Magic's limited visual information was not enough to see Harry flying very clearly, but she had the advantage of not being on the team, and therefore, was free to use magic. She manipulated the flame of magic to sharpen her eyesight, and was able to spot Harry clearly as he flew and searched for the Snitch. Not many people were able to clearly see the players as they flew, due to the weather conditions, but the score continued to go up as the dangerous game continued. Magic felt Harry's misgivings, felt his wish to possibly never play Quidditch again, was aware of his determination to win this particular game now that he was playing. She saw him when he took timeout with the rest of the team, kept her gaze focused on him exclusively as he flew back into the air, and saw him as he headed toward the Snitch.
Madam Hooch noticed, just as Magic did, when Harry's hand closed around the Snitch. Magic felt Harry's agony as it ripped through him, saw his broom and him being struck by lightning, which not only set the broom on fire, but sent massive amounts of electrical energy ripping through Harry's body. Magic took less time than it took for the sound of thunder to reach her ears to calculate an appropriate solution to the severity of Harry's current difficulty. She felt the energy ripping through his body, manipulated the flame of magic to convert it to raw magic, which she then channeled into both of them as she teleported into the air and grabbed Harry in her arms. She could feel a sensation throughout her body as if she was being burned, felt the flame of magic roaring hot and wild within them due to what she'd done, but it was far better than the alternative, his death. Magic had teleported Harry into the Hospital Wing before the clap of thunder from the lightning strike reached their ears.
Despite how hard she tried to keep holding Harry and remain standing, she couldn't. Magic fell to the ground and her body flailed, completely out of her control. She realized this was due to the massive amount of magical energy within both of them, which needed to discharge, as they possessed far too much energy. Magic was aware of only one solution to discharge the amount of energy they needed to release, channeling the magical energy into manifesting herself as many times as was needed. Fifteen Magic's appeared, fifteen new points of view, lined up against the walls and all staring with cool, placid gazes at she and Harry. Magic still felt the sensation of physical pain, but was now able to control her body as she rolled to her feet and stumbled slightly before she stabilized herself and moved toward where Madam Pomfrey was frantically waving her wand over Harry, who was laying very still in a bed.
"He is severely injured." Magic stated. "His internal organs, bone structure, and brain have been severely damaged."
"I'm well aware." Madam Pomfrey muttered in a distracted sort of way as she waved her wand over Harry, who Magic realized wasn't breathing. She could feel his life beginning to leave him as his internal organs started to shut down from the massive electrical energy that had ripped throughout his body.
"Move." Magic stated as she quickly formulated the only solution available to her, so that Harry would be healed.
"Young lady..." Madam Pomfrey began in a frantic tone.
One of the Magic's that was energy pulled her back as Magic stepped forward and lay her hands against Harry's head. Physical contact would provide maximum effect. Magic channeled the flame through herself and into Harry, changing the cells in his body to accept raw energy as hers had, causing the magic that was already healing him to accelerate. Magic noted his body glowing white as she saved his life, but the light only lasted zero point one two seconds. The feeling of the potential of their flame grew in massive amounts, and Magic was aware of the flame of Harry's magic pouring throughout his entire body. She pulled all the Magic's that were energy back into herself, leaving only she, Harry, and a far more powerful flame of magic that had completely healed Harry. Magic gazed at him, felt the changes, and calculated when he would regain consciousness.
"There is a ninety-two point four percent chance that Harry will regain consciousness by ten fifteen and twenty-three point two seconds tonight." Magic stated as Madam Pomfrey waved her wand over Harry, her jaw dropping.
"Just what have you done, young lady?" She asked. "It looks like Magic's running through his entire body! Just like you!"
"That is an accurate assessment of Harry's current condition." Magic stated. "It was necessary to alter him in this way so that he would survive."
"I have no idea how this is going to effect him as he grows up." Madam Pomfrey said, her voice shaking. "You should have consulted me!"
"Harry would have been dead and unrecoverable in four point four two seconds if I hadn't proceeded." Magic stated. "Harry's priority and my priority is his life. I have saved his life. I will be climbing into the bed with him, to remain close to him and hold him."
