Chapter 5: Third Hour Continued

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Lord Lelouch: Yes there's a back story of them and quite big one enough to become a parallel story. The events do differ from HBP and DH but basic story is same. As for Harry's skills he certainly won't be a luck prone Boy-Who-Lived with some Gryffindor bravery. I don't see much Politics being involved in a story with timeline of 12 hours. Exams went fine so your good luck wish worked. And the chapter is certainly longer as you can see.

Ceo55: You must be wondering when my September 5 would come since its October 5. Well you see I got busy in my college work but I'm back with new vigor for all my readers.

I have decided to include the history of their relationship in between the main story throughout the story so I get more space to describe things.

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Now its new chappy time.

Summary: Voldemort's dead, but the death eaters have not disappeared they have just gone underground. What's more? Astoria's been kidnapped and Death Eaters are behind it. Daphne has got 12 hours to uncover the plot and rescue her sister with someone's help. Ch5 up and a lemon included.

'thoughts'

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Chapter: Third Hour Continued

10:50 A.M

In one place Daphne was still lost in her reverie, in another place a certain raven haired man was incidentally moving along same memories.

Flashback

Harry was walking along the murky dusty corridor of the third floor, the least visited area of the school. The door to the second classroom just passed. He stopped before the third classroom, looked both the sides of the aisle and then pushed the door open. Entire room was empty with some chairs placed haphazardly. The room was dull and dimly lit like the halls. He walked in cautiously and reassured for the room to be empty. He looked at his wrist watch and the time was 7 p.m, about time they served the dinner. He took a random chair and waited for her to come. She had sent another message about when to meet.

Suddenly felt he was not alone, he looked around only find the other person in a dark corner besides the untouched door. She was her as usual calm and composed nature. She looked at him enjoying his gobsmacked state, and greeted, "Evening Potter".

He continued to stare at her for a few seconds then asked, "Disillusionment?"

"No Potter, a much better spell. It is actually Shadow confinement. The name may be misleading but it's a very effective spell, as it works almost like your invisibility cloak by hiding the caster and their movements in the shadows completely. The only problem is that you can't do other spells while using it."

"Never heard of this spell before." He commented.

"A Greengrass specialty. We were originally assassins for the pureblood families before and during Grendelwald period." She explained equably.

Five years in Hogwarts he had learned one thing that you could never expect a Slytherin to share any kind of facts, and yet here was one of the most reserved Slytherin initiating a civil conversation with him. The only reason she would do this was that she sought something from him. "What do you want from me?"

She smirked, "Straight to point, not very Gryffindor of you Potter."

"It's the best way to deal with a Slytherin." He countered.

Her smirk if not only grew, "My answer is that, I need your help." For Harry the statement was entirely out of earthly reference. He looked a mix of someone waking up to the wrong end of the wand while wondering how it happened in the first place.

"What does that mean?" he asked warily.

"Exactly what you heard. Long story short suddenly I'm not a very likely person whom to associate with in Slytherin. And that is why I need your help. You will teach me how to defend myself and my sister in a situation." She concluded precisely. And Harry knew she was not telling everything.

"Why me? Why not your friends? Surely you would have someone you can trust in your house." He returned.

"What do you know of Slytherins?" she asked smartly.

"Just that they do show unity on a upper front but what goes inside I can only guess." He replied.

"You got that right. We maybe united on upper front but inside it's not a fairy tale. But that's not the agenda. What I want is your reply on my original request. Will you help me?" she looked straight in his eyes and tried passive Legilimency. Though she didn't pry much deeper but she knew one thing that his defense was worse than an average occlumence of his age. Even his natural defense had been ruptured by the amateur training he must have received.

"How can I believe what you are saying? After all you could sell me off to Voldemort for your 'security'." He emphasized on 'security'.

Daphne narrowed her eyes with a stoic expression set on her just a few seconds earlier jovial face, "I expected this question….. To make it clear, I never had and won't ever associate with a Death Eater or their groupies and certainly won't with that snake face. Just know this, my family has always remained neutral in all the wars of Voldemort, if ever forced we will still not go over to his side no matter what."

