Chapter 8: the one with a little lemon at the end

It's been two weeks since that day. Since the day the world would forever know me as the killer of ISIS.

I can still remember that day. I sigh and close my eyes, the pain, the tears, the blood on my hands, the blood I wiped on Ariale's blonde hair.

"Are you still with me Mr. Potter?" asked a kind voice.

I opened my eyes and saw my torturer. Mrs. Burnthart, a child psychologist. An elderly woman, widowed. A son and two grandchildren and also the best at what she does.

She and I have become close acquaintances this last two weeks. Court mandatory sessions mind you.

"Yes Mrs. Burnhart, of course I am," I smiled and sat up straight in my chair.

We were like this every day for the last two weeks. I would sit in this comfortable red leather chair and she would sit right opposite to me. We would greet each other and smile and she would then begin.

Usually she would give a speech about how it wasn't my fault or how victims feel guilt on actions they did not commit. I know this, I'm a self defence victim not a kidnapped victim.

But yet she insists. She talks and I listen. And for the last two weeks this has been the pattern. Sad.

Today it seems she takes on the topic of 'self image'. Oh joy.

"As I was saying Mr. Potter, a person's self image is all they have in the end. When alone or with friends, the way one views themselves is all anyone ever has. And as such, I would like to end today's session by giving you this assignment. I want you to answer this for me, who are you?"

I looked at the elderly woman in front of me. She always dressed rather elegantly, always in a manner that demanded respect from others at the mere sight of her. I studied her face, she's not joking.

"I see… very well, next week same time?" I quickly responded and got up.

The woman looked disappointed in my lack of reaction or question on her assignment. She got up, "yes Mr. Potter. See you then."

I nodded,"see you Mrs. Burnthart." And with that I buttoned my suit jacket and exited the purgatory like office room were time it seemed for me, stopped.

Outside the office tie resumed and I walked out of the clinic a happier person, glad to be out of their.

I left the building and on the road was a Mercedes-Benz E-Klasse. And yes they did spell class like that, I checked, twice. A chauffeur stood next to the door, "done already Mr. Potter?" asked the young man with a tipped hat.

"Yes Mr. Gallow, done." The man opened the door and I got into the back seat. Once he got into the drivers seat, we were off.

I don't really like muggle transport, to slow. But ever since the ISIS incident I have decided to keep up the image, just incase.

A lot has happened since then. I can still remember it now.


Flashback,

I held onto Ariale. I held her with my left hand and in my right was the sword I gutted the ISIS leader with. I held her tightly as if she was my life line to this world, and she held back just as tight.

After the last ISIS member fell the british police came inside with full force and got the remaining hostages out. I held onto Ariale and together we walked out and were left to sit on the back of an ambulance.

I sat there with Ariale and every time someone got close to us I lifted the sword to their face. I stared at them and eventually they backed of.

No one came close, not the medics or the policemen. Finally I saw a figure move out of the crowd, someone I recognized, someone everyone recognized.

It was the Prime Minister. Her ran to us, his bodyguards left behind. Her ran and the moment Ariale saw him she ran to him, out of my grip. She ran and jumped into his awaiting arms hugging him and crying into his shoulder, while her got to his knees crying in relief.

I smiled, my job was done. I closed my eyes and slowly I felt my exhaustion take over and knock me out.

I remember waking up at a local hospital. I was exhausted and the time there went like a breeze. I spent two days there, the first recovering from exhaustion and the second was spent by the MI6 interrogating me.

I told them a little lie.

I said that when the camera burst there were several men in cloaks that suddenly spread and shoot the ISIS men in the head. And when I saw my chance of saving my friend I took it.

I put on a few tears and a fake breakdown over the guilt and they bought it. The quickly left me alone and I just went on my merry way after that.

I got Grunnings to get me a scuffer and a car to use and also made sure my history was solid if anyone ever looked into it. And then came the day of my court hearing.

