Harry Potter & The Veela That Wouldn't Go Away
By: Darkmoore
However, before he left with the others, he turned and looked at Justin and said, "Justin, you're a good friend to me, but if you hurt Seamus, be very afraid."
Seamus smiled brightly as he heard the other three yell back, "Yeah, us too!"
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Chapter Twelve – The Break Up
Harry stood in the middle of the common room, completely blown away by what he had just heard. How could this happen? Things were going so well, weren't they? Harry felt his best friend come up next to him and pat him sympathetically on the shoulder.
"Ron?" Harry asked, "What the hell did I do wrong?"
"I have no clue, mate." However, Ron pulled Harry over to his favorite chair by the fireplace and sat him down in it. Harry let his head fall into his hands and he tried his best to make heads or tails of this evening. Once again he let the events unfold in his mind.
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When he had returned to the common room with his dorm mates after Seamus and Justin's unexpected performance, Harry found Parvati waiting for him. She looked ravishing, as always, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw her. For a moment, he was lost in her beautiful eyes and was only pulled back into reality by Neville and Hermione.
"What?" Hermione cried, "He's got someone up there with him now?" Then she turned and ran up the boys' stairs. Neville ran right behind her, yelling for her to wait, leaving Ron and Dean snickering at the foot of the stairs.
Parvati looked confused and asked, "Harry, what's going on around here?"
Harry grinned at her and said, "I'll tell you on the way," and then pulled her out of the common room.
A little while later as they walked hand in hand down the corridors, Harry explained to his lady what he and the other boys had found up in their dormitory.
"Wait, Harry, who was it?"
Harry hesitated and said, "I can't tell you that, Seamus would kill me."
Parvati giggled, "I meant which house is he in?"
"Oh, sorry, Hufflepuff. Why do you ask?"
Parvati smirked and said, "Because this means Hermione owes me two galleons."
Harry stopped dead in his tracks in the middle of the corridor and asked, "Is Hermione making bets on everyone's love life now?"
Parvati leaned in and kissed his so lovingly that he almost forgot his question. "No, Harry, we just bet on Seamus' love life."
"Why?"
"Because he's gay and he always keeps his lovers secret, but if it were the other way around, he'd be all over school gossiping about our business. Mostly we do it because it's fun."
Harry rolled his eyes and gave her hand a squeeze and then they resumed their trek to his office.
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Once the couple reached Harry's office, he removed the wards around the door and unlocked it. As Parvati crossed the room to the secret door, Harry's eyes fell on the fireplace along the wall. A sudden memory came to him and he muttered to himself, "This is the place that I last spoke to Sirius."
Harry felt himself being pulled away from the fireplace, and a smile crossed his face. Once they were in the sitting room adjacent to his office, he took Parvati into his strong arms, making her giggle in the process and kissed her soundly in the moonlight.
He looked into her eyes and said "Hi."
"Hi yourself," she responded and he kissed her again.
"I love you, did you know that?" Harry asked, unashamed. He didn't look down at his feet, but summoned all of his Gryffindor courage. He said it straight to her face, because he meant it.
"I suspected it all along, that's why you didn't dance with me at the Yule Ball in fourth year."
He dropped his jaw in mock horror and began tickling her, loving the way she screamed and giggled in his arms. He playfully wrestled her to the floor and began to smother her with kisses again, feeling happier than he ever had before. Young love is so wonderful, and is it so fragile.
Sitting up together they were breathing hard and couldn't take their eyes off of each other. Harry knew what was going to happen next and he was a little timid about it. 'What's wrong with me?' he thought, 'We've done this before, so why is now so different?'
Harry broke eye contact for a moment and then asked, "Would you like something to drink? I had Dobby to put some butterbeers in the kitchen for us."
