Alright, I am back! Now, this chapter, I tried really hard with the dialog not sucking ass so hopefully, it paid off. WARNING: It does get a little steamy at the end so you have been warned!
Review Responses:
Viktor Marshall - Damn this is really good and I wanna see this all thw way through
-First off, thank you! And secondly, I am going to see this all the way through as well.
im1 - I really enjoy this and like where it's headed. I struggle with updates that far apart so I may wait for a few before I reread everything and then your updates. thank you for writing and have a nice new year
-Thank you and I hope that you have a nice new year as well. I know that the update are slow and that people want me to update faster, I wish I could, but with working and having college, my time is limited. As I said, I will try and update every month.
arata7kasuga - I am confused. The explanation on Harry's magical colors makes no sense seeing as the houses only exist in Hogwarts. There are several other schools in existence but none of them have Slytherin or Gryffindor. Also, Fleur obviously has no issue flaunting in front of him and if Harry's mind is already telling him he should pay attention, it makes no sense why his supposed common sense says not to when she doesn't even mind?
-I did answer this question through PM with this person, but for anyone who is confused:
Harry: Red and Green (Gryffindor and Slytherin)
Fleur: Light Blue (Family color and Beauxbatons uniform color)
Hermione: Red and Blue (Gryffindor and Ravenclaw)
Ron: Red (Gryffindor)
Neville: TBD
Luna: TBD
If any of you have any guesses, please leave them in the reviews. Alright! Now that is out of the way, on with the story!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter!
The Guardian
Chapter 5: Hogwarts
1 September 1995
Over the next few weeks leading up to September 1st, Harry, along with Fleur and Sirius trained every day. One day was magical training and the next day would be sword training. For Harry's training with Sirius, he had Harry start running the parameter of the basement three times each day to gain endurance. At first, Harry could only do about two laps before collapsing on his hands and knees, even passing out one time from complete exhaustion. Although, after a while, Harry was able to complete the three laps without passing out. Serpico and Hedwig joined him in doing the laps as they wanted to gain endurance and speed as well.
As for magical training, Fleur mainly focused on his defenses as she wanted Harry's shield to be almost unbreakable. Fleur did dabble some advanced spells and curses into the training. With both training sessions combined, Harry started to feel better physically, mentally, and emotionally as he was with the people who care about him. His friendship with Ron and Hermione grew stronger throughout the weeks as they spent time hanging out, some light reading for next term, and generally having a good time.
Now, Harry found himself walking on the sidewalk of Platform 9 ¾ with Fleur on his right, Sirius in Animagus form on his left with Jean, Appoline, and Gabrielle right behind them. Harry had his sword strapped on the left side of his hip and had Serpico laying across his shoulders, slightly hissing. As they passed through the crowd, people started to recognize them and mutter under their breath or glare. Harry ignored them the best he could and continued to walk until the group found a relatively clear area. Harry then turned to Jean, who kneeled to be eye level with him.
"Harry, do not let those people get to you ok? Just have a good year. Keep training and keep your head up." Jean spoke as he put his hand on Harry's shoulder comfortingly.
Harry nodded with a small smile, "Ok Jean."
Jean also smiled and gave him a quick hug before Appoline took Jean's place in front of Harry. Usually, Harry was able to handle her allure, but the smile that she had on her lips almost made him lose control.
"'Arry, while we 'ave not known each other zat long, but I 'ave been able to see you train nonstop for ze past few weeks and know zat you are destined for great zings." When she pulled him into a soft hug, Harry could briefly feel like his own mother was hugging him; However, it only lasted for a few moments before Appoline lightly kissed the top of his head and pulled away. Gabrielle gave Harry a huge hug and made him promise that he would hang out with her more.
Jean looked at his watch and let the two of them know that the train would be departing any minute. Fleur and Harry waved at the group and boarded the train right before the whistle blew and it started off towards Hogwarts. The two found Ron and Hermione in a compartment near the back with a blonde girl who was reading a magazine upside down that Harry did not recognize and Neville Longbottom.
