Harry Potter & The Veela That Wouldn't Go Away
By: Darkmoore
"In that case, Finnegan, 10 points to Gryffindor for… well, because you're really gay." Then the vampire walked off and rejoined the other teachers at the staff table, leaving the group of Gryffindors laughing.
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Chapter Seventeen – Order of Merlin
The next morning, the Minister of Magic once again came to Hogwarts. This visit was to make plans for the ceremony to award Harry with the Order or Merlin. Harry was not exactly thrilled with the idea of seeing Fudge and his lackeys again, let alone working with them to plan some huge, overblown ceremony at which he'd be the center of attention, so Harry attempted to conveniently forget that the meeting was scheduled for right after breakfast in the Headmaster's office.
"What do you mean you don't want to go?" Hermione asked, while Ron shoveled in a mouthful of food.
"I mean that I do not want to deal with Fudge, Umbridge and Weatherby first thing in the morning. I can't be plainer about it than that, Hermione," Harry said exasperatedly.
"This is the Order of Merlin we're talking about," Ron said once he had properly swallowed… well, properly for Ron anyway. "You've earned it, mate. So what if you have to take a little meeting with Fudge? You'll still have the award, and that'll look good on your application to the Auror Training Academy."
Harry couldn't argue with him, as Ron was right about that point. An Order of Merlin would be an excellent accomplishment and would be impressive to the review board when he applied. However, Harry just didn't want to deal with Fudge and his cronies so early in the day.
"What if I loose my temper with Weatherby again?" Harry asked, trying to find a good reason to skive off the meeting.
"Then belt him in the mouth. He'll probably deserve it anyway," Ginny said, as she joined them at the table to have something to eat.
"Yeah, mate," Ron added. "Then you really would be part of the family."
The Gryffindors laughed.
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After breakfast was over and everyone but Harry had gone to their first class of the day, he found himself in front of the stone gargoyle once again. He suddenly realized Dumbledore hadn't given him the password. Harry looked up at the gargoyle and said, "Malted Macaroons," hoping that the password hadn't been changed since his last visit. It had.
Harry sighed and said to the gargoyle, "I swear that he changes his passwords every time he summons me to his office just to make me stand here and play this guessing game."
The gargoyle snickered at Harry, but didn't move aside.
"He does do that doesn't he?" Harry asked, his mouth falling open as the gargoyle nodded his head in response. "Why that barmy old codger," Harry muttered under his breath, trying to remember the long list of candies he'd have to recite in order to play Dumbledore's little guessing game and get into the office.
About ten minutes later, Harry walked into the Headmaster office looking cross, having finally tried "Sugar covered Jelly pops" as the password.
"Ah, Harry. You've joined us at last, I see," Dumbledore said while twinkling in amusement at his student.
Harry threw the Headmaster a look that said, 'That wasn't funny,' before taking a seat at the table and bracing himself for the meeting that was about to begin. Cornelius Fudge was already seated at the table, and as Harry had suspected, he was joined by Delores Umbridge and Percy Weasley. He was pleasantly surprised to see Professor McGonagall present for the meeting as well, knowing that she detested the visiting trio as much as he did.
"Now," the minister began jovially, "I think that we should have the ceremony this Saturday afternoon in the Convention Hall at the Ministry of Magic. That would allow us to control the press who will be attending, as well as give the Aurors the ability to patrol for any trouble makers."
"You mean like Death Eaters?" Professor McGonagall asked politely.
"Yes, them," Fudge said. He started to outline his plan, and Harry was happy to interrupt.
"I'm sorry sir, but I can't go to the Ministry on Saturday. I have detention with Professor Snape."
The three ministry workers looked at Harry like he just uttered the most stupid thing possible. "What do you mean, you have detention? Have you done something underhanded once again, Harry?" asked Delores Umbridge in that sickly sweet way of hers that could rot wood.
"No," Harry replied. "I was defending myself and my now ex-girlfriend from a love starved Veela who wants to mate with me. So, Professor Snape decided that I needed to be put in detention while the Veela didn't get punished at all, not even getting yelled at for trying to murder Parvati yet again."
Weatherby snorted and mumbled, "Like anyone would want to mate with you." However, everyone in the meeting heard him, and Umbridge snickered in appreciation.
"Oh, there are many who want to mate with me, Weatherby," Harry said in a controlled voice. "There's no need for you to be jealous just because that I have already lost my virginity and you haven't." With a pointed look at the undersecretary, he added, "Either of you, that is."
Dumbledore stifled a laugh while McGonagall tried to look stern and said in a warning tone, "Mr. Potter!" Both Umbridge and Weatherby looked furiously at Harry.
"Harry has an excellent point. He really shouldn't be out of Hogwarts for the ceremony," Dumbledore said. "That is why I feel that we should have the ceremony right here in the Great Hall of Hogwarts."
"Why do we need to have a ceremony at all?" Harry asked. "Why can't you just give it to me right now, and let's be done with the whole thing?"
"Now Harry," the Minister said, "Think of the publicity you'll be getting, and think of the morale boost it'll give the people to know that Dementors can be destroyed."
"Publicity for whom?" asked Harry. "I neither need nor want it, so who would it be benefiting?"
"Well, the wizarding community, of course," Fudge said in an uncertain voice.
Dumbledore interrupted them and said, "Now that we've settled on the location, we need to plan how the ceremony will work and how preparations are to proceed."
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The rest of the day went by uneventfully, which pleased Harry to no end after such a horrible start to his day. It wasn't until evening came and it was time for his first detention with Professor Snape that Harry became concerned. So, as Harry walked down to the dungeons after dinner that night, he was filled with a sense of dread.
"Professor Snape?" Harry called out when he arrived in the potions lab. He received no answer, so Harry walked over to Snape's office door, thinking he might be there grading papers or something similar. When he reached the door he heard someone talking on the other side, and he paused before knocking to listen.
"When do you think he'll get here, Professor?"
