Chapter 7
Notes:
Mrs. Figg ~ Anna Chancellor
Emily ~ Lily Labeau
Candy ~ Harley Dean
Chapter Text
Harry felt wonderful as he walked back to Privet Drive. There wasn't the slightest bit of building pressure, and he was in an amazing mood. Not even his relatives could bother him. He practically skipped up the stairs and loaded his new clothes into his trunk. Petunia, Vernon, and Dudley didn't pay him any more attention than this morning. It seemed like the three of them had gotten together and agreed to pretend he didn't exist. Harry was more than happy with this development.
He headed back out once his things were put away. Just like this morning, his first stop was Mrs. Figg. He knocked on the door and waited. The woman opened it this time, but still kept her distance. Harry took in her muggle disguise. Her curlers and pajama combo did a good job of hiding her figure.
"Arabella." Harry said smoothly.
She shuddered.
"I have a favor to ask." Harry continued. "I've made a couple of friends recently. They may want to contact me over the school year. I told them they can drop the letters off with you." He leaned closer. "If that's an issue, I'm sure we can come to some sort of arrangement."
She gulped. "No problem at all Harry."
"Thank you, Arabella." Harry replied. "I could make you dinner tonight if you'd like."
Arabella Figg drank in the sight of him. She wasn't a teenager anymore. Her body didn't seem to know that right now. She managed to shake her head.
"I had a lovely time, Harry." She said. "I'm just not sure we should continue."
Harry let out a small sigh and nodded. "You know where I am if you change your mind."
With that completed he headed back to his room. He watched Hedwig sleep for a few minutes. He wondered how Emily and Candy would react to mail delivered by owl. Was there a way to deliver it via muggle mail? He needed to ask about that.
Harry sat at his desk. He pulled out a couple of pieces of parchment. Harry wrote a quick message to Hermione; he decided not to tell her amount the dementor attack. She hadn't told him anything important this summer, so it felt silly to tell her something that big. He did mention his shopping trip and trying Chinese for the first time. Harry left out the part about the building pressure that seemed attached to his magic. If they were going to leave him isolated for the entire summer, then he was going to solve this on his own.
Once he was finished with that, he wrote a message to Ron about the girls that he had met. He did not mentioned that he had sex with them, just that they were attractive, and he flirted with them. He also told him about the Chinese food and told him they desperately needed to get some at Hogwarts.
After that he wrote a long message to Sirius. He told him about the girls and what had happened with them. Harry didn't go into details, but it felt nice to be able to tell someone.
All three letters were casual, not a hint of the bigger issues at hand. If someone other than his friends and his godfather were to read them, and he was pretty sure someone would, there wasn't anything to be learned. Now that he thought about it, they were probably doing the same thing.
Harry sat back and thought for on that. There was obviously something going on that they weren't telling him. Instead of taking him somewhere safe, they had left him with his relatives. Even a simple message like 'important stuff happening, not safe to talk about it' would have been nice. At least then he'd know that they weren't ignoring him.
The entire situation could have been avoided if they had just let him go with Sirius. Harry knew that wasn't possible why his godfather was a wanted man. The Weasleys were an option though. He could have spent the summer with them. Hell, he would have gladly paid for room and board too. If Dumbledore was so set on him going back to the muggle world, then there was always Hermione. He didn't know her parents all that well, but he'd gladly sleep in a tent in their backyard if required.
Harry took off his glasses and lightly squeezed the bridge of his nose. It was hard to trust anyone in the wizarding world when he thought about it. The ministry had thrown Hagrid in Azkaban without real evidence and Sirius never got a trial. Dumbledore wasn't any better. With all his influence and power, he let these things just happen. He could have at least spoke up in defense of Hagrid. If nothing else, the half-giant should be allowed to have a new wand once they figured out that he wasn't responsible for Myrtle's death all those years ago.
The fact that Dumbledore claimed that Hogwarts was the safest place in the world only to have something happen every year for the last four years was worrisome as well. If the school was so protected, then how did a possessed teacher not set off any alarms? How were multiple students petrified and no one thought to purchase the ingredients elsewhere? Who in their right mind thought that sending an army of soul-sucking monsters to a school was a good idea? What type of person didn't even notice when one of their longtime friends had been replaced?
Now that he thought about it, why didn't Dumbledore stick up for him last year? Clearly there was no way that Harry could have put his own name in the goblet. Instead, the headmaster had let Harry deal with almost the entire school turning against him.
Again.
Harry could understand the Heir to Slytherin thing. Everyone was scared and Harry being able to talk to snakes was just too much of a coincidence. From the outside it was easy to see the reasons. It didn't make the memories hurt any less, but he could understand.
With the goblet, though, it made no sense. He was a middling student; how could he have somehow found a way to cross the age line? Harry flat out stated that he wouldn't put his name in even if he was old enough.
Harry looked at the three letters. Maybe he shouldn't be surprised that Ron wasn't writing him. He crumpled the letter to Ron and tossed it in the trash.
"Hedwig." Harry called gently.
"Hm?" She replied.
"I have a couple of letters for you once you're awake." Harry said. "I'm going to head downstairs and make you some food before you go."
"Mm-hm." Hedwig settled back to sleep.
Harry went down to the kitchen. He fried some bacon for her and came back to find her wide awake.
"My love." She cooed. "You are a wonderful companion."
"So are you." Harry smiled at her. "I've got two letters for you. One for Hermione and one for Sirius. I hope they're not too far from each other. I've got extra bacon for you once you get back."
Harry held up a piece. She took it and happily ate one.
"It's not a long trip at all." Hedwig snagged another piece while he went to get the letters. "They are in the city together."
Harry froze. "What?"
"The house is one that I can see, but not see." She explained. "It's unclear in my memory. I know where I'm going when I look for them."
"They're in the same house?" Harry asked.
"The red ones as well." Hedwig held out her leg.
Harry absently tied the two letters in place. "Thank you. Fly safe."
"Of course, my love." She bonked his forehead with her own then flew out through the window.
Harry dropped heavily into the chair. Hermione and Sirius were together, in the city. He could be there in an hour or two depending on the traffic. If he took the Night Bus, he'd be there in a matter of minutes. The red ones had to be the Weasleys. They were all together.
Without him.
Thinking about things had tinted his good mood with some frustration. Still, getting laid three times each with a different girl, made the happiness stick around even through it.
They were all together. Safe. While he was discarded again.
Happiness mingled with frustration vanished. Burning anger took its place. Someone had sent Dementors after him while he was surrounded by muggles. If it weren't for some freak accident, he'd be some soulless vegetable right now. Now his magic was going haywire and there was no one who could help him figure things out.
He was going through this alone, and yet his friends, his surrogate family, his godfather, were together.
The rage died down leaving him hollow. He was alone. Harry looked around the shabby room. His eyes drifted until they settled on his trunk. Most likely Hermione would scold him about spending too much money and Ron would get jealous of the new clothes. He hadn't spent enough time with Sirius to know how he would react. Mrs. Weasley would probably try to dress him. Mr. Weasley would ask him about how the clothes were made. The twins, he wasn't sure about. He wasn't sure if Ginny could even speak to him in full sentences.
