Mudbloods and Cumbloods

by Succubi-Lover

An Anthology of Harry Potter based smut, I take requests, Rated MA, no flames will be tolerated given the manner of the material.

7. Know Your Place 22-28 (Fixed)

Contribution

Title: Know Your Place

Author: Oraldeviant

Categories: Harry Potter

Characters: Harry Potter, Narcissa Malfoy, Amelia Bones, Nymphadora Tonks, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Susan Bones, Hannah Abbott, Severus Snape, Minerva McGonagall, Argus Filch, Hagrid, Andromeda Tonks, Dean, Professor Quirrell, Madam Pomfrey, Albus Dumbledore, OFC, Vernon Dursley, Dudley Dursley, Petunia Dursley

Contains: Multiple Partners, Blowjob, Male Cum Drinking, Femdom, Malesub, Underage, Hidden Desires, Magical Massage, Masturbation, Shower, Camel Toe, Public Orgasm, Fingering, Insertion, Female Cum Drinking, Panty Theft, Maledom, Foot Massage, Stockings, Handjob, Virgin, Oral, Pussy Licking, Engorgio, Ass Play, Magical Karma Sutra, Shared Shower, Incest, Hufflepuff!Harry, MILF

Summary Harry learns how to serve women from a young age; Petunia's training will have far reaching consequences.

Chapter 22

Harry groaned softly as he slowly woke up from his deep sleep. A moment of grogginess passed as he realized what had woken him up; his morning erection was engulfed in a hot wet heat, being softly sucked on. He gasped in pleasure as the mouth working on him started softly pumping him, taking his cock deep into the smouldering heat. Lifting the blanket with trembling hands he looked down into the clear blue eyes of Mistress Narcissa as she softly lavished his cock with her mouth. Ruby red lips wrapped around the head as her tongue played with the sensitive underside, making him moan softly. His moan brought a small smile to her lips before his cock was swallowed whole again, disappearing into her tight throat. He watched in awe as she swallowed around his length, the already tight throat being further enhanced by the spasming muscles.

"Mistresssss!"

The pleasure overwhelmed him and he felt himself come, hard and without any control, straight down her hot throat. His hands grabbed the sheets in reflex as her constant suction and pumping milked him dry, swallowing every single drop he had to give. He shuddered as he felt the last of his orgasm die out, watching as Mistress Narcissa slowly extracted his cock, carefully licking and sucking the head clean. Narcissa smiled at her pet as she sat up, sucking him off had felt surprisingly good. Last night after her friends had left, she had felt a foreign feeling enter her mind, something she could not remember the last time she had felt. Regret. Narcissa realized she might have pushed 'her Harry' too far, being too caught up in the fun they had and in his complete submission. She had also surprisingly felt a bit of shame as she realized the only reason she had been so over exuberant was because of her own inexperience as a proper dominating Mistress, letting her lust get away with her. Thus she had made sure to wake up early, freshen up and grab a quick hangover potion before trying to make amends. She, like most experienced women, knew that when asking for something, the most important thing was what state of mind the person you were talking to was in. An angry person was likely to respond negatively where as a happy person was more likely to agree. A good blowjob would go a long way to helping her control this conversation and it seemed to ease that niggling sense of regret in the back of her head, that annoying small voice that she refused to acknowledge.

She moved up and softly kissed him on the lips before ruffling his hair,

"Good morning pet!"

"Uhhm, good morning Mistress. N-not that I'm complaining but what was that about?"

She kissed him again before replying,

"What, isn't it obvious? I was so proud of what a good pet you were yesterday so I wanted to reward you!"

"Really?"

"Of course, the other girls were so jealous, they kept trying to pour wine in me and find out who you were, but I simply wouldn't share. Not going to let some other woman take my Harry away."

It wasn't a lie either, she had seen the looks that had passed between Amelinda and Carmela as they kept refilling her glass, they were definitively intrigued. Looking over to Harry she saw surprise on his face at her praise, it was a good a start.

"You showed me what an excellent man you're going to grow up to be Harry; you gave your word to me and stood by it, not budging an inch even when you wanted to. I am so very proud of you."

Narcissa watched as his shame slowly faded away, a small smile growing on the boy's lips, yet something was off. The full trust that she had seen in those brilliant green eyes seemed to have dimmed and it surprised her to realize this bothered her a lot. Since when had she let such trivial things bother her?

Harry smiled at Mistress Narcissa, her praise felt good after the humiliation he had suffered. Instead of feeling shame over his actions he took pride in the fact that he had indeed been a man of his word.

"Thank you Mistress, it wasn't easy."

Something still tasted sour to Harry though, he might forgive her now, but he realized for the first time that Mistress Narcissa was not everything she seemed. The words of warning Mistress Andromeda had given about her echoed in his head as he studied her clear blue eyes, he would watch his mouth when around her in the future. Actually scratch that, it was time he learned to watch his mouth at all times.

She smiled a mischievous smile at him,

"Did you truly dislike everything about last night pet?"

Harry flushed bright red,

"Uhm, maybe not everything."

She grinned and ruffled his hair again,

"That's good Harry; sometimes you have to go through less pleasant things to reach better things; that's just the way life is."

She softly stroked his cock as she said that, her eyes glittering as she felt him harden against her soft skin instantly.

Harry watched in awe as his Mistress dove under the covers again, he might have disliked yesterday and lost some trust in her, but Merlin if she couldn't make him feel amazing.

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Amelia Bones snapped out her paperwork as she felt the wards notify her about an arriving portkey. Walking to the window she watched the Potter boy arrive, landing with a soft grace in front of the gates. She studied his features as house elves let him in to the grounds; this whole tutorship with the Malfoy's had her on edge. The boy was an orphan and Narcissa Malfoy was notoriously manipulative, not to mention highly attractive, used to ensnaring men with her feminine wiles. Her eyes widened in shock at that thought, she knew from her own experiences that Harry seemed to be very attracted to older women, usually running his eyes over her bosom or bum whenever he got the chance. Gazing at the boy she could only wonder how far Narcissa had gone, surprised at feeling a small flash of jealousy towards the other witch, simply over the suspicion that she might have been having fun with him.

Still, the more she thought about it the more sense it made. Having a future lord practically drooling after you, especially as it was a very cute, very powerful young lord who would have his pick at any woman he liked as he got older, was a very flattering feeling. The fact that he looked like a young James Potter with Lily's eyes was enough to send a small wave of heat through her groin as her fantasies ran wild. She gasped at the sensation, Merlin but it wasn't right to be feeling horny, after so many years of abstaining from physical pleasure, simply by his presence in her Manor. She desperately suppressed her excitement as she watched her niece hug Harry, trying to ignore the fact that he was the same age as Susan. The same Susan who had had very frank discussions with her regarding sex and seemed fascinated by the thought; especially after returning from Hogwarts.

Amelia coughed; looking at the way Susan crushed Harry to her budding breasts it wasn't hard to figure out who had gotten her mind on that track. Walking out the door she greeted them,

"Hello Harry, had a good time at the Malfoy's?"

She saw a light blush cover his cheeks before they seemed to slacken, Occlumency? Oh my, he must be desperate to hide what happened there, Narcissa has definitively been up to something.

"Uhm, hello Madam…Amelia, yeah it was okay."

Harry felt her piercing eyes scrutinize him, Merlin but why did it feel like every single adult woman he spoke to could detect when he was hiding something. Mistress Andromeda's talk about a sixth sense for women made more sense every time he spoke to another woman, they had to be psychic the lot of them. After what felt like an eternity she finally responded,

"That's nice dear, come on in."

Harry exhaled in relief as she turned around, yet couldn't fully shake the feeling that she knew something had happened.

The rest of the holidays further cemented it as Harry's best Christmas ever, after Amelia had offered to teach him some simple spell work, not really realizing what she was offering, as he had understood that he could use magic freely inside the manor wards without worrying about the underage decree.

He spent the rest of the break practically glued to his wand, picking up everything Amelia showed him in record time, never noticing her wide eyes as he learned spells like the Disarming Charm, Expelliarmus; a second year spell, in just one day. Her eyes were analysing him intently as he started regulating the power of the charm, changing it from something that barely tapped the wand, to a fierce red buzz that cracked the wrist on the practice dummy as it ripped the wand away.

Harry's study in Latin reared its head as he noticed the spell 'Expelliarmus' was made out of two words, the English word 'expel', meaning remove and the Latin word 'arma', meaning weapon. Focusing his meagre Occlumency he cleared his mind of all thoughts before picturing the hand of the dummy as the weapon he wanted removed, instead of the wand. Casting another overpowered Expelliarmus, feeling his wand buck slightly as the angry looking spell left it, he watched in awe as it hit the dummy, easily ripping the hand off at the elbow with a loud crack. A soft gasp made him turn around; seeing both the Bones women staring at him with wide eyes.

"Oops, just testing some stuff."

Amelia simply nodded, trying to control herself. A first year had just modified a second year spell by using Occlumency to redefine the meaning of the weapon he was removing, making what was classed as one of the mildest combative spells a deadly one instead. She sat down heavily, watching the boy continue flinging spells without showing any signs of being tired, starting to understand the immense potential he had. A potential political powerhouse, a guaranteed economic powerhouse and now adding this sort of magical ability his future seemed wide open. Her eyes turned to Susan, watching as her niece stared at the boy in rapture. Yes, this was not something she was going to oppose, should Susan manage to ally the house of Bones to Potter it could only benefit her. She smiled softly, inviting the Potter heir over was turning out to be a great move.

The rest of the break passed quickly, Harry really enjoyed having Madam Bones as a teacher, even if she tended to be very distracting when Susan wasn't around. He wasn't convinced she needed to be bending over to pick up as many things as she did, but he surely wasn't going to complain. Her massive pale freckled cleavage could mesmerize him completely and he had been snapped out of his staring more than once, turning his blushing face to a smirking Amelia. Yet the practical things she taught were great, especially pointing out ways he should keep up his physical fitness, strongly recommending Quidditch next year. He couldn't fault her logic, dodging a spell was a lot faster than countering it, not to mention less magically draining. He watched in awe as she demonstrated her flexibility, easily bending around imaginary spells while keeping her wand pointed at him at all times. He had a definitive goal to aim for when it came to spell work and it was dancing around imaginary spells in front of him. He stared at her heaving breasts as she turned around, before switching his gaze to her toned buttocks, admiring the way the hips rolled as she walked over to a water pitcher after the demonstration. If those were the results of her physical training then he somehow needed to convince all women in Hogwarts to pick up her regime. He was snapped out of his thoughts by a grinning Amelia as she told him to hit the showers and get to bed.

Amelia smirked as she watched the boy scramble away, keeping his spell book in front of his crotch, thinking she wouldn't notice his hardness. She was a bit sad that the kids were leaving for Hogwarts tomorrow, having her constantly positive niece around to cheer her up while teasing the hormonal boy had been a nice break from the usual, not to mention being a lot of fun.

Sighing she knew there was no helping it, she had to be back in the office in full force tomorrow, those latest reports about what had been going in Albania during the summer were worrying; what kind of monster drank unicorn blood anyways?

Chapter 23

Harry controlled his breath as he calmly snuck through the castle wearing his invisibility cloak; chuckling softly at the way the paintings would attempt to peer into the dark, trying to spot what had made the sound that woke them. His nightly exploring had become a regular thing now; he enjoyed the peace and quiet of the old castle as he mentally mapped the various corridors.

He loved Hogwarts and greatly enjoyed the company of his friends, yet he was far too used to fending for himself and desperately needed some time alone. The cloak was a godsend in that matter, letting him slip out whenever he felt like it.

Hearing a soft meow behind him he cursed, Mrs Norris had quickly shown him that whereas the cloak was great at hiding him from view, it did nothing to hide his scent. Spitting out the gum from his mouth he used a quick Depulso charm to fling it to the other end of the corridor, hoping to distract the cat as he slunk in through the closest door. A Colloportus on the door followed, a spell he had easily picked up after seeing Mistress Andromeda perform it countless times to keep their dealings private.

Only then did he relax and turn around, only to stiffen in surprise again. The abandoned classroom was far from empty, there was a gigantic mirror sitting in the middle of it. Walking up to it he studied the inscription, quickly puzzling together that the text was reversed. Honestly, Mistress Andromeda's Latin word puzzles were much harder than this simple stuff. "I show not your face but your heart's desire." Huh, wonder what that means. As he stepped in front of the mirror he saw himself, except much older, in his early twenties by the looks of it. He had to admit he made an intimidating sight, dressed in the finest robes and sitting in a huge throne. He was pleased to see Mistress Andromeda and Mistress Narcissa standing behind him, with their hands on his shoulders, their eyes shining with pride as they looked at him. He swallowed deeply as he shifted his eyes to his feet though, the girls that were laying there in those revealing clothes... were they really doing that? Looking at Susan he saw devotion shining in her eyes as leaned against his legs, her face nuzzling into his crotch. What did this mean? What on earth were those other girls doing? Was that who he thought it was, serving his feet? What about the girl sitting on the armrest, running her fingers through Susan's hair?

Was this his heart's desire? Harry flushed a deep dark red, part from embarrassment but mostly because of massive erection he sprouted after viewing that image. Turning on his heel he headed back to his dorm, he had much to think about, especially about how he saw certain people.

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Over a month had passed since Harry had seen that vision in the mirror and regardless of how he tried to push it out of his mind; it seemed to be stuck there. Merlin but it was messing with his perception, he had trouble looking some of the girls in the eye, getting constant flashbacks to what he imagined they could look like.

Slumping into the common room sofa with Susan and Hannah he was about to pull out his charms notes when they heard muttered curses that were anything but quiet. Looking into the corner he saw Tonks cursing up a storm again, poor girl wasn't handling the NEWT stress too gracefully. He patted Susan's leg before standing up,

"I'm going to go see what I can do."

She shrugged before mumbling,

"Your funeral."

Walking calmly over to Tonks he jumped into the sofa next to her, catching her attention,

"What!?"

Harry simply gestured with his hands towards her feet before indicating his lap. He chuckled when he saw her flush slightly as she remembered what had happened the last time he had massaged her.

"Come on Tonks, you're not getting any work done and you're driving everyone insane, let me help the way I can."

Her hair turned even redder then her face, yet she dutifully extended her legs into his lap, still having vivid memories of the last time those magic hands had played with her feet, driving her half mad with lust. When she considered it she realized she could actually really use some relief for her stress. His practiced hands quickly disposed of her shoes and socks, leaving her skin bare to his touch. As his magic infused fingers started kneading the soft flesh between her toes she could only sigh in pleasure, leaning back against the armrest and letting him have his way with her soles. His magic seemed to forcefully invade her feet, coursing up her legs straight to her groin, inflaming her pussy unlike anything she had ever felt. When his thumbs started working on the arch of her foot she couldn't contain the soft moan she let out, making her snap her eyes to his. His returning smile before he turned his eyes back to her feet wasn't really helping her. Merlin but he knew, he knew he was turning her on and he kept doing it. Feeling another jolt of electricity spread through her pussy she gasped slightly, feeling her shirt rub against her hard nipples. The urge to do something about her need was growing, slowly but steadily as his hands progressed up over her ankles, his entire hand engulfing her heel as he stretched the ligaments.

