Harry sighed as he trudged through the dark corridors of the dungeon, heading towards his next class. Harry yawned as two other students caught up with him, asking, "Do you know what the plan is for today's class, Harry?"

"Shields, I think."

They nodded and asked, "Are you going into Hogsmeade tomorrow? We're meeting up with some friends that finished last year."

Harry shook his head. "We have practice tomorrow. Gryffindor versus Slytherin in February for the cup, remember?"

They all nodded, telling Harry to beat the slimy Slytherins making Harry grin as he pushed open the door to their classroom. Inside, he saw Tonks and Moody talking quietly by the desk at the front of the room.

Moody saw them come in and motioned for Harry to join them. As Harry walked over, the rest of the students began arriving and taking their seats.

"Potter, for your detention tonight, you have to practice dueling with Tonks." Moody grinned wickedly at Tonks' horrified expression. Harry just smiled benignly. The last time the two had practiced, Tonks had been ill for a week and had had to have tentacles removed from her body at St. Mungo's.

Moody gestured that Harry could sit and the class began.

"Today, we're working on your shields. Miss Tawson versus Mr. Potter," He continued pairing names and then said, "Use your most powerful spells, well, except you Mr. Potter. Use up to Seventh Year allowed curses."

Most of the students hid laughs. They all knew that Harry had learned a lot more curses than the normal student his sixth and first seventh year.

Harry motioned for Emma to go first as his shield flared into existence, silvery with gold and green flares. The majority of the students had barriers but those who had the requisite concentration had shields of one color, mostly a pale pastel. All were flickery compared to Harry's which was strong and humming with overt power.

Emma began casting minor Jinxes and Hexes, occasionally jumping aside to avoid the deflected spells from the other shields. Harry's absorbed all the magic and deflections that hit it, surprising himself and the other students. Harry finally dropped the shield after all the others had collapsed their shields and barriers. The students that had used their barriers wiped their sweaty and cramped hands on their jeans. Moody gestured for them to begin again and the students that used Barriers raised their wands casting the spell while the ones with Shields concentrated, pale pastel fields surrounding them.

Emma's Shield was dark purple with black novaes in it, surprising Harry. It was a lot stronger than he had expected it to be. He grinned and cracked, "It matches your eyes."

He saw her smile through a crack in the field's wall. "You're not my type, Potter. Wrong plumbing. Now hit me."

Harry didn't have a chance to reply. Moody's voice cracked across the room. "Quit flirting, Harry. Hit her." The class all laughed.

Harry brought his wand up and cast a half a dozen weak Jinxes. Emma's shield absorbed a small amount of Harry's energy but threw off the majority. He could see her glaring at him and he called out, "All right. I'll hit you with something harder."

Harry cast the Reductor curse, expecting it to either be thrown off or destroy her shield. What happened next surprised everyone who was watching which happened to be most of the class. Harry's spell hit her Shield, shattering it. It didn't stop there. The spell shifted and continued it's journey, slamming into Emma and throwing her backwards, hard. Harry hadn't even been concentrating when he cast the Hex.

Harry's eyes widened but his reflexes worked faster than his mind did. He cast a cushioning charm on the wall behind her, linking it with a feather charm. Emma hit the wall, the stones behind her exploding into feathers, her form impacted in the wall. She fell to the floor, her skirt around her waist, showing her very inappropriate sheer knickers. Only Tonks noticed since the rest of the class was staring at Harry's shocked and sickened expression. She moved to check the girl and moved her skirt back into place.

"I-is she okay?" Harry asked in a small voice.

Tonks checked her pulse and felt it was strong. She smiled at Harry, weakly knowing she'd be dueling him soon and Moody would be sure to make Harry concentrate. "I'll take her to the Hospital Wing."

Moody growled and motioned for the students to pack their stuff. "Dismissed. Except you, Potter."

Harry nodded and watched the others leaving. Once everyone left, Moody asked, "You weren't even trying, were you?"

Harry nodded, looking at the floor. Moody laughed and Harry looked up to see the man actually smiling. "Come on. We'll check on Miss Tawson and then we'll go to lunch. It seems you've grown in power or you weren't even trying earlier."

