.hacker Magician Smoke
Chapter 17
Mavis
Hermione frowned in thoughtful thought, as she stared at her boyfriend, Colin confusedly. "Wait, what?" she asked while raising her eyebrows.
Colin smiled and kissed her lips before pulling back. "I heard that the second task was about the merpeople," he said eagerly. "Something about them taking something important to the champion, and hiding it, or them, maybe in the lake, probably in their village, so I was thinking we could get an interview with the merpeople, and get their take on whether they think this is all silly or not?" he said in glee.
"Do you speak mermish? Because I don't," Hermione said, popping his bubble.
"Oh, right," Colin muttered sadly. "But can't we use some translation magic? Their language sounds like ours under water, so it could work, right? And seeing you in a swimsuit would be amazingly sexy."
Hermione blushed at the compliment and sighed. "Well, let's go and ask Miss. Editor, first, as she'll know how we can get our interview if she is okay with it."
Colin nodded eagerly, "we should probably tell Harry about the task too?"
Hermione rolled her eyes and laughed. "Yeah, like Harry hasn't already figured that out, the sneak knows more about what goes on in this school than Dumbledore, and I wouldn't have been surprised at this point if he spoke mermish," she said while taking her boyfriend's hand and leading him toward the Newspaper Club.
However, they paused in shock as they came to a shortcut through a secret tunnel, as they saw Ronald Weasley's pale skin contrasting greatly with Blaise Zabini's dark skin as the boys were snogging, with tongues in each other's mouths, and hands squeezing, and groping each other's arses over their robes. The two boys stopped, and Blaise smiled at Hermione and Colin while Ron looked horrified, and sick, as he paled and went green in the cheeks.
"Hey Hermione, Colin," Blaise greeted as he pulled Ron tighter into his body to give them space to pass, pushing 'himself' hard into Ron, which added red to the green of his cheeks. "Luckily you weren't a few minutes later," he chuckled sheepishly.
"T-t-this is not what it looks like!" Ron whimpered out in horror.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "I don't care Ron. You're secretly dating Blaise, and learnt the error of your ways; good for you, have fun, enjoy this newfound freedom or whatever… pay for all the medical bills once you leave school," she added coldly, and he gulped as no one would forget about that, "but we love Blaise; he's a great guy, so break his heart and maybe we'll send you to join Malfoy at whatever school he's going to now, and he probably won't want to suck your little penis," she said before leading a sheepishly embarrassed Colin passed them. "Oh, and for your information Ron, Blaise is a braggart, and we would love him more if he kept his activities more of a secret, or at least didn't give us so much detail."
Ron looked like he could light the tunnel, as he looked to his boyfriend, while he shrugged sheepishly. "I told you no one cares," Blaise said sheepishly, and Ron was lost as Blaise kissed him again, and the black boys' hands slid into Ron's underpants, and found his adorable (to Blaise at least) micro-penis.
"I wouldn't go that way if I was you," Hermione quickly said as she and Colin bumped into Harry, Ginny, and Luna the other side of the secret shortcut.
"Why not?" Ginny asked in surprise. "It will cut at least five minutes off our journey."
"Ron's in there with Blaise," Colin said, understanding the three shivers, as none of them could understand why Blaise liked Ronald so much, as there were plenty of better boys at Hogwarts who might have swung that way, for the dark-skinned boy as he was much too good for Ron, like Ernie or Justin; they would be much better, but then Ronald and his twattery might be Blaise's biggest turn-on.
"This way ladies," Harry quickly said leading the way down the normal corridor, "and Hermione, Colin, we owe you for saving us the nightmares, as its bad enough thinking about it, let alone seeing it, and Blaise talks too much," he called back as they disappeared around a corner. "Blaise must have a fetish for tossers or something," he suggested thoughtfully while his girls couldn't hold back the giggling.
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"Yes, Albus, I'm sure," Severus Snape said with a sigh. "I'm sorry to lump this on you. But Mr. Krum's father asked him for a suggestion, and as you know, they do put a bit more enthesis on the darker side of magic. I was rather surprised myself, and I have given it some thought this past week, since it was realised that Karkaroff seems to have fled after discovering what Smoke did to those students who attempted to kill us. I have finally made my decision to accept the position of Headmaster of Durmstrang Academy."
