Changes by bayushi
Summary:
"Don't you remember when you were young, and wanted to set the world on fire..."
My take on Harry is a werewolf. love and rebellion, as they try to escape the shadows, and the war of their parents!
This is a rewrite of my first fic, I'm not a great writer, but had some good ideas, so, why not try again?
Relationships:
Fleur Delacour/Harry Potter
Katie Bell/Harry Potter
Daphne Greengrass/Harry Potter
Hermione Granger/Harry Potter
Ginny Weasley/Blaise Zabini
Additional Tags:
Werewolf Harry
Greater Good Dumbledore
alternative universe
Fluff
Angst
not so good english
Porn With Plot
Misguided Albus Dumbledore
Chapter 1
Notes:
Harry is a fucked up teen with low self steam, depression, and anxiety (he even goes to therapy) so, he has a lot of problems, and it will take time for him to grow, and he will grow, that is the idea of the story, but this is not a chad Harry by any means.
Chapter Text
AN: This is a rewrite of my first fic. The first version was really poorly written (not that this one nlis much better lol) but I really liked some of the ideas I had. So why not humiliate myself and try again. This is an obvious AU, and in this timeline, the biggest difference is that things started happening to Harry in his second year. So the tournament will happen in his fifth year, and the plots of GoF and OtP happen at the same time (kinda).
Also, mandatory reminder that English is not my first language, but I'm trying my best.
Thanks for reading.
Prologue
Lily Potter was somewhat mesmerized by the interactions happening just in front of her. The analytical witch was trying at the same time to make sense of what she was witnessing, while her maternal side tried not to melt into a pile of pure happiness, her deep green eyes humid and full of love.
The beautiful red-haired witch was having one of her best times in a while, one of her best friends, Apolline Delacour, one of her best friends, had arrived from France with her family that lovable autumn afternoon, looking like a beautiful goddess as always, but with a nice bottle of wine. After some small talk, Apolline's husband, Jacques Delacour, had joined James at the office to finish and sign the contract.
For a while there, with her friends, Lily could pretend she had a normal life, without a maniac running around Britain, and an old man, locked in the past trying to control the lives of her family.
But, at this moment, it was the two kids in front of Apolline and herself that got all her attention. The beautiful three years old Fleur Delacour had latched herself into Harry ever since they arrived. Now, their inocent laughter fueled the living room, sending waves of happiness and a little bit of jealousy through Lily's heart. The beautiful little girl was clapping her hands, and Harry was laughing as the little plush animals from his mobile danced and jumped around.
"Maman, can we take Harry home with us, please!" The little silver-haired girl asked in a very fast and garbled french, the way kids of her age use to do when they are excited, making both mothers laugh at her antics.
Apolline looked at mesmerized Lily, and, taking a sip from her glass asked.
"What is running through this beautiful head of yours, Lily?" Apolline was a tall woman, dressed in a very fashionable blue dress, with long sleeves and a cleavage that showed just the right amount of her flawless skin. Her shoulder-length hair was almost the exact same silver color as her daughter, and framed an angular face with deep blue eyes. Even by veela stands, she was beautiful. Lily looked at her, and pointed at the dancing toys.
"Those… are not magic toys… they are the ones doing that!" Lily answered, with a hint of pride and fear I'm her voice.
"Mon Dieu!" Apolline was taken back by the revelation. "That is…"
"Extraordinary… also, Harry hasn't complaint or cried ever since she arrived. If I didn't know better, I would say she is using her special charm on him." Lily giggled.
"Oh, non… that is still ten or eleven years away." Apolline said, taking a sip from her wine. "Non… this is something else Lily, something even more special!"
Lily laid her back on the couch and looked at her friend. The veela was always someone way more exoteric than herself, looking for signs even in places where there were none. But this, Lily thought, looking at Harry's little hands touching the small girl's silver hair, this could really be something.
"They are our future Lily… maybe, this is magic's way to show us hope…" Apolline placed one hand over Lily's own, her friend knew how much she needed it, hope, at the moment.
The door from the small office swung open, and both Jacques Delacour and James Potter came out of it.
"It is done!" Jacques said, while Apolline poured wine on for both her husband and her friend. "As your solicitor, I can say your actions are very solid in securing a future for Harry, and as your friend…" He took the glass his wife offered him and looked at the other couple with loving eyes. "You can rest assured we will do whatever it takes to see it through!"
"Thank you, Jacques. Is really a relief." Lily said, giving the tall french man a kiss on his cheeks.
"I am sure Sirius and Arthur will be more than able to give you the support you need here in Britain, but what about the old man? Wouldn't he be in the way?" Jacques asked, sitting on the love seat with his wife, and looking at the kids playing. It did not go unnoticed to him how calm and happy his daughter really felt.
"Yes, Dumbledore still needs us, his little order is very weakened after we left with Sirius, he still needs our political support, and will help if it means he can guarantee that…" James said, and Lily wondered how he was miles away from the little pureblood brat he once was. She was proud of the good and accepting man he had become, a true instrument for change. The red-haired witch noticed the glow in her husband's eyes as he looked at the two kids, and could feel the courage to protect them, no matter what.
"Now, let's not talk about boring or darker things anymore…" Apolline said with a smile. "Today we celebrate hope for the future, love and the changes it can bring!" She finished raising her glass and looking at the kids, their laugh fueling the room with hope.
.oOo.
Two months later, Jacques was trying unsuccessfully to hold his tears while he looked down at the piece of parchment on his hands. He had spent the entire day between his family, floo calls and official owls and it was exhausting, and yet, absolutely nothing was done. "Damn the English and their bureaucracy, why everything had to be so damn hard with them!" The Frenchman cursed, clenching his fist so hard that it would leave marks on the palm of his hand.
Apolline entered the spacious office they had over the Delacour state, and sat on the couch in front of the fireplace, almost like expecting someone to come out of it and say everything was a prank. But Jacques knew that wouldn't happen. He noticed the bags under her reddish eyes, she also had been crying, and seated beside her, pulled his wife into a hug.
"How is she?" The man asked, already knowing the answer.
"She cried herself to sleep…" Apolline answered, burying her face into her husband's shoulder. "I don't know how, but she knows something bad has happened… she asked for Harry again and again…" the woman sobbed, openly crying in his embrace. "And you? Any luck with the British ministry?"
"No, only what we already knew. Sirius was taken to custody, and Dumbledore failed to deliver the will. And no one knows where Harry is. The old man did something… the boy just fell into the British system's cracks! And until we can disentangle it, he is legally our friend's son's guardian!" Jacques realized he was fuming with anger.
"Mon dieu! Do you think he would do something… to get rid of Harry?" Apolline asked, looking at him with fear in her deep blue eyes.
"No. It would be a stupid move to get rid of the boy who lived or something like that, as the English news are calling him. He will use the boy as the foundation of his new order. Besides…" Jacked showed her the piece of parchment he had, and the word "active" still glowing with a golden light. It proved Harry was alive, but where? How could the ministry of magic lose track of the most important kid in the world, while making the deaths of her best friends an horrible spectacle for publicity? Another tear ran down her face.
"And, what about… Sirius?" Apolline asked.
"I don't believe for a second what they are telling us. And you shouldn't either. Sirius loved the Potters as much as we did, and the trial will show that!" Jacques held his wife, the love of his life as tight as he could.
"I will find Harry…" He said into her ears. "I will find him, even if I have to become the god-damned chancellor of magic to do it!"
.oOo.
Albus Dumbledore sat at the big armchair in his office at Hogwarts, surrounded by a pile of legal parchments and strange magical devices, the results of some well spent gold and some small mind-controlling tricks. The old wizard removed his reading glasses and took a lemon drop from the bowl on the table. A smile crossed his lips as he felt the sour taste of the candy, a smile of satisfaction and self assurance. He had thought for a second that everything was lost, but now, the man had been able to salvage the situation in a way that surprised even himself.
