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Part I: Bitter-Sweet Dreams

Chapter 9

Blaise's birthday was fast approaching, but she did not seem too excited about it. She was still exceedingly guilty about hitting Harry. When they woke up the next morning, she had made it a point to kiss him as often as possible, either on the cheek or on the lips, while apologizing and touching the faintly bruised skin softly.

Harry cooked breakfast again, but this time Blaise was there, helping some as he made omelets, and Blaise's mother came in some time later, still in her nightshirt and slippers. The shirt came down to just above her knees, and her hair had come down at some point, and even still, Harry kept having to remind himself that that was his girlfriend's mother. She was beautiful in an understated way, a bit more earthy than Blaise, but they had the same body type from what he could tell, and looked a lot more like sisters.

"Making eyes at my mother, Potter?" Blaise asked, seeming serious.

"Who knows." He muttered, and Blaise locked eyes with her mother and raised an eyebrow. Her mother, for the most part, smiled softly, trying to get her hair into some hasty style, while not really paying too much attention, as her mind was stuck on the white-haired figure who she had spoken to the previous day. Even unable to read his eyes, he had looked so forlorn, so lost. Like a traveler that had wandered so much that he forgot where he had come from, and now wandered for no other reason than he knew nothing else. He killed because that was all he knew. She was broken out of looking at how much Harry had begun to look like Kyoto, when she was called.

"Ms. Zabini…" Harry seemed to have something to say to her.

"Jamie."

"Huh?" He looked at her in confusion.

"If you have to call me anything, then you should call me Jamie. I won't have you going around here calling me 'Missus' or 'Miss' anything. I am no longer married, and if anyone has the right to call me something different, it is you."

"Uh…ok…Jamie. What would you like in your omelet?" He questioned her unsurely. She smiled before standing and walked toward him. "You two go, I will finish up making breakfast, and then I will just bring it up to Blaise's room. You two stay up there." And with that she started work. When Harry didn't move immediately, she bumped him with her hip, and he stumbled a bit, before taking the hint, as she threw him a smile over her shoulder, and he went up the stairs.

Blaise was sitting on the bed, looking at the door as if waiting for him to come in. She motioned for him to close the door, before falling back and laughing. He stared at her, as he leaned against the closed door, gripped by complete confusion. "Blaise, what is so funny?"

"I can't believe you are starting to get a crush on my mum. That is…funny in a very weird kind of way." She finished speaking and stopped laughing, before leaning back in her seated position on the bed, putting all of her weight on her arms, and then she raised one arm and a single finger from her hand, and curled it, beckoning him to her. He walked toward her with a smile at her sexy look, and she parted her knees, and he was soon held to her by her legs being wrapped around him, and she took his collar in her hand and pulled him down to kiss her. And before long, he was laying atop her, both caught up in their kissing.

Suddenly, they stopped. Blaise had pulled back from the kissing, and was looking at him. "What? Is something wrong?"

"Harry." It was a statement. And then she smiled weakly, before adopting this unsure look he had rarely seen on her face. "Harry, I know you don't know what love is…you shouldn't. And I don't know much either. My mother, Merlin do I care for her, has to psychoanalyze love before she can believe it, and I grew up like that. But I realized with you…love isn't able to be analyzed and broken down. Because it doesn't make any sense at all. And I know you don't know love, and I knew little about it…but I'm willing to learn with you…if you'll let me." It was a question. It wasn't phrased as one, but he knew a question when he heard it. She was asking his permission to be in love with him.

Harry looked at her, her eyes that were a mahogany color that had the deepest glow of maroon somewhere if the light caught them right, and her light colored hair. The splattering of pale brown freckles across her nose and cheeks, just enough to be cute to him. And her lips that he loved to lose himself in, lose himself in the comfort they provided. Hide behind the shield that was her caring about him, hide there from the attacks of the world.

"Blaise…if you will let me…might I learn along with you? Will you let me learn, through you…no, not through, with. Will you let me be with you, Blaise?"

Blaise looked into his eyes deeply, tears shimmering in her eyes. "Merlin I didn't want to be one of those cliché girls who gives up her virginity to the first guy she loves and who says they love her back, but…I don't know, it feels right. Besides…I don't know. I can feel it. You might not know what love is, but I can feel your heart. I can feel it in my own heart that the piece of my heart I gave to you was replaced with the part you gave me. And I thank you for that."

