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Part I: Bitter-Sweet Dreams

Chapter 4

The Pain the waking of the next morning brought was something Harry hadn't expected. He had drifted off that last night with a smile on his face, and had had his dream interrupted by Karma, who had arrived simply to bid him good luck, as she said events would soon transpire that he would need such luck to deal with.

And he had awoken to find a hand on his throat. His eyes shot open to find that he was floating above the ground, as said hand held him up. He looked to see long pure white hair and deep, empty black eyes. And he looked at the person before him in complete shock. It was the man from the forest.

Upon seeing Harry was awake, the tension applied to the boy's neck eased, and a smirk appeared on the figure's face. He set Harry down on the bed, and then crouched before him. "I assume you are wondering why the hell I am here, eh?" Harry nodded, still slightly nervous, as he knew what the figure could do and how dangerous he was. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you, not at all. Quite the contrary actually, I am here to protect you."

Harry was completely confused. "And why would you do that?"

"I have been alive for a long, long time." Harry looked at him awkwardly. The man looked no more than 23 at the most. However, the man seemed to suspect this. "Not as this person. I am…there are a group of people in this world called The Locked. We are people who are cursed to live our lives again and again, living over and over each time we die until we can obtain the keys to become unlocked. The problem is, the only way to get the keys are to kill the people who house your key in the depths of their souls.

"I'm off track. Lets say this. I have lived a long time, and I know when things are happening, I can feel it, the change in the way the Earth is running, the change in how I am seen in the world. And I have always been a firm believer that Fate will send to me only people who I need, or who need me."

Harry smirked at the mention of Fate, before asking, "and which do you think it is."

"Well Kid, I think it's both. But I do know that something is coming up, and I know that I will have to help. Forget have to…I want to. I need to.

"Its been a long time since I have had a want to live at all. And this…I guess you are helping me more than I can ever help you."

And with a smiled, he reached over and grabbed his white backpack. "Harry, this is a special backpack, made for me by an old friend. It is incredibly weighted, and able to be altered for more weight, but only by me. I use it to keep my legs trained and my speed up, and to you, I loan it. You should carry it everywhere with you, and run as often as you think you can. You may be a young wizard, thinking all your life will rely on that wand, but forget your hands, by which I know you live. Your legs, they are your life, and will be even more so when I am through with all of this."

Harry stared at the man. "Who…who are you?"

"I…I, Harry, go by Nox. But you may call me Kyoto. It is my first name, and the last person to call me it was my sister." Harry was fairly touched by this for some reason beyond him. He smiled and nodded, before the man tossed the bag at him. It easily weighed about 30 pounds, and knocked the air from Harry. And then, climbing onto the windowsill, The man crouched and leapt out of the window, flying many feet into the distance before landing and speeding off much too fast to be humanly possible as spells were fired at him by who Harry knew were Order Members.

Moments later, Tonks ran in, checking to make sure Harry was alright. He smiled and nodded, and Tonks sighed before running her hand through Harry's hair and turned and left.

And carrying the pure white backpack with him, Harry set out to walk around the town. He got an owl instructing him to call Blaise from the girl herself, and he did so, but only 15 minutes after the instructed time. He got an earful, but rolled with it only to be told that she was having an upcoming birthday party, and that he was to be there. She would make the arrangements, and that apparently it was outside of his ability to deny her.

He laughed to himself as he walked down the street of Privet Drive, and eventually into a back corner of the park, intending to do some reading in a section no one went. He didn't realize that said laughter was done aloud, or that he had an audience to his actions.

"Do you normally laugh for no reason, or are the voices in your head just making random comments again?"

Harry thought to comment back as Kelly walked behind him, but just shook his head and continued walking.

"You ought to answer me, you know. You are gonna need me pretty soon."

There wasn't a lot of things he felt that he needed to know from the girl, especially with the events arising around him. And besides, considering Blaise and Tonks, he had no thoughts about Kelly much anymore. However, her next comment made him turn to her.

"Potter, you never were the brightest of people." Turning to her, the white backpack on his back slipped from his shoulders. That was a voice he recognized. A voice he hated with everything that he was. "I mean, you would think that, after a certain amount of time, you would give up on trusting people and just start…expecting bad things to happen around you."

There she stood, steel eyes sharp enough to cut you, with long flowing black hair. Her body looked awkward in the clothing Kelly had been wearing, as the bright colors seemed to clash horribly with her dark appearance. And even more so, with her dark soul.

"Bellatrix…"

"Right in one."

"What do you want?"

"Nothing…" And she began to walk toward him. His body tensed up as she reached out from behind him. "Nothing much at least…"

Harry turned so that she was not behind him, and his eyes glanced over her quickly. He saw no place where she could stash a wand, or any other type of weapon, but he still didn't trust her.

She leaned over to him, slipping behind him so she could whisper in his ear. "You could have everything. Everything you have always wanted." She trailed her hands from his lower back around to his stomach. "My master could help you fulfill all of your dreams…" Her hands ran lower until they were where he did not care for them to be. "I could be all of your desires." And her tongue licked out to his ear. For the most part Harry was stunned into paralysis, and could do little to stop her. "All you have to do…is join us…" And then her fingernails trailed from his lower waist to slide along his left forearm. And there was a burning in his forehead, and Harry awoke from his stupor with a start. Spinning around, he pushed her off of him, to find that, in the process, many of the people who had been at the car wash were surrounding him. And they all wore more clothing. Pulling out their wands, they muttered Finite Incantatem and around him was a majority of the inner circle of Voldemort's Death Eaters.

