Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter

Warnings: Violence , and Mature Themes.

Chapter 19

Harry panted slightly as he concentrated on keeping the Levitation Spell from failing. Who would have thought that a spell that one of the first spells that he had learnt and mastered would be giving him trouble now. Although, granted, that he had never tried lifting a few tons; give or take, of solid metal before. Perenelle had started them on Magical exercises after they were done with their morning workout.

According to her, this particular exercise would help them in getting used to channel more of his magic, safely, into his spells. Harry had been skeptical at first, but he couldn't deny the results after a scant few days of doing this. At first, he had been barely been able to lift up the block, no matter how hard he glared at it, but now, he had kept the block off the ground for 18 minutes and was still going.

He glanced at Hermione, who had her face set in a determined scowl, as her block wobbled slightly as it hovered a few inches off the ground. Harry had realized that he was exceptionally gifted with power, but didn't feel that it mattered much. He had seen his mentor perform the task that they were struggling with almost lazily, and was determined to re-create the same.

As he saw Hermione release a huge breath and set down the block she was levitating, he decided that he would pick up where he left off after taking a break. He set the block down with barely a sound, a testament to the increased control he had over his spell casting; and walked over to Hermione.

"Any improvement?" Harry asked as he picked up two water bottles and handed one to Hermione, silently thanking their Training room's versatility. She accepted it with a whispered 'Thanks' and replied, "Not as much as I would like, but enough. Nowhere near yours though." Hermione smiled after saying that, making sure that Harry realized that there were no hard feelings.

Harry shrugged in response, and thought about the week that had went by. Harry had noticed a marked increase in his fitness, a direct result of the rigorous workout that he did every morning. Apart from that Perenelle had just been training them in exercises similar to the one he was doing now. A supplementary, that she deemed as a necessary prerequisite for the members of the Order. Though Harry was frustrated by the lack of new spells that he thought that he would be learning, he knew better than to grumble about it.

Hedwig had grown a lot over the past week and it could safely be said that she had all the markings of a truly magnificent and beautiful Familiar, even for a Phoenix. Hermione with a little input from Daphne from time to time had started teaching Harry about the basics in Ancient Runes and Arithmancy, and Harry found that while Arithmancy was a tad difficult, he was a natural with Runes; able to understand and co-relate various simple Runes and draw them without much difficulty. Hermione was both pleased and slightly envious of Harry's apparent ability in Runes. But while Hermione had progressed onto the next step to their Occlumency practice; having successfully envisioned her storage of memories, Harry was still having trouble with it.

He had tried every trick that his admittedly resourceful mind could think up, he had even asked Perenelle for help, but her answer had remained the same. He would have to find the method to do that on his own. It frustrated Harry to no end, but he realized that he would not be served everything on a silver platter.

July had just started, and Harry had received an unexpected but not unwelcome owl from a friend that he had made while in his Second Year. Nymphadora Tonks was a Sixth year during Harry's Second Year, a member of the Ravenclaw House and an aspiring Auror candidate. Harry had been visiting Hermione in the Hospital Wing, and while leaving had literally crashed into her. Thus began an odd friendship between the two of them. As far as he knew, she hadn't told anyone of their friendship and he had done much the same. There was no reason for it, other than the simple reason that it didn't come up in normal everyday conversation.

She would sometimes help him when he was struggling with something in the library, and Harry was thankful for that. As far as he could tell, she wasn't hung over the fact that he was the Boy-Who-Lived, and just was being nice. Harry wouldn't ever be able to tell her how much that meant to him, especially with his best friend and confidant hospitalized.

She had stated in her letter that she had been accepted in to the Auror program by the ministry, and her whole letter had pretty much repeated the same after a few lines. Harry had smiled, remembering that was just the way she was. She had also stated in her letter that she would be pretty busy with her training, but would love to catch up sometime. Harry had congratulated her for achieving her dream, and had promised to meet her.

(Break)

Harry and Hermione took the Portkey back to the relatively empty alleyway near the house that they were using to go back and forth to their training and home. Hermione's parents were long gone to their practice by the time they returned and Daphne had found a temporary job at Madam Malkin's, stating that even though she didn't need the money immediately for her Hogwarts education owing to the Scholarship, she would still have some spending money for personal stuff. Harry knew better than to offer her a loan, knowing that she would not appreciate the gesture.

The two teens utilized the time that they had together by studying and relaxing their tired bodies. Harry was determined that he would find his representation of his memories today. It had been bothering him for too long, and it was hindering his training.

The two teens then spent the afternoon relaxing and then Hermione spent a few hours tutoring Harry in Arithmancy.

(Break)

Hermione bit her lip nervously as she paused before knocking on Harry's door. The . . . anticipation that she felt towards the upcoming was not something that she felt that she should feel. The . . . pleasure that she felt every time Harry partook of her blood was something that she was looking forward to more and more as time went by, it was as if she were becoming addicted to it, and that was exactly what was eating at her. It was becoming increasingly difficult for her to just shut down her mind and kiss him stupid after he had taken her blood. Harry was one of the only boys that she felt completely comfortable around, and she couldn't bear to lose his friendship, if things didn't work out between the two of them. This fact was the only thing that was stopping her from confessing her feelings to Harry.