It was on the fourth day, kind of fast if you ask me. It wasn't even a trial if you ask me as the only thing I had to do was show up.

The four days till the hearing was a media frenzy. Basically open season for the papers, and my story was the hunt. They tried to get an interview with me, but I managed to avoid them thus far.

My story was out there for the world to see. I was soon and the 'Boy-Hero', kind of reminds me of the BWL title in the magical world, anyway. The media portrayed me as the golden boy, a perfect example of what a youth of England should be, a protector of his people.

And I suppose they like the fact that I killed a member of ISIS as well.

I disgusted me. I may not be a child on the inside, but to the rest of the world I am one. But then now they portray me as perfect as ideal, while the things I have done should be looked down upon. I killed a man, and they portray me as a hero? How twisted this world has become when the hero they need is a murderer.

I can to court, and the moment my case came up I knew I was going to win. I saw the looks the jury sent me, pride, envy and even lust in one young woman's case. I was their hero, against this war on terror, but I didn't want to be.

I now know who Harry felt, in the books. To be famous for something you hate. Harry was famous for not dying when his parents did, and I am famous for killing so many.

I am not bothered that I killed them, don't get me wrong. I don't lose any sleep over that fact, but what I do hate, is the fact that I had power, and I was the better person, and yet I couldn't find a way to be the better person.

I killed when I could have stopped them without so. They were scum, no there were worse than scum and they deserved to suffer, not die and have it end in a flash.


Present,

I relaxed into the leather seat of the car as it drove the Leaky Cauldron.

My thought ran rampant through my head as the scenery went by. And then Mrs. Burnthart's assignment came to my head, "who are you?"

That question bothered me.

The car pulled up in front of the pub and I quickly got out.

"Will that be all Mr. Potter?" asked Gallow.

"Yes Mr. Gallow, I'll call you if I need a ride," I said to the man who nodded and quickly drove of.

I checked my pocket and felt my new phone there. A samsung note 3. The year was 2010 and I needed to wait until I got the s5 like my previous life, but I have plenty of time.

Right now the phone was new and had only a few contact detail in it, but never the less I love it. But sadly when ever I am in a magical zone it become incredibly hard for me to use it. I still haven't figured out why it just shuts off, but I think it could be an awesome job to take up later.

I enter the pub and see Tom at the bar, "hey boss how was the hospital?"

"Can't complain Tom, how's business?" I asked as I shrugged my shoulders.

"Good, good. Had a nice night yesterday, which reminds me, boss we should probably get more furniture in here and also more… I don't know what's the word… class?"

I nodded, "I see… well Tom I have an assignment you might just like. I have a meeting with the goblins now, I'll tell you when I come back. Just be ready to leave when I come back."

"Will do boss."

And with that I went up to my room. The number 9 room in the Leaky Cauldron was much different that it originally was.

The work desk was now covered with my notes and sheets filled with spells and so on. I had a stack just for charms I learned and one for the potions ingredients I figured out.

There were books littered all over the room and my cauldron was hissing with a pink hiss. It was a basic healing potion, I decided to brew a lot, just in case.

I grabbed my cloak and put it over my suit and walked to the goblin bank, or more accurately my bank.

I walked up the marble steps along with a wizarding family and walked into the open doors of the bank.

It was a normal day there and everyone was minding their own work. I smiled at the goblins all working hard. The moment I stepped in the goblins looked at me from the corner of their eyes and quickly went back to work.

Graverunner quickly came up to me, "good morning Master Harry," her said bowing low.

I sighed, "Graverunner stop that. You may have tried to betray me but you are still a warrior of respectable talent, now bowing, understand?" I narrowed my eyes at the goblin.

"Of course sir," the warrior goblin quickly responded, "if you will follow me master Ragnok has been waiting for you along with the other great goblins."

I nooded and quickly we entered the main meeting room were my polyjuice double first entered. Every time I come here I swear I hold my wand tightly under my cloak in an effort to feel secure. They may be under my command, but I don't trust these goblins for one second.

