would you like a towel
Chapter 14
Would you Like a Towel?
Its been a few days and Sam has still been out of sorts. I’m not sure on what to make of it. He has these moments like nothing is wrong and then he will be all secretive and reserved. I mean I know he has always been reserved but its never been directed at me so I have never thought nothing of it. I have noticed he is normal in front of the guys but once we are in the flat on our own, he becomes a different person. Its got my head spinning. It doesn’t help that we are going to be pulling off the theft of the century. We have to break into a country house, owned by some of the wealthiest people in the country. Anyone that knows anything about art knows these guys are major players and collectors. They have a big family called the Chadwick's and they all dabble in it. These guys are seriously old money. Their house is like a fortress with arm guards everywhere. Attack dogs on the grounds at night.
What we need to get is, would you believe it or not, a stolen statue. It was stolen form the egypton mmuseum about twenty years ago. One of the younger family members have been bragging about it amongst his one percenter friends. What we need to do is take it and deliver it to this very unscrupulous guy who deserves it no more than the guys who have it now. But that's not a me problem. We have plans on how we are going to get in but once we are in its all on us, and when I say we I mean me. For fuck sake its always me that has to do the ‘shit yourself’ stuff. We have manage to procure the house blue prints from one of Tash's connections in the housing department but that still not going to be enough to really help. It wont show where the CCTV is. The one that we know they have. These people are worth billions and getting the latest in security for their house seems like a drop in the bucket.
So my first job it to infiltrate the security company that works for them, get all the info I can on them, without anyone knowing. Then try and install some malware on their servers. Honestly I have non idea what I just said but Sam has made it clear that he will make sure I know what I’m doing. As he was the one that has designed the malware, I think I should be good. So that's my pan for a Friday night. We have the address of the security company. Its called something stupid like Securicon, or something like that but they seem legit and very capable if the security around the Chadwick's mansion is anything to go by. So that's my job for the next few days. I’m going to do the re-con and see how the company operates. Honestly we are pushing our luck a little here. Normally we would re-con for a few weeks but we don’t have the time if I’m going to be going back to Hogwarts again in September. Risk it for a biscuit isn't the phrase I like to use when it comes to doing my job but needs must.
So that's where I am now. Sitting on the roof of a bakery about three shops off Securicon’s main office branch. I’m in North Shields not far from an old folks home. The street is busy but its the main shopping area so that's to be expected. There is a regular supply of people in and out of the office. From what I can see its a relatively large office block. Its all devoted to Securicon, so that means we have an entire building to search, hope we get lucky, and find the records room or archive, whatever they call it. \now companies like this require a lot of rules and guild lines that they have to follow. That means plans and information on how each of their clients are protected. Which is great for us, as that means lots and lots of juicy knowledge. And I’m sure that anyone that knows me knows I love knowledge. Especially when I get to have some gun with it and for all the complaining I do about working, God I fucking love it. Heart in the mouth, skin of your teeth type shit is what I get up for in the morning. I suppose with going to Hogwarts and having all this shit I have to do, made me a bit complacent. I was busy last year. We not any more. The moment I got up onto this stupid slippery roof I realised that it’s good to be me.
The sun is out and its warm but there is a breeze so I was kept cool. Ive written down all the comings and goings but we really need a layout of this building too. Then it hits me maybe we are going about this all wrong. We can get in there its open to the public. Why don’t we just go in there and get the layout of the place under the guiles of buying there services. I have property owned by the Potter family so maybe I have something I can use for this prepose. I will have to check my paperwork. All the shit the goblins sent me last year is all stuffed in my draw next to my bed so I can check that when I get back. God I’m so fucking stupid. Why the fuck didn’t I think of this before? Was my only thought as I ‘apperated’ to the ground. Honestly what is wrong with saying teleport. You say that in the wizarding world and people look at you like your fucking crazy. I am coming to terms with all the… terms. But its like learning a new fucking language and I cant stand trying to fugue out other languages. Tried learning french in school and fuck me. Its seriously difficult. Three different ways of saying pretty much everything depending on who your talking to. What's the point. Just spit it out and get it over with.
Walking back home I pop by a payphone. I give Tash a call at home. She working on the get away. Where the job is, is very far from any town or city so we are needing transportation. And anyone that knows anything about thieving knows you need a ditch car. One from leaving the scene and another to get the fuck out of dodge. She picks up the phone in an overly cheery voice. “Hi its me, Harry.”
