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Chapter 2:- HomecomingsA/N: Re-edited, Thanks GML.

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Harry looked back over his shoulder once more as he left the train station. His family, his “true” family was still standing there watching him leave. He had felt hope, pride and a sense of belonging as they had stood up to Uncle Vernon. Looking at the gathering his vision began blur over, he could still see their faces clearly but there outlines we become more and more fuzzy yet more colourful? Reaching up to rub his eyes he found that here were no tears present and this surprised him. Shaking his head slightly his vision cleared instantly and he smiled warmly knowing that this was going to be probably the last smile he would pull until he saw them again.

Exiting the station, Harry’s body language started to change, no longer did he stand tall and proud. His confidence seemed to vanish as he walked, standing tall was sure to bring the full wrath of Uncle Vernon and after the display that Moody had just given him he did not want to push his luck. Reaching the car Harry loaded his trunk into the boot with Vernon silently watching him. The sideways glances he managed to steal showed the rage building in his uncle.

“Get in Boy!” Vernon bellowed as soon as the trunk was packed.

Harry quickly struggled to get into the back seat as Dudley was determined to take up as much room as was possible. Almost before the door was closed the car pulled away from the curb and entered the London traffic. Nothing was said openly in the car but sitting behind Vernon he could just about hear him muttering about something, and if Harry knew anything he knew that this was bad.

“Threaten me. They think that they can threaten me!” continued the muttering.

Looking out of the window Harry tried to ignore the atmosphere in the car and tried to think about his situation and what had happened in the last weeks at school.

“Threaten me boy. They think that they can threaten me!” This time it was not muttering.

“Um….” Was all the response Harry could come up with that would not worsen the situation.

“Answer me Boy!”

“They are just concerned for my safety.”

“Are they, well if they are that concerned why didn’t they take you?”

“If have to return to your home.” Was the lame reply.

“Exactly, and things will change mark my words. I know everything.” Said Vernon, looking sharply at Aunt Petunia.

Harry did not know what Vernon had meant but something inside felt cold and a dread washed over him. But before Harry had time to reflect on this Dudley started his normal game of bash Harry and he had to devout all of his energy into fending off the covert blows.

***

Draco walked through the barrier with his mother next to him. The station was, as normal, crowded and the group standing in the middle at the front was not helping. Seeing the mass of red hair it was obvious to him who they were and what they were doing.

“Come mother let us avoid those rabble.” Draco commanded her, pointing towards the group.

With his father recently captured he was now the “Lord” of Malfoy Manor and so subconsciously started to act the part. Striding clear of the people he stopped and turned to face his mother.

“Have you arranged for my trunks to be picked up?”

“Of course Draco.” She responded, hiding the disdain for the way he was treating her.

“Well then have you brought the family key?”

“Well yes.”

“Then give it to me.” He attempted to order her.

“But you are still underage.”

“Don’t argue with me mother, with father away I’m in charge so give me the key.” He instructed her sternly.

“Draco your father...”

“Don’t talk to me about him. Leave it to me it’s my duty now, I will get him out.” He stated this firmly holding out his hand.

With a trembling hand Narcissa pulled out the solid key ring with two small keys on it. Ever so slowly she lowered it into her son’s hand not knowing what she was doing except what was expected of a Malfoy. The men ruled!

Draco gave a tight smile as his hand closed over the cold metal, he held out his other hand which his mother lightly grasped. In and instant the family portkey transported them to the gates of Malfoy Manor.

**

The large house stood atop a slight rise, the well kept lawns stretched left and right of the wide sweeping driveway. Behind the Manor the woods stretched into the distance, Draco looked closely at the woods and could just make out the hoops of the private quidditch pitch. It would be nice to get on his broom and fly round the pitch, this summer he vowed that nothing was going to stop him inviting some of his friends round a playing a couple of games.

He walked slowly up the drive way with his mother silently behind, the long walk gradually brought the reality to him. The joy of all this was his but also the responsibility. He placed the key into the lock of the door and turned it, but felt nothing, no magical surge, no new knowledge. He turned at looked at his mother with a questioning look.

“The house cannot change until you farther is convicted or has…passed on.”

“Don’t worry mother I’ll get him back.” Answered Draco not knowing if it was true or not, or even if he cared.

He pushed open the front doors and entered. The house elf’s lined the entrance hall awaiting instructions. He nodded to the servants once as he walked towards the drawing room.

“Butt!" Draco said firmly. "Bring me my father’s papers.”

“Yessss sir.” Stammered the first elf in the line as he bowed low and dashed off.

Narcissa stared at the closing doors as her son entered the drawing room leaving them all behind. She felt a gentle tug on her hand.

