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CHAPTER TWO: A WELCOME RETURN?
As the Indian summer continued across England on September First Wizarding families gathered on Platform 9 ¾ to send their children off to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. From fresh face first years to seasoned seventh years all were excited to be returning to Hogwart's this year though some were unusually quiet as they hoisted their trunks through the late summer heat. Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley for example looked around tiredly at the new faces and the familiar ones. The latter was tall and gangly having grown a lot, now the six-foot sixteen-year-old looked at his feet glumly. On the other hand the former though upset was trying to hide her excitement from her redheaded boyfriend. She was happy to be returning to the old castle and books, her mind whizzed through every title as she pushed her trolley alongside her boyfriend and ultimately her best friend.
" Now no trouble," Molly Weasley said to her youngest son while smiling at his girlfriend then was interrupted, " Ginevra Weasley, why did you wear that?"
" Without Harry there will be no trouble," Ron answered sulkily at the same moment a stunning young woman stepped onto the platform. All around her gawped as the adults looked scandalous that parent would let their daughter out in such clothes. Silky auburn hair hung to the small of her back just over a silk-red dress, which left little to the imagination. Long lean legs peeked out and the dress fitted perfectly over young not-so-subtle curves. Anyone would be surprised to know that Molly Weasley had let her only daughter out in the man-eater dress. Chocolate brown eyes surveyed the surroundings from a golden brown face with high cheekbones and soft, full lips painted crimson. In a word she looked like an Egyptian goddess.
" Because Mother, I like getting dressed up," she answered. Her tone implied boredom but Ginny Weasley was far from bored.
" Since you returned from that Camp in America, you have been acting strangely," Molly said exasperated.
" It wasn't the camp," came the reply as they pushed through the crowd to the train. Abruptly a hush fell over the crowd as someone stepped from the secret entrance. He strode languidly onto the platform in what could be only described as an Armani suit. It was white and went well with the young mans pale blond locks. Grey eyes surveyed the crowd looking for friends as a smile tugged at his lips. Draco Malfoy was amused.
" What the hell's gotten into him?" Ron murmured.
" I've heard from my girlfriends that he got into the Muggle celebrity scene, apparently his father is a Duke in the Muggle world," Ginny replied.
" Lucius Malfoy, a duke?" Ron laughed, " He hates the Muggle world,"
" Apparently his family is well known in both worlds, he despises Muggles but no doubt he uses them to further his estates," She answered, " But from what I hear he got in with some other young rich Muggles and met Giorgio Armani at a party in Italy,"
" Giorgio Armani?" Ron asked.
" Merlin Ron, you need to get into the Muggle world more. Giorgio Armani is only one of the top designers of the world. He's designed for the rich and famous," said Hermione when a second man entered.
" Whose the hottie?" Ginny whispered to Hermione and the young woman had to agree. He wore a dark black suit, which he pulled off impeccably. Underneath the jacket was a pure white shirt with black buttons and no collar. He looked tanned with an angled face and chiselled jaw. His black hair was sleek and gelled. Black wraparound sunglasses adorned his face hiding his eyes reflecting the stunned and flushed faces of the crowd. Even Molly blushed at the handsome young man; only Hermione noticed he had a fingerless leather glove upon his right hand.
" Will you be okay?" a man asked from behind the handsome young one. He had light brown hair and light eyes. The man wore a dark cloak but lighter clothing beneath it. He hugged him then looked to Draco.
" You're looking very stylish, Draco," he said.
" Thank you Drak," He returned and disappeared. The crowd began to go about its business trying to ignore these three as they all tried to get on the train.
" Who do you think he was?" Ginny asked Hermione.
" I don't know but I recognize him from somewhere," Hermione returned, " The suit he was wearing looked to be Giovanni Versace, another Italian designer,"
" What's with the Muggle suits?" Ron asked as they dropped their trunks off with one of the porters.
" It might be the new in thing," Hermione answered as they took their seats in a compartment.
" Well I won't get into it," Ron huffed. The door slid open ad the tall handsome young man stood watching them from behind the mirrored glasses.
" May I join you?" he purred his voice as smooth as silk.
" Of course come in," Hermione said and he sat down next to Ginny.
" What's your name and what year are you going to enter?" Ron asked curious.
" You don't remember your best friend?" he asked a smile tugging at his lips.
" H-Harry, you look different?" Hermione said surprised.
" Have I changed that much?" Harry asked in return.