And tears fell from her eyes, and it took Harry a moment to realize that he was tearing up as well. She opened her mouth to say something again, and he smirked at her. "Too much talking, not enough snogging." And he leaned down and kissed away her tears, before he started down to her neck, and attached himself to the spot on her neck that made her lose all control over her ability to speak.

After pulling back, she was allowed to speak again. "I was going to say, I am not giving it up on my birthday, or yours, that seems kind of…wrong. So…how about we just go from here, and see if we get stopped, and if we don't, then it was meant to happen." Blaise smiled before pulling off the shirt she had been wearing, another of Harry's. She slipped down the short little sweat shorts she had been wearing as well, before stripping Harry of his black sweatpants.

And as he leaned down to kiss her once more before they both disappeared under the blankets, He showed a great smile, and then gave her a tickling along her ribs, just to break the tension of the situation.

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Blaise left the bed still a virgin, but not for lack of opportunity. Blaise's mother did not come up to the room. Minerva had taught her a charm that, when placed on a closed door, would tell whether it was alright to enter a room, based on the decency as well as the pulse rate of the people in the area in question. It told her to head back downstairs and leave the two in the room to their own.

There was a lot of exploring of the other person's body under the covers of the girl's room. And they both came out enlightened on how the opposite sex operated. Still sweaty regardless, and not very shy about their bodies anymore, they headed into the bathroom. Filling the tub again, and foregoing the bubbles this time, they both got in and washed up before draining the water and filling it again, this time to just relax in. Harry found Blaise wrapped in his arms, her sitting on his lap.

There was little to no embarrassment when her constant teasing caused a reaction, instead he threw her into the water, her head going under and everything. He pulled her out, laughing as her hair, which she had taken great attention to making sure stayed dry was soaked, and then took to attacking her collarbone with his mouth, causing her to moan and eventually just wither completely and sink against him. All the while as he did this, he told her how much he cared about her, and muttering other such affectionate words and terms, and he laughed at her plight, as she was put into such a state.

"You win. Now either stop or bad things will come of this." Harry grinned and continued for a moment, just to see what she would do. And she looked into his eyes from her heavy-lidded ones, and then she seemed to rise up a bit. "I love you." Were her only words, before suddenly she dropped down again.

And with a wince, he stared at her, as her body joined with his in more ways than one. And it took him until she smiled at his completely shocked face to realize something.

Blaise was giving him her virginity.

And leaning in to her, kissing her deeply, and then down to the neck before back to her lips, he caught her eyes. "Blaise…These words didn't mean much to me before, but…well…now I am starting to value them. And…I'm not sure…but I think I love you."

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Jamie sat on the couch when her daughter bounced down and up to her. And looking up to the girl who was often mistaken for her younger sister, she saw it immediately. And had a reaction few mothers have when they realize their daughters have just lost their virginity in their house while they were there. She smiled.

"I am happy for you, baby." She said sweetly, before going back to her book. "Where is Harry?"

"I broke him." Blaise said with a serious face. Jamie stared at her for a moment before her jaw fell.

"Sweet Merlin, really? Dear me, that's…I have nothing to say about that. I don't know what to say…" What she didn't realize was, what she thought was a comment she made to herself in her own mind, which was: I hope Kyoto doesn't break…bet he's a demon in the sack. Upon "thinking" this, she chuckled to herself. Only issue was, her chuckle came out verbally, as did the sentence that lead to it. Blaise chose to ignore this new development, smirking to herself at that information. "So, did you really break him?" Her mother finally asked.

Blaise started laughing. "No, he is upstairs reading a book about Demons. I figured I would come down here and talk to you. How do you feel about Harry and me?"

Jamie smiled at her daughter, as she took out her wand and aimed it at her daughter, muttering some more words and a glow shot from the wand and surrounded her daughter and then seemed to focus on her stomach down to her pelvis. And with a smile, she put the wand away. "Well, I think he is an amazing person, especially for you. Hell, I might hit on him if you two break up." Here Jamie winked at her daughter.

"That's a lie. You know that you are after Kyoto." Jamie blushed and smiled, before shrugging with a lost look in her eyes. "Besides, I am never letting him go. I have sunk my claws into him, and until he gets tired of me, or one of us dies, we are stuck with each other. And there is a way to do something about both of those. If he wants me gone, then I will just have to change his mind. And if I die, I will just follow him until he dies, and if he goes, I'm following."

