Lucky Player

Chapter 3

Seven Stars of Love

Harry and Daphne had been shopping for two hours now, and Harry had tried on everything that he had now bought including the underwear. He got Daphne's opinion and from what he could tell she like the tight boxer shorts. Well, she looked as though she liked them after she stopped starring at his bare chest that had been conditioned by his years of quidditch, even though he knew he could do with some beefing up, but he had enough time for that, maybe even get a gym membership. However, Daphne couldn't keep her wide eyes off his package after that.

That was when Harry decided that he would buy her something, just because he wanted her to try some stuff on for him. She was blushing more than ever when she stepped out of the dressing room, which was private just the two of them in some sexy black panties and matching bra. He knew the goddess of titties blessed her but seeing that close and walking around her she had a great arse too.

Daphne was startled as Harry wrapped his arms around her waist. He was surprised by his own bravery, but bravery was overcoming fear, which made him wonder whether Gryffindor House really took scared kids; it would explain a lot. He was already dressed in beige cargo shorts, white socks and running trainers with a loose white tee shirt pulled to his strong body.

Daphne gulped, as she was near naked, hands rested on Harry's chest, and he stroked his fingers through her long blonde hair, as she only stood to mid chest on him while bare foot, and they kept string into each other's eyes. She had a slender, small body, smooth and flawless like cream-milk. Daphne licked her lips, moistening them as she let her grey eyes flicker up to Harry's lips when she gasped as his hands wandered down to her butt, only covered by the thin material, and knew she had no choice but to buy these panties now as they were wet at the front as he squeezed her butt pulling her tighter into his body.

Harry pulled Daphne up slightly, pulling her into his arms she slid her arms up around his neck and her smooth long legs around his waist as their lips finally touched and they kissed with her pressing her breasts into Harry's chest. Harry's tongue slid between Daphne's lips while her fingers found their way through his hair, as she kissed back, licking his tongue with hers. Her body was now flush with his as they tasted each other, and didn't want to pull back, but they both needed to breathe as they forgot they could breathe through their noses in their moment.

They both gasped out, panting for breath while their lips were still touching ever so slightly, gazing into each other's darkening eyes. They kissed again for only a moment before they were interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Sir, Madam! Are you okay in their?" asked a suspicious sounding sales girl from the other side.

Harry and Daphne smirked slightly. Daphne could even feel his prick rucked up massively in his shorts against her panty-only covered butt, and that caused her to gulp.

"Yeah, we-we'll be done in a bit!" Daphne said while moving her butt against Harry's crotch while biting her lower lip, and making him groan as she slid down from his arms pushing down on it while they heard the assistant leaving while muttering about horny teenagers, and never getting lucky herself, which was a surprise as she was cute.

Daphne smirked as she was pulling back from Harry, as she turned and walked back to the changing room before stopping and looking over her shoulder while he had been watching her tight arse with her eyes lingering on the monster bulge pushing at his shorts, before her eyes quickly flickered back to Harry's eyes.

"I'll just put on that dress, and be right out!" she said, breathless, but smirking while her chest was rising, and falling rapidly, and she needed to calm down.

It had taken them a few hours, and a few thousand pounds from Harry's wallet to pay for their shopping. Though, Daphne coming from a wealthy family did pay her way even though Harry didn't mind, but she was a proud girl, and quickly paid him back in galleons because she didn't think to get muggle money from Gringotts Wizarding Bank, but next time she would, and Harry didn't know nor care what the exchange rate was so only took a few galleons anyway, but it made her feel better.

Daphne looked wonderful in her new black summer dress. She blushed in it as the material was thin but strong. It had spaghetti straps over her slender shoulders and hung halfway down her thighs showing off her delicious legs. She had black open toe shoes, and bare feet that made Harry want to nibble them.

"The light and dark make twilight and dusk!" Harry commented, as Daphne held onto his right arm while they carried their stuff, and snuck into a side alley away from cameras and shrunk down their bags.

