"Rise and shine lazy pants, it's your birthday!"
Harry groaned into his pillow, trying to swat away the annoying blonde gnat that was poking him in the ribs. Turning his back at her turned out to be a tactical mistake as she quickly snagged his sheet when his back was turned. Groaning he sat up, blearily staring at the pest that was Hannah in the mornings.
If Susan hated early mornings, then Hannah was the complete opposite, bouncing around hyper from the second she woke up. Looking up he was surprised to see her flush completely red while staring at him, slowly dropping the sheet she stole. Looking down Harry realized what had caused it; the hot summer has driven him to sleeping in his boxers. Unable to stop the smirk forming on his face he raised an eyebrow while looking at her red face.
"Do you mind?"
She eeped in response, her blue eyes snapping up to his before she practically ran out of the room. Harry chuckled in response while stumbling to the shower; Hannah had spent the last week living at the Bones'. It was apparently a yearly thing for the two childhood friends. He sighed as he felt the hot water hit his back, it had been three weeks since he had the Horcrux removed and the past three weeks had indeed been his best summer experience yet.
He wasn't sure if it was a placebo effect, he was experiencing but he could've sworn his head was feeling clearer every day that went by. Almost like a stoppage had been removed, allowing his mind to work with a smoother flow.
The most noticeable effect had been regarding his Occlumency, it had improved drastically since that day, yet he knew he was still far away from mastering the art. His young age and puberty made sure it was an impossible task for now, but the improvements gave him hope.
Thinking about the Horcrux brought up uncomfortable thoughts about Dumbledore, what were the odds of someone like him completely missing the presence of the soul shard as he deposited Harry at the Dursley's? Especially as Mistress Andromeda said the thing would have practically oozed dark magic for months after being made.
The whole mess left a bad taste in his mouth, if the headmaster knew, then what was he planning? He also wanted to tell Amelia about the whole thing, but she was the head of the DMLE, who knows what questions it might lead to, not to mention what obligations she might have regarding such dark magic.
Massaging shampoo into his hair he considered Hannah's words instead, today was indeed the thirty-first of July and his twelfth birthday, meaning he only had to wait one more year before he could claim the Potter Lordship and through that, most likely the Black Lordship as well. His magic hummed as he thought about it, getting full control over his life sounded very appetizing.
Directing his thoughts elsewhere he realized Hermione was coming to visit today, as Amelia was taking them all to Diagon Alley for their school supplies and his birthday. As he rinsed his hair, he briefly wondered why Hermione hadn't written him, even though she insisted she'd do it straight away.
Well, going to find out soon he reckoned, casting a quick drying charm to get rid of the excess water. He had long since learned to avoid casting it straight at his hair as it made his crow's nest even more unmanageable.
Knowing they were heading out today he dressed in his Potter robes before heading downstairs to get some breakfast.
"Harry!"
Barely having time to brace himself he still almost got his air knocked out as a bushy haired girl slammed into him, grabbing him in a surprisingly strong grip.
"Hello Hermione. Merlin, at least I know the strength needed to lug all those books isn't going to waste."
She punched him in the shoulder in return, making him chuckle.
"How is it you're taller again, I just saw you six weeks ago? Never mind that, how come you haven't been responding to my mail!"
She punched him again as she said that, yet Harry could only stare at her in question.
"I haven't gotten any mail from you…? Actually, now that you mentioned it, I haven't gotten any mail at all during the summer."
"What? But I've sent four letters!"
"I sent a letter as well!" Hannah piped in, a hint of red still covering her cheeks.
Harry glanced at Amelia and she seemed to narrow her eyes while mirroring his thoughts, someone was interfering with his mail.
"It's probably just a mistake made by the owls."
The excuse came from Amelia but even she seemed to find it rather dubious.
Deciding to not let it ruin his day, Harry gestured towards the table.
"Ah whatever, we can sort it out later, I'm starving."
Seeing Hermione about to argue he asked her if she had seen the book list for the next year, completely distracting her from her original argument. He saw Susan grin in amusement as she realized what he had done and he merely toasted her with his juice in return. Susan handed him the book list and he frowned as he studied it.
"Who's this Lockhart guy and why do we have to buy what looks like his entire library for just one class?"
"Lockhart? As in Gilderoy Lockhart?"
