Harry Potter & the Journey Into Isolation
By The Short Fat Fag
Chapter Sixteen: Shame
"Good morning, Albus," said Professor McGonagall as she entered the Headmaster's office carrying his pensieve in her arms.
"Good morning Minerva," he replied cheerfully. "What do you have there?"
"Potter sent this to me last night with Dobby, it's the voices that he heard while he was … well when he was captured," she replied.
Twinkling at the transfiguration teacher, Dumbledore asked, "And have you listened to it?"
"No one said I couldn't," she replied curtly, which only made the Headmaster chuckle.
"That's true Minerva," Dumbledore capitulated. "Did you recognize the voice in there at all?"
"You're right, it does seem familiar, but I just couldn't place it at all. When are you going to show this to the other members of the order?"
"Tonight I think would be best. The faster they listen to the voice, the faster we can apprehend Harry's attackers and he can get over this ordeal."
Professor McGonagall frowned at him and thought, 'Just because his attackers are caught, won't make it easier for Potter to get better."
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Elsewhere in the castle that morning, a very naked and very sore Colin Creevey wakes in the arms of his Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher and stretches like a cat, trying not wake the older man, without success.
"Morning," Tofts says as he leans over and kisses the Gryffindor's forehead.
"Morning," whispered Colin as he tried to catch the man's mouth with his own, but failed.
"You are very frisky this morning," Toft said as he plants kisses on Colin's nose, cheeks, chin and eyes. In fact he kisses all the parts of Colin's face except his mouth.
Reaching over and grabbing the teacher, Colin replies with a girly giggle, "So are you, I think we should do something about that."
"I suspect you are more than willing to satisfy me this morning, aren't you?"
"Oh, yes sir," breathed Colin as he wraps his legs around the man now on top of him.
Tofts smiles wryly and grabs his wand and performs a lubrication charm on Colin's backside.
"Ooh, its cold," squeals the sixteen year old.
"Don't worry, I'll warm you up again," he replied in a crafty smile and then putting his wand back on the night table, Toft says, "Exoplasitus."
"Yes," breathed Colin wantonly as his body reacted to the word, as no magic was cast with it.
'Already conditioned to the word without the magic, this is so going to be fun,' the teacher thinks as he plunges his organ deep into the soft body of his student.
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About the same time in a private room in the hospital wing of the castle, Harry Potter wakes from a nightmare and bolts upright in his bed. He face is white as a sheet and he is covered in sweat and breathing hard, as if he had been running a marathon in his sleep.
"Harry Potter is you's alright this morning?" asked Dobby concerned.
"Yeah," Harry said somewhat embarrassed. "I just had a dream."
Frightened Dobby asked, "Was it being about He Who Must Not Be Named?"
"Wha …" sputtered Harry, "No, it was something else."
That was what Dobby was afraid of. "Harry Potter, maybe you's should be lying back down again. Maybe you's is needing some rest you's is."
"I have class to go to Dobby, I can't sleep my life away, I have to face it sometime."
Dobby beamed at him proudly, "Then maybe you's is needing to be taking a shower to be getting ready then. I's is getting you's robes ready for you."
Harry started to pull the covers off of him, when he realized something that he doesn't want Dobby to see.
"Uh, Dobby, could you give me a moment alone?"
"Is Harry Potter going to be hurting hisself?"
"NO!" said Harry strongly. Then looking sheepish, he said, "It's something else."
Looking confused Dobby stared at him for a moment, then his eyes went large and a smile came to the elf's face. "Oh, you's is being a teenager." And the little elf popped away.
"Not exactly," Harry said to no one in particular.
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"Ah, Severus, you've come quickly," hissed the dark wizard.
"I live to serve you my lord," the potions master replied as he bent down to kiss the hem of Voldemort's robes. "What service can I render to you this morning my lord?"
"Graceful as ever Severus," hissed Voldemort. "No wonder you were able to keep out of trouble when you were caught after my downfall all so many years ago."
Snape looked up purposefully confused but said nothing.
"I want an update on the Potter boy. I have been sensing some very interesting images from his mind lately and I wanted you to clarify them for me."
"I know very little of the boy these days my lord, he has been kept from me by that damnable little elf."
Laughing at the teacher, Voldemort continued, "Yes, he is an interesting little creature isn't he. When the time comes, I will allow you to torture him any way you see fit. However, what I want to know is if you followed my instructions concerning him and that damned fool Muggle-lover, Albus Dumbledore."
