room. Boredom had set in and the initial excitement of the last few days had worn away. She now felt frustrated; everyone was off doing their own things. Fleur and Bill had made up and had not come out of their room since that morning. She was losing herself...and wanted to do something. Taking a distracted step out of the room, she ran straight into an equally distracted Hermione. In a thunderous thud, the two fell to the ground, Chris’ laptop landing with a sharp crack, which resulted in its screen going blank and a few pieces flying off the machine.
"Oh no...Oh no...Oh no..." Hermione started picking up the pieces, as she saw the wreckage that was the laptop. "Chris is going to kill me..."
"Ow...." Ginny knelt rubbing her bum..."Well you could have watched where you were going..."

"I was...you’re the one who ran into me." Hermione said acidly, more offensively than she meant too...The two of them picked the pieces of the computer up and placed them in a pile on Ginny's bed. "Uh...how are you going to fix it?" Ginny pointed to the many pieces. "Well...I could try a spell I learned awhile ago...let me go grab my spell book..." Hermione ran out of the room and a few moments later returned her arms carrying several books all of them fix it books. "I know I saw it in here...somewhere..." She began to flip through the pages of two of the books, going from one to the next looking intermittently back at one page..."Uuggghhh......I can’t find it...what is wrong with me...." Hermione’s face screwed up like it had when she had found out about Buckbeak's death sentence a few years back.

Ginny took one of the other books and flipped through it finally coming across a spell used to replace and fix puzzles, Infracta Alacota..."Will this work?" Ginny held the book out to the frustrated looking Hermione, who tore it from Ginny's hand..."Yeah...yeah that’s the one." Hermione took out her wand and pointed it to the computer "Infracta Alacota". The plastic bits and pieces reformed on to the computer, it becoming whole once again. "Ok so let’s see if it works...come on come on..." Ginny was being a little giddy as Hermione started to press all of the buttons she could see, nothing worked...frantically she turned it over and around looking for anything she could have missed, unaware of Ginny who had scooted closer to her.
"It won’t turn on...what did I do wrong?" Hermione put the computer down, her frustrated face looking more and more agitated...Ginny's hand inched up to Hermione’s finally clasping in her older counterpart's hand, which felt cold and tight.
"It will be ok...doing worry..." Ginny's face was close enough to Hermione’s that they could have touched..."Ginny...what ...what are you..." Ginny fell into Hermione, their lips touching briefly. A blushing, but wolf eyed, Ginny leaned back, away from Hermione, whose eyes were wide and indecisive...

Chris, Ron, and Harry touched down outside of London, and incidentally, at the end of Diagon Ally. Chris head was buzzing with information. His farsight had definitely developed further, and the magic about him was almost enough to make him sick. The trio walked quickly through the wizard-filled street.

The sight that greeted them, walking into the Twin's shop, was of many different kids buying odd pranks and tricks that the two brothers had concocted. Two his surprise Chris was able to stomach the mulling sensation of the magic tricks while in the shop and more so the feeling of nausea had left him. Harry and Chris waited outside in the shop among the kids, as Ron took to finding his brothers. Which, interestingly enough, were testing the final version of a new prank in the back of the shop.

"So shouldn't you guys be tending to your shop? I mean there are a lot of people out there." Ron turned about a tall tower of boxes to see his brother, George, floating, bloated like a large hot air balloon. Fred was sitting on the floor, taking notes in a notebook, an auto write quill scribbling away. "Oh hey Ron...we're just testing a new product, kind of based off the little incident of Harry's step aunt. Wait, what are you doing here? No Harry, No Hermione?" George mumbled a bit his mouth too swollen to say anything..."Right...here you go..." Fred popped a small piece of candy into his brother's mouth, to which he deflated almost instantly leaving layers of flab and skin, which slowly shrunk back to their rightful place.

Ron snickered at his brother, though grotesque as he looked it was quite funny. "Uh…hehe...I came with Harry and Chris...they're waiting out in the main store."

"Whobla isha Krisha?" George's mouth slurred and flubbed his lips still a bit bloated.

"Well he's um...a friend, a muggle who has recently discovered magic or something to that extent...Dad's been keeping him at our house on the ministry's behalf."

"Wow a muggle...well muggleborns are often the most interesting. Let’s go meet them..." George pointed the way, Ron in front of him, and a shuffling George behind. The three brothers walked through the door that lead to the front were snortals and chuckles came from the many kids who saw the still deflating George.
Chris and Harry, who had stood quietly waiting for Ron and his brothers, turned to see the trio walk out from the back. Chris was now standing at his full height, which was a few inches higher than Harry. He had finally come to control the feeling of nausea by the overload of magic on his farsight.
"There they are..." Chris walked towards them followed by Harry. "So the infamous twins..." Chris shook their hands as Ron made the unnecessary introductions..."Well I've read all about you two...well all of you but that’s beside the point. I like the shop way better than I imagined."

"Uh you've read about us?" Fred asked, confused." I thought you were a muggle."