As he rushed off to the kitchen to get the drinks and to give himself a moment to remember how to breathe properly, Parvati began to look around the sitting room. The first thing she noticed was the enchanted white lily floating on the table. It had caught her eye as it sparkled magnificently in the moonlight. The flower turned as if to look at Parvati, and turned a sickly shade of green for a moment before turning back in the direction of where Harry had gone and resuming its normal coloring. Busy in the kitchen, Harry never saw any of this happen.
A few moments later, Harry returned with two glasses filled with butterbeer and offered one to Parvati. However, she ignored the drink and turned to him with an accusatory stare." Where did you get this flower, Harry? Are you seeing someone else other than me? Is it from Malfoy? You are seeing him behind my back?" she demanded.
Harry stood there, flabbergasted, not knowing where this had come from or what to do about it. "Parvati? What are you talking about?"
"Don't play stupid with me, Harry. I've seen the way he looks at you. He's tried to kill me enough times and I've put up with it because I thought you wanted me, but if you're accepting flowers from him, then you're obviously in love with him."
"Parvati," Harry said very controlled, "I have never been nor will I ever be in love with Draco Malfoy."
"Liar!" Parvati spat. She slapped Harry across the face before storming out of the sitting room and rushing out of his office.
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Parvati made it all the way back to the Gryffindor common room before Harry could catch up with her. She was halfway across the room and was heading towards the stairs leading to the girls' dormitory when Harry was finally able to stop her.
"Parvati, what is wrong? I don't understand why you're acting this way."
"You don't understand, Harry? Just how thick are you?" she bellowed at him, drawing everyone's attention to them. "You go around like the big, brave hero of the wizarding world, but you're too afraid to admit that you're gay. Well, I will not be your cover Harry. Just find some other girl, or come out and be gay. Either way, we are breaking up!"
Harry stood in the middle of the common room, completely blown away by what he had just heard. How could this happen? Things were going so well, weren't they? Harry felt his best friend come up next to him and pat him sympathetically on the shoulder.
"Ron?" Harry asked. "What the hell did I do wrong?"
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Minutes passed into hours, hours passed into days, days passed into weeks, and through it all Harry hung his head and moped around the castle as if someone had died. No one could cheer him up, although his friends had tried very hard to do so. No one had a clue as to why Parvati broke up with him, and she wouldn't talk about it.
During this same time, Malfoy tried his best to get closer to Harry. He would walk with him to classes, shoving Ron and Hermione out of the way when necessary. The lovesick Veela was constantly sending Harry gifts of affection, like flowers or chocolates. He was generally being so sweet and loving, so un-Malfoy like, that it was beginning to scare everyone else in the school. However, Harry never noticed any of this; he just moped around for Parvati.
On day in Charms class, Malfoy somehow managed to get a seat right next to Harry.
"Harry," Malfoy said. "I know you think that I'm out to kill you, but I promise you that I'm not. I wouldn't do a thing to hurt you, I swear."
With a heavy sigh, Harry once again tried to explain himself.
"Malfoy."
"Please call me Draco, my love."
"Malfoy, I no longer believe this is some kind of devious plan on your part to either hurt me or turn me over to Voldemort." Malfoy flinched at the name, but Harry continued as though he hadn't noticed. "What hasn't changed is the fact that I don't care for blokes. I like women. I like the way they smell, I like the way their bodies are put together, and I like the feel of their skin."
"Harry, my skin is very soft to the touch, and I can smell any way that you like," cooed Malfoy in his ear, which made Harry flinch.
"I want children, Malfoy. When last I checked, two blokes can't make babies."
"Harry, if that's all that's bothering you, let me assure you that there are ways that we could make babies together."
Suddenly, Harry's mind was filled with the pictures of him being pregnant. That image really didn't set to well with him, and with a shudder he said, "I don't want to think about this anymore, Malfoy. I'm too young to have children yet."
Malfoy purred and said, "Of course, they're for later."
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One night near the end of November, Harry and Ron were having dinner when Hermione rushed in, throwing herself down at the table. She was bursting with excitement because she couldn't wait to share her new theory.
