Harry Potter & The Veela That Wouldn't Go Away
By: Darkmoore
Then what happened next would go down in wizarding history for all time to come.
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Chapter Fourteen – Dementors Part II
As Harry Potter struggled to get out of the grasp of the Dementor holding him, he managed to free his right arm. Desperate, he did the only thing he could think of. In what was either a stroke of genius or yet another case of dumb luck to the rescue, he thrust his wand into the open mouth of the Dementor trying to administer the kiss and cast the Patronus charm.
Although he didn't know it, when Harry called upon all the hope and happiness he could from within himself, he didn't quite cast the charm he intended. Instead of the beam of silver light that usually emerged from his wand to form Prongs the stag; a beam of golden light emerged from his wand tip and filled the Dementor's mouth. The creature emitted an unearthly shriek of hideous pain for several moments, and then exploded. The explosion was so magnificent that it filled the sky with that same golden light that had come out of Harry's wand, and the Dementor was utterly destroyed.
Immediately after the explosion, the sky was filled with disembodied voices crying out, "Free! We're free!"
At the same time the Dementor exploded, the other Dementors began to withdraw from the battle. They scattered and retreated as quickly as they could, seeming to shy away from Harry, who was filled with what can only be described as the most intense feeling of hope he had ever known in his entire life, and his whole body was glowing with the same golden light that had come out of his wand. In essence, Harry had become a living Patronus.
The Dementor that had been holding Harry had let go and begun to shriek in pain also, as its hands were now burning from the golden light being given off by Harry. Instinctively, Harry turned on the foul creature and wrapped his hands around its head, like he had done to Professor Quirrell when he was eleven years old. After a few moments, that Dementor also exploded, freeing the souls that had been consumed by it.
Harry took a moment to catch his breath. He looked around to find any remaining Dementors, and discovered that his friends were staring at him with rapt attention.
"Harry?" Hermione asked tenatively.
"Yeah?" he responded, still glowing a vibrant gold.
"Are you alright?"
"Yes," Harry asserted, looking around intently. "Are all the Dementors gone?"
Ron checked the area and said, "Yeah, Harry, all but that one over there, trying to get away."
Harry turned to see the fleeing creature. Raising his wand, he summoned all the hope and happiness he could muster and sent another beam of the golden energy towards the last Dementor. Even though it was at least five hundred meters away, the beam hit the cloaked creature dead center. It too shrieked as it exploded, once again filling the sky with the golden light and the sounds of the suddenly freed souls that had been trapped within it.
Seeing that all of the Dementors had gone, Harry turned back to make sure his friends were unscathed. Once he had been reassured that they were fine, he finally relaxed, and the glow began to dissipate. As it faded out entirely, blackness overcame him. Harry's eyes rolled up into his head, and he fell to the ground.
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Several hours later, Harry woke up in a darkened room. At first he had no idea where he was, but then slowly realized that he was once again in the infirmary, his home away from home at Hogwarts.
"Mr. Potter," Madame Pomphrey called as soon as she saw he was awake. "With us once again, I see."
Harry smiled weakly at her and joked, "I had better stop coming in so often, or people are going to think we have a thing going on."
The school nurse was slightly shocked at his cheekiness, but chuckled appreciatively all the same. "I highly doubt that, Mr. Potter. I'm far too young for you."
Harry laughed, and the matron began the familiar ritual of performing a series of diagnostic charms on him to determine the state of his injuries, or lack thereof.
"As far as I can tell, Mr. Potter, you're physically fine. That's certainly a change for you, although you have depleted yourself magically. However, that's not unusual, because Dementors can do that to a person, especially to one who was delicate to begin with," said Madame Pomphrey, in a matter of fact kind of way.
"I'm not delicate," protested Harry.
"Of course you're not," she replied absently and walked back to her office.
Moments later, Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, Ron, Hermione and Ginny all came into the hospital wing to see Harry.
"Ah, good, I see that you're awake now," Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eye, as the three teenagers ran over to their friend.
"Yeah, how long was I out?"
"Not long, just a couple of hours," replied his head of house, who was looking quite relieved that he wasn't dead. "What were you doing out at that time of the night?"
"We went into Hogsmeade in the afternoon, Professor. We needed to do a little shopping. We stopped to have a butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks afterward, but we were on our way back well before sunset when we were ambushed by the Dementors," replied Hermione.
