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Big thanx to AWR and Master42 for the beta reading and ideas, and to TheDeadDodo for helping with editing, you guys rock! Also my quest to refine the first chapters is a little slow, but it's happening.
Some reviews and pms asked about Katie, i am trying to give each char a time on the spotlight, so don't worry, she is in no way forgotten, remember, only her share a big part on Harry's life, but i like focusing on certain characters at times=]
thank you for reading and sorry for anything! ^^
Chapter 10
I had been bitten, by my own mother in the year of 1758, at the age of five. I understand why some people may find it a terrible thing to happen, but there are reasons why it is made this way. When bitten at a younger age we have more time to learn how to deal with the way we see magic, to learn about the pack and our bodies. And most importantly, is easier to learn how to deal with the rage.
To become the wolf is more than just been bitten. Many of the people, who were bitten, actually are unable to become the wolf. They are too devoted to the wizards views about magic and the so called dark creatures, that they become trapped. For those, the wolf ended up being really the curse they had being led to believe all their lives. Draining their magic and body, killing them slowly. They became but shadows of both wolf and man, dependent on Wolfsbane potions and chains like animals. Others became consumed by the rage. Usually people of malevolent tendencies that are bitten later in life or in pure search of power. Those become monsters, killers and cannibals, the ones who gave us the fame of dark creatures, they are our own sins.
The rage that burns within is not an easy thing to cope with. It may drive some crazy, especially those without the support of a pack. The overwhelming notion of magic as an amoral force of nature, where there is no superior good or evil to guide you, sometimes can be too much, driving some insane. All the burning rage can lead many to murder, rape or suicide. The same forces that set us free… can break us.
To become the wolf is to walk the most dangerous path without losing yourself. It's terrifying, but the reward is a complete different view of the world, magic and it's creatures. One that is more complete and fulfilling. One that is free.
That is the reason we try to teach our young from a tender age, so they can have time to learn.
The first thing we teach them is how to not lose themselves under the influence of the full moon, to let themselves go with the instincts, but remaining conscious of who they are. With that they can not only control themselves, but also remember…
They can start becoming the wolf.
.oOo.
As he waited, seated on the big armchair of his office in Hogwarts, surrounded by piles of books and weird little magical instruments, designed to watch over his students, the headmaster Albus Percival Dumbledore, reflected about the happenings of the last two days. The Wizengamot council was immersed in total chaos at the moment. Amelia Bones had gripped the chance to reopen the case about her former lover with haste, and a passion he had rarely saw coming from the head usually cold head of the DMLE. Soon, too many questions would be asked about the Potters' will and Albus little order. Maybe it would even end up with someone stumbling on the prophecy, The Greengrass / Black affair would be public in just a matter of time, and he may lose the grip on his golden boy, the foundation of the new order to come after the dark lord's defeat. Maybe Dolores Umbrige's idea had merit after all. Weren't both boy and girl not even fully humans anyway? The headmaster may have to speed up his plans. And for that he had requested the presence of Harry is his office.
Precisely on time, Harry arrived at the room. "Good night sir, you asked for me?" The boy said without looking the headmaster in the eyes. He seemed distracted by something, looking around without really focusing on anything.
"Yes, Harry my boy. First let me ask, after a couple of moon cycles at the school, how have you been feeling?" The headmaster asked with a caring voice, and looking concerned under his half-moon shaped glasses.
"It still weird, I will admit, sir, it also drains me a lot. I am glad professor Snape's potions are able to help me with it, even if he is not happy to do so." The boy answered, looking around the room, distracted indeed. "Although right now I'm more worried about the tournament, as I have no idea what to expect."
"True indeed Harry m'boy, and that is exactly why I summoned you here. You see, I am afraid whoever placed your name at the Goblet may try to reach and harm you in other ways during the tournament. Tell me Harry, have you ever heard about occlumency?" Albus looked at him, but the boy seemed lost looking at one of the magic instruments at his table "Why is he not looking at me?" The headmaster thought.
"No sir." Harry answered distracted.
"It is the ability to protect one's mind from unwanted incursion. I believe that due the connection you share with Voldemort, and the suspicion we may have one of his followers working to end you during the tournament, it would be imperative that you learned occlumency."
"You can teach me sir?" The boy sounded hopeful.
"Look at me dammit" Albus though, he needed access to his mind, and he needed to be sure of how much Harry knew about the Delacours and Sirius. "Unfortunately I will not have the time my son. A political tempest approaches, and it may affect the school greatly. I need to take precautions to protect both the students and the tournament. But there is another who can. A master occlumens."
"Who?" Harry sounded disappointed, and tired.
"Professor Snape."
"Why am I not surprised…"
"I know you had your feuds with professor Snape in the past Harry, but rest assured he is totally trustworthy. I want you to present yourself to him for lessons in occlumency."
"I will see to it sir. Is that all?"
Really distracted indeed, maybe it is the effect of the altered wolfsbane potions. "Yes Harry you may go."
.oOo.
Harry moved fast through the castle's hallways on his way to the seventh floor. He was desperately trying to calm himself. "He really did try." Harry thought. "Just like Daphne and Fleur warned me, the old man really tried to read my mind!" The painful tug on the back of his head fanning his wolf instincts, serving as a painful reminder of his lost trust on the elderly headmaster.
He arrived at the room of requirement just to find a door already in place. As Dobby had explained, if he could see the doors, it meant he was expected. He entered just to find Daphne reading a book, sat down on a luxurious couch, with her legs over the soft stew, in front of a din fireplace. The reflection of the fire on her hair was of a beautiful reddish tone, she was still in her school uniform, without the robes, her legs over the couch revealing a delicious amount of ivory thighs. Harry gulped, her blueberry scent hitting him as soon as he crossed the doorway.
"Enjoying the view Potter?" Daphne said with beautiful and scary grin.
"Definitely." Harry knew her game; they had played it many times. She would tease him, test him, and he enjoyed it. It was her way of opening up from her normal cold self. The young wizard sat down on her side and buried his face on his hands, with a loud and tired sigh.
"He tried to read your mind, like we thought?" The pretty Slytherin asked and Harry nodded sadly, without looking at her. He felt her arms around his neck and lifted his head to see that Daphne had shifted her body in his direction, the book closed, resting her head on his shoulders. "I am sorry, I know how much he meant to you."
Harry gazed at her, thinking about the last two and a half months. How she came to know and trust him, he remembered their first night at the hospital wing, remembered her comforting him after talking to Sirius. When the lessons about the wizard society and the teasing began. She taught him how to become more connected with his own hereditary at the same time that she voiced her hope that Harry could grow and help her and everyone else break beyond their own. Daphne showed him her real self, more than an ice queen, a sexy, teasing and intelligent young woman, as cunning, and she was caring of the ones she loved. Ambitious and eager. He even remembered the first time he really laid eyes on her at the second year, and thought she was beautiful, and how he felt like she was familiar even before it, without knowing how, and made a decision, it was only fair if she wanted to stay near him that he was honest with her. "Daphne, do you remember professor Remus Lupin?"
Daphne looked at him, sitting straight. "Harry, the night your name came out of the Goblet and you ended up on the hospital wing, we knew it was magical exhaustion, but Poppy asked me to run some diagnostic charms for training. I saw the broken bones, the basilisk poison, the burns and I saw the curse…"
"I am starting to hate that word." Harry rolled his eyes.
"I remember both of us talking that night, we kissed… so, I think I don't really care… although you don't seem half as ragged as professor Lupin." She said with an evaluating expression.
