Title: Book I - Spectre Rising
Series: Versalial
Author: Lucifael (lucifael75 )
Website: neo/groups/LucifaelCreation/
Summary: A very different turn of events creates a Harry who is more powerful than anything seen in Versalial before.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. No money is being made from this work. No copyright infringement is intended. Crossovers included in this story are also covered by the above disclaimer.
Warnings: Sex and Sexual situations, not terrible action intensive, more of a very long character based story.
Tags: Character, Erotica, Adventure
Genre: Adventure, Erotica
Rating: M
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Warnings:
Very Snarky Harry, sexual later on and strictly to be considered a total AU.
AU Notes:
Oddly Hogwarts at 11! Shocking I know.
Other than that I move start date of highschool to 16, and I move things around in Teen Wolf around to suit. In fact I would call this a big fat honking AU in general.
Some events and the order of events of movies and series have been changed to fit with narrative. In particular I'm talking about the timing of the opening of the Stark Expo.
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Long but Important Authors Notes:
This story is, perhaps the most important, to me personally, project I've ever undertaken.
I believe that my writing has been failing lately and in several ways. It's an attempt to create, to forge really, a new balance for myself and started out in one way and then I realised the full potential of this series/story.
The pacing is slow, I won't lie. This is intentional. I want to feel the characters before I start doing anything other with them. I did think at one stage I wouldn't even include perhaps what I'm better known for, and that's sexual writing. I eventually decided that was a silly thing to do. So the first part of the story was always meant to be character/world building anyway. Then later on, I decide that the time is right to begin a slightly added dimension. I was advised against adding sex at all, but I decided that if I was going to throw myself into a story, then I would throw in my ALL.
There is sex, but it will never be the focus of the story that said, it IS the focus of an aspect of Harry – excuse the pun, you'll get that later on. So in that, there is a literal aspect of Harry that he requires the need to explore, and in the end I decided to do that on screen. I'm trying to find a new balance here, and I'm rotten at back tracking.
I essentially beg your indulgence. I believe that this will be some of my best work in a long time, perhaps ever. I intend for it to be very intense sexually when it eventually is shown on screen. His training is almost a legendary thing, and that will come out. This is obviously a challenge to write, I may miss to start with, but I'll work on it continuously on a story that I hope to take into big figures. On screen action doesn't happen until after I get him out of high school, this happens early. Now I use things I had lying in wait just in case, using an idea I had to make them into a 'thing' and run with it. It was a decision I gave a lot of thought to and the way the story 'felt' it wanted to go. I know some of you say you don't read the sex. I would put it to you, that a lot of my stories have been sex focused and you still had something to read, then this story which uses it as only one part of the balance, will have plenty to keep you engaged.
It's very much a character piece to start with, I make no apologies for this. I've always believed that characters MAKE a story. Obviously events are important and I don't forget this. Much interaction is of an interpersonal nature and even the sex is going on in the back ground.
Action wise, it certainly lacks to begin with. I was honestly worried about writing it until I realised I was never going to gain any ability in the area until I dug in and got on with trying it. So again, that doesn't happen for a while either. To me, it's like the story got legs and then it started to fly – to mix my metaphors.
So far it's been a pleasure to write it, and I've enjoyed it and I hope you do as well.
IMHO this story REALLY kicks off during the 60's...long time to wait I know, but I can't rewrite the very idea broke my heart. Some of the best Character Interaction I've written is in here. The longest Sex scene I've ever written and some of my most heartfelt work.
PLEASE, stick with me on this journey. With the posting schedule it won't feel like such a long time for anything Action, or even Sex to happen.
This is Lu, begging your indulgence, and patience, let me really build this, and I promise you won't be sorry. (Of course, now I've said that I've tempted fate), so here's hoping the almighty Murphy isn't listening!
Enjoy,
Additional Note (08/01/2017)
Mar's Rising is dead, this is the main story and first true story of the Versalial verse. By now if you're reading this I've hit my personal target for the story, but as I WRITE this, note the date I'm over 400k in. I'm outright stealing characters from Mar's Rising that I liked, and believe it or not I can even do Lia, and (Pun intentional) fully intend to do her while Kenzi is on screen. smirk
Maddy won't, though she's a sweet heart, but Mel is Better IMHO.
