It was somewhat later in the day after setting up his new home a little and Harry was taking a short break. Given his inheritances and his new holdings he was surprisingly rich now and that day he had certainly taken part in a little spending madness. This included lot's of new clothes to replace his old ones, stuff that actually fit and a host of gizmo's and the alike, all of which were magical in some way. He had spent several hours in Diagon alone and now he was fully planning on leaving the confines of the Wizarding world and heading into London proper.
He was also thinking about Aluria, and how things had been going for him personally since she had come into his life. There was Jazz for one thing and that was certainly a big thing as he had some of the best experiences of his life in her house. Then he had an inheritance that gave him freedom that he might well have missed without Aluria's advice to actually take the bull by the horns. To think that the Black fortune would have passed to the Malfoy's was a frightening one as it would have been used to go into Voldemort's coffers of that Harry was sure. Now he had it instead and while he was enjoying the feeling of being rich he wanted to put his money to work for him. He didn't just want to rest on his laurels and the hard work of his predecessor's who had made that fortune, he wanted to make even more money for perhaps his own progeny.
Of course there was also the small matter that he was the head of no less than four different families, The Potter's, The Blacks, The Harkness' and The Franklins. Two of which he had never heard of course but according to the paper work Fliptrask had given him he had to arrange something to take care of the future of these families. He could either Marry four times, or arrange a proxy for these families, though he had to at least be married twice, which was passing strange, or the Blacks would pass to the next in line, namely the Malfoy's. He couldn't allow that to happen, but it was hard to imagine that any wife he took would be interested in being part of a plural marriage, and if he couldn't find a proxy he'd have to do it four times.
That was odd to say the least for a bloke brought up in the Muggle world.
Harry took a swig of his strong black coffee and turned his attention to something he could deal with. Namely shopping in London, he had a lot of things he wanted to buy, things he had never even had a chance of getting when living at his Aunt and Uncles. He wanted a games station, he wanted a Computer and he wanted electronic toys to come out of his ears and he wanted them now!
He smiled slightly, left a tip for the waitress and then left heading out towards the entrance of the Alley.
Knightsbridge, London, Evening.
Harry took a breath, the first for seemingly a long while. He had walked his way around and taxied his way around London for most of the day and had used a special bag he had brought in Diagon to hide all his purchases. Frankly he was slightly worried that shrinking his new toys would do them damage but given he had brought a TV that was bigger than one of the walls of his old room he'd had to do something to transport them around. It hadn't ended there either; once he had gotten going it had been so hard to stop. There were all sorts of toys and gadgets in the Mundane world that were just as compelling as the magical world had and he should know as he had brought most of them. Frankly he wasn't sure quite what he was going to do with all he had brought, but having money for the first time had turned his head a little and he'd just gone spending mad. He dreaded to think how much he had spent that afternoon alone, but was fairly sure he had made no real dent in even his interest payments.
Harry looked around, the one thing he hadn't even started to buy was clothing, Knightsbridge was a rather well to do area, but if he was going to seriously contemplate Aluria's offer then he NEEDED to change his image. A ragamuffin had indeed landed him Jazz but he doubted that would last with other women, he needed to update both his clothing and find a style for himself and this appeared to be a good place to do it. In fact as his eyes cast around he spotted a likely looking suspect just off the main areas in an alleyway just visible to his gaze. The clothing in the window looked like good quality but at the same time it wasn't too much either. Adjusting his rucksack like bag over his shoulder Harry set off towards the alley and then the shop.
A bell dinged over the doorway as he walked through it and a very bored but astoundingly beautiful shop assistant looked over at him, "May I help you." She said, though her tone said that she doubted she could.
"Actually, I'm hoping you can," Harry said with a smile into the brunette's rather interesting blue eyes. They were quite bright for a woman with such dark hair and it was a startling combination that was attractive as it was unusual. Then she stepped from behind the counter and Harry almost started to salivate. It appeared that Nature was an unfair maiden it created people like the Dursley's who some of the most unattractive folk in both looks and acts and then she went and created a woman with a beautiful body, face and eyes. If she had a brain to go with her looks Harry might have to marry her. She was quite tall, coming in just over Harry's own height, though with the heels she was wearing she might actually be the same height. Her legs were perfectly turned as if from a master's lave shown to perfect effect by the above knee skirt she was wearing, covered in black nylon that whispered sexy nothings as she walked. She had on a form fitting purple blouse in the shirt style with a button undone at the top which covered a rather shapely bust that was quite generous on her slender frame. Her long dark hair swung past her shoulders and nearly down to her buttocks at the back but somehow perfectly framed her rather enticing looks.
Full lips twisted into a half smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, which were still showing boredom though the beginnings of amusement were stirring at Harry's gobsmacked expression.
"Sorry - what," Harry stammered.
"What can I do for you?"
'Oh god lots', Harry thought, but outwardly said, "I need a total wardrobe conversion."
"Indeed," she said in a good middle class English accent, not cut glass but showing hints of a good education.
