Shades of Lavender.
After leaving Hebe, Harry wondered what potential ramifications there would be from lying with a goddess. Despite having a wild sexual session, he felt more renewed than a good night's sleep and walked with an extra spring in his step with Astra and Fleur walking on either side of him.
"So, what did she mean by Aphrodite's children?" Harry asked Fleur.
"Well, legend has it that a small village of completely women were blessed by Aphrodite centuries ago," Fleur said. "They were gifted abilities which transformed them into the first Veela. My mother knows more of the story and my grandmother actually encountered Aphrodite in the past. And I can assure you, my grandmother has aged quite gracefully, and matured like a fine wine. Once we head to France for Gabrielle's maturity, we can explain even more."
Harry figured there would be a lot more to this trip than helping Gabrielle through her maturity.
"Well, that should be an educational trip," Harry said.
"That's one way to put it," Astra said.
A small smile of amusement pressed against Astra's face. Harry sensed she envisioned him wrecking an entire colony of Veela. And the thought made her grin.
The trio passed a large display advertising an upcoming performance by the amazing stage magician, Zatanna, at the club next month.
"Back?" Nora asked. "Good."
Nora leaned in and kissed Harry long and passionately. She moaned when pressing against her charge's body. The sweet taste of goddess on his lips made Nora tingle.
"We've been given much full run of the VIP area," Nora said. "And all drinks and food are on the house."
"Wow, you must have left an impression. And really lived up to my glowing review and more."
The gorgeous form of Sara Lance, squeezed in a tight black dress, greeted Harry. The stunning MILF moved over and French Kissed Harry, tongue and all. Harry returned the kiss and wrapped his arms tightly around Sara. He was excited to see her again.
"Wow, Mom, go for it."
Harry pulled away from Sara as she leaned up against him, with a grin.
"Missed you," Sara said. "Oh, this is my wife, Ava."
A stacked and tall blonde woman dressed in an equally fetching black dress smiled at Harry. Sara casually slipped Harry's hand on her ass and had him squeeze it right in front of her life.
"The honor is all mine," Ava said with a smile. "Glad to meet you, Harry. Well, again…but…."
"Time travel, I understand," Harry said.
Harry swept Ava off of her feet and kissed her. Sara flashed Harry a thumbs up while watching Harry molest her wife. Ava succumbed to Harry's touch.
"You were my hero already," a teenager around Harry's age said. "But, now you're even more so. And I'm so glad to meet you. My mothers have told me so much about you, although they can't tell me everything, given I'm a bit too young to hear about certain steamy details. Although I have an imagination."
Harry got a good look at the girl, and she was rather athletic, with the tight leather pants showing off her ass and the tank top showing her body.
"Olivia Laurel Lance," the teenager announced. "But, call me Livvy. Everyone does. And you're the great Dragon…"
"Livvy," Ava hissed.
"Ooops, Spoilers," Livvy said. "Forget I said anything."
"Said what?" Harry asked.
Livvy leaned in and kissed Harry on the lips. Not as refined as Sara, but just as eager.
"Okay, that's…she was just seven a week ago," Ava said while shaking her head.
"And now, I'm fifteen, thanks to my extended trip in the Thirty-First century," Livvy said. "First trip to the club."
"Given that it's strictly fourteen or other, yes it is," Astra said.
"Hey, Aunt Astra," Livvy said. "So, did you score with him?"
Astra just smiled and moved Livvy over to the table. There had been three other women who had joined them, other than Merula and Cassie. One of them was a gorgeous Persian woman with silken black hair and beautiful skin. One of them was a lovely Latina woman dressed in a tank top and form fitting jeans, which showed off her fit form. And the other was a redhead girl dressed in a leather jacket, red tank top, and a skirt which showed off her legs.
"So, aren't you going to introduce me to your friends?" Harry asked.
"Right," Astra said. "This is Zari Tarazi."
"Nice to meet you, Zari," Harry said.
"Oh, the famous Harry Potter, and so young," Zari said with a grin. "And your eyes are just as beautiful as ever. Hypnotetic even."
"They are stunning," The Latina woman said. "And finally, I get to meet the Harry Potter that Astra won't shut up about."
"He's worth not shutting up," Astra said. "This is my good friend, Esperanza Cruz. Spooner, as everyone calls her."
"Spooner," Merula mouthed before Cassie elbowed her hard. "What was that for?"
"You know why," Cassie said.
"Yeah, I haven't heard every single joke ever," Spooner said. "Seriously you, nice to meet you, Harry. Astra's told me way too much about you, although she doesn't do me justice. Maybe things will turn out better this time."
"Yeah, I hope so," Harry said. "And it's nice to meet you, Esperanza."
