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BONDING

Underneath an oak tree, near to the lake's edge, Lupa and Harry sat watching the Giant Squid casually waving its tentacles in the warm evening air. Lupa sat, knees tucked up to her chin and arms wrapped around, like she was protecting her heart. Perhaps she was.

"Lupa, I know this must still be fresh, and even worse for you than it is for me, but I need to know if Remus committed suicide like I was told. It seemed so unlike him…" Harry was leaning back against the tree, arms behind his head. The picture of relaxation and contentment. To the unskilled eye, perhaps. His shoulders bunched and relaxed. He shifted position a little too often to be completely comfortable.

"I- What do you know of my family, Harry?" The small girl looked at him from the corner of her eye, as if aware of his sudden discomfort.

"Truth is, Lupa, Remus never mentioned anyone he was attached to, or anything like that. I only ever really had one conversation with him, and that was about my parents. He taught me the Patronus Charm when I was thirteen, but besides the basics, I know next to nothing about him." That was a sad fact- the man was a link to his parents, a veritable mine that Harry had left untouched for over two years that he'd known he'd existed…

"First, you've got to understand how werewolf families work. To you, this may seem unconventional, but… in a 'pack' of werewolves, the strongest male is the Alpha. He must continuously fight off challengers to prove his mettle and worth. Dad… Dad was the best, most brutal and vicious Alpha since Fenrir Greyback was banished from the Warrens. If someone challenged him, it was to the death. No capitulation, nothing. The worst Dad ever got was a clawed face. Second, Alphas have exclusive mating rights. Any female he wants, he gets. But Dad, he wanted to be human. So he paid off this small village's priest to marry him and Mum. I'm his only child. Others began to follow his lead. But then, my uncle died. Everyone mourned. He was well-liked within the Warrens, and missed.

"Except, I received a letter from him, not a week ago. Saying 'Remus is dead. Dumbledore sent him to me as a present. As a sacrifice. Come to me, and we can start a new pack together.' Dad was killed by his own brother, because of his beliefs. Belief in Dumbledore's fucking purity and the belief he could be human!"

The small wolf spat out her hatred then, such a difference to her normal, unassuming look. Harry understood. Romulus had obviously faked his death to avoid the people he felt were betraying the werewolf way of life, and Dumbledore did as he saw fit. Well, that was going to end, soon enough.

"I'm so sorry, Lupa. No one must know what we know of Dumbledore- not yet. I've got some bare plans to take him down, but Voldemort needs to go first. Remus will have his revenge! I swear it!"

It was hard to see, but in the evening dusk, a small, magical twinkle settled around them. Little did Romulus know, but he was not long for this Earth, and his dreams of ruling his brother's pack were in vain.

"Your purpose here is to keep the students safe, and yet, on your second day of duty, you fail! I cannot believe this!" Dumbledore sat on his throne in his office, staring at the vampire before him. She didn't even have the grace or sense of place to look contrite!

"The girl was in no danger, despite the Malfoy spawn's best efforts; and the boy-" Pandora had to hold herself back, she couldn't be seen to be too harsh on a student, after all; "The boy is only a danger to himself, should he continue to his usual, racist and rude self. My Assassins and I are here to protect the school from outside elements, and, should the need arise, from the student body itself, only if a student begins to express Dark energies. I will not be dictated to by a man past his prime, when he has no leg to stand on. Where were you, Dumbledore, when there were one hundred Dementors swarming the grounds? Where were you when one of your students was abducted from right beneath your nose? Hmff. This meet is over, old man."

Before she could say more of her knowledge of what had happened here the last few years, Pandora span on her heel and left the office. Storming down the hallways, students avoided the thunderous woman at all costs. Deciding she needed some fresh air, the white-haired vampire leapt the seven floors to the Entrance Hall, and stalked outside. Catching a scent, Pandora headed off towards the lake.

Harry and Lupa were slowly making their way back, with Lupa explaining the Warrens, the werewolf way of life, and tales of Remus that Harry was eager to listen to. He was glad that Lupa wasn't wallowing in misery, but was rather celebrating her father's life. Suddenly, the girl stiffened, and lightly sniffed the air. In the distance, Harry could see a white-haired woman just leaving the castle doors. He was glad that Pandora had come to find him away from any possible spies. Lupa, however, did not seem happy to see the woman. In fact, Harry would go so far as to say that her hackles had risen.

Standing where they were, Harry took the time to settle his new friend. "Lupa, Pandora is a friend of mine. Is there some kind of rivalry or feud between vampires and werewolves that I should know of?"

