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Harry Potter and the Quest for Vengeance
Chapter 3
Harry awoke with screaming headache. He felt like it was being pounded from the inside by a mountain troll. He lifted his wrist to look at his watch (a Rolex he had purchased at the advice of Dudley, "You need more 'bling bling' man." Harry still wasn't sure what 'bling bling' was).
It was nine twenty seven. He groaned. "Too early" he mumbled.
Then he realised he wasn't alone. On the left side of his bed was Tonks. She still looked the same teenage girl that she had the night before. More realisations struck him as he remembered the night before and notice the fact that he was naked. He lifted the sheet up to peer under.
"Sweeet." He mumbled sleepily. Tonks was naked too and he looked over her smooth white breasts and their dark nipples. His gaze travelled downwards to the small patch of shaven dark hair.
'I am so lucky.' He thought
"Did you lose something?"
Harry jumped and dropped the sheet to see Tonks grinning up at him. He grinned back. "Why yes I did Ms Tonks, I was wondering if you've seen my virginity around here somewhere?" Tonks continued to grin up at him until she yawned.
"What time is it?" she asked. "Half nine."
Tonks got up and started to get dressed while Harry watched. She had only put on her g-string and boob tube when she turned around to see Harry staring at her. She blushed a bit before calling his name.
"Harry.HARRY!"
"Huh. yeah what?" He answered as he came out of his stupor.
"You were staring Harry."
"Well I told you I was going to repay you for checking out my arse didn't I?"
Tonks just laughed and finished getting dressed. Harry also got up and chucked on some boxers and a t-shirt. He looked up to Tonks dressed and making her way towards him. She kissed him full on the lips, her tongue delving into his mouth and he once again remembered the awesome events of the night before.
"Last night was great Harry," she said "We should do it again sometime." And with that she was out the door, down the stairs and out of the house. Harry went to the window and looked down at her. She waved up at him then apparated away.
"Hell yeah!" he yelled, "I just had drunken sex!"
Harry spent the rest of the week with big goofy smile on his face. His driving test came and went and he passed with flying colours. To celebrate this he bought himself a new car. A BMW Z4 3.0i SE Roadster for £30,995.
But right now his car was in the driveway and Harry was in his room. He was currently meditating. He had read both Muggle Martial Arts and Muggle Self Defence and both had similar ideas. They both said that speed of the human body and speed of a person's reflexes could be increased if said person learned to control and use that person's muscles.
When a person used his muscles normally the brain would send a message to said muscles and they would react instantly without much thought. But with intense concentration a person would be able to completely control their muscles. This could be good for stretching and the loosening of muscles without actually doing anything. With enough practise a person could make it second nature to move their muscles like this, which would in turn increase their speed and reaction rate.
This was what Harry was doing now. He was concentrating on his big toe trying to really feel the muscles in it. He was able to just feel the stringy muscles but each time he tried to pull on them it would slip from his mental grasp.
He spent several hours working at this until he was able to move his toe. The effort was incredibly draining and terribly hard, but Harry kept at. Concentrating hard and moving each of his muscles one by on. By dinnertime he so tired, mentally and physically. He felt like he had just multiplied his workout with Dudley by ten. He lugged himself downstairs and sat down at the dinner table to wait for his food.
"Harry dear," Harry looked up at his Aunt Petunia "Are feeling alright?"
He smiled, if she had asked him that a year ago he would've thought she had lost her marbles.
"I'm fine Aunt Petunia, I've just been working to hard."
"Alright then dear, but don't over do it okay? There's a letter for you over there for you."
Harry looked towards the bench where she had pointed and got up to grab the letter. He looked at for a second.
Harry Potter
4 Privet Drive
Little Whinging, Surrey
It was a regular muggle letter. With a stamp and everything. 'Who would send me a letter' he thought 'the muggle way?'
