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Chap. 96: Ends and Beginnings

He found Katie Bell speaking with a couple of her roommates, but she was happy to leave the half-full compartment to speak to him. In fact, she nearly had tears in her eyes from relief as she pulled him into the girl's loo at the back of the train car and wrapped her arms around him, "Thank you," she whispered into his neck, the first words she'd said to him that day aside from an 'okay' when he'd asked to speak to her.

At least it's not so awkward to hug a crying girl anymore, Harry thought to himself as his arms circled Katie in turn, "Are you- no... I know you aren't alright," he asked quietly, mindful that he was a wizard in the witch's loo, and that anyone nearby might hear, "Instead I'll ask, what can I do to help?"

"There's nothing, it... my family."

"What do you- oh. Oh."

Dim memories came back into sudden clarity as he remembered Katie at King's Cross, fighting fiercely, spells flying from her wand. One amid a hundred, two hundred, who had fought back. Standing over a wounded person, two, and then... then... Nothing. He couldn't remember. He felt her anguish as he was looking for people. He'd seen her since.

Seen her at the Burrow.

She had confessed that she'd overheard Ron and Ginny getting up to their now almost-usual oral entertainment in the hen house there.

"At the Station...?"

She nodded, and whispered, "I've been... t- trying not to think about it."

"You lost... both your parents?"

"And my brother."

The devastation in Katie's voice was obvious, and Harry's heart broke, "He was... he was a fourth-year, wasn't he?"

The older witch nodded into his chest, and she sniffled once. Harry's arms around her tightened, "Fuck... I'm so, so sorry that happened, Katie. I didn't know..."

"I didn't tell anyone," she shot back, "You had enough going on anyway."

That had certainly been true at the time, but Harry still grumbled, "Still, it's been months, Katie... if we're going to be, you know, together, I need us to be together. Honest. Up-front. You can tell me if you need to talk, you know. I've been told I'm actually a really good listener. At least, by one girl."

Katie giggled quietly against his chest, then pulled away a little. It almost surprised Harry that she now had to look up at him, rather than the other way around. Katie, among all the Flying Foxes, had been most amused that his specky, scrawny self had constantly been looking not at her eyes, but at her chest. In his defense, that had been a level view for years.

"You've got enough on your plate without- without adding my problems," Katie replied.

"I think I see the disconnect. There aren't my problems and your problems, Katie," Harry told her seriously, "but our problems. Even if we aren't dating, or if we don't work out later, or whatever, we're still friends. And friends share their problems. It makes it easier on everyone, you know?"

She hugged him again, though Harry jumped when he heard a toilet flush. Neither of them said anything as a seventh-year Harry didn't know more than in passing came out of a stall, washed her hands, and then gave them both a simple look as she moved past them into the corridor without a word. There hadn't been any judgment or confusion for him being in the loo, at least.

"I don't want to go home," she whispered, "My... my parents left the house to me, and... and..."

"All their things are there," he finished when the witch stalled out, unable to say the rest, "and you don't want to be haunted by the memories. Is that right?"

Again, she nodded against him.

"Then don't," he said.

"I don't have anywhere else to go," Katie whispered once more, "I need to find a flat, or..."

"You're coming with us," Harry announced, cutting off what promised to be a wild train of thought that would bring Katie to tears again, "My place is plenty big enough."

The girl blinked, "Y- Your place? You mean with... Sirius Black?"

Harry grinned as laughed, hoping to inject some cheer into the conversation with some actual good news, "No, not Sirius, though I'm sure you'll be meeting him properly soon enough. His place is nice, cozy. Really good for a sort-of bachelor like him, actually. But no, I mean my place. It's... it's brilliant, is what it is. And there's room for you, I promise you that. Might take a couple of days at most to get everything fully set up, but..."