"Stupid, stupid Harry…" He muttered to himself, backing up slowly while turning, making sure he could keep an eye on everyone, and trying to sense movements around him. They were all standing patiently, almost waiting. Soon, he was face to face with Bellatrix again.

"So…what do you think. Will you be one of us…or be dead?"

And as his head made to make a negative motion, she grabbed his arm and dragged him away from the group. And as they walked, she snatched a wand from a man she passed. Pushing him against the wall of an alleyway down the lane, Harry's mind began racing, contemplating what he was going to do. He could probably take her by brute force, given that she might not expect it, but he didn't know where he was. Finally concluding that anywhere was better than there, Harry began to make his move when he looked at her.

Her calmness was unnerving, and as he faltered for one second, she reacted. Placing him in a body bind, she stood over him and looked down. It was a weird thing, considering she had poised herself so he had a clear view up her skirt, something that, given any other circumstance would have probably made him turn a very deep shade of red, but at the moment seemed to make him dread his existence for the next insurmountable amount of time. "Did you know, Harry, that I could see what you were planning. You are very transparent. And if you hadn't hesitated at the last moment, I would have let you escape. Goes to show you what happens when you ignore your Slytherin side."

And then she muttered two spells. And Harry felt blood draining from parts of his body and gathering…somewhere he did not want it to be. Growling, Harry shouted toward her, "What have you done to me!" Smirking at him before casting a silencing charm at him, she answered him.

"Well, the first spell was a handy charm most guys learn around their sixth year. Initially a charm to remedy impotence, but many young men use it during a…particularly interesting purpose." And Harry's eyes darkened as he tried to force his body to move, to struggle against the magical bond he was locked in. "And, my dear Harry, the second spell…that was for me. And for you, if you feel the need to think that way." Seeing his confusion, she smiled darkly as she lowered herself down, and not wanting to watch, Harry closed his eyes as he felt heat around his lower body as his zipper made the tale-tell signs of being lowered. And then all he knew was heat.

"You see…Harry…there is a loophole in the Wizarding law." She had sunk down and was sitting there, his pelvis to hers. And she took that moment to speak. "Any child conceived through rape is therefore a means of wedlock. The mother and father must then wed to make the child the best pureblood possible. And luckily for us both, we are considered, for the most part, purebloods. So this child will grow up with a mother and a father. Because, my dear Harry, it never states that the rape has to be of a female. Because until recently, it was damn near impossible to rape a male in this way. And as long as I have a child, which I assure you, will come to pass, we will be together forever." And it dawned on Harry, what spell she had used. And why her stomach had glowed for a few seconds after the spell.

A fertility spell.

Harry's breath became ragged, but not from the exertion she was putting him through as she gyrated her hips, but from imagining all the things it could mean for Voldemort to have someone with his blood under his control. He was so caught up deep within his mind, and Bellatrix so involved in her lovemaking that they missed the sounds of the Death Eaters from outside. However, soon the sound of gunshots got near, and Bellatrix got momentarily distracted, enough to allow Harry to force the charm off of him through sheer willpower, and he shouted full out for someone to help him.

Bellatrix silenced him immediately, but it had gotten out. And with a savage glint in her eyes, she slammed her body down on him again and again, harder and harder, all the while talking to him, telling him things he hadn't the want to know from her lips. But even as she did this to him, Harry receded deeper and deeper into his mind.

But he was jolted back as his body finally succumbed to the pleasure, and as he started his release, a dark figure appeared at the entrance to the alleyway. Bellatrix had a look of ecstasy on her face, so she missed the figure. What Harry saw was the glint of a chrome object held in each hand of the figure.

And as his eyes began to roll into his head, the figure somehow was next to him and Bellatrix, and not grabbed her in one hand and launched her across the alley into the wall. And he looked down at Harry, still clouded in shadow, but Harry's consciousness was fading. He watched as the figure pulled out a mobile phone that looked much too advanced for the time, and dialed a number, and Harry watched as he raised the phone to his ear just as the world went dark.

Harry awoke to impossibly dark eyes. Ones he recognized. He was being carried, almost as one would carry a small sleeping child, and they were walking somewhere. The figure made it a point to show Harry that he was looking at him. And with a moderately unbalanced smirk, a look that made Harry very unnerved, the figure known as Kyoto crouched low and leapt into the air.

And with a shock, Harry looked around. The bottoms of trees were hundreds of feet beneath him, and he was in the sky. He was flying. "You can fly?" Harry was in complete shock.

"No. Can't fly. Just…jump really well." And as they landed from the jump, they jumped again. And this time, Harry saw where they were. In the distance, there stood the Hogwarts castle. And as they landed just inside the grounds, there stood another figure. This tall figure was clothed in less outstanding clothing, nothing that stood out a great deal. And his clothing looked even more muted against the dusk sky behind him. But on the floor next to him was where the real issue laid, literally. There laid Bellatrix, in all that she was, her hair haphazard and her body still limp in unconsciousness. And as the two tall figures met, Harry placed on his feet, several forms appeared through the thrown open doors of the castle in the distance and were making their way toward the small group on the grounds.

"Now, Kid, why is it that every time I happen to run into you, you are in trouble of some sort? I mean, men chasing you in the forest is weird. But getting a phone call from this bastard," here he pointed the tall figure that was watching the figures come toward them from the castle, his hand lingering in his jacket, "that you were raped. That was just…awkward. But when I found out it was by a female, nonetheless a fairly hot one, then the real questions entered my head." Kyoto leaned in close to Harry, his deep, empty black eyes betraying the huge smile on his face. "Are you scared of women, Kid?"