"Yes, about those Dementors," Dumbledore said twinkling once more. "Harry, are you aware that you are the first person in known history to have actually destroyed one?"
"Three," Harry corrected with a blush, while the other Gryffindors nodded their heads in agreement. The professors were stunned at this revelation.
"Three?" Madame Pomphrey scolded, as she returned to his bedside with an assortment of potions and chocolate for her patient. "You fought three Dementors?"
"No, Poppy, Harry seems to have killed three of them today," Dumbledore replied, which caused the medi-witch to drop the tray she was carrying.
She looked at her favorite patient, aghast. "Don't you ever do anything like other children, Mr. Potter?"
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Much later, well after midnight, someone making noise in the darkness of the room awaked Harry. Despite the moonlight peeking through the windows of the hospital wing, it was too dark to see who was there.
"Shit."
All it took was that one word for Harry to know exactly who it was. Draco Malfoy.
"Malfoy, if you're trying to be quiet, you're doing a lousy job of it," Harry said, not even opening his eyes to make sure it was the Slytherin he heard in the room.
"I didn't mean to disturb you, Harry," Malfoy said. He crossed the room and took the seat next to the bed, leaning over to slide his finger down Harry's cheek and gazing at him concernedly. "I was just worried about you. I was afraid you had been kissed by the Dementors. So from now on, you're not going anywhere without me there to protect you."
By now Harry had his eyes open and was looking at his uninvited guest. Annoyed, he said, "I am more than capable of dealing with Dementors on my own, Malfoy. I do not understand why everyone has this bloody stupid idea that I am some delicate piece of china that might break at the slightest breeze."
"Because we love you and can't bear the idea of being without you."
"Malfoy, you do realize that the day before your birthday you hated me so much the very air dripped with it? That day over the summer when we were at Gringott's, you would have gladly seen me dead in order to get your hands on the Black Family Vault. Then, boom! You turn seventeen, reach your majority and come into your… whatever it is that makes you a Veela, and then suddenly you're in love with me. Doesn't that strike you as odd?"
Malfoy thought about it for a moment and said, "No, not really."
Harry sighed. "Merlin, help me."
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The next morning, Harry woke to again find Draco Malfoy sleeping in the chair next to his bed. Harry sighed unhappily, as he had sent Malfoy away before going back to sleep last night.
"Good morning, Mr. Potter," said the school nurse, as she brought him a tray with breakfast on it.
"Morning," he replied to her, and asked, "What's he doing here? I thought I sent him back to the dungeons last night."
"He has been sitting there asleep since I woke up this morning. I tried to wake him several times and shoo him away, but he so far has refused to stir."
Harry rolled his eyes at the sleeping form of his school rival and took the tray that was offered to him. Starting to eat, he asked, "Madame Pomphrey? Could you please check me for binding spells or curses?"
"Yes, I can, but why?"
Pointing at Malfoy suspiciously with his fork, Harry said, "He's been trying to mate and bond with me for two months now. I wouldn't put it past him to do something like that to me in my sleep when I couldn't hex him for it."
"There's no need for you to do that, Poppy. I've been watching them all night, and he did nothing to Harry," said a voice from the shadows of the room.
"Denholm, you scared me," Poppy said as she jumped out of her skin.
The vampire laughed as he assumed a more human looking form. "That's what I do, Poppy. How are you feeling this morning, Harry?"
"Well rested and hungry," Harry replied, as the nurse went back to her office.
Thorgood laughed. "It's not everyday a wizard makes his mark into the history books, especially for the second time in his life."
"Sir, do you have any clue how I managed to do it? I was just trying to produce another Patronus, and the next thing I knew it exploded."
"I think when you called upon those happy memories and hope, you inadvertently used the Charm of Making. You used it to fill the Dementor with hope and happiness, and since Dementors are the antithesis of those feelings, that caused it to be destroyed. As a result of using the charm, you were also filled with hope and happiness, which allowed you to destroy the other two. Well that's my theory anyway."
Harry was somewhat shocked. "I thought I was going to have to be trained before I could access those new abilities?"
"So did I. However, according to the Headmaster, you seem to have a knack at doing the impossible on a regular basis. It's no wonder Severus doesn't like you."
Harry smiled, and went back to eating after a pointed look from the ancient vampire.
Moments later, Draco Malfoy began to stir. He looked over at Harry, who was almost finished with his breakfast. The Veela smiled at him and started to speak, but then he noticed that they were not alone. "What are you doing here?" Malfoy demanded.