"You... you're really asking me to move in with you?" Katie asked, her voice a bit strained, though he didn't think it was from anger. If anything, what he felt through his borrowed Empathic abilities was a strange combination of relief, fear, confusion, excitement, and most of all amusement, "I mean, we've shagged a few times, but you haven't even taken me on a proper date, Potter. I'm not- I'm not sure I'm ready for that kind of c- commitment."

"You were ready last night," he teased back, then put a hand under her chin to tilt the blushing girl's face up for a gentle, lingering kiss, "I meant what I said about family, Katie. If you're with us... you're with us all the way. We aren't your parents, and I'm not trying to replace your brother or them. But that doesn't mean we aren't a family. It's just a family of... of people we've chosen. Friends, and more. Some of them, we didn't even go looking for, but found them anyway."

"Found family," she said quietly, not quite whispering, then leaned up and kissed Harry on her own. This one was shorter, but just as sweet, and it made Harry smile down at her in response, "I do like the sound of that. Alright, Potter... if you're sure it's alright?"

"It's not alright," he replied, and smiled as he saw her tentatively joyous expression falter, "it's great. Trust me, you'll like the place. It would seem a bit more, ah, empty without you. With you there, it'll be loads better, I'm sure."

"Alright, don't lay it on too thick, Potter," she chuckled, then reached up to dry her cheeks, "I... I'm so glad you came out to the Pitch that night. I mean, I always... well, I had a bit of a fancy, but after the Twins and Angelina, and- and A-Alicia, I..."

"I know," Harry told her, pulling Katie into another quiet hug, "I know what loss feels like all too well. But I'm not going anywhere. Not if I have anything to say about it- or Hermione, for that matter, or Lilith."

"Or Ginny, or Ron, or me," Katie added, "or any of the rest of your slutty girlfriends."

"My girlfriends are not sluts," Harry replied, pretending to be affronted, "If anything, I'm the slutty one. Well, not unless they want to be slutty."

"Go on," Katie giggled, drying her eyes again as she pushed him toward the door, "my roommates will start to wonder, and if I come back red-eyed they might try and hex you. I need a minute, but if you pass by that way tell them I'll be back soon?"

"Sure," Harry answered, "though I'm headed the other way first. It shouldn't be long, though."

"Okay."

He left her there, using her wand to dry her face and re-apply the light makeup he knew she often wore even in Hogwarts. It would be her last trip on the Express, but he hoped he had helped make it a better one. Even with all the loss they had experienced over the year, Katie perhaps most deeply of all, she had smiled a few times.

It helped, he supposed, that he had meant what he said. Their family was, in fact, a family. And family looked out for each other. The Weasleys had taught him that lesson far better than the Dursleys ever could, but Lilith, and the changes she had brought with her, which still snowballed forward ever-larger, taught him that even more, every day.

(O)(O)(O)

"Hey, Gin- Oh, sorry. Didn't mean to interrupt," Harry said, a smile spreading across his face as he looked through the now wide-open compartment door, "Should I come back later?"

"No, come in," Ginny replied with a wide smile. A smile that quickly turned into a scowl as she reached down between her legs and yanked a brunette girl's head back into position there, "I didn't tell you to stop licking, Demelza. I don't care what you think, I'm the one that knows Harry best. If you want him to shag you too, you need to listen. So suck it up, and suck my clit. Take this chance to show him how good you are at using that little mouth of yours."

"Mm, m'fay," Demelza Robbins whimpered from her knees, her voice muffled by his Pet's toned, muscular thighs.

"Tell her, Harry," Ginny urged, glancing to her right, left, and across at her other roommates, who were watching in various stages of arousal, amusement, and embarrassment, and Romilda Vane, who was quite fully clothed, but tied up on Ginny's left with the neat rows of rope Ginny usually left when she cast the Binding Charm, "Tell Demelza and these other cows you enjoy sharing, so they get the message. Because I've been telling them for months and months, and I don't think it's quite sunk in. At least, except for Romilda. She's much more nice to the rest of us after what happened earlier this year. I figured we'd just keep her from jumping us once we got started. Bint can't hold back anymore, not when we start getting frisky."

