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This story is already up on under a different pen name. I am the same author but I kinda forgot the email address I used to start the other account. I know I'm an idiot but I had created a new email address so I could use it solely for my stories on and not have it swamp my personal email. I didn't try to reaccess my account until after the new year and by then I had forgotten. Angry at myself I stopped writing and forgot about the story then I wandered across it a few days ago and decided to rewrite it under a different pen name. So in essence I screwed up and am now trying to fix it.
On with the story.
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Harry Potter was not by any stretch of the imagination normal. He was 16 going on 17 and for the last five years had been attending a school that taught sorcery to young wizards and witches. He was also one of the best seekers to ever attend said school.
That was all paled by the fact that he survived a killing curse from one of the most evil wizards to ever walk the planet at the age of one. He also managed to continue to evade death and dismemberment by said wizard his entire life.
That being said the situation he now found himself in dwarfed all of that in comparison.
Harry awoke feeling strangely satisfied. He could not remember the last time he slept so well without a nightmare that he didn't want to open his eyes just lie in his bed until someone came to get him out… hopefully sometime around noon. Then all of a sudden he became very aware of something leaning on his chest, slowly his sleep addled mind realized that he was not alone. Slowly he opened his emerald green eyes to find two equally mesmerizing azure eyes staring into his own.
His eyes widened and his breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight before him. A beautiful porcelain face more perfect than any artist could ever capture holding a dazzling smile full of pearly white teeth framed by slightly moussed honey blond hair. He looked down to find a perfect female body only half covered by bedsheets. His brain shut down as he gazed at the vision in front of him.
"Good morning Master, you were wonderful last night."
"...I was?" he answered distractedly still staring at the contours of her body barely hidden by the sheets.
"Yes very."
At this moment Harry's mind was slowly starting to realize what was going on though it was slowed by nubile women clinging to his nude form…his mind stuck on that word slowly he made a connection and all the sleep induced haze seemed to disappear. After his mind made that connection he suddenly realized who was laying on his chest staring into his eyes. He suddenly yelped and jumped out of the bed... or tried to but as soon as he left the bed his legs still wrapped in the sheets refused to coordinate with the rest of his body and he ended up a tangled mess on the floor next to the bed.
"Master are you alright?" Fluer Delacour asked worriedly.
"Oh my god what the hell have I done? What happened?"
"We bonded last night," she responded in a cheery tone
"What do you mean bonded?" he asked suddenly finding it very hard to draw breath.
Unfortunately the conversation was cut short as a sharp knock sounded from the door. Harry's heart raced as he realized that whoever was at the door was not going to be pleased at what was on the other side. Unfortunately before he could formulate an escape plan the door handle turned and was pushed open.
"Fleur dear it is time to start getting r..." was all Mrs. Weasley could say before she noticed the occupants of the room and their current state of undress.
Nothing moved as the Weasley matriarch looked first to the half naked girl on the bed and then to the wizard wrapped in a blanket on the floor. For the longest 10 seconds of Harry's life as the three people in the room just stared at each other completely at a loss for words. Finally Mrs. Weasly ended the three way staring match in the most practical way she could think of, she let out a loud shrill scream before fainting dead away.
Suddenly Harry found himself with several more moments to come up with an escape plan. His mind only got as far as wishing the ground would split open and swallow him whole before several distinct footsteps could be heard heading towards the room. Everyone in the house had heard the scream and ran to the source like moths to a flame.
Harry could only sit helplessly as several redheads entered the room only to stare at the display before them.
The three Weasleys seemed confused at first before realization set in and almost as one their expressions changed from worry and confusion to anger and loathing.
Ron and Ginny both had a matching jealous glint in there eyes seeing their crushes in such a compromising situation. Bill being the oldest and most mature person there reacted calmly and coolly by pulling out his wand and pointing it at Harry with a crazed mad look about him. His wand waving sparadocally as he started to cast a spell.
Suddenly Harry's mind went blank and a strong need for his wand overcame him, suddenly he felt the familiar sensation flow up his arm and spread throughout his body as his wand settled into his hand. Not even pausing to think on how such a strange event occurred he raised his arm and held his wand in front of him.
The enraged weasly stabbed his wand forward and a dark violet curse shot out of the tip. Again acting on instinct Harry quickly cast the protego charm hoping it would stop the nasty looking hex. Instead of the thin murky blue shield that his spell usually produced his wand released a brilliant blue barrier shot up between him and the spell. The curse splashed against the shield like a glass of water across the bow of a ship.
Insenced by how easily his spell was stopped Bill shot off two more in quick succession hoping to overpower the shield but had the same effect. Not one to give up so easily the maddened wizard let out a menacing snarl as he lounged at Harry intent on strangling the life out of the raven haired teen.
Harry quickly snapped off a stunning spell at the wizard attempting to end his life. His stunner much like his shield shone brighter and with much more clarity than any he had cast before. His attacker who had reacted on anger was caught unprepared by the spell and fell to the floor heavily. His gaze shifted from the downed wizard to the two Weasly's left still conscious.
As their faces again gone dead with shock stared back at him all Harry could think was how much he didn't want to be there. His mind rapidly thought of places he could stay at and an image of the Leaky Cauldron popped into his head.
Suddenly he felt the the air around him compress and felt the unpleasantly familiar sensation of being squeezed through a rubber hose. With a soft pop he realized he was no longer at the burrow but in front of a familiar pub.
Looking up at the inn a gentle breeze blew passed him reminding him of the fact that he was dressed only in the sheets still tangled around his legs.
Harry briefly wondered whatever deity or higher power he had pissed off.
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If this story seemed really familiar to you and you don't know why then read the author's note at the beginning of the chapter.
I apologize again to those who really liked my story. I know have my new email address taped to the wall above my computer.