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Temperance's Flat - Little Whinging - Surrey 12:00 - 16th August 2011
"We need to talk" Tempe said flopping down beside Harry, glancing at what he was doing on his laptop.
It was highly technical, looked to be very high level programming, and was WAY over her head. That said, he had managed to set up her webcam wishes for her, and the site, and made it incredibly secure.
So, she was willing to ignore the fact he was a closest geek, for his benefits, which were too numerous to mention. This was the problem, and had been on her mind for a week now. A week ago they had made love, not fucked, but made love at her instigation at that. This was dangerous territory for her, and frankly she didn't know what to do with the feelings she was having for the man in her life. The only man to have mattered at that.
"Those words do not bode well according to the chick flicks you made me sit through," he said with a slight smile.
"Like you didn't enjoy them!" she snarked, "Anyway, this isn't bad - per say."
"Oh dear," Harry said putting aside the laptop, a laptop to that point he had been typing away on without even looking at, while carrying on a conversation with her.
It was freaky his ability with the damn thing, and she would swear the one time she'd used it the damn thing had locked her out itself. She might be going mad, but Harry's laptop wasn't like any other laptop. Not even slightly!
"Look, this sell by date thing...it's not working out."
"How so" He asked carefully, as his heart raced in a bad way. Normally whenever she was close it raced, but that was for good, learned reasons.
His eyes gave him away though, Tempe was a study of his eyes, she adored his eyes, and she was far from alone. That first night they had met the next working day had been filled with locker talk about Dud's cousin with the gorgeous eyes.
They let out everything, something she needed to fix. But it wasn't time for the final lesson – thank god, for the first time in her life she didn't want to do something she had set her mind to doing. But it wasn't time, yet.
"No – actually, I might be looking to extend that time, only I hear you don't come home for holidays." In truth, in normal circumstances she would mean every single word. For the first time in her entire life she'd met her match, in a man, a wonderful man.
This was just even more of a reason to carry out the final lesson. He needed it, and whatever her desire for him and a continuation, he needed it more. So she would do it, and then that night she would grab all the chocolate in the world and eat the lot, snuggled in the quilt they had been sharing for three weeks now, and crying out her heart.
"Oh" he said much happier, "I could do, I normally stay because…you know, no reason not to, but while the castle is cool and all – you're better."
"Perfect thing to say," She said, "You do that a lot baby, if I didn't know better I would swear you had practice."
"Nope, you just bring it out in me" he said with a soft smile.
She returned it fully, then her eyes turned smoky, "Eh oh" he said smiling fit to burst, "I know that look."
"You're complaining?"
"Fuck no" Harry said reaching for her, throwing aside his laptop and placing her on his lap, as easily as picking up a bag of sugar.
"Fuck me, that work out is doing good, I am NO light weight"
"You weigh nothing, your diet of cum and cornflakes is not nutritious enough," he snarked.
She burst into laughter, "Only you could be so fucking cool. You really are awesome Luv" she said, then really threw herself into a kiss, a tear gathering in her eye as she closed it.
It felt so good, the best thing in her life to date, and she had to throw it all away!
Piccadilly Circus, London, Greater London 12:00 - 20th August 2011
Dudley had been handing his pocket money directly to Harry, and it was by no means a small amount.
He'd tried saying no, but actually Dudley got good money at the warehouse. It was dirty work that no one really wanted to do, a shift that was hated and frankly they had to pay good money to get anyone to do it.
So he was fine living on that, especially since he wasn't asked for any money for living with his parents. In fact, he was flush with cash anyway, and used to being. Giving Harry a tonne a week was nothing to Dudley and everything to Harry. So he was in London to have some fun, alone, just people watching and window shopping.
Frankly his needs were very simple, and Dudley had seen to more than them to start with. He'd already upgraded his phone to something very intelligent and almost as powerful as his laptop for a reason that really escaped him.
Other than to say he felt that magic was communicating to him via computing. He could get systems to do things that he know knew they shouldn't be able to do.
That, and the spark of magic that lay at the core of the crystalline heart of a computer and Harry loved computing by matter of course now. He was getting closer to a discovery that he wasn't aware of how big it really was, but soon, very soon, he would revolutionize computing. The computer age wasn't a happy discovery or accidental, or an evolution like it was thought to be. If it was, then it wouldn't by all effects, basically run on a crystal that was capable of performing spells, as Harry was now finding out.
So computing power was important to Harry now, and that pressing feeling from Magic herself, drove him onwards at pace, to launch the next stage of evolution of computing, via him, her favoured child.
He didn't know yet, just how important he was, not just to magic, not just to the world, he was, very, and in growing terms. He was set to change the world, one atom at a time if he had to, because of the real love of his life Magic.
