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Author's Note: So I've gotten a lot of criticism about how my story is taking to long and that it's slow. So, I said fine, everybody is complaining that the story is not getting to the point, then fine. You're going to get what you're asking for. I'm just going to skip right through all Harry's and Tom's years of schooling in the the next chapters.
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Thousands Of Reasons To Smile
When life gives you lemons,
use them to squirt lemon juice into the eyes of your enemies.
"Well buy me stuff and I'll be nicer." Cynthia said pulling her coat tighter. She stomped her feet impatiently and waited for her cousins to get off the train behind her.
"Hurry up, I'm half frozen!"
"You don't know how to be nice you little-"
"Tom, take deep breaths and Cynthia, would you stop pushing Tom's buttons already?" Harry said rolling his eyes as he jumped down from the train as it finally met is destination to Platform 9/3 quarters.
"Charlus! Harry! Tom!" Boniface Potter called after his sons, waving them over.
"Of course he doesn't call out my name." Cynthia said scowling as Charlus and Tom said their goodbyes to their girlfriends.
"Hey, bye Harry. Have a good Christmas break!" Jared gave Harry a hug.
"Okay, enough." Alphard said pulling them apart.
"Oh, and Cynthia," Jared said smirking down at the girl.
"Yeah?" Cynthia asked eyebrows rose.
"Let's not play games, Cynthia. You desire me, don't you?"
"Uh, excuse me?"
"I can tell. It's like a sense I got."
"Get away from me you loser!" Cynthia said shoving Jared hard. "And while you're at it, grab a brain that's not undead and shriveled up!"
"I hope Jared was just joking with her." Harry muttered.
"Who cares, jealous much?" Alphard asked.
"When I get through with that jerk, there'll be nothing left but jelly." Cynthia said cracking her knuckles.
"Well, you won't have to do anything to his brain." Ignatius said smirking.
"Harry!" Nixie ran up to Harry and gave him a big kiss on the cheek.
"Oh my gosh! Cynthia! I love, love, love, your coat. It's so... what's the word I'm looking for? Cute!"
"Aww, Cynthia, don't be down."
"What do you mean?"
"Your face is a poem. I can read it."
"Really? It doesn't happen to say 'spare me' by any chance-?"
"Harry! I'm going to be with Mum for most of the Christmas break, but don't worry, I'll visit you every day! It'll still be like... like I'm actually staying over! Kay, bye now! I'll send Julius and Mum your love!"
"See ya later, Nixie." Harry called after her as she ran off in the crowd of students.
"Are you sure your parents are okay with us staying over for Christmas break?" Ignatius asked Harry.
"You've been over before for Christmas break." Harry replied helping Cynthia with her luggage.
"Iggy, its fine. I've already told you, mum and dad have plenty of room for everybody. We live in a freakin' mansion."
"I just don't want to be a bother is all."
"You're not a bother, you and Alphard are my family friends, so it's a great pleasure to have you guys spend the holidays with me."
"Aww, I feel all mushy inside." Alphard said smirking.
"Are we leaving or what?" Eric Prewett asked Harry, his trolley full of his luggage.
"Why did you invite my lovely brother again?" Ignatius asked Harry.
"I hope the raging jealousy you're feeling won't affect our friendship." Harry said as he clasped his left hand with Alphard's right. "I still like you more than Eric. For now."
"Yeah, Eric is only here for trail basis. Though, if it turns out that Eric is cooler than you, you're going to have to be replaced. Sorry." Alphard added.
Ignatius just rolled his eyes.
"Harrison James Potter!"
"Coming, Dad!" Harry shouted back.
"So Cynthia, how are you adjusting to Hogwarts and the students?" Valerie Potter asked as Boniface gave both Harry and Alphard hugs when they finally arrived, which surprised Alphard.
"Well, there are some interesting idiots in my class. Quite embarrassing, being a first year should be no excuse for their idiocy."
"I think you're hanging around Tom too much, dear." Valerie said smiling.
"No, actually I'm being serious. I was at the library reading and this boy came up to me, he's in the same house and year as I am. Anyway, he comes up to me and says 'what is that?' and I said, 'my people call them books you twit'."
"Oh, my." Valerie said trying to hide her amusement.
"Is life always tawdry, stupid, and humiliating? Or is it just a phase?"
"Just a phase. I'm hoping to grow out of it any day now." Boniface replied.
"Cynthia, you need to be more tolerant. You know what they say, judge and be judged." Valerie said.
"And I judge myself unfit for human contact."
"That's exactly what you will be if you don't learn to interact with the rest of us."
"And that would be such a pity."
"I mean, I already went to a school where the kids all think they're cooler than me. Now I'm going to a school where the kids all think they're more magical than me, too."
