A/N: I wanted to make note, I am changing things in the story a bit - from those who read the original. I know I got a PM from a few of you and wanted to address. They are older, so I imagine them differently. Not to mention I am a totally different writer now than I was 5 years ago. Things are changing, but not the overall story. Please understand that ~kiz. /
Warnings: HP/OC relationship, rated M for adult themed scenes and ideas in story.
A/U. I don't own Harry Potter or the likes, if I did .. well could you imagine Harry a little t o o buff with those v-muscles. Y'know. That defined adonis belt? I could.
"Go ahead and save them all go and be the hero, standing tall all the people wait for you... It's your destiny." An Evil Angel and a Righteous Devil, The Collectors
"What are you doing?"
Abbrellya jumped about ten feet in the air as the words were snarled at her, she looked over her shoulder to see Bellatrix glaring with her hands on her hips and her mouth in a nasty snarl. Oh. Abbrellya had been looking around the place Riddle was holding his meetings at now, a rather exquisite manor really and she was about ten steps into the main hallway, a hallway that was very much off limits to the followers. "None of your business," Suri's smile replaced Abbrellya opened mouth gasp within a heartbeat, taking over for the other.
"I'm telling," Bellatrix laughed suddenly and turned running away from the entrance.
Abbrellya continued down the hallway, with a stiff nod at Suri in her mind, here in this setting she was a completely different person. She was Abbrellya Jakx Wayne - the double spy. Suri shone here, she loved it. It was just her type of area. She could be authoritative, she flirted with death, she was arrogant... she owned this world.
At the end of the hallway was a balcony, the place Suri wanted them to be. They turned facing the grounds before conjuring a glass a wine and listened to the voices at the end of the hallway. She could hear Riddle talking, cutting people off as his voice traveled while addressing Severus in his ever present bone chilling tone. Abbrellya retracted as she listened, letting Suri take full control, "Severus, I have to take care of something. We will be along shortly." When he joined her outside on the balcony he greeted her with a softer tone, "Miss Wayne."
"Riddle," she answered without glancing at him and took a drink of her glass.
After a pause he stepped up next to her, leaning against the railing as his dark red eyes scanned her, "I am sure Bellatrix told you, this area was off-limits?"
Suri turned her head to the side slightly and looked at him, finishing the glass of wine. "Yes, she told me."
Riddle gave a grunt, his eyes narrowing as he looked at her and he let out a low hum, "we need someone like you."
Suri chuckled, and sat the glass down before holding her pale arm out to the moonlight, "you can't brand me."
"Wh-what?" He sputtered, red eyes tracing her arm now.
She rolled her eyes, dropping her arm, "the mark thing, it won't stay on my skin."
"I want people to know.. You're mine," Riddle reached out long cold fingers wrapped around her wrist and pulled her arm up, his thumb resting and sliding over the skin, "I mean, you understand?"
Suri sneered, brushing him away, "you want my power, Riddle, not me." He blinked pulling back slightly, "how does it feel to not own a possession as good as me?"
Stop. Abbrellya groaned at Suri, a laugh came from the other.
Riddle was quiet as he watched her, he could feel a small shiver growing but he fought it down. How could someone so petite control him? How could someone so tiny be so powerful, how could he be scared? "No one thinks taking you as a Death Eater is a good idea."
"They are your people, Riddle. You command them, you do as you see fit." Suri coaxed, her eyes sweeping the area below them, "who are they to question you?" As much as she didn't want this, she had to. She needed to be here.
I really wish you wouldn't feed his ego...
Riddle glanced over, a dark and sinister smile on his lips and he held out his arm, "exactly. They are no one." Suri slipped her hand into the crook of his , "I have a meeting to conduct." He spoke before leading the way back to the front room.
Suri and Snape came to the back door of 12 Grimmauld Place, opening the door and slipping in, "clear?" Remus Lupin asked the moment they stepped in, the whole group had turned to see who was there.
"Yes," she answered, jerking the waiting glass of fire whisky from Molly Weasley, downing it in one drink as she stepped in. Thank you... Abbrellya forced into her mind and Suri gritted her teeth, "thank you Molly." Suri forced the smile on Abbrellya's lips and turned back to the table, nodding towards Dumbledore.
"Great!" Remus breathed in relief while squeezing his wife's hand.
"How did you get it cleared?" Nymphadora Tonks asked, peering around Remus, she was obsessed with Abbrellya and wore a huge smile at just the sight of the other girl.
Why is she so weird? Suri demanded, giving a small growl as she poured herself another drink.
Be nice, or let me out now. I'll be okay.