Tom Riddle had nearly destroyed all of his well-crafted plans to advance the magical world into the future under Dumledore's own guidance, with his simplistic logic and his unreasonable childish actions. Worse, the so-called dark lord had managed to enlist members of various decadent pureblood houses, so important for Albus's own plans, into his ranks, as they seem to regain control over the changing wizardry world. Albus feared he would have to deal with the insolent Dark Lord himself. And that was something he was not looking forward to. Say what you want, but the Riddle boy had mastered an immense magical power (yes, to the headmaster of the most important magic school in England and war hero Albus Percival Dumbledore, they were all boys, boys who needed lessons he was much eager to give). When Dumbledore had realized, Tom already had too much power to be controlled, and his broken mind was too far gone into the dark arts to be saved. It was too late to stop what Riddle was doing when Dumbledore noticed. That was a serious miscalculation on his part, one the old wizard would not make again.
But then, the unbelievable happened. In one single play, Tom Riddle was eliminated, along with two of his biggest political opponents, and he gained the perfect platform to start his new order. Magic should really be on his side, of course, after all, he was the one doing the right thing for the future of his kids.
But Albus Dumbledore was no fool. The old man knew it was all a temporary solution. The wizard knew very well what the scar on the Potter's child's head was, he knew all too well what this child meant, both magically and politically . But, the old wizard was not going to make the same mistakes again, as he had with Tom. No, this time the child and his power would be folded and bent to his will from the very beginning. The plan was perfect, not even his useless excuse of a godfather could intervene now. The boy and his power would be his, and he would direct into a brighter future.
All for the greater good.
.oOo.
On the dark corner of his cell in Azkaban, Sirius Black wiped his face with dirty hands. "No!" The man thought angrily. Not that damned old man, nor that fucking rat, let alone this infernal prison would break him, he was going to live and keep his sanity, for them, his best friends, his brothers in all but blood, and especially for his godson. Sirius was going to get out, he promised himself. And he would help Harry bring all the changes the magical world desperately needed, to continue the work of his parents, even if he had to burn it all to the ground first.
Chapter 01
"Wat da bloody fuck?!" Harry Potter thought as he looked at the weird, misshapen little construction in the bottom of the Durlley's backyard. Was that the headmaster's idea of a solution for his situation? A small, weird build shack on the back of a muggle backyard? Vernon must have gotten a really good amount of money to allow the construction of such a monstrosity. The building was poorly done, not even one of its sides was straight and the ceiling was really low. Looking at it, Harry was doubtful he would even fit inside. But, as with many magical constructions, it was probably bigger on the inside than it looked on the outside. Also, Harry could feel the security wards both on the locker and around the small walls.
Harry opened the small door that protested with a squirming sound and, as expected, it was bigger on the inside, but not by much. There was barely enough room for him to move and stand up, and it would be almost impossible to lay down. The fifteen years old wizard could also see a shining, silvery chain hanging from the ceiling, with a collar at the end. Harry shivered, remembering the instructions about what he had to do with it. On the door, in a plank fixed with an odd angle, there were also some vials of wolfsbane potions, enough to last him the entire summer.
"I imagine how much money the headmaster must have paid to Vernon, there is no other way he would have gone along with that without some good reparations". Harry shivered again thinking of the enormous man who has been the source of most of the pain and anger over the first ten years of his life. It had gotten better over the last years, since Harry had gone to Hogwarts, but the simple thoughts about the beatings were enough to make him sweat. The young wizard couldn't understand how he was able to fight Dementors, but this one weak man, and Harry knew he was weak, made him afraid like a baby. Harry almost wished the magical wards didn't work properly on the next full moon, but quickly threw the thought aside, he was not like that.
"In the end…" Harry thought, looking around." This is just another prison, like all others I had been to, and I threw myself in this one this time." But also, for the first time, he didn't regret a thing, he would have done it all over again if needed. The wizard didn't even feel guilty, which was a first. Nor even angry.
He just felt alone…
.oOo.
Hermione tried, for the fourth time, to start reading her advanced transfiguration book, sitting at the desk in her room, surrounded by other magical and non-magical books, and posters and fliers of her favorite bands on her walls. And, for the fourth time, she couldn't go over the third line. Just looking at the magical tome before her would bring all the memories back in a painful flash. Sirius, Peter Petgril, Remus, the dementors, and specifically, Harry. Hermione knew something was wrong, and she was only thinking about the last predicaments they had been involved in, no, something had been wrong for some time now. But just now, after going through some turbulence over her own parents' divorce, the intelligent witch was putting all the pieces together. Hermione could not understand why the headmaster would isolate Harry like that, even at the school, and then let him come back to people who clearly treated him badly and without any way of contacting him!
Harry had never spoken about it with Ronald or herself, the boy had that infuriating tendency of keeping the bad things to himself up until he exploded and did something stupid. Brave, but stupid. But Hermione could see in his deep emerald eyes, that every time he spoke about the Dursleys, a scar almost as deep as the one on his forehead. And now, there was also the full moon problem.
The tears ran down her face into the pages of the transfiguration book as she thought about everything she wanted to do with him this summer, to take him to the movies, to see some shows, to be a normal teenager, maybe, even something else, but then, the memory of that night came back to her. Hermione could hear Harry's scream as the fangs buried deep into his shoulder while he tried to shield her from professor Lupin. The blood flowing through his shirt. The faint smile as he looked over his shoulder reassuring her. Sirius tried to help, but he was not fast enough. Then, for a second, humanity returned to Remus's eyes, and he let Harry go from his jaws and fled. After that, the young witch cried and screamed, but Harry said it was not Remus's or Hermione's fault, he was saying that the most important thing was the fact that she was safe. That bloody selfless prat, she wanted to scream, always thinking about the others before himself!
No, Hermione was resolute, this year would be different, she would help him, Harry deserved to find some happiness, and she would be there for him. Fuck the lycanthropy, fuck Dumbledore and Voldemort. Harry had saved her and now it was time for her to do the same for him. "And I will get him a bloody cell phone! I doubt that the medieval lot of the ministry, or even the headmaster would be able to trace it! He just needs to keep it hidden from the bloody Dursleys!"
.oOo.
Fleur Delacour stepped down the stairs into entering the Hall of her house. The atrium was illuminated by the big windows that let the light from the summer morning inside the manor and stopped in front of the big doors of her father's office. The young witch could hear voices coming from inside the room, which was not strange per se, especially after her father started running for chancellor of magic, but something was different this time. Not only the time, it was too early in the morning, but the person he was talking to sounded scared, and exasperated. Desperate even. "You don't understand Jacques!" The veela heard one of the voices say in English " I cursed him! Dammit, how could I destroy his life even more! Just when we finally get to him. He already suffered enough!" To Fleur, the man sounded desperate, almost to the point of crying. This was no political gathering.
"No Remus." She heard a different English voice, this one sounding tired. "Unless I am as guilty as you! We both know who to blame here, who created this entire situation…" The tired man started sounding angry.
"Friends..." Fleur heard her father's voice, with a more calming and controlled tone. "This conversation is no longer private, Fleur darling, you may come in now." Jacques finished.
