Chapter 3: Guess who's back?
Warning: Adult content in this chapter; read at your own discretion.
As the days continued to fly by, the two different factions consisting of Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix group and Voldemort's Death Eaters were making plans. Dumbledore's group was stretched thin as they did not have the necessary numbers to meet the Death Eaters head-on, so they were reduced to trying to spread the word of Voldemort's return, gather allies, and any kind of intelligence that would prove useful. On the other hand, Sirius had other plans as he refused to sit around waiting for the enemy to make a move. His discussion with Alastor and the others said it all as they knew something dangerous was about to happen. Dora was sworn into the Order of Phoenix days later, much to her annoyance.
She cared nothing for Dumbledore's group or their mission and quickly became annoyed with the man's methods. Though that was not the only thing that annoyed the young metamorph as Charlie kept trying to get into her pants, but she wouldn't allow him the chance. Whenever he hit on her, she would curse or hex him. Sometimes she would allow Sirius to use the magic around the house to discipline him. Of course, it didn't help when Molly tried to play matchmaker between the two, often suggesting that they pair up for assignments. However, it was not a complete loss as she could get some valuable information and pass it on to Alex, Severus, and the others. Another bonus to being a part of the Order was that she could spend some quality time with Remus.
Much to their embarrassment, Sirius often joked and made snide remarks about the pair. It became increasingly clear that Nymphadora had a crush on Remus, and it was clear that he wanted her as well. Although there was one problem: he couldn't get over the fact that he was a werewolf. Something that would often irritate Dora to no end as she made it clear that she didn't care about his affliction.
During their next meeting, Dumbledore came in with a plethora amount of things to discuss. The first starts with Frank's decision to move the House of Longbottom to the Grey faction. This alone generated considerable debates among the others, with Albus being the most vocal. "Frank, while I understand your reasons why you decided to convert your House to grey. However, I do not think it was the best time to make such reckless move…especially with Voldemort back."
"It's because he's back that I moved my family," Frank countered, becoming slightly irritated about the subject. "During the last war, our secret keeper sold us out to those scumbags, and they stole years from Alice and me. As a result, our son was forced to grow up without either of us. Had we taken better precautions and used lethal force, we would not have been tortured into insanity," gritting his teeth. The day it was discovered that Barty Jr. was alive brought back some old memories and made his blood boil.
He would like nothing more than to make the bastard suffer even more for what he did to his wife and him. Sadly, though, it was not to be, as he had no jurisdictions intervening in ICW affairs.
"And I am content with my decision," firmly stating that the matter was closed. "Move on."
Dumbledore sighed deeply and went to address the next person. "Bill, regarding your talk with the goblins, how likely can we expect to have their support?"
"I have spoken to a few of them along with the other members from my department," diverting his eyes away from Dumbledores. "The goblins have decided to stay neutral in the coming war as they did not see any benefits of getting involved with you…and needless to say, my colleagues have voiced their opinions about joining up with someone like you. That and…"
"Please, William continue," Dumbledore insisted.
"Well, they do not believe that you are fully qualified to lead them given your recent actions and inactions during the past few years," Bill answered. The people he worked with stated their reasons for not joining, though they used more colorful words. "All the same, it would be best to not approach them about the matter again."
Dora gave an unladylike snort cutting Dumbledore off. "That is probably for the best," firmly stating, "as their reasons are valid. If I were to make an educated guess, I say that they either lived through the last war and saw the destruction or know what our so-called leader has been doing when school is in session," emphasizing the leader part. The last part was not what she wanted to say, but she held her tongue.
Bill could only nod.
"Damn, Nym, you have got to relax. As a matter of fact, I could probably…" Charlie's attempts at wooing her were irritating.
"…removing your arm before I break it and file a restraining order against you for harassment," Dora snapped, removing his arm from around her shoulder. "And don't call me Nym. We are not friends. What happens to you is of no importance to me. That means if you are maimed or end up dead."
"Nymphadora, I am only trying to—"
She cut him off with a quick jab to his neck, cutting off some of his oxygen. Then slammed his face on the table, breaking his nose, took one of the metal forks from the table, and stabbed his right hand, causing him to scream in pain. Maintaining her grip on his neck, she briefly transformed her hand into a dragon's claw. The sharpness of her claws slowly began digging in.
"Don't make me tell you twice," venom dripped from her mouth. The further her claws went, the more he screamed.
"Dora, I understand your anger at him, and believe me, he does deserve another beating," Bill glared at his brother, who looked pleadingly back. "However, I must ask that you release him. Please."
She closed her eyes, released a breath, and slowly released her grip on Charlie's neck. Before he could raise his head and she punched him in the mouth, causing the loss of a tooth.
"Young lady," Molly began to raise her voice. "That was not even—"
A quick silencing charm from the young metamorph immediately shut the woman up. Dora used her wand to add a runic array to the spell so it wouldn't come off. "The spell will stay on you for two days." Briefly looking to the right, she saw a ghost smile on Alastor's face.
The retired Auror was impressed with his former protégé and was mentally glad that someone had finally shut Molly up. Her tirades were seriously grating on his nerves.
"My dear Nymphadora, would you please remove—" Albus attempted to speak, but she cut him off. "I have told you not to call me Nymphadora. To you, it is Ms. Tonks or Dora. Get it through your thick head, old man. If you call me Nymphadora again, then you will not like the consequences," her hair began cycling between different colors.
"My apologies, Ms. Tonks," correcting himself. "I am an old man. Will you please remove the charm and ward on Molly's mouth?"
"No!" She saw how Arthur Weasley tried to remove the spell from his wife's mouth. "The red banshee needs to learn not to raise her voice. I am not her child and have no desire to be a member of her family. Arthur and Bill are the only ones that I respect. As for the rest, I couldn't care any less. Also, should he continue to try and remove the silencing charm while it is reinforced with the array, then it will inhibit her ability to speak for a week."
Albus gave a tired grandfatherly sigh as Arthur put his wand away. He loved his wife dearly, but there were times when her mouth would indeed cause problems. "Very well, then," he began by shooting her a look of disappointment that didn't phase her in the slightest. "I believe you have something to say regarding Bill's report."
"Yeah, let's go with that as I have a lot to say," narrowing her eyes at him and making sure her occlumency shields were up. "I think it was wise they refused to join under you. I alone was reluctant to join at first and still have reservations about the decision. The only reason why I joined was because Sirius asked me to."
"In my time here, I've seen a lot of pointless debating and not enough results. You have us guarding the Department of Mysteries for no apparent reason…other than saying it is important."
"It is important. More important than you can possibly imagine," Albus bit back. "Above all, we must not allow Tom to get his hands on the prophecy."
She scoffed. "Yes, yes, the so-called prophecy that is important. We have already had this discussion, and you refuse to tell us what it says or why Voldemort," ignoring the others shuddering, "would want it. Frankly, it's a big waste of time."
"My dear, I must insist that you trust me on this," Albus was starting to grow irritated. The girl was too much like her mother, Andromeda. It shocked him to learn that she was never disowned from the House of Black for marrying a muggle-born, as the Blacks were known for accepting purebloods in their family. They could also be a real pain when they've set their mind on something; stubborn and ruthless.
"Trust works both ways," Dora stubbornly replied. "You ask me to trust you, but how can I do that if you don't trust me? Only a fool would act on little to no information…, and I am no fool. So spill, or we're done!"
