AN: The Bonus Scenes are finally out, yay ...And it ended up becoming more like 7 instead of 5 ^^" Hope you enjoy

And Good News! While I won't be continuing this, La Chatillon will be continuing this story in a story called Freaks Should Live Together. From what I've been told it will have a very interesting plot, and I recommend you all check it out once it's up. :)

Bonus Scenes

Scene 1: A Day in the Life of

The early morning sun bounced through the kitchen window of a decrepit house; acting as the house's only lighting. Seated at the dusty table in the rundown, old home were two people who knew to take advantage of the free light for as long as possible.

Harry Potter, several months after running away, was sitting at the table peering down at a piece of paper, a pencil twitching in his hand, and his tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth in concentration. Peering over his shoulder, with a finger on the paper, was the man known as Eyeless Jack to the majority, but merely "Jack" to Harry.

"Sooo, when adding twelve and fifteen, you set them up like this?" Harry asked as he rewrote the numbers vertically. "Then you add the two and five… Seven," he wrote it underneath. "And one plus one is two. So, twelve plus fifteen is twenty seven?"

Harry asked, looking behind him at Jack for confirmation.

Jack nodded, his face held a small smile; his mask off for the moment.

Harry grinned at him, "Yes, I did it! How are you so smart, Jack?"

Jack pointed to himself and said softly "Robotics major," then pointed to the book he was holding titled Second Grade Mathematics: Teacher's Addition, "Compared to… easy."

Eyeless Jack still didn't speak much, but spoke more than he ever had after becoming a partial demon. Harry never complained about Jack's limited speech, though he was happy when the man did start to talk more, even if only slightly.

"Not like that," Harry shook his head and smiled. "You are smart in how you explain things. My old teacher, Ms Crabberry, never explained maths like you. She used to snap at me and accuse me of mucking around when I told her I didn't understand." Harry frowned and looked down, "She used to believe Dudley over me too, I think 'cause aunt Petunia was friends with her."

Eyeless Jack put a finger under Harry's chin and lifted Harry's head back up, so the boy was looking him in the face. "Doesn't mean…" He pointed at Harry, "not smart," his voice rasped.

Harry gave him a small smile, and turned back to his work. He was still a little sensitive about his experiences from living with the Dursleys, but Jack encouraged him as much as he was able. Little instances like this made Harry reevaluate himself: Jack told him he was smart, regardless of what his old teacher thought, so Harry decided to try his best and not hold back anymore just because others doubted his intelligence.

They worked on math for another half an hour before breaking for food. Although Jack didn't need human food, he still sometimes had to steal money from his victims' houses for water, clothing (when his became too blood-stained and unusable), ice for his organ cooler, and other random essentials. With Harry, he had to start taking more, but at least it was easier to buy things by having Harry walk into a store during normal hours, instead of Jack going at two in the morning with sunglasses and his hood over his face.

They both sat at the table where Harry munched on an apple, and Jack bit into a leftover organ he had kept on ice. …It was an odd but familiar scene.

During the day Jack would do his best to teach Harry things that he would normally be learning in school – math, basic science, reading, and writing. History was something he wasn't great at teaching, instead, they would buy or shoplift (depending on how much money they had) books about stories from certain historical eras.

During the night, Harry would accompany him on his hunts (if he had any)… And running away from the house after a harvest took care of his physical education.

Jack's heavy sleeper victims allowed Harry the chance to observe up close how to make an incision and cut out an organ with minimal damage. Not to mention, a good deal about human biology from hands on experience.

"Relocating tonight," Jack said after he finished.

"Okay," Harry nodded. "I'll pack my bag as soon as the sun starts to set. How far are we going?"

"Bus," Jack replied. Meaning pretty far, but not too bad.

"Walking" would have meant they were moving into another building in the same town, "Bus" meant they were moving a couple of towns over, and "Car" would have meant that they were going so far that they would have to steal a car and drive all night to get there.

"I hope the next place we go to still has running water," Harry commented neutrally as he put his math sheet away. "I could use a shower."

xXx

After studying with Jack, for the rest of the day Harry scavenged the rooms of the old house that he hadn't been in yet, for anything useful or interesting. It was one of his favorite things to do, and something he had done at the Dursleys while cleaning. But there he had usually just taken small toys and books that Dudley neglected. With Jack, he tried to look for useful items like blankets, towels, or tools; he was allowed to keep anything non-useful that he like though, as long as he could carry it.

After doing that, Harry would either explore the surrounding area (if where they were staying was far enough away from civilization), read, spend time with Jack and assist the man when needed, or play with the small toys he had.

That night, just before the sun completely set, Harry had his bag packed, and Eyeless Jack carried his cooler and own bag. They left the decaying house without a goodbye and set off towards the nearest bus stop.

