Harry Potter: Return of the Death Walker

by WhiteDevilMGN

After a thousand Years of death and isolation Harry Potter will perform a ritual on his search of peace and slumber only to return back to when it all began. With knowledge and experience no ten year old should possess and his memories in a jumble Harry must ready himself and the world for the War that is to come. Further plot to be detailed inside. Lemon Multi:Harry

10. Chapter 10 :: Quidditch Action

This chapter contains smut, and descriptions not suited for minors, viewer discretion is advised. Enjoy.

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Book I :: Chapter 10 :: Quidditch Action

The week that followed was by far the best week of Harry's life.

As he read Durk Rugbitt's Potions book, Complex and Dark Remidies Harry gained a greater and deeper understanding of how potions were invented and created. Most of the recipes and topics within the book were considerably dangerous, even borderline dark.

However, each section was profound and complex. Attempting any potion within was risky and dangerous if not done with precise skill. Even better was how horrible designed each of these potions were. Each one seemed to disregard the effects of other ingredients meaning each recipe was either a time bomb or a Soufflé waiting to deflate and be wasted.

It just went to reinforce how much Professor Mcgonagall's trust his talent in potions.

Ironically after reading them Harry easily identified what elements, flora, and fauna to add to each potion to theoretically stabilize and produce a successful product. This was however at the expense of increasing the time spent making the potions, and the cost by adding additional ingredients.

That wasn't all though. Inside the texts were theory's many of which unconfirmed and would remain so for the next hundred years or so.

Advanced Potion-Making by Libatius Borage, – a copy he was given after he practically made an unbreakable vow with the librarian to purchase a replacement – was littered with notes much like Harry's Magical Drafts and Potions Textbook. Theory's and false assumptions were blacked out and rewritten and sever drafts gave Harry inspiration that would make it possible to invent completely new potions. Polyjuice potion in particular gave him a brainstorm that left Harry speculating how best go about completing the potion he had speculated and theorized as possible.

Harry was overjoyed at how quickly the subject came to him. With his foreknowledge Harry's understanding of potions expanded beyond anything anyone else had ever scene. Them calling him a prodigy wasn't that inaccurate now that he considered how young he looked. However, Harry still felt uncomfortable thinking about it, was he an old man who killed a child, or was he a young child who stole from an old man.

It felt unfair somehow. He had memories of nearly centuries worth of experience. Experience fighting monsters that no average wizard would ever cross in three lifetimes. Knowledge and wisdom that most seventh years would never live to see. Yet here he was stuck in per-pubescence, in his first year at Hogwarts, developing in his head his own potions and contemplating implementing his skills through logical and practical experimentation to make them.

Looking at in perspective Harry was left with the sobering fact he wasn't even sure of who he was. And yet already he was making a mockery of wizards ages dead before him at their ignorance while at the same time showing up seventh years who spent their whole lives studying. If he considered himself a child, it was mocking. If he considered himself the old man then his was no different than Dumbledore in his eyes.

That thought Harry was terrified of. Was he manipulating others? Was he subconsciously manipulating Hermione? Harry knew she had been watching him previously that week. Back then he felt her frustration mounting in her gaze as she watched him afar constantly. Yet when he went to approach, she'd run off.

When that happened Harry considered cornering her in Hogwarts using his knowledge of the school's layout, he was forced to swallow his own vile as the thought of himself overlapped with the Old man's image. He wouldn't do that. He was different. He'd wait for Hermione, when she was ready to face him, she would. He wasn't a manipulator. He wasn't like Dumbledore.

"Was he really though?" a small thought whispered.

Eventually she approached and apologized. She had caught him after leaving the great hall and mouth wordlessly for a bit. Eventually she managed to splutter out. "I'm sorry. I know you said we'd be friends, but I wasn't. You got sorted… then I did… Ron said some stuff and I listened… and didn't give you a chance, and I did to you what everyone else did to me. I categorized you and stereotyped you even as I ignored who you really were. I'm sorry, I don't deserve your friendship but If you still-"

"Hermione!" Hermione shut up and looked at the kindest and most excepting green eyes she had ever seen. "Want to head with me to study up Potions?"

And like that, their relationship was established. With the biggest grin since she came to Hogwarts, Hermione spent the entire day arguing with him over his potion notes and texts. It brought out all of her flaws and Harry just smiled as she looked ashamed after trying a simple potion only to be proven wrong.

That day alone, didn't he manipulate her to approach him. He had spent those days avoiding secret passages so she could follow him. He waited for her approach, instantly forgave her then used his knowledge for force her to realize that books weren't the end all of be all of the universe. He even had her try making one of the potions to force this truth.

"Wasn't that the same thing?" Harry realized that his stress levels were rising quickly again. Breathing in and out he tried to push the thoughts to the back of his mind. He couldn't risk stressing himself out. He had yet to find someone to establish releasing his stress but wasn't sure how to quietly announce it.

Harry had spent years alone. He wasn't really skilled in talking with people. Spotting B.S. was easy. Honest, easy. Conveying his troubles that he posed because he was a thousand-year-old mental child with overly insane magic that build up regularly… yeah, he was screwed. He also couldn't get stressed because the quidditch match was that day, and his stress levels were certainly going to rise as he was left loose on the field.

Thinking of his other skillsets, the silver lining was that his Transfiguration, Charms, Potions, and his Broom flying skills could be chalked up to being traits he inherited from his parents. But that again brought him back to who was he.

Looking up at the clock Harry packed up the books spread out before him and returned them to the shelves. As he walked out of the library, he spotted a large batch of bushy brown hair crouched over the table studying intently.

Sneaking up behind her he whispered, "You're late."

The scream she let out was loud as hell and to him, cute as hell too. Harry couldn't help but laugh as she battered him with her Edition of Hogwarts a History. That damned book was heavy.

"Damn it Harry! You scared me out of my robes." Hermione growled out, still hyperventilating from shock. A shit eating grin crossed Harry's face and Hermione glared at him and practically screamed; Don't even think about saying what you are thinking.

"Really? Wow. What other garments can I scare you out of?" Harry teased.

Hermione went bright neon with embarrassment. "Harry James Potter I will not be removing any such garments so get you perverted mind out of your pants."

"Can I at least pull out my wand for you, your looking a bit bothered by it."

The Weasley Twins would have been proud of her impersonation of their trademark color.

Harry chuckled at this, it was so nice and easy to talk to her. Even easier to rile up.

"First off, your assessment if true is wrong. My mind would be in your pants not mine," he countered drawing out a particularly cute shade of pink from Hermione, "and secondly I was actually referring to your lack of team spirit."

"Lack of Team spirit?" Hermione asked very confused.

"Yeah, The Quidditch match today, Gryffindor vs Slytherin. If we don't hurry, we'll miss it. You're coming right?" Harry asked as he guided Hermione down to breakfast with him. She didn't even seem to notice where they were going. She was just happy walking with him.

"Harry you know I'm not into flying on brooms and I'm not comfortable around others." she said shyly not used to admitting the glaring flaw she possessed. Harry had a particular knack at drawing them out.

"True, but even if you're not interested doesn't mean you can't stick by your house. Unlike mine, not all of Gryffindor is overtly against you. The Twin's love you"

"No, they love to tease me." She countered.

"True, but they still love you."