So the Mar's Rising theft won't happen until after Chapter 60, but I already have good plans on how to build it all in. Luckily I stole Aspects from THIS story (And another author to a different effect) [Note Below] so that will be perhaps smoother than Mar's Rising. So now there are actually two hooks as of this date for futher Versalial Stories, and you'll see the hook in I originally wrote for Mar's Rising oddly enough, quite a way through. Now that will lead to an entirely different story, with that same plot line. (Confusing much), either way, anything that seems familiar, you know where it came from now.
Important Note:
I've used mjimeyg's ( u/1282867/mjimeyg) ideas of aspects quite a lot in Versalial, but that's not the only thing I've used from the trilogy of his that has Death's Little Brother, or M-Day in this case. He give such permission, as long as I make a note...this is me doing that. He's a HELL of a writer, go read his stuff and tell him he's amazing. Human Phoenixi, that's also used, and another thing I won't quite mention yet lest I give away a fun scene.
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#4 Privet Drive, Little Surrey 19:00 - 31st July 2011
Harry Potter was a fairly unassuming young man in his home town. They didn't know him in the least, they didn't know how special he was, nor how dangerous when riled.
He was a good looking young man, though the way he was dressed could best be described as rags and he certainly didn't make the best of himself in that regard.
His defining features were his eyes. They were green, which is a fairly rare colour to start with, but on top of that the shade of green was damn near lumincient. It was so Emerald as to be unbelievable, and they shone out of his face.
This was put into greater contrast by his pitch black hair and rather pale features. He was classically handsome, though rather too thin and in general he shouldn't be anywhere near as unassuming as he managed while in Little Whinging.
That said, he had relatives, his parents having died in an attack. These relatives didn't much like him with the now possible exception of Dudley his cousin who had a rather radical change of heart after Harry had saved his life from a mystical creature called a Dementor.
This had changed the way Dudley saw Harry and treated him even while around his parents, which got the rebellious teen into more trouble than even before. But that being said, he and Dudley were starting to create a nebulous friendship based on that night.
That being equal, Dudley's parents, Vernon and Petunia Dursley hated Harry and all he was and stood for. They hated that he was special, calling him a freak for his special abilities.
You see Harry was a Wizard; this is to say he was a magical human genus who was able to use magic, a truly universal force, and bend it to their will. This was usually done using a wand, but right at that moment Harry was giving that some thought.
It was actually his birthday, and all too soon on his seventeenth birthday he would be able to leave this house behind and never look back. But he wasn't thinking of that, or his birthday, as it was being ignored as it was every single year. Instead he was turning his attention to something that largely by he and those he went to school with, a special magical school called Hogwarts, and even the community around being a Wizard, it was taken for granted.
He was thinking this was a bad thing, and that it was assumed that you would always use a wand, but some, special wizards such as his headmaster, who he had a rather off and on relationship with, didn't always use a wand at all.
He'd seen his nemesis do the amazing thing of flying without a broom, and he hadn't used a wand at all. So why then, was a wand necessary at all? This and more was flying around his mind currently.
Much to his relative's displeasure Harry was also a very highly intelligent young man. They had made this displeasure so plain that he had spent his entire life now hiding this fact from all and sundry, especially them. He'd been to normal primary school at the start until 11 years of age when he was eligible to start Hogwarts.
The fact he had done better than their son, his cousin Dudley, had not gone down well and that hiding had stuck with him. Not even his closest friends in school, Ron and Hermione had much of a clue to his true intelligence. Well Hermione always said he was just being lazy, and in a way she was right. He had gotten used to not applying himself because he generally understood the material so well he didn't have to apply himself anyway.
He'd had an epiphany about this while thinking of the Ministry debacle from just before the end of school and how badly it had gone. They had gotten out with no casualties by the skin of their teeth, but the Order had lost someone to the action, his much beloved Godfather Sirius.