I saw the 13 goblins there and smiled, "hello Rek, Harv, Kanr, Moke, Ahebw, Koiw, Makeb, Mekai, Popiqu, Quai, Kane, Boa and Drawg." I repeated each of their name without a mistake making them grumble.

"Good morning master," said each of the goblins through looks that could kill. I smiled they had to greet me like this, as master. I hated that term, I hate being and better than anyone, but to these goblins it was a reminder of their failure. And I needed to constantly remind them the result of what would happen if they cross me.

"And how are we today?" I asked as I took the head seat of the table with Ragnok on my right.

"Here are you details master," said Ragnok as her gave me my folder.

Name: Harry James Potter

Age: 10

Education: None

Status in bank: Customer, special agent of interest, Dept holder, friend of Gringotts, owner of Gringotts and master to goblins.

Vaults: 687 (trust vault), 34 (Potter family main vault), *209832 (formerly goblin Potvan's personal vault), *24529260 (formerly goblin Greenwash's vault), 2711997 (New vault of personal.)

In vault 2711997

10.6 billion galleons (from *209832 and *24529260 and Gringotts)

40028 books of unknown value (from the above mentioned vaults and vault 34)

439475 books of known ministery value (from the above mentioned values)

207 Potter heirlooms (from vault 34)

1 family history book (from vault 34)

89 sets of armor (from vault 34)

3 chests, unopened (from vault 34)

8 wands (from vault 34)

2009 male clothes (from vault 34)

30489 female clothes (from vault 34)

Deed to London plot # 449 (on rent)

An average of 5% in various company's mentioned in next page of document

1 Potter mansion, lost

1 Goblin forge (from *24529260)

8 goblin forged weapons (from *24529260)

9 goblin armors (from *209832)

80 sex toys (from *209832)

*20 billion galleons (from the joint 13 great goblin families)

2.8 million galleons deposited in vault monthly.

In vault 687

1 million galleons

In vault 34

20,000,020 million galleons from invested money (daily 1 million is added.)

Owns 90% of Gringotts

Owns 60% of Grunnings international cooperation, and is now owner.

Owns 100% of the Leaky cauldron and is now owner and is boss.

Owns 20% of The Daily Prophet (from the shares of the 13 great goblin families.)

Owns 25% of Borgin and Burkes (from the shares of the 13 great goblin families.)

Owns 70% of Cobb & Webb's (from the shares of the 13 great goblin families.) (pending repossession.)

Owns 30% of French oil (a french oiling company owned by muggles) (from the shares of the 13 great goblin families.)

Owns 40% of AZORE (british pharmacy company) (from the shares of the 13 great goblin families.)

Owns 35% of SONY (muggle gaming industry) (from the shares of the 13 great goblin families.)

Owns 90% of NIVARA (muggle clothing company started by muggle born on loan from goblins) (from the shares of the 13 great goblin families.)

Owns 50% of Sunblaze tec. (alternative energy company) (from the shares of the 13 great goblin families.)

Owns 20% of Manchester United (popular muggle sport) (from the shares of the 13 great goblin families.)

Owns 10% of MARVEL comics (popular muggle comic books) (from the shares of the 13 great goblin families.)

Owns 60% of Dynasty researchers (independently owned think tank) (from the shares of the 13 great goblin families.)

I put down the file and rubbed my temples. The great goblin families had a lot in a lot of things.

When I first got this report you wouldn't believe the things on it. It went on for pages on pages. So I decided to give back most of it as both a gesture of goodwill and a way to reduce my headache.

Some of the goblins were happy, others not so much. Luckily I don't give a damn and they only have themselves to blame for this.

I laid back on the chair and look at the goblins. A new plan came into my head. I turned to Ragnok, "Ragnok, does Gringotts have a muggle branch?"

The goblin prime raised an eyebrow, "no master it does not."

"Then how does gringotts deal with the muggle world?"

