"Temporal Boundary Invasions": Chapter XV - Happy F'ing Birthday

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Title: Harry Potter and the Temporal Boundary Invasions
Chapter Title: XV - Happy F'ing Birthday
Fandoms: Harry Potter/multiple
Story Rating: PG-13
Chapter Word count: ~7,961
Warning(s): Coarse language, violence.
Summary: Harry is pulled back in time to the 3rd task after defeating Voldemort years into the future. Momentarily confused, he sets out to make a few changes. Stumbling on a powerful magical artifact, however, sends him off in a few VERY unexpected directions. Warn: SLASH, M/M, Part I: Encounters with an up-and-coming Muggle rock band.
Disclaimer: See first chapter
Chapter Summary: Harry's fifteenth... or twenty-seventh birthday lives up to a dubious distinction, as several unwanted guests show up...






XV: HAPPY F'ING BIRTHDAY
OR, HARRY'S BIRTHDAY LIVES UP TO A DUBIOUS DISTINCTION

July 31, 1995
Harry was up long before anyone else in the trunk. His birthday was one particular day he actually loathed, considering the dark memories that it dredged up. He knew the others would make a big deal about it, and if he had his way, he would just find a hole somewhere and hide for the day, not show his face until it was long passed.

For now, he moved into the back of the study, the borrowed journal in hand, so as not to disturb Matt, who was still in a dead sleep-he and his band mates had been up late the previous night. Birthday or not, there was still studying to do… or more accurately, practice. He had still not mastered the doppelganger charm, yet, more importantly, now they had the second trunk, Harry could move his attention to the primary reason for borrowing the journal: a Room of Requirement.

The details were quite elaborate, laying out dozens of steps, and a number of required items. Most importantly, blood from a magical creature-a dragon's would be best, but there was no way he would be attempting to procure such an item. A handful of soil-the instructions clearly stated the soil must not have been conjured or obtained by magical means. Six ounces of water, also obtained without magical means, and an ordinary candle. 'The four elements, of course,' Harry realized, reading further into the instructions. The candle would be blown out during the creation ritual, completing the four elements, his breath being 'air'. It was elemental magic, he realized.

The bulk of the process involved nearly a hundred runes, which he would have to write around the door frame leading into the room he wished to use. That meant creating another room, but that wouldn't be an issue, now that he had the second trunk.

His reading was interrupted, as Kreacher appeared with a light POP. "Breakfast is being ready," he croaked.
"Thanks. I'll be out in a second."
"Miss Granger and Mister Wheezy is looking for you."
"Not surprised." Harry had to suppress a grin, at Kreacher's pronunciation of Ron's name. "Is Matt up yet?"
"He is already having breakfast. Master Tucky's not a Muggle anymore, he isn't."
"You can tell, too?"
"Kreacher is feeling master Tucky's magic growing. It is unnatural," spoke the elf, darkly.
"Kreacher. I know it's not exactly normal. But it was the only way I could save his life. Don't look at him badly because of it, he's one of my best friends."
"Kreacher understands," answered the elf, then to himself, "Muggles becoming wizards… Oh, what would mistress say?" he vanished with a loud POP. Harry only shook his head, packing up the journal and the few sheets of paper he was scribbling notes on, then made his way out to the dining room.

"Harry?! Where were you?" Hermione demanded, as he stepped into the room.
"In the study," he answered, taking a vacant seat at the table, which happened to be beside Matt.
"Happy birthday, mate," said Matt.
"Thanks."
"Yes, happy birthday, Harry," Hermione added. The others quickly added their birthday wishes, as a plate appeared in front of him.
"So… Mr. Tuck… will you be serenading Harry with the birthday song later?" questioned Hermione.
"No. I don't think he'd actually like that."
"Oh come on, that's playing a spoiler is it not?"
"I thought you guys knew him better than that," said Matt, with a shrug, "I've only known him a week or so and I know for a fact that's the last thing he wants right now."
"And Matt would be right," said Harry, quietly, "You know the one thing I'd like to do today?"
"Go flying?" questioned Ron.
"Right in one," said Harry.
"Flying on what?" Padge piped up.
"What do you THINK?" questioned Matt, "Think about it… wizard, witch…"
"Oh. Right."
"Well… we could go to the Burrow," said Ron, "Mum and dad are at Grimmauld Place, and so is Ginny. Percy… Percy is-"
"A prat and a git," George scowled, between bites.
"And he's got his own flat in London," Ron continued, "So we'd have the place to ourselves."
"No. If we go, I'll have your mum's permission. I'd rather not invade your home without your parents not knowing." Harry pulled a blank page of paper from the journal resting beside the plate, scribbled out a half-page note, and checked the time ('9:21 a'). "This will be a bit of a test. See how much I can actually trust your mum and dad over Dumbledore."
"Harry! you should know the answer to that, mate!" Fred looked slightly put out by the suggestion, as did his twin.
"I have to be sure. Fawkes?"

It took a minute, but the brilliant red bird appeared in a flash of flames in front of Harry, looking at him expectantly. "Do you mind delivering a letter for me?"
oOo
Arthur Weasley had only just arrived at his small office that better resembled a broom closet, when Fawkes appeared in a brilliant flash of flames.
"Another note from Dumbledore, is it?" Arthur questioned. The bird only shook his head, lighting over to his overflowing inbox. 'Who else would it be from,' he wondered, accepting the scroll. Coming with Fawkes, there would be no reason for it to be dangerous.