"Yeah, one as old as werewolves. My father once said that we were descendants of Cain, but there was little to no evidence of it. He also thought that vampires were descendants of Adam, and thus we hated each other on pure instinct. So, yeah, you could say there's a feud."

Harry blinked. Well that was weird. If werewolves hated vampires on instinct, then why didn't she hate him? Before he could ponder the fact, Pandora closed the distance between them.

"Well, fancy seeing you here, Harry. Isn't this the new student?" Turning to Lupa, Pandora smiled, and held out her hand. Harry could tell, however, that the ancient woman was controlling herself very finely. Trying not to offend Lupa, from what he could tell.

"Yeah, Lupa, this is Pandora, my uh… what are you, my sister? Aunt? Grandmother?" Lupa was gradually becoming more horrified as the byplay went on.

"Harry, what d'you mean?! She's a vampire!" Lupa looked horrified.

Harry chuckled. "Lupa, my family is descended from her and her fathers. And… Over the summer holidays, Pandora took me to her father to help me in my fight against Voldemort." Harry noted the lack of flinch from Lupa. "He bit me, Lupa. I'm essentially a vampire, but I'm unsure as to why you can't sense it. There's… a lot no-one knows about me, I suppose. Pandora, here, facilitated part of my growth as a person this summer. Just… don't show your discomfort around other people, ok?"

Pandora chose that moment to speak up. "Lupa, your instinctual hate of vampires is understandable- you are products of Cain, and we are of Adam. Two opposing forces when magic was wild and furious in its vengeance to wrongs done. Cain killed his brother in cold blood, for something that could never be his. Hence, his curse to be an animal on the night he killed his brother, every month. I guess Hecate just didn't expect her curse to be so hurtful to the world, or perhaps she didn't care. The point is, we can get on civilly, if only we try, and I promise, me and mine will not seek to hurt you and yours. Harry is… looked upon favourably by my father; as an heir, and as a son. I hope that you and I may become friends, and perhaps do away with the Curse of Cain & Abel?"

The vampire extended a hand to the werewolf. On the grounds of Hogwarts, underneath a tree that had seen generations of students study, kiss, and laugh, the beginnings of something great was fostered in their hearts.

From her office window, Dolores Jane Umbridge stood, fuming at the presence of the sub-humans upon the school's grounds. She may be here to disrupt the reputation as much as possible, but by all that was good and pure, she'd put a stop to whatever they were planning. Turning away from the disgusting sight in the distance, Professor Umbridge took in her décor with smug satisfaction. The house-elves had done a satisfactory job, at best. She had had to straighten everything up, of course, but that was to be expected. Filthy creatures.

She had yet to find out how Potter had gotten rid of the Dementors she'd sent after him early on in the summer. She needed a plan. And so the ministerial implant sat, planning her moves for the year.

On their way back to the Gryffindor common room, the two fifth years came across Professor McGonagall berating Malfoy. The boy was still tied up, but someone had gagged him. Withholding a chuckle at the sight, Harry supposed he ought to tell the Professor about his defence of Lupa earlier that day.

"Professor, I was just coming to find you. I have Malfoy's wand here." Harry quickly passed it over to the surprised-looking Scot. "Malfoy attacked Lupa earlier this morning, with some pretty borderline-Dark curses." Lupa broke in there, and explained exactly what happened. The Professor's expression was steadily souring, making even Harry wary of her imminent wrath. "Yesterday on the Hogwarts Express, Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, and a few other Slytherins tried to throw Lupa off of the train once we were under way. He specifically said because of her being a werewolf. I will not stand by whilst Remus's daughter is harried and heckled by the student body for what she is. The next person to try anything will have their wand snapped!"

The Scot took a step back, mildly alarmed at Harry's protectiveness, and his newfound vehemence both. A small flame of pride was shown in a twitch of her thin lips, before Harry took Lupa's hand and marched her away from the maggot on the floor.

Back in the Gryffindor common room amongst the others, Harry explained his plan to the others. Anyone who came across the Slytherins bullying anyone of any House, were to be stopped. Points didn't matter, House unity did. After his little Chinese Parliament, Harry sat down for the evening with his friends, and nattered about what he could of his summer holidays, and general nothings.

After two straight losses against Ron in wizard's chess (how the fuck was he still losing?), Harry decided it was time to go and see Fleur. Slipping out of the common room, he made his way to the statue of the one-eyed witch on the third floor. Once there, he tapped the hump, and slipped through the hole that appeared. He allowed a smile to slip onto his face as he sealed the passageway behind him; this year was going to be full of his girlfriend, his friends, and putting a stop to a raving lunatic.

