Harry Potter & the Journey Into Isolation
By The Short Fat Fag
Chapter Thirteen: Hero Worship
After Defense Against the Dark Arts class was over Harry was about to head back to the infirmary to find the safety of his private room, when he was stopped by his two best friends.
"So Harry, what did you think of our new teacher?" Ron asked.
"Not much," he replied still remembering getting his head bitten off by the teacher for giving the right answer. "Kind of reminds me of Snape."
Hermione looked pensive and said, "Yes, they do have similar methods of teaching don't they?"
"Similar methods," Ron said incredibly, "I'd say they are almost one and the same."
"No they aren't Ron," Harry said. "Snape is horrible to everyone at all times, but Toft seems to be only hateful to me."
Ron was about to retort, but a look from Hermione stopped him in his tracks. They both knew it was true. However, the three were soon interrupted by Neville who came up to them and asked, "So Harry, are you going to start the D.A. back up again?"
Harry thought about it for a half a second and said, "Yeah, I think it would be a good idea."
Ron and Neville beamed and said "Brilliant" together.
Hermione however, has a look of deep concern on her face. "Harry, are you sure you're up to it yet, I mean you're technically still in the infirmary. I mean I don't want you to overdo it or anything."
Harry smiled at her and was grateful for her concern, "I think I can handle it."
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In the corridor watching the Gryffindors walk away from Professor Toft's classroom, Draco Malfoy stood there and wondered, 'How does he do that? Go from one minute of pure hell and then an hour later walk around as if it never happened.'
"Draco?" Goyle asked. "Why are you staring at Potter?"
Draco sighed and then drawled, "My father wants me to keep an eye on him. The Dark Lord wants to know what happened to him over the summer and father wants me to get closer to him. I have no idea how to do it."
Crabbe and Goyle stood there shocked; it was a rare moment when Draco Malfoy admitted that he didn't know how to do something.
"However, I do have an idea," Draco admitted planting a seed of deceit in his two stupid goons. "I'll have to think about it some more."
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On their way to their next class, which was Advanced Charms with Professor Flitwick, the Gryffindors made their way into the class. Entering the room and finding a place to sit that was near the door, but truly Harry didn't think he would need to leave early as Flitwick was always a kind hearted person and he felt safe there.
Then Harry realized, 'I feel safe with Flitwick.' Harry put more thought into it for a moment, 'I wonder where that comes from?' That was a very interesting thought as Harry didn't feel safe with anyone any more.
Moments later the bell rang and tiny little Flitwick came into the room and greeted his students, "Good afternoon everyone, good afternoon. Now today we are going to continue with our work with household charms. I want you to split up into smaller groups and practice with them."
"Um, Hermione," Harry began, "I have no idea what charms we are suppose to be working on. I've missed too much by not being here last week."
"We're doing simple packing charms and folding charms on our clothes, Harry. They're really easy to do, even Ron can do them," Hermione said.
"HEY!" Ron said insulted as Harry and Hermione laughed.
"Actually, we were going to start working on dueling," Hermione theorized, "but Professor Flitwick decided to wait to give us a refresher on our household charms. I think he wanted to wait until you came back to class to be honest."
"I guess he got a good look at me this morning," Harry said looking down.
Ron and Hermione shot looks at one another and Ron said, "You know it took all of us just to keep up with you. Even Snape looked like he was barely holding his own."
Harry grinned even though he was looking guilty about the whole episode. However, they were interrupted by Professor Flitwick.
"Harry, I know that you missed last week's classes, so don't worry about it, we are just reviewing household charms that you learned last year."
Harry nodded and barely looking the short teacher in the face.
Flitwick ignored this and continued excitedly, "Next week we are going to be starting on dueling techniques and you might want to brush up on them before hand. However, if you perform the same as you did this morning, I'm not going to be worried about you keeping up."
Harry looked up shocked as the teacher walked away giggling.
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After class was over Harry, Ron and Hermione left the Charms class and started to make their way up to the Gryffindor common room. However, along the way the trio ran into Professor McGonagall.
"There you are Potter," the transfiguration teacher said as she spotted him walking in between his two friends. "The Headmaster would like to have a word with you in his office."
Harry groaned at the thought of having to talk about what happened this morning, which he knew Dumbledore would more than likely to do.
