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Author's Note: This was something I wanted to do since I read this story, as I felt that things were missing that I could add to make it better. So I looked through his reviews to see what the readers wanted, and I'm planning to try and add some of them in this story. The blood protection won't have Harry with every girl he meets, but those who can be useful in one form or another. Sure it'll control them in some form, like keep them away, and such, but not bed them all. Hope you like it.

One last thing before we begin: IF YOU DON'T LIKE THE STORY DON'T REVIEW AND DON'T CONTINUE TO READ. Sorry but I have gotten a few reviews in the past that would send flame reviews even though they knew what the story is about, even after a few reviews they keep doing so. So please, if you don't like the story after one of the chapters, just don't review and stop reading.

Prologue!

Godric's Hollow, October 31st 1981:

"Lily, it's him! Take Harry and run!" a young man named James Potter shouted up the stairs to his wife with a desperate hope that she could find a way out.

He knew she was smart like that. Common sense and a familiarity with the tactics used in this war they so foolishly got swept up in guarantee there would be anti-apparition and anti-portkey wards already in place cutting off that avenue of escape. But the messy haired man had faith in his wife, the smartest witch he knew, that she could find a way to save herself and their son, Harry.

Tragically, as the front door of the hut that they were hiding in blust open and a man in a black robe entered, James would never know as he fought for his family life, that only one of the two would live on past the night. Or as the man died, that it was his wife's plan from the moment she knew that the most dangerous Dark Lord was after their family, would ensure that her son would have a future.

The most important thing in her life.

"Such a good husband." The woman of blood red hair murmured in appreciation of her husband's sacrifice, as she went up to her son. James's sacrifice gave her a few more precious moments with her beloved son to finish her preparations for the ritual that meant to protect her son.

Putting the finishing touches on her original creation, a ritual of her own design, Blood Protection. This was Blood Magic, an old and ancient kind of magic, something she found in the Potter's Library. Now Blood Magic was something that was rarely used nowadays because of the cost of using it, blood and lifeforce. But for her son, Lily would be willing to make any sacrifice to protect him, even if that sacrifice was her life.

This is where the Blood Protection came in, she created the protection so that it would protect Harry from anything or anyone that wanted to harm her son.

She knew that for Blood Protection to work, Harry would need to be near her blood. This led to a small problem, the only other person who shared her blood was her sister and that was one person she didn't want her son to be near to, seeing how her sister and her husband hated anything un-normal as her sister put it.

So to deal with this she set up a plan with Sirius, Harry's godfather, where he would do a ritual where Sirius would become her blood-brother by magic and so would allow the Blood Protection to work fully. As it needed love and care for it to work as she planned. It wasn't necessary for her to make Sirius a blood-brother, as the Blood Protection could do the work well enough on its own but it would take longer and sometimes not as powerful.

But if the Blood Protection was around someone who was connected to Harry by blood, someone who loved and cared for him, it would become even more powerful and able to do more. This is why she wanted Sirius as her blood-brother, so that the Blood Protection becomes stronger. Something that wouldn't happen if her son went to her sister, as Petunia hated her for having magic and the Magical World for not being normal. If Harry went to her, not only would the Blood Protection have a hard time, but Lily feared what might happen to her son.

There was another reason that she wanted Sirius to become her blood-brother, she wanted someone who would tell her son no and teach him from right and wrong. If a female was around, she would do whatever Harry wanted to make him happy. Sure Sirius thought that Harry having a harem was a good thing and would teach him things to help with the ladies and playing pranks on people, but he can be serious, pun not intended, when he wanted to be. So she knew that when needed, Sirius would teach her son right from wrong and tell him no if things get out of hand. But at the same time, be a loving, caring and fun father figure.

The problem was that she couldn't do the ritual whilst they were in hiding, as no one could come to them in fear that Voldemort had their friends followed. So she left notes and some of her blood for Sirius to do the ritual himself.

She just hoped that everything would go as she hoped with the spell, as she only had nine months to work on this one spell ritual. Creating a new protection ritual wasn't an easy thing to do, normally it would take years of research and testing before it was ready to be used properly. Making sure everything worked together as it should. But she only had nine months to make it work, and whilst she was the smartest witch of her age, she knew that she could make mistakes like everyone else and feared she might have made some whilst creating this new ritual and what the side-effects there could be. But she didn't have the time to worry about this, a Dark Lord was coming to get them.

Because of this, Lily made one last quick check on the ritual circle around Harry's cot, making sure that the markings seemed to be right. For this ritual, apart from her own blood, she used three powerful bloods that she could get her hands on at the time, griffin, dragon and a veela.

All these were what she wanted in the Blood Protection, protective and willing to do whatever it took to protect her son. The ability to entrance those around Harry to make sure he was safe and happy, and the power to do all this. It was the best thing she could come up with to protect her son. Seeing how she couldn't test it, she wasn't sure if it'll work as she hoped it would or not. All she knew, hoped, was that it would protect her son from Voldemort.

Either way, with little time left before the Dark Lord came to kill them, Lily paints a small rune on her son's forehead, Sowilo: which symbolizes the sun, life, fertility, power, success. This would be where the protection would be stored, where it would do its job to protect her son however possible. Placing the rune on her son was just the second to last step in the process.

The final step would be the sacrifice of her own life.

For this type of ritual to work, a sacrifice of the coster was needed instead of some of their blood, a sacrifice that Lily was more than willing to make. If it meant that it would keep son safe and guarantee that he would be well cared for by the people he meets in life Lily knew she would sacrifice anything to do so - even her own life.

This didn't stop her from cursing James for weeks for dragging them into this war, and berated herself in private for allowing him to talk her into it in the privacy of her own mind, after she learned of the life she was bringing into the world.

The life of her son for whom she'd do anything for.

Case and point, the hours upon hours of work, the sleepless nights spent researching, all for this. To protect her son, her Harry, from the man who so foolishly came after them.

'Well too bad.' Lily Potter thought.

His mistake and her sacrifice will ensure her son's future.

What she was doing had the same properties as a curse, by the technical definition. A persistent and lasting magical effect after its activation that will irrevocably change him.

Its first purpose is simple enough, it was the main reason that she created this ritual. To stop anyone with the intent to kill her Harry from being able to; no matter the method they try to use, it would fail. This is where the griffin came into her plans, seeing how it was protective by nature to protect their territory, be it place, person or object. Lily added the dragon as dragon's hated to lose or being tricked.

The second, and more complicated from an arithmancy standpoint, is to permanently change his physiology. This alteration would make a permanent change in his body that will constantly exude pheromones and a subtle frequency of his magical aura that would compel people to want to help him. To care for him. To forever want to do anything for him after being exposed to him only once. This is where the veela blood came in, as they had the ability to entrance their victims, making them do whatever they wanted.

But because of it tying into his natural biology, this blessing she's giving him will only affect those of the opposite gender. Sure many would consider this wrong, but to Lily though, she was alright with it. To her, her son deserves nothing but the best the world has to offer, no matter the cost or how it has to happen, and this would ensure he will have plenty of love. And the women would always be there for him, protect him and do whatever it took to make him happy. Especially since she wouldn't be able to do anything else for him after tonight. And if he gains a harem because of this, good for him.

Sure most mothers would be against this, but she was a bit of a pervert herself and the thought of a harem of women protecting her son was a good idea. As the saying goes, hell has no fury like a woman scorned, so a harem of angry protective women protecting her son was an ideal way to protect him.

The third part is the greatest accomplishment however. She couldn't leave this to chance. Couldn't risk that someone would undo all her hard work and take her gift away from her baby. So she gave this gift a semi-sentience. Allowing the magic the ability to decide how to make things better for Harry, and how to keep him safe and happy. Like if it sees Harry about to do something it thinks would not be beneficial to him, the magic would intervene and try to change the outcome if possible.

A true embodiment of her love that will stay with Harry forever to protect him. It will ensure his survival and allow him to thrive, to become the best at whatever he wanted to do. She didn't care what he became, she didn't care if he became the next Dark Lord as long her son was happy.

"Oh Harry, mommy loves you." She gushes while her hands cup her face and devotion shines in her deep emerald pools.

She didn't look away from him, wanting this moment where she can gaze upon her perfect son to last as long as possible. Sadly, it didn't last as long as she would have liked, when the door behind her blew open by the fool-who-was-doomed.

Turning around to face him, she had an eerie smile on her face that gave Voldemort pause for a moment. He was understandably confused, he had just killed her husband and is about to kill her child as well, so why was she smiling? Was she planning to do something? Foolish enough to interfere in what he had planned.

Hopefully he wouldn't have to kill her though, as he remembered that he promised a loyal servant that alerted him to this potential danger, that he would spare this woman if he could. As it's always good for morale to reward his followers for exemplary work. Positive reinforcement and all that.

Putting aside his unease with the red haired mudblood he said, "Step aside girl. I'm only here for the boy, you can live." His sibilant voice promises.

Voldemort wasn't sure if it was his imagination, but the temperature of the room seemed to plummet like a swarm of Dementors had just descended on them; as the woman's green eyes hardened and her smile froze.

With a certainty in her voice that honestly surprised him she spoke, "You can kill me. But you will not hurt my son."

"Get out of the way foolish girl!" Voldemort snarled at her.

She was beginning to wear out his patience. He had things to do after this little errand was over and she was taking up his valuable time by being obstinate.

"No. You can kill me, but you will not kill my son." She stated with a force of presence, and something else in the air, that Voldemort found more than a little unsettling.

"Very well then, if that's your choice. Avada Kedavra!" He summoned the dreaded Killing Curse to strike her down.

And down she fell, with a softer smile on her face now in death as in the last moment of life, she felt her ritual activate successfully. Little did she know though, but a tiny part of her soul was added to the ritual, which if unleft would not only power it, but give it more of sentience to it. As it would give it memories from Lily, which would help make it help Harry more, and give it the ability to pick and choose on how to act to benefit Harry. Meanwhile, the now orphaned boy was crying, not understanding what's going on, but on some level knowing he'd just lost a parent.

At the same time, the rune that resembles a lightning bolt, drawn on his forehead in his mother's blood sinks into the skin and becomes a permanent part of Harry forever.

Brushing off the unnerving encounter with the troublesome women, the Dark Lord stalks up to the crib containing the so-called 'child of prophecy.'

With only a passing glance at the mother of this little boy, Lord Voldemort couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed for his loyal subordinate. Lily Potter may have been of inferior breeding and standing, but she was quite the looker. He could see why Severus would settle for that, but he'd just have to get over it. He would have to find someone else for him, someone with a better standing for his loyal servant.

Casting his blood red eyes onto his nemesis, he can't help but scoff. This small child was supposed to be his downfall? Well perhaps if Voldemort was inclined to let him grow up there would be a chance, but that would be the height of foolishness. Better to end this now and put him out of both their misery.

Pointing his wand directly at the child, and thinking nothing of the blemish that would soon be his undoing, he cast the Killing Curse for the third and final time that night.

And the clashing of two magical certainties began and ended.

Avada Kedavra, the Killing Curse. Lily's Blood Protection from death. These two forces of nature battled for dominance in a striking similarity of the unstoppable force and immovable object.

But the Blood Protection had an advantage. It was made, by design, to adapt specifically to situations like this. Why bother trying to fight brute force with brute force, when it could simply turn the momentum around.

The green Killing Curse was powerful, yet simple. It was this fact that made all the difference when the dedicated protection of his mother's love for Harry redirected the curse that could not be blocked, and returned it to its source.

All of this took place in the span of a split second, allowing Voldemort no time to dodge, nor any time to comprehend what happened. All he knew was pain as his body was torn apart. The Dark Lord's Horcruxes anchoring his soul to this plane of existence did all they could to keep his soul in his body as they were designed to. But the Killing Curse cannot be stopped.

So, piece by piece, Voldemort's corporeal form broke apart as his own failsafe against death stopped him from being able to flee his body, effectively trapping him in the torment, until there was nothing left to hold him in place.

Such traumatic crises of his very being had disastrous consequences, as by the time he was finally free of his excruciating suffering, he could think of nothing but getting away from this place.

But in his pain he didn't realize he left some of his own torn, and tattered soul behind.

This piece of soul simply wasn't enough to do much of anything. It couldn't think for itself and could only move on an inborn instinct of survival and fear of death. It was known that this wasn't the first time the main body had split before though and all of Voldemort's soul knew what was supposed to happen after the separation. And there just happened to be a fresh, magical nexus of a sort. Because of this it attempted to save itself by merging with the most heavily magical thing it can feel. Attempted being the key word.

The embodiment of his mother's love did its job in protecting young Harry. But it was still newly formed. And magically exhausted.

Any other time it would have been able to fend off the piece of foreign soul. In its current state of exhaustion however, it could only contain it for now. But it would study it, and learn from it. The manifestation of love incarnate would make sure that this person who tried to end its host would be neutralized in the future. Having a shard of this person's soul to manipulate would ensure that they won't be a threat again.

It would only be a day before the protection was tested again. By a wizard who meant well, but tampered with something he didn't fully understand. This meddling would have far reaching consequences that would change the world far more than it should have.

And all because one old fool thought he knew best.

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Privet Drive, November 1st 1981:

It had nearly been a full day since young Harry Potter lost his parent's and their killer tried and failed to kill him. During this time, he was looked after by a half giant for the former Headmaster of Lily and James Potter, Albus Dumbledore. The said Headmaster was at Privet Drive, where he had told his Deputy Headmistress that Harry would be living with his aunt and uncle.

"No, surely not Albus! You can't mean to leave him here? I've been watching the house all day and they are the worst sort of muggles." Minerva McGonagall implored the wise looking old man who had just, somewhat embarrassingly, caught her out in her Animagus form of a cat. "You couldn't find people more unlike our kind than them." She said with particular emphasis on that last word, as though she was speaking of something repulsive.

"Ah but that is precisely why he must remain here." Albus Dumbledore says. "He should be raised by family and away from all the fame that our world will no doubt hang on his shoulders for his part in ending the war." He finishes his case with a wide smile, and twinkling eyes.

"He's truly gone then? He-who-must-not-be-named is gone?" She gasps, getting her hopes up.

A forlorn look overcomes Dumbledore's face, "Alas, only defeated and weakened I'm afraid. I suspect he is powerless and has fled for now, but I fear that he'll return one day. Thankfully somehow young Harry's mother's sacrifice managed to allow him to survive the killing curse with only a scar to show for it."

The silence that fell over them as they take in the crisp, cold November night is interrupted by the sound of an approaching motorcycle.

Rubeus Hagrid, the half giant who might as well be a full giant when standing next to any person of average height, pulls to a slow lazy stop before cutting the engine. He steps off the bike and gingerly reaches into the side car of the motorcycle with surprising gentleness that belies the size of his hands, and pulls out a wrapped bundle inside of a small basket.

"Good evening Hagrid. Did everything go alright?" The wizened old man asked.

"Good evenin' Professor. No trouble at all. I managed ter get little Harry outta the house before the muggles started poking around. Lil' tyke fell asleep as we were passin' over Bristol and bin quiet ever since."

"Very good thank you Hagrid. Please give him here so I can set up the wards to keep him safe." Dumbledore requests of his longtime friend and follower.

Having glanced in the basket in order to get a glimpse of her favorite student's child, and only remaining legacy, she sees a curious lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead. McGonagall can't help but ask, "Is that it? Is that where the Killing Curse struck him?" She inquires.

"Yes I believe it is." Dumbledore muses. He had already detected the foreign soul residing in the scar. And his old heart broke as his worst fears came true, and at the fate that awaited Harry now. The prophecy was quite clear and now it looked as though no matter what the outcome is in the future, Harry Potter would have to die, so that his old student Tom Riddle who became Lord Voldemort could die.

He knew of no other way to destroy a horcrux than the destruction of its container.

But that didn't mean he couldn't turn this entire situation to his advantage. Because of the wording of the prophecy he was reasonably certain that now, no one and nothing except for Voldemort himself could actually kill Harry.

And he's still just a baby right now. Plenty of time to mold the young boy into the martyr that the Wizarding World needed. By taking a few simple measures now, the Headmaster of Hogwarts can make his life with muggles awful. He can make it so bad, that when the time comes for him to return to the Wizarding World, the young boy would jump at the chance for salvation and to escape this mundane existence to the wonders of magic.

All the while Dumbledore would be there, built up to be everything that his reputation precedes and more. A grandfather figure that will save him every year from then on from the horrible summers with the terrible people he is about to leave the dark haired baby with.

Meanwhile, he could test the boy every year to see how he is getting along. Help guide him and properly reinforce the desired, self-sacrificing behavior his machinations will instill. So that when the day comes and Voldemort returns to power, Harry will fulfill the destiny that Dumbledore envisions for him.

Harry's sacrifice will go down in history as the pivotal moment that rendered the Dark Lord killable. Albus Dumbledore would make sure of it. He would also be sure to do right by the boy, and let all the world know that Harry Potter was their savour in the end. It was the least he could do, he thought cheerily.

He would also make sure that the young boy knew the love of a woman, maybe a few before he died. He couldn't let the boy die as a virgin, so he would allow Harry to father a few children. In fact it might be for the best, so that the Potter line could continue. As he had plans to live as long as he could, hiding in the shadows and using others to create a world of his own design. So with the Potter line continuing, he could lead them in his way of thinking and use them for his plans.

There was another reason he wanted to make Harry or his children loyal to him, Gringotts.As the Potters made it so that only a Potter could enter the main Family Vault, where all the money, books and such was stored. Albus knew that the Potters had some very important things in their vault, like many old families, but he was unable to get to them. So he hoped that by getting young Harry on his side, he might be able to get into the Family Vault. If not, one of his children should he have any.

Shaking his head from such thoughts for now, he turned his mind back to the task at hand. He spent the day searching the Potter's Cottage, trying to find out what happened for Voldemort to be defeated. What he found made him impressed with Lily more than he already was. For a Muggleborn, she did what very few could ever do, read up on Blood Magic and use it, more precisely, she created her own spell from Blood Magic. Albus was shocked that she would resort to blood magic, but impressed all the same. Unfortunate that she was dead and he couldn't reprimand her before magnanimously forgiving her.

He found Harry's room full of books on Blood Magic, but with the damage within the room was in, most of the books and notes that were in there were destroyed. But he did recover a few things that told him what Lily was up to, she was creating her own version of a Blood Protection. This protection meant to protect her son from those who meant him harm. It was a shame that she sacrificed herself, but then again from the little he knew about the ancient magic, such protection needed a sacrifice for it to work.

Whilst he was upset to see such a prize student sacrificing herself, her sacrifice wasn't in vain. Whatever she did had worked perfectly and Dumbledore couldn't help but be curious at what the ancient magic could do. He wondered how Lily designed the protection, it was a great shame that those notes were gone forever. As he would have loved to read them and learn more about them.

It was also a shame that the books that she used were all but destroyed, only a few pages here and there was left and most of them were damaged. Without the full undamaged books, those pages were useless. If these books were still around, the old wizard would have to confiscate the rare books from her for himself, for the greater good after all. Such things were best left in more knowledgeable hands.

Dumbledore was upset that whatever Lily created was forever lost, the ritual that she performed was taken to her grave.

And while he was thinking about it, he realized it would be best for him to just take care of everything and tie up any troublesome loose ends - starting with Sirius Black. Sirius was the boy's Godfather, right now Albus had no idea where he could be seeing how Hagrid had arrived on Black's motorcycle. Albus when he first saw it put a tracking charm on the bick on the off chance he might find the young Black someday and knew that the young man never went anywhere without it. So finding Black would be harder.

But it was important to find him, as the boy's Godfather, he had every right to take him in and look after young Harry, something Albus couldn't allow if he wanted Harry to look up to him and no one else. But there was another reason that the old man wanted Sirius out of the way and that's because of the Blood Protection. One of the notes that wasn't destroyed was Lily's plan for Sirius.

She was planning to make Sirius her magical blood-brother, so that the Blood Protection would work for him. Albus couldn't allow this, it would limit the interaction he could have with the boy and how he could use him. So it was better if Sirius was dealt with, so that he was out to keep him out of the picture.

There was another person who he had to deal with as well, Alice Longbottom, who was Harry's Godmother. From Lily's and James' Will, it was stipulated that if Sirius was able to take care of their son for whatever reason, Harry should go to Alice and her family who had a child who was the same age as Harry. This meant that they too had to be dealt with too. Albus didn't want to do this, seeing how they too were an old family and useful to him, but he couldn't allow anyone to have any influence over Harry other than him.

Getting them out of the way would allow Dumbledore to instate himself as Harry's Magical Guardian, by default and keep his holdings safe for him (ransack anything of worth that he can get his hands on) until he's old enough to concern himself with tedious things like his family estate. The fact that the Potter Heir hopefully wouldn't live long enough to worry about it was just a bonus in the aged headmaster's mind.

By doing things this way, he could even give Harry family heirlooms piecemeal to keep him happy and make it seem like his parents had plenty of faith in Dumbledore to entrust him with so much at the same time. James had a curious Invisibility Cloak that the headmaster wanted to examine for the longest time in particular. A little over ten years before he'd have to give it back should be plenty of time to examine it, and it would make a great first gift for Harry.

Turning his mind back to the task at hand however, he couldn't just let Harry keep the Blood Protection as it was. Sure it was weak after what happened the night before, but he couldn't allow it to regain its strength. As it would make it far too difficult for him to die at the right time.

Keeping the protection should be enough, that's why he was here, at Lily's last blood relatives house. With Harry and his aunt sharing the same blood, he should be able to strain the Blood Protection by using it to power wards over the property.

Setting about what should have been a simple task, saw the headmaster of the most prestigious Wizarding School in Britain straining himself instead.

He found that what should have been a simple case of coaxing the blood sacrifice to accept Harry's blood relative into its protection, was turning out to be somewhat more challenging than expected. Numerous unknown factors led to this predicament, as beads of sweat began to appear on the aged wizard's brow. There was two main problems, one he didn't count on nor even come to mind and the other he forgot about:

The first reason was that he wasn't dealing with just a simple blood sacrifice. He was being actively fought, every step of the way, by a semi-sentient form of love that would not allow its purpose to be subverted in such a manner. Albus never even considered this, so didn't understand why he was having problems with it.

The second reason was that seeing it was blood sacrifice, it meant that not only would it protect Harry from trying to hurt him, but it would make sure that those with the same blood as Harry would protect him, even if they hated him. The magic wouldn't allow any family member to hurt the young boy. Albus knew of this, but he never thought that Lily knew about this sort of ritual too, as most Blood Magic was forbidden and hidden away. He realized that Lily must have read it in one of the Potter Grimoire.

Albus Dumbledore knew that whilst he was unable to break or alter the blood sacrifice as he wanted to, he could work around it. Even if it wasn't the way he wanted it. So he uses his prodigious knowledge, and a liberal sprinkle of power from the Elder Wand, to place a powerful binding on the last of the Potters.

If he couldn't weaken the protection he could put a stopper on it and hinder young Harry's potential.

Oh how the Blood Protection raged against this. But it could do nothing to stop it without hurting its charge at this point in time. It wasn't at full strength due to one circumstance after another, and hadn't finished altering the physiology of the body as it was made to. And so all it could do was gain its strength and prepare.

And because it was adaptable. The Blood Protection would continue to build up its strength. As the manifestation of his mother's love attempts and struggles to break this binding and fulfill its purpose, it would continue to grow, and grow. And similar to a muscle, constantly exercised in a slow and steady manner over the years, and years, it would become something far more potent than it was ever supposed to be. Along the way, if it could, the Blood Protection would help put Harry where it can.

Albus Dumbledore would look back on this exact moment many years in the future. And proceed to bang his head against the large desk in his office. Repeatedly.

Carrying on in the same cavalier attitude that landed him in Gryffindor for his Hogwarts years, he proceeds to set up the most powerful wards that he can under his own power.

Should anyone ask, Dumbledore would claim that they are tied to the blood sacrifice of Harry's mother. And to everyone else there will be safety in anonymity by keeping his location a secret until after he begins attending Hogwarts. By then, no one will think to check his work.

The people of the wizarding world will assume he knows what he's doing, being the great wizard that he was. People looked up to and trusted him after all. To get to where he was today, took an inordinate amount of time, effort, and letting a lot of people die in the Grindelwald war before he finally dealt with his old lover, to become the man the wizarding world looked up too.

Having finished setting up the wards he sets the basket containing Harry on the doorstep to No. 4 Privet Drive and steps back.

Hagrid had long since left, no doubt to go celebrate the defeat of the greatest Dark Lord in a century, but Minerva was still there to say goodbye.

She voiced her concern however, when she noticed Dumbledore was just about to leave, "Albus aren't you going to speak to his relatives? Explain what happened to Lily's sister and just who that is they're taking into their home?"

Pausing mid step he takes a moment to recompose himself before responding. "Dear me, you're right! I'd almost forgotten." And indeed he had embarrassingly enough.

He steps back up to the doorstep and conjures a parchment explaining, in broad strokes, the situation as it stands. And just for good measure he used the Elder Wand to cast a few powerful compulsions on the letter that will... ensure... that Harry's relatives will be less than pleasant in their treatment of their new charge. Being a conjuration it will eventually disappear in time which will get rid of the evidence at the same time. And after the compulsion has run its course, the Dursley family will be set in their ways.

It certainly wouldn't be due for Harry to re-enter the wizarding world as anything less than humble and grateful.

"A letter should suffice, I'm sure Mrs. Dursley would be happy to take in her only nephew." He reasons to his deputy headmistress.

"If you're sure. I suppose you know what's best." She reluctantly agrees.

"Of course my dear." He says while offering his arm to side along apparate them to join the festivities that were no doubt still ongoing.

Dumbledore had a legend to perpetuate after all. The-boy-who-lived had a nice ring to it, and an excellent counterpoint to He-who-must-not-be-named.

But for all the mistakes Dumbledore has made in his life and been wrong about there is one thing he had right. The power of love is a great thing. Terrifying. But great.

To be Continued!

Author's Note - PLEASE READ TO THE END: This ends the first chapter of the remastered version of Aggressive Love by Dio Black, so you know by the time I post this, I'll have redone a few of the chapters of the original to fit my needs. The next chapter will have a few things added to it, before we get to the graveyard where Voldemort become a woman.

You see whilst the blood protection is binded, it would have been storing strength so that it could break free of the binds. However, over the years, I'm going to have it so that it would use the strength that it stored up, to help Harry out in one way or another - be it to save his life, and lead him down a path that would be better for him. And so would have to restart regaining the strength that it used to help Harry.

Now I've been reading the reviews from the original story, to see if there's any ideas I could use for mine. There were a few that gave me a few ideas, but most I'll wait until it's time to show you. However, there's a few that I would like your help with. Now whilst I'm hoping to have many chapters done by now, I'm leaving myself some room to alter the chapter in case you can give me some ideas, at which point I'll edit the chapters to fit in your ideas. So if you give me ideas for the next or future chapters, it'll take time to update, so instead of one or two weeks for an update, it'll be longer so I can edit the chapter.

Now here's what I need your help with, in the original, there was one or two reviews that said that Harry's patronus should change, seeing he is changing too to the removal of the bindings. With the removal of the bindings, he has more power and he'll be changing over time and if his patronus was to change, I want one that's strong and powerful, something dominating, an alpha animal.

But one review say that it should be upgraded, as too many just outright replace the patronus, so it'd be nice to see something slightly different. One review said the stag should evolve while it's goring dementors, bit by bit as it leaves tattered rags in its wake. So if I go with this, I would like a look of a new stag, something that's darker and would look like after goring on some dementors.

In fact, I'm changing a few things in this story, so it is highly possible that he could have a different patronus altogether. So could make it so that A) as he grows and get more powerful and change who he is, his patronus would change too, or B) I could go with the evolving the patronus whilst it is goring on dementors over time. I would like your thoughts about this. I'll edit the chapters to fit with what I decide from your reviews.

Another thing that I would like help with is with Harry's childhood and Harry's first three years at Hogwarts, as I said, I'm going to use the blood protection to help Harry in one way or another. But the thing is I would like idea on how the blood protection can help Harry, I got a few ideas, but the problem is I have no ideas how it can help Harry during his second and third year. So I would like to hear your thoughts, and any ideas I like I'll edit the next chapter to add them.

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Aggressive Love - V1.2.

Chapter One.

25th of December 1983:

It has been over two years since Harry Potter was left with his aunt and uncle, and over that time the blood protection that was meant to protect its host was flustered at how it couldn’t do anything to help its host. And it was all because of one old man’s meddling, who placed bindings on it so that it couldn’t do its job. The blood protection had no idea why the old man would do so, but it made its job way so harder to do. Normally, if it was able to do its job fully, it could make Harry stronger and use females to protect him. 

But as it was, at the moment, the blood protection had to take enough magic from Harry and store it, so it could break the binds that were containing it. But it couldn’t take too much, as Harry needed a lot more than normal for a child of his age to survive. Since he was placed here, he was severely underfed, only being fed every other day or so. These people didn’t love nor cared for the boy, and there was nothing that it could do to protect the young boy. It was bad enough that they had a powerful spell cast upon them to hate the boy, and it was too weak to break it and use the aunt to protect her nephew.

If it stored enough power, the blood protection might be able to do something to help, but it would mean that it would have to regain the power it used to break the bind. Like now, the blood protection had enough power stored to do something big to help Harry and was about to do so. It knew that without an outside source to help it, it could not do much to help the young boy. The problem was, there was no other female within the house. 

Which comes to what the blood protection was about to do.

Whilst it was too weak to break the spell on Harry’s aunt, it did have enough magic stored up from the last two years to cast one blast of magic. It would make it so that the aunt would become fertile, and that she would have a strong desire to have sex with her husband, and become pregnant with a baby girl.

The blood protection was going to use this young girl to help the young boy when she was old enough to do so. It knew that it couldn’t do much being so weak with the child, but when it had enough power to spare, it would make the girl be nice to the young boy, and give him food and whatever else he needed. 

People would say what it was doing was wrong, but it was created to protect Harry and keep him happy, in any way possible. It had no morals of right or wrong, just the desire to do what it was created for, and that was to fuck everything else and protect Harry and keep him happy.

So after that night, in nine months time, 15th August 1984, a magical baby girl would be born. And she would be there to help the blood protection to protect Harry, and to make him happy.

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1988:

It has been about seven years since young Harry Potter arrived at the Dursleys, at this point of his life Harry was eight years old, and we can find young Harry locked in a cupboard under stairs. This was Harry's bedroom, as far as he knew, and he didn’t know why, seeing that this house had five bedrooms: a master bedroom for his aunt and uncle, a guest room for anyone who might stay, normally the uncle’s sister, a bed each for his two cousins, and small box bedroom that was used for the cousin’s toys and other items. But Harry found himself in the cupboard, that was his bedroom for all these years.

Not only was he forced to sleep in the cupboard when there was a spare room he could sleep in, but he was forced to do the chores since he was six. Cooking, cleaning the house, and doing the garden, and anything else that his so-called aunt and uncle forced him to do. And if he didn’t do what they wanted, or did one tiniest thing wrong, or they were just upset for no good reason, then they would punish him. They would even allow Vernon’s sister to mistreat him. 

As for his cousin Dudley and his friends, they were allowed to beat him whenever they wanted. It was thanks to Harry being able to hear faster than a normal person that he wasn’t in a hospital. This ability was thanks to the Blood Protection, it was forced to create this ability for Harry so that he wasn’t crappled thanks to Dudley and his friends. 

With no one stopping Dudley and his friends from bullying, this allowed them to think that they couldn’t be touched, that they could bully the smaller and weaker kids. Because of who their parents were, they were able to get away with it. As their parents were well known and respected in the area, and so didn’t believe that their kids would do such a thing.

And his aunt, uncle and Dudley all made up lies about him, saying he was the bully, he was trouble and so on.

Now there was his nearly four-year-old female cousin, Holly, at the moment she didn’t seem to be like them. Sure her family made her pick on him, but Harry could see in her eyes that she didn’t want to. But at the same time, she feared that she might get the same treatment if she didn’t do the same as them. She could only be herself when they weren’t around, someone who liked her cousin and helped to sneak food to him when he asked for it.

What Harry didn’t know was that the blood protection that he had, made her to do so. It programmed her to be like this, sure Holly had free will to do what she wanted, but she was born to be nice and help Harry when she could. She could be a total bitch to the rest of the world, but to Harry, she would be the nice and kind girl that Harry began to know her as. She would do whatever it took to make Harry happy, no matter what it was. 

Now it was Wednesday late afternoon, and he found himself sent home early because one of his teachers found him on the roof of the school kitchen. Harry had no idea how he got on the top of the roof, one moment it was break time and like normal he was running from his cousin and his friends, and the next moment he found himself on the roof of the school kitchen. 

He knew that strange things happened around him, and whilst he tried to argue to his aunt and uncle that he had no idea how they happened, they blamed them on him and punished him for these going on. But today was the strangest of them all, as he had no idea how he got up there, as jumping would be impossible.

This got him a week locked in the cupboard, other than doing chores, and going to school. His food was cut in half too, so he had even less food to eat.

Being locked in the cupboard got him thinking, maybe just maybe he really was behind all the strange things, if his aunt and uncle were treating him was anything to go by. And they knew what it was, but asking them was out of the question, as they would never tell him.

That night he went into an uneasy sleep, but this gave the blood protection a chance to help its host. That night it talked to Harry, telling him that magic was real and that everything that was happening around him was considered as accidental magic. It was happening as he had a lot of it within him, and need a way to escape. The only way to make sure it doesn’t happen more often is that if he tried to learn and control some of the skills, like teleportation, summoning, banishing, creating fire and water, he would be able to have less accidental magic incidents. 

At first, when Harry awoke, didn’t know what to think, the dreams felt so real. Sure in the dream it was just a voice, within a magical looking forest, but it made sense too. It would explain a few things, like what all the strange things going around him were, and why his aunt and uncle hated him. They hated anything that’s not normal, and out of place in what they consider normal, and if magic was real, it could explain why they hated him and his parents because they had this magic and so considered by them as unnatural.

It took a few weeks to see if the voice in his dream was just something from a dream, or it was real somehow. He realized that the voice from the dream was right, that he could do magic after he was able to summon an apple a few inches towards him. And from that moment, Harry decided to work on these skills so that he didn’t have many accidental magic incidents, and hopefully get fewer punishments from his so-called family.