Spooner just raised an eyebrow.
"I'm not everyone."
Harry took her hand and kissed it which caused Spooner to involuntarily shiver.
"Pleased to meet you."
"Wait, I thought she was…" Zari said before trailing off.
"Obviously, that doesn't matter around Harry," the redhead said. "Oh, hey, I'm Lita by the way. It's weird getting introduced to someone I know since I could barely walk, but here I am."
"What?" Harry asked.
"She's your goddaughter," Livvy said.
This oh so casual revelation floored Harry.
"What?" Harry asked.
"Livvy, Spoilers," Sara said while shaking her head.
"Who would….?" Harry asked.
"Well, my father would, you seemed to be the only person he thought he could trust to look out for me, if something happened, "Lita said. "That's not the way I would have wanted you to find out about it, but Captain Bigmouth here couldn't keep your trap shut."
"He asked a question, I just answered it," Livvy said.
"Okay, girls, enough," Sara said. "Neither of you are too old to spank."
"Why do I have a feeling they might enjoy it?" Astra murmured.
"Those two?" Spooner asked. "That would be encouraging."
"I'll behave," Lita said. "Seriously, I'm glad you're here and hopefully things work out better this time than last time. Breaking time so Nora could reach you, that was a bitch and a half."
"We broke so many rules in time travel," Ava said. "Not as many as those idiots at the Ministry and Dumbledore did when they gave a fourteen year old girl a time-travel device so she could take a few extra classes. But, pretty bad."
"Oh, Hermione," Harry said.
"Still sore about that one?" Sara asked Ava.
"Albus Dumbledore's the bane of my existence," Ava grumbled.
"Join the club," Astra said.
"I think we all have a pretty good reason to be annoyed with him," Zari added.
"I'm glad you found a way to get to me," Harry said.
"We wanted to do so a couple of years earlier," Ava added. "At least before your third year, but until Riddle took your blood, Nora couldn't break through. Sorry about that."
For a second, Harry thought he saw guilt flash through Ava's eyes. And Astra curled her fists up for a second. Harry leaned back and put his hand on Ava's shoulder.
"Listen, I appreciate the effort," Harry said. "I was about ready to lose my mind in there. But, Nora came and that opened the floodgates."
"We'd like to have prevented Voldemort from returning," Sara said.
Harry would have liked that as well. Although with Voldemort mortal again, he could kill him without any worries of another ritual like the one at the Graveyard. The club filled up with more people.
"I wonder if Charlie was prepared for us to show up tonight, all of us," Ava said.
"Well, we're going to be on our best behavior," Sara said.
"Yeah, how well does that normally go?" Spooner asked.
"We're the Legends, we end up…." Zari started.
"See that bouncer over there?" Sara asked.
A very attractive, although intimidating redhead woman stood at the edge of the club. She had features which looked somewhat Egyptian, maybe with a mix of Brazilian, if Harry had to guess. And did she have wings?
"Her name is Shayera," Sara said. "She was never a barista. I'm not going to fuck with her."
Everyone looked at Sara.
"Okay, what does having to be a barista do with anything?" Zari asked.
"Inside joke, way before your time," Sara said. "Only the OGs would get that one. Ray or Mick would appreciate the reference, if they were here. But they've moved on."
"Oh, right, the dark ages of the Legends," Ava said.
"Well, I'm not sure if it was necessarily dark, more like unrefined," Sara said. "Most teams don't hit their stride until about year three."
"I'll drink to that," Lita said.
Cassie looked over her shoulder and frowned for a second.
"I wonder where Tulip and Tonks went off to," Cassie said.
"Karaoke," Merula said. "So, I suggest you wear earplugs when you go to fetch them."
"I'm sure it's not that bad," Astra said.
"Well, the one time I heard Myrtle singing, that was worse," Merula said.
"Wait, Moaning Myrtle?" Harry asked.
"Yes, her," Merula said.
"Singing?" Harry asked.
"Yes."
"I just can't picture that," Harry said. "She's always so miserable. The only time I really saw her happy when Hermione botched that Polyjuice Potion and gave herself a tail and cat ears and whiskers."
"And they gave that girl a time-timer," Ava scoffed. "Sorry, I know she's your friend, but you've got to admit, giving someone that young a time turner is irresponsible."
On the one hand, it did turn out to come in handy when saving Sirius. On the other hand, there was no way that Dumbledore could have known that they would need a time turner to save Sirius.
Right?
Oh, that thought lead Harry down a particularly dark path.
"I guess you have a point," Harry said. "Hermione likes to think she's more responsible than most people her age. But, she's not as above it as she likes to think."
Harry was calm and cool about Hermione, although both Hermione and Ron did get on his nerves this summer by their vague letters.