He opened it and took out the piece of card. It said
Dear Mr Potter,
You are cordially invited to the charity auction/dinner to be held at The Ritz Hotel, Piccadilly in London on July 25th. This is to be a formal, black tie event. The doors open at 4:00pm. The auction will begin at 4:30 sharp, while dinner is served at 7:00. All proceeds will be given to the London Cancer Foundation and it would be appreciated if you made a purchase or donation to the foundation. The event is strictly invitation only. Your invitation will allow your entry and that of your date.
Yours sincerely Agatha Wormwood (Foundation Chairperson)
'Hmm, looks like I'm part of London's elite or something.'
He read the letter over again and saw the line .you may bring one date or friend or spouse. 'Where the hell am I going to find a date, I wonder if Tonks.' After he ate he went upstairs and put the invitation away carefully then quickly scribbled an answer to Ron and Hermione's letter he had gotten earlier that day (Hey guys, I'm fine, everything's great here. I'll see you at Diagon Alley on the 24th of August. Harry) then he sat down to write a letter to Tonks.
Dear Tonks,
How's it? Things are cool here. I've been reading up on muggle self defence and fighting to prepare me for Voldemort. I also started reading up on Raw Magic and Power Propulsion; do you know anything about that? Anyway I was thinking a bit about what happened the other night, actually I think about it a hell of a lot, and I was wondering if you accompany me to this muggle charity thing I got invited to. It's on the 25th so if you can get your answer to me before than and where I can pick you up from (trust me) before than it would be great.
Thanks a lot (For the other night as well)
Harry
Harry called out to Hedwig. She flew over from her cage.
"Alright girl," he said as he scratched her head, "take this one to Tonks first and then this one to the Burrow okay?"
Hedwig hooted her answer and then took off out the window. He watched her for a bit before he went back to practising moving his muscles manually.
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It was a few days before Harry got his reply from Tonks. He was outside in the backyard practising some martial arts moves from his books. He had improved superbly with his manual muscle moving or what he liked to call 'Matrixxing it'. He moved fluidly, so fast it was almost hard to see. His hands becoming a blur as he threw punches and kicks at the air. It was midday and Harry was wearing only a loose pair of basketball shorts. Buckets of sweat streamed down his body as he moved faster and faster, blurry kicks, punches, elbows, knees. Then he stopped and lay down on the grass. His entire body ached and his pulse raced. He breathed deeply and reached over for the bottle of water on the ground a bit away from him. He rested for a bit then got up again to warm down. He went through various slow movements his books had suggested. It was called Tai Chi Chuan. He went through the movements slowly and easily. He was so far deep in concentration that he didn't notice the small, pure black owl land a few feet away from him.
When he had finished his workout the small black owl hopped over to him and stuck out his leg. "Hey little fella, where did you come from?" Harry untied the letter and opened it. The owl took of speeding into the distance.
Dear Harry,
Things are cool here too, I'm glad that you're learning to defend yourself, maybe we could *wink* spar *wink* sometime ("She actually wrote wink!"). I've been thinking about you and our drunken night a lot too Harry it was great. Really great. You can pick me up at 12 Frances St, how are you going to anyway? Can't wait to see.
Yours always, Tonks
'Alright,' Harry thought 'that gives me a week.'
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A couple of days later found Harry admiring himself in a mirror at some flashy suit store. Harry had been driving through London looking for something to wear to the dinner and he had stopped here. He was currently trying on an all white Armani suit with a white Dolce and Gabbana dress shirt with a long white tie. The saleswoman looked him up and down and Harry thought there was a strange glint in her eyes.
"It looks very good on you sir."
Harry looked at her for a second. "Thanks. I'll think I'll take it all and another set all in black."
The saleswoman ran off to find what he wanted and Harry went back into the changing rooms. He was still getting dressed when his cell rang. He picked it up. He loved his phone. He could take pictures and surf the web, text and ring.
"Yo, this Harry."
