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“Jesus fuck!” he yelped as he saw Snape seated beside him. “What’s going on?” Harry looked around quickly and saw that the two of them were alone in Snape’s sitting room in his personal quarters. “How’d I get here?”

“You fell asleep and I moved you to my sofa, as it was undeniably closer than your dorm,” Snape said calmly, ignoring Harry’s language. “What do you recall of last night?”

“Er...” Harry trailed off while he tried to remember. “‘M not sure. Think I went for a walk, yeah?”

“Of a sort,” Snape said. “You injured your arm when you attempted to transfigure yourself in to an owl.”

“Oh! Oh yeah!” Harry grabbed his glasses that Snape held out to him and grinned as he put them on. “Did I tell you my ideas already?”

“You did.”

“What’d ya think?” Harry asked excitedly. “Did I show you my research?” He looked around and frowned when he realized he didn’t have his bag with him. “Where’s my stuff?”

“In the classroom where you left them before falling over unconscious,” Snape said.

“What?” Harry screwed his face up as he tried to remember what happened last night, “That doesn’t make any sense.”

“You said you had not slept in ‘a few days’ so I gave you an extra strength Dreamless Sleep.”

“What?” Harry scooted a little further away from Snape as he looked around again. “Why would you do that? You can’t just drug people if they don’t wanna be drugged. ‘M sure it’s against the law or something, innit?”

“It would be,” Snape agreed as he casually crossed his legs and tapped one finger on the armrest of his chair. “Except you did not ask me what I gave you and instead impulsively just swallowed it.”

“Excuse me for trusting you,” Harry scowled. “Thought it was somethin’ for the feathers, didn’t I?”

“I apologize if you feel if I deceived you. However,” Snape cleared his throat and fixed Harry with a piercing look. “I would like to discuss something of a rather high importance with you, if you would like to stay for breakfast.”

“Alright then,” Harry agreed as he jumped to his feet. “We movin’ to the table?”

“If you would like,” Snape said as he slowly followed behind Harry. “Are you not angry?”

Harry stopped as he went to sit down, “Angry?” he repeated. “Why?”

Snape sat down gracefully, as compared to how Harry threw himself in his chair, and gave Harry a peculiar look.

“You do not feel as if you were tricked?”

“Nah,” Harry waved his hand. “It’s fine. I should’ve asked, right?

“Perhaps,” Snape agreed without really agreeing. “What would you like to eat?”

“Just coffee,” Harry said as he looked around Snape’s dining room. “Lots of sugar. Well, you know how I like my coffee,” he laughed. “Probably better than anyone, yeah? Except maybe me. And probably not Mavis either.”

“And to eat?”

“Nothin’. ‘M not hungry, am I?”

“You should eat Harry. You will get sick if you attempt to live off only coffee.”

Harry looked over at Snape at his soft tone and gave him a curious look.

“I feel fine, great actually.” Which was true, Harry hadn’t felt this good in ages. It was like the first night when he was dueling all over again, he just felt excited and alive and energetic.

“Euphoric and hyperactive?” Snape asked after requesting one of the Hogwarts elves bring them coffee, toast, and fruit.

Harry was pretty sure that euphoric meant the same thing as happy.

“Yes!” he agreed eagerly. “Exactly.”

“That is because you are having a manic episode,” Snape said grimly.

“No.” Harry shook his head. “‘M not a maniac.”

“Manic, not maniac,” Snape corrected him gently as breakfast popped up on his table. “We discussed it over the summer.”

“That mind illness again?” Harry asked. “I told you I don’t have that! Why can’t I just be in a good mood, huh? Is this because of feathers? Cause you can’t even pretend that wasn’t a great idea! Or is-“

“This,” Snape said sharply. “All of this is mania Harry. You are not sleeping, or eating. You are rambling and distracted. You are behaving erratically, impulsively. Though it is not your fault- it is the illness. Can you not identify that you feel differently than you usually do?”

“‘M happy!” Harry defended himself. “That a crime now? ‘M not impulsive, or ramblin’, ‘m just happy!”

“Your speech is also markedly worse.”

“Fuck off,” Harry pronounced very slowly. “My speech is fine.”

“Harry,” Snape sighed instead of scolding him. “I do not wish to fight with you. I need you to recognize that you have a legitimate illness so that we can treat it.”

“Snape please,” Harry caught Snape’s gaze with his own and tried to push his thoughts as hard as he could in his direction. “‘M happy. I feel fine. ‘M really not sick. I know that Muggle told ya I was but honestly ‘m not.”

Snape didn’t answer as he poured two cups of coffee, but Harry knew him too well to think that meant that he agreed with him. He slid Harry a cup of coffee, which Harry immediately dumped a bunch of sugar in, and sat back and watched Harry thoughtfully.

“Do you recall your energetic excitement over the summer as you attempted to transfigure your eyes in to ones that can see in the dark?”

“Yup. I didn’t give up on that either. ‘M just gonna try and get the owl parts first then I can add the eyes and I figure-“

“Harry,” Snape interrupted him firmly. “Did you not recognize that it was a foolish idea to attempt such a task?”

Harry slammed his mug down on the table and got to his feet huffily.

“I don’t have to sit here and listen to you insult me,” Harry said. “‘M gonna go. Got classes soon, don’t I?”

Snape stayed silent as Harry stomped out of his quarters, steaming over the stuff Snape accused him of. Why didn’t he see what Harry saw?

He didn’t get it. Snape was the one who was always after him that he wants him to be happy, have an easy life, blah blah blah. And now he’s accusing Harry of being sick because he is happy? Snape was the one who was mad. Not Harry.

Maybe Snape had a mind sickness.

‘Manic episode,’ Harry scoffed as he snatched his bag from the floor of the potions classroom.

Snape was a maniac. Harry was happy. For the first time in forever. He thought Snape of all people would be happy for him, but apparently not.

Which was fine. He didn’t really need him anyway. Snape would see he was wrong and would beg Harry for forgiveness. And Harry would probably forgive him, but he’d have to prove he was really sorry first.



Midway through the week, Harry watched interestedly as Sevvie flew in the hall one morning and swooped down to his table, a small parchment attached to his leg.

“Hey buddy,” Harry stroked Sevvie’s back as the owl hooted and tried to peck the bacon out of Susan’s hand. “Whatcha got here?”

“Harry control your owl,” Susan scowled as Sevvie successfully snatched the food right off her plate.

