The next morning Harry's eyes flickered open and shifting he leaned over to see his beautiful mother lying on the bed next to him. Looking closely at her he couldn't help but recall the events of the previous evening.
"Morning, Harry," Lily informed him in a sleepy voice as Harry wrapped his arm around her. She was still buck naked from the previous night's activities and that was something that brought joy to his heart. The wizard placed his hand on the side of her face and lovingly stroked her cheek.
"Morning, Mum, I guess last night wasn't a dream, was it?" Harry asked her.
Lily offered Harry a smile then a statement that got his motor running just a little bit. "Would you like me to give an encore presentation to make sure it wasn't a dream?"
Harry was not going to lie, that was something that excited him to no end. The wizard pushed her over then kissed the back of her neck. He ran his hands lovingly down her shoulders trailing them slowly downwards until her grasped her ass within his hands.
"For the record it was amazing, the best," Lily breathed out to him, shifting so Harry could kiss her on the lips, a kiss which she returned eagerly. The redhead losing herself in the feel of his lips upon hers and her nipples stiffened at the thought of it.
Lily sighed, Harry was so talented, she was proud of him. He would make a bevvy of women so very happy.
"You know, I don't know how I went this long without sex," Harry mused.
Even though she had died fourteen year ago, her new body was that of a twenty one year old, young, and pure, well it was pure until Harry debauched her last night. Not that Lily was complaining about it. Mentally speaking she was a virgin as well after her rebirth until the night previous.
"So, we got all nice and sweaty last night, I think that it would be a good idea to have a shower," Lily suggested to her son and Harry smiled.
He thought of the possibilities and he could not help but be amazed by what he could do. His young mother, twenty one years, was the legal definition of a MILF with her large breasts, flat stomach, shapely hips, toned and tanned ass, long legs, not to mention her beautiful face, was offering to share a shower with him.
Due to the nature of the bond they shared Harry didn't see her as anything but a lover, who could give him pleasure and he would give her pleasure in return.
"See you on the other side, Harry," Lily offered, standing she moved towards the shower swaying her ass and wiggling her hips the whole while. Harry couldn't help but follow her.
The redhead made her way into the shower and the steam made things even steamier. Harry kept walking towards his mother, stripping off the sleeping pants he had put on last night before they fell asleep along the way.
"Wash my back, honey," Lily said as she peered over her shoulder with a seductive glint dancing in her eyes.
Harry would be insulted if she did not ask. He placed his hands on her back and washed her down carefully making sure to give every inch of her back with an intimate caress.
Lily breathed out in pleasure, the feel of her son's strong hands all over her body was amazing. They were made for more than gripping a broomstick. The redhead felt the pleasure rush through her body as Harry cupped her tight backside and ran the shower gel that appeared down it.
"Feels good?" Harry breathed out that question directly into her ear, sending a shiver running out throughout her whole body. Lily turned around to face him fully.
"Let me get you," Lily breathed as she rubbed the soap down his chest and smiled as she ran her hands all over his body. "Let me get all of you, love."
Lily breathed in, as she ran her hands up and down his body. She saw his length twitching at her touch, which brought a smile to her face as she went lower to find his large manhood ready for her.
Things were going to heat up pretty quickly.
Smut/Lemon Begins:
Lily embraced Harry in the shower, causing the steam to envelope around them. She rubbed her large breasts up and down his chest, causing the pleasure to escalate through his body.
"Mum, feels so good," Harry breathed as Lily moved her fingers down towards his crotch.
"How about this, baby?" Lily asked as she grabbed her son's huge cock and ran up and down his member. The redhead manipulated his huge dick with her soft hands.
Harry closed his eyes and kissed his mother on the mouth, as she stroked his cock harder yet. Her hand wrapped around him extremely tightly and snugly as her nipples got even more stiffer.
"Mmm, good, tastes great," Harry breathed as he placed his mouth around Lily's nipple and started to suck upon it. She closed her eyes and felt her son sucking on her nipple.
