Chapter 21
Daphne walked quickly down the poorly lightened hallways, Tracey and Blaise trailing right behind her. The number of students was starting to dim; most people had already started retiring to their common rooms for the night. Those times Hogwarts seemed too much like an old haunted castle, which in fact, it was; it had too many perfect ambush places. More than once, Daphne had asked herself why the staff had let the castle go array so much.
She knew Harry was on the grounds, probably training with the only suitable person he could get so close to the full moon. Daphne could only hope Katie had not revealed the entire conversation the girls just had. The bond was Fleur's secret to tell, and Harry needed to decide for himself what he wanted to do with it. And in the end, it all palled in the face of what was happening now. Once again, the Slytherin remembered the truth about the person she loved.
Harry had enemies, many and powerful enemies. People who wanted him dead.
Daphne found him on the spot near the lake where they used to sit and talk; strangely, Harry and Katie were not training or fighting. Both werewolves were just talking under the moonlight. They turned to look at Daphne approaching. With the full moon so close, both had an almost feral look to them that she found scarily beautiful. Daphne saw his glowing green eyes, and memories from the last night hit her, but she shoved them aside for now; there were more pressing matters at hand.
"Daphne," Harry called. "Katie was talking to me about the meeting you had…"
"We can talk about that later, Harry. There is something else going on right now!" Harry must have heard the urgency in her tone, or perhaps he smelled her concern, but he looked into her eyes, then at Blaise and Tracey, and gestured to her to continue.
"Harry, we found out what Malfoy was bragging about! It turns out his father is on to something! He plans to steal something at the department of mysteries, something related to you and the dark lord!" Daphne said.
"How do you know that?" Harry asked.
"Do you really need to know?"
Harry sighed. "Not right now…"
"Harry, whatever he plans to steal, he will do it tonight. What if there is something he can use against you?" Daphne realized she let much more of her worries show in her voice than she wanted. Harry meant too much for her to pretend right now. To her surprise, Harry just scoffed.
"He wants the bloody prophecy. Let him have it, it is not like I believe in it anyway, and if the Dork Lard does, he can't do much as a wraith…"
"There is a prophecy about you?" Daphne was baffled, and Katie had wide eyes looking at the young wizard. Blaise and Tracey looked at each other, then at Harry with open mouths.
"Yes, Sirius told me the day we… fought." Harry shrugged. Daphne was getting really annoyed by how lightly he was treating the subject.
"And you at least know what it says…?" The witch hissed.
"No, and neither does Voldemort. That must be why Malfoy Sr. Wants it, and I say let him have it…"
"Harry…" Blaise stepped forward. "I couldn't care less if you believe a prophecy or not. That is not the problem." Harry gave the boy a piercing gaze. "Harry… mister Weasley is on duty tonight, and he is the guardian of the DoM… Lucius thinks he is a blood traitor and hates his guts. Harry, he may kill Ginny's father!"
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Harry ran through the hallways with his friends behind him. " Fuck! I can't believe I'm being pulled at it again! But I will damn not let another person be hurt because of me!" Deep, somewhere else in his mind, a little voice asked if he would jump into it like that if the full moon were not so close, numbing his mind. The werewolf solemnly ignored his little rational part, diving more and more into his instincts.
Harry was just going to get there, give Mrs. Weasley a warning and ask for help, and just that.
Who was he kidding? This was an obvious trap. Everything was going to get wrong anyway. It always did.
"I will use the rigged floo at the hospital wing to get there. Tracey, go get professor McGonagall." Harry asked.
"What? Why me, I want to…" The girl started to protest.
Harry turned around; he had a hard face and glowing eyes. Tracey stopped on her heels. "Tracey, NOW!" Harry's voice surprised even himself. It was firm and commanding. Tracey looked back at him and simply nodded before turning and running in the Gryffindor tower's direction. Harry felt a little bad for talking to her like that but quickly brushed the feeling aside. Right now, he needed to do this. The werewolf needed to be the alpha now. They kept running to the hospital wing, receiving strange looks from the few students still in the corridors. Harry didn't care right now, and despite Ron's latest behavior, the Weasleys had been nothing but loving and understanding to him. They welcomed Harry into their lovely little mess of a family, giving him more than the young wolf ever thought he deserved. Lost in those thoughts, he barely registered Cho Chang and her merrier group of "ministry" inspectors, using their flashing ministry badges, turning the corner of the corridor. Harry once thought of her as one of the most beautiful girls he knew and even admired her quidditch skills, but after he learned how badly she treated Luna and what she had done to Katie, taking the post of ministry watchdog, any sympathy he had for the girl evaporated.
"Running through the corridors, Potter?" Cho said with a smirk as three older Ravenclaw boys, the beaters from their Quidditch team, also flashing the official badges, stood behind her. "You know I have been assigned power to give detentions?" The girl gave Katie a disgusted look. "One you can't escape now…" Cho stopped talking as Harry moved inches to her face. His green eyes were glowing, and his predatory pupils were dilated. The girl gulped.
"Move!" Harry commanded. Cho shivered, she could see there was something wrong with him, but she had a job to do. The girl took a step back nonetheless.
"N… no… I…" Cho started saying, but suddenly her body became rigid, and she fell to the ground. Harry looked back to see Katie with her wand out and a grin. Harry sighed; he didn't have time for that. With an astonishingly quick move, Harry's wand was in his hand, and two stupefies had been thrown, hitting two of the beaters before they could even process what was happening. The first one flew to the wall with a cracking noise, and Harry cursed inwards for pushing too much magic on the simple spell. He looked at the third boy and Marieta, projecting the wolf outside, a trick he learned watching the headmaster. The boy raised his hands in surrender, and the girl started sobbing in fear.
"Fuck this!" Harry said before continuing running.
They entered the hospital wing and moved to the fireplace; Harry cast a quick spell to lit it, and thanked the Greengrasses internally for rigging it at the beginning of the year. The wizard turned to his friends to tell them to wait for him, but a look on his face promptly told him otherwise. They would not wait for him, especially Katie and Daphne. Those were his pack. Harry thought about Fleur and sighed. The veela could kill him later.
"If you are coming, stay close together, Lucius is dangerous, and we don't want to fight him, ok?" They nodded, determination in their eyes. Harry tossed the green powder into the fire and said. "Department of mysteries, ministry of magic!" and stepped in.
When Madam Pomfrey arrived to check all the noise, it was only to see Blaise Zabini stepping into the green flames, leaving an empty room behind him.
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Dumbledore felt the shift in the school wards and knew Harry Potter had left, but not alone for his complete dismay. " I told you, your plan was too convoluted to work…" the annoying voice in his head sounded almost pleased. " There is still time to call it out…"
"No! Lucius can handle a group of kids for long enough… besides, it is even better; that way, no one gets badly injured." The headmaster sighed to himself. " What about Arthur? He has been your friend for years!" "Some sacrifices are necessary. I don't believe Lucius will kill him anyway, and the man is a coward; even Tom knew it."
The headmaster's internal discussion was suddenly interrupted by a familiar voice calling in the fireplace.
"Dumbledore! I need to talk to you NOW!" Narcissa's beautiful face appeared at the fireplace with an exasperated tone. "Something happened!" Dumbledore sighed; of course, it did. Something always happened.
"What seems to be the problem, my girl? Did Lucius not bite the bait as you told me he did?"
"He did; he had departed half an hour ago. But He was not alone, Dumbledore!"
The headmaster raised an eyebrow, that was unexpected. "Did you happen to know who he took with him, Narcissa?"
"Lucius took my sister, Albus! He left with Bellatrix and that beast man called Greyback!"
That was certainly a most unexpected and inopportune development; Lucius was little more than an average wizard, magically speaking, his true strength laid on his silver tongue and somewhat almost endless cash flow. Harry could deal with him long enough, even by himself. But Bellatrix was a powerful witch, way more than most people believed, and Greyback was a monstrous powerhouse, an example of everything wrong with the Bell's way of dealing with the curse. But at the same time, this was an opportunity. The headmaster's quick mind started working.
"Thank you for the warning, my child…" Dumbledore finally said.
"You said no one would need to die, Dumbledore! If Potter gets killed tonight by my husband and sister, any chance for Draco and me to escape is gone!" The woman seemed on the brink of a nervous attack.
"Don't worry, Narcissa, no one will die tonight; I will make sure of it. But I need to get ready." With a wave of his hand, the connection was severed. " I told you it was a convoluted plan, destined to go wrong." The damn voice chastised.
"No, it still can be salvaged, Harry must be at the prophecy hall right now, I still have some time."
"I hope you are right… I hope I am right."
Albus Gathered a handful of the green powder and threw it at the fire, calling, " 12 Grimmauld place…"
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Harry walked out of the fireplace and instantly knew something was wrong. He was not at the ministry atrium like he was supposed to, but inside a small, dark office. The place was a mess, illuminated only by the fire that now allowed Katie to enter. Papers and furniture were thrown all over the place as if some kind of fight had taken place. Harry looked at Katie with her glowing, almost yellow eyes and nodded. The fireplace glowed green again and Daphne entered, carefully looking at her surroundings.
Harry signed her to be silent and took a deep breath trying to gather all the smells in the office. The first that hit him was blood, just a little, and a scent that reminded him just a little of Ginny and Ronald. That must be mister Weasley's new office, he thought. There were also three other very distinct scents flowing, smells he had not caught before. One of them was so intoxicating and powerful, like the smell of dead meat under the sun, that Harry had to calm his stomach. A look at Katie, and he knew she had captured the same scents. Just now, Harry realized that Blaise was there with them.