After a small scared jump, Fleur nervously tried to straighten her already perfect blouse, and opened the door and entered into the big office room, with its walls covered with books and parchments, a big wooden table at the center where her father worked, and a fireplace surrounded by comfortable couches. Fleur then saw two very strange looking men in the room with her father and raised an eyebrow. They both looked dirty and tired, like they had just returned from a fight, they were almost scary. But she was taken aback by the way they were looking in awe at her. Fleur was used to men looking hungrily at her, she had learned to ignore the disgusting looks some throw at her direction, almost undressing her with their eyes, and also how to hurt anyone who tried more than that. Her mother had taught her, ever since the witch had presented the first signs, not only about how to live with, and how to control her magical allure, but also the many ways she could use it in her own favor. But, the looks now directed at her were of a very different kind. There was no lust in those strange men's eyes, but a mixture of genuine surprise and admiration.
"Mon dieu…" The thin, heavily tattooed man, who Fleur noticed had long hair and a beard as black as the night, said in French with a heavy English accent. "You… you've grown up so much… you have become such a beautiful young woman, just like your mother." The man finished, looking at Jacques with a sincere smile, getting up from his chair.
"I don't know if you will remember us, Fleur..." The other man, who had a big scar on his face and looked somewhat more ragged than the other one, said in a much better French, but with a more tired, defeated voice. "The last time we met, you were no older than three or four. My name is Remus Lupin, and this speechless idiot here is Sirius Black." That name sounded familiar to the witch, but she couldn't say where she had heard it.
"Oui." Jacques said, looking with curiosity at her expression. "The last time was at James and Lily's Christmas party I believe… almost fourteen years ago." He gave a sad smile at them, and she was certain there was something familiar, but Fleur couldn't put a finger on it.
Always polite, Fleur answered in an educated tone she reserved for her father's business partners and political allies, although she was sure the two men were neither, but something way deeper.
"Can't say I remember, monsieurs, but it is always a pleasure to meet my father's friends, especially ones who go back so long. But papa, you asked for me, non…" Fleur was curious at first, but now, she was way more than that, even if she was trying to hide it. Her father usually tried to keep Fleur and her younger sister Gabrielle out of his political meetings, though these men were a bit too weird for that.
Jacques smiled at his daughter's assertiveness. In that kind of matter, she was like himself, just as she was beautiful and smart like her mother.
"Yes Fleur, I did ask for you. As you know, ever since my name was called as a candidate for magical chancellor, Bertrand had become a very special owl I also happen to have some information concerning the activities of your school this year, dear." Jacques said and Fleur tilted her head, making the luxurious silver hair cascade of her right shoulder, and looked at her father curiously. "I know for a fact that you, Gabby and some of your colleagues will be traveling to Britain in a couple of months." Now the young witch looked surprised. "But I will not lie, the news coming from there are not the most reassuring ones. Not only are we seeing a rise of an extremely retrograde pureblood movement." All three men smiled in approval at the disgusted expression on her face. "But there are also even scarier rumors about something moving in the underground…"
"I can take care of myself papa!" Fleur interrupted with a prideful look that made Jacques smile at her. "myself and Gabby! You know that! Please do not worry papa. Also, I pity the fool who even looks the wrong way to madam Maxine" Fleur finished with a smirk.
"Oui, I will not even try to dissuade you dear, it would do me no good. I may say I am even proud of that. No, what I want is to ask you to do something for me… we need you to do something for us…" Fleur looked curiously to her father and his weird friends, and started to feel excited. "Now… What I am about to ask you is a secret, and, may I say, borderline illegal, and it can generate some international… discomfort… but I would not ask if I didn't trust you, and if it was not of extreme importance to protect the students from Hogwarts and possibly all other schools in Europe as well. Are you ok with it?" Fleur didn't even bother to hide her smile. For the next hour, she listened to her father's request with interest.
An hour later, excited with her mission, feeling like she was a character In a adventure novel, and proud of the trust her father had put on her, Fleur closed the office's double doors. Not even a second layer, the teen could hear the men starting to talk amongst each other again. "Do you think she can remember Jacques?" The ragged man named Remus asked, possibly unaware of the veela's sensitive sense of hearing.
"I don't know Remus, it was a long time ago, Fleur was much too young, we don't even know if it really meant something different, and she had suffered enough already… but I doubt a connection like that could be totally lost, or mere coincidence. But she is her own person now." Fleur didn't know what they were talking about, but felt it was important.
That night, an excited Fleur had a really strange and vivid dream. She could see herself, naked, walking through a very ancient-looking forest, and there was an enormous completely black wolf with her. The beast walked toward her, but, instead of being afraid, she felt touched by his eyes. The best had the most profound and beautiful, and yet familiar, emerald green eyes she has ever seen….
Chapter 02
Harry quickly learned that the very last night of the cycle was always the worst. The young werewolf could feel his body at the brink of collapse after days of his magic fighting against itself, every bone, every muscle, every nerve on his body hurt and his hypersensitive senses made him feel like his head would explode, as the sounds and smells around him overwhelmed his still human mind.
But, the worst by far was the thirst. Harry's mouth and throat were so dry that he could feel the cracks on his lips and the burning on his nose. He was sure he couldn't talk if he tried. Even opening his mouth in order to breathe was painfully hard.
Harry was lying in the dark, on one of the corners inside the little deformed shack built at the Dursley's backyard, trembling in pain as his body tried to come back to normal. The first rays of sunlight coming through the cracks in the door and on the walls were not enough to illuminate the space he was in. The young wizard listened, unable to move just yet. First , the heavy footsteps over the drying grass, and then the heavy locker being unlocked from the outside. The door then opened with the same crackling sound from before inundating the place with light, hurting Harry's sensitive eyes, making him turn his head with a grunt. Harry took a deep breath and smelled it, a smell he had always known all too well, even before his enhanced senses took place. The same cologne, mixed with fat and sweat. The scent of excitement coming from the enormous man in front of him. It was nauseating, Harry felt even weaker, and tried to reach for the collar around his neck.
"Well, well, look at you…" Vernon Dursley said, Harry could almost feel his smile and the venom coming through his words. "I didn't think you could become an even bigger aberration than you already were… but, look at you!" The round man's breath sped up, as Harry listened to him pressing something on his hand, the smell of leather and metal hitting the young werewolf's senses. "You know, the other freaks, your friends, paid good money to get my permission to build this monstrosity here, in my house…" Vernon was rolling his belt on his hand now, breathing even faster. "But no one warned me about the noises… no sir… I couldn't get a minute of sleep tonight, with all your crying and howling." Now the big man was panting. Harry realized that he could smell the man's arousal, the kind of excitement weak men have when they get any kind of small power over others. "And poor Petunia, so scared… how could you, boy … that woman gave you everything… I think you deserve the buckle of the belt today, to learn a little gratitude, don't you agree?" Harry couldn't believe it, it had been years since he had been beaten. The young werewolf found some strength to look up with a defiant gaze, only to see a smile on his uncle's face disappear and his expression turn into a mixture of fear and resentment, before the belt came flying into his direction.
.oOo.
Fleur had just finished packing all the things she would need for the school year in two large turquoise trunks, the same one she had been using ever since her first year at Beauxbatons, feeling a little nostalgic, it was her last year at the school after all. One of the trunks contained her books, quills, parchments and other practical materials, like the potions kit and her broom. In the second, her robes, both for day to day classes and, more formal ones, for special occasions, an assortment of casual mundane non magical clothes (she always loved non magical fashion, specifically concerning lingerie and other undergarments. She found the "magical" ones a little outdated.) and for this year in particular, a bigger number of cold weather garments, as England, and especially Scotland, was famous for its winters. Completing the space, she was also taking some things she was sure Gabrielle would forget to take with her, as always, so they would not need to bother their mother with things like an extra jacket or a pair of warm socks.
