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.

8. Know Your Place 29-35

Contribution

Title: Know Your Place

Author: Oraldeviant

Categories: Harry Potter

Characters: Harry Potter, Hannah Abott, Hermione Granger, Amelia Bones, Susan Bones, Gilderoy Lockhart, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy, Dobby, OFC, OMC, Andromeda Tonks, Daphne Greengrass, Tracy Davis, Severus Snape, Madame Hooch, Madam Pomfrey, Draco Malfoy

Contains: Multiple Partners, Hufflepuff!Harry, MILF, Femdom, Underage, Oral, Pussy Licking, Shaven Pussy, Public Orgasm, Shaved Balls, Magical Sex Toys, Anal, Biting, Drinking Female Cum, Parceltongue

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

Chapter 29

"Rise and shine lazy pants, it's your birthday!"

Harry groaned into his pillow, trying to swat away the annoying blonde gnat that was poking him in the ribs. Turning his back at her turned out to be a tactical mistake as she quickly snagged his sheet when his back was turned. Groaning he sat up, blearily staring at the pest that was Hannah in the mornings. If Susan hated early mornings then Hannah was the complete opposite, bouncing around hyper from the second she woke up. Looking up he was surprised to see her flush completely red while staring at him, slowly dropping the sheet she stole. Looking down Harry realized what had caused it; the hot summer has driven him to sleeping in his boxers. Unable to stop the smirk forming on his face he raised an eyebrow while looking at her red face.

"Do you mind?"

She eeped in response, her blue eyes snapping up to his before she practically ran out of the room. Harry chuckled in response while stumbling to the shower; Hannah had spent the last week living at the Bones'. It was apparently a yearly thing for the two childhood friends. He sighed as he felt the hot water hit his back, it had been three weeks since he had the Horcrux removed and the past three weeks had indeed been his best summer experience yet. He wasn't sure if it was a placebo effect he was experiencing but he could've sworn his head was feeling clearer every day that went by. Almost like a stoppage had been removed, allowing his mind to work with a smoother flow. The most noticeable effect had been regarding his Occlumency, it had improved drastically since that day, yet he knew he was still far away from mastering the art. His young age and puberty made sure it was an impossible task for now, but the improvements gave him hope.

Thinking about the Horcrux brought up uncomfortable thoughts about Dumbledore, what were the odds of someone like him completely missing the presence of the soul shard as he deposited Harry at the Dursley's? Especially as Mistress Andromeda said the thing would have practically oozed dark magic for months after being made. The whole mess left a bad taste in his mouth, if the headmaster knew, then what was he planning? He also wanted to tell Amelia about the whole thing, but she was the head of the DMLE, who knows what questions it might lead to, not to mention what obligations she might have regarding such dark magic.

Massaging shampoo into his hair he considered Hannah's words instead, today was indeed the thirty-first of July and his twelfth birthday, meaning he only had to wait one more year before he could claim the Potter Lordship and through that, most likely the Black Lordship as well. His magic hummed as he thought about it, getting full control over his life sounded very appetizing. Directing his thoughts elsewhere he realized Hermione was coming to visit today, as Amelia was taking them all to Diagon Alley for their school supplies and his birthday. As he rinsed his hair he briefly wondered why Hermione hadn't written him, even though she insisted she'd do it straight away. Well, going to find out soon he reckoned, casting a quick drying charm to get rid of the excess water. He had long since learned to avoid casting it straight at his hair as it made his crow's nest even more unmanageable.

Knowing they were heading out today he dressed in his Potter robes before heading downstairs to get some breakfast.

"Harry!"

Barely having time to brace himself he still almost got his air knocked out as a bushy haired girl slammed into him, grabbing him in a surprisingly strong grip.

"Hello Hermione. Merlin, at least I know the strength needed to lug all those books isn't going to waste."

She punched him in the shoulder in return, making him chuckle.

"How is it you're taller again, I just saw you six weeks ago? Never mind that, how come you haven't been responding to my mail!"

She punched him again as she said that, yet Harry could only stare at her in question.

"I haven't gotten any mail from you…? Actually now that you mentioned it, I haven't gotten any mail at all during the summer."

"What? But I've sent four letters!"

"I sent a letter as well!" Hannah piped in, a hint of red still covering her cheeks.

Harry glanced at Amelia and she seemed to narrow her eyes while mirroring his thoughts, someone was interfering with his mail.

"It's probably just a mistake made by the owls."

The excuse came from Amelia but even she seemed to find it rather dubious.

Deciding to not let it ruin his day, Harry gestured towards the table.

"Ah whatever, we can sort it out later, I'm starving."

Seeing Hermione about to argue he asked her if she had seen the book list for the next year, completely distracting her from her original argument. He saw Susan grin in amusement as she realized what he had done and he merely toasted her with his juice in return. Susan handed him the book list and he frowned as he studied it.

"Who's this Lockhart guy and why do we have to buy what looks like his entire library for just one class?"

"Lockhart? As in Gilderoy Lockhart?"

Harry turned to Amelia, taken aback by the serious look on her face.

"Yeah that's his name, apparently wants us to buy a ton of his books. Mrs Tonks left a notation mentioning that he's going to be our DADA teacher."

She seemed to weigh her words before responding, on one hand she wasn't supposed to talk about an ongoing investigation, on the other hand this was her niece Susan and her friends. Having made up her mind she replied,

"Be careful around that man, we have been investigating him for a while, there are…inconsistencies about his so called adventures. Do not trust him. That's all I can say so ask me no further questions."

Harry simply nodded, not having even heard about the man but taking Amelia's words seriously, she wouldn't break regulation for empty words. Hermione on the other hand looked like someone had kicked her puppy so he intended to make sure she wasn't left alone with the man. She might have broken out of her eager-to-please shell slightly, but Harry knew that she still put too much trust into authority figures for his taste. Looking at Hannah and Susan he realized he was already planning how to make sure they were never left alone with him as either, when had he become so completely engrossed with their safety? Deciding to not think about that right now, he instead devoured a plate of bacon and eggs, guessing he would need the energy if he was going to be shopping with four women.

Fifteen minutes later they stepped out of the floo at the Leaky Cauldron, dusting off their clothes while trying to ignore the way they instantly attracted attention. Harry groaned softly at the looks he was receiving but there was nothing he could do, both Mistress Narcissa and Andromeda were adamant he spend more time in the public in his Potter robes, reminding people that he was more than just the Boy-Who-Lived. Luckily it turned out having Amelia with them as they walked down the alley was a real blessing, regardless of how attractive the woman might look out of her robes, when she wore her DMLE robes and projected her public intimidating persona; there wasn't a soul willing to bother them. Harry couldn't stop his eyes from lingering on the confident witch, her self-assurance combined with a body that was worked hard every day made her extremely attractive to him. The highly impressive Bones bust wasn't hurting either.

"You wanted a broom right Harry?"

"Huh, uhh, what was that Hannah?"

She scrunched up her face at his inattention before pointing at the Quality Quidditch Supplies store right next to them. Harry flushed slightly but nodded.

"Oh yeah, right, let's go in."

He never saw the grin on Amelia's face as they entered the store. The seller quickly spotted him and offered to sell him a Nimbus 2001, a broom which was only supposed to be released the next day, an offer he gladly accepted. He benefited from getting a top of the line broom while the store was able to say that the Boy-Who-Lived personally bought his broom from there. He grinned as Amelia shrunk the broom, there was indeed upsides to his fame. A good broom would go a long way to securing his place on the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, something that had been his goal since his first flying lesson almost a year ago.

"You have your suicide equipment now, let's go to Flourish and Blotts, I want to see what new books they have in stock!"

Harry grinned at Hermione's description of his broom, her distaste for all things flying was no secret to them. Walking over to the book store they were surprised to see the place completely packed with witches pushing against each other to get in. The confusion lasted until they saw the big poster next to the door, 'Gilderoy Lockhart book signing event!'. The crowd parted easily for Amelia however and they followed her in, spotting a man loudly talking and gesturing in front of a gaggle of spellbound witches.

Harry stared in distaste at the man, everything about him seemed overly flamboyant, the wild garishly coloured robes, the blond wavy hair and the impossibly shiny wide grin.

The man's blue eyes turned to him before they widened first in shock, then curved in delight.

"Oh my, Harry Potter himself has come to attend my signing! Understandable of course, who wouldn't want to be here today!"

He quickly crossed the floor before attempting to pull Harry into the middle of the crowded room. His wide grin faltered slightly as Harry grabbed his arm in a surprisingly strong grip and calmly replied with a "No thank you, please let go of me."

"Nonsense, no need to feel shy, we are all friends here!"

His grip on Harry's arm tightened and Harry felt his temper about to boil over before Amelia stepped in between them.

"Mr Lockhart, I must be mistaken but it almost seems like you are assaulting a minor right under my eyes."

Lockhart turned towards Amelia with practiced ease, charming women was something he had done for years. That was until he spotted her robes and recognized who was talking to him, his grin turning sickly as he let go of Harry as if burned.

"Oh, uhh, a misunderstanding no doubt Madam Bones."

Amelia stared at the man with contempt as he backed away from her.

"No doubt. I would appreciate if such a misunderstanding didn't happen again."

"Of course, of course. Allow me to make up for my mistake."

He quickly grabbed a large pile of his books and dropped them into Susan's lap.

"Multiple sets of my collection, on the house!"

The witches from earlier applauded his generosity and he bowed graciously to his audience, his grin having been fully restored.

"I would also like to take this moment to announce that I, Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin Third Class, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defence League and five-time winner of Witch Weekly's Most-Charming-Smile Award, will be the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts!"

Harry studied the man as he preened before the now cheering crowd, Amelia's words from earlier echoing in his mind. More dangerous than he seems indeed, the man masterfully played the crowd to his advantage. His entire bearing simply screamed fake to him, yet his audience seemed to be lapping it up. Glancing at Hermione he was at least happy to see that her earlier infatuation with the man seemed to have died a rapid death as he attempted to drag him into his media stunt. In fact when he saw her help Susan with the books he was fairly confident it was the first time Hermione Granger scowled at a stack of books.

Deciding to get out of the store quickly they picked up the rest of the required materials before slipping out, almost bumping into the Malfoy's at the door. Lucius Malfoy sent a guarded look of distaste towards Amelia while Mistress Narcissa gave Harry such a smouldering look that he actually blushed on the spot.

"Are you alright Harry?"

Harry glanced at Susan before nodding in reply, willing the red on his cheeks to fade. Merlin, it was ridiculous that the woman could do so much to him with just a look.

"Meh, that Lockhart was such a ponce."

"Yeah." Harry agreed, happily letting them attribute his redness to his scuffle with Lockhart. Glancing back towards the store he was surprised to see what looked like a fist-fight break out between Mr Malfoy and who he thought was Mr Weasley. Huh, guess the hate between those families goes beyond just their sons.

After a lazy lunch at Tempered Tastes, a small restaurant located in the north corner of the alley, they headed towards Madam Malkin's. Harry groaned softly as he watched Susan and Hannah practically drag Hermione into the shop while giggling, this was going to take longer than he expected. His prediction turned out to be quite accurate but he didn't find the experience to be all bad. Watching them model outfits in front of him highlighted the fact that they had entered puberty some time ago and were turning out to be very attractive. Susan's chest seemed to grow bigger every time he saw her in tight fitting clothes and just thinking about Amelia showed him that she still had a lot of growing to do, not that he was complaining. Hermione seemed to have tamed her wild hair with some magical products from the girls and he had to admit that regardless of his current opinion of muggles, watching her prance around in tight muggle jeans was very attractive. Even Hannah was starting to develop her mother's hourglass figure, which combined with her long blonde locks and blue eyes was a devastating combination

Feeling blood flowing to all the wrong places he decided to get his own shopping done; quickly grabbing some of the muggle clothes the girls had recommended and entering the closest fitting room. Closing the door behind him he audibly sighed in relief, before looking up and choking on his spit. In front of him stood the woman that had been fuelling several of his late night fantasies, her dark auburn hair flowing free, framing the magnificent globes of flesh he had been aching to see again. Clad in only a tight bra, the pale freckled skin seemed to be fighting to burst out of the white fabric barely concealing her nipples. As his eyes drifted down he took in the flat stomach with a hint of abs, proof of the strict training regimen she kept up as an active law enforcer, before reaching her silky white panties, doing an admirable job of hugging her wide hips. A few light freckles dotted her long pale legs, toned and shaped from hours of footwork.

Looking up into Amelia's navy blue eyes and seeing her quirk an eyebrow at his obvious staring, he flushed completely red. The erection he had tried to avoid was now ignoring all his mental commands and was fully flagging, something that was glaringly obvious because of the summer robes he wore. She expectantly crossed her arms under her incredible bosom, the simple action making her breasts jiggle in a way that was guaranteed to catch his attention. Forcibly tearing away his eyes from her bosom he realized she was waiting for an explanation, but it seemed his wits had completely left him.

"Uhh, I, uhhm sorry, I mean I was, uhh not looking?"

Her amusement was obvious when she repeated, "Not looking?"

"I uhh mean I wasn't looking if the, umm, room was occupied before I came in!"

"So why didn't you leave right away when you saw the room wasn't empty?"

She sashayed over to him, the sensual movement making her breasts bounce in a way that took his breath away. He tried desperately to mount a verbal defence but his brain seemed determined to only focus on the vast expanse of pale flesh on display. His breath caught in his throat as she reached down and trailed her hand across his obvious arousal, gently squeezing him while looking at his face with an amused smirk.

"My, my Heir Potter, this is the second time you have intruded on me getting dressed. Once in the safety of my own home and now even at a public store. One might think you have some nefarious plans going on."

"I'm uhh, sorry, it wasn't on purpose, I swear!"

She squeezed him again while softly chuckling.

"You have told me you're sorry before Heir Potter, yet once again you feel quite the opposite."

He unsuccessfully tried to hide his disappointed groan as she let go off his cock, before she whipped out her wand, scaring the shit out of him. He almost sighed in relief when she merely threw a few silent spells the door before conjuring a lush chair for herself. Amelia smirked at his reaction before sitting down in the chair right in front of him, crossing her bare legs as she studied the young teen.

"In fact if I remember correctly, the last time you implied that this would never happen again."

"I uhh, I can umm, make up for it!"

The last part was said with a slight hesitance as he dropped to his knees in front of her chair, his eyes almost begging her to forgive him. Amelia couldn't help enjoying the feel of the young future Lord kneeling at her feet, pleading for forgiveness. His obvious arousal and the way he couldn't keep his eyes off her body didn't hurt either, making her feel almost worshipped. The Boy-Who-Lived at her beck and call, how many women wouldn't give their left hand to be where she was right now.

She knew he was highly attracted to her, teasing him had been a favourite pastime of hers, flaunting some skin here and there while enjoying how flustered he became. Unlike most wizards who tended to dislike strong witches, the young Heir Potter seemed to be highly attracted to them as evidenced by the way he reacted to her and the way she sometimes caught him staring at Andromeda Tonks. If Amelia was being honest with herself she had to admit she quite enjoyed it, while her usual intimidating air was a necessity for her work at the ministry, it also gave her an image that made wizards very skittish around her. She smirked at the thought before mulling over his words, enjoying the way he was squirming in front of her.

"And how would you make up for it?"

Her breath caught as he leaned forward and gently kissed her knee. He glanced at her before continuing to land feather light kisses on her legs, trailing around her knees before gently spreading her crossed legs. She felt heat start to pool in her groin as he slowly worked over her thighs, his soft lips steadily moving towards her white panties. A soft whimper escaped her lips as she felt her nipples poke out through the white bra, she had been without a man's touch for almost as long as she could remember and his actions were inciting all forms of dirty thoughts. Between taking care of Susan and her career there had been little time for other things and the foreign sensations that were now pooling between her legs were making her shiver in long forgotten need.

Harry heard the subtle change in her breathing and stared in awe at her heaving breasts, the hard nipples showing prominently against the white fabric. Trailing his lips around her inner thigh he gently traced the edge of the white fabric, occasionally sucking on the firm flesh. Enjoying the feel of her smooth pale skin he felt a familiar scent enter his nose and saw a small wet patch slowly form on her silky panties. Leaning forward he took a deep slow lick up the entire front of her clothed pussy, hearing her breath hitch as he tasted her for the first time. A small smile formed on his lips, he had wanted to thank her for letting him stay at their place for a long time and now he had the perfect chance. The fact that he found her very attractive didn't hurt either.

It was his turn to grin as he reached for her panties and noticed her unconsciously lift her hips to help him get rid of the offending piece of cloth. Easing them off her legs he stared between her pale thighs, admiring her hairless slit decorated with a small tuft of auburn hair at the top. The lack of hair was not surprising considering witches tended to permanently curse away any excess hair they disliked. Leaning forward he licked up the moisture that was leaking out between her smooth folds, making her moan at the unfamiliar sensation. The wet appendage traced the contour of her pussy, gently tasting every inch of her from her tight rosebud to the top of her barely visible nub. Never directly touching it she felt him circle her clit before diving back into her folds, the hot tongue exploring every nook and cranny as his fingers gently spread her open.