“Good job Sevvie,” Harry laughed as he unrolled the parchment, which looked to be an excerpt from a textbook of some sort.

Manic-Depressive Illness is an illness classified by alternating periods of extreme emotional highs (mania) and emotional lows (depression).
Manic episodes are experienced by intense feelings of euphoria, high energy, decreased need for sleep, increased impulsive behavior, a sense of invincibility, and non-sensical thought patterns.
Depressive episodes can be identified by intense feelings of sadness or hopelessness. Clients suffering from a depressive episode may feel a lack of interest in life and may even experience suicidal thoughts.
Manic-Depressive Illness can be treated through daily medication to balance the chemicals in the patients brain and symptoms can be mitigated through professional therapy.

At the end of the page there was a scrawl added,
Please eat, brat. -SS

Harry looked up at the Head Table and scowled at Snape’s look of concern he was aiming at him.

“What’s that?” Ron asked.

“Nothing,” Harry murmured as he instructed his magic to burn the page up while glaring at Snape. “Snape’s being an idiot.”

“I don’t think so,” Luna hummed softly.

“Why’s Snape being an idiot?” Susan asked. “Or how I guess?”

Harry shrugged, unwilling to tell his friends what Snape said.

“Just is,” he said evasively.

“Did you guys finish your assignment for Flitwick?” Neville asked. Harry gave him a grateful nod and jumped in to the topic of the musical charms Flitwick had them researching.

Harry also made a point of turning his back to Snape throughout the rest of breakfast.

Friday morning it was the same routine. Sevvie flew in with a scroll he dropped in front of Harry before landing on Luna’s head.

“Traitor!” Harry gasped. “You’ve left me for Lue!”

“Don’t yell at Sevvie just because he has good taste,” Luna said in a posh tone as she reached up and stroked Sevvie’s feathers, “Blondes are better than brunettes, aren’t they baby?” Sevvie pecked her and took off, apparently offended as he himself had black feathers. “He’ll figure it out,” she said confidently with a small grin.

“Another note from Snape?” Draco asked as Harry unrolled the scroll.

“Yep.” Harry sighed as he read through what seemed to be research about people with Manic-Depressive Illness and the rarity of it and how it was treated with medication. The bottom had another note telling him to eat.

“Trash,” he laughed as he burnt this one up as well. He figured Snape would see for himself that he was wrong eventually and until then Harry would just continue to ignore his weird notes. He’d also been ignoring him in class and dodging him in the corridors when he tried to stop him for a chat.

“He’s not going to be happy if you keep burning up his letters,” Theo said with a glance towards the Head Table.

“He looks sad,” Hermione said quietly.

“He’ll get over it,” Harry said. “Hey Draco what are you doing Sunday?”

“Sleeping,” Draco said shortly. “You aren’t waking me up in the middle of the night for another crazy idea ever again.”

“It was not a crazy idea,” Harry laughed. “Next time I’ll just take Lue.”

“What crazy plan?” Blaise asked.

Draco cut Harry off before he could explain for himself.

“Harry woke me up at three in the morning last night to go see if we could transfigure gills on ourselves to swim underwater.”

Hermione and Theo turned identically wide brown eyes towards him.

“What? It didn’t work but I think I’m close,” Harry said eagerly. “Think about how cool it would be if we could swim down to the bottom of the lake and see the mermaids.”

“Tell me you didn’t try it Harry,” Hermione said slowly.

“Course I did, just said I think I’m close didn’t I?”

“You went to the Black Lake in the middle of the night, by yourself, and tried to give yourself gills to swim underwater?” Susan hissed.

“Yup.”

“You could have drowned!” Neville said. “Not to mention freezing to death in the water. It’s February Harry! There’s snow on the ground!”

Harry laughed at the looks on his friends faces. Everyone except Luna looked shocked.

“Did you guys forget we’re literally magic?” Harry wiggled his fingers at them. “Used a heating charm didn’t I?”

“Harry, you’re mad,” Ron said slowly. “When’s the last time you even slept? Because night before last you were awake at four when I went to the loo.”

“Don’t call him mad,” Luna said sharply. “You just don’t understand him.”

Harry was suddenly, and uncomfortably, reminded of something similar Cissa said about Black.



‘I hear a lot of people say that Sirius was mad. I don’t remember him being mad. I remember him being terribly haunted, a horrible bully, and one of the most tragically misunderstood people I had ever met at that point in my life.’



“Harry- Harry?”

Harry jerked himself upright and shook his head to clear the reminder of Cissa from his thoughts. He looked over at Ron who was calling his name.

“Yeah?”

“Sorry mate, I didn’t mean you were mad. Just, I think you should ask Snape for something to sleep. I don’t think you’ve slept much lately,” he said hesitantly.

“A lack of sleep can impact your mental functions,” Hermione said.

“Harry’s not stupid,” Draco scowled at her.

“She didn’t say he was,” Theo said with a scowl of his own. “She was just saying-“

“SHUT UP!” Harry yelled. His friends all jumped at Harry’s shout and exchanged guilty looks.

“Ron, ‘m fine. I sleep just fine,” he lied. “Mione ‘m fine. Draco, what’re you doin’ Sunday?”

“What do you want?” Draco asked carefully.

Harry sighed at his cynicism. Honestly, he thought Draco would have been excited for a chance to interact with the creatures in the lake. He knew he should have woke Luna up instead.

“I was gonna see if you wanted to teach me how to be a chaser,” Harry said. “Flint’s leavin’ this year, right? And so are Pucey, Bletchley, and Warrington so ‘m gonna apply to be captain. Figured I should know more than one position, like how Flint can be a chaser or beater or keeper. So then ‘m the best pick.” Harry smiled broadly at his own thought process.

“Bloody hell,” Ron said with an impressed look. “That’s brilliant Harry.”

“I know,” he said smugly. “You should come too. We’ll need a keeper, a chaser, and two beaters next year.”

“You think?” Ron said, his eyes lighting up at the idea. “I play keeper for the twins in the summer sometimes, I’m not bad.”

“Yes!” Harry bounced eagerly in his seat. “Perfect!! So, Draco, will you help me? Please? Pretty please?”

Draco rolled his eyes but Harry could tell he was going to agree.

“If you promise to never wake me up at three am to go swimming in the middle of the winter then I will. During the day,” he tacked on sharply.

“Deal!”