"Hey Neville, how was your summer?" Harry asked as he and Fleur walked into the compartment.
"I-It was good" responded Neville with a small smile, "How was your Harry? What about yours Miss Delacour?"
Fleur smiled at him "It's Fleur to you, Monsieur Longbottom and it was very well."
"Alright, but it's Neville to you as well."
"My summer was alright," Harry said as he sat down on the bench with Fleur and Hermione while Neville, Ron, and the blonde girl were sitting on the other side.
The blonde, who was still reading the magazine but did not look up from it, said: "I believe you, Harry Potter."
Harry was completely confused by what she said, so he asked, "Um, what are you talking about Miss…"
"Lovegood, Luna Lovegood" the blonde now identified as Luna who looked up from her magazine "I am talking about those articles from the Prophet, my father and I do believe you in that The Dark Lord has returned." Luna then turned her attention towards Fleur, "Although, I am confused on why The Beauxbatons Champion is here."
Harry looked at Fleur and nodded, Fleur snapped out her wand and cast up a privacy charm around the compartment. Harry then turned to Neville and Luna, "I'm going to tell you both something that cannot be repeated to anyone else ok?"
When they both nodded, although Luna some did reluctantly, Harry took a deep breath before, "The reason Fleur is here is she has become my trainer and bodyguard. I have been training with her on magic and someone else for sword training." Harry unsheathed The sword of Gryffindor as Luna and Neville gapped at it.
"C-Could I hold it?" Neville asked nervously.
"Sure, just do be careful with it."
Harry handed over the sword to Neville and the shy Gryffindor held it in complete awe. However, Serpico thought that Neville was a threat and came out from hiding, hissing at him and Luna. They jumped back, Neville almost dropping the sword as he saw a Black Mamba hissing at him.
$Enough Serpico, they are friendss.$ Harry hissed to his snake before turning back to the group, "Sorry about that, Serpico does not know you so she was trying to be protective."
"Y-You have a snake?" Asked Neville as he relaxed.
"Yeah," Harry said, scratching the back of his head, "I got her when Fleur wanted me to show her that I could talk to snakes."
The group continued to talk about random stuff for a while. The privacy charm must have worn off some time ago because the door slid open and was accompanied by a sneering voice that made Harry inwardly groan, "Well, look what we have here, it's Potty and his band of misfits."
Draco Malfoy was standing in the doorway with a sneering smirk on his lips while Crabbe and Goyle laughed at the rather lame joke.
"Sod off Malfoy!" snarled Ron as he started to rise out of his seat before Luna pulled him back down.
Malfoy then spotted Fleur sitting and smile luxurious at her, "Well Hello sweetie, why don't you leave these losers and I can show you a real man."
Something inside Harry snapped when he heard Draco talk to Fleur like that. He leaped out of his seat, drew his sword, pointing the tip just inches away from the Ferret's throat, and started to hiss at him, not realizing that he was speaking Parseltongue.
$Don't you dare talk to her like that or I'll cut off your head and let my snake feast upon your corpse!$
Everyone in the compartment was shocked still as they gazed at Harry who still had the sword tip at Draco's throat. Malfoy swallowed hard as he looked into the eyes of the person that faced a dragon and lived to tell the tale, although, his sneer returned onto his lips seconds later and walked away with his two lackeys. Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath before opening his eyes and re-sheathed the sword. Harry turned back to the group of friends and found them still in complete shock.
"Harry … what did you say to him?" Hermione asked as she shook her head to clear out the shock.
Harry smiled somewhat sheepishly "Um … I may have uh, said that if he spoke to Fleur like that again … I would cut off his head and let Serpico feed on the body."
The compartment was silent for a few seconds before Ron and Neville started to laugh, hard. They held their stomachs as they almost fell out of their seats. Fleur and Luna were giggling behind their hands, but Hermione, one the other hand, was not amused by that at all.
"Harry! You should've said …" began Hermione
Harry held up his hand to stop her, "Hermione, he could not have understood what I said so it does not matter anymore and that prick had it coming to him."
