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Chap. 41: Perspective

"It's… a lot like Hogsmeade," Susan said quietly as she and Harry walked down the high street in Avondale, the town he now lived on the outskirts of. "Only, well, muggle."

"Small villages and towns are pretty similar in that way, I suppose," Harry shrugged with a smile. His hand was held in hers, or rather Harry held Susan's smaller, warm hand in his as they walked. She had wanted to go for a walk, so Harry had dressed himself for a casual stroll through the woods or across the lawn, perhaps even the garden of the property.

He hadn't been prepared for the young woman to Side-Along Apparate him to a small trail just inside the woods near the far end of the town. They were closer, from here, to Sirius' house than his own though they were on the opposite sides of the valley in which Avondale sat. Both had, once he'd gotten his bearings, enjoyed a few moments picking out which of the small specks on the other side of the valley was his own home, and which the orphanage, which might well open by the end of the month, and those of his closest neighbors.

Sirius, of course, lived in a residential neighborhood of the town, and Harry had no way to spot his house, though he was relatively sure he was looking in the right place.

Still, the shift in perspective was interesting, he mused as they began walking through the several twisting streets worth of houses to get to the small shopping area on the High Street, what simply coming into the town from the other side did:

Made it more magical, different. A different perspective on the world, even such a small difference if one thought about it too much, could make profound differences.

Though, he also thought to himself with a grin, as this is only my third time in the town itself, and the first time I drove with Mr. Granger, the second time with Hermione while we walked around, I suppose it's still all new to me anyway.

Eventually, the last of the houses gave way to small shops, first a Tesco Express, the place Dan had gotten their steaks from for the party, since he hadn't wanted to clear out whatever supply the local butcher had (in fact he had, with some glee, explained to Harry that if the mega-chain was out, it would encourage people to 'buy local' more in the future, whatever that really meant).

After the Tesco, there was a spar shop, a garden center with a hand-painted sign, a McDonald's, a school. That was just the start, though, as Harry and Susan walked for half an hour along the main road. He counted two hairdressers, a library, a newspaper and periodical shop with an open storefront, the post office near the center of the town, a pie shop, three different places to get fish and chips, five other small restaurants, two butchers, seven pubs (not unusual, he had learned, for a small town), a metal recycling place simply called Imago's Ironmongery, two parks, the chemist where he and Hermione had gotten ice creams and met Margolie, a used car pitch, a second school for older students, an accountant's office, and a few churches, with another dozen or more small shops or Mom-and-Pop diners and restaurants he could not name.

Not yet. They all smell good, though. Lilith really outdid herself by choosing this place to live… I think the food alone is probably a good reason to live in Avondale. Well, I suppose maybe it was Sirius, I'm sure she picked this place because he was already here.

"Ready for a break?" Susan asked after they had been walking for a couple of hours all-told, exploring much of the town. Harry was carrying a few shopping bags from several of the stores, including a toy store that had been tucked away a bit off the main street behind a sewing and needlework shop, where he had decided to 'buy local' in a more direct way.

He had ordered a delivery of every single toy on the shelves.

The owner, an elderly man who said he had carved the vast majority of the old-fashioned wooden toys himself that sat in their own section outside of the mass-produced more modern ones, had been aghast, shocked, appalled, and then amazed when Harry had insisted… and the card he had charged the purchase to had cleared, well over eight thousand Pounds worth of toys sold in the half-hour it had taken him to ring up his full inventory on the old-fashioned mechanical cash register that would not have been out of place in Honeyduke's, and that was with doing most of the math in his head.

"I'll pay extra for delivery," Harry had then told him, "An extra… oh, hundred Pounds, if you'll deliver it to 1337 Craftsman Road, up the hillside. Oh, actually, sorry, 1550 Craftsman."

The poor, shocked gentleman had scribbled both addresses down, "I can arrange tha', easy enough, Messr. Potter, got the ol' delivery van out back, though she'll need a bit of a tune-up I think to haul all of this, maybe take a few trips, but… what's out that way, aside from you rich folks' houses?"

Harry chuckled, "Well, maybe you haven't heard, though it's a bit surprising in a town like this… figured it would be all over the gossip. All those workers up the hill? They're building an orphanage, a big one. These toys are for them, and maybe a few for my future children, too."

"Ain't tha' somethin'," the older man replied quietly, shaking his head, "Up-an'-comer, your age, doin' good work like tha'… well, more power to yeh, I say. This'll keep the kids off me back abou' fallin' sales, too, I reckon, at least for a few days, heh. Thankee kindly, Messr. Potter, kindly indeed. That's most noble work, an' I, for one, will be lookin' forward to more little ones roun' town. Most move out soon as they can, these days, off t'live in the big city."

"That has a charm too," Harry nodded knowingly, and sincerely, "but between the suburbs of London- I grew up in Surrey- I'd rather live here. It's quieter."