She felt the walls of her vagina flutter as the sensations kept building, the teasing continuing with agonizing slowness as he occasionally sucked her into his mouth, tasting her flesh. His fingers spread her wider and she felt his hot breath dance over her clit, sending shivers of pleasure coursing down her legs as the sensitive bundle of nerves practically begged for attention. Amelia felt like she was losing her mind as the pressure kept building, the wet sounds of Harry sucking up her juices being both humiliating and incredibly satisfying, the sheer dirtiness of the act driving her mad. She didn't even notice when her shaky thighs grabbed his head in a vice or when her hands grabbed his messy hair in frustration.

After what felt like a lifetime his lips finally engulfed her clit, sucking deeply while his tongue vigorously flicked the nub. The sudden rush of pleasure was so shocking that she felt her entire body lock up, mashing his face into her groin, groaning out his name with a breathy voice as her brain drew a complete blank for several seconds. Her orgasm washed over her mind, rocking her entire body as she desperately clung to the teen that was hungrily eating her. When the sensation finally passed she could only shudder as Harry slowly licked her thighs and the outside of her folds, gently cleaning her while bringing her down from the mind shattering experience.

When his head finally backed off she drew a shuddering breath, trying to calm her wildly beating heart.

"I, well, accept that apology. Merlin."

Harry grinned in return, before quietly slipping out of the room to let her recover. He still wanted to see and taste her incredible breasts, the hard nipples had been incredibly sexy, but he was willing to wait until another day for that. Seeing the girls still piling on clothes he slipped into another dressing room, needing to sort out his own clothes. He honestly wanted to get back to the Bones Manor as soon as possible; he desperately needed to relieve his aching blue balls.

It was a rather unsteady Amelia Bones that escorted them back to the Leaky Cauldron floo, with Susan casting questioning glances at her the entire way. Amelia mere shook it off, claiming she was just a bit tired. Susan didn't seem to entirely buy it but shook it off, preferring to talk about their expectations for next year's DADA classes instead. Reaching the pub, Harry gladly stepped through the fire, pleased that their shopping was finally over. He quickly jogged upstairs to dump his things, wanting to both get rid of the bags and finally get some relief. He however froze at the door when he spotted an elf rooting through his trunk. The elf heard the sound, his wide eyes turning towards Harry in shock. Harry studied the creature before recognizing him as the Malfoy elf, having seen him several times at Malfoy Manor.

"Dobby?"

The elf squeaked in surprise, instantly popping away, leaving Harry utterly confused. Why on earth would Mistress Narcissa send their elf to root through his things? In fact that whole idea sounded strange, he was pretty sure that if she needed something from him she would rather squeeze it out of him. She seemed to enjoy teasing him until he spilled secrets he had never intended to tell. Could it have been Lucius Malfoy then?

His earlier urges forgotten, he dumped his things on the bed before heading back downstairs, Amelia needed to be informed about the rather large security risk. He found it strange how wizards and witches seemed to completely underestimate and ignore creatures like goblins and house elves while leaving either their lives or economy entirely in their care. Mistress Andromeda often said wizards had exchanged common sense for magic and the more he learned, the more he tended to agree with the words.

He spotted the girls still standing next to the floo and walked over.

"Hey Harry, I have to leave now, thanks for inviting me."

Harry smiled at Hermione, deciding not to mention that he suspected it was the first time she had been invited out with friends. He was hardly one to talk after all.

"No worries, happy you could come; I guess we'll see each other the first of September."

Surprising them all she leaned in and quickly kissed him on the cheek with a mumbled "Happy birthday", before disappearing through the floo completely red-faced. Susan looked like someone had taken a hammer to her brain, before she steeled herself and repeated the action. Hannah, not one to be outdone giggled before also kissing him, giving him a laughing "Happy birthday" call as she dragged an equally red Susan up to her room. Harry was surprised at how flustered he was, after everything he had done he didn't expect such an innocent set of kisses to have any effect on him but he was cherry red, his so called improved Occlumency completely falling apart.

Spotting Amelia's grin he decided to quickly bring up the subject of the elf, not wanting to listen to any ribbing right now. As expected her grin faded quickly and she promised to look into it, getting an elf ward set up shouldn't be too difficult. Nodding in satisfaction Harry trudged back up to his room, already planning to bring up Dobby during his next visit to Malfoy Manor. Glancing at his calendar he was surprised to see that his yearly tutoring session with Mistress Narcissa was only a few days away. Groaning he collapsed in his four poster bed, this was turning into one weird summer.

Chapter 30

Harry went through the now familiar motion of flexing his knees as the arriving portkey attempted to throw him to the ground. With a sigh he straightened his legs and looked at the incredibly luxurious manor in front of him, hints of green and silver in every part of the decor. He felt the Malfoy's were taking their fetish with Slytherin colours a bit too far, but then again, who was he to complain, prancing around in his Potter robes every time he went public.

Harry saw Mistress Narcissa walk out to meet him and had to audibly swallow to keep his mental functions still working. The dark green robe clung to her hourglass figure like a second skin while her long silvery hair flowed free in the wind, making her look like a goddess in the morning sun. Her eyes smouldered with the usual sensuality as she looked at him and gave her trademark mischievous smirk, designed to make any man hard at just the sigh of it. It was the look of a woman who knew she was sexy and enjoyed using it to her full advantage at every point.

Harry groaned, trying to control his lust, he wasn't supposed to be ensnared by her this easily after what happened during her Christmas party. Mistress Andromeda always told him that manipulating wizards as a witch was incredibly easy, teenage wizards doubly so. He didn't exactly enjoy the fact that he was personally confirming her demeaning words this very minute, yet he knew Mistress Narcissa could have him wrapped around her finger in minutes. She engulfed him in a soft hug, gently kissing him on the lips in greeting.

"Oh I'm so happy you're finally here little Harry…" She glanced up and down his body, her smirk growing. "… or not so little anymore are you? Mmmhmm, you've grown into quite the delectable young Heir."

Harry sighed as he felt himself flush in embarrassment; attempting to resist her was pointless, it only seemed to spur her on.

"Thank you Mistress Narcissa, you're looking beautiful as always."

Her red lips formed into a sexy little pout when she realized he wasn't going to be resisting her, before they curved back into her sensuous smile.

"Such a charmer; let's get you settled in before we move on then."

Leading him to a guestroom she gestured towards the bed.

"This is where you'll be sleeping this time."

There was a playful smirk on her face as she said that, the last time he was here he had spent almost the entire time sleeping in her bed. Harry understood her innuendo and felt his face grow heated again, only making her smile wider in response. Deciding to focus his thoughts elsewhere he took out his wand and demonstrated admirable mastery over the unpacking spell, managing to make it work perfectly with a silent cast, his mental focus directing where he wanted his clothes to fly. Watching the last article of clothing disappear into a drawer he smiled in satisfaction, his work on silent casting with Amelia was paying huge dividends.

Turning around he gulped as he saw Mistress Narcissa give him the sort of look you'd expect coming from a dragon looking at a particularly plump cow, just dying to devour the thing on the spot.

"My, my, aren't you turning into quite the powerful warlock."

The teasing tone and purring words were not helping his mental focus any; so he decided to quickly distract her.

"I saw Dobby at the Bones Manor!"

Her raised eyebrow and amused smile at his obvious desperate distraction made him flush slightly but he trudged on.

"He was in my room, rooting through my things. As soon as I saw him he popped away, looking scared."

She frowned in confusion, she hadn't ordered the elf to do anything regarding Harry and she doubted her husband would bother. Lucius was far too proud to use an elf for anything besides cleaning up his messes. Draco perhaps? He had been complaining about young Harry quite a bit over the summer, much to her amusement it had sounded mostly like jealousy.

"Dobby."

The elf instantly appeared with a pop, glancing nervously at both Harry and Narcissa.

"Mistress Malfoy called?"

"What were you doing at Bones Manor?"

The elf groaned, grabbing his ears in despair but couldn't resist a direct order.

"I was stopping Harry Potter, the Greatest Wizard ever, from going back to Hoggywarts!"

"Stopping me, how?"

Narcissa frowned at Harry for interrupting and he backed off with a little colour on his cheeks.

"His question is valid, how were you planning on stopping Harry?"

"I was taking his letters; if Harry Potter has no friends writing him then Harry Potter wouldn't want to go back to Hogwarts!"

"You! You're the one stealing my mail!"

Narcissa placed her hands on her hips and raised an eyebrow at his second interruption, making him quickly shut up, taking a step back. She considered his words for a second before continuing.

"Your logic is faulty, but then again I wouldn't expect any intricate plans from an elf. Retrieve Harry's letters and give them to him, I am also giving you an order to stop interfering with his attendance at Hogwarts."

The elf moaned pitifully before popping away, only to reappear ten seconds later with a bundle of letters in his hands. Handing them over he whined as if in pain.

"Dobby, why were you attempting to stop Harry from going to Hogwarts?"

"Terrible things will happen at Hoggywarts, Dobby cannot say, Dobby has been forbidden to speak about it."

"Forbidden?"

"Yes, forbidden by Master!"

Narcissa raised her eyebrows in surprise; the only one who could supersede her commands to Dobby was Lucius. What on earth could the man be planning for Hogwarts and why was she not informed? Her relationship with her son might have noticeably cooled over the years because of her husband's influence, but he was still her son, terrible things happening did not sound good at all.

"Harry, you would do well to be careful during the following year. Lucius might not look the part but he is a ruthless man, if he thought the ashes of a hundred muggleborn children gave him power then he would happily set them all on fire."

Harry narrowed his eyes at that, he didn't really give a shit about most of the students at Hogwarts but Hermione was a muggleborn, there would be a cold day in hell before he allowed anyone to hurt her. His own protectiveness caught him by surprise, yet the more he thought about it the more right it felt, his magic thrumming in agreement. Realizing Narcissa was waiting for a response he nodded.

"Yes Mistress."

She dismissed Dobby before turning to fully face him.

"Good, now we have other matters to discuss, namely the Dark Arts."

Harry looked up in surprise at that.

"No need to look so shocked, I am well aware of the fact that you are receiving additional tutoring, but I highly doubt any of your other sources are willing to tell you about darker aspects of magic."

Harry nodded at that, his opinion on the whole dark side being fairly neutral. Both his Mistresses came from a so-called dark family, yet both were incredibly important to him. They were far from the insane bloodthirsty monsters some people, like the Weasley kid for example, made Dark families out to be. Hogwarts heavily condemned all forms of Dark Arts as an evil forbidden practice, but all that tended to do was increase interest for it.

"Dark magic originally referred to magic that fulfilled two conditions, it required a negative emotion, like hate or anger to fuel it and it rewarded the caster with a positive sensation. The Cruciatus curse for example requires you to feel an intense urge to hurt your enemy and upon successfully casting the spell you feel a rush of power. It was this combination that originally coined the term Dark Arts Dependency, DAD for short. Casters who immersed themselves in the Dark Arts were slowly twisted by the magic, the rush of power became addictive and they easily attributed the feelings of hate and anger with a rush of pleasure."

Checking to see if the teen was following she continued,

"Tell me Harry, what is Occlumency?"

Harry was temporarily caught off guard by the question but quickly answered.

"It's the art of mastering your mind, having full control over your emotions. The basics involve clearing your mind of all superficial thoughts and emotions while being able to detect and repel any intrusions. Those advanced in the art can create false emotions they are unconnected with and people who have fully mastered the art can even create false memories with the attached emotions and sensations included."

"Hmm, a basic but adequate explanation. It's relevant to this discussion because Occlumency allows you to utilize the Dark Arts without suffering the mental side effects, making it a necessity for anyone wishing to retain their sanity. Dark Magics that stain or corrupt the soul are of course in no way hindered by Occlumency but you will never use those."

The last was said with a frosty glare which made him quickly nod in agreement, he still wasn't sure what effect Voldemort's Horcrux might have had on his soul and he had absolutely no wish of further tainting it. Her purring voice forced him to pay attention again.

"The Dark Arts is a deceptive lover, oh so sweet at first glance, but as poisonous as the deadliest flower once you get close. The three Unforgivable Curses are a good example of this, none of the spells besides the Imperius Curse are that hard to cast, but the mental backlash from using them is overwhelming. Do you think they are named Unforgivable simply because of their destructive purposes? Please, a cutting spell to the neck kills just as swiftly as the Avada Kedavra, a well-cast Confundus Charm can achieve what the Imperio can and there must be hundreds of ways to cause people pain, rendering the Cruciatus a needless power sink. No, they were named Unforgivable in part because of their ability to bypass magical shields, but above all because of the effect they had on the mind."

Her eyes had a faraway look in them as she stared out of the window at the rising sun.

"My dear sister Bella was an intelligent Slytherin student, highly talented, strong of mind and possessed a beautiful smile. Her whole life was ahead of her until her drive for knowledge lead her to the Black family books where she discovered the Dark Arts. She had heard the warning, we all had, but the seductive power of the forbidden fruit was too alluring for her to resist. Her self-confidence became her downfall as she thought her grasp over Occlumency was enough to resist the backlash of the curses aptly named Unforgivable. Little by little her beautiful smiles turned more manic, her lust for pleasure turned to a lust for pain; her craving for knowledge turned to a craving for death as the Dark Arts ate away her mind. By the time she was sent away to Azkaban little remained of the woman once known as Bellatrix Black."

Harry stayed silent, easily recognizing the note of melancholy in her now quiet voice. She seemed to snap out of her thoughts, turning her now fierce eyes towards him. Her voice was as cold as the arctic wind, seeming to bite into his flesh as she spoke.

"You will not touch the Unforgivables, you will not cast them, you will not think about them, you will not even research them outside of class. If I find you even considering them I will bring you pain and misery unlike anything you have ever experienced before."

"Yes Mistress Narcissa."

She seemed to stare at him as if judging his sincerity before nodding, making him swallow softly. The woman could be terrifying when she wanted to.

"There are of course exceptions. The Dark Lord himself could probably resist the allure of the Unforgivables with ease; his talents in the mind arts were prodigious. The state of his mind was however another question, who knows what effect the various rituals he had done had on his sanity before his demise, but that's irrelevant to this discussion. Others who were skilled enough in Occlumency could also utilize the spells without much issue; it is after all only a question of mastering your own mind and magic. I could personally probably use them as well, I simply choose not to."

She lead them downstairs to what looked like a warded basement, Harry could feel the wards tingle over his skin as he entered the room.

"All dark magic is however not actually dark magic, it is merely labelled that way by the Ministry of Magic. The loss of Auror life during the last wizarding war lead to the ministry banning various spells simply because they were too destructive for their tastes. Didn't want civilians being able to learn, what was in their opinion, magic too dangerous for the public. We'll cover more of that later though."

Walking over to the middle of the room she pointed her wand at a mannequin standing at the other end and calmly pronounced "Expulso" while doing a small corkscrew motion with her wand. A dark blue spell flew out of her wand before slamming straight into the dummy, causing the entire thing to explode into pieces. There was no heat but Harry could feel a small a blast of air wash over him. She demonstrated the wand motion again before explaining.

"The Expulso Curse uses pressure, not fire, to provoke an explosion and like all magic it is more effective against your surroundings than against actual magical beings. The reason for that is obvious; your opponents innate magic tries to negate any harm done to it. The curse is an actual dark curse though, so you must focus on wanting your opponent to explode to make the spell function. However you must remember to keep your Occlumency active and squash any feeling of pleasure casting the curse might provoke."

Harry listened carefully while watching the mannequin reassemble itself, it was obviously charmed for this purpose. He practiced the wand motions a few times before focusing on the mannequin, imagining it exploding into small pieces. Channelling his will to see it utterly destroyed he went through the motions, channelling a steady flow of magic into his wand before heatedly repeating the incantation. The spell that left his wand was lighter in colour than Mistress Narcissa's and only blew a small chunk out of the mannequin's hip.

Harry barely noticed that though as the moment the spell had left his wand he felt an incredible sensation flow through his body, reminding him of the pleasure he felt when ejaculating but different, like a rush of pleasurable power tingling his very being. He closed his eyes in rapture and couldn't stop the small moan that escaped his lips as he enjoyed the sensation traveling up and down his body.

SMACK!

The force of the blow sent him tumbling across the room, gasping in surprise as he held his cheek, staring at Mistress Narcissa with wide eyes. Her sudden slap had caught him completely by surprise and he tenderly touched his sore cheek; that had been no light touch. He quickly swallowed his complaint when he saw her cold eyes staring at him, her very presence intimidating him. The voice that was usually so teasing was now harsh and cold as it ripped into him.

"Now you understand the dangers of the Dark Arts. You were supposed resist and squash the feeling of pleasure, instead you revelled in it like whore at a brothel orgy."

Harry flushed in shame at that, the feeling had been incredible and he had indeed done little to resist it.

"I want your word Harry. Your word that as long as I am your tutor you will practice no Dark Arts whatsoever without my supervision."

He nodded, now that the feeling had disappeared he was honestly rather afraid at how easily he had been swept up in the rush of power.

"I want to hear it."

"I give you my word Mistress Narcissa."

Her cold demeanour seemed to disappear at that and she smiled softly as she helped him to his feet.

"Good, now let's see that spell again. This time let's try to use our brain while casting, yes?"

Harry nodded, not bothering to argue, he did feel like a bloody idiot already, no need to get into an argument with a verbal superior to make it any more evident.