"That doesn't scare you?" Harry asked a little uncomfortable. "I am starting to see this differently now… especially people around me… I am not the same person i was last year, I am, but I'm not… shit… that didn't make sense."
"It does scare me of course... but it also excites me… I guess you are helping me see things differently too… and I know about Katie before you ask. She talked with Hermione, Fleur and me. Hermione even gave me a class about the effects of your… condition… after Katie talked to us in that school teacher tone of hers."
"Sounds like her. It is a little weird, Katie kept it secret for all those years, now she opens up to you." Harry wondered.
"Some side effects Hermione described were really interesting…" she rubbed a finger over Harry's chest, he understood Daphne wanted to change the subject. "Maybe one day you should show me…"
"Keep teasing me like that and maybe I will." Harry felt himself getting hard as the witch looked up with a sultry expression and subtly licked her lips. "So, what aspect of the beautiful pureblood costumes we are going to review today." Now he was the one who wanted to change the subject.
"Marriage!" She said in a happy voice
"What? Why?"
She sat straight, with a more serious expression, the one she adopted when she was teaching him. The true pureblood lady Daphne was educated to be. "Harry, it will not take long before the Black family affair gets public, and you are also the heir of another noble house. You should expect some betrothal propositions very soon."
"Like Malfoy and Parkinson? That actually sounds terrible!" The wizard said with an angry expression.
"That is how alliances are made and house lines are preserved." Daphne continued, ignoring his outrage. "Family magic is important. I do see your point tough, and, as much as I agree with it, sad things will happen anyways. Both your families are immensely powerful and at least one is incredibly wealthy. But the most important is the political seats." her hand was going up and down the young wizard's thigh while she explained, and Harry relinquished himself to the intimate feeling.
"But I don't want that kind of thing, if I am going to be with someone I don't want it to be because of some contract." He tried to protest.
"Very noble Potter, but I don't think you should discard the possibility… well, at least you have to learn how to write a polite decline…" Daphne finished, in an assertive voice.
In a surge of courage, Harry moved his hand to her knee; she raised an eyebrow, but kept smiling. "Now that you said that, isn't it weird I never received one for the Potter's line?" Harry felt Daphne shivering under his touch, making himself feel even more confident.
"Hmmmm…" The witch let a pleased sigh out. "The Potters were always notoriously against it… but it is true… specifically after your parents…" He nodded, reassuring her. "Unless someone is blocking it, or there is an already active one…" The ding sounds startle both teens, announcing that someone was at the door. Time for the meeting.
.oOo.
Fleur entered the small improvised headmistress's office inside the Beauxbatons carriage. Madam Maxine was enormously sat in the chair, her magnificent size making the office and the piles of parchments around appear even smaller. It would be almost comical if the woman didn't have an enraged semblance holding a paper that she handed to the young witch as soon as she sat down. "This is outrageous, how could that terrible little woman write something like that? Is insulting!"" The woman yelled in French.
Confused, Fleur looked at the paper, seeing a big picture of Harry and her at the wand weighing ceremony night. She quickly read the piece in question, accusing the veela of using her "less than human" charms to steal the boy's heart and will, painting Fleur like some kind of scarlet woman and Harry like a lost little boy, the very same person they called the "boy who cheated" a couple months ago. Fleur remembered that night well, how Harry's wand showed way more signs of use than any other, and how both of them were close to each other. It was no secret they were friends, at least not in the school. She told him about her grandmother's string of hair, and he was genuinely fascinated, just like . Fleur also remembered the annoying and poorly dressed little woman making impolite questions, and how she wished to burn her because of how she glued herself to the young wizard. All in all, after reading the article from start to finish, she could see that it was just a piece of pureblood propaganda, and smiling, she realized it didn't matter. "I don't care…" she said calmly to the complete astonishment Maxine. "Everyone can think whatever they want, I don't care. As long as Harry and I know the truth."
"Fleur! Being close to this boy is damaging your image! And the school's image too!" Madam Maxine hit both hands on the paper, in angry disbelief.
"You are naive if you think that headmistress." Fleur raised her head proudly. "They don't like me because I am a veela and a champion. Because I had the audacity of being better them the so called pure ones… and they hate him because he doesn't care about that!" Maxine eyes widened. "And you are a fool if you think my parents won't seek reparations, in a swift and destructive way… you should be concerned about more important things." Fleur returned her the paper, opened on the article about professor Hagrid.
Fleur got up, standing proud and leaving a startle Maxine to her own thoughts. Walking out of the small office, the witch realized that she indeed felt pride. Harry and herself had become even closer after their hogsmeade date, and she saw that, not only the young man, but also all of his close friends had come to accept her for who she was. She was Fleur Delacour, top student, champion, duelist and a veela, there was no point in hiding it. They were not just Harry's friends anymore, Hermione, Daphne and Katie were also her friends now. Talking with Harry and Katie, she also could see some compelling parallels between their own condition, and being a veela. The obvious ones, the passion and the outbursts of emotions were the first ones Fleur noticed, but the most intriguing were about the magic itself. Both of them, specifically Katie, saw magic differently than most wizards and witches, or better saying, felt magic differently. They talked about smells, and dancing colors, and for the first time outside her own family, Fleur had the courage to speak about how veela felt the emotions around her, about how, to them, magic and emotion were the same thing. Fleur also noticed that something had happened to her allure. She felt like it had been tamed somehow. If Fleur concentrate herself, she could have it working at full force still, but in normal times, it was severely weaker. The veela knew her parents would come all the way from France to watch the first task, and she planned to ask her mother about it them.
Fleur walked the hallways with her head up. Looking back with an evil grim to anyone who gave her a bad look, or were reading the Prophet. Her mother would have a field day with the paper, and she would enjoy it. The first task was two weeks away yet, but there was a full moon in a week. She wanted to be there for Harry this time, the emerald eyed wizard had showed an amazing will to move forward, whatever had happened in his past, he wanted to heal, for himself and his friends .And Fleur wanted to help him, first she would take the lead of the defense club on the last night before the full moon, as Harry could be a little too worked up on that night.
It had been a busy week. As expected, after the news of Harry becoming the heir of the Black family got public by the Prophet, he was flooded with marriage proposals, as no one knew how to reach the family's head right now most were addressed direct to the young wizard. Harry, Daphne, Fleur and Hermione even got some fun sorting the letters. They had gone with Harry to his favorite spot by the lake, and starting reading them. Most were pretty boring, reading more like business proposals, until Daphne giggled. "What?" Harry asked curiously.
"You may want to keep this one Harry, for when we are not around to tease you." Daphne answered handing him one of the letters. Fleur had to admit she liked the dark haired girl; she was very intelligent, in a different way than Hermione, and really beautiful.
Harry took it and blushed furiously with some more than suggestive photos of the daughter of an Italian family. Fleur smiled at him trying awkwardly trying to hide his arousal. She also noticed that Hermione and Daphne seemed eager to help him with that, even without telling. In the end, she noticed, he did keep the photos. Fleur couldn't help but laugh out loud of the situation, breaking the tension and making everyone laugh with her. Daphne and Fleur also have talked about their families strange connections. Fleur was happy the English witch also spoke French, and the three girls made a vow to teach Harry. They made plans to travel together, to visit Fleur's home, and the French witch noticed the happy and hopeful look on Harry's face, even if for just a moment…Like he didn't believe any of this was real.