"I'm here to escort Potter to the Headmaster's office. What are you doing here, and out of bounds to boot?"
"He is my mate. I'm here to see that he is well protected," snarled Malfoy.
"Well, he is more than safe with me, and since you weren't invited to meet with the Headmaster, you should get back down to the dungeons where you belong," replied the vampire, with a snarl of his own.
Before Malfoy could respond, Harry said, "Why don't the two of you give it a rest while I take a shower? I'm sure that Professor Dumbledore is waiting for me as we speak." Then Harry jumped out of bed, grabbed the clean clothes the house elves had left for him and made his way over to the bathroom to take a quick shower, making sure to lock the door behind him in case Malfoy got any ideas.
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A short time later, a much more clean and presentable Harry was escorted through the corridors of the castle to the Headmaster's office. Pausing at the gargoyle statue that guarded the office, Thorgood gave the password that allowed the two to enter. Once inside the office, Harry was surprised to see it full of people, which included several teachers, the Minister of Magic and several members of the Ministry, including Delores Umbridge and Percy Weasley. Deep inside his throat, Harry groaned.
"Ah, there he is, the brilliant young wizard who is going to rid the world of the Dementors!" said Cornelius Fudge. "Come along now, Potter, we have much to talk about."
Instinctively, Harry shied away from the Minister and went directly to the Headmaster, who was sitting behind his desk. Harry stood beside Professor McGonagall and eyed the crowd warily.
"Good morning, Harry. I trust you are feeling better this morning?" Dumbledore asked.
"Yes, Professor, I feel more like my old self again."
"Excellent," beamed the Minister of Magic.
Harry then continued, "However, I don't understand why everyone is here this morning. If I've interrupted something important I can come back later."
"Nonsense! We were waiting for you to join us this morning, Harry. I've nominated you to receive the Order of Merlin, second class of course," Cornelius Fudge said, with enthusiasm.
"Of course," came the overly sweet voice of Delores Umbridge, "if you could explain how this amazing feat was managed, then we'd be able to control the press around it." She finished her sentence with an overly sweet, sickening grin which Harry remembered all too well.
"Well, I stuck my wand in the creature's mouth and cast the Patronus charm," Harry said. Drawing out his wand and pointing it at her head, he asked "Would you like me to demonstrate for you?"
"Harry," Dumbledore said warningly, as McGonagall stifled back a laugh.
"No, no, demonstrations are not necessary Harry," Cornelius Fudge said. "We believe you, and the remains of the Dementors you destroyed were all the evidence we need. However, Delores is correct; we need to control what will be said to the press. So, if you could let us know, in your own words, what occurred, then we can create the proper press release for the Daily Prophet."
Harry was fuming now. "Minister Fudge," he began angrily, "if and when I choose to talk to the press, it will be done after I have had time to think about it, and I will disclose the details myself in a private and personal interview with a reporter of my own choosing."
Dumbledore's eyes began twinkling with mirth as he watched the scene unfolding between the Minister and the Boy-Who-Lived.
"Now, see here Harry." Percy began to bluster, but he didn't get too far.
"Be quiet, Weatherby! After what happened last year, I'm surprised that you have the nerve to show your face in Hogwarts again," spat Harry. Then he turned back to Cornelius Fudge. "Speaking of last year, after you tried to have me expelled, put into Azkaban, then attempted to have me transferred to another school and then attempted to seize my bank accounts, you expect me to blindly allow you to put out whatever you please about me to the press?"
Percy huffed and said, "It's in the best interests of…"
"Of your boss, Weatherby and no one else," Harry finished for him.
Shortly thereafter, an argument broke out in the office between the various adults. Harry took that moment when everyone was distracted to call for "Dobby."
"Yes, Harry Potter sir?"
"Dobby, can you do me a small favor?"
The house elf beamed, "Of course, I's is doing whatever you's is needing, Harry Potter."
Harry grinned and said, "Thanks," kneeling down to whisper his instructions into the elf's ear. Dobby then hurriedly popped away to fulfill Harry's request.
When Harry stood back up, he noticed Thorgood had been watching him and was grinning.
'Damned Vampire hearing, he probably heard the whole thing,' Harry thought to himself. However, he didn't dwell on his thoughts for long, as he heard Umbridge say prissily, "I told you before, Minister, the boy is far too dangerous and completely uncontrollable! We should have simply sent out a press release for him and not even mentioned it to him."
