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Harry was rushed to St. Mungos. His forehead was still bleeding deeply, immense pain still surging, causing him to scream. He was seeing white, barely conscious of what was going on. The pain build and build until, finally, he blacked out.

He woke up wearing a white patients gown, his forehead heavily patched and his parents, Sirius and Remus, and Ron sitting around his bed. "Harry!"

Harry felt hands on him as he tried to sit up, pushing him down. "Harry, you need to lay down." It was Ron who said this, his hands on Harry's shoulder.

"I'm fine," Harry gritted. "Just my head hurts," his eyes winced closed as a surge of pain pulsed in his forehead. "I don't know what happened."

"You were cursed," Mr. Potter said. "We're lucky we got to St. Mungo's when we did. Your mum and I did our best to contain it, but the Healers here stopped it completely. Do you remember anything at all Harry?"

Groaning, Harry tried his best to fight through the pain. His memories seemed scrambled, he couldn't connect events together as they fade in and out in a hazy fog in his mind. The pain pulsing, Harry could barely open his eyes, his throat dry. "No, not now," he groaned. He took deep breaths, with each exhale the pain in his head subsided slowly. After a while, the pain was bearable, and Harry opened his eyes fully. "I was dreaming," he said, discussing this more to himself than his surroundings, "there were snakes and a cold laugh… it sounded familiar."

"Don't try too hard to remember for now Harry," Ron urged, "just forget about it for now."

"No," Harry said, turning to look at Ron clearly, seeing worry etched onto his face. He took another breath and frowned, "I don't know why but I feel that this is connected with my case. I need to solve this."

"But why?" Ron frowned, "I mean you've gotten far enough, right? You got those jackasses out of my shop, didn't you? Can't that be enough?"

Harry stared at Ron for a long moment, "No," he said stubbornly. He turned to his dad, "Dad can't you help me explain?"

"I think Ron is right on this one Harry," Mr. Potter said, "you need to rest."

"I'm fine," Harry insisted. His vision was starting to come back fully, and he looked around. Seeing the worried faces looking back at him, Harry's resistance faded. "What happened?" he asked.

"I was about to ask you the same thing, Mr. Potter," a mediwizard said, walking into the room. "It is nice to see you awake," he added. She moved towards Harry and tapped her wand on his forehead. "You have given us quite a shock," she said, looking between Harry and a clipboard with a self-writing quill. "Your wound was difficult to stop bleeding, very difficult. It was a dark curse, one of the worst ones we've seen. However, we contained it just in time. There will be a scar, however." She removed her wand and looked at Harry, "You are an Auror, correct?" she asked.

"Yeah," Harry nodded.

"Then this can be filed under an occupational hazard," the mediwizard continued. "I am sure that you are more than excited to return to the force, however we are going to have to keep you overnight. Policy and all. We want to make sure that the curse is fully contained, and that your scar won't continue bleeding as it did before." Harry found his hand moving to the bandage that covered his forehead.

"Is it very noticeable?" he asked.

"No, you should be able to hide it with your hair, if that is what you are worried about," the mediwizard said, "however there still might be some residual dark magic, which is why we want to watch you just for one night."

Harry frowned, but nodded, "I understand," he said.

"I'll stay with you love… if you want," Ron said. Harry turned and smiled at him, reaching out, he held Ron's hand gently. "I would appreciate that Ron," he said fondly. He looked at the mediwizard and asked, "Can he stay?"

She looked at him, "Of course your partner is allowed to stay," she said, "Let me get a form for that. In the meantime, please try to remember what happened for both of our records. I've dealt with aurors many times before, and on the clock or not, injuries always results in a lot of paperwork for both of us."

"Understand," Harry nodded.

The mediwizard left. Harry looked at his family. "I'll be fine," he said, "Ron's with me."

Still worried, the four agreed that it would be best for Ron to stay with Harry. "Do you remember anything Harry?" Mr. Potter asked. He pulled out a piece of parchment and self-ink quill. "I'll write it down."

"Just my dream and the cold laugh," Harry said. "It sounded familiar…" he thought for a moment before shaking his head.

"Well what about today then? What did you do?"

Harry thought. "I went out on a double date with Ron Blaise and his boyfriend Draco Malfoy. We went to a restaurant, and there… there Mr. Riddle interrupted us. That was the only thing out of the ordinary I guess you can say… he gave me a business card, the one I showed you, and invited me to his home for lunch one day. That's all really and after that I went to bed and all I can remember after my dream is pain until I ended up here."

"You've been in and out for most of the day," Harry's dad informed him. "You spent most of the day now in that bed."

"No wonder I feel so heavy," Harry grumbled. Mr. Potter nodded and wrote.

"What time is it?" Harry asked.

"Eight," Lupin answered, speaking for the first time.

"We were all worried for you, cub," Sirius said.

"Sorry," Harry said.

"Nothing to apologize for dear," Mrs. Potter said, "You need your rest."

Mr. Potter finished writing and placed the scroll next to Harry's bed. "We'll see you in the morning," he said, hugging Harry gently.

Mrs. Potter kissed and hugged Harry before his uncles both hugged him. They said their goodbyes and sleep wells, and left the room.

Harry turned to Ron, who still looked worried. "I'll be fine," he promised.

"I know love," Ron said, "but your job… I know we promised but, it's just very risky." He sighed and shook his head. "I don't want this to become commonplace."

"It won't, I promise… Daddy," Harry said. Ron perked up at those words. Harry gave a smile, "We're alone," he said, "and I want to forget and make sure my Daddy is happy."

