Disclaimer: Anything that rings a bell belongs to J.K Rowling

A/N: Hi! So, this is the third book in the Ky Thornton Series. The first two are Phoenix Accession and Gemini Queen, so you will probably have to read those first for this to make sense!

For any old readers, I added 5 chapters to this story on 24/10/14 - chapter 38, 39, 40, 41 and 69 - hope you like them :)

Chapter 1: A series of unfortunate surprises

Ky's POV

I cringed as the floorboard creaked beneath my weight, tossing a furtive glance at the bed, but it lay still as the dead night.

I squinted, trying to make definable shapes out of the slabs of shadow that threw everything into imperceptible objects; I dodged what looked like a goblin which turned out to be a basket after further inspection.

I smiled at the bed, excitement mounting… it had been too long. I took another step forward and a salacious smile crossed my lips that reflected in the moonlight strewn mirror, it was his birthday after all…

I wriggled out of the black jeans that was considerably harder to do than two months ago, but it wasn't a bad thing. I had just regained my former size after the deleterious effects the Vikadel had on my body. I tossed the shirt off in one movement and it landed on the basket like a hat on a goblin and reached backwards to the confining metal contraption that I unhooked with ease, and it fell to the floor with a soft thud.

I kneeled on the edge of the bed, a wicked glint in my eye and grabbed the end of the large duvet.

"HAPPY- Oh shoot!"

I reeled backwards at the shock of seeing someone who definitely was not Harry in the bed.

The person, and a large one at that, looked like they had over dosed on the wide eye potion upon seeing me and shot up with a start.

My ankle made contact with something hard, and I fell onto my back just about the same time I heard a loud thud and a swear, as well as the rattling of falling objects as the shelf above the stranger's head came crashing down, the person in turn tumbling off the bed.

I stood; ready to bolt back out the window when I felt something very soft under my foot and a very loud, painful scream.

"Oh crapsicles!" I heard the sounds of muffled voices approaching, and I quickly jumped off the poor boy's crotch area which I had just placed my entire weight on seconds ago. "I'm so sorry!"

The boy rolled around on the floor in agony, clutching his bits, as the noise outside got louder. I grabbed my shirt as the light flooded into the room as the door was flung open and Vernon Dursley stood in the doorway with a cricket bat in his hand.

"Mummy!"

I held the shirt up in front of me, which was a second or too late, as Petunia Dursley came into view at her son's beckoning and rushed forward to the sobbing mess that must have been Dudley Dursley.

Before I could open my mouth in a word of explanation there was a deafening crack and Vernon Dursley was hoisted up against the wall by the neck I didn't even know he had.

The blonde man that was the cause for Vernon's now purple complexion and Petunia's horrified scream turned his amber eyes lazily to me, but even as they glowed golden in the dark room, I ignored them for the shining emerald that now floated at the door, beneath jet black strands of disarray and soft lips that parted in a round 'O' as he looked on at the situation in absolute amazement, his green gems finally landing on me.

I shrugged my naked shoulders and gave him a slanted, embarrassed smile,

"Surprise!"

Harry definitely looked it…

-x-x-x-

"Tell me again about the part where you stood on Dudley's…diddikins." Harry laughed at me from the place on his bed, in his room…which was one window to the right of the window I had snuck into.

I returned his laughter with a glare, "It isn't funny! I think I felt something break!" Ugh, I tossed up my foot onto the edge of his bed and wiped it on his covers as I sat on his desk chair, "I can still feel IT. Uggghhhh."

His laughter died down and his eyes roamed up my bare leg. I never did manage to retrieve my jeans, Harry pulling me out of his cousin's room in seconds after spotting me. I only managed to grab my bra and top, which I now had on.

His heated stare was broken by a knock on the door. He let out a deep breath and stood, and I watched him walk to the door, enjoying the image that was Harry mere feet away.

He pulled the door open slightly and I heard a familiar voice float through, "Trousers. Memory charms are done."

And with that there was a crack that symbolised Vez's exit. Harry turned, my black jeans in his hand and his left eyebrow raised, "Memory charms?"

He tossed the jeans at me, and I stood, hiding a smirk at the way his eyes roved over my body as I wriggled them on, "Well, Dudley Dursley is definitely not going to live with the memory of me topless."

"But Silvestre Sabre can?"

