Chapter Three
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Nickname legend
Korakas (Harry) – Quite literally means "Go to the Ravens!" which is similar to "Go to hell!"/ "Go to ruin!" / "Go to hang!". Lovely, isn't it?
Dolos (Fred) – Greek Mythology; Spirit of trickery, cunning deception, craftiness, treachery and guile.
Deimos (George) – Greek Mythology; Spirit of fear, dread and terror.
There will be more that pop up, by the way:
Achos (Neville) – Greek Mythology; One of the three spirits of pain and suffering, being the spirit of trouble and distress.
Ker (Ginny) – This one is a little bit harder to explain then the rest. The Keres were the daughters of Nyx and Erebus and are typically known as female death-spirits and were the sisters of the three goddesses of fate (the Moirai) (though I have generally personified Fate as one being, you all will see them branch into three individual beings), Doom (Moros), Death and Sleep (Thanatos and Hypnos), Strife (Eris), Old Age (Geras), Devine Retribution (Nemesis), Charon (The Ferryman of Hades, brought souls of the newly deceased across Styx and Acheron) and many other personifications that I'm too lazy to even type out. The name Ker means 'Destruction' and she was one of the many sisters of the Keres.
Clotho (The maker of the room) – The first of the three sisters of fate, she spun the thread of life.
Lachesis (Luna) – The second of the three sisters of fate, she measures the threads of life for each person and typically watched as the events each person's life unfolded.
Atropos (Withholding that information from you guys, because I'm evil) – The third and possibly the most infamous of the three daughters of fate, she is the cutter of the life thread, she chooses when and how a person dies and when it is their time to die, she cut the life thread with her shears.
Those are the ones that are going to come up within this fanfiction and the sequel. I'm not sure when the others will come up, but yer…
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After lunch and Remus giving up on merging his wolf with his self. "Only for the moment." He had growled his eyes swirling both amber and their natural honey brown, causing Harry to giggle happily at the man/wolf. He could tell that the man was close. All he needed was a push of anger and he and Moony would finally be one.
Cheered greatly by his godson's happiness, no matter who or what caused it, 'Loyal to my pup to the last.' Sirius picked up the book, flipping through the pages before moaning in defeat. "I got the long chapter." He whined softly, causing Moony to chuckle. Sirius cleared his throat and said, "This chapter is…The Letters from No One."
Severus snorted, "Minerva would probably have a small fit if she heard that. She spends hours signing those bloody things."
Harry quirked his brow, "Oh really?" Severus nodded, rolling his eyes. "How…interesting." He murmured softly.
When he noticed the intense look he was receiving from his godfather, he flapped his hand, a non-committal noise coming from him. Sirius just sighed and began to read, knowing getting information from his pup was like pulling teeth.
The escape of the Brazilian boa constrictor was thankfully completely forgotten by the time he came back from the rest of his school year.
"Oh, that's good." Tonks murmured. She had taken stance as an auror soon after the second chapter had begun. She hadn't been sure why she had been there at first, seeing as she didn't really even know Harry that well, but now…now she knew. She was here as an auror, one that had never been fully on either side, only joining the order for the means of protection. Settling into her chair, she watched everything closely, taking it all into account for later.
But, having not been allowed out of the cupboard until he was sent back, he had missed the opportunity to nick any of the things Dudley had gotten for his birthday.
Harry pouted at that, "Some of it was valuable, too. Like, one of the games, which I don't think I saw once when I had gotten back, was a limited edition, worth a good hundred pounds." He grouched.
Nagini hissed in amusement, :You could always just steal one hundred pounds from them. If they feed a child enough to make him the size of three, that much money would not go amiss, I do not believe.: Harry giggled as Voldemort snickered into his hand.
:Ah, but Nagini. Where would be the fun in that?: Harry asked the snake in a mock pout.
The snake just hissed out a giggle, flicking her tongue against his cheek. Voldemort watched all of this with a slight glee flickering in his eyes.
Harry then turned to Voldemort, curious, "I just have to ask, considering that you've made me and Nagini a horcrux, would there be a need for making or keeping any extras? I mean, say you were to merge your other horcruxes, assuming you have more then the ones we have talked about, of course, with your main soul piece…and then kept either me or Nagini around most, if not all of the time, what would that mean for your power, mental stability and physical characteristics? Because…don't get me wrong, you are powerful in this state, but when we dueled, I felt that there was something lacking…"
"Of course, I really don't care about your physical characteristics, because really, that isn't what makes you interesting, though, I'm not going to lie, when I saw you in your diary in my second year…" Harry made a guttural noise, but continued on, "and even in that state, I could feel that bit of your soul just exuded power. I remember being draw to that power like a moth to a flame, to be embarrassingly honest." Harry said the last part softly, a soft blush tinting his cheeks.
"But really, if you merged all of that power back within yourself, it would make sense that you would regain not only said power, but any and all characteristics you lost when you would split your soul." Voldemort nodded, deep in thought.
"The idea certainly has merit and it would be considerably easier to achieve, not only on my followers, but on myself…" He nodded, more to himself then anything. "I propose we try that first, with one soul piece, of course." He said to Lucius and Severus, who nodded.
In that moment, there was a flash, and resting on the table, atop the stack of books was Ravenclaw's diadem. Voldemort smirked, standing up and walking over to the small crown, stroking it almost fondly. He stood and asked to the room, "I assume you'd be able to bring all of my soul pieces here?" The room hummed an affirmative, letting a black, misty ball gather on the top of the table. It let out a garbled, but deep sound, almost like a humming that shot toward Voldemort, sinking into his chest. He bit his lip to keep from screaming out as pain shot through him.
He heard his bones crunching and shifting, the tendons and muscles surrounding them snapping and tearing, meshing themselves back together. He felt the cartilage on his face shifting as well, forming a new structure.
As quickly as it had started, it was over, leaving a tired and sore Dark Lord sitting in his chair, everyone in the room gaping at him, including his Nagini. "May I ask what you are all staring at?" He asked, noting how foreign his voice sounded to himself.
Ginny regained her wits first. "Well, to be honest…you look…a lot better then you did. Whatever that black mist was…it certainly did some good to you." She giggled, her eyes wide as she stared at the previously snake faced man.