A few others like Mad-Eye, Sirius, Remus, Kingsley, and Bill agreed with her while the others sent glares. Molly, in particular, was fuming as the color of her hair mirrored her face. Mad-Eye was the most pleased at her skepticism and cautiousness.
Dumbledore's blue eyes flared with indigitation. Eyeing some of the others, he decided to throw them a bone "without going into the exact wording. The prophecy states that Harry and Voldemort will have to face off in a final confrontation. Despite what he thinks Harry will have a power the Dark Lord knows not," that seemed to placate them somewhat. "As for why we're guarding it, Voldemort only heard the first half but is unwilling to go there himself as it would mean revealing to the world that he is back."
"Are you trying to tell me that we are risking our lives to guard a prophecy that he may or may not retrieve? And what fool would believe in Divination? It's a useless branch of magic," Dora looked furious.
Dumbledore ignored what she said and continued, "useless or not, Voldemort believes in the prophecy and wants to hear its contents. This is why we must guard the Department of Mysteries."
"Or we could take a pragmatic approach and use it as a trap," she suggested. "Instead of wasting our time guarding it, we can use it as a chance to capture some of his Death Eaters." Alastor, Sirius, and Remus silently agreed with her. "It's like you said he cannot retrieve it himself…dragon's dung, in my opinion. I may not work in that department, but I am aware of its security measures, and prophecies can only be retrieved by those who are about their made to or who have previously heard it."
"Since you obviously know what it says, there should be nothing stopping you from taking and destroying it. This would save us a lot of trouble."
"While I appreciate your forwardness on the subject…the decision has already been made," Albus diplomatically said.
"You mean your decision," Sirius spoke for the first time that night. "Let me state for the record that I agree with Dora. We should be more active in our approach to things. Playing defense and being a reactionary force barely got us anywhere during the last war, and you saw where that led to. If there is to be any hope for us, then we should take the battle to them! Fight fire with fire!"
Ignoring his accusation, Dumbledore refused to change his position. "Sirius, we cannot stoop to their level. We will become no better than them if we start using aggressive tactics. However, if we stick to the plan, then they will…eventually make a mistake."
"So we prolong the battle until Harry is ready to defeat him," Bill held a slight edge in his voice. "That has to be the most idiotic strategy I have ever heard. The best way to defeat your enemy is to weaken and make them desperate. War is not won on defense alone…it's won by working together, sharing the right amount of information, and asking the right questions," Bill firmly stated. "Sending people in blind is a sign of stupidity and foolishness."
"Some things are worth dying for, Bill," Charlie stepped into Dumbledore's defense. "I'm pretty sure that Professor Dumbledore has his reasons for keeping certain types of information quiet. We need to respect that." Charlie, like so many others from his family, was a staunch Dumbledore supporter, "and whether Potter can defeat You-Know-Who is questionable. I doubt he even has the stones to fight him head-on. He probably just saw him, got scared, and ran with his tail between his legs."
Sirius and Dora glared murderously at him. Dora looked only moments away from attacking the impudent sack of shit. Then, he had the nerve to insinuate that Harry was a coward. Before she could say or do anything, a cold, sharp voice entered.
"I would reassess that statement if I were you, Weasley," Severus entered the kitchen sneering at the second oldest Weasley child. Unlike his usual sneers in the past, this one was more sinister, and his black eyes burned with anger. Charlie suddenly went pale and scooted his seat away.
"Well, you sure took your time," Emmeline sharply replied. "You decided to grace us with your presence. Where have you been?"
Severus turned his ire to the offending woman "unlike you, I have been trying to get information regarding what happened to Potter in the graveyard. Which is a lot more delicate and valuable than what you have done as of late."
Emmeline started gaping like a fish. Then turning his attention away. "I hope you understand the trouble I've gone through to get this information." Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the vial that contained the memory.
"You actually managed to get the memory," Dumbledore was surprised. "But how?" Taking the vial.
"Does it really matter right now?" Severus leaned against the wall. "Acquiring that memory was difficult with many of the Death Eaters keeping quiet. That, however, should not be your focus at the moment…what's in that memory should be…even I don't know what to think of it."
That got everyone's attention, mostly Dumbledore's, because when Severus was either concerned or curious about something, it was usually worth looking into. "Sirius, would you—"
"Dobby, can you come here?" The little elf looked a lot better than he did two years ago. He actually looked like a house elf worthy of being a member of the House of Black. "I need you to retrieve my pensieve from the Lord's study. Can you do that?"
"Dobby will be back momentarily, sir," with a pop, he left to retrieve the device a minute or two late. He was back. "Here is your family's pensieve, sir."
"Thank you, Dobby. There you go, Albus," Sirius had Dobby wait while Albus poured the memory inside.
As luck would have it, the Blacks family pensieve had a projection screen, unlike the one at the Ministry. The room's occupants watched with rapt attention at what happened in the graveyard. They saw how Harry and Cedric were ambushed by Death Eaters from Russia, Ukraine, and Africa; and were shocked to see that a fourteen-year-old boy could not only defend Diggory and himself but also retaliate. About an hour and a half later, the memory ended, and several of the Order members were sporting different emotions.
"Yes! That's how it's done," Alastor barked out laughing. That brought everyone's attention to him. "Oh, Charlus, if you were here, you'd be very proud," he mentally said. "That is how you tell someone to kiss your arse."
Frank himself had a look of satisfaction. What Harry did to the Death Eaters, namely Bellatrix, was amazing. Now, that bitch knew how it felt.
"Alastor, this is not a joking matter," Dumbledore recovered from his initial shock.
"No?" He looked skeptical. "Potter not only managed to defend Amos's boy but also himself and fend off some of the worst of what that monster had to offer. Bellatrix herself made the grave error of entering his mind only to be repelled and put into a comatose state. Something that she nonetheless deserved. As for Voldemort, he managed to last and fend him off quite adequately." He rounded on Sirius "you and your grandfather should be very proud."
"Are you insane," Charlie exclaimed. "Potter not only lost; he also killed about fifty-three of them. From what I saw, he seemed to revel in the fact of killing them. This proves that he is nothing more than a coward and a mur—"
He didn't get to finish as Dora punched him again, but this time in the face breaking a couple more of his teeth. "Speak of my cousin like that again, and you are dead!" The venom dripping from her mouth; if looks could kill, Charlie would already be dead. "He did a lot better than anyone else would have…that includes even a worthless piece of shit like you. Hell, I doubt that you would last even five minutes against those Death Eaters and only two minutes against Voldemort. Scratch that. You just piss yourself and run like a coward."
She shocked everyone with the way she tore into Charlie. The redhead didn't receive any ounce of sympathy from anyone.
"Ha, nice shot, Tonks," Alastor grunted, then turned to Charlie "as for you, Weasley, you would be well advised to mind your tongue. What Potter did was bring back some strong memories. Isn't that right, Minerva?"
"What are you talking about, Alastor?" The Scottish woman looked at him. "I admit Mr. Potter's abilities in martial magic are impressive, but I don't see any resemblance."
He shot her a glare "you really don't remember?" She shook her head. "I'll give you a couple hints. During the war against Grindelwald, who dueled him to a stalemate? Think hard. He was also the former Commander of the ICW."
It took a moment for her to think and when the images came into her mind she froze and dropped her glass of Firewhiskey. "Ch-Charlus."
At hearing what she said, several others went pale. Elphias Doge accidentally broke his glass when he unconsciously squeezed it too tight and pissed his pants. Oh, he definitely remembered Lord Potter as the man was terrifying and dangerous with a wand. A couple others groaned and were slightly afraid; even Dumbledore was shocked to stillness.