I cocked an eyebrow at his comment, "I managed to cover myself by the time Vez got there…do you not like him?"

He rolled his eyes, the rest of his features consumed by the darkness of the unlit room, "No, of course I like the seven-foot-tall French male model that does my girlfriend's bidding."

I laughed at his exaggerated description, "He's like a hundred years old."

"He doesn't look a hundred years old!"

"Believe me, spend two seconds with the guy and you will realise he's ancient. Plus, he doesn't do my bidding!" I was still annoyed with the fact that Silvestre and I were bonded, that I was his 'mistress'. I thought the whole thing exceedingly dehumanising and I wanted no part of it. But as it stood, he was the only perfect Palbei around and it was better having him on our side rather than the alternative. A thought that was very much supported by the number of times I got to see the guy in action this summer.

Harry heaved a sigh like he knew continuing the topic was futile. He sat on the edge of the bed and I walked forward, putting myself between his legs and smirking down at him at the position of my chest practically in his face.

Harry didn't return the smirk though, and looked down at the floor, but not before I saw the heat pool in his eyes. I frowned, kneeling down so I could see his face, "What is it?"

He shook his head, looking out the window. The moonlight cast his face into brightness, and I could see the slight bags under his eyes and shadow on his skin due to the fact that he hadn't shaved for a while. I liked it though, and I ran a hand across his face, playing with the tiny bristles as he leaned into my touch, "Hey…what is it?"

He shook his head again, looking back at me, turning his face to the palm of my hand, and tickling it with a soft kiss, "I missed you."

"I missed you too." I flung my arms around him, and he held me just as tightly. It was a long month, made longer by his absence. I spent the first week of vacation in some random chalet in France with the Sabres, moving to a little cottage in Germany the next week. The third week was the most tiresome yet productive one. I smiled, remembering the outcome of that week, and pulling out of the hug.

"So, I have great news!"

He pulled back, pushing his glasses up and straightening up on the bed while I rose to my feet, fishing the tiny bottle out of my back pocket. He glance at the little blue bottle and raised an eyebrow.

"You poisoned Voldemort?"

I frowned at his monotone, "I said great news, not dance-in-the-street-naked-due-to-happiness news."

He smiled, looking guilty from dulling my excitement and placed his hands on my waist, "What's our great news?"

"Well, you know how Voldemort's got some kind of manhunt on for me that the Bitch-Who-Wont-Be-Named is leading."

"And that's why you've spent the last month skipping across Europe whilst sending me like two letters?"

"Two letters too many! That's how they managed to find us in France and Germany by the way! The Sabres gave me an earful for that so quit it with the snarkiness Potter!"

He sighed, "I'm sorry, I just missed you. I guess I got too used to you being around."

"Well, I'm here now so stop acting so-"

He grabbed me by the hips and pulled me forward, his head at my chest, "I'm sorry. Please, continue with your good news."

I pouted down at him as he looked up at me, "Great news."

He smiled placatingly, "Great news."

The smile worked and I continued, "Well, after we had to leave Germany-"

"Wait, Palbei attacked you twice!"

I raised my eyebrows, "That's what I said! They found us TWICE."

"I didn't register that, shit, were you OK?"

"No, we all died." He glared at the sarcastic comment, "We were fine, I didn't have to do a thing both times." I frowned at the memory, "They locked me up in the safe room whilst they were fighting so I couldn't join the fun."

"Fighting Palbei is not fun Ky! You could have gotten seriously hurt! You should have locked yourself in the safe room. You-"

"I know, I know, I should keep my nose down and stay out of trouble, says the Prince of Hypocrisy. Anyway, not like it matters now, they defeated the threats and the princess was kept safe." I added the last part dripping with sarcasm. I sighed, "Can I continue with the good news."

"Don't you mean great news?"

"Well, it kind of dies down more and more when you interrupt me every five seconds."

He smiled in apology, "Continue."

"Well, we just left Germany when Vez had an idea that he should have had a month ago! Turns out he did everything with The Bitch for the last eighty or so years, so he knows her every move. He was the one that had to search for the Vikadel, and the ingredients for the Elixir she uses to help her look young. There's this island just off Western Indonesia called Sumatra, and there's another smaller magical island that can be accessed en route to Sumatra that Vez and The Bitch went to get all those ingredients! So, we went-"

"You went to Indonesia without any word?"