"Yes, my lord," Snape replied as he stood and took his place in the circle of Death Eaters. "Even now, Dumbledore has gathered more information about the boy and he is planning on telling others about it. He had the boy's head of house inquire about his summer activities."
"Hmmm," Voldemort mused, "How is dear Minerva these days?"
Shocked at the question, as the dark lord had never once before mentioned the deputy headmistress of the school, Snape replied, "She is well my lord."
"Still as stiff and unbending as ever I'd wager."
Snape smirked and said, "Yes, she is."
"Enough reminiscing about my school days I think, I have something I want you to do for me Severus," hissed the dark wizard.
"Yes, my lord."
"Potter had some very interesting dreams last night. He was dreaming about his time in captivity again, only it was different this time."
"Different how my lord?" asked the potions master respectfully.
"This time he enjoyed it," Voldemort said amused.
Snape raised an eyebrow to his master shocked.
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Later that morning at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall, Draco Malfoy was sitting there eating his breakfast and waiting for Harry Potter to come into the room and join his friends at the Gryffindor table.
"Drakie-poo?"
Sighing, Draco responded, "Yes, Pansy, what do you want?"
"To know why you're hanging all over Potter lately and ignoring me," she replied with a pout.
Thinking quickly, Draco answered, "Because my father wants to know what happened to Potter this summer so he can tell …" Draco paused and looked around to make sure no one was listening in on their conversation, "Others, who also want to know and use it to their advantage."
"Others?" she asked confused. Then it dawned on her who her Drakie-poo was talking about, "Oh, you mean … others."
Rolling his eyes, "Yes, Pansy, him."
"Well, in that case I guess it's alright," said Pansy as if it had been her idea all along.
"Like either one of us would have a choice if he tells us to do something," Draco replied to her.
"Well, let me know if you need any help, you might need a woman's touch," she purred into his ear.
Looking slightly disgusted, Draco said, "Yeah, I'll do that Pansy." However, what he was thinking was, 'The day you touch him, I'll rip your hide off, you shallow, bleach blonde, little bitch.'
Draco sighed and continued with his breakfast while Pansy clung to his arm.
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As Toft emerged from his shower, he found Colin still sitting on the bed naked.
"Shouldn't you be getting up to Gryffindor Tower?" asked the teacher in mock concern. "You need to get ready for you classes today."
"It won't go down," Colin said meekly.
"Excuse me?" Toft asks, pushing his smirk down so the boy wouldn't see it.
"It won't go down," Colin repeated worriedly.
"Didn't you … well you know, this morning?" Toft asks knowing full well he watched as the boy erupted all over his own stomach.
"Three times."
"Three? I must be getting old; I only remember doing it once this morning."
Embarrassed, Colin admitted, "I wanked off twice while you were in the shower, but it still won't go away."
Sitting on the bed beside Colin, Toft pulls him into his lap and begins to investigate the problem himself.
Colin moaned and said, "Wymer, that's making it worse."
Ignoring the boy in his lap, Toft continued his ministrations of the boy's body which causes him to arch his back in pleasure.
"Yes," Colin moaned more, "That feels so good!"
It didn't take Toft very long to finish the task at hand as it were and was rewarded with an eruption form the Gryffindor. However, once again, the problem didn't go away.
Colin looked down at himself and slumped over defeated, 'Will it ever go down again?' he thought.
Grinning, Toft said, "Well, that's a new one for me, I've never seen that happen before." Though in truth he had seen it happen many times before to many men that he had done this to.
"What am I going to do?" whined Colin. "I can't go to class like this, everyone will see."
"Well," Toft said craftily, "I have an idea, but I don't think you are going to like it."
"I don't care, just do it, I can't go around like this."
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"Ron?" asked Hermione.
"Yeah?"
"I am beginning to worry, Harry should be down for breakfast by now."
"Yeah, I know," Ron replied equally concerned. "You don't think that thing Firenze warned him about has happened do you?"
"NO!" Hermione said forcefully. "I told you both before Divination is a load of …"
"Yes, I know Hermione, it's just that centaurs are better at it than humans," Ron said. Then taking a deep breath he looks her square in the eye and says, "I don't want anything more to happen to him. I'd rather it happened to me." Then looking back to his breakfast plate, he admitted, "I wished his whole summer had happened to me instead of him."
With very soft and wet eyes, Hermione softly said, "Oh Ron, that's the sweetest thing I've ever heard."
