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Standing in washroom Harry looked at himself in the mirror, what would people think about his scars? Would they ask anything? Or would they not even notice?
Harry's room was now ready and arranged to his liking, dark, metallic, very masculine. The wall across from his bed opened up to reveal his trophy wall. A large white skull hung in the middle, about five feet tall it had belonged to the ultimate killing machine, meant to survive, lay eggs, control its hive, dominate, kill, to be perfect. Acidic blood, bad attitude, big sharp teeth, giant claws, a tail, a nightmare come to life. Beside the queens skull hung two similar skulls, both of them also had a flat sort of crown, however the crowns had spikes running in a W from the tip of the head, and they were about twice as small as the queens. Praetorians, the queen's personal bodyguard and elite warriors of the hive, one job, protect the queen at all costs.
The air was hot and heavy, the group of five Yautja and one human wizard, didn't bother cloaking, wouldn't do any good since the aliens could see their hormones. It was eerily quiet, fifteen had gone on the hunt, and only six had made it to the heart of the hive. Each member of the group had been injured but thanks to the Wizard, were fine now, lacerations and acid burn healed near instantly.
The group was cautiously making their way through a giant spherical chamber, secreted resin bridges criss-crossed and interlaced all around, dark holes dotted the chamber walls, up and down, didn't really matter to the aliens, they could climb anything. The only light came from the warriors themselves, the eye optics on their masks glowed shiny silver, three tiny red lasers were emitted from the left side of their masks.
One member of the group jumped to another bridge and slid part way down the inclined surface before jumping towards another larger bridge. Suddenly a mighty screechy roar reverberated around the chamber, chilling ever member of the group to the bone.
A twelve-foot tall insect like monstrosity emerged from a hole at the end of the walkway upon which the lone warrior stood. The jet black creature was a horrifying sight, diamond sharp teach lined its mouth, instead of a tongue there was another long jaw that snapped nearly ten inches out of its mouth as it advanced. Flat crown like armor upon its head was studded with razor sharp spikes. It had two powerful arms with three finger like talons. A long spiny whip like tail ended with a giant blade that cut through steal as if it were air, curved spikes lined its spine. Its hide was a tough chitin that could stop small arms fire with ease, underneath all that was acidic blood that could go through a meter of solid steal with ease.
The lone Yautja began firing at the creature with its bronze rifle, however the warrior was nervous and couldn't hit the vital spots on the alien warrior, instead the shots penetrated the body in screeches of pain. But it just kept coming, oblivious of the wounds except for the animalistic screeches of pain that it emanated every time a spear struck its armored hide. The Yautja warrior fired six shots before he was ripped apart like a rag doll. The Praetorian roared in victory, oblivious to three red little lasers that had settled upon its head. The Wizard fired a bright blue plasma ball from his shoulder-mounted weapon; the alien's head exploding in a shower of acidic chitin as the plasma struck home.
Exactly twelve different roars reverberated throughout the chamber; each warrior immediately sprang onto a different bridge, waiting anxiously for their prey to appear.
Harry found a similar alien warrior on each end of his bridge and he hoped that he would get out alive. Not wasting a second Harry charged one of the Praetorians, combi-stick in hand. He jumped and slashed at the alien, cutting deeply into its upper torso, the Praetorian's tail stabbed at Harry who barely dogged the attack. Following through with the attack the Praetorian slashed at Harry's armored chest, the armor was not enough, claws cut into flesh and Harry grunted in pain. The alien warrior exposed his neck during the attack and Harry lashed out, the blade cut through the alien's neck, it came out sizzling with acid, the weapon useless. Before the first alien warrior's body even hit the ground the second one was upon Harry who through reflex, extended his double-edged wrist blades and attacked the alien in an adrenaline filled frenzy. Harry parried each attack and cut up the enemy with every motion. With a quick, powerful thrust Harry stabbed out at the creatures jaw, the blades cutting through the upper and lower jaws came out at the back of the throat.
His foes defeated Harry cleaned the acid off his body with a quick spell, then performed another on the two alien warriors' heads which left only white bone.
Harry and two Yautja remained, the surviving alien warriors easily picked off with plasma casters. Now it was the three against one...The walls of the cavern shook as the queen roared, dwarfing the sound that her warrior bodyguard made, the bridges shook as she detached herself from her egg sack and prepared to give the invaders of her hive a piece of her mind.
"Hey Harry?" Claud called out knocking on the door and stirring Harry out of his reverie.