Jamie smiled. "You do love him, baby. Even though that does sound slightly…stalkerish." Jamie smiled at her daughter. "You psycho-woman, you!"

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Harry was sitting there, reading through the book on Demons. He was shocked to find out that many modern "Magical Beasts" had roots in Demons somewhere. Vampires came from a Fallen Angel named Opacus, who apparently had fallen in love with a Human that had a series of diseases. These were passed down, giving the vampires the "curse" aspect of their gifts. Meaning, someone who was the spawn of a Fallen Angel that wasn't of the line of Opacus, could theoretically have all of a vampires powers, even to higher degrees than the creatures themselves, only without all of the detriments.

Werewolves had a likewise issue, except they came from Demons. This explained why they and vampires didn't get along well. It was taking the hate between Demons and Angels to a different set of groups, but the same natural hate. Veelas came from Demons, as did several animals he did not know of.

Setting the book down and closing it, Harry laid back, staring up at the ceiling. He was in the "Nest" and he was thankful for its surrounding of him, as he himself was feeling very conflicting, and needed time to work it all out. He was eternally grateful for Blaise thinking he deserved the gift she had given him, but it conflicted with everything he thought about sex. She was gentle and they had gone on for a long time, him held by her in many different ways. Her arms held him to her, her lips held his captive in their perfection, and she held him within her, and he felt like he was part of her, and her a part of him. He felt whole.

But with Bellatrix, it had been different. It had been rough and hard and had nothing to do with him. It was all about her, and he had felt pain and little pleasure. With Blaise, it was about both of them, not one more than the other. And he felt no pain, and knew he meant something to Blaise.

Smiling to himself, he stood. He stretched some, before rubbing his upper back, near his shoulders. It kind of burned. Heading over to the mirror, he looked and saw 8 long, thin welts on his back, 4 over each shoulder. They were scratches, and he mused about how he could have forgotten when Blaise had insisted that he put her against her wall after they had abandoned the bathtub, and she had given him the 8 marks on his back.

Scratching his leg, he winced as he felt pain. He looked and saw sharp scratch marks there now, the denim on his pants barely holding up to it. He looked to his hand, and looked at his nails, which seemed to be coming to a thinner, sharper tip on their own. He raised an eyebrow, before filing it away as something to ask Kyoto when he next saw him and then heading to the stairs. He was bored, and he wanted something to do.

As he headed down the stairs, he began whistling to himself. His eyes flashed a dark color, and his shadow contorted under him, spinning in a full circle beneath him, regardless of the light in the area.

Deep in the back of his head, he felt a tapping. Almost like knocking, like someone knocking at a door, asking permission to enter. One would not think diagnosed Multiple Personality Disorder would be considered an ability, or a power. Which was why Kyoto probably figured that it would not be passed down. But it was.

And it is possible that sometimes the greatest weakness is the strongest strength. Even Demons have demons within them. And sometimes when those are unleashed, it is a force few if anyone can stand up to.

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She laid on the floor of the room. It was within the dungeons, but not one of the cells, instead the old Potions Master's quarters, as he was more of a recluse than even the current one. Just because she was in a room, didn't mean that they had to give her a bed.

Why had she done it?

It was in no way hard to figure out, truthfully. Having a baby was basically an immediate exit to the service, at least until the child was 11 and went off to school. And something few knew about her, was that she wanted out. She wanted out very badly. And by having the child in the way that she had conceived it, not only would she fall under his protection, as she held his child within her, but she was also able to forfeit all claims that Rodolphous had on her before his…untimely death.

Meaning, she could get out of the whole Death Eater corps. She had never wanted to join in the first place. It was a stipulation in the marriage contract that she join, and from there, there was nothing she could do.

And looking at the wall, wondering why Harry had protected her, she sighed to herself, rubbing her stomach softly. She just hoped she would get to be able to talk to him soon. She needed to explain it to him. However, her frame of mind was cut off as the Mark burned on her arm. It hurt more and more the longer she was locked in there, and she hoped it would not kill her before she had the child. She wished for something sharp enough to remove her arm, if nothing more than to cease the pain.

And with a jangling of the door, the door opened to reveal the current Potions Master in the doorway. He was holding his own mark, and grimacing. "Come on, better to get it over with before it kills you. Not that that would be a bad thing, if nothing more than to limit the breeding of Potter to one woman in the world and not two. All I would need is more of them."