I'll be nice, just hurry up. Suri snapped back, Abbrellya had needed to re gather her strength from the encounter at the other meeting. It took a toll on her, projecting Suri so much while holding back the form. "I told Riddle I wasn't bearing a mark." Suri spoke carefully finishing her drink before looking around the table, "where is he?"
The table got very quiet and everyone was looking anywhere but at the girl, she knew Harry Potter wasn't in danger but he also wasn't where he was supposed to be. Which was right here in the middle of this meeting. "Where is Harry Potter?" Her hands shook and she slammed the tumbler down on the table, Suri was much easier to piss off than Abbrellya was.
Molly spoke up before anyone else could, "he is the front room with the others," her voice sounded distant to Suri who was heading towards the door, "he doesn't need to be here," she hurried to get out going the opposite way around the table towards the door.
"That is not your decision," Suri snarled, "everyone agreed, everyone invited him into this, he is part of this. This isn't your choice Molly," Suri was practically quivering with her anger, fist in tight clenches.
Calm down! Don't hurt her! Abbrellya was begging, trying to push out.
Molly glared with her hands on her hips, "it isn't yours either, you're not his mother!"
"Oh, you think you qualify?" Suri demanded from her, her hands coming up towards Molly but the scream from inside by Abbrellya made her freeze. Suri, stop. Please. She is so important to Harry... we'll lose him. Suri let out a huff as she stared two big black eyes looking right at Molly. Molly's face was pale, her hand on her throat, and Suri turned away ripping the door open, "Harry Potter!"
Harry came running into the room with wide smile on his lips, arms wrapping around her tightly, "Br- you're shaking?" He pulled back instantly and looked up at her, "oh, Suri." He peered into the room, "what's wrong, are you okay?"
"Come with me," was the only answer she gave to him slipping her fingers through his hand turning them into the room. "Sit down," she commanded, stopping at the chair and pulling it out for him. Harry sat and looked up at her quietly. Suri turned two wide, black eyes back to Dumbledore, "anyway where were we?" After she spoke she picked her glass back up, and grabbed the bottle of fire whisky off the counter, pouring herself a hearty glass and leaned back against the wall watching Harry who was looking at Dumbledore as he talked.
Should we do it...? Abbrellya asked suddenly and Suri focused in, ignoring the meeting.
What?
The bond?
I mean, I think you already know my answer. Suri chuckled and took a drink, he loves us.
I know. Abbrellya frowned internally, why does it scare me so much?
Because you love him too.
You don't?
I didn't say that, Suri took a drink, her eyes scanning over Harry as she thought watching the way he smiled at his godfather, I just want to complete it, so I don't have to worry about him getting bored and giving into Ginny. Or someone else. It would be one less thing for me to worry about and I could focus more on Riddle.
Abbrellya let out a sigh, what if he resents the choice?
He may. 20 years down the road... Suri frowned, setting the empty glass down, but I would rather have him hate me while being completely safe then have him be any type of compromised. Abby he spends half his day worried about why he isn't good enough for us, and the other half of his day how to prove he is. He should be focusing on school, on getting stronger, on quidditch, on... anything other than if his guardian likes him.
I.. Abbrellya fell quiet a moment, I wasn't sure what to get him for Christmas anyway.
Suri smiled internally and externally, tuning into the meeting again instantly growing mad when she heard it was the topic of rather Harry should stay part of the order. Severus and her matched eyes, and she rolled her eyes openly pushing off the wall gathering the attention of the group as she walked towards Harry. Molly grew rigged and glared, falling quiet.
"What is it you're scared of?" Suri asked, turning her eyes to the older woman, "of something he will hear?" Suri sighed, and reached across the table pulling the stack of papers towards her and opened the folder, flipping through the pages until she found the one she was looking for, "seeing something like this?"
"Abbrellya stop it," Snape started standing but Suri turned away from him the paper tight in her hand.
"You don't think he deserves to know?" Suri asked, and reached a hand out for Harry watching him flinch slightly she gritted her teeth as her palm slid along his skin.
"This isn't going to help anyone, Abby." Remus stood looking at her nervously.
Suri laughed, "I don't care about anyone else," she paused, "he, is all I care about."
"S-Suri," Harry whispered, his voice quivering as his eyes shot across the table.
"The whole world is resting on your shoulders, Harry," she continued, feeling the others gasp at her words, "everyone expects you to just know that, but they can't read your mind and I can. I don't understand why they would expect you to just know this, because for the last five years they have been promising you it's a joint effort. That they're all in this together."
Harry turned his eyes back to her, seeing the black eyes gone. Abbrellya stood before him, a frown on her features and a sadness in her touch, "the whole world expects you to believe they all have your back, but to know you're alone. They offer you things like this. Meetings for strategy, and closeness with Dumbledore and to hide you from the world so they don't think there is a threat but as long as you live Harry there is a threat. One of you have to die, but more than that."
