Harry Potter and the Isla de Secreto
Shadow Wolf
I felt that this poem matched the chapter and you will see at the end, why…
I'm Free
Don't grieve for me, for now I'm free
I'm following the path God laid for me.
I took His hand when I heard him call;
I turned my back and left it all.
I could not stay another day,
To laugh, to love, to work or play.
Tasks left undone must stay that way;
I found that place at the close of day.
If my parting has left a void,
Then fill it with remembered joy.
A friendship shared a laugh, a kiss;
Ah yes, these things, I too will miss.
Be not burdened with times of sorrow
I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow.
My life's been full, I savored much;
Good friends, good times, a loved ones touch.
Perhaps my time seems all to brief;
Don't lengthen it now with undue grief.
Lift up your heart and share with me,
God wanted me now, He set me free.
~ Linda Jo Jackson~
WARNING! WARNING!
This part will have strong sexual scenes in them, if you are too young, don't read the bottom of this chapter please…
Chapter Twelve
I'm Free
"We find, from the information given from Harry Potter, the Defendant, Sirius Black, Not guilty. We find the man Peter Pettigrew, Guilty of the deaths of Thirteen Muggles, the witch and wizard James and Lily Potter, and the resurrection of You –Know-Who. The punishment is death. The cause by the Dementors Kiss. The immediate search and capture is demanded." The Jury members stood tall and proud at that.
"Also, we find it acceptable for Mr. Potter to be granted full legal custody of Alexandria Jean Dursley-Potter. Until married, he shall wait to completely adopt." The Jury Members finished and then Dis-Apparated. Harry stared in shock for a minute.
Harry then grinned proudly jumping up and down with her crazily too, not caring that the Daily Prophet was having a Field Day with their acting about. After Dumbledore, beaming at them, calmed them down enough to have Harry notice that Alex was not a dancing partner yet. They made their to the fireplace, ignoring the flashing of the camera's and questions shouted out at them. Returning to Dumbledore's office they had some House Elves bring some food and wine up and partied till midnight. It was very surprising that Dumbledore was able to hold that much liquor and still celebrate.
Alex was given a little Butterbeer while everyone else (especially Harry) drank down many shots of Fire-Whiskey and other Wizard drinks. To say the least, they were very drunk before Harry and Alex made their way to the Common Room. Tumbling towards the Fat Lady with a wide-awake Alex he stopped when she asked for the Password.
"Umm… Brave-heart right?" He asked. The Fat Lady nodded but questioned him, looking him over.
"You've been drinking eh? My, oh my I have to say that you drank way too much. Even I can smell it off you and I'm a Portrait! You need to get it out of your system—" she was interrupted when Harry asked to go in. Reluctantly she opened the hole and he scrambled in, helping Alex with him.
Walking to the couch, ignoring the questioning stares of the other Seventh Years he fell to the couch, hugging Alex to himself and falling into a blissfully dreamless sleep.
The green light flashed and the thump of the body hitting the ground seemed to almost bounce off the walls in the silence of the room. He didn't replace the chair. He didn't look on the desk on the old fool CrackPot. If he had he would have noticed it. He would have seen the piece of parchment that the fool had been writing on before being slaughtered.
The murderer hurried out the room, keeping to the shadows as not to be found. Almost being caught by that Filch's cat Mrs. Norris. Ignoring the deep urge to get the cat a good kick in the arse, he slipped out of the castle and into the night. He rushed into the Forbidden Forest. Thinking silently he smiled evilly and smugly.
That was so easy.
(A/n: I would have left you there, but I think that you would want to know this part as well. Also the chapter would have been WWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYY too short!)
Waking up in the morning Professor McGonagall made her way to the Headmaster's Bedchambers to ask him about the trial. Nothing had appeared in the Headlines about it, shockingly. Looking at her watch quickly a small frown appeared. It was past the time from when he should be out of bed and in the Great Hall. Everyone had noticed his absence at the Head of the Teacher Table.
Knocking loudly she waited for the door to open. It didn't. A minute later she pounded on the door, thinking in a slight amused thought. If he answered the door, just getting dressed, what did he wear? Boxers or briefs (LOL. Just had to add it.)?
Still, the Headmaster didn't answer.
"Damn it Albus! Wake up! If I don't have this door open in ten seconds, I'm barging in, whether you like it or not! One… two… three… four…
"FIVE… SIX… SEVEN… EIGHT… NINE!
"TEN! I'm coming in there!" she screeched, very Un-McGonagall of her. Pulling out her wand she un-locked the door and barged in, looking in the room. Pictures upon pictures hung on the walls. All around were of all Dumbledore's students throughout the years.