"Calm down, Draco. He'll be here momentarily. Then you and he can talk to one another, and you WILL do it in a civilized manner and refrain from trying to rip his clothes off again," drawled Snape.
"But I swear, he was naked! I wouldn't lie about that," pleaded Malfoy. "Not when he looked so delicious."
'Damn,' Harry thought, 'leave it to Snape to ambush me like this.'
Before Harry could react, the office door opened and there stood the potions master, his usual sneer firmly in place. "Eavesdropping again, Potter?"
"No sir. I just arrived and didn't find you in the classroom, so I thought I'd try here. I was about to knock on your door when you opened it," Harry lied through his teeth skillfully, causing Snape to raise an eyebrow in disbelief.
"Where is he?" Draco asked from inside the office.
"He's right in front of me, Malfoy; can you still not see him?" Snape asked.
"No sir, I can't! He's done something to hide from me, so make him stop it," pouted Malfoy, like a small child.
"I will, just as soon as he tells us what he has done to render himself invisible to you and not to anyone else," Snape replied to his favorite student. He then turned to Harry. "Well, Potter, what do you have to say for yourself? How are you hiding from Malfoy?"
Harry smiled, and replied, "Why, Professor, I took a page from your book and used a potion. It seemed appropriate."
For a moment, Snape looked like he was somewhere between disbelief and actual glee that someone would make use of a potion instead of some silly wand waving. However, he quickly resumed his normal facial expression of utter hatred for Harry and said, "I see Ms. Granger is up to her normal aptitude in potions."
"Make him tell, Professor," Malfoy whined again. "I need to see him again. I miss him so much."
Suddenly a mist formed in the room and solidified into the form of Professor Thorgood. "Oh, do stop whining Mr. Malfoy. It is so unbecoming of a Slytherin."
"Is there something I can do for you, Professor?" Snape asked, with acid dripping from his words.
Thorgood smiled and said, "Oh, I need nothing. I was just passing by and heard voices, so I thought I should investigate in case vandals were wreaking havoc in your classroom, Severus."
"Thank you, Denholm, but as you can see, I am in the middle of a detention with Mr. Potter. Now, if you would be as kind as to..." Snape said, but was stopped before he could finish his sentence.
"Why, I would love to join you Severus. I have often wondered what detention would be like with you. I suspect manual labor and grueling insults are to be found, but let's see shall we?" Thorgood said, as he took a seat at one of the workstations.
Snape scowled at the intruder in his classroom, but then returned his attention to Harry. "Now, Potter, what have you done?"
Faking total innocence in the matter, Harry said, "I told you sir, I used a potion."
"Really, Potter? A potion, you say?" Thorgood said, knowing full well that he was annoying the potions master. "Which one did you use?"
Harry didn't want to answer, but with a slight nod from the vampire he did. "We brewed the Congealment of Erasure."
"WHAT?" Snape bellowed. "Potter, did it ever occur to your insignificant little brain that this potion could be dangerous?"
"Yes it did, sir. We thoroughly researched it before beginning to brew it. That's why we went to Hogsmeade that day the Dementors attacked; we had to get a cauldron that was the correct size and made from the right kind of material to affect the ingredients correctly."
Snape bristled at the explanation. "Are you telling me, Potter, that you have a solid gold cauldron big enough for you to bathe in?"
"Well, yeah," Harry admitted. "That's what the instructions called for, so we got one."
Thorgood and Malfoy stood gaping at Harry, while Snape seemed to be furious with the Head Boy. Solid Gold cauldrons of any size were expensive - very, very expensive. Severus himself only had one of the smallest available sizes, and it galled him that a potions incompetent such as Potter would have something that a Potions Master such as himself lacked.
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The next morning, Harry awoke early and drafted a letter he wanted to send out as soon as possible. So, after he showered and changed into his school robes, he hurried up to the owlry to send Hedwig off to deliver it.
"Good morning, Hedwig," Harry said to his faithful owl, while another hooted at him. "Good morning to you too, Grady," Harry said with a smile. "Hedwig, I have a letter I need you to deliver. I know you're tired, but do you think you can do it for me?"
Obediently, the snowy white owl flew down to him and landed on his shoulder. She held out her leg, and Harry attached his letter to it.
"I need you to get this to her as soon as you can, okay?" Harry asked.
Hedwig hooted a reply, nipped his ear affectionately and then flew out the window, heading south. After watching her fly away, Harry took his leave and headed down to breakfast.
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Bright and early on Saturday morning, the halls of Hogwarts were buzzing. Everyone in the school was excited that today they were going to be having an extraordinary day, because today was the day that an Order of Merlin would be presented to Harry Potter right there in the Great Hall. Many of the students were beside themselves at the honor of being present for Harry's ceremony, especially the Creevey brothers, who had their cameras ready to go.
The house elves, probably led by Dobby, had gone all out decorating the Great Hall for the event. Fortunately, there were no Harry Potter heads adorning anything, and it looked quite tasteful. Everything would be all ready for the ceremony once the house tables and the staff table were removed after lunch.
In fact, the only thing that wasn't prepared for the day was Harry Potter, who was at that moment hiding in the Room of Requirement, wishing that this day would just go away and not bother him at all. He knew there was little hope that his wish would be granted.
"Harry?" said Hermione, as she pushed open the door to the room. "Are you in here?"
"Yeah, I am," Harry replied in a defeated sort of way, calling from the depths of the couch the room had provided for him. The whole room looked to be a drawing room of some kind, and he was curled up on the couch in front of a burning fireplace. The Head Girl walked over and joined him there.
"Harry, why are you here?" she asked him.
Harry gave a small smile. "Hiding from all those people out there who are going to be making my life hell again by the end of the day."
"It won't work, you know."
"Why not?" asked Harry. "Dobby promised to bring me all the food I would need, and I can stay here until Monday before I'd have to come out for classes."
