Harry Potter and the Slytherin Necromancer
Disclaimer: See Prologue; by the by, Harry gets some action. (wink, wink, nod, nod) Lucky, lucky boy. Hope becomes a lusty wench. Whoopee, I want to get lusty with Harry Potter.... ::cough:: Waggle is a funny word to say. Repeat after me. Waggle. Hahahaha.... Err, right then. Read on.
Chapter Two: Headquarters
"My eye doesn't sit well with you, eh?" Hope's left eye twitched as she watched his glass eye swivel about as if by magic. "Don't worry, girly, you're not the only one who was unsettled by my magic eye. Come on then, we have to leave quickly." With that said the old Auror plunged into the crowds. Hope struggled to keep up with her parents and the older wizard. They went out into the street and went over to a cab, except it had an O and a P on the side and it was supposedly off duty. A pink haired woman grabbed Hope's suitcase as well as her parents' and stuffed them into the trunk of the cab.
"Hi, I'm Tonks."
"Hope. Is Tonks your first name?"
"Nope, and don't ask about it either." Hope raised her eyebrow at the sullen tone of the woman.
"Uh, sure." She quickly climbed into the back of the cab. She blinked at the way the seats were arranged in a semi circle. Obviously this was a magic car. She looked up front where the pink haired woman whose last name was Tonks and Mad-Eye Moody sat side by side.
"Now remember to leave the city then to go to Little Whinging, Surrey. We need to pick up Potter." Hope stiffened. They had to share the cab with Potter. She glanced at the guilty faces of her parents. They knew that she hated everything that the teenaged boy represented, easy fame and fortune while she had to work so hard for everything. She glared angrily at her parents and sat as far away as possible from them. "You there, girl." Hope looked up at the face of Moody. "You will go to the door of number four of Privet Drive and knock on the door. Ask for Potter." The harsh look on his face commanded that she obey.
"Yes sir."
"And if his Muggle relatives give you trouble, you come get me and I'll straighten everything out." The cold and sadistic glee in his voice gave Hope the shivers. Now she understood why Mad-Eye Moody was one of the scariest wizards alive.
"Yes sir."
"You're a good girl then, eh Reynolds?" The compliment actually made Hope feel elated. Sure, she had similar compliments from her parents, but somehow this one felt different. It was like he actually cared. Feh, it was probably an act and Hope pushed down the elation.
'I shouldn't be all gaga over some stupid and mundane compliment. What does he think I am, a simpleton?' The cab started and they drove out of London. She looked out of the window the entire time, ignoring her parents' attempts at conversation. Slowly they entered a suburb of some kind and they went onto Privet Drive. The car stopped at the corner.
"Alright, girl. Here's Privet Drive ok? Go to house number four." Hope nodded and exited the cab. She looked at the first house and saw that it was number eight of Privet Drive. It looked like she had a long way to walk. Hope stuffed her hands in her jean pockets, glad that her shirt was not tucked in and it effectively hid her wand from sight. She eyed the perfectly manicured and somewhat dry lawns of the street. It seemed that even in hot, dry weather the people of this neighborhood were anal about their front yards. Only a few people were outside, some watering their lawns in a desperate attempt to bring out a brighter green while others sat on their porches watching the teenagers walk by, including Hope herself. The other teens avoided her by crossing the street and Hope really didn't care. This was probably a suburb where everyone knows every else and their grandmothers, pitiful lot in life.
'Good, number four.' She stopped in horror as she saw a dark haired boy sitting on the steps of the porch of the house. Dried blood was on his lean muscled forearm and his glasses lay broken beside him. "Hey, are you alright?" And as soon as the question was asked Hope felt incredibly stupid. Of course the guy wasn't in superb condition! He had been bleeding and his glasses had been broken! The boy looked up and Hope felt even stupider at the raised eyebrow that boy gave her. A nice, fist shaped bruise was on his right cheek. Then Hope saw it, the lightning scar of the Boy-Who-Lived. OH GOD, this was Harry Potter, the Golden Boy of the Wizarding World, with bruises! Not good at all.
