Chapter Fifteen
Harry looked around the small room with a bit of confusion, "Urh..." he said, and then cleared his throat. "Bellatrix?"
"I'm here" came her voice from behind a vanity screen.
Harry was about to say something else when something caught his attention. He tracked the movement of the tiny and supposedly invisible thing. His hands adjusted his glasses, sliding down an arm and activating full invisibility viewing.
"Potter?" Bellatrix called out.
"Yeah, bear with me" Harry said, a slight smile on his face. With speed born of catching many a snitch his arm shot out like lightning and grabbed the tiny device.
-oOo-
"AWWW" Cissy almost yelled.
"Poot" Fleur said pouting.
-oOo-
"Just had to deal with something. Are you coming out?" Harry asked.
"I'm not entirely sure" Bellatrix replied, her voice holding a note of humour, which surprised Harry a little. But he remembered well Cissy's words.
"Why is that? I was hoping to talk to you" Harry said his tone serious, but fairly light still.
Bellatrix then walked out from behind the divider. The way she looked caused Harry a moment of surprise. She had done her hair, applied make up and was wearing a long silk gown in a dressing gown style. It covered her from mid calf to almost her neck. Only showing that her legs were bare, and she was wearing a surprisingly high pair of heels. Heels were not widely used by witches in the wizarding world Harry had noted, with some disappointment. Some did, Cissy for one, others like oddly enough Rita Skeeter did. He hadn't expected Bellatrix to make an effort though, and since she was looking rather attractive at that moment it was obvious she had. A part of him had always registered the fact she was a beautiful woman. It was just usually somewhat covered by the fact she wasn't dressed in an attractive way. She didn't normally seem to bother with makeup and her hair was best described as a nest. At that moment, it was in a wispy kind of bun, piled on top of her head. Her lips moist and red, her eyes make to stand out a bit with her eye shadow.
It was a bit of a shock.
She smiled slightly, which further shocked Harry. "You look surprised." she noted, coming round to sit on the bed in front of him. One leg crossed over the other and flashing a little more leg. He had to admit... she had a nice set of stems. More shocks, he wasn't sure he could take many more.
"I urh... Look, this is a little too much like rape for my liking. So I have to give you the option of saying No." Harry said, running a hand through his hair.
Bellatrix blinked her shock at him. Cissy's words springing to her mind.
"So if you don't want to do this... I may be able to find another way to help you, to keep you free from the contract. Or, if you wanted, I could Obliviate these last few days from your mind. Then put you in Fuck Faces path. Without knowing what's been done, or where you were. You could continue as you were I suppose. Or like I said, I'll find another way."
"Fuck Face?" she asked, fearing she knew the answer to that one.
"Voldemort." Harry replied.
Bellatrix found herself looking around, half expecting the Dark Lord to show up.
Harry smirked at that. He didn't say anything, waiting for her to answer him.
"I wasn't expecting that" she admitted. She eyed his clenched hand with a little worry.
Harry noticed her gaze. "This is holding something, not to hurt you. We picked up a couple of spies" he said with a wry smile.
Bellatrix smirked. "I think, all things considered... I'd like to have sex thanks"
Harry blinked, 'oh look; more shock' he thought with some mirth.
"Urh... I wasn't expecting that." Harry admitted.
"It seems to be the night for it. I have an offer for you as well." Bellatrix said, "Or options if you like."
Harry looked at her curiously. "Go on." he prompted.
"I can... well use my mouth. Bring you close. You stick it in, flail at me till you conclude and it's done."
Harry smirked slightly, "Wow; that sounds like a lot of fun" he said voice thick with irony.
"Pretty much my thoughts. Or, well, this is likely to be the last time I have sex in my entire life. I would prefer to enjoy it; to have something to keep me warm at nights in memory. So, I suggest we do this... properly. I realise you owe me nothing and probably just want to get it over with. So, if you do this... properly... I have something for you in return." she said and reached into the pocket of her gown. She then held up a sheet of parchment. "This is the only piece of information I actually have. As a sign of good faith, I give it to you now" she said handing it over.
Harry took it and glanced at it. There was an address. "What's this?"
"The location of a Death Eater Training Facility." she said.