The room quieted down considerably as Fudge replied to her, "Don't be ridiculous, Delores. After last two year's worth of bad publicity, do you really think that I am stupid enough to underestimate him again? He has the press in his pocket!"
Hearing that, Dumbledore rose from his chair and calmly walked around his desk to defend Harry. The aged wizard looked Fudge in the eye and said firmly, "Cornelius, be that as it may, Harry is not a stupid young man, nor is he an unkind one. He has never instigated anything towards anyone, but rather has been put on the defensive, especially when dealing with your office. He is both a valued Head Boy and an excellent teacher at this school, and I will not allow any of my students or my staff members to be harassed."
Harry felt very grateful to the Headmaster at that moment.
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About an hour later, after a few more heated words between Harry and Percy which ended up in a shouting match between the two concerning what an ungrateful son Percy was, the Ministry lackey decided to leave. As Percy opened the office door, he was met with a fist in the face.
Everyone in the room watched as Percy fell flat on his backside, grabbing his nose in pain.
Harry smirked as Percy looked up to see his brothers and baby sister standing in the antechamber of the office.
Bill stood there in front of all of his siblings, rubbing his hand, and said, "Hello, Weatherby."
To Be Continued ...
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Author's Notes: Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed.
Yana5 wrote Is Harry going to fall for Malfoy? I hate cliffies and I can't wait for the next chapter.
Answer - No, Harry is not gay, he is not going to fall for Malfoy. If I didn't put a cliffie in then no one would come back for more.
krysalys73 wrote Awesome. Dementor attack on Hogwarts. Wonder why they're doing this after most of the school is gone for the holidays? I would think that the more goody-goodys slaughtered would make for a happier Voldemort. Can't wait to see what comes next.
Answer - Well, it wasn't so much an attack on Hogwarts as it was an attack on Harry. He was in the village for a while in the afternoon.
uten wrote A very nice chapter. Ron has finally declared his love (Thank GOD!) thanks to Harry and Ginny's teasing. Malfoy as a veela is done brilliantly - he's old Malfoy unless it offends Harry. And the ending is a great cliffhanger! I find that even though your writing speed has slowed down (real life must be being a pain), the quality still seems to just keep getting better! Can't wait to see what happens in the next chapter.
Answer - My writing will hopefully get back in full swing again and your right, personal life sucks, I had a root canal and my brother came up for an unexpected visit with his kids and the tramp he's married to. Needless to say, I didn't feel like writing, I was babysitting.
JennK wrote Hi there! JAK here again. I'm still enjoying the story very much. I loved how you had Ginny be the one to give Ron and Hermione a little push ;). So, we'll finally get the explanation for the whole killing Dementors bit mentioned in later on, excellent. I'm of two minds about Parvati, I can understand her being upset about the flower, but she also jumped to a wrong conclusion without really giving him a chance to explain. Ah well, keep up the good work ;).
Answer - Hey, if you want to truly understand the White Lily, then wait for chapter 15. :)
athenakitty wrote Will Harry sort out his life? Harry's premition's going to come true? concealment? Will Harry turn Parvarti down when she tries to get back with Harry? Will Harry bring Hagrid to visit his family's vaults? Will Harry use Grady for any deliveries? Are there certains things that ladies shouldn't ask in public?
Answer - Oh bother, I forgot all about Hagrid! I could I do that? Harry's preminition, honey the Dementors came didn't they? Harry and Parvati, lets not get ahead of ourselves. Harry hasn't written many letter this term has he? Well, both Grady and Hedwig are there when he needs them. :) Lastly, will Harry ever sort out his life? Yes, he will and the moment he does it, along comes a 5 year old who crashes into his world and turns it upside down, oh wait thats the other story. :)
Rhyllen wrote Um, I didn't think the break up scene was that confusing at all. It seemed pretty obvious that the lily was charmed to make Parvati react the way she did because it turned green when she looked at it. I love this story and the two sequels! Keep up the awesome work and I hope you update soon!
Answer - I think when people read it thru the first time, they do it rather quickly and don't always catch little details, but thanks for that, I was beginning to wonder if I only thought I wrote it that way. ;)
Tanydwr wrote Good chapter, it sounds interesting. What's going to go down in history? Is the patronus going to blow the Dementor's head off? Half-way through GCSEs. Well, technically. Lol, Tanydwr
Answer - No one else in wizarding history has destroyed one of the foul beasties before and Harry just offed three of them. :)
By: Darkmoore
Then what happened next would go down in wizarding history for all time to come.
