Harry and the Fairy Flirt
July 31th 1992
Chapter 3: "A day like no other"
Harry rolled over and smiled as Orria nuzzled deep into his chest 'It's nice waking up to this.' He buried his face in her hair and inhaled deep 'Bloody hell, she smells good.' Orria moaned making him smile; he brushed his cheek up against the top of her head. 'It's nice to wake up to the smell of flowers and pleasant cuddles from a beautiful woman.'
Orria stretched and yawned before reaching up to touch lips with him; kissing him gently the kiss quickly deepened making Harry moan happily. She pulled back and smiled "Happy Birthday Harry."
"Happy indeed" Harry smiled and leaned in to kiss her again. "Since it's my day can I ask for seconds on that incredible good morning?"
"First things first; your first birthday present" she ran her fingers over his forehead muttering a few words then smiled as the scar faded "But it won't be good for certain people to see you without that so let's add a fake one." She ran her fingers over his forehead again and an identical lightning bolt scar appeared on his forehead in the exact spot as the previous one. "There now you are safe from his ranting madness."
"Safe from whom?" Harry frowned in confusion "whose madness; do you mean Voldemort?"
"No, he's just stupid and desperate" She kissed his neck and smiled as he sighed "He just hates being upstaged; think of him as a two year old throwing a tantrum."
Harry leaned in and kissed her "Then who?"
Orria wriggled out of his grip and sat up "You'll see; it's not time to know just yet. . ." Her brow furrowed as she concentrated "Besides you would never believe me." She turned to face him, "I know I've already said this but I think you haven't heard it enough in your life so Happy Birthday" she climbed on top of him and stretched out; smiling down at him before kissing him again just as intensely as the first. Harry moaned with pleasure, wrapping his arms around her waist pinning her to him.
After a few minutes she wriggled free and he frowned playfully "You do realize that I am going to expect that greeting every morning."
Orria giggled as she tickled him quickly before he pinned her and returned the torture. "Today is going to be a very interesting day."
"It is indeed. . . What do want first from your lovely wife; Cake presents or breakfast?"
"Let's try breakfast, I'm starving." He rolled off of her sitting on the foot of the bed.
"You say that like I never feed you!" She waved her hand over the unoccupied section of the bed in-between them and two full plates with bacon, sausage, eggs, scones and fruit appeared on a tray next to two glasses of milk.
"Excellent choice dear" Harry picked up the fork and dug in just as Orria did. The two ate in silence; Orria finished first, what she didn't eat she pushed onto Harry's plate. "Are you trying to fatten me up?"
Orria giggled, "No there is enough of that in this house to last a lifetime." She concentrated on him for a few minutes then asked "Will you let me teach you some Fairy spells?"
"Are you sure I can do them? You did say that Fairy magic is different."
"Yes, you should be able to" Her face changed to a smile and she sat up straight nearly bouncing in place "But let's get back to the fun stuff; for your first present I don't need to say the words but I will for your sake, you need to learn these spells . . . Expand sight" She pointed at Harry's glasses and a spark erupted from her hand and wound around his glasses making it impossible for him to see "to reveal" The spark subsided and Harry had to blink a few times for his eyes to catch up.
"What was that?" Harry adjusted his glasses.
"That was an enchantment to help you see things that others cannot just by touching your glasses and asking it what to reveal. You can see when someone is using magic and who they are using it on, objects that are hidden and even see items that are enchanted or cursed."
"Excellent, I've got to show Hermione these." He smiled "She's going to love it." He put the last bite of food in his mouth and finished his milk. "She is going to want to get her own pair of glasses."
Orria waved her hand over the tray and empty plates making them vanish "Now for some entertainment. . ." She scooted closer to him. "We are going to learn a few spells; well you are going to learn."
It took most of the morning but Harry eventually learned how to use fairy magic; magic without a wand. She taught him the simple spells; the spells she learned when she was three. He now knew how to levitate, hide an object from sight, cleanse an object or a person of magical spells or curses, make any object speak what you tell it to, make inanimate objects come to life temporarily, make anyone speak their mind against their will and he now knew how to cast a spell that will let him hear what people are thinking.