"Harry that's not –" Hermione got out before Harry stopped her by placing his lips next to her ear. Her face flushed and her body became as rigid as Percy Weasley's moral compass.

"Besides I want you to be there rooting for me." He whispered gently into her ear triggering a shiver down her spine. Hermione remained still and quiet, her brain completely shut down unsure as to how to respond to what had just happened.

Harry giggled at her response. Maybe he went too far but let it not be said that Harry Potter wasn't immature for his age or mental age. That was the beauty of the ritual that gave him his additional memories. He gained the memories, experience, and knowledge to bring these peaceful moments. It seemed that he could only feel himself when Hermione was around. Or, more precisely, forget the doubts that haunted him.

She was like a drug. While under its effects he was at peace. After it wore off, he was worse off than before he started.

"So? What do you say?" Harry asked as he continued to play with fire.

"Hermione's words stumbled inelegantly from her mouth. "I-um.. perhaps, I think. Sure..."

"Great." Harry said happily. "Make sure you're there to cheer for your team. There's a surprise I want you there to see."

You're manipulating her, a thought echoed in his mind. No, I'm not, he countered, unsure if it was denial or true.

Harry rushed off before Hermione could gather her thoughts and before his own thoughts could gather.

Hermione was left standing there at the entrance watching him rush off. Her was different from everyone she had ever met. He knew exactly what buttons to push to make her feel both loved and uncomfortably. He pushed her out of her comfort zone and into places she wanted to be but was too uncomfortable to enter on her own. She had a lot of flaws and traits she despised. Yet being around him made he feel okay to express and confront them. That no matter what she was, liked, or… did, he would except her.

Harry Potter was without a doubt the most difficult person she had ever dealt with. He was active, passionate, mysterious, and determined in his studies but unlike herself was open, and never backed down from a challenge. He also wasn't afraid to run away from a threat that could be avoided or was useless. He didn't get into schoolyard fights; he had too much respect for himself and his abilities. Unlike herself who would panic and hesitate he never seemed to do so, always going with the flow and cunningly avoiding danger when doing so.

To her, he wasn't like the other Slytherins. He was Slytherin, cunning, crafty, smart, but there was something else, something the rest didn't have that made him feel more Slytherin then all of them. And it wasn't cruel or coldhearted.

After all, all it took for him to forgive her was a simple apology and thank you. He hadn't even given her a chance to do it properly as she rambled on and on until he stopped her.

She had betrayed their sprouting friendship because he was sorted in Slytherin. She had listened to her fellow Gryffindors. She believed them when they convinced her that he was toying with her on the train, manipulating her for some nefarious reason. She had stared angrily at him, ignored and avoided him, actively turning on him.

And yet despite all that he was the one who ran for her. He was the one who realized she might be in danger. He was the only one who single handedly took on a troll to save her even if it exposed him. She had thought him a cruel person but was really a person who experienced and endured cruelty. He had a secret, and he didn't hesitate to reveal that secret to her to protect her. All that time he was worried about her and when she needed help, he saved her, without hesitation.

He was kind, nice, smart, brave, loyal, gifted, powerful and Hermione was left to wonder over it all. What was so great about her that someone as amazing and nice as him would want to interact with her. A bossy, know-it-all, bookworm like her. And every time that thought popped into her mind, his words from the train explained everything to her. He was with her because she was herself.

Coming down from her emotional high, Hermione made her way after Harry for breakfast when something curious struck her. What did he mean when he said he wanted her at the Quidditch match to root for him? He wasn't in Gryffindor.

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Harry sat in the Gryffindor Quidditch Team's Locker Room, fully dressed and padded for the game. He sat trembling violently, his leg restless and wild. The itch to fly was almost too great. Harry until then would never admit it, but honestly somewhere in his mind, he missed it.

The rush of danger, the adrenaline of flight. The incoming missiles and spells that would ensure instant death. Somewhere deep in his heart, Harry missed the rush of battle. The sting of the flight or fight reflex, and the risk of a single action determining life or death. Harry had lived on battlefields for so long it was now his place of comfort, a reassure and familiar place.

He never realized how much he missed it, and at the same time he hated how much he desired it. Until that moment Quidditch was just a way to fly. Now Harry knew it was more. It was both a form of stress and a relief to enter the pitch. Somehow Harry knew the moment he got out there, the moment the whistle blew, he wouldn't be Harry. He'd be himself. Old or young, Harry potter was a flyer and right now Harry needed that.

Neither confident nor overconfident Harry knew he could win. His body was ready. He had recently become accustomed to the Nimbus. He recalled experiencing flight time and time again; how he danced through war-zones dodging anti-air while laying down explosive fire from above. Quidditch had nothing on that but it was close, and Harry was ready to fly. Unfortunately, the match wasn't.

The rest of the team was watching Harry cautiously. It was unusual for a newbie to be so eager and all their thoughts and imaginations regarding Harry minus the twins swayed towards the nefarious. Wood worked up the courage to ask the reckless question on everyone's mind.

"You okay Harry. You seem eager?" Wood asked, his tone foreshadowing his more sinister worries regarding the new seeker.

Harry looked up still munching on his toast that he pilfered from the Great Hall during his fifteen second visit. For the first time Wood saw eyes reflect a drive to win equal to his own. Those eyes that sought victory and only victory.

Swallowing Harry shook his head. He couldn't blame them for being suspicious. It was out of character. It still did hurt a little, but he understood.

It was their first game and he was a complete unknown for them. They knew his allegiance was to the team, but a speck of doubt always lingered. And Harry acting like he was eager to kill the pitch certainly didn't stem tensions.

"Relax Wood, I said your team will win. Full points lead and all. Actually, when do you want me to catch the snitch?" Harry asked realizing the first game didn't really have a plan.

Wood thought for a moment wonder what to say. Somewhere in the back of his mind he feared that his plan would be transferred to the other team and they would lose. At the same time, he was confused because Harry talked as if he wasn't even going to lose sight of the snitch.

Before he could answer Harry smiled menacingly. "Be as bold and Gryffindor-ish as you want Wood. You name it, you'll get it. All I ask is you let me fly for as long as possible. Seriously, I need, to get off the ground."

At this Fred and George grind madly. Those two were the only ones without any doubt of Harry's intentions. "You heard the kid Wood. He guarantees he'll win us the game." one of the twins said.

"And we've all seen him fly before."

"He's our secret weapon..."

"Time to let him fly..."

"Off go the dogs of War!"

"Off go the dogs of War!"

At this point Wood didn't care which twin was saying what.

The two Twins sing now was just a headache. Thankfully Katie interjected stopping their praise.

"I'm pretty sure its Let loose the dogs of War." she corrected with a similar mirth.

To that the rest of the team joined in, much to woods irritation and amusement. The concern about Harry was gone although wood swore, he recognized Harry's symptoms. Hadn't he witnessed someone similar before on the team show a similar restlessness. What was it he had…" before he could recall the singing distracted him and he finally relented.

"Alright," Wood said taking a deep breath. "Harry, I want you to catch the snitch any time we have a hundred- and forty-point difference. The bigger the point gap the better."

The team shivered slightly at the mad grin on Harry's face. "Roger that" Harry said as his trembling increased. No longer was the desire to fly a mere itch. Harry was now desperate as his magical aura practically radiated out of him in continuous microbursts.

