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Chapter 15

Harry woke up overwhelmed by the intoxicating scent of lilies, feeling just a bit disoriented. It took him a couple of seconds to remind himself of where he was, and a big smile formed on his face when he remembered with whom. Harry felt calm, and happy like he did very few times in his life. He groped for his glasses that slid around on the nightstand which slid to his hands by themselves, without him noticing. As the world came back to focus, the young wizard smiled at the mess around him, their clothes scattered all through the room. "I could get used to that…"

Harry then looked at the beautiful witch beside him. Fleur was laid on her stomach, hair flowing around on the pillow, eyes closed, breathing calmly. For a second, Harry had the impression that the veela's white skin and silver hair were glowing with a thin light. The werewolf feasted on the sight of her almost perfect skin, he shivered at her relaxed back muscles and the perfect round mound of her bum. The scents of their lovemaking from the night before hit him back, and he felt magic running through then. "Is this the pack bond? It feels so good, so calm and right. Maybe, I am just in love after all… but what about…" Harry almost instinctively softly rubbed the knuckles of his fingers on Fleur's back while those thoughts ran through his mind. The girl's skin shivered under his touch, and she let out a soft moan, bringing the werewolf back to the present. When Harry saw her face, all his focus turned to her. The sounds she made, her scent, the softness of her skin. A light smile appeared on Fleur's face, as Harry's hands continued running up and down her back, reaching a little more down her each time. Harry smelled her arousal starting to form, and his own member stiffened. The smile on her lips grew wider, and the wizard realized she was not sleeping anymore. Didn't she realize by now that he could tell? Harry's hand finally reached her round, flawless bun, and Fleur moaned a little louder, making Harry's cock twitch. "How does everything about this girl make me submit with no challenge?"

Harry softly caressed her bum, memorizing its form, and texture, feeling the warm under his hand. Every time, a small moan left her mouth, the wolf shivered, and his dick trembled. Without a word, Fleur lifted her hips, granting him access to more of her. Harry could clearly understand what she wanted and was happy to oblige. He lightly ran his fingers over her labia, feeling it already wet. Harry teased her, running his fingers all through her slit. Feeling bold, the wizard pressed his fingers, sliding in her inner lips, feeling how wet she was. Fleur moaned loud as his fingers encircled her clitoris, slippery with her own fluids. Fleur started moving her hips, rocking his fingers up and down her pussy. A predatory smile appeared on his face and using her own movements, Harry sunk two fingers inside her. He as marveled, Fleur's moving ass was perfect, her soft pussy lips were beautiful. Her scent was addictive. Fleur smiled and finally opened her eyes. "Good… morning… 'Arry… aaah"

"Good morning Fleur…" he whispered in her ear, his fingers going in and out, producing delightful wet noises. Fleur moaned again, and Harry positioned himself, going on top of her. The veela boldly took her ass cheeks with both hands and spread them, granting Harry with the most erotic view of his life. He had to control himself not come with the sight of her perfect pink rosebud and dripping pussy in front of him.

"Fuck me 'Arry…" She asked in a husky voice.

The wolf grunted, and he let himself inside her again, diving in their passion and making her scream again.

.oOo.

The flames in the fireplace of Greengrass Manor roared with a green hue, and Daphne watched Tracey Davies enter the room. The black-haired girl hugged her friend, a little more forcefully than normal, letting Tracey know something was off. Before the blond witch could ask anything, however, the flames roared again, and Susan Bones stepped out of the fireplace. Daphne gave her a more conservative hug. The two girls had grown a little apart in the last two years, and the Slytherin needed to know if the reason was really just house rivalries.

"Thank you for coming." Daphne said to her two friends, leading them to the sitting room. The Greengrass household was sober and tastefully decorated but without much opulence, what was considered an oddity to pureblood families. Arthus was always more concerned with comfort than appearances. The three girls sat down, and Lizzy popped with tea.

"It's good having you here again Susie…" Daphne greeted with a sincere smile. She missed her friend, even after they fought.

"Yes, it is… I missed you…" the red-haired said with a shy smile. "I really did…"

Both girls sustained an uncomfortable silence for a couple minutes, making Tracey visibly impatient.

"Your note got me, worried girl!" Tracey said, at last, her voice a little louder than normal. Daphne sighed and nodded, better to get done with it.

"Did you guys remember the express on the first year?"

"Of course!" Susan said with a giggle. "You kept talking about how your family was close to the Potters and how you would be friends with the 'boy who lived'."