Mr. Weasley,
Consider this a sort of test. As you know, today is my birthday, and Ron has given me a suggestion on what to do. I'm not looking for a huge party or the sorts, rather, just an opportunity to spend some time with my friends.

This is where the test comes in. It's a test of trust. I know Dumbledore and the order are looking high and low for me, but at this stage, I'm not ready to deal with his overbearing, manipulative manner.

So I ask a question. I would like to visit the Burrow for the day, perhaps go flying with Ron and his brothers and sister-you and Molly would be welcome as well, of course. I understand if you say 'no', but if you say 'yes', and you inform Dumbledore or any other Order member, I will not be able to trust you again.

You can send your reply with Fawkes, I've asked him to wait.

I hope my trust is well placed,
Harry Potter

Arthur started. 'Merlin's beard!' he thought, having to read through the letter a second time. What was that boy up to? Yet, he had been very specific. No contacting the Order or Dumbledore. Why not? Of course, that would make sense. Yes, the aging headmaster was somewhat of a master manipulator at times, was he not? He let out a breath he realized he had been holding, and fled the room, leaving a rather confused phoenix sitting on top of the inbox on his desk.
oOo
It was nearly 10 am before the phoenix returned with a shortly written note.

Harry,
We would be honoured for you to come for a visit this afternoon. Molly has already floo'ed home with Ginerva; they both insist on at least having cake, we do hope you won't mind.

Molly was rather insistent on telling Dumbledore, but I was very clear she was not to, and barring an accidental visit, no one from the Order will be there, save for us.

Arthur Weasley

"Great! Looks like we're invading your place this afternoon, Ron," Harry grinned, folding up the letter. "Thanks, Fawkes." The bird only nodded, and again vanished in a burst of flames.
"What about Sirius?" questioned Hermione.
"I'll leave a note on the coffee table in front of the floo letting people know where we are."
"We could bring our gear along," Padge offered.
"You guys will NOT be playing 'happy birthday', or so help me it'll be the last thing you play," Harry vowed.
"Err… right."
"And just beware, dad will be all over you guys… fascination with everything Muggle and so on," Ron warned. That got a snicker from Harry.

Once they had finished lunch, Harry sent Ron to collect the trunk from Grimmauld Place and floo to the Burrow with it. They decided it best he place it in his room, so to be out of the way.

Ron returned a few minutes later through the hatch, then used the floo so his arrival wouldn't startle his sister or his parents. It also gave him the opportunity to make sure there were no unwelcome visitors at the Burrow, although he did have full faith in his parents' word. Ron quickly returned to the trunk, and let everyone know it was fine.
"Great. Let's go, then. Matt… hold on to me this time and don't move until we're done… well… moving," Harry instructed, "Padge go with Ron, Jay with Hermione, and…"
"I'll take Moose," offered George.
"Same rules, guys. Don't let go or move until you're pushed out of the grate, and you won't land on your arse. Ready?"
"Yeah, guess so," answered Matt. Harry nodded, and grabbed a handful of floo powder from the container beside the fireplace. He flicked it into the fire, causing it to turn a brilliant green. "The Burrow!" He called out, and dragged Matt into the flames with him. They vanished.

Even with the careful explanation, the pair still ended up being ejected from the floo to skid across the floor in a heap. Harry silently cursed himself, since it had been he who had moved, rather than his passenger.
"So… much… for not moving…" Matt managed, and fell into a sneezing fit, from the soot he had managed to inhale. He suddenly found himself hoisted back onto his feet. "Scourgify!" someone had spoken, and the ash had vanished from his clothes.
"Harry!?" A middle-aged, plump woman with a kind face and red hair had seized his friend in a tight hug. "How are you dear? Happy birthday!"
"Thanks, Mrs. Weasley… now if… I can breathe…" Harry managed. Just then, the floo fired again, and Ron emerged from it with Padge in tow. Molly broke her bone-crunching embrace, to stare at the second stranger who now stood in her kitchen. Ron only pulled Padge off to the side, as the floo fired yet again, expelling Hermione and Jay. They, in turn, stepped aside, as the floo fired once again, this time emitting George and Moose. They too shifted away from the floo, as it fired one final time, and Fred stepped out.
"Merlin's beard, Harry, where've you been hiding everyone?" Arthur questioned, although Harry knew he was kidding.
"I'll explain in a moment. First. My new friends. This is Matt, Padge-or Michael, Jay, and Moose-another Michael… you can see why they go by their nicknames," Harry introduced. "Guys, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley."
"Oh, call me Molly, dears."
"And you can call me Arthur." A round of hand-shakes ensued.
"Come have a seat, then," said Molly, "Has everyone had lunch already?"
"Already covered," answered Harry, "We ate just before we floo'ed in."
"You're eating well, then?" questioned Molly, as Harry took a seat at the table. Matt quickly followed, occupying the seat beside him. The others filled in after.
"Harry, where have you been?" Molly questioned, "Albus has the Order scrambling and has since the dreadful incident at your relatives'."
"I'm sure he has, Mrs. Weasley," answered Harry, "But if I'm gonna tell you, I need a wizards' oath from the both of you that what I reveal here won't get back to him."
"A wizard's oath? What on earth for? Surely-" Arthur began, but Harry held up a hand. "I know I can trust you guys, but there are some things that aren't covered by trust. You both know Dumbledore is a powerful legilimens, right?" Both Molly and Arthur nodded. "So how long do you think my secrets will stay secrets?"
"Point conceded," said Arthur, drawing his wand. "I, Arthur Weasley, swear on my magic, that I shall not reveal anything about to be revealed to me by one Harry Potter. So mote it be."
"So mote it be," said Harry, and the golden strand of magic buried itself in his chest. Once Molly had done the same, Harry said, "If you were to go up to Ron's bedroom right now, you would find a second trunk resting where mine ordinarily would when I've spent time here. I've replaced my old school trunk with one far more useful."
"Useful… bleedin' Christ, he's got a whole flat in there," Padge muttered.
"Is that so?" Arthur raised an eyebrow. "Well, then. That would explain your disappearance, then!"
"Sirius knows about it, as does Snape. But otherwise, you guys are the first outside members of the Order that know about it."
"Snape? Why would you allow him-" Molly began, clearly unnerved at the idea.
"If you'll let me explain fully. Better yet. I can share memories with you, it'll take less time, as I'd like to spend my afternoon doing something less stressful."