Abbrellya eased closer, and slid onto his lap she leaned in closer and pressed her lips to his ear. She could feel his heartbeat speeding up. He was scared, he was scared of what she was going to say, "they expect you to die, because no one can help you. Except me."
After the meeting Harry was showing Abbrellya around the tall house, they peeked into each room and she had to admit she was surprised to find it had more rooms than she had thought. Harry had picked his dads old room, well it wasn't his specifically but it was the one he always stayed out and a lot of his stuff still littered the place and he was nervous to show it to her for some reason - even though the two of them had been sharing a set of rooms for almost 5 months now.
"Is this where you're going after school?" She asked him curiously as they walked up the stairs.
Harry shrugged, it had been the plan but with her in his life now.. maybe they would get a flat somewhere. "I don't know, Sirius has asked me to live with him - you see."
"He has?"
"Mmhm, that's why we're here."
"Do you see each other much?"
"It depends, Sirius tends to pop up randomly around the place but most of the time we barely ever cross paths. This is a huge home."
"Better than living at the Burrow I'd imagine."
"Hey," Harry laughed pushing the door to his chosen room open.
She chuckled, "I know, I know, they're your friends... I'm just saying, it would be absolute torture for me. Being crammed inside that place with all of them, Hermione's annoying nagging all the time and what with Ginny's ever present presence..."
"I get it, I get it." Harry sat on the edge of the bed and watched as Abbrellya glanced around the small room with a deep frown, "what?"
"I was just thinking about how small this place was, for the size of the house I mean."
"Ah," Harry chuckled, "it is rather dis-proportioned," he kicked his shoes off and leaned back on the bed, leaning against the wall, "c'mere?"
Abbrellya smiled and crossed the room, about to get on the bed when a knock sounded at the door, she glanced over in question pulling it open to find Ron, Hermione, and two identical gingers she didn't know standing there. "'Arry!" George called pushing past Abbrellya and into the room, the other three following him and when she turned around they were all crammed inside.
Abbrellya met eyes with Harry before giving him a soft smile, "I'll go spend time with Sev."
Harry woke suddenly, something felt wrong. Very right, but also very wrong. He squinted in the dark, trying to look around and see but he couldn't. It was useless without his glasses. Then he felt it again... did something lick me? He pushed up in a hurry, grabbing his glasses and shoving them in place frantically straining his eyes in the dark as yet another fissure of pleasure coursed through his body, "ummph!" He gasped out jerking his wand off the bedside table and lighting it instantly, he saw dark silky hair sliding along his leg and two gray eyes peeked up towards him with a smile, "Bre?!"
"Harry," she whispered and kissed his thigh, "how are you?"
Harry blinked a few times staring down at her, "wh-what?"
"Good," she nibbled on his skin up, towards his hips, and slid her hand over his abs, "I couldn't sleep."
"What are you doing?" Harry smiled, running his fingers through her hair.
Abbrellya chuckled, and kissed the bone of his hip, "practicing."
Harry quirked a brow setting his wand down and the two were encased in darkness once again, Abbrellya's hands were sliding along his hips and gripped at his boxers to slide them down. Harry lifted himself off the bed and when they were off and he was laid back down Abbrellya flicked her tongue out against his length.
She hadn't ever done this before but she had read a few books about things like this. She had an idea what to do, what guys liked anyway and she had asked Severus the other day - which was less awkward than her being between Harry's legs and trying to do it. Harry was ready. He had laid back and he was waiting, which if he was honest he was growing rather impatient. He felt he was being judged, he could feel her eyes on his body and it made him feel uncomfortable because it was no secret - at least among them - how good of eyesight the Guardian's had.
Abbrellya wasn't judging him but she was committing every part of his body to memory. He was fairly bigger than she had thought but also found it no surprise that he was proportionate to the rest of his body in size, he was the perfect guy - at least to her. She had a feeling even if he hadn't looked so damn model like she would still find him to be the perfect guy. She loved him.
Harry squirmed and looked down, "Bre?"
"Oh!" She whispered, "I forgot... I was admiring you," she said honestly and felt Harry's blush, "oh... was I not supposed to say that?"
"You're perfect," he whispered reaching down to slid his hands through her hair. Abbrellya nuzzled his hand before she felt him pushing down on her head and directing her in place. She opened her mouth, and slid her lips around his length hearing him hiss out his breath his head falling back. Abbrellya pushed him in until her lips were against his hips, she remembered Severus mentioning it was like a bobbing motion and she pulled back slowly before pushing him back into her mouth.