Hermione looked gleeful at her realization and said, "Harry, I was in the library doing some research on the Unforgivables for an extra credit essay in Defense Against the Dark Arts, and I think I've finally come up with an explanation for why you are immune to the Veela charm and the Vampire attraction that every one else seems to fall prey to."
"Why? What do the Unforgivables have to do with Veela and vampire attraction?" asked a curious Harry.
"Well, you're not just able to resist the attraction of Malfoy and Professor Thorgood. You can throw off the Imperius Curse too! They're all ways of exercising control over another person, so it makes sense that you can resist all of them."
"What about the Veela at the Quidditch World Cup then? I certainly wasn't resistant to them," Harry said.
"That was a whole group of them together, Harry," Hermione answered. "Even then, you still resisted better than anyone else. When there's just one Veela, you aren't affected. You weren't attracted to Fleur Delacour like Ron was, remember?" she added.
"Hey!" said Ron, embarrassed at the mention of his reaction to the beautiful witch during their Fourth year.
"She does have a point, Ron," Harry mused. "Okay, your theory makes sense, Hermione, but why can I resist all these things? We never did figure out why I can throw off Imperius."
"Well," Hermione frowned, sipping her pumpkin juice, "I can't seem to find any books that explain anything like this. It may have something to do with your ability to do Occlumency."
"But I'm rubbish at Occlumency!" said Harry.
"No, you're not," interjected Ron. "When you were being taught by someone who hates you, you really were rubbish. When you began working with Professor Dumbledore last year, you improved dramatically."
"He's right, Harry," Hermione said. "Strong emotions make it harder to practice Occulumency, and you're always feeling a lot when you were working with Snape. You do have a very strong mind, and a strong will. You can stand up to things a lot of other people cannot." She paused to take a bite of her mashed potatoes and chewed thoughtfully before adding, "Then again, it may just be that you're so stubborn that nothing can get through to you."
"Yeah, Harry," said a grinning Ron, "That thick head of yours is good for something after all."
Harry looked his best friend with a gaping mouth full of carrots, swatting Ron on the arm playfully as the other two laughed.
After Harry swallowed he said, "Seriously, do you think that as long as I'm able to fend of the Imperius, I won't have to worry about being affected by Malfoy?"
With a look of deep satisfaction on her face, Hermione said, "Yes."
Harry looked back to Ron and said, "No wonder they made her Head Girl."
Ron laughed and said, "Okay, your big-Headedness, answer me this: how will Harry get rid of the ferret?"
Hermione gave him a playful scowl and said, "I've already thought of that also, and thanks to advanced reading for my potions essay, I've come up with an idea."
The boys looked and her and chorused, "What?"
"The Congealment of Erasure," Hermione said superiorly.
"The what?" they chorused again, and Harry added, "What is it exactly?"
Hermione smiled and explained it to them as they finished their dinner.
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A few days later, after spending a grueling session with Professor McGonagall, who was privately tutoring Harry on how to have multiple animagus forms, Harry found himself thinking about what Hermione had said at dinner that night. If Hermione was right and his mind and will were strong enough to give him an ability to resist being controlled, maybe he shouldn't be afraid of learning the darker spells. After wandering aimlessly for a while, thinking, he found himself walking down to the dungeons to have a talk with Professor Thorgood.
Harry knocked on the open door and announced himself. "Professor?"
Thorgood walked out of his sitting room into his office with a goblet filled with blood in his hand. "Yes, Harry? What can I do for you?"
Harry starts to tell him why he dropped in, but a new question pops into his mind first, "Is that human blood you're drinking?"
"No, Harry, not human blood. Slytherin, but not human." The vampire cracked a smile at the Head Boy.
Harry grinned back at the teacher, "Some Slytherins could be described as human, you know."
"That's true, they all aren't bad. I suspect a certain blonde has been trying to gain your affections again?" Thorgood said, baiting Harry again.
Harry frowned. "The jury is still out on whether he is human or not."
Thorgood laughed, and then Harry continued on with the real reason he came to see his professor. "I've been thinking about it sir, and I have decided that I want to learn those spells after all."
