Disclaimer: I don't own, nor do I want to own, Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling owns them. I've no intention of making any profit off of this, it's merely used to satisfy my desire to write and possibly to amuse you, the reader, though you can pay me if you want. Song Lyrics from Do the Evolution belong to Pearl Jam.
Warning: This will be R and will contain *SLASH* You don't like it, don't read.
Summary: Harry returned to Hogwarts after six years of self exile into the Muggle World and the defeat of Voldemort.
AN: This is my first attempt at fanfiction. Period. I've tried to post a little bit of original work, but I passed the project onto Rubberboots. I discovered that fanfiction gets more reviews, and also, that most story ideas I have run to closely to Rowling's world, so I might as well right fanfiction.
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PrologueSilly Rabbit, Trix are for Kids.
Woo..
I'm ahead, I'm a man
I'm the first mammal to wear pants, yeah
I'm at peace with my lust
I can kill 'cause in God I trust, yeah
It's evolution, baby
I'm at piece, I'm the man
Buying stocks on the day of the crash
On the loose, I'm a truck
All the rolling hills, I'll flatten' em out, yeah
It's herd behaviour, uh huh
It's evolution, baby
Admire me, admire my home
Admire my son, he's my clone.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
This land is mine, this land is free
I'll do what I want but irresponsibly
It's evolution, baby
I'm a thief, I'm a liar
There's my church, I sing in the choir:
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Admire me, admire my home
Admire my son, admire my clothes
'Cause we know, appetite for a nightly feast
Those ignorant Indians got nothin' on me
Nothin', why?
Because, it's evolution, baby!
I am ahead, I am advanced
I am the first mammal to make plans, yeah
I crawled the earth, but now I'm higher
Twenty-ten, watch it go to fire
It's evolution, baby
Do the evolution
Come on, come on, come on
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I knew I must have made quite the sight as I entered onto platform nine and three quarters. It wasn't entirely my fault. My friends had been insistent on seeing my off at the train station, and had also insisted that I bring all of my band equipment, a full drum kit, so that I could practice while I was away.
My very muggle friends.
So there I was, in muggle clothing that had become nearly a second skin to me, dragging nearly half of my wardrobe and a drum kit behind me, amidst a group brightly coloured Wizards and Witches sporting robes, and carrying broomsticks and owls in cages
I had to stop myself from staring. I'd been away from this world for 6 years, and it came as somewhat of a shock. It was like stepping into a fairytale all over again. And this was despite the fact that I had had to stop by Diagon Alley earlier that week to pick up supplies and a new wand.
The second I had moved far enough away from the entrance, I cast a shrinking charm on all of my belongings making them not only much easier to carry, but also easier to store on the train. There was no way I would be able to fit half of that stuff into one compartment if I'd kept it all it's original size.
I boarded the train almost immediately, ill at ease from all of the stares I'd been receiving. The only saving grace was that I wasn't hearing anyone whispering. They were all just shocked to see a muggle-looking man walk confidently through them, even though I didn't feel confident at all.
Either that or they were shocked at seeing a one eyed man wearing a tight, black, turtle-necked tank top and a pair of leather pants with long black hair and eyeliner around the one good, violet eye was somewhat surprising.
Either way I quickly made my way back to the professors' compartments on the train and slid into one before locking the door and stowing away my belonging, thankful no one had recognized me. I had muggle ingenuity to thank for that.
Nothing like a little cover-up and coloured contacts to disguise the trademark lightning-bolt scar and emerald green eyes that were directly linked to Harry Potter.
I shook my head slightly thinking of a cereal commercial on television.
Silly Wizards. Tricks aren't just for kids.
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AN: I mentioned before I wrote fanfiction to get more reviews. I get discouraged easily, hence the passing on of the other project. Give me feedback. If you think it's worth continuing, tell me. If it should be scrapped, tell me. If you got a new puppy and want to brag about it, tell me. I just want to know someone is reading this.
As for the song lyrics? I have no idea why I put them there. They seemed appropriate. Bitter, kind of like Harry's mood… I don't know really. Invent your own reasons. I just love that song.
Next chapter will be up by at least next weekend.
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