"Err, I'll take your incredulous look and raised eyebrow as a no then." Hope muttered darkly as she jogged up to the boy. Suddenly she felt bad for hating this kid who looked so very abused. She knelt before him and picked up the two pieces that had been Potter's glasses.
"Who are you?" The voice of the teenaged boy had already finished maturing and was a pleasant baritone.
"I'm Hope Reynolds." Harry Potter snorted.
"Hope, huh? I wish I had some." She glanced at the slightly angular face that looked so damn miserable. But the guy's green eyes held a quiet sort of fire in them. Hope smiled sadly at him and pulled out a small roll of tape from her back pocket. How the tape got there, well she always liked being prepared. She slowly and carefully wrapped the thin scotch tape around the bridge of the glasses, conscientious to keep the lenses as straight as possible. Potter watched her tape his glasses with barely focused eyes.
"There, try them now." Hope handed the glasses to him. She was confused on why her heart seemed to change its mind about the Boy Wonder that was Harry Potter. But Hope didn't let her confusion show, using her excellent control and keeping on a mask of detached interest.
"Thanks, I'm Harry Potter."
"I know. I'm with Mad-Eye Moody and some weird chick with pink hair who calls herself Tonks." Harry snickered at the dubious look on Hope's nymph like face, at least the Muggle version of a nymph with golden hair and bright blue eyes.
"You're a witch then?"
"In training, I'm going into my sixth year and was forced to transfer to Hogwarts."
"You're a member of the Order?" Hope snorted and had a dark look on her face.
"Not in this lifetime, or anytime at that. My parents are members and because of what's his face, I have to move here from the US. It really sucks." She stood up and dusted off her jean covered knees.
"Hogwarts isn't so bad." Potter stood up as well.
"Ugh, it's co-ed! Meaning that I have to share the school with guys, no offense."
"Err, none taken, I think." The confused look on his face was adorable to Hope. "So, you're here with Moody and Tonks?" Hope nodded. "I can't get my trunk and owl."
"Why the hell not?" He was taken back at the blaspheme but he shrugged it off. She was an American after all, of course she would use a few minor swear words.
"My aunt, uncle, and cousin went out and locked me out of the house for the day. They went to some convention for drills from my uncle's work."
"Ok... stand back." Hope pushed past a surprised Harry and produced a Muggle credit card. "I hope this works." Harry stepped up behind Hope and looked over her shoulder. She was using the plastic card to break into the house! Harry, not knowing what to do with his hands, put them on her waist. "What are you doing?" Hope hissed darkly.
"Shh, I'm making it look like we're together and that you have a key."
"Why?"
"Because the neighbors like to spy on the other houses. Is that a wand stuck in the waist band of your jeans?" The teenaged boy asked in a soft whisper. Hope glared over her shoulder, her task momentarily forgotten. Harry just grinned roguishly at her.
"You're pushing it, buddy." She growled. Harry gently and playfully squeezed her slim waist. "Hey, hey."
"Shh, hurry it up. I want my trunk and my owl." Hope grumbled and turned back to her task. She felt Harry scuttle up closer and this time wrapped his arms around her waist. Hope's back was pressed intimately against Harry's lean chest. "Concentrate, Hope." Harry Potter whispered sensually into her ear.
"Bite me." Hope half sang and half whispered.
"Ok, you asked for it." Harry actually nipped Hope's earlobe just as the doorknob twisted and the door opened with ease. A gasp escaped from Hope's lips. She marched straight out of the boy's grasp, breathing erratically. As soon as the door closed she whirled around, an accusing look on her face.
"YOU!"
"Yes, darling?" The amused look on his face made Hope's blood broil in rage. 'I haven't had this much fun in years. I need cheering up after.... No I won't finish that. But I will see this game to the finish.'
"You invaded my personal space."