His startling intelligence had finally found outlet, a genie that could not be put back in the bottle. And he was the man of the future, of times to come, and only one force in the universe knew that for sure, but others - others were starting to take notice of the favoured childe of the second greatest power in the entire verse.
But currently he was just like any other teenager, out for a walk in the biggest city in England, full of life, culture and hot girls. Something Harry had noticed a lot more since having one of his own now.
Frankly, she'd told him to get laid, not with her, but someone else. But frankly - who the hell was likely to compare to her? She was gorgeous, she was funny, intelligent, driven and to top that, she was hell on wheels in the bedroom. Nothing was out of reach, nothing was taboo, nothing was said no to. If Harry wanted to try it, she gleefully launched into doing it, and usually proved to have done it before, and had a level of ability in the bedroom arts that had basically forced him to try to keep up or lose her for sure.
This was no small feat. Her career was starting to really take off now, more and more she was called back, proving popular on any site she performed for, and in reviewed in glowing terms. Her verve and calling was porn, and Harry had no problem with that. She was damn good at what she did, and he was actually proud of her for it.
Any other man wouldn't be able to enjoy her success in such a way, their pride wouldn't take it. Not Harry, not even slightly, which had her falling HARD for the green eyed apple of her heart.
He had no idea of her tortured heart currently though, blind to the pain she was going through as she struggled with the final lesson and all it entailed.
She showed him none of it, keeping it to herself in a way he didn't suspect she could. Most everything was on her sleeve, totally out there, hiding nothing because she was a fuck you if you don't like it kind of girl. He adored that about her, and it was drawing him out of his shell as well.
Already the Dursley's wouldn't DARE talk to him the way they used to after he had tired of it one evening and turned on them. Dudley had been there, and as much as he loved his parents, had cheered him on from the side lines, nearly breaking out the pom-poms as the worm finally turned.
Needless to say, they didn't bother him anymore, like any other bullies, when faced with superior force they ran with their tails between their legs. Harry did whatever the fuck he liked now, and damn them if they didn't like it. This was starting to show in his everyday life as well, even to the point that he oozed confidence in himself now in a stark reversal of the man he'd been a few weeks ago.
This was 100% down to his girlfriend, who frankly he adored, love wasn't too strong a word, and he would never be the same for knowing her. He took joy in that, and when and if, she did as Dud had warned; get bored, he would still be better for knowing her.
This showed in the way he walked now. His intelligence was showing itself in strange ways as well. His mind going so damn fast now that he automatically placed his feet perfectly, his poise utterly composed and perfectly balanced, the epitome of perfect balance and grace as his mind calculated the perfect angles, the placement of his feet and the play of his muscles to be efficient and it looked graceful like a damn cat.
His reactions already insane, were now bordering on precognition and he drew admiring glances wherever he went. Including a busy London street that was usually so busy that everyone being so preoccupied with getting to the next shop, the next coffee house or whatever that barely a scant regard was shown to those around them.
Not to Harry, he stood out like a hunter amongst prey now.
A comparison that actually Tempe had made when seeing him at Solarium one night dancing with a random girl that wouldn't take no for an answer. Of course he'd dropped her like yesterdays' news when he'd spotted Tempe, something he had been lambasted by Tempe for, and then rewarded with the snog if the century.
She enjoyed that about him, even if she didn't want him to do it. It was a dichotomy and part of her growing anxiety about what was to come.
Harry suddenly changed direction. He wasn't going to the Weasley's this year, so it occurred to him that now was as good a time as any to get his shopping sorted. He actually had gotten his key from Mrs Weasley, even not knowing what was to come, but just because it was his damn it.
He could draw some money from Gringotts and then do his shopping well ahead of time for a change. He'd gotten his rather good OWL results and resultant list earlier that week. He tested well luckily, and even had the passing grade for Potions to get in that year, even though it was O and above only. He was tempted, just to tweak that evil git's nose over his grade.
He only had to get a tube and a bus and he would be at the leaky cauldron.
He walked on, unaware of the admiring glances coming his way.
Diagon Alley – London 13:00 – 20th August 2011
Harry walked out of the arch at the back of the pub into complete pandemonium. Everywhere he looked there was fire or someone setting one, that someone's being Death Eaters?
He ducked back out of sight, a DE coming within touching distance of him, and yet not seeing him. He knew then his patron had just got involved. He felt an incredible burst of extra power, adding a slight sheen to his aura that was purple tinged. He had to do something, and quickly.