"Don't look so depressed about it Potter," McGonagall said briskly. "You're not being expelled; he just wants to ask your permission to do something that is in your best interests."
Harry looked down and nodded, but said nothing as he followed her to the Headmaster's office. When they arrive at the stone gargoyle that guards the entrance she gave the password and it leapt aside allowing them to go up the spiral staircase. Entering the office, Harry finds Madame Pomfrey already there.
"Ah Harry, thank you for coming to see us," Dumbledore said beaming at him. "We wanted to talk to you about allowing us to talk about what we saw in the pensieve with the other members of the Order."
Harry stiffened and backed away from him. In a small voice he said, "You promised me."
"And I have every intention of keeping that promise, I assure you," Dumbledore said soothingly. "Minerva had an idea that she thought you might be open to concerning this. Minerva?"
"Harry, I don't know if you know or not, but Poppy only told me very little about what you allowed them to see in your memories. However, from what I gather Albus recognized one of the voices of one or more of the people who held you captive, but can't identify them. We … I had an idea what maybe if you just place the memory of the voices that spoke to you, not the visual memory, just their voices back into the pensieve than we could allow the other members of the Order to listen and maybe identify your captors," she said looking hopeful that he would agree.
Harry sat in one of the chairs and thought about it.
"Harry," Poppy began, "you don't have to do this right now if you don't want to. You can take time to think about it, all the time you like."
Harry gave her a half smile and said "I'll do it, but I want to do it alone."
Dumbledore twinkled at him and agreed to give him privacy to do it. However, as Professor McGonagall and Madame Pomfrey were leaving, he said to Harry, "A minute longer if you don't mind Harry."
Harry sat back down in his chair and waited for the Headmaster to begin.
"Molly Weasley has been speaking with me recently and so far I had argued against her idea, but after this morning, I am beginning to think that maybe she might be right after all."
"What's that sir?" Harry asked.
"She thinks that you need to speak with a Healer from St. Mungo's who specializes in working with people who are in similar situations as yourself," Dumbledore said.
Harry began breathing harder, so far he had pretended that the members of the Order didn't know about what happened to him, but now he couldn't and he felt ashamed.
Guessing what Harry was thinking Dumbledore said, "She only knows that you were tortured."
Harry nodded and waited for Dumbledore to continue.
"I've been thinking about bringing a healer here to be close to you, so you can talk to him or her about this. So you can get passed this easier. Poppy has agreed that she does not have the necessary training to help you in the way that you need."
Harry looked up horror struck and becoming visibly upset.
Dumbledore raised a hand and gently said, "She's not abandoning you Harry. Poppy has just recognized that she is not enough to meet your needs, but she won't leave you or allow you to leave the castle."
Harry said nothing, but stood up and began to pace around the room.
"Harry, are you alright?"
"What if I don't like this person you hire to come here?" Harry asked sadly.
"Then I'll find one that you do like."
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After Harry had not returned to Gryffindor Tower, Ron and Hermione decided to go ahead down to the Great Hall and have dinner. Normally they would have formed the 'line' and accompanied him to the Headmaster's office, but after Harry had allowed him to view the pensieve that hadn't been necessary any longer.
Taking their seats at the Gryffindor table Ron looked around and noticed that no one was paying them any attention. Leaning in he asked, "Hermione, can I ask you a question about Harry?"
"What?" she asked.
"Well, your loads smarter than I am and you pick things up so much quicker than I do," Ron said trying to compliment her for being smarter than he. "In Toft's class today, how do you think Harry knows about that pleasure curse? I mean he seemed to know it very well."
Hermione looked like she was about either cry or start screaming, Ron wasn't quite sure.
"I don't know how he knows it Ron, but I can bet all my books that he didn't know it at the end of last year when term ended."
Ron nodded knowingly and then asked, "On the first day of term when Harry was in potions class, you spoke with McGonagall about something. You were very upset about it, but didn't tell me. Can I guess what it was?"
Hermione looked vaguely ill but nodded her head.
Lowering his voice to barely a whisper he asked, "Hermione, was Harry raped?"
With tears welling up in her eyes, she said, "I think so, but I have a feeling that it doesn't even come close to the torture he went through."
Ron pushed his plate away and raked his hand through his hair. "Fuck."
"Yeah," Hermione agreed. However, as she was drying her eyes, she saw Harry walking towards them in through the doors to the Great Hall. "Ron, Harry's coming in now, you better start eating. I don't think he wants us to know about this and he looks terrible as it is."
