Chapter 5: Chapter 5Notes:(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text"Do remember, before you practice in your free time, when you are casting a nonverbal spell, don't speak it in your mind; don't force it; just be calm; think about the spell you want to use and throw it; it will make it easier for you to succeed."
"Now that is all for today. I will see you in our class on Monday next week. Have a nice weekend." Harry told the 6th year class he was having as the bell ran, signalling the class was over.
Every student stood up and began packing their bag.
"And one last thing," Harry said, gaining the class's attention, "your homework is to write a 10-inch essay on the pros and cons of nonverbal casting and the hardest spell to cast without speaking."
The class groaned collectively at the mention of homework, but with one glare from Harry, they shut their mouths and nodded in acceptance.
Harry leaned back on his desk as he looked at his class emptying by the departing students and gave a smile to the students who stayed back to say goodbye to him.
One of those was Lily, who shyly smiled and waved at him, and Harry waved back at her, smiling.
The other one was Narcissa, who smirked at him and, with a sultry face, waved her fingers at him.
Harry chuckled and shook his head at the normally stone-faced, naughty witch, thinking about the next time he could have with her for their personal lesson, of course.
Unfortunately, he was broken out of his thoughts of a blue-eyed blonde girl sucking his dick by the sole remaining student.
"Thank you, Professor."
Harry blinked and looked at Remus, standing in front of him with his face and body looking a little tired, but a happy, excited smile was on his face.
"For what, Remus?" Harry furrowed.
"For your help," Remus said softly. "Because of you, for the first time in my life since I was turned, I had a peaceful and not painful full moon."
Harry's eyebrow rose as he realised why Remus looked a little exhausted today. Last night was the full moon, and he now remembered that Remus was here to thank him for the wolfsbane he gave to the young werewolf.
"Remus" Harry sighed and shook his head. "I already told you, you have nothing to thank me for."
"Still, professor, with your small help, you have changed my life for the better," Remus told him emotionally, "and made my fear less about who I am."
"If you want to thank me for making you feel less bad about yourself, then I will happily take your thanks because you desperately needed that and I am happy I could help," Harry grinned.
"Well, then, thank you for helping my self-esteem." Remus smiled.
"And I accept it." Harry nodded with a mock serious face, then cracked a smile. "Now I think it's getting late, and your friends must be waiting for you."
"You are right, professor," Remus said, and then, with hesitation, he stepped forward with his arms stretched.
Harry, releasing what he wanted, chuckled, opened his arms, and Remus dashed forward to hug him with all his strength.
"Thank you," Remus whispered with happy tears in his eyes.
Harry said nothing, but he patted his back comfortingly.
After a while, Remus pulled back, wiped his tears off his sleeve, and mumbled, "I should go back."
"You should, just like you, your friends also need a sleep after the late night you four had in the forest," Harry said with a mischievous smile.
Remus eyes widened. "How... did.. you?" He stuttered and then shook his head. "You no, what? I shouldn't be surprised that you know about what my friends are."
"Damn right," Harry smirked, arms crossed. "I am your teacher; I know everything."
Remus chuckled, and with a last bye, he jogged to his friends who were waiting for him as they made their way to Great Hall for dinner together.
Once the class was finally empty, Harry stretched his arms and popped his joints, but his body relaxation was stopped as an elf popped in and out of his class after dropping a slip on his desk.
"Oh, for fuck's sake." Harry groaned with a sour face, staring at the parchment. "What now?"
He picked up the slip and read what was written, and then, with a growl, he burned the slip in his hands wandlessly and let the ash fall to the ground.
He was assigned the duty to patrol the Hogsmeade tomorrow, as it was the day for the Hogsmeade weekend for the Hogwarts students.
Dropping down on his chair, he muttered while rubbing his face, "The old man can't even let me have one free, relaxing weekend."
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The next day, Harry, as assigned, was roaming the street of Hogsmeade as the students of the 3rd year and up were running around him excitedly while looking at the stores.
As much as he hated getting assigned this job on his free day, Harry actually felt relaxed and happy seeing the excited and happy faces of the young students.