Harry picked his jaw up off of the floor and said, "You have hair…and a nose." He motioned to his own nose dumbly. "You look like you did when I saw you in the diary. To be honest, it's a tad bit disconcerting, if you take your age into consideration. I mean…Merlin…you look almost as young as Neville!" Harry's brow furrowed as he thought, "But that would mean that, even if you destroy the vessel of a horcrux, you couldn't contain the soul piece. It would just be floating around, waiting to join the main core." Voldemort nodded, smirking slightly.
"That is why they are so useful, Potter. I can never die, at least not spiritually." Voldemort then turned his attention back to the diadem. "Now, how do we destroy this? Horcruxes are rather difficult to destroy…" Harry then stood up and walked over to his bag, merely bringing it back with him.
"I'm getting tired of having to walk over there every time I need something." Harry murmured, more to himself and his bag then to anyone else. He flipped it open and started pulling items out, continuing until the bag seemed empty.
Ginny coughed lowly, "Maybe you should tell the people who don't have any idea what is going on just what it is that you're doing?" Harry merely grunted in response before hissing out, :Ostendo sum admiratio vos habitum.:
He then peered around at the people in the room. "I'll be back in a moment. If I'm not…well…Voldemort can come find me." With that, he dropped the back onto the floor and jumped inside of it. Instead of stopping once he had reached the floor, his entire body disappeared, leaving seven dumbfounded adults and one gaping teenager behind.
Ginny checked her nails flippantly after a few minutes, looking thoroughly bored. She stood and walked over to the bag, pulling it open and yelling, "Would you hurry the bloody hell up?" There was a whistling noise that came from the bag before a very odd shaped object flew out and smacked Ginny in the face. She screeched in disgust, barely heard over the roars of laughter of everyone who recognized the object. She toed the offending object back to the bag, where it disappeared.
The girl turned to her seat and stomped over to it, scrubbing her face with her hand as she went. The purebloods (and Voldemort), that weren't friends with Harry, looked mildly confused. Seconds later, the boy in question climbed out of the bag with a self-satisfied smirk on his face.
Draco, unable to curb his curiosity asked, "Just what did you just throw at girl Weasley, Potter?" Both twins snorted in laughter at Draco's name for their sister, while Harry's smirk transformed into a more shit-eating grin.
"We'll talk about it later, Malfoy. Anyway…" He held up a small box, trotting over to Voldemort, setting it down in front of the man, and opening the box slowly. He pulled on a pair of Dragon Hide gloves that were placed on top of all of the items in the box. Slowly, carefully, he withdrew a medium sized basilisk tooth out and tooth the diadem from the man, walking back over to the table, watching as the three other books sank down into the table, he placed the diadem gently onto the table.
Staring around the room, he concentrated on the softly thrumming crown before drawing the fang up and bringing down sharply, stabbing through it, cringing back when an unearthly scream sounded through the room as a black mist billowed out, circling around Harry only for a moment before darting to the Dark Lord.
After the process was finished, Voldemort still twitching slightly from the pain the soul merging had caused, though his face remained stoic, Sirius cleared his throat, "Er, Harry…how exactly did you come across basilisk fangs?" Harry opened his mouth, trying to think of the best way to explain his self.
"Um…you'll find out in my second year, no doubt." Ginny giggled and nodded in agreement as Harry closed the box and carried it back to his seat. He picked up his bag and hissed, :Propinquus vestri specialis.:, placing the items laying around his chair back into his bag.
"Okay, I just have to ask. Why exactly is your bag?" Draco asked, staring at the bag in awe. Harry snorted, shaking his head.
"It's a normal bag. I bought it when I was eleven. Well, actually, Hagrid got me to buy it when I was eleven. After struggling with it for long enough, I got fed up and looked up a way to make it feather light and found other useful things to add to it." He shrugged nonchalantly. "Featherlight charm, then I added a bottomless effect and separated the bottomless part from the regular bag, while keeping it connected to the bag, warding it with a password that only snakes and two people that I know of can say. It took a bit of runic warding and couple potions, but honestly, it was worth it." He ended with a murmur as he pushed the box to the right of his chair.
"If that is all, I'd really like to get back to the book." Harry said, crossing his arms. "We can continue with these subjects after a least this chapter. It really would do well to just list down all of the subjects we will need to talk in length about and do so after the reading of these books." Severus, who had been holding the parchment that had been produced by the room, nodded in agreement and started marking down all of the topics that had been broached in small detail, but not nearly enough for everyone.
"If that is all, I suggest Black continue with the reading." Sirius opened his mouth to make a scathing remark to the potions master, only to close it with a click when he found himself on the end of a sharp glare from his godson. Grumbling under his breath, he raised the book up and began to read again.
By the time the summer holidays had started, Dudley had already broken his new video camera, crashed his remote control airplane, and, first time out on his racing bike, knocked down old Mrs. Figg as she crossed Privet Drive on her crutches.
"That had been insanely funny to watch. It actually happened the day I got back. I thought he had crushed her…I think I actually cracked one of my ribs trying to not laugh. It was the funniest, it's even funnier now, considering that I now know that she has reported everything she saw back to Dumbledore…of which would probably include the time I came to her house with finger shaped bruises on my neck." He snorted softly, shaking his head. "You know, if Dumbledore really wanted me to trust him, he should try doing something that is actually…trustworthy." Voldemort and Severus snorted, knowing exactly what the boy was talking about.
Harry was glad school was over, as he had finally gone through every book in the library, but there was no escaping Dudley's gang, who visited the house every single day and had no such qualms with beating the living shit out of him, if they could catch him. Piers, Dennis, Malcolm, and Gordon-
Harry heard Voldemort tell Severus to write those names down as well. He felt a flutter in his chest that made the corners of his mouth quirk up despite himself, something that didn't go unnoticed by Nagini, who hissed contently, knowing that her master and this hatchling, they would fit perfectly with each other, she could even say that they were made for one another, the way their magic wove together…she knew human emotions were fickle and from what she remembered from the graveyard was that, minus the smell of lust that had permeated from the both of them, there had been a deep anger and sadness that came from the boy, originating from her master. Even now, she could feel the inklings of mistrust and anger the boy felt for the other man, though they seemed to be dwindling into nothingness.
-were all big and stupid, but as Dudley was the biggest and stupidest of the lot, he was the leader.
Sirius paused in his reading to snort. "That is absolute nonsense." Harry nodded in agreement, sighing in mock woe.