Albus Dumbledore sat at his desk in his office while Severus Snape stood before him, handing in his notice, as Dumbledore had already read his letter of resignation.
"You will be staying with the remaining Durmstrang boys, and keeping your eyes on them?"
Severus nodded his head. "Yes. I've checked them all over, and none of them have any desire to 'ever' wrong Smoke foremost, but I did look further, and the rest of them are better people than the others anyway. I'll also continue teaching potions until you find a suitable replacement, but if that isn't by the end of the year, you're on your own."
Dumbledore sighed tiredly but he nodded with a small smile. "Thank you for that, and congratulations, Headmaster Snape," he said proudly having no idea what was really going on, and yes, Snape would 'help' Dumbledore in anything he might need across borders, but he had other plans, as he had a better lord to follow, and he actually offered him compensation for the risks he was taking.
0oo00oo0
"Sorry, Minster, but nobody can find anything on this, Smoke character. All we really know about him is he is talented, knows how to use death magic beyond the killing curse, and seems to only be targeting other dark magical's, but doesn't seem to go out of his way to do so, or anything. We're lucky that your Public Relations managed to swing Lucius Malfoy's… behaviour to your favour."
"Yes-yes-yes," Minister Cornelius Fudge replied in frustration and annoyance, "just make sure Law Enforcement keep me up to date," he added in worry. "But about this strange magic we detected… it says here, Orbsect? What do you mean by Orbsect?" he asked, mainly to change the subject as he had a CliffsNotes version of the report his Personal Assistant had; he wanted to say his name was Jeffery, but all Cornelius could remember was the young man wasn't long out of Hogwarts, and worked for that stuck up Barty Crouch, but already got lobbed around a few other departments since, and he seemed efficient enough, and he was eager to learn, and cost a lot cheaper than someone with actual experience. Plus, his secretary was a grumpy bugger sometimes, and having the new guy as a go between suited them both.
"Erm, well, Orbsect, is some kind of a weird, space thingy," he said sheepishly.
Cornelius frowned as he was shown the parchment his assistant held, and sure enough it did say 'weird space thingy'.
"Well, yeah," the PA replied sheepishly. "I think they meant, well, I don't know, but the large spikes of magical energy we detected seemed to come from a muggle facility according to this, and our investigators. It just had the name Orbsect on the outside of the gates with a strange logo, and according to a muggleborn from muggle relations, it's something called and aerospace research centre. They're apparently developing new muggle machines for things like… I can't believe this myself, Sir, but, flight and space travel."
Cornelius frowned in confusion. "Then why did we pick up magic?"
His PA shrugged uncertainly. "Maybe whatever it was just seems like magic?" he suggested. "It could be some kind of fuel or something and the sensors made a mistake, as they might have picked up an unknown energy, and just thought it must be magic? Lightning used to set them off sometimes a few centuries back until electricity became a wide spread thing and set them off too, but because of that, we managed to fix the sensor maps, and even lightning doesn't affect them now."
Cornelius sighed and rubbed his brow in frustration. "Damn Jeffery, this is going to be annoying, and cost overtime having to figure out how not to detect this muggle rubbish."
"It's, Percy, Sir," Percy Weasley, his PA corrected quickly, and hoped the Minister didn't pick up that bit of annoyance in his voice.
"Oh," the Minister said in surprise, as he tried to catalogue that as 'Percy' was fairly good at the job, he noted even after only a week, and didn't complain like the others had. "Right, Percy, yes, of course," he agreed, and Percy noted that the Minister refused to apologize about the mistake. "Okay, tell the ladies and gents in misuse of magic to make some adjustments to ignore the muggle junk, and authorise overtime to get it complete, and spread the word through the ICW, so they can prepare for some more muggle annoyances, and maybe they'll invest a little in our modifications."
"Right away, Sir," Percy agreed, "also, about, Nergal buying up many unused buildings in Knockturn Alley, and buying out a few businesses here and there… it has concerned a few departments, as they're applying for permits and licences to open new shops in the alley, and some purebloods… they don't want the competition."
Cornelius rolled his eyes. "So, some dippy gits at this… Nergal are trying to clean up Knockturn Ally?" he asked with a laugh as Percy nodded. "Good luck with that is all I can say. They bought out the Leaky Cauldron a few months back, and did a brilliant job cleaning the place up, and it's pretty nice. They gave me and my party free food and drink all evening, and wow; the food was amazing. So do I have a stake in any of these complainers, like are they important, or can we just let them ree into the wind?"