"This again?" Madam Pomfrey asked in a resigned sort of voice.
"Yes." Magic stated as she climbed into the bed next to Harry, who's body temperature was still the same as it had previously been. From her awareness of him, she knew that Harry would still require sleep, as his cells weren't completely able to fully accept raw energy as hers were, though their potential to do so was far greater than before. Magic found herself calculating how much sleep he might require, but it was an unknown factor.
Magic put her right arm around Harry and pulled him close to her body. She gazed down at his hand, which the Snitch lay in, partly melted from the lightning, and no longer containing the magic required to make it fly. Magic reached her left hand over Harry and picked up the Snitch, manipulated and guided the flame of magic to completely repair the ball. She succeeded. Magic knew that Harry's broom was ashes, so would have to recreate a new one if Harry wanted to continue to fly. She calculated what the best way would be to do so, determined that an essential would be protection from the weather. Consulting Harry about this was necessary, as she couldn't predict his response. Magic felt the Snitch fluttering in her hand, wanting to fly free, though she continued to hold it gently, calculating the minimum amount of force necessary to keep it within her hand. Judging from the behavior of Harry's friends and the Quidditch team, Magic calculated that the team would arrive, likely with Harry's friends, Ron, Hermione, Tracey, and Daphne. Magic lay still and listened, waited. Seven minutes and thirteen point three four seconds later, Magic faintly heard the sounds of them hurrying toward the Hospital Wing. Due to the acoustics within the castle, it was one minute and forty-three point nine seconds before they were quietly entering the Hospital Wing.
"Is Harry all right?" Hermione asked. Magic heard what she recognized as extreme worry, and an almost panicked quality in her voice. Magic stared at her stoically as she usually did.
"Yes." Magic stated. "Harry is currently unconscious." Magic held up her left hand. "Harry caught the Snitch before the lightning struck him."
Magic heard sighs of relief from Harry's friends and the team, and saw Wood's expression change from that of worry to that of glee and excitement.
"This is great!" He said. "If Harry stays on the team..."
Magic noted Daphne's look of anger, saw her hand swing at Wood's face, heard it impact with a loud slap.
"Is your team all you care about?" Daphne hissed in a tone Magic recognized as rage. "Harry looks like he almost died, and all you care about is, if he stays on the team? What could he do then, Wood? Catch the Snitch or die trying? Well, he already did that and I wouldn't be surprised if he leaves the team because of this."
"Daphne." Magic stated, and saw Daphne's blue eyes turn to glare at her, still furious. "Your anger will not help what's already happened. You're acting irrational."
"I'm just fine with that." Daphne shot back. "And you, Magic, do you even care about Harry? You sit there so calmly and say that he caught the Snitch before he was struck by lightning? Do you even care?"
Despite Daphne's rage, Magic could see tears beginning to form in her eyes. Based on Harry's previous encounters with his friends, and all that she knew of him, Harry would wish Magic to comfort Daphne. She gently pulled her arm away from Harry and climbed from the bed, placing the Snitch in Wood's hand as she passed him and moved toward Daphne.
"You require a hug." Magic stated, then pulled Daphne into her arms.
Magic felt Daphne's arms wrap tightly around her in a firm embrace, hearing her starting to sob and seeing the tears streaming down her face. Tracey, who had accompanied them, was looking between Magic, Daphne and Harry, her facial expression relieved. Ron was looking worried still, but Hermione's look was one Magic knew of as having discovered a piece of information that she'd been spending a great deal of time on. Given Daphne's emotional reaction, which was greater than the rest of them, and from what Magic knew of human behavior, Magic concluded there was a seventy-four point nine percent chance that Daphne had a feeling for Harry known as love. Magic's gaze focused on Ron, who caught her placid stare.
"Harry is all right." Magic stated. "You need not worry."
"Are you sure?" Ron asked, his tone of voice indicating concern.
"Yes." Magic stated. "I am one-hundred percent certain."
"He's quite all right, Mr. Weasley." Madam Pomfrey said in a voice magic knew of as gentle.