"You want to know the biggest difference if it had been me instead of him?"
"What?"
"I wouldn't have had the strength to survive it."
"Me too," Hermione said sadly.
Just then Harry came walking into the Great Hall and took his seat with his friends at the table. "Morning guys," he said.
"Morning mate," Ron replied cheerily, completely squashing what he had been feeling mere moments before.
"What do we have this morning?" asked Harry as he put a small spoonful of food in his plate, which Hermione snatched away and filled fully with food.
"Well, I don't know about you two," she said bossily, "But I have Arithmancy and Ancient Runes this morning. Then I need to study in the library."
"Ron," Harry asked tenderly, not wanting to get the Head Girl's back side up, "What do we have?"
Smiling Ron said, "Quidditch practice, if you're still on the team that is."
Harry smiled at his two best friends and said, "Brilliant, I need to get out on my broom and fly around again."
"You do?" Ron and Hermione chimed in together.
"You guys were right about me not quitting the team yesterday."
"Excellent."
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When morning classes began, Professor Toft was watching as the third year Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws poured into his classroom. He was in a good mood, though he knew for a fact that wherever Colin was in the castle, he was quite miserable, but he had gotten what he asked for, he wasn't erect anymore. That thought brought a bright smile to his face.
When the bell rang that signaled the beginning of class, Professor Toft took his place at the podium and began to lecture about dark creatures to the third years, and today's lecture was about Hinkypunks.
As Professor Toft strolled around the classroom, while the students took notes; he spied a Hufflepuff boy named Stuart Haslett. Toft couldn't help but notice how lovely the boy looked sitting there taking his notes with such concentration. Toft then paused in his walking and lecturing and using his wand conjured an image of a Hinkypunk and projected it onto the wall behind his podium.
While the students were paying attention to the image Toft pointed his wand at the young Hufflepuff and said, "Legimens." A smile quickly found its way to his face as he found what he had been looking for and continued with his lecture as he had before.
'Another student who needs to be tutored privately,' smirked the teacher in his own thoughts.
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Harry had a good day so far, Quidditch practice had been an excellent way to spend his morning and he had actually eaten a good lunch without anyone staring him down. Well a good one for him at any rate. Ron and Hermione had gone off to their separate classes; while Harry made his way to the third floor where he was suppose to meet with Healer Lennox.
Reaching the door to the office, Camden Lennox was occupying, Harry paused and knocked on the door.
"Enter."
Harry walked in and saw Healer Lennox reading an article in what looked like to be a journal of the healing arts that Pomfrey often had in her office.
"Harry?"
"Yes, sir," Harry replied.
"Come in, have a seat," he said jovially. "How has your day been today?"
"Alright," Harry said, "mostly Quidditch practice."
"Quidditch, I used to love to watch those games when I was in Ravenclaw. I understand that you are the Gryffindor Seeker."
"Yeah, since first year," Harry admitted freely.
"First year?" commented Lennox with false pride, "You must be very good."
"I'm okay, that's all."
"Oh well then, if you're just okay …" Lennox said jovially which caused Harry to blush a bit. "So what else has been going on today? Anything I should know about? Any memories popping back up unexpectedly?"
Sheepishly Harry admitted, "Well, I did have a dream last night about what happened over the summer."
Lennox took a hard look at the Boy Who Lived and asked, "Was it a specific memory of what already happened or were you reliving it as if it were the first time?"
"It was more like an overview, as if I was watching it from far away. Kind of like on television …" Harry stopped himself there and asked, "You do know television is, don't you?"
"Not really," he admitted.
"Well, it was like watching it in a pensieve."
"Ah," the mental said, understanding now. "So what was this dream about?"
"I told you," Harry began, but he was cut off by the healer.
"No, you haven't, you just said it was about what happened over the summer."
Harry got up and began to pace around the room, "Those men that took me, one of them was …" Harry began and looking for the right word paused for a moment. "One of them was touching me."
"Touching you? You mean striking you with the back of his hand?"
"No," Harry said embarrassed as he continued to pace while his arms were wrapped around himself, "Not striking me. It was softer than that, gentler, but rough and crude at the same time."
Unknown to either of them, but Dobby was watching this session very closely and was becoming concerned for Harry, but didn't see the harm in Harry opening up his heart and letting go of his pain.
"So how did you react to this dream?"
Confused Harry stopped pacing and asked, "What do you mean?"