The energy coursed through her body as Harry continued to lick and suckle on her nipple. The redhead rocked her body back into the wall as Harry brushed his hard rod against her dripping entrance. The woman was feeling the pleasure as he worked the head of him.
"Oh Jesus, Harry, don't tease your mother like that," Lily begged as Harry worked his hand underneath her breast and the redhead panted with Harry plunging his hard member into her. Each shot brought her closer to some level of enjoyment.
Harry worked his cock into her hard and Lily's tightening walls went around him. The young woman closed her walls around him as Harry pumped into her, working around her tight walls. The redhead closed her eyes and felt the pleasure that was around her walls as he plunged into her.
"Yes, Harry, yes, baby, deeper," Lily panted as she lifted her hips towards him with Harry having a smile on his face as he plowed his mother as deeply as he could have.
Harry pushed himself back and speared into her once again. Lily closed her eyes as she tightened around his huge cock with the redhead's cunt squeezing his phallus as he pumped into her, with Harry pushing her into the shower wall.
Lily's breasts pressed against the wall, the redhead closed her eyes and felt the pleasure rush even greater between her loins.
"You're mine, mother," Harry whispered lustfully as he slammed his cock into her. "You like that, don't you, don't you?"
Harry grabbed Lily's breasts as he slammed into her tight pussy, working between her legs. The redhead closed her eyes with Harry working into her from behind, slamming his massive length into her. The wizard explored his mother's tight pussy and also her lovely, squeezable breasts.
"Harry, Harry!" Lily yelled as Harry plunged his cock deep between her walls and Harry worked deep into her.
Lily's walls were so hot and warm but Harry was intrigued about another part of her body. He ran his finger down her asshole and Lily panted as Harry played with the inside of her crack.
"Harry, Harry," Lily begged him with Harry squeezing those nice breasts, and working into her. His cock worked into her center with Harry working himself deeper into her tightening quim.
Lily felt the rush of pleasure as his rock hard member plunged even deeper into her body. The redhead clutched onto the edge of the wall as Harry plunged into her.
Every single nerve ending of her body was on fire with Harry working into her body. The wizard grabbed the edge of her hips and plunged his thick rod into her.
The woman's walls wrapped around her as Harry kept working into her, his thrusts buried into her. She felt like she was on fire.
"Who does your pussy belong to?" Harry breathed as he pressed his mouth on the back of her neck and plunged into her.
"Yours Harry, yours," Lily panted as Harry grabbed her breasts from behind, working into her from behind. He brought his dick between her walls and signified the ownership of her body with her. The woman's eyes closed with Harry working into her. The young witch breathed as her pussy hugged his rod as he filled and emptied her with a never ending loop of pleasure.
Lily felt him slide in and out of her, with the breathing go into her. His hands worked down her body, feeling the area between her pussy.
Her lips were so wet and Harry brought his fingers into them, brushing them up against his lips. The young wizard licked her pussy juices and then offered them to Lily. The redhead took them as Harry worked his dick into her.
He decided to allow for the next play as his mother's clear juices went all over his rock hard cock. The wizard pushed into her, with Harry cupping her breasts. He worked into her with Harry pushing in and out of her, with Harry going into her.
"I'm going to take your ass," Harry breathed as he grabbed her breasts from behind and Lily closed her eyes. "Do you want me to take your ass, Mum?"
Lily smiled and she mewled out in a whimpering voice, practically begging him with her eyes. "Yes."
"Say it, say what you want your son to do?" Harry asked Lily as he ran his hands around her breasts and she felt her cunt clench with potential pleasure.
"Take it, take my ass, take my ass!" Lily moaned.
Harry smiled, he was not about to let his mother down. His huge cock worked into her from behind. He stretched her ass out with Harry burying into her.
Lily worked her hands against the walls, as Harry plunged his hot prick into her tight rectum. Her nipples stuck out stiffing and Harry worked his fingers around her nipples. That caused heat to spread through her body, with Harry working himself between her legs. His balls worked against her thighs as she pressed against the wall.