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Harry’s First Year at Hogwarts:

It has been about four years since Harry learned that he had magic, since then things had become a bit better for the young boy. Sure other than his cousin Holly, his family treated him like shit, but his life had gotten a bit better since he could do wandless magic, as he had less accidental bursts of magic when he was worried, angry, hurt and the like.

Over the years he was able to learn how to summon things like food and water so that he wouldn’t go hungry. He also learned how to teleport at will, so he could escape his cousin Dudley when he began to bully him. Now if people learned that he could do these things, one would ask why not escape, one was Holly, Harry didn’t want to leave her with their family. 

As he learned during his training to use his magic that Holly had magic too, so if he left he feared that they would learn what she could do and then treat her as badly as they treated him. So he couldn't risk leaving for her sake. 

Now if he did leave with Holly, where would they go? It's not like they had somewhere to go, somewhere safe to sleep and the like. Vernon would more than likely phone the police and say that he kidnapped their daughter and send him to jail, which could be bad for Holly. So it was best if they stayed where they were for now and when Harry was of age, then leave the place.

Now during the four years, Harry didn’t risk learning things to defend himself as he was worried what his family would do to him once he ran out of magic. As doing magic drained him and using too much of it would leave him weak, which meant if he defended against his family and suddenly became weak, they could hurt him badly or worse kill him. So to prevent this, he didn’t learn these sorts of skills, at least not until he had more power.

What he didn’t know was that the Blood Protection made it so that Holly learned a few skills just in case, as it was worried that at some point Vernon might do something foolish and hurt its host. So to prepare for this, it had the young girl learn a few skills that would help defend Harry should the case arise. 

This was the year that Harry learned what he and Holly were, he was a wizard and his cousin was a witch. They learned this from a half-giant named Hagrid, he confirmed what they already expected and that magic was real and that they weren’t the only ones with this ability. They had a hidden world known as the Wizarding World. 

In fact, it would seem that Harry was famous in this world, he was known as the Boy-Who-Lived. He was known by this as he was the only one to serve a curse known as the Killing Curse, which had no way to block it when he was only one year old. 

Whilst the half-giant was his extent about it, Hagrid did explain that it was a Dark Wizard by the name of Lord Voldemort, but almost everyone calls him You-Know-Who, He Who Must Not Be Named or the Dark Lord. There was only one known person who called him by his real name, Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts, the school that Harry was going to.

Once learning the truth about his parents being killed by the Dark Lord, and being famous, Diagon Alley, where he got his things for Hogwart. Here he gained his wand, an 11" long, made from Holly wood, and possessed a phoenix feather core. The Wandmaker told him that it was a brother wand to the Dark Lord, whatever a brother wand was, Harry had no idea nor cared about it, to be honest. 

When he got to Hogwarts, things were like a normal boarding school other than learning about magic. The first thing that happened was that he was sorted into a dormitory or as they call it a House, there were four of them: Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. Each house had their own history and backgrounds, but Slytherin seemed to be the worst house seeing how almost all the Dark Wizards/Witches came from this house. 

Now Harry didn’t really care about these sorts of things, seeing how they haven’t done anything to him, that he was cunning and ambitious when he wanted to be. But the problem is that this house was the one that had the person who killed his parents in it, not only that but for a recent event that he didn’t want to go in this house, his meeting with Draco Malfoy.

Malfoy reminded him too much of Dudley, a bully who would bully others to get what he wants and look down on others. He insulted his first friend he ever had, Ron Weasley, on the train ride here. Now Harry knew that people had problems with other people and he could let that slide, but acting like a stuck up bully and trying to be almighty in front of others because he had money, pissed Harry off and wanted nothing to do with the other boy. 

So that was the main reason that Harry didn’t end up in Slytherin but Gryffindor, even if the strange talking hat known as the Sorting Hat said he would be great in Slytherin. Harry had the feeling that if he ended up in Slytherin, one of two things might have happened, one he would end up dead seeing many of the children were from families who supported Voldemort. 

Either that, or there would be a few people who’ll have mysterious accidents. Sure whilst he was at home, he wouldn’t do such things as he feared what his family would do and he had nowhere else to go if he did anything they would know seeing how he was the only one they knew who could use magic so would punish them. But here, seeing how everyone had magic, it would be hard to tell who did what, so he wasn’t going to be pushed around. Sure he’ll keep his claim, but if pushed too far, he would push back.

Now Harry found it strange, as a so-called hero and celebrity, other than a few whispers, which ended in a few days, he was treated as a normal person. Not that he minded seeing how he wasn’t sure how he could handle it if they treated him another way, but he thought that people would try to befriend him for their own ends because he was famous, doing favours and such. As he thought about it, it was also strange that he didn’t get any thank you cards for defeating Voldemort, or any fan mail over the years. 

Although, if he had to guess, the reason that he didn’t get any fan mail was because of his aunt and uncle, he suspected that they threw them away before he could get them. If that was the case, it explained why people were treating him like this, if they hadn’t heard anything from him or those looking after him, it would seem as if he nor they cared about those who sent the letters and so why should they bother with him? 

As for the classes, most of them were interesting, there were three classes that he had to wonder about. The first was the History Class. It was taught by a ghost by the name of Professor Binns. Now you would have thought that a history class taught by a ghost would be interesting, but it wasn't. Binns' had a wheezy, droning voice that was almost guaranteed to cause severe drowsiness within ten minutes, five in warm weather. By the end of the class, most of the class would be asleep, only a rare handful would be fully awake. Not that it mattered much seeing how most of the classes were about the goblin rebellions. In fact, if it wasn't for the ghost professor falling asleep and the other Hogwarts ghosts sometimes visiting the class and giving a lecture to the class, Harry didn't think they would learn anything from the glass. 

Harry had to wonder why the ghost was teaching them if the teacher would send his students to sleep by just talking. Why not have a teacher who was alive to teach them history? 

Whatever the case, the next class that he had problems with was the Defence Against the Dark Arts. This was a class that Harry was excited about, as he hoped that he could get a few ideas that he learned without a wand, or as he learned it was called: Wandless Magic. Sure learning magic was easier, but what if he lost his wand by someone taking it or it was knocked out of his hands? He would be powerless, so learning spells Wandlessly would give him an edge if he found himself without his wand. 

Harry had to wonder why Professor Quirrell was hired for the job, as he stutters a lot and it takes a while for him to finish a sentence, not only that, but he seems to be scared of his own shadow. Hagrid informed him that the man had a brilliant mind and that he was fine while he was studying out of books. In fact, someone told him that he used to teach Muggle Studies, to teach people about Muggles.

But then he told a year to get some firsthand experience in dealing with the Dark Arts, but something happened to him to make him the way he was now. Hagrid said that people believed that he met vampires in the Black Forest, and there was a nasty bit of trouble with a hag and she did something to make him how he was now. Whilst Harry felt sorry for the man, Harry believed that he shouldn’t have been his defence teacher. How can someone teach the subject if he was scared of it himself? Not only that but stutters so much. It would make teaching harder than it should be. So how did he get this job in the first place?

Now the last class that he had a problem with was Potions, this was another class he was excited about, as he liked the ideas of creating potions for healing and such. But once again the problem was the teacher of the class, the Potion Master Professor Snape. Now unlike the other professors, he was good at potions, but what he wasn't good at was teaching unless you were Slytherin, seeing how he was the Head of Slytherin. 

Now in class, he would take House Points from other houses for the smallest of things, but he would give his house points for the simplest of reasons. Not only that, but he would turn a blind eye to his house sabotaging other students' potions, should they fail or the potion explodes, he would take points from that student instead of punishing his own house member. 

When he was out of the classroom, he would give and take points the same way as he does in class. As long as no other professor was around, he would turn a blind eye to any bullying that Slytherin does. If possible, he would try and get his house out of trouble with the other professors. 

Harry can honestly say he couldn't understand how the other professors allowed the man to get away with how he treats people who are not in his house. But as Harry thought about it, maybe they did, but if the Headmaster backs the man there wasn’t much they could do about it. He had a teacher back in his old school that was a problem, but with the Headmaster backing them, the other teachers couldn’t do anything to deal with the bad teacher. Maybe it was the case here, but if that was the case, why would the Headmaster keep him around?

The year wasn’t as uneventful as one would have hoped for the first year, to start off with on Halloween. This was when he had to fight a troll to save his friend Hermione. At the time the two of them weren't really friends, more of dorm-mates, as she was a busybody who was over smart for her own good - some would call her a know it all behind her back. Not only that, but she had a thing about obeying the rules, if she saw someone breaking them, she would tell them off.

Because of this, things came ahead with Ron during Charm Class on Halloween. They were learning the Levitation Charm, trying to make a feather float. The whole class was having problems with the spell, at one point Hermione came up to them and told them, in a bossy way, that they were saying the spell wrong, before doing the spell right. The charm's teacher congratulated (her for doing the spell right. 

Whilst Harry was thankful for Hermione for pointing out their mistake, he wished that she wasn't acting like a bossy know it all about it. It was off-putting. Now Harry wasn't going to say anything about it, as he learned a long time ago to never stand out as that causes trouble. But Ron had no problems voicing his thoughts, he made a half remark about her being a know it all and that’s why she didn’t have any friends during class on Halloween, which unfortunately Hermione overheard. For the rest of the day Hermione wasn’t seen, this worried Harry. Whilst she wasn’t his friend, he knew what it was like to be called names and bullied. He regretted not saying anything to Ron about this. So when he learned where Hermione was hiding, he had planned that if she wasn’t at dinner, he would go and talk to her. But that didn't go as planned. 

You see, Professor Quirrell ran into the Great Hall during dinner and screamed without shuttering that there was a troll in the castle, before he fainted. Harry's first thought was what kind of Defence Teacher was Quirrell if he couldn't handle one troll, as a Professor for the Defence Against the Dark Arts, Harry believed that Quirrell should be able to handle a troll. 

But before he could think much more about it, a thought popped into his head, Hermione. She didn't know about the troll, she could come face to face with it and get killed by it. At first, he was planning to get one of the Prefects and inform them about Hermione, but they were busy dealing with their housemates. The teachers, apart from Quirrell who was still on the ground out cold, had already left the Great Hall to find the troll in the dungeon. 

So seeing how only he knew about Hermione and everyone else was busy, Harry decided to get Hermione and get to Gryffindor dormitory before anyone noticed that they disappeared. He went with Ron, who didn't want to go seeing how he didn't care what happened to Hermione, but Harry reminded him that he was the reason that she wasn't there that night, so Ron went without another question - out of guilt. 

But as they went to search for Hermione, they found her in the girl’s bathroom, but at the same time, they came face to face with the troll. Somehow it found itself out of the dungeon and up to here. With no way out, Harry was forced to defend himself against the beast, using the very spell that caused the problem to start with, Levitation Charm. He cost the spell to levitate the troll's club so that it didn't hit them. But he did more than that, as a sudden idea came to him when the club was above the troll's head, letting the club hit its owner. So he suddenly cancelled the spell and dropped the club onto the troll's head, knocking the beast out. When the professors found them, they were planning to take house points from them for not being back in their dormitory. However, Hermione made up a lie to protect them for saving her and so she lost a few points whilst they gained a few for being damn lucky for defeating a trolley and living to tell about it. Since then they became close friends. 

What no one knew was that Harry's Blood Protection had its hand in this event. Seeing how its host was not powerful enough to use the spell the way he wanted, thanks to the bindings on him, the Blood Protection was forced to use some of its power that it was storing up to free itself to protect its host. Seeing how weak its host was up 'til now was limited to how it could help its host, the Blood Protection decided it was time to do something about it now they were surrounded by magic. It helped that somehow a magical connection was formed between its host and the girl that its host saved, so the Blood Protection was able to use that connection a bit to make its host stronger. 

The first thing that the Blood Protection did was have the girl take its host to the school matron, Madam Pomfrey, in the hope that they could help its host, thankfully the healer was able to help. Thankfully the healer was able to give its host potions that would fix the problems that living with his so-called family caused. The healer also gave him a few options to help him gain weight and those he could take during summer. The last thing that the Blood Protection had the girl do was plant the idea of having its host to become stronger by running and doing other exercises to gain a stronger body so that when it could break free its host body would be able to handle the power he would gain. It would have done more, but it was limited to what it could do and how much power it had right now to do things. 

Although it was surrounded by magic, something was blocking the Blood Protection from using the magic, and it seemed that it was limited to how magic it could store too. For now, it had to go back to storing magic so that it could break the bonds holding it back from doing its job properly. 

Now after the events surrounding the troll, you would suspect things to be easier, just deal with lessons and school life, but Harry soon learned that it wasn’t to be. First, there was his first Quidditch match, where his broom was being jinxed who they thought was Snape. 

During their time trying to figure out what the Cerberus was guarding on the forbidden third-floor corridor, they learned that it was guarding something for someone known as Nicolas Flamel. It was a name that bugged Harry, as he knew the name from somewhere, but for the life of him couldn’t remember where he heard of it before. They learned this by mistake when they were talking to the half-giant, Hagrid. 

At Christmas someone sent Harry an Invisibility Cloak which meant to belong to his father, here Harry used his new gift to search the library’s Restricted Section, seeing how they couldn’t find anything in the normal area. But it wasn’t to be, he set off an alarm when he tried to read and so had to run before being found.

He made an escape into an empty classroom where discovered the Mirror of Erised. Dumbledore found him in front of it after looking into it for a few nights seeing how he saw himself with his parents. The old Headmaster informed him that the mirror showed the deepest desire of whoever looks in it. 

Just before school started again, Harry and his friends began to unravel the mysterious connection between a break-in at Gringotts and the three-headed guard dog. Found out why Harry felt that he knew the name Nicolas Flamel, he had a card that people get from a Chocolate Frog peck. From here they learned that the dog was guarding the Stone, which is capable of providing eternal life and unlimited wealth to its owner and belongs to Nicolas Flamel, Dumbledore’s old partner.

Not long after learning about Nicolas Flamel, they got into a situation where they lost one hundred and fifty house points, in doing so putting most of the school against them. You see, Hagrid had gotten his hand on an illegal dragon egg that he hatched. But seeing how they liked the half-giant, they helped to send the dragon away to one Ron’s older brother, Charlie Weasley, who was studying dragons. But in the process, they got caught and lost one hundred and fifty house points and detention. Now, this alone was bad enough for their house to be upset by them, but it was worse seeing how the rest of the school was angry at them.

You see for the first time in years, someone was about to beat Slytherin in the House Cup, something that seemed impossible with Snape there. Seeing how Gryffindor was in the lead to win the Cup, they were hoping that they could do it, but with them losing so many points, that didn’t seem to happen. So the whole school was upset with them. 

So Harry decided to keep his head low down and make sure he didn’t get into any more trouble, that was going fine until the night of his detention with his friends, a kid called Neville Longbottom and worst of all Draco Malfoy. Neville was a housemate who got the detention for trying to warn them about Malfoy, and Malfoy got him for being caught by Professor McGonagall for sneaking out to find Snape grass on them as he found out about the dragon. The only one who didn’t get the detention was Ron, as he got bitten by the dragon and so didn’t get caught. 

Now the detention was to search for whatever had been killing the unicorns in the Forbidden Forest recently. Harry found it strange that first years would have detention in the Forbidden Forest, seeing how it was meant to be dangerous and have killer animals in it. 

Harry found his luck as bad as ever when he found a hooded person drinking unicorn blood. Not only that, but the person saw him and tried to attack him, here his scar started to hurt him, making it so that Harry couldn’t defend himself. Thankfully though, he was rescued by a friendly centaur who tells him that his assailant was Voldemort. Harry also learns that it is Voldemort who has been trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone.

Because of this, Harry believed that he should find the stone before Voldemort does, as he feared that the Dark Lord would come after him should he ever come back. So a few days before the end of the year at Hogwarts, they found out someone was going to steal the stone - at the time they thought that it was Snape. They did try to warn Professor McGonagall when they couldn’t find the Headmaster, but she didn’t believe them, thinking that the stone was safe. When they tried to press the issue, she told them that if they push on about it, she would take points from them. 

Because the Headmaster was out of the school and no one would believe them they believed someone was going to steal the stone, he, Ron, and Hermione sneak off that night to the forbidden third-floor corridor. Getting past the three-headed dog was easy enough, something that Hagrid let slip, all they had to do was to play some music to send it to sleep. Then they had to face different traps: 

The first was from Professor Sprout’s, who was the Herbology Professor. They had to get past a deadly plant called, Devil’s Snare, it was something that they learned about a few months ago. It was Hermione who remembered that it hated bright light, as it could kill it if it had too much. So they used a Light Spell to get past it. 

The next trap was Flying Keys, done by the Charms Professor, Professor Flitwick, they had to use a broom to get the right key to open the door to the next room. This was something simple for Harry, seeing he was on the House Quidditch Team as a Seeker, he was the best for a long time, so catching a key was easy.

Following that was their Head of House and Transfiguration Professor, Professor McGonagall. Her trap was to play a game of Wizarding Chess, the only difference to it than a normal game was that the pieces were huge and they would block the way to the next door if you tried to get past them. So you had to win the game to get to the next room, thankfully Ron was a Chess Master and so they could get past it. But at a cost, Ron had to be knocked out for him and Hermione to go through the next room.

The next room held a Mountain Troll, one much bigger than he faced at Halloween. Seeing how they faced Herbology, Charms and Transfiguration, Harry suspected that this trap was Defence, which meant that Professor Quirrell was behind this one. But this got Harry to realize something was wrong and believed that Quirrell wasn’t who he thought the Professor was. As if he was able to bring a Mountain Troll down here without much of a problem, why wasn’t he able to deal with the one on Halloween? Something wasn’t right and Harry started to wonder if he should have been defending him over the last month or so when he found Snape bullying him. Thankfully they didn’t have to fight this one, as it was already knocked out.

Now the next room was Snapes, and as suspected the trap was dealt with potions. But it was also a logical trap too, as Snape left a riddle that they had to solve if they wanted to leave or go to the next room, as the doors were covered by magical flames. Harry had to admit a part for this trap, and the dog, the others were very easy to get past, traps that any powerful Dark Wizard could deal with.

With the dog, unless you knew how to get things from Hagrid, you wouldn’t know how to deal with the dog as each animal was different on how you dealt with them. As for this one, unless you knew logic and riddles, you wouldn’t be able to get past it, more than like kill yourself if you took the wrong potion or at the very least knock yourself out - seeing how the Wizarding World seem to have no common sense or understanding for riddles, it was very likely that they could have killed themselves. The others were something a first-year could do as proven by them doing it. 

This led Harry to wonder what the hell was going on if the stone was there to keep it safe from Voldemort, why were the traps so easy to get past. Even the door was easy to bypass with an Unlocking Spell. Something wasn’t adding up to Harry and started to wonder if there was something more to all these so-called traps than to keep the stone safe. It was like Dumbledore wanted someone to steal the stone for some reason. Did he want to test to see if Voldemort was back, or was there some other reason for keeping the stone here? Where anyone could try and get it, in doing getting themselves hurt or worse killed. Harry had to wonder if anyone else tried to get past the dog before today? 

This would be something he had planned to ask his Headmaster when he was done here.

Either way, when they solved the riddle, he had Hermione take the potion that would let them go back so that she could get help whilst he tried to stall Snape as long as he could. Hermione didn’t like the idea of leaving her friend to deal with a Dark Wizard, but she could understand why he was doing it. If Snape was able to bring the Philosopher's Stone to his master, it would mean that Voldemort would return very soon, something that couldn’t happen. So she went with a heavy heart.

When Harry went through the fire to confront Snape, he was shocked to find it wasn’t Snape who was after the stone but Quirrell. He was looking in the Mirror of Erised, this was Dumbledore’s trap. It would seem that Quirrell could see himself getting the stone out of the mirror and giving it to his master, but he was unable to find it anywhere in the room. In fact, when he was talking to himself, he wasn’t stuttering at all but talking normally.

When the defence teacher saw him, he explained that the stuttering was an act, seeing how no one would believe he was after the stone. He went on to explain how it was him who let on that he was one the that let in the troll on Halloween, and that it wasn’t Snape who tried to kill him, but it was him and Snape was trying to save him. In fact, for most of the year, Snape was stopping him from getting the stone, not knowing why he was after it.

When Harry asked why Snape was trying to save him when it would seem that the Potion Professor hated him for some reason, Quirrell admitted that Snape did hate him. It would seem that Harry’s father and Snape were at school with each other, that they loathed each other. For that reason, Snape hated him but never wanted him dead.

Then there was a strange voice coming out of nowhere telling Quirrell to use the young boy, try and get the stone from the Mirror of Erised. When asked what he could see, Harry saw himself with the stone in his pocket, and at that same moment, he actually feels it in his pocket. Harry knowing that he couldn’t let him get the stone lied about it, coming up with a lie of seeing himself winning the House Cup and becoming the Headboy.

When Quirrell pushed him away and looked back into the mirror, Harry thought he got away with it and so tried to step back without being noticed. But it wasn’t to be, as the same voice that told Quirrell to use Harry in the first place, told him that Harry was lying. It also requested to speak to Harry, face to face. This was when Quirrell removed his turban and revealed a horrifying sight, Voldemort’s face on the back of the professor’s head. 

Voldemort somehow knew that Harry had the stone and so demanded it form the boy, but the Boy-Who-Lived wouldn’t give the stone to the mad man. Because of this, he ordered Quirrell to kill Harry, but the second that Quirrell touched Harry, his hand started to burn and so he backed off. Voldemort was enraged and told Quirrell to use magic to kill Harry, hearing this and knowing what his touch does to the man, he lunged at the man where a struggle ensued. 

The final thing Harry knew before he passed out, was of Quirrell slowly turning to ash and himself somehow being teleported just outside of the forbidden corridor. What Harry didn’t know was that once again he was protected by the Blood Protection that his mother gave him. It sensed the danger and used its host ability to teleport to get as far as possible away from the Dark Lord. It couldn’t take far with the power it used seeing how there were wards around the castle stopping normal teleportation. 

If it and its host were at full strength, the Blood Protection could have taken its host away from the castle, away from the danger. The best the protection could do was to teleport its host outside the forbidden corridor or someone would find its host.

When Harry regained consciousness, he found himself in the Hospital Wing with his Headmaster. Dumbledore explained that he found him unconscious in front of the forbidden corridor. When Harry asked how seeing that the last thing he remembered facing the Dark Lord with the Mirror of Erised.

Dumbledore admitted that he wasn’t sure what happened, just that he found Harry at the entrance of the forbidden corridor. When the Headmaster searched to see if the stone was safe, he found the dead body of Quirrell. When Harry asked his Headmaster about the stone, Dumbledore said that he and the Flamels decided it was for the best that the stone was destroyed, so that no one could ever get it again.

But Harry found it strange that after all these years that the Flamels would decide to destroy the stone, but before he could ask about it he suddenly felt as if there was no point in asking about it. What is done is done, same with the other questions that he had for the Headmaster, they no longer felt important to think or talk about. So he said nothing. 

Now after talking to his Headmaster and his friends who visited him, he spent the night in the Hospital Wing. He was allowed to leave the Hospital Wing in the afternoon of the following day, where he went to the end-of-year banquet, where Slytherin was celebrating its seventh consecutive win of the House Cup. That was until Dumbledore got up and awarded many last-minute points to Gryffindor for the feats of Harry and his friends, winning the house cup for Gryffindor. 

Harry didn’t mind this, seeing that after what they went through to stop Voldemort, they should be rewarded, but he didn’t think that Gryffindor should win the House Cup like this though. As it created more betterment between Slytherin and Gryffindor, as Slytherin hated how Gryffindor stole their win at the last moment, which Harry could understand. Harry had to wonder if this was Dumbledore’s idea, as all these years the hatred between the two houses were well known for hating each other and yet it would seem the Headmaster did nothing to stop it. By this action of taking Slytherin’s win at the last second, it would seem he encouraged the bitterness between the two houses.

Either way, they spent the next week or so relaxing, waiting for the test results of their exams, which Harry got good marks for. The day after getting the results, the school was finished for the year and Harry was forced back to the Dursleys.

To be Continued!

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Chapter Two.

Harry’s Second Year at Hogwarts:

After leaving Hogwarts, Harry returned to the Dursleys where for the first few weeks, things were a bit better for him at the Dursleys. At first, they were shocked to see how he was the same small thin boy that they knew about a year ago, he had grown a few inches and gained a few pounds along with gaining a few muscles. Although Holly was happy for him, seeing how he was finally becoming the person she knew he should be - he was becoming cuter because of it. She just hoped that her parents and brother wouldn’t try and take it away again. But she was fearful and angry when she heard what he went through that year, but she was glad that he was safe. But she made sure to help him learn a few defence wandless skills, so that he could defend himself should something like this happen again.

Now everything seemed to be fine for Harry up ‘til his birthday, as he didn’t let his family know that he wasn’t allowed to use magic over the holidays. Although he did use wandless magic outside the house, he wanted that under wraps from his for now. One he wasn’t sure if whoever tracked magic could track his kind of magic or not, and if not he was worried that even though they hated anything magic, he feared that they would inform them just so that he could be punished. Maybe if possible, seal his magic and kick him out the magical world. Then they could do whatever they wanted to him and he couldn’t do much about it.

Shit hit the fans on his birthday. His uncle and aunt were hosting a dinner party for an important person and his wife, they were someone big at his uncle’s company. But seeing how his family didn’t want them to know about him, he had to hide in his room for the night.

Upon entering his room though, he came face to face with a strange-looking small looking elf-like creature. He would learn that this creature was in fact a house-elf known as Dobby. Harry learned that this creature was stealing his mail, which explained why he didn’t get any mail so far this summer. During a crying fit, Harry heard the creature say that it would have to punish itself for being here and letting his family down. Not that Harry cared about it, seeing how he wanted to punish the creature for stealing his mail.

It would seem that the strange house-elf, Dobby didn’t want Harry back at Hogwarts that year for some reason. Dobby had hoped that if Harry thought he had no friends, he wouldn’t return to Hogwarts. Like that was going to happen, as although he had Holly, Harry wanted time away from the Dursleys and Hogwarts was that place. When Harry tried to get info out of the house-elf, he wasn’t able to get anything from the creature, as it punished itself if it tried to tell Harry. So Harry politely disregards the warning, telling the house-elf that he could look after himself.

That was a bad idea, as Dobby gave Harry one last chance to stay away from Hogwarts, but Harry told the elf that he would be going back no matter what so that he could get stronger. Later on, Harry would reflect on this moment and realized that if he wasn’t so angry at someone stealing his mail, he would do things differently, as what happened next made things difficult for Harry. 

You see, after Harry debugged the warning once again, Dobby went downstairs and wreaked havoc in the kitchen, infuriating the Dursleys. This ruined his uncle's dinner party, it was an important one that could have changed a lot for him. But because of Dobby's actions and an owl arriving when it did, the plan went up in flames and the people that his uncle was hosting for, wanted nothing to do with Vernon. 

This angered his uncle, and thanks to learning that Harry can’t do magic to get himself out of his room, his family imprisoned the young boy in his room for the rest of the summer. His owl was locked up, and bars added to his windows. It was      only thanks to Holly that he got any decent food, as he couldn’t risk using his magic to teleport out of there as they somehow were suddenly able to detect those using magic here. 

As he stayed in his room, three questions, first how did they know it was him that did the magic and not his cousin Holly, or in this case this damn. This led to the question of why were they only just tracking his magic now, why not sooner. Seeing how they want to keep the Wizarding World a secret, they would keep track of any magic and track anyone doing unauthorised magic. He and Holly had been doing magic a lot, so he would have thought they would have crick down on them sooner. Especially seeing how they were doing a lot of magic since he got back to Hogwarts, as Harry was learning some wandless magic to help him fight.

The last question was how were they able to send a notice so quickly? With ten minutes of the magic being done, he got a notice warning him not to do magic again or be expelled. Sure Harry wasn’t sure how the notice was done, all for he knew, the notes were already done and the names and addresses were magically added. But that left giving it to an owl and the owl flying to the person who did the magic, which Harry thought would take more than ten or so minutes. So unless the Ministry of Magic was close by, how did he get the warning so fast? 

Did the owls have some sort of magic to make them faster? Or was this some sort of set up, to make him get the warning and keep him away from the Wizarding World? Harry had no way to know for sure or who could do such a thing or why. All he had was lots of unanswered questions. 

Thankfully, Harry wasn’t stuck in his room for long, as about a week later his friend Ron and his brother rescued him, seeing how they were worried about him, seeing how he didn’t reply to Ron’s and Hermione’s letters. They rescued him by using a flying car that he later found out they stole from their father who loved experimenting with things on Muggle Items. 

Harry was happy that he spent the rest of his summer at the Weasleys. The only had to deal with two things, the first thing he had to deal with was Ron’s younger sister, who seemed to be shy of having the Boy-Who-Lived, it would seem that she was a big fan of his and was excited and shy of having him at her home. It was better than dealing with what he had to do back at his home.

The other problem was when he went shopping for school supplies with the Weasleys when Harry had two unfortunate encounters. His first encounter was with Lockhart, a famous author, who wanted a photo with the ‘Boy-Who-Lived.’ This was something Harry didn’t like, sure he might be brave and do things that no else might not do. But that’s only because no one else would do what was needed to, otherwise, he would prefer to stay in the shadows when possible. Now that wouldn’t be so bad, but he learned that Lockhart was going to be the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. Harry could already tell that he was going to be more useless than Quirrell was.

Then the second problem he faced that day, he encountered Draco Malfoy and his Lucius Malfoy. He first met the two in Borgin and Burkes, when he accidentally arrived there with a mishap of calling the name Diagon Alley when trying to use the Floo Network for the first time. Borgin and Burkes were a Dark Arts Shop found in Knockturn Alley. Thankfully the Malfoys didn’t see him there, which he was thankful for. He was also thankful that Hagrid found him and took him to Flourish and Blotts.

He then met the two again in Flourish and Blotts, after meeting the fool, Lockhart. Draco made fun of him about the photo, teasing how he must have loved that. But before a fight could start between him, Draco and Ron, Ron’s father appeared and stopped them.

Here Lucius appeared and whilst he sounded polite enough in public, the way he worded things made you know how he felt about the Weasley’s and Muggleborns. Harry now knew where Draco got his personality from, but unlike Draco, Lucius knew to be polite and be careful how he worded his words. Harry suspected that the only reason that Draco was more careful of his words than normal was that his father was there.

The way Lucius talked though made Ron’s father angry and started a fight, it was thankful that Hagrid was able to stop the fight before it got out of hand. Hagrid and Mrs. Weasley moved them along, away from the Malfoys and finished their shopping and had something to eat with Hermione’s parents, where Mr. Weasley who was crazy about everything Muggle asked them many questions before they parted ways. 

For the rest of the summer, things were nice, Harry had a relaxing time with the Weasley’s, it was his best summer ever. The only thing that was missing was Holly, but he knew that her parents wouldn’t allow her to come here. Shame really, seeing how she would have loved it here, she might have been able to play with Ginny. 

But the first strange thing that happened was when they were about to board the train to Hogwarts. A magically invisible barrier stopped them from entering Platform 9¾, which made him late for the train. Not thinking clearly, fearing what would happen if they didn’t get to Hogwarts in time, they borrowed Mr. Weasley’s car to get to Hogwarts. You see the car could fly and become invisible, so they decided to take and follow the train to Hogwarts. 

Halfway to Hogwarts though, the invisibility broke and they had to hide in the clouds until they got to Hogwarts, where the car played up once again and they hit a tree. But no normal tree though, a tree that has a habit of hitting back called the Whomping Willow. This along with being seen flying got them a detention. Unfortunately, Lockhart believed that Harry flew the car to get attention, so he lectured the boy.

Sadly they weren't allowed to go to the Great Hall for dinner, as it would make too much noise, so they had their meal in the room they were in. 

Now things were fine, other than a poor Defence Class where Lockhart pushed his books on them, and retold stories from the books. Not once did they learn any magic or anything useful. Hermione was one of the few who defended the teacher, not only because he was a teacher, but she had a small crush on him like a few of the teen girls had.

Harry had to wonder what the hell was going on with the Headmaster, why would he hire someone so useless. During this time he learned something about the class, it was rumoured that the subject was cursed, no teacher lasting a year teaching it for one reason or another, because of this no one wanted the job if they could help it.

Over the next year Harry thought about the subject. If the class was really cursed, why hasn’t someone tried to remove the curse? Why didn’t they send a Curse Breaker in, like Ron’s oldest brother Bill who was a Curse Breaker, Harry thought if anyone could break the curse it would be them. Near the end of the year, Harry began to wonder if they couldn’t remove the curse, why couldn’t they rename the class or use a different classroom, if the curse was connected to one of these two things. It was like the Headmaster wanted to keep the curse on the subject for some reason. But for some reason, Harry did talk to the Headmaster about it.

Back to the school year, during their first Quidditch practice, this was when they learned that Draco Malfoy had become the new Seeker for Slytherin. It would seem that his father brought him the place by giving the group new better brooms. Harry and the rest of Gryffindor Quidditch didn’t like that they had Snape’s permission to do this, even if it was Gryffindor’s time.

Things got heated and Draco called Hermione a Mudblood, an insult on her heritage. Gryffindor was outraged at this and Ron tried to hex the asshole, but because of his wand being broken when they hit the Whomping Willow, so instead of hexing Draco, he hexed himself. He was throwing up slugs for the rest of the day. Ron and Hermione spent their day at Hagrid’s hut.

Now apart from a few mishaps and a useless teacher teaching them Defence, the year seemed to go pretty well, that was until on Halloween. When Harry and his friends found a message that seemed to be printed in either blood or red print:

THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS HAS BEEN OPENED. 

ENEMIES OF THE HEIR, BEWARE

The day started off as normal, but once they finished class, Harry and his friends went to Gryffindor’s Ghost, Nearly- Headless Nick, Death Party. It was a day where ghosts, who didn’t cross over, celebrated the day that they died. Harry didn’t want to go, seeing he thought it was boring, which it was and much worse seeing how they had no food for humans, but Nick helped Harry out when he had a run-in with the student hating caretaker, Filch, and so he was forced to agree to go in return for his help. 