Harry pulled himself back up to his feet. He needed to get his mind off things.
chapter 8
Notes:
Basically porn
Hestia Jones ~ Sofia Boutella
Chapter Text
The last time he spoke to her Arabella had made it clear she wasn't going to let him in. He didn't think talking to Candy again work since they had ended their date an hour or so ago. It was very tempting to call the Night Bus and hop over to the Leaky. The only thing that stopped him were the notices from the Ministry charging him with some bogus crime. He could see them grabbing him off the street if he went to Diagon Alley. That left him with the muggle area to explore. Dumbledore wanted him to stay put. Too fucking bad for that.
Harry stepped outside. He scanned the street before him. There were supposed to be someone watching him. Was there someone there now? They could be using an invisibility cloak, or a spell he didn't know. It was time to do something stupid.
Harry drew his wand. "Come out now, or I'm calling the Night Bus."
Nothing.
He pointed the wand up. "Lu-"
"Stop, stop, I'm right here." A voice called out from nearby.
The rippling of clothe shifted to expose a young woman. She looked to be in her twenties. Her clothes were the usual wizarding robes if a bit understated. They looked like they would be comfortable to move around in.
"What are you doing?" She asked as she walked closer to him.
Her shoulder length black hair swayed as she walked. Brown eyes with flecks of amber stared at him. She was attractive. Somewhere beyond cute but not beautiful.
"I need someone to talk to." Harry put his wand away.
"Talk to one of your new girlfriends." She rolled her eyes.
"What's your name?" He asked.
"Hestia." She replied.
"Well, Hestia, they are both muggles and I can't talk about magical things with them without someone popping up and wiping their memories." He crossed his arms.
"Fair point." She sighed. "Fine, let's talk."
"I would invite you in, but I hate those people." Harry said unemotionally. "Do you know a place that's not out in the open?"
Hestia grumbled something he couldn't make out. She motioned for him to follow. A short distance later she stopped near a thick red post box. She pressed her wand into a screw on the side. It popped and swung open.
"Come on." Hestia waved him over. "You go first."
Harry hunched over and stepped through. He found himself standing in the doorway of what looked like an office breakroom. There was a couch, a small café style table with a couple of chairs, and a small stove. Along the far wall was a doorway blocked off with a curtain.
Hestia stepped in behind him. She closed the door, tapping it in a pattern he didn't catch. Harry cleared his throat, trying to push the feeling of pressure building to the back of his mind.
"What's this?" Harry waved a hand at the room.
"We have to eat sometime." Hestia shrugged. "Can't have a string of random people using Figg's place to whip up a meal or other things."
Harry crossed over to the couch and flopped down. "This is more comfortable than my bed."
"Those muggles are something else." Hestia sat on the other end of the couch, turning to face him. "What do you need to talk about?"
"I figured a couple of things out and I needed to talk." Harry said. "My friends aren't writing to me. When they do, they don't tell me anything. I wrote them today and returned the favor. Not telling them everything, that is. I didn't want someone reading it and finding out something private. That made me think that they are doing the same thing."
Hestia nodded. "Solid logic."
"Thank you." Harry gave her a short smile. "I can understand that. It's annoying, but I understand. Then I found out that my friends are all together. Not only that, but they're close."
"How did you find that out?" She tensed.
"Magic." Harry rolled his eyes. "You knew?"
Hestia nodded.
"Everyone knows what's going on except for me." Harry leaned backwards, setting his head against the back of the couch and looking up at the ceiling. "I got attacked by dementors for fucks sake and the only person here who knew what was going on was Arabella."
"You were attacked by dementors!?" Hestia yelled.
"Two of them." Harry held up two fingers and wiggled them. "They came after me and my cousin."
"What happened?"
"One of them kissed me and then they exploded." Harry shrugged.
"No one has ever been kissed by a dementor and lived." Hestia stared at him like he had sprouted horns.
Harry pointed to his scar. "I do that a lot."
She seemed to be stuck just staring at him. After a moment her brain caught up to the present. Harry was too focused on the steady increase of the pressure to notice. Something was making it gather faster than normal.
"I get it that you're upset about your friends." Hestia placed a gentle hand on his knee. "But they're doing this to protect you."
"Dementors." Harry replied.
Hestia gave a solemn nod. Her expression brightened for a moment.
"What about your new girlfriends?" She asked. "That's pretty amazing."
"Not sure they're my girlfriends." Harry continued to look at the ceiling. "We didn't really talk about it. I've got that trial coming up and after that it's not long before school starts. Assuming I don't get expelled." He let out a dry laugh. "I killed a professor in my first year. You'd think that would have gotten me expelled."
"You killed…?" Hestia spoke slowly.
"Voldemort possessed a professor and was using him to try to steal the Philosopher's Stone." Harry explained lazily. "I stopped him. It wasn't as epic as it sounds. He turned to ash when he touched me."
He closed his eyes, trying to think of a way to vent the building magic.
"Oh." Hestia said.
She opened her mouth a couple of times to say something, then stopped herself. Harry noticed her hand was still on his knee. In fact, during her internal dialogue it was creeping higher.
Harry paused. That was an interesting development. He 'vented' more of the growing pressure of his magic. Hestia shivered beside him. Her hand drifted higher on his leg. Soon her fingers were stroking along the length of his hardening member.
"That feels nice." Harry whispered.
Hestia paused. She looked down to see what her hand was doing. Her eyes traced along the shape of his cock. This was the part where she should pull away and apologize. Hestia moved her hand higher, unbuttoning his pants.
"This will feel better." She cooed.
Hestia slid in front of him, pulling his pants down around his ankles, as she kneeled on the ground. She expertly stroked him to full hardness. Her hand traveled along his shaft, admiring the shape and size. She didn't travel around with a ruler, or measuring tape, so she didn't know the exact length and girth. It was nice, not too big, definitely not small.
Harry leaned his head back, letting out a long moan as she licked his cock from base to tip. She planted wet kisses along the edge of his head before swirling her tongue around as well. Harry had lost all rational thought as Hestia took him into her mouth and started to bob.
Her hand cupped his sack, gently caressing the spot just beyond.
"Cumming." Harry managed to say.
Hestia increased her pace. His eyes rolled back in his head as he let loose. He let out a long, ragged breath as he felt her swallowing. She raised her mouth off of him, giving his tip a little kiss before she stood up.
The excess magical energy that had been building had backed off to a manageable level.
"Damn." Hestia sighed. "If I wasn't on duty, I'd take you for a ride."
Harry nodded, not really hearing the words.
"Now." She waved her wand, returning his pants to their original position. "I need you to head back inside. Arthur will be by in the morning to take you to headquarters."