At the end of the tunnel, Harry lifted the paving slab in the basement of Honeydukes as silently as possible, and set it back down seamlessly. He could always levitate it up when he came back. Creeping up the steps to the shop floor, Harry became aware of someone watching him. Turning slowly, Harry saw an old man standing next to an ascending staircase.

"And what do ye think yer doing, boy? He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is back, and ye want to run amok after dark, with no one knowing where ye are? I knew ye weren't exactly clever, boy, but criminy!" The old man stood with frazzled grey hair sticking out in tufts, and huge spectacles perched on the end of his nose. His hands were on his hips, in what could only be a practiced stance.

"Sir, with all due respect, Voldemort won't be waltzing through Hogsmeade, not when the wizarding world is doing such a good job of ignoring him. I suppose you're part of the Order, then?" Harry saw no point in being sneaky now, so stood up straight, fully showing off his new-found health and vigour.

"Aye, that I am, boy. I was told it be likely that ye'd try to slip through at some point, but ye certainly didn't wait long! Now just why are ye slipping out o' Hogwarts in the first place, hm? Ye've got nobody but Sirius on the outside, and he's locked up in London!"

At that, Harry realised he'd have trouble sneaking out, now. Quickly working through excuses, he replied, "I'm off to meet one of my Muggle friends in London, I said I'd see them for their birthday, and I intend to stand by it." Harry made for the front door, but before he could reach for the handle, the old man took his shoulder.

"Look, Potter. If ye're gonna go, that's OK. I won't tell Dumbledore this time. But next time I catch ye sneaking through my store for more than the usual contraband, I'll be sending ye to Filch in chains, ye understand me?" Looking into Harry's eyes, the old man made doubly sure of Harry's understanding, before waving his wand at the door, and ushering Harry out into the cold night air.

Slightly perplexed by the night's events, Harry quickly plodded down the high street, apparating out with a swift turn of his heel.

This was the second night that Harry was away, and Fleur was already feeling uncomfortable. She knew that Gabrielle must feel worse- the bond was still pulling her. Fleur needed to consummate the bond sooner rather than later, if it was this intense already; she squirmed slightly in her window seat in the Library as she sat, book in hand, staring out into the night. The stars were bright in the fresh Alpine sky, and the air was sweet with the smells of nature. Sometimes, Fleur truly loved being connected to nature so strongly.

Just at the edge of the property, Fleur felt a small ripple. An apparition. Sitting up, she felt a familiar presence in the gardens of her home. Harry was here! Dropping her book on the cushions, Fleur sprinted from the room and through the halls at a breakneck pace, reaching the entrance hall in record time. Just as she reached the bottom of the steps, Harry pushed open the front doors. Standing there in the pitch dark of the grounds, Harry stood grinning from ear to ear.

"Fleur, I've missed you!" Without further prompt, the woman leapt into his arms, relief filling her heart.

"Harry! Oh my God, what are you doing here?!" She asked breathlessly.

"Well, I can leave if you want…" Harry put a dejected look on his face, to which Fleur smacked his arm lightly.

"No, Harry, you know that's not what I meant!"

Harry chuckled. "No, I know. I couldn't stand being away any longer. Shit's already going down at Hogwarts. Some woman called Dolores Umbridge is the new DADA teacher. Haven't had any lessons yet, but she already hates me. Some people have apparently been reading the Daily Prophet, and believe their lies about my sanity!"

If Fleur didn't know any better, she'd have said that Harry was upset over people thinking he was insane- but she did know him, and knew he didn't care either way. Fleur took Harry's hand, and started leading him back to her- their- room. Once there, Harry sat on the bed, looking like he wanted to say something.

"What is it, my love? What has you troubled?"

The Lightning One lay back, arms splayed out on the bed, and sighed. "Fleur, I think I need to tell you everything that's happening right now. You know that Dumbledore has a prophecy that he will eventually tell me, one that's fake. Well, there is a real prophecy about me, saying that I will unite the races of Earth, ready for when we take to the stars. I just… I get the feeling I won't be going to the stars, Fleur. I think I'm destined for somewhere else, once Voldemort is finished. And another thing; I feel like a part of me is missing, all of the time. Since I met with Prometheus Drakul, I felt a part somehow closer than before, but still not fully part of me. I guess I'm feeling incomplete."