She could feel his hand growing tight in her hair, and she knew from his thoughts he wanted her to go faster. So she did, her head bobbing up and down his length until the hand fell from her head and she heard the fabric gripping next to her. She pulled him out completely and looked down in concern, "are you okay?"
"Oh, I was close," Harry breathed out, his grip falling from the bedding and looked down at her with a grin. It had a been a long while since he had felt something like that. A long while, it was overwhelming and quick.
"Close?"
"To finishing.." Harry explained, "like you did?"
"Oh," she nodded and wrapped a hand around his length stroking him slowly, her fingers soft and warm while her thumb ran over the tip of his cock, followed by her tongue. Harry let out a low moan, shuddering slightly.
"Oh babygirl," he breathed out and she watched his teeth clench, "I want you."
"Mm?"
Harry wrapped his hands around arms, and coaxed her up his body, "you're not going to tell me no, this time, are you?"
She shook her head, and kissed his cheek, "n-no."
Harry took her lips in a kiss, nibbling on her bottom lip while his hands trailed down her body and slid along her skin. She was still stroking his length with both hands making sure to keep all of him touched. Harry kissed her neck and pressed her into the mattress with a little force. Abbrellya gave into his control, molding herself to the bed as he forced her down and watched him get to his knees, his cock falling from her reach. She laid quietly, watching him slid his fingers over her nightie and then he pulled on a string untying the panties and took them off of her before his hand slid up between her leg...
"Harry!" Came a pounding on the other side of the door and Harry looked over towards it in shock, before back to Abbrellya who's face went from smiles to scowls in a matter of seconds. "Harry! It's Christmas!" The door handle jiggled and Harry looked over again at it.
"In a minute."
"A minute, it's Christmas!?"
"Uh.." Harry cleared his throat, "we're getting dressed be right down."
"Ok!"
Abbrellya blinked in shock looking up at him curiously, "we're going down there? Right now?"
"Well I mean...?"
Abbrellya got up and kissed his forehead, "of course, Harry." She answered before stroking his cheek, "Merry Christmas."
She gripped Harry's hand tighter and apparated the two to the end of Private Drive, Harry held Abbrellya's hand tightly leading the way, "you're shaking. Are you scared they won't approve of me, Harry?" She had wanted anything but being there, all morning had been filled with Hermione's voice talking about something she had read in the Prophet that involved the moving of Death Eaters through fields and how she feared there would be an attack, which caused Ron to get mad about the topic and was a fight. A fight that lasted through breakfast and grew to involve most of the people that was there that morning. Everyone but Harry and her - it seemed. Harry was doing a good job at avoiding her and blocking his thoughts, Abbrellya was growing antsy and rigid. Suri too.
Harry looked up about to scold her but saw a playful smile on her lips and gave a small chuckle stopping at the end of the driveway of number 4, "are you sure about this?" Harry was leading the two at a considerably slow pace up to the door.
"I'm sure, Harry, and it's just for one day. That's all," Abbrellya reached towards him and his breath caught in his throat. His eyes shutting slightly, and lips reaching towards her, she moved around him and pushed the doorbell before standing back straight and kissing his cheek.
Dudley pulled the door opened, looking a bit taken aback, "'Arry?" he asked staring at his younger and smaller cousin, sizing him up slightly - Harry wasn't the tiny and scrawny boy he had always picked on. His eyes caught sight of the two intertwined hands and he looked just past Harry to see Abbrellya, his face flushed and he stared open mouthed at the girl.
Harry groaned quietly, "Hey Big D."
"Dudley-kins, who is it?"
"Harry," Dudley called stepping back dumbly, his eyes still on Abbrellya.
"Harry who?" Vernon called back, Harry flushed and sighed wishing they hadn't come at all.
"Harry Potter!" Dudley answered, stepping back as the two moved off the porch to the inside of the house. Dudley turned to get his mother and father, but stopped when he realized they were at the front of the hallway looking down at the door.
Abbrellya quickly dropped Harry's hand and stepped forward, she was smiling that million-dollar-smile she wore, "Abbrellya Wayne," she started out an introduction while offering her hand to his uncle.
"Vernon Dursley," he answered taking her hand.
"I do hope I am not an inconvenience, Mr. Dursley, but I was just dying to meet you all," She spoke with a honey voice, polite as ever and Vernon smiled dragging his hands to her lips, Harry watched Abbrellya's face and for a split second a smirk flashed across her features before going back to the normal smile, he wouldn't have noticed if he hadn't been watching.
"You are no inconvenience, my dear. This is my son Dudley, and my wife Petunia." Vernon introduced the other two sweeping his out to present Dudley before them, if possible Dudley looked stupider than before as he was now staring wide-eyed at Abbrellya. Harry couldn't help but imagine drool coming from his mouth and snickered quietly receiving a quick glare from Vernon, glad to know that hasn't changed around here.
