A/N 1: Chapter 6 is here! Alright, I would like to thank everyone for sticking with me this long and your patience.
Review Response:
highlander348: Great sex scene! Please let them have sex soon or at least let Fleur give Harry a blowjob and then swallow his cum. That would be so kinky. Hehe. Hope you like that suggestion!
I am glad that you liked the scene, it was the first time I have ever written something like that. They will not have sex for a while, I would like to explore more of the relationship first before, but thank you for the suggestion.
HNZ: "Harry then turned to Jean, who kneeled to be eye level with him." How short is Harry?
Harry is 5ft 9in, Fleur is 6ft 1in, Jean is 6ft, Appoline is 6ft 2in, Ron is 5ft 9in, Hermione is 5ft 8in, Neville is 5ft 10, and Luna is 5ft 9in.
Dault3883 Barron Backslash: good job i think what angelina did should be reported to mcgonagall and she should have her captain status revoked and harry and gred and forge should be reinstated that was a very petty thing to do she should be kicked off the team as well ginny could take her place
I will not have Angelina's status revoked, I do have a plan for the team so just wait for that. Gred and Forge will not be reinstated as that has to do with my plan with Angelina in a future chapter and Ginny cannot play as Angelina banned all Weasleys from playing.
As Always, thank you everyone who read and reviewed, now on with the chapter!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter (Duh)
The Guardian
2 September 1995
The first thing Harry saw when he woke up the next morning was flesh, more specifically, the round orbs of the female flesh. It then hit him that Fleur was laying on top of him with her arms wrapped around his head, cradling him in her bosom, and her legs intertwined with his. The memories of last night started to come back to Harry and that caused him to go bright red. He turned his head to the left to see Fleur's right breast and that's when Harry got a tentative idea. Tilting his head, he lightly kissed her breast on the side which in turn caused Fleur to moan in her sleep and squeeze him affectionately. Seeing that Fleur liked what he was doing, Harry trailed kisses from the valley of her chest to the nipple and gave it a kiss.
"Oh 'Arry!" Fleur moaned, still not awake.
'She must really like what I am doing of she is moaning that much.' Harry thought with a small smile.
The voice that sounded like Sirius came back, 'If she likes it so much, then lick and suck on that nipple!'
Harry thought about what that voice said for a few seconds, also thinking back to last night, in which Fleur seemed to really like her breasts squeezed.
'Alright, here goes nothing!'
With that thought, Harry leaned in and captured her right nipple in between his lips and started to tentatively lick the erect body part. Fleur started to moan more and was grinding her pelvis against his morning wood. Fleur's eyes fluttered open and looked down to see Harry suckling on her right breast. This made her smile with a hint of a smirk.
"You really like my breasts don't you 'Arry?" Fleur asked with amusement laced in her voice.
Hearing her voice, Harry froze and unlatched from her chest, "Fleur?!" He squeaked out.
Fleur sat up with a cute pout on her lips and crossed her arms under her chest, pushing them up to make them more prominent, "Aw, why did you stop?"
"Y-You liked that?"
Fleur started to laugh lightly, "Of course I liked it. Would I 'ave let you continue if I didn't?"
"Oh," Harry nodded in understanding. Just then, some thoughts from last night popped into his head, "Hey Fleur, right before we fell asleep, you said "I love you", is that true? And, how did you know about those pleasure points that made you… moan?"
"Ze way I knew about those points was because of masturbation." That caused Harry to blush a little, "My Veela Nature also helped a bit, but it was mostly because of experimenting."
Then Fleur's cheeks turned a light shade of red, "For your first question, Oui, I did say zat I love you, and it's completely true."
This took Harry by surprise. Fleur Delacour, a beautiful 17-year-old witch loves and cares for him. Now, he wasn't completely blind to how the majority of the Hogwarts' female population was attracted to him. However, they saw him ONLY as the Boy-Who-Lived, nothing more. Those girls wanted the bragging rights to say that they dated/bedded Harry Potter. Fleur did not see him like that, she saw him for him, not the Boy-Who-Lived.
Harry looked into Fleur's dark blue eyes, only to see that she was telling the truth, "Uh, Fleur, are you sure about this?"
Fleur leaned down until she was inches away from Harry's face, smiling compassionately, "Oui, I am completely sure about zis. You are very special, in more ways zan one, and you deserve love."