Fleur closed and locked her trunk with a soft smile. The girl's mind once again wondered to the wolf, as it had been happening every time she was distracted, the dream kept coming every night now. Maybe it has some hidden meaning, it was something the older veelas on the conclave said could happen, but Fleur was never one to believe in such things. She was lost in thought, looking at nowhere in particular when a gentle knock came from the door. Fleur turned around and watched as Apolline came in, looking beautiful dressed with a perfectly fit white blouse and high quality knee high pencil skirt. Like her daughter, the older veela had a predilection for non magical clothing, and she had recently cut off her hair in a cute Chanel style as she helped her husband during the campaign.
"Everything packed, my little dove?" Apolline asked with a hint of sorrow, it was always hard for her to be apart from her daughters.
"Yes maman." Answered Fleur, smiling at the nickname her mother had for her. The girl could notice her mother had something else to say though.
"Say Fleur…" Her mother continued, looking around the room about to be empty for many months. "I always try to stay out of your business, but let me ask, anyone in particular you are looking forward to seeing again this year?"
Taking by surprise, this was really not something her mother would ask. Fleur blushed for just a second, but answered with certainty.
"Only Regine maman, and as a good friend." Fleur said as Apolline sat beside her on the bed "You know I tried, but it was no good. The boys can't see past the damn allure, and most girls can't overcome their jealousy." The young witch shrugged. "Also, the preconceived ideas some people have about us are simply… disgusting. So no, I had fun for a while, but not so much anymore. But why ask me now?" To Fleur's surprise, Apoline just smiled.
"I know how hard it can be. It took me a long time to find your father" Apolline said, with a nostalgic smile.
"Ah, now we are getting to the point." Fleur thought to herself.
"I assume you already talked at length to your father." Apolline continued and Fleur nodded. The witch watched as her mother took a deep breath. "Then, here goes…" The older witch extended her hand, showing her daughter a magic photograph. "It is not without pain I give you this, it is something we try to move forward, but it is for the best now." Fleur didn't understand, but grabbed the picture f on her hand and looked at it.
In the picture, smiling and waving at the camera, Fleur could see her mother and father, and she was taken back but how much you her he looked. to their left, the young veela could see the man she had met earlier this month, Remus Lupin, and, to their right, there was another young smiling couple. Fleur thought the green eyes of the beautiful red haired woman looked familiar, and more to the right, besides the handsome man with glasses, the man she now knows as Sirius Black had a wide grin. But what really caught her was the kids. On the ground, side by side, smiling like she didn't even know she could, Fleur could recognize herself, and with her, a little boy, no much more than a year old, she imagined, with green eyes and messing hair. The veela looked into them, almost like she was hypnotized for a couple seconds.
"Why?" Fleur finally asked.
"My dear… let me tell you about when your father and I were young…" Apolline pulled her close.
.oOo.
"Here, the books you asked me." Daphne Greengrass said, giving Hermione Granger a stack of three very big books. The pureblood girl raised a very well done eyebrow, that just like her midnight hair, contrasted perfectly with her ivory skin and cold blue eyes. "I still don't understand what you want with it, as I remember you saying that the magical world and its laws are too backwards".
"Actually, they are for Harry," Hermione said, putting the books aside in her luggage cart. "He told me about this plan of his at the end of the last term…" Daphne was surprised by the revelation.
As strange as it looks to the outsiders, both girls had become friends over the previous year, after the broom incident that had divided the Gryffindor golden trio, they had learned during studying sessions that they had much more in common than being intelligent and doing the same classes, some of their ideas and morals were.also very close. And, as much as it hurt, after this summer, said golden trio could be no more… Daphne looked worried at her, but Hermione just dismissed it with a wave.
The bright young witch looked around nervously, searching for Harry in the crowd of students and parents that flooded the station. The girl hadn't seen her best friend for almost three months now, as the headmaster chosen to keep him isolated until they figure out what to do about his new condition, much to Hermione's dismay Harry wasn't even aloud to visit the Burrow where she had hopes to meet him l. three lunar cycles, she mused, biting her bottom lip, the girl didn't didn't even know what to expect.
Hermione saw Hedwig first, napping inside her cage. Then she could see the mass of messy black hair and couldn't contain herself. The young witch ran in Harry's direction and dove into his arms, not carrying for anyone around them who could find such demonstration rude, tears rolling down her face, a warm feeling rushing over her as her arms squeezed her best friend. Hermione felt Harry's body becoming stiff in surprise and he tried to suppress a hiss, like something hurt on his back when she embraced him, but after a second, the bot hugged back and didn't let it go.
"Oh Harry!" Hermione started, sobbing into his chest "I am so sorry, I tried to call several times, but your aunt would not pass you the bloody phone!!! It's not right to leave you like that!!" The girl finally left his arms, a little blushed, and looked carefully at her best friend.
"Language, Hermione!" Harry joked as she took him in. The boy was a mess. Harry looked thinner than his usual, with big black bags under his eyes, and he was pale, too pale, Hermione thought… but his smile was the most sincere and warm thing the girl had seen in months. "How can you be a fucked up like that and still be this beautiful?" The young witch caught herself thinking and blushed even harder, but couldn't take her eyes off him.
"Please, don't look at me like that Mione." Harry said looking away from her eyes, Hermione bit her lower lip again, and could notice shivers going through the boy's body. "You know I had some bad nights, not much sleep… I will make up for it on the train, don't worry. Have you seen Ron?" Hermione frowned at the name, and Harry took the clue. "Never mind, let's find a cabin on the train". He finished with a raised eyebrow.
Both teens entered the express and moved quickly to their favorite cabin on the back. The Weasleys were late and Hermione for once was thankful for that. Harry helped her with the luggage, and Neville joined them a couple minutes later. They started with some small talk about the summer and what to expect from the new school year. It didn't take long for Hermione to feel Harry's head leaning against her shoulder and realizing the boy was sleeping deeply with a heavy breathing. A warm fuzz ran through her body, and before the girl realized, her hand moved and was running through Harry's messy hair, cuddling him. That was the moment Ron opened the cabin's door. The red haired boy looked at the scene with wide eyes, his face becoming almost the same color of his hair, and then he turned around and stormed away. Ginny entered the cabin with a confused expression and looked at Harry .
"He doesn't look too well…" Ginny said in a low voice.
.oOo.
Harry woke up, or rather was awakened by Hermione one hour before the arrival.
"Believe it or not, I am actually feeling much better," The werewolf said to the other occupants of the cabin, while putting on his robes, and some color had actually come back to his face. "Where 's Ron?" Ginny and Neville shrugged, and Harry noticed that Hermione actually scoffed at the question.
The group exited the train and got to the carriages, the sun already low at the horizon as the students flocked through the station. Harry could finally see Ron some feet away, with Seamus and Dean, but red haired haven't see him . He was about to ask Hermione if something had happened when they heard a loud voice to their right.
"Arry my lad!" They could see Hagrid approaching them, towering over everyone else in the platform with a smile as big as himself. "So good to see ya!" The giant of a person gave Harry a big hug, sending the boy into a world of pain for a couple seconds, but only Hermione seemed to notice his discomfort. Hagrid finally released the teen and continued with his friendly tone. "I am getting carried away, I'm here to pass ya a message from the headmaster. He wants you to meet him at his office to discuss your new… eeeer… condition?" Neville and Ginny looked worried at Harry, and the boy nodded his head to the groundskeeper as if saying "later".
"Also." Hagrid carried on, sounding almost like a child, clapping his huge hands together. "We will have a biiiiiig surprise for y'all this year!" He said with a wink, before moving to collect the first years.
As they entered the carriage, Neville asked:
"What do you guys think Hagrid was talking about, I mean, the surprise thing?" Harry noticed how the boy had grown a lot over the summer, but still a little rounder of the edges.