"No, not really anyone of actual value to your administration, or a real threat," Percy said while looking over his notes. "Though, the Parkinson's aren't too please, but that is likely because Nergal bought out Arrow Brooms, and oh, wait, there's a note here, saying that Arrow is willing to make a rather generous offer for ministry brooms with their new cruse broom model, the Arrow Slider, with a discount of sixty per cent, and their new racing broom, the Arrow Crimewave, of forty per cent."
"How much discount does Nimbus give us?" the Minister asked in surprise.
"Erm... Let's see, ten per cent across the board," Percy said slowly as he read the parchment.
"I see," Cornelius nodded. "And when are we due to replace our brooms?"
"Before the end of the year, Sir," Percy answered. "The ministry replaces staff brooms every five years. I should note that the Arrow brooms have nicer stats than similar models in Nimbus, and are a nice bit cheaper as standard to start with, and here it says they'll do a seventy per cent discount on all older model brooms."
Cornelius grinned smugly. "Then, why'll you're at it, contact Arrow, and unless Nimbus makes a better offer, we'll replace our new brooms with Arrow Sliders and Crimewaves, and make sure our friends at Nergal get their licenses and permits."
"Of course. Is that all, Sir?" Percy asked.
"Yes, yes," Cornelius replied thoughtfully before waving Percy away.
Percy turned, so Cornelius Fudge couldn't see him roll his eyes, before he quickly left the office where he tapped the right handle of his glasses, and a moment later he heard the cool voice reply while he continued passed the Ministers security, and down an empty corridor.
"Good afternoon, Weatherby," he joked and Percy groaned. "Sorry, it was either that, or Jeffery. I can't help myself sometimes. I did promise I wouldn't talk about the cauldron thing again, and how thin their bottoms are, but I have to agree, quality over price any day. Anyway, everything seems to be going better than I thought. I told you Fudge was quite an idiot, and though we can shield the mana signature, this does add some extra security for the time being, and we get all our licenses and permits approved… fast-tracked even."
"And once I'm finished, I can really have that job, for Nergal, working admin, on the magical world side?" he asked to make sure.
"Look, Percy, I'm a man of my word," he answered. "Your talents with administrative duties are squandered within the ministry, and you're paid dirt for it, but I take care of my people and staff, and I can make you wealthy, and capable. You wanted to buy that cutie, Penelope an amazing ring, and be able to give your children when you have them, much more than your parents could give you, love, and new things. Its every parents dream that they can do more for their children," he said gently as Percy nodded while blushing as his heart clenched as Penelope was from a fairly well-off family, and Percy wanted to make something of himself, so they would approve of him. Harry continued. "Your mum loves the new job you so kindly got her, doesn't she? With that monster kitchen, and all of those obedient little minions under her command to teach, to even make the minister himself drool?"
Percy snorted a little. "Getting her to even apply was a nightmare," he agreed. "But she loves her job, and her food is extremely popular. So when can I quit being Fudge's lacky, as he is almost as bad as Crouch."
He chuckled in amusement. "With what I've already paid you, I know you already have the ring, but I guess you want to be old fashioned and ask her father's permission. You'll get to quit before the end of the year, and Nergal and Orbsect will be too much to stop," Harry said as he tapped his glasses and the communication ended, as he flopped back on his sofa with Luna snuggling on his lap.
"You're a monster Harry," Luna said while kissing his lips. "Does Ginny know you have Percy working for you?"
Harry chuckled and kissed his Luna. "Nope, my Darling, Loony, Love-Me-Good!"
Luna grinned as her faraway sky-blue eyes rolled as she buried her head into Harry's neck. "So when will you give me an engagement ring?" she asked all cuddly and giggly.
"You're already mine," Harry said smugly while she giggled some more as he squeezed her arse. "The ring will just be a formality," he said as he stroked along her ear and her eyes widened as they followed his hand as he held a ring of magical crystal with a swirl of blues, reds, and yellows mixing to make other colours, and he swiped over it with his thumb and a small globe of the Earth appeared above the ring in those lights. "A ring that can teleport you anywhere that GPS can see," he said with a smug grin. "A Portkey unlike any other ever designed. A prototype, but amazing technomancy," he said placing it on the fourth finger of her left hand, and it shrunk to fit perfectly as the hologram disappeared.