Harry turned to Amelia, taken aback by the serious look on her face.
"Yeah, that's his name, apparently wants us to buy a ton of his books. Mrs. Tonks left a notation mentioning that he's going to be our DADA teacher."
She seemed to weigh her words before responding, on one hand she wasn't supposed to talk about an ongoing investigation, on the other hand this was her niece Susan and her friends. Having made up her mind she replied,
"Be careful around that man, we have been investigating him for a while, there are…inconsistencies about his so-called adventures. Do not trust him. That's all I can say so ask me no further questions."
Harry simply nodded, not having even heard about the man but taking Amelia's words seriously, she wouldn't break regulation for empty words. Hermione on the other hand looked like someone had kicked her puppy so he intended to make sure she wasn't left alone with the man. She might have broken out of her eager-to-please shell slightly, but Harry knew that she still put too much trust into authority figures for his taste.
Looking at Hannah and Susan he realized he was already planning how to make sure they were never left alone with him as either, when had he become so completely engrossed with their safety? Deciding to not think about that right now, he instead devoured a plate of bacon and eggs, guessing he would need the energy if he was going to be shopping with four women.
Fifteen minutes later they stepped out of the floo at the Leaky Cauldron, dusting off their clothes while trying to ignore the way they instantly attracted attention. Harry groaned softly at the looks he was receiving but there was nothing he could do, both Mistress Narcissa and Andromeda were adamant he spends more time in the public in his Potter robes, reminding people that he was more than just the Boy-Who-Lived.
Luckily it turned out having Amelia with them as they walked down the alley was a real blessing, regardless of how attractive the woman might look out of her robes, when she wore her DMLE robes and projected her public intimidating persona; there wasn't a soul willing to bother them. Harry couldn't stop his eyes from lingering on the confident witch, her self-assurance combined with a body that was worked hard every day made her extremely attractive to him. The highly impressive Bones bust wasn't hurting either.
"You wanted a broom right Harry?"
"Huh, uhh, what was that, Hannah?"
She scrunched up her face at his inattention before pointing at the Quality Quidditch Supplies store right next to them. Harry flushed slightly but nodded.
"Oh yeah, right, let's go in."
He never saw the grin on Amelia's face as they entered the store. The seller quickly spotted him and offered to sell him a Nimbus 2001, a broom which was only supposed to be released the next day, an offer he gladly accepted. He benefited from getting a top-of-the-line broom while the store was able to say that the Boy-Who-Lived personally bought his broom from there.
He grinned as Amelia shrunk the broom, there was indeed upsides to his fame. A good broom would go a long way to securing his place on the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, something that had been his goal since his first flying lesson almost a year ago.
"You have your suicide equipment now, let's go to Flourish and Blotts, I want to see what new books they have in stock!"
Harry grinned at Hermione's description of his broom, her distaste for all things flying was no secret to them. Walking over to the book store they were surprised to see the place completely packed with witches pushing against each other to get in. The confusion lasted until they saw the big poster next to the door, 'Gilderoy Lockhart book signing event!'. The crowd parted easily for Amelia however and they followed her in, spotting a man loudly talking and gesturing in front of a gaggle of spellbound witches.
Harry stared in distaste at the man, everything about him seemed overly flamboyant, the wild garishly colored robes, the blond wavy hair and the impossibly shiny wide grin.
The man's blue eyes turned to him before they widened first in shock, then curved in delight.
"Oh my, Harry Potter himself has come to attend my signing! Understandable of course, who wouldn't want to be here today!"
He quickly crossed the floor before attempting to pull Harry into the middle of the crowded room. His wide grin faltered slightly as Harry grabbed his arm in a surprisingly strong grip and calmly replied with a "No thank you, please let go of me."
"Nonsense, no need to feel shy, we are all friends here!"
His grip on Harry's arm tightened and Harry felt his temper about to boil over before Amelia stepped in between them.
"Mr. Lockhart, I must be mistaken but it almost seems like you are assaulting a minor right under my eyes."
Lockhart turned towards Amelia with practiced ease, charming women was something he had done for years. That was until he spotted her robes and recognized who was talking to him, his grin turning sickly as he let go of Harry as if burned.
"Oh, uhh, a misunderstanding no doubt Madam Bones."
Amelia stared at the man with contempt as he backed away from her.