“Lady Malfoy … miss, there be a letter miss.” Squeaked a voice.

She unconsciously bent and grasped the folded note. Noticing the hand writing she dreaded opening it but still went ahead. The note was short and curt. Her sister was coming this evening to discuss some matters with Draco. She requested that a room was to be made up in preparation for the Malfoy tradition. Narcissa knew what was going to happen but did not know what she could do about it; she could definitely not stand up to her sister over this.

“Webby, we have guests this evening please make up the best guest room. All of the trimmings please. Also could you ask Butt to check the security as I suspect at least one of them to be a muggle who doesn’t want to be here?”

“Yes miss.” Replied the elf that had given her the letter.

**

Ginny looked at the retreating form of Harry as he walked out of the station with those /people/. She was standing beside her mother and Hermione but she felt wrong. Inside of her she knew that she should be walking out there with him. Every step that he took seemed to make her heart break a little more. The past year for her was one of joy and sadness. The joy of being close to Harry was everything that she had dreamed but the sadness of not being able to act upon what she was feeling tore at her every day. It was that sadness that had made her blurt out that she was seeing Dean.

It was true that he had asked her out but what was not true was her acceptance. For a fleeting moment she had wanted to say yes, being close to Dean might have meant being closer to Harry but her heart had stopped her. Her eyes clouded over as she continued to look at Harry, whatever the next few weeks were going to bring she was determined that she was going to help him some how.

Slipping her hand gently into Hermione’s she looked up to her friend.

“Hay?” she called quietly

Hermione turned her face to look at her friend

“It’s not right!” the older girl commented.

“I know, but what can we do?”

“I don’t know?” answered Hermione scaring even herself.

Ginny did not know what made her say it out loud to her friend but she did anyway.

“I should be with him.”

The tone of Ginny’s voice had cut through Hermione’s thoughts like a knife. She studied her friend because she was definitely missing something here. Having spent a long time with Ginny over the past two years she knew her moods but this was the first time that she had heard that tone. It was like a plea.

“He’ll be fine.” Cautioned Hermione

“But don’t you feel it?”

“Feel what?” The older girl asked, becoming confused.

“Like your heart is walking out of the station.”

“Girl you’ve got it bad.”

“I know.” Was the glum reply as the figure of Harry passed out of sight.

“Ok then time to go now.” Instructed Mrs Weasley to the whole group.

Hermione gave Ginny’s hand a brief squeeze before turning to leave.

“I’ll visit soon, if that’s alright?” Hermione told Ginny after receiving a confirmation nod from Mrs Weasley.

They exchanged a brief hug before she turned to Ron.

“Ronald?”

“Hermione?”

“See you.”

“Yeah … see you.”

She had hopped for more, much more, but it was obvious that this was all that she was going to get. Turing back towards her parents she started off but stopped instantly as Ron called out.

“Look after yourself”

Hermione whirled round and flung her arms around Ron before whispering in his ear.

“You too.”

Ron stood there with Hermione’s arms around him not knowing what he should be doing. Here he was with a girl with her arms around him and his whole family watching. For once instinct took over Ron before he could make a fool of himself and so wrapped his arms around Hermione and hugged her as hard as she was hugging him.

With tears filling her eyes Hermione pulled back and gave Ron a brief peck on the cheek.

“I’ve got to go.”

A stunned Ron could only stand there and nod as Hermione rushed off to her parents and then exited the station.

“So is it time to go now?” questioned Mrs Wesley looking at the rest of the family daring any to disagree. As one they all followed her quietly out of the station and into the waiting transport to take them back home.

**

Ginny dragged her trunk down path that lead to the house. The twins had just left them after ribbing Ron the whole way from the station they had even given her some stick over Dean. She had to smile at some of the comments but could not stop the shudder that came over her as she thought about her own life. How would the twins react if it was her and Harry?

Molly unlocked the front door with her key and ushered them all inside.

“Ok now, take your things upstairs and unpack. I want all of your dirty clothes down here as soon as possible so that I can start.” Ordered Mrs Weasley.

Ginny just kept walking with her trunk up to the first floor and her room. Entering the room she felt almost happy this was her place, her retreat from when it got difficult. Throwing open her trunk she started tossing her dirty clothes into a pile while putting the rest away. As she was doing this the image of Harry was all that sprang to her mind, for some weird reason she felt that she should not be here. It was almost like something was pulling her away.

She stood at the window looking out across the grounds so she could think straight, all that her mind was telling her was that she should be there with him. It was what she wanted, what she needed.

“Are those dirty dear?” called her mother from the doorway.