My eyes were wide with shock, did he not hear what I said, "I couldn't send word! Anyway, I just got back from that place like two hours ago and look where I am! Here! With you!" I jabbed my finger into his chest for emphasis. "Though I'm beginning to seriously doubt my chosen destination considering you are really dampening my mood!"

He sighed, biting his lips, "I'm sorry, I'm just upset that you did all of this. I'm upset that you had to do all of this whilst I'm stuck here waiting for your grandfather to come and get me, which I doubt he would even do, when I should have been out there-"

"What do you mean waiting for your grandfather to come get me?"

"Albus Dumbledore, your grandfather is coming to get me in two days and take me to the Burrow."

"How do you know?"

He looked at me like I was mad, "He sent me a letter, how else would I know."

I frowned, Nonno hadn't sent one letter to me all month…neither did Linus or Len, but I assumed it was because we were not supposed to have contact until new headquarters were finalised, and that they were unable to communicate on their part.

"Ky?" Harry said my name in worry, and I shook my head.

"Where was I, yes, magic island. Yeah, I spent two weeks there and found the ingredients that make up a potion that would stop the visions I was having. It's not as strong as Vikadel and it doesn't destroy my ability, just numbs it for a bit, and I have to take the potion everyday so-"

I stopped talking as I was hoisted off my feet and wrapped in a tight embrace as my message finally got through to him. Harry's lips found mine and he kissed me hard, I returned it in kind, running my hands over every surface of him I could after the initial shock wore off.

How I missed this, the feel of him, the smell of him, the very sight and sound of him and now this, the taste of him…the thirst quenching…wait…

"Have you been drinking?"

He frowned as I pulled away from the kiss; I was unable to see his eyes as his glasses were coated in a thick layer of heat.

"What?" He straightened up from the kiss and put me down.

"I…you taste like alcohol."

"Oh." He shrugged, busying himself with wiping his glasses on his t-shirt. "I had a beer a few hours ago."

I frowned, "A butterbeer?"

He rolled his eyes, "Yes Ky, I took a walk down to the Three Broomsticks and got myself a butterbeer! Of course, not a butterbeer, a beer."

My frown turned to a look of shock, "Where did you get a beer from?"

"Where did I…where do you think Ky, from a shop." He shrugged as if it was the most logical conclusion.

"You're underage, they wouldn't serve you."

"It's cute how you think that's true. Anyway," He shrugged defensively, "I don't see what the big deal is, I'm not the one hopping across Europe, sorry, I mean hopping across continents, I just walked down the street-"

"You weren't supposed to leave your house."

"Well, you know a lot of things happened that were not supposed to happen Ky!" He shouted, so much being said in just one sentence. He took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration, "Look…I'm sorry for shouting. It was just this one time. I was frustrated being cooped up here, the off license is just down the road, I was out for like five minutes. I just felt like giving it a try, just you know, breaking some rules that I could break without resulting in my death."

I stared at his outburst, seeing all of him, the stress in his neck and the rigid way he stood, the bags under his eyes, eyes that held pain…that held loss… I took a step forward, grabbing his hand, "I'm sorry too. It's your birthday, I shouldn't be interrogating you and I know it must be hard, stuck here with those people." And having to deal with Sirius' death, but I couldn't bring up his name just yet.

"Speaking of those people, Sabre said he obliviated them but it's been awfully quiet for the past few minutes." He jumped at the chance to change the subject and I obliged.

I smiled, "I guess its cause they haven't been in the house for the past few minutes. Vez has gotten rid of them for the day! Don't worry, you'll have them back in one piece by nightfall."

He looked at me quizzically, "Alive and in one piece, right?"

I laughed, "Unfortunately, yes."

"Because I don't fancy dating a murderer."

I rolled my eyes and leaned into him, "Mr Potter and his high standards."

His heated stare cooled down as the words left my mouth and I closed the gap just as he stepped back. I looked at him in utter confusion at the increased distance.

"I'm…I'm going to go and brush my teeth. You know, the alcohol."

He turned and walked out of the room, and I quickly followed. He stopped and I bumped into his back.

"Errr…Ky? You see the huge TV Screen too, don't you?"

I smiled, grabbing his hand, and pulling him into the room that was across the passage from his.

"What happened to my aunt and uncle's room?"

