Potter ~ Harry Potter x IT (wtm)

1. THE PHILOSOPHER'S STONE

[It is nighttime in Surrey, we see an owl on the street sign "PRIVET DRIVE" and the camera pans to the street with very identical looking brown brick houses. The owl flies away and an elderly man with crimson robes and a long silvery white beard named Albus Dumbledore walks out of a forest near the street, past a tabby cat standing next to what looks like a shed. He takes out his deluminator and activates it. Dumbledore zaps all the light out of the lampposts. He puts away the device and a cat meows. Dumbledore looks down at the cat.]

Dumbledore: I should have known that you would be here...Professor McGonagall.

"I forgot you were an animagus, Minnie!" James shouted across the hall to the said professor, making her look over with a stern look, yet a small smile could be seen on her face.

"I haven't missed you calling me 'Minnie', Mr. Potter." she said back, making James give a boyish grin, "In fact, I haven't been able to miss it at all, you seem to have passed down all your nicknaming abilities to Mr. Rhys. He's got the same naming skill you have I'm afraid." This made both James and Rhys smile widely at each other.

"Even Snivellous?" James asked his son proudly, the smile never leaving his face.

"Oh, please. That's my favorite!" He laughs back, all the teachers, mainly Snape, look at them with an unimpressed look, all having nicknames of their own.

[The camera slowly pans to the shed, only showing the shadow of the cat as it gets up, the shadow showing the cat transforming into a human figure with a pointy hat on. All you could hear was suspenseful music and her heels clicking on the floor. Minerva McGonagall is revealed.]

McGonagall: Good evening, Professor Dumbledore.

[She walked out of frame as the camera showed Dumbledore. He holds out his hand in front of him, motioning her to walk with him. She does.]

McGonagall: Are the rumors true, Albus?

Dumbledore: I'm afraid so, Professor. The good, and the bad.

McGonagall: And the boy?

Dumbledore: Hagrid is bringing him.

"Boy? What boy?" Ron's loud voice echoed in the hall.

"Considering it's at Privets Drive. It's me" Harry answered, quite sure of his answer.

"But she only said boy, wouldn't it be boys." The red head questioned again, looking at Rhys for help.

"Nope, I grew up in Derry. Never went to the Dursleys." Rhys answered this time, Lily and James were confused. They were their kids, why were they going to the Dursleys? With Hagrid too?

"Lucky." Harry shot at him, a grin on his face.

"I know" The other twin replied smugly, placing his arm around the back of Richie's chair and leaning back to give his brother a smug smile.

"Oi! Yo-" Vernon Dursley started before Rhys cut him off,

"Shut up you knob! Suck a dick!" The boy knew what his - thankfully not blood, but still by marriage - Uncle had done to his brother and said about his parents. Safe to say he didn't like them, not one bit. Yet, who would.

Some of the Americans in the room seemed a little confused, while nearly everyone else - mainly James - laughed loudly.

"What's so funny about a doorknob?" but seeing the looks he got, he changed his question, "What's a knob?" Richie asked the British boy next to him. Rhys thought he would know, but considering he used the term 'wang' all the time instead, he shook the thought away.