Harry's legs wobbled as he stood. He managed to get back out to the street. Somehow, he found his way to his bedroom and passed out once he was horizontal.
chapter 9
Arthur did not show up in the morning. Harry wanted to be surprised, but he couldn't muster up the feelings. Broken promises and leaving him in the dark were par for the course. He couldn't even be mad at Hestia, she seemed to believe it when she had told him.
Harry swung by Emily's place, but she was out. Arabella was gone as well, which was odd, but he hadn't paid much attention to her daily travels until recently. Candy was at work, but she wasn't going to get off for a few hours. Plus, she seemed a little shy around him. That made sense. He had all but promised to knock her up the next time they were together.
He made his way back to the house. For a brief moment he thought of trying to talk to the person on duty, whoever that was. It didn't seem worth it. Instead, he headed up to his room to wait for Hedwig. She had said it was a short trip so hopefully she would be back soon.
Around noon he was starting to get worried. Even if they had both written him long replies, which was highly unlikely, she should have been back by now. A couple of hours later he heard Petunia, Vernon, and Dudley leave. They didn't tell him where they were going, and he didn't care enough to ask.
The only good thing about the day was that the magical pressure was easily ignored. It wasn't until Harry purposefully paid attention to it that he could even feel it. He still had no real clue on what was happening. He was gathering magic and if he didn't release the pressure things would start happening. He certainly didn't intend on causing Hedwig to be able to speak to him.
Harry stretched out on his bed. He tried not to stare at the window, but that just made him want to look more. The sound of the backdoor being forcefully opened jolted him out of his thoughts. Harry slipped out of bed, he pressed himself against the wall near his door, and got his wand ready. He heard the sound of multiple feet coming up the stairs. Harry crouched down and waited. If there was one thing that living with Dudley had taught him, it was that the best way to avoid being hit was to be somewhere they didn't expect. He didn't know how many times he was saved from a punch to the face simply by ducking before entering a room.
"There are locks on the outside of the door." A muffled voice said.
"Then unlock them, Nymphadora." A gruff voice snapped.
"Don't call me that." The first snapped right back.
The gruff voice sounded familiar, but the cadence wasn't right. He heard the sound of the locks working a moment before the door opened. They got one step in the room before they felt Harry's wand press against their hip.
"Another step and we'll see what happens when I summon your lungs out your ass." Harry growled.
"Easy, Harry." Remus Lupin said from out in the hallway. "We're friends."
Harry looked up to see the person he had at wand point was a young woman with purple spiky hair.
"Wotcher, Harry." She smiled down at him. "Name's Tonks. Be nice if you pointed that wand somewhere else."
Harry relaxed. He stood up and slipped the wand into his back pocket.
"That's no place to put a wand." The gruff voice snapped. "Likely to blow off your backside with a rogue spell."
"When has that ever happened?" The purple haired girl asked.
"Professor Moody?" Harry asked finally placing the voice.
The voice sounded the same as the previous year, but at the same time it didn't. There were different inflections. A pause where there hadn't been. Harry had interacted with the false-Moody for the better part of a year, and he could already tell the difference within a couple of minutes. How did Dumbledore miss it?
"Not much of a professor." Moody grumbled. "Spent my teaching days locked in a trunk while a Death Eater pranced around looking like me."
"Where else should I put my wand?" Harry asked.
Moody glared at him, though that seemed to be his default expression. He reached into his jacket. They watched as his arm went too deep into a pocket. A moment later Moody held out a leather strap.
"Wand holster." Moody offered. "Goes on your forearm. Safe way to carry your wand and quick access."
"Thank you." Harry took it.
He blinked at he held it. There were wisps of smoke coming off of it.
"There's something different about this." Harry eyed it.
"Good eye, Potter." Moody growled. "Enchanted so only you can draw your wand."
Harry nodded appreciatively. He slipped it on his arm. The holster adjusted to fit on its own. Harry slid the wand into place. It was more comfortable that he had expected.
"Is this it?" The young woman asked.
While he had been talking to Moody, Tonks had gathered up his trunk.
"Hedwig." Harry answered quickly. "She hasn't come back yet."
"She's waiting for us." Remus spoke up from the hallway.
Harry pushed his anger down. They were the reason she hadn't returned.
Tonks shrunk the trunk. She waved him to go first. Moody stormed off down the stairs, Lupin a step behind him, with Harry and Tonks bringing up the rear. She stopped by a mirror hanging in the hall.
"Not sure purple is my color." She sighed. A moment later her hair shifted to pink. "Much better."
Harry stared at her. "How?"
"I'm a metamorphmagus." Tonks replied. "Kind of like a shapeshifter."
Harry followed them into the kitchen to find a few more people waiting for them. Hestia was among the group. She smiled at him and gave a little nod, which he returned.
"What's the plan?" Harry asked.
"We're taking you to the Order." Moody replied.
"I don't know what that means." Harry said slowly.
"The Order of the Phoenix." Remus explained. "It's a group of witches and wizards that Dumbledore assembled to push back against the Death Eater threat. Your parents, Sirius, and I were members in the last war."
His parents were killed, Sirius was tossed in prison, and Remus had been exiled in all but name. That didn't fill him with a confidence. Still, it was better than waiting around for another dementor attack.
"Are we taking a car?" Harry looked around at the group.
"Too easily tracked." Moody shook his head. "We're going on brooms. Fast. Silent. Minimal magical signature."
Moody handed out cloaks to everyone. Harry pulled his on instantly recognizing the look view from under an invisibility cloak. Moody then pulled out a bundle of sticks that he resized to reveal they were actually brooms. They had seen better years but were passable. Harry took one and kicked off.
If nothing else, he got to fly.
chapter 10
Somehow, Moody had managed to make flying miserable. For a moment Harry was actually glad the man had been replaced. He probably would have made the school year unbearable. It really said something about Hogwarts that the best DADA teacher he'd had so far was an escaped Death Eater.
Harry's cloak had a thin film of frost on it. He was more than happy to hand the broom back to Moody. The old man traded it for a piece of paper.
"Read it." Moody grumbled.
Harry did. The row of houses in front of him stretched. Another home that hadn't been there a moment ago emerged.
"That was pretty cool." Harry whispered.
He heard Tonks chuckle nearby. If his cheeks weren't already bright red from the cold, he would have blushed.
Remus led them up the walkway to the door. Moody stayed at the back, scowling at every shadow in the area. A wave of voices poured from inside once the door was opened. Tonks made it three steps before she tripped on something.
Harry sprang forward, grabbing the back of her coat. She was practically horizontal when she stopped.
"Thanks, Harry." Tonks laughed looking over her shoulder at him. "I swear that thing moves."
"Just be glad you didn't pull the sheet." Remus motioned to the wall.
Harry could make out the frame of a painting. A thick, dark sheet had been hung over it to block it from view. He turned his attention to the building around him. It was lit with old fashioned gas lamps that cast flickering light along the peeling wallpaper. Old carpet stretched out along a long, gloomy hallway. A chandelier that looked like an old cobweb hung farther in the house.
