Aggressive Love - V1.2.
DarkDragen
Chapter 8: Chapter 7
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Chapter Seven.
King's Cross Station, June 25 1995:
Before Harry and Hermione knew it, they were back at King's Cross Station. Both were unhappy about this, as they would spend some time away from each other, and after hours of fucking each other, was something they didn't want. They enjoyed each other so much that they wanted to keep going for the rest of their lives. But knew that they couldn't, no matter how much they wanted to.
By the time that they got to King's Cross Station, Hermione put her necklace back on so that she would look human again and both were wearing clothes. It was something that now that Harry knew the truth about her, she didn't want that to happen, she wanted to show her true self and not hide it. But living in the Muggle World, it was something that couldn't happen.
Both of them didn't want to wear clothing either, as they wanted to be naked so that if Harry wanted to fuck Hermione, he would have an easy time in doing so. But be it the Wizarding World or Muggle World, neither of these worlds allowed being naked in public, something that upset the teens.
As they got off the train, and making sure that Ron didn't see them, the two walked arm in arm and made their way out of Platform 9. As they made their way out, Harry began to say, "I know the headmaster said it would be too dangerous to stay in contact this summer and that I'm supposed to stay at my relatives bu-mmph!" Hermione cut Harry off with a quick kiss, thinking that he was going to tell her not to contact him during the summer. "Don't worry Harry. You just leave it to me." She told her new lovers mysteriously.
Whilst the two of them were in a world of their own, thanks to riding high off their sexual experience, they didn't notice anything as they walked. However, this stopped when Harry bumped into someone. As they stopped, they saw it was a pale lady with blonde hair. Next to her, they saw the last two people, other than Ron, that they didn't want to see right now: Draco Malfoy and his father, Lucius. Which meant that this woman was Draco's mother.
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The Malfoy's:
Draco Malfoy was absolutely ecstatic, tinged with just a little nervousness. After Potter had returned at the end of the Third Task, with the dead body of Cedric Ciggory. Potter told everyone there at the time that the Dark Lord was back and he had killed Ciggory.
Draco couldn't believe it, Lord Voldemort, the one whose stories he was raised on, was back. Of course, Draco at first thought it could have been a ploy or a trick by Potter but that didn't seem likely. Draco didn't think he had the guile to spin such a story, nor would he have any reason to lie.
The blond haired Malfoy was looking forward to finding out first hand. His father was an Inner Circle member, so he believed that his father for sure would know if the Dark Lord was back or not. His father told him that he managed to use his Slytherin whiles to not only avoid a stint in Azkaban, but to come off looking like a saint who was taken advantage of.
It was because of this that the elder Malfoy was his son's role model. Draco wanted to be just like his father when he grew up and eventually became Lord Malfoy.
And now, with the rumours and wild speculation about the return of the greatest Dark Lord in a century, he might just be able to emulate his father by following the family tradition and becoming a Death Eater. Working to further the Pureblood cause and cement their place above the Mudbloods and Muggles.
The only thing about the entire situation that was unfortunate, in Draco's mind, was that he had to wait until he got home for confirmation. It wouldn't do to write home and ask in his impatience. He knew better than that, and how his father would be unable to confirm or deny over owl post anyway.
But he was just so giddy with excitement to know for sure!
Draco was glad to be friends with Pansy when she reminded him that he needed to be calm. Now wasn't the time for boasting, if for no other reason than because it would be in bad taste with the death of a student.
It wasn't all good news for Draco though. Throughout the whole last week of school, Potter and his Mudblood friend had been insufferably lovey dovey. Holding hands and hugging all the time made him think that they might have literally become attached at the hip. Luckily he'd only ever heard about how they were caught a few times snogging in a broom closet and never actually had to witness such a disgusting sight first hand.
He shuddered when he saw just that, Potter and Granger embracing in the middle of Platform 9., entirely uncaring of how everyone else could see them. "What a disgusting display." Draco muttered to himself and pointedly didn't look in their direction again while he scanned the crowd for his parents.
