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Harry Potter, nursing, Hogwarts

"He's waking up," the young Gryffindor heard as he opened his eyes slowly, after the incident with the dementors

They were playing a match against Slytherin in terrible rain, Harry and Draco were chasing the Snitch

When the dementor horde appeared, Harry heard that female voice that had been haunting him since the train

His dear mother, begging the despicable being for his life...

The very thought made Harry furious, completely overwhelmed with hatred for the dark wizard

“I'M NOT INTERESTED IN YOUR EXCUSES!!! MY SON COULD HAVE DIED, IF IT WEREN'T FOR LORD STARK, DRACO WOULDN'T BE HERE," roared Lady Narcissa's voice, who was like a dragoness, confronting Dumbledore, at the same time that Lord Malfoy and Lucrecia looked with concern at the bed where Draco was, still unconscious, the young Slytherin, like Harry, fell victim to the Dementors, falling at least a hundred meters from the skies straight into the Quidditch field

“HARRY!” shouted Susan, Daphne and Hermione, accompanied by the Quidditch team, who looked completely relieved that he was okay

Confused and disoriented, Harry asked

“What happened?”

"The Dementors attacked the stadium, Dumbledore and the professors managed to repel them, at the same time Jon stopped yours and Draco's fall, they are both furious, Jon and Lord Malfoy threatened the Minister of Magic, that if he did not remove the Dementors, the full weight of the coalition would fall on him and his stupid actions"

At that moment, a small black and green colored missile rushed towards Harry and gave him a big hug, Clarissa was crying softly

Harry was about to return the embrace, understanding that the young heiress was worried, however, before doing so, Clarissa broke away and hit him on the back of the head

"DON'T WORRY ME LIKE THIS AGAIN, HARRY JAMES POTTER!" shouted the grieving girl, at the same time that Hermione snorted and muttered something that for Harry sounded suspiciously similar to welcome to the club

Smiling, Harry hugged Clarissa, who simply returned the gesture, remaining completely silent

"It's good that you're well, brother," decreed Jon, who had entered with the young witch

Harry smiled and said

"Thank you for saving me, saving us," he corrected, while pointing to Draco, who had begun to wake up

Seeing this, Clarissa frowned and said

"Excuse me, I have a cousin to discipline" and without waiting for an answer, the young heiress ran to Draco's bed

Harry grimaced, knowing what awaited young Malfoy

"What happened, Harry? You and Draco got lost in the clouds and the next thing we saw was both of them falling towards the stadium at full speed” Jon asked with obvious concern in his voice

Harry sighed and answered

"Dementors are horrible beings, even with all our training, I'm defenseless against them."

Jon frowned and replied

"Even with you know what?" referring the extra mental arts lessons with Trelawney

Although to call them lessons would be to extend the word too much, occlumency was a dark branch of magic, so it was evidently magic that required sacrifice

In this case, pain, considering that in order to protect his mind, the clairvoyant had to constantly assault his, so that Harry would get used to the pain and learn to deal with a mental attack

Sure, there were other methods, such as Jon's meditation, which helped considerably, but Trelawney was adamant that both should get used to the pain

But those lessons paled in comparison to the terrible feeling of the dementors

"It helped a lot; however, they were too many and they overwhelmed me in seconds, I must find a way to be able to face them" replied the young Potter with determination

"Then, I suggest you approach Professor Lupin, heir Potter, Remus is a fairly capable and talented wizard, and he knows the Patronus Charm, the only known spell that is capable of drive away Dementors," interjected the headmaster, who had escaped from the clutches of Lady Malfoy, who upon seeing that her beloved son had awakened, had fallen upon him with the effusiveness of a dragon mama

Jon and Harry frowned at the director's words, and Jon asked

“Drive away? We are interested in a more permanent solution, are there spells to kill them?” the seriousness was evident in the young Lord's voice

Dumbledore looked at him, at the same time shaking his head

“I'm afraid it's not that simple, Lord Stark, the dementors, technically they are not alive, they are beings created by the collective consciousness, born of despair and pain, for centuries, the ICW has tried to find out their origin to be able to finish them all, however, we have never succeeded, the only method we know that really works,  is the Patronus charm”

At those words, both mages nodded gently, but something told them that, they were ignoring something regarding the dementors, after all, it was physically impossible that if something was alive it could not die

Unless...

