(Note: This is the last chapter I found. I hope the original author finishes this story or any other author like this story to add more chapters to this story.)
Harry Potter took a deep breath to fortify himself before stepping through the barrier at King's Cross Station, the bright Hogwarts train filling his view. Engaging his Occlumency he allowed Susan and Hannah to lead him towards the train, feeling several eyes focus on him.
Gradually more and more people noticed him, hushed whispers being traded regarding both his Potter robes and the fact that he now wore two rings on his hands, confirming what the front page of the Daily Prophet had told them earlier.
Naturally it didn't take long before the press that had been expecting him showed up, crowding around him to bombard him with questions. Squelching his urge to tell them to piss off, he instead greeted them with a charming smile that would have made Mistress Narcissa proud.
"Good morning, how may I help you fine folk?"
"Lord Potter! Many expressed surprise to find out you had appointed Andromeda Black to be your guardian, any comments?"
He smiled genuinely at the harried looking man.
"The Lady Black has taught and helped me for several years, there is no one I trust more than her to look out for my interests."
"Lord Potter! Any comments on your actions towards Bellatrix Lestrange?"
Harry removed his smile, showing a neutral face to the stern looking witch.
"Bellatrix no-name performed actions unbecoming of a member of an Ancient and Noble House, actions that were simply unforgivable. Sadly, the house of Black cannot remove her stain of shame, nor can we replace the victims that her crimes hurt. What I can however do, is make sure she is as far removed from my house as possible."
He watched them furiously scribble in their notepads as a young witch in the back caught his attention.
"Lord Potter, Witch Weekly. There are quite a few rumors about your romantic escapades, tell me, how are you and the ladies next to you getting along?"
Harry felt his mind grind to a halt, not having prepared for any such questions. Furiously occluding his mind, he hid his blush, merely giving the young witch a small grin.
"No comment."
"Lord Potter! Rita Skeeter from the Daily Prophet, are you scared to return to Hogwarts with notorious serial killer Sirius Black being loose?"
He briefly narrowed his eyes at the short woman as he heard her name; he had been warned about this reporter, both by Mistress Narcissa and Mistress Andromeda. Turning to face her he paid attention to her short curly blond locks and the predatory eyes that lurked behind her jewelled spectacles, if both his mistresses thought she was a potential threat then Harry would do his utmost to keep her on his side. He adopted a confused expression as he started speaking, crossing his arms and grabbing his chin.
"I am actually glad you asked that question Miss Skeeter, this whole business with Mister Black has greatly confused me. You see when I found out about the man, I naturally wanted to read his court transcript; after all, he's a member of the Black family. Much to my surprise however, one couldn't be found!"
He saw her eyes light up at that, practically smelling a scoop. He didn't bother mentioning that he had never been the one to investigate the matter, it sounded better to the press if he was the instigator.
"Thinking there might have been some sort of mistake with the papers I had my good friend Amelia Bones investigate the issue, using her considerable power as the Head of the DMLE. Why, I even had the Lady Black peruse the Wizengamot records! Do you know what they found?"
The entire crowd was practically hanging on his every word as he dramatically spread his arms.
"Nothing! No trial records, no court transcript, no court order, nothing! In fact, it seems the man was just shipped to Azkaban on a whim! If that is the case, then this truly is a travesty for the justice system, even the worst criminal should have trial, let alone a Lord! As far as I can tell, the only reason I could claim the Black title was because the Ministry sent out the notice informing Gringotts that the former head of the House had been sentenced to a lifetime in the dreadful prison. The Ministry! Not the Wizengamot that is in charge of such matters!"
He gave them a charming smile.
"Of course, it is quite possibly my research is mistaken, so I will leave the investigation in the capable hands of the ever-talented magical press, I have little doubt you will get to the root of this matter in no time."
Seeing their pleased looks he chuckled internally, a bit of flattery never fails. Bidding them goodbye he accompanied the girls to the train, missing Narcissa's heated stare aimed at his back. She had to forcibly suppress a smirk after watching him handle the press, silver-tongue indeed.