Harry enjoyed Tonks's soft pants and moans as he worked over her feet; she was clearly loving this for more reasons than just relaxation. He liked the way her toned flesh would shudder every time he hit a nerve cluster, his eyes tracing the shivering pale skin disappearing under the hem of her skirt. Pouring more magic into his hands he ran them ever so slowly up her calves, keeping a firm grip while constantly feeding the tissue with magic. Her soft, almost orgasmic gasp of air as he reached her knee made him smile. Looking up he enjoyed the sexy vision in front of him, erect nipples straining against the white Hogwarts shirt, parted full lips being licked by a willing tongue as she softly panted. The dark soft eyes were heated with lust as she stared at his hands, her hair turning gradually darker red.

When he started working on her thighs she gasped out loud before abruptly standing up,

"T-thanks Hhhhharrry, that was really great, I gotta go now, need my sleep! Night!"

Tonks ignored his soft chuckle as she half ran up to her room, tore off her clothes and jumped into the hot shower. She had barely turned on the hot water before her right hand moved to her wet pussy, her middle and ring finger slipping into the hot wetness with ease. Her fingers were slick with her own fluids and smoothly glided into her soft folds while her palm rubbed against her engorged clit. Pumping her hand wildly she panted loudly, having to support herself against the shower wall as her legs started giving out. When her left hand moved up to pull on her nipples, she felt a jolt of pleasure rush through her groin as she came hard, her drenched folds making desperate grabs for the pumping fingers. Her loud moan would've notified the entire tower of her fantastic orgasm if it wasn't for the silencing charm. Panting and gasping she fell down to her knees, staring at her right hand in awe, Merlin but she had needed that release badly. She hadn't even realized how needy she was until now, but that had felt divine, she was definitively going to have to start taking Harry up on these offers for massages more often, the relief was flat out amazing.

Thus the next evening Harry was rather surprised when a demure Tonks asked if he could give her another massage. He happily agreed, although his mischievous smile let her know he knew exactly why she was enjoying having her feet handled so much. They soon got into a pattern, Tonks requesting his 'magic hands' several times over the following weeks. Harry silently laughed at how she always picked the alcove in the side of the room, before sitting down with her back against the rest of the students, hiding her almost completely from view. He didn't mind at all though, it felt like a privilege being the only one allowed to see her panting and needy as his fingers danced over her toned flesh.

They never spoke it out loud but they both knew why she would always leave before he started working on her thighs. Harry also knew exactly why she wanted privacy afterwards, although he wondered why she didn't request help from him in that matter even though she clearly enjoyed his hands. Tonks was a great girl, funny, friendly, hot as hell, Mistress Andromeda's daughter, he'd happily help her out if she gave any indication. Harry never considered the fact that Tonks was a virgin, making him far more experienced than she was, asking him for help like that didn't even pop into her mind, besides in her fantasies as she brought herself to climax in the shower. She always felt slightly ashamed after that, what kind of seventh year student lusted after a first year. Yet she couldn't deny her attraction, he looked more like a third year and was already catching looks from the female population. Add in his fantastic hands, polite attitude and obvious intelligence and it wasn't really that shocking. She didn't even want to consider the beehive that was a witch's instincts to someone so obviously magically powerful, that internal pull was annoying enough without thinking about it. Merlin help the boy when he claims his heritage.

Sitting in the now familiar alcove, engaging in his favourite pastime, Harry ran his hands gently over Tonks soft skin, playfully tugging on her toes making her giggle. She seemed a lot more like herself these days, something that made Harry feel satisfied, knowing he was a big reason as to why it had happened. Pressing his knuckles into the arch of her left foot he infused some magic into her, watching with a smile as she sighed in quiet pleasure, before going back to his kneading. While his hands were busy he looked up into her eyes,

"Tonks."

"Mmm yeah Harry?"

"Umm, today, please don't leave until I'm done with your massage."

Her dark eyes snapped open, staring into his,

"W-what do you mean?"

"I'm here to help you relax, just let me do it."

She swallowed deeply, just what did he mean by that? His soft smile as he indicated his hands gave her some indication, but was he really implying that? It was halfway through the usual massage and she was already incredibly turned on, leaving her unable to deny the attraction of simply sitting back and enjoying his ministrations. His firm hands started working on her calves and she shuddered softly, her pussy was already moistening at the thoughts his offer brought up. Feeling a spike of his magic race up her legs straight to her groin she gasped softly,

"Oookay."

"What was that Tonks?"

She flushed a bright red,

"I said okay, I'll let you finish the m-m-massage."

His wide returning smile sent shivers down her spine, just what did she agree to.

Harry was incredibly pleased, over three weeks of watching Tonks scurry away in shame and now he could finally help her. He realized he couldn't be too brazen, even if they were fairly out of sight they were still sitting in the common room. Not to mention how skittish Tonks seemed, no need to needlessly unnerve the girl. No, not girl, woman, he thought, looking at the hardened nipples making themselves known on of her heaving bosom as his magic hands made her shudder softly.

Moving himself closer to her, he softly worked over her knees, making sure to tease the soft flesh behind her knees with small jolts of magic, loving the adorable small gasps that slipped out from her lips. Reaching for her thighs, the point where she usually ran away in a hurry, he gently placed his palms around her soft toned flesh, emitting a small constant stream of magic.

Her shiver and increased breath let him know it was working well, allowing him to gently start kneading the muscled legs. He would move halfway up one leg, his fingertips ghosting around the skin of her inner thigh, tantalizingly close to her heat, before switching to the other leg and repeating the process. The small involuntary sound of disappointment she made as he switched legs made him smirk at her, her red hue turning even darker as goose bumps showed up over her legs. Her soft pants were increasing steadily in volume as he worked over her other leg, reaching the same point on her pale flesh. A lovely soft moan escaped her lips as his fingers played with the skin, moving ever closer to the junction of her legs. She reflexively spread her legs in response, her need starting to become overwhelming. Harry stared between her legs in rapture, her movement had exposed her silky white panties, stained by a large wet patch and practically moulded to her puffy lips. Her musky scent invaded his nostrils making his grin spread even wider, before removing his hands and reaching for his wand.

"Wha?"

"Silencio." His whispered silencing spell landed on her lips, rendering her temporarily mute. She looked at him in surprise, not realizing he had been able to cast the fifth-year charm since his Wizengamot tutoring by Mistress Narcissa. Honestly, the spell was practically a necessity in there, with every single ear straining to pick up juicy gossip they could use to their advantage. Looking into her dark eyes he leaned close and whispered into her ear, enjoying the way his breath made her shiver,

"This way you don't have to worry about letting your lovely voice free."

Her hair cycled between dark and bright red in response, making him chuckle, she might be embarrassed but she wasn't arguing against the use of the spell. Moving his hands back to her pale legs, he engulfed the toned flesh in magic again, softly inching his way closer to the junction where the thigh met her hips. His hands slipped under her dark skirt, the feather light touch playing with the skin surrounding her panties. Far too experienced to need his eyes for this, he simply looked into Tonks's expressive eyes as she stared at him in return, a needy expression clouding her heart shaped face. He placed a small kiss on her knee, making her gasp silently, before his hands grabbed her white panties at her hips and pulled them off in a swift move. He smiled at her startled face as he smugly slipped them into his pocket. Reaching down he gently spread her legs, keeping eye contact with her at all times, before lightly tracing the outline the panties had left on her skin. Her soft panting increased as his fingers ghosted over her hairless skin, starting near her butt before traversing her skin up to the small patch of curly hair at the top of her slit.

Had he been able to see her pubes he would have chuckled at the way the colour shifted to match her hair. Smiling at her he slowly lowered his hands again, ghosting against her outer lips, chuckling at the way she tried to so shift her hips to make better contact. As one of her hands moved towards her crotch he clicked his tongue,

"Just let me Tonks."

The impatient look she gave him only amused him further, but he decided to take mercy on her and gently slipped the tip of his finger between her hot soaked folds, gathering a bit of moistness and slowly spreading it up and down her slit. Spreading her wetness around, he eased another finger in, gently but surely slipping into her tight heat. Harry loved the way she looked at him as he slowly worked her over, the combination of lust, need, pleasure and impatience was glorious to behold. Gathering moisture on his fingers he would gently circle her clit, softly grasping it between his digits as he moved his hand around her drenched pussy. Watching her eyes burn with desire he moved his fingers back down to the tight hole, slowly slipping his fingers into her while holding his palm up. Feeling his palm press against her puffy lips he smiled at the incredible tightness, feeling her muscles attempting to crush his digits. Her heaving breasts kept trying to steal his concentration as his eyes shifted between her panting soft lips and the gorgeous erect nipples. Leaning forward he pressed his palm against her clit, making small round motions against her incredible sensitive bundle of nerves. Her mouth was wide open and he knew that she'd be moaning loudly if it wasn't for the silencing spell. Increasing his game he started curling his fingers while softly pumping them, teasing the g-spot with firm smooth 'come here' motions.

Tonks's panting increased as her hands came around to grab his forearm, followed by her wrapping her toned thighs around his limb, desperately grinding her smouldering pussy against his fingers, moaning silently as she rode his hand. Harry liked the look that had overtaken her eyes, gone was the hesitant girl, being replaced by this wanton woman that felt no shame in using his hand for her own release. Feeling her engorged clit rubbing desperately against his palm, Harry knew she was getting so very close and leaned in close to her ear.

"Cum for me Tonks." He channelled raw magic through his hand, engulfing his palm and sending it down his fingers straight into her sensitive flesh.

Her eyes widened like saucers before she started shaking wildly against him, her clenching hole pulsing around his fingers as her quiet shouts blew hot air against Harry's neck. Harry loved the way her eyes seemed to lose all sense of reality, being completely overwhelmed by the exquisite pleasure flowing through her body as she came hard against his hand. Slowly decreasing his magic and slowing down his motions he brought her down from her incredible high, feeling her entire body slump against the sofa in relaxation. Pleased by her reaction he brought his hand to his mouth, sucking the fingers clean, enjoying her fresh taste. Looking over at her he was reminded of how inexperienced she was compared to him, as he saw her staring with wide eyes at the hand he was sucking clean.

"You taste great, like summer."

That seemed to snap her out of her funk, making a rosy red rise on her cheeks again, yet she couldn't seem to tear her eyes away from him as he slowly licked her juices from his hand. When he felt he was clean enough he grabbed his wand and removed the silencing spell, liking the sound of her laboured breathing.

"Liked it?"

"Wha…how? T-that was amazing."

She seemed utterly flustered, not having expected anything like it.

"That's a secret; you should probably head to the shower though. Whereas I enjoy your taste and scent, I'm not sure everyone agrees."

He indicated her soaked crotch, making her "eep" softly, before she snapped a quick cleansing charm at herself and grabbed her things.

"Umm thanks, for, whatever this was Harry."

"Anytime Tonks, remember that."

Her eyes studied him and he simple nodded, cementing the fact that he meant every word.

"I'll uh, keep that in mind, good night Harry!"

"Good night Tonks."

Harry laughed softly as he watched her walk up to her dorm with shaky legs, stumbling slightly and seeming to be in a daze. He had no idea what a chain of events he had set into motion though; his experiences with Tonks would be unlike anything else he had experienced.

Chapter 24

Harry swore softly to himself as he navigated the darkened path towards Hagrid's hut, what a ridiculous detention to get. Mistress Andromeda had warned him, repeatedly, that using so much Occlumency can make his emotions flare up higher than he expected when they finally slipped through his iron control. Something about repressing them so much that when you finally experienced them you were unused to the sensation, easily letting it spiral out of hand. Well Harry knew exactly what she had meant now, he had lost control of his anger, against the Malfoy prick of all people, how utterly stupid.

The dinner earlier in the day had gone as normal, Harry enjoying the company of his girls, with Hermione sitting with the Hufflepuffs as usual. That was until they were leaving for the next class in a hurry and Hermione had accidentally bumped into the Malfoy boy on the way, knocking their bags to the ground. Apologizing, she had picked up her own bag and meant to carry on only to be stopped by an indignant shout,

"What do you think you're doing filth!?"

Turning around they saw Malfoy pointing his wand at Hermione, a red tint covering his cheeks.

"What?"

"You know what mudblood, how dare you tackle your betters?"

Silence descended on the entry hall as he uttered the foul word, soft gasps being heard by those that understood the meaning.

Waving his wand meaningfully towards her legs he smirked,

"I should teach you a lesson, maybe a stay in the hospital wing will teach you how to behave around those of better standing!"

His waving stopped abruptly as his wrist was engulfed in an iron grip, lifting his hand in the air, squeezing it painfully without budging an inch. Being forced to stand on his toes he turned around, gulping softly as he stared into emerald eyes that seemed to smoulder with anger, soft wisps of magic dancing around the eyelashes.

Harry wasn't sure what the trigger was, maybe it was the word mudblood that he felt insulted the memory of his mother, or maybe it was the fact that he threatened to injure a girl who had already been bullied so much, but the rage seemed to simply boil over. Attempts to suppress it with Occlumency failed and only seemed to fuel the anger; the unfamiliar feeling feeding his magic to a boiling point. He had never truly let his anger free to this point, being forced to control his emotions at all times when at the Dursley's. Now it felt like a dam snapped inside of him as his rage fuelled the massive reservoir of magic that had been left largely untouched until this point. Feeling it flood into him he embraced the flow of pure power, feeling the world grow brighter, making him feel as if anything was possible. Used to channelling magic to his arms he focused on that, crudely enhancing his strength without realizing the magical resonance he was emitting as the excess magic bled into the air of the entry hall. A thick heavy sensation slowly spread around the room, like the oppressive weather you experience right before a large storm.

Not realizing the danger the boy in front of him was radiating, Goyle moved forward to grab him only to have a hand wrap around his neck. A soft gasp ran through the audience as Harry seemed to lift Goyle into the air by his neck, seemingly without effort. Shifting his blazing eyes to him he spoke, his voice seeming different, deeper as if laced with something.

"You. Stay out of this."

Not waiting for an answer he threw him towards Crabbe, making them both fall to the floor, before turning back to Malfoy, who seemed to be trying to pry his hand free without success, bewildered by the grip he was being held in. Pulling him close he lurched over him slightly, using his height advantage to its full, staring right into his fearful eyes.

"You will never use that word in my presence again, do you understand me Malfoy?"

"When my fath…Ahhh!"

Squeezing his wrist to interrupt the usual comment he grabbed his chin with his other hand, forcing him to face his eyes.

"Do you understand me Malfoy?"

Being so close to him the oppressive magical resonance made it hard for him to breathe, making it feel like he was trying to fill his lungs with water.

"Y-yes."

His gasping meek voice sounded like honey to Harry's ears, he didn't know why, but there was something immensely satisfying in having his orders obeyed.

"Good."

Releasing his hand he held him on his toes by his neck, speaking softly,

"Know that should you ever again threaten my friends, I will crush you like an insect."

Waiting for his nod he released him, yet it was too late as Professor's Snape and McGonagall pushed through the ring of students watching the spectacle. Looking into the stern visage of Minerva McGonagall Harry felt his anger leave him like a drop of water in the desert. Shit.