As Harry sat down on the other side of the table from his two best friends, Ron said, "Hey mate, you okay?" as he began to scoop large amounts of food into his plate.
"Yeah, I guess," Harry said noncommittally.
"Harry, what's wrong?" Hermione asked.
"Dumbledore wants me to see a therapist."
"A what," asked Ron?
"I think that might be a good idea Harry. You might feel better if you had someone to talk to," Hermione advised.
"What's a theparist?" Ron asked again.
"A mental healer," Hermione explained.
"Oh," he said with comprehension. "She's right mate, you would feel better."
"I doubt it," Harry mumbled.
Ron and Hermione exchanged a dark look. "Harry," she cooed at him, "remember how much better you felt last year when you spoke to with Healer Vinson?"
"He was a grief counselor to help me deal with the death of Sirius, Hermione, this is very different," Harry said in a barely controlled voice.
Ron and Hermione had no idea what to say to that.
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After they had eaten dinner, well Rona and Hermione ate while Harry picked at his food, they all went back up to Gryffindor Tower to do their homework and for Hermione to help Harry catch up on the subjects that they had in common.
"Actually, I don't think that you've missed that much in Advanced Charms, as Flitwick told you today, so you should be fine there," explained Hermione. "Also you seemed to catch up very quickly in Defense Against the Dark Arts, in fact you were answering things I didn't know about."
Harry stiffened in his chair at the memory of the pleasure curse explanation and hoped they wouldn't ask how he knew it.
However, Hermione didn't seem to notice and moved on to other class work, "Now that leaves us with N.E.W.T. Level Potions and Advanced Transfiguration."
"I dropped potions class," Harry said tonelessly.
"I know," Hermione said looking at him, "But I think you should ask to be let back into the class." When Harry started to protest, she cut him off and continued, "Harry, you know you need it to become an Auror."
"I'm not going to be an Auror anymore."
"Harry…" she began, but a look from Harry shut her down quickly, knowing it was connected to whatever happened to him over the summer and he wasn't ready to deal with that yet.
"Now what about Advanced Transfiguration?" asked Harry wanted to change the subject.
"Well, it's mostly been reading so far, but we are going to begin human transfiguration this term," Hermione said excitedly. "Were you still thinking about becoming an animagi?"
Harry shrugged, he honestly hadn't thought about it since the end of last term. However, he and Hermione reviewed what had been done in the past week of classes which took about an hour to go through. Once he was done with that, all that he needed to catch up on was his Care of Magical Creatures class that he had with Ron and he thought he might go ask Hagrid about those directly as an excuse to see him.
As they were studying, Harry would periodically talk to various friends of his in Gryffindor and the hour soon became late. In fact Harry thought about just sleeping in his bed with his dorm mates. Harry was a little nervous about it, but deep down he knew he would be alright there. So Harry sat there in the mostly empty common room pretending to look at his book and debating what to do when he heard someone speaking to him.
"Harry?"
Harry looked up to see Colin Creevey standing there and for once he didn't have his camera. "Hey Colin."
"Harry I was wondering if I could talk to you for a minute."
Harry was a little wary of this, thinking he was going to ask questions about what happened to him, but he nodded anyway and Colin sat down at the table next to him.
"Harry, I've been thinking a lot lately about certain things and I think that if I want to be honest with myself I should talk about them," Colin began and left Harry clueless where this was going, but as long as it wasn't about his summer, he didn't really care.
"You see Harry, I'm in love with you and I wanted you to know." Harry's eyes almost popped out of his head at Colin's words. He continued, "I've been in love with you for a very long time and I would like to …" Colin paused for a deep breath and said, "I want to give myself to you Harry. I want to make love with you." Then Colin placed his hand on top of Harry's, which caused the Boy-Who-Lived to panic.
'He wants to do it to me like they did,' thought Harry in his panic and he pulled his arm away from Colin.
"Harry?"
"Nononononononononononononono," chants Harry as fast as he can, which draws Dobby's attention to him and he pops into the common room.
"Harry Potter is you's okay?" squeaked the elf.
"Nononononononononononononono," continued Harry.
At this point Dobby rounded on Colin, "What is you's doing to Harry Potter?"
"We were just talking, I swear it and then he started to do that," Colin said with concern for Harry.