He then added his own bit into that. "Really everyone with a brain knows you put the most intelligent, cunning and well…intelligent person as the leader, but alas, Dudley's gang is nothing more then a group of teenagers committing petty crimes and bullying people out of their pocket change." He finished with a shrug.
Sirius scoffed at the fat boy in the book, "I'm at least mostly Gryffindor and I know enough that I made sure James was the leader of the Marauders." Sirius stated sadly. He then looked up to Severus, looking greatly pained. "You know, it probably isn't worth much, but…I am sorry, about the…you know…" He looked contrite for the moment, running his fingers through his shaggy hair. "It really wasn't supposed to end out the way it did, we hadn't known that Moony would do that, he had been pretty tame the few months before that, not even attacking us in human form, but it only takes so much to piss off a wolf, you know? I think Moony was starting to get tired of being on the sidelines…but that is neither here nor there. I just…" He paused for a moment, his shoulders almost sagging before he made a noise of achievement in the back of his throat and drew himself up. Standing up quickly, he made a deep bow to Severus, saying, "I, Sirius Black, last sole heir of the Black line, do hereby apologize to one Severus Snape for the any and all mental and physical harm done by my hand. So mote it be." There was a flash of light between them, signifying the death of a bond built from pain.
Harry smiled happily at his godfather, as well as the shell-shocked potions master. Thinking on it, he also stood, bowing deeply to his professor. "I, Harry James Potter, the sole heir of the Potter, Gryffindor, Prewett and Grindlewald lines, as well as the secondary beneficiary of the Slytherin and Black lines, hereby and hence forth, nullify the life debt placed by one James Potter on the life of Severus Snape, therefor freeing him from any otherworldly duties. So mote it be." There was a secondary, brighter, flash of light and Severus felt a weight being lifted from his shoulders for the first time in years.
Harry sat back down, smiling proudly at his godfather, who gave a small, half-smile back. "Now…as touching as this all is, I think we should get back to the story as well as give the professor a moment to pull himself out of shock." Sirius just giggled, turning to look at Remus, who, while looking almost as shocked at Severus, had a gleam of pride shining in his eyes. Sirius just grinned goofily and turned back to the book, picking up where he had left off.
The rest of them were all quite happy to join in Dudley's favorite sport: Harry Hunting.
Sirius paused to growl, his happy mood diminished slightly from the thought of his pup being brutalized, in any manner.
This was why Harry spent as much time as possible out of the house, usually at the library, or bookstore, (it didn't matter to him, as he used them both the same way)-
Harry giggled at this, remembering how many books he had gathered from the stores over the years, even after being at Hogwarts. "You know, it's more fun to do stuff like that without the aide of magic." He said, a devious grin flitting across his face. "It's a bit of a rush, to know you could possibly be caught doing something illegal." He shrugged, "Maybe that's part of the reason I break so many rules." He gave a half smile, his eyes glinting in a way that scared even Voldemort's followers.
A smirk tugged at Sirius's lips, his pup may not have been raised in the best of conditions, but, by Merlin, he liked the way the boy came out of it with muggle weapons blaring.
-or wandering around and thinking about the end of the holidays, where he could see a tiny ray of hope. When September came, Dudley would be going off to secondary school, meaning there was a small possibility that he wouldn't be able to take off on his birthday. Dudley had been accepted at Uncle Vernon's old private school, Smeltings. Piers Polkiss was going there too.
Sirius paused, opening his mouth to ask, but Harry beat him to the answer, "The terms of acceptance have nothing to do with ability. Only if the parents can pay for the child to go through school, bribery also helps and if one of the parents went there before the child, as well as how notorious the parent was when he or she was attending." He said lazily, suddenly standing up.
Walls shot up around him, startling half of the people in the room. Ginny rolled her eyes, looking over at Neville, whose shoulders were shaking in amusement. She peered over at Voldemort, who was looking at her skeptically. She just shrugged and said, "You get used to it, really. There have been moments when I have been talking to him, while focusing on something else, even if it's for just that moment, I'll look back to where he was and he'll have just disappeared. His…er…his social skills are not quite up to par." Neville snorted, mumbling something that sounded like 'understatement'.
A few minutes later, the walls came down, showing that Harry was already sitting back down in his chair, having changed out of his school clothes to a pair of loose fitting black muggle jeans and a green T-Shirt that had 'I'm here because you broke something' written across it in bold letters, under that was a thick striped grey and black long sleeved shirt. He kicked his feet up over the one of the arms of the chair, showing a pair of black canvas shoes, covered in spikes. On his right wrist, which was currently stretched up over his head, his other hand splayed out on his stomach. He sighed happily, snuggling further into his chair.
"Are you ready, then?" Neville asked, to which Harry nodded, giggling softly. "Right then, Sirius, if you would." He said, turning to Sirius with his brow quirked. Sirius stared at him for a moment, before shivering.
"You are almost as scary as Harry." He muttered, before turning back to the book, ignoring the snickers coming from the two boys he was talking about.
Harry, on the other hand, was going back to St. Brutus's. Dudley thought this was very funny.
Harry snorted. "That's because I told them they beat the kids there. They didn't. I mean, some, the rookies, would try, but really, most of the kids there were going to be put away for life after they were old enough to go, so, while there were rules there, the children didn't actually follow them." He blinked, remembering something, "there were a lot of older kids that seemed to think that the desks were a great place to have sex, especially when the teacher was trying to teach. You ended up being able to just ignore things like that." He shrugged, giggling softly.
Sirius stared at his godson for a full minute, gaping a little, before slowly turning back to the book.
"They stuff people's heads down the toilet the first day at Smelting's," he told Harry. "Want to come upstairs and practice?"
"No, thanks," said Harry. "The poor toilet's never had anything as horrible as your head down it - it might be sick." Then he ran, before Dudley could work out what he'd said.
Harry snickered quietly. "Mr. Potter, that was undoubtedly Slytherin." Lucius murmured softly, still attempting to process everything the boy had seen in his young life, Harry just smirked to the older man, but said nothing.
Ginny made a tsking noise and said, "That was a very lame joke, funny, but lame nonetheless." Harry just rolled his eyes, quirking his brow at Ginny. "Oh, and your jokes at the age of eleven were much better, right?" Ginny flushed, but sat back in her chair, grumbling to herself.