Harry knew words could be bent and twisted so believing them alone won't get you lead in right direction, "My question's still the same; how do I take you on your word?"

Even though her straight forwardness won't let her control the direction of the conversation but it was a required sacrifice, "What will convince you?" she asked patiently.

"The honest truth." He answered plainly.

Her eyes downcast, "Fine, to put it simply, my sister and I are both in danger. This summer something… disastrous happened with us, our only safe guard is this castle as long as we remain in a teacher's sight. Even our dorms have turned into the hunting and recruiting grounds of future Death Eaters. I need some extra protection and support which can keep them at bay away from us." Even the thought of things that could transpire in the bowels of the castle made her feel disgusted. Contrary to the belief bestiality did accompany status in society though not prominent in some but still present somewhere in the backdrop. It is up to you how to use this skill; it's your conduct and act that counts in the end. She looked back in his eyes with all sincerity, "Potter I know you got supporters but I know who are real and who are fake and freeloaders. Potter I believe, that you have fought Voldemort one on one, you may call it luck but I call it skill you can't just escape him when he counts all your little movements. If you like it this way we can keep it a deal. I told you what I want from you and I know I have something that you want. What do you think?"

"So you want me to teach you how to fight back and in return you give me something that I want. What do you know of my needs?" he countered.

"Right now, a way to survive this downfall. We both know you lack the proper skills to fight him one on one and defeat him. Courage can get you just so far. I can give you knowledge and some other skills which I will be better than you at. Dumbledore may treat you as a golden boy Potter, but face the truth he won't be there always and you have to learn to stand on your own. He can't look after you every time. There will be a moment that you won't be able to protect yourself even under his watch full eye, what will you do then? How will you fight?"

A vivid recollection skimmed through his mind of how easily Voldemort had gained almost complete control over him effortlessly. He had almost killed Dumbledore, and before he was helpless when Sirius died, he was weak when tried the Crutiatis on Bellatrix while she laughed at his attempts. She even went ahead to explain him how to perform the spell. No he couldn't let this happen he had already lost too much, further loss was unaffordable. He looked in her eye regretting the fact he couldn't use passive legilimence to know what other thinks about. But he saw sincerity, seriousness, hope, laced with a bit of fear and maybe truthfulness that whatever she had said was genuine. "What can you give?" he asked astutely.

"I know that your occlumency is bad. I am efficient at both passive and active leglimence and occlumency, not up to Voldemort's but sufficient against the Death Eaters, after all it is a survival instinct passed down our family. So I don't need to intrude your mind forcefully to know your shields, I can feel it from the surface. Besides that I can provide with a wide selection of spells ranging from destructive to assassination explicit, some dark some not so dark. Summing it up, entire Greengrass library of spells. This is what I can give you." She reclined back on her seat and waited for his reply.

He could see it was a deal to profit from, besides where else could he get such an assortment of spells with a good conversant help. He needed help to survive the oncoming war and he knew it. "Okay we got a deal. I teach you how to defend and you provide me with the knowledge." He held out his hand.

She took it gracefully without a pause and shook it, "It's a deal." They both rested back on their chair going over the deal.

"What now?" Harry asked.

"We can start right away with the occlumency training if you want." She proposed. He agreed with it.

"Did you have any kind of training with it before?" she had sensed that he had, as to the degree his natural shields had been ruptured she could see his previous experience was not one to share.

He looked down to the floor; he still hated Snape for playing with his mind instead of helping him, "Yes, last year Dumbledore assigned Snape to teach me Occlumency. Not a great job he did at that." He always attributed to it the fact that Voldemort intruded his mind easily just because Snape couldn't care less about his nemeses son.

"I can see that. You will have to just forget everything he taught you, we start afresh. Now follow me…" she closed her eyes took a deep breath in, and slowly released it. Her movements caught Harry's teenaged eyes' attention and he could not help but watch her chest rise and slowly fall. When he realized what he was doing, he felt flushed and closed his eyes, trying to clear his thoughts, lest he embarrass himself.