Fred and George were unaware of this change. As the exchanged quips.

"That bold wood."

"Impossible?"

"Likely"

"For Harry?"

"Unlikely."

The twins smiled.

The three chasers however felt a tingle spread through them along with a respective shiver. Wood then realized what the problem was. Standing up rallied them together. There wasn't time to talk about it, it was time for the match. Stepping out Harry slid his hood up so to remain secret until the last moment. As they entered the pitch out a few students strained their heads to catch a glimpse of the mysterious Seeker that was on the Gryffindor Team.

For days students had heard that a new Seeker made it onto the Gryffindor team, yet no one knew who it was. Today Harry was going to reveal that secret in the biggest prank Hogwarts had ever seen.

With his hood charmed to conceal his face and not to fall off, Harry presented himself proudly with the rest of the Gryffindor Team. With his Nimbus 2000 in hand Harry along with the rest of the team took mounted position and waited for the whistle to kick off into the sky.

Madam Hooch, standing in the middle of the field shouted to them, "Now I want a nice clean Game. From all of you." Harry swore her eyes lingered on Marcus Flint for more than the second needed.

No surprise, the fifth year who looked like a human troll was a cheat, a brute, and did a very poor job of hiding it. Just another person responsible for corrupting Slytherin Harry thought to himself. He might have a Slytherin's ambition, but he had none of its cunning and according to the diary he had none the man's love for family either.

With a sharp kick the chest opened and releasing the contained snitch and bludgers. Instantly they zoomed into the sky. With quaffle in hand she held it aloft. With a loud whistle blow Madam Hooch tossed the quaffle into the air. No later than she did so fourteen brooms followed by her own flew into the air, and the game began.

The moment he received the signal Harry shot straight into the air like a rocked at full throttle. Instantly the adrenaline kicked in and relieved him of all his worries. The speed he pulled shocked everyone as he climbed, and climbed, and continued climbing. To anyone looking it seemed like a novice seeker mistake but for Harry it was deliberate.

After two minutes of climbing Harry descended back down to the stadium flying at high speed towards the field. His eyes like an eagle's, no, sharper than that. They were drawn rapiers, focusing in on a precision strike as they sought out the single hint of the objective.

Those eyes that watched bullets soar treated the field like a war zone and instantly Harry saw everything.

As he descended Harry listened to the commentary from Lee Jordan as he went.

"And it seems the Gryffindor's new seeker as regained control over his brooms speed. Good thing too if he want's Gryffindor to win. Johnson catches, passes to Bell, Bell back to Johnson, Johnson shoots, it's a fake out, rebounds to Spinnet, she shoots, she scores. That's another ten points for Gryffindor. What an amazing gal. No longer will she be playing sideline after that performance. I wonder what other performances she can pull?"

"JORDON!"

"Sorry Professor just a little innuendo." Lee Jordon apologized to Professor McGonagall.

"Slytherin's take the quaffle, no Johnson steals – good girl – passes to Spinnet, returns it, passes to Bell fakes out Bletchley, passes to Spinnet, she scores, tens points to Gryffindor! Flint takes the quaffle, swerves pass Johnson, ducks a bludger, kicks Bells broom – Now that's dirty! Sorry Professor – Flint shoots, Wood blocks it, Bell charges down, passes to Jonson, she passes back, got a volley going, Bel shoots, SHE SCORES, ten more points to Gryffindor. Slytherin in possession again, there passing back and forth, Pucey passes to Flint, Flint shoots. Blocked by Wood, what a wonderful block that was."

As the quaffle made its way down the pitch again, Harry made his way over to Wood who had just recovered from using his broomsticks tail end to repel the quaffle.

Fully recovered Harry flew next to Wood. Wood glanced at him in dismay as if asking 'what are you doing?'. Harry moved closer to Wood and whispered into his ear, "Told you we'd win. Caring a Plumpton Pass. Whenever we get the most points, right?"

Flying off Harry left Wood with his jaw hanging. As Wood watched Harry zoom off his shock turned into overwhelming joy. For the briefest of moments, he saw the outline of the moving snitch within Harry's sleeve.

Now it wasn't even a match, it was how many points could they farm out of Slytherin. With the game now won, Harry could play and fly however he wanted without worries.

Harry after passing the 'I won' message to Wood, simply flew around however he felt like as the game progressed. For the most part Harry ignored the other players, dodging bludgers and speeding as fast as possible.

Every so often he would zoom forward in a straight line before swerving as if he spotted then lost the snitch. So accurate was his flying the even Jordon commented on him spotting the snitch only to lose it. This constant report seemed to agitate the opposing team as they become more aggressive in their plays. Harry could only guess that they were worried that he'd soon spot it again and catch it.

Harry didn't care though, he was having too much fun. The snitch was now stuck in his upper sleeve and there was no getting out of there.

While enjoying the moment it was still a game and Harry did want to win too. Flying on its own was good, participating in the chaos was even better.

So, on a few occasions he intervened.

The first intervention he dove in was when Flint had gotten fed up with Wood blocking all his attempts for points. Grabbing one of his beaters bats he swung it an launched a bludger towards and unsuspecting Wood.

Harry saw the sinister frown of Flints toothy sneer. Expecting trouble Harry swooped down and practically jumped off his broom. Dangling from his broom Harry with careful dexterity brought his feet up to meet the bludger.

The instant the bludger met his feel Harry moved back with it slowly applying the breaks to his broom while pumping magic into his legs to reinforce them. Arrested of its forward momentum for but a moment Harry trusting his legs out forced the blunger back and careening into Flints face.

While the Gryffindor's captain lost his jaw, the Slytherin captain lost his jaw and a few teeth as well. Harry watched satisfied as Flint fell to the ground in an unconscious heap. His toothy grin wasn't so toothy anymore. Numerous moans and boos sounded form the Slytherin side of the stadium. Numerous pained groans erupted from everyone else.

As he flew off Harry spotted Hermione in the stands. For a split second he lost his cheer at her disapproving glare, but that changed when he saw the slight smirk near the corner of her lips. His grin grew three times over as he reached cruising speed over the stands. She really was the smartest witch of her age.

The second time Harry jumped in was when the two remaining chasers surrounded Katie and tried to guide her into one of the many towers that held up the stands.

At the time the Slytherin Seeker was on his tail desperate to not let Harry get the snitch before him.

It was just another dogfight.

Performing a picture perfect wantsky faint if only for one small difference, Harry descended. At full speed he guided Terence Higgs into Ardrian Pucey – one of the Slytherin chasers - freeing Katie from their pining formation.

Harry consider the situation.

With two chaser's down and their seeker joining the pilled mess, the Gryffindor team was essentially assured victory. The best part was Flint, the Captain, the only one who could forfeit was knocked out cold.

Harry had to admit. Quidditch was more like dogfighting then he thought. Harry swore if the game got any more dangerous, he'd have a tough time pulling himself out before getting too invested.

Harry pulled back to watch the game play out. No longer needing to fake out another seeker he could calm down before he got too reckless and actually hurt someone, permanently. The game surprisingly did a amazing job of pulling out that one part of him he'd rather keep locked away.

After he had cooled off Harry rejoined the action, swooping down and added his own points to the score by batting the quaffle back through the hoops towards his fellow chasers which resulted in scoring twice.

