AN: And we are back, with the sequel from The Rose Paradox. Sorry to say, if you haven't read it, you will NOT understand what is happening here (damn, even if you did lol).
Thanks to AWR and DarkLordRising for the beta reading and help editing!
Chapter 01
The boy who killed the world
Godric's hollow…
Two hours before the coven ritual.
Remus Lupin always considered himself a brave man; he was a warrior, he had fought a brutal war and survived, and the wolf inside him burned with instincts and ferocity.
And yet, now, the werewolf was afraid.
Remus looked at the crater where the big statue once stood at the center of the village, and watched in awe of the burning couple. Fleur Delacour held an unconscious Harry Potter in her arms, their bodies engulfed in magical flame. Fleur cried while black fire surrounded both teens, although without burning them; dark flames that came directly from Harry.
Harry was way more powerful than Remus could ever imagine,and way more dangerous. People had died, and not only Death eaters.
But Harry was also dying…
The werewolf didn't know what to do, or what to feel anymore. He didn't want the boy, the son of his best friends, even if he had came from another world, to die, but at the same time, it would be easier if he did just that. For Rose.
The dark flames surrounded Fleur and Harry with even more intensity, Fleur could feel his magic going away, his body dying. After all these years alone, the one person with the power to change it all was almost gone.
The Veela screamed, and her own flames, her own flame of passion, her allure, the core of her very being, joined Harry's dark fire. It embraced it, and burned together, and it became one.
Iris looked to the couple at the epicenter of all the destruction. So much power, so much darkness, and yet, so much love. Harry was fighting a monster more dangerous than any Death Eater. Himself.
"This… this can't be happening…" Remus said, looking scared at Iris. "This is dangerous! I… I need to call Bella, I need to tell her."
Thinking fast, the red haired witch saw all her plans being destroyed and took a hard decision.
"Sorry Remus…" Iris said,.pointing her wand at the broken werewolf. "I can let you do that, I'm really sorry. OBLIVIATE!
That was the last word the wide eyed man heard before the world turned dark.
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An act of Sacrilege
By Grace Johnson
In a act of unbelievable brutality, the terrorist group known as Death Eaters attacked one of the most sacred places to all the population of magical Britain.
The village of Godric's Hollow, stage of the brave resistance and sacrifice of James Potter and Lily Potter, is no more! In its place, only a flaming crater surrounded by the city's remains. Many of its centenary buildings had been destroyed, and the death toll is in the dozens.
A group of ten black robed terrorists attacked the bucolic village on the last night, targeting not only the bronze statue of the heroes from the magical world, but also the non magical population of the village. In a act of extreme cruelty, some kind of unknown spell or ritual had been performed at the center of the city, blowing up the statue and killing many.
The attack was only stopped due the interference of unknown wizards and witches, who fought the terrorists, killing one of them. The identity of those heroes is unknown to the Aurors, and the chief of the DMLE Amelia Bones asked for them to step forward, so they could be rewarded.
The Prophet thanks those mysterious heroes, and hope they are fine, where ever they are.
One of the terrorists has been captured, and finds himself in the DMLE headquarters. The identity of the terrorists been divulged.
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Delphi woke up to a world of pain.
The witch felt like every bone in her body was broken and each breath was like diving into a pool of needles. And yet, she was alive. And in a bed. Delphi looked at the ceiling and the old, but clean, dark wooden walls and recognized she was back at the Riddle estate manor, and her wounds were all well looked after. Someone had manage to bring her back, maybe Malfoy or Goyle.
Delphi was trying to remember what exactly had happened when she heard a groan to her side. The witch turned her head around, and saw Rodolphus Lestrange laid in a bed at her side, breathing with difficult. Delphi could not see, but if the blood stained sheet over his body was any indication, the man was in really shape, she could feel his magic flowing out. The wizard was dying.
"Lestrange…" Delphi called in a low, gasping voice, the broken man turned around and looked at her with empty eyes. "Lestrange, what da fuck just happened? Where is everyone?"
The man maybe a noise, almost like he was drowning, as if his lungs and throat were full of blood, before he said.