Harry placed his stuff in his pocket, and Daphne in her newly bought little white leather backpack/purse thing she bought on her back with her long blonde hair tied to the right and hanging over her shoulder and over her large breasts to her waist, pulled tight from her neck, showing him all the kissable spots while still-keeping her hair loose on top and round behind her cute little ears.

It became a slight surprise that Daphne was using magic just like Harry, but then she was from a pureblood family that would want their heirs/sons/daughters to have every advantage, and since Sirius knew the spells to get around the ministry, it was obvious that other dark families would too. Though, on another vein, maybe the ministry didn't care about magic-raised kids using magic since they wouldn't be a threat to magical security, and pretended they cared about underage magic for all to feel somewhat 'fair'.

"You're, naughty-Harry!" Daphne said as he led her out of the side road and didn't hesitate to give him a quick kiss on the lips. Harry kissed back before she pulled away unconcerned whether anyone saw her as she doubted anyone, she knew would see them in the muggle world.

"But don't forget, you owe me lunch!" she chimed while he grinned and led her along through the crowds, throwing away the clothes he had from the Dursley's which he would never have to see again as he passed a bin.

"What do you want to eat?" he asked her while snaking his arm around her waist and she let go of his arm to walk in his arms.

"Umm… I don't know… oh, how about some burgers?" she suggested as she pointed to a burger restaurant across the road.

It didn't take them long to cross, but they did use the crossing and it took Daphne only a moment to figure out how it worked because she didn't want to be squished like certain idiots.

They were soon entering the muggle fast food restaurant. Let's call it McDougall's for not wanting to been seen advertising McDonald's. They joined the not too large queue to get some food. Listening to some song about something that was catchy playing over the restaurant's speakers. Harry was bobbing his head to the awesome tune, wondering why the author removed the name of the song and singer when he realised that this way the reader could choose to insert their own favourite song.

"This place is packed with muggles," Daphne said absent-mindedly to our young protagonist while also bobbing her head to the music, which was very un-Daphne like, but she was getting comfortable with her new companion internally smirking because her year younger sister would be so jealous, if she ever believed she was practically on a date with Harry Potter, and made out with him in her new sexy muggle underwear.

"Well, what did you expect?" Harry asked. "Vampires?" he added cheekily getting a few strange looks from the mindless morons around him. She smiled slightly, amused as they moved further forward in the queue.

"Well, I guess muggles are better than Vampires," she replied as they reached the front of the queue to be greeted by some Indian or maybe Pakistani woman, though she could have been Polish, or any cute bird with a really-strong accent they would struggle with just to add some humour. Well, this one was wearing one of those scarf thingies over her head and Harry was just one of the ignorant masses.

"What can I get you?" she asked in a barely understandable accent, but writing a barely understandable accent was too much trouble.

"Err… Sorry? What did you say?" Harry asked obviously he couldn't understand her.

'I wish they wouldn't let foreigners with a ridiculously strong accent work behind the till, and especially not at call centres. I can never understand them. I remember hearing that lout, Vernon Dursley complaining about being on hold with Rainforest dot com, or whatever it was called for over an hour, and then he had some Irish guy on the other end whom Vernon was screaming at in rage ten minutes later because of his accent. I have no idea who I should have felt sorry for… meh, I was on the Irish guy's side; it was funny.'

"W-h-a-t c-a-n I g-e-t y-o-u?" the McDougall's woman asked again slower this time like he was a moron. Harry just wanted to hex her into oblivion – well, no, maybe find a charm to weaken accents; that would be a godsend. It was understandable that people should be lucky not everyone had super powers or condescending people like this would be headline news as murder victims every news bulletin.

"Oh. Okay we'll have two of those, LargeMac meals," Harry replied pointing up to the display board with a huge burger, fries, and a drink. "And make them large," he added with a nod of satisfaction.

"Two Large LargeMac meals, and what drink?"

"What drink do you want?" Harry asked turning to Daphne as he suddenly understood the woman perfectly because he couldn't be bothered to ask 'what' any more

"What drinks do they do?" Daphne asked curiously.