Harry raised an eyebrow then quickly packed away his things, following the limping man. In the Hospital Wing, Emma was sitting on the bed, grimacing as Madame Pomfrey walked away. She saw Harry and actually smiled for a moment, surprising Harry.

Tonks said, "She has a minor fracture in her arm and a dislocated finger on her hand. Otherwise, she's fine. You acted fast, Harry."

"If I had concentrated, she'd be okay."

Moody shook his head, surprising both of the students. "Harry, if you'd concentrated, she'd most likely be dead."

Moody and Tonks left after a short while and Harry sat next to her as she waited the requisite hour the nurse demanded. "I don't blame you, Harry. I could've tried to avoid it. I just didn't."

Harry nodded and Emma asked, "Come here?"

She motioned for him to lean over and he did, wondering what she wanted. She grabbed his robes with her good arm and pulled him down into a hard kiss. Harry didn't mean to but he kissed her back, surprised how soft her lips were.

"I've wanted to do that for a long time. I still like girls so don't get any ideas, though."

Harry gaped at her and touched his lips. "Emma, Hermione and I got married last summer. No matter how much you want to do that, don't ever do it again."

She looked at him wide-eyed and asked, "Then why do you say she's just your fiancé?"

"Safety."

Ema nodded after she thought for a moment. "I won't. But you are a good kisser."

Harry left after a few moments and went to lunch, barely paying attention as he walked. He almost ran down two first years from Hufflepuff.

After lunch, Harry went to his next class, glad it was one Emma didn't take. He was sure she wouldn't do it again but he didn't want to be near her at the moment. Harry sighed as he sat down and didn't even listen to the lecture, instead looking out the window and watching water drip from the icicles. He couldn't stop thinking about that kiss. He didn't want another it was just... She tasted almost like Hermione, he thought as he watched birds fly around the top of a tree.

"Mr. Potter. I know this class can be boring but a modicum of attention would be adequate since I've given so much of my time to teaching you."

Harry started and looked at the professor, guiltily. "Sorry, Professor Gillian. I was thinking about recent events."

"As intriguing as your Christmas Break was, I don't think the classroom is the place to be debating it."

Harry grinned sardonically. "I was thinking more recent. Like in the past three hours."

"Pray enlighten us,"the professor said, sitting on his desk and watching The-Boy-Who-Lived.

Harry decided on the majority of the truth and hang what the class of Auror hopefuls thought that hadn't been a part of that morning's class. It was also quite a few. There were two classes for Hexery Hijinks since it was a Ministry run class and only one for this one, Magical Mischief Making.

"I was dueling with Emma in HH and my Reduction Hex shattered her shield and threw her into a wall. I was just thinking about what might have happened if I had actually been concentrating," he pseudo-lied.

Gillian blinked and nodded. "Interesting. Someday I'd love to see you duel someone."

Harry shrugged and waited. Gillian returned to the class schedule, asking, "Now, back to the minor curses of the sixteen hundreds. Who invented the Face Boil Hex?"

Another student raised their hand and Harry pretended to look up the answer, actually watching a wizard in his book pull a dragon out of his hat by the tail.

That night, Harry lay in bed trying not to think about Emma's lips or her body. He wasn't doing very well. Four hours went by before he fell asleep. He dreamt that night of Emma and Hermione lying with him in bed, taking turns sating their desires on him. When he awoke the next morning, Harry sighed and went to take a very cold shower.

In his private bathroom, Harry stared at the mirror across from him as he lathered his hands. He sighed and checked his watch, stepping out of the shower not even taking time to dry off or rinse off the soap. In less than a moment, he'd gone into the sitting room, tossed a pinch of floo powder into the fireplace, and twisted his cloak around his wet body. In less than a moment, he was twisting and turning as he clutched the cloak tightly against his naked body. In his kitchen he nodded hello at Dobby and headed up the stairs, still rethinking his decision.

Hermione lay in bed, her fingers pinching her clitoris as she thought about her husband. A glance at her clock told her she had three more hours before class and she continued pleasuring herself, wishing Harry was there to lick and kiss it instead of using her fingers. Her eyes strayed to the drawer that held the toy Harry had made for her and she reached over to open it, her other hand still pinching and rubbing, her breath starting to get shallow. She jumped when she heard the door crack and pulled her covers over her half naked body, ready to yell at George for not knocking.