"They took mister Weasley…" The werewolf whispered. "But I think they didn't hurt him too much, at least not yet."
"They, whoever they are, need him to open the doors," Daphne said.
"Ok, if you guys are coming with me, do as I say, and remember the lessons from the club." Harry turned his glowing gaze at Daphne and Blaise. "I reckon you both know way more destructive spells than the ones we've used there, right?" Blaise gave him a grin, and Daphne only nodded. "Right, we are not going to get anywhere with stunners and disarm spells; we need to do real damage. Broken bones and cuts. They are death eaters, and they deserve it."
"I like your style, Potter." Blaise smiled.
"Let's go then, I think Katie and I can smell them," Harry said, walking to the door. Blaise looked wide-eyed at Daphne, who glared back at him in silence.
Harry slowly opened the door, trying to be as quiet as possible. He found himself in a big corridor, dimly illuminated by what looked like glass lamps. A couple of signs gave the directions to the immaculate walls and dark floor. Harry was surprised by how sterile everything looked, almost like a hospital. A couple of doors appeared from time to time in the corridor that seemed to go on forever, almost too big even to exist. But one of the smells was strong enough to follow. Harry turned left.
The werewolf started following the smell of dead meat.
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Tracey, exasperated, ran into the library, ignoring madam Prince's calls. The girl had realized she didn't know where professor McGonagall's office was in the castle after Harry had sent her for it; she needed to find someone who knew.
Tracey was really afraid for her friends. The girl tried to tranquilize herself over and over, She would find Hermione, go to McGonagall, and she would go to the headmaster, and Daphne, Blaise, and Harry would be ok. She kept repeating that, trying to avoid a panic attack.
While she scanned the tables, Tracey cursed herself for letting Daphne drag her into this kind of a mess. All she wanted was a nice little school life, to flirt a little, shag some nice-looking boys, maybe experiment a little with girls (too bad Daphne was not into that…), then find herself a nice easy job and settle down. And later be a calm, cool, laid-off mom. But here she was, interrogating classmates, friends with a werewolf and a veela, and living in a conspiracy story.
It was exciting, true, but also horrifying.
Tracey finally found the mass of curly hair she was looking for and sprinted to the table at the back, getting attention from Hermione.
"Tracey, we are at the library!" Hermione started chartering but stopped as soon as she saw the expression on the other girl's face. "What happened?"
"Hermione, we need to get to Professor McGonagall. Harry and Daphne are in trouble!"
Hermione threw her books on her back, getting up. She had known Tracey for years, and if the sapping girl was this worried, something was happening.
"Come with me, and tell me everything!"
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Daphne knew something was wrong when they did not arrive at the atrium. The witch knew the floo in the infirmary was rigged, and her father had done it himself. The only explanation was that someone knew it and changed the destination. This was a trap, and she hoped that Harry knew it. They walked in silence through the immense corridor, with a couple of doors appearing to be in perfectly equal intervals, every twenty paces, she had counted. Daphne also had the clear sensation they were always going slightly downwards. It was one thing hearing about Harry's escapades, and it was another completely different from being part of one.
Daphne reached for Harry's hand, making his emerald gaze turn to her. In the dining light, his eyes glowed like fire.
"You know where to go?" the witch asked in a low voice, Harry nodded and pointed at his nose. Daphne looked at Katie, who also nodded. "Harry… this may be a trap… the floo…"
"I know, Daphne, I'm pretty sure it is. Malfoy wants me. But he will get more than he bargained for. If you want, you can turn around and go back." There was something in his voice that said to her he would not judge her if she did it. And it was precisely that what pressed her to move forward.
They walked down the disconcerting sterile corridor for what seemed like hours, but Daphne was sure it couldn't be any more than minutes until they reached its end. There stood a big double door with a sign. "Hall of the prophecies 3676". Harry moved forward, and she could noticed the door was slightly open.
The werewolf looked back at them, nodded, and moved in.
Daphne had never been so afraid all her life. But she promised never to leave his side, and she would fight.
The girl passed through the door only to enter an unbelievable big chamber, filed through the ceiling with shelves covered in shiny orbs of many different sizes. Daphne looked close to one of them, and it felt like looking at storming skies like clouds and lightning were trapped inside of them. Each one also had a tag with names and dates.
"Prophecies…" Daphne murmured. "There must be dozens of thousands here…"
Harry nodded and kept walking.
"We are close now. Daphne and Blaise, you take this corridor to the left, and Katie, the one on the right that way, they will think I'm alone, and we can surround him.`` The teens nodded and obeyed his orders.
Daphne walked in silence beside Blaise. She had to admire his friend's courage; after today, he would be forever marked as a blood traitor. She was sure his relationship with the Weasley girl was not the only reason, but now it was not the time to ask. Especially after turning around, they discovered that Lucius Malfoy was not alone.
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Harry took a deep breath. The werewolf could smell Lucius, Arthur, and two other people. He cursed inwards; he hoped Tracey would get the help fast. Although really capable, Harry was not sure his friends could take on three fully trained death eaters yet. He didn't even know if he could. But that was his best chance. Give them what they want, and hope they leave. The prophecy be damned. Harry was trembling, sweating, and afraid. But he gathered all his courage and walked forward.
"I'm here, Lucius!" Harry called, walking in front of the man. The death eater was holding a beaten Mister Weasley, with his wand pointed at his neck. Behind him, Harry could see two more robbed figures; one was a big man, the source of the death scent, and the other was a woman. "Yes, Malfoy, I know it is you; your spawn is not good at keeping secrets; he should have been a gryffi, you know…" Harry kept his wand high, and his senses focused on the three people in front of him.
He could hear Lucius groaning low.
"That's for the better, Potter. That way, we don't need to keep pretending. After all, if it weren't for my son, you wouldn't be here. And what was my surprise to discover that only those who the prophecy is about can take them from the shelves. Thank you for not letting me waste my night." Harry could hear a slight hesitation in the man's voice and smell his fear. But what was troubling him was the scent from the man behind him.
Harry was starting to realize that the man was also a werewolf and an Alpha, which meant he could smell his friends around him.
"Well, I'm already here, Malfoy; you can let Mrs. Weasley go."
"No, no, no, Potter. Firstly you will retrieve the prophecy, and then, I will trade his life for it. Do we have an understanding?"
Harry groaned.
"Come on, Potter is a simple trade, and you are actually getting the better deal here. We are three against one, we could only subdue you and get what we want, but there is no need for violence. Now, my dear blood traitor Weasley, where is the Prophecy."
"Don't do it, Harry, don't let him… argh!" Lucius's wand made a cut over Arthur's neck.
"You will tell only what was asked, blood traitor!"
"Please, Mrs. Weasley, just tell me where it is, I don't care about some prophecy, I don't believe in it." Harry could see the wide eyes of the man. "Let the death eaters have it and shove up their arses, and they can fuck themselves with it for all I care."
"Ha!" Came a feline voice from the smaller death eater. "I like you, Potter!"
"Shut up!" Lucius called. "Now, Weasley, one last time, where is it?"
Arthur looked at Harry, who simply nodded before pointing at one of the shelves to the left side of Harry. "Fifth shelf from the bottom…" Arthur whispered. Harry walked and looked for some indication of his name amidst the many spheres. He saw his name written on the tag and reached for it. The words echoed through his head the moment he touched the shining ball, but the werewolf didn't care about them.
"Perfect…" Lucius said in a singing voice. Harry noticed the other two death eaters moving to their sides, trying to surround him. It was clear they didn't want just the prophecy. "Now, be a good boy and handle it to me…"
"Only if you release Mrs. Weasley first!" Harry said, giving a step back.
"Now Potter, I will release him as soon as I have that… give… it… to...me!" Lucius hissed, starting to lose his patience.
"Fuck you, Malfoy, release him," Harry called.
"Bloody hell!" The feline woman's voice said again. "Would you two shut up?" She raised her wand and flicked it, making an enormous cut appear on Arthur's belly. The wizard screamed in pain at the same time Harry screamed in rage.
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Fenryr could feel the delicious rage emanating from the young alpha when Bellatrix butchered the red-haired man like the little pig he was. So much magic, so much power. The boy moved fast, almost as fast as he could, with a spine-chilling roar. Bellatrix barely had time to erect a shield before the bone-crushing spell hit her, sending the woman almost ten feet back, hitting one of the shelves. The witch dodged an overpowered stunning hex and shielded a reducto fired in incredibly fast succession. The woman was laughing.
His new mate loved power. And the boy had it in spades.
Lucius dropped the panting, bleeding man to the ground before screaming. "Stop it, Potter, you are alone!"
No, he wasn't. Fenryr could smell the other brats, including his own blood. But it would be fun to let Lucius discover it on his own. And even if the Potter boy was all one, he was the rage right now. There was almost nothing that would stop him. His glowing eyes were the eyes of the wolf.
A stunning spell flew towards Lucius, who parried it as two other kids ran through the shelves. Those were smart, using the furniture to hide themselves, making the blond weakling step further away from the gasping bleeding man.
"Help me, Greyback!" Lucius called, and Fenrir shrugged; he didn't care about Malfoy. There was something way more intriguing happening.
Bellatrix was an extremely powerful witch, her fury fueled her magic, and the boy was no match for her magically. Yet. If he lived, he would be a match for the werewolf himself. There was a worthy successor. A powerful cutting curse was shot against Bellatrix from the side. The woman parried it with relative struggle, and Fenryr saw the caster. There she was, the other werewolf, his own blood.