The redhead lost herself to the desires, the pleasures, the utter erotic sensations that Harry brought into her, with his cock spearing into her tight rectum. His balls slammed in the side of her hips as Harry went into her, spearing into her.
"Oh, that's it, that feels so fucking good," Lily panted as Harry hammered her tight ass, working into her repeatedly.
"I know it does," Harry breathed in her ear as he plunged into her tight rear and worked into her.
"Yes," Lily mumured as she moaned and wrapped her fingers against the wall. There was a plunge of his cock going deep into her tight ass.
Lily's breasts pressed against the wall as Harry plunged into her from behind, working his hard dick between her lovely and ample cheeks.
His balls slapped against her thighs, with Harry working into her.
"About to cum," Harry told her and Lily's pussy clenched with Harry working into her. His fingers probed her pussy.
"Take my ass, cum it, mark me for your own!" Lily shouted.
Both saw stars as the steam surrounded them. He worked into her, thrusting all the way as his balls prepared to drain himself into her inviting bowels.
Harry's loins exploded and he came hard. He grabbed onto his mother, plowing her into the wall as he unloaded his prize into her juicy ass.
He saw the pleasure in her eyes and that really got him cumming hard. Several thick ropes of his seed splashed in her walls.
Lily cooed in contentment, and they continued their fun.
Smut/Lemon Ends.
"We do need to seriously plan out our day," Lily commented as she sat at the kitchen table, as they made their way through a large breakfast. After the strenuous activities that they undertook both the night before and in the shower, alongside being powerful magical individuals. They needed to be refueled so they could make the best out of the day ahead of them.
Harry smiled back at his mother, it was a slight teasing smile that tugged across the corner of his lips. "Aw, you mean having sex all day and all night isn't what's on our agenda for today?"
Lily offered him a flirty smile, with a gaze that dripped with seduction. "As enticing as that thought might sound, we do have a lot of things that we need to do. We can't hide here forever. I'm going to have to announce that I've returned to the world, and that's going to require some doing. After all, it isn't every day that the mother of the Boy-Who-Lived comes back from the dead."
Harry offered her a pained smile, really wishing that she did not use that title.
"I thought you didn't really mind the fame?" Lily commented to Harry. "Even though the mask that you present to the world seems to not care or resent it. Due it being gained as a result of James and my actions that night."
Harry thought that much was true. He gave the aura that just wanted to be "Harry", but the truth was that he wanted to be anything but normal. Being raised by the Dursleys turned him off at being anything that was considered normal. If they were what it was considered to be normal, than Harry was not a huge fan of being such.
"The mask is something that I have to wear to make sure that people underestimate me," Harry told Lily and the witch smiled and gave him one statement.
"Fair enough, that shows why the sorting hat wanted to put you in Slytherin," Lily mused.
"Dumbledore seems to think that was because Voldemort put a part of himself in me the night he died," Harry commented and then he cringed. "You know? Voldemort putting a part of himself in me, it took me this long to find out how wrong that sounded. Which makes it even stranger that's the first place Dumbledore's mind would go."
"Yes, no kidding," Lily offered with a shudder, though now that she thought more about this, she couldn't help but wonder about what was going on in her son's head. "As you've likely figured out by now, Dumbledore and those who follow his gospel, have an extremely simplistic view of what good and evil is. To them, everything is black and white."
Harry smiled at his mother, listening closely to what she had to say. Quite frankly he could sit there quietly and just listen to her speak for the rest of his life with no complaints.
"Let's put it this way, if some nutcase tied up then raped and killed your family. You wouldn't be offering them a second chance. You'd want to make sure the bastard paid in kind," Lily said as she pushed her hands back and sighed. "There are a disturbing amount of people out there who white knight the murderous bastards as some unloved person who just needs a hug and some sugar cookies. But while some of them have serious mental issues, some people kill because they get off on it and they need to be put down."
Harry gathered that his mother suspected Voldemort was one of those people. Actually after his encounter with Tom's shade in the Chamber they both knew for a fact that he was one of those people. He watched his mother slowly lick the maple syrup that she put on her waffles from her fingers, making sure that she had his eyes locked on hers as she did so.
