Chapter 11

Beta: Hipnyah, Moriarthur

Harry –

I was already expecting this moment but it came as a surprise to find him in my room at the Tonks house instead.

"The Great Harry Potter!" Dobby shouted as our eyes met. "It is such an honor."

The house-elf stood in the middle of my quite barren room, which was just lined with books that I found around the house that both Andromeda and Ted didn't really mind me reading. His appearance in my room made me quickly stand off the bed and grab my wand.

I have to try and keep up appearances. Dobby was still loyal to the Malfoys and as such I need to be very careful.

"Who are you?" I said, pointing my wand at him. Threatening an intruder would be par for the course.

"Dobby sir, Dobby the house-elf." he introduced himself, lowering his eyes down to the floor. He's still quite obedient, for fear of punishments?

"Harry Potter but you already knew that. Why are you here?" I had to ask, I couldn't pull off the all knowing wizard like Dumbledore can.

On that question Dobby stopped looking me in the eyes and started nervously fiddling with his hands. Shit, went too far.

"Oh oh yes, Dobby is here to tell you that," he paused. "It is difficult sir. Dobby wonders where to begin."

I remained in my room standing a bit still, if a bit concerned.

"Alright let's take a deep breath and calm down," I said, trying not to scare him. He could just pop away and not give me answers. "Why don't we sit down and talk over tea, yeah?"

I knew for a fact that no one was in the house, as they all had some errands/jobs to do. That and I was pretty sure that no one actually offered to do this for him.

"Sit down?" Dobby repeated, before he suddenly began crying. "Tea?" he started crying harder.

"Hey calm down, what's with all that crying?" I had to ask, pretending to be a bit dumb.

"Dobby has never been asked to sit down and eat, by a wizard." Dobby said the last part in shock, as he wiped his tears in his case.

Right, Malfoys are assholes or maybe just wizards in general.

"Then you haven't met many decent wizards have you?" I said, cheekily. Insult to the Malfoys, nice. They really were pieces of shit, or at least Draco was.

"No, I haven't." Dobby said, smiling.

Hey, he got it. The thought made me smirk. While I thought I wouldn't be mad about the Malfoys as I was put in this world, interacting with Draco easily pissed me off. He would always complain, brag about his family to everyone, and nobody really listened, was funny at first but got old real quick. His name is on my shit list, right beside Lockharts.

"That, that was an awful thing to say." Dobby continued his smile fading with a fearful look, as he banged his head on a wall.

"Bad Dobby, bad Dobby, bad Dobby…" with each pause he banged his head on the wall.

Shit, my smirk quickly dropping as I rushed over to stop him from hurting himself.

"Dobby, stop it." Fuck, I forgot how sad he was before he was freed. "Dobby enough." I said, as I pulled him away from the wall and had him facing me.

I looked at the bruise forming on his forehead, I quickly pointed my right wand over the bruise and cast a minor healing spell, one that was invented to specifically heal bruises. I knew I wouldn't get any trouble as I had three adults who were casting everyday around me. As I casted I could hear him mutter something about my greatness?

"Dobby had to punish himself sir," Dobby explained, after I healed the bruise. "Dobby almost spoke ill of his family."

"Your family?" Pretending to not know shit, is a curse. I took a sip of my tea, as I moved to the kitchen to make tea and put out some biscuits.

And while a wizard having tea time with an elf would be an interesting sight, I knew that Ted was always out working, Andromeda was doing some tutoring and Tonks' Auror training would always make her stay late.

"The wizard family Dobby serves sir." Dobby said, still holding his tea. "Dobby is a house-elf sir, Dobby is bound to serve one family forever."

He looked down at his tea, staring at it with a weird fascination, before he looked up and explained more.

"If they ever knew that Dobby was here." Dobby shuddered at the thought. "But Dobby had to come, Dobby has to protect Harry Potter. To warn him, Harry Potter must not go back to Hogwarts."

"Why? Why shouldn't I go?"

"There is a great plot," Dobby said, forgetting his tea, as he stared at me with fear in his eyes. "A plot to make terrible things happen."

"Who, Who's plotting them? Your family?"

"I-I…" Dobby seemed to be on the verge of a panic attack, as he started to breathe heavily. "Do not ask, do not ask Dobby. Dobby cannot tell."

"Hey calm down," I quickly put my hand on Dobby's shoulder to calm him down. "This plot that you're talking about, your family's behind it, aren't they?"

"Bad Dobby, bad Dobby!" Dobby sobbed. "Harry Potter must not go back to Hogwarts!"

"Fine." It wasn't but I'll be going back either way.

"Dobby must go now, thank you for the tea." he said, almost staring wistfully at the table where the tea and the biscuits were. "Please be careful, Harry Potter."