"We usually operate under a pseudonym, several when need be. That is how we accumulated so much of our wealth. What is it you are planning sir?"

"A muggle gringotts, under my name. One to help muggle borns and staffed by muggle borns. There is a big untapped labour force in the muggle born community and I wish to use it. Is this idea of mine possible?"

Ragnok discussed it with the other goblins for a while until finally he turned to me, "it would take time sir. A month at most. Moving so much money into the market will take more time, but with a few charms here and there and presto a new economy giant will be created. Shall I start the process?"

"Yes, and also I wish to put this new bank under a company I am starting up. The bank should be owned by the company."

"And this company's name?"

I smiled at this, "Marauders co."

After handing over the details to Ragnok I headed out and to my vault. I got into a special elevator designed just for my use and got to my new vault, which was now one of the most protected ones in the bank.

The elevator is located right under the door of the main meeting room of the 13 great goblins. It came above ground and once I was inside it took me down 12 floors before I reached the entrance to my vault.

If it was someone else the elevator would stop in between floors 7 and 8 and the person would be stuck there and if the thief tried to et out using magic, lets just say her would be in for an explosive surprise.

I got out of the elevator and the platform in front of me was short and right there was my giant vault door.

The door was a hemisphere and had one small keyhole in the center, but other than that it had no marking whatsoever on it.

Ragnok once told me me that vault doors were made out of things that could prevent magic. Iron was the cheapest and reduced magical interference the least. What my vault was made out of was the most magical resistive natural material on the planet, marble. My vault was 9 feet of pure marble, and behind each inch of the stone was a nasty little trap ready for any unwanted guests.

I took out my key and unlocked the door with the twist of my hand. The vault rumbled and slowly the marble hemisphere went down opening my vault to me.

Inside was a sea of golden galleons, remember when I told you how the money looked like in the old vault? How that had mountains of gold in it? Well this one had an ocean, I am seriously on the look out for a Scrooge McDuck swimming in there.

I took out my moleskin bag, god I really need a better purse, and filled it with around a million galleons. I couldn't yet take out anything else even though I am itching to try out some of the goblin weapons and armor in here I have to wait, for my 11th birthday, when I finally become an adult.

I finish my business and quickly leave the bank and make my way to the cauldron.

Inside Tom is there ready to move out, "ready when you are boss."

I nodded, "alright heres what you do Tom, go out into the muggle world and have a good time."

Tom looked at me whether I was crazy, "what boss?"

I smiled, "Tom muggles infact have so many more drinks than us. They have also a knack for getting the taste just right. I want you to go out today and into London and go into every club you can and get the recipes for the best drinks out there."

Tom nodded, "sure boss, but do you think they are just going to give me the recipes?"

I looked at Tom whether he was mad, "Tom, you're a wizard, persuade them."

Tom quickly got my message and left to go and get us some new drinks to be sold at the Leaky Cauldron. Was it unfair to send a wizard to pray on muggle bar keepers? Yes, but I didn't really care, after all if something really bad happens I can always take care of it.

I left the pub and called Gallow, my chauffeur, on my phone. I waited for only a moment and then the car had pulled the car around. I quickly got in, "were to Mr. Potter?"

"Grunnings Mr. Gallow," I replied.

Soon we were at the drill company headquarters and I found myself in my new office on the 12th floor.

My office was on the east side of the building giving a beautiful view of London and the sun as it sets. It was a simple office with a shelf in the corner for document and a table for me to use with a main seat behind and a sofa in front.

I just got comfortable when Mr. Foremen, acting CEO walked in, "morning Mr. Potter, and how are you-"

"-skip the pleasantries Mr. CEO I have a busy morning," I said waving the man over. I quickly looked over the weeks report.

"How is Ned doing in his new job?" I asked not looking up from the report.

"Quite well, her seems to adore you for giving him a chance to prove himself in the company."

"I see… and Walmack and his gang?"