And the most he was happy to see were the many shops of this lovely town, which were destroyed in his own world.
He remembered a time some year ago when he was exactly like these students, excited and eager to come here and visit the many colourful shops in this lively town.
Looking to his left at the Honeyduke, he recalled how he and Ron used to raid that shop for every sweet and candy.
A few steps ahead, he saw Scriven Shaft's Quill Shop and smiled as he remembered how Hermione used to drag him to that shop to buy the stationary things she had used every week.
And then his eyes accidentally went to his left, and his face soured as he stared at the horribly pink-coloured Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop.
Harry shuddered and closed his eyes, as he didn't even want to think about the horrible memories he had of that horror shop.
Fortunately, his eyes landed on the always-packed Three Broomsticks, and he smiled wistfully at the sudden memories he was hit with of the time he spent with his friends in there.
Shaking his head, he recalled how he had promised himself not to think about the memories of his past friends and only to make new ones with the new people in his life.
And speaking of that, there was one such new friend of his who was waving her and at him, signalling him to come inside the shop.
After looking at his surroundings carefully one last time and checking that everything was right, Harry made his way into the shop to the table of the beautiful red-haired girl who was waving at him.
"Hey Lily," Harry smiled at her and then at her friends sitting with her, "and too you as well, Marlene Alice and Dorcas."
"Hello Professor," all four girls greeted him with a smile.
"You can sit here," Lily said, shifting to her left and making space for him.
Harry thanked her, sat beside her, and smiled at his 6th-year students. "Please girls, today is a free day and we are outside of school, so I am not your professor here. You can call me by my name."
"Alright, Harry." As always, the most daring of them, Marlene, was the first to say his name.
"Do you come here every weekend, Harry?" Lily asked him with her beautiful, intriguing green eyes like his.
"No," Harry said, shaking his head. "To be honest with you, I was assigned the job of patrolling the town this week; that's why I am here; otherwise, I would be in bed snoring right now."
"Why professor?" Marlene leaned in, smirking. "Do we poor little students of yours tyre you so much?"
"Yes." Harry nodded with a deadpan face. "Yes, you do."
The girls burst into laughter, and Harry joined them.
"Ah, Harry, it's so nice to see you today in my humble abode." A young Madame Rosemerta came to their table with her voluptuous figure, stealing almost every male's eye.
Even Harry had a hard time not looking down at the cleavage she was proudly presenting in her tight corset.
The first time Harry saw Rosemerta in this world, he was shocked to see how beautiful she was. He already remembered how eye-catching and every boy fantasy she was in his time.
But now, at this time in the past, the young Rosemerta was even more beautiful.
And more than her beauty, it was how empathetic she was to him.
When he came into this world, Harry had spent many of his early days before the start of the school here with the young blonde bar owner, and Harry had enjoyed his time talking with someone his age.
It was safe to say they had become very fast friends.
"Nice to see you as well, Rosy," Harry smiled, using her nickname, shocking the girls sitting with him.
"You know I'm angry with you," Rosemerta cutely pouted, crossing her arms and making her big tits more pronounced.
"Why?" Harry asked, keeping his eyes on her face, familiar with Rosemerta's teasing tricks.
"You used to come here every day, but for the last two months you didn't even visit me once," Rosemerta huffed.
"I am sorry, Rosy." Harry sincerely apologised, "It's just that since the school has started, my workload has become so big that I didn't have time to come."
Rosy narrowed her eyes at him for a second, and then her lips curled into a smile as she giggled and softly hit his shoulder. "I was playing with you, Harry. I know you have been busy."
"Never change, Rosy." Harry sighed, shaking his head, but there was a smile on his face.
"Alright now," Rosemerta said, opening her small notebook. "What do you want to order?"
"Hmm," Harry hummed, looking at the menu, and then ordered, "fish and chips with a butterbeer would be nice."
"Okay," Rosemerta noted down and then smiled at him. "I'll be back with your order in a second."
Once she left while swaying her hips, Harry turned back to the girls and saw them looking at him with various different expressions on their faces.
"What?" Harry asked confusingly.
