Author's Note: For those of you whop don't know, my home computer was recently attached by a nasty something from the internet and the hard drive crashed, taking everything I had outlined for this story and the last chapter of the Severus Snape Parody and a brand new one I was working on. So my boyfriend Mark replaced the hard drive, but it just wasn't the same and didn't work right. So now I have a brand spanking new computer. So hopefully I will be able to post new chapters again. Now I have to try and remember what I was going to do in the upcoming chapters.

Chapter Twelve

Harry awoke with a start the next morning. He wasn't having any unpleasant dreams, just the contrary; he was having one of the few nice dreams he had in over one year, three months, two weeks, four days, seven hours, thirteen minutes and twenty six seconds. Harry was dreaming of the house he wanted to buy and what it would look like. It was a small cottage, just big enough for him and Eppy to live comfortably for the time being.

No, what woke him up was the person sleeping with him that morning had rolled over onto him and now he was pinned to the bed.

"Seamus," Harry muttered sleepily, "Roll over."

"Uhhh, sorry Harry."

Harry's eyes snapped open and he was fully awake. That was NOT Seamus' voice. Who was in bed with him? Looking around him in the darkness, Harry noticed that two red and white striped pajama clad arms were wrapped around him, holding him loosely. When Seamus slept with him, he never wore a shirt. Having that skin to skin contact was comforting, though odd all at the same time.

Turning his head to see who was in bed with him, Harry was shocked to discover… "Neville."

"Yeah," Neville replied sleepily.

"Um, Neville, why are you in bed with me?"

"Seamus asked me to sleep with you."

Harry waited for more, but knew that Neville was going back to sleep and so asked, "Why?"

"Said you slept better when someone was with you and didn't want you to think he was trying to seduce you when you were feeling vulnerable," explained the sleepy Gryffindor.

Harry smiled. Seamus wanted him to feel safe, even if it meant he didn't get to sleep with him. Harry rolled back into his original position and went back to sleep with a warm feeling in his heart.

x-x-x-x-x

Later that morning at breakfast, Harry walked into the Great Hall and towards his friends at the Gryffindor table. Finding a seat between Ginny and Seamus, Harry starts to sit down, but first he leaned in and gave Seamus a little kiss on the cheek.

"Morning," Harry said.

"What was that for mate?" asked Seamus in his sexy Irish accent.

Harry smiled as he began to put food in his plate. "Neville told me a secret this morning. I thought it deserved a reward."

Seamus blushed slightly and asked, "Why didn't you kiss Neville then?"

"It wasn't his idea. Besides, you're the one who knows how to keep bad dreams away."

However, before either of the boys or any other Gryffindor could say anything else, Professor Severus Snape walked up to them with a steaming goblet in his hand.

"Drink this Potter, before it cools. A cold potion will do you very little good."

Harry took the goblet from the potions master and everyone looked at it.

"What is that?" Dean asked.

"My nutrition potion," Harry answered with a disgusting look on his face. "I think."

"I'm not about to poison you Potter," snapped the head of Slytherin House. "Not with that damned little elf about," he muttered. Then with a very pronounced smirk he added, "Do drink it up, it will help get over your LITTLE problem."

"Greasy git."

"Impossible brat," replied Snape before moving on to the front table to have his own breakfast.

Harry smiled; he always did like sparring with him. However, he took a long look at this potion and sighed. Taking a deep breath and holding his nose shut, Harry began to gulp the fowl concoction down. When he had drunk it all up, he set it down and had the most horrible look on his face.

"What's it taste like mate?"

"Motor oil with a hint of spearmint."

Everyone laughed as the morning owl posts began to arrive. Not expecting anything other than his morning paper, Harry stuck a piece of bacon in mouth just as a large gray owl landed in front of him with a package for him.

"Well hello there," Harry said pleasantly and fed the owl a bacon rind before relieving it of the package tied to his leg. The owl took off again. Moments later, the owl with his copy of the Daily Prophet landed and Harry put the package aside to read the paper.