The curse was relatively strong and was enough to give the young werewolf some ground. By now, he had realized he would not magically overcome the witch, but he could do it physically. With a roar, he jumped on Bellatrix; what a sight; Fenryr smiled. So much rage. The man jumped and intercepted the boy in the air with a roar of his own, tackling the younger werewolf and rolling with him to the ground. The boy knew how to channel magic through his body, but Fenryr was simply stronger. They rolled on the ground, and the bigger man ended up on top of the younger, laughing. The monstrous werewolf hit the boy's head on the floor, getting a pained scream in return, but some lucidity came back to his eyes, as Fenryr wanted.
Fenryr reached for the annoying mask and tossed it aside, showing the boy the face of a true alpha.
"You have seen it, haven't you? The true colors!" Fenryr roared, and the boy looked at him with wide eyes. "Look at me, boy, look at your alpha and submit!" Fenryr slammed the boy's head to the floor again. He needed to prove his superiority now, to make the boy submit to him. The dark lord be damned, the boy was his now. He would break his spirit and take pleasure out of his body, he would break him until the rage was all that was left; then, he would finally have his cub.
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Katie watched Harry struggling with the enormous man that smelled like dead meat. She was ready to jump on him when he removed this mask, and she could see his face. Katie froze. It was the face of a monster; yellow eyes glowed in a face covered with scars, and a big mouth under his beard, with incredible point teeth. Katie knew that face all too well.
Fenryr Greyback.
Her great grandfather. The cursed alpha, the reason people through her family was a gathering of monsters. The cannibal. Katie knew all this, and yet, the aura of authority the monster carried almost overwhelmed her. This was way more than they could handle. If he beat Harry into submission now, everything would be lost.
"I hate being ignored, you know, girl…" The feline voice from the death eater called her attention. "But I can say I love your glowing eyes, and I swear to keep them if they keep glowing after you die."
The woman had a strong scent. A leading one, like Fleur or Daphne. But she was corrupted, wrong. And she smelled of Greyback all over her. Katie held her wand, ready to fight. Harry needed her, she was his hunter, and Katie would not fail him now. "Reducto!" Katie screamed, and the powerful curse left her wand, but the black-robed woman just parried it.
"Strong! I like it!" The woman laughed. "But not strong enough!" The death eater waved her wand, and Katie ducked before the shelf behind her exploded. "FAST!" The woman screamed, flicking her wand, shooting curse after curse. Katie rushed in front of The witch, her reflexes saving her life from the powerful cutting and bone-crushing curses. The young she-wolf started remembering everything her grandfather and Harry had told her. Focus your senses on your prey. Find her weakness. Strike to kill. At that point, only she and the death eater existed in the world. The laughing woman attacked her with relentless speed. Katie saw the magical colors around her, she was amazed about how much magic the robed woman was able to command, but Katie was faster. Years of quidditch, hunting, and the closeness of the full moon were on her side.
It was too late when the death eater realized what Katie was doing. The young werewolf pounced on her, throwing her to the ground. The woman's mask flew, and Katie could see the insanity in the woman's purple eyes and smile. Katie roared; it was infuriating, that maniacal smile, and her hand found its way to the witch's face. Katie punched the older witch, breaking her nose. It was not enough to bring her down, though. Katie felt a thug on her rib before a loud crack. Katie could feel her bone breaking before she hit one of the shelves. Katie got up, ignoring the pain, channeling her magic through her body, and looked at the witch, who was also getting up, cleaning the blood from her face.
"I like you, girl, I really do. Let's finish this. Bomborda!"
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Daphne silently thanked Harry for the combat training and now was silently thanking madam Pomfrey for the healing internship.
Blaise and herself had managed to make Lucius step back enough from Arthur Weasley so she could cast an Accio charm at the bleeding man, bringing him closer to her. Blaise kept the barrage of spells at the older wizard as the girl tried to take care of the wound. Daphne made the first inspection. It was a deep cut but clean. She cast a scrutchfie and stopped the bleeding, but the man would need a blood replenishing potion fast, or he would die. There was only so much she could do. The man was dying.
Daphne looked around, Blaise was handling Lucius Malfoy well; the girl didn't even want to know where he had learned some of the spells he was using.
"I know who you are, Zabini! And you too, Greengrass!" The blond death eater screamed. "Filthy blood traitors. When my master is back, not even that mobster grandfather of yours will be able to save you!" Lucius said, feeling a blasting curse at the boy, who quickly blocked it with a shield.
"Well, I can easily see where your son got his bravado from, Malfoy! But just like him, all talk and no biting!" The tall black boy said before shooting a powerful blasting hex at the wizard. At that moment, Daphne realized that Blaise was better than he showed in the club meetings.
Then, Daphne saw Harry and screamed. The monstrous man was hitting his head on the ground and roaring. He was fighting the best he could and screaming. "NO, NEVER! NO NO!NO!" there was blood under Harry's head. Daphne pointed her wand and pushed all the magic she could muster. The overpowered stupefy hit the man throwing him on the shelves. Daphne was breathing fast, feeling lost. Harry seemed dizzy, having difficulty getting up, blood pouring from the back of his head.
The monster looked at her with an evil smile on his face. For the first time, Daphne realized he didn't have a wand. And he was fast, too fast. Before she could do anything, in a blink of an eye, he was in front of her, with his enormous hand around her neck, lifting her from the ground like she didn't weigh a thing.
"I can smell him all over you, girl. You are one of his…" the man licked his lips, showing his yellow pointed teeth. "I will feast on your flesh in front of…" The monster couldn't finish his word, she screamed, and Daphne saw Harry jumping on the man's back and tried to pierce the roaring man's eyes with his fingers.
"Let go of her!" Harry screamed. The monstrous man released Daphne but grabbed Harry and threw him to the ground.
"You will submit to your alpha boy!" The monster roared.
Daphne gasped for air and saw Harry waving his hand, even without a wand, and a big cut appeared on the man's chest. A sound called her attention to the side and she Blaise hitting the ground.
"How dare you, boy!" Lucius screamed, blood pouring from his nose. "I just wanted Potter, now you will all die!"
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Fleur rushed into the castle; she could feel it inside of her. Harry was in danger. She tried the charmed dragon bone and could feel that Harry was not there. He was far away. The only other thing she could feel was rage. He was burning, blinding rage. Harry was fighting for his life, and she had no idea where or why. The veela felt afraid and impotent. Fleur ran through the grounds and entered the castle, not even knowing where she was going. The witch stood at the entrance hall, feeling completely lost. Like a piece had been ripped from her soul. Her aura flared around, looking for him, but not finding her mate, and she couldn't do anything but scream.
"'AAAAAARRY!" She screamed until her voice faltered, and the veela started crying. "'Arry… I'm weak…" She held the dragon bone charm in her hand, feeling its warmth. "Please come back, I need you. Please…"
Fleur noticed a shadow over her and looked up to see Professor McGonagall looking at her, with Hermione, Tracey, and Ginny behind her.
"Miss Delacour, please, follow me…" The old witch said in a commanding tone. Fleur felt numb and could only obey.
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Harry was almost blind by rage. Everyone was fighting around him, and the… thing… in front of him scared the young werewolf to no end. There it was, the personification of everything he was afraid to become. A true monster. And the worst was how his presence was almost too much, trying to force him to submit. That was a true alpha. And a reminder of everything he could become.
But instead of breaking him, it only strengthened his will. Harry would die before turning into that. He channeled all his rage into his magic, and for the first time, he was able to cause some damage to the monster. Blood split from the deep cut on Fenrir's chest, and the creature screamed in pain. Harry saw Blaise hitting the ground, hit by a stunner shot by Lucius before he himself felt the impact on his ribcage.
The witch, he had forgotten about her. Her bone crushing broke three of his ribs and would have been a lot worse if not for how his body was burning with magical rage. And yet, Harry found himself thrown ten feet until another shelf. The shining spheres rained around him., their shards cutting his flesh. Katie was trying to get up, coughing blood. For the first time, Harry felt his rage giving place to desperation. The giant monster towered over him in his bloody robes.
"Call me impressed boy…" His voice thundered. "It has been a while since someone managed to hurt me like that… and I love to see that you still have some fighting in you." Harry was trying to get up. "You are a strong cub. And you can become even stronger. Stronger than the so-called Dark Lord…" The creature looked around at Katie. "You want her? You can keep her, and we can teach her. She is family after all…"
"YOU ARE NOT FAMILY OF MINE!" Katie screamed.
"But you are darling, you are my…" He stopped. With a quick movement, he grabbed the dark witch's arm and said. "They are here! Lucius!" He roared. "They are coming! If I were you, I would grab the boy and leave."
"Don't give me orders, you beast!" The blond wizard angrily answered.
"Suit yourself, prey…" The man turned to Harry, who was up again, holding his wand. "I will see you again, cub; think about what I told you. You know the truth!" He gave Harry a grin, full of malice and sharp teeth, before Disappearing with a loud crack, taking the witch with him. A couple of seconds later, another loud crack and a ball of fire appeared at the door, Lucius looked at him with wide eyes.
"You and that prophecy come with me, Potter!" Lucius said, reaching for Harry.
"NOOOO!" In a moment of courage and anger, Katie screamed and jumped at Lucius, who turned his wand and screamed.
"spata Obscura!" His wand moved from up to down in a cutting motion, and Katie stopped. A cut appeared over her clothes, and she looked at Harry before screaming. Dark flames erupted from the cut as she screamed in agony.
"NOOOO!" Harry screamed, trying to reach her, but the dark flames burned his hand. He wanted to help her, to save her. Lucius grabbed his arm, and Harry felt the rage burning again. All the pain in his hips was gone as he shoved the man into the shelf.