Harry felt, fairly correctly that if he had been more intelligent about the entire thing he wouldn't have lost his godfather. He didn't really have the guilt, he put the blame were it belong, himself, Dumbledore for chaining up his godfather, Voldemort for being an evil bastard, Bellatrix LeStrange for the spell that had killed Sirius and of course, Sirius himself for being cocky and arrogant around what even Harry knew was a deadly foe.
He'd fought with his guilt, analysed it and come to terms with his part in the death of his Godfather, by realizing that a) Sirius wouldn't want him to go off the deep end in grief and get himself killed. B) by resolving to not have it happen again. So he'd activated his long ignored mind, and really sat down and started to think things through.
It was by this method he came to realize some important facts. Dumbledore meant for him to die by Voldemort's hand, hoping this would end the prophecy that was keeping the bastard relatively immortal, as well as Harry as they could only die by each other's hand.
He also realized that he was fed up with being manipulated in such a fashion and the only way to stop that was to again, think it all through, and think at the time.
Voldemort loved to manipulate Harry, and Harry now knew it, and saw the really rather simplistic ways in which the evil bastard employed it. Dumbledore was hardly better in his attempts either. They thought he was an idiot, apparently. He'd been an idiot, but no longer.
So he was thinking about his pro column right now, and on his side he had the most powerful force in existence. Magic had always seemed to look out for Harry, coming to his aide when he most needed it, and the Ministry was no different.
He would never have thrown off Voldemort without help, and at first he'd thought this was his mother's protection.
He no longer did.
He'd survived something no one else had, and for what reason – his mothers protection? Many hundreds of mothers had thrown themselves in front of that curse to no avail. As much as he loved his mother he doubted her sacrifice had done much of anything in the end, other than making it more difficult for Voldemort to touch him for a while. Something that was no longer a problem thanks to the bastard using Harry's blood in the ritual to bring him back to having a body.
No, magic, magic, was looking out for Harry and he'd had examples of this almost mothers love protection throughout his life now, from teleporting up to a roof to growing back his hair and more, something's that just were beyond the scope of so called accidental magic. That is to say magic performed while young and unable to control will from action.
This didn't cover doing something as dangerous and near impossible to do as Apparition without splinching or any of the other numerous nasty side effects of doing it incorrectly.
He felt it, felt her, just on the edges of his consciousness. A loving touch, feather light and not controlling, like a loving cat who was scent marking its favorite human. Like a cat you didn't own magic, but it did have favourites and as big headed as it seemed to say himself, Harry was coming to the conclusion that he was favoured.
It wasn't an easy conclusion to come to, but nothing else made sense, and he got the general feeling that Magic was agreeing with him.
He was starting to come to the realisation that Magic was constantly there in the background, and he was half a width away from understanding how to communicate with her. It WAS 'her', of this he was sure, like he wasn't sure of anything else in his life.
He also realized that should he ask, power was there for the taking. This showed not favour, but trust, in him, in the decisions he would make with this power at his beck and call and that above all else humbled him. This emotion seemed to be the key one as well, because he got a huge sense of approval for it, and feeling it from magic herself.
So he was thinking about wands, and how they weren't always needed, and if something wasn't always required, then why were they needed at all?
He figured that a wand gave a wizard a focus for their will, but there was nothing wrong with his will, it was strong as titanium and a hundred times as strong as your average witch or wizard.
The things he had done in his short years would send any normal person screaming for the hills, and he bore it like a champ, with barely any effort on his half to do so.
It was an aid to will, it was also a focus and he suspected an amplifier for magic. Magic wasn't the issue, he knew, he just knew he had as much or as little of that as was required should he but want it then it would be there.
He sat up from his reclined position on the ratty box spring in the equally bare and ratty room. He cast his Emerald gaze around his room, and then shuffled to the end of the bed. Holding out a hand towards his table, makeshift desk and generally makeshift piece of furniture if ever there was one, he looked to the quill he'd used for his homework, already complete before the end of summer for a change.
The quill shuddered slightly, and then his eyes seemed to gleam, his pupils contracted and the quill lifted smoothly off of the desk and then floated seamlessly over to rest in his outstretched hand.