"Someone would eventually find you. They are expecting you to attend the ceremony to receive an award that you so richly deserve. Besides, wouldn't it better to be out in the world instead of hiding all day in this stuffy room?" With Hermione's words, the room suddenly changed. Three large windows appeared on the wall opposite the fireplace, and they let a soft breeze blow into the room.
Harry laughed softly, and said, "You see, it's not stuffy now."
Hermione gave him a look that said, 'You're not getting out of this.'
Harry sighed, saying, "What do you want me to do?"
"Come have lunch with us. The Weasleys have come to see you get your award, and you wouldn't want Mrs. Weasley to get all upset because you didn't show, would you?"
Harry sighed again, letting her pull him off the couch and out of the room.
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Once lunch was finished and the Great Hall had been cleared of all its tables, a podium had been erected up on the platform where the staff table usually stood. Behind the podium, a number of chairs had been set up for the Minister and his staff, the Headmaster, the Hogwarts professors and Harry. There were rows of chairs set up facing the platform, with almost all of the front row marked as reserved for the Weasley family and Hermione.
As Harry crossed the platform to take his seat, he noticed that Rita Skeeter was sitting in the second row. Catching his eye, she winked at him coyly. Harry rolled his eyes at her in return, and found the seat reserved for him. He sat down and stared gloomily at the people milling about, wanting everyone to be seated so they could get started and have the whole ordeal over with as soon as possible. Finally, Fudge and his two usual minions arrived on the stage. Umbridge and Weatherby both scowled at Harry with identical expressions of loathing as they passed him on their way to their seats, while Fudge made a big show of greeting the Headmaster before approaching the podium and casting a 'Sonorus' charm on his throat to magnify his voice.
"Everyone," Minister Fudge began ostentatiously, "We are gathered here today to award a brave young man with one of the highest honors that the Ministry of Magic can bestow on a witch or wizard." The guests, students and reporters began to murmur excitedly, while Umbridge and Weatherby looked sour about the whole thing. Fudge basked for a minute, enjoying the attention, before continuing. "As Minister of Magic, it is my privilege to present this Order of Merlin, Second Class - we must give him some room to improve himself after all - to the current Head Boy at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Harry James Potter. On behalf of the Ministry, I'd like to thank you for your service and congratulate you on receiving this prestigious award."
After being nudged by Professor McGonagall, Harry stood from his seat and went to the podium to accept the award from the Minister. After Fudge placed the medal around his neck and shook his hand, Harry attempted to escape. Unfortunately, Fudge had anticipated that move, and held him firmly in place by wrapping his arm around Harry's shoulders. Fudge posed for the cameras with the Boy-Who-Lived, beaming as dozens of magical cameras captured the moment for posterity and the next issue of the Daily Prophet.
As Harry endured the Minister's photo op, he looked out into the crowd and saw Seamus, Dean, Neville, Luna and all of his other friends cheering for him. He saw Parvati holding a hanky to her eyes, crying from her place with Lavender and the rest of the cheering Gryffindors. He saw various cheering DA members throughout the crowd, and realized that all of the houses seemed to be applauding his decoration. Harry even saw Malfoy, beaming with happiness; lead the crowd in a standing ovation for him. Of course he was happy, Harry had been forced to stop using the congealment until after the ceremony.
Then Harry's eyes went to the front row, where Hermione, Ron, Ginny and the rest of his adoptive family were applauding wildly. What held Harry's attention the most was the sight of Molly Weasley's face as she beamed at him with motherly pride, tears flowing down her face. 'Motherly pride,' Harry thought to himself, having never known the love of a mother except from this wonderful woman. She may have been a mother that he had borrowed from his best friend rather than the one who birthed him, but Harry still welcomed the warmth that her obvious pride gave him. As he watched her, a large lump came to his throat and a tear tried to escape his eye.
"Now, Harry, why don't you give a speech," Fudge announced, as the applause began to die down and people resumed their seats.
"A speech?" Harry said, having no idea what this man was talking about. At that awful meeting in Dumbledore's office, Harry had insisted that he would not be speaking at the ceremony. However, the Minister and his cronies apparently had other ideas. Harry opened his mouth to protest, but the old man quickly cast a 'Sonorus' on him and thrust a piece of parchment into his hand. Looking down, Harry realized that they had prepared a speech for him.
Harry quickly recovered himself, seething inwardly at the Ministry's manipulations. He pocketed the parchment and said to crowd, "I'm sorry; I didn't realize that I was to give a speech today, which is good because I'm total rubbish at them anyway."
The crowd laughed at his joke.
"However, I did give an exclusive interview yesterday to Rita Skeeter, who is sitting right there," Harry said as he pointed to her. "I'm sure you'd all rather read about it yourselves when the evening Prophet comes out tonight. However, I would like to thank everyone for this award, which I still don't think I deserve, by the way, and I hope that I can live up to the faith that you have in me."
Everyone but Fudge and his lackeys applauded Harry as he sat back down beside the transfiguration teacher.
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The next morning, Harry woke up early in his bed after having a horrible nightmare about getting the Order of Merlin. No wait that really happened. Damn. Slowly, Harry made his way out of bed and to the bathroom. He was all sweaty from tossing and turning in the throes of his nightmare, so he decided to take a shower to cool before going back to bed.
As Harry stood under the lukewarm water that flowed out of the showerhead, he felt himself relax. He was half asleep when he heard Seamus speaking to him.
"Harry, are you alright?"
Jumping slightly, Harry turned to look at the Irishman, who was plainly concerned for his friend. "Yeah, Seamus, I'm fine. I've just had a very stressful week."
"Wish I could help you out there, mate," Seamus admitted.
"Me too, Seamus, me too," Harry said, defeated.
"Well, maybe there is something I can do for you," the Irishman said with a smirk, as he slid off his boxers and threw them out the reach of the water. Harry had his head under the pouring water, and he didn't notice his naked dorm mate creep up behind him until Seamus placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Seamus?" asked Harry in surprise. "What are you doing?"