"Two?"

"Yes. He had hooked up with the Zabini girl." Bellatrix's face went slack as her jaw dropped. She raised an eyebrow before smiling.

"The boy has an attraction to trouble and danger. But if anyone can handle being in that family better than old Nathaniel did, it would be him. He couldn't handle having his wife fully able to kick his ass. Let's see how Harry reacts when he realizes he has a girl there that has been trained to do something not so respectable in his light-sided mind."

"Harry?" Snape raised an eyebrow at the woman's use of his first name, but let it go. "Besides, he isn't as light-minded as one would like to think. And a secret between us that you must put behind the Occulmency shields. Harry is a Half Demon now. And he has a full Demon, one of the Locked, as a bodyguard…AND a Fallen Angel as another. He is looking like he is the Miracle Child we all thought him as a younger boy. And it may not have been all luck."

Bellatrix was silent at this news. She knew the rarity and the power the two figures individually held. Someone being able to get a Demon together with an Angel, albeit a Fallen, to protect him, either had an absurd amount of luck, had some killer connections, or was one powerful person, either in application or potential. She couldn't figure out which it was from Harry. Not for the life of her. But there was something else she couldn't figure out at the time. "Why did he do it, Severus? Why didn't he let them kill me?" She asked, almost begged in confusion.

"I have no idea. None at all. Now come along, so we can get you there and then get you back as soon as we can." And Bellatrix stood and walked from the door on shaky legs.

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The castle was relatively quiet at that point in time, as the long white-haired man stood before the doors. In the doorway, stood a fairly attractive Asian girl, with long hair and a curvy figure. She wore a badge of some kind, and looked no older that 17.

"Hello, may I help you with something?" She asked, her voice shaky. The man in front of her shrugged and made to step to the threshold of the door, and she moved out of the way so he could enter. She observed him. His shirt was ripped to shreds, and he was carrying a collection of metallic bands and a key ring in one hand. His eyes were covered by black sunglasses, and he had dried blood covering him. In his other hand he held, well dragged, rather, a long staff, and he looked none the better for wear.

"Are…are you ok?" She stammered.

"Fine. Just fine." He answered, and then smiled shakily. "Hello, and you are?"

"Me? Oh! I'm Cho Chang. I apologize for the delayed introduction. Incoming Head Girl for this year. How may I help you?"

"Well, I suppose you could help me get in contact with Ms. Zabini. It is kind of important that I speak to her." Cho nodded resolutely, and then lead him to one of the fireplaces, which were connected to the Floo Network of students' homes. She fire-called the house, and it was answered by the woman. Kyoto smiled solemnly as her eyes shot open seeing his condition.

"Kyoto…what happened!" She near shouted.

He laughed weakly. "You should see the other guy."

"What does he look like? He couldn't have gotten any worse that you did." Jamie spoke.

"He's dead." Kyoto answered blandly and monotone.

There was silence, and then Cho laughed nervously. She obviously thought it was a joke. Jamie raised an eyebrow and he shrugged, and then showed her his arms. There were no lock-guards on them anywhere. "I think…is there a way I can get there fast? I really don't feel like running." He asked, as he ruffled through his pockets.

"Yeah, there is the Floo Network. Here, take some of this powder and throw it in there and say Zabini residence, and then you should be there, I suppose." Cho said. Jamie's connection was cut off before she could protest, so Kyoto threw the powder in and did as told, and the green fire flared up, before it turned black and then the fire simply died. They tried a few more times, before Kyoto asked if she could just get in and go with him, as it apparently worked for her.

When they arrived, she was muttering, "It is almost foolproof. It works for every human. As long as there is a person there, it works."

And as he stepped from the fireplace, getting rid of this shirt he wore, which was in shreds at the time, he told her over his shoulder, "Who said I was human?" And she watched as one large cut on his back seemed to be healing before her eyes. And as he walked into the room, Jamie showed up, with a small cauldron of some kind of liquid, and a wash towel. She looked at him, covered in blood, but the open cuts were pretty much gone. His things were sitting in a neat pile near the fireplace where he had left them.

Cho was standing there looking at them all in confusion. Jamie beckoned her in and to a seat on the couch, telling her she could stay for tea. Shrugging and heading into the kitchen to make the tea, Kyoto spoke. "I'm gonna run up and steal one of the kid's shirts, and then I'll be back." Jamie nodded, and Kyoto took the stairs 2 at a time. When Jamie came back, Cho was sitting in clear confusion.

