Merry Christmas ye beautiful people you -Typhoon
The Leaky Cauldron, Diagon Alley, Day
A beautiful blonde haired woman was sat utter still in a somewhat unkempt back room in the entrance to Diagon Alley pondering her life. She had just left the reading of her Cousin Sirius Orion Black. She too had once been a black, though from a different branch of the family, ruled over by a tyrannical Aunt who had no real claim to the head of the family, especially since the Black were always Patriarchal. It was worse for Sirius of course, she had been his mother and not a good one at that. The woman had been far too interested in making time with the Dark Lord's forces, making nice with a man so evil he exuded it in droves. She should know she had sat at dinner with the thing that had once been a man, a powerful man, but a man nevertheless, not some sort of reptilian hybrid that was so evil he was like an oil slick in the room. It had been one of the more horrible moments of her life, right up there with her entire wedding and the subsequent wedding night.
In truth, Sirius was the head of Clan Black, and had been since his father had passed of course by then it was too late, he had attracted his mother's ire by leaving and refusing to be a 'good pure blood progeny' like he was supposed to, he had left to live with the Potters and left Narcissa and her two sisters to her Aunt's mercy's and there was very little of that. Andy had gotten away, somehow meeting and falling in love with a Muggle-born, quite how she had managed that Narcissa still wanted to know. Then she had been married off to Lucius Malfoy, bad faith himself. Just plain bad in bed Cissy knew for herself. In her youth she had been passionate and alive she vaguely remembered. She had wanted to push back the boundaries of magic and read every book in existence while perhaps settling down with a good man. Now she deservedly was called an ice queen, mother to a child she honestly didn't even like, though she did love him. Married to a man, she suspected preferred the company of men, no one took that much care of their hair, no one.
Then Sirius had ridden in to save her after all. Through some odd stipulations in his will and a personal request that beggared belief he had offered her a way out. A potentially dangerous way out, and it all rested on a young man that could rightfully hate her for being married to her husband and giving birth to a son that Potter despised by all accounts. They were some sort of school yard nemeses according to her sources which of course included Draco himself. Frankly she wasn't sure how much of that to believe, as per usual when it came to her braggart of a son. Much too much arrogance for a man so young and lacking any real power of his own, even magically he was barely above average, but because his father had filled his head with such ideals as he himself ascribed to the boy was floating on an imaginary advantage.
Cissy felt that real confidence should come from within from one's own achievements and not those of one's father, such as they were. So she held herself aloof from her surroundings while crying inside at the misery of it all. If the dark lord did win the day and the light side failed then she was due a continued life of misery, however if the light did prevail she would also be miserable and indeed could be put in Azkaban for just being married to the wrong man.
Still utterly still and with no sign on her inner turmoil Narcissa Malfoy was basked in sudden sunlight from the ratty window and it's too thin curtains. She looked nowhere near her age, good genes and a easy life, mixed with her magical heritage made her look much younger than she really was, in the Muggle world she would easily pass for thirty at most, while she was actually closer to mid forties. Her bust was firm still, and her cheekbones sculpted, she was the very picture of a pure blood queen.
But internally she felt decrepit, aged before her time with worries she hadn't asked for or wanted. She hadn't wanted to be sold off to marriage like a prize bull, she had her own dreams and wants once, and now, perhaps, she had a way to revisit those dreams. It would be dangerous, she knew many of Lucius' secrets, his hidden skeletons and he wouldn't like for her to be free with that knowledge in her attractive head. The light would want to question her, while the dark led by her husband would want to destroy her.
She needed a patron, and Sirius was even offering one of them as well, but he was virtually unknown to her in reality, she knew his legend, not a single magical alive did not. She had listened to her son bitch about the dreaded Potter, who kept spoiling his plans, and her husband doing the same. That alone interested her. But could he be trusted to look out for her, to protect her from both sides. He was apparently Dumbledore's man; would he just serve her up to the so called light side at his whim? Did he have the power to protect her if it came down to a fight, did he even know how to fight. He was sixteen years old, what true protection could he hope to offer. She well remembered the boys at that age, all puff and bluster and interested in getting into knickers and Quidditch and that was pretty much the entire story.
Was he the same, if half the stories about him were true then there was a chance there was more to him than that. He had certainly foiled her husband's plan, well mostly Voldemort's plans. Either way he had indeed foiled those plans, though with the help of his friends, and oh how her son liked to complain about the Granger girl. If she didn't know better she would assume the boy had a bit of a crush given how often he spoke about her. Wouldn't that just give his father palpitations, given the girls heritage.
A sigh escaped her for a moment as she contemplated her future, if she took a leap of faith and it worked out for her, she could revisit her old dreams. Though even then thanks to a strange stipulation in Sirius' will things could get... sticky. If she stayed as she was though, she was destined for more misery no matter who won the day. So truly she had only one palpable choice, she would indeed have to take a leap of faith, but if it worked out...
She glanced into her hands at a piece of paper that her husband would dearly like to have in his possession. It was Harry Potter's Aunt and Uncle's address, though the Goblins had warned her that Harry was unlikely to be there, that indeed they had delivered his details to a different address and no, they couldn't give it to her.
It was, however, a good as a place to start as any.
Potter Inc. Offices
Harry nervously paced across 'his' office floor, his private office which unusually was done in a rather antique style with some actual antiques in situ. There was a rich, deep rug on the floor upon which he was pacing and he was curling his bare toes into it as it felt good to do so, and frankly he needed a distraction at that moment in time. He was about to do his first real 'boss' thing, he was due to meet and interview what would hopefully become his chief accountant, with the added complication of being not only his Alpha's cousin, but also she had virtually demanded he seduce and choose to be one of his well... Chosen.
He was wondering about the strangeness of that, wasn't he supposed to be in charge of that sort of thing? Given that both Aluria and Natalie were choosing women for him left and right, it would only take Jazz to get in on the act and he would be totally overruled. Given the way he felt about those involved he found himself mostly alright with that, but then hadn't his personal choice been rather a good one given that it was Natalie, as Jazz was rather more Aluria's choice?
