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Just What I've Never Wanted

On August first at ten in the morning, Harry Potter now seventeen and an adult wizard thank you very much, left his relatives' home with much pleasure. Sirius and Remus both came to pick him up to take him to Grimmauld, Sirius stopping to say a few choice words to his Petunia and leaving Vernon with two black eyes.

Really Harry hadn't cared about much else besides the fact he was free, free at last. And alive! The potions that the Headmaster had been mailing to him had obviously worked. They had delayed his majority. He'd have to thank Snape somehow…he was sort of doing that wasn't he? By trying to find out what Snape was. This way he'd know stuff if he had to help the man.

"Harry? It's getting late. Sirius wants to know if you want to eat or if you're going to spend your last evening in his library." Remus opened one of the library doors to poke his head in to talk to him. Harry, was in process of reading a book on Sirens. He had already gone through Veela, Nix, Vampires, Incubi and Altaras. Thankfully Sirens were the last magical creature he could think of that had a form on seduction on its victims since he was leaving tomorrow and this was his last night to research.

"I'm sorry. I might eat later tonight, a snack if I finish this." Harry hefted the book he was three-quarters through before placing it back in his lap in the armchair.

"Harry…" Remus entered and sat on the couch to his left before peering at him concernedly. "Are you okay? Are you purposely staying away from us?"

"What? Of course not!" Harry looked up in dazed surprise. "Have-have I really been away that long? I'm not avoiding you…or Sirius! I've just been…reading."

"You leave this library only to eat, go to the bathroom and sleep. What could you be reading that is so riveting you didn't notice when Sirius tried to get you out for your birthday? He promised you he would take you out, for the first time since he was properly made free and…you hurt his feelings Harry. You don't even eat with us anymore." Remus said quietly, in his pervasive way that somehow hurt more than yelling and screaming.

"Remus…" Harry whispered softly and switched seating to sit next to his godfather after pushing aside the book. "I'm sorry. I'm a jerk. I didn't even realize I was hurting you both…I'm sorry."

"Do you want to tell me what it is you're researching so avidly?" Remus turned to Harry in his seat and waited.

It wasn't that he didn't want to tell…but wasn't it personal? Well, personal for Snape that was. And he shouldn't be spreading it around he thought Snape was some sort of magical creature. Then again Remus probably knew…Remus might know what he was too…but should he ask?

"Remus…umm, have you talked to Professor Snape about continuing the other part of my Defense Against The Dark Arts training?"

Remus reared back in surprise. "Professor Snape? I mean….why do you want to know about that?"

"Oh, I was just wondering. You know, since we've almost done sixth year and he did a part of that year with me I was just assuming, you know, he'd have to do that over again too."

"Well yes, but we've not seen him actually since the…since the battle." Remus seemed to think inward now, frowning. "I wonder if he's okay. The Headmaster said he'd been wearied from the battle and retreated to his chambers but…we never saw him once. Suppose something's wrong with him?"

Harry backpeddled quickly. "I'm sure he's fine. I saw him leaving the Headmaster's office once. He's walking and talking so he must be fine." He let out a short laugh.

"Did he look okay?"

'Hmm, did he look okay? He looked more than okay. He looked bloody gorgeous…' "Absolutely. Fine." Harry nodded. "Umm, the book I was reading isn't important. Let's…let's just go eat okay? I have to apologize to Sirius. How about…how about we go out after my majority okay? That's…that's sort of like my true birthday this year anyway isn't it?" He smiled nervously. "I promise you we'll have a day after that."

"I promise you too Harry." The Gryffindor blinked as his godfather leaned over to hug him before returning it as hard as he could. He wasn't scared…well, too much. He just had to tell Professor Dumbledore what Hermione supposed had happened and he would fix it.

Right?

HPSSHPSSHPSS

"Is it just me or is something going on with Harry?" Ron asked Hermione and Draco, who were already in a compartment with him while Harry made his way there from the platform.

"Granger, you know what's going on don't you?" Draco asked with narrowed eyes.

"Why do you assume that Draco?" Hermione replied unconcerned, not looking up from the book she was reading.

"Smugness permeates off you." Draco retorted flatly. "Potter's been reading as much as you've been. Come on…" There was a pause as he and Ron waited. "Hermione!"

"It's not my business to say." Brown eyes looked up warningly though. "You had better be nice when Harry tells you." Ron especially was shot a look.

"What?!" Ron cried indignantly.

"Ah, so it's a sensitive topic." Draco tilted his head, staring at Hermione speculatively. "Is it about the guy he's mooning over?"

"That too."

Ron looked back and forth quickly before shifting closer to Hermione. "What guy? Harry's gay then? Who is it??"

"Though I'm happy you're taking the news so well, could you please not talk about me where I can hear you from the other side of the door." They all turned to look to the doorway where Harry was standing, looking a bit irritated as he dragged along his trunk, Hedwig's cage sitting on top.

Draco moved further into the cabin as Harry flopped down beside him with a sigh.

"Wow, you slept anytime this summer mate?" Ron queried leaning forward to peer at Harry who swatted at him.

"Yes you berk. Thanks for the compliment." Harry scowled darkly at Ron.

"Well," Draco looked him up and down. "You've gotten a bit taller. Maybe you'll reach me or Ron one day." He smirked openly as Harry flipped him the bird. For all Harry had finally hit his growth spurt he always found himself behind Ron and now Draco. Ron was six four now and Draco was an even six while he had maybe gotten an inch or two over the summer.

"Hate you."

"Didn't hate me when you were trying to date me." Draco winked. "So who's the lucky sod?"

Hermione picked now to interject. "So Harry how did the research go?"

Harry looked up tiredly. "One side went good, though I'm not quite sure what exactly I discovered. The other side, even better, if only the news weren't so bad. You were right and of course I have to tell Professor Dumbledore."

"I'm sorry Harry." Hermione put down her book and squeezed in between Harry and Draco.

"What…?"

"Well, you knew I was gay, apparently before I did. So that's told…but…I've not really been studying further with my tutors from before the battle guys." Harry lowered his head. "I've been relearning everything."

"Relearning everything?" Ron repeated confused. "Why?"

"There's something I didn't tell you guys when I woke up. Hermione figured it out because she realized I don't use my wand anymore. You never noticed that if I did any minor magic around you guys I did it wandlessly? That it worked flawlessly every time?" Ron shook his head as Draco simply waited. "In the final battle…when I passed out, I think…I think a piece of Voldemort's spirit…or magic or something entered me." Harry swallowed looked up cautiously to his friends. "I don't know how powerful I am but…when I hit majority there's a chance I might…I might blow up Hogwarts."

"But don't worry. The Headmaster has a plan I'm sure. Or he wouldn't have delayed Harry's majority to have him have it during the school year in the castle." Hermione interjected.

Draco blinked as Ron voiced the thought going through his head. "IS DUMBLEDORE STARK, RAVING MAD!?"

A/N: #sniffles# #is not feeling all that hot#