It wasn't long before he picked them out, standing apart from the common riff raff, as they should be. His father, Lucius Malfoy, had the same silver blond hair as his son only instead of short and slicked back, it was long and fell past his shoulders. Lucius was dressed in immaculate Acromantula Silk robes, and kept his posture ramrod straight with his hands folded, one over the other, on his decorated cane that cleverly concealed his wand. All of this was capped off with a picture perfect, blank expression. As though he was content in his superiority over everyone else on the platform.
Draco's mother, Narcissa Malfoy nee Black, was the very embodiment of a Pureblood noble woman. Dressed in the latest fashionable robes that hugged her curves, and teased at what lay beneath, but managed to protect her modesty all the same. Ice blue ice and straight, platinum blonde hair gave her a Nordic beauty that men couldn't help but be captivated by, and women can't help but feel jealous envy. Her posture simply radiated a sense of regal standing that let others know just how much better she was then them.
But while Draco's father kept careful control over his emotions letting nothing slip past his neutral mask, his mother wore a smile but with a tightness around her eyes.
"Father, mother." Draco greeted his parents as stoically as he could to maintain their public image as paragons of nobility.
"Draco."
"My little dragon!"
His parents greeted at the same time while his mother simultaneously swept him up into a warm hug. This was a familiar, yet embarrassing experience.
Narcissa was excessively worried for her son, now more than ever. She had been trying since Draco was born to raise him right and keep him safe. Safe, in her definition, was following his own path so long as he steered well clear of walking in his father's footsteps. But her son seemed determined to become a carbon copy of his father, much to her chagrin and despite all her best efforts to stop it.
It's not like she was against Lord Voldemort, far from it. But while she had never been a Death Eater, and never taken the Dark Mark, she was married to one. And she remembered all too well the early mornings when her husband would come home, shaking and sickly from being Crucioed. Whether he had failed an important task, or because the Dark Lord was simply taking out his frustration, or even for as little as questioning their lord, he was held under the torture curse.
At the time that had simply been the norm for their lives and they thought nothing of it. Now that he… no… she, had returned, Narcissa feared for her son. She knew how Draco looked up to his father and wanted to be just like him, so it was no surprise that he would want to be inducted as a Death Eater as soon as possible.
But he had no idea what it was really like. They had raised him without a single hardship in his life and he wanted for nothing as they spoiled him rotten. She knew her son was unprepared for serving the Dark Lord. And Narcissa worried that one day, Draco would fail one task to many and it would cost him his life.
But that was not the only thing that she feared would end her son's life. No, it was the way he talked about Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. The Dark Lord, no, Lady had told her Death Eater that under no circumstances would she hear them bad mouthing or planning to hurt or kill the young teen. Anyone found doing so would soon be begging for death by the time she was done with them. And with how her son had talked about Potter in the past, she feared that he would soon end up being killed by the Dark Lady.
Narcissa knew it was for the best that she talked to her son as soon as possible, to prevent him from doing something stupid in front of their Lady.
"Did you have a good year at school Draco?" Lucius smoothly interjected as Narcissa finally let him go.
A wide smile split his face, "The tournament was so exciting father! I even got to meet Viktor Krum when Durmstrang arrived, and the ball was fantastic!" Draco started chattering from one subject to another, barely taking any time to breathe.
"But it wasn't all great. Potter ended up winning." He finishes with a glare at the subject of his ire as Harry and Hermione drew closer to passing the Malfoy family on their way off the platform.
"I can't believe he won while the real Hogwarts champion ended up dying." Draco said loudly, hoping to get a rise out of the normally brash Gryffindor. This is what Narcissa feared about, she just hoped that this doesn't return to Voldemort. As if it did, she feared what might happen to her son.
All that ended up in doing was accomplishing nothing, as Harry walked arm in arm with Hermione, looking for all the world like love struck teenagers, as they completely ignored Draco.
In fact, if Harry didn't bump right into Narcissa, who indignant squawk as she stumbled before catching her balance, they would have kept on walking.
