AN: This story is co-written with Jaquelyne, and was an entry into the HG Live Journal Fic-a-fest.
Thanks to Michele for stepping up to the plate and beta'ing this - Tim's normal beta's being tied up with TMW!8.
Yes, we are aware that Blaise is officially male, but until JKR gives us an official female Slytherin we can use, she will continue to be written as a female by us.
This story itself is teeth rotting fluff. It has three parts, and is the first in a trilogy of stories. A lot of this was actually written pre-TMW! And needed Jaq to drag it out and put into shape.
As Harry walked into Dumbledore's office, he was surprised to see that it was bigger than normal, with most of the members of the Order of the Phoenix standing around, talking happily.
Harry threw a grin and a wink at McGonagall over his shoulder, and crept silently to a group of them.
"Wotcha, Tonks," Harry exclaimed, right into the metamorphous' left ear.
Tonks jumped nearly a foot in the air, and turned fast, pulling her wand out and preparing to attack. Unfortunately, the young Auror overbalanced, tripped over her own feet, and went flying into Harry.
Her yelp alerted the rest of the Order, who turned as one to see Tonks lying on Harry.
"You know, if you wanted to get horizontal with me, all you had to do was ask," the green eyed wizard smirked. "And I knew you Aurors were adventurous, but doing it at an Order meeting is a little much, don't you think?"
Nymphadora Tonks, who had been in the process of standing, gaped at Harry, then slowly started to blush, till her face resembled a Weasley at their best. A blush that grew even brighter when some of the other members added some ribald comments.
As he had earlier with Snape, Harry seemed to hardly move, yet he was on his feet, snapping away with a camera as fast as he could.
"What are you doing?" A now enraged Tonks demanded.
"Blackmail material," Harry explained happily, "I'm sure a lot of your Auror friends would just love to see you blushing like a school girl."
"I got Snape earlier, now I have you. Don't worry; these pictures will not be given to anyone...yet."
Tonks pulled out her wand, and shouted, "Accio Camera!" The Order members present watched, with smiles on their faces, as the camera flew out of Harry's hands.
"That's not very nice," Harry announced with a grin. As Tonks, now over her blush, smirked at him, Harry held up his hand, palm up. "You know, you can keep the camera as a present, as long as I have the negatives."
"Accio Negatives," Tonks tried again.
Harry smirked and let the negatives float out of his hand. He waved his other hand casually, creating a circle of fire between them. As the negatives flew through it, they vanished. "Whoops," the young man grinned.
"Where did they go?" The now purple-haired witch asked.
"Somewhere safe," Harry replied. "Now, let's all get this meeting going. Professor, you said something about supper?"
"Merely a ruse," Dumbledore explained with a smile. "I didn't want the junior members to accompany you."
"Ahhh," Harry said. "Well, you don't mind if I help myself, do you? Travelling several thousand miles always makes me hungry."
"Of course not."
Harry snapped his fingers, and soon started to eat a huge roast beef sandwich that appeared in front of him.
"Welcome, everyone. To be honest, I never thought I would see the day when we would meet, not to discuss the latest horrors from Voldemort, but as friends."
"Come on, Professor," Remus Lupin interrupted with a grin. "Get to the interrogation, that's why we all came here."
The remainder of the Order laughed loudly.
Dumbledore laughed gently along with them, understanding, as always, that something's are always better left unsaid.
"Would you like to be the interrogator?" The Professor asked the Werewolf.
"I'd be honoured," Lupin replied.
Harry watched the byplay with a smile, wondering whom they were interrogating. A second later, he got his answer as a spotlight suddenly fell on him. A wry smile appeared on his face for a second before it vanished, as did any sign of personality.
"Now, Harry," Remus said, sliding around the table, looking for the entire world like a lawyer in a courtroom. "Can I start by asking you to explain your absence from the Order, for the past few months?"
"Potter, Harry James, Commander, 43627," the boy replied in a monotone tone of voice.
"I'm sorry?" Remus said, looking confused.
"Potter, Harry James, Commander, 43627."
"Harry? Are you alright?"
"Potter, Harry James, Commander, 43627."
Surprisingly, it was Professor Snape who broke first. He'd lost a lot of his grudges against Harry over the summer, when the boy had defeated Voldemort, and had a grudging respect for the prank he played earlier.
The idea of Harry blackmailing him like that was a very Slytherin one, and it was something that he could appreciate. Then the way he had first caught out Tonks had made him smile inside. It looked like this new Harry Potter was going to be a lot of fun. But what Harry was doing now was the last straw for him. Lupin had said that this was an interrogation, and Harry had gone into interrogation mode. Not even Voldemort himself, when he had tortured Harry for information had gotten him to say anything other than his name, rank, and serial number. The stupid werewolf had got a lot more than he had bargained for, and now didn't have a clue what to do about it.