"Oh...well you'd be surprised what we muggles think we have imagined that is actually real..." Chris went on to explain about the books that Rowling had published. With looks of awe from people around them and more so looks of fear..."...Well anyways yeah so I'm here now and we need your guy's help...a few sneak-o-ears and other tricks could be of use..."

"Right I got you..." George was now wiping the slobber from his face, he had reformed to his normal size, "I think that we can help you out...and I'm guessing you'll need a wand too..."

Chris looked to Ron who shook his head..."Um yeah...I guess I could use one.”

"Yeah we took over Olivander's stash of wands after he left...we found them in storage...we figure we can sell them and then pay him back."

Ron and Harry looked at him astonished faces glaring..."So...that’s where they went...That would explain it." Chris looked at them. "You guys 'ave got the best stash." George took Chris to the back to help him pick out a wand. Harry and Ron looked through the mass of new pranks...

"Um so is this thing going to do the same thing to me as it did to Harry the first time he used it?" Chris held the wand in his hand..." I mean I really have never even held a wand before...not a real one."

"Well we'll find out." George held out a wand to Chris, its gold color was wizened by a long red streak that looked like a feather. Chris took it in hand and gave a small wave, something that he picked up from the movies. A small burst of flamed flickered from its tip, about ten feet away a pile of boxes flew across the room hitting hard against the wall..."Um...is that what’s supposed to happen?"

"Well no...Nevertheless, magic is about thinking as well as using spells... Try it again, focus on what you want it to do." George took out his wand and waved it slightly, a box floated across the room to him, and landed lightly in his hand. "Like that."

"Um ...Right...Ok..." Chris focused his mind, using farsight this time and waved his wand...a box of pranks floated across the room but stopped then exploded sending sneak-o-scopes all over the place. "Oops...sorry..." Chris handed the wand back to him..."Um...well I guess farsight doesn’t mingle well with wands."

"Farsight...where have I heard that before..." George walked to a stand of books, obviously lifted from several other stores that had closed..." Ah right...this book..." He came back to Chris carrying a heavy leather bound book. Opening it with a thump to a middle page, he quickly flipped through the pages. "I kind of got these for Hermione, but I couldn't help looking through them. It says here that Farsight is a form of medium found in magic users...Here you read it you may understand it more." Chris took the book and began to read it..."Ah I see...well that’s a bit interesting...according to this I should be able to use magic with out a wand...and a wand would probably be useless to me...mind if I take this book?"

"Yeah ...I guess it would benefit you more than Hermione right now."

"Thanks." Chris walked to the front followed by George...

*****

Sam awoke to the cry of a small yelping dog at her feet. Her head hung low over the chair; her eyes drooped but rolled to look over the room. A pounding headache had ensued her blurred vision, as the drug that had kept her sedated wore off.
A malevolent sneer crossed her capture's face..."Awake, how fun...I'm glad father isn’t here I don’t think he'd fancy me being with a muggle..." A blonde haired boy walked from the dark shadows of the room, his blue eyes casting over Sam, his ruby lips perked but thin, long corduroy pants were raised slightly in the front, and his shirt was untucked..."Precious little American muggle." He untied the white gag that held Sam's mouth shut to be meet with the most unsuspected..."Malfoy..."

"So you know who I am..." His snide smirk was now gone and a frown that crept across his face. "How does a muggle know who I am...?”
"You retched fowl mouthed heathen, Ill hex you from here to Hogwarts and back if you don’t untie me..."
"Hmm I don’t think that would be a good idea, even if you could hex me...." Draco bent down and forced his tongue into Sam's mouth, in a long-winded kiss..."Your time will come..." He said as he finished. He returned the gag to her mouth, a wild gaze of anger and wretchedness pouring from Sam's eyes as Malfoy walked from the room.

Ron, Harry, and Chris, armed to the teeth with many different gadgets from the twins, and the newly obtained book, found themselves at the end of Diagon Ally and in the Leaky Cauldron. A short meal, with wizards that greeted them with uneasy stares and a continuous on gaze of the muggle would be wizard. Chris’ head filled with the many thoughts about him, some of confusion, others of awe, and even others of utter anger that a muggle was sitting in the bar.

"There seems to be quite a few wizards here that dislike the fact that I'm here, most of them think that muggles are worthless." Chris muttered in low tones as he stared at Ron, trying not to show any emotions. "Not surprising really, since You-Know-Who has resurfaced a lot of his followers, and even those who just don’t like muggles have come out." Harry mashed through his words, his mouth half full with chewed cheese sandwich. "I say lets see what magic you can do...I mean that book that George was so adamant about giving to you must have something in it. You obviously aren't made for a wand."