Jack wore his hoodie and a pair of large, dark sunglasses. Harry would chatter to him happily, a hand tugging on his sleeve to give the impression that the boy was leading him. He would say things like "this way, big brother," and "we're almost there, just a few more minutes," to keep the nosy people satisfied.

xXx

Getting off the bus, they walked to their destination – a house four more blocks away that was in foreclosure; its previous occupants seemingly left one day. Jack would have to pick the lock. Harry didn't know where Jack found these places, but as soon as they stepped inside and saw that the place still contained furniture and other luxuries, Harry didn't care.

He walked over to one of the couches and fell face-first into the cushions, proclaiming he was too tired to go find a room. Eyeless shook his head, but took the other couch, deciding to sleep there tonight as well. Tomorrow they would find a victim for him, and get some food for Harry.

Scene 1&¼ (Extra): The Harvester and His Helper

Discreetly entering places without others' knowledge was something Eyeless Jack had been practicing for years, and was something he was teaching Harry.

Eyeless Jack gripped the tile of the house, sinking his claw-like nails in as far as they would go, and hoisted himself up. Whatever it was Jack had become, he had an inhuman grip, and could easily blend into the shadows. Harry could not… So he held onto Jack as the man climbed up the side of the house, to his victim's bedroom window.

Locked. Annoying, but not much of a problem. Unlocking it would just take a bit of nail maneuvering. A subtle "click" meant he was successful.

He opened the window and crept inside.

Their victim was a medium sleeper, so as soon as they were in Jack ducked into the shadows, waiting to see if the man woke either from the sound of the window opening or from their presence in the room.

After a few minutes, he did awaken, but only to gaze drowsily at the open window. Furrowing his brow, he sat up and walked over to it, muttering "I thought I closed this." He looked outside but didn't see anyone, so he shrugged, shut it, and returned to bed.

The boys made sure the man was definitely asleep again – snoring and drooling told them so – before coming out of hiding. Harry watched as Eyeless slowly and carefully moved the material out of the way, and in one quick cut, sliced open the area where one of the kidneys was. This was a quick case, the man was neither hated nor liked by Eyeless Jack, so a single kidney was all they were taking.

Harry watched in fascination as it was gently cut out, the man only stirring twice. Harry held open a plastic bag for Jack to put the organ in.

They were finished.

As they were a bit low on money, they made their way downstairs and searched the man's house for money and maybe food for Harry; nothing too obvious though, at least nothing more obvious than a missing kidney.

After that, they ran off into the night, determined to get to their temporary home before the sun came up.

Scene 2: Why They Called Me a Freak

It started out as a normal day: the boys had just gotten back from a night of harvesting – this one taking a lot longer than normal since this was one of the rare humans that Eyeless Jack disliked severely enough (on a similar level to Harry's relatives) to cut out most of their organs – and began to store and ice everything as soon as they got back. Harry was helping Jack, as he had done so before, and was carrying a jar that held a bloody pancreas inside, when he tripped and the jar went flying. Panicking, Harry thrust out a hand and yelled "no" hoping with all his might that the jar wouldn't break.

It didn't.

Instead, it suspended in midair.

Both Harry and Jack just stood there staring at the hovering jar. Finally, after several minutes of disbelief, Jack walked over to the jar, gently plucked it out of the air, and turned to Harry.

The boy was looking down, his hands clenched at his sides, and eyes tightly shut.

"You're ashamed of me now, aren't you?" Harry whispered.

"No," the eyeless man said in his throaty voice. He walked up to Harry and raised the child's head up to look at him. Jack tilted his head in question.

"Why not," Harry asked, sweeping the back of his hand across his eyes. "This is why my r-relatives hated me. I used to do freaky stuff like this… This is why they called me a freak." His eyes teared up slightly and he looked back down towards the floor.

Jack sighed, and knelt in front of Harry. This time he held up a finger and poked Harry on the forehead, making the boy lift his head back up at him.

Eyeless Jack made a comparing gesture between himself and Harry, then pointed to himself and said "freakier." He pointed to Harry and said "interesting," before pointing to himself and said "terrifying."

Harry shook his head, "not to me."

Jack paused for a moment, then pointed back to Harry and said "same."

Harry took a breath and wore a watery smile. He didn't mind thinking of himself as freaky, as long as he had another "freak" to be his friend.

Jack "looked" him in the eyes. "Should practice," he told Harry.

Harry considered this. Jack practices what makes him freaky… So why shouldn't I, Harry thought. The Dursleys can't hurt me anymore.

"Okay, I will," Harry said.

xXx

A few days after what was dubbed "The Jar Incident," Harry was sitting in his temporary room of the abandoned house they were staying in, trying to levitate random objects that had been left to rot.