"Did you wake up screaming? Did you continue to sleep and watch it in your mental pensieve? Did you wake up, take a dreamless sleep potion and go back to sleep? What did you do?"
"I woke up sweating," Harry said and began to pace again.
"And," Lennox prompted.
"And what?"
"Harry, I've been on the receiving end of that curse too many often for my liking, but I know if you're hit with enough times, your body becomes conditioned to react certain ways when touched. If you woke up and didn't have a certain reaction I would be worried."
"What kind of reaction?"
"The kind I think you had and are too ashamed to admit to."
Harry looked anywhere but at the healer and said, "I don't know what you are talking about."
"Harry," Lennox said, "Yes, you do."
Getting very upset, Harry didn't want to think about it any more and he walked to the door and swung it open. "I need to go."
"No, Harry, you are staying here."
"I need to go … NOW!" Harry repeated and one of the wall sconces exploded.
Lennox ducked from the explosion and Dobby popped in the hallway and standing at the door.
"Harry Potter is you's alright?"
"No, Dobby, I'm not," Harry said with his voice filled with emotion. "It's not his fault though, it's mine."
"No Harry Potter, it is not being your fault."
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Much later that evening, as the members of the Order of the Phoenix gathered in the kitchen of Number twelve, Grimmauld Place, Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape were up in the library having an impromptu meeting of their own.
"What do you mean he asked about me?" Minerva McGonagall asked shocked.
"I mean he acted as if he knew you personally," accused Snape. "Why would the dark lord know you by name?"
"Severus," Professor Dumbledore said calmly, "The same year that Tom was the Head Boy at Hogwarts, Minerva was the Head Girl. Even though they were from different houses, they had to work together in their seventh year in their duties."
"That was well over fifty years ago," spat Snape. "Why would he suddenly begin asking about her now?"
"I wouldn't know, but I don't like it one bit," McGonagall snapped waspishly and left the two men in the library as she made her way down to the kitchen for the meeting.
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Several minutes later Dumbledore and Snape came into the kitchen and noticed that McGonagall was sitting away from them looking furious.
'I must remember to have a talk with her later,' Dumbledore thought as he and Snape took seats at the table.
"Now my friends, I am glad so many of you were able to make here tonight," Dumbledore began. "Our Harry has very bravely placed some of his experiences from the summer in my pensieve for us to listen to."
"WHAT?" bellowed Mrs. Weasley the moment she heard him. "You made Harry relive his torture from the summer to show to us? What were you …" however, she was cut off at this point, just before she got her stride going by the Headmaster.
"Molly, calm yourself, Harry volunteered this information for us."
"Are we going to have to watch it like you did before?" asked Tonks nervously. "You promised him."
"And I intend on keeping that promise," Dumbledore said pointedly. "These are different memories that Harry has placed in here this time. This time it is just the disembodied voice of the people who held him captive. As many of you know, he was kept in near darkness almost the entire time he was held captive, so these memories will be in an oral form."
Then the Headmaster tapped his wand in the glowing liquid and the voices began to fill the air.
As the various members of the Order sat there listening to the voices, some of them were sickened by what they heard, some of them were touched by Harry's strength to survive this and others just wanted to run from the meeting and not look back.
When the memories ended, Mrs. Weasley sat in the corner between her husband and their eldest son, Bill. "Oh Harry," she wept in to her handkerchief.
"Now," Dumbledore said clearly, "Does anyone recognize that voice? I can play it again, if you need to hear it."
Many of the members had no idea who the voice belonged to and Hagrid, who was sitting in the back of the room weeping himself for the boy he had come to love dearly, was looking around at Dumbledore, Snape and McGonagall completely confused.
Professor McGonagall spoke to them and said, "Now you aren't required to name someone this moment, but if you should happen to recognize the voice later, be sure to contact Professor Dumbledore, Professor Snape or myself about it."
"Wha' ya' mean ya don' know who it is?" asked Hagrid.
"Hagrid?" asked Dumbledore, "Do you recognize that voice?"
"Sure I do, why don' you? That's that new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher you hired while I was off in France. What's his name, the rude one."
"Wymer Toft?" asked Snape. Who quickly took out his wand and waved it over the pensieve again, causing the words to come alive and fill the air once more.
"Merlin's Ghost!" said Snape, "He's right. How could we have missed that?"
Dumbledore, who was looking rather pale at that moment, said, "I think it would be prudent if we returned to the castle right now."
