Harry blinked at the weird feeling that something had just very much changed. Jazz had stilled straddling his thighs, he could feel the intense heat of her over his lap, and the beauty of her was mere inches from him but something was wrong. She had totally frozen and didn't appear to be breathing. He was just about to do something about that when suddenly she took a long deep breath and of all things her eyes flashed a warm golden colour. Stuck as he was beneath her he couldn't exactly scrabble away and oddly he didn't feel like he was in any danger, but something odd was definitely happening; now he just had to figure out what. Jazz stretched, thrusting her pert breasts at him in a very enticing way and then relaxed rolling her shoulders. Her now normal colour eyes settled on his face and a different smile than he had seen thus far quirked her full lips. "Hello Harry Potter," she said, her voice rich and throaty, in a way that stoked the fire of his passion again ignoring the physical touching they were doing.
"What's going on," Harry asked looking at her seriously, now wondering if he'd gotten involved with someone with split personalities or something as Jazz was not acting in the way she had done before.
"You're wondering what's going on, I take it," Jazz asked, or the woman how appeared to be Jazz at any rate.
"You could say that," Harry said squirming slightly under her weight, he wasn't used to having to support a fully grown woman on his lap and it was beginning to become slightly uncomfortable. Not that he was going to complain about it, because despite the strangeness of the whole thing it felt GOOD to have her there.
"I am not Jasmine Carmichael," Jasmine said with every outward sign of being serious.
"Right, of course not, you're urh... who are you," Harry asked with enough calmness that the woman who looked a lot like Jazz smiled at him. It was a warm and beautiful smile, but held a promise of carnal gratification that made the blood in Harry's veins rush just a little faster to see.
"My name," she said in a virtual purr, "Is Aluria."
"Of course and where is Jazz?" Harry asked, wondering how his life never quite seemed to go right even when he was about to get his end away with a beautiful woman.
"I know you don't believe me," Aluria said with a slight smile on her attractive countenance. "But I would never willingly lie to you my Harry."
The possessive in her sentence made Harry look at her sharply, he was a little fed up with being 'owned' in any way shape or form of late.
"Do not take what I say the wrong way my Harry, you are your own person, but I have been waiting centuries for us to meet." Aluria told him with hypnotic assuredness.
"Right, well you've aged well." Harry quipped having nothing better to say.
Aluria threw her head back and laughed a wonderfully throaty laugh that filled the area with little sparkles of light. Perhaps the first clue Harry had seen that perhaps, just perhaps he wasn't dealing with multiple personality disorder. No normal person, nor witch or wizard, literally lights up the area when they laugh. Plus at that very moment in time, he felt 'something', something powerful, but light sided that shock him to the core. It also made him feel very good that he was the one to make her laugh in such a way. It came up through his feet and all the way into his chest and exploded behind his eyes, a sense of pride for making her happy. It was, in truth, a wonderful feeling, but he was also aware that things had gone from strange, to very odd in the space of a laugh.
"Oh don't worry so Harry, it'll age you before your time," Aluria said to him, still comfortable ensconced on his lap. She threaded her arms around his neck and looked deeply into his eyes with an almost mischievous look in her eye. "If you chose wisely young Harry, you and I could have some marvellous fun in the future."
"Choose?" Harry asked looking at her askance.
"Tell me Harry," Aluria said appearing to ignore the question, "What do you want out of life?"
Harry looked at her closely, but she appeared to be serious in her question, "Not a lot really, get through the troubles I have coming as easily as possible with no loss of life, have a future, children perhaps if I'm lucky, not too sure I've not had a chance to think about it."
"I know about your trials Harry, I've been watching you for some time. I know about Voldemort, really I can't imagine why everyone is so scared of him, he's just not that powerful, not in the grand scheme of things, but I imagine he appears that way to Joe or Jane wizard and certainly to Joe or Jane Smith."
Harry's eyes were wide, "Not that powerful," he asked aghast.
"Not really, you could be much more powerful, already are really, you see when Voldemort marked you as his equal, he did that when you were one year old." Aluria told him seriously, "Since then your magic has done what anyone wizard or witches magic does and that is mature, you're already more powerful than him, but there are blocks in place on your magic placed there when he marked you as an equal so you didn't over take him. This is a function of prophesy, and can easily be countered with the right application of time and effort."
"How do you know all this, I though you worked in the city."