Seamus placed a finger to Harry's lips and said, "Shhh." He gently pushed the Head Boy against the tile wall of the shower stall and dropped to his knees, slowly placing tiny kisses down Harry's stomach until he reached his goal. Then, a smiling Seamus delicately kissed the tip of ... well, I think you can guess what he kissed.
"Seamus, I don't think we should be doing this. I like girls, not blokes, and I don't want to disrespect you."
Stunned, the young man looked up to Harry and asked, "Disrespect me? You would never do that, Harry. Besides, you're not asking; I'm offering. So just relax and enjoy." Seamus lowered his head and returned to what he had been doing before, but this time with more gusto behind it.
Harry tried his best not to react to what Seamus was doing to him, but he still felt himself stiffen at the attentions.
"Damn, Harry. I'm surprised Parvati could even walk after you were done with her."
Harry smirked when he heard that, since he is a guy, after all. Relaxing under Seamus' ministrations, Harry's breath started to become quicker and heavier as he allowed himself to enjoy the sensations. Then random thoughts began to run through his head, making him rethink the whole situation despite the pleasure he was receiving.
'I shouldn't be enjoying this, I like girls.'
'I shouldn't let him do this; he's my friend.'
'This is wrong; I'm placing Seamus in danger from Malfoy.'
Then Seamus changed his technique and did something Harry had never experienced before. Harry's eyes were suddenly as large as dinner plates, and he couldn't help but moan deeply.
'Damn!' he thought, 'Parvati never did that!'
To Be Continued ...
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Author's Notes: Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed.
Author's Notes: I recently started a yahoo group and I wanted to invite everyone to join. Since the link refuses to work here, goto my profile page by clicking on the author name at th etop of this page and then click on the link to the yahoo group.
athenakitty wrote When will Narcissa start sending Howlers? Have the the goblins gone throughout the Malfoy manor to retrieve all the Black property? Will Harry be forced to do more of the dementor trick? Will Harry get a magnifying glass for Hermione? Will they find another way to have Draco behaving for the rest of the school year? Will there be more Percy bashing? Will Hagrid ever visit the dragon?
Answer - My goodness, it has been a long time since you have been first with a review. :) Harry will not be going to Diagon Alley again for some time, as he is still in school. Harry only killed three Dementors, as was revealed in the first story, however, they will appear again in the story. Narcissa hasn't been sending Howlers because of Draco's love for Harry. Also Lucius is still in the picture telling her what to do. As for the goblins, well, they'll be more about that later. :)
Rhyllen wrote THAT WAS STUPENDOUS! I was rotflmao at the end! Thorgood is an awesome teacher, and I love how Harry dealt with the situation. Jump in and dunk! Have you seen an increase in numbers at all? I hope so. I put the adverts in both places so hopefully you do. Keep up the awesome work!
Answer - Yes, I have seen increases in the membership of the group, which makes me so happy I could pee! Don't you just love 827 year old bitchy vampires who hate Veela's?
Bluetattingman wrote Okay, this was funny. How often does Harry have to take a bath in the cauldron anyway? Can he still take a shower or will he stink all the time now? Also, Love Thorgood!
Answer - He bathes in it weekly and yes he can shower regularly once it has taken effect.
uten wrote Great chapter, but it's still a shame about Parvarti, darn that Veela. And I was talking about Thorgood, and I think it would be a horrible shame if he had a falling out with Harry, so I'm hoping it's just that he misses him in Return. BTW, my eBookMan thanks you for starting a yahoo group - those text files read perfectly on it (and I do love to re-read your stories) and lastly, I was also curious if you were going to do a 6th year story to tie it all up eventually?
Answer - There are no plans to do a 6th year fiction, I don't think I have it in me to do one. However, I am glad to hear that you are enjoying the group. :)
Treska SilverFlame wrote Your use of tenses has improved in this chapter. I didn't notice if it kept changing like in your previous chapters. Contrats on that. I love how the plot development is coming, although I know there's probably a serious chapter coming up soon. I can't wait to find out how the dementors got onto school grounds without Dumbledore knowing.
Answer - Ooops, my bad. The Dementors got the kids just outside the school gate, before they made it back to the school grounds. Sorry about that. As for my past/present tense thing, it comes and goes. I write like I speak, so I must really bad at my first language.
krysalys73 wrote snicker How did I know that Seamus was going commando? snort Man, if it's not one thing, then it's another with poor Harry. I don't blame Parvati for feeling the way she does; too bad she's not more warlike... it'd be a helluva lot of fun to see her kick Malfoy's ass. But then again, we know it's not meant to be. Also, peaches? That bit at the beginning of your reviews this and last chapter about your yahoo group keeps getting splinched with the first review.
Answer - Malfoy is a lot more powerful then she is magically, now that his Veelaness has kicked in. Thanks for the heads up about that, I hope I fixed it. :)
Fangalla wrote I like it! Malfoy so needed to knocked on this lily white arse (get it lily white - white lily). Can't wait to see where this goes, other than Harry kicking Voldie's arse and then Fudge's. When is the Seamus shower scene going to be appearing? I know you said it was after he and Parvati broke up, and I assume that this chapter is the official break up, so next chap? Come one, do it!
Answer - The Seamus shower scene? Did I say I would do that? Hmmmmmm.... :)
Yana5 wrote yes I am. I'm glad Harry is not going out with Parvati I hate her. I like how Thorgood got the points back it was funny
Answer - Don't hate Parvati, deep down she is a good person and she truly does love Harry, but not everyone is cut out to fight Veela.... and then live.
JAK wrote This update was excellent. I really feel for Parvati and Harry, and the bit at the end when Prof Thorgood replaced the points that Snape took off for really trivial things was hilarious! Points for knowing the time, wearing underwear and being gay, indeed. I'm looking forward to seeing what you come up with next!