She looked at the young man who could be anything up to 10 years her junior with a speculative eye. She had to admit he was good looking, and his eyes were startling, she had never before seen such a shade of green in a human being, they really stood out against his tanned face and dark hair. He was looking at her like a starving man, but she was fairly used to that, and while he was younger there was 'something' about him she liked. A sense of power about him that few aspired to let alone actually had, it tingled through the air around him and as she got closer she could feel it caressing her skin like a lover. All in all it was rather enticing, rather like the man himself. Though he was right, he badly needed a new wardrobe, as he appeared to be wearing someone else's clothing which was at least four sizes too big for him. It was old and worn as well, which made her think it was hand me down clothing from a somewhat larger relative, though whom ever had dressed this young man before her in such clothes should be shot for wasting such good material. Where his top clung to him she could make out hard muscle, the sort that people worked hard for, but only the hard working ever really got.
He was fairly tall, though shorter than her in heels, and slender while having a good musculature that she wouldn't mind exploring a little.
"The first thing we need to do is measure you," she said her tone professional even as her eyes sparkled slightly mischievously.
"Okay, I'll leave myself in your capable hands then," Harry said smiling widely.
The Sales, Assistant then walked over to the counter and picked up a tape measure which she allowed to uncoil to the floor and then picked up the end by running it through her hands. "Arm's out please." She said, and then leaned in close. Her personal smell a mixture of vanilla and musk hit Harry's nostrils like a pleasant head on collision and a waft of her shampoo mixed in as well as she virtually hugged him to get his chest measurement.
"I'm Harry," Harry said, feeling an introduction was in order for such an up close and personal experience.
"Natalie," the beautiful assistant replied, blushing slightly as she purposefully ran her hands across hard planes of muscle as she retracted the tape measure. She'd been right he certainly had a good body. Then she kneeled before him scattering all his thoughts to the wind as she took his waist and then inside leg measurement.
Harry nearly went cross eyed at some of the images appearing in his head at that move, but managed to keep his cool as she worked. He knew it didn't mean anything sexual, but his mind did like to play with him. The fact was that he wanted her badly didn't help matters either.
Natalie took that moment to look up at him preparing to say something when the words were stolen right out of her mouth. His eyes were burning for her in a way that was quite outside of her experience, if she didn't know better it was almost like they were glowing slightly. It was an intensely erotic sight that reached deep into her and awoke something she had even dreamed about herself. Suddenly she wanted him badly too, in all sorts of ways that her Aunt and Uncle who were religious as hell would not approve of. She wanted to take him there and then, only the open shop window stopping her for reaching for his belt buckle and seeing how big he was, in the flesh.
Their eyes locked for a long moment where they quite forgot why they were they were or why there were doing anything. Then the moment passed and Natalie looked away blushing vividly. Her pupils were dilated in such a way though that the entire hue of her eyes had changed to a darker form and she had to wet her lips and her breathing was ragged and coming in pants. That had been the most charged moment in her life. She started to get up when Harry reached out and helped her along with his hand in hers and then all thoughts went out of her head. His touch was like fire and obscenely good and quite outside of her experience and it was all she could do not to launch herself at him and capture his lips in a searing kiss unlike any she had partaken in before.
It was strange, but as a beautiful woman she was used to men panting after her, and here was this young man, younger than her at least, who was causing her to literally pant for him, she was moistened already and all that from one look and a touch. She actually physically shivered slightly contemplating what sex would be like with him.
Once she was to her feet he thankfully let go before things went too far, it was just possible she supposed that he didn't know the effect he was having on her, but she seemed to be having an effect on him as well, though it didn't seem as pronounced as the one happening to her.
Harry smiled in a way that made her knee's weak, and to think she was going to kick him out when he first came in, now she was having thoughts on how to keep him in the shop for as long as possible. Of course the easiest way to do that was to take him out to the break room and fellate him until he begged her to stop and while she knew she was good at that particular act, she was going to go out of h way to improve for him. Something was calling; no screaming to her from him, drawing her to him like nothing in her life had done before. She knew she was going to sleep with him, she already knew that, and they had only just passed names back and forth. She wanted nothing more than to entice him back there right now in fact, but was currently at a loss on how to do that without coming over as just plain odd.
"Can I blow you," she said then looked horrified.
"Sorry what," Harry said his face confused.
"Can I help you... get some clothing in the right sizes," Natalie burbled.
"Urh... sure," Harry said shaking his head slightly; he wanted her badly enough he was actually hearing things.
"Right, well, I think dark colours." Natalie said switching to a professional demeanour to cover her slip up. She quickly started to grab off the rack items in his size and laying them out of the counter as business like as she could, though she kept shooting him glances as she did so. Harry seemed utterly unaware of the effect he was having on her though, and she was beginning to doubt herself, which was not something she was used to as it pertained to the opposite sex.
"That's... a lot of clothes."
"We can pare that down as you try them on... Harry." Natalie said with her best smile. She bit one lip between perfect white teeth as he smiled back at her, leaning against the counter for support as her knees went weak again.
"Right, so - changing room then?"
"It's around the corner near the break room."
Harry did wonder why she blushed as she said that.
15 Minutes Later
Harry looked at himself in the mirror, he had to give Natalie one thing, she knew what she was doing; even he thought he looked pretty good in the clothing she had chosen for him. In fact he was seriously contemplating buying the lot, as it all seemed to fit just perfect ly and look good. He glanced at the last of the selection Natalie had chosen for him and then reached for his shirt tossing it off over his head to the floor and started on his belt buckle, then his fly when he came across a slight problem.
"Bugger," he emoted.
A slightly muffled voice called in through the changing room door, "Everything alright in there." In the 15 minutes that Harry had been in the changing room Natalie had managed to glean some control over herself but it was a close run thing.
