"Harry looked down at his feet moodily. He'd been happily doing the dishes and watching the telly over the sink when the doorbell had rang. And that was no fun. Now he had to remember the name of Pierce or Piss or whatever he was called." In which Harry is more self-amused, snarky, and moody. Also not an idiot. Now with 100% more excitement. And bacon.

"No!" Harry said firmly, his half-shout filled the living room. "It's not happening, no way!" "I told them you'd take it like this," Hermione's resigned tone floated into the room from the kitchen, "which is why we thought of a safer plan." A different plan goes down during the Seven Potters chapter. -Warning- very strange adult content, somewhat dubious consent at first.