To Be Continued … Please Read and Review
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Chapter Sixteen: Shame
"Good morning, Albus," said Professor McGonagall as she entered the Headmaster's office carrying his pensieve in her arms.
"Good morning Minerva," he replied cheerfully. "What do you have there?"
"Potter sent this to me last night with Dobby, it's the voices that he heard while he was … well when he was captured," she replied.
Twinkling at the transfiguration teacher, Dumbledore asked, "And have you listened to it?"
"No one said I couldn't," she replied curtly, which only made the Headmaster chuckle.
"That's true Minerva," Dumbledore capitulated. "Did you recognize the voice in there at all?"
"You're right, it does seem familiar, but I just couldn't place it at all. When are you going to show this to the other members of the order?"
"Tonight I think would be best. The faster they listen to the voice, the faster we can apprehend Harry's attackers and he can get over this ordeal."
Professor McGonagall frowned at him and thought, 'Just because his attackers are caught, won't make it easier for Potter to get better."
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Elsewhere in the castle that morning, a very naked and very sore Colin Creevey wakes in the arms of his Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher and stretches like a cat, trying not wake the older man, without success.
"Morning," Tofts says as he leans over and kisses the Gryffindor's forehead.
"Morning," whispered Colin as he tried to catch the man's mouth with his own, but failed.
"You are very frisky this morning," Toft said as he plants kisses on Colin's nose, cheeks, chin and eyes. In fact he kisses all the parts of Colin's face except his mouth.
Reaching over and grabbing the teacher, Colin replies with a girly giggle, "So are you, I think we should do something about that."
"I suspect you are more than willing to satisfy me this morning, aren't you?"
"Oh, yes sir," breathed Colin as he wraps his legs around the man now on top of him.
Tofts smiles wryly and grabs his wand and performs a lubrication charm on Colin's backside.
"Ooh, its cold," squeals the sixteen year old.
"Don't worry, I'll warm you up again," he replied in a crafty smile and then putting his wand back on the night table, Toft says, "Exoplasitus."
"Yes," breathed Colin wantonly as his body reacted to the word, as no magic was cast with it.
'Already conditioned to the word without the magic, this is so going to be fun,' the teacher thinks as he plunges his organ deep into the soft body of his student.
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About the same time in a private room in the hospital wing of the castle, Harry Potter wakes from a nightmare and bolts upright in his bed. He face is white as a sheet and he is covered in sweat and breathing hard, as if he had been running a marathon in his sleep.
"Harry Potter is you's alright this morning?" asked Dobby concerned.
"Yeah," Harry said somewhat embarrassed. "I just had a dream."
Frightened Dobby asked, "Was it being about He Who Must Not Be Named?"
"Wha …" sputtered Harry, "No, it was something else."
That was what Dobby was afraid of. "Harry Potter, maybe you's should be lying back down again. Maybe you's is needing some rest you's is."
"I have class to go to Dobby, I can't sleep my life away, I have to face it sometime."
Dobby beamed at him proudly, "Then maybe you's is needing to be taking a shower to be getting ready then. I's is getting you's robes ready for you."
Harry started to pull the covers off of him, when he realized something that he doesn't want Dobby to see.
"Uh, Dobby, could you give me a moment alone?"
"Is Harry Potter going to be hurting hisself?"
"NO!" said Harry strongly. Then looking sheepish, he said, "It's something else."
Looking confused Dobby stared at him for a moment, then his eyes went large and a smile came to the elf's face. "Oh, you's is being a teenager." And the little elf popped away.
"Not exactly," Harry said to no one in particular.
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"Ah, Severus, you've come quickly," hissed the dark wizard.
"I live to serve you my lord," the potions master replied as he bent down to kiss the hem of Voldemort's robes. "What service can I render to you this morning my lord?"
"Graceful as ever Severus," hissed Voldemort. "No wonder you were able to keep out of trouble when you were caught after my downfall all so many years ago."
Snape looked up purposefully confused but said nothing.
"I want an update on the Potter boy. I have been sensing some very interesting images from his mind lately and I wanted you to clarify them for me."
"I know very little of the boy these days my lord, he has been kept from me by that damnable little elf."
Laughing at the teacher, Voldemort continued, "Yes, he is an interesting little creature isn't he. When the time comes, I will allow you to torture him any way you see fit. However, what I want to know is if you followed my instructions concerning him and that damned fool Muggle-lover, Albus Dumbledore."
