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"Get behind me." Harry commanded his cousin.

Dudley didn't move. The bigger boy was mumbling something. His voice coming out much higher than it usually was.

"Dudley." Harry yelled, not taking his eyes off the two approaching dementors. "Get behind me!"

His cousin turned and ran faster than he had ever in his life, knocking Harry to the ground in the process. Harry's head spun as it bounced off the walkway. His wand slipped from his hand. By the time his vision cleared he could already feel a pair of impossibly cold claw-like hands grip his shoulders.

Darkness pressed in on his vision. He could hear his mother yelling. Something within him shattered, the shards absorbed by the dementors kiss. His body felt lighter. The ever-present pain in his head was gone. A pressure in his chest that he had learned to live with vanished.

A pulse of pure magic exploded out from him. Harry found himself standing alone in the street. The two dementors were now piles of dust. He bent down and picked up his wand. There had to be a better way to carry it around than just in his pocket. Lucius Malfoy had his in a cane, maybe that would work.

Harry shook his head. He turned to follow his cousin. Mrs. Figg ran into view. Wisps of her thick gray hair had escaped her hairnet, a shopping bag she carried clanked as it moved, and she was still wearing her usual fuzzy slippers. He started to put his wand away.

"Don't put it away!" She screamed. "There could be more of them about. I'm going to kill Mundungus."

"What?" Harry stared blankly at her for a moment.

"He left." Mrs. Figg waved a hand at the empty street. "Some deal about a batch of cauldrons that had fallen off the back of a broom. I told him not to go. Told him I'd flay him alive if he went. He leaves and now look! Dementors! If it weren't for Mr. Tibbles, I wouldn't have known."

Harry tried to comprehend everything she had just said. She knew what dementors were and had dispatched a cat to watch him.

"You're a witch?"

"I'm a squib." She snapped. "How can I protect you if I can't even cast a spell?"

Harry studied the woman again. Now knowing that she was a squib helped explain her outfit. She was trying to blend in with Muggles. If last summer had taught him anything it was that wizards were horrible at blending in. Harry grunted as another pulse of magic released from his body. The wave hit Mrs. Figg, turning her night gown and slippers into a set of fitted everyday robes that stopped just below her knees. Gone was the hairnet too. Her thick curly hair was almost silver, rather than gray as he initially thought. Now that she was dressed normally, well normal enough, she didn't look much more than forty. Squibs might not be able to use magic, but there apparently appeared to be some residual benefits. She looked down at her new outfit and rolled her eyes.

"What will Dumbledore say?" She grumbled.

"You know Dumbledore?" Harry asked as he moved closer to her.

"Of course, I know Dumbledore. Who doesn't know Dumbledore?" Mrs. Figg scoffed.

She jumped in surprise as she found Harry almost directly in front of her. Her eyes darted to his hand holding the wand to see his grip relaxed, almost lazy.

"You should keep your wand ready." Mrs. Figg cleared her throat and took a step back. "There might be more of them."

"There aren't." Harry stepped closer. "Why didn’t you tell me you were a squib? All those times I came over to your house."

"Dumbledore's orders." She whispered, taking another step only to find her retreat cut off by a car. "Keep an eye on you, but don't say anything. You were too young."

"Imagine all the fun we could have had." Harry pressed himself against her.

Mrs. Figg moaned as his touch. She tried to focus on the situation at hand, but the sudden rush of arousal was clouding her mind. Harry ran a finger along her jaw, making her look at him. Her eyes darted down to his lips.

"You've been hiding so much from me." He purred. His hands dropped to her hips, lifting her up onto the car hood. "This body. Mmm. It's a crime to keep it covered."

"Someone needs to tell Dumbledore." She managed to whisper. "An owl…"

Her words drifted off as Harry leaned in to kiss her. A loud crack followed by the smell of cheap tobacco and even cheaper drink interrupted their moment. Harry turned to glare at the squat, unshaven man. He looked like could have been Ron's homeless uncle.

"Figg?" The wizard gawked at the pair. "What happened to you? Looking right fit you are. Haven't seen you in robes since Hogwarts." There was an almost visible spark in his eyes as his brain caught up to the situation at hand. "What happened to being undercover?"

"Dementors is what happened." Mrs. Figg found her focus once more.

She slid off the hood of the car, deftly moved beyond Harry, and began to clobber the wizard with her bag. Harry chuckled as a stray can of cat food dropped out.

"Ow! Ow! Stop it." Mundungus held up his hands to block the blows. "What do you mean dementors?"

"THERE WERE DEMENTORS HERE ON YOUR WATCH." Mrs. Figg put howlers to shame.

"Someone's gotta tell Dumbledore." The wizard said.

"And it better be you, or I will tell him why you weren't here." Mrs. Figg held up the shocking bag to back up her threat.

"I'm going. I'm going." Mundungus muttered.

Another loud crack left the pair alone once more.

"I don't know you're first name." Harry smiled at her.

She felt her knees go weak. "Arabella."

"Arabella Figg." Harry began to stalk closer. "Is there a Mister Figg?"

She shook her head. "He passed. Last war. That's why I'm helping Dumbledore."

"It's not safe out here on the street." Harry spoke low, making her lean closer to hear him. "Maybe we should go inside. Your place?"

Mrs. Figg nodded. "It's attached to the Floo."

"Even better." Harry slipped an arm around her waist. "You look a little unsteady."

Arabella Figg giggled a little as he pulled her closer. She put a hand over her mouth. When was the last time she actually giggled?

"Dumbledore's been having me followed?" He leaned over to whisper in her ear.

She shuddered at the feel of his breath. The heat from his lips was just out of reach.

"Of-Of course." She stuttered. "After what happened in June. He wouldn't just leave you."

Arabella led him into her house. As soon as the door was closed, Harry pulled her into a searing kiss. His tongue pressed into her mouth. She moaned into his mouth as she began to kiss him back. Arabella found herself pressed against the door. She gasped as their clothing slipped away in little strips pooling at their feet. Harry hooked an arm under one leg and lifted it up. She reached down guiding him to her lower lips.

He pushed into her, stretching her tunnel in a wonderous way. Arabella moaned, leaning her head back. Harry attacked her neck with his mouth, leaving a string of soon-to-be hickeys anywhere he could reach. He relaxed the grip on her raised leg, letting her drop and taking in his full length.

Harry hammered into her. She lost herself, riding the waves of pleasure. Arabella felt his teeth trail across her nipple. Her body shuddered with a small orgasm. Harry grinned. His gently bit her nipples, alternating from one to the other. Slowly pulling them as he withdrew his mouth.

She leaned forward, burying her face in his shoulder to muffle her screams. Her body wracked with orgasmic pleasure. Harry couldn't control himself anymore. He thrust into her as hard and fast as he could. She pulled him into a kiss, sending him over the edge. Harry pulled her down toward him, reaching the deepest he could as he erupted.

Arabella squeaked in shock as she felt the first spurt of cum. There was a charge to it that sent tingles all through her body. Again and again, with each explosion, the energy raced through her. She looked at him with fuck-drunk eyes and shivered. His green eyes stared back her, seemingly made of fire. She didn't get to think much of it as she was pulled to the couch. His hands guided her into bending over the back. Harry grabbed ahold of her hips. He thrust forward as he pulled her back.

Arabella Figg babbled as he began to fuck her again. All thoughts of his glowing eyes were lost in a string of orgasms.

2.

Harry woke up feeling wonderful. Arabella was curled up on the floor next to him. They never did make it to the bedroom. He adjusted his glasses as he sat up. Harry was too busy looking for his clothes to realize the lenses repair themselves. His eyes came to rest on the pile of fabric strips by the door. The only reason he noticed it was due to the fact that his wand was sticking out of it.

He stood up, yawning, and stretching. Harry could not remember the last time he had ever slept so well. His wand jumped into his hand as he took in the living room. He needed some sort of clothing to get back to the Dursley's house.

First, he needed to make sure Arabella was taken care of. He set his wand down on the nearby coffee table before lifting her off the floor. Harry carried her bridal-style into her room. He set her down on the bed and tucked her in. Not wanting to be 'that guy' he left her a note letting her know he had a wonderful time last night, was going back to the Dursley's house, and had borrowed a towel. After a moment, he also added that he would be happy to see her again if she wanted.

Harry wrapped the towel around his waist. Unfortunately, he didn't have any pockets, so he was left holding his wand. He tried to hide it by tucking it in the part of the towel he had gathered as a grip.

He stepped outside into the early morning light. His reputation as a scoundrel didn't incline the neighbors to think or treat him too kindly. Today, Harry couldn't be bothered. He waved cheerily to lady across the way watering her plants and the guy picking up the newspaper.

Harry opened the door to the Dursley's to find Petunia and Vernon waiting for him. He smiled broadly at the pair.

"Where have you been?" Vernon bellowed. "What did you do to Dudley?"

"None of your business." He said, counting off the answers. "And nothing."

"Don't give me that!" Vernon tried to yell louder but his voice wouldn't do as commanded. It was like someone had turned the volume down on him. "Dudley came home, shaking like a leaf. He said you were casting spells at him."

"Nope." Harry slipped passed the duo. A stack of letter caught his eye. They were thick parchment paper and had the handwritten calligraphy that wizards and witches were so fond of.

"Are these for me?" Harry asked.

"Bloody owls wouldn't stop harassing us last night." Vernon didn't seem to notice his lack of volume. His face was just as purple as it usually went. "One of them exploded."

"Red paper?" Harry asked.

Petunia nodded.

"That's a howler." Harry explained as he picked up the letters. "They explode if you ignore them."

Harry absently twirled his wand in his hand as he flipped through the mail. There was one from the ministry telling him that he was expelled for reckless use of magic in a muggle neighborhood and his wand would be broken. The next was from Arthur Weasley telling him not to give up his wand and stay put while Dumbledore worked on things. Another letter from the Ministry told him he was suspended until they had a trial. The final letter was letting him know he needed to stay put.

He tossed them over his shoulder, each one burning to ash before it hit the ground.

"Potter!" Petunia yelled.

Harry turned to look at them. At some point Vernon had completely stopped making noise, though he appeared to be desperately trying to yell at him, while Petunia was staring at him with bright red cheeks. Harry looked down to see the towel had dropped on the floor. He was standing completely nude in the hallway.

