The first year at Hogwarts ends Harry sat down between the two smiling Hufflepuff girls on the Hogwarts express, already missing the old castle disappearing in the horizon. Strange how such a short time could make him feel so incredibly attached to the place, even after everything that had happened at the school, he felt like it was a part of him now.
Looking at Susan telling one of her stories, wildly gesturing with her hands while her fierce red braid bounced around her shoulders he smiled softly, at least he only had to wait three weeks before he could spend his summer at Bones'.
The End-of-Term Feast had been great, Sprout being almost teary eyed at finally receiving the House Cup amid wild cheers from her table. Dumbledore had assigned some last-minute points but they did little to change the balance of the points, the early lead Gryffindor had enjoyed had plummeted after McGonagall had punished the boys.
Their hopes of recovery had died when Hermione had taken Harry's advice and stopped answering every single question in class, leaving them floundering in last place for much of the year. The Slytherins had no better luck, with Harry displaying the memory of his class with Snape to the teachers, the other Heads had insisted on inspecting all his point deductions for the rest of the year, drastically bringing down the impact of his favoritism.
It had ultimately come down to a point race between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, yet Harry's impact on the points had given them the victory. There wasn't a single female teacher in the school that disliked the boy and his prodigious talent had been noted by everyone, quickly racking up points for the house. Hufflepuff was also rather famous for almost never losing any points, making any points they gained stick for the rest of year.
Walking out of the Great Hall had also been a large relief for Harry, as the rumors regarding what happened to Professor Quirrell were wildly circulating the school. Add in the fact that Harry Potter, who never was sick, had spent four nights in the Hospital Wing and then received an additional hundred points for 'Services to the School' by Albus Dumbledore himself, and it was no surprise that more than one pair of eyes were intently studying the young boy.
He had barely made it five feet out of the hall before Mistress Andromeda showed up and pulled him into a classroom, locking the door behind her. It had worried Harry slightly; she had not been in the best mood after hearing about, what she called, his suicidal brain-dead attempt at challenging a fully trained wizard in wizarding combat.
His feeble 'but I won' had done nothing to ease her ire, yet Harry didn't mind her rant as he could easily see the worry and relief in her eyes when she had realized he was awake and unharmed.
"Hello Harry, congratulations on the House Cup."
"Hello and thank you Mistress."
"As you now have several magical friends you no doubt wish to keep in contact with during the summer, I thought it would be prudent to give you your birthday present a few months early."
Turning around she pulled up a large cage, removing the dark red blanket that was covering it. Harry stared in awe at the bright white snowy owl staring back at him with large amber eyes
"Wow."
"Indeed, the shop keeper said she was a fierce headstrong animal, with everything that's been going on I reckon you could use a strong companion by your side."
Harry carefully opened the cage, offering his hand. The owl seemed to stare at it for a while before nimbly jumping on his arm, the strong claws getting a firm grip.
"She's gorgeous, what's her name?"
"It's your owl now, that's up to you."
Looking at the way the owl seemed to get a smug satisfaction from his compliment it only took him a few seconds before deciding,
"Hedwig."
"Hmm, from Ancient Germanic?"
"Yeah, seems fitting."
The name Hedwig originates from the Germanic name Hadewig, derived from the Germanic elements hadu 'battle' and wig 'war', a name he thought fitting now that he knew that Voldemort was still alive. The owl seemed to agree, softly nipping at his hand in agreement.
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The door to their compartment being pulled open snapped him out of his thoughts, a flustered looking Tonks looking at the four, or now with the addition of the owl, five of them.
"Hey Tonks, what's up?"
"Wotcher Harry, can we talk for a bit?"
"Yeah sure, I'll see you in a bit ladies."
Harry smirked at the snort Hannah let out; she always found his polite gestures amusing, never being one for much pomp herself. Following Tonks, he watched as she scouted out an empty compartment before ushering him in, locking and silencing the door behind him. After a bit of awkward silence Harry decided to; get the conversation going,
"So, what's up?"
"Well, umm, you know we're probably not going to see much of each other for several years? Like my Auror training will start in a week and will be a hectic few year and you got school and so forth." Harry nodded solemnly, he had considered it and couldn't help feeling a bit bummed out; he had enjoyed his time growing closer to Tonks a lot.
"Anyway, I don't know exactly what we are, if we are anything that is. I just wanted to say that, you know, I'm going to miss you and hope we can still talk when I'm done with Auror training."