"Yeah...let’s take a look" Chris pulled the book out of the carrier’s bag that he always kept with him and opened its cracked leather bound cover. Running his hand across the edge of the pages finding the dog-eared page he had left after George had shown him the farsight information, and pulled the pages to the left exposing the old print style. After a few minutes of closer examination of the pages, Chris notice the faint outline of hand written information in the book. Reading what he could, both of the normal text and hand written notes, Chris took a breathe and began to explain what it said to Ron and Harry. "Well it seems that Farsight isn’t all that rare, most wizards who have studied for many years and had mastered the use of non-verbal spells advance to the level of Farsight. It is said, here, those wizards who want greatness often seek it. It can be used to control the very energy that magic is made of. It also says that farsight is rare though in muggles, most of which are born with it. Farsight is considered one of the oldest of magics and that is sometimes passed down muggle family bloodlines, hidden or in recession until something triggers it. Those who master Farsight weather it be natural or forced are often very good magic users, and more adaptable to situations. Being able to think what you want to happen with out the need of a medium must be a very useful form of magic."

"Hmmm....I wonder if Voldemort went after Farsight?" Harry pondered aloud before taking another bite, many of those around them, cringed at the name of He-who-must-not-be-named.

"It’s possible...I remember the hand writing that was used in the movies, and the hand writing in this is very similar. However I'm not sure if the movies’ handwriting is like what the real Tom Riddle's hand writing is like."

"Harry does..." Ron exclaimed..."Let 'im look"

Chris shrugged and pushed the heavy book over to Harry who was taking a drink of butterbeer. One glance and he spewed the butterbeer into open space; a fine mist of sweet smelling liquid rained down on to the table...His eyes ogled for a moment..."That’s not Voldemort's hand writing…that’s Snape’s..."

"Snape’s? It seems he was everywhere...wasn't he? I mean the potion's book you had last year, and the Oclomancy you had with him the year before...which was a gigantic fiasco if you ask me...oi." Chris took a sip of his butterbeer, which he had now become fond of.

Harry's look of surprise lingered for a moment before he remembered the books..."So you know about that...hmm. Well the Oclomancy was a fiasco...he was toying with me."

"Yeah but that little bit out of the peniscive about him being tortured by your dad...well that was funny."

"Holy ... How deep do those books go?" Ron was looking at Chris..."Well a bit. I mean if I had them I'd show you...it tells everything, even about the dark mark and the Tri-Wizard Cup and of course the Goblet of Fire tournament...That was wonderful...wish I could have seen it." Chris’ voice had gained monumental volume, and a small crowed of wizards had gathered...making both Harry and Chris go red with embarrassment. Chris shrugged down low. "Uh I think I over did it shall we go?"
"Uh yeah let’s go..." Harry downed his last bite of sandwich. Ron, who had finished long before his companions stood..."Right." and scooted off his stool.
Chris sucked down the last bit of his soup, and grabbed his unfinished butterbeer. Harry left a few sickles and they walked out of the bar, the book in Chris’ hands.

Consequentially the three had exited into the muggle side of London and outside of Diagon Ally, Ron felt a little uneasy about being on this side. The few times he had actually ventured to the Muggle world outside of going to the train station had been utter disasters. The first being the car incident a few years back, muggles saw Harry and him flying in his parent's car. A few times his brothers had left him on the muggle side, as a joke as well, not all to pleasant experiences either, this certainly made him squeamish if not phobic of being alone with muggles. It was not that he was afraid of muggles, more of him being discovered as a wizard. He certainly did not know how to operate half of what they used.

"Yeah...You guys are going to need something to disguise your selves with...I mean we don’t want people recognizing you two for the real thing...." Chris was laughing slightly as they walked down the street...

"How would they recognize us?" Harry was already gripping his wand, its tip pushing out a small bulge from the inside of his pocket.

"The movies...actually...Rowling got you guys pegged...and the actors are almost like your twins" Chris headed down the street, the bulking book under his arm.
In actuality Chris was quite right, Harry's features, his scare though more near the center of his forehead, were strikingly similar to Radcliffe's and Ron, well Ron was almost perfect to Chris...his eyes were blue, though his height was shorter than Chris had expected. His hair was just as long as Rupert Grint's and was much deeper in its color. Nothing like a carrot top.

Stopping at a used clothing store, the three entered, and a few minutes later exited with caps and sunglasses. Harry wore, a worn black Dodger’s baseball cap, from the US and silver rimmed sunglasses, Ron was wearing a black Bowler and round, Beatle’s-esque sunglasses, and Chris, well he wore a pinstripe fedora, clip-ons covering his glasses.

Ron and Harry followed after Chris, which picked and chose their path, winding up to the R.U.L.. Taking careful to hide himself from the other students. Harry and Ron, who looked perplexed about following, stopped short when Chris shook his head and continued up the sloping drive, they took seats at a small café, which was across the way from the University. Several college kids were there drinking a multitude of drinks, coffee, frapacino, espressos and sodas. Many of which neither Harry nor Ron were privileged enough to have tried. As if on cue, a waiter came out of the building and strode up to their table. His askew, leather vest slated his white apron, filled with paper notes in its two wide pockets. "Hey what can I get for you guys?" The change from being in England too long masked his rough New York accent.