"Whoops." Harry chuckled.

He grabbed it from the floor, slinging over his shoulder. It wasn't until he was up in his room that Vernon's voice came back. Harry got dressed, folded the towel up nicely, and checked on Hedwig. She looked back at him, clearly tired and annoyed.

"I'm sorry." Harry stroked her chest. "I wasn't trying to make you worry. How was your hunt?"

"It was fine, my love." A delicious, husky voice replied. "I finally ended that loud frog in the creek."

Harry stopped. He stared at his owl.

"Did you say something?" Harry asked.

"No." Hedwig settled her feathers, resting on her perch. "Of course not. You can't hear me."

"Hedwig." Harry tried to keep his voice even. "I can hear you."

The owls' eyes flicked open.

"My love? You can hear me?" Hedwig looked at him expectantly.

"Yes." Harry sighed. "I can."

"How?" Hedwig rubbed her beak against his jawline.

"Magic?" Harry laughed.

"Where were you last night?" Hedwig scolded him. "I come back from hunting and those things downstairs are screaming and crying. The air outside was wrong and you were missing!"

"I…" Harry rubbed the back of his neck. "Was entertaining a lady friend."

Hedwig sighed. "It was a matter of time before you began to search for potential mates."

"No, no, no no, no." Harry shook his head. "No mating involved."

Hedwig stared at him. "Your scent says otherwise."

"Well, sure, that part of the mating process, but that wasn't what we were doing last night." Harry scrambled.

Hedwig held his gaze for a long moment. "I need rest. Will you need me today?"

"I don't think so. Unless you want me to write some letters for you to deliver." Harry carefully stroked along her beak.

"We'll see, my love." Hedwig settled back into her spot.

Harry sat back on his bed watching her. She was still an owl. Nothing about her visibly had changed. How was he able to speak with her? Was Owl-tongue a thing? If someone was watching, did he sound like he was making random hooting noises?

Things had gotten weird really fast. One moment he was threatening Dudley, then Dementors attack, and then he suddenly felt amazing. They had given him the kiss. He knew that. It was a moment he could vividly remember it. What didn't make sense was how he felt after, or the fact that there was an after.

Harry headed back downstairs. He fixed himself some breakfast without bothering to talk to Petunia, Dudley, or Vernon. If fact, they seemed to completely ignore him. It wasn't that they were trying to, it was just that their eyes slipped over him any time they looked in his direction and moved out of the way when he got near. He was perfectly happy with whatever was going on.

He stepped out into the hallway. The little piles of ash caught his eye. Those letters were the first real mail he had gotten all summer. Ron and Hermione weren't telling him anything, and that was when they did write at all. He had no idea what was going on in the wizarding world. For all he knew Voldermort could have walked down Diagon Alley cursing people at random.

Harry was tired of the pattern. He saved the Sorcerer's Stone, then was shipped back here without a word. He killed a basilisk, again to be shipped back here for no further explanation. Harry banished a small horde of dementors, helped Sirius escape capture, and even survived an encounter with a werewolf. This, of course, led to him getting shipped back to Privet Drive. Last year was the worst. He fought a fucking dragon, invaded a mer-people village, and completed the labyrinth with less training and experience of the other champions. On top of all that, he had witnessed Voldermort return to the land of the living. Harry escaped and managed to grab Cedric's body as well. Did this win the respect due? Nope. Tossed back to Number Four and kept out of the loop.

Apparently, Dumbledore had setup a group of people to guard, or at least watch him. Lot a good that did. Maybe having him somewhere more secure would have been a better idea? Say somewhere people with experience in magical things could guard, or Merlin forbid, train him.

Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He could feel something building inside of him again. It was like last night after the dementors. The only thing that had helped then was shagging Arabella. Maybe she was awake by now. He did need to return her towel.

3.

Harry draped the towel over his arm like a butler he had seen on TV. He casually strode over to Arabella's house and knocked on the door. The thoroughly ravished woman opened the door, her usual 'muggle' outfit had been replaced by a nice fluffy bathrobe.

"I wanted to return this." Harry gave her a sly smile, holding out the towel.

Her knees felt week at that smile. She grabbed the towel and slammed the door in his face. Arabella was no fool, if she let him inside then they would wind up all over each other.

"Thank you." She called from the other side.

"You're welcome." Harry chuckled.

He turned back to the street. That had been the entirety of his plan. Return the towel and hopefully things would progress from there.

"Oh well." He shrugged.

Now he didn't know what to do with the rest of the day ahead of him. It was unlikely that anyone would write him. Even if they did, it wouldn't be anything of substance. He needed something to do to distract himself. The farce that was his trial wasn't for a few more days, not that he knew any details beyond the date, and he had plenty of time to kill.

The restless energy was still there. It felt like a pressure slowly building. The sensation wasn't painful, just odd. For so long he had been living with the constant headaches and tightness in his chest. Now it was gone, but something was changing. He needed to work off the excess energy.

He didn't have much in the way of Muggle money. Just the little bit he had been able to squirrel away. It was enough for a couple of meals at a fast-food joint, or one at a nicer place. If nothing else, a walk into town would pass the time. Harry made a mental note to stop by Gringotts before next summer to convert some of his money over to muggle cash. He didn't know the exchange rate, but it would be worth it.

Harry stopped back at his room to grab his stash of money. He paused at the bottom of the stairs when he saw Petunia's purse on the hallway table.

"Petunia." Harry called. "I'm going to take some cash from your purse."

No one answered. He went to the living room to see her reading some magazine.

"Petunia." He repeated.

She looked up at him, not really seeing him.

"I'm going to take come cash from your purse." He made sure to say the words loud and clear.

She nodded and gave a polite smile, almost like you would do to a cashier who has wished you good day. Harry shrugged. He plucked the cash from her bag on his way out. Later that day she would wonder where the money had gone and vaguely recall giving it to someone. Naturally, she assumed she had given it to Dudley, she would never give it to anyone else and Vernon preferred to use checks.

Harry was just about out of the neighborhood when he her someone cursing. He found the source to be a young woman, she was probably in her late teens or early twenties. She held a ripped shopping bag and was surrounded by spilled groceries. Harry crossed to her side of the street and began to pick them up. She seemed hesitant to move now that he was closer. The rumors of the troublemaker from Number Four were well known. Dudley was a brute, but this one went to a boarding school for actual criminals.

He stacked up the various items in his arms. "Do you have another bag?"

The young woman stared at him. He had an easy, charming smile and bright green eyes. Coupled with his lithe build, he didn't look like any sort of trouble she would mind. While she sized him up, Harry was doing the same. She wore a pair of denim shorts, sandals, and a light red tank top. Her dirty-blonde hair was loose around her shoulders. She the 'natural' make-up look that accentuated her light brown eyes and kissable lips. The young woman had a nice figure. Her shorts displayed her long legs and her tank top rested nicely along her breasts.

The young woman shook her head.

"I can help you to your door." Harry offered. "If you would like."

She thought for a moment. Her eyes scanned the neighborhood around them. There were the ever-present gossips keeping an eye on things. They wouldn't hesitate to call the police if he tried something.

She nodded.

Harry smiled at her again, this time there was a hint of playfulness to it. "I need you to lead the way."

"Right." She said with a nod.

The young woman hurried along. Every now and then she stole a glance over her shoulder. Harry bemused expression stayed on his face. He kept a couple of steps behind her and to the side so she could easily see him. It also gave him the opportunity to watch her firm, shapely bum.

"I'm Harry by the way." He spoke up. "I live with my relatives at number four."

He had to suppress a chuckle when she jumped.

"I know." The young woman said. "Dursley's right?"

"And you are?" Harry asked.

"Emily." She answered after a moment of hesitation. "I'm at number twelve, just down the way. I live with my parents." She quickly added. "My dad should be home."

"Are you going to university?" He asked.

"No." She shook her head, keeping her eyes on him. "I'm working at a shop in town. Trying to save up to travel abroad for a bit. See the world before settling on a normal life."

"You don't like normal?" Harry asked. "I don't think I've ever heard that around here."

"There's nothing wrong with it." She replied. "Just dull. Uni, work, marriage, kids, and then housewife. Not exactly exciting, is it?"

"Not when you put it like that." Harry laughed. "Think about it though. Study what you want at Uni, work at a job you enjoy, marry someone you love, and then start a family. Just because it's normal doesn't mean you have to make it boring. Having the degree is more important than what you studied these days, right?"

Emily looked at him again. She took in his second-hand clothes, the scars she could see, and how thin he was. His hair was naturally messy in a way that people tried to emulate, and his smile came easy.

"You're nice." She said after a moment.

"Thanks." He smiled. "We just met, but I think you're nice too. Am I not supposed to be?"

"Rumor is you're a delinquent and are shipped off to a boarding school each year." Emily studied him, making sure she kept her distance in case he lunged at her.

Harry thought for a moment. He could correct her, but that would be more trouble than it was worth. Sure, it would make his relatives look bad for lying. It was just nice to be something other than The Boy Who Lived for once.

"I have problems with authority." Harry shrugged. "Not all of it, just the idiots who think they know what's best for everyone."

"I guess that makes sense." Her posture relaxed after a moment. "So, you're just misunderstood?"

Harry laughed. "I didn't say that."

"Really?" Something changed in her eyes. "What have you done?"

He thought back to his years at Hogwarts. Some things needed to be adjusted, for Muggle purposes, and he didn't think telling people he killed a professor was a good idea.

"In my first year I broke into trophy room and stole a rare gem." Harry paused. "Well, I stole it so that this one fuck-nut who wanted to sell it to this Hitler wanna-be."

"You gave it back then?" She asked.

"It could easily buy every house in the neighborhood." Harry shrugged. "That's not something you can just steal and walk away from, and I don't want to know what prison is like. I put it back after I made sure the other guy was caught."

"That's kind of noble." Emily led him up the walkway to her house. She gave him a shy smile. "Do you want to come in?"

"I'd like that." His smile had a slight predatory edge to it. "Not so much noble as I couldn't get away with it. People will make a fuss about picking pockets but steal something that valuable and the wrong type of folk start paying attention."

"You're making me rethink that invitation, Mister Gangster." She opened the door and led him inside.