Luna's blue eyes welled up with water as her lips quivered.
"Will you be my wife?"
"Of course, silly, I'm already yours!" she declared kissing him with a passion she didn't know she could, and they spent the next few hours proving their love for each other before Ginny turned up, pouting cutely, as she saw the awesome Portusring, and Luna smirked, as she told Harry that they would have to get all their girls awesome magical engagement rings too, as she pulled Ginny into their bed and kissed the girl deeply; Ginny was putty within their arms, moments later.
0oo00oo0
Hermione Granger was rather embarrassed as she sat in the lake next to her boyfriend as he took a few pictures of her and the two mermen and the younger mergirl, before the recording began as he held the camera, as they had agreed to an interview that Miss. Editor arranged. The mergirl looked extremely excited as her blue scales sparkled the fading light as she smiled brightly, curled next to Hermione in the shallows with her father and older brother. The two men both had black scales, and were more reserved.
It didn't help Hermione's nerves that she was in a black one-piece, and Colin was in some black shorts, showing off his bare chest, and the mergirl held her breasts in a bikini type top, while the mermen were both rather buff and topless. Hermione had a waterproof pen, and some matching paper, as she began the interview, as they had used a neat little cham that conducted through water, so that as long as they were connected by it, they could understand each other, and so, the interview began.
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Outside in a wood, far-far away, but not too far into the future, found Bellatrix Lestrange squirming in the nude, as the fluid wouldn't stop leaking from her vagina, and it wasn't pee. She couldn't quite understand what was happening to her, as just Smoke's touch down their had made her scream and shudder with a gooey fluid squirting out all down her thighs. She squeezed it and rubbed it herself, but nothing could beat what he did to her.
"M-Master!" Bella whimpered looking up at the shadow in the treeline. "Help me!" she cried in fear and need, tears rolling down her cheeks.
"What have you done to her?" the cold voice asked, but stayed out of the clearing.
Smoke stood behind Bella shrouded in darkness. "This is the result of removing the curse from an adult who has suffered it as long as her, so Mavis, might as well do this," Smoke chuckled as he clicked his left fingers.
Then just like that, the tall dark figure of the Dark Lord Voldemort shimmered and shrunk into a young woman with pale skin, and blood red eyes. She had short ruffled black hair, and a small nose and pouty lips, and had a small chest, and wore slender black robes with trousers underneath that didn't quite reach her black leather boots.
Bella just stared in awe while whimpering, "please Master, please touch me!"
"Well Mavis, have fun," Smoke said.
She glared and rolled her eyes. "You're not just leaving me with her, are you?" she asked in concern, as Bella shuffled closer squeezing her plump tits and her burning crutch. "I've… never… I was too full of hatred to even think about… sex, especially when I found out about the assault on us by that curse… even when I created that seal, and…"
"Wait, you may look like you're in your twenties, but you're still nearing one hundred years old, and still a virgin?" Smoke asked in disbelief while her pale cheeks-streaked red.
"Yes!" she hissed in humiliation.
"Oh wow," Smoke said in awe and his death curse glowing green eyes flicked up and to the right, seemingly looking at something they couldn't see. "I have a couple hours spare, if you want to remedy that, Mavis. I can even teach you how to get the sex-mad woman on the floor off too if you want?"
"N-no," Mavis said with a scowl. "I am the Dark Lord, or Dark Sorceress Mavis, and I only tolerate our alliance because I love watching all of those pathetic purists bowing down to me, crying and bitching about you destroying their world piece by piece, and the mudbloods this, and the mudbloods that, and bluh-bluh-bluh. They're so stupid they don't even know, Nergal owns Orbsect, and it took them long enough to realise your 'muggle' facilities were in fact, 'mana-tech' research facilities."
"Fair enough," Smoke said before shadows swished, and he had moved, pulling Mavis into his arms, he kissed her lips and she shuddered as she couldn't stop herself, as she had her first kiss, she had to kiss him back, and grabbed at his hood, pulling it down to run her small fingers through his wild black hair, just as she had dreamed of doing for years now, as he held her arse and pulled her up, tight into his arms before pulling back, she could only stare into his bright green eyes, whimpering. "Well, Mavis, as promised, I returned your general, and I suppose we'll bump into each other another day," he said trying to put her down but she wouldn't let go.