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Chapter Fourteen – Dementors Part II
As Harry Potter struggled to get out of the grasp of the Dementor holding him, he managed to free his right arm. Desperate, he did the only thing he could think of. In what was either a stroke of genius or yet another case of dumb luck to the rescue, he thrust his wand into the open mouth of the Dementor trying to administer the kiss and cast the Patronus charm.
Although he didn't know it, when Harry called upon all the hope and happiness he could from within himself, he didn't quite cast the charm he intended. Instead of the beam of silver light that usually emerged from his wand to form Prongs the stag; a beam of golden light emerged from his wand tip and filled the Dementor's mouth. The creature emitted an unearthly shriek of hideous pain for several moments, and then exploded. The explosion was so magnificent that it filled the sky with that same golden light that had come out of Harry's wand, and the Dementor was utterly destroyed.
Immediately after the explosion, the sky was filled with disembodied voices crying out, "Free! We're free!"
At the same time the Dementor exploded, the other Dementors began to withdraw from the battle. They scattered and retreated as quickly as they could, seeming to shy away from Harry, who was filled with what can only be described as the most intense feeling of hope he had ever known in his entire life, and his whole body was glowing with the same golden light that had come out of his wand. In essence, Harry had become a living Patronus.
The Dementor that had been holding Harry had let go and begun to shriek in pain also, as its hands were now burning from the golden light being given off by Harry. Instinctively, Harry turned on the foul creature and wrapped his hands around its head, like he had done to Professor Quirrell when he was eleven years old. After a few moments, that Dementor also exploded, freeing the souls that had been consumed by it.
Harry took a moment to catch his breath. He looked around to find any remaining Dementors, and discovered that his friends were staring at him with rapt attention.
"Harry?" Hermione asked tenatively.
"Yeah?" he responded, still glowing a vibrant gold.
"Are you alright?"
"Yes," Harry asserted, looking around intently. "Are all the Dementors gone?"
Ron checked the area and said, "Yeah, Harry, all but that one over there, trying to get away."
Harry turned to see the fleeing creature. Raising his wand, he summoned all the hope and happiness he could muster and sent another beam of the golden energy towards the last Dementor. Even though it was at least five hundred meters away, the beam hit the cloaked creature dead center. It too shrieked as it exploded, once again filling the sky with the golden light and the sounds of the suddenly freed souls that had been trapped within it.
Seeing that all of the Dementors had gone, Harry turned back to make sure his friends were unscathed. Once he had been reassured that they were fine, he finally relaxed, and the glow began to dissipate. As it faded out entirely, blackness overcame him. Harry's eyes rolled up into his head, and he fell to the ground.
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Several hours later, Harry woke up in a darkened room. At first he had no idea where he was, but then slowly realized that he was once again in the infirmary, his home away from home at Hogwarts.
"Mr. Potter," Madame Pomphrey called as soon as she saw he was awake. "With us once again, I see."
Harry smiled weakly at her and joked, "I had better stop coming in so often, or people are going to think we have a thing going on."
The school nurse was slightly shocked at his cheekiness, but chuckled appreciatively all the same. "I highly doubt that, Mr. Potter. I'm far too young for you."
Harry laughed, and the matron began the familiar ritual of performing a series of diagnostic charms on him to determine the state of his injuries, or lack thereof.
"As far as I can tell, Mr. Potter, you're physically fine. That's certainly a change for you, although you have depleted yourself magically. However, that's not unusual, because Dementors can do that to a person, especially to one who was delicate to begin with," said Madame Pomphrey, in a matter of fact kind of way.
"I'm not delicate," protested Harry.
"Of course you're not," she replied absently and walked back to her office.
Moments later, Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, Ron, Hermione and Ginny all came into the hospital wing to see Harry.
"Ah, good, I see that you're awake now," Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eye, as the three teenagers ran over to their friend.
"Yeah, how long was I out?"
"Not long, just a couple of hours," replied his head of house, who was looking quite relieved that he wasn't dead. "What were you doing out at that time of the night?"
"We went into Hogsmeade in the afternoon, Professor. We needed to do a little shopping. We stopped to have a butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks afterward, but we were on our way back well before sunset when we were ambushed by the Dementors," replied Hermione.
"Yes, about those Dementors," Dumbledore said twinkling once more. "Harry, are you aware that you are the first person in known history to have actually destroyed one?"