" You look older, like seventeen or eighteen," Hermione said, " you can't have changed that much in two months,"
" After I left the Dursley's I worked out a lot, ate properly and visited the barber," Harry answered, " I didn't think I'd changed that much,"
He seemed so different, Hermione thought, yet you could still see glimpses of the old Harry. Ron seemed to shake off his shock at the change in his best friend and grinned at him.
" C'mon take off the sunglasses, let's see those eyes of yours," Ron said reaching for the sunglasses. Striking rapidly Harry grabbed the redheads' arm and twisted it with ferocious speed. Ron's face belied his agony as he crunched his teeth.
" Don't touch the sunglasses," Harry growled and released his arm, Ron sat back surprised and upset his friend had changed so much, " Look I don't like people touching my sunglasses ok?"
" O-ok, I'll try to remember," Ron replied as Harry broke into a grin. His old personality seemed to return as Ron grinned with his best friend shakily.
" I know why you have Hermione in here," Harry said, " but who's this young lady?"
" That's Ginny," Ron said almost darkly.
" It seems I'm not the only one that's gone though a change," Harry grinned, " You're absolutely sparkling, Miss Weasley,"
" What do we have here then?" a voice sneered from the compartment door. All four turned to look at Draco Malfoy in his white Armani suite. Goyle and Crabbe seemed to be hanging behind him as per usual.
" Nice suit Draco," Harry said evenly " I never knew you were into Muggle Fashion,"
" What? Who are you to discuss what I should and shouldn't wear?" Draco asked narrowing his eyes.
" Harry Gryffindor-Potter, last of a long wizarding line as old as the Malfoy's," He answered. Malfoy was almost silent for a second, no one in recent history had dared announced they were one of the founder's heirs.
" You've returned then? And friends with my cousin Drak,"
" Save it Malfoy, you're not the only bad boy at Hogwart's anymore,"
Draco didn't know what to say but instead reached for something under his white blazer but paused as Harry opened his jacket to reveal to shoulder holsters beneath his armpits which held two Muggle handguns. The pair of handcrafted silver Sig Sauer P226's had Gryffindors emblem on the hilt.
" Open your jacket Ferret, and keep your hands well away," Draco so revealing similar shoulder holsters with dark green Glock 18 Handguns with a strange looking arms on the hilt.
" Looks like we're at a standoff, Potty." Malfoy replied hands twitching.
" Stay out of my way Malfoy, you may think you're a bad boy but your not," Harry answered and turned his back dismissing the other boy. Draco growled and banged out of the compartment and down the train. Harry found himself look into three pairs of astonished eyes.
" Do they work?" Hermione asked.
" Where did you get them?" Ron asked at the same time.
" Of course they work, Hermione. I wouldn't wear them if they didn't work or if I didn't know how to use them," Harry replied, " During the summer I learnt a few new things about myself and my family. I had these made personally for me,"
" Wow that was like some kind of Muggle Western," Ron said the laughed, " I bet old McGonagall is gonna flip,"
" You know some Muggle stuff then," Ginny sneered.
" How can you be concerned about TV and Professor McGonagall when Harry has live guns and ammunition," Hermione screeched.
" Why do you need them?" Ron enquired sighing.
" Both Malfoy and I come from noble backgrounds, we both have enemies so I guess Malfoy like myself decided that Muggle technology would help with that protection,"
" But don't you have to be eighteen to have gun and legally you're not allowed to carry them in public unless you are some kind of gun police," Hermione ever the know-it-all said.
" I know all that," Harry answered simply then reached forward and opened a satchel at his feet the others hadn't noticed. From within he removed a book entitled Animagus: The Power within. He sat and read it for a few minutes before he decided to put Hermione out of her misery.
" What is it Hermione?" He asked sensing her eagerness.
" That's the second book to the one I got you, isn't it?" she asked.
" I don't understand," Ron said looking between the two.
" For Harry's birthday even though he was missing I sent Harry a book called Animagus: A guide to power. It teaches you the basic's of becoming an Animagi," Hermione explained, " The one in Harry's hand is second book detailing the process and talking about mythical Animagi,"
" It's really good, just a bit of light reading," Harry answered nonchalantly. Harry began to read the book and ignored the others. Much later as they neared Hogwart's Ron, Ginny and Hermione took turns in getting changed. Harry though kept his nose in the book and didn't get changed. As the lights from the platform grew closer Ron looked at Harry in the suit.
" Are you going to get changed?" he finally voiced the question the three had been hesitant to ask.
" No, I'm not," came the reply.