"I saw an arcade down there," Livvy said. "It looked pretty schway."
"And Nora's not allowed to babysit you anymore," Sara joked.
"What did you do?" Harry asked Nora.
"Oh, not me, she's talking about the Flash's daughter, also named Nora," Nora said.
"Come to think of it, we know a lot of people named Nora," Zari added.
"And Cassandra, way too many Cassandras," Sara said.
"One Cassandra is plenty," Merula said to Cassie just stuck out her tongue. "Mature."
"Yes, there's Sandsmark, Cain, Savage, and Jacobs," Lita pointed out.
"But, Nora's pretty cool, well both of them are, but I was talking about XS," Livvy said. "But not as cool as Mia. Do you think she'll let be her sidekick now? I've been really getting good wtih the bow and arrow."
"Oh, honey, I know you have," Sara said. "But, Star City's a pretty dangerous place, even worse than when the original Green Arrow was around."
"Which is technically right now, in the present," Ava said.
"Technically, he's not going to be the Green Arrow for another three months," Livvy said. "He's in the suburbs right now, or something?"
"Yeah, or something," Sara said.
Nora knew what drove Oliver Queen back to Star City to become the Green Arrow. Her father, HIVE, and their plans overall.
"Oooh, time travel," Merula said. "I'm going to need a drink….wait…you're…?"
It was like something clicked with Merula, around the same time it did with Cassie. They both turned to Sara as if something clicked her head.
"You're Ta-er al-Sahfer," Cassie murmured in awe.
"Yes, I am," Sara said. "Or was. Or am. Or…well time travel."
"Funny, I thought you were killed by Malcolm Merlyn's drugged daughter," Merula said. "And Shiva's in a bit of a mood about the idiot rich boy handing the League over to Merlyn."
"I'd imagine," Sara said. "And yes, I'm dead. Technically the second time. First was when Nyssa found me after the second time I had been swept out to sea, and had to put me into a Lazarus Pit."
"Just how many times have you died?" Astra asked.
"Wait, this is actually a question?" Harry asked.
"Oh, God, I've lost track," Sara said.
"Let's not even open up the can of worms that Sara's technically a clone right now," Zari said.
Several of the women around the table had been confused. Harry looked at Fleur who shrugged and Cassie and Merula had about as much idea as Harry what they were going on about.
"Well, you just did," Ava said.
"I think I'm getting a headache," Livvy said.
"You and me both, kiddo," Lita said. "So, why don't we check out some of those games while the adults talk about how messed up the timeline is."
Harry just looked in amusement and confusion.
"I have no idea what's going on," Harry said. "Or what they're going on about."
"Us either half the time," Spooner admitted. "Just roll with it."
"Yeah, trying to figure out Sara's various reincarnations can make your head split," Astra agreed.
"I regret confusing you this badly," Sara said.
"Can we just blame Merula for opening up that can of worms?" Cassie asked.
Merula just stuck out her tongue.
"So, do you have your soul, if you're a clone?" Merula asked.
"Obviously," Cassie said. "She would be a mindless husk walking around without any sense of being if she didn't have a soul."
"So, they can clone souls?" Merula asked.
"Now, you sound like a Reddit poster," Spooner said.
"I have no idea what that is," Merula said.
"Be grateful," Astra said.
They switched to a lighter topic of conversation. One of the waitresses approached the table and stopped short. Harry noticed a familiar face approaching them.
"I didn't believe it until I…wow…Harry? You've changed a lot since last year."
"Lavender?" Harry asked.
The gorgeous form of Lavender Brown, dressed in a very flattering uniform which showed off her world-class bust, amazing arse, and long lovely legs all that well. With her gorgeous blonde hair and beautiful face and alluring blue eyes, along with her pouty lips, she looked quite delicious indeed.
"This is Lavender Brown, one of my classmates from school," Harry said. "Nice to see you, Lav."
"You too," Lavender said while getting mentally sidetracked when looknig at Harry. "Um, maybe I should take your order…anything that I can get you?"
Lavender shook her head as she went around the table, taking orders. Fleur just smiled.
"Oh, Fleur Delacour, and…these…Harry, I didn't think…well I'll get you anything…everything you need," Lavender said. "Everything that you need and that much more."
"Maybe you should take a break?" Sara coyly asked. "Sit down and join us for a drink."
"Well, I've been running around all day, but I'm not…"
"We'd love to have you for a drink," Harry said. "And you've been working hard."
Lavender let out a deep breath which made her chest inhale and exhale.
"I do need it after the day I've had," Lavender said. "There was a particularly rowdy group of Asgardians who came in on the other end of the club. Sadly, no valkyrie."
"That's a shame."
"I'll serve you, and I'll be back," Lavender said.