"Three," Harry corrected with a blush, while the other Gryffindors nodded their heads in agreement. The professors were stunned at this revelation.
"Three?" Madame Pomphrey scolded, as she returned to his bedside with an assortment of potions and chocolate for her patient. "You fought three Dementors?"
"No, Poppy, Harry seems to have killed three of them today," Dumbledore replied, which caused the medi-witch to drop the tray she was carrying.
She looked at her favorite patient, aghast. "Don't you ever do anything like other children, Mr. Potter?"
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Much later, well after midnight, someone making noise in the darkness of the room awaked Harry. Despite the moonlight peeking through the windows of the hospital wing, it was too dark to see who was there.
"Shit."
All it took was that one word for Harry to know exactly who it was. Draco Malfoy.
"Malfoy, if you're trying to be quiet, you're doing a lousy job of it," Harry said, not even opening his eyes to make sure it was the Slytherin he heard in the room.
"I didn't mean to disturb you, Harry," Malfoy said. He crossed the room and took the seat next to the bed, leaning over to slide his finger down Harry's cheek and gazing at him concernedly. "I was just worried about you. I was afraid you had been kissed by the Dementors. So from now on, you're not going anywhere without me there to protect you."
By now Harry had his eyes open and was looking at his uninvited guest. Annoyed, he said, "I am more than capable of dealing with Dementors on my own, Malfoy. I do not understand why everyone has this bloody stupid idea that I am some delicate piece of china that might break at the slightest breeze."
"Because we love you and can't bear the idea of being without you."
"Malfoy, you do realize that the day before your birthday you hated me so much the very air dripped with it? That day over the summer when we were at Gringott's, you would have gladly seen me dead in order to get your hands on the Black Family Vault. Then, boom! You turn seventeen, reach your majority and come into your… whatever it is that makes you a Veela, and then suddenly you're in love with me. Doesn't that strike you as odd?"
Malfoy thought about it for a moment and said, "No, not really."
Harry sighed. "Merlin, help me."
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The next morning, Harry woke to again find Draco Malfoy sleeping in the chair next to his bed. Harry sighed unhappily, as he had sent Malfoy away before going back to sleep last night.
"Good morning, Mr. Potter," said the school nurse, as she brought him a tray with breakfast on it.
"Morning," he replied to her, and asked, "What's he doing here? I thought I sent him back to the dungeons last night."
"He has been sitting there asleep since I woke up this morning. I tried to wake him several times and shoo him away, but he so far has refused to stir."
Harry rolled his eyes at the sleeping form of his school rival and took the tray that was offered to him. Starting to eat, he asked, "Madame Pomphrey? Could you please check me for binding spells or curses?"
"Yes, I can, but why?"
Pointing at Malfoy suspiciously with his fork, Harry said, "He's been trying to mate and bond with me for two months now. I wouldn't put it past him to do something like that to me in my sleep when I couldn't hex him for it."
"There's no need for you to do that, Poppy. I've been watching them all night, and he did nothing to Harry," said a voice from the shadows of the room.
"Denholm, you scared me," Poppy said as she jumped out of her skin.
The vampire laughed as he assumed a more human looking form. "That's what I do, Poppy. How are you feeling this morning, Harry?"
"Well rested and hungry," Harry replied, as the nurse went back to her office.
Thorgood laughed. "It's not everyday a wizard makes his mark into the history books, especially for the second time in his life."
"Sir, do you have any clue how I managed to do it? I was just trying to produce another Patronus, and the next thing I knew it exploded."
"I think when you called upon those happy memories and hope, you inadvertently used the Charm of Making. You used it to fill the Dementor with hope and happiness, and since Dementors are the antithesis of those feelings, that caused it to be destroyed. As a result of using the charm, you were also filled with hope and happiness, which allowed you to destroy the other two. Well that's my theory anyway."
Harry was somewhat shocked. "I thought I was going to have to be trained before I could access those new abilities?"
"So did I. However, according to the Headmaster, you seem to have a knack at doing the impossible on a regular basis. It's no wonder Severus doesn't like you."
Harry smiled, and went back to eating after a pointed look from the ancient vampire.
Moments later, Draco Malfoy began to stir. He looked over at Harry, who was almost finished with his breakfast. The Veela smiled at him and started to speak, but then he noticed that they were not alone. "What are you doing here?" Malfoy demanded.