Molly Weasley, of all people, emerged from a door at the far end of the hall. She motioned for everyone to be quiet. Her eyes lit up once she saw Harry. She hurried toward them. As she got closer, he noticed that she was a bit thinner than the last time he had seen her.
"Harry, it's lovely to see you." She pulled him into a tight hug. "You're skin and bones. I'm afraid you'll have to wait for dinner. I'll make sure to give you a nice full plate."
Molly shifted her attention to the group that had escorted him. "The meeting has just started."
The witches and wizards scooted passed him, towards the door Molly had just come from. Harry started to follow them. Molly placed a hand on his chest to stop him.
"It's only for members of the Order." Molly whispered. "Ron and Hermione are upstairs."
"Why-"
"I'll just show you where you'll be sleeping." Molly interrupted.
She pressed a finger to her lips then led down the hall to a dark staircase. Harry paused, taking in the mounted house-elf heads along the wall. Where the hell was this place?
"Misses Weasley." Harry started as he followed her up the stairs.
"Ron and Hermione will explain everything, dear. I've got to hurry." Molly said not letting him finish his thought. "There, your door is on the right. I'll call you down for dinner when the meeting is over."
She was gone before he even got another word in. Harry let out a long sigh as he shook his head. He wasn't sure why he had thought anything would change once he was somewhere else. They weren't suddenly just decide to tell him what was going on.
Harry opened the door, catching a fleeting look at the dour room and its two beds before a loud shriek made him jump. His vision was suddenly blocked by a large fluff of bushy hair. Hermione threw herself onto him, nearly knocking him over as she tried to hug him.
"Harry!" She yelled. "Ron! Harry's here! We didn't know when you would arrive. I know we didn't write as much as we should. Dumbledore made us swear not to tell you anything."
She seemed to speak faster the more she said. He was pretty sure he caught the word 'dementors' and 'expel' somewhere in there.
"Let him breathe." Ron closed the door.
The ginger had gotten taller, though it didn't look like his body had actually realized it. He was gangly and his arms just kind of hung beside his body like they were too long. Before anyone else could speak a flash of white soared across the room and landed on his shoulder.
"Hedwig." Harry leaned his head against her.
"My love." She said tersely. "They took the letters and refused to let me return to you. I have had to bite the long red one quite a few times. The bushy one seems to think cooing at me will make everything better. I do not care for either."
"I was worried about you too." Harry stroked her gently.
She seemed to settle a little. Hedwig nibbled on his ear gently, her version of a kiss on the cheek.
"She has been worked up." Ron held up his hand to show the a few spots that were half-healed. "She pecked my half to death when she brought your letters."
"I told her to come back once she had delivered them." Harry said flatly.
"We wanted to, mate." Ron said. "But Dumbledore-"
"I heard Hermione the first time." Harry continued to stroke Hedwig.
A heavy silence settled in the room.
"Dumbledore thought it was for the best." Hermione whispered.
Harry caught site of scratch marks on her hands as well. He rubbed Hedwig on the beak like she loved.
"He thought you'd be safer with the Muggles." Ron nodded.
"Oh?" Harry shifted his gaze from one friend to the other. "Were you attacked by dementors too?"
"Well… no… but you had the Order guarding you." Hermione spoke up.
"That worked out wonderfully, didn't it?" Harry forced his voice to be calm. "Oh wait, I had to handle everything on my own, again, didn't I?"
"Dumbledore was so angry." Hermione glanced around the room as she spoke, scared someone might hear her. "When he found out Mundungus had left you alone. It was scary."
"It's lucky he did." Harry walked away from them, exploring the room with Hedwig content on his shoulder. "Otherwise, he would have just left me there all summer."
"Aren't you worried about the hearing?" Hermione asked quietly.
The room was dark and dreary. A blank spot on the wall was lighter than the surrounding area, it looked like a painting had been there at one point.
"Why was Dumbledore so set on keeping me in the dark?" Harry asked, trying his best to keep the anger out of his voice. "You did ask, right?"
He turned back to them in time to see them exchange a look.
"We told him we wanted to tell you what was going on." Ron said. "We did, mate. He's been really busy and we've only seen him a couple of times since we got here. Dumbledore made us swear not to tell you important stuff when we wrote. He said the owls might be intercepted."
"You're telling me that he doesn't know how to send a message without owls?" Harry asked.
"I thought that too!" Hermione spoke up. "But he said you shouldn't know anything."
"That sounds like he doesn't trust me." Harry studied them.
"No." Ron shook his head hard.
"Maybe he thinks I'm a liability." Harry shrugged. "That I can't take care of myself."
"Of course not!" Hermione said quickly.
"And yet." Harry glared at them. "I have been at the Dursleys' alone and you two are in on everything going on here? How come you two are allowed to know everything that's going on?"
"We aren't." Ron interrupted. "Mom won't let us in the meetings. She says it's for the Order and we're too young to be members."
Harry sat down; he shifted Hedwig into his lap.
"That must have been hard. Not being in the meetings, while you had your best friend to spend time with. Meanwhile, I've been alone at the Dursleys' for a month. I've handled more than both of you ever even managed. Dumbledore knows that. I saved the stone. I killed the basilisk. I saved both of you from the dementors. In the last year alone, I've handled a dragon and a sphinx. I was there when Riddle came back, and I escaped. I faced two of them, on my own, without my wand."
His voice never rose above a whisper, but they felt each word like a hammer.
"Why should anyone bother to tell me what's been happening?"
"Harry." Hermione began. "We wanted to tell you, really."
"Not that much it seems, otherwise you would have sent me a letter. But no, Dumbledore made you swear-" His whisper was almost a growl now.
"He did-"
Harry glared up at her. Her eyes were sparkling with tears. No one spoke. The silence was finally broken when Hedwig shifted. She fluttered to the top of a nearby wardrobe and settled to watch.
"What is this place, anyway?" Harry snapped at them.
"The Headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix." Ron replied quickly.
Harry seethed. His anger was boiling inside of him.
He froze.
Not his anger.
The magical buildup was getting to be too much. He had been distracted getting here, then talking to Ron and Hermione that he hadn't been paying attention. It hadn't been an hour yet, but it felt like the pressure had been growing all day.
Now that he was paying attention, he could feel it constantly increasing. Magical buildup. Of course, it would be faster in a place with more magic. The process on Privet Drive was so slow because there wasn't hardly any magic around. Now that he was here, practically swimming in it, things were going much faster.
He needed to find a way to find release. Using magic was still too risky with the upcoming trial. That left only one other option. How was that supposed to work? Just ask Hermione for a blowjob? Maybe see if Hestia was ready for a tumble?
Harry looked up to see Fred and George had shown up at some point. No one was talking, they were just staring at him.
"Did you hear any of that, mate?" Ron asked.
Harry shook his head. He stood. Without a word he pushed passed them. He headed downstairs, barely registering that Ginny was in the hallway, and hurried downstairs. Harry opened the door that he had seen the others use. The assembled group froze once he stepped in.