Lavender turned around and viewed Lavender departing. The skirt hiked up a little bit to tease Harry.
"Wish that skirt was a little bit shorter."
Nora broke into a grin and snapped her fingers. Sara flashed Harry a thumbs up and Lavender's skirt shortened, to give Harry a closer look of her arse. And Harry was not
"You'll be having a birthday in a few days," Sara said.
"And we'd like to invite you over for dinner," Ava said.
"Celebrate your birthday with a bang," Sara said. "Or more."
"And it'd be nice to see how you handle Sara in person," Ava said while leaning over and brushing a hand over Harry's crotch briefly.
"That's about as subtle as the Knight Bus," Merula admitted.
"You think?" Cassie asked.
About fifteen minutes later, Lavender returned with all their orders and a bottle of wine.
"I have a feeling you need it," Lavender said. "After last year, you could use a drink."
Lavender poured herself one and poured open around the table. Harry took a drink and looked thoughtfully over it.
"I'm not sure what happened," Lavender said. "Last year. Dumbledore gave his speech about what happened, but no one's heard anything from you. And there's a lot of people filling in the blanks. I'm thinking the Prophet is trying to take you down a bit too hard and it makes me think the Ministry has something to hide. And my mother thinks so as well."
"Your mother?" Harry asked.
"She's an independent journalist," Lavender said. "She was blacklisted from the Prophet. She spent two years trying to expose Lucius Malfoy, and she got some fairly tangible evidence of his ties to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named However, Lucius destroyed her career and she only works for smaller papers. And the Prophet never misses a chance to smear her name through the mud."
"That fucking bastard, I shouldn't be surprised," Astra said.
"With Malfoy, you shouldn't," Merula said.
"Still, it's weird that you haven't said anything," Lavender said. "The Prophet's just went wild on you, and well, people are going along with it."
"Not Harry's choice," Nora said. "Dumbledore pretty much sent him back to his relatives and secluded him from the Wizarding World."
"He does it every year," Harry said. "And if you really want to know what happened that night, I'll tell it you."
"Harry," Astra murmured.
"No, it's fine," Harry said. "If the fact I haven't told people is why they don't believe it, then it's in my power to do something about it."
"Please," Lavender said. "It's not that I don't believe you. I want to. And at the same time, I'm scared about this means."
Harry laid down the entire story, from the moment where he grabbed the Triwizard Cup to the moment he got back and the imposter Moody had been unmasked. And then the fact that Crouch Junior had been kissed by a Dementor, before he could give any testimony regarding his part in the issue.
The story concluded and Lavender hitched in a slight breath.
"Damn," Lavender gasped. "I'm really sorry that I asked."
Lavender wrapped her arms around Harry and hugged him. The feeling of her large bust pressing against his chest had been relaxing.
"Sorry, I asked," Lavender repeated. "The shit you go through."
"It's not your fault," Harry said.
"It must have been a nightmare," Lavender said.
"It was a nightmare," Harry added. "And I barely had a chance to figure out everything before I was sent back to my relatives for the summer. Dumbledore said I had to go back and I couldn't go anywhere, unless he said so."
"Dumbledore's just the Headmaster," Lavender said. "Why does he have any right to dictate where you go over the summer?"
"I've been asking myself that question, "Fleur said.
Harry put a hand on Fleur to calm her down before she went into rage mode.
"Well, he has about three or four government positions as well, on top of that," Cassie said. "Which is a problem"
"Harry?" Lavender asked.
"Mmm."
Lavender nervously bit down on her lip.
"I have to ask you about your relatives," Lavender said. "And you don't have to answer if you don't want to. I pushed you a bit too much on the You-Know-Who front. I have to know, though. But, there's a lot of people who think you don't like your aunt and uncle. A lot of people…they heard you mention some things to Ron and Hermione, and the rumors got worse your second year when everyone…"
Lavender trailed off for a second.
"Thought that I was attacking people as the Heir of Slytherin," Harry said. "I'll be blunt. They don't like me. At all. They hate what I am. They resent the fact that I'm there, and the feeling is mutual. I didn't have a choice. For a long time I thought I spent ten years living in a cupboard underneath the stairs."
"Damn," Lavender said. "You're not an animal."
"Animals are treated more humanely than they treated Harry," Astra said.
"And as far as I knew, for a long time, I didn't know I was a wizard until Hagrid brought me my letter," Harry said.
"Hagrid, the Gamekeeper?" Lavender asked. "Hagrid, our Care of Magical Creatures teacher? He was the told you you were a wizard?"
"Yes," Harry said.
"I knew you two were friends, but…wow," Lavender said. "I don't know what to think about this."
Lavender closed her eyes.