"I don't know." Harry said with a shrug. "I just hope it is not something that tries to kill mehain!" The werewolf said with a grim.
"Prat" Hermione said, slapping him on the shoulder. Harry knew it was her way to show she was worried.
The great Hall was all laughs and greetings, friends meeting each other after months, and stories about the summer. Hogwarts was a prison alright, but at least a good one, Harry thought as he looked at the ceiling, where the stars danced and illuminated the entire hall with colorful lights. Harry complimented his colleagues both from Gryffindor and from other houses with the same enthusiasm, after a long and solitary summer, he had decided this year he would try to make some changes on his behavior, if his new condition allowed. To hell with house rivalries, the boy remembered the Heir of Slytherin fiasco all too well and how it opened his eyes. It was an uphill battle, but one he was willing to take.
Harry sat down at his usual place at Gryphindor's table, Hermione quickly sat at his right side, and the sensation of their legs touching felt really good, as it was becoming the norm every time the girl touched him. The bushy haired witch smiled at Harry, but Ron decided to sit at the other side of the table, with Seamus and Dean, leaving his left side empty. Harry sighed, another uphill battle ahead, something had happened between his two friends during the summer.
Angelina and Katie were passing behind him at that point, giggling and talking very animated when Katie suddenly stopped and took a deep breath. Angelina looked confused, while a big grin appeared on her friend's face.
"Hello Harry…" Katie said, touching the boy's shoulder, before sitting at the empty space on his left, very close to him, to his big surprise. Sure They had been friends and played quidditch together, but this was something new. As Angelina sat on the other side of the table, just in front of them, looking somewhat amused by the shy boy she saw almost like a little brother, Katie took what to Harry seemed like a really deep breath in his direction and continued. "I am betting you had a really, really interesting summer."
"What do you mean Katie?" Harry asked, a little confused, but not so secretly enjoying the attention. The brunette was beautiful, her black straight hair cut short, framing the nice bone structure of her face and her lips were very red, although she was not using any make up. and there was something in her eyes that Harry couldn't identify, but he liked nonetheless.
"I don't know Harry, you… look different…" Katie said, looking closely at Harry, and then at a confused Angelina and a somewhat bothered Hermione. "So, this year's championship…" Katie changed the subject and let the conversation flow but Harry could notice how much attention she was giving to him, and especially, that the chaser stayed very close to himself.
After the sorting, Harry took a good look at the professor's table. Up on his feet, in a corner close to the table he saw the weird old man, full of scars, holding a strange looking walking stick, like an old worn out soldier. But what really caught his attention was the magic eye rolling on his socket. The eye stopped at Harry, looking directly at him, and the man took a sip from a small bottle, without breaking eye contact.
.oOo.
Hermione couldn't hear the headmaster as he started talking, she was trying to make sense of what was happening right in front of her. The girl knew Katie always had a crush on Harry, she overheard the older girl talking to Angelina and Alice once or twice about it, but the same was true to many other girls in the school. Hermione knew the reason, but what made the chaser suddenly act like that, with so much courage was the mystery, and although she would not admit to herself, Hermione was a little envious of the other girl. Katie was practically leaning on Harry's shoulder now, and Hermione was pretty sure, by the way the boy was tense, that the girl's hand was on his knee or thigh. But it was over when Harry and Katie, as well as Angelina and many others in the great Hall said almost in unison "WHAT!!!" bringing Hermione back to reality.
"Yes…" The headmaster continued. "Unfortunately, there will be no quidditch championship this year, as Hogwarts has been chosen to host the Triwizard tourney!" Some people cheered, others just looked confused as the old wizard moved on to explain about the tournament. As most of the things wizards did, most of it sounded unnecessary, convoluted and dangerous to Hermione, but the prospect of getting to know students from other magical schools around Europe was fascinating to her, as she pretty much stayed out of the magical world whenever she travelled with her mother or father.
After the initial shock about the quidditch tournament, Katie turned back to talk really close to Harry, and Hermione thought he was very cute, all clumsy and blushing while Katie clearly hit on him. No! Hermione was the only one that knew what happened to Harry and that he needed help. Library first thing tomorrow!
.oOo.
Fleur seated at her studying desk after organizing her things in her dorm room in Beauxbatons. It was a cozy double bedroom, with mirror sides, each one with a big window that let the sunlight enter during the day and each side consisting of a four post bed with a trunk at its foot, a big closet and a writing desk, all the furniture was done with very light hues of beige and blue. Fleur had the side with the window and her best friend, Regine Jones, had the door's side. On the opposite side there was also a small door that leads to the common upper year girls' bathroom.
"I didn't know your family was friends with "The Boy Who Lived"" Regine said after getting up from her bed and looking over Fleur's shoulder.
"Do you know them?" Fleur asked.
"Here." Regine pointed at the photography the veala was holding. "Those are your mom and dad right? Those two here are James and Lily Potter, their faces are very famous in England, and I assume those beautiful kids are you and Harry Potter!" Fleur nodded and looked at the picture once again, she couldn't remember that day. Regine had family in England and spent some time with them almost every year, so the blonde veela decided to inquire with her friend.
"Do you know what he's like?" Fleur asked.
"That depends if you believe the English media or not…" The dark skinned witch said after a while, studying Fleur's face with curiosity. "Some say he is a mentally unstable boy, with delusions of grandeur and attention seeking issues…" Regine could see by the looks on her friend's face that this was hitting close to home for her, which made the veela suspicious. "My cousin plays quidditch with him at school…" She continued. "Angelina always talks about him with some kind of awe, she said that almost nothing the tabloids had written about him is true, that he is a passionate and courageous person, an incredible seeker, and if half of the things she thinks happened really happened to him then he is more incredible than people can even imagine. She says he even killed a basilisk when he was twelve or thirteen "
That is a little hard to imagine, no?" Fleur said with a smile.
"True, but Angelina says this boy had gone through hell and back, and for things he didn't even choose, I mean, if you believe my cousin and her friends" Regine finished, laying back down in her bed. "It is incredible that your father didn't use this in his campaign, people would kill for this kind of connection with the Potters."
"Friendship and respect were always more important to him." Fleur said, a little annoyed with the idea of her father using his connection with a tragedy to win votes.
"I know, that is the reason he will win." Regine finished.
Fleur thought deeply for a while, looking at the picture, there was something there, she wanted that smile she had in the picture back… then she got a piece of parchment, a quill and started writing.
.oOo.
Albus Dumbledore watched the boy entering his office with attention, looking for any external signs of the curse running through his body and magic.
"Good night, dear Harry, would you like a lemon drop?" The headmaster said, gesturing at the bowl full of candy in front of him with his long fingers.
"No, thank you headmaster." The boy answered with a tired tone, just like Albus expected.
"Please, take a seat Harry". The headmaster looked at him over his glasses, with a grandfatherly expression on his face. "First of all, let me apologize for the somewhat clumsy solution we had arranged for your this summer, we had to do it in such a short notice, but rest assured is only a temporary measure for you own safety, also, I understand that you got upset about losing the quidditch world cup, but being the smart boy you are, I believe you understand the reasons." Dumbledore said in a rather patronizing tone that he could see have annoyed Harry.
"I do understand, professor…" Was all the boy could answer.
"Good, Harry. Now, Remus has studied at Hogwarts for seven years, and we never had any dangerous incident related to his condition, and I wish to keep this clean record. All the relevant professors had already been informed of your… new requirements…" Dumbledore said, and Harry sighed. "I am also glad to inform you that here at the school, you will at least be allowed to run free during the cycle, all the school wards have been updated, you will not be able to enter any building during those nights, of course, so that the other students are kept safe. Also Hagrid will be the one responsible for monitoring you during and after your… changes… and Severus will provide you with wolfsbane every first night." Harry was astonished with that much information. "Well, any doubt we can discuss later, people are perfectly capable of living and doing great things with this curse Harry and you will be able too."