He manoeuvred his way through the plush royal red seats and turned around, taking in the home cinema in awe.

"Well I didn't want you to be stuck in the house on your birthday so I wanted us to sneak out and watch a movie or something, but Vez found out my plans and he got the Sabre Twins to do this so we won't sneak out and 'selfishly put both ourselves and the people who would have to come rescue us when things go wrong, cause they will go wrong' in danger."

"Are we expecting more people? I mean, all these seats."

"Are just to make it look like a cinema…we're all alone."

His eyes found mine, "The Sabres?"

I smiled, "Are outside in a car. They're at an appropriate distance to be alerted if anyone attacks but I doubt they would because I'm with you and these wards protect you."

He looked around the room, taking in the popcorn machine in the corner and the wall sized flat screen and the seats. "This is…you're amazing."

I shrugged, walking forward, wrapping my arms around him from the back and leaning my head on his right shoulder blade, "Happy Birthday Harry."

x-x-x

"Oh Godric, ugh, that was disgusting." He covered his face in my hair as one of the bridesmaids in the movie with the same name proceeded to…relieve herself in the bathroom sink. "You women are disgusting! This is worse than The Hangover!"

I laughed at the look on his face, happy that he was enjoying our movie marathon. We started with scary movies, a double bill of the Exorcism of Emily Rose and The Others, and then went on to comedies, The Hangover and Bridesmaids.

"Oh shit, she's going to do that right there! In the middle of the road! "

I laughed, "Still think bachelor parties are more awesome than bridal showers."

We both laughed, "Hell yes. I would rather get lost in Vegas than…get explosive diarrhoea from some weird restaurant."

"I don't think Ron would lose you in Vegas and Mi would probably cook the food herself than take me to one of those seedy restaurants."

I liked this; it was relaxed, comfortable and carefree. Like normal teenagers. We were cuddled up in the dark cinema, occasionally making out and a little more now and again.

Harry wasn't looking at the movie anymore and instead was staring at me, a serious look on his face. I smiled, "What?"

He shook his head, still not smiling.

"Do I have a popcorn kernel stuck in my teeth again?"

He shook his head, "You're the most beautiful girl I have ever seen."

I laughed, not knowing what to say, biting my bottom lip to hide my blush. I gave up on trying to subdue the red look on my face and smiled up at his heated stare, it suddenly got extremely hot.

I fidgeted with the hem of my tee, Harry still staring down at me like he wanted to rip my clothes off, neither of us paying attention to the movie.

Harry suddenly shot up, "I need the bathroom."

I sat, shocked, and confused for moments after his quick departure.

What the fuck?

What was going on! I mean seriously…he is definitely being weird! Right? Like hot and cold!

Could I make it any more obvious? I got us all alone in this house! I wore Esmerelda, his favourite bra! I practically threw my naked body at him! Well at Dudley but it was meant to be him! What was going…ohhhhh…

He does get it! He gets that I've been throwing myself at him…he's just nervous. I mean, I don't blame him, I'm nervous. More excited than nervous actually but I guess I'm the girl, it's not so nerve wracking for me than it is for him. He's the one that's going to have to perform most of the act… well I'm not going to just lie there either, but I mean…

I stood. I was over thinking this. This was what we both wanted!

I know he wants it, I'm pretty sure he wanted it last year and it would have happened if it were not for those series of unfortunate events at the end of term.

I walked across the passage and into his room, wriggling out of my jeans. At least I don't have to be shy about being naked considering he has seen everything… just not all at the same time.

And what do I have to be nervous about? I let Esmerelda fall to the floor as my top joined her, standing in the middle of his room with nothing but my emerald green lace underwear that I wore for the occasion…I was grateful that Hedwig was still out hunting.

I looked into the mirror, trying to fight the red off my face, why was I so nervous! Oh fuck, just breathe. I then realised that I was just standing in the middle of his room practically naked…should I like…pose…I laughed out loud at the thought. Pose! Was I getting ready for a freaking photo shoot?

I'll just stand here, like this, and he'll get the picture. He's probably gone to prepare himself anyway…wait…prepare himself…like what? Was he manscaping or something! No, he wouldn't!

"Ky?" I heard his voice outside the door as he entered his aunt's room and realised I was gone.

I gulped, oh fuck! I look like an idiot standing here in the middle of the room. As the door creaked, I panicked and jumped onto his bed, I probably should have laid there in the first place.