"Well, they have coke, lemonade, orangeade or milkshakes," he informed her with a smile as he read the menu sign that was written in much too tiny text, but luckily, they managed to get the queue next to it.

"Okay, do they have banana milkshake?" Daphne asked hopefully as it was one of her favourites and the menu did show they did it.

"Okay then we'll both have banana milkshake," he said turning back to the McDougall's staff member. She then slowly made her way to get their meals, and fifteen minutes later they were both pissed at waiting so long for 'fast' food, but they had their food and were sitting at a table eating their lunch, and soon forgetting the bad service, and chatting about nothing of importance while flirting and touching as they sat side by side.

However, back at Privet Drive, Minerva McGonagall had come to find Albus Dumbledore because he had been gone for a few hours now, and she was getting worried.

'There he is! Bloody poof.' He was wearing purple robes with pink stars and swings with kittens 'swinging', and in a muggle neighbourhood too. 'Though, no sane straight man would wear that in the magical world either, and he tries to say he's not gay – he's ridiculously old, doesn't care one-bit what people say about him, but doesn't want anyone to think of him as the crazy gay old man… a bit too late for that, but… whatever, as the kids might say.'

"Maybe the Death Eaters are getting smarter?" Albus added smugly, as his argument with Tonks and moody was still going on strong after several hours.

"What are you three doing here?" McGonagall asked sternly approaching the three bickering idiots. "It's getting late. Where's Mr. Potter?"

'Bloody idiots, probably forgot all about him.'

"Well, we don't know," Tonks admitted going bright red in the cheeks having forgotten all about him, and she normally prided herself on remembering cute boys, but she also didn't like losing arguments, even with Albus Dumbledore.

"It is my belief Minerva," Albus began smugly and knowingly as he puffed out his chest like a prideful peacock. "That he was stolen away by nefarious Death Eat-!" He tried to say before Moody moved in his way.

"No, he wasn't," the old ex-auror growl as he interrupted. "He certainly left by his own accord!"

"No. Death Eaters obviously took him," Albus disagreed heatedly.

"Death Eaters wouldn't have taken his stuff," Tonks piped in scowling.

Well, you can all see where this was going, so let's jump forward in time a few hours? Let's say that it was now ten in the evening, and darkness had fallen over Privet Drive. Minerva McGonagall couldn't believe it. She had watched all three of them, Albus, Tonks, and Moody arguing for hours over whether Harry Potter had left the house himself or was taken by Dearth Eaters instead of actually-looking for him.

Even more shocking was that McGonagall herself, had been dragged into the argument by Albus. He probably hoped that she would agree with him. But unfortunately for Albus she had to agree with the other two. Under all the evidence it was more likely that, Mr. Potter left the house under his own influence. He snuck off all the time at school, and if he had all the info for dealing with tracking magic, he would be dangerous, and it looked like some twit likely helped him out there.

McGonagall had to sigh, and wonder whether Albus remembered that at fifteen, Harry wasn't a silly toddler that couldn't think for himself. If anything, that boy was too independent, which she hated to admit it to herself was a slight sign of a bad home life. Though, she liked to pretend she believed that the Dursley's were good guardians, she couldn't really feel any confidence in that.

But alas, Albus was an arse and wouldn't listen to reason. Given all the signs, McGonagall was surprised Harry wasn't a muggle hating jerk by now. But then, given half of his mother's smarts, Harry would see that Dumbledore was ultimately responsible considering the Dursley's never wanted a wizard in the house, and Dumbledore forced him on them, so that could have turned out worse for wizards and witches.

Minerva really wanted to hate this old man, but unfortunately too many people liked him too much to sack him from the school, (as believe it or not, if she had majority of house heads, she could hand Albus's arse to the wolves), and put him in a home where the only people having to listen to him were the poor staff that worked there, and maybe some kids as punishment for misdemeanours.