Her frown turned into a smile when she saw Harry. "What are you doing here?" she asked, happy to see him.

"Hermione... Emma kissed me... and I feel like crap now... why would she kiss me if she swings for the other team?"

Hermione blinked, her smile fading. She thought about it for a moment and asked, "Where did she kiss you?"

"On the lips."

She shook her hand and asked, "I mean, where in the castle?"

"Oh, in the Infirmary. I kinda knocked her into a wall during our class and I went to make sure I hadn't hurt her."

She gestured for him to sit down near her and she realized not just his hair was wet. "Where did you come from?"

"Shower. I wanted to talk to you."

"How much did you like it?"

"It was nice. She smells like chocolate and Lavender... the scent not the girl. But compared to your kisses, it wasn't all that nice. I prefer how you smell like cinnamon and mint."

Hermione was trying not to get out of bed and got to Hogwarts to start ripping at hair. Once she'd calmed down, she remembered their sixth year. "You saved her life when we were in sixth year. She was one of the girls trapped in Madame Puddifoots."

"She was?"

Hermione nodded and asked, "Have you brushed your teeth since then?"

Harry nodded and she pulled him into a kiss. "She was probably just thanking you. Now I have an itch I need you to scratch."

Harry blinked and smiled hesitantly. "You're not mad?"

"I will be if you don't get rid of that cloak and get under the covers with me. I have three hours before I have to leave for school."

Harry tossed off the cloak and crawled under the covers, kissing her neck as he worked his way down to the itch she needed scratched.

Harry grabbed his cloak and threw on an Aston Martin tee and a pair of black slacks then kissed Hermione one last time. If he didn't hurry, he'd be late to his first class. Dobby handed him a sandwich made from pancakes, eggs and bacon and tossed the powder into the fireplace for him. Harry called out his destination, took a bite and thanked the Houseelf through a mouthful of food.

Hermione lay in bed, grinning happily. She barely noticed the wet spot underneath her. She looked over at the clock and set it for another hour and a half then pulled the covers over her. She yawned and moved over to Harry's side, now avoiding the rapidly cooling spot on the bed.

Harry charged through the dorm common room glad all the other students weren't there. In moments, he'd sailed through all the secret passageways and paused at the door to his first class. Once he caught his breath, Harry walked in and stopped, debating taking his normal seat next to Emma. He finally sat down next to her and whispered, "Hi."

Emma said hello back and the class began. She started taking notes as Harry doodled his wife's name on a piece of parchment, embellishing it with flourishments and curlicues.

As he looked up and out the window, his hand moved independently of his thought processes. He continued sketching as he looked up at the board, a small piece of chalk floating high above Flitwick's head as he talked, sketching out the procedure for the final tests of the year.

When Harry looked down at his page, he was surprised to see a very realistic looking sketch of Hermione's face half hidden by her hair as she leaned over a tome. Emma saw his surprised look and craned her head to see what he was looking at.

"Nice," she whispered.

Harry tucked the sheet into his textbook and wondered where the hell he'd learned to draw. Sketching a quick design for a necklace was different. A base idea was all you needed to work off of. Drawing someone so realistically, that was hard. Harry thought about all the things he could do now that he couldn't do before or had never even thought of trying.

By the time class ended, Harry had written down the things he shouldn't be able to do filling nearly a meter's worth of parchment.

Back in his room, Harry stuck it to the wall and looked at it, wondering what had happened to him. Normally he just pushed it to the back of his mind. Thinking about it got him nowhere since every where he had looked for information had gained him nothing. He doubted even the missing book could help him.

In a moment, Harry's anger boiled over and he began destroying his room. Books were shredded, papers ripped up and he still didn't feel better. He continued destroying things, the only items safe from his rage were his wand, brooms, Fawkes and his stand, the pictures of his wife and the list on the wall. Harry collapsed in a corner, his hair matted to his forehead and his chest heaving.

Harry didn't even need to speak the spell to repair what he'd done. A thought. A mere gesture from his hand and after a flash of brilliantly white light the room was repaired, the books back in their shelves, papers stacked neatly on the newly repaired desk.