"If I'm going to take these people on. I'm going make sure they don't get back up again, I don't care how wrong people think it might be," Harry offered to her.
"Death Eaters wouldn't stop killing you because it's wrong, so why would you offer them the same courtesy?" Lily asked and Harry could not find any reason. "There is no prison in the world that could hold them if Voldemort wanted to break them out."
The problem was that the Death Eaters could be replaced. There was always someone who was willing to follow a cult leader like Voldemort for a little itty bitty teeny tiny bit of power.
"Dumbledore and his Order could have taken down the Death Eaters easily, but Dumbledore made them swear an oath never to take lethal actions," Lily said as she ate the waffles that were on her plate. They were good and cooked the standard way. She didn't like house elf prepared food.
Mostly because she didn't like the creepy little bastards. That being said, it was obvious that if they weren't bound to a family, their magic would turn on them and destroy them. Something that certain people didn't bother to research before going on an overbearing campaign to free them from slavery. While she was all for implementing a way to keep them from being abused freeing the little bastards wasn't possible. "Thus they get picked off one by one. It's amazing how that worked."
Harry thought there was a tone of agitation in his mother's voice and to be honest, he could not blame her in the slightest. He sensed that she had some friends in this Order of the Phoenix who died because of this and saw a lot of death in her twenty one years of life.
"When Dumbledore finds out and judging by the time dilation properties, it should be an extremely long time before he finds out," Lily said to Harry.
"Well, that's Dumbledore for you," Harry commented as he watched his mother. "Do you think he manipulated everything regarding my life?"
"Well you don't live as long as Dumbledore without understanding a few tricks of a trade," Lily offered to Harry as she stroked her chin, more to give herself something to do than anything else. The redhead's mind was going a million miles a minute as she pondered the predicament. "I don't know what the old man's game is, but it's a dangerous one. That's how Dumbledore works, if his past lines up."
Lily added another statement as an afterthought.
"It may not be deliberate, but delusions might be worse than deliberate manipulation," Lily said as she watched him. "Given that he refuses to hear a bad word about Snape, it's obvious that he's cracked in the head."
Harry knew that Dumbledore claimed Snape switched sides and spied for the "Light" at great apparent danger and risk to himself. The only problem with that, was for all they knew he could have changed sides at the last moment and if he did it once he could do it again. It was quite obvious the Severus Snape would always do what's best for Severus Snape.
He could sense that his mother thought the exact same way as he did about this.
"Severus Snape is on no one's side, but Severus Snape's," Lily informed him as she ran her fingers back through her hair and Harry nodded. That about lined about what he suspected.
That was true, as much as she loathed to admit it, she knew Snape creepy bastard as he was, very well, and thus she liked to think that she'd have some kind of an insight into how the man operated. And he operated in a sense where he would sell out his own mother if he got an offer high enough.
Then again, given the Snape family dynamic and the fact Tobias used to beat him up like a red headed step child while Eileen did nothing, it was messed up all around.
Lily and Harry ate breakfast, both had a lot to think about but the aftershocks that were coming were going to be enough to rattle them all.
"St. Mungos is first on the list, so we can take a look at that. There's no way it should be as raw as it is so many years after you got it," Lily offered her son as she tapped his scar.
"I wonder if they can do anything. I keep being told that since it's a curse scar it'll always be like this….but I think that it's worth a shot," Harry said. There was something about this scar that made him feel that on some days his mind was not his own. "Will they blow the whistle on us to Dumbledore though?"
Lily smiled. "Harry, if you shove enough gold underneath the noses of the Healers, or anyone else in the Ministry for that matter, and they won't tell anyone, even if their lives are on the line."
Harry got the sense from his mother that there was a lot of greed at stake.
He wondered what his "friends" were going to think when he found out that he was gone from the "safety" of Number Four Privet Drive. Given their vague letters this summer, they could stand to be in the dark a bit. They deserved it and Harry was this close to cutting all ties to them.