"Hello Mr Potter this is Belinda from the organisation committee for the charity dinner. I'm just calling to confirm your attendance."
"Yeah I'll be there."
"And are you bringing a date?"
"Yep."
"Okay, thanks, bye."
Harry put down his phone and finished getting changed. He took his things to the counter where the saleswoman was waiting for him. She rung up all his purchases on the computer.
"That'll be £1859.59 thank you sir."
Harry pulled his Gringotts card out and the lady swiped it. The machine read 'ACCEPTED' and Harry grabbed a hold of the bags then left. He went out to his car, got in and drove off.
He made his way to the basketball courts in Little Winging. He was meeting Dudley and the boys for a game and he was already late. As he drove up to the courts he saw two groups of teenage guys facing off with each other. He saw one group was Dudley and his gang but the other looked like it was a rival gang.
Harry calmly got out of his car, left the top down because it was a hot day. He shut the door, turned on the alarm and walked over to them.
"Look bitch these are our courts so you better get the fuck off of them." Harry looked at the guy who had spoken. He was rather tall and he had really bulky arms. He was obviously the leader, all the rest of his boys were behind him, waiting for his signal to move.
"Look you sorry sack of fucks, this is our turf. Always has been always will be so yous better back the fuck up." Harry smiled. It was Dudley, always at the front of every conversation. Then he put on his best glare and walked into the middle.
The leader of the rivals looked at him. "Who the fuck are you? Ooof."
Harry, quick as lightning had smacked the guy in the gut with a right punch. Then he followed up with a left cross to the side of the guys face. The guy went down hard. Harry looked up at the rest of the rivals.
"Anyone else?" No one moved. "Good now get this piece of shit outta here!"
Two of the rivals came forward and picked up their leader then the whole crew moved away.
Harry turned around to look at Dudley who was grinning at him.
"Sup Harry." They slapped hands. "Sup Big D."
"Let's play some ball!"
A/N Like tell me, Don't like then fuck off.
Harry Potter and the Quest for Vengeance
Chapter 3
Harry awoke with screaming headache. He felt like it was being pounded from the inside by a mountain troll. He lifted his wrist to look at his watch (a Rolex he had purchased at the advice of Dudley, "You need more 'bling bling' man." Harry still wasn't sure what 'bling bling' was).
It was nine twenty seven. He groaned. "Too early" he mumbled.
Then he realised he wasn't alone. On the left side of his bed was Tonks. She still looked the same teenage girl that she had the night before. More realisations struck him as he remembered the night before and notice the fact that he was naked. He lifted the sheet up to peer under.
"Sweeet." He mumbled sleepily. Tonks was naked too and he looked over her smooth white breasts and their dark nipples. His gaze travelled downwards to the small patch of shaven dark hair.
'I am so lucky.' He thought
"Did you lose something?"
Harry jumped and dropped the sheet to see Tonks grinning up at him. He grinned back. "Why yes I did Ms Tonks, I was wondering if you've seen my virginity around here somewhere?" Tonks continued to grin up at him until she yawned.
"What time is it?" she asked. "Half nine."
Tonks got up and started to get dressed while Harry watched. She had only put on her g-string and boob tube when she turned around to see Harry staring at her. She blushed a bit before calling his name.
"Harry.HARRY!"
"Huh. yeah what?" He answered as he came out of his stupor.
"You were staring Harry."
"Well I told you I was going to repay you for checking out my arse didn't I?"
Tonks just laughed and finished getting dressed. Harry also got up and chucked on some boxers and a t-shirt. He looked up to Tonks dressed and making her way towards him. She kissed him full on the lips, her tongue delving into his mouth and he once again remembered the awesome events of the night before.
"Last night was great Harry," she said "We should do it again sometime." And with that she was out the door, down the stairs and out of the house. Harry went to the window and looked down at her. She waved up at him then apparated away.
"Hell yeah!" he yelled, "I just had drunken sex!"