Fleur was thinking about that when she heard the scream. The witch started running in the sound's direction, she turned the corner just to see Harry and Hermione surrounded. At the door of a classroom four other boys and a girl sending continuous hexes at them. Fleur could actually see their defense training taking effect. Harry and Hermione were back to back, slowly rotating around in almost beautiful synchronized movements. Harry was the attack, Hermione was the defense. The bushy haired witch lifted shields, deflecting the hexes as Harry attacked with uncanny speed, stunning and disarming, they were five against two, and the five never stood a chance, the skill level difference was evident. Daphne was also approaching through the door, as Fleur cast two disarming spells in sequence at the attacking girl. A little blond boy was screaming in blind rage. Harry managed to make him trip on his own legs as Hermione disarmed one of the other bigger boys, the last one standing. Fleur passed through blond boy with a mocking smirk, they were defeated. "Are you both ok?" Daphne asked approaching Hermione and Harry.
"Yes, they ambushed us…" Hermione started to saying when Fleur heard a scream full of anger, and raised a shield by instinct, but it was one second too late. It was no hex that hit Daphne; it was a full-fledged curse. Harry held her as she fell and the blond boy started screaming, with a dim light coming from his wand. "You will pay for stealing from me!" Daphne's shoulder turned into a weird angle and she spilled blood on Harry's face, passing out without a scream, the blond boy got up and started running away, Harry was breathing fast, Hermione took Daphne from him and Fleur saw the feral predatory eyes of the wolf. He gritted his teeth, and for a second Fleur could swear they were sharper, with a scream, no, a roar, Harry ran after the boy.
"Go after Harry! He is not thinking straight! He is going to do something rash. I will take Daphne to the hospital wing." Hermione screamed and Fleur dashed after her wolf.
Harry was fast. Faster than Fleur, and certainly faster than the blond boy. Fleur watched in terror as Harry pounced at him like a predator. She watched, almost in slow motion, as the boy hit the ground with Harry over him, the witch told herself "faster, faster" as she saw Harry grab the blond by his robes and slam him on the wall, a trail of blood leaving his mouth. People started gathering around to witness the surreal scene. Fleur could see Harry's eyes, bright with magic and rage. She did not felt any fear, not for her as he slammed the boy again at the wall. Harry was growling.
Fleur approached him; the blond boy has blood coming from his mouth and nose, but not much more damage. She could see the battle for control on Harry's eyes. Without any hesitation, Fleur wrapped her arms around his neck. His body was so warm, like he had a strong fever. She tried to show how much she cared trough the hug. She felt his chest moving fast with his heavy breath. "'Arry, it's ok… listen to my voice… Daphne is ok… you did, you protect her… Let go… if you hurt him, they will take you away from us… we need you with us 'Arry… don't give them a reason to take you away"
Harry's breath slowed down…
HPHPHP
Daphne woke up in a very familiar hospital bed, with a strap around her shoulder, holding it immobilized, Madam Pomfrey smiling warmly at her. "There you go. I knew my best apprentice wouldn't let me down." The girl looked around to find Tracy, Hermione, Astoria Blaise and Fleur around her. She looked for another face, but couldn't find, feeling a little disappointed.
"'Arry is at the headmaster's office." Fleur told her, catching her searching gaze.
"Did he made something heckles yet again?" Daphne asked, with a worry tone, some of Katie's stories were rather scary.
"Other than break one of Draco's teeth and make him piss himself, no." Blaise answered with a grin. Daphne gave a relieved sigh and sank her head back in the soft pillow. "I mean that, the blond git actually piss himself." He laughed and madam Pomfrey gave him a disapproving look.
"Everything is fine dear." The matron said. "Thanks to Ms. Delacour's shield, the bludgeoning curse deflected and only barely hit you. There was some bone damage, but nothing serious. Anyway I would like you to spend the night for observation, a curse is always dangerous, especially one done so poorly." The old woman gritted her teeth. "A student using a curse! No matter whom his parents are, the boy needs to be severely punished!" Everyone looked around knowing that this would be improbable.
"Thanks Fleur." Daphne said. "Thanks everyone for being here." Daphne tried to sit, but her shoulder hurt, and the girl stayed down in pain.
"Nah! Madam Pomfrey said. "Take it easy girl. Rest for now"
"Yes Poppy…"
"Draco is done." Blaise said after madam Ponphey got back onto her office. "After today and the whole Black family heir thing, he will be lucky if even Parkinson keep following him around. I know that is not how Harry wanted it to happen, but you two need to seize the opportunity…"
"It is not time for house politics, Blaise." Hermione intervened. "We are here to cheer Daphne up."
"But that did cheer me up! After what that little monster did! I wish I could have seen his face when Harry got him!" Daphne said with a smirk. Hermione had a concerned face, but Tracey and Blaise both had understanding smiles. Fleur finally said.
"Harry was protecting his pack, like Katie said. Malfoy was even paler than normal. I bet he will not be able to walk straight for some time…" the French completed with an evil smile.
"I am surrounded by evil…" Hermione said raising her hands in defeat, and everybody laughed at her. They talked a little more before dinner. Madam Pomfrey showed everyone out and gave Daphne dinner and a potion for pain. Drained as she was, Daphne ended falling asleep. She woke in the middle of the night feeling a little stiff, just an ever bright candle illuminating the side of bed with a dim glow. Someone was sat beside her on the bed. She didn't need to ask to know who it was. "Hello Harry, I knew you would come."
"Of course, I would never miss my probably only chance to be on this side of the bed." He said in a smug tone and moved a little closer to her.
"Did you get in trouble?" Daphne asked, concerned about him.
"One week detention with Snape, after the full moon. How are you? I mean, for real, I have been in your place many times and I know it can be...hard." There was real caring and concern on his voice, and Daphne couldn't help but feel warm inside.
"I am OK. Our friends support me, and now you are here." She smiled at him, and Harry came even closer to her and took her hand.
"Aren't you afraid?"
"Of the big bad wolf? Do I look afraid? Will you protect me?
"Even from myself" They stayed silent for a time, Harry holding Daphne's hand, making small circles with his thumb over it. She felt safe.
"Harry, do you like me?" She asked suddenly. Harry blushed and smiled at her.
"Ever since the day we first met on the train, I always thought you were the most beautiful girl I ever saw… and then I discovered how incredible and scary you really are…"
"Prat…"
"So yes, I do." He finished with a confident voice.
"I fancied you since second year… you know. But I was always afraid, you were a Gryffindor and always so distant, in some kind of dangerous adventure… And the things they said about you" Daphne said, feeling ashamed. He smiled beautifully for her, no judgment on his eyes, but it only lasted for a second.
"Me too, but…"
"It's complicated?"
"It's complicated…"
"I know, but we can get around it… I know we can!" She said hopefully, more to herself than anything…
.oOo.
In the week that followed, Katie saw things happening that at the made her happy, but at the same time also uncertain of what to feel. She came to accept, those people were her pack now. Blaise, Ginny, Neville, Tracy and the twins had answered the call. More than that, Harry had chosen Daphne, Hermione and Fleur. He loved all of them, even if he didn't realize it. Love grows, and he was certainly powerful enough. Katie was happy, the witch knew she belonged here. But she also knew her time of being intimate with her alpha may be ending. Once one of the girls came around and claimed their place, she may be asked to step down. She had never felt this kind of urge, running at her grandfather's pack. But with Harry as an alpha it was different; the pull she felt was too real and too strong. "But we are not made of just instincts…" she thought for the thousandth time.
