The Potter Factor
by Amora
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--Dedicated to all the people who gave feedback and reviewed.--
Chapter 2: The Emancipation Proclamation
The days after my encounter with the goddess herself were much different than I expected. For one thing, I had plenty of time to ponder events. My relatives were away as usual and just delegated me the small task of repairing every plumbing and electrical problem the house contained. I'm all too happy to help them out with their little emergency while they are staying at the Ritz Carlton for the time being.
As I try to rewire the lighting in the living room, I accidentally electrocuted myself. "Ouch! Goddamnit!" I screamed in vain to overcome the burns. As the pain faded, I was growing more and more consciously aware of the tingling in my hands. It almost felt like magic flowing through my entire left arm. Of course this was impossible as magic and electricity were two different things, but I couldn't help but wonder...
In my stupidity of getting shocked, I had dropped the light fixture I was trying to install. Oh well, I guess I'll have to go buy another one to replace it. In a daring move that I would have never done had my relatives been home, I raided the fridge for the fourth time that day. Grabbing everything I could, I quickly cooked the food and stuffed my face with a mixture of turkey, ham, mashed potatoes, and what looked a lot like broccoli. Heh, eating when hungry is a nice change from the usual one meal per week.
On my way up to take a shower, the telltale beating and scratching on the window told me I had an owl. Wonder who that could be? I quickly opened the window and let the said owl in. My heart plummeted as I saw that it wasn't a package from any of my friends. It's been 3 days since my birthday and not one damn birthday card! Removing the letter from the owl, I ripped open the official seal of the Ministry and proceeded to read the letter.
Dear Mr. Potter,
It has recently come to my attention that you have once again disregarded the law prohibiting underage magic use as records show vast amounts of magic usage at your place of residence. In light of this serious offense, and taking into consideration that this is your third major violation, the following actions shall be levied upon you by the Ministry of Magic:
1) Your attendance to Hogwarts School of Wizardry has been suspended indefinitely.
2) Your Gringotts account shall be hearby fined 1,000,000 galleons. Should your account be insufficient to cover this fine, we will take whatever earnings you make in the future until this has been covered.
3) Your wand is hearby declared illegal and void and subject to destruction by any authorized Ministry personnel.
4) You shall relinquish all magical items presently owned or leased to be confiscated by Ministry officials. No item is to be hidden, smuggled, or taken, thereby kept by you.
5) You shall serve a sentence of 10 years in Azkaban for failure to adhere to Ministry regulations and disregarding laws meant to keep peace in society.
6) You shall make a public apology in your recent claims of the return of You-Know-Who. This is unacceptable and you shall take full responsibility of any panic that has erupted from your false accusations.
The above sentencing shall go into place effective immediately. You shall be given one day (24 hours) to adjust starting from your receipt of this letter. An auror shall be at your place of residency soon to deliver you and your belongings to justice.
With much joy,
Cornelius Oswald Fudge
Minister of Magic
I read the letter over and over again but the words didn't change. How could this be happening! I'm getting kicked out of school and thrown in jail for saving my own ass! I gritted my teeth and tried to think. It was hard to come up with rational ideas when all I could think about was placing Fudge under the cruciatus for an extended amount of time. That sadistical bastard! He obviously took great pleasure fucking up my life. And where the hell was Dumbledore's letter of explanation? I know for a fact that he knows whats going on.
I guess I didn't have a choice in the matter. If I didn't want to be mentally and anally violated, I had better get the hell out of here before they come get me. The letter said I had 24 hours to adjust but I didn't know how truthful they were being. For all I know, some aurors could be outside waiting for me to exit the front door. As of right now, getting the items I need and evacuating were my top priorities.
Let's see, what would I need? Invisibility cloak, check. Wand, check. After sifting through all the crap I had in my trunk, I was satisfied to see that I only needed to carry a select few items for survival. There was no doubt that I would lose all the sentimental items that they would inevitably burn, but right now it didn't matter. With wand and cloak in hand and a few pounds in my pocket, I skedaddled out of the back door in a flash. No sooner had I exited did someone start pounding on the front.
"Open up Potter! We know you're in there. You are hearby under arrest for high crimes and misdemeanors. Come peaceably!"
Ha! Yeah right. I didn't wait for them to break down the front door before running away into the woods. Luckily for me, I knew this area like the back of my hand. When Dudley and his gang tried to beat me up, I'd often ditch them in the wilderness behind number 4. I sprinted for a good four kilometers before slowing my pace to a jog. If they hadn't found me by now, then I was safe for the time being.
I knew that they were combing the house and confiscating my possessions as I fled, but for all I care, they can have it. The clearing to the woods was coming up and it lead to a small shopping center. I had nothing except my cloak, wand, and clothes on my back so I had to have a plan if I wanted to live. I thought for a few minutes and frowned. If worst comes to worst, I would steal to live, but I never liked taking things that belonged to others. Must be the damn Gryffindor chivalry in me. That's definitely one thing I have to get rid of if I want to survive.