"Cynthia." Charlus called.
"You're like, the girl version of, Tom."
"What is that supposed to mean?" Tom asked Charlus, shoving him from behind.
"The weather won't be that bad will it?" Cynthia asked Valerie pushing her trolley through the crowd of muggles. "I'll still be able to visit father?"
"We can always use portkey to get you to your father, Cynthia, he has problem getting to the Potter Mansion himself."
As they reached the house, there was a loud bark, and a second later a huge white dog lumbered toward them.
"Hey, Hermes!" Harry immediately dropped to his knees, arms spread wide. "Have you been a good boy?" Harry asked scratching behind Hermes ears.
"You have a dog to? How many pets do you guys have?" Cynthia asked.
Hermes went up and butted Cynthia's thighs and made a whining noise.
"I guess he's okay." Cynthia said bending down to scratch behind Hermes ears.
"I'll fire call your father, Cynthia." Valerie said walking to the living room.
"Okay, I need to get the rest of my things."
"You guys just leave your luggage here and I'll have the houselves take care of it. Harry, why don't you show your friends where they'll be sleeping?" Boniface suggested.
"You're just so cute!" Cynthia said burying her face in the dog's thick neck and hugged him tightly.
"I'm sure it's the same rooms as last time right?" Ignatius asked trying not to laugh at Cynthia.
"If you guys want, we can share rooms together?"
"I prefer to have my own room."
"Oh, I wasn't including you, Eric." Harry said smirking at Eric's annoyed look.
Both Charlus and Tom went upstairs leaving Harry to debate on his plans. Cynthia and Hermes chased passed Charlus and Tom and went towards Cynthia's guest room.
"Come on, let's just go to my room and figure it out." Harry said as they started walking up the spiral staircase after his brothers.
"Eric, you should hurry and follow after my brothers, they'll show you to a room away from everybody else. Charlus, Tom! Can you show Eric a room please?" Harry called after his brothers whom rolled their eyes.
"Yeah, sure, whatever. Hurry up, Prewett." Charlus said as Eric walked past Harry and the others and to Charlus and Tom.
As soon as Harry opened the door to his room and made it a few steps in, someone suddenly hopped on his back sending them tumbling forward onto the plush carpet.
Harry turned around to face his best friend and boyfriend, Alphard Black.
''Did you attack me?'' Harry asked picking himself up and stretched his hand towards Alphard to help him get up.
Alphard took his hand and said, ''I was just trying to have a love fest.''
"I'm standing right here!" Ignatius said scowling and folding his arms to his chest.
"Aww, sorry, Iggy. I'm sure if you ask nicely, Harry will let you hug him, but no kissing and no tongue."
"Alphard Black, the words that come out of your mouth, seriously." Ignatius said with a raised eyebrow at his friend.
Harry just laughed in amusement.
"You know what, not that I don't love you guys, but, I think I'm actually going to share a room with my brother."
"No, no, I can't be in the same room with you guys when you guys are all in that mood."
"That mood?" Harry asked scandalous.
"You know what I'm talking about. Love-struck idiots." Ignatius said rolling his eyes. "Sometimes I think you two are worse than Minerva and Tom. It's like nobody else exist in the world when you two get all mushy together."
"Well, we promise-"
"Speak for yourself, Harry-"
"We promise to be on our best behavior and acknowledge your existence."
"Thank you," Ignatius said smiling, "but I'm still sharing a room with Eric."
And with that said, Ignatius walked out the room closing it behind him. "Eric! Move your crap so I can put my things in there to!"
"Oh well, his loss." Alphard said smirking at Harry. "Come here."
"You don't own me." Harry said playfully stepping backwards.
A squeak exited Harry as he was suddenly pushed and landed flat on his back on his bed, where he was lying down.
Harry was surprised when he was pulled into a passionately kiss as Alphard jumped on top of Harry, straddling him.
"I know very well that I do own you, Mr. Potter."
Harry let out a huff and folded his arms to his chest. "I beg to differ."
"You see when a guy claims another guy it's rude for somebody to think that they own said guy."
Harry had the most confused look of his face that Alphard had ever seen, apparently his wise way of explaining the situation was lost on Harry.
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm bloody talking about the fact that you're mine!"
Harry laughed. "Don't get so worked up, I know that I belong to you, you bloody git."
Alphard let out a growl at Harry's words. "Don't tease me. I had to deal with Jared Morgan for the past couple of months; my self-esteem is an all-time low. Tell me you're mine." A lust filled voice demanded.
With that response, Alphard met Harry's eyes with a smirk as he leaned down and kissed Harry again. Harry couldn't help the blush that came to his face as he felt Alphard's hands slid underneath his shirt, touching his exposed skin.