Harry directed himself to the door, but turned his head back at Dumbledore before opening it.
"Professor, what about Sirius…"
"It is being taken care of, my boy."
Harry nodded, and finally exited the office. The headmaster leaned on his big, comfortable chair. The boy looked tired and defeated, he may have even lost some weight during the summer, in other words, he looked exactly as Dumbledore expected.
Chapter 3
Chapter Text
AN: Sorry for my english, I keep trying to improve
NSFW illustration at the end!
"That was unacceptable!" Hermione said angrily as they left the first defense class of the term. "Is he really that insensitive or was he just totally wasted! Either way, what he did to you and Neville is unacceptable!" Harry looked at Hermione, finding her incredibly cute being this angry for him, but waited for her to calm down a little before saying.
"He isn't drunk." Harry said, being somewhat bothered by what had just happened, but more for Neville than for himself. Professor Moody's demonstration seemed to have affected the other shy boy way more than he let out. "There was not a single drop of alcohol on the zip he kept taking, that is something else there…"
"How did you know Harry?" Hermione asked curiously. The werewolf looked at her with a smile and simply touched his own nose as they walked through the hallways.
After almost a week at Hogwarts, with some good food and no nightmares, at least for the time being, Harry was feeling a lot better, also his appetite had attacked with total force.
"Come, Lunch is starting and I am starving." Harry looked at his best friend and waited for the comparison with Ron, but it never came, Hermione just but her bottom lip and nodded at him.
During lunch, Harry sat down again with Hermione at his right, still talking about Mad Eye's, both his class and the time he turned Malfoy into a ferret with a mix of indignation and amusement. A couple minutes later, Katie and Angelina entered the hall, and took what now seemed to be their usual places, Katie on Harry's left side and Angelina across the table. Harry didn't mind the sudden new arrangement, both girls were pleasant and smart and very nice to look at, and even Hermione seemed to enjoy the talking, when the subject was not quidditch, of course. Harry also didn't admit it, but he really liked the way Katie touched his leg or leaned on his shoulder, of course he had noticed Katie before this year, she was beautiful and fierce, especially at the field, but it was nothing like what was happening now, and her now familiar scent of grass and strawberries became one of his favorites, together with Hermione's mint and earthly one.
Suddenly, an enormous owl descended upon them, scaring Hermione and making Angelina laugh. It was brown and gray with some black spots, almost double the size of Hedwig, with what looked like pointed eyebrows over its big yellow and gray eyes.
"Wow!" Harry said as it landed right in front of him. "This one is new…"
"Doesn't look like a specimen commonly seen in England…" Hermione wondered, looking curiously at the big bird and the envelope it carried.
"It is French," Said Angelina. "My uncle that lives in Paris has one that looks like that, just not that big". The three others nodded and the owl extended her leg showing Harry the letter on its leg, seeing a little impatient. Harry took it, thinking if impatience was an owl trait before giving the prideful bird a nice piece of meat from his plate, prompting a satisfied sound as the owl took off silently.
Harry looked at the envelope, and the smell hit him like a punch. Not the owl's smell, but the one that came from the envelope itself, it was very floral… lilies and vanilla he thought. The three girls looked curiously to the name written on it, "Fleur Delacour, Beauxbatons, France". Harry told them.
"Well…" Katie rolling her eyes. "Obviously a girl, maybe an international fan girl trying to set you up before the tournament?" The chaser finished with a touch of jealousy in her voice to Harry's surprise.
"Well, my experience with magical mail is not the best one…" Answered Harry with a sigh, "But there is only one way to find out." And he opened the letter.
The smell came before anything, even stronger than it was the envelope. Harry took a deep breath, that scent could be addictive, he thought, but it seems only he and, maybe, Katie could notice, by her facial expression. The handwriting was very meticulous, the wizard wondered as he started reading.
Monsieur Harry Potter
I hope this letter finds you well.
My name is Fleur Delacour, and I know it can be weird and somewhat distressing to receive a letter from a total stranger like that, although I would imagine that,with your fame, you must be somehow used to it. At this point I must stress, do not worry, I am not any kind of fangirl.
Of course, I know of your deeds, as they are famous even in France, although I have a way safer source of information than the news outlets (you can ask your friend Angelina about her cousin Regine), but they are not the reason I am sending this missive. At this point, I must ask, please don't be alarmed by this letter.
I am writing to you because, this summer, many… different… things have happened, and more than one of them concerns you. For one, I got to know " Moony" and "Padfoot " and I am glad to say they are both safe at the moment, but rather concerned about you. There is more, but I am afraid it would be forcing my boundaries against someone I don't know. That's the reason I decided to write and get to know you, as we may meet and even need each other later this year as I am sure you are aware of the triwizard tournament that is coming to your school.
If you are somewhat interested, I am looking forward to your response.
Respectfully
Fleur Delacour
Harry gave Hermione a knowing look after the mention of Remus and Sirius, he too was worried about the two men, and was somewhat relieved for them to be in France. But why?
"Angelina? Do you happen to know anyone named Regine?" Harry asked.
"I do have a cousin that goes to Beauxbatons, named Regine, she does have a friend named Fleur, he roommate, I think". Angelina Shrugged.
"Sorry ladies." Harry said, getting up. "I got a letter to write".
.oOo.
Hermione and Katie walked back to the Gryffindor tower together right after Harry had left. Katie was a little confused (and just a little jealous) by the boy's rush to write a response to someone he don't know, but Hermione reassured her it had more to do with the contents of the letter than it's sender, "but that is his secret to tell", the bush hair girl said when they arrived at the common room. Hermione suddenly stopped before entering, and took a hold of Katie's arm.
"Katie, what are you doing?" Hermione finally asked.
Katie sighed, she knew that was coming.
"Look Hermione, I really, REALLY like you, damn, we actually look up to you, you know, even the older girls, you may really be the brightest witch of our time!" Katie said with a sincere smile and a hint of pride that took Hermione back. "And I truly do believe that you and that noble git can and will do amazing things for the wizardry world, especially if he overcomes his self-esteem problem, and damn, he really doesn't realize how hot he is, right?" Hermione bit her lower lip, in total agreement. "We have seen you two dance around each other for a long time, but this time something is different, and I decided, if you are not making a move, I will!"
"But… what changed?" Hermione asked, surprised by the other girl's honesty. Katie raises an eyebrow at her.
"I'm pretty sure you know, damn, knowing the kind of shit you two always get yourselves into, you probably were there when it happened!" Katie turned to the portrait guarding the door. "As I said, I really like you, as a model and as a friend…" The older girl gave Hermione a knowing look over the shoulder. "I am even willing to share with the right girl…" Katie winked, smiled and entered the room.
Hermione blushed furiously, biting her lower lip, again.
.oOo.
Fleur came down to the school's common room for breakfast, wondering about her dreams. The same dreams, where she was close to the big black green-eyed wolf, kept coming back every night. Lately, the veela noted some small changes. Now, she could touch the beast, his raven black fur, and feel his warmth on her hands, even after she woke up.
There was nothing like the Hogwarts houses at Beauxbatons, so the tables at the common great hall were divided mostly by year. Fleur got to sit on the seventh year's table and eat a very light and frugal breakfast as she usually did, with some hot black coffee. The witch sighed, she was not looking forward to beans and bacon instead of fruits and croissants, or some of the other things Regine told her about English breakfast. After eating, she was enjoying her hot coffee and talking with her only friend about the day's class schedule, when the morning owls entered the room, bringing the mail, magazines and daily news to the students and the staff. Bertrand, the big Delacour owl, had come back the day before, with no answer to her letter, to Fleur's disappointment.