Harry barely registered the cutting curse hitting him in the face before he pounced at the blond man, throwing his wand aside. Harry roared on top of him, his eyes glowing and his teeth were turning sharp. For a moment, Harry saw the same fear he was used to seeing in Draco's eyes, and the werewolf felt an evil pleasure feeling the man's scent.
"Didn't you want the Prophecy?" Harry roared. "Take it." Harry brought his arm down, hitting Lucius's face with the orb, producing a loud crack; he raised his arm again and roared, hitting the older wizard one more time, breaking his nose and teeth. "TAKE IT!" the werewolf hit one more time, breaking the sphere on the once beautiful face, shards of glass piercing through the broken jaw bones. Harry could only see him now and his blood. He would kill him for what he had done, and Harry liked it. Harry raised his hand, drinking on the scent of fear and blood and the look on the only eye that still saw on the man's face. But couldn't bring his hand back down. Someone held his fist. Harry tried to fight, to let his rage go, but the person grabbed him into a tight hug.
"That's enough, pup… that's ok…" Harry took a deep breath and recognized the scent of his godfather. "Let it go. He can't hurt anybody anymore. You did it… it's ok…" Sirius half whispered, half chanted in his godson's ear.
"Katie!" Harry called. He got up from Sirius's arms and saw the girl, his hunter and his first lover, lying on the ground. Albus Dumbledore was attending to her together with Daphne. "Katie, no no no…"
"It's ok, Harry, my boy…" Dumbledore said. "Together with Miss Greengrass, I was able to revert most of the damage from the dark curse. But Miss Bell and Mrs. Weasley need proper care. We need to take them to St. Mungus.
"You too, Harry." Said Daphne. That cut on your face seems pretty nasty, and I'm sure you have at least a couple of broken ribs."
"I… I'm fine." Harry said.
"No, Harry!" Sirius said. "Listen to your girl; let someone take care of you."
Now that he was calming down, Harry could see some other people with them. A young woman with short pink hair and an enormous black man. Judging by their attire, they were aurors. "We will handle Lucius Harry; you go and take care of yourself and the others."
Harry looked at his godfather and felt a warm wave inside himself. There was so much care and love in his eyes. Harry nodded at him. "And we will talk about it later, pup."
Harry got up, feeling a lot of pain. "Headmaster, sir. Katie can't go to St. Mungos… tomorrow is the full moon…"
"That's true, mister Potter. It would also be dangerous to keep her at the hospital wing of Hogwarts."
"We need to take her to her family, sir. I need to do that."
"So be it, Harry, so be it." the headmaster answered with a soft smile.
.oOo.
Harry ignored the pain from the landing of the side along apparation. Daphne did her best to numb the pain in his ribs, but even so, he insisted on carrying Katie to her family. After what she had done for him, it was the least he could do.
The boy looked at the big Victorian house, with an impressive set of woods on the back, and could feel his magic and senses reacting to another's pack territory. They walked over the gates through the extensive and well-taken care front yard. To Harry, the house seemed enormous, with its pillars and arched wooden Windows. He couldn't help but imagine the generations of wolves who lived and hunted there. He was carrying one of them, unconscious, in his arms, making him feel guilty.
The big front door opened before they reached the middle of the front yard, and a group of four people left the house, wands in hands. One of them, Harry could see, carried a shotgun. Harry immediately recognized Benjamin and a woman he was sure was Katie's mother. The woman rushed in his direction, dropping her wand.
"Katie!" the woman called. Harry finally gave in to the pain in his ribs and kneed on the ground, still holding his hunter.
"I'm so sorry, Ms. Bell…" Harry said. "It's my fault. She tried to protect me. It's my fault, she…"
Harry felt the sting on his face as the woman slapped him.
"Harry Potter. You are her alpha, and Katie is your hunter. Don't you dare be sorry; she did what was right! She fought alongside you by her own choice! She loves you! Please, don't you dare say that again!"
"But she didn't need to have come and gotten hurt…"
"No, Harry, that is what you need to understand. We live and die to our pack! If she had left you alone and you had died, she would be miserable the rest of her life, and you have no right to impose that on her."
Harry looked deep down into the woman's eyes. Benjamin was next to them, looking at Dumbledore.
"She took this curse to protect me from being taken…"
"Then she did what was needed for her alpha. Will you do what she needs and acknowledge her action?" Benjamin asked.
Harry was actually starting to understand. Feeling guilty like that not only was selfish but also disregarded what she had to do for him. At that moment, he began to understand more about being an Alpha.
"I hope you at least paid back to the person who did it…" The woman asked.
"Lucius Malfoy will need many corrective magical surgeries and will be forever blind in one eye…" Dumbledore sighed. "and at this moment, he is being held in a medical cell at the DMLE."
Benjamin smiled.
"Harry, that is not the last time Katie or the others in your pack will make sacrifices for you. Honor their sacrifices, and be ready to do the same for them."
One of the older women waved her wand over Katie; a series of runes shone around her wand. "She will be ok… she will have a harrowing night tomorrow, but the full moon will help her heal. You did right. In one weak, all that is going to remain from this is a scar."
"Thank you…" Harry whispered.
"Now… why don't you two tell me what happened?" Benjamin asked.
"They run into Fenryr Greyback…" Dumbledore said, and Benjamin's face turned into a mask of hate.
.OvO.
Fleur was getting crazy. Harry had not come back. Daphne and Blaise had returned forty minutes ago, and they were in the hospital wing. Daphne had bruises and some cuts, and Blaise had a broken leg; otherwise, both were okay. A young auror had taken Ginny and Ronald out of the castle to see their father. Daphne could barely speak with her before Madam Pomfrey shot her out of the room. She could only say Harry was hurt but alive. And he would need Fleur.
Would he need her? She needed him right now! How could he do that to her?
"How could I have done this to him?" Fleur thought. " Why did I let our petty fight extend for so long? I am older than him, and he is emotionally damaged. Why did I let my jealousy take the best of me? So much so that when he needed to fight, I was not there!"
Fleur was mad. Mad at Harry, mad at Daphne, and mad at herself. She had decided, after this night, that no matter what happened, she would stay by his side. Even if he fucked Daphne, Katie, Hermione, and half of this disgraceful school. She loved him, and Fleur would let Harry and everyone know it.
Fleur loved him. The weight of this fell over her. She loved him, and she was not there when he needed her. Fleur started crying.
That was when the doors opened, and Harry entered with the headmaster. Fleur felt like crying, even more, he was hunching in pain, holding his ribs, and a big, deep cut started at his upper lip all the way to his ear. He was dirty with blood and dust. Harry looked like a warrior, returning from a battle, and at the same time, the lost boy who was beaten by his relatives. Fleur lost control of her aura, her allure so strong that it hit Harry like a punch. The boy looked at her and smiled.
He fucking smiled.
How dare he smile at her after putting her through this? " How dare I think more of myself than him after all he had been through tonight!" The veela mentally kicked herself.
Fleur ran into him, that devilish smile on his face. She felt the tears burning her eyes before stopping in front of him and slapping his face.
"Ouch…" Harry said, scratching his face. "Two in one night…"
"You deserve it!" Fleur almost screamed. "Don't you ever do that to me again, 'Arry! I was so worried if anything happened to you…" She was crying now. Harry wrapped his arms around her.
"It's ok, Fleur, I'm here…"
The French witch held his face with both hands and kissed him. A deep, passionate kiss, full of carrying and promises.
"I love you 'Arry…" Fleur said when they parted. "I want to bond with you and be yours, no matter how or with whom I need to share. I love you, and I need you!"
Harry only touched his forehead to hers.
"Tonight, at the moment I thought everything was lost, Fleur, I saw your face. Many things happened, and many things have changed, but I need you to know that I love you too. If you still want to be with me after you heard what happened and what changed, you will make me the happiest man alive… I love you Fleur Delacour."
"I love you, Harry Potter."
Chapter 22
Harry laid himself on the hospital bed with a painful moan, now that he was back and his adrenaline had subsided, his broken hips protested after every movement he made, but the werewolf was already thinking about what he would have to say to get out of there after the matron mended him. The full moon would happen in less than fourteen hours, and he couldn't be there in the hospital wing; the werewolf was not entirely comfortable with his control yet. His mind came back to Katie and how hurt she was when he left the girl at her family's house, and a different kind of pain took hold of him. The boy felt Fleur's soft and warm hands squeezing his own, almost like she knew what was going on inside his head. Harry smiled at her, it felt so good having the girl back at his side, even if just for the night, to him, she glowed like a beacon with her platinum hair flowing over her shoulders. The werewolf looked around and saw Daphne on the bed beside him, sleeping, then Blaise on the one right in front of him. He felt stupid and angry at himself for acting without thinking again. The werewolf could try and blame the full moon as much as he wanted, but in the end, he was the one running after danger again.
Madam Pomfrey walked up to the bed and started waving her wand, casting the diagnostic spells with a severe expression on her face.
"Multiple concussions, three cutting curses, and three broken ribs…"
"Well, I had worse." Harry tried to joke.
"Do I look in the mood for this kind of joke, mister Potter?" The matron called him off, flicking her wand. Harry felt a stinging pain as one of his ribs was put back in place. "If it wasn't for your alternated physical condition, you could be a lot worse!"
"Wait! You know about me?" Harry asked, surprised.
"Of course I do, Harry! After the first task, I noticed it and questioned the headmaster, and he told me about professor Lupin." There was an unusual tenderness in her eyes. "You are my favorite patient, after all."
Harry smiled while the matron kept going with her procedures. Fleur stood by his side all the time, holding his hand until he finally drifted into a dreamless sleep induced by the potions.