"I am not Jasmine Carmichael, I am Aluria, a goddess, and Jasmine is merely an avatar that has allowed m to talk to you today, that and a gift, if you will."
"Gift," Harry asked confused.
"You enjoyed her fellacio did you not?"
"Yes, but oh... urm..."
"Worry not it was a willing gift on her part as well, I do not force, I merely encourage."
Harry still looked a little uncomfortable at that, but Aluria just smiled and some of that discomfort faded, for reasons that Harry couldn't analyze. "But back to Voldemort, in time if you chose to work with me, and not very much time either, I can release the blocks on your mind and your magic."
"Mind," Harry said cottoning onto a single word that made him balk slightly, "What's wrong with my mind."
"Frankly Voldemort is not very bright, and you should be."
"Are you calling me thick," Harry asked incredulously.
"A little perhaps," Aluria said with a soft smile to take the sting out of the words, "But it's not your destiny to be so, your father and mother were both highly gifted individuals, but you have a gift for mere defence, why do you think that is?"
"I thought it was just something I was good at," Harry said looking a little hurt.
"But it is all you are good at except flying a broom, why do you think that is?"
"Perhaps I am rally thick then," Harry said with a huff.
Aluria gently but firmly flicked him on the nose. "You are being held back, you are not stupid you are merely being held back from your full potential."
"How," Harry asked. "Come to think of it, why are you telling me all this anyway. I mean who exactly are you?"
"Very well, I'll cut to the chase somewhat. My name is Aluria, as I have already said. I am the goddess of Lust, and I want you to be my high priest and in return I will shower you with my boons and help you reach your proper potential. This is why I am here; because of another prophesy said to me some 500 years hence about the next High Priest that would come into my life, long after my brother and sister gods had moved on. You are the one, and yes I know another damn prophesy but this one is much better for you personally."
"Great," Harry said deadpan, "Another one."
"Like I said this is much better for you, have you not already enjoyed pleasure such as you have never felt before. Everyday could be like that, only better. Your touch will be the greatest aphrodisiac you can imagine, and if a woman is mildly interested in you, they can be yours with very little effort. Tell me Harry do you enjoy your current life as it stands."
"I was earlier." Harry said still deadpan, then smiled slightly and shook his head, "No I didn't."
Aluria smiled slightly at the past tense in his sentence. She had him already, he just didn't realise it yet. She shifted on his lap slightly taking some more of her own weight, her avatar's long dark hair swinging free around her face as she shot Harry an intense look, "Jasmine wants to fuck you Harry, she wants to scream your name to the heavens while riding your cock so hard you will literally want to cry out yourself. I sense this in her, even now her pussy is moist for you and I have yet to empower you. Imagine any woman you desire being the same way."
Harry's breath caught in the back of his throat until he shook himself slightly, "You're trying to seduce me into this."
"It is my way," Aluria said with a smile, settling back a little, while licking her lips.
Harry was entranced by the movement of her tongue across her lips, but didn't react in anyway. He was, he had to admit, highly curious, he knew that this wasn't a case of some disorder because frankly Aluria was now pumping out some serious power and he had a feeling that it was cloaked too. Everything she said did make sense, and he had always felt something was holding him back. Not that he felt that he was thick or anything; though Aluria obviously didn't rate being equal to Voldemort as being all that impressive and he would have thought it was. The thought that he was actually locked down in some way annoyed him, though it appeared prophesy was doing the work and not say an enemy or friend for the matter. He wanted to 'be all that he could be' as the saying went, that was for sure, but he did want to know more about what Aluria wanted from him. So he said, "What is involved exactly in being your 'High Priest'?"
"Surprisingly, not much," Aluria said with a soft smile, "It was of course different in the old days, but essentially you'll be my conduit here and elsewhere in time. Every time you have sex with a woman, or indeed a man if you swing that way, I will have better access to this realm, or any other you go to. In return I give you some gifts in order to help you essentially sleep with your chosen partners. One day, when you're ready we'll talk more on anything else I may choose to give you, but for now, let's start steady. Go forth and practice the multiplication act as much as possible."
"That might be a problem right there, I'm no Brad Pitt."
"You do yourself a disservice Harry, you're a good looking man, and when I unlock your potential you'll be more so to magical and mundane alike."
"Why is that," Harry asked.
Aluria smiled slightly, "Because pure, raw magical power is enticing all by itself, and even the most - what is it you call them - Muggle, Muggle, will be able to sense YOUR power."