For someone who preached about "needing to be united in these troubled times," Dumbledore sure liked to keep him in the dark. Harry hoped that all of the things that were adding up his mind didn't prove to be true, but it was becoming obvious that there was something happening in the background.
"The Ministry doesn't believe you about the Voldemort thing," Lily said and Harry looked thoughtful.
"It's time to use the Ministry's own broken system against them."
He had to look into a couple of things but a plan was forming in his head that would be worthy of Salazar Slytherin. The Ministry wanted to play games, well Harry was going to prove that Fudge was out of his league. He was only the son of one of the brightest females to ever walk through Hogwarts, he knew a thing or two about intelligence, even if the official records didn't reflect it.
"HARRY DID WHAT?"
The voice of Molly Weasley resounded throughout Number Twelve Grimmauld Place as she screamed at the top of her lungs causing Hermione, Ginny, and Ron to flinch in pain, as they were standing at the door and when Extendable ears picked up anything, they picked up everything. They were not the only ones to flinch.
Dumbledore was the only one who did not flinch at the screaming of Molly Weasley. He lived so long that he did not fear anything and Molly Weasley was something that he did not fear in any way whatsoever.
"He's gone, he ran away, doesn't he know….doesn't he know that he should have listened to you?" Molly asked.
Dumbledore smiled, but there were times where Molly's hero worship of him disturbed even him. The Headmaster's eyes twinkled as he watched her.
"I'm sure that we'll be able to find Harry before too long," Dumbledore said to the Weasley matron. Harry had a role to play and he needed to understand the need for sacrifice. Dumbledore thought that as long as Harry was alive, he was perfectly able to live a comfortable life.
"Well, you might not be able to find him, even if you look," Sirius said, he had a feeling that Dumbledore was saying some kind of half truth.
"Yes, Black, because Potter is a master of deception," Snape commented in a scathing voice.
"You know, I've been trying to cut down on grease in my diet, Snape. So if you don't stow the attitude, there's the door, don't let it hit you on the ass on the way out. I don't feel like having to sterilize it after," Sirius told him as the two locked hate filled eyes on the other.
"Sirius, Severus is…."
"On your side Dumbledore, but why did you think it was a good idea to bring him along when hunting for Harry?" Sirius asked to him. "You surely can't be blind enough to not see how much those two don't like each other."
"Now, Sirius, Severus is mature enough to put a grudge behind him," Dumbledore said in his grandfatherly I know and see all tone.
There was no question about it and Sirius wrinkled his nose at the thought of it. Severus Snape was not that mature and Dumbledore was that senile. A disgusted feeling twisted it's way through his stomach as he thought about Snape and Dumbledore.
"Dumbledore, I hate to tell you that I told you so, but I told you so," Sirius said to Dumbledore and the Headmaster looked at Sirius, with disappointment in his eyes.
He supposed that Sirius had a point, although he missed the point that he was trying to tell him. He did not want to let the Order know about the Dudley Dursley situation and he was quite disappointed with Harry as he allowed his cousin to have his soul sucked out. A poor innocent boy who did nothing to anyone had to suffer because of a moment of teenage rebellion. Dumbledore could not believe that such a thing occurred and he really hoped that Harry would have been more mature than that.
"I don't know why we're standing around here, we need to find him!" Molly yelled frantically with the same tone all Mother's used when they tell someone to "Think of the children!" That poor little boy was out there lost, scared and he could have been kidnapped. But worst of all he probably hadn't gotten enough to eat recently.
Molly felt that children shouldn't leave the house until at least they were twenty five or so, it was too dangerous for them to do so. They could get an injury and then who would protect them?
Sirius felt the urge to go use the toilet, head first, when he was around Molly Weasley. It appeared that raising seven children had caused her to lose her mind. Although given how Percy and Ron turned out, he supposed the apple did not fall from the tree. Those were the two that took after Molly the most, which was why Sirius was really truly amused by the fact she didn't see the latest situation with Percy coming. It was the same with her and Dumbledore, only instead of kissing the old man's ass, he decided that he liked the taste of Fudge instead
"The boy isn't in Diagon Alley, he wouldn't have found his way to Hogsmeade, and I know you have the magical sensors in the Ministry monitored," Snape told Dumbledore and the Headmaster nodded.
