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Chapter 13:- Where It All Began

"Take a deep breath, Harry."

A week and a half had passed since Harry was first introduced to the beach on the island. Bella and Harry had followed the same schedule since their first day in the sands together. Instead of being cooped up in their room, they both now spent the majority of their day in front of the vast sea. They woke up at four in the morning and after a small trek through the woods, did their meditation followed by Yoga. After a breakfast, Bella would either show something new to Harry for him to learn or he would practice his previous work while Bella helped him or did something of her own.

It had taken Harry two days to get the art of apparition to perfection while Bella helped him in her own way. She would kiss his cheek once and disappear only to reappear some distance away. Then she would tease him by doing different seductive poses which made him react to her all the more quicker. But she would disappear again before he reached her just to appear at a different spot. His goal was to catch her. THAT took him two days.

Bella then, as promised, taught him to make undetectable portkeys. It was just a simple spell but you had to have an approximate idea of the coordinates of the destination for it to work properly. So, he was given an Atlas and made to learn the locations of various cities and some of the particular places which could be used as hideouts.

On their fifth day, Bella made him revise his first two years charms and first and third years defense books, since Lockhart happened in 2nd year. She wanted to be sure that he was up to date on his previous work before she started with something advanced. The next day, this was repeated with the spell books of the remaining years.

In the meanwhile, they continued their early morning meditation. It seemed to be of no use to Harry at first, since instead of a trance like state which was supposed to happen, Harry usually fell asleep. Bella, however, swatted him whenever he did so, and it was useful, to say the least. Harry finally achieved his meditative state after four days and he was happy to see the radiant smile on Bella's face at his accomplishment.

Bella reintroduced him to Occlumency. She didn't ask him what Snape did, that is "Clear your mind", instead she made him use his meditative state to project his own image into his brain. It took concentration and hard work but he was able to do so on his…twenty ninth try. Bella said it was better than how long she took. Harry was skeptical but appreciative of the gesture, nonetheless.

Bella told Harry that every mind was different and each mind, thus looked different. How it appears differs from person to person and their life experiences. An Occlumence just tries to enter his mind and organize the place as well as he could. The more organized the place is, the better. Then he can put certain protections, so that others cannot reach your memories. That might take certain time depending upon the level of protection you need and your will power.

Thus, when Harry saw the state of his mind, he was boggled. It seemed to be the ground floor of a building of some sort but for the life of him, Harry couldn't remember from where he knew it. What shocked him though was the condition of the building. Every piece of furniture, from the plush sofa set to the chairs and wooden cabinet were lying haphazardly. Pieces of broken glass from the shelves and a fallen chandelier could be seen on the floor. It seemed some fight had taken place in the room of epic proportions. If this was the state of how his brain worked… Then Harry turned.

His heart skipped a bit when he saw the man who was lying on the floor by the stairs. His vacant gaze and the expression of panic forever etched into his face. A face he knew so well. A face he saw every morning.

He didn't dare stop his legs which seemed to posses a mind of their own now. They took him through the staircase, past the body of the sprawled man and towards another bedroom. His arm came up on its own accord to turn the doorknob. He already knew what lied ahead but no amount of preparation could do you any good in some situations.

He saw her near the crib. His crib. A vast portion of the room blown outwards. A smile tugged on her crying face as if she knew that her sacrifice would save her baby. And it did. Mum.

Suddenly, all the air left his lungs.

He was thrown out of his mind by the shock of what he had seen. But the air had not returned to his lungs. He was gasping for air. For life. It seemed as if something was clutching at his throat. He was sure that he would die in that instant when a stream of cold water hit him in the face and freed him of his fit.

A hand was rubbing at his chest while another was resting at his cheek.

"Calm down, Harry. And take a deep breath." He heard Bella's soothing voice and his choked senses finally returned to him.

Bella continued her rubbing while he took deep breaths and tried to think over what he had seen.

"What happened, Harry? What did you see?"

Harry didn't respond for a few minutes. His mouth just couldn't form words. But he finally gathered his courage and said, "My home. The one Volde-Tom attacked."

Bella's expression changed from worry to sadness. She put both of her hands on his cheeks when Harry's eyes moistened and he broke down in her hands. She lifted him up and clutched him to her chest. She made no attempts to stop his tears for she knew they would stop only on their own accord. She just held him in her arms and let him mourn his long dead parents.

He cried and hiccupped and spoke broken sentences in between, "I-I s-s-saw t-their b-b-bod-bod-dies, Bella."

"Mum. Dad."

"He killed them."

"S-She w-was s-s-smiling, Bella. Mum knew s-she w-would s–s-save me."

"They loved me, Bella."

For the first time, Bellatrix Potter realized that her husband was a child. Whatever he said, Harry Potter was a child. A child who was hidden behind the armour of courage and strength but the one who was mourning his parents for the last fifteen years. A child who never left the site where his parents were killed.

A man but still a child.

She let him weep for however long he wished. She let him drown his anguish for she knew he would have to return to that place in his mind someday. This was his battle. He would have to win it and save that broken hidden child.

Harry finally exhausted his tears and his sobs stilled. But he didn't remove himself from Bella's hold. Rather, he tightened his grip on her. He knew he would go insane if he didn't remain in contact with her at this point. He needed her. More than anything in the world at the moment.