"Yeap" Tracey continued. "I even saw you entering the train with him. Damn, he looked like a little stray at the time, didn't he?" Daphne looked at them, trying to remain calm; none of this came back to her.

"Yes, he seemed totally lost… "Susan's eyes widened "But that was not the weirdest thing, now that you said!" The other girls looked at her. "You entered with him on the train, but never came back after him later, we found you seated alone in one of the compartments, looking a little sad… I thought he had been mean with you, that's the reason I didn't like him on first year… and later..." Susan looked at the ground, ashamed.

"True that! It was so weird! It seemed like you didn't even remember us right the way." Tracey finished. "During the first and second years you avoided anything related to him like the plague, we thought it was because he had been a git that day, and he was so weird. Sneaking around, all those weird stories around him, and the way he behaved, especially with us Slytherins"

Daphne kept looking at them, with a steady face. "And then?"

"I remember something changed on third year." Susan blushed. "With the whole heir of Slytherin thing"

Daphne looked her in the eyes. Those were painful memories for both girls, and she knew it, but she needed to be sure.

"You said it was impossible, that it was just a rumor." Susan said. "But I didn't believe you; I thought you were saying this because you fancied him. And I was angry at you for liking someone that treated you badly." Susan sighed. "I treated you both, and Harry so badly that year. I was so afraid… and he wholeheartedly forgave me this year. I hope you can do the same." Her voice faltered, and she looked at the black-haired witch with pleading eyes.

"Listen." Daphne said with a serious tone and a cold look that made the other two girls stiff in their seats. "What I am about to say to you cannot leave this room." Tracey and Susan froze. "Right before the violence of the war escalated, some very powerful and influential families were starting to create a political coalition. It started as a way to stop the other families, allied to the dark Lord to get their bills passed, supporting his efforts. But they found out this coalition had way more power than that. They started pushing the wizengamot and the ministry towards some real changes. Did you know that, some time ago, any muggleborns or people with other magical blood type used to be registered and constantly surveyed? It was not against the law to pay them less, or for them to receive bigger sentences from the DMLE. It was this coalition that started changing it. Longbottom's, Potters, Bones votes, with the money of the Greengrass's and some influential foreign families. The so-called light and grey families were ever so inclined to follow the ancient and noble houses' votes, even against the Chief Warlock and the Ministry." Susan nodded, as she had already heard something about it from her aunt.

"That tactic proved so effective that the dark Lord had no choice but to escalate the violence. When he realized he was not going to win politically, he resorted to strength and terror. The coalition allied itself with the Ministry and the Chief Warlock in order to fight. My parents took me to France, and worked on financial and political aid. I believe that is the only reason they were spared…" Daphne looked at Susan, who had watery eyes. "But something else happened around this time; something that made both the dark Lord and the Chief Warlock obsessed with the Potters and the Longbottoms. The rest, you know…"

The two girls were in awe. "Why are you telling us this?"

"As I said, they were obsessed with Harry, and for some reason, someone didn't want my family to get closer to him." Daphne stated.

"What makes you say that?" Tracey asked.

"Because someone messed with the memories of my first encounters with Harry, I don't remember anything from the train, and I was always predisposed to think everything he did was weird, like a compulsion." Daphne gritted her teeth, and Susan was about to cry now.

"But... this coalition doesn't exist anymore, and you and Harry were just kids, why would they do that?" Susan asked.

"Because, for some reason, they are still obsessed with Harry, with controlling his life, and mine, and yours, and Longbottom's, I don't know that is what I'm going to discover." Daphne said in a voice that sounded almost like a hiss.

"Didn't it backfire on them? You and Harry are friends now. And he is friends with Neville." Tracey said.

"I guess there were some things they didn't take into account: Hermione Granger, the Bells, Fleur Delacour, and the most important, Harry's own willpower." Daphne smiled.

"Wait, wait, now, who are they?"

"The ministry and the Chief Warlock…"

"You mean…" Susan trailed off.

"Yes, the headmaster."

.oOo.

Fleur watched hungrily as her boyfriend buttoned his shirt. Harry had a bright smile and an even messier hair than usual. His wolf eyes looked at her and gave him a roguish look she found delicious. He was by no means the prettiest man she ever saw, but there was something about him she found irresistible. The veela sensed something had changed last night. Something in her had changed. Fleur finished putting or her jacket. Harry snorted.

"It will be really fun when I get into the common room using the same clothes as yesterday." He sighed.