"Such a good girl you are," Ron growled, "worrying about her Daddy." Harry giggled. Ron kissed Harry, Harry looking the feeling of Ron's stubble against his smooth face only to be interrupted by the mediwizard. She cleared her throat and thrust a piece of paper and quill in front of Ron. Ron filled it out silently and gave it back to the mediwizard. As soon as she was gone, they started kissing again.

"Daddy," Harry mewled.

"Yes babygirl?"

Harry blushed and looked down at his bed, where a tent was growing. Ron saw it and chuckled, "That was just from me kissing you Harry?" he teased.

"I'm wet," Harry blushed. Ron chuckled and pulled the sheets, revealing the nightgown Harry was changed into. "Such a naughty girl," Ron said. He gently lifted the gown and slid Harry's underwear off. "Harry baby, we need to get you panties," Ron suggested. "Good girls don't wear boxers."

"Sorry Daddy," Harry breathed.

"It's okay girl, Daddy's here," Ron said. His own cock was hardening but he ignored it for now. Tonight it was all about making his babygirl feel good. With the gown folded over, and Harry's boxers on the floor, Ron helped Harry's knees up to a comfortable position. "How is your pussy so tight?" he chuckled, looking at the tight pink ring of muscle. "I just fucked it a couple days ago."

"I miss it," Harry breathed. "I miss Daddy's cock."

"Don't worry babygirl, Daddy will make you feel good," Ron breathed. He licked his fingers and pressed it against Harry's hole, circling around before pushing in. Harry's voice hitched into a moan. "That's it," Ron said, "Real men don't need fancy spells to make their girls moan." With his other hand he gripped Harry's hard clit and slowly played with it. "You haven't been touching this, have you girl?" he asked.

"No Daddy," Harry gasped. Ron's hand squeezing his clit felt so good.

"Good girl," Ron said, "Because who has the cock in our family?"

"You do, Daddy," Harry gasped. "Daddy has the cock and I have the clit."

"Good girl," Ron said soothingly. He moved both hands together, fingering Harry's pussy in beat with his slow thrusts. Harry gasped and withered around Ron's hands starting to sweat and moan as another finger was added and Ron's pace increased.

"Fuck Harry, such a tight pussy," Ron groaned. "You love my fingers don't you?"

"Yess Daddy," Harry slurred, "Need more…"

Ron chuckled. "So greedy to be full?" He squeezed Harry's clit. "Bet you'll love to turn this into a real pussy, huh girl? Get full even more?" Harry moaned, his mind turning escatic. Deep inside he loved the idea as his heart pacened and his tits felt weird, turned on. Electricity flown through him as Ron edged him on. "Well girl? Say it!"

"Yes Daddy!" Harry cried out. "I want a pussy. A real one. To be so full of youuu."

"Good bitch," Ron said, now roughly fucking Harry with his fingers as he stroke Harry's clit, squeezing tightly. "I want to feel your walls on my fucking cock as I fuck your real fucking cunt. You're my girl Harry! Mine! And nothing will change that!"

"I'm yours, I'm yours," Harry cried out, so close to the edge. "Daddy please."

"Please what?"

"Cum—cum!"

"That's it girl, cum on my hands," Ron said and with a final squeeze, Harry felt his entire body shake as he had the strongest orgasm he ever had. His dick shuttered and squirted, messing his body and Ron's hand, ropes of cum landing on his face and staining his nightgown. High on the orgasm, Harry smiled dimly at Ron as Ron lapped up his cum, cleaning his girl with his tongue.

"That was… amazing," Harry breathed. Ron smiled, looking very pleased with himself. He kissed Harry gently and pulled his fingers out of Harry's hole. "I just wanted to make my girl happy," he said.

Harry smiled at that. "About that," he said. "I think we should try it out… even if it's just for a few days."

"You mean you having a real pussy?" Ron asked.

"And being a girl," Harry nodded. "It might be fun."

"Fuck you know just what to say to make me so hard," Ron groaned. Harry chuckled and leaned to kiss Ron.

"God I love you," he said.

"I love you too Harry," Ron said. "You're my boy and my girl."

Harry smiled at that and bit his bottom lip. "When all of this is done," he said. "When I catch the bastard who did this, I'll take a vacation just you and me… there I can take a potion and just for a few days, we can be that."

"Sounds amazing love," Ron smiled. "And I'm sorry, you know, about earlier… and this." He motioned around the room.

"It's okay, you were worried, I understand," Harry said. "You were just… you were just a worried Daddy," he giggled.

"Fuck yeah I am," Ron swore, "I'm always worried about my baby." They kissed tenderly and Harry moved in his bed, making room for Ron.

"I didn't want to make my folks worried," Harry whispered, "but I have a feeling about who did this to me." He glanced up at Ron, "I'll end this soon, I promise. But first, tomorrow, I'm visiting Crabbe and Goyle. There's something I need to know."

"Okay baby," Ron whispered, "but for tonight… can we just be Daddy and his baby?"

Harry smiled and curled around Ron. "Yes Daddy," he said. Humming contently, the two men hugged each other, not needing to talk, both sexually satisfied and tired. Harry fell asleep in Ron's arms, and the Weasley smiled down at his love, his hand moving to his pocket, an idea forming in his head. "When this is all over," he promised Harry, "you'll be mine fully."

A/N: I am so sorry. This story is just so difficult for me to write. I have my notes and motivations but just… I don't know the motivation just moves elsewhere. Not to worry though, we are reaching the end and Harry and Ron will have their much needed vacation.