Hey everyone,
I don't know how I feel about this. On one hand, STILL NO LEA! On the other, this chapter isn't all that long, I spotted Lea's entrance in the next chapter and I get to fix a few errors. To be honest, I'm hesitating on that whole "Ginny paid Marge to Rape Harry thing." I think I'm going to remove it, because it's becoming a bit of a trope with my stories. Almost every story that covers the damned woman has her do that.
Sorry, not this one,

Venquine1990


Chapter 11
Emotions and Another Dream

6th of August 1995
Grimmauld Place, London
Harry's POV

Ever since Dumbledore started about Lockhart, has that strange, scary vibe that I got off the man come back to haunt me and I work my hardest not to shiver as I think of all the ways Lockhart made me act during his classes, not to mention the many times he had tried to guide me to his classes, taking me apart from my friends or how he always tried to be right next to my side whenever something big happened during the school year.
The arm he would then wrap around my shoulders was usually the worst to make me shiver in his presence, something that also happened during a couple of the times he tried to make me help him in reenactments. And back during that one Dueling lesson, I could have sworn I had seen Lockhart look at me instead of where his wand was lying, which is something I just never understood – until it suddenly hits me like a Bombarda spell.

I jump up, stand behind my seat, put my hand on my chin and start to pace. And while I also try to wipe away the cold sweat of fear that breaks out on my face, do I also make sure to keep my mumbling soft enough even Lupin can't hear me and I whisper: "Lockhart was known for his need for fame and his Memory spells, even if the public didn't know about that until after second. Combine that with those stares."
Instantly my stomach cramps up in fear and I feel myself starting to shake. I faintly notice the others looking at me in growing concern, but ignore this as I try with all my might to check every last of my memories of Second year, in the vain, desperate hope that I won't find any holes in my memory or any memories that are too vague for me to remember clearly, as those I can only define as evidence that Lockhart cursed me.
This thought scares me and I stop pacing, moving myself to the small space between two of the cabinets and pressing my back against the wall as I slide down and put my hands over my head, racking my brain and trying to feel confident as so far my whole memory of that year – from the car to the Basilisk – is intact.
Finding no vague memories or holes of even a single hour, I finally stop trembling and sigh in relief before noticing how everyone is looking at me, my parents, brother, Ron and Hermione with sheer worry and Tonks and Kingsley with a mix of worry and realization that I figured out why I got such a bad vibe around Lockhart. My family is also seated in such a way they can get up and join me the minute I show them I need them to.

Standing up, wiping the dust from my pants and off my shoulders, I walk back out of the small niche and instantly dad is on his feet and in front of me, his hands on my shoulders and his grey-blue eyes staring straight into mine as he asks: "You okay, baby?" I nod, my self-confidence returning to me as I hold onto the realization that my mind is perfectly fine, but then turn to Professor Dumbledore and tell him strongly:
"Sir, you need to gather everyone from my second year together, teachers and students. You need to let a Professional Healer scan them, sir, because I just figured out why I got such a bad vibe off of Lockhart all the time – and it's not a pretty reason." The man seems determined to help me, even though he doesn't seem willing to look me in the eye as he is staring at the space between my dad and me and nods as I say:
"Lockhart is a master of Memory spells. It's only sheer dumb luck and a broken wand that saved our memories – mine and Ron – from being wiped back when we went to save Ginny. But Lockhart did try very often to get me to sit in front of the class, to help me act along in his presentations of what he did in the books and tried walking me to class.
And I know I'm not the only one he treated that way. He did it with any of the girls – and even a few of the boys – that completely bought his fame and good looks. The only thing that makes me relieved about this, is that I just checked my entire memory, sir, and didn't find a single blank spot or vague, indiscernible memory while trying to remember everything that happened that year. Lockhart didn't touch me – but I fear for the others."