Harry nodded, "Thank you." he laughed, "I wasn't expecting that... Or any of this I have to admit."
She smiled slightly, "I want to actually have sex. Not just fulfil a contract. If you so wish, I will do that. But since I have given you that, I'm hoping I've shown you willing."
Harry nodded, "Yeah, urm... this is bloody awkward isn't it" he said with a half smile.
"A little" she admitted a slight smile gracing her face.
He looked at her for a long moment, causing her to shift a little uncomfortably. His eyes drifted down her form. He had to admit, she was hot. He just had to forget, he could do that. He bundled up all the negative thoughts, shutting them in a room in his mental construct. Locking and warding the mental door and sealing it with every ounce of will power he had. He nodded, and then smiled charmingly. "You know... You've actually very beautiful"
Bellatrix blinked then smiled sexily, "You know... You're actually very sexy... I mean Handsome." she blushed slightly as Harry laughed.
She stood up and walked to him half expecting a slap or for him to flinch away. He didn't, for which she was grateful. "Cissy tells me you're gentle?" she asked, in the form of a statement.
"I can be" he said, his voice becoming a bit of a purr. This close up, she was causing his libido to shout louder than the muffled denials from behind his mental doorway. He was glad of that.
She licked her lips, smiling slightly. "If I kiss you... will you kiss me back?" she asked.
Kissing was not in his original game plan. But this was so far off of his original plan it was funny. "I might" he said with a slight smile.
"Life is risk" she muttered then moved in and kissed him.
-oOo-
"I can't believe he saw it" Cissy said with a frown. "He's full of tricks isn't he?"
"Oui. I am more surprised he 'as not chucked it out yet." Fleur noted wryly. "Look, it iz in his hand I think."
Cissy nodded, looking at the image on the wall, which had suddenly changed. The view was dizzying for a moment.
Then, "OH MY FUCKING GOD!" was heard clearly in Harry's voice.
The view swam a bit more as the bug stabilised. It showed Harry flat on his back, Bella's head on his lap. A closer inspection showed that Harry was gripping the bed clothes like crazy. Bella's head was actually pushed down on him. A gagging noise and she started to raise her head.
"Merde sainte!" Fleur breathed.
Cissy chuckled, "Go Bella" she said. She watched her sister revealing more and more of Harry's rock hard shaft as she rose up him. Then she pushed back down again.
"She has him deep" Fleur noted.
"FUCK ME" Harry yelled, his eyes rolling around in his head.
-oOo-
He could take much more of this, dear sweet god in heaven he couldn't. "FUCK" he yelped as her lips worked around his cock, her tongue doing things to the back of his shaft he was fairly sure should be illegal. Then she sucked hard and lifted up, coming off of the end of his cock with a loud wet pop.
She smiled up at him. Her eyes wicked, in a way he LIKED.
"Holy crap" Harry breathed.
Her smile became sultry and she licked his crown and began to slurp back down his shaft again.
Harry blinked and held onto the bed clothes as if his life depended on it.
-oOo-
"MERLIN ON A BIKE THAT'S GOOD"
Fleur turned to Cissy, "Your Sister, she is talented, non?"
Cissy laughed, she half wished she was the one doing that to Harry. But in a way, it was good Bella was managing to drive Harry wild. It meant the two may find a way to coexist, even if it was a purely sexual relationship. "She had a bit of a reputation at school for... that" she said with a nod to their 'TV'.
"I must get tips" Fleur said, sitting back and crossing one leg over the other, "Zis is better than the Porn show"
-oOo-
"Oh god, no no no, not again. Bell let up please!" Harry panted, not realising he had just used a virtual endearment.
Bellatrix did though, which caused her some shock. But then she had felt that several times so far. Not the least of which was when she had hooked him out of his underwear. "Sweet Morgana" she said eyeing his cock hungrily, "I'm going to enjoy this" she said.
Harry smiled slightly, his mind swimming still and not entirely clear. He was just glad he'd gotten her to let up. He was dangerously close before.