"Good." Ron said. His expression and tone of voice now indicated relief. Magic calculated a ninety-seven point eight percent chance that Harry would be happy at the outcome that she'd been able to comfort most of his friends immediately, and a one-hundred percent chance that he'd be happy that she had comforted all of his friends and teammates, as she calculated a ninety-one point two percent chance Daphne would be sufficiently comforted before Harry regained consciousness.
"I... Want to talk... Talk to Magic alone." Daphne stammered through her tears. "Will you... Come with me?"
"No." Magic stated in reply, knowing Harry wouldn't wish her to be far. "Accompany me this way."
Magic gently pulled away from Daphne and guided her close to Harry's bed, conjuring two chairs for both to sit in across from each other. Tears glistened on Daphne's face, and her expression was a mix between determination, deep concern, and worry. Magic gently pushed Daphne into her chair as she sat, placing a barrier around them to block all visual and auditory information from entering or exiting the privacy bubble, so no one would see or hear what they were discussing. Magic lit the inside with a soft light that was comfortable to the human eye, watching Daphne as she kept her gaze focused on Magic's placid one.
"I love him." Daphne said, her voice trembling, but determined. "I don't know if I fully realized it until he was hit, but I love him, and it's not just some school girl crush either."
Magic calculated that silence would be the best option to take at the moment.
"I've dreamed about us, being together, you know." Daphne continued. "Me and Harry... And I don't mind you with us, either, because I know that's what Harry would want."
"Yes." Magic agreed.
"I don't know if I'll ever marry him, but I do know I love him." Daphne said. "And right now, I want him to know."
Magic placed the information within Harry's mind, and from what she knew of how his mental processes worked, he would know the information when he regained consciousness.
"Harry will know this when he wakes." Magic stated. "I've placed the information within his mind."
"That's so impersonal." Daphne said. "I want him to hear it from me."
"He will undoubtedly confirm the information despite the implicit trust he has in me." Magic stated. "You will have an opportunity to tell Harry that you love him."
Magic noted that Daphne suddenly looked rather nervous at the prospect, despite her determination only one point three seconds before.
"Maybe I shouldn't have said anything." Daphne said. "Magic... You... You don't know how worried we all were when we saw Harry's flaming broom heading for the ground, and didn't see him. We thought he'd been..."
"Vaporized." Magic stated after two point three seconds of silence. "Due to your perception of the information available to you, that would have been a ninety-three point four percent chance that it would have appeared to be the case, but the odds of lightning vaporizing a human body while leaving a broom in tact is two point one three percent, an unreasonably low estimate to make such a conclusion viable."
"Hermione came up with that, too, but not with your precision." Daphne said. Magic noted her voice beginning to calm, and her facial expression becoming more relaxed.
"That is logical based on her noted behavior patterns and intellectual knowledge." Magic stated.
"Are you sure he's going to be all right?" Daphne asked.
"I've stated a one-hundred percent chance of this being the case." Magic responded. "I don't understand why you ask the question when you have already heard the information stated."
"Because, Magic, I'm an emotional human girl who needs the comfort of hearing, once again, that Harry's going to be okay." Daphne said.
Magic calculated a new response based on the information given to her, and stood, gently pulling Daphne up to her feet. She wrapped her arms around Daphne and rubbed her back as Daphne returned her embrace, then said, "Harry is going to be all right." Daphne chuckled through sobs of what Magic concluded as joy, and concluded that the response she'd calculated had been more helpful than her previous statements.
"You can drop the barrier now." Daphne said as she pulled away from Magic and sat back down, turning her chair to face the bed.
Magic did so and turned her chair to face the bed as well. No one had left. She looked at the faces of relief and curiosity that were around the bed, Ron, Hermione, and Tracey focused on where Magic and Daphne had been behind the privacy bubble, the rest looking at Harry. As she gathered data about the people around her, Magic took Harry's left hand in her right gently, calculating a one-hundred percent chance that Harry would be comforted by her physical contact with him. Other than responding to people around her when they spoke with her, ensuring Harry's friends were comforted, and maintaining the physical contact of holding Harry's hand, Magic had nothing more to do but wait for Harry to regain consciousness. When the rest of the team and Harry's friends left, Magic vanished her conjured chairs and climbed into the bed with Harry, holding him against her body.