Knickknacks littered the table and tops of Bookcases. The bookcases were filled to the edge with tomes. Some dark and some light whilst others paperbacks and hardbacks. She hurried past the small living quarters and into the bedroom. Opening the door immediately she walked in.
Looking straight at the bed she saw the disarrayed sheets pushed to the end, but no Albus Dumbledore. Looking around the room where a desk sat at the edge of a corner she saw the chair upturned. Walking towards it she returned it to its correct position. Looking on the desk that was littered with yellowing parchment, dried ink, and unusable quills she noticed a fresh piece of parchment. She picked it up and started to read.
Hello Minnie,
If you are indeed reading this, then I am dead. I don't want you to cry or feel sorry about me. I want you to become Headmistress of Hogwarts. I know you can do it. There are thing's you need to know now hanging on your shoulders.
Yes, last night I had a feeling I would be killed, but on the off chance I needed to not leave my business totally un-cared for. For Voldemort, don't you dare flinch, has indeed risen and it would be a complete mistake to just leave you all in the middle of it all. Now I'm going to tell (well actually write) you a few things you need to know to keep us alive.
First, Sirius Black is innocent. I know, I know. There's hardly any proof, but ask Severus to give Harry Potter some Truth Potion if you don't believe me. Or even Severus. I'm sorry I had to leave you in the dark about it.
I need you to tell Sirius that the Order will have to hold on and that they are to vote for a new leader. Please do this and trust me about this. Tell Remus that in his fault at Gringotts he will find something that will help him with his issues. I hadn't had the time to give it to him or tell him. Tell Severus that if he want's to back out he may, that I don't want him in there any longer than another month.
Second, I want Mad-Eye to find other Auror's and Bounty Hunters he trusts to start working again. I want you to give Harry free rein to the Restricted Section of the Library and my Bookcases, as those books in my rooms are now his. Tell him I wish him good-luck with his Duties and that he finds the right person before his Eighteenth Birthday. Give Fawkes to Hagrid and tell him that I hope he will be happy soon with his new relationship. He is to keep the Care of Magical Creatures till he quits.
Tell him to go easy on the animals he chooses to have for classes.
Third, tell Harry to be careful and make sure he doesn't go into depression. Harry is to have a talk with the Sorting Hat because he will then understand and know everything he needs to know. After half the year that is. If he leaves, allow Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Cho Chang and Sirius Black to leave wherever they are going and whenever. It is for the best and he will explain then about his heritage more than I can.
I leave to you my wand to keep. More will be passed to people and my living Great great grandkids from my Will. Tell Arthur Weasley that his bonus from the order is in his vault. Assign Remus the job of Head of Gryffindor House. And give Little Alex a hug for me.
Please do not grieve for me. For I'm just taking my 'Next Greatest Adventure', not dying. Please read this poem if you are sad, maybe it will help you:
Don't grieve for me, for now I'm free. I'm following the path God laid for me. I took His hand when I heard him call; I turned my back and left it all. I could not stay another day, to laugh, to love, to work or play. Tasks left undone must stay that way; I found that place at the close of day.
If my parting has left a void, then fill it with remembered joy. A friendship shared a laugh, a kiss; Ah yes, these things, I too will miss. Be not burdened with times of sorrow. I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow. My life's been full, I savoured much; Good friends, good times, a loved ones touch.
Perhaps my time seems all to brief; don't lengthen it now with undue grief. Lift up your heart and share with me, God wanted me now, He set me free.
Be a good Headmistress, and lighten up a bit. I think that you really should have some Lemon Drops, you'll love them. Please tell Misters Fred and George Weasley Good Luck on their joke shop for me. Thank you again Minnie.
Albus Dumbledore
Tears were falling down her eyes as she finished reading the letter. Remembering that the last thing she had said to him was "You need to be more serious Albus. Getting drunk like a Teen. In all my years…" She sighed shakily and then rolled up the parchment.
Then finally she noticed. She was standing over a body. A dead body. The body of Albus Dumbledore; the greatest Headmaster and wizard ever to live in this century. The sobs came quickly, erupting from the strict professor.
Falling down to the deceased Headmaster she let anguish swallow her whole.
The Death of the Headmaster was spread throughout the country. Even the Americas heard of the death. The Muggles felt a sudden dark cloak being thrown over them as well, knowing somehow, that danger was sure to follow the strange sudden sorrow in them. The day of the funeral every witch and wizard of the light side (and some of the dark to keep impressions) were there. Harry sat in the front row with Cho.
She cried into his shoulder. Deep gut-wrenching sobs racked her body. He just stared straight ahead, saying nothing. A distant look was on his face ever since he had heard. When it had been announced at lunch the day after the trial everyone in the hall, even the Slytherin's, were shocked into silence and sorrow.