He scanned the group. A small part of his mind registered that Snape was among them. While annoying, he had more pressing matters at hand. He stopped when he found his godfather.
"Sirius." He forced a smile through his growing discomfort. "I need to speak with you urgently."
chapter 11
Summary:
A bit of plot & then back to the smut
Notes:
Harry X Molly Weasley
Dubious Consent
Molly Weasley ~ Annabel Redd :: Add a few years to fit ::
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Sirius looked grateful for an excuse to leave the meeting. He stepped out into the hall. They looked at each other awkwardly, not sure to hug or shake hands. Sirius patted him on the shoulder.
"It's good to see you again Harry." Sirius smiled at him.
"It's good to see you too." Harry replied. "Is there somewhere we can talk privately?"
"Follow me." Sirius led him deeper into the house.
He opened up an ornate door to reveal an office. It hadn't been used in quite some time, like the rest of the house, but it positively radiated high class. A few leather couches were spaced through the room. The centerpiece, though, was a large, dark stone desk. It looked like it should be used as a sacrificial alar rather than a desk.
"This was my grandfathers'." Sirius explained as he took a seat. He motioned for Harry to as well. "What's up, pup?"
"How much do you know about the dementor attack?" Harry asked.
Sirius scowled. "I know you were attacked, but no one is telling me anything."
"You and me both." Harry shook his head. "I'm only telling you this, please keep it between us."
"Of course." Sirius nodded.
"One of them kisses me." Harry held up a hand. "My cousin knocked me over, my wand was out of reach, and one of the picked me up. I felt it pulling my soul from my body. Then." He snapped his fingers. "It stopped and there was an explosion of magic. Turned both of them into ash."
Sirius studied Harry but didn't speak. He motioned for him to continue.
"Ever since I've had this building pressure inside of me." Harry said. "I realized after a couple of days that it was my magic. For some reason it's just building and building inside of me. It feels like I'm going to burst."
"I'm not a healer, Harry." Sirius said softly. "I know enough to keep someone alive for a bit for the real healers to get there. This sounds far beyond what I understand." He paused. "What happens when the pressure gets to be too much?"
"Accidental magic." Harry replied. "I burned the letters the ministry sent to me with a thought, I changed Arabella's clothes, and I can talk to Hedwig now."
"That's not accidental magic." Sirius leaned back in the seat. "Accidental magic is random, usually brought on by stress or danger. What you're talking about sounds like Wild Magic."
"I don't know what that is." Harry shrugged.
"This is a very simple way to explain a complex topic." Sirius held up a hand to stop Harry from speaking. "I know a little about it, so I'll tell you what I can."
"Thank you." Harry whispered.
"Magic is in everything. We have tools to shape it. Wands, potions, charms, and all of that." Sirius explained. "In a way, all magic is wild, we just are able to tame a little for our own purposes. What you're doing, using Wild Magic, is forgoing the tools. Even without meaning it, you're shaping the magic to do your bidding."
"How?" Harry asked.
"No clue." Sirius shrugged. "I will look through the family library to see if I can find anything. If you allow it, I can contact a couple of old friends as well."
"Thank you." Harry smiled at him. "It means a lot that you'd ask me first."
Sirius smiled. The happiness in his face drained as he realized Harry wasn't buttering him up.
"You're my godson, Harry." Sirius leaned forward. "I have made mistakes in the past, but I will follow you to hell and back. Even if you weren't, you're one mad wizard. For the last four years you've experienced more than most veteran aurors have. With less training to boot. I'm with you."
Harry opened his mouth to say something. His thoughts were knocked off course. The pressure was getting to be too much.
"I need to release it." Harry spoke through gritted teeth.
"What has worked in the past?" Sirius asked.
"Sex." Harry chuckled.
"That explains the girls you mentioned." Sirius laughed. "Not a lot of help for that here."
"Ask Hestia?" Harry suggested.
"And they call me a dog." Sirius shook his head. "I'll go talk to her. Stay here."
"That's for the best." Harry blushed. "When it starts to get bad it's hard to stay in control."
Sirius laughed as he left. Harry settled into the couch. He took long, slow breathes, trying to think of some other way to release the tension. It had never gotten this bad before.
It seemed like Sirius had just left when the door opened again. He turned toward it, hoping that Hestia had agreed to meet with him. Harry froze when he saw the Weasley Matriarch standing in the doorway.
"Harry." She crossed the room, stopping just out of reach. "You were told to stay out of the meeting."
Harry paused, looking at her for a long moment.
"Misses Weasley." Harry glared at her. "Kindly leave."
"Excuse me, young man? That I no way to speak to me." Her face went red.
"Did you think to ask why I needed to talk to Sirius?" Harry stepped closer to her, he hadn't grown all the much over the summer. They stood eye-to-eye now. "No, of course you didn't. You just decided that you knew best and barged in here."
She looked like she was about to explode.
"Fine." Harry flicked his wrist toward the door.
Misses Weasley jumped as it slammed shut. The lock slid home solidly.
"I guess you'll be the one to help me." Harry reached up, stroking her cheek.
"Harry." Her eyes went wide. "What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about you stripping naked and stretching out on that couch." Harry's voice dropped to a purr.
"I will do no such thing." She snapped.
"You prefer a bed?" He pointed to the couch, it shifted into an equally luxurious bed.
"How?" She looked from the bed back to him.
"I'm full of surprises." Harry slid a hand down her body and began to untuck her shirt.
"We can't." She whispered.
"Oh, but we can." Harry leaned closer, biting her ear. "First, we get rid of these pesky clothes."
Harry freed the rest of her shirt. Deftly, his hand undid her skirt. She gasped as it fell around her feet.
"Then, I get you on that bed." He turned her so her back was to the bed. "Finally, I fuck you."
She shuddered. "I'm married."
"I don't care." Harry stood over her. "Molly, take off my pants."
She sat up. Her hands expertly divested him of his clothes. Without any further prompting she stripped off her own as well.
"Mmm." Harry purred looking down at her.
The woman had hid her figure well under layers of clothing. Now, completely exposed to him, he could see that she was rather sexy. Her breasts were the biggest he'd seen so far, and her red bush was thick. He ran a finger through it. The hair shifted, trimmed to a neat length. It felt right to leave a bit of bush on her.
"Spread your legs, Molly." Harry commanded.
Molly did as she was told. He leaned closer, swiping her slit with a quick lick of his tongue. She squeaked. Harry slowly dragged his tongue along her pussy. He savored her flavor, but he couldn't quite place it. The only way to find out was to get another taste. He slid his tongue into her pussy, steadily fucking her with it.
The flavor still eluded him. Harry rose from between her legs to find her breathing hard. He shifted closer to her, running the tip of his cock along her pussy once he could reach.
"This is the part where I fuck you." Harry pressed forward, penetrating her as he spoke.