He gave a laugh of jubilation. That may only be the first step but it was an incredibly important one. He felt jubilation in his heart and in the background he felt celebration from Magic herself. He'd done it, and it hadn't even really been very hard. As an experiment he levitated the feather back to his desk, then turned his attention to one of the thick tomes he kept there for reference for his homework. As simply and easily as the feather it floated smoothly to his hand, and he let out a laugh, and smiled massively.
He could do it, he could do magic without a wand, now – now it was time for something that took more effort than levitation. He knew that to be effective he would unfortunately need to be able to protect himself using this new casting method.
He also knew this would happen sooner rather than later, because this was his life and it was like that. He turned to the wall, focused as much as he felt he needed to, and a line of brilliant ruby light left his hand and impacted with a shower of multi-hued sparks off the wall and left a rather large scorch mark on the wall.
He quickly stopped, his eyes wide, and even more fantastic looking for that. "Shite" he said to himself, honestly shocked. If anything that was a multitude more powerful a stunner than he'd managed with his wand.
He came to the quick and fascinating conclusion that his wand had actually been holding him back!
Suddenly his door was knocked. This meant it wasn't his aunt or uncle, they didn't approach his door, thinking it enemy territory, they just shouted BOY from the bottom of the stairs. Until he'd been the tender age of four he'd thought his actual name was BOY, or FREAK.
The knocking meant that it had to be one person and one only. The only one that showed a modicum and growing amounts of respect for Harry as a person in his own right.
"Come in Dud" he said putting a smile on his face. It turned out that boxing had taught Dudley something his parents hadn't bothered to do. Self control, and respect, for your opponent and your own skills, these were things that Dudley now understood and was a much better person for this lesson. He and Harry were tentative still, but well on their way to friends, if not family yet.
"Hey cuz" Dudley said, his large frame darkening the door. Dudley was growing into a big man, and unlike his father he had height, and power in his stature, which is something that Vernon lacked for all his power at work.
"Hey Cuz" Harry shot back, smiling more freely now he knew that Petunia or Vernon weren't around. "What can I do for you?"
"It's more that I can do for you. It's your birthday," Dudley said a smile growing on an actually good looking face now he'd lost his puppy fat.
"It is," Harry said with a slow nod, "and?"
"That's the problem cuz, it's the 'and', you haven't had a decent birthday in well…ever." Dudley said looking pained.
"Not your fault" Harry said in an oft repeated refrain. He knew his cousin blamed himself for a lot; some of it was his guilt to have, most wasn't.
It was more about the way he was brought up and the fact he was trying to be better. This made Harry actually respect and like his cousin now, as opposed to the near fear he had around him once.
"Maybe, maybe it is, either way it's up to me to make it up to you for the entire family, not that I really can, but I'm gonna try. Starting with tonight and a lot more. Now don't say no cuz, I've given this a lot of thought, and I know you don't blame me, and thank god for that. But I was there, and I didn't do anything to stop them, in fact I helped them. For that I don't forgive myself, and now you have to put up with me trying to make it up to you. Starting with a party got it all sorted now, and paid for so if you don't come, well I'll be out of pocket for no reason."
"That's a guilt trip" Harry commented, mildly amused.
"And I got you these," Dudley said reaching back out of the door and a plastic bag with a high street name on it. "Wear them tonight, fairly sure I got your sizes right." He said with a large smile, "You look like crap cuz, time to change that – trust me on this, you want to change that. There will be, if they turn up, girls there tonight."
"Urh…"
"No, not a word, get changed and I'll come and pick ya up in about ten minutes." Dudley said, walking away before Harry had a chance to say boo about it.
Harry sighed, and then investigated the bag, all black clothing, new shoes, and it looked to be the right size. Apparently Dudley had hidden skills. Sighing again Harry started to strip off to get ready. He was fairly sure this was a bad idea, but at the same time he was most definitely being told by the one whom opinion has mattered most, to go. That it would be good for him to get out and about. If that wasn't a telling statement that a non human entity thought he didn't socialise enough!