Instantly what I'm trying to say – while trying to spare everyone from any vulgar language or too great a shock – seems to come through to everyone and all of the adults turn white, before Bill grabs Ron and pulls him close, while Mr. Weasley does the same with the twins and Hermione seeks comfort with Tonks, who holds her protectively. And it's especially Hermione that worries me as I remember her being one of those girls I just mentioned.
Dad instantly hugs me tight enough I gasp for breath and mum isn't far behind, but seems to understand what dad did as he first loosens dad's grip on me and then hugs me himself, making sure not to hug me as dad did earlier. Still, the worried, loving embraces make me feel all the more relieved that I was untouched.
Hugging them back myself, I whisper: "I'm okay, guys. He didn't touch me and I have no gaps in my memory. Just memories of where he tried to make me reenact his books, where he walked me to class by himself and spoke of himself way too much to focus on anything else and where he tried to let me sit at the front of class.
He never tried anything else and I made sure to stay away from him whenever possible, I swear." And Ron and Hermione nod to amplify my statement, making both men sigh in relief before Ron says: "And we were around Harry all year, Bill, so we didn't get any closer to Lockhart than Harry, don't worry about it."

The man nods, yet then I realize that this isn't entirely true and I look at my best female friend in renewed concern as Dumbledore says: "I think it's safe to say that none of the students here were touched by Gilderoy. Nonetheless will I take my leave now, so I can contact Poppy and send her out to check the rest of the student body. I will see you all tomorrow when we continue the reading." We all nod and the man leaves.

At Hogwarts
Albus' POV

Ronald's words would have reassured me, were it not for the fact that I saw Harry look at Hermione in fright right after. The idea that that monster of a man could have – or even would have tried to – touch any of my students makes me fear for the time I was not there to protect them and I think: "Please, let them have kept a close eye on one another after my leave. I can't bear the thought of any of my students having been – touched like that."
And a shiver runs down my elder spine after I exit the floo, making me shiver in disgust and Fawkes, my loyal Phoenix, is quick to fly off from his pedestal and land on my shoulder, the sound of his song calming my ragged nerves and making me a little more confident that nothing could have happened – before or during my absence.
Knowing I can't take this confidence for granted, as my students need me to stay focused and I remember that look yet again, do I finally reach the Hospital Wing, but feel worried and almost distrustful as I find both Poppy and Severus here, Severus having obviously come back to give Poppy the last of the potions she believes she'll need at the start of next year.

Taking a deep breath and hoping that Severus will take this problem seriously no matter where the source is from, do I walk into the Hospital Wing and Poppy is the first to notice me, while I have no doubt that Severus has already heard me approach, as she asks: "Albus, why are you here? Is there something you need?"
I nod at the woman and say: "Yes Poppy, there is. I need you to do something of truly high importance and I'm afraid it will be a task that will keep you occupied for the rest of summer." The woman seems shocked as cases like this have barely occurred, so barely there were only two other cases like this in the last century.
Severus then turns to me and asks: "Will this job require my services as well, Headmaster?" But I shake my head and say: "Only services you would not be able to perform legally, Severus, seeing how this concerns the entire student body of the 1992-1993 school year." Now I have the attention of them both and I say:

"An utmost reliable source, who has proven to me again and again that his instincts are spot on when it comes to those around him, has told me of something that I should have realized the minute I heard about Gilderoy's expertise with the Memory charm. Sad to say it took me the last two years before this realization hit me."
"What exactly are you talking about, Albus? I don't believe that blubbering fool can oppose any danger to the students, none which they wouldn't instantly report to us, seeing the awful reputation he left upon them." Severus says and I hate myself as I say: "They wouldn't, Severus, if they don't remember it happening."
Now both of them are shocked and Poppy even frightened as I say: "The person who is my source was a student at that time and I am relieved to inform you that that person and some of that person's friends have been proven not to be harmed by Gilderoy in any way as none of them were found with gaps in their memories or vague images. However, with one of the friends, I cannot take that for granted as – she was Petrified."
"Surely you don't think –!" Poppy tries, but I interrupt her and say: "Poppy, search your memory. Are there any holes, even of only a few minutes or an hour." The woman grimaces, but complies. And while I wait with baited breath, do I release it when the woman answers: "No, Albus. The only black spots in my mind are from when I slept. And I cast an alarm charm on my doors every night to make sure something disturbing my patients wakes me.

