The Binding of Fates: Metus Obscuritatis
Chapter Four
Like A Virgin
Saturday before lunch Neville was standing on the rear balcony at Longleat Manor. He was looking at the pristine maze hedge and pool in the back yard of his home.
A tall, angular gentleman dressed in house livery opened the balcony door. Perched upon his fingertips was a silver tray with an opened letter.
"Master Neville, Mr. Thomas and Mr. Turner are finished with the tethering spells," Head Butler Albert Stewart said. The courtyard poolside was being decorated for his first ever birthday party. "Mistress Alexandria and Mistress Shea are pleased with my men's preparation. And how are we, my boy?"
"Good. Nervous," Neville said, turning. Neville was dressed in a comfortable house robe, with fuzzy dog slippers on his feet. "Anybody else coming? Any last minute guests?"
"Lord Sirius Black has requested a few extras," Albert Stewart offered Neville a letter. "Mr. Reagan Fairweather and three of his acquaintances to provide an extra level of security for the event. Aloysius Harding, Terrence Vance and Gerald Godwin have been added to the list of security staff. Lord Sirius Black said that his family would provide payment for their services. And Miss Nymphadora Tonks, a young Auror, has also confirmed her attendance. So far, forty seven youngsters, thirty one adults, and four extra security staff."
Neville read the official letter from House Black. "Gerald Godwin? Isn't his father seat of-"
"Newcastle upon Tyne's Wizengamot seat? Yes, he is the son of Lord Gerald Godwin III."
"His son is into clan work?" Neville asked. Jon's family had clout! "Won't Gran be concerned about him?"
"He is an adult, and what he does with his life, is his to decide. Madame Longbottom has no say," Albert Stewart said. "Leave these matters to your grandmother and I. Are you happy about the invitee list?"
"Yeah," Neville said. "I hope it's going to be okay."
"Longleat Manor has hosted Kings, Emperors and Sheiks. Your birthday party is nothing to worry about, my boy."
Neville smiled. "Okay," he said. He regarded the main entertainment area directly below him. "I hope nobody decides to jump in the pool."
Head Butler Albert Stewart smiled. "Have no fear, even if it does happen, we are prepared. Come now, lunch is ready. And after that, it will be time for your haircut."
Neville ran his fingers through his hair. It was quite long, reaching his collar.
"Nah, leave it," Neville said, feeling rebellious. He spotted his secret crush, Shea Carrow from Slytherin talking with Alexandria, Timothy Turner and Dean Thomas. She was older than him, heading into sixth year. Amazing how that night of hanging out with Jon and Harry (and a few drinks) could change things. "What we can do is take another look at my outfit."
"Bye- bye," Harry said to his Aunt and Uncle the evening of his birthday. There was no recognition that today was different from any other where his relatives were concerned. Truth be told, he didn't care anymore.
"Bye?" his aunt said, getting up from her knitting seat. Vernon put down his book and turned in his chair.
"Yes. I have spent the required time here to ensure your safety. Enjoy the rest of the year." Harry walked out the door, the sheathed Hallow Blade in his hand.
Both adults were dumbfounded.
"Wait one minute," Uncle Vernon said as he followed Harry outside.
"Yes?" Harry said, turning.
"You mean to say that we won't see you again until next year?" Vernon asked hopefully.
"Correct."
"And how are you leaving, boy?" Petunia sneered. "You are too young to do that disappearing trick, aren't you?"
"Yes, that is also technically true," he said. That wasn't magically true, he was nineteen today. Legally, he was only thirteen. He could apparate, but he didn't want to create unnecessary issues with the Ministry of magical transport and the ICOP.
"Where's your taxi then?" Petunia continued. Dudley poked his head out the door, watching on.
Harry looked around. The street was deserted. He levitated a few feet off the square stones of the walk path. The Dursley family gasped in unison.
Harry opened his palms to the air, serenely looking at the horizon. He grinned down at them.
"All the vehicles of this world are nothing but the futile search for human wings. Why call a taxi, when one can fly?" The gust of his departure made his aunt's hair whip around her face.
Harry activated the Onyx armor and blended into the darkness of the night. Within minutes of flying westwards he was in sight of Longleat Manor. Harry dived and felt a violent shocking sensation. Perplexed, he turned back and landed on the lonely road running through the woods surrounding the estate. With hand outstretched he walked towards the boundary of the invisible security ward.
When he sensed the barrier, he stopped.
So this is what it felt like to be a Death Eater outside Grimmauld Place.
The manor itself was hidden from view this far away.
It was after seven o'clock. Dinner would be served promptly at half past seven. He saw a fallen log at the side of the road. He sat down on it for a few minutes, assessing the situation. He didn't know what to do.
"CV, come in!" he said into his communication badge. Nothing. Running through each of the Crows' code names was futile. Frustrated, he opened communications with the helicopter. "CV Black Angel One, can you hear me?"
To his surprise, an automated voice responded. "Loud and clear, Lord Dragonslayer."
The voice had a female robotic Russian accent. It reminded him of a Bond girl who worked for the enemy.
"You can talk?" Harry said.
"Lady Valerian's magic is running through my central processing unit. I am using the radio frequency 120.13 to respond."
Harry once again reaffirmed that magic was brilliant. He was talking to a Hind helicopter on his birthday.
"So talk to me. What can you tell me? What do you know?" Harry said, very much intrigued.
"I know many things. Forefront in my short term memory are mission logs, mechanical and environmental diagnostics, and my crew. Black Angel One is an extension of Lady Valerian's ability, a co-pilot, if you will."
"Do you know anything about magical warding?" Harry asked.
The semi-sentient helicopter was quiet for a few seconds. "Negative."
Harry thought for a few seconds.
"Do you know where Lady Valerian is?" Harry asked hopefully.
"She is exactly 2470 metres north north west of your position at elevation 120 metres above sea level. 51.1858° N, 2.2743° W latitude and longitude."
"That seems awfully precise. So, do you know where I am as well?"
"Yes. I do, because of your badge."
"And the rest of the Crows?"
"Negative. They are not equipped with the communication badges-"
"Okay okay. Can you help me penetrate the security ward?" Harry asked.
"Negative. Lady Valerian's tethering magic allows me an autopilot of only two kilometers."
"Is there anything you can do to help?" Harry asked, frustrated. He tossed a stone in anger at the boundary of the ward. To add insult to injury, the stone bounced on the roadway and rolled forward, mocking him. He couldn't attend his own bloody birthday party.
"Something is blocking you from entering. I suggest you ask someone for help."
"Isn't that what I am doing?" Harry said, getting angrier.
"Someone as in another wizard? A friend you may be able to contact?" Black Angel One said.
"But that's just it! Nobody is answering!"
"Roderick Hallow, you are a very powerful wizard. Surely you can contact someone else."
"My name is Harry, and no, I don't have minions, if that's what- ...Wait! That's brilliant! I sorta do have a minion!" Harry said.
"Contact your minion, Roderick Hallow."
Harry closed his eyes.
Penelope
Penelope!
PENELOPE!
Dinner was scheduled to be served ten minutes ago. All of the guests had arrived and were congregated in the general vicinity of the massive patio bar. Three glass paned double doors opened to a view of the beautifully decorated back yard which served as the main dancing and stage area. Finger foods were spread out on servant trays at the appetizer bar. Waitresses served Alcoholic and non alcoholic beverages to the adults on elegant trays, while appropriate drinks were offered to the young ones at the bar itself.
Most of the second year students at Hogwarts, save a few select Slytherins, were present. The Gryffindor quidditch team, a couple of Neville's cousins and other acquaintances from school were also in attendance. Many of the younger children came with their parents. Tonks was hanging out in the yard with her best friend, Sarah Clearwater, by the smoking section, where Sirius was currently enjoying his pipe. Eleanor Potage was socializing with Augusta Longbottom and some of the other well to do adults inside.
Even so, once every couple minutes she made eye contact with Sirius Black, a secretive smile on her face.
Sirius would subtly tip his drink when their eyes met.
A virtual divide between the young ones and adults was apparent. The youth were dispersing out unto the lawn, while the adults were mainly enjoying themselves closer to the sitting room. In the middle of them all, right in the heart of the patio, were Harry's closest friends.
They were getting worried.
"Where is Harry?" Valerian asked Jon. She was wearing a royal blue dress with a fashionable half cape and a witch's tiara. She had on high heeled boots to match. Valerian checked her diamond embedded watch, a family heirloom that Ollivander offered her as a gift. She radiated beauty, and physical presence.
"I thought he would come directly here, his aunt's place is relatively a short distance away. It is peculiar," Jon said. He looked dapper in a black four piece suit with a flat cap. A few seconds later a concerned Alexandria approached. She was wearing a very hot number, a form fitting red dress with a matching hat and veil. The ensemble made Jon and Alexandria look older than they really were. A classical movie couple.