"What a pleasure," Abbrellya smiled and offered her hand to Petunia then to Dudley. Petunia took it gratefully shaking her hand and smiling but Dudley didn't move. He just stared. Abbrellya dropped her arm, and reached back for Harry smiling at him over her shoulder. "It's been a long day, I could do for a drink Mr. Dursley," she hinted as the small hallway grew quiet.
"Oh good, a girl with an appetite. Do come in!" Vernon spoke with a wide smile and ushered them in. Harry hadn't been there in almost three years, things had changed a lot. While his aunt stayed her same inane size, his uncle had slimmed down a bit, but the biggest change was Dudley. He was muscular, fit. Harry couldn't help but think if things were different between the two of them that Dudley might have been her type. Once they got to the parlor Vernon stepped up to the bar and poured Abbrellya a healthy glass of bourbon, one for himself and one for Dudley, and then as he was about to cork it he looked over at Harry, "want one boy?"
"No, thank you," Harry answered stuffing his hands in his pockets and watching Abbrellya take the glass with a wide smile as she sat down in the arm chair.
"You... both must be famished?" Petunia spoke from the door that led to the kitchen, "I know my sister always was after the trip."
"The trip?"
"From Hogwarts," Harry answered, "we've been out for a while," he added to his aunt, "we wanted to stop by for Christmas."
"Oh!" Petunia nodded, "we're having Christmas ham." She glanced around at the other two, "if you plan on staying for dinner?"
This is strange, my Aunt cooking for me? Harry nodded, "yeah, sure." Petunia took a step away from the conversation and into the kitchen the swinging door shutting behind her.
"So, Miss Wayne, what brings you here?"
"Well," she turned and looked at Harry again, smiling, he was across the room leaning against the wall watching her, "I wanted to meet Harry Potter's family."
"Ah," Vernon nodded slowly, "well we are so pleased to have you... both with you, Harry how long has it been boy?"
"Three years," he answered on impulse and Abbrellya froze. Once again if Harry hadn't been watching her it would have gone unnoticed.
"Three years," Vernon muttered and Harry watched Abbrellya blink back into the conversation, "yeah, it has been that long," he continued before looking at Abbrellya properly, "so, Miss Wayne what is it you do?"
"I am a professor's aide," Abbrellya finished her glass, and smiled, "Harry and I have become great friends."
"Oh, had he been staying with you during the holidays?"
Abbrellya shook her head with a small frown, "no he hasn't. I believe he stays with the Sirius often, but Harry has a voice..." She spoke pointedly, looking directly at him, "Harry?"
Harry wanted to scream, instead he took a slow breath and answered, "Sirius, yeah."
"Who is Sirius?" Dudley spoke up, looking over at Harry.
Harry cleared his throat, watching Abbrellya standing up to get herself more to drink, "my godfather, figured it was easier for you three if I was out of the way." He shrugged awkwardly, avoiding the gaze his aunt gave him as she rejoined the conversation and sat on the couch next to Vernon.
Abbrellya gathered Harry's attention, "sit down," she instructed nodding towards the chair she had just vacated, Harry stepped up and did as she said taking the seat secretly pleased she was joining him when she sat on his lap, "Petunia, your sister was Lily?" She asked like the topic wasn't off limits, like it was no big deal and to her this wasn't. Careful, babygirl.
Petunia nodded slowly, "yes ma'am," she said which shocked Harry, he looked up blinking in confusion. Harry and her had talked about his parents before so it wasn't the topic that had bothered him, she had even known them for a while before Harry was born and when he was a baby.
Abbrellya took a small drink from her refilled glass, "Lily was such an excellent student; it is amazing to watch Harry work." She spoke proudly of her Harry, turning to smile at him.
Vernon looked at her in shock, "you knew... his parents?"
"I was quiet close with the Potter's," she smiled.
Bre, Harry groaned in his mind, you have on bounds.
"Oh..." Vernon stared at her in shock.
"James was a hell of a player, it is no wonder Harry is so good at playing Seeker. He is such a natural on the field." She smiled looking back at him again, and then she finished her second drink. "Not that you would have any idea what I was talking about." Her frown was soft and she reached out cupping Harry's cheek with her right hand, a throat clear from across the room drew Harry's attention but not hers, it was so strange for him seeing her like that. She barely ever acted this way and especially in front of people. "So Dudley, what year are you?" She asked him and Dudley started talking about his education. Abbrellya listened intently. She smiled, nodded, 'oohed' and 'awed' at all the right times and feigned interest in story upon story from Dudley and Vernon, answered questions when they asked just as easy. Like this was all a second nature to her, nothing was out of reach for Abbrellya.