He repeated the steps and cast the spell again, this time getting a slightly more effective version of the curse. The major difference this time was that he completely disassociated himself from the sensation of pleasure, instantly clearing his mind after casting the spell. He saw Mistress Narcissa intently studying his eyes for any evidence of his Occlumency slipping, but he kept steady and turned a stony face towards her. She broke into a small smile when she saw his unwavering face and he broke into one in return, a bit surprised at how satisfied he felt for succeeding and pleasing her.

"Good, much better. Cast it a few more times before we move on to other matters, regardless of your talent in the mind arts it's not good to overdo it."

Harry nodded, squashing his smile and focusing on the task at hand. His Occlumency held steady and his casting improved steadily, to the point that he could cut the mannequin in two with the force of the explosion. When Mistress Narcissa told him to stop he was surprised to find beads of sweat trickling down his face.

"Surprised at how exhausted you are? Summoning the will to see the target destroyed before instantly clearing the mind again is no easy task, it is mentally very taxing, especially for someone who has never done it before. I am quite proud of you Harry, you did very well today, let's go have some lunch."

"Thank you Mistress."

Harry gladly followed her out of the warded room, her words of encouragement working better than any pepper-up potion. When she stopped to carefully heal the bruise developing on his cheek, he decided to ask a question that had been bothering him.

"Umm Mistress Narcissa?"

"Yes?"

"Why are you teaching me the Dark Arts? Seems to be a lot of effort just to not go nuts."

"Hmmh, it might seem that way at first, but once you grow more accustomed to ignoring the seductive nature of the art, it becomes easier to cast. Then there is the simple fact that when it comes to magical combat there are few magics more powerful than the Dark Arts. Even if you choose to never use the spells in a fight, you will have an advantage if your opponent does, as you will have the knowledge of what he is attacking you with and how to counter it. Even someone firmly in the light like Dumbledore has no doubt spent years researching various Dark Arts and how to defeat them. Never forget, knowledge is always power."

Harry nodded at that, what little he had read about Dark Magic certainly seemed dangerous. He still wasn't certain if he ever intended to use it though, he would never touch it for some silly scuffle. But…if someone attacked someone he cared about he wasn't certain what the outcome would be, he strongly suspected he would throw everything in his arsenal at the attacker, regardless of what side of the magic his spells hailed from.

"Dig in, we have the entire section eight of Wizengamot Law to go over after lunch."

Harry groaned audibly at that as he abandoned his thoughts and dug into the meal the elves had prepared, he had almost forgotten how much he hated this part of his tutoring. Almost.

XXX

It was a mentally exhausted Harry Potter that stood under the hot shower later that evening, hundreds of different laws and by-laws circling in his skull. He rubbed his temples as he walked out of the shower stall, throwing a lazy drying charm at himself as he grabbed a towel from the rack. His path to the guestroom was however blocked by what he could only describe as a blond goddess. The long silvery hair hung free, framing the high cheekbones and lush red lips before ending at her ample chest. The light green transparent teddy she wore did nothing to hide her poking nipples before ending just below her hips, barely covering her hairless groin. She sashayed up to him, her hot breath dancing over his ear as she leaned in close, her mere presence making him grow achingly hard.

"Hello Harry, would you like to sleep in my bed tonight?"

He felt his mouth dry as her hands softly grasped his shaft, the very motion designed to further excite him. He appreciated that she always gave him the option to choose, yet whenever she wanted something he felt powerless to resist. He swallowed before nodding with a raspy "Yes".

Her lips curved into her usual mischievous smile before she took his hand and dragged him to the master bedroom. She removed the towel without any preamble, smirking slightly at his flagging problem before dragging them both to the luxurious bed that dominated the room. She covered them both with the wide green silk sheet before spooning behind him, her hands drawing circles all over his body as her hot breath washed over his neck. Narcissa smiled as she felt his smooth skin, the hair removal curse she had used during the winter was permanent until reversed. She was fairly certain he knew this but had made no efforts to counteract it, knowing she enjoyed the smoothness.

"Mmm my precious pet, will you allow me to play with you tonight?"

He groaned slightly, her soft wandering hands were very distracting. He couldn't comprehend how much he enjoyed being controlled by his Mistresses while he utterly hated anyone else doing it. He gasped as he felt her gently cup his testicles while nibbling on his neck, Merlin how was he supposed to decline her anything.

"Y-yes Mistress Narcissa."

She smiled against his skin, enjoying the way his breath was growing erratic. Her wand was in her hand almost instantly, casting the usual cleansing spell before adding a lubricating one. Her left hand kept fondling his testicles while she snuck her right hand into her mouth before moving it down to his rosebud, tracing the outline of his smooth opening with the tip of her saliva-coated finger while softly applying pressure. She heard a soft gasp from him as the wet finger slipped in, easily gliding all the way in with the added lubrication from the spell. Narcissa loved the little sounds he made as she slipped another finger in, slowly working her digits in and out of the clenching hole while she gently pulled on his testicles.

"You still love this, don't you pet?" She nibbled on his ear before continuing, "You might pretend otherwise but we both know how much you are enjoying this, the evidence is as clear as the day for me." She traced her fingers up his flagging erection, chuckling softly at the way it twitched.

Removing her hands she heard a soft groan, making her lick her lips in anticipation before she grabbed her favourite toy from the warded box in the bedside cabinet. Her moaning gasp echoed in the room as she attached the phallus shaped toy to her soaked pussy, shivers traveling up and down her back as runes on the toy flared to life. Rubbing her fingers over the tip of the toy she smeared her leaking fluids over the entire thing, panting lightly at the sensations being sent back to her body. Shuffling back behind Harry she dragged her hard nipples across his back, nibbling on his neck as her hands went back to work, softly caressing his erection with a feather light touch. The toy rested against his cheeks but he was distracted by her husky voice as her hot breath washed over his neck.

"Will you let your Mistress claim you again pet? Will you let me fuck you again?"

He groaned at feeling of her silky hands and nodded slightly.

"Mmhmm pet, not good enough, you know I want to hear it."

"Y-yes Mistress."

Her teeth dug deeper into his neck before she continued.

"Yes what pet?"

"Yes I will let you f-f-fuck me again."

She purred in pleasure, licking at his neck like a cat lapping a treat as she adjusted the sensitive toy against his rosebud. She moaned slightly when he clenched against the foreign intrusion but gasped even louder as he relaxed, letting the tip slowly slide in. Narcissa hissed in pure pleasure as she felt him slowly accept the bulbous head, the muscle expanding as she gently worked herself deeper into the incredible heat. It felt like her clit had been caught in a hot velvety vice, the sensation only increasing her wetness the deeper she pushed in. Even without the magical toy she simply loved the sheer domination of the act, claiming her pet as hers, watching him moan and writhe against her aching nipples as he tried to dismiss the feeling, but feeling far too good to be able to. After a few minutes of soft panting from her and the occasional groans from the teen she felt herself bottom out against him, her smooth skin resting against his buttocks. The delicious heat was making her feel light-headed and when he clenched in surprise they both groaned.

"Mmhm you filthy little boy, I can hear you moaning like a village whore."

Narcissa chuckled at his feeble protests before starting to slowly saw the toy in and out, making sure she angled her hips against his prostate with every thrust. The speed and power of her strokes kept increasing until she was almost pulling the entire toy out before slamming it back in with a wet slap, making his cock jump in her silky grip every time she bumped against that magical gland. Her shallow breathing kept increasing as her pleasure built; her entire pussy felt like it was on fire as the toy fulfilled its purpose of transmitting every single sensation traveling across its surface. Her wetness was steadily leaking into him through the hole in the tip and provided added lubrication to her vigorous pumping.

Harry felt like he was losing his mind as the constant rubbing against his prostate sent shock waves of pleasure coursing through his body. He desperately wanted Mistress Narcissa to move her hand but she was content to just tightly grip his shaft, hissing at any of his own attempts to grab it. He felt himself leak from the tip and knew Mistress Narcissa enjoyed the fact that she was slowly milking him while preventing him from reaching relief. His feeble attempts of humping her hand didn't help at all as she merely moved her hand with his body, chuckling huskily in his ear at the motion.

"Who do you belong to honey? I want to hear it."

"Ghuhhh you Mistress Narcissa!"

"Good boy!"

With that he felt her hand that had stayed still for so long suddenly speed up, wildly pumping his aching cock while she rammed into him. He suddenly exploded with a loud groan, flooding her hand and clenching around the toy as he felt his Mistress moan against his neck in response, her twitching body providing all the proof he needed of her own orgasm. He felt a sting of pain as she harshly bit down on his neck but could barely focus on it as her pumping hand made no attempts at slowing down. He moaned and shuddered at the incredible sensation and could scarcely control his breathing when she finally slowed down her pumping. They both huddled together, her front glued to his back, gasping and shaking at the phantom sensations still spreading through their bodies.

After spending minutes simply catching her breath, Narcissa kissed his neck before pulling away from him with a wet sound, neither being able to stay quiet at the feeling. Harry felt utterly and completely spent; both mentally and physically, from the long day of work followed by the incredible pleasure and gladly closed his eyes in complete relaxation. His last thought before sleep claimed him was that at least tutoring with Mistress Narcissa never ended in boredom.

Chapter 31 – The Second Year at Hogwarts Begins

Harry calmly navigated through the witches and wizards occupying the packed Platform 9 3/4, attempting to reach Susan and Hannah standing further up. Just minutes earlier he had said his goodbyes to Amelia after profusely thanking her for letting him stay with them over the summer. Amelia had merely given him a saucy wink and told him he could thank her during the winter break. Noticing the crowd starting to pay attention to him, he used his now much improved Occlumency to will his slight blush away, knowing Mistress Andromeda would kill him if he looked like a fool in public.

His Occlumency had improved in leaps and bounds during his time at Malfoy Manor, the intense study in the Dark Arts had become a huge boon for his mind arts, as retaining your sanity turned out to be a very strong motivator. He had little doubt Mistress Narcissa had planned that, she seemed to help him in ways that often took him months to figure out. Hell, her tutoring alone was the reason he had been able to save Hermione from the troll and for that she would always have his gratitude.

Harry stared with contempt as the occasional camera went off, documenting his arrival for the second year at Hogwarts. Didn't the press have anything better to do than to take pictures of him getting on the train? He kept his distaste well hidden behind a sea of Occlumency and merely presented a polite smile.

"Mr Potter, I have heard from a good source that you purchased the Nimbus 2001 for the coming year, will you be following in your father's footsteps and attempting to join the Hogwarts Quidditch team?"

The first thought that flashed through Harry's mind when he looked at the reporter was 'pathetic' and he almost choked on his spit when the thought hit him. Only a year ago he would have covered and hid in shame from these people, attempting to run off in a small panic. Yet the constant pressure from his Mistresses to appear confident in public and to never hide his robes had made him, well, used to the attention. He realized he was utterly at ease with the whole situation, his Occlumency prohibiting even the smallest twitch of uncertainty from showing on his face.

"We shall see, I make no promises, James Potter left very big shoes for me to fill, in more ways than one."

Polite and humble, while in reality giving away nothing; just like he had been taught. He gave a small grin to the reporter who was rapidly writing down his words, quotes from him seemed to drive them mad for some reason. Reaching the girls he quickly grabbed their shoulders before nodding towards the Hogwarts Express.

"Let's get out of here."

Seeing the crowds still staring at them they nodded, they might have had the usual public training expected of noble heirs, but that didn't mean they enjoyed being stared at. Hannah picked a compartment and shamelessly handed both her own and Susan's trunk to him before entering with a superior grin. He chuckled after her before easily lifting their trunks into the overhead storage; she liked trying to mess with him.

"My ladies, your traveling materials are safely stored." His overly exaggerated bow only spurred Hannah on.

"Oh my, thank you so much. You see Lady Susan; the commoners are of some use after all."

Harry snorted at that, he couldn't wait until Hannah had to start attending official ballroom dances; she was more likely to strangle some stuffy dignitary than dance with them. He didn't have time for a snotty comeback before the door opened behind him, admitting the fourth member of their quartet. Hermione's hair was all over the place and she seemed to be practically humming with excitement as she greeted them.

He wasn't really surprised, the girl absolutely loved school and a magical school seemed to be a notch better. Harry also knew she was determined to surpass him, she had tried to hide it but they could all spot the occasional bout of frustration as she had trouble with a spell that he made work on the first try. He was fairly confident it was the first time she had been beaten in any schoolwork, the girl really was shockingly intelligent, and she probably didn't really know how to deal with not being number one for once.

Their trip was peaceful and without interruption besides the lady selling snacks, yet Harry had trouble relaxing. He kept glancing at the chatting girls and the warning from Dobby was loud in his mind, seeming to taunt him the closer they got. The more he thought about it the more determined he got, his despair giving way to his anger and frustration, he would crush any enemy attempting to hurt him or his. He almost snarled as he felt someone poke him in the ribs. He turned an angry face towards Hannah who only lifted an eyebrow and said,

"I don't think it's going to hurt you."

He looked wide-eyed at her before paying attention to where she was pointing, his advanced charms book almost crushed in his twisting hands. Harry flushed slightly as he relaxed his grip but it was far too late, he was met with three equally inquisitive looks.

"So…want to tell us what has got you upset enough to take it out on a poor book?"

Hermione was poked in the ribs by an eye-rolling Susan,

"Ignore the book Harry, what's going on, you have barely said a word since we left King's Cross?"

He tried to think of an excuse but was only met with three raised eyebrows, the expressions so similar that he almost found it eerie. It was Hannah who vocalized it.

"Harry you can't lie for shit to us, now spill."

"It's about the warning isn't it?"

The other two girls looked at Susan who just shrugged before explaining Dobby's warning.

"My auntie already knows; Harry knows she wouldn't have been happy if he kept it a secret from her. Legally her hands are tied as there is no evidence and a house-elf's word means nothing in the Wizengamot, but I'm certain she's secretly looking into the whole thing."

Harry grunted in agreement, Amelia had not been a pretty sight when she found out there might be a threat to Susan at the school.

"So that's what has your panties in a twist?"

Hannah just leaned into him and grabbed his arm, sighing theatrically.

"Oh well, I guess you'll just have to escort us poor maidens absolutely everywhere to keep us safe. Oh the agony."

Harry couldn't stop the grin from forming and placed his arm around her shoulders, making her flush a little.

"Indeed my Lady, it seems I have no choice in the matter."

XXX

It was a groggy Harry that finally stepped off the train at Hogwarts, having a soft and warm witch leaning up against you was surprisingly comfortable and he had quickly dozed off. Hannah had seemed to share his thoughts and had fallen asleep just as quickly and was now gently rubbing her eyes. Walking up to the castle Harry spotted Professor Snape standing at the door and sourly remembered the words Mistress Narcissa had spoken just a week earlier.

"I heard you had quite the personal victory over Severus Snape?"

Harry grinned in return, remembering the man's sour look when McGonagall said she would inspect all points removed in the future.

"Yeah, you should have seen his face Mistress!"

She however held a completely neutral face and calmly continued.

"Tell me Harry, have you ever considered how a half-blood can be the head of the house of Slytherin? I know you knew about his blood status, I did have you read up on all the professors after all."

Harry frowned, he had never really thought about it. Now that she did mention it, it was rather strange for a house with the worst possible purebloods to respect a half-blood. He heard a soft sigh from her, the disappointment cutting deeper than any insult.

"I see you didn't even think it through, that is almost as dumb as chasing after that Quirrell fellow alone. I see we need to work on your critical thinking some more."

Harry cringed at the barrage, she never did tolerate foolishness.

"Severus Tobias Snape was an exceptional wizard even in his Hogwarts years, excelling in the art of potion-making unlike any other student had done in centuries. While he might not have made many friends during his years at the school, in the latter years he most certainly earned the respect of his housemates in Slytherin. There were even murmurs of him creating his own Dark Arts spells in the sixth year, something that would be impressive even for a fully trained wizard, let alone a student."

She sipped her cup of tea before continuing.

"It was hardly a surprise for any of us that attended Hogwarts with him when we found out he had been elevated to the rank of Potions Master, the youngest to achieve such a thing in centuries. It was in fact expected. I later found out from Lucius that he was a member of Inner Circle of the Dark Lord's Death Eaters, which is not a rank that is easily earned. Even simply becoming a Death Eater requires a certain cruelty and ruthlessness as a show of loyalty."

Placing her tea on the table she levelled a steady stare at Harry.

"Severus has the respect of the Slytherin's because their parents have told them to obey his orders, as they know quite well that regardless of what image he might present to the school, he no doubt hides far more. His Occlumency is rumoured to have been complimented by the Dark Lord himself, making any word he says or any image he presents questionable. He could lie to all our faces and none of us would know. He is a man cold enough to become an Inner Circle Death Eater, cunning enough to avoid any punishment for his past actions, skilled enough to become a Potions Master and you, Harry Potter, insist on making an enemy out of a man like him, especially considering he has daily access to where you eat and sleep?"

Harry grimaced at the thought of someone who knew more about poisons than the combined population of Hogsmeade having access to his food.