"Where is Harry?" Alexandria asked Jon. Jon frowned. Everyone expected him to know these things, it seemed.
"I just told Lady Valerian that I do not know. I have no idea what could be keeping him. Did you attach the clan badges to the new armor?"
"I don't have on the armor," Alexandria said. "The glove makes me feel tense."
"I agree, it has a personality," Valerian said. "Which is why I decided to not wear it. Do you have on yours?"
"Yes, but not the communications talisman," Jon grumbled. "I forgot it on my old set. So we have no way to contact him?"
"Guys, people are asking," Neville approached with Hermione, Ginny and Ron. "What's the keep back with Harry?" Neville wore very formal familial robes with the Longbottom crest on his back. The robes were multilayered with well polished boots peeking from under the hem. With his uncombed long hair he looked every part the young Lord.
Ginny wore a light green dress that didn't fit her too well. The color suited her hair though, and brought out her eyes. Ron wore a crisp yellow shirt and dark brown slacks. The yellow shirt clashed with his vivid red hair making him stand out almost as much as Alexandria's elegant and stylish red dress. Hermione wore a shiny silver graduation muggle dress. Her glittering heels made her seem taller. She avoided making eye contact with Valerian by standing behind Jon, who towered over her.
"Well, this can't be good," Ron said. "Harry being a no-show usually means trouble."
"I'm thinking of apparating to his house," Valerian said.
"What about the trace?" Jon asked.
"To bloody hell with the trace, what if he's in trouble?" Valerian snapped.
"Harry would not want you in trouble with the ministry," Jon said lamely, backing down from Valerian's ire.
Valerian ignored him, pacing and wringing her hands. "Ten more minutes, then I'm going!"
"Well, at least the finger food has been a hit," Neville said encouragingly. Everyone frowned at him. "I mean... um.. ok, that came out wrong. Sorry."
"Sorry for what, mate?" Ron said between bites of the finger food piled on his plate. "At least nobody is starving. Pretty good actually."
Penelope approached. She was wearing a white trench coat, with white leather boots that almost reached her knee. The trench coat was buttoned right up to the top. Jon suspected something outlandish was underneath. The boots had insanely high heels. Valerian pretended to be cordial.
"Hey Valerian Harry is close. I'm going to fetch him," Penelope said.
"Oh?" Valerian said. "Where?"
"It's hard to explain, in like directions, but I can find him. He's frustrated. When he's worked up its easier for me to pinpoint where he is. Longbottom, do you have a broom?"
Valerian raised an eyebrow at her. Alexandria mediated by stepping close to Penelope's side and taking her hand.
"Neville? Can you help her?" Alexandria said.
"Um, yeah, I guess. Penelope, talk to Uncle Albert. He has the keys for the broom room," Neville said. Neville raised his hand at an inconspicuous servant stationed at the door. He glided across smoothly towards them.
"Master Neville?"
"Can you take her to Mr Stewart? Penelope be careful, most of those brooms are priceless antiques. Pollock, take Penelope to Albert, let him open the broom room. She needs to pick up Harry," Neville said to the man servant.
"At once. Follow me, Miss Penelope."
"Be right back," Penelope reassured the others. Valerian nodded, slightly annoyed.
Penelope was escorted through a few rooms into a large staff kitchen, except without any modern amenities. Albert Stewart stopped his pep talk when he saw one of his staff approach with a guest. Six chefs and various other staff went quiet when Penelope entered.
"Pollock, what is this, then?" Albert asked.
"She says she needs to speak with you, sir," Pollock said. Albert nodded and the three of them left the kitchen. In the hallway Penelope explained the situation.
"What? He should be able to pass through the wards!" Albert said.
"Hm, he can't," Penelope said. "Which is why I am here."
"Harry Potter, thirteen years old, son of James and Lily Potter has been keyed in. This has to be a mistake," Albert argued.
Penelope saw where the problem was. "My invitation has a guest privilege. Can I bring him as my guest, then?"
"I don't see how that would help, Lady Clearwater. Obviously something is amiss."
"Trust me," Penelope smiled. "Give me a broom, I'll fetch him."
A few minutes later, Harry saw a figure dressed in white coming towards him. Penelope was flying over the roadway. She came to a gentle hover in front of him.
"Hi," she said with a soft smile.
"Hey, thanks for coming."
The both of them were quiet for a moment.
"Does this make you my damsel in distress?" She asked.
"Basically," Harry laughed. "I hate to ask, do you know why am I locked out?"
"The Ward is keyed in to your numerical age being thirteen," she glided down next to him. She took a seat on the log.
"Well, fuck me," Harry breathed in frustration. He shot her a lopsided smirk, throwing another pebble through the barrier. "And no, Peenie, I don't mean that literally."
Penelope laughed softly. Harry's armor and the Hallow Blade across his back reminded her of a GI Joe character. She stared into his eyes. "Are you going as a ninja?"
"What, oh!" Harry deactivated the armor. His dinner outfit materialized from the underworld. He wore a black tie on white long sleeve shirt with dress pants. "My jacket is in my pocket."
"And the sword?" She asked.
"It doesn't conform to altered spaces. Will have to stash it somewhere. So, what do we do?"
"You'll have to come as my date."
"What?!"
"Just to get you in. Trust me," she grinned. "So, do you want to come with me to your birthday party?"
"Yes," Harry agreed.
"Great!" She stood up and approached the barrier. She offered him her hand. Harry took it and approached warily. The wards did not repel him.
"Fantastic," Harry said. They walked for a little while along the road. He sighed. "Can I let go now?"
Penelope reluctantly let go his hand. "Let's fly, together."
Harry and Penelope levitated and took off. After a couple of minutes flying at her moderate speed they arrived at the perimeter gates of the manor.
"Better if we took this from here," Penelope pointed at a broom propped against the wall. "Unless you want to make a really grand entrance Clark."
"Broom would be best." Harry commanded it to hover and hopped on. Penelope sat down behind him, and wrapped her arms around his stomach, leaning on his back. It was just like the last time, after the Basilisk. She was in all white then as well.
Harry felt her magic enveloping him with warmth and devotion. It was a strange and new feeling. It felt great, actually.
No wonder Voldemort botched this. This was completely different to the dark mark, a brand that he could channel pain and suffering through.
He piloted carefully on the heavy, antique broom. It's top speed was only ten miles per hour. The ride felt like a leisurely stroll over the massive grounds.
"Hey," he said softly as she held on to him.
"Hmm?" she replied, right by his ear. The warm summer breeze tugged at her hair. Harry felt responsible for her predicament.
"I am sorry," Harry said.
"For?"
"Making you go through this," Harry said. "I mean, everything you've gone through..." Because of me.
Penelope squeezed her arms around him in response. "It's ok, don't be. Let's enjoy this broom ride, luv."
He was quiet for a few seconds. "Thanks... for coming for me." Again.
"Always," she promised softly in his ear.
Harry remembered his similar conversation with Hermione at the cafe. He said nothing more for the remainder of the short flight. They disembarked at the front doors. Harry gave Pollock the broom and took out the ring box Penelope gifted him. He extracted a black jacket from it.
"Give it here," Penelope said. She held the jacket so that he could easily fit his arms through. She fixed the collar and smoothed it over his shoulders. "It looks dashing. Good choice."
"Thanks," Harry said. "Um you do, too. As, not dashing. Look, nice. Yeah." He wanted to ask about her white trench coat outfit, but knowing her, he probably didn't want to know what she had on underneath.
She could be a crazy bint when she was ready.
"Ah-ah!" she waved her index finger at him. "You'll see. It's a surprise."
"Wonderful," Harry said.
"Come, everyone is waiting for you. How is my hair?" she asked, following Pollock at a brisk pace.
"Like if you were just flying through the air," Harry said.
"Oh. Right, can't do anything for that right now without a mirror," she said. Harry followed them through the house. He snatched a doily from the back of a couch and wrapped the Hallow Blade in it.
Ah. Of course the one I picked up has a winged lion embroidered on it. I wonder if my patronus has healed?
Two members of staff opened the double door to the main gathering area smoothly in front of Penelope. She didn't miss a beat and strode right through. Harry slowed down, peering at the crowd awaiting on the other side. Penelope paused, then turned. "Wot, you need an introduction or something?"
"Of course not," Harry shrugged and walked through the doorway held open by Neville's men.
"Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce Mr. Harry Potter, joint celebrant with Lord Neville Longbottom," Mr. Albert announced.
Harry faltered, uncomfortable. An awkward clap started up, not in applause, more like relief that he was found. Valerian and Jon approached quickly.
"What happened?" she said under her breath, almost nose to nose with him. She hugged him briefly.
"My invitation was specific, had my 'age' too. Got blocked out," Harry whispered.
"Oh," Jon said. "That sucks."