But as they were going to the Great Hall to get some food, Harry heard a strange eerie voice, saying it wanted to kill, to feed and that it smelled blood. This wasn’t the first time that he heard the voice, he heard it before, during his detention with Lockhart, but he didn’t hear it either. It was the same with his friends, they didn’t hear it either. But that didn’t stop Harry, as he was worried, not only that, but he wanted to know what this voice was. 

But instead of finding the thing behind the voice, they found the caretaker's cat, Mrs Norris, that was petrified, hanging in front of the message. But before they could make a getaway so as not to be blamed for this, students came along, and the worst student of all Draco was there who called out, “Enemies of the Heir, beware! You’ll be next, Mudbloods!” 

But before anything was said or done, the teachers came and pulled Harry and his friends away for questioning seeing how they were found there. Once they were done, the students were allowed back to their dorm and got some food. Seeing the taunt to Hermione, both Harry and Ron suspected that he was behind the attack.

By doing some research, Harry, Ron, and Hermione learn that fifty years ago a chamber at Hogwarts was opened and a student was killed. Here Harry suspected that Draco’s father must have known about the attacks or was behind them, and so told his son how to do it again, to get rid of the school of Muggles.

During their first Quidditch match against Slytherin, there was an enchanted Bludger that was trying to hit Harry and had to outrun it. Now even though he had to deal with a rogue Bludger and a team with better brooms, Harry was able to catch the Snitch and allowed his team to win the match. But in winning the match though, the Bludger hit his arm and broke it. Harry wanted to go to the school healer as he knew she could heal the bones within a few minutes, but Lockhart thought he knew better and tried to heal Harry’s bones himself. 

But instead of healing the bones, he removed them, which meant that he had to stay in the Hospital Wing as his bones were painfully healed.

Playing for Gryffindor, Harry wins the Quidditch match against Slytherin. During the game, an enchanted ball hits Harry and causes him to lose the bones in his arm. Dobby, a house-elf, has enchanted the ball in an effort to have Harry injured and sent home. Before Harry could do or say anything towards the damn house-elf, the Headmaster, his Head of Huse and the School Healer brought in a first-year Gryffindor called Colin, brought in as he was petrified, he was the second victim. 

Colin was a fanboy, from the moment that they met, he learned Harry’s timetable and tried to meet the Boy-Who-Lived whenever he could. The first year wanted a photo of Harry and talked to him about the night he got his scar, something Draco and Lockhart bothered about when they found out, but this wasn’t what Harry wanted and tried to keep away from him. So whilst he didn’t like the boy, he didn’t want something like this to happen to him.

As he listened, he found out that Dumbledore knew something about it, not who it was but he knew something about the attacks. Harry just hoped that the Headmaster would be able to capture whoever was behind these attacks so that no else would get hurt.

Anyway, not long after this Lockhart started up a duelling club. It wasn’t something that Harry wanted to go to, seeing who was teaching it, but talking to his friends about it, decided it could be useful. If it wasn't any good, he didn’t have to go again.

During the first meeting, Harry and his friends found out that Snape was helping the fool to teach it, something Harry was glad about. Whilst he might dislike the man, it was rumoured that the Potion Master knew more about the Dark Art and how to defend against them than anyone else in the school apart from Dumbledore. In fact, he wanted to teach the job, but for whatever reason Dumbledore wouldn’t allow it. So he had hoped that with Snape there, whilst he might be an ass about it, they might learn something from him.

Thankfully, Harry was right, after a rough start, Snape was able to get Lockhart to teach them the Disarming Spell. Near the end of it, they did practice duels. But the thing was that Snape partnered Harry with Draco, in the hope to humiliate him. But that wasn’t the case, as Harry was able to disarm Draco, in turn, humiliate him instead. Draco didn’t like this and summoned a snake to attack him.

But that led to problems for the next few months. You see, the fool, Lockhart, decided to banish the snake before Snape could, but instead of banishing it, he made the snake fly in the air and landed it next to a Second Year Hufflepuff, Justin Finch-Fletchley. Harry didn’t know what got over him, but he sensed he was able to stop the snake by doing anything and so-called out to tell the snake not to attack. 

This was a big mistake, seeing how instead of sounding English to everyone else, he was hissing, or as the Wizarding World knows it, Parseltongue. It was said to be a Dark Art ability and two well known Dark Wizards who had it were Slytherin and Voldemort. Because of this and how he had problems with the cat and the first year, people started to think that he was the Heir of Slytherin and the one behind the attacks.

Because of this people were wary of him, not wanting to be near him or do anything with him. In fact, his own friend, Ron was awkward around him, giving him awkward looks and spent less time around him. The only one who didn’t have any problems with him having the ability was Hermione, in fact, she wants to know more about it and why he was able to speak it.

 Things got worse for him when he stumbled upon the petrified bodies of Justin Finch-Fletchley and Nearly-Headless Nick.

Determined to catch the culprit and clear his name, Harry, Hermione and Ron, who wanted to know the truth about his friend, brewed a potion that Hermione thought to be useful called Polyjuice. The potion would allow them to assume the bodies of Slytherins and question Malfoy on the Chamber of Secrets. To see if he was behind the attacks or not, and if not, if he wasn’t the one behind the attacks, he might know who it was. Unfortunately, though, they found out that Malfoy wasn’t behind the attacks at all, but they did find out that the last time it happened a Muggleborn was killed.

There was one other problem other than unable to find out who was behind the attacks, that was with Hermione. You see, she wasn’t able to go with Harry and Ron as when she got a hair for the potion, it was the wrong sort of hair, it was from a cat. Because of this, instead of becoming the student that she was intending to become, she became a cat girl instead, with fur, tail and cat ears.

Whilst Ron was a bit shocked and horrified by this, Harry thought that she was cute and wished she could stay this way. But knowing how the school would react to this, he helped his friend to the Hospital Wing so that Madam Pomfrey could help to return Hermione back to normal.

What neither Harry nor anyone would realize is that Harry’s Blood Protection would once again take part in his life and alter things to make him happy, in this case, making it so that Hermione stayed as a catgirl. But Harry wouldn’t learn about this for a while, as thanks to Pomfrey, they were able to cover this up and Hermione didn’t say a word about it. But Harry did find that Hermione seemed to enjoy having more milk and cream after this, but he put it down to the side-effect of becoming a catgirl for a short while and so didn’t think more about this.

Now for whatever the reason, there were no more attacks occurring for a while. Then just before Valentine's Day, Harry found a diary in the broken toilet, in a girl’s bathroom which was haunted by a ghost known as Moaning Myrtle. The diary belonged to someone called Tom Riddle who used to go to Hogwarts fifty years ago. It took a while as they had no reason to write in it, but one day after an incident where ink went on the diary and disappeared, Harry began to wonder if the diary was magical and so began to write in the diary, which responded by writing back. Through this dialogue, Harry meets Tom Riddle, a boy who many years before had accused Hagrid of opening the Chamber of Secrets.

Harry knew Hagrid well enough, that although he loved the dangerous animals, he wouldn’t kill a student. So he didn’t believe this ‘Tom’ and put the diary somewhere safe and not think about it again. That was until Harry’s next Quidditch Match against Hufflepuff. Halfway through the game, Professor McGonagall ran onto the patch and abruptly cancelled the game, where she pulled Ron and Harry aside and took them to the Hospital Wing where they found that Hermione and Ravenclaw student, Penelope Clearwater, were the latest victims to be petrified.

Because of this, Harry and Ron venture out of the castle to question Hagrid. Before they reach Hagrid, the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, and Lucius Malfoy remove Dumbledore and Hagrid from Hogwarts. As Hagrid is led away, he instructs the boys that by following the spiders, they can find out about the Chamber monster. 

Several nights later, Harry and Ron sneak into the Forbidden Forest to follow the spiders. At the end of the search, they arrived at a colony of giant spiders and discovered that the monster who killed the girl fifty years before wasn't a spider, in fact, because of Hagrid, that spider didn’t harm anyone in the castle. They found out that the girl that was killed, her body was found in a bathroom on the second floor of Hogwarts. This alone proved that Hagrid was innocent of the crime, and Tom famed an innocent person. The only thing he was guilty of was believing that all animals were kind and not monsters which some of them were.

The problem came about when leaving the colony, the spiders didn’t eat Hagrid because the leader and elder were raised by him. But for them? They were nothing more than strangers who walked into their colony willingly, and without the protection of Hagrid, they were nothing but food to them. So with no other options, they had to run and escape the forest. But once they escaped the forest, Harry realized who the girl was who got killed all those years ago, Moaning Myrtle.

At first, they didn’t know what to do, they didn’t know what the monster was, they only knew what happened all those years ago and that wasn’t much to go on with. They just hoped that Hermione would be cured soon, so they could learn what was behind the attacks and so able to tell the Headmaster what they knew.

Everything changed a few days after escaping the colony spiders when Ron and Harry visited Hermione, where they discovered a piece of paper with a description of a basilisk on it in Hermione's frozen hand. They deduced that the Chamber monster was a basilisk. 

Before the boys can act on their knowledge, the teachers announce that Ginny Weasley has been taken into the chamber. Both boys were in shock, they didn’t know what to do, but after a few hours, Ron and Harry decided to go to Lockhart with what they knew and where they believed the entrance to the Chamber of Secret was. But they found Lockhart packing up to run away. So Harry was able to knock Lockhart’s wand from his hand and force the man to go with them.

They found the entrance in Myrtle's bathroom as suspected, where there was a slide going down the secret passage. So pushing the fake down the slide, the two boys followed where they found themselves in some underground tunnels. During their walk through the underground tunnels, Lockhart played a track on them to get a wand to erase their memories of what they found about him, but it didn’t go as planned. As Lockhart picked up Ron’s broken wand and so accidentally cursed himself and created a cave that blocked the way for him and Ron. 

With no way back, Harry curried on until he entered the Chamber of Secrets where he encountered Ginny's still body and the ghostly figure of Tom Riddle, or as Harry soon found a memory. Harry soon found out that Tom was a younger version of Voldemort, who has been enchanting Ginny through his journal. For a bit, Tom said how much he and Harry were the same, being orphans and powerful, before asking about how Harry survived Voldemort, before telling him who he was. Here Tom called out the basilisk to kill the Boy-Who-Lived.

During the fight, using the little wandless magic he thought would help him, Harry begged for help, anyone or thing, to help him to defeat the basilisk. Instead of Dumbledore or a person which would have been much better, Harry received Dumbledore’s phoenix, Fawkes, and the damn Sorting Hat. Harry had no idea what use they could be, but it was all he got to work with. Thankfully, Fawkes punctures the snake’s eyes out, so Harry didn’t have to worry about being killed by the snake by looking at it. 

The only thing left was to kill the damn thing, somehow, the Sorting Hat produces a sword, no normal sword either, the Gryffindor’s Sword, which Harry uses to kill the giant snake, but got bitten by the damn thing and a fang was left in his arm. After this, Tom was angry but before he could say or do something, Harry pulled the poisonous fang from his arm and stuck the fang through the diary, destroying Tom. 

This was where Ginny woke up and started to cry and explained what happened to her point of view, how Tom slowly used her and such. She was worried that Harry was hurt, but Harry told it was alright and told her to leave and find Ron, he didn’t want her to see him die. But before anything could be done or said, Fawkes appeared and cried on the hole that the fang left behind. In doing so, thanks to phoenix’s tears, his hole was healed and the poison was gone. Or that was what Harry thought at least.

Once again, Harry’s Blood Protection was at work again to use what happened to its host to make things better for the boy. This time, the Blood Protection made it so that the few traces of the fang that reminded in the arm, to be fused with Harry’s own bone, so that over the next few months its host's own bones would hollow but at the same time become stronger and lighter, just like basilisk had. 

As for the basilisk’s venom that was in Harry’s blood, the Blood Protection used it to make its host resistant against all venom, so that no poison would ever hurt Harry again, not even the strongest of poisons like the basilisk’s venom. Not only that, but the Protection used venom’s magic to make its host’s skin tougher similar to a basilisk and over the next few years become highly magic resistant and his blood would slowly become venomous, but this would take long to do.

As for the phoenix’s tears, this was the most useful, as the Blood Protection used them to make it so that its host would heal much faster and better than before, and it wouldn’t have to help its host again as the tears would do all the work Over the year, the Blood Protection would have to use its magic to heal its host and preventing him from dying, but thanks to the tears it would no longer have to worry about this as the tears would do all the work now. Which means that it could save its magic to break the seals around itself and help its host so much better.

And thanks to the blood, fang and tears being so powerful, the Protection used some of the magic from them to grow stronger. It wasn’t much from the years of magic it had to use to keep its host safe and sound, but it was a start to rebuild what was used. With luck, as long as nothing big happens towards its host again, it should be able to break the seals within a few years, hopefully by its host's sixteenth birthday.

As for the girl, the Blood Protection let her be, unlike the brown-haired girl, this red-haired girl had no use for its host. She wasn’t smart, nor had any skills that would help its host in the future, so it left her be for now. If she ever becomes useful in the future, then it would do something to her, but nothing until then.

With Harry though, as his Blood Protection was doing all this, he and Ginny caught up with Ron and Lockhart, at which point Ron had cleared up the cave in so that they could come and go. Harry learned that the fool, Lockhart, had lost all of his memories. Then Fawkes led them to the Headmaster’s Office, where Ginny’s and Ron’s parents and McGonagall were there with Dumbledore trying to figure out what was going on.

Once Ginny, Harry and Ron explained some of what happened, McGonagall tried to push the group to make sure that they were all okay and see if there was anything to be done about Lockhart’s lost memory. But Dumbledore had Harry stay a bit longer to learn more, as he felt it better to know what happened whilst the events were clear in Harry’s mind. McGonagall wasn’t happy about this, but she understood and so led the Weasleys and Lockhart to the Hospital Wing.

So Harry explained the rest, from what happened on Halloween and all the moments that lead to saving Ginny and coming here. He wanted to ask why the Headmaster hired the fool Lockhart and about the Defence Against the Dark Arts Class, but something in him told him that it didn’t matter right now, that it could wait.

During the talks, Lucius Malfoy storms into the office with his house-elf, Dobby, angry that Dumbledore was back in school after being kicked out for not being able to do anything about the attacks. But it would seem that someone had blackmailed/threatened the Board of Governors to kick him out, but when they heard that a Pureblood was taken, they were more than happy to have him back. Lucius was angry at this and left.

But during the talk with Malfoy and Dumbledore, the damn house-elf was in his own way to show that Malfoy was behind all this miss. Harry knew enough to know that a house-elf’s word against its master wasn’t enough to get jailed, so at least to punish the older Malfoy, Harry tricked Lucius into giving Dobby a sock and in doing so freeing him seeing how house-elf aren’t allowed to have any as they would become free.

Now thanks to what happened that year, all apart from the OWLs and NEWTs exams were cancelled, something Hermione didn’t like when she was cured and learned about this. But there was nothing she could do about it.

Now before Harry and the rest of the second years ended their year, they had to pick the elective classes for next year. It was mandatory to do at least two of these classes, as they could help you to find a job in the future. These classes were Arithmancy, Care of Magical Creatures, Divination, Muggle Studies and Study of Ancient Runes. Seeing how he wasn’t sure what he wanted to do when he finished Hogwarts, Harry decided to do the easiest of the classes: Care of Magical Creatures and Divination.

This was something that the Blood Protection didn’t like, it needed for its host to become stronger, so it used the brown-haired girl to change its host’s mind. Sure keep Magical Creatures, as it might come in handy to know about the beasts he might face in the future. The Protection would have liked its host to take Arithmancy, but that was a hard class from the little the Protection knew about it, so it had the girl make its host take Study of Ancient Runes instead of Divination. As it made the girl tell its host, Divination was only useful if the person had the gift in the first place. But with Ancient Runes, they could create magic and rituals that could help him against the Dark Lord. It also had the girl tell its host that he should look into Arithmancy in his own time, as it might help him in the future.

Thanks to its host's trust in the young girl, he changed Divination to Runes, whilst his male friend decided to take Magical Creatures and Divination, as he didn’t want to do a lot of work. As for the girl, she decided she would try and take all the elective classes. The Protection thought it was foolish, but its job wasn’t to help her, no it was to help its host, so the girl could do whatever she wanted as long as it didn’t harm its host in any way.

Before long, it was the day that its host and his friends left the school and returned home. The Blood Protection wasn’t as worried as it had been before about its host returning to that place he called home, as thanks to the changes that it did to its host, he was more protected than normal. So its host family shouldn’t be able to hurt him in any way. The Protection just hoped that next year wasn’t as bad as this year so that it wouldn’t have to use its power to protect its host and be able to store up magic to break the seals around it.

To be Continued!!

Author’s Note: Here ends another chapter for Aggressive Love - V1.2, I hope you enjoyed the story and how Harry’s second year went. Yes, I used grammar/spell checked, but seeing how I’m dyslexic, knowing if it is right or not isn’t easy. So, I just hope for the best.

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Chapter Three.

Harry’s Third Year at Hogwarts:

When Holly found out what happened to her cousin, she was worried about Harry being at Hogwarts, seeing how this was his second time being in danger at the school. Harry admitted that the last two years were dangerous, but even though a few classes weren’t all that good he was learning more about what magic was and how to control his own magic and teach her what he learned wandlessly. All he could hope for is that there was no more danger for him, as he wanted to learn more about magic, even though he did feel they had dumb things down seeing how a few of the books made some of the later years look easy to do.

Holly was forced to agree, even though she would want Harry to stay with her, as they could learn more on their own. But at the same time, Harry could read and get books that could help them out more, something that could be difficult if he wasn’t attending Hogwarts. So all they could do was what they have been doing, learning wandless and getting stronger.

When Harry informed his cousin about Lockhart and wondered why Dumbledore hired the man and not someone more suited to the job, Holly suspected that it is possible that Dumbledore might want to teach the students what kind of wizard/witch they shouldn’t become. Harry had to call BS there, sure it would be a good thing to learn, but the problem was that the fifth and seventh-year students had important tests to take. 

The fifth-year exams meant to decide which classes they could take for the last two years. Whilst the seventh year exams would decide what jobs they could do, and if they didn’t have the right marks, they couldn’t get the job they want. So having someone like Lockhart teaching them, whilst might make it so not to be like him, for fifth and seventh years, done a great injustice to them, they would not be able to gain the jobs that they wanted. Not unless they were smart or got extra lessons over the year.

As Holly thought about it like that, she could see what her cousin meant, having Lockhart as a teacher was a great injustice. She had to wonder why Harry’s Headmaster allowed such a man near the school, even if the class cursed as Harry told her people thought it was, couldn’t he find someone else to teach? Harry told her that the Headmaster was famous and well known. So couldn’t he hire someone for a year who knew about defence like a magical policeman/woman, so the students could learn something useful? 

So when her cousin wasn’t doing chores for her parents, she was helping Harry learn from his books and learn what he did at Hogwarts wandlessly.

Harry had to admit, this was one of the better summers that Harry had with his aunt and uncle. The only inventful thing that happened was learning that a murderer by the name of Sirius Black has broken out of prison, and should anyone see him do not interact with him but call the Special Hotline that was created.

Not long after hearing this news, a problem arrived at the Dursleys, their Aunt Marge came to stay for a while. During her stay there, she tried to get a rise out of Harry by spoiling her and Dudley and insulting Harry's parents numerous times. The only reason Harry didn’t snap at this was that Harry wanted his uncle or aunt to sign the permission slips to allow him out of Hogwarts so that he could visit the local magical village. But one night Harry got to his breaking point and accidentally caused Marge to inflate like a hot air balloon, and have her float away.

Not wanting to be punished by the Dursley's, he left the house where he had an alarming sighting of a large, black dog where he fell back and accidentally summoned a magical bus known as the Knight Bus. Harry had the Knight Bus drop him off at Diagon Alley, on the bus he learned the murderer on the news wasn’t a normal one, he was a Wizard. It would seem that Black was a loyal supporter of Voldemort. Once he got to Diagon Alley, he was greeted by a worried Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic. 

It was strange, the Minister of Magic told him that he shouldn’t worry about the accidental magic use, that he wouldn’t get into trouble and that he dealt with the problem with his Aunt Marge. He told him that his aunt and uncle was extremely angry, but they are prepared to take him back the following summer as long as he stays at Hogwarts for the Christmas and Easter holidays.

Harry tried to tell the Minister that he didn’t want to go back to his family, but the Minister wouldn’t have any of it. sHe said he was sure they were fond of each other very deep down. Here the Minister rented a room for him for the rest of the summer, as long as he stayed in Diagon Alley and did not go into the Muggle World.

This alone seemed strange, but it got stranger when Harry mentioned Black, as the Minister got somewhat worried for some reason. Harry didn’t ask why seeing how he dealt with adults long enough to know that he more than likely wouldn’t get an answer. 

But something wasn’t right, why would the Minister of Magic of all people be looking for him, why would he be worried if Harry knew about Black. No, something was going on, something connecting him and Black. This worried Harry, as he wanted one year without trouble and if this Black person was out to get him, Harry wanted to know. 

So the next several days, when Harry wasn’t finishing his schoolwork, looking around the Alley, admiring a new racing broom called the Firebolt he was in the only library there, looking in some old newspapers to see if he could find anything about Black. Strangely, all that he found was that he was a Death Eater, a name used for those who followed the Dark Lord, that he killed a street full of Muggles with one spell and was sent to the only magical prison Azkaban. Nothing to explain why he would be after Harry. 

Although he did find one strange thing though, out of all of the Death Eaters that were captured, he was the only one that was sent to Azkaban without trial. The other Death Eaters got one, some named names to get a lighter sentence or if the names were big enough or found forced to be one, they got off from going to Azkaban. But not Black, he was sent there without a trial and forgotten about until now. Harry didn’t know what was going on, but he feared that sooner or later he would be pulled into something. So he decided to get a few books on defence and learn a few spells to defend himself just in case.

A few days before going back to Hogwarts, he met his friends Ron and Hermione who recently returned from their own holiday aboard with their family. Harry want to tell his friends what he had learned but waited until they were at Hogwarts seeing he didn’t want the Elder Weasleys to worry about him. During the last few days, Hermione brought a magical cat named Crookshanks, who didn’t stop chasing Scabbers, Ron's ageing pet rat. 

Not that Harry was surprised, cats were known to chase rats and mice, so this was no surprise that Crookshanks would chase Scabbers. But Ron was displeased about this, even when Harry told him that this was normal for cats, he wouldn’t listen.

The night before they all head off to Hogwarts, Harry overhears Ron's parents discussing the fact that Sirius Black is after Harry. That he was after Harry as he lost everything the night the You-Know-Who was defeated and wanted Harry to pay, Mr. Weasley wanted to let Harry know, as he knew that he and his son often go out sneaking about and so wanted to warn Harry, but his wife didn’t want him to know, as she was worried how he would deal with knowing that a mad man was after him. 

Harry was on Mr. Weasley’s side on this, he would want to know for sure so that he could prepare himself just in case he did face Black. He could be more careful where he went and if he saw something strange, had a different way out of danger and report it, even if he got into trouble. It was better to get into trouble and not die than not saying anything and getting killed.

Now the following day they go to Platform 9¾ by the Ministry providing a couple of cars for them, or as Harry knew better, for him so that Black wouldn’t get to him. As they got there, Mr. Weasley pulled Harry to one side and informed him about Black, even though his wife didn’t like the idea of it. Harry thanked him, but told him he expected as much and heard him and his wife talking the last time to get something, so he didn’t have to say anything. Mr. Weasley smiled and told him to be careful. Which Harry told his friends later on.

Apart from his yearly talk with Malfoy and his goons, the only interesting thing that happened on the train was that they met with an Azkaban Guard, a Dementor. It would seem that they were a dark magical creature that wore a dark hooded robe, that had the ability to pull the soul out of someone and make those with dark memories to relive them over and over again. If you didn’t have a dark memory, you would feel cold and feel as if you would never be happy again. 

For Harry, though he didn’t know it at the time, his dark memory was reliving the night that his mother was killed and hearing her scream and begging for her and him not to be killed. His head couldn’t take it and fainted, something that seemed to be normal for those with very dark memories. 

They were protected by Professor Lupin, the new defence against the Dark Arts Teacher, who also revived Harry. Although this helped to gain some trust in Harry, the young teen was wary of the teacher, seeing so far two of the three Dark Arts Teachers that he had wanted to hurt him in one form or another.

Soon afterwards, the students arrive at Hogwarts and Malfoy and a few of his friends make fun of what happened on the train with the Dementors. 

Now for the classes, he was thankful that Hermione talked him out of Divination. It would seem that Professor Trelawney loved nothing more than to protect the death of one of her students from her class each year, this year it would seem that it was Ron’s turn. Harry feared because of him being the Boy-Who-Lived, if he was in that class, he would be her target until he left the class.

The next class was Magical Creatures, this class was another reason to wonder what Dumbledore was smoking, seeing how he had Hagrid teach it. Don’t get Harry wrong, he liked the half-giant very much, he was his friend, but the problem was that Hagrid was that although he was great with most types of creatures, not only was he expelled in his fifth year, thanks to Tom Riddle aka Voldemort, but he had no idea how to teach. In Harry’s eyes after having shity teachers over the years, although you might know your subject, it doesn’t mean you should teach it if you don’t like teaching students or know how to, Snape came to mind.

In Hagrid’s case, his first lesson was a prime example of why he shouldn’t be a teacher, as he introduces the students to Hippogriffs, large, deeply dignified crosses between horses and eagles. Now, this alone wasn’t too bad of an idea, showing them some awesome beast, but what happened next wasn’t. You see he wanted each of them to stroke and if possible, fly on them.

The problem here was students weren’t used to these beasts yet, and if insulted, they would attack. So having students who were fearful, or disrespectful like most of the Slytherins, it wasn’t wise to use Hippogriffs to be stroked or rode on. Like Malfoy showed all too well, after Harry tried first, he insulted the beast by saying that it was dumb and wasn’t so bad if Harry could do it. Insulting the beast like that, the Hippogriff attacked the young Malfoy.

Now the School Healer was able to fix him up, but Malfoy was milking it out as much as he could, trying to his injury in an attempt to have Hagrid fired and Buckbeak put to sleep. 

As for his first Defence Against the Dark Arts class, it wasn’t that bad, in fact, it was much better than the last two years. Professor Lupin led the class to the Staff Room, to a defeat of a Boggart, which changes shape to appear as the viewer's greatest fear. For Lupin, it turns into a white orb, for Ron, a spider. The last two were Harry and Hermione, but when it came to Harry’s turn, the Professor decided to stop the class so that they couldn’t take their turn. Harry felt as if Lupin did this because of him for some reason.

As for Ancient Runes, they spent time learning to read runes, as not understanding them could be very dangerous when using them, people had ended up being killed because of it. But during that time, the teacher taught them that runes were used for brooms, some limps and other stuff. 

Harry was shocked to hear that at the same time as he and Hermione were taking Runes, she was taking Divination at the same time as Ron. Harry would love nothing more to know how she was doing this but decided not to ask her unless it became too dangerous for her. He knew everyone had secrets, just like he had, he hadn’t told his friends about how he could do wandless magic, just like his cousin could. So he wasn’t going to pray in her business.

The year started off well, no hints of trouble or reasons for Harry to be worried about anything. But then came Halloween, where just like Harry's other two Halloweens, shit hit the fan for him. The day started off fine enough, third year and up were able to visit the local village, Hogsmeade. Because his family wouldn’t sign the permission slip and he wasn’t able to convince McGonagall to let him go, he wasn’t able to go there. Although when he was talking to McGonagall about going, it felt that if he did have the permission slip, she would have tried to stop him from going. 

Instead, having nothing else to do, he had tea with Professor Lupin who invited him to his classroom. Here Harry discovered that the reason he wasn't allowed to fight the Boggart, wasn’t because Lupin didn’t think he couldn’t deal with it, but he had worried that it would take the shape of Voldemort. Harry admits that Voldemort was the first thing that came to mind, but he was reminded of what happened on the train with the Dementor. So his new fear wasn’t Voldemort, but the Dementors. Lupin was amazed that Harry’s fear was fear itself. During their talk, Snape came by to bring Lupin a steaming potion, which Lupin drinks, much to Harry's alarm seeing the dark look that Snape was giving the new Defence Professor. But Lupin reassured him that it was alright, that it was a rare potion only Potion Master’s like Snape could make.

But things got worse, later on, when everyone was at the Halloween Feast, Sirius Black breaks into Hogwarts and destroys the Fat Lady portrait that guards Gryffindor Tower, when she wouldn’t allow him into the tower without a password. Whilst Harry spent the night in the Great Hall with the rest of the students from all the Houses, as the teacher’s searched for Black, Harry thought about the event. 

Why did Black go to the tower tonight of all nights, Black once came to Hogwarts so he would have known that they would be at the Great Hall. It didn’t make sense to Harry, it was like he was searching for someone else apart from him, but what? Harry wasn’t sure, but he knew that whatever is going on, there’s more to this story than meets the eye.

After that night, things went back to normal and not long after, Quidditch started up again. Normally it would be Gryffindor House against Slytherin, but thanks to Malfoy still acting that he was hurt, they had to play against Hufflepuff instead. During the game, Harry spies the large black dog, and seconds later he sees a hoard of Dementors. He loses consciousness and falls off his broomstick. 

Later, Harry would wake up only to find out that his trusty broomstick had flown into the Whomping Willow and been smashed, and the game itself had lost. Harry wanted to know why the Dementors affected so much and so went to see Lupin, where he learned about the Dementors and how they affect people. Harry asked for help to defend against the dark creatures. Lupin agreed but stated that he couldn’t help until after Christmas as he had a few things to deal with first.

During the next Hogsmeade visit, seeing how Harry was still unable to go, Fred and George Weasley give Harry a magical map called The Marauder's Map, written by the mysterious quartet of Moony, Prongs, Wormtail and Padfoot. This map showed the user all of Hogwarts, apart from the Chamber of Secret, it showed all the secret paths that the castle had or at least the ones that the creators knew of. The map also showed the ways out of the castle, most were blocked or sealed off, but there was one secret passageway that led into Hogsmeade, where he rejoined Ron and Hermione. Hermione wasn’t happy about this and tried to tell Harry that he should hand the map over to help find Black, but Harry convinced her that it was better in his hands and if he saw Black he would tell someone.

Whilst he was at The Hogsmeade Tavern, whilst making sure no one saw him, Harry overheard Cornelius Fudge discussing Sirius Black's responsibility for Harry's parents' deaths. Not only that but for the death of another Hogwarts student, Peter Pettigrew, who was blown to bits, leaving only a finger. How the group were best of friends, in fact, they even made him Harry’s godfather. This upset Harry, that someone so close to his parents, his godfather, was behind the death of his parents. If he was thinking clearly, he would have thought all they found of Peter was a finger, strange.

Back at Hogwarts, Harry learns that Hagrid received a notice saying that Buckbeak, the Hippogriff who attacked Malfoy, was going to be put on trial, and Hagrid is inconsolable. 

The winter holidays roll around. For Christmas, Harry receives a Firebolt, the most impressive racing broomstick in the world. Something Harry wanted to buy if he had the money during the summer holidays. Much to his and Ron's dismay though, Hermione reports the broomstick to Professor McGonagall, who takes it away out of fear that it may have been sent (and cursed) by Sirius Black. 

Hermione thought that she did the right thing and wouldn’t apologise for it, as she was worried for her friend. This made it so that Ron and Harry stopped talking to each other. Ron stopped talking to her mainly because of the broom, but Harry stopped talking to her for another reason, her betrayal. Sure he understood her reasoning, but he was upset that she didn’t even try to talk to him, to allow him the chance to take the broom McGonagall himself once she talked to him about her fears. Sure he wanted the broom, but if someone mentioned that there might be a problem with the broom or someone trying to use it to kill him with it, he would have listened.

Although, he didn’t think that Black sent the broom, as to how could he? He couldn’t go into the bank and get some money, seeing how the place was being watched just in case he went to the bank. And the shop keepers would have informed the Magical Law Enforcement. So he couldn’t see how Black could have sent the broom. He tried a few times to talk to her, but she didn’t see that she was wrong in her actions, she didn’t feel like she had to say sorry for what she did. Because of this, Harry couldn’t talk to her for a while, not if she couldn’t see what she did was wrong.

Either way, once the holidays are over, Harry begins working with Professor Lupin to fight Dementors with the Patronus Charm. He was moderately successful, but still not entirely confident in his ability to ward them off. During this time Harry learned that Lupin and his father were friends, but when he tried to learn more, the Defence Teacher didn’t want to talk about it.

Soon before the game against Ravenclaw, Harry's broomstick is returned to him, and as Ron takes it up to the dormitory, he discovers evidence that Scabbers has been eaten by Crookshanks. Although Harry tries to tell Ron that this was what cats normally do, his friend was furious at Hermione. 

Soon afterwards, Gryffindor plays Ravenclaw in Quidditch. Whilst Malfoy and his friends tried to throw Harry off his match to pretend to be Dementors. But thanks to his Patronus training, Harry was able to use it to defend him. It helped that Harry had his Firebolt, so he was able to triumph, winning the game. 

That same night when all the students have gone to bed, Sirius Black breaks into Harry's dormitory and slashes the curtain around Ron's bed. This was strange, why would he attack Ron? Their chests have names on them so that whoever took their things knew where they went, Black would know which bed was his. This made no sense.

Several days later, Hagrid invites Harry and Ron over for tea and scolds them for shunning Hermione on account of Scabbers and the Firebolt. They feel slightly guilty, but not terrible. Unlike Ron who acted foolish for something that was national, Harry told the half-giant that if Hermione seemed a bit sorry for going behind his back the way she did, he would be willing to talk to her. He wasn’t a person who wouldn’t listen to reason if talked to, Hermione, his friend, to do something that he couldn’t forgive so easily. If she thought she could do so with no consequence, she would think she could do so again and the next time something worse could happen.

Soon Harry, under his invisibility cloak, meets Ron during a Hogsmeade trip; when he returns, Snape catches him and confiscates The Marauder's Map. Whilst Lupin was able to save Harry from Snape's rage, he reprimands him severely for risking his safety for ‘a bag of magic tricks.’ Harry knew he got off lightly and didn’t want to get into more trouble so he didn't put up a fight, but before handing it over he explained that he wasn’t sure if the map was working as it should. As he explained that he saw a name on the map that shouldn’t be on it, Peter Pettigrew, as he heard that he was dead. 