"I wish I was there to see you embarrassed." Fleur said, hugging her wolf from behind. She noticed he was a little bit taller than the first time she hugged him, four months ago, but not much. She kissed his neck and bit his earlobe. Her allure flowing around them, it felt wonderful to let it out, and how he reacted to it. She finally understood when her mother said "your father makes my veela sing…" In her mind, Fleur started making plans of abducting Harry and moving him far away from conspiracies, politics and dark lords. But she knew she couldn't. That was not him. "I'm just in love…" she tough. Harry turned his head and kissed her back, and Fleur felt the sparkles again.

"You see…" Harry said on her lips. "You have your own room, and I have this invisible cloak…"

"If you are not here tonight, I'm putting a leash on you myself mister." They heard a soft knock on the door. Fleur sighed, and Harry quickly hid in the bathroom with an amused face. She undid the locking charms and said "enter." The door slowed opened and a very shy Gabrielle peeked inside.

"Are you two decent?" the young veela asked in French and looked disappointed at Fleur's affirmative nod. "You can come out 'Arry."

"How did you know he's here?" Fleur asked as a confused Harry came out of the bathroom. Gabby blushed at him and giggled. "You may have showered, but your room is a mess, just like mama and papa when they have fun." Harry was making his best tomato impression as the French girl spoke and an evil smiling Fleur translated. "Also, Bertrand brought Harry this." Gabby showed them a letter, addressed to Harry. He took the parchment with an excitement. Fleur looked at him curiously.

"What is this?" She asked.

"Bertrand is an official ministry untraceable owl, right? I used him to send Sirius and Remus a letter, asking about the order."

"Did they know something?"

"Yes. It says here they know what it is! It seems like Remus; Sirius and my parents were even part of it for a while. It started as a group formed by Dumbledore dedicated to fight dark wizards. But when they got in, especially after I born, mom got worried, because they behaved more like a cult centered on the headmaster as the prophet of light than an army. The members of the group obeyed any order he gave. They decided to call it off when Dumbledore became obsessed with mom and me. Snape was in the order, just like the Weasleys. It probably exists to this day."

"Why does your headmaster wants you so badly?" Fleur asked, her annoyance barely hid from her voice.

"I have no idea; both Dumbledore and Voldemort can't seem to leave me alone. I believed the old man was trying to train me for some battle, but now I am not so sure. I will tell this to Hermione and Katie, and we can talk about it when Daphne is back." Harry trailed of, tracing plans for the next days.

Fleur felt a subtle shiver with Daphne's mention, her eyes narrowed for a second, and Harry seemed to get it. "Are you ok?" He asked.

"Yes, of course, just thinking." Fleur answered.

"Well, I got to go. I need clean clothes and to think." Harry kissed her, and she felt the sparkles again, closing her eyes and letting it linger. "See you later?" he asked when their mouths separated.

"Oui, I insist." she answered. Harry gave Gabby a kiss on the cheek, making the girl blush furiously, and quickly strode out of the room, making sure he was not seen. Gabby left a little after, leaving Fleur with her thoughts. She tried to figure out her golden egg yet again, but her mind was not on to it.

"Why do I feel threatened by Daphne and not by Hermione?" She asked herself. "Hermione has been Harry's friend since the first year, she is incredibly intelligent and beautiful… but Daphne is also all these things. And she is cunning; she can be devious when needed. Both are in love with Harry, I can see it… I think... Daphne reminds me too much of myself…" someone knocked on the door again, making fleur jump. The door opened, and Regine stormed the room. Fleur braced herself for the barrage of teasing but noticed something was off. Regine had been crying.

"What happened?" Fleur quickly got up and wrapped her arms around Regine.

"I screwed it all up Fleur." Regine sobbed at her shoulders.

"What do you mean?"

"I had started seeing the twins and Alicia without Angelina…" Fleur widened her eyes at her friend's confession. "Then, when I realized I was seeing the twins all by myself. It was so good Fleur, it felt so nice. I knew it was wrong and didn't care. Two days ago, I let it slip to Fred and George I liked them. And they like me back… we had sex just the three of us again…"

"Oh Regine, that is bad, you need to speak with Angelina, she is your cousin and your friend. Or maybe is better if you don't get with then them anymore, and let it pass, maybe is just a fling…. I am so sorry…" Fleur was lost on what to say.

"I can't do that anymore…" Regine sighed.

"Why?"

"I just discovered Fred broke up with Angelina, right after the ball, she slapped him and all… what if he told her… should I tell her…" the witch broke down in tears. "I broke my cousin's heart…" Fleur held her friend, trying to reassure everything was going to work out, at least she hoped, both for Regine and herself.