"I can see that." He laughed as she shut the door and locked it.

"Anything else?"

"Second year." Harry tried to figure out how to word it. "These people were getting attacked all over the campus. Some of them just happened to be people that I didn't get along with. On top of that, I happen to be skilled in the way they were getting hurt."

"Were you the one?" She asked.

Emily directed him to the kitchen. She took the groceries from him and began to put them away.

"No." Harry shook his head. "Found out who was and took care of it. He was using this poor local girl to run interference for him. I followed her and then…" He paused. "We had words."

"You had words?" She giggled.

"He was a posh sixth year who tried to get his pet snake to attack me." Harry shower her his forearm. "That's where it bit me."

"That's a pretty big bite mark." She leaned forward examine the jagged oval.

"It was a big snake." Harry deadpanned. "That and I had to pull it off while trying to avoid him."

"Then what happened?" She hopped up on the counter and let her feet dangle.

"The snake ran off… slithered off, once I tossed it." Harry leaned against counter near her legs. "Then we had a little scuffle. I won."

"You beat up a sixth year when you were in your second?" Emily scoffed.

"I'm little but I'm wiry." Harry gave her a cheesy smile. "That and he was a posh pretty-boy who talked a big game and made his way on threats."

"Something to drink?" She asked hopping off the counter.

Emily bent over as she opened the fridge, letting him get a nice look at her shapely ass. Harry felt that jolt of energy again. Maybe he it was just teenage hormones?

"A glass of cold water would be amazing." Harry tilted his head to the side to properly enjoy the view.

She looked over her shoulder and smiled at him. Emily discreetly wiggled her bum as she stood. The cool air from the fridge made her nipples noticeable through her shirt. Harry hoped that she had done that on purpose.

"Lemonade, ok?" She asked, holding up a pitcher.

"That works." He nodded.

She set the pitcher on the counter and walked over to him. He made no move to get out of the way as she stretched to the cabinet above him. Her body pressed against his. Harry grabbed her hips as she went up onto her tiptoes.

Emily spun around and set the two glasses on the counter next to the pitcher. Harry stepped closer to her, placing his hands on her hips again, and pulling her against him.

"What else?" She asked.

"Third year was pretty boring." Harry shrugged. "Smuggled out an animal that was going to be put down because some rich kid got bit on purpose. Got attacked by a professor and helped an escaped convict avoid arrest."

"What?" She spun to face him. Her red face was from more than the sudden news.

Harry took a moment to savor the feeling of her body pressed against her.

"It was all over the news. Sirius Black was an escaped prisoner charged with murder. Turns out he is my godfather." Harry shrugged. "And innocent."

"I would have led with that." She chuckled.

"Tried to tell the authorities, but they wouldn't listen." Harry rolled his eyes. "Big shock there. Helped him escape. He's still on the run but drops me letters when he can."

"That's brave of him." She said as she not-so-discretely ground her pelvis into him.

"Yeah." Harry smiled. "He's great."

"What about fourth year?" She asked.

"Last year…" Harry ran the events of the past twelve months through his mind.

"Last year?" She yelled. "How old are you?"

"Fifteen." Harry replied casually.

"I'm grinding on a fifteen-year-old." She shook her head. "I was going to shag you."

"I wouldn't say no." Harry grinned at her.

"You're a bit young for that." She giggled.

"Shame." He sighed.

"I can't sleep with you. You're fifteen." She countered. "A blowjob will have to do."

Harry laughed.

4.

Harry stopped laughing as Emily dropped to her knees before him. She had his pants down and out of the way in a matter of moments. Her dexterous fingers began to caress his shaft and sack. She wrapped a hand around his hardening member to speed it along.

"My, my." She cooed as she stroked him to full arousal. "Impressive."

"Thanks." Harry panted. "Grew it myself."

Emily kissed the tip of his cock, making his mouth snap shut.

"First time?" She smiled up at him.

"First blowjob." Harry nodded.

"You need to get some tighter pants." Emily kissed along his shaft between words. "It's a crime to keep this hidden."

"Didn't realize it was anything special." Harry gripped the counter for support.

"I've seen bigger." She swirled her tongue around the brim of his cockhead. "On older guys, and they were proud of what they had. You're nice and thick. Pretty too."

"I…" He tried to form words, but it was hard to concentrate. "I did…didn't know that dicks could be pretty."

Emily looked up at him. She waited until their eyes met before taking him into her mouth. Harry moaned as she bobbed. Each time she went a little deeper but didn't make it all the way down. She backed off, taking a break to breath. Her hands kept busy, stroking him to keep him hard.

"Never got the hang of deepthroating." Emily sighed. "Thank you for not grabbing my head. You can play with my hair if you'd like."

"If I do that then I'm going to grab your head." Harry growled.

"Well." She dropped her hands, leaving his cock pointing out between them. "The floor isn't comfortable."

He watched as she stood up.

"Oh." Harry blinked a few times at the sudden change.

His brain was having taking its time switching from 'horny' to 'functional'. Emily walked out of the kitchen. Harry realized then that he was alone in a strange house with his cock out. He hurried to pull up his pants. Harry looked around once he tucked his still-hard member away from the zipper. He hadn't been paying much attention to the layout of the house, but it was close enough to Number Four.

"Are you coming?" A voice called from upstairs.

"What?"

Harry looked up to see a completely nude Emily waiting for him. His mouth dropped open as he stared at her. He stared at her, trying to commit every inch of her to memory. She had a trimmed patch of dark blonde pubic hair. Her breasts were bigger than he thought, and her nipples were a wonderful shade of pink. It was his new favorite color.

"Better hurry before I lose my nerve." She smiled evilly at him.

Harry rushed up the stairs. She opened her arms as he approached, waiting. Emily giggled as they collided. She slipped to the side, pulling him along to her room. Harry soon found himself on his back in the middle of her bed. She straddled him, capturing his shaft between her lower lips. Her arousal allowed her to glide along his length with ease. She cooed and ground into him each time the head of his cock brushed her clit.

Emily reached between them, angling his member as she rocked forward. They both moaned as his cock slipped into her. The two of them stayed like that for a moment, savoring the feeling.

"So thick." She moaned, starting to grind against him.

"You…" His brain didn't supply any more words.

One of his hands gripped her hip while the other found her breast. He caressed her nipple with the pad of this thumb, before rolling it between his fingers. She moaned and leaned into his hand.

"Gorgeous." Harry managed to say.

In response, she picked up speed, grinding back and forth as she rode him. Harry pulled her down into a kiss. The new angle allowed more room to thrust, which he took full advantage of. She moaned into his mouth, meeting each movement with her own.

Harry found his new favorite song. Her moans and the sound of their bodies clapping together. Emily's voice would got higher as he shifted his other hand to her untouched breast. She placed a series of quick kissed along his jaw and down his neck. Harry groaned as he felt her teeth against his skin.

Her pace increased. Words were exchanged for grunts and moans. She pounded down into him, her hips moving as fast as she could. Harry thrust up to meet each downward motion. Emily leaned back; her eyes closed tight as her cunt fluttered around him.

"Cumming. Oh, fuck. I'm cumming." She screamed.

It was too much. Harry groaned. His hands shifted to her hips. He lifted her up a few inches and held her there as he slammed into her as fast and as hard as he could.

"Close." He grunted. "Where?"

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." She said helpfully.

Harry let go of her hips, letting gravity guide his cock as deep as it could. He pulled her down into a kiss as he started to release inside of her. She started shaking as pulse after pulse began to fill her.

"Fuck." She drew the word out.

"Yeah." Harry agreed.

Emily rested atop in. Enjoying the sensation of being filled with his cum. Her eyes drifted closed as she felt her entire body relax. His cock slowly started to deflate inside her. After a moment it slipped out, followed by a dribble of cum.

She sighed and patted his chest. "It was nice to meet you, Harry."

"It was nice to meet you too, Emily." Harry chuckled.

After a moment her eyes snapped open. She sat up, looking from his cum covered cock to her leaking pussy.

"Oh shit." She gasped. "Oh shit."

"What?" Harry sat up as well.

"You came in me." She motioned to the space between them.

"Yeah." Harry nodded. "I asked you where you wanted it."

"Fuck." Emily dropped back to the bed. "You fucked me too good."

"Thanks?" Harry said after a moment.

"You do realize what happens when you cum in a girl, right?" She glared up at him. "There was sex education on your school?"

"Now that you mention it, no." Harry cocked his head to the side. "You'd think there would be." He waved the thought away. "Yes. I know what happens."

He paused.

"Oh." Harry looked down at the substantial amount of cum between her legs. "Fuck."

"Yes, fuck." She shook her head.

"It's not for certain." Harry offered.

"Getting knocked up by a fifteen-year-old was not part of my plans." Emily groaned.

"We don't know if you're knocked up." Harry pulled her into a hug.

She rested her head on his shoulder. "We'll know in a couple of weeks."

"I won't be here by then." Harry said slowly. "I have a court date in a few days. After that I will probably be gone until next summer."

"How do I get in touch with you then?" She looked at him, a slight panic was settling in her voice.

"We're not allowed phone calls." Harry whispered. "I can figure something out. There are secret passages all over the place that the staff don't know about."

"Secret passages?" She raised her eyebrows.

"It's in an old castle in Scotland." Harry rolled his eyes. "A couple of guys I know make a killing each year smuggling in booze and stuff. They showed me a few ways to get out."

"So, you'll sneak out of this castle and call me?" Emily scoffed. "I thought the prince was supposed to rescue the damsel from the castle."

"I'm no prince." He gave her his best roguish smile.

"Don't give me that smile." She smiled at him. "I don't want to jump you again."

"This smile?" He looked into her eyes and gave her another.

Emily giggled.

"You can write me." Harry said after a moment.

"That's a lot slower than a phone call." She sighed.

Harry took a deep breath. He was already in trouble with the Ministry.

"Give the letter to Mrs. Figg." Harry explained. "She knows how to get in touch with me."

"Mrs. Figg? The strange lady at the end of the street?" Emily stared at him flatly. "You're going to have to get more creative if you're trying to get rid of me."

"Turns out she knows the headmaster at the school." Harry shrugged. "She can get a letter to me fast."