Back in London, it had gotten late while Harry and Daphne were out together and they thought about calling the Knight Bus to take them home when Harry had a better idea, marvellous even, his inner giggle would coax. They had been passing a fancy looking hotel together, and against her inner Slytherin, Daphne agreed to spend the night. She had never stayed anywhere muggle before, and she was curious as she had apparently been in many wizarding hotels on business trips with her parents and sister before they got the privilege of going to Hogwarts, and out on boring 'holidays' for which she and her sister had to entertain themselves for the most part, but they had a House-elf looking out for them, so it wasn't too bad.

That was why, Daphne gaped as she looked around the foyer of the muggle hotel. She couldn't remember what the place was called, but it over looked the Themes. She had never seen such a spotlessly clean and neat, beautiful place before. It was grand with bars, restaurant and even from what little she could see, a swimming pool and gym.

Daphne could smell the slight waft of food as there were people still out of their rooms enjoying a late dinner. Daphne held Harry's arm and hand while he walked them up to the desk, and looked in his wallet. He was going to check that he had enough cash when he noticed a card, and pulled it out. It had the Gringotts logo on it, and a chip with his name printed on it.

Mr Harry James Potter

'Convenient. I guess the goblin might have told me about this if I weren't such an arsehole, so maybe I'll be nicer next time?'

However, it was still lacking instructions, but Harry went with it, and smiled at the reception lady as they stopped at the desk.

"Good evening, Sir, Ma'am," the woman said looking them over sceptically. "How may I be of assistance?"

"Umm… how many stars does this place have?" he asked, looking around in awe. "It's pretty cool, so I would expect a lot!" he said with a small grin while Daphne looked baffled and uncomfortable, as she somehow felt underdressed and like she and Harry weren't really-welcome.

"We pride ourselves on our seven-star rating, Sir!" she replied as if humouring him.

Harry smirked and handed her his card. "I would like your best available penthouse suite for the night, and most of tomorrow!" he said smarmily, but she didn't reach for his card so he pulled back, slightly unsure.

"Oh, I see," she said while holding in her humour, "well, we have the royal suite available Sir, at a cost of fourteen thousand five hundred and fifty-five pounds a night, and of course that includes all of the services you need within the hotel, Sir, within a reasonable limit otherwise we charge for extras, 'Sir'!"

"Wow! That's steep!" Harry couldn't help but say.

"Yes, but if you and your little girlfriend travel, just a few streets over, you'll come to the first of many holiday inns, and places like it, people like you could afford!"

"So Daph, you wanna stay here or some cheap hotel?" Harry asked, and she gave him a look that promised death if he ever thought to ask her something so silly ever again. "Right, what was I thinking," he agreed as he again offered his card to the lady. "The names, Potter, so don't you have a chip-pin machine thing so I can pay?" he asked, and the woman just stared at him while a couple of her colleagues had started watching closely which seemed to make her nervous as she wasn't sure what was going on.

"O-of course, Sir," she agreed as she pulled one up from behind the counter as she used the computer to book the room, and the machine had the price on screen a second later.

"Umm… just insert your card and type in your pin, Sir!" she said and Harry did, only problem he had no pin, and waited a moment before typing in a random four numbers and pressing enter. After all, Gringotts was a magical world bank, so why would he need a set pin, and as expected it said pin accepted and a moment latter the reception lady wasn't the only one blown over as everything went through perfectly.

"Umm… well, err, Mr. Potter!" she said nervously. "Welcome and please don't hesitate to call on staff for anything you might need! I'll have someone lead you to your room," she said now much warmer and no longer just humouring a couple of kids but pandering to two spoilt rich kids who could potentially get her fired for judging them based on their more standard rather than the usual rich clothing choices.

The tour around the penthouse suite was something, as a nice hotel maid showed them around. They had a view of the river on a huge balcony and two floors to explore with the top floor being devoted to just being a bedroom with huge bed with soft cream, and beige satin sheets, and massive en-suite bathroom with wet room and hot tub, and wardrobes you could fit wardrobes in.

There was even a huge cinema sized screen TV on the wall downstairs with couches so comfortable you sunk into them.

The lady who led them around was only too happy to bring them some food since they hadn't eaten since lunch. She didn't even bat an eye at the order of alcoholic beverages, and said she would bring them some fine champagne, but showed them to a huge fridge full of snacks, and beers from all over the world.