.oOo.

"It's happening again!" Dolores Umbridge's voice hurt the headmaster's ears. "Right in front of you and you are allowing it! This time, it's even worse; the boy has the Black family vote!" The pink dressed woman seemed on the brink of a breakdown. Her eyes were wide; her mouth was trembling, making her look even more like a toad. "Not only has he befriended that Greengrass girl, he is having an affair with a half breed whore! What's next, Longbottom and a muggleborn?"

Albus sighed. "Longbottom is under control; his grandmother is a loyal follower of the light. And may I remind you, Dolores, those are just kids. They are not planning on overtaking the government. Ms. Delacour will leave the country in a few months ending her temporary romance with Mister Potter, and the slow pace of Sirius Black process show that the old alliance is not as strong anymore."

"Then why do you need the boy?" The short woman all but screamed.

"I know it is hard for you to grasp how the minds of the simpler people work Dolores, but I have been dealing with them for more than seventy years. Harry is a symbol, someone they can relate too. People will follow whatever he says." His voice sounded tired. He cursed the day he had associated himself with this slow witch. She was an example of everything he wanted to wipe out from the magical world.

"And what makes you so sure he will support us and not Greengrass or Bones?"

"That is for me to know. Anyways, I didn't call you here for this; it is not of your concern." The headmaster slid her a piece of parchment. "Here it is… it arrived today. You can put it into effect at the beginning of next term. It will only affect our students, of course." The woman's eyes shone as she took the parchment, and a big grin showed across her face.

"I will make the preparations right away." She groaned before she left. Hateful woman, the headmaster thought, but she had a point. Harry was slipping from his grasp. He was being able to keep his lycanthropy under control, and even befriended the Bell girl. And Fleur Delacour was a real problem. He would send Severus to deal with Greengrass again. The death eater impostor was also making his moves. Albus suspected he would need Harry for a year or two more. Then it would be done, for his great sadness, he just needed to bring the boy back. The bill would scare him, then Albus would offer him not only protection, but also helping his friends. A mixture of fear and dependence had to do it. The boy was more powerful than anticipated, but that was also good. Once the soul fragment was destroyed, Albus would have the clean path to install his greater good and get rid of Dolores and Fudge. His new order would prevail.

.oOo.

A different Daphne Greengrass entered the Hogwarts Express with Tracey Davis and Susan Bones. As much as she tried, her mother could not fix her memories, and both Daphne and her parents were certain whoever this would try again. Daphne was determined to undermine their plans and get the upper hand, she knew Harry had to be controlled when he found out, but the witch was sure she could do it. Daphne wanted only two things:

Vengeance… and Harry Potter.

And she was determined to get them both.

HPHPHP

It has been a weird week for Katie after the ball. Fleur had somewhat apologized to her the day after the dance, in a very "Fleur" kind of way, saying she was sorry, but trying to assert her dominance over Harry. Not that she needed at the time, she smelled like Harry all over her, in a very familiar way. Katie let it go, the veela had to deal with her own insecurities, but it felt nice having Harry sticking up for her. Fleur told Katie how her alpha refused to put her aside, and Katie felt reassured on her choice. The next days, Harry expended a lot of time talking with the she-wolf, about their night hunting together. Katie found it really cute how thankful he was to her, even that she didn't understand why. Fleur's jealousy really seemed to subsidize a little, although she still gave her some nasty looks. The fact that Harry kept sneaking into the carriage every night seemed to help, but Katie couldn't also help but feel a little jealous of that.

Harry had devised that together with the Patronus charm, he wanted to develop a physical training just for the two of them, to get full use of some of their capabilities. Harry seemed determined to survive, driven to past not only Voldemort, but the other subtler threats too, and Katie could feel the impact that this was having on her and the others, everyone seemed renewed, maybe hopeful for the New Year.

Not all was going well though. Angelina was heartbroken with her break up. Katie debated with herself if she should tell about Regine's smell on both twins and Alicia. But, as her friend only seemed to confide in her and sometimes Harry, Katie decided to confront that at a later time. In a quickie exchange she confirmed that Harry knew it too and agreed with her. For now, Harry had welcomed their older friend with them, keeping her distance with the twins. Regine at least had the decency of keeping her distance in public. Katie was thankful for that, she really didn't need another pressure point between herself and her alpha's girlfriend, and she wants this to work. But things were not so easy.