Fawkes began singing and flew to Harry's shoulder. Harry maneuvered to give the bird a better stance and felt his cheeks, wondering when the last time he'd cried had been.

He stayed in his room until dinner time, the tears still streaming. Finally he stood and said to Fawkes, "Don't tell anyone about that, huh?"

Fawkes short trill seemed like a laugh as Harry looked in the mirror. He conjured a moist hand towel and wiped his face, wondering what Hermione was up to. He sat down at his desk and pulled out his letter that he'd been working on and wrote a small paragraph;

Strange day today, I drew a picture of you (enclosing it) and then I destroyed my room. I feel much better but it's been so long since I've blown up like that. Anyway, miss you and going to dinner.

Harry left the room, propping the letter on the other pages on the desk. Fawkes flew to his shoulder and rode him down to the Common Room. Some of the students that were heading down at the same time as him asked, "Why weren't you in class?"

Harry shrugged and asked, "What did I miss?"

"Just the trimming of some of the more dangerous plants. Professor Sprout said you can make it up by helping her this weekend."

Harry nodded and spoke the Fawkes. "Coming to dinner with me?"

Fawkes rubbed his head against Harry's cheek and two of the girls walking with him giggled.

Inside the Great Hall, Harry sat down at the head of the table and dished himself a plate as Fawkes balanced on the table on his left side. A few of the girls stopped to rub his back then walked down to their normal places. Harry saw movement in front of him and looked up, surprised to see Tonks heading his way. After their duel, she'd been in the hospital wing all night. This time, Harry didn't feel bad. She knew what she was getting into. He grinned at her as she sat down and asked, "Are you ready for a rematch already?"

She shuddered and shook her head. "Moody wants you to come look at the wards around the lake with him tonight."

Harry nodded and Tonks patted Fawkes then walked away. Harry gave the bird some bacon and then stood, done eating. Fawkes flew to his shoulder and Harry said, "Let's go see Hagrid. I've only visited him once so far."

Harry started out of the castle and towards Hagrid's hut. He knocked and then saw the note. Gone into the forest. Be back later. -Hagrid.

Harry was surprised at the handwriting. Hagrid had never been that great of a speller. He studied it for a moment and was sure it was Hagrid's then dismissed it. Whatever Hagrid was up to, Harry could really care less unless he had to go up against a dragon again. That made him smile. The rumor that Dumbledore could take on a dragon was very true. Harry had seen it in a memory once.

Harry continued on to the lake and sat down on the shore, a handful of stones were near his favorite spot and he leaned against a larger stone, tossing a stone every few minutes and watching them skip.

Harry watched the water and decided that the murky green-brown color wasn't cutting it anymore. A long spell and some minutes later, the top four inches of water turned a shocking green matching his eyes that was only visible to people above the shoreline. He grinned and relaxed. The color wouldn't bother the animals under the water and the original color wouldn't bother him anymore.

He had fallen asleep with Fawkes' trill woke him. He looked around and saw Emily walking his way, carrying a plastic plate covered with green clingwrap.

"Harry? Mum sent you more cookies."

She saw the lake's colors and blinked. She'd been busy picking her way past the last few areas of snowy ground.

"Aren't you cold? Why's the lake so green?"

"No and I got tired of the old color."

She giggled and sat down next to him, handing him the plate. Harry undid the plastic and took out a cookie, offering the plate to Emily. She took one and he set it on the ground in front of him.

"Oh. I forgot. I wanted to show you something." she reached into her robe's pocket and pulled out folded sheet that looked like it was clipped from the Daily Prophet. She unfolded it and held it out for Harry to see. One glance and Harry spat the cookie in his mouth all over his robes. It was a Muggle photo from their wedding and the headline over it said, Harry Potter marries secretly over summer to long time friend Hermione Granger.

Emily asked, "Is it true?"

Harry nodded and said, "Just don't tell anyone, okay? We kept it secret for a reason. If anyone asks, the picture is fake, okay?"

She nodded and sighed, "That's so romantic."

Harry shook his head and read the rest of the story wondering where they'd gotten the picture. Harry took out his compact and was glad to see Hermione answer quickly. She smiled until he showed her the page. When he turned it back, she asked, "Who's with you?" she had barely seen Emily's face.