I do not remember any of that happening even once." I sigh relieved, but do send a quick and furtive look at Severus, who only blinks once as an indication of his acceptance as he says: "I'll go visit the parents of my Snakes. Tell them what I suspect and have them take my Snakes to a Mind Healer, just in case." I nod and say: "Good idea, Severus, if Gilderoy tried anything with those families, it could have disastrous effects on their financial statuses."
The man nods and leaves as Poppy asks: "Should I do the rest with the other Houses, Albus?" But I shake my head and say: "Just inform Filius and make sure you go along with Minerva and him. I don't want this coming out just yet and the Lions and Ravens will most probably be the first to make a drama out of this. And please, make sure you tackle the families of who the children were taken by Gilderoy's fame first, they have the highest chance of being victims."
The woman nods, grabs her equipment together and sends a longing look at her Potions Supply Cabinet before leaving the Hospital. Hoping with all my might and believing that Gilderoy wouldn't have attacked anyone too obvious, I turn to Severus and he mutters: "I'll check her once I have ensured the health of my own." I nod in acceptance and head back to my rooms, ready to prepare myself for the reading of the Future.

Back at London
Moody's POV

That woman is a right menace and her daughter isn't much better. They have been proving Potter and the pictures send from the future right the entire time. Ever since I entered the Black Lord Bedroom has she been trying to talk down on me, beg me and use every other mean, disgusting and demeaning method known to our kind to get me convinced that she was on the path of the Right Life and to let her have her ways.
Yet her ridiculous behavior, her disgusting methods, the fact that she tried to bribe with both money and even her own body – something that almost made me lose my breakfast – and her manipulation of the Black Lord's trust were enough for me not to give in to her constant requests and while it had taken her half an hour to realize this, is she now sitting at the bigger bed in the room, her arms crossed and her lips shut in defiance for the last ten minutes.
I had rolled my good eye at this childish behavior of a woman who is only a few years younger than me. After this I had aimed my wand at Weasley junior as she had obviously tried sneak past me in order to escape me while her mother kept me busy, but had apparently forgotten my ability to use my Fake Eye and to focus on more than one target at a time. I had then sat down on the other bed and that is where I am now.

Like Weasley senior, had I kept my mouth shut, raising my eyebrow at her and aiming my wand at her daughter the few times she again tried to escape and keeping to my spot patiently. I know that the woman might have the patience of someone raising a whole family at the same time, but I have the patience of a hunter hunting prey. And because she had proven herself to have no patience with Fred and George, do I know my patience outweighs hers.
This had been something drilled into me by my own Auror Mentor – who was also James' grandfather only months away from his retirement – during the first months of my own Trainee Program. And I had been sure to follow up with the training program at least once a month, even after I was assigned a new Mentor.
The new Mentor had apparently respected James' grandfather enough to accept this of me, which is only natural as the man held the record of being Auror Mentor for the longest time of all time, but I know that Jefferson Jameston Potter – known by friends as Jeffy J – had asked the man to lend him this one last favor before he retired, even if neither man ever confessed to that and even denied it vehemently when I tried catching them on it.

Safe to say, I have years and years of experience over the woman when it comes to keeping your patience and the woman says: "You can't get me to talk, Alastor. I know what I did was right and –." But, because that is the exact same line that she has been starting all of her other excuses with, do I then decide to just end this annoying rant of hers short and while I wonder when Kreacher will finally work on her, do I say harshly: "We found James."
The woman whitens and stops halfway through her sentence as Ginerva asks: "James? James who?" And I smirk, my good eye still on her mother, who mumbles: "That – that – that's not – not possible." As I turn my magical eye on her and say: "The only James who can actually get – and has already taken back – full rights to keep you and all your plans with Harry from ever coming true. Does that perhaps ring a bell with you?"
"No one has that ability or that right. Harry's an orphan and Black had his rights taken when he was arrested. It's only right our family gets rewarded for –." I interrupt the girl as well as she had tried to reason with me like this after I had proven untouched by her mother's first attempt at a I have my rights for this rant and I say: "Your family will, you won't. Oh, and James Potter, Harry's mum, does have that ability."