"You seemed very affectionate with Rosy Harry," Marlene smirked. "Is there something between you we don't know about?" She asked, wiggling her eyebrows.
Alice and Dorcas giggled at her question, while Harry noticed Lily looking at him with a serious face, as if she wanted to know the answer desperately.
"No, you gossip queen." Harry snorted, "There is nothing between us; me and her are just friends, and I used to come here almost daily before the school started."
"I guess if you say so," Marlene said in a sing-song tone.
From the corner of his eyes, Harry saw Lily exhaling a sigh of relief.
Thankfully for him, Marlene's teasing was cut short as Rosemerta came back with his order and put it in front of him.
"Here is your order," Rosemerta said, putting the big mug of butterbeer.
"Thank you, Rosy."
"Don't mention it," Rosemerta winked at him and then walked to the next table.
Harry dug into his meal hungrily while making small talks with the Gryffindor girls.
"Harry, what was your school life like?" Alice asked him.
"It was amazing and filled with more adventures than I would have liked," Harry chuckled, recalling the many life-or-death adventures he had with his friends.
"Like what?" Dorcas asked eagerly, and the other girls nodded with her.
"Well," Harry began while munching on his chips. "In my first year, I faced a cerebus."
"The giant, three-headed dog?" Lily exclaimed in shock.
"Yup," Harry nodded, "and then in my second year, I fought a basilisk."
The girls gasped with wide eyes, and Marlene squeaked, "You're bullshitting us."
Harry shook his head. "No, I'm not. I have the proof of it as well." He said, rolling up his shirt and showing them the large scar on his arm by the teeth of the basilisk, "The basilisk even bites me here."
"How are you even alive?" Lily whispered while touching his scar softly with her fingers.
"Because of the Phoenix tears," Harry smiled, remembering the headmaster familiar who saved his life.
"Please tell me that at least in the next few years you didn't face any monsters," Marlene pleaded with him.
Harry chuckled and scratched his head. "Well, in my third year, dementors were placed around my school because of a prison break."
The girl's eyes, if possible, widened even more.
"Is that when you learned the Patronus charm?" Lily asked him with her emerald-green eyes, looking at him with respect and admiration.
"What kind of school did you go to?" Marlene exclaimed in fear for his life, her face paler than before.
"The best one," Harry mischievously replied while laughing inside, thinking it was the same school they go to.
They continued their talk with Harry telling them more about his school life, including the fourth year where he had to face the dragon and others, but he didn't tell them anything about next year as that would really freak them out.
Unfortunately, they were interrupted in the form of marauders, or more specifically, an arrogant and annoying James Potter.
"Lily!" He yelled loudly as soon as he entered the bar and made his way towards their table. "I have been looking around for you for so long."
"Piss of Potter, I am not in the mood to argue with you right now," Lily said, barely hiding her anger.
"No need to get angry like that, darling." James put his hand up and smirked, "Come with me on a date, and I will make your mood better."
"Potter, how many times do I have to tell you that I will never go on a date with an idiot like you?" Lily growled, her face red with anger and embarrassment. "Is it really that hard for you to get that in that thick, empty skull of yours?"
"And before opening your mouth, at least look around with your eyes to check who I am sitting with," Lily added with a sweet fake smile.
"What-" James couldn't finish his sentence as his eyes fell on his defence professor. "Professor, sorry, I didn't see you there." He stuttered and apologised nervously under the steely gaze of his professor.
"Yes, I can see that," Harry dryly replied and raised his eyebrow, "but I did notice how you have been annoying and harassing Ms. Evan here."
"Harassing me? No, professor, you have got it wrong."James laughed and shook his head. "I wasn't harassing or annoying her; I was just asking a pretty girl for the date."
"And I don't know if you did it or not, but I saw how Lily didn't want to go with you anywhere," Harry told him, his eyes hard and intimidating.
"No, professor, you got it wr-"
"Let me remind you, Mr. Potter." Harry cut him off unkindly, leaned forward, and said it quitely. "As per my assigned duty today, I still have the power to deduct points from you and give you detention for your very inappropriate behaviour."
