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AN: I would like to thank Finkaness and AWR for the beta reading, and say sorry for any mistakes, neither I or the co-author are native English speakers.

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Chapter 03

Despite all my Rage, I'm still Just a Rat in a Cage

Harry finally gave up on trying to figure out what happened and came back to sleep. He woke up the next morning with a massive headache, that he quickly recognized as the after effects of a powerful stunner weird feeling all over his body. He looked around the room, it was familiar in a strange way, but too clean to be anywhere he had ever been in the last two years. There was a small bathroom, where he emptied his bladder, and also a small wardrobe and a desk beside the bed. The sheets were clean and soft. "Well, I had way worse jail cells…" he thought in resignation.

Then he heard the door opening, and tensed when Bellatrix entered the room. No matter if She looked completely different than the walking corpse he knew, and that She was carrying a tray of delicious healthy breakfast, and her breasts looked amazing in a muggle shirt with white lips and a tongue drawn on it (Damn Harry, it's not time for that!), her wavy black hair complementing her powerful purple eyes could not deceive him. Harry's hand moved instinctively to his wand, that of course, was not there.

"Sorry… Harry isn't it?" She said. "But you do understand why I had to take your wand, right?" Bella tried to convey the most non-treating tone she could. It was really hard for herself not to hug him, this young man was so familiar he made her think not only of Rose, but of James and Lily. And the way his magic flared all around him, so warm and inviting...

"Actually, I do understand." He told, in a voice full of suspicion. "As I do understand why I am locked here…" He gestures to the room around him.

Bella sighed.

"Let's try again, shall we. My name is Bellatrix Black, but my friends call me Bella, and, I brought you breakfast." The former auror tried to read the emotions in the wizard's face. Confusion, recognition, fear, and something else.

"Bella…" He whispered, more to himself, like he was trying to remember something. "Is… is… Rose… right, Rose. Is Rose alright?"

"Yes I am." Harry turned to see the girl entering the room, dressed in blue jeans and a Nirvana t-shirt, her green eyes locked into his own, and he noticed how her spectacles were way better than his. (Try using bad glasses all your life…).

"I'm ok, thanks to you." she gave him a beautiful roguish smile, all to similar with his own, even if he didn't knew this. Harry felt both his heart and his magic jumping at it.

Harry looked at the two strange and beautiful women in front of him, and he was certain he was very far away from home. He then noticed the other two people outside the room but looking in with a piercing gaze. A not so ragged Remus Lupin had curious eyes, but Hermione had an expression of suspicion and loathing.

"So Harry, those are…" Bella started saying pointing at the two.

"Remus and Hermione." He said with an even tone, to everyone's surprise.

"So, you know all of us… but we don't really know you…" Bella said, feeling a little wary. "I think we need to talk, but first, I think you need to eat. The old goat's stunner let you out for almost two days."

Harry nodded, still feeling a little suspicious, but sat down at the table in front of the trail. He didn't know if it was his hunger, but the food looked delicious.

"I will be back in a few, then we can talk, if you want."

Harry nodded again, nicest prison guards ever, other than Hermione it seems.

"Just one question before you go." he asked.

"Sure."

"What year this is?"

Everyone looked confused at him, but Bella answered.

"June 1996."

.OvO.

Two years. Only two years away, or before, he was not certain anymore, from his last confrontation with Snakeface. And if what he remembered from the night he arrived was correct, Harry was pretty sure the Dark lord was a lady. This place was weird. Also, his magic was behaving in a really erratic manner. Like it was reaching outside of him. And he had this almost painful, constant hard-on. The fact that both Rose and Bella were smoking hot was not helping, but even so, it wasn't normal. He blamed on his magic. And the delicious and healthy food.

Seeing Bellatrix was weird, but she was too different here. Her gaze was different, there was no insanity sparkle there, but warmth and care and more than a hint of mischief. She reminded Harry much more of Andy than Bellatrix Lestrange. "Damn hard on", he complained internally, again shifting in his chair. His body was also back to his old sixteen form, not the skeleton he had become over his last months.

He finished his papaya, something he had never eaten before, and waited. It did not took long before Bella, Rose, Remus and Hermione were back in his 'cell', confirming to Harry he was being watched.