"Yes, my lord," Snape replied as he stood and took his place in the circle of Death Eaters. "Even now, Dumbledore has gathered more information about the boy and he is planning on telling others about it. He had the boy's head of house inquire about his summer activities."
"Hmmm," Voldemort mused, "How is dear Minerva these days?"
Shocked at the question, as the dark lord had never once before mentioned the deputy headmistress of the school, Snape replied, "She is well my lord."
"Still as stiff and unbending as ever I'd wager."
Snape smirked and said, "Yes, she is."
"Enough reminiscing about my school days I think, I have something I want you to do for me Severus," hissed the dark wizard.
"Yes, my lord."
"Potter had some very interesting dreams last night. He was dreaming about his time in captivity again, only it was different this time."
"Different how my lord?" asked the potions master respectfully.
"This time he enjoyed it," Voldemort said amused.
Snape raised an eyebrow to his master shocked.
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Later that morning at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall, Draco Malfoy was sitting there eating his breakfast and waiting for Harry Potter to come into the room and join his friends at the Gryffindor table.
"Drakie-poo?"
Sighing, Draco responded, "Yes, Pansy, what do you want?"
"To know why you're hanging all over Potter lately and ignoring me," she replied with a pout.
Thinking quickly, Draco answered, "Because my father wants to know what happened to Potter this summer so he can tell …" Draco paused and looked around to make sure no one was listening in on their conversation, "Others, who also want to know and use it to their advantage."
"Others?" she asked confused. Then it dawned on her who her Drakie-poo was talking about, "Oh, you mean … others."
Rolling his eyes, "Yes, Pansy, him."
"Well, in that case I guess it's alright," said Pansy as if it had been her idea all along.
"Like either one of us would have a choice if he tells us to do something," Draco replied to her.
"Well, let me know if you need any help, you might need a woman's touch," she purred into his ear.
Looking slightly disgusted, Draco said, "Yeah, I'll do that Pansy." However, what he was thinking was, 'The day you touch him, I'll rip your hide off, you shallow, bleach blonde, little bitch.'
Draco sighed and continued with his breakfast while Pansy clung to his arm.
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As Toft emerged from his shower, he found Colin still sitting on the bed naked.
"Shouldn't you be getting up to Gryffindor Tower?" asked the teacher in mock concern. "You need to get ready for you classes today."
"It won't go down," Colin said meekly.
"Excuse me?" Toft asks, pushing his smirk down so the boy wouldn't see it.
"It won't go down," Colin repeated worriedly.
"Didn't you … well you know, this morning?" Toft asks knowing full well he watched as the boy erupted all over his own stomach.
"Three times."
"Three? I must be getting old; I only remember doing it once this morning."
Embarrassed, Colin admitted, "I wanked off twice while you were in the shower, but it still won't go away."
Sitting on the bed beside Colin, Toft pulls him into his lap and begins to investigate the problem himself.
Colin moaned and said, "Wymer, that's making it worse."
Ignoring the boy in his lap, Toft continued his ministrations of the boy's body which causes him to arch his back in pleasure.
"Yes," Colin moaned more, "That feels so good!"
It didn't take Toft very long to finish the task at hand as it were and was rewarded with an eruption form the Gryffindor. However, once again, the problem didn't go away.
Colin looked down at himself and slumped over defeated, 'Will it ever go down again?' he thought.
Grinning, Toft said, "Well, that's a new one for me, I've never seen that happen before." Though in truth he had seen it happen many times before to many men that he had done this to.
"What am I going to do?" whined Colin. "I can't go to class like this, everyone will see."
"Well," Toft said craftily, "I have an idea, but I don't think you are going to like it."
"I don't care, just do it, I can't go around like this."
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"Ron?" asked Hermione.
"Yeah?"
"I am beginning to worry, Harry should be down for breakfast by now."
"Yeah, I know," Ron replied equally concerned. "You don't think that thing Firenze warned him about has happened do you?"
"NO!" Hermione said forcefully. "I told you both before Divination is a load of …"
"Yes, I know Hermione, it's just that centaurs are better at it than humans," Ron said. Then taking a deep breath he looks her square in the eye and says, "I don't want anything more to happen to him. I'd rather it happened to me." Then looking back to his breakfast plate, he admitted, "I wished his whole summer had happened to me instead of him."
With very soft and wet eyes, Hermione softly said, "Oh Ron, that's the sweetest thing I've ever heard."