And that threat did it, as James finally shut his mouth and sulking and angrily walked to the table where the rest of the marauders were waiting for him.
Harry sighed and downed his butterbeer in one gulp.
He had really thought that what others had told him about his father constantly pestering his mother to death for a date was wrong.
But now, back in time, he was starting to realise it was all true; in fact, he thought it was worse, and Harry didn't know how Lily tolerated James.
Putting down his mug, he looked at the girls staring at him.
"Thank you, Harry," Lily thanked with a pretty smile on her face and her soft hand on his elbow.
"No need, Lily." Harry shook his head and smiled back at her. "Just doing my job."
Marlene looked between the two with a smirk. "Can I ask you something, Harry?" She asked innocently.
"You may," Harry replied while narrowing his eyes at her innocent-looking face.
"How many admirers did you have at your school?" Marlene asked with sparkling twinkles in her eyes.
Lily gaped at her while Alice and Darlene giggled and leaned forward in the need to hear his answer.
Harry snorted and shook his head at the goosiping blonde.
But he did answer her, "To be honest, without being humble, many did, but I had so many things in my life to focus on that I never got a chance to give them the time."
"So you never dated?" Marlene asked in astonishment.
"I did have a girlfriend for a short time," Harry told her, with an image of Ginny's smiling face in his mind.
"Tell us about her," Alice asked this time eagerly.
"Alice! At least I expected you to not be like Marlene." Lily glared at her brunette friend.
Harry chuckled seeing her angry face, and since he was also enjoying their fun talk too much, he decided to answer, "Well, she was amazing. She was feisty, sporty, and funny in a sarcastic way with her brown eyes and red hair-"
"Red hair?" Marlene cut him off excitedly. "It seemed like our dear young professor has a type," she added, suggestively looking at Lily while wiggling her eyebrow at her.
"Marlene!" Lily exclaimed at her friend, her face as red as her hair. while Marlene and others just laughed at her.
Harry bit his cheek to not smile as he stared at Lily's red face, cursing her laughing friends.
He knew exactly what Marlene was trying to do.
And he didn't deny what she said.
He did like red-haired girls, and looking at Lily, he realised her hair was even brighter and prettier than Ginny's.
Ginny's were like flames; they had a tinge of orange in them, while Lily's hair was bright, pure red, like blood, and for Harry, it was the most beautiful colour he had ever seen.
Realising where his thoughts were going, Harry shook his head and diverted his eyes away from Lily and her hair, as he didn't want his thoughts to go where they were going.
And it was good that he did, because he noticed something very suspicious outside the bar on the street.
A man was standing on the crowded street tightly holding his wand, but it was not that that made Harry suspicious of him; it was the very familiar mask he was wearing.
Harry's eyes widened as the masked man raised his wand at the bar and fired a spell.
"Everybody duck!" Harry yelled and jumped out of his seat, and with a stab of his wand, he erected a big shield covering the bar that reflected the spell and hit the masked man.
Harry ran to the shocked Rosemerta on the counter. "Rosy, erupt the wards of the shop and get everyone out of here safely," he ordered her.
Rosemerta quickly came out of her shock and began doing as he told her and starting to shout at her customers, guiding them out of the store.
Harry, knowing Rosemerta would handle it, ran out of the shop and into the street, where everyone was running and shouting in fear.
And the cause of this chaos was the seven masked and robed wizards throwing spells everywhere and destroying the town.
Harry recognised them with just one look; after all, he could never forget those masks.
Death Eaters.
He springed into the attack, and with a flick of his wand, he threw a pink-coloured ribbon cutter curse and separated the heads of two Death Eaters from their bodies.
A lull of silence fell on the street as the other Death Eater stared in shock at their decimated partners severed heads rolling on the ground.
Coming out of their shock, they looked at Harry, and with one unity, all of them began firing spells at him.
"You will die for that, you brat!" yelled their leader as they bombarded Harry with their spells and curses.
Harry being the slight psychopath he was, he smirked and whispered in challenge, "Bring it on."