Harry did exactly the same thing with Molly and Arthur as he had done with Fred, sharing a lengthy stream of memories, covering both his 'future', and his recent incursion into a parallel universe. He then sat back, allowing them to absorb and think about it, something which seemed to take longer than when he had done it with Fred.
"Oh, Harry…" Molly finally managed, and looked as if she wanted to swallow the boy in a massive hug. Harry only smiled grimly, gesturing to himself, and restoring his 'older' appearance. "This is what I truly look like."
"Now we understand why you aren't all that anxious to speak with Dumbledore," said Arthur. Both he and Molly were startled by Harry's drastic change in appearance.
"But as I said, he can't keep away from him forever, he will have to face him sooner or later," Hermione interjected. Harry nodded, saying, "And like I said before, I know that. Thing is, I want that meeting to be on my terms, not his. I'm twenty seven today, not fifteen. But most of you at this table know Dumbledore won't ever see it that way."
"You see him as a threat, then?" questioned Arthur.
"NO! No, definitely not," answered Harry, a little more sharply than intended, then, "He's got his own agenda. Lots of things that involve me, but definitely his own agenda. I need him as an ally, not someone who's gonna meddle with things, keep secrets from me. That's how people get killed, and incorrect conclusions made. You all saw how Snape killed him. I thought for certain Snape was purely evil… a totally wrong assumption, but all the same, that's how I looked at him. I know that couldn't be anywhere near the truth, and I've told him so."
"But Harry…"
"I trust him. He did his best to keep the school safe when Death Eaters roamed the halls for a number of years. Only when Voldemort was down to his last Horcrux, did I finally understand his real motives and his true allegiance. I didn't share any of that with you guys, because it's not my story. It's Snape's-although you'll be very lucky should you ever get him to tell it." Just then, the floo fired, and a head appeared in the flames. "Harry?"
"Jiro," said Harry, then turning back around, "Mrs. Weasley, there's two others in my trunk. Is it okay if they come through?"
"Yes, of course, dear."
"Great. Bring Zack as well."
"Be right there." Jiro's head vanished. Moments later, the flames roared to life a second time, and two men stepped out of the fire. Both looked much like the other new faces Harry had introduced.
"Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, this is Jiro and Zachariah Kane," Harry introduced, "Jiro and Zack, this is Molly and Arthur Weasley."
"We know," said Jiro, taking the final seat at the table. He shifted several moments, as his close proximity to Matt was making him uncomfortable. Zachariah stood directly behind him. Molly looked at the guy quizzically, then it dawned on her.
"Yeah, we're bonded," said Zachariah, catching Molly's glance.
"Oh, I don't have an issue with it," said Molly, "For how long?"
"Three years, ma'am," answered Jiro, then to Harry, "Happy birthday."
"Thanks. Yes, the reason we're here. Ron suggested we go flying this afternoon, make use to the Quidditch pitch."
"I think that will be all right," said Arthur, "Molly and Ginerva do plan on making a cake for you at least."
"Don't go out of your way."
"Oh, it's not a bother, Harry."
"Not that I could ever turn down any of your cooking, Mrs. Weasley," said Harry, standing. That got a bright smile from Molly. Harry went over to the floo, and activated it. He stepped into the fire, stating, "Harry Potter's trunk!" and vanished.

He returned about a minute later, with Sirius in tow.
"And how long have you known about this, Sirius?" questioned Molly.
"Since the second day of summer vacation," answered Sirius. "I was just about to come through, when Harry come back."
"If I'm gonna go flying, I need something to ride, right?" He had his Firebolt gripped in his right hand.
"So… you truly fly that," said Padge, gesturing to it.
"Harry's a great flier, youngest seeker in a century," Ron piped up.
"Only beaten once to the snitch," said Fred.
"By his boyfriend nonetheless," George added.
"Guys! That was an accident. Had it not been for the Dementors, that wouldn't have happened! Come on, let's go outside." It was clear the mention of Cedric had not helped any.
"If flying's the plan this afternoon… I'll be right back," said Jiro, standing. 'Of course he'd have a broom of his own,' thought Harry, as he left the house.
"If we knew where… we could set up our equipment," said Jay, as he followed.
"Speak to mum," suggested Ron.
"What sort of equipment?" inquired Arthur.
"We play music."
"Really?"
"Err… their music is-" Harry began, but Ron cut across him, "Wicked!"
"Later, guys," said Harry, "Come watch us play." He held the broom level, and straddled it, getting curious looks from Jay, Padge, and Moose.