"I'm stuck," Harry said sounding embarrassed.
"I'm sorry," Natalie asked sounding confused.
"Urh... My Fly it's stuck."
"Oh... urm... I'm coming in - okay?"
"Oh, okay."
The door opened and Natalie took in a breath and blinked a few times. He was standing shirtless and he looked like a young god to her, all chiselled pectoral's and a washboard stomach. He was no body builder but he obviously looked after himself. Just her type of man in fact, not obsessed with themselves but not letting go either.
She walked into the cubicle, which was actually quite roomy, plenty of room for the two of them and then reached out slightly silently asking permission.
"Urh sure - go ahead. If not I'll have to buy these anyway and cut myself out of them." Harry said with a slight laugh. Natalie smiled into his eyes and then reached to his fly and tugged at it. Nothing happened so she got a more determined look on her attractive countenance and knelt down to get a better angle. She pulled down as hard as she could. It held for a moment and then shot down at speed. As Harry had already undone his belt the trousers dropped to the floor taking his too big boxers for the ride.
"Oh shit," Harry said trying to cover up, but Natalie actually caught his hands before he managed it, her eyes fixed to his semi hardness.
She slowly licked her lips and then looked up at him with a beguiling look in her pretty eyes. "I want to suck it, can I suck it?"
Harry's face was nonplussed for a moment before it cleared and he smiled, he was not a fool. "Sure."
She let go of his arms, from where she had caught him and licked her full lips again, her eyes fixed on his manhood, "Has anyone ever told you that you're a good size?" Her tone was hypnotically intense as she reached out and fondled his sack with one hand, just toying with it for a moment; the sensation of course took him from semi to quickly hard as she moved long slender fingers around his balls.
"Urh... yeah"
"I'm not surprised, I was thinking about this the entire time you were in here," she admitted, "God I'm so wet right now I bet you could just take me now - no foreplay."
Harry was tempted to do just that, but currently he had the promise of a blow job and if Jazz had taught him anything, that was not an offer to refuse.
"I don't normally do this," She said, "but something about you makes me so badly want to." She breathed moving closer to his now proudly standing member. "Just give me this, if nothing else." She breathed her soft breath tickling the taught skin of his cock. Then her mouth parted and soft silken lips attached themselves to his shaft as she suckled up and down him with slow sure movements.
Harry let out a breath through his nose, resting a hand on her long hair, riding her motion as she expertly mouthed up and down his length. She teased the major vein along the base of his shaft until she reached his crown and supple lips spread themselves slowly and teasingly around it, spreading and becoming more pale as they did so, until his crown slipped into the intense heat of her beautiful mouth, her undulating tongue pleasuring him in ways that even Jazz hadn't managed as it seemed to curl around his cocks head and tease the tight skin it was comprised of. It was a wonderfully erotic feeling and blew his mind for a moment, causing him to lean back against the wall and just ride the pleasurable wave of it.
Her hand was busy as she began to stroke him, slowly at first twisting to give more pleasure as it moved up and down his length, bringing him ever closer to nirvana. It was slow, it was sexy and it was intensely erotic. Jazz had been like a storm, intense and incredible but Natalie was proving to be like a summer rain, slower but just as amazing a function of nature. Her tongue slid around his member as she took him deeper into the intensity of her mouth, her full lips splaying around his girth smearing waxy lipstick on his member. She took a breath through her nose and pushed forward slightly taking him even deeper until her tongue was laying flat on the underside of his manhood inside her mouth. Somehow she managed to make it undulate there; teasing him further into pleasurable heights and making him groan aloud and hold her hair a little tighter.
She knew what she was doing Harry had to hand it to her, already he felt like he could burst and she had only just begun, of course it didn't hurt that he was looking down at the rather beautiful woman that had his manhood entrenched inside the heat of her pretty mouth. There was something amazingly beautiful to his eye for that. Frankly Jazz had been a blur the first time, riding so high he was on the pleasure and newness of it all, but it was by no means less intense because of that, but Natalie was going about it quite differently than Jazz had. She was there to pleasure him, like it was her only wish in the world to give him pleasure and he could sense that about her. Something quite different was happening here, something rather special and he was going to just enjoy it, he had no wish to push her in any direction he was just enjoying her and the pleasure she was bringing to him.
"You realise that you are perhaps the most beautiful woman I have ever seen," Harry said suddenly, wondering where that had come from. Darkly hued blue eyes rolled up to meet his gaze and her cheeks imploded as she sucked just a little bit harder, his eyes seemed to cross for a moment but he held her gaze, her beautiful eyes locked onto his emerald orbs for a long moment. It was an erotic sight as she kneeled before him like that, almost like she was worshipping him in some way and he had to admit it did his ego good. Jazz was of course also a beautiful woman, but Natalie had him coming and going he had to admit. There was a fair bit of intelligence lurking in those azure orbs and he had to admit he liked that about a woman, and while Jazz had an impish quality Natalie was pure erotica wrapped up in a drool worthy woman. Yes, he had to admit, he would love Jazz to the day he died but there was something special going on here with Natalie, something different in its entirety.