He then spun and weaved around the incoming spells, dodging everyone of them and even throwing some of them back at their caster by catching their spells at the tip of his wand.
The Death Eaters eyes widened, and they were forced to shield themselves from their own spells.
And just like that, Harry quickly brought their battle into balance.
He kept dodging and deflecting back the spells at the Death Eaters in order to make them irritated and keep their focus on him.
And since all of their focus was on him, they forgot about anything else, and because of that, the students were able to run away from the town without the Death Eaters noticing.
Which was exactly what Harry wanted, and it was because of that reason that he was refraining from throwing offensive spells and was mainly defending.
Because if he threw spells, there was a high chance that he could miss the Death Eater and hit the other students instead.
"Harry!"
Hearing someone yell his name, Harry looked in the corner of his eyes at Lily, who was looking ready to join the fight.
"Don't come here, Lily." Harry warned the red-haired girl while shielding her with a 'protego" from the spells from Death Eater, who noticed her.
"but-"
"Listen to me, Lily." Harry cut him off and growled at her. "You are a prefect, and as such, it's your responsibility to protect the students and take them safely back to the castle, so do as I say."
Lily, with a heavy heart, conceded the defeat and nodded at him.
She then protected the vacating students by throwing a massive 'maxima protego" and did as she was ordered.
She was not going to disappoint Harry.
At the same time, Harry was yelling at Lily Bellatrix, and Narcissa was standing outside the Scriven shaft's Quill Shop, hiding behind a board, watching Harry fight.
Bellatrix turned to her sister. "Cissa, take these students out of here without any harm to them," she told her sister, pointing at the students hidden in the shop.
"What about you, then?" Narcissa asked her big sister.
"I'm going to support the professor in his fight," Bellatrix told her, looking at the 1v5 fight Harry was in.
Knowing how stubborn and powerful her sister was, Narcissa didn't question her and instead nodded and began rescuing the students out of the shop.
Harry was blocking four of the Death Eaters spells with one big golden shield when he noticed the remaining Death Eater sneakily trying to attack him from his back.
Taking the shield from his wand to his other hand through sheer mastery of magic, Harry used his wand to deflect the spell back to its caster.
But he didn't need to, as before he could do anything, a spell went by him and struck the sneaking Death Eater, cutting his wand hand from his arm, and with a second spell, right after the first one, he was sent flying into a wall and slumped down unconscious.
Shocked by the unexpected help, Harry looked over his shoulder and found black, curly-haired, violet-eyed Bellatrix standing there with her wand in her hands and a smirk on her face.
"Bellatrix, what the fuck are you doing here?" Harry asked her while fighting the remaining four Death Eaters.
Bella joined him by his side and threw a skin shredder curse, only missing the not-ready Death Eater, who jumped in the last second and got saved from getting his skin shredded off his body.
"The same as you fighting and protecting the town," she answered, dodging a red-hot curse.
"You should be protecting the students, not fighting these dark wizards here," Harry snapped back at her before conjuring a thick wall of stone from the ground, protecting them from the enemy fire and giving them time to talk.
"As a head girl, it is my duty to protect the school and students," Bella turned to him and argued back, "and as such, I am doing my duty by fighting and defeating these idiots who dared to harm them."
Harry bit his lip to not argue back at her and realised no matter what he said, she wouldn't listen, and they didn't have the time to argue right now.
And he could also use her help, and with her here, he could finally go on offence against these scums.
So with that in mind, Harry nodded at her, but before Bella could smile, he warned her.
"But you have to do as I tell you to." He said sternly, "You are going to cover me and make sure that no innocent gets harmed by the spells from my fight, and under no circumstances are you allowed to push and fight back against them. Let me handle them. Is that clear?"
If it was anyone else who had the courage to tell her what to do and not fight back, Bella would have snarled at them and rejected them in their faces.
But this was Harry Peverell, the guy who could tell her anything to do, and Bella would do it, so she just nodded obediently at him and stepped back.
"Good." Harry gave her his charming smile, which made her heart flutter.
She didn't obey him just because she respected him and he told her to, but also because she finally got the chance to see how strong her young, mysterious professor was.