"You an' me, are of a kind, then," the man chuckled, and offered his hand, well after the transaction had taken place, "the old lady, before she passed, would've been pleased to hear it, too. The current Missus, well, she might prefer the larger, busier… but she's still with me, even after eight years, an' my second lady, at that. Even at my age, heh. Mind, I'm not as old as I look, but still, getting' on. You… you have a pleasant day, Mr. Potter, Miss Bones. I've got to get all this packed up and loaded- might be a few days- and make a few calls for some urgent shipments to restock, too."

"Of course, sir," Harry grinned, "Oh, just realized we hadn't even gotten your name!"

The hand was offered again, calloused and worn but strong and quick too, "Hector Miles, Messr. Potter, and you can definitely just call me Hector, or even 'that old barmy codger that makes toys'. Heard that one a few times in the last years, heh."

"I think I'll stick with Mr. Miles or Hector, thanks," Harry chuckled along with Susan's giggles, and snagged a few of the toys on the way out, with Susan in tow.

That had been an hour earlier, and now, he was reasonably sure the young woman herself was the one that wanted the break more desperately. "I could sit down and eat, yes… it's after noon, most places should be quiet. Honestly kind of surprised you're even awake after last night."

Susan blushed scarlet and looked away, "I… I actually didn't go to sleep. I… practiced. Did my, um, h- homework, after that… then when I saw you in the hall, I figured I'd ask. We haven't… well, we haven't done much just with us, except clean up Auntie's place a bit, and that- that day."

"Ah," Harry replied, then pointed at a sandwich shop near the same park he and Hermione had met Margolie in, "What about there? I could go for a good sandwich."

"Sounds great," Susan nodded, smiling happily, "Are you sure you don't want me to carry more of those bags?"

"Nah," Harry shrugged, then glanced around to make sure no one was close enough to hear before leaning in to whisper, "I made most of them feather-light anyway, and it's just a few. Gotta keep up the appearances of a good boyfriend, right? After all, this is our first date."

He was rewarded when Susan squeaked, then turned scarlet again. "I… I suppose… I suppose it is. A date. With you."

"With you," Harry agreed, and the hand that still held hers gave a little squeeze that made her smile broaden further. "I really do enjoy spending time with you, Susan. I know we aren't- or weren't- really close at Hogwarts, but I'm glad I've gotten to know you better the last few years."

She nodded. "I…"

Whatever it was she was going to say, though, the red-head held back, at least for a while.

Harry didn't press, largely because he knew she was still very shy in several ways, even if the D.A. and the death of her aunt, and getting to know him and his growing family had helped her get out of her shell quite a lot recently. There were, after all, still many people, like them, walking around the town and park in the warm afternoon of early summer.

It took half an hour for their admittedly delicious sandwiches and chips to be delivered, and the two spent the next fifteen minutes in relative quiet, only occasional moans of delight and pleasure at how tasty they were.

Harry found himself watching Susan eat, a strangely humorous, but pleasant experience he never thought he would actually enjoy. She was dainty with her fingers, but her mouth opened wide, taking bites easily larger than Harry's despite being several inches shorter, and she chewed with small, rapid motions.

Once, she licked a bit of sauce from her lips, and he imagined himself kissing her then, sucking her tongue into his mouth, running his own along it…

"What?" she asked, oblivious to the direction his mind had gone, "Did I miss some?"

"N- No," Harry blushed, "I just… was thinking about kissing you, that's all."

"Didn't get enough last night?" Susan asked, surprised, then blushed herself as she realized she had said that out loud, and in public, no less.

Harry watched her eyes dart around, but he was certain no one was listening: They were the only two customers in the shop at the moment, and the two employees, who looked like they were siblings, were playing some sort of card game behind the counter while they idly cleaned up after the lunch rush with their free hands. "No… no, I didn't," he chuckled, "I'm never really fully satisfied, at least like that. Last night was fun, though… at least for me. How… well, what did you think of it?"

She gulped, then reached for her wand. After a quick Muffling Charm and an annoyed glance in Harry's direction, she murmured, "It was… something."

He laughed, "Something. You watch what's basically a lesbian orgy with one bloke, me, and five other witches, and you say it's 'something'… you were certainly working on your 'homework' in the moment. It's just 'something'?"

Her glare worsened along with her red face, which was already becoming something akin to the color of Vernon's favorite puce, but Harry knew she was far from actually angry, and not even really embarrassed. She liked being able to talk about this sort of thing, at least with him, and had faith in her spell to keep their conversation away from prying ears. "I… yes, it was something."

Harry's grin widened, "Tell me more, Susan, come on. I'm genuinely curious. I know you and Hannah kissed a few times to 'practice'. Is it so different, watching lesbians or girls who might as well be bisexual for all they're willing to do, go at it?"