"Emily. The first year I told you about. Remember? In that letter?"

She nodded and said, "We never discussed that idea. You should do it. I'll write up a release for the papers for you."

"Strine's people already did. They're just waiting for my okay."

She smiled and blew a kiss. "Give it to them. I'll go to the bank to set it up then."

"What about the paper?"

Hermione shrugged. "They were going to find out soon enough. May as well tell the truth."

Harry nodded and said, "Love you. Coming to the dance next month? Or are we going to yours?"

"Let's go to mine."

He nodded and closed the mirror.

Emily asked, "She's still in school?"

Harry nodded. "She goes to a school for Advanced Charms and Enchanting."

Harry stood and helped her up then bent down for the cookies. "I guess you can tell anyone who asks that it's true after all."

She nodded happily then looked slightly frightened. Moody was limping their way. "Tale these with you. I have some work to do."

She nodded and took the plate, scampering away. Moody had a terse grin on his face as his magical eye watched her run away. "Bit young for you, isn't she?"

Harry was surprised. "Humour? You have a sense of humour?"

That brought a full smile to the gnarled and weatherbeaten face of the ex-Auror. It still looked like a grimace but the mirth in the eye could be seen and Harry grinned back. "What did you need my help for, sir?"

"Without Dumbledore, the wards he placed are no longer renewable. I hoped you'd be able to do what I'm not powerful enough to do." Harry took the clipboard Moody handed to him and looked at the spells needing to be done and those that never needed to be worked on. Harry's eyes widened. "That's how those Golems get out."

The Golems under the pitch had modified portkeys in their foreheads and they activated when the school defenses dictated. Unfortunately, three of those wards had failed, and right now, Harry was most likely the only wizard alive that the school board, the Ministry, and the school staff trusted to work the wards. Not mentioning the fact that he was probably the most powerful wizard alive and one of maybe seven worldwide with enough raw power to affect such exquisitely crafted wards.

Harry sat down, not even noticing the snow under his robes and began concentrating, the spells forming in his mind and the air, projecting in front of him. Within minutes, Harry was ready and his wand out as he began placing ward after ward over the school, his voice chanting in Latin so fast it sounded like he was singing, his wand moving so intricately, it reminded the old man of a symphony his late wife had forced him to attend once. He began casting the wards he could do.

They finished close to ten and Harry walked with Moody back to the castle, both heading towards the kitchens. Food was on both their minds. The Warding had taken a lot out of both of them.

Hermione finished her last paper and then picked up the letter she'd been working on. The "O" of "With love" made to look like a heart, a quick flourish of her name, a small heart over the "I," and a kiss imprint of her lipstick and her latest letter for Harry was done. She set it on the desk and waited for Fawkes to return. He'd left a day ago and she was sure he'd gone to see Harry since he'd been gone so long. As she left the library, she debated telling him about Nietzsche. The puppy thought he was Harry's and spent a lot of time looking at doors and fireplaces, waiting for Harry to reappear. The morning before when he had arrived to talk to her, the puppy had been ecstatic, scratching at the door and, until Harry cast a silencing spell, ruining the moment.

She picked up Nietzsche and he perked up as she scratched his stomach. As she reached the sitting room, she saw George with his head in the fire and resisted kicking him square in the rear.

Harry straightened his robes and then hugged Emily goodnight. She had kipped up to his room to borrow his Gobstones and say goodbye before he left. She left the room and Harry made sure the door was secure before tossing the last pinch of floo powder into his fireplace.

He pulled his cloak tightly around his shoulders then leapt into the fire, making sure the majority of his nice robes were covered by the cloak as he called out his destination.

He arrived in the kitchen, surprised to see half a dozen girls in front of him. Dobby took his cloak and he said hello as he made sure all the dust was gone.

After they said hello back, he asked, "Why are you all here?"

"We were doing girl things," one said, a knowing wink passing through the group. Harry cocked an eyebrow and dismissed it as they all left. He removed the rest of the dust and ashes from his hair then walked through the house, heading towards the stairs. He smiled at the dozens of photos she'd put up, mostly from school but a few from their wedding. One with him and Ron drinking showed that the two in the picture had had quite a bit more than they'd actually had at the real wedding. He pulled her gift out of his pocket and set it on the table where Dobby set their mail.