"Idiot, Harry Potter," Mavis muttered. "Only one man would be good enough to make love to me." Mavis pulled up, and her lips touched Harry's again, and he smiled into her lips as he kissed back, sliding his lounge into her mouth.
Later, Mavis woke in the hotel room grimacing as her arse was sore, and her fanny a bit numb, and jaw was aching, as Harry really was a monster, and she loved it. Though, she knew Harry had snuck away, annoyingly; she had wished he had stayed and held her more; she knew he wouldn't though, and hated how she felt. She then yawned, and snuggled into Bella's nice plump tits, glad she had her favourite general back, still, and Bella was still as obedient as ever, even knowing she was a girl, but then, Bella always was weird.
"Master Mavis, good morning," Bella said, shyly cuddling her master in love and delight. "I love you so much, Master… would you like for me to lick your fanny or bum hole again?" she asked hopefully while squirming.
Mavis smiled gently and sighed. "Smoke said that tests show that you'll be extremely horny for the next few weeks, so as long as I take care of you, you'll learn to cope and calm down, so, since Smoke is an amazing teacher," she said and Bella could only nod in delighted agreement, "let me give your pussy and arsehole some attention first," she said and to Bella's surprise and glee, Mavis slid down her body, and without hesitation, licked her stinky minge, and got buried in and suckled and lapped at the juicy cunt to cries and shudders.
Bella promised that the next time she met with Lord Smoke that she would have to thank him for all the pleasure he brought them, and for showing her, how beautiful and perfect her Master Mavis really was when not pretending to be that man.
0oo00oo0
Albus Dumbledore sighed in annoyance as he sat in his brother's quaint, and quite frankly, dirty pub, wondering whether he should offer to help Aberforth; his younger brother get the place fixed up, so that perhaps he would get better customers, and actually make some money, before he shrugged that off as he sat in the back room, as the private space was rather nicer, and he chose not to glance up at the huge painting of the young girl above the fireplace, as that would bring back bad memories.
However, while he waited for his brother to return, he sipped his glass of sherry before placing the glass back down and picking up his brothers copy of yesterday's Hogwarts newspaper, as he had yet to get around to reading it, and the kids were really getting good with their reporting, but he double-took, and groaned, as he read the front page, as they had an interview with some of the merfolk, and news was out about the next task already. Well, honestly, he was pretty sure Harry and Krum already knew about it, and possibly Fleur, so if Cedric hadn't figured out the egg or sneakily discovered the task through other means; it would all be fair. Though, he marvelled that no one reported the dragon task before the evening before said task, so that just showed how gifted the Hogwarts students could be compared to grown adults.
"Ah well, it was bound to get out before the task anyway, so better for the Champions sooner than later," Albus nodded thoughtfully to himself as he turned the page. "Just something about Nergal financing the repair and renovations of the Great Hall, so we won't have to use the auditorium anymore thankfully, as it's a bit out of everyone's way, but it's the only other place large enough to fit everyone, especially since we have guests too, but they are being rather reasonable, especially the French..."
Albus knew that Nergal were only looking for good press, but that was okay by him and the board of governors, as it saved the school a lot of money, as the Bulgarian 'President' refused to take responsibility, especially in the wake of the UK's supposed new Dark Lord, having snuffed out all of the attackers, and making Bulgaria a target for scorn and ridicule. That was one reason Albus was so supportive of Snape heading their school; if he could guide the boys to be better people; it could only be a good thing for the country as a whole.
"Then let's see, more good press with those new Arrow brooms Nergal gave us," Albus continued reading. "Some Sliders for everyone, and ten Crimewaves each to all four houses, which was rather nice of them anyway. Oh, lets see what else is happening…? Oh, wow, Nergal is buying up places in Knockturn Alley, so hopefully they can clean the place up, and…" he turned a few pages, and looked surprised. "Dark Justice," he read the header quietly. "The Dark Paladin Smoke, hero or villain or both and neither?"