The duels with him have told her that she has never seen him at his best, and he was always only defensive against her.
But now, finally, she could see him go on offence against those four idiots and see how powerful Harry Peverell truly was.
She stepped back, and spreading her arms wide, she covered the area they were in with a dome using a black family spell, making it impossible for any spell to harm anyone outside the dome.
Seeing the dome form around them, Harry turned back to the wall that was close to crumbling down, and with a flick of his wand, he blasted the wall and banished the debris to the Death Eaters.
Behind him, Bella bit her lips as she got ready to see the show of her life.
And what a show it was.
With Bella on his back and the dome around, Harry was finally free to go on the offensive without hurting the bystander.
He used the distraction caused by the wall debris attacking the Death Eaters, who were trying their best to shield themselves from the boulders, to kneel down on the ground with his wand tip perpendicular to it.
Harry closed his eyes and whispered, "terram vivere et facti quod volo."
At his command, the ground came alive, and four big animated figures of soldiers with their swords and shields formed from the rock.
Harry stood, and with one hand signal and mental command, the four rock soldiers attacked the Death Eaters, who had just gotten themselves free from the rocks and boulders.
All four of them fired blasting spells at the rock soldiers coming towards them, but were left shocked when the spells just bounced from them without even leaving a signal scratch.
Harry smirked at their bewildered faces. He had not only made those figures by using transfiguration, but he also used charms to animate them and make them magic-resistant.
So, as long as they were hit by magical spells, nothing would happen to them; the only way they could be harmed was by using physical blows.
And before the Death Eaters finally came to that conclusion, they were already too late, as one of them tried to fight his soldiers by throwing any dark spell he knew, but nothing worked.
And when the rock soldier was close enough, the solid figure swung his sword and cut the screaming Death Eater in half.
"AHH"
The remaining Death Eaters stared in shock at their comrade cut in half, but they soon had their focus back in as the rock soldier they were fighting came for their heads as well.
Thanfully for them, the three Death Eaters finally conjured big boulders and destroyed the rock soldiers in pieces.
Thinking they were free from the irritating stone figures, they breathed a sigh of relief, but they didn't know that Harry was already waiting for this.
Twirling his wand in a circle and forming a fist, the pieces of the destroyed rock soldiers came together at the feet of the Death Eaters and stuck them to the ground.
The Death Eaters tried to move their feet but were not able to move a single inch.
Harry took this chance, and aiming at one of the Death Eaters, he fired a silent 'confringo' right at his chest and struck true.
The Death Eater stared in shock at the gap left in his chest by Harry's spell, and he died standing while still stuck to the ground.
The Death Eaters left were in shock as the two found themselves the only ones remaining of the seven that came here.
As the two looked at the single man who had decimated and humiliated the supposed loyal and powerful followers of Lord Voldemort, they felt nothing but fear.
There was so much fear that they never even felt when they were in the company of their master that they realised they were facing someone who was as powerful as their master and Dumbedore.
The emotions of pride and happiness they felt when they were first chosen for this task by their lord have now turned into the emotions of fear and anger.
They began cursing themselves for getting excited about getting this job.
Feeling the fear they had never felt for their lives, the two Death Eaters tried their best to break their restraint, and once they were finally broken free, both of them made a run to get far away from the monster they were fighting.
But Harry didn't let them; he conjured a long rope, and then, twirling his wand, he threw the rope and made the two Death Eaters stumble and fall to the ground.
Harry walked to the two struggling Death Eaters on the ground, who were shivering in fear as his looming shadow fell on them.
Looking at those two shivering cowards, Harry made up his mind, and with a flick of his wand, he shot a red beam and stunned one of the Death Eaters.
He then looked at the last remaining one, who began begging him.
"P-Please d-dont k-k-kill m-me" He stuttered in fear. "I will do anything you want."
"Oh, don't worry." Harry smiled mockingly. "Today is not the day you die."
The Death Eater breathed a sigh of relief, but Harry wasn't done.
"But I need you to carry my message to your master." He said he was twirling his wand dangerously.
"W-w-what is it?
