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Magical pool party 02: Rose Potter!

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An act of Sacrilege

By Grace Johnson

In an act of unbelievable pettiness, the terrorist group known as Death Eaters attacked one of the most sacred places to all the population of magical Britain.

The village of Godric's Hollow, stage of the brave resistance and sacrifice of Jaimes Potter and Lillian Potter is no more! In its place, only a flaming crater surrounded by the city’s debris remains. Many of its centenary buildings had been destroyed, and the death toll is on the dozens.

A group of ten black robbed terrorists attacked the bucolic village on the last nigh, targeting not only the bronze statue of the heroes from the magical world but also the non-magical population of the village. In an act of extreme cruelty, some kind of unknown spell or ritual had been performed at the center of the city, blowing up the statue and killing many.

The attack was only stopped due to the interference of unknown wizards and witches, who fought the terrorists, killing one of them. The identity of those heroes is unknown to the aurors, and the chief of the DMLE Amelia Bones asked for them to step forward so they could be rewarded.

The Prophet thanks those.mysterious heroes, and hope they are fine, where ever they are.

One of the terrorists has been captured and finds himself in the DMLE headquarters. The identity of the terrorists has not been divulged.

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Rose Potter

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Chapter 01

Arrival

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

The world seemed to become in slow motion, as Rose Potter, the girl-who-lived, beater of trolls, new marauder and many other less pleasant titles, watched as the blasting spell hit her godmother, the only real family she got.left, her rock, her teacher, and slowly been thrown in the veil’s direction.

The veil.

Placed in his immovable black stone altar, sealed in his dark circular room, deep down the department of mysteries, stood the biggest of them all. Very little was known about it. It was already there when the wizard people arrived, and probably would still be there when they inevitably killed themselves in a idiotic power struggle. The only thing it was known for sure about it was that no one could come back from it. One way ticket to nowhere.

The man who shot the spell was also watching whiling. Sirius “once known as Black” had evil grey eyes and a even worse smile oh his pretty face. Dressed in his death eater attire and glowing wand, he savored as the woman he hated most in the world trip on her own feet and started falling to oblivion. Bellatrix Black was no more!

Rose tried to run after her, to save her, but Remus held her back. Hermione covered her mouth with her hands. Susan and Neville where still out in the cold.

That was when it happened. The thing that no one through it was possible. The thing only the craziest fiction writers in the magical world could have imagined.

The veil spill someone out.

All the sound in the room, from Rose’s scream to Sirius maniacal laugh died. Every person held their breath as they watched the boy come tumbling out of the ether, tripping like a bad floo travel. He bumped into Bellatrix with a dry sound of bashing heads, arms entwined in the clumsiest dance the world had ever seen. They spun around, trip and fell to the floor.

To Rose, the world finally come back to the normal speed when she watched Bellatrix falling, wide eyed, on her ass, her high heeled leather boots up into the air with a loud “Eeeeep” sound, while the black haired boy face landed in between her legs, his head inside her black shining skirt. Rose raised an eyebrow, was that really happening? Sirius “no name” lowered his wand in confusion, before looking around to his fellow death eaters and start laughing.

Bella saw the boy’s head disappearing inside her skirt, and could feel his mouth and nose touching her trimmed mount. Of all days for going commando, this had to happen, “damn Rose, didn't even gave me time to get properly dressed before getting into trouble.” She thought.

But something else was happening, something weird. The boy’s heavy and warm breath directly over her most sensitive spot started sending jolts of electricity over her body. Bella was not a teen anymore, she hasn't been for a while, but right now, of all times, she felt like one. The ex auror blushed as she felt herself getting wet. “Hey, live and death situation here!” Her brain was screamed, but her body solemnly choose to ignore it. Why this felt so hot? Who was this boy?

But she was distracted by the laughs from the death eaters around them. Flushed, she looked around, Sirius and the other black robed men looking at her with almost hysterical expressions.

“Are you alright, Mum?” Rose screamed, and her voice seemed to wake the boy, he moved his head, rubbing his nose and mouth over Bella’s clitoris, sending an even stronger jolt of magical pleasure over her. Bella moaned loudly, making the death eaters laugh even more. Rose, Hermione and Sirius were astonished, the situation was so surreal they almost couldn't react to it.