Harry shut the door behind him and locked it before tapping it with his wand to add a little extra security, "Probably wise... Romilda, answer your Master," he directed to the dusky-skinned girl, who was suddenly panting as she realized he was there, "Do you want to shag everyone in this compartment right now? I mean, every person in here, not shag everyone in the world in this place. Nod or shake your head."

Romilda's nod was fervent and fast, her eyes pleading, but Ginny had made sure to gag her with what he guessed were the ginger's own knickers, so she couldn't talk easily. He recognized the other two girls by sight, but didn't know the names of them both. One, he was reasonably sure, was Morag, but beyond that, he had no clue, "You two can stay, I don't mind, and I don't want to kick you out, but given what I'm seeing, I'm sure Ginny wants a shag, so..."

"I'm stayin'," the shorter of the two, a blonde girl that looked a bit like Luna if she were stocky rather than waifish, and with brown eyes, announced, "This is 'ot. I ken why Ginny kept goin' on about it all, now. If ye can shag 'alf as well as she says, I'll want a few rounds meself before y'leave school."

"You must be Morag," he guessed, judging by her thick accent.

The blonde girl nodded, grinning, "I am."

"Alright, well, we can discuss that next year, if you don't mind. I've kind of a lot on my plate at the moment. Not least is passing judgment on Demelza, here, and wishing my girlfriend a good summer properly."

"Okay," the other girl, who had dark hair and was avoiding looking at Ginny and Demelza, but seemed unable to decide if she wanted to look at Romilda, Morag, or Harry himself, even if she had been watching the action before he came in.

"Brilliant. Well, I have to ask, Ginny, how long have you been training this one?"

"Demelza?" she asked.

Harry nodded as he took the seat across from her and next to Morag, who wasted no time in reaching to his groin and wrapping her fingers around his erection through his pants, "Blimey, he's got a big'n!"

Ginny grinned, "Yeah, I'm a lucky girl- we all are. You can take it out if you want, I don't mind, and I know Harry doesn't. Romilda will just have to wait."

"Don't mind if ah do!"

In moments, the stocky blonde was slowly wanking Harry, exploring his impressive size with eagerness. This seemed to limit the places the dark-haired girl would look even further. Now, it was just Romilda, who was tied up rather suggestively given the nature of what Ginny and now the rest of them were doing, and the way Morag was stroking his shaft.

"To answer your question, Master," Ginny continued, laying on her position as his personal Pet thickly he thought, though he was also sure she had her reasons, "I've yet to have Demelza go down on me before today. She's been rather sure you would be willing to shag her without it, but since you basically ignored her all year, I told her this was a sure-fire way to get your interest next year."

"It certainly has me interested," Harry chuckled, "Maybe she should lift her skirt a bit, and show me her arse."

"Do it, slut," Ginny commanded, glad to be taking charge for once. She was often a forceful personality outside the bedroom, but he knew she loved submitting to both he and Lilith, and Hermione too. Everyone else, she seemed to enjoy taking charge of. It made sense, they were perhaps the most adventurous and most willing to take charge themselves. In that way, she was a bit like Ron: content to let others take the responsibility of leadership unless she had to.

Harry rarely got to see her this way, though, and he appreciated it for that alone as Demelza adjusted up higher, scooting her rump and legs back to stick it into the air and flip her skirt up, exposing plain, eggshell-blue knickers and skin a few shades paler than the rest of her rosy complexion. He reached out to grab a handful of her arse, which made the girl moan against Ginny's pussy, then slapped it hard enough to sting. She yelped, and he grinned, "Mm, didn't stop. Didn't even slow down. Not bad, Demelza, not bad. Make her cum in the next... oh, I'll give you five minutes, and I'll shag you. But don't stop licking her until Ginny tells you to."

"Ohfay," he heard, then leaned back and grinned at Ginny, who smiled back.