The first sign of Snape's reaction was a muffled cough, which soon wasn't enough to hide it. He gave in and roared with laughter, a laughter that increased as he realised that he was the only person who had seen Harry like this before, and, as such, knew what was going on.
Fred and George Weasley, looked at each other in shock. They were full members now, as well all the Weasley's who were of age. They didn't even know that Snape could laugh.
"Severus?" Dumbledore asked, looking a little concerned that he didn't have a clue what was going on.
Snape tried very hard to control himself, and placed his head in his hands to try and help his recovery. "Lupin said it was an interrogation, so Potter's treating it that way. All you'll get out of him is his name, rank, and serial number. Even Voldie couldn't get anything out of him when he's in this mode. That's what you get for trying to be clever."
A look of immense chagrin slowly over took both Dumbledore and Remus' faces, as they realised they had been out-manoeuvred by their own attempts to be clever.
Quick as a flash, Harry's hand jumped out, and his camera jumped from Tonks' hand, and as it flew through the air, a roll of film appeared and leapt into place, before it took several pictures of the two of them. The green-eyed wizard caught the camera, and then threw it in the air, creating another fire circle to send it elsewhere.
"You know," Harry grinned at the two twins. "I'm starting to get an idea for a rival to the wizard cards you get in chocolate frogs."
Fred and George's eyes lit up with unholy glee.
"Fred," George started. "Our co-owner is an absolute genius."
"That he is, George." Fred wiped a fake tear from his face. "It makes you proud to know that your high standards are being kept up after you leave."
Molly Weasley blinked. "You!" she pointed at Harry. "You gave them the money to start this?"
"Of course," Harry replied blandly. "I figured we'd need a few laughs with Voldie running amok, and it's hardly as if I, of all people, need cash."
"Thank you," Molly said with a smile. The twins business was a roaring success, making both of them very rich. The twins had insisted on fixing the Burrow themselves, so that it was now an extremely nice house, although it still had the family feel to it.
Harry shrugged. "Well, the twins insisted on making me a partner, so I've had my investment back many, many times over."
"Okay, Harry," Dumbledore, said. The headmaster's tone had changed to a serious one. "Can you please tell us where you've been all summer, then how you got through the wards when you arrived back."
"As for where I've been, I spent one night at Godric's Hollow, talking to my parents and Padfoot's graves, and then spent the rest of the summer playing with magic and sunbathing in Hawaii."
"Playing with magic?" Lupin asked, sitting back down.
"Yeah," Harry replied. He raised his hands down, and seemed to almost push. As he did, he rose up slowly until he was hovering above the table. "During the final battle, I got hit with a curse that made my brain feel like it was on fire for a second. It seemed to change me a little. I played with it over the summer." He slowly sank back down into his chair.
"What else can you do?" Charlie Weasley whispered, looking at Harry with an expression akin to awe.
Harry smiled, "Oh, a bit of this, a bit of that. Full control over the elements, bake a pie, you know, normal stuff."
"Harry, it's not nice to spring a surprise like that on an old man," Dumbledore said reproachfully. "Are you telling me that you are the first full Elemental in history and that you got the powers from an unknown curse?"
"Well, I didn't know I was the first in history," Harry looked a little grumpy at that. "But, in effect, yes."
As Harry looked around the table, he wished he hadn't sent his camera to his trunk so quickly. Oh well, there'll be other times, he thought to himself.
The morning started bright and early, which, coincidentally, were the two main things Harry had against mornings. As far as he was concerned, it was still 2AM on his body clock, and while the bright English sunlight might light up his dorm room, but it sure as hell didn't warm it up like the Hawaiian sun did.
He pulled on the same jeans and t-shirt he had been wearing the day before, and tried on his robes. With a sigh, he realised they didn't fit, and were looking a little old anyway. He'd have to ask for permission to go to Madame Malkin's later.
He yawned, and looked around to find that all his dorm mates were still asleep. With a shrug, he left them and wandered down into the common room.
The first years were all up together, and looked like they had been for hours. Harry smiled, remembering what it had been like his first night here, hardly able to sleep for the excitement of knowing that they were going to be taught magic for the first time the following day.
There was a smattering of students from other years, but no sign of the prefects or the Head Girl.
"Ready for breakfast?" Harry asked them.
They nodded eagerly.
"Well, come on then, the first people at breakfast always get the best choice of food."
Like the Pied Piper, Harry led the smaller children through the maze of Hogwarts to the Great Hall. He actually remembered being as small as they seemed now, and knew it would take them some time to relax around him.
As they were still early, the hall was deserted, so Harry decided to sit with them. It had been a long time since he had enjoyed a full English breakfast, so he took advantage to help himself to a huge one.
"I'm still a growing boy," he grinned at the awe-filled faces of the first years around him. "Eat up, the day is always a lot easier to face on a full stomach."