Harry was in shock, and screamed, "No, I am not scared of women. I am totally…unscared…of women. In fact, I have two of them at the moment, I am in no way short for women!" And with the luck Harry was displaying at this time, it would be just the time that Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall, Severus Snape, as well as a woman Harry didn't recognize, all came within hearing distance. The adults cast Harry a glance before looking down at the figure of Bellatrix on the ground. Dumbledore was the first to produce his wand, but found no point in stunning Bellatrix, and found that he doubted he could have in the first place. There was a long handgun leveled at his face.

"Put that damned stick away. Now." Was the simple reply from the deep voice of the tall figure standing there.

"Do you have any idea who you are talking to!" Snape shouted, before almost cutting short as he saw the narrowing of the eyes of the one known as Nox, as well as the quick hand of the tall form in the gray duster that produced another handgun, and trained it on him. He swallowed loudly, before snapping his mouth shut.

"Do I look like I give half a shit? Seriously, you sad bastard, do I look like I care?" And suddenly, still keeping an eye on Dumbledore out of the corner of his eye, the tall form walked up to Snape, too close for comfort. And he looked down on Snape with a decidedly dark smirk on his face. And then it turned into a wide smile. "You disgust me, your breed is tainted and nothing but a shadow of what you all once were. Opacus falling and creating you sick fucks was the worst insult to the rest of us." And with a weird sound, as if something was in the man's throat, he stepped back and spit all over Snape's shoe. "You vampires are disgusting. And you are the worst kind, hiding in the sunlight, deceiving everyone. You make me sick. Get from my sight before I kill you."

Snape growled and grabbed for his wand, only to be smacked across the face with the butt of the handgun the man had previously had aimed at Dumbledore. And turning the gun from Dumbledore seemed to cause chaos. And watching it to the side was Kyoto, and Harry. Kyoto had his arm over Harry's shoulder in companionable friendship, and was smiling. "Can't take the bastard anywhere." Harry was still blanching over the fact that Snape was Vampire. And with a growl, the fallen man stood up, wiping dark blood from his mouth before leaping at the man who had disrespected him so.

Before he could catch the man on the back with the extra-ordinary leap, Kyoto was gone and had leapt as well, only to tackle Snape in mid-air. It was a bone-crushing hit, and they both fell, but Kyoto had twisted to land on his feet several yards from the fallen Snape. And suddenly there was the sound of a gunshot. Everyone looked around as everything stopped. The man with the guns held one still smoking, and all of the teachers had stopped their curses mid-word, checking their body for holes.

And finally it was found. The bullet hole was centimeters away from Snape's head as the man lay on the ground. "Look, we only came here to drop off that bitch, and to let you know the kid is alright. We are taking him back there, and from there you can do whatever you want. She is not our concern, and the runt isn't mine either, but that bastard," here he pointed to Kyoto, who was lightly tapping Snape's downed body with the front of his shoe, trying to wake the man up, "Seems to have taken an interest in him, and I owe him a bit. So we are here. But, consider this a warning. If your little vampire comes looking for me, he will die. I hate vampires, and I especially hate his kind. G'day." And with that he began to walk away.

Pulling back his leg, Harry saw a dark smile on Kyoto's face before he kicked the fallen man, sending him tumbling along the ground for some distance before stopping, and groaning. Walking over to Harry, Kyoto ruffled his hair before slipped the backpack back on the boy's back, and then jumping up into a tree and sitting in it with his legs bet, as if expecting to jump out of it again at any moment.

And as if everyone just noticed the boy known as Harry Potter, Dumbledore and the woman came over to him, as McGonagall was sent to go get Madam Pomfrey.

"Harry, my boy, are you alright?" Dumbledore asked, as Harry sat down hard, bringing his legs up to his chest and wrapping his arms around them. Looking up, he caught sight of the woman. She was very pretty, and had light brown hair, with pale green eyes, and a look to her as if she had seen more than she should have in her years. However, she had a smile on her face.

"Who's she." He muttered tiredly, regarding her with a nod of his head. Dumbledore found it weird that Harry had sat down so close to Bellatrix's fallen form, as at this point almost to be sitting in the curve she created with her body as she laid on her side.

"She's…" Dumbledore was cut off by the woman.

"Hello, sweetie. You must be the Harry I am getting my hair pulled out about back at home by that daughter of mine. I dare say you have her a bit bent out of shape over you. But I am James Zabini, Blaise's mother." Harry cocked an eyebrow at this. She smiled and chuckled a light-hearted laugh that made Harry smile some. "Yes, it does seem to be a bit of a tradition so far to name the girls of this family male names. It is usually due to the overpowering personalities the women of the family have."

Harry smiled, and then Dumbledore spoke again. "Harry…" Harry ignored him, looking down at Bellatrix's sleeping form. "Mr. Potter…" Still ignored, as Harry started toying with Bellatrix's hair, something that had Dumbledore worried about the boy's mental health. "Harold James Potter, I must insist you…"

"Heron." Both Harry and Mrs. Zabini said at the same time. She seemed to scowl some at Albus, and Harry was just tired. The man looked questioningly at Harry, and he sighed.

"My name is not Harold. It is Heron. So please, if there is nothing else, I would very much like it if I could go somewhere besides that damned hospital wing. There is nothing physically wrong with me, and I would rather not have to be there and held like a hostage."

"I am going to need you to stay under observation. And I must know what happened during this entire ordeal. I know it is hard for you, Mr. Potter…"

"No." It was a simple statement, but it started many things at once. Kyoto leapt from the tree and landed perfectly balance without a hint of bending in his knees right next to Harry. Mrs. Zabini looked at Dumbledore and then Bellatrix, and seemed to figure something out about how Harry kept looking at her. Something had happened between the two. She just needed to figure out what.