The best part of the summer so far had been when he had gotten Polkiss back for ratting him out at the zoo, though he most likely added to it for all the times the boy had made sure Dudley cracked a rib while they were playing their usual game.
Harry grinned and leaned in, wondering what they would think of this. Sirius noticed out of the corner of his eye and started reading louder, making sure everyone was paying attention. People around the room started noticing how excited Harry was getting and also leaned in, listening intently to this bit of the story.
He had been quite proud his achievement, if he was to be honest, calling in his friend for help, the moment he had seen the boy, he knew he was going to need to cause him some pain. Sneaking out of number four that night, he crept over to Polkiss house, mentally thanking Gizmo for probably the millionth time for teaching him how to pick locks,
"What! We didn't learn how to pick locks-"
"-until the summer before our third year!"
"Harry, you should have-"
"-taught us this wonderful skill."
The twins said, pouting slightly, to which Harry just stared at amusedly. "Oh, but, where is the fun in that? Besides, in a sense, I did teach you. I did it in front of both of you at least fifty times during the first school year. I assume you both watched me, and then took time reciprocating my actions until you figured it out on your own. That is how I learned, that is how I teach." He finished with a shrug, waving for Sirius to continue reading.
-slinking through the halls of the uniform house, he twitched with the need to ruin it. Picking out a vent in the dark,
"That's how muggles circulate air through their house, it's like continuous heating or cooling charms." Harry explained before Draco could ask.
-he relieved himself into it, snickering quietly.
Outside of the book, Harry was also snickering. "You see, the thing with vents, at least in muggle homes, is that it is almost impossible to clean them, or pinpoint where the smell is coming from and piss, if left for more then a few hours, smells really awful."
Sirius laughed uproariously, "How long did they have to deal with that?" He asked. Harry grinned, drawing himself up proudly.
"From what I know, they spent about five months trying to just ignore the smell before they decided to call a technician, but by then, the smell had already seeped so deeply into the walls that no amount of cleaning was going to get it out for good, they just had to let it air out. So far, it still smells minutely like piss, but no where near as strong as it was the summer before my fourth year." He smirked, then sunk back into the cushion, saying, "Really, though, the whole peeing in the vents thing was nothing compared to what happens next."
Taking the hint and noting that Narcissa looked slightly green, Sirius brought the book back up and continued.
He was soon finished and continuing on his way to the room built for children, he stopped for a moment in front of the parents' room, hearing sounds of sex coming from behind the door. He pulled a disgusted face, having just read about how men have sex with women. It did seem rather disgusting, if he was to be completely honest.
Neville and the twins cried out a 'Hear, hear!' while Ginny looked slightly put out, but mostly amused, as if remembering something hilarious when Harry said, "I still think it's disgusting," much to the surprise of the Slytherins. Thinking the Boy Who Lived was even bisexual was a shock and now…they weren't really sure what to do with this current information. On top of that, anyone from the Weasley or Longbottom family being remotely homosexual was a huge shock, as they were both families of rather ridiculous standards. So, instead of commenting, they just stayed silent, though Severus, Draco and Voldemort were all staring at their own prize, a rather odd notion for Draco indeed.
Shaking his head, he continued on, his lip curled slightly. Finally coming to the door in question, he silently turned the knob, asking his friend if he could make this individual room silent, after he had entered the room and closed the door. There was a minute of nothing before he got a hum of affirmation from his friend. Nodding to himself, he could feel the dark mass thrumming in excitement under his skin, knowing exactly what it was about to do.
The entire room was now silent, everyone peering from the book to Harry, who was grinning an almost maniacal grin. The glint in his eyes put everyone on the edge of their seats.
In a moment, he was standing over the fat boy, who was asleep in his bed and shook him awake roughly. "Wakey, wakey, Polkiss." He crooned to the boy, jolting him awake. "Po'er?" The boy mumbled, half asleep still. In turn, Harry grinned widely, nodding.
"Hello, Polkiss, dear. You remember snitching to my relatives about me talking to that snake in the zoo?" The boy nodded slowly, turning slightly paler then normal. Harry leaned in closer to the boy, murmuring into his ear, "You know what they do to snitches at my school, Polkiss?" The boy shook his head quickly, whimpering softly, staring wide-eyed up at Harry.
"Oh, you don't? Well, you see, it stands as a rule that all snitches get punished. Especially those who snitch about something that is none." He punctuated the word by punching the boy roughly in the stomach, causing him to cry out. "Of their bloody business!" The last bit came out as more of a snarl, before he took a deep breath, his grin still stretched across his face.
Leaning even closer to the boy, he wiped the grin off his face, a more dangerously seductive look coming across it, "Many of the boys there will force sexual favors from the snitch, usually 'forgetting' to prepare said boy properly, I myself was on the, literal and figurative, ass end of a fair few of these punishments before I learned." His voice came out as a purr as he ran a finger along the line of the boy's jaw.
Sirius paused and took a deep, admittedly shaky, breath. "You were raped by a student at that school?"
Harry made a soft uncommitted noise, "It's not pretty, but you really can't expect the kids there to learn their lesson from being beat physically, can you? Many of the kids there come from an abusive home life. Violence does nothing to them, except excite a few. You have to do something that makes a lasting impression or they continue to do it over and over again."
No one dared asked if he himself had ever run one of these punishments, hoping that this punishment wasn't either.
By now, the boy was shaking so hard that his bed was squeaking and groaning in protest. He chuckled darkly, drawing that much closer to the frightened boy, "But…I've found such methods to be barbaric. I have a much more suitable method." He murmured lowly, shoving his hand into his large pants pocket and digging around. Soon, he pulled out a lollipop. He had lifted a large bag of them earlier in the week, using half of it to bribe Dudley to clean his pigsty of a room, so he wouldn't have to deal with it as a chore.
He unwrapped it slowly, taking extreme pleasure in the boy's confused look. He paused only for a moment before pushing the lollipop to the boy's lips and growling, "Eat it or I might change my mind about your punishment." Polkiss didn't need more encouragement, taking the lollipop into his mouth and sucking on it. Harry pulled his hand back and stepped away, grinning happily.
After only a moment, the fatter boy started to pull the lollipop out to ask how this could be a punishment, when Harry pushed his friend into the other boy, forcing the mass to run through his veins. As soon as he had spread it evenly throughout the boy, he focused on giving him as much pain as humanly possible without driving him over the edge.