So Harry asked if Pettigrew was really dead, as he found it strange that all they found was a finger. As what kind of spell or curse could do something like that?

As Harry leaves Lupin's office, he runs into Ron and then into Hermione, who informs them that Buckbeak's execution date has been set. Because of this, the three of them reconciled in their efforts to help Hagrid, but Harry did ask Hermione before she does something like this again, to talk to him first before doing anything. If she didn’t, they might not be able to fix their friendship.

As they started to hang out again, Harry began to see that Hermione was looking rough, bags under her eyes, warned out. Harry felt horrible for not noticing this beforehand, although they weren’t speaking, he still considered her a friend. But before he could say anything, with how stressful she was by all of her work, in a day she slaps Malfoy for picking on Hagrid and she quits Divination, concluding that Professor Trelawney is a great fraud. 

That day Harry sat her down and talked to her and sight out asked her how she was doing all the classes, as however she was doing them was slowly making her ill. At first, she didn’t want to tell him, but Harry told her that if she didn’t tell him, he would go to the teachers and tell them how ill she was going. She told him that she couldn’t believe that do such a thing. Harry told her that he was doing it for her own good, as he didn’t want her to get hurt and unlike her, he was willing to talk to her about this before he went to the teachers. 

Hermione was shocked and angry he would compare the two things, saying that they weren’t the same thing. But Harry told her it was, as if she continued, she could hurt herself in doing whatever she was doing, like as she believed he could hurt on the Firebolt. At least his broom wasn’t jinxed and he didn’t get hurt, but with her she was slapping people for no reason, calling out teachers as fakes and getting ill slowly, so yeah he had the right to do this.

Hermione felt like someone slapped her across her face at this, seeing how her friend was right about this. So she explained about the Time-Turner she had, that allowed her to go back in time for a few hours so she could take her classes. Harry was shocked at this, he couldn’t believe that McGonagall and the Headmaster would give Hermione such an item just to take more classes.

Leaving out his thoughts about the teachers giving a young girl a dangerous item, Harry could be stupid in how she handled things. That she should have used the Time-Turner, to get extra hours to do her homework and to get extra sleep in so she could stay healthy. But Hermione told Harry that she was told that she could only use it for going to classes. Harry told her that he didn’t think that they meant it like that, it’s possible that they wanted her to use it for homework and sleep too so that she wouldn’t end up like this. 

Although that was what he said, he didn’t believe it for a moment, but he knew that Hermione didn’t like people talking bad to those in authority. So he had to be careful here, not letting her know what he really thought. If he was honest, he didn’t think that they really care one way or another, not after all the shit that happened in the last few years and no one did anything about it.

Thinking about it Hermione realized that Harry might be right, that McGonagall and the Headmaster might have wanted her to use it like that and took what they told her too seriously. Harry informed her of two options, stop doing at least one more class seeing how doing four extra classes would be too much for her. From what he heard about the other classes and how Mr. Weasley acts about Muggles, it was best to stop taking Muggle Studies seeing how outdated the class was. The other option was to use the Time-Turner to get extra hours for sleep, homework and relaxation so that she wouldn’t burn out and have a break down as she did with Malfoy and Trelawney.

Seeing how Hermione loved the classes, she decided to go for the second option, at least until the end of the year so that she could decide what to do over the summer holidays. Over the next week or so, Harry noticed that Hermione looked less stressful and more healthy than she was. Whilst Harry would have liked her to stop doing at least one class, he was happy that his friend was doing better now and hope she doesn't fall back to only using the Time-Turner for classes only. 

In fact, whilst she told him that she wasn’t allowed to take anyone with her, when she used the Time-Turner for sleep and relaxation, she took Harry with her. For the time she was asleep, to make sure that she didn’t oversleep and miss classes, at which point Harry would practise with his wandless magic as she slept. As for relaxation, she wanted someone with her to have someone to talk to and play games with. They would only read for relaxation, not for their school work.

A few days after learning about Hermione’s secret, was their final Quidditch match, who they were against Slytherin. The match ended up with Gryffindor winning, and so allowing the Gryffindor Team to win the Quidditch Cup for the first time in years.

Soon enough, exams came about. Apart from the two sightings of Black, Harry heard nothing about him, Harry didn’t know if this was a good thing or not. Harry feared that if he ever met Black, he wasn’t sure if he could stop himself from attacking the man for what he did to his parents.

Now not long after Harry’s and Hermione’s Ancient Runes Exam, a strange professor came up to him. From Ron’s description, this professor was Professor Trelawney. Her eyes were blank as if she didn’t know where she was. Just before Harry could ask her if she was alright, she predicts, in a strange voice, that before midnight a servant of Voldemort’s who has been chained these twelve years, would break free and set out to rejoin his master. In doing so, the Dark Lord will rise again with his servant's aid, greater and more terrible than ever he was. 

Once she made the prediction, she seemed to go back to normal and wondered how she got there, as the last thing she remembered was that she was in her tower. Not noticing Harry, she left to return to her tower as if nothing happened. Harry wasn’t sure what happened there but decided to let it be, seeing how he was warned that she was a nutcase who made things up. 

After hearing that the appeal to kill Buckbeak was turned down and would be killed that night, wanting to comfort Hagrid, Ron, Hermione, and Harry shield themselves in Harry's invisibility cloak and head off to Hagrid’s before the execution. While at his cabin, Hermione discovers Scabbers in Hagrid's milk jug, here Ron awkwardly apologises to Hermione for how he acted.

Whilst he was glad to see them, Hagrid didn’t want them to see what was about to happen and so sent them back to the castle. But as they were heading back to the castle, they heard Buckbeak being executed, seeing how Scabbers was making a fuse trying to get away. But as this was happening, a large black dog approaches them, where it pounces on Ron, and drags him under the Whomping Willow. 

Harry and Hermione and Crookshanks dash down after them; oddly though, Crookshanks knew of a secret knob to press to freeze the flailing tree. They move through an underground tunnel and arrive at the Shrieking Shack. They find that the black dog has turned into Sirius Black and is in a room with Ron. Harry, Ron, and Hermione manage to disarm Black, and before Harry could stun and question Black, before he decided to avenge his parents' deaths, Professor Lupin enters the room and disarms him. Harry, Ron, and Hermione are aghast as Lupin and Black exchange a series of nods and embrace.

Once the three students calm down enough to listen, Lupin and Black explained everything. How Lupin is a werewolf who remains tame through a special steaming potion made for him by Snape. While Lupin was a student at Hogwarts, his best friends, James Potter, Sirius Black, and Peter Pettigrew, became animagi (humans able to take on animal forms) so that they could romp the grounds with Lupin at the full moon. They even created the Marauder's Map together partly because he was a werewolf, but to sneak around when they wanted.

Hearing that Lupin was not just friends with his father, but best friends, Harry felt somewhat betrayed by the man. As a best friend of his father, why didn’t he check on him when he was growing up. He would like to think that if Ron or Hermione were dead, no, murdered, and they had kids, he would check upon them to make sure that they were happy and see if they needed his help or not. To tell them stories about their parents.

A few questions went through Harry’s head, why didn’t he check on him when he was growing up, was there a reason why he couldn’t content him then? If so, why didn’t Lupin contact during his first and second year? He would have known that Harry was at Hogwarts at this point, and so easier to contact with. Then what about this year, they had many times alone together learning the Patronus Charm, he could have said something to him. He could understand that if it wasn’t for learning the Patronus Charm, the man couldn’t treat him any differently to other students, but when it was one or one, that was a different story. Maybe hearing about his parents could have given him the happy memories to power the Patronus Charm.

But Harry had other things on hand to deal with that right now, he had to deal with this matter first. So Harry listened to Black and Lupin explained how Snape once followed Lupin toward his transformation site in a practical joke set up by Sirius, seeing how Snape was always sticking his nose in things that he shouldn’t and trying to get them into trouble. Thankfully, Snape was saved by Harry’s father, but Snape thought that he was behind the so-called prank.

Now whilst Harry believed that Sirius was wrong and should have been punished, even expelled, for what he did, but if Snape was anything like he is now, Harry might have done the same thing. He more than once wanted to do something to Snape. Although, it would explain why Snape seems so hostile towards him because he thought his father was behind the prank too and so wanting payback he took it out on his son.

As Sirius and Lupin were explaining their past with Snape, the man himself revealed himself from underneath Harry's invisibility cloak that he dropped when he was running to catch Ron when Sirius took him. Snape wanted to take Sirius to the Dementors so that they could take Black’s soul. He wasn’t willing to listen that Sirius might be innocent, he just wanted to pay the man back for what he did all those years ago.

Thankfully though, Harry, Ron, and Hermione disarm him, rendering him unconscious. Lupin and Black then continued to explain that the real betrayer of Harry's parents wasn’t Black, but Peter Pettigrew, they explained why Black was suspected this in the first place. Sirius told them that when he learned about the death of his best friend and his wife who was also Sirius's friend, in his grief, he went out to capture and possibly kill the rat, but the rat got one over him.

Harry admitted that this was a foolish thing to do, seeing how he had a godson to look after now. But Harry could understand Black’s thoughts, he was grief-wakened by the deaths of his friend all because of another friend, so in that moment of grief, he went after the person who betrayed them in the hopes to bring him to justice in one form another. Harry felt that if it happened to him, one of his friends was behind the death of another friend, he might do the same thing. So he couldn’t really be angry at Black in doing that if he might have done the same thing.

They told the teen that everyone presumed that Peter was dead, but really, he was hidden all these years disguised as Ron’s rat, Scabbers. When asked for proof of this, Lupin transforms Scabbers into Pettigrew, who squeals and hedges but ultimately confesses, revealing himself to be Voldemort's servant, and Black to be innocent. 

Finally knowing the truth, they all travel back to Hogwarts, the problem was that it was the night of a full moon and Lupin, who has forgotten to take his Wolfsbane Potion (the steaming liquid), turns into a werewolf and loses control of himself. When everything was all done and dusted, where Harry could take time to think things clearly, Harry had to wonder why or how Lupin forgot about the potion. If he has been using it often over the last year, he would be used to taking it by now, so why forget to take it tonight of all nights when he knew how dangerous he could be without it?

To protect them, Sirius Black responds by turning into the large black dog. As Black returns from driving the werewolf into the woods, a swarm of Dementors approaches, and in turn Black and Hermione become paralyzed with fear. Harry tried to use his Patronus Charm, but it wasn’t powerful enough to drive it away. Just as one of the Dementors prepares to suck the soul out of Harry, out of somewhere, a powerful Patronus drives the Dementors away. This was the last thing Harry saw before he faints.

When Harry awoke in the Hospital Wing an hour or so later, he heard Snape and Cornelius Fudge discussing the fact that Sirius Black is about to be given the fatal Dementor's Kiss. That Snape would get the highest reward possible if Fudge had his way.

Harry and Hermione protest, claiming Black's innocence, but to no avail, Snape made it out that Sirius had put them under a Confundus Charm to make it seem that he was innocent. That he was the hero of it all, that he saved Harry and his friends from the mess murderer. Harry couldn’t believe that Snape’s hatred would allow an innocent man, well innocent in the case of the Potter’s death, get killed and the guilty get away with it. They tried to tell Fudge that Snape was knocked out and that he didn’t have all the information but to no avail.

Not long after waking up and trying to defend Sirius, Dumbledore enters the room and shoos out the others, where he mysteriously suggests that Harry and Hermione travel back through Hermione's time-turning device, where they should be able to and save both Black and Buckbeak.

Hermione turned her Time-Turner back a few turns so that they would be back an hour before Buckbeak's execution, where they rescued him. After this, they had to hide so that no one would see them. Before long, they saw themselves coming out of the Shrieking Shack and back to the castle. Making sure not to be seen, Harry and Hermione followed their past sleeves. 

Before long though, it was the time where the Dementor meant to suck their souls from them. He hadn’t said anything before now, but he thought that it was his dad who saved them. But within the last few moments, he realized it wasn’t his dad who saved them, it had been him who conjured the powerful Patronus. It took the form of some kind of stag, but it was much bigger and more powerful looking than the normal stag Harry knew of. And did the impossible, it threw them about to protect Harry.    

He would later find out that it was an extinct animal known as Irish Elk. What Harry didn’t know was that the Blood Protection made the Charm stronger, so that these Dementors would pay for trying to hurt its host. If it was at full power, the Charm would be able to kill these damn things.

Although it wasn’t a stag like his father, Harry sort of thought it was, here to protect him, so he called the Irish Elk, Prongs.

After saving his past self from the Dementors, Harry and Hermione fly to the tower where Sirius was imprisoned, where they rescue him and send him away to freedom on Buckbeak's back. 

The next day, Harry found out that Professor Lupin was leaving Hogwarts because of the previous night's scare, not that Harry didn’t feel this was the right thing to do. Sure he had mixed feelings towards the man, he was still the best teacher the school had for the last few years. But if he could forget to take his potion one night, how can Lupin say that he wouldn’t forget it again. The next time he might not be so lucky, next time he could kill a child and so would create a lot of problems.

But at the same time, he was sad that Lupin was leaving, now he knew who Lupin was to his father, he wanted to hear stories about his father and mother. To learn what they really were and what they like. Harry was upset and slightly angry that Lupin didn’t tell him about this sooner, as he would love nothing more to know about his parents. He knew nothing about them other than they died for him. The only good thing that happened in talking to Lupin for a bit was that he handed The Marauder's Map to him. Lupin said that his father would be saddened if his son didn’t know some of the short outs in Hogwarts, and use the map for fun.

On the train ride home, Harry receives an owl-post letter from Sirius that contains a Hogsmeade permission letter, words of confirmation that he is safe in hiding with Buckbeak and that he was, in fact, the sender of the Firebolt. Also, seeing how he felt sorry that he was the reason that Ron lost a pet, he told Harry that the owl that delivered the letter was now Ron’s. Harry feels slightly uplifted as he returns to spend his summer with the Dursleys.

Harry just hoped that next year would be much safer than the last three years, as he really wanted at least one peaceful year at Hogwarts without fear of his life and health. Little did Harry know, but by the time he finished his fourth year at Hogwarts, things would be different for 

To be Continued!

Author’s Note: Here ends another chapter of Aggressive Love - V1.2. I hope that you enjoyed this and like the little extra details I added to this year. This’ll be the last chapter where I’ll be telling you what happened, starting from the next chapter, I’ll be showing you what happens. Not only that, but the smut starts in the next chapter, so be ready for that.

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Aggressive Love - V1.2.

Chapter Four.

Little Hangleton, Cemetery, June 24, 1995:

Harry couldn’t believe his luck. He had hoped that this year would be different to the rest of his years at Hogwarts. His summer was the best yet at the Dursleys, as he threatened his family with his godfather, Sirius Black, saying that he was a mass murderer and if he said the word, he would kill them if Harry wanted. So being able to move about much easier, and spending time with his cousin Holly and learning magic with her. He even used Sirius’s name to allow him to go to the Quidditch World Cup and allow him to stay at the Weasleys. 

The only mishap during the summer was after the Quidditch World Cup, where Voldemort’s former followers made trouble because of them being drunk.

When he got to Hogwarts, they learned about the Triwizard Tournament, a tournament that only those who were seventeen and over could enter. As whoever was chosen to partake in the tournament would have to take part in dangerous tasks that only those in their seventh year could pass. Harry thought he was safe, that he wouldn’t have to worry about three-headed dogs, a possessed professor, a huge deadly snake, or dealing with soul-sucking demons. For once he would have a normal year at long last.

But that wasn’t the case though, as on Halloween like the last few years, things went to hell. Harry thought that he should have known better, that Halloween would be his worst time of year. It was for the last three years, so why wouldn’t it be this year. Somehow his name came out of the Goblet of Fire, a magical cup to pick those who would partake in the Triwizard Tournament, forcing him to participate in a deadly tournament against his will. 

People began to call him a cheat and a liar, something he was used to seeing how no one believed him in his second year when he tried to defend himself when students were being attacked. This time, they didn’t believe him that he didn’t put his name in the Goblet of Fire, even though there were older and more skilled students who tried to do the same and failed. The Weasley twins were two of the known students, who were more skilled than him and they couldn’t pass the Age Ward that Dumbledore of all people put up. 

It was sad, but one of these people who didn’t believe him and thought he was a cheat was his male best friend, Ron Weasley. 

He was participating against three other students, who were more skilled and older than him, Fleur Delacour, who was from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, a France school. Viktor Krum, who was from Durmstrang Institute, a Scandinavia school. And lastly, Cedric Diggory, who was the Hogwarts Champion for the Tournament. All distrusted Harry and thought he cheated somehow to get into the Tournament, and so had to deal with them hating him.

One person that he had hoped would believe him but didn’t was his male best friend Ron. He believed the rumours about him, even though he knew that Harry wanted nothing more than a normal year. As Hermione put it, he was jealous, Harry was already famous and his twin brothers were popular, whilst he was only the sidekick of Harry’s, whilst Hermione was the smartest witch in school. Ron hated that he was in the shadows once again. 

Whilst Harry could understand this, this was a breaking point for the Boy-Who-Lived. Starting off with his second year when Ron learned that his best friend was a Parseltongue during his second year, a so-called Dark Art skill. Ron limited his time around Harry, as although he didn’t say it out loud, Harry knew that his friend thought he was behind the attacks until Hermione was attacked. As Ron knew that his friend would hurt her. Then over the last year, whilst still friends, apart from what happened during the second year, which Harry forgive but did not forget, they were slowly drifting apart as Harry wanted to do different lessons and work more in school so that he could get a good job when he left Hogwarts. 

This was the last straw for Harry, as the old Muggle saying went, ‘fool me once shame on you fool me twice shame on me.’ How could he trust Ron when Ron already showed that he would believe something that wasn’t true about him once before and done it again two years later? What was stopping Ron from doing the same thing again later on in life, deciding that Harry was in the wrong or things got too much for Ron or follow everyone else’s lead and decided to leave? No, he couldn’t risk having such a friend, not when he had someone like Voldemort after him. He needed people he could trust, those who wouldn’t leave when things got too much, someone like Hermione. She stayed with him no matter what and that was something Harry was thankful for.

It didn’t help that that a reporter from the Daily Prophet, didn’t make things much easier for him. The reporter was Rita Skeeter, she was the type of reporter who loved to spread lies and rumours and call it real news. She had a field day with him.

Either way, over the next year Harry was forced to deal with three tasks, the first task was to outfly a dragon, a damn fucking dragon, and not any normal dragon, but a mothering fucking dragon who was looking after her eggs, to get a golden egg. After that, he was forced to partake in a school dance as he was a Hogwarts Champion for the Tournament, so had to open the dance with the other Champions. 

Thankfully though, he asked Hermione to the dance, as he had a crush on her and thought this was an ideal time to ask her out, thankful she said yes to this. But this ended Ron’s and Hermione’s friendship though. Hermione was holding out hope that he and Ron would once again make up and be friends again at some point, but the problem was once again Ron’s jealousy. 

He hated that Harry was taking Hermione to the ball as his date. Ron made a scene where he said that Hermione was his, that she should be his and not Harry’s, that Harry and his brothers got everything that he got nothing, even though Ron never worked to get anything in the first place, but thought that life should give him things for free. This was enough for Hermione, she didn’t like that Ron was treating her as an object that he owned and had a say in. After the scene, Hermione told Ron that she didn’t want a thing with him.

Since then, Harry and Hermione had nothing to do with the red-head. But they did have a few problems with Skeeter, who lied about their relationship and called Hermione a gold digger. It didn’t help that one of the so-called interviews was from Ron who was hitting back at them through the reporter. 

Then Harry had to deal with the second task, he had to swim deep below the Black Lake to rescue something that was important to him. Or in this case, someone. But the problem was that the person who was at the bottom of the like wasn’t who he thought it was, Hermione, but his former best friend Ron. If it wasn’t for being friends with the twins, Harry might have thought about forfeiting that task and left him behind, as he knew that the Headmaster wouldn’t leave anyone behind.

Harry suspected that the Headmaster was trying to get Harry back with his friend, as the old fool believes in giving second chances after second chances to people, even if those people don’t deserve the chances. Either way, whatever the reason for Ron being down in the lake, Harry left Ron alone once the task was over.

Whilst he was down there, he also rescued Fleur Delacour’s sister, Gabrielle. Not because that Harry and Fleur were friends, but because of the rumour he heard about Veela and Merpeople, the two had an old feud going and Gabrielle’s life could have been in danger if she was left there if her sister couldn’t get to her. Which she couldn’t, as she was having problems with some magical fish, so Harry decided to rescue the young girl.

Up to this point, other than people turning on him once again, nothing too bad happened and Harry believed that he could win this without much of a problem. The only problem that Harry had with the tasks was the dragon, the lake was easy enough once he learned about the plant to breathe underwater. But Harry should have known that things weren’t that easy when it came to him, all things began during the third task.

At the start of the day with the third task, things were as normal, the only difference was the last class, History, where his Head of House, McGonagall, informed him that his family was there to see him before the third task. He had to wonder who it could have been, as other than Holly, none of the Dursleys would come here and they wouldn’t even think about having Holly coming here.

But in fact, it was none other than Mrs. Weasley and her eldest son William, and as he wanted to be called Bill. The twins informed them that Harry would have no one there, no family or friendly face there and asked if they were willing to come. Mrs. Weasley admitted she would love to come, as not only did she want to be there for Harry, but she wanted to apologize for Ron and his actions towards him and Hermione. She wanted to apologize for her actions towards Hermione, seeing how for a while she believed the reports and her son, but the twins set her straight.

As for Bill, he was at home and hearing that his mother was coming to Hogwarts, he came with her as he wanted to visit Hogwarts again himself. 

Then later on that day, the final task started, where Harry and the other champions had to stumble through a deadly maze. It was strange, as his way through the maze, Harry found that he didn’t come across any traps or magical creatures that were meant to be in there. Instead, he had to save Delacour from Krum's use of the torture curse. Then going on to help Diggory with an Acromantula that very nearly made a meal out of him. It ended up being for nought as they decided to take the cup together and make it a true Hogwarts victory.

Unfortunately, the cup turned out to be a Portkey, a clever trap, that teleported them to an unknown graveyard. They didn't even have time to get their bearings when a high pitched voice spoke up from the fog, "Kill the spare." And Cedric was struck by the green light of an Avada Kedavra, snuffing out his life before he'd even hit the ground.

Harry was knocked unconscious before he could even comprehend what had just happened right before his eyes. All of it had been because of Voldemort. A convoluted plot to kidnap him for some nefarious purpose.

When he came to, he found himself against a gravestone, unable to move because of some sort of strange magic keeping him there. Harry tried to struggle against this magic, trying to fight it. But he was too tired from the third task to put up any real fight. Moments later he saw a small blonde man walking through the graveyard. 

Harry couldn’t see the man well enough to make out who it was, but the man stopped and stood over the largest cauldron Harry had ever seen. Upon the man getting to the cauldron, he bent slowly down, from the shadows, Harry could tell the man was holding some kind of parcel and was trying not to drop what he was holding. The man bent down to light the fire for the cauldron. Upon the fire being lit, the flames revealed who the man, who Harry recognized as Peter Pettigrew, or as his friends used to call him, Wormtail. The very same man who had betrayed his parents to the Dark Lord, Lord Voldemort.

Pettigrew stared at Harry for a moment or two, as if he was sorry for what he was about to do before he turned to focus on the cauldron. He unwrapped the parcel next to the cauldron and fidgeted with the contents. Harry couldn’t see it all, but he saw that it contained a clay creature, possibly no bigger than a foot or two. It didn't look human, but it certainly was more humanoid than anything else he could think of. A tiny hand clutched a silver tiara with a smattering of blue gemstones on the front. Wormtail then placed down next to the cauldron, something that looked like a small white bone of some kind, a runic knife, a plain goblet and a few other ingredients that Harry couldn’t recognize.

In the beginning, Pettigrew summoned some water into the cauldron and allowed it to come to boil, once it came to the boil he threw in the ingredients apart for the bone. Instead, he waited for the water to become a bubbling pinkish liquid, where he picked up the bone and said, “Bone of the father, unknowingly given, you will renew your son.” At this, the blonde grabbed the bone and threw it into the boiling cauldron, where the bone seemed to absorb into the liquid without anything changing. 

Pettigrew then picked up the runic knife from his robes and hesitating briefly held his left hand over the boiling liquid with a knife to his wrist, "Flesh of the servant willingly given!" Pettigrew said after taking one deep breath, cut off his own left hand so it fell into the cauldron below. "Y-You w-w-will revive your master!"

Harry hoped against hope that Peter Pettigrew would bleed out before he could do anymore, but it was not to be as he held the stump where his hand was severed tight against his body as he cleaned the knife. Pettigrew then grabbed the goblet and began making his way to Harry. Harry begins shaking his head and muttering in denial of what's to come as Wormtail begins to approach him.

He begins shaking his head, "No Pettigrew! Don't do this!" He shouts as Wormtail draws ever closer to his bound form while holding the knife.

"I-I'm sorry Harry. I have to. For m-my master you understand?" He beseeched. "B-blood of the e-enemy… forcibly t-t-taken… you will resurrect your foe." Wormtail finishes as he slashes the knife across Harry's wrist, sending a burning jolt of pain through Harry's arm, easily separating the flesh to allow his blood to flow into a vial that Wormtail holds up to collect.

But the magic kept him bound in place, he couldn't even scream to attempt some relief. Wormtail dropped the knife to the ground below and held the goblet under the flowing blood. After a few moments, he seemed satisfied and returned to the cauldron, adding the blood to the mixture. As soon as the thick, red liquid joined the contents, the cauldron stopped bubbling and became incredibly calm.

Pettigrew picked up the hideously deformed creature, which somehow managed to keep a grip on the silver tiara, and dropped it into the cauldron. As soon as the monster impacted on the liquid, Harry's head exploded.

He'd never felt quite as much pain from his lightning bolt scar before, and the pain in his scar made him acutely aware that it was Voldemort in that cauldron. It immediately overwhelmed the pain in his still bleeding wrist, and it was enough to blind him for a few moments. And once his vision returned he could still see spots. He felt like he should be gasping for air, but the spell on him barely let him breathe as was. He was starting to feel a little bit faint and he concentrated on staying focused on everything that was going on around him in the graveyard.

Now if things went as planned, a very male Voldemort would rise from the cauldron, which would allow the story we all knew about to unfold. But what no one in the graveyard knew was that another presence was awaiting this with eager anticipation. A presence that would change the very fate of the world, and give us a brand new story.

For years the blood sacrifice had been trying to seek a way to break the binding on its host, so it can fulfil its purpose. It wanted nothing more than to make Harry complete as his mother desired. But it had been denied.

For years it had been storing up power in an attempt to shatter the restraints. But over the years, it had to use that power to help or protect Harry in one way or another. Meaning that it had to restart storing up more power to try and break the seal. It knew that eventually it would have been powerful enough to do so, but until it stored enough power it had to store power and wait. That was until now, now it had the opportunity of a lifetime.

Ever since Harry had encountered a Voldemort who possessed Professor Quirrell, his first Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, in his first year, it had plotted. It had to destroy the body that the Dark Lord was inhabiting, as that was its only option at the time. And while it didn't have a true intelligence, it had memories of two souls and access to their memories, so it could think and plan to a limited degree, like it did in the past. 

It was a part of what made the blood protection special, its ability to be proactive and work out solutions on its own so long as it benefitted Harry. Part of its simplicity was that it would usually take the path of least resistance. Like when it defeated a killing curse with a method no one had thought of before. Why bother trying to stop it when it could simply change its direction? That was proof, if there ever was, that people made things unnecessarily complicated when they didn't have to.

And after encountering another piece of the Dark Lord's soul in the form of a diary that was possessing a student and opening the chamber of secrets, the protection matched it to the piece left behind that tried to attach itself to Harry on the night the Dark Lord first tried to kill him.

It still had that soul piece, and the blood protection would use the connection to Harry's advantage.

It knew that this person was powerful, clever, and persistent. This enemy seemed determined to come after its host over and over again, until Harry was dead, and the blood protection simply wouldn't allow it.

But just like when it stopped the killing curse, it didn't have to use brute force. Is it not better to turn one's enemy into an ally after all? To make their strength, knowledge, and power yours? So that you could use it for your own gain, instead of theirs.

And it had just been served up the perfect chance on a silver platter. It had wondered how it would use the connection to keep Harry safe from this person.

Now this Dark Lord was going to take Harry's blood to use in his resurrection, in a blatant attempt to overcome the blood sacrifice his mother left him with.

The Dark Lord was inviting the sacrifice into his new body.

Where it would be able to change Voldemort from the inside.

In his desire to circumvent the protection of the child who he believed to be the subject of a prophecy that concerned them both; he only ended up subverting himself and solidifying his subjugation to Harry.

Voldemort wouldn't remain a 'he' for long though. No, this Dark Lord was fast approaching her new beginning as a Dark Lady.

One of the protection's primary purposes was to alter Harry. To make it so that his body, and his very magical aura, would permeate, and enthral all those who came into contact with the young black-haired, emerald-eyed young man. Based on Harry's human biology, however, would limit this effect to those who would be imprinted by his pheromones. Essentially only those of the female variety.

And now that Wormtail was using the very same blood that came directly from Harry's veins, pouring it into the cauldron to complete the Resurrection Ritual, it could change Voldemort on a fundamental level from the ground up. All for the sake of its charge.

Almost just as important is that now it won't have to keep building up strength to break the binds. Now it has access to a vast magical reservoir, in the form of Lord Voldemort, that it can pull from to do so. And so it did, with contemptuous ease, finally free itself to fulfil its purpose after almost thirteen years.

It was the work of a moment to change Harry's very DNA forever.

While this happened the cauldron roiled over, spitting and hissing liquid, as a new body was grown. Eventually, it completed with a blinding explosion, and when the haze cleared everyone in the graveyard were gobsmacked.

None more so than the Dark Lord, now turned Dark Lady.

Confusion was the most prominent thought in her mind at the moment. Thoughts of 'What the hell!?' and 'How did this happen!?' were rampant as she ran her hands up and down her new curvaceous features.

During her self-examination, Harry couldn't look away as he got an eyeful. Both because he'd never seen the female form naked before, as much as seeing what he assumed was a botched ritual. Harry's eyes drank her in all the same as his brain tried to form coherent thoughts.

Voldemort looked nothing like a seventy odd-year-old person that Harry suspected to see, but a woman in her twenties. She had pale, milk-white, flawless skin from head to toe. Long legs that seemed to go on and on, eventually ended with toned thighs connecting to wide hips.

Blushing, Harry couldn't help but pause and stare at the naked slit of a woman's sex. From his distance he could just make out the pink, slightly puffy, lips of her pussy and if he really squinted he could swear they were practically glistening.

His eyes continued to feast on the new body of Voldemort as she dragged her hands further up past her hips, gliding over her smooth stomach, and cupping her wonderfully proportioned breasts capped with darkish pink nipples that stood out, both from the contrast with her skin, and from the chill air of the graveyard.

She involuntarily gasped at her own sensitivity when her fingers brushed over herself in the exploration of her new body. And already she was slightly perturbed at how she was so quickly becoming comfortable in this new skin and how right it felt. 

Harry continued to examine the person across from him. He took in her model like features that appeared almost too perfect. She was an amazon in height - definitely several inches taller than Harry - with the toned physique. Her face was truly a thing of beauty, with high cheekbones, full pink lips, a small cute nose, and red shaped eyes that were seductive blood red. All this was capped off with long strands of straight, luscious midnight black hair that felt like a curtain of silk down her back. He couldn’t help but let his eyes drift down her curvaceous, hourglass figure and soaking in every detail of her round, perfectly sculpted arse. It put all the arses in Hogwarts to shame!

The silence of the moment was broken by Harry oddly enough, when he let slip a soft, quiet, "Beautiful."

It would be sometime before Voldemort understood why her body reacted to the young black-haired man's voice in such a way.

For now, however, it broke her out of her reverie, before she began to play with her new body more than she already doing so. Her face twisted into a snarl that surprisingly did nothing to diminish her beauty, and she spoke for the first time in a melodious voice that she no doubt hoped would have sounded more menacing. "Wormtail! Robe me." She commanded. That one single word stung Harry's scar as well. For a moment, he thought she felt it too, as her gaze shifted over to the statue he was bound against.

"At once mistress!" He said as he finally broke out of his shock, but slipped up in his address of his master.

"It's Master!" She reprimanded as she backhanded Pettigrew, and proceeded to clothe herself in robes that were now too big for her. Wormtail then offered her wand from in his robes. She took it in a slow motion, as if she was getting used to having functional arms. 

After getting used to having her own working arms again, the former man transfigured her robes to fit her new frame. Now she didn’t know why, but she transfigured the robes into a very form-fitting black dress with jaw-dropping cleavage. She had a black cape over her shoulders, but had red timmings like her dress, and was red on the inside of the cape. Around her neck, shoulder and running down her cleavage, she had on a lace collar.

"What did you do, Wormtail?" She says in a low, dangerous tone, once she was fully dressed. Trying to figure out what misstep led to her current development.

"I-I-I did the ritual. I followed your instructions to the letter!" Wormtail whined in mercy, as he fell to his knees and kissed the hem of her dress and still bare feet a little too fervently.

"I highly doubt that, if this is the outcome." Voldemort responded, before she kicked him away, repulsed by him. "Disgusting." She says. "Oh well. Just something I'll have to fix later. No reason to let it ruin my night. Arm Wormtail." She commands, holding out her hand to him.

"Master, please," Wormtail begged once more, again holding up his stumped hand.

"What do you expect me to do with that?" She asked, sounding very annoyed at the rat Animagus.

"You promised…” Wormtail said. 

"That I would heal any injury you sustained, yes.” the now female Voldemort admitted, “You, however, did not need to cut off your entire hand. The truth was all you needed was your smallest finger, it would have been more than sufficient. I do not reward stupidity, Wormtail. You even removed part of your Mark. The summoning charm on it will not function now." The truth was that, if she could summon her Death Eaters she would have done so without a moment's thought, as it showed she was a forgiving and merciful Master. But now though, she couldn’t summon them, and show her men that what happened all those years was a fluke, and that she was now able to touch Harry Potter, and able to beat him in a duel. 