"You want to know the biggest difference if it had been me instead of him?"
"What?"
"I wouldn't have had the strength to survive it."
"Me too," Hermione said sadly.
Just then Harry came walking into the Great Hall and took his seat with his friends at the table. "Morning guys," he said.
"Morning mate," Ron replied cheerily, completely squashing what he had been feeling mere moments before.
"What do we have this morning?" asked Harry as he put a small spoonful of food in his plate, which Hermione snatched away and filled fully with food.
"Well, I don't know about you two," she said bossily, "But I have Arithmancy and Ancient Runes this morning. Then I need to study in the library."
"Ron," Harry asked tenderly, not wanting to get the Head Girl's back side up, "What do we have?"
Smiling Ron said, "Quidditch practice, if you're still on the team that is."
Harry smiled at his two best friends and said, "Brilliant, I need to get out on my broom and fly around again."
"You do?" Ron and Hermione chimed in together.
"You guys were right about me not quitting the team yesterday."
"Excellent."
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When morning classes began, Professor Toft was watching as the third year Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws poured into his classroom. He was in a good mood, though he knew for a fact that wherever Colin was in the castle, he was quite miserable, but he had gotten what he asked for, he wasn't erect anymore. That thought brought a bright smile to his face.
When the bell rang that signaled the beginning of class, Professor Toft took his place at the podium and began to lecture about dark creatures to the third years, and today's lecture was about Hinkypunks.
As Professor Toft strolled around the classroom, while the students took notes; he spied a Hufflepuff boy named Stuart Haslett. Toft couldn't help but notice how lovely the boy looked sitting there taking his notes with such concentration. Toft then paused in his walking and lecturing and using his wand conjured an image of a Hinkypunk and projected it onto the wall behind his podium.
While the students were paying attention to the image Toft pointed his wand at the young Hufflepuff and said, "Legimens." A smile quickly found its way to his face as he found what he had been looking for and continued with his lecture as he had before.
'Another student who needs to be tutored privately,' smirked the teacher in his own thoughts.
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Harry had a good day so far, Quidditch practice had been an excellent way to spend his morning and he had actually eaten a good lunch without anyone staring him down. Well a good one for him at any rate. Ron and Hermione had gone off to their separate classes; while Harry made his way to the third floor where he was suppose to meet with Healer Lennox.
Reaching the door to the office, Camden Lennox was occupying, Harry paused and knocked on the door.
"Enter."
Harry walked in and saw Healer Lennox reading an article in what looked like to be a journal of the healing arts that Pomfrey often had in her office.
"Harry?"
"Yes, sir," Harry replied.
"Come in, have a seat," he said jovially. "How has your day been today?"
"Alright," Harry said, "mostly Quidditch practice."
"Quidditch, I used to love to watch those games when I was in Ravenclaw. I understand that you are the Gryffindor Seeker."
"Yeah, since first year," Harry admitted freely.
"First year?" commented Lennox with false pride, "You must be very good."
"I'm okay, that's all."
"Oh well then, if you're just okay …" Lennox said jovially which caused Harry to blush a bit. "So what else has been going on today? Anything I should know about? Any memories popping back up unexpectedly?"
Sheepishly Harry admitted, "Well, I did have a dream last night about what happened over the summer."
Lennox took a hard look at the Boy Who Lived and asked, "Was it a specific memory of what already happened or were you reliving it as if it were the first time?"
"It was more like an overview, as if I was watching it from far away. Kind of like on television …" Harry stopped himself there and asked, "You do know television is, don't you?"
"Not really," he admitted.
"Well, it was like watching it in a pensieve."
"Ah," the mental said, understanding now. "So what was this dream about?"
"I told you," Harry began, but he was cut off by the healer.
"No, you haven't, you just said it was about what happened over the summer."
Harry got up and began to pace around the room, "Those men that took me, one of them was …" Harry began and looking for the right word paused for a moment. "One of them was touching me."
"Touching you? You mean striking you with the back of his hand?"
"No," Harry said embarrassed as he continued to pace while his arms were wrapped around himself, "Not striking me. It was softer than that, gentler, but rough and crude at the same time."
Unknown to either of them, but Dobby was watching this session very closely and was becoming concerned for Harry, but didn't see the harm in Harry opening up his heart and letting go of his pain.
"So how did you react to this dream?"
Confused Harry stopped pacing and asked, "What do you mean?"