"I will not stay at this castle. Take her if you need to, but you will not take her to Azkaban, He will just break her out. And with how she is now, if he gets his scaly hands on her right now, this could be a very bad thing. So do what you must, but she stays protected at all times."

"Harry, she is an escaped felon, she needs to go to the Dementors. She deserves it."

"No."

"Mr. Potter, you will not resist this. There is little you can do about it. It is the law."

"Is it legal to put a pregnant woman in Azkaban? And more importantly, do you want Voldemort getting a hand on a baby that is half mine?"

And that statement seemed to cause hell. Dumbledore stood and pulled out his wand, and narrowed the wand at Harry for some reason. The boy had since laid back with his arms behind his head in what would seem to be a relaxed position, but Mrs. Zabini saw through it. She was not the equivalent of a Magical Psychologist for nothing. She figured it out immediately. The way he seemed to not be happy about the entire situation.

"Mr. Potter, how could you make such a grievous mistake, doing something such as that with a Death Eater. I am sorry, but that child will have to be killed. And you will have to be detained." Harry seemed to wince as the words about the baby being "killed" visibly, and he closed his eyes and his body went straight and rigid, not moving.

"Albus, you are an idiot." Mrs. Zabini said. He turned in offense to her and suddenly the wand was gone out of his hand and in Kyoto's hand, but the man couldn't even start to think about it as Mrs. Zabini continued speaking. "She raped him, Albus. He understands this situation better than you are giving him credit for. If He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named got his hands on this child, it could be a grave day for our side."

"That is why I fear, this child must be handled as such."

"Albus, it could kill her!"

"That is a risk, I am afraid, I am willing to take."

"Well, that sucks to be you then, doesn't it, because I'm not willing to, and I am seriously doubting Harry is either. So you can shove this magical abortion shit up your ass." And with that Kyoto did some fancy hand-work, and the man's wand ended up in the man's long pure white hair, and tied up in some fancy design. It was a very un-male look, truthfully, but with the amount of power the man held, few seemed to have the heart, or the fortitude to tell him otherwise. And Harry doubted the man would have cared.

"And what does Harry have to do with this?" Dumbledore asked, seemingly looking for a way to get his wand back immediately.

"You obviously don't know the law as well as you should, Albus. Any child conceived of rape is a means of wedlock. Once it is confirmed that she is pregnant, they are married in every sense."

"And of Rodolphous?"

"Uh…is that that bastard that she was married to, that kinda looked, body wise, like a Doberman?" Kyoto asked, dancing around to some music he seemed to be the only one to hear. It looked goofy, and made Harry chuckle. Dumbledore nodded. "Well…uh…He's a bit…"

"What? Did you capture him as well?"

"…You could say that…"

"I insist you turn him over to us! We must question him on Voldemort's whereabouts."

"Uh, so you want him to pick his brain on who Voldemort's location?" Dumbledore nodded. "That might be a bit hard…"

"And why is that?"

"Because for that, he would need a brain. And even more, a head. And after a few gunshots point-blank from those damned handguns, he kinda…doesn't have a head anymore." Kyoto was still dancing all the while, so it made for a funny scene, as such morbid news was given even as he did the cabbage-patch as he turned in a circle, before doing a dance move that looked out of "Disco-Fever" era America, and overall looked very weird. Mrs. Zabini burst out laughing despite herself, and Harry was chuckling, even though Dumbledore was looking disturbed.

"So you mean to tell me, that that man killed a Death Eater, and found a way to get close enough to shoot him, point blank range, in the face, several times."

"Uh…who said anything about one? I am guessing about a dozen or so are dead wherever he put them. And if not dead, licking their wounds somewhere."

"Well, this is news I must mill over for some time. However, I am going to need to take Harry with me to the castle."

"No, you don't. He doesn't want to be there, so he won't."

"Privet Drive then…"

"Where do you think all of this crap happened?"

"So where to then?" Harry asked, tired of all the bickering.

"He can stay with me!" Mrs. Zabini said. Dumbledore looked to her in question, "Well, think about it, I can watch over him mentally, and he will be in a magically protected household, you know how protected out house is since Blaise's father…" Dumbledore nodded his approval.

"And where is this house exactly? I feel I may need to drop by every so often to check on the kid and his progress."

"Mr…Nox…was it? Why is it that you seem so adamant on Harry's whereabouts, and knowing where he is? How do we know we can trust you with that information. You refused to join our fight, so your allegiances are still questionable."

"Don't ever question my morals again, for if you do, you may not live to see tomorrow." The statement was cold and there was no dancing as he said this. It was said almost like a child scolding a younger child. "I have told you, I have lifetimes worth of knowledge, and I wouldn't suggest you go up against me. Because you are missing your little stick, taking your advantage away. And if you are even thinking about going against me in hand to hand, let me tell you a story. A story about my sister. I loved her with all of my heart. But she came after me, meaning to stand in my way to freedom, something that is one of the few things I care for. I killed her. So, stay out of my way." And the empty black eyes of the man seemed to be sucking in all of the light, and Albus felt a cold. It was like a pull on his soul. It almost felt like a Dementor…

"What…what are you!" He shouted.

"Me…I'm Harry's older brother. Got a problem with me wanting to know where the kid is?" Albus looked at Kyoto and narrowed his eyes.

"You have no bond with him. So we have no need to honor such a claimed bond. So do not attempt to claim one."