Harry was surprised that Jon used the slang appropriately. "Yeah security wards and age magic aren't fooled- remember we were selected for the beau of the party game at your ball," Harry winked at Alexandria.
"Ah. I did realize something was amiss, but only weeks later. I was in a bad state then..."
Harry felt horrible bringing it up. He apologized.
"It's okay," she said softly. Harry felt really bad that he made her relive that night. He approached his other year two mates. "Neville! Nice place," Harry said. He thought the Clan mansion was big, this was almost five times the size.
"Yeah, gets lonely sometimes though. This is my first party," he said nervously. "May I introduce you to some of my relatives. My cousin Margaret Vance-" he pulled a shy woman about twenty years old forward. Her face was a bit plain, but her heart shaped bust A-line gown highlighted her generous assets. She offered her hand, palm down. Harry lightly kissed her hand.
"How do you do?" he said with a smile.
"How do you do," she said softly, awestruck.
"My mother's sister, Madame Emmaline Vance," Neville continued, introducing a grown woman to Harry.
Like her daughter, she offered her hand palm down. She sized Harry up.
"How do you do?" Harry said, also bowing over her hand, but not kissing it.
"You're bigger than I thought," she said bluntly.
He ignored her statement, just smiled, pretending to be his thirteen year old self.
"And whatever that is, it's bloody powerful," Auror Vance indicated the wrapped up weapon. Harry now remembered who this was. She was an Auror, and also a member of the Order of the Phoenix. "You can be in big trouble if you don't have an artificer's license, young man."
"Auntie," Neville started to object. "C'mon, please?"
His aunt broke out in a rare smile. "Teasing," she said. Harry didn't think she was teasing. Valerian and Penelope frowned at the woman. They were very protective of him.
"I have an artificer's license, Auror Vance," Harry said, opening his wallet and showing it to her.
"Oh?" Emmaline said, eyebrows raised. She was impressed he knew who she was. "You see Neville? It's not too early to get interested in the guilds."
"Um, yes Auntie."
"Enjoy your evening, boys," his aunt said.
"Thanks. And this is my other cousin, from my father's side," Neville brought forward another wizard. "Rook Littleborough."
Rook and Harry shared a knowing look. Rook nodded at Jon as well. The ICOP wizard from Dover's apothecary shook Harry's hand vigorously. "Mr. Potter, a pleasure to see you again."
"Same here."
Harry greeted Ron and gave Hermione a light hug. "You look great, Hermione."
"Thank you. You look debonair yourself," Hermione replied.
"And Ginny, almost didn't recognize you there. Looking hot!" Harry said, giving her a hug and lifting her off her feet. She laughed, squeezing him back. Harry thought that he couldn't believe that this was the same girl that had his heart tied up in knots a couple years ago, real time. She was so small.
"Stop it," Ginny blushed. She knew her dress was a bit clunky on her undeveloped frame. But Harry's strong hug felt good. "It's good to see you. We were worried."
"Sorry bout that," Harry grinned. He gave Jon a bounce of fists.
"Well, I think now that you're here, dinner can begin, I suppose," Neville said. "I'm starving." Pleasantries were shared among the students while the staff ushered guests to the dining hall.
Harry spotted Sirius, Tonks, and Sarah Clearwater. Lewis Hillsborough, Youri and Lee Jordan were with them, talking with Sirius and Sarah.
Tonks wore a sparkling black dress that hugged her curvy figure and billowed into a mermaid trail. Her cleavage was deep, but the skin was elegantly masked with a sheer mesh material. She wore black high heels and accessorized with a very expensive diamond necklace and ear studs to match.
Harry admitted that Tonks looked magnificent. Her somber mood tempered the grandiose effect. The dress shouted Look at me! however, her attitude portrayed the opposite, maybe even a reluctance to be here.
If Sirius and Tonks weren't cousins, they would have made a very handsome couple.
"One moment," Harry told his friends and approached the older group. "Hey," he greeted them. Tonks sipped her drink, hiding behind her glass. Harry consciously tried to avoid making too much eye contact with her.
Sirius puffed on his pipe. "You botched your entrance Little James. You should have worn a cape, and strode in with purpose, like Godric himself." Sirius tossed his hair with a shake of his head.
Harry grinned. "I'll leave that to Roderick Hallow." Sirius shook his hand with a smile. Harry thought his godfather looked dapper, and happy. He never saw him look this healthy before. He had filled out, and was probably the biggest guy in the room.
"Hm," Sirius said, taking a sip of his glass. "That secret has been becoming less and less a secret," Sirius warned. "These blokes know," He nodded towards his band mates.
"When you said you had to take out a Basilisk, then bam! The Crows clan comes and does it a couple months later," Lewis shrugged. "We've kept it quiet, but some other Ravens know as well."
"Everyone in seventh year has backed off Peenie," Youri said calmly. Sarah Clearwater smacked his arm. Youri ignored the older girl's teasing and sipped his beer. "Even our boy here, Lee. Which says a lot. Lee is a killer."
Lee blushed. "The girl likes you," he shrugged. Sarah smacked him too. "And you and Jon... well... are fucking goblin-slayers."
Tonks and their small group laughed. Lee continued with a dramatic sad sigh. "I'll live. Oh, Oliver is coming. Check out Angelina though. Mmm-hm."
Harry turned. Oliver was wearing full formal familial robes. Angelina Johnson, his date, looked resplendent in a deep purple gown with a string of pearls contrasting against her beautiful dark skin.
"Potter," Oliver greeted. "Cometh the man, cometh the hour."
"What?" Harry said, confused.
"You've arrived, the hour to eat is now. We were starving," Oliver laughed at his own joke.
"Sorry," Harry apologized. The two Quidditch buddies smoothly completed the Gryffindor handshake.
"Not you too," Sirius complained. "Prongs was forever doing that."
"Like father, like son, then," Oliver said. "Have you met my date?" he presented Angelina.
Angelina huffed and offered her hand to Harry, palm down.
"How do you do?" Harry said, kissing her hand.
"A pleasure," Angelina said with a slight chuckle. Then he noticed the diamond ring on her finger.
"Wow," Harry said. He looked between them. "You two-?"
"Engaged, yes," Angelina said happily. Their little circle congratulated the couple.
"You're coming back this year, right?" Harry asked Oliver.
"Yes. But I wanted to seal the deal before the year started. I've been hearing from Angelina here that you have half of the quidditch team fanning themselves over your abs?"
Harry laughed. Angelina hit Oliver playfully.
"Have to secure my investments," Oliver said pulling Angelina closer to him by her waist. "Not with blokes like you stealing skirts like a thief."
Tonks gave Harry a look, smirking. Harry ignored her. "Me? Naw."
"Right," Oliver cleared his throat. "I don't know if I would want to compete with you. It has been an uphill challenge to get back my true catching strength."
"Sorry to hear that," Harry said.
"Might take a couple years," Oliver nodded. "We're trying to make it to the big leagues, Angelina and I."
"Quidditch power couple?" Harry asked.
"Something like that," Angelina said, smiling.
"Your date is waiting on you," Tonks reminded Harry softly. Harry was caught off guard by her voice. She was quiet since he came over. Harry turned. Valerian waved her fingers at him, beckoning him over to join the queue of guests filing into the dining room.
"Right. Sorry. Duty calls. Great seeing everyone," Harry smiled and waved off.
Tonks watched the newly engaged couple. Oliver was eighteen, and Angelina was seventeen. She watched Harry take Valerian's hand in his.
She sighed.
Sarah leaned over to Tonks. "You see? That boy is trouble," she whispered in a soft, conspiratorial tone. "Who is that girl? She's gorgeous!" She snapped a picture of Valerian and Harry laughing at a joke Ron said. "I hope Penelope gets over him."
Tonks nodded, sipping her drink. Sarah had no clue that Tonks and Harry were sneaking around before. Tonks felt a bit guilty about keeping that a secret. She knew that Sarah was protective of her little sister, and telling her that she also had feelings for Harry was probably a big no-no.
"I hope she does too." Tonks watched as Harry and his girlfriend disappeared into the dining room.
Wiglaf. The bloody Bear girl in dragon armor.
At first she thought she was a tomboy type. Then the dragon attack happened and she was running around in the freezing cold in nothing but a skimpy nightgown. She could never have guessed in a million years they would become a couple.
Tonks was snapped out of her thoughts when Sarah's camera flashed. She took a picture of the newly engaged couple posing.
"Lovely! Congrats once again," she complimented them. Sarah nudged her dark haired friend. "Nym, let's grab something to eat."
"Yeah," Tonks said, following her inside.
"Harry," Neville whispered while they waited for their guests to be seated. "Happy birthday and all that, but can you do me a favour?"
"Same to you, mate. Sure, what's up?" Harry said.
"I... want Shea to sit next to me during dinner. But I don't know. She's... hot. What should I say?"
"Maybe-"
"Can you ask her for me?" Neville cut him off.