Harry was teaching all he knew to them, making plans, researching. He was being somewhat successful in directing his rage to productive things, although the incident with Malfoy almost ruined it all. She had also talked with all the three girls. Other than Hermione, they may not be comfortable with the idea of sharing. Fleur seemed especially possessive, maybe it was a veela trait, but Katie remembered Harry's speech, and thought that could be just a prejudiced view of her own. In the end, it was his choice, she had already made hers. And Katie decided she would have a hell of a good bye.
Daphne had returned to the club for everyone's relief. It was a joy to watch the bonds being formed between them. When Harry came to correct Daphne's wand movement that night, and the girl had teasingly rub her body on the boy in front of everybody, making him blush furiously and choke on his words, and everyone laughed, Katie knew she had found it, she had found her pack.
At the end of the session, Katie held Harry's hand. "I need to talk to you." she said. Harry nodded as Dobby took Fleur, Regine and Gabby back to the carriage and the other people returned to their house's dormitories. Katie noted Hermione looking at them, and she gave her a knowing look. "Follow us later." Katie whispered to the witch.
When she and Harry were alone, she held both his hands and looked her new alpha in his deep green eyes they were almost completely wolf eyes now. "Harry, I have made a choice… I talked to my grandfather… I choose to run with you Harry, do you understand that?" she asked hopefully.
"You mean… you want to be in a… pack… with me?" He said, sounding a little confused.
"Yes Harry… you told me you read my ancestor's book right? You know what that means?"
"Katie, I don't even know an alpha, and they are your family…" Harry now sounded worried, but Katie could smell his power.
"And they will always be. But wasn't you who said we must move over our predecessor shadows, that only in that way we can make them justice?"
"Yes."
"Harry, you are the Alpha I choose." The boy looked at her with widened eyes. "Harry, I need to run with my family once more, to make amends and say goodbye. After that you will never hunt alone anymore. We will make our enemies tremble at your name." she laughed in an exaggerated manner.
"Katie, if it's really what you want, I promised myself not to push anyone away anymore, but you do need understand what it means?"
"Yes Harry, I understand your concern, but it's my choice to make and I made it on my own."
"So I will accept you, as an equal." Harry said with a warm smile that made her tremble.
"So noble…" and so naive, she though.
"Harry, before I go I need to ask you two things. Please, please don't take the wolfsbane potion anymore, it only hurts you, embrace your Wolf. And secondly, for one last time, I need you… to… fuck… my… brains… out…" she whispered the last words on his ears, making Harry tremble.
She knew his wolf had awakened.
.oOo.
Hermione took the marauder's map and recited the vow. For the first time, the witch thought, she could say that she was really up to no good. "What the hell am I thinking? Did she really say that to me?" With a quick glance at the map, she found Harry and Katie. They were leaving the room of requirement together.
Casting a 'notice me not' spell on herself, and with a deep breath, she exited the Gryffindor tower with the map open. Flitch was close to the dungeons now, so she should have no trouble passing through the hall. Looking at the map she quickly realized were they headed. The prefect's bathroom. "Do I really want to see that? Morgana tits, I do!" She tough as she covered the ground to the door. Always looking at the map, making sure no one would surprise her. For some time now Harry had decided to lend the map to her. His senses close to the full moon gave him enough aware of his surroundings for him to need it to move around. "Would that be wrong to Harry? To Fleur and Daphne? Should I base my decisions on them anyway?" The flow of thoughts rushed through her head, as she felt the cold night air. Hermione felt a rush of adrenaline; she was defying the rules once again, and this time for pure selfish reasons, as it had become more and more common after her parents' divorce had sacked her trust on authority. Thinking like that she reached the prefect's bathroom, finding the door was slightly open. Almost like an invite.
Every cell on her brain screamed for her to turn around and go to bed, but her hormones pushed her forward. Hermione entered slowly, trying not to make noise. The notice not spell still working, she listened to a moan next to one of pools, she tried to position herself in a way where she could see them, but maybe they would not see her. When she finally laid eyes on Harry and Katie, she lost her breath.
Katie had Harry pinned against the wall, kissing him with an almost violent passion, muffled moans coming out of her mouth, one of her hands running forcefully through Harry's hair, the other pushing his tie. The boy's hands traveled from her back, to her legs, entering under her skirt on the way back up, and grabbing her ass. Katie moaned louder. Hermione watched mesmerized. The passion, the need, it was so much more alive than her fantasies. The bushy haired witch started rubbing her thighs together, feeling the warm forming on her center.
Harry's hands grabbed the sides of Katie's white panties and pulled them down. Moving her legs, the girl let them slide down as her hands started working on the boy'
s trousers. Harry moved his left hand back to her bum, grabbing and caring, and his right hand moved to her pussy. Hermione watched as his finger gathered moisture from the juice on Katie's inner lips, then he pressed his middle finger all the way inside her. He pulled it back and forth a couple times before coming out completely, using her own juices to make circular movements over her clit. Katie moaned loud, and bit Harry's neck. Hermione own hands now sought her moistened panties, the girl biting her lips. While Harry worked her clit and folds, Katie finally freed his member; Hermione gasped as the other girl grabbed and stroke it a few times, now was Harry's time to moan.
With a swift movement Harry turned them around, pressing Katie on the wall. He kissed her mouth, chin and neck, before kneeling. Hermione hands had started working on their own, rubbing her own clit through her panties. Harry lifted one of Katie's legs up and with a movement licked the entire length of her pussy, before starting giving attention to the girl's inner lips and clit. Almost like kissing, his tongue exploring her with gusto. Katie grabbed his hair, calling his name. Hermione thought on how beautiful they were, the pleasure expressions, the dripping sweat, the wet noises… she was losing herself in it. She wanted to be in Katie's place, but she knew she also wanted to be in Harry's place.
Harry let go of Katie's leg and stood up, turning Katie around, her hands on the wall in front of her. The girl's eyes shining in anticipation. She bent herself, lifting her bum, on the tip of her toes. With one hand Harry held her hips, and with the other guided himself to her entrance. Katie let a loud moan as he slowly penetrate her, Hermione's hands worked her clit, while the other buried two fingers inside her as she watched Harry increased his rhythm more and more and more, Katie's bum slamming on his lower abdomen, her face a mask of pure bliss. Hermione herself increased her own speed, sensing what was about to happen.
Katie came screaming Harry's name, Hermione was over the edge, in almost complete silence, biting her lips. She was panting rapidly as she looked astonished that Harry was still hard. He sat down on the edge of the pool, than Kate positioned herself on top of him and looked at Hermione. There was no mistake, she knew Hermione was there, them it dawned on bushy haired witch that Harry must knew too, he could smell her.
Katie smile at her while she lowered herself again, engulfing Harry's cock on her a second time. Hermione blushed, but manage to smile at her before turning and leaving. She already had enough fun for one night.
HPHPHP
The pain… gone…
Trees, cold, prey… hunt!
Faster, stronger!
Wait! Not alone… smell dangerous…
Search…
Two, one is dangerous… other… big friend… knows I am here…
Follow… attack? Hunt? Kill?
No! Big friend!
Want me to see…
Big… stone and metal… not cold anymore…
Hide… search… like hunting…
No one can see me…
Warm? Why so warm?
Slow… no killing… old man is dangerous! Smell is fake! Keep hiding.
More people… many prey… what?
What is this smell? What is this feeling?
Magic! Power! Flesh and fire!
.oOo.
Harry woke with a startle. He was back at Hagrid's hut, the trilling and excitement running through his body, together with the now familiar pain.
"Hagrid, I remember! I saw them I felt them! I remember the dragons!