"Uh..." Ron and Harry looked at each other for a moment. "Um one of those...I think.” Harry pointed to a tall glass that had a bluish clear look with bubbles on top..."Ok one Berry Blitzer...and you." The person pointed to Ron, his piercings and spiked green hair wiggling from the exaggerated movement of his dramatic pointing. Ron stifled a small quip of a chuckle as he thought for a moment..."What’s that thing with the foam on top?"

"That would be a cappuccino with whipped cream." The waiter's demeanor was all but happy. "I think I’ll have one of those."

"Right...ok then...BRB...” The chain clad pants clinked as the loaf carried off and back into the crowded coffee shop.

Chris had made his way into the dorms with out having a person recognize him, he even took the repose and didn’t huddle inside of his shirt, which he had done coming onto the grounds. Entering into the main sitting area, which had TVs blaring the afternoon news, and music of English punk rock, He slipped behind the on looking people who were bouncing a beach ball around the comfortably furnished room of leather chairs and cotton clad sofas. Walking past the food center, a glass window and a counter top with a lazy girl behind it, who really did not care for the job, and entered into the restroom. Standing at a urinal he took to taking a piss, to which he had forgotten to do before the three of them had left the burrow. Thinking of where Sam was...his conscious wondered...connecting and intersecting. A quick loud zing, which seemed to rip through his ears triggered as the bathroom door opened. A shorter, but not so chubby Preston, whose eyes were shiftier than Chris could explain, had backed his way into the bathroom, attempting to find sanctuary from the madness of the college students. Not yet noticing that Chris was standing in the same bathroom, Chris squarely announced his presence. "Uh...hey Preston...umm, you here with Sam?"

Hermione and Ginny had distanced themselves for most of the day; the earlier incident had cascaded into a dismal mood between the two of them. Molly, who was in wonder as to why the two friends weren't speaking to each other, and more so, where the three boys had left to, had attempt to cajole the two of them into telling her, but even with her wand in hand, neither of them would speak.......

*

Chris took in the sight of the slightly pudgy, but taller version of Preston; his mouth was agape as looked back at Chris...

"Uh...uh...yeah...I lost her and I don’t know where she was...then I reported her to the school board via telephone saying she was an exchange student."

"Just great...more memory modification...Why did you two come anyways?"
Chris went to the sink and began to wash his hands..."I mean seriously why?"

"Well Sam wanted to come see you...she hates Atlanta...and well I couldn’t let her come alone..."

"So you both snuck with fake IDs to get here...wonderful..."

"Yeah well...you were no help you never AIMed or anything."

"Well I just got my comp back for cripes sake...I've been with the Weasley's for the last week." Chris grabbed several paper towels in his haste..."As it is we need to get you out of here and then find Sam..." Chris headed past Preston and to the door..."Let’s go...move it."

Chris and Preston, found to Chris’ delight, and Preston's utter surprise if not unbelieving stares, a blue-lipped Harry and Ron, who was sipping out of a hot mug of cappuccino, a bit of whipped cream on his nose.

"Well I see you two are enjoying the finer drinks of the muggle world..."
Harry smirked..."Yeah these Berry Blitzer things are great...not as good as a butterbeer."
"Yeah but I think mine isn’t all that great...the whipped cream is good though..." Ron was being stoic...a little wired because of the caffeine...
"Right...well...we have another slight problem...My lil’sis's boyfriend is also here."

"Whot?" Ron spewed coffee across the table, spraying Harry with white brown liquid.
"This would be him...Preston say hi to Ron Weasley and Harry Potter...”
"Duh...duh...Harr...ry...Ron...uh..."
"Don't do that...oi." Chris smacked Preston upside the head..."Mind your manners."
Preston looked back and forth between Chris, and the two characters he had only known from books he had read, and movies he had seen. "So you two done here?"
"Yeah...I guess" Harry looked at Ron with a smug look as he wiped cappuccino and whipped cream from his face and glasses. Standing, the two of them left the cups on the table, placed a galleon on the table and walked off with Chris.
*
The waiter, who had taken care of the two, came by to clean up their table, glad to see them gone. Though exasperated by the two who had seem unawares of the outside world, grew even more annoyed as he picked up the single gold coin, which was left on the table. "Great...fake money...ugh..."
*
Several blocks away Chris finally noticed that Ron had yet to realize the foam still on his nose, and Harry had been snickering...rolling his eyes Chris stepped in front of Ron...and wiped the white foam from his nose..."You looked like you had frosting on your nose..." Winking to Ron he kissed him slightly on the lips...Ron blushed at this as did a wary looking Preston who had not expected it. "Um...yeah...shall we be on our way?" Harry looked awkwardly at them.

The quartet now had made their way to the Leaky Cauldron once more, and obtained a room. Solidarity was a wishful thought only obtained once in their three bed, bedroom.

"Ok so let me get this straight. The wizard world is real; you and everyone else in Rowling's books are real?" Preston looked a little confused...his brain whirring to intake the influx of the news.