Ginny turned to face her mother full on and looked down at her hand. She did not realised what she was still holding until now. The fact was she was holding some of her underwear and this underwear was definitely something that she did not want her mother to see.

She had bought it this year when she was in Hogsmeade. She had gone shopping on her own after saving as much as she could. She was going to get something sexy for herself to wear not only for herself but hopefully for some certain green eyed boy. She had managed to afford a very nice red satin set of push up bra and thong, but by the time she had returned back to her room her confidence had failed and so it had lain unused in her trunk. Several times in the past months she had gotten it out but every time her confidence had failed before she left the room and she had changed back into her more conservative underwear.

“Um…no mum these are fine?” she quickly replied.

“Are they new, I don’t remember them?”

“Yes they are.” Answered Ginny, fearing the consequences.

“Well I suppose every young lady needs things that make her feel pretty. Ok then just hurry up I want to get started as soon as possible.” She said, turning towards the boys rooms.

Ginny breathed a sign of relief as she went about the rest of the unpacking. It was not long before she was carrying down the small bundle of clothes to the kitchen. Ron had obviously beaten her down as his huge pile of clothes was already adorning the floor. Looking up out the window she saw that Ron was already outside having fun in garden.

“Are you ok Ginny dear?” asked her mother coming quietly up behind her.

“Not really.” Was her truthful reply.

“What’s wrong dear?”

“I see Ron out there happy, glad to be at home and all I can think about is him and what he’s going through.”

“Who do you mean?” gently asked Molly but already knowing the answer.

“Harry.”

“And here I was thinking that you were worrying over your new boyfriend Dean.” Teased Mrs Weasley.

“I only said that to shut Ron up.” Ginny replied miserably.

“I thought you were much too subdued when the twins started on you.”

“He’s at that place and he needs help. How could Dumbledore send him back, he should be here were he’s loved, with me.” Stormed Ginny

Molly raised an eyebrow at the comments her youngest was making. She probably did not know what she was saying at the moment. It was evident that she was definitely speaking from the heart and not hiding her true feelings from her mother. That did not stop Molly worrying about what was being said, but she had had too many years of parenting to know when to speak and when to wait.

“He must be feeling the pain of the loss of Sirius. I know he is, it’s almost like I can feel it but no, Dumbledore had to send him back. Isn’t there anyway that we can get him here sooner or I could visit him. I’m certain that if he see’s someone that cares for him he would be better.”

“Ginny you know that I have already had this discussion, but Dumbledore was insistent. He said it was for the safety for all.”

“How can that be?”

“I don’t know but all I can do is to try and get Harry away as soon as possible.” Her mother finished.

Ginny looked at her mother with big round open eyes full of hope. She slowly got up and gave her mother the hug she was dieing to give Harry.

**

Luna stood on the station looking at the retreating body of red headed people as the exited the platform. The year had definitely been an interesting one, more so than most for her. At last she had friends, or what she thought of friends. They had just left the station without saying goodbye but that really did not matter to her.

Grasping her trunk handle she started to walk the length of the station. As normal her father was not here to meet her, but she was use to this. As she walked she noticed that most people still gave her a wide berth and kept out of the way. Humming to herself she exited the platform and out onto the main station intent on enjoying the summer.

It was not long before Luna found herself on the Underground. For some reason most wizards hate to use the system finding it too complicated. She found it very simple to use and in a small way she enjoyed it. For most of the journey she was ignored by all. Not rudely like at Hogwarts but normally by normal muggles. After some time she emerged onto the streets of London. She had done this trip too many times to look at the scenery. For the past four years her farther had only made it twice to meet her. The first time was Christmas of the first year, and last time was the end of her second year. She remembered what she had felt like standing there on the platform hoping that her dad was going to turn up but eventually she had to start the long trek home alone.

She pushed open the door into the Leaky Cauldron and stepped through. Every time that she came here she had the feeling that people were watching her, especially if she was alone. Today was no different, the pub was crowded as normal and she had to wait in line to use the public floo. As she stood there she could almost feel the eyes looking at her, sizing her up. If she listened hard she could hear the mutterings of people, the suggestions of what they wanted to do to her, with her. Trying not to show anything she continued to shuffle forward. Eventually her turn came, but by now she could make out shadowy people moving towards the queue. Quickly grasping her trunk she pulled herself into the floo and called out “The Snokles”

Luna stumbled out of the fireplace into a spacious living room. The thought of the people in the pub still haunted her. She grabbed the nearest heavy object and stood over the fireplace intending to hit anything that came through. Time passed slowly but eventually she decided that no one was following her so she lowered the candle stick to the ground and picked her trunk up again. Walking slowly through the house she entered her room to see that, as normal, nothing had been touched since she had left. In fact it looked like it hadn’t even been cleaned.