Harry was surprised feeling a sudden weight on the back. "Err…"
"So… how fast can you go?" Matt questioned, slinging his feet up in the stirrups beside Harry's. His band mates were muttering in protest, but Matt had tuned them out.
"You really wanna find out?"
"You ever rode a rollercoaster?"
"Err… no. Hold on," Harry warned, as they rose in the air. Matt wrapped his arms around Harry's midsection as they did so. Another sharp movement, and the broom shot forward, rapidly gaining speed.
"How fast can it go?"
"About a hundred and fifty miles an hour," answered Harry, having to almost shout to be heard.
"Damn."
"Sirius bought it for my when my old broom got wrecked… like Fred and George said, the only time I ever lost a game."
"This 'Quidditch'… it's a sport then."
"Yeah. C'mon, that's what the others are doing," said Harry, pointing to a fenced-off area not far from the house. Sure enough, the rest of the Weasley kids present-including Ginny-were already mounting brooms of their own. Harry aimed the broom in that direction, and stopped just over the small pitch.
"Let me off, then," said Matt.
"Actually…" Harry smirked, "No. Better to see from the air, I think."
"…"
"What… scared?"
"No." Just then, Ron had floated up to them on his own broom. "You gonna play with a passenger?"
"Yeah, thought I would," Harry smirked.
"Mental…" said Ron, as he zoomed off.
"Knew you'd turn up eventually, Potter." Harry spun to find Bill floating alongside his opposite side. He almost lost control of the broom.
"Harry… don't lose it on me here," said Matt, reminding him he had a passenger.
"Bill! Where… what…"
"I happened to floo home for a late lunch and a visit with mum, of course." The eldest Weasley flicked his pony tail back where it belonged.
"Bill… I didn't… Merlin's balls…"
"Why are you avoiding the headmaster? And bloody hell what's happened to you?" he gestured at Harry's changed appearance.
"It's a long story. One I'm not ready to share with a number of people just now."
"And am I included in that?"
"If you can't keep a secret, then yes. I need a wizard's oath from you, just like I've asked from your parents." Bill only nodded, and without hesitation, gave a wizard's oath much like his parents had.
"Great. See, that's why I love your family so much, Bill. I don't like going around Dumbledore, but sometimes…"
"He needs to keep his meddling hands to himself?" Bill finished.
"Exactly. So you guys all understand what I mean. They all mean well, but… as you can see, I'm by no means a boy, never have been. I turn twenty seven today, not fifteen."
"Ah. The picture becomes a little clearer."
"Oi! Are we gonna play or what?!" came Fred's voice from below them.
"I'll explain everything later, okay? There's a few things you need to know in addition as it is," said Harry.
"I would gather your passenger is included in that?"
"Yes… for now, Bill, this is Matt Tuck. Matt, this is Bill… I've told you about him."
"Pleasure," said Bill, as they shook hands.

They played Quidditch for a good portion of the afternoon, with Hermione and Matt's band mates watching. There weren't enough people to form proper teams, even with Bill's arrival. They made do, having only one keeper, and no bludgers. Ginny decided she would play seeker as well, and she was no slouch, giving Harry a run for his money. They finally called it quits, seeing Molly and Arthur setting up several tables near the garden. Harry and Matt set down not far from the other members of the band.
"Did you guys speak with Molly?" questioned Harry.
"No," said Padge.
"Now's a good time, she's setting things up-really hope she's not going overboard."
"Why do you hate your birthday, mate?" questioned Jay.
"Voldemort terrorized me eight out of eleven years in my future."
"Oh."
"Not exactly nice memories," said Harry, dismounting the broom. "Matt… shift ahead a bit."
"What for?"
"I'll teach you how to fly it. I mean, after all, any self-respecting wizard should know how to fly a broom." That got a few sniggers from his band mates.
"Very funny…" Matt muttered, shifting ahead so Harry could climb on behind. "Guys… go see where we can set up."
"Set up what?" Bill was again hovering only a few feet away on his broom.
"They're a Muggle heavy metal band," Harry supplied, as the others made off for the tables near the garden.
"Really?"
"Unlikely you'd know them… they're from another world." Bill arched an eyebrow at this, and said, "I take it that will be part of your explanation?"
"Yeah. Right. Okay. To get us in the air, you do this…" Harry adjusted Matt's hands to the right spot on the broom, and pulled up. They quickly rose into the air, and Harry put his feet in the stirrups. Bill followed.
"Now… getting us moving is like this…" Harry again adjusted the position of Matt's hands. "Now lean forward… not too fast!" The broom had lurched forward. "The more aggressively you do that-"
"The faster we go?"
"Right. Lean back…"
"And we slow down."
"Exactly… perfect pace. Now… slowly lean left… exactly. That's how we turn. And to the right…"
"Blimey, Harry, you could probably replace Madam Hooch," said Bill.
"Not likely."
"Who's that?" questioned Matt.
"Flying instructor at Hogwarts. She also referees our Quidditch matches," answered Harry. "Right. The thing to remember, is the more aggressively you move on the broom, the more aggressively it will respond."
"So if I do this…" Matt leaned forward aggressively. They were gone like a shot, and he felt Harry tighten his grip around his midsection.