He had his hand thrust out, hovering over an old, broken doll. "Up!" He yelled at the toy. "Levitate… Ascend! Come on, move," he growled.

Temper rising, he clenched his fist as if grabbing the doll, and forcefully threw his hand upwards with a frustrated grunt. Only then did the doll actually move, but too forcefully: it whipped through the air and smashed onto the ceiling with a loud bang and crack. The doll's head raining down in tiny pieces.

Harry closed his eyes and ducked away from the shards and body as they fell to the floor.

"Opps," Harry muttered.

A soft grunt sounded from the doorway. Harry turned and saw Jack standing there, the door wide open. A small smile showed he was slightly amused.

Harry laughed sheepishly.

"Hey, Jack. Sorry, was I being too loud?"

The man shook his head. It was then that Harry noticed he had a short stack of paper with him, covered in his handwriting.

"What's that for?" Harry asked him.

He merely handed the stack to Harry and looked at him expectantly. Harry raised an eyebrow at him but looked at the first paper. Harry could read very well for his age, so he wasn't concerned about actually reading what Jack had to say, but that Jack apparently had so much to say.

Harry, he read.

I've taken some time to think things over since the jar incident,

Cold fear gripped Harry's heart, he mentally begged God, the Universe, whoever would listen, that Jack was not reconsidering thinking he wasn't a freak.

And I think to be fair, since you showed me why the Dursleys hated you (and because it's easy to see you've been restraining yourself for months not to ask), I'm going to tell you about how I came to be… whatever it is I am.

Harry paused, mouth wide open in shock. He looked up at his friend. "You're really going to tell me," he whispered excitedly.

Jack nodded, and motioned for him to continue.

Obviously, since telling long stories is an issue for me, I'm going to write down what happened. Okay, here goes: My name was originally Jack Nichols and I was attending college, dorming with my friend Greg-

Harry read through the pages, his eyes greedily soaking up the story he had been wanting to know since meeting the eyeless man. Jack stood there the entire time in case he needed help sounding out a word, or understanding something.

When he was done reading he looked up at Jack sadly, but not pitifully. He walked over to the man and grabbed his hand, squeezing it; he saw someone do this to comfort someone, once.

"Thank you for telling me," Harry whispered.

Scene 3: Slender Mansion

It had actually been Harry who had found the piece of paper with The Operator's symbol on it, sitting innocently on the counter one morning. He curiously presented it to Jack, who only sighed with annoyance at the sight of it.

Without a word he walked outside and into the rural area surrounding the cabin they were staying in, with Harry following. After walking for a while, eerie fog began creeping in around them; the longer they walked, the foggier it became.

Harry was just starting to become concerned he may lose sight of Jack in the thick fog, when it suddenly vanished. Harry looked around and noticed they were in a small clearing – a circular area absent of fog, with a large tree in the middle.

Eyeless Jack walked up to the tree and stuck his hand inside a hollow opening. He pulled out an envelope that also had the Operator symbol. He tore it open, took out its contents and read.

He and Harry walked back through the fog in silence.

It wasn't until they were back at the cabin that Jack "explained" the letters.

"Meeting," he said as he handed Harry the letter with the date and time it would take place; three months from that day.

"Is this normal?" Harry asked. He knew that Jack met up with The Operator sometimes, but he didn't know they did it through formal meetings.

Jack nodded.

Harry snorted, "That's pretty weird."

A shrug was his only response.

xXx

They were apparently going to the mansion the same way they went to get the letter, but this time by walking passed the giant tree, deeper into the fog. It was the middle of the night too, so Harry tightly gripped the sleeve of Jack's hoodie, determined not to lose him.

They walked for what felt like hours to Harry, and the young boy was starting to tire and walk slower. Jack was apparently fine as he kept up the same pace as when they started, but picked Harry up carried him the rest of the way.

Eventually, an impossibly large, white mansion emerged from the fog. The moonlight cast it in a sinister glow, making it appear more frightening than any man-made horror attraction. Eyeless Jack walked up to the door with no hesitation.

"On guard," he whispered to Harry before moving to open the door.

Harry nodded. Eyeless meant "be on guard," and had told Harry before they left to be cautious around the others, especially Jeff. The boy knew he was about to face a group of killers, but he comforted himself with the knowledge that he had Jack, and his powers to back him up.

They entered.

Jack still carried Harry on his hip as he walked down a long, red carpeted hallway. The meeting room door was closed at the end; they had purposely come late, hoping to avoid the others on the way.

The walk to the door was tense.

Jack hesitated a moment before steeling himself and turning the handle. The two made sure to look determined as the door swung open and revealed their presence.

The first thing that greeted them were the curious and shocked faces of the other meeting-goers. Even the Operator managed to look confused without a face - something Harry would later find hilarious.