.oOo.
Daphne woke up in the middle of the night and recognized the infirmary ceiling. It was ironic to be laid at one of the beds after helping Pomfrey over the last two years and for the second time in the same year nonetheless. Her body was sore, but other than that, Daphne felt well. The witch shivered, remembering the fight and how things could have gone a lot worse, the memory of the monster's eyes haunting her. Then she remembered Katie and Harry. They were both hurt really bad, way worse than her and Blaise.
Looking around, the girl saw the green-eyed wizard sleeping in the bed beside her, a thin ray of moonlight coming from the window illuminating his skin. She watched Harry's chest heavily moving up and down under the sheets, the nasty cut on his face slowly healing.
Making up her mind, Daphne got out of her bed and climbed into Harry's side. Fuck Fleur, Pomfrey, or Dumbledore; she didn't care anymore. All she wanted was to feel his warmth, to be closer to him, to hear him breathing. To remind herself that Harry was not dead, that he was there for her.
.oOo.
Harry woke up feeling the warm, soft touch of a feminine body spooning him from his side. The werewolf took a deep breath, drinking on the scents around him, as he usually did as he woke now, and he knew it was Daphne, soundly sleeping beside him. But he also could sense Fleur's lilies scent close to the bed. He opened his eyes with a sigh, not sure about what he would find. The blond witch was sitting right in front of him, watching with narrow eyes and an unreadable expression, like she was deep in thought. Harry braced himself for the anger explosion from the veela, but to his surprise, Fleur just took a deep breath and shrugged. To say Harry was confused was an understatement.
To Harry's even greater surprise, the french girl got up from her chair and softly laid on the bed, spooning him by his other side. The movement nonetheless woke up Daphne, who silently looked at Fleur before looking up to Harry's astonished face. With a soft whimper and a deep breath on his neck, Daphne laid her head back at Harry's shoulder, seeming unphased by the other girl's presence. Fleur kissed Harry's lips softly, placing one hand on his chest before doing the same as Daphne on his left shoulder.
The bed was not big; they were all very close together, Harry could feel almost his entire body being surrounded by the two girl's warmth, and both their scents invaded his senses. The wizard was sure that the only reason he was not losing it was because of their closeness's effects on him. Harry took some deep breaths, making both Fleur and Daphne aware of what he was doing.
The three of them stayed together in silence, even if a somewhat uncomfortable one, but Harry could see the colors dancing around them all the same. Feeling complete and safe, Harry drifted back into sleep, this time without the need for potions.
.oOo.
Fleur watched as Harry fell back into sleep again; as much as he tried not to show, the veela knew how hurt his body was. Once he had closed his eyes and his breathing slowed down, she looked at the other girl lying on Harry's other side. Daphne was still awake, looking into Harry's face with what Fleur could only identify as love.
"It will be a very painful couple of nights for him…" Daphne whispered, and Fleur remembered the full moon was today. "And not only because of his body."
"What do you mean?" Fleur asked.
"Katie was very hurt, just like him… he took her to her family. He will be alone tonight." Daphne answered, and Fleur nodded in understanding.
"Thank you for being there with him…" The veela finally said, after a couple of minutes in silence, her hands trembling over Harry's chest.
"It was the scariest night of my life…" Daphne said, looking at the french girl. "And he faced it head on… He fought that … monster… for Katie, for me… for us…" Fleur watched as the other girl tried not to cry as the weight of things finally got to her. "I know you may hate me, and, right now, I don't really care… I'm not leaving Fleur, I'm not going away… I can't. And I'm not sorry for that."
Fleur didn't know what to think or what to do, Daphne seemed afraid, clinging to Harry like he was her lifeline. She could see herself in the other girl's actions for a moment. But she was sure of one thing.
"I'm not leaving him either, Daphne. But, non, I don't hate you."
.oOo.
Daphne and Blaise were released from the hospital during the afternoon. The girl offered to stay with Harry, but he asked her to be alone. He needed to think; his body hurt, and the full moon was too close for him to focus.
"Go on, Daphne… "Harry said. "Tracey and Hermione must be worried to death. I will be ok. We will talk in two days." Harry then softly caressed her face. "There is no way I can ever thank you enough for being there with me, but now, you really know what being with me entails. Please, think about it."
"Harry, I will not…" The girl started saying, but Harry stopped her.
"Please, just promise me you will think about it, then we will talk. Just… " The werewolf took a deep breath. "Just know… you mean a lot to me…"
Daphne nodded and kissed him softly on the lips before leaving the hospital with Blaise.
Harry's mind was in turmoil, just like his body. Growing up, the wizard had a hard time figuring out what love really was. Wasn't until he met Hermione and almost lost her and the Weasleys opened their house to him, that he started to understand it. There was no love at the Dursleys. Not even the way Vernon and Petunia treated Dudley could be understood as love. There was fear, resentment, anger, and pettiness. But no love.
But now, Harry knew that even if in a confused way, he loved those people. Harry loved Hermione, he loved Fleur and Daphne, and he loved Katie. They were all different, but he was sure of that. And the only thing he could do was be honest about it. With himself and with them.
And to make things worse, being close to Daphne was making his body burn with desire, and he was not sure what to do so close to the full moon. Hermione had come to see him while he was sleeping and had asked about his condition ostensibly to madam Pomfrey but left before he woke up. Harry was not sure if it was because his intelligent friend was aware of the effects she had on him or if she was just angry about him almost dying one more time.
After a while, Harry left the hospital wing, this time hoping no one would see him, and walked alone to Hagrid's hut. It was empty, but the scent of his big friend still lingered on it. Harry stood there, thinking about everything.
A lone wolf is a dead wolf.
The werewolf felt the sting on his hurt ribs as soon as the moon started to appear. It was going to be a long night.
.oOo.
Hermione was so angry at Harry. How could he do that, putting himself in danger, again and again, didn't he understand how much he meant to her, how much he meant to so many people? The girl was so worried during the night that she had barely had any sleep.
Of course, the girl understood what happened, and her rational side didn't really blame the werewolf; it was this very same nature of protecting the people he cared about that made her fall in love with him. But it was hard not to be scared. Especially after Daphne sat down with Hermione and Fleur to finally recount the events of the night. Even hearing it from the other girl, it was incredibly scary; it was obvious how much Daphne had been shaken by it. But it was also enlightening.
"So… a prophecy…" Hermione wondered to herself. "All of this, because of a… prophecy. Did you hear the words?" The witch asked Daphne.
"No, but I'm pretty sure Harry did before he destroyed it," Daphne answered. "It is terrible, but it makes perfect sense, you know… wizards and witches are incredibly superstitious.
Hermione scoffed at this.
"Guess you're not so keen to divination, 'ermione …" Fleur joked.
"But it doesn't matter if you believe it or not…" Daphne continued. "Or even if Harry does. The headmaster believes it, and the worse, the death eaters do so as well."
"So, that's the reason they are obsessed with Harry." Hermione continued. "We need to ask him what it says…"
"We can use that…" Daphne said. l, after a couple of minutes of silence.
"Not everything is a political game, Daphne!" Hermione said, a little annoyed. "This is Harry's life!"
"And I don't know that? I was there, I saw that… monster!" Daphne said, shivering. "But they are already using it, Hermione; if we don't take control of that, they will use it against Harry!"
"Daphne has a point…" Fleur agreed. Hermione also had to agree; the Slytherin made a good argument, especially knowing the wizarding society better than herself. Hermione also noticed the two girls had somehow stopped going at each other. Maybe their talk had some effect, or maybe almost losing Harry did it. "I will talk to my father, but only after I talk to Harry about it. Is his decision to make…" the veela finished, and Daphne nodded in agreement. Hermione looked at the two other girls.
"So… are we all still… together?" The bushy-haired girl asked.
"Well…" Daphne started.
"Neither of us is leaving, at least for now…" Fleur concluded.
"If Harry agrees." Daphne reminded.
Hermione jumped to her feet and quickly hugged a surprised Fleur and then Daphne. "I know we can make this work!" She finally said.
.oOo.
Ginevra Weasley's wrath was legendary. After Ronald and Ginny had returned from Saint mungus, the first thing she had done, much to Professor McGonagall's dismay, was to hex her brother to oblivion.
"It is all your fault; if you hadn't taunted Harry this morning, he wouldn't go there!" The girl was so angry. Angry at her brother, angry at Harry, and angry at Blaise. The Weasley girl had pretty much grown away from her crush on Harry, true, but he was still one of her best friends, someone the girl looked up to and really wanted to see being happy and to know that Blaise, her boyfriend, had been dragged into the mess was not easy either.
And, it was feeling furious that she met Blaise exiting the hospital with Daphne. Ginny was already flushed, but the moment she could see the limp on his leg, her skin became as red as her hair. Noticing the red-haired girl's look, Daphne carefully took a couple of steps to the side but could not help but watch the train wreck.
"What… tha… fuck… Zabinni!" Each word was accompanied by a hit on the young wizard's chest. "Why did you do that?"
"Ouch, sorry, Gin, I needed to!"
"Needed to? Why?" Ginny held his gaze with her caramel-colored eyes.
"You… I mean, it was your father, and Harry… he would be going anyway… he… he is my friend." Blaise finished, surprising even himself with his words. Ginny looked at Daphne, and the witch was smiling, then returned her gaze at her boyfriend before latching herself to him.
"Fuck! I was so scared!"
"Sorry amore… next time, I swear I will let you know."
Ginny looked back at him with fierce eyes.
"Next time, I will be going with you!"
.oOo.