A moment later Eppy popped in and asked, "Master Harry?"

"Good morning Eppy," he replied, "What can I do for you today?"

"Is you not going to open that package?"

"I will in a moment, unless you want to do it for me."

"Well, Eppy is thinking it best, in case it is something bad."

Harry smiled at her, "Well go ahead, but be careful. I don't want to loose you."

Eppy cautiously opened the package and quickly discovered that it was safe for Harry to see it. "Oh Master Harry, you's is needing to be reading this." Then she handed him the letter that came with the package.

Harry took it and read it.

Dear Mr. Potter,

My students and I recently read in the Daily Prophet about the unfortunate loss of your photograph album with your parents' pictures. The children were so sad to learn that you were an orphan and that you no longer had anything to remember your parents with that they decided to help you out.

In the package you will find several drawing that my little artists have created of you and your parents together when you were a little boy. I hope that you enjoy them as much as they enjoyed making them for you.

Best wishes to you,

Madam Samilda Tollings

Teacher, Hogsmeade School of Primary Magical Education

"Eppy?" Harry asks hoarsely.

However, she didn't reply as she had taken the drawings out and was looking at them with tears rolling down her little elf face.

"Eppy."

"Oh Master Harry," she cried as she handed him some of the drawings. "These is being wonderful."

Taking some of the drawings, Harry looked at each one carefully. Some weren't very good, but some of the students in Madam Tollings class were very capable little artists.

"Eppy, why don't you take these up to the dorm and hang them up?"

Eppy nodded with tears still coming down her face and she gathered up the drawings and popped away.

Harry sighs and starts to return to the Prophet to finish reading it, when he notices that Ginny also has some mail this morning. "Anything good Mrs. Potter?"

Without looking away from her letter, she answers, "Yeah, Mr. Potter, Bill just wrote me back."

Smiling Harry asks, "Oh, what does he think of our upcoming marriage?"

"I really wish you two would stop talking about that," mutter Seamus darkly.

Everyone ignored him as Ginny answered, "He seems to think that Mum and Dad have lost their minds offering me up like they did. He doesn't say, but I think he had words with them about it. He's coming to Hogwarts to discuss it with us … you in particular."

"When?"

"Friday, when term ends."

"Brilliant! That's works into my plan perfectly."

x-x-x-x-x

Walking into Defense Against the Dark Arts after breakfast was over that morning, Harry was in a good mood. Bill was coming on Friday and he would be there when everything happened. He couldn't have planned it better. Not even having to deal with the werewolf could possibly ruin his good mood, or so he thought.

"Harry, may I have a word with you?"

Harry stopped and sighed, 'What did he want now?'

"Yes, Professor Lupin, what school related topic may I help you with?" asked Harry as saccharine sweet as he could muster.

"Actually," the Defense teacher said reluctantly, "it's not about school work exactly, but rather your request for reading materials before you left school on Friday when the term ends.

Harry was confused, but didn't show it. "What do you mean? Are you having trouble finding a reading list for me?"

"No, I have a list of books for you to look at and I even put them in order that I think you should read them so that they aren't confusing. I even took the liberty of created a self taught lesson plan for you go by as you read over your books, when you purchase them," Lupin said with a great deal of affection in his heart.

"I don't understand, are the books out of print or hard to find?"

"No, no, that's not it. I was more concerned about you practicing the practical bits all alone. I think you could use someone with you to tutor you while you study these spells."

Harry could see where this was going amazingly fast. 'Damn him,' he thought.

"You know Harry, I do have the whole summer off now that the Order isn't needed anymore to battle Voldemort and his Death Eaters and I do have some time on my hands…"

Harry cut him off and finished for him, "And you thought that you could come around and tutor me this summer, all the time demanding my forgiveness?"

"Not demand, humbly ask for it. Beg if needed," admitted Lupin.

"You won't get it."

Lupin sighed and looked defeated.

"Would you like to know why you won't get it?"

"Yes," Lupin said hopefully. If he knew why Harry was so reluctant to forgive him then maybe he could work around it and understand at least where the hatred was coming from.

