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Warning(s): Slash, OC's, dry humour, Dumbledore Bashing, Good Magical Petunia, Vernon Bashing, Good Magical Dudley, Seer Luna, Rune worker Harry, Powerful Magic Ron, Powerful Magic Hermione, Earth Element Neville, and exceptionally cute Justin Finch-Fletchly, Cunning Slytherins (with exception for all Slytherins but Blaise, Daphne, Tracey, Snape, and Goyle), Stupid Crabbe, Studious Draco. Mentions of Mental Trauma and Near Rape through enchantment inside. Read With Caution. In Hallow We Trust!
And Now to the Sequel of Making Them All Pay:
A Warder's Summer: The Summer Before Fourth Year (UNEDITED)
It was a warm summer day, not that Harry Potter would know yet. He was busy inside his room/runes laboratory, as his aunt and now he, called it. Often times he would be creating extremely complicated enchantments in a competition he and his aunt were having, his cousin Dudley having the self-preservation to stay out of their way and simply create his enchanted robes. Last Harry knew Dudley's robes had been commissioned by the aurors who were quite unaware that the boy who was enchanting the objects they wore guardedly was less than fifteen and would have been considered a squib by their superiors. At that thought even their superiors didn't know, as each person in the household wore glamours when selling their more profitable items. Digressing to the competition, it had taken most of the time that week to build the most complicated and powerful enchantment. He had, of course, gone to the beach with his friends twice during the summer and later that day he would go with Petunia to Diagon Alley to finish a business deal. Apparently fifty disguise rings were needed by the aurors, and on the down low of the deal more than a few enchantments for personal life. It was all being paid for by the ministry, which was rather disconcerting where Harry was concerned. He was used to the stupidity of his classmates, but not of the government itself, nor was he quite comfortable with its blatant corruption.
"Harry," said a familiar voice from the door, "are you done yet? Its time for your appointment with the mind healer, and then the disguise ring deals with the aurors." His Aunt Petunia was standing in the door way, a soft and sad smile gracing her features.
"Almost Aunt Petunia," Harry said, even though she had been trying to get him to simply use her name, "I just have a few more runes to carve and then it'll be ready for charging." He smiled at his device, his MageScope. It was designed to check power levels of all those who were in a fifty foot radius. It was attached to a notebook, yet another plain black one, that was on his desk. It wrote down names, magic level, and couldn't be fooled by poly-juice potions. He assumed that he could sell it to shopkeepers with a healthy note of self-preservation.
"Okay," Petunia said her smile softening further, "be careful with that though. I wouldn't want the Ministry to find out what you were making, just so that they could declare it illegal. We all know the Pure-bloods would be weaker than muggleborns." The smile Harry showed lifted her spirits slightly as she continued, "Sirius said he would come by with the others in a week. The magical sections of America he wanted to show you are apparently very extensive so it's best to start early."
"Thank you for allowing me to go Aunt Petunia," Harry said as he finished carving in the last rune of the array, "Done. Who knew carving in silver was so hard?"
"I asked the same question to Remus Lupin the other day... He asked me to move the silver away slowly before I remembered he was a werewolf. Such a silly yet completely understandable thing to forget, after all he doesn't act like many werewolves you meet in Diagon or the occasionally trip to Knock-turn," Petunia said, causing Harry to look at her with an amused expression.
"Yes, because forgetting someone is a werewolf is such an easy thing to do," He dead-panned, schooling his features into a neutral mask. After the sentence he smiled and mentioned, "I have a ring for Remus anyway. Sirius asked if there would be a way to stop the transformation through enchantment and I believe I've got it. It will deflect the magical properties of the full moon by absorbing the magic emitted. I just need a victim... I mean test subject."
"Let's hurry up," Petunia said smiling at her nephews first slip with those words, "Clean up the lab and we have to go now. I'll use my Permanent Versatile Port-Key. We should get there in ten seconds." Grabbing a hold of Harry's arm she said the activation phrase, "Mental Clinic, the Corners of Diagon and Vertigo Alley," and they were off. A flash of light and a familiar pull on his naval were the only signs of conventional port-key travel.
'I'm going to have to grill her on how she makes her port-key's so tame,' Harry decided, having taken a port-key from the house to a magical beach in Italy earlier that summer, 'I barely felt that one and there was definitely no vomiting afterwards.' As the duo walked into the office Harry was struck by the sight of Oliver Wood, and realised that this was indeed one of the days they would be doing the counselling together. "Hi Ollie," Harry said lightly, "How are you?"
"OH... Harry.." Oliver stuttered, frightened by the sudden appearance of his victim, "I... I'm fine." The words and the tone not matching, Harry frowned slightly.
"You're obviously not fine," said Petunia beating the emerald eyed genius to the punch, "Otherwise I wouldn't notice your stutter, and the obvious sweat upon your brow... It is at least obvious to me that you need some comfort."