Suddenly Harry gets up and abandoning his books and rucksack, heads towards the painting of the Fat Lady and bolts from the tower to return to the safety of his room in the infirmary.
"Harry Potter, Harry Potter, where is you's going?" Dobby yelled as he followed him into the corridor.
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With tears running down his young face, Colin ran through the corridors of the castle fleeing from his embarrassment as much as from Gryffindor Tower. Of all the things that Colin had thought about Harry's reaction to be to his offer, this was not anyone of them and he was very hurt by it. Finally Colin came to the office door of Professor Wymer Toft, the man who encouraged him to talk to Harry about his love for him.
Colin knocked on the door frantically for a few minutes before he received a reply.
"Mr. Creevey?" Professor Toft asked, "What are you doing here so close to curfew?"
"I did what you suggested sir and …" Colin sobbed before he started crying again.
Drawing the young man into his sitting and depositing him on the sofa in front of the fireplace, he asked, "I take it you mean you told Mr. Potter that you are in love with him?"
Colin nodded his head sadly.
Toft faked a sigh of concern, "I take it things did not go well then?"
Again Colin nodded his answer as more tears fell down his cheeks.
Sitting down beside the sixth year, Toft put his arm around the shaking boy and drew him closer and said, "Tell me all about it."
Colin allowed himself to nuzzle into the older man and recanted the evening's events to him, before burrowing his head into the teacher's chest and muttered, "He'll never love me now. I've ruined everything."
"Nonsense, Colin, he probably was overwhelmed by it all," Toft cooed into the boy's ear. "You said it yourself; he's been through a lot his summer and he probably wasn't yet ready for this yet. I shouldn't have pushed you into this. I'm so sorry." Then the older wizard kissed Colin's forehead affectionately.
"No, he'll never love me, no one will ever love me," sobbed Colin even harder.
"Listen to me," Toft said authoritatively, "You are a beautiful and dynamic young man. Anyone would be blessed to be with you, anyone would love to hold you in his arms like I am now and love you for as long as you wanted." Then softly he stroked Colin's cheek, catching a few tears with his finger.
Colin looked into Toft's eyes and the older wizard could feel the boy begin to melt into his arms. Toft knew that Colin would be close to being ready for what he had planned for him. Leaning down Toft captured Colin's lips in a soft and desperate kiss that electrified the student.
Breaking away Toft breathlessly said, "I'm sorry Colin, I shouldn't have done that. You're vulnerable right now and I shouldn't be taking advantage of someone as beautiful and pure as you are."
"You're not sir," Colin said with darkened eyes filled with longing. "It was not unwelcome."
Toft smiled and once again reclaimed his lips in a strong kiss, one that Colin returned this time and slowly the older wizard's hands began to explore the young man's body. His back, his legs, his arms, his face, his chest, and finally finding his arse making Colin squeak with pleasure.
Breaking away from the boy once more, Toft said, "Colin perhaps its best if you returned to Gryffindor Tower, otherwise, I may do something that would make you uncomfortable."
"Like what?" asked the boy timidly and yet wantonly at the same time.
"Like pick you up and carry you to my bed and do things with you that teachers should NOT do with their students," Toft said lustily.
Colin thought about it for half a moment and asked, "Who would ever know if we did?"
A greedy smile broke across Toft's face and said, "No one I guess."
"Then may I stay with you tonight sir?"
"Yes Colin you may," he said and picked the boy up and carried him to his bed, where he undressed the boy and devoured him with kisses all over his naked flesh, while Colin giggled innocently.
Then shrugging off his own clothes, he climbed onto the bed with Colin and asked, "What would you like to do?"
With trusting eyes, Colin said, "Anything you want."
Smirking evilly, Toft takes his wand and conjures a silver bar to be suspended form the ceiling and then instructs the boy to "Grab hold of each end of the bar."
Colin does as he is told and as he grabs hold of each end, leather restraints appear and hold him in place firmly. Then Toft conjures a blind fold and a gag and places them on Colin before binding his ankles together with leather also.
Leaning in close behind the young Gryffindor, who could feel the older wizard's erection brushing up against his soft backside and Toft says, "Don't be afraid, I'm not going to hurt you. It's all apart of the experience."
Colin nods mutely as he feels Toft scrape his body gently with his wand and hears an incantation he's never heard before.