The girl is now as white as her mother and says: "He – he – he's dead." But I shake my head, loving this new chance to hopefully get some answers out of these two and say: "Your little mummy believed her plans with Sora would backfire if James died, believed that Harry was evidence of James betraying Sirius by being Lily's son, so she saved his life that night and hid him –." I now switch my gaze on the two and say:
"In your basement." The girl sags down, which is stupid as she wasn't even anywhere near a clean spot of floor and she mutters: "Mum please – please tell me – tell me he's lying." But the woman, who has been muttering the same mantra of this not being possible this entire time only asks: "How?" Her voice void of all the self-confidence and self-centered, arrogance it had the entire time I've been in this room and I smirk as I say:
"Veela dreams. Sirius' to be precise. Didn't expect for Sora and Harry to reunite with their dad to trigger such a little Veela attribute now, did you?" I turn this question to Molly and then turn to Ginerva and say: "Oh, and Harry? He is Sirius' son. He's also an Empathic Veela and we all got a chance to experience him growing into his heritage. We're also all seeing how his Veela is falling head over heels – for the twins."

The girl screams at this and shouts: "NO, HE CAN'T! HE'S MINE! THEY'LL NEVER HAVE HIM! I WON'T ALLOW IT! THE LITTLE SLUT'S MINE!" But these last three words are both a big shock and exactly what I've been waiting for and I furiously ask: "What do you mean, little slut?" And the girl whitens, realizing that her screeching wasn't loud enough for her words to be incoherent and she whispers:
"I – I – I – I didn't –." But then I growl, feeling I have already spent too much time with these self-arrogant wenches and whisper: "Listen up, lady, you and your mother are already in enough trouble some powerful wizard triggered Time Travel just to stop you. I may be here to interrogate you now, but I also know I am not going to be the last to do so. So you better start talking, before I bring back-up up here, understood?"
The girl seems scared by this, mostly because I didn't say who I will bring up, but I already have a perfect idea on who to use as those two have been defying their mother for over a year and still have their eyes set on their own dreams. And because those dreams involve Harry, do I know that the twins are the perfect back-up. "And even if those two don't work, I can always scare the living crap out of these two with that wild, jungle man."
Deciding not to reveal this as I just know it will not impress them at first, let alone make them willing to talk and that if I scare them more I may silence them permanently, do I glare at both of them, my wand now on Molly and my magical Eye flicking over to her while trying to stay focused on the little wench. Finally the girl caves, which I consider a blessing after the last bloody hour or so and with her head down in defeat, does she say:

"Mum's been making small deals with shady Muggles that live in Ottery St. Catchpole and then Obliviating them after they pay her. We've been paying Dursley to rape Harry so he can hide Harry in some disgusting brothel once I've birthed his kids and made it look like some Knockturn Alley wizard killed him. Even the Goblins would believe that and, as so-called loving widow of the Lord of the Potter family, would I get first access to his vaults."
Hearing the girl actually gain confidence as she speaks of her plans and gaining a look on her face that is similar to the one on the picture of her and Potter, do I feel more relieved with my training in patience than I have felt all day and I whisper: "None of that will ever happen. My back-up will never allow it – and neither will Albus, James, Sirius, Sora or Arthur." And with that do I leave 2 very confused wenches in their room.

Yet I know in my heart that my job is far from done and, while trying to use the walk down as a way to calm down my raging temper, do I feel satisfaction win over my anger as I see the bulky man known as Tarzan try to wrench that awful portrait off the wall. However it seems as if Sora was right and the man stops from time to time to press his hands against his ears because of how horribly the woman is screeching at him.
I pass him and decide to pass my anger onto him as a way to motivate him and hopefully give him some new power as I whisper: "Had those wenches had their way, Harry would be lost in a brothel and be raped on a daily basis, with his kids growing up with them and their wicked ways. Perhaps that'll help you, lad." Yet before I whisper this, do I pull the man just far enough away from the portrait that she won't be able to hear me.