Solarium 22:00 – 31st July 2011
Harry had a large smile on his face. So far, this was turning out well. They had managed via some fake ID to get into a club, all sorted by Dudley, and Harry had to say he was enjoying the experience.
Dudley had informed him that this WAS the way to be a teenager in this day and age and being illegally in a club at a mere 16 was a part of that. Honestly the fake id wasn't really needed, the bouncer had taken one look into Harry's eyes and waved him through, and Dudley had quickly followed him.
Harry was like no teenager ever, far older than his tender years, but this, this was fun, and for once he was feeling like his age. Dudley had gotten himself a job to cover him until he was 18 and able to compete boxing legally speaking on the pro circuit and had invited a lot of his co-workers. Some of these were attractive women around their age, and all of whom had given the birthday boy a kiss. Some not on the cheek after spotting Harry in the flesh for the first time.
This was a new thing for Harry and boy did he like the attention even if he was blushing the entire time. He didn't interact with many girls, not really, not other than Hermione, who wasn't prone to kissing him, mores the pity. So being kissed by a wide ranging lot of girls was great, new, and a lot of fun.
He also adored the music, it really spoke to him and his body was moving rather naturally to the music, in a way that was drawing a lot of female interest in his direction as dancing was not 'keenly' sought after by most men their age, despite the fact that women LOVED to dance.
So, he was handsome, dressed well for a change in a colour combination that made his eyes really pop, and moving sexily if he knew it or not. To say he was drawing interest was actually putting it mildly.
Dudley had disappeared for a moment to get them a drink; being served was apparently easy when you towered over the bar. Alcohol was interesting and seemed to have less on an effect on Harry than it did Dudley who was letting his hair down for the night despite training for a junior match in his final Smeltings year.
The job was a summer one with ongoing likelihood apparently, and suited Dudley as the hours worked around his training schedule; it was boring apparently but kept him fit.
Just then Dudley arrived, drinks in hand, and not alone. With him was a black haired, light blue eyed bombshell that had to be no more than a year or two older than them who was in a word, gorgeous.
She wasn't quite beautiful but the expression in her eyes and the light behind them made up for any short coming and made her stunning, and the contrast of her eyes was stunning as well. She was trim, but shapely and dressed in heels and a rather daringly cut short skirt.
Harry had come to the rapid conclusion that he was a leg man that night and most of the girls he had met were wearing short skirts and heels.
This was good, and he liked the view, but this girl had great legs, and the heels she wore were a little higher, nose bleed high and she looked like she knew how to wear them.
"Cuz, I want you to meet a friend of mine, this is Temperance, and only that, nothing else, just Temperance," he said with a warning on the last words.
The knock out gave a brilliant smile, and as Harry stood with his hand out, she shook it firmly then tugged on it and gave him a birthday kiss on the cheek. This had the usual effect, his heart raced he turned red and forgot to breath only to the nth degree with a woman he REALLY liked.
"Goo…good to meet you Temperance" he said, stuttering slightly.
She gave a winning smile, "Hey there birthday boy," she said, and then sat down at their booth, something the others hadn't done. "Me and Dud go back," she said off his look. "So I hear you're legal then?"
"Not for in here" Harry said with a slight smile.
"All part of the clubbing experience," she said knowingly, "I am, for shame, takes half the fun out of it if you ask me." She said beaming again, "So I hear you go to a special school, scholarship or something?"
"Don't worry I didn't' tell her it was THAT school the rent's say you're at" Dudley said in an aside, "Didn't say much at all really, surprised you remember Temperance"
"Oh, I took notice in the only family you seem to even like," she said with a big, but mischievous smile that stole a bit of Harry's heart. But she was older, gorgeous and he knew he didn't have the slightest chance with her, much like Cho, and look how that had turned out. Though thinking about it, he HAD got her in the end, for however long?
"You work with Dud then?" Harry said with a smile.
"I do, but I'm moving into porn." She said proudly, without batting an eyelid.
Dudley went red, and looked to be holding in a laugh.
Harry on the other hand just nodded, then looked at her, "And that is?" he said straight-faced for the simple reason he had NO clue what she was talking about.