For Harry, it had to be one of the scariest broom rides he had ever been on, as Matt pushed the Firebolt to its limits, engaging in a series of steep climbs and dives. He could have swore the guy had done at least one loop-the-loop. Maybe he was only imagining it… although they had rolled completely over and back at least six times.

They finally come to a stop just short of the tables. Most of the others had gathered to watch the 'show', and at least a few were less than impressed.
"Err…"
"Well, you said you'd not been on a rollercoaster before," said Matt, with a shrug.
"Bloody hell, I think I left my shadow somewhere up there," said Harry, shaking his head.
"You should see how he drives, mate," Padge piped up.
"Still, it's no excuse, Mr. Tuck!" Hermione huffed, "You could have been killed! Harry could have been killed!"
"Hermione's right. Harry's important to our world. Doing things such as that… oh Merlin," said Molly, equally appalled at what she had just witnessed.
"Oh come off it! The last thing the guy needs is to be coddled, for fuck's sake!" Matt snorted, reaching back to his back pocket for his cigarettes. That was almost as good as sex! Harry had shifted back to give him more room. "Thanks."
"I thought that was wicked," Ron threw in, "I mean, first time in control of a broom and all!"
"Ron, it's not funny! Harry could have been killed!" Hermione huffed, as Matt lit his smoke and took a drag.
"It was scary as hell, but I liked it," answered Harry, with a shrug, "I actually needed that." Molly was mortified by that comment. Never mind Matt's appalling language…
"Yes, I must agree with Molly on that, Harry." They boy-become-man swung the broom around, causing Matt to almost drop his smoke with the abrupt movement. Sure enough, one of the last people he wanted to see that day was standing a short distance away, having come out of the house. Dumbledore was joined by Snape, McGonagall, Tonks, Remus, and Moody.
"Happy birthday, Harry," spoke Remus.
"Thanks, I guess," said Harry.
"Indeed, happy birthday, Harry," said Dumbledore, "You've been most difficult to locate."
"I've had my reasons, sir," answered Harry, "Voldemort regaining his body -again- is one of those."
"Yes, and being out in the open such as you are right now is inviting trouble," spoke Moody.
"So you'd have me locked up at Grimmauld Place, kept in the dark about things instead?"
"We're only looking out for your safety, Harry," spoke Tonks.
"Yes, and we know how long it would be before he goes spare," said Sirius, who had stepped out of the house bringing a plate of snacks.
"Matt… here. I'd say be careful, but… just don't kill yourself," said Harry, dismounting. Matt only smirked, and was gone like a shot.
"Allowing a Muggle to fly a broom? Oh dear," said McGonagall, pursing her lips.
"Indeed, how is it a group of Muggles have found their way here?" inquired Dumbledore.
"Because they're a few very close friends now," answered Harry, curtly, "Professor, there's a bunch of things you don't know just now… and frankly I wasn't ready to tell you. Now since you're here… I can't exactly avoid it… Kreacher?!" Harry called. The elf popped in front of him.
"Harry call for Kreacher?" questioned the elf.
"Could you retrieve my pensieve for me?"
"Kreacher is fetching it right away!" the elf bowed low and vanished.
"Like everyone else up to this point, I need a wizard's oath from all of you that whatever I'm about to share remains a secret… Professor Snape excluded, I already have his oath."
"Indeed?" Dumbledore raised an eyebrow. Severus already knew Harry's secrets? Dumbledore nodded to the Order members with him, and each of them gave their oaths of secrecy.
"Just maybe this won't be as painful as I expected," said Harry, as Kreacher reappeared bringing the pensieve.
"Shit," Harry cursed. The small vial he needed containing the memory was still in his room-Kreacher wouldn't know where that was. "I'll be right back." He twisted on the spot, and vanished with a slight POP.
"How long has he known how to apparate?" inquired Moody.
"I've no clue," answered Sirius, with a shrug, "It's something he hasn't explained."