"Eyeless Jack, why-" the faceless man began, but was interrupted by a sudden knife piercing the air and coming straight at Harry.

Jack was prepared to sidestep out of the way but Harry instantly reacted the second he saw movement, and formed a dome-shield around them. The knife hit the shield with an audible "ping" and fell to the floor.

The Operator turned around and glared at the culprit, "Jeff!" He scolded. The killer reluctantly put down the other knives he had.

"Getting better," Jack said softly to Harry. Since the entire room was even more silent now, everyone heard it. This surprised most of them, already knowing that Eyeless Jack would prefer to say as little as possible to anyone.

Slenderman turned back to the two in the doorway. "Please explain," he asked patiently.

Eyeless reached into his hoodie pocket and pulled out a pre-written explanation of what happened over a year ago when he had found Harry, why he had taken him in, and a threat to anyone that tried to harm the boy, that Jack will not hesitate to retaliate.

It was read aloud.

"Very well," the Operator said. "The responsibility is your choice. We will discuss this more after the regular meeting."

Jack nodded and sat down in a chair, Harry sitting down closely next to him. The others all forced themselves to calm and continue the meeting.

xXx

The meetings never lasted long, tending to run for only about an hour or so. After the meeting was when people mingled. Eyeless Jack was always a loner and preferred to leave as soon as possible, but with Harry he couldn't this time. He had too many questions to answer.

"I can't believe you took in a human!"

"Human? What are you talking about? Were you blind when that shield thing came up?"

"What was that anyway? It was really cool."

"I think it's cute that you found a little friend."

"Cute?"

"Yeah! I mean, he's always by himself… No offense Jack."

"Sigh. I'm surrounded by weirdos."

Or perhaps listen to their questions was more accurate. Neither he, nor Harry, had a chance to actually answer them because they were being asked all at once.

"Excuse me?" A little voice peeped from behind the crowd.

A young girl with dark brown hair and bright green eyes stepped into view. She looked at Harry shyly.

"I was wondering if you wanted to play with me," she asked him.

Slenderman intervened before Harry could respond. "Normal playing, right Sally?"

"Yup," she confirmed. "So…?" She looked Harry in the eyes.

"Sure," he smiled. "What do you want to play?"

She squealed and grabbed his hand, dragging him off. Harry threw an apologetic look over his shoulder at poor Jack, left alone with the crowd.

Well at least he has the Operator, Harry thought.

xXx

As Harry was dragged off by the little spirit, Eyeless Jack spotted Jeff and Laughing Jack trying to sneak off after them, no doubt disregarding his threat.

Jack strode over to the two and gripped their shoulders in anger. He growled "Stay," in the most demonic voice any of them have ever heard Eyeless use.

Nobody moved.

The Operator cleared his throat. "I agree. Jeff, Laughing Jack, stay in sight of us."

"You act like you don't trust us," the clown said innocently.

"Anyone with half a brain wouldn't trust you guys," Ben Drowned scoffed.

The Slenderman turned to the false Link, "Would you mind keeping an eye on the children until we're done here?"

"I guess," Ben shrugged, and left.

"Now," the Operator said to Eyeless Jack. "There's something I want to talk to you about."

Jack motioned for him to continue.

"Harry's abilities. He's always had them, correct?"

Jack nodded.

"And he can do more than just shields?"

Another nod.

"I recognize this type of energy, I even possess something similar to it. There are humans who also naturally wield this type of energy, but they call it 'magic'."

Eyeless looked surprised.

Slenderman chuckled, "Yes, and they refer to themselves as witches and wizards, and have their own secret societies. I've been around and can locate the barriers into their world easily, and can show you where they are. I recommend you two infiltrate it and learn as much as you can. It could help him one day."

Jack put a hand to his head, thinking over what he'd just been told. Now on top of regular education, Harry was going to learn this "magic education" or whatever it was called… How is he supposed to learn all of this?

A white, boney hand rested on Jack's shoulder. He looked up at the inhumanly tall being. "It will be alright," he said, like he had known what Jack was thinking. "Look at this as an opportunity, not a hindrance."

xXx

After recalling some entrances into wizarding societies and writing down their locations, the Operator dismissed Jeff and Laughing Jack from their sight, and went with Eyeless Jack to find Harry.

Later, Jack would recall that the sight of Harry and Sally spinning double-dutch ropes for an annoyed, but participating, Ben Drowned made the whole tiring experience worth it.

As they were leaving, Sally begged Jack to let Harry visit her again.

xXx

Over the course of several months and plenty of visits, the killers who lived at the mansion or visited it frequently, warmed up to the little wizard. Sally, and even Ben Drowned and Ticci Toby, could be considered Harry's friends, especially after Harry participated in their prank wars against Jeff.