She shot him a look, then burst into laughter that was just deliciously dirty, then calmed suddenly as Harry was looking at her with a sort of good looking confusion. He met Dudley's eyes, who went suddenly wide, and then alarmed and then ashamed in quick succession.
Temperance looked at Dudley, saw his expression, then shot Harry a very strange look, "You have NO idea what I mean, do you?"
Harry shook his head, "Is that bad?" he asked honestly confused as to what the fuss was about.
She suddenly whacked Dudley on the arm, which had ZERO effect on the muscular young man, other than to make him look more ashamed faced. "How the hell didn't you tell him about that? You're his only male relative the right age!" she said shocked, and a little ticked it appeared.
"I know, I know, I did warn you he's…innocent."
"Not for long," she said like she was making up her mind.
"No, I'll see to that," Dudley said with a sigh.
There was a moment, "I still don't know what you mean." Harry put forth, "But I'll leave it for now, seems like Dud will fill me in."
"No" Temperance said suddenly, and firmly, "Why 'im, when you can learn from someone that actually knows what she's talking about. Way he tells it, you were both brought up all proper, well I wasn't, not even slightly, ignoring the fact me dad is a reverend, I brought myself up. I'll learn you myself."
"Urh…" Dudley said, "I'm not so sure…" he was cut off by a sapphire glare from Temperance.
"No – he's my project now," she said crossing her arms over a good sized bust. She crossed her legs, making Harry blush a little as he did so enjoy that sight. Her face turned to a smirk, and she met his eyes evenly. "Yeah, I think there's a lot I can learn him." She said firmly.
"Look Temperance, this is my cousin, and…" another glare shut up Dudley effectively. "Seriously…" he tried, but the impressively eyed glare set him to rights. "Fine…sorry cuz, you're on your own now." he said smiling, so Harry felt he wasn't exactly in trouble here. "I have to say that Temperance doesn't view the world with limitations, so in that you share something." He said with a grin.
Harry looked at him strangely, "Come on Cuz, what limits you know you are capable of abiding by?"
Harry shrugged, he was a magical being, limits were for other people, but that said, he limited himself all the time while housing with the Dursley's or they would be dead by now. He didn't do magic outside of his room, which in truth was illegal, but hey. He did a lot of things he wouldn't normally to fit in, so he felt his cousin was off the mark there, but didn't feel like arguing the point. To Dudley he supposed as a magical it might seem he had no real limitations that a Muggle did. But then Muggle's did some clever things, like achieving flight without magic, which was unreal in Harry's opinion. They had been to the moon, sent things to Mars, all of which Harry would like to see first-hand.
"Maybe" he demurred.
"Sounds like my kind of bloke, but I can see it's not true" Temperance said, "Right now…what do you want to do?"
Harry shrugged, not knowing what to say.
"You want to dance, but being a teenage bloke is holding you back. It seems to me you weren't taught right," Temperance said, "Limitations are fine for most everyone, but not all – I have a feeling, and have had a feeling of a while now, that you are not one of those people."
Dudley shot her a look.
"What," she said off his look, "I listened while you talked, and you talk about your saviour a lot."
Harry shot Dudley a look, "You told her that?"
"Not the specifics," Dudley said carefully, "But yeah."
"Why?"
"You're a hero, whatever those gits at home say; you deserve to be talked about." Dudley said, "It might not mean much, but it's my life, and to me it meant the world!"
Harry smiled slightly, "Your life is important Dud; don't let anyone tell you different."
"And my suspicions are being confirmed," Temperance said, "Right – come with me" she said, standing suddenly and holding out a hand, "I want to dance, you want to dance – so let's dance!" she said with a massive smile he wasn't strong enough to resist.
He got up with some good natured grumbling and then was led out to the middle of the dance floor. The music was much louder there, the speakers focused to the middle, and the hot spot was THE place to be in a club, and Temperance had gone for it unerringly.
Harry smiled as the music swelled in his being, thundering through his system, and felt the bass in his chest and all throughout his body. He was moving almost before he knew what he was doing, and quickly he took his cue from Temperance herself, who like many women, loved to dance.