"I'm here to escort Potter to the Headmaster's office. What are you doing here, and out of bounds to boot?"
"He is my mate. I'm here to see that he is well protected," snarled Malfoy.
"Well, he is more than safe with me, and since you weren't invited to meet with the Headmaster, you should get back down to the dungeons where you belong," replied the vampire, with a snarl of his own.
Before Malfoy could respond, Harry said, "Why don't the two of you give it a rest while I take a shower? I'm sure that Professor Dumbledore is waiting for me as we speak." Then Harry jumped out of bed, grabbed the clean clothes the house elves had left for him and made his way over to the bathroom to take a quick shower, making sure to lock the door behind him in case Malfoy got any ideas.
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A short time later, a much more clean and presentable Harry was escorted through the corridors of the castle to the Headmaster's office. Pausing at the gargoyle statue that guarded the office, Thorgood gave the password that allowed the two to enter. Once inside the office, Harry was surprised to see it full of people, which included several teachers, the Minister of Magic and several members of the Ministry, including Delores Umbridge and Percy Weasley. Deep inside his throat, Harry groaned.
"Ah, there he is, the brilliant young wizard who is going to rid the world of the Dementors!" said Cornelius Fudge. "Come along now, Potter, we have much to talk about."
Instinctively, Harry shied away from the Minister and went directly to the Headmaster, who was sitting behind his desk. Harry stood beside Professor McGonagall and eyed the crowd warily.
"Good morning, Harry. I trust you are feeling better this morning?" Dumbledore asked.
"Yes, Professor, I feel more like my old self again."
"Excellent," beamed the Minister of Magic.
Harry then continued, "However, I don't understand why everyone is here this morning. If I've interrupted something important I can come back later."
"Nonsense! We were waiting for you to join us this morning, Harry. I've nominated you to receive the Order of Merlin, second class of course," Cornelius Fudge said, with enthusiasm.
"Of course," came the overly sweet voice of Delores Umbridge, "if you could explain how this amazing feat was managed, then we'd be able to control the press around it." She finished her sentence with an overly sweet, sickening grin which Harry remembered all too well.
"Well, I stuck my wand in the creature's mouth and cast the Patronus charm," Harry said. Drawing out his wand and pointing it at her head, he asked "Would you like me to demonstrate for you?"
"Harry," Dumbledore said warningly, as McGonagall stifled back a laugh.
"No, no, demonstrations are not necessary Harry," Cornelius Fudge said. "We believe you, and the remains of the Dementors you destroyed were all the evidence we need. However, Delores is correct; we need to control what will be said to the press. So, if you could let us know, in your own words, what occurred, then we can create the proper press release for the Daily Prophet."
Harry was fuming now. "Minister Fudge," he began angrily, "if and when I choose to talk to the press, it will be done after I have had time to think about it, and I will disclose the details myself in a private and personal interview with a reporter of my own choosing."
Dumbledore's eyes began twinkling with mirth as he watched the scene unfolding between the Minister and the Boy-Who-Lived.
"Now, see here Harry." Percy began to bluster, but he didn't get too far.
"Be quiet, Weatherby! After what happened last year, I'm surprised that you have the nerve to show your face in Hogwarts again," spat Harry. Then he turned back to Cornelius Fudge. "Speaking of last year, after you tried to have me expelled, put into Azkaban, then attempted to have me transferred to another school and then attempted to seize my bank accounts, you expect me to blindly allow you to put out whatever you please about me to the press?"
Percy huffed and said, "It's in the best interests of…"
"Of your boss, Weatherby and no one else," Harry finished for him.
Shortly thereafter, an argument broke out in the office between the various adults. Harry took that moment when everyone was distracted to call for "Dobby."
"Yes, Harry Potter sir?"
"Dobby, can you do me a small favor?"
The house elf beamed, "Of course, I's is doing whatever you's is needing, Harry Potter."
Harry grinned and said, "Thanks," kneeling down to whisper his instructions into the elf's ear. Dobby then hurriedly popped away to fulfill Harry's request.
When Harry stood back up, he noticed Thorgood had been watching him and was grinning.
'Damned Vampire hearing, he probably heard the whole thing,' Harry thought to himself. However, he didn't dwell on his thoughts for long, as he heard Umbridge say prissily, "I told you before, Minister, the boy is far too dangerous and completely uncontrollable! We should have simply sent out a press release for him and not even mentioned it to him."