Harry went silent for a minute before sitting up, which caused Fleur to slide off of his stomach onto his lap. She saw him looking down, and he started to speak in a very quiet, almost broken voice.
"Fleur, people who are around me get hurt or are almost killed. My relatives were right, I am nothing more than just a… freak."
Fleur stiffened at the statement. She knew that his home life was less than ideal, considering what she saw in that house when she was there to rescue him. Hearing this made Fleur's heart bleed for him, Harry is one of the most polite and honest people she had ever met. Harry faced challenges that people twice his age could not face. Fleur then took both of her hands and lifted his head to make them look at each other, eye to eye.
"You are not a freak! You never were and never will be a freak ok?" Fleur's voice was firm and reassuring as she peered into his emerald green eyes.
Harry stared into her eyes, searching for any dishonesty. When he did not find any, Harry nodded his head in understanding, but still knew that if she ever found out about the beatings, her mind would more than likely change. His eyes then looked down at her breast, which made Fleur smile a little before she told him that they needed to get up. Fleur got up and went to the dresser to get some clothes, but before she could make it to the bathroom, Harry stood in front of her. His head was looking down and a faint blush on his cheeks.
"Uh, Fleur… wouldyoubemygirlfriend?!"
Fleur giggled at Harry's garbled question. She leaned down so her mouth was right next to his left ear.
"Oui, I would love to be your girlfriend 'Arry." She whispered before she kissed his ear and walked into the bathroom to change.
Harry just stood there for a few seconds, completely still and a little shocked that Fleur said yes. A smile spread across his lips a few moments later. Fleur came out a couple of minutes later to find him already changed and saw his sword strapped to his hip and Serpico wrapped around his shoulders, looking like she had just woken up. Fleur grabbed Harry's right hand in her left and intertwined their fingers, which caused Harry to blush and smile shyly at her.
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When Harry and Fleur walked into the common room, they found it completely empty. This was unusual as there were at least a few people coming down from their dorms heading to the Great Hall on most days. They walked out of the common room and went down the path to the Hall for some breakfast. As both of them walked into the entrance, they noticed that most of the students from all four houses were already sitting down, eating. Harry spotted Ron, Hermione, and Neville sitting a little ways away from the rest of the Gryffindors. He led the way towards them and sat down with Fleur when they got to the spot.
Hermione smiled and the new couple, "Good morning you two, did you behave yourselves?" Her voice was mischievous.
Fleur smiled sweetly, "Weeeellll…"
Hermione's teasing smile/smirk disappeared and was replaced with a shocked expression, then looked at Harry who was blush bright red. Ron and Neville's face mirrored Hermione's as their eyes bounced back and forth from Harry and Fleur.
Before Hermione could speak, Fleur spoke up, "We didn't do anyzing too risque, but 'Arry did ask me to be 'is girlfriend." Raising their intertwined hands to show them.
It took about a minute before Hermione's brain finally kicked back into gear and her teasing smirk slowly came back onto her lips, "Finally! You finally asked her Harry!"
"Hey, what do you mean by finally?!" Harry asked in a mock-offended tone.
Hermione rolled her eyes, "I mean that it took you about a year to ask Fleur out. You did say that you had a crush on her since last year."
Harry opened his mouth and closed it several times, unable to come up with something to say. Fleur then turned her head towards Harry with a sly smirk on her lips, "Really 'Arry, you've 'ad a crush on moi for a year?"
Harry's face represented a tomato as he looked at Fleur, "Um, yeah, I… did." His voice was quiet.
He could hear Ron and Neville snickering at his embarrassment while Hermione tried and failed to keep her amusement down as she chortled slightly. All of them found it amusing that their friend, a person who faced down Voldemort, a Basilisk, and a dragon, but still blushes and stammers around women.
Fleur took pity on him and leaned towards his ear, "I'm flattered 'Arry." She then kissed him on the side of his head before turning to her food. Harry was about to dig into his food too, but Ron cleared his throat, "Uh Harry, I have some news that you… might not like." His voice shaking slightly.
Harry narrowed his eyes ever so slightly before waving him on to continue, Ron swallowed a little.
"Well… after what happened last night with Seamus, Angelina kicked you, Fred, and George off of the team. Her reasoning was that you are unfit to play. I'm sorry mate."
"Yeah," interjected Neville "We tried to explain that you are the reason that the team won most of the games in the past 4 years, but she stood her ground. I-It did not help that most of the house was behind her decision either."
