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It had been six months since the total defeat of the Death Eaters. Voldemort was dead, Bellatrix was dead, all of the monster's chief followers were dead or missing, and finally, the Ministry was once more controlled by people that wouldn't abuse it or take the power that it granted them, well… for granted.
Harry had done far more than the lion's share of the work in seeing all of that to the bitter end, and with his friends and trust companion, Hedwig, at his side. If it wasn't for the trio, he would have been dead many a time over. Hedwig especially had risked herself for his safety, and the intelligence that she had, it was astounding for any creature. He sometimes wondered if there was more behind her eyes than that of an owl; the world was filled with Magic, after all.
Either way, that thought was nought but an errant one as he made his way down to the basement. He had finally brewed — with help from Hermione — an animagus potion so that he might be able to reveal his animal form. He had found the recipe in a book from Grimmauld Place and had sought out one of his best friends to ensure it was deemed safe and useable. When it was, he didn't hesitate. He wanted to feel closer to his father and Sirius, and as such, he made the potion so that he could do just that.
Hedwig was flying freely through his home and even now, she was trailing after him, watching him as he worked. It wasn't that odd. Hedwig was a respectable owl and never once did anything that angered him. That was more than he could say for most people if he were hones—
There was a howling, ghastly sound that made him stumble. It wasn't entirely strange for Grimmauld Place. Really, it wasn't. He had heard so many strange, haunting noises and yet, after all sorts of searching, he had come up empty-handed. There was no real reason for the sounds, and yet, there they were. They continued to be bothersome regardless of what he did.
Merlin, even Bill Weasley, a man that was all but family to him, had taken a look around a fair few times to ensure the place was safe and that there wasn't some sort of curse or haunting that was happening. When even that man came up empty, proving beyond a shadow of a doubt that there truly was nothing in the home that seemed to be causing the issues that Harry so often heard, he had let the matter drop… only for it to seemingly bring itself back up once more.
With a huff, Harry stopped moving towards the potion and instead, turned so that he could investigate the noise once more. He knew beyond any doubt that he wouldn't find anything, for there seemed to be nothing to find. That didn't stop him from wanting to check in the event that he finally did find the source of the noise, and beyond that, he didn't want to 'guess' when his safety and that of Hedwig's came into question. He was reckless, sure, but he wasn't that reckless. He doubted anybody was.
"Hedwig, stay here and keep an eye out, yeah?" Harry asked with a smile as he looked at his most trusty companion.
She hooted back at him, flapped her wings once and flew to a nearby shelf. When she perched herself atop it and nodded her head at him once, he figured that meant he was good; he wasn't stunned by her understanding of his words either, it was normal by now, and thus, he was off, leaving the potion and room in the care of his trusty companion.
Hedwig watched as Harry left the room, his wand lazily held in his right hand as he left through the doorway, and it was then that she finally made her move. It had taken years, several years, and she had put in so much work in the hopes of finally being able to be free, to be her true self, and this was the only chance that she thought she might ever have. There had been so much thought put into this, that even the ingredients near the cauldron were purposefully placed thanks to the 'help' that she had given him.
All it took was a few flaps of her wings and a couple of nudges, and like that, those extra ingredients were added to the potion. As soon as they were and they lingered for a few seconds, she did what she had planned to do for a very long time. She clung to the outskirts of the cauldron and drank from the mixture that she had just concocted. After doing so, the feelings were immediately noticeable, and she did the only thing that was left to do — she fell into the cauldron, and instantly upon doing so, there was an incredibly loud boom that set the building, perhaps even the whole neighbourhood, shaking.
Harry had just concluded his investigation from where the noise had come when another noise, this one far more startling and literally concussive, shook the home and himself. He had nearly fallen over from the force of it, and he nearly pissed himself with how sudden and loud it was; he would have too, had it not come from his own home. He wasn't sure how the ghost, haunting, spells or what have you had made it past himself and Bill many a time, but he would see to it tonight that the problem was solved. There was no other way that he'd be able to have peace of mind.
Tentatively, Harry made his way towards where he thought the noise had come from, and that would be from his potion laboratory. He hoped that didn't mean his animagus potion was destroyed, he would be wroth if it were, for he had spent thousands of galleons and weeks of work on the damned thing.