"Tell your master, Lord Voldemort, that he never tries to attack Hogwarts, its students, and this town ever again, or he will face the wrath of Harry Peverell," Harry said with a hard, low, intimidating voice, sending a shiver down the spine of the Death Eater in fear.
Harry's serious face then turned into a smile. "You will do that, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, yes, I will." The scared man bobbed his head rapidly.
"Good," Harry smiled sweetly, and then, with a double swish of his wand, he suddenly cut one hand and leg of the quivering Death Eater.
"AHHH!" The Death Eater screamed in pain, holding his now-bleeding arm and leg and staring at Harry in shock.
"What?" Harry raised an eyebrow and tilted his head. "Did you really think that after you tried to harm innocent students, I would let you get away like that without even taking your arms or legs to make sure you never dare to do this again?"
Harry then crouched down closer to the scared man, and using leglimency, he erased any memories of Bellatrix's involvement in the fight.
He didn't want Bella to get affected by her actions in opposing the Death Eaters after today since some of her house members were already the pawns of Tom's.
With the memory now erased and his threat given, Harry kicked the man, whimpering in pain, and looked on as he, stumbling and jumping on his one leg, made his way to the outside of the wards and then took the portkey to his master hideout.
With the man gone and his warning to Tom with him, Harry checked on the death eaters left around him.
First, he checked on the Death Eater Bella had defeated, who tried to sneak up on him and found him dead by the bloodless from his severed hand.
Then he used the 'Incarcerous' spell on the Death Eater he had stunned, wrapped him tight with ropes, and took his wand and Portkey from him.
Dusting himself and standing up, Harry looked around the now empty streets and sighed in relief as he noticed no one was harmed in the battle, and shopkeepers were now coming out of their shops.
They were shocked, and some who were young felt sick looking at the gore sight of the battle and the corpses of the dead Death Eaters.
But most of them were happy and relieved that they and their shops weren't harmed in the battle.
And they showed their appreciation and gratitude to their saviour as they clapped and cheered for Harry.
Harry smiled and bowed to them, accepting their thanks, and he then remembered that there was someone else with him whose barrier was the reason the shops weren't damaged.
He turned around and looked at Bellatrix, and he found her standing where she was earlier.
Walking towards her as he got closer, Harry was confused to notice her red face, heavy breathing, and her heavy-lidded eyes on him.
What Harry didn't know was that Bella had been dripping in need of her professor after the show Harry had put on for her.
Bella knew Harry was powerful and smart, but she would have never thought how strong he really was until today.
She was left entranced and mesmerised by the way Harry completely dominated the four Death Eaters on his own.
If she had thought they would give Harry a challenge and a hard time, then she was seriously wrong; they didn't even stand a chance against him.
Harry was like an unstoppable force; with his power and mastery of magic, he had defeated his opponents without even breaking a single sweat.
Being so close to him, Bella felt the sheer raw power he was emitting and the powerful aura Harry had around himself.
She had to bite her lip to stop moaning like a whore, and she had forgotten how many times she rubbed her thighs trying to soothe her aching core while she watched Harry thrash the completely inferior wizards.
She could feel how wet her knickers were, and her nipples were so hard that someone could see them through her tight shirt.
The hunger she had inside her for her professor was like a flame before, but now it was like a roaring fire bigger than ever before.
She knew what she needed to make her get the relief she needed, and that was a hard, rough pounding from her professor to dominate her like he did those pests who thought they could fight against her professor.
She pulled out her steamy thoughts and noticed the man of her thoughts right in front of her, staring at her with concern in those beautiful eyes of his.
"Are you alright, Bella?" Harry asked her with furrowed eyebrows.
"Yes," Bella replied breathlessly, "I am alright."
"Are you sure you're breathing quite heavily?" Harry said, concernedly touching her red cheeks.
Bella leaned into his touch and almost purred in pleasure. "Yes, it's just the strain of holding the dome for so long." She lied, biting her lip.
"Yes, that would make sense." Harry nodded. "And I'm very proud of you today; because of you, no one got harmed, and these shop owners still have their shops with them." He added it with a proud smile.