At some time into the conversation Harry found himself half asleep, leaning against her back he only woke when he felt her leaning back, his face getting smashed between her back and the chair. He blinked a few times to collect himself and looked up curiously, blushing when he caught Dudley staring at him. Abbrellya was oblivious though and he peered around her to see on her lap was a few pictures of Harry. Baby Harry, anyway. Abbrellya was glancing at them with a wide smile, "thank you Petunia."
"You're welcome."
"We have a few things for you three," Abbrellya said suddenly and jumped up from Harry's lap to grab her long, dark wool cloak. Fastened inside was her wand which she grabbed and then a few tiny parcels in her hand as well which she sat on the ground and with a flourish of her wand they grew to their normal size. Bre you're scaring them! Harry thought nervously, glancing to see Petunia staring, Vernon looking away nervously but Dudley watching with interest.
"Harry found these," she explained, "the other day we were shopping over in Diagon Alley," she paused a moment and shook her head, "nasty place, I hate it there. But he found these items and we picked them up for you three." She handed each of the packages to their rightful owner. Her smile was genuine as she rejoined Harry, leaning over to give him a small kiss before he adjusted with her on his lap.
She watched excitedly, Dudley would receive a new outfit. It was dark blue and silver - based of his favorite football team along with a book Abbrellya wanted to get him about quidditch, Petunia had received a clock much like the Weasley's, that had Vernon's and Dudley's name on it, and Vernon had received a few bounds of professional parchment with his name across the top in gold - the paper was enchanted as well to fix spelling errors and never wrinkle.
Abbrellya could barely contain her excitement and leaned forward when they finished, "surprisingly enough muggle football is very popular in the wizarding world," Abbrellya started and reached forward, "I got you this book because it is really similar to quidditch honestly, I figured you could explain muggle football to me and I could explain quidditch to you!"
Harry rolled his eyes, "I have no idea where she got that idea from," he started, having relaxed and joined into her good mood, "because she is trash at quidditch, Dudley."
Dudley laughed, "hey thanks man, I'm ready to learn."
Abbrellya stuck her tongue out at Harry and looked over at Petunia and Vernon, "Vernon your reports will never wrinkle and even more so they will never have a spelling error." She explained, "and if you need more just let us know and we can pick you up a new set anytime, and Petunia that clock we had customized for your family. It will help you keep track of them at all times, and should Dudley get married and have children we can add them to it." She explained, "I actually got this made for you so if you don't like it there is no pressure to entertain the idea, a good friend of Harry's has one for her children and I just absolutely adore it."
"No, I appreciate it - thank you," Petunia gave a small smile.
"Oh!" Abbrellya gasped and sat back, "they like them!"
"I heard," Harry smiled and kissed her cheek.
"Alright Dudley, ready for a lesson?" Abbrellya asked, standing up and grabbing her cloak, "we're going to kick Harry's arse."
Abbrellya was cramming everything imaginable into their break the two had already gone ice skating, saw the lights, shopped until they had too much stuff, played in the snow, spent Christmas day with Harry's family, and a whole day of baking the most ridiculous things. He couldn't have asked for a better time off from school and now they were on a date, a place Dudley had told the two about - it was perhaps their first actual date. Just the two of them, enjoying time together in a public place without anyone who knew their name.
"Harry," Abbrellya asked holding her wine glass up to take a drink, "why didn't you run away or go somewhere and turn them in?"
Harry shrugged, and took another bite of his food chewing thoughtfully, "I guess because I knew that they were all I had. I figured that life was better than no life without my real family." Harry sat his utensils down, and peered at her as she relaxed into the seat, "Abbrellya, if you have watched me for so long then… How come you never took me?"
She sighed, and reached for the bottle filling her glass up, "it wasn't that I didn't want to, Harry, but I couldn't. We can only catch glimpse of those we protect, you see. I watched you grow but through the words of a letter- so to speak. It is law that we can only present ourselves to those we protect when they come of age. I used to beg Sev to ask for you - but he couldn't."
Harry smiled softly, "I was just wondering, don't be upset. I'm sorry," he reached out and took her hand, "why do you enjoy drinking so much?"
Abbrellya chuckled, "it is the only type of food you all have that can alter me in anyway, and it really messes with Suri. Helps me control her better - she is very powerful. I like sweets too, though!" She exclaimed and as if on cue the waitress came over to clear up the plate Harry had been eating from.
"All done," she asked her hand hovering over Harry's as if to reach for his obviously empty plate.
Harry smirked, meeting my eyes with a small wink before he looked back at the waitress, "yes, ma'am, thank you."