*** Harry POV ***
Harry was slowly regaining consciousness, and first became aware of the feel of his flame. It wasn't pooled within his chest as it normally was. It was spread throughout his entire body, and felt more like the combine phoenix and flame of his magic than it ever had before. It was warm, comforting, and constant, and felt just as strong as it had been when it was pooled within his chest, though he felt that it could become stronger. Harry next became aware of arms wrapped around him, and realized he was being held by Magic, who was behind him. He could feel his hands holding on to her hot ones, feeling a grin spreading across his face at how close they were. As he basked in the comfort, he remembered what had brought him to the Hospital Wing, and realized that lightning had struck him. Somehow, Magic had saved his life, and he felt a warm feeling flowing through him at the conclusion he'd arrived at. He felt far closer to Magic than ever before, felt her loosen her grasp around him as he turned over to face her. Before he spoke, he became aware of something else, a strange type of knowledge that felt like the knowledge he'd receive from Magic, but felt different somehow. He was certain that Daphne had told Magic that she loved him. He'd need to confirm that, he thought, but felt happy at the prospect. As he opened his eyes, he lay still, feeling his magic throughout his body, and the clarity he had within his mind despite his emotions.
"Hey." Harry said quietly. "Thanks for saving my life, Magic."
"I do as you wish, and you wished to live." Magic stated in reply. Harry loved the comfortingly familiar response.
"So. What's the update, nurse?" Harry asked, still grinning and not feeling tired at all.
"Your magical energy level potential is greater than before." Magic stated. "Your cellular structure can process raw energy like my own, but less so than I, as I know you wish to continue enjoying human activities."
"Right." Harry said. "But am I going to be okay? How long do I need to stay here?"
"Madam Pomfrey wishes you to remain here throughout the rest of the night." Magic stated. "You will be okay. The effects of the lightning strike have been nullified, and your body fortified against such lightning strikes as a result of my intervention and partial transformation of your body. Other changes include an increased potential for the strength of your magical energy, increased ability to survive physical harm without injury, increased regeneration of your body against physical wounds, and increased mental clarity during emotional situations. I was unaware of the last until you woke, but your mental processes have undergone a slight change."
"Well, I'm alive, and happy, and that's all that matters." Harry said. "So, what happened while I was unconscious?"
"I repaired the Snitch, comforted your friends and teammates, and learned from Daphne that she loves you." Magic stated.
"I'll want to ask her that." Harry responded. "You repaired the Snitch?" Harry chuckled. "Why?"
"Madam Hooch would have been unhappy that a Quidditch ball experienced severe damage. Repairing the damage was logical to ensure she wouldn't be unhappy. You wouldn't wish Madam Hooch to be unhappy. Repairing the Snitch was logical to ensure an outcome you would wish for." Magic stated.
"Here we go again with the complex explanations for a simple thing. You wanted to repair it." Harry responded.
"I stated my explanation. Yours for my action is not accurate." Magic responded.
"Well, if you want to explain things like that, I'm just fine with it." Harry said cheerfully. "So. The broom. What happened to it?"
"It burned to ashes due to the lightning strike." Magic stated. "It was unable to be repaired. I've formulated a solution to create a better broom you could use if you wish me to create one."
"I don't know that I want to play Quidditch after that." Harry said. "They ought to have canceled in that kind of weather. The fact that they didn't? Well, that's just demonstrating the sheer stupidity of people in the wizarding world. They really don't have much logic, do they?"
"It would appear your conclusion is correct." Magic stated.
"I don't know about you, but I'm starving." Harry responded. "Any way we might be able to get some food?"
"Yes." Magic stated, moving away from him and climbing from the bed. Harry sat up, and despite his happiness and joy, still felt calm as well, and also felt the clarity that came from being calm rather than emotional.
Harry listened to Magic's footsteps as she walked over to what he assumed was some type of table, then heard her return and gently place a rather warm tray in his lap.
"Soup has been prepared for you, which will refill itself until your hunger is satisfied." Magic stated.
"Is there one for you, too?" Harry asked.
"Yes." Magic replied.