She turned her attention away from Wormtail, her eyes lingering on Harry and thought, ‘Maybe that’s not a bad thing.’ Lady Voldemort couldn’t understand it, sure he might be a female now, but she wasn’t long ago a male. So why was she/he having lustful thoughts to a boy who was old enough to be her grandson. Did the damn rat Animagus do something else wrong to the ritual other than turning him into a female? So that she would be having these lustful thoughts about the boy.

"Master," Womrtail begged. She flicked her wand at him, without turning her gaze to him, and stepped toward Harry. Harry watched as Wormtail flew backwards toward the gravestones, and he immediately smelled charred flesh. Voldemort had obviously thought the best way to fix Wormtail's wound had been to solder it shut. Peter Pettigrew shrieked in pain as he landed on the relatively soft ground. Not that Harry felt sorry for the man, not after everything he had done to the Potters, and killing Cedric, Harry felt that this was just the tip of what the man got coming to him.

Voldemort didn't say anything to Harry, perhaps knowing that he couldn't respond because of the body bind.

Instead she walked up to the young boy and reached up and brushed the back of one of her knuckles against his shin, which was bleeding from a cut he'd suffered in the maze that had ripped clean through his jeans. The contact caused his scar to throb, but it wasn't painful, merely uncomfortable, like a day-long headache pulsating directly beneath his scar. He noticed that the wound on his leg closed as she did.

She also reached her out towards his lightning bolt scar to gently caress it, almost lovingly so. While she is so close to him, the Dark Lady didn't realize what was happening on a deeper level. Every deep breath she took, more of his essence that she took into herself.

The pupils of her hypnotic red eyes dilate as her breathing steadily becomes panting. Her heart rate skyrocketed, and a strange warmth she doesn't understand pools in her lower abdomen. It felt like some kind of golden snitch is fluttering around inside her stomach, as fluid nectar starts to flow down her legs, and it takes all that she has to keep from ravishing this handsome man in front of her. To keep from plundering his mouth with her tongue while she toys with his helpless body.

If she had her men there, or Wormtail was still conscious, she might have slammed down on her Occlumency to try and stop herself from doing anything more. So that she wouldn’t allow them to see her in all her new body's splendour, coupling with this perfect, wonderful man.

She had seen Harry's potential before, back at the end of his first year when she was still a male, and considered the young Potter a threat. And he had only grown since. 'And how he  has grown.' she thought to herself when she catches a glance at a bulge in his jeans, and subconsciously licks her full lips.

But she was alone, and Pettigrew was unconscious, and so nothing was stopping her from doing what she wanted. As more time passed, and the more she thought about it, the more she realized that it didn't matter if she was a woman now. The only thing that really mattered was power, and by that definition gender was irrelevant, she internally justifies herself. Well the only thing that mattered was power… and now Harry.

How could he not be more important now, when he has been such a prominent feature in her life? She knew he was a threat even at the ripe old age of one! He was so important to her very being that she went to Godric's Hollow to deal with him herself. She hadn't had to do anything herself in a long while before then, but he was important enough to warrant a personal touch, even then.

She couldn't believe she had been so stupid at the time! Well it was just like her to destroy first, let the minions sort out the bodies after. The reborn Dark Lady was ecstatic that she hadn't succeeded in hindsight. She couldn't believe she hadn't thought about trying to convert him to her side when he was old enough first.

Well she wasn't a woman at the time. It would seem that becoming a woman allowed her to think more clearly, to realize that the young man in front of her could be a great ally if she could convert him to her side. Well the past was the past now, and Potter had all grown up now, so it all worked out as far as she was concerned. As she was thinking about this, her hand was running along the young man’s face, and down his neck, as he was trying to fight to get free.

These thoughts would have been more than a little strange to her before the Resurrection Ritual. What she didn’t realize was that because of Lily Potter’s blood protection, the protection had a direct connection to her soul thanks to the shard it held onto for all these years. This connection allowed it to change and manipulate her very essence, into someone who will desire and covet Harry in such a way that he would now be able to depend on her. An incredibly powerful, and resourceful individual whose abilities make her uniquely suited to serving and protecting one Harry Potter.

The, now Dark Lady, had planned to entice him to her side at this moment since the initial plan to trap him in the Triwizard Tournament. Mostly because even then she saw his potential and wanted him on her side. Not only as a moral boost, but also to rub it in Dumbledore's face. Before, however, she would have been selfish and thought nothing of disposing of Harry if he refused her offer to join her. But now she can't even fathom killing her Harry.

Especially since he was nice enough to participate in her rebirth. They shared the same blood and were practically family now. Tied closer together than any other husband and wife.

That last thought filled her with such happiness that she couldn't help but rush to get through this song and dance where he refuses, they duel, he loses of course, and she claims him as her prize.

"As you can see, I can touch him now without being burned." At least not painfully she internally gloated to herself, as a pleasant warmth suffused her entire being just by proximity to the raven haired teen, as she ran her hand over Harry’s chest over his shirt.

She smiled at the young man as she did so, the smile showed no teeth, merely the corners of her mouth pressed upward and displayed one dimple on her right cheek. It lasted for a few moments before her face once again became passive. She let him down from the statue, standing him in front of her, and a relaxed part of the body binds around his so, so he could move it and talk. His breathing immediately accelerated, making up for the lost oxygen.

“You…” he gasped after a few moments. She ignored him, raising up the arm that Wormtail had cut and examined it. She ran her thumb over the cut, holding her wand in the same hand as she did, and as the cut closed. She looked at the man in question and sneered, if she didn’t need him at the moment, she would have killed the man for harming what she was considering hers.

"That imbecile would have let you bleed out," she scoffed, trying all her might not to kill the rat. "Apparently I only warrant the incompetent Marauder." Harry clenched his teeth. He did not like that she knew his familial legacy.

"Don't you dare." he said. But she ignored him, instead examining his scar. She was a few inches taller than he was, and her chest pressed against his as she examined him. Her breasts pushed against his chest, making it hard to make him think as his hormones were all over the place. He desperately wanted to run away from her. But that just caused him to breathe harder. And then he noticed the stench.

Then before he could say or do anything, she cut his shirt off him and ran her hand over his bare muscular chest. As she did, she ran her hand lower down his chest until her hand went under his black sports tights. Harry tried to fight harder at this, he didn’t want this, and wanted to get free. For Voldemort, she couldn’t believe she was doing this, but she wanted to convince Harry to join her, to be hers, and the first thought was this, to fuck him.

Harry couldn’t believe what was happening. A female version of Voldemort was playing with his cock, making it hard. Harry was trying to fight the spell that was on him so he could become free, but it wasn’t doing much to help. Voldemort removed her hands from his pants and slowly kissed down his body, before she ran her hands up his chest slowly bringing her nails back down pulling Harry’s pants and sports tights down as his hard cock flopped out. 

The Dark Lady was amazed by Harry’s size, for a fourteen year old who still had time to grow. It was seven inches long, and was thick. She was happy to hear that he was already hard, so she took her soft and gentle hand, rubbing it up and down slowly as her mouth was ready for it.

Harry wanted nothing more to stop this, as he didn’t want his first time like this, to be with this man… no, woman. Whilst his mind was shouting out no, and wanting to stop this, his body had other ideas. Not only did his cock want this, but his felt his hands fighting to get free, not so that he could summon his wand, but so that they could put themselves around the woman’s head and fuck her mouth.

Voldemort was shocked that she was doing this seeing that she never did this before, as when she was a male she had the women do it to him, but yet she knew what to do. What she nor Harry knew, when the blood protection recreated her body and mind, she placed Lily Potter’s memories about sex in her mind too. So that she could become a decent fuck toy for its host.

So the Dark Lady slowly took the tip of his cock into her mouth using her tongue to tease him. She took it deeper into her mouth, sucking gently as she stroked what was not in her mouth. She could sense that Harry’s body wanted to have some fun too, and taking the risk, allowed him to move his hand. Which was a good thing, as the first thing that happened, she felt her new lover’s hands tighten around her head, as he pushed his cock deeper into her mouth.

She moaned, sending the vibrations of her throat to his cock. Voldemort slowly took it more and more into her mouth until he gave a small groan and pushed his cock all the way down her throat. She gagged a little bit but it was with pleasure as she loved to deep throat his cock. 

As she kept sucking on his cock bobbing her head up and down she reached one of her hands up under her dress, and gently started rubbing her clit. She felt how hot and damp her pussy was as she made small circles around her pussy making her even more wet. 

As much as Harry’s mind was trying to fight this, his body acted on its own, as his right hand pushed Voldemort’s head down on his cock where her lips were touching the base of his dick as he pulled and pushed his cock in and out of her mouth while quickly her fingers explored her wet dripping pussy realizing she was really tight. His body was enjoying it too much, and it wanted more, even if his mind did not.

He let go of Voldemort’s head as she pulled his cock out of her mouth. She gently licked and sucked on his balls as she stood up looking at him as she removed her hand from her wet pussy, licking her fingers clean.

Harry realized that he was fully able to move, other than his hands. But instead of trying to escape, like he wanted, his hands moved over Voldemort’s outer thighs up her dress pulling down a cute black thong, which he had no idea where they came from or why a man turned woman would create them, as she stepped out of it she straddled his waist on the couch his hot juicy cock throbbing for her wet, tight pussy. 

Harry’s hands ventured over her hips up to the top of the dress, as removing the strips of her dress and lowering it, in doing so revealed her nice milk white breast. Here, against what his mind wanted, one of his hands caressed her breasts as they began to kiss. She moved her dress, as she slowly sat down on top of his hard cock, inserting itself into her newly formed tight pussy. She let out a small moan into his mouth as she slid it all the way in. 

Voldemort had no idea herself why she was doing this, seeing that until a short time ago she was a he, and wouldn’t even think about doing this to another man. He would have raped or force another woman to fuck, and have his way with her. But now, now this felt right, she needed this, being a man meant nothing to her, all she cared about was the man beneath her. 

Whilst she wanted him to be hers, another part of her wanted to be his, to be used by him, like she used to use women when she was a man. To be raped and forced to fuck him, to be told what to do by him. For him to be her master, to be his slave, and do whatever dirty things he wanted from her. She didn’t want to control him, she wanted to be controlled by him. 

But she knew that seeing how she treated him in the past as a man, she would have to show him that she meant no harm to him, that she would do whatever he wanted. She could see both of them ruling the world together, him on the throne and her kneeling next to him like a good little pet, or standing behind him like a loving partner or whatever he wanted from her. 

But these plans were for later, for now, she was enjoying these new feelings as she fucked the new man in her life, the one she would give her life for. The man that one day would control her.

Harry meanwhile, as much as he hated this, was enjoying the body of the person who did him harm all his life, was starting to enjoy it too. He was amazed as he started kissing from her neck, slowly down to her breasts and his hands moved slowly to her hips helping her thrust herself on him slowly as she let off small moans of pleasure. He kissed down to her nipple as he took her nipple into his mouth sucking on it gently nibbling on it. She bounced up and down gently riding his cock as he continued to suck on her breasts. 

He looked up at her as his hand moved from her waist to her head as he kissed her, as he pushed her off of him as he stood up with her as he pushed her back onto the ground on her hands and knees, as he leaned over her and took her hair as he insert his throbbing cock into her pussy again from behind. She let out a soft moan as he kept thrusting himself deep inside her wet pussy. 

The black haired teen, who finally let his lust take control of him, reached his hands around her body grasping her breasts in his hands twirling her nipples between his index and middle finger. He pounded it in hard as she let out soft and gentle moans of pleasure. Her breathing hardens as he thrusts deeper and harder wanting to feel her warm pussy juices all over his dick. 

The newly transformed woman let out a few more moans as she moaned out "Oh, I'm going to cum," he kissed her shoulder blade as he sped up more then slowed down as he felt her cum all over his hard cock. 

He pulled out and she turned around and his hand went straight to the back of her head pushing her head down as his cum covered cock slid into her mouth as she sucked and licked all the cum off as she kept sucking. He said "Oh yeah… make me cum." 

She moaned as she sucked hard his hand on the back of her head making her suck his cock deep into her mouth. She could feel the throbbing of his cock that was about to explode in her mouth. She stroked his cock gently with her hand then took it back into her mouth as she sucked it deep into the back of her throat when he came deep inside her throat as she swallowed it all. 

Harry felt strangely turned on upon seeing Voldemort licking his cum from around her lips, from the cum that leaked out of her mouth. It made him hard again. He knew he should stop, but there’s a part of his mind that was strongly telling him that he should breed this bitch, have her carry his child, his line. So that his family would carry on. The rational side of him told him that this was a bad idea, that he shouldn’t do this, as Voldemort would more than likely would turn his child into the next Dark Lord if she kept it or use the child against him.

But he wasn’t thinking rationally. Right now, he was driven by strong primal lust. The primal part of the human mind that told them to breed. So, to theshock of Voldemort who thought her new love was done with her, she found herself being forced to the ground like a dog, where Harry got behind her and fucked her like a beast. 

Voldemort couldn't believe it. Harry was fucking her like she used to fuck woman when he used to be a male, like a beast, hard and rough. Not caring if he hurt the woman or not. There was nothing that she could do but allow it to happen. It was strange, she had only been a female for under a half an hour or so, but yet, it was like she had been a female all her life. Not only that, but she liked being used and having sex, or at least with the Boy-Who-Lived, who up ‘til now, she wanted to kill. Now, all she cared about was to be used by him, to make him happy and give him the world. Which she was more than happy to do so.

For Harry, it was like he was on autopilot. It was like someone else was controlling him instead of himself. All he could do was watch as his body fucked the male turned female, using her as he pleased, making it so that she knew that she was his to do as he liked. That no other man would compare to him. He called her so many names that she wouldn't have done before. He even fucked as he bend her over her father's grave stone, saying that he was going to breed her to make her pay for what she did to him and his family. 

Harry was shocked at how much Voldemort enjoyed it, he thought that once a man Voldemort would have fought him for what he was doing to her, but she was enjoying it. It was like her body was created to be used, something Harry found it ridiculous, as why would Voldemort do that for?

Whatever the case, after a while of fucking the now female Voldemort. Harry finally found himself being able to think clearly once again, and he pushed the female Voldemort away from her, and summoned his wand to his hands. And he took cover behind a gravestone and pulled his pants and sports tights up.

“My love, I know it's strange. Everything about tonight is, but don’t hide from me, dear.” Voldemort told her man, “I won’t hurt you, or allow anyone to hurt you. Join me, and I’ll give you everything that you want. Stand by me and I’ll give you the world. You can rape me and any of the other female Death Eaters to punish us for our misdeeds”

“I don’t know what you did to me just now, but I would never join you.” Harry shouted behind the gravestone, “You killed my parents, why would I join you?”

“I understand, but it was war, both sides lost people,” Voldemort told the teen, trying to make him understand, “and I have to say, I have to say it was a mistake on my part.” And it was, if she thought about it back then whilst she was still a man, and waited to see which of the two boys he had an eye on back then was the strongest before making a move, she might not be here as a female now. But she had to admit she was glad it happened like this. She wouldn’t say that she didn’t do anything to him as she knew he wouldn’t believe her. Not only that, she didn’t know what happened herself, so how can she say what happened when she didn’t know herself?

Hearing that his parents death was a mistake, Harry snapped with everything that happened that night, and cast a cutting hex at the Dark Lady. The newly born Voldemort had more power and stamina than Harry, and was able to dodge the spell. She knew that until she could fully explain things to her new lover, she had to subdue him and try and explain things to him later. And so spells and curses began to fly back and forth, cutting spells and other harmful spells from Harry, but stunners, disarming, and low powered bombardment spells coming from Voldemort, not wanting to hurt her love.

Harry kept on moving, and casting the shield charm not to get hit by the Dark Lady’s spells.

Meanwhile Voldemort was laughing merrily and it would have been beautiful, Harry idly thought, if she wasn't trying to kill him.

And that's when it really struck home. All of the spells she was using were nonlethal, unlike his. She was aiming to win, that much was for sure, with how fast and how accurate each spell was. But she wasn't trying to kill him. And that meant she was just toying with him. The statuesque woman felt she was so far above his level, even after thirteen years out of practice, that she didn't have to take him seriously.

Snarling in anger, both at the situation, and himself. But before he could think more about it, an unexpected development took place. For as soon as he tried to cast a disarming hex, one of Voldemort's errant spells collided head on with his. Only instead of cancelling out one or the other, they stayed connected. And locked Voldemort and Harry in a contest of wills.

Trying to put more effort and power into it caused a bead of magic where the two beams of energy connected to shift one way, or the other depending on who tried harder to will it so.

And in the midst of this stunning display of light, an ethereal phoenix song could be heard. It reminded the emerald eyed teen of when he first got his wand in Ollivander's shop. He had a brother wand that shared a core coming from the same phoenix. The wand, or so Ollivander claimed without proof other than hearsay, that gave him his scar.

He had no more time to curse his luck however, as a golden cage seemed to erupt around Voldemort and Harry, cutting them off from the outside world.

Suddenly spirits, or shades began to appear, one by one, offering encouragement and their support. It started with an old man whom he had seen perish in a vision during the summer, by Voldemort's own hand. The next, oddly out of place was Cedric, telling him not to blame himself.

His father showed up to tell him how proud of him he was. And give him a knowing wink, as he looked at the sexy naked form of Voldemort.

But the last one was the most incredible. His mother. She took one look at him, and a smile lit up her transparent features. Lily Potter looked so happy just by getting to gaze upon him.

"I knew it would work. You have nothing to worry about now that Dumbledore's bindings on you have broken." She said. And Harry's world almost shattered at the revelation.

Dumbledore had done something to him? Binding? Did Headmaster Dumbledore deliberately do something that hindered Harry? But why?

His mother had an utter certainty about her that everything will be alright now. So why did Dumbledore do something to change that?

Harry Potter's faith in the man irrevocably shattered then and there.

The spirits however, were continuing on to say that they will give him the support he needs to break this deadlock. His own mother told him that the Triwizard Cup that brought him and Cedric here was still active so he could use it to flee for now, while Cedric asked if he could take his body with him, to give his parents closure.

He nods his head in assent to the plan and the shades of the departed swarm Voldemort to distract her and Harry pushes with all his might to force the connection to break on her end.

While the shades were somewhat distracting only one really holds the Dark Lady's attention. Lily Potter, the beautiful red head and mother of the man Voldemort will soon claim, speaks to her after giving her a slow, measured once over. As though she was being judged and found wanting the spirit finally speaks, "You'll have to do better than this if you want my son." She smirks challengingly, while throwing her a knowing wink. 

Then, in that moment, she felt a part of her own soul within her son. She didn’t know how this was possible, but it was there. And a sudden idea came to her, and if it worked, she could return to her son and be there for him in the future. And so, moving towards the Dark Lady, until she was inches from her ears, Lily Potter whispered, “You can start by trying and bring me back. As part of my soul is within my son, and I’m hoping to put the rest of my soul in him too.” 

The lapse in concentration costs her as the explosion from the broken connection sends her flying back and tumbling on the ground until an errant headstone halts her momentum.

She looks up, but it's already too late.

Harry was kneeling next to the dead body of the person he came here with, and she saw the portkey flying through the air right to them. At the same time, she saw Lily Potter flying behind her son and went into him unknowingly, as he summoned the damn cup.

"NOOOO!" She screams in a terrible rage at the thought of her Harry escaping.

He grabs the cup, and is whisked away. The source of her obsession was gone… out of reach… 'Only for now,' a dark part of her mind whispers in assurance.

o0OoO0o

The newly formed Dark Lady pressed her lips together as she realized the careless mistake of leaving the cup lying around, if she immediately destroyed it upon regaining a corporeal form, she would still have her love around to convince to join her. But now she thought about it, she couldn’t be blamed for forgetting about it. Seeing that she had to deal with becoming a woman and having these new feelings for the boy who defeated her all those year ago, and in his own way again tonight. She blasted the ground where it had been, but that didn't improve her mood, and she still wanted to finish off what was started.

She turned on her heel and walked over toward Wormtail's body. He was clutching the burned stump that until recently had been his left hand. But other than that, he appeared to be in good enough condition to move.

The now Lady Voldemort, pointed her wand at his head, figuring there was no reason that he needed to remember her failure, or if he caught her and Harry fucking each other, if he even caught most of it. She wiped his memories of the whole time in the Graveyard completely to be safe, and replaced them with a more muddled version. Here, he had lost control of the Body Bind almost as soon as he'd gained Harry Potter's blood, and the boy escaped during the distraction of her revival.

Once she was satisfied with the mind wrap, she lowered her wand. She redone her dress so that the rat man didn’t see her naked, nor realize that something had happened. She then summoned the wrapping that Wormtail had early, and transfigured it into a hooded cloak, which she placed around her and the hood over her head. She then realized none of her clothing had a pocket, so she took a moment to place her wand behind her ear. 

Once she was done, she turned her attention back to the former marauder.

"Wake up, Wormtail," she snapped. The man didn't move. And Voldemort muttered about how the man was useless, and wondered why she had him around. She knew she couldn't leave him there. As the Ministry officials or Dumbledore or both, would show up as soon as the boy told them what happened. And she knew he would tell them everything. Sure she could kill him, but that would raise questions that she didn’t want people to ask.

Seeing that calling him wasn’t going to wake him, she kicked him instead. Well, at first she prodded him with her foot, twice. When that wasn't effective she planted her boot firmly in his stomach. She supposed she could have used magic to revive him. But that seemed like such a waste. And her frustrations were better channelled through her boot than her wand. She'd have probably wound up killing him had she resorted to magic.

Of course, the man may have already outlived his usefulness. But at the moment she couldn’t kill him just yet, as she still needed him as he and her spy at Hogwarts were the only Death Eaters who knew she was alive, and until she got the rest of them, she needed them for odd jobs for her. Although with her new body, she could do most of the jobs herself, but it would take longer if it was just her. So it didn't seem prudent to kill her followers when at the moment she could only reasonably count on two of them.

"Oof," he gasped for air.

"Get up," she barked.

"Yes mistress," he said.

"Master!" she yelled, she was used to being called master, that anything else felt wrong at the moment. She reached up for her wand, intending to Crucio the command into him. But then she remembered she'd just erased his memory of the command and so lowered her hand.

"Yes master," he cried immediately, trying to get out of punishment, “I am sorry master. I did not think to better secure the boy I…”

"Shut up, Wormtail," she responded quietly. "We'll just have to rectify your mistakes as we go. Gather our things." She lowered herself next to the cauldron she'd emerged from as Wormtail started to gather up what few belongings were in the area.

She picked up a burnt tiara and frowned at it, hating that she'd been required to destroy such a valuable relic. But her spy reminded her that the ritual was going to take a lot of power to create a new body for her, and so she needed all the power they could get. So she had her spy regather it from Hogwarts, as it was the only relic that her spy could get to with ease. It would mean that she was one step from becoming mortal again, but to have a new body, it was worth it. With a sigh she stood and handed it to Wormtail.

Her servant seemed surprised, in the last few months since she got the artefact, as a male, she'd never let him touch it. What the rat Animagus didn't know was that it was more valuable, it had part of her soul within it, and she didn't want to risk him losing it or it using him in some way before killing him. Not that it wasn't as important now for historical reasons, but Voldemort didn't know if it still had its main power. The ability to enhance the wisdom of its wearer, which is Ravenclaw House's most treasured attribute. The thing was that Wormtail didn't strike the Dark Lady as having that much intelligence in the first place, and in that case she doubted it could increase his intelligence anymore.

"Just vanish the cauldron." she ordered the blonde fool, "It is useless to us now. Come." and she started walking east as she heard him vanish from the large iron cauldron.

"Where are we going?" Wormtail asked his Dark Lady.

‘Yeah, where are we going?’ the Dark Lady thought to herself. When the day started out, the plan was to get her a new body, summon her Death Eaters and retreat to one of their homes, most likely the Malfoy’s. But now though everything had changed, she was no longer a male, and she no longer wanted to harm or kill Harry Potter. In fact, she wanted to do everything in her power to make him happy, to make it so that she became his in one way or another.

Sure she could convince her Death Eaters that she was who she stated to be with ease, but she didn't think that her love would want to stay at one of her followers' homes, especially not at the Malfoys. So she had to think, where could she go that not only could she set up base at, but somewhere that her love would enjoy.

As she was thinking about where they were going to go, she remembered about the Slytherin ancestral home. She knew about it for years and would have moved there when she won the war years ago if she wasn't defeated. The reason she never used it before, was that she didn't want to use it as her Headquarters, and she didn't think her Death Eaters were worthy to see more or less use it. But now it was different, for her love, she would do anything to make him happy and make his life better, even if she had to open her ancestral home to the unworthy. 

Just then her belly started to rumble, she realized that it had been years since she ate anything, and with a new body, she needed to eat. Then a thought came to her, she needed to get to Gringotts, as her ancestral home was unplottable even to her at the moment, as she didn't claim the place as her's when she was a man. So before she went to the bank and got things sorted there, and get a new identity from them, she needed to get some food.

"I'm going to inform Nagini what's going on, and then we'll be walking a few miles from here, so that if Potter is believed that I’m back the Ministry won’t be able to trace our Apparition when we leave here unless they thoroughly scour the area.” The Dark Lady told the man, “Either way, we will Apparate to London so we can get some food from the Leaky Cauldron and then go to Gringotts." she explained calmly. 

"Should you be seen in Diagon Alley?" he asked.

"You really are truly a fool.” Voldemort said with a shake of her head in disbelief, “Look at me, do you really think people would recognize me as Lord Voldemort?

Shaking her head once again, before she went back to the old Riddle house, where she informed Nagini what was going on. The snake was in shock at first to see her master as a female, but she picked up Voldemort's scent, and so left it at that. Her master ordered her to stay behind and observe, she'll be back in a few days to check if anyone has been there.

Voldemort wasn't worried for her snake as she watched the snake slither into an overgrown area on the edge of the Graveyard, patiently waiting and observing, as she knew Nagini would be fine on her own. Voldemort doubted anyone would even take notice of the animal. She'd used snakes as spies before and none of her targets had ever caught on.

"Why do you need to go to Gringotts, master?" asked Wormtail.

"I need their help in creating a new identity for myself, seeing that I’m no longer male and go by my old identity." the newly formed lady said after a pause, after she thought about it. "Not only that, but I need to get the deeds for our new headquarters." Wormtail nodded his understanding as they walked, he could see why his master needed to get a new identity because of his change. He wanted to know why he never heard of this new headquarters before, but he knew better than to ask any more questions. He already felt lucky that she even shared a moderate portion of her plans with him.

She set a brisk pace through the terrain, avoiding any signs of habitation, figuring the more deserted looking the area, the less likely the Ministry would be to check it. So she trudged away from civilization for about an hour. Wormtail struggled to keep up.

Eventually, she felt she was far enough away to not be traced. She hadn't heard any commotion behind them or any sounds of arrivals. So at one point she just apparated away, trusting Wormtail to follow.

To be Continued!

Author’s Note - PLEASE READ TO THE END: This ends another chapter of the remastered version of Aggressive Love by Dio Black. First off, I would like to apologise for the long wait for this story. The truth is that I’ve had this chapter done for years, but for some reason, I never got to the point of posting it for some unknown reason. For that, I’m truly sorry. Now, I hope you enjoyed the changes that I have made to the story so far. I’ll be honest, I don’t know how else I’m planning to change the story until I start writing the story. I’m the kind of person who gets ideas as I write, and so unless you give ideas, I won’t know what will happen until I write it.

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Chapter Five.

Hogwarts, June 24 1995:

The Quidditch pitch of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry currently played host to stands full of confused and concerned spectators. The crowds had been told that there was a winner by the staff when they were alerted that the cup went off signifying someone had grabbed it. But when two champions had yet to exit the maze, murmurs and speculation broke out in hushed whispers that were gradually rising in intensity.

Before it could reach a crescendo, the telltale whoosh and flash of light that accompanied a Portkey, deposited the missing competitors in front of the hedge maze where the third task took place. Everyone saw as Harry threw the Triwizard Cup away while holding onto Cedric's limp form.

"Voldemort's back. Peter Pettigrew murdered Cedric." Harry said, his voice sounding husky, spoken as he catches his breath, carries clearly into the silence that formed in the wake of their sudden appearance.

And that was all it took for pandemonium to erupt. People panicked in light of the shocking revelation. Some were panicking over this, fearing that the Dark Lord would suddenly appear, to kill them. Whilst a lot more of them were denying all this, that Harry was wrong or mistaken, as the Dark Lord was dead and there was no way he could be back. 

Amidst the noise and shouting from the throng of people who were starting to push and shove, shot a brown, bushy haired missile that locked on to the raven haired teen.

Hermione Granger, the beautiful, chocolate eyed best friend of Harry, latched herself onto him as he was standing up, nearly knocking them both over in a tangle of limbs. But Harry held fast, both because of the adrenaline high he was still on, and because he didn't want to collapse over Cedric's body in an undignified heap.

"Harry, oh Harry." Hermione kept repeating over and over, wanting to ramble but she couldn't find the words. So instead she just buried her face in his neck while holding on tight, afraid he would slip away from her forever if she let go.

Hermione took deep, heaving, breaths as his familiar scent invaded her senses. A smell that she had always found incredibly intoxicating, that was so uniquely Harry she could practically taste it. In fact that sounded like such a good idea right now that the bookworm decided to be more bold than usual and gently placed her lips against the slightly salty skin of his neck.

"Harry." She mewled against his neck as her pupils dilated and her mind fogged over with blissful thoughts of the teenager in her arms.

Meanwhile the emerald eyed teen couldn't help but shiver in pleasure at the slight, delicate, touch of Hermione's lips ghosting across his pulse point. Or the way his name was whispered against his skin that made him hold her tighter to himself. 

Honestly, if they weren’t around others, he would have taken her there and then. Although what happened in the graveyard was bad, it was also good. Having sex for the first time. Sure it was forced, but by the end of it, he wanted more and was now horny as hell.

Anyway, Harry had already known for a while that his best friend was budding to become a beautiful woman. Even before the Yule Ball fiasco, where she chastised him and Ron for not noticing she was a girl. Well he noticed alright. But how could he say anything with the fear of her taking offense at his admiration of her soft, feminine curves? Or what it could do to their relationship if she found out and didn't return his affection?

But now? Now, he didn’t care. The moment that they were alone, he was going to show her how he felt about him. With luck, she would be willing to have some fun together.

Their embrace was cut short abruptly by Dumbledore practically ripping Harry out of Hermione's grasp. More than a little startled and upset at this, Harry was unprepared for the deluge of questions that people around them were demanding answers to.

But it was the headmaster who demanded his attention the most, with a deceptively ironclad grip on his arms as he frantically questioned him. "Is it true? Is he back!?" Dumbledore questioned while looking intensely into his eyes.

"Yeah I guess? They used my blood in some kind of ritual." Harry answered in bewilderment. Leaving out the fact that he was now a she, and that she had sex with her. That if she didn’t mention that his parents death was a mistake, he would have fucked her longer, raped her, made her his. Harry had to admit it felt strange thinking like that, but he couldn’t help but to like it.

Albus Dumbledore had only just confirmed this with Legilimency, and a brief flash of happiness turned up the corners of his lips in satisfaction of a long term plan coming together. If he had paid more attention and looked for a little longer he would have seen Lord Voldemort's new form in Harry's mind, and might have hesitated due to this little wrinkle. If he looked longer, he would have seen a dark seed growing within the man in front of him. A seed that made the young man yearn for power and sex. As it was, he would already be far too committed to his current course of action and end up with egg on his face.

And perhaps if he had paid more attention to Harry he would have seen the emerald eyed young man had caught his slip up.

While Dumbledore turned around to address the officials in the area and warn them of the danger of Voldemort's return, Harry's thoughts had locked up on one track.

'Why was he happy to hear that Voldemort is back?' And other such thoughts pervaded his mind. In his distracted state he didn't even put up a fight as Mad-Eye Moody roughly grabbed him and pulled him along to the castle.

"Is it true? Is the dark lord back?" Alastor Moody questioned gruffly. "What was it like? What happened boy?" He asked incessantly as they continued on their trek to the castle.

Unbeknownst to either however, was a pair of chocolate brown eyes narrowing in suspicion at their retreating forms.

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Eventually the professor and student made it to Moody's office. Harry trying and failing to put into words his experience in the cemetery.

Moody turned and locked the door and tried once again to question the boy. "There Potter, now we're away from prying eyes tell me, in detail, what happened? What was he like? The Dark Lord."

"Well you say he but Voldemort was resurrected as a woman. I'm not sure how or why though. Just glad I managed to get out of there." Harry answered to the best of his ability, trying to make sense of it all himself. Yet again he left out the fact that he had fucked the former man turned female, that he enjoyed it so much. That was something he was still trying to work out himself.

"Hmm I see. Something must have gone wrong -" Moody mutters to himself.

"What do you mean 'gone wrong'? And why do you of all people keep referring to her as the Dark Lord?" Harry questioned, becoming suspicious of the Defense Professor. It didn't make sense to him. Why would an Auror who fought against Voldemort during the war keep honouring her by using the title of Dark Lord instead of the name. And now that he thought about it, he could almost detect a hint of reverence tingling Moody's voice when talking about Voldemort.

And now Moody was concerned that something had gone wrong with the resurrection?

Before he could give voice to his questions, Moody quickly whipped out his wand and bound Harry in ropes to a chair behind him before he could blink.

"Caught on finally, err, Potter?" Moody said, focusing both his artificial and real eye on Harry. "I was the one to put your name in the Goblet of Fire. I was the one who was helping you get through all those tasks through the shadow. And I was the one who enchanted the cup to be a portkey. I am my master's most faithful servant!" He started off slow before building up a fervour with each revelation.

"But you fought against her in the war?" Harry blurted out, trying to make sense of the situation and struggling against the ropes. He wouldn't have to puzzle it out for long however.

"HIM!" Moody shouted as he doubled over in sudden pain and his very features began to ripple. Almost as though he wasn't entirely solid and reminded him of something disturbing a surface of water.

"His body is only a temporary setback for now I'm sure. And I'm not Moody." He says in a mixture of pain and laughter. "My name is Bartemius Crouch Jr!" Crouch said while his skin began to settle, with an artificial leg and false eye falling away, the numerous scars disappeared to reveal a much younger looking man. 

Harry, recognizing the effects of Polyjuice potion wearing off, could only stare in wide eyed horror that an imposter had been teaching at Hogwarts for almost a whole year. What must be a Death Eater, based on such fanatical devotion to Voldemort, had been around children of all ages, hiding in plain sight as a professor. Setting him up to compete in this tournament and ensuring he made it to the end.