Mr. Foremen visibly aged when I mentioned the gang members, he sat down in front of me and spoke, "difficult. I have made arrangements to improve the quality of life the girls have in the 'houses' but I still feel we have to do more."

I nodded, "we will. tell me if we don't ship their drugs and sold the 'houses' away and set the women working their free, how would they retaliate?"

Mr. Foremen rubbed his forehead, "they would try to harm our board of directors and then try to team up with another company to minimise their lose. They have money on their side, and a very long memory."

I laced my hands and began to think. These guys, the Walmack family, they didn't seem as if they were hard time crooks, just drug peddlers and rich kids. Maybe I can scare them… I need some time.

"Mr. Foremen I want you to stop the drug shipments, now. Also every other illegal shipment we are doing is to be stopped and all goods ceased, I want them, send it all to a secure location and call me when it is done, you have my number?" the man nodded, "good. Now that that's taken care of its the matter of the girls, any suggestions?"

CEO shook his head, "none. We can't move until we can secure them all, and to do that we need to confuse the Walmack family."

I nodded, an idea coming into my head, "can you get me a file of all the companies they have a stock in?"

The CEO looked at me in shock, "yes, I can have it within the hour. Why"

"I just have a plan in mind," I replied back with a little smile.

"No, you can't mean- no."

"Wait and see Mr. Foremen, wait and see. Also I want to merge Grunnings into a new company of mine to the scene branch, Grunnings will change from a primary production company to a shipping and machinery company, we have the tools and the faculty. Make use of the factories we have, we are not going to just make drills anymore."

Foremen took out a notepad and started writing this all down," merging with a new company, in the company's science branch. Also will now focus on producing more than just drills and shipping. This is a big move, we will have to run it by the board."

I nodded from my seat and started sipping a cup of coffee an assistant just brought in, "do it, and while you're at it tell Walmack I am buying his shares."

Foremen smiled, "alright, one last thing. What's the name of this company?"

I looked up from my cup of coffee, "Marauders co."


Monday,

It's funny, I'm a millionaire, no strike that, I'm a billionaire and yet here I am in school Monday morning.

I'm in my usual seat in class, Veronica and Taylor haven't yet come to school. Infact when I showed up the teached were worried I was coming back to early and even asked whether I wanted to skip the last few months left in the term.

It didn't matter really. Honestly I didn't know what was wrong with me when I wanted to come to school. I guess I've just been too tired. Too much time alone makes me recall that day. Nightmares are a pain.

I suppose I do need some psychiatric evaluation done, even fully grown men need some way to express their feelings. Honestly what is wrong with me? I have never been this way before, never in a million years was I this weak.

But is showing emotions weakness? I have seen so many movies and stories were showing emotions made a person strong thereby teaching a lesson to people or what not, but from what I have seen from people, not showing ones emotions, that is the true way to handle any situation.

I look around the class, and suddenly all eyes look away from me and at something else. I hate the stares, god it's bad now imagine Hogwarts.

And then theres Hogwarts, that castle. Lately I have been wondering should I even go there? Why should I? I'm learning magic on my own, in fact I'm about to complete the first year material in a few days time. And there is no reason for me to go there.

Sure it is a school of magic, but honestly other than that what's so great about it? I don't know this past few days… I honestly don't know why I even bother anymore.

"Who are you?" Mrs. Burnthart's question rung through my head. Who am I? Some stranger thrown into a world that is not my own to change it in a body not of my own?

Suddenly the door opened and Ms. Sexy walked in, she did not look happy. But even in my down mood I could still appreciate those damn nice curves. I swear one of these days I am going to grab those hips and my hips so much that I am going to get a fractured pelvis.

"Good morning class," she said standing in front of the desk bending down just a little to give me a nice view of her cleavage. God just like watermelons.

"Good morning Ms. Sexy," the class replied back. I had to hold back a laugh, god this prank has gone on long enough.