"Thank you for the food, it was delicious." He said politely. Bella raised an eyebrow at his tone, and Rose giggled. Harry noticed the girl playing with a guitar pick between her fingers and gave her a grin, the young witch gulped, almost dropping the pick but caught it reflexively in the palm of her hand. He was weirdly hot. Hermione frowned at her friend.

"Kreacher!" Bella called, and the old house elf appeared with a popping sound. The same, Kreacher was exactly the same. Just better dressed in his little uniform, sporting the Black family crest.

The ancient House Elf looked at Harry with a mixture of confusion and recognition before speaking.

"Welcome home, Master Harry." All the human occupants in the room stared at the little monster in disbelief.

"Do you know this boy Kreacher?" Bella asked.

"kreacher's elf magic does, mistress black." The little creature answered, collecting the tray.

"Kreacher, please take the tray back to the kitchen, and replenish Harry's bathroom with soap and towels please." Bella asked in a politely tone that surprised Harry.

"Yes mistress Bella." with a pop, both the elf and the tray disappeared.

"Ah! See?!" Hermione exclaimed, looking vindicated, "That proves it! Before Aunt Bella, Kreacher belonged to Sirius and Regulus Black! He IS a Death Eater!"

Bella glared at Hermione, and Rose scoffed at her. Harry rolled his eyes. This definitely was not his Hermione, no matter how strongly his magic reacted to her.

"Now, let's not take precipitated conclusions. Harry, I understand of you don't want to…" Bella pinched the bridge of her nose, sounding tired.

"I will tell everything." Harry simply said, raising his shoulders.

"Really?" Remus talked for the first time. "That easy? How do we know you are not lying?"

"I would offer you a wizard's oath, but I don't have my wand…" Harry said, trying to sound more confident than her really was. "Maybe we can use the veritaserum hidden in the library."

"How do you know that?" Asked a wide eyed Bella. Rose bit her bottom lip.

"When Snape learns we used it, she's gonna flip!" Rose remarked. "And likely blame me, for a change."

"That will not be necessary." Bella said. "I think he would not offer to take it if he wasn't decided to speak the truth. Also, Remus can say if he is a bad liar" Everyone nodded. "So… hum... Harry… who the fuck are you?"

Harry took a deep breath. It was a little hard concentrating feeling his magic pulling to Bella, and especially to Rose. He wondered if the women looking at him now, with curious eyes felt the same.

"My name is Harry James Potter, and, in my world, dimension, or whatever you want to call it, I was the "boy who lived."

Harry let the words sink. The other four people looked at each other in silence, Rose had wide eyes, biting her bottom lip. Remus nodded to Bella.

"Ok, I will ask some questions." She said, entering her auror mode. "Who were your parents?"

"James Potter and Lily Potter née Evans." He promptly answered, and Rose gasped.

"Did they raised you?" Bella immediately regretted asking this, seeing the dark expression on the boy's eyes. She could see a lot of pain there.

"If you can call being 'raised" to be treated like a Malfoy or a Crouch house elf, thinking Freak is your given name until you're five, beaten and locked in the cupboard under the stairs, then I was raised by Vernon and Petunia Dursley, living 4 Privet Street in Little Winging. You'll forgive me if I don't know the postal code, they never bothered telling me."

"Wait!" Rose called infuriated. "You were raised by aunt Petunia, but she hates us!"

"Hence the abuse, low self-esteem and need to prove myself. Just like Dumbledore wanted when he dropped me there the 1st of November, with just a letter, which I never got to read, in case Moony wondered. A fucking sacrificial lamb to the slaughter, which, in the end, was exactly what I was." Harry started venting, before taking a deep breath to calm down. As far as he knew, what was happening now could not even be real, just his brain hallucinating before dying.

Both Bella and Rose started feeling infuriated, but the trained auror controlled her feelings and raised a hand to Rose, who was about to say something, before she continued.

"If it is true, that was not our Dumbledore, and we can deal with it later. Now, how did you ended up here, Harry?"