Crouch Jr. breathed a sigh of relief as the transformation back to his original appearance was completed. "I don't know how you escaped my master Potter. But I know he will reward me greatly for finishing you off." He says while slowly raising his wand with a wicked gleam in his eye.

He didn't get a chance to bring it to bear however, before the door to the office shattered into hundreds of shards of wood that pelted him.

Not having expected such a violent entrance to interrupt him Barty was caught unprepared, and so took the full brunt of the explosion, nearly knocking him down.

And there, standing in the doorway like his very own angel of vengeance, was Hermione Granger in all her regal splendour.

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Hermione Granger wasn’t sure what it was, but when Professor Moody led Harry away, she felt uneasy. Her friend had just been through something awful and he was being taken away from his friends. So, to make sure he was fine, she followed her friend. 

Harry was her first ever friend she had and over the years it had only gotten stronger. Sure for a bit, she thought she had feelings for her other friend Ron Weasley, for some strange reason. But with how he had been treating her this year, she realized she loved Harry more. She knew that he was the only one who would treat her for her when he learns what she really was. That she was no longer human, but a kind of cat-girl. 

Upon seeing him so hurt, she realized that she would do anything and everything to keep him happy. It didn’t matter what it was, be it killing someone or giving her whole body and soul to him, whatever made him happy, she would give it to him. So, because of this, she was unwilling to let Harry out of her sight, and so she followed along as Professor Moody led Harry to his office. 

She settled in to listen and wait for them to finish so she could take her Harry and comfort him in any way he needed. Even giving her body to him.

Once they had some time alone together, she could hold his head against her bosom and run her fingers through his beautiful raven locks. Help him realize that everything will be alright from now on with her at his side. She'd make sure of it. 

'No matter what…' Hermione thought darkly at the lengths she will go to, to ensure her Harry's happiness.

That was when she heard the conversation turn to something she didn't like. Not one bit.

Her wand was in her hand and a full strength Bombarda Maxima rendered the door into kindling in the blink of an eye.

She was rather good at blowing holes in things considering Hermione had to use the same spell to the same effect, in order to rescue Harry's godfather last year.

Standing in the threshold of the room, the brown haired Gryffindor took in the sight of Harry bound to a chair, and the imposter just now recovering.

Barty Crouch Jr raised his wand to dispose of the newcomer, but Hermione was more than ready to put an end to this and save Harry.

"Incendio!" Hermione cast the fire spell.

At the same time, Crouch Jr began to cast the Killing Curse, "Avada KeAAHHHH!"

But Hermione's spell was quicker and it connected to Barty's wand arm interrupting his own spell casting, as well as giving him a more pressing concern of being on fire.

As it turns out, not only was Hermione great at creating an entrance, she was also adept at setting teachers on fire to save Harry. Well technically this was the first time she got the right teacher, but the point still stood.

Now that she had effectively neutralised the threat to her love's life. Hermione strode forward purposely ignoring the screaming Barty who was desperately patting at his arm in a futile effort to put out the flames as they started to spread further and further up his arm.

"Hermione!" Harry exhaled a breath that he didn't know he was holding, as his face lit up in a bright smile seeing his friend come to his rescue.

"Honestly Harry." The bushy-haired girl lightly chastises him. "What would you do without me?" She continues as she smoothly transitions into straddling his lap.

"Hermione?" Harry repeated her name in a questioning tone at the sudden development and slight disbelief.

Hermione shivers lightly both at the contact and at the thrill of pleasure that travelled down her spine from the sound of her name on his lips. "Do you have any idea of what it does to me when you say my name Harry?" She says in a breathy whisper as she places her hands on either side of his face and looking deep into his gorgeous green eyes.

"Her- mmmph!" The dark haired teenager didn’t get to finish as the brown eyed beauty closed the distance and claimed his lips. And that was the only way to describe it as she hungrily tasted him. Taking advantage of his mouth already being slightly open in mid-speech to slide her tongue in and playfully bat teasingly at his own.

Hermione's heart felt like it would beat right out of her chest in happiness. The kiss was sending fireworks within her. It was more than she ever imagined it would be like, she had no idea why she waited so long to kiss Harry. She should have done this a long time ago! 

However, she remembered wanting to wait, to drop some hints, and let Harry make the first move as boy's are traditionally supposed to. But after tonight, after Harry nearly dying again, she just couldn't wait to drop these hints for him to take a hint. Hermione had almost lost him, so she hoped he wouldn't mind if she was just a little selfish and declared her intentions for him. It was a little backwards from how things are usually done, but that was okay with her. 

She wanted to show how serious she was, so as she was kissing him, she lowered one of her hands from his head and ran it down his body. As her hand got to his trousers, she put her hand in them to play with his balls. 

However, this make out session didn't last nearly long enough in either teens opinion before they were interrupted.

"Aguamenti! Incarcerous!" Two rapidly cast spells put out the fire that had spread to cover Barty's upper torso, and bound him in ropes much the same way Harry still was. 

"Ahem." And "Oh my." Came from Headmaster Dumbledore and Deputy Headmistress McGonagall as they took in the sight of Hermione Granger doing her level best to find the back of Harry's throat with her tongue, and playing with his balls.

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The two amorous teens broke apart, Harry in disappointment, and Hermione in frustration at what would no doubt be a far too long conversation. She could think of better things to do with this time, all of which involved her and Harry having alone time. So she could finish what they had been doing, and so that she could feel that big cock she felt inside of her.

"Ms. Granger, if you could please separate yourself from Harry, we could set him free and get this mess sorted out." The headmaster says with an amused twinkle in his eye.

Internally however, he was going through mental gymnastics trying to figure out how he was going to get things back on track according to his plans. He didn't expect the teens to become so enamoured with each other, especially with how he had been subtly nudging Hermione towards Ron and Harry towards Ginny.

The Weasley's were avid supporters of him, and he wanted to do something nice for them by setting up their younger children for success. A brilliant witch for the youngest son whose success would be his success. And a Potter Heir for the youngest daughter allowing them the title that came with it along with what was left of the Potter fortune. It had seemed like that was the direction things were heading in, even without any overt interference. Now he had to start getting alternative methods ready.

Minerva McGonagall's thoughts were different however, and in direct contrast to her stern expression. She may have been wearing a disapproving frown on the outside, but inside she was jumping for joy at what she saw as a mini James and Lily. She had no intention of allowing history to repeat itself though. The Head of Gryffindor would make sure the son of her favourite students lived a long and full life, Voldemort, Dumbledore, and anyone else be damned.

After a moment for Hermione to recompose herself, and free Harry from the ropes, the adults levitated a moaning Barty into the same chair that previously contained Harry.

McGonagall's normal composure broke in a gasp that escaped her when she recognized the imposter of Alastor Moody. To her credit she recovered quickly and pressed her lips into a thin, disapproving line, far more severe than what she usually reserved for unruly students.

Around this time, Cornelius Fudge, the Minister for Magic arrived in the company of two dementors. While the floating, cloaked, soul sucking demons normally caused a reaction in Harry, he found he was still floating on cloud nine thanks to Hermione's earlier ministrations.

"Bartemius Crouch Jr. So you were the one who entered Harry's name in the cup in a plot to resurrect your master. You did this by impersonating Alastor Moody?" Dumbledore phrased the last part as a question but to everyone in the room it was obviously meant as a statement of fact.

"Barty Crouch Jr surely it can't be? He died in Azkaban!" The portly minister denied vehemently, all the while spinning his bowler hat in between his fingers faster and faster in a nervous habit.

"My mother convinced my father to save my life." Crouch spat out making it clear to all how much he hated the man judging by the venom in his voice when he referred to him.

"So she switched places with me. Taking my appearance with Polyjuice and died before it ran out. Then my father kept me prisoner in his home, keeping me under the Imperious Curse for all these years." He elaborates. "But then my master freed me as I knew he would! And hatched a plot to regain his physical form. I captured Moody and kept him in his own trunk while I impersonated him with Polyjuice all year. All to make sure Potter's blood was used. And now Lord Voldemort has returned Hahahaha!" Barty Crouch ends his rant in mad, cackling laughter at his perceived success.

"No, no, no! I won't believe it. Y-You're wrong!" Minister Fudge denied. "Azkaban and all those years of Imperious must have driven him completely round the bend. But you broke the law, you admitted it, dementors! By the authority of the Ministry you are hereby to execute Barty Crouch Jr, so I say, so mote it be!" He said in a panic, not wanting to believe that this was happening, but someone escaped Azkaban and somehow brought the most feared Dark Lord back to the world. No, he had to make sure no one knew about this.

Choruses of "No" and "Don't" spilled forth from the others in the room as they realized the minister would use this opportunity to silence a witness and cover the entire situation up.

It was already too late. In such a small, enclosed space, there wasn't enough time to stop them, and no one wanted to actually stand between a dementor and its food. Especially when no one particularly liked the person who was about to lose their soul.

Barty Crouch continued to laugh like a mad man, all the way up until the end. Content that his success meant his masters return. The dementor floated away from his still form to reveal a soulless body, with dead, lifeless eyes.

"I'm disappointed in you Cornelius." Albus said in sorrow.

"I don't care, Dumbledore. I'm not about to let you or anyone else incite a panic! You-Know-Who is dead and I won't hear another word about it." Fudge said as he stormed out of the room.

Harry was left stunned after the day's events. It was an almost surreal experience, but with one year after another of the same life risking adventures, he finally became jaded to it.

A hand slipped into his and he looked to see it was Hermione. Harry blushed remembering how she had him at her mercy earlier and couldn't keep the smile off his face at how fun his first kiss was. He always imagined the first time showing any kind of affection would be awkward. It may have been a little sloppy, but it felt right in the moment and he really enjoyed it. And if the knowing smile on Hermione's face was any indication, then it felt good for her too.

"Let's go Harry." The chocolate eyed girl said as she started leading him away and up to their common room to rest after the day they had. They'd deal with everything else later.

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It has been nearly a week since that day, and over that time saw a miasma of fear as rumours and speculation of what happened at the end of the Third Task ran rampant in the Halls of Hogwarts.

Harry was mostly unaware of the stares that followed him these days. The raven haired young man was more concerned with his new girlfriend, Hermione. Or at least he thought she was his girlfriend. When he asked what their relationship was now, she just smiled mysteriously at him and said he was 'her everything,' that she would be whatever he wanted her to be. No matter what it might be. The poor boy still hadn't figured out what she meant by that, but just chalked it up to his lack of experience with all things affection related.

Now, he would like nothing more but to have some alone time with Hermione, to explore what the two had. But with a school full of ghosts, teachers, and house-elves, it was hard to do. He didn’t want his time with Hermione interrupted by someone. The best the two were able to do was to make out in empty classrooms when they could without any of their friends looking for them. Although another thing that made it so that they were going slow was because this was their first boyfriend/girlfriend experience. So, they wanted to see how it goes before they took the next step.

Although, it was hard for Harry. Since that night in the graveyard where he fucked the now female Lord Voldemort, he found himself very horny. He found it hard not to take Hermione and throw her over one of the desks and fuck her as they made out. But he wanted their first time to be special, not some place in the school where someone could find them.

It also didn’t help that he was seeing images of Lord no Lady Voldemort being naked in his dreams, where he was fucking her. Fucking her in many ways. He also saw himself raping her, making her do things that he didn’t think of before. It was making him horny when he woke up. He also had dreams of Voldemort as Tom Riddle training females to be his personal toys. That was until whenever he lost interest in sex.

These dreams quickly become where the image of Riddle was now him, Harry, and the women he was fucking was either, Hermione, Ginny Weasley, his mother, Lady Voldemort herself and a few others. For some reason, it would seem that Voldemort wanted him to know these sorts of things. Whilst it wasn’t the kind of thing that Harry liked, he felt sickened at the idea of doing these things, it was turning him on and made it hard to be around women. Seeing how he wanted sex with someone, anyone to help with his sexual needs. He was just thankful he was able to fight these feelings.

He just feared he might break soon and do something he would regret. But so far he was fighting his sexual urges.

Right now, with him finishing preparing to leave for the summer, Harry decided to pay a visit to Fleur Delacour who was in the Hospital Wing, in order to check on her. It wasn’t like that he liked her, but he had heard that she had been exposed to the Cruciatus Curse during the Third Task, by an Imperioused Viktor Krum. After hearing the story from his roommate, Neville Longbottom, about how his parents had lost their minds and were in a vegetative like state, Harry wanted to make sure that his fellow champion was okay.

Upon entering the Hospital Wing, he saw that Fleur Delacour was changed and walking about, picking her things up. Walking up to her bed, he asked, "How are you doing Ms. Delacour?"

"'Arry, you must call me Fleur I insist, we are friends non?" she asks with an exaggerated pout, suddenly feeling ashamed at how she acted towards him since the tournament started.

"Okay Fleur." He tests out her name on his tongue.

The beautiful Veela took this moment to really take in Harry Potter for the first time. In the beginning she could admit that she disliked him, having thought he cheated to enter the tournament like most everyone else had. But with every task that they undertook together put the thought that he had done this to himself to rest.

What he did during the tournament was nothing but outstanding. She didn’t think she could have done better herself.

He had out flown a dragon with a stunning display of aerial acrobatics. But where he really set himself apart was how far he was willing to go for someone he didn't even know. He had no reason to stay behind and make sure Fleur's sister, Gabrielle, made it safely out of the lake. Especially after the way she had insulted him by calling him a little boy.' Although in her defence, with how every other man had reacted to her Veela allure, to see the dark haired teenager have no reaction made her think he either hadn't gone through puberty yet or was homosexual.

But with the rumours she'd heard of this Granger girl staking a claim on him by public displays of hand holding and kissing, the silver blonde haired Veela knew he was as straight as they come. Since the Third Task, she had been berating herself on how she couldn't see it before. Harry had always looked at other girls, not ogling, but appreciating the female form.

And the fact that this young man was immune to her allure! She cursed herself for dismissing the possibility that he was just that powerful and had such a strong will. The blue eyed woman didn't want to believe that a Hogwarts professor had been using the Imperius Curse on students. But apparently he had, and even more astoundingly, Harry had thrown it off after a few tries. Something that most adults were unable to do.

These were all sure signs that he will make a perfect mate for her. There was no more time to berate herself over her late start now though. She was already behind now that he had a girlfriend. At least all wasn't lost.

She was a full blooded Veela, a creature that oozed sex and sensuality. Over the years the Veela coven had been cultivating a new image to better blend in with wizarding society; by trying to distance themselves from being classified as sexual magical creatures. The facts however, were that any child a Veela conceives will always be a full Veela female, who when they get to a certain age become very sexual and in need of sex. That’s how they use their allure, to deal with their needs.

But this was fine by Fleur, and she'd make it fine by Harry as well. It would be even more interesting to do, seeing how her allure didn’t work on the boy, no, on this young hunk of a man.

Already she was planning on how to seduce the emerald eyed champion, and his girlfriend if that proved necessary. Although the Veela prefer men over women, it wasn’t uncommon for them to have sex with women if they can’t find a man. And if they found a man they were interested in but they were dating, it wasn’t uncommon to seduce the man’s girlfriend too to deal with their sexual desires.

It shouldn't be too difficult to set herself up as a second wife, as it wasn’t all that uncommon in the Wizarding World to have a second wife or have a few mistresses or concubines depending on how rich or/and they were. Seeing how powerful Harry was, she wouldn’t be surprised at him wanting a few other women to help with his needs.

With her only being able to have only girls, she believed she could easily convince Harry to allow her to be a wife at least or if that’s not possible a mistress or concubine.

The fact that her children, and all Veela the world over, would benefit from having the support of the Last Potter was only a bonus on top. Fleur would make sure Harry was well satisfied for the rest of his life. It was the least she could do. And right now she could feel her blood singing in her veins that this was her mate and she revelled in the feeling of him being in such close proximity.

"I'm feeling better now zat you're 'ere 'Arry." Fleur said lustily while taking his hand and bringing it up to cup her face, “In fact, I’ve been told zat I’m allowed to leave now.”

It should be mentioned that Harry had been on the receiving end of such affection very little in his life. But he had been in Hogwarts a solid four years now and most students weren't very discreet, or at least not as much as they thought they were.

Because of this he had a pretty good idea of where Fleur was going with this.

"Listen Fleur, you might not have heard about this since you've been here since the Third Task, but I'm dating someone right now." Harry said with more conviction than he felt as she started planting kisses on his hand while not breaking eye contact.

"Oh 'Arry." She laughed angelically. "Let’s get out ‘ere and I’ll explain something to you.”

Here Fleur led Harry out of the Hospital Wing and down to a corridor until the Veela pushed the younger boy into an empty classroom. 

“Now ‘Arry, there’s something zat you need to understand, you’re a powerful wizard 'Arry.” explained Fleur, as she got close to Harry and ran her hand up and down his face. "And being powerful comes at a cost, for wizards and witches, zat comes in the form of having a higher sex drive. So, you'll be desiring to have more sex than a normal average wizard or witch. Because of being powerful, you will 'ave many women attracted to you and you'll more zan likely end up fucking zem. More so seeing how you're the last known Potter,' Arry. Zis means zat you'll need many wives, mistresses, and concubines to rebuild your family. I don't know if your girlfriend will be able to 'andle zat, but I can." The blonde said with determination.

Quicker than he could react, Fleur pulled him down into a heated kiss, her warm mouth and tongue more skilled than Hermione's had been.

She ground herself against him causing him to become instantly and painfully hard. Her mouth was a wonder of soft and warm caresses. Harry felt as if her tongue felt alive as she pressed it against his lips, gums, and teeth before he finally realised what she wanted and opened his mouth a little. 

Fleur quickly took advantage and forced her tongue fully into his mouth and began a wrestling match with his tongue. She was running her fingers through the back of his hair and her body felt like it was trying to permanently join with his. The pressure on his cock as she rubbed herself against him was exquisite and Harry began to fear that if she carried on he was going to have some explaining to do to Hermione.

Just as suddenly as she had started, Fleur stopped and pulled away. 

Harry was breathless and a little shaky on his feet not to mention as horny as hell and as hard as glass. Harry didn't have much time to feel guilty as the shock began to wear off, as the blue eyed Veela gave him a smouldering look just before she stepped into him again. 

This time however, she stood slightly to the side and began to kiss his neck whilst her hand went straight to the bulge in his trousers. He gasped as she rubbed the length of his cock through the trousers a few times and then undid his zip and reached in through the fly hole, she pulled the front of his boxers down and brought his cock out into the light of day. 

Harry knew he should try to stop this from happening, that he was with Hermione now. But thanks to the dreams he had been having and how sexy as hell Fleur was, he couldn’t bring himself to do so. So, to get some of his sexual desires sorted, he was going to let this happen.

Harry felt her warm, soft hand encircled his cock as she began to pump it slowly. "Wow, you really are a big boy aren't you?" she asked him.

Harry's legs were shaking. He just stood there with his arms by his sides, panting whilst this gorgeous girl was tossing him off in the classroom. He groaned and Fleur chuckled. Before he knew what was going on, Fleur bent at the waist and sucked his cock straight into her mouth. 

Harry thought he was going to cum right then but the Veela ran her teeth up and down the shaft a couple of times. Not hard enough to cause damage but hard enough to make him flinch, and certainly enough to remove the urge to cum. For about ten minutes she repeated this, lovingly sucking and licking the head and shaft, gently fondling his balls and as soon as she felt his balls begin to rise, down would come the teeth again. 

Harry was becoming a gibbering wreck. That’s when something snapped with the Boy-Who-Lived. He had enough of this bitch teasing him, making close to cumming but then stopping, he needed to cum. The only reason he didn’t do something sooner was because he wanted to be polite and let the young woman have some fun. But it was taking her too long to make him cum.

So taking the older girl's head, he rammed his cock in and out of the Veela’s mouth.

"Fuck yeah. That’s more like it.” Harry told Fleur, enjoying this feeling. Happy to finally get some release to his sexual desires, “That feels so fucking good. Suck that cock, slut." 

Fleur couldn’t believe it, she felt herself get weak at the talk she heard coming from this boy who was fucking her face. It was like some primal part of her was reawakening deep within her. A part that her race had been trying to hide for a long time, to show people that they weren’t just a submissive sexual race, that there were more than that.  It was something that Fleur tried to be like for so long, to show that she was a strong individual. That whilst she did have strong sexual desires, they didn’t control her, that she didn’t need to use her powers to have sex.

It wasn’t long before she heard Harry say, "Finally… you're making me cum, slut." 

With a grunt, Fleur felt Harry’s cock shoot a huge wad of cum into her waiting mouth. A second shot followed the first, then another and another. Before long she had to pull back as she couldn’t take any more. But even after cumming so much already, as she pulled from Harry’s cock, he still kept cumming. 

Her face and robes became covered in thick white cream. She licked her lips as he continued to cum onto her young face. Although he stopped cumming, Fleur was shocked to see he was still hard. Either way, she wanted to show him how good she was. So, she opened her mouth to show Harry the amount of cum in it, then swallowed all that she had there.

“See, ‘Arry, I bet your girlfriend couldn’t do zat, could -” Fleur began to brag at how good she was, as she got off the floor.

“Do you think I’m finished with you slut.” Harry asked Fleur, as something dark and sexual awakened within him, as he threw over a desk in the room.

“‘Arry, stop, I’m no slut.” Fleur told him, worried something was wrong. “I don’t know what -”

That was all she was able to say before Harry slapped her ass, making her squeak in shock. 

“You say that you’re no slut, but tell me this. What woman would do what you did knowing that the man has a girlfriend, if she isn’t a slut?” Harry asked her with a smirk, as he pulled her back by her long silvery-blonde hair and kissed her. And with the wave of his hand, he used the spell that he saw in his dreams that Voldemort sent him to vanish her’s and his clothes and make them appear on the floor.

Fleur was shocked and embarrassed.  Embarrassed, as she knew that Harry was right. She was acting like a slut, something that her people were trying to make people think differently, that they wouldn’t go after other women’s men. But here she was, doing just that. It was something she had never done before, no matter what others might say about her. But there was something about the Boy-Who-Lived that made her go after him, even if he had a girlfriend. Not only was it his power and his willingness to protect people he didn’t know, but there was some sort of pull that she couldn’t work out. Something that drove her to want him as her mate. 

Her very instincts were telling her to get him. To have him fuck her in anyway he wanted. But there was the part of her who was still proud, she still had the pride of being the person she grew up trying to be. That she just couldn’t let it go easily and allow Harry to call her names and have his way with. No, she wasn’t that type of person. But at the same time, she was turned on too.

Now for being shocked, it was because of Harry Potter being able to do wandless magic. It was a very rare skill, only a handful of people were able to do. The only one she knew who was able to use such magic was Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts. But if the Boy-Who-Lived was able to do it, who knows what else he could do.

Either way, as Harry was kissing her, he grabbed one of her breasts and fondled them roughly, not caring if it hurt Fleur or not. He then let go of her hair and used his other hand to finger Fleur’s pussy. Harry couldn’t help but smile as he was doing this, Fleur was getting more and more off on this. 

“You like this don’t you Veela whore; you love a man who knows what he wants and just takes it? Don’t you slut?” Harry asked her as he continued playing with her body, partly shocking himself at the words he was using. It was like part of Voldemort when she was a younger Tom Riddle fucking a Veela himself, enjoying his time with her, using her so much.It was the time before he lost his sexual desires and became Voldemort. He knew how much they loved having sex, but was trying to create a better image for themselves. But knew there were a few of them who didn’t want to lose what they were, losing the part that makes them, them.

Fleur didn’t answer right away, as she was too aroused and enjoying being used like this. Her Veela side was all too happy to let Harry continue what he was doing to her. It was the first time that it felt like this, being used as past Veelas used to be. Only being used by men who could control them. Fleur only heard rumours about this, which she was told were lies to make them look bad, but she heard how much more powerful these Veelas were if they had a man controlling them.

If those rumours were really true, that if a Veela could become powerful by having a man controlling  them, Fleur was happy to let herself go and allow Harry to be that man. He was powerful, good looking and loyal. It was worth the risk of submitting herself to him.

“Yes, yes, I love a, a man who knows what he, he wants and takes, and takes it.” Fleur moaned in pleasure, enjoying what Harry was doing to her. Allowing herself to forget what her mother and her people had been trying to do for so long, to change the image of the Veela. Fleur was beginning to wonder what was the point? 

They have been trying so long and only a handful of people see them as witches with powers unlike anyone else. The rest saw them as sex creatures, creatures that either are meant to be used for sex or saw them as creatures who steal the men from other women. Her mind was slowly changing to believe that if people were going to see her as nothing more than a creature, the best she could do was submit to someone powerful who would not only use her but protect her too.

It’s not like she would lose much, seeing how she had only had a handful of friends at school. And even then some of them feared that  she might steal their boyfriends one day. At least this way she would gain power and a man of her own.

“Yes, I am a slut, your slut.” Fleur informed Harry with a kiss, “Please, fuck me, use me as you like.”

“Are you sure about this Fleur?” the young man asked the student of the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.

“I’m sure Sir Harry, please use this slut as you wish.” Fleur said lustfully, as her Veela side of her getting stronger by the moment. Begging Fleur to be fucked. “I’m yours to be used, so please do so, spank me, fuck me, I don’t care as long I have your cock inside me.”

“If you want this, you need to call me Master.” Harry told her with a lustful smile, as a dark part of him awoke. For the first time in years, he felt as if he was in control of something other than his magic. For most of his life, he was limited to what he wanted, food, clothes, where to go, and the like. So, for him to get some control here, he let it go to his head and allowed his lust to control him for the moment.

“Understood, Master.” Fleur said submissively. She was loving this new feeling. She felt free. All her life she tried to be someone else, someone that her people wanted her and her race to be. Because of that, most of their race came across as stuck up bitches, thinking that they were better than they really were. Now that she let herself go, she didn’t want to go back to that.

Then, before another word could be said, Fleur found herself across the desk again as the Boy-Who-Lived began to spank her ass hard. With only two hits she was already moaning like a bitch in heat as she felt her sore ass, with a morn she went on to say, “Oh Master, yes slap my ass, slap it hard, make it so that I can’t sit properly for a long while. Make me yours.”

Harry was all too happy to do this for her, how could he say no to this sexy girl when she was like this? All thoughts of Hermione right now were going with each slap to the ass, the harder he slapped her, the moans got more and more intense, he never felt anything like this before. He didn’t care that he was cheating on Hermione. All he cared about was getting more of this feeling of control. He could feel her juices from her pussy running down his legs as he spanked her.

“You really are a slut, loving to be spanked like this.” Harry said lustfully, unable to control himself as he slapped her again.

It wasn’t long before Harry’s hand started to get sore at slapping his young woman’s ass, so he decided he would do as she wanted and fuck her. Her pussy was really wet, ready for him to fuck him, begging for him to do it.

“Please Master, fuck my wet pussy, I need you in me, fuck me, use me as you want!” Fleur begged Harry.

Without a second thought, with one hand he took hold of her ass as the other hand held her back down so that she couldn’t move, he then plunged his cock into her ass, making her scream out in pain and shock.

As she screamed, Harry took his hand from her back and waved it to cast a spell to prevent sound from leaving the room. He didn’t want anyone to hear what he was up to. Once he did this, he placed his hand back on her back continued fucking her ass.

As Fleur was screaming, part of Harry knew that he was hurting, but right now, he didn't care. Since he returned from the graveyard, he had felt different, stronger than ever before. He also felt very horny. Although he was able to handle being horny, the moment that Fleur began to suck his dick, something snapped within him. Now that he had started to fuck this slut, he knew he couldn't stop until he was satisfied. If that meant hurting Fleur, so be it. 

For Fleur, whilst the pain was unlike anything that she dealt with before, she realized that this was what she wanted, she told him to use her as he wanted. Sure some would say he was raping her, but to her, he was claiming what was his, marking her as his. 

So, pulling a pillow in front of her, she said, “Please Harry, Master, keep going, fuck me as you want. I want to see what I’m able to handle, so fuck me as much and hard as you like.”

Harry couldn’t help to notice how hard he cock got in Fleur’s ass; this was truly a turn on for him. So, he began to fuck Fleur’s ass once again, this time ramming in and out of her as hard and as fast as he could. He wanted to see how much she could take before she told him to stop, or she broke or began to enjoy it.

With no way to cover her screams, she screamed out in pain with the way Harry was fucking her, something that made Harry smile. Fleur couldn’t believe how much stamina he had, seeing how he kept fucking her for at least half an hour, not needing to stop. Within that time, she began to enjoy the feeling, she loved the pain and pleasure that she got from being fucked in the ass, it was something she never thought possible.

At this point, she told Harry to fuck her harder and faster. To show her that she was his to be used as he liked and not caring what she wanted, she really was enjoying it. Having had a few herself already.

When Harry pulled out and turned Fleur around, Fleur was shocked to see that even though he didn’t cum, he was still hard. She thought that after fucking her ass, he would have cummed,  but he hadn’t. And he hadn’t gotten soft either. She couldn’t believe it. Would it mean that he could go for a long time before cumming? The mere thought excited her, being fucked for such a long time before her partner was ready to cum himself.

Taking some time to catch his breath and recover, Harry turned to the young woman around and asked, “Ready for the next round?”

“Oh yes.” Fleur admitted with a sexy smile, ready for the Boy-Who-Lived to fuck her.

Here Fleur was shocked to see that Harry knelt down and began to lick her pussy. She felt great pleasure, better than if she was fingering herself or her past boyfriends. “Oh yes, Master, this is wonderful, ooooh -” Fleur began to moan out in pleasure as she felt the biggest orgasm in her life coming, but all of a sudden, the orgasm disappeared. “What, what happened? Why can’t I cum?”

“I cast a spell on you so that you can’t cum until I allow you to or until I do, whatever comes first slut.” Harry said with a smirk, as he cast another spell he saw in his dreams from Voldemort. Wanting to know which of the spell he saw was real or not.

Fleur couldn’t believe this. The only thing that she wanted right now was to cum. She was so close just now in having her biggest orgasm in her life, but now she wasn’t able to do so. It didn’t help her that Harry continued to lick her pussy, trying to lick the juices out of her. This alone made her even more aroused, but she was still unable to cum thanks to the spell her new love and master put on her.

“Oh, you really are a dirty bitch, aren’t you Fleur?” Harry asked Fleur.

“Oh yes I am, I’m a dirty bitch.” Fleur said lustfully, squirming, wanting to cum. She was hoping that saying he would allow her to cum sooner. She didn’t realize that it would feel so good to have a man treating her like this. She had to wonder why her people were so against it. Was it really that they wanted a different image or was there more to it? If they allowed themselves to be free and not worry about what people thought, they would feel so much better and free.

Whatever the case. She found herself a mate that made her free for the first time in her life. A mate that knew how to make her feel a way she never knew possible. She wasn’t going to let anything get in the way for the two of them to be together. She would do whatever it took to make it happen.

All she cared about was pleasuring her master, doing whatever he wanted to make him happy. Right now, she was willing to allow him to fuck her whenever and wherever he wanted, if he asked her to give him a blowjob in front of her family, the school or anyone else, in fact, she would do so without a second thought.

Fleur watched as Harry took her nipple into his mouth and roughly sucked it, where he rolled the nipple around with his tongue, as he played with her other breast.

Fleur moaned in response, enjoying the feeling of how Harry was treating her body. Harry then suddenly bit into one of her nipples roughly where she moaned in pain and pleasure. “Ooooh, yes, yes.” Fleur moaned, enjoying the limits that Harry was pushing her to take, as he was doing the same as the other nipple. 

Sure Fleur had sex a few times in the past, but she ever realized that sex could feel this amazing, that allowing someone to push her to the limits would be this great. She couldn’t understand why women were against this, why they wouldn’t want to let their partners take control of them if it felt this great.

“Pl, please son, stop teasing me, just, just fuck me, make me yours. Let me cum. Please master, let me cum.” Fleur begged Harry, her mind on the edge of being broken with the amount of pleasure she was feeling but unable to cum just yet. If he didn’t fuck her soon and let her cum, her mind would break, and she would be willing to do anything to be allowed to cum again. It was too much.

Harry only smirked at this, lost in his lust, and began to slowly rub his cock against the Veela’s entrance. As he did this, he said, “You want this don’t you my dirty whore? You want me to fuck you with my cock, don’t you my sluty pet? You want me to allow you to cum?”

“Yes, yes I do.” Fleur said lustfully, wanting nothing more but for him to fuck her.

“Then beg, beg me to fuck you. To allow me to let you to cum.” Harry ordered her, enjoying the control he had over his the Veela, it was intoxicating. The longer he was having sex with her and the more she kept doing what he wanted, the more he was enjoying it. To him, she was becoming more and more his slut to fuck as he wanted.

Harry thrust his hips forward and entered her pussy where the tightness and heat around the head of his penis. He could feel her walls hugging the head of his penis, trying to milk it for all it’s worth. But he wasn’t ready to do this, he wanted to tease her a bit more, so he pulled his cock slightly, making the young Veela moan in disappointment.

“Pl, please Harry, stop teasing me, just fuck me,” Fleur begged Harry, as she really wanted to be fucked and hated to be teased like this, “I need you to fuck me, for me to feel your cock fully in me. I need to cum. I can’t stand it anymore, please fuck me and allow me to cum, and I’ll do whatever you want. Be your wife, mistress or concubine, even your pet, whatever else you want, just fuck me and make me a woman.”

Harry smiled at this as her walls hugged his cock tightly as he pushed his cock in her. Harry rocked his hips into hers, plunging his dick deeper into her, and pushing against her cervix.

“Ow!” Fleur cried out.

Harry was fully inside her now and could feel her walls adjusting to his size. He picked up his speed and began to fuck Fleur faster and harder, where before long they were both panting and moaning again.

“I feel i …  I’m getting close.” Fleur called out to Harry, close to cumming once again. “Please let me cum.”

Harry didn’t really need to be told, as he could feel her pussy had been getting tighter and tighter.

“Fleur… I’m about to…” Harry began to tell her as he finally felt like he was going to cum, but at this point, it was too late.

Her pussy clamped down, her juices covering his cock, and Harry came for what seemed like a lifetime into Fleur’s young pussy. Harry stopped, panting hard. “You, you may cum now.” Harry said as he caught his breath and waved his hand.