" You'll get in trouble and lose points for the house," Ron added but he only got a shoulder shrug for his troubles. Darkness had fully enshrouded the train as it came to a stop at Hogsmead station. Rumours had flown up and down the train regarding the incident after the train had left and the two 'celebrities' change in attitude. As Harry stepped down off the train he noticed people were watching him, he merely shrugged his shoulders and took a cigarette from behind his left ear. Taking a black Zippo lighter from his pocket he shielded it from the elements and lit up. Harry and Draco stepped up to carriages at the same time as Hagrid looked at Harry.
" Alrigh' Harry," Hagrid said and his smile faltered as he took in the boy, " Ye can't smoke,"
" I can and will, I'm the Boy Who Lived," Harry answered disappearing into the carriage leaved a stunned Hagrid and smirking Malfoy.
" He's certainly come into his own," a voice said.
" Yes, during his time away he took his 'Celebrity' status in his swing and even embraced it a little," a second male voice said.
" His Attitude has changed, he's cold," a woman spoke with a broad Scottish accent.
" Wouldn't you after 16 years of abuse?" the second male voice asked.
" He learnt a lot didn't he?" asked the first.
" I think you'll find that much of his cold exterior is more for show than anything else," the second voice replied and the three split up.
After a journey through the dark to the castle Harry was now sat at the head of the Gryffindor table watching everyone pass and settling onto the benches. He was sat comfortably on a chair with jacket hung on the back while his feet were resting on the bench to the right of him. The guns were proudly displayed on either side of his chest, Gryffindor arms clearly displayed. As the students passed staring at Harry the pure magical students didn't noticed the significance of the guns but the Muggle born certainly did. Now it was time for the first years to be sorted, Professor Minerva McGonagall walked passed her favourite student with disdain. Her mouth pursed as she saw Malfoy in the exact same position as Harry on the Slytherin table. Her eyes caught both Professor Dumbledore and Snape's. She just tutted and led the First years further into the hall which was rampant with whispers especially amongst the new first years. As they stopped Harry heard two potential first years whispering. One had blue eyes and blond hair and didn't look particularly interesting. His companion had silky chestnut brown hair and dark hazel eyes which drank in the great hall. His face was regal and handsome even at eleven.
" I don't want to be in either Gryffindor or Slytherin," the dark haired boy spoke.
" Why? Those are the two most powerful houses," the fair-haired boy replied.
" Exactly, we'd have to live up to their huge reputations. They also have two of the most 'important' people in them since the founders,"
" So what?" blond replied.
" So what?" the dark haired boy repeated, " In Slytherin you have Draco Malfoy, supposedly his father is a Death Eater and Malfoy will follow in his footsteps then you have Harry Potter,"
" Harry Potter supposed to be good, the golden boy of Gryffindor and our saviour if I remember correctly," Blond said, " Didn't he defeat You Know Who?"
" He did, but don't you read the Prophet? His godfather, Sirius black, was killed before the summer and Harry Potter disappeared," the dark haired boy didn't notice the glare he was receiving from Harry himself.
" How do you know this?"
" My sister is a Gryffindor and attended Hogwart's for a few years, she's told me all the stories of these two 'celebrities'. Though I found out I was adopted when I was born so who knows where I'll end up," Just then he was interrupted as Professor McGonagall stepped up to the front of the Hall and placed the Sorting Hat on the seat. It opened its brim and began to sing:
A thousand years hath passed
Since the Founders blood
Once walked Hogwarts Halls
Now their Heirs walk the Halls again
Four must uniteSo ancient magic's cast
As Gryffindor and Slytherin step into manhood
Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff grow gracefully.
Do not let appearances deceive you
For Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff
Know not their heritage
Be weary golden Gryffindor
Whether you are brave or bold
Great Gryffindor will you be sold
If you are cunning and sly
Then you might fly
With scheming Slytherin
But you may be sharp of mind
And may be full of wit
So you'll certainly learn a bit
With rational Ravenclaw
Duty and Loyalty
Will help you be treated like royalty
If your allegiance is
With humble Hufflepuff.
The Great Hall was quite after the song some trying to work out it's meaning, the first years perplexed yet understanding about the four houses. Only four people understood the song but one of them was curious. The deputy headmistress brought everyone out of their thoughts by stepping up to chair and pulling a roll of parchment out.
" Andrews, Rochelle," she poke clearly. A small black girl with pigtails stepped up to the chair nervously and sat down. McGonagall put the hat on the girl's head.
