Chap. 30: Voldemort, shopping, Hogwarts, playtime, the cabana, and a home away from home.
Voldemort needed to know what was wrong with him, so he had summoned Severus to him the evening before Hermione had asked about Harry and Daphne at breakfast. Snape and Voldemort made their way to Lucius' study, and after examination, Snape had a disturbed look on his face, but he continued to run a few more tests. Of course, Voldemort noticed the look.
"What is it, Severus?" Voldemort asked.
"It's a withering curse, My Lord," Snape said, "and a dark one affecting your soul. It's not a curse on the body."
"My soul?" Voldemort exclaimed, and to Snape, he looked deranged as he began to pace. "I have been near no one to have been cursed unless it was from one of my remaining few followers. Narcissa, maybe? The Blacks were always vindictive!"
"My Lord," Snape said, "I've never seen anything like this, and I cannot detect anyone's magic within you but your own. It's almost otherworldly."
"Otherworldly, you say?" Voldemort asked in a low hiss with a glare.
"There are beings from the otherworld that could have done it," Snape explained, "but the question is, why?"
Voldemort scowled, and with a strangled cry, he cursed one of the fine barrister bookcases in the room, shattering the door's glass, and ripping through several volumes of magical law. He knew exactly what one being could do to him since he had cheated it! He had cheated the very entity that gave Ignotus Peverell his power all those years ago, and who did Ignotus' line lead to? Potter, of course! Their line was that entity's to protect, the line that had bested it if the story was to be believed. In return, the Potters would step in, and end those like himself for repayment.
"Is there anything that can be done?" Voldemort asked in a very low voice, and Snape could detect a small trace of fear in it.
"Strengthening potions, maybe, and something for the pain."
"Leave me, Severus, as I have to plan for Samhain, and for when our brethren will return to us."
"At your will, My Lord," Severus said before turning and fleeing the manor. If the Dark Lord had brought down the vengeance of the otherworld, it made him fear what could happen next, and to all of his followers as well. After all, now, many's lives were hell over that bloody newspaper, as they were being shunned everywhere they went. Nobody wanted to associate with them, and they were now looked at as the worst sort of filth on the face of the earth.
At least Severus did learn of something; the Azkaban breakout would be on Samhain. Here, he apparated back to Hogwarts to tell the headmaster of what he had learned.
The following day found Harry and Daphne shopping all over the island, which wasn't that large. At its longest and widest points, Barbados was only 20.8 miles long, and 14.5 miles wide. They were looking for antique furniture to complement their new furniture; especially that which came from some of the old plantations that no longer existed.
They had purchased a new, over-stuffed, sofa and matching chairs in a silver-grey Chenille Jacquard floral upholstery, and with matching white end tables and a cocktail table. They also purchased an antique white sideboard to set against the wall to hold a telly and stereo and to act as a small bar.
At the moment, they were also buying a new dining room set; a cherry Rovledo hutch and buffet, along with a Rovledo nine-piece dining table set that included eight padded chairs, and it was also in cherry. Altogether, the dining set cost them G1500.00, which was about £7,500.00.
The old wood-frame sofa, cocktail table, and small dining table had been placed on their covered back porch, and they would have to be there at three o'clock that afternoon for the delivery.
Their English bedroom set was antique, which they found at Holetown, with a mahogany queen-sized four-poster bed, two bedside tables, a dresser, and an armoire. It was Victorian era, they found, and the bed had a paneled headboard and ceiling over the bed's top, with the footboard being carved, and the posts looking like two thick entwined vines. Their bedroom had built-in paneled cabinets at one end for closet space as well, and the room was just big enough to fit everything in. This set was to also be delivered that afternoon at four.
From here, the two made their way back to Holetown and had lunch at The Tides restaurant, where Harry had made a reservation. There, they had a "Tides Caesar Salad," their "Surf and Turf," (beef tenderloin and shrimp), with local vegetables, potato gratin, beef gravy, and lemon butter, and for dessert, their "Little Sticky Toffee Pudding," with salted caramel sauce, roasted pecan nuts, and vanilla ice cream. They had this with several glasses of wine while looking out at the sea and the nearby boats.