Hermione huffed but conceded that he did have a point. The rest of the train ride to Hogsmeade was uneventful as they continued to talk, joke around, and just have a good time.
The sky was already dark by the time the Express pulled into Hogsmeade. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fleur, Luna, and Neville were one of the last to get off, so there was only one carriage left. As they got closer, Harry could see a black skeleton horse with bat-like wings.
"What is pulling the carriages?" Harry asked as he started to pet the winged-horse on the snout.
"Um, Harry, there is nothing pulling them," Hermione stated as she, Ron, and Fleur did not see anything in front of the carriages.
"They're Thestrals" interjected Luna "People can only see them if they have seen …"
"Death" breathed Hermione, her eyes widen in shock as she remembered reading about these creatures in one of her many books.
"I can see them too" Spoke Neville as he gazed at the black beasts.
Hermione spun around, "How can both of you see them?!"
"My mother died when I was younger and I was there when it happened," Luna explained in her dreamy, away voice.
"I-I saw my grandfather pass away, that's why I c-can see them," Neville said.
Harry was not listening to the conversation behind him. His mind went back to the events of last year and the final task of that tournament.
"Cedric" whispered Harry as he saw the sickly green spell fly past his eyes.
The death of Cedric Diggory haunted him every day since that happened. He still blamed himself for the death of his friend and the guilt hung over his head. Fleur saw that Harry was still as a statue, so she wrapped her arms around Harry's shoulders from behind and gave him a comforting squeeze, letting him know that she was there for him. Harry shook his head to banish those thoughts and smiled a little at Fleur for comforting him. They all got into the carriage and rode through the dark path to the Hogwarts' gates. Going through the entrance, the group then climbed the stairs to The Great Hall. Luna waved goodbye as she skipped towards the Ravenclaw table as the rest of the group walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat down in the middle. After the sorting of new students, Dumbledore walked from his seat at the Head Table to behind the podium.
"Good Evening!" He said with his grandfatherly smile "For those who are new, I would like to welcome you to Hogwarts, I hope that you all will learn and grow at your time here and for those who are returning, welcome back. Before we eat, I do have some announcements. Firstly, The Forbidden Forest is off limits to everyone. Secondly, you might notice that we have Miss Fleur Delacour in our halls again. That is because the French Ministry wants to investigate Mr. Potter's claims of Voldemort returning…"
Harry saw the majority of the students flinch at the name, to which he muttered, "Idiots!"
Dumbledore continued, "So she will be with him to make sure that the claims are true and that his mental state is normal. Lastly, I would like to welcome Dolores Jane Umbridge, who graciously accepted the position of the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor…"
"Hem! Hem!"
All of the students and Dumbledore turned to look at the Head Table to see Umbridge, covered in pink clothing, stand up and walk around to be in front of Dumbledore. She had a big smile, which to anyone with half-a-brain would see that it was fake and sinister looking.
"I would like to say that it is an honor to be teaching here. However, I and the Ministry have seen the lack of education in the past few years in Defense Against the Dark Arts, so they have deemed it necessary to intervene to get it back on track. I hope everyone is as excited as me." Dolores said in her sickly-sweet tone.
With that, she walked back to her seat as Dumbledore and some students, mostly from Slytherin, started to clap. After the small amount of clapping died down, Dumbledore turned back to everyone and clapped his hands, "Tuck in."
Food appeared on the tables and the Hall was filled with chatter and laughter. At the Gryffindor table, Harry and Fleur were not able to fathom on how Umbridge was able to get this position. Their disbelief and anger must have been clear on their faces as Ron, Hermione, and Neville asked what was wrong.
"She was at my trial!" Harry hissed out as his anger started to rise.
"Umbridge?" Ron asked and Harry nodded his head, "Bloody Hell! Why would she be here?"
Fleur responded, "She wants to marginalize 'Arry and Dumbledore's claims about ze Dark Lord returning."
"And with the Defense position open at the start of every year, it gave her and the Ministry the perfect opportunity." Added Harry, shaking his head. Ron, Neville, and Hermione nodded at what he said as it was true.