"You have a son?"

"No."

"Then, unless he intends to wear your daughter's shirts, what is he talking about?"

However, the conversation was interrupted by the shout of "Give that back!" and then the trample of feet, and Kyoto shot down the stairs, followed by another male form. They stood there next to Jamie, and the man with the green eyes crossed his arm in clear displeasure.

"She said I could borrow a shirt!" Kyoto shouted, and held up a black tank top.

"But not the one off my back, you jackass!" Was the reply, but it was filled with humor. "Come on, Jamie…" he seemed to whine, before dropping his arms and shrugging. "Whatever. Not like I care about it, so take it."

Cho was watching this exchange with no small amount of confusion. However, that only grew as a girl she recognized as Blaise Zabini came down. She wrapped her arms around the green-eyes figure, and pulled him down and kissed him. It seemed like the room had missed Cho's presence. However, it was remembered as soon as Blaise stopped the kiss. She stood in front of whoever it was she had just kissed after commenting to him that the hair had tickled her face.

"Chan…Cho? What are you doing here?" Blaise asked, and then looked to the man behind her. He had stopped in the process of tying his hair back, and looked up. He caught eyes with Cho, and she was sure that she didn't know him, but stopped when she saw that he was holding the top of his hair back still, and there, on his forehead, was a very faint outline of the lightning-bolt shaped scar.

"Harry!" She looked him up and down, and cursed herself more and more for breaking up with him like she did.

"Uh…I feel left out of this reunion." Kyoto spoke.

Harry flipped him off, a hand sign he had gotten from the man himself, and then he sighed. "Kyoto, this is Cho."

"I know who she is. How do you know her? And why does it seem like the world has shut down by her coming here?"

"She's his ex." Blaise commented, with a bit of venom in her voice.

"Oh! The awkwardness of the situation. Its amazing! Teenage drama at its best, the current and the ex. It's like a movie. A comedy. A tragedy. A teen date movie! I love it!" Kyoto shouted, before stopping anticlimactically and stretching. All the bones in his back seemed to pop, and he laughed before looking to Cho. "So…isn't it about time you got back to the castle and the old man?" He smiled at her a bit before ushering her through the fireplace, and then he turned around and looked at them.

"Hmm…what an impression to give the girl. Kid, you know you are in shorts and nothing else, and the girl is currently in a bra and a pair of boxer shorts. This could get around your school."

Harry looked at Blaise, and then at Kyoto again, and then at Blaise once more. He shrugged. "Who cares." And with that he picked Blaise up in a fireman's carry position and took her up the stairs. As they heard the door slam shut, Kyoto sighed.

"It's cute. For like a few seconds. But then it's just all mushy and shit." He looked down at himself, and sighed. "Why did the bastard with my Key have to teach swordsmanship? And be a certified sword master? And carry 5 weapons with him at all times? All but when I found him. And that would be in his workshop, surrounded by swords. This is some bullshit." He muttered. "Do you have a sink or something I can wash up in, and then I can be on my way."

"No, but I do have a shower you can use on the condition that you take a spare bedroom and get some sleep."

"But ma…I don't wanna…" He whined, but shrugged and followed her.

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The one day stay turned into him being there for many days. And it seemed to give Jamie something to do. It had taken all of those days to get him to call her by her name, instead of "Ma'am" or "Ms. Zabini." It had taken her reminding him, repeatedly, that she was a lot younger than him to get him to call her by her given name. He had acquiesced when, every time he called her "Ma'am," she started calling him "Grandpa," and even, upon finding out about several of his rebirths as a female, "Grandma."

As she woke up, Blaise was all smiles, realizing that it was her birthday. She found Harry sitting at her desk, looking over a book and leaning over a bowl of some kind. He stiffened as if he knew when she awoke, and turned to her after he closed the book. He walked over and gave her a kiss and a "happy birthday" before going back to his things. He had the bowl in front of him, and set it down on the bedside table, and pulled out a small pin. He looked very down, but said softly. "Blaise…can I…do you trust me?"

"With my life." She answered immediately.

Sighing, he smiled softly at her. "Uh…can I have a few drops of your blood?"