And it apparently does as the man lets out an animalistic roar, his fists hitting on his chest in fury, before he grabs the sides of the painting hard enough I see his knuckles turning white as he grunts and growls, his anger obviously feeding his need to pull this horrendous portrait off the wall and making him deaf to the renewed screeching and screaming of the woman. I leave him be, satisfied with my work here.
I then move down into the kitchens and while I really don't like having to report this to such a loving family, do I grunt as I say: "That little wench is really lost to the dark side of her heart. I don't think I've ever met someone so young and still so dark." This worries those around me, but then I notice something and ask: "Where is Albus?" And the adults cringe, Sirius and James holding Harry closer as Arthur says:
"We found out that Gilderoy Lockhart might have used Memory charms on students and that he tried to get a little too close to the students without anyone noticing because he used those rotten Memory charms afterwards." Instantly I realize what the man is hinting at and everything I have learned today, both in the books, upstairs and here in the kitchen catches up with me as I growl: "Is nothing safe in this world anymore?"
Before storming out of the room and out of the house, feeling the wards pass me by before I use my eye to check for watchers, spies and possible intruders. Finding none, I focus my anger on my magic and Apparate away, knowing I have to be alone for the rest of the day if I don't want to scare the others during the reading tomorrow. Yet I don't Apparate home, I Apparate to the Auror training ground, which are thankfully vacant as I get to work.

Sora's POV

I can't say I can blame Moody for his anger as the man had already seemed angry when he walked into the room. But I still feel curious as to why he talked about the young Weasley girl like he did, even with Harry's theory about the Darkness she encountered in her First in mind and I know the Weasley family thinks the same, some parts of them probably hoping that the females in their family can still be saved.
Yet, just the picture where Arthur of the future was forced to see his dearest shed be destroyed by the Heartless, with him watching and with that woman smirking at the sight, while he tried to get comfort out of her heartless body is enough evidence to me that those two have long since lost themselves to the darkness of their hearts. And the pictures of everything else they have been doing, forcing their will on others, doesn't help.
Then suddenly Mr. Weasley, who clearly looks as if he's pulling at straws, asks: "Riku, you said you can enter one's heart and return the darkness in it to Light. Do you think you can try and do that with my wife and daughter? Or maybe even just my little girl?" And the other Weasleys all look hopeful, but I fear for either of the two women finding a way to manipulate the situation to their hand if he tried and say:

"Riku and I were lost to this world due to that woman, Mr. Weasley, and her daughter just managed to make even Moody lose his cool. I may not know him that well, but I do believe that takes effort. So I don't think it's safe to do so unless we have absolute confidence that they are sustained and unable to retaliate in any way or form." Riku nods here with me, making me feel relieved as I feared he would try and she would retaliate like she did years ago.
Shivering at the thought of future Riku meeting Riku of the present, something I know can only have disastrous effects, especially because is currently still in the form of Ansem and in the belief he is nothing but a denizen of the dark in this timeline, do I hear Riku say: "I'll try and see what I can do, but I first want the authorities of this world to hold her under strict guard. If nothing else I will see if I can find some Light left over in their hearts."
Mr. Weasley nods, his eyes tearing up with gratitude over the fact that we are even willing to try this much and Tonks smiles at me as she says: "I'll take them to the Ministry once Harry has had his hearing. Then we can focus on all those that hurt Harry in one go and we can get to the bottom of everything ever done to him." Everyone nods at this and while Harry shivers at first, does he smile at us all with great gratitude.