Harry wouldn’t ask Draco to go to the lake again anyway. He was a prat when he woke him up last night. When Harry got to meet mermaids and other sea creatures he’d be jealous though.



“Hey, hey Harry!”

Harry and the other Slytherin boys slowed to a stop on their way to defense as Fred Weasley waved Harry down in the crowded corridor.

“Hey, Harry,” Fred grinned at him and Harry fought down an overwhelming urge to blush. “Can I talk to you? In private?”

“‘Kay,” Harry shrugged. “I’ll catch up to you guys,” he said to his friends.

Fred walked off to a more private alcove in the corridor and Harry followed curiously.

“What’s up?” Harry asked.

Fred shifted from side to side in what Harry thought was probably a nervous gesture.

“I don’t wanna be a creep,” he said. “I just wanted to ask one more time if you wanted to go to Hogsmeade with me tomorrow. If not I’ll leave you alone, but if so I swear I’m-”

“Sure.”

Fred cut himself off at Harry’s interruption and he looked down at him with surprised blue eyes.

“Really?” he grinned.

“Yeah, why not?”

Fred let out a loud whoop of laughter that drew more than a few curious sets of eyes pointed their way.

“Wicked. I can meet you in the Hall tomorrow at noon?”

“‘Kay,” Harry agreed.

“You won’t regret this Potter!” Fred called as he ran off towards his next class.

Harry grinned to himself as he jogged towards his next class. He hadn’t planned on accepting Fred’s offer, but he figured what could it hurt?

He crept quietly to his seat once he got to Lupin’s classroom, ignoring the disapproving frown Lupin aimed at his late arrival, and plopped down next to Susan.

After a few minutes of Lupin’s lecture on the new creature they were studying, Kappas, Susan slid him her notepad.

You say yes?

Yep.

Susan grinned and gave him a thumbs up.

Why’d you change your mind?

Harry shrugged.

Dunno. Thought it might be fun.

Impulsive, she wrote with a giggle.

Harry scowled at the notepad when he read it.



‘You are behaving erratically, impulsively. It isn’t your fault- it is the illness.’



Was not, he wrote firmly. Fred asked three times ya?

Susan raised her brows at the fierce way he scrawled across the page.

You’re right. Sorry. Excited?

Harry grinned and shrugged again.

Be different I suppose.

I think I’m going with Draco.

Harry sputtered loudly when he read that, drawing Lupin’s attention.

“I know Kappas are incredibly amusing Harry, but I’d appreciate you and Susan paying attention.”

“Yes sir,” Harry said as he lowered his face back down to their note.

Date with Draco?

Susan blushed and tucked her hair behind her ear.

Not a date. Just friends. But neither of us had an actual date so we’re going together.

Oh okay

Can I tell Ron you’re going on a date with his brother?

Harry covered his mouth to stifle his laughter at Susan’s new note. He nodded at her and watched as she grinned mischievously and scribbled a new note that she lobbed at Ron’s head in front of her.

Ron frowned at the two of them as he grabbed the note off the floor.

“BLOODY HELL!”

“Ron Weasley!” Lupin walked quickly back to his table at Ron’s shout. “5 points from Slytherin.”

“But-“ Ron spun around in his seat and gaped at Harry. “What?!”

Susan started cracking up with laughter, which triggered Harry’s own repressed laughter.

Lupin’s lips twitched just a bit, but he mostly maintained his unimpressed frown as he snagged the note from Ron’s hand.

“Congratulations Harry,” Lupin said lightly as he read the note. “Can we return to Kappas or should we discuss Fred Weasley instead?”

The rest of the class spun around and looked at Harry. Harry just shrugged.

“Either or is fine with me sir,” he said a bit cheekily.

Lupin sighed, but walked back up to the front and drew most of the students attention with him.

“How could you,” Ron moaned quietly. “I trusted you.”

“Piss off,” Draco whispered to him. “Harry can date who he wants.”

“But my brother?!”

“There are plenty of them to choose from,” Theo said with a teasing sparkle in his eyes. “Maybe he’ll move on to Percy next.”

All five boys shuddered dramatically at the thought of going out with Ron’s straight laced, Head Boy, boring brother.

“I think Percy’s cute,” Susan said. “Maybe I’ll go out with him.”

Ron thunked his head on the table and Harry ducked beneath his own table to hide his laughter from Lupin.

***

“You are not wearing that on a date!”

Harry looked behind himself on Saturday afternoon at Draco who was glaring at him with his hands on his hips.

“You look like your mum right now,” Harry snickered as he went back to trying to ‘artfully style’, as Blaise called it, his hair.

“And she would kill us both if I allowed you to go out in that,” Draco said.

“What’s wrong with my clothes?” Harry looked down at his newest dark green Weasley sweater with a big H on the front and his trousers. “This is what I always wear.”

“Precisely,” Draco said as he started digging in his own trunk. “You always wear it.”

Harry glanced at Theo and Blaise who were nodding along with Draco.

“You can’t wear that on a date,” Theo said. “You have to dress up at least a little.”

“You aren’t,” Harry muttered.

“Am too,” Theo said. He stood up and held his arms out as he spun in a slow circle.

“Why can’t I wear that then?” Harry cried, gesturing to Theo’s jeans and collared jumper. “That looks normal to me.”

Draco, who had an armful of what looked like silk, scowled at Theo and threw the clothes back in his trunk.

“Fine!” He dug around for another moment before pulling out a pair of nice jeans and a dark green jumper. “Here- hold on...” he pulled out a grey collared shirt and thrust it in Harry’s hands as well. “Put this on under the jumper.”

“Cheers,” Harry grinned and ran quickly to the restroom where he hopped around as he quickly changed. He shrunk Draco’s clothes until they fit his thinner frame a bit better and went back out with his arms stretched out. “Better?”

“You’ll do,” Draco huffed as he pulled on a posh pair of dark blue robes.

“Dashing my dearest,” Blaise said as he laced up his boots.

“Have you got a date too then?” Harry asked him as he caught his boots that Theo tossed to him.

“Sure do,” Blaise smiled sharply. “The darling Miss Bridgette Lacey was feeling rather left out this holiday and I graciously offered to join her.”

“The fourth year Hufflepuff girl?” Ron asked as he flipped over to his back on his bed.

“Thats the one.”

Ron snickered for some reason.

“What’s so funny?” Harry asked curiously.

“Well it’s no mystery why Blaise asked her, she’s dead gorgeous isn’t she?”