It quickly devolved into a shouting match after that, Snape wanting to expel everyone and Minerva saying she wanted the same for Malfoy for calling her favourite student that foul word. The end result was him, Malfoy and Hermione having to do a detention in the forbidden forest in the middle of the night. Hermione seemed devastated to receive a detention, yet the small glint of anger in her eyes as she looked at Snape made Harry smile, she was definitively not pleased with the undeserved detention. The man was doing a far better job at breaking her out of her hero-worship for the teachers than Harry possibly could.

Walking back to the girls Harry was surprised when Susan moved up quickly to grab his arm, Hannah grabbing the other, starting to lead him towards the Hufflepuff common room. Harry looked at the considering faces that surrounded them and simply let the girls lead him away, not wanting to deal with the attention right now. Susan and Hannah however wanted him out of there quickly for a reason; his blatant display of power alone had been awe inspiring, let alone the fact that he had humbled the scion of the house of Malfoy, making his stock rise greatly among the Slytherin house. They had seen the considering looks and whispers that were being traded by the girls in green and definitively wanted him out of there fast. The fact that there probably wasn't a witch among the people watching the showdown that hadn't sensed his considerable power was not something that pleased them either, a first year producing power strong enough to be sensed was sure to attract attention, especially of the scheming female kind.

Spotting Tonks among the crowd Harry waved to her, getting a small wave back as her eyes seemed to bore through him. She hadn't really talked to him ever since he pleased her a few weeks ago, something Harry was fine with as he wanted to give her time. Now though she looked like she was bursting with questions, her dark eyes analysing his every move.

"Here are the delinquents!"

Filch's voice snapped him out of his thoughts as they came up to Hagrid at the edge of the forbidden forest. Looking at the people around him he saw Hermione, seeming annoyed more than anything, Malfoy who seemed skittish at every shadow and Neville, of all people to have a detention, looking nervous. He had mumbled something about a dragon when they asked how on earth he ended up there.

Hagrid, the huge groundskeeper and his dog Fang lead them towards the forest, an oppressive silence seeming to settle over the group as they stared into the dark trees. Harry couldn't help wonder exactly how safe it was to send first years into a dangerous forest with someone, who as far as he knew, was incapable of magic.

"What exactly are we doing here Hagrid?"

Harry was surprised at the informal way Hermione addressed the half giant, she must have known him before.

"Something's been hunting unicorns in the forest, drinking their blood; we're going to see if we can stop it.

Hermione gasped softly at the response, for a reason. Whatever beast was drinking unicorn blood must be mad and near death, slaying something so pure and defenceless to keep itself alive would lead to a cursed life from the moment the blood touched its lips.

Trudging through the black forest they soon found small traces of silvery blood, signs that a unicorn had been hurt. Hagrid wanting them to split up put Fang with Hermione and Harry while taking Malfoy and Neville with himself. Arming his crossbow he addressed them,

"If you spot the beast or the unicorn, send up red sparks with your wand, I'll be there as soon as I can. Don't trust Fang either, he's a coward."

"Right."

Moving between the trees, Harry quietly led the way deeper into the forest, with a quiet Hermione and a whimpering Fang following.

"Thank you."

The words were so soft he barely heard them, yet Hermione's voice carried easily in the silent forest. Knowing exactly what she meant, he turned and flashed her a grin,

"No problem, he shouldn't have been saying such things. I meant what I said about anyone hurting my friends."

She smiled softly in return, mouthing the word friends. After a few seconds her soft voice broke the silence again.

"How…I mean, how did you do it anyway? I've never seen anyone that strong; you lifted Goyle like he weighed nothing."

"Magic."

He glanced at her annoyed face before chuckling,

"No really, it's magic. I can channel it through my arms, like pretending I have a wand in my hand."

"Wow, can you cast without a wand as well?"

He stopped and stared at her.

"... I hadn't even considered that, I was just using it for, uh, other stuff."

"Other stuff?"

Harry spotted some silver blood and felt a bit guilty when it actually made him sigh in relief, having a convenient excuse to end the conversation with.

"Look! There's a trail, let's follow it."

Her narrowed eyebrows made him realize he hadn't been as smooth as he thought.

Following the silver droplets deeper into the forest they soon heard a soft whinnying coming from the clearing. Sneaking forward Harry spotted a young unicorn lying on the forest floor, its legs having given out as it slowly bled to death. The silence surrounding the area was oppressing, as if the forest itself was holding its breath. Moving forward they were startled when something dark glided over to the whinnying unicorn, looking like a shadow made flesh. The wispy darkness glided over the animal before a quiet disgusting slurping sound was heard, making Hermione squeak in surprise. The slurping instantly stopped as the darkness rose what looked like a head, revealing two glowing red eyes staring at them. Harry felt a sudden pain in his forehead, making him pull up his Occlumency in reflex. To his surprise the pain faded almost immediately as his mind cleared, giving him time to pull out his wand. The beast released what sounded like a jubilant hiss as it charged at him, the dark tendrils melding with the shadows of the forest as it quickly crossed the distance between them.

"Depulso!"

The Banishing Charm ripped out of Harry's wand, tearing through the forest floor, throwing stones, splinters of wood and shrubbery against the beast before the spell itself reached him, throwing it back against a tree with a loud crack. Hermione was frantically throwing up red sparks as the beast seemed to temporarily lose form before forming the grotesque form of a man again. Staring at Harry it quietly faded into the dark forest just as the running form of Hagrid charged into view. Feeling the adrenaline leave his body, Harry sighed in relief as he watched the half giant run to tend to the unicorn.

"What in Merlin's name was that?"

Looking at Hermione he could only shrug, yet he had the nagging feeling the thing had recognized him, there was something eerily familiar with that stare. Looking into the dark forest where the beast had disappeared to he was startled to see a centaur stare back at him. Gripping his wand, but not raising it, he stared back into the ancient eyes, carefully observing the creature. After what felt like a minute it nodded its head to him slightly before trotting deeper into the forest. It felt like whatever was blanketing the forest disappeared and the quiet sound of various animals could be heard again.

The experience had left all four of the students on edge and they happily followed Hagrid as he lead them back to the school, himself carrying the injured unicorn, telling them to get some sleep. As Harry slumped into his soft bed he rubbed his hand over his scar, it felt slightly more tender than usual; bringing his thoughts back to the strange pain that had hit him as the dark creature stared at him. Vowing to talk to Mistress Andromeda about it in the morning, he drifted off to a troubled sleep.

The morning arrived far too soon for his taste, the drowsiness making him rub his eyes as he stumbled towards the Great Hall with Susan and Hannah. As they entered the hall people would turn and stare at him, whispers and rumours spreading quickly about his confrontation with Malfoy. Remembering his training he banished all traces of sleepiness and adopted a confident and straight gait, walking to his seat seemingly without a care in the world. He was somewhat surprised to see so many witches staring at him, their gaze seeming calculating, something seemed to have changed. Another thing to bring up with Mistress Andromeda it seemed.

The stares and whispers continued throughout the day, starting to get on his nerves as he constantly reinforced his Occlumency to keep his outward appearance calm. Walking out of his last class he happily waved the girls good bye, telling them he needed to discuss certain things with Professor Tonks. Knocking on her door he heard the clear "come in", slipping in and locking and silencing the door behind him.

Mistress Andromeda raised an eyebrow in question at that, before indicating the seat in front of her. Sitting down he reached for her legs by habit, starting his usual massage on her stocking clad feet as he started telling her about the events that occurred the day before. She hummed softly, both at his hands and his story about the encounter with Malfoy.

"Hmmm, well it was bound to happen sooner or later. Starting Occlumency so early allows you to suppress your emotions, yet your hormones and young age will make them flare occasionally, making them slip past your control. The reason is because of the suppression itself, you are not as used to feeling anger or rage because you usually force the feeling down, making the emotion stronger when it finally breaks free.

Seeing the question on his face she continued,

"As you age you will grow more in touch with the feelings, improving both your control and Occlumency without any adverse effects. Passing puberty will also greatly help you towards one day mastering your own mind."

"What about the reactions I've been getting all day?"

She moaned softly, enjoying his fingers between her toes before answering,

"Before today you were interesting, future Lord Potter, obviously trained in wizarding customs, polite, pretty quiet, close to the heirs of the Bones and Abbott families and not surprisingly, close to a muggleborn, displaying your disregard for the pureblood dogma. You also held confidence in your Boy-Who-Lived moniker yet lacked the usual arrogance such fame might bring, not to mention your talent in magic was considerable, scoring you points on all fronts, something that people might not have expected with your placing in Hufflepuff.
"Yesterday however, you demonstrated what only a handful of wizards in the world could do; you saturated an entire room with your magic, showing all of Hogwarts just how much power you hold. You followed this up by publicly humiliating the scion of Malfoy, forcing him to submit in front of you when he held a wand while yours was holstered, something that I can tell you every single pureblood noticed. A first year who is just starting his magical education, demonstrating such power showed the entire pureblood community that not only do you not hold any fear for the Malfoy name, you are also going to grow up to be a significant powerhouse."

Sighing at his talented hands she slowly continued,

"Magical power is very highly rated in the magical world, where as they would like to pretend that they are incredibly sophisticated, it usually comes down to who has the bigger stick; good examples being Dumbledore and Voldemort."

Looking into his eyes as he switched feet she chuckled,

"Every single witch in this school now knows you hold the biggest stick."

"Seriously?"

Her tinkling laughter did nothing to improve his mood as he silently cursed his volatile temper. Pulling his thoughts together he started running his hands over her ankles, channelling small amounts of magic into her skin, making her sigh in pleasure.

"Another thing happened yesterday as well."

"Oh? Seems like you had eventful day."

Muttering how that was an understatement he told her about the wraith they saw and the pain he felt in his forehead. Her expression instantly changed, a small frown covering her face. Taking her feet out of his lap she leaned in close to inspect the scar,

"It seems slightly redder than before, has this happened before?"

"Uhm, I felt a slight pain in it during the first day when people attempted to use Legilimency on me."

Her look of worry deepened as she studied the scar, gently tracing her finger across it. Harry leaned into her cooling touch; it seemed to ease the irritated skin of the scar for some reason, making her smile softly.

"This bothers me, I will schedule a full set of tests for you at St. Mungo's during the summer; magical scars can be dangerous."

Harry nodded, he had only had a small check-up made by Mistress Andromeda herself, yet that was not her trained field.

Andromeda realized she had lost the good mood she had gained by the massage; a magical scar resonating like that was never good news, as it indicated that there was some lingering magic in the wound. Who had given him that wound was widely known, there being lingering traces left behind was not something he needed to know right now, as she doubted he'd enjoy knowing he had some of Lord Voldemort's magic left in him. She shuddered softly, left behind in his head of all places. Hugging him gently, she kissed him on the cheek, sending him to his dorm room with a small pat on the butt and the order to get some sleep.

Harry frowned as he walked to the common room, Mistress Andromeda had tried to act like it wasn't that big of a deal, yet she hadn't wanted any relief and he could easily spot the worry in her eyes. Just what he needed after everything that's been going on; something bad enough to make her worry about him.

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He had barely stepped into the common room when Tonks showed up at his elbow, pulling him up to her dormitory. Sitting him down on her bed she closed the curtains, granting them privacy in the form of built in charms.

"Umm, hey Tonks?"

"Hello Harry."

She seemed to be gathering herself before finally blurting out,

"What you, we, you did, that wasn't your first time doing it was it?"

Shit.

"Uhh, what do you mean?"

She levelled an unimpressed glare at him,

"Please, you know exactly what I mean. What you uh, did to me was amazing and it was no way it was your first time."

He allowed a small smile on his face when she called it amazing, yet he was grasping for an excuse now. Lying wouldn't really achieve much as she could for some reason see right through his lies. Sighing he mumbled,

"No it wasn't."

"I knew it! Who was it?"

Harry just stared at her,

"That's kinda personal isn't it?"

She flushed briefly before staring at him for a while, studying his expression.

"It was Mrs Malfoy wasn't it?"

Harry engaged his full Occlumency as fast as he could yet he knew the flinch of surprise had been visible on his face.

"Wow! Really? It was more a guess than anything. Wow, you're fooling around with Draco Malfoy's mum."

She snickered softly at that thought while Harry tried to desperately think of a defence, yet was failing completely. Tonks looked at his desperate attempts to mumble an excuse and just laughed,

"You can't lie to me Harry, it's too late now, there's nothing you can say to convince me otherwise."

Realizing it was pointless he just sighed and planted his face in his hands. Thinking this week couldn't get any worse he was surprised when he felt her soft hands pry his own hands away before cupping his face and looking him in the eyes. Her hair was turning a pink shade of red and she had a small blush on her cheeks.

"Um, Harry, you said that you were willing to do, you know, that, again?"

He studied her for a second, admiring how cute her heart-shaped face looked with the red tint covering her cheeks.

"Yeah, I wouldn't mind."

She turned slightly redder before mumbling softly,

"You know, I'm, uh, not very experienced. Like, at all. Like, ever."

Harry nodded softly at this, he had guessed this was the case but was still a bit surprised; she was a very pretty young woman. It also made him realize how much of an oddity he was himself, only a first year yet by far more experienced than she was.

Seeing the nod she continued,

"I uh, if you didn't mind that is, I'd like to repay the favour. As a test really. An experiment you know?"

His mind blanked out briefly as he pieced together her shaky sentence before his eyes went wide.

"Yeah, uh, I wouldn't mind at all Tonks."

Her small nervous smile brightened her face before she continued,

"Can I, umm, see it?"

Feeling himself harden at the direction the conversation was going, Harry leaned back on his hands, giving her free reign.

"Go ahead."

She flushed completely red now, her hair shifting between pink and deep red when she realized he gave her the freedom to do what she wanted. Hesitatingly she moved forward, placing her hands on his thighs, slowly moving them up to his belt buckle. Her touch brushed against his erection, making it twitch slightly as her hand stopped. With a curious look on her face she started tracing it through the fabric, seeming entranced by the rigidity. Snapping out of it she glanced at his face briefly, her face still a bright red but with a curious glint in her eyes, before she started untying his belt and pulling down his zipper.

Harry gladly assisted her, grabbing his boxers while he helped her pull of his pants, releasing his aching cock from its prison. He felt a bit of manly pride flush through him as he heard her gasp softly, before reaching a hesitant hand forward.

"It's alright, you can touch as much as you want."

That was all the encouragement she needed as her soft hand grabbed his shaft, running up and down as if testing the texture. She softly cupped his balls, playing with the testicles as her hands danced over his cock. She had moved even closer as she stared at the appendage, her hands squeezing and playing as if inspecting a new toy. Her soft velvet skin felt amazing as it ghosted over his aching arousal; even if she was inexperienced she was being very gentle. Her soft husky voice interrupted his thoughts,

"Uhm, how do you, you know, what should I do?"

Cupping the hand that was around his cock he started directing it up and down, showing her how to get him off.

"It would be better if it was wet though."

"Oh, um, the girls in my dorm have spoken about using my mouth, would that do?"

Harry's cock twitched at that thought before he enthusiastically nodded, his voice sounding hoarse and laboured,

"Yeah, that sounds great Tonks."