Jon concentrated and asked himself quickly

“Arrax, is the origin of the dementors to be found in the ocean of souls?”

A second of silence and his guardian replied simply

“Yes”

Jon was quick to thank both the director and Arrax

"We must talk to Professor Lupin, I will hire him to give us private lessons on the Patronus spell, although I understand perfectly well that it is not the ideal solution, it is a start" Jon informed his brother

Harry just nodded, he was too tired and needed to rest, and Jon apparently noticed, as he placed a hand on his shoulder and spoke again

"I let you rest brother; I will go and save Draco from our sister's clutches and then I will talk to Lucius, about the matter of the Hebrides in Yule"

Harry nodded and simply settled back into bed, at the same time that his three witches began to stroke his hair, lulling him to sleep

In his weary mind, Harry didn't realize that he unwittingly referred to Hermione as his own

A second later, Harry fell asleep again, amidst the soft and delicate caresses of his girls

Jon Stark / Aemon Targaryen, that night, Hogwarts

“So, We have a deal professor?” Jon asked, while drinking from his cup of tea, looking at the conflicted man

Jon never thought he would have to fight so hard for a man to accept gold, as he did with Remus Lupin

The professor insisted that the classes be free of charge, but Jon did not agree, he wanted personalized advice for him, his brothers and his allies, a private class without any other students in between

Remus sighed and spoke

"It's too much gold, Lord Stark," Lupin muttered again, after all, twenty galleons per session was much more than a ministry official earned in a month

Jon just shrugged his shoulders

"Gold is no problem and it is our priority to master the spell quickly, Professor Dumbledore pleaded for you, besides, with your condition, gold would not hurt you professor" Jon replied as tactfully as he could

At those words, Remus Lupin froze completely, stunned by the casual way in which Lord Stark referred to his condition

With resignation, I ask

"How long have you known?" he asked

Jon shrugged and replied vaguely

"I have my ways, so will you accept?" he asks again

Remus looked at him sighing and replied

"We have a deal, every Tuesday and Saturday, after dinner."

Jon nodded, thanked the man, and was about to leave the classroom, when Lupin spoke again

"And thank you, for helping Chiara, she was going through a very bad time, you have my gratitude, and that of most of the werewolves on the island," Lupin spoke frankly

Jon nodded politely, and without saying anything else, he continued on his way, the director waiting for him in Mr. Filch's office, for the test of the second prototype of his Squib ring

Walking through the halls of Hogwarts, Jon couldn't help but think about his imminent visit to the Hebrides, what could his Targaryen ancestor have hidden there? What was important about them? They were a dangerous place, even for experienced wizards, there were rumors of magical beasts and cursed beings plucked from the most twisted nightmares

The young Slytherin shook his head, it wasn't worth focusing on that, at least for now, he would prepare properly when the time came, although he couldn't neglect the secrets of the Stark side of his family either, he still didn't have a fucking idea what the Bifrost project meant

"In addition to the fact that we must begin to instruct you in the ocean of souls, you need to train to be able to move between worlds without dying in the attempt," Arrax recalled

Jon sighed, so much to do, so many secrets and mysteries

And so little time!