"It's odd that it would be someone like Hagrid," Astra said. "Although, I'm sure there are reasons."
"It would be normally McGonagall or Flitwick, or someone like that," Lavender said. "And really, if Dumbledore thought you were so important, then it should have been Dumbledore himself."
"That would force him to face uncomfortable truths which he would like to avoid," Sara said.
"And I'm surprised he has the nerve to look me in the eye," Harry said. "After all what he took from me before."
"I know he put you there, but what do you mean?" Lavender asked.
"Astra, my friend, she was sent away, and her mother was my godmother," Harry said. "And after her mother died and Astra was sent away, Dumbledore wiped my memories. I was this close to leaving them, and then I was put right back. It was like five years of my life never happened. And they were happy memories."
Lavender gasped.
"But, you got your memories back?" Lavender asked.
"Yes," Harry said.
"I returned to Harry," Astra said. "I never should have been away for this long."
There was more to the story, more than they were willing to share with Lavender. Although Lavender had been shaking a little bit and sobbing a little more.
"How do you deal with this?" Lavender asked him.
"I just do," Harry said."Because, I have no choice."
"There should be a choice," Zari said. "And you shouldn't have to."
"Damn right, you shouldn't," Sara said.
"You really shouldn't," Lavender agreed. "Dumbledore, oh there's just something about Dumbledore, which always seemed off. But he was just this distant figure. The Headmaster. It wasn't like most of us were ever going to talk to Dumbledore. Or even see him. Or deal with him. But, some of his actions are strange. The fact he has so much power, and doesn't do anything with it. He was easily run out of Hogwarts by Lucius Malfoy and the Board of Governors during our second year."
"Too easily," Nora murmured.
"Yes, too easily," Harry agreed.
"And he came back," Lavender said. "I just…I believe you about You-Know-Who being back. And I think Dumbledore not putting you in front of the press and having them hear it from you, is doing a lot more harm than good. They might be tough, but the truth has a way of coming out. And the fact you've been through some pretty messed stuff and just keep having to deal with more and more, that's mental."
Lavender took a long drink from the glass. She almost drained it during the conversation.
"I don't understand Hermione Granger sometimes," Lavender said. "And you think about four years of sharing a room with her, I would."
That statement caused Harry to raise an eyebrow.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked.
"I don't want to trash her or anything," Lavender said. "But, this is just my opinion, so screw it. I don't think she's a very good friend."
Lavender's statement had been so blunt Harry almost laughed.
"Well, that's an opinion," Harry said.
Lavender blinked, almost as if she expected a more passionate defense.
"Ron, bless his heart, he tries, although he has insecurities wrapped into insecurities," Lavender said. "But, Hermione, she starts this whole crusade over house elves. And refuses to listen to any opinions that aren't her own. Ever. About anything. But, she must have an idea of your home life. And instead of pushing for that to change, she doesn't really say a word. She msut have known that something is up."
"She's heard me talk about the Dursleys," Harry admitted. "I'll be honest, I gave up on anyone doing anything there, after Fred and George told Mrs. Weasley there were bars on the windows and they were brushed off. She just brushed them off, like it was nothing. I guess abuse really isn't a big deal in the Wizarding World."
"Oh, it is, especially if it's Muggles abusing magicals," Astra said.
"Obscurials are a thing," Merula said. "And you were very fucking lucky you didn't become one, because they don't live past about eleven, at the oldest. One in history made it longer and the chaos they created was one of the most grisly aspects in magical history."
"I've never heard of Obscurials," Harry said.
"To put it bluntly, they're created when a wizard or witch is abused," Cassie said. "They supress their magic, and it creates a deadly parasite."
Harry remembered Vernon's goals of trying to stamp the magic out of him. The horrorific consequences made Harry shudder.
"Given how powerful you are, it would have cratered all of Surrey, at the very least," Merula said.
"That's a nightmare," Lavender murmured. "How could something like that happen?"
"I'm fine though," Harry said.
"And fortunate," Nora said before she leaned into Harry and whispered into his ear. "Your mother's charm, as weak as it was, and the Horcrux prevented an Obscurus from taking over your body."
"That's your idea?" Harry asked.
"That's the best idea I have," Nora admitted.
"The people who were supposed to protect Harry let him down," Merula added. "And yes, you're capable of handling yourself. But, the fact you had to become this capable, this soon is unhealthy. And the disgusting consequence of all of the abuse that Dumbledore created through his negligence."
"I don't want to talk about it right now," Harry said.
"No, I suppose you shouldn't," Nora said while gently leaning in and nuzzling her face against Harry's. "But, you should talkt ot someone."
"Yes you should," Zari said. "Mental health is important. And yours took a beating with all of the shit you've had to go through."