He watched as she briefly looked into his eyes before leaning down closer to his aching erection. Her soft lips landed a small kiss on the head, as if trying it out before a small pink tongue darted out and started tasting him. The wet hot tongue danced over the tip and he groaned as he gestured for her hand to continue with the jerking motion. Panting softly he curled his hand in her dark red hair, before gently pushing down on her head. She got the message as the entire tip of his cock was engulfed in her hot wet mouth, the lips wrapping around the shaft as the tongue danced over the sensitive flesh. He gasped at the sensation, trying to fight his natural reaction to thrust into her mouth. Instead he used his hand on her head to direct her, making her slowly pump her head while making wet slurping sounds around his cock. Watching his erection disappear in between those pink lips was one of the hottest things Harry had ever seen, making him pant softly as he felt himself getting closer.

"Getting close!"

To his surprise her reaction was to start sucking deeply, her flushed cheeks hollowing out as his cock was caught in a vice of hot wet flesh. The sensation was incredible and he barely had time to gasp out a warning before he felt himself come hard, his seed bursting into her throat. He could only moan as she didn't slow down at all, instead swallowing repeatedly while greedily sucking on cock, forcing out spasm after spasm of semen and dutifully swallowing it all. Harry grasped the sheets in desperation as the strength of the orgasm hit him, his hips humping the willing mouth in ecstasy as it sucked him dry, the wet velvety grip never relenting. Finally she released his cock with a wet pop, making him gasp out loud as he slumped down on the bed, breathing heavily and trying to stop the room from spinning.

"Was that umm, good?"

"Merlin Tonks, that was absolutely amazing."

That put a small smile on her face as she licked her lips, experimenting with the taste, finding it to be quite alright. She didn't know that not all men simply tasted like a flood of power, Harry's innate magic had flooded his seed to the point where it tasted more like pure power than anything else. They suddenly froze as they heard the other girls from Tonks's dorm walk in, making her stare at him in panic before hissing,

"You have got to get out of here"

"Yeah, umm, no worries, thanks that was great and good night Tonks."

Much to her surprise he pulled out a silvery piece of fabric from his pocket and wrapped it around his shoulders, disappearing completely from view. She felt a soft kiss on her cheek before staring wide eyed as the curtains shifted slightly as he slipped away in to the night, making her sigh. Just when she thought she had figured him out, he pulled another surprise from his pocket.

Harry snuck quietly into his own dorm, undressing and heading for a shower. As the hot water splashed against his skin he thought back to the hot view of Tonks's soft lips wrapped around his cock, making him hard again. After all worrying the day before, this was exactly what he had needed. Realizing Tonks no doubt wanted to continue this just as much as he did, he smiled happily, they could both use some stress relief during their time at Hogwarts, why not make the most out of it.

Chapter 25

Harry swore loudly as he watched his phoenix-wand fly through the air before being gracefully caught by a smirking witch at the other end of the room. He had spent the last three weeks occasionally duelling Nymphadora Tonks in the room of requirement, her personal playground that she had reluctantly revealed to him. To call the duels eye opening would have been an understatement, they had seriously made Harry re-evaluate his own skills. Used to being the first of his year and praised by both teachers and students alike, he realized he had let his ego get the best of himself. Whereas he knew from duelling Amelia during the Christmas holidays that he was far from her level, he still thought he could take on Hogwarts students easily. Tonks had rudely disabused him of that notion the first time they fought.

His loud spells were either gracefully evaded or blocked by various silent counters, ranging from impeccable transfigurations to shields that flashed into existence before his spell had even left his wand. The constant barrage of spells that she rained on him was terrifying, the silent casting leaving him desperately trying to identify what to dodge and what to attempt to block. Dodging behind cover left her free to apply her natural transfiguration capabilities on the room, swarming him with animals made out of stone and soil. Harry realized her dream of becoming an Auror was not farfetched at all as he felt himself being completely outclassed in every possible way.

The original reason she revealed the room to him was their need for privacy, their, or more accurately her, sexual experimentation had increased rapidly after she got over her initial shyness. Harry was not one to complain, the sexual relief was fantastic and just what he needed to get his mind off other things. It was after they had pleasured each other that she revealed the true purpose of the room, her personal training-ground for the Auror Academy. That had made Harry jokingly suggest she should fight him, thinking it would be an even duel. Hence his rather rude awakening when she had twirled his wand between her fingers ten seconds later, smirking at his dumbfounded expression.

Harry snapped back to the present as she lobbed the wand back to him, catching it easily from the air.

"Man I really need to learn silent casting, watching you have a shield up before the spell is even halfway is annoying as hell."

"Don't worry about it Harry, it's usually only taught during sixth year DADA classes, in preparation for the NEWTs."

He grumbled at that, he had no intention of waiting five years to get rid of his annoying handicap. Even if these duels were humbling, he was also learning a lot. His awkward exaggerated dodging he had done at the start had quickly been corrected by Tonks, pointing out that smaller moves were almost always better. Teaching him a basic stance where he presented only his shoulder to his opponent, his body kept sideways to make a small target had helped a lot. Implementing quick small steps to dodge spells instead of the ridiculous rolls and jumps he did earlier had further improved his movement, letting him launch faster counter-attacks and always keep an eye on her.

Glancing over at Tonks he couldn't help letting his eyes roam over her body, dressed in tight fitting exercise clothes that did nothing to hide her figure she was a very distracting sight. A tight sweaty grey tank-top clung to her ample breasts while her firm butt and long toned legs were encased in black leggings that seemed painted on. Proper purebloods would have a heart attack if they ever saw her wear that. Hearing a small cough he brought his eyes up to her amused, if slightly exasperated face.

"Improving your magic and having sex, are those the only two things you think about?"

"It's hard to not think about sex in present company."

He punctuated his sentence by looking over her body again, Merlin but she was hot. She flushed slightly, not as much as she had a few weeks ago, having grown used to his open way of talking while in private. He had tasted her for the first time two weeks ago, her loud moaning making him fear she'd overwhelm his silencing charm. After that her embarrassment seemed to have gradually disappeared and she simply enjoyed their time together to the fullest.

"Later Casanova, you helped me with my accuracy so it's my turn to help you with your parrying."

Harry nodded, composing his mind with Occlumency and readying his wand for the exercise. His talent in the art had blown Tonks completely away, as she had never expected him to be able to do it after seeing his otherwise pitiful duelling ability. Well, pitiful compared to her, exceptional, even prodigious compared to any other first year. Parrying meant exactly what the name said, you parried a spell with your wand by channelling magic into it and batting the offensive spell away, the direction depending on your skill and power. Reflecting a spell straight back to the caster was obviously harder than simply using a glancing blow to slightly change its direction. Parrying relied on several things, excellent hand-eye coordination, the ability to regulate the magic you channel and large magical reserves to be able to overwhelm the power of the offensive spell. All were things Harry excelled at, having played with the power of different spells ever since Mistress Narcissa's tutoring.

He had grasped the basics in a matter of minutes, completely stunning Tonks who herself even had issues the art. Amazed she had quickly implemented it into their practice, throwing Tickling Charms at Harry from different angles, adjusting the power and speed of the spells constantly to keep him on his toes.

Taking the now familiar stance he stood sideways with his right shoulder towards Tonks, his wand held ready. The silent barrage started almost instantly and Harry used his Occlumency to remove all distracting thoughts while channelling a steady flow of magic into his wand, making it hum softly in his hand. The usual feeling of power flooded him before he started batting the spells away, making small movements with his feet to dodge any spells he wasn't fast enough to parry.

Tonks watched fascinated as the now familiar glow lit up behind his eyes as he moved, making the smouldering green eyes shine in the room. She couldn't help but be awed by the sheer amount of magic he put out on a regular basis and was having trouble keeping a professional attitude as her groin heated from the familiar sensation of his released power. It was like a physical presence coating the room, she was certain anyone he wished harm would feel intimidated by it, yet all she felt was a soft caress on her skin, like a lovers tongue dancing over her body. His magic had clearly grown to accept her, changing from the first time she felt it to what it was now. She shuddered softly as he watched him perform the parrying manoeuvres with such ease, something that was taught as an optional additional class during the seventh year, yet here was a first year making a mockery of the entire system.

Harry occluded his mind as stubbornly as he could, yet Tonks's now usual reaction to his magic was incredibly distracting. The pink lips were parted as soft pants could be heard while a red flush covered her neck, disappearing under the tank-top that covered her obviously excited breasts. Her bosom jiggled softly as she danced around the room, trying to slip spells past his defence. Her unexpected pirouette was all it took, his eyes shifted from her wand to the fantastic arse on display before he felt a spell slip past his wand, making him burst out in chuckles.

"Haha, Merlin, but that's cheating."

She had a wide grin on her flushed face, not looking guilty about her little trick at all, before she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the shower door that seemed to appear out of the wall.

"Not my fault you're easily distracted."

His muttered "damn hormones" drew a small chuckle from her, yet he couldn't help wondering if he was entirely normal in that aspect. His sexual drive seemed completely off the charts, his mind and eyes seeming to drift to any attractive female within range, mentally undressing her within seconds. Watching Tonks peel off her clothes, revealing her gorgeous slightly flushed pale skin as she skipped into the shower made him push those thoughts away. As he removed his own clothes he realized that right now he couldn't care less.

Slipping in next to her in the shower, he gave her mouth a gentle probing while his fingers played with her soaked folds, she seemed to be more than just excited, her wetness soaking his hand. Moaning into his mouth she leaned against the shower wall before pushing him down to his knees,

"Please Harry; you need to finish what you started with your damn magic."

Chuckling he hooked his arms under her legs; grabbing the pert ass before moving in towards her puffy lips. He enjoyed pleasing Tonks, not only because she always returned the favour afterwards, but because watching her lithe body moan and writhe on his mouth always made him hard as a rock.

"Wait, I want to try something new today, it was in that Kama Sutra book you got from Mrs Malfoy."

Harry looked up in surprise before she grabbed her wand from shelf and pointed it at him. She obviously didn't care if it got wet, for a good reason, professionally made wands, like those from Ollivander's were protected against such things. It was a cause for some humour among purebloods as they watched muggleborns treat their wands exceedingly carefully, like it was going to snap at any time. Like the wizarding world hadn't taken precautions to protect their most valuable possession, what a ridiculous thought.

"Stick your tongue out."

Doing as he was told she did a quick manoeuvre with her wand before softly whispering "Engorgio", her voice tinged with anticipation. Harry's eyes widened as he felt his tongue swell, growing almost twice as thick and three times longer. His exclamation of surprise came out as a muffled mumble. Tonks stared at the appendage in rapture before placing her hands in his messy locks and moving him towards her pussy. Not one to argue Harry moved in, trying to get a grasp of his new appendage by lapping at her pussy like a dog. He heard her gasp softly as his flat tongue covered her entire pussy, licking it from her rosebud up to the small patch of vibrant red hair at the top of her slit. Getting used to the new size Harry gently pressed it between her hairless lips, watching as her eyes widened in awe as the giant tongue slowly slipped into her soaked hole. Her shocked voice echoed in the room,

"Oh Merlin!"

He was being overwhelmed by her taste and feel as his tongue sent every sensation back to him, slowly working its way deep into her tight passage. Bottoming out he moved his mouth towards her clit, using the base of his tongue and lips to suck on it while licking her insides, sawing his tongue in and out of the juicy hole. She was gasping and moaning around him, most of her weight already resting on his shoulders as his hands supported her tight bottom. His tongue seemed stronger and more flexible because of the new size, letting him relentlessly probe and explore around her while her pulsating vaginal muscles tried to desperately grab the slick intruder. Her hands were grabbing his hair almost painfully as she tried to ride his mouth, panting loudly while bucking her hips. Harry loved the way her taste flooded his mouth as she softly moaned out his name, repeating it over and over again as her legs started shaking. Sucking on her clit he started flexing the tongue, making it bend around inside her, driving her over the edge as she shuddered against his face. Harry admired the way her toned body tensed as she came, her abs clearly visible against her taut stomach while her perky tits swayed above his eyes.

Her hands cradled his head as he kept the motion up, making her ride out her orgasm to the fullest while her loud shouts filled the fogged bathroom, flooding his mouth with her musky taste. Finally with a last gasp of breath she went slack, signalling Harry to let her down. He slowly removed his tongue while easing her down on the shower floor, feeling proud at how utterly wasted she seemed. It took a minute of her simply panting before her eyes focused on his smirking face and she realized she still hadn't fixed his tongue. Fumbling lazily after her wand she reversed the transfiguration with a small flick.

"Finally, can't seem to talk at all when it's like that."

She had a satisfied smile on her face as she looked at him,

"That's, pant, fine, you more than, pant, make up for it in other ways."

He laughed as he slowly stood up, bringing his raging erection to her eye level. She slowly licked her lips as she stared at swinging cock dancing right in front of her face.

"Subtle, you are not."

He chuckled while slipping his hands into her dark, almost brownish red hair, a colour he now recognized as her being sexually satisfied and very relaxed.

"Can't help it, I'm a hormonal teenager and that was probably one of the sexiest things I have ever seen."

She smiled as she grabbed his shaft, pumping softly while using her left hand to gently play with his testicles.

"Since you tried something new on me, it's only fair I return the favour."

He gave her a quizzical look before softly gasping as her soft lips wrapped around the tip, her tongue gently teasing the sensitive skin. Wrapping his hands around her head he enjoyed the soft pumping motion before he felt his cock hit the back of her mouth, making him ease up on the pressure. She kept pumping it while adding saliva though, making small slurping sounds echo in the room as his slick erection pushed against her throat repeatedly. To his surprise he felt something shift around his cock before she pushed it in again, making it slowly glide down her incredibly tight wet throat. He moaned as he felt his entire shaft disappear between the pink lips, her nose coming to rest against his pubic bone. Looking down he gasped at the sensation, watching himself completely disappear between her now triumphantly smirking lips. Then her throat muscles got to work, wildly swallowing and spasming around his cock, almost bringing him to his knees right there.

"Oh Merlin, that's incredible."

Her eyes seemed to smile at that, before pulling back until he slipped out of her throat, only to push herself back to his skin again, making him moan softly at the sensation of slipping into the velvet vice again. Harry was quickly understanding the additional advantages of being a metamorph as he tangled his hands in her dark red hair, softly fucking her sexy lips, watching in awe as the wet tight mouth sucked him down to the hilt over and over again. Feeling two wet fingers play with his rosebud, gently pressuring the wrinkled skin, he looked at her in surprise, only to see a mischievous glint in her eyes. He gasped as they slipped in; making her smile even wider, she had managed to worm out of him that he quite liked having his prostate played with. What she referred to as a discussion was something Harry would have called an interrogation on 'what he had done with Mrs Malfoy', but it was too late for that now.

The assault from two sides was making Harry feel lightheaded, the two fingers, if unexperienced compared to Mistress Narcissa's, knew enough based on the Kama Sutra book to achieve their goal. The pleasure shot through his body straight to his groin, barely giving him time to moan out a warning before he started unleashing his load down her throat. Instead of backing off her reaction to his warning was to take him deep into her throat again, while starting to softly hum and swallow around his twitching cock. The additional vibrations were driving him insane, making him desperately squeeze her face into his crotch while he felt himself shoot down her throat repeatedly. His anus was clenching around the pumping fingers desperately, as if trying to grab them, yet they showed no signs of slowing down either, milking him dry as the greedy mouth sucked out every last drop. When he finally felt the orgasm abate his legs were trembling, making him kneel down in front of the amazing young woman who had just driven him half insane. She followed his cock down to the floor before finally backing off, releasing him with a wet slurp and taking small panting breaths as she swallowed what was in her mouth. Harry just stared at her wide eyed, trying to understand what happened to the shy girl from a month ago. She smirked at him victoriously,

"I take it you liked that?"