But now, a beautiful white owl with black spots on her wings, had landed right in front of the beautiful young woman. Fleur was stunned, not only by how magnificent the bird looked, but also by the spark of cleverness on its yellow eyes.
"Hello pretty boy…" Fleur said, and the owl shook its feathers angrily at her. "Sorry, girl?" The teen giggled at the prideful bird. "Ah, a really pretty girl, do you want some water?" The vella offered the owl a bowl with some clean water and the white bird drank it happily. "Do you have something for me?" Fleur asked, trying unsuccessfully to hide her excitement, Regine giggled at her. The owl extended her leg and the magical letter appeared on the parchment.
"So?" Regine asked, making no effort to hide her own excitement.
"He answered…" Fleur said slowly, and proceeded to open the letter.
Dear (?) Miss Delacoeur
Sorry for the late response, as you may notice reading through this letter, I am not very good with this correspondence thing. I had to actually start this letter several times, and because of that, I couldn't send it earlier with your own owl. For that, I am very sorry.
First of all, really, really thank you for the news about Moony and Padfoot , it makes me really relieved to hear about them, and, I believe you do understand the reasons for being discreet about them, please tell them to not worry about me, and to focus on their own situation, as it is more urgent right now.
I am also thankful that you get your information about me through Regine (I asked Angelina about her and she seems to be a very good person, please send her my regards) and not from the wizardry media. As you can imagine, my relationship with them is not the best, to say the least, since my second year at Hogwarts, when they discovered that I was nothing like they hoped, and I didn't want to be that person as well. They wanted "the boy who lived" and I was just Harry. But I digress. I understand this is hard to relate to, sorry for that.
I must say I look forward to meeting you and to talk more at length about our mutual acquaintances as it is hard to do it by letter. I also look forward to knowing more of you and learning more about wizardry people around the world.
Sorry if I annoyed you in any way.
Best regards
Harry Potter
PS: this beautiful lady that delivered the letter is called Hedwig , if you can, please see her to get some rest and food, she loves bacon…
Fleur was astonished, the boy looked reluctant, a little shy and really thankful for her letter, nothing like she expected, but, what does she really expect? Another pompous prat like the ones she met at the political parties at Delacour manor? He seemed worried about the well-being of his owl, what does that say about someone? And, goodness, he didn't imagine how well she understands about how he felt, about not wanting to meet people's expectations about herself.
Fleur looked at Regine with a wandering gaze.
"I think it is worth a response." The black girl said with a smile and a shrug.
"If you would wait for just a little more..." Fleur said, looking at Hedwig now."I can get you some bacon, and a response to your master." The owl poured in agreement.
.oOo.
"That giant moron bloody git!" Daphne Greengrass almost screamed, sitting at the table in the back of the Hogwarts library, getting some angry looks from some of the other students.
"Daphne, language!" Hermione told her with a hiss. "We are in a library. Also, his behavior is nothing more than a symptom of a way more serious problem in the wizardry world." The bright witch said using her professoral voice.
"How can you be so analytical about this!" The beautiful Slytherin asked, her cold eyes darting at Hermione, but not angry at her. "I never understood how you and Harry put on with Weasley, you guys are leagues above him, the brat would only drag you both down! He is not even funny like his brothers, and now this?" Daphne took a deep breath coming back to her ice Queen persona. "Did you already told Potter?".
"No." Hermione said with a sad face. "Ron was his first friend, and Harry already has too much in his mind, I don't think it is a good idea right now.."
"So, you know their Friendship will probably not survive this…" Daphne said on point. She was good, Hermione thought, but didn't answer.
After a couple minutes of silence, Daphne sighed and asked.
"Should I assume you are still in touch with professor Lupin?"
"Hum… why would you say that?" Hermione said, and the Slytherin pointed at the large collection of books on the table, mostly about lycanthropy, very good indeed, Hermione thought again, just like Harry said. "Not exactly, although it is related…" The witch answered. Thinking about Harry made her remember. "What time is it? I need to go to the quidditch practice!" The girl started quickly packing her books into her purse.
"Quidditch?" Daphne said with a grim, " I thought you didn't like it."
"Hey, I watched all the Gryffindor's games last year!" Hermione said, pretending to be offended.
"Watched the games or some player in particular?" Daphne sang and Hermione blushed giving the Slytherin a wave before leaving the library.
Hermione quickly walked to the quidditch field, to find out that the practice was not over yet, so she sat in one of the benches around the field and watched it. A couple rolls below her, she could see Romilda Vane, and some other fangirls looking at Harry. if only they knew… then she looked up, and there he was, on his element, making loops and free falls just for the pleasure of flying, then he bolted, passing through the arcs faster than any other player could react and emerged with the snitch in hands. Hermione bit her lip when she saw Katie flying and giving Harry a big hug. They both looked beautiful up there in the air, Hermione thought sadly.
As everyone landed and direct themselves to the dressing room, Harry caught a glimpse of Hermione e flew towards her, in the benchs, the fan girls sending her murderous looks.
The boy landed at her side, sweating, but smiling. Harry lifted his ever-clean goggles up and looked at her with those eyes. It was not fair, Hermione thought. The way he made her feel, down to her center without even trying…
The witch came back to earth when he asked.
"Are you ok?"
"Yeah yeah… just lost in his thoughts." Hermione waved.
"So... Quidditch practice Mione?" Harry used his broom as a support.
"I needed to get you alone" Hermione could see the fan girls leaving, looking back at them. "I had done some research," the girl started, entering that full lecture mode Harry was so familiar with. "And discovered some things, it is impressive what they do not teach us here…" Harry sat down on her side, resting the firebolt on his shoulder and looking genuinely interested. "For example, lycanthropy can only affect magical beings, sure, the non magical people have their legends, but probably is because they crossed paths with some infected wizard. See, the curse needs a magic to grow, it feeds on the wizard's magic"
"Like a virus?"
"Kinda, I guess the best analogue would be the rabies virus". Now Harry looked scared, and she quickly continued. "But it is not deadly by itself. Quite the contrary". Now, the boy looked confused.
"As I said, the curse feeds on the magic of the host, at first I thought it would use it to create and sustain the transformation, that is the reason people feel drained after the transformation cycles, but then I discovered it does not do only that. It uses magic for other things too. As the transformation approaches, your physical attributes may increase, and your senses will become more and more enhanced."
"That explains a lot…" Harry said.
Hermione sighed, the hardest part was coming.
"That is also accompanied by a substantial increase in aggressive tendencies and… appetites…" The girl sounded uncomfortable.
"I will get angry easily and eat more? Like Ron?" Harry tried to joke.
"Not funny Harry! I meant really aggressive, dangerous even, and… there are other kinds of appetites…" Hermione shivered.
"What do you mean…"
"Sexual appetite…"
They both stay there, blushing in silence and not looking at each other for a couple minutes.
"Hum… well… there is more…" Hermione continued as Harry buried his face in his hands. "Depending on the life and magical power of the wizard, the changes can become permanent… not that you will be a wolf all the time, but senses, physical strength... And… the other things… that's the reason why werewolves can't be professional athletes…"
Harry looked at the field in silence…
"Just my luck, don't you think?" The wizard said finally, but not looking at her. "Sometimes it seems I am a character in the most weird story… And Mione, before you start, for once, I don't regret it!" Harry finished, raising his hand at her, before she could even start talking. The boy got up and took a deep breath. "I need shower…" Harry looked at Hermione deep into her caramel eyes, Hermione felt her heartbeat accelerating. "Hermione, when are you going to tell me what happened between you and Ron?"