It started with the welcoming feast. Katie was walking with a still little shaken Angelina, Harry and Hermione to the feast. Most of the students had stayed in the castle this time, so very few people were arriving today, but Daphne Greengrass was between them. Katie heard the Slytherin girl she learned to call a friend calling for Harry and turned to see the black-haired girl accompanied by Tracey Davies and Susan Bones.

Tracey gave them a smile "Come on, after the dinner I want to hear everything about the ball! Did Zabini and Weasley finally make out?"

Katie barely registered the chatting blond; all her attention was on Daphne now. The witch approached Harry with a smile and hugged him, an almost needing hug, and whispered in Harry's ear. "I've missed you…" Katie was sure Harry noticed, Daphne's scent had changed, it was way more powerful, dominant even, it was like Fleur's. Katie saw the magic flowing between them and gulped. Specifically, because she could smell the French witch approaching behind then.

The veela slowly, deliberately embraced Harry from behind and passionately kissed him, before giving Daphne a smile.

"Welcome back Daphne, I hope you had a great Yule holiday…" Fleur said in a neutral tone, and Katie watched the first power struggle in her pack start.

"Thank you, Fleur; I can say it was enlightening. I hope yours was great as well." Daphne answered in an adamant tone, even Hermione and Angelina could feel the tension growing between the two girls.

"I can assure you, it was… delicious…" Fleur responded, at this point, Harry looked about to explode, Katie's thought it was kind of funny.

"Great, I can't wait for the first meeting of this term." Daphne said in a jovial tone. "We can talk more after the dinner." The Slytherin girl walked to her tablet. Katie looked at Fleur who had narrow eyes looking at the other girl's back. Who knew veela's were so possessive, but again, Katie knew very little about them.

The feast ran as usual, Harry pointed Hagrid's absence on the professor's table, but Katie didn't pay much attention, the looks exchanged between Fleur and Daphne was way more fun. The headmaster made some announcements concerning the tournament, and the next task, and then passed the word to a ministry official, the pink toad lady as they use to call her.

"Good evening students, as some of you may know, I am the ministry sub-Secretary and Inquisitor Dolores Umbridge. I have an important announcement to make." The hall became silent, and the little woman seemed to rejoice in her power. "Due to the new dark creatures act, approved on the last wizengamot session on the 20th December, an act created with the solely intuit of protecting the students, any staff member or student know to being associated, or to be blood related with a dark creature will now be monitored." Sounds of surprise and disapproval run through the hall, even at the professor's table the expressions were of disbelief and anger. Katie could not believe, not now. She was breathing fast, almost panicking. Harry held her hand and squeezed, trying to calm her down. Dolores continued. ", professor Hagrid is now removed from his teaching position…" Some people on the Slytherin table cheered loud, Harry looked furious, Madam Maxine started crying. Fleur and Hermione looked at the pink dressed toad with disgust. "Also, the following students; Luna Lovegood, Millicent Bulstrode, and Katie Bell…" a gadget with the drawing of moon appeared on Katie's uniform, and the girl let out a silent scream, people around her on the table looking in disbelief. "Are now to be monitored at all times and cannot participate in extracurricular activities such as sportive competitions, for the safety of themselves and the other students. This list can grow in the future as all the student's files are being reviewed and updated; of course this is not applicable to the foreign students." She finished looking directly at Fleur with narrow disgusted eyes. "Thank you."

The staff table exploded in protest.

People in the table looked at Katie, she tried to remove the pin, but found out she couldn't. She was about to cry, or letting her rage explode. Ron gave her a fearful look; she needed to get out before exploding. She looked at Harry, who was still holding her hand, and ran.

.oOo.

Harry was fuming; his rage was boiling at every word from the short pink woman. How was that even allowed? The only reason he didn't let his rage explode right there was the trembling Katie's hand on his. When the badge magically appeared, he held his own ground for her, his magic reassuring the girl. He wanted to scream and hurt the toad woman. But the human in his head warned it would only make things worse. When Katie left, he knew it was his duty to go after her. He gave an obstinate look at Hermione and Fleur and got up. He didn't care if everyone in the hall was looking; Katie was his hunter, his pack.

He ran through the hallways, following her scent to the outside, it was freezing, but he didn't care, his body was burning, all his senses were locked into finding her. He could see the colors guiding his steps. His rage roaring inside, He found her near the carriage, on her knees. Katie screamed a roar of fear and rage. He knew she was marked forever. Just like Remus. Harry approached his friend, his lover, and embraced her, letting her sob into his shoulders. Katie's teeth were sharp, and her ears almost pointed. The young Wizard held her for a long time, before finally gathering the courage to say.