Orria giggled as Harry practiced on Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and Dudley while pacing nervously around his room. "Alright," Harry waved his hand releasing the spell and shivering "that is all I want to see of those gits' minds; I hope that someday I can get rid of those images." He shivered again "But I think I see what you mean; I think I can actually use the spells without the words now."
"Don't they have a party or something tonight?" Orria asked casually
"Some rich builder and his wife are coming to dinner; Uncle Vernon is hoping to get a huge order from him."
"Oh," She sighed unconcerned with the business affairs of the heathens that continually hurt Harry. "I know what I can give you next; but we need to do this first." She waved her hand and a small cake appeared just large enough for two complete with candles and sprinkles. "Happy Birthday Harry, blow out the candles."
Harry smiled and bounced excitedly over to the bed "Let's see" He smiled then blew out the candles with a sly grin.
"Do I want to know what that grin is for?"
"Well I am a hormonal teenage boy that apparently according to you now has a Fairy wife; what do you think I wished for."
Orria blushed "Harry you're twelve; technically you aren't a teenager yet, don't you think we're a bit young for this talk?"
"I wake up a few more nights with you in my arms and you may not be able to keep me from acting out my fantasies."
"Well for that we would need two others; do you want that with or without the dragon conversation?"
Harry playfully tickled her "That is not funny." The two wrestle for a bit but Harry eventually won their little tickle fight 'I think she let me win.' He thought as he kissed her passionately.
Orria cut the cake in two and they both sat and ate talking about Hogwarts and everything that she could expect; Harry taught her about the things he learned last year and explained all she needed to know about the teachers.
"And finally there is Dumbledore . . ."
Orria waved her hand; holding it in front of his face and Harry's voice disappeared "We needn't talk about him right now; I know all about him, who doesn't." She dropped her hand and Harry's voice returned.
"You have got to teach me that one."
She raised an eyebrow setting the empty plate on the bed "Promise not to use it on me?" He nodded and she conceded and told him the movements and words, then let him practice on her till he could do it without the words. "Now, let's not overload your brain with anymore today."
"Now what are we going to do; Uncle Vernon should be calling me down to yell at me not to come down or make noise while his friends are here in just a few minutes."
She grinned and stood up retrieving a piece of parchment she sat back on the bed and waved her hand the empty plates making them vanish before she set the parchment down and waved her hand over it eagerly. To Harry's amazement the paper shifted and contorted into a pendant on a black cord. "How did you do that . . . why did you do that; I mean why use a piece of parchment?"
"Parchment is used because the spell is for all written media. Here put it on; now touch the pendant and focus your eyes straight ahead."
Harry did as he was told and to his amazement the latest issue of The Quibbler appeared before his eyes as if the paper was floating about 15 inches in front of him. Harry's hand slipped from the pendant and when he touched it again the image changed to The Daily Prophet. "This is incredible; can I control what paper it shows?"
"Yes; the same way that you tell your glasses what to reveal to you, but this time you are telling the pendant. Oh and your hand has to be on the pendant when you do so."
Harry smiled as he scanned through different articles and papers before halting the image and tackling Orria. "So do I get my wish now?" Orria responded with a giggle and a kiss, trying to wriggle free but giving up quickly when he ran his hand up and down her side.
Before Harry could convince Orria to give in to him, a fairy appeared in the middle of the room and cleared her throat to announce herself. Harry glanced over at her without moving off of Orria and smiled "Hello, how can I help you?"
"Harry this is Daisy," Orria introduced.
"Nice to meet you I am sure, but I am not here for you sir I am here to fetch Orria as that there is a little argument between the third and fifth realms that has escalated to the point of impending war."
"War? Bloody hell, Orria!" Harry was shocked. "You Fairies don't fool around do you?"
