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Mrs. J.K., I hope you are glad now that Harry is dominating the story instead of the Old Guy, to be honest, there will not be much difference though. He will chase skirts too. For free of course. There is no sense to pay for that.

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An hour later, I knocked on Hermione's door, when she called to enter I went into her room, without a word, she lifted the sheets to let me in bed next to her. I love the benefits.

4 St. Mungo's

"Just cuddling, honey," I said when I snuggled up to the back of her body, "last night I had the best night's sleep in years. Hmm, soft, warm. You smell good, did you know?"

"I know, but it is nice to hear you say it," said Hermione with a smile, "It feels great to be held like this. Do married couples do this all the time? That would be a reason to get married, isn't it?"

My hand went around her body and cupped a boob, "Married couples do more than cuddling I suppose," I said while I started nibbling at her ear and let my hand explore her body.

Hermione sighed, "I suppose they do, ah, Harry, can you hold your hand there? My period started today and I have cramps, your hand right there is making it better. Don't stop what you are doing with your mouth, mister!"

"Your wish is my command, honey," I whispered while my lips went down her neck to her exposed shoulder, that she liked it was confirmed with a soft moan, "Tell me if I go too far or need to go further, Hermione, I have no clue where the boundaries are."

At the moment I am doing stuff I read from the Fan Fictions, I have no idea if this works in the real world.

"What you are doing now feels heavenly, Harry," moaned Hermione, "I had no idea this could feel so good, I thought those romance novels from Mum exaggerated it."

Of course, she read about it! Well... I did too in a way, downloading it into my brain counts as reading I suppose. I made small circles on her belly… no, lower... Her womb? That must be it, and worked on her neck and shoulders, avoiding slobbering it, that is a big nono in those books, never use spit on the body except the mouth and pussy… the nipples too... I better stop thinking that far.

Hermione moved her ass a bit and asked, "Hmm, Harry? Is that you poking at my bum?"

"Yes, it is. That is Little Dude saying Hello." I answered with a grin.

Hermione reached behind her back and let her hand slip inside my Boxer, "Hmm, hard, warm, Hello there Little Dude."

I started moaning too, damn that feels good! "Little Dude likes that a lot, Hermione, did you read about it in your Mum's books too?"

"Yes I did, Harry, I thought it would be gross but I love doing this with you." was her answer, who am I to stop this? Proceed Hermione!

I nibbled her ear, "I won't last long the way you are spoiling Little Dude, Hermione,"

"Neither will I last long, Harry, I never felt this good before," whispered Hermione.

Five minutes and a scoursify later, "That felt great Hermione, you are the best."

Hermione nested herself closer to me, "It is not that difficult to be the best, Harry, at the moment I am the only one that hugged you. You are my best too, thank you for being my friend."

Xxxxx

We woke up when Sirius cleared his throat, "Good morning Cuddlers, people are waiting for you downstairs."

I said to Hermione, "Remind me to lock the door next time, he is enjoying this too much."

"I do," laughed Sirius when he walked out of the room.

Downstairs, Moody was waiting for me, "No need for food, Potter, you are going to puke it out anyway."

"Yeay, side-along again. What a way to start the day. Lead the way, Moody." I said dejected when I followed him outside.

Even with an empty stomach, it felt horrible, we arrived at the apparating point for St. Mungo's and went inside. At the reception, Moody said, "Nine o'clock appointment with Mrs. Abbot."

"Third floor, room 305, Mr Moody, what is the name of the patient?" asked the receptionist.

"Classified for now," answered Moody, "This is a case for child services and the DMLE."

"Patient Merlin Emrys it is." noted the Receptionist down.

"Cool! I always wondered how it would feel to be like him," I said to Moody when I followed him to the elevator.

"Now you know, Well? Do you feel special?" grumbled Moody.

I shrugged, "No more than before to be honest, being the Boy Who Lived crap is special too, isn't it?"