"It's better that than having the police be called on us for breaking in." With a nonchalant shrug he made his way up the stairs, leaving Hope to sizzle. Hope started to list all the ways she could kill the Boy-Who-Lived, starting with disembowelment.
'Must control fist of death...' Hope's left eye started to twitch. Her right hand was clenched, the knuckles white as can be. 'Count to ten, must be calm. ONE.... TWO... THREE... four... five... six... seven... eight... nine... ten. Calm as the ocean. Calm as a field of flowers. I am in my happy place.' Her eyes were closed and her breathing relaxed and unwavering. She opened her eyes and watched the Boy-Who-Lived walk down the stairs, trunk being dragged behind him and an owl cage in his other hand. The blood that had been on his arm was gone.
"Feel better now?" Damn the twinkle in those vivid green eyes that were behind those charmingly rounded glasses. She just glared at him darkly.
"Go rot."
"I love you too, darling." 'This game is just getting better and better. What a temper this American has.' Hope let out a growl, threw up her hands, and stalked out of the house, Harry Potter's laughter following her. The cab that she had come in was now in front of the house. Mad-Eye Moody was leaning against the side. He stood up at the sight of a fuming Hope.
"Any trouble girl?"
"Other than the fact that Potter is a jerk and that I had to break into the house in order to get his crap, no trouble what so ever." Hope yanked open the passenger door and slid into her previous spot. Her parents glanced at her but said nothing. She felt the car get weighed down a bit as Potter's trunk was put in the car's trunk. She jerked her head away when he entered the cab. He actually had the gall to sit next to her.
"Hello, you must be Hope's parents. I'm Harry Potter." 'Oh this is good.'
"Hello, I'm Bethany and this is my husband Ian." The handsome couple smiled brightly at Harry. "It is so very nice to meet you, Harry."
"The pleasure is mine." 'The look on her face is great. Oh Hope you're going to be so much fun to irritate.' Hope huffed quietly and crossed her arms. Harry glanced at her and grinned. "Your daughter was so helpful to me, isn't that right Hope?"
"Whatever."
"Hope! I am sorry about her behavior, Harry. She's not too fond of strangers."
"That's alright. I expect to get to know her better soon enough." 'Yep, a whole lot better.' Hope turned her head toward the smirking face of Harry Potter and flushed in anger and embarrassment. She grunted subtly at him and glared. Of course her parents didn't even notice, beaming at how polite Harry was. Hope felt like gagging. She opted to roll her eyes instead.
'I'm so going to see my breakfast again if this mush continues.' "I'm tired. I'll just sleep until we get to the headquarters." She intensified her glare piercingly at Potter.
"Of course. You can lean on my shoulder." Harry wriggled his eyebrows when Hope's parents weren't looking at the two. Hope's glare intensified even more and she defiantly turned away as much as she could with a seatbelt on and curled up, crossing her arms across her chest. She slowly was lulled to sleep as the car drove onward. Hours passed and finally the car stopped.
"Hey, Hope. Wake up." Hope grunted and swatted at the offending hand that insisted on shaking her. We're at the square."
"Square? What square?" Hope snapped at the boy.
"Shh, here, memorize this." She blinked and grabbed the parchment that Harry handed her. An address was on it and she immediately memorized it. The parchment disintegrated quickly. "Memorized it? Good. Come on." 'Now here comes the not so fun part.' Harry dragged the half-asleep Hope out of the car. The suitcases and the trunk were out of the car and the elder Reynolds were standing next to them. They were standing in front of number eleven.
"Where the hell is twelve?"
"Think about the address for a moment." Harry whispered softly into Hope's ear. The address rolled about her mind and then a door between houses eleven and thirteen opened, a house squeezing out from between the two other houses as well. "Come on. You're parents, Moody, and Tonks will get our things." He took Hope's slender wrist and had her follow him toward the door. Hope was now wide-awake and noted Harry's face. She whispered softly to him.
"Hey, you're bruise..."