It also resulted in the first timeout of the match.

Harry was confused by this since Flint was still out, but it turned out the call was made by Madam Hooch.

Apparently, no one knew if there was a rule against a seeker and chaser being within the goalposts and both scoring. No one knew if the play was a foul or not.

The Slytherin's argued that a Seeker couldn't score nor could they score after already scoring a point. The argument however was denied since the rules didn't say it couldn't be done. After all no one had done it before. Normally Seekers were focused on the snitch. Since the play was fair the Gryffindor chasers unknowingly made a new Quidditch tactic. About an hour after the game the Lion's would begin to call the maneuver the Lion's Pride Assault.

A tactful maneuver which had the Chaser score and the Seeker hit back the quaffle through the hoop for 20 points or until the quaffle was recovered by the other team. Since Slytherin only had the keeper and their one chaser that was unlikely.

"Johnson passes to Bell, dodges a bludger, dives, swoops around, Score, wait Seeker smacks it back, another – Spinnet catches throws to Bell, she throws, Bletchley dives to intercept, ten more points for total of seventy – wait, the Seeker kicks. Another ten points. That's eighty points for Gryffindor" Johnson screamed joyfully.

The division in the mood of the crowd was so clear you could cut it. The Gryffindor's where cheering and jumping with smiles threatening to beak their cheeks. The point score was practically divided. Slytherin had not gained a single point. Worse there was nothing the Slytherin team could do to stop it. The Slytherin's seemed to realize this and it reflected in the morbid atmosphere.

With three players down the score shot up to insane levels, the highest Hogwarts had ever seen. The game continued for an hour straight until the Gryffindor Team members starting to show their fatigue.

Wood deciding enough was enough caught Harry's eye. He made the decision to end the match.

Shooting off towards Madam Hooch, Harry revealed the punchline of the whole match just as the Slytherin Seeker began to regain consciousness right after their Captain Flint finally came too.

With a blow of her whistle and a shout of, "Gryffindor wins!", the match was over. The match had ended much to the confusion of everyone present, even his fellow Gryffindor teammates. None of them had seen the only Seeker catch the snitch. In fact, none had seen said snitch for the entire game. As Harry flew around the stadium with the snitch visible in his hand bursts of applause and confusion sounded throughout the stadium.

"I can't believe it! The Gryffindor Seeker has caught the snitch. How did he… wait, in his sleeve? A perfect Plumpton Pass!? When did they have a chance to pull that off?" Jordon cheered listening in as information passed between the Professors.

Landing next to Madam Hooch, Harry watched as the Slytherin Team approached to complain as the moans of loss and cheers of victory echoed around them. Glancing up at Madam Hooch Harry asked from beyond his hood, "Did McGonagall clear everything with you?"

The Professor of Flying gave a quick grin. Harry clearly had earned her respect with regards to his display of flying. The two waited as Madam Hooch met the disgruntled Slytherin's.

"That game was totally rigged.!" one Slytherin shouted.

"The Seeker can't score like a chaser!" another argued.

"Plumpton Pass!? Like hell a novice could pull that off! He must have cheated. Placed the thing in his jumper of something!"

Back and forth Madam Hooch met each complaint with the legal handbook supporting Harry. Finally, the question on everyone's mind came to the forefront.

"Well they must have cheated; their Seeker was too good to be a student. They're even hiding their face. We weren't even given a name, just Gryffindor's Seeker. They must be cheating since they couldn't find a proper replacement."

"I assure you," Harry said stepping up in his own defense, "I am most certainly a student. A first year in fact given permission to join a team and confirmation that I am and was legally allowed to join the Gryffindor Team."

"Then prove it!" Flint demanded.

"If you insist." Harry said as he removed his hood. What the crowd saw was a far cry from what they expected. If jaws had not been dropped before with his flying, his unveiling corrected that failure as many dropped and fumbled their jaws as they hit the floor."

Several Gryffindor's looked livid, and Harry swore he could see smoke streaming out of Malfoy's and Flints ears. His eyes gravitated to Hermione's. Neither shock or amazement lingered in her eyes, rather concern over the fuss around him and Madam Hooch seemed to concern her.

Harry grinned as he spoke loud enough for all on the field to hear. "Funny isn't it. If you had asked and I join your team as a seeker it'd be your victory. Shame too. All I wanted to do was have the freedom to fly. Instead, I had to get into trouble thanks to Malfoy and then go and ask Professor McGonagall if it was against the rules to join another house team. Low and behold, its completely fine to do so according to the rules. Turns out teams aren't house exclusive."

Nearly every reasonably independent and intelligent Slytherin at that moment hated Marcus Flint and Malfoy. Too emotional to notice, they had fallen again for Harry's ploy. While technically not lying, Harry had deliberately worded it so that it was made to sound like the actions of Flint and Draco resulted in them losing. This naturally was despite the fact that Harry never bothered to ask to join and Malfoy - aside from being a git - played no real part in his joining.

Those that heard and where avid supporters of Quidditch, wanted their bodies. Looking over at the Slytherins Harry nudged one of the twins to look at Malfoy. Harry shared a laugh with them. Draco Malfoy, who was bright purple with envy and ire, was completely oblivious and surrounded by several angry Slytherins who had heard Harry on the pitch.

As Harry mounted his broom, he paused right next to Flint for a moment. "You really dropped the Quaffle this time Flint." Harry said with a gentle smile as he flew off. Landing in the Gryffindors cheering box, Harry greeted Hermione and Hagrid who just so happened to be with her. The two greeting him with massive grins.

"So? Surprised?" Harry asked, adrenaline still pumping in his ear.

"Very." Hermione giggled out. "Did you have to be so violent?"

"Maybe… not. You can't say it wasn't entertaining?"

"Watch me." Hermione countered.

"Harry nodded at this. "Okay fine, but you can't say they didn't have it coming."

Hermione sighed. "Honestly." She gave him a massive smile, one he was happy to return.

Holding his hand out her gave her to Snitch that he was still holding. Its goldish silky wings flapped passively within her grip. "Snitch of the game." Harry declared causing her to pinken a little.

"Good show, ya put on 'Arry" Hagrid said beaming. "Quite the shock ya gave us. 'Ever knew other 'ouse members could join Gryffindor team. And dat was some 'mazing flyin to. Had us all on edge several times."

Harry chuckled, "Yeah, I never knew until I asked. Say Hagrid, do yeh mind if I come and visit sometime?"

"Blimey 'Arry o' course yeh can visit."

Harry smile matched Hagrid's in measure. He always did want to personally thank Hagrid for saving him from the Dursely's. He just never had the time to do so. He also wanted to ask about what happened to them after he was recovered.

Hopping back on his broom Harry glided back down to the pitch to rejoin the Gryffindor team. Harry was just in time to hear the tail end of the conversation between his teammates.

"Now I don't care what anyone else says about Potter. If we can keep Harry than by Merlin's bloody beard, we're gonna keep him." Oliver Wood declared. No way after Harry's performance was, he going to lose the best god damn seeker he'd ever seen. Slytherin housed or not.

"Relax Wood, we got it covered..." George replied.

"anyone who tires..."

"will wish they hadn't...