"The more you bottle it up, the bigger the meltdown you're going to have," Lavender said. "And it won't be pretty when everything overwhelms you."
"And they're people who care about you," Astra said. "Don't forget that."
Lavender took a deep breath and took another drink.
"This would be a scandal if this gets out," Lavender said.
"And it might distract people from Voldemort," Harry suggested. "He's the most important thing everyone has to worry about."
"That's not the worst thing that could happen," Merula said. "I hate your situation as much as the next person. But, I wouldn't put it past the usual gang of pureblood idiots to paint some, "All Muggles are savages" narrative and pass a law which removes all magical children from Muggle homes at the first sign of magic."
"And they might just disappear," Astra said grimly. "Forever."
"And the Muggle parents won't know, as they will get their minds wiped, "Cassie said.
"So, I can't reveal this to the public," Harry said.
"That's a problem, isn't it?" Astra asked.
"Good thing I can handle it," Harry said.
"Maybe," Zari said. "The problem is, Dumbledore didn't you any favors. He sent you to a toxic environment right after seeing a classmate die. And your enemy being restored to full power. You really should talk to someone about this, someone who can help you professionally."
"I did talk to Nora and Astra," Harry said.
"And I'm grateful you opened up," Astra said. "But, you need to seek professional help. It's not easy, but trauma is not something you should bottle up. Trust me."
"I'm not insane," Harry said.
"Not about being insane or weak," Sara said. "Or anything else. It's just about making sure you get your head on right before you have an ugly meltdown which harms yourself and others."
"No one who ever met Harry would call him weak," Lavender said. "Although, the Wizarding World has a really medevial attitude towards mental health."
"Just find someone you're comfortable with talking to, who can understand and help you ease though your trauma," Zari said.
"Hermione told me I should talk to people," Harry said. "Maybe she's right."
"Oh, she's right, although she has room to talk with all that's going on with her," Lavender said. "She's keeping something bottled up, although good luck at trying to get her to open up. Or loosen up. Parvati and I gave up on that one ages ago."
"And there's also the fact I need to get myself out there a bit more," Harry said. "Although, Dumbledore's bound to notice if I'm a bit more public."
"Call his bluff," Merula said. "He's just your Headmaster for now. He's not even the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, he was expelled and is being investigated for destabilizing the Ministry of Magic. If you want to do something to push yourself beyond Dumbledore, now's the time."
Harry figured Merula had a point. But, where to start?
"Dumbledore's going to be back in power sooner or later," Astra said. "He's teflon."
"We need to strike before he regains power and influence," Harry said. "Why do I have a feeling dealing with Dumbedore politically might be harder than fighting Voldemort head on?"
"Because, it is," Merula said.
"Well, I wish you luck," Lavender said. "I don't understand a lot about your friendship with Hermione. Although, I think the girl has her own demons."
"I'm beginning to think you're right," Harry said.
The conversation he had with Fleur a few days ago and Lavender's own assessment pushed him to wonder what was going on behind the scenes with Hermione. That talk with Hermione might be more uncomfortable. And Ron as well, although maybe less so.
"Do you think I can visit you sometime?" Lavender asked. "To check up on you, see how you're doing."
"Of course," Harry said. "Things are a bit better. My uncle and cousin are gone for the summer and it's just my aunt and she's improving."
Although to be honest, Harry was not ready to forgive Petunia for anything, yet. Especially given that it was his mother's charm that was basically bending Petunia into being a better person.
Harry wrote down his address and passed it to Lavender.
"I just worry about you, with all of the things you've had to deal with," Lavender said. "Take care of yourself, Harry. I mean that. Hermione keeps telling Parvati and me that you're fine…but…there's evidence that you're dealing with a lot, even before You-Know-Who came back."
"That's putting it mildly," Harry said. "I'm glad I was reunited with Astra, and met Nora, and they've helped me get around Dumbledore's monitoring of me."
"Wait, Dumbledore's watching you?" Lavender asked before she shivered. "Creepy. He's not your guardian, or a member of your family. Should that even be allowed?"
"No, but Dumbledore says it's for Harry's own good, so obviously he's going to do it," Cassie said while rolling her eyes.
"Anything I can get you?" Lavender asked Harry. "I've really got to get back to work, but I can do something with you. You are a VIP."
"Well, I'd really like a titty fuck," Harry joked.
Lavender raised an eyebrow at Harry's very casual request. Not something she expected from Harry, even a month ago.
"A man of culture," Sara murmured to Ava who nodded.
"Well, Mr. Potter," Lavender said. "It just so happens I wanted to get a good look at what you have to offer now your age gate has been knocked down."
Lavender shamelessly groped Harry's crotch through his pants and leaned in to kiss her.