"Yeah." I replied as he popped away.

Talk about an interesting afternoon.

Later that week, someone interrupted my daily reading as someone knocked on my door, taking my attention from the book that I found. I looked at the time and noticed it was near midnight, I opened the door and I saw bright pink hair.

"Tonks?"

The pink haired witch was standing outside my room, looking a bit guilty.

"Uh, hey," She said, as she awkwardly smiled. "Can I come in?"

I held the door open for her to enter as I went to sit on my bed. I watched as she closed the door, and took out her wand and started casting some spells.

"So what's the matter?" I had to ask with all the secrecy.

"I…" Tonks started before getting a conflicted look on her face. "I crossed a line last week."

The one where she and her friend got drunk and proceeded to grope and tease me probably. I stared at her trying to not show how it affected me but a slight blush made its way to my face.

"Yeah… you kinda did." I said, a bit quietly.

The second I said that, Tonks seemed to be guilty. She started pacing my room, not meeting my eyes, and trying to look anywhere other than me.

It was more embarrassing rather than traumatic than what she seems to think, surely.

Honestly when she kept pacing, I couldn't help taking a look at her boobs as they bounced up and down, her trenchcoat doing nothing more than exaggerating the entrancing movement of her bust.

Tonks seemed to have noticed as she stopped pacing and stopped in front of me.

"If you want, you could touch them," she said, blushing a bit.

"Are you serious?" I had to ask, as she seemed a bit nervous.

"Well, yeah?" she said, a bit confused before she continued. "Don't think about it, think of this as an apology and move over."

I scooted over the bed to arrange room for her. I glanced up to her and saw that she had a determined look on her face. We adjusted our positions on the bed so that we were both looking at each other. I hesitantly looked back down to her breasts, which were freed from the trench coat but were still covered by a t-shirt.

My hands slowly found their way reaching and I hesitantly touched her boobs before stopping to gauge her reaction. She didn't move, obviously waiting for me to do something more. So I began lightly experimenting on her breasts.

It wasn't long before I realized that she wasn't wearing a bra, which in fairness I should have expected. My fingers felt a slight bump, which I quickly realized was her nipple. I tried to avoid it a little out of embarrassment but I quickly gave up on it.

I looked up at her expression. Her face was flushed and her eyes were glued to my hands as they slowly moved around her breasts. She was enjoying this, and with that thought gave me courage to do more.

I continued to watch her expression as I gave her breasts a quick squeeze. Her breath hitched for a second. She didn't take her eyes off my hands as they fondled her bust. I continued to move my fingers lightly around her nipples, occasionally giving a tiny squeeze. Every time I squeezed, she let out a slight whimper or gasp.

Finally, unable to take it anymore, I squeezed them tightly but didn't release them, pressing them together and spreading them apart. She gasped and moaned slightly louder, her back arching slightly.

I couldn't tell if she was faking them or not, but I didn't care as I began tracing them in circles as well as rubbing her nipples. She was moving her body in rhythm with my touch, clenching her fists while holding onto the blanket.

I released her boobs and pulled her shirt up over her chest. I stopped for a second before I quickly started to fondle them. My bare hands on her exposed flesh, the heat of her tits in my palms quickly made me want to do more. Her moans were so sweet and yet they were soft. My eyes wide as I tried to capture this moment, my fingers working to make her moan more.

I wanted to make her moan louder.

Damn this prepubescent body!

Following that moment, I swore that I would get the physical ritual this year. It would improve my body, fix my eyesight and improve my body's potential for learning anything physical.

I already had the ingredients, but I didn't want to do it until I got back to Hogwarts.

For another day I suppose. Our groping session stopped when Tonks looked at a clock and realized that she had to be up early the next day. She quietly dressed herself, tripping over something and just before she left my room, she looked at me in my door frame.

"So are we cool?" Tonks said, I could notice she was a bit tense with a slight blush on her face.

"Yeah, we're cool." I told her, nodding my head.

Her nodding back and just as she was about to close the door, I told her one more thing.

"I wouldn't mind doing more." I said, watching her stop the door before closing it.

Tomorrow, I couldn't look at Tonks without blushing a bit but apparently she didn't have any problems as she grinned at me. And started hugging me close, pressing her breasts on my back trying to make me blush.

Tonks seemingly had some guilt when she groped me with her friend, and while Hestia also felt bad she took it worse since she lived with me.

And now she didn't really mind since she realized that I wouldn't mind, and knew what she was doing, trying to make me blush, without any attachments.

As I laid my head on her thighs as we watched the television. I had to hold in my blush, damn this body, especially since she was wearing a very tight shirt.