Upon seeing who they ran into, Narcissa noticed that the couple gave cold looks to both her husband and son. It would seem that her family had given these two trouble in the past. She didn't care about the Muggleborn witch, as she wasn't important, but Potter, that was another story altogether. After all, he was the Last Potter Heir. If it wasn't for the Dark Lady wanting him dead, Potter could have been a great ally, seeing that the Potters were one of the oldest families in England, older and more powerful than the Malfoys.
But with the looks that the future Lord Potter was giving her husband and son, it would seem that any plans she might have for an alliance wouldn't work. She knew that her husband had his reasons for hating Potter, mainly because he defeated his lord and master, and he was connected stronger to Dumbledore, but she thought he would think beyond that. Be a true Slytherin. And find a way to become an ally to Potter. But no, he seemed to be foolish and held onto a grudge instead of thinking about the future, one where the Dark Lord might not have returned.
Whilst the Malfoy name held respect, power and connections, mainly thanks to her, she knew that it wouldn't last forever. Not with how her husband held onto the belief that Purebloods had more power than Muggles. Don't get her wrong, she didn't trust Muggles and she didn't like them that much, she knew one important thing about them. They outnumbered Purebloods, that one day they would be in control, what then? What would happen to the Malfoy? Her birth family, the Blacks, are more than less dead, there was no way that they could be rebuilt.
She had hoped that she could do something with the Malfoy family, to keep it from dying out like the Blacks. But yet, it would seem that her husband didn't want to do anything to do with the Muggles or with people like Potter. Wanting to stick with the old traditions, and so have the Malfoy family die out.
As for her son, seeing how he shared the same beliefs as her husband, she lost all hope that he would be different years ago. But she held some slim hope he would be smarter than her husband, but seeing how he looked at Potter and the Muggleborn girl, she realized there was no hope for him either.
Either way, after a few seconds of staring at each with hostility, Potter looked at her and said, "Mrs. Malfoy, I'm sorry for bumping into you like that. I hope I didn't hurt you?"
"No you did not." Narcissa informed the young man, and was somewhat glad that he apologised to her. Sure, it wasn't a proper one, but at least it was an apology.
"In that case, goodbye." said Potter as he walked off with his Muggleborn lover.
The problem was Draco wasn't happy with the apology, he wanted a better one from Potter. He tried to go after Potter, to either curse him or demand a better apology from him.
Thankfully, before her son could do anything foolish, Lucius caught their son with a hand on his shoulder.
"No need to make a spectacle Draco." His father said while holding him back from doing something foolish on the crowded platform.
Narcissa was glad that Lucius knew how to act in public, at least most of the time. He knew not to act up when there were lots of people around, and as such give the Malfoy name. She just wished this was one of the better skills her son could have picked up, but didn't. Unless there was someone there to stop him, he would often act first and think later. This created a lot of problems for her and Lucius, they had to pay people off so they wouldn't talk about how Draco acted.
If he wasn't her son, Narcissa would give up on Draco, as he was creating a lot of problems for the family. Unless something happened, she didn't know what would happen to him and the Malfoy name.
"But father…" Draco trailed off uncertainly.
"Just. Let. It. Go." His father commanded forcefully in a tone that heavily implied there would be no arguing about this.
Lucius couldn't afford to let his son run off and do something the entire family would regret. Ever since the Dark Lord's resurrection there had been a period of adjustment that they were still working through even now.
The first of many changes was that the Dark Lord was apparently comfortable being a woman now. A stunningly beautiful woman who made her displeasure at his attempts at flirting known by way of Crucio.
It wasn't an unexpected reaction.
What was surprising however, was how fast she had taken to befriending his wife, Narcissa. The day that Dark Lady came to their home and announced who she was, proving who she was with the Dark Mark and Crucio, she had quickly pulled Narcissa aside to talk in private. When he asked his wife what she and the Dark Lady had discussed, the only response Narcissa would give was along the lines of 'girl talk.' She kept insisting that it was nothing important or relevant to him, and the only solid answer he could glean was that Voldemort's new body and gender were here to stay.