"This is correct," Dumbledore agreed.
Snape really hated that boy.
Ginny listened although she walked away from the edge of the door, with Ron and Hermione following behind her. Hermione was in a huff.
"Well, looks like Harry escaped the Dursleys," Ginny commented with a smile on her face as she could not resist saying the next few words. "Good for him."
Hermione nearly lost her mind at those words. "Good for him? Good for him!"
"Yes, Hermione, you know Harry doesn't like to be there. Well you should know in any event, as you're his best friend to the point where people think that you spent half of your time cleaning each other's tonsils out," Ginny commented in a sweet voice which caused Hermione to become scandalized.
It was not so much at the thought of being with Harry but the fact that any boy did not catch her interest. She only went out with Krum as a cover up for him, with them fabricating a backstory. Thankfully the scandal involving her, a Muggleborn, going out with the Quidditch hero would be far less than any scandal that came out about Krum's real sexual preferences. It would mean the end of his Quidditch career if that got out.
Ron shook his head, Harry Potter was Harry Fucking Potter, therefore he could do far better than someone like Hermione. He had to pat himself on the back for coming to that conclusion.
"Did you hear Dumbledore…."
"Well I heard Mum, so she kind of spelled it out for us quite simply," Ginny said as she winced and rubbed her ear.
"It's Harry. I mean he's got to be fine, he wouldn't be Harry if he wasn't fine," Ron offered with a shrug. "I'm sure he'll be fine."
"Honestly Ronald! You're insensitive, you know that!" Hermione snapped in a shrill voice. Harry had no right to go off somewhere and not tell her. After all they'd been through, and after all of the times she helped him. She would have thought that he would have been more grateful.
Hermione was also stressing out over her OWL exams, which where ten months away at this point and it was not improving her mood any. If she didn't get anything but Outstandings, she might as well have failed everything, died or even worse been expelled. There could be no one better than her in any subject. The fact that Harry was better at her in Defense Against the Dark Arts and the practical application of magic, bothered the hell out her. But she figured that Harry should have something.
Given that he was an underachiever at best and he would have failed had it not been for her help. Hermione couldn't help but wonder if Harry had a developmental problem because he should do a lot better. There was no question about Ron and his many issues.
Ginny waited, she was curious of whether or not her mother would find out what her and Hermione had been up to. Obviously Ron would not notice because they were not on a plate and edible so Ginny had no reason to fear about that.
Ginny shook her head, her mother had planned out both weddings since her first year. She feared Harry and Hermione getting together to ruin her perfect plan.
Well that was not going to happen but a wrench of a different sort was thrown in the works. Ginny could not help but smirk at that thought. Her mother deserved everything that she had coming to her.
"Well, there's one thing that we need to do straight away," Harry offered to his mother and she shifted towards him with a smile as she leaned against him.
"What's that honey?" Lily asked to Harry as she sat in his lap and started to feed her son and lover strawberries. She popped them into her own mouth, took a bite and then pressed it into Harry's mouth. Their tongues touched together with hot and sinful desire, dancing against each other as they shared the juices of the fruit between themselves that way.
"Well other than the fact that we need to make sure that there are no problems from you returning from the dead," Harry told Lily and she smiled as she draped her legs over his as she leaned towards him.
"Yes, that is a problem," Lily agreed with him as she faced him, their eyes looking into each other. "But I'm sure that there is an even bigger problem we need to resolve first."
"The scar," Harry offered to the redhead as she tapped his scar for emphasis and nodded.
Leaning back the young witch smiled at him. She thought long and hard about the scar, then did a bit of research. They had been in the castle for a month, although they did figure out by the display in the castle that less than a day had passed, if that had passed in the real world. She figured that by now, Dumbledore found out he was missing and there would be consequences.