He'd experienced a few blow jobs now. Fleur had been... amazing. Cissy was artful, and the combined feeling was incredible. Lav had been inexperienced but nice. Cho had been comical almost and Tracey had been hot and wet and sensual. What Bell had just done to him had been the single most intense feeling in his entire life. He was still shivering from it. During the course of her assault with intent to make orgasm he had a bit of a revelation as well. An important... sectioning had happened in his mind. Bellatrix LeStrange was a monster, the evil witch that had killed and tortured. Bellatrix Black was a victim, as much as Bellatrix LeStranges victims had been. Bell though was a wild cat and probably the best head he'd had or was likely to have.
Bell liked his cock upwards and licked him from end to tip with the flat of her tongue rubbing him around her face. Her throat was emitting almost a purr and she was away with it. The feel of his silky hard manhood on her face was divine to her. If this was to be the last time she had sex. She was GLAD it was with him. How strange was that? He had been her enemy and now she was his, utterly his. She hummed her way to putting the crown of his cock in her mouth and sucked as hard as she could, her cheeks going conclave.
"Oh fuck" Harry breathed, or meant to it actually sounded more like, "OH FKKCUUCOCO"
Bell laughed, and since he was still in her mouth it sent even more sensation up into his body. Harry felt like smacking himself in the side of the head. To hopefully make his eyes actually uncross and face forward. "Too much" he breathed.
Bell didn't care. Her hand beginning to work up and down his length and she sucked with all her might. Then her head began to bob up and down in time with her hand, which twisted slightly.
Harry's knuckles turned white as he held the sheet as hard as he could. The bug had long since been forgotten by that point. Frankly, his eyesight was starting to tunnel more than a little. Realising he had to stop her, but not really wanting to, he grabbed her head and pulled upwards. "Whoa" he said. Breathing hard, he sat up, forcing Bell back onto her haunches. Going on Automatic he was kissing her with passion. Now totally in the moment, all reservations had pretty much left him. Later he would come to realise how sad it was. A blow job could pretty much make a bloke forget anything, even who it was he was about to shag, but at this point he had already put her into boxes in his head. He was about to shag Bell, and by god he was going to make her pay. Of course, she would likely enjoy her punishment.
He mentally shrugged. Frankly he no longer gave a fuck.
Bell reached up and her arms curled around him neck. Then he lifted her up, standing as he did so. Swapping positions in such a way that she ended up standing on the bed. They finally broke the kiss and looked at each other. Both feeling intense lust and only thinking of the upcoming sex they were going to have.
"Off" Bell ordered. Her meaning was clear as she was pushing off his coat as she said it.
A flurry, a few seconds, and Harry had his clothes off. His was mouth aiming for and hitting her neck, where he laid kisses down the slender arc of it. Bell mewed in pleasure. Her hands moving down to her belt she undid her gown. Letting the belt fall away and the sides of it come free.
Harry stopped kissing her neck, working his way downwards. Trailing hot kisses down the naked skin he found. More and more of her was revealed to his hungry mouth and eyes. Eventually his head moved around and he sucked a hard brown nipple in to his mouth.
Bell cupped the back of his head, a sexy smile on her face and eyes closing in pleasure. She let out a gasp as his tongue toyed with her nipple, his mouth sucking teeth scrapping just enough to send a thrill straight to her core.
He let her pop out of his mouth and used his hands to push the gown off of her shoulders. Then backed away and took her in. She was slender, with enough curves to make her erotic. Modestly sized breasts tipped with hard brown nipples. He cupped one, running his hand around the swell of her breast. She sighed and leaned into his grip. He caught a nipple between his thumb and forefinger and tweaked it. The sensation made her gasp in pleasure.
Bell looked into his emerald eyes, seeing the rampant lust in their depths. The sight caused her to smile. "I'm going to fuck you" she said, her voice rough with desire.
"No" Harry said. Causing her a moment of panic, "I'm going to fuck you" he continued.
"God you just made me wet" she said leaning down she kissed him hotly, and then gasped in surprise.
Harry pulled his hand from between her legs and pulled back, his eyes shining with dark, lustful humour. "So I did" he commented, his voice a silky purr.