"Potter and Wood. The Doctor will see you now." A medical aide said, poking her head through the door. The two teens, one rather embarrassed and the other near hyperventilation, walked quietly to the door. The boy with emerald eyes calming himself with a cheering charm stepped into the hallway, the brown haired Oliver Wood stepped in after him and softly shut the door. "Right this way please," the aide, a young blonde girl, said. She led the two through the halls, winding up stairs until she found a small door that read 'Dr. Nick Flannel', "They're here doctor," she said as she knocked on the door.
"Ah yes," he said smiling, "Harry Potter and Oliver Wood. You are early." The door opened and Harry and Oliver saw the first glimpse of the man they would be meeting with while together. He had black and grey hair with sea green eyes, a grin seemed etched into his features as well as laugh lines. He was handsome, in a distinguished way. A rail thin body that was covered in a seemingly silk suit, one that meant that this man had a lot of money and no worries about it. Harry wasn't sure but he felt as though he had seen this man before. Oliver was simply stunned that a man so good looking would be a doctor.
"Hello Doctor," Harry said softly, Oliver repeating him seconds later.
"Now, why don't you two step into my office. Very good, now what seems to be the problem here?" The distinguished gentleman said with a smile as they walked into the spacious office with purple walls and potted plants. Harry sat on a small wooden chair while Oliver sat in a slightly larger chair, "excuse the poor taste in furniture please. I just started and haven't gotten around to getting new chairs yet."
"Well Doctor," Oliver said, "I guess it all started when I attempted to rape Harry, of no fault of my own."
"I see. Can you explain how it wasn't your fault?" Dr. Flannel asked the brown eyed, brunette boy.
"I was enchanted. One of Harry's friends had attempted to create an object that would lead to Harry's true love. It blew up and the enchantment ran wild, affecting everyone who was connected to Harry in various ways. It acted as an extreme lust and compulsion according to Professor Babbling," Oliver Wood explained with a pained expression upon his face, as though he was hurt by the mere thought of the enchantments, "The problem is, even if I know logically it wasn't my fault I still wake up at night from nightmares of what happened."
"I see, quite like sufferers of the Imperius curse you don't accept that there isn't anything you could have done," Nick Flannel muttered, "We will need to talk this through with Harry then. Now Mr. Potter, why are you here?"
"I am reliant on a form of celestial cheering charm. Without it I get jumpy, angry and depressed because I should have been able to stop him..." Harry trailed off and got a saddened look into his eyes, "I should have seen it coming."
"Are you a seer?"
"No," Harry replied sullenly, "but I could have made something to see into the future with."
"But you would have had to know it was needed to need to create something like that, correct?"
"Well, yeah but..."
"No, no buts, just think on it. Don't defend or rationalise to me right now, just think on it," Flannel said to the emerald eyed boy on the brink of a breakdown.
"Harry... I'm older than you. I should have been able to stop myself," Oliver said.
The incredulous look from the doctor made him think twice about his statement. "You should have been able to stop yourself, when you were enchanted and not in control of your body?" The disbelieving doctor questioned the Quidditch Fanatic, "When more powerful and intelligent wizards would have fallen, you should have been able to stop it? Do you believe you're god, or superman while we entertain these delusions of grandeur?"
"Well, no I don't think I am god or superman, but I've heard of people breaking enchantments through willpower," Oliver said softly, "I should have been able to do so."
"You are a seventeen year old man, barely an adult. It's quite likely that even those trained to break enchantments, if they were your age, wouldn't be able to. Lust enchantments work on hormones, which are chemicals in the brain which cause you to react. If they had been your age, or even eighteen, they would have failed because they wouldn't be able to fight the hormones," The mind healer/ psychologist informed the boy, "Hell, I would have failed too. Gods know that even people my advanced age are susceptible to the weakness of the human flesh."
"So you are Nicholas Flamel?" Harry asked, causing Oliver to look at the boy with disbelief.
"Yes, yes I am," Flannel, now known to be Flamel said smiling, "Perenelle and I thank you for trying to save our stone, but we never did give it up. Unfortunately, for Albus, we didn't trust Albus with it so we gave him a fake stone. It would have made him lemon drops if he had tried to use it, but we needed to appear to be dying, thus my fake name and return to the profession of mental healing. It's been around for over three hundred years and we are still needing to learn new things here in the wizarding world. I just needed to take up a new alias; you wouldn't believe what the Wizarding World will believe, add a letter to your name and no one will figure it out."
Harry started softly laughing as Oliver simply sat there gaping at one of the most famous men in history. "By heaven, I met Nicholas Flamel. The most powerful Alchemist there ever was," Oliver said nearly silently.
"Dumbledore really doesn't know?" asked the black haired boy wonder, "That you used a false philosopher's stone?"
"No, he wouldn't have ever guessed. It had nearly the same properties, except for the lemon drop part. It made water into lemon drops and metal into pink sapphires," Nicholas explained to the mystified teen, "No one in the wizarding world will touch a pink sapphire, it's too muggle for them."