"I've been thinking about what we need to do, and talking to Andromeda Tonks is the first thing we should do," Lily told him. "She's Sirius's cousin, she also works as a Ministry legal representative. Therefore she knows a few things about the loopholes that we can exploit to make Fudge's life a little bit more difficult."
Harry smiled, he was all about making Fudge's life difficult, especially given what happened. The Minister of Magic preferred to stick his head in the sand in his best imitation of an overgrown and quite pompous ostrich. Dumbledore might have been many things but he would not lie about the return of Voldemort. Although Harry was curious about why the old man did not work any of that Albus Dumbledore magic in order to make Fudge admit he was back.
For someone who was beloved by many, Dumbledore was unable or perhaps unwilling to play the game to make people believe when their lives were on a line.
Then again, trying to figure out what Albus Dumbledore was going to do was going to be a headache in a half. It made Harry want to bang his head against something repeatedly. Then again, that how Albus Dumbledore was. He was just someone who had made people want to scream in frustration with how vague he was. Hell, Harry couldn't remember a time where he'd ever heard him give someone a straight answer.
"We do have a lot to do and right now, St. Mungos awaits," Harry said as he traced his curse scar again.
To be honest, the scar did not sting as much after his nighttime activities with his mother, but he wanted to get it checked out. He wondered if Dumbledore had gotten him checked out when he was younger, although there was something that made him doubt it a lot.
Lily pulled on a nice black t-shirt that wrapped snugly around her ample breasts, which seemed to have grown a little bit more over night, but that might have been her imagination. She added a tight jean skirt to the equation and a pair of black thigh high boots. She added a layer of lipstick and clipped her hair back.
"You look hot, Mum," Harry said and she smiled at the praise from her son.
"You keep that up, Harry, and my head won't be able to fit through the door," Lily offered him in a teasing voice, as she bit down on her lip.
"Well I'm sure I'll find a way to make you fit," Harry told her and Lily laughed as she wrapped her arms around him and gave him a blazing kiss.
Actually it was not technically a fireplace, in the traditional sense of the word. It did not require Floo Powder, in fact it was amazing even compared to other magical items, which was something to itself.
"I'm assuming that we just say the location and we'll be there?" Harry inquired.
Lily invited him to do so. The redhead's hair framed her face as she waited for Harry to touch his hand on the fireplace and he smiled.
"St. Mungos!" Harry yelled into the fireplace and he smiled as Lily and Harry saw the energy vortex open up. It was glowing rather brightly and seemed more like a portal then anything else.
He walked towards the bright light, as he followed Lily inside.
Harry had a glamor charm over his face, which prevented his most distinguishable mark from being seen by anyone. He was known by his scar which meant that if the scar was hidden, then he could take care of business.
The fact that he was connected to some snakeface crazy man with Daddy issues, that made the scar a lot worse.
"Hello," Harry said to the person at the desk. "I'm here to inquire about a specialist regarding curse scars."
"That's a very particular area to inquire about," the woman at the desk offered. She looked extremely bored, obviously just there to collect a paycheck.
Harry smiled. "Well if you're willing to point me in the right direction, I'm sure that I can pay you well."
"You better for such an inquiry," she commented rudely.
Lily frowned at the rudeness of this girl.
"It would really be a shame if you lost your paycheck," Lily said coldly as she looked her straight in the eye and the woman offered a sigh as she popped the bubble gum in her mouth. "You can do this easily, or you can do this the hard way. The choice is yours."
The woman figured out where her bread was buttered and she picked up her wand, then tapped it on the edge of the desk. This allowed a series of files to appear. She waved her hand as she rolled through everything.
"Well, you'll find your expert up in Room Twelve, that's on the third floor," the woman at the desk told her. "If anyone knows about curse scars, she's does. She's been here a long time."
Lily hoped that this person was discreet, although she was not afraid to modify a memory or two if it saved a lot of lives.
Harry smiled, the moment of truth was at hand. For better or for worse, they were going to find out what they were going to do. Harry could not wait to see if this was checked out.
