Chapter 5
To his exasperation, Mr. Weasley, Fred, George, and Ron showed up via the Floo. Given that the Dursleys' fire was electric, the man had had to blow up the fireplace to get them all out.
Harrison clasped Ron's shoulder and grinned. "Hey, mate."
"Hey, Harry -- I mean, Harrison," Ron amended. He grimaced. "Why do you want to be called that? It sounds like a stuffy pureblood name."
"Reminder that your name is Ronald," Harrison told him. Fred and George sniggered. "'Harry' is a weird Muggle name, and I don't want anything else to do with Muggles."
Mr. Weasley looked startled, casting the Dursleys (Vernon, who was attempting to hide Petunia and Dudley with his bulk) an apologetic look. "What, why?"
"Let's just say I've had to call the Department of Child Protection," Harrison said sweetly. Petunia and Vernon blanched, and Dudley looked confused. The twins looked furious; Ron had that expression on his face he usually had when he was thinking really hard; and Mr. Weasley's expression was falsely calm.
"Thought it was-" he stopped and glanced at Mr. Weasley, shutting up.
"That's what it's called in the magical world," Harrison explained. Vernon twitched but said nothing. "I'm looking forward to never seeing you again." He turned back to the Weasleys. "Shall we go?" he asked grandly.
The twins smirked and bowed. "Right this way-"
"-Mr. Potter," they said gallantly.
"Heir Black," Harrison corrected, heading towards the fire.
Mr. Weasley looked shocked. "What?"
"My parents wills said that Peter Pettigrew was the Secret Keeper and not Black," Harrison said, and Ron blinked. "Mum also didn't trust Peter Pettigrew; she basically went right out and said she knew he was a Death Eater."
Mr. Weasley was stunned.
"I'm sure we'll get an explanation soon; I sent copies to the Ministry," Harrison hummed. "Apparently Remus Lupin and Black were supposed to raise me, but..."
"Blimey, Harrison," Fred said with a grin.
"Everything happens to you, doesn't it," George mused. Harrison snorted.
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There were two other people at the Burrow that Harrison had never met before, but guessed that they were Bill and Charlie, Ron's oldest brothers. He knew that Charlie was the well-muscled one with calluses and blisters on his hands, as he worked with dragons; which meant that Bill was the one with the fang earring and black dragon leather boots.
Harrison shook their hands, blushing for some reason when he shook Charlie's. "How're you doing, Harry?" Charlie grinned.
"Well met, Mr.s Weasley," Harrison said politely.
"Well met, Mr. Potter," Bill answered, when Charlie just looked surprised. "What? I'm Heir Weasley, Char, and you're Heir Prewett, show some decorum."
"Oh, right," Charlie apologized.
"I'm actually Heir Black," Harrison corrected. They looked surprised but said nothing. "Well met, Heir Weasley, Heir Prewett."
"Call me Charlie," the man said, smirking. Harrison felt himself blushing again.
"Bill's fine," Bill agreed, casting an amused look between them.
"Call me Harrison, then," Harrison said, shaking himself.
Mr. Weasley appeared at that moment, looking irritated. "Your relatives are not... polite," he said carefully.
"They don't like wizards," Harrison said with a shark-like smile.
"We should have-"
"-given the little tyke-"
"-a Ton-Tongue Toffee-"
"-eh, George?" George finished.
"What's a Ton-Tongue Toffee?" Harrison asked curiously.
"A sweet we invented," Fred grinned.
"Makes your tongue grow," George explained.
"You most certainly should not give that boy a Toffee," Mr. Weasley said firmly. "The Statute of Secrecy is there for a reason-"
"But Dad, they already know about magic," Ron frowned.
"I don't know about you, Ron," Harrison deadpanned, "but a tongue that is much longer than it's supposed to be is kinda noticeable, especially if you don't know about magic."
Ron scowled.