Naturally Ms. Sexy ignored them and continued, "okay class as you know the trip to Buckingham palace is this Saturday and as such the time has come to pick to person who will get to meet the Prime Minister," she looked at her file and sighed, "and that person is, and I cannot believe I am going to say this, Harry James Potter."

I smiled, "thank you ma'am I will try not to disgrace the school's name," I then sat back down quietly.

The students looked at me, I suppose I am acting out of character lately, but I am exhausted so I don't really care. Ms. Sexy looked at me funny, but continued with the lesson of the day and I continued to stare at her ass when is not looking.


Grunnings Board meeting-

Walmack growled, "where is that useless owner of ours? Isn't her supposed to be here?"

Foremen frowned. Ever since Harry Potter, the genius in his opinion, came into Grunnings, her was anything but useless. Harry was just the breath of fresh air Grunnings needed.

"He has school," said Mr. Foremen as he sat down on the main seat.

"Yes that right, he's still a school kid right, I forgot," said Walmack as her smirked.

"That may be true, but he still managed to buy Grunnings right from under our noses," said Amada Frek.

"Yes and let's not forget her saved the Prime Minister's daughter from ISIS," said Mr. Mason the new vice CEO.

"Yes, it's sad we can't tell people that our new owner is a person of such caliber," replied one Mars Dev, "imagine the boost out stocks would get if we told our new head was not only a resident genius but also a hero at the age of 10."

Foremen nodded, "yes it would be useful, but Harry specifically told us not to do so. Her wants his privacy, and thought her may not have much now, if he was outed at the head of Grunnings her would have none, now one to the topic at hand," that caught everyone's attention.

Foremen stood up and walked around the room giving each member a folder, except Walmack.

"Where's mine?" asked Walmack.

"Ah yes, you see Mr. Walmack only members of the board get the plans for the companys future, we don't give it to outsiders," said Foremen with an all knowing smile.

"But I'm a member of the bloody board!" Walmack stood up and punched the table.

"Not as of 9 am today morning you're not, didn't you get the memo?" said Mr. Foremen with a smirk on his face, "now please leave before I have to call security."

Walmack looked at the board members all looking between the CEO and the mob member. Eventually Walmack knew when he was beaten and got up and exited the building vowing revenge.

"Now that that problem is gone, please open your documents ladies and gentlemen and lets begin."

The said document was titled: Merging of Grunnings in Science department of Marauders co.


With Walmack,

Tony Walmack took out his phone and and his right hand man, "Jones! Grunnings just screwed me! I need you to find a company to replace them for shipping the 'stuff', got it?"

Jones's reply came back in a shaking voice, "I-I can't boss,"

"WHAT?! Why not?!"

"Because they bought every thing boss."

"What?!"

"Yeah boss, this morning a person came in every company we own stock in and bought it, they now own 65% of the all the companies that use the dock, and the 35% they didn't buy belong to the Marone family, were fucked boss."

Tony dropped his phone and looked out at space, h-her was checkmated, by a kid?


School,

I checked my watch, it was 1 pm, which means Walmack just found out how royally screwed he was. Good, now I can work to help those women in the whore houses.

I looked up and saw Ms. Sexy go on and on about the Moghul empire and what they did. I knew this already so I just enjoyed the view of her ass as she walked. Ah I like big butts and I cannot lie.

Soon school was over and my six hours of peace and quiet was broken. I had to get back to my life and do all the difficult things that needed to be done, and quite frankly I don't know why I still do it.

But just as I was about to pack up and leave Ms. Sexy asked me to stay behind. Ohh she asked my to stay behind, maybe she could teach me something, give me 'private lessons'.

She looked at me and I at her and for a moment all was quiet.

"You're acting very strangely Mr. Potter," she said finally.

"Yes sorry about that, I'm still reeling from the whole ISIS thing," wait why did I just say that? Why did I just tell her the truth?

Ms. Sexy just nodded, "I understand Mr. Potter, I'm here if you need to talk with someone."