Blaise stuck his nose in the air pompously.

“I like her personality.”

“Of course,” Theo said as he snickered alongside Ron. “We believe you.”

“At least I have a date,” Blaise said with a pointed look towards Ron. “In fact, I think you’re the only one in the room without a date.”

“I don’t need a date,” Ron scowled. “Me and Neville are going with a group of other people who are protesting this stupid holiday.”

“Neville and I,” Blaise corrected him annoyingly.

“‘M leaving,” Harry called, interrupting the bickering that was beginning to break out between Blaise and Ron.

“Good luck!” Draco yelled. “Tell Weasley I’ll kill him if he’s mean to you!”

“Harry would kill him himself,” Theo laughed.

Harry pulled the dorm door shut behind him as the boys started a bet on how his date would go. He really truly believed that Ron and Blaise could make any event in to a betting pool.

As Harry skidded to a stop in the entrance hall he finally realized just how many students must be taking Valentine’s Day seriously. The hall was crowded with students third year and above, all dressed up more than usual, standing around waiting on their dates from other houses to arrive.

Harry remained on the stairs, wishing he had thought to grab his map so he could look for Fred’s dot and figured that at least the stairs would give him a height advantage to look for the tall red-headed Gryffindor boy.

“Boo,” someone whispered in his ear.

“Jesus fuck!” Harry screeched, jumping and turning around quickly, pocket knife already in hand and brandished in front of him.

“Woah,” Fred took a couple steps back and put his hands up with an easy smile. “I forgot I probably shouldn’t surprise the guy who carries a knife.”

Harry put his knife back in his pocket and smirked up at Fred.

“Probably a bad idea,” he agreed. “You, er, you’re sure you want me to go with you? This isn’t some weird prank?”

Neville had told him that Fred and George were huge pranksters and even had dreams of opening their own joke shop after they graduated. Harry had been up all night last night worrying that maybe this was a joke and he was going to look stupid if he fell for it.

“It wouldn’t be a very funny prank to ask you to go with me if I didn’t want you to,” Fred said. “Pranks are supposed to be either funny or payback of some sort.”

“Payback?” Harry asked eagerly. “What kinda pranks do you use for payback?”

“I’m glad you asked,” Fred grinned. “C’mon, I’ll tell you all about it while we walk.”

Harry followed closely behind Fred as he dodged between other students and ducked out the main doors.

“Bit chilly, innit?” Fred grinned as he shoved his hands in his pockets and set off slowly down the pathway.

Harry rolled his eyes, warm us up, he instructed his magic.

“Wicked!” Fred cried when the spell hit him. “How d’you do that?”

“Do what?”

“You know-“ Fred waved his hands around, “wandless magic? It’s supposed to be really hard. My brother Bill is a genius and he still has to use his wand for almost everything.”

“Practice,” Harry smirked. “Spent my whole life practicing, didn’t I?”

“You’re a genius,” Fred said happily.

“I know,” Harry agreed. “Let’s hear about those pranks then.”

“Alright.” Fred smiled and inched closed to Harry as he told him stories about pranks him and his brother have played on people who irritated them.

By the time they arrived in the village Harry had laughed so hard at some of Fred’s past pranks that he had tears in his eyes.

“You’re brilliant,” Harry said. “I’d give anything to make a potion that turns someone in to a bird.”

“Mark my words Harry, Canary Creams will be the next big hit,” Fred said confidently. “Where d’you wanna go first?”

Harry, who usually just ran around random places with his friends, shrugged.

“Where d’you wanna go?” he asked instead.

“Did you know the Shrieking Shack is haunted?” Fred said with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “Aaaaand, there’s a secret passageway that leads back to Hogwarts in it.”

“It’s not haunted,” Harry laughed. “There used to be a werewolf that spent the full moon in there. Can I see the passageway? I saw it on the map but I haven’t checked it out yet, have I?”

“I’ll show you the passageway if you tell me how you found out about a werewolf,” Fred said as he slowly put a hand on Harry’s shoulder and turned him towards the Shack.

“‘Kay so listen, here’s what Snape said...”

Harry talked about Snape’s story of Lupin, while keeping Lupin’s name out of it, as they walked together towards the Shack.

“Snape would be a wicked guardian,” Fred said. “I bet he has loads of cool stories.”

“He does,” Harry confirmed. “How do we get in?”

“Watch closely,” Fred winked before climbing over the fence and walking right up to the building.

“That’s cool,” Harry said as he quickly climbed the fence and caught up. “But my invisibility cloaks way cooler.”

“You have an invisibility cloak?” Fred cried as he quickly held the shack door open for Harry. “And you aren’t even using it for pranks! Harry, Harry, Harry, I have so much to teach you.”

Harry laughed as he ducked beneath Fred’s arm in to the Shack.

“Let’s see this secret passageway,” he smirked over his shoulder at him.

“Yes sir,” Fred laughed.

The two of them explored the abandoned Shack for a while after Fred showed him the passageway,

“It’s blocked by the Whomping Willow though,” he explained when Harry asked if they could go through it.

After they were done looking for interesting things in the Shack, they walked back towards the village where they spent a couple hours in Zonko’s. Fred showed Harry all the different products he used and they were each greeted multiple times by their own various friends as they browsed the shelves. In the end they each bought a bag full of prank items and Harry promised to use at least one of his items on Ron at some point.

“Fancy a drink?” Fred asked after they left the store and Harry shrunk their bags to pocket sizes.

“Yeah, alright.”

Fred lightly let the back of his hand brush against the back of Harry’s as they walked. Harry initially pulled his hand away from the contact but then slowly put it back. Fred looked over at him and smiled a bit shyly in a way that made Harry’s cheeks warm up despite the cold wind.

“After you,” Fred held the door open for Harry with a deep bow that made Harry laugh.

“Thank ya sir,” he said with his best attempt at a deep posh tone.

“Where do you wanna sit?” Fred asked politely. Harry looked around and grinned as he saw Black sitting at the bar top. He hadn’t noticed Harry walk in as he looked to be deeply involved in a conversation with Madame Rosmerta that involved a lot of winks and wide hand gestures.

“You remember that map you gave me?” Harry asked Fred quietly.

“You mean the map you definitely tricked us in to giving you? Yes,” Fred grinned in a way that made Harry think he was probably just joking since Harry definitely hadn’t tricked them.

“Wanna meet one of the guys who made it?”