“Harry? What the fuck are you doing you are meant to be monitoring the office what you doing ring me for. Between you and Sam you need to get your head in the game. This is not to be fucked with we could all go down for a very long time for this. That's if they even let us live. Ive been reading up on this family and they don’t seem to deal well with thieves. The last one to try disappeared That's why we get paid so much.” me forgetting everything for a second.
“What's up with Sam? What's happened? Is he okay?” panic very obvious in my voice.
“Sam! Huh. He's got his fucking head up his arse at the moment. He just wont concentrate.” shaking herself out her gossiping she continues. “Never mind Sam, anyway. Why you ringing when there is work to do?”
“I have an idea that can save us a shit load of time and make our lives a lot easier but I ain't saying nothing over the phone.”
“Really? And why couldn’t you just gave told us it the other day when we were talking about it?” Because you not the only one that has noticed that my boyfriend seems to have something on his mind and I’m really starting to expect that its something else. What that something else is I have no clue.
“I had an epiphany on the roof tops. Throw me a fucking bone here will you. I’m trying to help.”
“Okay, okay. Relax! I’m only pulling your leg. I didn’t mean nothing.” in the background I can here her say to herself. “Christ! What the hell is up with everyone today?”
“I'm on my way back now. I wont be long.”
“Okay Hun. Bring some scran.”
“Yeah, sure.” hanging up I sigh to myself. This shit with Sam has come at the worst possible moment. Its gong to be a hard job if we have two distracted people trying and failing to work together.
He's been so weird with me ever since he went out for that meeting and didn’t come back till the following morning. He will wake up and just be in a bad mood. Now he’s never been a morning person but he's never been like that. Then he has gone out for a walk or something then come back a few hours later and then he's all happy and lovey dovey with me when he gets back. We even has sexy time last night for the first time in weeks. It was great. We even cuddled. Again the first time in weeks. Then he wakes up and its back to the moody twat that I’m starting to not like being around. He's so hot and cold, and he's never been like this.
I pop to the sandwich shop that we like top go to just down the road from the flat. I don’t even have to tell him what I’m after. He knows. We all get the same thing basically. I shop and chance between tuna and chicken. Mickey seems to prefer the beef but it fucking stinks. A few minutes later and I have out food. I want sure if mickey was there but he will eat it when he gets back if not. I don’t apperate back to the flat, I just walk. The guys always tell me off cause it scares the living shit out of them and while I think its funny as all hell, I don’t want kicked in the balls again by Tash. So I walk. Its a nice day out so why not.
Getting back into the flat I see Tash on the sofa, looking through car mags the phone is next to her. I do admit that buying the cordless phone was worth the extra it cost. Its definitely earning its keep at the moment. She’s looking a bit stressed. I put the bag with out munch on the coffee table and give her a smile. “What is going on between you two?” I’m taken off guard by this. “Sam has not long left the moment I said you were coming back he grabbed his wallet and keys then fucked off out the flat. Seriously what is going on?” I walk over and move the phone. Throwing it onto her lap.
“I have no idea what's happened to him. He's been weird since the first couple of weeks I got back from school. I think he was enjoying his time without me and now that I’m back he's just annoyed with me being in the way all the time.” she's giving me a look. I’m not sure what to make of it. Its not a harsh looks its actually quite genital.
“Maybe. He has been spending a lot of time of his computer. Maybe he should step away from it for a bit maybe give you guys more chance to talk.”
“I would love to see that. Most of the time he is at home he's on the thing. I know he's got a project going and I don’t want to interrupt him. I want him to go legit and do something he passionate about.”
“Even if it means that's your unhappy?”
“I love him. I want him to follow his dreams. He wants to make computer games. Cool I want to help him encourage him. He's always done the same for me. He was the one that really pushed me to go to Hogwarts. You no I was on the fence about it.”
“Have you tried talking to him about it?”
“Yes. He just shoots me down and says I’m being dramatic. I don’t know what I need to do but I want us to get back to what we were.”
“Me too I cant do with this constant tension. You can cut it with a knife.”