"Indeed and I'll bet if Potter is anything like his grandfather then those Death Eater scums either better run or pray for mercy because that boy will not hesitate to kill them. You combine that with Lord Black's ruthlessness and you might as well be begging for the safety of Azkaban." Alastor remembered his teachers well.
"I have a feeling I should be scared, yet not a clue as to why," Bill nervously said.
The people who knew about the former Potter were frozen in their chairs. That was when Alastor responded, "Lord Charlus Potter was the Head of the ICW military and a member of the Magus council!"
Albus then became white as a ghost. He never knew that Charlus was a Magus, let alone a leading member of the Magus council. Suddenly things started clicking together as Harry's fighting style was similar to both his grandfather and Arcturus. It would even explain why Giichi Nakao was training him. The two were friends back in the day. This did not bode well for him. He silently hoped that Harry was not a member of their Order as it would be disastrous to his plans.
Alastor continued, "the man was practically one of the fiercest combatants on the entire planet. Whoever tried attacking him would end up suffering an agonizing death."
"I remember," Minerva nodded her head. "That man was exceedingly dangerous and not one you wanted to meet in a dark alley." She had seen him go up against some of the most dangerous wizards and witches alive. Each one of them would end up either dead or begging for death. That's if they could even generate enough words to speak.
She was still shocked over the fact that Potter had not one but two animagus forms. A white tiger and a Genesis dragon.
The sound of someone clearing their throat got their attention. Kingsley wore a big smile though maintained his stoic appearance "needless to say Harry's magical abilities and skills in combat far exceed James and Sirius's put together. I had heard rumors about him being a skilled duelist, but never put too much stock in them until Alastor and I dueled him for his NEWTs."
"The two of you dueled, Harry," Arthur's question was more like a statement. Both of his eyes widened, and looked ready to come out of their sockets.
"Aye, we did, and he bested us," Alastor proudly said. "It was the greatest duel I had in years," jeering out loud. "That is why we are endorsing him to become a Master-Class Duelist."
"I'm not sure that is best for him at the moment…," Albus began voicing his concern about the fact that Harry was even being considered a potential candidate to becoming a Master Duelist "…furthermore with Voldemort and the Death Eaters out their things will get hectic and he will be too occupied."
"Despite what you think, Albus, the decision is not yours to make," Kingsley shot him a look of irritation. "The boy has agreed to be tested, but given…circumstances we had to change his evaluation exam."
If the other masters like what they see then there will be a good chance of Potter becoming a High-ranking Master in both Charms and Transfiguration. The youngest ever.
"What circumstances?" Emmeline looked questioningly at her colleague.
"Beats me," Kingsley shrugged. "The only thing I know is that he requested for the date to be pushed to a different time slot."
Albus turned to Sirius. "Sirius are you ok with Harry being evaluated by the Duelist Guild?"
"He has my full support on it," he firmly said, "and it's not my decision. It's his!"
The meeting continued for another half-hour before Dumbledore called for an end. Few by few they left the house. Dora, on the other hand, had a different idea; using her wand she conjured a GEN5 Fairways golf club, and just as Charlie was about to turn in her direction she brought it up and nailed him in the groin. Charlie fell over clutching his family jewels while screaming at the top of his lungs.
"That's for the next girl decide to screw over," she glared murderously at him.
He exclaimed in a high-pitched voice, "why?"
"You know why you piece of shit," she said as the teens started coming in. Hermione and the rest of the Weasley kids could only look with fear. "Night everybody, I have a busy day tomorrow at the Ministry. Remus, be a dear and keep my man-child of a cousin out of trouble. If you have any problems I'm pretty sure I can get you a rolled-up newspaper."
"I'll think about it," shooting his friend a mischievous glare ignoring the affronted look Sirius gave him. Then she left out of the kitchen and soon apparated home.
"What the hell happened to, Charlie?" Ron exclaimed while seeing as his father helped him off the ground.
"Ron language," Hermione scolded.
"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned," Bill said, not even looking at his brother. Then, seeing his look of indignation, "don't look at me like that you did it to yourself. Let this be a lesson to you three," he looked, pointing at Fred, George, and Ron, "if you make a woman angry like this idiot did to Dora then something like this will happen to you."
"That crazy broad hit me right in the dragon's den," putting the icepack his dad gave him on.
"You should never have treated her the way you did," narrowing his eyes. "You only have yourself to blame. Now if you excuse me I have to go as well."
Arthur spoke before he could get out the door "um, Bill will you be coming by for dinner tomorrow?"
Bill shook his head "no me and Fleur have a date tomorrow after work so I won't be coming." He resumed to walk out of the kitchen while also muttering "thank god."
He even made it a point to ignoring the angry looks from both his mother and sister. Ever since he and Fleur started dating his relationship with his mother became rocky as she believed the girl was using her allure on him. And was not a proper woman. That lead to a heated argument between the two as Bill told his mother that he was no longer a child and could date whoever he wanted. Even though he loved her their were times when she would become too much and wanted him to change into something she wanted. For example she never agreed with his long hair, his dragon tooth earing, or the fact that he went to work overseas in Egypt. Ginny, however, was a different story as she would occasionally call Fleur "phlegm" when she thought he wasn't paying attention. The girl thought she was being sneaky, but he knew well enough.
"Hey dad why…" Fred began.
"…can't mom speak," George finished.
"That would be because of Ms. Tonks," Arthur explained, choosing to ignore his fuming wife.
"Anyway, why can't we join in on the meetings?" Ron eagerly asked.
"We have been over this, Ron," Arthur massaged his temples "you are too young to join."
"But dad," the twin complained. "No, but," Arthur said in a tone of finality.
Minerva sadly shook her head as neither of them knew how easy they had it. "That should be the least of your concerns as you two will be entering your final year at Hogwarts. I take it you know what that means, the same goes for your brother and Ms. Granger as they will be taking their OWL exams."
"But they're not until June," Ron whined while Hermione ran back upstairs to get her books.
"You will need that time to get ready," Alastor glared at him, "and given your previous academic results I doubt that will be enough."
"Alastor," Arthur scowled. He knew that Ron was not the best in his year as his grades were barely average, but that was no reason to belittle him.
The grizzled man mirrored his scowl "unlike you Arthur, I don't see the point in babying him. The lad is fifteen and should be able to take responsibility for his grades. And since he's not a prefect nor on the Quidditch team then he should have ample time to prepare."
"Speaking of grades," Minerva began by looking at Sirius "I am not sure if you are aware but Mr. Potter should have received his NEWT results by now. Wherever he is."
"I'm pretty sure he did, Minerva," Sirius replied.
"Yes, well he should be proud and I'm sure Dorea and Lily are proud to," she briefly chuckled. "Griselda told me that the grades were shipped out and that Mrs. Quinn was highly impressed with his results. They even signed the paperwork for him to get his license and authorize his after class sessions."
Both Ron and Hermione scowled at hearing what she said. Hermione most of all as she wanted to be in charge of those sessions. It was supposed to be her who got the offer and license to become an apprentice. She worked harder than anybody in school and yet it was Harry stinking Potter who was receiving a chance to study for under the professors as their apprentice. Not only that but he cost her the positions of becoming a Prefect and Head Girl.
"How many NEWTs did he get and what did he test in?" Hermione dared to ask.