"Fine." She took a breath and let it out. "I'll send you a letter if something comes up."

"You can send one either way." Harry bumped her shoulder with his.

Emily looked him over. The hunger was starting to build in her eyes again.

"Get your pants on and go home." She laughed. "One load of your cum is enough for today."

"There are other options." Harry leaned in, placing a linger kiss on her neck.

"Tempting." She moaned. "But I have other things to do today."

"I'll be in the neighborhood for a few more days at least." Harry slipped out of bed. "I would love to spend some more time with you."

"I'm sure you would." She flopped back onto her bed.

Harry took a moment to appreciate the view.

"We'll see." Emily said after a moment. "I do have a job, you know."

"I didn't." Harry countered as he founded his shirt. "Where?"

"Café down by the bank." She answered propping herself up on her elbows.

"I might start drinking coffee then." Harry winked at her.

"Out of here, lover-boy." Emily shook her head.

Harry finished getting dressed. He moved to the bed and gave her a long, hungry kiss. She was quick to return the passion.

"It was nice meeting you, Emily." Harry whispered, keeping his forehead pressed against hers.

"You said that already." She whispered back.

She gave him a quick peck on the lips. For some reason that made him blush. He felt all the confidence drain out of his body and was reduced to little kid with a school-yard crush. Harry turned away, trying to hide his sudden shyness. He gave her a small wave before stepping out of her room.

Harry felt much better. The energy building inside of him was still there, but it felt more manageable. He would have loved someone to talk to, but that would require people to actually trust him. Harry shook off that train of thought. He wasn't going to let that get to him right now. Right now, he would focus on the positive. Since last night he had lost his virginity and had sex with two women. That was pretty damn awesome.

5.

Harry had a wide smile as he walked along the street. It was a short trip to town. He could feel the energy building in his chest again. At the moment his hunger was more pressing. He wasn't quite sure what was going on. Harry didn't think he was bad looking, but he doubted he could seduce two older women. Arabella kind of made sense. Life or death situations brought out the horniness in people. Emily though, she seemed interested in his 'delinquent' image. Still, that didn't explain the surprise sex.

The only thing that had changed recently was the dementor attack. Whatever happened with them had to be the cause. It wasn't until them that he felt the energy building. Did that have to do with him being lucky with women? He needed to know more before he could make an educated guess.

Harry paused. Where the hell had that come from?

His mind was clearer too. It was like a fog had been lifted. The Scientific Method. Observation, Hypothesis, Experimentation, and Conclusion. He could remember Mr. Swope teaching that in science class when he was ten. It was five years ago, and he could picture that weird green sweater then man liked to wear.

"Observation." He said to himself. "Something has changed. Hypothesis. The dementor sucking out my soul caused it. Experiment. How the hell do I experiment? I can't exactly track down a dementor expert if one even exists."

Harry continued to walk for a bit longer.

"New hypothesis." Harry continued. "This change has increased my influence on women. Experiment. Talk to a woman who doesn't know me at all."

Further experiments would have to wait until after he had some food. Harry walked into the town proper. He saw a familiar golden M and headed for it. Harry hadn't ever had McDonalds. He'd seen commercials and heard Dudley brag about it, but that was it.

Harry stepped into the lobby. He took a moment to enjoy the rush of cold air and the smell of fresh food that came with it. Hermione would probably scold him for being here. That would mean she'd actually have to talk to him to find out though. He shook the sour thought away. There were more important things to focus on. Like the cute girl at the register.

She wore a red polo shirt with black slacks, like the rest of the workers. Her black hair was pulled back into a ponytail allowing him to see her full face. She had caramel colored skin and brown eyes. Her expression was one of tired boredom.

A fake smile slid into place as he approached the counter. Her nametag said Candice.

"What can I get for you today?" She asked.

"I've never been here before." Harry leaned in and spoke softly. "Do you recommend anything?"

"Seriously?" She looked him over. "I've heard better lines."

Harry laughed. "I don't doubt that. Honestly though, never been here."

Candice studied him for a second. She shrugged.

"The nuggets are good when they're fresh." She said. "The quarter-pounder is always a bit dry, even with sauce, and the Big Mac is just a burger with Thousand Island."

"So, you're telling me I should try the Chinese place down the way?" Harry gave her a smile.

"Good call." She nodded. "If you're not in a rush."

"I've got plenty of time today." Harry stepped away from the counter. He paused. "Would you like to join me?"

"So, it was a line?" She arced an eyebrow at him.

"No." Harry shook his head. "If lips had names, yours would be Honey. That's a line. I am asking if you would like to join me for lunch."

Harry did his best to hide the surprise at his own words. He had never been confident when talking to girls, but he could get used to this.

Candice tapped her chin in thought. "I get off in half an hour. I'll think about joining you."

"I'll think about waiting." He shot her the smile that Emily had warned him about. "I'm Harry, by the way."

"Candy." She replied. "I like egg rolls."

Harry waved at her as he left. The energy wasn't causing any extra pressure. He felt mostly normal, aside from the boost in confidence. The fact that he had sex with a hot girl a couple of hours ago could have helped with that. There were too many variables to get an answer. Screw the experiment, he just asked a girl on a date. She hadn't said yes, but she hadn't said no either.

He made it to the Chinese place. An older woman stood behind a long counter and watched him approach. Harry found it a little funny that the woman was white. A quick look into the dining room beyond showed that there wasn't anyone of Chinese descent among them.

"Table for one?" She asked.

"Possibly two." Harry smiled at her.

"It's a thirty-minute wait." The woman motioned to a small seating area tucked off to the side.

There were a couple of groups of people waiting.

"That works for me." He nodded.

"Name?" She asked.

"Harry." He replied.

Harry walked over to join the others. He noticed the person closest to him sniff the air. The guy shifted a step away from him. Harry realized that he probably smelled like sex. His wand was in his room, even then he couldn't cast any cleaning charms in public. A quick chill ran from the top of his head down to his feet. The smell around him disappeared and the steady increase of pressure eased for a moment.

It didn't take a genius to see the connection. The pressure was linked to his magic. It seemed that he was tapping into it without even realizing it. He wondered if he could actually use it. Guide the magic like he did with his wand.

Harry looked around the room for something to try. He couldn't cast Lumos in a crowded room. The next spell that came to mind was levitation. He would need to be careful. A bowl of individually wrapped mints caught his eye. It sat on the counter near the cash register.

He focused on it. In his mind he recreated the swish and flick motion. The bowl wobbled as it lifted a few inches into the air. He could feel the pressure relax a bit more. Harry stopped the spell making the bowl clatter loudly against the counter. That was easier than when he used his wand. That was a bit of a relief. If the ministry decided to snap his wand, he could still do magic.

Everyone in the lobby stared at the bowl. The people nearby whispered. No one looked at him. He thought for a moment a letter was going to appear charging him with using magic around muggles. Nothing happened. It seemed they couldn't trace wandless magic. That begged the question of how they knew he used it last night.

Harry knew he should be careful. People had already noticed the bowl. If he kept it up, then they were sure to get freaked out. Though, if that happened, he might get a table faster. Plus, the levitation charm was one of the weaker spells out there.

He needed to do something that wasn't as obvious. Harry thought for a moment, running through his limited selection of spells. He needed something on the complicated side of things. Geminio would work. The duplication charm required a good amount of energy and focus. Now he just needed to find something to use it on.

Harry found his target when he saw a stack of take-out menus. The texture of the paper, the complexity of the text, and getting the tri-fold right was the perfect challenge.

He focused on the top one, casting the spell in his head. The pile of menus toppled over as another stack materialized atop the current one. He barely felt the pressure now. The more complex the spell, the more the pressure relaxed. It was his magic that was causing it. Something was making it build up and he needed to find release.

If he paid attention to the pressure, then it shouldn't be a problem. His magic was building up at a slow, steady pace. He could find little ways to release it before it got to be too much.

Harry chuckled quietly. His life was a strange one, even for a wizard.

"You waited for me?"

His thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice. He turned to see Candy standing nearby. She had swapped out her work shirt for a bright blue tank top. His mouth went dry as he looked her over. The black strap of her bra caught his attention, drawing his eyes to trace her graceful neck before dropping lower to her shapely breasts.

"Whoever designed that uniform should be arrested." Harry said with a smile.

"They could share a cell with whoever got you those clothes." Candy shot back.

"Harry. Party of two." A waitress said from the entry to the dining area.

"Perfect timing." Harry stood and offered his hand.

Candy looked at it and smiled. She took it before they followed the waitress to a small table tucked in the back. Harry pulled out her seat. She gave him an amused smile before sitting.

"So…" She studied him as they sat. "Have you been here before?"

Harry shook his head. "I've only seen it in passing."

"Two new places for you." Candy arced an eyebrow. "You don't get out much?"

"I'm only here for a couple of months a year." Harry replied. "I go to a boarding school."

"And you dress like that?" She asked leaning back in her chair.

Harry shrugged. "I could do with some fresh clothes. It didn't feel worth the time since I have to wear a uniform when I'm at school."

"Do you have any plans for today?" She asked.

Harry shook his head.

Their conversation was interrupted as a waitress appeared. She took their orders with the tired efficiency that came with a long shift.

"I can take you shopping if you've got the cash." She leaned forward giving him a glimpse of her cleavage.

Harry pulled his money from his pocket. He counted it out then slipped it back into his pocket. "Three hundred and seven pounds."

"And you just walk around with that?" Candy shook her head.

"Not usually." Harry confessed. "I've been stashing money for a bit."

"Why did you stop?" She asked.

Harry sighed. "That is a very long story I don't want to start."

"Fair enough." Candy studied him. "What stories do you want to tell?"

"How about your story?" Harry leaned forward. "Do you live around here?"

"My family has a place in town. You?" She asked.

"Privet Drive." Harry replied.

"Ew."

"I know." Harry chuckled. "Brothers and sisters?"

"One younger brother." She answered. "Mom did a runner when he was two. It's just me, my dad, and him. He's finally old enough to be on his own. What about you?"

"I'm old enough to be on my own." Harry said with a grin.

"Smart ass." Candy laughed.

"Only child." Harry said after a moment. "What's your brother's name?"

"Tim." She smiled for a brief moment when she said it.

"How old is he?" He asked.