"I don't think tha-"
"Oh, come on!" Neville whispered.
Harry thought quickly. He pointed at the drink in Neville's hand. "What is that?"
"This? Soda... why?"
"You're on home turf man, use it to your advantage," Harry said. He gestured for Pollock to come closer. "A chilled glass of Carling, make that two," he told him.
"At once, Mr Potter," Pollock bowed and walked away.
"But," Neville protested.
"Between us birthday boys, yeah?" Harry nudged Neville to stop his complaint.
Pollock returned with a tray of two cups filled with beer. "Thanks, Pollock," Neville said. They accepted the drinks.
"No problem, Master Neville." Pollock bowed and left.
"You had Flint running like a little girl before," Harry reminded him. "Happy Birthday!" Harry clinked his cup to Neville and tipped it back. Neville did as well. Harry's eyes were feeling watery after they drained their glasses in one. This was the first time he had ever drained a beer so fast. Neville looked forlonly into the bottom of his cup. "Right on, old chap."
It took Neville a couple seconds to assimilate that he just shared a beer race with Harry the Boy Who Lived Potter at his own birthday party. "Bloody good," Neville said. "Order another. I'll be back."
Neville's posture straightened as he walked confidently through the crowd, greeting and clapping well wishers on their shoulders. He approached Shea Carrow and spoke softly in her ear. Harry couldn't tell what he was saying, but within seconds Shea had her fingers in the crook of Neville's elbow. Neville escorted her to their table.
Neville gallantly pulled out the chair next to his for Shea. "Please," he said. Shea said a soft thank you and Neville seated her. "Would you like anything special to drink? Anything at all?"
"Could I?" she said with a smile. Neville snapped his fingers, not even breaking eye contact with her.
"Mistress Carrow would prefer something off the menu?" Pollock said. Harry thought the man had apparated. He didn't even notice how swiftly he arrived at Shea's side.
"I'll have a glass of Rose Brut, thank you," she said.
"Excellent choice, Milady," Pollock bowed and left. Harry leaned in on Neville.
"I'll go grab Val and be back, alright?" Harry said.
"Of course," Neville said. "Thanks."
"That was all you, mate," Harry offered his fist. Neville connected immediately, then sat down next to Shea. Harry returned to Valerian's side. Alexandria, Valerian and Jon were grinning at him.
"That... was amazing," Valerian said.
"What did you tell him?" Alexandria asked. "He... changed like that," she snapped her fingers.
"Your Dark Wizardry is unparalleled, Lord Hallow," Jon said regally.
"Shush you, let's grab our seats," Harry deflected with a smirk. The Crows joined Neville and Shea at the table of honour. When everyone was settled and served an appropriate drink, Madame Longbottom stood up and struck her wine glass twice with a dainty fork.
"Good evening, honored guests. Welcome to Longleat Manor. My name is Augusta Longbottom, I am Neville's grandmother. It pleases me to see all of you here tonight in honour of the birthdays of these fine young men, Harry James Potter, son of James and Lily Potter, and my grandson, Neville, son of Frank and Alice Longbottom. Never forget that the brave parents of both of these young men cannot be with us tonight because of the nefarious deeds of servants of the dark. So even though tonight is a night of celebration, I must impress on all seated here, that we must always shun the practice of the Dark," her eyes alighted briefly on Shea, "and forever walk in the Light. To my grandson, Neville, and his friend, Harry, I wish you all the best this evening and in your future endeavours."
She cast her gaze over the dining hall. "I ask you to rise and drink to the toast of the birthdays of Lord Neville Longbottom and Mr. Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived."
"Here here!" the crowd rose to their feet, raised their glasses and took a sip.
"Thank you. Please enjoy your meal." Madame Longbottom took her seat.
Menus popped into existence in front of the guests. Tapping the chosen dish with their wand caused them to manifest on their plates.
Ron, Ginny, Hermione and Hannah Abbott were seated with the Crows. Small talk and a few jokes interspersed the lovely meal.
"Are you singing tonight?" Valerian asked Harry. She pointed out the window at the stage.
"Me? No, not that I know of," Harry said.
"I never told you, but the show at Hogs Head was the first time I've heard a rock band play live. It was... loud... and the crowd was crazy!" she leaned into him with a grin.
"Yeah, it was fun," Harry reminisced. He also remembered the snog with Tonks afterwards. He pushed that from his memory. At the time he thought he wouldn't see her again.
"So there I was, confused about you. The sick boy who woke up and killed the smartest, never-killed-before species of dragon, singing for a school band in a bar in Scotland. Like if nothing monumental just happened a few weeks before."
"... I don't dwell on those things much. I mean the dragon thing. It needed to be done. Sirius did say that you enjoyed the show," Harry recalled.
"I begged Mrs Potage to let me go," Valerian said. "Master Ollivander thought that without an escort I shouldn't. I asked Alexandria to pick me up. I think she has become almost like a best friend to me."
Harry looked at Alexandria. A french high class girl, thrown into his crazy world, charming hearts one day at a time. As far as he knew, everyone liked her, even the Slytherins, and that was a very strange thing in his point of view. "She's a likable sort," Harry agreed.
"She wants to be with Jon," Valerian whispered. "I see the way she looks at him."
"Oh?" Harry said softly. Jon had told him thus already.
"Yes," Valerian looked at the other couple, then back at Harry. "When you and Jon visited she was jealous. She thought that Jon sought me out."
"He was simply concerned about your reading and writing issue," Harry said.
"I have never been hospitalized, or injured before to the point where I had to spend the night in the medical bay. The closest thing to that was the first time I had my period. I had no one to guide me on becoming a woman. I still am not completely sure," she admitted. "Alexandria gave me a few magazines to read about Cotillion events and fashion in Europe. I bought this dress yesterday, after meeting you at the store. Do you like it?"
Valerian's royal blue dress was striking, and suited her. It contrasted with her blonde hair and light green eyes. It also showed off that she was fit, and strong, even though it was softened by her recent weight gain that made her muscles less cut. She was wearing a proper cup support for her boobs, which Harry must say, looked delicious.
"I love it," Harry said softly.
Valerian smiled. "I like showing off my skin, but only for you. I chose a dress with a cape for this reason. I'm not that comfortable with crowds."
Harry frowned. Yesterday at the Wand Shop he knew that wasn't completely the truth. Her bikini top was skimpy, and from the lighter area it covered, her bikini bottom had barely covered her. It had bothered him the rest of the day into the afternoon.
"You weren't shy at the beach," Harry said softly.
"I - It was the first time, I didn't know," she replied. "I mean, everyone was in tiny bathing suits, I didn't think I stood out."
"How did you get the sunblock?" Harry asked.
"A boy offered to put some on me. Told me with my complexion I would burn," she responded truthfully.
"Ah," Harry said, taking a sip of his juice.
"You're not mad about that, are you?" Valerian said. She tried to catch his eye.
"No," Harry lied, avoiding looking at her. He shouldn't feel jealous. He shouldn't. Girls were throwing themselves at him all the time. Valerian was much hotter than he was. If he was a seven, she was a bloody 100. It was practically a given men would approach her.
"He was just being friendly. He invited me to the beach bar party as well."
Harry made a fist underneath the table. The threstral summoning magic from the underworld flattened the prongs of the dessert forks on the tables in his vicinity. Some of the guests muttered in alarm.
Valerian continued her story, oblivious to what was happening.
"I can't even remember his name! It was, Bob, Rob, Don, can't remember. Anyway I told Mr Ollivander, Garth that is, not grandfather, where I was going, so he offered to walk with me as a chaperone. When he saw that the crowd was much younger than his age bracket, he said he would return at midnight to pick me up. And he did."
"Midnight?" Harry said. The flowers in the decorative table centre piece wilted down under the pressure of his magic. Jon looked up at Harry in warning. Harry ignored him.
"Yes, there was no threat. Dancing and drinks. I couldn't even dance well. I barely knew the music," Valerian explained, reliving the memories. She had no clue that telling her story was having such an effect on her boyfriend.
"Dancing?" Harry imagined Valerian in a short summer dress, no bra, dancing at a beach pub that only catered for patrons twenty one and over. A slow boil and anger built up inside him. No bouncer would refuse her. She could definitely pass for that age.
He forced himself to cool down, but this hot, possessive beast that reared its head when Ginny was dating Dean Thomas in her fifth year was still inside him.
"Harry," Jon called him.
"Yeah?" Harry said, watching his best friend.
"With me, now." Jon stood up. Harry folded his napkin as neatly as possible and placed it just so next to his empty plate.
"Excuse me," Harry said with his best fake smile ever. Valerian looked confused, and made to stand. "I'll be back shortly, just wait here for me." Valerian sat back down, biting her lip, unsure of what to do.
They went outside where Jon beckoned him to the bar poolside. "Speak, Harry. Do you want to ruin the event?"