Answer - I almost had Thorgood give Seamus princess points, but decided it was too gay and didn't. :)
By: Darkmoore
"In that case, Finnegan, 10 points to Gryffindor for… well, because you're really gay." Then the vampire walked off and rejoined the other teachers at the staff table, leaving the group of Gryffindors laughing.
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Chapter Seventeen – Order of Merlin
The next morning, the Minister of Magic once again came to Hogwarts. This visit was to make plans for the ceremony to award Harry with the Order or Merlin. Harry was not exactly thrilled with the idea of seeing Fudge and his lackeys again, let alone working with them to plan some huge, overblown ceremony at which he'd be the center of attention, so Harry attempted to conveniently forget that the meeting was scheduled for right after breakfast in the Headmaster's office.
"What do you mean you don't want to go?" Hermione asked, while Ron shoveled in a mouthful of food.
"I mean that I do not want to deal with Fudge, Umbridge and Weatherby first thing in the morning. I can't be plainer about it than that, Hermione," Harry said exasperatedly.
"This is the Order of Merlin we're talking about," Ron said once he had properly swallowed… well, properly for Ron anyway. "You've earned it, mate. So what if you have to take a little meeting with Fudge? You'll still have the award, and that'll look good on your application to the Auror Training Academy."
Harry couldn't argue with him, as Ron was right about that point. An Order of Merlin would be an excellent accomplishment and would be impressive to the review board when he applied. However, Harry just didn't want to deal with Fudge and his cronies so early in the day.
"What if I loose my temper with Weatherby again?" Harry asked, trying to find a good reason to skive off the meeting.
"Then belt him in the mouth. He'll probably deserve it anyway," Ginny said, as she joined them at the table to have something to eat.
"Yeah, mate," Ron added. "Then you really would be part of the family."
The Gryffindors laughed.
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After breakfast was over and everyone but Harry had gone to their first class of the day, he found himself in front of the stone gargoyle once again. He suddenly realized Dumbledore hadn't given him the password. Harry looked up at the gargoyle and said, "Malted Macaroons," hoping that the password hadn't been changed since his last visit. It had.
Harry sighed and said to the gargoyle, "I swear that he changes his passwords every time he summons me to his office just to make me stand here and play this guessing game."
The gargoyle snickered at Harry, but didn't move aside.
"He does do that doesn't he?" Harry asked, his mouth falling open as the gargoyle nodded his head in response. "Why that barmy old codger," Harry muttered under his breath, trying to remember the long list of candies he'd have to recite in order to play Dumbledore's little guessing game and get into the office.
About ten minutes later, Harry walked into the Headmaster office looking cross, having finally tried "Sugar covered Jelly pops" as the password.
"Ah, Harry. You've joined us at last, I see," Dumbledore said while twinkling in amusement at his student.
Harry threw the Headmaster a look that said, 'That wasn't funny,' before taking a seat at the table and bracing himself for the meeting that was about to begin. Cornelius Fudge was already seated at the table, and as Harry had suspected, he was joined by Delores Umbridge and Percy Weasley. He was pleasantly surprised to see Professor McGonagall present for the meeting as well, knowing that she detested the visiting trio as much as he did.
"Now," the minister began jovially, "I think that we should have the ceremony this Saturday afternoon in the Convention Hall at the Ministry of Magic. That would allow us to control the press who will be attending, as well as give the Aurors the ability to patrol for any trouble makers."
"You mean like Death Eaters?" Professor McGonagall asked politely.
"Yes, them," Fudge said. He started to outline his plan, and Harry was happy to interrupt.
"I'm sorry sir, but I can't go to the Ministry on Saturday. I have detention with Professor Snape."
The three ministry workers looked at Harry like he just uttered the most stupid thing possible. "What do you mean, you have detention? Have you done something underhanded once again, Harry?" asked Delores Umbridge in that sickly sweet way of hers that could rot wood.
"No," Harry replied. "I was defending myself and my now ex-girlfriend from a love starved Veela who wants to mate with me. So, Professor Snape decided that I needed to be put in detention while the Veela didn't get punished at all, not even getting yelled at for trying to murder Parvati yet again."
Weatherby snorted and mumbled, "Like anyone would want to mate with you." However, everyone in the meeting heard him, and Umbridge snickered in appreciation.
"Oh, there are many who want to mate with me, Weatherby," Harry said in a controlled voice. "There's no need for you to be jealous just because that I have already lost my virginity and you haven't." With a pointed look at the undersecretary, he added, "Either of you, that is."
Dumbledore stifled a laugh while McGonagall tried to look stern and said in a warning tone, "Mr. Potter!" Both Umbridge and Weatherby looked furiously at Harry.
"Harry has an excellent point. He really shouldn't be out of Hogwarts for the ceremony," Dumbledore said. "That is why I feel that we should have the ceremony right here in the Great Hall of Hogwarts."
"Why do we need to have a ceremony at all?" Harry asked. "Why can't you just give it to me right now, and let's be done with the whole thing?"
"Now Harry," the Minister said, "Think of the publicity you'll be getting, and think of the morale boost it'll give the people to know that Dementors can be destroyed."
"Publicity for whom?" asked Harry. "I neither need nor want it, so who would it be benefiting?"
"Well, the wizarding community, of course," Fudge said in an uncertain voice.
Dumbledore interrupted them and said, "Now that we've settled on the location, we need to plan how the ceremony will work and how preparations are to proceed."
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The rest of the day went by uneventfully, which pleased Harry to no end after such a horrible start to his day. It wasn't until evening came and it was time for his first detention with Professor Snape that Harry became concerned. So, as Harry walked down to the dungeons after dinner that night, he was filled with a sense of dread.
"Professor Snape?" Harry called out when he arrived in the potions lab. He received no answer, so Harry walked over to Snape's office door, thinking he might be there grading papers or something similar. When he reached the door he heard someone talking on the other side, and he paused before knocking to listen.
"When do you think he'll get here, Professor?"