These…sheep, they wouldn't do anything, like the rest of the Wizarding world they were cowards when shown force. He alone seemed to be the one that didn't back down from a proper fight. Though that wasn't totally fair, for all their stupidity the Order did stand against Voldemort. Still, they weren't here and as per usual nor were the Aurors.
But he couldn't be seen. He was a symbol now, and hated it. It was worse because he knew that at the end of the day, if he beat Voldemort he would be revered, and he didn't want that. No, they needed to see that he alone wasn't the only one to fight. He needed, no HAD to be someone else for this, and he had to make a BIG impression doing it.
His eyes cast around, seeing a Dementor at the end of the street, getting dangerously close to a child. They struck a sort of paralysing fear in any that saw them, and it wasn't just what they did, but the way they looked. He needed to create an image like that, and he needed to do it FAST, before that evil being caught the kid.
An image went through his mind's eye, sent from his patron he was sure. A wicked smile lit his face suddenly. He flickered, his features changing, a deep purple aura coming out of his body at least a foot, a spectral image appearing in his place that looked almost ghost like and about as easily harmed as one. He was partially see through, and yet his body was so dark the view was not easily found. He flickered again, appearing at the end of the street. He got between the young child, a little girl, complete with teddy, of him of all things, and snarled, "Get away from the girl" shocked at the sound of his own voice. It was deep, gravely and totally different from his usual speaking voice. It also had a strange harmonic to it that made the Dementor actually back up a step. This was good, because he had no idea what to do next. He knew he had to stop it, he just didn't know how. Using his Patronus was a bad idea, but maybe the only option. It was recognizable by shape, and function. He had chased off a hundred of these bastards once, and that had spread like wild fire.
The Dementor swept in suddenly, catching Harry mid thought, holding him in powerful but skeletal arms, it leaned in, and he felt that pull he'd felt once before.
"TRUST ME" he suddenly had SCREAMED into his mind. He didn't know the voice, but it was female and for the first time his patron had deigned to talk to him directly. He did what he always had, and trust in his magic. He literally felt his soul slipping out of his body, and then suddenly, it no longer was. Instead the Dementor let out a soul wrenching cry, shuddering. Harry stood, forcing it back to its shock.
He kept the 'kiss' going, feeling something coming FROM the Dementor rather than the other way around. He kept it going, not really understanding what he was doing, only that he had to keep doing it.
A bright glow suddenly lit the area, drawing a great deal of the DE's attention to him. The evil creature suddenly screamed a gut wrenching sound, and souls suddenly started to appear FROM the Dementor rather than the other way around. Harry held the taller being in a lovers embrace, actually pressing his physical lips to it's, and sucked like crazy. Around him he was being cheered on by the souls of those that had come before him, rather like had happened with Voldemort and his wand.
These souls had been damned though, he was literally ripping them from hell, and or rather his patron was through him. Then the tall creature let out a keening wail and sagged, suddenly disappearing in a flurry of cloth. Harry dropped the remains of the evil being and looked around. Hollow white eyes took in the DE's and a smile lit his spectral face.
"Hello boys, I hear you like the taste of death…allow me to prepare a feast" he said, not knowing where the words were coming from. He reached out, catching a nearby DE and dragging him telekinetically towards him. Once he was in hand he reared off like Dudley had shown him, hitting the DE with a beauty of a punch that not only tore him from his grip but sent him flying away several feet away, landing in a heap of dead meat. His hand lanced out a blindingly hot red beam left his palm like a staff blast of power and speared three DE's who had lined up nearly. They dropped like puppet with their strings cut, dead or dying Harry neither cared nor knew.
He turned, taking a step forward. As with the Dursley's the DE's were bullies, and used to getting their way. When faced with overwhelming resistance with a much, MUCH more powerful foe than their usual they did what all do at times like this…they ran.
Pops of apparition were heard all over the street, portkeys were triggered and the DE's went into complete and utter retreat like the disorganised mob they really were. Harry caught a few more, sending out those blistering beams of magic, almost pure rampant destructive force that obliterated them before they had even a chance to run.
Then, when he was sure they had all gotten away from him for the moment, he turned to the street and glared, hard, and in his current form it left an impression.
"Sheep" he said, the single word full of his disgust for them, and the way they acted, "You think a young boy will come and save you from your fate, you treat others with distain, you think the Muggle's below you and yet you don't have the gumption to stand up and fight even now, even for her." He said pointing at the little girl he had saved. She was looking at him, to her doll and back again, and then the Harry Potter Doll was thrown on the floor.
He couldn't help but grin at that, "Think, act, for the creators sake do SOMETHING but cower! I might not be here to save you next time" he said, then flickered out of vision like someone turning off an old CRT TV.
