I realise that the chapters are probably a lot shorter than most people would like, but it's easier to get done that way at the moment. Ash Knight, you never know, I have been trying to find that name for a while and so it was with luck I found it on J.K. Rowlings web site! Anyway on with the show!

4 TEMPTATIONS

Lunch time came and as Harry knew the B&B wouldn't serve any, he went in search of a café to have something. He wandered around the streets for a while and then, bored, returned to the house. Approaching it, he stared critically at it, it was a nice big house, but it could use some renovations. The paint was peeling slightly and the front steps creaked as you walked in.

Harry had just decided to go to the beach for an hour, when his glimpsed an aura, ducking round behind the empty reception desk. Walking over to it, he peeked around behind and saw a little blonde girl, cowering behind the chair.

"Hey there," Harry said gently, "Why are you hiding back there? Did you lose your Mummy?"

The girl, who looked to be around five, shook her head fiercely and scurried back a bit.

"You don't have to be scared," Harry crouched down, thinking maybe his height was frightening her. "I won't hurt you, my name's Harry, what's yours?"

The girl stared at him with huge blue eyes and Harry realised that she was probably Emily's daughter; they had the same shaped faces.

"Is Emily your Mummy?" Harry asked.

The girl shook her head and tears poured down her face.

"Oh, don't cry," Harry was beginning to panic, this child was quite obviously terrified of something and if her aura was to be believed, she was the magical child he had been sensing. A faint glow shimmered around her body and then she disappeared. Harry blinked and then looked around the room.

The girl was nowhere in sight, she had disapparated, no wonder the magic detected here had been strong, it took a lot of energy to disapparate. Harry frowned, it also took a lot of training, so how could a five year old child do it. Standing up, Harry decided to forget subtlety. He walked over to the door he thought would lead him to the private rooms for the staff and after knocking gently, he pushed the door open.

Following his instincts he came to a halt outside the kitchen door, the girl had come in here, he could sense her. Walking into the room, he found Emily kneeling on the floor in front of the sobbing child.

"Um hi, I don't mean to interrupt," Harry said, drawing Emily's attention, "But I thought maybe she was hurt or something. She wouldn't tell me where her mother was."

"Oh that's okay Mr Potter," Emily stood up, lifting the girl in to her arms. "This is my niece, Sarah, she lives here with me."

"Hey Sarah, are you okay now?" Harry tried to catch her eyes. But she kept her head buried in her sister's shoulder. "I should, um go…but if I can help you with anything?

"That's alright," Emily smiled, "Sarah just has a vivid imagination, and she lets it frighten her sometimes."

Harry nodded and turned to leave, he would have to think of a way to get closer to them, and find out if they needed his help. As he was walking away, he heard a little voice whisper, "That's the bad man who made you forget, Em."

"Hush, he's just a guest," Emily replied, "I told you not to let your imagination run away again."

Harry stayed just outside the door and listened, was it possible she saw me obliviate her Aunt the last time I was here? He thought.

"Em, I saw him, he took away that other man, Mr Smith, and he had tied him up," Sarah was saying.

Harry decided he had to set the record straight, Sarah had witnessed the arrest of 'Mr Smith' and then watched her sisters memory being adapted.

"Hi, I couldn't help overhearing." Harry tried to keep his voice casual. "Um maybe we could go somewhere and talk?"

"Please don't worry yourself, Sarah will be fine. She just needs a nap," Emily passed him, still carrying the little girl. Then they disappeared up the stairs and Harry stood alone, wondering what to do next. He could just adapt Sarah's memory as well but that still didn't explain how she could disapparate. He decided to wait a while before he acted, he went back outside and walked down by the beach, thinking.

His mind should have been thinking about his current problem, but for some reason the only image that would come to his head was Emily's trousers, stretched tightly over her bottom as she knelt over her niece and the sound of her calming voice as she patiently spoke to the little girl. Harry grinned, it has defiantly been too long, I can't even concentrate on work, he thought.

Harry sent a letter to Dumbledore, explaining what had happened so far and giving him Emily and Sarah's names and approximate ages. Dumbledore would be able to trace any magical bloodlines in Sarah's family history. Harry paused to wonder why Sarah lived with her aunt instead of her parents. But decided to try and make friends with Emily, maybe he could get her to stop calling him Mr Potter, it reminded him of being back at school.

The next morning Harry went down to breakfast late, hoping that most of the guest would have gone out for the day. He wasn't disappointed when he entered the room, only two other tables were occupied, and they looked as thought they were ready to leave soon. Emily was still busy though, and he only managed a brief conversation, before she went back to work. He spotted Sarah, as the kitchen door swung open, she was watching him warily from inside the room.

He checked to see if anyone was watching and then he winked at her and raised his hand in front of the single white rose on a vase on his table. The rose turned yellow and he caught a glimpse of Sarah, staring open mouthed at him. The next time the door swung open he could see her whispering furiously to her aunt, gesturing towards his table. With another quick check around he changed the rose back to white.

Emily brought his tray and glanced at the flower before she returned to the kitchen. Harry just smiled and gave Sarah a little wave as she peeked out the door. After breakfast, Harry went out into the garden and sat near the windows, he knew that Sarah would be spying on him from inside the house. He checked around and picked up a rock, transfiguring it into a rabbit; he placed it on the ground and watched it hop about.