"Everyone, or almost everyone, I don't know anymore, was gone. I…" His expression was hard, and a pulse of magic could be felt in the room. "Snape told me I was a Horcrux, the last one he had. So I went to Riddle and offered myself to him in exchange for whoever was left to be spared. We had a plan, something we could do to end him once and for all, I expected him to use the killing curse, but instead I was locked up for who knows how long, before getting tossed through the Veil in front of what was left from the mot. Then I was here. You know what happened next."

A heavy silence fell over the room. Bella could tell he was not lying, but also not saying the entire truth. Harry clenched his hands, trying to suppress his tears.

"Do you really expect us to believe this fantastic tale of yours? Hermione said in a vicious tone. "Do you think we are idiots?" Rose and Bella looked at her in disbelief. "Come on, parallel worlds? The boy who lived?"

For his answer, Harry raised his right hand, and the scarified words on its back "I will tell no lies" Rose covered her mouth with her hands, in shock. The girl showed him her own scar, before moving and getting her arms around him, into a hug. For a moment Harry didn't know how to react, before hugging her back.

"Ok… I think that is enough for now." Bella said, putting a comforting hand on Rose's shoulder. " Harry, I hope you understand i cannot let you out yet."

"Don't worry, I would do the same. Constant vigilance, and all that." He smiled.

"We have a lot to talk about, I will come back later. If you need anything, just call Kreacher." Bella finished, signaling for everyone to move out. Before leaving, Rose turned to Harry with a smile.

"For what is worth, I believe you Harry."

.OvO.

"You can't honestly believe what that… thing said!" Hermione all but screamed at the other occupants of the table. "Come on, it sounded like a bad plotline for a story! We should deliver him to the headmaster and let him discover the truth!"

"Blimey Mione, take those vises off!" Rose was starting to get tired of her friend's attitude. "You heard the things he knew, saw the scars on forehead and his hand! You are smarter than that! Is this just Jealousy?" Rose was worried, something was wrong with her friend ever since the night t the DoM.

"Rose…" Hermione tried to be softer now, with a smile, holding the other girl's hands. "I understand, I really do. You don't want to feel like you have to go through this things alone. And because of that you are predisposed to believe this nonsense. But Rose, you were never alone to begin with…"

"That… is the most condescending thing I ever heard! And I have almost weekly meetings with mister twinkle eyes!" Rose forcefully removed her hands from Hermione and stood up. "Find me when you got your head out from your ass!"

Hermione watched in disbelief as her friend stormed out of the room, then looked at Bella and Remus, who watched the exchange in silence. The young witch had a pleading look in her eyes.

"Oh no young lady." Bella chastened. "You dig your own grave on this one. I am not very happy myself with the way you behaved. I don't think you understand how much this means to Rose."

Hermione pouted and crossed her arms over her chest.

Over the leaving room, Rose finished writing two almost identical letters. Hedwig, feeling the need of her master, came flying to her, and waited patiently. "Hey girl. Can you take those for me?" the owl hooted and affectionately nibbled her fingers, before taking of.

Rose still felt the necessity of talking to someone other than Hermione, she needed to talk to someone without feeling she was being judged all the time. Rose grabbed the phone over the table. Thank the old ones not all magical people were medieval tarts. She pressed a lot of buttons, many, many of them, country code, area code, city code them finally the house number. The phone ringed a couple times before being answered.

"Allô?" A young feminine voice said.

"Salut. C'est moi, Rose (Hey, it's me, Rose)."

"Oh ma chérie! Ca fait du bien de t'entendre! Encore deux semaines, c'était trop long à attendre? (Oh ma chérie! So good to hear from you! Couldn't wait some more weeks?)" The French girl giggled.

"Que dalle! t'es chouette, mais pas à ce point-là! C'est juste que j'ai eu la journée la plus zarbi de tout l'histoire! (Nah, you are not that good. I just had the weirdest day ever!)"

"Venant de toi, ça doit vraiment être quelque chose. Allez, crache le morceau!(Coming it must really have been something. Do tell!)"

"Ben, tu vois, y'a ce mec...(You see, there's this boy…)"

"(Alors comme ça y'a un nouveau mec! C'est de mieux en mieux! (So, there is a new boy! This is getting better!)"

"Boucle-la et écoute… (Shut up and listen…)"

Bella walked through the room, and gave a stern look to her stepdaughter.