“What?” Fred stared at Harry in shock before bobbing his head enthusiastically. “You mean to tell me that you can do wandless magic, you have an invisibility cloak, aaaand you know one of the Mauraders?”

“Yup, c’mon.” Harry hesitantly grabbed Fred’s hand and looked up at him to make sure it was okay. Fred smiled brightly down at him and Harry returned it as he pulled him along towards Black.

“Harry!” Black cried as the two boys approached him. “How are you?”

“Good,” Harry glanced at Fred and laughed to see the older boy looked torn between looking afraid of Sirius Black, recently exonerated murderer, or curious if he was the mystery Maurader. “This is Fred. Fred this is my godfather Sirius Black, his friends call him Padfoot though.”

“Holy Mother of Merlin.” Fred stuck the hand that wasn’t still wrapped up in Harry’s out to Black. “I’m a huge fan of the map you made!”

“You’re the one Harry got the map from?” Black asked as he shook Fred’s hand quickly. “No wonder Minnie said you were a hooligan! You guys wanna sit, have a drink?”

Fred turned hopeful blue eyes towards Harry who rolled his eyes jokingly and claimed a seat two over from Black, allowing Fred to sit between them.

“Who’s Minnie?” Fred asked, which sent Black off on a story of Professor Minnie and her secret deep love for him that had Harry and Fred both laughing at his antics.

Rosmerta brought them each a bottle of butter beer that Fred insisted on paying for, “this is a date,” he whispered to Harry with a quick wink. Harry shrugged and bought the second round as he said the same thing to Fred.

The three of them sat for a long while and exchanged stories and jokes as they snacked on some different foods Rosmerta brought them.

“I have so much to learn,” Fred laughed after Black told them a story involving Harry’s dad and Black as they tried to befriend the Giant Squid.

“As long as you graduate and feel like you’ve given Minnie as many grey hairs as possible then it’s mischief managed,” Black said.

Harry looked around the pub during the lull in their conversation and was startled to see it was starting to get dark.

“I should probably get you back so we don’t end up in detention,” Fred said as he followed Harry’s gaze to the darkening windows.

“Hey, Harry, can I actually talk to you real quick before you go?”

Harry glanced at Fred who shrugged at Black’s question.

“I’ll just meet you over there, alright?” he offered.

“‘Kay.” Harry watched Fred walk off before turning to Black. “What’s up?”

Black took a deep breath.

“I know Snape’s your guardian, and I know you and him get along pretty well-“ Harry wrinkled his nose as he thought of Snape insisting Harry had some sort of disease. “-but I wanted to tell you that I bought a house,” Black continued hesitantly. “And if you wanted to live with me, then you could.”

Harry blinked at him a few times as he processed his meaning.

“Live with you instead of Snape?” he asked.

“Yeah.” Black scratched at the back of his neck nervously as Harry kept blinking at him. “You don’t have to answer right now, but just think about it, okay?”

Harry nodded cautiously as he stood up and inched towards the doorway where Fred was waiting.

“Alright,” he agreed. “I’ll think about it, yeah?”

“Thanks,” Black smiled at him before looking towards Fred. “Fred seems like a decent guy, are you glad you came out with him?”

“Yeah,” Harry grinned at the change in topic. He felt uneasy about Black’s offer to move in. It felt even worse when he considered moving out of his and Snape’s home, even if Snape was being a git right now. “Fred’s brill, ain’t he?”

“Seems like it,” Black agreed. “You guys better hurry back though. I’ll write to you and we can talk more about our place if you wanted to?”

“‘Kay, I’ll see ya later,” Harry said before quickly hurrying back over to Fred.

“Everything alright?” Fred asked as they left the Three Broomsticks.

“Yup.” Harry shook his head, determined to focus on his time right now and leave the idea Black shared for future Harry to worry about. “This has been fun,” he said as they walked up the path hand in hand. “I’ve never been on a date before,” he admitted softly. “Thought I might bugger the whole thing up, didn’t I?”

Fred laughed and squeezed Harry’s hand lightly.

“Nah. Unless you ran away screaming at some point I don’t think you could have,” he said.

“Still time to do that,” Harry joked.

Fred smiled over at him and Harry thought Fred had a nice smile. He had great teeth, straight and white, but with one little crooked tooth that made his smile more interesting.

“Are you busy tonight?” Fred asked him as they passed through the gates.

Harry laughed as he thought of all the stuff he’s been working on at night while his dorm mates slept.

“I can’t try and turn myself in to an owl until after we beat you for the cup,” Harry explained. “So besides working on my gills, I’m mostly free. Why?”

Fred looked confused when Harry mentioned his projects. Which, to be fair, probably sounded confusing if you didn’t understand the details.

“Wellll, if your gills can wait, there’s a party going on tonight. It’s mostly just for older students, but I know a couple other third years that are coming. Do you wanna come?”

“Alright,” Harry bounced on his toes eagerly at the idea. “What should I wear? Or bring? Or do?”

Fred laughed at his enthusiasm, “Wear what you have on, it’s perfect,” he grinned and Harry blushed. “And bring your map, see if you can find me. The passwords ‘Jelly Slugs’.”

“Oh I’ll find ya,” Harry said confidently as Fred held the castle doors open for him. “That maps brilliant, innit?”

“You’re brilliant,” Fred said softly. “See you tonight.” And with a last squeeze to Harry’s hand they parted ways before entering the Great Hall to go sit at their respective tables.

Harry smiled to himself thought this might have been the best day of his life, and hopefully tonight would be just as great.

***

“Where are you going?”

Harry jumped and turned a guilty face towards the sofa in the common room where Blaise was seated.

“Hello there,” he said casually. “Nice night, innit?”

Blaise snorted and got up to lean against the couch closer to Harry.

“Where are you off to?” he asked again.

Harry glanced around the common room to make sure there weren’t any other students lurking around before leaning close to Blaise.

“Party Fred invited me to,” he whispered. “Wanna come?”

“Party with older students?” Blaise asked.

“Yup,” Harry confirmed.

“I’m in.” Blaise brushed off some imaginary dirt from his robes. “Are we using your cloak?”

“And my map,” Harry confirmed. “Fred told me to come find him so ‘m gonna.”

Blaise chuckled quietly as Harry threw his cloak around them both and pulled his map out.

“I solemnly swear I am up to no good,” he murmured with a quick tap to the parchment.