“At least you can go to yours and get away from it. I have to live in it.” She just nods her head solemnly. We move on and I tell her my plans. I grab the stack of parchment that was sent over by the bank and I get to work on trying to find a property that I could use that would be warded to fuck and back. We spent the rest of the afternoon going over everything and Tash was gobsmacked at the shear amount of money and properties that I have. Turns out I also have a fear amount in other businesses too. Intriguing to know.
We find something that we think we can use and a plan starts to formulate into something devilishly beautiful. Its simple yet elegant and should get us flexing our acting skills. We pack away our plans and relax we can do what we need tomorrow morning as we are definitely going to need some new clothes for this. Then the afternoon we take the first step to finishing this job. Mickey comes back later in the evening. He eats his sandwich and still asks Tash if he can order pizza. How the fuck he eats like that I don’t know. We give him the low down and so does he. He has the get away car sorted and stashed away in a safe spot. That will be our car there and to the change over. After that it get torched. No evidence left behind. Mickey seems to like our new plan for Securicon. I happen to rather like it myself. Mind you its not something we have really done before on this scale. We have done things similar but that was normally over little shit where the risk was definitely worth the reward. And while this is still worth it, as I said, its on a whole different scale to what we are used to.
The next day find me and Tash looking for suitable clothing. We have taken a trip to London to get what we need. It is good being me. I was told apperating only gets taught at 17 and most people use a wand. Now obviously with what appears to be my unique perspective outlook on magic and my ability to use it without the need for a wand on most things gives me great leeway to explore the whole ‘wand has a tracker on it’ thing. Yeah do you believe it. They have tracker spells that stay on the wand until the witch or wizard turns 17. What a load of horse shit. How are we meant to get better when we don’t have the ability to use our magic. The thing is most pure-blood families can get away with it as their houses are so saturated with magic that the ministry can’t actually detect the tracker in the first place. Old wards have their uses, that's for sure. I digress. To put it simply I apperated us to London and we went shopping. Did we get stuff for ourselves sure we did. We were in new Bond street. And with no one giving a monkey fuck about who I am and don’t stare at me like I’m a fucking art exhibit, I’m actually enjoying myself. We did get the correct attire for our dastardly deeds well at least I think so. Time shall tell if they actually do the trick.
Sam didn’t come back last night. Nor did he come back in the morning. I was worried. I still am worried. But I thought that he was the person that taught me how to survive, so he should be able to look after himself. I’m just at a loss . Most things I can get away with just winging it but with this I can hardly think of an avenue of action that doesn’t lead to a shouting match that would probably do more harm than good. I know if I say something it will just sound like I’m trying to control him, cause that is what he does in arguments. I cant pretend that we have been completely compatible all the time but we always find a way around it. But this seems different. I’m out of my depth. Normally he would talk to me and tell me what's wrong. In his words ‘how can we do anything if we don’t know what it is.’ I just hope that he still clear headed enough to pull this job off. We need him in this. He's the one that is going to be opening all the computer door lock thingys. Don’t judge me we all have our weaknesses. Mine just happens to be technology.
We go into a fancy restaurant, who's name evades me. We get seated and we order like eight appetisers and six mains. The look on the waiters face when I asked for it all to be boxed up to go. I just smiled and told him that as nice as this place is I’m just ready for my sofa after that long day of shopping. I motions to my bags while saying it. Me pulling a fifty bob note and holding it out for him was his deciding factor I think. He was very nice to us after that. Got all our meals and asked if we wanted desert. We most certainly did. We bring it all back in the hopes that Sam will be back and he will be in a good mood. To be on the safe side I took us back to Tash and mickeys flat.
“OH SHIT, FUCK… jeeezus! Don't fucking do that in my house. You scared the living shit out of me.” Oops I should have gone to their bedroom. I didn’t think that mickey might be sitting on his sofa in his own house. The thought honestly never occurred to me. Was funny as fuck though. I might just pop into his loo when I know he's taking a shit. I wonder if I will help or hinder. The image doesn’t help me stop my laughter. Tash is on doubled over holder her side as she screeches with laughter. What neither of us notice is Sam. He's sitting on the sofa to the right of Mickey. He has a smirk on his face as Mickey jumped and spluttered. The moment our eyes meet he drops them to the floor. I try not to let the look of pure devastation that I’m feeling right now. My gut is in turmoil. Well at least that what it feels like. He cant even look at me. What have I done. Have I just not been trying hard enough? I know I have neglected others. Maybe I have done the same to Sam. A million thought are running through my mind and I’m shaken back to reality.