"Ten." She replied. "What do your parents do for a living?"

Harry's face dropped. "What does your dad do?"

Candy studied him. She took in his second-hand clothes, the casual tension in his posture, and the way his eyes scanned the area every so often.

"Hm." She tapped the edge of her glass.

"I live with relatives." Harry added. "Another story I'd rather not start."

"Seems to be a theme with you." She took a sip of her drink. "My dad is an accountant in a firm. Why don't you want to talk about things?"

Harry sighed. "I've got a reputation in the neighborhood. I was hoping to get to know someone without it hanging over my head."

She put down her glass. "Should I be worried?"

"What's that line?" Harry scrunched up his face in thought. "Ask a person if they're evil. If they say no, then you know they are."

"That doesn't fill me with confidence." She subtly scooted away from him.

Harry sighed. "Have you heard of Dudley Dursley?"

"Ponce who thinks he's a gangster." Candy nodded. "He comes in a few times a week acting tough."

"He is my cousin." Harry leaned forward, resting on his elbows. "His parents think he walks on water so anything that goes wrong is my fault. They spread that around and suddenly every thinks I'm trouble."

"That can't be all." She stirred her drink with her straw.

"Trouble has a way of finding me." Harry admitted.

"Hiding it doesn't make me want to hang out with you." Candy took another sip, holding eye contact with him.

"Sorry." Harry let out a long sigh. "The last girl I talked to was really interested in me being the 'bad boy' type. It didn't last long once she realize I wasn't trouble."

"Ah." Candy nodded. "I'm not looking for trouble."

The conversation stopped as the food arrived. Candy walked him through the various dishes. Harry paid the tab with a good tip, and they stayed at the table to settle their stomachs.

"That was good." Harry sighed. "I'm going to have to come here again."

"They don't have anything like this at your boarding school?" Candy asked.

"It's in Scotland." Harry laughed. "I doubt they know what sweet and sour chicken is."

"Scotland? Fancy." Candy inclined her head a touch.

"It's in a castle too." Harry smiled at her.

"Oh?"

"Complete with hidden passages and old stonework that can't keep the cold out." Harry added. "It's not as fancy as it sounds. My parents went there, mom was a scholarship student. They set one up for me when I got old enough."

"Sounds fancy enough to me." Candy replied.

"The view is amazing." Harry nodded. "It looks like something out of a fairy tale. On the outside. Once you're inside you realize that there's a reason people don't live in castles anymore. There are staircases that you have to avoid, corridors that haven't been used in years for good reason, and they found a snakes nest in one of the bathrooms. It had been there for a while. We're also in the middle of nowhere. There's one village nearby and there isn't even a streetlight, let alone a phone. "

Candy laughed.

"Ready to go shopping?" She asked.

"Are you sure?" Harry asked.

"I'm a good judge of character." Candy stood up and waited for him. "And you desperately need new clothes."

6.

Two hours, three stores, and a significant portion of his cash later Harry was starting to feel the build pressure again. He tried to focus on the feeling. If he could identify the location, maybe he could figure out more about it.

That would have to wait. Candy had been a knowledgeable and energetic shopping assistant. So far, he had three new pairs of jeans, a new set of sneakers, five casual shirts, and a couple pairs of slacks and nice shirts to pair with them.

Harry had no idea there were so many clothing stores nearby.

"One last stop, then we can toss those clothes in the trash where they belong." Candy said leading him into a store that had more of a casual collection.

"I already have jeans." Harry said as he followed her farther in.

"But you don't have these." Candy stopped in front of a display with various style of underwear.

She turned around and looked him over. Harry knew what she was doing now. She was sizing him up, putting together what she knew about him and adjusting a selection of wardrobe to match. Candy hadn't led him wrong yet.

"Boxers are good, but if it's as cold as you say, boxer briefs are better." Candy plucked a couple of them from the rack. "They don't usually let you try those on. We'll have to buy them, but we need to get the right size. The changing room is over there. I'll grab you some socks now that I know your shoe size."

Harry sighed, taking the offered clothes before heading into the changing room. It was more of a booth with a small bench and a curtain for a door. He had seen a few variations of them in the last hour. Yet again, he stripped down to his underwear. The ones he was wearing were tighty-whities that were a few sizes too big, just like the rest of his outfit. He yelped in shock as a package of socks sailed over the closed curtain. A moment later Candy's quick hands pulled the discarded clothes out of the stall.

"Hey." Harry poked his head out. "What am I supposed to wear?"

Candy dug through the bags of clothes. She placed a complete outfit on a chair nearby.

"Fresh clothes, all the way down." She gave him a hard look.

"Fine." Harry huffed.

He untied the knot on the waistband, dropping the tighty-whities to the floor. Candy pulled them out as soon as they cleared his feet.

"Holy shit!" She gasped. "How did you keep these up?"

"I cut the stretchy band and turned it into a cord to tighten them." Harry explained.

He looked between the two new boxers. One was a size medium and the other was a small. Harry was a little annoyed. He knew he would never be as tall as Ron or something more solid like Goyle. His nimble build was great for being a Seeker. It just didn't do much for his confidence.

Harry shook the thought away. Regardless, he had gotten laid a couple of times in the last twenty-four hours. That had to say something.

"Are you done?" Candy asked poking her head in.

Harry turned to face her. "What are you doing?"

Candy took in his body, trailing down his torso before stopping below his waist.

"Uh." She blinked a couple of times. "You're naked."

"Yes." Harry nodded. He held up the two sizes of boxer-briefs. "I was trying to decide which to try on first."

Harry chuckled as she retreated. He squeaked in shock as she popped back, this time stepping completely into the changing room.

"Well." She motioned to the underwear he was holding. "Let's see."

It was his turn to pause. He shook his head and slipped on the size small. They were much too tight. Cindy seemed to notice as well. Harry had to shimmy out of them.

"Here." Cindy hunched over then grabbed the bottom of the fabric that was hugging his legs. She stretched them out, popping the seams. "Is that better?"

Harry couldn't help but notice that she hadn't moved away. In this position she was almost touching him. He could feel her breath on his lower stomach. The angle also gave a wonderful view of her cleavage. His cock throbbed in time with his heartbeat, growing harder with each pulse.

"Oh." Cindy looked down.

The tip of his dick was almost touching her cheek. She straightened up. In the tight space there wasn't much room to move which meant she was still close enough to feel his body heat. Her hand reached out, stopping short of touching his hardness.

"Um." She blushed. "This was not the plan."

"What was the plan?" Harry asked as he reached out for her.

He trailed the ghost of a touch along her neck, not making contact but close enough to feel. Candy gasped, leaning into his hand. Her skin was soft and smooth against his fingertips.

"Have lunch." She whispered. "Get to know you. Maybe give you my number."

"Seeing me naked changed all that?" Harry shifted his touch, subtly angling her mouth toward his.

"It didn't hurt." She giggled. "You are just too damn sweet. You pulled out the chair for me like it was the obvious thing to do, not like you were trying to impress me. Don't think I didn't notice you slipping that blouse onto the counter in the last store."

"Maybe liked the pattern." Harry gave her a small grin.

"It had nothing to do with me saying it was pretty?" She scoffed. "You answered all my questions, listened to me, took my advice, and those eyes. Damn, I could stare into your eyes for hours."

Candy stole a quick kiss. Harry returned the favor. Soon their kisses grew deeper. Harry paused when the flat of her hands found his chest. He looked into her eyes, waiting to see if she would push him away. One hand snaked around his back and the other pulled him closer for a long kiss.

They broke apart, both breathing hard. She looked down at his member as it was pressed against her stomach. Her hand disappeared from his back. Candy circled the head of his cock with her fingers before stroking his length. Harry leaned his head back and groaned.

"This isn't your first time." She stated.

Harry shook his head. He captured her lips to stifle his moans.

"Do you have protection?" Candy asked.

"No." He breathed.

"I can't get pregnant." She said, continuing to stroke him steadily. "Do you hear me? You're sweet but if you knock me up, I will kill you."

"Don't think you can get pregnant from a hand job." Harry managed a small laugh.

Her hand stopped stroking him. He let out a small sound somewhere between a groan and a whine. Candy dropped her pants, she turned around, bracing herself against the wall. She looked over her shoulder at him. Harry took a moment to appreciate the wonderful sight of her tight ass.

Harry dropped to his knees. He spread her cheeks and began to lick her with fast, long strokes. Candy yelped in shock as he concentrated on her tight asshole. She bucked as she felt him begin to stroke her pussy with his hand. His fingers explored her lips, spreading her wetness along her slit. She covered her mouth with her hands as he began to slide a finger into her cunt.

"Just to let you know." Harry said, momentarily pausing his assault on her ass. "If I do put a baby in you. I'm rich."

Candy just nodded. Her mind was swimming in pleasure.

"Like, stupid rich." Harry slipped a thoroughly soaked finger into her ass. "Buy you a car with a matching house, rich. In a neighborhood filled with all the women I've knocked up, rich."

"Fuuuuck." She moaned.

Harry slid another finger into her ass, slowly stretching it. His other hand found her clit and began to work it in time with the first. She reached back, grasping a handful of his hair and pulling his face back between her legs.

His shifted his fingers, renewing his attack on her puckered hole. Candy screamed into her hands. Her body jerked, pushing her ass harder against his face. Harry slowed but kept on licking and finger fucking her through her orgasm. Candy leaned against the wall for support once her body calmed down. Harry stood, pressing himself against her back. He tapped the head of his cock on her tailbone.

"Or I could just fuck you in the ass." He growled.

Harry gripped her hips, tilting her back towards him. He pressed the crown of his cock against her slippery rosebud.

"Go slow." She breathed.

They moaned in unison as Harry pushed forward. He let her adjust before moving a little more. Her breath came in short, rapid bursts as he pushed deeper into her. She opened and closed her mouth, but no words came out.

"FUCK." She finally managed to say.

Harry felt her ass rest against him. "Yeah."

He kissed her shoulder and along her neck. Candy shivered under his touch. Each kiss sent a bolt of pleasure through her body. She could feel his heartbeat as his cock throbbed. A sound like a hiccup escaped her lips as he pulled back.