Harry had a calm expression on his face while Ron and Neville talked, but his anger was rising on the inside. However, a thought came to mind during this, 'Why would I care anymore? She kicked me off, so it's their loss!'
"Alright," shrugged Harry, "Thank you for telling me."
Hermione, Ron, and Neville looked at him, surprised that he was not mad or angry, "You're not mad?" Hermione asked.
"Well, yeah, I'm not happy that I was kicked off, but I can't do anything about now can I?" Harry responded with another shrug.
The three of them nodded in understanding before going back to their food. They continued to talk, even when they finished with their food. Serpico started to feed off of the forgotten food. Since it was a Saturday, classes did not start until Monday, so the group decided just to stay and continue their conversations. A few minutes later, McGonagall walked over to them and stopped right behind Harry and Fleur.
"Mr. Potter, Miss Delacour," she intoned, "Professor Dumbledore would like to talk to the both of you. Follow me please." With that, she turned and started to walk away.
The two of them got up, waved to the others, and started to follow the Transfiguration Professor. They walked out of The Great Hall, up the stairs, and finally stopped in front of the Gargoyle Statue.
"Lemon Drop."
The statue nodded its head and moved to the side, revealing a spiraling staircase. The three of them walked up the stairs, opened the double doors that led into the Headmaster's office. Dumbledore was sitting behind his desk with Fawkes perched on the chair that he was sitting in. Harry and Fleur sat down in the two chairs, facing him while McGonagall stood on the left side of the desk.
Dumbledore smiled at the two of them, "Good Morning Harry, my boy, and to you as well Miss Delacour. Did you two have a good nights rest?"
"We did professor." Harry nodded.
"That's good. However, I did not call the two of you up to my office for just that. A prefect came to Minerva this morning that your snake attacked a student last night. Is this true?"
Harry's face became emotionless "Yes, sir. Serpico did attack Seamus last night, however, he was not injured more than a small bite and a bruised ego."
"Mr. Potter!" McGonagall gasped out, " How can you be so calm when saying something like that? You cannot condone attacking a student can you?"
"Excuse me, professor?" Fleur said heatedly "'Ow can you condone what your students did to 'Arry last year. I saw ze 'arrassment zat zose students were zrowing 'is way. What do you 'ave to say for zat professor?"
Harry saw his Head of House do something he had never seen her do, McGonagall, hung her head in shame. Dumbledore also looked upon his desk in guilt. Harry looked to his side to see Fleur smirking triumphantly. When McGonagall scolded for "attack" Seamus, he saw that move as somewhat hypocritical as she had turned a blind eye at harassment aimed at him last year and second year. Fleur's smirk turned into glaring as she wanted to hear the two professors swallow their own pride. Laying a hand on her's, Harry gently squeezed them to show her that he appreciated what she was doing. Fleur's glared disappeared when she felt him squeezing her hands and smiled at him. Harry turned his attention back to the Headmaster and his Head of House, curious about what their responses will be.
"Well, professors, are you going to answer my girlfriend's question or not?" Trying to keep his anger under control, Harry's voice came out as even as possible.
"I-I wanted to intervene and do something," McGonagall spoke up, finding some of her voice, "But I couldn't show that I favored you and was on your side when I need to be neutral."
"Really?!" Harry scoffed, not believing what he just heard, "So you can't show favoritism, but Snape can all of the time?!"
"Professor Snape." Dumbledore corrected, although his voice was low.
"He may be a teacher here, but he has done nothing to gain my respect; especially when he continuously insults my parents and me." Harry bit out, very close to losing his anger.
Fleur put her hand on his shoulder, trying to convey her message that he needed to calm down. It worked slightly as he laid back into the chair, but did not stop glaring. Turning back to the two older adults, she was not pleased with them. The two of them scolded Harry for standing up to the stupid Irishman, but when being called out for their lack of action during the past years; The Headmaster and Head of House had nothing to say.
Fleur took a deep breath, "If you 'ave nozing to say, 'Arry and I will be going now." Taking his hand, Fleur took Harry out of Dumbledore's office.
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Harry and Fleur continued to walk until they were on the 7th floor, a floor with many unused classrooms. Harry stopped, which caused Fleur to stop and look at him with a curious stare. Gazing into her eyes, Harry found his voice.