He just turned invisible in reality, turning back to his usual form at the same time. Then he teleported himself silently in a form of doing so that beat apparition hands down in his opinion, just suddenly knowing HOW to do it. He appeared in full view over by the bank, the other end of the street. "What just happened" he said sounding confused.
Nearby people looked at him, then up the street to where the spectral form had been and back again, looking shocked and confused. Harry decided to add salt to the wound.
"I don't know who the FUCK that was, but I LOVE his work." He said, then turned and walked into the bank.
Temperance's Flat – Little Whinging, Surrey 20:00 – 20th August 2011
"Had a good day at work dear," Harry said with a massive grin on his face.
Tempe stopped her walk into her flat, and eyed him, "Harry don't take this the wrong way, but I was just fucked six ways from Sunday…don't you care?"
"Did you get paid, did you enjoy your work, and are you doing what YOU want?" Harry asked.
"Yes, to all"
"Then good, now, did you have a good day at work dear? That's what I care about, that you are doing what you want. As for caring for you, I'm afraid that I do."
"Afraid that you do?"
"You told me not to get attached, sorry?"
She smiled, "You know what…they did not compare" she said, "How about you show me what I really want?"
"Oh so happy to help, just – you had a shower right"
She laughed, luckily, "You know I always do, and had to redo my makeup, they like me to get it to run, makes me look debauched"
"You are darling, one of the many things I adore about you" Harry said with a grin, "Now – where was I?"
"I do adore you" Tempe said, jumping into his arms, shocked when she was easily caught and held aloft. "Seriously good workout regime" she said, and then kissed him like her life depended on it.
The Station - London 09:00 - 1st September 2011
For the first time in living memory, Harry did not want to leave. The reason for that was arm in arm with him, looking oddly pensive, and equally as oddly silent.
"You alright Luv" he asked, hugging her slightly. The other side of him was Dudley, someone else he would miss, and again for the first time in living memory. He and his cousin were becoming what they should always have been, brothers in all but name.
She shot him a smile, but it didn't reach her eyes, making him worry slightly as to what was about to happen, "Dud," she said, "Give us a minute here."
Dudley nodded, thinking she wanted to say goodbye in a personal way to his cousin. He didn't need to see that.
"Remember I wanted to extend our relationship" she said her tone flat. Her eyes were cold and her demeanour scaring Harry slightly.
She looked at Dudley with a grin, "I have my sights on something better. I'm sorry to tell you this sweetheart, but the other night, me and your cousin had a wonderful night. He put you to shame, he's quite the man. So I'm dumping you for something better." she said, then as he looked at her gobsmacked, she walked to Dudley.
Low voiced she said, "Remember you told me you'd do anything to make it so he survives" she said.
Dudley nodded, glancing at Harry. Then turned back and to his everlasting shock had his arms full of an enthusiastic Temperance, who was kissing him like he had NEVER been kissed. He was so stunned, shocked and totally frozen that he just didn't react for a moment.
Then suddenly a flash of pure rage went through him as he realized what was happening. He forced her off, glaring at her, "NO"
He looked around, sagging, "He's gone, you utter bitch! Have you any, ANY idea, what you just did."
"The final lesson" she said, tears pouring down her cheeks, "I'm sorry but it had to be you. Anyone else he would've laughed it off, but you... you hurt."
"You're damn right it did, if I hit women I would fucking FLOOR you" he raged, "The things I've done to get his friendship, you just fucked it royally, and he'll never look at me again!"
"I know, I'm sorry but you said you'd do anything."
"This is NOT what I meant." he said calming, "I get it," he said calmer, "I do, make him hard, he was so soft, generous, loving and kind, probably would get hurt along the line anyway, best to get it out of the way right?"
She nodded, crying a river herself. Dudley wasn't far off tears himself, "Only not. He really loved you, and it looks like you love him, so why?"
"To make it so he survives," she said, "People like him don't do well in life, and I want him to excel!" she said suddenly pissed herself, "He's amazing, nothing like ANY other man I've met, and I've met a LOT. But he needed an edge to him; to really succeed he's got to get meaner!"
"And you'd' thought you'd do that by breaking his heart, despite the fact it looks like you went and broke your own at the same time, you stupid fucking cow!"
"I did the right thing," she said stubbornly, "And if you want tell him it was a sham, that would work too and get you back in his good graces."
"I am never talking to you again." Dudley said, turning and walking away, leaving her there miserable.
Suddenly she felt an oddly comforting sense of something at the back of her mind, it was whispering to her, telling her that this was NOT the end, and to give it time, just time would heal all wounds.
She wasn't sure she believed that oddly mothering voice, but she hoped it was right.