He returned to his pacing shaking his head at the strangeness of his life with a chuckle on his lips and a smile in his eyes. Then he looked perturbed again and glanced at the clock, she was due to arrive soon, very soon, so he had better get his socks and shoes back on, or look like a total lunatic. This he did quickly tying his patent leather shoes just as his inner line rang.
He quickly hit a button on the phone which lit up in response, "Yeah..."
"She's here," Natalie said, seemingly very pleased with herself.
"Right... Thanks send her on in."
"Okay," Natalie said and the line went dead.
"Oaky... you can do this." Harry muttered to himself, "This can't be that hard... can it?"
A few moments later there was a knock at his door startling him from his thoughts. "Come in."
The door opened with confidence and he had to admit, a total knock out walked in through the door, a patent leather briefcase in one hand, a tight school mistress severe bun and lightly framed glasses on her face. She was obviously going for the severe serious professional look, but it did little to disguise the fact that Natalie wasn't embellishing even slightly. He wouldn't class her as better looking than Natalie, more on a par, and frankly he considered that was saying something. She was of a more slender build than her cousin, but perfectly formed, with some rather amazing legs that were as long as the day. Her severe suit still fitted a body that was simply put divine and her face while more angular than Natalie's was just as classically beautiful. The glasses actually framed her rather pale hazel eyes perfectly in a way that actually caused them to stand out more than if she had left them off, because Harry could tell all the way from his desk that there was no correction on them.
"Amanda Greer," Harry said managing not to stare too hard, he had little wish to scare her off and no a lot of interest in keeping her around, bugger the job.
"Mr Potter, I presume." She said, her voice was a light contralto, with a clear almost but not quite cut glass accent, if anything it was indeed more well to do than Natalie's who spoke beautifully. It was also filled with confidence in herself and her abilities and just a touch of nerves about an interview. "You're younger than I was led to believe."
"I get that allot," Harry said standing and waving at a chair opposite him across the desk.
"Thank you," she said formally and then sat primly directly in the centre of the seat. Harry checked out her legs for a mere blink of time and found them to be quite lovely to say the least, though she was wearing only a small heel. This also meant that she was quite tall, given that she topped his height with those on, not that it was particularly hard to do so, and he wasn't the tallest man in history.
There was silence for a moment, "It's patently obvious that I have no clue how to conduct an interview - isn't it," Harry said eventually his eyes dancing with self mockery.
"Not at all Mr Potter," Amanda said her tone still formal, though thawing slightly.
"Look, you're an accountant right?"
"Chartered, and educated at Oxford."
"Very impressive," Harry said carefully. "That's an impressive name to throw out there, but it means nothing to me in reality, what does matter to me is this... Can you take records going back a hundred years in paper format, and create a modern working system of accounting that you will then continue to control. If you can do this, and help this company pull itself into this century I will give you a generous salary and profit share in this company. I warn you now; this is not a small task. I have twenty or so antiquated businesses that I want brought up to date with the latest accounting packages and I suspect I'm being robbed blind by a couple of them... I want that to stop, that alone is a lot of work, but the newer sections of the company will also come into play and be integrated into the main system. I have the computing power, I have ANY package you want, and it will be your choice on which to use even if that is a custom one. If you can't... leave."
Amanda sat back a little, slightly shocked at his forthright tone. He had laid it out on the line for her though, and had not messed around. Her cousin had told he would, she was also right he was gorgeous. Not that she was going there again after the boss's son had lost her a perfectly good job. Though this was a challenge she felt worthy to, and she liked a challenge. "I can," she said finally.
Harry reached into a drawer and pulled out a sheaf of documents, "Contract, with what I'm told is twice your previous yearly salary, Iron clad NDA and other documentation is there, sign it and the job is yours, but in the case of the NDA there is no wiggle room. Tell anyone about what we're doing here and I'll sue you into the dark ages."
Amanda lifted a sculpted brow and reached for the documents, "Is everything perfectly legal here."
"I respect that you asked that, and the truthful answer is partly. I'm breaking some archaic laws by what I will reveal to you, but by the laws in this part of the country, then yes it's legal."
"That is a passing strange answer," Amanda said with curiosity alight in her eyes.
"But is it good enough?"
"Yes, I think so as long as you're not a drug dealer or something."
"I do deal with some chemicals," Harry admitted with a charming smile, "But nothing narcotic."
Amanda looked at him seriously for a long moment, her smile becoming a little less stiff in the wake of his smile. Her cousin had called it, she did fancy him, but oh no so not going there. "Is there a dress code here?"
"Smart Office wear." Harry said after a pause.
Amanda nodded, "Any stipulations in that."
"Nah, knock yourself out." Harry said with another shrug.
"When do I start?"
"As soon as you sign the papers, you can walk out there pick an office and I'll set you up with a network login. Then point you to the musty old books."
Amanda nodded, and reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out a slender pen and started to read the contract and NDA's.
Once she was done, she smiled and handed it all back over, "I'm all signed up and that is a generous wage."
"I pay for the best, and someone I trust tells me you are that."
"She may be a little biased," Amanda said smiling.
"I still trust her judgement, and... Oxford trained, can't say no to that right."
"I thought that didn't matter," Amanda said.
"I only said that because you bandied it around like a flag. It does mean something it's one of the premier learning establishments in this country if not the world. To even get a place you have to be among the best."
"We of the colleges thank you."
"Still active there," Harry asked, hearing the pride in her voice.
"A little, I take part in certain alma mater concerns."
"Well, I've been meaning to check the place out; I might have something on one of their projects for them."
"Oh... which one."
"Quantum physics, particularly the computing aspect."
"That's pretty heavy stuff," Amanda noted slightly impressed.
"It's a Gift," Harry said with a shrug.
"Looks like Natalie does win that bet."