Albus sighed again and rolled his eyes more. "I wonder who gave him that title?" he asked himself. "The Daily Prophet called Smoke that this morning too, and this was from yesterday; did the Prophet steal it from children?" He really wouldn't be surprised by anything they did for a story or tagline, as it was rather catchy, as The Dark Paladin was a rather contradictory thing, as was the man himself, and: 'Antihero Necromancer', that the Daily Prophet had been calling him sounded a little silly.
"I'm going to sell up!"
Albus was startled out of his musing, and turned to his gruff, white haired and bearded younger brother as he stood by the closed door.
"A couple of weeks ago," Aberforth Dumbledore, Albus's younger brother began, "a few well-dressed men, and a woman turned up at the bar. They were from Nergal, see, and said they were going to open a place like the new Leaky Cauldron, what do they call it now?"
"The Magical Gateway," Albus replied with a gentle chuckled as he could see the humour of the literalness of the new name, as he actually rather liked it, as it would probably be helpful to Muggleborn's who had to use that entrance.
"Well, yeah," Aberforth agreed with a chuckle, "they said they wanted to open a restaurant, bar, and hotel. Apparently, made a deal with Rosemerta about turning her place into diner with fast food, and more kid friendly, and offered to go galleons in on renovating the rooms upstairs into some small flats to rent out. They said they would be willing to make a deal with me, but asked whether I would rather retire and sell up, and then placed down a card with such a high number I had NEVER once believed this place could be worth near that much…"
"Have you thought this over?" Albus asked his brother while Aberforth nodded and took a seat with his pint of beer.
"I have," he agreed. "When I was younger, before…" he paused and glanced at the portrait on the wall and cringing before returning his attention to his brother who looked broken for a moment before nodding. "I wanted to see and explore so much, but I just wallowed. Divorced twice, and three kids, only one of who ever visits, and eight grandkids, only one of which I ever see. I even have two great-grandkids, I've never even met. I'm going to keep some of the money, and travel the world, maybe do some good here and there, and the rest I'm putting in trust for my grandchildren and greatgrandchildren, and those of age can get an allowance from it until they're twenty-one, give them time enough to learn some self-control."
Albus chuckled. "I envy that you had children, even if you screwed up; you did better than me on that front," he said while holding back the tears from falling. "So, I guess this is a farewell drink?" he asked, and Aberforth could only nod in agreement, as Albus kicked his sherry back, and Aberforth downed the last of his beer before pulling over two tumblers and seeming to magic up a dusty bottle of fire whiskey.
"Nineteen Forty-five," Aberforth said gently. "A grand, and terrible, but beautiful year; the end of two terrible wars; one of magic, and the other, of machines and bombs." He poured the amber liquid into the two glasses, and passed one to Albus while placing the bottle on the table. "Here's to the end of our war!" he said as he and Albus downed their drinks, "and here, to the end of the second Great War where it shows… madmen are not just of magic," he said as he poured them another drink, and with a nod, again they downed them. Then he filled the glasses again. "And this to our beloved little sister, as a sign that darkness is in the heart of man, and it takes conviction and a strong will to accept that and do good to spite it,"
"Ariana," Albus whispered with tears rolling into his beard as he and his brother drank, looking up at the portrait of the young girl who never even got to go to Hogwarts and make beloved friends, as she should have.
Harry stood outside the door to the backroom in the Hogshead, Aberforth's pub, listening in to the two old man with some bugging as the room was silenced, and felt their sadness and loss, from decades past, and felt good that they still feel the horror of the loss of their sister, especially because it might have been one of them who killed her.
"Who knows what darkness lies within the hearts of men…?" Harry asked himself in sadness, as he watched from the shadows, as a few 'customers' were stealing some beer, but that was the least of their crimes. "The weeds of crime bare bitter fruit… crime does not pay… for Smoke knows," Harry whispered with a crazy villain like laugh, and darkness pooled around him, and swept out through the pub, to seek, and destroy the darkness within the darkness, and Harry had to resist coughing, as evil cackling was more complicated than he thought, and maybe he should lay that off.
Harry took a deep breath as he stepped outside of the pub, as it was empty while a pile of bloodied and unconscious thieves and abusers that were wanted criminals, were shattered in the alley by the bins, in the mood to admit their crimes or else Smoke return, and finish the job.
Looking down, Harry was surprised as an inflatable ball like one you might play with on a beach bumped gently into his legs.
"Sorry," called a little boy as he charged after his ball, at about five or six.