For two nights, the entire school would hear the howling coming from the woods. Many students would get scared, and others would think it was a prank, but most of them would be touched by how sad they actually sounded.
.oOo.
Narcisa thought everything was lost for a while when her sister and that monster Greyback went into the department of mysteries with Lucius. The witch was afraid that her well-thought esquime would be all for nothing, that she would be condemned to her golden prison forever, and her son would be destined to be a pawn on the dark lord's games.
But, the regal woman now knew that she had greatly underestimated Harry Potter. Narcisa has always thought of the boy as Lily's spawn, but it seemed he had more of her beloved James on him than she had previously given the boy credit for. A sting of envy hit her as she wondered about her own weak son and how her kids with James could have been. But that was on another life, one Lily Evans had denied her.
Not only did Harry Potter did what was necessary to send Lucius to Azkaban, but Narcisa could barely suppress a smile when she saw what the powerful boy had done to her weak husband's face.
The witch had left the DMLE after recognizing Lucius at the hospital wing and signing the arrest papers but did not get back home. Narcisa didn't want even to have the slightest chance to run across her sister and the werewolf. Instead, the woman went into the Leak Caldron and asked for a room under her maiden name. Once inside, Narcisa undid the glamour charm on her hair and walked to the room's fireplace with a deep breath.
The witch threw a handful of green powder into the flames and called:
"12 Grimmauld place."
.oOo.
To say Sirius Black was surprised by Narcisa's call was an understatement, especially when the man saw her face wiped of all the ill taste glamour charms her idiot of a husband would make her wear.
"Wow… I will admit you are not on the list of people I would expect to call me at this moment, cousin." Sirius told her with a puzzled expression.
"Lord Black, can I please come in?" The woman spoke in a very formal voice, making her serious intentions clear.
"Hum, I can see we are going with formalities…" Sirius said, looking behind at Remus standing behind him.
"Please … Sirius… is a matter of utter importance." Narcisa pleaded, and Sirius noticed something in her voice, was that fear? Hope?
Sirius looked back at Remus, who was watching from the back of the room. The werewolf nodded with his wand in hand.
"Ok, you may come in." The tattooed wizard said, stepping back to give the woman space to enter his living room.
Narcisa walked out of the fireplace carrying some parchments, looking around, a little surprised, not only by Remus's presence but by the lack of furniture around the room.
"Are… are you leaving?" Narcisa asked, Sirius, noted she sounded afraid.
"Nah, just… redecorating." Sirius shrugged. "The place looked like a tomb, it was not suitable for a teenager to live in. It never was…" Narcisa nodded, realizing that Harry Potter would probably come to live with his godfather, and probably Amelia Bones and her niece would also be spending some time there; then she looked at Remus.
"Hello professor Lupin…" The woman said.
"Hello, milady. May I say you look beautiful this way." Remus said with a polite voice.
"Narcisa…" Sirius started with a more serious tone. "If you came here to beg for your husband, I'm sorry to say …"
"No!" The woman interrupted. "I came to beg for myself, Sirius, to beg for freedom." The witch looked at him with pleading eyes and handed him the papers she was carrying, almost desperately.
"What 's this?" Sirius asked.
"My marriage contract. Sirius, you know me… we were good friends once, you know I'm not like Bellatrix. Merlin, I was in love with James and wanted to marry him!" Narcisa had tears in her eyes, but Sirius was not yet sure they were sincere. "They sold me, Sirius… like… like breeding stock! And with a submission contract nonetheless." Narcisa scoffed. "I'm pretty sure aunt Walburga wanted to punish me for wanting to marry a Potter." Narcisa clenched her fists, Sirius had to agree; doing such a thing was not bellow his mother. "You have no idea what I've been through, Sirius, Lucius may be a weak wizard, but he is a disgusting monster nonetheless, and he sold his soul to the dark lord. And the worst! He was corrupting my only son!" The usually prideful witch was openly crying now.
Sirius looked at her, the memories of the times they were friends coming back to him. He remembered the woman in front of him in her teens, making plans with his best friend to be freed from their family. If only Lily had agreed.
"If you do this for me, I can help you, Sirius… I… I have information… about Lucius' business, about… the dark lord…" Narcisa tried.
"Even if you haven't, Narcisa, I would help you…" Sirius said. "But, how?"
"There is a cláusule in the contract. If Lucius does anything that puts the family line in danger or dishonors the family's name, the head of the Black house can annulate the marriage. I'm pretty sure being sent to Azkaban can be seen as a dishonor, and transforming Draco into a death eater can be putting the family line in danger. And now, the Black family has a head again." The witch looked at Sirius with hopeful eyes. "Please, cousin… you can save both my son and me…"
Sirius sighed.
"You Need to understand, I'm not doing this for Drako, he may be too far gone at this point, Narcisa, and you have to face that some time. But I will do it for you."
Narcisa felt her knees trembling… and started crying, she was getting free.
.oOo.
Harry was sitting alone in the great hall; he had just returned from the forest, and the fact that Hagrid was still not there to greet him in the morning really hurt him. Things were so wrong in the magical world. No, in the world at large as well.
The morning classes hadn't finished yet, so there were almost no students in the great hall, and the staff table was completely empty. Not that Harry cared. The werewolf's attention was entirely focused on the entrance as he anxiously waited. The first students started entering the hall, talking, flirting, playing, some worried, others distracted, some looking at him, others ignoring his presence.
The first adult to enter the hall was the ministry's Inquisitor, with her toad-like face and her overly pink clothes, accompanied by Percy Weasley, her personal "assistant." Umbridge gave Harry the most disgusting smile he could imagine before sitting at the staff's table with her fake pompous etiquette. Harry felt like growling but restrained himself, focusing his senses back at the entrance.
Harry caught the grass and strawberry scent way before he could see her and, in a hurry, got up from his seat. The werewolf wanted to smell her, see her, hug her and know if she was ok, and say how scared and proud he was.
Katie was at the doors to the great hall as soon as he finished walking the table's extension, her own brown eyes locked into his, and a bright smile graced her beautiful yet ferocious face the moment the she-wolf saw him coming in her direction.
In the back of his mind, Harry knew people were looking, both at Katie with fear and disgust and at himself with curiosity, but right now, he didn't care. All that mattered was that Katie was here and that she was hurt.
Harry hugged her, and both werewolves let out a moan, a mixture of pain from their wounds and relief for being together again. Harry took a deep breath of her hair, pulled Katie closer to him, and noticed she was doing the same to him.
People around them looked without understanding. Umbridge was clenching her teeth.
"You are my hunter…" Harry whispered into Katie's ears, making the girl tremble with happiness and excitement. " And I am so glad you're back… I was so scared of losing you…"
"Oh, Harry…" Katie answered, strengthening the hug and making him moan in pain from his ribs. "I will not leave; you are my alpha… no, not only that… you are so much more to me… I was so afraid when that… monster tried to break you… but you fought back, you resisted…"
"Because of you… because of my pack…" Harry answered.
The werewolf didn't know how long they stayed in each other's arms, but when they finally separated, the great hall was full of both foreign and Hogwarts' students, and they were surrounded by friends. Hermione, Daphne, and Fleur were looking at them, smiling.
.oOo.
They all eat together, like they haven't in some time, talking about everything and nothing, and Harry felt like everything was right, even if just for a little while. And he needed it.
After they finished, the five of them excused themselves and walked to what was once Harry's spot but now was theirs. The water from the lake calmly reflected the light from the afternoon sun, and Harry relied on the scents around him, both from the grounds and from the most important people in the world for him right now, to calm his mind.
"Before anything, I… let me say something…" Harry started, looking around at each one of the girls after they sat down, still feeling uncomfortable with what he wanted to say. "The night I screamed at you… first of all, I'm sorry. I will not lie, you pushed me into a corner, and I didn't react well. It is not an excuse for the way I acted, I shouldn't have …" Fleur was about to speak, but noticing this was hard for him, she decided to wait. "I'm human, it was a mistake. But, it is also not an excuse for what you have done." Harry looked at Hermione with his piercing eyes. "I already have so many people choosing things for me, manipulating my life, both with good and bad intentions, and no matter how well you think of me, no matter how good and loving your intentios are, I don't want that from you." Hermione closed her eyes, unable to sustain his gaze. "It hurts. I know I am broke, I know I have both magical and no magical problems, but if you can't trust me with my own life, what's the point in healing?" Harry looked at Fleur, Daphne, who were blushing, ashamed, and then Hermione, who still had her eyes closed. "Hermione, look at me, please." The girl opened her eyes, and Harry noticed her fear and her love for him, but he needed to say that before he started. " I want to know everything you have found, but as much as I trust you, Things can not go back to being like that." Hermione silently nodded. "But that is not why I walked away that night. The house I grew up in was… weird?" Harry could notice Hermione holding her breath, Fleur narrowed her eyes. The boy was sure Katie could even smell his reluctance, and Daphne had a stern look that gave him courage. "You see, I knew they never wanted me, and, after I grew up a little, I could see they never really loved me… my uncle and cousin were very keen to show me that with their fists when I was little." Even suspecting about it, Hermione gasped, Harry could smell the other three girls' fury. "But, after some time, I came to realize they didn't even know how to love each other… I was on the receiving end of most of my uncle's rage, but I saw him hit my aunt Petunia once when I was five." Harry felt his fists trembling and noticed they were clenched so strongly that his nails hurt the palms of his hands. "And that was enough. After that, I could see the fear in her eyes every time something that upset Vernon happened. She was always on the edge, she cried and drank, and I knew she wanted to walk away… but my aunt was afraid. The night I… roared at you… I could see those same eyes… I know what I am now… I may be something other wizards consider a monster, but I refuse to be this kind of monster to any of you." Harry took a deep breath.