"Why the sudden change of heart?"
"Because there is so much evil in the world, because I can do so much to stop it if I tried and mostly because I cannot let fear motivate me from doing the right thing. Hermione and Ron seem to think that I have a very strong mind and a strong will, maybe even enough to resist the pull of getting lost in dark magic if I learn it and use it. If these spells might be a way to defeat Voldemort, then I should learn to use them, even if I risk becoming eternally damned,"" Harry said with sad smile.
"I'm sure it won't come to that, Harry. You are far more of an adult than most people I have met. That includes people who are hundreds of years old," Thorgood said reassuringly to the young man.
Then Thorgood set his goblet down. He took out his wand and cast a very odd sounding enchantment on Harry.
"What was that?" asked Harry.
"I just placed the enchantments in your mind. I told you before, these spells can't be learned from books or by word of mouth, they have to come from inside you."
"But. but," he stammered, confused. "You said I had to be trained."
Thorgood smiled and said, "Yes, you do. You have to trained on how to access this information I just put in your head, and how to use it for the greater good."
To Be Continued ...
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Author's Notes: Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed.
athenakitty wrote Why types of spells is Thorgood teaching Harry? Will Thorgood teach the sticking spell? Will Harry regret hearing about "The Charm of Making"? Who's made the bet? How fast will Harry learn the second animagus form? Has the goblins finish getting all the Black stuff from the Malfoy mansion? Will Harry bring Hagrid with him to visit on a visit to his family's vault? How's Grady doing? I wish you get better from your cold and recovery from the dental work.
Answer - Harry declined to be taught those kind of spells, he felt he wasn't up to the responsibility of them. The sticking spell as you call it will be taught in Charms class by Prof. Flitwick. Harry is in school and far to busy to leave it to visit Diagon Alley. Grady is fine and I actually have had writer's block all this time. My wit well ran dry on me!
Tanydwr wrote Great chapter. I liked the story with Thorgood, it was cool. And that's how Mauricio fits in! Why is Harry immune to the seduction techniques - or pheremones - of the veela and vampires? Does he have some special power? Obviously he's not immune to the pheremones of women. Snigger Sorry, I'm currently on a break from revision. Okay, a long break from revision. I will start doing some more in a minute. Have I ever mentioned that I want to meet the person who invented GCSEs and castrate them with a spoon? Don't care what gender they are. And that would only be the beginning. Sorry, I'm an evil bitch at times. Ron's comment there was a little bit revealing. What's going on between him and Hermione, eh? And as for Seamus and Justin! That was so funny! Especially Neville's comment. I can't believe he made a bet with Hermione about Seamus being gay! Mind you, it's very funny. Keep up the good work.
Answer - You're a teenager? For some reason I thought you were in college. :) Harry is immune because...well that might reveal too much right now. tee hee. As for Ron and Hermione, well... wait and see! snicker snicker.
krysalys73 wrote Lovey, I AM in therapy... So, was Seamus pitching or catching? attempts to look innocent and obviously fails And I'm glad that you showed a nice and tender side to Malfoy, and that Harry wasn't heartless enough to throw it literally back in his face. Glad you're feeling better, muffin. Another great chapter. P. S. Girls get that funny feeling in the bladder region when going over hills too quickly too.
Answer - Well just imagine a sandy blonde Colin Farrell and ask yourself, would he pitch or catch and there's the only answer your gonna get until...later :) Be prepared for more Malfoy wooing, he's definately switched tactics now. Also, I asked several girls and they had no idea what I was talking about. Asked some guys and they were like, "uh huh, know what you mean."
TuxedoMac wrote nice work here. I was wondering who was with seamus and all. nice work on bringing in Mauricio Guenzel here. i also liked how you had the vampires turn one another. did ya read it from the rules in the game vampire the masqaraide. over all really nice.
Answer - Actually, the turning of the vampires idea came from my beta. I went in another direction and she suggested that and I felt it worked much better.