"You can suck his cock too, Morag," Ginny told the blonde girl a moment later, "Fuck him if you want, though I think Demelza might cry if she doesn't get firsts."

"Nah, I'll wait," the blonde chuckled, "I'm fine w'tis fer now. Never seen such a Radger, an' I ain' so pure as ol' Demelza after last year. I can wait."

"Suit yourself," Ginny shrugged, "What about you, Sarah?"

The dark-haired girl shook her head with a squeak, "N- No, thank you."

Ginny turned back to Harry without protesting, "She's been pretty reluctant even with Lilith's influence over the Castle increasing. Morag's leaned into it, and Demelza has eyes only for you I guess, but Sarah's been holding out pretty well."

"It shows dedication. I respect that," Harry told the seemingly shy girl, "And don't worry, neither I nor Ginny will pressure you to do things you don't want to do. Isn't that right, Demelza? You wanted to lick her pussy to prove yourself to me, didn't you?"

"Yes," the girl moaned, "it's so good."

"Good, I'm glad to hear that," Ginny answered, "now lick harder, I'm still a long way off."

"I don't know," Harry told her, "I think you might be holding her to your standards, Pet. No one except a Succubus licks pussy as good as you do, so... maybe she's just not as talented."

"I don't care," Ginny snorted, "if she wants to get your cock, she's gotta make me cum, otherwise you're shagging me, instead."

He knew full well the red-head knew in turn that he could easily shag them both, or the whole compartment, into the ground before flagging, but he also had a good idea what Ginny intended. So he sighed reluctantly, and settled back to enjoy the hand-job for a bit.

After about five minutes, when Morag had shifted hands twice, he looked over at her, "As nice as this is, I can't really cum like this anymore. So why don't you go down there and help Demelza?"

The blonde blinked in surprise, then looked over and down, "Er, I s'pose that'd be alrigh'. I ain' super great at munchin' carpet, but I don' mind it. Budge up, Dem."

The brunette must have been getting tired, because she sidled over quickly, as Ginny, grinning devilishly, opened her legs wider, "That's it, a good way to end the year," she sighed as Morag got to her knees and started to work too, "I've never had two girls eat me out at once before."

Harry had to admit the sight was indeed pleasant. Still, he forced himself to look at Sarah, and this time, with full knowledge of what he was doing, activated Eye of Dominance. Once her eyes had glazed over, he whispered, "Sarah, you will watch what we are doing without interfering. You will think of it later as a pleasant dream, and think nothing of reporting it to other people."

"Okay," she whispered back.

He grinned. Morag and Demelza might be a bit of a problem, but as long as he made sure to ensure their silence for what he was about to do, it shouldn't cause any problems.

A flick of his wand untied Romilda's gag, and she gasped as her mouth opened. Her body started squirming and reaching closer to him, but Harry didn't make her squirm over on her own. Instead, he used a hand in her hair to bodily pull her mouth onto his cock, "That's it, my girl... suck on your Master's cock, I know you missed it. Fuck..."

Ginny, across the way, blew him a kiss and mouthed, "She's been begging, and now that Demelza and Morag are occupied..."

He nodded, and let the olive-skinned girl whose mind he had broken to pleasure and pleasure above all else, worked his cock with her mouth and throat like the expert she now was. Months of seeing mind-Healers and Psychiatrists alike had done a lot for her, but in the face of Harry's presence, his dick exposed, she reverted at once to what he had accidentally made her: the most willing receptacle for his pleasure and his seed he'd ever seen, perhaps even more than Lilith herself.

He let her have it, six, seven times before he remembered he had places to be.

With just an hour left in the ride back to King's Cross, Harry reluctantly left Ginny and her roommates, as well as the girl he hoped the experience would help continue to heal, behind to finish his rounds.

At least, this time, the meetings he had left to attend would be quick and relatively painless, just arranging plans for the summer ahead.

It promised to be a long one.