"Whatever, you sad, tired old man. I will find him if it all comes down to it. You need to learn that there are deeper bonds and connections than the ones established in this life, and than ones created through some chance happening of birth. You need to stop thinking so one-sided. It could make you realize there are more than 2 sides to this war. Idiot." And with a smile, Kyoto ruffled Harry's hair and smiled to the boy, who smiled back. Pulling Harry up to a standing position, Kyoto looked him in the eyes, Harry was sure of it, and there seemed to be some connection there, and then with one last smile, Kyoto turned, crouched low and then leapt, launching his body far off over the trees, Dumbledore's wand tumbling onto the ground where Kyoto had leapt from, two impacted crater-like indentations in the shape of the man's shoes the only sign the man had ever been there.

"What was that?" Mrs. Zabini asked, before shaking her head and looking to Harry. She smiled before holding out her hand to him. He took it, and she cast a meaningful look at Albus before another to Bellatrix, and then she and Harry walked several steps before the woman put her wand away and reached into her pocket and pulled out a paperback novel of some kind. She spoke a word Harry didn't catch, and then there was the familiar pulling behind his navel.

Her long hair billowed behind her, having come out of the styling she had placed it in some time before. She had opted for more tighter-fitting jeans and a shirt instead of her normal black dress, and she had long since left the stuffed creatures behind. She hadn't the time to play, or for old tricks. There was no time for that. It was all about revenge. She had located a stronghold on her old island once she had returned from there. She held two short-handled scythes, one in each hand, and there was a bull-whip rolled up attached to her hip. She had blood on the blades already, and it had only been about half and hour since she had arrived at the front gates.

And as she neared the front gates, she looked to see something she hadn't been expecting. There was a fight of bright lights going on between red-and-gold-clad figures and the black-clad ones she had fought so far. Suddenly someone spotted her and sent a red curse at her. Doing a one-handed cartwheel out of the way, she landed in a crouch before bringing the scythes in front of her and rotating them in a circle, before pushing the scythes forward, and shouting out, "Thundaga!" And lightning seemed to blast from the sky and strike the figure that had attacked her, and he fell to the ground, smoke rising off of him.

Another 3 figures approached, and she clasped the scythes together in an odd way, and they seemed to form a circle with the blades, the handles meeting in a line through the circle. She was holding the handle in her hand, and she threw it. It flew through the air and cut the enemy coming at her through the neck and then came back, detaching the leg of another oncoming enemy. She caught the handle and unclasped the scythes before charging the walls. As she did, she jumped and jammed the scythes blade-first into the sides of the wall on either side of one of the thin windows the castle held on the lower levels. Turning her body, she slipped in as she pulled the scythes through with her. In a low crouch, she slipped into a shadow and watched for a moment, and no one passed by. And running up through the castle, she cut down anyone she met in black, and slipped unseen by the red and gold figures. Finally entering the throne room, there sat one of the "Generals" of the man she was after. He was in no way a General, if anything, just a higher rank than the others out there dying, but not by much. She didn't even ask his name as he walked toward her with his wand drawn.

"Stupid stick." And she leveled her violet eyes at him before taking the scythes and tossing them down, the blades imbedding in the ground so there was one on either side of her, and then with some hand motions she shouted, "Ultima!" and the man seemed to be enshrouded in darkness, and then falling to the floor, the man was dead, immediately. His body looked ripped apart, and his wand had literally exploded in his hand, the man's entire arm looking more mangled than the rest, and burnt and giving off a putrid smell.

Stooping to grasp the scythes from the earth below her, she inadvertently ducked a red spell coming over her head. She turned, ready to throw one of the scythes to see one of the red and gold figures. Growling low in her throat, she crossed her arms in an "X" shape and muttered "Hastaga" and then with a shaking of the ground beneath her, she rushed forward and past the red and gold figure, and out of the building, leaping through the thin window in a cartwheel-like fashion, and then turning and hooking the scythes into the wall and allowing them to cut long thin lines in the wall as she went down. Then, leaping from the wall, she did a back flip from the wall and did a backwards somersault and then turned and ran from the stronghold, the spell wearing off just as she got in the clear.

"One down, hundreds to go. I will find him. And I will kill him."

Harry found himself in a nice, modest entrance hall of what looked to be developing into a modest sized manor. The chandelier and the general décor of the house was different that that he expected from the house of a Slytherin. The walls were cream-colored, and the white light from the crystal chandelier over his head cast an ethereal glow around him and off of the hair of the woman next to him. She still held on to his hand, and when he glanced over to her, she smiled lightly before releasing his hand to ruffle his hair, and then pointing toward the staircase directly in front of him. "Up the stairs, down the hall all the way. We'll work on you after."

And he headed toward the stairs, still not fully aware of what she meant. But as he walked up and heard the light thumping of music through the slightly closed door, and more felt the bass through his feet, he figured out what she was talking about.

Blaise.

Going to the door, which was just slightly open, he peered it while rapping on it with his knuckles. Apparently it wasn't loud enough to distract her from her current activities. She was jumping around in what appeared to be a pair of boy's boxers and a simple cotton tank-top, with some cotton socks pulled up to just below her knees, the lime green stripes on the socks across her calves a violent shade. And she held a hair brush in hand as a microphone, and she was jumping around, flinging her head to and fro as she sang along with the song, her eyes shut tightly, as she got into the song.

Harry chuckled some, before knowing it was time to make his presence known, as the girl flung the brush across the room and reached up to the bottom of the tank top and grasped it, pulling it up as she jumped around. Pushing the door open, he cleared his throat some, before calling her name. "Uh…Blaise?"