"Will I really be all that much more powerful than I am now?"
"Oh my yes Harry, so very much more powerful, your core is currently being capped at what it was the night you were marked, but it has grown, oh how it has grown since then. Sometime you should read up on this Harry, but essentially around 11 your power core is level enough to begin training, but for ten years it grows like wild fire, with most the original power is tiny, but yours was that of a relatively powerful for your kind wizard at age of one and it hasn't stopped growing because Prophesy has been holding it back and it's been fighting the entire time to come through. You've seen glimpses, like a Patronus that could drive back so many Dementors. Do you honestly think that even your great Dumbledore could have done that? No, he could not have done." Aluria smiled, "You are hundreds, perhaps thousands of times more powerful than you are currently exhibiting."
Harry blanched slightly, "Perhaps I shouldn't seek to uncap my powers then."
"And that is the very reason that I trust you to do so." Aluria said with a soft smile. Then gently she leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips. Given she was the Goddess of lust, it was like being shot with a cattle prod of pure lust and Harry moaned into the back of his throat and had to fight down the urge to throw her back on the couch and have his way with her. It was a close won battle, but wins it he did. He was aware that the point was that she wanted to give him a prize for something, but he wasn't entirely sure what he had done so right to deserve such a kiss. It left a tingle throughout his entire system and felt truly wonderful.
"Now, you know why I am here," Aluria said backing away and allowing the cobwebs to clear somewhat from Harry's brain. "You know what I want and why I want it, do you have an answer for me Harry so I can bestow my gifts upon you, or do you wish some time to think."
"You're being honest with me, I can sense that, but then if you're a goddess perhaps that isn't real?"
"Oh I am not doing half the things I could be to convince you," Aluria said shifting so that Jasmine's skirt slid up to show stocking tops and reaching out and placing Harry's hands on the lace of them. An alluring smile lit her face up and she whispered, "Nor shall I," she told him, removing his hands. The message was clear, he was young and she was well versed in seduction, he wouldn't stand a chance if she wasn't playing fair and she did appear to want to.
"I'm worried this is all a trick," Harry confided in her.
"It isn't," she told him seriously. "I can make your life, wondrously better, if you but give me a chance. Perhaps a demonstration is in order?"
"What sort of demonstration," Harry asked honestly curious.
"Give me three days," Aluria said, "I will give you access to some small percentage of the full gift, and you will soon see the benefits, and after I leave this Avatar, Jasmine will take you to the heights of pleasure, consider that one a freebie."
"I don't want her doing anything she doesn't want to."
"Have I not already told you that she does want it, and badly. I merely led her back from work earlier so she could see you, the rest she did herself, leading to the point that I could contact you. She will know nothing of this meeting and will want to continue from where she left off."
"I'm... I'm a virgin."
"I know," Aluria said with a smile, "Is this not a wonderful way to get rid of that pesky virginity?"
Harry worried his lip, churning things over in his mind, "What do you have to lose," Aluria asked, "If after three day's you are not convinced that I will improve your life, then I will - sadly - depart, but depart I will."
"Free will is important then?"
"Got it in one Harry, there is a power higher than my own that I must adhere to, even I have rules of engagement as it were," She said with a chuckle that did wonderful things to Harry's libido.
"Three days," Harry said in question.
"Three days," she assured him. "After that we'll talk again."
"Very well, I accept," Harry said with a firm nod.
Aluria smiled, leant forward and captured his lips in a scorching kiss.
Harry felt the transition this time, he felt Aluria slip away and the power levels in the room return to normal and a giggle in the back of his mind as Jasmine returned to control of her body. If anything the kiss became more desperate and passionate. Her tongue delved into his mouth and duelled with his own in an ages old erotic dance that drove up his temperature to dangerous levels and got the blood flowing freely. He gently pushed back on Jasmine's arms, causing her to break the kiss and look at him curiously with her wonderful twinkling dark eyes.
"Are you sure you want to do this," Harry felt he had to ask.
Jazz smiled that amazingly perky smile, lilting with sexuality and pressed forwards again, her lips meeting his again easily as he wasn't exactly fighting her off. They kissed for a long moment, Harry becoming amazingly stoked as the beautiful woman fierily and with abandon kissed the breath out of his body.