He spent the next five minutes watching Polkiss writhe in pain, screams being pushed out from between his lips. Tears were streaming down the boy's face as he clawed at himself, trying to find the source of the pain and tear it out. Harry grinned, knowing he would never find it, the next morning, he would think it was the lolli that did it, it being poisoned.
No one in the room seemed to breath for a few moments, besides Harry, who was chuckling lowly to himself. "Before you ask, that wasn't a wandless Crucio. It…I don't know how to explain it, it'd be easier to just use it on one of you, so you can explain how it feels. He then pulled the box up onto his lap, pulling the lid off. He began to dig around, humming softly. After a moment, he stilled and pulled out a small vial. "What is that, Mr. Potter?" Severus asked, his eyebrows in his hairline. Harry bit his lip and said, "It's nothing, at least to the wizarding world. It's the potion to counter the effects of what my…spell…does. Can't really have a potion for a spell that doesn't actually exist." He shrugged.
"So…" He began again, standing up slowly. "Who wants to do this, I'm not going to be doing it to any of the Gryffindors, because, besides Tonks, every Gryffindor in here has either knowingly or unknowingly been a test subject…" Harry coughed nervously when Remus stared at him, unamused. He held up his hands in defeat. "Would you rather I give people a potion that wasn't tested? If it helps, you were the last person that was used as a test subject…" He said weakly, smiling to the still merging wolf.
Remus stared at his cub for a moment longer, before he rolled his eyes and grinned, growling lightly. Harry took notice of the lengthened canines. Harry tilted his head slightly and then said, "Hey Moony. Welcome to the land of coexistence." The wolf howled happily causing Harry to giggle.
"Anyway…which of you is going to be the willing test subject? I'd say the choice is between you, Professor Snape and you, Mr. Malfoy." He murmured, stepping up in front of Voldemort, who was between the two men. "No offence, but it'd be really odd to see a dark lord writhing in pain." Harry giggled nervously. Ginny merely snorted.
"Oh, it has nothing to do with you not wanted to see him in any kind of distress at all, then? Oh, none at all." She said sardonically as the other Gryffindors snickered at the quickly reddening Harry. "Piss off, wankers." He mumbled before turning his back to them, ignoring their laughter, as well as the look on Voldemort's face, which seemed to be a mix between shocked, amused and pleased.
He turned to Snape, who rolled his eyes and stood. He looked back and grinned at Neville when he heard the whimper. He stared at the other man casually, pushing his magic out to engulf his potions professor, evading the foreign magic, he got his own to thrum through the man's veins. Severus shivered at the feeling of the foreign magic. "Okay, starting in 3…2…1." On the one, Severus keeled over with a loud yell, twisting and writhing on the floor, scratching at himself. Harry kept him under for a little less then a minute, before lifting the spell and pulling his magic back inside of himself.
He quickly went over to him and forced the potion down his throat, watching out for the still jerking limbs. Soon, Severus's breathing had calmed and he stood slowly. "That was…so much worse then the Crucio. It felt like I was being torn apart, a hot poker being place in each new wound. It was…you created that when you were ten?" He finished with a question, not quite sure how to explain how it had felt. He shook himself and sat down in his chair, watching as Harry walked back to his own chair.
"No. As the past me said, I found the normal way of punishment barbaric, so I merely made myself a new way. I had perfected it by the time I was eight, if you really want to know." He murmured with a shrug. "I wanted to make something that made people feel like they were being torn apart, put back together and torn apart again all at the same time and so, that is what I got. He finished his explanation with a shrug.
Sirius, who had stayed silent for this exchange cleared his throat, pulling the attention back to him. "If I may? He murmured. There was a wave of nods as Severus wrote another subject they would need to talk about at the end of the reading.
He had spent the next ten minutes warning the other boy about telling this to anyone, because he really should learn how to keep his mouth shut. He was soon out of the house, leaving little trace to even prove he had been there in the first place.
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No one seemed to be able to think of a decent comment for that, besides a playful growl from Remus and a scattering of snickers. "It really is rather useful, that." Harry said, stretching even further into his chair, "To this day, that dumbfuck is too scared to tell anyone about anything." He shrugged, waving Sirius to continue on.
One day in July, Aunt Petunia took Dudley to London to buy his Smeltings uniform, leaving Harry at Mrs. Figg's. Mrs. Figg wasn't as bad as usual. It turned out she'd broken her leg tripping over one of her cats, and she didn't seem quite as fond of them as before.
"Which really, that is a small miracle in and of itself. I've seen that woman share a candlelit tin of cat food with one of her kneazles. If you think you've seen scary, just spend a day in her house, you'll have nightmares for months." Harry murmured with a shiver, all of the order members nodding in agreement.
She let Harry watch television and gave him a bit of chocolate cake that tasted as though she'd had it for several years.
Harry coughed and said, "She had. No one ever came by and that cake was for guests only, apparently. She was rather stubborn about throwing food away. She had always said that if you could still taste what the object of food was originally, then it was safe to eat." He gave an involuntary shudder, thinking about all of the times she had tried to feed him macaroni and cheese, along with every time he had declined said food after noticing hints of green that were definitely NOT herbs.
Other people in the room looked slightly green at that, Draco even having to stand up, after fighting his way out of the twins' arms, to retch in a corner. The room cleared up the mess as he walked back, shakily sitting down in his chair, before tasting his mouth and pulling a face. Harry just rolled his eyes and flicked his hand at the boy, smirking when he jumped from his mouth becoming instantly clean.
That evening, Dudley paraded around the living room for the family in his brand-new uniform.
"Oh goodness. Prepare yourselves, I feel a description of his uniform coming." Harry murmured, giggling. Those uniforms really were atrocious.
Smeltings boys wore maroon tailcoats, orange knickerbockers, and flat straw hats called boaters.
Harry watched in amusement as every person in the room shuddered in horror before Sirius, who had been clutching the book for dear life, finally keeled over and howled in laughter, clutching his best friend, who looked intensely pleased with the situation at hand. Harry smirked at the werewolf, who flushed, but just continued to let Sirius ('MATEMATEMATE') lean against him, even after the man had stopped laughing. Harry sighed as he watched the two chairs merged, creating a comfortable looking couch.
Every couple in the room that was sitting together seemed to be sitting on rather plush looking couches. "I want a couch." He whined contritely, pouting when the room seemed to laugh at him. A letter appeared on his chest, which he picked up and read quickly.