Minerva frowned at her "sorry Ms. Granger that is confidential information. The only one who could tell you is either the Director of the ICW Education Department or Mr. Potter himself."
"Wait! You don't even know?" Sirius looked at her with surprise.
"I know what he made, but I can't say anything without his permission," she clarified. Seeing the pleading look on his face she decided to throw him a bone. "I will say that his grades are some of the best that I have seen in a long time. You and James could have achieved the same scores or something just as good if you had spent more time on your studies rather than pranking."
Sirius pretended to look affronted and placed a hand over his heart. "Minnie, you wound me. "I still got nine OWLs and eight NEWTs. Granted their were more Exceeds Expectations than Outstanding's."
"There would have been more Outstanding's had you two studied more. But, even then, he still beat you in two categories," Remus snorted in amusement. Nevertheless, he remembered his own results and managed to score EE's in three different subjects.
"Oh, come on, Moony, do not do that to me right now. I am too tired to hear one of your lectures," Sirius groaned.
"Then I suggest you stop acting like a man-child so much," he instantly replied.
"As amusing as this is," Severus drawled. "I would have to concur with, Minerva about Potter's little study group. While I'm loath to admit to this…even I cannot deny how useful they are," he acted like he swallowed something sour.
"You agree with these sessions?" Minerva questioned completely caught off guard by what he said. Narrowing her eyes "why?"
"Because it helps with my end of the year bonus," replying in a silk voice. "Thanks to him my salary jumped 26 percent and don't deny the fact that you are indeed grateful to the boy. He managed to help some of your lions enter the required NEWT classes they'll need." She could only stare in bewilderment. "Look at it this way, Minerva, once Potter starts teaching the students that will free up some time for you to prepare your fifth-years and up. It will also take some pressure off of me."
As much as she wanted to contradict him, she found it difficult as he was right.
(0^0)
August 5th had finally came and Emily couldn't be happier. She immediately got herself together and made her way down the stairs of Potter Castle. For the past three nights she had been sleeping at the castle with the hope of trying to connect with Harry. Now, finally the long wait had been worth it as he would be coming home today. Arriving at the ground floor she went to the dining room where she sensed the presence of someone she'd been waiting for. Opening the door she saw Severus and Sirius speaking with him and Miwa.
"Harry," she happily screamed.
Harry turned around to see Emily in the doorway "there she is. Come over here and give me a big hug," opening his arms she didn't need to be told twice. She ran and immediately jumped on him wrapping her arms and legs around him. After a moment she started crying.
"I never thought I see you again," sobbing into his shoulder and refusing to let him go.
"Shizuku, Emily. My beloved sister I have missed you more than you would have ever known," affectionately rubbing her head. "I made you a promise that I would never abandon you. Let me look at you," he put her down and wiped the tears from her eyes, "wow you sure have grown." Giving her a genuine smile.
"For the rest of the morning and until two o'clock I'm all yours." She briefly pouted, but overall happy to have him back.
The five of them sat down and had some breakfast, which turned out to be a joyous affair as Arcturus and Dora arrived a little later.
Almost to the end Arcturus spoke "it's good to have you back, Hadrian. You have been missed."
"I'll say," Dora chimed in "other than Fudge acting like a complete idiot things have been kind of dull."
Harry chuckled. "I am well aware of what Fudge is doing and plan on dealing with him soon. But for today I would rather spend time with my family before my meeting at Gringotts."
"Glad to hear it," Arcturus grunted. "First order of business, I heard you got your NEWT results," critically eyeing him.
Rolling his eyes, he pulled his results out from his pocket and handed it to him. Both Sirius and Dora got close to see his scores and were pleasantly surprised, well, the former ended up fainting. Dora merely shook her head, "I'll revive him," flicking her wand out, she cast aguamenti. The splash of cold water instantly woke him up.
"Damn, Harry. Fourteen NEWTS with twelve of them being with distinctions," Sirius tightly hugged him.
"Yes, well done," Arcturus clapped. While Dora pat him on the back.
"I'm just relieved that they're done and that I have a chance to breathe," leaning back in his chair.
Sirius smiled. I also picked up your bike from Damian's," he called some of the house-elves and had them bring the motorcycle in the living room. Vacating the dining room they walked into the living room where Harry's eyes went wide as he saw his prize. "A fine piece of machinery I you ask me."
Harry heard his godfather and had to admit that he agreed. In the middle of the room was a Kawasaki Ninja H2R. The vehicle was mirror coated matte spark black with green trims. Unlike the ones used by muggles his was much bigger; as it could seat two people, capable of flight, was three times faster, and had multiple defense systems. "It's beautiful," Harry choked up somewhat.
"I'll say," Dora walked around inspecting the motorcycle. "This is tight."
"It also came with a sidecar," he commented. "Ladies are you up for a ride?" Looking at both Miwa and Emily. They nodded yes. "All right let me get my gloves and some helmets for us." Walking upstairs to his room he went to his closet and pulled out the items he would need. After returning downstairs he put on his gloves took out a black motorcycle jacket from his watch and exchanged it for the robe's he was wearing.
"We'll be back later," he said to the adults before taking his new bike outside and attaching it's sidecar. Mounting his motorcycle he put his helmet on and made sure the others were secure. Emily decided to ride behind him while Miwa took the sidecar. After strapping their helmets on Harry activated his bike and gave it a throttle. The engine roared like a dragon "let's ride!"
Within the next moment they were in the air Harry quickly activated the invisibility cloak so the muggles wouldn't spot them.
"This is awesome," Emily exclaimed as they soared through the clouds. The motorcycle was by far way faster than the firebolt broom.
Given the bike's speed it didn't take them long to arrive in muggle London. The teens spent a good hour cruising through the streets until they stopped at a mall. As far as the muggles were concerned Miwa was Harry and Emily's cousin from overseas. In short the three had a good time either cruising through London on Harry's bike checking out the latest attractions or just going to a park. There were a couple issues consisting of the females who caught a glimpse of Harry and immediately started asking if he had a girlfriend? His only response was yes. Some of the guys from the mall tried hitting on Miwa, but quickly backed away after receiving a death glare. A few of them even thought that she and Harry were dating much to their annoyances. Anyone with eyes could tell that they treated each other like siblings.
Other than those minor annoyances, the day was fun. However, all good things had to come to an end as Harry had to attend a meeting at Gringotts. So after dropping the girls off at his house and disengaging the sidecar, he traveled to the bank. He couldn't explain it, but flying would always give him a sense of freedom.
Arriving at the bank he dismounted his bike took his jacket off and exchanged it for the robe's in his watch. He then shrunk his motorcycle and put it along with the helmet in his watch before going inside. As usual the goblins were working nonstop either attending to their customers or filling out papers. Ignoring the whispers and glances from the patrons he approached one of the open tellers.
"State your name and reasons for entering Gringotts today," the middle-aged goblin requested in a neutral tone, not taking his eyes away from his work.
"Greetings, honorable goblin. My name is Lord Hadrian Potter, and I am here for a meeting with Griphook and a couple others from the Tri-wizard tournament," Harry answered in gobblegook.
The goblin snapped his eyes away from his work and rested on Harry. "Well met Lord Potter. I will get Griphook momentarily," responding his native language. Stepping away he disappeared among his fellow goblins. A few minutes later he returned with Griphook who gave Harry a toothy smile.
"It's good to see you again my friend. May your gold forever flow…"
"…and may your enemies crumble beneath your feet. The feeling is mutual Griphook. I hope to find you in good health."