"Hannah needs to keep her big mouth shut," Susan muttered, looking away.

"You told me that one, remember?" Harry grinned, "On the night Luna got her first Runes, end of the year? Or maybe that was at your Aunt's house, I can't remember, but you did tell me."

"Then I need to keep my big mouth shut, too," Susan sniffed haughtily, this time lifting her nose into the air.

"Actually, I can think of a few other ways to keep it from blabbing, if that's what you want," he chuckled.

Her blush only got worse.

"More seriously, though, what did you think? Not just the 'fun parts', but how the Ritual works, how the Runes go on, all of that?"

"Auntie… Auntie was a bit of a traditionalist," Susan began with a huff, though her voice was low and quiet, "but she wasn't very big on some of the old rites. Called some of them- many of them- 'borderline dark'. I'm not sure about that one myself, but… I know there's a few rites and rituals usually done at Yule, the Solstices, the Equinoxes, and so on, and they're… well, a lot more, um, c-complicated. It didn't seem to have much ritual."

"It doesn't, usually," Harry shrugged, "Hermione and I both wondered about that the first few times, too. It seems the requirements changed? Ron and Hermione got their first sets- and I got one, too, even if it wasn't really needed- with just us and Lilith. They didn't drive us wild with lust, though, like they do now. I think- and it's just me guessing, I haven't asked- that it's because Lilith herself is much stronger now, so her Runes are stronger, too."

"Hm. I suppose that's possible… what about the, um, the- the three, well, holes?"

"Ah, that," Harry grinned, "Does one of them make you nervous? Or… two?"

Susan shook her head, smiling shyly herself this time, "N- No… not really. I've, um… well, as part of my homework, I tried some 'classical reading', and have put some things in- in there. In my bum. And they felt alright, I didn't mind at all."

"Interesting… we'll have to talk about that another time," Harry smiled as the girl's blush returned full-force after just beginning to fade.

"A- Anyway, no, it- it doesn't. I think I'd like to try that with you. Hannah says she loves it, anyway, and I… well, I'm at least willing to try. No, I was mostly curious why it must be three people, and three holes."

"That might be a 'power of three' thing," Harry shrugged, "I haven't asked that, either. Not even sure Hermione has, to be honest. It is after all a powerful number. But it doesn't have to be… I think it just works better if it is. The more people directly involved, the better, as Lilith's Runes, the fluids, all of her magic, is very emotion-based. So the more sources of powerful, heightened emotions, especially sexual or love based ones, the stronger the Runes are, too. The holes themselves are an act of service, and act of control, and an act of surrender, or something like that. She explained it twice, but it's been more than a year. She's usually happy to talk about it, though, if you have questions."

"Hm. I… will probably do that," Susan nodded. "What about you? You seemed like you enjoyed yourself… a lot, actually."

"I did," Harry laughed, "Of course I did. I'm very fond of all of you, and by that I mean I like Romilda, but she's… well, she lacks a certain depth that I miss in the other women. In you. She really just wants the one thing all the time, and while that's fun, and she's very good at it, I like a bit more than just shagging, you know?"

"Couldn't have told it from last night," Susan giggled.

"Yes, well… that was a special occasion for Daphne and Tracey," Harry reminded her, "And those are definitely fun, but I like the one-on-one time with just one lady, making her feel special, too. They're some of my favorites, in fact."

"O- Oh," Susan murmured.

"Like today," Harry continued, gesturing around at the nearly empty shop, "This, just spending time with you? Shopping, even, though that's not my favorite activity? It's fun, and I treasure spending time with you. Our 'lessons' are fun too, of course. I love them! But there's more to life than just that, as people keep insisting I remember, not that I need to."

"It's… reassuring to hear you say that, Harry," Susan told him quietly. "I'm about finished though, I think. Does this place have some sort of dessert? I could use something sweet."

"Like you?"

Her glare, again, was anything but annoyed as the pink returned.

"Kidding, but you are sweet," Harry laughed as he stood up, "They have some cookies under the counter I think, but I was actually thinking of some ice cream. You might even meet Margolie."

"Oh? Isn't that the…?"

"Yep! She works there," Harry nodded as Susan accepted his hand to stand, and waited while he gathered up their garbage and threw it away, then dropped several pounds into the tip jar. "Thanks, both of you, those were really good! We'll definitely be coming back!"

Margolie the Succubus hissed as she leaned over the glass counter in the chemist's to hand Susan and Harry their ice creams, "I thought you said you were going to leave me alone?"

"I am," Harry replied at a more normal volume, "I'm not here to bother you, I just wanted some ice cream with my date. I'm not aware of another place in town that sells them, yet. But if it's a problem for you, we can go elsewhere."

The auburn-haired young woman looked at him with a measuring, careful expression for several seconds, then nodded, "Fine… you can stay, but I've got my eye on you."