"No," Harry said. He was calming down. Sort of. But not really.
Jon noticed that the pool was churning with miniature crashes of rough water. "Harry, look at me. What has happened? What did she tell you?"
"It's nothing. But, when she was in Miami, she had on a barely there bikini..."
"A what?"
"Think of the sexiest girls' underwear you can think of," Harry explained looking at the grass at his feet. Jon pictured his girlfriend in her sleep wear. "No let me rephrase that, think of the smallest bra and panties," Harry said. "Picture that."
Jon removed the chemise and matching pants. Alexandria was in her bra and knickers.
"And?"
"Think of it soaking wet, then think of Valerian sunbathing on a towel, in the itsiest, bitsiest bra and panties, out in the open."
"Hm," Jon said.
"Divide that size by two..."
"All right," Jon said. Jon was starting to enjoy this scenario.
"Then think of all the men in the night's watch ogling her, wanting to talk to her."
The imagery finally came to Jon. He cursed. "She wore such a thing at the seaside?"
"Yeah," Harry said.
"Is that normal?" Jon asked.
"In this world, yeah," Harry said.
"I'd be mad too," Jon said solemnly. His face grew dark. He would slaughter every fucking man in sight. Then remove their eyes from their bloody corpses.
"It gets better. She went to her first party there too, with thirsty frat boys on summer vacation. Someone who rubbed lotion on her skin."
"By the gods!" Jon was way over his head. "Apply a cream? That is also normal?"
"Yes, blokes do it all the time to chat up girls at the beach," Harry said.
"And she knows this?" Jon asked.
"No. She doesn't. First time."
Jon thought for a second. "Then, she is innocent, she-"
"I know Jon. I know!" Harry snapped. Jon felt a very dangerous magic surrounding Harry. The water in the pool was active, as if a tremor was shaking the very ground underneath it. "And I'm no saint either, but I still get mad just thinking about it!"
Harry and Jon stared at each other. Jon saw that glare many times before in the Night's watch. It was the surest preemptive sign of attack. Jon lowered his stance. "Do not take your anger out on Lady Valerian. She is a stranger to your world, just as I am."
Harry said nothing. Jon noticed the way Harry's feet moved fractionally, his right side further away from Jon, left fist clenching.
And here I thought I was the warrior. Harry wears his heart on his sleeve. He is willing to strike me down.
"Battle ready state, Harry. Control your warrior spirit, your energy, it belongs to you. You, do not belong to it."
"Shut up with your zen shit Jon," Harry snarled, turning away from him. "It's not her really, it's fucking me. It's always been me. I don't know what the fuck I am. The security ward stopped me because I'm nineteen, bloody fucking nineteen and pretending to be a kid. If Penelope, that horny bint, didn't fetch me, I swear Jon, I would have flattened fucking Malfoy Manor just to release my frustration. And Penelope and Tonks are like ... taunting me. I need to get my shit in order. I don't know how you do it."
"Taunting you?" Jon asked. "How I do what, exactly?"
"You know... all calm and stuff. Mate, Penelope wants me to beat her arse with a fucking piece of Snakewood, then bloody well impregnate her in the next breath. Valerian at least, is being sensible about her chastity. She's pretty innocent, even though she was a soldier. And Tonks, bloody sexy and fucking nutter Tonks- keeps ...I can't fucking explain it. She's a tease. She walks in yesterday out of the blue all sexy and wotnot and asks me to come to this party. Its like, I get retarded around her. I agreed. Big fucking mistake."
"Ah. I knew something was up with Tonks. She has been watching you whole night."
"Crap," Harry scanned around. "She was?" He drew his wand. "Homenum revelio."
A red outline appeared behind a garden sculpture.
Jon drew his Diablo Claymore immediately. Tonks removed the disillusionment charm and walked into view. Harry rubbed his face with both hands and sighed.
Tonks smiled, raising her hands in apology and letting it drop to her sides. Harry closed his eyes, hoping to God she did not hear their conversation.
"Hey boys. Ah. Drat it. You caught me."
Jon sheathed his sword. Harry watched her for a moment, then cursed under his breath. He wanted to shout at her, but his feelings were all in a mess. Pretty women in dresses like that had him too much at a disadvantage. "I need a drink," Harry told Jon and stalked off. Jon and Tonks watched him go.
"Mistress Tonks," Jon greeted as Tonks stood up next to him.
"So much for my stealth techniques," Tonks said. "I didn't think I was that obvious."
Jon frowned. Tonks and stealth were two complete opposites. The way she dressed, the way she moved, what she said, was the complete opposite of stealth.
"You're wearing the most eye catching dress tonight. It could not be more obvious you were watching him," Jon said. "Why are you here?"
"I don't know if he told you, but Pettigrew escaped."
"Yes, he told me."
"What I didn't tell him, is that, unofficially, Bellatrix Lestrange escaped as well."
"My cousin? Twice removed or something such?"
"Yes. I'm on assignment. I had to ask Harry if I could come so it wouldn't look too weird that I'm here."
"Your presence is setting him off."
"He wants to fuck me, yes I know," Tonks said in monotone. "I think he wants to fuck me probably even more than his girlfriend, and it's driving him nuts. Valerian is the type of girl a boy like him might think of marrying, a keeper. He sees me more like a 'fuck whole weekend' and go back to work during the week type of girl."
Jon's jaw dropped. "Don't say that."
"It's true. An Auror's job is demanding. Even I think I'm the type of girl a guy would spend his entire weekend with and ..."
"I get the idea," Jon said cutting her off. Since when was he, a stranger from a foreign world, a consultant on feelings and problems? Everyone seemed to think he was an expert.
"Jon. Listen to me. Bellatrix is badass. She is the real deal. She was cruel ever since she could hold a wand. I think, if the rumours are correct, she raped a boy she liked when she was in year two in Hogwarts. Tied him down, got him hard, and rode him like a horse. He was in year seven. The Black family name had a lot of power and influence behind it. He never said a word. She's not sane, Jon. Harry, or even Neville, could be a target. This gathering is a great opportunity for her to attack."
Jon was impressed. Even to his worldly ears this Bellatrix Lestrange was one not to be taken lightly.
"Harry could take care of himself. It is better if he knows," Jon said.
"I'm not too sure of that. And I think you know why. Something happened in the future, something that made him really mad. He was spouting crap about my family, but her, her name in particular set him off. He knows something about her, something that is going to happen. And I don't know what."
"She killed Sirius," Jon said simply.
"What!?" Tonks said.
"Harry blamed himself. But that's neither here nor there, he changed that outcome already. He can't hate her for something she didn't do as yet, can he?"
"Well, she did torture Neville's parents, so there's that. And she was one of Voldemort's favourites."
"This Black heritage is a heavy mantle to bear," Jon said.
"Jon, you are the best fucking thing to happen to this family in a looong while," Tonks said, gripping his shoulder. "An example all young men should follow. Stay true, cousin. Walk in the Light. Watch him. Protect him. Do better than me." Tonks was crying softly. "I'm so sorry I hurt him before." She wiped her tears. "Look at me. A mess. I didn't know he felt that way still."
I didn't know I felt this way still.
"I'll be around, but not 'around' yeah? I'm on duty for the rest of the night. Oh gosh," Tonks sniffed. "I've gone and buggered it up, haven't I?"
"What, exactly?"
"His birthday," Tonks said.
"No. I think he needs to deal with his temper better," Jon said. "Leave that to me."
"I think he needs a good shag," Tonks said. "Probably should leave that to me," she teased.
"Please do not," Jon sighed.
"Joking. I have no clue about shagging anyone," she sighed. "Don't tell him I said that. Just tell him I'm sorry, and tell him that Bellatrix escaped. Leave out the rest."
"When he calms down, you can tell him yourself."
"Hm," Tonks said doubtfully.
Harry went to the small bar by the pool house and ordered a fruit punch. The little umbrella the barman put on top reminded him of a sunny beach umbrella, which made him think of Valerian. He discarded it and sat down.
After a few minutes he ordered another drink, this time a regular lime juice and a Vodka Martini. He accepted the drinks and made his way back to their table. Everyone, except Valerian and Hermione were eating their dessert. Valerian brightened significantly when Harry approached. Hermione spotted him and suddenly found renewed interest in her plate of cheesecake and sliced fruit. Ron was on his second helping.
Valerian smiled stiffly when he sat down. "Is everything all right?" she said sideways without breaking the smile.
"I got you a drink," Harry said.
Valerian eyed the martini. "People were asking," she whispered as she turned to him.
Harry shrugged. He still didn't look at her. "It's ok," he said, sipping his lime juice. Valerian tasted her Martini. She nodded in appreciation.
Valerian, true to form, remained silent and daintily picked at her dessert. That was a good thing, depending on your mood, about these soldier types. They could literally stop talking and be silent if they wanted to. If you were one that liked to argue things out, Valerian was definitely not the one for you. But on the flip side, if you were one that could not tolerate the cold shoulder, Valerian had loads of that in her arsenal.