"Calm down, Draco. He'll be here momentarily. Then you and he can talk to one another, and you WILL do it in a civilized manner and refrain from trying to rip his clothes off again," drawled Snape.
"But I swear, he was naked! I wouldn't lie about that," pleaded Malfoy. "Not when he looked so delicious."
'Damn,' Harry thought, 'leave it to Snape to ambush me like this.'
Before Harry could react, the office door opened and there stood the potions master, his usual sneer firmly in place. "Eavesdropping again, Potter?"
"No sir. I just arrived and didn't find you in the classroom, so I thought I'd try here. I was about to knock on your door when you opened it," Harry lied through his teeth skillfully, causing Snape to raise an eyebrow in disbelief.
"Where is he?" Draco asked from inside the office.
"He's right in front of me, Malfoy; can you still not see him?" Snape asked.
"No sir, I can't! He's done something to hide from me, so make him stop it," pouted Malfoy, like a small child.
"I will, just as soon as he tells us what he has done to render himself invisible to you and not to anyone else," Snape replied to his favorite student. He then turned to Harry. "Well, Potter, what do you have to say for yourself? How are you hiding from Malfoy?"
Harry smiled, and replied, "Why, Professor, I took a page from your book and used a potion. It seemed appropriate."
For a moment, Snape looked like he was somewhere between disbelief and actual glee that someone would make use of a potion instead of some silly wand waving. However, he quickly resumed his normal facial expression of utter hatred for Harry and said, "I see Ms. Granger is up to her normal aptitude in potions."
"Make him tell, Professor," Malfoy whined again. "I need to see him again. I miss him so much."
Suddenly a mist formed in the room and solidified into the form of Professor Thorgood. "Oh, do stop whining Mr. Malfoy. It is so unbecoming of a Slytherin."
"Is there something I can do for you, Professor?" Snape asked, with acid dripping from his words.
Thorgood smiled and said, "Oh, I need nothing. I was just passing by and heard voices, so I thought I should investigate in case vandals were wreaking havoc in your classroom, Severus."
"Thank you, Denholm, but as you can see, I am in the middle of a detention with Mr. Potter. Now, if you would be as kind as to..." Snape said, but was stopped before he could finish his sentence.
"Why, I would love to join you Severus. I have often wondered what detention would be like with you. I suspect manual labor and grueling insults are to be found, but let's see shall we?" Thorgood said, as he took a seat at one of the workstations.
Snape scowled at the intruder in his classroom, but then returned his attention to Harry. "Now, Potter, what have you done?"
Faking total innocence in the matter, Harry said, "I told you sir, I used a potion."
"Really, Potter? A potion, you say?" Thorgood said, knowing full well that he was annoying the potions master. "Which one did you use?"
Harry didn't want to answer, but with a slight nod from the vampire he did. "We brewed the Congealment of Erasure."
"WHAT?" Snape bellowed. "Potter, did it ever occur to your insignificant little brain that this potion could be dangerous?"
"Yes it did, sir. We thoroughly researched it before beginning to brew it. That's why we went to Hogsmeade that day the Dementors attacked; we had to get a cauldron that was the correct size and made from the right kind of material to affect the ingredients correctly."
Snape bristled at the explanation. "Are you telling me, Potter, that you have a solid gold cauldron big enough for you to bathe in?"
"Well, yeah," Harry admitted. "That's what the instructions called for, so we got one."
Thorgood and Malfoy stood gaping at Harry, while Snape seemed to be furious with the Head Boy. Solid Gold cauldrons of any size were expensive - very, very expensive. Severus himself only had one of the smallest available sizes, and it galled him that a potions incompetent such as Potter would have something that a Potions Master such as himself lacked.
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The next morning, Harry awoke early and drafted a letter he wanted to send out as soon as possible. So, after he showered and changed into his school robes, he hurried up to the owlry to send Hedwig off to deliver it.
"Good morning, Hedwig," Harry said to his faithful owl, while another hooted at him. "Good morning to you too, Grady," Harry said with a smile. "Hedwig, I have a letter I need you to deliver. I know you're tired, but do you think you can do it for me?"
Obediently, the snowy white owl flew down to him and landed on his shoulder. She held out her leg, and Harry attached his letter to it.
"I need you to get this to her as soon as you can, okay?" Harry asked.
Hedwig hooted a reply, nipped his ear affectionately and then flew out the window, heading south. After watching her fly away, Harry took his leave and headed down to breakfast.
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Bright and early on Saturday morning, the halls of Hogwarts were buzzing. Everyone in the school was excited that today they were going to be having an extraordinary day, because today was the day that an Order of Merlin would be presented to Harry Potter right there in the Great Hall. Many of the students were beside themselves at the honor of being present for Harry's ceremony, especially the Creevey brothers, who had their cameras ready to go.
The house elves, probably led by Dobby, had gone all out decorating the Great Hall for the event. Fortunately, there were no Harry Potter heads adorning anything, and it looked quite tasteful. Everything would be all ready for the ceremony once the house tables and the staff table were removed after lunch.
In fact, the only thing that wasn't prepared for the day was Harry Potter, who was at that moment hiding in the Room of Requirement, wishing that this day would just go away and not bother him at all. He knew there was little hope that his wish would be granted.
"Harry?" said Hermione, as she pushed open the door to the room. "Are you in here?"
"Yeah, I am," Harry replied in a defeated sort of way, calling from the depths of the couch the room had provided for him. The whole room looked to be a drawing room of some kind, and he was curled up on the couch in front of a burning fireplace. The Head Girl walked over and joined him there.
"Harry, why are you here?" she asked him.
Harry gave a small smile. "Hiding from all those people out there who are going to be making my life hell again by the end of the day."
"It won't work, you know."
"Why not?" asked Harry. "Dobby promised to bring me all the food I would need, and I can stay here until Monday before I'd have to come out for classes."