"Right...and I am betting Sam knew about it...when she realized that no one recognized me." Chris sat on the far bed, next to Ron. Harry was sitting on the top bunk that was on the other side of the room, and the flustered Preston was pacing back and forth..."And someone has Sam..." Chris finished.

"And what am I supposed to do?"....

"Well for one you can help us find Sam..." Chris looked a little annoyed again, his face furrowed in thought..."You and I can find her... using farsight."...

"But how... I mean she and I don’t have the level of control you do..."

"Well that will change, it seems the magic that is in the wizardying world amplifies and even increases our abilities. Check this." Chris took the book out, and opened it to a page..."Go ahead read it." After a few moments of reading the old English, Preston looked back to Chris. "Um I can’t read this...."

"It says that we farsighters are natural wizards of a higher degree...or more so unwillingly and unknowingly able to do magic with out a wand. With practice we can be as good if not better than Dumbledore..."

"Right but how is that going to help us find Sam..."

"Sam will figure this out...no doubt...and then who ever has her will have a major problem on their hands." Chris took the book back and set it on his bed.
"It also seems that we can also become farsighters..." Harry said, looking towards Ron..."It’s a level of magic understanding in the process of wizardry levels. I figure that with two natural farsighters here we can take a short cut to understanding how to do it."

"But we are going to talk to Hermione' about this." Ron pointed out.

*****

Sam looked out into the pitch-dark closet, the smell of musk and mildew was combined with the sound and smells of stagnant water, which slowly ran down the stall, a pool of slime glooped on the floor. The loose drop or two, falling every few seconds, plopping into the slime pool, a gulping sound emanating through the room.

Grr...I'm so going to kill him, he is nothing like the Felton.

Squirming, her hands tied behind the chair, and her mouth gagged, she tried to force herself free.

Come on.....come on...DAMN IT...COME ON....I'M SO GOING TO HEX THAT LOW LIFE...untie.....break something come on... writhing under the ropes, her hands finally came free, as though the ropes had done as she had told them to. Pulling her hand from the ropes, pounding and burning from the constant rubbing, she ripped the gag from her mouth.

“...Huh...that’s better...now for a way out..."

Chapter Five: Little Sister Little Farsighter

Sam felt around the dark room, her hands catching splinters and her knees skinning as she crawled along the floor, the stench unbearable. Finally, in a systematic way she found the heavy wooden door, its rot-iron handle felt heavy and cold in her hand. Yanking hard, her full weight behind her, the door did not move; pushing struggling, her feet slipping on the wet stone, lead to a tired Sam, and an unbudged door. Nothing came from the other side...no sound, no noise...

The four awoke the next morning, Ron and Chris had slept together once again, which some how surprised Preston a bit. They had packed their few belongings and headed out of the Leaky Cauldron, few wizards had been in the lobby bar, but those who were stared as the two muggles and two wizards strode out the back way. Once again, entering Diagon Alley, Harry and Ron seemed to be an escort for the muggles in their company, and were burdened by the fact that they themselves had to worry about other unforeseen problems. The two farsighters, kept to themselves, muggles in the eyes of most wizards, they knew better, and some time into their small trek a far more alerting sense made them aware of how far their farsights had extended. Both Chris and Preston had stopped, their heads ringing as a blur of images and sounds rushed into their heads...
"STOP IT..." Chris yelled out as he fell to his knees, a continuous stream of thoughts filling his head, far greater than he had ever experienced. Preston followed suit landing into a crumpled heap. Ron and Harry came up to them, and knelt respectively, Ron at Chris' side, Harry at Preston's. Finally, after a few moments, long enough for several passers by wizards to stop and stare at the fallen muggles, Chris and Preston both snapped to light, as though nothing had happened. Chris gripped Ron's hand..."Move it... NOW...” what seemed like a blink of an eye Chris was standing, as Harry helped Preston stand.
"Chris what's happening..."Harry said, Ron looking at Chris... as well... "There is going to be a wizards duel...here and now...Death Eaters..." Preston whispered as if in awe..."Yes...we need to..." But before Chris could answer, his words were cut short as a series of blasts came from a far building, that shot wizard's robes and several bricks from the window. The flailing debris impaled several wizards. A dark mass of a Death Eater engulfed, in shadow, a blond haired Kid, no older than Harry and Ron. A grey smirk was across his pale, ghost like, face.

"Well hello Potter...Weasley...and the Muggle...how interesting.” Malfoy stepped lightly from the rubble, his face a sneer and cold, his eyes dark, and his aura black.

"Malfoy..." Harry hissed, his mouth dry and heavy with breath, wand in hand, poised for anything, Ron was the same, though standing in front of Chris and Preston. Chris flashed through the book, his mind rapidly recalling everything he had read the night before. Slowly he lifted his pendent and turned Preston, holding it in his hand, "I hope this works...you hear me?"

Chris? A startled look came across Preston's face, "Good listen get away while we distract them, and head back to the leaky cauldron."

"What about you?"

"Preston...just go...I can help here...Ill attempt explaining when we get back..."