“You Harry Bow?” she's smiling at me, I should respond.
“Yeah?”
“Are we going to eat? I’m fucking starving.” she motions to the food that mickey had just been taking out of the bags and onto their dinning room table. Plates and cutlery already there. How long was I away there? My questions will have to wait though as I;m being dragged over and sat down in a seat right next to Sam. Tash and Mickey get stuck in and start dishing out things or taking dibs. I wasn't very hungry any more and I think Sam was the same. But I had hardened my features. I wasn't going to keep walking on egg shells just so I didn’t hurt his feeling when mine are getting mashed into the ground.
I stand up garnering the attention from everyone. “You guys might be able to pretend there is nothing wrong but I cant.” Turning to Sam I say, surprised at how poised my voice was, “Sam I don’t know what I’ve done that made you feel like you do but if you wont talk to me then don’t know what I can do. I think it best if I find another place to live.” He tries to protest but I hold up my hand and just talk over him. “I will stay on the sofa tonight…”
“You don’t have to.” Sam looks up at me and looks me still unable to look at me directly in the eye. “I will find somewhere else.” He turns to the others “Sorry guys I know I’ve been fucked up the past few weeks. I promise this will no longer effect the job. I’m in it.” Turning to me again, “Harry I need some space.” With that he walked away. Out the door. Leaving me just standing there like a fucking plum. Pretty much on the verge of tears. One look at Tash and I’m wrapped in her arms and I cant help it I burst. Everything that has built up over the last few weeks has finally started coming to its head and I’m not able to deal. He’s my rock, my man. The one I always had in my corner when the shit hit the fan. He was mine and I was his. That is a constant. A never ending bond of love and friendship. He was the first one in my life that ever made me feel like I mattered. That I was worth something. And now he has just walked out the door and the bond that we had has been smashed to pieces. He might not have said it but he doesn’t want me any more.
My evening didn’t get any better but at least it didn’t get any worse. I cried for a bit. For a while actually. I woke up early. Had a shower and tried to just get on with it. I’m Harry Fucking Potter and I have done stuff that would make the average adult tremble. Forward is the only way that I can go at the moment so I think that's the only coarse of action. I have a job to do.
One shitty night and barely any sleep later and we are outside Securicon. Me and Tash dressed in our most dabber outfits from yesterdays shopping trip. I’m in a chequered shirt and beige trousers. A nice pair of leather old man shoes that are busy ripping my heels to bits. Nothing overly flashy but something that screams middle class. Tash is looking completely different. Gone are the tracky bottoms and vest. Now she's sporting a wonderful dress, wedged sandals and a large brimmed reed hat. Again nothing fancy but a nice summer onsomble and she looks amazing in it. Very classy.
We walk in like we have every right to be here and we don’t plan on completely destroying their own security and make our way to the front desk.
“Hi we have an appointment booked.” Tash says to the clerk behind the reception desk. The girl behind the desk smiles at us and looks through her big ledger.
“Yes I see. Patterson is it?”
“Yep that's us.”
“Not a problem. If you would just have a seat to the side and I will give you a call when we are ready.”
“Thank you.” She walks off to one of the door opposite the elevators. Its like we are in a doctors office. We take a seat at the waiting area. I look around the entrance is quite big but not overly so. There are two elevators to the left and two doors on the right. The wall at the back has a load of posters on it. So I use this time to have a little wonder. The whole place is open plan so its not like I could get up to any mischief. So using the ruse of looking at all the different posters that had weird security sayings. One had a picture of a CCTV camera and a slogan saying ‘Constant vigilance!’ I thought it made a good point, I have a look for their CCTV cameras things like that have weak spots and I’m the type of person that looks out specifically for these weak spots. I can see behind the reception desk now and I can see she has two monitors. Both have multiple little boxes with all the different camera views. Very nice! I try and mesmerise as much as I can see of it. The little plaque next to the elevators told me that the records are kept in the basement. Hell I wasn't even aware that these buildings had basements. This is going to make it harder to get out than it is getting in. Wait! I’m a fucking wizard. I could just apperate out once I have what I need. Hell I could just apperate in and back out again. I just need to get a look at it. This actually could be easier than I had originally hoped for. I return to Tash just as one of the doors to our right open up and a man walks out. Dressed in a suit and tie with a cartoon character on it. Slick back hair and a big toothy grin make up the other distinguishing features. He walks to us, big smile from ear to ear. He has good teeth I will give him that. I just wish he wasn't so hot so I didn’t have thoughts that were not prudent to this job.