She saw how torn up he was over this, so she snatched the pin from his hand and poked her finger, and he put the bowl in front of her. She allowed the drops to fall into the bowl, which was filled with a dark liquid that had silver swirls running through it. Once she was done, he placed some tissue in her hand, whispered a "sorry" and put a lid on the bowl and ran out of the room. As he had disappeared, the top of the bowl had been glowing.

Running into the room Kyoto had been using, they both sat down on the floor after closing the door, and Harry removed the top. And sitting in the center of the bowl, was a deep-colored liquid, with swirling silver and gold in it. Kyoto smiled and then spoke.

"In order to do this, you have to draw energy from your body. It isn't necessarily magic, because it doesn't really create, it substitutes. The science is called Alchemy, and the basic rule is that, in order to create something, you must give something up of same amount. I think I saw some cartoon about this somewhere once, you want the basics, I'll rent it for you or something. Well...maybe set you up with an account, I don't think I ever returned the last movies I rented. What do you think the late fees would be on a movie being gond for almost 10 years?" Harry stared at him. "Anywho, skip the theory, just feel it. Pull the energy into you, the power that you want to use, the feeling you intend to use to change this into what you want it to be for her, and then press that from your hands into the ground."

Harry's eyes were closed as he was listening to this. And he began looking for power on how to change the liquid in front of him. He thought of how he felt for Blaise, and how he wanted her to have this, how it had stood out when he had read about it. And how he longed to see the happiness on her face.

And around his hands, a spiraling black energy whirled around his hands, and then there was a break in him, as the black energy flared up and wisps of sky blue seemed to float through it. And then his hands slammed onto the ground, and the energy flared through the circle drawn around the bowl on the floor with ground-up white chalk. And the bowl flared, and then the light died down. And sitting in the bowl, was something neither of them had ever seen before.

"Shit, kid. I can't believe you just did that." Kyoto commented, before he motioned for Harry to pick the bowl up, and gently they placed the bowl on the desk in the room, and they got to work on the object in the center.

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Blaise's party was going amazingly half-way through. They had eaten already, and had done some embarrassing but funny toasts, especially Jamie, who had thought it fun to begin a bit of a roast on her daughter, and soon everyone was giving their most embarrassing moment. Harry stood up to tell one, but the look she gave him made him say little more than "happy birthday Gaby" and then sit down. Jamie had coughed after that that sounded oddly like "whipped" but she wouldn't say something like that, he tried to rationalize. That rationality failed by the 3rd time she said it that day. By the end of the toasting and the talking, she had said it a total of seven times, and made the sound of a whip being cracked twice.

Soon it was time for the dancing, and when that was done, then presents would be opened, and then some more dancing and music until everyone was ready to go home, and they would all trickle out as they felt the need to.

Ron had shown up, and was very nice to Blaise, and soon they had laughed over Quidditch games, and then had split up as Ron had seen Daphne, who smiled at him radiantly. Blaise had walked over to Harry and sat down on his lap. "Did I really just see Ronald Weasley hug Daphne Greengrass?"

"Yeah. He likes her, and apparently we are giving him role models on how to do inter-house dating between Gryffindor and Slytherin." Blaise nodded and smiled as she watched them dance. "Whoda thunk it. Us...role models." They both laughed at this, and then laughed harder as they watched Kyoto dip Jamie, and was sensually dragging his hand up the outside of her thigh as he pulled her up to a standing position again.

Blaise smirked and pulled Harry out to the dance floor. He warned her, but she rolled her eyes and placed his hands around her waist. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and they began to rock back and forth. "But you have never danced with someone you truly cared about, have you? It's different."

And it was. He wasn't as bad at it as he thought he was before, but guessed it had to do with him being a lot more sure of his feet, and even more sure of himself, than the last time he had tried to dance. He even had the daring to spin Blaise out, and then spin her back to him. She laughed in glee, and before he could try anything as daring as the dip Kyoto had done, the music had sped up. And they had danced, not caring about looks, just doing what felt right…as long as they didn't hit other people.

It seemed that Daphne could be just as goofy as Ron, and the crowd was away from them, as they danced around and acted out, flailing around and laughing to each other as they did.

Harry and Blaise were taking a much more structured and less dangerous path, and soon it went from Blaise grinding against him to him spinning her around and putting his hands on the small of her back and holding her to him as they moved, and then he pulled her up and pressed his lips to hers.