The sheet on the photo of Phineas Black had been removed and he wondered why. Harry shrugged it off and went up the stairs. He opened the door to his bedroom and saw Hermione sitting on the bed. She smiled at him and he tried to remember how to talk. His throat had dried up as he saw the very sexy skirts and bodice she was wearing. A dozen sheer skirts made her legs shadowy under the skirts, yet tantalizing, and the bodice showed her cleavage wonderfully. He was pretty sure she was wearing stockings and some sort of suspenders.

His voice came to him and he said throatily, "I, uhh, I think we should stay home."

She touched the bodice on the front between her breasts and the front seam split apart, revealing two of his favorite things to play with.

"I think it's a very good idea," she replied, her voice purring.

Harry started shedding his robes as she stood, the bodice falling away. He pulled her into a kiss and whispered into her hair, "I love you."

The two lazed in bed the next morning since her first class was at eleven and Hogwarts' morning classes had all been canceled for seventh years. They caressed each other as they lay there, trading kisses and whispers of love until Harry nipped her earlobe and said, "I should get back. What do you want to do for the spring break, though?"

"The island again. Twelve days of sun and sand."

He smiled as he stood to walk to the bathroom and asked over his shoulder, "What about the sex?"

He heard the smile in her voice as he turned on the water. "That too." As he stepped under the spray, he asked, "Care to join me?"

He heard the bedsheets rustle and a moment later she was under the hot spray, body gel in her hands as she lathered him up. He lathered his hands also, sticking mainly to her chest. She giggled, "Well, at least I know some parts of me will be clean."

Harry popped into his room and shook off the ash, using a cleansing spell to remove the excess. He packed his book bag and decided he had enough time to work on her letter some more. As he sat down, a tapping at his window signified he had some letters. He opened the window and two birds flew in, one a Spine-Tailed Swift, the other Remus' decrepit owl. He'd had the same one since he'd been in school, nearly thirty years before. Harry read Remus' first and quilled a quick reply, saying that if Hermione was up for it, they'd definitely enjoy coming over for dinner as soon as they could, giving the owl his reply.

Harry added that to Hermione's letter and then opened the second letter, wondering who had sent him mail by such an expensive and rare bird in Europe. The Swift was waiting, its small frame shivering slightly in the cool air of his room. Harry waved his hand and the fire flared, heating the room almost instantly.

Harry read the letter and his lips drew away from his teeth in a death's head grimace. He left the room and went straight to the Headmaster's office. While the man still didn't completely trust him, Harry trusted the man as much as he trusted anyone.

The gargoyle leapt aside as Harry whispered the year's password and walked up the stairs, hoping the man was alone; or if not, it was Moody with him.

Harry lucked out. Moody, Tonks, and Arthur were in the room, talking. Harry dropped the letter on the desk and opened Arthur's liquor cabinet, taking out a silver trimmed cut glass bottle. Inside, black fluid moved around, leaving a thin film of the fluid on the glass. He poured the drink into a lead crystal tumbler as Arthur looked at the letter then passed it to the other two.

Harry levitated three more glasses onto the table and set the bottle down. He tossed off the drink he had poured himself and grimaced, then poured another, pouring the three adults drinks, also. Moody was surprised to see the young man drinking Arcerian Blackened Whiskey. He was even more surprised that Arthur had any. The drink was the most illegal spirit in the Wizarding world. Arthur noticed his look and said, "Harry gave it to me for Christmas. I have no clue where to get stuff like that."

Harry gave a tight grin and went back to the letter he had received, "It was delivered by a Spine-tailed Swift. One of the fastest birds in the world. Rare as hell around here. I truly doubt anyone but Muggles have them around here and those would be in aviaries."

Moody nodded and said, "We'll send it to the Ministry. It's possible it was made by magic. If so, the traces might be identifiable."

Harry sipped at this glassful, nodding. His throat burned but he barely noticed it. Tonks rubbed her elbow and gave a mock-glare at Harry. Harry just sighed, "'My time is at hand. I am the future,' and the same bloody eye stalk and sword image."