"Yeah what's up?" Asked Harry closing the trophy wall before opening the door to his room.

"You coming or what, I'm tired of waiting for you"

"Oh sorry, lets go."

As the two made their way to the pool Claud explained to Harry where everything was, the pool, gym, prefects bathroom and other things like that. The first place that they went to was the gym where Harry got comfortable and began doing some training.

The girls came a good fifteen minutes after the guys got to the pool to a somewhat strange sight. Most the guys where crowded around the gym area in a circle, counting in time with what sounded like bricks being broken.

"What's going on?" Hermione asked a cheering fifth year.

"The dudes a machine, I've never seen or heard of anything like this, we're in the seventies now." He replied.

Hermione made her way through the crowd, she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Dean, Seamus and Claud were standing beside a pile of bricks, and with their wands were sending the bricks at Harry who broke each and everyone of them with a metal pole. As much as she was scared for Harry she was also excited, each movement he made looked so simple, the speed and power was astonishing, never in her whole life had she seen anything like this. Hermione watched, fascinated by what she was seeing. Magic was easy, spells you had to remember, flicking the wand wasn't all that hard, but this, this was an art that you couldn't learn, you had to be born with the ability to do something like this. All too soon there were no more bricks and Harry stopped his masterful art. He was breathing heavily, his body glistening with sweat, Hermione felt herself getting hot and put a finger to her bottom lip.

"See something you like?" Harry asked looking at Hermione.

"Maybe." She replied with a little grin.

"Well I'm going for a swim, cya." Harry dashed off towards the pool.

Harry just wanted to get away from Hermione, the Hermione that was making little Harry get happy. She stood there in a little black bikini that didn't leave too much for the imagination, and the way she was looking at him would drive any man wild. His plan was to get cooled off a little first and then throw Hermione into the pool.

Things were going nicely, the girls were sunbathing, flirting around with the guys, or just playing around. The guys were being guys, loud and proud. Everyone was having fun. Harry and some other people were jumping off the diving boards doing various tricks and trying to outdo each other, Hermione was watching closely from her chair out on the deck of the pool, arguing with a few other girls who were also watching, on who did the last trick the best and admiring the little show that some of the men were putting on. Harry had gotten out of the pool and was making his way to the diving board when a girl stopped him. At first she appeared to have just said a few things, but then she began to flirt with Harry, and not just any kind of flirting, this was the hot and heavy kind.

Oh no you don't, he's mine missy. Hermione thought getting up and making her way towards Harry.

"Harry." Hermione said giving him a close hug and interrupting the girl that Harry was talking to.

"Hey Hermione, having fun?"

"Oh yeah, I've been watching and I think you need to relax a bit, you seem all tense." She said gliding her hand across Harry's chest in a rather seductive sort of way/

"Actually I am a little, I didn't stretch properly earlier and I'm feeling a little sore. Mind giving me a massage?"

"Actually I came over here to ask you if you wanted one."

"Deal." Harry smiled making Hermione melt.

"I'll see you later Merranda." Harry said walking away with Hermione.

"Hey there big boy." Fleur Delacour said looking up at Harry.

"Hey Fleur, how's it going?"

"A lot better now." She replied giving Harry a small wink.

Harry lay down on the ground and relaxed, waiting for Hermione to begin her work.

"Now relax, but don't fall asleep." Hermione instructed.

"Whatever you say."

"Here let me help." Fleur sat down opposite of Hermione who didn't seem to mind at all.

Heaven, there was no other way to describe it. He was being massaged by two of the most attractive women he had ever laid eyes on, and they were half naked. Harry let out a deep a groan as the two women massaged him, talking about things that Harry couldn't quit make out in his sedated state. They went over his back, shoulders and arms, relaxing Harry completely. After the girls finished giving Harry his massage they both lay down and snuggled up beside him on either side.

Needless to say it was the most relaxing and enjoyable afternoon Harry had had in a long time, training, swimming, message, and tanning with two gorgeous women, what more could a guy ask for?