"No doubt. I would appreciate if such a misunderstanding didn't happen again."
"Of course, of course. Allow me to make up for my mistake."
He quickly grabbed a large pile of his books and dropped them into Susan's lap.
"Multiple sets of my collection, on the house!"
The witches from earlier applauded his generosity and he bowed graciously to his audience, his grin having been fully restored.
"I would also like to take this moment to announce that I, Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin Third Class, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defence League and five-time winner of Witch Weekly's Most-Charming-Smile Award, will be the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts!"
Harry studied the man as he preened before the now cheering crowd, Amelia's words from earlier echoing in his mind. More dangerous than he seems indeed, the man masterfully played the crowd to his advantage.
His entire bearing simply screamed fake to him, yet his audience seemed to be lapping it up. Glancing at Hermione he was at least happy to see that her earlier infatuation with the man seemed to have died a rapid death as he attempted to drag him into his media stunt. In fact, when he saw her help Susan with the books, he was fairly confident it was the first time Hermione Granger scowled at a stack of books.
Deciding to get out of the store quickly they picked up the rest of the required materials before slipping out, almost bumping into the Malfoy's at the door. Lucius Malfoy sent a guarded look of distaste towards Amelia while Mistress Narcissa gave Harry such a smouldering look that he actually blushed on the spot.
"Are you alright Harry?"
Harry glanced at Susan before nodding in reply, willing the red on his cheeks to fade. Merlin, it was ridiculous that the woman could do so much to him with just a look.
"Meh, that Lockhart was such a ponce."
"Yeah." Harry agreed, happily letting them attribute his redness to his scuffle with Lockhart. Glancing back towards the store he was surprised to see what looked like a fist-fight break out between Mr. Malfoy and who he thought was Mr. Weasley. Huh, guess the hate between those families goes beyond just their sons.
After a lazy lunch at Tempered Tastes, a small restaurant located in the north corner of the alley, they headed towards Madam Malkin's. Harry groaned softly as he watched Susan and Hannah practically drag Hermione into the shop while giggling, this was going to take longer than he expected. His prediction turned out to be quite accurate but he didn't find the experience to be all bad.
Watching them model outfits in front of him highlighted the fact that they had entered puberty some time ago and were turning out to be very attractive. Susan's chest seemed to grow bigger every time he saw her in tight fitting clothes and just thinking about Amelia showed him that she still had a lot of growing to do, not that he was complaining.
Hermione seemed to have tamed her wild hair with some magical products from the girls and he had to admit that regardless of his current opinion of muggles, watching her prance around in tight muggle jeans was very attractive. Even Hannah was starting to develop her mother's hourglass figure, which combined with her long blonde locks and blue eyes was a devastating combination
Feeling blood flowing to all the wrong places he decided to get his own shopping done; quickly grabbing some of the muggle clothes the girls had recommended and entering the closest fitting room. Closing the door behind him he audibly sighed in relief, before looking up and choking on his spit.
In front of him stood the woman that had been fueling several of his late-night fantasies, her dark auburn hair flowing free, framing the magnificent globes of flesh he had been aching to see again. Clad in only a tight bra, the pale freckled skin seemed to be fighting to burst out of the white fabric barely concealing her nipples.
As his eyes drifted down, he took in the flat stomach with a hint of abs, proof of the strict training regimen she kept up as an active law enforcer, before reaching her silky white panties, doing an admirable job of hugging her wide hips. A few light freckles dotted her long pale legs, toned and shaped from hours of footwork.
Looking up into Amelia's navy-blue eyes and seeing her quirk an eyebrow at his obvious staring, he flushed completely red. The erection he had tried to avoid was now ignoring all his mental commands and was fully flagging, something that was glaringly obvious because of the summer robes he wore.
She expectantly crossed her arms under her incredible bosom, the simple action making her breasts jiggle in a way that was guaranteed to catch his attention. Forcibly tearing away his eyes from her bosom he realized she was waiting for an explanation, but it seemed his wits had completely left him.
"Uhh, I, uhhm sorry, I mean I was, uhh not looking?"
Her amusement was obvious when she repeated, "Not looking?"
"I uhh mean I wasn't looking if the, umm, room was occupied before I came in!"
"So why didn't you leave right away when you saw the room wasn't empty?"