"I see you understand my point. Now I don't expect you to become friends with him, I doubt that would even be possible. I do however expect you to treat him as a Professor at the school; there need to be no warmth as long as there is simple courtesy. Always avoid making enemies needlessly Harry, cunning will serve you far better than outright hostility."

Snapping back to the present Harry realized he was staring right at the sour man. Swallowing his distaste he gave a polite nod as they entered, savouring the look of surprise that briefly flitted across his face. He didn't like it but Mistress Narcissa was no doubt right, he had never actually known her to be wrong after all.

Susan sent him a questioning look as they sat down at the Hufflepuff table but he waved it away, just wanting to get some food. He still found it rather disconcerting how well the girls could read his face, it was something of a personal challenge for him to attempt to trick them with his Occlumency, but it never seemed to work.

The sorting was rather boring but he still paid attention, not wanting to miss any potentially big names being sorted without his knowing. He recognized a few names, the most noteworthy being Luna Lovegood, the Lovegood's were after all an old pureblood family even if they were rather impoverished these days. The girl was, however, nothing like the aloof pureblood he expected, she seemed to practically skip down the hall, her long dirty blonde locks trailing behind her. He couldn't help cracking a slight grin as he saw the disgusted looks being sent her way from the Slytherin table. He also noticed the Weasley girl being sorted, mostly because she sent him a feverish stare as she disappeared under the hat and seemed utterly crushed to end up in Gryffindor. He raised an eyebrow at that; shouldn't ending up with her brothers have made her happy? He dismissed the thought as Lockhart stood up to deliver a speech, making him groan at his food being further delayed.

Hannah seemed to find his dismayed look exceptionally funny as she kept grinning at him as Lockhart prattled on, making his annoyance even more pronounced. Susan leaned towards them both.

"Aww stop it Hannah, you know how grumpy the poor boy becomes when he doesn't get his food."

Harry just grunted, not deigning their giggling worthy of a response. When Lockhart finally sat down he sighed in relief until Dumbledore in turn stood up, making Hannah snort at his incredulous look. Merlin but these wizards loved hearing themselves talk. The food finally arrived, making him completely ignore everything as he dug in. The girls weren't entirely wrong when they said he got grumpy without food, after his young years where starving was quite common he was determined to never miss a meal again if he could help it. People who had never gone hungry for an extended period of time wouldn't understand it, but Harry did.

"Oi Harry, pay attention, Preece said they were holding the Quidditch trials tomorrow morning."

He looked up at that, Hannah's words having surprised him.

"This soon?"

She just shrugged.

"Don't ask me, but I reckon Preece wants a new team together as soon possible, with us being the first to play each year."

Harry slowly nodded, Malcolm Preece was a seventh year and one of the few left of the Hufflepuff team of last year. Rumour had it he was grooming Cedric Diggory, the fourth year seeker, to take over after him as captain of the team. He didn't care much about that, he was aiming for chaser, the position his father had played. He found it to be the most interesting and demanding position to play, constant action, physically extremely strenuous and very fast paced. He grinned at the thought, he absolutely loved flying and he had no doubt he would love playing Quidditch as well.

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It was a sleepy Harry Potter that trudged down to the Quidditch pitch the next morning, his Nimbus 2001 slung over his shoulder. He yawned loudly as he stared at Hannah in disbelief, watching her practically skip along next to him.

"That's just unnatural."

She just chuckled at his grumbling, looping her arm in his and humming all the way to the pitch.

"Where's Susan?"

"She's coming; even I'm not dumb enough to pull her outside after having woken her up."

Seeing him about to argue she continued,

"She knows to not move alone in the castle, she'll join the other girls walking down to the pitch."

He nodded at that before walking over to stand next to the other hopefuls. After not having had any real friends growing up, the simple feeling of someone showing up just to cheer for him felt surprisingly good.

Preece showed up exactly on time, clad in his Quidditch robes and Captain's Badge and quickly got their attention.

"Alright, listen up. Get in the air and give me five laps around the pitch."

They quickly obeyed and Harry could easily see the point behind the seemingly pointless task, some of the people here were terrible flyers. He understood self-confidence but Merlin, some of the people here had to be oblivious to think they qualified for Quidditch. When they landed Preece quickly dismissed half of them, wishing them better luck next year and turning to those still in the race.

"Right then, split up, beaters to the left, seekers to the right and chasers stay."

It was little surprise to find no seeker hopefuls, Diggory was without a doubt the best seeker in the school right now and no one felt confident enough to take his post. Harry had seen him fly and thought he might be slightly faster but simply didn't care, being a seeker seemed so boring to him, the players spending the majority of the game simply looking around. Chaser was what he was here for.

"Anyone applying for Keeper?"

Herbert Fleet, the current keeper, chuckled at the silence and walked over to Preece. Preece just sighed, it wasn't that Fleet was bad but the lack of applicants for that post was becoming a bit tiresome.

Shrugging it off he started the trials with the beaters, pairing them randomly and having them fight against other pairs with Bludgers. Having cut down the numbers a bit he added a few flyers on both sides and had the beaters practice defending and attacking. In the end the two current beaters, fifth years Michael McManus and Anthony Rickett, were obviously better than the rest and even the challengers seemed to recognize this.

"Alright, thank you all for applying but we will keep the beaters from last year. Better luck next year."

People groaned but walked away without argument.

"Right, chasers then, I'll have you fly some formations against me and Fleet."

Harry paid careful attention as he randomly selected students to face against them, Fleet covering the rings while he played defence. He noticed a pattern as anyone that flew well stayed in for far longer while their partners were switched out, letting the captain gauge their skill with different fliers. Harry watched as Preece dismissed a third year girl that flew well but didn't really have the arm strength to handle the Quaffle. People tended to underestimate how much physical strength was required when playing as a chaser, whenever you had the Quaffle you were expected to control your broom with one hand, which might sound easy but when you're swerving between bludgers and harassing defenders it's incredibly taxing.

"Potter, you're up."

He got a sceptical look from most of the others, the youngest member on the team was Diggory and even he was a fourth year, yet here was a second year applying for the most physical role. He completely ignored them the moment he took to the air though, the complete sense of freedom making his magic thrum in pleasure. In the air he was the king, he had absolute control of where he went. He drew a deep relaxed breath at the sensation before he saw the Quaffle flying towards him and instantly sharpened his gaze. His arm flew out and grabbed the ridged ball with ease before he pumped all of his magic into his broom, letting it take off like a rocket. The Nimbus 2001 was terrifyingly fast and the sudden acceleration caught everyone by surprise as he whipped past Preece with ease and angled towards the far left ring. Fleet quickly recovered and attempted to intercept him but Harry almost laughed at him, he felt weightless as a bird as he suddenly weaved to the right, his magic strengthening his grip on the broom before he threw the Quaffle. It sailed through the right ring with uncatchable speed, far out of the reach of the Keeper.

Preece looked angry at first before a hint of a grin grew on his face as he dismissed Harry's flying partner.

"O'Flaherty, get up here, you're on my side."

That raised some eyebrows as Maxine O'Flaherty was already a chaser for the team, the fifth year girl having played for Hufflepuff for two years. Preece threw the Quaffle to Harry.

"Alright kiddo, let's see what you can do."

Harry disliked the dismissive attitude and decided to pull out all stops. He had been flying at the both the Bones and the Malfoy manor all summer, using it as both physical exercise and relaxation. Amelia said she had never seen someone more natural on a broom and he intended to show that talent to the rest of the school today.

He shot off with the Quaffle curled under his arm, aiming straight towards Preece before barely passing him on the right. Preece instantly gave chase while O'Flaherty attempted to cut him off from the other side. What followed was a terrifying display of agility and power as he flipped the broom around and flew upside down under O'Flaherty with the Quaffle outside of her reach. He continued the spiralling motion and flipped back up when he passed her, speeding up further to lose Preece who was still close on his heels. Harry felt a grin grow on his face as both his adrenaline and magic spiked, the incredible sense of speed making him giddy. He was a Potter by blood, by heritage, by skill and he laughed as he suddenly did a ninety degree turn at a speed that should have thrown him off the broom, shaking off Preece and catching Fleet flatfooted as he suddenly zipped in another direction. By the time Fleet recovered the Quaffle was already flying through the air, gracefully scoring another point for Harry.

"What the fuck?"

Harry grinned at Maxine O'Flaherty, her Irish accent coming off strong as she stared at him, her brown eyes wide in disbelief.

"Not fuck, Potter."

Preece seemed almost giddy as he passed the Quaffle to him again.

"I've heard about your old man, good enough to go pro in his sixth year they said. Looks like it's in the blood. Do it again."

Harry just grinned in return and sped off again, letting the sweet adrenaline flood him again as he weaved through the air.

XXX

It was an exhausted but happy Harry Potter that sat down for lunch in the great hall, calmly thanking the housemates congratulating him.

"Congratulations on your place in the suicide squadron, just what you needed, more ways to endanger your life."

Hermione smiled to show it was said in jest as she sat down at their table. Harry just chuckled in return.

"Thanks, I've been looking forward to this since first year."

She just rolled her eyes as Hannah snorted.

"We have heard."

He grunted, so he might have mentioned it a few times, no need to be so snarky about it.

"Wood has been foaming at the mouth ever since he heard you were the new Hufflepuff chaser. Angelina said he's been mumbling about 'another Potter'."

They all laughed at that, the Gryffindor captain was rather infamous for being borderline insane when it came to Quidditch. They ate a relaxed lunch before Harry excused himself to go visit Mistress Andromeda, he hadn't really spoken to her since the Horcrux was removed.

He whispered the usual password at her door, a quiet "Mistress" which temporarily disabled the wards and allowed him to slip in.

She looked up from the book she was reading as he entered.

"Hello Harry. I hear congratulations are in order."

"Hello and thank you Mistress."

She smiled and gestured to the lounge chair opposite hers, laying the book down on the small table next to her. Harry looked at it with interest; it seemed to practically radiate dark magic. She noted his interest and explained.

"I have been studying what you had in your scar."

That certainly got his attention; they had agreed to never use the word 'Horcrux' in public in case someone managed to overhear it. A simple precaution that could potentially save them from a huge headache.

"Anything of interest?"

"No. Sadly your situation is very unique and its long-term effects are almost impossible to predict. I do however strongly suspect it will have some effect on you; the shard was in you for such a long time. It had ten years of time where it was connected to both your magic and soul and it would honestly be more surprising if there were no consequences at all."

"What kind of consequences?"

"Hard to tell, if you develop a problem with your magic is it because of the influence from the shard or would you have had it regardless? If you master an obscure magical talent or develop a magical gift is it because of the shard or was it simply in your blood?"

Seeing him frown she smiled encouragingly at him.

"Your soul and mind is strong and your magic is powerful, I find it very unlikely that there will be any problems. Have confidence in yourself and don't let this bother you."

He grinned sheepishly, remembering Mistress Narcissa's words, 'whining never achieved anything'.

"You're right Mistress, sorry."

"Of course I am. I saw your words to the Daily Prophet by the way, it was a good quote. Now that you actually managed to make the team it will look even better, with you coming across as a humble young man following in his father's footsteps."

She brushed away some imaginary lint from her thin summer robes before continuing.

"All in all the response to you has been positive, your success and behaviour in school has made you very few enemies. Being successful will of course always lead to having some opponents but that's simply life and cannot be avoided. I am also pleased to see you're reaching outside of Hufflepuff for friends, even if I would prefer if it was with someone who wasn't a muggleborn for political reasons. But on the other hand having a muggleborn friend could lend you more support among the half-blood and light families. You should however work on reaching out more to the other houses, especially Ravenclaw and Slytherin."

Seeing him about to argue she overrode him before he could open his mouth.

"Friends made at your age often last a lifetime, especially friends made at Hogwarts. Reaching out to Ravenclaw would show you have no issues with the neutrals, whereas reaching out towards Slytherin would demonstrate your sympathy towards the dark families. Do not forget that dark does not equal evil. Whether you like it or not, your pool of friends needs to be expanded, as your friends are currently two very light families and a muggleborn, which quite frankly makes it seem like you're Dumbledore's pawn. Your contact with me and Amelia has lessened that image but the simple fact remains that your friends show the world who you are and right now they are showing you as a purely light Hufflepuff."

Harry opened his mouth to refute that argument but realized there was nothing he could say. His tutoring with Mistress Narcissa was being kept a secret by her and it would be political suicide to expose his training in the Dark Arts. He groaned softly as he realized she was entirely correct.

"Fuck. You're going to make me make Slytherin friends aren't you?"

Her teasing smile told him all he needed to know.

"Fine, I'll try to do it."

"Of course, I have complete faith in you. Now seeing as you apparently see fit to swear in my company I think there are far better ways to put that mouth to use."

He sighed mentally as he watched her lift her robes, she really did not tolerate coarse language from him. Then again he knew the reasons she was making him branch out to the other houses was as much for him as it was for her, he had little reason to swear. She had made no secret of intending to make him a strong Lord of his house and using his influence for the good of them both.

Kneeling in front of her he slipped in under her robes, surprised to find she had apparently gone commando on her day off. Her long legs were clad in the usual silky black thigh-high stockings she seemed to enjoy and he softly kissed the inside of her thighs as he parted her knees. She gladly assisted him and moved her hips closer to the edge of the chair, fully presenting her smooth hairless pussy to him. He gently kissed the junction of her legs before trailing his lips over her folds, softly kissing and licking at the slight wetness she leaked. He heard her soft moans as the blood flow to her puffy lips increased, giving them a slight red tint as her heart rate increased. Harry slowly eased two fingers into her wet opening, feeling the walls clench around them as they slid in. He licked around them, savouring her taste as his lips trailed around her folds. He felt incredible heat as he started to move his fingers in a come hither motion, rubbing the inside front wall of her vagina as he lapped up her juices with a flat tongue. The spongy tissue he was rubbing was the para urethral gland, or better known as the female G-spot.

Her panting increased and her soft gasps made him painfully hard, but he ignored that as he watched her engorged clit peak from its hood. Her hips were grinding against his hand and mouth and he could almost feel her need as her pussy clamped around his fingers. Leaning in, he engulfed the clit with his mouth, sucking and licking on the sensitive bundle while pumping his fingers, letting magic trickle through his digits to further stimulate the nerves.

She exploded with a drawn out moan, shivering and gasping as her smooth thighs twitched around his head. He dutifully lapped up her taste with a gentle tongue, slowly removing his fingers as his tongue brought her down from her incredible high. Andromeda gasped as she felt his long tongue enter her and clean her out, sucking up her wetness as she slowly felt her body relax. Feeling he was done she reached down and pulled him up for a kiss, tasting herself on his lips. She licked her lips before sending him on his way.

"Good job Harry, with that silver tongue of yours you'll have plenty of new friends in no time."

Harry knew that she meant the charm he could turn on when needed, but he still gave her an exasperated look as he slipped out of her room, Merlin's balls, but who on earth was he going to befriend from Slytherin of all places?

Chapter 32

Harry slowly walked towards the Great Hall, scowling at the Halloween decorations that littered the castle. It was the thirty-first of October, a day that the rest of the Wizarding world celebrated. Personally he utterly loathed it and had a hard time keeping his face neutral as he watched people celebrate the day his parents died. No, not died, the day they were murdered. He felt his magic rise as his temper flared, only to have it extinguished just as quickly when Hannah playfully bumped into him. He was about to growl at her before he reined in his anger; he knew she did it on purpose to keep his mind off today. Really, he should be grateful, both Hannah and Susan had spent the entire day just distracting him. They didn't even bother being covert about it, Hannah let her exuberant side out and pretty much annoyed him constantly, bringing a small genuine smile to his face.

Personally he would rather have stayed in his dorm today but he knew his Mistresses wouldn't be pleased by that. Oh they wouldn't say much, he knew they respected his feelings this day, but that didn't change the fact that he also knew they would consider it a weakness. Sighing he realized he himself would also consider it a weakness to hide in his dorm; their training was catching on a bit too well. What kind of Lord hid in his room sulking when there was a public feast going on?

The food tasted like ash in his mouth as he dutifully forced some of it down. In his youth he had eaten scraps and leftovers left by the fat Dursley's, a foul mood would not deter him from getting some sustenance. Deciding he had shown himself for long enough he calmly stood up and started walking out of the hall. He had barely made it to the doors before he was flanked by the girls again, happily chattering on and seemingly ignoring his stormy mood. He let out a small exasperated chuckle, he should have figured they wouldn't let him out of their sight today.

When they rounded the corner he heard a faint whisper, barely audible in the drafty castle, the voice almost teasing his ear. He stopped and held his hand up, silencing the girls as they looked at him in question.

"Wha..."

"Sschhh! Did you hear that?"

Susan scrunched up her nose and cocked her head, as if trying to hear better.

"Hear what?"

Harry heard to voice again and started following it at a light jog, starting to make out individual words.

"…rip...tear…kill…flesssshhhh"

He had his wand out in an instant, startling the girls as they shared a questioning glance behind his back. Shrugging, Hannah took out her wand, quickly followed by Susan.

"Harry, where are..."

"Schh! Can't you hear it?"