"My… my brother…"
"Lestrange?"
"He… he is dead… burnt to ashes… his magic is gone…I… I loved…"
"RUDOLPHUS!" Delphi called in a stronger voice.
"De… Delphi…" Rudolphus eyes returned a little focus as he looked to the witch.
"What happened?" Delphi asked again.
"I… my brother… he…"
Delphi could see the terror on the man's eyes, the primal fear taking over him, and then, Delphi herself started feeling it. Something terrible had happened.
"Rodolphus… where is Barty?" Delphi could feel the tears in her eyes. "Did… did he bring me here? Where is he?"
The remaining Lestrange brother looked at her with sad eyes before saying.
"Delphi… I… I need… to tell you… Crouch… The Dark Lady… she…" Before he could finish, his eyes went wide, and his throat made a weird sound, like someone was choking him. The man was dying, someone was killing him.
Delphi felt her presence before seeing her, the Dark Lady, her mother, and the darkness that came with her entered the room, coming from the shadows themselves. The monstrous woman had her wand pointed at the dying Death eater, and glowing red eyes.
"And that is the end of the infamous Lestrange brothers…" The dark lady said in a deep hiss while she killed the man. "What a shame, they were violent ruffians and rapists, but good soldiers, don't you think dear daughter of mine?"
Delphi watched as the life was taken from the man, and the Dark Lady drunk on his magic, like a vampire.
"What… what are you doing?" Delphi desperately asked.
"Salvaging my assets, little Delphi." The dark lady hissed as the man finally died. "Not as powerful, but death magic can also be used." the unnaturally beautiful woman turned to her daughter to be. "The question is, are you also an asset I should salvage Delphi?"
Her voice was cold, emotionless, making Delphi sure she was telling the truth, and yet, for some reason, her mind kept coming back to Barty Crouch, the only person that matter something to her. Was this love?
"Barty… where is…"
The Dark Lady laughed, and it was one of the most frightening sounds Delphi had ever heard.
"Oh the young people, here I am, threatening to kill you, and all you can think of is his dick? You really are useless, child."
The Dark Lady pointed her wand at Delphi, and the young woman watched in fear as its tip started glowing with a green hue.
"Mother?"
"Avada…"
"NOOO!"
To Delphi's surprise, the scream came from the dark lady herself, although in a different voice. Her wand stopped glowing and the Dark Lady turned her back to the younger witch.
"What are you doing?" The Dark Lady's normal voice said in parseltongue.
"She's just a child!" The other voice answered, also in the snake language. "Just a stupid child in love, trying to impress her mother!"
"It doesn't matter! I'm the one in charge here! This is my decision!"
"No!"
Delphi watched in awe as the most powerful woman she ever knew argued with herself, without knowing what was happening, she could tell something was very wrong. Her own mind started racing.
"One day…" The Dark Lady hissed. "This will stop, and after that, you will be gone forever bitch." The woman turned around and looked at her daughter. "As for you, do not disappoint. Me Again! OBLIVIATE!"
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A younger Daphne Greengrass quickly walked through the labyrinth like corridors and hallways of Hogwarts, silently cursing the boy she was madly in love with.
"Damn Potter! Two tasks and two stays over the hospital wing! Couldn't you be more careless?" The young witch thought as she reached the final corridor before entering the infirmary. The witch could see the big wooden doors, and felt her heart start to beat quicker. Only he could do that to her, to break her ice queen facade. As Daphne was lost in those thoughts, she saw the big doors opening and the last person she wished to see in this world came through them.
Fleur Delacour was everything Daphne feared. She was smart, powerful and beautiful, and for some reason, her prideful attitude even reflected her own. And of course, she was there first.
The French witch looked at Daphne with disdain, before giving her a smugshi smile.
"'E is eating now… you know, 'E 'ad, how do you say… hypothermia, and I helped to keep his body warm during the night…"
At that moment, all that Daphne wanted was to erase that smile from her face with the most painful spells she knew, but now was not the time.
"They let you in?" The slytherin asked.
"Perks of being a champion." The Veela shrugged.