Molly let out a long moan. Harry leaned over, wrapping his arms around her. He gave her a brief moment before he began to rock back and forth. Her pussy gripped him tightly. Molly's muscles wildly gripped his cock every few strokes.
"Fuck. Fuck. Oh, Harry this is so wrong." She whined as she lifted her ass up to meet each push.
Harry changed it up. Moving from rocking to hard, steady thrusts. They traveled across the bed until Molly's head hung off the edge. Harry grabbed her hips, pulling her back as he shimmied to the middle of the mattress.
He pounded into her, hard and fast.
"Fuck me. Fuck me. Oh shit, Harry. Yes, fuck." Her words drifted into gibberish.
Harry groaned as he held her close. His body shook as he shot rope after rope of cum into her. The pressure eased up, just a little. He needed more.
He flipped her over to her stomach. She shifted her legs open wider to allow him access. Harry jackhammered into her mercilessly. He had no idea how long it took. Some feral part of his brain had taken hold. Harry grabbed onto her hips, pulling her back to meet him. He deposited another load of his seed into her.
Again, the pressure eased a bit more. It was still more than it had ever been when he had been at Privet Drive. If he didn't vent more he'd be constantly tapping into wild magic.
Harry lifted her hips up. He summoned a pillow from one of the other couches, raising her ass up for a better angle. Harry circled her rosebud with his finger. Molly let out a strangled moan as her ass was prepped and lubed.
Still, Harry knew he needed to be careful. She may be his cum dump for now, but he didn't want to hurt her. Plus, there was always the chance he would need to use her again.
He pushed forward, slowly forcing a little more of his length into her with each stroke. Molly turned her head, looking at him over her shoulder. She groaned out loud as she pushed hard against him. Slowly, he began to make longer and longer strokes. Harry smiled as he felt her humping back into him with more force. Her ass was amazing. He gripped her cheeks hard, smacking them every other stroke.
"How does it feel to take my cock in your ass, Molly?" Harry smiled down at her. "I'm going to fill your tight asshole with my cum. If you apologize nicely, I might let you take a shower before you get into bed with your husband."
Her eyes widened, for a brief moment she remembered that she was married. The thought was quickly erased as he dumped a load of hot cum into her. Molly moaned; her eyes fluttered as she felt his cock throb inside of her. Her asshole clenched even tighter as a vicious orgasm ripped through her.
Harry slowly pulled out of her. The pressure was finally manageable. He smacked her ass once more. A wicked smile played across his face as he watched the cum flowing out of her. He caressed her thigh and was rewarded with a shudder. She was too distracted by the touch to realize his cum flow back up into her. It would stay there for the night.
"What did you do to me, Harry?" She rolled over to her back. Her eyes were drooping, and her breath was ragged.
"If I had to guess." Harry tapped his chin. "I'd say I just stuffed you full of cum."
Harry leaned forward, looking her in the eyes.
"Don't worry. I'm sure Arthur won't question why your youngest will have black hair." He shrugged. "Tell him it was stress, or something to do with being in this house."
Molly blanched.
"Just be sure to fuck him in the next few days." Harry stood up. "It would be awkward if the timing was off."
He found his clothes and began to get dressed. The bed transformed back into a couch, almost dumping Molly onto the floor. Harry was tired of how she treated him, and everyone else. He was starting to see that many of the adults in his life hadn't earned his respect. Their actions proved time and time again that they didn't respect him. Yet they constantly left the mess for him to deal with.
The door unlocked as he approached. He opened it to find Sirius wondering the hall nearby. His godfather looked at Harry. The man visibly relaxed.
"Where were you?" Sirius asked.
"In the office." Harry replied.
"The office disappeared." Sirius motioned to the door. He stopped, seeing that it was now back. "How?"
"Magic." Harry shrugged. "Any luck with Hestia?"
"She was too embarrassed to talk to me about it." Sirius shook his head. "How are you feeling? Maybe we could find another way to help. I could take you down to the training room and let you blast some dummies until your feel better."
"There's a training room?" Harry asked.
Sirius nodded. "Follow me. I might not be a professor, but I can teach you a few things."
"What about my wand?" Harry asked. "The Ministry will know if I use it and they will use that against me in the trial."
"Don't worry about that." Sirius shot him a sly grin. "I'm sure one of the family wands will work well enough for you."
chapter 12
The training room was in the basement. It had a full-size dueling platform, patrolling training dummies, a target range, and a rather robust gym. Sirius strolled over to a cabinet. He opened it to reveal a set of carefully maintained wands.
"See which one fits." Sirius waved him over.
"Whose are these?" Harry asked running his hand gently over the grips.
"A couple have been in the Black family for generations." Sirius explained. "I know one if from my grandfather. The others I have no clue."
Harry stopped about halfway down the set. A bone white wand with striations of black seemed to call to him. He plucked it from its perk. The familiar thrum of magic shot through him. It was on par, if not a bit stronger, than his normal wand.
"This one." Harry was relieved to find that it was wood, not bone.
"It's yours." Sirius smiled brightly at him. "Keep it. I'd suggest having it hidden. It's not against the law to have more than one wand, but it's not legal either." The older man caught sight of the holster on his arm. "Give me a day or two and I'll have something worked out."
"Thanks." Harry gave Sirius a one-armed hug. "Teach me some fighting spells? One thing I've realized is that I am completely unprepared for an actual fight."
Sirius growled.
"Right." He took a deep breath. "We'll start with the basics and press on from there."
For the next hour Sirius taught him a steady stream of offensive magic. There were no 'proper stances' or decorum. Sirius would give him the spell and the wand movement, then have him cast it until he got it right. Harry was pleasantly surprised to find that he was picking up the new spells and charms a lot faster than he usually did.
Luckily, they were using the training dummies. Casting the spells helped ease the building pressure by funneling the excess magic into them. His spells were hitting harder than ever. Even a simple spell like 'Lumos' produces an intense light.
Harry finally felt a noticeable difference after a couple of hours of constant spell work. Casting spells for hours on end wasn't an option even for when he returned to school. It was great to have the extra punch to his casting, but the quick blowjob he got from Hestia the other day had a greater release of pressure. So far, sex was the most efficient way.
"How are you feeling?" Sirius asked.
Harry paused. "Really hungry."
"Put your wand in the holster." Sirius motioned to the strip of leather. "There should be space for a couple of them on there. Let's check if dinner is ready."
Harry followed Sirius to the stairs. He paused, sliding the new wand into place before heading up. Sirius led him to the kitchen. Everyone was there already. Hermione, Tonks, and practically the entire Weasley family. He didn't see Percy, which wasn't a loss, and Charlie was most likely off working with dragons. Harry found an empty spot at the table. Sirius sat next to him.
He forced his face to remain blank when he saw Molly fluttering around the kitchen. She avoided looking at him at all costs.
"Thank you, Misses Weasley." Harry said as she slid a plate in front of him.
"Harry!" Arthur Weasley called from farther along the table. "Glad to see you're safe."
"Glad to be here." Harry smiled at him.