The boy looked at Bella. The witch was hit by the familiar deep emerald green gaze she loved for so long, looking directly into her purple eyes, making her shiver in a mixture of surprise, excitement and fear. After a second, his eyes seemed to grow wide with recognition, not only of who she was, but to where on her he was, and then the unimaginable happened again.

Rose Potter watched in confusion as a strong boost of magic left the strange boy and embraced her godmother. Bella threw her head back, her eyes rolling with a scream, but not a painful one. Rose knew this scream all too well, her godmother was cumming. And it was a big one, the boy’s face got splattered with Bella’s fluids, the woman arched her back and the scream turned into a loud moan. A bright light surrounded both Bella and the boy, and the death eaters stopped laughing. Sirius could see something big was happening here, that was something he had already seen before. The light got even brighter, before blasting out everywhere, with a explosion like sound.

Sirius quickly ducked out of the way, but the other three death eaters were not fast enough. The light got them right in the chest, sending the black robed men hard against the walls with bone cracking sounds. Opportunistic enough, the powerful magical burst seemed to ignore Rose, Remus and Hermione, like a convenient plot device.

Bella laid on her back, panting in bliss after her intense orgasm. The mysterious boy slowly stood up, he was dressed in a plain white shirt, worn out jeans and red converse shoes, looking around in confusion. With a swift movement, he produced and raised his own wand. Bellatrix looked at him, so close as she was, in her post orgasmic bliss, she could see a dim light around him. “This is not possible…” She thought.

“Well…” Sirius “no name” voice echoed through the chamber. “That was indeed very weird and very fun, but I guess that is my clue…”  The powerful dark wizard pointed his wand at the boy and screamed “BOMBARDA” before turning and running away, not even concerned with the results of his spellwork.

The boy moved fast, grabbing the lying Bella and rolling out of the spell area while smoke and debris exploded around him. Rose screamed in rage, and elbowed Remus in the hips, getting herself free and turning to where Sirius had run off.

“You tried to kill her!” The “girl who lived” screamed before running after the death eater in blind rage.

The boy watched the girl going, she had messy raven black hair, high cheekbones and the deepest green eyes he had ever seen, although now they were burning in anger. She was wearing a Hogwarts school uniform with Gryffindor colors under shredded school robes, and the same red shoes as himself, he noticed before she disappeared in the dark corridor.

He looked at his own hands in confusion. They looked different than he remembered, not so cadaveric, then he looked around the chamber in disbelief, he could see Remus and Hermione looking back at him with open mouths.

“Wait…” his voice was weak, low. “I remember this! Oh bloody hell” He made to run after Rose, only to find his path blocked by the confused werewolf.

“Who are you?” Remus Lupin asked with a roaring voice.

“Remus!” The all familiar boy said, and the werewolf was taken aback by the sound of his own name. “It’s really great to see you alive, but something really bad is about to happen , I need to help her!” With a faint faster than the older wizard was prepared for, the boy pushed him to the side, and run after Rose, hoping he could remember his way inside the ministry after all those years.

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Rose Potter was in a world of pain. She felt like the monster standing in front of her was tearing her very soul apart. The pain on her scar was intense, but the worse was the growing, overwhelming presence inside her head. It was like a shadow, like it knew all the pain and ugliness Rose herself hid inside her. And it was talking with her.

“You don't need them…” The voice hissed like a snake inside her head. “You have me, we can be as one once again. I can see you want it, I can see inside you Rose Potter, inside your incomplete soul. We can rule the wizardry world together…” Each word was accompanied by a world of pain.

Rose realized how not prepared for that she was… definitely not prepared at all…

.OvO.

The boy was able to navigate the labyrinth like corridors of the ministry and arrive at the entrance hall, just to find what looked like a war zone. Pieces of rubble and marble were scrawled everywhere, fuming craters on the ground, showing the aftermath of the powerful magical battle. He saw the great Albus “Many names” Dumbledore on his knees, trying to get up next to what was left from the fountain’s statue.

But what dominated his vision was the shield of dirt and magic flowing around Rose, who was on her knees, paralyzed in a silent scream. Her eyes wide open but unseeing.

“No, I'm too late…” The boy called with tears in his eyes. How weird, and painful was to watch it from the outside.