"I am here for you Katie; I will not let anyone hurt you. We will find a way to change that… I will talk with the headmaster, it's not fair that you have to go through this and I don't."

Katie looked into his eyes. "Thank you, Harry, but you can't do that, not yet… there are other people who need you too."

"The defense club?"

"Yes… Damn, I just realized I can't be part of it anymore, if I'm being monitored, they will find out!"

Harry thought for a second. "We will find a way. We will train you and we will make them pay. You are my pack Katie, you choose me, and I will do everything to honor it."

"Thank you, Harry..." She hugged him strongly. "Maybe when all this Dark Lord bullshit is done, we can make the ministry pay. Dark creatures act, how idiotic." Katie smirked, and Harry felt more at ease. He ran his hands over her face, wiping out the tears out. She smelled so good, so close to him, he wanted to protect her so badly it hurt.

"We will Katie, and I will make it clear to everyone with whom you are. You are my hunter!" She blushed, and he was sure he blushed as well. "Let's go back to the castle; I will talk with the headmaster… before I do something with you I am fighting not to…"

"I wouldn't mind…."

"Me neither, but is not right…"

He took her hand and walked slowly back to the castle, letting Katie feel the reassurance through his magic and presence, but feeling like the perfect hypocritical. He finally left Katie with Hermione and Angelina and stormed out of the common room. His rage building, But he had an idea. Two could play this game. He was surprised to find both Daphne and Fleur at the bottom of the stairs.

"How is Katie?" Fleur asked real concern in her voice.

"She's really angry, she just lost Quidditch, and is everyone is about to know…" he reached the bottom and walked past the girls.

"Where are you going, Harry?" Daphne asked, holding his hand.

"To talk with the headmaster, try to see if he has anything about it." He answered with a hard voice.

"Harry, that's exactly what he wants!" the Slytherin said between her teeth. "Don't you get all Gryffindor on me now!"

Harry smiled at her. "I know Daphne. You must learn to trust me; I know what I'm doing." She looked at him with concern but nodded and let go of his hand. "I don't think I will be able to see you tonight Fleur… sorry."

"I understand Harry, do it for Katie" The veela sighed.

.oOo.

Harry walked through the headmaster's office door, just like Albus Dumbledore knew he would. The old wizard took a good look at the boy; he seemed scared and angry, a little pale even, just like he sadly anticipated. He clearly had come for help, which the old wizard was more than glad to provide. Perfect. But his eyes looked somewhat disturbing, even to the old headmaster.

"Sir…" the boy quickly started in a pleading tone that delighted the old man. "What is the meaning of this? Why are you letting the ministry do this?"

"Harry my boy; I am as surprised as you about this. I fought fiercely against this piece of legislation, but it seems the light families are too scared about the influence of dark creatures, like werewolves, on their children. Remember, most of them sided with Voldemort on the last war."

"But… why was I not called out? Why does Katie have to go through this and I not?" Now Harry was really angry. "I will go and out myself then, to show them what they are doing!

"You can't Harry…" The headmaster sounded tired.

"Give me a good reason not to!"

"It's very noble from your part, Harry, to worry about your friend, and that is exactly the reason why I choose not to register your condition at the department of creature control." To Dumbledore's delight, Harry looked confused, for a second the headmaster felt tempted to try and read the boy's mind, but after what happened with Snape, he knew it could backfire. "Harry, I will not lie to you, as much as I disagree with this piece of legislation and how it affects Hogwarts students, werewolves are indeed dark creatures. You must know. You felt the rage; you assaulted young Malloy with violence not topical of yourself. More than once I considered removing you from the castle Harry." The boy looked surprised. "But you had being taking your potions and controlling yourself."

"I understand sir, but that should be even more reason for me to show that not every one of us is dangerous"

"Yes Harry, but we both know Voldemort is not done, and we both know the ministry doesn't believe that. Tell me, how would you continue your training with professor Snape if you were to be monitored? Or if a death eater infiltrated on the ministry gets a hold on your every step and use it against you? No Harry. I will fight against this the right way, on the wizengamot, be sure of it. Until there, be sure to survive the tournament. Do you understand?" It was time to try and rebuild some trust between them.

"I think so…"

"Harry, you must understand, I've known the Bells for many years… I know about their… unorthodox beliefs, their refusal to drink wolfsbane for example. They are dangerous Harry, some of the worse monsters I ever meet where from their family. And yet I accepted Katie to this school." Harry sighed, looking defeated. "I know she is your friend Harry, and I know she will be passing her full moon cycles here with you, maybe you can help her, my boy, bringing her back to the right path. Bring her back to complete humanity." Albus gave the boy his most brilliant smile, he knew Harry couldn't resist helping others and that was the reason he was perfect for his order.