Moody looked at me sideways, "Was it special for you?"

I shook my head, "If it was, I would not need to be here."

At Room 305 Mrs. Abbot's assistant let us in, a twenty-plus pretty girl, most witches are pretty though, there is nothing a wand can fix. She led us into the examination room, it was stuffed with toys and bright colors, I even saw a rack with Harry Potter books.

I looked around and asked, "Is this room age-appropriate? I fear I outgrown some of the toys or do I have to find my inner child?"

The assistant shrugged, "That is the only part most of the males show anyway. Remove your clothes, you can keep your briefs on, and sit on the table."

The assistant glanced sideways at my black boxer, I grinned, "What did you expect? One with unicorns on?"

The assistant shrugged again, "As if that never happened before."

The healer, Mrs. Abbot, came in the room, "Good morning, Mr. Potter," she said and studied my face, "What did you do to my Hannah that she had nightmares all night? She told me I would find out today. All I know is that Hannah went to Susan to give moral support for your visit."

Moody grumbled, "It is because of him alright, Ellen. I had some bad dreams myself last night."

"Huh? What did I do? I am the bloody victim here!" I protested, "I did not force you or Miss Hannah to see those memories, did I?"

Moody shook his head, "No, but you are still the cause of those dreams, Potter."

I shrugged, "I don't mind Miss Hannah or Miss Susan dreaming of me. You, however…"

Mrs. Abbot stopped us, "I will hear it later from you or Amelia, Alastor, we will focus on the examination for now."

Miss Assistant was disappointed, that was some juicy gossip, the fact she is not bound to the healer's oath will get the knowledge that Potter did something yesterday that gave two girls and Moody nightmares. That is good stuff! It was written all over her face!

The good mood disappeared when Mrs. Abbot started to cast her spells, "What is all this? What in Morgana's name happened to you, boy? Moody! Did you know all this?" she snapped at Moody with that last question.

Moody nodded, "Not all of it but enough to get the gist of it."

"Melinda! Get the certified Dicta quill! Moody, call in the DMLE! You should have brought them with you and you knew it."

Xxxxx

An hour later it was a high-profile DMLE case, child abuse and neglect under a Magical guardian's care is a big thing it seems. And man, they found a lot of things wrong with me. The Dicta Quill filled several pages, two other healers were called in to witness the examination.

To start was the starvation for all those years and the results from it, stunted growth and brittle bones. The cracks in some of the bones proved the abuse over the years, my bad eyesight was caused by keeping me in the dark all of the time and the taps to my head, the frying pan when I was six most likely.

Then the blocks on my Magic to limit my accidental outbursts and the drains of the Blood Magic, both highly illegal. So the Fan Fictions had it right after all. Abusing a magical kid will no doubt trigger accidental Magic. It had to be bound or Vernon would beat me to death.

No inoculations, the muggle kind, or the Wizarding kind made them very upset, Dragon Pox is a real thing, getting it is a 75% chance of pushing daisies within a year. I kind of like that expression, pushing daisies. I learned a lot of those from Fan Fictions.

When I told them that scar was from a Basilisk bite, and the strange substance in my blood were the venom and Phoenix tears, that made Moody and me worried. That was in Voldemort's blood too now.

I had to explain to the Aurors that my imaginary resurrected Dark Lord caused the Crucio damage.

Ah, Pomfrey got called in! Great, now she can explain why she neglected all the signs of child abuse.

There it is! "Dumbledore told me so!"

Dumbledore only has to open his mouth and they follow him like newborn ducklings.

Mrs. Abbot was not pleased with that explanation, "How dare you to neglect that kind of abuse? Why wasn't he sent here when you found out he didn't have his inoculations? Or when he was bitten by a ruddy Basilisk?"

Pomfrey protested, "He never went to the Hospital wing for that!"

I commented, "I was there a lot after that, Mrs. Pomfrey, you never did a thing to help me."