"Parvati would be so jealous," Lavender said. "Although she wouldn't be against a Yule Ball make-up session in the future."
"I'll keep that in mind," Harry said as he leaned in and kissed Lavender. "So, Lav…"
"If you don't mine an audience, I don't either."
Lavender undid her uniform. Maturity had been very kind to Lavender the moment her age gate came down and was kind for the year ever since her breasts started to expand and swell. Harry got a good look at her glorious melons and found them to be just as amazing as he imagined. Harry reached and fondled her tits much to Lavender's very approving moans.
"So, have you had any naughty dreams about doing this?" Lavender asked.
"A few," Harry said.
"And how about this?"
Lavender shoved Harry face-first into her chest and had him motorboat her. Harry sucked Lavender's heaving chest and pleasured her tits. She stroked Harry's hair and felt his hands move all over her body.
"Let's see what you've got packing, Mr. Potter."
Lavender undid Harry's pants and pulled out his large throbbing cock. All of the women moaned appreciatetively.
"Jesus Christ," Spooner murmured, unable to take her eyes off of his cock.
"Told you," Sara said.
"Remember Merula, you can't ride it, until he beats you in a duel," Cassie said. "And you better not throw a duel just to get that cock inside of you."
"Yes, Jacobs, I'm aware of that," Merula said, using a napkin to wipe her mouth.
Lavender had to wrap both of her hands around Harry's cock and stroked him.
"Anyone have any oil?" Lavender asked.
"Here," Sara said as she pulled out a bottle of baby oil. "I always come prepared."
"You don't say," Fleur said with a grin.
Harry took the oil and spilled it all over Lavender's breasts. Harry leaned in and stroked her glorious tits, rubbing them and making sure they were oily and dripping.
Then, Lavender dropped down to her knees. She scooped her heaving chest.
"Ooh, thank Morgana for magic," Lavender said. "Otherwise these girls would be murder on my back."
And without another word, Lavender, wrapped her tits around Harry. The soft warm feeling of her jugs wrapped around him and Harry grabbed ahold of her. Harry thrusted faster, and made her groan when he pushed inside of her.
Lavender gave Harry a vigorous tit fuck. Her oily tits moved up and down onto his cock. Lavender threw herself and moaned. Her fingers disappeared underneath the skirt of her uniform and she pushed into her while working Harry over. Paradise spread over his cock with Harry leaning over.
"Lav."
They felt tits, which Harry thought about for a long time, wrapped around him. Lavender leaned in and gave Harry a very tight tit fuck. Those juicy globes pleasured Harry's throbbing manhood.
Harry swelled a little bit more. He could feel his manhood about ready to pop, about ready to explode all over Lavender. Lavender squeezed his cock and with another push, squeezed him. Harry let out a grunt and bursted all over Lavender's chest and splashed her face.
Lavender used every bit of her glorious tits and emptied every last spill of seed onto her. Ropes splattered Lavender's chest when she finished milking Harry's cock with her tits.
"Yummy."
"Here."
Fleur motioned for Lavender to come over. Her tits had been smeared with cum. Fleur grabbed Lavender and buried her face into Lavender's cum-soaked tits. Fleur shamelessly sucked Lavender's tits clean of Harry's cum.
"Had a dirty dream that started like this," Lavender admitted.
"Me too," Sara said with a grin.
Fleur pulled herself away from Lavender's chest. Lavender took a couple of minutes to make herself presentable. She moved over and took Harry's cock on her hands before giving him a kiss goodbye. One on his cheek and the other on his cock.
"So did I ruin your panties?" Harry asked.
"Bold of you to think I normally wear panties," Lavender said. "See you around, lover boy."
Lavender casually pumped Harry's cock one more time and she turned around. Harry smacked her ass and she grinned.
Harry, Nora, Astra, and Spooner all prepared to do their own thing. They walked over to the game area, passing Tulip and Tonks, were butchering several songs in karaoke.
"Well, I guess that's the point of karaoke," Nora said.
"Butchering the classics?" Astra asked. "I agree."
Harry walked past a ninja break dancing with several drunk onlookers chanting "Go Ninja, Go Ninja, Go" as the ninja busted a move.
"That's got to be a guy LARPing, right?" Astra asked.
"I've seen weirder than a ninja break-dancing," Spooner suggested. "And you have too."
Astra just shrugged and Harry chuckled.
They caught sight of Livvy and Lita playing some space shooter game. And things were getting a bit competitive. Several people caught sight of Harry and a few of them did a double take.
"I think you're throwing them off," Astra said.
"That happens," Harry said. "No one shouldn't mention I'm here, right?"