"Calling France is expensive, so unless you want to pay it, be quick!"

.OvO.

As expected, Harry stayed in his room alone for the next few days save from occasional visits from Bella or Remus, although Rose was never far from the door. He understood the others would need time to digest the news. Bloody hell, he needed time to digest it all.

Kreacher brought him lunch, and some books he asked from the library. But the young wizard couldn't concentrate on then. His mind keep coming back to the weird conversation he had that first morning. Hermione's attitude had hurt him a little, but he was just happy to see her alive. But, nothing compared to the impact Bella, and most of all, Rose, had on him.

He simply couldn't remove them from his mind.

Then, there was the weird way his magic was behaving. Trying to concentrate, and meditate, like Fleur and Daphne had teach him in his original world, he looked for his core. It was like he was overflowing with magic, much more than his already big core was able to hold, the excess was "leaking" from him. But the magic that passed through his core and leaked away seemed like it was modified. And he felt like it was constantly searching for something, or someone. It did not took much time for Harry to theorize who his magic was looking for.

And there it was the uncomfortable, almost constant hard on he was getting. He was sure his magic had something to do with it. He , if nothing happened, he would have to take matter on his own hands. And being somewhat of a prisoner, at least for the time being, the prospect was not a comfortable one.

Unknown to Harry, other people in the house and beyond were also feeling the effects of his arrival.

.OvO.

Later that night found Bella laying in the luxurious bathtub of the master bathroom. She was letting the warm water careers her voluptuous body, while she contemplated the decision she had just took. It was a lot easier with Rose. She looked like Lily, with James's crazy black hair, but Bella had nurtured her and seen her grow, in the end, the girl had became her daughter. But Harry, this person who suddenly dropped into their lives, looked too much like the James she once knew. Although with Lily's eyes.

Bella smiled at the irony.

And there was his magic. Their magic. Seeking each other. And Rose. Bella remembered the amazing feeling she had after he made her cum, how powerful she felt. And how every time they meet on his room, his magic touched both Rose and her. It was warm and protective.

Bella was feeling her arousal grow again. Thinking she would have to finger herself for the third time that day because of her weird situation. "Maybe this time I will work something with my ass, just like James used to like…" The beautiful witch thought, letting her fantasies roam, when she heard a knock on the door.

"Bella… mom… can I come in?" Bella heard Rose calling in a low voice outside.

"Sure dear… please"

Rose entered bathroom, with a confused, concerned look that Bella knew all too well. Rose had that same expression every time she needed to talk.

"Do you want to join me? The water is great and it has being a while since we took a relaxing bath together." The older woman said with a soft smile.

"Sure, why not." Rose shrugged and started undressing herself. Bella had to remember, at almost sixteen, her stepdaughter was already a woman, and quite an adventurous one if her relationship with the Weasley twins or her casual encounters with Neville had anything to say. Her body was athletic, with toned legs and a flat stomach. Her B cup breast were firm, with soft pink nipples, and her hair, although trimmed, was messy everywhere. But Bella had to say her girl's best attribute was her bum. Round and firm, perfectly proportionate to her figure.

Rose stepped inside the big bathtub, and sat beside Bella, who wrapped an arm around her, and kissed her head. She felt the girl relax under her arms, and allowed herself to relax with her. The older witch took a deep breath before speaking.

"So, is this situation bothering you? I mean, of course it is, but I want you to remember that you are the most important person in the world to me. If you agree with Hermione, if you want Harry out of here…"

Rose felt like a grasp on her heart and quickly said.

"No!" Bella raised her eyebrows to her extreme reaction, confirming her suspicions. "Sorry, no. I don't want him to go… Hermione is just… jealous I think, I don't know why."

"And?"

"And that is what is bordering me. The fact that I don't want him to go…"

"Really darling? You know you can talk to me right? I will always be by your side."

"I'm so confused mom. Please, don't be mad…"

"Of course not…"

"But… I can't stop thinking about him. If what he is saying the truth. About who he is. Is he me? Is he my twin? I don't feel like he is. But I feel this… thing… in my magic."

Bella nodded. "And?"

"I think he is… cute? Hot?" The girl blushed deeply. "Is that... wrong?"

"How do you feel about it Ro?"