Harry smiled at that,
"Yeah, I'm going to miss you too and I definitively want to see more of you in a few years."
He wiggled his eyebrows and gave her a once over as he said the words, making her giggle slightly at the innuendo. Neither of them had gone beyond oral sex, Harry because he was more than satisfied with her throat and Tonks because it just felt strange giving her virginity to a first year. In fact, the whole situation felt strange, he was so young compared to her, but somehow taking that last step seemed a bit too much right now.
She engulfed him in a soft hug, whispering a soft "we'll just have to see about that later" into his ear, chuckling softly at the way she could feel him instantly harden at her touch. She couldn't help feeling flattered at the way he reacted to her; it was intoxicating to be so desired.
Clearing his mind and keeping her at arm length he gazed into her dark eyes,
"Tonks there's something else I need to tell you."
Seeing he had her attention he spoke with an even tone,
"There's a very high possibility I will become Lord Black when I claim my place as the Head of house Potter. If and when that happens, I will be taking you and Andromeda back into the Black family, giving you the name you originally deserved."
Interrupting her before she could voice her protests he continued,
"There's no point arguing, I would have done this for you even before I got to know you, simply because I want to repay Andromeda for everything, she has done for me. After getting to know you however, there is absolutely no way you can convince me you don't deserve a name that belongs to you."
Instead of arguments, he was greeted by a deep gentle kiss, before she hugged him to her chest with a softly whispered "thank you". Tonks was no idiot, she knew what this could mean for her, her dream of advancing as an Auror was constantly being hindered by not only her half-blood heritage but also her name, which practically shouted to the world that she came from a muggle background.
A name like Black, on the other hand, opened every single door that would have otherwise been barred and not even the biggest pureblood elitist would dare to sniff at someone of Black blood, let alone the fact that she would be under the personal protection of The-Boy-Who-Lived. Still one thing did worry her and she voiced it.
"I wonder how dad is going to take that."
"Huh?"
Harry hadn't even considered Ted Tonks, considering neither woman really talked about him.
"Well, he's been pretty upset with mom taking that teaching job at Hogwarts, it's kind of silly, it's like he wants her to distance herself from the wizarding world."
"Huh, bet your mom took that well."
She chuckled softly at that,
"Yeah, they haven't really been getting along that well for years now. Dad really likes his numbers and seems to get angry at mom whenever she has anything to do with the magical world. I think he's pretty bitter about how he was treated as a muggleborn.
Mom on the other hand seems tired of being ignored in favor of his work. I'm not even certain how they ended up together, I wouldn't say it out loud to them, but I think they married when they were too young, they have almost nothing in common anymore."
"Well, if he cares for you, he should be happy about you reclaiming your birth right as a Black, he as a muggleborn should know how much a name like that can help you in the wizarding world."
"Yeah…he hasn't been very happy about me wanting to become an Auror either."
"Then he's a fucking idiot, you're a brilliant witch and should take pride in the fact that you can kick so much ass."
She seemed slightly flustered at his words before she broke out in a deep loud belly laughter that sounded cleansing to Harry. Guess she needed to hear that.
Their moment was interrupted by the train horn, signaling that they were approaching London. Harry smiled softly at the young woman, realizing he was going to miss her a lot.
"You're going to kick ass as an Auror Tonks, never doubt that."
"Yeah, yeah, you better stay safe Harry, don't doubt for a second I'll leave you alone once I'm graduated."
"I'll keep you to that promise, be seeing you Tonks."
"You too Harry."
Walking back to his compartment he put his Occlumency to use to smoothen out his melancholy face, it wasn't a final good bye after all, no point getting so hung up over it. The girls turned to him as he entered, taking one look at his face before exchanging a significant glance.
Harry frowned at that; how on earth could women read anything from his face when he used his Occlumency, he simply didn't understand it, it had to be some sort of magical gift.
"Come on Harry, hurry up, I want you to meet my mum!"
Harry groaned at Hannah, about to argue before Hermione piped up,
"Yeah, you have got to meet my parents as well; they really want to meet you."
Groaning even louder he looked at the two of them in desperation before turning to Susan in hopes of salvation. Her answering grin sunk his hopes and she only giggled when he went down on his knees, clasping his hands in a praying gesture.
"Man, up Harry, I promise that Aunt Amelia and I won't laugh too loudly as we watch you get shown around like a circus animal."