The girls shared another glance, this one more troubled as they kept pace with him. Susan tried to listen but all she heard was a faint hissing, like a gas valve that had been left open. The hissing kept getting louder and she could feel Harry's magic building. She tried to control her awe at the sensation; she had felt his power several times during the summer and had to focus on not drifting closer to him. Aunt Amelia had explained it as a natural attraction all witches had towards magical power, mentioning that Harry's power would only attract more attention as he matured. She almost ran into him as he abruptly stopped as they rounded another corner, his glowing green eyes staring at the grotesque find they had made. Or well, he had made, she still didn't quite understand how he lead them here.

"The Chamber of Secrets has been opened. Enemies of the heir, beware."

Harry mumbled the sentence written on the wall, the dark red paint reminding him of blood as it dripped down in rivulets. He shifted his gaze to the candle holder on the wall, or more accurately the cat hanging from it. He easily recognized the caretaker's cat, yet the stiff way it dangled seemed unnatural. Someone wanted to send a message, a gruesome one that was sure to cause discussion. Hearing voices coming from behind him he stiffened, the first person at a scene of a crime was always assumed guilty. Harry quickly reached into his expanded pocket, ripping out the invisibility cloak as he pulled Susan and Hannah with him into an alcove. The cloak barely covered all three of them as they hunched together, his arms hugging them close as he held the fabric around them.

The alcove didn't allow much light in, bathing them in darkness as they were surrounded by walls on three sides. It was a tight fit, forcing them to practically hug each other to fit under the cloak. Harry tried desperately to ignore the fact that two girls that he found quite attractive were flush against him, their budding breasts pushing into his chest. He knew muggle women could start puberty as early as the age of nine and witches tended to start earlier because of the onset of magic boosting the hormonal activity, yet that knowledge did little to stop him from thinking about how soft they felt. He tried to occlude his thoughts and clear his mind, yet Mistress Narcissa's warning rang in his ears, saying mastery of the mind arts was impossible as a teenager because of all the hormones. It fully dawned on him how impossible it was at this moment. Their soft bodies moulded to his form, their small panting breaths washing over his neck, sending shivers traveling down his back. He could smell the fruity shampoo they used for their hair as well as the scent he distinctly recognized as theirs.

Susan thought she was going to pass out as she breathed in his musk, feeling her body react to the magic radiating from the boy, no, right now she could only think of him as a young man. She knew her face was as red as a cherry and she could feel herself heating up, not only from the shared body heat but from the way Harry felt against her. A quick glance at Hannah showed her just as red, panting softly against his skin. Harry shifted slightly, making her impressive Bones bust grind against his chest. She felt her breath hitch as her nipples hardened, trying desperately to think of something else. The alarmed shouts from the corridor made her jump, inadvertently rubbing her thigh against his crotch. Her face became even redder as he heard a stifled groan from Harry, her heartbeat increasing even further. Without thinking about the repercussions she tried to manoeuvre her leg away, shifting and rotating her hips to make room.

Harry couldn't hold in the stifled groan that slipped past his lips as he felt Susan's thigh push against him. His Occlumency crashed and burned when to his horror Susan started shifting and rubbing her hips against his crotch.

He hissed "Susan!" through clenched teeth. She didn't seem to be paying attention and kept trying to make room where there was none. Grabbing her lower back in panic he pressed her against him to make her stop, sharply hissing "Susan!" again.

She looked up, somewhat startled at his reaction.

"Would you please stop doing that?"

Susan was about to answer when she felt his very clear reaction pushing against her thigh, becoming harder by the second.

"Oh." She gulped.

"Yeah."

Hannah realized what had happened and started to giggle softly; making Susan feel like her blush was spreading all the way down to her toes. She tried to think of anything besides the very large, very hot rod poking against her.

"I'm, uh, sorry, Harry."

Harry cleared his throat and glanced towards the corridor, seeing practically the entire school standing out there. No chance of leaving any time soon then, Merlin help him.

"Krhm, it's fine, just uh, try not to move so much alright?"

Susan ignored Hannah's loud snort and mumbled a soft "Yeah", looking anywhere but at his face.

Harry's attempts to ignore the sensations were failing miserably, he could smell a light scent of strawberry in the air and had to mentally stop himself before he leaned down and sniffed the girl's hair. The heat in the alcove seemed like it was increasing by the minute and the small shifts Susan made had him biting his tongue to stifle his sounds. It didn't help that he knew that the girls were most certainly excited; the thin Hogwarts robes did little to hide the erect nipples rubbing against his chest. He wasn't really certain at what point they had switched from just close friends to...something more. It felt like the temperature in the closed space was increasing by the second, his cock insistently pushing against Susan's soft flesh.

He let out a deep sigh of relief as he heard Dumbledore dismiss everyone in the corridor. When the teachers finally left with a petrified Mrs Norris, the flustered trio stumbled out of the alcove. Susan could barely look at him without glancing at his crotch, her flush easily reaching past her neck. Hannah on the other hand was just as red but kept giggling softly.

Harry tried to keep a dignified air about himself as he started towards the Hufflepuff dorms.

"Right then, lets uh, head back to the common room."

He tried to ignore the way Hannah's giggles seemed to become louder as he stiffly lead the way. The girls luckily seemed to have calmed down a bit by the time they arrived, trying to slip into the common room unseen. That is until Zacharias Smith noticed them.

"Hey! Where have you guys been?"

Most of the house turned to them and Harry felt his mind freeze as he opened his mouth, what in Merlin's name was he supposed to say. It didn't help that Susan flushed completely red again as Hannah exploded into laughter.

"Uhh, just walked back from the feast."

He got the most sceptical look he had ever seen as Zacharias looked between him and the two girls. Susan ran up to her room with a laughing Hannah following at a more sedate pace, holding her belly and seeming to stumble slightly in her mirth.

"Riiight." He didn't need pureblood training to recognize the disbelief in Zacharias's voice.

The people staring at the girls turned back to watching him as he feebly gestured towards his room.

"Right uh, long day, going to call it a night. Good night!"

He heard more than a few snorts as he quickly slipped up to his dorm. His mind was whirling with images of Susan and Hannah and he could feel his erection returning again. Deciding he could use a cold shower instead of attempting to rub one out, one never knew when one of his dorm mates might enter; he dropped his clothes and headed to the bathroom. The cool water helped clear his thoughts as he relaxed against the wall. He was startled to realize that today had been Halloween. Harry couldn't stop a chuckle from escaping; the girls sure did a fantastic job of distracting him, even if all of it wasn't exactly planned. His bright mood crumbled when he considered what had lead them to the alcove.

That weird, unnatural whispery voice. Neither of girls seemed to have heard it, yet he could clearly make out the words. He decided to approach the problem logically. It was not a case of madness as the voice clearly led them to the petrified cat. He could make out the words clearly yet Susan had described it as a leaking gas valve. A magical language then…a hissing magical language. His mood plummeted like a rock as he remembered his discussion with Mistress Andromeda.

"I have been studying what you had in your scar."

That certainly got his attention; they had agreed to never use the word 'Horcrux' in public in case someone managed to overhear it. A simple precaution that could potentially save them from a huge headache.

"Anything of interest?"

"No. Sadly your situation is very unique and its long-term effects are almost impossible to predict. I do however strongly suspect it will have some effect on you; the shard was in you for such a long time. It had ten years of time where it was connected to both your magic and soul and it would honestly be more surprising if there were no consequences at all."

"What kind of consequences?"

"Hard to tell, if you develop a problem with your magic is it because of the influence from the shard or would you have had it regardless? If you master an obscure magical talent or develop a magical gift is it because of the shard or was it simply in your blood?"

Parse tongue. He could see no other logical explanation. Knowing sleep would be impossible in his current state he donned his robes and invisibility cloak, he needed to see Mistress Andromeda.

Slipping out of the common room with a silencing spell and the cloak was ridiculously easy and only minutes later he found himself outside of her room. He whispered his personal password and slipped in, dropping the cloak as he entered. Knowing she'd be alerted when he entered he simply waited for her to arrive.

She walked in wearing a sheer night gown that did nothing to hide her nudity underneath, her pale skin shining in the soft light. She seemed to instantly see through his expression and waved him towards the sofa.

"What's wrong Harry?"

She sat down next to him as he explained the story, running her hand through his hair to comfort him; it was obvious something had greatly disturbed him. When he finished she simply smiled at him,

"That's great."

"W-w-what?"

"Harry, being a parselmouth is good. It means you have access to another language, another form of magic. If anything you should be happy, you got something very useful out of the scar after all."

"But, it's from…him."

"Perhaps. Perhaps not. You are related to the Blacks and have some of their blood in your veins. Maybe the scar simple reinforced something that might have come naturally to you. Maybe it played no part. Maybe it gave you the gift directly. It matters little, what matters is that you have access to a part of the magical arsenal that distinguished the Dark Lord from everyone else."

Seeing that he had calmed down a bit she took out her wand.

"We should confirm the talent. Serpensortia."

A small dark green snake slipped out of her wand and landed on the floor. It turned towards them and hissed out what sounded like an irritated "What do you want?". Harry looked at the snake and then at her and she smiled encouragingly,

"Go on, talk to it."

He nervously cleared his throat before rasping out "do you understand me?" Harry saw the way Mistress Andromeda flinched at the voice and he realized it wasn't English he was speaking.

"A speaker! Yesss I understand you, what do you need?"

Harry swallowed nervously and vanished the snake with a muttered "Evanesco" and a quick flick of his wand, it was confirmed then. He felt her hand in his hair and slowly exhaled, leaning towards her touch.

"This is good news Harry. Yet…you must remember this must be kept secret."

He looked at her and nodded, he had figured that out as well. Not only was it a possible magical trump card but it also carried a hefty stigma in the Wizarding world. Voldemort had done little to improve the way parsemouths were perceived.

"Turns out I was quite right when I called you a silver tongue."

Harry chuckled at the dry humour before sobering quickly.

"If what I heard was a snake talking earlier..."

Mistress Andromeda nodded,

"Yes, that is far more troubling than your gift. I would not recommend wandering alone in the castle this year Harry."

Seeing his nod she continued,

"Now, were your dorm mates asleep before you left?

Seeing his guilty look she prodded on,

"Did you leave a decoy before you left?"

A slight flush covered his cheeks. She sighed before quickly giving him a note about where he was in case he got into trouble.

"Run along then, this is not a good night for you to be caught outside of the dorm."

Harry nodded and moved towards the door. Before he leaving he turned around and bowed deeply,

"Thank you Mistress…for everything."

She just smiled at him, "You know you can come to me about anything, hurry to your dorm now."

He smiled and slipped out the door. As soon as he was gone her smile slipped and she summoned Hogwarts: A History into her hands. The more she read about the chamber of secrets the more severe her expression turned. She knew quite well Voldemort loved to call himself the Heir of Slytherin.

Chapter 33

Harry idly played with bristles of his Nimbus 2001 as he listened to Preece attempt to rally the team in the dressing room. It was time for the second Quidditch match of the year, Hufflepuff against Ravenclaw. He knew he should probably be nervous, but somehow it just wasn't happening, the only feeling in his mind was restrained excitement. He loved flying and he loved being in the air, up there no one and nothing could touch him, he was in complete control of his every action, a feeling he was starting to enjoy more and more, on the ground as well as in the air.

He chuckled softly as he heard Lee Jordan's exuberant shouts; the boy drove McGonagall around the bend but was very entertaining to listen to.

"Hufflepufffff!"

Standing up he made his way out with the team, his magic thrumming in his fingers. The shouts of the crowd washed over him as they mounted their brooms and did a lap in formation, greeting the spectators.

"Lead by captain Malcolm Preece we have, O'Flaherty, McManus, Rickett, Fleet, Diggory and Potterrrrr!"

Jordan's booming voice drew huge cheers from the Hufflepuff section. Their loyalty to their own house was exemplary and the entire house always showed up for the Quidditch games.

The game came as a welcome stress relief for the entire school; things had been rather tense ever since Colin Creevey was petrified. Dumbledore had tried to convince people things were under control but few had believed him. Mistress Andromeda had taken leave after the petrification of Creevey, saying she had a hunch what was causing the issues but needed to confirm it.

"Let's keep the game clean gents and ladies."

His thoughts were interrupted as Madam Hooch released the Bludgers and the Snitch before throwing the Quaffle into the air, signifying the start of the game. He shot off like a rocket, his magic feeding the broom for maximum performance as he reached the Quaffle first. He didn't even slow down as he grabbed it, weaving past the Ravenclaw chaser team and doing a quick feint right before scoring a fast goal, catching the keeper flatfooted with his acceleration.

"Would you look at that, the Ravenclaw beaters didn't even get to the balls before Potter scored!"

A second of silence hit before a massive cheer erupted from the Hufflepuff section.

The game was on. Harry was in a trance as he weaved through both players and bludgers, his blood sang in his veins as he jerked the broom up and intercepted a pass made by their chasers. The beaters were instantly targeting him but he spiralled past the bludgers not even paying attention to which side was up or down. It was in his blood, the freedom of the air, the power of the broom and his own will to guide it. The keeper tried to anticipate his direction but his sudden changes of movement was already giving him grey hairs. A bludger rocketed towards him but compared to the spells of Madam Bones they might as well be moving underwater. He dodged under the bludger and threw the Quaffle at the same second, distracting the keeper just long enough for it to slip in past his fingers.

"Are you looking at this Wood? You better have a plan ready."

Harry glanced at the Gryffindor captain and saw him writing down line after line on a piece of parchment while practically foaming at the mouth. He almost felt sorry for their team, guessing Wood was going to drill them into the ground. Sensing someone heading for him he quickly ducked, barely dodging Jeremy Stretton, a burly sixth year Ravenclaw that clearly attempted to foul him. The man spat at him as he missed before he clearly and deliberately clipped O'Flaherty over the head with his boot. The Irish girl barely managed to keep a hold of her broom as she stabilized her flight, wobbling all over the pitch.

"FOUL! Blatching by Ravenclaw; penalty for Hufflepuff."

Loud boos rolled over the pitch and Harry saw Roger Davies, another Ravenclaw chaser berate Stretton. He felt his magic raging as he watched the cowardly bastard, he missed him so he went for a girl instead, something that was guaranteed to get you on Harry's bad side. Normally he wouldn't have been as bothered but Maxine had helped him a lot with chasing, helping him build techniques and strength. Had her grip slipped on the broom she could have been terribly injured. His blood practically thrummed for revenge as he watched him grin at Hooch. A noble Gryffindor might have turned the other cheek but that was not Harry, he was going to crush the bastard.

There's a reason he was placed into Hufflepuff instead of the other three houses. His ambition for power and parseltongue ability could have easily pushed him into Slytherin, his love for learning new spells might have pushed him into Ravenclaw and his sheer bravery might have pushed him into Gryffindor. But his strongest trait and perhaps his most terrifying one, was his loyalty, once given it could not be broken. Maxine O'Flaherty had earned his friendship by helping him out of kindness and that little shit had fucked with her, leaving little doubt in his mind that he was going to retaliate.

He barely paid attention as he took the penalty, with no one interfering he easily faked out the keeper and scored another ten points for Hufflepuff, much to the crowds' pleasure. When the game continued he carefully waited until Stretton had the Quaffle and felt a cold grin settle on his face as he saw him catch the ball. He sped up straight towards the bigger sixth year, making no attempts at changing his course. Stretton saw him coming and just smirked in return, expecting to smash him out of his way. Harry felt his magic pulsing under his skin as he sped up further, his magic coiling around his body, strengthening his smaller frame while his velocity kept increasing. The very second before impact he angled his knee with Stretton's chest and his elbow with his face.

While a normal person would have been knocked out of the way of the bigger object; that was not what happened here. Harry's elbow smashed past his guard crushing his nose while his knee drove deep into his ribs, cracking two of them as he was thrown off his broom. He barely had a second to realize what was happening before he smashed into the far side wall and crumpled into a pile on the pitch. His leg gave an audible snap as he fell on it, the sound easily traveling across the pitch.

Hooch's whistle blew and Harry gave an innocent shrug towards her, pointing towards the Quaffle.

"FOUL! Blatching by Hufflepuff, penalty for Ravenclaw."

She might have wanted to give a harsher penalty but by waiting for him to have possession of the Quaffle it was seen as a legitimate attempt to steal it, even if it was far too violent.

"Ooh, would you look at that, Potter was clearly not happy with the little stunt Stretton pulled."

Some of the spectators looked rather stunned at the violence as Stretton was being carted away by an irate Madam Pomfrey, but others remembered that this was not the first time something similar had happened. More than one person had seen the bathroom and the remains of the troll that had attempted to injure Granger and his run in with Malfoy had fed school rumours for months.

The lesson was becoming rather clear, attacks against his friends lead to brutal retaliation.

"Do not worry Madam Pomfrey, I, Gilderoy Lockhart shall fix this little bruise in a heartbeat."

All eyes turned to Lockhart as he did a bunch of loops with his wand before mumbling something unintelligible and pointing his wand towards Stretton's leg. Much to Harry's amusement the entire leg went slack and Pomfrey started loudly berating his idiocy for attempting medical spells without knowledge or talent to perform them. Harry grinned at verbal assault the man was receiving; he had quickly stopped asking Harry to demonstrate chapters of his books in his class after Harry asked some rather uncomfortable questions about how the man could be in two places at once. When he wondered if Madam Bones might know the answer the man had stopped asking him anything at all. Dirty incompetent fraud.