"God, you can kiss," Jazz said backing away slightly and toying with the buttons on her blouse. Her smile was wicked and the look behind her eyes promised satisfaction of a kind that spoke to his inner Neanderthal. He wanted her, he wanted her more than he had wanted any other woman he had met and it was exciting and enticing and a little scary, but he wasn't known as brave for nothing. This was going to be his first time and he had already enjoyed himself immensely even with the strange interlude with a goddess. This proved once more to him, that nothing could go normally in his life. Then again, he had a beautiful vivacious woman sat astride his lap looking at him like no other woman had ever done in his life. It was an empowering feeling to be desired; it made him feel strong, wanted, and powerful to see that look in her dark eyes.
"Touch me Harry," she purred at him, reaching for his hands and bringing them up to her breasts and mashing them against her blouse covered chest. He could feel the lace of her bra through the silky material of her shirt and beneath that the wonderful full feeling of pert breasts pressing against his palms. It was the first time he had touched a woman's breasts and it was an intense feeling, they were soft and had weight and he could make out her excitement from the hardness of her nipple pressing into his palms, which were quickly becoming sweaty.
Harry was becoming dangerously over stimulated in fact and was about as hard as he could ever remember being in his entire life, it was pressing into her thigh and was causing Jazz to smile at him with a sexually charged look. "I do so love the size of your cock darling," she told him letting go of his hands and palming his hardness, squeezing and palpating him with her hands sending thrills throughout his central nervous system that were shocking in their intensity.
"That feel good Harry darling," she breathed, arching her back and pressing her breasts further into his grip.
"Oh Merlin yes," Harry breathed.
"Good, I want this to be amazing," she told him smiling at him with carnal intent. Her lower body was moving now, rubbing herself against his thigh as she toyed with his manhood, enticing herself against him as she drove him insane with lust at the same time. He could feel the moist heat of her pussy even through her silky knickers and it was the most amazing feeling of his life. She let go with one hand, upping the pressure with the other on his hardness and then slowly dragged her hand up her body in enticing ways until her fingers were at her rouged lips. Then she gently and with mounting pressure sucked a single finger into her mouth looking him directly in the eye. This brought back to his mind the feeling of her mouth around his member with intense clarity and then she popped the finger out from pursed lips with a small wet noise that hit him straight in the libido. She sat up a little so she was kneeling astride him, meaning he was missing her heat already and then hitched up her skirt before sinking her hand between her legs, moving it in a way that Harry couldn't see, but then he heard it, almost sensed it as her long slender finger parted her labia and sank into the moist furnace of her pussy as she began to slowly and teasingly pleasure herself over him.
"Oh fucking hell," Harry breathed, now insanely over stimulated at the sight of her and the sounds of moist movement. Her eyes locked onto his like a laser beam and he saw intense desire and lounging in their dark depths. Her lower body moved in a circular motion as her hand was busy between her silken thighs.
"Oh Merlin," he said now trying desperately to hold onto a shred of control.
"Touch me here Harry," she breathed throatily, her hand still working its magic in what appeared to be a circular pattern.
He moved a hand from her wonderfully soft mounds and then trailed it down her soft body and then finally up her stocking clad thigh and between her silken smooth thighs, feeling immediately the intense furnace like heat of her pussy as he put his hand over hers as she pleasured herself. It was the single most erotic thing he had ever seen or done in his life, and while that wasn't saying much he knew he was going to remember this for some time to come. Her hand shifted and trapped his against her naked pussy and the puffy labia that guarded her entrance. Acting on instinct he pushed a single finger between her slick folds and looked into her beautiful eyes as they became erotically charged with an intense passion, then his finger slipped slowly and intently between her lips and into the tight heat of her beautiful pussy itself. The heat was staggering and it was wonderfully tight and wonderful and amazing and a whole host of words that Harry just didn't have the mental wherewithal to come up with.
Her lids became heavy as she looked down at him and a small sexy smile curled her generous lips. "That's good," she told him huskily.
Still acting mostly on instinct, almost like someone was whispering instructions, Harry began to move his hand back and forth, rubbing the flat of his palm against her pussy while his finger sank deeper into her moist heat. His thumb flicked against her clitoris causing her to let out a sharp sigh and make her smile become more pronounced. "That's it baby, just the way I like it," she spurned him on, moving against him on the next thrust, sending his finger deeper into her core and eliciting another sound from her, this time a throaty moan that went deep into Harry's psyche and if anything made him even harder than before. This seemed to draw her attention back to the hardness in her delicate hand and she began to slowly, almost lovingly stroke him with sure, lazy movements of her hand.