Big thanx to AWR and Master42 for the beta reading and ideas, and to TheDeadDodo for helping with editing, you guys rock! Also my quest to refine the first chapters is a little slow, but it's happening.
Some reviews and pms asked about Katie, i am trying to give each char a time on the spotlight, so don't worry, she is in no way forgotten, remember, only her share a big part on Harry's life, but i like focusing on certain characters at times=]
thank you for reading and sorry for anything! ^^
Chapter 10
I had been bitten, by my own mother in the year of 1758, at the age of five. I understand why some people may find it a terrible thing to happen, but there are reasons why it is made this way. When bitten at a younger age we have more time to learn how to deal with the way we see magic, to learn about the pack and our bodies. And most importantly, is easier to learn how to deal with the rage.
To become the wolf is more than just been bitten. Many of the people, who were bitten, actually are unable to become the wolf. They are too devoted to the wizards views about magic and the so called dark creatures, that they become trapped. For those, the wolf ended up being really the curse they had being led to believe all their lives. Draining their magic and body, killing them slowly. They became but shadows of both wolf and man, dependent on Wolfsbane potions and chains like animals. Others became consumed by the rage. Usually people of malevolent tendencies that are bitten later in life or in pure search of power. Those become monsters, killers and cannibals, the ones who gave us the fame of dark creatures, they are our own sins.
The rage that burns within is not an easy thing to cope with. It may drive some crazy, especially those without the support of a pack. The overwhelming notion of magic as an amoral force of nature, where there is no superior good or evil to guide you, sometimes can be too much, driving some insane. All the burning rage can lead many to murder, rape or suicide. The same forces that set us free… can break us.
To become the wolf is to walk the most dangerous path without losing yourself. It's terrifying, but the reward is a complete different view of the world, magic and it's creatures. One that is more complete and fulfilling. One that is free.
That is the reason we try to teach our young from a tender age, so they can have time to learn.
The first thing we teach them is how to not lose themselves under the influence of the full moon, to let themselves go with the instincts, but remaining conscious of who they are. With that they can not only control themselves, but also remember…
They can start becoming the wolf.
.oOo.
As he waited, seated on the big armchair of his office in Hogwarts, surrounded by piles of books and weird little magical instruments, designed to watch over his students, the headmaster Albus Percival Dumbledore, reflected about the happenings of the last two days. The Wizengamot council was immersed in total chaos at the moment. Amelia Bones had gripped the chance to reopen the case about her former lover with haste, and a passion he had rarely saw coming from the head usually cold head of the DMLE. Soon, too many questions would be asked about the Potters' will and Albus little order. Maybe it would even end up with someone stumbling on the prophecy, The Greengrass / Black affair would be public in just a matter of time, and he may lose the grip on his golden boy, the foundation of the new order to come after the dark lord's defeat. Maybe Dolores Umbrige's idea had merit after all. Weren't both boy and girl not even fully humans anyway? The headmaster may have to speed up his plans. And for that he had requested the presence of Harry is his office.
Precisely on time, Harry arrived at the room. "Good night sir, you asked for me?" The boy said without looking the headmaster in the eyes. He seemed distracted by something, looking around without really focusing on anything.
"Yes, Harry my boy. First let me ask, after a couple of moon cycles at the school, how have you been feeling?" The headmaster asked with a caring voice, and looking concerned under his half-moon shaped glasses.
"It still weird, I will admit, sir, it also drains me a lot. I am glad professor Snape's potions are able to help me with it, even if he is not happy to do so." The boy answered, looking around the room, distracted indeed. "Although right now I'm more worried about the tournament, as I have no idea what to expect."
"True indeed Harry m'boy, and that is exactly why I summoned you here. You see, I am afraid whoever placed your name at the Goblet may try to reach and harm you in other ways during the tournament. Tell me Harry, have you ever heard about occlumency?" Albus looked at him, but the boy seemed lost looking at one of the magic instruments at his table "Why is he not looking at me?" The headmaster thought.
"No sir." Harry answered distracted.
"It is the ability to protect one's mind from unwanted incursion. I believe that due the connection you share with Voldemort, and the suspicion we may have one of his followers working to end you during the tournament, it would be imperative that you learned occlumency."
"You can teach me sir?" The boy sounded hopeful.
"Look at me dammit" Albus though, he needed access to his mind, and he needed to be sure of how much Harry knew about the Delacours and Sirius. "Unfortunately I will not have the time my son. A political tempest approaches, and it may affect the school greatly. I need to take precautions to protect both the students and the tournament. But there is another who can. A master occlumens."
"Who?" Harry sounded disappointed, and tired.
"Professor Snape."
"Why am I not surprised…"
"I know you had your feuds with professor Snape in the past Harry, but rest assured he is totally trustworthy. I want you to present yourself to him for lessons in occlumency."
"I will see to it sir. Is that all?"
Really distracted indeed, maybe it is the effect of the altered wolfsbane potions. "Yes Harry you may go."
.oOo.
Harry moved fast through the castle's hallways on his way to the seventh floor. He was desperately trying to calm himself. "He really did try." Harry thought. "Just like Daphne and Fleur warned me, the old man really tried to read my mind!" The painful tug on the back of his head fanning his wolf instincts, serving as a painful reminder of his lost trust on the elderly headmaster.
He arrived at the room of requirement just to find a door already in place. As Dobby had explained, if he could see the doors, it meant he was expected. He entered just to find Daphne reading a book, sat down on a luxurious couch, with her legs over the soft stew, in front of a din fireplace. The reflection of the fire on her hair was of a beautiful reddish tone, she was still in her school uniform, without the robes, her legs over the couch revealing a delicious amount of ivory thighs. Harry gulped, her blueberry scent hitting him as soon as he crossed the doorway.
"Enjoying the view Potter?" Daphne said with beautiful and scary grin.
"Definitely." Harry knew her game; they had played it many times. She would tease him, test him, and he enjoyed it. It was her way of opening up from her normal cold self. The young wizard sat down on her side and buried his face on his hands, with a loud and tired sigh.
"He tried to read your mind, like we thought?" The pretty Slytherin asked and Harry nodded sadly, without looking at her. He felt her arms around his neck and lifted his head to see that Daphne had shifted her body in his direction, the book closed, resting her head on his shoulders. "I am sorry, I know how much he meant to you."
Harry gazed at her, thinking about the last two and a half months. How she came to know and trust him, he remembered their first night at the hospital wing, remembered her comforting him after talking to Sirius. When the lessons about the wizard society and the teasing began. She taught him how to become more connected with his own hereditary at the same time that she voiced her hope that Harry could grow and help her and everyone else break beyond their own. Daphne showed him her real self, more than an ice queen, a sexy, teasing and intelligent young woman, as cunning, and she was caring of the ones she loved. Ambitious and eager. He even remembered the first time he really laid eyes on her at the second year, and thought she was beautiful, and how he felt like she was familiar even before it, without knowing how, and made a decision, it was only fair if she wanted to stay near him that he was honest with her. "Daphne, do you remember professor Remus Lupin?"
Daphne looked at him, sitting straight. "Harry, the night your name came out of the Goblet and you ended up on the hospital wing, we knew it was magical exhaustion, but Poppy asked me to run some diagnostic charms for training. I saw the broken bones, the basilisk poison, the burns and I saw the curse…"
"I am starting to hate that word." Harry rolled his eyes.
"I remember both of us talking that night, we kissed… so, I think I don't really care… although you don't seem half as ragged as professor Lupin." She said with an evaluating expression.