Her shirt was up and over her head, with her arms above her head clasping the bottom of the shirt in her hands. Her face was hidden by the shirt, and her bra-clad chest and bare stomach was on clear display to him. She stopped moving altogether, as did he, and all that was left was the fading beat of the song that had been playing in the background. And then she screeched and ran around, trying to pull her shirt back down and run in a panic at the same time. This lead to her crashing into Harry, and still being unable to pull the shirt down. And as they tumbled to the ground and she seemed even more caught up in the shirt, she finally sighed and just yanked it over her head and then sprawled out, the shirt laying forgotten.

And then, sitting up as if remembering him being there, she looked at him with bug eyes. "Harry! What are you doing here?" She grasped for the shirt and held it to the front of her, as if self-conscious all of a sudden.

Harry smiled at her before the smile turned grim. "Let's say some things happened that made it unsafe for me to be at home. And being that I am now emotionally, mentally and physically fucked, your mother figured I would be a good pet project. So, here I am."

Making to stand up, he shook off the backpack. He stood effortlessly before bending down to pick it up. He placed it down on her bed and then sat down on it as well. And then a decidedly Slytherin smirk slid on his face. "And what where you doing, Blaisey?"

Blaise blushed before tossing the shirt aside and then standing and putting her hands on her hips before him, smiling. "Nothing much. And don't give me that bullshit. You know you couldn't stand being away from me, so you decided to just come here." Harry rolled his eyes, as she walked toward him, swaying her hips. There was something sexy about seeing her in little more than what she slept in, while sitting on the bed she slept on, in her room, and her looking so disheveled.

Bet that's what she would look like if I woke up next to her in the morning…wait, bad thoughts, bad, Slytherin thoughts, Potter.

Shaking his head to clear the thoughts, he missed Blaise stop her path right in front of him, her legs apart, her hands on her hips, her hair out of place, and her eyes set on his. And when he opened his eyes, he was eye-level with, what to him seemed to be her impossibly long legs. And as his eyes trailed up them, they set on her face. And there was a coy smirk on her face. "And to think, you traveled all this way for little ol' me. It's cute in a puppy-dog sort of way. So come get your treat." And with that she pushed on his shoulders and followed him down to the bed. And pressing her forehead to his, she locked eyes with him.

And as she looked at him, her eyes grew large. There was something deep within them, something different about his person that she caught a hold of. And she kept staring into his eyes, and to him, it stopped seeming like she was looking at him, but looking into him, and he felt incredibly exposed, as if he had walked into her room completely naked. She had stripped past all of the blocks and defenses he had around himself so easily. And it was creeping him out.

Placing his hands on her waist as to raise her off of him, He lifted her and placed her away from him, glad for the break of eye contact. He made to sit up, before it just felt too hard to do, and he just fell back, closing his eyes. He sighed loudly, and got a moment of time to try and clear his head before her weight was on him again, straddling his waist. He opened his eyes to see hers peering closely at him, something akin to confusion and compassion in hers.

"Wow Potter, what ever fucked you up like this…I am so sorry." And she reached down and pulled him up by his shoulders, so he was sitting up, and she wrapped her legs around his back, so she was effectively sitting in his lap holding him with her legs and her arms around his neck. Her lack of shirt was pressing his face between her breasts, and with his head turned to the side, even the awkwardness of that situation was overcome by the pure sweetness of the sound of her heartbeat.

And he let it all out. It wasn't so much tears in the normal sense of the word, but it was more, expelling all of the pain and the anger and everything from his body, through the form of fiery-hot liquid from his eyes. He didn't make any vocal sounds of crying, no hiccupping or anything, but the tears fell regardless. And her hands ran through his hair in comfort.

After what seemed like forever, the tears stopped. His arms had found their way around her as well, holding her to him tightly. And as the tears stopped, Blaise seemed to know, and pulled back just enough to catch his eyes. And looking down at him, she smiled at him brightly, purely, genuinely. And he smiled back with everything he had left. And then she ran her hand through his hair, brushing it from his face before she did something neither of them expected.

She leaned down slowly and pressed her lips to his. It wasn't insistent or anything, just incredibly sweet in all aspects of it. And that seems to awaken something in Harry, bring him back to life.

At least his Slytherin side.

And sliding his hands up from her lower back slowly, going up and inch to drag his fingers down again that inch, his nails dragging as well, he returned the kiss. And then, in one motion, he ran his hands straight up her back, and then turned his body, and ended up with her on her back, and her legs still wrapped around him.

What Harry knew little about, was the inner workings of the object known as a brassiere. The clasps and the infuriating amounts of time some men spent trying to work them to get them unhooked seamlessly. Had he known, he would have been able to appreciate his accidental accomplishment for what it was.

Because with that one motion, somehow, Harry Potter had found a way to disarm that diabolical device known as a bra with that fast a motion. And laying on top of her, finding solace, comfort, and hope within her being, finding a reason between her lips, he had no idea that the red colored bra was currently barely on. And if he did, he wouldn't have done what he did next.

Pulling her toward him, he shifted to the point where, once again, she was in his lap. And as he did so, hooking his hands beneath her arms, the straps slid down ever-so-inconspicuously, and as she was settled into his lap, her eyes still closed and her face oh-so-serene, the bra simply…slid down.

Feeling something bump his chest ever so lightly, Harry leaned back and opened his eyes just some. And immediately slammed them shut again, as his angle allowed him a fairly uncorrupted view of Blaise's fairly bare chest. As he pulled back, Blaise seemed pulled back to the world. And looking down, she blushed some and then smiled in her embarrassment and then clasped the bra quickly. Harry had turned and was turning red very quickly. "I am so sorry, Blaise."