Harry looked at her with surprise, "What?"
"She said you would say that exact phrase if I complimented you on something." Amanda said hiding a full blown smile with dancing eyes.
"I'm starting to wonder if I have some sort of self destructive wish," Harry noted, "I think putting you and Natalie in the same office is going to be interesting... oh I forgot, if you want it, the job comes with accommodation. We don't exactly keep normal hours here."
"I'm sorry what... you're offering me a place to live on top of that salary?"
"Gratis, I own the building and have a few apartments available. I think it's better for the atmosphere to fill them with people I know."
"That's... very generous," Amanda said sounding unsure of her luck at that moment in time.
"Think about it, right time to get you settled then."
Number 14 Privet Drive, Day
Narcissa Malfoy, or was that Black now, was standing dumb founded at the door of a tiny box of a building that was a exact match for all the other little boxes on the street, only this one appeared to be empty, utterly and totally empty. Frankly that meant she was rather stuck, she didn't have enough money to bribe the Goblins for his current address and no leads as to where the hell he had gone. She was utterly stumped, and that wasn't good as she had made that leap of faith and was now staring down the barrel of her own doom, unless she could get under her Patron's protection rather quickly.
"Excuse me," a pleasant female voice said from behind her.
Narcissa turned to come face to face with a beautiful looking woman who was looking at her intently. "Yes," Narcissa said, pulling up her tattered reserves of strength around her, to face this strange but rather beguiling Muggle.
"There's no one there, they moved out a few days ago."
"Yes I rather gathered thank you."
"Who exactly are you looking for there, if I may ask?"
"Urh, the young Mr Potter."
Again that searching look that seemed to read Narcissa inside out in a blink and then the woman smiled radiantly. Cissy would bet the men adored this woman. "I know Harry; I'm a friend of his, name of Aluria."
"Isn't that the name of an old god, of ... Lust and Light I think."
"Very well done, you must be a well read woman, not many know that since the goddess disappeared from the record books 500 years ago."
"I like to read."
"Well, from one fellow reader to another I happen to know where Harry lives."
"Oh excellent, do you wish to share it."
"I do," Aluria said reaching into the pocket of her rather stylish skirt suit and pulling out a piece of paper. "Here."
Cissy took the paper and glanced at it, "You just happened to have his address to hand."
"I did," Aluria said with a wink, "Tell him I sent you if you would."
"Very well, urh thank you." Cissy said to the woman's retreating back, then something distracted her off to the side and by time she looked back the woman was gone from sight.
"That was passing strange," Cissy mumbled to herself as she walked away, concentrating on a street she knew to be a good apparition point in London.
A pink head of hair appeared from the nearby bushes and said, "Wasn't it though. And I'm guarding a bleeding empty house, oh Moody will rip me a new one if he finds out!" Then she fired off a tracker to hit her Aunt square on the back just before she disappeared with a soft pop of displaced air.
Harry's Place, afternoon - Day One
"Ah ha, yes, ah ha dance my pretties dance!"
Fleur walked into the main living room from where she had been quite happily sleeping until some maniac had started to well be a maniac.
"That's it, DANCE! AH HA-HA-HA-HA-HA"
Fleur turned the corner and stumbled to a stop, suddenly she was standing in a huge room, around which was arrayed all manner of gizmos, some of which looked home made, and the backwash of a massive amount of magic literally staggered her back a step. It was alarming but Harry appeared to be dancing around the room with a glowing ball of ... something in one hand while others danced around him in some odd parody of dance. It was just plain weird, is what it was. "'Arry."
Harry stopped dead, and shoved his hands behind his back, the dancing balls of light, however, gave the game away by still prancing around.
"What ze 'ell?" Fleur said shaking her flaxen locks around her head.
"Wow, you even have attractive bed hair," Harry said.
Fleur blushed and put a hand up to her hair, "But... but... what ze 'ell."
"I urh... right," Harry coughed with embarrassment, "No one was supposed to see that."
"But see what?"
"I was urm... playing."
"What 'av you done to ze poor fabric of reality now," Fleur said with a sigh.
"Do what."
Fleur waved a hand around herself at the stupidly large room on top of a building with more floors than it should possibly have with more space than any one corporate headquarters for a company that strictly didn't exist in its lower floors. Harry got the point.
"I was 'urh, just playing this time. No laws of the universe violated... yet, well, there's Frankie."
"URGHHH," a huge being rumbled at her as it shuffled past.
Fleur actually screamed, "GOLEM!"
"Pfft, you really are a scared-y cat Fleur."
Fleur, now pale and watching the, it had to be a golem, shuffle around with nervous eyes then looked back at Harry, "There iz some laws, not meant to be toyed with."
"Of course, I would never sleep with your sister if we go steady."
"She's twelve 'Arry."
"Case in point, that'd be wrong as well as against the law."
"You are impossible," she spat her French accent more pronounced than ever.
"Actually I've been told I'm positively easy these days" Harry told her with a smirk, trying to covertly extinguish the ball of pure high energy quantum mechanics made real without her noticing.
"Don't think I don't see zat," Fleur said with another put upon sigh.
"Bugger," Harry said blushing.
"Iz eet yet another thing that should not be used as your plaything?"
"You could say that," Harry replied nervously.
"Why," Fleur asked rolling her eyes.
"Well if I dropped it, I could possibly collapse this entire branch of reality, but I'm sure that's just a myth."
Fleur paled dramatically again, and just then Frankie made another appearance, causing her to scream again. "Sheesh Fleur, calm down before you pull something."
"And why are you playing," Fleur finally asked, "You are a grown man 'Arry act it."
"Look, I didn't get much chance growing up, so when I'm alone and in private I... play."
Her eyes softened and she smiled slightly, "Do you 'ave to use dangerous magic to do so though?"
"Well... it is more fun that way." Harry said with a heavy sigh, "But I suppose I could stop."
Fleur took several deep calming breaths and didn't even scream when Frankie shuffled past, swinging his arms exaggeratedly.