She sashayed over to him, the sensual movement making her breasts bounce in a way that took his breath away. He tried desperately to mount a verbal defence but his brain seemed determined to only focus on the vast expanse of pale flesh on display. His breath caught in his throat as she reached down and trailed her hand across his obvious arousal, gently squeezing him while looking at his face with an amused smirk.
"My, my Heir Potter, this is the second time you have intruded on me getting dressed. Once in the safety of my own home and now even at a public store. One might think you have some nefarious plans going on."
"I'm uhh, sorry, it wasn't on purpose, I swear!"
She squeezed him again while softly chuckling.
"You have told me you're sorry before Heir Potter, yet once again you feel quite the opposite."
He unsuccessfully tried to hide his disappointed groan as she let go off his cock, before she whipped out her wand, scaring the shit out of him. He almost sighed in relief when she merely threw a few silent spells the door before conjuring a lush chair for herself. Amelia smirked at his reaction before sitting down in the chair right in front of him, crossing her bare legs as she studied the young teen.
"In fact, if I remember correctly, the last time you implied that this would never happen again."
"I uhh, I can umm, make up for it!"
The last part was said with a slight hesitance as he dropped to his knees in front of her chair, his eyes almost begging her to forgive him. Amelia couldn't help enjoying the feel of the young future Lord kneeling at her feet, pleading for forgiveness.
His obvious arousal and the way he couldn't keep his eyes off her body didn't hurt either, making her feel almost worshipped. The Boy-Who-Lived at her beck and call, how many women wouldn't give their left hand to be where she was right now.
She knew he was highly attracted to her, teasing him had been a favorite pastime of hers, flaunting some skin here and there while enjoying how flustered he became. Unlike most wizards who tended to dislike strong witches, the young Heir Potter seemed to be highly attracted to them as evidenced by the way he reacted to her and the way she sometimes caught him staring at Andromeda Tonks.
If Amelia was being honest with herself, she had to admit she quite enjoyed it, while her usual intimidating air was a necessity for her work at the ministry, it also gave her an image that made wizards very skittish around her. She smirked at the thought before mulling over his words, enjoying the way he was squirming in front of her.
"And how would you make up for it?"
Her breath caught as he leaned forward and gently kissed her knee. He glanced at her before continuing to land feather light kisses on her legs, trailing around her knees before gently spreading her crossed legs. She felt heat start to pool in her groin as he slowly worked over her thighs, his soft lips steadily moving towards her white panties.
A soft whimper escaped her lips as she felt her nipples poke out through the white bra, she had been without a man's touch for almost as long as she could remember and his actions were inciting all forms of dirty thoughts. Between taking care of Susan and her career there had been little time for other things and the foreign sensations that were now pooling between her legs were making her shiver in long forgotten need.
Harry heard the subtle change in her breathing and stared in awe at her heaving breasts, the hard nipples showing prominently against the white fabric. Trailing his lips around her inner thigh he gently traced the edge of the white fabric, occasionally sucking on the firm flesh.
Enjoying the feel of her smooth pale skin he felt a familiar scent enter his nose and saw a small wet patch slowly form on her silky panties. Leaning forward he took a deep slow lick up the entire front of her clothed pussy, hearing her breath hitch as he tasted her for the first time.
A small smile formed on his lips, he had wanted to thank her for letting him stay at their place for a long time and now he had the perfect chance. The fact that he found her very attractive didn't hurt either.
It was his turn to grin as he reached for her panties and noticed her unconsciously lift her hips to help him get rid of the offending piece of cloth. Easing them off her legs he stared between her pale thighs, admiring her hairless slit decorated with a small tuft of auburn hair at the top.
The lack of hair was not surprising considering witches tended to permanently curse away any excess hair they disliked. Leaning forward he licked up the moisture that was leaking out between her smooth folds, making her moan at the unfamiliar sensation.
The wet appendage traced the contour of her pussy, gently tasting every inch of her from her tight rosebud to the top of her barely visible nub. Never directly touching it she felt him circle her clit before diving back into her folds, the hot tongue exploring every nook and cranny as his fingers gently spread her open.
She felt the walls of her vagina flutter as the sensations kept building, the teasing continuing with agonizing slowness as he occasionally sucked her into his mouth, tasting her flesh. His fingers spread her wider and she felt his hot breath dance over her clit, sending shivers of pleasure coursing down her legs as the sensitive bundle of nerves practically begged for attention.