She pulled back, her lips caressing every millimetre of his shaft as she did so, her lips curving down across his crown until finally she was kissing the very tip of his cock, then she pushed forward again, her lips splaying around his crown and sucking hard on it for a long moment where Harry literally felt his knee's going weak and a tinkling feeling in his balls, which she was still toying with and then suddenly with no warning she was moving up and down his shaft with speed, her lips sliding all across him and slurping noises coming from where they were joined. Her saliva spread across his entire shaft as she bobbed up and down his length gaining depth with each repetition until finally she pushed forward one last time and took him as deep as she could, looking up at him with innocence quite out of place for the act she had just partaken in. They were smiling at him as well though in a knowing way, that told him she knew exactly what she was doing to him, as in leaving him a panting mess after that and then to top it off she pushed a little further he felt the tightness of her throat and then she swallowed three times in quick succession, her eyes actually watering slightly with the effort of it.
Harry let out a roar of sound, holding off through sheer bloody mindedness and not through any lack of trying on Natalie's part as she finally swallowed one more time and popped off his cock with a fast and sure movement of her head. "Wow," she said breathing hard, "I felt sure I had you then."
Harry half glared down at her, trying to catch his breath. "Not yet you don't." He panted.
"Oh... Why not," she asked.
"I want to fuck you, that's why."
Natalie's eyes became liquid with need, "Oh god yes please," she said standing up, and reaching under her skirt, pulling it up over the perfect curve of her arse and flashing a full stockings set in the process that had Harry literally moan aloud. Her lips curved into a sexy smile, "Men..." she said with mock amusement, "Like these do you?"
"Oh god yes," he said nodding with a glazed look on his face.
"Then, if you want, I'll wear them for you all the time," her tone sounding a little unsure at that point.
"If you're asking if I want to do this again, then the answer is a very sure yes."
Natalie's smile blew his socks off as when she smiled she was devastating, and she honestly looked very, very pleased at his declaration. "Then it's a deal. What's your favourite colour?"
"No idea, this is the second set of stockings I've seen up close and personal, and the others did not have that belt thing?"
"Garter," Natalie filled in with an amused look as she bent at the waist bring down a lacy thong over the swell of her hips and down her impossibly long legs. She stepped out of them kicking them to the side with her heels. "How do you want me?"
"Wet."
"Oh darling, I'm already that."
Harry stepped forward into her personal space and pushed his hand down between her legs, gently rubbing his fingers into her most intimate lips and smiled, "So you are."
Natalie let out a sigh of ultimate pleasure from such a deceptively simple move and smiled a very sexy smile. "You have wonderful fingers Harry, almost as nice as that cock of yours. It feels all tingly."
Harry caressed her nether lips for a long moment, revelling in the fact that he had put this obvious sign of arousal on such a woman, and the fact that she was letting him do just about anything he wanted to her, then he put a hand on her stockined thigh and with a rasp of material caressed it upwards, feeling the tone and musculature there and revelling in the shape of her legs. She really did have great legs and while he loved breasts he was becoming aware that he was a leg man at heart.
"I love the way you touch me," Natalie told him seriously, looking at him intently, "It feels like nothing else, out of this world good too."
"I'm glad," Harry told her, "I like touching you, and frankly I'm a little amazed this is happening."
"From the moment I touched you I knew this was going to happen," she purred back at him, arching into him and rubbing herself on his fingers, which curled around her naked sex and delved past her labia and into the moist heat of her pussy. She let out a protracted moan and leaned into him further, they were face to face by that point and she laid little kissed along his jaw as her hair teased his neck. Harry had to admit he was liking her long hair, he was obviously a sucker for long hair too, he was learning all sorts of things about himself that day and the one previously.
"Take off my blouse," she begged him.
Harry ran his hand up from her thigh and all the way up her slightly trembling side and then across towards the centre of her chest where the first few buttons of her blouse lay in wait for him. He toyed with one for a moment before she growled playfully at him, causing him to smile at her and then tilt his head to capture her lips in an erotically charged kiss.
"Oh god you kiss like an angel," she breathed against his lips as they parted.
"Thank you, you are an angel."
"Hmm, good with his hands, good with his cock is likely and good with words, can I be yours?"
"I thought you already were, at least for the moment."
"Longer than that I'm thinking, now get to work, I want your lips around my nipple."
Harry didn't need to be asked again and quickly made short work of undoing the buttons on her blouse until it was hanging on her shoulders almost waiting to be shrugged off, which is exactly what Natalie did, shrugging it to the floor behind her and arching her back. A lacy bra encased beautiful orbs of milky smooth flesh tipped with dark brown nipples visible through the black mesh of it. She reached behind her with both hands, thus pressing herself even further forward and undid the clasp of her bra which sagged forward, and then she pulled the two ends around with her, drew it across her rather shapely bust and sent it fluttering to the floor in an untidy heap.
"Wow, is there anything about you that's not beautiful." Harry asked seriously.
Natalie smiled, and pressed herself against his hard chest and captured his lips in a searing kiss for a long moment. "Thank you," she said finally and ran her hand between their bodies reaching for his manhood again. As she grasped him in one hand firmly, Harry pushed her back slightly and dipped his head, his mouth heading towards her firm breast and the hard nipple that tipped it. His lips clasped onto it and sucked, causing Natalie to let out a moan and smile erotically as she began to work her hand up and down his shaft, which was half pressed between their bodies.
"That feels amazing," Natalie breathed out in a charged sigh of a sentence.