" Gryffindor," the hat screamed out and the house clapped politely as the new first year sat at her new table grinning form ear to ear.
" Bilbao, Anthony," was sorted into Gryffindor and so Professor McGonagall went down the line calling names out and sorting children until she reached the next name.
" Chambers, Alexander," the young blond boy almost swaggered up to the chair and sat down confidently, it had barely settled when it called a name, " Slytherin!"
Alexander Chambers ignored his fellow first years and sat near Draco Malfoy who ignored him but Blaise Zambini engaged him in conversation. You could tell these two already knew each other. Death Eater, Harry snorted in his mind ignoring the next few names until one made him sit up.
" Dumbledore, Joshua," whispers flirted through the houses as everyone looked between the headmaster and the young boy. Some of the Gryffindor's looked between Draco and Harry to see their reactions; a Dumbledore would be a powerful ally in either house. Harry was now sat up looking intently at the stool. The young boy with silky chestnut hair stepped nervously up to chair. McGonagall placed the hat on his head. Harry noticed Hermione seemed particularly interested in the young lad.
Dumbledore, eh? The hat said, you possess some of your Great-grandfathers powers and blood.
" Great-Grandfather?" Josh asked.
Yes Albus Dumbledore is your Great Grandfather, the hat said, He is the headmaster. Did you not know your Heritage?
" I was adopted at birth," Josh replied, " I was only told when my letter arrived,"
You will be a powerful wizard certainly, the hat went on, with Slytherin you could become the greatest.
" Please put me in Gryffindor with Harry Potter," Josh answered.
Are you sure? The hat asked, it is our choices that make us so be it you'll be in: -
" Gryffindor," the hat called out the name with relish and Joshua Dumbledore looked visibly relieved. He moved over to the Gryffindor table and sat near Hermione and ultimately Harry Potter. More names were called out until one name peaked the interest of Ron Weasley. " Monahan, Riley," The brunette haired lad walked brazenly up to the hand confident of the house he would be put in.
Arh a Monahan, yes your Father was a Slytherin and your mother a Ravenclaw but you are greater the Hat mused to itself Ooooooo your mind holds you to many futures good and bad
" Just get on with it, I ain't never gonna be good,"
If you don't have your fathers influence then maybe the hat snorted let's see how about -
" Gryffindor," The boy literally sagged and Ron looked gobsmacked.
" What's up with you?"
" His father is only the best friend of Lucius Malfoy," Ron whispered.
" It doesn't make him a Death Eater,"
" We'll see," Ron replied but Harry seemed to be ignoring them all. As the meal began in earnest after all the names had been read out a couple of first year girls sat with Josh chatting and got all giggly near Harry. Finally the meal finished and the plates disappeared. Everyone hushed in anticipation of Albus Dumbledore's speech.
" Welcome to Hogwart's First years and to those that return to us. First a few messages, first years should know that the Forest is out-of- bounds and Mr Filch reminds me that Magic is not permitted in corridors between classes as are a number of other things. The extensive list can be found on Mr Filch's door," Professor Dumbledore explained, " Now many of you older students believe the Defence Against the Dark Art's position is cursed, though I admit I haven't been able to take on a permanent teacher a substitute will be teaching you for the next week or so, I'd like you to meet Professor Sanguine,"
The new DADA teacher stood up, he had been sitting next to Severus Snape. He smiled at the students before sitting down and talking with Professor Snape like they were old friends. The new teacher had light brown hair and blue eyes. This had been the man Hermione, Ginny and Ron had seen embracing Harry back at the platform. All three turned to Harry who merely raised an eyebrow in return.
" Now that we have been fed and watered, I think it's time to return to our common Rooms," Dumbledore now said and a lot of shuffling ensured as students began to leave the Great Hall. Ron and Hermione led the Gryffindor first years towards their common room watching Harry. He slung his jacket over his shoulder and started to follow them.
" Harry, wait!" a voice hailed him and he turned to see Drakus Sanguine coming up to him.
" Malfoy's your cousin? And why didn't you tell me Dumbledore had offered you this position? It didn't happen last time," Harry said the last bit almost to himself.
" I can't choose my family, they're not all bad you know," Drakus answered.
" I asked him to come here Harry, after I received his letter I spoke to him and asked him to become temporary DADA teacher," Albus said stepping up to the pair with Joshua stood by his side, " and speaking of Family you and Mister Malfoy shall come to my office,"
" So you're Harry Potter?" a little voice piped up at Harry's side. Harry found Josh Dumbledore looking up at him expectantly.