Meanwhile, Harry quickly located the required vial-it had been stowed in his potions stores, but out of sight. Stepping back into the common room, he quickly added the list of names who now knew of Harry's secret to the floo. No sense in keeping them out at this point, he decided. He had no clue how vital that decision would be in only a matter of minutes. He apparated back out to the yard, where everyone was still gathered.
"How long have you been able to apparate, Harry?" questioned Dumbledore.
"About eleven years, professor," answered Harry, as he uncorked the vial.
"HARRY!" He looked up to see Matt, pointing at something near the Quidditch pitch: two dark shapes-Death Eaters. They had just crossed the outer edge of the property.
"Shit! Death Eaters!" Harry snapped, drawing his wand, and re-corking the vial. He'd barely done so, when a number of dark shapes popped in with clouds of black smoke.
"Jiro, Fred, George! Get the guys back into the trunk now! --DO IT!" he shouted, seeing them rooted to the spot. A red bolt of magic forced Harry to duck, while Moody answered with a red bolt of his own.
"Professor! My trunk! It's here, you can floo into it! Harry Potter's trunk! All of you have access, now go now-REDUCTO!" he shouted, sending another red blast of magic at a hooded figure. He got an answer back in an angry burst of purple magic, along with two streaks of red. He barely avoided the three curses.
"Potter, it's you that needs to get out of here!" Moody snarled, sending a flurry of curses toward an opponent of his own.
"And leave you here!?" he shouted back, 'bloody hell… that fucking doppelganger charm… if only it worked!'
"You were saying?" he blinked, seeing an identical copy of himself standing before him. "Now get out of here." The clone had no sooner said it, than he felt a hand grip him about the shirt collar and sling him over the handle of a broom. They took off. "Thought you couldn't do that yet," said Matt.
"So did I," Harry breathed, as the battle fell away from them. Matt slid back, and helped Harry to sit properly. "Once again, a life-saver, I think."

A bolt of green magic missing them by only feet reminded him they were very much still involved in the fight. Harry pressed down on the broom, making a track for the Quidditch pitch.
"Shit… Harry, one of them's got a broom," Matt warned.
"Hang on!" He leaned forward aggressively, and the broom shot forward. "They must've raided the broom shed," Harry guessed, "Their brooms aren't all that good-don't ever tell them I said that."
"LEFT!" Matt suddenly yelled, and Harry leaned the broom left. Good thing, as another green bolt of magic barely missed them to their right. He had to just as quickly lean right, as the attacker sent another curse their way.
"Impedimenta!" Harry shouted, thrusting his wand blindly behind him. The hex missed wildly, and the attacker answered with another green bolt of magic.
"Fuck, they just set the house on fire," said Matt.
"The trunk… shit, we have to go back."
"Land and apparate," Matt suggested.
"Hang on," Harry warned, pulling into a steep dive toward a thicket of trees a short distance ahead. "Get ready to jump off."
"What?!"
"Trust me."

They blasted through the canopy at nearly sixty miles an hour, and Matt knew he was going to have more than a few nasty scratches on his arm… the broom came to an abrupt stop, and both dismounted rather roughly. Harry gripped Matt by the arm with one hand, his broom with the other, and they vanished with a noisy CRACK.

They reappeared in Ron's bedroom, and the smoke was already thick in the air. He gestured with a hand, while yanking the lid of his trunk open, tossing most of the contents of his best friend's room into it-it would be a messy clean-up, but better than his best mate losing everything. If only he could do that with the rest of the house. That done, he slammed the lid shut, miniaturized it, again grabbed Matt by the shoulder, and they popped away. Unknown to either of them, Matt had been tagged with a tracking charm.

They appeared in the front yard of Cedric's house.
"I was planning to come here anyway," said Harry, "C'mon." They walked up to the door and knocked. It opened a few moments after. "Mr. Potter… oh dear," said Mrs. Diggory, seeing their dishevelled appearance. "What's happened?"
"Death Eaters attacked the Burrow," answered Harry, darkly.
"Oh my… do come in."
"Thanks," said Harry, "Dumbledore and the Order are there… I better use the floo and let the ministry know."
"You know where it is, dear."

Moments later, he was in front of the fire. He stuck his head in the flames, and found himself looking into the office of the department head for Magical Law Enforcement. Exactly who he'd hoped to connect with.
"Madam Bones?"
"Mr. Potter! What… how can I help you?"
"Death Eaters… attacking the Burrow. Dumbledore's there… but they need backup."
"You're sure of this?" The middle-aged witch pursed her lips. She was still unsure of exactly what to believe when it came to the stories of the Dark Lord's return.
"Positive… they set fire to the house… don't know if anyone's been killed."
"I'll send Aurors out at once."

Harry pulled his head back out of the fire. "Good. Got in touch with Madam Bones… no nonsense witch she is. Hold still." Harry gestured at the nasty scratches on Matt's arms. "Episkey."
"Thanks. What now?"
"Nothing we can do for now. I'll see whatever happened from the eyes of my clone, later."
"Your clone?" Mrs. Diggory questioned.
"Some very advanced magic," answered Harry, "Since we're here…"
"Oh, yes, of course." They were then led into Cedric's room, where the boy still lay in complete stasis.
"Happy fucking birthday," Harry muttered, once again occupying his usual seat.
"How did they know you were there, though?" questioned Matt, "Someone had to say something."
"Yeah, my question exactly. How did Dumbledore know I was there, never mind Death Eaters."

Suddenly, Harry felt a rush of memories flood his mind, ending with a flash of green light.
"Shit. My clone just 'died'," Harry muttered, rubbing his temple. He looked over at Matt, who had winced. "Ow."
"What… you felt it?"
"Yeah, you could say that." He was rubbing his chest. "Felt like… well… like something stabbed me in the heart." Harry arched an eyebrow. The blood bond was stronger than he had thought. Now everything fit. Whether Matt realized it or not, he was truly bound to Harry in so many ways.