Pomfrey glared at me, "My hands were tied, Mr. Potter! I did the best I could within my restrictions!"

One of the other Healers spoke up, "You should have reported it Poppy, those children are in your care and you allowed them to be abused."

I thought of something, a topic that was mentioned a lot in Fan Fictions, "There is more, a lot of girls are violated at Hogwarts, mostly by Slytherins and it always got covered up by Snape, Dumbledore, and her. Ask her if she knew about the rapes or not."

That healer looked at Pomfrey's guilty expression, "Spit it out, Poppy! Here or before the Wizengamot, but we will find out! Are girls raped at Hogwarts?"

Pomfrey nodded, "Dumbledore always said the deed was done with mutual consent, and that the girl got second thoughts about it and made a complaint. The day after the girls retracted their complaints."

The healer swore, "My granddaughter is at Hogwarts, Pomfrey! Will she be one of those girls too?"

Pomfrey shook her head, "No, she is a pureblood. Only Muggle-born or half-bloods from poor backgrounds made those complaints."

One of the Aurors scoffed, "Mudbloods and half-bloods are not worth our attention."

"It should," I bit back, "After all, Voldemort is a mudblood too. A son of a squib and a muggle. Think about that before you are kissing his feet, Death Eater scum."

The Auror chuckled, "In your dreams, Potter, The Dark Lord is the Heir of Slytherin, there is no way he is a Mudblood."

"Ah, I see, you are one of those branded slaves. Well, slaveboy, the last line of Slytherin was House Gaunt, a batshit crazy poor family that married their sisters for generations. Merope Gaunt eloped with Tom Riddle after she gave him Armotentia, she stopped potioning him when she became pregnant or she ran out of potions, so Tom Riddle left her."

I grinned at the Auror, "Your Heir of Slytherin's name is Tom Marvolo Riddle, it is an anagram of I am Lord Voldemort. Or did you think Voldemort is a real name? Running from death? Ask that snake-faced mudblood bastard, but I doubt you will survive that question. He is touchy about that."

I piled on, "Did you know that tattoo on your left arm is a slave-mark? He can even leech power from it, that is why he is so powerful, you poor fools, are just magic boosters."

OK, I confess that it was a wild guess, some of those stories mentioned that possibility and it seemed logical that he had done that. Is it a slave-mark? I think so, Tom is a control freak and a backstabber, and backstabbers are afraid to be stabbed in the back.

I poked the fire, "So, slaveboy, where are your loyalties, with Tom Marvolo Riddle or the Aurors and the Law?"

Moody stood behind him with his wand out, "I want to know that too, Dawlish. I knew your father, he was a half-blood. Why are you looking down on your own legacy, Dawlish? Or are you one of those that murders their own kin?"

"They have to pretend to be purebloods or they will be skipped over if there are promotions." I commented, "I bet it is the same here too."

At the ashamed faces it is. Bigots are everywhere.

Dawlish said, "I am not a Death Eater, Mr. Potter! But I think their cause is just. We need to protect pureblood values and the Mud… Muggleborn are threatening it, for years they have been stealing our Magic."

I looked at Mrs. Abbot and asked, "Do those idiots really believe that? I mean really, really believe that? Then there is no hope for the purebloods after all. Their mental growth stopped at eight or nine years old. Tell me Dawlish, do you still believe the storks are delivering the babies? Did you ever see your parents having a tickle fight at night in their bed? Did you know the ones with boobs don't have a wiwi like yours?"

How is this possible? A lot of stories made fun that the purebloods think Muggles steal our Magic, I never thought they were so stupid to actually believe that. Ah! I'll use one of Old Guy's arguments.

"Tell me Death Eater Wannabe, Where are the squibs dropped? The ones with their Magic bound and wands snapped? Or do you think those upstanding purebloods never went to the muggles and rape those pretty Muggle animals? Why do you think their offspring won't have any Magic? IDIOT!"