Harry's tongue swirled around her darkened nipple, and flicked across the hard nub of it before he sucked it into his mouth again; reaching up with a single hand he continued to rub her pussy with the other as he palpated her milky white breast with the other. Natalie was swimming in pleasure, her head on cloud nine as her body was filled with fantastic pleasure from such a seemingly simple combination of touches. All of this worked their magic on her pleasure centres and sent her flying high on the wave of it.
Harry groaned as she seemed to tug his cock particularly firmly and sent a shot of pleasure through his system.
"I seem to remember someone promising to fuck me," Natalie breathed right into his ear in a soft expiration of sexually charged tone.
Harry just moved suddenly, one moment she was facing him, the next she was bodily pressed up against the floor to ceiling mirror in the cubicle, her breasts flattened against its coolness, her eyes were wide with sock and Harry was standing behind her grasping her hips. "Well, alright then." He said and reached down and lined up his bulbous crown with her puffy and moist labia and pressed gently.
"Oh, oh, OHHHH" she emoted as Harry slowly breached her core. Her thoughts went fluttering around her as had her clothing just shortly before and she felt every single inch of his impressive length slid into her, every bump, every vein and his whole girth pushing with unstoppable intent as he slowly stroked into her for the first time.
He pulled back on her slender hips, pushing himself just a little deeper and then with a voice loaded with carnal intent he said "Just say when."
"Oh god," Natalie trembled with repressed desire and almost fear as she felt him continue to slid into her seemingly never running out of length to give her until he hit something deep and low and she breathed out, "When..." in a long drawn out sigh of ultimate pleasure.
"Well... Alright then," He said drawing back out just as slowly as he had breached her.
"Oh god, I've died and I'm in HEA..." she was totally cut off as Harry suddenly reversed his direction and thrust into her hard and fast, hitting the exact depth she had set for him, then as her thoughts began to assemble themselves for another meeting he began to ruthlessly thrust in and out of her delectable body with increasing pressure.
She was almost stunned into silence as she felt that deep down building suddenly start, it was utterly unexpected and too soon, but there it was the onwards rush of an approaching orgasm, she had known the moment she had been touched by him that he was going to be amazing but this was beyond the pale. "CUMMING!" she chirped sounding both thoroughly stoked and totally shocked.
"Good," he grunted and redoubled his thrusts, pounding into her with a force that pressed her ever harder against the mirror. He could see her beautifully charged expression looking at him with utter shock laced into them as he brought her ever closer to her fulfilment.
"Such a beautiful pussy," he commented, mostly to himself.
"Such a wonderful cock," was the refrain.
"Oh god," they said together.
"So close," Natalie added.
Harry smiled, and following the whisper he had been listening to for a while now, he slid a hand around her beautiful shapely rear and between her slender thighs and then hit her clitoris with the merest flicker of a movement on his next thrust.
Natalie screamed to the heavens as he legs literally gave way and they went to the floor in a tumble as a monster of an orgasm washed through her, clearing out all rational thought and leaving behind a very pleased body which hummed with fantastic feelings of pleasure and excitement in its wake.
Several long drawn out moments later Natalie stopped crying out her ecstasy at high volume and sagged, temporarily out for the count as her body and mind rebooted.
Meanwhile Harry was looking at her with a smile on his face. "Oh Aluria..." he called out once he was sure Natalie was in the land of the fairies.
"Yes," came a voice like a whisper on the wind.
"I think I'd like to say yes now."
"All the way..."
"Oh yes, all the way..."
Knightsbridge, Late Evening
Natalie watched her new god leave her shop, waving him off with an almost wistful smile on her face. She was so happy her entire body was pleased to the point of no return. She was so utterly Harry's now it wasn't even funny. Despite her prodigious looks, or perhaps because of them, she didn't have the best luck with men, but when she did have a relationship she was used to being the one in charge, her beauty afforded her a certain status and added a dynamic to a relationship with most men that she felt that she had control over. This time it was very different, in fact if anything she was helpless before her new god, because that was what he was to her and not in a way that made much sense unless you were in her head.
She would do anything he asked of her, of that she was sure, already she knew that. She was going to see him again, and she knew that he would keep his promise in that regard as well, there was something about Harry that defied explanation but she trusted in it utterly. While she was also aware that she couldn't hope to either keep up with him or hold him for herself either, she knew that she now owned a part of him as well, and that made her feel - special in some way.
With a sigh she turned back to the shop and started to collect the few meagre things that Harry hadn't just brought from the shop and begin to tidy up, it was nearly closing time and she was due to hit the books ready for a test for college the next day. She was far from part time in the shop but she had worked a deal that allowed her to go to college on select days and still get a good wage to afford her place in London.
At the age of 16 she had lost her parent's to a car crash, at the time it had really messed with her life for a few years and she was sure that without the help and support of her Aunt and Uncle she would have been in real trouble, still it had taken her a while to get her life back on track and she was only working in the clothing shop because she liked clothes, needed the money for college and her place and finally it gave her a little extra money to invest from time to time. She had quite the portfolio going now, but it would be some time before she would see any real returns from it, luckily she had people she could trust in that regard and felt safe to keep her money with them. Her parents had left her no small amount of money; it wasn't a fortune or anything but had gotten her started with her investments.
Up until that moment when Harry had blown into her life, she'd had a plan. She had planned to become a business manager after she had qualified at college and then work her way to perhaps owning a company then finally the investments would hopefully pay off enough that she could retire nice and early and start to really enjoy life.