Dessert passed in silence. Valerian and Hermione were shooting random looks at Harry. Hermione frowned. Valerian eventually reached below the table and took a hold of his hand. Harry relented and squeezed her hand in his. Valerian smiled, eating her dessert happily.
Two identical birthday cakes were brought to their table. Thirteen sparkling candles were lit. The happy birthday song was altered to include NevilleandHarry and a great cheer went up when Harry cut his cake with Valerian at the same time Neville cut his cake with Shea. Flashes of cameras caught the chaste kisses that followed.
Something caught Hermione's eye. "Oh. Excuse me, sorry." She wolfed down her slice of cake and pushed forward her plate. She made haste towards Katie, grabbed her arm and both of them hustled towards the stage.
"What's up with her?" Ron asked.
Shea also stood up. "Excuse me Neville, I must attend to something," she said. She found Dean and Timothy turner. The three of them followed Katie and Hermione.
"Okay," Neville said. He looked at Harry. Harry shrugged.
Alexandria waited a few minutes. Jon hadn't returned since they left. Wizards Wireless music began to play outside. "Come on guys, time to party." The table got up and joined the exodus of guests heading towards the courtyard. The youths were refilling drinks and socializing on the grass in front of the stage.
Lee was lightly testing the drums, Youri was practicing a silent solo on his guitar (did he do anything else except shadow play?) and Lewis Hillsborough was talking with Katie and Timothy Turner. Katie was standing behind an electric keyboard. Hermione and Shea were next to her, adjusting mic stands.
The crowd began to converge closer to the stage. Youri began to play the intro rift to Hit the Lights. A few metal heads cheered in appreciation. Youri ignored them as he walked off the stage, letting the guitar squeal into silence. The boys groaned in disappointment.
The outside fairy lights dimmed and a singular spotlight shone upon the stage. Valerian grinned, excited.
"You aren't singing tonight?" she asked Harry. Harry's mood improved dramatically during dessert and cake.
"No, this is all news to me," Harry said, intrigued. All of the band members were shrouded in darkness, except the central microphone stand.
There were rumblings throughout the crowd as they were made to wait. Harry was glad he ordered alcoholic drinks for both Valerian and himself through his insider agent, Pollock.
He had a suspicious feeling that he would need it.
Pollock even agreed to safeguard the Hallow Blade on his belt. The goblin sword looked good on his livery. After about five minutes the bass guitar began and Katie opened on the heavily synthesized keyboard.
Harry spat out the drink when he realized what song it was.
"I know this song!" Valerian said excitedly. Harry groaned. He felt the touch of Penelope's voice in his thoughts
Happy Birthday, luv! I dedicate this one to you, Chosen One!
I think I've changed my mind. I AM going to beat you, Peenie.
Is that so?
Yes.
You're such a tease.
Harry sighed and pushed aside her voice. Penelope stepped into the spotlight wearing what appeared to be a white lace bustier dress with a short, frilly ballerina tutu and white high heeled boots. The dress hugged her trim torso, while a push up bra enhanced her modest boobs. She had a bride's veil covering half of her face.
She drew lusty cat calls from the boys in the crowd. Valerian, to her credit, laughed and clapped at Penelope's outrageous outfit.
"I made it through the wilderness
Somehow I made it through"
Harry rubbed his face behind his hands. He begun to laugh. Penelope was staring straight at him, a wide smile on her face as she sung and danced. Valerian was singing along, a wide grin on her face. Harry was glad that Valerian didn't know how accurate the lyrics aligned with what actually happened between Penelope and himself throughout the year.
"Didn't know how lost I was
Until I found you"
Penelope winked at him. Winked! Harry could do nothing but shake his head. She ran a finger down her cheek, indicating a tear.
"I was beat
Incomplete,
I'd been had, I was sad and blue"
Penelope pointed at him, dancing behind the microphone stand. She ran her hands sensually up and down her hips and body.
"But you made me feel,
Yeah, you made me fee-eeel
Shiny and new..."
"Sing with me!" she encouraged the girls in the crowd. They did. The traitors actually did. Even Valerian. Harry laughed again.
"Hoo, Like a virgin
Touched for the very first time
Like a viii-iiirrgin
When your heart beats
Next to mine,"
The crowd was clapping to the beat of the song. Harry had to admit she sounded really, really good. Valerian was doing a weird hair throwing dance next to him, moving her hips and singing along. At least she was enjoying herself. She spun and latched unto him, draping her arms around his neck. She pressed her womanhood against him, watching him intently. Harry grinned, finally beginning to enjoy the performance. Valerian was offering herself unto him, her eyes watching his with determination. Harry held her around her hips.
"Gonna give you all my love, boy
My fear is fading fast
Been saving it all for you
'Cause only love can last
You're so fine
Wish you're mine"
Harry noted the slight change in the lyrics.
'Make me strong, yeah you make me bold
Oh your love thawed out
Yeah, your love thawed out
What was scared and co-old...'
Valerian was bumping against him in time to the music. Penelope was still staring at him. Harry was glad Valerian was facing away from the stage because she had absolutely no clue how uncanny this song was.
Which was a good thing. He would not be surprised if Valerian ripped her to pieces if she knew.
Valerian bumped closer when she felt his hardness against her. Harry bit his lip, enjoying her dancing against him. Penelope grabbed the mic off the stand and pressed her hand to her heart, singing to the crowd.
'Like a virgin, hey
Touched for the very first time
Like a viii-iirgin
With your heartbeat
Next to mii-iine.."
Katie and Hermione, her backup singers, joined her centre stage and sang the interlude into their headsets.
"Whoa-
Whoa- oooo-ah
Whoa- oooo-ah"
Penelope held unto the microphone stand and gyrated very slowly against it. This drew a lot of catcalls from the boys. She laughed and spun away with a ballerina turn. She ran around the stage and kissed Lee, Youri and Lewis on their cheeks. She picked up a headset so that her hands could be free.
"You're so fine
Wish you're mine
I'll be yours
'Till the end of time
'Cause you made me feel
Yeah, you ma-aade me feel
I've nothing to hi-iiide..."
For the rest of the song Katie, Hermione and Penelope performed a choreographed dance routine. All of them were dressed in white. Hermione appeared to be more focused on not missing a single move or beat than actually enjoying the dance. Katie easily performed the twirls, dips, and struts with a natural grace. Penelope led the routine like a natural, vibrant and energetic with her own personal flair. It was obvious the three witches were enjoying themselves in their own way.
If Harry was not focused on enjoying Valerian's body so much he would have been frightfully embarrassed. Anyone who knew what happened to these three girls at the hand of Michael Ellewyn-Sare would have come to the conclusion that this was some sort of crazy 'Damsel-in-Distress' Harry-Harem Act.
He was surprised Tonks didn't back flip on to the stage into a split, actually. Penelope was sweating, singing, dancing, giving it her all. She refused to break eye contact with him, even though his girlfriend was figuratively making love to him with her hips.
He thought Penelope's blatant staring a bit psychotic, truth be told.
Were they all plotting to kidnap him and have their way with him?
We were, actually! Came Penelope's response.
Stop it.
It's true!
Stop it Penelope.
Watch yourself, love. Who knows?
Harry cursed silently as he blocked her out. He had to be vigilant with entry to his thoughts. By the time the song was done Harry was hard as steel. Valerian spun around and clapped as the band ended the song. She inched backwards unto his waist and pulled Harry's hand so that it was wrapped around her. She settled her backside against him, nudging him against the soft material of her dress.
Harry thought he was going to burst.
"I am going to kill her," Valerian leaned backwards and spoke in Harry's ear. Harry froze. "But the fucking bitch could sing. I'll give her that."
"No killing, Val."
"I'll make it look like an accident?"
"No," Harry said, laughing. To his surprise Valerian secretly slipped her hand between her bum and his body and grabbed the firm ridge in his pants. Harry gasped in pain, but also in glorious pleasure.
"Is there any way I can change your mind, Lord DragonSlayer?" she said in her Russian accent.
"Ah," Harry gasped. She squeezed and stroked once, twice, then let him go. She looked over her shoulder and grinned at him. Harry had to bite his bottom lip to prevent moaning aloud.
"Master Ollivander is not home for a few more days. I have your gift secured in my room," Valerian turned and whispered in his ear.
Harry felt like his mouth turned into cotton. "Okay."
"You shall get it. Later," she bit his earlobe softly. If she wasn't hugging him he might have fainted. Harry took out his handkerchief and dabbed his forehead free of sweat.
"Okay," he whispered, looking into her eyes.
"Okay," she responded, a twinkle in her eye. She gave him a chaste peck on his lips. Harry nodded dumbly, grinning at her. The band started up again with "We got the Beat". Valerian turned around and secured her derriere against him, bumping gently to the music.