In both of their minds, the music stopped and the people stopped moving around them, and it was just them. The only problem was, when they did finally pull back from each other, the music had stopped, as had the people, as everyone there was watching them. Many of the girls "aww"-ed, while some of the guys whistled, and Kyoto was laughing at something or another.

Harry rolled his eyes at the man, but he laughed louder. Once his laughing calmed down, he shouted out, "Damn Harry, if you got that from dancing, when she sees your gift, we might all have to leave the room." And then he smirked. "Hey, you could then tell your first kid that they were conceived on their mother's birthday!"

Harry sighed, and then Blaise told him, "Then I will open everything else, and maybe I should wait until we get back to my room to open yours." Harry smiled, and then danced some more. Blaise was then taken by her mother, and they danced to a slow song, and then other people cut in to dance with the birthday girl. Harry shouted at a pause in the music, "Any one whose hands go near the areas they should not be will be eating my shoe!"

It was a funny threat, filled with laughter, and Ron shouted back, "does it at least come with some kind of condiment? It looks kind of dry." Everyone laughed, but got what the threat was. As he stood there, suddenly, he was grabbed and dragged out by Hermione, and she danced with him. They talked for some time, and she commented on him not being a bad dancer, and then the song sped up.

He was dancing with Daphne here, and lost all pretences, and both of them started acting a complete fool, and Harry had the most fun since dancing with Blaise as he danced with her. She was funny and had a great mind as well as a good personality. As a slower song came on, Blaise's mother showed up and snatched Harry up and pulled him to her. Blaise saw this and chuckled.

"Hands where I can see them, woman!" Her mother stuck her tongue out at her .

"Always spoiling the fun, Blaisey. I will fondle my future son-in-law if I damned well please." She spoke, and rolled her eyes.

Harry held up his hands in a surrender, so Blaise could see them. "I'm not touching, I'm not touching!" This, of course, led to another badly-disguised "whipped" gag by Jamie…which was echoed by Kyoto at the same time.

They all laughed, Blaise was dancing with Kyoto at that point. It was a slow dance, the pairs spoke softly as the piano on the song became dominant. Soon the song was over, and Kyoto switched with Harry, and Harry pulled Blaise to him, and he held her. He kissed her along her neck for a moment, before kissing her on her lips as he let her go as the song ended all too soon for his liking.

Suddenly, there was a shout. "Presents!" and they all headed into the kitchen, where there was the pile of presents. Harry smiled as Blaise went through her presents. From some of her housemates she got various gifts, and even got a Wizarding Wireless, something she didn't own, as she had been listening to muggle music since she was small. She got a few knives of different types and uses, many ornamental, and a few looked like they could be used to really hurt someone. It was explained to all who didn't know, that this was one of her things that she collected, here Harry interjected that she also collected his clothes, and never gave them back. To which Blaise echoed a "Damn Straight".

Pretty soon there was more dancing, and then everyone steadily left. And during this commotion, Harry and Blaise caught sight of Ron and Daphne's first kiss. They smiled as the two left together.

The last one gone was Hermione, who had said that she didn't want everyone to see her gift to Blaise. She handed the girl a series of spiral notebooks, and said that she would have to get them back, and when it got published, then she would be the first with a copy. Blaise smiled and looked at the title on the cover, and laughed and hugged the girl. Harry looked and smirked.

"Harry Potter, The Man who Lives, Not the Boy-Who-Lived." Harry was nearly brought to tears as he heard that Hermione had been writing about him, things she saw about his life and all of the things he had done in his life that were taken wrong by the media. It was documentation of who he was as she, a friend, saw him, not how the media decided to portray him. It also included little things like how he only ate the red and blue Bernie Bott's Beans, because "they were less likely to be something stupid like gasoline", he had the hiccups in 1st year for a solid 3 days, he can say his a-b-c's backwards easily, and other odd, very Harry things that only she knew.

"Maybe you can help me with it, and we can write this together, eh?" Hermione smiled and Blaise threw her arms around the girl.

"Yes. Two people that are sick of the misconceptions. Maybe this will help," And with that and a ghost of a smile toward Harry, Hermione left. Blaise made to move all of the knives, and Harry took them, carrying them in his arms as she led him up the stairs and to one of the locked doors. She placed her hand on the doorknob, which Harry assumed to have been locked based on Ron's words, and twisted the handle. The door opened, and she smiled deviously, as the door revealed massive numbers of blades. There were many ornamental knives, as well as some ancient-looking ones.