She took his chin and turned his face to her. And with a smile, she winked. "I'm not." And then pulling him by his chin back to her, she kissed him again. This time, she pushed him back so she was on him again. With a gyrate of her hips that made all life in Harry almost leave him, she got up and walked toward the sound system, which had since died for some reason. Turning the system, which looked oddly muggle, a low thumping beat came on.

And looking to him, she came back over and jumped back on him, straddling his lap again. Every attempt he made to sit up was met with her pushing him down again. And bringing her hands up to her hair, pushing it up above her face, she started a slow grinding dance. And as it sped up, she seemed to go with it, before suddenly releasing her hair and grabbing the front of his shirt and yanking him violently up to her, and slamming her lips to his, this time a lot more insistent about what she wanted. And they explored each other's mouths for the remainder of the song. And their hands roamed, Blaise's finding their way up the front of his shirt, while Harry's alternate from her hair to her lower back.

As Blaise's hands raised higher, from his stomach toward his chest, he pulled back from her and pulled her to a standing position. He kissed her there, while the motion seemed to draw her hands from up his shirt. He had felt a stinging feeling in his heart the closer her hands had gotten to it, which bothered him. It hadn't hurt, it had just felt…awkward.

Blaise pulled back from him as the song went off and she went over and turned the system off. She then turned to him and looked at him. She shook her head before walking over and ruffling his hair some before grabbing his hand and walked with him out of the door. Harry assumed she was throwing him out, until they both walked down the stairs, her hand still in his, and into a sitting room. There sat Blaise's mother, reading a book of some kind while making notes on a parchment next to her.

Pushing Harry onto the loveseat that was nearest where Blaise's mother was working on the couch, before she, surprisingly, took a seat on his lap, her legs going over the arm of the couch, her way of sitting making it so that Harry could still see Mrs. Zabini. The woman was the first to speak, still not looking up too much from her writing.

"Well, I see you found her. Good. Now at least I won't have to hear her talking all about her 'Birdy-Boy' and how much she misses him." Blaise rolled her eyes and berated her mother, while Harry caught eyes with her and mouthed "Birdy-Boy" is confusion, shock and mild horror at the same time. "Yeah, see, she has been like, talking all about you. Good thing you got here instead of Hogwarts. At least this way, I can get this whole crush thing out of her system. And if not, then we can make the betrothal arrangements before you go back if it looks like it is going to work out."

Harry's jaw was falling more and more as this whole talk was continuing. Just a bit before, he had found out he was going to be married to Bellatrix Lestrange…or Black know, and now Blaise's mother was talking about marriage.

But looking to Blaise, the girl didn't look at all shocked by this. Instead, she seemed to be trying to adjust her bra, something that Harry averted his eyes from immediately. Blaise scoffed at this, and smiled deviously. "Here Harry, these are a few documents I have found about your family name. They have me going through your records for medicinal purposes, as well as for my own betrothal records." Harry blushed but reached out to take the papers. As he brought his hand back, he seemed to brush Blaise's breast. He blushed furiously and then moved both his hands so that they were as far out of the way as he could get them from anything provocative on her body.

Blaise groaned before taking his hand. She held it for a moment before looking to him, as he seemed to be about to stutter an apology. She rolled her eyes before taking the hand she held, and placing it, palm first, on her breast. She held it there, as Harry sat there, in shock. Eventually, he calmed his shock, and moments later, she released his hand. She looked to his confused face. "Look, Harry. If all goes as it seems by the papers and what my mother is going through, you are going to be here for a while. Let's face it, I like you, I like you a lot, and I don't even know why. But regardless, you are going to be here, and around me. Contact is going to happen, and more than likely I will initiate it early on. So get used to it. Its just me, little ol' Blaisey. So calm down."

Harry looked at her during her speech, his hand still on her breast. He nodded, before grinning darkly and giving the breast a squeeze before putting his hand down and reaching for the papers again.

"You're right Gaby, he is a bit too Slytherin to have been put in Gryffindor rightly. Its kinda…cute." And Harry stared with horror at Blaise's mother, whom he had forgot completely was in the room. And he was going to freak out before she smiled at him. Blaise got up to go into the next room, and Harry looked to Mrs. Zabini, expecting for her to blow up on him. She didn't.

"Don't worry about it, Harry. Besides, I can't exactly freak out when you do things like that. Its better I know now to knock when I go into Blaise's room for the rest of the summer, and more importantly, I know that, for whatever reason, you have been able to avoid the pit of depression, be it by means of my daughter or something else. But whatever it is, it needs to continue."

And then she winked at him. "Besides, I was young once, too."

Harry expected his room to be somewhere down on the other side of the house, especially due to his and Blaise's…current state of relations. But, apparently Mrs. Zabini had no intention of separating them, and in fact, told Harry that he could sleep in the girl's room if he wanted to. She trusted him to not take anything too far or take advantage of her daughter, but also told him she knew anything that happened would be Blaise's idea or alright with her, because she knew her daughter could defend herself.

However, Harry's rightful room in the house was right next to Blaise's. It was a nice room, with light colored interior and a nice, large sleigh bed with the softest comforter he had felt since he left Hogwarts. He had gone in and set the backpack down in there, watching as the bed seemed to sink under the weight of the backpack, showing the softness of the mattress. He opened the pack, and pulled out one of his old tomes he had taken from the school. He found the backpack could hold more than it seemed possible that it should, but figuring it was charmed, he never looked much into it.

He placed the book down on the bed before feeling slender arms wrap around his waist from behind. He turned in the embrace and looked at Blaise. She leaned up and kissed him lightly, and he smiled. "Ok, I'm not objecting, but what is with all the affection? It's a good thing, and I love it, really Blaise, I do, but it seems like every time you are around me, you are touching me."