He followed her lead and "Good," he heard her soft voice. "Keep your eyes closed and let your mind go still. You can't think of nothing for very long, therefore you must think of something. So I want you to find a memory, or really an image, of something that is very neutral, very same, very uniform, and preferably all encompassing. It can be an image of the sky, the water in the ocean if you've been there, a large table cloth that's a single color, or whatever you know and can easily pull up. Tell me when you have that."

Harry searched his memories. A school robe did not seem big enough. The sky seemed too impersonal. The lake at Hogwarts might do. Then he remembered something from his childhood - lying in his cupboard. He would lay there with his eyes open and just experience the absolute darkness at night; he was not able to see his hand in front of his face most nights. He took that blackness and easily brought it to the front of his mind and let it sit there for a few seconds. It was easy to hold it. "OK," he finally told her.

"Very good." Her voice was still very soft. "Just think about that image, become one with it, make it you. Know it so well that anything else is wrong and you instantly know it. Anything else is a ripple, a light spot or a dark spot, it's an imperfection. Become the sameness."

Harry pulled the darkness to him letting it wash over and through him. He nodded slightly.

The voice came back from far away. "Now, I'm going to try something very gentle. When you feel the disturbance, let it push against your image so you know where it is and then wrap your image around it. Contain the imperfection in a pocket of your image and hold it here." The voice paused before it softly said, "Legilimens."

Suddenly, there was a tiny spark of light from the left side. Harry pushed the darkness towards the spot, then like a blanket, he let it wrap around the spark and the spark went away. He smiled to himself. Another spark came from his right, it was easily findable. He also wrapped it up and smothered it.

"Very good, Harry. Now come back to me, Harry. Come to my voice and open your eyes."

Slowly, the darkness faded and he felt like he was back in the room. Opening his eyes, he saw Daphne with a big smile on her face.

"Congratulations, Harry. You've successfully repelled a mental attack with Occlumency."

He hissed, "Yes!", and pumped his fist into the air. Daphne laughed. He looked at her all in smiles. "That was so much better than Snape I could hug you." As he realized what he said he turned red and looked away.

Daphne lightly laughed. "So much for the famed Gryffindor courage. Come here you big prat, I won't bite," she teased him and opened her arms.

Screwing up his courage, Harry leaned forward and gave her a light hug. He had no idea why she was doing this, but he accepted it anyway. "Thank you so much," he fiercely told her. As she patted his back a few times, he realized she was a combination of hard muscle and soft flesh. She felt very nice. Pulling away, he looked at her a little differently.

"What?" she asked.

"You're, uh, you've got a lot more muscle than I expected." He blushed again as he realized how forward that might sound.

She chuckled at him and her expression softened. "I do some exercises to stay in shape to more easily keep the boys in line. I'm not nearly as muscular as a boy, but I'm sure I'm more so than the average girl. If you really like muscles on a girl, you should get together with Millicent." She smiled wickedly at him.

He shook his head quickly. "No thanks!"

Daphne smiled. "You're something else, Potter. I suppose I didn't know what you were really like, what with all the rumors, but you're really a nice guy underneath all the hype."

"Thanks," he had trouble looking at her. "You're pretty nice too. I didn't know what to expect and I couldn't really find out much about you other than you're smart, or at least you make good grades. You seem so above everything, but I finally worked out that was just a side-effect from knowing Occlumency."

She acknowledged that with a nod. "Very good reasoning. It's a shame we never really got to know one another sooner, you're not bad Potter."

"Harry, all my friends call me Harry."

With a tilt of her head as if thinking it through, she finally smiled at him. "And I'm Daphne. Well, let's call it a night. Before next time, I want you to practice drawing that image up to the front of your mind. The more you practice the faster you'll be able to do it. Eventually, you'll do it so fast it's like it's always there for you."

"All right. How about Saturday night?" he asked.

She smirked at him. "Are you trying to ask me out on a date, Harry?"

He raised both eyebrows in surprise. "Huh? What?"