"Fleur, I wanted to thank you for being there and making sure that I kept my anger in check."
Fleur smiled, "Of course 'Arry. I will always be zere for you." She bent down and placed a light kiss on his forehead. Harry closed his eyes and relished in the attention from her lips. Opening his eyes, Harry asked, "So, what do you have planned for today Fleur?"
Fleur's smile shifted into a devious smirk, "'Ow about some training?" Harry felt a shiver go down his spine in a pleasant feeling.
"O-Ok Fleur."
Fleur dragged him into an empty classroom, which still had some desks in the middle. Fleur flicked her wand out and waved it at the desks, the furniture then moved to the back of the classroom, stacked on top of each other. Fleur then took off her shirt to reveal a black sports bra and transfigured her jeans into tight blue yoga pants. Harry blushed but did not turn away from her. This caused Fleur to smile at him, she was a little happy that he was not completely shy anymore now that they were together. Fleur walked over to Harry, her chest giggling ever so slightly, and transfigured his clothes into a light gray t-shirt and shorts. Fleur then went over to the opposite side of the room and faced Harry, who was placing Serpico and his sword on a table.
"Alright 'Arry, I want you to only use your shield. If you survive zis, zen we will move on to more offensive training." Fleur explained.
Harry nodded his head as he got into his fighting stance, raising his wand to level with Fleur and placing his right foot slightly in front of his left one. He gripped his wand tightly as he wanted to prove to Fleur that he has improved. Swinging his arm in front of him, in an arc motion, Harry yelled,
Protego!
With a slight hiss, his shield came to life, covering Harry in red and green. Fleur got into her stance as well and decided to test him. Taking a deep breath, Fleur started to fire off curses in Harry's direction. Harry saw several spells coming his way but did not hear any incantation. He braced himself right before the curses slammed into the shield, causing some sparks and smoke. When everything cleared, Fleur saw that her attacks did not do anything to his shield, so she started to run around him in a circle to catch Harry off guard. He saw that Fleur started to run around him on his left, which was not covered. Harry spun to the left and erected his shield, just seconds before the attacks crashed into it. This went on and on as Harry turned every 90 degrees to cover himself from Fleur's barrage of spells and curses.
"You can do better zan zat!" Fleur yelled as she skidded to a stop right in front of him.
Harry narrowed his eyes as he saw Fleur start to run in the opposite direction. Again, Harry shielded himself every 90 degrees, but could not gain the power to create a full cover shield to protect him. As Fleur was circling him, she saw a small gap between the angles of Harry's charm. With a smirk, she waited until that gap was visible and when it was, Fleur took that chance.
Stupify!
The spell shot through the gap and collided with his legs, knocking them out from underneath him. Harry fell onto his stomach, extracting a grunt of pain and knocked the wind out of him as his Protego charm dispelled. Fleur stopped running and walked up to Harry, who was trying to regain his breath. She looked down her nose at him, disappointment was written all over her face.
"Is zis ze best you can do 'Arry? Maybe Voldemort was going easy on you or you never really fought 'im." Fleur said as she shook her head and started to walk away.
"W-What was that?" gasped out Harry, not believing what he just heard.
Fleur stopped and gave him a sideways glance, "I said zat you couldn't 'ave fought ze Dark Lord. Ze Boy-Who-LIED!"
Hearing that from her, something snapped inside Harry. Struggling to his feet, he saw Fleur with her back to him. Breathing heavily and barely able to stand, Harry raised a shaky left hand and pointed at her.
"DON'T. EVER. CALL. ME. A. LIER!" Harry roared as magical energy was starting to surround him.
Fleur turned around to see Harry cloaked in red and green magic, however, the most surprising was his eyes. Harry's eyes were glowing red with the edges in green. Looking at him, Fleur knew that this was not just his anger, but something more… sinister and brutal. Harry swung his right and left arms out in front of him, creating a 180-degree arc.
Protego!
The shield roared to life and instead of the triangle-shaped one, this one was dome-shaped and full covered Harry. Fleur smirked as she started to run around him again, wanting to test out the charm in this state. Shouting several curses, they hit but did not weaken the charm at all. While the spells were not getting anywhere with the shield, they seem to aggravate Harry.
"YOU CALL ME WEAK BUT THOSE ATTACKS WERE PATHETIC!"
"'A, don't get cocky!" laughed Fleur as she continued to circle him.