"Good." Harry said, smiling.
He began to eat in silence, hearing Magic doing the same. As he ate, he realized that the flame of magic, which now ran throughout his body, was growing more powerful as he ate, doing so far quicker than he remembered. He felt quite hungry, though, and found himself eating the soup that remained full and warm within the bowl for about an hour before he was both full in his stomach and full in his magic. The feeling of the flame within his body felt a lot better now that it had reached its full strength, at least, for the moment. He handed the tray back to Magic, who placed it back where she'd got it before returning to the bed where he sat, climbing in next to him and putting her right arm around him. Harry leaned back with a wide grin, but only moments after he'd gotten comfortable, he heard the door to the Hospital Wing open.
"Harry!" He heard Sirius Black's voice say quietly, and heard not only him, but Sharen hurrying over to him.
"We heard about what happened." Sharen said as she hugged him. "Are you okay? Do you feel all right? Is there anything you need that we can get you?"
Harry hugged Sharen back, still grinning, then said, "I'm okay, Sharen. Thanks. Magic helped me, she had to change me to save me, though. And I'm not sure what that'll mean for the future."
"I don't care." Sharen said. "I'm just glad you're alive."
"So am I, Harry." Sirius said, one of his hands clasping his right shoulder.
"When did you find out what happened?" Harry asked.
"We got the letter just a few minutes ago and Flooed in." Sharen said. "We both wanted to see you as soon as possible."
"I'm glad you came." Harry said, and despite the few tears of joy that rolled down his cheeks, his voice was steady. "The Dursley's wouldn't have ever done anything like this."
"Well, we're better than they are." Sharen said cheerfully.
"You sure there's nothing you need, Harry?" Sirius asked.
"Yeah. I'm sure." Harry replied.
"I could buy you a Firebolt if you wanted one." Sirius said. "You are going to keep playing Quidditch, aren't you?"
"Nope, that's it." Harry said.
"But you did so well!" Sirius cried.
"Yeah. And the school's insistence on playing a sport in terrible weather, while lightning was striking, was a really good way to get me off the team and stop me from playing Quidditch ever again." Harry said. "I swear, there's no common sense in the wizarding world."
"If I hadn't done anything to save Harry's life, he would be either dead, or would have burned like a phoenix and would now be a child." Magic stated. "If he didn't have the advantage of phoenix magic or powerful magic in general, the manner in which the lightning struck his broom and him would have ensured a ninety-three percent chance of death within two seconds, and a ninety-seven point nine percent chance that he would remain dead after five seconds."
"I guess I see your point." Sirius said.
"Well, I'm glad you do." Harry replied. "No common sense in the wizarding world, just absolutely none."
"I wouldn't be surprised if they rethink their policies after what happened." Sharen said.
"And I wouldn't be surprised if they didn't." Harry responded. "They should have thought about them before even letting Quidditch go on in weather like that."
"Agreed." Sharen said.
"How are you doing, Sharen?" Harry asked. "When we've talked in our letters, you've told me you're doing okay."
"I'm doing okay, yes, Harry." Sharen said. "My parents death, it just took me by surprise, is all. And it was shocking. To think, that a witch and wizard could die in something as mundane as a car crash... I just didn't think that would ever happen."
"I'm glad you're getting better, grieving." Harry said.
"So am I." Sharen responded. "Sirius has helped a lot, too."
"I just told you my story is all, identified with your loss." Sirius said.
"And it helped." Sharen responded. "A lot."
"So, Harry." Sirius said. "You planning to stay up or get some sleep?"
"Get sleep if I can." Harry responded. "I don't feel too tired, but I want to lay down, rest, enjoy the comfort of Magic with me."
"Then we'll leave you be." Sharen said gently as she gently pushed Harry to lay down in the bed, doing the same for Magic beside him.
"Oh, one thing before I go." Sirius said after a moment. "Great job on getting old Snivellus fired, Harry, that was way more than I expected from you. You'll be a marauder yet!"
"Oh, please." Harry stated. "He did that to himself, getting all emotional because of my public involvement in freeing you."
