Chapter 10
A/N: Lemons in this chapter.
Harry was sleeping in. He thought he was dreaming and remembering his summer so far, when he felt himself grow hard and felt soft lips engulf his member. Harry let out a moan: "Nym..."
The sensation from his lower half intensified as he clearly felt more than heard someone giggle. Harry opened his eyes, and saw a head covered by an electric blue Mohawk bobbing over his lower half.
"Oh Merlin... that feels so good Nym," Harry groaned.
Nym momentarily paused to say, "Morning lover," then took him back in.
"I'm... getting close..." Harry warned her. Nym intensified her ministrations, and Harry let out a groan as he came.
Nym moved up his body, and said: "Happy birthday hero," as she leant in for a kiss. Harry hesitated a moment but Nym would not be deterred, and she snogged him deeply.
"Go take a shower and get dressed, Dobby has prepared breakfast," she said with a smile. "I've got a fun day planned for my fifteen-year-old hero."
"Oh? What exactly?" Harry asked her.
"You'll just have to wait to find out," Nym said in a sing-song voice, and moved off the bed. "I'm going to get dressed quickly, then I need to run a brief errand. I'll be back before you know it babe."
Harry smiled at her, then went down the ladder to go to the bathroom.
–-
Harry took care of his morning duties and returned to the main room, where he found a breakfast prepared for him with all his favourite food, including treacle tart with clotted cream.
"Thanks Dobby, this looks great," he called to the air.
Dobby appeared with a pop: "Happy Birthdays Great Master Harry Potter Sir, Dobby is being happy he is likings it," the Elf said in a happy tone, and disappeared again. Harry chuckled briefly. By now he had learned that House Elfs preferred not being seen as they went about their duties, which explained why they were seldom seen at Hogwarts. He sat down and started his breakfast.
Half an hour later the front door opened, and Nym returned, carrying a bag. Harry had just finished his breakfast, and was enjoying the last bit of treacle tart.
"Welcome back," he called out.
"Thanks hero," Nym said with a smile. "Well, what do you think?"
Harry turned to look at her. Nym was not wearing pants, he immediately realised: she was wearing a black skirt that didn't reach her knees, and a pink shirt with a unicorn stallion on it. She was also blushing slightly.
"Wow! You... look hot!" Harry exclaimed.
"Thanks honey," Nym said, smiling back. "I thought I'd do something different for you today... you even get to choose my look... how do you want me?"
Harry looked up in sharp surprise and asked: "You're letting me choose your look? But I thought you hated it when people asked you to take a specific form?"
"I don't like it if others ask," Nym admitted, "but I am offering you today. A little extra present."
"Then... I want you to be your natural self," Harry decided. "Long hair and all."
"Are you sure you're not just asking that because you think it's what I want to hear? You don't want me to to do something else?" Nym morphed, taking on the appearance of an actress from a film they had seen the day before. "You can have me be anyone you want, you know..."
"Honestly, I'm fine with anything you are comfortable with," Harry affirmed.
Tonks giggled, and changed form to an old woman, wrinkles and all. "Even this, hero?"
"If you can honestly claim that is comfortable for you... and want to think people you're my gran instead of my girl..." Harry trailed off.
"Caught me there. You're much too smart for me," she smiled back, and took her natural form. "Oh! Present!" Nym grabbed the bag, and threw it over to Harry. His Seeker reflexes quickly caught it and he opened a small package.
"What is it?" he asked, turning it over and unpacking it. "A razor?" he asked quizzically.
"You're starting to need one lover," Nym smiled at him. "It's a mechanical one, but it's been spelled with an ever-sharp enchantment on the blade so you'll never need to replace it."
Harry beamed at her, "thanks! So what are the plans for today? More running?"
Nym shook her head, "Not today. Instead, we're going to Surrey."
"Surrey? Why would I want to go back there?" Harry asked.
"You'll see," Nym smiled enigmatically. "Go get your coat mister, we have a train to catch."
–-
Surrey turned out to not just hold a particularly dislikeable village, but also was the location of a theme park called Thorpe Park... the first theme park Harry had ever went to. By coincidence, they were now within six miles of Little Whinging, but neither cared.
There were more types of rides than he dared imagine possible, but he particularly liked the roller-coasters... at times they made him feel like he was flying on his broom.
Having a hot girl cling to your arm as she screamed was a nice bonus as well!