Apparently whatever ritual had brought him back as a woman, regardless of the fact it was obviously done incorrectly, had positive side effects in that she was now stronger than ever before.
Her new gender aside, the Dark Lady still commanded the same level of respect she had cultivated from the war. Lucius knew better than to question her after her identity had been confirmed. He especially knew it was still his old master after his disastrous attempt at courting her for a better position in her ranks.
Luckily his wife was there to take care of things for him again. Narcissa had been invaluable to him throughout their years of marriage. At first he thought she would be nothing but a trophy wife and a decoration to wear on his arm for social events.
That's why he was pleasantly surprised when her advice and insight had proven to be greatly beneficial in lifting the Malfoy family name to new heights.
She had known from a young age that her and her sisters would be in arranged marriages. But Narcissa wouldn't just settle for mediocrity, no matter who she ended up betrothed to. That's why she had put the effort in to learn all she could in order to ensure she could live a comfortable life of wealth and prestige.
It turned out to be a near thing that she hadn't ended up a black widow like that Zabini woman. But Lucius proved competent enough by having a high position and wealth, as well as not being a drooling Neanderthal who couldn't even dress himself like some Pureblood as she knew. So he would never know how close he'd come to death in the early days of their marriage.
"Alright father. But why are we just letting Potter go with his blatant disrespect?" Draco whined. Surprised that his father reprimanded him in public. His father rarely did this, and only did so if it was important.
He noticed a significant look pass between his mother and father where they seemed to communicate something important without verbalising it.
"Not here Draco. We have much to discuss at home." Lucius said with finality. He wanted to say more, but with too many ears about, he knew he had to be careful as to what he said to his son. He just hoped that his son wouldn't act rashly and get himself into trouble.
And that was fine with Draco. His excitement was instantly renewed and he couldn't wait to meet the Dark Lord.
Meanwhile Narcissa had composed herself and glanced at the retreating form of Harry Potter. Initially she had been appalled at the rude behaviour of the raven haired teen. Sure, he had apologised, but not in a way of someone of his standing. There were standards as to how someone should act from aNoble and Most Ancient House.
But already she was making excuses for him in her mind. The poor boy grew up without parents so obviously he wasn't taught proper manners as befitting someone of his station. Whoever his current guardians are were doing a terrible job of raising him.
She could do so much better. Harry deserved someone to be there for him, to care for him, to show him the love he so obviously was lacking. He needed someone who could stand beside him, a woman who could guide him in this dark and unforgiving world. Surely he would appreciate having a lady like her to help make him great. And of course she'd have to take the time to teach him how to properly thank her for all she will do for him.
Certainly better than that little girl who was latched onto his arm like some kind of unsavoury fungus.
However, what was more concerning, was the Dark Lady. They had steadily been growing closer as they spent time together. Narcissa had been pleasantly surprised at the Dark Lady's attitude and desire to really become a lady. So she took it upon herself to teach the reborn Dark Lady how to dress her new body properly, how to walk as a woman, and how to hold herself, apply makeup, and take care of her silky lustrous hair. Though, truth be told, she had been quite put out at just how mouthwateringly beautiful Voldemort is now.
The Dark Lady had made it abundantly clear to all of her followers that Harry was to be left alone for now. She had even gone as far as to warn them that the only thing they could look forward to for harming even a single hair on his head, was a slow, agonising death that she would make last for years. Suffice it to say, no one would be touching Potter with a ten foot pole.
And everyone who had gotten the message, Narcissa included, had assumed that it was because the Dark Lady wanted to take care of Harry Potter herself.
Narcissa wouldn't abide by that. Harry was too young and didn't deserve the Dark Lady's wrath.
While walking with her family to the public floo, Narcissa put her considerable cunning to work at thinking up one strategy after another to protect Harry. She was sure that she could convince Voldemort that the Potter Heir didn't have to die. That he could be worth so much more alive, and that together, they could help him see that his place should be on their side. And of course that means Harry would have to stay close to her.