Fleur turned to face Harry, with a look of surprise, "No professor 'as lasted more zan a year?!"
"Yep" nodded Harry, "The first year, I "killed" Qurriell. Second year, Lockart's memory was wiped, by himself nonetheless. Third year, Lupin had to leave because of his condition. Last year, we had that Moddy impostor."
Fleur had a horrified look on her face, "Is zere a curse on zat position?"
Hermione shrugged, "We do not have definitive proof, but over the past 4 years, it's hard not to think that."
Fleur shook her head in disbelief and went back to her food. They continued to talk until it was time to go back to the dorms for the night. As the group was getting up, a voice made them stop and turn around.
"Mr. Potter, Miss Delacour."
The stern Professor Minvera McGonagall walked up to the aforementioned, as Harry waved back to his friends to go on without them. He then turned back to the Transfiguration Professor.
"Albus told me about your situation and I knew that the boy's dormitory would not work. So if you go up to the painting over the fireplace and say "Mischief Managed", that will gain you access to the marriage quarters. Your room is the second door on the right." She explained with her usual stern expression.
Harry smiled, "Thank you, Professor."
McGonagall's lips twitched into the smallest of smiles, "I hope that both of you will behave yourselves."
Harry blushed as Fleur giggled and nodded at the professor before dragging Harry by the arm. He led her to the Gryffindor common room, spoke the password, and walked in. Right after walking into the common room, it went completely silent, with most of the students either staring or glaring at Harry.
'Great, they must believe those Prophet articles.' Harry thought with an inward groan.
Seamus Finnigan got up from his seat next to Dean Thomas with a sneer twisted on his lips, "I'm surprised that they even let you come back here."
Harry narrowed his eyes slightly at the Irishman, "What are you talking about Seamus?"
He rolled his eyes, "I'm talking about how the Ministry hadn't strapped you in a stray jacket and thrown you into Azkaban. That whole trial was rigged in your favor…"
"Zat trial was character assassination and a sham!" Fleur hissed out, glaring at Finnigan.
Seamus scoffed, "Oh shut up you bint! I was not talking to you."
Harry's anger, which was rising every second at that moment, boiled over. He raised his left arm, leveling it at his former roommate and hissed.
$Attack!$
Serpico then launched from Harry's outstretched arm and sunk her fangs into his right forearm. Since he was not a dangerous threat, she did not release any venom. Finnigan screamed in agony as he fell onto the floor, clutching his arm with the snake still wrapped around it. Nobody moved to help him as they were frozen in pure fear. Two prefects did start to walk towards Harry but stopped in their tracks when he glared at them, eyes glowing.
"I am only going to say this once, so listen up! If you do believe those articles, then fine! You might as well go dig your own fucking graves too!" Harry growled out. He then turned towards the painting over the fireplace, which was watching the altercation with interest. Walking over to it, Harry spoke in a clipped tone that was barely holding his anger in.
"Mischief Managed."
The painting nodded its head, the wall swung outwards to expose a hallway that was lit by several torches lining the walls. Harry turned his head back to Seamus, who still had Serpico latched onto his arm and Dean trying to pull the snake off.
$Come, Serpico!$ Harry hissed.
The snake let the Irishman go and slithered towards her master, hissing at people in the way. She curled up his legs, making her stop at his shoulders. Fleur, who was silent at the moment, glared at Seamus and the people who believed those stupid articles, walked over to Harry and they made their way into in hallway. The wall closed on them and the painting turned around in their frame as Harry turned his attention to them.
"I do not want anyone gaining access unless Fleur or I give permission, understood?"
The painting nodded their head in understanding before twisting around in the frame. Fleur grabbed Harry by the shoulder before he could start walking further into the hallway and looked at him in the eyes.
"'Arry, you shouldn't 'ave done zat, you could get into a lot of trouble." Her voice was laced with concern.
"I know," Sighed Harry, his anger all but gone now, "I just, kinda snapped at Seamus for calling you that name."