There was even a section was separated from the rest, that Blaise told him house all of the cursed knives, as well as the ones unsafe to be put into normal use. She gushed over a pair of blades that were about as long as one's forearms, and very sharp. The ends of the blades came to a pointed hook, and the hook bent in toward the blade, so in essence the two curved weapons looked like the letter "J" but ended with a point and the short bladed part that was the part after the curve was close to the original blade.

"These are the Zabini blades. It was rumored that, centuries ago, the same person who crafted the Slytherin and Gryffindor Weapons created these. They are given to a Zabini once they finish their training…" And she drifted off as she stared at them in awe. The blades was a shimmering metal, and the weapon looked much more oriental-influenced than the Gryffindor sword's double-edged blade, as the weapon held only one edge, and was curved gently. The handle was wrapped in black material that looked like silk, and they were beautiful weapons.

"Training, Blaise? What…training?"

Blaise paled some as he asked, before turning to look at him. She looked nervous about something, and saddened and scared, all at once. "Harry, I am going to tell you something about my family, and I…I hope it doesn't change anything."

Harry nodded, and looked at how, whatever it was that she needed to say was tearing the girl up inside. "Well…for centuries, Zabinis have been trained in a certain…lifestyle. My grandfather trained my mother, and my mother has been training me, and it has gone on and on for some time. That is the art of the assassin, magical and muggle, which is what the family was in the past, back when the Wizarding world was small and the older families ran everything." She looked at him, gauging a reaction, but his face was neutral. "Now don't think that this means that we are all murderer for hire, it just means that we are trained in how to keep our bodies under our control, how to move, that kind of thing. The training doesn't mean we decide to me assassins, and for a long while, we haven't been. My mother took the training, and found that, during the study on getting into your 'target's' mind, she had a knack for psychology, so she decided to study it.

"I doubt I will be doing that, but doubt I will become an assassin either. I think it is something I like, especially now…because I feel like I can help you. Or that I can at least not be a liability. Not feel like I am helpless."

Harry looked at her. Tears were falling down her face, and she didn't know what he was going to say to the information he was given. And he smiled at her and lifted her chin to make her look at him, as she had been staring at the ground. "Do you think I am evil? Will you leave me? Will you stop being with me, because we didn't always kill bad people…"

"We?"

"Well, my family."

"Blaise, have you ever killed anyone deliberately, in cold blood?"

"No…"

"Then you aren't evil." She didn't look convinced. "Blaise…will you leave me?"

She looked shocked and confused. "Why would I? You aren't secretly an assassin too, are you?"

"I am part Demon now, and we are apparently inherently evil." And then Harry thought about it. "Well, in a way I am an assassin, but only being trained to kill one person. It's in the prophesy after all, and I don't really feel like dying any time soon, and leaving you here all alone." She smiled brightly as he kissed her on her forehead. "Besides, just lets me know not to piss you off." He finished cheekily, and she hit him in the arm, before they put the knives down and headed back to Blaise's room. And there, sitting on the bed, was the box Blaise's mother had had them pick up from Knockturn Alley, wrapped in sky blue wrapping paper.

Blaise looked at Harry as she made to open the box, but before she could get it open, there was the loud sound of Blaise's mother shouting, and then Kyoto growling. Flinging open the door, Blaise jumped on Harry's back, and he leapt from the top of the staircase to the ground, and Blaise filed off as he landed in a low crouch.

And there, standing by the fireplace, were Draco Malfoy, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, and Pansy Parkinson. Harry growled as he looked at them, but then stopped as the fireplace flared up, and Professor Dumbledore stepped out, looking grave.

"Harry…its Bellatrix." He grave tone in the man's voice made him sigh slowly, and wait for an answer. However, before he could ask what that was, Draco spoke.

"What of Aunt Bella, Professor, and what does Potter have to do with that?"

"That's Uncle Potter, little Draco. Please, do not make the same mistake again, lest I must to ground you, or take away your allowance or your broomstick, or whatever your stupid pureblooded stick-in-the-mud ultra-conservatives get and do."

"Uncle?"

"Get over it." Harry said, and then looked to Dumbledore. "Where is she?"

"Infirmary." The man had to run out of the way to avoid getting hit, as Harry, with Blaise having grabbed his hand, and with the powder in the fireplace, they were gone.

"Now Mr. Malfoy…what, exactly, were you doing here?" Dumbledore asked.

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