"Well, thank you for the information, now, if you excuse me, I'm going to see him." Daphne said, before starting to walk towards the doors. To her surprise, with a swift movement, the Veela grabbed her arm and strongly pitch her against the wall.
"What you think you are doing?" Fleur asked, rage and jealousy burning in her eyes. Despite the pain, Daphne smiled, she loved that she could have this kind of effect over the powerful French.
"I think you know pretty well what I'm doing miss Delacour…"
"Buy why… you know you don't stand a chance!"
"If you really think that, you don't know him at all. Tell me, princess, what will happen when the tournament is over and you go back to France? When all you can do is send him letters?"
Daphne watched as the Veela's rage expression fear.
"I will tell you what will happen…" Daphne continued. "I will be here, at his side, fighting, loving, and giving him support. It is you, princess, who don't stand a chance."
Fleur let her arm go with a groan.
"We will see… Greengrass." Fleur said, before walking away. Daphne sighed in relief, the witch knew she was no match for the powerwise, but she was smarter. Sometimes Daphne even considered if it was worth the trouble.
But, the moment she opened the doors and Harry smiled at her, she knew it was all worth.
Daphne Greengrass woke on her own bed, in the Greengrass estate, totally confused. Little by little, the memories of the ritual came back to her, then her mind drifted to her dream. The witch was sure it was not just a dream, but a memory. A memory from Harry's home world. But this was not Harry's memories, this was the other Daphne's memories. This were her own memories.
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Harry woke from sleep full of confusing dreams and odd memories, and was graced by the pretty sleeping face of Rose right in front of him. They were still embraced, and the vision made the young wizard smile, a thin line of saliva was running from her lips, and Harry though how even though she was drooling, she looked cute.
The young man moved slowly, trying not to wake her up and noticed that both still naked, but clean. No painted runes other than the permanent one right above his semi hard member. It seemed the others had cleaned and laid them on bed after the ritual.
The ritual.
Harry could remember everything from it, and more than that, how different he felt now. It was like the butterflies in his stomach had never gone away, he could feel the others magic running through his core, and it felt delicious. Ist was this how they felt when he shared his magic with them? But Harry also remembered the rest. Their task. Harry pondered if they should tell Andromeda about it, how her theory was totally correct.
The weird thing was that he couldn't remember much from the hours before the ritual. Harry remembered going to Godric's Hollow with Remus, and the grave of Rose's parents, but not much more than that. In his core, he knew something important had happened, something that almost killed him, maybe Remus, Fleur or Iris could help him remember.
After entering the bathroom, Harry looked himself in the mirror, and noticed he needed to shave, realizing he must had been out for more than a day. That also would explain the hard on he was starting to feel, and his building magic. With a sigh, he opened the water, and start working on his face, letting his mind wander over death's prophetic words, about death, but also new life. Then, he thought about the girls, the coven, his new family.
"I sacrifice my blood and magic…" Those words hovered over his head. They had saved him, bringing him back from certain death, and Harry promised he would do anything for those women. Anything.
Harry finished shaving, and look himself in the mirror again, finding his own emerald eyes and a cleaner face, he really didn't understand what those beautiful girls had seem in him, he was just old plain and dorky Harry, with scars and messy hair, he was not tall and muscular like the Neville from this world, or had broad shoulders like Ron. Harry had a more Seeker style body, slick and not so big, and even if be didn't realized, he had the body of a fighter. Then, he looked at the rune in his navel, right above his now rigid member. It was an interesting design, a mixture of protective and sharing runes, he studied it for a while, thinking about how to improve it, or possible applications he could use with it.
Harry's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of laughter in the room. It seemed Rose had awaken.
Harry walker out of the bathroom with a smile,only to see Rose seated on the bed talking happily with Fleur. Rose was naked, with only the sheets covering her hips and legs, and Fleur was wrapped in a soft white silk bathrobe, probably loaned by Melody. They looked beautiful under the warm morning light coming from the window, talking and laughing, and Harry lost himself fora moment at the sight. But when the two girls turned and looked at him, he remembered that this Fleur had never seen him like that, Harry was suddenly very self conscious about his nakedness and specially his very hard prick. The wizard clumsily tried to hide himself and run to the closet.