Upon hearing these words, Fleur had her orgasm. Now, if she thought that the orgasm she had earlier was her biggest orgasm she felt in her life, it was nothing that she was feeling now.  The feeling was breaking the little sanity that she had left. 

“Oh, Harry., Master. That was...” she panted. All she knew right now was that she was Harry’s, that she wanted nothing more but to be his in any where possible. She wanted to do this again and again.

“Amazing, I know.” Harry responded, as he pulled back from Fleur and got his clothes.

As he did so, Fleur turned around to see Harry getting dressed. As she stood up, she saw Harry staring at her body with lust. Seeing this, she asked Harry with a blush. “You like my body?” 

“Yeah, I would be a fool not to like it.” Harry admitted to the Veela  with a lustful look, “If I got more time, I would like nothing more to fuck it more. But I need to leave, I need to get ready to leave for tomorrow.”

As her sanity was slowly getting rebuilt, to fit her being a loyal subject to Harry, she could understand that he still had to finish packing for home. She too had a few more things to do. Whilst she was going home, it wasn’t for long, she had plans to get Harry as hers. But unlike before, she would be whatever her new love wants from her, be it a toy, pet, or even a wife mistress or concubine as she planned before. But she needed to get things ready, get her belongings together and inform her family that she found her mate and had plans to get him but needed to leave home for now.

But still, she leaned into her love and kissed him on the lips before saying, “‘Arry, you’re the last Potter, so zat means you will need wives, mistresses, and concubines, and my desire to to become one of zem. But I’m more zan happy to be a pet, toy or whatever else you desire of me.”

Her hot breath was blowing in his ear, combined with her tongue snaking out to lightly tease his ear while she moaned caused him to groan in primal need. If it wasn’t for wanting to get ready to leave the next day, he would take her once again.

With a final nip on his lobe at finally getting the desired reaction out of him she pulls back and smirks coquettishly.

"Write to me zis summer 'Arry while I look for somezing to do in London to be close to you." the young Veela told her lover/master.

“I might.” Harry said off handedly, making her think he wouldn’t but more than likely would. “But if you want me to consider you as mine, I want something in return. To show that you really want me. So, I want  either your sister, mother, or someone from your  colony or your whole colony.” With that Harry left the Veela to get dressed.

Just as Harry left the classroom, he could slap himself. First, he wasn’t sure what got over him that he would fuck Fleur and the way he did it and what he said during the sex. Sure, he realized that he the desire to be rough during sex, but the way he did it with Fleur, could be considered as rape. But the thing was, he didn’t feel an ounce of guilt in doing so, he enjoyed it and wanted to do it again, as long as he could get away with it. 

The other thing was what he said before he left the Veela. Whilst it meant to be in jest, Harry didn’t mean to say it, it was way too dark for him. But yet again, it didn’t seem to bother him like he thought it would. It was like something in him had changed in the graveyard, slowly changing him into something, making dark maybe. Harry didn’t know.

As  Harry left the classroom, other than having a painfully hard erection caused by the lascivious Veela, Harry wasn't sure how he was going to explain this to Hermione, he had two things on his mind. The changes that he was going through and what Fleur told him being the Last Potter. The last part the raven haired teen knew that Hermione would want to research the things Fleur had told him, just like he did. But as for the part about him changing, he didn't think it was wise to say anything just yet. He had seen how the Wizarding World treated those who had Dark abilities and powers, so he believed that until he knew what was going on and knew who to trust, he should keep this part to himself.  Don't get him wrong, he trusted Hermione with his life in a lot of cases, but with what's right and what's wrong, he wanted to wait. 

Hermione was a stick in the mud for the rules and believed in the headmaster, so he was worried if it was something real bad, she might tell Dumbledore. And right now, his trust in the headmaster isn’t as it used to be. Harry couldn’t couldn’t put his finger on it, but since coming back from the graveyard, he couldn’t trust him. 

As he had been rethinking about the last three years.

Like in his first year, after learning about the Fidelius Charm last year, why didn’t the headmaster use the charm to hide the Philosopher's Stone and have himself as the Secret Keeper? Why bring it to a school full of children, where if he wanted to, Voldemort could have killed a lot of them to get to the stone? Not only that, but last year came to mind. Why couldn’t Dumbledore give his godfather Sirius Black a trial after learning that Sirius was innocent? Sure, before then Harry could understand, but after? Harry didn’t understand.

Whilst Harry didn’t fully understand the government of the Wizarding World, Harry thought that as both the Warlock of Wizengamot and the Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards, Dumbledore could get Sirius a trial to prove his innocence. But yet the headmaster had done anything to begin to prove that Sirius was innocent, at least as far as Harry knew. These were the two memories that came to Harry over the last week that got Harry to mistrust the headmaster. 

What Harry didn’t realize was that the reason for the changes within him and why Fleur acted the way she was, was because of the Blood Protection that his mother put on him when he was a baby. As stated before, the Blood Protection was affecting the women around Harry so that those that the Protection feels can help Harry be loyal to him or be sexual aroused by him and so want Harry to fuck them, in anyway Harry wanted to. To the Protection, it was the best way to make Harry safe. It would alter the women around its host to fulfil the desires that its host might have or to protect its host where it cannot.

But that’s not the only thing that the Blood Protection was doing. No, it was doing two other things. The first was to undo any blocks or spells that were on its host, so that Harry could become powerful and think clearer. As some of the spells would make Hary not think of things that he would normally do. The other thing that the Protection was doing, was slowly making Harry more aggressive, not only with sex but in Harry’s everyday life. The Blood Protection knew what was to come wouldn't be easy for its host, so its host needs not only be stronger, but more aggressive so that Harry is willing and able to fight. With the way Harry was right now, the Protection didn’t think Harry would be able to do what is needed, and so decided to slightly change things with its host  so that he is able to live a long life without fear of dying young.

Little did Harry know when he was looking for Hermione, that his life had only begun to change in ways he never imagined. That when it came to women and having his needs met, he would want for nothing, as the women would make sure he gets what he wants. Even if he didn’t realize he wanted it or if he did, he would never think of going after it himself.

To Be Continued!!

Author’s Note: This ends another chapter of the remastered version of Aggressive Love by Dio Black. I hope that you enjoyed this chapter along with what I've added. As you have seen, I've split the chapter into two. As you have seen, apart from adding a few more lines to the story, I’ve also added some smut between Harry and Fleur. I hope that you like it.

Starting from the next chapter, I'll be merging some of the future chapters together and altering things about. So, it'll be interesting how things well turn out. 

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Chapter Six.

Hogwarts Express, July 3rd 1995:

It has been three days since Harry fucked Fleur into submission, and today was the day that Harry was going back to the Dursleys. This was something that he really didn’t want to do. The only thing that was making him go back was his cousin Holly, and that he wanted to keep the pretence that he was still on the Headmaster’s side to a degree. 

For Holly, she was the only family member that he cared about and so he didn’t want to leave her alone this summer. As he knew that very soon, she too would have a letter from Hogwarts this year - how couldn’t see with the powers she showed over the years? But he feared the danger she would be in when Vernon learns about this. Even though Holly was his own daughter, Vernon's strong dislike for magic was common knowledge, and Harry believed his uncle would do something foolish to his daughter once he discovered she possessed magical abilities. He knew he had to be there to keep her safe for when she gets her letter.

As for the headmaster, after that night with Lady Voldemort, Harry’s feelings for the old headmaster had changed even more. Making him distrust the man more. But he knew that right now, he had no power against the old man. He had power and a lot of experience in using that power. Harry knew it would be hard to do anything against him. So for now, Harry knew he had to play his part and only go against the old man only when he had to.

As for what happened between him and Fleur, Harry hadn’t told Hermione about what happened yet. Sure, whilst he was ashamed of himself and felt guilty, he was confused about it too. Something within him was stopping him from saying something. He knew what he did was somewhat wrong, but he also knew that Fleur liked it and wanted him to do it to her. And if the way she was acting was anything to go by, she wanted him to be rougher with her. 

But as Harry thought about telling Hermione about what happened, there was a part of him that was telling him that she had no reason to know. Sure, Hermione might be his girlfriend now, but a deep part of him now felt that it didn’t mean she had any right to have a say in his life. That she had no right to know what he was doing, no right to say who he fucked. She should consider herself lucky that she was lucky to be his girlfriend, as he could have anyone he wanted.

Harry knew that these feelings and thoughts were wrong, but he couldn’t throw it off. He realized something was wrong ever since what happened a week back in the graveyard, where he fucked Lady Voldemort. That was the first sign that something was wrong, as he wouldn’t ever have done that. First, Voldemort used to be a man for god sake, who in the right mind would do that? Second, Voldemort was evil and wanted to kill him for some reason. Lastly, Voldemort was the person who killed his parents, so why would he fuck someone who did all this, even if they were a woman now?

Since then, his thoughts and feelings had been all over the place, his new dreams didn’t help either. He was beginning to think that males shouldn’t be trusted, and that women were his to use as he liked. Like with what happened with Fleur. Whilst he knew it was wrong, when she began to kiss him, he could stop himself from kissing her back and fucking her until she was a mess and became his.

Yes he felt guilty and ashamed, but with these new feelings, those feelings were being blurred out. They were slowly being replaced with darker thoughts. He knew he had to tell someone about these new feelings and thoughts, so that he could get help, but something was stopping him from doing so. All he could do was fight the feelings he didn’t agree with and hope to win. But with informing Hermione about Fleur, he didn’t put up much of a fight in not telling Hermione about it as he didn’t want Hermione to learn what happened.

Either way, for the last few days, Harry was doing some research about what Fleur told him, to find out why he would need wives, mistresses, and concubines. This part Harry did tell Hermione about, and how Fleur was interested in becoming one, as he needed help with the research. To Harry’s shock, Hermione didn’t seem to be as upset about this as Harry suspected. All  she did was give him a strange look before agreeing to help him with his research. 

Harry was happy to be doing research in the school library, as that meant he didn’t have to be bothered with Ron. It was bad enough that he thought he put his name in the Triwizard Tournament, but since the end of the Third Task, things had gotten worse. 

Ron had become more of a jealous prat. As soon as he found out about Hermione and Harry being closer than 'just friends' he lost it. It didn't matter to him that Harry, who used to be his supposed best mate, had almost died. And from the things he was saying, Hermione's feelings weren't even a consideration.

Although Mrs. Weasley asked them to forgive her son for his action, for how he had been acting in the last few days, as far as Harry and Hermione were concerned, they were done with Ron. They had no time to deal with his jealousy, so they let him know in a very public forum of the Gryffindor Common Room that very morning how they felt about him and how they wanted nothing to do with him.

Anyway, for the last few days in the library, neither Harry nor Hermione were able to find any information about what Fleur was talking about. To them, it was something she said to get into Harry’s pants. But they did decide that they would go to Diagon Alley sometime over the summer to see if they could learn anything. However, thanks to Harry’s luck, this time the good luck, they didn’t need to do that though. Just before they left the library, they got some information from a House-Elf who was sent there to put books back and make sure the library was clean. The House-Elf was none other than Winky. 

As a house-elf, about three and half feet tall with large, bulbous eyes and bat-like ears. Harry saw that the elf’s eyes were puffy, as if she had been crying alot. Not only that, but her round nose was getting redder by the moment, as if she had been drinking so much.

She was wearing the clothes that her former master, Bartemius Crouch Sr, had presented her when he freed her, in other words firing her. This made her very upset. Unlike the clothes that she was given by Crouch Sr, her blue blouse with a matching skirt and hat was now soiled. Her outfit smelled like butterbeer for some reason, and she looked like she was drunk. When she talked she sounded like it too.

When asked about this, Harry found out that Winky wasn’t taking being freed as well as Dobby seemed to like the idea. She hated it, she wanted to be back with the Crouch Family, but knew that it was impossible now. Which is why she was drinking more butterbeer than normal, which is why she was like she was. Harry was shocked to hear this, as there wasn’t that much alcohol in the drink. But Winky explained that butterbeer was bad for house-elves, as they got drunk on it easily.

Here Hermione told the elf if that was the case, that she shouldn’t be drinking it. That Winky should be happy to be free, that she shouldn’t want to be enslaved. That she would be better off, as from what Harry told her about the house-elf he knew, Dobby, he was happy about it. 

But Harry stopped Hermione from saying much more, saying that it wasn’t the time or place for it. As it was only upsetting Winky. Winky was thankful for this action, and told them that she knew of Dobby, as he was the one who thought about coming to Hogwarts to work. As no person would want a free house-elf, as a free house-elf meant that they aren’t trustworthy.

If Harry didn’t stop Hermione with a look, he knew she would have said something to upset her more. From his experience with Dobby, house-elves take family seriously. Thinking about Dobby, he asked Winky to try and keep the male elf away from him, as he still had bad dreams of Dobby trying to keep him safe. Winky promised she would try, for someone as nice as Harry. As she thought that Dobby was a strange house-elf as it was, and she only dealt with him as no one else would.

Then remembering that Winky had appeared in front of them, something Harry knew wasn’t normal, he asked the elf why she did so. Winky explained that she overheard them talking about Harry wondering why he would need to marry more than one woman or have more women in his life.

That’s when Harry learned about being the Potter Heir. That as the last Potter, it was his job to rebuild the family so that it wouldn’t die out, seeing how it was one of the last few old Wizarding Family names left. And so, to do this he would need many women to have lots of children to carry on the name if he wanted to keep the Potter Family going. Winky also explained that as he was the last Potter, he was considered an adult when he turned fourteen. 

Even if he wasn’t the last Potter, the moment that he entered the Triwizard Tournament, he would have been considered an adult then. When asked how that would be possible, the house-elf explained that seeing how only those of age could sign a contract, the moment that he agreed in doing the tournament, it was like signing a contract. As the tournament was for adults only, so entering it made Harry an adult in the eyes of the law.

Winky then went on to explain that during the holidays, Harry should go to Gringotts to see what of the Potter Family was left. As he should have a mansion and a Family Vault, with lots of money in. This got both Harry and Hermione interested, it was decided right there and then that Harry would go to Gringotts to find out more. As one of the important questions that they had was why hadn’t anyone told Harry about this?

Seeing how sad Winky was, and believing that having a house-elf could be useful, Harry asked if Winky wanted to be his house-elf. Hermione did give him a look, but Harry told her it was for the best, as Winky wasn’t doing well being free. Not only that, but he would treat her fairly and not hurt her. He didn’t want to see the house-elf hurt more than she already seemed to be hurting.

Whilst Hermione seemed to half heartedly agreed that it would be for the best. That she would have to find another way to help the house-elves. Seeing how it was getting late, Harry told the house-elf that they would have to do whatever it takes to make her his house-elf once he returned home. So, she would have to stay close and wait for his call. Until then, she would have to stay out of sight, and stop drinking and get healthy.

Just before she popped away, she thanked Harry for accepting a bad house-elf like her as his house-elf.

What no one knew was that once again, Winky was part of the Blood Protection work. It saw Winky as some sort of pet for its host to use. House-elves to the Blood Protection was just another tool, but a bit more useful. As they can go around unseen unless they want to be seen. They would do whatever jobs their master wanted and wouldn’t care what it was, and they didn’t care how they were treated as long as they belonged to a family. (Although with Dobby, the saying there’s always one in the family, comes to mind. That house-elf was just out straight strange.)

All in all, a useful thing for its host to have. He could have the new pet do jobs and errands and not worry about people knowing what they were. Sure, the Blood Protection could have picked any house-elf for its host, but this one was better off. For one, the elf was free and so, nobody would blink an eye if its host took it for his own elf. But more importantly, it had information that its host needed to become stronger and more independent. 

Then that morning, Hermione dragged Harry to the train early, as she wanted to share a compartment just to themselves for the trip to King's Cross station. As she wanted some real alone time without the risk of bothering them. That, and she wanted to show her boyfriend what he meant to her. So as the clever witch that she was, Hermione  used every advantage that this situation provided, to use every locking and secrecy spell she knew on the door. This was going to be their moment and she wouldn't be letting Ron, or Malfoy, or even any of their actual friends interrupt her Harry time.

What Harry didn't realize was that what he thought were simple locking and silencing charms, were actually so complex that it would take an Unspeakable to even find the door. Not only that, but it would take a small team of Curse Breakers to knock it down in any reasonable time frame. This just showed how serious Hermione was about wanting her alone time with Harry, something that she couldn’t get back at Hogwarts.

The emerald eyed teen was effectively trapped in the room and at the mercy of a lustful Hermione. Not like he would have minded if he knew that was the case. He had no idea that she would soon be having her wicked ways with him.

Once Hermione was sure her handy work was done, and they had their privacy for the trip back to London, she turned round and gave her boyfriend a lustful smile. That was all the warning Harry got as Hermione reached up and pulled him down into a long, slow lip lock.

If Harry could, he would have smiled as he was thoroughly enjoying this. For the last few days, the two had been kissing whenever they could, and in doing so they had been getting better every day. Learning what each other likedHarry by listening to her soft moans and mewls, and Hermione by how possessively she could make him grip her. 

Even now, as their tongues danced a slow waltz, his left hand settled in to rest on her still covered ass and occasionally give an appreciative squeeze; while his right snaked and threaded through her hair at the base of her neck where he would give a strong pull sending pleasure racing down her body that settled as an ache deep in her loins.

The two teens didn’t even felt the train starting to move as it left the station to head back to London as they made out.

Harry gently pulled her soft hair again slightly to the side so he could get access to her neck. The green eyed young man was inordinately pleased with himself when he discovered this weak spot of hers all on his own.

"Harry…" She trailed off with a gasp and ran her own fingers into his messy hair to push him deeper into her slender collar.

Having gotten what he wanted, Harry released her hair and brought both hands to her waist, holding Hermione's soft body against him.

"Mione." Harry's voice rumbled as he lightly grazed his teeth on her nape, where her neck met her shoulder.

And that's what set her off. She had warned him what saying her name like that did to her, so he had no one to blame but himself.

She pushed him back from her sharp and suddenly. 

Unprepared for the shift, Harry fell back into the bench seat of the compartment. Looking up in confusion, he was slightly worried that he might have pushed her past her comfort zone. Oh boy, he couldn't have been more wrong.

Hermione had already shucked her outer robe allowing it to pool on the floor. "Shh Harry. Let me take care of you." The chocolate eyed woman seductively told him after placing a finger against his lips to halt him from talking.

She steps back slightly, loosening her tie, and turns around. Slowly swaying her hips from side to side catches Harry's gaze and puts him into an open mouth trance that he can't look away from.

As Hermione steadily unbuttons her blouse, after removing the rest of her attire, she throws a quick look over her shoulder and notices her Harry's current state.

Her heart swells with pride that she has him so captivated, and decides to give him a small preview of what's to come.

Hermione lifted her skirt just enough to give him a view of her black lace panty clad ass that showed just enough cheek to be tantalising.

She heard the click of his jaw snapping shut and knew he had got a good eyeful of what she had to offer. The brunette turned around to face him again, tugging her skirt down in the front a little while still swaying her hips.

"What do you think, Harry?" She asked in a quiet voice and biting her lower lip.

"You're beautiful Hermione." He answers honestly. He was tempted to say she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen but a flash of Voldemort's new naked body went through his mind. And he couldn't lie to this beautiful woman in front of him who so clearly wanted him as much as he wanted her.

A dark lust glinted in Hermione's eyes at her love's heartfelt admission. She was so happy that he desired her and she was ready to give everything to him. Her body, her soul, her mind, everything she had, she was about to give him everything. After everything that he had done for her over the years, he deserves nothing less than the best in life. If it meant giving herself for that to happen, she was more than happy to do so.

With her skirt unzipped, she allowed it to fall to the floor, while she shrugs off her blouse and carelessly lets it drop to join the rest of the uniform.

Harry's jaw once again finds itself opened when he realizes his girlfriend wasn't wearing a bra. All he could do was stare as he drank in the appearance of her bare chest. Her perfect soft mounds that would just fit in the palms of his hands, capped with small, pink, perky nipples that are already hardened in her excitement.

The raven haired teen couldn't even move, frozen like a deer in headlights, his brain didn't know how to respond. But where his brain failed him, his body was on top of the situation with its natural reaction to seeing naked female flesh. He couldn’t believe his mind was like this, he had seen two naked women recently, and both times he was able to take action and fucked both women. But here, when facing someone that he loved and wanted nothing more to fuck her, his brain wouldn’t let him act.

Harry watched as Hermione smiled at him and said, "Harry, I've got a surprise I want to show you." 

As she said this, she removed a necklace that Harry didn’t see before from her neck. Harry didn’t know what the necklace was, but the moment that Hermione removed it, her body began to change. Her body began to gain fine brown and white fur, her ears disappeared only to be replaced by cat ears on the top of her head. Her face became more cat-like, as she gained whiskers, as she gained a tail.

Harry was reminded of their second year, where they drank the polyjuice and Hermione got a cat’s hair by mistake instead of the girl's hair she was after. But unlike back then, she didn’t have as much hair. Harry thought that the school healer fixed it so Hermione went back to normal, but it wasn’t the case, it would seem.

“H, How?” asked Harry, part of his brain rebooted. Not much, as even in this form, Harry thought that Hermione was sexy. Although, he had to wonder how he didn’t sense this sooner seeing how close the two had been for the last few days.

“Just say that Madam Pomfrey wasn’t able to turn me back to the girl I once was.” Hermione said with a sad smile, “She was able to get rid of most of the fur, so that it wouldn’t be as furry as it was back then. She also gave me this necklace.” here Hermione showed Harry the necklace she had been holding before dropping it to the ground, “so that I could look like a normal girl, so nobody could tell what happened to me. It also made it so that nobody would feel the fur that I had.”

Before Harry could try to say another word, Hermione wasted no time as she dropped to her knees without hesitation and fished out Harry's cock with an almost desperate need. It was her turn to be surprised today as she grasped a solid log of meat in her dainty hand.

Unsure of its exact size, she could tell that if she wrapped both of her hands around it she would just have room for a third hand to completely cover it. That was a bit of a misnomer though. She couldn't quite get her fingers to touch as she gripped the thick cock, meaning he was at least as thick as her wrist.

She felt an incredible heat coming off of the penis that she slowly started stroking, taking in its size and shape, memorising every inch that her eyes feasted upon.

A small dollop of pre cum was on the tip, so she dutifully licked it up without hesitation. The sweet ambrosia of his taste exploded in her taste buds, lighting up her pleasure receptors as if she was the one who just got licked. 

Harry felt how Hermione’s tongue was rougher than he used to. But part of his mind that was still thinking straight, believed this was down to the necklace that Hermione had. It not only hid her fur and how people couldn’t feel it, but it did the same thing to her tongue too.

Harry groans from the sight and it's all Hermione needed to spur her on. Circling the tip with her tongue, the chocolate eyed woman stares right at Harry as she does so.

It isn't long before she opens her mouth wide to engulf the head of his dick and starts bobbing slowly. It stretches her mouth, but not yet painfully, and she continues to lavish attention on it by swirling her tongue along the underside in a steady side to side motion.

By this time Harry is panting. The raven haired teen can't help the primal feeling of lust that wells up within him, and he wanted nothing more than to grab Hermione's hair and urge her to take more of his penis into her heavenly mouth. But he resists. 

Sure with Voldemort and Fleur, he had no problem making  them take more of his cock. To him, they didn’t deserve his control, but Hermione was different. He loved her. He wanted to be a gentleman for her. He had overheard candid shower room talk from the three chasers on the Gryffindor Quidditch team discussing how they all hated it when a lover would try to put their hands on the back of their heads and force them to go faster than they were ready. And Harry was determined to be a good lover to Hermione if this wonderful sensation is something he could look forward to from now on.

Hermione, meanwhile, was lost in a heady haze of lust as the musk of Harry's scent flooded her nose. So lost in fact that she was running on autopilot as she started bathing all along the sides of this dick with her rough cat tongue. Eventually she worked her way down to the base where the smell of Harry was strongest. Tilting her head and pressing her lips to the underside of his cock, she proceeded to kiss and suck while stroking the top half with her hand until she caught his eye.

Once she had she pulled back only to smoothly dart forward and once again taking his cock in her mouth, bobbing her head furiously back and forth.

She made it a full half way down the shaft before she encountered resistance as her throat betrayed her. But she didn't let that stop her for she was nothing if not a determined witch.

"Glrrk, glrrk, glrrk."

The compartment was filled with the sounds of the brunette doing her best to take this cock all the way to the base, a few tears causing her mascara to run as saliva drooled freely down Harry's shaft and onto her own perky tits in a sloppy mess.

This incredible sight of such a beautiful woman choking herself on his dick was more than enough for him to blow. 

"Hermione, I'm cumming!" Harry warned her while grasping her shoulders, he didn’t know if Hermione would like it if he cummed into her mouth or not.

As it turns out he needn't have worried. Hermione pulled back until she had just the head in her mouth and forced her tongue to work overtime while pumping the rest of him with both hands. Her eyes looked up to him beseechingly, begging for him to cum with her chocolate eyes.

So cum he did. He couldn't say no to her in this situation. Rope after rope of his cum shot with force right to the back of her throat.

She coughed a little bit, causing some to spill onto her chin but she kept at it, hell bent on not wasting a drop of her new favourite treat. The taste was divine on her tongue, not at all the salty or bitter she thought it would be.

The sheer volume was enough that she had to gulp down a mouthful before Harry started to taper off and he slumped back after he was spent.

Harry was still trying to catch his breath from what just became his newest patronus memory, when he realized that Hermione was being oddly silent. When he looked at her again his emerald orbs widened in complete disbelief.

There she was still in her knees, saliva glistening on her chest, and his cum still in her mouth on clear display for him as she rolled it around on her tongue. She finally closed her mouth and audibly swallowed before starting to clean up around her mouth and chin where some of his seed had spilled. Inwardly she vowed to herself to get better so that next time she could take him fully down her throat.

"Thank you Harry! That was incredible." Hermione said dreamily.

'That can't be right.' Harry thought to himself in disbelief. 'She's thanking me for that?'

Well that just wouldn't do. Harry was a gentleman and more than happy to reciprocate her fantastic oral skills.

With that in mind he gently got her attention by kissing her and pulling her up to the seat with him. Her fur felt very nice, as he stroked it for a few seconds. She was soon whimpering in pleasure as he brushed his left hand across her perky furry boobs. Lightly circling around her nipple before suddenly pinching it.

"Oh Harry!" She gasped out at the sudden explosion of pleasure that he caused. This was the first time he was playing with her bare breasts, it was over the clothes petting before this, and he promised himself that some other day he would have to give all his attention and proper respect to playing with Hermione's sensitive tits.

He used this time to kiss his way down her neck and shoulder, spending a little bit of time paying attention to her neglected nipple by circling his tongue around it before giving it a gentle suck. He found that the fur wasn’t a bother as he thought it would be. He wasn’t sure why, but he didn’t find any of the fur getting into his mouth. But all honestly, he didn’t care why, he was having a good time. And seeing that this is the third time having sex, and the other two times were just fucking the bitches he was having sex with, he was going to take time with Hermione and have some fun.

Harry slipped his fingers into the waist of her panties and slid them down when she lifted her hips to help him remove the last article of her clothing. They were completely soaked through, he idly noticed before taking a kneeling position before her and spreading her legs apart.

She blushed and looked away, but didn't protest the action. So taking that as permission to continue, Harry starts laying kisses along her left thigh. When he got closer to her pink folds he noticed a slight change in the taste of her skin. Upon licking the rest of the way Harry realized that she had been so turned on from sucking his cock, that not only were her knickers drenched, but her juices had been running down her legs.

The black haired teen turned his attention to her other leg and made his way up that one at the same, even pace as before.

By now Hermione was panting and squirming in anticipation, but his strong hands held her in place.

Harry pulled her to the edge of the seat and paused one final time to take in the sight of her obscenely drooling pussy and her small patch of pubic hair, trimmed into a triangle pointing down.

'It's best to start simple and work my way up.' Harry thinks to himself. His tongue extends and runs up from the bottom of her slit to her clit, causing Hermione to squeak and cover her mouth with her hands as she looks at Harry with her wide chocolate eyes.

Marking the little nub that seems to be a bundle of nerves as something important, he dives in eagerly to enjoy her taste. Harry seals his lips around her puffy labia and slowly charts out all of these new, undiscovered, weak spots.

This ended up being slightly more difficult to accomplish than he thought however. As he gradually explores every sensitive fold, occasionally dipping into her tunnel, he tries to listen to her body's reactions to see how he's doing. But all the stimulation the teen had given her was driving her ever closer to the largest orgasm of the young woman's life and a side effect was her incoherent mumblings of 'yes' and 'more' as her body shakes and trembles.

With that in mind he decides to try something out and closes his eyes. Keeping the image of a snake at the forefront of his mind, Harry begins to tell her how much he appreciates her. Instead of normal words, hissing spills forth, and he puts it to good use.

The rapid flicking of his tongue feels like a vibrator, or very much like what one would feel like, Hermione mused. And that was her last coherent thought as the orgasm that had started as a small fire when she started sucking Harry's dick had been enflamed into a roaring inferno.

"Oh fuck Harrrrrrryyyyyy!" She wailed in ecstasy. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." She couldn't help but repeat as her orgasm seized her body, causing her to shake and tremble as every nerve ending lights up in her body and she starts to see spots while screaming herself hoarse. Not for the first time she's glad to have the forethought of silencing charms or else the whole carriage they were on would have heard her cumming.

Her feminine cum begins to flood from her quivering cunt and Harry latches his mouth to her lower lips, drinking as much of the sweet nectar as he can. The taste is something that's hard for him to put a finger on, but he chalks it up to Hermione's unique flavour. And he's more than happy to consume her juices.

He barely noticed that the bushy haired girl had, at some point, entwined her finger in his hair. Harry certainly notices when she roughly pulls him up to her and into a heated kiss.

Heedless of tasting herself on his lips, all she could think about was Harry. How wonderful he is and how much she needed him. And especially how selfish she just was. She was here for Harry's pleasure, and his alone, but here he was pleasuring her too. That would not do. No, that would not do at all, so, with that in mind, she would make sure he knew that by the end of the trip, she was there for his pleasure and not hers.

With that in mind, Hermione starts pulling at his clothes to get him fully naked. Now on even footing she lays down on the carpeted floor, and spreads her legs to give Harry a great view of what belongs to him now.

"Harrrryyy please." She begs from her position on the floor of the compartment.

He couldn't help his cock becoming almost painfully erect at the erotic sight of his favourite bookworm. Without any more preamble he kneels down in front of her and lines up the head of his dick with her still drooling entrance.

Harry prods gently at her puffy lips and smears it around in order to coat himself in her steaming hot juices when something comes over him. The raven haired teen noticed her squirming, panting, and slight bucking of her hips trying to get him inside her.

"Please what Hermione?" He questions with a smirk at the power he has over the normally composed woman beneath him. He couldn’t believe that Hermione was willing to give him such control, not after how she acted about house-elves and how they should be free. Here, she was submitting herself to him to use as he wanted. Not that he was complaining, as he found he loved being in control, but he was just shocked that someone like Hermione would submit to him.

Either way, Hermione didn’t hesitate for a moment. Not when the ache inside her had only gotten worse with their sexual exploration of each other. "Fuck me Harry! Fuck me please! I'm your needy little cock sleeve for you to use whenever you want! Your filthy little cum slut and I want your cum inside me now! Please! Master… please fuck this unworthy Mudblood."

Harry wanted to call her out on her language like she had done to him so many times before. If he thought about it, he would be shocked that she was willing to call herself a mudblood. But he was so incredibly turned on by her wanton confession that he slowly buried inch after inch inside of her wet, tight folds.

Hermione's mouth formed a silent 'O' as she felt herself being filled with a sensation she had never felt before. Looking down at where they were joined she could see her pussy lips stretching obscenely to accommodate Harry invading her body. And there was still so much to go!

Eventually Harry encountered a barrier, and figuring that it was going to cause her a little pain to break through it anyway, it would be a good time to go as far as he could and allow her to get accustomed to his length.

With one swift push he broke her maidenhead and continued his motion, burying himself deep inside her.

Leaning down, her emerald eyed lover began laying tender kisses along her jaw and neck to comfort her. But oddly enough, she didn't need comforting. Sure she felt a slight pinch as he claimed her first time, but the slight twinge of pain only lasted a moment.

Now, however, all she could feel was the pleasurable sensation of being full. Of being stretched beyond her capacity.

The brainy Gryffindor began bucking her hips lightly in encouragement. "More Master, please." She whined pitifully.

Luckily that was all it took to set Harry off as he leans back up, sliding his arms under her legs, raising them and forcing them open to give him better access as he grips her slim waist with both hands.

Without a word he slowly pulls his member out of her, scraping along her insides. Hermione was worried for a moment that he'll turn her inside out as her pussy keeps a tight grip on him, trying to hold him inside. But the walls of her pussy are slick enough with her juices to allow his cock freedom even though they are dragged and stretched along with his meaty shaft from Harry's exit.

He is almost out of her, only his tip remaining inside, when he thrusts back in, stretching her walls once more to help her remember the shape of the only cock that will ever be inside her.

Hermione is moaning and thrashing, her fingers gripping at the carpet and randomly scattered clothes as Harry's dick continues to churn and stir up her insides.

The raven haired teen continued his steady thrusting, sinking deeper and deeper with every stroke. Until finally he bottoms out in her, still with an inch of dick left to go.

Harry didn’t mind though. As he starts to thrust in, harder and harder, kissing the entrance to her womb with the tip of his penis. By now, he caught hold of her tail that was thrashing about, and was pulling it hard too now.

The beautiful, chocolate eyed woman is steadily turned into a gorgeous mess beneath him. Stammering incoherently and slurring her words as her brain was slowly being re-written into her new role as Harry's protector, lover, cumslut, mudblood slut, sex pet, future mother of his children. Whatever he had needed, she would become it for him. Whatever it might be, she hoped it would involve her submitting to him often and calling him master, and being used by him in any way he wanted.

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you my Mudblood pet?” Harry suddenly found himself calling Hermione a mudblood, as he pulled her into a deep kiss. As he was fucking her, he suddenly felt the thoughts of Voldemort in his mind, telling him that he should call Hermione this. If he was thinking straight, Harry would have wondered how Voldemort was able to know what the two of them were doing and send thoughts as to what  to callHermione. But he was enjoying fucking Hermione to care about such things.