As for Jeff, well, he stopped trying to kill Harry after Eyeless Jack retaliated for his third attempt on Harry's life; just what was done to him that was so unspeakable, he won't say, but at least it got the message across.

Scene 3&¾ (Extra): Diagon Alley Dealings

Along with the list of locations of entries into the wizarding world, the Operator also wrote down a few tips and suggestions to help them stay under the radar. One of those suggestions was, after going to the bank and exchanging currency, to quickly enter a store and buy some plain black robes and cloaks so that they didn't stick out with their "muggle" clothing.

The entrance they choose was located in a magical pub/inn back in Britain, the closest to where Harry was from. They were starting at his "roots," so to speak. Then they would expand to other wizarding communities, once more comfortable.

They entered The Leaky Cauldron, both dressed in black hoodies and dark pants, loitering in the shadows. They waited for someone to open the entrance.

"'Ello Tom," a booming voice greeted the man behind the bar. It was the voice of a very, very large man, with a beard so thick he could probably hide things in it.

"Afternoon Hagrid," Tom said back. "The usual?"

"Na' at the moment," Hagrid replied. "Have ta run an erran' for Professor Snape, on ma way to the apothecary right now."

They bid each other a brief farewell, and Hagrid moved towards the back of the building. Harry and Jack followed.

They saw the giant man tap the bricks in a peculiar way, and moved in closer to him as the bricks parted and the entrance way appeared. They slipped in with him, inconspicuously.

They broke away from Hagrid as soon as they entered, but couldn't help stopping to stare at the completely different world they just walked into. A sign close by read "Diagon Alley."

Jack was the first to snap out of it. He nudged Harry, breaking him free of his trance. Without having to say anything, they both nonchalantly walked among the crowd, listening to the conversations going on, while scanning the shops looking for the bank.

"How dare that wench try to heckle me out of-"

"They call this fresh?"

"Why Meredith, those new robes are gorgeous!"

"I'm rooting for Scotland, they have that new Keeper-"

"Oh, you just wouldn't believe the good news my little Percy wrote to me about-"

"Don't forget to owl me tomorrow with the results. I want to-"

"Yes, we were just about to head to Gringotts, need to take out a few galleons for a new set of robes. Can't have him looking like a ruffian in last season's, now can I?"

Jack stopped, so Harry did as well. The eyeless man indicated to an older gentleman with a handlebar mustache, who was gesturing to his teenage son, while talking to a long, blond haired man with a younger son around Harry's age.

"Quite," the blond deadpanned.

The other man didn't seem to notice his friend's disinterest. "Well, we best be off. Good day to you, Mr. Malfoy."

The man, now dubbed "Mr. Malfoy," only nodded to him, and dragged his son in the opposite direction.

They followed the mustached man and his son, unnoticed. After walking for a while, the two entered a large, white marble building – presumably the bank they were looking for.

Jack and Harry calmly walked up the matching stairs, passed the Goblin guarding the doors, and into a small entrance hall. They had no desire to rob the bank, so they barely acknowledged the warning poem engraved on the silver doors, and walked in.

Not entirely sure of where to go, Jack surveyed the goblin tellers and their lines. Since there didn't seem to be any signs to differentiate between them, he simply stepped onto the shortest one. Harry stood directly next to Jack, as he would have to do the talking.

"Next," the goblin teller barked.

They stepped up.

"What can Gringotts help you with, today" the goblin sneered.

The gobin had been looking at Jack when he spoke, but looked down at Harry when the boy cleared his throat and took a step closer.

"We're just here to exchange some 'muggle' money, for wizarding currency," he said. Slenderman wrote down that the term for something non-magical was called "muggle." He hoped he was pronouncing it right.

Jack took the money out of his hoodie and sat it on the desk, still not saying a word. The goblin looked at them curiously, but didn't ask. He quickly counted the one hundred pounds, and turned around calling for "Shardok," to bring him twenty galleons and two knuts.

"Thank you, sir," Harry said politely. "But can you do us a favor and explain the exchange rate? We're new to this… society."

The goblin sighed in annoyance but quickly explained that there were twenty nine knuts to a sickle, and seventeen sickles to a galleon.

Harry thanked him, while Jack nodded to him, and they exited the bank.

As soon as they left Gringotts, they located the nearest shop that sold clothing – a small but well-kept shop with pre-made robes and cloaks of various sizes, called Tailored by Taylor – and bought plain black robes and cloaks. They placed their hoodies in the bags they were given and donned their new wizarding wear, making sure to have their hoods up.

xXx

They scoped out the other businesses and the locals, trying to gather as much information on the streets as they could; which wasn't much. The Operator told them more than they gathered in the alley.

Harry persuaded Jack to look in the book store with him, saying they could probably find books about the magic users' history and culture, like they would find in any normal book store.

