Harry Potter in Time but He's a Stoner

An alcoholic at 16.

Dinner was nearing a close and people had already started making their way to their dorms. Harry was about to do the same before somebody stopped him. A tall, very very very handsome man in a Ravenclaw uniform, with shoulder length, nearly snow white hair and a charming, warm smile - Harry was mesmerised. "Uhm gay-hey I'm Harry, hey." He muttered out hoping the other boy hadn't heard the first part of the sentence. The marauders were all looking up from their seat at the table with a puzzled look on their face - what would the handsome, Ravenclaw prefect want to do with the new student. Of course, Harry didn't know the second part of the thought yet though. 

Surprisingly, nobody had heard Harry accidentally come out of the closet at the sight of the God of a man before him who instead spoke slowly and clearly with a low gravely voice - Harry was, again, mesmerised. "Right, I was told to give you your timetable and dorm quarters as the Gryffindor prefect is a little preoccupied at the moment to remember his duties." The boys eyes glanced at the seat behind and next to Harry as the boy unnamed but targeted giggled a little. "Yeah sorry Xenophilius I was just trying to make the boy comfortable," James laughed out. Harry blinked. Then he gaped.

XENOPHILIUS!!!! THIS WAS LUNA'S DAD WHEN HE WAS YOUNGER. THAT GREASY DUDE?! 

Harry's (rude and frankly unnecessary) thoughts were screaming at him as he looked shell shocked at his very horny hormonal homosexual teenage boy thoughts disappeared from his mind faster then you could say quidditch. "Anyways," the boy now named Xenophilius spoke again "Here's your schedule and dorm plan, hope you make lots of family here at Hogwarts okay? And if these boys give you ANY trouble, you are always welcome to hang with me over at Ravenclaw." Harry just nodded his mouth open as the man slightly brushed his hand against Harry's as he was passing him the parchment. He muttered out a thanks and watched as the other walked away. Despite this being his very close friends dad, there was nothing Harry wanted more now than to absolutely rai- No not those thoughts. Harry just had to remind himself to picture their old greasy faces on their young teenage bodies that were in his presence no biggy. That was not difficult at all. At all.

He turned back to face the table and took another drink. It was then he'd realised he'd done nothing but drink that whole night and had nothing to eat except a stray chip he'd swiped from Sirius' plate when the older was to busy talking to some girl on his right - probably flirting. He felt his head wooze as he also realised he'd been making his drinks stronger as he'd been struggling to deal with his new-found friend group. How he'd got away with drinking in front of people all night he had no clue but it was now nearing 10 o'clock and he could feel how drunk he really was. 

"H-hey Remus~" Harry said dragging out the 's', Remus looked away from James who he'd been talking to and suddenly Harry had caught the attention of the entire group. Remus wasn't one to mess with and they knew that and they also knew Remus had his suspicions about the boy since they'd met him only hours prior - he'd voiced this to them before Harry had come into the Great Hall for his sorting. "Would you do me a favour? Pretty pretty pleaseeeeee." The extra 'e's' were definitely needed. Harry leaned across the table, knocking over his drink onto his plate as he clumsily stood. 

"Ahh shit. My drink." He cried a little, his emotions were becoming overwhelming and that's when he knew he was fucked. He waved his hand down his body and he was dry as he stood his glass back up. "Woah mate how'd you do wandless magic so casually?" Sirius pointed and rather loudly stated but Harry didn't seem to mind - or tell the difference at this point.

"Do what? the magicy thing? I don't know I just do." Harry shifted uncomfortably as he slurred his words. Remus made his way around the table touching the boys' back as he tried to get him to stand. At this, Harry cried out a little more, "No I want the drink" as he flopped down onto Remus making the taller struggle. The boy was not heavy but God he could drink his weights worth. 

Harry glanced up, not aware of his actions and, through a sweaty fringe, brought his hands up to Remus' scars on the boys' face. "You're like me." Harry traced it before lifting his fringe an showing his own scar before sulking down to the floor. 

"Woah Harry mate whats wrong?" Sirius concernedly said more so for Remus who was looking now a little self-conscious because of his scars. All the Marauders were around Harry's side of the table watching the boy as he cried a little. James bent down in front of the younger boy before flinching away, "Have you been drinking? Mate when?" James quizzed but Remus answered. "He's been drinking since he was seated and by the smell of his drink it was just straight vodka." "Thats foul that" Peter said, more so at the drink of choice than the boys' already present alcoholic tendencies. "Why're you crying?" Sirius said to the recently unresponsive boy, defensively as he had hurt Remus' precious feelings. "Remus has prettier scars than me." and Harry seemed to slump into the floor more. 

"What the fuck?" Remus couldn't stop himself and he smiled before again lifting the boy up and checking his dorm sheet. "He's with us." This surprised him further. "Pete you help me James you make sure that his bed's ready and Sirius for the love of god hold your tongue for now," Remus ordered out eyeing Sirius when the boy went to protest. The scarred boy could just sense the wave of questions ready for the drunk boy coming from him and he wanted to deal with nothing of the sorts this night. "Ready Pete?" "Ready." "Right," and the boys managed to heave a somehow asleep but murmuring boy up to a newfound bed in their room, with a new trunk and a not-so-suspicious bag placed neatly next to it. This was going to be fun.