“Miss Patterson, is it?” he puts his hand out and Tash shakes it in return. “If you come with me I will take you to my office.” He leads and we follow. His office is nice. Its got a big mahogany desk. A coffee machine to the side and a nice big window looking out on the street. His blinds we semi closed though so you couldn't really see in or out very well but it let loads of light through. It was very inviting with the aroma of coffee in the air. Me being only twelve means it would be a bit weird if I was to go get a cup but that doesn’t stop Tash taking one that was offered.
He goes through some sales patter and I tune out. Tash is playing along beautifully. Listening to everything the guy says like she s actually contemplating buying his services. I know the services I want form him. Oops lets not go down that route.
“Can I see the record room?” I just blurt out.
“What?” Tash looks at me like I’m mad. But I’m playing the part of a annoying entitled child. Why would they just blurt stuff out.
“The records room.” like it was the most obvious thing in the world. The guy behind the other side of the desk is completely boggled. But like a trooper Tash just takes it all in stride.
“No. I told you this back home. I know you like statistics but you cant keep going to places and asking to see their filing systems. Its just not appropriate.” my head drops like Ive just been told no and it hurts me. All my tiredness is gone now and its been replaced with adrenaline. This is fantastic. Its like one giant prank. I love pranks. This get my juices flowing.
“What's the lad asking about?” the salesman is still very confused and doesn’t know how to take this. In all fairness it was a weird request.
“He has OCD. He likes to know that things are organised.” a look of understanding registers in the man's eyes.
“Oh I see. Its okay Champ everything here is in tip top shape. I promise yo…” I cut him off.
“But what if its not?” I’m wining now and its pure gold. “What if a cat got in and has messed everything up?” He smiles at this. He takes pity on me and stands up.
“Would it help if you saw it? Would that make you worry less big guy?” he give Tash a smile and she gives him one back. Its fucking working Ha.
“If that's okay. I’m son sorry about this. He becomes obsessive sometimes.”
“Its okay. I understand. Is he yours?”
“No he's my brother. Its just us and uncle now. My uncle helps but he's worries that something might happen to him. He doesn’t understand things sometimes.” He looks at me sympathetically
“Okay Come on, before I see you out. You have the brochures I gave you, yes?” he looks at Tash and she nods and smiles at him. “Good then before you see you out we can go to the records room. Make sure there is no wild cat messing up the place, huh?” I nod like dobby did the other week and make it dramatic.
He leads the way to the elevators. Getting down there we see… nothing much. Lots of filing cabinets wrapping around the room and lining up in the centre. There was a directory at the front. Something that helps narrow down the search of someone looking for something specific. That will help me later. Considering this seems to be their main office it holds the records of all their clients. Brilliant. Its nice when everything works out. I take an aimless walk making sure to scrutinise the room. Nodding in satisfaction I walk back. The guy looks at me and smiles. “I hope you find it to you liking?” Nodding again like I’m a little bit loopy he gives me a quick look. One that says ‘poor kid’. We go back to the reception and thank him and leave. When we are out Tash looked at me as we kept walking away. “I hope you know what your doing?”
“Coarse I do. Ive just made our job ten times easier. We have been doing this all wrong. We are still working like we don’t have a fucking wizard in our group. Why not use what I got and make life easier.”
“How does any of that help us?”
“I now know how to get into the room where our target is. Simple.”
“Next time your not going to be able to get that guy to let you down there. Then start looking through his shit for something.”
“I don’t need him.”
“Then how?”
“Come with me.” I take her into a little alley that lead to the back of a pub. There is no one there. I grab a hold of Tash’s arm and apperate her into the record room. Here eyes go wide and before she can say anything I take us back out. I don’t want to test my luck but I did prove my point. She just slowly turns her head down to me her eyes wide in realisation.
“Why didn’t we…”
“I know!” she just shakes her head and holds her arm out for me.