Bell actually gulped. Then moved forward, wrapping her legs around him she twisted. Sending Harry back first on to the bed. She landed astride his chest, with her moist sex rubbing on his pectorals. With a sultry grin she leaned backwards. She thrust her breasts upwards for his viewing pleasure as she grasped his shaft and worked him with her hand. Her eyes filled with carnal promise she looked down at him. One lip caught between white teeth as she moved her hand up and down his length, holding him tightly.
Harry growled low in his throat at the sight of her. She was pretty much a dream, a warm, wet one. He reached up, touching and toying with her breasts as she just continued to slowly and teasingly rub his manhood. Then she stopped, moving from his grip and letting go of his cock.
She lifted herself a bit, rubbing her pussy against the crown of his cock. Then eyes locked to his she slowly pushed him inside of her. Her outer lips parted, and then sank him into her hot, moist sex.
"Ohhhhgoood" Harry drawled, "Tight, hot... goooodd" he growled out in a sexually charged tone.
Bell's eyes were unfocused, just feeling him sliding into her, centimetre by centimetre, every vein and bump, every tiny part of him pushing into her. "It's been too long" she noted, her voice rough. Then finally, she sank all the way down, meeting his body again. "Far too long"
Harry's hands found her hips. Their eyes met for a beat or two of time. Then they began to move against each other.
-oOo-
Cissy couldn't breathe, and glancing over she noticed Fleur was having trouble. "Is it me or are they..."
"Good." Fleur noted with a nod.
"Hot more like" Cissy said, then blushed, "Oh god that's my sister I just said that about." she noted before laughing.
Fleur joined her, but neither of them took their eyes off of the union before them. Fleur made the bug move around a bit so it was side on to the 'couple' on the bed. Bella's thighs were tensing and untensing as she moved Harry inside of her. Harry's hands left a mark from where he was helping Bella to move on his shaft. They were still looking at each other. Frankly, it was obvious that neither remembered by that point who the other really was. Cissy kind of hoped they never did. Oh dear Merlin she wanted some of what Harry had. From the look on her sister's face it was to be enjoyed.
"Il est magnifique!" Fleur said, breathlessly.
Cissy could only nod her agreement.
-oOo-
Bell sped up slightly. Her eyes closing as she just swam in the sensations flowing around her body. "So good" she breathed, her breasts starting to bounce with her movements.
Harry's head fell back on the bed for a moment. He too was 'In the Moment' now.
Bells hips began to rock with more focus, making sure Harry hit 'that spot' with every thrust. It had been a long time since she had experienced sex, and possibly it was just a bad memory, but this was somewhat better than she remembered. Her breathing quickened. Her mouth fell open, her chest flushed. Blood flew around her system and muscles flowing as she rode atop of Harry.
"Oh god" Harry breathed, she was making it so full of sensation with every thrust he was losing control. He was not yet, that, experienced with sex. So he was hoping he was going to last. He wanted her to come. He needed her to.
Bella began to make small noises with every thrust. Small cries and expirations of pleasure that built in volume the more she thrust against him. Her head tipped back and she cried out to the roof, her body arched. Her pelvis rocked, her body thrummed with the beginnings of an orgasm. An orgasm she was sure would make her black out. It started low, building exponentially. A tingle at first, building to an ache, one she needed to release. The rocked harder, and faster, pushing him deep into her core. Clenching with every muscle she could, holding him in a velveteen grip.
Harry's entire world was the feelings he was experiencing, that and the desire not to lose control. He held on with all his might. But the longer they continued, the closer he got. No amount of will power was helping. The erotic noises coming from Bell weren't helping either. He felt her change position. Her hands gripped his chest. A hard, almost painful grip as she braced herself. Her movements became less practised, more desperate and instinctual. Faster and faster, hard and harder. Her nails dug into him, but the pain just made it even harder to hold on.
"Come, come, come" she began to chant, her voice low almost a whisper. One that grew in volume, "Come, Come, Come" she panted, "I'm going to, come for me" she said, sounding almost lucid. Harry opened his eyes, locking with hers. Another, hard thrust and the world exploded for them both.
Neither was sure when it happened, but they came back to themselves to realise they were virtually yelling. Both were blown over with the intensity of a joint orgasm. Bell fluttered around his cock, spasms of her vaginal muscles milking him for all he was worth. His face was a grimace of almost pain, mostly pleasure. Both were tensed for a long moment, and then...melted.