Orria giggled and climbed out from under Harry "Only the arrogant Fairies will even consider war." She sighed "Harry I am so sorry but I do need to go tend to this but I promise to make it up to you when I get back." She blushed "Maybe grant your wish . . . at least in part."
Harry nodded and kissed her cheek with a smile and a blush. "How long do you think you'll be?"
"At the very latest I will see you tomorrow." She kissed him intensely before pulling back and vanishing with Daisy.
Just then Harry heard the bellowing voice of his Uncle "Boy get down here!"
Harry walked slowly to the stairs and made his way downstairs, as soon as he entered the living room Uncle Vernon cleared his throat importantly and said, "Now, as we all know, today is a very important day. This could well be the day I make the biggest deal of my career. I think we should run through the schedule one last time."
Harry watched bored stiff as they all rehearsed for the night's important guests until Uncle Vernon rounded on him "And where will you be boy?"
"I'll be in my bedroom, making no noise and pretending that I don't exist." Harry said tonelessly and unconcerned about his Fat Uncle's stupid dinner party.
"You better not make a sound Boy or so help me boy, you will . . ."
"I know, I know; you've said it a million times just this summer. Now since we are done here, I'll be in my room."Harry turned and headed back upstairs 'Like I want to do anything noisy right now. . . I wonder when Orria will get back. Oh well for now I will have to settle with what is going on in the wizarding world' Harry reached his bedroom shut the door and turned on his present scanning through the papers one at a time reading every article.
Suddenly a letter dropped in front of him, Harry glanced at it and smiled "Hermione, it's about time you wrote me back. . ." he shut off the paper and picked up the letter "Hm, it's a lot lighter than I thought it would be." Harry opened then letter and slid down in the bed to read it.
[Letter]
Harry,
I can't believe you redacted your letter! You are so lucky that you gave me the counter-spell or the next time I saw you; you wouldn't have been able to walk right for weeks! But I am so relieved to hear from you. Why haven't you replied to any of my letters, or Ron's or Hagrid's for that matter? They have all written me to see if I knew anything; please tell me you weren't just ignoring us.
Anyway, Hagrid was excited about a new pet of his till it bit him and now it has gone to live with others of its kind, don't worry he wasn't hurt badly, other than his pride. He has written me several letters of nothing but worry over you. He will be relieved to know you are alright.
Ron is, well Ron; he started out this summer being his same idiotic self but then when he realized that you weren't responding to my letters as well he got rude. He seems to think that he owns me. His last letter was atrocious. He actually said that I was his property and then he gave me rules to follow that include public displays of affection!
Not to worry I wrote Fred and George and told them that he has a crush on Neville and Draco as well as a few others. I don't think he will be able to live it down no matter what he tries. I also plan on spreading it around school that he plays with dolls. The little cretin needs to learn a few things.
So how did you meet Orria? Has she taught you any magic? I will do my best to help you with keeping her at Hogwarts but I am not sure I like the thought of her being in your room with you at night, we don't know anything about her or if we can trust her. Plus I don't think it's proper for a girl to be in your room.
Please write soon, tell me more about Orria. Is the reason you haven't written because you can't get letters out? If you can't get letters to anyone else with your ring do you want me to pass a letter on to anyone? If so then just send it to me and I will see that it gets to them.
Write soon,
Hermione
[Letter Ends]
'They have been writing me? But why haven't I gotten any of the letters?' Harry was engulfed in the letter reading it over and over when he heard a loud pop and then a high-pitched voice "Harry Potter! So long has Dobby wanted to meet you, sir ... Such an honor it is . . . ."
Harry looked up to see a creature with large, bat-like ears and bulging green eyes the size of tennis balls, it was wearing what looked like an old pillowcase, with rips for arm- and leg-holes. "Er - hello," said Harry nervously. "Who are you?" Harry fidgeted paying little attention to the visitor.