"I'm going to ride you so hard baby," she told him, speeding her ministrations slightly, still teasingly slow but driving him closer to the boil now, rather than the oddly relaxing movement of her hand previously. "I want to feel that monster pushing my walls apart, driving, thrusting deep into my body and making me scream in pleasure." She said, almost quoting Aluria. "I want to feel you cum inside me, and then I'm going to make you hard again with my mouth and let you take me up the arse. Then you can spunk on my face and tits," she said breathing harder with each word. "Once you've painted me white I'm going to get really dirty." She told him, thrusting against his questing hand, her pupils dilating radically as she rode his hand. "Would you like to fuck me like a depraved whore Harry?" She asked her voice little more than a drawn out moan undulated words and phrases in a way that caused Harry blood flow issues.
"Oh fucking hell," Harry breathed, revelling in the single most erotic moment of his life. Her hand was moving more swiftly up and down his shaft now, making his balls tighten slightly as she worked him with almost fervour.
"Fuck it," she snapped suddenly, getting off of him suddenly. Before Harry had a chance to ask what was going on, she hooked her thumbs into her silken knickers and drew them quickly down shapely legs to the floor and kicked them off her high heels. Next her skirt followed and then her blouse floated over her shoulder in a flurry of activity. Smiling into his eyes she more slowly took off her bra, teasingly revealing more creamy flesh to his excited eyes. Finally the material of her bra popped over her soft mounds, revealing them in the full glory each tipped with a rock hard and dark nipple that begged to be kissed. But Jazz was having none of that even as Harry reached for her, she grabbed his arms, pressed them over his head and climbed back over him, moving her lower body so that her wet pussy rubbed up his entire length till the tip was in the right place, then with a single hand she reached down and guided him into her hot vagina.
Harry had some of the worst forms of pain ever inflicted on him in the past, and this was on par but only in the other direction as her pussy gripped all around his rock hard shaft in ever increasing depth, slowly but surely taking him deep into her body. It was hot, tight as could be and so very, very hot it also blanked his mind entirely for a moment. It was like the Crucio flipped over as every nerve in his body seemed to sing the praises of her body gripping his in a firm molten grip that slid down his entire length.
Jazz let out a protracted moan as she took him inch by inch into the depths of her pussy, her eyes gong wider and wider with each downward movement. "Fuck you're a good size," she breathed as she finally had taken all she could; she adjusted her position slightly and rocked a little. This in turn caused Harry to let out his own protracted moan and smile widely. This was the best thing ever, this was better than anything he could think of, even flying, better than winning against - what's-his-name, and just about anything else he could think of. It was wonderful, slick and hot and tight and beautiful.
"Oh god," Jazz breathed, leaning forward slightly and lifting her rear only to push back down again, the pulse of pleasure that swam up from his loins almost undid Harry, but he knew the longer he held on the better because he did NOT want this to end anytime soon. Luckily she had already taken the edge off him, but it was already a closely run thing. He couldn't believe how tight she was, how hot, how wet as he pussy gripped and released and gripped some more as she slowly worked her way up and down his length.
"Oh god," Harry breathed, out of his mind with pleasure, "Oh god," he breathed again, opening his eyes to look at the most beautiful sight he had seen. Jazz with her lips parted and a slightly shocked but highly pleasured look on her face as she concentrated on working up and down his shaft. Her breathing was hard, her cheeks flush with pleasure and as he looked down he could see her free swinging breasts and rock hard nipples that seemed even darker than before. Further still he could see the muscles moving in her thighs as she tensed and released to move herself, her stockings stretched over them in enticing ways. He decided there and then it was something he liked a lot, more perhaps than he should because the extra titillation was driving him dangerously close to the edge. So he looked back up into her eyes, which was a mistake, because beyond the slightly stunned look, they were wonderfully erotic and beautiful and held in the depths something he never thought to see, and that was desire for him which came off her in intense waves. He could almost taste the emotion coming off her as she locked eyes with him, and the look held in their depths was even more titillating than the rest of her.
"Never, had such a perfect... fit... before," she told him, breathing hard. "So intense, so hard, I can feel every vein in your wonderful cock Harry." Her voice was husky with desire and as erotic as her eyes. "So intense," she breathed, "I think I might - Ohh - cum."