I nodded and turned to leave, when I remembered something. I turned to Ms. Sexy, "Ms. Sexy do you remember out bet?"

At this she became as straight as a board and looked at me. "Haha, guess you remembered, fine what do you want me to do? Give you full marks? Because you are already doing pretty good on that front."

"No, I want you to," what should I ask her to do? Lately I have been able to get most of my old personality back, just little things like they way I used to think and the pervy thought, and because of that I had a wicked idea which would probably get me a slap, but…."I want a blowjob."

Ms. Sexy stopped smiling and looked at me, "w-what?"

"I want you to give me a blowjob Ms. Sexy," I replied while putting my bag down and sitting back on my seat and pushing the desk away from me to give her an easy access.

"D-DO you have any idea what you just asked?!"

I covered my ears at her screaming, "yes I do, and I expect you to hold up your part of the deal Ms. Sexy."

She looked at my face then suddenly to my crotch, which was starting to twitch. I was so excited, and not just the boner way to, even if she said no and kicked my behind I would have still asked my teacher to blow me, do you know how awesome that is?!

"I refuse to do it," she said folding her arms.

"That is your choice Ms. Sexy, but you did promise me, and you really should break your promise to a student, that would be sad."

"You are my student Harry, I can't do this, besides can you even get it up?!"

I smirked,"Harry is it? For as long as I knew you you have always and me Mr. Potter, and yes Ms. Sexy I can get it up, and very much up if I do say so myself."

Sexy looked at me and once again her eyes went to my dick, "y-you can't be serious, I refuse!"

"So Sirius is my godfather, and I am not joking. You promised me ma'am."

"And if I refuse?"

"I'll go to the principal."

"What about?!"

"They way you dress, it's a little on the arousing side ma'am, not that I mind, it's actually on of the only reasons I even come to school."

Sexy looked down at herself, "what? I am not revealing anything!"

"Ma'am you are wearing black underwear today with flowers on them and Friday was purple, the day before that was dark green and the day before-"

"-Alright enough! You made my point, but why should the principle even care what you say?"

"Because I'm the 10 year old who saved the Prime Minister's daughter. Her wouldn't want to get on the bad side of someone like me, one word from me and this school is out. So Ms. Sexy, what do you say?"

Sexy looked at me, she didn't really have a choice, a bet was a bet.

Sexy decided if she was going to do this she was going to do this her way. She smiled a seducing smile which put me off gaurd. She walked up to me, her hips shaking much more than they needed to.

She traced my face, "you want me little Harry?"

I looked at her shocked at her sexy voice, "yes Ms. Sexy."

She leaned in close pressing her boobs on my chest and blew warm air into my ear whispering, "you sure?"

I felt my hand move and suddenly my left hand was in deep inside the soft mold of her right breast. I squeezed and pulled and suddenly Sexy moaned into my ear.

Sexy pulled away from me, "lets do this then."

She reached her hands down and slowly undid my pants. I could feel her warm hands as it reached and pulled my pants down leaving only my boxers on which was now holding back my erection with all its might.

She looked at it and slowly she reached and caught the top of my boxers and slowly pulled it down and when it came of my mass came up with full force and smaked Sexy on the check.

Sexy looked at the object now lying on her cheek. Slowly she reached and grabbed it with a gentle touch. She looked at my erect 8 inch dick in her hands.

"I-I've never seen something so, so big," she stuttered out as she stroked me up and down.

I was getting agitated and need this right now, "Ms. Sexy, I did ask for a blowjob."

She looked up and then back at my dick. She got close to it and paused as her nose was right over my tip. She took a deep breath and suddenly with closed eyes she swallowed my head.

I felt her tongue lick the bottom as my top hit her mouth, she then slowly took me in deeper. She bobbed her head up and down swirling her tongue and licking the tip.

She pulled out with a pop and then licked me from base to tip in one motion and started sucking my dick from bottom to top.

Sexy then placed her head over my dick and in one go took the entire length in. She supported her gag reflex and held it there for a full ten seconds.