It was shockingly expensive, Harry thought, but nothing was too good for his wife, so he paid the £380.00 bill, and the two made their way back to rest at their hotel after calling a cab. When it was time, they would take a cab back to their villa, and after the furniture was delivered and set up, they would dine at the Laguna, and head back to their room for the night.
Hermione tied a letter for Harry and Daphne on Pigwidgeon's leg and told the owl to deliver it to the Owl Post in Hogsmeade, but the small owl came back with the letter, which had been stamped, "Undeliverable." With a huff, she sent a note off to the Owl Office and asked why. The message in return said that the Potters were not to be found within the Bahamas.
"What!" Hermione exclaimed. "Ron, look at this," Hermione demanded.
Ron read the note, and both his eyebrows were raised.
"Maybe they took a small cruise on a yacht or something," Ron explained. "I hear that's a big thing down there, so they wouldn't register as being on the islands. There's a lot of islands in the Bahamas, you know."
"Are they really in the Bahamas?" Neville spoke up as he was doing his potions homework.
"What?" Hermione questioned as she glared at the Gryffindor.
"If I were Harry and Daphne," Neville explained while writing something down, "I wouldn't want to be found, and I would only tell a very few people where I was staying."
"That's, that's, that's not like Harry!" Hermione spluttered out. "I want to know what they're up to!"
Here, Seamus chortled out loud.
"I'll tell ya wha' they're up ta," Seamus said, where he made a circle with his left index finger and thumb and placed his right index finger inside the circle, which he shoved in and out like a steam piston. "Harry's drillin' a well."
Ron, Neville, and surprisingly, Dean and Ginny laughed at this.
"That's, that's, that's just sick!" Hermione spluttered out and stomped her foot after turning red.
"It's what newlyweds do, Hermione," Ginny said, and then kissed Dean.
"Yea," Ron said, "and you know what little Astoria told you; the 'Golden Boy' was screwing her sister's brains out." Ron even used air quotes.
Hermione looked like she could explode, so she stormed her way up the stairs to her dorm in high dudgeon.
"Did I say something wrong?" Ron asked.
"She always gets a bee in her bonnet, mate, when she can't nose about in other people's business," Neville said while reading from his potions book.
Several sitting around the Gryffindor common room chortled out loudly at this. Neville was becoming a man, and everyone was noticing it.
Harry and Daphne were having breakfast at the Laguna the next morning, and they were trying their buffet, which they found was excellent. They had many types of breakfast food to choose from, so each filled their plates with what they wanted.
"Let's go do snorkeling today, Harry," Daphne said as she took a sip of tea. "I want to see the turtles and the fish."
"Didn't the guide say that they sometimes fed the fish to draw them in while you're in the water?"
"Yes," Daphne said, "but I doubt it will draw sharks or barracudas."
"Where do they take us?"
"The Folkstone Marine Park, which is just south of us, I think," Daphne replied. "There's a coral reef about one-third of a mile out and a sunken ship from what the brochure said."
"All right," Harry said, "and besides, I haven't been able to take that many photos yet, and I want one of you wearing a mask, snorkel, and flippers. Cyrus and Helen will freak out!"
"Ha, ha, lover boy," Daphne said with a smirk, "and I want some of you as well."
"I'd also like to do the jet skis," Harry said. "They have two-seaters, and we could ride around in the sea, and have a blast."
"I'm not getting on one of those if you're going to go fast," Daphne said with a huff. "Have you seen some of the idiots riding those and jumping waves?"
"I won't; I promise," Harry said with an angelic smile.
Daphne gave him the gimlet eye over this since she knew the antics he pulled off on a broom. She hadn't flown with him, yet, and she didn't know if she would.