His hand left her hips. One worked under her shirt, seeking out her breasts. The other slid between her legs, gently stroking her clit. She couldn't help it. Her head leaned back, resting against him, and she let out a loud moan. His questing hand lifted her bra out of the way and began to roll one of her hard nipples between his deft fingers.

Harry kept his pace slow and steady as he drove her to another orgasm. He bit down on her shoulder. The contact sent her over the edge. Her body shook against him. Harry began to piston into her faster. Pushing her to cum over and again.

Harry pressed his lips against the crook of her neck. Muffling his own yell as he let loose inside of her. Candy jolted against him as rope after rope filled her up. Harry leaned into her, pressing her against the wall as he felt his strength begin to fade.

They were both covered in sweat and breathing hard. Harry carefully pulled out of her, allowing a stream of cum to escape down her legs.

"Next time that will be in your pussy." Harry whispered in her ear.

Candy shuddered. She nodded in silent agreement. "We… we should get dressed."

Harry picked up the discarded boxer-briefs. He used them to clean up the streaks of cum dripping down her legs. Candy giggled.

"I have to buy them already." Harry smiled at her.

He got dressed in the outfit that she had picked out for him. Socks and underwear included. They stepped out of the dressing room to see a rather annoyed looking salesclerk. Harry grabbed a stack of size medium as they walked back to the counter. The clerk glared at him.

"Did you find everything you needed?" The clerk asked.

He set all of his cash next to them.

"For the trouble." Harry slid it over to the clerk.

The clerk looked down at the cash. They silently counted out the money before turning their attention back to Harry. The clerk gave him a bright smile.

"Come back anytime." The clerk said.

Harry carried the bags as Cindy walked unsteadily down the street. She leaned up against him every few steps. Her cheeks heated up every time she looked at him. They came to a stop in the front of a small housing complex.

"This is me." She said softly.

Harry took the blue blouse out from one of the bags. "I got this as a thank you for helping me today."

"It's nice." Candy held it but didn't look at him.

"It was nice meeting you." Harry set down his bags.

He held his arms out for a hug. She stepped up, wrapping her arms around him tightly.

"When will I see you again?" Candy whispered.

"I'm heading back to school in a couple of days." Harry stroked her back as he spoke. "There's a lady in my neighborhood. Her name is Mrs. Figg. She knows how to get letters to me faster than normal. I'd like it if you could write me this year."

She nodded. "Why are you heading back so soon?"

Harry stepped back, rubbing the back of his neck. "I kind of have a court date that I have to make and then I'm leaving from there."

"I thought you said you weren't trouble." She shot him a hard look.

"Trouble has a way of finding me." Harry gave her a shy smile. "It's not a big deal. Worst case scenario, I'm back in town a lot sooner than I thought."

Candy arced an eyebrow at him.

"Boarding school would kick me out if I have a criminal record." Harry explained.

"That sounds like a big deal." She replied.

"I can get private tutors. Or move to another country." Harry leaned in, dropping his voice low so only she could hear. "I don't know if you heard me while my cock was in your ass. I'm rich."

Candy hit him on the shoulder. "Guys say a lot of things in the heat of the moment."

Harry stole a quick kiss. "Thank you for taking me shopping."

7.

Harry felt wonderful as he walked back to Privet Drive. There wasn't the slightest bit of building pressure, and he was in an amazing mood. Not even his relatives could bother him. He practically skipped up the stairs and loaded his new clothes into his trunk. Petunia, Vernon, and Dudley didn't pay him any more attention than this morning. It seemed like the three of them had gotten together and agreed to pretend he didn't exist. Harry was more than happy with this development.

He headed back out once his things were put away. Just like this morning, his first stop was Mrs. Figg. He knocked on the door and waited. The woman opened it this time, but still kept her distance. Harry took in her muggle disguise. Her curlers and pajama combo did a good job of hiding her figure.

"Arabella." Harry said smoothly.

She shuddered.

"I have a favor to ask." Harry continued. "I've made a couple of friends recently. They may want to contact me over the school year. I told them they can drop the letters off with you." He leaned closer. "If that's an issue, I'm sure we can come to some sort of arrangement."

She gulped. "No problem at all Harry."

"Thank you, Arabella." Harry replied. "I could make you dinner tonight if you'd like."

Arabella Figg drank in the sight of him. She wasn't a teenager anymore. Her body didn't seem to know that right now. She managed to shake her head.

"I had a lovely time, Harry." She said. "I'm just not sure we should continue."

Harry let out a small sigh and nodded. "You know where I am if you change your mind."

With that completed he headed back to his room. He watched Hedwig sleep for a few minutes. He wondered how Emily and Candy would react to mail delivered by owl. Was there a way to deliver it via muggle mail? He needed to ask about that.

Harry sat at his desk. He pulled out a couple of pieces of parchment. Harry wrote a quick message to Hermione; he decided not to tell her amount the dementor attack. She hadn't told him anything important this summer, so it felt silly to tell her something that big. He did mention his shopping trip and trying Chinese for the first time. Harry left out the part about the building pressure that seemed attached to his magic. If they were going to leave him isolated for the entire summer, then he was going to solve this on his own.

Once he was finished with that, he wrote a message to Ron about the girls that he had met. He did not mentioned that he had sex with them, just that they were attractive, and he flirted with them. He also told him about the Chinese food and told him they desperately needed to get some at Hogwarts.

After that he wrote a long message to Sirius. He told him about the girls and what had happened with them. Harry didn't go into details, but it felt nice to be able to tell someone.

All three letters were casual, not a hint of the bigger issues at hand. If someone other than his friends and his godfather were to read them, and he was pretty sure someone would, there wasn't anything to be learned. Now that he thought about it, they were probably doing the same thing.

Harry sat back and thought for on that. There was obviously something going on that they weren't telling him. Instead of taking him somewhere safe, they had left him with his relatives. Even a simple message like 'important stuff happening, not safe to talk about it' would have been nice. At least then he'd know that they weren't ignoring him.

The entire situation could have been avoided if they had just let him go with Sirius. Harry knew that wasn't possible why his godfather was a wanted man. The Weasleys were an option though. He could have spent the summer with them. Hell, he would have gladly paid for room and board too. If Dumbledore was so set on him going back to the muggle world, then there was always Hermione. He didn't know her parents all that well, but he'd gladly sleep in a tent in their backyard if required.

Harry took off his glasses and lightly squeezed the bridge of his nose. It was hard to trust anyone in the wizarding world when he thought about it. The ministry had thrown Hagrid in Azkaban without real evidence and Sirius never got a trial. Dumbledore wasn't any better. With all his influence and power, he let these things just happen. He could have at least spoke up in defense of Hagrid. If nothing else, the half-giant should be allowed to have a new wand once they figured out that he wasn't responsible for Myrtle's death all those years ago.

The fact that Dumbledore claimed that Hogwarts was the safest place in the world only to have something happen every year for the last four years was worrisome as well. If the school was so protected, then how did a possessed teacher not set off any alarms? How were multiple students petrified and no one thought to purchase the ingredients elsewhere? Who in their right mind thought that sending an army of soul-sucking monsters to a school was a good idea? What type of person didn't even notice when one of their longtime friends had been replaced?

Now that he thought about it, why didn't Dumbledore stick up for him last year? Clearly there was no way that Harry could have put his own name in the goblet. Instead, the headmaster had let Harry deal with almost the entire school turning against him.

Again.

Harry could understand the Heir to Slytherin thing. Everyone was scared and Harry being able to talk to snakes was just too much of a coincidence. From the outside it was easy to see the reasons. It didn't make the memories hurt any less, but he could understand.

With the goblet, though, it made no sense. He was a middling student; how could he have somehow found a way to cross the age line? Harry flat out stated that he wouldn't put his name in even if he was old enough.

Harry looked at the three letters. Maybe he shouldn't be surprised that Ron wasn't writing him. He crumpled the letter to Ron and tossed it in the trash.

"Hedwig." Harry called gently.

"Hm?" She replied.

"I have a couple of letters for you once you're awake." Harry said. "I'm going to head downstairs and make you some food before you go."

"Mm-hm." Hedwig settled back to sleep.

Harry went down to the kitchen. He fried some bacon for her and came back to find her wide awake.

"My love." She cooed. "You are a wonderful companion."

"So are you." Harry smiled at her. "I've got two letters for you. One for Hermione and one for Sirius. I hope they're not too far from each other. I've got extra bacon for you once you get back."

Harry held up a piece. She took it and happily ate one.

"It's not a long trip at all." Hedwig snagged another piece while he went to get the letters. "They are in the city together."

Harry froze. "What?"

"The house is one that I can see, but not see." She explained. "It's unclear in my memory. I know where I'm going when I look for them."

"They're in the same house?" Harry asked.

"The red ones as well." Hedwig held out her leg.

Harry absently tied the two letters in place. "Thank you. Fly safe."

"Of course, my love." She bonked his forehead with her own then flew out through the window.

Harry dropped heavily into the chair. Hermione and Sirius were together, in the city. He could be there in an hour or two depending on the traffic. If he took the Night Bus, he'd be there in a matter of minutes. The red ones had to be the Weasleys. They were all together.

Without him.

Thinking about things had tinted his good mood with some frustration. Still, getting laid three times each with a different girl, made the happiness stick around even through it.

They were all together. Safe. While he was discarded again.

Happiness mingled with frustration vanished. Burning anger took its place. Someone had sent Dementors after him while he was surrounded by muggles. If it weren't for some freak accident, he'd be some soulless vegetable right now. Now his magic was going haywire and there was no one who could help him figure things out.

He was going through this alone, and yet his friends, his surrogate family, his godfather, were together.

The rage died down leaving him hollow. He was alone. Harry looked around the shabby room. His eyes drifted until they settled on his trunk. Most likely Hermione would scold him about spending too much money and Ron would get jealous of the new clothes. He hadn't spent enough time with Sirius to know how he would react. Mrs. Weasley would probably try to dress him. Mr. Weasley would ask him about how the clothes were made. The twins, he wasn't sure about. He wasn't sure if Ginny could even speak to him in full sentences.

Harry pulled himself back up to his feet. He needed to get his mind off things.

8.