Abbrellya was glaring at her, two piercing eyes glued to the hand that was now pressed to Harry's shoulder, "anything I can get you for dessert?" Abbrellya fought back her snarl as she glared, the waitresses shirt was lower than it had been when the two arrived and Abbrellya's nose tickled from the perfume that was suddenly coming from the girl.
"What do you have?"
"Anything," she purred, her lips forming a smile.
Harry caught her eyes, "anything you would like, Bre?" Abbrellya fought back the remark Suri was edging towards saying and shook her head, "just the check then," he answered dismissively and the waitress hurried off, "jealously is okay for you Bre, but Merlin save me should I get jealous!" Harry teased with a raised brow.
"You already know I cannot go anywhere, Harry," Abbrellya sighed, "but you, you are free for anyone to take, steal or whatever it is they wish to do. For now you're mine, and I'd really like to keep it that way."
"When will you ever understand that I don't want anyone else but you, Bre, that I love you?"
He loves to say that.. Abbreallya looked up, glare in place as she looked at the waitress who was approaching at a slow pace, she started to place the check on the table but Abbrellya reached out cutting her off with a card to pay and she took the hint hurrying off again.
"I could have," Harry froze, "actually, all I have is my wizarding money." He frowned apologetically and pushed back from the table, reaching out to take her chair for her.
"Harry Potter!?" A scream came and Harry glanced around in question, Abbrellya stood taking a look as well. How did someone notice him in a muggle restaurant?
Then before them was a boy about Harry's age, a younger one in tow. Both had blonde curly hair and were smiling widely up at Harry, "Oh..." Harry muttered under his breath as they approached, "Collin Creevy."
"Creevy?" Abbrellya asked trying to place the name when the boys shook his hand.
"Harry, would you come meet my parents?"
"Yeah, sure," Harry agreed with a small shrug then he looked down at Abbrellya, following Collin, "don't mind do you, they kind of worship me."
"No," she shrugged, "I hadn't noticed."
"Mother, Father, this is…"
Harry stepped forward, towards the man and women, offering his hand, "Harry Potter," he finished and then he looked at Abbrellya sliding his arm over her shoulder, "this is my Abbrellya."
"Hey," she reached out offering her hand, "Abbrellya Wayne."
Mrs. Creevy took her hand carefully and Mr. Creevy stood as soon as she said her name and bowed with a hurried, "Miss Wayne," on his lips. He was a cruel looking man, didn't fit his family at all and of course he knew her. What Death Eater didn't? "I do believe you live up to your name, Miss Wayne, as well as your kind..." He started, standing straight again his lips brushing over her knuckles. Abbrellya stared back trying to channel Suri for the Miss-Wayne-cold-stare. Shouldn't have drink this much.
"You know each other?" Mrs. Creevy asked wearing suspicion quite well.
Mr. Creevy chuckled, "why yes dear, we worked on a couple cases together at work." He answered her with what looked like a pointed look before turning back to the other two, "and, Mr. Potter it is a true pleasure to meet you at last."
"Well thank you, Mr. Creevy," Harry slipped into one of the chair's that Collin had pulled up for them, "where do you work at Mr. Creevy?"
"The Ministry," Mr. Creevy answered Harry, his eyes still trained to Abbrellya who was looking around the table, "I work with the Minister, himself."
Harry smiled in return, "that's awesome, I want to be an Auror I'll be heading for the exams next summer."
"That is, if you prove to live," Mr. Creevy's voice was tight as he said it his smirk in place and Harry glanced back at Abbrellya with a nervous look, "but of course, you will make a great Auror, Mr. Potter, and I'd be more than willing to give you a recommendation."
"You would do that for him, father?" Collin asked and Abbrellya feared the boy might burst with his excitement.
"Any friend of yours Collin is a friend of the family."
"Harry we should get going and let them get back to lunch," Abbrellya placed her hand on his shoulder, "thank you for meeting us, Mr. and Mrs. Creevy."
"Oh right, I'm sorry!" He excused him, jumping to his feet.
Creevy stood as well, "I look forward to hearing from you, Mr. Potter." He paused to bow again, his eyes holding Abbrellya's, "Miss Wayne, until next time." Abbrellya slipped her hand through Harry's without another word and led the two out of the restaurant.
"Get out of my kitchen!" Kreecher's gravely voice snapped at Harry, who was attempting to get a drink of water but couldn't even get more than two feet into the kitchen before the insults started, Sirius and Abbrellya had been in the front room chatting when they heard that. "Filthy mud-blood loving, blood traitor." The elf continued and Abbrellya felt a pang on her leg which put her on her feet instantly. Harry was rubbing his calf trying to plead with Kreecher when she jerked the kitchen door open so hard the wood of the door splintered. She stared through narrow, dark eyes, glaring down at the elf. Kreecher stared back up defiantly, his voice coming out in a growl, "get out!"