"Someone would eventually find you. They are expecting you to attend the ceremony to receive an award that you so richly deserve. Besides, wouldn't it better to be out in the world instead of hiding all day in this stuffy room?" With Hermione's words, the room suddenly changed. Three large windows appeared on the wall opposite the fireplace, and they let a soft breeze blow into the room.
Harry laughed softly, and said, "You see, it's not stuffy now."
Hermione gave him a look that said, 'You're not getting out of this.'
Harry sighed, saying, "What do you want me to do?"
"Come have lunch with us. The Weasleys have come to see you get your award, and you wouldn't want Mrs. Weasley to get all upset because you didn't show, would you?"
Harry sighed again, letting her pull him off the couch and out of the room.
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Once lunch was finished and the Great Hall had been cleared of all its tables, a podium had been erected up on the platform where the staff table usually stood. Behind the podium, a number of chairs had been set up for the Minister and his staff, the Headmaster, the Hogwarts professors and Harry. There were rows of chairs set up facing the platform, with almost all of the front row marked as reserved for the Weasley family and Hermione.
As Harry crossed the platform to take his seat, he noticed that Rita Skeeter was sitting in the second row. Catching his eye, she winked at him coyly. Harry rolled his eyes at her in return, and found the seat reserved for him. He sat down and stared gloomily at the people milling about, wanting everyone to be seated so they could get started and have the whole ordeal over with as soon as possible. Finally, Fudge and his two usual minions arrived on the stage. Umbridge and Weatherby both scowled at Harry with identical expressions of loathing as they passed him on their way to their seats, while Fudge made a big show of greeting the Headmaster before approaching the podium and casting a 'Sonorus' charm on his throat to magnify his voice.
"Everyone," Minister Fudge began ostentatiously, "We are gathered here today to award a brave young man with one of the highest honors that the Ministry of Magic can bestow on a witch or wizard." The guests, students and reporters began to murmur excitedly, while Umbridge and Weatherby looked sour about the whole thing. Fudge basked for a minute, enjoying the attention, before continuing. "As Minister of Magic, it is my privilege to present this Order of Merlin, Second Class - we must give him some room to improve himself after all - to the current Head Boy at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Harry James Potter. On behalf of the Ministry, I'd like to thank you for your service and congratulate you on receiving this prestigious award."
After being nudged by Professor McGonagall, Harry stood from his seat and went to the podium to accept the award from the Minister. After Fudge placed the medal around his neck and shook his hand, Harry attempted to escape. Unfortunately, Fudge had anticipated that move, and held him firmly in place by wrapping his arm around Harry's shoulders. Fudge posed for the cameras with the Boy-Who-Lived, beaming as dozens of magical cameras captured the moment for posterity and the next issue of the Daily Prophet.
As Harry endured the Minister's photo op, he looked out into the crowd and saw Seamus, Dean, Neville, Luna and all of his other friends cheering for him. He saw Parvati holding a hanky to her eyes, crying from her place with Lavender and the rest of the cheering Gryffindors. He saw various cheering DA members throughout the crowd, and realized that all of the houses seemed to be applauding his decoration. Harry even saw Malfoy, beaming with happiness; lead the crowd in a standing ovation for him. Of course he was happy, Harry had been forced to stop using the congealment until after the ceremony.
Then Harry's eyes went to the front row, where Hermione, Ron, Ginny and the rest of his adoptive family were applauding wildly. What held Harry's attention the most was the sight of Molly Weasley's face as she beamed at him with motherly pride, tears flowing down her face. 'Motherly pride,' Harry thought to himself, having never known the love of a mother except from this wonderful woman. She may have been a mother that he had borrowed from his best friend rather than the one who birthed him, but Harry still welcomed the warmth that her obvious pride gave him. As he watched her, a large lump came to his throat and a tear tried to escape his eye.
"Now, Harry, why don't you give a speech," Fudge announced, as the applause began to die down and people resumed their seats.
"A speech?" Harry said, having no idea what this man was talking about. At that awful meeting in Dumbledore's office, Harry had insisted that he would not be speaking at the ceremony. However, the Minister and his cronies apparently had other ideas. Harry opened his mouth to protest, but the old man quickly cast a 'Sonorus' on him and thrust a piece of parchment into his hand. Looking down, Harry realized that they had prepared a speech for him.
Harry quickly recovered himself, seething inwardly at the Ministry's manipulations. He pocketed the parchment and said to crowd, "I'm sorry; I didn't realize that I was to give a speech today, which is good because I'm total rubbish at them anyway."
The crowd laughed at his joke.
"However, I did give an exclusive interview yesterday to Rita Skeeter, who is sitting right there," Harry said as he pointed to her. "I'm sure you'd all rather read about it yourselves when the evening Prophet comes out tonight. However, I would like to thank everyone for this award, which I still don't think I deserve, by the way, and I hope that I can live up to the faith that you have in me."
Everyone but Fudge and his lackeys applauded Harry as he sat back down beside the transfiguration teacher.
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The next morning, Harry woke up early in his bed after having a horrible nightmare about getting the Order of Merlin. No wait that really happened. Damn. Slowly, Harry made his way out of bed and to the bathroom. He was all sweaty from tossing and turning in the throes of his nightmare, so he decided to take a shower to cool before going back to bed.
As Harry stood under the lukewarm water that flowed out of the showerhead, he felt himself relax. He was half asleep when he heard Seamus speaking to him.
"Harry, are you alright?"
Jumping slightly, Harry turned to look at the Irishman, who was plainly concerned for his friend. "Yeah, Seamus, I'm fine. I've just had a very stressful week."
"Wish I could help you out there, mate," Seamus admitted.
"Me too, Seamus, me too," Harry said, defeated.
"Well, maybe there is something I can do for you," the Irishman said with a smirk, as he slid off his boxers and threw them out the reach of the water. Harry had his head under the pouring water, and he didn't notice his naked dorm mate creep up behind him until Seamus placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Seamus?" asked Harry in surprise. "What are you doing?"