"The thing is… until I met Hermione, that was the only kind of relationship I knew. I never learned how to … love… I didn't even know how to demonstrate affection until Hermione, and the Weasleys showed me how. I have … problems, and I think the lycanthropy exacerbated some of them…" Harry was feeling ashamed but somewhat relieved of saying it out loud.
"I should have never let things get to where they got; for a second, I allowed myself to dream, Daphne had even told me I could have two wives, being a Potter and a Black, I know, how egocentric and egotistical of me to even imagine this kind of thing, but, a bloke can dream…" Harry laughed. "But then, just like in the ministry, someone is trying to kill me, and maybe… this problem would end up going away anyway, without the need for me to hurt anyone. That makes me a coward, but not anymore."
"The thing is… I know I can't ever let Katie go or Hermione, even after all she has done… and, now, I don't think I could let Daphne or Fleur go as well, but this choice is not mine to make. In a weird and messy way, I know I love each one of you, pack bond or not, even if I don't know exactly how to love anyone. And… I can't choose. And for that, I'm not sorry, I had never felt this kind of love before, and I can't bear to lose it. I will totally understand if any of you want to walk away, and please know I will still love and protect anyone who does with all I have. The only thing is that things can't keep going as they were. I need to move forward; we all need to." Harry finished, letting out a deep breath, feeling like he had taken a weight from his chest. "I think that's it… I said it."
"Harry…" Daphne asked. "You… really mean that? You love us that much?"
"Yes, I love you all too much… and I know how bad that sounds, how… hypocrite and egotistical… but yes, I do. I could see a future for the first time, but I will never subject anyone to this against that person's will. Is already dangerous enough being close to me."
"Love grows…" Katie said, and Hermione enthusiastically nodded.
"But, it may be too much…" Harry said. "I may not be good enough…"
"Babe…" Katie said. " I watched you resisting against the most powerful werewolf of our time, and you did it for us…" Daphne nodded at this.
"We saw you fighting for us, Harry… it was the bravest, most stupid, and scary thing I ever saw…"
"I…" Harry started saying.
"Harry… you must be the most damaged noble idiot I have ever met…" Fleur said. "But, that's just one of the reasons I love you, Harry…"
"You do… even after all I did?" Harry was surprised.
Fleur got closer to Harry and placed both hands on his cheeks, looking deeply into his eyes before kissing him. It was a deep, loving kiss, their tongues met, and the world around the werewolf exploded in magical colors.
When they finally parted, gasping for air, Harry could see Hermione blushing.
"This is not going to be easy, but I think you are worth it…" Fleur said, looking Harry in the eyes, before turning her gaze to Daphne and giving the Slytherin space. Daphne captured Harry's lips on a deep and sensual kiss, her tongue caressing his in a way full of promises, making both teens tremble in anticipation and also making the colors dance in front of him, different ones from Fleur's, but in equal intensity. They parted, both panting for air, but Harry barely had time to catch his breath before Katie turned his face to her and ferociously kissed him. It was a hungry kiss, the she-wolf tried to convey how much she had missed him, how much he meant to her with that kiss, and Harry responded in kind.
When they separated, Hermione was completely flushed, her mouth partially open, and her cheeks turned red by the scene. Even a little unsure about everything, Fleur couldn't help but giggle at the needy girl.
Harry looked at the bushy-haired girl with carrying eyes.
"I know this is not how you imagined, Mione… but if you can accept me…".The wizard was not able to finish. Hermione jumped on him, throwing Harry to the ground and straddling the wizard, her mouth quickly locking into his. Harry was taken by surprise, Hermione alternated between trying to map his mouth with her tongue and moaning as she rocked her hips, pressing her needy, wet pantie-clad pussy against his hardening member.
"Wow…" Harry said, with a smirk, after the girl calmed down a little. "Are you ok there, Mione?"
"Sorry… arf…" Hermione answered, panting, still pressing her hips to his. "I don't know what got into me…" the witch laughed, and Katie followed through, making both Daphne and Fleur giggle.
"I don't know what will happen, Harry…" Fleur said finally, "but it took me too much to find you, and the more I know you, the more I want to be by your side. This may work or not, but I'm willing to try it for you.
"Fleur…" Harry said, holding her hand. "I wish you could feel just how much I love each of you; even if this doesn't work, now that I know you, I will never let you go… unless you tell me to."
"Fleur, I know we don't always see eye to eye," Daphne said. "But, I honestly like and admire you." The witch looked around at each of the other's faces. "I'm not saying it's going to be easy. But If we respect each other, this will work. I know, I want to make it work."
Harry smiled and nodded, he felt light. The colors were dancing around them.
.oOo.
"Shouldn't you go to class?" Fleur asked Harry as the other girls got up and moved back into the school for the afternoon classes. The boy shrugged.
"Perks of being a champion…" Harry smiled. They looked at each other in silence, both afraid of saying the wrong thing. Fleur thought about what she had decided the night Harry went to the ministry and now was battling with something she had just discovered about herself. When Daphne kissed Harry in front of her, the veela felt the familiar sting of her jealous nature pressing against her chest, but when both Katie and Hermione had jumped on Harry with so much need, Fleur couldn't help but feel a certain degree of pride at the scene. That was her man they so desperately wanted, and as much as they could have him, he was still her man, especially if she bonded with him. The girl had discovered she found the way he turned the so Intelligent Hermione into a pleading little girl and Katie into a needing predator incredibly intaincing. And that scared her. Fleur was not sure if she could deal with that part of herself for real.
"Fleur…" Harry called, getting her attention. The girl looked at him and was surprised by the worry on his face. "If you want for me to… leave… I will understand." The boy continued. Fleur got up and sat down on Harry's side on the tree trunk.
"It would be easier, non…" Fleur said, feeling the familiar warmth of his body closer to her. "But that is the thing, I don't want to leave… and I don't want you to leave me. But… I don't know how that changes things."
"I… I hurt you…" Harry said, looking down."I hurt all of you."
"'arry, what hurt me the most is to know that when you needed me, I was not there for you…"
"Please, don't say that, Katie got hurt, and I couldn't bear you getting hurt too. I know I can't always protect you all, that this shit will happen sometime, but I will try as much as I can…"
Fleur placed her head on his shoulder, it was so good being close to him again, the way his body and magic were welcoming her. Harry rested his head on her's. They stood in silence, just enjoying each other's company for a while.
"Fleur…" Harry finally said. "The things you said that night… I understand if you said it in the heat of the moment… I don't understand all of it, but I can sense its importance. I understand if you don't want to."
Fleur thought for a moment before speaking. "Harry, if you had a chance to be connected to me for the rest of your life, no matter what happens, would you take it?"
"Yes." Harry said with no hesitation, to Fleur's surprise. "You are one of the best things that ever happened to me, and I would like it, even if we didn't end up together. I can't imagine something more exciting and scary than this… but I would do it in a heartbeat." Fleur looked into his eyes, and the veela could see how much he loved her. Fleur's allure flowed between the two in a way it hadn't for weeks, and Harry took a deep breath, welcoming it. "I know it is hard to understand, but… you changed everything; even the colors I can see are brighter when we are close; when your allure touches me, it is like an explosion of life and love around me…" He was breathing fast, Fleur could see how nervous he was. "I'm really bad at putting my feelings into words…" Harry laughed nervously.
"We will work on that…". Fleur giggled. "You are having a good start."
"I want you to know, what I said is good for you as well, for any of you… I mean, if you want to be with Hermione or someone else…" The werewolf said.
"Harry… can you see yourself with anyone outside your pack?" Fleur asked.
"No… no way…"
"Me neither, Harry, maybe Hermione, maybe… I like her… but that is for later." The veela said, and Harry nodded, pulling her closer to him.
"Harry," Fleur said in his arms. "What I said that night… I meant every word, and I still do, Harry." She got up and looked into his eyes. "I want this, I want to be with you… I love you." Fleur finished before capturing Harry's lips in a deep, loving kiss.
.oOo.
After the final class of the day, Harry still had one person he wanted to talk to. Walking out of the room, he called.
"Blaise. Can I talk to you?"
The tall boy looked at him with a smile, but both of them were not oblivious to the glaring gaze Ronald directed at them as he passed by.
"Git…" Blaise said. "I really don't know how you tolerated him for so long."
"He wasn't always like that." Harry sighed. The werewolf knew that bridge was burnt and was not sure if he would ever be able to talk to his "mate" the same way again. But that was for later. "I wanted to thank you, Blaise. I know you did it for Ginny, but I am thankful for you being there the same way. I know there will be consequences for your family, and I swear I will be there to help." Harry placed his right hand on the black boy's shoulder. Blaise smiled back at him.
"You are not wrong there, Harry, I did it for Ginny, but not only that." Harry raised an eyebrow. "I like to think of you as a friend, and q friend who needed my help." Harry smiled. "Also, I believe in you, Harry, prophecy or not. You see, my father was a death eater, and he died during the war." Harry nodded. " When he joined the dark lord's arms, my mother ran away with me back to Italy; she didn't believe in any of that shit. My grandfather was the one who I see as a father figure." Blaise smiled. "My grandfather is one of the most respected businessmen in magical Europe, he has business with the Greengrasses, the Malfoys, and even some less than… respectful individuals. But, he is a squib." Harry was surprised. "I know what those people think about people like him, and I know it is wrong. And, if it is wrong for him, it is wrong for muggle-borns, or goblins, or veelas. I see what you are trying to do, and that is why I am proud to have you as a friend." The young wizard finished, and Harry gave him a bright smile.