"Exoplasitus."
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By The Short Fat Fag
Chapter Thirteen: Hero Worship
After Defense Against the Dark Arts class was over Harry was about to head back to the infirmary to find the safety of his private room, when he was stopped by his two best friends.
"So Harry, what did you think of our new teacher?" Ron asked.
"Not much," he replied still remembering getting his head bitten off by the teacher for giving the right answer. "Kind of reminds me of Snape."
Hermione looked pensive and said, "Yes, they do have similar methods of teaching don't they?"
"Similar methods," Ron said incredibly, "I'd say they are almost one and the same."
"No they aren't Ron," Harry said. "Snape is horrible to everyone at all times, but Toft seems to be only hateful to me."
Ron was about to retort, but a look from Hermione stopped him in his tracks. They both knew it was true. However, the three were soon interrupted by Neville who came up to them and asked, "So Harry, are you going to start the D.A. back up again?"
Harry thought about it for a half a second and said, "Yeah, I think it would be a good idea."
Ron and Neville beamed and said "Brilliant" together.
Hermione however, has a look of deep concern on her face. "Harry, are you sure you're up to it yet, I mean you're technically still in the infirmary. I mean I don't want you to overdo it or anything."
Harry smiled at her and was grateful for her concern, "I think I can handle it."
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In the corridor watching the Gryffindors walk away from Professor Toft's classroom, Draco Malfoy stood there and wondered, 'How does he do that? Go from one minute of pure hell and then an hour later walk around as if it never happened.'
"Draco?" Goyle asked. "Why are you staring at Potter?"
Draco sighed and then drawled, "My father wants me to keep an eye on him. The Dark Lord wants to know what happened to him over the summer and father wants me to get closer to him. I have no idea how to do it."
Crabbe and Goyle stood there shocked; it was a rare moment when Draco Malfoy admitted that he didn't know how to do something.
"However, I do have an idea," Draco admitted planting a seed of deceit in his two stupid goons. "I'll have to think about it some more."
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On their way to their next class, which was Advanced Charms with Professor Flitwick, the Gryffindors made their way into the class. Entering the room and finding a place to sit that was near the door, but truly Harry didn't think he would need to leave early as Flitwick was always a kind hearted person and he felt safe there.
Then Harry realized, 'I feel safe with Flitwick.' Harry put more thought into it for a moment, 'I wonder where that comes from?' That was a very interesting thought as Harry didn't feel safe with anyone any more.
Moments later the bell rang and tiny little Flitwick came into the room and greeted his students, "Good afternoon everyone, good afternoon. Now today we are going to continue with our work with household charms. I want you to split up into smaller groups and practice with them."
"Um, Hermione," Harry began, "I have no idea what charms we are suppose to be working on. I've missed too much by not being here last week."
"We're doing simple packing charms and folding charms on our clothes, Harry. They're really easy to do, even Ron can do them," Hermione said.
"HEY!" Ron said insulted as Harry and Hermione laughed.
"Actually, we were going to start working on dueling," Hermione theorized, "but Professor Flitwick decided to wait to give us a refresher on our household charms. I think he wanted to wait until you came back to class to be honest."
"I guess he got a good look at me this morning," Harry said looking down.
Ron and Hermione shot looks at one another and Ron said, "You know it took all of us just to keep up with you. Even Snape looked like he was barely holding his own."
Harry grinned even though he was looking guilty about the whole episode. However, they were interrupted by Professor Flitwick.
"Harry, I know that you missed last week's classes, so don't worry about it, we are just reviewing household charms that you learned last year."
Harry nodded and barely looking the short teacher in the face.
Flitwick ignored this and continued excitedly, "Next week we are going to be starting on dueling techniques and you might want to brush up on them before hand. However, if you perform the same as you did this morning, I'm not going to be worried about you keeping up."
Harry looked up shocked as the teacher walked away giggling.
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After class was over Harry, Ron and Hermione left the Charms class and started to make their way up to the Gryffindor common room. However, along the way the trio ran into Professor McGonagall.
"There you are Potter," the transfiguration teacher said as she spotted him walking in between his two friends. "The Headmaster would like to have a word with you in his office."
Harry groaned at the thought of having to talk about what happened this morning, which he knew Dumbledore would more than likely to do.
"Don't look so depressed about it Potter," McGonagall said briskly. "You're not being expelled; he just wants to ask your permission to do something that is in your best interests."