Harry swallowed hard, and nodded at her, a small sexy smile appeared on her face as she locked eyes with him again, "Then cum darling, I want to feel it deep in my pussy."
"Kids," Harry said in a strangled voice.
Her expression cleared from confusion after a moment and she smiled, "Pill," she replied, then grunted and squeezed down low causing Harry to moan louder than ever. "I want it, give it to me."
"Gah," Harry expressed as she began to speed up, her mouth opened and a host of delightful noises spilled from her full lips with each and every thrust. Harry in the meantime was doing his best to hold on, but it was increasingly an impossible task.
"Want it," Jazz said with a grunting groan. Her breasts were bouncing now with her movements.
It was all beginning to get too much for Harry and his hands fisted in the sofa's material coverings as he held on for dear life.
"Oh god," Jazz said suddenly freezing as he entire body then began to convulse as an earth shattering Orgasm ripped through her system. This added to her tightness as her vaginal walls fluttered around his hardness and Harry too lost it, with a roar he came, and came hard within her beautiful body and the two lovers became totally lost in each other's eyes as their joint orgasm washed through them.
After a moment Jazz flopped forward onto his chest breathing Hard, and Harry looked down at her dark locks in shock. He could feel her entire body against him and it felt wonderful, and in truth, it was exciting him again already.
After a moment Jazz propped herself up and looked him directly in the eyes with a slightly naughty but surprised look in their depths, "Again...Already?"
* * *
The Next Morning, 4am
Jasmine literally toppled off of Harry's sweaty body, her entire body aflame with the last orgasm she had just had. They had finally made it up to her well appointed bedroom, and the bed - eventually. She had done thins with her new lover that she wouldn't ever dream of doing normally with another man, especially one as young as Harry was, thankfully he was at least legal. She in fact had indeed been depraved with him, let him do whatever he could think of and when those ideas had dried up she had thrown a few of her own into the mix as well. She had been very naughty, and what's more she didn't care one jot. In fact if he asked, she would right this second go out into the street and do him in full view of the neighbours. She was, in short, his, one hundred percent his, and it was quite daunting to realise that fact. He had been a virgin at the start, and had still brought her off in ways that no other man had come close to.
She glanced over at him and saw the happy smile on his face and the steady rise and fall of his chest. A small smile lit up her face, he had been virtually insatiable through the evening and then night until finally it appeared she had sated him for a while. She could already see that his member wasn't flagging that much and that alone made him unique. She was sure if she woke him up he would be ready to go again, and while that was tempting, frankly she was a little sore. They had literally shagged each other's brains out for quite some time and she felt amazing, while still being sore. But, she realised, she would happily go again if he wanted, despite the soreness. She was utterly at his command now. She had never felt like that with a man before, and it was intoxicating to feel it now. She was a modern woman, she had looked after herself for as long as she could remember and she was his so utterly that it just felt right now.
It didn't make sense, she certainly wasn't in love with him... part of him perhaps, but not in love with his soul or anything like that; this was about lust - pure and simple lust. From the moment she had spotted him working topless in her garden she had wanted him, and now she had him, she would do anything to keep him. Normally the shoe was on the other foot in her experience, but this time she was the one that could quite happily call herself sex slave. Her relationships in the past had always been led by her wishes, but this time, well if he said now she would go down on him in the middle of a shopping centre if that's what he so desired. Odd that it felt liberating instead of the other way around really, but it did, it was liberating like she didn't have to worry about it, about anything to do with the 'relationship' that was up to Harry to decide and she would quite willing go with what he said on the matter, hell she would share a bed if he wanted and that wasn't something she had thought about before, except hat time in college.
Staring up at the ceiling Jazz let out a contented sigh then turned over and curled against her new lover, oddly he seemed more filled out than she remembered from earlier. Which was fine by her, he'd been nice to look at before, now he had definition, probably from the exercise they had partaken in, it was very nice to look at.
She breathed out another sigh, and felt Harry's arm come up around her, and she felt... safe and wanted and desired. It was a wonderful feeling, she had to admit.
* * *
Harry walked down the street, occasionally glancing back to where Jazz was watching him walk down the street with a spring to his step. Oddly after everything they had done the night before and then into the morning and in fact shortly before he had left, he didn't feel in the slightest bit tired. He, in fact, felt more alive than he could ever remember feeling before. He felt healthy, relaxed and more than a little happy. Some of the things he had gotten up to the night before were probably illegal in some parts of the world but he didn't care, he would always remember them fondly and with a large smile on his face, especially since Jazz had said, "Same time next week," to him as he had left. He knew she wasn't talking about gardening.