It seems in my gusto to get on the bed in time I jumped too far, catching only the end of the bed which I rolled off, managing to grip only his pillow for fruitless support.

"Godric! Ky!"

I heard his footsteps as I jumped up, "Shit. I'm…oh man."

"Are you OK?" His green eyes shone down at me filled with concern. "What happened?"

What happened was that I was trying to be all seductive Harry! Ugh, I was so embarrassed; I don't know how he wasn't laughing.

I sat up and hid my stupid embarrassed face with his pillow; I was such a fucking idiot. How does one person managed to make a fool of herself whilst being practically butt naked twice in one day!

"Oh come on, love, it's OK. Come on, don't hide that gorgeous mug from me." He pulled the pillow away from my face, a humoured smile on his face, "You are so cute."

I laughed, embarrassed, "I was actually going for sexy."

His smile dropped as he looked at me in a way that made my hair stand on end, "You don't have togofor sexy. You're always sexy."

He was quiet for a moment. Then he suddenly grabbed me by the back of my neck and pulled me to him greedily, his fingers exploring my skin quickly. I had this urgent need to feel his skin too and I pulled the shirt off his neck. I found his buckle, but it must have been some time because I couldn't undo it without looking, like I usually did.

I pulled my face away from his whilst I concentrated on the buckle and suddenly, I was pushed onto the floor as his hands roamed my skin. The carpet was rough, but I didn't care, my legs wrapped around his waist as he helped with the buckle that was still giving me problems.

"Fuck!" He straightened off me, on his knees between my legs and fought the buckle undone and I giggled at his frustrated expression.

I grabbed the pillow that fell from my hands earlier, knowing I would need the support soon and just then something caught my eye as it fluttered onto the floor. It must have been stuck under the pillow.

"Finally!" I heard him shout in exultation as he leaned forward, his belt undone, but I quickly scrambled back, hitting my back to the drawer harshly as I sat up.

"What the fuck is this?"

I looked down at the photo I had just grabbed, as if looking at it for any amount of time would make it make some sense. But it didn't.

I looked at Harry, his face shades paler as he stared at the photo.

"Harry, what is this?" Why wasn't he answering me…my breathing was so loud I could hear nothing else as I looked at the picture of…of Harry…in one of those photo booths…with a girl that was definitely not me. And judging by the picture he definitely didn't go into that booth just to take a picture, his face was hidden by her mass of dark hair as he kissed her cheek, and you couldn't clearly see her face as she had one of those silly massive glasses on as a prop…

"Ky…I can explain…"

"What is this!" I scrambled to my feet, he took a step forward with his hands extended and I batted them away, "Is this you! This isn't you right?"

There was a shattering of glass and the one lamp that was lit in his room burst but I couldn't care less about losing control now.

"Ky, calm down love-"

"Don't! Just answer the question! Is this you?"

I looked into his emerald eyes, and I knew the answer even before the word left his lips. I could see it in the guilt that just leaked off him, he took another step forward, "Ky, I can explain."

"Answer the fucking question, Harry! IS THIS YOU!" I didn't care if he looked guilty, he needed to tell me that I was crazy for even asking because Harry would never lie to me, Harry would never deceive me…Harry loved me.

His moment of hesitation stretched loudly between us.

"Yes."

I looked down, not bearing to look at his face for a second more and doubting if I could, even if I tried to, considering the amount of tears that sprung into life.

This wasn't possible…I trusted Harry quite literally with my life. Being away from him for a whole month left me unsettled, and that frightened me a little, but I kept telling myself that it's only natural because Harry wasn't just the boy I love. He was also my friend, and we shared so much - Mi, Ron, and even Nonno.

Nonno, who hadn't written to me once this Summer, yet wrote Harry.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" I spat at him, launching out of my reverie as he advanced towards me.

I grabbed my clothes for the second time today and ran for the door, throwing on the items as fast as I could.

"Ky-"

"DON'T!" I screamed, batting his hand away for a third time, wrenching the door shut behind me, closing it in his guilt-ridden face as I sobbed down the stairs, wondering why on earth I was complaining about feeling embarrassed earlier, when this feeling of heartbreak was ten times worse….

A/N: So that's the first chapter…

Please review and try to have an open mind…all stories need twists and turns, and some roads are windier than others…

Kalina