Bell fell forward onto his chest.
They breathed hard, neither saying anything for a long moment. Then Bell laughed. This was not something Harry was sure he was happy about hearing at that moment. Then she said, "Oh my fucking sweet Morgan that was good. Thank you, Thank you, Thank you." she panted.
Harry didn't actually trust his voice. Instead he wrapped his arms around her and just held her quivering form.
They lay like that for a long time. Then Bell chuckled again. "What?" Harry asked, his tone humorous as well.
"You're getting hard." she pointed out.
"I have a beautiful woman on top of me... Well... I'm a teenager and you're hot. It's a simple equation" he said with a wry tone.
Bell pushed back, holding herself on her elbows so she could look into his eyes. Her smile was sultry as she asked, "Again?"
Harry paused. By rights he had done what was required of him. But... "Oh hell yeah"
-oOo-
Bell staggered out of the room that morning, her hair was a mess. Her makeup, what was left of it was smeared across her face. But there was also a smile that would have to be nuked off of her face.
She took one look at Fleur and Cissy and burst into laughter. That in turn woke the two blond beauties up.
They looked at each Bell, and then looked at each other. Seeing what she was laughing at they both exploded into laughter. They paused, pointing at each other.
Over each of their heads was a sign that read, "Voyeur..." which flashed to "Perverted" so at any one time read from one to the other it said, "Perverted Voyeur."
Bell lost her footing, limping along on one heel, which had remarkable managed to stay on her foot. She fell flat on her arse as she laughed herself silly.
Fleur growled playfully, "I will get 'im for zis" she noted.
Cissy calmed her laughter and looked at Bella, "How are you sister dear?" she asked her tone amused.
"Truthfully?" Bell asked semi serious.
"Of course" Cissy replied, now serious too.
Bell grinned, "Shagged... Well and truly Shagged senseless." she replied. That set Fleur off again with Cissy following shortly after her.
-oOo-
Harry walked into the Great Hall in a bit of a daze. He had just spent the entire night having sex, which was fantastic. It was also fantastic sex. But...
It was the 'but' that was leaving him a little weirded out. He looked at the breakfast table where his House sat. Ron glared at him, Ginny blushed and Hermione avoided his gaze. They didn't know. Didn't know what he had done. Dear god had done and bloody enjoyed it too. There was Neville smiling at him and Harry felt a pang. He had convinced himself that he had sex with Bell, the person Bellatrix LeStrange was before the marriage, before she became a monster and murderer. But looking at Nev smiling with his friends reminded Harry that Bellatrix LeStrange had tortured Nev's parents in to actually insanity. They were comatose in St Mungo's curse ward.
Dear god but it had been good.
He couldn't get that out of his head. She was amazing. Willing and able in ways that frankly Harry had no idea a woman could be. He stood still looking at his house table, finding himself unwilling or just plain unable to join them. Last night he had done something that they wouldn't understand, or forgive. They wouldn't see that Bell was different, that she wasn't Bellatrix LeStrange. How could he make them understand that?
Hermione was looking at him now. Ron had stopped glaring and looked concerned. Even Ginny had quit blushing. It must show on his face; the guilt, the feeling of dread. Dear god he had to cover his tracks somehow. He was panicking. He never panicked. What the hell was he doing? He was just standing rooted in place. It would be more than obvious he had done something wrong.
Was it wrong? Was it really wrong? Part of him screamed YES. Another part, a newer part, shouted HELL NO.
Hermione was standing. Her face was a picture of concern.
'Dear God, don't let her get to me before I cover this in my head.' Harry thought to himself.
God he couldn't get it out of his head. Her skin, her eyes, her face... God was he ... no, he wouldn't, couldn't go and fall for her. Hell no. But she had turned him upside down. Shocked the ever living shit out of him and blown his socks off in one night. In his heart he knew he'd been with Bell, but they wouldn't understand that. Nev wouldn't care about a difference like that. 'God, how do I make that up to him?' Harry thought. His eyes latching on to his friends now concerned face.