Following a day full of attractions and overpriced bad quality food, they stayed until 6 pm. when the park closed and made their way back to the railway station. The train was not that crowded, so Harry looked up in surprise as Nym sat down on his lap.
"Nym? What are you doing?" he asked her softly.
"I had a great time today hero, hope you did as well?" his girlfriend asked.
"Definitely," Harry smiled. "This summer has been the best one of my life so far!"
"Mmmm... glad to hear it," Nym said.
The train started riding, and Harry was getting very distracted as his girl bounced up and down on his lap, in the same rhythm as the train on the tracks. It didn't take more than seconds before he was growing rock hard.
Nym obviously felt it as well. "Harry, can you see anyone watching us?" she asked in a soft voice.
"Not right now," Harry said, trying his hardest not to think of just how little fabric was separating the two of them now. "Why?"
"I have one more gift for you," Nym answered him. Surreptitiously she took out her wand and cast a charm on her backside, then, quick as a Seeker, she reached between her legs, and unzipped his fly.
Harry's eyes shot wide as her hand went inside his underwear. "Nym! What are–" he began to protest, then it became obvious what his girl was planning, as she shifted her knickers to the side, and positioned her rear over him.
"I wish I could have given you my cherry hero, but that's long gone... but there is one place I've got that's yours first," Nym nearly whispered. She sat down... trapping him in her rear. "G–Good thing I used that lubricating and numbing charm... Love you hero," Nym grunted, pain flushing over her face before it passed as she managed to relax.
Harry stifled a moan. "Oh Merlin... love you too, Nym..."
Slowly she gyrated on his lap, using the train's bouncing to guide her own movements further. Harry looked around them frantically, desperately trying to find out if anyone was watching them.
Harry groaned some more as he felt himself getting close. Nym turned her head back and looked at him grinning widely, her face as flushed as his. "Do it hero... make me yours..." she softly said, then leant in with a kiss.
As their lips met she bounced up, then down hard... and Harry went over the edge with a loud: "Oh Nym!"
The train rattled and squeaked as it came to a stop at the station. Nym let out a loud laugh as she moved off his lap, pulling her knickers back in place, and darted out the door. Harry quickly placed himself back in his fly, and followed her.
"You minx!" he called out once they were on the platform. "We could have gotten caught!"
"Relax hero," Nym said with a giggle. "I cast a Notice-Me-Not on us before I entered the train, bet you didn't notice eh?"
"You mean we weren't in any risk at all?" Harry asked dubiously.
"Was hot believing we could be caught, right?" Nym giggled again, reaching down to shift her underwear. "I need to change now, you bad boy. So... how does it feel hero, claiming my last spot?" Her eyes twinkled a bit.
"Come here you, and I'll show you what it feels like," Harry said with a laugh, and reached for her. Laughing, Nym darted out of the way, running to the platform exit.
–-
Two hours earlier, Senior Undersecretary to the Minister for Magic Dolores Umbridge stood on the cold shore north of Smoo Cave near Durness, Scotland, the closest mainland location to the Wizarding Prison of Azkaban. She had two Aurors with her and a warming charm cast on her, but still she was shivering.
The cause of this was not the cold, but rather the two demonic entities hovering in front of her... called from their home of Azkaban, two Dementors had come to shore.
"Y– You will g– go to the Dursley Re– Residence in Little Wh– Whinging, Surrey, and K– Kiss the P– Potter boy," she instructed them. "Un– Understood?"
The closest Dementor nodded, its hooded head slowly moving up and down.
"Af– After, go straight b– back to Azkaban, you hear?" Madam Umbridge ordered, and the Dementor nodded again. "Well, off you g– go then!" she shrieked, and the Dementors flowed away.
Still shivering, Madam Umbridge took out her wand, and cast: "Point Me, Harry Potter!" She nodded in satisfaction as it pointed straight to where she knew Surrey to be.
"Well? What are you two standing here for? We're going back to the Ministry!" she ordered the Aurors. She didn't need to worry about them talking, she had enough blackmail material on the both of them.
'Still, perhaps it's best I call in a favour with that Obliviator, and have their memories of today wiped,' Madam Umbridge thought to herself. An evil smile broadened her toad-like face even further as she imagined the Potter boy lying on his bed, soul-less, and causing no more problems for her Minister.
–-
Meteorologists would wonder the next day how a weird cold front seemed to have formed in the north of Scotland and moved almost in a straight line down to south England, disregarding any known weather patterns. The occurrence was marked off as a measurement error.