"That doesn't scare you?" Harry asked a little uncomfortable. "I am starting to see this differently now… especially people around me… I am not the same person i was last year, I am, but I'm not… shit… that didn't make sense."
"It does scare me of course... but it also excites me… I guess you are helping me see things differently too… and I know about Katie before you ask. She talked with Hermione, Fleur and me. Hermione even gave me a class about the effects of your… condition… after Katie talked to us in that school teacher tone of hers."
"Sounds like her. It is a little weird, Katie kept it secret for all those years, now she opens up to you." Harry wondered.
"Some side effects Hermione described were really interesting…" she rubbed a finger over Harry's chest, he understood Daphne wanted to change the subject. "Maybe one day you should show me…"
"Keep teasing me like that and maybe I will." Harry felt himself getting hard as the witch looked up with a sultry expression and subtly licked her lips. "So, what aspect of the beautiful pureblood costumes we are going to review today." Now he was the one who wanted to change the subject.
"Marriage!" She said in a happy voice
"What? Why?"
She sat straight, with a more serious expression, the one she adopted when she was teaching him. The true pureblood lady Daphne was educated to be. "Harry, it will not take long before the Black family affair gets public, and you are also the heir of another noble house. You should expect some betrothal propositions very soon."
"Like Malfoy and Parkinson? That actually sounds terrible!" The wizard said with an angry expression.
"That is how alliances are made and house lines are preserved." Daphne continued, ignoring his outrage. "Family magic is important. I do see your point tough, and, as much as I agree with it, sad things will happen anyways. Both your families are immensely powerful and at least one is incredibly wealthy. But the most important is the political seats." her hand was going up and down the young wizard's thigh while she explained, and Harry relinquished himself to the intimate feeling.
"But I don't want that kind of thing, if I am going to be with someone I don't want it to be because of some contract." He tried to protest.
"Very noble Potter, but I don't think you should discard the possibility… well, at least you have to learn how to write a polite decline…" Daphne finished, in an assertive voice.
In a surge of courage, Harry moved his hand to her knee; she raised an eyebrow, but kept smiling. "Now that you said that, isn't it weird I never received one for the Potter's line?" Harry felt Daphne shivering under his touch, making himself feel even more confident.
"Hmmmm…" The witch let a pleased sigh out. "The Potters were always notoriously against it… but it is true… specifically after your parents…" He nodded, reassuring her. "Unless someone is blocking it, or there is an already active one…" The ding sounds startle both teens, announcing that someone was at the door. Time for the meeting.
.oOo.
Fleur entered the small improvised headmistress's office inside the Beauxbatons carriage. Madam Maxine was enormously sat in the chair, her magnificent size making the office and the piles of parchments around appear even smaller. It would be almost comical if the woman didn't have an enraged semblance holding a paper that she handed to the young witch as soon as she sat down. "This is outrageous, how could that terrible little woman write something like that? Is insulting!"" The woman yelled in French.
Confused, Fleur looked at the paper, seeing a big picture of Harry and her at the wand weighing ceremony night. She quickly read the piece in question, accusing the veela of using her "less than human" charms to steal the boy's heart and will, painting Fleur like some kind of scarlet woman and Harry like a lost little boy, the very same person they called the "boy who cheated" a couple months ago. Fleur remembered that night well, how Harry's wand showed way more signs of use than any other, and how both of them were close to each other. It was no secret they were friends, at least not in the school. She told him about her grandmother's string of hair, and he was genuinely fascinated, just like . Fleur also remembered the annoying and poorly dressed little woman making impolite questions, and how she wished to burn her because of how she glued herself to the young wizard. All in all, after reading the article from start to finish, she could see that it was just a piece of pureblood propaganda, and smiling, she realized it didn't matter. "I don't care…" she said calmly to the complete astonishment Maxine. "Everyone can think whatever they want, I don't care. As long as Harry and I know the truth."
"Fleur! Being close to this boy is damaging your image! And the school's image too!" Madam Maxine hit both hands on the paper, in angry disbelief.
"You are naive if you think that headmistress." Fleur raised her head proudly. "They don't like me because I am a veela and a champion. Because I had the audacity of being better them the so called pure ones… and they hate him because he doesn't care about that!" Maxine eyes widened. "And you are a fool if you think my parents won't seek reparations, in a swift and destructive way… you should be concerned about more important things." Fleur returned her the paper, opened on the article about professor Hagrid.
Fleur got up, standing proud and leaving a startle Maxine to her own thoughts. Walking out of the small office, the witch realized that she indeed felt pride. Harry and herself had become even closer after their hogsmeade date, and she saw that, not only the young man, but also all of his close friends had come to accept her for who she was. She was Fleur Delacour, top student, champion, duelist and a veela, there was no point in hiding it. They were not just Harry's friends anymore, Hermione, Daphne and Katie were also her friends now. Talking with Harry and Katie, she also could see some compelling parallels between their own condition, and being a veela. The obvious ones, the passion and the outbursts of emotions were the first ones Fleur noticed, but the most intriguing were about the magic itself. Both of them, specifically Katie, saw magic differently than most wizards and witches, or better saying, felt magic differently. They talked about smells, and dancing colors, and for the first time outside her own family, Fleur had the courage to speak about how veela felt the emotions around her, about how, to them, magic and emotion were the same thing. Fleur also noticed that something had happened to her allure. She felt like it had been tamed somehow. If Fleur concentrate herself, she could have it working at full force still, but in normal times, it was severely weaker. The veela knew her parents would come all the way from France to watch the first task, and she planned to ask her mother about it them.
Fleur walked the hallways with her head up. Looking back with an evil grim to anyone who gave her a bad look, or were reading the Prophet. Her mother would have a field day with the paper, and she would enjoy it. The first task was two weeks away yet, but there was a full moon in a week. She wanted to be there for Harry this time, the emerald eyed wizard had showed an amazing will to move forward, whatever had happened in his past, he wanted to heal, for himself and his friends .And Fleur wanted to help him, first she would take the lead of the defense club on the last night before the full moon, as Harry could be a little too worked up on that night.
It had been a busy week. As expected, after the news of Harry becoming the heir of the Black family got public by the Prophet, he was flooded with marriage proposals, as no one knew how to reach the family's head right now most were addressed direct to the young wizard. Harry, Daphne, Fleur and Hermione even got some fun sorting the letters. They had gone with Harry to his favorite spot by the lake, and starting reading them. Most were pretty boring, reading more like business proposals, until Daphne giggled. "What?" Harry asked curiously.
"You may want to keep this one Harry, for when we are not around to tease you." Daphne answered handing him one of the letters. Fleur had to admit she liked the dark haired girl; she was very intelligent, in a different way than Hermione, and really beautiful.
Harry took it and blushed furiously with some more than suggestive photos of the daughter of an Italian family. Fleur smiled at him trying awkwardly trying to hide his arousal. She also noticed that Hermione and Daphne seemed eager to help him with that, even without telling. In the end, she noticed, he did keep the photos. Fleur couldn't help but laugh out loud of the situation, breaking the tension and making everyone laugh with her. Daphne and Fleur also have talked about their families strange connections. Fleur was happy the English witch also spoke French, and the three girls made a vow to teach Harry. They made plans to travel together, to visit Fleur's home, and the French witch noticed the happy and hopeful look on Harry's face, even if for just a moment…Like he didn't believe any of this was real.