It was not long then before Luna was on her hands and knees cleaning. This was no different than the past years as well. The first job that she did was always clean her room, the second was to cook the evening meal, so on and so forth. She didn’t mind, in fact she had to say that she enjoyed it; it was refreshing to do something without magic.

As the evening began to draw in Luna looked round and saw that at last she had finished. She was exhausted and dirty but happy, climbing the stairs she entered the bathroom, quickly stripping down to nothing she climbed into the shower. This was one of the payoffs to all the cleaning she had done. At Hogwarts she could never have a lengthy shower, the other girls used to complain and tease her mercessly, but here at home she could take as long as she liked.

Standing in the shower like this she started to rub her breasts. The clothes that she wore at school were very concealing and tight. Here at home she did not have to worry about being looked at because of her big breasts. She was secretly proud of them and enjoyed playing with them. As she gently rubbed both of them she could see as well as feel the nipples begin to harden. They were starting to point straight out like two buttons. Grasping each nipple in her fingers she slowly rolled them left and right and felt the tingling beginning between her legs start.

Grabbing some body wash she lathered her hands and continued her fondeling. It was not long before the tingling became a more intense itch. Rinsing her hands she let them travel down her body, her stomach was not as flat or muscular as some of the other girls but she didn’t care. Eventually she reached the patch of downy blond hair. This hair was softer than most, in fact it was almost like silk. It covered a fair proportion of her groin, she liked to keep it trimmed so the hairs were not long but she thought about the talks the other girls were having that she had overheard. The other girls were talking about shaving it all off and the boys were going nuts over it.

Shaking her head at the suggestion she let her middle finger dip into the warm moist folds. As she entered the tight hole her breath started to come in shorter gasps. Knowing what she was seeking she raised her finger slightly to find her nub. As soon as her finger brushed the top her knees started to give out. Leaning against the stall she continued to slowly brush the top. The warm feelings were flowing all throughout her but it had not yet reached its peek.

As she continued and the final release was nearing her mind retraced the past year and the new people that she had met. Obviously she started to think about the DA and especially Harry. At the mere thought of Harry she started to feel the beginning of the final release. He had been so nice at the end of term, it was as though he was her friend and she did not have many of those. At this final thought of Harry her finger was drenched in a new flood of moisture and not from the shower. The pleasurable feeling that washed over her as she came was one of, if not, the best she had ever had.

Luna slowly withdrew her hand from herself and found a sticky wetness still coating her hand and pussy. Quickly washing herself she left the shower and wrapped her hair in one of the clean towels. She looked at her body once again in the steamed mirror. Smiling to herself she opened the door and walked the distance to her room. This was one of the many things that she missed at school. The ability if she wanted too to walk around naked or half naked. Her father complained if she did but he never really stopped her.

As Luna dried her hair she started to go through her clothes and selected a modest pair of knickers and a short skirt. Tonight she was definitely not going to wear anything else and be dammed if her father did not like it. Tonight he breasts were going to swing feely and not be restricted.

**

Susan looked up at the house, little had changed since the last time that she was here. She had always liked the time that she spent here every summer with her Aunt. For some reason her Aunt had always treated her like a sister rather than a niece.

Shouldering her bag slightly higher she walked up to the front door. Looking around she could just make out the outline of a person watching her from garden, but the outline was definitely not of her Aunt. Before she had even raised her hand to knock on the door it was opened and the smiling face of her Aunt looked out at her.

“Susan you’re here at last!” Greeted Amelia as pulled her niece inside and gave her a hug.

“Hello Aunty, it’s nice to be here.”

“We should have so much fun this week. With so much changing I’m looking forward just to hearing about you and school.” Smiled Amelia

“Aunty I saw someone just now outside.”

“That’s alright, it was probably just Paul.”

“Paul, you have a new man?” said Susan with shock in her voice.

“No, no, no. With the recent changes at the Ministry it was decided that certain members needed more security. So I’ve got Paul and John, they are two members of my department, to look after me.”

“Are they not Auror’s?”

“No my dear, there are not that many Auror’s. These are two wizards highly trained for just protection duties; my department is supplying the majority of personal. Only the Minister himself has got Auror protection and I fought against that. Don’t worry the people from my department have been specially trained.”

“So you’re in danger?” Susan asked.

“Well, not much more than the rest, I really didn’t want them, but the other department heads would have felt uncomfortable if I did not take them. So we have two house guests but don’t worry they spend most of their time outside.”

“OK Aunty.” Agreed Susan, realising that the world was indeed changing.