Harry looked down and nodded, but said nothing as he followed her to the Headmaster's office. When they arrive at the stone gargoyle that guards the entrance she gave the password and it leapt aside allowing them to go up the spiral staircase. Entering the office, Harry finds Madame Pomfrey already there.
"Ah Harry, thank you for coming to see us," Dumbledore said beaming at him. "We wanted to talk to you about allowing us to talk about what we saw in the pensieve with the other members of the Order."
Harry stiffened and backed away from him. In a small voice he said, "You promised me."
"And I have every intention of keeping that promise, I assure you," Dumbledore said soothingly. "Minerva had an idea that she thought you might be open to concerning this. Minerva?"
"Harry, I don't know if you know or not, but Poppy only told me very little about what you allowed them to see in your memories. However, from what I gather Albus recognized one of the voices of one or more of the people who held you captive, but can't identify them. We … I had an idea what maybe if you just place the memory of the voices that spoke to you, not the visual memory, just their voices back into the pensieve than we could allow the other members of the Order to listen and maybe identify your captors," she said looking hopeful that he would agree.
Harry sat in one of the chairs and thought about it.
"Harry," Poppy began, "you don't have to do this right now if you don't want to. You can take time to think about it, all the time you like."
Harry gave her a half smile and said "I'll do it, but I want to do it alone."
Dumbledore twinkled at him and agreed to give him privacy to do it. However, as Professor McGonagall and Madame Pomfrey were leaving, he said to Harry, "A minute longer if you don't mind Harry."
Harry sat back down in his chair and waited for the Headmaster to begin.
"Molly Weasley has been speaking with me recently and so far I had argued against her idea, but after this morning, I am beginning to think that maybe she might be right after all."
"What's that sir?" Harry asked.
"She thinks that you need to speak with a Healer from St. Mungo's who specializes in working with people who are in similar situations as yourself," Dumbledore said.
Harry began breathing harder, so far he had pretended that the members of the Order didn't know about what happened to him, but now he couldn't and he felt ashamed.
Guessing what Harry was thinking Dumbledore said, "She only knows that you were tortured."
Harry nodded and waited for Dumbledore to continue.
"I've been thinking about bringing a healer here to be close to you, so you can talk to him or her about this. So you can get passed this easier. Poppy has agreed that she does not have the necessary training to help you in the way that you need."
Harry looked up horror struck and becoming visibly upset.
Dumbledore raised a hand and gently said, "She's not abandoning you Harry. Poppy has just recognized that she is not enough to meet your needs, but she won't leave you or allow you to leave the castle."
Harry said nothing, but stood up and began to pace around the room.
"Harry, are you alright?"
"What if I don't like this person you hire to come here?" Harry asked sadly.
"Then I'll find one that you do like."
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After Harry had not returned to Gryffindor Tower, Ron and Hermione decided to go ahead down to the Great Hall and have dinner. Normally they would have formed the 'line' and accompanied him to the Headmaster's office, but after Harry had allowed him to view the pensieve that hadn't been necessary any longer.
Taking their seats at the Gryffindor table Ron looked around and noticed that no one was paying them any attention. Leaning in he asked, "Hermione, can I ask you a question about Harry?"
"What?" she asked.
"Well, your loads smarter than I am and you pick things up so much quicker than I do," Ron said trying to compliment her for being smarter than he. "In Toft's class today, how do you think Harry knows about that pleasure curse? I mean he seemed to know it very well."
Hermione looked like she was about either cry or start screaming, Ron wasn't quite sure.
"I don't know how he knows it Ron, but I can bet all my books that he didn't know it at the end of last year when term ended."
Ron nodded knowingly and then asked, "On the first day of term when Harry was in potions class, you spoke with McGonagall about something. You were very upset about it, but didn't tell me. Can I guess what it was?"
Hermione looked vaguely ill but nodded her head.
Lowering his voice to barely a whisper he asked, "Hermione, was Harry raped?"
With tears welling up in her eyes, she said, "I think so, but I have a feeling that it doesn't even come close to the torture he went through."
Ron pushed his plate away and raked his hand through his hair. "Fuck."
"Yeah," Hermione agreed. However, as she was drying her eyes, she saw Harry walking towards them in through the doors to the Great Hall. "Ron, Harry's coming in now, you better start eating. I don't think he wants us to know about this and he looks terrible as it is."