The real cause was of course the two demons flying in search of their prey. Dementors were not fully bound to this plane of reality, and could move with incredible speed through the air. Wherever they went, they brought immense cold with them, as well as a feeling of dread.
They came from the Ninth Circle of Hell, the Traitor's Circle that was permanently frozen over. In ancient days a descendant of Cadmus Peverell, Judas Gaunt, had summoned them to the living world and had tied their service to the Warlock's Council. This compact had been inherited by the Ministry from the old, and so they were bound to follow the orders of the Ministry, at least until an heir of Judas Gaunt would arise. They had flown to Lord Voldemort's banners because he was this heir, but until he called for them, they would follow the Ministry for now.
In Little Whinging, in a worn down play-park near his home, Dudley Dursley was kicking a broken down children's swing. Summer just wasn't fun, with Harry not coming out of his room even if he taunted him with being a cowardly crybaby, and his gang had abandoned him as well: Piers had found a girlfriend somehow, Malcolm had been arrested for smoking weed and was in serious trouble with his parents, and the other hangers-on just weren't fun.
Dudley pulled up his coat as he began to shiver. 'Where's this cold coming from?' he wondered.
The cold got worse, and Dudley started to feel afraid... "Who's there! S– Show yourself!" he yelled out. Seeing no-one, Dudley began to run for his home.
He didn't make it four steps before he slipped on some ice. 'Ice? In Summer?' Dudley stupidly wondered. The fear got worse, and he was shivering more from it than the cold now, when he felt but did not see bony fingers raise his chin. His vision grew dark as a shadow seemed to appear out of nowhere, and take the form of an immense blackness somewhat shaped like a hood...
Dudley opened his mouth to scream, but instead of a sound, a silver stream came out, and as all the bad memories in his life passed before his eyes, Dudley's soul was sucked up by the Dementor.
The fat boy dropped to the ground as the Dementor released him, his eyes staring up at nothing. The Dementors glided forward to Privet Drive, and their target. The boy had been a nice snack... he smelled like their target, so was free food. Two demons approached the house... and hit a ward line.
Mundungus 'Dung' Fletcher was a member of the Order of the Phoenix, but more usually a common thief. He tended to get caught now and then, and sometimes had to spend up to a month in Azkaban. He was also the current guard of Privet Drive, although he used his guard shift as sleeping time instead. Covered under the Order's Invisibility Cloak, he was napping in the back garden.
The moment the first Dementor hit the ward line, a gong was heard. Dung woke up with a start, and soiled his pants when he saw two Dementors hover in front of the wards protecting the house.
"E –Expecto Patronum," he somehow managed to cast his Patronus, and a silver Ferret appeared. With a loud hiss, the Dementors moved away from the wards, as the magical protector rushed towards them.
Dung was not the only one alerted. The Harry Potter simulacrum which had spent all its time in the boy's room sat up straight as the gong went off. Tonks had created an alert system in it, tied to the House Wards, so she would be notified if a wizard tried to contact Harry directly, or if the house was under attack. The simulacrum gave off a bright light, as it turned back into the wood it had transfigured from, and burnt up in a magical fire that was contained to only burn it, and not impact the room. Before Dung had even cast his Patronus, the simulacrum was gone.
–-
Harry and Nym were standing just outside the train station, kissing. He had his hands on her bum, and she was wrapped around him. Suddenly Nym jumped away, complaining: "Ouch! Hot, hot!"
Harry watched her pull out her wand, holding it carefully between two fingers only. "Nym? What's wrong?" he asked.
"My wand just heated up as if it was on fire... strange..." Nym said, inspecting it. Suddenly she paled, "Harry, we need to get you back to the Dursleys, now!"
"What? Why?" Harry asked. Instead of answering, Nym hugged him close, and they apparated away, re-appearing in the Dursley front garden.
"You go inside, quick! Call Dobby, and have him bring over all your stuff!" Nym pushed him to the front door.
"What's going on? Why?" Harry asked again.
"Oh for Morgana's sake..." Nym saw the silver glow of what could only be a Patronus out back. "Harry, it's Dementors! No time to waste, just do as I ask, okay? Please... it's very important you are inside, with all your stuff, as soon as possible!"
"O... okay," Harry said. Nym rushed off around the house, and Harry hesitated one more moment before opening the front door and stepping inside. Luckily the Dursleys often had the door unlocked.