Hey, ranting like that is fun! Do I continue? Hmm, better not, it looks like those healers believed that crap too. They are looking embarrassed enough.

I groaned, "Come on! Is that so hard to understand? Don't tell me you don't know the dangers of inbreeding? Merlin! Where did you guys go to schoo… Yeah Hogwarts, what a surprise. It is the best school to turn geniuses into morons."

I sighed, "Mrs. Abbot, can you fix me up please, I am starting to think someone put a Geas on the whole country."

Mrs. Abbot said, "You gave us a lot to think about, Mr. Potter, it is not normal that we overlooked such a simple explanation. As you said, there is something wrong in Britain, and I want to find out what."

The other Healer nodded, "I agree, it was like blinders were removed from my eyes when Mr. Potter made his statement."

Hmm, maybe we advanced from a children's story to a teenager's one? A nationwide Geas could explain the sheer stupidity of the pureblood cause. Tom better said, "I want to torture and murder everyone," Yeah, raping was not possible for Tom, he had nothing between his legs to be proud of when he stepped out of his cauldron.

Xxxxx

Two hours later we arrived back at Grimmauld Place, Moody left immediately, probably to report to Bones. Dobby gave me an early lunch. While eating, I gave Sirius and Hermione a brief overview of what happened.

When I was done, Sirius commented, "You know Harry, you have the knack for stirring up trouble everywhere you go. I think those healers didn't like to be called bigots. Dawlish was an asshole at Hogwarts, I doubt that has changed. It started the paper mill, from now on it is a DMLE case."

I shrugged, "If they are all like Dawlish, then I fear for the future of Wizardkind."

Hermione said, "They are not all bad, Harry, Vance, Jones, and Tonks are alright. Shacklebolt too."

I smiled sadly, "Yeah? They knew for a month that Sirius was innocent and did not have a trial, why did I have to remind them to do their bloody job?"

I thought of something, "Hermione, do you know about Pavlov's dog?"

Sirius was puzzled, "Who is Pavlov? I never heard of him before."

Hermione explained, "Pavlov was a scientist who studied human behavior, he proved we could be conditioned to behave in certain ways. For weeks he sounded a buzzer before he gave food to a dog, after a few weeks, the dog started to salivate when he heard that buzzer…"

Hermione gasped, "Harry? Do you mean Wizards are trained to behave in certain ways, just like Pavlov's dog?"

I nodded, "Think about it, a troll entered Hogwarts, and they act as if it is normal. The Muggleborn can't write home, no doubt the school owls are monitored, what about the purebloods? Why didn't they write home? Why did not one parent send a howler about it?"

I continued my questioning, "In our second-year children are petrified, and everyone accepted it as just another normal day at Hogwarts. Months later, Fudge put Hagrid in Azkaban to let it look like he was doing something about it. Why didn't the Magic Society kick up a storm? Something in Hogwarts is petrifying children, a lot have children or relatives in Hogwarts why didn't they remove those kids or close the school until the danger is over? Think about it, Dementors attack during a quidditch game!"

Sirius said, "Probably because Dumbledore was there and he would protect their kids. If he said he had everything under control people would believe him. That is why taking him to court will be a risk. If he declared it was for the safety of the wizarding future, sacrificing one kid for it is a small price to pay. Dumbledore will keep everyone safe."

I thought about it for a bit, "I bet he did at Hogwarts like Shacklebolt suspected he'd done at the Ministry, he keyed himself to the Wards and influenced the students with it. Trust Dumbledore, ignore strange phenomena, accept violence as normal. That kind of thing, he probably did when he started teaching at Hogwarts. It was done for the greater good after all."

I looked at Hermione, "Maybe that is why you thought everything Dumbledore said was the law. I bet if he told you to get better grades you had to snog Snape, you would probably done it."

Hermione's scream "NEVER!" was heard three blocks down the road.