She couldn't help taking some pride in his transformation, going from the nervous wreck that had to continuously occlude his mind just to walk straight; he had grown into this in just two years. Her smile still threatened to break through as she watched the press scurry to investigate the story; she could only imagine what he would be like in another five years.
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Harry had barely stepped inside their compartment before he was engulfed in a tight hug, chuckling at the girl who jumped him.
"Hello Hermione, nice to see you as well."
Hugging the girl back he realized how much taller he had grown over the summer. Granted, he had already been far taller than her during the spring, but now he however towered over her petite form completely, letting him place his chin on her head.
"Hello Harry, you look good."
He grinned in return but was starting to get a bit uncomfortable at the multitude of suspicious looks they were attracting from the other girls as Hermione made no attempt whatsoever to release him from her grasp. Coughing slightly, he extricated himself from her arms, picking up their trunks and stowing them overhead.
He could've used his magic for the task but he was quite enjoying the way physical labor had enhanced his body over the summer. Harry had always been fit, but the combination of a three months of dueling practice, one year of Quidditch practice, eating protein like a horse and naturally, his magic helping, had given him quite a chiseled physique.
Based on the looks he had been receiving on the platform he knew others had noticed it as well. Now he didn't want to seem vain, but he couldn't help enjoying the attention on a certain level. He also knew a larger size would benefit him a lot in Quidditch, mass mattered when you played Chaser, a very physical role especially when playing against Slytherin.
Sitting down he greeted the other girls in the cabin.
"Hello Daphne, Tracey."
"Hello Harry, or should we be calling you Lord Potter?"
Recognizing Daphne's teasing grin for what it was, he answered while exaggeratedly brushing the dust from his shoulders.
"Naturally, can't have your plebs getting uppity with nobility."
Hannah and Tracey snorted at the same time, both sounding almost identical. They froze and looked at each other in surprise, prompting Susan to break out in giggles at the similarity. Hermione palmed her face.
"Oh Merlin, don't tell me there's two of them."
Harry grinned at her; he had honestly missed her company a lot. Unable to resist, he allowed his eyes to roam over her body as she sat opposite to him, admiring the way her usual muggle clothes did nothing to hide how much she had been growing. The summer had clearly been nice to her; soft breasts seemed to press against the pale blue tank top while her faded jeans did nothing to hide her fantastic arse.
She had been cute a few years ago, now she was however turning flat out hot, a transformation Harry certainly did not have anything to complain about. Looking at the Slytherin girls he noticed the same sort of progression, having trouble to keep from blatantly ogling their assets.
He chuckled quietly, imagining the sort of jealous ribbing he was going to have endure in the Hufflepuff dormitory this year. His roommates had actually called him strange for only hanging out with female friends in the first year, he was pretty certain they would be choking on those words now.
Feeling a kick to his shin he looked up in surprise, meeting the slightly embarrassed brown eyes of Hermione. He flushed as he realized he had been admiring her chest when she kicked him, yet her mischievous smile didn't really look that upset. Suddenly standing up she interrupted the girls' discussion about what they had done during the summer.
"Ah, I never had time to eat any breakfast before getting to the train. Harry, would you mind joining me in looking for the food trolley?"
Caught by surprise he nonetheless nodded, joining her at the door.
"Sure, catch you guys in a bit."
Glancing at Susan and Hannah he noticed that they were sceptically staring at Hermione, something he actually understood quite well. Her excuse might have been better if she hadn't used a scheduling error as her excuse; she was after all pretty infamous for meticulously planning everything.
Walking behind her he grinned before voicing his suspicion.
"So, did you actually not eat any breakfast?"
She grinned right back at him, blatantly giving him a once over.
"Not the kind I had in mind."
Harry raised his eyebrows in surprise but didn't get any further as she yanked him into the first available empty compartment; spelling shut the door behind them with admirable speed.
Hermione took a deep breath before turning around and studying him, letting her eyes trail over his body. She could feel both heat and want churning in her body, her every instinct asking her to submit to his every whim. Her attraction to him had been obvious ever since the start of school, only growing worse when he saved her life.
The life debt had only encouraged her magic react to his presence, seemingly drawing her eyes to him. Then the Polyjuice accident occurred and she could feel another side of her, more primal, more basic, all instincts and emotions, all of it practically mewling in his presence. That was why she had pleasured him before the summer, brushing it off with an excuse and pretending like she didn't love every second of it.