At any other time, Harry wouldn’t even consider calling Hermione a mudblood, it was offensive and something he would never normally call someone he loved. He wouldn’t even call her one even if it was the Dark Lady herself to save Hermione. However, the presence that he had been feeling recently had other ideas. It wanted him to call her this, as this was what Hermione was to it, a pet, a plaything to play with as he wanted. Nothing else. It didn’t help that he remembered that Hermione herself called herself a mudblood too.

So because his mind was full of lust and not thinking straight, he called her a mudblood.

“Ooooh, yes Master, this Mudblood slut loves you fucking her.” Hermione said submissively, enjoying each thrust of her master’s cock that went into her. Then she begged Harry, “Please, Master, fuck this Mudblood slut harder and faster.” With his mind in a state of lust as it was, Harry was more than happy to fuck her even more rougher as before.

"Yes, Master, yes, fuck this Mudblood slut hard, yes, yes, fuck harder, fuck me, oh yes, FUCK ME!" She continued to scream loader and loader as she writhed in pleasure as Harry picked up speed, slamming into her greedy cunt at a blistering pace.

Finally her cervix had softened up enough from his head's repeated battering. It just couldn't take anymore and was forced to accommodate his cock's insistent demands for entrance into her womb.

Harry's dick at last was buried completely into the tight, warm snatch of Hermione. As his cock pushed past her cervix he felt as if the head of his cock was sealed off by a tight ring deep inside her. The feeling of her cunt muscles milking him while this ring wouldn't let him go, caused him to lose control at last.

Harry groaned deeply as he leaned down and gently sank his teeth into her shoulder, not enough to break skin but enough to feel it as he knew she loved. Harry shoots forth his seed in force and greater amounts than before from Hermione's oral treatment.

White hot pleasure painted Hermione's insides and she could feel a molten warmth inside her womb, giving her a sense of completeness that she never knew she was missing until now. As Harry's baby batter coated her insides, Hermione knew that she was addicted. No, beyond being addicted, she knew she couldn't live without this anymore. Not that she could even comprehend going back to the way things were as her mind almost blanked with the force of the orgasm she'd been having since he entered her, reaching a crescendo. It was like her mind had been rewritten so that she couldn’t live without having sex with him anymore.

Oh, how little did she know how true that was. As the Blood Protection within Harry did just that. 

Harry slowly pulls himself out of her with a soft popping sound as if her pussy was giving the head of his penis a kiss goodbye for now with the promise of more later. He could only stare at the gaping, sloppy hole of the bushy haired girl's freshly used cunt and admire his handiwork. She looked so beautiful as a spent mess and the knowledge that he was the one to bring her to this state sent his heart soaring with pride.

"Thank you Harry. Thank you so much." Hermione gushed happily at their successful coupling.

"No thank you Hermione, but I came inside you in the heat of the moment." Harry said with concern in his voice.

She smiles and leans into his shoulder as they recover enough to move to the seat and breathes his scent in deeply. "Don't worry about it, love. I'm on the potion." She says, bringing a measure of relief to him. "When you're ready I'll happily bear your children." She continued with the beatific smile while she absently rubs her stomach where her womb is, feeling Harry's seed sloshing inside her.

The raven haired young man breathed a sigh of relief at both her admissions. But he didn't know why the thought of breeding the intelligent witch in his arms stirred something inside him and made him feel euphoric. He'd think about it later. For now, the two of them had hours before they arrived at King's Cross Station.

Harry smiled at Hermione as he could see what she wanted too. Both were naked, and Harry was hard once again, so after resting for a few moments, Harry begun fucking Hermione once again. This was how things went for the next few hours until they got to the train station, resting and fucking. The thought of food and drink never came to mind during those hours. Harry just cared about fucking Hermione in her cat form, whilst Hermione only care about submitting to her new lord and master.

To Be Continued!!

Author’s Note: This ends another chapter of the remastered version of Aggressive Love V1.2. I hope that you enjoyed this chapter along with what I've added. Once again, I kept most of the story the same as the original chapter of the Aggressive Love, but I have added WInky as I wanted Harry to have his own house-elf and it helps with the plot too.  As for the next chapter, whilst I’ll be keeping it more or less the same as the original, there’ll be at least one big chance coming. So be ready for this. As it’ll show just how dark the Blood Protection can be to make Harry happy.

I do have one favour I would like to ask for, a new name for Voldemort. After the next chapter, I’ll be writing about her next, showing how she gets a new ID and what happened to her since the graveyard to this point, about about a week later. But I need a new name for her as Tom is long dead now lol.

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Chapter Seven.

King's Cross Station, 3rd of July 1995:

Before either Harry and Hermione knew it, they found themselves back at King's Cross Station. Both were unhappy about this. As this meant that until they can arrange for them to meet up again, they would have to spend some time apart from each other. After hours of fucking each other, this was the last thing that they wanted. They enjoyed each other so much that they wanted to keep going for the rest of their lives. Unfortunately, they both knew that they couldn’t, no matter how much they wanted to - at least for now.

By the time that they got to King's Cross Station, Hermione removed the spell from their compartment and she put her necklace back on so that she would look human again and both were wearing clothes. It was something that now that Harry knew the truth about her, she didn’t want that to happen, she wanted to show her true self and not hide it. But living in the Muggle World, it was something that couldn’t happen. 

Both of them didn’t want to wear clothing either, as they wanted to be naked so that if Harry wanted to fuck Hermione, he would have an easy time in doing so. But be it the Wizarding World or Muggle World, neither of these worlds allowed being naked in public, something that upset the teens.

As they got off the train, and making sure that Ron didn’t see them, the two walked arm in arm as they made their way out of Platform 9¾. As they made their way out, Harry began to say, "I know the headmaster said it would be too dangerous to stay in contact this summer and that I'm supposed to stay at my relatives bu-mmph!" Hermione cut Harry off with a quick kiss, thinking that he was going to tell her not to contact him during the summer. "Don't worry Harry. You just leave it to me." She told her new lovers mysteriously.

Whilst the two of them were in a world of their own, thanks to riding high off their sexual experience, they didn’t notice anything as they walked. However, this stopped when Harry bumped into someone. As they stopped, they saw it was a pale lady with blonde hair. Next to her, they saw the last two people, other than Ron, that they didn’t want to see right now: Draco Malfoy and his father, Lucius. Which meant that this woman was Draco’s mother. 

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The Malfoy’s:

Draco Malfoy was absolutely ecstatic, tinged with just a little nervousness. After Potter had returned at the end of the Third Task, with the dead body of Cedric Ciggory. Potter announced to everyone that was there at the time that the Dark Lord was back and he had killed Ciggory. 

Draco couldn’t believe it, his hero, the greatest of all Dark Lord time, at least in Draco’s opinion, Lord Voldemort, the one whose stories he was raised on, was back. Of course, Draco at first thought it could have been a ploy or a trick by Potter, but as he thought about it more clearly, that didn't seem likely. Draco didn't think Potter would have the guile to spin such a story, nor would he have any reason to lie.

The blond haired Malfoy was looking forward to finding out first hand. His father was an Inner Circle member, so he believed that his father for sure would know if the Dark Lord was back or not. The only reason his father wasn’t in Azkaban, was thanks to his father using his Slytherin whiles to, not only avoid a stint in Azkaban, but to come off looking like a saint who was taken advantage of.

It was because of this that the elder Malfoy was his son’s role model. Draco wanted to be just like his father when he grew up and eventually became Lord Malfoy. Sure, he didn’t like to be seen as weak, but if it meant he could get away with things, Draco could swallow his pride and act like he was. He was no Gryffindor who was brash and did things for attention, he was Slytherin who uses his cunning to get what he wants without getting into trouble.

With the rumours and wild speculation about the return of the greatest Dark Lord in a century, he might just be able to emulate his father by following the family tradition and becoming a Death Eater. Working to further the Pureblood cause and cement their place above the Mudbloods and Muggles.

The only thing about the entire situation that was unfortunate, at least in Draco's mind, was that he had to wait until he got home for confirmation. It wouldn't do to write home and ask in his impatience. He knew better than that, as he knew that his father would be unable to confirm or deny over owl post anyway. As if it was true, as a former Death Eater, people like the old fool Dumbledore would be keeping an eye on the mail being sent to children from known Death Eaters.

But he was just so giddy with excitement to know for sure!

Draco was glad to be friends with Pansy when she reminded him that he needed to be calm. Now wasn't the time for boasting, not like Gryffindors would, if for no other reason than because it would be in bad taste with the death of a student.

It wasn't all good news for Draco though. 

Throughout the whole last week of school, Potter and his Mudblood friend had been insufferably lovey dovey. Holding hands and hugging all the time made him think that they might have literally become attached at the hip. Luckily he'd only ever heard about how they were caught a few times snogging in a broom closet and never actually had to witness such a disgusting sight first hand.

He shuddered when he saw just that, Potter and Granger embracing in the middle of Platform 9¾, entirely uncaring of how everyone else could see them. 

"What a disgusting display." Draco muttered to himself and pointedly didn't look in their direction again while he scanned the crowd for his parents.

It wasn't long before he picked them out, standing apart from the common riff raff, as they should be. His father, Lucius Malfoy, had the same silver blond hair as his son only instead of short and slicked back, it was long and fell past his shoulders. Lucius was dressed in immaculate Acromantula Silk robes, and kept his posture ramrod straight with his hands folded, one over the other, on his decorated cane that cleverly concealed his wand. All of this was capped off with a picture perfect, blank expression. As though he was content in his superiority over everyone else on the platform.

Draco's mother, Narcissa Malfoy nee Black, was the very embodiment of a Pureblood noble woman. Dressed in the latest fashionable robes that hugged her curves, and teased at what lay beneath, but managed to protect her modesty all the same. Ice blue ice and straight, platinum blonde hair gave her a Nordic beauty that men couldn't help but be captivated by, and women can't help but feel jealous envy. Her posture simply radiated a sense of regal standing that let others know just how much better she was then them.

Draco's father on the other hand was able to carefully control his emotions so as not let nothing slip past his neutral mask, his mother wore a smile but with a tightness around her eyes.

"Father, mother." Draco greeted his parents as stoically as he could to maintain their public image as paragons of nobility.

"Draco."

"My little dragon!" 

His parents greeted at the same time while his mother simultaneously swept him up into a warm hug. This was a familiar, yet embarrassing experience.

Narcissa was excessively worried for her son, now more than ever. She had been trying since Draco was born to raise him right and keep him safe. Safe, in her definition, was following his own path so long as he steered well clear of walking in his father's footsteps as a Death Eater. But her son seemed determined to become a carbon copy of his father, much to her chagrin and despite all her best efforts to stop it.

It's not like she was against Lord Voldemort, far from it. But while she had never been a Death Eater, and never taken the Dark Mark, she was married to one. And she remembered all too well the early mornings when her husband would come home, shaking and sickly from being Crucioed. Whether he had failed an important task, or because the Dark Lord was simply taking out his frustration, or even for as little as questioning their lord, he was held under the torture curse.

At the time that had simply been the norm for their lives and they thought nothing of it. Now that he… no… she, had returned, Narcissa feared for her son. She knew how Draco looked up to his father and wanted to be just like him, so it was no surprise that he would want to be inducted as a Death Eater as soon as possible.

But he had no idea what it was really like. To make sure he had a good life and wanted for nothing, they had raised him without a single hardship in his life and he wanted for nothing as they spoiled him rotten. But now, Narcissa realized how wrong she was to allow this to happen. With the way he acts and thinks, she knew her son was unprepared for serving the Dark Lord. And Narcissa worried that one day, Draco would fail one task to many and it would cost him his life.

But that was not the only thing that she feared would end her son’s life. No, it was the way he talked about Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. The Dark Lord, no, Lady had told her Death Eater that under no circumstances would she hear them bad mouthing or planning to hurt or kill the young teen. Anyone found doing so would soon be begging for death by the time she was done with them. And with how her son had talked about Potter in the past, she feared that he would soon end up being killed by the Dark Lady.

Narcissa knew it was for the best that she talked to her son as soon as possible, to prevent him from doing something stupid in front of their Lady. As they forgot to teach him any real cunning or tact. They didn’t raise him for what would happen for the world that he would one day enter. They raised him for a Pureblood world, where Purebloods would have all the power. But they forgot to teach him how to hide his real feelings about certain people, mainly Mudbloods and those who want to help and protect them. She was no beginning to fear what would happen to her son now. But this was something she had to deal with later on, she needed to keep face for now.

"Did you have a good year at school Draco?" Lucius smoothly interjected as Narcissa finally let him go.

A wide smile split his face, "The tournament was so exciting father! I even got to meet Viktor Krum when Durmstrang arrived, and the ball was fantastic!" Draco started chattering from one subject to another, barely taking any time to breathe or go into more detail about it all.

"But it wasn't all great though. In the end Potter ended up winning." He finishes with a glare at the subject of his ire as Harry and Hermione drew closer to passing the Malfoy family on their way off the platform.

"I can't believe that out of the four of them, he won while the real Hogwarts champion ended up dying." Draco said loudly, hoping to get a rise out of the normally brash Gryffindor. This is what Narcissa feared about. Her son trying to be cunning, but all he was doing was acting like a brash Gryffindor who acts before he thinks. Like it or not, Potter had a name behind him, be it for what he did in the past, or because of who his family used to be. Some people respect that and as such, some who remember the Potters wouldn’t like people bad mouthing them. But in the case of the Dark Lady, she just hoped that this doesn’t return to her. As if it did, she feared what might happen to her son.

Narcissa was thankful that her son’s brash actions accomplished nothing, as Harry walked arm in arm with Hermione, looking for all the world like love struck teenagers, as they completely ignored Draco.

In fact, if Harry didn’t bump right into Narcissa, who indignant squawk as she stumbled before catching her balance, they would have kept on walking. 

Upon seeing who they ran into, Narcissa noticed that the couple gave cold looks to both her husband and son. It would seem that her family had given these two trouble in the past. She didn’t care about the Muggleborn witch, as she wasn’t important, just another Mudblood, but Potter, that was another story altogether. After all, he was the Last Potter Heir. If it wasn’t for the Dark Lady wanting him dead, Potter could have been a great ally, seeing that the Potters were one of the oldest families in England, older and more powerful than the Malfoys.

But with the looks that the future Lord Potter was giving her husband and son, it would seem that any plans she might have for an alliance wouldn't work. She knew that her husband had his reasons for hating Potter, mainly because he defeated his lord and master, and he was connected stronger to Dumbledore, but she thought he would think beyond that. Be a true Slytherin like he used to be like years ago. Someone who would find a way to become an ally to Potter, and gain benefits from such an alliance. It would help rebuild the Malfoy's name, to put it in a better light. But no, he seemed to be foolish and held onto a grudge instead of thinking about the future, one where the Dark Lord might not have returned.

Whilst the Malfoy name held respect, power and connections, mainly thanks to her whispering the right things to her husband, Narcissa knew that it wouldn’t last forever. Not with how her husband held onto the belief that Purebloods had more power than Muggles. He believed that as long as he had the ear of the Minister of Magic, and had the backing of the other Purebloods, everything would be fine. 

However, Narcissa knew differently. 

Don’t get her wrong, she didn’t trust Muggles and she didn’t like them that much, she knew two important things about them. First, is that other Purebloods, like Madam Bones, Madam Longbottom, the Late Potters, just naming a few of them, were Pro-Muggles. They wanted to do more for those who were Muggle Born, to make sure they were safe and included in the Wizarding World. So these people who wanted to protect the Muggles and Muggle Borns would be on their back if they messed up or got in power instead of fools like Fudge, or people who didn’t care much for Muggles.

Not only that, but the most important thing that most Purebloods don’t realize is that Muggles were quickly outnumbering Purebloods. That one day, they would be in control. When that happened the blonde witch wondered, what then? What would happen to the Malfoy? Her birth family, the Blacks, are more than less dead, there was no way that they could be rebuilt. What about the rest of the Purebloods?

She knew that the Purebloods believed that they could keep control of things, that Muggles would be in control one day. She knew better. It was only a matter of time before it happened. All she could do was prepare for the day.

She hoped that if that day ever happened whilst she was alive, she did everything that she could to protect her family from being destroyed. And if this happened after her time she was able to teach her son and grandchildren how to live with Muggles, so even if they don't like them, the Malfoy can keep going instead of dying out like the Blacks. Unfortunately for her, it would seem that all her planing was for nothing. 

Her husband didn’t want to do anything to do with the Muggles or with people like Potter. Wanting to stick with the old traditions, and so have the Malfoy family die out.

As for her son, seeing how he looked up to his father and the stories that his father told him of old times, she feared the worst. With him sharing a lot of the same beliefs as her husband already, she had almost lost any hope that he would change. But as a mother though, she still held a slim hope that Draco would be different, smarter than her husband, that given time he wouldn’t be the same. However, seeing how he looked at and talked about Potter and the Muggleborn girl, she realized there was no hope for him either. 

Either way, after a few seconds of staring at each with hostility, Potter looked at her and said, “Mrs. Malfoy, I’m sorry for bumping into you like that. I hope I didn’t hurt you?”

“No you did not.” Narcissa informed the young man, and was somewhat glad that he apologised to her. Sure, it wasn’t a proper one, but at least it was an apology.

“In that case, goodbye.” said Potter as he walked off with his Muggleborn lover.

The problem was Draco wasn’t happy with the apology, he wanted a better one from Potter. He tried to go after Potter, to either curse him or demand a better apology from him.

Thankfully, before her son could do anything foolish, Lucius caught their son with a hand on his shoulder.

"No need to make a spectacle Draco." His father said while holding him back from doing something foolish on the crowded platform. 

Narcissa was glad that Lucius knew how to act in public, at least most of the time. He knew not to act up when there were lots of people around, and as such give the Malfoy name. She just wished this was one of the better skills her son could have picked up, but didn’t. Unless there was someone there to stop him, he would often act first and think later. This created a lot of problems for her and Lucius, they had to pay people off so they wouldn’t talk about how Draco acted. 

If he wasn’t her son, Narcissa would give up on Draco, as he was creating a lot of problems for the family. Unless something happened, she didn’t know what would happen to him and the Malfoy name.

"But father…" Draco trailed off uncertainly.

"Just. Let. It. Go." His father commanded forcefully in a tone that heavily implied there would be no arguing about this.

Lucius couldn't afford to let his son run off and do something the entire family would regret. Ever since the Dark Lord's resurrection there had been a period of adjustment that they were still working through even now.

The first of many changes was that the Dark Lord was apparently comfortable being a woman now. A stunningly beautiful woman who made her displeasure at his attempts at flirting known by way of Crucio.

It wasn't an unexpected reaction.

What was surprising however, was how fast she had taken to befriending his wife, Narcissa. The day that Dark Lady came to their home and announced who she was, proving who she was with the Dark Mark and Crucio, she had quickly pulled Narcissa aside to talk in private. When he asked his wife what she and the Dark Lady had discussed, the only response Narcissa would give was along the lines of ‘girl talk.’ She kept insisting that it was nothing important or relevant to him, and the only solid answer he could glean was that Voldemort's new body and gender were here to stay.

Apparently whatever ritual had brought the Dark Lord back as a woman, regardless of the fact it was obviously done incorrectly, had positive side effects in that she was now stronger than ever before.

Her new gender aside, the Dark Lady still commanded the same level of respect she had cultivated from the war. Lucius knew better than to question her after her identity had been confirmed. He especially knew it was still his old master after his disastrous attempt at courting her for a better position in her ranks.

Luckily his wife was there to take care of things for him again. Narcissa had been invaluable to him throughout their years of marriage. At first he thought she would be nothing but a trophy wife and a decoration to wear on his arm for social events.

That's why he was pleasantly surprised when her advice and insight had proven to be greatly beneficial in lifting the Malfoy family name to new heights.

She had known from a young age that her and her sisters would be in arranged marriages. But Narcissa wouldn't just settle for mediocrity, no matter who she ended up betrothed to. That's why she had put the effort in to learn all she could in order to ensure she could live a comfortable life of wealth and prestige.

It turned out to be a near thing that she hadn't ended up a black widow like that Zabini woman. But Lucius proved competent enough by having a high position and wealth, as well as not being a drooling Neanderthal who couldn't even dress himself like some Pureblood as she knew. So he would never know how close he'd come to death in the early days of their marriage.

"Alright father. But why are we just letting Potter go with his blatant disrespect?" Draco whined. Surprised that his father reprimanded him in public. His father rarely did this, and only did so if it was important.

He noticed a significant look pass between his mother and father where they seemed to communicate something important without verbalising it.

"Not here Draco. We have much to discuss at home." Lucius said with finality. He wanted to say more, but with too many ears about, he knew he had to be careful as to what he said to his son. He just hoped that his son wouldn’t act rashly and get himself into trouble.

And that was fine with Draco. His excitement was instantly renewed and he couldn't wait to meet the Dark Lord. 

Meanwhile Narcissa had composed herself and glanced at the retreating form of Harry Potter. Initially she had been appalled at the rude behaviour of the raven haired teen. Sure, he had apologised, but not in a way of someone of his standing. There were standards as to how someone should act from aNoble and Most Ancient House.

But already she was making excuses for him in her mind. The poor boy grew up without parents so obviously he wasn't taught proper manners as befitting someone of his station. Whoever his current guardians are, they were doing a terrible job of raising the Last Potter Heir.

She could do so much better. Harry deserved someone to be there for him, to care for him, to show him the love he so obviously was lacking. He needed someone who could stand beside him, a woman who could guide him in this dark and unforgiving world. Surely he would appreciate having a lady like her to help make him great. And of course she'd have to take the time to teach him how to properly thank her for all she will do for him.

Certainly better than that little girl who was latched onto his arm like some kind of unsavoury fungus.

However, what was more concerning, was the Dark Lady. They had steadily been growing closer as they spent time together. Narcissa had been pleasantly surprised at the Dark Lady's attitude and desire to really become a lady. So she took it upon herself to teach the reborn Dark Lady how to dress her new body properly, how to walk as a woman, and how to hold herself, apply makeup, and take care of her silky lustrous hair. Though, truth be told, she had been quite put out at just how mouthwateringly beautiful Voldemort is now.

The Dark Lady had made it abundantly clear to all of her followers that Harry was to be left alone for now. She had even gone as far as to warn them that the only thing they could look forward to for harming even a single hair on his head, was a slow, agonising death that she would make last for years. Suffice it to say, no one would be touching Potter with a ten foot pole.

And everyone who had gotten the message, Narcissa included, had assumed that it was because the Dark Lady wanted to take care of Harry Potter herself.

Narcissa wouldn't abide by that. Harry was too young and didn't deserve the Dark Lady's wrath.

While walking with her family to the public floo, Narcissa put her considerable cunning to work at thinking up one strategy after another to protect Harry. She was sure that she could convince Voldemort that the Potter Heir didn’t have to die. That he could be worth so much more alive, and that together, they could help him see that his place should be on their side. And of course that means Harry would have to stay close to her.

She had no idea yet that the Dark Lady felt the exact same way.

The Malfoy family made it safely through the public floo, leaving the platform and Hogwarts Express behind without further incident. The green flames of the magical travel system deposited them in the grand foyer of the Malfoy Manor. A spacious room that was decorated to show their family's opulence in a display meant to leave no doubt as to their wealth. Beautiful white marble floors, walls cluttered with solid gold and silver decorations of all kinds, and an overly large and elegant chandelier was just what occupied the entryway into the manor. It was more than a little excessive, and Narcissa had tried to argue in the past that it could come off as trying too hard. But her husband wouldn't hear of it.

That was just one example of many that Narcissa couldn't help but reexamine in her marriage. Thinking about all the failings of her husband, she came to the conclusion in her mind that it might be coming to a point where she should just move on. It had been a great life so far, but she started to feel as though there was more to life than just resting on her laurels. And while she has accomplished her childhood dream, she was reflecting on how unchanging and boring her life had become.

There had never been true love between them, just a mutual understanding and a fulfilling of familial obligation. Well she had upheld her end of the betrothal agreement. Narcissa had brought honour to the Malfoy family name, and had given birth to an heir.

Don’t get her wrong, she loved her son dearly, but he too was a lost cause. For years she tried to make him into a person that people would love and respect, but in the end he became just like his father. No worse, at least his father had brains and knew how to act in public, keeping his true feelings and thoughts to himself. At least most of the time. Draco on the other hand, he didn’t seem to have that ability. He needed a subtle reminder how to act in front of others. The only reason he was able to get away with his actions was because of his family name. The power, money and people connected to it. But Narcissa knew that if things kept going as it did, that wouldn’t last for too much longer and if Voldemort was defeated again, her son and husband would be jailed or worse end up dead.

For that reason alone, she had to think about herself for once.

What about her own personal fulfilment as a woman? Did she not deserve more freedom to do as she desired? Was she not entitled to seek her own pleasures? To seek a man who would give her a child that wouldn’t shame her with their actions? Maybe if she did have a new child, she could rebuild the Black Family and make it a better one than the last. One that would tolerate Muggles, unlike other Purebloods. As she knew that if Voldemort was defeated again, Purebloods could be wiped out if they didn’t tolerate and work with them.

At that train of thought soulful emerald eyes and midnight black hair fueled her imagination and ignited something deep within her. Forbidden, sinful, thoughts of a young man her son's age caused a heat to pool in her too long neglected womanhood. How young, virile, and relentless he would no doubt be as he brings her to the height of ecstasy again, and again, and again.

The complete opposite of her husband, who viewed the act of sex as procreation and nothing else. She'd put in enough time in this sham of a marriage. And now that Draco was rapidly approaching the age of majority, the only question in her mind was if she should just divorce Lucius or if he should suffer an unfortunate accident. Both options had valid points.

If he died, she could play the grieving widow. Taking care of her son and gaining sympathy. Narcissa could use the opportunity to change the path that Draco was going down, if it wasn't too late, and have him reconcile with Harry as cousins. And of course Harry would have to spend time with her in private lessons on Pureblood etiquette that he will need when he becomes a lord.

Then again, with the return of Voldemort, killing one of the Dark Lady's inner circle followers might not be well received. 

Divorce, however, is a surprisingly strong option. She could spin that scenario to her advantage by appearing to be a strong, independent woman that won't stand for her husband's inadequacy any longer.

Rita Skeeter, a truly vicious reporter, still owed her a favour or two from their Hogwarts days. Not that Narcissa would need to cash them in. Skeeter would jump at the chance for a tell all interview with the most scandalous divorcee in a century. She would be portrayed as a stifled housewife who became her own woman that her former husband just couldn't handle anymore. So they mutually decide it's for the best that they part ways.

And with an amicable break up now that their son was old enough to be less affected by his parents no longer living in the same house; as well as putting emphasis on how this was what they both wanted, should ensure that there would be no retaliation on Lucius' part.

That would free up her schedule to pursue her own interest on her own terms. Perhaps some position that would allow her to be in Hogwarts for a while. At least until Harry graduates. Then, she could start a new family with Harry once she caught his interest. She would have a few years to do this, to make it so that Harry would fall for her.

Back to the more immediate task, Narcissa still needed to secure Harry's safety before they could have their happily ever after.

Once she and her family entered the dining room, they were greeted to the sight of a slightly pouting beautiful woman. Pale, porcelain, blemish free skin is visible from what isn't covered by the comfortable looking, casual wear robe that adorns her. Slightly mussed dark hair fell well past her shoulders, further cementing the image that she'd only just gotten out of bed a short while ago.

But the most striking feature was her gorgeous angelic face that no artist could ever hope to capture completely on canvas. And deep pools of crimson red for eyes that anyone who gazes upon them can't help but be enthralled by their otherworldly beauty.

Narcissa knew that if she wanted to save Harry and have him for herself, she would first need to make this woman see sense. That, she didn't have to kill the Boy-Who-Lived, that he could be an ally and not an enemy. 

Little did she know that as she built her courage up to talk to the Dark Lady, Voldemort had other ideas for the boy. And none of them were about killing him,quite the opposite. 

You'll have to read the next chapter to see what happens next. 

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King's Cross Station - Back with Harry and Hermione after leaving the Malfoy’s:

Once Harry and Hermione left the Malfoys, they walked through the barrier of Platform 9¾ in hand by hand.

Arriving amidst the bustling crowd of travellers, Hermione was quickly able to notice her parents waiting for her on the other side.

"Come on Harry, let's go meet my parents!" The brunette said excitedly as she dragged Harry along with her.

The black haired teen swallows his nervousness, having had the last part of the trip to mentally prepare himself for this moment. It's not like they were going to tell her parents what they had been up to since they left Hogwarts after all. So he should have nothing to worry about.

"Mum, dad, this is Harry Potter." She introduces without preamble.

Giving Mr. Granger's hand a firm shake and bushing his lips against the back of Mrs. Granger's, Harry greets the two parents of his best friend. "Good afternoon Mr. and Mrs. Granger."

Harry had forgotten where Hermione got her looks from. But she had wavy brown hair unlike Hermione who had frizzy hair, and although she was older, she kept in excellent shape and was great looking. For a buff few moments, Harry had images of himself fucking her and her daughter together, having some fun with mother and daughter. But he knew that it would never happen, he wasn’t that lucky, that, and she was married. He would never break up a family.

Although, he did wish that his lust was under control, seeing how he wanted sex more and more nowadays and had these sorts of images. But what Harry didn’t know was that because this was something he wanted, even though he knew normally he would be able to get it, the Blood Protection within him was at work to try and make it happen.

The first part was easy enough, like any woman that it believed useful to its host or if its host wanted the woman, it would simply alter the woman’s thoughts and make it so that she would go with its host. No, the hard part was how to get rid of the man in the woman’s life. Its host didn’t want to break this marriage up, so that meant that it needed to come up with another way for the man to disappear.

To the Blood Protection, there was only one way it could think of, the man had to die. 

Sure, the family would be broken, but its host wouldn’t feel guilty that he was fucking the woman whilst her husband was alive. Now the problem was how to get rid of the man. The Blood Protection knew that it couldn’t make the man kill himself, as it didn’t have the power over men. No, it had to think of another way.

Then as the Blood Protection started to plot how to get what its host wanted, it sensed the very thing that could help it get what his host wanted.

"Please Harry, Dan and Emma. You're our daughter's best friend and I think we know you well enough from the letters she's written home about you.” Dan said with a smile, “Besides we met you briefly a few years ago in Diagon Alley already." 

"Yes we're thrilled to have you looking after our daughter." Emma continues.

"How could I not? She's been my best friend and has been there for me through thick and thin." Harry informed them with a warm smile.

Hermione blushes at these kind words, and gives him a tight hug for his efforts and some small talk, promises to keep in touch.

But that's when shit hit the fan. The moment Hermione bid Harry goodbye and began to walk away, a witch and a wizard began to attack the area. These two were soon stopped by another witch, but not before the witch killed Dan.

You see, this was all down to the Blood Protection. As it was plotting a way to get rid of Hermione’s father, it sensed a hostile presence aiming towards its host. Sensing that it was a female and thanks to bonds being removed from it, the Blood Protection was able to get a quick look at the lady's surface thoughts. She and her male friend were Voldemort's believers and wanted a way to make a name for themselves before they went to the Dark Lord to ask to join him.

Normally, the Blood Protection would make it so the female would think whatever they would do next, would be for the benefit of its host. But not this time though, instead, it made it so that the woman thought that the best way to gain the Dark Lord's favour was to kill the Boy-Who-Lived. To remove an obstacle that was in the Dark Lord’s way to rule the Wizarding World. Then the Blood Protection made it so that it convince the lady to convince  her friend to help her, so that both of them would make a name for themselves as the ones who defeated the Boy-Who-Lived. 

Whilst the Blood Protection was convinced that its host could protect himself, it wouldn’t have thought of doing this unless it didn’t sense another witch who could protect its host, just in case things went south - an Auror. She and a few others were there to make sure the children were safe and to make sure no First Year got too excited and used magic in the Muggle Area.

As planned, the Dark Witch and her friend attacked the area, thinking they could make a name for themselves with the Dark Lord. Because no one was suspecting an attack in the Muggle Train Station, there were a few people that were killed, Dan included who died to protect Hermione. It was thanks to the quirk actions of the Aurors that there weren’t more deaths. Harry was able to defend himself, by using wandless magic. Unfortunately, in the chaos, the female Death Eater escaped before she could be caught. 

After the sudden attack, the Aurors that were there took reports and altered the muggle's memories of what happened there. Once they were finished with the Aurors, a group of Aurors took a crying Hermione and Emma home to let their family know what happened to Dan, or at least the story that the Aurors gave them to tell people. They also had to deal with Dan’s funeral too.

As for Harry, other than seeing Holly again, he was dreading having to see his relatives again, especially with what happened not long ago. He was thankful that his uncle was late this year in picking him up, as he didn’t want to hear what his uncle might have said about it all.

As usual, his uncle was gruff as always, tightly restraining himself from shouting like he wanted to in order to appear normal in such a public venue.

Dudley was his usual annoying self, in that he kept making known what a trial it was for him that he didn't currently have anything delicious to eat, interspersed with calling Harry names, and making demands for things he wanted.

Holly was as sweet as usual towards him, caring and wanting to know how he was, even if her father and brother were giving her dirty looks. In fact, as Harry thought about it, she seemed to be a bit more overprotective and smothering than normal, wanting to do things for him. Harry suspected that she could tell that everything wasn’t alright as he told her it was. 

He didn’t realize that she was having feelings for her cousin that they shouldn’t be having because they were blood related. That she would be willing to do whatever it took for him to take her and use her as he wanted, something that she always thought about but until now those feelings were stronger than ever. Neither of them realized that it was down to the Blood Protection reworking Holly to fit her new role, not only as a carer for Harry than she already was, but a bed warmer if Harry desired it. So that Holly would be willing to do so without a second thought.

As for his Aunt Petunia, she was the most curious however. All through the trip home she kept glancing at him when she thought he wasn't looking. The strange part, however, was how she wasn't looking at him with disdain like he expected, but with an emotion that he couldn't quite put his finger on. If he had to guess it looked somewhat like guilt, or remorse. But having never seen the look on his aunt before he didn't recognize it.

'Oh well, that’s the least of my problems.' he thought to himself. He'd just have to content himself with looking forward to hearing from Hermione, and maybe getting to visit her this summer.

To Be Continued!!