"And in local news, there's going to be a…" I stopped paying attention to the television to sneak a look of her tits in the corner of my eye.

She seemed to realize as she leaned back a bit, and smirked down at me. I quickly looked forward to the tv.

I thought I was in the clear before I felt her lean down.

"You can always look y'know?" She said, before straightening back and leaning on the cushions.

I almost preferred her before.

This bitch.

Weeks passed and I was with the Tonks family on platform nine and three quarters. I had been enjoying this summer more than I thought I would have, and it wasn't just because I had enough materials to start my muggle items shop, I still had to find a name.

Also pretty sure Dobby tried closing the wall, but I apparated with the Tonks family on the way here.

"Have everything?" Ted asked.

"Yeah," I replied, as I patted my trunk. "Everything's here."

Ted nodded, and a sudden awkward silence fell between us. Despite living in his house, we rarely met each other as he was always working.

"I'm going to miss you, Harry." Andromeda said, breaking the silence. "You have a good grasp about etiquette but remember, if you aren't sure always–"

"Be polite, and if you accidentally insult someone it's better to apologize than stand your ground?"

Andromeda paused before nodding.

"Not exactly, but it is good advice regardless."

"Come here," Tonks said, as she pulled me into a hug. "I'm going to miss you."

"You'll just miss teasing me, won't you?" I asked, with a raised eyebrow.

"Guilty," she said, as she held me close.

"Right," I rolled my eyes, but I tightened my arms around her.

"Remember to write okay?" Tonks said, releasing me.

"Yeah, bye." I said, waving.

I quickly got on the train with my trunk as I looked for a free compartment.

A few hours later, I settled on my seat in an empty compartment reading some of the books I got from my shopping spree.

I also had to prepare for a basilisk, so perhaps keeping some roosters ready would be good. Perhaps my inventory could? Other than the basilisk, I had the diary and the ritual. The mind ritual was very powerful and I already want to do the body enhancement ritual.

But as of right now, there would be plenty of time in Hogwarts to do them.

The door to the compartment opened, and in-stepped a blonde girl with big blue eyes.

"Hello." She said dreamily, stepped inside and took a seat.

"Hi?"

"My name is Luna Lovegood." She said, continuing to look around.

"Harry Potter," I introduced, as I had to stare at her.

"Want to be friends?"

"Okay?" I mean, I wouldn't mind I guess?

Luna nodded before she began reading a book upside down.

Luna was cool. In all honesty while she was kind of odd, it wasn't as odd as some creatures or anything else here.

After the train ride, Luna and I got separated as second years rode on the carriages, so I waited for the carriages that were pulled by thestrals, their hooves not making a sound as they gracefully carried the carriages.

"Why didn't you ride with us Harry?" someone said, as I got pulled into a hug from behind.

Olivia quickly stepped in front of me, hands on her hips, with a disappointed look.

"Well why didn't you look for us?" Olivia said, staring with a raised eyebrow.

"I… prefer the quiet?" I answered a bit lamely.

"That's not a good enough reason," Anna said, hugging me close, putting her head next to my ear causing me to shiver.

Olivia noticed and smirked.

"Well, we'll just have to have you sit with us in our own private carriage." Olivia said, turning her head, fake haughtily.

Olivia started to walk towards an empty carriage, with Anna and I quickly breaking the hug to follow her.

The ride itself only took a few minutes as such, the girls were complaining about not having me for the train ride. They only stopped after I promised I'd ride with them next year.

Eventually we reached our table in the Great Hall, and quickly sat down. Everything was normal as Luna was sorted in Ravenclaw, and quickly was beside me, and Ginny was in Gryffindor.

All according to canon, I thought as I munched on some desserts.

A few days later the routine of classes and homework was easy to slip back into. Despite my amazing stay at the Tonks, I much preferred my room in Hogwarts as I was the one who designed it from the stash I stole.

I was a second year now, and that meant that people were somewhat already used to me being the boy-who-lived, the exception being the first years who looked at me all wide eyed. Except for one Luna Lovegood, who was quite determined to sit near me and if both sides were occupied? She'd sit on my lap which infuriated Anna and Olivia, the latter tried her best to not show it.

In all honesty, I let Luna sit there as it was fun watching them be mad for once.

I walked into the defense classroom, and was immediately pissed off as the walls were plastered with portraits and pictures and framed magazine covers, all featuring miniature smiling Lockharts.

"Mother fucker." I muttered, getting some nearby students to look at me a bit shocked.

The class quickly sat down and waited. We were with the Hufflepuffs, and my eyes strayed to a redheaded girl.

Hmm, Susan Bones is a relative of Amelia Bones, the current DMLE. Maybe I could start a study group? It wouldn't hurt and would help with the muggle retail shop.