He simply leaned in and kissed her lips softly, not caring if he tasted some of himself while doing it.

"That was amazing Tonks, thank you."

That finally got a small blush from her, yet it seemed to pride more than anything, confusing Harry even further.

"I take it you've been studying the book then?"

She smiled happily now,

"Yeah, it's amazing, it has so many ideas on what we can try!"

Harry thought about arguing against that before almost slapping himself. If a girl looking like that wanted to explore the entire Magical Kama Sutra with him he wasn't going to argue, wasn't he supposed to be learning to keep his mouth shut? This seemed like a good place to start. After catching his breath he just nodded at her happily, before grabbing her shoulders gently and turning her around. Grabbing what he now knew as her favourite shampoo he started massaging it into her locks, his fingers playing with her scalp making her almost purr in satisfaction.

"Not that I'm arguing, quite the opposite, but what brought this on Tonks?"

He paused for a bit before continuing,

"I mean, you weren't exactly this adventurous a month ago."

She leaned into his massaging hands like a cat being petted before her soft voice replied,

"I don't know. I mean, I guess I've always wanted to try a lot of things but whenever I'd get close to any boy they would brag to everyone how they 'bagged the metamorph'. I had barely gotten past the first kiss and they'd ask me if I could change things for them."

Harry hummed softly, starting to add some magic into his hands, feeling like she could use some comforting.

"With you though I know you won't be bragging; I know you're a good person who respects me for who I am. I guess it's a bit silly but I find more comfort in you than in any older students. I guess I'm just finding out about a completely new side of myself."

She moaned softly at the sensations his hands were causing before laughing,

"The fact that you can do what you're doing right now doesn't hurt either."

He laughed out loud at that, thinking about how much he actually owed Mistress Narcissa for teaching him to regulate his magic. Thinking about her brought up mixed feelings, he knew she was unhappy in her marriage and he really liked her, maybe even more than just liked. Still, she had another side to her, one he had barely started to glimpse, one that enjoyed control and power to a point where she would lose track of what she was doing. He knew that intimately.

"Your turn."

He was snapped out of his thoughts as Tonks grabbed the bottle of shampoo and motioned for him to turn around. Leaning into her hands he decided Mistress Narcissa was a problem he'd deal with some other time, there was only a month of school left and he planned to get through as much of the Kama Sutra as Tonks could possibly want to. Grinning he realized he had actually been annoyed at Mistress Narcissa for giving him the book for Christmas, how dumb was that.

Chapter 26

Harry whistled softly to himself as he walked towards the Great Hall, trying to decide his plans for the summer. It was three weeks until the train departed towards London and he still wasn't sure what to do when arriving. Susan wanted him to stay at the Bones Manor during the summer, knowing his dislike for his relatives and he was strongly considering that option. He knew Aunt Petunia would be furious, but he found that he cared less about her opinion each day that passed with him away from the freakishly clean house. He knew he'd be receiving tutoring from Mistress Andromeda during the summer and no doubt Mistress Narcissa would want him over for the Lordship tutoring, leaving his schedule full with more important things than the pointless chores Aunt Petunia insisted he'd do. The fact that he'd be able to keep up with his magical education during his time at the Bones' also heavily weighed in their favour, not to mention the lovely company of Susan and Amelia.

"Harry!"

He looked up in surprise as a flustered Hermione ran up to him, pulling him into an alcove in the wall. Squeezed up into the narrow space he couldn't resist wiggling his eyebrows before commenting,

"Well, you certainly seem to have something on your mind."

She flushed before punching him in the arm, not a gentle punch either, carrying all those books around sure as hell hadn't left her without arm strength.

"Prat. It's important."

He rubbed his shoulder before motioning for her to continue.

"Well, umm, you know about the restricted third floor corridor right?"

"Yeah, saw a Cerberus in there and decided to leave it well alone, whatever Dumbledore has in there is obviously guarded."

She looked slightly startled at his knowledge before continuing,

"Well, you see, the boys in my year heard Professor Snape talking to Professor Quirrell about taking something from there, they said it sounded like he was threatening him."

Harry frowned at that, it sounded highly unlikely. Mistress Andromeda had told him about Snape's history as a Death Eater, yet she had also told him about how Dumbledore had shocked the entire Wizengamot by speaking in his defence during his trial. Whereas no one had said it out loud, for someone so firmly in the light to speak in the favour of a man bearing the dark mark, meant that he had some significant inside information regarding his loyalties.

Thinking further he realized that Snape being the traitor would mean he was the one who let the troll in, making him doubt the story even more. There was one thing all of Wizarding Britain knew, and that was that Hogwarts was the safest place on the island. Not because of the wards or the teachers, but because of the presence of one Albus Dumbledore. Directly harming a student at Hogwarts meant being the focus of his anger, something not even the most foolish of dark wizards would willingly do. Whereas some of the newer generations would happily underestimate the old man, the older witches and wizards still told stories about an enraged Albus Dumbledore walking through the streets of Berlin, radiating enough magic to make the muggles pass out while throwing around Grindelwald's Schutzstaffel division of dark wizards like a toddler discarding broken toys.

"I find that hard to believe."

"Right, it's not like a teacher would do such a thing!"

He frowned further at that, his gut refused to trust Quirrell at all, but decided not to comment.

"Umm, Hermione, why are you telling me this?"

"Because they are convinced Professor Snape intends to steal it today and have gone to the third floor corridor to stop him."

Harry palmed his face,

"Then they are idiots, why tell me instead of a teacher?" She shuffled her feet, fidgeting slightly before saying in a half whisper,

"Because Ron told me that if I tattled on them they'd make me regret it."

Sighing he wrapped her in a gentle hug before holding her at arm's length,

"Hermione, go tell Dumbledore what happened, I'll go make sure the idiots don't kill themselves. If they try to blame you, tell them I said you should report it."

And I'll have a chat with them about threatening Hermione, he thought to himself before watching a now beaming Hermione run off towards the Headmasters office. Sighing again he jogged off towards the forbidden corridor, so much for a relaxing afternoon.

Reaching the door he was surprised to find it unlocked, peeking inside he saw a charmed harp playing a soothing tune, keeping the now snoring Cerberus completely docile. Looking carefully at the instrument he realized it was just a normal harp that someone obviously skilled had charmed, making him slightly worried. Whereas he had had his ego trounced by Tonks, on regular occasion, he still considered himself to be by far the best first year in Hogwarts. The charm on the harp was beyond him, leaving him certain someone else besides the first year boys had passed through here.

Dropping down he fell into what looked like a small war zone, remains of what looked like a Devil's Snare plant spread around the room. Didn't they know all you needed was a little fire to make it retreat? Slightly worried now, Harry picked up the pace, moving through the various rooms quickly, briefly staring at the flying keys in one of them, before spotting Seamus and Dean, with Seamus lying on the floor. The room looked like a giant chess board, with the two of them next to it.

"Hey!"

Dean's eyes snapped to him in surprise,

"What are you doing here Potter?"

"A worried classmate of yours sent me to stop you from being idiots."

He frowned for a second before hissing,

"Granger, of course she'd tattle." He let out a small choking sound as a hand wrapped around his throat, lifting him up and making him stare into vivid green eyes,

"Yes, because she's a better person than both of us and worried about you. Should you have any problems with her actions you are free to take it up with me at any time."

Harry watched as bead of sweat ran down his pale face before he shook his head, making him release the boy.

"Is Finnigan alright?"

Rubbing his throat he replied, gesturing at the pieces of rock strewn around the room,

"Uhh yeah, think so, he's breathing fine, just got knocked around the head you know?"

Harry nodded, not bothering to bring up the possible dangers of being 'knocked around the head' by pieces of rock. He barely knew enough medical spells to seal a small cut, nothing he could do if there was a serious internal wound.

"Where's Weasley?"

"Went on ahead to stop that scum Snape!"

Harry spared the boy a pitying glance, what exactly did they plan on doing if they actually encountered Snape down here? He knew how horribly outclassed he was against Tonks alone, Snape was a professor with a Death Eater background, he'd crush them like insects if they got in his way. Hell, he'd crush Harry as well; he no longer held any illusions in that regard. Not bothering to reply he jogged through the door, spotting a Troll sprawled against one of the walls, making him nervous. There were no doubts about someone else being there now, Weasley would have had no chance against the troll, but whoever had beaten that troll made it look like it was a speed bump.

Edging around the troll he slipped through the next door, spotting Weasley hunched over a table of potions.

"Hey."

"Potter? What are you doing here?"

"Never mind that, what are you doing?"

"Uhh, solving this puzzle. I reckon if we just taste all of them we'll get the right one and can stop Snape from taking the Philosopher's Stone!"

Harry's eyes widened in amazement at his comment about the legendary stone, before personally reading the riddle, glancing over the sentence; 'Three of us are killers, waiting hidden in line' multiple times. The boy wanted to taste them all? This was a puzzle, based on logic, not magic, and it smelled like Snape, making him fairly certain the three 'killers' were in fact poison. Not bothering to reply he cast a Petrificus Totalus on Weasley, catching him and placing him on the floor.

"No offense, I just don't want you killing yourself while I figure this out."

He didn't feel particularly sorry; especially after hearing they had threatened Hermione. Frowning at the puzzle he was reminded of the Latin word puzzles Mistress Andromeda would make him solve, quickly deducing that the third potion should let him pass through.

His original plan of just stopping the boys had been shot to hell now that he knew that whoever was ahead of him was after the Philosopher's Stone, a subject he had read about during the summer when trying to find out information about Albus Dumbledore. A stone that could produce the Elixir of life, the unicorn blood, a troll showing up in the school, the strange wraith in the forest, it all started to make sense now, like small fragments of a plot solidifying in his mind. He shivered as he walked through the flames, not because he feared the flames but because he was fairly certain he'd run into that same dark creature again. He briefly wondered what was delaying Dumbledore; regardless of his personal dislike for the man he definitively wanted him there right now.

Stepping through the door he entered a circular room with pillars, but what held his attention was the man staring into the familiar mirror in the middle of the room. The man straightened and turned towards him, a cold sneer on his face, completely unlike the stuttering facade he usually presented. A glint of red flashed in his eyes, a terrible darkness hiding behind the average face, making Harry flinch at the contrast.

"Harry Potter. I am not surprised to find you here; I knew you were unlike the other children after what I saw in that bathroom during Halloween."

He chuckled softly, the creepy sound sending shivers down Harry's back

"Are you really Quirrell?"

His chuckle escalated to a soft laughter, the red flashing in his eyes every time the light hit them at an angle.

"I am, but I am also more. So much more. I am never alone anymore. No. Not me. Never alone."

Still laughing he turned towards the mirror, his laughter abruptly dying out like it was never there in first place, leaving the chamber in an eerie silence.

"How does it work? Why doesn't it work? I can see it. We can see it. I see my desire. I am presenting the stone to my Master and he greatly rewards me. Why? Why doesn't it give me the stone?"

A cold voice, high pitched and sounding like creaky door in an abandoned house answered him,

"Use the boy."

Quirrell's eyes snapped to Harry, a strange fervour glowing in them.

"The boy? Yes the boy. You, Potter, you can make it work. Look into the mirror and tell me what you see!"

Glad to look away from those creepy eyes he glanced into the mirror, seeing himself smirking at him before reaching into his pocket. His mirror image pulled out the stone, winked at him and put it back, making a sudden weight settle in his pocket. Realizing what he held in his pocket, Harry felt a shiver run down his spine. Whatever Quirrell was, he could not be allowed to have the stone, not to mention what might happen to himself if he outlived his usefulness to the creepy man.

"I, uhh, see myself as Head boy, receiving the Quidditch Cup from Professor Sprout."

"What? No, that's not possible. No, he said you would work, no!"

The same cold voice echoed in the room again,

"He lies. Let me speak to him."

"Master? Master wishes to speak, master shall teach the boy!"

Harry stared at the man as he turned around and started to unwrap his turban. Like looking at a train wreck you know is going to happen, Harry found himself unable to turn away, gazing in trepidation as the strips of cloth fell away, revealing a grotesque face embedded into his skull. The eyes snapped open, the familiar red eyes of the beast from the forest staring right into Harry's green eyes, making his hand twitch for his wand in reflex.

"Harry Potter... do you sssee what I have become? Once the most feared wizard in the world, now I am but a parasssite to a willing host. All because of you!"

Trying desperately to control his breathing he stared into the repulsive face, slowly piecing together his words.

"Voldemort?"

The word was uttered with disbelief and a small tinge of hope that he should be mistaken. The grin he received in return washed away all of his hopes and made fear curl in his stomach,

"Yesss, not as dead as some might have you believe. I have gone beyond what any other wizard has achieved, I am immortal. I am beyond flesssh."

The burn in his scar was turning painful, making him pull out his full Occlumency in return. It had the added effect of letting him compose his thoughts, trying desperately to figure out a way to get out of the room. Where the fuck was Dumbledore?

"Now Harry Potter, hand me the ssstone."

Realizing he only had one chance at this, he slowly reached towards his pocket where the stone was, watching the cold red eyes stare at his hand triumphantly. Using every ounce of skill his last year with his Mistresses, Amelia and Tonks had given him, he pulled out his wand from his wrist holster in one smooth move, snapping an incredibly strong Depulso Charm from it within the same second. The move was Auror class in execution, the speed and precision of his movements almost perfect and the adrenaline that flowed through his veins made the spell hugely overpowered, rippling through the air as it closed the distance rapidly. Harry felt a brief second of joy as the spell crossed the short space between them, before his eyes widened in sudden horror.

His opponent was no Auror, Quirrell looked like a snake as he bent around the spell, his back bending sideways in an impossible angle. Before Harry had time to curse at his failure he was forced to dodge the sudden barrage of spells hammering his location. He threw up a Protego only to have it instantly shattered by power unlike anything he had ever felt before; his quick parry on a spell left him open to another one that crushed the bones in his left arm, throwing him to the floor. Looking up he didn't even have time to react as another spell ripped his wand from his fingers, throwing it into Quirrell's hands. Five seconds he thought, trying to control his gasp of pain, five seconds and he had the advantage of surprise on his side. Ridiculous.

"Harry, Harry, Harry, didn't your parents teach you anything?"

The words and the soft chuckle made his Occlumency crash and burn like it was never present, his rage and anger at his parents' murderer standing in front of him coursing through his veins, whipping his magic into a furious storm as it cascaded through his body. The pain in his arm and scar were like drops of water caught in a hurricane, his mind paying no attention to them as pure red hot power burned through his flesh. The colours of the world brightened as his eyes took on a furious glow, the rampant magic looking desperately for an outlet. Forcing it into his hands he bellowed in rage before catching the man in surprise with a magic fuelled right hook, the furious green magic coating his knuckles as the punch threw him across the room, making him smash against one of the decorative pillars with a loud crack. The sudden expenditure of magic made Harry slump back down, realizing his shoddy control had made him do something he rarely managed, completely exhaust his reserves. He stared in disbelief as Quirrell slowly stood back up, his face contorted in rage at being caught like that.

