Malfoy had been surprisingly absent for the last couple of days. Not absent as in not there at all - he would give her a strange look whenever they crossed paths, but he hadn't antagonized her once and she was genuinely worried that he had somehow caught on to what she was doing to him. So worried was she, that she had resolved to cast the counter curse on him if something didn't change by the next day.

So it was that as Harry and an invisible Death took seats at the end of the Gryffindor table for breakfast, they kept a close eye on the great hall entrance for the blonde boy. Harry was nearly done with breakfast by the time he entered, but the second he did, his eyes immediately locked onto her and he froze. After an uncomfortably long few seconds, one of his walking bricks nudged him and he snapped out of whatever trance he was in before hurrying off to his house table.

Surprising Harry, he did exactly what she was doing, and took a seat at the end of his table away from the rest of his peers. That was strange - Draco always wanted to be in the middle, the center of attention. He did seem a little out of it though, with his face beet red and a finger playing with his hair-

"Oh my God!" Harry whispered to her hidden companion. "It's working already!"

Rather than answering with words, for obvious reasons, Death just laid a hand on Harry's thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze of acknowledgment

"Snape is really going to have to pull out all of the stops to ruin my good mood, this morning."

She had said it, and the greasy fucker delivered. She had never gotten any better at potions later in her first life, partly because she didn't have the patience for it and partly because she was always on the move and couldn't spend sometimes months bent over a cauldron, so when she brewed a perfect potion - it may have been a first-year potion but a brew was a brew - she allowed herself a small smile, which Snape had seen.

He at first tried to call her a cheater but that accusation fell flat as she was working a brewing station alone. After that, until class was over he just gave her a sinister grin, and Harry couldn't help but wonder what his game was. At the end of the class, Snape vanished her cauldron and then 'accidentally' knocked her vial off of her table where it shattered on the floor. He took off 'fifteen points for being clumsy in a dangerous environment' and another twenty for not turning in a potion. She was furious, and so was Death.

"Okay, you slimy greaseball; if the purpose of your entire existence is to be a cunt then you may as well go back to playing dress-up with your Death Eater friends, rather than teaching in a school!"

She knew it was a low blow seeing as how he was a spy, but he only became a spy after damning her parents and herself, and being a spy didn't mean you always had to be a prick.

She had never seen somebody go purple in the face so quickly - even Vernon had to work up to it a little more. She could see Snape's jaw clenching and hand twitching near his hip as if he was having to stop himself from drawing his wand. She really wanted him to draw on her. Her wand was already half in her hand, hidden up her sleeve and ready to drop into her grip at a moment's notice.

The room had gone deathly silent and the expression on everybody else's faces might have suggested that they were the ones who opened up on Snape rather than her, though out of the corner of her eye she did notice Malfoy was watching her. He looked conflicted, torn between admiration and horror.

"Headmaster's office. Now." It came out as a whisper, but sharp and clear and full of fury.

Damn it. He didn't draw on her. But now that she was out of there, it meant that she had to deal with a disappointed Dumbledore. Fuck. She should have kept her temper, but she'd already gone through the whole song and dance with Snape before and she'd be damned if she'd do it again, even if it meant upsetting Dumbledore and depending on how this meeting went she very well may upset him more.

It wasn't a long walk before she ended up standing in front of the gargoyle that protects the entrance to the headmaster's office, and the stone guardian let her pass without even being given the password, which was lucky really because she didn't know it. She didn't even get a chance to knock before she was told to enter.

Stepping inside, she could tell that Dumbledore somehow already knew what had taken place in the potions classroom - it was written all over his face if you could look behind the serene expression and glimpse the tension underneath.

"I'm not apologizing," she said, taking a seat in the armchair opposite his desk.

"No, I did not expect you would," the old man said. He didn't follow it up with anything, and he didn't look as if he intended to, either. He was likely waiting for Harry to blow into a rant, as she would have in her last life.

"If he's going to be like that for the next seven years, or even the next day, I'll find another school."

A bluff obviously, kind of. She didn't want to go to another school, but that was mostly because she had her plans to deal with Voldemort. That being said, plans could change and while she may actually be an adult in a child's body, she wasn't going to deal with Snape's treatment of her for any reason.

"I believe you, Harry," Dumbledore nodded at her. "No doubt Beauxbatons would not be averse to educating you if it came down to it."

Sitting there, Harry couldn't tell if Dumbledore was being genuinely accomodating or if he was calling her bluff and humoring her, but with him saying it, maybe Beauxbatons wouldn't be so bad. She would need to brush up on her French, and by that, she meant she would have to learn more than the few words she already knew, but it was an idea.

"Perhaps we should focus on solving the issues of here, though, before focusing on the extremes of having to emigrate a child to attend schooling in the continent?"