It was no shock they were concerned. Perhaps they would get the wrong end of the stick. He bloody hoped they would. The idea that he would shag Bellatrix probably wouldn't occur to them any time soon. He had that. Why did he feel so damn guilty? He hadn't done wrong, had he?
Yes, he supposed he had really.
But he had done it for a friend, someone he did care about. The only trouble was that he had been shown something he had not been expecting. During the times when they hadn't been having sex, which was rare. He had caught a glimpse of a vivacious and funny woman. That had been... shocking.
Hermione was getting closer and he was drawing some funny looks now. He couldn't handle this, not right now. Magic was beginning to swirl around him, he didn't even notice. Hermione did and her step faltered.
Finally he realised that his magic was trying to work for him, but he couldn't allow it to whisk him off. With force of will he focused and pulled it back under his control. He was still leaking power atrociously, an outward sign of the inner battle. He shook himself, mentally and physically. He had to make this right. Had to try to make them see... or did he?
Before he had a chance to stop it, his magic flared dramatically, an invisible pulse and shock wave blew out of him like an explosion. Not a single hair moved. No one appeared to notice he had just cast an enormous spell. Fuck, he didn't even know what he had just cast. What the fuck was he doing?
He calmed himself. God he felt tired all of a sudden. His legs buckled under him. His eyes rolled into the top of his head. 'Wow that was a lot of magic.' he thought, 'Is it getting dark in here?'
-oOo-
As Harry's friends crowded around his now unconscious form the spell he had unwittingly cast spread. First it tapped into the wells of magic in Hogwarts. Magnifying the spell's power exponentially, the wards of Hogwarts were used like a bell to amplify the speed of the spell. From there it exploded outwards. Rolling across first the UK, it then spread outwards across the world at the speed of light.
As to the function of the spell? Not even Harry knew that... yet.
-oOo-
"Urh... my head." Harry groaned as he woke up. He looked around and let out a sigh. He had hoped to avoid the infirmary for a change. He appeared to be alone. Frankly he had no idea what the time was. But there was at least daylight flooding into the ward. So he hoped it was the same day and he had not been out that long. He sat up, noticing that his clothes had been transfigured into sleep wear. His coat, immune to such things was on a chair next to him.
He slid out of bed and with a thought was dressed casually. Frankly he didn't know if school was in session or not. He then put his ever present coat over the top of everything and peeked out of the curtain.
No one was around, which was good. It was also bad he supposed. He'd need to tell someone he was checking out after all. Shaking his head he walked over to the Matron's office and knocked on the door frame.
The nurse popped her head out of the door and scowled at him, "Mr Potter... What are you doing out of bed?" she asked.
"Checking out, Madam Pomfrey" he said with a charming smile.
"I don't think so..." she began only to be cut off when Harry raised his hand.
"I'm not strictly speaking a student, Madam Pomfrey, so I can check out when I like," he paused, making sure he would get the point across. "I like. As much as I adore your company, I really need to get back to my day. Speaking of which, what day is it and what time is it?" he asked with another charming smile.
She shook her head and tutted at him.
"Madam Pomfrey" Dumbledore said from behind him. Harry twirled around and dropped into a fighting stance as he did. The Headmaster raised an eyebrow but kept on talking, "May not be able to stop you... But I can Harry."
Harry shook his head, "I'm fine; really, I'm fine." he said shortly. "I love Madam Pomfrey, she knows that" he said tossing her a smile, "But I hate it in here."
"If you just let Madam Pomfrey check you out, then I may see my way clear to letting you leave Harry" Albus said with a slight smile.
Harry smirked, then held out his hands, "Go on then" he said.
Madam Pomfrey picked up her wand and began casting over him. Harry noted what she was doing, and tried to use his knowledge to see what spells she was using. He got less than half of them. Shame he couldn't mind dump her, that knowledge may be helpful. Once again, his magic reached out on his will and the next thing he knew he was staggering again, slightly. A wealth of knowledge just sank into his head. This was NOT good. Not good at all. He had to regain a handle on his magic. Before he did something like hurt someone with a stray thought. Luckily the School Nurse appeared to have not even noticed the 'theft'.