Dobby came with a vial, "This be your first potion, Master Harry. You must take it to get better."

The elves have their own network, Dobby received the potions and the schedule from the St Mungo's elves and took control of giving them to me.

That gave Hermione time to cool off, the thought of snogging Snape was too much for her. It could be the two happy endings we got that changed her attitude, two nights in our bed, being held by someone… it changed us both I guess. It did for me. That, and the knowledge of the Old Guy made me look at life differently. I want to LIVE it instead of being manipulated by an old goat.

Xxxxx

Dobby popped next to me, "Missy Susan and Missy Hannah be calling Dobby, Master Harry, can Dobby go?"

"You can, Dobby, you don't have to ask me that again until I tell you so," I answered.

Two pops later, Susan and Hannah were standing in front of me. I smiled, Welcome at Grimmauld Place, Miss Hannah? I heard from your mother you dreamed about me, was it any good?"

Hannah glared at me, "It wasn't, Potter! I had one nightmare after another, mother had to give me a dreamless sleep potion to get through the night."

Susan added, "Aunty gave me a Calming Draught before I went to bed, and I still had nightmares, Harry. How do you manage to get some sleep at all?"

I shrugged, "Hermione helped me get through them these last few days, it helped a lot. But can I first introduce you to my Godfather Lord Sirius Black?" I said when I was pointing behind them.

Susan and Hannah froze up, Sirius Black was behind them? Carefully they turned and took their wands in their hands. Sirius' grin disappeared when he saw two wands pointed at him.

He held his hands up and said, "I surrender! Please don't kill me, my reputation would be destroyed when the word got out that I got offed by two angry girls."

I asked, "Sirius? Do you have a reputation? Since when? Hold the spells, Miss Susan and Hannah, I first have to know what reputation he had, it is probably something from twenty years ago."

Hermione giggled, "He could use some punishment though, lately he has been teasing Harry too much."

Susan and Hannah lowered their wands when they heard us joking with 'The Sirius Black'. Susan was the first to remember her manners, "Good day, Lord Black, thank you for allowing us to visit my betrothed in your home. We apologize for raising our wands at you, the knowledge of your innocence is still too new."

Sirius straightened his back and answered, "No offense taken, Miss Susan, I am rather impressed that both of you took a stand against me instead of running away screaming like most would do. As the betrothed of my Godson, you can view yourself as one of the family. You too, Miss Abbot, consider yourself a House Guest."

Hanna put her wand away, "Thank you for your hospitality, Lord Black, I promise not to abuse it."

Sirius sagged his shoulders, "Great, now that the formalities are out of the way I will retreat to my study, I am sure Harry will entertain you."

Hmm? How do I do that? Sing a song? Tell some jokes? Is this some Noble Code?

Hermione came to my rescue, "Dobby? Some tea and biscuits, please."

"In the parlor!" I added, I bet we have one of those here too. Now… where is that parlor?

Kreacher popped in, "Parlor not be ready for visitors, young Master, Dobby be serving tea in your room."

When we walked upstairs, Hermione explained, "Mrs. Weasley insisted that we clean this house by hand. Probably to keep us busy. This house was unattended for years, Kreacher was ordered to make the house inhospitable to squatters or unwanted relatives like Sirius. It is only a day that Kreacher and Dobby started to clean."

Harry's room had a sitting corner and the tea was waiting for them, Susan nervously looked at the bed before sitting down. After a few uncomfortable minutes, while sipping tea and nibbling biscuits, I sighed, "To be honest, I have no clue how to entertain you, I even don't know what entertaining you means, what am I supposed to do?"

Susan relaxed, "There is no need for formal talks, Harry, just act natural as if you are with friends, talk about school, hobbies, future plans, dreams, stuff like that."

Hannah added, "This is to get us to know each other better, Harry, we ask about your life and we answer your questions about ours. Let me start, how did Hermione help you to get over those experiences? That must have been something special."