By: Darkmoore
However, before he left with the others, he turned and looked at Justin and said, "Justin, you're a good friend to me, but if you hurt Seamus, be very afraid."
Seamus smiled brightly as he heard the other three yell back, "Yeah, us too!"
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Chapter Twelve – The Break Up
Harry stood in the middle of the common room, completely blown away by what he had just heard. How could this happen? Things were going so well, weren't they? Harry felt his best friend come up next to him and pat him sympathetically on the shoulder.
"Ron?" Harry asked, "What the hell did I do wrong?"
"I have no clue, mate." However, Ron pulled Harry over to his favorite chair by the fireplace and sat him down in it. Harry let his head fall into his hands and he tried his best to make heads or tails of this evening. Once again he let the events unfold in his mind.
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When he had returned to the common room with his dorm mates after Seamus and Justin's unexpected performance, Harry found Parvati waiting for him. She looked ravishing, as always, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw her. For a moment, he was lost in her beautiful eyes and was only pulled back into reality by Neville and Hermione.
"What?" Hermione cried, "He's got someone up there with him now?" Then she turned and ran up the boys' stairs. Neville ran right behind her, yelling for her to wait, leaving Ron and Dean snickering at the foot of the stairs.
Parvati looked confused and asked, "Harry, what's going on around here?"
Harry grinned at her and said, "I'll tell you on the way," and then pulled her out of the common room.
A little while later as they walked hand in hand down the corridors, Harry explained to his lady what he and the other boys had found up in their dormitory.
"Wait, Harry, who was it?"
Harry hesitated and said, "I can't tell you that, Seamus would kill me."
Parvati giggled, "I meant which house is he in?"
"Oh, sorry, Hufflepuff. Why do you ask?"
Parvati smirked and said, "Because this means Hermione owes me two galleons."
Harry stopped dead in his tracks in the middle of the corridor and asked, "Is Hermione making bets on everyone's love life now?"
Parvati leaned in and kissed his so lovingly that he almost forgot his question. "No, Harry, we just bet on Seamus' love life."
"Why?"
"Because he's gay and he always keeps his lovers secret, but if it were the other way around, he'd be all over school gossiping about our business. Mostly we do it because it's fun."
Harry rolled his eyes and gave her hand a squeeze and then they resumed their trek to his office.
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Once the couple reached Harry's office, he removed the wards around the door and unlocked it. As Parvati crossed the room to the secret door, Harry's eyes fell on the fireplace along the wall. A sudden memory came to him and he muttered to himself, "This is the place that I last spoke to Sirius."
Harry felt himself being pulled away from the fireplace, and a smile crossed his face. Once they were in the sitting room adjacent to his office, he took Parvati into his strong arms, making her giggle in the process and kissed her soundly in the moonlight.
He looked into her eyes and said "Hi."
"Hi yourself," she responded and he kissed her again.
"I love you, did you know that?" Harry asked, unashamed. He didn't look down at his feet, but summoned all of his Gryffindor courage. He said it straight to her face, because he meant it.
"I suspected it all along, that's why you didn't dance with me at the Yule Ball in fourth year."
He dropped his jaw in mock horror and began tickling her, loving the way she screamed and giggled in his arms. He playfully wrestled her to the floor and began to smother her with kisses again, feeling happier than he ever had before. Young love is so wonderful, and is it so fragile.
Sitting up together they were breathing hard and couldn't take their eyes off of each other. Harry knew what was going to happen next and he was a little timid about it. 'What's wrong with me?' he thought, 'We've done this before, so why is now so different?'
Harry broke eye contact for a moment and then asked, "Would you like something to drink? I had Dobby to put some butterbeers in the kitchen for us."
As he rushed off to the kitchen to get the drinks and to give himself a moment to remember how to breathe properly, Parvati began to look around the sitting room. The first thing she noticed was the enchanted white lily floating on the table. It had caught her eye as it sparkled magnificently in the moonlight. The flower turned as if to look at Parvati, and turned a sickly shade of green for a moment before turning back in the direction of where Harry had gone and resuming its normal coloring. Busy in the kitchen, Harry never saw any of this happen.