"Dudders? Is that you dear?" his Aunt called. She saw Harry, and her face distorted into a deep frown and she addressed him: "You! When did you leave your room? And what's that you're wearing?"
"No time Aunt Petunia, I've got to hurry!" Harry yelled, and bounced up the stairs. He threw open the door to his room and rushed inside. As soon as he caught his breath, he called: "Dobby!"
With a pop, Dobby appeared, as well as Harry's school trunk, some loose books and essays, and Hedwig's cage.
"Dobby is hearing Miss Just-Call-Me-Tonks givings instructions to Mister Great Harry Potter Sir and has Mister Great Harry Potter Sir's belongings," the Elf blurted out. "Is Mister Great Harry Potter Sir in troubles?"
"Dobby, you're amazing," Harry let out a sigh of relief. "Where's Hedwig?"
"Owlie is out hunting," Dobby said, pulling his ears. "Dobby is not findings her... Dobby is sorry."
"That's all right Dobby, you did great," Harry smiled at the Elf. He saw a flash of silver lighting outside, and rushed to the window, calling over his shoulder: "Dobby, please disappear or whatever you do, I think we have company coming!"
Dobby disappeared, as Harry threw open his window and looked to the back garden.
Nym and a wizard he did not know both had their wands out, and two silver Patronuses were keeping the shadowy forms of Dementors at bay: his Nym's hare, and a ferret. Then with a loud crack four other wizards appeared: Harry recognised his Headmaster, Remus Lupin, Arthur Weasley, and a fourth man, big and black and bald. They all cast their own Patronuses, and the Dementors shrieked, and flew off.
"What the devil is going on here boy!" Vernon Dursley kicked open the door to Harry's room, and stamped inside. "We had a deal, boy! You were to stay inside, and we wouldn't bother you! Now what is going on down there?"
"Uncle! I... I can explain," Harry startled.
"You'd better boy, or you'll regret it," Vernon threatened him.
Harry heard a door slam open downstairs, and his Aunt cry out in protest, then multiple people coming up the stairs.
"Harry my boy! Thank Merlin you're all right," Dumbledore said as five wizards rushed inside the room. Harry thought Nym looked tired.
"What is the bloody meaning of this! Out of my house you!" Vernon bellowed.
"Oh shut up you disgusting slob," Nym whipped out her wand, and cast a silencing spell at Vernon. He continued yelling, but nothing could be heard, and the presence of several adults prevented him from taking action.
"Thank you Nymphadora," Dumbledore said, "Harry, did you cast any spells tonight?"
"No sir," Harry answered.
"Arthur, Kingsley, please take Harry to Headquarters... oh and Nymphadora too. Dung and I are going to the Ministry, to find out what two Dementors were doing here," Dumbledore said. "Nymphadora, we'll have a chat later on why you were here... not that I mind you protecting Harry and Dung."
"Yes sir," Nym replied. Dumbledore grabbed Dung, and they apparated away.
"I'm going to Headquarters? Is that were Hermione and Ginny are?" Harry asked.
"Yes Harry," Arthur replied. "Tonks, Kingsley, can you help Harry pack?"
The black Auror and Nym nodded, and began picking up Harry's belongings... which Dobby had deposited there only minutes before.
"Here Harry, read this," Arthur gave him a note from a pocket. The note was handwritten, in what Harry recognised as Dumbledore's scrawl. It said:
The Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix may be found at number twelve, Grimmauld Place, London.
"What's the Order of the –?" Harry began.
"Not now, lad," Arthur cut him off. "Tonks, Kingsley, we ready?" The two Aurors nodded, and Arthur took Harry by the arm. "Off we go then lad."
The four disappeared out of Harry's bedroom, leaving a still silenced and very furious Vernon Dursley behind. Petunia was shrieking bloody murder downstairs, she hadn't dared follow the four upstairs.
And in a park just a few streets off, a fat boy lay on his back staring upwards but seeing nothing.
A/N: This chapter was a pain to write... hope it came out better than I fear it did.
I got everything I wanted in it at least. And finally Harry is at Grimmauld Place so I can advance the plot.
Quite a birthday eh?
I missed last week's update. I'm afraid I'll need to move to bi-weekly updates for this story until I finish 'One Misfired Spell Later'. Working on two stories at the same time as well as my short stories for the Quidditch League is proving a bit too much to do in one week.