Hello again everyone. I have returned with another chapter for your enjoyment. And it appears Tuesdays work best with my schedule, So I plan to have these up every Tuesday between 9am and 10am PST.

WARNING! There is a lemon in this chapter, so if you aren't into any of that, please skip over it when it appears, and/or this entire chapter.

Harry flew through the night, eager to get as far as he could before having to stop and rest during the day.

"Damn you Fleur. I love ya, but forcing me to fly during the day is going to make this trip much longer than it should be." He shook his head softly and sighed.

"But she is right….as usual. If I fly during the day, I run the risk of being spotted y Voldemort's spies. I know I taught him a lesson and told him never to mess with me or Fleur again, but knowing that bastard, he's probably just biding his time until he's at full strength again."

Harry slowed slightly and thought to himself, "But, it's been nearly three years since my last encounter with the fucker...so perhaps he has ultimately decided to let us live in peace. Afterall, me and Fleur haven't been in any danger since then." He shrugged it off and sped up again.

He continued for a few more hours before finally deciding the sun was bright enough, and thus time for him to ground.

He slowly lowered himself down until his feet were planted firmly on the ground, before raising his wand and pointing the tip at his chest and whispering, "Aura reducio", immediately negating his built up aura, and simultaneously returning his eyes back to their normal dark green color.

Harry closed his eyes and sighed heavily, feeling the strength drained from him.

"Time to set up shop for the...day...I guess." He thought to himself and retrieved the tent and stakes from his bag.

"Thank goodness Hermione taught me the secret behind her undetectable extension charm, before I left for the Beauxbatons' Castle." He chuckled to himself as he set his backpack on the ground beside him.

His heart sank a little at the thought of his friends.

"I haven't really wrote them much since the incident with Voldemort. I wonder how their getting on?" He thought to himself. "Heh, knowing Ron, he's probably skipping class and banging Hermione."

"Even as sixth years the two were at it, so I can only imagine how intense it's gotten." He laughed to himself as he pounded in the final stake and entered the tiny tent.

He smiled and nodded his head at the posh interior. "Been four years since I was introduced into the world of, 'tent-magic' and not a day goes by that i'm not still in awe of it."

After settling in a bit, Harry decided that he should probably write Fleur to let her know how he was doing.

"My Dearest Fleur."

My second night of flying wrapped up smoothly, and I'm approx. three-fourths of the way to Hogwarts as I flew a little longer than yesterday, and as a result, should be able to reach the castle around 3am tomorrow. Which is wonderful news of course.

Nothing out of the ordinary occured, with the exception of a duo of snatchers I oversaw mugging a younger couple in the woods. Sneaky little bastards. But I guess that's the usual for them.

I'll probably lay pretty low tonight, I'm rather tired and don't feel up to exercising tonight. Instead, I'll knock out a few chapters of 'The Valley of Fear' by Arthur Doyle. Should be rather enjoyable to see how Holmes handles his new situation.

I really miss you and hope you're doing alright. I hope the professors have decided to treat you better this year. They weren't too….enthusiastic….with the idea of having to teach you, the one who brought a guy to an "all-girl" school.

But then again, that's one of the main reasons for me to make this stupid trip. I want our headmistress and my headmaster, as well as all our professors, to accept this new arrangement. If only for our final year. After that we can move and get our own place, and I can continue to pursue my dream of becoming an Auror, while you pursue your dream of being apart of the Veela government in France.

All in all, I just want to be with you. That is my sole desire after everything is said and done. As long as I have you, nothing else matters. And knowing you feel the same, is more than I could ever ask for.

I will write again upon reaching Hogwarts tomorrow. I plan on spending the remainder of the night, and the day there, and will then leave the following night at 11pm. So I should be back within the next three days, depending on how smoothly my flight back will be.

Be good. Stay safe.

Love,

Harry

He folded the parchment carefully and placed it neatly inside the envelope. "Hedwig", he said, and whistled as the owl fluttered graciously over and landed on his arm. She took the letter and flew out the open window, eager to deliver her master's message to his lover.

Harry looked on and sighed in contentment. "Hopefully she'll return before I leave." Shrugging, he grabbed his copy of "The Valley of Fear" and flopped cheerfully on the bed. "Now let us see how the masterful Sherlock, handles this…."

Meanwhile

"Harry….oh harry." Bellatrix moaned as she fondled her left breast while her right hand eagerly rubbed her clit. She slapped herself, "You're so fucking weak Bella! Masturbating to someone like Potter! That filthy little bastard!"

It had been 2 years since her escape from Azkaban, and consequently, 2 years since she had last seen "the boy who lived". She had developed her hate for Potter almost instantly upon setting her eyes on him. However, she also developed some form of deep-lust for him. The mere thought of him was enough to make her red with anger, yet wet from desire.

She did not understand, how, or more importantly, why, she had these feelings for him. All she knew is that she had to keep them compressed and out of sight. For if Voldemort knew the true extent of her longing, he'd kill her. If anything, out of jealousy.

"Oh I don't fucking care anymore! Stop teasing me with your tongue, and shove that big cock inside my tight little death eater pussy, AND FUCK ME UP!" She shouted as she shoved three fingers into her sopping wet twat.

She flipped herself over, raising her ass high into the air. "Please, play with my dirty little asshole!" She said aloud, and shoved a finger in while continuing to pleasure her cunt, causing her to yelp in pain, and in pleasure.

Bellatrix drooled and moaned as she continued to ram her holes, "moooorrrreee….moooorrreeee" she panted as she shoved more fingers into her ass, causing her breathing to accelerate. She was so near, and so eager to bring a her body to a shuddering orgasm.

"OH FUCK! I'm gonna cum!" She yelled as her limit was reached.

" .. .. ", she breathed hoarsely as her legs buckled and she fell flat on the ground, as feelings of euphoria and a shot of dopamine washed over her.

Several minutes later, Bellatrix finally found the strength to stand up, only to sit herself back down on her bed.

"Fuck". She said as she ran her fingers through her hair. "...I'm such a backdoor slut". She giggled to herself.

"If Potter sticks his fat cock in my ass, I'm going to absolutely lose my fucking mind." She said as she turned the faucet on, now intent on taking a long warm bath.

"I need to control myself. I desire for the boy, but I need to hate him. There can be no conflict between the two. If I let the lust get out of control, it might develop into love." She sighed.

"But if I fall in love, then he can please my holes everyday…." She thought to herself as she smirked.

She quickly shook her head. "No, no. You must be strong Bella ol' girl. Mustn't let this escalate…"

She sighed contently as the warm water greated her soft pale skin.

"I needed this...it'll probably be the last time before the war that I'm able to take a nice bath."

Looking up at the ceiling, unable to stop thinking about Harry, and then the idea hit her…"what if I go after him?"

She sat up quickly and pondered, "If I can find him before Lord Voldemort does, than I can have my time with him, and not even have to worry about that old dunce learning about my lust and desire!"

Laying back down, she nodded happily to herself, more than content with the plan she had thought up.

"Whether he kills Potter or not, doesn't concern me. I may hate him….but I could care less whether he stays alive or is brought to a grueling demise."

Her face hardened. "But before that day ever comes...I must make Potter MINE!"...