His mood down shifted slightly when he saw the gloomy abode in which he had to spend his life during the summer, but even the thought of the Dursley's couldn't dampen it all that much.
As luck would have it, he had accidentally timed things perfectly, none of the gits were up yet, and he was able to make his way to the room undetected. He was well aware that they wouldn't have missed him the night before, as they had planned to get in a take away, thus freeing him from his cooking duties. Which meant it was highly likely they thought he had been in his room the entire time.
Once up in his room, he sat on his lumpy bed with a content sigh then took in a deep breath, his face then crinkled in slight disgust. "Wow I stink," he noted to no one in particular. With that thought in mind, he quickly made his way to the bathroom, disrobed and hopped in for a quick functional shower. Oddly he wasn't sore at all, nor did he ache or anything, so he merely washed his body as efficiently as possible and walked back in his room. Once he was there he walked towards his bed and came to a total stand still, "Jazz?" he said to the beautiful and sexily posed woman on his bed. His voice was low in deference to the slumbering gits in the place, but his tone held total shock. Long dark locks were shaken and Harry frowned for a second, "Aluria?"
"That's the one," Aluria said, "Don't worry, Jasmine is currently flat out after calling in sick to work because frankly my darling boy you totally tired her out."
"Oh, urm..."
"Don't worry; she hardly regrets having the best sex of her life - or the most pornographic. Who knew you had it in you, Harry," Aluria said with a sexy chuckle. "Well - apart from me of course."
"Right," Harry said blushing like a virgin bride. "Urm... not to sound rude, but why, are you here, only they'll be up soon."
"Don't worry about them anymore Harry, after today you won't even be living here."
Harry frowned, though the thought gave him the right kind of shivers. "How come," he asked?
"In a short while, you're going to receive a letter, this is not something I have done, but your Godfather, and because of him you'll be able to truly restart your life as you see fit."
"Well that sounds good," Harry admitted, "But why are you here telling me this, instead of waiting until the letter arrived."
"Because it's important that you actually act on the letter and not trust that your Headmaster will sort things out for you."
"Hey now, I'm not that much of a follower am I?"
"You were, but you do not need to be any longer."
Harry frowned heavily at that thought, "Should I not trust him then?"
"That's entirely up to you Harry; I make no recommendation either way."
"That would make a change in my life."
"I can guide you, if you so wish, and will on occasion pop in if you accept fully my gift, but your life is yours to lead as you see fit."
Harry thought this was a rather liberating view on the way his life normally went, he would like a guide all the same though, and Aluria seemed genuinely interested in being that guide, and she certainly hadn't steered him wrong so far, in fact she had been the forerunner to the best experience in Harry's life to date, and he had a feeling that she would be the beginning of something amazing. He had truly enjoyed the night before in a way that was quite outside of his experience to date.
"I'd like a guide," Harry said finally with a slight smile on his face. "I'm certainly interested in your offer I'll admit, but I have to be cautious after everything that has happened in my life so far."
"Go with what you believe Harry, that's my best advice at the moment."
"I will," Harry said with a nod of his head.
"Now, that letter will be arriving soon," Aluria told him with a soft smile on Jazz's face. "So I'll be leaving you for the moment. If you need me - just call my name."
"I will," Harry said with a rare true smile.
Aluria disappeared with little fanfare, there one second and a blink and gone the next. Harry felt her parting quite seriously for someone he had known for such a short time, but then she had also shown up in her Jazz guise, and he had formed a serious bond with Jazz herself during the night. As much as he was a teenager, he also had partaken in some serious sex with Jazz and to do that, he had given of himself just a little, and he suspected that the same was true the other way around. So there was a bond there, and it was something he was determined to explore later on, oddly though he wasn't feeling tired, in fact he felt invigorated from their night of sexual Olympics. It was like it had charged him up in some way he found difficult to define.
Just then he spotted an owl, a large one at that, flying towards his open window and smiled slightly. It alighted to his window sill as he was already reaching for the owl treats.
After he fed it a few, he took the parchment scroll from its leg and unfurled it his eyes flicking across the document, just taking it in.