"Bre, Bre, stop," Harry was saying pushing on her arms but all she did was pick him up and spin him around, her breath coming out in burst of hot air.
"How dare you, you filthy animal!" She practically screamed down at the elf, hands in a fist and her body shaking, "that's my Harry." She hadn't met the elf before, hadn't even seen him only heard stories from Harry about how nasty we was.
The elf glared up at her, his eyes taking in her face as well as her stance, "filthy blood traitor lover."
"Stop, stop," Harry begged, "both of you. I'm fine, honest, Bre look." Abbrellya pushed him away, her skin growing hot as she shook and stepped towards the elf.
Kreecher's eyes scanned her face and then as if he just saw the mark he gasped and took a quick step back but it was too late. Abbrellya was shifting. Her hands were growing being replaced with talons, a set of scales we're covering her skin. It was slow a slower process than any time before and it was only because of how close Harry was to her and how easily he could be hurt. She could feel him moving closer, feel him reaching for her. Abbrellya growled as his energy brushed against her skin shaking off a shiver, "no." Her voice was different than he had ever heard it before, it growled out in an uncontrollable way and made Harry pull back. Kreecher was scanning the area for an escape made a beeline for the back door his fingers up to snap his apparation out, but Abbrellya was faster than him and gripped him by the arm, "what was that?"
"I'm sorry!" He gasped, the pain obviously etched across his face, "p-please."
"Don't say it again," she snarled, "to any of them."
"I won't. I won't!"
She dropped him to the ground and stepped back shrinking back down much quicker than she had started her transformation, letting out a shudder and a hum she reached into the cabinet and grabbed a glass handing it to Harry when she turned around, "go ahead Harry." Harry timidly took the cup from her and got his water, taking a small sip before looking at her, "we have dinner at Sev's tonight, Harry," she was standing at the door now, drinking from a glass of whisky, "what should I wear?"
"I uh?" Harry shrugged, finishing the water and nervously looked her over. He wasn't sure what to think as he looked at her, sometimes she was so hot and cold. It was hard to wrap his head around, first she practically killed the house elf and second she was normal and asking about dinner. He couldn't even begin to understand this, it was difficult. Maybe it is a good thing we waited... He thought as he scanned her body, "whatever you want Abby."
Abbrellya felt Suri shiver inside of her before the words were snarled at her, I told you Abbrellya! She couldn't speak, she didn't know what to say. Or how to say it. He didn't want her now? He... He was happy they waited, oh, If we lose him, Abbrellya, I swear it is going to be like living in hell.
We won't lose him.
We just might! Did you not just hear his thoughts! The other screamed and Abbrellya flinched back, heading through the door without another word to Harry.
It's your fault Suri and your overreacting to everything!
My overreacting to everything? Are you kidding me? Suri growled out, you overreact every time he touches you and now look at this. He is thinking it is a good thing you said no. He's going to be compromised! He's going to be weak!
We'll still be there for him, Suri. Always.
Not at our strongest! Suri gasped out, I already feel him pulling away. I feel myself growing weak. I'll be gone and you'll be left. I'll be laughed at, at home!
It happens all the time...
No, it doesn't. We get cast away, sure, but we're never thrown away. He's throwing me away because of you!
Abbrellya bit her lip, pulling her hand through her hair, calm down, I'll fix this.
Rape is even frowned upon in our world.
It's not rape... Abbrellya rolled her eyes, her nerves growing as she paced back in front of the bathroom mirror, it'll just be offering something he can't say no too. I have a plethora of Harry Potter information right inside my head: you. You tell me what to do and wear and stuff and it'll be great.
He's not wanting us, Abbrellya. There's a difference in appealing to the boy and forcing him because he's driven blind with lust.
He loves us.
You messed up and you're going to get him killed.
Abbrellya gripped the counter top staring in the mirror, her eyes locked with her own, I won't get him killed. But this is what I warned you against, Suri, he might change his mind.
He wouldn't have if you hadn't been so... you. Abby we're losing him.
You changed in front of him!
It's my job! Suri screamed and Abbrellya shut her eyes from the force, letting out a quiet groan, you're pushing him towards friends, you're treating him like a child and he's only doing what anyone else would do if they were rejected as much as you reject him. Dealing with it. And he's read enough to know it won't kill us, it'll just separate us.
Abbrellya and Suri both shared a singular thought and a singular cringe, unless he tells us to leave...
He wouldn't, he's not that type of guy, Abbrellya tried to reason but Suri was shaking her head for her.
I'd rather die, Abby, than be thrown out and only called down in times of danger. I hope he does.
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