"No, what happens in the club, stays in the club," Nora said. "And even if it did, you have a couple of wishes which should prevent you from getting outed."
"That's good," Harry said. "This place has everything."
"Well, not everything," Spooner said. "There's no bowling."
"Thank God for that," Astra murmured.
Harry turned to her with a raised eyebrow.
"Trust me, you don't want Astra on your team if you bowl," Spooner said.
"I'm never going to live that down," Astra said.
"No, you're not," Spooner said. "So, how about a game of pool?"
"I've never played," Harry said. "But, to be fair, I haven't done much."
"Oh, don't worry, I'll show you," Spooner said.
For a little bit, Harry's technique was a bit rocky. It took him a while to pick up in the game and a couple of games was handily won by Spooner. When he spent some time really studying her techniques, Harry started to get better. And eventually, he smoked her in the game, throwing her off.
"Well, I've never seen anyone improve that fast," Spooner said. "Can't be just beginner's luck."
"I just watched you for a while," Harry said with a shrug. "I've copied it, and calculated ways to do it better. And it's a lot easier to figure these things out, after the Horcrux was removed from my head. Although, I did that when I played Quidditch."
"Oh, yeah, you must have studied the enemy seekers and learned all their moves," Astra said.
"I even studied the games that I didn't play in," Harry said. "Although there weren't too many. Only during my third year did I have a chance to really watch them. And the only time I ever missed a Snitch was because of Dementor interference."
Nora sighed.
"You shouldn't have lost that game," Nora said.
"And Cedric and I never had that rematch," Harry said somberly.
"I do wonder how far your observation skills could go," Astra said. "Maybe you should watch some professional duels sometime. To see how the masters perform. Study their techniques, and improve them. Might actually be helpful."
Harry thought about it and nodded.
"That's a decent idea," Harry said.
"Although, you have to watch the legit duels," Astra said. "There's a lot of duels that are done for show and for entertainment purposes. It's a show."
Just another thing for Harry to think about. He had a lot to do and unfortunately, he wondered how things would work when going back to Hogwarts.
"Ha, sunk it! Another one! That's another twenty for me. Better luck next time!"
Spooner just groaned in response.
"That's the woman," Spooner said. "She's the one who hustled me out of a hundred last week."
"Well, I warned you not to be too cocky," Astra said.
Harry saw the woman was his fellow Gryffindor Quidditch teammate, Katie Bell, who looked rather satisfied with her performance.
"Anyone else?"
"I'm game."
Katie turned around and came face to face with Harry. She looked completely shocked for a second.
"Wow, I heard rumors that you were here," Katie murmured. "But, Harry Potter sightings are like Elvis sightnings. You never know when someone is just having a go. And speaking of having a go…wow."
The beautiful brunette witch moved over and locked eyes onto Harry for a second.
"Maturity hit you quite nicely," Katie said. "Late, but damn if things weren't worth the wait."
The moment Katie managed to shake off her thoughts, she appraised Harry. Her chest inhaled and exhaled when drawing breath.
"Would you like to play?" Harry asked her.
"Yes," Katie said.
"How much?" Harry asked.
"Oh, I think we can make this a bit more interesting than money," Katie told him.
A few more seconds passed and Harry smiled.
"What do you have in mind?"
Katie grinned.
"The loser does whatever the winner wants?"
"Well that is interesting," Harry said. "I'm on."
Katie and Harry shook hands and everyone cleared the table.
"Kid doesn't know what he's getting into."
"I'll put my car on the kid actually beating her."
"Oh, I like your car. And you're on. And I'll put my bike on the line against your car."
"You do realize that kid's Harry Potter?"
"No, I can't be the real Harry Potter. It must be some lookalike."
"I'll bet you the farm that's actually Harry Potter."
"You have a gambling problem."
Harry and Katie played and for a second, Katie thought she would beat Harry. Until reality struck her hard.
"Oooh, looks like…."
"Nailed it," Harry said.
"Damn it, I fell into the same trap the enemy seeker always does," Katie said. "I should have known better."
"And yet you didn't," Harry said.
"Exactly," Katie said. "Well, there goes my undefeated streak."
"You had a good run. I'll just have a better one."
Harry captured Katie's lips into a hungry kiss. Katie let out a sharp breath as Harry explored her body.
"And you'll find, Ms. Bell, I can sink a lot more than an eight ball."
Harry bent Katie over against the pool table. The fact Harry was in perfect position to fuck her right in front of these people, excited her.
And the fact Katie could lord this over Angelina and Alicia to the end of time made her grin like an idiot. She got here first, before they did.
It was rare that Katie came out on top against the senior Chasers. Especially Angelina. She felt Harry's hot breath hit her as he kissed her neck.
"Now, it's my play."
To Be Continued.