The room quieted down considerably as Fudge replied to her, "Don't be ridiculous, Delores. After last two year's worth of bad publicity, do you really think that I am stupid enough to underestimate him again? He has the press in his pocket!"
Hearing that, Dumbledore rose from his chair and calmly walked around his desk to defend Harry. The aged wizard looked Fudge in the eye and said firmly, "Cornelius, be that as it may, Harry is not a stupid young man, nor is he an unkind one. He has never instigated anything towards anyone, but rather has been put on the defensive, especially when dealing with your office. He is both a valued Head Boy and an excellent teacher at this school, and I will not allow any of my students or my staff members to be harassed."
Harry felt very grateful to the Headmaster at that moment.
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About an hour later, after a few more heated words between Harry and Percy which ended up in a shouting match between the two concerning what an ungrateful son Percy was, the Ministry lackey decided to leave. As Percy opened the office door, he was met with a fist in the face.
Everyone in the room watched as Percy fell flat on his backside, grabbing his nose in pain.
Harry smirked as Percy looked up to see his brothers and baby sister standing in the antechamber of the office.
Bill stood there in front of all of his siblings, rubbing his hand, and said, "Hello, Weatherby."
To Be Continued ...
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Author's Notes: Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed.
Yana5 wrote Is Harry going to fall for Malfoy? I hate cliffies and I can't wait for the next chapter.
Answer - No, Harry is not gay, he is not going to fall for Malfoy. If I didn't put a cliffie in then no one would come back for more.
krysalys73 wrote Awesome. Dementor attack on Hogwarts. Wonder why they're doing this after most of the school is gone for the holidays? I would think that the more goody-goodys slaughtered would make for a happier Voldemort. Can't wait to see what comes next.
Answer - Well, it wasn't so much an attack on Hogwarts as it was an attack on Harry. He was in the village for a while in the afternoon.
uten wrote A very nice chapter. Ron has finally declared his love (Thank GOD!) thanks to Harry and Ginny's teasing. Malfoy as a veela is done brilliantly - he's old Malfoy unless it offends Harry. And the ending is a great cliffhanger! I find that even though your writing speed has slowed down (real life must be being a pain), the quality still seems to just keep getting better! Can't wait to see what happens in the next chapter.
Answer - My writing will hopefully get back in full swing again and your right, personal life sucks, I had a root canal and my brother came up for an unexpected visit with his kids and the tramp he's married to. Needless to say, I didn't feel like writing, I was babysitting.
JennK wrote Hi there! JAK here again. I'm still enjoying the story very much. I loved how you had Ginny be the one to give Ron and Hermione a little push ;). So, we'll finally get the explanation for the whole killing Dementors bit mentioned in later on, excellent. I'm of two minds about Parvati, I can understand her being upset about the flower, but she also jumped to a wrong conclusion without really giving him a chance to explain. Ah well, keep up the good work ;).
Answer - Hey, if you want to truly understand the White Lily, then wait for chapter 15. :)
athenakitty wrote Will Harry sort out his life? Harry's premition's going to come true? concealment? Will Harry turn Parvarti down when she tries to get back with Harry? Will Harry bring Hagrid to visit his family's vaults? Will Harry use Grady for any deliveries? Are there certains things that ladies shouldn't ask in public?
Answer - Oh bother, I forgot all about Hagrid! I could I do that? Harry's preminition, honey the Dementors came didn't they? Harry and Parvati, lets not get ahead of ourselves. Harry hasn't written many letter this term has he? Well, both Grady and Hedwig are there when he needs them. :) Lastly, will Harry ever sort out his life? Yes, he will and the moment he does it, along comes a 5 year old who crashes into his world and turns it upside down, oh wait thats the other story. :)
Rhyllen wrote Um, I didn't think the break up scene was that confusing at all. It seemed pretty obvious that the lily was charmed to make Parvati react the way she did because it turned green when she looked at it. I love this story and the two sequels! Keep up the awesome work and I hope you update soon!
Answer - I think when people read it thru the first time, they do it rather quickly and don't always catch little details, but thanks for that, I was beginning to wonder if I only thought I wrote it that way. ;)
Tanydwr wrote Good chapter, it sounds interesting. What's going to go down in history? Is the patronus going to blow the Dementor's head off? Half-way through GCSEs. Well, technically. Lol, Tanydwr
Answer - No one else in wizarding history has destroyed one of the foul beasties before and Harry just offed three of them. :)