“Take me home Merlin.”
“He was real you know. So was king Arthur.”
“Really?” She was incredulous.
“Yeah he was the one who put the sword in the stone to begin with. He knew the o;d king and he didn’t like him or some shit I dunno. I struggle to stay awake in history class. Its taught by a fucking ghost.” Her eyes bug out again. “You would think that would be fun but its really, reeeaaalllly not.” I grab her arm and I take us home. Well to mine anyway. And I guess it is just mine now. I might have to redecorate so it doesn’t feel like the same place. I will do it for next holidays I guess. Could I just hire some guys or something.
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The next few days were a bit of a blur. I met up with Alice for lunch and it was fun. Thanks to Dobby I am now actually getting my post. Which is nice. So Ive been talking to Hermione and the twins. The messaged me and asked if they could pop to mine sometime. They found out somehow that I live on my own. Now they are hell bent on coming so they can ‘let their hair down’, their words not mine. So they will be coming up in a few days. Now that I have the place to myself its like I should have people round more. If I make a few good memories here that don’t involve Sam then maybe I wont want to burn the place to the ground. I’m being mature about this I promise I am. Its been stressful as you can imagine. We… wait its just me now. I have been having meetings on the evenings so we can discuss how we are going get this job done. The security is tight but we are looking at different options. Tash was all for me just apperating there but I need to know where I’m going. Knowing the blueprints wont help with that. I know I tried it thinking I might get lucky but no luck. I have no doubt that with my inviability cloak and my magic we should be okay. Will probably be able to walk around the house like I own it. Its Tash’s and mickeys job now to get me that information. They are doing re-con. Its a change it not having to be me. But they thought that a kid as old as me would attract attention considering its in the middle of no where. But they wont nessasarilly suspect a couple walking their dog now will they. So they have borrowed a friends car and his little puppers. He's such a cutie and I did kinda regret not being able to do it. I would have had some fun the little ball of fluff.
So with nothing else productive to do I invite the twins around, along with Alice and Hermione. We did have to fib to Hermione’s parents a bit. Which she wasn't happy about but she will get over it. She’s with me now as we go to the shops to get some munchie food in. we do plan to order a take away but we are going to need to keep everyone topped up. So crisps and chocolate here we come. We are on Northumberland street which is only a quick bus ride from the flat but obviously we don’t use the bus, I’m a wizard for fuck sake. Now that I have a bit more understanding of what I’m actually capable off I felt more confident that I can do the things I need to.
The twins are coming down this afternoon. Alice is meeting us at lunch, when her Mum drops her off. So its going to be a good day. I’m sure I have seen Sam before but I could be wrong. The man still isn't far from my thoughts and his inability to look me in the eyes any more has just made me feel like shit. He has tried to just avoid me the moment he gets a chance so I’m done trying. He doesn’t want me any more, that's fine but he could at least grow a pair and tell me what I did wrong. “Harry! Lets go in here.” Hermione was looking at the window of the sweet shop. Its an old place. Its been around as long as I can remember and its always got the sweets you haven't seen in years. I take pity on her. I have been a bad influence when it comes to all things sweet and she s got the bug. But in all honesty, what do you expect her parents are dentists and they seem nice but quite strict. I can imagine she has had the freedom to get anything she wants like she can now. Its not like I would say no. unless she started turning into a whale, then maybe I would say something.
Nearly an hour later and I sigh as I finally breath fresh air again. She was asking about every bloody sweet the poor woman had for sale. The lady was lovely to begin with and she seemed more than happy answer questions on the manufacturing process but the end she was as sick as me and just wanted us out. She did give us a discount when she lost her patients a bit but I get it Hermione can be a little over baring at times. She has a thirst for knowledge that is hard to surpass. She walks with me as we head towards the Granger market with a huge grin on her face. I think she enjoyed that and she is blissfully unaware that she s probably just annoyed the living shit out of the poor shop keeper. I just smirk and shake my head. For all her intelligence she’s socially inept.