Harry spent the rest of the week with big goofy smile on his face. His driving test came and went and he passed with flying colours. To celebrate this he bought himself a new car. A BMW Z4 3.0i SE Roadster for £30,995.
But right now his car was in the driveway and Harry was in his room. He was currently meditating. He had read both Muggle Martial Arts and Muggle Self Defence and both had similar ideas. They both said that speed of the human body and speed of a person's reflexes could be increased if said person learned to control and use that person's muscles.
When a person used his muscles normally the brain would send a message to said muscles and they would react instantly without much thought. But with intense concentration a person would be able to completely control their muscles. This could be good for stretching and the loosening of muscles without actually doing anything. With enough practise a person could make it second nature to move their muscles like this, which would in turn increase their speed and reaction rate.
This was what Harry was doing now. He was concentrating on his big toe trying to really feel the muscles in it. He was able to just feel the stringy muscles but each time he tried to pull on them it would slip from his mental grasp.
He spent several hours working at this until he was able to move his toe. The effort was incredibly draining and terribly hard, but Harry kept at. Concentrating hard and moving each of his muscles one by on. By dinnertime he so tired, mentally and physically. He felt like he had just multiplied his workout with Dudley by ten. He lugged himself downstairs and sat down at the dinner table to wait for his food.
"Harry dear," Harry looked up at his Aunt Petunia "Are feeling alright?"
He smiled, if she had asked him that a year ago he would've thought she had lost her marbles.
"I'm fine Aunt Petunia, I've just been working to hard."
"Alright then dear, but don't over do it okay? There's a letter for you over there for you."
Harry looked towards the bench where she had pointed and got up to grab the letter. He looked at for a second.
Harry Potter
4 Privet Drive
Little Whinging, Surrey
It was a regular muggle letter. With a stamp and everything. 'Who would send me a letter' he thought 'the muggle way?'
He opened it and took out the piece of card. It said
Dear Mr Potter,
You are cordially invited to the charity auction/dinner to be held at The Ritz Hotel, Piccadilly in London on July 25th. This is to be a formal, black tie event. The doors open at 4:00pm. The auction will begin at 4:30 sharp, while dinner is served at 7:00. All proceeds will be given to the London Cancer Foundation and it would be appreciated if you made a purchase or donation to the foundation. The event is strictly invitation only. Your invitation will allow your entry and that of your date.
Yours sincerely Agatha Wormwood (Foundation Chairperson)
'Hmm, looks like I'm part of London's elite or something.'
He read the letter over again and saw the line .you may bring one date or friend or spouse. 'Where the hell am I going to find a date, I wonder if Tonks.' After he ate he went upstairs and put the invitation away carefully then quickly scribbled an answer to Ron and Hermione's letter he had gotten earlier that day (Hey guys, I'm fine, everything's great here. I'll see you at Diagon Alley on the 24th of August. Harry) then he sat down to write a letter to Tonks.
Dear Tonks,
How's it? Things are cool here. I've been reading up on muggle self defence and fighting to prepare me for Voldemort. I also started reading up on Raw Magic and Power Propulsion; do you know anything about that? Anyway I was thinking a bit about what happened the other night, actually I think about it a hell of a lot, and I was wondering if you accompany me to this muggle charity thing I got invited to. It's on the 25th so if you can get your answer to me before than and where I can pick you up from (trust me) before than it would be great.
Thanks a lot (For the other night as well)
Harry
Harry called out to Hedwig. She flew over from her cage.
"Alright girl," he said as he scratched her head, "take this one to Tonks first and then this one to the Burrow okay?"
Hedwig hooted her answer and then took off out the window. He watched her for a bit before he went back to practising moving his muscles manually.