The bad thing is that a lot of people got quite jealous, whether it was the girls getting mad at Hermione and Fleur or the guys getting mad at Harry, no one dared to do or say anything in fear of being put into the hospital wing for a while. During dinner and the rest of the afternoon Harry had a kind of pleased lopsided grin on his face that everyone couldn't help but laugh at slightly.

Most of the BIG members were in the hospital wing or staying as far away from Harry as possible, and it if it meant starving then so be it. The teachers were especially happy that there wasn't any trouble and even though they would never admit it in public, they felt safer then they had been in a long time.

Braxton Bronx began training vigorously; he just hoped that if he trained and worked hard enough then some day he might be able to become a Predator himself.

"Good morning everyone." Said Professor McGonagall as she studied the faces of the 7th year Gryffindor and Ravenclaw students. "This year you will be your hardest but by far most interesting and fun year of your education. We will start by learning about Animagus and maybe even a few of you might be able to become ones yourself."
Excited murmurs spread out around the room.

"Your first assignment is on the board." With a flick of the want neat handwriting appeared on the board behind her. "You are to study yourself and find out what form you might be able to transform into, you should each get a type of form with a certain energy requirement. It is then a simple matter of determining if you have the required amount of energy to complete a transformation. You will also write a small paragraph on your thoughts and feelings about what you have learned. Is that understood?" There were eager nods around the classroom; Harry's hand however was up.

"Yes Mr. Potter"

"I can already transform into a creature." Said Harry hesitantly to many surprised looks.

"You can?!" Said Professor McGonagall and Hermione simultaneously.

"Yes. I can get the full form and everything." Harry explained.

"When did this happen Harry?" Hermione asked thrilled that her best friend could do something so complicated. And without me nagging at him either.

"A couple months ago."

"Well then show the class Mr. Potter. And five points for Gryffindor."

Harry got out of his seat and transformed into a large black panther. There were oos and aahs around the room before people came up and began petting Harry.

"You're still bigger then even when you transform." Hermione pointed out.

"Everyone back to your seats please." Commanded Professor McGonagall

"Congratulations Mr. Potter, however I regret to inform you that you still have to do the assignment."

"But, but why?"

"Because I told you so, now begin."

During the rest of the class Hermione asked Harry everything she could think of about transforming, and what it felt like.

D.A.D.A was different from every other class in that all the years had it together, all seventh year students had it together, all sixth year and so on, this also meant that there were three teachers each bringing their strengths to the course. It also allowed the different schools to interact with one another, most sixth and seventh year students knew English quite well and so communication wasn't much of a problem. The class was being taught in a very large room with cushions and other various articles used in the classes.

"Hello everyone, its great to see you." Began Professor Lupin.

"We will start this year with something completely new." Continued Fleur with distaste in her voice, she taught the girls different techniques, some of them different then those of the guys.

"You will be taught hand to hand, and weapon to weapon combat. Meaning no wands." Finished Professor Gregorin

Most people were grumbling in distaste, or mutter why they shouldn't have to learn physical combat and that they were good enough with a wand.

"Now I know what all of you may be thinking, oh but I will never lose my wand, and I'm so much stronger with a wand bla bla bla. You're probably right. However sometimes you don't have the luxury of being able to reach for your wand, think of a spell and fire it." Explained Lupin.

More murmurs.

"Now then lets begin." Instructed Professor Gregorin.

Harry found the class extremely boring and dull. The teachers knew what they were talking about, but they were talking about child's play, easy boring things, and they were going easy on the students. The first thing Harry was taught was how to kill, he was taught the vital spots for which to aim, how to attack, he was taught defense at the very end of his training and by then he had adapted his own style of fighting, so the instructors just gave him guidelines to follow.

The class was spread out with the teachers walking around once something was demonstrated, making sure that the students were doing everything properly. Harry and Hermione were off to the side and Hermione was doing quit well but she was concentrating too much, and needed to relax.

"That's it I've had enough." Declared Harry.

"Why what's wrong?"

"Look Hermione, you're not doing it right."

"Yes I am, you're the one not doing anything. I'm doing it just like Professor Gregorin told us to.

"That's the problem."