Preece signalled Diggory to fly to him,

"Catch the fucking snitch fast, no point attempting to milk more points out of this game as I think it's going to get dirty."

Diggory just nodded and started actively scouring the pitch for the snitch again. The Ravenclaw bludgers were almost exclusively being aimed at Harry now and he was given free rein to hunt for the elusive golden ball. Luckily only few minutes later he caught the snitch, ending the game with a decisive 410 to 110 score. Hufflepuff cheered wildly as they flew a quick victory lap before heading to the dressing rooms. Before they split up Maxine flew over to Harry and gave him a kiss on the cheek, her freckled face flushed from the exercise.

"Thank you."

Harry just shrugged,

"Just tried to get the Quaffle."

"Sure you did, thank you either way."

He smiled at her and went to wash up; missing the multitude of venomous glares being directed at Maxine from the Hufflepuff section. She noticed them and just grinned in return, she could almost taste the jealousy in the air.

XXX

It was a groggy Harry Potter that walked down to breakfast the next day, the party the evening before had been great but he should probably avoid going all out on the firewhiskey someone had smuggled there in the future. Still it had been fun, even if Maxine spent the entire evening flirting with him whenever he was close to Susan and Hannah, making both of them fairly pissed off. After that they were pretty much glued to his side all night, not that he minded to be honest. The awkwardness of what had happened under his invisibility cloak seemed to be simply ignored by them both, though he did spot Susan staring at his crotch every now and then, flushing every time he caught her. Maxine's smirk when she did flirt let him know she was doing it on purpose and he could definitively appreciate a good prank. He munched on his breakfast in peace before spotting Daphne Greengrass and Tracey Davis leaving the Slytherin table. Quickly standing up he muttered a quick "be right back" before walking over to them.

Daphne saw Potter coming, marching determinedly towards them and raised her eyebrows in question while she grabbed Tracey and nodded towards the boy. Potter nodded his head towards the door and they walked out of the great hall, turning towards him in question. Standing this close to him she had to admit he was pretty intimidating, he was among the tallest boys in their year but it wasn't really about height, it was more about a presence he projected. To her surprise he reached out a hand,

"Hey, Harry Potter, nice to meet you."

Her pureblood habit kicked in, overriding her surprise as she offered a hand, pleasantly surprised when he kissed it.

"Daphne Greengrass, pleasure to meet you too."

Tracey repeated her greeting and they both stood waiting for what the boy might want. Daphne tried to avoid shaking her hand, she could feel his magic lingering in it and it felt quite pleasant to be honest. Pleasantly powerful as well.

"I would like to broaden my horizons and get to know some of the people from other Houses. Would the two of you be interested in joining our study group sometimes, we usually meet in the Library after dinner?"

Well, this was not what she was expecting. She carefully thought it over; fraternizing with a Hufflepuff could lead to some issues in her house. On the other hand few would dare to actually do anything about it and it was after all Potter she was associating with. The boy was practically a mystery to everyone in the school, performing whatever spell they were assigned on his first try and with perfection every single time.

He was also incredibly private, always polite but rarely telling anyone anything about himself. Yet those that had his trust were nigh untouchable these days. She knew Malfoy loved to pretend like he ruled their year but some had noticed he never attempted to bully or harass Potter. Or Granger, Bones or Abbott for that matter. Their altercation during the first year had obviously scared the shit out of him and the subsequent actions of Potter against both the troll last year and Strettson yesterday had only furthered that image. That's not even considering the rumours regarding their DADA Professor suddenly disappearing at the end of the year with Potter in the hospital wing. The general impression most had gotten seemed to be that touching what Potter considered under his protection was costly, in more ways than one.

Then there was the issue about his heritage and his tutoring from a Black sister. No, there was no question about her answer here; Potter was a key player that would only grow larger during the years. Whatever she risked she also gained if she managed to gain his protection like the other girls had. She was Slytherin for a reason, ambition was in her blood.

She smiled a polite smile, "Sure, sounds good, I'll come take a look."

Tracey seemed to have reached the same conclusion and was only waiting for her response before also accepting the invitation.

Potter gave a smile that she had to admit was rather attractive, all that power and mystery packed into a Hufflepuff of all things.

"Nice, I'll see you guys around then."

He gave a little wave before walking back into the great hall, presumably to finish his breakfast. It was Tracey that spoke first.

"Well, that was interesting."

"Indeed, do you think he merely wants to broaden his horizons?"

"No, he has an agenda. However that agenda might profit us."

"Yes, he will be powerful."

Tracey only nodded in return, staring at the hand he had kissed. Daphne knew what she was doing, she could still feel his lingering magic around her own hand as well; it was hard to explain but felt like a warm comforting liquid, packed with static electricity, she could practically feel the power buzzing around her digits.

"He did that on purpose."

Daphne nodded, giving a little smirk.

"He knows how to attract a Slytherin. Power."

Harry was in a good mood for the rest of the day, that is until his reading was interrupted by a Patronus message.

"We need to talk."

Harry instantly recognized Mistress Andromeda's voice and packed his things, she had been gone for almost a month and to be honest he missed her quite a bit. She was by far the most important figure in his life, the one that had turned the boy from Surrey into what he was today. He gave the familiar password as he reached her door, slipping into her pleasantly warm room.

He spotted her sitting on the couch, clad in a comfortable silky black robe while sipping on a glass of white wine.

"Hey Harry, have a seat."

"Hello Mistress, glad you're back."

She smiled as she gave him a small hug in greeting before her face became serious again.

"My research was twofold but I think I was quite successful in my endeavours. First of all, the beast that roams the castle is most likely a basilisk. The strong petrification combined with a complete lack of bite marks easily narrows that list down. The lack of skin or lip damage also indicates it's not a spitting type of snake which only leaves the basilisk gaze as the culprit."

She took a sip of wine before continuing,

"Now the bad news is that the only indications of a basilisk roaming Hogwarts date back to the time of the founders. If it's truly Slytherin's basilisk then we are dealing with a monster that is likely to able to swallow a man whole, having had centuries, no, perhaps even a millennia of time to grow."

"Shit."

She gave him a look at his swearing that made him twitch but continued regardless,

"The good news however, has to do with your gift. Whereas snakes hiss by forcing air through a small opening to the trachea at the back of the mouth, humans obviously lack the physiology to replicate this ability. To compensate a parselmouth uses magic to modify their breath and vibrate the tongue to form individual words in parseltongue. In other words, by speaking parseltongue you channel magic through your mouth, something I know you have been struggling with."

Harry had wide eyes at this, channelling magic through his hands was almost subconscious at this point, but attempting to force it through his mouth had always ended in failure.

"Now, I want you to imagine a snake in your mind and talking to it, but make sure you identify the way the magic flows through your mouth. A snake charmer from India told me that with sufficient practice you will be able to modify your own voice, even when talking other languages. Things like volume, calming effects, coercion, perhaps even whispering across the room to specific people. Magic is your limit as you are in essence channelling magic through your voice."

"Umm, does that mean that Voldemort can also do all this?"

"Perhaps. People said that his voice alone could strike fear into the hearts of witches and wizards, whether that was because of his obvious power and presence, or if it was aided by his parseltongue is unknown. You would do well to assume that he knows how to do it though, the Dark Lord is not a wizard to be underestimated at any point. You may publicly ridicule him but do not for a second forget that if it wasn't for the ingenuity and sacrifice of your mother protecting you, he would rule Britain today."

She folded her long legs under her on the sofa before giving a small smile,

"Now enough of that, I want you to practice. Power and abilities are useless unless you have control over them, you have a new ability, ergo you must learn to control it to perfection."

Harry nodded before closing his eyes, trying to imagine the snake he spoke to earlier in his mind.

"Like thisss?"

"You are speaking parseltongue now Harry, focus on the feeling."

Harry mumbled nonsensical sentences while focusing on the way his magic felt. He could feel the warmth in his chest as he spoke, spreading softly through his throat and ending in his tongue. He tried to hold on to the feeling when he stopped speaking and realized it came almost naturally now that he recognized it. He didn't have the slightest idea how to modify it though. Keeping the magic steady he opened his eyes and tried to speak to Mistress Andromeda.

"Can you hear me?"

"Still parseltongue Harry, focus on the words in your mind while keeping the magic steady."

"Like thisss?"

He recognized the English words he spoke but it sounded like he had a small lisp, dragging the words. The way his tongue vibrated as he spoke simply felt strange.

"Like this?"

The feeling felt foreign, like he was fighting something but the smile that lit up Mistress Andromeda's face was well worth it.

"Excellent Harry, no matter how you got the gift it is clear it's a part of you. Your easy grasp of it speaks volumes. This also brings more credence to the stories referring to Salazar Slytherin as a 'forked tongue' or 'silver tongue'. No doubt a man with full mastery over this ability would make a terrifyingly charismatic orator."

A large grin spread across her face as she put down her glass of wine and pushed Harry down on his back on the wide sofa.

"My research also led me to other stories about the fabled parseltongue, including a member of the Wizengamot that overheard his wife discussing the incredible oral talents of a parselmouth."

She crawled over him, lifting her dark robes to expose the fact that she was going commando, obviously preparing for this moment. Having to go a whole month without any release had been surprisingly frustrating for her, having regular orgasms had never played a part in her life before, mostly because of her unfulfilling marriage, but now that she was used to it she was loath to give it up.

She placed her knees on both sides of his head, framing his face with her pale firm thighs.

"Apparently this Wizengamot member spoke to his colleagues regarding what he had heard and together they unanimously agreed that this must in fact be a very dark ability that allows parselmouths to so ensnare women. Never mind their own neglect of their wives."

She let out a small sigh of appreciation as she lowered her hairless mound to his mouth, feeling soft kisses and licks start to caress her lips.

"They could not find enough proof to make it illegal but they did manage to spread the rumour about the 'darkness of the art'."

A small giggle escaped her lips, "Always remember that Harry, jealousy can drive men, and women for that matter, to do the most petty and cruel things."

Harry nodded slowly before using the flat of his tongue to take a big lick over her smooth pussy. He could taste her musk and it was clear she was excited to finally experience his mouth again. Laying small kisses and licks around her puffy lips he could smell her arousal increasing as her slit got wetter. Moving forward he slipped his tongue between her lips, her taste flooding his mouth as he gently probed her tight channel. He didn't really mind his Mistress taste, the pleasure he knew he gave her more than made up for the small inconvenience. He sucked one of her lips into his mouth, gently suckling the juices from her skin and making her moan in delight.

"Oh Merlin, one month without this has been far too long. Keep going Harry!"

He chuckled against her drenched pussy, sending pleasant vibrations through her hips. Deciding to try his new ability he placed his tongue against her prominent clit and gathered his magic into his throat. He hissed out a mental 'Mistress' and could feel his magic flooding his mouth, making his tongue vibrate to simulate the foreign language. Mistress Andromeda jumped in shock at the feeling, letting out a surprised gasp of pleasure. She quickly lowered herself back to his mouth and Harry tried pushing more magic through his tongue like he was used to doing with his hands. His tongue spasmed over her sensitive bundle of nerves and he could feel more magic leaking through, inflaming her senses as she desperately grabbed his hair to stay put.

"Oh Merlin, oh Merlin, this makes all the research worth it, don't stop Harry!"

He had no intention of doing that, enjoying the way her pale thighs quivered around his face as her hips ground him into the sofa. He sucked her clit into his mouth as he let more of magic loose while pressing his tongue against it, making her gasp out loud before wildly twitching against his face, moaning and gasping as her orgasm hit like never before. His magic felt like gentle electricity, teasing every nerve and inflaming her senses. Her juices flooded him as he kept the suction up; prolonging her orgasm while sucking down her taste.

"Ohhhhhhhhh sweet Merlin's ball sack!"

She finally slumped against his face making him release her nub with an audible pop and pull back his magic. She seemed to be riding a euphoric high, giggling and twitching as he gently licked her folds clean, her legs too jelly-like to remove herself from his face. Taking deep breaths she could finally move again and practically fell off him before lying down on the sofa.

"Haha…ha...wow…So worth it. You might dislike your gift Harry but rest assured, any woman who experiences it will feel quite the opposite; that was exceptional."

Harry was surprised when she nodded off, falling asleep with a small grin on her face. He guessed the month of traveling combined with her sudden release made her relax enough to simply pass out. He couldn't help mirroring her grin as he picked her up and carried her to her bed, whatever issues he might have had with his ability had melted away like snow in the spring sun when he understood the benefits.

Chapter 34

Harry walked into the great hall with a small frown on his face; this supposed duelling club could be a great thing if it was led by someone like Flitwick who was an acclaimed duellist, but his gut told him that was not going to be the case. He had learned to trust his gut and had his trust once again rewarded when he watched Lockhart prance up on the stage, his shiny grin sparkling in the candlelight.

"Fuck."

His muttering wasn't as quiet as he thought when Hannah elbowed him in the gut with a small grin on her face.

"Shush Harry; this might turn out to be fun."

He gave her a highly sceptical look but she just kept grinning and nodded towards the stage where Snape had just entered. Harry felt a small vindictive smirk tug at his lips, if they got a demonstration then this evening might not turn out to be a complete waste of time after all. He might not like Snape but he knew the man completely outclassed Lockhart. He frowned at that thought, he was fairly certain half of Hogwarts outclassed Lockhart, not a very comforting thing considering he was supposed to be their teacher.

"Can everyone see me? Can everyone hear me? Good, good, I, Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin Third Class, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defence League and five-time winner of Witch Weekly's Most-Charming-Smile Award have decided to impart some of my extensive duelling knowledge to you students. Professor Snape has been kind enough to agree to participate in a small exhibition to show you what you will be learning."

Harry glanced at Snape and saw a disturbing gleam in his eyes and could barely keep a smile from forming. This evening might be quite alright after all.

"Severus would you be kind enough and take your position?"

"But of course Gilderoy."

Lockhart's smile slipped slightly as even he could make out the small undertones of malice in Snape's voice. He cleared his throat nervously,

"Right then, let us give these students a little show, nothing too dangerous of course; I wouldn't want to hurt you after all."

"How very kind of you Gilderoy." One could almost taste the sarcasm in his voice.

"Yes well, let's start, three, two, one, go!"

Lockhart threw out what looked like a sickly Stupefy, both underpowered and shoddily cast. Snape didn't even twitch as the spell flew past him before replying with a silent and clearly overpowered Expelliarmus, throwing Lockhart off the stage and into the wall. Harry could see more than one wide grin among the male students; Lockhart had quite the talent to manage to become even more disliked than Snape. Lockhart stumbled to his feet, his feet wobbling slightly as he climbed back on the stage.

"Yes well, what an excellently cast Disarming Charm. I obviously let the spell hit me to show our students what such a spell does."

Snape only sneered in return, not bothering to deign him with an answer.

"If we could have a pair of students up here to demonstrate another duel that would be great, it would be good to showcase the difference between teacher and student. Perhaps we could use..."

Snape's eyes gleamed before he cut in,

"Good idea Lockhart, how about Draco Malfoy and ... Harry Potter."

Harry frowned in surprise; Snape had kept himself professional in class so he stuck to Mistress Narcissa's orders of treating him with aloof politeness. He obviously had some sort of plan here, either to humiliate him or something worse, he had little doubt this was a set-up. Still, backing out at this point would make him look glaringly weak and was simply not an option. Harry swore softly as he walked up to the stage, vaulting on top of it with athletic ease, he needed to be prepared for anything. He eased his wand out with practiced hands and frowned as he watched Snape lean down and whisper something to Malfoy.

Lockhart stepped in between them,

"Alright lads, gives us a nice show, three, two, one, go!"

Harry cursed mentally as he watched Malfoy blatantly cheat and begin his spell before the countdown; he should have been expecting that.

"Serpensortia!"

A thick black mamba landed in front of his feet, surprising him by the spell choice as well by the complexity. This was advanced transfiguration, conjuration even, something a second year should not be capable of. The snake was staring out at the crowd and Harry was about to open his mouth to insult Malfoy for his reckless choice of spells when he realized his mouth was flooding with swirling magic. He shut his jaw with an audible click, realizing that the presence of the snake was automatically making him resort to parseltongue. His temper flared as he started piecing together the purpose of the duel as well as the choice of spells. Cursing again he forced himself to stay away from parseltongue and grunted out "Incarcifors!"

If his opponent would use transfiguration then so would he, Incarsifors was a similar spell to Incarcerous except that it transformed a nearby object into a prison for the target. He quickly closed the black snake into a cage made of transfigured stage floor, yet his fumbling with the language had again delayed him as Malfoy shouted out a quick "Stupefy!"

Suitably enraged at his tactic Harry didn't bother holding back in the least, slipping into the duelling stance Madam Bones had drilled into him. He parried the spell with contempt and flicked it straight towards Snape's face, feeling a brief flash of satisfaction as he watched the man's eyes widen in surprise and anger. A soft gasp went through the crowd, few of them recognizing the advanced duelling skill. He continued his wand motion with a muttered Expelliarmus, letting his magic bleed into the spell like he did during the summer. The speed and precision of the spell left Malfoy no chance to dodge and the soft crack that echoed in the hall let him know he had broken Malfoy's wrist as the boy was sent sailing off the stage. The brief moment of silence was broken by cheers from the Hufflepuff section, followed shortly by polite applause from the other two houses.