"'arry… 'arry" a distant voice came from somewhere around him.

FLASHBACK ENDS

"'arry… 'arry are you wiz me?" the voice was soft, melodious and carried a French touch with it.

The raven haired black man blinked twice and looked around. The pair of emeralds met with a pair of dark golden eyes. The man better known as Harry Potter among the masses had been doing this a lot lately. Just like that no matter the place or time he would become lost in past forgetting about his surroundings completely like right now when they were climbing up the stairs.

"Yeah, Lyra" he smiled at her.

"Look at my baby 'e looks so tired. Poor guy, zey make do a lot of work. Ain't zey?" she asked pouting a little to give the extra cute look, while caressing his cheeks.

"Yeah a lot." Harry agreed wearily and leaned in her soft palms. He brought her hands to his mouth and kissed it lightly.

"Not to worry anymore, now zat you are wiz me." Her accented sultry voice rolling in his ears making him want drown in it. She kissed lightly on the corner of his lips. Slowly drifting it in the center but just when he was about to capture them she moved away. A confident and evil smirk dancing on her red lips, "Uh… uh… uhh, not so fast. First open the door. And zen I freshen up. And zen…" she lazily drifted her daintily trimmed nail over his already half open shirt beneath the informal leather coat and stopped just above the belt. Harry groaned and took hold of her, "What if I don't want to wait?" he asked mock forcefully as his eyes told the truth.

"Zen who stopped you, monsieur." She whispered softly. He looked in the depths of her eyes, he saw himself and something akin to hunger, lust and no regrets, something they both were right now feeling for each other. He covered the distance between them and captured her lips lightly. One of his favourite thing of her was the way she tasted, vanilla with a hint of honey.

She melted in his arms and pressed her lips into his. He shifted against her lips and slowly plucked on her upper lip. She returned his gesture by sucking on his lower lip. They alternately changed their positions against other's lips. His hand slowly drifted down her back and rested lightly on her voluptuous ass and squeezed it a bit, causing her to take deep breath. He chose that very moment to make a move. He slipped his tongue down her vulnerable mouth rolling over her soft tongue. She gasped under him and started sucking his tongue. He moved it over her teeth and gums exploring every nook and corner of perfect mouth. She made to push him off her mouth to gain access to his mouth, but he proved to be more rigid and stronger. She leaked some of her aura to mollify him, but unfortunately for her he did prove to be as resilient as Fleur had told her.

"That's ineffective on me." Harry goaded but that was his mistake, as Lyra assaulted him and gained control over the situation by keeping him confined in his mouth. The one thing that she loved about him was that taste of fresh air of him, she loved flying and he was just like her. His muscular jaw worked placidly and adjusted to her need. She licked on his inner cheeks and fought with his tongue. This was not the best but one of her fantasied kiss. She was about to plunge deeper but he moved back. Still close to her face he whispered serenely, "You wanted to freshen up… Well that's the room." He pointed to the bathroom in the room.

Lyra looked around and was impressed (astonished but Harry needn't know that) that they had already reached his room. "Awww… and 'ere I zought zat you were enjoying ze kiss." She pouted and pretended to look disheartened.

Harry knew the game but tonight his prize was in losing the game, "Alright, we do whatever you want." He conceded. And it brought one of the brightest smiles on her face he had ever seen, "You are my sweeeeetest baby mon amour." she kissed on his cheek merrily and sauntered to the bathroom.

He chuckled and moved to remove his clothing. He removed his shirt and stood there bare chested when a sudden gust of wind blew in. He went to the window and closed it. He saw the reflection on the window. He saw himself staring back at him and behind him a familiar elegant attractive raven black haired woman. He quickly turned around only to find Lyra standing there trying to reach out to him.

"'arry what 'appened. you look stressed. 'arry you know you can share eet wiz me." She was genuinely concerned for him.

"Nothing I was just imagining." He waved it off casually.

"Are you sure?" she asked again.