.oOo.
Harry saw the girl go a little pale, but she dismissed him, telling he got more important things to worry about then some teenage drama. The werewolf knew something was wrong, and he hated dividing his time between his two friends. Although, spending some time only with Hermione, away from Ron, had made Harry rethink some of the Weasley boy's past attitude, as well as his own. How much of Ron's behavior he had overlooked by the simple fact he didn't want to antagonize his first friend was a question that burnt his mind.
With that though, the wizard entered the dressing room and noticed that the other players had already been gone. Good, Harry preferred that way, he didn't like people looking at him as some sort of defenseless kid, like madam Pomfrey did every time he ended up at the hospital wing, as much as he liked the school's matron.
Harry threw his pants over the wooden bench, as well as his boots, knee pads, gloves and his goggles. A little blind, he opened the shower so the water could get warm, and proceeded to remove his shirt. Not even a second after itje fabric has passed through his head, the werewolf took a deep breath and stopped, scared.
He was not alone.
He took another deep breath. Grass and strawberries.
"Katie…?" Harry said, blushing, but without the courage to turn around.
"You know…" The boy heard Katie saying in a low voice, a serious tone. "We can go after the bastard that made this to you and make him pay."
Harry froze, he stayed there, on his boxers, knowing that she could see his back and her felt ashamed of it. Katie approached him, and something started pouting on the back of his mind, trying to get in, to take control… something that usually just appeared on the full moon nights. Amplifying his senses, letting her delicious scent overwhelm him… and building on his needs.
A hand touched his shoulder, and Harry felt a jolt of power running through him, and he felt his member twitching in his boxers. Katie pressed him and started turning his body around
"You smelled me, don't you? Katie asked, and Harry took a deep breath"I knew it!" The boy was turned into her direction now, she was really close to him, he could feel the warmth of her body and her scent was almost intoxicating. The girl's hands traced the scar of Remus' bite on his shoulder. "Interesting summer indeed…" Katie whispered, then said after nibing in his ear, sending shivers on his back. "Tell me Harry, what do I smell like?" Harry felt his body responding before his mouth, his dick twitching painfuly inside his undies, the wolf was close now…
"Like... the grass... of the field... mixed with fresh strawberries…" The wizard answered without even noticing, she was too close to him and Harry became uncomfortably aware of his erection touching her, and certainly she was aware as well.
Katie slowly and gently put the glasses back on his face, and suddenly he could clearly see her. Harry's eyes went wide at the beautiful sight, Katie was cake in panties, and had her school shirt completely unbuttoned, showing her flat well defined stomach, and the little valley between her breasts. Her legs were toned and muscular, the witch's body fit from years of quidditch. Her knickers were simple cotton blue ones, but fitted her figure in a way he found very erotic, as he could discern the contours of her center under it. He felt his member jump against his boxers when he noticed the moisture forming on her panties, and learned to recognize the scent of her arousal, his dick once again jumped inside his boxers.l, but couldn't bring himself to speak.
"Thank you…" Katie said grimly. "You look very delicious too, Harry…" The girl said, tracing her fingers through his sweaty chest and abdomen, getting dangerously close to his boxers.
"Take her…" Harry could hear the wolf whispering in his mind… "Make her yours!"
Katie closed the distance between them, to Harry's surprise, and threw her arms around his neck, their bodies touching almost head to toe. They were almost the same height, so she lifted herself on the point of her feet and was able to grind her panty clad pussu against his raging erection. The girl approached her mouth to his and whispered.
"You can touch me Harry…"
Then, Katie kissed him. his mind went blank for a second, but it started again, the wolf was there with him now, focusing all of his senses into the woman. Her tongue liked his lips, as if asking for permission, which he granted, parting his mouth so she could enter. Harry had almost no kissing experience, much less one as deep and savage like this. Katie was almost mapping his mouth, her tongue dancing against his own and his lips, and he loved it, trying to learn with everything she did. The girl's hands runned through his messy hair, forcefully grabbing it. By pure instinct, Harry's hands grabbed her firm bum, helping her grind against his member.
"Yeeees!" The girl moaned when she let go of his mouth, both of them gasping for air. Harry had felt excited before, but something about her scent, the way she was touching him, were almost too much.
With one hand, Katie grabbed and pushed Harry's hair, exposing his neck, which she moved to kiss, bite and suck with much need, almost like marking him as hers. Her other hand scratched his back from top to bottom, as his own hands worked her ass, squeezing it, and his fingers finding their way under her panties. Harry loved the texture and the smoothness of her ass cheeks with a passion. The girl increased the rhythm of her hips until she came for the first time, biting his neck and clawing his back. Harry left a small grunt as she slowed down.
"Don't worry babe...We are not done yet…" She whispered in his ear, before lightning bit his earlobe. Harry's body was screaming for release.
Breathing heavy, not thinking clearly, Harry let Katie take his hand and lead him to the wooden bench.
"You… you are beautiful…" Harry finally could say, after mustering all the conscious mind he got left, entranced by her scent, by the way she moved, by the juices of her arousal coming from her wet pussy and running down, glowing through her tights.
"Thank you…" Katie answered with a smile, helping him out of his boxers, finally freeing his hardened dick. The witch let out a moan, looking at Harry's member, pulsing with his heartbeat, and liked her lips in anticipation. "Now relax, let me do the work…"
She passed her strong leg over his lap, standing in front of him, Harry's hands moved on their own and grabbed her breasts, and Katie let out another little moan.
With one hand, Katie grabbed his dick, and with the other, she pushed her knickers to the side. Letting herself go down a little, first she rubbed Harry's member's head at her entrance, making him watch, hypnotized as the bulbous tip of his dick slid between her wet folds with ease, then, without letting it in, slid all the way to the base. Harry felt how dripping wet she was, spreading her juices on him. She repeated the movement two more times, stopping only to tease her clitb with his cock, then, on the third, she aligned his cock with her entrance and in a swift move, buried herself in it.
Katie let out a loud moan, feeling full and Harry instantly thought that it was one of the most beautiful sounds he had ever heard, the werewolf liked it just as much as he liked her scent. Katie looked at him, covered in a thin layer of sweat, her hair was a mess, almost like his, but there was a sparkle on her eyes, and the smile, Harry loved that hungy smile. The sensation he was getting from his member was different from anything he ever imagined, hot, wet, cozy, delicious… he won't know how to describe.
Then, Katie started moving…
Harry gasped, it was amazing, her juices dripping into him, her hands grabbing his shoulder, her moans, the wet obscene sounds her pussy made every time it swallowed his dick, he felt alive, like he never did before. The tension building on his member was almost unbearable. The wizard placed his hands on her hips and helped the girl move, with a grunt.
"Harry!" Katie screamed as she approached another, more intense climax. "Come for me Harry…" That was enough to send both to the edge, screaming as they came together. Nothing Harry had ever felt on his own could ever come close to the feeling of exploding inside Katie's warm and wet pussy. The wolf was there, and he almost howled.
Katie on her end, collapsed into Harry's shoulder, panting and with a silly smile on her face. Both stayed there, still connected, in bliss for a couple minutes. The boy could feel the wolf subsiding, satisfied for now, he felt a little guilty for letting himself get carried away like that. But then Katie looked at him, and there was the smile, the one he would do anything to give her again. So radiant and beautiful.
"Thank you, Harry…" Katie whispered in between kisses on his shoulder and breast, "This was amazing, better than I could ever have expected…" The girl slowly got up, and both teens moaned at the lost contact. "You, sir, need a shower". She took her things, and moved in the direction of the girl's dressing room.
"I see you at dinner!" Katie said smiling, leaving a very satisfied, but also very confused Harry at the bench.