It was still more than a little worrying. Useful as it may be, he didn't want to lose control. The possible ramifications of that could be... explosive.
Perhaps that was it. Perhaps this was the power he knew not. Perhaps he was supposed to walk up to Voldemort and just go boom.
Somehow he doubted that.
"Are you well Harry?" Dumbledore asked, steadying the young man.
"I really am. I just had some power fluctuations" Harry said, hedging like mad.
Dumbledore's eyes looked grave, "Perhaps you should stay out of lessons for the day Harry?"
"I think that might be an idea, Headmaster" Harry admitted.
"Well, physically he is fine. His power levels are as impressive as ever. Frankly I see no real need for him to stay here" Madam Pomfrey inserted into the conversation.
"Then I would suggest that you go to your room" Dumbledore said pleasantly.
Harry smirked, "You're sending me to my room?" he said with a chuckle.
Dumbledore laughed as well, "Not quite what I meant. Merely that you should..."
"...stay away from people till I get a handle on the... power fluctuations?" Harry asked.
Dumbledore nodded, "Practising your Occlumancy exercises. The ones you learned originally to clear your mind and focus will help." he said. "During your stage of life it is not unusual to have such fluctuations"
'Not like this' Harry thought, but wisely didn't vocalise.
"I have somewhere ... out of the way." Harry said, "Permission to leave the grounds sir?"
Dumbledore paused a moment before nodding. He had a feeling that Harry was being polite and would do it anyway. "I will inform your friends that you are not to be disturbed for a few days."
"Thank you sir." Harry said turning to leave.
"Harry" the professor called out, "If you see her... Do say hello to Bell for me."
Harry looked like someone had hit him over the head with a nine iron.
-oOo-
Harry arrived on The Isle of Black the other side of the Island from the castle. He would go up there soon enough. Right now he had to figure out what the fuck was going on. Dumbledore had not been trying to trip him up, or threatening him. He had looked like it was a genuine off the cuff comment. Passing on a greeting to someone he liked...
"What the Fuck" Harry vocalised. Since he was in the dense forest that covered most of the island, he doubted that anyone would hear him.
Birds twittered and animals moved around, but other than that it was pretty quiet. That was just as well. Harry went over his memories of what had happened before he blacked out. The sheer power he had channelled was beyond anything he had experienced before. So whatever the spell was it had taken a lot of juice. Whatever it had done, and he had a few ideas, it even affected a master Occlumens. So it wasn't mental magic. But what the bloody hell was it? That was the question of the day... Along with, what the hell was his magic up to?
A mere thought and a spell that powerful had been cast like it was nothing. That was damn right dangerous. Would he AK someone because they annoyed him?
He would like to think he wouldn't. Right at that moment though, he wasn't too sure about it. That was bad. When he had first gotten this power, or extra power, or whatever it was, he had promised himself to remain in control. He wasn't and that scared him a lot.
He dropped down ending up sat Indian fashion on the floor. He closed his eyes, and ignored the world around him. Instead he began to take notice of his breathing. In, out, in, out. Slow, steady, deep and pure breaths.
He allowed the world to slide away from him, entering his mental construct. It was harder than it should've been. He was a little weirded out, and he had to admit scared. Once there though he noticed the old place was looking a little fuzzy.
That wasn't a good sign at all.
With full force of his will he focused it into proper crisp imagery.
Then he began to study.
-oOo-
Hermione looked around the dinner table. She noticed very quickly that her dark haired friend was nowhere to be seen. This worried her on many levels. Was he avoiding her? Was he still ill? Was he avoiding Ron? Was he Avoiding Ginny?
Being intelligent was occasionally a pain in the arse she had to admit.
"Have you seen Harry" she asked her red haired friend, forgetting for a moment that Ron and Harry had fallen out. That in fact, she had fallen out with him.
He turned to her, a slightly puzzled look on his face, but there was also a little worry, "Nope" he replied.
Lavender then attracted his attention and Hermione had lost him again. She rolled her eyes. Lavender was so blood needy it wasn't even funny. It didn't help her with her current predicament though.
She looked around, wondering who she could ask. Ginny was out. Hermione was fairly sure Harry would be avoiding her for some time to come. She looked for worried faces instead. That turned out to be an education.