The last time he spoke to her Arabella had made it clear she wasn't going to let him in. He didn't think talking to Candy again work since they had ended their date an hour or so ago. It was very tempting to call the Night Bus and hop over to the Leaky. The only thing that stopped him were the notices from the Ministry charging him with some bogus crime. He could see them grabbing him off the street if he went to Diagon Alley. That left him with the muggle area to explore. Dumbledore wanted him to stay put. Too fucking bad for that.

Harry stepped outside. He scanned the street before him. There were supposed to be someone watching him. Was there someone there now? They could be using an invisibility cloak, or a spell he didn't know. It was time to do something stupid.

Harry drew his wand. "Come out now, or I'm calling the Night Bus."

Nothing.

He pointed the wand up. "Lu-"

"Stop, stop, I'm right here." A voice called out from nearby.

The rippling of clothe shifted to expose a young woman. She looked to be in her twenties. Her clothes were the usual wizarding robes if a bit understated. They looked like they would be comfortable to move around in.

"What are you doing?" She asked as she walked closer to him.

Her shoulder length black hair swayed as she walked. Brown eyes with flecks of amber stared at him. She was attractive. Somewhere beyond cute but not beautiful.

"I need someone to talk to." Harry put his wand away.

"Talk to one of your new girlfriends." She rolled her eyes.

"What's your name?" He asked.

"Hestia." She replied.

"Well, Hestia, they are both muggles and I can't talk about magical things with them without someone popping up and wiping their memories." He crossed his arms.

"Fair point." She sighed. "Fine, let's talk."

"I would invite you in, but I hate those people." Harry said unemotionally. "Do you know a place that's not out in the open?"

Hestia grumbled something he couldn't make out. She motioned for him to follow. A short distance later she stopped near a thick red post box. She pressed her wand into a screw on the side. It popped and swung open.

"Come on." Hestia waved him over. "You go first."

Harry hunched over and stepped through. He found himself standing in the doorway of what looked like an office breakroom. There was a couch, a small café style table with a couple of chairs, and a small stove. Along the far wall was a doorway blocked off with a curtain.

Hestia stepped in behind him. She closed the door, tapping it in a pattern he didn't catch. Harry cleared his throat, trying to push the feeling of pressure building to the back of his mind.

"What's this?" Harry waved a hand at the room.

"We have to eat sometime." Hestia shrugged. "Can't have a string of random people using Figg's place to whip up a meal or other things."

Harry crossed over to the couch and flopped down. "This is more comfortable than my bed."

"Those muggles are something else." Hestia sat on the other end of the couch, turning to face him. "What do you need to talk about?"

"I figured a couple of things out and I needed to talk." Harry said. "My friends aren't writing to me. When they do, they don't tell me anything. I wrote them today and returned the favor. Not telling them everything, that is. I didn't want someone reading it and finding out something private. That made me think that they are doing the same thing."

Hestia nodded. "Solid logic."

"Thank you." Harry gave her a short smile. "I can understand that. It's annoying, but I understand. Then I found out that my friends are all together. Not only that, but they're close."

"How did you find that out?" She tensed.

"Magic." Harry rolled his eyes. "You knew?"

Hestia nodded.

"Everyone knows what's going on except for me." Harry leaned backwards, setting his head against the back of the couch and looking up at the ceiling. "I got attacked by dementors for fucks sake and the only person here who knew what was going on was Arabella."

"You were attacked by dementors!?" Hestia yelled.

"Two of them." Harry held up two fingers and wiggled them. "They came after me and my cousin."

"What happened?"

"One of them kissed me and then they exploded." Harry shrugged.

"No one has ever been kissed by a dementor and lived." Hestia stared at him like he had sprouted horns.

Harry pointed to his scar. "I do that a lot."

She seemed to be stuck just staring at him. After a moment her brain caught up to the present. Harry was too focused on the steady increase of the pressure to notice. Something was making it gather faster than normal.

"I get it that you're upset about your friends." Hestia placed a gentle hand on his knee. "But they're doing this to protect you."

"Dementors." Harry replied.

Hestia gave a solemn nod. Her expression brightened for a moment.

"What about your new girlfriends?" She asked. "That's pretty amazing."

"Not sure they're my girlfriends." Harry continued to look at the ceiling. "We didn't really talk about it. I've got that trial coming up and after that it's not long before school starts. Assuming I don't get expelled." He let out a dry laugh. "I killed a professor in my first year. You'd think that would have gotten me expelled."

"You killed…?" Hestia spoke slowly.

"Voldermort possessed a professor and was using him to try to steal the Philosopher's Stone." Harry explained lazily. "I stopped him. It wasn't as epic as it sounds. He turned to ash when he touched me."

He closed his eyes, trying to think of a way to vent the building magic.

"Oh." Hestia said.

She opened her mouth a couple of times to say something, then stopped herself. Harry noticed her hand was still on his knee. In fact, during her internal dialogue it was creeping higher.

Harry paused. That was an interesting development. He 'vented' more of the growing pressure of his magic. Hestia shivered beside him. Her hand drifted higher on his leg. Soon her fingers were stroking along the length of his hardening member.

"That feels nice." Harry whispered.

Hestia paused. She looked down to see what her hand was doing. Her eyes traced along the shape of his cock. This was the part where she should pull away and apologize. Hestia moved her hand higher, unbuttoning his pants.

"This will feel better." She cooed.

Hestia slid in front of him, pulling his pants down around his ankles, as she kneeled on the ground. She expertly stroked him to full hardness. Her hand traveled along his shaft, admiring the shape and size. She didn't travel around with a ruler, or measuring tape, so she didn't know the exact length and girth. It was nice, not too big, definitely not small.

Harry leaned his head back, letting out a long moan as she licked his cock from base to tip. She planted wet kisses along the edge of his head before swirling her tongue around as well. Harry had lost all rational thought as Hestia took him into her mouth and started to bob.

Her hand cupped his sack, gently caressing the spot just beyond.

"Cumming." Harry managed to say.

Hestia increased her pace. His eyes rolled back in his head as he let loose. He let out a long, ragged breath as he felt her swallowing. She raised her mouth off of him, giving his tip a little kiss before she stood up.

The excess magical energy that had been building had backed off to a manageable level.

"Damn." Hestia sighed. "If I wasn't on duty, I'd take you for a ride."

Harry nodded, not really hearing the words.

"Now." She waved her wand, returning his pants to their original position. "I need you to head back inside. Arthur will be by in the morning to take you to headquarters."

Harry's legs wobbled as he stood. He managed to get back out to the street. Somehow, he found his way to his bedroom and passed out once he was horizontal.

9.

Arthur did not show up in the morning. Harry wanted to be surprised, but he couldn't muster up the feelings. Broken promises and leaving him in the dark were par for the course. He couldn't even be mad at Hestia, she seemed to believe it when she had told him.

Harry swung by Emily's place, but she was out. Arabella was gone as well, which was odd, but he hadn't paid much attention to her daily travels until recently. Candy was at work, but she wasn't going to get off for a few hours. Plus, she seemed a little shy around him. That made sense. He had all but promised to knock her up the next time they were together.

He made his way back to the house. For a brief moment he thought of trying to talk to the person on duty, whoever that was. It didn't seem worth it. Instead, he headed up to his room to wait for Hedwig. She had said it was a short trip so hopefully she would be back soon.

Around noon he was starting to get worried. Even if they had both written him long replies, which was highly unlikely, she should have been back by now. A couple of hours later he heard Petunia, Vernon, and Dudley leave. They didn't tell him where they were going, and he didn't care enough to ask.

The only good thing about the day was that the magical pressure was easily ignored. It wasn't until Harry purposefully paid attention to it that he could even feel it. He still had no real clue on what was happening. He was gathering magic and if he didn't release the pressure things would start happening. He certainly didn't intend on causing Hedwig to be able to speak to him.

Harry stretched out on his bed. He tried not to stare at the window, but that just made him want to look more. The sound of the backdoor being forcefully opened jolted him out of his thoughts. Harry slipped out of bed, he pressed himself against the wall near his door, and got his wand ready. He heard the sound of multiple feet coming up the stairs. Harry crouched down and waited. If there was one thing that living with Dudley had taught him, it was that the best way to avoid being hit was to be somewhere they didn't expect. He didn't know how many times he was saved from a punch to the face simply by ducking before entering a room.

"There are locks on the outside of the door." A muffled voice said.

"Then unlock them, Nymphadora." A gruff voice snapped.

"Don't call me that." The first snapped right back.

The gruff voice sounded familiar, but the cadence wasn't right. He heard the sound of the locks working a moment before the door opened. They got one step in the room before they felt Harry's wand press against their hip.

"Another step and we'll see what happens when I summon your lungs out your ass." Harry growled.

"Easy, Harry." Remus Lupin said from out in the hallway. "We're friends."

Harry looked up to see the person he had at wand point was a young woman with purple spiky hair.

"Wotcher, Harry." She smiled down at him. "Name's Tonks. Be nice if you pointed that wand somewhere else."

Harry relaxed. He stood up and slipped the wand into his back pocket.

"That's no place to put a wand." The gruff voice snapped. "Likely to blow off your backside with a rogue spell."

"When has that ever happened?" The purple haired girl asked.

"Professor Moody?" Harry asked finally placing the voice.

The voice sounded the same as the previous year, but at the same time it didn't. There were different inflections. A pause where there hadn't been. Harry had interacted with the false-Moody for the better part of a year, and he could already tell the difference within a couple of minutes. How did Dumbledore miss it?

"Not much of a professor." Moody grumbled. "Spent my teaching days locked in a trunk while a Death Eater pranced around looking like me."

"Where else should I put my wand?" Harry asked.

Moody glared at him, though that seemed to be his default expression. He reached into his jacket. They watched as his arm went too deep into a pocket. A moment later Moody held out a leather strap.

"Wand holster." Moody offered. "Goes on your forearm. Safe way to carry your wand and quick access."

"Thank you." Harry took it.

He blinked at he held it. There were wisps of smoke coming off of it.

"There's something different about this." Harry eyed it.

"Good eye, Potter." Moody growled. "Enchanted so only you can draw your wand."

Harry nodded appreciatively. He slipped it on his arm. The holster adjusted to fit on its own. Harry slid the wand into place. It was more comfortable that he had expected.

"Is this it?" The young woman asked.

