Authors Note:Now for an added plot, I'm adding another Challenge from whitetigerwolf to this story:
Half-Breed Challenge!
Requirements:
- Harry falls in love with either a female Centaur or Mermaid.
- Harry must meet and befriend his love interest before 4th year (It does not have to be any relationship other than friend at this point, though it may be if you wish)
- Harry must somehow be able to change into the same creature as his love interest.
- Harry must ask his love interest to the Yule Ball (if they can/do go with Harry is up to you)
- Harry must learn the ways of his love interest's people.
Recommended:
- Harry spends summers with his love interest's people.
- Harry betrothed to his love interest via a marriage contract.
- Soul-Bond.
- Lemons.
- Pregnancy.
-Start the story before or during Harry's first year.
- Secret Friendship until 4th year.
If you read the chapters about Harry's summer, then you'll have the basic idea of what I've planned.
Chapter Seven!
Poppy Pomfrey was up early and in the Hospital Wing sorting out the medicine cabinets in preparation for the term, making sure she had enough Calming Potions and Sleeping Draught in the cabinets as she knew that over the next few weeks she would need them for the first and maybe a few second years who would be no doubt suffering from homesickness. Over the years she'd had many students become homesick. So she always made sure that the day after the Welcoming Feast she got up early and made sure she had enough potions in stock for them.
She'd become the School's Healer for Hogwarts because she just wanted a nice and easy job where she wouldn't have to face death. She had seen too much of it when she was a Healer at St. Mungo's Hospital during the war with You-Know-Who. For years she had gotten what she wanted, a few broken bones from the Quidditch games, a few hexes from fights in the corridors and a few other problems, nothing too big. All perfectly normal things that you would expect from a magical school. That was until he came along, causing her to face death again. When she first met Harry Potter he was underweight and small for his age. She had informed the Headmaster of this and explained that Harry would need to take a few potions over the next year so that he would get back to the right weight and size. But the Headmaster told her to leave it to him, as he would sort it out and so she let it be. But over the next two years, she had became more worried about Mr. Potter's weight, size and health but every time she talked to Albus about it she was rebuffed and he would come up with some reason to leave it to him and somehow assure her that she shouldn't worry .
She couldn't believe that one child could get in so many dangerous situations. Normal children saw her once or twice a year, but Harry had seen her every few months since he started Hogwarts. What was more worrying was at the end of the year, every year, he ended up in a situation that lead him to a near-death experience. She wondered what it would be this year, although she hoped she would never see him at all. But she knew, if the previous years' trends continued, it was only a matter of time before he ended up in her Hospital Wing again. She just hoped it wouldn't be too soon.
Her hopes were dashed as an unknown teenager walked into the Hospital Wing. He was tall, good-looking, had nicely toned muscles and black hair. She had to remind herself quite firmly that students were off limits as she gave him a very thorough once-over. At first she didn't know who it was but when she saw his face, his green eyes and the lightning bolt scar on his forehead made it obvious, "Potter, is that you?" Asked a shocked Poppy. The person who may or may not have been the Boy-Who-Lived nodded. She gave a resigned sigh and asked, "What trouble have you got yourself into this time, Mr. Potter?"
"That's what I would like to know, Poppy." Minerva McGonagall muttered as she walked into Hospital Wing behind him, "He told me that he's taken potions over the summer he acquired from some unknown wizard. We're here to make sure that there aren't any long term poisons or side effects of any kind."
"I tried to tell Professor McGonagall that nothing was wrong with the potions." Harry said, "When I took them for the first month of my holidays I had a magical bracelet on to keep the Muggles from noticing the sudden changes that I would come under. I was given two potions by a wizard named Patrick Footman, the first was to restore the body to its peak condition for the drinker's current age and the second was to build up my muscles. To be honest I'd forgotten all about the bracelet and the changes to my body because of all the training I was doing. If I had remembered I would have warned you about it so this wouldn't have had to happen." Harry's tone hardened, "But it wasn't Patrick's job to give me the healing potions, was it? It was yours. Even if they're not the potions you would have given me they were healing potions regardless. So I would like to ask, why didn't you give me the potions I required?"
Poppy was shocked at the tone Potter spoke to her in and she was somewhat worried that he would take potions from an unknown wizard. In retrospect, the magical bracelet was a good idea, depending how fast the growth was but what shocked her more was that her friend Minerva didn't tell Potter off for the way he was reacting. However, what she didn't know was that Minerva was thinking the same thing as Harry, she should have been the one to give Harry the potions to make him healthier, not some stranger, and was waiting for her answer.