She thought a summer in France, far away from his presence would help clear her mind. The different environment had helped during the days yes, yet her nightly dreams and fantasies had always featured one single person, flashes of his glowing green eyes blazing in her mind as her fingers slipped underneath her panties.
She knew he was attracted to other girls and knew that should have tempered her attraction, yet when she shouted out her orgasms that thought was far from her mind. All her hopes of keeping control had crashed and burned the moment he stepped on the train, somehow seeming even more impressive than before. Hugging him she had practically basked in his magic, both the witch and the cat in her purring in pleasure.
"Herm -"
He got no further before she kissed him deeply, her soft lips moulding to his as she practically ground her body against him. Slipping his hands around her he gladly reciprocated, allowing her to suck his tongue into her hot mouth, tasting a hint of orange juice.
Rubbing her back he allowed his hands to roam downwards, grasping what he by far thought was her best feature, her incredibly tight arse. She moaned against his mouth as he palmed her firm flesh, her tail twitching wildly as she pressed her hips against his front.
He was quickly becoming hard and it was painfully obvious because of the light summer robes he wore, his length starting to press against her stomach. A grunt slipped past his mouth as she moved a hand to grasp him, finally breaking their kiss.
Looking down at her he was surprised to see her real form; his wildly fluctuating magic had no doubt temporarily overloaded the glamour charm on the ankle bracelet. Her slitted eyes seemed feverish as she stared at him, her hand trailing up and down his now rock-hard erection.
"Mmm, Harry, please let me…"
She was speaking through panted breaths while sinking to her knees, but he got the gist of her wish, nodding at her, trying to keep from seeming too eager. Honestly, he'd like to see anyone in his position who would actually turn down her offer.
Apparently having all the permission, she needed, she quickly parted his robes and fished out his flesh from his boxers. Her soft hands danced all over it, the soft fur combined with the tight grip making it hard for him to keep his hips from thrusting.
She grinned at him, showing slightly enlarged canines before dragging her rough tongue all over him. He groaned audibly at that, instead of feeling uncomfortable the soft texture merely seemed to add more sensation, making him twitch as it lapped over his sensitive flesh.
Feeling need burn in him he reflexively grabbed her head, planning to push himself into her hot wet mouth. As his fingers tangled in her hair he came to his senses, expecting some argument from her, but she just seemed pleased he was taking control.
Needing no further encouragement, he aligned his cock with her mouth and applied pressure to the back of her head, panting as he watched his length disappear between her impossibly soft lips. She eagerly sucked him down, wrapping her lips around him while her tongue danced underneath his crown.
Harry was surprised how much he enjoyed directing her, pumping his hips into her face while she sucked and licked in rapture. The feeling was incredible; the scorching wet heat combined with her constant suction had his balls boiling, her blissful face only enhancing the experience.
He knew he was getting close and had to fight the urge to come, wanting to prolong the moment as long as possible. He made the huge mistake of looking down though, seeing not only her closed eyes as she moaned around him in pleasure, but also spotting that her hand was in her jeans, clearly rubbing back and forth as her hips undulated. That was all it took and he groaned.
"H-Hermione, coming!"
What control he had left at the moment urged him to let go of her head, in case she wanted to remove him from her mouth, yet her other hand only grabbed him around the waist as she swallowed him deeper.
That was the last drop for him as he came explosively, blasting his seed into her throat, feeling her wet mouth suck him dry as she constantly swallowed, apparently trying to milk the last drop out of him.
The feeling quickly became too much and he stumbled to a seat, his legs no longer able to keep him standing, yet she followed him down, moaning and sucking around his twitching member as she rode out her own release.
After what felt like a lifetime of pleasure, she finally released his softening member with a wet pop, licking her lips as she looked at him. Harry was caught off guard by the clear look of satisfaction she had, the best comparison he could think of at the moment was like a cat that got the cream.
Literally in this case. Her smug smile faded as it seemed like her brain caught up with everything and she hurriedly stood up, waving her wand to clean herself. Her glamour reactivated as she moved away from him, hiding her fur yet doing nothing to hide her flustered face.