"You dare touch me like some filthy muggle!? I will - "

His words were cut off as he grabbed his face where he had been punched, a strange necrotic blackness spreading across his cheek, slowly eating away at his flesh. He grabbed his face in shock as it spread quickly down his neck, the oily darkness disintegrating his body as it went.

"What is this Potter!? WHAT IS THIS MAGIC?"

He reached his hands towards Harry only to stumble in horror as the blackness spread across them, his digits disappearing into thin air as the magic ate him alive. Harry could only stare wide eyed as the former Professor collapsed in a screaming heap, eaten alive by what looked like rapid decomposition. The dark creature he now knew as Voldemort seemed to rise out of Quirrell's remains, staring at Harry with pure hatred glowing in his blood red eyes. Before it could do anything Harry felt a humongous magical resonance cover the entire room, making him shift his eyes to the door where one Albus Dumbledore stood, his normally jovial blue eyes radiating pure power while his strange looking wand seemed to practically hum with magic. His wand let out a spell that seemed to be purely made of light, making the dark wraith shriek in pain and fear as it dodged around it, before quickly disappearing into the roof.

As Voldemort disappeared Harry felt the last vestiges of his magic and adrenaline fading, letting the sweet darkness of sleep finally embrace him.

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"Looks like he's waking up."

Harry slowly opened his eyes, cringing at the bright light that apparently tried to shove nails into his eyes.

"Oh sorry about that dear."

The stern looking witch in front of him waved her wand at the drapes, thankfully dimming the light and letting him get a look at his surroundings. It only took him a brief glance at all the white surrounding him before he realized he was in the hospital wing. His attempt to ask the school matron, Madam Poppy Pomfrey, what was going on ended in a dry cough.

"Easy now, you've been out for three days, drink this."

Harry glanced at the light blue potion before gulping it down, feeling relief spread up his sore throat.

"Thank you Madam Pomfrey, what's wrong with me?"

"Oh not much anymore, just a bit of magical exhaustion still. Your arm was a mess when you were brought in but that's already been taken care of."

He exhaled in relief at that.

"How long do I have to stay here?"

This was met with a disapproving gaze, before she answered,

"You'll be staying overnight for observation."

Seeing him about to complain she continued,

"If you have a problem with it I can ask Professor Tonks to discuss it with you."

Harry paled, Mistress Andromeda would not take any disobedience about his own health lightly; making him shake his head.

"No, uh, that's fine, I'll stay."

She smirked before patting his leg and walking away, letting Harry check his surroundings. He was pleased to see a small pile of get well cards and gifts on the table next to him, but before he could reach for them Dumbledore walked in.

"Ah, good morning Harry, Madam Pomfrey told me you had woken up."

"Good morning Headmaster."

"Feeling alright then my boy?"

Frowning slightly at the informal way of speech he simply tried to ignore it,

"Uhh, yes Sir. Umm Headmaster, what exactly happened to Professor Quirrell? Or well, Voldemort?"

He seemed startled that Harry knew it was Voldemort, before composing himself.

"You know it was Voldemort?"

"Yes Sir, he bragged about being immortal."

"Hmm, yes well, can you tell me what happened?"

After listening to his story he pondered for a moment before tugging his beard,

"Where as I cannot tell you for certain what happened, I can give an educated guess if you would like?"

Harry nodded, an educated guess from someone like Dumbledore held more weight than a research paper from most other people, he was not going to turn it down.

"When your mother died on Halloween, I think she did something special for you when she gave her life to protect you. Something involving both a lot of magic and an incredible amount of love for her own flesh and blood. This left a mark on you, a blood protection you might call it. Now for someone so utterly dark, so utterly corrupt like Voldemort, being touched by someone like you, who has been touched by such a pure sacrifice is like…poison."

Harry nodded thoughtfully at this, the warm feeling of carrying something his mother had left for him made him feel a lot better. Not to mention it made a lot of sense, the weird blackness that had consumed Quirrell had started from where he had punched him. Surprisingly he felt absolutely no guilt about being the cause of his death, he wasn't sure if that was a bad thing or not.

"Now Harry, I heard you were being invited to stay at the Bones' during the summer."

Harry frowned at that, it wasn't really a question, more of a statement and he couldn't understand what it had to do with Dumbledore.

"I do not know if you know this, but I am the one who insisted you should stay at the Dursley's."

He seemed to flinch slightly at the venomous glare he received for that, yet didn't seem surprised that Harry knew about his involvement.

"I did this for a reason Harry, the protection your mother left is unique. Incredibly powerful but also very finicky, it was built on love and blood and also requires familiar blood to be kept active. Petunia was Lily's sister as you know."

He watched Harry's face as the boy started putting the information together.

"Using the protection left on you and the familiar blood of Petunia Dursley, formerly known as Petunia Evans, I constructed a unique set of blood wards around Privet Drive, wards so strong they can keep you safe from any form of dark influence or power."

Harry grunted at that, he didn't want to admit it but that was pretty impressive. He had read about some basic wards with Mistress Andromeda and had never heard of wards powerful or comprehensive enough to block everything dark magic related.

"I have to go back there don't I?"

"It hurts me more than I can say that you find returning to your home to be such a negative thing Harry, but yes, in order to keep the protection active you have to return to Privet Drive."

"How long?"

"What?"

"For how long do I have to stay there Sir?"

He seemed slightly surprised before thinking for a moment.

"Three weeks, a month to be completely safe but three weeks should be enough."

"Then I will spend three weeks at Privet Drive and the rest of the summer at Bones Manor."

He frowned slightly at that but nodded, neither of them were completely pleased but it was a good middle ground.

"Sir?"

"Yes Harry?"

"What happened to the stone?"

"Oh, right, I destroyed it two days ago. No need to look so shocked, I spoke with the Flamel's and they agreed it was better this way; they didn't want to be responsible for the possible rise of Voldemort."

Harry couldn't say he liked the fact that such a priceless artefact was destroyed after all the trouble he went through, yet he understood the Flamel's. If Voldemort had risen to power because of an object of their creation they would no doubt feel a tremendous amount of guilt.

He said his good byes with the Headmaster and watched him walk away while contemplating the obstacle course he had gone through. He had to admit it wasn't what he expected at all, at the risk of sounding arrogant he thought it was far too easy. Now Mistress Narcissa often talked about political discussions, and how you would carefully lure an opponent into a verbal trap before springing something they couldn't refute on them, watching them squirm as you trapped them. He hoped that was what Dumbledore had planned with his simple traps followed by the Mirror of Erised at the end, lulling Voldemort into a sense of confidence before stumping him with the mirror. Yet a small niggling part of him couldn't help but entertain the thought that maybe the obstacles could be overcome by first years because they were designed to be overcome by first years.

Chapter 27

The first year at Hogwarts ends Harry sat down between the two smiling Hufflepuff girls on the Hogwarts express, already missing the old castle disappearing in the horizon. Strange how such a short time could make him feel so incredibly attached to the place, even after everything that had happened at the school he felt like it was a part of him now. Looking at Susan telling one of her stories, wildly gesturing with her hands while her fierce red braid bounced around her shoulders he smiled softly, at least he only had to wait three weeks before he could spend his summer at Bones'.

The End-of-Term Feast had been great, Sprout being almost teary eyed at finally receiving the House Cup amid wild cheers from her table. Dumbledore had assigned some last minute points but they did little to change the balance of the points, the early lead Gryffindor had enjoyed had plummeted after McGonagall had punished the boys. Their hopes of recovery had died when Hermione had taken Harry's advice and stopped answering every single question in class, leaving them floundering in last place for much of the year. The Slytherins had no better luck, with Harry displaying the memory of his class with Snape to the teachers, the other Heads had insisted on inspecting all his point deductions for the rest of the year, drastically bringing down the impact of his favouritism. It had ultimately come down to a point race between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, yet Harry's impact on the points had given them the victory. There wasn't a single female teacher in the school that disliked the boy and his prodigious talent had been noted by everyone, quickly racking up points for the house. Hufflepuff was also rather famous for almost never losing any points, making any points they gained stick for the rest of year.

Walking out of the Great Hall had also been a large relief for Harry, as the rumours regarding what happened to Professor Quirrell were wildly circulating the school. Add in the fact that Harry Potter, who never was sick, had spent four nights in the Hospital Wing and then received an additional hundred points for 'Services to the School' by Albus Dumbledore himself, and it was no surprise that more than one pair of eyes were intently studying the young boy.

He had barely made it five feet out of the hall before Mistress Andromeda showed up and pulled him into a classroom, locking the door behind her. It had worried Harry slightly; she had not been in the best mood after hearing about, what she called, his suicidal brain-dead attempt at challenging a fully trained wizard in wizarding combat. His feeble 'but I won' had done nothing to ease her ire, yet Harry didn't mind her rant as he could easily see the worry and relief in her eyes when she had realized he was awake and unharmed.

"Hello Harry, congratulations on the House Cup."

"Hello and thank you Mistress."

"As you now have several magical friends you no doubt wish to keep in contact with during the summer, I thought it would be prudent to give you your birthday present a few months early."

Turning around she pulled up a large cage, removing the dark red blanket that was covering it. Harry stared in awe at the bright white snowy owl staring back at him with large amber eyes

"Wow."

"Indeed, the shop keeper said she was a fierce headstrong animal, with everything that's been going on I reckon you could use a strong companion by your side."

Harry carefully opened the cage, offering his hand. The owl seemed to stare at it for a while before nimbly jumping on his arm, the strong claws getting a firm grip.

"She's gorgeous, what's her name?"

"It's your owl now, that's up to you."

Looking at the way the owl seemed to get a smug satisfaction from his compliment it only took him a few seconds before deciding,

"Hedwig."

"Hmm, from Ancient Germanic?"

"Yeah, seems fitting."

The name Hedwig originates from the Germanic name Hadewig, derived from the Germanic elements hadu 'battle' and wig 'war', a name he thought fitting now that he knew that Voldemort was still alive. The owl seemed to agree, softly nipping at his hand in agreement.

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The door to their compartment being pulled open snapped him out of his thoughts, a flustered looking Tonks looking at the four, or now with the addition of the owl, five of them.

"Hey Tonks, what's up?"

"Wotcher Harry, can we talk for a bit?"

"Yeah sure, I'll see you in a bit ladies."

Harry smirked at the snort Hannah let out; she always found his polite gestures amusing, never being one for much pomp herself. Following Tonks he watched as she scouted out an empty compartment before ushering him in, locking and silencing the door behind him. After a bit of awkward silence Harry decided to; get the conversation going,

"So, what's up?"

"Well, umm, you know we're probably not going to see much of each other for several years? Like my Auror training will start in a week and will be a hectic few years and you got school and so forth." Harry nodded solemnly, he had considered it and couldn't help feeling a bit bummed out; he had enjoyed his time growing closer to Tonks a lot.

"Anyway, I don't know exactly what we are, if we are anything that is. I just wanted to say that, you know, I'm going to miss you and hope we can still talk when I'm done with Auror training."

Harry smiled at that,

"Yeah, I'm going to miss you too and I definitively want to see more of you in a few years."

He wiggled his eyebrows and gave her a once over as he said the words, making her giggle slightly at the innuendo. Neither of them had gone beyond oral sex, Harry because he was more than satisfied with her throat and Tonks because it just felt strange giving her virginity to a first year. In fact the whole situation felt strange, he was so young compared to her, but somehow taking that last step seemed a bit too much right now.

She engulfed him in a soft hug, whispering a soft "we'll just have to see about that later" into his ear, chuckling softly at the way she could feel him instantly harden at her touch. She couldn't help feeling flattered at the way he reacted to her; it was intoxicating to be so desired.

Clearing his mind and keeping her at arm length he gazed into her dark eyes,

"Tonks there's something else I need to tell you."

Seeing he had her attention he spoke with an even tone,

"There's a very high possibility I will become Lord Black when I claim my place as the Head of house Potter. If and when that happens I will be taking you and Andromeda back into the Black family, giving you the name you originally deserved."

Interrupting her before she could voice her protests he continued,

"There's no point arguing, I would have done this for you even before I got to know you, simply because I want to repay Andromeda for everything she has done for me. After getting to know you however, there is absolutely no way you can convince me you don't deserve a name that belongs to you."

Instead of arguments, he was greeted by a deep gentle kiss, before she hugged him to her chest with a softly whispered "thank you". Tonks was no idiot, she knew what this could mean for her, her dream of advancing as an Auror was constantly being hindered by not only her half-blood heritage but also her name, which practically shouted to the world that she came from a muggle background. A name like Black, on the other hand, opened every single door that would have otherwise been barred and not even the biggest pureblood elitist would dare to sniff at someone of Black blood, let alone the fact that she would be under the personal protection of The-Boy-Who-Lived. Still one thing did worry her and she voiced it.

"I wonder how dad is going to take that."

"Huh?"

Harry hadn't even considered Ted Tonks, considering neither woman really talked about him.

"Well he's been pretty upset with mom taking that teaching job at Hogwarts, it's kind of silly, it's like he wants her to distance herself from the wizarding world."

"Huh, bet your mom took that well."

She chuckled softly at that,

"Yeah, they haven't really been getting along that well for years now. Dad really likes his numbers and seems to get angry at mom whenever she has anything to do with the magical world. I think he's pretty bitter about how he was treated as a muggleborn. Mom on the other hand seems tired of being ignored in favour of his work. I'm not even certain how they ended up together, I wouldn't say it out loud to them, but I think they married when they were too young, they have almost nothing in common anymore."

"Well, if he cares for you, he should be happy about you reclaiming your birth right as a Black, he as a muggleborn should know how much a name like that can help you in the wizarding world."

"Yeah…he hasn't been very happy about me wanting to become an Auror either."

"Then he's a fucking idiot, you're a brilliant witch and should take pride in the fact that you can kick so much ass."

She seemed slightly flustered at his words before she broke out in a deep loud belly laughter that sounded cleansing to Harry. Guess she needed to hear that.

Their moment was interrupted by the train horn, signalling that they were approaching London. Harry smiled softly at the young woman, realizing he was going to miss her a lot.

"You're going to kick ass as an Auror Tonks, never doubt that."

"Yeah, yeah, you better stay safe Harry, don't doubt for a second I'll leave you alone once I'm graduated."

"I'll keep you to that promise, be seeing you Tonks."

"You too Harry."

Walking back to his compartment he put his Occlumency to use to smoothen out his melancholy face, it wasn't a final good bye after all, no point getting so hung up over it. The girls turned to him as he entered, taking one look at his face before exchanging a significant glance. Harry frowned at that; how on earth could women read anything from his face when he used his Occlumency, he simply didn't understand it, it had to be some sort of magical gift.

"Come on Harry, hurry up, I want you to meet my mum!"

Harry groaned at Hannah, about to argue before Hermione piped up,

"Yeah, you have got to meet my parents as well; they really want to meet you."

Groaning even louder he looked at the two of them in desperation before turning to Susan in hopes of salvation. Her answering grin sunk his hopes and she only giggled when he went down on his knees, clasping his hands in a praying gesture.

"Man up Harry, I promise that Aunt Amelia and I won't laugh too loudly as we watch you get shown around like a circus animal."