After a few minutes, the back door swung open and Sarah timidly walked out. She was clearly still afraid of him as she kept her distance. Harry transfigured another rabbit and waited.

"How are you doing that," Sarah's voice whispered quietly.

"Do you believe in magic?" Harry kept his voice quiet and light. Glancing at her he saw her nod. "Have you ever seen real magic before?"

He received another nod. "You saw me didn't you, when I came to take away Mr Smith?"

"You did something to Emily," Sarah said solemnly.

"I just made her forget," Harry replied, "Because magic is a secret, and it's my job to keep it that way."

"Are you a policeman?"

"Sort of, a wizard policeman," Harry replied, daring a look at the child, who had slowly edged closer to the rabbits. "The man, Mr Smith, he was an escaped prisoner, do you know what that is?"

"It means he ran away from jail," Sarah confirmed.

"That's right, and it was my job to catch him before he hurt anyone." Harry smiled as he watched her put a gentle hand on the rabbit. "I'm sorry if I scared you, I really didn't hurt your Aunt."

"Are you going to make me forget too?" The blue eyes stared at him, and Harry shook his head.

"No, I think that you might have some magic of your own," Harry replied.

"Emily says I just imagine it," Sarah replied sadly.

"Where are your parents? Why do you live here?" Harry asked.

"They died last year, in a car crash," Tears filled those blue eyes.

"Were you in the car with them?

"Yes, but I popped out before it went….on fire," Sarah stared at the two rabbits, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"I'm very sorry to hear that," Harry felt cruel for making her answer his questions. "Did they believe in magic?"

"I don't know, they never said so," Sarah thought about this, "But the strange things didn't happen until I came to live here."

"What sort of strange things?" Harry asked, "You don't have to be afraid to tell me."

"I…um…sometimes if I'm really scared," Sarah was whispering, "I end up someplace different, someplace where I won't be scared."

"Like yesterday, when you disapparated," Harry asked, "I mean when you disappeared and appeared near Emily?" and Sarah nodded.

"Sarah," Emily's voice carried over the garden, "Come on sweetie, or we'll run out of time."

Sarah jumped up and ran towards her Aunt's voice and then turned back and said, "We're going to the beach, would you like to come?"

"Yes," Harry stood up, "Yes, I would like that." He flicked his hands at the rabbits and turned them back into rocks.

"Ow, they were pretty, why did you get rid of them?" Sarah looked back in disappointment.

"They would have changed back eventually, besides they would eat all the flowers."

"Mr Potter, I hope Sarah hasn't been bothering you," Emily said.

"Please, call me Harry."

"Well, if you'll excuse us," She smiled.

"No, Emily, I asked Harry to come with us," Sarah said, tugging at her aunts arm, "He's lonely here, and it's boring."

Emily turned her attention to her niece, "I'm sure Mr ..er ..Harry has better things to do today."

"Actually no, Sarah's right, I am kinda bored," Harry smiled and started walking with them.

"Well, we were only going for a swim," Emily answered, her cheeks tinged a delicate pink.

"I haven't been to the beach yet," Harry smiled, hoping her blush meant she might find him attractive.

Sarah ran out ahead of them and Harry fell into step with Emily. "Sarah told me her parents died in a car crash."

"Yes, almost a year ago," Emily's eyes glazed. "It's a miracle she's alive, she was with them. But the police said she was thrown from the car as it went over the cliff."

"It must have been difficult for you," Harry replied quietly.

"My sister, Janice, she never let Sarah travel in the car without her seatbelt, but I guess God had other plans for Sarah, it was the first time she wasn't wearing one and ironically it saved her life."

"What caused the crash?"

"A young drunk driver, on the wrong side of the road, he forced them over the barrier," Emily replied quietly, "he wasn't even hurt."

They remained silent as they continued down to the beach, Harry was amazed at her simple grace and the love she obviously felt for her niece, His aunt had not been so generous.

Sarah started to strip off her t-shirt and shorts to reveal a pink swimsuit and then she hopped from one foot to the other waiting on the two adults to change. Emily blushed again as she too stripped down, but she revealed a tiny red bikini, and Harry could only stand and stare at her perfect figure. She was tall and slim with full breasts that somehow begged Harry to hold, they would fit into his hands perfectly. She had a golden tan and her skin looked silky smooth. Harry turned his back to hide his reaction to her and as he took off his jeans he transfigured his boxer shorts into trunks, and flung his clothes on top of the towel Emily had placed on the sand.

"Hurry up," Sarah shrieked excitedly, "Last one in is a rotten egg!" then she shrieked and ran towards the water with Emily chasing her. Harry was glad the water was quite cool; he wouldn't want his appreciation of Emily's stunning body to show. They played in the water and Harry couldn't remember when he had felt more relaxed. Well, he admitted to himself, not all of him was entirely relaxed.

He had never visited the beach as a child, but he relished in watching little Sarah, she was having a great time, and she too seemed relaxed and carefree. Unlike the scared little girl he had found the day before.

Emily declared that Sarah was shrivelled enough and led her back to the beach.