"A pink sapphire is too muggle for them? Pink? Seriously?" Harry asked the two pure-bloods who were looking at him oddly, "Natural sapphires are blue, pink sapphires don't occur in nature."
"And Muggles made those through science," Flamel pointed out to the boy while Oliver nodded, "and they don't hold magic well enough," as added as an afterthought. "Now we didn't come here to discuss my stone or magical properties of muggle items. We came to talk about your mental state."
"Well," Harry said, "We can do that. I feel like shit without the celestial help. What about you Oliver?"
"I am currently under three variations of cheering charm and I still feel like shit," Oliver admitted, "I keep having dreams about you and waking up screaming. I hate myself so much."
"Keep it going boys. Speak to each other about how you feel."
"I hated Hermione for all of ten minutes. I hated you for ten minutes as well. I hated myself for my body reacting to it," Harry said, "I hated myself because when I wake up from dreams of it, I'm always aroused. I didn't want it, but my body did."
"It's perfectly normal for your body to react to something like that," Nicholas commented, "It's a biological imperative."
"You hate yourself? My body reacted too, even if it was because of enchantment at first biological instinct kicked in soon enough," Oliver admitted, "I couldn't stop but my body was enjoying itself." A tear escaped his eye, "I wish I could have stopped. I am sorry Harry."
"It's fine Oliver. It was an enchantment," Harry comforted, "I'm fine, and my body enjoyed it too. We were both victims of an enchantment."
"That is wonderful for you to realise," Nicholas said, "enchantments are powerful and dangerous things. Use them with caution. Now your time is up for this week. I expect you back next week at the same time."
"Okay Mr. Flamel," the two said dourly as the got up from their chairs, "have a good week."
"I will. Stay safe boys, until next time." The two exited the office of Mr. Nicholas Flamel. Harry waved goodbye to the older boy as he walked over to his aunt who was waiting for him with a small, sad smile. She held out a familiar ring to her nephew. Putting on a similar one her appearance wavered into that of her brunnette haired and grey eyed alias, Emily Witherwings. Putting on his own he assumed his guise as Joseph Turner the blonde nephew of the illustrious witch, Emily.
"Do you ever think we will be able to go out as we truly are to sell items?" Harry asked his aunt as he sighed in a melancholic fashion, "I mean, we are the best. They wouldn't stop buying from us just because of blood would they?"
"Yeah, they probably would at this time," Petunia replied, making sure their privacy and notice me not functions were properly working. Satisfied that they were, as no one had made a fuss about the changes to the duo yet, she held out her arm. As Harry, now Joseph, took her arm she activated Permanent Versatile Port-Key. With a tug on his naval and a flash they suddenly appeared in Diagon Alley, in a store-front that was rented by Petunia for the purpose of appointments with clients. As they appeared, ten minutes early for the appointment, Harry noticed a dark shape waiting outside the window of the shop.
"Looks like they came early," Harry mentioned to his aunt, who was also looking at the dark shape, "Perhaps they are trying to look through the windows to see who we truly are?" Harry and his aunt had warded the shop to be unnoticeable to the eye. People looking in would see only the shop as it was. A small room, painted blue with a desk. They wouldn't see anyone of the people inside it and would find it hard later to remember what they had been doing in the first place.. No items were on display as they didn't have a big enough fan-base for their products.
"I hope they aren't using one of those magical eyes... the last thing we need is someone getting a headache and blaming us for it," Petunia commented wearily, "especially if it was someone higher up."
Having had previous dealings with the aurors had allowed the duo to recognise that the aurors, and more importantly their head auror, were often at odds with what Amelia Bones wanted them to do. Not only that but they were often at odds with Amelia herself. The only reason they listened to her was the knowledge that she could and would take any of them down without breaking a sweat if they dared disobey. Currently they wanted the duo's secrets on their enchantments, but wouldn't ever get them. They were all enchanted to never reveal the runes used. If someone tried to get the runes, the object would blow up in a spectacular way which was why they had to sign a disclaimer on all items they bought. Luckily Harry and Petunia had Griphook write up the magically binding disclaimer, that the client wouldn't know that it was magically binding until after they signed it wasn't against the law. The duo had made sure of it by asking Griphook and Amelia when they were together. That and it was in the disclaimer that they wouldn't be arrested for making them sign the disclaimer to gain their merchandise. Lovely little subsection that no one would ever read or remember until it was too late.
"Better let them in to sign the papers now," Harry said pleasantly. He opened to door to reveal Alastor 'Mad-eye' Moody, Kingsley 'Good Evening' Shacklebolt, Nypmhadora 'Just Tonks' Tonks looking into the window with Mad-eye rubbing his forehead in a pained motion. "Headache?" He asked the 'retired' auror, "We get that a lot with conflicting magics." They walked into the shop and Harry closed the door.
Oh Gods, not Mad-eye. Hehehe I always liked the controversial nature of Mad-eyes magical eye. Please Read and Review