That night
Sora's POV

I fell asleep only an hour after dinner, which didn't have much eventful stuff, except Hermione trying to explain Ron Muggle things the way my brother did at the first chapter and Dad making sure Harry ate exactly enough to help him grow a healthy stomach. But while Ron interrupting the girl a few times, because she kept using Muggle lingo, resulted in them arguing, was the pillow talk we had half an hour ago definitely wonderful.
Mum and dad had taken dad's old room for themselves, expanding the bed Harry and dad slept on the other night to fit them both and Harry had agreed to share Uncle Regulus' old room with me. The two of us had cuddled up with them for ten minutes, mum telling us all about his first date with dad and Harry telling us about how he had tried to ask Cho Chang to the Yule Ball and how he had ruined the evening for Parvati Patil.
Dad had ordered Harry to write a letter of apology to Parvati the next day, mum telling him that the Patil family was part of something he called the Great Alliance. Harry had felt bad that he hadn't even apologized to the girl, but mum had relented a little, saying he wouldn't have done that either at Harry's age. Dad had then made a loving comment to mum and Harry and I had left them to themselves after that.

We had gone to our own room, which had been my room the night before, but now has two beds instead of one and we had whisper-talked and snickered for a few minutes, simply talking about small things and cracking a few jokes at our friends' expenses before sleep had befallen Harry. And my day had ended brilliantly as I just love how he had sleepily mumbled about his life being the best before he had fallen straight asleep.

I had watched him sleep for a few minutes, wanting to make sure he didn't have any strange nightmares. Then I personally use some of my breathing exercises, that Master Yen Sid taught me to make sure I could use my Manna – and thus my magic spells – for longer periods of time, to get to sleep, but once my mind shuts down, does it seem as if my heart takes over yet again, just like it did the night before with my dream of the beach.
Again my eyes refuse to open, but my ears are much sharper this time and I even feel strange as if I'm not in my regular body. Instead, I feel even smaller than I did after I took the De-Aging Potion and my body also feels different in other ways. Trying to think of reasons why, I suddenly hear a loud animal roaring in the distance and realize I must be dreaming of the Pride Lands, in which I have the body of a small brown lion cub.
Wondering why I would be dreaming of this, I fear that something happened to the Pride Lands after Simba and I defeated the Ghost of Scar and the Gigantic Heartless, but then remember that, in this timeline, that is probably either happening soon or happening now. I hear paws coming my way, while the harsh wind from the side and the hard surface under me tell me I'm in either the Wastelands or the top of Pride Rock.

Then a soft muzzle rubs the tuft of hair I have on top of my head – that I believe will be a full mane of hair if I ever grow up – and the loving voice of my beautiful Riku whispers: "You are just adorable." Instantly I fight to open my eyes as I want to see how Riku looks in this world as we never went back to the Pride Lands after defeating Master Xehanort and winning the War, but lose the fight against the magic of my dream.
I mewl softly, hating how childish and infantile my voice sounds in this world and feel Riku's frame, which seems to be halfway between my length and that of Simba, lie itself against my left side. Riku moves his head from my head to my right side and softly rubbing me there, making me mewl out in pleasure as he hits exactly the same spot as he did last night when we kissed on the beach. And this makes me realize that the two dreams must be connected.

Wondering why I would be dreaming of him again, do I think: "Could my 18 year old spirit have actually caught up with my 15 year old Veela? Could that be why I'm already having Veela Dreams? Could these be the dreams I had all those years ago, but that I can no longer remember? Are they being repeated in my new body?" But then a soft lick at the top of my head takes away all my thoughts as I can only remember how amazing kissing Riku felt.
The rest of the night, I contend myself with lying next to Riku, his frame slightly longer than mine and my head lying on his right front paw, while he softly, gently lies his head over mine. Not caring for the strange change in dreamscape or why I am having Veela dreams early, I only think one thing: "I'm telling dad about my dreams." And yet even that doesn't feel like a priority as I almost don't want to wake up, not from this amazing dream.


Sweet dream, Sora.
Now I know what you're thinking, but I have plans. Harry WILL STILL be a virgin. I decided on this course of action to have it be a bit of payback to Ginny, to portray her as delusional and whatnot. She might think that Harry has been raped, but she also thinks way too low of the Muggles she paid – even if the Dursleys give her all right to with their own disgusting behavior. More information on this will be sure to follow.
This I promise,

Venquine1990