Preston nodded to Chris, Ron catching the small movement. Eyeing Chris slightly, Ron turned back to Malfoy and his goons.
...
Miles away, and the day before, in the Burrow, Mrs. Weasley jumped as she saw the old grandfather clock's hands move for the three boys. Swirling about in the oddest manner...running up the stairs she busted into Ginny's room, after a minor sweep of the upstairs rooms and downstairs, where she saw an upset Hermione and Ginny sitting on opposite sides of the room.
"Where are they?" Her voice almost cold...
Ginny and Hermione both looked up at the red faced Molly..."They left." Hermione said coldly...

"Hermione!” Ginny casted a long look at her roommate, her eyes wide...

"Where?” her voice was forceful, as Molly took out her wand...

"To go after Sarah...Sora...Sam someone with an S'name..." Ginny looked at her mother, who turned abruptly out of the room and promptly down the stairs.
Hermione and Ginny both looked at each other, and then followed in an instant. Before they had taken three steps, the door to the room closed and locked, a small barking letter came through under the door "STAY HERE" is all it said.

A short red raven black haired, girl in black rimmed glasses, and semi-gothic clothes was sitting next to a long blond haired Brit, in a small pub in London. It was a lively place, filled with blargin and talk, and the tele blaring. Almost instantly, the cute brit fell to the floor, his head writhing and seething...his hands to his head, and his drink spilling as his hand flew over the bar. Michelle fell to the floor after him, picking his head up off the floor, and cradling it in her lap..."Michael...Michael...Uuuhhhh..." Grabbing her purse strap, she placed it in his mouth. People, who were now aware of the event, were gathering about the young man. "Get back..." Michelle barked..."What are you looking at."

Several people gathered around Michelle and Michael, as his seizures stopped. His blue eyes fluttered open, peering up through his blond brown hair, which lay across his face. As though reading Michelle's mind he removed the leather handle from his mouth...” Something...something isn’t right..." He sat up, Michelle supporting him for a moment. The teaming group of afternoon drinkers meandered and wondered back to their places.

"Whaa? I’d say there is you just fell off a stool in the middle of a pub..."

"Well I didn't mean to...we should go before we become more entertainment."

"Right..." The two took up their coats, and headed out the door, just as a media team walked into the room followed by an EMT. Stepping out and onto the front stoop of the building, a broad sweeping stairway that lead to a series of paned windows that framed the front of the Pub, a young kid, with long hair, and a chubby face, ran past them. Followed by a cloak and hooded figure that was a bit taller, As if by instinct Michael chased after the two, followed by Michelle who was confused by the sudden running. "What’s...huh...going on...huh...?” She yelled as they weaved past the mid-day foot traffic. "He's the kid...I ...Saw..."

****

Chris stood ready, Ron was on the ground and up against a brick wall, and Harry was facing off with Malfoy. Chris had one of Draco's thugs on him, its wand out and flinging spells everywhere. He had managed to stop many of the spells, surprisingly by just thinking. The other thug, after stampeding past Ron, had chased after Preston out into the muggle world. Taking his standard fighting stance, he focused on what he needed to accomplish.

"Malfoy you will die for what you did to Dumbledore..." Harry sent a hex flying which Malfoy dodged. "Ha, you can't even hex right..." to which Malfoy answered Harry's hex with his own.

Squaring off Chris looked into the shadowed face of the thug. Its white features and glossed over eyes were deranged, crazy. His wand extended, he whispered into the air as a whir of light flashed. Moving in reaction, Chris dodged and came up with a left hook catching his opponent’s chin, which sent the thug flailing. A quick snap and Chris had de-wanded the thug and had snapped the wand in two.
"Now let’s see how you fight with out magic." Coming up now to the still staggered death eater, Chris caught his knee in a quick hook kick, crumpling him. In a last ditched effort, the Death Eater struck out with his fist that caught Chris in the thigh. Snorting Chris kicked the thug in the face, sending him into darkness. Running to Ron's side, Chris knelt down and picked him up..."Ron...wake up..."

A series of pops issued out of nowhere, as several Auras came out of nowhere, along with Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. Tonks and Madeye had stepped in to help Harry, but before they reached him, Malfoy has appearated. The one unconscious Death Eater was taken into custody, as Molly and Arthur began to chew out Chris and the now conscious Ron.

"How could you leave like that...you had me worried sick...what if the muggles had scene you....or you had been killed...” Molly was hysterical. Arthur was laid back..."You three shouldn’t have left...look at what happened."

"We don’t have time for this there's another Death Eater chasing Preston...." Chris stood and began to run towards the Leaky Cauldron, only to be stopped by Madeye. "And where do you think your going?" His wild eye chasing over Chris’ body.

"Who's Preston?" Mr. Weasley asked forcibly...Chris growled a deep throaty rumble that emanated from his voice." My friend, another one like me...and my missing Friend SAM..." Madeye Moody, though calm and quiet as he was on the outside, was leaping all over the place...This muggle has a huge magic source with in him...raw....and there are others like him?