His gasp of disbelief made the other two girls laugh as well, before they pushed him towards his things. Sighing he grabbed his things before remembering his clothing; he was still in his school robes.
He pulled out his expensive acromantula robes that carried the impressive Potter crest, Mistress Andromeda's words of 'never hiding what can't be hidden' echoing in his head. Everyone knew who he was; attempting to hide it would only lead to suspicion. 'Take pride in what you are' indeed.
The dark red robes glinted in the sunlight as he followed the girls out of the train, his arrival instantly causing hushed whispers to spread among the parents and relatives waiting for their charges.
His relaxed commanding posture was becoming almost natural to him, something he no longer paid much attention to after having it drilled into him so many times. He watched as people analyzed his every move, some people nodding at him, which he calmly returned, trying to ignore the whispers he heard.
"Troll…spread all over the bathroom he said…Professor Quirrell missing... one hundred points for services to the school…talented... first in his year…Black...Bones...Malfoy…"
He snorted softly at that, at least he knew what Mistress Andromeda had meant about word getting around about him. He could only imagine what it would have looked like if he had skulked out of the train like a thief, no doubt making him look guilty of whatever imagined crime people might think of.
"Aunt Amelia!"
Harry dodged Susan's red braid as she shot off towards her Aunt, hugging the stern looking woman happily. He enjoyed the way more than one obvious pureblood cast nervous glances towards the woman, her reputation was widespread indeed.
"Harry!"
Turning around he saw Hannah walking towards him, followed by a tall blonde woman in an elegant blue robe that was obviously her mother. Hannah didn't speak much about her family besides her mother, but Harry knew she was a half-blood, her muggleborn father having been killed in the first Wizarding war.
It was obvious where Hannah had gotten her looks from, the long flowing blonde locks on the Matriarch of the Abbott family were almost identical to her blonde pigtails, yet her beauty had obviously matured with age, leaving a crisp defined woman.
Harry couldn't resist giving her a once over, realizing that if that was what Hannah was going to look like then she was very lucky indeed, she had the elegance and body of a Black sister, yet her mannerisms and soft smile was the complete opposite of their public image.
Remembering his manners, he gently grasped the offered hand, kissing her on her knuckles while performing a textbook bow.
"A pleasure to finally meet you Mrs. Abbott, Hannah has spoken highly of you."
The familiar looking brown eyes seemed to study him intently while a soft smile played on her lips.
"A pleasure to meet you as well Mr. Potter, but please, call me Judith. After all, I have heard so much about you from my daughter's letters."
Harry looked at her in surprise before glancing at a furiously blushing Hannah.
"Mom!"
Her answering laughter only made Hannah redder, even making Harry chuckle softly.
"Uhm, sure, Judith, if you call me Harry."
"There he is, Harry!"
Harry turned towards Hermione's voice, seeing what he assumed was her parents, being led towards them by Hermione. They looked terrible out of place on the platform, no doubt pulled through the barrier by their daughter. Harry estimated them to be fairly wealthy based on their clothing and moved in to shake hands with the father.
"Harry Potter, pleasure to meet you."
The grip was surprisingly firm for what looked like a fairly small man, wiry and wearing a pair of simple glasses.
"Daniel Granger, nice to meet you."
His attempts at properly greeting her mother were interrupted when she pulled him into a deep hug, crushing him against her bust.
"No need for that Harry, after everything I've heard about you, I feel like I already know me. Call me Emma."
He turned slightly red, the woman looked like an older shapelier Hermione, with perfect teeth and sleek hair framing her toned figure, definitively an attractive woman. He agreed quickly, making Emma chuckle softly at his flustered face. They had been on the verge of removing their girl from that school until the tone in her letters had suddenly made a complete U-turn, filled with stories about the new friend she had made.
Whereas Hermione didn't come straight out and admit it, her letters hinted at the fact that she was being bullied and having Harry as a friend had put a sudden abrupt stop to that. That fact had been enough for the boy to gain Dan's approval, although Emma didn't mention that his approval had raised considerably more after they found out his other two close friends were girls as well.
Studying the admiring gaze her daughter was giving the boy she sighed, her assumption that there was more going on than simple friendship from her daughter's side had been correct. Looking at the two other girls circling the boy, not to mention the looks he was getting from everyone else she knew her daughter wasn't going to have an easy time here.