As I passed some pedestrians on the street, I realized that I still had my cloak on. It definitely wouldn't do for them to bump into me while I was invisible so I dashed into an alley way and was about to take it off when an idea struck me. There in the alley was some kind of dealer. Whatever he was distributing was obviously illegal, and he made a killing doing it. I saw him pocket what looked like a huge stack of pounds before gripping what looked like a handgun underneath his jacket.
Well, I reasoned. It would be better to mug this scum than a respectable citizen of London. Carefully approaching behind him, I grabbed a nearby rock and lifted it over my head preparing to strike. "I'm sorry." I muttered to him as a last minute apology. He turned around and eyes widened with shock as a huge rock floated over his head. I didn't give him a chance to respond as I smashed the rock to his temple. There was a sickening crunch as he crumpled to the ground. Gosh, I hope I didn't kill him. Blood was quickly pooling around and I quickly removed his jacket that contained the gun and money before it was stained red.
Well as luck would have it, the jacket was a perfect fit. A perfect suede blazer with a complementary H&K USP45 semi-automatic and 3,600 pounds hidden in a side pocket. Not bad for 5 seconds of work. I turned to the hapless bloke lying on the ground and noticed that he was still breathing. 'Good' I thought. I didn't want to kill anyone today. Removing my cloak, I headed outside the alley. Before reaching my destination, however, I was stopped by the one voice that haunted my dreams for the past few days and causing a big mess nightly.
"Harry," she purred. "You've been a naughty boy." I froze. Goddamnit, how can she do this to me? I turned around slowly and faced her. She looked from me, to the unconscious dealer, and back again before smiling. "I see you've taken care of a few things since I've been away." With that she slowly approached me, step by agonizing step.
I was rooted to the spot. It was as if I was physically restrained and my muscles wouldn't cooperate with my brain. My motor controls were totally nonfunctional as this earthly version of Aphrodite sauntered seductively closer inch by inch. God...how the light shines perfectly on her hair giving it a brilliant glossy shine. Her dazzling eyes bore into my own as if she were reading me like tomorrow's paper.
It seemed as if eternity had passed before we were face to face, but as she took that last step, time stopped for me. How could such perfection be here in front of me? It was then that I realized what she was wearing. No longer hidden by the voluminous robes, she was now truly a sight to behold head to toe. I couldn't help but to gawk like a hormone ridden teenager. Long statuesque legs were barely covered by her satin miniskirt that was made out of the softest material. A simple but elegant white spaghetti strap top did nothing to hide her perfect midriff or the ample cleavage that caused me to stare open mouthed. If I didn't know any better, I'd say I was drooling at that point.
"Do you find me attractive Harry?" Her voice broke me out of my self inflicted hypnosis and I shakily looked her in the eye. When she didn't speak for a few minutes, I realized she was waiting for an answer. That or she could be discerning every secret I have through her eyes.
I coughed before looking at her incredulously. "What kind of question is that? Of cour-" I cut off realizing my error. However, as if sensing my discomfort she only smiled knowingly. I had thought that the situation couldn't get any more heated, but she quickly threw that theory out the window. Looking up at me through those long sensual lashes, she locked eyes with me once again. But this time, she started closing the gap between us even more. It wasn't long before our noses brushed against each other. I couldn't breath. Her hot breath tickled my lips and I longed for only one thing. However, she had other ideas as she leaned close to my ear and whispered to me.
"Harry...I want you." My heart stopped. There was no way she said that was there? But obviously she did as she continued. "Think about it love. Think of all the things we could do together. All the fantasies you've ever had, you can play them out with me. I'll scream your name over and over again long into the night. Just you and me..." she finished. My mind suffered from a total meltdown as I hadn't breathed in the last minute. Bella ran a finger down my chest and I know she could feel my rapidly beating heart. Right before I passed out from lack of oxygen, she backed away. I let out the breath I've been holding for the past 5 minutes and slumped helplessly against the wall. Bella turned around and sashayed away casually as if nothing happened deliberately flaunting her curvaceous bottom. My eyes stayed glued to that exact spot until she exited out of sight.
As Bella turned the corner, I could of sworn that I heard Tom's raspy voice.
"Well done my dear! We'll have Potter among our ranks in no time at all!"
I didn't hear Bella say anything in return, but I didn't care. Tom's words didn't even affect me since for the next few minutes, I was severely spaced out. Goddamnit! I need a cold shower...
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A/N: Well hope you enjoyed chapter 2. Thanks for giving feedback and helping me make my story better. Stay tuned for chapter 3 soon as this fic is very fun to write =)
by Amora
Standard disclaimers apply. All rights reserved.