That was until she had met Harry. She still wanted to be successful of course, but now her motivations were different and she wasn't quite sure why. The sex had been amazing of course, but it wasn't that which had changed her life, but in some way it was sharing herself with Harry. After the sex she had told Harry things about herself she had never told another living soul, without fear of repercussions even. He had been very interested in her college work and had listened as she had detailed what she had been doing there and the eventual goal of the course.
Then... out of no where... he had offered her a job. A real, honest to goodness job sight unseen as business manager for as yet unnamed company that he was putting together to 'manage his concerns'.
She had tried to tell him he would need a 'real' business manager as she was unproven at the very least and not even fully qualified yet, but he had not listened, she was due to meet him the next day and actually sign on with him, in the pro tem until he put together some proper documentation.
He had blown in like a storm and she was feeling amazing because of it, not only was her every nerve singing in pleasure but now he trusted her to look after his business and throughout it all she had never doubted him even slightly.
* * *
Potter Isle, Thames, Late Evening
Harry put down his rucksack now filled to the brim even with its magical properties and looked around his place of residence. With the spellmenship that Aluria had him doing before it was in decent shape, but it still lacked quite a lot of the things he wanted. Luckily he had spent the day gaining those things to put away in his house. This was, perhaps akin to his first and only home. It was his by the law of the land and what's more it appeared to be just as secure as Durzekaban in fact more so. It had the protection of anonymity as well as the ancient protections that his family had lavished on it. This still brought to mind the awkward question of why the hell hadn't his parents come here, or anywhere but Godric's hollow that fateful night?
He sighed to himself knowing that getting the answer to that question would take some work. Then tried to refocus his energies onto something he could do. For starters this was his home, that meant he had to make it his. There were a fair few rooms arrayed around the main chamber which was a large living room that led to the entrance. The rules of physics were not really taken too much notice of when Magic was involved. That meat he had plenty of space to put all his stuff. He was already toying with the idea of an office, and the island had power, he knew that from the surprisingly modern looking sockets and fittings around the place.
He reached into his rucksack and somehow managed to pull a huge box easily as tall as he was out of the damn thing only grunting with effort when its full weight was bestowed upon him after it was out of the bag.
He manhandled it over to the side of the room and placed it in front of a blank wall that was facing a sofa, once of the new ones he had made in fact. He then set about unpacking the widescreen TV he had purchased earlier that day and despite the fact that he knew next to nothing about how to go about it, he tried to set it up. Oddly there was an aerial socket that he was able to attach the digital TV to and after a few false starts he managed to tune the damn thing in. Frankly it was al Dutch to him, but it was put together in a logical format so he was able to follow the prompts and the manual easily enough. Next using the magic of his bag he was able to extract the first of the three major game systems he had purchased and attach it to the TV stacking up a selection of that month's popular title on the provided stand. Then he went about doing the same for the other peripherals for the TV which included a Blu-Ray player and an assortment of other sundry items. Luckily he had specifically chosen the TV because it had sockets for everything and an hour later he was tempted to try out a game for the first time ever. These consoles were newer even than the one that Dudley had, but that was coming from a small petty part of his mind that was giggling with glee over that fact.
Next he pulled out a build it yourself desk and walked into one of the ante rooms just off the living room dragging the large box behind him. A few minutes later a piece of paper came flying out the doorway followed by significant swearing from Harry. Then Harry himself collected the piece of paper and tried again. He quickly came to the conclusion that you had to be a member of Mensa to use the instructions and placed them to one side, instead trusting his spatial awareness to do the actual building, ten minutes later he also decided that it was at least a three man job, but since it was only himself he struggled through until finally he had a mat black glass and steel desk standing proudly. He glanced at the screw he had left with a concerned look and then back at the table before tossing it over his shoulder and reaching for his pack again.
He then set up, as in pieced together a massive PC system that the sales man had told him was a top of the line gaming pc that could also do anything else Harry wanted and carefully arranged all the component parts, he knew he had to do something 'in' the computer as well, but as he had no idea how to do that, he had brought a book on the subject. It was bright Yellow and was apparently for idiots and since Aluria had basically called him one, it was just the book for Harry so he'd brought it. He walked over to the arm chair and sat down, crossing one leg over the other glancing at the magically set clock. It was close to 10pm but he wasn't even slightly tired, if anything after being with Natalie he was more charged up than ever and quite wide awake. So he cracked open the book and began to read.
Ten minutes later he closed the book with a puzzled look on his face. He had read the entire thing and what's more he remembered every little detail as well. This was passing strange; he had never been what you could call good at that sort of thing and was not the fastest reader in the world. But he had read a 250 page book in ten minutes with total recall.
"Urh... Aluria," he called out.
Aluria appeared next to him perched on the arm of the chair in her Jazz guise with a smile on her face. "Expanding your horizons I see."
"Yeah... about that," Harry began, "How'd that happen?"
"I told you, you were being held back, when you fully accepted me, I broke the blocks on your mind and your magic, and bestowed you with all the gifts of your calling, though you had some before then, as a trial run."
"But I read that book... fast."
"You are probably genius levels by human standards Harry, as was your birthright before you were locked into that stupid prophesy."
"Urh... right wow okay. I never considered myself all that bright."