Fleur smiled slightly, at the man who was still his same old, insecure self. "Oh, Harry. I've known for a long time you would never have just me. Your lines, all very powerful, need to be continued. It's both tradition, and necessary. All I can tell you is that your wives will be just as powerful as I am, perhaps even more so. Now, relax, eject all of this from your mind, and kiss me!"

Harry's lips twitched, and did as she asked. Leaning over, he smashed his lips to hers in a fiery embrace. Two days was two days too long, thought Harry, as he gently cradled Fleur in his arms. He ran his hands through her silver, flowing hair as his lips crushed hers, and her tongue flicked at his lips. Opening his mouth, he met her tongue with his own, tasting her.

Fleur's arms wrapped around his neck, removing as much distance between them as she could. The Veela pushed her body against Harry's, feeling every hard muscle in his body tensing and relaxing in the moment. In reverse, Harry could feel every curve of Fleur's body as she writhed on top of him. The two separated for a moment, gasping for air, as they felt the fire between them burning hotter. Fleur flung a leg over her man's lap, straddling Harry's muscled thighs. Running his hands along her long legs, Harry slowly lifted Fleur's nightshirt up her body, and quickly over her head between breaths. He pulled back to properly take in the sight of her for the second time, and couldn't help the excited shiver it sent through him. She's stunning, he thought. In his moment of distraction, Fleur pulled his shirt over his head, flinging it into some corner of the room. She ran her smooth hands over the hard planes of his torso as Harry began to gently rub her back, massaging away the knots that had been there since he'd left.

Swiftly taking the lead, Harry took her breasts in his hands, surprised at the weight all the same, nearly overcome with arousal at the feel. Smirking, Harry held her gaze as he leant forward, taking a nipple in his mouth. Gently pulling it in his teeth, he flicked at the nub with his tongue as he watched Fleur's eyes roll back. Pleased with the results, he did it again, with the other nipple. This time, Fleur made a short groan. Thrusting her chest into his hands, Harry rubbed his rough, calloused hands over her sensitive skin, amazed at the glow that her skin was giving off.

Coming to her senses a little, Fleur crashed her lips into Harry's again, delving in with her tongue, exploring every inch of his mouth, as Harry did the same. Fleur's hips started to gently shift as her core grew hotter, her pyjama bottoms barely separated from Harry's growing member by a couple layers of cloth. She gently began to grind her centre over his rough jeans, gasping into his mouth as she did so. Harry let a hand fall to her rear, helping her move over him with greater vigour, sending gasps into the air louder than ever. Fleur, too, dropped a hand, cupping Harry and gently massaging his balls.

"Is this happening?" Harry asked. Fleur didn't even bother answering, she took Harry's belt in her hands and fried it with a fireball before he could argue. Retreating, she took his still red-hot zip in her teeth, and dragged it down his flies until his bulge sprang out of his trousers. Fleur looked over the mound at Harry, and saw his hidden nervousness, his hunger. Fleur let her human side go, and embraced the Veela. Breasts swinging beneath her, she took Harry's boxers in hand and slowly worked them down, working Harry up as she did. He could see the sexual predator in her eyes, and it turned him to no end. She was a goddess!

With Harry's cock finally free, Fleur dragged Harry to the end of the bed, and knelt on the floor. She took his dick in her hand, and slowly, teasingly rubbed her thumb over the tip. With her other, she softly massaged Harry's balls, tickling them as she prepared herself. At first, Fleur began by kissing the head and the shaft, softly blowing cold air over his member. Then, she lightly dragged her sensuous tongue over the tight skin, tasting him, wetting him. She ran her tongue over his head, around it, and probed the tip. Next, the Veela began to suck lightly on his head, occasionally running her tongue around his cock.

Taking the plunge, Fleur took him inch by tortuous inch down into her mouth, and then her throat. Swallowing convulsively, Fleur locked her eyes with her lovers', and popped his cock out of her mouth.

Harry's eyes had crossed and his mouth was working out how to speak. "What the fuck?!" Fleur chuckled, and went back to work. She nipped at his balls as she began to suck on them, her hands starting to jack him off. Harry was in heaven, as a goddess slowly drove him insane. He could feel his end coming quickly, much quicker than he wanted. "Fleur, Fleur, I'm cumming, you can stop!"

Of course, Fleur only took this as a reason to go ahead. She took his cock back into her mouth and sucked as hard she could, while keeping her hands going fondling him and stroking him off. Within a few minutes of this, Harry couldn't take it anymore, and called out, "Fleur! Oh shit, Fleur, I'm cumming!" Fleur took him as far back as possible, his cock slipping down her throat, as he began to pulse. White-hot, steaming cum surged down her throat, forcing her to back up as the floodgates opened. She swallowed every last drop of his sweet, powerful semen, almost tasting the magic stored within.