A few moments later, Harry returned with two glasses filled with butterbeer and offered one to Parvati. However, she ignored the drink and turned to him with an accusatory stare." Where did you get this flower, Harry? Are you seeing someone else other than me? Is it from Malfoy? You are seeing him behind my back?" she demanded.
Harry stood there, flabbergasted, not knowing where this had come from or what to do about it. "Parvati? What are you talking about?"
"Don't play stupid with me, Harry. I've seen the way he looks at you. He's tried to kill me enough times and I've put up with it because I thought you wanted me, but if you're accepting flowers from him, then you're obviously in love with him."
"Parvati," Harry said very controlled, "I have never been nor will I ever be in love with Draco Malfoy."
"Liar!" Parvati spat. She slapped Harry across the face before storming out of the sitting room and rushing out of his office.
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Parvati made it all the way back to the Gryffindor common room before Harry could catch up with her. She was halfway across the room and was heading towards the stairs leading to the girls' dormitory when Harry was finally able to stop her.
"Parvati, what is wrong? I don't understand why you're acting this way."
"You don't understand, Harry? Just how thick are you?" she bellowed at him, drawing everyone's attention to them. "You go around like the big, brave hero of the wizarding world, but you're too afraid to admit that you're gay. Well, I will not be your cover Harry. Just find some other girl, or come out and be gay. Either way, we are breaking up!"
Harry stood in the middle of the common room, completely blown away by what he had just heard. How could this happen? Things were going so well, weren't they? Harry felt his best friend come up next to him and pat him sympathetically on the shoulder.
"Ron?" Harry asked. "What the hell did I do wrong?"
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Minutes passed into hours, hours passed into days, days passed into weeks, and through it all Harry hung his head and moped around the castle as if someone had died. No one could cheer him up, although his friends had tried very hard to do so. No one had a clue as to why Parvati broke up with him, and she wouldn't talk about it.
During this same time, Malfoy tried his best to get closer to Harry. He would walk with him to classes, shoving Ron and Hermione out of the way when necessary. The lovesick Veela was constantly sending Harry gifts of affection, like flowers or chocolates. He was generally being so sweet and loving, so un-Malfoy like, that it was beginning to scare everyone else in the school. However, Harry never noticed any of this; he just moped around for Parvati.
On day in Charms class, Malfoy somehow managed to get a seat right next to Harry.
"Harry," Malfoy said. "I know you think that I'm out to kill you, but I promise you that I'm not. I wouldn't do a thing to hurt you, I swear."
With a heavy sigh, Harry once again tried to explain himself.
"Malfoy."
"Please call me Draco, my love."
"Malfoy, I no longer believe this is some kind of devious plan on your part to either hurt me or turn me over to Voldemort." Malfoy flinched at the name, but Harry continued as though he hadn't noticed. "What hasn't changed is the fact that I don't care for blokes. I like women. I like the way they smell, I like the way their bodies are put together, and I like the feel of their skin."
"Harry, my skin is very soft to the touch, and I can smell any way that you like," cooed Malfoy in his ear, which made Harry flinch.
"I want children, Malfoy. When last I checked, two blokes can't make babies."
"Harry, if that's all that's bothering you, let me assure you that there are ways that we could make babies together."
Suddenly, Harry's mind was filled with the pictures of him being pregnant. That image really didn't set to well with him, and with a shudder he said, "I don't want to think about this anymore, Malfoy. I'm too young to have children yet."
Malfoy purred and said, "Of course, they're for later."
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One night near the end of November, Harry and Ron were having dinner when Hermione rushed in, throwing herself down at the table. She was bursting with excitement because she couldn't wait to share her new theory.