"I am well…all things considered. Shall we adjourn to the others as they are waiting and time is money."
"By your lead," Harry gestured. Griphook lead him to the elevator, pressed the number for his office floor, and then they were off. Leaving the elevator they walked down the marble hallway to his office where they heard chatter.
"I don't know why we are here. The only thing I got was a letter saying that my presence was required," Cedric's familiar voice was heard.
"Then allow me to fill in the gaps," Griphook opened the door and the occupants saw Harry standing behind him. Chuckling to himself "guess who's back?"
"How are you guys doing?" He saw the surprised expressions of Viktor, Cedric, Fleur, and Bill.
Cedric was the first to break the silence. "Harry is that you?"
"I'm pretty sure that I'm the only Harry Potter in existence," he snidely commented.
The former Hogwarts champion immediately grabbed hugged and started profusely thanking him. "Okay, Cedric that's enough man."
Cedric then pulled away to allow Fleur, Viktor, and Bill to greet him as well.
"It is good to see that you are alright," Viktor began "after the tournament we tried to find you, but the agents from your ICW refused to tell us."
"They were only doing their jobs and as you can see I'm back to 100 percent." He then turned to Fleur. "Fleur I am pleased to see that you are safe after what happened in the maze."
"Oui," briefly shuddering at the memory of being tortured. "Harry, I—I mean we owe you our lives." She didn't give him the chance to protest "please here me out. If it wasn't for the plans you made then neither of us would have survived the tournament."
Cedric and Viktor each nodded their heads much to Bill's amusement "mate it would seem like you have a bit of a fan club, now."
"Guys, I appreciate your gratitude's, but the last thing I want is for any of you to feel like you owe me…" Taking a few minutes he relieved them of any life debts they might owe him "…that's better. The only thing I ask is that neither of you do anything that will intentionally or unintentionally harm my family."
They all nodded their heads which made him smile. "All right now, let's proceed. First, regarding our initial discussion about how to split the prize money…here is my portion," he removed the chest that contained all the money he got from the tournament."
One by one they took out their trunks that contained the galleons; once they were all out Griphook agreed to sort them out and divide them into equal portions. With him gone Cedric cleared his throat.
"Harry, I don't know if you know this, but Fudge has been—"
"I am well aware of Fudge's claims to denounce that Voldemort," they involuntarily shuddered, "is back, and his smear campaign against me. Even when I haven't said anything to that effect to the Daily Prophet."
"That said he is indeed back or rather he was never dead to begin with."
Bill chimed in, "I've seen the footage of his return. The ritual he performed to regain his body was old and very dark."
The other three paled at hearing what he said. "So, he's really back then?" Harry could only give him a short nod. "Then why isn't the Ministry doing anything?"
"Because Cornelius is an idiot," Harry venomously replied "the people who funded his campaign and got him in office were present that night. As long as they continue throwing galleons his way and the other Department Heads being too afraid to risk their jobs—well you can figure out the rest."
"Didn't you ever wonder why they were met with such little resistance during the first way? It's because some of his top lieutenants were from the Dark faction and had seats on the Wizengamot."
"That would effectively put Vol-Voldemort's influence all around Britain," Fleur summarized and then it hit her. "That's why you took their money at the start of the tournament."
"For the most," he admitted respecting her intellect, "but I really do dislike them and wanted their father's to punish them. They grew up with silver spoons in their mouths and constantly rely on their family's wealth and influence to get what they want. Neither of them know anything about hard work."
Bill clicked his tongue "you will get no argument from me as I went to school with some of those arrogant arses. The moment things didn't go their way they would run to their father's."
Harry instantly thought about Draco and some of his friends who would occasionally run to their father's or Head of House to get what they wanted. "And with Voldemort back I suspect that their will likely be more deaths and people going missing. I would advise the four of you to be more cautious about who you associate with." He then looked between Bill and Fleur "you two most of all as their will be even bigger targets on your backs."
"What do you mean?" Bill had a slight amount of fear on his face.
"Bill, you were born a Weasley. Not only that, but your family is classified as blood traitors and are one of Dumbledore's most loyal followers. To Voldemort and the Death Eaters that's all the reason to wipe your family from the face of the magical world. As for Fleur she's part-veela, meaning that if Voldemort's men captured her. Then they'll likely turn her into a sex doll to satisfy their needs over and over again." He said bluntly not holding anything back. "I'm sorry for being forward on the subject but it is the truth."
By now both Bill and Fleur were sporting mixed emotions. Bill was torn between anger and fear; while Fleur felt her rage soaring to new heights as she remembered how many of the boy's from Hogwarts and Beauxbatons tried to woo her. The whole thing disgusted her as she would rather commit suicide than allow those dirty heathens to touch her with their filthy hands.
"If either Voldemort or his people do anything to me then papa would automatically declare war against them," she fiercely replied.
"Fleur," Harry took a breath, "I admire your spirit, but you need to take this more seriously as Voldemort wouldn't care in the slightest about what your father does. He is as calculating and ruthless as he is insane and power-hungry. For example, what makes you think he won't go after your mother and sister? From what I've seen he has agents in multiple countries. What makes you think he doesn't have any in France?"
"Harry's right! Voldemort held a substantial amount of influence and caused a lot of destruction in Bulgaria," Viktor acknowledged what Harry was referring to. "To this day the people are still talking about him and his minions. We have to be prepared and able to defend our families and ourselves."
The time he spent at Durmstrang made him aware and helped him sense when danger was near. Nicole had also spoken to him about the devastation Voldemort and the others from his camp caused during the first war and it was not pretty. Durmstrang might have been a school where students would learn dark magic, but there were rules where they wouldn't even cross. The only thing on his mind was making sure that the members of his family were safe and out of their reach.
"What do you suggest, Harry?" Bill asked hoping that he had a contingency in place.
"While, I would provide protective enchantments to your homes with ancient wards my hands are pretty much tied thanks to this thing," showing them the bracelet on his arm. The four of them instantly knew what it was. "I do, however, have something else."
Reaching into his watch he pulled out another chest. Unlocking it he pulled four big packages out "these are orbs. Powerful orbs that will protect your homes. Unlike the standard protective wards these will allow you to withstand multiple attacks from curse breakers and if anyone tries to breach your homes or try to destroy the orbs then they'll be on the receiving end of some very nasty surprises."
After putting the orbs away Griphook walked back in with four large money bags. "We have fairly divided up the amounts and each of you will have 2,800 galleons," handing their individual sacks.
"Thank you, Griphook," Harry began. "When can I expect my order to be ready?"
"Normally, it the process would have taken us about three weeks, but considering your request for adding Archfiend steel, and the other add-ons it has taken longer. Worry not though, we will have the item delivered to you when it's been complete." The sword he had them commissioned would have cost anyone a lot of money, but seeing as he was extremely wealthy it would only cost him a small fortune at best.
Harry gave him a look of gratitude before turning to the others. "From here out you guys will need to watch your backs."
"If it means anything you can consider me an ally in the fight against Voldemort," Fleur said.
"Same with me," Cedric said.
"Da!"
"I will stand with you Harry," Bill nodded.
Harry gave them a respectful bow and they left leaving only Bill and Griphook remaining. Clearing his throat and changing his facial expression into a neutral one. "I believe it's time we discuss another piece of business, Bill." Taking a seat in front of Griphook's desk and beckoning for him to take the one to his left, whilst Griphook took his respective seat. "Do you remember our last discussion?"