Lunch with Alice is nice we don’t really talk about anything in particular. Just gossip. It seems like Alice has taken a liken to one of Huffelpuffs prefects. Cedric Diggory. He’s a nice guy, from what everyone has said. I have met a few puffs and they always seem to be very delicate. Very easy to offend and very eager to please and for obvious reasons I that's stupid. You couldn’t live my life and be easily offended. We all take a slow walk back to the flat and start to prep it for tonight. We have some movies from blockbuster and loads of much and I plan to order pizza. Add the booze and the smoke I picked up just the other day from Diagon alley last week and we have ourselves a party.
When the twins get here they bring some unwanted guests. Ron and Ginny. Now what the fuck am I meant to do now. Ron cant keep his fucking mouth from fucking up and Ginny has a major crush on me at least according to the twins. Something to do with hearing stories about me when she was growing up and she has a little fan girl thing going on. I suppose as long as she isn't weird and understands that I ain't into girls then we should be okay. They come in and I just give George a look that's says ‘what the fuck?’, he just shrugs and mouths ‘Mum’. That's all I need to know she’s being pushy again. The twins were wondering around looking at all my stuff and they seem quite interested in my hi-fi system. Now that I have money I went all out and got a top of the range Sony system and its sounds magnificent. Looks awesome too. When turned on it lights up like a Christmas tree and it happens to be turned on now. I always like to have music on in the background for shit like this. It helps stop award silences. Which makes me wish I had put in on before they came in as when I come back in from locking the door I find them all just hanging around. The twins seem out of place a little having to play babysitter and that's done the same to the girls. Hermione and Alice are just sitting on the sofa nursing a glass of wine each. Apparently they don’t like rum. Fuck em more for me.
Now I’m not one for allowing awkward stuff like this to go on as it will just bring us all down. So I put on the salesman smile and greet the guys.
“Gred, Forge. What an honour to have such esteemed guest in my humble abode.” they guys laugh at my over exuberant hello. It could have been the dramatic curtsy, I don’t know. “Could I get you fine gentleman a drinkypoo?” they come over and give me a hug. Bless them. I have missed them a lot but with everything that's gone on the past few weeks its no surprise this is the first I’m seeing of them this summer. Better make it up to them then shouldn't I?
“Harry, Harry, Harry. You've been a naughty boy. Hasn't he Fred?”
“Yes he has dear brother of mine.” they both tower over me and are giving me looks that would be best suited to Magonigal. I do the whole ‘shucks Mr I’m sorry’ routine, twisting my foot and all.
“I guess I’m just going to have to make it up to you guys then shouldn’t I?” they turn to each other and smile.
“And how is little Harrikins going to do that?”
“By getting you guys unbelievable drunk and dancing like idiots. Make loads of noise that will bring the rest of the flats around is at my door complaining.”
“Well that is most prudent of you, young prankster in training.”
“I could think of somethi…”
“Fred I said no.” George was quite abrupt with Fred there. Don’t know what that's about and I’m to scared to ask. If George is saying no then it could be world ending. I gather some shot glasses and the bottle of Lambs Spiced. Fuck I love this stuff. Bringing them over to the coffee table and poring everyone one a glass. Even the girls “Its rude to refuse someone's hospitality.” I say with the biggest cheese eating grin. They take them without further peer pressure but Hermione give me me a sign that this is her only one she s having. I’m such a bad influence and I love it. Turning around and finally acknowledging the two elephants in the room. I give them a judging look. Ron looks like he would rather be somewhere other than looking me directly. Ginny take a peak up at me a few times but head go back down the moment that she sees that I’m still looking.
“Hermione put on some tunes please?” I take the two remaining shots from the table then give one to each Ron and Ginny. They look surprised to say the least. Ginny looks at me puzzled. I answer the unasked question. “its a party” they take them and just hold them like they are waiting for instructions. I answer again the unasked question. “Drink it in one.” the look on their faces were priceless.