Walking in, the place wasn't too crowded, but there were enough people shopping for them to remain unnoticed. They followed the signs towards the History and Culture sections. They ended up choosing "The Greatest Moments in Wizarding History" by Patrick Burnam, "The Muggleborn's Guide to Pureblood Politics" by Amanda Schweets, and "The Ways of the Wizard: Fitting into Your New Society" by Christian Bayes.

They browsed around a bit more, hoping to find anything else useful, when Jack spotted a tall shelf with an unsettling section name. He tapped Harry's shoulder and pointed.

The section was called "Harry Potter," much like how the other sections were called "History" or "Cooking." Walking up to the shelf, the two found it bizarre. Many of the books had images of a boy with similar features to Harry – some were illustrations, some were photos with small print saying "magically produced rendition of what Harry Potter may look like." But others had actual photos taken of him before he left the Dursleys. None of the real pictures looked like they were taken after Harry left with Eyeless Jack though, at least.

Harry picked up the most non-fiction looking one, entitled "Harry Potter: A Look Passed the Title" by Marvin Encombe, and skimmed through its summary.

This is a study of the circumstances surrounding the famous Boy-Who-Lived, otherwise known as Harry Potter. Harry Potter is the only known survivor of the killing curse and vanquisher of He-who-Must-Not-Be-Named. All accomplished at just fifteen months old.

In section one of this book, we will be reviewing just who little Harry Potter is, the possible reasons why he survived, and which magics could have aided his survival. Section two will be dedicated to debunking the outrageous rumors associated with Harry Potter, especially in "literature" such as "The Adventures of Harry Potter" or "The-Boy-Lived: A Hero's Tale."

Finally, section three will describe the real situation of Harry Potter, brought to light in late 1987, when the Wizarding World was finally alerted to the boy's missing status by Albus Dumbledore, and the reasons why. We will also delve into what it will mean to the public if Harry Potter does not turn up by September of 1991.

Harry numbly passed it to Jack so he could read it over. He just couldn't believe it, he was famous. He was famous. For so long he was just "the freak," then he was "the freak who maybe wasn't so freaky," because he had someone who was like a brother to him, and even friends. He just couldn't understand how he was secretly famous through all of that. And if he was so famous, how could they leave him with people who hated him. Or even worse, try to stick him back with them!

Harry felt Jack gently take his wrist and guide him towards the checkout counter. He stood there quietly by his pseudo-brother's side as he paid for the books and led him out of the store, and (behind another person) out of the alley.

Harry was quiet all the way back to their hide out. When they got to their temporary home, Harry barely even remembered to take off the cloak and robe. He grabbed the book on his fame and locked himself in a bedroom to read.

xXx

Eyeless didn't see Harry for a full day after locking himself away. He was just wondering whether he should check on the boy or not, when the bedroom door opened and Harry stepped out. There were bags under his eyes, his hair was disheveled, and he looked like he was struggling with what to say.

Harry walked over to the table and sat down in the vacant seat. He looked at Jack with frustration in his eyes and said "they're all bloody idiots," before banging his head onto the table with a sigh.

Jack sat there not knowing what to think… at least not until Harry explained what he read.

Scene 4: Platform 9&¾

Harry and Jack stood away from the secret entrance to Platform 9&¾, just taking a moment to observe the families going in, and thinking about their decision to send Harry to Hogwarts.

The letter had come a week before Harry's eleventh birthday: the invitation to Hogwarts school of Witch Craft and Wizardry. The school whose headmaster was not only the person who originally placed Harry with his hateful relatives, but who also cleared the abuse charges and tried to send him back there – one of the things he learned from Marvin Encombe's book.

Neither Harry nor Jack wanted him to be near Dumbledore, but it was the Operator who convinced them to have Harry attend. He thought it was a good way to keep an eye on Dumbledore, and plant false clues as to where Harry really was. And this way, once the wizarding world knew that Harry Potter was alright, they (as a whole) wouldn't keep looking for him, even if Dumbledore still wanted to.

As a final way to convince them that it would be alright, and something to insert a little humor into the situation, the Slenderman reminded them that Harry was well-liked by the others, and if Dumbledore tried to interfere too much, he was sure to be paid a visit by at the very least, Sally.

Harry laughed at the thought of Dumbledore facing Sally's wrath, and even Jack chuckled a bit. In all seriousness, they knew that the others would help them if needed.

That was what it took to convince them.

They started walking towards the barrier. Harry had a cart full of luggage and a cage with a raven, instead of an owl, which had been a gift from the Operator. They walked through the bricks like they weren't even there.

An old-fashioned scarlet train came into the view: The Hogwarts Express. Children of all ages were pulling their trunks on board, families were hugging and having tearful goodbyes, and in the case of a family of red-heads, threats were being given from a mother to her twin sons.