His gasp of disbelief made the other two girls laugh as well, before they pushed him towards his things. Sighing he grabbed his things before remembering his clothing; he was still in his school robes. He pulled out his expensive acromantula robes that carried the impressive Potter crest, Mistress Andromeda's words of 'never hiding what can't be hidden' echoing in his head. Everyone knew who he was; attempting to hide it would only lead to suspicion. 'Take pride in what you are' indeed.

The dark red robes glinted in the sunlight as he followed the girls out of the train, his arrival instantly causing hushed whispers to spread among the parents and relatives waiting for their charges. His relaxed commanding posture was becoming almost natural to him, something he no longer paid much attention to after having it drilled into him so many times. He watched as people analysed his every move, some people nodding at him, which he calmly returned, trying to ignore the whispers he heard.

"Troll…spread all over the bathroom he said…Professor Quirrell missing... one hundred points for services to the school…talented... first in his year…Black...Bones...Malfoy…"

He snorted softly at that, at least he knew what Mistress Andromeda had meant about word getting around about him. He could only imagine what it would have looked like if he had skulked out of the train like a thief, no doubt making him look guilty of whatever imagined crime people might think of.

"Aunt Amelia!"

Harry dodged Susan's red braid as she shot off towards her Aunt, hugging the stern looking woman happily. He enjoyed the way more than one obvious pureblood cast nervous glances towards the woman, her reputation was widespread indeed.

"Harry!"

Turning around he saw Hannah walking towards him, followed by a tall blonde woman in an elegant blue robe that was obviously her mother. Hannah didn't speak much about her family besides her mother, but Harry knew she was a half-blood, her muggleborn father having been killed in the first Wizarding war. It was obvious where Hannah had gotten her looks from, the long flowing blonde locks on the Matriarch of the Abbott family were almost identical to her blonde pigtails, yet her beauty had obviously matured with age, leaving a crisp defined woman. Harry couldn't resist giving her a once over, realizing that if that was what Hannah was going to look like then she was very lucky indeed, she had the elegance and body of a Black sister, yet her mannerisms and soft smile was the complete opposite of their public image.

Remembering his manners he gently grasped the offered hand, kissing her on her knuckles while performing a textbook bow.

"A pleasure to finally meet you Mrs Abbott, Hannah has spoken highly of you."

The familiar looking brown eyes seemed to study him intently while a soft smile played on her lips.

"A pleasure to meet you as well Mr Potter, but please, call me Judith. After all, I have heard so much about you from my daughter's letters."

Harry looked at her in surprise before glancing at a furiously blushing Hannah.

"Mom!"

Her answering laughter only made Hannah redder, even making Harry chuckle softly.

"Uhm, sure, Judith, if you call me Harry."

"There he is, Harry!"

Harry turned towards Hermione's voice, seeing what he assumed was her parents, being lead towards them by Hermione. They looked terrible out of place on the platform, no doubt pulled through the barrier by their daughter. Harry estimated them to be fairly wealthy based on their clothing and moved in to shake hands with the father.

"Harry Potter, pleasure to meet you."

The grip was surprisingly firm for what looked like a fairly small man, wiry and wearing a pair of simple glasses.

"Daniel Granger, nice to meet you."

His attempts at properly greeting her mother were interrupted when she pulled him into a deep hug, crushing him against her bust.

"No need for that Harry, after everything I've heard about you I feel like I already know me. Call me Emma."

He turned slightly red, the woman looked like an older more shapely Hermione, with perfect teeth and sleek hair framing her toned figure, definitively an attractive woman. He agreed quickly, making Emma chuckle softly at his flustered face. They had been on the verge of removing their girl from that school until the tone in her letters had suddenly made a complete U-turn, filled with stories about the new friend she had made. Whereas Hermione didn't come straight out and admit it, her letters hinted at the fact that she was being bullied and having Harry as a friend had put a sudden abrupt stop to that. That fact had been enough for the boy to gain Dan's approval, although Emma didn't mention that his approval had raised considerably more after they found out his other two close friends were girls as well. Studying the admiring gaze her daughter was giving the boy she sighed, her assumption that there was more going on than simple friendship from her daughters side had been correct. Looking at the two other girls circling the boy, not to mention the looks he was getting from everyone else she knew her daughter wasn't going to have an easy time here.

Harry trudged towards the barrier after having promised Hannah and Hermione that he'd keep in contact for the twentieth time, slipping through the magical obstacle with a confident gait. He spotted his Uncle standing near the Dursley car, hiding his frown of distaste at the man as he walked towards him. His eyes widened slightly as he spotted Harry, standing up straight and gesturing towards the trunk.

"So, you're back then boy."

Harry nodded, answering with a short "Yes, Uncle Vernon", perplexed at his Uncle's neutral tone. If he didn't know better he could've sworn he actually didn't seem displeased at all to see him, which was strange considering the usual venomous tone he received.

"Yes, well, that's... not bad, Petunia has been needing some help around the house."

Harry nodded, even more confused, staring at the weird movement Vernon's lips were doing. Was that what he thought it was? No, but it was, his Uncle was actually trying to politely smile at him. The grimace looked more like he was constipated, but he got the message, even if it made for a highly uncomfortable car ride.

Harry almost sighed in relief as they arrived at Privet Drive, Uncle Vernon attempting to be civil with him was freaking him out big time, what the hell had happened here? He spotted Dudley walking out of the house as he arrived and was even further confused as Dudley stared at him for a while before giving him a small wave. Almost in shock he returned the wave, wondering if perhaps he had hit his head walking through the barrier.

"Hello, err, Harry, you're back then."

"Eh, yeah Dudley, I'm back."

"That's umm, that's good. Like really good, mum has been pretty uh, angry since you left."

"Ah."

"It's weird, like, even if we do the work she wants around the house she seems, like, really pissed."

"Uh, right."

The last part was almost whispered but it finally made sense to Harry, apparently Aunt Petunia hadn't taken to him leaving all too well. He could only assume that after being used to getting relief on demand for over five years, suddenly losing it had not been very pleasant. Looking at the way the other two Dursley's were suddenly grateful that he was at the house he could only assume it had started soon after he left and had apparently not been pleasant at all. Harry stared in awe as Vernon helped him carry his things to his room, pinching his arm to make sure he wasn't hallucinating.

"Pet, we're back."

Aunt Petunia walked out of the kitchen and seemed to almost sigh in relief as she spotted Harry. When she hugged him in welcome, Harry was convinced he was indeed under the influence of some strong drugs.

"Welcome back Harry."

"Uhh, thank you Aunt Petunia."

Petunia smiled as she studied the boy, he had indeed grown quite a bit during his time at school and she could feel her groin heat up at the sight of him. God but she was needy, having to suffer through the whole year without any relief had been hell her hands had paled in comparison to his well-trained mouth.

She noticed Dudley had gone to hang out with Piers as usual and watched in glee as her husband gave a flimsy excuse about forgetting some papers at work, no doubt going to take advantage of his hussy secretary. Whereas this had filled her with anger during the winter it made her extremely happy right now, as an empty house was exactly what she wanted. Grabbing his hand she pulled him upstairs into his room, instantly pushing him down on the bed. She reached under her dress and quickly removed her soaked panties before climbing on top of him. She crawled over his body, placing her knees on both sides of his head before lowering her dripping pussy into his mouth, her dress hiked up over her hips. She moaned deeply as she felt his hot tongue trace her hairless mound, lapping at her musky folds.

"Ohhh, how I have missed this, my lovely little freak."

Her soft grinding quickly sped up as she felt his tongue dip between her lips, touching places in ways her fingers could never accomplish. Petunia groaned in pleasure as she rode his face, grinding her hips against his face, selfishly taking her much needed pleasure. Suffering without this pleasure had been torture and finally feeling his lips dancing over her pussy was driving her wild. His chin was soaked as his tongue dragged over her wet pussy while his lips tried to suck and kiss the pulsating flesh being pushed into his face. Petunia could feel the sensations mounting and pushed her engorged clit towards his lips, moaning softly as he sucked it into his mouth, his tongue dancing over the bundle of nerves. She panted loudly, entwining her fingers into his thick hair, trying desperately to keep upright as her long legs twitched. With a loud gasp she came, her entire body quivering as she rode on his face, her taste and smell flooding his mouth as he tried to desperately lap up her wetness.

She moaned as she felt him dutifully clean her folds, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body as his hot tongue explored her spasming hole.

"Mmm I didn't think it was possible but you have become even more talented."

Harry looked up as Petunia started slowly rocking her hips again, realizing that his Aunt didn't have any plans of climbing off his face any time soon and mentally sighed, this was going to be a long three weeks.

Chapter 28

Harry double-checked his things, making sure he had everything he needed before walking downstairs with his worldly possessions. Today was the day he would leave the Dursley's for the summer, his three weeks having finally been fulfilled. He was more than pleased about this fact, Aunt Petunia had been incredibly needy, not to mention his inability to practice his magic was driving him mad. After having spent the last ten months constantly casting spells every single day, he could practically feel the magic coursing in his veins, begging to be released. He had never felt anything like this before Hogwarts.

"And exactly where do you think you are going?"

Looking up Harry saw Aunt Petunia, glaring at both him and his trunk. Oh right, he never told her he was only going to be around for three weeks. Shit.

"Leaving, the wards here only required my presence for three weeks."

"What? You will do no such thing; I have not given you permission for this. Take your trunk back up to your room!"

"No."

She froze in disbelief, staring at him; did he just willingly disobey her? Harry felt his eyes widen, he hadn't disobeyed an order from his Aunt in several years, yet suddenly it felt so natural. Steeling his resolve he narrowed his eyes, he had far too many important things to deal with this summer to let himself be kept at the Dursley's, not to mention that he far preferred the company of Susan and Amelia.

She seemed to snap out of her shock, glaring at him as she swiftly closed the distance between them. She received her second shock of the day as the hand she had intended to twist his ear with was grabbed before it got close to his head. Harry stared at his hand as he easily restrained his Aunt, slowly realizing that her advantage of being stronger had completely disappeared. He watched her struggle, even using both hands as his hand easily kept her steady, the sweet flow of magic amplifying his strength without a second thought. He realized he didn't even need to look up to her anymore, having grown so much taller over the last few years. Suddenly the woman that had seemed so imposing, so commanding and terrifying was just…a muggle.

"No, Aunt Petunia."

He locked eyes with her and saw her anger give way to disbelief before slowly pathing the way to grudging acceptance. They both knew he was stronger, even invoking Vernon's name would do nothing. Harry stared at her, watching her eyes accept the truth and felt a deep satisfaction blossom in his chest. He felt... free. Powerful. In control. Leaving was his decision, his decision alone. His magic seemed to thrum in satisfaction as he let go of her hand, knowing the power in the household had completely shifted in the span of minutes. He let a genuine smile spread on his lips as he grabbed his trunk and Hedwig's cage before marching out of the house.

"See you next year Aunt Petunia. Maybe."

Walking out of the ward coverage that was spread over Privet Drive, he grabbed the timed portkey Amelia had provided, waiting patiently for the device to activate. It activated exactly on time, sending the world spinning in a kaleidoscope of colour as the magic grabbed him and deposited him on the Bones Manor front lawn. He flexed his knees by habit and grinned as a redhead instantly slammed into him, grabbing him into a tight hug. The sense of freedom felt intoxicating and he hugged her back while spinning her around with a loud whoop.

"Hello Susan!"

"Hello Harry, I guess don't need to ask if you're happy to be here."

She smoothed out her skirt as she tried to hide her flushing face, hugging him had felt like hugging a battery made out of magic, sending pleasurable sparks trailing across her skin.

"It feels great, my summer can finally begin."

She narrowed her brown eyes at that sentence, not liking the sound of it, but Harry just waved it away, grabbing his things and heading towards the manor.

"Come on, I want to do some magic, having to act like a muggle for almost a month has sucked."

Harry was slightly startled as the words left his mouth, yet the more he thought about it the more he felt it fit. He was better than the Dursley's. Superior. He didn't think it necessary meant he would look down on all muggles but he felt apart from them, as if they were a different race altogether. The confrontation between him and Aunt Petunia had proven it; he was something more than they were. It filled him with a sense of purpose as he marched towards the guest room Susan pointed out; he could never be someone average; he was going to be the Lord of his house.

After stowing away his things he followed Susan to the main dining room; spotting Amelia grousing over the Daily Prophet.

"Auntie, Harry's here."

Amelia looked up, spotting the jittery teen standing next to Susan. She could practically feel the magic emanating from him.

"Hello Madam Bones."

"Harry, I have repeatedly told you to call me Amelia."

"Sorry, err, Amelia."

She took in the grin, watching the boy practically bouncing on his feet. She could've sworn it looked like he was suffering from an overload of magic, something that shouldn't be possible in someone who hasn't spent years around magic. Like the rest of the human body, the magic adapts to its environment. That is the reason why spell researchers who spend years casting spells and then suddenly retire sometimes suffer from magical overload, a state of increased magic flowing through the body. Glancing at Susan she saw her blushing brightly while glancing at Harry, no doubt being caught by the stray magic he was emanating. Merlin, but the boy was only about to start his second year and was in this state, it was unheard of. Deciding to do something about it she pulled out her wand.

"Well Harry, let's see if they've taught you anything at that school. That is unless you're afraid of little old me?"

The wide answering grin as he whipped out his own wand was all she needed to know.

"Let's go outside, this is a bad place to let off some steam."

She saw him glance at her in surprise and only smirked in return, she had apparently read all the signs correctly, the boy was practically itching to do some magic.

Harry waited for her signal before instantly snapping off a banishing charm, feeling the magic course through his body. He weaved through his small assortment of spells with pleasure, the familiar feeling of casting soothing his mind. Amelia seemed content to just parry and dodge his spells while he kept up the offense. He was almost certain she knew about his urge to do magic and had used this impromptu duel to let him get it out of his system. While it felt good to finally do some magic, he was quickly growing annoyed at how easily Amelia was countering his attacks. The memory of his encounter with Voldemort was still fresh on his mind and it filled him with frustration at how easily he had been defeated by the man, even while he possessed someone else.

He knew he should be dead, only the protection left by his dead mother had saved him. Again. He felt anger rise at the thought, he was still just as helpless as a new-born and only his mother's protection was keeping him alive. He focused his Occlumency into his casting, channelling his anger into his spells, feeling his magic rise in agreement.

Amelia raised her eyebrows slightly as she felt his spells increase in power, a look of total concentration on the teenagers face. She had to admit she was impressed, his speed and power was far beyond what it should be for a student just about to start his second year. Feeling that she had given him enough time to exercise his magic she started up on her offense, throwing stinging hexes in between her parries, studying his movement as he gracefully dodged her simple spells while keeping up his attack. It was clear he was receiving tutoring, as his development since the winter was impressive. Deciding to end it she threw a quick spell-chain at him, chaining offensive spell one after another as he tried to desperately avoid them. A stunning spell clipped his arm, numbing it just before a Expelliarmus threw his wand into her hands.

Harry stared in both anger and awe at her as she handed his wand back, the casting she had done at the end was just like what Voldemort had done, bombarding him with spells faster than he thought possible.

"How did you do that?"

"It's called spell chaining, it's the art of merging the wand movements of one spell into the next. For example, the severing charm, Diffindo, requires you to sweep your wand at the end of the cast, while the Stupefy spell starts with a quick sweep of the wand. This allows you to end one spell and start the next one with the same movement, speeding up your casting significantly."