Lockhart entered the classroom from the balcony and laid a hand on the railing looking down on us students with a blinding smile.

"Let me introduce you to your new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher," He paused, for dramatic effect. "Me."

"Gilderoy Lockhart," he continued, as he went down the stairs. "Order of Merlin, Third Class," he pointed out. "Honorary Member of the Dark Forces Defense League, and five-time winner of Witch Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award." he carried on, leaning on a portrait, who was painting another portrait inside the portrait. "But I don't want to talk about that."

Lockhart finished his introductions as he made his way to his desk and leaned to give another fucking smile at his students.

After that in all honesty I stopped paying attention and just waited for his stupid test. I took one look at his page and just. No.

Defense against the Dark Arts

Second Year Essential Knowledge Test

1. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite color?

2. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's secret ambition?

3. What, in your opinion, is Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest achievement to date?

4. When is Gilderoy Lockhart's birthday, and what would his ideal gift be?

5. How many times has Gilderoy Lockhart won Witch Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award?

What did the doctor say again? Three I's in a sentence, quite egotistical of you? What does it say when you have an entire test on your first class and all of the questions have your name on it?

It's something to read about but actually seeing the test itself and the man who gave it to you being all serious?

1. Piss yellow from his unglamoured teeth.

2. To convince the people that he's the true Boy-Who-Lived

3. Convincing people he's competent.

4. His ideal birthday gift would be a mirror that would actually tell the truth instead of what he wants

5. No one knows as people of note don't read a witches gossip rag.

I answered them all similarly because fuck him and half an hour later, Lockhart collected the papers, during which he didn't check them. Damn it.

"Now, be warned," Lockhart said, dramatically holding his wand and widening his eyes. "It is my job to prepare you to face the foulest creatures known to wizardkind!" He finished tapping a cage covered in a velvet fabric. The cage rattled and banged, the fabric covering it.

I looked around and noticed that the other kids were nervous and were anticipating something.

"I must ask you not to scream," Lockhart said, grasping the top of the cover. "It might provoke them!" He ended, taking the cover away.

Revealing small blue bug-eyed humanoids with wings and antennas in a cage.

"Freshly caught Cornish pixies." Some chuckled to themselves quietly. "Laugh if you will, but they are quite the devilish little tricksters. Let's see what you make of them!" He said, as he opened the cage without warning.

"Get down!" I pushed the other student who sat at the same table as me.

The pixies quickly flew out of the cage, laughing and other students quickly ran around the room. Some students escaped outside before pixies blocked the door with an armoire, the rest hiding around the classroom.

The classroom quickly became chaotic, as paper torn from textbooks littered the room, books being thrown about, quill and ink quickly being used to draw on any surface.

"Sorry about the push." I said to the girl who I apparently pushed down earlier. The pixies overhead, quickly grabbing books, robes and started tearing into them pieces of paper to cover the defense classroom.

"Don't worry about it." The girl answered, as I noticed her Ravenclaw Robes. She quickly looked around, casting on some nearby pixies with random spells with varying success.

"The freezing charm," I told her, as I casted the spell, hitting a group of them. "Incantation is Immobulus got it?"

She nodded and after a brief moment of watching me cast it, quickly casting it herself. After a few seconds, I quickly realized that they started to separate and with their size it made it hard to hit them.

I suddenly had a sudden idea, reaching deep into my MP, I casted Immobulus again with the difference being that I casted it with ten times the normal power. I aimed my wand at one of them and a bright blue light quickly surrounded the room and disappeared.

Then suddenly the pixies were frozen in the air, their eyes wide and body in weird angles.

Name – Harry James Potter

Level – 55 [Exp – 12%]

HP – 100%

SP – 100%

MP – 98%

2 percent, I'm getting powerful. I seemed to have hit a plateau though, I haven't leveled up much despite learning a lot of skills I let out a sigh as I quickly made my way to the front of the classroom and casted a summoning spell using it to gather the pixies to their previous cage, and lock it up.

That's when I noticed that the room was quiet, as student's stopped screaming and the pixies' destruction wasn't making any more noise.

I turned around and quickly realized that I was being stared at by the entire classroom..

"So… I'm thinking of starting a study group, who's in?" I lamely asked. I was put off by their staring.

My question seemed to stir them back and soon began crowding over me asking questions.

"What was that spell?"

"Told you he was that strong."

"Can I join?"

Something told me this was gonna be a curse.

AN: I think this is the first chapter that was just in Harry's POV. Huh.

Also thank you to Azazyel0714, Gloweye and Mythology216 for the test question answers cause I was just pissed cause I wrote the questions manually (Cuz I didn't read them all first).

Also did I purposely drag things out for word count? Yes, yes I did.