“Why don’t you go up and unpack while I’ll start throwing something together for us to eat.”

Susan walked up the stairs to the first floor and entered into her room. It was not long before she had unpacked the little that she had brought. Once she was finished she crossed to the windows and looked out at the view. As she looked at the trees that backed up at then property she thought back to the number of years that she had played in those woods. Many a day was spent exploring the woods, climbing trees and not having any cares in the world, but now that was all changing.

“Are you ok Susan?” called her Aunt breaking her train of thoughts.

Turning around she smiled at the concern that her Aunt was showing.

“Yes Aunt Amelia I was just remembering the past.”

Amelia looked out of the window straight into the woods and realised what her niece was thinking.

“Oh yes the number of years I traipsed through those woods to try and find you.”

“I was always trying to hide from you.” Susan laughed.

“I know you seemed to enjoy the game so much.”

“I did didn’t I”

“Yes, now stop looking back at the past for the moment and come down for something to eat.” Her Aunt said, turning to leave the room.

**

The Dursley’s car pulled into their driveway and parked almost exactly in the centre. Before the hand break was even applied one of the back doors was flung open and Dudley scrambled out and rushed to the front door, he was soon followed by his mother. Harry had not even moved, but waited for the coming lecture.

“Ok boy get your stuff inside, quick. Then meet me in the kitchen!” commanded Uncle Vernon.

Harry just stared at his uncle for a few seconds. He was sure that he was going to get a lecture but it seemed that his uncle wanted some more time. Slowly exiting the car he gathered his things and started up the path into the house. When he entered he saw that both his Aunt and Dudley was nowhere to be seen.

“Leave them there Boy.” Vernon bellowed from the Kitchen.

Harry dropped his trunk and placed Hedwig’s cage on top of it, looking sadly at the bird he whispered.

“It’s alright he probably wants to rant about the station. When we get upstairs I’ll let you out, OK?”

Hedwig looked at Harry and bobbed its head once. Harry turned and entered the kitchen. His Uncle was sitting at the spotlessly clean table, beside him was a glass of something which was already half empty.

“Sit down boy I’ve got some new rules for you to follow.”

Harry gently sat down opposite them, with a growing unease filling his stomach. The unease washed all over him then almost instantly it was gone like it was being siphoned off.

“So boy I now know everything. I’ve had a talk with your Aunt and she has explained everything, everything!” emphasised Uncle Vernon.

Harry swallowed once his throat suddenly dry.

“Your Aunt has told me that you are supposed to be some saviour to the Wizarding world. That some mad man is after you and that by staying here and calling this place your home it will give you some protection. Well you know that I don’t care about your world and after that display by them at station I’m not very inclined to help.”

Looking straight at his Uncle he could not believe what he was hearing.

“But Petunia has asked me to keep her promise. For the moment I will, but only for a moment. So there will be some changes, if you don’t like it you can go. I’m in charge in the house, I own it. So if you don’t comply I’ll just chuck you out and wait so see how long this maniac takes to find you. So one; you are only to be seen round the house if you are doing chores. Two when not working you will stay in your room. Three you will keep in contact with ‘those people’ but if you say anything bad you will be out. Four your new room will be then garden shed, Dudley wants his old room back and I agree with him. So do you agree to these terms?”

Harry could not believe in what he had just heard. The Shed, his new room be the Shed! But if he did not agree to this he would be thrown out. The look on his Uncle face showed that he would do it, in fact he was just waiting for the moment. Harry then knew he was defeated. The last battle at the ministry had shown him the truth of the matter. Death was close to him, very close and he would not last a minuet without this protection.

Slowly, ever so reluctantly, he nodded his head once. The smile that pasted it’s self on Uncle Vernon’s face was of pure triumph. Getting to his feet Harry retuned to his trunk and Owl and proceeded to drag them to his new room for the holiday.

Pushing open the shed door Harry looked inside. He was little surprised at what he saw. His Uncle or more rightly his Aunt had arranged some comforts. Hanging from the ceiling was a single dusty bulb; there was no light switch in the room so he suspected that it was going to be controlled in the main house. Most of the garden furniture and tools were now missing. In the centre of the room were Dudley’s old sleeping bag rolled up and a single old pillow. Depositing his trunk by the door he bent over and opened Hedwig’s cadge. The majestic bird gave Harry and the room a distasteful glance before she flapped her wings and alighted upon one of the long handled tools.

“I know girl but this is the best we can hope for. At least I don’t have to keep you locked up all the time.”

Hedwig hooted a reply somehow communicating that she did not mind.

Unrolling the sleeping bag Harry laid down full length on top of it at looked up into the ceiling. This summer was going to one of the worst he could remember.

**