"Yeah, trust me I'm fine… Annnnnd Ohhhh man just look at you. You are … I mean just … like seraph." She indeed looked like a seraph just graced upon the mortal lands from the high heavens. Her body as perfect as you could imagine, the curves just where they should be. She was graced with long athletic supporting her lithe body, her golden waist length hair cascading down her shoulder covering her half chest. Her smooth belly inviting him to kiss it, lick it and play with it as long as he could. The belly button played hide and seek with him behind her golden hair. He noticed that she was already aroused as he could clearly make out the shape of her hardened nipple behind one of the only two piece of clothing that stuck to her like her skin.

His stammering enticed a dulcet giggling from her, "Oooooo big boy you flatter me." she purred. Her rising and falling chest made him skip a heartbeat or two.

"It's nothing but the truth." He smiled. He couldn't wait anymore, he had already been tortured enough by her just standing there and teasing him with her aphrodisiacal self.

"Awwww come 'ere, come to your angel." She opened her arms for Harry.

He grinned and scooped her up in his arms; she straddled him by his waist and removed the bangs of hair from his eyes. They both starred in each other's eyes and she leaned in to capture his lips. They kissed slowly enjoying the other's closeness. He gently lowered her on the bed without losing the contact and settled beside her. He parted with her mouth and drifted on her flawless jawline. He moved onto the neck and kissed just below her ear lobe and gave her a hickey to remember. She hissed and he proceeded down her neck.

She was loving just the way he was treating her. Goosebumps ran down her spine when kissed just below her ear. She gasped and bit him on the ear lovingly. While he ministered her shoulder she nibbled on his ear lobe. Her hands moved down his waist and undid the leather belt. Then she unbuttoned his Levis jeans, unzipped the fly and tugged on it remove it. Harry complied with her and lifted himself a bit to let his jeans slip down. Now he was just in his boxers. She made him lie on his back with her still straddling him. She bent down and kissed him deeply. Then she slowly moved down on his muscular chest. She gently moved over his chest and felt his abs. she moved again back to his lips and continued kissing him. Meanwhile her hand skimmed over his Greek god style torso and tugged on his boxers. He again complied with her and let her remove his only clothe. She gazed at his member with lust and hunger. He was not unnaturally large or thick but normal. "You are good." She gripped him tightly and slowly moved her hand jacking him up and down while her other hand explored his torso.

He couldn't define how much he was enjoying it. He groaned, "Lyra" and slowly moved his hand upto her chest, he rubbed and pinched her nipples above bra making her moan his name, "'arry". His other hand moved to the hook of her bra and undid it. He hooked a finger under a strap of her brassier and tugged it down. It simply slid off her milky smooth shoulder. But her clothe got stuck in between her breast and her arm. He pulled her other strap down and the bra dropped down effortlessly revealing a pair of voluptuous D cup breasts. He marveled the picturesque sight in front of him, a blonde bare above waist straddling him, her eyes closed and lips slightly parted and chest moving rhythmically with each placid breath, something out of dream. His already stiff member started throbbing with the extra blood now cycling through it. Her wet womanhood was just lumbering above him so he made the effort to push his pelvis against her. She gasped but started teasing him by sensually rubbing against him while kissing him hard. Her breasts pressed hard against his chest, he could feel the stiffness of her nipples poking him.

Lyra looked down and grinned mischievously at him while conjuring two strips of satin. She took his right hand over his head and tied it to the wooden headboard of the bed. When she bent down her breast swayed like bob of pendulum just above his face. He lifted his head and caught her erect nipple in his mouth and slowly sucked on it. She hissed then giggled and continued tying his other hand. After securing both his hands against the headboard she bent down further giving Harry more access to her racks.

He buried his head completely in their warmth, and enjoyed the arousing aroma filling his senses. He slowly kissed on the inner sides of those visually pristine danglers inciting throaty grunts and shuddered breath from her. She pushed him further in her cleavage encouraging his actions. He grinned and continued licking and kissing them. He shifted and took her nipple in her mouth and started fondling it skillfully with his tongue. He could feel her wetness on his penis as she pressed her hot core hard against him. Her heavy breath ruffling his hair, suddenly she heaved and moaned loudly, "'arryyyyyy…" and her chest moved frantically as Harry increased his pace on her breasts. A deep shuddered pant and she fell on him with him panting still buried in her cleavage, her intoxicating aroma accompanied with the scent of her juice and sweat assaulted his senses.