She could really move as well, and quickly, almost against his will, he was moving with her, drawing many a jealous glare from the men, and an admiring one from the women of the club. Together they were rather sensational, a good looking couple who danced in an unrestrained way that leaked sexuality even in Harry's case, though he did not know it yet.
She kept him there for a good long while, the tracks coming and going, and she seemed almost to be testing him and his endurance, but it was more than up for the task. He played the only demanding position in an insane game played at speeds that created Gee's.
He was strong; he was almost insanely fast and his endurance from that and fighting yearly for his life was far better than anyone else he knew.
So, he stayed the course, ten tracks later she laughed, grabbed his hand and dragged him to the bar, ordering a drink for them both. "It's your birthday…I'm buying" she insisted and then they went back to a wide eyed Dudley.
A group now sat around him of his co-workers and some new friends and he'd kept their places, meaning they were sat in a close knit grouping.
"Wow" he said by way of hello. "Just – wow" he said eyes wide; "I WISH I could move like that. My coach is always at me for my footwork and told me dancing might be the key. You teach me to move that way, and I'll get you in shape. Your stamina is insane, but frankly cuz you're not very well built."
"Felt pretty built to me" Temperance said with a wicked smile, making Harry flush to tomato red.
"You'd know" Dudley said laughing, "DAMN" he said in admiration.
"Deal" Harry said, not knowing how he was going to teach him that. He didn't really know what he'd done himself.
"I was So joking, bloke teaching me to dance, would never live it down. But I WILL be teaching you to box and get in shape." Dudley retorted. "DAMN" he said again admiringly.
Temperance grinned, "So doing what I said now, that alone tells me it would be worth it, and he is too!"
"Urh…"Harry said not knowing how to respond, and not really knowing what it was she was going to do.
They sat down, and sipped their drinks for a minute when Harry was handed what looked like a cigarette, it had been doing the rounds of the people sat there, so he thought why not. When it was suddenly snatched from his hand.
"Oh no, no way, not with your special circumstances," Dudley said, "You'd make us all orange or something, no, just NO!" he said firmly handing it down the line, not partaking himself, "Here" he said chucking a lighter and a packet at Harry, "You want to rebel, try those" he said, "Don't tell anyone, but I sometimes do. But not right now I'm training for a fight, so you can have that packet."
"urh…thanks" Harry said looking at the packet and reading it, his eyes going up, "It sounds like this will just kill me stone dead if I look at the packet too hard." He said jokingly.
Temperance leaned forward, right into his personal zone, opened the packet and put a cigarette into his mouth. Her eyes glittering, "Something sexy about the right man and smoking" she said, taking one herself, then lighting them both, "Now…suck" she said with dancing eyes, "And inhale, don't forget that part" she said a smirk on her face.
Harry did so, went comically wide eyed, then relaxed back into the plush chair and exhaled with a sigh of contentment, "Ohhhhh yessss" he let out in a near orgasmic sound, "Oh I like!" he said a little dizzy feeling.
"He didn't choke" Dudley said laughing, "Typical of the man, he even manages to do that cool right out of the gate."
"Oh yes, perfect" Temperance said, "And boy you look good relaxed, I think that's the first time you've been happy in your own skin tonight right?"
Harry shrugged, again, not knowing how to reply to that. He had a feeling Temperance never asked easy questions.
"Oh god this is goooood" Harry said taking another drag, his eyes quite literally lighting up.
Dudley shifted, looking at him in concern, "Urh Cuz" he said getting in close, "Your eyes." He said.
"What" Harry said confused. Noticing that a LOT of female notice had come his way, "Urh" he said, "Oh"
Temperance was looking at him with a cagey expression on her face, and a very slight smile that was rather bewitching as well. "Right, I have no CLUE what just happened, or how to stop it" Harry said to his cousin quietly.
"Right, this could be an issue, but probably people will just think it's the lights, your eyes are…special anyway I've noticed" Dudley said a chuckle in his tones, "And if I hear one more time about how gorgeous they are from a load of women I've been trying to chat up…" he trailed off and then laughed, "Oh well"
Harry shot him a look, then smiled, "Oh well" he said laughing.