“There he is,” Blaise pointed at the dot labeled Fred Weasley that was stacked with a bunch of other dots on the third floor.

“Let’s go,” Harry whispered as they quietly left the common room.

Harry and Blaise carefully followed the map to an unused classroom on the third floor. They’d had to take one detour to avoid the dot labeled Filius Flitwick, but otherwise arrived with no issues.

“This is mad,” Blaise muttered beneath the cloak. “What were we thinking?”

“We were thinking this was gonna be fun,” Harry grinned. “If you wanna back out though last chance.”

“No way,” Blaise said stubbornly. “If you get to party with fifth years then so do I.”

“Good man,” Harry said with a cheery clap of Blaise’s shoulder before yanking the cloak off them. “Let’s do it.”

Harry knocked on the door and whispered the password Fred told him. The door swung open and Harry’s jaw dropped at the sheer amount of students and noise that were previously concealed behind the door. There were at least thirty students dancing, laughing, and singing along to a song Harry didn’t recognize that had a loud bass beat.

“I think it’s more than just fifth years,” Blaise murmured. Harry laughed in agreement and quickly shut the door behind them.

“Harry!! Looking good,” Fred called as he came running up to them. “And... and I don’t know your name,” he said to Blaise.

“Blaise Zabini,” Blaise said as he looked around eagerly. “Not important though, enjoy your night gentlemen.”

Harry laughed as Blaise sauntered off towards a group of giggling girls.

“He’s an incorrigible flirt,” he said solemnly to Fred.

“So are they,” Fred jerked his thumb to the girls that Blaise was now chatting up. “Want a drink?”

“Alright then.” Harry followed alongside Fred to a table set up with what looked like crates of butterbeer, snacks, a few bowls of punch, and a bunch of bottles that Harry recognized as similar ones to the bottles in Snape’s liquor cabinet.

“Butterbeer or firewhiskey?” Fred asked.

“Firewhiskey,” Harry said immediately.

Fred poured Harry a full glass with a ridiculously outlandish flourish of his arms.

“C’mon then, I’ll go introduce you,” he said when he passed Harry his cup.

Harry took a gulp of the drink as he followed Fred and sputtered at the strong taste.

“Fuck,” he gasped as heat enveloped his mouth and throat. “That’s disgusting.”

“Gets better the more you have,” Fred said as he threw the arm not holding his own drink around Harry’s shoulders. Harry slowly flexed his hand while he debated on shrugging out from the other boys arm. Fred kept his arm loose around Harry’s shoulders, as if knowing that Harry wasn’t entirely certain about it yet.

It’s nice, he eventually decided as Fred guided him through the crowd. It wasn’t as comfortable as Luna or Susan but it wasn’t as bad as when adults did it either.

“Harry you know George of course,” Fred pulled him from his debate as they approached his group of friends. “Feel free to call him the ugly twin though.” Harry laughed while George put on a fake pout. “And Lee Jordan-“ a dark skinned Gryffindor boy that does the quidditch announcements raised a glass in Harry’s direction. “Angelina, Katie, and Alicia- they’re Gryffindors chasers of course.” Harry nodded at the three girls pretending he recognized them. “And Dean Thomas, he’s in your year. Finnigans here somewhere too, and Roger Davies from Ravenclaw.”

“Hey,” Harry said uncertainly as they all stared at him.

“He speaks!” One of the girls, maybe Alicia?, cried dramatically. “We were starting to think you only hissed or cursed.”

“I do that too,” Harry smirked.

“One of your many charms,” Fred laughed. “C’mon, come sit.” He pulled Harry over to the sofa where George was seated and shoved his brother unceremoniously to the floor. “Shove up.”

“I knew Master Snake would drive us apart,” George said dramatically as he moved from the floor to another nearby chair. “I’d challenge him to a duel for your honor-“

“But we all know you’d lose,” Harry laughed.

“I would have given anything to see you duel them,” the Gryffindor girl with the long braids said with a grin. “They were so cocky about it too.”

“Did Snape teach you to duel then?” Davies asked.

“Nah,” Harry waved his free hand. “Quirrell did.”

“Quiet little Professor Quirrell?” Jordan asked. “No way!”

“Quiet little Quirrell with Voldemort on the back of his head? He absolutely did.” Harry laughed as everyone around them twitched at the name and stared at him in shock.

“Drink up!” George said as he summoned a bottle of something. “I sense a good story here.”

Harry shared drinks with the group of the other students as he told them all about Quirrell and dueling and the trapdoor and shooting lightning at his turban.

“You told You-Know-Who to fuck off?” Fred asked when Harry finished his story.

“Yup.”

“You’re absolutely mad,” George laughed. “Marry him Freddie.”

Harry would have scowled at George’s declaration of him being mad but at this point he’d finished off his drink and thought the whole thing was quite funny.

“Potter’s mad alright,” someone snorted rudely. Harry glanced around and saw Finnigan had joined their group and was glaring at where Harry sat squished against Fred. “Who brought the Slytherin?”

“Careful Finnigan,” Fred said as he threw his arm around Harry’s shoulder. “Don’t make Harry here twitch at you.”

The rest of the older students howled with laughed at the reminder of Finnigan’s boggart, though Thomas slid up beside his friend loyally.

“I’m not scared of Potter, that boggart was a lark,” Finnigan sneered as his face turned red.

“Ya sure?” Harry said. “Cause ya look scared, don’t ya?”

“Piss off Seamus, we’re having a good time,” the girl with the braids said from where she was lounging across George’s lap.

“Hard to have a good time with someone like Potter around, isn’t it?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Fred demanded as he got to his feet. George lightly shoved the girl off his lap and got up to stand by his twin as well. “‘Someone like Potter’, huh?”

“Dark, evil, fucked up in the head, take your pick,” Finnigan said right in Fred’s face.

Harry jumped to his feet at that, enjoying the odd little dizzy spell the liquor gave him.

“I dunno what your problem is but we can sort it out if ya want,” Harry said with a small smile as he flicked his wand in his hand. “‘Less you’re as scared as ya look.”

Finnigan pulled his wand out of his pocket and jammed it in Harry’s direction, only being blocked from making contact by Fred and George.

“I could kick your arse any day Potter,” he said. “You think you’re tough cause you know a bit of magic but everyone knows you’re just the next evil Wizard waiting to happen.”

Harry grinned at Finnigan and promptly drew his fist back and hit him square in the nose.