All too quick though, the boys heard a loud BOOM noise and rudely interrupted.
Cynthia had tried, and failed, to keep the anger out of her features; her father had still seen it. How the great Cormac Maximilian could catch that sign of disrespect but not see how unfair this whole thing was, how worthless it made Cynthia feel . . . her father just didn't get it. Cynthia sat in her father's office, in front of his desk while he signed papers for his job.
She didn't want to be in the same house with her stepmother and stepbrother. Cynthia's father had promised, promised that they were going to be together for the holidays, just the two of them to work out their relationship. Marlene was supposed to be away on business and Phyrros was supposed to stay with his friends over the Christmas break. It was like Cynthia was just an extra, not part of the family. Not that her Dad cared at all.
"I swear, Cynthia, you need to listen when I'm talking to you! And show me some fucking respect!"
Cynthia decided now might be a good time to be quiet. She crossed her arms and tried to make her body as small as possible in the sofa chair, intent on just staying quiet, knowing her father's wrath. Cynthia has known her father to hit woman on many occasions; she didn't believe that she would be an exception.
"Boys! What did I say about rough housing!?" Boniface Potter said walking into the living room along with his wife, to investigate the loud noise.
"It wasn't us, Dad!" Charlus said from somewhere upstairs.
"Then who-!" Boniface stopped in mid-sentence, looking at the man that came out of his fire place, dusting himself off.
"So rude to your guests?" The smooth German voice of Gellert Grindelwald asked. "Pure Bloods are taught much better manners than that. Did your parents not teach you any better?"
Boniface was immediately in motion, taking only a second to throw up the Protego, shield charm, knowing that Grindelwald would attack. Sure enough, a spell was thrown at him and his wife, only it his shield, making the spell bounce off and hit there table; it was in splinters, bits of wood blasted Boniface and Valerie wanted to warn the kids, but now they couldn't risk dropping their shield long enough for any offensive maneuvers getting thrown at them.
"Really, Potter," the man continued, coolly, "I'd have thought someone in your status would have at least thought to set some protection wards on your home. Makes it easy for... wizards to walk right in."
"Mum? Dad? What's going on, we heard-" Harry stopped in mid-sentence, seeing the man in his living room and the predicament his parents were in. Charlus, Tom, and Harry's friends were right behind them.
The attack came out of nowhere. It should have come as a surprise—except that Harry dealt with this all the time, and Harry had been trained to respond to offensive spells without even thinking, CONSTANT VIGILANCE and whatnot. The second he saw the spell being thrown at himself, Harry pulled up his shield, deflecting the attack, and then Tom readied a spell of his own, Charlus barely managing to hold up a shielding charm as well along with Harry's. It wasn't until he stood there, face-to-face with his attacker, did his mind even manage to process what had just happened.
What was Gellert Grindelwald doing in their home?
Grindelwald's eyes were flashing like icy daggers, obviously angered by the youth's quick deflection of his attack, but for some reason were holding his second attack on the youth. He simply stood there, a few feet from Harry and his family and friends, his lips now curling in to a cold smile.
"Your business is not with my boys, Grindelwald." Boniface said, making Grindelwald turn his attention back to him and his wife.
Grindelwald smirked, approaching closer to Boniface and Valerie and standing only a few steps away from their shield. "I don't intend to fight you or your family Mr. Potter. I can see there is some misunderstanding between us, and I've unfortunately gotten off on the wrong foot with you and your family. Very disagreeable. And completely unnecessary."
Boniface's angry expression didn't change. "What do you want?"
"Send your boys away and we'll talk. Discuss things like civilized adults." There was a cold twinkle of amusement in his eye that Harry didn't like. "I have a proposition for you."
Boniface's face twitched into a scowl. "I can already tell you the answer."
"Come now... we haven't even discussed anything yet."
"If you're the one proposing it, then the answer is no."
Grindelwald smile didn't fade. If nothing else, Boniface's response seemed to please him more. "Potter," he responded, coolly. "I wasn't asking. I was telling you that we are going to discuss things. Now, send your boys away or..."
There was loud 'POP' and five of Grindelwald's followers Apparated behind the boys.
"My men will."
Boniface shut his eyes tightly and took a deep breath. Through clenched teeth, he growled, "Boys, go upstairs to your rooms."
"Why don't you make sure they make up there safely, hmm?" Grindelwald said to his followers whom bowed their heads in respect to their master's request.
''I swear if you touch them, I'll end every single one of your fucking lives,'' Boniface warned, with scary anger in his voice. The followers simply smirked while Grindelwald tisked at Boniface's language.
To Be Continued...
Another Author's Note: Sneak peak of 'Several Thousands Of Reasons To Smile' is out now.