"Could you at least, return ze Golem to where eet came from?"
"It's just an illusion Fleur," Harry said waving a hand at Frankie and making him disappear.
"With you eet iz hard to be sure, you use magic like a toddler uses ze toy."
"But Magic is FUN," Harry said with a sudden passion about him. "It's not all stick waving and learning things by route, yes it's powerful, but it's playful as well. I know it was enjoying itself as much as I was, I didn't make those balls of plasma dance... it did, don't you understand."
Fleur paled again, "Plasma?"
"Wrong thing to take note of, I DID NOT make them dance."
"Magic iz a force of nature, eet 'as no will of eet's own."
"Oh, but it does."
"You are mad."
"Yes, I think I might be, because no one else get's it, no one else seems to see it."
"See what, 'arry, that you are losing ze marbles."
"Yes, and no."
"Zat makes no sense."
"No, it doesn't but that doesn't mean it's not true, and in a way perhaps it makes perfect sense. Magic is an ancient force used for the entirety of mans existence, first there were tribal shaman, then the witch doctor the wise woman, and on until we got Wizards as we exist today. All thought-out that Magic has been with us, every step of the way, helping us, perhaps hindering us at times but it was there. I'm telling you, it had fun just then, and I know it."
Fleur eyed him seriously for a moment, "Either way you woke me up."
"I was wondering how you got in, I quite forgot you were here."
"Oh very charming I'm sure."
"Don't take offense it's been a busy day, hmm this could be a problem."
"What 'arry, I wish to go find a bed and curl up wiz a good book."
"That's going to have to be here I'm afraid."
"Why?" Fleur said with another sigh.
"I've been playing with the fabric of reality again... sorry, in this case the fourth dimension. There's a time dilation field over this entire area. I wanted some time to myself."
"For 'ow long," she asked by this point only mildly amazed that he could do such a thing like it was no big deal.
"Anything around a week," Harry said, "A month on the outside"
"Oh Mon Dieu"
"You say that a lot did you realise?"
ZING, ZING, ZING, ZING.
Fleur sighed and placed the book she had borrowed from Harry to one side on her borrowed bed and then sighed again.
ZING, ZING, ZING
He was doing it again, treating the fabric of reality like silly putty without a care in the world. She had no idea what that sound was but it was probably the sound of the universe begging for him to stop.
ZING. ZIIIIIIING.
Fleur sighed prettily once more, not that she tended to do anything in an ugly way.
Her legs moved to the edge of the bed and then slipped her feet to the floor and into her shoes, not the best shoes to pick for an extended stay with a friend, and despite the fact he was stark raving mad, he was defiantly becoming perhaps her first true friend. Why, she had decided to become friends with someone that was quite literally insane, she had to wonder.
ZIIIIIIIING
It was no good she was going to have to go and find out what the hell he was doing now. She walked out of her room, paused at the exit of the living room and then turned sharply to the left with her eyes closed. This helped she had found with the fact that there were no hallways, but rather a disturbing fade with reality when you went from room to room, the turn, Harry had said, had to be accompanied with a burst of magic, which she had done, and she had found closing her eyes helped with the disturbing distortion of poor reality. She felt for it she really did. Harry had come a long way from the 'leetle boy' she had met, lost his mind the poor man, but a long way. The entire top floor now sung with a depth of magic that no where she had ever been to even approached now and even though it was frankly quite disturbing to be there, it sang to her magical soul.
ZANG
That was a new sound, perhaps reality had finally given in to him.
ZANG, ZANG, and ZANG the sound was faster now she noted with some concern. She was aware that of late Harry had become almost too attractive even for her, though she was holding off for her own reasons, she knew there were two other women living here now he had told her, and promised to introduce her. She had already 'met' one of them, the beautiful brunette from Harry's old house. He certainly could pick them, and she was also aware that he was attracted to her. Honestly the main thing holding her back was that she was a little worried she would enter the rabbit hole and never be able to get out.
The room in which she found herself was Harry's actual lab, and not the horror film parody he had mocked up for his 'play', and that still was weird in her opinion. This lab was modern, high tech, to her inexperienced eye, after all her only brush with technology was her new favourite thing in the world a Playstation. There was some sort of display in the centre of the room that looked like it was hanging in mid air, and a host of chemical smell in the air. The smell of burnt ozone sang over with an acidic note above the other smells though and her attractive nose wrinkled at its stench.
Suddenly the sound changed again, ZANGZINGZINGZANG. She watched Harry tweak something and suddenly it was no longer a vibrato noise but a thrumming one that hit her in the navel and reverberated though her diaphragm. THRUMMMM, THRUMMMM, THRUMMMM Harry began to nod his head. Then tapped out the same rhythm on what appeared to be a slender piece of plastic to Fleur's eyes.
"BOOM, BOOM, BOOM," came out of a large cabinet looking thing suddenly which also thrummed though her. "BOOM, BOOM, BOOM"
Harry foot began to tap on the floor at the repeating pattern and then his hand danced across the plastic again, and the strange image in the centre of the room began to move in an undulating pattern and actual music of a kind Fleur had never heard began to issue from its position, it was oddly tribal and the underlying rhythm spoke to her soul. Then in a crescendo it all started to work together as the image in the centre of the room created waveforms that were she realised, actually the shapes of the sound in visible form. The beat boomed and thrummed through her body and built in volume when Harry tweaked a knob on the cabinet looking thing and the centre display went wild.
"I like zis," Fleur called over the music, startling Harry who blushed slightly but nodded in agreement.
"Did you write zis?"
"Not exactly," Harry said in a voice that somehow carried right over the music and he wasn't shouting.
"What does zat mean?"
"You don't believe me," Harry said with a sad smile.
"Eet is Magic again iz eet?" Fleur said with a half smile forming on her beautiful features.
"I've been working on this all afternoon," Harry said dodging the question, "Originally it was a way to communicate, but I'm not sure she knows how to speak."