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It was a few days before Harry got his reply from Tonks. He was outside in the backyard practising some martial arts moves from his books. He had improved superbly with his manual muscle moving or what he liked to call 'Matrixxing it'. He moved fluidly, so fast it was almost hard to see. His hands becoming a blur as he threw punches and kicks at the air. It was midday and Harry was wearing only a loose pair of basketball shorts. Buckets of sweat streamed down his body as he moved faster and faster, blurry kicks, punches, elbows, knees. Then he stopped and lay down on the grass. His entire body ached and his pulse raced. He breathed deeply and reached over for the bottle of water on the ground a bit away from him. He rested for a bit then got up again to warm down. He went through various slow movements his books had suggested. It was called Tai Chi Chuan. He went through the movements slowly and easily. He was so far deep in concentration that he didn't notice the small, pure black owl land a few feet away from him.
When he had finished his workout the small black owl hopped over to him and stuck out his leg. "Hey little fella, where did you come from?" Harry untied the letter and opened it. The owl took of speeding into the distance.
Dear Harry,
Things are cool here too, I'm glad that you're learning to defend yourself, maybe we could *wink* spar *wink* sometime ("She actually wrote wink!"). I've been thinking about you and our drunken night a lot too Harry it was great. Really great. You can pick me up at 12 Frances St, how are you going to anyway? Can't wait to see.
Yours always, Tonks
'Alright,' Harry thought 'that gives me a week.'
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A couple of days later found Harry admiring himself in a mirror at some flashy suit store. Harry had been driving through London looking for something to wear to the dinner and he had stopped here. He was currently trying on an all white Armani suit with a white Dolce and Gabbana dress shirt with a long white tie. The saleswoman looked him up and down and Harry thought there was a strange glint in her eyes.
"It looks very good on you sir."
Harry looked at her for a second. "Thanks. I'll think I'll take it all and another set all in black."
The saleswoman ran off to find what he wanted and Harry went back into the changing rooms. He was still getting dressed when his cell rang. He picked it up. He loved his phone. He could take pictures and surf the web, text and ring.
"Yo, this Harry."
"Hello Mr Potter this is Belinda from the organisation committee for the charity dinner. I'm just calling to confirm your attendance."
"Yeah I'll be there."
"And are you bringing a date?"
"Yep."
"Okay, thanks, bye."
Harry put down his phone and finished getting changed. He took his things to the counter where the saleswoman was waiting for him. She rung up all his purchases on the computer.
"That'll be £1859.59 thank you sir."
Harry pulled his Gringotts card out and the lady swiped it. The machine read 'ACCEPTED' and Harry grabbed a hold of the bags then left. He went out to his car, got in and drove off.
He made his way to the basketball courts in Little Winging. He was meeting Dudley and the boys for a game and he was already late. As he drove up to the courts he saw two groups of teenage guys facing off with each other. He saw one group was Dudley and his gang but the other looked like it was a rival gang.
Harry calmly got out of his car, left the top down because it was a hot day. He shut the door, turned on the alarm and walked over to them.
"Look bitch these are our courts so you better get the fuck off of them." Harry looked at the guy who had spoken. He was rather tall and he had really bulky arms. He was obviously the leader, all the rest of his boys were behind him, waiting for his signal to move.
"Look you sorry sack of fucks, this is our turf. Always has been always will be so yous better back the fuck up." Harry smiled. It was Dudley, always at the front of every conversation. Then he put on his best glare and walked into the middle.
The leader of the rivals looked at him. "Who the fuck are you? Ooof."
Harry, quick as lightning had smacked the guy in the gut with a right punch. Then he followed up with a left cross to the side of the guys face. The guy went down hard. Harry looked up at the rest of the rivals.
"Anyone else?" No one moved. "Good now get this piece of shit outta here!"
Two of the rivals came forward and picked up their leader then the whole crew moved away.
Harry turned around to look at Dudley who was grinning at him.
"Sup Harry." They slapped hands. "Sup Big D."
"Let's play some ball!"
A/N Like tell me, Don't like then fuck off.