Having to think for a minute Bill gave a curt nod. Clasping his hands together he continued. "I have thought extensively about the matter and while a part of me doesn't believe that they've earned it; I cannot deny their shop would be a good business venture. However, I have two more conditions: they are not use any of their experiments on the other students, and I want the store to be used as a front for selling protective devices that will defend that person from any spells that might be considered minor and moderate. Do we have a deal?"
Thinking it over, Bill had to admit the terms were agreeable and not at all difficult. Hopefully, the twins will also see it the same way. "Deal!" They shook hands. "Um there's something else you should know, Harry," Bill said.
"You joined the Order of Phoenix," Harry said casually much to Bill's shock. "How'd you know?"
A cool smile appeared, "knowledge is my specialty," he replied. "I've been knowing about Dumbledore's little society for a while now and I'm pretty sure both of your parents are members as well."
Bill was totally caught off-guard, but quickly composed himself. "Relax, all right, what you do on your free time is your business."
Releasing a breath and trying to ignore the fact that Harry knew about the Order. "It's like you said; Dumbledore's become restless with his attempts at trying to get the Minister to acknowledge that Voldemort's back. The times I have spoken to him I can sometimes feel him probing his way into my mind. For the most part I've been able to keep him out or not make eye contact, though I think he's becoming suspicious of me."
The ginger mentally scoffed at Dumbledore's hypocrisy. He disliked it when people were keeping things from him, but found it acceptable to give the people who trusted him little to know information. Trust is a two-way streak and Bill was starting to regret getting involved with the Order. So, far his assignments have held any concrete information as he was told "what" to do, but not "why." Something that grained on his nerves.
"That is indeed troubling because if Dumbledore even suspects that your withholding information from him, then he'll do anything to get the truth."
"It is also bad that my mother practically worships the ground he walks on and is willing to scold anyone who disagrees with him," Bill added. "That and my two youngest siblings along with Hermione will likely do anything he says. Ron and Hermione are still mad at you, and Ginny is still obsessed with the idea of becoming your future wife."
An exasperated breath left his mouth. "Bill, I understand you love your family more than anything, but they are becoming a headache. You are the only one who I respect, with your dad as a close second… Fred and George are debatable when they're not behaving like children. It's only your mom, Charlie, Ron, and Ginny that get on my nerves. Though, my point is that I will not intentionally go after any of them, but should they come after me I will retaliate."
The elder of the two accepted his friend's words of warning.
"As for Percy, he's a different story," a scowl plastered on his face. "Since, he has aligned himself with Fudge and his cohorts; he will likely do anything he could to discredit and try to stop me from taking my position as a Lord. Should he try to interfere with my succession, then the consequences will be dire and not bode well for him."
Bill did not miss the cold steel in Harry's voice and knew he was not playing. To him Percy was an arrogant, brownnosed idiot who abandoned the family. He also knew about a Lord's or Lady's right to ascension when it came to the Wizengamot and that if Percy was foolish enough to challenge it then he will likely end up either missing a couple limbs or dead.
"While I have no control over my git of a brother…" he knew this was going to be a longshot "…I must request that you let him live. Please, from one older brother to another, let him live," he pleaded. For all Percy's faults he was still his younger brother.
"I give you my word, Bill, that should it come to it that I will not kill him," Harry promised.
A look of relief fell on Bill's face, "thank you."
"Is there anything else we need to discuss before this meeting of ours closes?"
Weighing his thoughts, Bill spoke "rumors about your visit to the bank will begin flying, meaning that Fudge, Voldemort, and Dumbledore will know you're here. I will tell you that the first two sicken me and will never become their puppets. Dumbledore, however, will be a different story. Best guesses he's either on his way, will likely enquire about what you were doing here, or ask where you've gone."
Hating to admit it but he was right as the old goat will most likely either be on his way demand to know where he was. Quickly devising a plan "tell the old fossil that if he wants an audience with me then it'll be under my terms. Tell him that if he attempts to contact or send any of his flunkies then he will end up waiting until the school semester starts to speak alone with me."
Liking what Harry was thinking Bill smirked "consider it done."
"Also, Griphook," he turned to the goblin who sat behind his desk, "please make sure that both Bill and Fleur are protected as I don't know when with Dumbledore or Voldemort might send people after them."
Griphook gave a big tooth grin and placed a hand over his heart "we at Gringotts always protect our staff from any incursions. I give you my word that both Mr. Weasley and Ms. Delacour will be protected and that no harm will come to them as long as they are employed."
Giving him a nod Harry pulled out an additional large bag full of galleons and placed it along with the other on his desk. "For your troubles. In total these two bags contain 36,800 galleons. And please send King Ragnok my best."
"I will and thank you, Harry," taking the bags he put them off to his side.
After the meeting was over Harry left the back. Exchanging his clothes and resizing his bike he was about to get on but heard someone call his name.
"Harry!"
Turning around he saw Blaise running toward him. "Hey, Blaise good to see you," he didn't get a chance to finish as Blaise picked him up in a brother hug and spun him around.
"Ok, put me down man." His friend was about an inch shorter than him. Apparently he hit a growth spurt as he managed to put on some more muscle and his magic seems to have grown as well. "It's good to see you bud."
"Where have you been? Rumors have been flying with Fudge leading a smear campaign—"
"Hold on," putting a hand up. "I know I have some explaining to do, but it'll have to be somewhere else," gesturing to some of the people looking at them. "You have your bike?"
Blaise's motorcycle was a Kawasaki Ninja ZX-14R Supersport. Similar to Harry's it was a vast improvement from the normal ones. He commissioned an assortment of different modifications and special defenses for it. The bike was pure black, had four green streaks on both it's sides, and a spray-painted picture of a chimera. The chimera was special to the Zabinis as it represented their House.
"I'm ready," finishing putting his helmet on. With that the two took off in the air. It took an hour and ten minutes for them to arrive at Zabini manor.
There Harry explained where he was for the past month and what he was doing. Even showing the bracelet on his arm. Thankfully, Cariana and Blaise's grandfather were home for the day as they filled him on what was happening in the Wizengamot. Most of the stuff he already knew, but a few things were surprising as Fudge started looking for ways to get Harry out of the picture. A desperate plan on his part as it showed Fudge was trying to hide something. Many of the Death Eaters who pleaded they were under the imperius curse were spending an increasing amount of time with the Minister, which was not a good sign. The more they talked the more Harry realized that as long as Fudge was Minister then the Death Eaters will be allowed to operate with impunity.
They needed a way to bring Fudge down as the longer he stayed in office the more destruction it will cause. Old man Zabini then proposed an idea "with Voldemort back. He will likely try to rebuild his army of dark witches, wizards, and any magical creatures he could coerce to join his side. His likely targets will be the Dementors, Giants, and Werewolves. The werewolves I imagine will likely be his first recruits since Fenrir Greyback is the current Alpha."
"Aren't many of the werewolves who serve under him scared? They're a combination of people he and his pack attacked when they were younger. The ones who survive are taken and raised to hate those who don't have the lycanthropy," Cariana rationalized. "I know Fenrir's, and he would either force them to join his pack or kill them should they refuse. So what I'm saying is that not all of them are hardened criminals; some are just scared and want to survive."
"But mum you know as well as I that Fenrir will not go down without a fight," Blaise said with concern in his voice. "So long as he and his lieutenants remain at large and the Ministry continues to put restrictions on them then they will likely follow Voldemort."