 Without noticing, Jon arrived at the nightstand's office, where the director was already waiting for him, with obvious curiosity

"Is everything ready Lord Stark?" asked the old man curiously

Jon simply nodded, knocked on the door and waited for the answer of the watchman, who, seeing that it was the director and Lord Stark, invited them to come in quickly

"Excuse me for the mess, I had an altercation with the Weasley brats, how can I help them?" asked the man

Dumbledore looked at Jon, who simply reached into his pocket, took out a small box and offered it to the man

"I'm working on a personal project, Mr. Filch, and I'd like to ask for your collaboration, if it's not too much trouble, put this on," Jon spoke politely

The old man looked at the box curiously and rather suspiciously, but he held Lord Stark in good regard, so, giving him the benefit of the doubt, he simply took the small box and saw what was inside

A simple bracelet, made of bronze, with a huge number of magical runes, which shone with a soft greenish hue, illuminated the room

“What is this?” asked the man curiously, which was shared by the Headmaster

"Put it on and you'll find out," Jon insisted with a smile, eager to test the object

Filch looked at Dumbledore, who nodded gently, it was evident that the old man was just as curious as he was and without thinking about it so much, Filch placed the object on his wrist

and his world changed forever...

the man's pupils dilated, at the same time that a green glow began to ascend from the bracelet to the rest of the body, illuminating his veins and arteries, and as the light flooded Filch's body, the man began to feel something completely new, that fire inside him, which, although small, was no longer absent

Completely overwhelmed, Filch's legs failed, falling to his knees on the cold floor of his office, at the same time that Jon Stark knelt down and offered him a peculiar object

a little Snitch, which he took with trembling hands, knowing full well that, in the hands of a Squib, the object was nothing more than a pretty ornament

however...

as soon as the object touched his skin, a sensation of electricity invaded the old watchman, the Snitch began to tremble and, before the man's tearful eyes, a pair of elegant wings were present and the golden sphere began to levitate

"Magic," he murmured reverently

"If there's one thing pure-bloods is right about, it's that magic is in the blood, welcome to the wizarding world, Argus Filch."

"Fascinating, incredible, revolutionary," Dumbledore shouted completely out of his mind, as he moved his wand at full speed around Argus

“It's incredible, it's present! All thanks to that wonderful bracelet! This is worthy of an order from Merlin, Lord Stark!” Dumbledore shouted completely excited with the situation

“It is still a prototype, it works in a similar way to crutches, I have to examine its performance every week and possibly I will have to make modifications, but I don't think it is a problem, right?” Jon asked with amusement

The man quickly shook his head and answers

"No Lord Stark, I'll be where you tell me at the exact time, thank you, really, thank you, you have my eternal gratitude," murmured the old man, looking devoutly at the bracelet

The trio chatted for a couple more hours, Jon explained the limitations, the care that Argus had to take and even some limitations with the amount of magic that the device could handle

Argus Filch would never be able to summon whirlwinds of fire and blizzards of frost, but he could perform the basic spells and, at least for the rest of his life, be part of the world he could never truly belong to

While Jon and Argus chatted about the controls and tests they would have to do to ensure the optimal use of the bracelet, Lord Stark did not notice the calculating eyes with which the headmaster looked at him

Harry Potter, first private Patronus Class

“Remember, it's a complicated spell, don't expect to get results in your first attempts, the key... it is the mastery of your own mind, concentrate on a happy memory, something that it is really powerful to you, from which the spell can feed to manifest itself," said Professor Lupin with a professional tone

All members of Harry and Jon's inner circle were present, including Clarissa, who insisted on attending to observe the class

So far neither had been able to produce even a single white mist, not even Harry and Jon, to the point that Clarissa was getting desperate

"Come on, Jon! It can't be that hard! It's thinking of something happy and casting the spell!” shouted the young woman, quite bored to see how everyone failed miserably

Draco frowned at her and replied

“And if it's that easy, why don't you try it brat?” Young Slytherin Challenge His Cousin

Clarissa snorted as she pouted the floor with her shoe, and responded

“FINE! I'll do it!” and a second later, in the most adorable act Harry had seen in a long time, Clarissa took out her wand and walked to the center of the room, raised her wand with a face of complete concentration and screamed

“EXPECTO PATRONUM!”