“Who… who are you?” Came the weak voice of  Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, supreme mugwump, chief warlock of the wizengamot, and senile old man in charge, asking the boy while his eyes darted to his forehead to his eyes and back.

“Not now old man, I have to save… Rose… how do I even know her name?” The boy snapped, and walked towards the shield.

“Don't!” Albums screamed. “Don't do it young man. This shield will repel you, maybe even kill you in the process, it is too dangerous!” His voice was frantic. “Rose must overcome this by herself!”

The boy glared at him, clenching his fingers around his wand. With a sigh, he looked at the shield, and simply walk trough it, to the total astonishment of the headmaster.

“How…” The old wizard was baffled.

The boy looked at the girl in front of him, tears burning his eyes. He kneeled down besides her. It was weird, she was so familiar, yet so different, her pale skin and raven black hair. Full lips and darkened green eyes. Her glasses were scattered in the ground, and her shaking hand still held the all familiar wand with resolve.

The boy didn't know what to do, so he just followed his instincts, as he had done so many times before. He touched his forehead to her’s and whispered, in a soft, calm tone. “Rose, I know it's hard, I know that monster is tearing your very soul apart. But you can do it Rose, I am here with you now. I know it's so painful you just want to die right now. But YOU ARE STRONG. You are stronger than that monster, you can do it. You can free yourself Rose!”

Rose was lost in the dark, with only the monstrous presence in her soul as company, when she heard his voice. She barely could hear it at first, but it was there, and she focused all her will on it. Rose could feel his magic reaching out to her, trying to protect her. She could hear his heartbeat, resonating with hers, beating at the same rytmin before she could clearly hear his voice.

She was not alone in the dark anymore, and the creature inside her soul knew that, and hissed in anger.

“YOU ARE STRONG!” The voice screamed, and Rose knew it was true, she could fight it and win.

The beautiful girl screamed, in anger and pain closing her eyes. “GET OUT OF MY HEAD!” There was a explosion of shadows coming out from Rose’s scar, and she lost her balance, but the boy held her in a firm and grateful grasp, the magical shield crumbled around them.

Rose opened her eyes and looked directly at him. Green meet green for the first time, their magic flaring and dancing around them.

“T… thank you… I could hear you… in the dark… I could feel you…”

There was a crack, and both teens looked. The floating shadows started taking human form right in front of them, and the boy stood up, preparing himself to a battle he was never ready for.

His eyes widened in surprise. He was certainly not prepared for this.

The shadows formed a hooded dark figure. The hood casted shadows over its face, making it impossible to distinguish any features. The cloak floated over her feminine, well proportioned body, moving like it was alive. The figure used a black corset, with dark purple strings, emphasizing her well endowed bust. And the fiend on her robes showed a muscular, well toned unnatural milk white leg. Her hands had long white fingers, pointed by sharp claw like black nails. Darkness seemed to dance around her in a  aura of power and fear.

It didn't matter, not for the boy. Not anymore.

“Who are you?” The hooded darkness hissed, with a voice full of venom and anger, her eyes glowing with a red light under the shadows.

The boy pointed his wand at her.

“My name is HARRY FUCKING POTTER!”

Everyone stood in silence. Rose opened and closed her mouth a couple times, but no sound came of it. Bella, Remus and Hermione, who had just entered the hall stopped, astonished. Albus Dumbledore mind started racing after hearing the name, and the hooded darkness was taken aback. The monster was trembling.

Bella was the first to recover, maybe th and to her training as an auror. She pointed her wand at the dark Lady and yelled.

“You lost V, even you can't take all of us!”

“Indeed Bellatrix Black, my dear, that is an unfortunate turn of events.” The dark lady hissed, without looking alway from Harry and Rose. “But I feel things are about to get interesting!” With a flash of darkness, the dark lady vanished with a laugh.

“Bitch…” Rose said out loud, raising to her feet.

“Rose! Language!” Hermione admonished.

“Ah! Bite me Hermione!” Rose answered waving her hand before turning to Harry. There was something there. Rose felt a pull, she felt like letting herself go on those eyes. She had to fight the urge to hug him. “That is so weird…”

“Yes… really weird…” Harry answered, facing her. He was around a inch taller than her, the same round glasses. Her hair was longer, with a stylish cut and her green eyes almost hypnotized him. “So, that it's what it feels like.” He thought, getting lost on the deep general orbs. He felt magic acting weird around them, almost like reaching into her.