Seamus placed a finger to Harry's lips and said, "Shhh." He gently pushed the Head Boy against the tile wall of the shower stall and dropped to his knees, slowly placing tiny kisses down Harry's stomach until he reached his goal. Then, a smiling Seamus delicately kissed the tip of ... well, I think you can guess what he kissed.
"Seamus, I don't think we should be doing this. I like girls, not blokes, and I don't want to disrespect you."
Stunned, the young man looked up to Harry and asked, "Disrespect me? You would never do that, Harry. Besides, you're not asking; I'm offering. So just relax and enjoy." Seamus lowered his head and returned to what he had been doing before, but this time with more gusto behind it.
Harry tried his best not to react to what Seamus was doing to him, but he still felt himself stiffen at the attentions.
"Damn, Harry. I'm surprised Parvati could even walk after you were done with her."
Harry smirked when he heard that, since he is a guy, after all. Relaxing under Seamus' ministrations, Harry's breath started to become quicker and heavier as he allowed himself to enjoy the sensations. Then random thoughts began to run through his head, making him rethink the whole situation despite the pleasure he was receiving.
'I shouldn't be enjoying this, I like girls.'
'I shouldn't let him do this; he's my friend.'
'This is wrong; I'm placing Seamus in danger from Malfoy.'
Then Seamus changed his technique and did something Harry had never experienced before. Harry's eyes were suddenly as large as dinner plates, and he couldn't help but moan deeply.
'Damn!' he thought, 'Parvati never did that!'
To Be Continued ...
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Author's Notes: Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed.
Author's Notes: I recently started a yahoo group and I wanted to invite everyone to join. Since the link refuses to work here, goto my profile page by clicking on the author name at th etop of this page and then click on the link to the yahoo group.
athenakitty wrote When will Narcissa start sending Howlers? Have the the goblins gone throughout the Malfoy manor to retrieve all the Black property? Will Harry be forced to do more of the dementor trick? Will Harry get a magnifying glass for Hermione? Will they find another way to have Draco behaving for the rest of the school year? Will there be more Percy bashing? Will Hagrid ever visit the dragon?
Answer - My goodness, it has been a long time since you have been first with a review. :) Harry will not be going to Diagon Alley again for some time, as he is still in school. Harry only killed three Dementors, as was revealed in the first story, however, they will appear again in the story. Narcissa hasn't been sending Howlers because of Draco's love for Harry. Also Lucius is still in the picture telling her what to do. As for the goblins, well, they'll be more about that later. :)
Rhyllen wrote THAT WAS STUPENDOUS! I was rotflmao at the end! Thorgood is an awesome teacher, and I love how Harry dealt with the situation. Jump in and dunk! Have you seen an increase in numbers at all? I hope so. I put the adverts in both places so hopefully you do. Keep up the awesome work!
Answer - Yes, I have seen increases in the membership of the group, which makes me so happy I could pee! Don't you just love 827 year old bitchy vampires who hate Veela's?
Bluetattingman wrote Okay, this was funny. How often does Harry have to take a bath in the cauldron anyway? Can he still take a shower or will he stink all the time now? Also, Love Thorgood!
Answer - He bathes in it weekly and yes he can shower regularly once it has taken effect.
uten wrote Great chapter, but it's still a shame about Parvarti, darn that Veela. And I was talking about Thorgood, and I think it would be a horrible shame if he had a falling out with Harry, so I'm hoping it's just that he misses him in Return. BTW, my eBookMan thanks you for starting a yahoo group - those text files read perfectly on it (and I do love to re-read your stories) and lastly, I was also curious if you were going to do a 6th year story to tie it all up eventually?
Answer - There are no plans to do a 6th year fiction, I don't think I have it in me to do one. However, I am glad to hear that you are enjoying the group. :)
Treska SilverFlame wrote Your use of tenses has improved in this chapter. I didn't notice if it kept changing like in your previous chapters. Contrats on that. I love how the plot development is coming, although I know there's probably a serious chapter coming up soon. I can't wait to find out how the dementors got onto school grounds without Dumbledore knowing.
Answer - Ooops, my bad. The Dementors got the kids just outside the school gate, before they made it back to the school grounds. Sorry about that. As for my past/present tense thing, it comes and goes. I write like I speak, so I must really bad at my first language.
krysalys73 wrote snicker How did I know that Seamus was going commando? snort Man, if it's not one thing, then it's another with poor Harry. I don't blame Parvati for feeling the way she does; too bad she's not more warlike... it'd be a helluva lot of fun to see her kick Malfoy's ass. But then again, we know it's not meant to be. Also, peaches? That bit at the beginning of your reviews this and last chapter about your yahoo group keeps getting splinched with the first review.
Answer - Malfoy is a lot more powerful then she is magically, now that his Veelaness has kicked in. Thanks for the heads up about that, I hope I fixed it. :)
Fangalla wrote I like it! Malfoy so needed to knocked on this lily white arse (get it lily white - white lily). Can't wait to see where this goes, other than Harry kicking Voldie's arse and then Fudge's. When is the Seamus shower scene going to be appearing? I know you said it was after he and Parvati broke up, and I assume that this chapter is the official break up, so next chap? Come one, do it!
Answer - The Seamus shower scene? Did I say I would do that? Hmmmmmm.... :)
Yana5 wrote yes I am. I'm glad Harry is not going out with Parvati I hate her. I like how Thorgood got the points back it was funny
Answer - Don't hate Parvati, deep down she is a good person and she truly does love Harry, but not everyone is cut out to fight Veela.... and then live.
JAK wrote This update was excellent. I really feel for Parvati and Harry, and the bit at the end when Prof Thorgood replaced the points that Snape took off for really trivial things was hilarious! Points for knowing the time, wearing underwear and being gay, indeed. I'm looking forward to seeing what you come up with next!
Answer - I almost had Thorgood give Seamus princess points, but decided it was too gay and didn't. :)