When the two arrived back, and as sunset was getting close, Harry rented a private cabana that looked out toward the sea. Once inside, he cast a muggle repelling and notice-me-not charm before the two lie down and started to make out as they drank Champagne.
Finally, an aqua-colored bikini bottom and a pair of blue Bermuda shorts were shed, and if one could have looked inside, they would have found Daphne lying on her right side, with Harry spooning behind her and holding her left leg up as they were having sex just as the sun was sinking into the Caribbean. The two would remember that evening for the rest of their lives.
After they were finished, they made their way back to their room and ordered a late supper. After that, they had sex two more times that night, which left both of them thoroughly spent, and exhausted.
Who would have thought, Harry mentally said to himself, that his wife would like doing it on her knees while laying her head on a stack of pillows. That last orgasm had made his eyes cross, and he thought that he might pass out.
Things went on like this for five days and nights, before Harry and Daphne decided to check out a day early at ten o'clock. When asked if everything had been okay, they both replied that it had been perfect, but that they would like to stay one night at their villa before leaving for Britain, where they had just had the electricity and water turned back on.
As they were leaving, both had promised to visit again, even if they were staying at their villa, and coming to the Laguna for supper. They also promised to send others to the resort as well.
Here, Harry and Daphne loaded their luggage into the boot of the cab, and they made their way "home."
On the way, Harry looked over at his young wife and smiled.
"You know," Harry said, "that I'll have to obtain my driver's license so we can either rent or buy a car for when we're here."
"And you can then teach me to drive," Daphne chirped.
Harry leaned over and gave Daphne a peck on the cheek at this.
"Of course, I will, darling," Harry said. "It will feel good, though, to be at our own home, and be able to do what we want."
"Walk around nude, you mean," Daphne whispered with a smirk.
Here, Harry cleared his throat. "Yes, we may do just that."
"Thought we might," Daphne said as she watched the scenery pass by.
It didn't take very long to arrive, where the cab pulled up into their drive, and they unloaded their luggage.
After they went inside, they aired the house out and crashed on the sofa, where Harry turned the telly on for the Caribbean Broadcasting Corporation to see what the weather would be like, as it looked like rain. Sure enough, some was coming from the Atlantic that evening.
"What do you want to eat this evening?" Daphne asked as she handed Harry a rum punch that she had learned to make from the Laguna's bartender.
"What about pizza?" Harry asked. "I picked up one of those ads for Pepenero, and they deliver. They're south of us about three and a half miles. We can order an extra large, and get an 'I Caraibi,' which I think you'll like. They can bring drinks, too."
"We have fizzy drinks in our new icebox, Harry, but the pizza sounds good. What's on it?"
"Hmmm," Harry hummed as he read the menu-ad. "It is a 'Caribbean-inspired pizza topped with pineapple, ham, pepperoni, tomato sauce, mozzarella, and a hint of fresh chili.' You'll like the pineapple on it since it goes well with the ham."
"Good, order that," Daphne said as she yawned and lie down on the sofa with her head on Harry's thigh.
Harry picked up his cell phone and made the call, where they said that it would be about an hour.
It didn't take long for Daphne to start rubbing Harry's leg as she watched the telly, which instantly started making Harry aroused.
"You're quite insatiable, you know that?" Harry asked.
"Once I've now had it, I can't get enough of it, dear," Daphne replied with a smirk.
"After we've dined, sweetheart," Harry said, "we can try out the new mattress on the bed."
"Ummmm," Daphne said, "the first time in our home away from home. I'll be sure to make you enjoy it," she purred.
"You little minx, you," Harry muttered as Daphne laughed. Harry didn't want to answer the door with an erection.
Here, his wife sat up and stood. "Where are you going?"
"To make the bed while you wait for the delivery," Daphne replied as she leaned over to give Harry a quick peck on the cheek.
If she kept this up, Harry thought, the wicked little witch would milk him dry before they returned to Britain. His bollocks were working overtime as they were.
A/N: Coming next will be the trip home, saving someone from prison, and escorting Daphne back to Hogwarts.