Mrs. Weasley bustled into the room. "Oh, hello, Harry, dear," she said warmly.
"I want to be called Harrison, Mrs. Weasley," Harrison said calmly. "It's my full name, it was in my parents' wills."
The woman's eyes widened a little with what seemed like panic, but a moment later she said patiently, "All right, Harrison, if you're sure."
She knows about the money.
Harrison just smiled back. "Thank you for respecting my wishes. Ron, I want to unpack, is that okay?"
"Sure," Ron shrugged, and the two of them headed up the stairs.
They met Hermione on the way there, and she was positively beaming. "Harrison! I didn't hear you come in."
Harrison's smile softened and he hugged her. "Good to see you, Mia."
"Mia?" Ron said with a frown as he released her.
"A nickname I came up with," Harrison shrugged. "I'm guessing you like it?" he asked with a smirk when he saw Hermione smiling softly. She nodded. "Good; nothing but the best for my honorary sis."
Hermione lit up, and Ron relaxed for some reason. "Really?! You think of me like your sister?!"
"A sometimes-annoying sister who keeps nagging me to do my homework," Harrison teased, earning a scowl and a blush from the girl, "but yes."
Hermione hugged him again. "Speaking of homework, I'm so happy you decided to drop Divination!" she said excitedly.
"Wait, what?" Ron exclaimed. "Why are you dropping Divination? It's easy!"
"I'm tired of the fraud predicting my death every class," Harrison said dismissively. "Besides, Ancient Runes looks fun, even if it's a little harder than Divination."
"It's very fun!" Hermione agreed.
"But you think all learning is fun, Hermione," Ron complained.
"Yes, because Mia is a very smart goddess, Ron," Harrison said affably, making Hermione blush. "Obviously."
Ron scowled.
"If I were straight," Harrison added, making Hermione blush harder, "...I would still not date you because you're my sister and that would be really weird. Anyway," he grinned, as Hermione laughed, "my type is apparently muscley and good-natured."
"What?" Ron asked. "Girls can be muscley?"
"Wrong gender," Harrison corrected. Ron gaped, and Hermione smiled.
Percy's door opened beside them, and he exclaimed, "I was unaware that you were also queer, Harry."
"I prefer Harrison," Harrison corrected. "Well met, Mr. Weasley."
"Well met, Mr. Potter," Percy said automatically.
"Heir Black," Harrison corrected, "but you can call me Harrison. I'm gay, by the way."
"Hello, gay-"
"-we're bisexual!"
Fred and George had appeared behind the group, grinning maniacally.
"Why is everyone gay?" Ron complained.
"What's wrong with being dramatic and attracted to guys?" Harrison deadpanned. The twins cackled.
"Nothing, Harrison," Hermione promised. "It was kind of obvious, Ron; he's so obsessed with Malfoy. And he always blushed when confronting Professor Lupin."
"WHAT?"
"Ah, the rugged werewolf," Fred said wisely.
"You have good taste, Harrigay," George said.
Harrison, who had turned red when Hermione mentioned Remus, glared at the two. "I don't have a crush on Malfoy, Mia!"
Hermione just smiled knowingly.
"Harrison can't be attracted to Malfoy, he's a Slytherin!"
"Have you not seen portraits of Salazar Slytherin as a teen?" Harrison demanded. "Hot. And Slytherins are not all evil. Andromeda Tonks is my godmother, and apparently, she was friends with my parents. She was described as 'McGonagall but, like, a Hufflepuff.' She married a Muggleborn, and her daughter is in Hufflepuff."
"Also, Merlin's grandson was in Slytherin," Percy added.
"I think we should make friends with a couple Slytherins this year," Harrison told Hermione and Ron. "Maybe that will get idiots to stop calling eleven-year-olds evil." He gave Ron a sharp stare.
The redhead grimaced. "Fine."
"We'll start with Malfoy," Hermione said innocently.
"For the last time, I do not have a crush on Malfoy!"