“Don’t suppose I need magic to fight you,” he said as Finnigan howled and clutched his nose. “Have a good one.” Harry turned back around and plopped back down on the sofa to jeers and laughter from the other students.

“You’re terrifying,” Fred laughed as he sat back down beside him.

“‘Have a good one’,” George said. “Bloody hell.”

Finnigan gave them all dirty looks but stalked off towards the other end of the room, Thomas following behind.

“You boys aren’t fighting over here, are you?” a boy walked up with a lazy smile. He had long blonde braids, a ball cap pulled over on top of them, and hazy blue eyes.

“I am,” Harry smirked.

“Of course you are,” the boy laughed as she sat in the middle of the group on the floor. “Harry Potter‘ll fight anyone. And whoever you don’t fight, Susan will,” the boy laughed again in a lazy sort of way that reminded Harry of Blaise’s laughter.

“You in Hufflepuff then?” Harry asked, eyeing the yellow crest on his robe pocket.

“Harry this is Johnny, Johnny meet Harry,” Fred said. “Johnny’s a sixth year in Hufflepuff.”

“My sister Hannah’s in your year,” Johnny said as he offered Harry his hand. Harry glanced down at his hand and nodded at him instead.

“Yeah you look a bit alike,” he lied. Johnny was tall and thin, with sharp cheekbones and dark blonde hair. Hannah was one of the shorter girls in their year and had light blonde hair and round cheeks.

“No they don’t,” Jordan laughed as he slid to the floor next to Johnny. “Johnny’s adopted.”

“Really?” Harry asked curiously. “Why?”

One of the Gryffindor girls sighed dramatically at Harry’s question.

“You can’t just ask people why they’re adopted,” she said. “It’s rude.”

“I don’t mind,” Johnny pulled a small bag out of his pocket before leaning back and smirking up at Harry. “My parents were on drugs. Hannah’s dads my uncle. My mom was a squib and she shacked up with a muggle junkie and then they had little old magical me and started doing crank. They dropped me off at my uncles house when I was a baby and never came back. Probably died in an alley somewhere.”

“Son of a bitch,” Harry breathed, “that’s what my aunt told me about my parents!”

Which, apparently, was the wrong thing to say because the other kids all looked at him with varying levels of curiosity on their faces.

“Your aunt said your parents, James and Lily Potter, the bloody war heroes, were druggies?” Davies said with his bloodshot eyes wide.

“Yup. Said they dropped me off and didn’t want me.”

Fred wrapped his arm around Harry’s shoulder again and squeezed him lightly.

“What else can you expect from muggles who hate magic?” Angelina (Harry’s 95% sure that’s her name) snorted.

“Did they really hate magic?” Davies asked.

“Whatcha got there?” Fred asked Johnny loudly while shooting a dark look towards Davies.

“Pot,” Johnny said with a crooked grin. “Want some?”

“Don’t you dare Fred Weasley,” Angelina shook her finger in his direction. “Wood will kill you.”

“I’m not scared of Oliver,” Fred laughed. “Alright then, how’s it work?”

Harry watched as Johnny used his wand to light the little joint he rolled. Harry had seen loads of kids smoke before. Cigarettes and pot were as interchangeable in the youth shelters he’d hide in every once in a while as water and liquor. He’d never smoked it before, but he’d had a lot of offers before he came to Hogwarts.

Fred reached for the joint after Johnny lit it and raised it to his own lips.

“Cheers,” he said before taking a deep inhale. “Fuck,” Fred coughed loudly as he exhaled the smoke and handed the joint back to Johnny. “That’s terrible.”

“That’s cause you didn’t do it right,” Harry laughed along with the other kids, except for Angelina who looked disapproving. “You’re supposed to hold the smoke in longer, ain’t you?”

“You smoke?” Johnny asked him.

“Not really,” Harry shrugged. “Just seen it a lot, haven’t I?”

“Want some?” Johnny offered Harry the joint.

Harry hesitated for a moment and an image of Snape’s disappointed face drifted through his already fuzzy mind. He thought about how mad he would be if he knew Harry was even at a party past curfew, let alone smoking and drinking. But then he remembered how Snape thought he was sick and stuck his chin out stubbornly.

“Sure.” Harry accepted the joint and took a deep inhale, he held it in as he counted to ten then gently blew it out. “Like that,” he grinned at Fred before passing it back to Johnny.

“Pass it here then,” Jordan said. After that Harry, Johnny, Fred, George, Jordan, and Katie took turns passing it around until they’d burnt through two joints. Angelina, Alicia, and Davies all turned down the offer but watched, drank, and laughed as the rest of them slowly got high.

“I think I’m floating,” George laughed.

“I’ll hold you down,” Angelina giggled, sounding a little drunk, as she threw herself on top of him.

“That’s our cue to move Harry,” Fred said, offering Harry his hand to get to his feet. “C’mon, I don’t wanna watch my brother snog Angie.” Harry laughed and let Fred pull him towards the group of dancing students where he was surprised to see Blaise dancing rather closely to a bloke with dark black hair.

“Wanna dance?” Fred yelled in Harry’s ear, shouting to be heard over the music which was much louder in this area.

“I dunno how,” Harry laughed. “Teach me?”

Fred smiled brightly as he grabbed Harry’s hands and pulled him right up close to himself.

“You were too far away,” Fred said. “It’s like this.”

Fred wrapped his arms around Harry’s waist and quirked an eyebrow up after he did it, “This okay?”

“Yeah,” Harry said as he wrapped his own arms around Fred’s waist. “Brill, innit?”

Fred laughed and started moving his hips back and forth in a fast rhythm that Harry tried to mimic.

“You said you don’t know how to dance!” Fred cried after a few songs passed as Harry continued copying his moves. “You’ve tricked me Potter.”

“‘M just doin’ what you are,” Harry laughed. “Guess you’re a good teacher.”

Fred leaned down until his mouth was next to Harry’s ear, “I’m good at a lot of things,” he whispered. Harry wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol, or pot, or just the whole evening but he felt rather light headed as the blood in his brain rushed south at Fred’s whisper.

“Yeah?” he said back just as softly. “Suppose you don’t wanna prove it do ya?”

Fred leaned back to look at Harry and his blue eyes lit up.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked hesitantly.

Harry didn’t even stop to think about it, he just surged forward and pressed his lips against Fred’s.

He’s got nice lips, Harry decided. Soft and warm.