A sudden, loud crash broke Harry out of his thoughts.
"Mrs. Diggory… where's your husband?"
"At work."
"Right. We've got company." He stood up, once again brandishing his wand. He retrieved his trunk, and re-enlarged it, just as a second crash came, the sound of a door being blasted apart. They had but seconds. Harry yanked the lid open. "Mrs. Diggory, get in…"
"Why… what's in there-oh!" Cedric's mother realized at once what Harry's trunk actually was.
"I'll bring Cedric."
"Of course!" Cedric's mother again realized the plan, and wasted no time climbing into the trunk. Another crash rang out somewhere in the house, while Harry grabbed Cedric by the hand, and Matt by his arm, and vanished with a loud POP.

They appeared in the common room of the trunk, amidst a crowd.
"What's the meaning of this, Potter?" demanded Moody.
"Guys! It's not over yet!" He cursed, and popped away again. A moment later, the lid slammed shut.

Meanwhile, Harry again shrunk down the trunk, pocketed it, grabbed his broom, and disapparated, deciding to for now, return to Grimmauld Place. The trunk was re-enlarged, and stowed in Regulus' room, as it had been that morning. Another birthday cluster-fuck, and it was far from over. Then, something else dawned on him: the Lovegoods lived in the area too. He popped back into the trunk.

Ignoring the demands and questions around him, Harry knelt in front of the fire with a pinch of floo powder. "Fire call the Lovegood residence!" He then stuck his head into the fire, and found himself staring into the rather cluttered and dis-jointed kitchen of the eccentric editor for the Quibbler.
"Oh, hello, Harry Potter," said Luna, kneeling at the grate.
"Luna… the Burrow and the Diggorys were just attacked by Death Eaters. You guys might be in danger!"
"Oh, there's no Death Eaters here, Harry," answered Luna, dreamily.
"There might be. Is your father around?"
"He's running the press right now."
"Look. If you think you're in danger… use the floo and come to my trunk."
"What are you doing inside a trunk, Harry? The knock-chordals might get you in there."
"The what-never mind… just… the floo address is 'Harry Potter's trunk'. Promise you'll floo here if you're in danger. Both you and your father."
"Okay, Harry." Harry pulled his head out of the fire. He gestured at the fireplace, saying, "Addendum, Luna and Xenophilius Lovegood." The fireplace turned green for a moment. He then said, "Molly, Arthur. I'll help you guys rebuild."
"That's not necessary-" Arthur began, but Harry held up a hand. "No, it is. It's my fault they were there. I still don't know how, but. Let me help you guys."
"Where are we now, Harry?" questioned Dumbledore.
"Welcome to my trunk. I've had it since the second day of holidays. It's allowed me to have perhaps a bit of normalcy-although that's been few and far between."
"We put Cedric in your room, Harry," said Ron.
"He can have my bed if he wants, since I'm not using it," Matt suggested.
"Great. We'll have to make more permanent arrangements, but that'll do for now. Let's go into the study where it's a bit more comfortable."

Once everyone had taken seats in the study, some of which ending up occupying the couches in front of the fire, Harry said, "Professor Snape. We need a few calming draughts, I think. Do you mind?" Snape only inclined his head, and left the room.
"And how long has Professor Snape known of your 'arrangement' here, Potter?" inquired Professor McGonagall.
"The day I disappeared," answered Harry, "I'll explain once professor Snape comes back. I'll also tell you the fireplace in here is also connected to the floo. It's 'Harry Potter's Trunk, study'. Pretty simple."
"Yes, too simple," Moody noted, "You should be a little more original than that, Potter."
"Not one of my top priorities, Mad-eye," answered Harry, "I've barely had a chance to breathe since the beginning of the holidays. It's been one calamity after another, and I've barely been able to take care of anything on my agenda."
"What sort of agenda?" questioned Dumbledore.
"Again, I'll get to that. Although, sir, I do have a question. Do you think I've been keeping myself safe, considering this is where I've been most of the time thus far?"
"It would depend on where your trunk actually is, Harry."
"Up until the attack at the Dursleys a few days ago, it was there, in my room."
"And where are we now?"
"Back at Grimmauld Place, which is where I put the trunk when I realized aunt Petunia's was no longer safe. You are still keeping an eye on them?"
"They are your relatives, Harry. of course we are," answered Dumbledore.
"Good. As much as we don't get along, they ARE my relatives, my blood. Although I think we all agree, I can never live there again."
"No, Harry, I daresay you can't," answered Dumbledore, "The wards collapsed minutes before the attack."
"Ah. That would explain it," said Harry, nodding.
"Well, you did leave the trunk while looking like that," Matt pointed out.
"Yes, about that most startling glamour, Potter," said McGonagall.
"Right." Harry gestured at himself, restoring his more familiar fifteen-year-old appearance. "Better?"
"Wandless magic?" Remus arched an eyebrow.
"You will all be quite amazed at what my godson is capable of," said Sirius, with a smirk.
"Now the pieces fit," said Dumbledore, "Harry, how old are you?"
"I turned twenty-seven today," answered Harry, "Did someone manage to grab my pensieve?"
"Yes, I did," said Molly, "Kreacher put it away again."
"Okay." Harry again summoned the elf, and had him retrieve the pensieve. Just then, Snape stepped back into the room, depositing a bunch of bottles on the table. Numerous hands reached out for one.
"Thanks, professor," said Harry, then asked, "Was anyone killed?"
"One Auror. Tonks is in the hospital wing at Hogwarts, Poppy is tending to her but she should make a full recovery," said Remus, looking unsettled. Of course, that could be said about the majority of those present.
"Remus. Go be with her," said Harry, "I'll share this stuff with you and Tonks later."
"What?" Remus looked at Harry, but it quickly dawned on him. He was gone through the floo in a heartbeat.
"Most of the injuries we were able to heal quickly. One Death Eater was captured and is now on the way to a holding cell at the ministry," continued Moody, "McNair, it was."
"Good. Vicious Death Eater. Should just pitch them all through the veil and be done with 'em," Harry muttered, once again uncorking the vial.
"But Harry, what would that solve? It would make us no better than Voldemort or his Death Eaters," said Dumbledore.
"Maybe, maybe not," answered Harry, with a shrug, "At least it would put a stop to the revolving door that is Azkaban. Voldemort will in the near future, break out ten high-profile Death Eaters from the place, early winter at the latest."
"How do you know this?" questioned Moody. Harry only responded by dumping the contents of the vial into the pensieve. "Those of you who haven't seen this, stick a finger in. I warn you all, it's not pleasant, but it explains much."