"Did you wake up screaming? Did you continue to sleep and watch it in your mental pensieve? Did you wake up, take a dreamless sleep potion and go back to sleep? What did you do?"
"I woke up sweating," Harry said and began to pace again.
"And," Lennox prompted.
"And what?"
"Harry, I've been on the receiving end of that curse too many often for my liking, but I know if you're hit with enough times, your body becomes conditioned to react certain ways when touched. If you woke up and didn't have a certain reaction I would be worried."
"What kind of reaction?"
"The kind I think you had and are too ashamed to admit to."
Harry looked anywhere but at the healer and said, "I don't know what you are talking about."
"Harry," Lennox said, "Yes, you do."
Getting very upset, Harry didn't want to think about it any more and he walked to the door and swung it open. "I need to go."
"No, Harry, you are staying here."
"I need to go … NOW!" Harry repeated and one of the wall sconces exploded.
Lennox ducked from the explosion and Dobby popped in the hallway and standing at the door.
"Harry Potter is you's alright?"
"No, Dobby, I'm not," Harry said with his voice filled with emotion. "It's not his fault though, it's mine."
"No Harry Potter, it is not being your fault."
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Much later that evening, as the members of the Order of the Phoenix gathered in the kitchen of Number twelve, Grimmauld Place, Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape were up in the library having an impromptu meeting of their own.
"What do you mean he asked about me?" Minerva McGonagall asked shocked.
"I mean he acted as if he knew you personally," accused Snape. "Why would the dark lord know you by name?"
"Severus," Professor Dumbledore said calmly, "The same year that Tom was the Head Boy at Hogwarts, Minerva was the Head Girl. Even though they were from different houses, they had to work together in their seventh year in their duties."
"That was well over fifty years ago," spat Snape. "Why would he suddenly begin asking about her now?"
"I wouldn't know, but I don't like it one bit," McGonagall snapped waspishly and left the two men in the library as she made her way down to the kitchen for the meeting.
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Several minutes later Dumbledore and Snape came into the kitchen and noticed that McGonagall was sitting away from them looking furious.
'I must remember to have a talk with her later,' Dumbledore thought as he and Snape took seats at the table.
"Now my friends, I am glad so many of you were able to make here tonight," Dumbledore began. "Our Harry has very bravely placed some of his experiences from the summer in my pensieve for us to listen to."
"WHAT?" bellowed Mrs. Weasley the moment she heard him. "You made Harry relive his torture from the summer to show to us? What were you …" however, she was cut off at this point, just before she got her stride going by the Headmaster.
"Molly, calm yourself, Harry volunteered this information for us."
"Are we going to have to watch it like you did before?" asked Tonks nervously. "You promised him."
"And I intend on keeping that promise," Dumbledore said pointedly. "These are different memories that Harry has placed in here this time. This time it is just the disembodied voice of the people who held him captive. As many of you know, he was kept in near darkness almost the entire time he was held captive, so these memories will be in an oral form."
Then the Headmaster tapped his wand in the glowing liquid and the voices began to fill the air.
As the various members of the Order sat there listening to the voices, some of them were sickened by what they heard, some of them were touched by Harry's strength to survive this and others just wanted to run from the meeting and not look back.
When the memories ended, Mrs. Weasley sat in the corner between her husband and their eldest son, Bill. "Oh Harry," she wept in to her handkerchief.
"Now," Dumbledore said clearly, "Does anyone recognize that voice? I can play it again, if you need to hear it."
Many of the members had no idea who the voice belonged to and Hagrid, who was sitting in the back of the room weeping himself for the boy he had come to love dearly, was looking around at Dumbledore, Snape and McGonagall completely confused.
Professor McGonagall spoke to them and said, "Now you aren't required to name someone this moment, but if you should happen to recognize the voice later, be sure to contact Professor Dumbledore, Professor Snape or myself about it."
"Wha' ya' mean ya don' know who it is?" asked Hagrid.
"Hagrid?" asked Dumbledore, "Do you recognize that voice?"
"Sure I do, why don' you? That's that new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher you hired while I was off in France. What's his name, the rude one."
"Wymer Toft?" asked Snape. Who quickly took out his wand and waved it over the pensieve again, causing the words to come alive and fill the air once more.
"Merlin's Ghost!" said Snape, "He's right. How could we have missed that?"
Dumbledore, who was looking rather pale at that moment, said, "I think it would be prudent if we returned to the castle right now."
To Be Continued … Please Read and Review
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