She moved down and kissed him deeply while removing her skimpy love juice soaked underwear. She grinned and stood up. His eyes tried look everywhere on her body at the same time. She was clean shaved with her hot pink core throbbing for more action. Her juices were flowing down her inner thighs; it only made him want her more desperately. She turned around and wiggled her heart shaped derriere to aggravate him and giggled when he groaned. She turned back to him and slowly lowered herself. The tip of his penis was rubbing on her swollen hot entrance; she grabbed it and slowly inserted the head in her folds. They both moaned and she bent to lock her lips with his, her tongue fighting him with all force while Harry gradually progressed inside her hot wet silky folds.

The feeling of ecstasy overwhelmed him and he wanted to thrust in with full force. He looked in her eyes and asked, "Ready?" she nodded and he rammed in hard. She chose his shoulder to relive her stress. The deeper he went the deeper her nails and teeth dug in him. They paused for her to adjust to him while sharing a passionate kiss. He knew she was fine when her hips started rolling and her wet warm folds sucked him while she moved. She moved slowly in a circular way to adjust him in a better way. "Uhhh… Lyra…" his pelvis automatically grinded in her. She sat up straight and started picking up tempo with Harry moving along her. Her creamy white breasts jiggling and bouncing with her each round up and down accompanied with those sexy grunts and moans, they were making him hornier. He started pushing deeper in her and she gasped and laughed enjoying his actions. She groaned and hissed, "Yessss… deeper… faster… harder. Ohhh Mon Dieu 'arry"

He was at his limit and he knew he would come anytime so he started slamming harder; her folds were sucking him with renewed vigor as he knew she was also near. Her panting and breathing his name made him want to hold her close to him while he filled her with his love seeds. He pulled his hands with all his might and tore the cloth binding him. He brought her down and greedily sucked on her on her breasts while speeding up. Her walls were growing thicker making it tougher for him to move, he could feel her body shiver as she was ready to release. He growled "Yeah cum for me baby." He could feel his pre cum already mixing with her previous load and smoothing up his movements.

She could not hold it any longer he had proven to be a tougher challenge to her, she screamed "ARRY I'M CUMMING. Ugh… Ughhh… Ummmmm… Oh! 'arry Oh!" she started bucking deeper in him while he pumped harder in her. She growled and hissed, "Awhhhhh… Yesss…..Yessss". Her eyes closed and her breath got stuck a heartbeat or two missed, she released her flood and felt Harry fill her womb. They both panted and in between shared small kisses while releasing their last of the load.

He felt their warm love juices leaking down his shaft. He settled both of them down on the bed and slowly removed himself from her but kept himself on her clits. She made to protest for him detaching from her but he kissed her deep and passionately while covering themselves with a blanket.

"Zat was a very good one, Mon amour" she whispered in is ears and gave it love hitch.

"I know that already." He whispered back while nibbling her neck. He looked at the door of his room and groaned, "Don't be surprised if someone bursts through that door." He warned her.

And shortly after he said that the door did burst open, "Finally I found you." A triumph looking Neville Longbottom strode in the room disregarding the condition of the occupants. He looked around and found his object of search in the bed wrapped in arms of a smoking hot blonde Veela. "Did I interrupt something?" he asked casually.

"Yes." Harry answered condescendingly.

"Never mind I got work for you." This was Neville's way of revenge, after all Harry had disrupted his last evening with Susan Bones and that too not in a very civil way like he did to him now.

Time was 11:15 A.M

CHAPTER ENDS….

A long long wait, a long long chapter with a bonus lemon.

Next up – Harry meets with Daphne. What's gonna happen when come face to face after such a long time and with the circumstances where time is so important to Daphne.

Chater 3 of A debt this week and Chater 11 of The Bond next week.

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