Fleur smiled, "Zank you 'Arry, but do and try to keep your anger under control alright?"
"Ok."
Fleur bent down, which gave Harry a peek at her cleavage and gave him a peck on the cheek. She then grabbed his hand in hers and dragged Harry through the corridor before stopping in front of the second door on the right side. Harry grabbed the knob, which glowed slightly, and twisting it, opening the door to their new room.
Back in the common room, it was completely silent before the male prefect turned to Dean, who was kneeling next to a still bleeding Seamus.
"Take Mr. Finnigan to the Hospital Wing and make sure that Madam Pomfrey tests for any venom."
Dean nodded, and with Seamus' arm wrapped up in a piece of cloth, they walked out of the common room and towards the Hospital Wing. The prefect turned to his female counterpart, who nodded and they began to walk towards the fireplace. However, before they could get to it, Hermione stepped in front of them with her arms crossed as Ron and Neville flanked on either side of her, their wands drawn and leveled at the two.
"Where are you two going?" Hermione questioned with a raised eyebrow and a challenging tone in her voice.
The female prefect spoke up for the first time that night, "We are going to take Mr. Potter to Professor McGonagall for punishment for attacking another student."
Hermione shook her head, "No one will take him anywhere. Seamus got what he deserved."
Angelina Johnson, the Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, stepped forward, "How could say that Hermione? He attacked Seamus for no reason."
"No reason?!" Spat Hermione, whose eyes filled with anger, "What about second year when the whole house, excluding a few, thought that Harry was the Heir of Slytherin? Or last year with Harry being entered, against his will, in that blasted tournament? I specifically remember you blaming him for your loss of not being chosen."
Johnson scowled at that statement as it was true, she did blame Harry for her not being the Hogwarts champion and never fully accepted that her seeker didn't enter. Movement from either side caught her attention as she saw Fred, George, and Ginny standing in the line next to Ron and Neville in front of the fireplace.
"Hermione is right Angie, Harrykins never entered himself," Fred stated in an unusually serious tone.
"Enough! As Captain of the team, I'm removing Harry Potter, Fred, and George Weasley as I see them unfit for the team and baring any other Weasley from the team in the future so long as I am Captain." Angelina declared with a smirk.
'Did not see that one coming, but that was a stupid decision.' Thought Hermione as she turned to look beside her to see Neville laughing, Fred, George, Ron, and Ginny all had a smirk all on their faces.
Ginny was the first one to speak, her voice laced with amusement, "Really Johnson? You're going to kick the team's star seeker off because you do not believe him about Voldemort returning. He was the reason that this team won most of the matches the past 4 years."
Angelina paled as that statement hit her straight in the gut. Harry was the main reason for the Gryffindor team winning the majority of their matches. She looked at the now former beaters who had deviously smirks on their usually relaxed and joking faces, while Ron and Ginny were grinning. Everyone else was shocked at the declaration but ultimately agreed with their team captain. The male prefect looked at his watch to see that it was close to curfew, so he turned to his female counterpart and told the common room that they needed to go to bed. The crowd started to disperse and headed up towards their respective dorms. Hermione nodded her thanks to the twins, who gave her two thumbs up. Neville, Ron, and Ginny just nodded back in response.
'I just hope that Harry won't be too angry about being kicked off the team.' Hermione thought as she walked up to her dorm room.
The door opened to reveal a living area about the size of the common room. It was lit with a fireplace and torches, complete with two sofas and a couple of chairs surrounding the fireplace. The walls were covered in Gryffindor colors, really matching well with the bricks of the wall. On the opposite side of the entrance, there was a spiraling staircase that led to a second floor. Harry and Fleur walked up and found a small hallway with two doors on the right and a door on the left, in the middle of the other doors. The first door on the right was a guest bedroom while the second door was a modest bathroom. With those doors identified, that only left the door on the opposite wall that was the way to the master bedroom.