Amelia felt like she was losing her mind as the pressure kept building, the wet sounds of Harry sucking up her juices being both humiliating and incredibly satisfying, the sheer dirtiness of the act driving her mad. She didn't even notice when her shaky thighs grabbed his head in a vice or when her hands grabbed his messy hair in frustration.
After what felt like a lifetime his lips finally engulfed her clit, sucking deeply while his tongue vigorously flicked the nub. The sudden rush of pleasure was so shocking that she felt her entire body lock up, mashing his face into her groin, groaning out his name with a breathy voice as her brain drew a complete blank for several seconds.
Her orgasm washed over her mind, rocking her entire body as she desperately clung to the teen that was hungrily eating her. When the sensation finally passed, she could only shudder as Harry slowly licked her thighs and the outside of her folds, gently cleaning her while bringing her down from the mind shattering experience.
When his head finally backed off, she drew a shuddering breath, trying to calm her wildly beating heart.
"I, well, accept that apology. Merlin."
Harry grinned in return, before quietly slipping out of the room to let her recover. He still wanted to see and taste her incredible breasts, the hard nipples had been incredibly sexy, but he was willing to wait until another day for that.
Seeing the girls still piling on clothes he slipped into another dressing room, needing to sort out his own clothes. He honestly wanted to get back to the Bones Manor as soon as possible; he desperately needed to relieve his aching blue balls.
It was a rather unsteady Amelia Bones that escorted them back to the Leaky Cauldron floo, with Susan casting questioning glances at her the entire way. Amelia mere shook it off, claiming she was just a bit tired. Susan didn't seem to entirely buy it but shook it off, preferring to talk about their expectations for next year's DADA classes instead.
Reaching the pub, Harry gladly stepped through the fire, pleased that their shopping was finally over. He quickly jogged upstairs to dump his things, wanting to both get rid of the bags and finally get some relief.
He however froze at the door when he spotted an elf rooting through his trunk. The elf heard the sound, his wide eyes turning towards Harry in shock. Harry studied the creature before recognizing him as the Malfoy elf, having seen him several times at Malfoy Manor.
"Dobby?"
The elf squeaked in surprise, instantly popping away, leaving Harry utterly confused. Why on earth would Mistress Narcissa send their elf to root through his things? In fact, that whole idea sounded strange, he was pretty sure that if she needed something from him, she would rather squeeze it out of him. She seemed to enjoy teasing him until he spilled secrets he had never intended to tell. Could it have been Lucius Malfoy then?
His earlier urges forgotten, he dumped his things on the bed before heading back downstairs, Amelia needed to be informed about the rather large security risk. He found it strange how wizards and witches seemed to completely underestimate and ignore creatures like goblins and house elves while leaving either their lives or economy entirely in their care. Mistress Andromeda often said wizards had exchanged common sense for magic and the more he learned, the more he tended to agree with the words.
He spotted the girls still standing next to the floo and walked over.
"Hey Harry, I have to leave now, thanks for inviting me."
Harry smiled at Hermione, deciding not to mention that he suspected it was the first time she had been invited out with friends. He was hardly one to talk after all.
"No worries, happy you could come; I guess we'll see each other the first of September."
Surprising them all she leaned in and quickly kissed him on the cheek with a mumbled "Happy birthday", before disappearing through the floo completely red-faced. Susan looked like someone had taken a hammer to her brain, before she steeled herself and repeated the action.
Hannah, not one to be outdone giggled before also kissing him, giving him a laughing "Happy birthday" call as she dragged an equally red Susan up to her room. Harry was surprised at how flustered he was, after everything he had done, he didn't expect such an innocent set of kisses to have any effect on him but he was cherry red, his so called improved Occlumency completely falling apart.
Spotting Amelia's grin he decided to quickly bring up the subject of the elf, not wanting to listen to any ribbing right now. As expected, her grin faded quickly and she promised to look into it, getting an elf ward set up shouldn't be too difficult.
Nodding in satisfaction Harry trudged back up to his room, already planning to bring up Dobby during his next visit to Malfoy Manor. Glancing at his calendar he was surprised to see that his yearly tutoring session with Mistress Narcissa was only a few days away. Groaning he collapsed in his four-poster bed, this was turning into one weird summer.