"Me too, Blaise, and you can be sure I will honor this to the end."
.oOo.
Daphne said goodnight to madam Pomfrey as the old matron finished for the day and walked out the hospital wing. Daphne had said she was going to finish sorting the potions and completing some paperwork, but the girl was sure the matron knew the truth about how Daphne used the hospital wing after hours. Pomfrey pretended not to know, and Daphne knew how much the old healer liked her and Harry, she was at their side.
Daphne was barely able to pay attention to classes that afternoon, and even madam Ponphrey had chastised her for being unusually distracted. Her mind kept returning to the conversation she had with the others, especially to the green-eyed wizard that was shaking her world. Daphne had been honest when she said things could work out only if they respected each other, and she had silently vowed not to let Fleur ruin things with her jealousy.
And, if Daphne closed her eyes, she could see the colors. Daphne was not sure what they meant; for her, the important thing was to be there with Harry.
The witch was again distracted, barely registering her work with the potions, when she felt strong arms gently embracing her from behind.
"Hum… hi Harry…" Daphne said with a smile as the young werewolf sniffed her hair and neck. As much as Daphne didn't care before, it was amazing how much better Harry acted without all the guilt.
"I know it is a little early, but I wanted to see you…" The wizard said, dropping his invisible cloak.
"Yeah, you still owe me a couple of years of this…" The girl said, rocking her bum against his hips, making the boy groan, before turning her head around and kissing him. "But I don't think we have the time right now."
"Tease…" Harry giggled, kissing her again. Daphne was amazed by how warm and how good he felt around her.
"Damn, they will really chastise us, don't they?" Harry said as the teens walked into the matron's office.
"Well, they should," Daphne answered. "We kind of made a mess and acted like idiots. But I think it was for good, Lucius Malfoy will go to Azkaban after all." Harry nodded.
The wizard sat at one of the chairs that faced the fireplace, and, to his surprise, Daphne sat on his lap, passing her arms around his neck. Harry smiled at her, and Daphne felt giggly, like a girl in love. Which she was.
"And what about… the prophecy?" Daphne asked. "It is lost now that you destroyed it on Malfoy's face?"
Harry frowned. "I heard the words when I touched it, and I'm pretty sure the headmaster knew them as well." Harry sighed. "But, I don't believe those things… I don't want my actions to be guided by something I was not part of."
Daphne smiled. "Yes, I think that is better. But the death eaters clearly believe it."
"Let them. Maybe it is even something we can use to our favor." Harry shrugged.
"Have I said how much I like it when you go all Slytherin like this?" Daphne said, running her finger over his chest before kissing him.
"Good to see you two worked out what was bothering you…" They heard the familiar voice coming from the fireplace; as soon as the kiss started deepening, Harry groaned again, this time in frustration. Daphne quickly got up from his lap and sat on the other chair as Sirius and Arthurs face appeared on the fire.
"Hello, father, lord Black," Daphne said politely, and Harry did the same.
"Sirius, I …" Harry started saying but was quickly interrupted by Sirius.
"No, Harry, let me be the responsible adult here before you say anything." The tattooed man said. "You can't just throw yourself into danger like that, much less taking your friends with you. You are too important, and not in this boy who lived bullshit way. You are important to me, to your girls, and to many people around you!"
"In Harry's defense, he didn't want us to go…" Daphne tried to say.
"I am also not happy with your attitude, young lady," Arthurs said. "Rest assured it will have consequences."
"Harry, you knew it was a trap…" Sirius continued.
"Yes, Sirius, I did, but what else could I do? Mrs. Weasley has opened his house to me, his family has helped more than once. I couldn't let anything happen to him, especially because it was my fault he was there." Harry said.
"What the hell, who told you that?" Sirius asked.
"Ronald," Daphne answered before Harry could speak. "We already tried to say it was not his fault, but this one is just as stubborn as he's noble."
Harry rolled his eyes. "It doesn't matter, I didn't want him or anyone to get hurt because of me."
"And yet, people got hurt," Sirius said, and Harry gave him a sad nod. "Harry, people will get hurt, there is no escape from that, but you need to be smarter about your moves. I know it was close to the full moon, but it was too reckless. Harry, look at me. We both already lost too much, ok? Let's try not to lose ourselves."
Again, Harry nodded, even if he knew it would be impossible not to get her in trouble.
"Ok, now, with that out of the way, it was amazing! What you did to Malfoy may have been a little too brutal, but he deserved it!"
"Sirius!" Arthurs chastised, and both Harry and Daphne laughed.
"Well, it is true." Sirius continued. "We will be at Hogwarts on the day of the last task, ok? Take care till then, pup."
"We will, Sirius," Harry said.
"Good, now you can return to what you did before." Sirius laughed, and Arthurs gave him a disapproving look before both faces disappeared from the fire.
.oOo.
"Well, that was not as bad as I expected…" Harry thought to himself as the flames came back to the normal amber color. In the end, he knew Sirius was right but other than taking people with him, Harry would not change his actions. The wizard turned his head to look at Daphne and was surprised by the predatory look she was giving him. The witch licked her lips and in an elegant movement, plunged at him, holding his face with both hands and capturing Harry's lips In a hungry kiss. Harry placed his hands on her waist and pulled her closer until she was straddling him on the comfortable leather chair. Daphne whimpered with the move and bit the wizard's lower lip.
"You have any idea what you do to me, Potter?" Daphne said, reaching for the rem of his shirt. "I could not get past that night, I was so handy… and sore…" The witch pulled his shirt up before clawing her hands on his chest. "I couldn't even get myself off for the first few days, and it was not good enough when I finally could. I wanted you, I wanted your cock inside of me."
Harry moaned and moved his hips up involuntarily, his hard member aching for some relief. The damn witch knew how to push his buttons, there was something incredibly arousing in seeing such a usually cold and well-mannered girl talking dirty like that.
"Fuck Daphne…" Harry said, his hands moving up her tights, down her skirt. "You are so hot when you talk like that" The werewolf then took a handful of her round ass cheeks.
"Huuuum… and what are you going to do about it, Potter?"
"I will give you exactly what you want…" Harry's hand found its way under Daphne's panties hem and touched her wet outer lips. "I will shove my dick deep inside your pureblood cunt, and shoot my werewolf seed deep inside of it!" Harry was surprised by his own words, but it seemed to be the right ones when the witch moaned loudly and bit his neck. Daphne's hands eagerly looked for his trousers, trying to undo the button and fly.
"Yes, Harry, I want it, I want you… aaaaaaah, fuck!" The witch whimpered when Harry's fingers ran across her wet slit. The werewolf paid attention to her reactions as his fingers explored her wet folds, getting cues, trying to learn what she liked, and adapting. He was suddenly struck by the realization of how little he still knew about the beautiful girl on top of him and how little chance they had of being together. The wizard felt the urge to take and make up for the lost time. Time someone had stolen from them.
Remembering the only other time they had sex, Harry moved his other hand under her panties as well but looked for her other hole, teasing her anus with the tip of his finger.
"Aaaaaaah…. Fuck!" Daphne lost her bearings for a second, and Harry grinned at his new finding about her.
"I guess the ice queen is not so cold after all…" Harry teased as Daphne finally freed his hard member from his pants, and he moaned. "Can you hear the dirty sounds your pussy is making, Daphne? How wet it is?"
"Ues, please… I want you to fuck me… please… shove this cock inside my cunt…" The girl said, tugging Harry's member up and down, spreading his dripping pre cum over her hand and his shaft.
"As you wish, milady," Harry said with a smile before lifting Daphne and himself from the chair, and with a firm move, changing their places, the girl was now seated on the edge of the furniture, and the werewolf was standing in front of her. Harry lifted her school uniform skirt and pulled her soaked panties down her legs before holding her knees. The boy spread her legs, fully enjoying her swollen outer lips and dripping entrance under her well-trimmed pubes. Once again, Daphne seemed proud of her own body in full display, her eyes full of lust, as she watched how his dick trembled and jumped in the reaction of the intaincing sight in front of him.
"Please, Harry… no more teasing… not today…" Daphne wasn't able to finish as Harry placed the head of his cock at her entrance and slowly pushed it inside her, savoring overwhelming sensation of burrowing himself inch by inch inseam her. His dick easily parted Daphne's warm, wet walls. "Yessss … that's so good…" The girl said, throwing her head back. As he was getting fully inside, Harry looked for any signs of discomfort before he moved his hips back, pulling out slowly, enjoying how her muscles tried to squeeze him, then the wizard pressed his cock back inside and repeated the movement, increasing the speed every time he trusted. Daphne's moans became tangled with the obscene noises her body was making, and the scents from her arousal were driving Harry's instincts. He decided he loved everything about this girl, the way they teased each other, the way her body reacted to his, the noises she made, the smell of her arousal, how the ice queen persona was thrown out the window the second he touched her, the way she locked her legs behind his hips, pulling him closer to her.
"Fuck… fuck… fuck…" The witch called, and Harry found it incredibly cute to see the usually articulated pureblood girl in such pleasure. "I'm gonna… I'm gonna…. AAAAAAAH!" Daphne screamed as she came, and that was enough for Harry. With a grunt, he felt his climax approaching, and with some final firm trust, the werewolf moaned and let out his hot seed inside her, magic dancing around them. Daphne was panting, with glassy eyes and a silly smile, as Harry kissed her neck and her collarbone, rejoicing in their post-orgasmic bliss.
"Looks like our pureblood lady has a foul mouth…" Harry Said with a giggle.
"Prat…" That was all the melting girl could respond.