"Harry, my mother told me an abridged version of what happened to you." Harry's eyes darkened some. "And I am trying to show you that people care about you. That touch is good. That women aren't all bad and evil bitches like her. And above all, I guess I am trying to show you that I want you for you, and nothing else." Harry sighed and leaned down to peck her lips.

Something about this whole relationship seemed so…"hyper-speed" to him, as a show Dudley had been watching said once. It was all happening so fast, feelings had established there so fast that it left him still whirling from the initial kiss, nonetheless all of them since. "Besides, I just think you are kinda cute, ya know?" And with another kiss, Blaise jumped up on Harry's bed, and seemed to sink right into it. And she grabbed the book and looked at it.

"What's this?" She asked him, barely being able to hold the book up.

"Some 'Light reading' as they say."

"You have been around Granger too damned much." And then the humor was gone. "Uh…Harry, speaking of that…"

Harry chuckled before running a finger down her jaw line. "There is nothing between Hermione and I. Seriously. I mean, I don't know, there probably could have been if events hadn't transpired as they had, but, we will never know, will we?" And as he stopped, he opened the window before he started to pull off his shirt. It had gotten a bit hot in the process of all of the kissing and the heat of the house. As he did, she caught him off guard.

"Not that. I mean…what if they don't want to accept you…and me?" Harry stopped in the middle of taking off the shirt before continuing and taking the shirt off, dropping it to the floor before looking to the girl's downcast face. "I mean, I shouldn't care about the opinions of a know-it-all muggle-born with the Albert Einstein haircut, and a redheaded hothead, excuse the pun, with a bottomless pit for a stomach and a black hole for a brain, but…they are your friends…and you matter so much to me."

Harry looked at her before smiling and leaning down to her. "Don't call my friends names." She stuck her tongue out at him. "Besides, if they can't handle that, and value my friendship so little that they will fight me over me being with someone that makes me happy, then screw them. And if they make an issue over you and I when I am to be married to fucking Bellatrix Lestrange, then I will be questioning their sanity and sending them to your mother immediately."

Blaise smiled at him, before gasping and then smirking darkly at him. "So, what are we are going to do all summer while we are in this huge house…all alone…?" Harry raised an eyebrow. "My mother has work, and that leaves you and me unless my aunt drops by, which I am doubting."

"What about your job?"

"We can't exactly leave you here unattended, we don't trust you yet, you are, after all, like, a trouble magnet and shit. Besides, I fully plan on quitting as soon as I feel the need to walk to the phone. But I can't seem to go, since I can't pull myself away from you long enough to make the call." Harry nodded as he stretched out his back and arms. "That was a major compliment, you ass. Act like it."

"Yes Mistress." Harry muttered lamely, before stretching his legs some. And then he laughed to himself. "Yes, my freckled goddess." And then he burst out laughing at her grumpy face. He smiled and leaned over and kissed her lightly before going back to his stretching.

"Nice one, Kid. I leave you alone for a few hours and this. Hey, you proved to me you aren't scared of women. And she's a cute one too." They both looked over to see Kyoto crouching on the windowsill. Harry knew he was at least 2, if not 3 stories up, but he didn't doubt Kyoto's ability. The man stepped into the room before smiling brightly at Harry, and then at Blaise. "Hello. I'm…well, since you seem to be involved with Baby Bro here, I guess you can call me Kyoto. Kyoto Nox." Blaise inclined her head in acknowledgement, as the white haired man stretched his back in an exaggerated gesture that left him almost bent at the waist and parallel to the ground from there. Standing, he smiled before seemed to produce a box from nowhere at all. He handed it to Harry, who looked at him in confusion.

"A present, from me to you. So you can grow up to be just like me." Harry groaned.

"And why would I want to do that?" Harry asked.

"And why would he want to do that?" Blaise asked at the same time.

Kyoto looked stunned by the question, as if he was in shock it had been asked. "Because I am the coolest mutha this side of Hell, that's why!"

Harry looked at Blaise, and then back to Kyoto. "That made no sense and you know it."

"So what." Was the answer before the man motioned for Harry to open the box. Harry did so, and was shocked to see a pair of amazing boots. They were boots and on the top of the boot, on the toe, was a casing of shimmering metal. The boots were jet black, and had an appearance of not being made out of normal boot material, but something softer, and more like fur almost in some place, while other places looked like black metal. There were no laces, but instead what looked like miniature belts connecting one side to the other. The heel was heavy, and overall they looked like kick-ass shoes.

Harry looked to see Kyoto wearing similar boots, and Harry smiled before trying them on. The second he put them on, he was absorbed by how comfortable they were, while at the same time being weighted just like the backpack. They were amazingly comfortable and made him feel like he never wanted to take them off. And they fit perfectly.

Smiling, Harry thanked the man. "Not a problem, kid. Just making sure when I take off next time, you can keep up and I don't have to save you any more. Besides, that's what friends are for." And with that and a salute, he walked over to the window before turning and going to the backpack. He tossed it one-handed to Harry, who caught it deftly and threw it back without bending his knees or any other physical signs of it impacting him. "Good." And the man seemed to make an adjustment before tossing it back, and Harry stumbled back some. It must have weighed 50 pounds then, if not more.

And with one last grin, Kyoto was gone.

"What the hell was that all about?" Blaise asked.

"That, Blaisey, was an old friend deciding to be as he normally is, a helpful, insane bastard."

"Is he really your brother…?"

"No, I'm an only child. He seems to have adopted me, though. Which isn't so bad considering how powerful he is, I love the idea of him watching my back." And with a smile, Harry tackled her back on the bed and kissed her again.