Everyone, including the professor, looked at the little girl with amusement, knowing that the spell would not work

However... to everyone's surprise and amazement, Clarissa's wand began to vibrate, the tip lit up with a bright white glow and a dense fog was present, filling the place with warmth and happiness

"Bloody hell" Draco murmured, while mentally thinking about the endless taunts to which Clarissa would subject him from now on

The fog lasted for a few moments, during which everyone witnessed how it took a vague quadrupedal shape, before disappearing completely

Causing Clarissa to fall to the ground, completely exhausted

“CLARISSA!” Jon shouted as he approached the young witch, being followed a second later by everyone present

Harry watched with concern as his sister struggled with keeping her eyes open, apparently quite tired from the spell

"I'm sleepy Jon" he murmured

"That was an incredible performance, Miss Black, twenty points for Slytherin, however, you must rest, you used too much magic in a short time, your body must recover."

“What memory did you use?” Draco asked, really curious about the young woman's secret

Clarissa, drowsy in Jon's arms, murmured

"Dad and Mom together, with Jon, Harry, Lucrecia and you, all together in Wolf's Den, celebrating my birthday, as a family" and at that moment, the young woman fell asleep in her brother's arms

"I'll take her to the infirmary," Jon reported as he left the room, being followed by Professor Lupin and Lucrecia, leaving the third-year students

"Humiliated by an eleven-year-old girl," Susan murmured with a sigh, which Daphne and Draco backed up

However... Harry was very busy thinking about Clarissa's words

She hadn't used a memory, but simply used a desire, a really powerful one, on which to focus her will, something that would truly fill her with happiness and love...

Emotions, the key was not memories

The key was positive emotions

And then, taking a breath and closing his eyes, Harry concentrated on that sweet fantasy

Daphne, Susan and Natalia, all Potter witches, with their respective children, all surrounding Harry, who introduced them to an elderly Lord James and Lady Lily, he could hear his father's laughter and his mother's sweet voice, as she carried his children, filling them with love and affection

Jon with Lucrecia and Fleur, with their own children, joined the image, and all the children began to play, as a family

And then, his eyes flooded with tears, but his heart roaring, Harry raised his wand and roared

“EXPECTO PATRONUM!”

Harry's magic vibrated, the tip of the wand lit up with the same glow as Clarissa and then, a dense cloud manifested, which, like Clarissa, began to change shape

For an instant, the mist turned into a beautiful stag with large antlers, before changing into a powerful lioness, strong and fearsome, this change occurred several times, until fatigue simply forced Harry to finish the spell, causing the mist to dissipate seconds later and resulting in Harry falling to the ground

Where, quickly, Susan and Daphne ran to help him

"That was amazing Harry!” murmured the redhead with emotion, while looking with a huge blush at her future husband

Harry simply smiled weakly, tired both physically and emotionally

That had been one of the hardest things in his life, a fantasy and nothing more

Sadly, James and Lily Potter were gone, betrayed by the mysterious and elusive Wormtail, who was responsible for making Harry's dream remain a sweet and cruel fantasy

"We must take him to the infirmary," Daphne murmured, seeing that Harry was lost in thought

"No," said the young lion firmly, standing upright and powerful

"We're not done yet, let's go," ordered the young lion, walking determinedly towards the center of the room, wand in hand

Susan and Daphne looked at each other and sighed, both knowing perfectly well how stubborn Harry could be

Draco for his part simply shrugged his shoulders and followed Harry, without complicating his life, his hormonal mind focused on more important matters

Like how soft Pansy's breasts felt last night, for example

For the rest of the session, the four third-year students practiced under the empirical, but effective teaching of the Potter heir, who, surprisingly, had a gift for teaching

By the end of the session, the four of them could produce small, unstable white clouds, a greater progress than most Aurors in the Ministry of Magic

A good, productive rainy night

None of those present suspected that, at that very moment, an impulsive and frankly stupid wizard hiding as a dog, arrived at the edge of the Hogwarts grounds with a single objective

Getting to know his daughter, one way or another