--Dedicated to all the people who gave feedback and reviewed.--
Chapter 2: The Emancipation Proclamation
The days after my encounter with the goddess herself were much different than I expected. For one thing, I had plenty of time to ponder events. My relatives were away as usual and just delegated me the small task of repairing every plumbing and electrical problem the house contained. I'm all too happy to help them out with their little emergency while they are staying at the Ritz Carlton for the time being.
As I try to rewire the lighting in the living room, I accidentally electrocuted myself. "Ouch! Goddamnit!" I screamed in vain to overcome the burns. As the pain faded, I was growing more and more consciously aware of the tingling in my hands. It almost felt like magic flowing through my entire left arm. Of course this was impossible as magic and electricity were two different things, but I couldn't help but wonder...
In my stupidity of getting shocked, I had dropped the light fixture I was trying to install. Oh well, I guess I'll have to go buy another one to replace it. In a daring move that I would have never done had my relatives been home, I raided the fridge for the fourth time that day. Grabbing everything I could, I quickly cooked the food and stuffed my face with a mixture of turkey, ham, mashed potatoes, and what looked a lot like broccoli. Heh, eating when hungry is a nice change from the usual one meal per week.
On my way up to take a shower, the telltale beating and scratching on the window told me I had an owl. Wonder who that could be? I quickly opened the window and let the said owl in. My heart plummeted as I saw that it wasn't a package from any of my friends. It's been 3 days since my birthday and not one damn birthday card! Removing the letter from the owl, I ripped open the official seal of the Ministry and proceeded to read the letter.
Dear Mr. Potter,
It has recently come to my attention that you have once again disregarded the law prohibiting underage magic use as records show vast amounts of magic usage at your place of residence. In light of this serious offense, and taking into consideration that this is your third major violation, the following actions shall be levied upon you by the Ministry of Magic:
1) Your attendance to Hogwarts School of Wizardry has been suspended indefinitely.
2) Your Gringotts account shall be hearby fined 1,000,000 galleons. Should your account be insufficient to cover this fine, we will take whatever earnings you make in the future until this has been covered.
3) Your wand is hearby declared illegal and void and subject to destruction by any authorized Ministry personnel.
4) You shall relinquish all magical items presently owned or leased to be confiscated by Ministry officials. No item is to be hidden, smuggled, or taken, thereby kept by you.
5) You shall serve a sentence of 10 years in Azkaban for failure to adhere to Ministry regulations and disregarding laws meant to keep peace in society.
6) You shall make a public apology in your recent claims of the return of You-Know-Who. This is unacceptable and you shall take full responsibility of any panic that has erupted from your false accusations.
The above sentencing shall go into place effective immediately. You shall be given one day (24 hours) to adjust starting from your receipt of this letter. An auror shall be at your place of residency soon to deliver you and your belongings to justice.
With much joy,
Cornelius Oswald Fudge
Minister of Magic
I read the letter over and over again but the words didn't change. How could this be happening! I'm getting kicked out of school and thrown in jail for saving my own ass! I gritted my teeth and tried to think. It was hard to come up with rational ideas when all I could think about was placing Fudge under the cruciatus for an extended amount of time. That sadistical bastard! He obviously took great pleasure fucking up my life. And where the hell was Dumbledore's letter of explanation? I know for a fact that he knows whats going on.
I guess I didn't have a choice in the matter. If I didn't want to be mentally and anally violated, I had better get the hell out of here before they come get me. The letter said I had 24 hours to adjust but I didn't know how truthful they were being. For all I know, some aurors could be outside waiting for me to exit the front door. As of right now, getting the items I need and evacuating were my top priorities.
Let's see, what would I need? Invisibility cloak, check. Wand, check. After sifting through all the crap I had in my trunk, I was satisfied to see that I only needed to carry a select few items for survival. There was no doubt that I would lose all the sentimental items that they would inevitably burn, but right now it didn't matter. With wand and cloak in hand and a few pounds in my pocket, I skedaddled out of the back door in a flash. No sooner had I exited did someone start pounding on the front.
"Open up Potter! We know you're in there. You are hearby under arrest for high crimes and misdemeanors. Come peaceably!"
Ha! Yeah right. I didn't wait for them to break down the front door before running away into the woods. Luckily for me, I knew this area like the back of my hand. When Dudley and his gang tried to beat me up, I'd often ditch them in the wilderness behind number 4. I sprinted for a good four kilometers before slowing my pace to a jog. If they hadn't found me by now, then I was safe for the time being.
I knew that they were combing the house and confiscating my possessions as I fled, but for all I care, they can have it. The clearing to the woods was coming up and it lead to a small shopping center. I had nothing except my cloak, wand, and clothes on my back so I had to have a plan if I wanted to live. I thought for a few minutes and frowned. If worst comes to worst, I would steal to live, but I never liked taking things that belonged to others. Must be the damn Gryffindor chivalry in me. That's definitely one thing I have to get rid of if I want to survive.