Fleur rolled her eyes, "Or 'SHE' doesn't exist."
Harry shook his head sadly as the music turned into a whine that ripped through them in an angry tone. "I wouldn't piss her off if I were you."
Fleur glanced around herself, and then laughed, "Nearly 'ad me 'Arry."
Harry shook his head again, "It's odd that as a user of magic, and a being partly of magic that you can't let go of your own preconceived ideas for long enough to even contemplate that I might be right."
Fleur huffed at him and crossed her arms over her shapely chest.
"Now at least try to open you mind, this in front of you... this display that's leading the charge on the music by the way, is a construct of pure magic, I gave it the spark of life with only the vaguest idea of what I wanted and then... well this happened." He said indicating the almost holographic display.
"That makes you an idiot savant," Fleur shot back with a sniff.
Harry smiled softly, "You get really sniffy when you're being argued with did you realise that."
Fleur glared back at his unrepentant smile. "You think I am ze idiot. You are leading me on the merry chase with all zis talk of magic, why, is this anozzer attempt to gain into my knickers. If eet iz, eet iz a strange one."
"I do want you Fleur, I really do, but this is nothing to do with that."
"Then why do you wish me to believe zis nonsense."
"I just want my friend to believe me, because I believe it."
"Zat is not logical."
"No, it's not," Harry readily agreed with her.
Fleur looked at him for a long moment, her eyes softening, "You ask my belief, with no proof."
"Yes," Harry said with a firm nod, "I do."
"Because I am your friend?"
"Yes," Harry said again.
"Very well."
Harry smiled fully, "Thank you Fleur."
"So, what iz eet you wish to do 'ere."
"I would like to communicate with her."
"Why iz eet a she."
"Because she's being stubborn, I'm almost certain she knows how and just doesn't want to."
"Men," Fleur said with a roll of her eyes.
"She is enjoying this music though I think."
"But zis iz not you zat is doing zis?"
"No, I just fed the flame, gave her access to my collection via my magical computer over there." He said pointing to the plastic looking device, "And we came up with this after she played with noises for a while, well I suppose I gave her access to a synthesizer as well."
"WHOOM, WHOOM, WHOOM."
"See she's having fun again."
"Zis is crazy, but unless you set this up before 'and... 'Ow is zis happening otherwise."
"WOUGER WHOOM."
"Hmm," Harry said his hands dancing over what now Fleur could see was a glowing arrangement of letters on this magical computer of his. Figures appeared above the plastic base in a flowing pattern that seemed to make no real sense.
"What iz zat."
"Mathematical analysis of the sounds she's making, trying to find a pattern outside of the music itself, perhaps she's just being coy."
"BRRRP"
"Now that was just plain rude," Harry said laughing slightly.
"Crazy, and I'm sliding down ze rabbit 'ole anyway."
"BUGGER," a soft female voice called out from under Harry's work table.
"You alright down there Fleur, you know normally when a woman is down that low near me it's more fun."
"Pervert, 'elp me up, I am stuck."
Harry held a hand under the desk and pulled a slightly smudged looking Fleur out from under the desk. After he had gotten her to at least entertain the possibility with him she had been trying to help. She was aware that what Harry was doing with light years ahead of anything she could do, but she was rather gifted at charms, and Harry did actually need that, while he concentrated on his un holy marriage of magic and technology.
"You have a s... here," Harry said reaching forward and gently rubbing his thumb across the bottom half of her cheek, "Don't ask me where the oil came from I didn't even know the lab had any."
Fleur blushed slightly and cleared her throat, "Eet iz done, though I'm unsure why you wanted zat."
"I need a conduit, and you just charmed one for me."
"Yes, I got zat, but why?"
"Because I'm about to channel a large amount or magic down it silly"
Fleur huffed at him and then smiled slightly, "Why."
"Well I've been working on a voice box and I hope a translation matrix, and I'm about to channel her feed directly over here from that... whatever the hell that is."
"Of course this could all be utter bollocks and there is no hidden message in the music." He said nodding to the speaker which was playing a different tune but still in the same style. The central display was moving very attractively by that point and seemed almost harmonic in its movements like a voice was singing.
"Well, we should try non?"
Harry nodded and tapped on his keyboard for a moment. The underside of the desk glowed brightly with a holy hue for a moment before dimming off slightly.
"BUGGER, FLATULANCE, ARSE."
Harry's lips twitched, "She's got quite the mouth on her hasn't she."
"STRAWBERRY"
"These are just random words 'arry." Fleur said with a sigh.
"WENCH."
Harry smirked, "Really?"
Fleur glared at the speaker that particular word had came out of.
"TWIBBLE"
"PICKINGS"
"Maybe you're right," Harry said with a yawn, "Perhaps we should come back to this tomorrow, let the matrix do its thing, if there is a thing for it to do."
Fleur got up and stretched, "I think that wise."
"Night Fleur," Harry said.
"Good night Mon Ami."
Fleur left the room and Harry got as far as the door and then, "SHAG THE WENCH."
He spun around and eyed the magical display for a long moment.
"RASPBERRIES"
"Huh," he said thoughtfully.
Then he walked off, though he could have sworn he heard the voice synth chanting 'Sex, Sex, Sex.' After he left.
Day Two
Fleur awoke slowly the next morning and smiled luxuriously as she stretched out with almost a purr on her lips. She felt good, amazingly so in fact, she had finally caught up on herself from her Playstation fest and the magic around the place was singing in her core as only a magical being like a Vela could feel. In fact she felt sinfully good right at that moment in time. A smile curved her generous lips as she stretched again just for the hell of it and then she relaxed her body.
Then she realised something, she could just make out a female voice in the other room, talking low but defiantly there. She strained her ears a little and was just able to make out the words.
"Did you think you were doing? She's a mechanic of the multi-verse; she is not to be disturbed on a whim."
"Sorry Aluria," she heard Harry contrite voice.