"Right...right...right..." Arthur was now remembering..."Well let’s go get Preston...right'o...”


Molly and Ron, who were still groggy from being flung against the wall, had appearated back to the Burrow. Harry, was with Tonks, his arm being healed...A quick look from Chris, was all that Harry saw before Arthur, Madeye and Chris were walking towards the Leaky Cauldron.

***

Michelle and Michael had caught up to the hooded man, who had caught Preston with one arm in a narrow alleyway. The man's other arm was holding a dark, pointed piece of wood, high above his head. Preston was pushed up against the dark black brick, his feet off the ground..."Time to die muggle.." the Thug's voice echoed off of the walls. Michael was the first in, barreled towards the cloaked figure, crashing into him like a linebacker. His shorter frame only knocking the Death Eater a few feet. Preston dropped to the asphalt. Michelle had followed in, after catching her breathe shortly. "What’s going on...who is that?"

"I don’t know...." Michael yelled back...Preston looked up...”He’s a Death Eater...”

Chris, Madeye and Mr. Weasley made their way down the muggle street, their odd clothing, which had been created from thin air by means of magic once again, were colorful if not grotesque. Their hurried stance was even more attention grabbing, as the trio headed towards Preston, under Chris’ guide.

Moments later they rounded a corner and into a dark ally, where a young blond guy was thrown from the ally and landed crumpled on the pavement, followed by the familiar figures of Michelle and Preston.

Overlooking the three newcomers Michelle bent down over the groaning Michael. Preston, dazed and confused, finally noticed Chris and exclaimed loudly, "CHRIS!" and fell down. Arthur and Madeye ran down the alley, after a moment's hesitation, in chase of the death eater.

Michelle hearing Preston's exclamation looked up from her fallen friend, to see Chris, his hair longer, his glasses gone, but it was still him.

"Holy Allison!....Chris...What the hell is going on...who the Allison was that, and why in the name of the goddess did Michael chase after that kid."

"Well...it’s um...a long story...let’s get you three to safety. You take Preston, I'll take Mike."

"Excuse me? Huh...” Michelle's eyebrow went up, and her mouth dropped slightly, she looked as though she was going to bitchslap Chris.

"Listen we need to move quickly before the Death Eater comes back, and the only way that is going to happen is if I take Mike, and you take Preston. Now move IT!" Chris knelt down and picked up Mike, who was still awake, but in pain, his left arm broken in two places. Michelle, though perturbed by Chris’ order, helped Preston up and followed Chris.

Weaving back and forth, down one street then an ally and so on, for what seemed like an hour's time, they finally came up to a brick wall, or what looked to be so to Michelle. Chris reached, as it looked to Michelle, into the wall, and opened a door that swung out, revealing a large room with wooden floors and several oddly costumed people.
"Ok go in...Hurry up." Chris nearly barked, as he pointed the way for Michelle and Preston. With an annoyed look of amusement, Michelle, following Preston, walked into the Leaky Cauldron. Chris followed suit-carrying Michael into the wizard bar, and closed the door behind.

"Ok Chris...What the Hell is going on?" Michelle looked pissed, but side tracked by where they were.

"Uh yeah...well...um, Welcome to the 'Real' wizardying world."

Just as Chris had said that, Mr. Weasley walked through the door, Tonks and Harry came through after.

"Ok where is he?" Arthur scowled something that his otherwise normal face wouldn’t have done...”Who...” Chris asked, as he stood in front of the angered wizard.

"The boy..." Arthur pointed at Preston who was now wide eyed and shaking.

"Whoa what do you want with him?" Chris kept in the path of Arthur..."I want to know what he told the Death Eater...and he need's his memory modified."

"Uh Huh...Nnno" Chris shook his head, "He is like me, as is Sam, and Michael over there...and Michelle, well no doubt she is at home here, You ain't modifying any memories here."

Preston...listen something is wrong with Mr. Weasley...you understand?

Yeah.... Preston looked at Michelle, who was staring at Harry and Tonks, and tapped her on the shoulder...

Whilst Chris was in the action of distracting, Mr. Weasley and Tonks, Preston relayed Chris’ message to Michelle, this however, seemingly brought Michael back from being unconscious. "...there’s something wrong with Mr. Weasley...we are going to have to run if Chris can't stop him."

"Aaaooowww...uhnnn." Michael's eyes opened, as he gingerly cradled his arm. "He's right..." He whispered...Michelle looked at the two of them, trying to figure out how they knew this...finally she nodded...” Right...”

Tonks had stopped Harry and Malfoy had escaped because of it. Though his thoughts were on the earlier bout, his attention had drawn to the three new muggles, and more so, the odd behavior of Mr. Weasley. Turning his head to Tonks, as though he was going to whisper, Harry asked about Arthur's odd behavior. "Doesn't Mr. Weasley seem a little not himself?"
"Yeah...I wonder if something happened to him, and where’s Moody?"