Harry tossed off the drink and set the tumbler down as Tonks sealed the letter in an envelope. Harry stood and said, "The bird was in my room. I'll see if he's still there and place a tracer spell on him. Should have thought of that before."

Harry left the room, heading back to the tower. The few students he encountered on the way moved out of his path immediately, the black mood evident on his face. The letter told Harry he was definitely part of this battle, no matter how much he wanted to be out of it. Back on his room, he saw the bird was gone. Remus' bird was still waiting so Harry gave him the letter and an owl treat, then closed the window after he left.

"He knows about Harry," a seventeen year old woman murmured, her eyes violet, her black hair long and straight.

The cloaked figures next to her nodded. They continued watching the orb until Harry started stripping down. The image flickered out of existence as the tallest figure next to her coughed. He'd noticed his daughter's distinct interest in Harry's chest.

Her face flushed slightly and she turned away. After a moment she turned back and asked, "What are you going to do? His training seems to be gone."

One of the cloaked figures removed his hood, revealing a silvery white beard and hair framing blue eyes that twinkled. "We may need to bring him back but all his training is not gone. He knows to hate that symbol. He uses your magic well. The majority of the knowledge instilled in him remains. The body conditioning is evident in his new avocation. And he married Hermione. At least he's done something right."

The second cloaked figure removed his hood and turned to the legion behind them. His jaw seemed to distend as he dismissed them in lilting tones he almost sang. Thousands of cloaked figures disappeared through arches, torches above them disappearing as they all left.

The white haired man started to leave but was stopped by the girl. She asked them both, "We can bring him back... or one of us could go there?"

Her father conjured a throne with his hand and sat down, slumping as he thought. Finally, "It is possible. But we have little knowledge of jumping through the veils. Our bringing him though and sending him back was only the second time it's been used. We watch and don't interfere. Or we used to not interfere. At least, not until one of our own decided he didn't like our role."

The white haired man spoke. "I can't go back. I just recently died there. Who do you trust enough?"

The young woman looked at her father hopefully.

Hermione was trying to figure out how she had agreed to this. A man wearing a thong undulated his bum near her face and she looked down, her cheeks bright red. She leaned over and asked, "Michelle, why are we here?"

Her friend took her eyes off the man's package and turned to Hermione, grinning. "Because it's fun."

"Fun is being with Harry. This... this-this is degrading."

Michelle stuck her tongue out at Hermione and said, "Not everyone had the chance to have the most eligible bachelor fall in love with them. But we can go, if you really want to. Efrin isn't working tonight."

They left the club and walked into the parking lot, heading for Harry's car. Michelle sighed luxuriously as she settled into the passenger's side and she asked, "Do you think Harry will let me borrow his car sometime?"

Hermione laughed. "Doubtful. He barely likes letting my father borrow it."

The young woman sighed theatrically and then started messing with the radio, looking for a pop station. She didn't like Harry's choices of CDs.

On the way back to the Manor, they stopped at a restaurant and got a late dinner, going over notes from school quietly, not wanting any Muggles nearby to hear them.

Michelle Disapparated once they left the restaurant and Hermione drove home alone, wishing Harry would be there when she arrived. She sighed as she pulled the car into the garage next to hers and walked into the kitchen, walking softly so she wouldn't wake Dobby. She saw the light on in George's room and stopped to say good night then headed up to her room, stripping down for bed. In a few moments, she climbed into bed, wearing a pair of Harry's boxers and one of his vests. She had given up on wearing her own sleepwear since she enjoyed his smell.

Her hand reached between her thighs as she thought about Harry dancing around in a thong. She fell asleep minutes later, a smile on her face, her fingers still moving occasionally.

The next morning, she sat reading Harry's very long letter and occasionally glancing at the picture he'd included. A huge stack of mail sat next to the fire, the majority letters from the Daily Prophet and every other news and gossip rag on the market. She got to the last page and her face flushed as she read the things Harry wanted to do with her in explicit detail. She could feel herself getting moist as she read and she took the letter upstairs, locking the door behind her. She took out the toy he'd made and laid back, reading the letter and imaging Harry between her thighs instead of the dildo.