"Huh?" Hermione had a confused look on her face.

"Attack me using everything you have been taught so far, and don't worry about hurting me."

"Okay." Still unsure Hermione punched at Harry, moving her arm, body, and legs like she was told.

Harry dodged her right arm without effort and then instead of punching Hermione in the ribs he cupped her breast, of course that didn't dawn on him. "See that, without hardly moving I could have broken your chest." Harry told a red faced Hermione.

"You're doing something else actually."

"Oh shit! Sorry." Said Harry immediately realizing what he had done and moving his hand away.

"Its okay." Hermione laughed. "So what am I supposed to do then?" She asked

"Well this is what you do." Harry began explaining how to defend properly. He explained to her the basics of where vital spots were, how to reach them and what to do if someone is attacking you.

The teachers left the two alone and concentrated on the rest of the students. By the end of the double period everyone, except Harry was tired and hungry.

Hermione stealing Harry away from Miranda had not gone unnoticed, and it got the female population of the school even more eager to get Harry. During lunch girls were trying everything to get his attention, some even went as far as dropping ice cream or pudding 'accidentally' down their tops.

"That is just so immature." Hermione pointed out.

"What is?" Harry asked taking a bite out of his chicken.

"The girls that have been dropping pudding, whipped cream, ice cream or a bit of both down their tops to get your attention." And if he likes it then strawberry ice cream here I come.

"Oh that, yeah its quite funny. Entertaining though, the ones not wearing bras especially." Said Harry grinning.

"Harry you just keep doing what you do and we'll love ya." Said Pierre grinning as well.

If the rest of the ladies are playing tough, then I might as well. "So if I went and did this you'd think its entertainment?" Said Hermione taking a spoon full of vanilla pudding and intentional dropped it onto the bare part of her chest.

Harry couldn't help but watch as the blob of pudding slowly made its way down her body. "On them yes, on you it tastes good." Harry reached over and scooped the pudding off her chest with a spoon that he promptly put in his mouth. "Very delicious."

Hermione didn't know what to say, she sat there with her mouth open. Oh my god, he just, he, he...wow. If he would just ask I'd let him eat a whole desert off me naked if he wanted to.

"Hey can I try some?" Asked Pierre.

"No."

"Why not? Harry got some."

"Because you have your own pudding in front of you and Harry doesn't." Explained Hermione firmly.

"I'm special." Harry beamed and went back to finishing up his chicken.

The next class was history followed by charms, both of which went without incident.

During dinner Melany had suggested that they start up a tradition, she suggested that head boys/girls all go swimming in the pool at midnight together, they would be allowed to bring one person if they wanted to. Everyone fully agreed and they decided to meet up in the common room at quarter to twelve.

Everyone met in the Head common room as planned, the girls wearing extremely large shirts or t-shirts while the men only put on a pair of pants and light t-shirt. Harry concealed his combi-stick in his large green towel.

It seemed that Harry and Hermione were the only ones that didn't bring someone else with them; the others each brought their boyfriend/girlfriend or some one who they wished to be their boyfriend/girlfriend.

"I think there will be a lot of lovin' going on." Said Hermione cheekily.

"Probably." Harry agreed.

The feeling was like was of vulnerability and yet enlightenment at the same time, it felt like you were so free and the rest of the world didn't matter, it was only you and the water.

"AHHH!" Hermione screamed as someone pulled her down under water, she kicked out with her foot and was let go.

"Couldn't resist." Said Harry, surfacing.

"You little perv." Hermione attacked Harry trying to push him underwater.

A splash fest erupted, lasting a good while before someone, Harry wasn't quit sure who got their 'friend' on top of their shoulders and began pushing people around.

"Hermione! Get on my shoulders, we'll show them who the bosses are." Harry called out.

Hermione got on top of Harry and the two went out after the other pair of people. The teens had a blast for an hour or so before weariness overtook them and they decided to head on back to bed.

Hermione was breathing heavily and panting, she was lying naked on a kitchen table. Harry was leaning on top of her, licking pudding off her breasts. He licked off all the pudding on each breast first and then sucked off the cherry from each nipple, teasing her as much as he could. He was rewarded with deep moans, and so he continued downward kissing her softly as he went...