"I will sir…"

"Go back to the tower Harry and rest assured I will see this foul piece of legislation overturned. You need to work on surviving the tournament now."

"Yes sir, thank you sir."

Harry left his office, seeming even more confused than when he entered. Just like the headmaster intended, his ignorance of the wizardry laws playing on his favor. If Harry didn't cooperate this time, harsh measures had to be taken.

.oOo.

Daphne entered the room of requirements only to find Harry lost in thoughts, sat on a chair, one of his legs over the chair at his side. His tie was undone, and he was playing with the golden egg on his lap. His feral eyes looking at nothing, Daphne thought he looked good with that messy hair, she liked so much. He looked at her and smiled.

"Hello Daphne, I missed you. I am sorry for yesterday…"

"It's ok, what happened was a low blow. We are very lucky you're not registered." She took a seat in front of him, trying to give him her most predatory smile. "I really missed you too…" He got it. Harry looked right into her eyes. He knew something was different. Daphne moved closer to him. "We need to talk Harry… things changed…"

"I can see, and smell that…"

The door opened, and Hermione entered, looking inquisitive at them. Daphne sat back and not a second later Fleur entered. Daphne could almost feel the looks the French girl gave her. The Slytherin simple smiled back at the two girls.

"It's good to be back with you girls. It has been a busy holiday it seems." Daphne said in her usual neutral voice tone.

"For you too, Daphne?" Fleur asked.

"More than you can imagine Fleur." Her tone was serious, trying to convey the truth behind these words. Those are their friends, maybe not like Tracey, but almost. Also, Harry loved and trusted them, so why not trust them too.

"Katie should be here…" Harry sighed; Daphne could feel the guilty in his voice. But there was also anger, a lot of it.

"We all feel like that Harry." Hermione said. "But it's too dangerous." The wizard nodded in accordance.

"So, how it was last night with Dumbledore?" Fleur asked.

"He blatantly lied to me; he thinks I don't know how the lawing structure works. The headmaster looked into my face and said he didn't know about it, but it must have passed through him to be voted in the wizengamot."

"Glad to see our lessons stuck" Daphne said. "How come he didn't realize you were lying and fishing for information?"

"I simply did not." He gave a mischievous smile that made Daphne hold her breath, and she could see it had the same effect on Fleur, Hermione just hung her head. "I told him the truth, but only the parts of it I felt necessary, I know he is smart enough to catch me. Also, in his arrogance, he thinks he knows everything about me. He still thinks I am obeying him and taking the wolfsbane potion."

"Very Slytherin of you, I am proud." Daphne stated.

"Wait, you're not taking it?" Hermione sounded scared. Harry waved his hand and gave her a reassuring smile.

"That thing is poison Mione, I feel much better since I stopped."

"But it's not too dangerous? When did you stop?" Hermione's eyes were wide open.

"Three months ago, the first cycle after Fleur arrived at the school…" Both Daphne and Hermione seemed to do some math on their heads.

"Well." Daphne said. "I can say I approve the changes. Back on track, why didn't he register you as a werewolf?"

"I thought he did, but he said he trusted me, and he needed me to keep training outside the ministry control. Not everything he told me was a lie, and that was a true one. He is a weird man, seems like he is trying too many games at the same time, but he seems obsessed with keep control over me." Daphne remained silent; this was a conversation to have with Harry alone. "I really need to discover why, I can't have him trying to control every step of my life without knowing. He tried to make me suspicious of the Delacour's before and now the Bells."

"Does he want you to keep having occlumency lessons with professor Snape?" Fleur asked.

"Yes, I think so."

"Then there is your answer. I bet the weird greasy professor knows why. He is too close to the headmaster. He is even on the order, isn't he?" The French girl concluded with a prideful voice.

"True." Harry whispered.

"I say keep trying to get it from his mind, do to him what he is trying to do with you." The veela looked almost evil now.

"I agree." Daphne said Hermione just uncomfortable bit her lips. Harry nodded, it was not the best plan, but it was something. The door opened, and Blaise Zabini entered. He gave them a smirk then looked at Daphne.

"You were right, something is off with Malfoy, seems like his mind isn't working, really, someone is messing with it." Daphne nodded. Pansy was up to something.

"Wait" Harry said. "Something is wrong with Malfoy? Something I should know about?"