"Hello Harry…" Rose said with a mischievous grin. "Good to see you are happy to see us…"
"Haha, very funny…" Harry snorted, opening the doors from the closet. He looked for his boxers, sweating, when a soft hand touched his from behind.
"There is no need 'Arry… You like your name like that non?" Fleur whispered in his ear. "You look good just like that." The Veela turned him around and passionately kissed his lips, moving him back to the bed. "I need to properly thank you…" She said seating harry on the bed.
"Thank me?" Harry asked, gasping for air. Rose turned around with hungry eyes, Fleur had always been one of the most beautiful women she had ever knew, and the sight of that goddess kneeling in front of Harry was extremely arousing.
Fleur ran her hands over Harry's chest while she slowly and provocatively knelt in front of his hard, trembling dick, still looking directly in his eyes.
"I need to thank you…" Fleur's hand softly brushed the tip of his dick and harry took a deep breath, her touch was deliciously warm and careful. "For saving Gabby from that awful lake…" Fleur concluded, and grabbed the base of his member, slowly tugging it up and down.
"Wait, what?" Harry said, looking at Fleur.
"I had some enlightening dreams those last nights, mon cher…" The French said in a musical tone, in the same rhythm her hands moved up and down his shaft. "For the first time on my life I'm thankful for not finding a mate Harry… I could never wish for someone better…"
Rose gave them a bright smile, she could feel how happy those words were making Harry, how much it meant for him to hear them from Fleur, and the pleasure he was feeling from the Veela simply touching him was almost too much. The emerald-eyed girl watched in joy as her goddess of a friend lowered her head, letting her luxurious platinum hair run down like a cascade over her shoulders and licked Harry's precum from the tip of his dick with her long, pink tongue, making the wizard moan in pleasure. The sound seemed to only embolden the Veela, who after a few more licks around the head of the member, opened her mouth and swallowed Harry's incredible hard cock.
To her own surprise, Fleur loved everything about the act. Harry's taste, the way his body reacted, the sounds he made, the incredible feeling of power in giving such a powerful wizard this kind of pleasure, and how Rose reacted as well, almost like she was been touched as well. The Veela used her tongue under Harry's dick, making him breath heavy and fast, and Rose moan.
Fleur moved her head up and down slowly, with just the lightest suctioning and a smile, gestured with her finger to Rose, calling her closer. Rose smiled brightly, promptly understanding the idea, and moved to kneel right besides her.
Harry looked on with a silly smile as his other half stood right besides one of his most beloved women, with a hungry expression on her eyes. Fleur moved her head back, sucking deliciously on his hard prick until it was out her mouth, a line a saliva going from her lips to the tip of his cock, and with a sultry smile, present the hard member to Rose, who happily jumped on the chance to swallow Harry's dick. The raven-haired girl sucked on him while Fleur removed her silk robe, torturously slow. Harry was hypnotized by her, the perfect body, the soft curve of her breasts, topped with soft pink nipples and her slender hips with her smooth, bald mound between her silky thighs.
"Hmmm… I think he likes what her sees Fleur…" Rose said, holding Harry's dick.
"I sure do…" Harry said in awe.
"Glad to know harry…" the French witch said before leaning forward and engulfing the head of his cock with her mouth again, while Rose kept holding it. The Veela sucked it for a couple more minutes before Rose got it back to her mouth. Harry was mesmerized by how different, yet delicious, each girl was.
"Let's see how this connection of you two really works…" Fleur said with a grimace, just before starting sensually kissing Rose's neck up until biting her earlobe. Rose moaned in surprise and pleasure, and sucked Harry with even more determination. Fleur then kissed her cheeks and corner of mouth, before kissing Harry's dick coming out of Rose's mouth. Both girls started kissing and sucking Harry's member at the same time, and the wizard was lost in the sensation of bliss.