Harry and Daphne had barely settled on the couch together while Harry demonstrated the TV, which seemed to have every channel from around the world on it, including subscription only streaming channels such as Amaflix, Cashgrab+, and Netzon, and even FuniShitApp, and SoftBagette, (free advertising is BAD).

However, exploring the streaming services on the TV was interrupted when there was a knock on the door, and two maids entered pushing in two trolleys full of foods they had never seen before along with several bottle of champagne and two glasses.

The maids lay everything out on the table in front of the couch before pouring Harry and Daphne a glass of champagne each and bidding them a happy evening and night as they took their trolleys and left.

"I think we're going to enjoy it here!" Harry said while Daphne smiled a little and they tapped glasses before taking sips.

"Y-you really know how to woo a lady!" Daphne said as she took some finger foods and looked like every mouthful was heaven. "Wow, the magical world doesn't have anything like this, far from it! There fancy hotels aren't clean like this either, just think the next level up from the Leaky Cauldron!"

Harry grimaced just thinking about that. "I suppose they got lazy!" he said thoughtfully. "When you have the cures for things that messy places can be a cause of, they don't need to worry as much, or I suppose if they don't have competition, they don't have to make customer relations or anything more appealing! It's like 'where else are you going to go-the muggle world?'"

"From now on yes!" Daphne readily agreed. "But how much is this place in galleons per night?"

"Oh, just over nine hundred galleons!" he said to her surprise. "Just think," he laughed. "We could spend a month at the Leaky Cauldron for about twenty-five galleons, and that would include all our meals."

"But then we wouldn't get all of this!" she said. "The food their sucks!"

"Point taken!" Harry agreed, as they rested back with their drinks and food and she curled up to his side to watch a movie, and it wasn't long before Daphne was straddling Harry's lap while he groped her butt through her dress and they were making out with tongues in mouths.

Daphne had pulled Harry's tee shirt off him, and flung it to the floor while he started pulling up her dress. Daphne pulled back from Harry's lips only to lift her arms, and let him pull her dress up and over her head where it would land with his tee on the floor. Their lips crashed back together when Harry moved to lay Daphne down; they fell off the couch in a tangled crash on the floor.

"Ow!" Daphne complained while trying not to laugh as she looked up at Harry on top of her before she reached down for his belt and pulling it open his shorts came down, and they continued kissing while he struggled to kick his shorts free, and kicked the table which just so happened to have a huge chocolate pudding by the edge, and a second after Harry yelled out in pain they gasped as the bowl smacked Harry in the head, and the pudding splattered over them.

Harry rubbed his head while hovering over the pudding covered girl while she looked up as pudding dripped from his face.

"Well, I call that destiny!" Harry said smirking while licking some chocolate from Daphne's chest while she whimpered.

"With a tad bit of equivalent exchange throw in!" Daphne agreed while smirking as she stroked where the bowl hit him on the head before licking from his neck to his mouth while quivering. "That is some good pudding. Its lucky it's not going to waste!" she said with a smirking grin.

"Certainly not!" Harry agreed as his mouth moved to Daphne's right ear, and dug out some more pudding, and she quivered while he pulled her up into his arms and pulled the latch open on her bra before letting her back down while she could feel his prime-wand pushed large and hard into her crutch.

Daphne smiled and blushed, as Harry finally got to see her pale boobs unwrapped with hard pointed pink nipples while chocolate pudding trailed over them and her breathing was laboured, and heavy when Harry leaned down and sucked desert from Daphne's right nipple and then left. Daphne couldn't control the groan or whimper that escaped her pretty-pink lips. Harry's hands squeezed her large firm breasts, as he went back for more, she was shuddering and pushing her crutch tighter into him to feel his erection, and to make her sopping gash between the material of his boxers, and her panties feel those electric currents through her needy body.

Harry took Daphne's left arm, and trailed his tongue along the chocolate before suckling her fingers while she took his digits and sucked them clean before their lips were pressed together again, and Harry trailed his tongue down Daphne's chin to her neck, and then breasts, cleaning her soft supple skin with his tongue following down to her tummy and her bellybutton.