I hear the music go on and the talking started as everyone relaxes. The night goes well. And wouldn't you know it but after a bit of booze everyone loosened up and we had a good night. We didn’t end up watching the movie till after midnight. It was quite a scene. The sofa wasn't really design for so many people but we all managed I was sitting on the arm of the sofa till Fred pulled me onto his lap which was a bit unexpected. I’m starting to get the feeling that he may fancy me or something. I’m too drunk to read into it. That or the fact that he was rubbing my lower back. I was like putty when he did that. Hermione and Alice were snuggled up together in-between the twins. Ron was sitting on the floor leaning against the sofa with a cushion under his arse. Ginny on the other hand had to go to bed about an hour ago. Now originally I had the idea of giving the girls my room and I would take the sofa. With the twins sleeping on the air matrice. But considering that she was fading in and out we thought it best to give it to her for now and the girls could just move her arse along but in the end it was a non issue as everyone just fell asleep where they were. There was some joints going around so its not to surprising. The surprise was Ginny. What a little party animal. God if I wasn't gay I think I would have found the love of my life. With less inhibitions she was a hoot. Danced like a mad woman gave as good as she got when George starting an insult war. They stuff that came from her mouth were vulgar and just plain wrong and it was amazing. She s cute to. We were all talking and Ginny. just blurted out.
“I cant believe you don’t like girls. That's shit.” this obviously caused all of us to break down into laughter. Ron was still uncomfortable about it but she was pretty chill with it. When I finally took her to bed she came out with the sweetest thing. “Your very handsome, you know.” followed by a hiccup.
“Thanks.” I just smile and shake my head. She was asleep before I even left the room.
I woke up the next morning to find my head on Fred's shoulder. I think I drooled a bit cause there was a wet patch on his shoulder where my head was. Oops. The rest of them were still in the same positions I remember from the night before. Gently as I can I get up off Fred and walk into the kitchen and start to make coffee. Depending on how good their livers are they may want some when they wake up. In all fairness we didn’t drink much but enough for them I suppose. I know the twins can handle their drink. We did plenty of it last year so… I digress. I pop my head in on Ginny. She up and sitting up in bed. “Alreet?”
“Yeah but my head hurts a little.”
“Yeah drinking too much tends to do that.”
“Last night was so much fun.”
“Your going to Hogwarts next yeah, right?” she nods her head. “Well there will be a lot more of these. Probably better. Its always better when you have more people around.” Her head drops and she s looking thoughtful.
“Your not what the stories make you out to be.” She’s lift her head towards me as our eyes meet and I raise an eyebrow.
“What is it you were expecting?” this has me curious so I walk in and close the door. I summon a chair to sit on so I’m not sitting on the bed. She's no longer mesmerised by the wandless magic. Getting a bit drunk last night I started to show off a little. It was funny swapping the twins shoes without them even noticing.
“I dunno. Just not… you. The stories made you out to be this hero. A night in shining armour.” I cant help myself I laugh at that. Of all the things she was going to say that was not one of them. The thing is I was well aware that there were kids stories made up about me. I’m the fucking boy who lived so why wouldn't there be. But I never knew what they actually entailed so this is a little bit of a shocker.
“That couldn’t be any further from the truth if it tried.” still chuckling to myself.
“Well, I know that know. I actually think you should be the bad guy in the stories.” she said this while smiling but I’m still a little stung.
“You bitch, that wast very nice.” I’m not being serious and she can see it. “What would ever give that impression.” sarcasm dripping from my mouth like the spittle I left on Fred’s shoulder.
“For one your a thief.”
“And a damn fine one at that, I have you know.”
“See, the fact that your proud of it. That's what makes you the bad guy. You even have the maniacal laugh.” I can only chuckle. Sometimes I do have a bit of an evil laugh when I’m cooking up a good prank and boy, did we come up with some dusies last night. We should have wrote them down I think I have forgotten half of them.
“Anyway enough of me and my delectably evil arse. How about coffee and breakfast. We can wake the others with a nice cold bucket of water then say sorry with a nice hot beverage.” I’ve got to stop hanging around the twins their ‘proper’ English is wearing off on me.
“What do you mean bucket of water?” I vanish the chair I was using then put my hand on the door knob. I slowly turn to her with a shocked expression.
“You don’t know the rule?” she shakes her head. “Your about to learn why you always make sure your awake first.” My smile reaches my ears. Ginny points to me.
“There. That. That is what makes you the evil villain.” if my smile could it would have gotten bigger. I put my finger to my lips and summon a bucket and fill it with water. Then I slowly open the door. We make our way slowly into the living room. Everyone is still sound asleep. Not for long.
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Sorry this isn't where I wanted to finish this chapter but if I put everything I wanted in it its would be double the word count which is already 8000 so I’m halfing it here. Next chapter the Job. Will it go according to plan, I have no idea. I guess we will have to wait and see ;-p