Harry began, "Do you remember last year on Christmas morning?"

Lupin nodded.

"So do I. Do you know what I did that morning?"

Lupin shook his head, partially in fear of what was coming.

"Christmas morning, after having saved up the little bits of drinking water that I had, woke up as early as I could, thinking that maybe one, JUST ONE, of the people I loved, would have forgiven me enough to come and visit me on the one day that I was allowed visitors. To be totally honest, I expected to see you the most that morning. Anyway, I woke up early and with the little bit of water I had managed to save, I washed my face so it wouldn't be too dirty for my family to think I was an animal. I was so thirsty that day having used it all up in the morning I thought I wouldn't be able to wait until Boxing Day to get more."

Lupin squeezed his eyes shut trying to get that picture out of his mind.

"I sat there at my door all day long, listening for footsteps coming my way. Hoping above all else that someone would still love me enough to come. Of course, the Dementors made good use of that broken hope that night. Eight of them swarmed on me and sucked me dry of almost everything inside me and the other prisoners jeered at me that no one loved the 'Great-Boy-Who-Lived'."

"I'm sorry Harry…"

"I don't give a bloody damn how sorry you are!" seethed Harry. "It's done and can't be undone. I thought for certain that one of those Dementors was going to give me the kiss that night. Part of me prayed for it. That was the worst night in all the one year, three months, two weeks, four days, seven hours, thirteen minutes and twenty six seconds I spent there. I will never forgive any of you for that night as long as I draw breath."

After that Lupin was speechless. Harry turned on his heals and marched himself to the back of the room where he threw himself in his seat and didn't say another word the remainder of the lesson.

x-x-x-x-x

By the end of the lesson, Harry was becoming very sore all over his body and his feet hurt so bad he thought they would fall off his ankles.

"What is wrong with me?" Harry asked more to himself than anyone.

"Are you sick mate?" Seamus asked worriedly.

"No, I just hurt all over," Harry said looking Seamus in the eye.

"I think you're taller Harry."

"What? I can't be. You're at least three inches taller than I am. No one grows that much in one morning."

Smirking Seamus looks Harry up and down and says, "You have."

Looking at himself, Harry discovers that his clothes have indeed shrunk. His sleeves are now three quarters down his arms, his shirt became untucked and was exposing his belly button and his brand new denims are so skin-tight, well, let's just say certain facts about Harry's physique were on display now. To put it bluntly, he now had one hell of a good package.

"Oh no," Harry moaned. "These clothes are brand new. I have nothing else to wear."

"What about your robes?" Neville asked.

"It annoys people when I dress Muggle. Besides it's required for Advanced Muggle Studies."

"I'm okay with the new look," Seamus said while looking … well he was looking down. I bet you know exactly what he was looking at. Uh huh, that would be it. No doubt about it.

Harry almost blushed at Seamus' comment, if he hadn't been so embarrassed already about feeling so on display. Of course, this was coming from the kid who was doing a strip tease in Professor McGonagall's class in chapter four, remember that?

Dean rolled his eyes and suggested, "Mate, why don't we all go back up to Gryffindor Tower, I'm sure one of us has some clothes that will fit you now. It's only for a day or two and then term ends and you can go buy some more."

Harry nodded in agreement and the four quickly left for Gryffindor Tower, with Seamus taking up the rear. Well, like I said before, Harry's clothes were very tight and Seamus did like the look at a firm bum in tight pants.

x-x-x-x-x

A short time later Harry burst through the door to the seventh year boy's dormitory even more embarrassed then he was when he left Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. It seems he grew a little bit more in the walk up to Gryffindor Tower.

Immediately Harry popped open his denims and unzipped them to relieve the tightness in his pants and began to pull them down before he flopped onto the bed in relief.

"Harry?"

"In here," Harry answered.

"Why were you running up the stairs?" asked Seamus. However, when the young Irishman and the other two Gryffindors entered their room they stood there with their mouths hanging open. They spotted what Harry had missed in his need to yank his pants off.