Daphne was like putty, quivering, unformed as Harry's fingertips slid into the waistband of her panties, and in one motion, sat up while sliding them off her, and getting a kick in the face.

"S-sorry!" she said in a breathless whisper, but he didn't care as he had her smooth legs over his shoulders, and perfect view of the blonde girls glistening chocolaty snatch. It was smooth and creamy with light blonde hairs on her mound, and slightly around, but he wanted it so bad. Harry sucked up Daphne's toes, and round, down her legs to her supple thighs before she cried out as he dug in to the truest desert he had ever tasted; the sweetest of treats.

Daphne had gasped out as Harry held her legs up by her neck by her ankles even though he was holding her awkwardly, she felt like her insides were on fire as his tongue opened her up, licking the pudding from her dripping gash. Harry buried his tongue as deep as he could, sucking the hard dripping little bud, she screamed out with her hands buried in his hair, holding him firmly in place, trying to pull him further into her, she couldn't keep quiet, and she didn't want to as the more noise she made the more he moved his tongue.

Daphne burst her damn after only a few moments filling Harry's mouth with the nectar of a goddess, and he didn't care what Sirius told him anymore. He wanted to sample this ambrosia from many different sources of cute fresh kitties, and go back to each one for more. He licked it clean before pulling back and letting Daphne relax while she was bright red in the face, and panting for breath, Harry knew she needed, to catch herself.

Harry gently lowered Daphne's legs into place either side of him while she let her deep grey eyes stare at him, she smiled. It was the first time he had ever seen her smile before, and though he didn't know her from school, he was sure she didn't smile like this there.

Harry carefully pulled Daphne up into his arms, and she was quick to kiss Harry deeply while reaching down for his rod. She squeezed it within his boxers, and felt him quiver at the touch. She slid from his arms and pulled his boxers down in one move letting his penis bounce out to stand out fully erect with some black hair around his balls, and it was bigger than she would have imagined, but then she had no comparison.

It was coated in chocolate just like her fanny had been, and butt still was. Daphne didn't hesitate in kissing Harry's chest, licking off chocolate. He had some light hairs on his chest but she liked that, it wasn't fake, and she let her fingers trail down below his bellybutton where some hairs trailed down to his pubes, stroking around his throbbing, burning rod, rubbing in the chocolate.

Daphne made her way down Harry's body, trailing her little tongue while he leaned back against the sofa, her tongue finally reached its destination, licking straight across the tip, taking with it the chocolate. Harry almost couldn't breathe, as he gasped and almost came straight away, and had to really put mind over matter into practice to make it last longer. He knew where he wanted to shoot his first load of seed.

Daphne looked up at Harry with these lustful eyes while stroking the fingers of her left hand up his abs to his chest while her right hand squeezed his desperately throbbing dick. She licked her lips before pulling back his foreskin as she pumped it a few times before it was in her mouth.

Harry prayed she didn't hear him squeak while shuddering, as she moved her head up and down, sucking him while licking his helmet inside her hot mouth. To say after that he came quickly would have been an understatement. He should have gotten praised for lasting that long, as it was his first time, and he emptied every-last drop of cum into her mouth while she sucked, and he called out, she drank it all down, sucking him to a nice mellow as it started losing its stiffness before sucking up and away from his penis.

Daphne licked her lips again, and gave Harry that same smile before he pulled her up where she curled in his arms, kissing his lips, he kissed her in return.

"H-how a-about we-we take this to the hot tub?" Daphne suggested breathlessly.

Harry smiled, and kissed her more. "Took the words straight from my lips!"

It was around eleven the next morning that Harry and Daphne finally woke after a long night under their soft satin sheets. They kissed quite content to be cuddling and naked after some of the things they had done that night.

"I-I think it's time to leave!" Harry said while yawning.

Daphne smirked while thinking about it. "Well, since I won't get to see you for a while-there is something I want to do-one last time!" she said before slithering under the covers and turning around until her delightful vagina was hovering over his face, already dripping while he felt his hardening penis being sucked up into her mouth.