Kneeling back, Fleur swallowed again, clearing out her mouth as she crawled back up next to Harry. "How was that?" She asked, already knowing the answer.

"You're… that was… You're a fucking goddess, Fleur, oh my God!" Before Fleur could even blush in response, Harry seized her pyjama bottoms and dragged them down. "I think I'd better repay the favour…"

Harry took the same position as Fleur had not even seconds earlier, and took in the woman before him. Her pubic mound had been trimmed neatly, the silver-blonde hair disguising nothing. Harry ran his rough hands up Fleur's thighs, not breaking eye contact as his thumbs brushed her folds. He gently pulled them apart, and blew gently into her dripping opening. Harry leant forwards, and licked at each fold, he ran his tongue over her outer folds, and probed at her hole. His rough tongue had her in shivers as he lapped at the steady flow of honey coming from her pussy. Harry put a hand up, and started to roll and flick one of her nipples while he slowly put more and more of his tongue into Fleur's pussy.

When he couldn't get any further, he pulled the last stop out of the bag. Using his metamorph powers, Harry slowly elongated his tongue until Fleur was a writhing mess on the bed. He stroked every wall inside her, pushing at her rough G-spot with the tip of his tongue until Fleur was about to scream. Withdrawing, Harry smirked up at the goddess above him. The woman was shuddering, at the edge of her high, just waiting on that little bit more. Going back in, Harry zeroed in on her clit, lightly licking around it until Fleur couldn't take it anymore. Using his teeth, he lightly brushed her sensitive button, nipping at the hood, and flicking his tongue over it again and again. This time, Fleur screamed, flopping back onto the bed as Harry knelt back, satisfied in his work

Crawling up next to Fleur, Harry waited until she had her breath back. "How was that?" He asked, humour evident in his tone. Fleur looked askance at him, still riddled with the occasional shudder.

"How- How did you do that, my love? That was incredible!"

"Just a little bit of help from my metamorph powers." Harry was the picture of smug as he laid back, and Fleur cuddled into him. He could feel her still panting, her chest heaving. He never expected the evening to go this way, never in a million years. "Fleur, you are absolutely, the most amazing woman I have ever had the pleasure to meet! I love you, Fleur. I never thought I'd say it, but I love you."

Fleur sat back in shock. Her saying 'love' was one thing, but him? Her heart fluttered. Now was the time. Fleur once more straddled Harry, with her hands on his chest. With his long black hair splayed around him, he looked the very picture of Adonis. Sitting up just a bit, Fleur took Harry's magically still erect cock in hand, and slid it up and down her slit a few times. Once sure he was as wet as possible, she knelt back, slowly taking Harry into her canal. Veela had no hymen, so she wasn't worried about pain. She felt every vein, every inch of skin and meat that slid up inside her. Halfway down, Fleur began to rock backwards and forwards, sliding herself over Harry's cock, gasping every time he plunged back in. Harry lay back, basking in the view and ecstasy of the moment, occasionally bucking his hips into Fleur, resulting in a loud, wet smack each time.

Fleur gradually sunk lower and lower on Harry's member, until their hips met, smashing Fleur's clit onto Harry's abdomen. Throwing her head back, Fleur started moaning every time their hips met. With greater vigour, Harry started meeting her with every thrust. He revelled in the sensation of his dick being surrounded by her hot walls, the feeling of her womb just beyond his reach. Tired with his lack of participation, Harry flipped Fleur over on her back, and drove himself into her with lustful abandon. Harry lay over her, Fleur's breasts pressing into his chest with her nipples rock hard. Harry gripped her arms and held them above her head, and attacked her breasts like a sex-starved animal. He licked at them, nipped at them, he kneaded them until Fleur was crying out his name. Harry could feel his end coming, and soon. He rubbed at her clit until Fleur was shuddering underneath him again. Kneeling back slightly, Harry pulled Fleur towards him and drove into her with enough force to rock the bed with every bounce.

His end was nigh. The pressure in his balls heightened to an almost-painful amount before he let loose and sprayed Fleur's insides with his hot cum, falling forwards to kiss her as he pumped more and more of his seed into her womb. Harry lay sprawled over Fleur as she shuddered again and again for minutes on end as she filled up with his hot semen. Around them, a white glow sprang up as their bond was sealed.