"Doesn't surprise me a bit." Sirius said. "Well, good night, then, Harry, and do avoid flying through anymore thunder storms, won't you?"
"You better believe I'll avoid it." Harry responded, grinning. Despite not feeling too tired, Harry fell asleep within a few minutes.
Harry entered the Gryffindor common room to hear people talking to each other, but his attention was quickly diverted as a hand clasped his own firmly. He gasped as someone pulled him toward a couch with a powerful, relentless strength, and as he was pushed down on it, there was nothing but he and the mystery person, everyone elses voices having left.
"Harry." Daphne said in a low, seductive voice. "I love you, you know that. Don't you?"
"Um, Daphne?" Harry asked as she pushed herself on his lap and wrapped her arms around him tightly.
"Kiss me." She breathed, then her warm, soft lips pressed to his own as her body moved on him, pressing firmly against him.
In moments, Harry was panting as he woke, feeling a euphoric pleasure that made him feel almost as if he was floating, finding himself firmly pressing Magic's clothed body up against his, his heart pounding. She was on top of him and her left cheek was pressed to his own. He could hear her calm breathing as his own calmed rather quickly, and despite his situation, he was fully aware of everything around him, could still think with the clarity of calm. He was aware of something rather messy in his pants and realized that he'd just had, what Sharen had told him, was a wet dream. Rather than panic or get embarrassed, Harry simply cleaned himself with a thought, heard no one around him, and checked the time on his watch, enjoying Magic's body on top of his own. He found it was only three o'clock in the morning, and felt as if he'd had a full nights sleep. He felt Magic's cheek leave his own, then she said quietly enough for him to hear, "Your dreams would be greater in intensity and realism if we had..."
"Stop." Harry quietly and calmly interrupted. "We're not doing that."
"You wish to experience this." Magic stated.
"Yes, but we're not doing that." Harry said, his tone resolute.
"Privacy can be achieved so your desires can be achieved without..." Magic began.
"Magic, no. No, no, no." Harry said.
Magic said nothing more afterward, but as his mind began to wander to the dream among other things, her hands gently touched his face, her fingers hot and smooth as she caressed his cheeks with a touch that was very light, but sent pleasure sweeping through his body.
"You wish Daphne to touch you like this, and Tracey, and me." Magic stated, accurately reading his thoughts as always. "You are now aware of what it feels like."
"And right now, at this time, I won't be taking it all the way." Harry said, focusing his mind away from his fantasies.
"But you can take it this far." Magic stated.
Her hands gripped his face more firmly, the heat of her skin against his rather attractive, pleasurable. Her lips pressed to his own firmly and Harry felt an unexpectedly powerful sensation sweep over him. Almost before he realized what he was doing, his hands were tangled in Magic's hair as he gripped it, pushing her mouth harder against his. In moments, he pulled her away from him, as she showed no signs of doing so first, but Harry wasn't surprised about that. He liked it, so he knew she would do what he liked, and as he also wanted it, at least, a part of him did, she did as well.
"We can continue." Magic stated.
"Can, but won't." Harry said, his heart pounding as he basked in the euphoria of the pleasure he received.
Harry felt Magic gently rub his face between her strong hands, gripped her wrists, and pulled her hands away from his face. Her wrists twisted from his grip and he felt her hands grasp his own in a firm, unbreakable grip. The knowledge that he was in control of this strong girl who was becoming a woman, who's strength he couldn't resist, but who would do all that he desired, made him want to go much further than he already was. Swallowing, he focused on the theory of transfiguration relating to transfiguring an animal into an object such as a goblet, immersing himself in the intricacies of the theory despite Magic's very willing and strong body pressed against his own, and her hands grasping his in a grip he couldn't hope to break, though one that didn't hurt him. As he thought about the theories, he couldn't help but feel Magic and think about what it might feel like if her hands weren't just gripping his, but were under his clothes. Before the line of thought could go any further, Harry pulled hard against her and wrenched from her grasp, pushing her to one side of the bed as he climbed from the other.
"If my growth continues as it has, I will have the body of a woman by July of this year." Magic said quietly as she climbed from the bed and stood quite close to him, telling him what he'd been curious to know.