"I…" The pretty girl sighed. "Honestly, don't think I care…"

Bella squeezed her confused stepdaughter, and let the girl rest her head over her shoulder.

"I don't know dear." She answered sincerely. "But I will confess something to you.."

Rose hopefully looked into her eyes.

"I feel exactly the same…" Bella embraced her stepdaughter with all love and caring she could muster. Her choice was done, now she just needed to be sure.

.OvO.

Hermione knocked on the door of Rose's bedroom, afraid that her friend was still mad at her. But they needed to talk.

"Rose, is Mione, can I come in?"

"Yes…" Came a monosyllabic answer.

The bushy haired brunette opened the door, to find Rose dressed only on an oversized sex pistols shirt and white panties, sat on the edge of the bed holding her unplugged guitar. Rose raised her eyebrows, still pretty annoyed by her genius friend words.

"My father just called…" Hermione said, closing the door and sitting besides Rose. "He's worried, and want me back home. Professor Lupin agreed to take me after the next order meeting."

"Ok…" Rose eloquently answered, but with a point of sadness in her voice. She liked having her friends around after what happened on the ministry, and Susan was still in the hospital, Neville should be grounded for eternity and a couple days and Daphne, Tracey and Padma still at the school at least until the end of the week.

"I… I am sorry Rose." Hermione said in a low, guilty tone. "I understand I may have forced my boundaries." The witch looked down, to Rose's hands. "I was, no… I am just scared."

"It's ok Mione." Rose answered with sincerity. "You are one of my best friends, i don't want us to fight over this… I need you by my side."

Hermione placed both hands on Rose's cheeks, and looked directly into her eyes, approaching her face from her friend's.

"Oh no! Not again!" Rose thought, with wide eyes.

"Rose…" Hermione spoke in a husky voice, getting even closer. "No matter what happens, you are not alone, and I will never let you be alone." She was so close now, that Rose could feel her warm breath coming from Hermione's parted mouth.

Rose didn't want to hurt her friend's feelings, she had to think fast, maybe the girl could understand. With a quick and swift movement, the Girl Who Lived closed the last two inches that separated their faces, before Hermione could do it, and kissed her friend on the cheek.

"Thank you Mione, I know I can count on you. You are an amazing friend!" Rose said before freeing her face from the other witch's hands. "Come on, I'm starving, let's grab some to eat before uncle Remus devours everything!"

Rose rested the guitar on the stand, and quickly exit the room with a sigh of relief.

Hermione stood there, trembling, her eyes locked on the guitar. She had to make a conscious effort not to grab it and smash it into pieces to vent her frustration. She closed her eyes, and her fists, and counted to ten, before turning on her heels and leaving the room, slamming the door slightly on her way out

.OvO.

Harry woke up the next day after a night full of obscene dreams, and with a powerful discharge of magic from his core, making the desk and even the wardrobe shake. He was starting to feel worried, his body and magic were behaving too strangely. He suspected it was searching for release, a very specific and plot based release as dear Luna would say.

Harry didn't know why he was behaving like that, maybe it had something to do with the now gone Horcrux, or maybe it was this weird plane of existence, where he previously didn't existed. Whatever the magical and metaphysical explanation was, he only knew it was starting to get painful. Harry could hear someone playing a guitar close nearby, a well played tune. "Must be Rose…"

"I'm just a poooooor wayfaring strangeerrr, travelling thrrooouuuugh this world below. There's nooo sickneeesss, no toil no daaannger, in that bright laaaand to which I gooooo…"

While Harry contemplated the tent in his boxers (he had always been bigger than average, but he suspected he was a little bigger than his normal) he heard the door opening. Harry quickly turned around, throwing the blanket over his overgrown tent, just to find a vision that made his member twitch almost painfully.

Bellatrix, no, he corrected himself, Bella, was at the door, whit her beautiful untamed black curls molding her almost regal pronounced jaw line, holding the breakfast tray, dressed in what looked like a soft silk red and black yukata style robe. It had long, flowing sleeves, covering her arms, but it ended up just above her groin, giving him a complete view of her pretty toned legs. Harry opened and closed his mouth, letting a soft moan out.