Hopping off the stage he sent a sneer at a red faced Snape that had easily blocked his spell. That fucker had clearly planned this, either by direction of Dumbledore or out of his own volition. Mistress Andromeda had warned the teachers the beast was a basilisk but had refused to explain how she knew for certain. Dumbledore had obviously suspected that the Horcrux was the reason she knew and that she was covering Harry's ability. This entire farce was obviously to expose his ability; no one would begin a duel with a dangerous animal they couldn't control, not even that idiot Malfoy. Unless he was told to do so.

He received polite nods and small smiles from Daphne and Tracey as he walked past them, yet the calculative gleam in their eyes sent a small shiver down his back. Showing off the fact that he could parry spells was not the smartest thing he could have done and clearly showed that he was receiving individual tutoring in duelling, not to mention the ease with which he had parried indicated that he was very advanced in the art for his age. Those two had joined their study group in a fairly frequent manner, exchanging polite conversation while playfully digging for information. They rarely tried to hide it though, so it didn't really bother Harry, he expected something like this from a Slytherin. Susan and Hannah hadn't been too pleased about their inclusion and Hermione had been nervous in the presence of Slytherins. The Slytherin girls had however made no comments about Hermione's blood or heritage, either because they didn't believe in blood purity or because they knew such comments would get them kicked out of the group very quickly. Still, Harry had to admit he enjoyed their quick wit and biting sarcasm, it didn't hurt that they were quite the attractive pair as well.

The pitiful girly moans of Malfoy brought him out of his thoughts and he had to occlude his mind to keep a vindictive smirk off his face. If the boy wanted to fuck with him he should be prepared for payback.

"Good job Harry" Susan leaned closer to whisper into his ear, "Auntie would be pleased."

Harry just grinned in return, if there was one family who might dislike the Malfoys more than the Weasleys it was the Bones. Madam Bones suspected Lucius Malfoy had played a part in the raid on Susan's parents' house but had never been able to prove it, as he had slipped out of her grasp by bribing those above her and pleading the Imperius curse. Harry was fairly certain that if she got the opportunity to arrest him again there would be an unfortunate fatal accident during the apprehension.

Lockhart paired them off and had them do some shielding and disarming exercises, yet when he tried to walk around and instruct people he either got it wrong or went off tangent talking about some fantastical adventure he had experienced. Harry ignored the man and tried to help the Hufflepuff's nearby, his girls could already perform the spells and this was a good opportunity to improve his reputation, something Mistress Andromeda always pushed him to do. The students listened surprisingly attentively to him, or well, perhaps it wasn't that surprising. He was already known as a prodigy and his earlier duel against Malfoy had been rather convincing. A few of the first, second and third year muggleborn or half-blood girls also suspected the reason they hadn't been subjected to bullying from the Slytherins was his presence in Hufflepuff.

It was a rather downtrodden Lockhart that sent them to their dorms that night; his performance hadn't exactly won him any new admirers.

XXX

The very next day Harry's hopes of a relaxing day were crushed when Dumbledore's voice echoed in the castle during their Charms lesson, ordering all students to their common rooms.

"What you reckon this is about then?"

Harry shrugged at Hannah, he honestly didn't have the foggiest, yet being sent to their dorms in the middle of day wasn't a good sign, especially with a potentially huge snake loose. He hadn't told the girls about the reptile out of fear that Susan would feel obligated to tell her Aunt, which would then have led to an investigation and the ousting of his parseltongue ability. If Dumbledore kept it quiet, then who was he to be blamed for doing the same? He didn't personally mind the ability anymore, yet he most certainly did not want it plastered all over official papers and thus spread to the press. He had however made all of them, even Hermione; promise to always move together as a group in the castle, something they were more than happy to agree with. That didn't mean he liked the situation, especially not after Mistress Andromeda told him someone had been slaughtering all the school roosters.

They slumped into one of the yellow sofas in the corner, the girls flanking him on both sides as had become their habit. They didn't have to wait long until an irate Professor Sprout entered the common room, striding into the middle where everyone could see her.

"All classes today are cancelled, there has been another... incident. Justin Fitch-Fletchley from our House and the Gryffindor Ghost have been petrified. Do not leave your common rooms."

Harry swore softly, what was Dumbledore playing at? He had been informed about the beast and should have proximity and danger wards all over the castle, alerting him if anyone placed a foot wrong.

"Justin was muggleborn."

He glanced at Susan, trying to swallow the bile that had bubbled up in his throat at her whispered comment. Hermione was alone in Gryffindor, he tried to escort her around as much as possible and convince her to stay with groups, yet she often ended up roaming alone as she stayed in the library far longer than her year mates. He could feel his magic straining under his skin, if that snake went for her he was going to make himself a new pair of boots out of its skin.

"Fuck."

The girls didn't even bother correcting his language this time; they found the word strangely appropriate.

"Good thing we're getting out of this castle in three days."

He found himself agreeing with Hannah, it was December the 18th, he was looking forward to a Christmas at Susan's.

"Hermione is staying in the castle over the holidays."

"What?!"

Harry stared in disbelief at Susan, why in Merlin's name would she stay in the castle at a time like this?

"Something her parents having to attend a conference in America and not having time; I invited her over to the Manor but she said she didn't want to intrude. She had also apparently promised to help some people from her year with an academic project."

Harry grumbled softly; not happy with the situation at all. If it was his own home he was inviting her to, he would maybe have been able to convince her, but it was very rude of him to attempt to invite someone else to the Bones Manor.

"Maybe I should stay in the castle just in case…"

A small smile played on Susan's face as she let out an amused sigh.

"Sure Harry, after you convince her that you should skip out on your own Christmas to protect weak little Hermione, you can explain to Professor Tonks why you should stay in the castle to do the Professors job for them. Of course that's after you explain to Auntie why you're backing out and leaving us to spend Christmas without you, especially after accepting the invitation."

Harry swallowed audibly, yeah that didn't sound like it was going to go over too well. In fact he was fairly certain at least one of them would hex him if he attempted to push that agenda.

"Right, well…maybe we shouldn't change our plans after all."

Hannah snorted at his hesitant response, not bothering to hide her sarcasm.

"Excellent idea Harry."

XXX

Harry climbed on board the Hogwarts Express after extracting a promise from an exasperated Hermione to be careful. Her argument, that with so many students leaving the school for the break, the odds were in her favour that the Heir had left the castle as well, did have some merit. He pushed the thought out of his head, Mistress Narcissa's words clear in his mind, 'do not bother your mind over matters you have no power over'.

The train ride was peaceful, especially with Malfoy staying in the castle. The boy had been strutting around like a peacock ever since the attacks had started, taunting everyone he came across with few exceptions. He had heard some of the Gryffindor boys speculate that he was the Heir of Slytherin but the idea just made Harry laugh, the boy had neither the talent do petrify people nor to control a basilisk, not to mention he was about as cunning as a stone, if he was the Heir he would have been caught within a week. His arrogance was however disturbing, especially when combined with Dobby's warning, his strutting worryingly pointed towards something orchestrated by Lucius Malfoy. Still, it was highly unlikely Draco knew anything significant about it; Lucius wouldn't be stupid enough to tell his son anything important, especially not with at least two confirmed Legilimencers in the castle. Say what you want about the man, his cunning or ambition were not things to be underestimated.

"Harry, you would do well to be careful during the following year. Lucius might not look the part but he is a ruthless man, if he thought the ashes of a hundred muggleborn children gave him power; then he would happily set them all on fire."

Mistress Narcissa's words from the summer sent a shiver down his back.

He was pulled out of thoughts as Daphne and Tracey entered their compartment. Harry instantly stood up and hefted their luggage into the overhead compartments with ease.

"Hello ladies."

Tracey had her usual little smirk on her face, her dark green eyes studying him. The two girls made a rather startling contrast, both purebloods from significant families, yet appearance wise they were very different. Tracey had a lithe body and was rather tall for her age, with dark brown hair and dark green eyes, whereas Daphne was the opposite, having clearly inherited the beauty of Amelinda Greengrass. High cheekbones raven black hair and icy clear blue eyes. She was already showing off very prominent curves, hinting at the woman she would grow up to be. Unlike Tracey her face was almost always kept neutral, Harry had little doubt she had received extensive Occlumency training.

"Hello Harry, Susan, Hannah."

"Potter. Bones and Abbott." Daphne gave a small nod to the girls, receiving a polite but cool one in return.

Tracey kept her eyes on Harry as he pushed her trunk around like a toy, making it fit into the small space.

"You know, there are spells for that."

Harry just shrugged in return.

"I have my entire library in that trunk, it's easy to move around on wheels but it weighs a ton."

Both the girls were now intently studying him, like a puzzle they were determined to solve. Harry shrugged again before returning to his seat between the Hufflepuffs.

"I'm pretty strong."

Tracey raised an eyebrow at the understatement while Hannah just snorted. Desperate to change the subject he continued,

"So, how has your House reacted to your meetings with us?"

Tracey gave him a patronizing smirk, she knew very well what he was doing, yet didn't bother fighting it. Trying to force information out of Harry Potter when he didn't want to share was about as likely as improving your spell casting by bashing your face into a wall.

"As expected. Malfoy threw a hissy fit but didn't dare to escalate it beyond shouting and swearing. The rest of the house was mostly interested in pumping us for information, anything solid on Harry Potter is worth quite a bit in the dungeons."

"And what did you tell them?" There was a surprising amount of venom in Susan's voice.

Daphne's cool voice cut in.

"Nothing. Potter is a Hufflepuff, leaking information about him would quickly cut us off the source; we know how your house deals with treachery. Of course we had little reason to tell them either way, they had nothing of equal value to trade."

"And if they had something of equal value to trade?"

Daphne just shrugged, not bothering to deign her question with an answer. She was a Slytherin and made no excuses. The action brought a small smirk to Harry's face, it was one of the reasons he liked the aloof girl, she made no apologies for her nature of using everything and everyone for her advantage. Discussions with the two had already taught him much about the Slytherin hierarchy, allegiance and power distribution, yet he had little doubt that they had also milked a similar amount of information out of him.

It wasn't a feeling everyone in the compartment shared, Susan's innate loyalty made her dislike the girls, she didn't like people she couldn't trust. The fact that that Tracey bitch kept covertly flirting with Harry didn't improve her mood either. Still, she kept her cool and stayed polite, a small hint of admiration bubbling in her as she watched the way Harry would trade words with the two of them, hidden meanings and implications in every sentence while they tried to pry information out of each other. It was the first time she really noticed the impact his tutoring had made on him, he would no doubt have been able to fit into the Slytherin house with ease.

Glancing at Daphne she noticed her blue eyes were glued on him, the girls seemed to become more interested in him with every conversation they had, he was by far the strangest Hufflepuff of them all, going against every stereotype of the naive and weak duffer. A stereotype she hated, it seemed like half of Hogwarts had conveniently forgotten famous Hufflepuffs like Bridget Wenlock, the Arithmancer that was the first to establish the magical properties of the number seven, or Artemisia Lufkin, the first witch to become Minister of Magic. That's not even mentioning Hengist of Woodcroft, the wizard who founded Hogsmeade or as a more recent example, her own Aunt who was a Hufflepuff through and through.

A few hours later their conversation was interrupted by the train whistle and Harry stood up to help them with their luggage, they were approaching King's Cross station. The young wizard acted as lineman as he cleared a path for them through the milling crowd. The strange group of Hufflepuffs and Slytherins still drew some stares, yet people were starting to expect the unusual from Harry Potter.

Stepping out of the train they drew more than one long look from the families waiting for their children, five major heirs moving together were certain to start a rumour or two.

"Come Harry, my parents want to meet you."

"My mother has expressed similar wishes Potter."

Harry nodded at the two Slytherins, before turning to Susan.

"I'll catch up to you guys in a bit."

She frowned but nodded, not much she could really argue about, to deny their parents request would be rather rude. Tracey led them through the milling crowd to a couple standing near one of the benches. It was easy to see where Tracey got her body from; both were very tall, the woman especially standing out because of her tall stature. Dark brown hair framed an oval face with equally brown eyes, her robe highlighting her lithe figure. Tracey's eyes were obviously from the man, identical dark green eyes stared out from a rugged face, the man was almost half as wide as he was tall and Harry doubted any of that mass was fat. He remembered Tracey mention that her dad had played professional Quidditch as a beater and it clearly showed; the man looked like he could snap a man in two. The look the man was giving him forced him to draw on his Occlumency, to keep from fidgeting, it was not a friendly one.

"Mum, dad, this is Harry Potter."

The woman offered her hand,

"Hello, Elise Davis, pleasure to meet you."

Harry kissed her hand by habit, earning a small approving smile from her.

"The pleasure is mine Lady Davis."

The man stepped forward, the small glint in his eyes making Harry instinctively draw on his magic. Something he was immensely grateful for when he shook his hand. The grip was firm from the start and the man quickly ramped up the pressure, his meaty hand putting enough pressure on his smaller one to crush it. Harry merely ramped up his magic in response, strengthening his hand and returning the favour, putting an equal amount of force on his opponents hand while meeting his dark green eyes with his own emerald orbs, wisps of magic dancing around his pupils while Occlumency kept his face expressionless. The man frowned in surprise before a small pleased grin spread on his face as he released his hand.

"Roger Davis, Head of the House of Davis, good to see there is some truth in some of the rumours at least."

He sent an approving look at Tracey as he said that, he had obviously not been expecting much of her new friend. Harry kept his neutral mask up and nodded, hiding his dislike for the little 'test'.

"A pleasure."

Roger only seemed to find his answer amusing.

"I'm sure."

Their conversation was cut short when a woman that drew more than one appreciative glance waltzed through the crowd, her hips swaying in ways that lead men's eyes and thoughts to areas that were certain to anger their wives. Harry recognized her instantly and had to fortify his Occlumency to keep his face passive. Amelinda Greengrass, the woman he had met at Mistress Narcissa's Christmas party. Her eyes lit up when they landed on him and her purring voice sent a shiver down his back.

"Oh my, Harry Potter, my daughter has had much to say about you."

Before he could respond she moved up and engulfed him in a hug, completely catching him by surprise. He could feel her significant breasts press against his chest and she deliberately exhaled against his neck, her hot breath washing over his skin. Harry realized she was fishing for a reaction and was relieved that he had prepared his Occlumency in advance. Whereas any other teenage male would have been a flushing stuttering wreck at this point, Harry didn't think her seduction was quite on par with Mistress Narcissa's. He managed to keep his face neutral and gave a polite bow in return.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Lady Greengrass."

She seemed surprised at his lack of reaction before a small pout settled on her ruby lips. Yet when her eyes glanced over his, he could have sworn he felt a feather light touch on his mind, something that instinctively made him completely clear it. He wasn't sure if he imagined it but her pout turned into a small appreciative smile and she curtsied in return.

"Amelinda Greengrass Mr Potter, it would seem my daughter was not mistaken."

Harry glanced at Daphne, remembering his hypothesis that she was practicing Occlumency at all times to keep her face passive. This recent encounter with Mrs Greengrass only seemed to reinforce that theory; if her Legilimency was that advanced then he had little doubt that she was extensively tutoring Daphne in the Mind Arts. He gave Daphne's mother an appreciative look, what an incredibly dangerous combination, all that seductive power to make you lower your defences only to find your secrets plucked out of your head by a master of the Mind Arts. The woman seemed to preen under his eyes, noticing his look and smiling mischievously in return, like she knew exactly what he was thinking. The thought sent a shiver through his spine, if she was this adept at Legilimency, did it mean she had been scanning him during Mistress Narcissa's party? He suddenly had trouble identifying what her smile meant, was it a "impressive for your age" smile or a "I know something you don't" smile. Harry felt cold sweat slip through his Occlumency and had to forcibly keep his hands from shaking.

He almost sighed in relief when Susan showed up with Madam Bones, giving him an excuse to bid them farewell and depart for Bones Manor. When the portkey arrived he sprawled on his knees and threw up all over their lawn, if Greengrass knew then he was in such deep shit.

"Harry! Are you alright?"

He just waved Susan away, stumbling to his feet. He gave a sickly smile in return.

"Y-yeah, magical transportation just doesn't agree with me."

Both Bones women gave him sceptical looks but he barely noticed, trying to keep his panic at bay, oh Merlin, what the fuck was he going to do?

Chapter 35

Two days had passed since he had met Amelinda Greengrass at the train station and Harry was still a nervous wreck. Sleeping poorly, barely eating and snapping at Susan when she tried to help. Thoughts and possibilities kept whirling through his mind, what if she knew, what if she told, what if she demanded something of her own? He felt like he was wearing a hole in in the floor of his guestroom but he couldn't stop pacing, too jittery to sit down and relax

A quick couple of knocks on his door startled him, but before he could even respond Madam Bones walked in, closing the door behind her.

"What is it?" He snapped.

She sent a chilling stare right back at him, making him snap his mouth shut.

"Sorry, uh, I'm not feeling that well."

"Bullshit Harry."

She leaned against his desk, crossing her arms under her significant bust as she studied him.