They felt so out of place.

No one noticed them though. There was no reason so.

Jack was dressed in a clean hoodie with the hood up, dark pants, and sunglasses. He looked more like an older teenager or young adult, than a demonic killer and organ-stealer.

Harry looked different from how people imagined he would, but in a good way. He did wear glasses, but they were elegant and square framed, and didn't distract from his green eyes. His hair was grown out slightly, enough to pull it back into a low ponytail, while his bangs were long enough to cover his scar and swept across his forehead at an angle.

He didn't look like a clone of James Potter, so no one gave him a second look.

They loaded Harry's things into a compartment, and stepped back once they were done. Harry still didn't get on. He didn't want to leave yet. They continued wasting time by observing the families getting on.

But the train was filling up, and they knew that it was now or never.

Jack turned towards Harry first, and Harry reluctantly turned towards him as well. Jack put a hand on Harry's shoulder.

"It's going to be weird not seeing you every day," Harry said after a minute.

"Same," Jack whispered.

Harry looked down in sadness. Jack was his friend, practically his brother. It felt like he was losing his family, even if it would only be for several months, and even if he would see him and everyone else for Christmas holidays… Harry sighed.

"I'll miss you," said Jack in his usual low tone.

Harry looked up in surprise. Not because Jack said he would miss him, but because he said he would miss him. Jack still did most of his "talking" through gestures that Harry learned to pick up on over the years. He didn't expect Jack to say something like that, especially when he'd already shown it.

Harry gave a watery smile.

"I'll miss you too," he said.

Harry paused for a second before walking up to the man and wrapping his arms around him. Harry didn't hug a lot, so when he did it meant something, something he couldn't say with words; it was like the opposite of how Jack worked.

Jack lightly put his arms around the boy as well. They stayed there for moment, before Harry pulled away.

The whistle of the train blew and Harry knew he had to get on. "See you later, Jack," Harry said softly before getting on the train.

He walked around looking for an empty compartment, finally finding one in the back. He looked out the window and saw that Jack was still there. Harry waved at him, and caught his attention just as the train started moving.

His eyeless brother waved back, as the train disappeared from sight.

Scene 5: None of Your Business Old Man

All in all, everything had gone as well as it could have after getting on the train. Aside from the entire student body staring at him more than the other first years while being sorted, or having a too-long discussion with the Sorting Hat about where to go…

The feast itself was nice for Harry. His house mates seemed alight too, even though they kept asking where he'd been for the last four years. The only thing he gave away was that he was staying with someone he considered a brother, and that he had a few good friends amongst his brother's… coworkers (was the term he decided to use).

They also pointed out that his accent kept changing.

"Where are you even from? Sometimes you sound British, sometimes you don't."

"Yeah, you're using terms from everywhere! I know, because my parents and I always travel on holiday."

So Harry told them that he and his brother constantly travel as part of his "work," and that he isn't allowed to talk about it. He wondered if they thought his brother was an unspeakable or something after that. Oh well.

It seemed that no matter how much he answered, the more questions they had. He had to be vague though, of course. But it wasn't the students' questions that made him nervous, no, it was the Headmaster's eventual questioning. Harry knew it was only a matter of time before the old man would confront him.

After the feast, as the students were being led to their common rooms, a prefect came up to Harry and told him that Headmaster would like a word with him, and he was to follow the older student up to Dumbledore's office.

xXx

The prefect dropped him off outside the open office door, where waiting inside was of course Dumbledore, but also Professor Snape on his right and Professor McGonagall on his left.

"Good evening, Mr. Potter," Dumbledore greeted.

"Good evening, Headmaster," Harry said back politely. "Surely I'm not in trouble just yet, sir?" He joked.

"Of course not, my boy," Dumbledore smiled. "It seems you managed to get to Hogwarts just fine, and with the necessary supplies," he gave a pointed look at Harry's school robes before continuing. "Despite not having your aunt to help you."

"Yes sir," Harry simply said.

"Indeed?" Dumbledore prodded.

Harry just nodded, not elaborating further. "Besides, my aunt and uncle hated magic, so I doubt she would have helped me, anyway."

The Headmaster was about to work with that opening, but Harry changed the subject. "Why do you ask anyway, sir?" Harry said innocently.

Dumbledore sat back and studied the boy.

"We've been searching for you for about four years now, Harry."

Harry didn't say anything, he just kept his face neutral. He wasn't sorry, and he wouldn't lie and say he was, especially to the man who he knew wanted to keep him in an abusive home.

"Where have you been all this time, Harry?" Dumbledore asked, seemingly concerned.

"Why do you need to know?" Harry asked.