Bella felt the release of his magic as soon as she entered the room. His power run through her, touching her own magical core. The witch could notice Harry's large bulge before he covered it with the blanket, and she felt her own arousal moisturizing her entrance. They look at each other in silence for a couple seconds, the only sound was Rose singing and playing in the room next door.

Bella decided to go forward.

"Good morning Harry, I brought you breakfast, I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all. Thank you, Bella." Harry replied, trying to sit straighter, without showing his… hum… wand poking through the sheet and blanket. "But, why not send Kreacher?"

Bella blushed, almost like a teen, and cursed herself inwardly.

"I just wanted to see how you were doing." She tried, in a low, calm voice.

"To tell you the truth, I've been feeling weird, since I arrived here. And I had this strange dream you know." Harry blushed. "That when I arrived here I fell with my head where it didn't belong."

She turned around to hide an even stronger blush, and Harry noticed that her kimono seemed even shorter on the back, he could see the curve of her bum just below the rim of the fabric. Bella then, purposely bend her waist to place the tray on the desk.

Harry happily discovered that she was wearing nothing under it, just like when he arrived. For only a second, he saw her puff labia appear between her legs, shining with her juices, for one second, he lost himself in that perfect little puff world, and had to fight back with his desire to bury his face on it. Harry felt a subtle build on his magic, and the bed shook a little.

Bella herself was delighted with the effect she had on the mysterious young man. Just like she had thought, his magic built up every time he saw her, or Rose. This was a powerful man, perhaps, even stronger than James at his peak. Bella's own resolution was starting to fade.

She turned to him again, sweating and with heavy breath. She could almost see his magic coming and embracing her. Bella took a deep breath.

"Harry… I haven't decided what to do yet, but I assure you I will make a decision tonight. You have been nothing but patient and cooperative. And, like Rose, I believe you." Harry was about to say something, but Bella held up her hand, silencing him. "To be completely honest, I had been feeling weird too, since that night, I can feel, for some weird reason, that you don't want us any harm."

Harry looked at her with wide eyes.

"Wait, are you saying that...the fall, it was real? Not something I imagined after Dumbledore stunned me?!" Harry asked, eyes wide with astonishment and a blush growing when he realized he really had a bucal meeting with Bella's most intimate place. Petunia would kill me!

"No dear…" Did she just called him dear? "But now is not the time to talk about it. We will talk about it sometime, just not now. Now, you try to eat something. I will come back later.

Harry watched her hips sway in an almost hypnotic rhythm as she walked and closed the door behind her. The young wizard looked the food, then at his groin. "I don't think I will be able to eat right now…"

.OvO.

Rose stopped playing, and Hermione opened her eyes when they heard Bella closing the door of Harry's room/cell. The young witch saw her aunt flushed red, panting in excitement, before running to her own room. She was not lying, Harry was messing with her too.

"I wonder what they talked about…" Hermione said behind her.

"Me too, and if Harry is ok..." Rose smiled. That terrible and evil smile Hermione knew all too well, she was about to do something wrong. "I have an idea!" Rose ran to her trunk, and started looking for something, throwing some things to the ground around her.

"Hum…" Hermione hummed, "What are you doing Ro?"

"I'm going to spy on him, of course." She looked at her friends from over her shoulder. "Aren't you curious about him?"

Hermione crossed her arms and looked away, pouting at her friend enthusiasm.

"No, I'm not!" The witch didn't understand what was so great about some boy.

"Ha! Found it!" Rose got up, holding what looked like a thick piece of black fabric in her hand.

"What is this?"

"Something the twins created for the ministry, they sent me a copy for testing! Is a one way hole. Check it out." With a swift move, the black haired girl threw the fabric on the wall, it stuck into it, in a round black form. Hermione raised her eyebrows, but Rose just smiled at her. With a touch of her wand, the black fabric became a hole, direct to the other side, with the size of a dish. "Cool, isn't it! It only exists on this side, so the other room can't see us. Let's take a look!"

Rose kneeled in front of the newly formed hole, and looked. There he was, looking around the room, walking from the wardrobe to the small desk. Rose was fascinated, he was so familiar, yet so different. His messy hair, and round spectacles, and those green eyes. For the first time, the girl understood what people said about her eyes. "wow… that is weird…"

"Yes…" Hermione said, looking at her friend instead of him. "Too weird. And also impossible."