"What are you guys gawking at?" Harry asked when he saw them just standing there.

No one answered but Neville pointed to the far wall of the room. Harry turned to see what they were staring at and upon seeing it, his eyebrows shot up in surprise. Eppy was near the wall hanging the hand drawn pictures that the school children had sent him that morning and beside her and dangling from the rafters was Ron Weasley. He was a naked except for the goat skin cape he was wearing, a bright red ball gag in his mouth and the sterling silver ring he was wearing… you know… down there, that appeared to be a size too small for him to wear comfortably.

"Um Eppy," Harry began, "What's going on?"

Turning to look at her beloved master, the elf begins, "Well Master Harry, the Weazy was being disrespectful to you's and you's property and I's is teaching him a lesson."

"Oh, okay."

Ron whined helplessly through the ball gag for help.

"Master Harry?" Eppy asked. "You's is being bigger you's is."

"My nutrition potion seems to be kicking in," replied Harry. "How long are you going to leave him up there like that?"

"Until he's is learning his lessons," Eppy answered as she went back to work.

"Okay." Then Harry began to take the rest of his clothes off.

Once again Ron whined helplessly through the ball gag for help.

"Don't worry Harry," Neville said, "I think my clothes should fit you now."

Pausing from her work, Eppy asked, "Why is you's needing to be wearing the round faced boy's clothes Master Harry? You's is just buying all new clothes before we's is coming to this bad place."

"I told you, my nutrition potion kicked in and I grew about three inches today in my morning class," Harry said as he stood naked in the cold dormitory room hoping to put on some of Neville's clothes quickly.

"Damn Harry," exclaimed Seamus.

"What?"

"You're bigger!"

Once again Ron whined helplessly through the ball gag for help.

"We've been through this already Seamus."

Now Dean and Neville were staring at Harry. Event though the two other boys were straight, even they had to admire what had happened to Harry.

"What?" Harry asked again still waiting for some better fitting clothes.

"You're bigger Harry," Neville responded.

Harry was starting to become annoyed as he ignored Ron's muted whine to be let loose from his goat skinned imprisonment.

"What are you three on about and would someone please get me something to wear, I'm getting cold."

"Well Harry, it's like this," Dean started to explain. "It's like Godzilla's tail; you could take out half of Tokyo in one swipe."

"What do you…" Harry began but then realized that the three boys weren't looking him in the eye. In fact Seamus had his mouth hanging open with a tiny bit of drool in the corner. Harry followed their eyes and looked down at himself. "Oh my GODS!"

"That's what I was thinking," Seamus muttered wantonly.

Harry immediately tried to cover himself with his hands, but let's face facts; nothing was covering that thing up. Not now and not ever.

"Can someone get me some clothes, please?"

"Here's you is Master Harry," Eppy said as she handed him his clothes.

Harry took them and covered himself up with them and said, "Eppy, these don't fit anymore, I outgrew them this morning."

"Eppy is making them bigger to fits you now Master Harry."

"Oh, thanks," Harry said with a small grin. "You're a life saver."

Eppy blushed at the compliment as Harry put his clothes back on.

"Come on, lets go eat lunch," Dean said as he pulled a still stunned Seamus from the boy's dorm.

"Sound good to me."

The boy left with Ron still hanging there whimpering and swaying in the room to be released.

To Be Continued … Please Read and Review

Don't worry; I am NOT making Harry gay! I just thought it would be nice if Harry actually showed some emotions other than anger, pain and revenge. However, on the flip side of that sentiment, I am NOT making Harry straight either. 

For those of you who don't know it, Boxing Day in England and most English speaking countries is the day after Christmas. People in the USA don't observe that particular day but that's when it is.

Also, I would like to confess something to everyone out there. Marietsy is like my most favorite person out in cyberworld right now. So I think if you've not read any of her work, then you need to find her and do so. IT IS TERRIFIC! Eppy makes me read all of her new chapters instead of doing anything else. Eppy gives her two thumbs and a new massager up.