Rose loved it, not so much the kissing, although they were really nice, but, much more the sensation of sharing and being shared by two of the people she loved most in the world. The girl loved having her older sister in all but blood back, and she never felt so close to Harry as she did now. Now, Rose knew it was true, Harry was her other half, her missing soul, and they will live, love and die together.
"I want you Harry…" Fleur said, while cupping Rose's ass with her hand. "I need you inside me…"
"Me too Harry.." Rose whispered. Almost unable to speak, Harry just nodded.
Taking the lead, like she had done many times in the past for her younger sisters, Fleur held Rose's hand and guide her to the edge of the bed. Harry watched with a grin as the Veela laid the girl on her back at the edge of bed, and spread her legs, giving the wizard a perfect view of her dripping wet slit. Fleur then hovered over her, placing her elbows on the bed on each side of her head, and raising her perfectly shaped ass in the air, positioning her own perfectly bald and wet pussy right above Rose's. Harry delighted himself of the amazing view of the two cunts, and her pink rosebud.
"Come on Harry…" Fleur called. "Don't keep us waiting, please…"
"I would never dream on doing that non Cher…" Harry answered, positioning himself behind them. He held the base of his cock and rubbed the head on the entirety of Fleur's wet slit, touching her clit, and then did the same to Rose, making them moan, then he did in the contrary direction, from Rose to Fleur.
"You tease…" Rose cried with a smile.
"You think so?" Harry said, positioning his dick on her entrance and applying just a little pressure. Rose groaned as he entered her, little by little, filling her insides with his delicious member.
"Fuck! I love this! I love you Harry, that is so good!" Rose screamed as he pushed inside her. Harry didn't answer,but he also loved the sensation of being together with his half again. The wizard moved back and forth a couple times before completely removing his dick from inside Rose, and placing it on Fleur's flower.
"I'm going in Fleur…" Harry said, almost like asking for permission.
"Oui Harry, please…" The eager Veela called.
Harry pressed forward, entering Fleur's amazingly tight pussy, his mind and being invaded by the incredible sensations of pleasure, nostalgia and familiarity. Harry groaned, and started pumping in and out of her. For the Veela, it was the most incredible lover she ever had. Not even Iris could come closer. The way their magic mingle, and how it seemed that his member had the perfect size to touch all the right spots inside her. It was incredible how Harry seemed to know everything she liked, and wanted, even before she did herself. It was so good that she was unable to sustain herself, and buried her face on Rose's neck, her allure so strong that it began to distort the air around them. Rose's moan promoted Harry to exit Fleur and penetrate the raven-haired girl again, making her scream in ecstasy as his dick spread her walls one more time. His other half was always perfect for him, and while Fleur kissed her neck, and Harry fucked her with abandon for a minute, before coming back to Fleur, who groan in pleasure as he entered her again. Harry kept going, until he noticed Rose was getting close to her climax.
With a grin, he decided to teach Fleur and Rose something the Fleur on his world had taught he and Daphne.
Harry exited Fleur, who groaned in protest, while he rubbed his dick over her slit. Harry placed his hand on her lower back, and gently pressed her down, making her lay on top of Rose. The emerald eyed witch was actually quite surprised by how light Fleur felt on top of her, and how warm she felt. Harry pushed Fleur down, until the hips from both girls touched each other. Both girls moaned louder when they clitoris pressed against each other, mixing their fluids with Harry's pre cum, as if a jolt of electricity had run through them, their magic becoming one. Harry smiled she he noticed that the girls were instinctively rocking their hips, pushing their clits against each other. Fleur felt like she was in heaven. That was it, that was what the legends talked about. Love, pleasure, magic. The girl's eyes went wide as she felt Harry placing his big hard dick right between both her slit and Rose's, and slowly push it in. The girls were so wet that the wizard's member slid right in with easy, rubbing against both young women clitoris at the same time. Rose screamed in pleasure and Fleur had to bite the raven girl's neck to suppress her own moan of surprise and massive pleasure.