When you sit with your one, child, you will get a couch.
"That's the big secret to getting a couch?" He asked the parchment amusedly, getting a laughing affirmative in response. He peeked over at Voldemort, who was speaking lowly to Severus, randomly running his hands through the hair he had just obtained at odd intervals. He hoped, though this had nothing to do with the couch, that he would have him soon.
"Don't worry, Korakas." Luna said from across the room, stalling all side conversations for the moment. "It shall happen soon enough. You have been waiting for such a long time, I know you're ready, but you'll just have to sit back and wait." Harry nodded solemnly, reading between the lines and knowing Luna was telling him he would just need to wait for the man to approach him. "Okay Lachesis…" Luna smiled serenely, while Harry noticed that Voldemort had stilled, staring at the girl. "Lachesis…I've heard that name before…it has to do with the fates." He narrowed his eyes at the girl, who stared back at him, her serene smile still on her face.
Nodding minutely, the girl then looked to Sirius who was calming down and stared at him. Harry giggled and turned his head back to stare at Sirius as well. "Are you going to continue reading now?" He asked, staring even harder at the man, who nodded quickly his eyes wide.
They also carried knobbly sticks, used for hitting each other while the teachers weren't looking. This was supposed to be good training for later life.
"Which I stole the summer after my second year. They had to buy a new one, because every time they tried to touch it, it would come to life and beat the shit out of them." Harry said, grinning widely. Sirius just snorted and shook his head, continuing in his reading.
As he looked at Dudley in his new knickerbockers, Uncle Vernon said gruffly that it was the proudest moment of his life. Aunt Petunia burst into tears and said she couldn't believe it was her Ickle Dudleykins,
Sirius had to pause for a moment to collect himself, his voice still shaking with laughter as he plowed through the rest of the paragraph.
-he looked so handsome and grown-up. Harry didn't trust himself to speak. He thought two of his ribs might already have cracked from trying not to laugh. He ended up losing the battle and burst out laughing, much to the chagrin of his relatives.
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"TIME BREAK." Sirius cried, before reading on, his eyes glinting at knowing he probably confused more then one person with that. Harry snorted, shaking his head.
There was a horrible smell in the kitchen the next morning when Harry went in for breakfast. It seemed to be coming from a large metal tub in the sink. He went to have a look. The tub was full of what looked like dirty rags swimming in gray water.
Harry shuddered, remembering this bit. That uniform was…awful. He was infinitely glad he hadn't had to wear it.
"What's this?" he asked Aunt Petunia. Her lips tightened as they always did if he dared to ask a question, which he usually did now, just to piss them off.
"Your new school uniform," she said. St. Brutus's had started mandating a uniform, saying that the children may think twice about doing a crime when they were wearing this.
Harry giggled at all of the appalled faces. "Lets put it this way, even in the wizarding world, there are people who are not the brightest in any sense. The same goes for the muggle world, except…I'm starting to think that even the dumbest person in our world is smarter then the dumbest person in the muggle world." Neville snorted, while the twins said, "Oh, I don't know. Crabbe and Goyle seem to be about as smart as bricks."
Harry made a noise of acceptance. "Yes, well, there are exceptions to every rule. Me thinks there has been a tad too much inbreeding in both of those lines for it to be deemed healthy." Draco snorted, clapping his hands over his mouth. Harry grinned, remembering what Draco had said to them in his second year while he and dumb Weasley had been in the Slytherin Common Room.
Harry looked in the bowl again.
"Oh," he said, "I didn't realize it had to be so wet."
"Mr. Potter. Please tell me how you managed to end up in Gryffindor." Harry shrugged to Severus's statement/question and said, "You'll find out soon enough."
"Don't be stupid," snapped Aunt Petunia. "I'm dyeing some of Dudley's old things gray for you. It'll look just like everyone else's when I've finished."
"Because, really, paying five whole pounds for a uniform that fit was just too much." Harry said blandly, sneering at the memory.
Harry seriously doubted this, but thought it best not to argue. He sat down at the table and tried not to think about how he was going to look on his first day back at his school, like he was wearing bits of old elephant skin, probably.
"I actually had tried it on after it had been finished, because Petunia had told me to and that is exactly what it had looked like." Harry murmured in disgust.
Dudley and Uncle Vernon came in, both with wrinkled noses because of the smell from Harry's new uniform. Uncle Vernon opened his newspaper as usual and Dudley banged his Smelting stick, which he carried everywhere, even to the showers, which was something Harry did not want to even think about, on the table.
Sirius paused, "You know, I'm glad I won't have to give you 'the talk' or anything, but really, weren't you a bit too young to have known about sex?" Harry thought about it for a moment before shaking his head, "No, I believe people should tell any child in their care about what goes on in the world, in a way, I think coddling your child and not telling them anything of the outside world is a form of neglect." He tilted his head to the side before continuing. "If they are raised not knowing that something like that is normal, well maybe not entirely normal, given the circumstances, but normal, nonetheless, when they find out about it, usually on their own and from personal experience, it would end up being a traumatic experience."
Harry paused, his brows furrowed in thought, "For instance, a girl is never told that, if she is a virgin, her first time has the possibility of being painful, because of the hymen…she will go and have sex and because of the lack of knowledge will always connect sex with pain." He shrugged again, rolling his shoulders. "But that isn't a discussion for right now, I don't think." He said dryly.
They heard the click of the mail slot and flop of letters on the doormat.
"Get the mail, Dudley," said Uncle Vernon from behind his paper.
Harry saw the shocked looks from his friends' faces and waved them away. "Don't look so shocked. It's a power tactic, Vernon is merely emphasizing the pecking order, which would be Him, Dudley, Petunia, the House, the Car, the stain on the counter, then me." He said the last bit sardonically, grimacing slighty.
"Make Harry get it."
"See?"
"Get the mail, Harry."
Harry sneered at Vernon, making the large man quail slightly. "Make Dudley get it."
"Poke him with your Smelting stick, Dudley." Vernon said fiercely, glaring at the boy.
Harry dodged the Smelting stick and went to get the mail. Four things lay on the doormat: a postcard from Uncle Vernon's sister Marge, who was vacationing on the Isle of Wight, a brown envelope that looked like a bill, Petunia's monthly male fashion magazine (my boys have to look their best!), which Harry stashed away for later use (Petunia would always end up with last month's), and - a letter for Harry.