" Scarhead," Draco muttered following closely. They reached the office and Professor Dumbledore looked at the three boys.
" Please remain here Mr Potter, Mr Malfoy," He said and took Josh into his office followed closely by Minerva McGonagall.
Ten minutes later he left with a smile upon his face skipping down the stairs where a prefect was waiting to take him to the Gryffindor common room. Draco and Harry were shown into the office and the Head of Slytherin joined them. Drakus also stepped into the room but stood to the rear of the room.
" Why have you got the guns?" Albus asked bluntly sitting back in his leather chair. Harry and Draco shared a look.
" In the Muggle world it is necessary to wear guns for protection," Harry returned.
" But you are not in the Muggle world," the transfiguration teacher answered tight-lipped. Snape merely kept quiet watching the four.
" We know that but both Draco and I have high-level enemies some of whom have decided to use Muggle Hit men to eliminate us while others are of a darker nature silver-tipped bullets can be used against,"
" Also Gryffindor and Slytherin are both power nobility with wealth, estates and enemies. Where once our forbearers wore swords we wear guns," Draco added. McGonagall, Snape and Harry stared at the boy. There was only one known Slytherin Heir Tom Riddle or Lord Voldemort!
" Well we don't feel like you should have these guns," the deputy headmistress said regaining her composure.
" There are many instance of child fatalities due to ballistic weapons," Severus Snape said suddenly.
" Well versed in Muggle technology, Severus?" Harry spoke confidently smirking and the Slytherin Head looked at him angrily. How dare this impertinent brat call him by his first name?
" If the boys keep the guns either locked away or on their persons will you allow the boys to keep them?" Drak asked stepping in before Snape and Potter came to blows.
" Hmmmm,"
" We're not Muggles," Dumbledore pointed out.
" I will vouch for them," Drak said, " If anything happens I will take the blame, do what you will of me and even put me on trial but I will take the blame,"
" You must keep them locked away at all times during the day, you may keep them on you during the evenings and weekends but they are not to be waved about near students or teachers, am I understood?" Dumbledore said sternly.
" Absolutely,"
" As for your disregard for dress," McGonagall began.
" I'm not changing," Harry announced, " I shall leave Hogwarts, with the skills I picked up over the summer I don't need to be here,"
" And I shall speak to the Governors," Draco smirked, Professor McGonagall seemed to slump in defeat unable to argue any further,
" Then Mister Malfoy, Professor's you are dismissed. I wish to speak to Harry alone," The three Professor's and student left the Headmaster's office and Albus studied his student.
" Josh Dumbledore is my Great-Grandson," he said at last.
" I figured as much," Harry responded carefully after a moment as though choosing his words, " but did you know about him?"
" The book of children coming to Hogwart's cannot be tampered with, it will give the birth name of each child whether they are adopted or have their names changed. I didn't get to know my grandson well enough and never knew he had a child," the headmaster sighed.
" Lot's of things have changed," Harry said maturely.
" Yes including you, you're not sixteen are you?" Professor Dumbledore said shrewdly.
" I don't understand you Professor but my summer did change me," Harry replied avoiding the question.
" Your personality is still there, Harry. You cannot fool me, I know some of what you say is an act,"
" You didn't ask me to remain to analyse me, Professor,"
" Of course Harry your observation is right. I'd like to ask you a favour," Albus began, " Would you take care of Josh, he's a special boy and could use a decent roll model too look up to. You have always been Kind, loving and generous and I can see those qualities in him,"
" I'll see what I can do, Professor," Harry answered, " but I have a question for you, I thought Voldemort was the Slytherin heir?"
" What do you know?" Dumbledore asked twinkling. Fawkes the Phoenix trilled quietly to Dumbledore's left opened one bleary eye and looked at Harry before going back to sleep.
" In my second year Ma-Draco admitted that he wasn't the Slytherin heir," Harry answered without implicating himself or Ron in the use of illicit potion making.
" That might have been what Draco had been told, you see Salazar Slytherin had two children, two brothers. Lord Voldemort is the direct descendent of the eldest while Draco Malfoy is the direct descendent of youngest,"
" So that would still make Voldemort Slytherin's heir," Harry answered.
" Strictly speaking but he has changed himself so much his blood is hardly recognisable and legally when Voldemort become a criminal he gave up his rights as heir to Slytherin. It's all very complicated but sufficed to say Draco Malfoy is the Heir of Slytherin," Albus finished and smiled at Harry before bidding him a goodnight.