"Maybe when you invite me to your secret meetings, I will tell you Potter? I hope you are at least planning for something good." The tall boy grinned.

"Nothing less than world domination Blaise" Harry joked.

"And here I was hoping for an orgy…" Fleur said with a sultry voice, making Hermione blush. Harry laughed and let his egg fall. The weird golden thing made a loud shrieking noise before Harry close it.

"Why do you egg scream in mermish?" The Italian asked.

"Mermish?" Both fleur and Harry said at the same time.

"Yes, my grandfather does business with them in Italy that is exactly the sound they made outside the water." Blaise shrugged.

Harry gave Fleur a big smile, Daphne felt weird, only later she was going to realize it was jealousy.

.OvO.

"You called for me headmaster?" Harry asked, looking around the old wizard office. The piles of books and parchments, and weird instruments, and the old headmaster portraits around the walls. To his surprise, Albus was not behind his table, as he usually was, but seated in one of the chairs around the coffee table. Harry took a deep breath, trying to read his old mentor's scent.

Again, it was weird. All his instincts said he couldn't be trusted, that no one with two scents could. Two scents, that was it. The man has two different smells.

"Yes, harry my boy. Please have a sit."

Harry did so. Something was weird.

"Harry… I know things between us are going astray…" He raised his hand when the boy tried to protest. "No Harry, you and I know true. I have no idea what the Delacours and the Greengrass's had told you." He looked right into Harry's eyes, but the young werewolf couldn't feel the now familiar feeling of intrusion from a legiments attempt. "But I trust your judgment my boy."

Harry raised his eyebrows.

"I also know that this is in great part my own fault. See Harry, I took you for granted, and I'm seizing the fruits of it."

Harry decided to enter in the game.

"You know sir, I have learned a lot about my family this year, and unfortunately it was not by you. How do you think I feel? How can I know you didn't do it by design sir?"

"Fair enough Harry. You are right about this, just as tried to protect you from the fame your name bared, I also believed that not knowing about the… convoluted... political past of your family would be good for you. Again, a miscalculation on my part"

"Yes sir, you miscalculated the fact that I'm still human."

Dumbledore gave him a hurtful look, but sighed in resignation, Harry was right.

"Yes Harry, again, you are right. Now it came to my knowledge that professor Snape may have overstepped his barrens at his occlumency sessions. And that caused some… backlash."

"That is an understatement…"

"I can guarantee you that he has been reprimanded for his brash actions my boy. But in the end, professor Snape's unkind actions can serve for something good."

"And what is that sir?"

"It can serve for us to start the process of mending our bridges Harry. Now, are you interested in knowing about the order of the Phoenix?"

Harry's eyes got wide, and he simply nodded as much as he knew he couldn't trust everything the headmaster said, he could at least compare with what Sirius and Remus had told him.

"Alright, Harry. The order, as your parents Sirius and Remus knew about, was the second interaction of the group. The first one was formed more than half a century ago, to fight against Grindelwald. In its essence, the order is a group of wizards and witches, servants of the light that rise against the darkness wherever it may appear. With lord Voldemort growing in power and gathering more and more followers, it became imperative to reform the order." He looked at Harry to make sure the boy was following. The werewolf nodded. "You see, more worrisome than the violence, it was all the support Voldemort was being able to gather around the blood purists, who detain a great part of the political power and wealth of the magical world. So, it was important to show the public that an alternative existed, and we were this alternative…"

"Lead by you sir?"

"Only because of the circumstances Harry, it was never my intent or desire to lead, but it was needed at the time. And right after your father finished his auror training with Louvor and your mother entered the unspeakably, they approached me to join the order. And for advice"

"Advice?"

"I don't believe it's my story to tell Harry, but something was happening in between them. Maybe one of his old friends can talk with you about it. My part is to say that they were received with open arms by me and everyone in the order. And they stayed with us for more than a year."

"Why did they leave then?"

"Political differences…You must understand, they were no longer part of the order, but they were always our supporters. We are still allies to the end."

"That… that is a lot…".Harry felt overwhelmed and confused.

"I understand my boy. You can ask your newly allies about it and take the time you want to think about it. And you can be sure to come to me anytime you need. I know sometimes it didn't look like it Harry, but I am on your side."

"Thank you, sir," Harry said standing up, his mind and senses racing. "That means a lot."

"Good night Harry, send my regards to Miss Delacour." The headmaster winked at him. "Oh, and Harry…" The boy turned to look at him. "To further prove my point, I will be there at Sirius's side."