Dumbledore just sighed. McGonagall's expression remained stern, but turned slightly disappointed. Snape glared at him, "Wherever he has been, it's fueled his arrogance. He may be even worse than his father."

Harry raised an eyebrow at the man. "And just how is wanting to know why my Headmaster has such an interest in my home life, considered arrogant? Wouldn't I be arrogant if I expected him to have an interest in me, because of all that 'Boy-Who-Lived' nonsense?"

Snape was about to retort when Dumbledore cut him off.

"I wanted you to be raised away from your fame, as to not get a swelled head," Dumbledore smiled slightly at him. "It appears that, despite knowing, you don't care for your fame. Tell me, when did you find out?"

Harry knew that Dumbledore must have believed he found out only recently, and would still be ignorant to many things in the Wizarding World.

Harry smiled sweetly and said, "I think I was about eight."

Dumbledore's eyes widened. "Eight? That's only a year after you went missing…"

Harry shrugged nonchalantly, and studied his nails like he was bored. "Well, one day my brother and were taking a walk in London, and I found a wizarding newspaper, The Daily Prophet I believe, just lying on the pavement. Wizards should really keep better track of their things."

Dumbledore looked slightly pale at the idea that their society could be discovered so easily: a young muggleborn child could stumble across a copy the same way, and show it to his muggle family or friends. He made a mental note to bring this up at the next Wizengamot meeting.

Harry pretended not to notice Dumbledore's concern. He had to focus on the story the Operator helped them come up with. It was simple yet plausible, and it didn't help the old man in figuring out where Harry went. If anything, it left a false clue that he lived in or near London.

"It was talking about 'The Disappearance of Harry Potter: The Boy-Who-Lived' and how I may be being tortured, or dead," he continued in a mock-dramatic voice.

Snape growled, "If you knew people were looking for you, why didn't you turn yourself in!"

Harry looked at Snape in disbelief, "Turn myself in to the people who illegally cleared the Dursleys of abuse charges, and tried to send me back there? Are you seriously suggesting I should have ignored that and turned myself in? That was the reason I left in the first place!"

He glared right back at the potions professor. Snape didn't argue anymore though, he was stubborn, not an idiot.

Harry saw McGonagall's eyes soften. He knew from Encombe's book that she was one of the ones of protested Harry going to his relatives in the first place, and she didn't want him going back there if they found him; he respected her for that.

Dumbledore cleared his throat, and tried to turn the conversation in another direction.

"So you say you have a 'brother,'" he began. "Is your brother a muggle?"

Harry calmed and looked back at the headmaster impassively. "He may, or may not be."

It was technically the truth, he didn't know whether Eyeless Jack would be considered a muggle or dark creature, by their standards.

Snape was about to say something else, but McGonagall glared him into silence. She'd had enough of his outbursts for one evening.

Harry saw an opening. "It's getting late, and I'm tired from the trip here. May I go now, Headmaster?"

"Yes, I apologize, Harry. You may go. I'll call a house elf to escort you to your dormitory. Mizzy?" Dumbledore called.

With a pop, a small elf appeared in his office. "Yes headmaster Dumbly-dore, sir?"

"Could you please show Mr. Potter how to get to his common room?"

"Yes sir!" The little elf squeaked. "Please follow Mizzy, Harry Potter, sir."

"Good night, my boy," Dumbledore called as the boy left with the elf.

He turned to his two professors/companions, so they could discuss the minimal amount they just learned, and what they should do about it.

xXx

Harry sat on his bed, the curtains closed, sealing him away from his dorm mates. A muggle pen, as he wanted to avoid using a quill as much as possible, scribbled on a piece of parchment; a hardcover book under it acting as an impromptu desk.

He was already penning out his first letters to Jack, his friends, and the Operator. In each of them he included his talk with Dumbledore, just worded differently depending on the recipient.

When he was finished, though late, he knew he'd be struggling to get to sleep; too used to spending late nights with Jack, harvesting.

He frowned while getting into bed. He had been wondering if his life would become comparatively duller once he started attending Hogwarts, despite his year-round game with Dumbledore. He went back to pondering this as he dozed.

Somehow though, he thought as he drifted into sleep, I have a feeling this year won't be as boring as I thought it would be.

AN 2: So, I actually looked up differences between American English, and British English for Harry's dialogue, not the narration. In a way, it's pretty difficult since (to me at least) they're not dramatic differences and it's easy to forget. Ex Math vs Maths; Sidewalk vs Pavement. I tried though and I hope it shows that.

Also, yes, I intentionally left out which house he got. It's not really important since these are oneshots. And besides, I wanted

La Chatillon to have a bit more freedom when writing Freaks Should Live Together.

Well I hope you guys enjoyed! Thanks for reading, and an extra thank you to those who reviewed. I loved reading them, and they all made me smile ^_^