He swallowed when he saw the door was slightly ajar rather than closed as he had left it, and slowly, after steeling himself for any number of things to be wrong, he pushed the door open. His eyes went immediately to the potion, and he hung his head when he saw that the cauldron was frothing with liquid all over the ground; it was still upright, sure, but the liquid being off-coloured and on the ground wasn't very promisi…
Harry blinked and rubbed at his eyes. He had to be going mad. There was no other explanation.
Hedwig was gone, and in her place, there was a woman that rose from the cauldron naked as the day she was born, and she was stunning. There were so many words that he could use and none of them would do her any justice.
Fleur Delacour would come close, though that wasn't exactly a descriptive word. It didn't matter, and after he rubbed his eyes once more, he took in the natural beauty of the woman before him. She had white-blonde hair that looked illustrious enough to make the aforementioned Fleur jealous, breasts that were perkier and more beautiful than any woman he had ever seen, curves that were indescribably perfect, and the look that she wore on her face… she had to be some sort of perfected Veela that his potion had somehow made.
There was no other explanation for her perfection, beauty, and the self-satisfied glorious look that she wore on her face despite her nakedness.
Harry watched as the woman slowly extracted herself from the cauldron, dripping with the liquid that had frothed up. He watched as her long, hairless legs stepped out from that metal bowl and onto the floor, and he watched as she prowled towards him, until, finally and when she was close enough to him, she pounced.
He tried to react, but he failed to do so on account of her nakedness; the woman was blindingly alluring, and he hadn't a clue as to why that was or where she had come from. He was simply stunned still, and as a result, he found himself on his back on the ground with her straddling him.
Briefly, he wondered if words would be exchanged or if she might demand something from him. He wouldn't be surprised, not really. There had been many witches that had done stuff that was close to as crazy as this, and he figured there was bound to be somebody that would try something such as this… mayhaps the potion and exiting from it was a bit strange, but who was he to judge?
"Who a—" he tried to ask the woman for her name or for anything that might explain who she was and what she was doing in his home, but before he could, her lips were on his with an almost violent nature.
He had never been kissed so aggressively. Her teeth pulled at his bottom lip, and her hands forced their way into his hair, wherein they pulled at the roots of his hair as she moaned into the kiss.
"Mate," said the woman, her voice strange-sounding but perfectly understandable when she pulled back to look deep into his eyes. There was something almost familiar to them too, but he couldn't quite place the eerie familiarity. "Finally. So many years, such exhaustive work… you're mine."
Harry put his hands on her shoulders when she made to lean in and snog him again. As much as he enjoyed a naked, beautiful witch in his lap that was keen on 'mating' with him, he wanted to be careful. Maybe he was a bit paranoid after years of Voldemort and the man's followers, but that was what kept him alive, amongst his friends and the actions of others.
"Who are you?" he got out as the woman wiggled in his grasp and leaned forward so that she could try and kiss him again.
There was an annoyed-sounding noise that emanated from deep in her person, and she huffed. "You know who I am — you freed me after years of confinement. I can finally stake my claim. You're mine, and now that I have you, I'll make it clear to everybody, you included, that you're mine."
Harry huffed. That wasn't exactly an answer.
"Calm down," he said as the woman wiggled again and tried to fight free from his grasp. "Your name? Please? If I'm supposed to be yours and you've been confined your years, can't you give me your name and who you are?"
The woman made an offended noise this time around. "You don't recognise me?" she asked, a pout on her face.
"I ca—" he tried to speak, but she took advantage of his confusion and jolted forward, smashing her lips against his and forcing him to the ground once more as his hands slipped, one of them finding purchase on a particularly soft, perfect circle with a peak at the centre of it.
She pulled back for air, her eyes flashing as she practically preened under his attention; she made sure to jut out her chest as she raised her nose. "You find me attractive. I know it, and you know me. I look as I did in animal form, only far more perfect."
Hedwig isn't missing… is she?
Harry squinted as he took in the woman's hair colour and the eyes that were so very familiar to him.
"Hedwig?" he asked, his tone unbelieving even to his own ears.
The woman nodded rapidly, clearly pleased, and then she did much the same as she had been doing throughout their brief but somehow long time together… Merlin, he was confused beyond belief. That confusion didn't stop her form jolting forward, her hands in his hair and her mouth against his.
Maybe he was crazy, maybe it was all a dream, but with the beautiful creature in his lap, naked and snogging his brains out, he did the only thing any bloke would do; he just went with it.
That had worked thus far in his life and he was certain it would continue to work.