“Thank you… for saving me.” Rose finally said. “I could hear your voice, and… feel you…” Before she finished, the boy, Harry, went out cold, and fell to the ground. She angrily turned around, only to see Albus Dumbledore holding his fuming wand.

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Chapter 01

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The very last night of the cycle was always the worst. Harry could feel his body at the brink of collapse. Every bone on his body hurt. His hypersensitive senses made his head feel like it would explode.

But the worse was the thirst. His mouth and throat were so dry that he could feel the cracks on his lips. Even opening his mouth to breathe was hard.

He was in the dark, inside the little shack at the backyard. The first rays of sunlight coming through the cracks of the door. He listened, unable to move just yet, as the locker was unlocked, and the door opened. He smelled, a smell he had known all too well even before his enhanced senses take place. The smell of excitement coming from the enormous man in front of him. It was nauseating, Harry felt even weaker.

“Well, well, look at you” Vernon Dudley said, Harry could almost feel his smile through the words “I didn't think you could become an even bigger aberration that you already were… but look at you” his breath speed up, as Harry listened to him unlocking his belt buckle “you know, the other freaks, your friends, paid  good money to get my permission to build this monstrosity here” he was rolling his belt on his hand now, breathing even faster “but no one told me about the noise… no sir… I couldn't get a minute of sleep this night, with all your crying and howling” now he was panting.  Harry was sure the man had an erection “And poor Petunia, so scared… 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 found some strength to look up, only to see a smile on his uncle face, and the belt coming in his direction.

Fleur had just finished packing her things for the school year in two large trunks. One containing 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 the more formal ones, for special occasions, an assortment of casual mundane clothes (she always loved muggle fashion, specifically concerning lingerie) and for this year, a bigger number of cold weather garments, as England were 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.

She closed her trunk with a smile, Fleur once again though about the wolf.  The dream kept coming every night now, maybe it has some meaning, she was lost in thought when she heard a knock on the door. Apoline came in, looking as stunning as always with her high couture clothes.

“Everything packed my little dove?” She asked “Yes mama” answered Fleur, smiling at the nickname her mother used. “Say Fleur” her mother continued “I try to stay out of it, but let me ask, anyone in particular you are looking to see again this year?” Taking by surprise, Fleur blushed for a second, but answered with resolution “Only Regine mama, and as a friend. You know I tried, but was to no good. The boys can't see past the damn allure, and most girls can't overcome their jealousy. And the ideas people have about us are simply disgusting. So no, I had fun for a while, but not anymore” to her surprise, Apoline just smiled. “I know how hard it is. It took me a long time to find you father”

“Ah, now we are getting to the point” Fleur tough to herself.

“I assume you already talked to your father” Fleur nodded and her mother took a deep breath “then, here goes” she extended her hand, and in it was a photograph “It is not without pain I give this to you, but is for the best” Fleur didn't understand, but grabbed the picture and looked at it.

There was, smiling and waving at the camera her mother and father, to the left she could see the man she met early this month, Remus Lupin, to they're right there was another young couple, Fleur tough the green eyes of the redheaded woman looked familiar, and more to the right the man she now knows as Sirius Black. But what really caught her was the kids. On the ground, side by side, smiling like she didn't even know she could. She recognized herself, and a little boy, no much more than a year old, with green eyes and messing hair. She looked into them, hypnotized for some seconds.

“Why?” she asked.

“My dear… let me tell you about when your father and I were young…”

“Here, the books you asked” Daphne Greengrass said, giving Hermione Granger a stack of 3 books. “I still don't understand what you want with it. I thought you found the magical world to be too backwards”. “Actually they are for Harry” Hermione said putting the books aside. “He told me about a plan of his on the end of the last term”

As weird as it looks, both girls had become friends on the previous year, after the broom incident, that had divided the Gryffindor golden trio. But, after this summer, said trio may be no more…

Hermione looked around nervously, looking for Harry, she hadn’t seen her friend for almost three months now, three lunar cycles, she didn't even know what to expect.