Fleur was thinking about that when she heard the scream. The witch started running in the sound's direction, she turned the corner just to see Harry and Hermione surrounded. At the door of a classroom four other boys and a girl sending continuous hexes at them. Fleur could actually see their defense training taking effect. Harry and Hermione were back to back, slowly rotating around in almost beautiful synchronized movements. Harry was the attack, Hermione was the defense. The bushy haired witch lifted shields, deflecting the hexes as Harry attacked with uncanny speed, stunning and disarming, they were five against two, and the five never stood a chance, the skill level difference was evident. Daphne was also approaching through the door, as Fleur cast two disarming spells in sequence at the attacking girl. A little blond boy was screaming in blind rage. Harry managed to make him trip on his own legs as Hermione disarmed one of the other bigger boys, the last one standing. Fleur passed through blond boy with a mocking smirk, they were defeated. "Are you both ok?" Daphne asked approaching Hermione and Harry.
"Yes, they ambushed us…" Hermione started to saying when Fleur heard a scream full of anger, and raised a shield by instinct, but it was one second too late. It was no hex that hit Daphne; it was a full-fledged curse. Harry held her as she fell and the blond boy started screaming, with a dim light coming from his wand. "You will pay for stealing from me!" Daphne's shoulder turned into a weird angle and she spilled blood on Harry's face, passing out without a scream, the blond boy got up and started running away, Harry was breathing fast, Hermione took Daphne from him and Fleur saw the feral predatory eyes of the wolf. He gritted his teeth, and for a second Fleur could swear they were sharper, with a scream, no, a roar, Harry ran after the boy.
"Go after Harry! He is not thinking straight! He is going to do something rash. I will take Daphne to the hospital wing." Hermione screamed and Fleur dashed after her wolf.
Harry was fast. Faster than Fleur, and certainly faster than the blond boy. Fleur watched in terror as Harry pounced at him like a predator. She watched, almost in slow motion, as the boy hit the ground with Harry over him, the witch told herself "faster, faster" as she saw Harry grab the blond by his robes and slam him on the wall, a trail of blood leaving his mouth. People started gathering around to witness the surreal scene. Fleur could see Harry's eyes, bright with magic and rage. She did not felt any fear, not for her as he slammed the boy again at the wall. Harry was growling.
Fleur approached him; the blond boy has blood coming from his mouth and nose, but not much more damage. She could see the battle for control on Harry's eyes. Without any hesitation, Fleur wrapped her arms around his neck. His body was so warm, like he had a strong fever. She tried to show how much she cared trough the hug. She felt his chest moving fast with his heavy breath. "'Arry, it's ok… listen to my voice… Daphne is ok… you did, you protect her… Let go… if you hurt him, they will take you away from us… we need you with us 'Arry… don't give them a reason to take you away"
Harry's breath slowed down…
HPHPHP
Daphne woke up in a very familiar hospital bed, with a strap around her shoulder, holding it immobilized, Madam Pomfrey smiling warmly at her. "There you go. I knew my best apprentice wouldn't let me down." The girl looked around to find Tracy, Hermione, Astoria Blaise and Fleur around her. She looked for another face, but couldn't find, feeling a little disappointed.
"'Arry is at the headmaster's office." Fleur told her, catching her searching gaze.
"Did he made something heckles yet again?" Daphne asked, with a worry tone, some of Katie's stories were rather scary.
"Other than break one of Draco's teeth and make him piss himself, no." Blaise answered with a grin. Daphne gave a relieved sigh and sank her head back in the soft pillow. "I mean that, the blond git actually piss himself." He laughed and madam Pomfrey gave him a disapproving look.
"Everything is fine dear." The matron said. "Thanks to Ms. Delacour's shield, the bludgeoning curse deflected and only barely hit you. There was some bone damage, but nothing serious. Anyway I would like you to spend the night for observation, a curse is always dangerous, especially one done so poorly." The old woman gritted her teeth. "A student using a curse! No matter whom his parents are, the boy needs to be severely punished!" Everyone looked around knowing that this would be improbable.
"Thanks Fleur." Daphne said. "Thanks everyone for being here." Daphne tried to sit, but her shoulder hurt, and the girl stayed down in pain.
"Nah! Madam Pomfrey said. "Take it easy girl. Rest for now"
"Yes Poppy…"
"Draco is done." Blaise said after madam Ponphey got back onto her office. "After today and the whole Black family heir thing, he will be lucky if even Parkinson keep following him around. I know that is not how Harry wanted it to happen, but you two need to seize the opportunity…"
"It is not time for house politics, Blaise." Hermione intervened. "We are here to cheer Daphne up."
"But that did cheer me up! After what that little monster did! I wish I could have seen his face when Harry got him!" Daphne said with a smirk. Hermione had a concerned face, but Tracey and Blaise both had understanding smiles. Fleur finally said.
"Harry was protecting his pack, like Katie said. Malfoy was even paler than normal. I bet he will not be able to walk straight for some time…" the French completed with an evil smile.
"I am surrounded by evil…" Hermione said raising her hands in defeat, and everybody laughed at her. They talked a little more before dinner. Madam Pomfrey showed everyone out and gave Daphne dinner and a potion for pain. Drained as she was, Daphne ended falling asleep. She woke in the middle of the night feeling a little stiff, just an ever bright candle illuminating the side of bed with a dim glow. Someone was sat beside her on the bed. She didn't need to ask to know who it was. "Hello Harry, I knew you would come."
"Of course, I would never miss my probably only chance to be on this side of the bed." He said in a smug tone and moved a little closer to her.
"Did you get in trouble?" Daphne asked, concerned about him.
"One week detention with Snape, after the full moon. How are you? I mean, for real, I have been in your place many times and I know it can be...hard." There was real caring and concern on his voice, and Daphne couldn't help but feel warm inside.
"I am OK. Our friends support me, and now you are here." She smiled at him, and Harry came even closer to her and took her hand.
"Aren't you afraid?"
"Of the big bad wolf? Do I look afraid? Will you protect me?
"Even from myself" They stayed silent for a time, Harry holding Daphne's hand, making small circles with his thumb over it. She felt safe.
"Harry, do you like me?" She asked suddenly. Harry blushed and smiled at her.
"Ever since the day we first met on the train, I always thought you were the most beautiful girl I ever saw… and then I discovered how incredible and scary you really are…"
"Prat…"
"So yes, I do." He finished with a confident voice.
"I fancied you since second year… you know. But I was always afraid, you were a Gryffindor and always so distant, in some kind of dangerous adventure… And the things they said about you" Daphne said, feeling ashamed. He smiled beautifully for her, no judgment on his eyes, but it only lasted for a second.
"Me too, but…"
"It's complicated?"
"It's complicated…"
"I know, but we can get around it… I know we can!" She said hopefully, more to herself than anything…
.oOo.
In the week that followed, Katie saw things happening that at the made her happy, but at the same time also uncertain of what to feel. She came to accept, those people were her pack now. Blaise, Ginny, Neville, Tracy and the twins had answered the call. More than that, Harry had chosen Daphne, Hermione and Fleur. He loved all of them, even if he didn't realize it. Love grows, and he was certainly powerful enough. Katie was happy, the witch knew she belonged here. But she also knew her time of being intimate with her alpha may be ending. Once one of the girls came around and claimed their place, she may be asked to step down. She had never felt this kind of urge, running at her grandfather's pack. But with Harry as an alpha it was different; the pull she felt was too real and too strong. "But we are not made of just instincts…" she thought for the thousandth time.