Harry didn't feel bad about sleeping with Arthur's wife. As much as he liked the man, he too was among the many adults who had failed him. There were moments of kindness and care when dealing with him in the past, but those were fleeting. Now that he thought about it, the longest conversation he had with the man was about rubber ducks. Even when they went to the World Cup last year, they hadn't spoken much at all.
"I'll be taking you to the ministry tomorrow." Arthur gave him a jolly smile. "We'll leave a bit early so I can check in on my office beforehand."
"That works for me." Harry nodded.
It was becoming second nature to pay attention to the gathering pressure. He could feel it slowly building again. It was constantly there.
Harry stole a quick look at Molly. Sex with Arabella, Emily, and Candy had helped immensely. As did the blowjob from Hestia. For some reason the sex with Molly wasn't as effective. He tried to think about what was different.
The most obvious was the location. Being in the magical side of things had caused things to speed up. There should have been a noticeable difference even if the buildup was faster. He was missing something.
Harry thought back to when slept with Arabella. He was using wild magic throughout the entire night but didn't notice the building pressure until the next day. Then he had met Emily. Being with her practically knocked it down to zero. After that, he spent time with Candy and that had left him feeling wonderful. It wasn't until he followed Hestia into the mailbox hideaway that it started again. That made sense. The room was magical, so the pressure was building faster. Being with her had made it manageable. Harry filled Molly with three loads. Each one should have helped more than it did. He was missing something.
Sirius patted him on the shoulder, snapping him back to the rest of the world.
"I'm going to look for some answers." Sirius spoke low enough so only Harry heard.
Harry nodded. He looked down at his plate. At some point he had finished his food, whatever it was. Then that he realized he hadn't spoken to anyone the entire time. He looked around the table to see Hermione was trying desperately to get his attention. Ron was in a heated conversation with Fred and George about something.
He wasn't sure how to deal with them yet. Harry stood from the table and placed his dish in the sink. He could hear someone following him as he headed upstairs. They had decided to listen to Dumbledore rather than talk to him. He could have understood Hermione following what he said, but even she had shown over the years that she was willing to break the rules for something important. Oddly enough, he could see Ron going along with it. Apathy was a likely factor. Or he was happy to finally have something that Harry didn't.
They had chosen to follow Dumbledore. Over the last four years the man had done absolutely nothing to earn any respect. Hermione and Ron should have seen that, they were there with Harry through it all.
His emotions were muddling up his thoughts. There was a more important matter at hand.
Emotions.
Harry started to pace along the second-floor hallway. He needed to stop thinking about this like a muggle. His magic was building up and needed release. Emotions were a big component to the more powerful spells. Carrying that idea to his current situation then emotions would be important.
It was an idea, but he needed to test it. There hadn't been an emotional connection with Molly. Well, not a pleasant one. He had been indifferent to Hestia and didn't pay enough attention when he was with Arabella. Candy and Emily both had a positive experience leading up to the sex.
Now he just needed to find someone to help test the idea. Hermione wasn't an option; he wasn't happy with her at the moment. Ginny… no, that would be weird. Who else was there?
"Tonks." Harry came to a stop.
"Harry." The pink-haired woman spoke from nearby.
Harry spun to the side, seeing her leaning against the wall.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked slowly.
"Watching you." Tonks shrugged. She dusted herself off as she stepped away from the wall. "Hermione mentioned you lot were rocky. Want to talk about it?"
Harry wasn't sure if there was enough time to set things in motion. The group brought him here in the evening. He wasn't sure how long the encounter with Molly lasted, but he knew that he had trained with Sirius for a couple of hours after. The day was starting to wear on him.
"Tomorrow?" Harry gave her a tired smile. "I need some sleep."
Tonks walked over, getting closer than he expected. "Tomorrow then."
She winked at him as she walked away. It would have been a lot more effective if she didn't trip immediately after. Tonks hopped to her feet, she dusted herself off, and hurried down the stairs without a look back.
Harry chuckled. He was looking forward to talking to her now. A deep yawn snuck up on him. He trudged to the bedroom and collapsed into bed. Even Ron's snoring didn't wake him up.
chapter 13
Something felt different when Harry woke up. The pressure was gone, but not in a good way. Instead of a slow build, it felt like a seal had been broken. It built with every heartbeat; a fire being fed more fuel in time with his pulse.
"This isn't good." Harry muttered.
Harry slipped the extra wand out of the holster.
"Hedwig?" He whispered.
"Yes, my love?" The owl floated to land on his shoulder.
"Can you hide this for me?" He asked.
"Of course." She bonked the side of his head with her own. "I hope we leave soon. The hunting is better elsewhere."
"I hope so too." Harry stroked her chest.
Hedwig hopped off his shoulder. She took flight, disappearing somewhere he didn't know. The house apparently had plenty of space for owls. He wondered if that was normal. The Burrow didn't have anything like its setup, but it was in the country, so any owls were free to hunt and explore the outside.
Thoughts for another time.
Harry got dressed for the day. He couldn't help but smile when he saw the clothes available. They were all the ones he had bought when he was with Candy. He hoped to see her again. That would mean he'd have to go to Privet Drive at some point, but he would deal with that later. He couldn't forget about Emily. Though he wasn't sure how things with her would play out.
Once he was dressed, he hurried downstairs. It was early enough that the kitchen wasn't completely packed. Arthur sat at the table with Tonks, Sirius, and Lupin. Molly hopped up and hurried around the kitchen once Harry entered.
"Breakfast, Harry dear?" Her voice shook slightly.
"Eggs and Toast, please." Harry replied.
"Morning, Harry." Tonks said through a yawn. Her hair was long, blonde, and curly for now. "Sleep good?"
Harry nodded. "You alright?"
"I've…" She yawned. "Been up all night." Tonks motioned to the chair next to her. "Come and sit down."
Tonks tried to push it out for him only to knock it over. Harry smiled at her as he picked up the chair. He turned to Sirius.
"Any luck?" Harry asked his godfather.
"Nothing yet." Sirius replied. "I'm reaching out to a friend today." He leaned in close and dropped his voice. "How bad is it?"
"Talk in the office after breakfast?" Harry asked.
Sirius nodded.
"How are you feeling?" Arthur chimed in.
Harry looked over to him, confused for a moment. "Oh, the hearing." He shrugged.
"We'll be meeting with Amelia Bones in her office." Arthur explained. "Shouldn't take long at all."
"She's okay." Tonks added. "She's fair, she'll hear you out."
"Be polite, stick to the facts, and stay calm." Sirius cautioned.
"The law is on your side." Lupin reassured him. "Even underage wizards are allow to use magic in dangerous situations."
Harry started to eat his toast. He got a couple of bites in before Arthur spoke again.
"We should go in now." Arthur said. "We'll be a bit early, but it'll be better if we're there before hand."
Harry shrugged. He put down the remains of the toast and got to his feet.
"You'll be all right, Harry." Tonks patted his arm. "We can have a chat later, yeah?"