She saw Hedwig’s first, inside her cage. Then she saw the mass of black hair and couldn't contain herself. She ran in his direction and dove into his arms, tears rolling down her face. She could feel his surprise and hiss, like something hurt on his back, but he embrace her back and didn't let it go. “Oh Harry” she started, sobbing, “I am so sorry, I tried to call several times, your aunt would not pass you the phone!!! It’s not right to leave you like that!!” She left his arms, a little blushed, and looked at him.

He was a mess. He looked thin, with big black bags under his eyes, and he was pale… but his smile was the most sincere and warm thing she saw in months “how can you be a mess like that and still beautiful” she caught herself thinking and blushed even harder.

“Please, don't look at me like that Mione” Harry said looking at her, she bit her lower lip, sending shivers through his body, “you know I had some bad nights… I will make up to it in the train. Had you seen Ron?” She looked at him with a weird expression, and he took the clue. “Never mind, let's find a cabinet on the train”.

They entered the express and moved to their favorite cabinet on the back, the Weasleys were late and Hermione was thankful for that. Neville joined then a couple minutes later, and they started doing small talk about the summer and the new school year. Hermione felt Harry's head leaning against her shoulder and realized he was asleep, a warm fuzz ran through her body, and before she realized, her hand were running through his hair. That was the moment Rob showed up, his face becomes almost the same color of his hair, and he turned away. Ginny entered the cabinet and looked at them. “He doesn't look well…” she said in a low voice.

Harry woke up, or rather was awaken next to the arrival. “Believe it or not, I am actually feeling better” he said to the other occupants of the cabinet, while putting his robes, and some color had actually came back to his face. “Where is Ron?” Nobody seems to know.

They exited the train and got to the carriages, Harry could see Ron some feet way, with Seamus and Dean. He was about to ask Hermione with was happening when they heard a loud voice. “Arry my lad” they could see Hagrid approaching. “So good to see you” he gave the boy a big hug, sending Harry to a world of pain for some seconds, only Hermione seem to notice. He released the teen and continued “but I am getting carried away, I'm here to pass a message from the headmaster. He want you to meet him at his office to discuss you new… eeeer… condition” Neville and Ginny looked at him, worried, and he nodded his head as if saying “later”.

“Also” Hagrid carried on “we will have a biiiiiig surprise for you all this year!”

As they entered the carriage, Neville asked “What you guys think is that surprise?” “I don't know” Harry said “I just hope is not something that tries to kill me” he said with a grim. “Prat” Hermione said slapping him on the shoulder.

The great Hall was all laughs and greetings, friends meeting each other.  Hogwarts was a prison alright, but at least a good one, Harry though. He complimented his colleagues both from Gryffindor and from other houses, after a long and solitaire summer he had decided this year he would try to make a change. To hell with house rivalries, he remembered the Heir fiasco all too well. It was an uphill battle, but one needed for his plans.

He sat at his usual place at the table, Hermione sat at his right side, and he felt really good when their legs touch, she smiled at him. Ron decided to sit at the other side with Seamus and Dean, leaving his left side empty and Harry sighed, another uphill battle ahead. Angelina and Katie were passing, giggling at his back when the Katie suddenly stopped. Angelina looked at her, while a big grin appeared on her friend’s face.  

“Hello Harry” Katie said touching his shoulder and sitting at the empty space on his left, to his big surprise. They had been friends and played quidditch together, but that was new. As Angelina sat on the other side of the table, looking somewhat amused by the shy boy, Katie took what to Harry seemed like a really deep breath and continued. “I am betting you had a really, really interesting summer” “What do you mean Katie?” He asked confused, but secretly enjoying the attention, the brunette was beautiful, and there was something in her eyes. “I don't know Harry, you… look different…” Katie looked at a confused Angelina and a somewhat bothered Hermione. “So, this year championship…” she changed the subject and let the conversation flow.

After the sorting, Harry took a good look at the professor’s table. Up on his feet, in a corner he saw the weird 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.

Hermione was trying to make sense of what was happening in front of her. She knew Katie always had a crush on Harry, she heard the older girl talking to Angelina once or twice, but the same was true to many other girls. What made her act like that, with so much courage was the mystery, and although she would not admit to herself, Hermione was a little envious of that. Katie was practically leaning on Harry's shoulder, and Hermione was pretty sure, by the way he 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 on the great Hall said almost in unison “WHAT!!!”