The master bedroom was massive, twice the size of their room at Number 12. On the wall with the door was a fireplace that had a two-person size sofa in front of it. A king-sized bed was against the opposite wall with two nightstands on either side of the bed. An armoire sat, pressed up against the wall with the entrance. On the left side of the room was an arched opening that leads to a bathroom with curtains acting as a "door" of sorts, which was outfitted with everything that the two of them needed. A counter that held two sinks, a big mirror that followed the way of the counter, walk-in shower, and a little room for the toilet. Harry and Fleur found their trunks, leaning on the armoire.
"This is amazing!" said Harry as he gazed into the bedroom.
Fleur nodded with a smile, "It is."
Harry turned to Fleur, yawing, "We should get to bed as there might be trouble in the morning."
Fleur agreed before her smile turned into a feral smirk, "I'm going to change in ze bathroom so you can change 'ere. No peeking ok?"
Harry nodded with a curious expression while Fleur grabbed some clothes and walked into the bathroom, closing the curtain. Harry got a loose pair of shorts and shirt from his trunk and changed before climbing on top of the bed to find Serpico at the foot of the bed, fast asleep. A few minutes went by before the curtains opened as Fleur came out of the bathroom. She was wearing a large white shirt that stopped at the top of her black lace panties. The bottoms hugged her waist and ass, making her look even more beautiful than she usually did. Harry blushed and looked away, which made Fleur giggle.
"'Arry, look at me," Fleur said in a husky tone.
It took a few seconds before he turned back to Fleur to see her walking towards him, swaying her hips seductively. The way that she was walking was like a predator stalking its prey. When she made her way over to the bed, Fleur pushed Harry onto his back and climbed up, straddling his stomach.
Harry was beet red and stammered out, "F-Fleur, W-What are y-you doing?!" His voice was two octaves higher due to his embarrassment of having a stunning woman in very little clothing straddling him.
Fleur looked down at Harry with a lustful smirk, before leaning down, pushing her breasts into his chest, and putting her lips right next to Harry's left war, "I just wanted to zank you for defending me."
With that, Fleur sat back and grabbed the hem of the shirt, sliding it up slowing to revealing her nude form from the waist up. Harry's gazed was drawn to her flat stomach and followed up to her 32D Cup breasts. They were full, perky, and her nipples were sticking out, obviously hard with arousal. Harry went completely ridged in embarrassment as a certain part of him started to stir indirect result of having a mostly naked 17-year-old Veela straddling him. Fleur grabbed his hands in hers and guided them to her supple chest. Once his hands grabbed ahold of them, Harry's privates stood fully up and was barely poking Fleur in the ass.
"F-Fleur, w-we shouldn't b-be doing t-this!" Harry stammered out, trying to take his hands off her breasts, but she held them there.
"'Arry," Fleur cooed in that husky tone, "I trust you and I want you to feel zem."
Fleur rolled his hands in hers to make him rub her chest, making her moan lightly. She also put pressure on his hands, making them squeeze the supple female flesh. That caused Fleur to moan even louder, which in turn made Harry moan quietly. She slid back so that her privates were lined up with his and started to grind on it. Even with three layers of clothing, she could feel the male anatomy, which made her lust grow even more. That action also caused Harry to moan louder, feeling Fleur grinding her vagina against his penis.
"Oh 'Arry! Just like zat! Squeeze my breasts!"
Fleur looked down at Harry and could smell hormones in the air. She was able to smell them before in the morning, though the smell was faint, now it was more noticeable. Harry could not believe the softness and firmness of Fleur's breasts, they were soft, the elasticity was incredible, and Harry wanted to sleep on a pillow made of her chest. After a few minutes, Fleur stopped grinding as she did not to freak Harry out by having an orgasm, since he did not know that might be like, She let go of his hands, which stayed attached to her chest, threw the covers over them with Fleur on top of Harry, cradling his head in her chest and intertwining her legs with his. The last thing Harry heard before the tiredness of the day took him was:
"Goodnight Mon Amour, I love you."
A/N: That was my first time writing a steamy scene, so if I could get any feedback, that would be awesome! Well that is it for now, until the next chapter, Don't forget to Read and Review. Swat303810 Signing off!