"Got to think of something else. Potions. And the reaction between..." Harry said as he moved back. Magic moved forward. Her arms swept him up and he had a brief thought, a desire to know, which was all she needed to press her lips to his as she arched her back, pressing his body harder against her own.
Harry heard a door outside the hospital wing close and pulled from her, dropping to the floor. Despite the fire of desire within him, he knew he was in a place where anyone could come in and see them both, which wasn't anything he wanted happening, especially if they were kissing or doing other things because of his desires. The diversion effectively put a stop to actively wishing to know what Magic was very willing to show him, and quietly, he conjured two chairs for he and Magic to sit in with a thought, sitting down in the comfortable furniture with her sitting in front of him, their knees almost touching.
"I need a chaperone, or this is going to get out of hand very, very quickly." Harry said quietly to Magic.
"I do as you desire. Nothing is out of hand." Magic stated. "It's what you wish."
"Yes, but I really would rather not have Madam Pomfrey or the other professors, or even my guardians angry with me." Harry said. "I haven't told them that I'm attracted to you yet."
Magic said nothing, and Harry thought about who might be able to watch them both. Sirius was an option, but he probably couldn't hide himself very well, especially since his Animagus form was registered already. And, if he had him there, he'd probably be teased by the students about how he was so helpless that he needed more than just Magic now, he also needed his Godfather. Sirius wasn't the solution, Harry thought.
"Rose Landry." Magic stated.
"What?" Harry asked.
"You seek a solution, someone to watch you so you won't continue physical intimacy with me. Rose Landry." Magic responded.
Rose could certainly hide herself, Harry thought, and she was old enough to watch him, moral enough not to do anything with anyone else in the dormitory, which she'd have to go in to keep an eye on him. He didn't know how comfortable he was with that, but he was more comfortable with her watching him than Sharen or Sirius, as she knew more about the relationship between he and Magic than others did. With a thought, he had Magic track Rose just as a Phoenix would find someone, opening her link of knowledge with him. To his surprise, he noted her sitting at a desk and gazing at a parchment, and from the look on her face, she was concentrating. From what Magic could see of the office using magic to look ahead of any teleporting, or other action, it was a fairly empty place. With a thought, Harry opened a window in front of Rose's desk so she could see and hear him where he sat, and he could hear her, and if he'd been able to see, could probably see her too. He heard the scratching of a Quill in front of him and took a quiet breath.
"Rose." He said quietly, in almost a whisper so he wouldn't startle her. The scratching of the Quill stopped.
"Harry?" Rose asked, her voice surprised.
"I need your help." Harry said, feeling himself blushing. While he was comfortable talking about intimacy with Magic, since she knew everything about him already, he found himself uncomfortable talking about it with another woman, even Rose.
"Well, it's not help with saving your life from that lightning strike, I know." Rose responded, her voice calm, and Harry felt her magic touching the magical window he'd created to talk to her. Her voice sounded fascinated as she said, "Harry, put out your hand, will you?"
Harry did so, and felt Rose grip his hand firmly for a moment before releasing it.
"That is utterly fascinating." She said to herself, and Harry recognized she was about to get absorbed in testing his magic, as she had during some of their sessions together.
"Rose." Harry said, blushing deeper, his heart pounding as he felt nervousness. He still felt a clear mind, though, as if he was calm at the same time. "I really need your help."
"Oh." Rose said, then cleared her throat and pulled back her magic that was feeling the magical portal. "Okay. You have my undivided attention. What is it you need help with?"
"I need a chaperone to watch Magic and I." Harry said. "She does what I want, and when I want to know things like what kissing feels like, or other things, it gets out of hand quickly."
Harry's voice was steady despite his embarrassment, and through his knowledge of Rose from Magic, he knew her face was turning a little red as she blushed slightly.
"Haven't you gone all the way with her yet, Harry?" She asked in a nonchalant tone, then added in one of disappointment, "I'm very disappointed if you haven't. I can tell you, if I had a willing man at my beck and call like you've got Magic, I wouldn't stop at a..."
"Rose!" Harry hissed firmly, feeling his heart pounding harder as he blushed even deeper.