She had no idea yet that the Dark Lady felt the exact same way.
The Malfoy family made it safely through the public floo, leaving the platform and Hogwarts Express behind without further incident. The green flames of the magical travel system deposited them in the grand foyer of the Malfoy Manor. A spacious room that was decorated to show their family's opulence in a display meant to leave no doubt as to their wealth. Beautiful white marble floors, walls cluttered with solid gold and silver decorations of all kinds, and an overly large and elegant chandelier was just what occupied the entryway into the manor. It was more than a little excessive, and Narcissa had tried to argue in the past that it could come off as trying too hard. But her husband wouldn't hear of it.
That was just one example of many that Narcissa couldn't help but reexamine in her marriage. Thinking about all the failings of her husband, she came to the conclusion in her mind that it might be coming to a point where she should just move on. It had been a great life so far, but she started to feel as though there was more to life than just resting on her laurels. And while she has accomplished her childhood dream, she was reflecting on how unchanging and boring her life had become.
There had never been true love between them, just a mutual understanding and a fulfilling of familial obligation. Well she had upheld her end of the betrothal agreement. Narcissa had brought honour to the Malfoy family name, and had given birth to an heir.
Don't get her wrong, she loved her son dearly, but he too was a lost cause. For years she tried to make him into a person that people would love and respect, but in the end he became just like his father. No worse, at least his father had brains and knew how to act in public, keeping his true feelings and thoughts to himself. At least most of the time. Draco on the other hand, he didn't seem to have that ability. He needed a subtle reminder how to act in front of others. The only reason he was able to get away with his actions was because of his family name. The power, money and people connected to it. But Narcissa knew that if things kept going as it did, that wouldn't last for too much longer and if Voldemort was defeated again, her son and husband would be jailed or worse end up dead.
For that reason alone, she had to think about herself for once.
What about her own personal fulfilment as a woman? Did she not deserve more freedom to do as she desired? Was she not entitled to seek her own pleasures? To seek a man who would give her a child that wouldn't shame her with their actions?
At that train of thought soulful emerald eyes and midnight black hair fueled her imagination and ignited something deep within her. Forbidden, sinful, thoughts of a young man her son's age caused a heat to pool in her too long neglected womanhood. How young, virile, and relentless he would no doubt be as he brings her to the height of ecstasy again, and again, and again.
The complete opposite of her husband, who viewed the act of sex as procreation and nothing else. She'd put in enough time in this sham of a marriage. And now that Draco was rapidly approaching the age of majority, the only question in her mind was if she should just divorce Lucius or if he should suffer an unfortunate accident. Both options had valid points.
If he died, she could play the grieving widow. Taking care of her son and gaining sympathy. Narcissa could use the opportunity to change the path that Draco was going down, if it wasn't too late, and have him reconcile with Harry as cousins. And of course Harry would have to spend time with her in private lessons on Pureblood etiquette that he will need when he becomes a lord.
Then again, with the return of Voldemort, killing one of the Dark Lady's inner circle followers might not be well received.
Divorce, however, is a surprisingly strong option. She could spin that scenario to her advantage by appearing to be a strong, independent woman that won't stand for her husband's inadequacy any longer.
Rita Skeeter, a truly vicious reporter, still owed her a favour or two from their Hogwarts days. Not that Narcissa would need to cash them in. Skeeter would jump at the chance for a tell all interview with the most scandalous divorcee in a century. She would be portrayed as a stifled housewife who became her own woman that her former husband just couldn't handle anymore. So they mutually decide it's for the best that they part ways.
And with an amicable break up now that their son was old enough to be less affected by his parents no longer living in the same house; as well as putting emphasis on how this was what they both wanted, should ensure that there would be no retaliation on Lucius' part.