As Harry sat down on the other side of the table from his two best friends, Ron said, "Hey mate, you okay?" as he began to scoop large amounts of food into his plate.
"Yeah, I guess," Harry said noncommittally.
"Harry, what's wrong?" Hermione asked.
"Dumbledore wants me to see a therapist."
"A what," asked Ron?
"I think that might be a good idea Harry. You might feel better if you had someone to talk to," Hermione advised.
"What's a theparist?" Ron asked again.
"A mental healer," Hermione explained.
"Oh," he said with comprehension. "She's right mate, you would feel better."
"I doubt it," Harry mumbled.
Ron and Hermione exchanged a dark look. "Harry," she cooed at him, "remember how much better you felt last year when you spoke to with Healer Vinson?"
"He was a grief counselor to help me deal with the death of Sirius, Hermione, this is very different," Harry said in a barely controlled voice.
Ron and Hermione had no idea what to say to that.
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After they had eaten dinner, well Rona and Hermione ate while Harry picked at his food, they all went back up to Gryffindor Tower to do their homework and for Hermione to help Harry catch up on the subjects that they had in common.
"Actually, I don't think that you've missed that much in Advanced Charms, as Flitwick told you today, so you should be fine there," explained Hermione. "Also you seemed to catch up very quickly in Defense Against the Dark Arts, in fact you were answering things I didn't know about."
Harry stiffened in his chair at the memory of the pleasure curse explanation and hoped they wouldn't ask how he knew it.
However, Hermione didn't seem to notice and moved on to other class work, "Now that leaves us with N.E.W.T. Level Potions and Advanced Transfiguration."
"I dropped potions class," Harry said tonelessly.
"I know," Hermione said looking at him, "But I think you should ask to be let back into the class." When Harry started to protest, she cut him off and continued, "Harry, you know you need it to become an Auror."
"I'm not going to be an Auror anymore."
"Harry…" she began, but a look from Harry shut her down quickly, knowing it was connected to whatever happened to him over the summer and he wasn't ready to deal with that yet.
"Now what about Advanced Transfiguration?" asked Harry wanted to change the subject.
"Well, it's mostly been reading so far, but we are going to begin human transfiguration this term," Hermione said excitedly. "Were you still thinking about becoming an animagi?"
Harry shrugged, he honestly hadn't thought about it since the end of last term. However, he and Hermione reviewed what had been done in the past week of classes which took about an hour to go through. Once he was done with that, all that he needed to catch up on was his Care of Magical Creatures class that he had with Ron and he thought he might go ask Hagrid about those directly as an excuse to see him.
As they were studying, Harry would periodically talk to various friends of his in Gryffindor and the hour soon became late. In fact Harry thought about just sleeping in his bed with his dorm mates. Harry was a little nervous about it, but deep down he knew he would be alright there. So Harry sat there in the mostly empty common room pretending to look at his book and debating what to do when he heard someone speaking to him.
"Harry?"
Harry looked up to see Colin Creevey standing there and for once he didn't have his camera. "Hey Colin."
"Harry I was wondering if I could talk to you for a minute."
Harry was a little wary of this, thinking he was going to ask questions about what happened to him, but he nodded anyway and Colin sat down at the table next to him.
"Harry, I've been thinking a lot lately about certain things and I think that if I want to be honest with myself I should talk about them," Colin began and left Harry clueless where this was going, but as long as it wasn't about his summer, he didn't really care.
"You see Harry, I'm in love with you and I wanted you to know." Harry's eyes almost popped out of his head at Colin's words. He continued, "I've been in love with you for a very long time and I would like to …" Colin paused for a deep breath and said, "I want to give myself to you Harry. I want to make love with you." Then Colin placed his hand on top of Harry's, which caused the Boy-Who-Lived to panic.
'He wants to do it to me like they did,' thought Harry in his panic and he pulled his arm away from Colin.
"Harry?"
"Nononononononononononononono," chants Harry as fast as he can, which draws Dobby's attention to him and he pops into the common room.
"Harry Potter is you's okay?" squeaked the elf.
"Nononononononononononononono," continued Harry.
At this point Dobby rounded on Colin, "What is you's doing to Harry Potter?"
"We were just talking, I swear it and then he started to do that," Colin said with concern for Harry.