Meanwhile, Serpico was watching what was going on. At first, she was in awe of the power of her master's shield, however, the power she felt now was nothing like before, $Master, what is going on with you?$
Harry growled at her taunts and decided to end this. Pushing magic through his left hand in order to keep up the Protego charm, he pointed his wand at Fleur, following her movement and when he found where she would be in a second, he took that opportunity.
Reducto!
The curse shot out and Fleur had to come to a sudden stop and throw up a shield to avoid getting reduced to ashes. The spell slammed into her charm and Fleur tried to push as much magic as she could into it, but the attack was just too powerful and shattered her shield. This caused a huge explosion and sent Fleur flying back and crashing into a wall, knocking the wind out of her. Fleur gave out a scream in pain from the impact of the wall. Shakily getting to her feet and trying to recover from the curse, she saw Harry on his knees with magical energy swirling around him. Slowly and limping her way to the perimeter of the storm, Fleur was surprised to the see that she was able to pass through and walk up to Harry. He looked up at her with his glowing red and green eyes.
"I'm sorry." Fleur crooked out, leveling her wand at him.
"NOOO!" Yelled out, Harry.
Stupify!
Harry slumped forward, unconscious as Fleur caught him in her arms.
A few seconds later, the classroom door flew opened to reveal Dumbledore, McGonagall, and a hook-nosed, greasy haired man with a scowl on his face. They all had their wands drawn, looking around the room for any threats. However, all they saw was rubble from desks scattered around the floor and Fleur cradling Harry in her arms. McGonagall was the first one to sense that there was no threat and put her wand away.
"Miss Delacour, could you please explain what happened here?" Her usual stern tone was replaced with panic.
Fleur looked up at the professor, her voice shaking a little, "I-I was training 'Arry and 'e somehow lost control, zat is what caused ze explosion."
The greasy-haired man scoffed and was about to say something, but Albus beat him to the punch, "Not a word Severus!" His tone commanded that the man better be quiet.
Looking at Harry's sweaty and pale face, McGonagall said, "We need to get Mr. Potter to the Hospital Wing right now."
Dumbledore nodded, "Yes, take Miss Delacour and Mr. Potter to Poppy while Severus and I fix up the room."
"Yes, Albus" responded McGonagall before turning back to Fleur, "Are you able to walk?"
"Oi, I can still walk."
Fleur struggled a bit to get back onto her feet, but when she was able to get steady, Fleur picked up Harry bridal style and noticed something, he was really light even for a 15-year-old. Serpico slithered up her right leg and wrap herself around Fleur waist. McGonagall saw that Harry's sword was on the ground, so she walked over and picked it up. While Fleur had a bruise on her left leg which caused a slight limp, she was able to make the walk with the professor to the Wing. When they got to the large double doors, Minerva pushed them open to reveal the rather large Hospital Wing with empty beds and that sterile white color all over. Madam Poppy Pomfrey came out of her office when she heard the doors opening, and saw the Deputy Headmistress and Fleur Delacour holding an unconscious Harry Potter. When Fleur got a good look at the healer, she saw someone who looked to be in their mid-40s, even though Fleur figured that Pomfrey was much older than that.
"What happened this time Minerva?" Poppy asked with a small smile on her lips.
Minerva sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose, "Training."
The healer shook her head slightly before turning her attention to Fleur, "Can you place him on that bed right over there, the one that as his name plaque on the side."
Fleur saw the bed that the healer was talking about and as she got closer, Fleur was able to see a small plaque with Harry's name engraved onto it. She laid him down on the bed and took a seat beside him, wincing slightly because of her injured leg. Minerva stood at the foot of the bed while Madam Pomfrey took her position on the opposite side of Harry. Serpico hissed slightly as she was worried about her master, but Fleur petted the snake's head in order to calm her down a bit.
Pomfrey waved her wand over him, diagnosing the problem "So, what fully happened because he is almost out of magical energy and near exhaustion?"
Minerva agreed, "Yes, I would like to know as well."
Fleur hung her head in shame, "I-I was training Harry in 'is defenses. While 'is shield was almost unbreakable, 'e couldn't create a full dome-like one. I was able to zrough a gap in ze shield and may 'ave said some zings zat made 'im mad, which was my plan. 'Owever, what 'appened was somezing I couldn't 'ave predicted."