"You have been behaving like a bear shot in the arse ever since the train station, the rings around your eyes tell me you haven't been sleeping well and when you're eating it looks like you're forcing down something vile. Susan is also depressed because you have been ignoring her and snapping at her for no reason."

He cringed slightly at that, feeling guilt well up in him at the way he had been treating her.

"Now, I'm not going to let you ruin my girl's Christmas, so we will talk. No, don't bother arguing, either you talk willingly or I will make you talk."

Harry sent a glare at her at the ultimatum, unconsciously gathering his magic at the threat. She merely raised one elegant eyebrow in response.

"Merlin you are high strung."

He flushed at that, releasing the magic as the fight went out of him and he slumped on the bed. Amelia walked over and crouched in front of him, leaning into his face.

"Come on Harry, how am I supposed to help you if you won't tell me what's bothering you?"

Her willingness to help broke down his last wall and he sighed deeply before hesitantly telling his story. He explained how he suspected she was a Legilimencer and how he had ran into her at Mrs Malfoy's party, leaving out any unnecessary details about what he had been doing there. He told her about how good she was and how worried he was that she had rooted through his head.

When he was done Amelia leaned back on her hands in thought, giving Harry a rather spectacular view of her freckled cleavage. Harry shook his head, not the best time to be having those thoughts.

"This party was at Malfoy Manor yes?"

"Uhh, yeah."

"Then I find it unlikely that she would have penetrated your mind."

Harry looked up in total surprise, with a small tinge of disbelief visible on his face.

"Ah, I forgot you have only read the very basics of wards. All old families have extensive wards around their homes, defensive wards, intent wards, proximity wards, offensive wards, obscuring wards, you name it; you can probably find it. There's a reason why guests never cast magic in someone else's house and it's not just because it is considered rude. Depending on the type of warding, the magic can react very negatively to any magic cast by people not belonging to the main family. At the very least almost all homes have basic detection wards, letting the blood know when someone is channelling magic under their roof.

She smiled at his gobsmacked face, sitting down in front of him to continue her explanation.

"Considering who Lucius Malfoy is; I would expect every single ward available to be plastered on top of the Malfoy Manor. Now there's a possibility that Mrs Malfoy may have specifically keyed in Mrs Greengrass to their wards and given her leave to cast, but does that sound like something she would do?"

Harry didn't have to think long about that, the odds of Mistress Narcissa giving up any power, no matter how insignificant, to anyone else was incredibly slim. He shook his head in response making Amelia smile slightly.

"Indeed. Now even if she did have permission, you have to consider that you have grasped Occlumency very well and have had capable defences up for some time. The possibility of her scanning your surface thoughts exist, but for anyone to delve deeper into the mind of an Occlumens is extremely difficult, especially without the victim noticing the intrusion."

Harry let out a huge breath in relief as her explanation pierced through his stunned mind, lying back on the bed in elation. Her tone became much sharper for her next sentence.

"Now, is there a reason why you spent the last two days sulking in your room instead of consulting me immediately?"

Harry flushed slightly, he didn't sulk…he brooded, in a manly way. At least that's what he told himself. Thinking the whole thing over he realized he had overreacted, instead of gathering information he had been acting like an idiot. This wasn't something he planned on telling Mistress Narcissa, she'd have him reading those incredibly boring logic books all day again if he did. Amelia scoffed at his lack of response.

"Hmph, thought as much. Now that this ridiculous issue is solved, you will march up to my niece's room, knock on her door and very kindly and pitifully ask for forgiveness for being an ass."

Harry opened his mouth to argue but snapped it shut before his tongue could take leave of his wits again. He really did owe her an apology. He felt like an idiot for that matter, Mistress Narcissa always told him to use all resources available to him, yet he had completely ignored the fact that he had access to the head of the DMLE.

"Yeah, will do. And uh… sorry about everything Madam Bones."

"Oh we'll get to the apology you owe me later tonight."

The smirk that accompanied that sentence made him flush slightly and he quickly slipped out of the room to make amends with Susan.

Susan turned out to be quick to forgive him; she only needed a bit of grovelling and a sincere apology before she hugged him in acceptance.

"I know you have some secrets but please don't lock me out again. I'm just happy you're okay again Harry."

The words surprisingly made him flush; something he thought had gotten far better at controlling. She really was far too kind for him; he needed to make this up for her. His mind made up he quickly dispatched Hedwig for an emergency order to the Diagon Alley jeweller. The promise of a bonus made the owner happy to oblige with his request and within hours Harry had a far more impressive gift than the usual ready for Christmas. Dangling from a very fine chain of enchanted gold hung a small Potter crest, the Potter lion magnificently sculpted into a small shield, two small emeralds highlighting the eyes. It was hunched over, guarding a capital P made out of platinum. Harry was no expert but he considered it a very nice looking necklace, as it should be considering the price he had to pay.

He also knew that giving his own crest to Susan to wear signified that she was under his protection, which also meant she was under the protection of House Potter. There were other more private meanings behind the gift, one of them being that he expressed interest in her through the gift. He had little doubt that if he wanted to start dating any girls around his age then it would be among his friends. Showing Susan that he was interested in her the way he knew she was interested in him wasn't something he minded.

Sitting down for dinner that evening it felt like a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders and he suddenly found himself ravenous, gorging himself on all the food while trying to keep his table manners in check. Susan seemed amused and he had to admit it was nice to see a smile on her face again; he really had acted like a prick. Conversation flowed freely now that he wasn't hindering it anymore and he found himself enjoying being at the Manor again. Madam Bones however didn't seem too impressed yet, she was clearly pleased he had made up with Susan but he knew he still owed her an apology. To be honest he agreed with her and was genuinely thankful she had forced him to open up. Harry knew he had issues asking people for help and even though he usually disliked people butting in, Madam Bones had greatly eased his state of mind by making him explain his problem and then logically dissecting it until he was unsure why he had been so worried in the first place. The dinner eaten Harry thanked the elves before excusing himself, but when he passed Madam Bones she covertly leaned in to his neck, her whispered breath washing over his ear.

"My room, midnight."

Harry nodded quickly before accompanying Susan upstairs, it looked like he was going to be given his chance to apologize to the Matriarch of the Bones family. He knew what she implied and he didn't really mind at all, as far he was concerned he owed her one and wouldn't mind repaying it.

Harry lounged on his bed passing the time until midnight, trying to read into the introductory Ancient Runes books. He knew all wards were based on three things, runes, Arithmancy and sufficient power to cast it. He had a head start on Arithmancy thanks to Mistress Andromeda's tutoring from before he even started Hogwarts; it was after all only another form of math. Runes were however a mystery to him, but with everything that had happened he realized he couldn't leave such a huge hole in his knowledge until the third year when they would finally get to pick their electives. He was somewhat surprised with the ease he was memorizing the runes; the book indicated this should be much harder. Harry mentally shrugged before continuing reading, wouldn't be the first time he deviated from what was considered normal. Two years ago he might have moaned and cried over not being 'normal', but after his Mistresses influence he had understood to embrace it as a strength rather than treat it as a weakness.

Glancing at his watch he saw the thick hand creeping up on twelve o'clock and promptly stowed his book before creeping out into the hallway. Reaching Madam Bones door he hesitated for a second considering if he should knock, but decided that if she expected him then that was unnecessary noise. Grasping the handle he felt a ward quickly size him up, recognize him and grant him entrance. Slipping into the room he closed the door behind him, feeling wards snap back into place, covering the rich bedroom.

Harry spotted Madam Bones instantly, lying in the bed rifling through a report. He swallowed softly as his eyes roamed over her, the sheet came over her breasts, but the lack of clothing above it indicated she was nude underneath as well. Her eyes darted to him as he slipped in before they glanced at the clock on the wall, seeming to frown slightly in surprise. Harry guessed she hadn't even realized how late it was, wondering how often her work kept her up.

Amelia looked at the dutiful boy as he waited for a response, feeling a flicker of heat and excitement building inside her. She vividly remembered the pleasure he had given her during the summer, after all it was the only time she had gotten release from someone else in the last decade. Being honest with herself she had to admit she was looking forward to this, her work had been piling on like mad lately and the whole debacle over in Hogwarts was giving her grey hairs.

She wanted to move aurors into the school and have patrols covering every floor but Dumbledore was counteracting her every move. What was worse was that he had several Hogwarts laws and regulations to support him, not to mention that he spent a good time influencing the Minister to see things his way. This annoyed Amelia greatly, why didn't he spend all this time hunting for the culprit instead. That's not even mentioning Lucius Malfoy of all people supporting her, which had thrown her for a loop, why would he want her to place aurors in the school if the culprit didn't target purebloods? To undermine Dumbledore? To establish a Ministry presence in the school? Noticing the boy fidgeting she realized she hadn't said anything yet and decided to let her mind travel elsewhere tonight. The Potter Heir was after all an excellent travel guide when it came to directing her mind to other things.

"Good, you're here. I believe you owe me an apology Mr Potter."

Harry shivered slightly at the huskiness of her voice and when she lifted up the edge of the sheet with her bare foot he had little doubts about what she wanted.

"Yes I do Madam Bones."

He climbed up on the huge bed and slipped under her soft sheets, the brief amount of light allowing him to glimpse her complete nudity underneath, her pale skin glowing in the faint light. Remembering how she had reacted during the summer he decided to give her a similar full work over he sometimes gave Mistress Narcissa.

Allowing the sheet to fall back down and cover him he reached out for her foot, gently starting to massage her manicured soles. He pushed some magic through his fingers, letting some leak into her flesh as his fingers danced over her elegant foot. A small shiver of pleasure went through her leg and he took that as his cue to gently suck her big toe into his mouth, again letting magic flood all over her before giving all her toes the same treatment, not forgetting to tease between her toes either. By the time he was done with both her feet he could already hear her laboured breath and the way she was instinctively parting her legs, clearly hoping for more stimulation. Harry however took his time, letting his calloused hands work up her toned calves to her thighs, his mouth placing small magic infused kisses and licks all over her flesh.

Her legs were splayed wide by the time he reached her pussy, her arousal obvious by the heavy musk that had engulfed the air underneath the sheet. Harry let a small grin spread on his face as he carefully licked up and down the junction of her thighs, coming so close to her lips but never fully touching them. He could hear her groan as he skipped over her soaked pussy and started laying kisses on her stomach instead. She had the kind of stomach he loved, soft but with a hint of muscle underneath, rippling with every breath she took, evidence of her active lifestyle and constant practice in duelling.

Reaching her breasts he felt his breath leave him for a second, they were everything he had imagined. Two magnificent globes of flesh, larger than any he had seen before. A hint of freckles dusted the pale flesh and the firmness was something any woman would wish for. Her reddish brown nipples were large and clearly erect, yet compared to the rest of her breasts they even seemed small. He swallowed softly before gently reaching out and grasping them, marvelling at the texture that filled his hands as his fingers moved over the silky skin. Unable to resist his mouth soon followed, sucking one of hard nipples into his mouth, barely registering the hitch in her breath as he started teasing the nipple with his tongue. The added magic made her groan and writhe underneath him but he wasn't paying attention as he switched to the other nipple, rolling the wet one he had left behind between his fingers, feeling her body shiver underneath him.

"Harry…please..."

His grin returned full force when he heard her needy voice, he loved this part of teasing a strong woman. The exact moment when the powerful face fell away and the desperate need overtook their dignity, making them plead for release. He wasn't finished yet though and instead of heading south he moved his mouth over her soft flesh up to her armpit, pushing her hand up so he had free access to the erogenous zone. He licked and sucked the normally untouched flesh, tasting a hint of strawberry, no doubt from her bath earlier, before flooding her with magic again. She was panting and moaning now, her hips trying to grind against his thigh and he had to grab her wrist when he noticed it moving towards her crotch.

"Please...I can't take it anymore."

"I have to be thorough with my apology Madam Bones."

"Please...you are forgiven…just touch me!"

"As the Madam wishes."

Harry smiled as he moved down to her inflamed pussy, Amelia was spreading her legs as widely as possible, clearly begging for release. He moved close and softly blew on her sensitive flesh, making her gasp softly before moaning again, her hips jerking towards his face. Deciding to finally take mercy on her he grabbed her with both arms and slowly licked the flat of his tongue up, all the way from her twitching rosebud to the top of her slit, teasing the clit on the way. Her breathy groan sounded like music and he quickly slipped his tongue into her soaking channel, mentally forcing her parseltongue to react while swallowing her taste as it flooded his mouth. She squealed softly before grabbing his hair with both hands, alternatively pushing him deeper or pushing him away, the sudden influx of sensations driving her crazy. He felt her legs seize up around his head, saw the way her muscles tightened across her flat stomach and knew she was peaking, the strength of it taking her voice away.

Two of his fingers quickly slipped into her slit as he engulfed her clit, the come hither motion of his digits combined with the suction on her clit serving to prolong her pleasure. He kept the magic steady, constantly flooding her while showing no signs of letting up as her muscles started seizing, letting him feel the way her pussy undulated around his fingers, both sucking them in and trying to crush them at the same time.

"Oh Merlin! Oh Merlin! Oh Merlin!"

With a last silent scream her grip suddenly slacked and he gently eased his fingers out before replacing them with his mouth. She was still twitching and shivering as he gently sucked her lips into his mouth, cleaning up the juices from her oversensitive flesh. Her hands looked to be almost cramping as she released the vice-like grip she had on his black locks. Her panting breath finally evened out and with a final long lick he removed himself from underneath the sheet, savouring her unique taste.

He was surprised to find her passed out on the bed, her report carelessly thrown over the pillow next to her and a relaxed smile on her face. Harry chuckled softly but made sure to keep it quiet, carefully tucking her in with the sheet before turning off the magical lamps, drowning the room in darkness. The wards easily let him out and he calmly slipped back into his own bedroom.

XXX

Harry waved goodbye to an amused Madam Bones as he boarded the Hogwarts Express on the third of January. The rest of the holidays had gone swimmingly and the look on Susan's face when he gave her the necklace had definitively been worth it. The jewellery in question received its fair share of significant looks as they sat down in their usual compartment with the other girls. Susan pretended like it wasn't such a big deal but he caught her playing with it constantly, or simply admiring the way it looked in the mirror. Hannah would have been jealous about it, but he had at the last moment realized that if he didn't get something similar to her then the chemistry of their group would crash and burn. Thus Hannah was now wearing a bracelet with an identical crest on it, running her fingers over it without even noticing.

Harry had honestly been surprised at how pleased they had both been when they realized they were both wearing the crest. He simply chalked it up to things he would never understand about women.

The train ride back was calm yet there was a certain tension among the students, none of them had forgotten what was happening in the school they were returning to. Harry had heard about quite a few students who were receiving tutorship for the rest of the year instead of braving the castle for another term. He couldn't fault them, but such an action simply wasn't an option for him. Not only would it look weak if he ran away from the danger but he knew Dumbledore would never allow it. If an icon like The-Boy-Who-Lived decided Hogwarts wasn't safe enough then half the kids in Britain would be removed by concerned parents. He felt his magic rise in anger at his lack of control over his own life but slowly soothed it, in only six months he would be thirteen. He could then claim the Potter Lordship, most likely the Black one as well and assign Mistress Tonks as his guardian. Whereas he was legally an adult at that age, he knew such a thing would never hold any water in the Wizarding world, no one took a thirteen year old seriously; thus Mistress Tonks was a godsend.

Glancing at Daphne and Tracey he noticed they were in quite the good mood, apparently his performance in front of their parents had sparked their interest as well, thus leading to the girls having their parents blessing for any contact made with him.

He made some polite small talk with them and was soon pleased to hear the train whistle signal that they were reaching Hogwarts, he had honestly missed Hermione quite a bit. He didn't even realize at what point the girl had grown on him, but once they had chipped away her eagerness to please the teachers and added some calm thinking to her repertoire she had become a good friend. The girls providing her with some magical shampoo and his fixing of her teeth had also served to make her quite cute, which combined with the tight muggle clothes she liked to wear sometimes made it hard for him to keep his eyes away from her tight…

He felt a tightness start to form in his pants and quickly directed his thoughts elsewhere, so perhaps he had a bit more interest in her than in just a friend. Stepping off the train he was expecting to be greeted by her usual bear hug only to raise his eyebrows in surprise when she was nowhere to be found on the platform. Spotting McGonagall directing the students he walked over to her.

"Excuse me Professor McGonagall, would you know where Hermione is?"

He felt his hackles rise as she was clearly caught flatfooted by the question.

"Ms Granger is currently unavailable Mr Potter."

His magic instantly flooded his body, surging down his limbs and he stepped in to her personal space, a slight glow already emanating from his eyes. Even the thickest of Gryffindors would have recognized her evasion for what it was.

"What do you mean, unavailable, Professor McGonagall. There's no chance she wouldn't show up to greet us, she has no friends in Gryffindor."

She seemed to flinch slightly at that statement before her eyes softened and she leaned in, keeping her voice low to not alert anyone else.

"There has been an incident; Ms Granger is in the Hospital Wing."

"What the FUCK?"

A/N Posted this one early to make up for not posting for so long, if I continue with the current segment blocks there will be one more of this fic and I'll have posted all I have, if anyone somehow has anything past Chapter 43 feel free to let me know and send it in.

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