"Unless you can get rid of Snape or get me out of his classes, the only way to solve this problem is with the liberal use of cheering charms," Harry snidely remarked. She knew better than to believe anything would get Snape to fuck off and leave her alone. "Or maybe a gag."

"Yes, Severus is a rather dour man," Dumbledore chuckled. And then he sighed.

"He's bitter and pathetic," Harry corrected. "The man gets off on belittling and terrifying children - he's disgusting!"

"He has not had an easy life-"

"A lot of people haven't had an easy life!" The girl interrupted him. She was building up steam again. "What right does that give them to make things harder on everybody else? I didn't exactly live the dream, but I don't attack people for some sick form of satisfaction, and it's made even worse by the fact that he's supposed to be a teacher!"

"Harry - you will keep your voice down, and we will discuss this maturely," he brooked no argument. "I am well aware of Severus' less than ideal handling of his classroom, and until now I did likely tolerate it more than I should have. However, this latest attack of his was too much and was clearly a personal attack. I will speak to him.

"Now in the question of your returning to the potions classroom, I am afraid you must. Hogwarts does not allow the dropping of core subjects in place of self-study until their third year. You will return to the classroom and Severus will ignore you, or he will find a new job."

Harry was shocked and she was sure it showed on her face. She already had a healthy dose of respect for Dumbledore, but it just grew by a huge amount. She never would have dreamed that he would take her criticism of Snape seriously, let alone threaten to fire him if he didn't play nice. She kind of wanted to give the old man a hug, but she wasn't sure how he'd take that.

"Now while you may have been provoked, you did choose to respond and will need punishment. Twenty points from Gryffindor and I believe a night of detention with Hagrid will do. Off you go," he shooed her out of his office with a smile, that she couldn't help returning awkwardly.

Once she was out of the office and past the gargoyle, and back into the corridor, she took a moment to breathe and center herself - that conversation didn't go at all how she had thought it would and the subversion of her expectations had her tense and rattled, regardless of the fact that things more or less went in her favour. She felt a gentle squeeze on her shoulder where Death was giving her silent support.

By the time she made it to her next lesson, word had already spread throughout the school and there wasn't a student to be found who didn't know that Harriet Potter had gone off on Snape. Most seemed to think she was going to be expelled, but when asked she just smiled and denied it. By the end of the day, she just wanted to pull her hair out, and she couldn't wait to retire with Death.

The second she was free and the rest of the day hers, she wasted no time in rushing to the Room of Requirement. As she was stepping through the door, she was already kicking off her shoes and working the buttons on her blouse and by the time she made it to the bedside, where an already naked Death reclined against the pillows, she was down to her knickers.

"Fuck, I need you!" Harry whimpered, and then launched herself at Death.

She really didn't even know what she wanted from her lover, at the moment - she was stressed and she needed to unwind somehow - did she just want to be held and loved, or did she just want that blissful peace that follows an orgasm? She decided, after a short deliberation, that she would let Death lead; she preferred to give the reins over, anyway. With her decision made, she lay on top of Death, head pillowed on her breasts and legs straddling her thighs.

Death, in response, brushed the hair out of Harry's face and leaned down to place a kiss on her forehead and trailed her fingers up and down her spine, and the younger girl couldn't help the shiver that enveloped her body. She moaned in delight when those wandering hands moved down and cupped her bum, massaging into her cheeks. She turned her face up and stretched out to place her lips on Deaths, who immediately took control of the kiss and pressed her tongue into Harry's mouth.

As Harry surrendered and allowed Death to own her body, Death placed her hands on her younger charge's hips and began to thrust up. The action drove Harry wild for the lack of actual contact going on between their pussies, as the position they were in did not allow Harry to sit flush to Death and left a gap between them, where it mattered. At least that was the case - as Harry went to adjust, she felt something that made her smile - Death still had both hands on her hips, but something had just poked her slit.

She had spent the last couple of days thinking hard about what was surely about to happen and had made sure to stretch herself as much as she could with her fingers. Sure, she had always been curious about dick, even if she had zero interest in men, and now she had the chance to experience that interest. On the flip side, the idea of taking one definitely scared her a little, for several reasons. But, this was Death and Death wouldn't hurt her and if she didn't like it then she knew Death would leave the issue be and not make her go through it again.

Harry placed both of her hands on Death's breasts and used them as handles and she pushed down on the dick and ground its length along her slit. With the moment here, she really wanted to just get down to it and take it inside of herself, but she wasn't near wet enough for comfortable penetration.

Death helped her motions as she broke their kiss and threw her head back into the pillows, and moaned in pleasure. As incredible as the grinding felt, it was nearly torture for her as the thought of actually fucking Harry with her new cock hovered in her mind, but with how quick Harry was starting to flow, it wouldn't be much longer. To help along, she pushed Harry back just a little so that rather than her dick laying flat against herself with Harry keeping it pinned down, it was pointing up and the tip was rubbing against the cock virgins clit.