"What did you say to him?" Came the stern toned question.
"I said zat 'e could not 'ave fought Voldemort last year and …" Fleur hesitated for a few moments, "I-I called 'im ze Boy-Who-Lied."
Both Minerva and Pomfrey gasped at what they heard while Fleur continued to stare at the ground, tears starting to well up in her eyes. At that moment, she felt like absolute shit for saying those things. During the fight, Fleur did not think about how those words would affect Harry. After getting over their initial shock, Minerva rubbed her temples to ease an oncoming headache while the healer conjured up a blanket and draped it over Fleur, who was still in her sports bra and yoga pants.
"Ok, so after you said those things, what did you mean that your plan did not go as you thought it would?" asked Pomfrey.
Fleur did not say anything for about a minute before lifting her head, gazing at Harry, "'E got up slowly and 'is magic became out of control and ze Aura zat was emanating from 'im wasn't like anyzing I 'ave felt before. It was more brutal and powerful. 'Is eyes were glowing as well."
When Madam Pomfrey heard that from Fleur, she knew exactly what happened, "Magical Overdrive!" she muttered.
Minerva turned her head to look at the healer with a confused look, "What did you say Poppy?"
"Magical Overdrive," Madam Pomfrey said while looking at Minerva and Fleur, "It's an ability that a witch or wizard could possess and is kind of like a Last Resort. It is first activated if the person is under extreme physical, mental, or emotional distress. The ability boosts the person's magic so that their spells become more powerful or effective and their Aura is crushing. Their magic is 10 times more powerful than what it is usually."
"I have never heard of this ability Poppy," Minerva said, completely confused.
"That does not surprise me," Poppy nodded "From what the records say, only 100 cases of Magical Overdrive have ever been recorded."
"Only 100?!" Gasped out Fleur.
Poppy nodded, "Out of all the records I have studied in the past, only 100 witches and wizards have had this ability in all of history. The first one on record was Morgan Le Fay."
"Wait, the Morgana?" When Pomfrey nodded, Minerva just stood there in shock.
"Not zat I don't appreciate ze 'istory lesson, but 'ow does zat explain 'Arry's freakout?" Fleur asked in slight annoyance, trying to get the two older women back on topic.
Poppy shrugged with a sad look on her face, "I do not know, nothing in any of the records had said anything about losing control or how to control the power."
Fleur swallowed hard, "So, zere is no 'ope?"
Poppy shook her head, "All we can do is wait for him to wake up and hope that Mr. Potter can gain control of this ability with proper training. Now if that is done, have you sustained any injuries, Miss Delacour?"
"Only a bruise on my left leg, ozzer zan zat, no."
Madam Pomfrey nodded her head before turning and walking back into her office. McGonagall and Fleur thinking that she was going to study those records some more in order to find any information. Leaving the two alone with Harry, Fleur was looking at him with a sad look, knowing that when Harry found out about this power, he will not want it. With that thought, Fleur wondered why Harry would not want it or be afraid of it.
"Miss Delacour, Fleur?" She looked away from Harry and to the Transfiguration Professor, "I know that what I am about to say will not mean much to you, but I would like to say that I am sorry. I have failed him as a teacher in letting the abuse continue, especially last year. When he wakes up, I will tell him personally, but I wanted you to know first at the very least." After saying that, McGonagall turned away, with her head hung slightly, and walked out of the Hospital Wing.
Fleur just sat there, shocked by what the older woman had said. She thought that she and Dumbledore would not take responsibility for their inactions during the past 4 years. Shaking her head and taking a deep, shaky breath, Fleur turned back to Harry, knowing that he will need her more now than ever, and she will not let him down. Knowing that this year will be a hard one, Fleur knew that she needed to train him better and have Sirius somehow come and train him as well.
"I'm sorry 'Arry."
A/N 2: Now, before people get in a rage, let me explain. First, I have been tossing around the Magical Overdrive thing since chapter 2 but never knew how to implement it. Second, the ability is similar to Aang's Avatar's State in ATLA or Ash's Infernape's Blaze in Pokemon. Harry will slightly OP (Overpowered) in this story, which I had planned in the beginning. Now, that will not mean that Harry will be able to defeat his enemies in one move, he will have a struggle. Third, I understand that this implementation will cause some anger, which I can understand; however, I do hope that people will see what I am trying to do and stick it out to see the end. As always, please Read and Review.
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