A few moments later, he and Susan slid into the last of the small booths at the back of the chemist's, nearest the restrooms, furthest from any eavesdropping customers, and the witch whispered Muffliato once more. "What's her problem?"

"Margolie?" Harry asked, "Nothing, really. She's mostly just scared."

"Of you?" Susan asked, surprised, "Only Death Eaters and Voldemort should worry about you."

The fact that she'd said the Dark Wizard's name without hesitation, in casual conversation, made Harry smile. Still, he shook his head, "Yes, well… I understand why she is. She likes it here, in our world, and she's worried that Lilith and I are going to steal her small Territory, drive her out, hurt her, send her back to her world, kill her master, or some combination of all that."

"You wouldn't do that, though," Susan protested.

"I know," Harry shrugged, "But she doesn't know me well, and from what I gather, Lilith is very powerful for a Succubus, especially one as young as she is. Margolie's been here for eight years or so, and is… well, about as strong, I'd guess, as Lilith was after two months."

"That's… why?"

He shrugged, "She told Lilith that her Contractor isn't the Summoner, and that's part of it- the Contract, and the Bond that creates, is stronger if they're the one who originally Summoned the Succubus. But he's also apparently a muggle, and getting on in years. The wife summoned Margolie some time before she passed, but not a long time."

"Huh."

"Right? Anyway, that's why the defensiveness, I think. One of the reasons I wanted to come was to introduce you, but the other was to see that we really don't mean her any harm. So if we leave without doing anything suspicious…"

"She'll start to trust you more?"

Harry nodded as he took a lick of his Rocky Road.

"Hm. Smart," Susan said thoughtfully, her own cone already significantly smaller than his. "Hmm… this is really good, as good as Fortescue's."

"Yeah, but don't ever tell him that," Harry laughed.

Twenty minutes later, he and Susan, bellies full and sweet tooth satiated, Susan was curled against him, a fizzy drink with two straws half-consumed between them.

"Oh, Susan… I have an idea to help Margolie out," Harry said quietly, "and help you out, too. Are you interested?"

"What- what do you have planned?"

He grinned, "Kiss me."

"Is that all?" Susan answered, and leaned in.

It wasn't.

As their kiss slowly deepened as those between teenagers on dates often do, the hand not wrapped around Susan's waist dipped lower, then trailed down the bottom portion of her blue, flower-print dress. He stopped for a few seconds on her creamy thigh to help the girl grow more comfortable…

Then started dragging the hem upward, inch by inch.

"H- Harry," Susan whispered, pulling away to glance half-panicked around the chemist's. "H- Here? Now?"

"Right here, right now," he replied softly, "Unless you don't want to. Just my hand on you, maybe a couple knuckles in you, like before… wouldn't that be fun?"

"But… but we could be seen," she hissed.

"I know. Isn't it fun? Bit of risk makes it more exciting, I think."

Susan Bones whined… but her legs slid just a little further apart in the booth. "F- Fine, but if we get kicked out, I'm blaming you, because I want this ice cream again and again."

"We won't," Harry chuckled, then kissed her again.

As Susan melted into his lips, his hand slid down, inside her thighs, and that last little bit higher.

And stopped.

"Commando, are we? No knickers," Harry murmured into her mouth, "Naughty Susan…"

Still between kisses, the red-head, pink-faced once more, whispered back, "Well, this is a date, and I get randy too, you know…"

"I love it," he shot back, and pushed two fingers inside her already wet, even drenched, hole.

Susan gasped, her hips rolled against him at once.

Soon, he was rubbing her clitoris with his thumb, the two fingers now each two knuckles deep as they alternated in and out, Susan's tongue wrestling with his, her body steaming against him, clutching his fingers tightly…

She climaxed there, in the booth, after less than ten minutes of what most would consider simply foreplay, gasping into his mouth, her forehead against his, panting.

A moment later, Harry made a show of wiping some 'ice cream' from the side of the forgotten drink, and suckled on one of his fingers for a few moments before offering the other to Susan.

She hesitated only a moment, this time, and her eyes fluttered as she tasted herself on his finger. "M- Mint?"

Harry grinned, "If I had to guess, wintergreen… like wintergreen frosting, on a tart. It's lovely."

"I… I never knew it could taste good," Susan whispered, "I… I might do that again after my homework."

"Do," Harry laughed, and pulled her skirt back down, "But we should probably get going, it's nearly midafternoon, and there are a few things I need to do today. I'm glad we got this chance, though, Susan."

"Me, too," she grinned, and slid out of the booth before him, this time offering her own hand, which he accepted gallantly.

Then, still hand-in-hand, they left the chemist, with a flush-faced, very strange, curious look from the Succubus.

There, hopefully giving her a bit of an emotional feeding will show her we really don't want to do anything to either of them. Hopefully it'll help her see things a bit differently, anyway.