It had surprised Harry inside that even Draco Malfoy was gloomy to hear the news. It gave him the notion that they hadn't known and it had to have been someone else. Not Voldemort.
Dumbledore was buried right next to the Lake of the school, wanting to be near the school even after Death. Harry had been told about the books that were now his and had had them put in a room that was turned into his personal Library. No one, without him there to open the door for them, was allowed inside. He had had the room remodelled with a large comfortable couch, an armchair, a table, and a desk with all he would need to seemingly study. Few knew about its new existence.
Harry and Cho left very quickly to the castle and into his library and just sat on the couch, staring at the fire as it burned warmly and brightly. He had left Alex with Madame Pomfrey that day to nap and not see the funeral as she was too young. Cho had stopped crying and just sat in his lap sideways, her head rested against his chest. He hugged her to him, not saying a word. Still sniffling she sighed shakily.
(A/n: If you've read the top, then you know that now is where the sexual stuff starts. If you are too young then please scroll to the bottom. Though I must say that I don't care what you do. I can't be held accountable for against your actions to listen to the rules.)
"H-Harry?" she asked timidly, almost afraid to ask the question in her mind.
"Yes?" He asked quietly, barely whispering the word. A shiver travelled down her back, making her twitch slightly, only just noticeable.
"I want to forget this week, if only for a while…" she whispered in his ear. He turned his head to her face.
"I would too." He said slightly with a sneer. She bowed her head a slight bit.
"Would you make-love with me Harry? Just to forget? Tonight?" She asked bluntly. Harry blinked at her in surprise. Not getting an answer she get up slowly, face crimson for asking such a question now and not getting an answer.
How embarrassing, she thought in humiliation. She was walking quickly for the door to leave when her hand was tugged back. She let out a squeak in surprise. She stumbled backwards into Harry's arms. She looked up in alarm.
Sudden desire darken his emerald green eyes to almost black. The only feelings in those eyes were desperate need and hunger. The need to be in loving arms to banish the demons. Longing flowed into their blood-streams. He gently lowered her next to the hearth rug near the fire.
Looking down at her as the fires danced on her skin and wanting shun from her eyes Harry cupped her face gently, lying next to her. Her mourning dress was slightly pushed up from her moving; showing off slightly her long legs that seemed to go on forever. She raised her arms to his head, pulling him down on top of her and butterfly-kissing him, nipping his bottom lip slightly. A soft moan was in the back of his throat, wanting to be let out. Running her fingers through his hair Cho moaned inside his mouth.
His tongue soon prodded her lip, wanting inside. As she opened her mouth he tasted her, tasting her sweet flavour that was only her. Running his tongue along her teeth, he deepened the kiss slightly, letting out the moan needing to be let out. His hands travelled down to her breasts, squeezing them gently till he felt their tips harden. Finding the back zipper to the dress, he slowly unzipped the dress, not breaking the kissing.
Slipping the dress off her skin he saw her silky black bra and panties. She pushed off his jacket and seductively unbuttoned his shirt. A small smile was on his face when she broke away to undo his pants. Kicking them off he turned back to her. Running his hands down her chest and belly and even lower he watched as she arched in his touch.
"Is this your first time?" she said in-between moans. Lightly kissing the inside of her thigh, he pulled down her panties, waiting for her to left up slightly to get them totally off.
"Yes." He said simply. She grinned seductively as she saw his arousal.
"I came back today for you. I can't wait till you're out of school." She said in his ear. She moaned as his tongue darted inside her. "It's my first time too." She whispered. Soon they both were naked.
Harry suckled one breast as his hand played with the other. Guiding his manhood to hers he paused.
"Are you sure?" he whispered. She nodded. He slowly entered her. She gasped loudly as her barrier was broken, but his mouth covered hers, stifling it. Gaining speed as he entered her she rose to meet him thrust for thrust.
Every time she gasped as he entered just a little bit more into her. Sucking her neck and letting his hands roam over her body, Harry watched her closed eyes as he gave to her, her pleasure as she gave him his. Running kisses down her neck he savoured the time he held her. She groaned, repeating his name in gasps as he filled her completely. Moaning she ran her hands down his back and up with her long nails, sending him into shivers.
Groaning he drove into her, suddenly feeling the build up inside him burst as he came inside her, shouting out her name and falling on top of her. And seconds later she fell off her peak and cried out his name as well. Feeling blinded from the aftermath of their lovemaking she relaxed with him on top of her. After a while he rolled off of her and had her lying on top of her. Sighing happily, feeling sated, they feel asleep in each other's embraces, no dreams plaguing their unconscious forms…