They shared a laugh for a moment, Harry having no problem with people finding his eyes attractive. Thanks to the other Dursley's he had self-image problems, they were being healed rather rapidly that night, and Dudley's words were helping with that.
Dudley sat back, content no one would really notice anything weird, just another Harry thing for him to look out for. He had rapidly realized his cousin was special, even for being a wizard.
Otherwise why, oh why would he save the boy who had beaten him many times in the past, picked on him and ganged up on him? Harry should hate him with all his being, and if he did, he wasn't showing it, and tried to make a go of this at least.
For that Dudley was grateful, and couldn't really understand how good his cousin appeared to be. He had a feeling the innocence in him was going to be a thing of the past with his friend Temperance on the case. She hadn't been lying about her aspirations, and saw no problem with stating them. Usually this was followed up by an offer to practice he had heard more times than he cared to mention. He hadn't and for that alone Temperance had become firm friends with him, having worked at the warehouse for a couple of years now she'd shown him the pitfalls and who to avoid and who to make friends with. That said, she was a rough diamond and a half, and didn't just plain look at the world like anyone he knew. In that she and Harry were nearly perfect for each other, and he would be fascinated to watch where they went in their friendship.
He had a more than passing fancy for Temperance himself, but then she was gorgeous and very sexy, so that was obviously going to happen. But he knew he didn't actually hit that note for her, she actually seemed to be fairly choosey for her chosen vocation in life.
Temperance sat back, crossing her legs again, and again, noticing where Harry's eyes went when she did, hiding a smile at the interest this showed. He might be two years her junior, but there was something special about this one, and ignoring a working relationship she already partook in, in her chosen career, she always looked for something special. She was a woman with a large appetite sexually, and while for the most part that was taken care of in the small parts she had found so far, she still looked outside of that paradigm.
She loved to have sex and wasn't kittenish about her attraction to men. That said, this one was different, for one he was by FAR the most innocent 16 year old she'd met. He honestly had no idea what porn was when she'd mentioned it, and her usual flirty nature could easily be taken far too seriously by him. She had no wish to commit at this stage of her life, perhaps ever, but that said, an arrangement could be made for something special and Harry, even as little as she knew of him and to do with him so far, she knew he was that.
"So tomorrow then?" she said suddenly. He had no idea that right now he looked impossibly sexy. He was lounged back in his chair; legs crossed casually a haunting half smile on his face. His impossible eyes were actually glowing slightly, she was no fool, that was not lights playing tricks, they were damn well glowing. She was going to find out how this came to be if she had to use every trick she knew, and given his innocence, it would not likely be hard to get him to blab.
"Sorry what," Harry asked.
"Your first lesson?" she asked a smirk on her face.
"You were serious about that," Dudley said with a sigh, "I had a feeling you were, don't you think it would be less embarrassing for him for me to show him."
"Oh I'm not stopping there." She said with a growing smile, "Harry is now my pet project," she said, "I'm going to totally and utterly stamp out every ounce of this foolish innocence."
Dudley looked at her, which sounded like she was meaning in any and all ways to do so. If so, his cousin was a lucky bastard and he wouldn't stand in the way. He'd give his left nut to be in that position personally. Plus his cousin WAS a little too lily white to be real. Corrupting him that wouldn't be a bad idea, and would make him a lot more jaded in time as well, when Temperance got bored, like she always seemed to. That wouldn't actually be a bad thing; Harry could do with a bit of an edge if you asked him.
"I'll make sure he's ready, but don't come till the afternoon, you know where I live I take it?"
"Of course, and I was coming in the morning, why not?"
"Taking him shopping tomorrow, it's my only night off tonight and the whole day tomorrow. I've been meaning to correct a few…issues my family put in place." Dudley said evasively.
Temperance just nodded, obviously she knew more than Harry liked about his circumstances.
"Don't I get a say in this," Harry asked.
"Are you saying you don't want to see me?" Temperance said in a hurt voice.
Harry quickly folded, "Oh no, that's not what I mean at all, sorry." He said.
Temperance just smiled.
Dudley shook his head, dear god his cousin had NO idea what he was in for.