Harry smiled, and started grinding both girls at the same time, moving his hips in and out, loving the wet sounds their bodies made, the mixture of juices providing enough lubrication so he could move with easy between their warm cores. Rose and Flure couldn't hold much longer, the overwhelming pleasure provided by Harry's touch and magic. Rose came first, screaming and Fleur came right after, overflowing Harry's dick with her Veela juices. The explosion of magic, combined with her allure pushed Harry, who explode between the girls, liberating his warm and thick seed all over their naval and bellies with a loud groan, collapsing at their side, only to be promptly covered by kisses from both girls.
A wave of happiness assaulted them, and, before they knew, all three teens were laughing in bliss.
Unknown to them, almost all other women on the house climaxed at the same time.
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"That's quite the story…" Fleur said one hour later, while they exited the shower. "But it also explains a lot…"
Harry and Rose had expend the last hour telling Fleur about their meet with death and fate. The Veela listened wide eyed, but she herself he lived that she could remember the presence of the entities. As for Rose and Harry, both felt relieved after talking to her, as they need to externalize some of their thoughts, and compare memories. The task ahead seemed incredible hard, but not more than defeat a dark lord, or lady.
Fleur gave Harry a hug, before speaking.
"Can i be truly honest with you?"
"Please, Fleur." Rose said.
"I'm sorry to say, but, other than Daphne… I don't think you should tell about this to anyone else."
"Why?" Harry said with a raised eyebrow.
"Think about it, or better yet, think about our… little family…" Fleur continued. "Ma… I mean, Apolline will try to take control of everything. Bella will try and do something stupid and impulsive, like run into the Dark Lady's lair, I don't know Miss Narcissa enough, so I can't judge, and I don't know if the other girls can handle it right now. Later maybe." Harry and Rose looked at each other, almost like they were talking. " It's really creepy when you two do that… anyway, maybe during the next months, when you are away at Hogwarts, you can evaluate which of the girls you think you can really help. I mean… we don't even know who the Dark Lady really is, or what you have to do to solve all this."
"You've got a point there…" Harry said.
"In the end, the decision is yours, and only yours." Fleur continued. " And no matter what you decide, I will be there by your side."
"Thank you, Fleur…" Rose said, hugging her friend with sincere love.
"No Ro, thank you for let me in and accepting me back." Fleur returned the embrace, and then gave Harry a sensual kiss on the mouth. "And thank you Harry, for saving me yet again. I thought I was dead inside and you lit my flames once again, for that, I will be forever yours, and forever by your side, if you accept me with all I am as your mate…" A tear run down the Veela's cheeks.
Harry tenderly cupped her face with both his hands before saying.
"If you can accept me, I will be forever yours as well…" They kissed again, and Rose could see the beautiful silver glow around them.
The three got up to the main house, only to find out they were the last one, the dinner table full of people, looking at them with bright smiles.
"Fleur!" Gabrielle called and run to hug her sister, who smiled and hugged her back.
"Bonjour my little dove…" The older Veela said. "Missed you too." Fleur said and gave her a warm pick on the lips. Gabrielle them moved to hug and kiss both Harry and Rose, and at that point, they found themselves surrounded by all the smiling teen girls and both emerald eyed teens could feel how deeply connected their magic was now. Harry could felt it specially with Daphne, almost like their magic had became one, and by her grin, he was sure she could feel it as well.
Apolline got up with a big smile and tried to approach them, but Fleur held her hand up, with a hard expression, looking at her mother and the other adults in the room with dark eyes, her allure changing from welcoming to threatening.
"Non…" Fleur said.
"Fleur?" Apolline whispered, with watering eyes. Bella had a worried expression.
"Let me make this really clear, I'm here for Harry and Rose, and nothing more." Fleur said with a cold tone. "Nothing else changed." Fleur turned around to Rose and Harry. "I need to go and talk to Iris, so I can find a way to stay close during the year. Thank you again." The Veela said, before kissing Rose on the corner of her mouth and giving Harry a full tongue kiss.
Everyone watched in silence as she walked to fireplace and disappeared in the flames.
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Hermione was seated on one of the tables in the darker corner of the three broomsticks, nervously looking around, hoping no one would recognize her, or that any of her school colleagues would enter through the doors. The girl was astonished with her own courage about doing this, but she was a Gryffindor after all.