Hermione looked gleeful at her realization and said, "Harry, I was in the library doing some research on the Unforgivables for an extra credit essay in Defense Against the Dark Arts, and I think I've finally come up with an explanation for why you are immune to the Veela charm and the Vampire attraction that every one else seems to fall prey to."
"Why? What do the Unforgivables have to do with Veela and vampire attraction?" asked a curious Harry.
"Well, you're not just able to resist the attraction of Malfoy and Professor Thorgood. You can throw off the Imperius Curse too! They're all ways of exercising control over another person, so it makes sense that you can resist all of them."
"What about the Veela at the Quidditch World Cup then? I certainly wasn't resistant to them," Harry said.
"That was a whole group of them together, Harry," Hermione answered. "Even then, you still resisted better than anyone else. When there's just one Veela, you aren't affected. You weren't attracted to Fleur Delacour like Ron was, remember?" she added.
"Hey!" said Ron, embarrassed at the mention of his reaction to the beautiful witch during their Fourth year.
"She does have a point, Ron," Harry mused. "Okay, your theory makes sense, Hermione, but why can I resist all these things? We never did figure out why I can throw off Imperius."
"Well," Hermione frowned, sipping her pumpkin juice, "I can't seem to find any books that explain anything like this. It may have something to do with your ability to do Occlumency."
"But I'm rubbish at Occlumency!" said Harry.
"No, you're not," interjected Ron. "When you were being taught by someone who hates you, you really were rubbish. When you began working with Professor Dumbledore last year, you improved dramatically."
"He's right, Harry," Hermione said. "Strong emotions make it harder to practice Occulumency, and you're always feeling a lot when you were working with Snape. You do have a very strong mind, and a strong will. You can stand up to things a lot of other people cannot." She paused to take a bite of her mashed potatoes and chewed thoughtfully before adding, "Then again, it may just be that you're so stubborn that nothing can get through to you."
"Yeah, Harry," said a grinning Ron, "That thick head of yours is good for something after all."
Harry looked his best friend with a gaping mouth full of carrots, swatting Ron on the arm playfully as the other two laughed.
After Harry swallowed he said, "Seriously, do you think that as long as I'm able to fend of the Imperius, I won't have to worry about being affected by Malfoy?"
With a look of deep satisfaction on her face, Hermione said, "Yes."
Harry looked back to Ron and said, "No wonder they made her Head Girl."
Ron laughed and said, "Okay, your big-Headedness, answer me this: how will Harry get rid of the ferret?"
Hermione gave him a playful scowl and said, "I've already thought of that also, and thanks to advanced reading for my potions essay, I've come up with an idea."
The boys looked and her and chorused, "What?"
"The Congealment of Erasure," Hermione said superiorly.
"The what?" they chorused again, and Harry added, "What is it exactly?"
Hermione smiled and explained it to them as they finished their dinner.
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A few days later, after spending a grueling session with Professor McGonagall, who was privately tutoring Harry on how to have multiple animagus forms, Harry found himself thinking about what Hermione had said at dinner that night. If Hermione was right and his mind and will were strong enough to give him an ability to resist being controlled, maybe he shouldn't be afraid of learning the darker spells. After wandering aimlessly for a while, thinking, he found himself walking down to the dungeons to have a talk with Professor Thorgood.
Harry knocked on the open door and announced himself. "Professor?"
Thorgood walked out of his sitting room into his office with a goblet filled with blood in his hand. "Yes, Harry? What can I do for you?"
Harry starts to tell him why he dropped in, but a new question pops into his mind first, "Is that human blood you're drinking?"
"No, Harry, not human blood. Slytherin, but not human." The vampire cracked a smile at the Head Boy.
Harry grinned back at the teacher, "Some Slytherins could be described as human, you know."
"That's true, they all aren't bad. I suspect a certain blonde has been trying to gain your affections again?" Thorgood said, baiting Harry again.
Harry frowned. "The jury is still out on whether he is human or not."
Thorgood laughed, and then Harry continued on with the real reason he came to see his professor. "I've been thinking about it sir, and I have decided that I want to learn those spells after all."