“Yes” the headmaster master continued “there will be no quidditch championship this year, as Hogwarts has been chosen to host the Triwizard tourney” he go on to explain about the tournament, as most of the things wizards do, 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.

After the initial shock, Katie came back to talk really close to Harry, he was cute all clumsy and blushing this way, she thought. No, she was the only one that knew what happened and that he needed help. Library first thing tomorrow!

Fleur stood at the desk after organizing her things at her dorm in Beauxbatons. It was a cozy double bedroom, with mirror sides, each one consisting in a four post bed with a trunk at its foot, a big closet and a writing desk. Fleur had the side with the window and her best friend Regine has 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 entering the room and looking over Fleur's shoulder. “What do you mean?” “Here, those are your mom and dad right? Those two here are James and Lily Potter, and I assume those beautiful kids are you and Harry Potter!” Fleur looked at the picture once again, she couldn't remember. Regine had family in England and past some time with them almost every year, so the blonde decided to ask. “Do you know how he is like?”

“That depends if you believe the English media” she said after a while, studying Fleur's face “They say he is a mentally unstable boy, with delusions of grandeur and attention seeking issues…” she could see by the looks on her friend's face that this was close to home for her, and she didn't buy it. “My cousin plays quidditch with him…” she finally said. “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, non?” Fleur said with a smile. “True, but as I see, 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” she finished laying in her bed. “It is incredible that your father didn't used this on 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 “I know, that is the reason he will win” Regine finished.

Fleur though for some time, looking at the picture, there was something there, she wanted that smile back… then she got a piece of parchment, a quill and started writing.

Albus Dumbledore watched as the boy entering his office with attention, looking for signs of the curse.

“Good night Harry, would like a lemon drop?” “No, thank you headmaster” “please, have a sit Harry”. The headmaster looked at him over his glasses, with a grandpa expression on his face. “First of all, let me apologize for the somewhat clumsy solution we could arrange for your summer, we had to do it in such a short notice, also I understand that you got upset about losing the quidditch world cup, bit been the smart boy you are, I believe you understand the reasons” he said in a rather patronizing tone that he could see annoyed Harry. “I do understand, professor…”

“Good, Harry, Remus has studied at Hogwarts for seven years, and we never had any dangerous incident, and I wish to keep this record. All the relevant professors had already been informed of your… condition…” Harry sighed “I am glad to inform you that at the school, you will at least be allowed to run free during the cycle, all the school wards had been updated, you will not be able to enter any building during those nights, so that the other students will be safe. Also Hagrid will be 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 with this curse Harry and you will be too.”

Harry directed himself to the door, and turned to Dumbledore before opening it. “Professors, what about Sirius…”

“It is been taking care, my boy”

Harry exited the office and the headmaster leaned on his chair, the boy looked tired and defeated, he may even lost some weight during the summer, in other words, he looked great for him.

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Chapter 01

“Wat da bloody fuck?!” Harry Potter though looking at the weird misshapen little construction in the bottom of the Durlley’s property. That was the headmaster’s idea of a solution? A small shag on the back of the backyard? The building was badly done, not one if the sides was straight, looking at it, there was doubt he would even fit inside. But as many magical constructions it was probably bigger on the inside. Also, Harry could feel the security wards both on the locker and around the small monstrosity.

He opened the small door, as expected it was a little bigger on the inside. There was also a shining chain hanging from the ceiling. He shivered thinking on what he had to do with it. On the door, in a plank there was also some wolfsbane potions, enough to last the summer.

“I imagine how much money the headmaster must had payed to Vernon, there is no other way he had gone along with that”. Harry shivered again thinking on the enormous man who has been the source of most of the pain he had felt in his first 10 years. He almost wished the magical bounds don't work on the next full moon.

“In the end” Harry tough, “is just another prison, like the others, and I trough myself in it this time.” But also, for the first time, he didn't regret a thing, he would do all over again if needed. He didn't even feel guilty, what was a first. Nor even angry.

He just felt alone…

Hermione tried, for the fourth time now, to start her essay on transfiguration. And for the fourth time she couldn't pass the third line. Just looking at the parchment in front of her make all the memories come back. Sirius, Wormtail, Remus and specifically Harry.