Harry forgot everything around him. His sole focus was the blonde in front of him. The night passed away with them dancing, taking breaks to get drinks, and short conversations with friends.
The girl group eventually finished its set and a classical instrumental band took over. Their first piece was meant for slow dancing. Valerian turned and held on to him. When the song was done, Valerian pulled Harry across to Jon and Alexandria. Another instrumental began. It was a ballroom piece.
"Jon, may I borrow your date?" Valerian said sweetly. Harry, Jon and Alexandria looked perplexed. "Please?"
"You may," Jon said, relinquishing her.
"Thank you. Alexandria, I need to go to the ladies," Valerian said.
"Oh, no problem, I'll come with-"
"No," Valerian said. She pushed her towards Harry. "You must dance with Lord Dragonslayer until I return," Valerian laughed. "He needs protection."
Alexandria understood. She laughed. "As you command. Jon?" she raised an eyebrow in question.
Jon looked perplexed. "Of course. I will make myself useful in the mean time. Do you want anything to drink?"
"Wine," Alexandria said.
"The sweet red you like?" Jon confirmed.
"Oui, mon amor."
"Harry?"
"Lime juice," Harry said. Jon bowed. Another slow dance started. Alexandria came into his arms. Harry held her a safe distance away from him.
"Come now, we look ridiculous," she closed the distance. When she felt him, she paused. She looked down."Oh."
"Sorry," Harry said, pulling away.
"Well," Alexandria maintained a close hold, but did not press against him. "I need to ask you something," she said urgently in his ear. "Jon is ... patient to a fault."
"Yes, he is," Harry said. The gap between them closed a few times as they spun and twirled. The frequent coming together of their bodies was ...interesting.
"He is a gentleman to the core," Alexandria said, totally indifferent when they rubbed against each other.
"Yeah?"
"Oui. It iz frustrating. He was a knight, non?"
"Yes," Harry said.
"Knights are known womanizers. Waz he a virgin?" Alexandria asked.
"No," Harry admitted. "Of course not."
They danced without speaking for a few moments. Alexandria frowned. She sighed loudly.
"Am I doing somezing wrong?"
"No," Harry said. Alexandria was a smart girl, beautiful and genuinely charismatic. A real life princess.
"I need some help, some sort of hint. Why is he so reluctant?"
Harry hesitated. This was Jon's relationship, not some random guy.
"Please, I do not know what to do," she insisted. "What were his women like?"
"His 'woman' singular, was on the other side of the war. She was killed in battle," Harry said.
"Oh," Alexandria said. "Tragic. But that does not help. How can I win him over?"
"You're asking me? I don't know." Harry was uncomfortable. "I'm not a girl."
"We are mismatched couples. Jon wants to keep it non sexual. And it is obvious that you want to go further with Valerian," she grinned at him as she bumped twice into him.
"Um, Lexie, how much did you have to drink?" Harry said.
"Enough. Never mind that," she bumped into him intentionally. "It iz expected a beautiful girl would arouse her dancing partner. In France, this is normal."
"Okay," Harry said. He relaxed more into the dance.
"Jon has the constitution of a dragon, he doesn't even get drunk!" she sighed. "I've been trying to seduce him with a bit of alcohol a few times."
"Yup. He's a cold bastard. Lord Snow."
"I know! But he isn't immune, not really. He's just too... honorouble!"
"Tell me bout it," Harry muttered. Jon never was one to waiver.
"He touches me everywhere, makes love to me with his mout-"
"Ok stop! That saying wasn't meant to be literal!" Harry closed his eyes, trying to remove the imagery. It was hard. Alexandria was very beautiful.
"Apologies. But he won't have sex with me! I want to be shagged," Alexandria complained. Harry had never heard her talk like that.
Harry let her go. "Um, you should tell him that. Not me."
"I did! He sayz zat ze time is not right," she explained. She grabbed him and roughly put his hand on her hip, and took his hand in hers. Her English became more and more broken the more agitated she got.
"Wow," Harry said. If Alexandria was his girl and she demanded that, in no uncertain terms... he couldn't refuse. "Um."
"Can you tell me about zis femme he had before? S'il vous plait?"
"He captured her in her people's territory. They tracked them and he in turn, became their captive. He was her slave lover. From what he told me, they fucked like rabbits, for over a year. Then he escaped."
"Like ze rabbitz?" Alexandria asked, not understanding.
"All the time. Every night. That sort of thing."
"He does have a very fit body," Alexandria said, thinking. "And a full, large-"
"No. Stop. I didn't need to know that."
"Sorry. Oh, here he comes. And with Valerian," Alexandria slurred. "I 'ave a plan. Zank you so much!" She kissed the air on both sides of Harry's cheeks. "Here you are, all in one piece," Alexandria said, presenting him back to Valerian.
"Good work, Alexandria," she said with a grave nod. "He is too clueless sometimes to say no."
"I'm right here, you know," Harry said. He took the drink Jon offered him. Alexandria took her wine, watching Jon like a challenge to be conquered. Jon raised an eyebrow at her.
"After you finish your drink, we must leave," Valerian made an exaggerated yawn.
Harry nodded, heart racing. He finished his drink in record time. Valerian whispered something in Alexandria's ear.
Alexandria nodded with a neutral expression on her face. She smiled secretly as Valerian took Harry by the hand.
Ooo la la!
Now it was her turn to put her plan into action.
"One moment, Val," Harry said, almost forgetting. He had to collect the Hallow Blade. They found Pollock at the pool house bar. Angelina and Oliver were in a corner kissing in the darkness.
Pollock nodded as he returned the blade. "A fantastic artifact," Pollock said.
"Thanks," Harry said. "Let's go."
Valerian grinned and took his arm. Harry felt the initial apparation pull, then their feet slammed back on the ground. He caught Valerian just before she fell. "Forgot. The Sword refuses fast travel."
"Oh fuck," Valerian said. "Give it to him. You will collect it another time."
"I prefer to leave this with Neville. Let's go find him."
They eventually found him. Neville was leading a pool rush. He was bare chested but still in his pants and boots. A few other students were also jumping in. The servants were securing wands and garments strewn haphazardly poolside.
"Fuck," Harry said. "He's drunk."
"Harry, come on!" Valerian said. Harry could feel her urgency.
Without hesitation he summoned Shadow Wing. A few party goers in the vicinity were forced to their knees. Harry gave the threstral the sword. The threstral bowed, and Harry draped the weapon's belt around its neck. It hung like a massive key suspended from a chain. "Go. Keep it safe," he ordered.
"Whoa!" Neville shouted as everyone stared at Harry. Valerian didn't hesitate. She grabbed his arm and the both of them vanished.
The side along apparition echoed in the strange hallway. Valerian kissed him. "Quickly," she said, throwing off her cape. "Follow me." She went up the stairs of the classical three storied house. There were books on basically every flat surface. Harry recognized the Peverell's insignia, the House Ollivander's crest, and a few portraits along the walls of family members. Valerian opened her bedroom door.
Harry was trying to acclimatize to the darkness within the room. Valerian lit a small bedside lantern. The room was clean, but lived in.
"So, this is me," Valerian said.
"It's nice," Harry said. He approached her. Valerian took off her tiara and watch and rest them gently in a large jewelry box. She turned around and lifted her hair off her neck.
"I hope you like your present," she said softly. There was a hint of fear in her voice. There was a very tiny red bow attached to the zip at the top of the back of the dress.
Harry held the bow and pulled it down gently. Valerian shrugged her arms out of the sleeves. The dress needed some cajoling to come off her hips. When it fell to the ground, Harry picked it up and draped it over the chair in the corner. There was another tiny bow at the hooks of her bra.
"You're wearing a bra," Harry said. He unhooked them.
"First time for everything," she said softly. Harry had said exactly the same thing when they went to the cinema. Magic was an awesome thing. Everything tied in to what she was giving him as his birthday present. She removed her bra and walked behind him.
"My turn," Valerian said as she took the jacket off his shoulders. She circled him with a light hand trailing on his shoulder. With shaking fingers she loosened his tie. She opened the buttons to his shirt, letting her fingers trail along the exposed skin. They kissed, Valerian pressing her breasts against his bare skin.
"Your skin is always so warm," she grinned against his lips.
"It's the phoenix magic," Harry said. A haze of lust made his blood pump through his veins.
"Mhmm... " she kissed his neck, and unbuckled his belt. Harry's pants fell down.
Harry couldn't believe it. This was happening.
She ran his hands along his back muscles. His hands traveled over her body. He caressed the tips of her breasts gently. She squirmed with the sensation.
"Oh," she gasped. "That's... warm."
Harry saw that her nipples were darker than he suspected. They were perfect.
"I- you're okay?"