While Dumbledore and the Order members viewed the memories, Harry leaned back in his chair. Another birthday, another disaster. Two displaced families now… what the hell was he supposed to do about that? "Mr. Weasley… you might want to floo Mr. Diggory and let him know what's happened… I'd rather him not floo home to a trap."
"What did happen, dear?" inquired Molly.
"Death Eaters. They somehow followed us to Cedric's," answered Harry. Just then, Luna walked into the room looking a little out of sorts. Her father entered a moment later.
"Luna… Mr. Lovegood, you guys all right?" questioned Harry.
"Quite all right, yes," answered Xenophilius, "Thank you for alerting us of the possible danger."
"Three Wizarding families attacked… because of me," whispered Harry, "Happy fucking birthday."
"You can't blame yourself, mate," said Matt, "Holy fuck, I think you know that!"
"But… just everywhere I go, it just brings chaos. I mean, you guys have had your lives turned upside-down. Why? Because of ME!! The people I come to know as a family… their home fucking DESTROYED! Why?! Because of ME!! My boyfriend… fucked three ways from Sunday. Why?"
"Harry that's not fair," Hermione protested, "You can't blame yourself for that!"
"Why not?! It's the truth, isn't it?!" Harry stormed, "Just about everyone here now, they've been screwed over because of me or something 'I' did!"
"What would Cedric say if he heard that?" Hermione challenged. That got a stormy look from Harry. Oops, wrong thing to say. He slammed his chair back from the table, and stormed from the room.
"And I thought 'I' suffered from foot-in-mouth disease. Nice going, Granger," Jiro muttered.

Harry flew into his bedroom, and stopped short. Mrs. Diggory was sitting beside the spare bed he had set up for Matt. Cedric now occupied said bed, still looking as pale as ever. She looked up, hearing his less-than-quiet entrance. "Everything all right, Mr. Potter?"
"Err… fine. I'm fine," answered Harry, curtly. He flopped down on his own bed, deciding to use this time to sort through the maze of painful memories that now flooded his mind. The use of a pensieve might come in handy later, he decided.
"What's happened, son?" inquired James, from his portrait.
"Bad things, dad… bad things," Harry sighed. His parents realized at once this was probably not the best time to pump him for information.

It was truly a mess. The day had started so well! Yet, as had been the case so many times over, his birthday had turned into a day better forgotten. Three Wizarding families were now uprooted in some way. The Weasleys had lost everything they owned, and being in such dire straits financially as it was, they would never be able to replace any of it… at least not without help. The Diggorys… his boyfriend… they had likely lost their home as well, and as far as Harry knew, they weren't exactly well off either. Luna and her father… he would have to speak with them later, and find out what sort of damage had been done. Either way, it would be a lot of money coming out of his vault to fix things.

Looking through the memories of flying with Matt, something occurred to him: the guy had changed somehow. His actions that afternoon were with one goal in mind: to somehow impress him. Harry let a smirk form on his lips. Oh yes, the guy more than liked him, that was clear as day at this point. He just didn't know it himself. Muggle rollercoaster indeed! Hermione had tried to explain it to him once, and he sort of got it. What Matt had done on the broom was almost exactly like the description. Never mind the fear he'd seen in the man's eyes as he warned of the approaching Death Eaters. That fear had been for Harry, no mistaking it. This was a man at war with his own feelings, his own emotions. Which side would win? His heart, or his mind?

His thoughts returned to the ensuing battle. As quick as it had started, it was over for him. Once again, Matt had just acted, dragging him onto the broom and flying away. In some ways it might have been cowardly, but his clone had taken care of things up to a point… his clone? Another smirk crossed his face, as he realized what had happened. He hadn't even made the wand movements, nor the incantation! 'Shall we try it again, then?' he smirked to himself.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: So once again, Voldemort has made his presence felt. Some of you might find it a bit much, but remember, Harry's changed the timeline so dramatically at the beginning, and now things are starting to be felt. Also, Tom did not make a personal appearance at the Burrow, only a few of his Death Eaters.
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