There was also the fact that Harry hadn't reached his maturity, and thus the sacred bonds of magic that sometimes form between two chosen people, hadn't blossomed. She had decided that she would wait until his birthday at the latest, before she would begin actively pursuing him, romantically.

Squaring her shoulders, she knocked on the door, and discovered that harry had left it open. Peering into the room curiously, she discovered that Harry was sitting on the carpet, eyes closed. She immediately recognized the seating arrangement that he was in, having seen it this past week. Harry always sat in this position whenever he was practicing his Occlumency.

"Turning in for the night?" Harry asked as he opened his eyes. Hermione had to try her hardest not to stare too obviously at his eyes that were now slowly losing their glow.

"Yeah. I was a little tired from today's training, and we have to get up early tomorrow as well." Hermione replied. She honestly didn't mind the training that much, but she could honestly say that she would prefer a little more of Magical training than they were getting.

"Did you find a way to access your memories yet?" Hermione asked, softly scratching Hedwig as she alighted down beside her.

"No." Harry sighed. "I just feel as if there is something that is blocking me. I am almost sure . . ." Harry trailed off with a thoughtful expression on his face. Hermione watched as he again closed his eyes, only to open them a few minutes later, a frustrated expression on his face.

"Maybe I'll turn in too. I will just get frustrated, and that doesn't help in calming myself down at all." Harry said. Hedwig trilled softly, realizing the agitated state that Harry was working himself into. It calmed Harry down considerably.

Harry looked at Hermione and as he approached closer to her, she felt her heart beating faster, she shivered at the pure dominance that shone in his eyes, right before he softly plunged his fangs in her neck. She wondered if Harry was even aware of this, but her pondering was agreeably interrupted and she let herself fully enjoy the pleasure that she felt. She wasn't aware of her hands that were bringing the two of them closer, but as Harry finished and tried stepping away, she held on, not yet ready to give up on her orgasm yet.

Harry on the other hand, was having a hard time being a gentleman, and not let himself go. The close proximity with Hermione, her labored breathing, the feeling of her breasts on his chest, and the half-lidded state of her eyes were having an effect on him, and he was worried about offending her. He tried stepping away again, but when that proved unsuccessful, he settled for backing away his hips a bit.

Hermione blushed beet red as she brought her head up from where she had leaned it against his shoulders, and looked up to see Harry looking down at her with a slightly guilty expression on his face. But the main emotion that swirled in his eyes was one of longing. Her blush increased as she correctly deciphered the thoughts that were going through his head. She simply waited for him to make the next move, but didn't let her disappointment show as he gently got out of her embrace.

"Erm . . . so, I'd better get to sleep." Harry said. He was still conflicted by his new feelings, and didn't know what to think about them.

"Yeah. Good night, Harry." Hermione replied softly.

Harry almost winced at the tone of her voice, sure that she must have been offended. Surprisingly he didn't feel the need to apologize at all.

(Break)

Harry was having trouble sleeping . . . again. After his transformation, whatever small amount of time that he managed to sleep was welcomed by him wholeheartedly. Knowing that he didn't need sleep didn't matter to him. Silently, he got up careful now to awaken Hedwig, who was sleeping soundly on the perch that was similar to the one that Fawkes had.

Harry got some water from the kitchen, and began doing the thing that wasn't letting him sleep. He had found a place that he was pretty sure his memories were present at, but the thing was, something was blocking his acess to it. Harry had tried everything, he had tried going over it, under, will it to nothingness, hell he had even tried knocking, feeling quite stupid after he had done that. But during one of his more . . . forceful attempts, he had noticed that the wall had fizzled slightly as it came into contact with his magic.

So Harry once again, found his core, the huge black mass of Magical Energy pulsing in tune with his heartbeat. Harry then concentrated on channeling his magic thorough him, and envisioned the place that he suspected his memories to be. The huge white dome stood imposingly in front of him. Harry took a few calming breaths, and then opened his glowing green eyes. He walked up to the wall confidently, and placing his hand on it, channeled his magic to the wall. The area of wall surrounding his hand seemed to flicker and Harry smirked triumphantly. But it soon wore off, as the wall didn't shift or crumble or disintegrate or whatever he expected it to do. Harry scowled, and calling forth a huge portion of his magic, poured it into his hands.

(Break)

Harry opened his eyes, and took in his surroundings. To put it simply, he was in a white . . . space. There were no walls, no doors, hell there wasn't even a distinguishable floor. Panicking slightly, he tried to concentrate on his body, in order to break his meditation.

"That will not work for you Harry . . ." said a voice that sounded much like his own. Harry turned around, and his eyes opened wide as he recognized the face of the person that had spoken.

"That's impossible . . . .Dad?"

(Chapter End)

A/N:- I know that it has been a long time . . . and I apologize for that. The chapter might be a little . . . off, atleast I felt iit was. But this was the best I could come up with, and I will take some time to get back in flow.

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