"Uhh, umm, well, yes, we should probably be heading back now, they are probably wondering where we are!"
Harry just stared at her incredulously, trying to understand what just happened.
"Hermione, I think they can wait a..."
He cut off as she slipped out of the room, either ignoring him or pretending like she didn't hear. Standing up he adjusted his robes, shaking his head slightly. He really did not understand that girl at all. He chuckled quietly as he headed back towards their compartment, even if he didn't understand her didn't mean he didn't enjoy the perks though.
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Harry greeted the girls as he entered, allowing Hermione to field any questions about why they didn't have any food upon returning. Her nonchalant answer of not finding the trolley was quite convincing, even if he saw some frowns on the Hufflepuff girls.
Deciding to distract them he brought up the summer, something everyone seemed happy enough to discuss. Looking at Hermione he saw her avoiding eye contact, making him mentally shrug. It was probably was true what they said about men not understanding women, because right now he had absolutely no clue what was going on with her.
The rest of the ride continued in relative peace, with Tracey and Hannah occasionally bickering about which Hogwarts house was better. It lacked the usual sting such arguments tended to have and was rather being in made in good humor, making the rest of them look on in amusement.
The sudden screeching noise of the metal grinding against metal startled them, making Harry glance out the window in surprise. It was the brakes and they were in fact stopping. There was nothing but dark foggy forest there and his internal clock told him they were still hours from Hogwarts.
"Tempus."
Daphne stared at the time, scrunching up her eyebrows in question.
"Maybe some kind of malfunction?" Hannah suggested.
"The train has been running without a fault for almost two hundred years; that sounds unlikely."
Harry had to suppress a smile, trust Hermione to know such useless titbits of knowledge.
The lights suddenly flickered before going off entirely, making the hairs on his neck rise. Opening the compartment door, he glanced down both ends of the hallway and saw the same thing happening in every carriage, a sudden darkness bathing the entire train.
Retreating back in to their compartment he felt tense, those were enchanted lights, they didn't suddenly just drop dead. One rune might malfunction, but every single one on the train? Impossible. He pulled out his wand and conjured a jar, casting Bluebell Flames inside of it, bathing the cabin in an eerie blue glow.
The silence was oppressing, like a weight that had settled in the air. The girls followed his example by drawing their wands. Harry exhaled in disbelief as the flames he had conjured sputtered and died, before realizing he could actually see his breath. Glancing at the window he saw frost travel down the length of the pane, shivering slightly at the sudden change in temperature.
The whole scenario was unnatural. The oppressive feeling in the air changed and he felt magic flowing around him, slipping into his mind and confusing his Occlumency. He tried to keep an iron control of his mind but started seeing flashes of memories in his mind.
Vernon using the belt on him. Petunia using him. Marge using him. Despair was flooding him and he shivered at the emptiness inside of him. Movement outside their compartment drew his eyes, eager to find anything to distract him from the sudden onslaught of depressing memories. His eagerness died when he saw a long skeletal hand reach for their door, strands of cloak sticking to its black, dead looking flesh.
Following the hand, he saw what he could only describe as a monstrosity, far taller than any man, it seemed to glide in the air, filling the entire entrance to their compartment. If anyone asked him to describe the grim reaper, this thing of darkness was what he would have used as a reference.
Recognition flooded him. Dementor. The very thing Madam Bones had warned him about. Pointing his wand at the thing while struggling with his chaotic mind he wheezed out his spell.
"Depulso!"
The spark of magic briefly illuminated the cabin, showing the girls huddling and whimpering on the benches before hitting the being. Hitting and being absorbed while causing no damage whatsoever. Harry struggled with his memory, remembering that no direct spells besides the Patronus Charm worked. He needed a good memory, anything.
Various erotic memories flitted through his mind as he cast the spell, yet the brief mist he produced barely bumped the Dementor. Feeling despair flood, him Harry almost broke down, digging deep he searched for any erotic fantasy he could think of and pointed his wand again.
"Expecto Patronum!"