The moment that contact was made, Harry gasped as the bolt of electricity that originated from her clit and spread throughout her body. She grabbed Death's dick, the first she had ever touched that wasn't her own in a previous life and marveled at the feel. It wasn't nearly as big as she had thought, maybe a few inches long and proportionally thin, and it was the strangest mix of hard, but soft and spongy, and there was a droplet of precum beading at the tip of it. A strange fascination and curiosity overtook her, and she couldn't help but wipe it off onto her thumb and bring it to her mouth. It was sweet, which surprised her. She had expected it to taste bad, really, but was pleasantly surprised.

They hadn't spoken a word the whole time they'd been in the room, and they didn't need to. The second Harry looked into Death's eyes, they both knew that she was ready. Harry's raised herself up to a squat above Death's rock hard cock, while Death took herself in hand and aimed for Harry's opening.

She slowly lowered herself down to where she could feel the tip of Death's member pressing into her, and then further, feeling herself open up for the invading flesh. She moaned in pure pleasure at the slight stretching sensation - apparently, her work on opening herself up had borne fruit, as there was only the barest hint of pain to be found, which quickly faded - and felt Death's grip on her hips tighten, in an attempt to restrain herself from slamming Harry down on her length.

She needn't have bothered though as Harry didn't make her wait, continuing to slide down until their hips made contact once again. There was a pleasant fullness to the act, for Harry. It was actually difficult to explain, but she was satisfied in ways she didn't know could be satisfying, and she would definitely be doing this again. Her eyes were locked onto Death's heaving breasts and she couldn't resist laying down on top of her and sucking a pebbled nipple into her mouth as Death held Harry in place and began to slowly withdraw from her, making Harry whine around the nipple in her mouth, which in turn made Death moan from the vibrations that Harry's mouth had generated on her nipple.

Death pushed back into Harry quicker, and then withdrew, and then pushed in, quicker and quicker with every thrust. Harry was so lost in this unfamiliar pleasure that she couldn't focus on what she had been doing to her lover and instead lay nearly insensate, not that Death really minded.

The older of the duo brought one hand up to her mouth and wetted her index finger, before reaching back down and worming her hand between their bodies, and bringing that finger down to lavish attention on Harry's clit which sent that girl bucking on Death's dick. She teased the girl's pleasure button with light touches until less than a minute later her body seized up in orgasm and her sheathe tightened around its invader, but she was so well lubricated that Death had no trouble in continuing her motions.

Harry was babbling now, her body slick with sweat and flushed with desire, and her hair was stuck to her face. The sight of a fucked out Harry was almost more arousing to Death that actually fucking Harry. With no chance of hurting her young love, she decided it was time to finish and returned her grip to Harry's hips, and began picking Harry up and slamming her down in time with her own withdrawals and thrusts. A minute of intense fucking later, and Death groaned and hugged Harry tight to her body as she released herself inside.

The dozed off like that for some time, Death's now soft member still inside of Harry, and when they came back to their senses neither of them seemed in a hurry to change anything, instead just sharing light, loving kisses and caresses.

"That was incredible," Harry whispered, her voice hoarse.

"Mmm, it was," Death agreed. "And now that you know how good it can be, maybe we can try something bigger, next time?"

"Bigger?" Harry asked. "I don't think I can physically handle bigger."

"Of course you can. You just have to want to."

"You've lost me, Death."

"Harry, my love," She began. "We've known that we had a connection from the moment you first stepped into my realm. I believe that our connection goes much deeper than our ties to the After and our shared love. Really, you should be able to do everything that I can."

"Okay, so besides growing a dick - which I will be trying sometime in the future - and turning yourself invisible, what can you actually do?"

"Incorporeal, really. And I don't truly know my own capabilities. I suppose I could probably do whatever I wanted, but I have to figure out how."

"So you could theoretically, if you knew how, just snap Voldemort out of existence?"

"Maybe?" Death laughed. "As sad as it is for a being such as I to say, you know as much as I do."

"That's a shame. I really just kind of want to kill Voldemort now so we can mess around as much as we want," Harry lamented. "I still don't understand why we can't just destroy all of the horcruxes now. Wouldn't he just kinda fade out of existence without them to keep him here?"

"Maybe, Harry. But what if it doesn't? Then he'll know we destroyed his horcruxes."

"Would it matter?" She was exasperated and clearly didn't want to go through with this charade. "I mean, can he even make more?"

"He made Nagini into a horcrux after his resurrection, so yes, he can make at least one more."

Harry was silent. She hated everything about this time-travel bullshit, outside of having Death to keep her company through it. As it sensing Harry's morose attitude, Death pulled Harry up so that her head was pillowed on her shoulder, which of course dislodged Death from Harry's tunnel and made Harry drip semen onto Death. There was a moment of silence before they both broke out into giggles.