Making his way through the corridor Harry contemplated everything that had happened in the last hour when he made his way to the Common Room.
" Griffin's temper," He said and stepped through looking around. He was immediately besieged by noise and warmth. Ron and Hermione were trying to fend off questions, as was the young Josh about his time in the office of the Headmaster. He noticed the fire was lit giving off the nice warmth. The room was full and all the First years were sat around the fire talking excitedly. This year had been the largest intake of First years.
" Quiet," Harry roared and got everyone's attention, " You all know who I am and the Legends about me but I don't want to talk about myself. I want to talk about School rivalry. There has always been a strong rivalry between the four houses but with the time becoming darker we must unite and seek out friends and allies in all houses. As someone once said United we stand, Divided we fall. The biggest enmity has always been between Gryffindor and Slytherin but it must hear today. Second through seventh years I know you will find it hard to make friendships within Slytherin house but we must try. First years I expect you to start inter-house friendships with the Slytherin's and perhaps we'll start a new era of friendships between all house,"
The Gryffindor house stared at him in shock, this was Harry Potter whose biggest rival was Slytherin's own Draco Malfoy now talking about friendship within the house. Ron and Hermione shared a looked as someone descended from the girls' dorms. Ginny Weasley strode forward; she had removed her uniform and once again wore the thin red dress looking sexy as the material clung to her curves. Many of the boys watched her with unabashed lust as the girls just stared at bookish Ginny with shock. Ginny just ignored them and walked sexily up to Harry staring at his mirrored glasses he had yet to remove.
" Oh Baby, where have you been all my life?" Harry almost groaned. A corridor of space had opened both sides staring at the two.
" Right in front of you,"
" What's up? He asked.
" My guess is you," she purred seductively as she got all the males pulses jumping. She reached down beneath her red dress at her thigh and gently pulled out her wand while watching Harry the whole time. She flicked it at the lights dimming them.
" No, no, no this isn't happening," Ron said attempting to step in between the pair.
" Get out my way Ronald, this is between me and the gorgeous woman in front of me," Harry pushed the gaping Ron into the crowd and moved into Ginny, " You really are sexy,"
" Thank you," she giggled lightly.
" How about a little music?" Harry asked and flicked his wrist. A Muggle hi-fi appeared on one of the tables playing a Latin-American song. By this time the Gryffindor's had made a circle around the two watching the pair were dancing erotically. Ginny swung her curvaceous hips to the music dancing sexily. Harry took her hand swinging her away from him then into his body. Her hips swung into his pelvis as she faced away from Harry. He placed his hands on her hips as she drew a long finger down his face laughing gaily. Hermione could only stare as Ginny turned to face Harry, he pulled her hard into him as she lifted her leg and he drew his hand across her buttock and down her thigh.
His other hand was on her hip with her hands around his neck their lips inches from each other, she looked into his mirrored glasses as he stared into her eyes. Abruptly Harry swung Ginny away from him, her hair swinging wildly. Ron was dumbfounded, he could only watch as his little sister and best friend danced like…like hookers. He twirled her then she stepped away from him and smiled saucily.
" That's all you get, bad boy," She purred. She turned and sauntered back to the girls' dorm wiggling her bum and leaving the pleasurable image on the boys' mind. Ginny was followed closely by a gaggle of girl's all asking questions of her. Harry smiled and walked up to the Sixth Year dorms. Unbuttoning his shirt he began to get undressed as Neville Longbottom, Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnegan and Ron entered.
" What was that?" Ron demanded.
" What was what?" Harry returned innocently.
" That little piece of…erotica," Ron burst out.
" That was Latin dancing, my friend. Besides Ginny initiated it,"
" What happened to you?" Ron asked defeated.
" I grew up, Ron," Harry replied, " Sirius's death taught me to love freely, live easy and enjoy yourself while you can,"
With this parting sentence Harry closed his curtain and the room fell silent.
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Thank you everyone for your reviews, keep the coming I hope you enjoyed this chapter.
Tazspaz – I'm glad you like it. Harry's changed partly because of the plot but also because of abuse. If you'd had sixteen years of abuse I think something would eventually snap. This chapter explains a little bit of that. I can't give away why he sneered at the vampire because it explains a plot in later chapters.
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A/N: Before you flame me I know Harry is acting out of character but bear with me. There is a reason behind his behaviour. Any guesses are welcome; I've left some clues in the story.
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