He saw through hazy eyes as the same feeble white mist pushed the Dementor back a step before it quickly returned, starting a strange wheezing sound that seemed to affect him personally. He could see himself as a child. Weak. Pathetic. Marge using him as a toy.
The thought that he was going to die here briefly flitted through his mind. No. NO! Anger started to replace the despair; he had beaten them. Marge was a husk; Petunia was no better. He was stronger, better. He had conquered them. He felt his magic react as it flooded his veins, fighting against the hopelessness. He would not fear what he had beaten!
As his mindscape shifted, he saw one memory he wished he never had, his mother dying before his eyes as Lord Voldemort struck her down. Dying as she attempted to protect him. Dying as she begged to spare him. The tears in his eyes dried as magic made them glow, basking the Dementor in emerald green light. White hot rage made his magic boil as it washed down his limbs, making him feel like someone had dumped a pot of boiling water over his flesh, dispelling any weakness he had previously felt.
He would not die to this fucking thing. This was not the first time he faced a creature that was resistant to magic, was he going to give up? Surrender like a weakling? His Potter blood practically boiled at the thought as he suddenly conjured a gigantic wooden stake out of thin air.
"DEPULSO!"
This time he cast it at the stake, driving it through the chest of the cloaked monstrosity and practically nailing it to the wall on the other side. A strange piercing shriek erupted from the Dementor, sounding like nails on a chalkboard, yet to Harry it was pure music. The brief space he created between them allowed him to better control his mind while breaking the strange connection the thing had started. Quickly using that to his advantage he waved his wand, muttering through gritted teeth as chains the thickness of his forearm erupted around the
Dementor, driving through its flesh as Harry weaved the metal through both train and monster, tying it down like a lamb for slaughter. A bloodthirsty grin spread on his face as he stared at the thing, watching it writhe against the metal. For all he cared it could suffer there a lifetime.
Sensing movement to his side he turned his head, only to have his triumphant grin wither at the sight that greeted him. The entire train was surrounded by the things. One, two, ten, maybe hundreds. Their eyeless gazes directed at him now. Their dark cloaks fluttering in an unseen wind as another silence settled over the train. His whirling mind made it hard for him to concentrate, endless despair fought against unyielding rage and he was uncertain how long he could remain standing.
"Expecto Patronum!"
Looking to the side he saw a tall ragged man, wearing what looked like rather shabby robes, pointing his wand in his direction. Harry saw a bright white shape whiz past him, practically tearing the Dementor he had tied down from his bindings, throwing it out of the train. He watched with wide eyes as all the creatures fled the light, some of them shrieking as it got close.
The lights turned back on Harry felt his adrenaline fade away, prompting him to run to the compartment window and throw up his entire breakfast. His mind wouldn't stop spinning and he had a massive headache, his head had clearly not taken kindly to his actions. Wiping his mouth on a napkin he also threw it out the window before collapsing in his seat.
The man who had cast the Patronus peeked into their compartment, checking their state. He broke off a large block of chocolate, handing it to Harry.
"Break that up and make sure everyone eats a piece, it helps counter the effects of the Dementors."
Having read the same thing he nodded, instantly stuffing a piece in his mouth and starting to break up the rest of the block. The man at the door stalled briefly before moving on.
"I saw what you did by the way, very nice job."
Harry gave him a weak grin, thankful for the praise but not really feeling up to much at the moment. With a bit of cajoling, he managed to get girls to munch on their chocolate, letting him consider the man that had probably saved him.
So that was Remus Lupin. Mistress Andromeda had informed him last week that he would be their DADA teacher. Apparently, Lockhart had heard about Sirius Black targeting the school and decided his talents were needed elsewhere. In other words, he had run scared. Which turned out to be a rather good thing Harry thought; he could only imagine how useless Lockhart would have been when faced with a Dementor.
Chewing on his chocolate Harry wasn't sure what to make of this Lupin. At least he seemed to know the Patronus, so regardless of everything else they might actually get a decent teacher this year. The Potter will had mentioned him taking care of Harry, yet he had been missing, something that instantly placed him on his negative side. Swallowing the last of the chocolate he shrugged, he knew far too little about the man to have any real opinion right now.