While he had been talking to Moody, Tonks had gathered up his trunk.

"Hedwig." Harry answered quickly. "She hasn't come back yet."

"She's waiting for us." Remus spoke up from the hallway.

Harry pushed his anger down. They were the reason she hadn't returned.

Tonks shrunk the trunk. She waved him to go first. Moody stormed off down the stairs, Lupin a step behind him, with Harry and Tonks bringing up the rear. She stopped by a mirror hanging in the hall.

"Not sure purple is my color." She sighed. A moment later her hair shifted to pink. "Much better."

Harry stared at her. "How?"

"I'm a metamorphmagus." Tonks replied. "Kind of like a shapeshifter."

Harry followed them into the kitchen to find a few more people waiting for them. Hestia was among the group. She smiled at him and gave a little nod, which he returned.

"What's the plan?" Harry asked.

"We're taking you to the Order." Moody replied.

"I don't know what that means." Harry said slowly.

"The Order of the Phoenix." Remus explained. "It's a group of witches and wizards that Dumbledore assembled to push back against the Death Eater threat. Your parents, Sirius, and I were members in the last war."

His parents were killed, Sirius was tossed in prison, and Remus had been exiled in all but name. That didn't fill him with a confidence. Still, it was better than waiting around for another dementor attack.

"Are we taking a car?" Harry looked around at the group.

"Too easily tracked." Moody shook his head. "We're going on brooms. Fast. Silent. Minimal magical signature."

Moody handed out cloaks to everyone. Harry pulled his on instantly recognizing the look view from under an invisibility cloak. Moody then pulled out a bundle of sticks that he resized to reveal they were actually brooms. They had seen better years but were passable. Harry took one and kicked off.

If nothing else, he got to fly.

10.

Somehow, Moody had managed to make flying miserable. For a moment Harry was actually glad the man had been replaced. He probably would have made the school year unbearable. It really said something about Hogwarts that the best DADA teacher he'd had so far was an escaped Death Eater.

Harry's cloak had a thin film of frost on it. He was more than happy to hand the broom back to Moody. The old man traded it for a piece of paper.

"Read it." Moody grumbled.

Harry did. The row of houses in front of him stretched. Another home that hadn't been there a moment ago emerged.

"That was pretty cool." Harry whispered.

He heard Tonks chuckle nearby. If his cheeks weren't already bright red from the cold, he would have blushed.

Remus led them up the walkway to the door. Moody stayed at the back, scowling at every shadow in the area. A wave of voices poured from inside once the door was opened. Tonks made it three steps before she tripped on something.

Harry sprang forward, grabbing the back of her coat. She was practically horizontal when she stopped.

"Thanks, Harry." Tonks laughed looking over her shoulder at him. "I swear that thing moves."

"Just be glad you didn't pull the sheet." Remus motioned to the wall.

Harry could make out the frame of a painting. A thick, dark sheet had been hung over it to block it from view. He turned his attention to the building around him. It was lit with old fashioned gas lamps that cast flickering light along the peeling wallpaper. Old carpet stretched out along a long, gloomy hallway. A chandelier that looked like an old cobweb hung farther in the house.

Molly Weasley, of all people, emerged from a door at the far end of the hall. She motioned for everyone to be quiet. Her eyes lit up once she saw Harry. She hurried toward them. As she got closer, he noticed that she was a bit thinner than the last time he had seen her.

"Harry, it's lovely to see you." She pulled him into a tight hug. "You're skin and bones. I'm afraid you'll have to wait for dinner. I'll make sure to give you a nice full plate."

Molly shifted her attention to the group that had escorted him. "The meeting has just started."

The witches and wizards scooted passed him, towards the door Molly had just come from. Harry started to follow them. Molly placed a hand on his chest to stop him.

"It's only for members of the Order." Molly whispered. "Ron and Hermione are upstairs."

"Why-"

"I'll just show you where you'll be sleeping." Molly interrupted.

She pressed a finger to her lips then led down the hall to a dark staircase. Harry paused, taking in the mounted house-elf heads along the wall. Where the hell was this place?

"Misses Weasley." Harry started as he followed her up the stairs.

"Ron and Hermione will explain everything, dear. I've got to hurry." Molly said not letting him finish his thought. "There, your door is on the right. I'll call you down for dinner when the meeting is over."

She was gone before he even got another word in. Harry let out a long sigh as he shook his head. He wasn't sure why he had thought anything would change once he was somewhere else. They weren't suddenly just decide to tell him what was going on.

Harry opened the door, catching a fleeting look at the dour room and its two beds before a loud shriek made him jump. His vision was suddenly blocked by a large fluff of bushy hair. Hermione threw herself onto him, nearly knocking him over as she tried to hug him.

"Harry!" She yelled. "Ron! Harry's here! We didn't know when you would arrive. I know we didn't write as much as we should. Dumbledore made us swear not to tell you anything."

She seemed to speak faster the more she said. He was pretty sure he caught the word 'dementors' and 'expel' somewhere in there.

"Let him breathe." Ron closed the door.

The ginger had gotten taller, though it didn't look like his body had actually realized it. He was gangly and his arms just kind of hung beside his body like they were too long. Before anyone else could speak a flash of white soared across the room and landed on his shoulder.

"Hedwig." Harry leaned his head against her.

"My love." She said tersely. "They took the letters and refused to let me return to you. I have had to bite the long red one quite a few times. The bushy one seems to think cooing at me will make everything better. I do not care for either."

"I was worried about you too." Harry stroked her gently.

She seemed to settle a little. Hedwig nibbled on his ear gently, her version of a kiss on the cheek.

"She has been worked up." Ron held up his hand to show the a few spots that were half-healed. "She pecked my half to death when she brought your letters."

"I told her to come back once she had delivered them." Harry said flatly.

"We wanted to, mate." Ron said. "But Dumbledore-"

"I heard Hermione the first time." Harry continued to stroke Hedwig.

A heavy silence settled in the room.

"Dumbledore thought it was for the best." Hermione whispered.

Harry caught site of scratch marks on her hands as well. He rubbed Hedwig on the beak like she loved.

"He thought you'd be safer with the Muggles." Ron nodded.

"Oh?" Harry shifted his gaze from one friend to the other. "Were you attacked by dementors too?"

"Well… no… but you had the Order guarding you." Hermione spoke up.

"That worked out wonderfully, didn't it?" Harry forced his voice to be calm. "Oh wait, I had to handle everything on my own, again, didn't I?"

"Dumbledore was so angry." Hermione glanced around the room as she spoke, scared someone might hear her. "When he found out Mundungus had left you alone. It was scary."

"It's lucky he did." Harry walked away from them, exploring the room with Hedwig content on his shoulder. "Otherwise, he would have just left me there all summer."

"Aren't you worried about the hearing?" Hermione asked quietly.

The room was dark and dreary. A blank spot on the wall was lighter than the surrounding area, it looked like a painting had been there at one point.

"Why was Dumbledore so set on keeping me in the dark?" Harry asked, trying his best to keep the anger out of his voice. "You did ask, right?"

He turned back to them in time to see them exchange a look.

"We told him we wanted to tell you what was going on." Ron said. "We did, mate. He's been really busy and we've only seen him a couple of times since we got here. Dumbledore made us swear not to tell you important stuff when we wrote. He said the owls might be intercepted."

"You're telling me that he doesn't know how to send a message without owls?" Harry asked.

"I thought that too!" Hermione spoke up. "But he said you shouldn't know anything."

"That sounds like he doesn't trust me." Harry studied them.

"No." Ron shook his head hard.

"Maybe he thinks I'm a liability." Harry shrugged. "That I can't take care of myself."

"Of course not!" Hermione said quickly.

"And yet." Harry glared at them. "I have been at the Dursleys' alone and you two are in on everything going on here? How come you two are allowed to know everything that's going on?"

"We aren’t." Ron interrupted. "Mom won't let us in the meetings. She says it's for the Order and we're too young to be members."

Harry sat down; he shifted Hedwig into his lap.

"That must have been hard. Not being in the meetings, while you had your best friend to spend time with. Meanwhile, I've been alone at the Dursleys' for a month. I've handled more than both of you ever even managed. Dumbledore knows that. I saved the stone. I killed the basilisk. I saved both of you from the dementors. In the last year alone, I've handled a dragon and a sphinx. I was there when Riddle came back, and I escaped. I faced two of them, on my own, without my wand."

His voice never rose above a whisper, but they felt each word like a hammer.

"Why should anyone bother to tell me what's been happening?"

"Harry." Hermione began. "We wanted to tell you, really."

"Not that much it seems, otherwise you would have sent me a letter. But no, Dumbledore made you swear-" His whisper was almost a growl now.

"He did-"

Harry glared up at her. Her eyes were sparkling with tears. No one spoke. The silence was finally broken when Hedwig shifted. She fluttered to the top of a nearby wardrobe and settled to watch.

"What is this place, anyway?" Harry snapped at them.

"The Headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix." Ron replied quickly.

Harry seethed. His anger was boiling inside of him.

He froze.

Not his anger.

The magical buildup was getting to be too much. He had been distracted getting here, then talking to Ron and Hermione that he hadn't been paying attention. It hadn't been an hour yet, but it felt like the pressure had been growing all day.

Now that he was paying attention, he could feel it constantly increasing. Magical buildup. Of course, it would be faster in a place with more magic. The process on Privet Drive was so slow because there wasn't hardly any magic around. Now that he was here, practically swimming in it, things were going much faster.

He needed to find a way to find release. Using magic was still too risky with the upcoming trial. That left only one other option. How was that supposed to work? Just ask Hermione for a blowjob? Maybe see if Hestia was ready for a tumble?

Harry looked up to see Fred and George had shown up at some point. No one was talking, they were just staring at him.

"Did you hear any of that, mate?" Ron asked.

Harry shook his head. He stood. Without a word he pushed passed them. He headed downstairs, barely registering that Ginny was in the hallway, and hurried downstairs. Harry opened the door that he had seen the others use. The assembled group froze once he stepped in.

He scanned the group. A small part of his mind registered that Snape was among them. While annoying, he had more pressing matters at hand. He stopped when he found his godfather.

"Sirius." He forced a smile through his growing discomfort. "I need to speak with you urgently."