That would free up her schedule to pursue her own interest on her own terms. Perhaps some position that would allow her to be in Hogwarts for a while. At least until Harry graduates. Then, she could start a new family with Harry once she caught his interest. She would have a few years to do this, to make it so that Harry would fall for her.
Back to the more immediate task, Narcissa still needed to secure Harry's safety before they could have their happily ever after.
Once she and her family entered the dining room, they were greeted to the sight of a slightly pouting beautiful woman. Pale, porcelain, blemish free skin is visible from what isn't covered by the comfortable looking, casual wear robe that adorns her. Slightly mussed dark hair fell well past her shoulders, further cementing the image that she'd only just gotten out of bed a short while ago.
But the most striking feature was her gorgeous angelic face that no artist could ever hope to capture completely on canvas. And deep pools of crimson red for eyes that anyone who gazes upon them can't help but be enthralled by their otherworldly beauty.
Narcissa knew that if she wanted to save Harry and have him for himself, she would first need to make this woman see sense. That, she didn't have to kill the Boy-Who-Lived, that he could be an ally and not an enemy.
Little did she know that as she built her courage up to talk to the Dark Lord, Voldemort had other ideas for the boy. And none of them were about killing him,quite the opposite.
You'll have to read the next chapter to see what happens next.
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King's Cross Station - Back with Harry and Hermione after leaving the Malfoy's:
Once Harry and Hermione left the Malfoys, they walked through the barrier of Platform 9. in hand by hand.
Arriving amidst the bustling crowd of travellers, Hermione noticed her parents waiting for her on the other side.
"Come on Harry, let's go meet my parents!" The brunette said excitedly as she dragged Harry along with her.
The black haired teen swallows his nervousness, having had the last part of the trip to mentally prepare himself for this moment. It's not like they were going to tell her parents what they had been up to since they left Hogwarts after all. So he should have nothing to worry about.
"Mum, dad, this is Harry Potter." She introduces without preamble.
Giving Mr. Granger's hand a firm shake and bushing his lips against the back of Mrs. Granger's, Harry greets the two parents of his best friend. "Good afternoon Mr. and Mrs. Granger."
Harry had forgotten where Hermione got her looks from. But she had wavy brown hair unlike Hermione who had frizzy hair, and although she was older, she kept in excellent shape and was great looking. For a buff few moments, Harry had images of himself fucking her and her daughter together, having some fun with mother and daughter. But he knew that it would never happen, he wasn't that lucky, that, and she was married. He would never break up a family.
Although, he did wish that his lust was under control, seeing how he wanted sex more and more nowadays and had these sorts of images. But what Harry didn't know was that because this was something he wanted, even though he knew normally he would be able to get it, the Blood Protection within him was at work to try and make it happen.
The first part was easy enough, like any woman that it believed useful to its host or if its host wanted the woman, it would simply alter the woman's thoughts and make it so that she would go with its host. No, the hard part was how to get rid of the man in the woman's life. Its host didn't want to break this marriage up, so that meant that it needed to come up with another way for the man to disappear.
To the Blood Protection, there was only one way it could think of, the man had to die. Sure, the family would be broken, but its host wouldn't feel guilty that he was fucking the woman whilst her husband was alive. Now the problem was how to get rid of the man. The Blood Protection knew that it couldn't make the man kill himself, as it didn't have the power over men. Although it did wish it could, it would have made things much easier for it to protect its host. No, it had to think of another way.
Then as the Blood Protection started to plot how to get what its host wanted, it sensed the very thing that could help it get what his host wanted.
"Please Harry, Dan and Emma. You're our daughter's best friend and I think we know you well enough from the letters she's written home about you." Dan said with a smile, "Besides we met you briefly a few years ago in Diagon Alley already."
"Yes we're thrilled to have you looking after our daughter." Emma continues.
"How could I not? She's been my best friend and has been there for me through thick and thin." Harry informed them with a warm smile.
Hermione blushes at these kind words, and gives him a tight hug for his efforts and some small talk, promises to keep in touch.