Harry pulled back his head from Bella's chest and looked longingly in her violet oceanic eyes. She understood what he wished and gave a tiny shy smile.

Bella took her wand from her side and waved it once as all their clothes vanished in an instant.

She then put both her arms around his neck and pulled him to her. She started on the tears which were still glistening from his eyes. She kissed them away. She traced his tear tracks on his cheeks and kissed them longingly, wishing him to forget his tragic past and make way for a happy future full of love and promises for the both of them. She moved on to his jaw and sucked his upper lip, as Harry let out a sigh.

Harry didn't let her get away from there as he captured both her lips with his own. He kissed her gently, softly at first but it soon grew rough and needy. Bella matched his passion with desire and wrestled his tongue with hers.

They mashed each other into sand and rolled until they became a tangle of hands and legs and reached the utmost shore where the waves now bounced off their bodies and tried to take them away in the depths of the sea. Harry gave a growl and pushed her into the sand. He moved downwards and to her bosom. He kissed and sucked at her breasts making her moan with pleasure. Bella put both her legs around his waist in search of her release when he caressed and stroked them lovingly but he removed them and moved further downwards.

He reached her cunt and licked it hungrily, which made Bella shiver. A wave of ice cold water reached her at the very same moment and she gasped. Harry didn't buzz, though. He gave her another lick. It was a battle between hot and cold and Bella couldn't help but twist. Harry though was undeterred. Instead, he put a hand below her waist and turned her completely. He then started worshipping her back. Harry wasn't prepared to leave out an inch of her skin without giving it proper attention. He squeezed and kissed her butt and rubbed his cheeks against her. When she started squirming a bit tad too much, he had pity on her and he turned her again to face him. She was now fully covered with tiny sand particles sticking to her front and back. As Harry traced a finger from her top to her navel, she felt those particles rubbing her skin. It made her feel edgy. She felt his tongue entering her and Bella moaned loudly. She wanted this feeling to never stop. She encouraged Harry by grasping his hair tightly and pulling him against her. He made it dance inside her with such passion and hunger that Bella came onto the edge of release before he suddenly withdrew.

She felt his tongue against her flesh a second time. He was giving her insides a full massage. Bella moaned and twitched and twisted under his hold but he was relentless. She was brought to her edge again but Harry withdrew this time too.

Bella waited for him to taste her a third time but when it didn't happen, she looked up to see Harry looking down at her with an intensity she hadn't witnessed in him up until this moment. There was no playfulness in his eyes this time. Just a mixture of love, lust and need. He locked their gazes and brought himself directly above her. Then, he lowered himself slowly. Painfully slowly, never taking his eyes off her own. He waited there, inside her, for a couple of minutes without an inch of movement.

He then suddenly moved out and entered her in a single second with a force he had never used before. It didn't hurt her but intensified her pleasure a hundred times. Harry made that single movement his pace and kept pushing inside her. She made unintelligible sounds but was unable to follow even her own voice since it seemed her pleasure had no limit today.

Harry continued his thrusts but lowered his head and captured Bella's lips yet again. Both her arms were pinned to her sides, otherwise she was sure she would have jumped out of her skin at the moment their lips met.

When she thought she couldn't take anymore, Bella finally came with a cry and Harry followed her in a matter of seconds. But he didn't stop kissing her. Her lips held more moisture than the sea at that time, and it seemed Harry was determined to loose himself up in them.

In the end, he collapsed on top of her and rolled to the side. He then put her arms around her and pulled her close and then, on top of himself. All her weight rested on him but he didn't care.

He looked her up in the eyes but refrained from saying anything. He loved those eyes as it seemed they could understand him fully. Those beautiful adoration filled eyes which could see through him his needs before even himself. He finally said, "Thank you, Bella."

She smiled. "I bet I enjoyed it more than you did, love."

Harry chuckled and it seemed a weight had lifted off her shoulders. His smile was far more beautiful than his tears. Bella felt it should never leave that face. "No Bella, but nevertheless, Thank you for that,too."

Bella of course knew, Harry was thanking her for something far deeper than sex at that moment. But for the life of him, he couldn't understand that he mattered to her immensely more than she did to him. Bella could and would do anything for him. To keep him secure, happy, unbroken...

While Harry and Bella were busy with each other, the Sun had given way to the moon as the day changed into night. Along with moonlight, countless twinkling stars appeared which seemed so close but were galaxies away in reality. The winds became colder and the sounds of the waves became louder. Owls started hooting in the forest and the animals returned to their caves after the long day of hunting.

But Harry was unaware of all this. He was just aware of the witch in his arms who was so willingly keeping him safe, giving him protection and most of all, the love he desired all his life. The witch who was crying for his loss and who would go to any lengths to prepare him to face what he must. And Win. She didn't expect him to be a savior nor a hero, just her husband, who would remain with her throughout her life.

At that moment, Harry Potter thanked whichever deity had written his rotten luck with black ink, for giving him his Bella. For this tiny hope of a future with her, he would do anything. He would turn the earth upside down and inside out if took that to never leave her side. He would destroy the mightiest and outwit the cleverest. But he would Win. He would do anything to keep his Bella with him.

"I love you, Bella. I'll always do." He promised her with a short kiss.

Bella didn't reply, just snuggled deeper into him. He could feel her smile against his skin though and that was a sufficient response for one Harry Potter.

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