"Messed with us." The twins stated together. Harry wondered if he should keep score of their tennis match conversations. He was already counting Malfoy's 'my daddy' comments.

"I'm more worried about what the other Gryffindors are gonna think about this." Katie wondered aloud.

"We'll deal with it. After that game they should be pretty tame. Now, showers everyone. After that game we all need it." Wood commanded leading them on.

"Um Wood, about that... we... um with our seeker... isn't that a problem?" Spinnet whispered. The who team wide eyed turned in unison at Harry.

"Um... if your referring to dealing with that magic and stress situation, I've already been lectured twice regarding it. Do your thing" Harry muttered shyly.

The twins grinned at each other while Alicia and Angelina shared a look. Making their way to the locker room showers Wood was beginning to grow more and more antsy the closer they got. Apparently, the guy became a mess after games. After working himself up into a frenzy it was no wonder, he became so antsy what with all that built up anxiety he placed on himself.

Katie Bell was also anxious, but Harry knew it was for a different reason then Wood's. What that was he didn't know. Just before reaching the shower room Oliver seemed to finally get over himself and asked Harry the question that had been on his mind.

"Harry, I know you're young and all, but I just need to be certain about... um... what do you know about..."

Harry knew it was coming but still it was annoying all the same.

"The second-floor corridor and the incident regarding the levitation charm in the charms classroom on Halloween; both were a result of my magic being backed up for at least a months' time. Madam Pomfrey and Professor Mcgonagall both informed me about the relationship between magic, puberty, stress, and that I need to be careful regarding high stress and high-tension activities. I know how magic buildup is managed and handled."

Harry's blush was now at maximum capacity on his face. Katie Bell had a blush of her own on her face. Her friends looking at her knowingly.

Fred and George were about to comment of how 'ickle little Harry was so cute' but stopped short when Harry glared at them angrily.

"Call me cute, I dare you."

The twin's blinked at each other before returning back to meet Harry's glare. "And should we dare?" The twins asked in sync.

Angelina crossed her arms, cross with the two twins. "Knock it off you two. He's eleven so of course this is embarrassing for him. He doesn't need your help making it worse."

However, Harry didn't register what Angelina had said. His magic flared in what some would call an aura and he stared daggers at the twins his inner adult taking over.

"Fred, George. You're awesome as hell and amazing beaters to boot, but if you tease me, I'll shove those bats so far up your arses that the next game we play we'll have to use the two of you to repel the bludgers while gripping the handles." Harry declared while his magic flaring violently.

Nearly everyone's eyes shot open at the amazing amount of hostility Harry was emanating. Harry himself was amazed himself. Harry knew he was always grumpy after a major battle but that was war. Who knew Quidditch brought out that same irritability?

Oliver chimed in, quickly attempting to calm the escalating situation. Being a fifth-year student and having been on the Quidditch team for so long, he had seen the symptoms and what to watch out for. It became very clear that Harry's magic was already backed up.

Aggressive responses under stress, increasing use of accidental magic, the uncontrolled explosive release of one's magic, agitation and irritability. Everything that would normally be considered generalized angsty teenage drama if not for the massive atmospheric mood shift and the glow behind Harry's eyes. Harry was easy to identify since he hadn't yet reached the age of angsty teen hormones and was magically powerful.

"That's enough out of you. We don't have all day. Since Harry knows what goes on in the lockers, we'll go about it as usual. If you're good use the showers on the left. If you have to manage your stress, then use the ones on the right."

Harry tore his eyes away from the twins and calmly proceeded to the showers on the left, all the while his magic flowing off of him in palpable waves. Oliver glanced at the girls and could see on their faces how potent his magic was. His stress was agitating them too. While Angelina and Alicia were able to hide their reaction to it, Katie Bell was another story. Wood watched as she rubbed her legs together as she walked and spotted how she twitched every so often as Harry made his way to the showers.

Harry might had been one hell of a Seeker, but it was beginning to look like he might end up being a high maintenance player as well.

While everyone else quietly made their way to the right showers, Oliver was wondering how to deal with his Seeker situation. He clearly needed release, but he couldn't exactly force anyone to aid him, certainly not the boy himself either.

Thankfully for him he didn't have to as he watched Angelina and Alicia pull Katie into a group huddle and whispered something to each other. After about three minutes Katie blushing madly left the shower changing room heading down towards the other showers where Harry was. Armed with only her towel and Gryffindor principles.

Turning to Fred and George he saw them grinning in their usual malicious prankster manner. "You know the rules you two," Oliver chastised, "What happens in the Locker Room stays in the Locker Room."

oOoOoOo

Harry removed his uniform and sweaty cloths. The red and gold trimming robes and padding clung to him passionately and in protest. They were completely drenched by sweat, but that was no surprise.

Riding a broom might not be considered very active task but Harry would call those people idiots.

Keeping a grip on one's broom, maintaining said balance on said broom, and pulling it in the direction you need to go in is not an easy physical feat. Anyone who said Quidditch wasn't very physically taxing clearly never batted away a 149-pound bludger with a drop kick or thrown a bowling ball size quaffle repeatedly through a hoop twenty paces away. The game as fun and passive as it was, was a very exhausting and fatigue inducing game.

It was like playing tennis, shot put, and lifting all in one sport.

Turning on the shower head Harry let the warm water cascade down his body.

He ached all over. Every one of his muscles screamed at him in retaliation for pulling off feats he technically wasn't ready to pull. Even if he was able to properly perform reinforcement magic like he used to be able to do, his body still would barely be holding itself together after enduring the g-forces he placed it under.

His body might remember completing all the stunts he pulled off but he himself wasn't physically ready to pull them off. With his adrenaline rush gone, and the excitement of the game over with his body was in open revolt and Harry was ready to collapse.

The only thing keeping him from collapsing was his own will and the agony he felt as his body protest vocally.

Placing his head against the tiled wall, Harry wondered why the Twin's thoughts agitated him as much as it did. Why was the thought that he was a 'cherry boy' such a trigger?

With Ginny at his side, they were quite active and producing five children well before the war began and Hermione even during her late years was quite willing and eager in his bed or rather outside of it.

And that was another thing. How was it he was able to recall this. Even after that incident, that choice, Harry could remember Ginny and Hermione, the sole memories he possessed of his past before his raise as a Dark Wizard. Even vague and fading they remained within his mind.

Yet as he thought on this, about Ginny and himself, Harry realized a change was happening that wasn't of his doing. His memories were becoming clearer, more pristine.

"Why." He asked himself. Why was he recalling events that he could vague recall more clearly? It shouldn't have been possible and some of them Harry couldn't recall ever being around for. "Why is it only my memories of Ginny?"

As Harry remained still, the water tracing down his taught body lines, continuously pondered and worried. Why was it Ginny and not Hermione? Surely being around Hermione, would memories of her be returning stronger? Why was it Ginny, the young girl who he had yet to see yet, returning in strength to his mind.

Harry paused his thoughts rattled in his head to a standstill.

Ginny.

Up until now Harry had not so much as talked or spoken to the young girl. Again, a flash of memories he thought long forgotten rushed through his mind.

As the thoughts of her flowed to the forefront of his mind his blood rushed to attention. Seeing himself at the ready, Harry in his frustration absentmindedly made a reminder to himself to write to her as soon as possible.