"Why the sudden change of heart?"
"Because there is so much evil in the world, because I can do so much to stop it if I tried and mostly because I cannot let fear motivate me from doing the right thing. Hermione and Ron seem to think that I have a very strong mind and a strong will, maybe even enough to resist the pull of getting lost in dark magic if I learn it and use it. If these spells might be a way to defeat Voldemort, then I should learn to use them, even if I risk becoming eternally damned,"" Harry said with sad smile.
"I'm sure it won't come to that, Harry. You are far more of an adult than most people I have met. That includes people who are hundreds of years old," Thorgood said reassuringly to the young man.
Then Thorgood set his goblet down. He took out his wand and cast a very odd sounding enchantment on Harry.
"What was that?" asked Harry.
"I just placed the enchantments in your mind. I told you before, these spells can't be learned from books or by word of mouth, they have to come from inside you."
"But. but," he stammered, confused. "You said I had to be trained."
Thorgood smiled and said, "Yes, you do. You have to trained on how to access this information I just put in your head, and how to use it for the greater good."
To Be Continued ...
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Author's Notes: Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed.
athenakitty wrote Why types of spells is Thorgood teaching Harry? Will Thorgood teach the sticking spell? Will Harry regret hearing about "The Charm of Making"? Who's made the bet? How fast will Harry learn the second animagus form? Has the goblins finish getting all the Black stuff from the Malfoy mansion? Will Harry bring Hagrid with him to visit on a visit to his family's vault? How's Grady doing? I wish you get better from your cold and recovery from the dental work.
Answer - Harry declined to be taught those kind of spells, he felt he wasn't up to the responsibility of them. The sticking spell as you call it will be taught in Charms class by Prof. Flitwick. Harry is in school and far to busy to leave it to visit Diagon Alley. Grady is fine and I actually have had writer's block all this time. My wit well ran dry on me!
Tanydwr wrote Great chapter. I liked the story with Thorgood, it was cool. And that's how Mauricio fits in! Why is Harry immune to the seduction techniques - or pheremones - of the veela and vampires? Does he have some special power? Obviously he's not immune to the pheremones of women. Snigger Sorry, I'm currently on a break from revision. Okay, a long break from revision. I will start doing some more in a minute. Have I ever mentioned that I want to meet the person who invented GCSEs and castrate them with a spoon? Don't care what gender they are. And that would only be the beginning. Sorry, I'm an evil bitch at times. Ron's comment there was a little bit revealing. What's going on between him and Hermione, eh? And as for Seamus and Justin! That was so funny! Especially Neville's comment. I can't believe he made a bet with Hermione about Seamus being gay! Mind you, it's very funny. Keep up the good work.
Answer - You're a teenager? For some reason I thought you were in college. :) Harry is immune because...well that might reveal too much right now. tee hee. As for Ron and Hermione, well... wait and see! snicker snicker.
krysalys73 wrote Lovey, I AM in therapy... So, was Seamus pitching or catching? attempts to look innocent and obviously fails And I'm glad that you showed a nice and tender side to Malfoy, and that Harry wasn't heartless enough to throw it literally back in his face. Glad you're feeling better, muffin. Another great chapter. P. S. Girls get that funny feeling in the bladder region when going over hills too quickly too.
Answer - Well just imagine a sandy blonde Colin Farrell and ask yourself, would he pitch or catch and there's the only answer your gonna get until...later :) Be prepared for more Malfoy wooing, he's definately switched tactics now. Also, I asked several girls and they had no idea what I was talking about. Asked some guys and they were like, "uh huh, know what you mean."
TuxedoMac wrote nice work here. I was wondering who was with seamus and all. nice work on bringing in Mauricio Guenzel here. i also liked how you had the vampires turn one another. did ya read it from the rules in the game vampire the masqaraide. over all really nice.
Answer - Actually, the turning of the vampires idea came from my beta. I went in another direction and she suggested that and I felt it worked much better.