Disclaimer: The characters and world of Harry Potter belong to J.K Rowling and not us. This is co-authored between racheesi and me, IvySnowe.
Warning: This is slash and Blaise Zabini is Italian in our minds thus he is Italian in our fic. So there. Nyah.
The general atmosphere of the room was heavy with barely held anger and resentment. The cause of this was the teenage boy sitting with his back against the door to his bedroom. It was Harry Potter. His current mood was because his so-called friends were once again leaving him out of their correspondance. Now whether this was because they were ordered to or not hadn't quite entered Harry's thoughts. He was too preoccupied with the lack of human interaction, which, even at the Dursley's, was very low.
'Couldn't even be bothered to write me a lousy letter. I expect they're too busy arguing and pretending they don't like eachother.' he thought, annoyed by his friends, Ron and Hermione.
His musings were interrupted by a shriek from downstairs. Quickly, Harry grabbed his wand and threw open the door, only to be met with a surprised looking Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks.
"Er, surprise?" the werewolf said after a moments silence in which Harry looked them over suspiciously.
"Wotcher, Harry. We came to get you." Tonks grinned.
"What spell did you use to get back at Peeves during our first lesson with you at Hogwarts?" Harry questioned.
"Waddiwasi. Good to see you too Harry." was the quick answer.
"Suspicious kid, ain't he?"
"I have reason to be. And why exactly are you here? Not that I'm not glad to get away, mind you." Harry blushed mildly.
"Well, it's your birthday, so we decided to surprise you. Probably not the best way to go about it." Remus mumbled, concerned.
"Probably." With that, Harry went to his trunk and began to pull it out of the room and down the stairs. It didn't pass either adults notice that it hadn't even been properly unpacked. Soon, they were on their way to London and Grimmauld Place, via the Knight Bus. Once there, Harry scowled at the house as it stretched and popped into view. Still pulling his trunk along he opened the door and entered the dimly lit entry way. He shivered, it hadn't changed much, only a bit cleaner.
"I'll take my things upstairs." the young Gryffindor muttered and quickly made his way upstairs and out of sight, leaving behind a pair of confused and worried Order member.
A few hours later, a tentative knock sounded on the door and opened before Harry could say anything. About to thoroughly go off on whoever it was, Harry paused when Sirius poked his head in the room.
"Hey, pup. Good to see you." that was all it took for Harry to completely let out all the tension he had been holding onto all summer.
"It's good to see you too, Padfoot."
"So," Sirius started out, well, seriously, "Did you miss me?"
The teen laughed and nodded his head, missing the relieved look Sirius gained at the sound of his godsons laughter.
"Why don't you come on down. Molly cooked, so it's bound to be good."
Harry hesitated before standing up to head downstairs with Sirius, some of his resentment coming back to the fore. When they reached the kitchen doors, Sirius glanced back at him, anxiously biting his lip and opened the door.
"Harry!"
"Mate!"
"Oi, it's the-"
"-wee Potter!"
Came the shouts that accompanied his entrance. He grinned slightly at the twins, and, glancing at his friends, sat with the aforementioned ginger haired twins. They began to talk and Harry had no idea who started the conversation.
"So, Harry, dear, it's been ages-"
"Absolute ages-"
"Since we last saw you. Tell me, what have you been up too?"
"Weeding?"
"Washing?"
"Plotting?"
"Simmering in anger?"
"Having a scandalous affair?"
"Regale us!"
They went back and forth before finishing together.
"Wouldn't you like to know." Harry replied, happy to be around people once again. All this was interrupted by an unusual appearance.
A/N: Well, yes it is short. But you write a spur of the moment fic at 3 in the morning through IM's with a friend that lives two timezones away from you. We think it's pretty spiffy to tell you the truth.