Seeing that Minerva wasn't going to help her, and on the contrary she looked like she was waiting for an answer as well, Poppy started, "When you first entered the Hospital Wing and I did the required medical checks on you and I found that you were underweight and small for your age. When I saw this I went to the Headmaster and told him about it and what I had planned for you, he -"
"He told you he would sort it out, didn't he?" Harry interrupted her with a growl, and after Madam Pomfrey nodded with a surprised look he continued. "Well you can see how that turned out. It took three years and a stranger to do what YOU should have done, not the Headmaster." Harry could see the angry look on the Healer's face at his accusation, "What is the first rule of a Healer? Do No Harm. But by doing nothing you did more harm than good. Is your priority healing the patient, or listening to a controlling old man, even if the old controlling of man is your boss? Sure, I can understand the need for you to inform him that you're treating a patient, but that's it. He shouldn't get to decide if you treat that patient. Who knows what the delay of treatment could have done to me in the long term? From what I can tell, nothing, but it could have been serious. If Patrick hadn't helped me it would have been serious, so do your tests so that I can take my morning run before breakfast."
A shell-shocked Healer began to do just that, performing numerous tests on Harry to see if there was any long term poisons or side effects causes by the potions. After twenty minutes or so Madam Pomfrey decided there were no signs of any problems when she analysed the results. Seeing as this was the case, Harry thanked her and began to leave.
But as he got to the door, he thought of something that he'd forgotten, "Professor McGonagall, as long as you're free for the first classes and I haven't got any classes would it be okay if you took me to Diagon Alley? I just realized that I need new clothes, thanks to my new looks."
"Professor Dumbledore decided that since today is Friday, it would be a free day." Professor McGonagall informed him. "So it would be fine with me to take you to Diagon Alley. If you're ready by half nine I can take you then."
"That sounds fine, thank you, Professor. I'll see you later." Harry replied before he left the Hospital Wing to head off to the main grounds so he could take his morning run.
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Once Harry left the Hospital Wing, Poppy looked at her friend and asked, "Minerva, why didn't you say anything to Mr. Potter? You know he was out of line there."
"A bit yes," Minerva sighed, "But it was more how he said it. He raised many good points. You're the healer of the school and you should have given him the proper treatment right away instead of listening to Albus. You would easily lose your Healer's License should he want to take this farther and you know he would win the case against you easily. I know you trusted Albus to do the right thing, so did I, but I recently came to realize that he doesn't have Mr. Potter's best interest at heart."
"What do you mean?" Asked a shocked Poppy. She had known Minerva for years now and she knew that Minerva was a strong supporter of Albus', for her to say this... it did not bode well for the man. She had to wonder what happened to make Minerva lose trust in a man she worked with for such a long time.
"I can't say much, seeing that it isn't my place to do so," Minerva said honestly, "But from I found out, I've realized he isn't the man we thought he was and I also realized many other things, things I need to think about and deal with."
"What do you mean?" Poppy inquired, she had never seen her friend so down and lost before.
"Let's just say someone pointed out that I haven't been doing my job properly." Minerva said with another sigh. "I'll leave you be, Poppy, I need to get ready to take Mr. Potter to Diagon Alley." And with that Minerva left a confused Poppy sitting alone in the Hospital Wing.
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When Harry got to the main grounds he started to run towards the lake, as he was running laps around the massive body of water he spotted blonde hair at the edge of The Forbidden Forest out of the corner of his eye. He thought it was the quirky third year Ravenclaw he'd seen occasionally but after a harder look he found someone he hadn't seen since last year, a female centaur named Sara.
Harry had met Sara in his first year shortly after his detention in the Forbidden Forest and meeting the centaurs. He had gone back and was looking within the forest for a centaur to talk with when he found her on the edge. She was sneaking out of the forest, which she explained she did often as it got her away from the elders and especially her father. Sara had a honey coloured coat, black hoofs and a blonde tail. Her upper body had porcelain white skin, long blonde hair that reached her equine back and sky blue eyes. As they talked and got to know each other she explained that most centaurs didn't leave the forest because they didn't trust humans, or some, like her father, outright hated humans. As she talked about herself and her people's society Harry formed the opinion that the hatred and mistrust was because neither the centaurs nor the humans took the time to learn how to interact with each other. He couldn't help but think that if they were taught each other's customs there would be a lot less misunderstanding and everyone would be happier, sadly however only a handful of either race would even consider talking.
The first time Harry and Sara had met the main reason she had left the forest was because she wanted to meet him after hearing that he had been looking for the injured unicorn. She had tried to read the stars about his future but she, like the rest of the centaurs, couldn't. The only detail she got was the impression she needed to be at the edge of the forest two days in the future. The rest of the centaurs called him a Child of Chaos as he seemed to have no destiny of his own and changed the fate of whoever he came into contact with. So whilst most of her herd wanted nothing to do with him she was intrigued. So two days later she went to the edge of the forest and there he was.