A pretty blond girl around her age, with short hair and really well dressed entered the establishment, making Hermione look in her direction. The bushy haired girl thought about how beautiful the girl looked, and imagined herself kissing her lips with a smile. Strangely, the girl seemed familiar. Hermione forced her mind, thinking about who the girl reminded her. Suddenly, it came, she looked like Narcissa Malfoy.
"Holy shit! It's true!" Hermione whispered to herself, right when Draco saw her.
The pretty blond girl's face became a mask of spite as she made her way until Hermione, who couldn't look away from the now female Pureblood.
"What are you looking at Granger?" Draco spit. "Are you surprised that even as a girl I look way better than you?"
Any admiration Hermione could have for the newly girl's heart evaporated after that, while Draco sat in front of her.
"Fuck you Malfoy. I'm more a woman than you can ever be!"
"Yeah, running around that Potter whore, how many times did she turned you down?." Draco had a infuriating grin, and Hermione had to take a deep breath not to punch her again.
"Whatever Malfoy… I'm not here for those kinds of petty discussions. Did you bring it?"
Draco looked to one side to another, and them removed a long, thin box from her robes.
"Here it is… just like you asked."
Hermione reached for the package with eager hands.
"Damn… you must really hate them…" Draco smiled. "I'm liking this new side of you Granger. You're still a know it all bitch and a Mudblood, but I'm liking it."
Hermione glared at her.
"You agreed to help just to keep insulting me?"
The expression on the blond girl's face hardened. Memories from the night in Godric's Hollow coming back.
"They killed my father. He was a monster, and I hate him now, but he was still my father. That is just some coming back." The witch said before getting up. "Have fun, bitch."
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Harry was really apprehensive and wanting to go after Apolline, who had run out of the house after Fleur left, but Andromeda held him and Rose with barrage of diagnostic spells, from their head to toes.
Andromeda herself was astonished by the results. Before the ritual, Harry was nearly magically dead, his core emptying in a frightening speed, but right now, both him and Rose cores were stronger than never. It was almost like their core had feed of the coven members magic, just like they did before with his. And somewhat, it had bleed into Rose's own magic. It wouldn't be long until she was as strong as Harry. Even the color of their cores had changed, becoming a mixture of the cores from all the girls. The healer had seem similar results in the other girls from the Inner Circle, to a much lesser extent as well.
Right now, Harry's magic was behaving normally. Normally for Harry, converting residual and ambient magic to pure energy for his core, but in a even faster rating.
"Well… I guess that's one of the unexpected results from the modified ritual…" Andromeda said more to herself.
"What it is now?" Harry said in tired voice.
"It seems your magic likes to be fed as much as to feed. You may need to… release it more often…"
"More girls?" Rose asked.
"No, I don't think so. Other than the ones needed to balance the coven, with the runes, it must be okay for now on."
Both Harry and Rose sighed in relief.
"There may be other side effects that we don't know about, so, if any of you feel something, please let me know."
"Don't worry auntie… we will"
"Is there anything else you want to say? Anything that happened while you were out?"
Rose and Harry looked at each other, and Andromeda had the clear impression they were somehow communicating.
"We are still sorting things out aunt Andy…" Rose said. "But, as soon as we understand things, we will tell you…"
Andromeda gave them a inquisitive look, but shoved it aside.
"Ok, I will trust you of course. Please, go easy on the next few days. You are still under the effect of the ritual, ok?"
"Sure thing Miss Andromeda. Can we go talk with Apolline now?" Harry asked.
Andromeda nodded, and watched the teens getting out, thinking about the last days.
Apolline was sitting on the pools edge, with her feet on the water. Harry had noticed that this was something she used to do every time she was upset, or in need to think, and right now, he suspected she was both.
Both Harry and Rose were not looking forward to this conversation. Fleur had been hard, but they were not sure she was wrong in the end.
The Veela was looking away, in the direction of the woods and the remaining of the big campfire from the ritual, and both teens could see the light reflected on the tears running down her face.
Harry looked at Rose and took a deep breath.
"Apolline?" The young wizard called.