"Well, he is here, isn't he." The boy, Harry Potter, sat on the bed and with a sigh proceed to kick his red converses. Rose realized she could actually hear the room.

"Ok, calm down Harry, you definitely are at 12 Grimmauld place… and…" He ran his hand through his hair. For some reason, Rose found the gesture at the same time cute and exciting. "Bloody hell, what is happening, my magic is weird, why I can't take her from my head?" Rose looked curious. Who could that be? Bella?

"Well, he IS messy like you." Hermione pointed out.

Then Harry proceeded to remove his shirt, Rose couldn't help but to bite her lip at the sight, he was fascinating, with his lin figure, he was not too tall, nor was big, but had toned arms, and the muscles of his chest and abdomen were well formed and evident, like a gymnast, or, more probably, a Quidditch player and a fighter. And there was the scars, so many of them.

"Damn…" Rose whispered.

"What?"

"Come on Hermione, you have to admit, my other self is pretty hot!" Rose pointed out. At the same time, she felt a sting on her heart, no one with that many scars could have had an easy life.

Hermione just hummed and kept looking, as Harry throw away the blanket. He let it hit the ground, showing his black boxers and a well snapped ass. But what got both girls, for different reasons, was the bulge on his groin. Rose felt herself getting hot, and moisture starting to accumulate in her panties. Hermione quickly got up.

"Ok, I am out!" She looked at Rose. "Ro! We shouldn't be looking, let's get downstairs…"

"Don't be such a buzz killing prude Mione, if you don't want to see, you can go." The bushy haired girl crossed her arms, and with one last humf, left the room. Rose quickly and hungrily came back to the hole.

Harry was now seated on the bed. "Why I am feeling like that. I shouldn't be thinking these things. Come on Harry, concentrate." He looked around. "Bloody hell…" Rose saw when his right hand moved to the budge on his boxers. "I can't stop thinking about her, and I can't concentrate like this…" His hands started moving over his groin. "Rose… Potter…" Harry whispered.

Rose opened her mouth in surprise, he was thinking about her! Just like she couldn't remove him from her own mind. At this moment her panties became unbelievable damp. "What is happening, I never got so wet in life…" And it was true. Even watching Neville and Hannah, or when she was with Fred and George.

She kept watching Harry moving his hands. "Maybe if I…" To Rose's surprise, the boy released his hard member from his underwear. The girl gasped, it was big, and tick, the bigger she ever saw, without being monstrous huge. With a stroke, he released the bulbous head from its skin cap, and he closed his eyes. "Rose…" He whispered, and started slowly stroking it up and down.

Rose watched in fascination, she didn't even realize she was panting. "He is wanking thinking of me!" Without thinking, the girl quickly unbuttoned her own jeans, and without moving her eyes from the amazing sight in front of her, she dove her hand in her knickers. Damn she was wet. Her panties were dumped with her juices, she never felt so excited in her life. Rose saw Harry's hand going up and down his amazing cock, matching the movements with her own fingers moving across her pussy lips. She could see the sweat gathering over his well toned body, as he worked his member, and with a moan, Rose insert first one then two fingers inside her dripping cunt, her left hand joined inside her panties, moving in small circles over her clitoris.

Even without Harry knowing, both teens found an exactly same rhythm of movement, pleasuring themselves in a almost synchronized way. For Rose, even the position she found herself , there she was,.spying on another, male, version of herself, jerking off calling her name. Her fingers furiously started moving in and out of her pussy, while the other hand trembled in a fast speed over her clit. She didn't care anymore, and started moaning loud, with abandon, at the that Harry increased the his own, long strokes.

"Harry… fuck… oh Harry…" The girl started chanting.

"Rose… damn… Rooooose!" Harry screamed, finally reaching his climax, realizing a little of his magic with it. The vision of jet after jet of the tick, hot sperm exploding from his dick finally sent Rose to her own orgasm, and the girl screamed, her hot juices flowing out her of her vagina. Rose panted…

"Damn, that was intense… and amazing... shit… I think I forgot the silencing charm!" When she realized, Harry was looking at the wall in her direction, blushing furiously.