"Of all of the people who I expected to walk through my door, you were the last person that I expected to see," the Healer commented as she looked carefully at Harry. She made her way through his medical records, though they were very thin. The records from his many Hogwarts visits were...lost in the owl post apparently, despite Dumbledore swearing that they would be sent. "Let me swear upon my magic, nothing that happens in this office leaves it."
The Healer knew all about Harry Potter. There were very few people out there who really did not know about him, unless they were sticking their heads into the sand for the last few years. She was an elderly woman, she had been here for a long time, which was pretty good for a Healer. It was not a job that was a long term one to say the very least and many had broke down under the stress.
"And you know that my mother has…."
"Returned from the dead. That's a curiosity, but that's not why we're here," the Healer offered and Harry wondered if she saw so much, that pretty much nothing rattled her at this point. She looked to be the type who'd seen everything. "We are here for this matter. The mark that defines you. A curse scar, which is like no other in the world."
The Healer paused for a second.
"If you had been brought here to get checked out right after it happened, like was protocol. We might be able to deal with the problem easily but considering Dumbledore skirts around protocol, all of the time, I suspect that was too much to hope for," The Healer explained to both Harry and Lily.
Lily recalled reading the laws, any kind of dark magic was supposed to be checked out immediately by St. Mungos, no exceptions. Harry's curse scar was a weird anomaly to end all anomalies but still it left some kind of scarring influence.
"I've never seen anything like this in my life, there is only one magical signature that even comes close, but if this is the case, you should be dead," the Healer said.
Harry offered her a wry smile. "Technically speaking, I should have been dead a couple of times by this point. The killing curse just happens to be the first time it should have happened."
"That point is well taken," the Healer agreed as she placed her hands on the folder and flipped through it. She thought about the legend of Harry Potter. There was no telling how he survived the Killing Curse, other than he did. The only person who knew for sure. Considering she was set up the ritual in question that allowed him to survive, was Lily and she didn't seem inclined to offer any input on that fact.
"So, what is this theory you have?" Harry asked, he hated delays in regards to something like this, he needed to know now.
The Healer was about to tell him.
"Your scar has residue inside of it that is similar to that of a Horcrux," The Healer informed him and there was a pause as Lily watched, with a frown.
"A Horcrux…."
"The diary," Harry said suddenly.
He had to offer a brief explanation about the events of his second year involving the Chamber of Secrets.
The Healer frowned, once again another child that was supposed to be under the care of Albus Dumbledore was exposed to dark magic and was not brought to St. Mungos for some kind of prompt care. It was getting to the point where if he was not malicious, he was in fact quite negligent to say the very least.
"Well, that would be a Horcrux, but you've been more than possessed by a Horcrux," The Healer commented and she paused. "You are a Horcrux."
Lily's wand hand was getting twitchy.
"Is there a way to remove it?" Harry asked.
"Well, this really is unprecedented. A living thing is not supposed to be used as a Horcrux," The Healer continued as she touched her hand to a nearby shelf. If the living thing was the only Horcrux, it could mean that the person who created the Horcrux was a ticking time bomb.
Books appeared in front of her, scanning the titles she grabbed one, flipped through it and then placed the information in front of Harry and Lily's faces.
"Every now and again. We get a case of Horcrux possession where someone comes across an artifact of a long since deceased dark wizard," the Healer explained.
Black market books on Horcruxes were extremely popular and doing the ritual wrong, could cause the user to trap themselves within their own soul container, forever.
"What if we take this removal ritual and modify it slightly?" Harry asked Lily and his mother raised an eyebrow as she looked it over.
Yes, that could potentially work, anything could work with enough imagination put behind it. The redhead's face contorted with a thoughtful gaze.
It could really work, with Lily making the modifications. It was mostly charm work.
They would need five other females to make it work, and if she had someone like a Veela as part of it, it would be even better.
Lily smiled, she had some ideas, but it would take some time.
"I think I've got an idea," Lily told him and Harry couldn't help, but be intrigued but the hint of mystery in his mothers tone.