Harry grinned as he pulled her down, and buried his tongue while they got comfortable and enjoyed a welcome morning cum.

It was around two in the afternoon, and after a quick shower, and change of clothes that they booked out of the hotel, and Harry took Daphne back to Diagon Alley where she finally bought some floo-powder, which was why she had to take the bus. But that was just their good-very good fortune. Harry had wondered whether Daphne's family might be worried, but she showed him a notebook that was apparently linked with one her sister, Astoria had, and she told her, she wouldn't be home, but was safe. Harry had felt relieved after that, and with a searing kiss, Harry saw Daphne home through the floo-fire.

Harry smiled about that, as he went about shopping in Diagon Alley, buying this that and whatever, from multi-storage reality bending trunk (that he put all his stuff in because of built in shrink function), backpack, and case, to many books he had not read, including all the advanced books of spells, and his occlumency book, which looked promising for all sorts of things.

However, just to simply save time, Harry also went into Knockturn Alley to buy all sorts of stuff that Dumbledore wouldn't like, (he just needed a creepy dark cloak with a hood up and nobody gave him a second glance). But they would assuredly come in useful later during the year, especially at school, and with possible supervillains after his head for being a do-gooder, or something like that, it seemed sensible.

Harry had to wonder about that. Sure, he knew of plenty of hero do-gooders, but heroes didn't have to be pansies, but kickarse cool too.

Harry sighed as he just stepped off the Knight Bus back on the boring street of Privet Drive when he noticed a commotion coming from outside number four. It was about eight thirty; yep, according to his watch (which oddly he had to get the time telling function as an add-on).

There were at least thirty wizards and witches having a heated argument about something, interesting, maybe? So, curiosity getting the better of him, Harry strolled up to them while frowning and thinking of reasons they were there.

"I still agree with Albus!" Kinsley Shacklebolt was saying heatedly. "He's just a young boy, and he's been taken by Death Eaters."

That got Harry's curiosity piqued, and he wondered who had been kidnapped by Death Eaters.

'Don't these Death Munchers have any morals, kidnapping young boys? Well, then again, they try to kidnap or murder me a lot, and I am only fifteen-well nearly sixteen, but still, you don't steal little kids-that is just not right.'

"Hey, who's the young boy that's been kidnapped?" Harry asked the crowd while he was concerned it was one of his innocent neighbour's kids, as not all of them had been arsehats to him.

"Harry Potter has," Albus Dumbledore called out from the centre, or as Harry liked to call him in his mind Dumbles. Chuckling, Harry let the little kid bullshit slide, as he was man enough to let his inner prankster deal with that, and he got a twinkle of mischief in his eyes, as the arguing continued and a sneaky plan formed in his mind to gain back the money he had to pay for the hotel, and to have the pudding cleaned from the carpet and furniture after the cleaning lady almost had a fit.

"I bet you one thousand galleons he hasn't," Harry called back to Dumbles, cackling madly inside his head as he had had a great night, and day yesterday, and today was looking up even more than the few extra hours he spent with Daphne.

"Okay," Dumbles replied smugly. "You got yourself a deal. Easiest grand I'll ever make."

"Albus!" McGonagall scolded from next to him.

However, her eyes widened like everyone else's, as Harry walked through the crowd as they slowly stopped talking and moved so he could get through to Dumbles. The old man was staring at Harry in more shock than any while Harry was smirking smugly. He thought it was an opportunity to steal Daphne's smirk for this occasion.

"Well, you were right," Harry said laughing at Dumbles as he passed. "Easiest grand I'll ever make!" he added as an afterthought. "Thanks, I'll expect the money by the end of the week," he finished as he entered the house leaving the stunned and embarrassed crowed of idiots behind.