"Oh but you are Harry, both your parent's were close to genius levels themselves in their fields do you know how hard it is to be a Master Auror at your father's age, or a Charms Mistress at your mother's. Theirs was rather more targeted than yours but the blending of the two lines created you. Powerful in your own right before the prophesy and very gifted."
Harry blushed slightly, "That prophesy really screwed me over didn't it?"
"It did indeed, but you are free of that now."
"Does that mean I don't have to kill Voldemort?"
"Yes, but it's probably better if you did, unless you want him ruling magical Britain this time next year?"
"Oh well, it couldn't be that simple of course."
"Oh don't be so morose, with you power levels, and smarts it'll be easy."
"It should never be easy." Harry said firmly.
Aluria softened, "I know, and you're right, but he is quite the most evil man I've ever seen and that IS saying something."
"So..." Harry said smiling, "I know what is a CPU is."
"Good for you. Now do you know the chip architecture?"
"Urm yes, but how do you even know what that is?"
Aluria laughed, "Darling you're smart, but I'm a god."
That said it all really, "I was never good in school, if that changes won't people be suspicious?"
"Probably, your friend Hermione for one, now she is also very smart, probably best that you fill her so full of hormones she doesn't notice."
"Hey, that's... my friend."
"Oh well then, of course deny her the sheer beatific pleasure of being in nirvana that only a high priest of Aluria can create in a woman then."
"Wait... urm... I don't know how to answer that one."
Aluria laughed again and it once more lit up the area.
"Careful you'll fry my electronics."
"Unlikely, this is a divine power, not magic, but," she waved her hand, "They are protected now, even the things in the rather interesting bag of holding."
"Okay that's cool of you, thank you."
Aluria reached out and tipped his chin towards her with a finger, which surprised the hell out of him as he hadn't realised she was 'there' there. "You are my high priest, and despite being my only high priest perhaps my most favoured one in history. I would do anything for you."
Harry was left breathless when she kissed him and with no apparent fan fare just disappeared leaving the feeling of Jazz's lips on his mouth.
* * *
Privet Drive, Little Whinging, The Next Day.
Emerald regard took in the house in which he had grown up with no emotion showing in the depths at all. He felt disconnected from that abode now, he couldn't call it a home, it certainly had never been his, and frankly he didn't hate it either. He probably should but he didn't hate the occupants either. In fact in his pocket he had a bankers draft that would set them up for life. He wasn't sure why he was going to do that, they had done nothing but complain about his existence the entire time he was there, but for all the whining they had brought him up, clothed him after a fashion and fed him, even if it was the bare minimum. He couldn't leave without doing ... something. So that morning he had set up the bankers draft for a cool 10 million pounds Stirling.
He walked smartly up to the door dressed to the nines in the very best of what Natalie had picked out for him. The leather of his brand new shoes was creaking slightly with each step until he had walked the entirety of the driveway and was at the front door. He had a key as they had not wanted him to disturb them upon coming home late from 'his' business. Still he reached out and depressed the bell signal just once and settled back to wait. There was a thundering from inside the house as one of his larger relatives moved around inside and then a walrus like face appeared in the now open doorway. His uncle's bulk blocked out a view of the house behind him, but he was sure his aunt and cousin were both back there somewhere.
"Oh... it's you boy, why didn't you use your key and not disturb us."
"I'm leaving Uncle Vernon and I thought it best that I return not only my key and collect my stuff but I have something else for you as well."
His uncle eyed him warily for a moment and then nodded, "Very well, you'd better come in."
"I'll start by fetching my stuff, if that's alight by you uncle."
"Alright but best not keep us waiting long you hear!"
"Of course Uncle Vernon"
His pleasant tone appeared to have the man off his balance as he was allowed past without further comment and quickly made his way to his 'room'. It was a matter of moments for him to pack and let Hedwig out the window with instructions to find him later. Then he shrunk his trunk and pocketed it, one of the small advantages of being an adult now was being able to do magic whenever he liked.
Then he made his way to the kitchen where he could hear the sounds of feeding time at the zoo. Aunt Petunia had obviously taken up her housewifely duties again while he was departed. Dudley looked at him agape, which was disgusting as he had some half masticated bacon in his maw while Petunia looked at him nervously.
"I'm leaving and I'll not be coming back, but I feel I owe you something for all the years I... lived here. I've recently come into a little money and I wanted to give you a little something. I want it to be plain to you that this is also hush money, and there'll be no more of it. When I leave here no one is to find out where I've gone, which will be made easier by the fact I won't be telling you, but I also want you to promise that you won't offer to take me back either. I'm legally an adult now in both worlds, so any attempt to bring me back here will essentially be kidnapping."
"Now see here..." Vernon began while Dudley put in, "How much."
This silenced the room rather effectively as they all looked at him for the answer.
In reply he put his hand into his jacket pocket and pulled out the bankers draft and handed it to Vernon.
"Oh. My. God," Vernon said with wide eyes as he stared at the draft in his now trembling hands.
"Remember the deal." Harry said.
"This is real," Petunia said from over her husband's shoulder.
"Very," Harry replied tersely.
"Oh My god," Petunia said echoing her husband's thoughts on the matter.
"Let me see, let me see," Dudley said sounding like a high on sugar three year old.
Harry just turned and walked out of the door, leaving his key by the ledge on the window by the door.
* * *
Outside #4, Little Whinging
Harry let out a sigh of relief as he walked out of number 14 for the last time in history and a smile lit up his face. He was about to step out into the street and heading towards number eight when he was distracted by a "Psst."