Ravenclaw, Cho and Luna were both casting glances over and around, obviously looking for someone. That someone just had to be Harry.
Hufflepuff, Susan Bones was looking around too. Less concerned, but since her best friend was sat beside her and also looking around... It had to be Harry she was looking for.
Slytheryn. That was probably the most confusing. Tracey Davis, Daphne Greengrass and most odd of all Pansy Parkinson were looking for Harry as well. It was obvious they were, because they kept looking at the empty chair beside Hermione.
Her own house wasn't quite so much of a surprise. Though Hermione noted a few interesting facts, Lavender, for one. She wasn't being all that subtle about it either. But Ron, bless him, was woefully inexperienced with women. Parv was looking around, Ginny too. Dean as well, but then Harry and he had gotten close of late. Sarah was looking around too, but Hermione suspected it was actually Tonks. Since Sarah had shown NO interest in anything Harry related before now.
Hermione turned her attention to the top table. Zabini and Professor Snape were looking confused until the Headmaster spoke to them. Then they looked worried, which worried Hermione.
The part of her that had placed her in Gryffindor came to the fore then. She got up and strode as confidently as she could towards the headmaster himself, waiting for him to notice her.
"Yes Miss Granger?" he asked pleasantly.
"I was wondering sir, if you know where Harry is?" she asked.
"Oh, I'm sorry my dear. I quite forgot. I was asked to tell you that Harry will be away a couple of days. I am unsure as to his exact location. But I know he is relaxed."
Hermione nodded, thinking it passing strange that the Headmaster would let control of Harry go so. Considering the vested interest they had in him after all. "Is he... well sir?" Hermione asked.
Dumbledore nodded, "Yes... but he is experiencing some minor fluctuations to his power. With one such as Harry that can be... of some concern to those around him. Not Harry himself, but random magic could conceivably hurt those he cares about. So he asked to leave the grounds until he 'has a handle on it' to quote."
'One Such as Harry' stuck in Hermione's mind. But she nodded, and thanked the Headmaster, who gave her permission to leave.
She walked back to her chair in a daze. Wondering what that phrase actually meant. It could mean that Harry was powerful. Everyone knew that he was powerful, but that just didn't seem to fit the phrasing to her. No, she was certain that Professor Dumbledore had not meant that at all.
But what had he meant?
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The forest whipped around him in almost a blur. Foliage and other items flashed past at a breakneck speed. He stretched out his legs, moving at a nice clip through the forest. He just revelled in his form. It wasn't often that he used his feline form. His draconian one was the more powerful of the two in a way.
He had sat and thought, and studied and concluded for the entire day. He had come up with a solution, but he wasn't sure how long it would really last. He had put in mental wards. Creating levels of power flow in his magical core. He could release each with a thought allowing more flow of power as needed. It was a bit like a series of taps in his mental landscape. Pnemnomic triggers was the proper name. Since one couldn't really ward oneself. It was a control mechanism though and he needed that. He had also shored up his Occlumancy shielding and gained some control over himself. Oddly enough, it was his draconian nature that had been the key there. The cool calculating and oddly primal force that it contained allowed him to find the extra will power he needed.
He leapt, claws digging into a tree and climbing up quick as a flash. Hitting the closest branch that could support his weight and stopping. He sank down, his tail flicking back and forth as his luminous green eyes surveyed his territory.
Changing to his feline form was part of his new regime. He used his forms and his magic steadily and constantly. In other words burning off some of the excess power he had. Though he wasn't sure he would call it excess. Either way, it helped his 'taps' as well. They were like a muscle; the more he tested them, used them, the better they would be, and the less likely to break under pressure.
The only thing he hadn't yet figured out was this accidental downloading he was doing. Not yet, but he would.
All in all he was actually quite proud he had gotten as far as he had.
All in all this episode had been a wakeup call. He still needed to find out a few things though. The spell he had cast being chief in that.
His tail slowed it's twitching as his eyes began to droop. Strictly speaking his form was nocturnal, but it had been a trying day. His eyes closed, his tail curled up and shortly afterwards a soft rumbling snore was heard.