Harry Potter in Time but He's a Stoner

Harry's worst drunken persona.

Sirius blinked at Harry. It wasn't every day that you got randomly stared at and questioned for alcohol. But it had been  such a long and stressful day that he just couldn't care less and dipped beneath his bed to pull out a litre bottle of fire whisky to shake towards Harry whose bed was across from his own. Harry pointed at Sirius, "I knew I was going to like you." And he got up casting a quick spell and the pillows and blankets in the room were arranged on the floor as Harry prompted the boys to join him in his makeshift campsite pillow fort thing. 

Honestly, Harry just couldn't stand the silence anymore. Peter woke with a shiver as his blanket was ripped from his body by Harry's spell. And all the boys reluctantly sat on the floor. If Harry's goal was to make himself appear as less of a freak, then he was failing miserably as he just conjured cups and poured a large amount of whisky in that he necked back. For some reason, that night he just needed to feel the burn. 

He dipped into his trunk and pulled out some cigarettes, offering one to Sirius when the boys eyes had lit up at the sight of the contraband. They all began to drink the fire whisky - even Peter who for some reason didn't even question the antics. Well, to be fair, nobody had said anything since Harry's last statement until James spoke, cheery and smiling as always, "So Harry, what school did you transfer over from." Shit. Harry hadn't established a backstory and now he needed to lie while intoxicated - lets hope that Dudley had taught him anything and that it was finally coming to work. 

"I didn't. I was home schooled." Harry took another sip of his drink apparently proud of the basic ass answer that he had just given. But James continued. 

"Wow, bet you're parents must be really powerful if they were teaching you wandless magic then." James chuckled a little into his cup but looked up to see a dark expression on Harry's face that had the rest of the group confused. "Yeah, I'm sure they were." Harry stated quietly. Now, we've experienced an emotional drunk Harry, a pathetic drunk Harry and for some reason, faced with the group of people he should be able to confide in most, we have an extremely defensive and angry drunk Harry. Harry's look didn't stop Remus though. 

"What's that supposed to mean?" Why did he have to be so curious? Harry would've lightened up a little if they'd just left it at that and let him light a joint. (Would it be too early to introduce his family to drugs? Maybe?) Regardless, Harry did not take kindly to the boys' prying eyes. 

"What is it? Investigate the new guy evening?" 

"It's the morning." Sirius was not helpful. 

"Why won't you answer the question?" Sirius had placed a hand on Remus' arm, trying to get the boy to hold back but he could tell that the taller boy had had his frustrations about Harry since the train, especially after the incident with the scar in the great hall. Harry necked another drink. 

"You know, I'm coming to realise that the Black brothers are a lot nicer than what people say." Harry winked at Sirius, obviously provoking Remus more but the boy shouldn't have pried in the first place so Harry thought it justified. Besides, the two hadn't told him that they were together or not so not only was it justified, it was shameless because right now - drunk and emotionally unavailable - Harry had quite literally nothing to lose.  

"People say things about them?" James pitched in. 

"You've spoke to my brother." Sirius also added, at the same time in fact that the two just looked at each other with understanding gazes. Remus was absolutely seething and he stood. 

"I'm not being funny but you can't just waltz in to Hogwarts, get pissed off your mind, treat Dumbledore with no respect and come and say things like that about Sirius when we barely know who you are." Remus was panting and Harry knew that his provocation had worked because there was definitely something different behind his eyes when he'd mentioned Sirius. Harry stood too, the others looking up at Remus worriedly which stung Harry a bit to know that he'd never get that much care from them. Nevertheless, Harry spoke, "Number one, don't act like you know anything about me and Dumbledore, not every Gryffindor has to bend over backwards for that old coot. Number two, I didn't disrespect Sirius or Regulus in any way and you assuming that people always have something negative to say about them doesn't reflect well and number three, you never asked to get to know me, I certainly would've if our roles had been reversed." Harry knew that it was harsh and petty to bring up Sirius but Remus started it so boohoo. Remus sat again, Harry following. 

"You're right I'm sorry," Harry knew Remus was wise. Always the bigger man but Harry could not care less, he would not apologise for his words because to be honest, he was a little too drunk to register what he'd said albeit hurtful or not. So in reality, it wasn't that deep. 

"Good." Harry clapped and smiled which all the boys jumped but after a few seconds ended up smiling with him - even Remus. "How would you like to get to know me?" Peter gasped and jumped a little in his seat on the floor. 

"What about never have I ever? Then it works both ways." Peter was always one for party games however, was a party game really fun if there was only five of you, there was only one person that the other four didn't know and there was an awkward tension in the air. Harry cast a tempus charm again, it was nearing four o'clock in the morning, but it was a Saturday and he was feeling devious. He laughed and noticed the red tint to everyone else's cheeks. Score! They were going to agree regardless - he would use force. 

"Let's go get the girls!" Harry saw the bright smile on James' face and knew that it was going to be ten times better to get to know them all. Cue the formal introductions.