Harry picked it up and stared at it, his heart twanging like a giant elastic band.
George pulled a face and rubbed his chest, while Fred murmured, "That sounds painful." Harry giggled, flushing slightly.
No one, ever, in his whole life, had written to him. Who would? He had no friends, no other relatives - he didn't belong to the library, not seeing the need for a library card when he could just take them, so he'd never even got rude notes asking for books back. Yet here it was, a letter, addressed so plainly there could be no mistake:
Mr. H. Potter
The Cupboard under the Stairs
4 Privet Drive
Little Whinging
Surrey
"I think they mark them that way so no one would think it to be a joke." Severus said, more as a guess then anything else.
The envelope was thick and heavy, made of yellowish parchment, and the address was written in emerald-green ink. There was no stamp.
Turning the envelope over, his hand trembling, Harry saw a purple wax seal bearing a coat of arms; a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake surrounding a large letter H.
Running his finger over the snake, which he crooned at in a hiss, knowing his relatives would freak out over this, he shoved it in his pocket, next to the magazine.
"Good thinking, Mr. Potter." Severus muttered, blinking, not seeming to even realize he had complimented Harry.
He quickly made his way back to his relatives, handing the bill and the post card to his uncle. He hastily excused himself from the table, stopping by his cupboard to stow away the magazine under his cot and put on his shoes, Harry headed out the door, making his way to the library.
Several minutes later, Harry came to the building in question, slinking inside. The librarian gave him the evil eye as he walked in, which was quickly wiped away when the boy's lip curled, his eyes glinting dangerously. He loved that everyone knew who he was and what he had done. One look and he could control the masses.
"Which is different from this mess here in the wizarding world, I'm used to people doing this kind of thing out of fear, but not out of revelry…" Harry sighed softly, "being famous for not dying makes my skin itch in general. I dislike this fame, because it's not earned." He cocked his head, staring up at the cave like roof of this room. Shaking his head, he motioned for Sirius to continue. Leaving the people who had thought he loved his fame to ponder over what he had said.
He stalked back to his corner, in the far back of the room, knowing the librarian would warn people against coming to the back. He pulled the envelope out and with shaking fingers, he broke the seal, letting out a gasp when he felt a tingle spread up his arms, reaching into his friend, as if checking to see if he was there.
"You can feel the intentions of magic?" Sirius asked, stopping in his reading. Harry nodded slowly. "That is…incredible." Harry blinked and then snorted, shaking his head.
Biting his lip against the odd feeling, he quickly flipped the flap-
"Don't even start on that, Sirius." Harry said in warning when the man's face split into a grin. Sirius pouted, but went on reading.
-, peering inside, he noted that there were three individual letters, as well as a separate envelope. Pulling the foremost letter out, he unfolded it and flattened it in front of himself, reading the letter with growing shock.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Mr. Harry Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts
School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all
necessary books and equipment, as well as directions to one Diagon
Alley.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July
31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Harry stared at the letter, his eyebrows in his hairline. His relatives had some explaining to do, that was for sure. Pushing that letter to the side, he pulled out the second piece of parchment, placing it in the spot the last letter was, after unfolding it as well.
"Can't you skip the next letters?" Harry groused, "They're just standard…" Sirius grinned and shook his head, "Nope!" He yipped, giggling madly. Harry blinked at Sirius, before he closed his eyes with an amused smile and shook his head, resting it back against the arm of the chair.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
UNIFORM
First-year students will require:
Three sets of plain work robes (black)
One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
"I lost that thing on the first week." Draco sneered, Harry giggled, "I would say so much as lost as stolen." Fred and George flushed and glared over at their brother. "Something about how your gel smelled." He smirked in amusement at the death glares he was receiving from the twins. "Oh come off it, after years of watching him, your glares are the exact same as his and I. Am. Immune." He punctuated each sentence by lifting his right leg up and smacking it back down on the arm. Draco, who had been staring at the twins, confused, then turned bright red and squirmed in their hold, drawing their attention back to him.
"But…that is something that can be spoken about after we finish." He murmured, staring pointedly at Severus, who the tilted and jerked his head toward Voldemort. Harry blushed and nodded his head. Severus nodded minutely with a soft smile, marking down a vague note about relationships.
Sirius cleared his throat, drawing everyone's attention back to him.
One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.
COURSE BOOKS
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
That Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1)
By Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic
By Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory
By Adalbert Waffling
A Beginners Guide to Transfiguration
By Emeric Switch
"She had to have chosen that book for the name of the writer." Harry murmured, before pausing. "I have a feeling that most of professors at the school do that." Severus nodded, smirking. "Yes, we do. It's a standing joke amongst all of us, since Dumbledore doesn't even notice." Harry snorted, shaking his head. "That man…how in the world did he become headmaster?" Voldemort rolled his eyes, "Probably has something to do with defeating Gillert."
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi
By Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions
By Arsenius Jigger
"Wait…" Sirius said, pausing in his reading, "How is that one like the subject?" He asked, looking over to Severus, who rolled his eyes. He opened his mouth to answer, only to be beaten to the punch by Harry.
"There's a poison, muggle, called arsenic. The symptoms of poisoning is headaches, confusion, severe diarrhea, drowsiness…if the poisoning continues for long enough, or is in a large enough amount, a person can suffer from convulsions and changes in the pigmentation of the fingernails."
He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts, "When the poisoning becomes acute, meaning that it has made the blood vessels much more permeable…symptoms may include diarrhea, vomiting, blood in the urine, cramping muscles, hair loss, stomach pain, and more convulsions. The organs of the body that are usually affected by arsenic poisoning are the lungs, skin, kidneys, and liver. The final result of arsenic poisoning is coma to death."
Harry giggled softly, "The thing about arsenic poisoning is that…if used in small amounts over a long period of time…the person won't even know that their dying."
Ginny looked over at Harry suspiciously. "Say…don't you make tea for Dumbledore everyday?" A scary smile spread across Harry's face. He looked to Sirius, who was slightly pale. He quickly turned back to the book. Severus quickly made a note on the parchment to talk to Harry about that.
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
By Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection
By Quentin Trimble
"Wait…that's the real name of the author?" Severus nodded, a derisive smile on his face. "That…is just too much." Harry murmured, chuckling. The children who had been at school during that year all nodded while the rest of the people there looked on in confusion. After being told that they would learn later on in the book, Sirius continued on.