"Believe me, Blaise, that no one…I repeat no one wants Fenrir dead more than I do," Harry savagely replied. There was no way in hell that Fenrir will get away with what he did to Andromeda. Bellatrix may have spared his life, but he won't as the alpha wolf will not survive should they cross paths. "If anybody wants a shot at him then they better get in line. He's mine and I can promise that his death will be anything but pleasant."
Then suddenly an idea came to mind "in fact I think I may have an idea on how to bring down both Greyback and Fudge." A dangerous smile appeared on his face. "How much are the bounties for both Greyback and his lieutenants?"
"Harry…" Cariana eyed him with concern "…what are you thinking?" He was like a second son to her and she didn't want anything to happen to him.
Her father Alfonzo had a feeling he knew what the boy was thinking and answered. "Fenrir is worth 5.31 million galleons. The other ten range around 500,000 to 800,000. Dead or Alive."
The smile on Harry's face became bigger.
"What are you thinking?" Alfonzo eyed him critically.
"I think it's time for them to learn the real meaning behind the words of pain and suffering." Mirroring the man's expression with one of his own.
"Don't do anything foolish Hadrian; neither Severus nor Arcturus will let me hear the end of it."
"Yeah, you also forgot Emily," he reminded while also thinking about what Daphne might say.
Speaking of his girlfriend he had a feeling that he better see her tonight. Although, he did not know how the encounter will go: Either she will be happy to see him again or she will probably kill him. Pushing those thoughts away he resumed.
"When is the Wizengamot meeting?"
"In two days," Cariana responded.
"Good that give us time to plan…" Harry started his proposition to them.
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A couple hours later, night fell over at Greengrass manor; out on the balcony of the second floor was the young heiress in her pajamas brushing her hair while also looking up at the star-filled night sky. There might not have been a full moon tonight but it was close. Daphne would have died from boredom had it not been for Tracey and Lilith coming over. Astoria was invited to Luna's house, so that meant the three older ladies could have some time to themselves. While today was indeed fun; word soon got out about Harry being spotted at Gringotts. A big part of Daphne wanted to rush over to the back and see him. But that it would cause a commotion if she went there screaming her head off.
She silently reached for the locket around her neck and opened it to see the two pictures she loved more than anything in the world. Upon opening it the music activated. The melody was so soothing that it made her relive a familiar memory from third-year. She and Harry were sitting under a tree near the lake late at night just staring at the night sky. Daphne was so lost in thought that she failed to notice someone appear behind her.
"Wow, I didn't think it was possible, but you're even more beautiful now than you were the last time I saw you."
The familiar voice made her turn around to the grinning face of the person she was just thinking about.
"Guess who's back," his grin turned into a smile.
Daphne was so completely taken back that it felt her mind going a thousand miles. She did not know if this was a dream or not. Carefully walking towards him she stopped herself from moving any further. "Daphne, I-," she cut him off with a slap to the left side of his face.
"Sorry, I had to make sure you were real," watching as he rub his cheek.
"Yeah, I'm real and-," this was met with another slap and a much more angrier Daphne who put her hands on her hips.
"You scared me to death! The last time I saw you, you were badly beaten and barely conscious," she shouted. "Then the next minute you were being taken away and I haven't heard from you since. And all of a sudden I hear that you were spotted at Gringotts. Do you not know how worried I was!"
Harry did not know what to say as she had every right to be mad. "Look I'm sorry for worrying you and not coming sooner, but I had a couple things to handle at Gringotts. And I told you I was going to be at the Citadel after the tournament. I hadn't known that they would immediately ship me off as soon as I was healed."
Narrowing her blue eyes "as excuses that's not…horrible," she grudgingly admitted. "But you could have at least written a letter or used your communicator to let me know you were okay."
"I wanted to contact you, I really did, but the council slapped this piece of crap on me," gesturing to the bracelet on his right arm. "And immediately put me to work."
"But every night before going to bed I would think about you and my family," slowly caressing the left side of her face.
Her anger subsiding and eyes becoming less severe, "I missed you so much," was all she said before throwing her arms around his neck and brought her lips to his. Bringing his arms around her back he reciprocated the kiss with the same amount of passion. Time seemed to slow down as the two were enjoying the fact of being reunited with one another. To them it felt like an eternity had passed since they last saw each other. Their affection was one of passion and of deep longing.
In a swift motion he picked her up and spun her around.
"You have no idea how much I've missed you," he said briefly pulling his lips from hers.
"I missed you more," stopping to put her head against his chest.
"Impossible."
"It's true!"
He suddenly felt complete. More complete than he had felt in over a month. "I love you, Daphne Greengrass."
"And I love you, Harry Potter," she replied back.
Since he was a head taller than her, he leaned down to recapture her lips with his. This time their tongues started wrestling. Picking her up once again Harry carried her to the bed where they fell on the blanket. Daphne wrapped her legs around his back as her fingers ran through his hair. Harry in return moved his hands below her waist and fell on her nicely shaped arse. He could instantly tell that she developed quite a bit over the summer. A large part of him wanted to take her now, but had to stop himself from allowing his instincts to take over. Though, that was easier said than done.
Feeling his erection poking at her womanhood, Daphne, pulled away slightly. "Not tonight, Mr. Potter," giving a seductive grin. "You're not getting off that easily. I still haven't completely forgiven you and as for your punishment you will just have to deal with cuddling for the night." Her grin became a smirk when he groaned "be glad I'm not making you sleep on the couch." Pulling her blanket up so it would cover the two.
She carefully turned her back towards him. Maneuvering himself closer, he wrapped his arms around her, spooning her from behind.
A soft smile grew on both their faces and they fell asleep feeling at peace.
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The next morning Daphne woke up feeling more secure than she had been in the last couple weeks. Blinking her eyes she felt one of Harry's hand's cupping her breast and that his thing was still hard as it pressed up against her bum. Deciding to have a little fun, she wiggled her waist a little hoping to get a reaction.
As luck would have it, her actions resulted in him giving her breast a little squeeze. "You know if you're going to wake me up like that then I might as well do this," guiding both his hands under her shirt until they were cupping her breast. Adding a little magic to his fingers as he tweaked and twisted them.
Her breathing became a little heavier as his fingers continued to tease her. But that didn't mean she could tease back as she wiggled her ass more against his waist. "Be glad my parents are gone…" she said trying to keep herself from moaning "…because if my dad was here then you might end up losing more than your hands."
Lifting his head up to kiss her cheek, "you really are a minx," pinching her nipples eliciting a soft moan from her. He had to catch his breath as she continued. "One could only wonder what he would say if he caught his oldest daughter and her boyfriend doing something like this."
Turning herself to face him, "you're the only one with a reaction," rolling him over so he was on his back, she then got up somewhat and started straddling him with his crotch under her bum. "What do you have to say?"
"How about this," a smirk appeared as he sat up and grabbed the back part of her head to kiss her fully on the lips. Daphne reciprocated his kiss with the same amount of passion. Without breaking the lip contact Daphne pulled the shirt she was wearing over her head until it was completely off revealing her DD- cup breast which were covered by a silk dark blue underwired bra.
Harry was awestruck as this was new territory to him. Sure they would allow their hands to roam during their makeout sessions, but this was new.
Ceasing her grinding over his erection she smirked "we're not going all the way. I just figured that we do something else for a change," grabbing his hand she guided them to the latch in the back and helped him unhook her bra. Her breast were now on full display as he tossed her bra away.