Feeling someone press against him broke him out of his thoughts, making him pay attention to the girl cuddling up to him. To be blunt Susan looked like crap, but Harry was smart enough to not mention it. Having also suffered through Dementor presence he could understand her needing some comfort. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and hugged her to his side, trying stoically ignore how relaxing it felt for him as well.
"Me too."
He gave Hannah a little grin and offered his other hand to her, now having both of them wrapped up against him. After all the turmoil it felt both warm and comfortable to lie against them and before he knew it, he had nodded off.
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A loud blaring horn snapped him awake, groggily looking around the cabin. Looking out the window he realized they had arrived and it was the train horn that had woken him. The girls had apparently also decided to nap, stretching as they stood up from his grasp.
"You make a good pillow."
"Thank you, Hannah."
"You are welcome."
He was too tired to get into a verbal match with Hannah right now, waving her away with a slight grin. He knew she could keep going as long as he did if he got her started.
His grin died when Draco Malfoy out of all people showed up outside their compartment, a victorious sneer on his face.
"Hah, I heard someone here actually threw up because of the Dementors. Was that you Potter?"
Harry felt the urge to plant his fist into his gloating face, already feeling the magic build. He knew Malfoy was salty over the fact that he hadn't become Lord Black. Especially as the little prick had been boasting about claiming the title; hoping to win more support in Slytherin. Yet before he could take a step Susan spoke up.
"I was the one who threw up; they bring up bad memories for me. Why?"
Malfoy seemed caught off guard by her statement, not knowing how to react. Susan Bones was one of the few people his father had expressively told him to stay away from, not wanting any additional attention from her Aunt. He huffed before turning tail.
"Never mind."
Harry barely paid attention to the leaving boy, instead staring at Susan in complete surprise.
"B-But, why? I was the one who did it?"
She just smiled at him.
"So, what, he doesn't know that."
"You didn't have to do that Susan."
The other girls moved out of the compartment as she moved up to him, still smiling.
"I know that Harry, but I wanted to. I know you protected us earlier and if I could somehow repay the favor, even slightly, it was obvious I was going to."
Then she kissed him on the cheek before grabbing her trunk and leaving.
Harry felt himself smiling as he stared at her retreating back, he just couldn't help it. Just the fact that she would do that, simply because she wanted to, meant a lot to him. Feeling good for a change he considered the fight against the Dementor, absently casting another Patronus while briefly thinking about Susan, only to yell out in surprise and almost drop his wand as he saw a shape form from the Patronus mist.
Staring in disbelief at the disappearing mist he looked at his wand before frowning. Compared to earlier attempts his mind was not fully focused and his wand movements were far shoddier. They were good but nowhere near the perfection he had achieved during his constant practice during the summer. Even the amount of magic he had used was far weaker. Then why had this been his best attempt at the charm so far?
It hit him like a sledgehammer, instead of thinking about various erotic fantasies or memories he had merely thought about Susan and how happy she made him. Was that truly it? Were the memories so fundamentally different that one worked where another failed?
He grasped his wand almost hesitantly before focusing on both Susan and Hannah this time. Thinking about the times they had shared, the way their soft hugs would make him feel better and the way their kisses would bring his Occlumency down. Feeling the same warm feeling in his chest he focused his magic before uttering the charm.
"Expecto Patronum!"
The entire compartment was flooded with light as raven coalesced out of the bright mist that shot out of his wand, circling the cabin, looking for any possible threat before calmly landing on his shoulder. He stared in awe at the creature, feeling it radiate warmth and magic all around him, like a newly washed warm blanket being wrapped around him.
He wasn't even surprised to see it took the form of a raven; it was after all the Black crest. Both Black sisters had done so much for him; they had literally changed his life and made him the person he was today. He couldn't even imagine where he'd be without them. That his Patronus would symbolize that wasn't surprising at all.
Reluctantly dispelling the potent magic, he holstered his wand before grabbing his trunk. As he walked out of the train and headed towards the carriages that would take him to Hogwarts, he couldn't help thinking that this year was probably going to be just as hectic as all the others.
(Note: This is the last chapter I found. I hope the original author finishes this story or any other author like this story to add more chapters to this story.)