With a hand in travel to distract the root of his frustrations Harry froze in mid motion as the patter of footsteps halted his movements. Behind him, Harry could make out Katie Bell through the steam. She was flush red as she held up her towel loosely around her, just tightly enough to cover herself. A year older then he was, even behind the towel, she was clearly a developing beauty.

Harry just stood petrified with his jaw handing agape. He had not expected the youngest on the team to join him. Harry knew he was the youngest but special circumstances aside she was the youngest on the team, a second year.

In hindsight Harry realized it made sense.

She was a second year. Being the youngest on the team she like him didn't have anyone to manger her frustrations with. But that left Harry wondering why she was behind him, in the showers, with him.

A stupid question really, Harry rationalized. There were only two possible reasons.

"Looking to catch flies Harry?" Katie teased in an attempting to hide her embarrassment. That confirmed which of two possibilities she was there for. Harry smiled gently. Slowly it clicked into place. As the youngest and having only learned the lore at the end of her last year she would be drawn to the younger member that he was. They were similar and unfamiliar with what was expected, something both could appreciate.

Harry doing little better teased back replied, "Maybe. I wasn't expecting these showers to be so attractive. I thought the fun showers where on the right."

Katie's blush deepened at his compliment. At first his display of aggression towards the twins had her worried. She wanted to break the ice carefully and like a kluts approached him from behind and made a stupid joke. What she didn't expect but was relived for was his response that was equally clumsy.

"You think I'm attractive?" she asked. Figuring she might as well go all in or not at all she trudged forward through the steam.

Harry's eyes nearly popped out as she unknowingly loosened the grip of her towel revealing a round and voluptuous mound of flesh. Her perky nipple already at attention.

Harry allowed his eyes to drink in the newly exposed flesh. Her skin was a creamy white, held tought by her developed muscles, her breast now exposed, stayed firmly in place, bouncing slightly with the sway of her steps. Harry felt himself drawn inexplicable towards her gorgeous body. No matter what he did, he couldn't look away, his eyes drawn in to her form.

Her figure could be summarized as bold. Her developing muscles, her reward from constant practicing and effort, cut a proud yet gorgeous outline.

Yet behind that delectable body, Harry could see the subtleties it tried to keep hidden. revealed a hidden subtle vulnerability that she tried to hide.

Harry gulped loudly as he turned away shyly, confused. He felt like he was an outsider in his own body and at the same time was struggling with figuring out if he was a mature adult or growing kid. The fact his body was too young yet responded like he was fulling grown didn't help.

Looking down the fact he was already five inches at attention didn't help him either. When did he gain that? He was bloody eleven. A thousand years or not, physically he shouldn't be able to be this big.

Thankfully the fact he was eleven years old physically and she was thirteen made it easier for Harry to swallow. If they were three years older Harry was sure that he would be rock hard at how pretty and sexy she was despite his age. It was also easier to brush off and accept should he acknowledge himself as being eleven.

Harry tried to suppress the image of a sixteen-year-old Katie Bell that materialized in his head. Despite his chronological age, his experience, rationality, and reasoning, Harry was an adolescent boy in the prime of growth.

Harry found himself corned in between a desire to look at her and running away. Harry was good at avoiding and hiding from certain problems and interactions but being naked in the shower in front of the fit and supple form of Katie, even Harry was helplessly confused and uncertain of what to do. Subconsciously he knew what he wanted to do, and beneath the looming question that haunted him.

Trying to focus on anything else Harry found himself remembering the appearance of the much older Nymphodora Tonks. This didn't nothing to help Harry. Sucking in a sharp breath Harry recalling some of the rumors regarding her. Harry realized that he'd probably be having trouble avoiding certain subjects in the future, just as his he was struggling to avoid them now.

Sucking in a gulp of air, Harry refocused on Katie who was shyly inching closer. If he didn't nothing it would be an insult to her beauty and would be leaving her hung dry, himself too now that he thought about it.

"I'm guessing you're not here to simply shower." Harry asked hesitantly.

She nodded. Her pink blush growing even larger.

"The others are backed up magically right?"

She nodded.

"Are you?"

Katie hesitated, she didn't move. Eventually she shyly nodded the pink inching closer to red.

"Did Oliver or the others put you up to this, or tell you to help me?" Harry asked defensively. An image of Dudley egging students to shun and avoid him flashing in his mind.

"They convinced me too, but I chose to come in here." Katie answered firmly. There was a quiet resolve behind her tone.

As if to reinforce her resolve, she then dropped her towel.

No longer hiding her form, she boldly charged forward. She was close enough through the steam that Harry could make out all of her features.

Harry corrected himself. She wasn't a developing beauty. She was beautiful. Young yes, but she was pretty.

Her long dirty blonde hair was slightly disheveled from flying but it hung loosely over her shoulder. Draped over her shoulders, framing her face, her hair complemented the muscular and pale creamy skin that surrounded it. Blue eyes stared back foggily into reassured green. A slight blush of hope, hesitation and desire lingering behind both.

Her muscular body wasn't very pronounced. Many would say she lacked a girlish figure or the desired hourglass figure, but all Harry could see was the courage in her eyes and the beauty within her.

As his eyes trailed across her skin, he saw a budding woman in the beginning of her youth. Her breasts were cute and perky. They hung tightly to her chest and were rather on the small side. This size however fit well with her figure giving her a very symmetrical and competent appeal.

When she reached out to Harry, he froze up becoming tense. Memories of his childhood flooding and overwhelmed him. Apparently, his magic also responded as Katie could see the reflexive fear shudder and disturb the water and air around him. Droplets quivered momentarily as she reached for him hovering momentarily as if afraid to fall.

"I'm sorry, I guess I'm not all that attractive." She said misunderstanding why he froze as he did.

"No!" Harry shouted on reflex. The false statement to his mind triggering an instinctual response from within. "No, it's not that. You're really pretty Katie. I'm... I'm just... I haven't gotten over it."

Katie looked over him in perplexed. "What do you mean? Over what?" she asked.

This time Harry looked up with uncertainty. He then remembered that his being an Obscurial somehow didn't make it into print. The public still didn't know. Harry wasn't sure what to do then but subconsciously spoke his heart's desire.

"You don't know right? About what happened to me or how I ended up in St. Mongo's this summer." he asked. Subconsciously Harry felt he could trust her like no one else, the feeling was familiar yet felt foreign to him. Still Harry wanted to give her something, a sign of faith like what she showed him moments earlier when she disrobed her towel. For this moment he'd show his Gryffindor's heart.

His response only seemed to make her more confused. Stepping closer to ask something her face shifted from befuddlement to ashen shock. Tears where beginning to fall down her face and Harry asked if he had done something wrong.

She shook her head and merely pointed as she wept harder. Looking down Harry was shocked. As he looked down at himself, he saw what she was pointing at. Him.

It was always a point of mystery for him. How had he gone through years of abuse and never once received a scar. There was never a sign or showing of his turmoil and yet now of all times, all over his body, lacerations, scars, burns, bruises, and rough patches paraded and marred Harry's flesh. As clear and as fresh as if the had been there all along.

Harry paled at the sight of it all. He had always passively ignored the lack of scars to maintain his sanity but now seeing the wounds on his body not only caught him off guard but also dumbfounded as well. Worse for him was the presence of Katie who saw the injuries he possessed.