"Well, it's of no matter, she actually wants to talk to you, she feels you can help each other and she has a request."
"Are you to be our interpreter," Harry asked, a smile in his voice.
"No, you're more than halfway to getting to talk to her yourself; I can't believe you were ... playing with her. Nor can I believe she was playing with you, do you realise she is truly eternal, she could have squashed you like a bug."
"She only wants to play," Harry said his own tone playful.
"Apparently so, this is... unforeseen."
"I've not upset the apple cart have I; I'm still your High Priest."
"Of course my Darling that won't change unless you want it to"
"That's not going to happen."
There was a moment of silence, "What possessed you to construct this place."
"To see if I could."
"I've unleashed an unholy terror on the universe haven't I?" was the amused reply.
"You unlocked my potential and I'm bound and determined to do a little catching up."
"Like staying awake all night reading at a ridiculous rate. Occlumency will only take you so far Harry Darling."
"Is there something else I can use," Harry asked his tone curious.
"Of course, and apparently you might be capable of it. Frankly you have outperformed my almost every expectation of you to a point that I don't know what to expect anymore."
"That's not a scary statement at all from a divine being."
"Oh no, it's scary alright, and exciting in a way I can't describe to a mortal, do you know how boring life can be when you can either figure out what's going to happen or have seen it before?"
"I can only imagine."
"You've become the ultimate wild card Harry and other beings are taking notice."
"Now that was ominous."
"Exciting Harry, exciting, you are perhaps the most powerful magical user since Merlin and have an intelligence that outstrips itself and your limits. Your positive, yes, lust for knowledge is an inspiration to me I have to say."
"Wow, thank you."
"No shrug and 'it's a gift'."
"Not with you," Harry said softly.
"You are more than I ever imagined Harry, thank you."
"No... Thank you."
"Now I think you'll find her willing to talk, but only to you."
"But Fleur put in a good amount of work too." Harry said causing Fleur to smile as she eavesdropped.
"You'll have to ask her then. I have no control over that entity, but beware Harry she is a force of the multi-verse and is not even remotely human," Aluria said her tone backing her words. "Even I wouldn't tangle with her if you gain her displeasure."
"I understand, and I'll be careful."
"That's all I ask, otherwise you're in for a singular experience."
"Now about that technique," Harry asked.
Aluria laughed, "It's not available on any earthly plane Harry you'd have to come to my realm."
"How do I do that?"
"When you know the answer to that question, then you will have perhaps met my wildest expectation."
"That was cryptic," Harry noted.
"You realise of course," Aluria said changing the subject, "That your Chosen is awake and listening to every word."
"Of course, the lights actually go up a few brightness levels when she's conscious, I think because this is a place of magic and she is at least in part a being of magic."
"There is no in part in being a being of magic, or to being a Veela. It's all or nothing, even if she is only supposedly one quarter Veela."
"Either way, this entire building and this floor in particular reacts to her."
Fleur let out a small sigh, she had been found out then, and what the hell did this woman mean by 'Chosen'.
She slipped out of bed and shuffled into the next room with a sheepish look on her face. She immediately spotted an extremely beautiful woman with almost raven dark locks sat close to Harry and the fact they were both looking at her with amusement in their expressions.
"Hi," she said with an embarrassed smile.
"Fleur, Aluria, Aluria Fleur."
"Good to meet you Madame."
"The pleasure is mine," Aluria said with a friendly smile, "Now... I must be going, but first." She said and reached out and touched Harry's forehead causing him to get a bunny in headlights look about him.
Then she got up and leaned in close to Fleur, "He's going to need some help with that."
Fleur looked utterly puzzled as Aluria just disappeared with no fanfare. She looked over at Harry who looked to be in some pain. "'arry, are you well."
"Urm..." Harry said, "Sorta, I have to tell you for a supposedly divine being she's got a wicked side."
"What iz the matter Mon Ami."
"Urh... best you don't know I think."
"Can I 'elp?"
Harry turned a burning look in her direction, "God could you ever, but this is Aluria being impish, you shouldn't get caught up in her games." The look had quite taken Fleur's breath away as she had to reboot her brain so intense had it been.
"I will 'elp if I can 'Arry."
Harry pulled his hands away from his lap, "Really." He said slightly mockingly, "Are you willing to help with this, because I have to say - it's not bloody going down, no matter what of my usual tricks I use."
Fleur's azure gaze grew wide and more than a little shocked at the view she was afforded by the huge tent that was testing the tensile strength of Harry's trousers. "Mon Dieu."
"Sorta, though more mine, and she's got it into her head that we should..."
Fleur blinked slowly, "Fuck."
Harry swallowed, "That's not going to help."
"Let me see zen."
"Pardon."
"If it's not going down 'arry then you must... relax ze pressure. I should look to see if there iz an enchantment."
"Right well, this isn't embarrassing at all."
"Get on with eet."
Harry sighed and stood up and painfully pulled down his fly and actually sighed with relief when he had managed to undo his trousers and they dropped to the floor, the boxers were next and he let out a relaxed sigh, "That IS better."
"Fuck."
"Okay that's a bit sexy for a bloke trying to get rid of a raging boner."
Fleur licked her lips slowly, her pupils dilating. "'Arry 'ad you but shown me zat the first day I'd have ridden you in ze train, all ze way back."
Harry looked at her seriously, "Urh... I thought you didn't fancy me to be honest."
"Oh Mon Dei, you are an idiot."
"Well, okay."
"I was holding myself back, because..." she paused, "I 'ave a favour to ask and I did not want you to think I was manipulating of you."
"So you were going to hold out until after I did it and make me think it was a prize instead," Harry asked in confusion.
"Eet really isn't going down iz eet." Fleur asked.
"Uh uh, and I'm fairly annoyed at this point so it should be. You do realise I will do this favour, sight unseen, sex or no."
Fleur looked at him with a little shock. "You are so sure."