"Yeah, it's gone. Thanks to your Mum." Hope vented out an incoherent mumble as she let herself be led by Harry into the door. "Stay in here until Moody and the others enter and don't touch anything."
"Yes master." Hope hissed.
"You can call me that later, darling."
"Jerk."
"You know you love me." Hope let out an unladylike grunt and glared at Harry. Quickly her parents, Tonks, and Moody joined them in the small entrance hall of the house.
"Are you sure we weren't followed?" Harry and Hope glanced at each other at Moody's apparent paranoia.
"Yes, I'm sure. We're all sure. Chill out Moody." Tonks said, winking at the teens.
"You hear that, darling? You must chill out." Harry whispered to Hope. Again he received a glare. He tried not to snigger, failing miserably. It was nice to have fun, to tease and banter with someone who wouldn't pity him because of what he went through last year in losing his godfather.
"Oh, welcome back Harry." A matronly red head came from the door at the far end of the hall. She was whispering and Hope felt real tired of all the whispers but she kept her mouth shut. Harry gently squeezed her wrist then let go. "Bethany and Ian Reynolds, so wonderful to see you both. And this must be your daughter Hope." Hope eyed the woman and offered a curt nod.
"Ma'am." It was obvious that the woman was not used to such bluntness from a sixteen-year-old.
"You must excuse Hope, she's not exactly the happy-go-lucky type." Hope felt like strangling her mother at the moment but instead opted to frown in disapproval.
"I don't like being an idiot to satisfy others." She said, looking the red head straight in the eye. "Excuse my straightforwardness, it is how I am." Harry pressed his lips together, trying not to laugh. He forced a solemn expression on his face. This was his year of mourning after all.
"Oh, umm. I'm Molly Weasley. It's so very nice to meet you dear. You'll be staying here a couple days until all of your belongs are finished being moved into Conjuror's Manor. Come then, the both of you. You're luggage will be taken into the rooms by your parents, dear. It is nice to see you again Harry. How are you feeling, dear?" Hope could feel the tension come off of the Boy-Who-Lived but Mrs. Weasley seemed oblivious to his unease. Harry answered softly.
"I'm fine." 'I don't need your pity. I don't want your pity. I want normality, damn it. You and your pity fest can stuff yourselves silly. I love you like I would an aunt but don't push it.' Harry dare not voice his thoughts and simply followed Mrs. Weasley. Mrs. Weasley nodded and they continued in silence. Hope noted the house elf heads and shuddered violently. Then she turned to Harry.
"Fine, Potter? As in freaked-out, intense, neurotic, and emotional?" Hope said into Harry's ear.
"Shut up." Harry hissed.
"You know you love me." This earned Hope a glare and she stuck her tongue out at him.
"I suggest, darling, that you put your tongue to good use or to put it back in." Harry once again hissed his response. Hope just smirked.
"Ok, honeycakes."
"I'll get you for that, doll face."
"Watch it, home boy."
"Sure thing, sweetie pie."
"Stuff it, buddy."
"Only if you do it for me, sweet cheeks."
"You jerk."
"You precious dear heart." Mrs. Weasley cleared her throat and Hope finally noticed that they had stopped. Hope huffed and glared at Harry.
"Your banter is amusing but the two of you must meet the other children. They're in the room." Mrs. Weasley left them and the two teens looked at each other.
"Children? What, as in five year olds?" Harry snorted in amusement.
"Nah. As in immature teenagers." He answered and opened the door. Then he fixed his face into an emotionless mask of indifference. Hope noted the change and stored the knowledge for later.
"HARRY! Look Ron, Ginny, Fred, George. Harry's here!" A girl with bushy brown hair launched herself in front of Harry. "Oh Harry, it's so good to see you. Are you ok? Sorry about how vague our letters are. Don't get angry." The teenaged boy just regarded the girl with grim and unforgiving green eyes.
"Nothing to forgive, Hermione." His voice was low and his darkened eyes belied his words. But his friends took his words at face value. Hope shot a skeptical look at him, which went unnoticed by the others save Harry himself. Harry glanced at Hope with serious eyes that said not to ask about it just yet. She complied.