Harry nodded, giving her a small smile.
"Good luck." Lupin clapped him on the shoulder. "I'm sure this will all be fine."
Arthur set a quick pace as they set off.
"I don't usually walk to work." He explained. "I thought it would be best to arrive in a more non-magical fashion."
Harry nodded. Arthur was giddy through the entire trip. He loved the automated ticket machines, even though they were broken. When they arrived at their stop, he practically giggled with the machine goblet his ticket. Arthur took a moment once they were back on the street to get his bearings. It didn't take long for him to find what he was looking for.
The duo was crammed in an old, red phone box that had seen better days. Arthur did something to the phone. After a short conversation they started descending. One moment he was watching sheer dirt walls slide by and the next he was blinded by a flash of light. When he was able to see again, he saw they were in a long and impressive hall with dark wood that was polished so smooth it looked like stone. Both walls were lined with fireplaces. One side was enter and the other was exit. There was a fountain farther down that was the centerpiece to it all. It was gold, and the figures were almost lifelike.
"Over here, Harry." Arthur waved him over to a security desk.
A gate with the words 'visitors' sat behind a security desk. A single bored looking security wizard stood as they approached. Arthur flashed the man a card and the guy looked shifted to look at Harry.
"Business?" The guard asked.
"Escorting a visitor." Arthur motioned to Harry.
"Step over here." The guard tapped the desk.
Harry followed the instructions.
"Wand." The guard said.
Harry gave it to him. The guard tapped it on a brass box that looked kind of like a typewriter. It spit out a piece of parchment. The guard handed him the wand back and slid the parchment into a mail slot.
It wasn't until they had to squeeze into the lift that Harry noticed something was different. The pressure, rather his fire, was raging now. There was no heat to it, more a feeling, an aura that he envisioned as fire. Left with his thoughts while the lift slowly moved from one level to the next, he had time to focus on it now.
He wasn't sure if this was a positive development or not. Sure, the pressure seemed to be gone, but feeling like a magical bonfire wasn't exactly comforting. The only good thing was that so far it didn't seem like anyone else could tell.
Arthur led him out to his office. Harry wasn't paying all the much attention to what was going on. It was hard to care about anything other than what he was feeling. This thing with the Ministry was a waste of time, they couldn't tell the difference between Dobby using magic and him using magic. It wasn't his fault they were morons. Even if he lost and they broke his wand there was another one waiting with Sirius. Leaving Hogwarts would be a little rough, but he knew there were other schools out there now.
"Hm?" Harry looked up. Arthur had been speaking to him,
"We need to hurry; they changed the time." Arthur pulled him along.
Harry shrugged and followed close behind. He didn't think he had used any wild magic since he woke up. Honestly, he wasn't sure how to use it at all. Sure, he did some simple things like close doors, or summon his wand, on instinct, but he didn't know how he was able to speak with Hedwig.
Arthur opened a door for him. Harry stepped through and found himself standing alone. He was surrounded by cloaked witches and wizards sitting on raised benches. The lighting was focused on him, while making them appear mysterious and imposing.
His brain caught up with what was going on. The trial had been moved up and changed to a different location. Instead of an office with one person, it was now in front of an entire jury.
Harry's eyes found Fudge. He glared up at the man. The lights shifted, spreading off of him and covering everyone. Now that he was no longer in the spotlight Harry looked around the crowd again. There were a few faces he kind of recognized but no one who stood out.
The crowd had just calmed down when Dumbledore entered. That seemed to shake Fudge up. Harry spared a glance at the old man. He wasn't sure if he wanted his help. Judging by his past experiences, it wasn't worth much.
Harry waited, letting Fudge flounder while Dumbledore did his usual 'I know more than you' act. It wasn't until Dumbledore called in a witness that Harry started to pay attention.
Arabella Figg walked into the room. She was wearing a nice sundress rather than her usual bathrobe. Her hair hung loose to her shoulders. Harry had to admit, she looked good. He would have to convince her to wear it again next time he saw her.
He gave her a sly smile and was rewarded with a blush. The small flash of interest was squashed once the questioning started up again. No one wanted to believe the dementors were there. Two were missing now. They had been gone since the incident. No one knew where they were. Harry didn't feel like explaining that they had exploded.
Their case fell apart even more once they examined Harry's wand. The little parchment from the security desk was a readout of his wand activity. It showed the last spell he had used was Lumos the last day of term. Without a spell showing up, it was down to a case of accidental magic. The trial stalled.
"The Chair recognizes Dolores Jane Umbridge, Senior Undersecretary to the Minister." Fudge announced.
A woman who looked like Uncle Vernon had a wild night with a bipedal toad leaned forward to speak.
"I'm sure I must have misunderstood." Her voice was high-pitched with a false edge of sweetness. "Are you saying that this boy lost control of his magic so far as to destroy two dementors? So silly of me. He wouldn't be safe to have around our good witches and wizards."
She laughed. The sound made him shudder. A few other members of the group joined her. This started another long back and forth between Dumbledore and Fudge. The toad woman would whisper something to Fudge every so often that would lead to another approach to the argument. Other people were getting involved now.
Harry felt his magic shift. The flames eased for a brief moment. He scanned the room, trying to figure out what he had done. It took a moment to find the change. Dolores Umbridge. She didn't look right. Her skin looked moist. He wasn't sure, but her eyes may have gotten bigger as well.
The trial ended, Harry was found innocent, and Dumbledore left without another word. Harry walked back out into the hall to find Arthur waiting for him.
"How did it go?" Arthur asked.
"Innocent." Harry rolled his eyes. "Thanks for bringing me."
The doors to the court opened again interrupting their conversation. Arthur watched as the group of people filed out.
"Merlin!" Arthur whispered as he pulled Harry out of the way. "You were tried by the full court?"
"It wasn't much of a trial." Harry shrugged. "Mostly just Fudge and Dumbledore arguing."
"Morning, Arthur." Madam Bones stopped beside them.
Arthur tried not to look when Percy walked by. Harry was more distracted by the toadlike woman that followed Fudge. Her neck was wider now, less defined, and her eyes had shifted on her head. No one seemed to notice.
"Would I be able to speak with you, Mister Potter?" Madam Bones asked.
"Sure." Harry smiled. "When did you want to talk?"
"We could do it now, if you are available." She nodded. "Follow me to my office?"
"Certainly." Harry agreed.
"I'll catch up in a bit." Arthur said.
Madam Bones led the way. They passed by Fudge who was talking in hushed tones to Lucius Malfoy. Madam Bones and the blond bastard traded glares. He sneered at Harry as he passed. The dread he felt seeing the Death Eater again was tamped down by morbid curiosity. No one had seemed to notice the woman standing behind Fudge now had a green tint to her skin.
Harry looked at Malfoy again. The man may be a murdering bastard, but he was observant. There wasn't a single indication that Malfoy saw anything wrong. Harry shook his head. A brief flash of confusion played across Malfoy's face as Harry walked away.