Harry sighed as he sat in potions, listening to the professor prattle on about potions. A momentary memory of Harry, Ron and Hermione all hitting him with the same spell made him grin at the most inopportune time.

"Mr. Potter, you seem to find this amusing," Snape said, drawing closer to the student.

Harry grinned ferally. "No, I find the thought of three students hitting you with the disarming spell and then two of them saving a man's life and losing you an award amusing. I find the potion boring and your teaching style pedantic. Good day."

Harry stood, placing his supplies back into his bag and leaving the room. The door nearly ripped off the hinges as he approached it. Everyone stared, thinking he was angry enough that he had accidental magic boiling off him. So far, no one knew that he was able to do wandless magic.

Harry sighed once he'd made it out of the dungeons. Professor McGonagall was going to gut him alive. At least he had practice to look forward to tonight. And the match in three days for the cup. Harry walked to the library. He had nothing else to do, so he decided to check one last time for the book and then curl up in Hermione's favorite spot with a book. Hermione had sent him a copy of a Muggle best seller that she had thought he'd like. He nodded at Madame Pince and made his way to the seat, sitting down in it and cracking the book open.

That evening at dinner, Severus Snape confronted Harry in the Great Hall. As Harry passed the staff table to get to his, Severus spoke loud enough for only Harry and a few of the staff to hear. "I'm so glad Sirius died, Potter."

Harry's blood went cold as he turned around. His wand slid from his wrist holster into his hand as his book bag fell to the floor, books and quills scattering. Harry's blood boiled as he looked at the man who'd antagonized and belittled him at every moment, sometimes worse than Malfoy had. And he snapped. His magic began swirling around him, pressing students and staff out of the center of a magic fueled tornado. Only Harry and Snape were in the eye as plates, books, tables, and chairs were pushed and thrown out of the way.

Snape looked at the young man, his eyes wide as the robes on the student's back ripped, his shirt in tatters around his chest. Black shadowy wings emerged from Harry's shoulders as his skin boiled and shifted, shredding the rest of his clothing. His skin darkened, becoming as hard as granite. His feet ripped his Dragonhide boots to shreds, tearing items that could survive the battles of dragons attacking with tooth, claw, and fire. The creature's immensely thick, meter long flaccid penis hung down, looking like a stunted third leg.

Harry's arms became more muscular as the skin thickened and darkened, his fingers elongating and developing claws that would make a dragon envious. Harry's eyes shifted back to the green everyone know so well but instead of having whites surrounding pupils and irides, the whole of the eyes were a shocking green. The scar everyone knew so well covered the whole left side of the face of the being, bisecting his left eye. The snout of a dragon was blended with the face of the gargoyle that guarded the entrance to the Headmaster's office. Snape looked up at the creature and it roared, a green forked tongue lolling out of its mouth.

The wings snapped down as they beat once and the beast roared again. Snape could feel warm liquid staining the front of his robes and running down his legs. Urinating himself was the least of his worries. The fifteen foot tall half gargoyle half dragon stood above the Potion Master looking at the man like he would make a tasty snack.

The Harry/Gargoyle reached down and picked up the man by his neck, bringing him closer. Aurors began arriving as the schools wards began activating but doing nothing. The beast stomped to the doors as students scrambled to get out of the way. While the room had been strangely silent until then, now the students were panicking as the creature carried the professor, spells bouncing off the hide of the being as he stomped through the castle, his three toed, clawed feet leaving deep impressions.

Harry's mind wasn't in control. The Draknar's mind was and all Harry could do was wonder what was happening.

Outside, the wings began to beat and the being lifted off the ground, powerful strokes taking them into the air, higher and higher. Snape was babbling, tears running down his face until they reached an altitude of nearly a thousand meters. They were half a mile up and Snape was having a hard time breathing, the creature's fingers around his neck were so tight. The creature roared again and the transformation ended, Harry's naked form and Snape's black clad form falling out of the air, heading towards the ground.

Moody caught Harry's falling body as two other Aurors caught Snape's. Moody didn't know what Harry had become but he knew Snape was no longer a professor anymore. If the Board didn't remove him, Moody was going to. Permanently. He had heard what the man said.

Aurors made portkeys and transported the two to St. Mungo's. Poppy was closer but they needed professionals for this.