"Mmhmm..." she said. She kissed him again, rubbing her panties against his tented boxers. She maneuvered her legs around the man downstairs and captured it between her thighs. Harry thought her softness was on fire.
Harry ran kisses down her neck, each of her breasts, her belly button. He gently pulled down the matching red underwear. He placed a delicate kiss right between her legs. Her legs trembled as she grabbed his hair.
"Whoa," she said. "Oh wow."
"You like that?" Harry asked.
"Yes, very much."
Harry spent a few minutes kissing, tasting, probing with lips and tongue. Valerian began to tremble. She abruptly sat down on the bed's edge. Harry gently pushed her back and got to his knees on the ground. With a firm hand, he put her left leg over his shoulder and draped it on his back. When he delved into her heat, she began to undulate.
"Go, go yes."
Her other leg hooked over his shoulder. She pulled his head closer, pressing him into her.
The grip on his hair tightened and her thighs pressed around his ears painfully. She began to undulate even faster, then began to moan. The moaning grew in intensity and her whole body shuddered in climax.
Something wet gushed along Harry's nose and face. Harry was surprised, to say the least. Valerian grabbed the edge of the mattress as tremors of pleasure ran through her body. Her leg muscles eased off his neck and ears. Harry felt her juices run against his mouth and chin a few times. She gasped, pulling the sheets off the bed and rolled over, pressing her thighs tightly against each other. She was shaking, eyes closed, her mouth gasping with delirium.
Harry didn't know if that was a good sign.
"You good?" Harry said.
Valerian nodded multiple times in a second. She opened her eyes and watched him. "That was... I didn't know that could happen." She watched his skin damp with moisture. "I'm so embarrassed!"
"I like it," Harry said. "It's you."
"You would be gentle, yes?" she said softly, shifting further up the bed. She held the sheet protectively against her chin, even though everything from abdomen down was still exposed.
Harry remembered what happened in the workshop. She freaked out. He wasn't going to allow it this time.
"Yes," Harry said. He climbed into bed, then took off his boxers. "Go ahead."
She touched him. Held him. Caressed him.
"This is... hot!" She began to stroke him up and down.
If Harry ever heard a signal to attack, that was it. He wiped her dampness from his face and kissed her neck. He passed his leg inbetween hers, opening her clamped together knees. He rubbed his thigh against the wet valley between her thighs.
Valerian moaned, then began to press herself against his leg. She began to gyrate back and forth, getting friction on that sensitive spot.
"Now..." she breathed. She squeezed him firmly, pumping. Harry draped his torso over her, placing both legs between hers. He let his length rest against her recently shaved area. It felt wonderful, the slight friction of the new growth tickling his sensitive skin.
He didn't want to feel arrogant, but he was pleased how far along the man downstairs rested against her abdomen. Valerian looked down and squirmed.
"I hear that it hurts," she said softly. "Do it," she commanded. She looked down at his penis. "I believe it stretches to accommodate?"
"It should," Harry said. He lifted her legs and put it around his waist. He pressed his thumb against the slightly swollen nub.
"Easy," she said, then her eyes closed. Harry gently rotated his thumb against her. When she began the moaning again, he pushed the tip inside.
"Yeah... right there..." she whispered. When she began to move her hips further on to him, taking him inside, he felt the blockage. He let her writhe underneath him while he massaged her gently.
"It's happening. I'm coming!" she said. When she moaned with her organism Harry shoved it in. She shrieked, her eyes bulging as she felt the sharp pain.
It felt like a warm muscle, pulling his skin back painfully. It didn't feel that good, to be honest. It was tight. Excruciatingly tight.
She cried softly, holding still for almost a minute. She squirmed uncomfortably in slow movements. "Easy there... it needs ... gentle... slow."
Harry once again began to rub her gently. Her frown relaxed and she bit her lip. Her hands began to rub her nipple, and her softness at the apex of her thighs. "I'll do it... you go ahead- Ah!"
Harry withdrew halfway, and pressed in again.
A sensation of bliss ran through his spine with that movement. That felt like heaven.
Again he withdrew, then pushed in.
And again.
Valerian's hips began to move. Slowly at first. Then she began to use her legs like strange pistons, up in the air, flexing hamstrings and thigh muscles.
And again. And again.
Valerian began to frantically rub her sweet spot. She began to gasp, louder and louder, with each thrust.
Harry grabbed her flailing legs and pushed them against her breasts. He began to thrust, hard, and machine gun fast.
She screamed and screamed as Harry had his way. When he felt it coming, he desperately pulled out. Harry pumped it hard and groaned.
A long line spat out. It made a stripe along the back of her thigh. Harry shoved her legs aside and kept pumping. Long squirts of man juice covered her abdomen, her chest, a bit on her hair and unfortunately, some fell into her right eye.
"Ack!" she screamed, hands reaching for something to get it out. The hot semen stung.
Harry's eyes rolled back into his head as the rest of his ejaculation dribbled unto her mound. He dropped back on his calves, spent. He tiredly opened his eyes. Valerian looked shell shocked.
"What was that?" she asked, using his underwear to gently clean her eye. She touched the cooling stickiness with her other hand. "What was that?! That's like.. a lot. Ah," she tried to wipe it from her forehead and hair but all she managed to do was spread it. "I need a towel or something!"
Harry snapped his fingers and a handkerchief manifested in his hand. He was speechless. His heart was racing, and his spine felt like a soft noodle. Never before did he shoot out so much.
Sex was the best thing ever.
His eyes opened and watched his first lover with a grin. A grin of success. She laughed at his expression.
"Oh my god can you look any more smug!" she grabbed the handkerchief from his fingers. She threw his underwear on the floor and began to delicately clean the corner of her eye. "That cum was literally hot- I hope my eye won't be like... damaged or anything."
"It is the phoenix magic," he repeated lamely. He felt and sounded like he was drunk. If he moved too fast he might just topple over, dead.
"Are you going to just sit there, like, just between my legs and gloat?" she quarreled. Harry snapped his fingers and another handkerchief appeared. He began to dab her area gently from the drying blood.
"Oooh, ouch," she hissed in pain. "Don't. I'll go wash off. Your dick is like a fire," she said softly. "It's like... really bloody hot."
"Sorry," Harry said. "You okay?" He shifted so that she could get her legs from around him.
"Hurts, yes..." she grimaced as she moved her legs. "All this- damn." She kept wiping stuff off her skin. "Its like..trying to hide everywhere."
Harry noted that a long clump of hair was stuck together. He pointed at it.
"What?" she asked. She reached for her hair and felt it sticky and wet. "I'll need to bathe."
"Can I help?"
"You'll want to do it again, if I let you in there. It's very tender right now," she winced as she stood up. "Can you promise not to... like... rush?"
"Sure," Harry said. He would do and say anything to be around her in her nakedness. She was even more magnificent in the firelight. Certain parts of her skin reflected the lamp light like a sheen.
Fuck. He really let her have everything.
He was getting hard again.
He would definitely need to find the protection spell, if such a thing existed.
"Val?" he called. "Um, I know you've now started to read... but did you come across anything like contraception?"
"Not how you think of it. From what I've researched, it doesn't exist. The only thing close is a brutal old school 'sucking' spell. That was a way pure bloods used to prevent their whores and slaves and lower bloods from getting pregnant. They literally stick their wands up there and... suck it out with magic."
"Damn," Harry cringed.
"Yes. It's painful, and a grave insult to witches, because of its original use... really demeaning. It's like magically calling a witch a prostitute."
"It does sound like a horrible spell."
"Most wizards who do it are right bastards, anyway," She smiled at him. "You did good, Dragonslayer. That thing with your mouth and hands... I felt like I was going to wet down the entire bed!"
Harry blushed. He didn't know women could, gush like that. And his first time too! What luck!
"So... about.. yeah. Safety. What do witches do?"
"Something called the Billings method," Valerian said. "It's a bit complicated, but it's based on our cycle. And... I think its very risky."
"Ah," Harry said. At least he had something to read on. He didn't like the idea of putting a condom on. Even though it seemed to work well with 99.9% of the rest of the world's population.
"Let's go shower, Harry," she kissed him on his shoulder. She smacked him on his bum. "You've got a nice tight build here. Good job." Harry's dick jumped. "Oh. You see? He wants more," she rubbed his hardening penis.
"I'll behave. Lead on."
A mile away, Tonks got up from her vantage point on the muggle office building, cancelling her hawk eye spell. She knew it was perverted to be spying on him during his special moment.
However, she had lost track of Valerian when the girl left his side to use the bathroom. She maintained an eye on Harry while Emmaline Vance kept watch on Neville the whole night. In that short space of time she couldn't be sure if this was the real Valerian, or a polyjuiced version of her target, Bellatrix Lestrange.
Considering Harry's performance and her reaction, she was now pretty much sure this was the real Valerian Goldstein.
But you never know. Dark witches are tricky.
Constant Vigilance.
Author's note: There ya go.
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