“...YOU MUGGLE!" Mr. Weasley broke the silence of the room, his heated words startling everyone. Arthur raised his wand and began to fire every jinx he knew at Chris. Which were counterjinxed by Chris himself. Somehow, though still limited, his farsight had extended...allowing the telepathic connection, and magic use. Finally, Chris attempted his own jinx, which backfired and knocked both himself and Mr. Weasley to the floor. Tonks was on top of Arthur in seconds, stopping him from reaching his wand.

"There is definitely something wrong with him." Harry blurted, as Tonks was binding his hands. "Yes and that means something is diffidently wrong with Moody."

"Uh....gha..." Chris coughed as he set up on one elbow, "I know...cuf...What happened" Chris held his sleeve to his mouth, "And I bet Michael does too...Arthur is under the Imperious curse...it’s not really him there. And Moody...well Moody is most likely dead."

Hermione and Ginny, locked in their room for the better part of two days, systematically dwindled their resources of entertainment and were left depressed and bored. Their affronted solitude, consequently, lead to a heated fight between the two girls.

"You Witch's wart, low some vile little creature...” Hermione had her wand out, squared off with Ginny's. The beds were in tatters and their belongings spewn across the floor.

"You're the one who cheated, or did you forget already?" Ginny spat across the room, her mouth now where near as forthright as Hermione’s.

"Yeah...yeah well you made the pawns come to life and attack me...and I didn’t cheat I only used a normally not used rule...”

"You and your Rules...gag...you know if we hadn't followed the rules we would be out there with Ron and Harry...but no...They always get the adventures."

"Feck off you little prat..."

"Phlegm" Ginny stuck her tongue out...

The two girls took separate sides of the room and leered at each other.

What seemed to be hours, passed, the two passing the time, claw's reach apart. Finally, out of the need to use the privey, Hermione set to work on unlocking the door. After the time tested spells did not work, she retired back to her schoolbooks attempting to find a way out. Ginny who noticed this, pulled out one of the twin's old books, and handed it to Hermione, her lips sealed and her eyes set solely on the lock. Night had fallen on the burrow before the two witches were successful in opening the door. When the door clicked open, the two girls cheered. Ginny had leapt up, as did Hermione, both embracing in a hug.
Hermione pulled back, a moment later, and reached for the doorknob. With no hesitation, Ginny kissed Hermione again, stopping her trek to the privey. Their lips locked, as Ginny slipped her tongue ever so slightly into Hermione’s stunned and open mouth. After her short moment of surprise, Hermione closed her eyes, pulling into the kiss.

Few long moments followed their embrace, before Hermione rushed out the door and down the hall and into the bathroom.

Ginny could not help but laugh at Hermione, who was blushing whilist trying hard not to pee her pants.

This post has been edited by Lady Goldylocks: 24 June 2009 - 06:40 AM

[PompousOnly]

Wow not a comment...so surprising...

[.:Arget Skulblaka:.]

I like it! Write me more! Clever idea.

[.:Arget Skulblaka:.]

The bi Ron and Chris is a bit strange, but it works. Keep it up!

[PompousOnly]

Well this is a Slash Fanfiction.

[mtbanger]

IT is pretty well written, though there are a few parts that are OOC, specficaly with Hermaione

"You Lousy Little Muggles..." Hermione blurted out in a frustrated angry voice

Definately does not sound like something she would say. Also the use of the word 'blurted' is questionable there, sneered or something like that would have quited better.

Aside from a few poaints of OOCishness aside from the slash, obviously ) its well done.

[PompousOnly]

Please be aware that this story is supposed takes place outside the "jkrishness" of the story. Not all the characters are the same. Hence the timing, age of characters, and so on.

[mtbanger]

I do realise this, but I find it hard to Imageine that Hermione would ever think, or act, like that.

This post has been edited by mtbanger: 29 May 2007 - 09:45 PM

[PompousOnly]

Well my version of Hermoine does, she's more human, and actually shows her frustration. (Like the Hermoine of the movies more than of the book.) You wouldn't think that she'd go and hit Malfoy but she did.

[Malachi]

Have you no shame? Geez, this is worse than Orik's Bow.

[.:Arget Skulblaka:.]

^On the contrary, keep writing.

[Malachi]

It's bad characterization, bad writing, and it's Slash, which basically automatically throws it from the realm of potentially decent fanfiction to the realms of darkness. Frankly, any sexual fanfic does that, especially when it's for a series like Harry Potter.

[Arthryn]

What's wrong with sexual fanfics? I happen to write a lot of it myself, and its not all totally trashy like you make it out to be. When it's done well it's awesome. Eyes' definitely isn't as trashy as some of the crap out there, still no piece of literature by any means, but decent for what it is. And if you don't like it, as you had previously said, then just don't read it. It's really not that hard for most people.

[Malachi]

It's bad characterization, mostly. It doesn't fit with the characters. That's my primary beef with it. I also don't think this should really be on this forum.

This post has been edited by Malachi: 30 May 2007 - 03:27 AM

[Rock Not War]

Why shouldn't it be on this forum?