Chapter 6
The next morning, the Weasleys, Harrison, and Hermione all woke up early -- except for Percy, Bill, and Charlie -- and gathered in the kitchen. Mr. Weasley was wearing a golf sweater and jeans slightly too big for him.
Harrison was wearing some of the new Muggle clothing he'd owl-ordered from Muggle in the Wizard's Den: tight black pants, green flats, and a green crop-top that brought out his eyes. Hackblade was supposed to send him a potion that would fix his eyesight that day.
"Harrison," Ron said, staring at his outfit. "I don't think I've seen Muggles wear that."
"The Muggles nearby are all older, Ron," Hermione pointed out. "Usually, teenagers wear crop-tops. Usually, the boys only wear them if they like wearing feminine clothing."
"I don't mind either style," Harrison shrugged. He ignored Ginny's longing look.
Fred and George grinned at him. "You look magnificent, good sir," Fred said gallantly, bowing.
"Indeed," George said sweetly.
"Thank you, gentlemen," Harrison replied dramatically, curtsying. The three of them sniggered.
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The group of redheads, Harrison, and Hermione arrived at Stoatshead Hill a moment later. Harrison, used to Harry Hunting, was the only one not out of breath. "Haven't any of you heard of exercising?" he sighed exasperatedly.
There was a familiar laugh behind him, and he turned to see Cedric approaching, followed by an older man that looked like Cedric's father, who was holding an old boot. Harrison blushed, then covered it with a grin.
"Well met, Mr. Diggory," Harrison greeted.
"You learned the pureblood greetings," Cedric smiled. "Well met, Mr. Potter."
"Heir Black," Harrison corrected. "You can call me Harrison."
"What!" Mr. Diggory exclaimed.
"According to my parents' wills, Peter Pettigrew was the Secret Keeper, Mr. Diggory," Harrison explained. "Lord Black is my godfather, and since he doesn't have any heirs..."
"This is Amos Diggory, everyone," Mr. Weasley said. "He works for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures." Harrison frowned. "You know Cedric, his son."
"Well met-"
"-Mr. Pretty Boy-"
"-I mean, Mr. Diggory," the twins grinned.
Cedric rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "Well met, Mr.s Idiots -- I mean, Mr.s Weasley."
Harrison, Fred, and George smirked.
"Long walk, Arthur?" Mr. Diggory said.
"Not too bad," Mr. Weasley declined. "We just live on the other side of the village there. You?"
"Had to get up at two, didn't we, Ced?" Harrison grimaced sympathetically. "I tell you, I'll be glad when he's got his Apparition test. Still... not complaining... Quidditch World Cup, wouldn't miss that for a sackful of Galleons -- and the tickets cost about that. Mind you, looks like I got off easy..." Mr. Diggory raised a brow at the four Weasleys, Harrison, and Hermione. "All these yours, Arthur?"
"Oh no, only the redheads," Mr. Weasley corrected. "This is Hermione, friend of Ron's -- and Harrison, his other friend-"
"Merlin's beard," Mr. Diggory said with shock, eyes flitting up to Harrison's forehead. "Harry Potter?"
"Harrison Potter," Harrison said with an eyeroll. "Isn't it rude to stare, sir?"
Mr. Diggory flushed, and Cedric cast Harrison an apologetic look.
"Cedric's talked about you, of course," Mr. Diggory said, ignoring Harrison's statement. For some reason, Cedric turned a little red. "Told us all about playing against you last year... I said to him, I said -- Ced, that'll be something to tell your grandchildren, that will.... You beat Harry Potter!"
"First, it's Harrison Potter," Harrison snapped at him, and Mr. Diggory looked taken aback. "Secondly, you don't have permission to call me anything but Heir Black. Thirdly, I'm sure your son has more decorum than to be proud that he beat someone who fell fifty feet off his broom. Or didn't you hear about the Dementors about the match?" he asked sarcastically.
Mr. Diggory glared at him. "Well, my son didn't fall off his broom."
"Because he had a perfectly wonderful childhood with living, loving parents, and was never targeted by an insane Dark Lord," Harrison snarled at him. He noticed that everyone was staring at him with either concern or fear, and he took a breath to calm down.
"I... erm..."
"I apologize on behalf of my father, Heir Black," Cedric said tightly. "He often speaks without thinking." He glared at Mr. Diggory, too, and his father looked surprised and slightly hurt.
"I hear your apology, Mr. Diggory," Harrison responded. "I did say you could call me Harrison," he added.
"Then call me Cedric," the boy smiled.
"Oooh," the twins snickered, and Harrison and Cedric both turned red.
"The portkey is going to leave in a minute," Mr. Weasley said quickly before Harrison could snap at Fred and George. "Gather round..."
"I've never travelled by portkey before," Harrison said slowly.
"Just make sure you're touching it," Cedric told him as everyone squatted around the old boot. Harrison leaned forward and pressed a finger to the top of the moldy thing, wrinkling his nose.
A moment later, all of them were shooting forward in a blaze of light.