Harry half turned with an amused smirk on his face as a familiar head of blonde hair was revealed from under an invisibility cloak. "Hello there," Harry said almost laughing, "Not very covert of you by the way, I thought my watchers were not supposed to let me know they are there."
"I am bored 'Arry." Fleur said with a cute little shrug that showed more of her as the cloak slipped off her shoulders. Given his new love of all things beautiful woman she hit a big ping on his radar as not only was she a Veela and thus attractive whatever her personal looks, her personal looks were prodigious.
"Well, you can go home now Fleur, I'm not coming back here." Harry said seriously, covering his interest easily. After all, to his knowledge she was with Bill and thus not even 'in play' as far as Harry was concerned.
"Leaving?" She asked her accent thicker than usual. "But you cannot 'Arry, it iz forbidden."
"I don't care Fleur." Harry said with a shrug of his own, "I'm an adult now and have chosen my own path and it doesn't lead me back to number 14."
"Where does it lead you 'Arry." Fleur asked curiously as she readied her wand.
There was a puff of air and from nowhere she was looking up close and personal into a emerald fire and her wand was no longer in her hand. "Nice try Fleur."
Fleur blinked twice in quick succession that was unbelievable fast moving even for Harry. "Ow did you do zat 'Arry."
"I just moved Fleur it's not hard once you get the hang of it."
"No one moves like zat 'arry."
"I do," he said simply. "Now I'll leave your wand a little down the street okay, and don't try to follow me please, that'll just be tiresome."
"I can't just let you go 'arry, zis place iz protected."
His eyes appeared to glow for a moment as he looked at the house he had spent his formative years and let out a sigh, "That wouldn't keep out a determined first year Fleur."
"You 'ave ze Mage sight," She asked sounding impressed, "Ow long ave you ad zis 'arry."
"Couple of hours now Fleur." Harry said smiling slightly, causing Fleur to look at him curiously.
"Either way 'arry I cannot let you go alone."
"Oh really, I think you lack of a wand say's otherwise."
"I do not need a wand to make you do as I please 'arry."
"Oh... I see, well this should be interesting, give it a go then?"
Fleur glared at him for a long moment, "You will not change your mind 'arry?"
Harry shook his head and crossed his arms across his chest. Frankly he was a little worried he had no idea if he was protected from a Veela gift or not, but for the first time he really put his trust in his patron and prayed this would work.
Fleur's hair began to move as if in a breeze, her eyes seemed to grow impossibly large and beguiling, her lips became dusky pink without the need of makeup and she appeared to become the entire focus of the street reality warping around her to make her the focal point, and then, and then it just stopped and she was back to being merely a beautiful woman.
Harry cocked a brow while sending thanks to Aluria and settled back and waited for her to give in.
After a few minutes he smiled, "You done?"
"What?"
"I said are you done?"
Fleur's eyes grew wide, "Nothing, it iz impossible!"
"Fleur, other than the fact you're gorgeous already, nothing really changed from my perspective. Maybe it's broken?"
With that he turned and walked away down the street heading for number eight, he had a note to deliver.
Fleur rushed after him, "No wait 'arry, I cannot just let you past."
"I don't see you have a choice here Fleur." Harry said over his shoulder.
"Take me wiz you."
Harry stopped dead and turned to face her, "Why on god's green earth would I do that; I don't want the order knowing where I am."
"I'll give my oath not to tell."
"Why would you do that?"
"I signed to ze order to help protect you 'arry, not be a tool for ze dumblee-dor."
"Again I ask, why?"
"Everyone know's zis 'arry you are ze one, the chosen. The only one that can kill Voldemort. And I owe you for my famille."
"You owe me nothing Fleur, it wasn't even real."
"We did not know zis."
"Perhaps not, but it wasn't. I discharge any debt that you feel you owe me. Now go home."
"Non!"
"Oh boy," Harry said as soft laughter started up in his head. "Oh I see." He said suddenly. Then he stepped in close to Fleur, "So 'ow does Fleur want to discharge her debt," he said with a passable French accent that virtually matched Fleur's. He got right into her space and looked down into her baby blues.
"Not like zat."
Harry smiled, "Shame." He said and started to walk again.
"Where are you going 'arry."
"Number eight."
"You were here the 'ole time?"
"Nope, just a friend lives there is all?" He said walking up the drive and slipping his note through the letter box.
"I don't understand."
"Nor should you, now are you coming or what?"
"What?"
"Are you coming, only I've got a train to catch you see, so I need that oath before we head out that way."
"I have no wand."
Harry tossed it to her, "Go on then, and make any funny moves and I'll snap it in two."
"You would not dare zis is my grand muzzers hair."
"Try me."
"I give my oath on my magic not to reveal by word or action 'arry potter location." There was a muted flash and Harry smiled widely.
"Well bugger me, you actually did it."
"You did not zink I would."
"Nope," Harry grinned at her, "Well come on, times a wasting. Oh hey, won't Bill mind."
"He iz with his girlfriend, he won't care."
"I thought you were hiz girlfriend, I mean his." Harry said giving himself a little shake.
"Not for some time now 'arry, we parted ways well, but he iz hiz own man."
Harry shrugged, "Huh," he said.
"What?"
"I never took Bill for a foolish man." He said turning away before he could see the grateful smile on Fleur's face which lit it up.