As I passed some pedestrians on the street, I realized that I still had my cloak on. It definitely wouldn't do for them to bump into me while I was invisible so I dashed into an alley way and was about to take it off when an idea struck me. There in the alley was some kind of dealer. Whatever he was distributing was obviously illegal, and he made a killing doing it. I saw him pocket what looked like a huge stack of pounds before gripping what looked like a handgun underneath his jacket.
Well, I reasoned. It would be better to mug this scum than a respectable citizen of London. Carefully approaching behind him, I grabbed a nearby rock and lifted it over my head preparing to strike. "I'm sorry." I muttered to him as a last minute apology. He turned around and eyes widened with shock as a huge rock floated over his head. I didn't give him a chance to respond as I smashed the rock to his temple. There was a sickening crunch as he crumpled to the ground. Gosh, I hope I didn't kill him. Blood was quickly pooling around and I quickly removed his jacket that contained the gun and money before it was stained red.
Well as luck would have it, the jacket was a perfect fit. A perfect suede blazer with a complementary H&K USP45 semi-automatic and 3,600 pounds hidden in a side pocket. Not bad for 5 seconds of work. I turned to the hapless bloke lying on the ground and noticed that he was still breathing. 'Good' I thought. I didn't want to kill anyone today. Removing my cloak, I headed outside the alley. Before reaching my destination, however, I was stopped by the one voice that haunted my dreams for the past few days and causing a big mess nightly.
"Harry," she purred. "You've been a naughty boy." I froze. Goddamnit, how can she do this to me? I turned around slowly and faced her. She looked from me, to the unconscious dealer, and back again before smiling. "I see you've taken care of a few things since I've been away." With that she slowly approached me, step by agonizing step.
I was rooted to the spot. It was as if I was physically restrained and my muscles wouldn't cooperate with my brain. My motor controls were totally nonfunctional as this earthly version of Aphrodite sauntered seductively closer inch by inch. God...how the light shines perfectly on her hair giving it a brilliant glossy shine. Her dazzling eyes bore into my own as if she were reading me like tomorrow's paper.
It seemed as if eternity had passed before we were face to face, but as she took that last step, time stopped for me. How could such perfection be here in front of me? It was then that I realized what she was wearing. No longer hidden by the voluminous robes, she was now truly a sight to behold head to toe. I couldn't help but to gawk like a hormone ridden teenager. Long statuesque legs were barely covered by her satin miniskirt that was made out of the softest material. A simple but elegant white spaghetti strap top did nothing to hide her perfect midriff or the ample cleavage that caused me to stare open mouthed. If I didn't know any better, I'd say I was drooling at that point.
"Do you find me attractive Harry?" Her voice broke me out of my self inflicted hypnosis and I shakily looked her in the eye. When she didn't speak for a few minutes, I realized she was waiting for an answer. That or she could be discerning every secret I have through her eyes.
I coughed before looking at her incredulously. "What kind of question is that? Of cour-" I cut off realizing my error. However, as if sensing my discomfort she only smiled knowingly. I had thought that the situation couldn't get any more heated, but she quickly threw that theory out the window. Looking up at me through those long sensual lashes, she locked eyes with me once again. But this time, she started closing the gap between us even more. It wasn't long before our noses brushed against each other. I couldn't breath. Her hot breath tickled my lips and I longed for only one thing. However, she had other ideas as she leaned close to my ear and whispered to me.
"Harry...I want you." My heart stopped. There was no way she said that was there? But obviously she did as she continued. "Think about it love. Think of all the things we could do together. All the fantasies you've ever had, you can play them out with me. I'll scream your name over and over again long into the night. Just you and me..." she finished. My mind suffered from a total meltdown as I hadn't breathed in the last minute. Bella ran a finger down my chest and I know she could feel my rapidly beating heart. Right before I passed out from lack of oxygen, she backed away. I let out the breath I've been holding for the past 5 minutes and slumped helplessly against the wall. Bella turned around and sashayed away casually as if nothing happened deliberately flaunting her curvaceous bottom. My eyes stayed glued to that exact spot until she exited out of sight.
As Bella turned the corner, I could of sworn that I heard Tom's raspy voice.
"Well done my dear! We'll have Potter among our ranks in no time at all!"
I didn't hear Bella say anything in return, but I didn't care. Tom's words didn't even affect me since for the next few minutes, I was severely spaced out. Goddamnit! I need a cold shower...
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A/N: Well hope you enjoyed chapter 2. Thanks for giving feedback and helping me make my story better. Stay tuned for chapter 3 soon as this fic is very fun to write =)