Harry trudged towards the barrier after having promised Hannah and Hermione that he'd keep in contact for the twentieth time, slipping through the magical obstacle with a confident gait. He spotted his Uncle standing near the Dursley car, hiding his frown of distaste at the man as he walked towards him. His eyes widened slightly as he spotted Harry, standing up straight and gesturing towards the trunk.
"So, you're back then boy."
Harry nodded, answering with a short "Yes, Uncle Vernon", perplexed at his Uncle's neutral tone. If he didn't know better, he could've sworn he actually didn't seem displeased at all to see him, which was strange considering the usual venomous tone he received.
"Yes, well, that's... not bad, Petunia has been needing some help around the house."
Harry nodded, even more confused, staring at the weird movement Vernon's lips were doing. Was that what he thought it was? No, but it was, his Uncle was actually trying to politely smile at him. The grimace looked more like he was constipated, but he got the message, even if it made for a highly uncomfortable car ride.
Harry almost sighed in relief as they arrived at Privet Drive, Uncle Vernon attempting to be civil with him was freaking him out big time, what the hell had happened here? He spotted Dudley walking out of the house as he arrived and was even further confused as Dudley stared at him for a while before giving him a small wave. Almost in shock he returned the wave, wondering if perhaps he had hit his head walking through the barrier.
"Hello, err, Harry, you're back then."
"Eh, yeah Dudley, I'm back."
"That's umm, that's good. Like really good, mum has been pretty uh, angry since you left."
"Ah."
"It's weird, like, even if we do the work, she wants around the house she seems, like, really pissed."
"Uh, right."
The last part was almost whispered but it finally made sense to Harry, apparently Aunt Petunia hadn't taken to him leaving all too well. He could only assume that after being used to getting relief on demand for over five years, suddenly losing it had not been very pleasant.
Looking at the way the other two Dursley's were suddenly grateful that he was at the house he could only assume it had started soon after he left and had apparently not been pleasant at all. Harry stared in awe as Vernon helped him carry his things to his room, pinching his arm to make sure he wasn't hallucinating.
"Pet, we're back."
Aunt Petunia walked out of the kitchen and seemed to almost sigh in relief as she spotted Harry. When she hugged him in welcome, Harry was convinced he was indeed under the influence of some strong drugs.
"Welcome back Harry."
"Uhh, thank you Aunt Petunia."
Petunia smiled as she studied the boy, he had indeed grown quite a bit during his time at school and she could feel her groin heat up at the sight of him. God but she was needy, having to suffer through the whole year without any relief had been hell her hands had paled in comparison to his well-trained mouth.
She noticed Dudley had gone to hang out with Piers as usual and watched in glee as her husband gave a flimsy excuse about forgetting some papers at work, no doubt going to take advantage of his hussy secretary. Whereas this had filled her with anger during the winter it made her extremely happy right now, as an empty house was exactly what she wanted.
Grabbing his hand, she pulled him upstairs into his room, instantly pushing him down on the bed. She reached under her dress and quickly removed her soaked panties before climbing on top of him.
She crawled over his body, placing her knees on both sides of his head before lowering her dripping pussy into his mouth, her dress hiked up over her hips. She moaned deeply as she felt his hot tongue trace her hairless mound, lapping at her musky folds.
"Ohhh, how I have missed this, my lovely little freak."
Her soft grinding quickly sped up as she felt his tongue dip between her lips, touching places in ways her fingers could never accomplish. Petunia groaned in pleasure as she rode his face, grinding her hips against his face, selfishly taking her much needed pleasure.
Suffering without this pleasure had been torture and finally feeling his lips dancing over her pussy was driving her wild. His chin was soaked as his tongue dragged over her wet pussy while his lips tried to suck and kiss the pulsating flesh being pushed into his face.
Petunia could feel the sensations mounting and pushed her engorged clit towards his lips, moaning softly as he sucked it into his mouth, his tongue dancing over the bundle of nerves. She panted loudly, entwining her fingers into his thick hair, trying desperately to keep upright as her long legs twitched.
With a loud gasp she came, her entire body quivering as she rode on his face, her taste and smell flooding his mouth as he tried to desperately lap up her wetness.
She moaned as she felt him dutifully clean her folds, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body as his hot tongue explored her spasming hole.
"Mmm I didn't think it was possible but you have become even more talented."
Harry looked up as Petunia started slowly rocking her hips again, realizing that his Aunt didn't have any plans of climbing off his face any time soon and mentally sighed, this was going to be a long three weeks.