"Apart from the fact I want to nail you up against that wall until we lose our voices in pleasure... you're my friend Fleur I help my friends if I can now ask, perhaps I'll be so shocked my dick will go limp."
"Zis is very strange with you standing there 'ard."
"Aluria," Harry said with a shrug like it explained everything.
"Who, is she exactly."
"Later, favour first."
"I am uncertain I should ask like zis."
"I told you I'd do it already, now just spit it out."
"Oh no 'arry I always swallow."
"Fleur, I can't believe I'm saying this but stay with me here."
"Fine," Fleur said her eyes flashing, "Would you bond with ze friend, because her fazzer wishes to sell her off like cattle."
"Sure who do you want to be, Potter, Black, Harkness or what was the other one again... That was it, Franklin."
"I said Bond, not Marry, do you not understand zere is a difference."
"I know there's a difference I suspect you're talking about a partial Veela bond, as I'm not sure you love me, so it'll be partial. They are lifelong and perhaps one of the most profound forms of bonding in the magical world. I did some reading last night, my magical purchased finally arrived. There's a wonderful mail order you know."
Fleur blinked, "Zen why the offer of a family name."
"Because we bond, okay, I will gladly do that if you are sure, but then what's to stop your father marrying you off anyway. I mean I'm guessing he's not evil or anything and since he was willing to let you be with Bill he obviously cares for you, but you're the oldest daughter of one of the more powerful families in France, you have a value that might outstrip that, he may ignore the bond, even though that could harm you physically, and do it anyway right. I mean this even helps me, especially if you were to pick one of the lesser names on the list."
Fleur blinked again, "You are not sane."
"Sweetheart I've just been giving a raging hard-on by a goddess and I'm living in a magical construct that defies the known laws of magic and physics. I pity the shrink that tries to analyse me."
Fleur laughed, "Perhaps, but you are serious, and you'd do zis for me?"
"Without hesitation or doubt," Harry replied instantly.
"Zat's that zen."
"Well... Alright then"
They looked at each other for a long moment, "I'll 'elp you now and show you something you can't learn about Veela from ze book."
Harry smiled slightly as Fleur sashayed over towards him in her transfigured silken robe, it was baby blue and hugged her body like it was painted on, tied at the waist with a single cord made of the same material. Her hair glowed in the faux lighting of the room and her crystal clear eyes sparkled lit from an inner light.
"I am glad eet az come to zis." Fleur said toying with the cord of her gown. "I 'ave wanted you from the first kiss, you do eet so well."
"I've wanted you for sometime as well Fleur; I honestly thought that while you seemed to enjoy our train ride together you had rather gone off the boil."
"Now you know... non."
"Oui," Harry said with a grin.
Fleur looked down below his waist line, "Zat iz a huge cock."
"Thank you," Harry said with no hint of embarrassment.
"Zis will take special handling," Fleur said with a smile her eyes lighting up with carnal desire.
"I'm not sure anything will work, Aluria is a goddess after all."
"I suspect that she did zis to get us together non?"
"I think so too."
"Again... I'm glad."
"So am I," Harry said stepping towards her.
Fleur stepped back slightly, and pulled on her robes cord, undoing it smoothly. Harry paused looking at her intently. Then she let the cord go and her robe parted, showing some seriously sexy underwear underneath. Matching in colour to her robe she had a bra on that more almost pure lace and showed surprisingly full breasts in a frame of blue lace, her tight body seemed to glow with an inner light and she had on a high cut pair of French knickers with lacy frills that poised her perfect body in a silken grip.
"Wowzer," Harry breathed, "I think I just got harder."
"I think you did." Fleur said with a hungry look at his manhood. Harry stepped forward again, this time she did not step out of his reach. His hand slid around her slender waist and pulled her strongly to him. His dick seemingly melding to the side of her inner thigh as they embraced, Fleur let out a little sigh of contentment and peppered kisses down the side of his jaw, Harry turned his head into the next kiss and captured her soft lips in a searing kiss into which he imparted some of his need of her.
The two of them seemed to meld together perfectly her soft feminine curves forming around his harder masculine planes as they kissed passionately with much more promise of carnal delights to come than they had on the train. Fleur moaned into Harry's mouth thoroughly enjoying his kiss and the feel of his tongue in her mouth curling around hers teasing and caressing her with skilful intent. His hands, warm and strong were curved around her shapely but slender waist pulling her strongly against him, her breasts flattening against the hard muscle of his chest as the world melted away but for the kiss. Fleur wrapped her arms around his neck and curled her fingers into his untidy raven mop flexing her long slender fingers in it and moaned again. Then finally they came apart with a soft moist expiration of sound and took a much needed breath.
"Zat was better than ze train," Fleur commented happily, her voice a virtual purr and a little deeper than normal.
"I do try my best," Harry said, "And on the train I didn't want to push too hard."
"You should have just shown me ze monster cock," Fleur said with a throaty chuckle and rubbed her beautiful body against him. Her long slender toned leg curled around him pressing their midsections together and he could feel the moist heat of her core already.
"Is that all I am to you, ze Monster Cock," he said imitating her accent for the last.
"Iz that a problem," Fleur asked teasingly.
"Not at all," Harry said, "As long as you don't mind where I decide where to put it."
"Hmm, it's going in my pussy, my hot, wet, tight leetle pussy. It's going to be ze tight fit, but I will 'old you clench you and work you deep into my body and milk you 'ard."
Harry took a shuddering breath, "Do you know you're a very sexy woman."
"I am Veela."
"No, you are Fleur, a wonderful sexy vibrant woman that I have in my arms."
"Such pretty words 'arry, 'ave you been practicing on your friends, THOSE friends."
"I've not had any complaints so far." Harry said with a smirk, kissing the elegant arch of her neck and causing her to virtually purr and once again move her beautiful body against him in enticing ways. His entire body was alight with the feel of her by this point and she felt amazing to hold, her body was soft and supple, shapely and firm in the right places and her skin was like silk against his rougher flesh.