Rose was chuckling, Harry realized, and through Magic's knowledge, could see her grinning widely, apparently taking delight in his embarrassment.
"Okay, Harry." She said with a grin. "I assume you'll only want someone to watch you at night. That's just fine with me, since I do most of my work at night at the moment."
"What are you working on, anyway?" Harry asked.
"I've been trying to duplicate your advanced magic, such as your brand of teleportation, things like this portal, how you travel back in time, which, by the way, would get around all the limitations of only being able to travel six hours into the past that we know of in time travel. And, also trying to duplicate your creation of beings like Magic." Rose said. "But, if you need someone to watch you and Magic because you're too afraid of having s..."
"Rose." Harry said, shocked at her brazen attitude. Rose laughed hard.
"Okay, okay. I'll stop." She said. "If you move that portal of yours over, then I'll come through and watch the two of you quietly. I won't say another word."
Still blushing, Harry moved the portal over so that Rose could walk through it from her office and appear in Hogwarts, and as he did so, he realized he could hear footsteps approaching. He felt a familiar magic, that he recognized to be from one of the Professors, tried to sense it deeper and pick out the differences from other adults he knew. It was Professor Dumbledore, he realized, proud of himself for being able to figure such a thing out on his own.
"Ah." Professor Dumbledore said as he stepped into the hospital wing. "I thought you might be experimenting again, Harry, though this is outside your usual time of six to eight in the evening."
"How did you know?" Harry asked as he felt a fully concealed and invisible Rose step through the portal, collapsing it. He felt an unfamiliar wave of gentle magic pass through the room, and through Magic's knowledge, he saw Professor Dumbledore's eyes flick over to where she stood for a moment.
"There are many things that, as Headmaster, I'm aware of which go on in the castle." Professor Dumbledore said. "If you're willing to indulge this old man's curiosity, Harry, what was your experiment today?"
"Getting me a chaperone." Harry said. "And I can't tell you who it is, but they'll be watching Magic and I."
"Ah." Professor Dumbledore said in an understanding voice. "Yes. I wondered if you might need someone to do such a thing, given how you do all that Harry wishes, Magic. The wonders of youth."
"Is there anything else I can do for you?" Harry asked.
"I do wish to discuss something with you. However, not in your present company." Professor Dumbledore responded.
"Is it about Voldemort?" Harry asked.
"It is." Professor Dumbledore replied. "It regards the topic we discussed after Professor Snape, the day he was removed from his position here at Hogwarts."
"Oh." Harry said. "My company knows all about that."
"Spreading such information is most unwise, Harry." Professor Dumbledore stated.
"Well, at the time, this person was with me after I delved into Voldemort's memory." With a thought, Harry put a privacy barrier around the hospital wing, then continued after ensuring it was just himself, Magic, Rose and Professor Dumbledore in the room. "So, you found another one, I take it?"
"Indeed I have." Professor Dumbledore replied. "And, given your advanced abilities with magical use, and your involvement in the situation with Voldemort, I wondered if you might wish to accompany me."
"I'd love to." Harry said. "When do we leave?"
"We can go now if you wish." Professor Dumbledore stated. "Though, I dare say Madam Pomfrey may not be happy with us, should she find you missing."
"Then we'll wait until later on today." Harry said. "Do you know what it is that we're getting, sir?"
"A ring, containing a stone with some rather unique properties." Professor Dumbledore responded. "I shall await your arrival in my office, then, Harry, and we shall brave Voldemort's traps together. Might I enquire if your company will be coming with us?"
"Not sure." Harry said. "But, if they do, you can relax. I haven't told anyone else about Voldemort's Horcruxes."
"Good." Professor Dumbledore replied. "The less others know, the greater our chances of finding and destroying them are, without being discovered. Until later on today, then, Harry."
"See you then." Harry said, listening to Professor Dumbledore's footsteps walk off as he dropped the privacy barrier. The rest of that morning, Harry's mind was occupied more with Voldemort and his Horcruxes than it was with physical intimacy with Magic, Daphne, Tracey, or anyone else, but despite that, he felt Rose remaining with him, invisible, silent, and just as she'd said, saying nothing, only watching.