Suddenly Harry gets up and abandoning his books and rucksack, heads towards the painting of the Fat Lady and bolts from the tower to return to the safety of his room in the infirmary.
"Harry Potter, Harry Potter, where is you's going?" Dobby yelled as he followed him into the corridor.
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With tears running down his young face, Colin ran through the corridors of the castle fleeing from his embarrassment as much as from Gryffindor Tower. Of all the things that Colin had thought about Harry's reaction to be to his offer, this was not anyone of them and he was very hurt by it. Finally Colin came to the office door of Professor Wymer Toft, the man who encouraged him to talk to Harry about his love for him.
Colin knocked on the door frantically for a few minutes before he received a reply.
"Mr. Creevey?" Professor Toft asked, "What are you doing here so close to curfew?"
"I did what you suggested sir and …" Colin sobbed before he started crying again.
Drawing the young man into his sitting and depositing him on the sofa in front of the fireplace, he asked, "I take it you mean you told Mr. Potter that you are in love with him?"
Colin nodded his head sadly.
Toft faked a sigh of concern, "I take it things did not go well then?"
Again Colin nodded his answer as more tears fell down his cheeks.
Sitting down beside the sixth year, Toft put his arm around the shaking boy and drew him closer and said, "Tell me all about it."
Colin allowed himself to nuzzle into the older man and recanted the evening's events to him, before burrowing his head into the teacher's chest and muttered, "He'll never love me now. I've ruined everything."
"Nonsense, Colin, he probably was overwhelmed by it all," Toft cooed into the boy's ear. "You said it yourself; he's been through a lot his summer and he probably wasn't yet ready for this yet. I shouldn't have pushed you into this. I'm so sorry." Then the older wizard kissed Colin's forehead affectionately.
"No, he'll never love me, no one will ever love me," sobbed Colin even harder.
"Listen to me," Toft said authoritatively, "You are a beautiful and dynamic young man. Anyone would be blessed to be with you, anyone would love to hold you in his arms like I am now and love you for as long as you wanted." Then softly he stroked Colin's cheek, catching a few tears with his finger.
Colin looked into Toft's eyes and the older wizard could feel the boy begin to melt into his arms. Toft knew that Colin would be close to being ready for what he had planned for him. Leaning down Toft captured Colin's lips in a soft and desperate kiss that electrified the student.
Breaking away Toft breathlessly said, "I'm sorry Colin, I shouldn't have done that. You're vulnerable right now and I shouldn't be taking advantage of someone as beautiful and pure as you are."
"You're not sir," Colin said with darkened eyes filled with longing. "It was not unwelcome."
Toft smiled and once again reclaimed his lips in a strong kiss, one that Colin returned this time and slowly the older wizard's hands began to explore the young man's body. His back, his legs, his arms, his face, his chest, and finally finding his arse making Colin squeak with pleasure.
Breaking away from the boy once more, Toft said, "Colin perhaps its best if you returned to Gryffindor Tower, otherwise, I may do something that would make you uncomfortable."
"Like what?" asked the boy timidly and yet wantonly at the same time.
"Like pick you up and carry you to my bed and do things with you that teachers should NOT do with their students," Toft said lustily.
Colin thought about it for half a moment and asked, "Who would ever know if we did?"
A greedy smile broke across Toft's face and said, "No one I guess."
"Then may I stay with you tonight sir?"
"Yes Colin you may," he said and picked the boy up and carried him to his bed, where he undressed the boy and devoured him with kisses all over his naked flesh, while Colin giggled innocently.
Then shrugging off his own clothes, he climbed onto the bed with Colin and asked, "What would you like to do?"
With trusting eyes, Colin said, "Anything you want."
Smirking evilly, Toft takes his wand and conjures a silver bar to be suspended form the ceiling and then instructs the boy to "Grab hold of each end of the bar."
Colin does as he is told and as he grabs hold of each end, leather restraints appear and hold him in place firmly. Then Toft conjures a blind fold and a gag and places them on Colin before binding his ankles together with leather also.
Leaning in close behind the young Gryffindor, who could feel the older wizard's erection brushing up against his soft backside and Toft says, "Don't be afraid, I'm not going to hurt you. It's all apart of the experience."
Colin nods mutely as he feels Toft scrape his body gently with his wand and hears an incantation he's never heard before.
"Exoplasitus."
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