It was plain to see how much damage there really was. Harry looked like a war-torn torture victim. How had he survived all those years?

Looking up Harry saw Katie on the ground crying, whimpering words of shock and concern. Stepping forward Harry keeled in front of her. He had to do something, anything. As he watched her cry his heart ached and he knew he couldn't leave her saddened. He had already seen so much sadness.

Surprise and shock from someone suddenly having scars was one thing but Harry began to realize that Katie seemed to be having a breakdown of some kind.

She looked like how he felt. On the verge of loosing herself to questions and shock.

"Is it disgusting to look at?" Harry asked in an attempt to calm her and force himself to remain calm. Shaking her head violently she made it quite clear she didn't think them as such.

"How? How did you... when?" she stammered out between whimpers. Harry stared into eyes that seemed to recognize and understand the meaning behind his scars.

"Since I lived with my aunt and uncle. They hated and envied magic, so they took it out on me." Harry said.

"I'm sorry Harry. I'm so sorry." Katie moaned between sobs.

Harry lifted her arms up and rapped his beneath hers, hugging her. Katie froze for a moment before she returned it in kind. Falling into his embrace letting his warmth permeate through her she began to calm down.

"Thanks Katie, but it's not your fault. Besides I'm away from all that now." Harry said with a gentle yet forced smile. Somehow, he wasn't sure it was over yet. He still knew not what became of them.

Pulling away from each other the two frowned at the loss of warmth they produced together. See the look of the other the two laughed lightly at each other's disappointment.

"Is it wrong of me to want to hug you again?" Katie asked boldly.

Harry smiled at her boldness. Despite being clearly uncertain Katie charge ahead proudly. She really deserved to be in Gryffindor.

Not many would be brave enough to ask an abused child if they wanted physical contact or not. Or maybe it was ignorance, or perhaps selfishness that drove her. Most would either hug them out of sympathy or avoid touching them for fear of breaking them. However, Harry could tell she was asking for permission and hopping to share his pain and warmth. It was the look in her eye that told him so.

"I wouldn't mind more hugging, but I'm also will to provide for you as well." Harry said.

Kattie nodded in understanding. The two embraced each other as they stood underneath the hot water. Her body felt soft and smooth to his touch. Even as his body started to itch for more Harry quietly relaxed against it. For the moment he was content. Each of their bodies relaxed into the others embrace.

Harry felt like he was floating on air. It was a gentle and comforting feeling and all around welcoming. Her warmth was comforting, reassuring, and foreign to Harry's mind, yet no unwelcome. Far from it he realized it was something he longed for.

As they hugged Katie shuffled uncomfortable, restlessly.

Looking into Katie's eyes Harry could see the need for relief. They conveyed her need and he knew that she wasn't going to receive the relief she neede from a simple hug.

Stepping back from her Harry took the lead and guided her down until she was sitting on one of the shower benches that lined the inner most part of the open showers. As she sat, she looked at him with confusion and need.

"Thanks for that Katie, I needed that." he said standing back and taking in the sight of her. His eyes raked over her nakedness, a silent eagerness and desire radiating behind them. She shivered up under his gaze. She had never done it before. Anticipation, curiosity, eagerness and fear gripped her as she shivered under his gaze. His hard-emerald green eyes raked over her skin swallowing her modesty whole. She stiffened up and gripped the bench tightly, both fearing and wanting what his eyes promised her.

"Harry what are you–eek!" Katie gasped out in surprise at Harry's sudden touch. His hands held her down on the bench and rubbed her outer thighs gently.

"Harry I'm not sure... I mean, I am, but... you don't have to..." Katie stammered out trying best not panic or moan into his touch. His actions were bold but also passive. His hands partaking while asking for permission. The look in his eyes when he stared into hers was driving Katie's magic, instincts, wants and curiosity wild with desire.

His green eyes never left hers. They stared as if they were to only eyes in the world he could see. Like she was the only thing in his world that mattered.

She was only thirteen, but she knew right now she wanted his touch more than anything. Was she influence by his magic? Probably. Was she influence by her own magic? There was no doubt. Did she care? She didn't. Did she want more? Yes she did. All she wanted now was for him to ignore her and continue enticing her erotic side. She wanted him to introduce her to the world she knew nothing about, to the world of pleasure that she only learned about in passing.

To her great pleasure Harry did just that. Despite her shuffling response Harry traced his fingers up and over her tight thighs, dragging his fingers gingerly over her inner thigh and tracing a teasing finger around her nether lips. Her lips tingled under his menstruations and her clit shivered with anticipation.

She crumbled under his touch, her breath hot and coming out in heavy breaks.

She was feeling it and Harry knew this was what she needed. Harry bent down and planted a kiss along her inner thigh. Katie sucked in a breath at the brief peck. The momentary touch carried with it a spark that flew out through her body. She wanted more. She was afraid of how nice it felt, how much she was giving, and yet she wanted it so much. To know, to feel, to experience it all.

He continued his kisses along her legs adding another and another as he traveled up.

A kiss here, a kiss there, slowly inching upwards jumping from one thigh to the other. The anticipation was driving Katie dizzy with want.

Unable to keep her eyes open she slowly closed them as he inched upward towards the destination. She could feel it more strongly as she closed her eyes.

Her snatch was itching violently now, desperate for his touch. She was wet from the show and now under his touch she was wet and ready inside too. Even if she wasn't her body was ready for his intrusion into her most important place.

Moving her hand, she made to relive her need. The wait was unbearable, and she couldn't wait, but she was unable to as Harry grabbed her wrist. Looking at her with sultry eyes Harry shook his head. "No touching, I'm paying you back and if you do anything –" Harry said braking to lick each digit of her fingers provocatively. " – I'll stop." he teased.

Katie bit her lip but nodded, the provocative act set her imagination running and his promise to tantalizing to ignore.

He returned to her hand, licking around her digits. Harry dragged his tongue, licking each digit with affectionate care. He wrapped his lips around her every finger and sucked on it, eliciting light moans from Katie who was shivering in heaven. She struggled not to move gripping the bench with her hand. She didn't want him to stop and his commanding tone only made her hotter, her pussy wetter.

What she didn't know was Harry wasn't just cuirassing her body. He was carefully altering the flow of magic within her. Carefully applying a combination of circular practice and Acupuncture techniques.

When he finished with her right-hand Harry traced his lips and tongue up her arm before removing his lips form her naked form. He hovered over her chest and briefly stared up into her eyes before reapplying his lip on her left shoulder. For a brief moment he wanted him to suckle on her teat.

Katie arched her head away trying to distance herself from his teasing. her thighs clamping together rubbing in a hopeless attempt to stem the flooding tide from her cunt.

Harry continued unabated as he traced the same path down her left arm. Harry continued to place kisses down her arm until he greeted her left hand. Lifting it up from its death grip with the bench he began to give it his attention.

Katie's mind rolled ceaselessly from his teasing. His magic unknowingly flowing into her and amplifying his touch and her senses. Her mind created a storm of sensations and images of him applying that same touch and love to her wet cunt.

Repeating what he had done to her right hand, Harry sucked each digit before tracing his tongue along each finger. With each second of attention Katie felt her grip on sanity vanish as her imagination grew more vivid and desperate. She needed his touch. She wanted it. It promised a pleasure and joy she never felt before.