Fred slid one of his hands up to the back of Harry’s neck. Harry gasped lightly at the feeling and Fred took the opportunity to deepen the kiss.

“Wanna go somewhere more private?” he murmured after he moved his mouth from Harry’s lips to his ear.

“Yes, please,” Harry breathed.

Fred laced their fingers together and pulled Harry off to a dark corner of the room.

“No where to sit, but it’s private,” Fred whispered as he began kissing the side of Harry’s neck.

“Mm, I can fix that,” Harry murmured with a quick snap of his fingers.

The tiny red loveseat he conjured wasn’t quite what he’d pictured in his head, but he’d never attempted conjuring while drunk before either.

“You’re brilliant,” Fred said as he lightly shoved Harry on to the sofa and semi straddled his lap. “Handsome, brilliant, funny...” Fred trailed off as he continued kissing Harry’s neck. Harry felt his face heat up at the praise.

“Can- can I touch you?” Harry asked while his hands hovered over Fred’s back.

“Please,” Fred said. “Can I touch you?”

“Yeah,” Harry said quickly as he ran his hands beneath Fred’s light t shirt. “Fuck, you’re fit,” he said as he felt Fred’s tight muscles.

“I don’t just break peoples arms during matches you know,” Fred laughed as he moved his own hands up Harry’s back on top of his shirt. Harry tensed up at the contact and suddenly felt like he couldn’t breathe. Fred was going to suffocate him. He took a few deep breaths and focused on the freckles on Fred’s arms as he blinked away the white dots that were threatening to overtake his vision.

“Here, trade me.” Harry scooted over and pulled Fred down to the sofa before he threw his legs over his lap and scooted on top of him. Fred put his hands above his own head and gave Harry a serious look.

“You sure this is okay? I don’t wanna do anything you don’t,” he said.

Harry nodded eagerly, “Yeah, ‘m fine. C’mere.” Harry pulled Fred’s face to his own and lost himself for a few minutes as Fred and Harry eagerly explored each other’s mouths with their tongues.

“You taste like whiskey,” Harry laughed as he moved his mouth to the other boys neck. “Can I kiss you here?”

“Mm, yes please,” Fred sighed. “Can I touch your back?”

Harry hesitated for a moment before agreeing.

“Don’t be weird,” he murmured between light kisses to the side of his throat.

“Why would I be weird?” Fred asked as he slowly ran his hands up Harry’s back. “Oh- fuck.” Harry froze as Fred’s hands made contact with his bare back. “What happened?” Fred asked.

Harry felt himself heat up with shame as Fred was feeling the scars on his back.

“D’you wanna talk or...” Harry trailed off and lightly bit Fred’s ear, something he’d liked quite a bit when Fred did it to him before.

“Talk later,” Fred agreed as he continued to explore Harry’s back with his hands. “Merlin you’re hot.”

“You too,” Harry said as he tried to readjust himself on Fred’s lap. He could feel undeniable proof of the effect of... well, everything...

“Like this.” Fred slowly put his hands on Harry’s hips and repositioned him until each of Harry’s legs were on either side of Fred’s.

“You’re killing me,” Harry groaned. “Fuck.”

“I don’t think that’s a first date kind of move,” Fred said in a breathy whisper as he lightly thrust his hips up in to Harry’s.

“Fuuuuuck,” Harry repeated as he could feel Fred’s hardness against his own at the move.

The two boys spent what might have been minutes, or hours, or maybe even days, slowly and eagerly exploring each other from the waist up until Harry thought he might explode from all the contact.

Fred lifted Harry up and turned quickly to switch their positions.

“Don’t lay on me,” Harry said quickly. “I-I don’t think I l-like that.”

“I won’t,” Fred said as he slid to his knees on the floor in front of Harry. “Can I...?” he flicked his eyes down to Harry’s jeans and back up to Harry’s. He could see that Fred’s eyes were nearly black instead of their usual blue with as blown as his pupils were.

Harry froze for a moment as Fred’s question registered in his head.

“You want me to do it to you?” Harry asked quietly.

“Not if you don’t want to,” Fred said. “It’s not a trade Harry, it’s an offer,” he winked.

“Yeah,” Harry nodded at Fred before he leaned forward and kissed him. “I- N-nobody’s ever done that to me before,” he admitted softly.

“Then prepare to be amazed,” Fred said with a wide smile. “Are you sure it’s okay? We can stop. I’m not in any rush here.”

Harry glanced around quickly and saw that nobody was anywhere near their private little corner of the room and nodded down at Fred.

“If you want to, I do,” he said.

Fred kissed him once more before he slowly, gently, and carefully unzipped Harry’s jeans.

Harry threw his head back on the sofa and closed his eyes at the contact. He bit his lip in an effort to hold in the embarrassing noises his mouth couldn’t seem to stop making.

Afterwards, while Harry was seeing an entirely new kind of white stars twinkling in his vision, Fred smiled at him from where he was still kneeling on the floor.

“You liked it?”

“‘M gonna die it was so good,” Harry murmured lazily as he body relaxed in to a state of pure bliss. “Jesus.”

Fred propped his upper body up on the sofa and started trailing lazy kisses across Harry’s exposed abdomen.

“We should probably-“

But whatever Fred was about to offer was cut off by a lit wand suddenly being thrust in their direction.

Somehow, in their state of bliss, Harry and Fred hadn’t noticed the rest of the students quickly rushing out of the classroom when a professor initially appeared.

Harry yelped as he quickly covered himself up at the sight of the lit wand.

“Parties over,” Lupin said sternly. “Fred, 25 points from Gryffindor, get to your dorm. Harry, 25 points from Slytherin.”

“Worth it,” Harry said as he tried to stand up and staggered against Fred who was also stumbling a bit.

“Definitely worth it,” Fred agreed.

“We’ll see if it’s worth it when I contact both your parents,” Lupin said.

“‘M parents are dead, ain’t they?” Harry laughed.

Lupin gave him a grim look, “Severus isn’t.”

And for about the fiftieth time that night, for an entirely different reason, Harry groaned, “Fuuuuck.”

Chapter End Notes

Up Next: Valentine’s Day part II

Ps: I totally do not believe that there wouldn’t be wild parties at a BOARDING SCHOOL FULL OF MAGIC TEENAGERS. I think Canon-Harry just didn’t get invited to them.

Pss: I am going on a mini road trip tomorrow to a concert and will not have the next update out until Thursday night!