"Dobby, sir; Just Dobby, Dobby the house-elf,"
"A House-elf, really . . . well Dobby I don't want to be rude or anything, but - this isn't a great time for me to have a house-elf in my bedroom." Harry glanced at him and melted at the sight of Dobby's big eyes tearing up and his quivering chin.
"Not that I'm not pleased to meet you," Harry quickly tried to calm him down, "but, er, is there any particular reason you're here?" Harry leaned toward him in a business like manner.
"Oh, yes, sir," said Dobby earnestly. "Dobby has come to tell you something sir."
"Maybe you should come back tomorrow." Harry put the letter in his pocket and glanced out the window longingly 'Where is Orria, this thing worry's me; he is up to something I know it.' He sighed desperate to be rid of Dobby "It is really late; your family must be worried about you. Are you allowed to be out this late?"
"I have disobeyed my family" Dobby moaned. Then, without warning, he leapt up and started banging his head furiously on the window, shouting, "Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!"
"Don't; what are you doing?" Harry hissed as he waved his hand hovering Dobby above the desk. Dobby seized Harry's desk lamp too quick for Harry to react and started beating himself around the head with earsplitting yelps. Harry desperately tried to keep him hovering and take the desk lamp from him but the task was impossible and Dobby tumbled to the ground lamp and all with a loud thud.
A sudden silence fell downstairs. Two seconds later Harry heard Uncle Vernon coming into the hall, calling, "Dudley's cat must have knocked something over."
"Quick! In the closet!" hissed Harry, stuffing Dobby in, shutting the door, and flinging himself onto the bed just as the door handle turned.
"What - the - devil - are - you - doing?" said Uncle Vernon through gritted teeth, his face horribly close to Harry's. "You've just ruined the punch line of my Japanese golfer joke . . . One more sound and you'll wish you'd never been born, boy!" He stomped flat-footed from the room.
Huffing in annoyance Harry let Dobby out of the closet. "Will you please behave yourself?"
"Sorry sir, Dobby had to punish himself," said the slightly cross-eyed house-elf as he stumbled out of the closet.
"Hermione is never going to believe this."
Dobby glanced at Harry with a sly look on his face "Hermione?"
"Yes my friend Hermione"
"Friend at school who doesn't even write to Harry Potter . . ."
"Are you the . . . have you been stopping my letters?" He glared at Dobby "Give them here, now." Dobby shook his head.
"Dobby hoped ... if Harry Potter thought his friends had forgotten him Harry Potter might not want to go back to school, sir . . ."Dobby frowned "There is a plot, Harry Potter; it is not safe."
"W-what do you mean not want to go back, of course I am going back . . . term starts on September first and I will be there" Harry stammered trying to regain his thoughts. 'Where is Orria' He sighed "What plot?"
"A plot to make most terrible things happen at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year," whispered Dobby, suddenly trembling all over. "Dobby has known it for months, sir. Harry Potter must not put himself in peril. He is too important, sir!"
"Excuse me, what is going on here?" The familiar Fairy voice rippled through the room and Harry sighed with relief.
"Orria, this is Dobby the House-Elf he has come to warn me not to go to school this year. He even went so far as to take the letters being sent to me in hopes that I wouldn't want to go back."
"Dobby did it for the best . . ."
"Hush you," Orria walked over to the elf and snapped her fingers, the letters appeared in her hand and she quickly gave them to Harry then turned back to Dobby.
Harry smiled at how regal she looked as she bent down and spoke to Dobby. "Thank you for your warning But Harry is under my protection; I will be sending you home now." Orria snapped her fingers and Dobby vanished. "Elves. . ." Orria rolled her eyes.
Harry sat down on the bed "thank you for the spells they came in handy with him." Orria bounded up to his side and sat down beside him with a smile. Harry leaned over and kissed her sweetly "Tell me about your problem is it fixed?" She nodded before he kissed her again "then you can tell me about House-elves and why Dobby beats himself senseless over nothing."
Orria rolled her eyes "we are all alone on your birthday" she grinned "Don't you want your wish?"