"Wow. Can you teach that to me?"

She studied him for a moment before replying,

"Unlikely."

Seeing him about to argue she continued,

"At least not yet. Spell chaining requires not only mastery over silent casting but also intense mental focus, as you have to focus on multiple spells while keeping your wand movements accurate. You have the potential to achieve both of the requirements, thanks to your early forays into the art of Occlumency, but teaching the art to you before that would be like teaching Quidditch manoeuvres to a muggleborn that has never touched a broom before."

Harry pressed his lips together but nodded, her arguments made sense, that didn't help his frustration though. He was starting to comprehend how much he still had to learn. He also realized the difference between duelling someone like Tonks and duelling someone like Amelia, the skill gap between the witches was monumental. He didn't even want to consider how far ahead someone like Voldemort or Dumbledore was, having spent decades refining their talent.

Remembering Mistress Narcissa's words about whining never having solved anything, he tucked his wand back in and followed the Bones women into the dining hall for dinner. He might still be far from the dream he saw in the mirror of Erised, but that didn't change the fact that he intended to do whatever was necessary to achieve it.

XXX

Harry groggily woke up the next day, yawning as he stretched in the luxurious guestroom bed, before grabbing a shower and heading downstairs. Amelia had already left for work and Susan had yet to wake up, so he didn't bother disturbing her, knowing her morning temper. Grabbing some toast he made a quick sandwich before walking over to the floo. Today was the day he had agreed to meet Mistress Andromeda to have his scar examined, something he had already cleared with Amelia. With a pinch of floo powder and a murmured "Leaky Cauldron", he found himself flung into the dingy pub, struggling to keep his balance.

Righting himself he scanned the bar, quickly spotting Mistress Andromeda sipping a cup of coffee at a table near the door. She was almost impossible to miss when she bothered to dress in her robes, the dark blue robe clung to her figure and her facial features practically screamed noble to anyone that happened to glance her way. She was indeed receiving plenty of appreciative looks but no one seemed inclined to bother her, the pureblood vibe she was putting off was quite intimidating. Knowing there were eyes and ears on them Harry greeted her with a simple "Mrs Tonks", watching amusement dance in her dark eyes.

"Hello Harry, have you eaten breakfast?"

"Yes, I grabbed a sandwich before I floo'd over."

"Hmpf, that hardly constitutes a proper breakfast. Nevertheless let's get going then."

Harry covertly rolled his eyes at her, Mistress Andromeda still treated him like when she had first seen him in the muggle school, as someone who was too skinny for his age. He had eaten properly for years, his magic fixing any issues of malnutrition he had had at a young age. He couldn't even get annoyed at her because it felt good to have someone looking out for him. Following her out while trying to keep his eyes away from the way the thin summer robes clung to her hips he continued the conversation,

"So where is it we're going?"

"St. Mungo's, it's a wizarding hospital. I have a friend there, who knows to be discrete, he also happens to be an expert at curse wounds."

Reaching the apparition point she grabbed his arm before disapparating with a soft pop, bringing them both to the lobby of St. Mungo's. Mistress Andromeda led him past the waiting receptionist into the elevator, pressing the button for the fourth floor, labeled 'Spell Damage'. The doors opened with a soft ping and Harry once again followed Andromeda as she navigated through the hospital with practiced ease. She pointed at a locked set of doors that had a receptionist waiting outside as they walked past,

"That's the Janus Thickey Ward, a long-term residence ward for spell damage the Healers could never fully fix."

"Oh."

"Oh indeed, I pointed it out because the parents of a boy in your year, Neville Longbottom, have been residing there for over a decade. Overexposure to the Cruciatus."

He looked up startled at that, realizing how many people in his year had suffered from the war. Himself, Susan, Hannah and now apparently Neville. He vaguely remembered the Longbottom boy, mostly because he was sorted into Gryffindor and behaved even less Gryffindor than Hermione.

"Here we are."

Andromeda knocked on a door labelled Healer Augustus Starchwood, getting a steady "come in" in response. The old man that looked like Dumbledore without a beard stood up as they entered the room, kissing the knuckles of Andromeda before shaking Harry's hand.

"Hello there Mr Potter, I am Healer Starchwood but just call me Augustus."

"Umm, a pleasure."

The man simply chuckled at his obvious hesitation before gesturing to a chair opposite his.

"Sit down please; let's get this under way, Andy was rather adamant about getting your scar examined."

He didn't mention that he was almost giddy to examine the curse scar; Healers across Britain had been dying to examine the scar after they heard about his unexpected survival. He knew Andy was aware of this fact so when she requested a discrete examination he was more than happy to provide.

Harry watched warily as the man cast multiple diagnostic spells at his forehead while softly muttering under his breath. He caught the occasional Latin word he recognized but couldn't make out enough to get a grasp on his casting. Glancing to the side he saw Mistress Andromeda staring intently at the spectacle, he knew that she was not pleased with the way the scar had been acting up in the presence of Quirrell. Especially not after they had figured out Quirrell was possessed by the person who gave him the scar. He saw Healer Starchwood frown at what his spells were telling him, before he wrinkled his bushy eyebrows and cast a new spell.

"Aghhhhh!"

Harry gasped out as pure pain shocked through his head, feeling like a bar of molten metal had been shoved into his scar. Holding his hand to his forehead he was shocked to feel blood flowing through his fingers as the pain slowly abated. Opening his eyes he stared in awe as Mistress Andromeda stood next to him, her wand pointed at the Healers eye as black sparks of lightning travelled up and down the wand. Looking into her face he saw pure murder, the dark eyes narrowed in hate as her robe softly billowed around her shapely figure. Healer Starchwood held up his hands in alarm, attempting to placate the irate woman,

"Peace, peace! I did not expect that reaction!"

"What did you do?" The words were a cold hiss and made Harry realize that regardless of her name right now, Andromeda had been originally raised as a Black. He also felt relieved that he had never managed to make her this pissed at him.

"It was just a basic flesh cleansing spell, intended to remove any remaining spell residue. The reaction however was…strange. I think the scar is...well, either warded or somehow linked to him. Either straight to his magical core or to his soul. It shouldn't have reacted like that!"

They both frowned at that; spell residue from Voldemort was not something either of them wanted linked to Harry. It was Harry who responded, glancing at Mistress Andromeda in the hopes that she wouldn't kill the man for doing his job.

"What would you recommend?"

"Recommend? I have never seen anything like it. But in all honesty I think a curse-breaker might know better what we're dealing with. I'd recommend visiting Gringotts, they tend to poach the best curse-breakers for their expeditions."

Andromeda thought it over for a few seconds before holstering her wand.

"Thank you Augustus, we'll be off then."

She ushered Harry out of the room and completely out of the hospital. Making sure his scar had stopped bleeding she grabbed him and apparated them directly to Diagon Alley, marching straight towards Gringotts. The more she learned about this scar the more adamant she was to get it out of him as soon as possible. Walking to the nearest teller it only took them a minute to get a private room and the promise of a curse-breaker being sent up. While goblins were devious and unhelpful creatures, they were above everything greedy, which combined with the fact that curse-breakers got paid by the hour meant they were more than happy to provide the service. Only five minutes later did the door open to let in a grizzled looking man who looked he was in his early fifties, hints of grey in his cropped hair. Not bothering with any niceties he got right to the point,

"Curse-breaker Edgar Weatherby, but call me Edgar. You the folks that requested immediate service?"

"I am Andromeda Tonks and this is Harry Potter, I assume anything we discuss and do here is covered by the secrecy laws pertaining Gringotts customers?"

He grunted in reply, eyeing them both.

"Good, then the problem is this."

She lifted his fringe, showing the inflamed scar.

"A Healer at St. Mungo's recommended a curse-breaker."

Edgar's eyebrows lifted in surprise at that, for a scar to be sent forward to him it had to be something special. Then again he thought, eyeing the scar; it didn't exactly occur under normal circumstances.

"Right." He grunted before opening the door to let a goblin in, all transactions between Gringotts and wizards had to be supervised by a goblin. While Weatherby was a wizard he was also under the direct employ of Gringotts, making the goblin presence a necessity.

"Sit down."

Harry did as ordered and watched as the gruff man started throwing spells at his scar, sending shivers up and down his back as he felt it react to the various magic's. Weatherby seemed to systematically advance through different detection spells, his wand movements increasing in complexity the longer it took. Harry watched the man's face scrunch up with every spell he cast before finally getting a reaction from a spell he cast. He seemed to stare at the result before repeating the spell, as in disbelief at what he was seeing. Swearing loudly he turned to the goblin, muttering one word.

"Horcrux."

Harry glanced at Mistress Andromeda but she didn't seem to recognize the word, only staring patiently at the cursebreaker. The aged wizard walked over to the goblin and whispered furiously, both of them stealing glances at Harry as they spoke. When it seemed they had reached an agreement the man turned to them and elaborated.

"A Horcrux is a piece of the soul stored in a container in order to anchor the rest of the soul to this plane of existence. Dark wizards usually use non-organic containers for their longevity and durability, but there's no misunderstanding the piece that's resting in that scar. It's a filthy piece of magic that's created through the sacrifice of life in the hopes of achieving immortality. Surprised it hasn't taken you over to be honest."

He eyed them both suspiciously when he said that but seemed to scoff when neither reacted. Harry was frozen solid at the information but he also knew why the piece had never been able to take him over, his mother's protection had burned Voldemort on contact, he had little doubt it was also the reason for the scar staying dormant. Andromeda swallowed a mouthful of bile at the thought of a piece of his soul sitting in Harry's head before she narrowed her eyes at the man.

"How do we remove it?"

"It can't be removed but.." he glanced at the goblin, getting a nod and continued, "it can be moved."

"Moved?"

"Aye, moved, but it can't be done with wizarding magic, the soul fragment would no doubt react to that, any magic cast at it would probably strengthen it. It's piece of a wizards soul after all, it thrives on wizard magic."

Andromeda nodded slowly at that, she had little reason to distrust the man after what they had witnessed at St. Mungo's. Piecing together his words and the meaning of his game, she turned her eyes to the goblin.

"And what does Gringotts want in return for moving the Horcrux?"

His green face split into a hideous grin, showing pointy teeth. His guttural voice uttered only one word,

"Votes."

"Votes?" She saw him glance at Harry and understood, the boy was about to claim two seats in the Wizengamot in just a few years; he would wield considerable political power.

"I hope you are not mad enough to think people would let you get away with claiming the votes permanently?"

His grin faded slightly and he coughed in agreement, wizards would never let goblins steal votes, the purebloods would go to war before letting that happen.

"We want him to vote according to our wishes five times."

"One time. You know as well as I do that he will wield more than just the Potter vote."

"Four times, we are providing a service that will no doubt save his life."

Andromeda chuckled lightly, projecting such an arrogant pureblood persona that Harry almost confused her with Narcissa. They both also realized that the goblin had made no effort to counter her argument about him having more votes, confirming their suspicions about the Black will.

"Please, for all we know the dwarves and elves are just as capable at removing the scar. Who knows, your American counterparts might even do it cheaper. Two times."

The goblin growled at the mention of dwarves, they hated each other.

"Three times, we will go no lower. It will also be kept a secret from the rest of world. Who knows what rumours might spread about the Boy-Who-Lived if word got out that he was carrying a piece of the Dark Lord in his head."

Andromeda studied the goblin with cold dark eyes before turning to Harry, her eyes conveying the fact that she doubted they would get a better deal. Hiding his discomfort behind his Occlumency Harry nodded in return.

"Agreed. When will it happen?"

"Now. First he will sign a contract."

Andromeda nodded again, expecting as much. Goblins had no trust for wizards and were not going to take their word for it, only a binding magical contract would satisfy them. Harry stared in distaste as the goblin quickly scurried off to prepare things, he didn't like signing away power, even if it was temporary. But even he had to admit that getting rid of the soul shard was paramount, just knowing about it made his whole head feel itchy, like he had a sudden urge to scrub his face clean. Ignorance is bliss might have a ring of truth behind it but he much rather adhered to the other saying of knowledge being power.

Only ten minutes later they were ushered into one ritual rooms located deeper in Gringotts, usually used pureblood blood rituals like blood adoption or verifying claims of heritage. The same Goblin thrust a contract at him which he carefully read before handing over to Mistress Andromeda to study. He didn't consider himself stupid but knew very well that Andromeda knew far more about magical contracts than he did, there could be any number of loopholes that had been hidden from him. She studied it far longer than he did before handing it back with a nod. The goblin grinned a toothy smile and handed over a blood quill, an object he was familiar with thanks to Mistress Narcissa's Wizengamot tutoring. He grudgingly signed the parchment, watching as it glowed blue and split into two identical copies, signifying the magical oath between him and Gringotts. Andromeda took one copy while the goblins took the other.

Harry tried not to look at how pleased the goblins seemed as they walked out, bowing to an old female goblin that walked in as they left. The old goblin was covered in necklaces and bracelets, all of them seemingly made out of bone and behind her she dragged a squealing pig. She dragged the pig into the middle of the ritual circle before hamstringing it with practiced cuts of her dagger, making it squeal even louder. She pointed a long gnarly finger at Harry before gesturing to the middle of the circle where the pig was,

"You middle. No magical objects."

The voice was raspy, seemingly unused to forming English words instead of the guttural language goblins used. Harry hesitantly nodded, trying to ignore the high pitched squeals of the pig as he handed over his wand to Mistress Andromeda. She smiled encouragingly at him, quickly squeezing his shoulder as he walked into the circle.

"Sit."

Doing as he was told he kneeled next to the pig, watching as she carved an unfamiliar rune into the abdomen of the pig, slicing through the flesh with ease. She dipped a long nail into the wound and used the blood to trace another set of runes on his forehead. He watched with trepidation as her dagger sliced open his scar, letting a trickle of his blood mix with the runes she had drawn. She studied his forehead before grunting in satisfaction and putting the bloodied dagger down next to her. She picked up the gnarly wooden staff she carried with her and started chanting in a deep guttural language. He recognized it as Gobbledegook but could have sworn he heard Latin words mixed in, feeling the magic in the air respond to chants.

A feeling of pressure started to build in the air, heavy and oppressive as he felt blood markings on his forehead heat up. Her chanting got louder and more primal as he felt the very magic in the air press down on his runes, making his entire head feel like a boil that was about to burst. When the pain was becoming unbearable he felt her grab the back of his head before forcing his bleeding scar into the bleeding rune she had carved into the pig. With a last shouted guttural verse from her, he felt the pressure in his head burst, making him gasp in pain as a vileness flowed out of his scar and into the coarse bleeding flesh of the pig.

The goblin pulled his head away and dragged him out of the circle to where Andromeda was fretting. She gave his forehead one more glance before walking back into the circle and studying the pig. The rune she had carved had healed in an ugly way, scarring the entire side of the animal and seeming to darken the flesh around it. With practiced hands she picked up the dagger and slit its throat, making it bleed out on the ritual floor. Harry stared through hazy eyes as the same spectre he had seen rise from Quirrell's body raised its head from the pig, wailing and screaming in agony as it slowly disappeared. He let the encroaching darkness claim him with a sigh of relief.

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