"I'm Hermione Granger. You are?" The brunette asked Hope quite rudely, though the rudeness was probably unintentional on the frizzy haired girl's part. She was looking at Hope's shirt with sharp disapproval. The way she tipped her nose up with an imperial air made Hope wanted to knock this short, wiry haired, pompous girl out. (AN: so sorry Hermione fans. I wanted Hope's opinion about Hermione out in the open because these two will have a lot, and I mean a lot, of conflicts. I usually am a Hermione fan.)
"Hope Esprit Reynolds." The way the other girl's eyes widened in recognition made Hope wanted to laugh derisively at the five foot one brunette.
"As is Junior Academic Champion of the United States? I've read all about you in Magical Prodigy Academic World magazine and in Scholastic Witches of the World. You're the top junior genius of the Wizarding world. Oh Merlin, you're here, you are actually here in London!" Throughout the girl's fevered speech, nearly everyone was rolling their eyes, even Hope herself. She hated publicity like the plague of stupidity that threatened to take over the world. Harry was looking at Hope with astonished yet amused green eyes. She, in turn, gave him a death glare of great magnitude that told him to not say a word.
"Yes, yes. Will you please shut up?" Hermione's surprised and gaping face made Hope twitch slightly in irritation. "Close your mouth, it's very unpolished to gape like a fish." That made the brunette's jaw snap up with an audible clink.
"That's very rude of you!"
"It's obvious that you didn't read all of the articles. Especially in the tabloids about my personality." Hope gave Hermione a feline like sneer of mockery. "Potter, take me to the kitchen if you will. My parents are most likely there with most of the Order." She lifted her own pert nose in a superior manner and marched off down from whence she came with Harry. Harry shrugged at his 'friends', so to speak, and jogged away to catch up. Hermione, along with the red heads (the Weasleys), stood in the doorway.
"Blimey, what a spitfire." George said with a grin.
"Do you think she'll marry me?" Fred said as he wriggled his eyebrows. Ginny was quiet though there was a small hint of laughter in her brown eyes, which she quickly hid.
"She's a boorish person!" Declared Hermione with an offended and embarrassed squawk. She added a sniff for effect that secretly earned her an eye rolling from Ron.
"Telling by her behavior, she'll probably be a Slytherin." Noted Ron, unperturbed as he went back into the room. Hermione made sounds of an affronted nature.
"I like her." Whispered Ginny under her breath. No one heard her and she grinned. She somehow knew that Hope Reynolds was not a person to pity anyone. 'Good, Harry needs some fun. She'll be perfect to lift him from his low spirits. He needs strength and she's obviously a strong person.'
"Ginny! Our game?"
"Yes, yes. I'm coming." 'Give Harry some confidence, Hope Reynolds. He's going to need it.' Too bad Ginny Weasley didn't know that Hope Reynolds needed just as much real strength and real confidence as Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived.
"Hope, calm down." Hope stopped in the hallway, at the top of the stairs. "Hope, what's wrong?"
"I just insulted your friend." She turned toward him. Her chin was lifted in defiance. "Are you going to do something about it?" There was a challenge in her sapphire blue eyes. Harry sighed and went right up to Hope, their faces just inches away from one another.
"Absolutely, my dear." His right hand came up and cupped her cheek. "What would you like me to do?" There was an unscrupulous glint in his emerald green eyes. "Though maybe I should do this...."
Harry Potter's firm lips crashed down on Hope's lips. Her eyes widened in shock and she struggled slightly. Harry kept the kiss chaste and coaxing and Hope slowly relaxed. She put her hands on his chest and slowly eased them up to his shoulders. The ivory blond woman-child softened against Harry. She curled her arms around his neck. Harry groaned in the back of his throat and put his other arm around Hope's waist. He opened his lips and darted his tongue along the crease between her lips.