Harry mildly wondered how long they had been arguing outside as he was almost certain that Moody would have noticed him missing, as he hadn't used spells to stop that spy yet, so could they have been there since yesterday? Harry wouldn't put it passed them as Dumbles and his Order the Pizza never seemed to do much, but Order the Pizza, most times from Molly Weasley as she only had one real use, and that was slaving in the kitchen. That actually-gave Harry a good idea, but another time perhaps, and then her cookery skills would make him and her some money as he thought for a moment before shrugging internally.

Shrugging for real a moment later, Harry went upstairs to begin his animagus potion, if he could figure it out, but then without the greasy prat of a potion master hovering over him, insulting Harry when he didn't even know him, it would almost be easier than taking a piss while taking a shit.

And with his new patroni thoughts on his mind (Daphne Greengrass spread wide covered in pudding), Harry un-shrunk his new trunks, (as he gave his old crappy one to a children's charity shop in muggle London-knowing it could bring a few hundred if they knew their stuff, as there were no magical equivalent).

Harry then pulled out what he needed … potion book, cauldron, ingredients, and whatever else the books said. He then got to work after a quick flick of his wand after a quick read from Sirius's convenient letter (well the back), so that perverted old men with magical eyes couldn't see through his walls or clothes. The best part was the spell was contagious and rubbed off on people, spreading like wild-blind-creepy-old-perverts-fire, even though Sirius did note the eye didn't actually-see detail, or Harry might have wanted something like it. It was little more than a somewhat more advanced X-Ray.

Back outside, Tonks and Moody were laughing at Dumbles who was bright red with embarrassment. He hadn't listened, but it was a good thing Harry had gone off by himself or else he would have never gotten rescued. Harry might have been murdered before they thought about a rescue-or even finding out where he was being held captive, or even realised there was a ransom note.

"I'll go ask Harry where he went," Tonks said still giggling as she withheld a yawn as they had been arguing all night long, as she walked into the house after unlocking the door with her wand before relocking it after her. Tonks climbed up the stairs to Harry's room to find him reading a large potions book after she 'sneakily' pulled the door open, and tripped over her own feet and stacked it to the floor, highly embarrassed.

"Wotcher 'Arry," Tonks greeted sheepishly in her cute and endearing Northern accent, as Harry watched her climb to her feet, and close the door behind her from where he sat on his bed cross legged.

Harry looked up, and smiled at Tonks with eyes full of mischief. "Hi Tonks, next time you take a trip, I'm tagging along. I'll even pay for the hotel, seven stars all the way for us!" he said smilingly while she blushed deeply.

He closed his book with an odd look in his eyes that made the twenty-two-year-old girl gulp as her heart started beating wildly, as Harry stood up while removing his tee shirt to show his nice body, as he moved straight to her. It happened before she knew it, his arms slid around her waist and pulled her tightly into his body with his lips touching hers.

Tonks melted into Harry's touch, into his arms, into his kiss; he was the hero, and she was the damsel, it only fit in her fairy tale mind. Harry pulled Tonks down onto the bed with him, as her hair colour kept shifting through several different colours, and many different shades.

It was fifty minutes later-after, Tonks entered Harry's house, and she still had not left yet so other Order the Pizza members worried that the pizza wasn't going to arrive. However, the strangest thing was the doors wouldn't unlock for them to see what was taking her so long.

The Order of the Chicken Potato Pie was locked out. Mad-Eye Moody could only stare in frustration as his eye could no longer see through the walls of Harry's room before they narrowed as some bastard had given him the anti-charm to his eye.

"SIRIUS!" Mad-eye roared to the heavens, as only one group of infantile bastards knew that charm; they invented it.

The Marauders!

Hundreds of miles away Sirius Black was in the Underworld, not Amsterdam in a smoking bar giggling with a couple of babes in each arm when the spirit frowned.

"Did someone call my name?" he asked suddenly.

The two women shook their heads while he shrugged and carried on with his shots off another woman's bellybutton (lying on the table as another girl poured) while he 'duelled' the super-smoking-hot lesbian opposite with her own set of girls in her arms, identical twins, (lucky bitch), and her own shot girl whose bellybutton she drunk from with plenty of tongue in this challenge neither of them could remember a reason for, as smashed was a few drinks ago.

to be continued…