He treated her body as if it was a temple and Katie was loving every second of it. Her need however was growing faster and stronger and she desperately wanted it filled. She needed it filled. Her magic was becoming more active as she grew hornier. She couldn't take it anymore. She needed his touch. Not on her hands, arms or shoulders. She needed him to eat out her wet, moist, sticky cunt.

"Please Harry. I need it." Katie whimpered out, his tongue was hitting a sweat spot between her fingers which she imagined was her clit being rolled around by his skilled tongue.

Harry looked up into her closed eyes as she indulged in the pleasure she was feeling, in the images she was making. Harry grinned. She reminded him of Ginny. Like Ginny she was sensitive to his touch and crumbled apart from his fondling like chalk.

She dragged her free hand still wet from his lickings and with her fingers pried open he velvet lips. "Her Harry. I want you to touch me here."

Deciding to land the final blow, Harry dragged his tongue along her arm up to her ear where he nibbled on it drawing a loud and long whimper of pleasure from her lips. He was going to pull her down and down she would fall.

"Please Harry." she begged.

Whispering into her ear Harry asked, "What do you want? Tell me exactly what you want."

Katie bit her lower lip, tempted to answer. Rubbing her legs together to relieve her need she was brought out of her daze when Harry's push her legs apart with his knee.

Harry's form prevented her from moving her legs back. No longer eleven his form was a daunting and commanding force that loomed over her. Unable to relieve the pressure with her creamy thighs she opened up her eyes staring into warm, commanding young eyes. She withered under his gaze her lips trembling for more.

"I want you... my snatch." She muttered.

"You want what?" Harry teased, his voice sensual and hot on her ear.

"My snatch... I want you to touch me there, Harry." She requested, her voice quivering with need.

Harry inched closer sucking on the overly sensitive skin of her ear. He whispered, "Come on, that's not what it's called, nor what you want. Now... tell me what you want." His words played Katie like an instrument along with his magic's assistance. Every syllable drew out her torture and made her putty in her hands.

"Please Harry don't tease me." Katie moaned.

"I won't know what you want if you don't say it. Loud and clearly." Harry said emphasizing the last two words. Katie broke under his teasing.

"My pussy, I want you to touch my soaking wet pussy and make me cum from your touch. I want my first orgasm to be because of you. Fuck me, finger me, anything, just make me cum Harry!" she all but screamed out in need.

Grinning Harry nipped her earlobe before slowly dragging his head down her body.

Katie's breath hitched at his bite. Watching him descend felt like an eternity. His hot breath laced with want, left a map of where he was heading, and Katie's need grew more with her anticipation.

'He's gonna do it, he's going to touch...' Katie thought as she followed his travels with closed eyes.

When Harry's breath reached her lower body, her body froze. He was there, and she dare not look. She needed his touch, but it was too embarrassing to look. She could feel him right there.

Harry Bloody Potter was soaking up her naked body, her pussy with his eyes. She was letting him look at her there. Worse she both wanted and willingly let him.

His breath was hot and rhythmic, burning against her exposed wet pussy. She waited tense with anticipation and when he hadn't move, she opened her eyes to see what was wrong.

The moment she did she was greeted with his own lustful eyes and she let out a shriek, throwing her head back upon meeting his eyes. His lips at that moment sucked down on her crotch. His tongue ravished her insides.

Harry traced his tongue around her folds while sucking on her. The vibrations it instilled tantalizing.

She shuddered violently as a micro orgasm hit her. He legs wiped around his head in an attempt to halt the overzealous attack on her snatch.

Instead she locked his head against her crotch leaving her move, vulnerable to his assault.

It felt so good, too good. The near endless bliss that had been building up was slowly trickling outward. Her toes curled inward as her legs tensed up. It felt too good.

She rolled her head as Harry licked up the outer folds of her pussy treating every inch with care. Purposefully dragging his tongue along ever nerve ending that was exposed.

"Yes! Oh Merlin, Yes! Eat me Harry. Don't stop. More Harry." She cried out.

Harry stopped and moved up abruptly. His fingers jetted into her pussy eliciting a startled and pleasurable screech from Katie. Twirling them around, between her thighs the danced inside her.

Harry's lips a second later made contact with her tit. His lavish tongue danced around his pink nipple as he sucked on it.

Katie gasped and shivered at the twin assault to her senses. She was horny and desperate to come. The young boy was no longer a boy but a man capable of bring her relief. Relief she both wanted and didn't want to come.

"I love it. It feels good. Keeping sucking on – ahh, my tits Harry." She wanted more. She was on the verge of loosing her mind. She always felt herself as being the dominate type, but here she was. Under his submissive touch experiencing on the verge, loving it.

His fingers suddenly trust deeper inside her and his thumb rubbed her clit. Catie gasped at the sudden assault as her poor clit was ruined from above and behind. Her eyes wide with shock. She couldn't tell which she liked more, having he clit assaulted like that, or the fact for the briefest of moments she loved the feeling of his fingers stretching her even wider at the base.

Harry twirled his fingers inside her. With a silent spell of wandless magic, Harry cast a vibration spell on his fingers and her clit. The result was dazzling. Her clit rubbed itself against his thumb and his fingers drove her vagina to spasm.

Her juices splashed around inside her as the seeped out, her eyes rolled up into her head leaving a vacant stare at the sky.

Caught off guard she was left breathless as she was racked with pleasure.

Kaite whimpered and shuddered as her back arched upward. He legs that once clung to his head were not locked around his back vibrating in time with his fingers.

"Harry I'm," she managed to groan out.

"let it come." Harry sweetly coaxed.

His thumb came down and brushed around her clit at the same time he sucked and liked her plump nipple.

The duel assault did it. Katie breathlessly screamed in silence as she came. Her cunt dripping in wetness and glistening from her juices. Her body shook in waves of pleasure ruptured out of her. Harry dragged his fingers out slowly prolonging her orgasmic high.

Katie laid on the bench in a puddle of her own juices, her breathing rugged and irregular. A bright smile plastered on her face. A jolted, a reverberating shock from cumming, hit her and Harry watched as a golden arch formed as she let go of her bladder.

Harry took in the sight and carefully cast a cleaning spell on her. He didn't expect to see a golden shower or perhaps it was a golden finally.

Liftin her still shuddering form Harry brought her down and into his arms. Small as they were, they held strength and warmth within them and as Katie came too, she found herself falling into the embrace.

She felt safe, cared for, and surprisingly loved. It was her first time doing anything remotely like this with another. She always planning for her first time to be with one of the older team members ever since she took that seminar at the end of her first year. Instead she got something she could never replicate with anyone else.

Relaxed in his embrace she was surprised when Harry spoke first.

"I take back what I said. I think we we're both were ready for that." He whispered into her ear.

Katie nodded. She had to agree. She wasn't expecting it for sure, but she most certainly was ready for it. She knew that in the future she would be thirsting for it and at that time she wondered if she be ready for it.

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This is an early release with a modesty of review. I plan to re-post after I review it and edit. Sorry for the delay life happens. Hopefully the old man doesn't need a leg amputation. Please review Smut scene. I would like both the positive and critical feedback. Bland negative's will be ignored. Im tired, night everyone.