To their surprise, it was not a sad face that turned around and looked at them. Apolline had teary eyes, but a bright smile on her face. The French witch quickly strode up and embraced both Harry and Rose in her arms, crying copiously.
"You did it!" Apolline said in between sobs. "You said you would and you did, you bring her back, you bring my flower back!"
Harry looked confused at Rose, who just shrugged and hugged Apolline back.
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The bell above the door of the small library in Melbourne rang with a soft sound for the first time that morning. The owner looked from amidst the shelves, he was a middle aged man, with a heavy moustache and glasses. The man saw a girl on her late teens. Her curvy brown hair was like a mane around her head, the as her eyes. She was dressed modestly, in a jeans and a blouse, and yet it was obvious she had a generous bust size, and yet, it looked balanced on her figure.
"Hey, welcome back girl!" The man said. "I thought you would only be back tomorrow."
"You know me Henry…" The girl answered, and started collecting books to help her boss. "You know I can't stay idle. I get crazy!" She laughed, and started placing the books on the shelves.
"So, did you found what you were looking for girl?" Henry asked, looking at the busty girl with fatherly eyes. Henry really liked her, the girl loved alone a couple blocks from the store, and loved books, and he could swear he never meet anyone so intelligent in all his life. The girl had arrived a couple years before, from Britain, and Henry knew she was looking for something. But she never told him what.
"Oh Henry… the outback was beautiful, and the people I met.. wow…" The pretty girl said, placing another book on the right place. "They were so wise… and loving. It was the experience of a lifetime." The girl took a deep breath.
"But you didn't found what you were looking for…" Henry said, with a sad smile. The girl just smiled back. "Don't worry, I'm sure a smart girl like you will soon find It, I was just a little sad that day."
"And why is that?"
""Because it will be the day you left gal."
The girl smiled and went back to work.
"By the way, your weird packages are in the office, you can go check on them, as you shouldn't be back to work until tomorrow."
"Oh, that is great! Thank you!" The young woman said, walking in the direction of the back of the store. "And Henry, really, thanks for receiving them for me!"
"I like owls!" Was all the older man said, before vanishing into the shelves.
The office, if you could call it that, was a small square room, filed with books all the way to the ceiling, really old books, with yellowed pages. It reminded the girl of her old house, her parents loved books as much as her. The first memories she had from infancy was flicking through pages of bright colored children books, or her parents stopping everything, even arguments, if a pile of books fell off.
Somewhat under the tons of paper and leather, she knew there was a table, with important documents on its drawers, and maybe a chair, she was not sure.
But that was not what she was looking for. Over one of the books, she saw the pile of brown envelopes, wrapped with linen, around 15 of them. It seemed Henry had arranged them in chronological order, great!
She opened the oldest one, and the the words "The Daily Prophet" written in shining ink, and started reading about the election propositions, which she found funny. Amelia Bones and Iris Ovidios were the main runners. She skipped both the sports and social sections, and moved to the next one. Even this far away, she felt the need to stay on par of the happenings. Even if the prophet was not the most reliable of the sources.
After a couple of issues, she saw the news from the attack to the ministry, and her eyes went wide. There were two pictures, one showing Bellatrix Black along with Susan Bones and iris Ovidios after the attack, a little bruised. But that was not the photo who caught her attention. There was one other, shaken, during the attack, showing who she could see it was Fleur Delacour and a boy, no, a man, fighting.
She broke into a cold sweat, her mouth became instantly dry and her eyes wide. The woman would recognize that fighting style anywhere. Quickly, with her heart beating like a drum in the punk songs she liked so much here, she read the article.
"The engagement of Susan Bones and Harry Potter…" The woman read the line again, and again. Could it be true? Was it even possible? Susan Bones?
Breathing fast, she got up, sending a pile of books to the ground, before leaving the office in a hurry, tears coming to her eyes. She needed to run, she needed to see it.
"Hey, is everything ok?" Henry called as she run. "Hey, where are you going, hey Granger!" But it was too late, Hermione Granger had already run through the door, letting the little bell ringing.
"Well, guess she found it…" Henry said, looking at the door.