Deciding to play along, he allowed his instincts to take over for a while; recapturing her lips with his, he started caressing her boobs again. In return she began to moan as their tongues continued dancing, and also started unbuttoning his shirt. As the two continued things began to heat up as Harry trailed kissed down neck to her left boob while his hand worked on her right.
"Oh…my…god," the amount of pleasure she was feeling was amazing as Harry continued his magnificent work with his tongue. Daphne knew she wanted him, but was aware that the time was inopportune. So she settled for grinding on him, removing his shirt after undoing the last button, he immediately went to her right tit not wanting it to be left out.
The longer they went the more they moaned and groaned. After making sure that bother her nipples were satisfied he returned to kissing her with his hand now squeezing her arse. This, however, made the growing sensation in his pants uncomfortable as his dick became more and more restricted. Something that didn't go unnoticed by Daphne as she stopped grinding, to look at him with a smirk.
"It seems that you really did miss me," she teased, dismounting from her position.
"What can I say I'm with the most beautiful girl in all of the country," he replied back as she began unbuckling his belt and removing his pants.
"Good answer, Mr. Potter. You deserve a reward." Sliding his pants and boxers down and Harry had to catch his breath as her fingers wrapped around his crotch. Her eyes were wide as she stared at his massive tool.
"I did not know you were this big," to which made him chuckle and moan as she wrapped her hand around his shaft.
He released a groan when she kissed the tip and licked the bottom part of his shaft. "A lot of the girls at school say that guys like this sort of thing. I say they were right." She kissed the tip and licked it again, eliciting another pleasurable groan from him.
Harry couldn't explain it, but he felt overwhelmed with pleasure as her warm tongue licked his length. The next minutes she put her entire mouth around it and lowered herself inch by inch until it was in her throat.
"Fuck, Sapphire," groaning in pleasure as she bobbed up and down.
She assumed she was doing a good job as he continued moaning; this was entirely new to her as she never did this before. Daphne wasn't even sure how his entire thing was able to fit in her mouth as his girth was big. Not stopping for anything else she brought one of her hands to his shaft and stroked him as she continued. That apparently got the desired reaction from him as he placed his hand on her head and applied a little pressure to make her go down even further.
A few minutes of pure bliss later Harry said, "Daphne I…won't be able…to last much," he said in between his moans. Not getting the chance to finish what he was about to say as he came in her mouth. Daphne was not sure how she did it but managed to swallow all of his seed albeit gagging somewhat.
Hard to believe that he could release so much, she crawled up till her head rested on his chest. She could feel his heart beating rapidly and knew he was satisfied. But, to be honest, it would be a complete lie to say that she didn't enjoy it as well.
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The experience was like a dream come true as he lay naked in bed with her on top of him. Stroking her hair "you are the most amazing woman I have ever met in my entire life. Where did you learn to do that?"
Blushing she raised her head to look him in the eye "Tracey left one of her dirty books the last time she was here." The blonde couldn't help, but feel a little embarrassed. Either from admitting to actually reading her friend's romance novels or the fact that she did what she did.
Chuckling a bit, he spoke. "I guess it's actually a good thing that she has those books at her disposal," kissing the top of her head.
They stayed like that for a couple minutes before getting up to shower. Of course, they showered in different rooms. When finished they were dressed in new clothes. Harry was in a red shirt, black leather jacket, some dark blue jeans, and dragonhide boots. Meanwhile, Daphne wore a white blouse, and a lighter shade of blue jeans, with a pair of black flats.
Arriving downstairs, the two saw Astoria sitting on the couch, grinning at them. "Good morning, you two. Anything interesting happen?" The two immediately blushed as Tori's grin morphed into a mischievous smirk, and she looked directly at her sister. "I never knew that Tracey's books would—"
"Say anything to anyone and you will not be speaking to anyone for a very long time," faster than what Astoria could say Daphne got in front of the little nuisance with her wand aimed at her lips. "In fact, I would hate for some people to learn about what their youngest daughter did the night they left." Her blue eyes met Astoria's brown ones.
The smirk on Astoria's face disappeared and she backed up with her hands in the air signaling her surrender. She knew her sister's threat was real. After their parents left she went to her room and pulled out some of Tracey's romance novels even though her parents forbade it. The brunette didn't know that she'd been "borrowing" her books since school let out. If Daphne told them about what she was reading and for how long then she would be punished for the remainder of summer. While she liked teasing Daphne about her relationship with Harry; she enjoyed her freedom more.
"All right, chillout, Daphne. I just wanted to say that silencing charms are good. Also, you might want to use the contraceptive potion, we wouldn't want you to get pregnant yet," immediately running away cackling like a madwoman with Daphne running after her.
Harry did not know what to think as Astoria was right. He and Daphne should have warded the door to be silent. And they were definitely not ready to have any kids. Even though, it was one of his many desires, the timing was not right. Not with both Dumbledore and Voldemort still around. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he went to the dining room and took a seat.
Pretty soon later both Astoria and Daphne came in laughing about something. Taking their individual seats they began piling their plates with food.
"So, Harry, how did you get past the wards and protective enchantments?" Astoria asked after taking a bite of her omelet. "I mean, we even added the orbs Severus brought us."
"That's a good question," Daphne commented turning to him. "How did you get pass them?"
"Believe me it wasn't easy," he chuckled nervously "especially not with this bracelet on me…" he went on to explain how he got through, knowing that the security measures would have likely maimed him or worse. "And there you have it."
The little girl's jaw fell open making her gap like a fish "dang, Harry! You'd make a decent spell crafter if you decide to change your mind about being an ICW agent."
Shrugging at her comment "everyone needs a hobby, and that is only one of the few spells I'm testing." Picking at the food with his fork, he added, "without going into too many details one of the spells is something my mum started, but never got the chance to finish."
"I am more worried about that bracelet on your arm," looking at it with an expressionless mask though her eyes were laced with concern. "How much longer will you need to wear it? Doesn't it hurt? I mean if you're attacked then it might hamper you."
"To right you are," Harry replied "this thing is both a necessity and pain in the ass. I can't take this thing off until the 25th of this month, and while that would leave me vulnerable." He hated the fact of feeling weak; "I have other skills to compensate. It also sucks that it keeps my magic level at only about twenty-five percent."
"Damn, I hate this magical maturity business," he snorted.
"How long has it been since you've had to wear it?" Astoria asked.
"Since, the end of the fourth task. After I was healed my core entered it's maturing phases and the healers slapped this on me."
"But that was over a month ago," her voice indicated that she was completely surprised. "Wait, if you've had thing on you this whole time then that means…"
"…my magical prowess will exceed many of the ancient mages," he finished. Dayvee explained that his magic was virtually limitless. His last confrontation with Tom was proof as the power inside him erupted and awakened something ancient and extremely powerful.
A/N: Harry is back people and better than ever. Finally he returned to his family and friends. Not only that but he has come with some new spells that will prove to be quite effective in the coming battles. If Dumbledore or Voldemort think that Harry will ever join them willingly then they have another thing coming.
Also, I would like to point out that Harry never mastered dual wand wielding as it would be safe to say that he was very proficient with that dueling style.
Finally as for Charlie no one can say that he didn't have that coming. Nymphadora does not play. Let this be a lesson to all my fellow brothers out there. You never want to get on the bad side woman and it would be in our best interest to keep them either happy or better yet away from anything they could use a weapon against you. If you ever have a secret or did something stupid then it will not stay quiet as they will eventually find out. They always do!
Next Chapter: Announcement and the Dementors attack!