Harry was teaching all he knew to them, making plans, researching. He was being somewhat successful in directing his rage to productive things, although the incident with Malfoy almost ruined it all. She had also talked with all the three girls. Other than Hermione, they may not be comfortable with the idea of sharing. Fleur seemed especially possessive, maybe it was a veela trait, but Katie remembered Harry's speech, and thought that could be just a prejudiced view of her own. In the end, it was his choice, she had already made hers. And Katie decided she would have a hell of a good bye.
Daphne had returned to the club for everyone's relief. It was a joy to watch the bonds being formed between them. When Harry came to correct Daphne's wand movement that night, and the girl had teasingly rub her body on the boy in front of everybody, making him blush furiously and choke on his words, and everyone laughed, Katie knew she had found it, she had found her pack.
At the end of the session, Katie held Harry's hand. "I need to talk to you." she said. Harry nodded as Dobby took Fleur, Regine and Gabby back to the carriage and the other people returned to their house's dormitories. Katie noted Hermione looking at them, and she gave her a knowing look. "Follow us later." Katie whispered to the witch.
When she and Harry were alone, she held both his hands and looked her new alpha in his deep green eyes they were almost completely wolf eyes now. "Harry, I have made a choice… I talked to my grandfather… I choose to run with you Harry, do you understand that?" she asked hopefully.
"You mean… you want to be in a… pack… with me?" He said, sounding a little confused.
"Yes Harry… you told me you read my ancestor's book right? You know what that means?"
"Katie, I don't even know an alpha, and they are your family…" Harry now sounded worried, but Katie could smell his power.
"And they will always be. But wasn't you who said we must move over our predecessor shadows, that only in that way we can make them justice?"
"Yes."
"Harry, you are the Alpha I choose." The boy looked at her with widened eyes. "Harry, I need to run with my family once more, to make amends and say goodbye. After that you will never hunt alone anymore. We will make our enemies tremble at your name." she laughed in an exaggerated manner.
"Katie, if it's really what you want, I promised myself not to push anyone away anymore, but you do need understand what it means?"
"Yes Harry, I understand your concern, but it's my choice to make and I made it on my own."
"So I will accept you, as an equal." Harry said with a warm smile that made her tremble.
"So noble…" and so naive, she though.
"Harry, before I go I need to ask you two things. Please, please don't take the wolfsbane potion anymore, it only hurts you, embrace your Wolf. And secondly, for one last time, I need you… to… fuck… my… brains… out…" she whispered the last words on his ears, making Harry tremble.
She knew his wolf had awakened.
.oOo.
Hermione took the marauder's map and recited the vow. For the first time, the witch thought, she could say that she was really up to no good. "What the hell am I thinking? Did she really say that to me?" With a quick glance at the map, she found Harry and Katie. They were leaving the room of requirement together.
Casting a 'notice me not' spell on herself, and with a deep breath, she exited the Gryffindor tower with the map open. Flitch was close to the dungeons now, so she should have no trouble passing through the hall. Looking at the map she quickly realized were they headed. The prefect's bathroom. "Do I really want to see that? Morgana tits, I do!" She tough as she covered the ground to the door. Always looking at the map, making sure no one would surprise her. For some time now Harry had decided to lend the map to her. His senses close to the full moon gave him enough aware of his surroundings for him to need it to move around. "Would that be wrong to Harry? To Fleur and Daphne? Should I base my decisions on them anyway?" The flow of thoughts rushed through her head, as she felt the cold night air. Hermione felt a rush of adrenaline; she was defying the rules once again, and this time for pure selfish reasons, as it had become more and more common after her parents' divorce had sacked her trust on authority. Thinking like that she reached the prefect's bathroom, finding the door was slightly open. Almost like an invite.
Every cell on her brain screamed for her to turn around and go to bed, but her hormones pushed her forward. Hermione entered slowly, trying not to make noise. The notice not spell still working, she listened to a moan next to one of pools, she tried to position herself in a way where she could see them, but maybe they would not see her. When she finally laid eyes on Harry and Katie, she lost her breath.
Katie had Harry pinned against the wall, kissing him with an almost violent passion, muffled moans coming out of her mouth, one of her hands running forcefully through Harry's hair, the other pushing his tie. The boy's hands traveled from her back, to her legs, entering under her skirt on the way back up, and grabbing her ass. Katie moaned louder. Hermione watched mesmerized. The passion, the need, it was so much more alive than her fantasies. The bushy haired witch started rubbing her thighs together, feeling the warm forming on her center.
Harry's hands grabbed the sides of Katie's white panties and pulled them down. Moving her legs, the girl let them slide down as her hands started working on the boy'
s trousers. Harry moved his left hand back to her bum, grabbing and caring, and his right hand moved to her pussy. Hermione watched as his finger gathered moisture from the juice on Katie's inner lips, then he pressed his middle finger all the way inside her. He pulled it back and forth a couple times before coming out completely, using her own juices to make circular movements over her clit. Katie moaned loud, and bit Harry's neck. Hermione own hands now sought her moistened panties, the girl biting her lips. While Harry worked her clit and folds, Katie finally freed his member; Hermione gasped as the other girl grabbed and stroke it a few times, now was Harry's time to moan.
With a swift movement Harry turned them around, pressing Katie on the wall. He kissed her mouth, chin and neck, before kneeling. Hermione hands had started working on their own, rubbing her own clit through her panties. Harry lifted one of Katie's legs up and with a movement licked the entire length of her pussy, before starting giving attention to the girl's inner lips and clit. Almost like kissing, his tongue exploring her with gusto. Katie grabbed his hair, calling his name. Hermione thought on how beautiful they were, the pleasure expressions, the dripping sweat, the wet noises… she was losing herself in it. She wanted to be in Katie's place, but she knew she also wanted to be in Harry's place.
Harry let go of Katie's leg and stood up, turning Katie around, her hands on the wall in front of her. The girl's eyes shining in anticipation. She bent herself, lifting her bum, on the tip of her toes. With one hand Harry held her hips, and with the other guided himself to her entrance. Katie let a loud moan as he slowly penetrate her, Hermione's hands worked her clit, while the other buried two fingers inside her as she watched Harry increased his rhythm more and more and more, Katie's bum slamming on his lower abdomen, her face a mask of pure bliss. Hermione herself increased her own speed, sensing what was about to happen.
Katie came screaming Harry's name, Hermione was over the edge, in almost complete silence, biting her lips. She was panting rapidly as she looked astonished that Harry was still hard. He sat down on the edge of the pool, than Kate positioned herself on top of him and looked at Hermione. There was no mistake, she knew Hermione was there, them it dawned on bushy haired witch that Harry must knew too, he could smell her.
Katie smile at her while she lowered herself again, engulfing Harry's cock on her a second time. Hermione blushed, but manage to smile at her before turning and leaving. She already had enough fun for one night.
HPHPHP
The pain… gone…
Trees, cold, prey… hunt!
Faster, stronger!
Wait! Not alone… smell dangerous…
Search…
Two, one is dangerous… other… big friend… knows I am here…
Follow… attack? Hunt? Kill?
No! Big friend!
Want me to see…
Big… stone and metal… not cold anymore…
Hide… search… like hunting…
No one can see me…
Warm? Why so warm?
Slow… no killing… old man is dangerous! Smell is fake! Keep hiding.
More people… many prey… what?
What is this smell? What is this feeling?
Magic! Power! Flesh and fire!
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Harry woke with a startle. He was back at Hagrid's hut, the trilling and excitement running through his body, together with the now familiar pain.
"Hagrid, I remember! I saw them I felt them! I remember the dragons!
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