"I bet not," Fleur purred returning his kisses with some of her own; her hands still tangled in his hair and then pulled him in for a soft, tender, but hot kiss her lips moving smoothly across his for the briefest of times before she pulled back. "Lay on ze floor. We must deal with this 'ere problem, before we can really begin."
"God you make me hard," Harry said as she pulled away and he saw her full body again.
"I thought Aluria did zat."
"Now it's you," Harry said looking her up and down with lust filled eyes.
"Lay down 'arry," she said pushing him gently towards the floor. He did as he was bade and went down to lay on his back on the rug in front of his faux fireplace, which he ignited with a look. He felt it was more romantic and set the scene but it caused Fleur to smile.
"What," he asked softly.
"Zis is like ze romantic novel."
"Too much?"
"Oh non my darling, just enough," Fleur replied shaking her long blonde locks at him as she looked down at him, her eyes turning predatory as she eyed his proud member, and very hard one at that, pointing straight up in the air as if reaching for her.
Without further preamble she hooked her thumbs in her French cut knickers and swiftly moved them down her superb legs, kicking them off to the side.
"Wow," Harry breathed looking at her naked desire for the first time.
"Merci," Fleur said stepping one leg over his body and moving around slightly to approach him squarely. She looked down at him for a long moment, her eyes dark with lust then slowly sank down, bending at the knee and approaching his cock from on top. Then just as his crown touched her heated labia she stilled utterly.
Harry growled in frustration as he literally felt her hot moist lips quiver on the tip of his crown, his eyes electric with desire as he looked up into Fleur almost thoughtful gaze.
"I will bond with you zis night," she told him, "Eet will be special I think to do so at a goddess' behest non."
"Yes," Harry agreed, aching to reach out and pull her down hard onto him but knew from experience that could actually hurt her if he did it too hard. Then her thighs flexed slightly and he breached her outer labia with a sensation quite unlike he was expecting, it was the same but different to other women as strange as that sounded. It was wonderful, heated and wet but seemed almost tighter somehow. Her labia seemed to meld around his crown and then his shaft as she slowly gaspingly, terribly slowly began to low herself down on his cock. Harry literally shuddered at the intensity of the feeling as it ran through him like an electric shock, only it carried on for much longer than any shock and thrilled him to the core.
Fleur face was one of concentrated bliss she reached forward and braced herself on his strong chest, holding herself steady as she gently took him into her trembling slender body, her beautiful sex melding itself around his rod to the point where she thought that she might die of pleasure. It was almost too much to bear and quite amazing to behold, he was so big and hard, bigger than any man she had been with before and she'd had her fair share as a very sexual being. It filled her to the brim, but she wanted more of him, wanted to own him utterly to engulf that beautiful cock of his in its entirety and if any woman could she, as a Veela, could adapt to him. She knew he was what some of the women in her dorm had called the mythical 'just say when' guy, but then she was no mere woman.
Her mouth gaped open as she slid an extra inch down his length, her eyes wide almost in shock as she took him ever deeper into her sex. Her vaginal walls fluttered around him, milking him for all she was worth because she had already decided that this was not just going to be a fuck, not for her and not for Harry, this was a bonding and that was special. She opened up her magical core, whispered the first stanza of the bonding ritual and felt herself slide down another inch causing Harry to moan even louder than before, he reached out and gripped her knees, then ran his hands up her thighs. It felt wonderful to Fleur and she almost came then and there, he was in turn doing something to her that she had never felt before and she could feel her magic mixing with his and making this an even more intense partnering. She actually glowed slightly as the bonding began, her nipples tightened painfully standing proud on her breast which Harry ached to touch and tease, but he felt almost weak at what she was doing to him.
Her thighs flexed again and she lifted herself just slightly making them both cry out in bliss at the extra friction of flesh on flesh then she relaxed her thighs and sank even deeper onto his shaft ever closer to his lap.
"Fleur," Harry said hoarsely, "Don't push too far."
"I can take eet," Fleur said opening her beautiful blue eyes and looking down at him with pure lust in her expression and a little caring thrown in for good measure. "I am Veela."
"You say that a lot, but it's the Fleur I want, not just the Veela."
That actually redoubled Fleur conviction to own his cock and she felt herself drop down a little further causing them both to gasp, "I am so close to cumming," she breathed sounding a little surprised.
"Then by all means do Fleur," Harry replied his tone rough and filled with desire.
Fleur smiled down at him, "Soon," she said, "And when I do the bond will complete, but so must you."
Harry smiled slightly, "Fleur that won't be a problem. You have the tightest most amazing pussy I've ever had the pleasure of being inside."
Fleur smiled, "We are perfect fit non?"
"It's so good," Harry agreed.
Fleur pressed herself down again making his eyes go out of focus and drop his head back to the floor. Fleur let out a small passion filled cry of pure pleasure that caused Harry's dick to twitch which in turn ripped a full throated moan of bliss from Fleur. "So close," she virtually whispered. Then she whispered the rest of the bonding ritual and pressed down a little more.
Harry let out a pitiful moan gripping her thighs hard for a moment trying to hold off for a while longer, but it was becoming increasingly hard to do so. "Oh god Fleur." He breathed.
"Just a little further," she breathed and pushed down a little harder her eyes going wide with pleasure and shock, "So full, so very full."
"Oh god," Harry moaned again unable to muster up a real sentence.
"Mon Dieu I'm so full, my pussy feels so good and full 'arry," she breathed her voice sin personified.
"Oh god," Harry breathed again then she sank down the furthest anyone had managed with him since he had become sexually active and his head pounded with pleasure as she fluttered around him her high pitched cries of ultimate gratification spurring him on to his own orgasm which exploded into his mind with a white flash of bliss.
The two panted for a moment as the white wave receded, but Harry was still rock hard in Fleur's fluttering pussy.
"Hmm," Fleur said breathing hard, "A leetle further I think."
"Oh god."