Hope opened her own mouth without hesitation. Heat curled low in her belly as their tongues slowly and tentatively touched. Harry's right hand, previously cupping her cheek, aggressively went to her nape and he deepened the kiss. She tilted her head more, giving the Boy-Who-Lived better access to her mouth. Their tongues fought now for control. Harry was very intent on winning however. Slowly he turned Hope's back away from the stairs and against a wall in the corridor.
Harry's right hand went from her nape down the pale column that was her throat, settling for a moment on Hope's racing pulse. He continued down, brushing slightly against the outer edge of her firm breast and she arched into Harry's touch. Harry continued downward once more and his right arm finally wrapped itself around her waist. Hope's body was pliant and pressed tightly against Harry's.
Their lips separated and he trailed slow butterfly kisses along Hope's jaw and her neck. Hope tilted her head to the side, tangling her long fingers in Harry's messy, coarse hair. Harry pressed his lips upon her pulse and flicked out his tongue. That earned him a moan and he did it once more. Then he moved down more to the point where her neck and shoulder connected. He sucked softly and his hands slowly moved down to cup Hope's behind. Harry kissed her on the lips again, demanding entrance this time instead of asking. Hope gladly gave him admittance, eager for more of this pleasure. They separated their lips once more after a time, both panting.
"Wow." Hope whispered reverently. Her blue eyes were wide and blazing. "My first real kiss...."
"Hmm. I've had a kiss, not like that though. I needed to truly taste you." Harry's own eyes were hooded, fiery with hunger for more. "A most interesting experience. I do believe I have to repeat it." He slanted his mouth and claimed Hope's lips for a third time. They came up for air and Hope swallowed, trying not to press too wantonly against Harry. He leaned down slightly, lifting up Hope's jean clad thighs. He nestled into the juncture between her legs. Hope clenched her thighs around Harry's narrow hips, clung to his shoulders, and arched against him.
"God have mercy." Harry moaned and he fervently kissed Hope. This, this incredible need for Hope was overwhelming. When he had kissed her the first time it was only meant to rile her. He didn't expect it to go so very far. Now he was addicted to her. They parted and touched foreheads.
"We shouldn't be doing this." Hope said breathlessly. They kissed a little more then paused again.
"I know. But I need more." Another deep kiss this time. Harry ground his hips against Hope's. Hope, in turn, pulled him even closer. Her bosom was now crushed flat against Harry's chest. Harry broke the kiss. "Gods, woman." He gently lowered Hope down, though they still were closer than what proper conduct would ever allow. Harry brushed his lips against Hope's bruised ones. Someone cleared their throat from behind Harry and he jumped in alarm. He turned his head, aware of Hope's appalled face at being caught.
"Who's your very lovely friend Harry Potter?" Remus Lupin asked. Thankfully no one else was with the werewolf. Harry flushed and frowned at the same time, glaring darkly.
"MOONY!" Lupin waggled his eyebrows and winked at Hope.
"Mind sharing her?" Harry stuttered inarticulately as Hope flushed brighter at the handsome older wizard. "I'm kidding Harry. Who is she?" She finger combed her shoulder length hair and smiled nervously.
"I'm Hope. Hope Reynolds."
"Hey, I know your parents. I went to school with them. They were two years ahead of me. I don't think, however, that they would like the fact that their dearest, prized daughter was snogging Harry here." Both teens blushed vividly at his grinning face. Harry moved to the side and from in front of Hope. "No worries though. I wouldn't have been able to resist kissing her either, especially now." Lupin stepped up and seemed to tower over Hope. "Nope," He whispered, Harry barely able to hear him. "No resistance." He captured Hope's lips briefly then dashed off, laughing. Harry, quite indignant, ran after the usually well-behaved werewolf. The pale blond just stood there, lips thoroughly kissed and face flushed becomingly.
"Today has been way too much for me." She groused darkly. Hope went down the stairs as well, hoping that no one would notice her swollen lips. "I just got kissed by the Boy-Who-Lived. Holy hell."
End of Chapter Two