OTHER EQUIPMENT
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales
Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad.
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS
ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK
Yours sincerely,
Lucinda Thomsonicle-Pocus
Chief Attendant of Witchcraft Provisions
Sighing, wondering how in bloody hell he was going to afford all of this, Harry pulled out the last letter, doing much the same as he had done with the last two. He read over it, finding the directions to Diagon Alley and to Gringotts, the wizarding bank. It also said that if a response wasn't received in three days, someone would come to pick him up.
Nodding to himself, he was glad that they had given him two days to find the Alley and look through it for information, even if unintentionally. He grinned, knowing he could coerce his aunt into telling him how to get to the alley.
Finally, he took out the second envelope inside of the outer one, he took it out and read the front, which said, 'Petunia'. Harry rolled his eyes and broke the seal, not really caring if this was purely for his aunt.
He peeked inside finding yet another letter and a key. Quirking one of his eyebrows, he took the key out and stowed it in his pocket before pulling the letter out, unfolding it as well. He read through it, gritting his teeth, he slowly exhaled, reading through the letter again, oh…his aunt certainly had some explaining to do.
Sirius went silent for a moment, looking to be reading ahead. A minute or so later, he threw the book down, which surprisingly stayed open. Breathing heavily through his nose, he yelled, "I WILL NOT READ THAT." Pointing to the book in disgust, he kicked it away. He snarled at it. Harry rolled his eyes and stood up to pick up the book. "Merlin…"
Hello Petunia.
As promised, I have contacted you a month before the boy starts school.
I do hope you have held your half of the promise, while him going to that school did put a damper in my plans, you seemed to have done well enough tampering his spirit. Hopefully the boy will be under my thumb enough now that you shan't have to worry about him acting up at all.
I do hope the money I'm paying you to keep him in line is worth it.
Make sure he knows nothing, that shouldn't be difficult for you, seeing how much you hate your sister, but I want him to be reliant on me for information, on everything from magic to his parents.
If you let me send a person of my choice to your house, I will send you 500 extra pounds for the month to be added to your regular monthly allowance.
Thank you for raising the way I told you to.
Continue to do so for the next 7 years and you are promised a portion of the boy's money after he's dead.
Albus Dumbledore
It only took a second before the people in the room were all yelling at the same time. Harry raised his hand, making them all go silent. "If I may continue, there is only a tiny bit left in this chapter. Yes, Dumbledore has completely manipulated my life, yes, it is wrong of him, but if you all have to be honest with yourselves, was this something you really couldn't see coming?"
There were a few muted headshakes and no one said anything more. "Really, we can talk about how to get back at Dumbledore after this."
Sighing, he stood up and brushed himself off, before bending over and picking up the bigger envelope and it's contents, shoving them all roughly into the large envelope. He straightened out and walked out of the library, snarling all of the way home. Oh, he relatives were going to explain things. They were going to explain themselves, even if it was the last thing they did.
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One quirk you guys should know about me is that I will never post on the thirteenth. It has nothing to do with superstition, I just really REALLY hate that number. Don't ask me why, I really don't know. Which means, you will either get two chapters one after another or one chapter will be delayed by a day.
Also, with how many reviews I've been getting, it's going to be almost impossible to answer all of them, so I'm just going to answer all of them generally. Let it be known, though, that I do indeed read through each and every comment and love it when you guys review or add this story to the alerts. That is my driving force in writing this, to be totally honest.
The next chapter is going to take longer to get out, because it is all going to be written by my hand. How fun, yeah? Anyway, I hope this it to you guys' liking. It was a bit of a pain to write, but it was fun, nonetheless.
Okay, so, I've finally got most of the pairings figured out the way I want them. Yes, I do take all reviews into consideration before making decisions, but there is a basic plot that I'm following and some pairings just aren't going to work with said plot, if you don't see a pairing that you had wished to see, put it down in your next review and if or when I make a new story, I will try my hardest to put that pairing in.
Harry/Voldemort (submissive/dominant)
Severus/Neville/multi (equal partnership)
Twins/Draco (dominant/submissive)
Remus/Sirius (dominant/submissive)
Lucius/Narcissa (submissive/dominant)
Ginny/multi (Changes per pairing)
Luna/No One
Tonks/Not Applicable
So. I guess I should explain all of my pairings.
Harry is going to be submissive to Voldemort, but that doesn't mean he's just going lay down and take it. (HA.)
Severus and Neville aren't going to have a monogamous relationship, their first time will be just the two, but I can't see it being entire monogamous. It's not going to be a relationship of love, though they may end up loving each other, it's not going to be…er it's hard to explain, so I think I'd best just show you in by means of story, yes?
I don't think I have to explain the twins and Draco or Remus and Sirius.
Lucius is going to be submissive to Narcissa. You don't have to be male to be dominant.
I've never seen Ginny as being with one person. So, she's not going to be with one particular person in this story. Also, considering that there will be some people she will kill right after having her fun with them (having more fun after having fun?), I doubt her relationships would last that long.
Luna is going to be willingly celibate. I'm not going to explain why, you'll find out in the second book/fanfiction/whatever.
Tonks is not going to play a big role in this story. She is going to be in it as that of an auror. I'm thinking about bringing her mum in as a lawyer, both of them working for the dark side for legal issues and Tonks spying for Voldemort on the Order. Who she dates has no really meaning to the story and would only be for you guy's fulfillment. If y'all really want to see her with someone, please let me know. She can even be one of Ginny's flavors of the week, if you really want me to make her one.
ALSOALSO. Every time I go to type the word wand, I accidentally end up typing the word 'wang' and, me being the childish person I am, am like "OMG wand = wang!" and end up giggling for five or so minutes.
Also, about Harry letting Narcissa coddle him…coming from experience, from someone who didn't receive a normal amount of attention as a child, I pretty much take affection from anyone who gives it to me, in any way they give it. This is how I'm making Harry. I'm 19 years old and love it when people coddle me, because that didn't happen a lot in my childhood. I'm pretty much just pushing my personality into Harry, so all of my quirks are his quirks, all of my needs are his needs. You get what I'm saying? I'm not writing him over the top, I'm just writing Harry the way I would write myself. I'm sorry if that bothers you, but…yer.