"Thank you, Harry." Bella preened at the praise from her professor; she was pleased and happy that she was able to make him proud of her.
"Now I think you should go to school before the Aurors come here," Harry told her, seriously taking his hands off her cheeks and making her pout in disappointment.
"Why?" she asked.
"Because they will come to her and question everyone who was here in the battle," Harry answered firmly.
"But I could help and have no problem answering them," Bella said confidently.
"Listen to me, Bella," Harry said, strictly gripping her shoulder. "If you get involved right now, your name will be published, and everyone will know that a member of the Black family fought and killed one of the Death Eaters."
"And this is not the time for that right now because if people find out about this, they will suspect that House Black is against this new lord, even though you know that some family members of yours are in league with him," Harry told her passionately, forcing her to understand his point.
Bella stared at her professor's handsome face, saw the truth in his words, and felt a warmth in her heart as she realised how protective he was of her.
She nodded with a smile and said, "Alright."
"Good," Harry smiled back at her, "now go."
With one last glance at his lips, which were so close to her, she left with one thing on her mind.
'Tonight, Harry Peverell will finally make her his,' Bella thought with a smirk.
Harry sighed and took a deep breath to get himself ready as he heard the popping sound of aurors apparating on the scene.
This day just became much heavier than before, and he can't wait for it to be over.
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After the very long and boring interrogation, Harry was finally on his way to his quarters.
As he had suspected, the full team of aurors arrived only when he was already finished beating the Death Eaters.
And to Harry's shock, it was Barty Crouch, the head of DMLE, who arrived with his team of aurors at the scene of the crime.
Harry had felt the surge of anger, as he always did, looking at the man who had sent Sirius to the Azkaban without giving him a trial.
And as soon as Crouch opened his mouth and started questioning him, Harry knew that his younger version was even worse than the older one.
From the get-go, even before asking anyone, and with just one look at the corpses of the Death Eater, he had begun blaming Harry for their murder and was even ready to take him in.
Fortunately, Harry had the support of the whole Hogsmeade community, which had seen him defeat the Death Eaters, who had come to harm the students and destroy the shops.
And after seeing so much support for him, Crouch finally got ready to hear Harry's side.
After that came the longest and, in his opinion, unnecessary interrogation and list of questions.
Harry had to use his occlumency to stop himself from pulling the ugly Hitler-looking tooth moustache off Crouch's face.
Such was the frustration he was feeling, and his frustration had turned into anger when Crouch ordered him to go with them to the DMLE office to hold him in their jail for the time until they could be convinced not to put a murder charge on him.
Harry knew that Crouch had no power or right to take him in because he had acted in self-defence and had saved the school and students, and because of that, he was not guilty of killing the Death Eaters.
But even after the venomous support from the shop owners, who were pledging his innocence, Crouch was still adamant about arresting him.
Fortunately, though, right at that time, Dumbledore, who had been away from the school for the day, had arrived after receiving the urgent message from McGonagall.
And with Dumbledore's support and his vowing of Harry's innocence, Crouch finally accepted defeat and left the town after taking the unconscious Death Eater with him to interrogate him.
Harry knew why Crouch so much wanted to arrest him; he wanted to look like he was doing something and not want anyone to notice how late his Aurors were on the scene.
And he also hated that it was Harry's heroic action, not his, that saved the day.
After that, Harry went to the Dumbledore office, and they talked extensively about what had happened.
Harry had explained everything that happened and received Dumbledore's praise and gratitude for protecting the school and its students.
And now, finally, in the night, Harry was ready to go in to his quarter and sleep until noon the next day.
He arrived at his quarters, and after hanging his robes and opening his shirt buttons, he went into his bedroom to take the night clothes.
Once the light of the bedroom brightened up, Harry's eyes fell on his bed, and he stopped on his track with his eyes wide at what he saw.
On his king-size bed was the beautiful figure of Bellatrix Black, spread on the white sheet, with her head perched on her hand.
A very naked, sexy, hot Bellatrix black
"Bellatrix!"
"I have been waiting for you, Professor Peverell."