But that's when shit hit the fan. The moment Hermione bid Harry goodbye and began to walk away, a witch and a wizard began to attack the area. These two were soon stopped by another witch, but not before the witch killed Dan.
You see, this was all down to the Blood Protection. As it was plotting a way to get rid of Hermione's father, it sensed a hostile presence aiming towards its host. Sensing that it was a female and thanks to bonds being removed from it, the Blood Protection was able to get a quick look at the lady's surface thoughts. She and her male friend were Voldemort's believers and wanted a way to make a name for themselves.
Normally, the Blood Protection would make it so the female would think whatever they would do next, would be for the benefit of its host. But not now, instead, it made the woman think that the idea that it planted into her mind was for the benefit of Voldemort. The Blood Protection didn't like this idea, but to it, what it had done was to benefit its host so went with the idea it came up with.
The idea was to have the witch convince her friend to attack the area and try to kill Harry, and in doing so, make a name for the ones who defeated the Boy-Who-Lived. But the Blood Protection wouldn't have done this unless it didn't sense another witch who could protect its host, as it didn't want to kill its host if he wasn't strong enough to defeat the Dark Witch.
So, the Blood Protection did its job and had the Dark Witch attack the area with her friend, thinking they could make a name for themselves with the Dark Lord. But whilst they were able to kill a few people, Dan included, they couldn't do much more before the female Auror who was on duty put down the male and Harry was able to defend himself, by using wandless magic. Seeing how she knew she couldn't do much, she ran so as not to get caught.
Seconds later, other Aurors came to take reports and alter the memories of what happened there. Once they were finished with the Aurors, a crying Hermione and Emma, went home to let their family know what happened to Dan, or at least the story that the Aurors gave them to tell people. They also had to deal with Dan's funeral too.
As for Harry, other than seeing Holly again, he was dreading having to see his relatives again, especially with what happened not long ago. He was thankful that they didn't arrive until after the Aurors left, as he didn't want to hear what his uncle might have said about it all.
As usual, his uncle was gruff as always, tightly restraining himself from shouting like he wanted to in order to appear normal in such a public venue.
Dudley was his usual annoying self, in that he kept making known what a trial it was for him that he didn't currently have anything delicious to eat, interspersed with calling Harry names, and making demands for things he wanted.
Holly was as sweet as usual towards him, caring and wanting to know how he was, even if her father and brother were giving her dirty looks. In fact, as Harry thought about it, she seemed to be a bit more overprotective and smothering than normal, wanting to do things for him. Harry suspected that she could tell that everything wasn't alright as he told her it was.
He didn't realize that she was having feelings for her cousin that they shouldn't be having because they were blood related. That she would be willing to do whatever it took for him to take her and use her as he wanted, something that she always thought about but until now those feelings were stronger than ever. Neither of them realized that it was down to the Blood Protection reworking Holly to fit her new role, not only as a carer for Harry than she already was, but a bed warmer if Harry desired it. So that Holly would be willing to do so without a second thought.
As for his Aunt Petunia, she was the most curious however. All through the trip home she kept glancing at him when she thought he wasn't looking. The strange part, however, was how she wasn't looking at him with disdain like he expected, but with an emotion that he couldn't quite put his finger on. If he had to guess it looked somewhat like guilt, or remorse. But having never seen the look on his aunt before he didn't recognize it.
'Oh well, that's the least of my problems.' he thought to himself. He'd just have to content himself with looking forward to hearing from Hermione, and maybe getting to visit her this summer.
To Be Continued!!
Notes:
This ends another chapter of the remastered version of Aggressive Love V1.2. I hope that you enjoyed this chapter along with what I've added. Whilst I kept a lot of the things that were in the original, not only did I add more to it, I've also altered how it was added to the story. So, I hope you like how I did it. One of the biggest changes to the story is the death of Dan, sorry for the fans of him, but had to kill him off and thought this way shows the length the Blood Protection would go to get what its host wants.
I do have one favour I would like to ask for, a new name for Voldemort. I'm going to write more on different stories right now, so you have time to come up with names.