A smile traced its way up onto his face as he read and reached his eyes a few moments later. He was due for a will reading soon, and he had to get his arse to London somehow and somewhat quickly as well.
* * *
Gringotts, London
Getting to London had proven to be easier than Harry had at first thought. It was amazing what you could do with some Muggle money and an invisibility cloak. He had gotten out of his house with the cloak and then caught a train to London from the local station. All in all it was really quite simple; as far as he could tell he had not picked up any tails and was in the clear. No doubt he would get it in the ear later, but for the moment he was okay.
He made his way into Diagon by essentially nicking someone's cloak on the way through the pub and then pulling up the hood as far as it would go, putting his scar into hiding. Then he had simply walked through the alley towards the bank, which was thankfully, not all that far away.
Apparently the best way to deal with some problems was actually the most simple and straightforward way, and that he had been over thinking things somewhat.
He walked up to the nearest teller in the bank that was free at that time of the mid morning and introduced himself. He was then led through the banks many corridors to a large door at the end.
"Come," a gravelly voice requested and Harry was left to open the door and walked through carefully. He saw a stately looking office furnished in the old style with a truly antique looking desk that just reeked of old money and a high-backed chair in which an elderly goblin was sat.
"Welcome Mr Potter," it said with a terrifying smile that showed many teeth. "I am Fliptrask, and I own Trusts."
"Hello urh... Fliptrask," Harry said smiling a little in return then walking up to the desk and waited to be invited to sit down. The goblin eyed him for a long moment and then smiled a little wider and motioned to the chair, "Take a seat Mr Potter, and we'll begin."
"I got here as soon as I could, I hope that was alright," Harry said taking a seat.
"Indeed it was, and I thank you for taking the time to see me on this day. We were a little worried that you would not be able to come, of course had that happened then your trust might have been forfeited."
"Then I'm doubly glad that I came of my own accord." Harry said smirking slightly.
The goblin eyed him for a moment before laughing, "Should we expect your minder soon?"
"I hope not, I left no clue of where I was going," Harry said quite seriously, "I even have your letter with me."
"Well thought out Mr Potter, then we should make a solid start just in case. Essentially you are here for the will reading of Baron Sirius Orion Black. It is a simple will for one thing. If you would like to sign these papers," he said handing over a sheaf of parchment, "then you will not only be adopted into the Black family, you will then be released again as an emancipated adult Wizard. I realize that you only have a year left until your majority but if you take this rather radical seeming step, then we'll have much more to discuss, but the decision is yours."
Harry answered that by signing every single last piece of parchment where it was indicated that he should. Then he handed the lot back to the still smiling Goblin.
"Excellent," Fliptrask said beaming at him, "Now you get everything from the Black estate, and I mean everything and as Sirius Black was NOT legally held to trial then he was fully able to make changes to his will, and any legality are free and clear for us to continue. We at Gringotts have made doubly sure of the legality of this for our client's benefit because the Black account is substantial, but not, as substantial as the Potter account. You may not realise this but the Potter trust account that you have been using is but a small percentage of the full holdings of the Potters. Now you are legally at least of age, being that you are emancipated, then the Potter will comes into play and you of course are the single beneficiary of that trust as well."
Harry sat back a little in his chair and said, "Oh, and what does that mean for me urm... Fliptrask, if I may call you that?"
"Of course you may, perhaps I could call you Harry?" Fliptrask said with a secretive gleam in his expression.
"Of course," Harry said smiling slightly.
Fliptrask beamed at him again and continued, "Essentially put, you are now a very rich young man Harry, everything from both the Black and Potter coffers is now yours, the vaults the properties and every single business are now yours to take control of. These cover everything from the sale and creation of Parchment to several farms and even the supply of other items that come from the Muggle world. Between the two accounts you ave control over a substantial amount of the Wizarding economy. I suspect that there are some in our world that will not be heartened to hear this and if not for Baron Blacks will and you arriving today then these things would have been hidden from you for some time, and the black account would have gone to the Malfoy's as the next in line."
"Good job I got here then isn't it," Harry said with a grin. "I was told it would be a good idea, and apparently she was right."
He felt a feather light caress on his mind and smiled slightly when he recognised the touch as belonging to his new sponsor, rather than someone trying to access his mind.
"Now," Fliptrask continued, "Let's begin with signing a few more papers shall we?"
Then he pulled a large sheaf of parchment from a folder and Harry had to stifle a groan.
* * *