Something was wrong, and had been for some time. Just now she was putting the pieces together. How could the headmaster isolate Harry like that. And let him comeback to people who treated him so bad! Harry never spoke about it, he had that infuriating treat of keeping the bad things to himself until it exploded. But she could see it in his deep emerald eyes when he talked about the Durlleys, a scar almost as great as the one on his forehead. And now, there was also the full moon problem.

The tears run down to the pages of the transfiguration book as she remembered. Harry's scream as the fangs buried on his shoulder when he shielded her. The blood flowing through his shirt. The faint smile as he reassured her. Sirius tried to help, but was not fast enough. The, for a second, the humanity returned to Remus’s eyes, and he fleed. After, Harry said was not Remus's or Hermione's fault. That the most important was that she was safe. That bloody selfless part, she wanted to scream, always thinking about the others before himself!

No, this year would be different, she would help him, he deserved to find some Happiness, and she would do it for him. “And I will get him a bloody cellphone!!! I doubt that medieval lot of the ministry, and even the headmaster will be able to trace it! He just need to keep it hidden from the Durlleys.”

Fleur stopped in front of the big doors of her father studio. She could hear voices, what was not strange per se, specifically after her father started running for minister of magic. But something was different this time. The voices sounded scared. Desperate even.

“You don't understand Jacques” one of the voices said in English “ I cursed him!!! Dammit, how could I destroy his life even more! He already suffered enough!” The man sounded desperate, almost crying.

“No Remus” another 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…”

“Friends” she headed her father now “this conversation is no longer private, Fleur darling, you may come in”

With a small jump, she opened the door.

She saw two men in the room with her father. They both look dirty and tired, almost scary, looking in awe at her.

Fleur was used to man looking at her, she was used to ignoring the disgusting looks some throw, almost undressing her with those eyes. Her mother taught her since she was very young not only how to live and control her alure, but also how to use it on her favour. But the looks now direct to her were different. She couldn't see lust on those strange man eyes, but a mixture of surprise and admiration.

“Mon dieu…” the man who has the hair and beard black as the night said in a French with heavy English accent “You… you grow up so much… you became a beautiful woman, just like your mother” he finished looking at Jacques with a smile.

“I don't know if you will remember us Fleur” the other man said in a much better French, but with a more tired voice “ the last time we meet, you were no older than three or four. My name is Remus Lupin, and this big speechless dumb is Sirius Black.”

“Oui” her father said. “The last time was on James and Lily’s Christmas party…” Yes, there was something familiar, but Fleur couldn't put a finger on it.

Always polite she answered “I can't say I remember, but is always a pleasure to meet my father's friends, specifically ones who go back so long. But papa, you asked for me, no…”

Jacques smiled, in that manner she was like him, just like she was beautiful and smart as her mother. “I have information concerning your school this year dear” she looked at him with curiosity “ I know for a fact that you and some of your colleagues will be travelling to Britain in a couple months” now she looked astonished “but I will not lie, the news coming from there are not reassuring. Not only we are seeing a rise of an extremely retrograde pureblood movement” all three men smiled at the disgust on her face “ but there also even scarier rumours of something moving underground…”

“I can take care of myself” she interrupted “you know that! Please do not worry. Also, I pity the fool who even looks the wrong way to madam Maxine”

“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 to you for something… we need you to do so.for us…”

Fleur looked curiously to her father and his weird friends, feeling exited.

“Now… what I am about to ask you are a secret, and borderline illegal I may add, and can generate some international… discomfort… but I would not ask if I didn't trust you, and if was not from extreme importance to protect the students from Hogwarts and possibly all other schools. Are you on with it?”

Fleur didn't even bother to hide her smile. And for the next hour she listened to her father.

An hour later, exited with her mission, and proud of the trust her father put on her, Fleur closed the doors. Not even a second to late she listened to the men talking again.

“Do you think she remembers Jacques” the man called Remus asked, possible unaware of the vella's sensitive sense of audition.

“I don't know, it was a long time ago, she was too small, and had suffered enough… but I doubt a connection like that could be totally lost. But she is her own person now” Fleur didn't know what they were talking about, but feel it was important, and it was about her.

That night Fleur had a really strange and vivid dream. She was naked, and with her an enormous wolf. The beast walked to her, and instead of being afraid, she felt touched by his eyes. The were of the most profound emerald green she has ever seen….

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