Their first meeting caused Harry no end of embarrassment as Sara wore no clothing and at eight she had already started to develop small budding breasts. Over the four years they had gotten closer and become great friends, both of them had decided to keep their friendship secret due to the stigma Harry would have faced because of having a half-breed as a friend and the fact that Sara would be punished if the elders or her father knew she was meeting a human. It was, however, hard for Sara to hide from the other centaurs because after a time the adults in her herd would notice she was missing and come looking for her. Harry and Sara managed to keep their friendship a secret from the centaurs until the first snow fell in his second year. After that it was easier for the adults to track Sara and she had become lazy in hiding her tracks after getting away with it for so long. They found her talking to Harry just after Christmas and after that they had done everything in their power to keep Harry and Sara apart. Despite their best efforts though, nothing worked, and in the end Sara would always find some way to give them the slip and meet up with Harry, even if it was only a matter of time before they would be found together. It was at the beginning of his third year that Harry realised he had a crush on Sara after an enthusiastic reunion at the beginning of term. He also suspected that she had a crush on him but he'd never said anything; happy with how things were.
Harry spotted Sara and stopped jogging round the lake and began to jog towards the forest's edge. As he got closer he saw a white rabbit on her back, which he recognized as Tick Tock, or just Tock for short. It was the Snow Rabbit that he'd brought for Sara a year ago as a gift for her, knowing she liked rabbits. When he got close enough Sara called, "Is that you, Harry?"
"Yeah it's me, Sara," Harry said with a smile, "I finally had some sense knocked into me this summer and I started to train for when Voldemort returns. I have to thank you for your training in hunting that was one of the things I was very glad I was good at this summer without help."
"That's good to hear, Harry." Sara said. She looked him over and commented, "I have to say that you're looking good thanks to the training."
"Thanks, Sara, you're not looking to bad yourself." Harry replied, and he was right. Sara had gained some muscles on her body and her breasts were at least a solid C cup now.
"Whatever training you took this summer has done you some good," She said, "You're posture isn't as shy or-"
Before she could finish talking, a few centaurs came out of the forest and approached Harry and Sara. Looking them over, Harry muttered. "Damn, your father. I was hoping to talk to you a bit longer before he came."
"What are you doing here, Human?" Bane demanded, "I told you not to come near my daughter."
"Like I would ever listen to you, Mule." Harry said with a sneer. The centaurs levelled their bows at him for insulting Bane, while Sara looked at him in awe with a hint of hidden lust, he'd never stood up to her Father before, he would simply back down and leave in previous years. "What? If he can call me Human instead of Potter or Harry in an insulting tone, I can call him Mule. As for my not being allowed to talk to your daughter, you no longer have a say in it. She is of age to find a Mate, be it human or centaur. You may not like it, Bane, but centaurs have been with humans before and it can happen again."
Bane and the other centaurs looked surprised that the human in front of them knew this bit of their culture. Sara had informed Harry of their ways and about her life, so he was well-equipped to handle anything Bane threw at him. Recovering quickly, however, Bane replied, "That may be the case, Human, but I'll make sure that she will never be with a human, especially you. I'll fight you before I let you near her."
Harry looked at Sara. He could see the feelings she had for him now. He had no idea why he couldn't see it before but she was practically radiating an aura of love and lust to his senses now. "Then so be it. If it's a fight you want over her hand then that's what you've got." He said, turning his gaze to stare right at Bane.
"Please, Human." Bane scoffed, "As if a human like you can defeat me. Either way, I need to go, I have no time for you right now. Sara, come with me. We're leaving. Say goodbye to this human, as hopefully this will be the last time you'll ever see him." He said as he looked at his daughter with a hint of anger in his eyes. Then, looking back to Harry, he said, "Listen carefully, Human, the next time I see you near my daughter again, I'll kill you."
"You can try, Mule." Harry said with complete confidence, "But I'm not the young child you met the last time, I'm stronger and better now. Should we fight, I would show you what the Child of Chaos can do. Like you, though, I need to go and have my breakfast. Sara, I'll see you again sometime and I'll show you what I learnt over the summer." And with that goodbye to Sara, Harry walked off to the Great Hall where he waited for his friends to come down.
TO BE CONTINUED!
Authors Note:Here is another chapter of Mishap, I hope that you like the chapter and I hope you'll review and let me know what you thought and any ideas you would like to see in the story.