Her moved once again and I was so close. I grabbed her head, shocking her, and pushed her down and suddenly my warm seed flew out and into her throat. I held her there and after the last of my sperm was out and my dick finally stopped twitch I let go.

Sexy slowly pulled away forming strings of cum from my dic to her mouth. She sucked the strings of cum into her mouth and swallowed.

Sexy then moved over my head and started sucking my dick again.

"What are you doing?" I asked curious.

After a second she removed her mouth from my dick and answered, "when a guys cums theres always a little left inside, if I didn't get it out it would cause you pain when you piss."

"I see, thank you Ms. Sexy, consider the deal fulfilled."

Sexy nodded and looked at my dick once again, "you sure are big for a 10 year old, one can only imagine how you are when fully grown." Sexy bent down and kissed my dick once again and then sucked in my limp member into her mouth and let go with a pop.

Sexy stood up and walked to her desk and grabbed her bag. I pulled up my boxers and pants and slung my bag on.

We both left the classroom and with a polite good bye we left with smiles on our faces. I was smiling because I just got my first of hopefully many blowjobs and Ms. Sexy was smiling because she just had something delicious for lunch, and she might just become addicted.

I took the old route I used to take, my mind filled with other things at the moment, and before I knew it I was in front of Privet Drive No. 4 again.

I looked on at the house. I hadn't been in here since Vernon was sent god knows where. I spent most of my time at the Leaky Cauldron or the Bank or Grunnings. I slept in my room at the Cauldron, never stopping, else the memory of this place come up.

I go to the front door and took out my key chain. It's the one with the thunderbolt on it, a gift from Tom. I opened the door and entered in. Everything was the same. The furniture, the pictures, even the goddamn curtains.

I hate those curtains. Their designs are horrible, some sick smap green with dead looking flowers. At least they match the wall paper.

If I could burn this place down I would. But a fire would cause questions with Dumbledore, and that was the last thing I needed. It was pure luck Dumbledore hadn't read about me saving Ariale, but I am not one to rely on luck all the time.

I sat down in front of the cupboard under the stairs. that place was Harrys prison and my birth. I had been thinking about this for a long time, what if I'm not real? What if this is all a dream made real by Harry's magic?

Harry would want to be free, to be incharge like anyone would in his situation, so maybe I'm just an illusion by his magic? after all magic is the impossible given form.

No!

NO!

I will not let this world swole me whole! I won't! I deserve a place in this world, just as much as Harry. If Harry come back into this body eventually then well and good, but until then this is my life, and I will goddamn live it.

But I have to be careful. I have to focus, balance myself between work and play. Being a better Harry Potter and being a better me. The only one I'll let swallow me whole is Ms. Sexy. Hehe. God help me.

I smiled as I looked at the cupboard and smiled. I had to find a middle ground, between the life Harry Potter would have lead and the one I will lead. And with that I decided who I a going to be.

Who I am.

I got up and went upstairs and opened the doors, there was a lot of junk in here, it needs to go, all of it. I called Foremen and asked him the number of a movers company. Soon they arrived and by the end of the next all of Dursleys stuff had been removed from the house and put in the junk yard in a giant pile.

I stood in front of the mountain of junk. I dossed it in gasoline and cast a fireball spell at it setting it ablaze.

I watched the mountain of bad memories burn away and I smiled. The junk burned for the rest of the night and I just stood there looking at the flames dance.


Saturday,

Psychiatrist office,

"So Mr. Potter," asked Mrs. Burnthart, "have you decided who you are?"

I smiled, "yes, I did, I am," I thought of all the things Harry was and all the things I wanted to be. There were not that many similarities between us, but there was one thing we would do without a question, "I am a protector. That is my job, I saved Ariale and killed that man to save her, to protect her from those that would do her harm. I am Harry Potter the protector."


Please note this chapter will compensate for the one that will not be released on 30/11/14 as this Sunday marks the beginning of my examinations

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