Harry smiled and picked the ball up and passed it to the boy. "Here you go, buddy," Harry said passing the ball over to the happy little chap.
"Danny!" a woman in business suit reprimanded the boy, as she hurried after him before she paused and looked like she got caught mocking someone behind their back or something as she looked upon Harry.
"M-Mr. Potter, Sir, erm, please excuse my son," she quickly said. "I'm as single mother, and my babysitter cancelled, and I had a work meeting, and she said she was okay with mew bringing him… I just told him to play with his ball and-!"
"Danny, come on!" called another little boy charging over with another boy and two little girls, as they all looked about the same age.
"Can't we play some more, please?" one of the little girls asked hopefully.
Harry chuckled. "Of course, you adorable little things can," Harry said in gleeful joy, before turning to Danny's mother. "You have just found yourself as babysitter, Samantha; don't worry, I don't charge, so run along, and finish finalising things with Rosemerta."
"A-are you certain, Sir?"
Harry laughed. "Of course, I'm going to have a great time. I'm free until the Hogsmeade Weekend day thing is over, so run along now."
"T-thank you, Sir," she said in relief before turning to her son. "Now, you be a good boy for Mr. Potter, okay, and stay close to him, and don't wonder off, and say no to strange adults, and do whatever he says. I'll be back in a couple of hours." She then strode at maddening speed back to where Rosemerta was waiting and watching with a small smile as she saw Harry kindly offered to watch over her son.
"Okay, boys and girls," Harry said with a grin, he took the ball back and it shrunk and hardened into a football. "Who would like to learn how to play football?" he asked and only Danny seemed to know what that was but all the kids cheered anyway.
"Football?" Colin Creevy interrupted as he was with Hermione as they saw things and hurried over to help out.
"Indeed, Colin, you think you're up for helping, teaching these adorable boys and girls, Mate?" Harry said and asked.
"Yeah, I like football," he quickly agreed. "Hermione, are you-," he stopped at her 'are you serious' look. "Right, silly question honey; you can just, watch and think its all stupid or whatever, and mind we don't go silly?" he said sheepishly while she smiled and rolled her eyes, as she gave him a peck on the lips for his troubles.
"What's football?" Neville asked as some of Harry's other friends (control free, and thinking Ron was the biggest prick ever), had noticed him and hurried over.
"I have a football poster in our dorm, Nev," Dean reminded him with a roll of his eyes. "I'm pretty sure I've explained this before."
"We've told you about football a few times," Seamus agreed. "Though, that was only because that idiot Ron kept asking, so maybe you weren't listening, Nev? But at least you've got the hang of golf. I still can't believe Blaise is dating that idiot, Ron. He has an extremely tiny… erm," he caught himself as Hermione and Harry glared at him gesturing the small children. "Brain," he quickly said with a nod, as he wasn't sure who was scarier, but was glad he managed to finish that sentence without saying the D-word.
"Right, lets go set up a pitch!" Harry said moving them closer to the Shrieking Shack where there were some grass plains, and both little girls grabbed Harry's hands, looking worried. "There's no ghosts or ghouls…" Harry started. "But once upon a time, a nasty werewolf bit a little boy, turning him into a werewolf too. The little boy was a good boy, and wanted to go to Hogwarts and make friends. The headmaster took pity and kindness, and allowed the little werewolf to do so. However, during the full moon, the little werewolf needed a place secluded, where he couldn't hurt anyone. That place was the Shrieking Shack, and he graduated a long time ago, leaving the Shrieking Shack as just a legend; so, you have nothing to fear of it, or from the monster. Then we have a moral to this story, to be kind and understanding."
The children were wide eyed in awe while they nodded eagerly, and once they set up goals, the children would learn to play football.
to be continued…
Harry stood in the trophy room later that evening with a smile, as he held a picture of a young Slytherin girl who looked depressed and unhappy. She was about thirteen in the picture, and had bright green eyes.
"Hello secret my old friend," Harry sung to himself as he looked over a special award with his glasses as they looked through the lie. Tom Marvolo Riddle flashed and flickered to show a new name, and an idea came to mind. "Mavis Riddle… went a bit overboard with your hated names, but Mavis… I like it," he chuckled as he placed the small photo away and happily walked away as outside of Harry's glasses, the spell on the name broke.