American Escape Chapter 1 to 10 (Patreon)

Harry sat in the hospital bed. Once again, he was in the Healing Ward of Hogwarts. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and holding his head in his hands. Cedric was dead. Voldermort was back. He really wished that Sirius was here.

"Harry." A calm familiar voice spoke before him.

He looked up to see Madam Pomfrey standing in front of him.

"This is a calming potion." She held out a small vial. "It will help settle your nerves."

"Thank you." Harry knocked the potion back in one go. He shuddered at the taste.

"I know." The healer sighed. "I think they make them taste horrid to prevent people from getting addicted." She produced another vial. "This is a cleansing potion. You were alone in a room with one of the most powerful Death Eaters. This will remove any compulsions, mind control, and magical influence you may have been subject to."

Harry nodded. "Makes sense."

He tossed this one back as well. Oddly enough, it didn't have a flavor to it. Harry flinched as the potion kicked in. It was like a curtain had pulled back over his mind. What was he doing? He was fourteen for Merlin's sake. He had no business competing in a deadly tournament. Especially with a known dark lord after him. Why did he have to face a basilisk on his own? Why didn't the school purchase mandrake potions instead of waiting for them to mature? Why did no one believe him about Sirius? Why had he been so reckless?

The memory of twinkling blue eyes pushed to the forefront. Dumbledore.

"Could I have another dose of that?" Harry asked.

"You shouldn't take more than one." Madam Pomfrey chided.

"It's not for me." Harry said.

"The potion is quite expensive." She leaned in. "I'm not supposed to have it. One hundred galleons per dose. I managed to get it last year during the dementor fiasco."

Harry reached into the moleskin pouch he kept on him at all times. With a thought he pulled out one hundred gold coins.

"Please." Harry urged.

Madam Pomfrey looked around. Once she was certain they were alone she produced another vial.

"You should hide that." She whispered. "Certain people don't people to know about that potion." The healer mimed a beard.

"You know?" Harry asked.

"I do what I can." She shook her head. "Hide that. Concentrate on anything else but that potion. Count the tiles on the floor, run your quidditch plays again and again, anything to keep it hidden."

Harry nodded. "Thank you."

"I'm sorry I can't do more." She patted his leg. "Now get some rest. You've been through a lot."

Harry settled back into the bed. He caught sight of a dark shape lurking nearby. The familiar form of Padfoot moved closer once the Madam Pomfrey left. Sirius changed back into his human form. He looked healthier than the last time he had seen him. Still a bit too thin, but better.

"How are you holding up, pup?" Sirius whispered.

"I'm bloody well going mental." Harry hissed. He pulled the potion out and held it out to his godfather. "Drink this."

"What is it?" Sirius looked at the vial.

"Madam Pomfrey gave it to me." He explained. "She was worried I might have had my brain scrambled while alone with a Death Eater. This helps."

"Why would I need it?" Sirius asked.

"Please." Harry looked into his godfathers eyes. "Trust me."

Sirius nodded. He popped the cork off the vial and downed it. Harry watched as Sirius' eyes cleared.

"That manipulative fucker." Sirius growled. "We're leaving. Now."

Sirius helped Harry to stand.

"Where are we going?" Harry asked as Sirius led him through a secret passage.

"Away from Dumbledore." Sirius spat the name. "I'm locking him out of the Black properties, reclaiming our vault keys, and we are getting the hell out of Britain."

"My friends." Harry protested.

"We can send a letter once we're safe." Sirius replied. "That bastard is worse than Voldermort. All smiles and kind words while he treats people like nothing more than pawns."

Sirius stopped. He turned to face Harry. "I know this was a shock for you, seeing the truth. It's even more for me. His manipulations reach farther back to when I was a student here. Probably more than that. The first war, Voldermort killing your parents, all of it. He's the one we should be fighting." He took a breath. "No. That will get us killed, or under his control again. We need to leave."

Harry wanted to argue to stay. He felt his connection with his friends fading by the moment. Countless times of Ron storming off played in his memory. More than he had thought before. Hermione berating him, treating him like an idiot, and tearing his very being down.

"Wow." Harry leaned against the passage wall. "Hedwig."

"She's a smart bird." Sirius pulled Harry back to his feet. "She'll find us."

"Where are we going to go?" Harry found his feet again.

The air was clearing up. A fresh breeze touched his face. He could feel the wards of Hogwarts end. Had he always been able to feel magic?

"America." Sirius said. "The goblins don't give a damn about wizards. Once we're over there I won't have to hide. They could set us up with new identities to keep that old goat from finding us."

"I've never been to America." Harry whispered. "I've never traveled at all, really."

"We're going to have to go the muggle way." Sirius sighed. "International Magical Travel is monitored. Hold tight, we're going to Gringotts."

"Now?" Harry grabbed his godfathers' arm.

"Now." Sirius said.

Harry felt the world twist. One moment they were standing in the grassy field near Hogsmeade and the next they were in front of Gringotts. Harry dropped to his knees. Only the lack of food in his stomach prevented him from throwing up. He had been too nervous to eat before the third task.

"What was that?" Harry groaned.

"Side-long apparate." Sirius helped his stand. "I'm sorry, pup. We don't have time for this. We need to hurry before they start looking for you."

"Got it." Harry steadied himself. "I'm good."

The duo walked up the stairs and into the bank. A goblin at the front desk looked down as they approached.

"Mister Black, good to see you again." The goblin at the desk greeted.

"Master Goblin." Sirius inclined his head. "I am not here to bargain or haggle. We are in a hurry and I will pay extra for speed and quality."

The goblin smiled. "Always proud to serve, Mister Black. What can we help you with?"

"My godson and I need new identities and a large sum of muggle money." Sirius continued.

"And that piece of dark magic on your godsons' head?" The goblin pointed to Harry. "We have been wanting to deal with it for quite a while now."

"Dark magic?" Harry touched his scar.

The goblin nodded.

"Take it out, please." Harry said quickly.

The goblin made a quick note in the ledger in front of him. A line of new goblins streamed out from both sides of the room. They surrounded Sirius and Harry, directing them into a private room. A chair reminiscent of dentist seat.

"Mister Potter." One goblin motioned to the seat.

Harry looked to Sirius.

"You can always trust a goblin that you're paying." Sirius nodded.

Harry sat. It was a lot more comfortable than he had expected. Two goblins approached him. One  took off his glasses and rubbed a cool paste upon his scar while the other began to chant. A gentle tingle spread along his brow, up his scalp, and the seemed to envelope his entire body.

When the feeling faded Harry found himself alone in the room with his godfather. He blinked a few times to wake himself up.

"Did I fall asleep?" Harry yawned.

He noticed now that Sirius had changed clothes. His hair was shorter, and he was clean shaven as well. Sirius held out a pair of glasses. Harry looked at them. His vision was fine, better than ever actually. If he wasn't wearing his glasses the world should have been blurry.

"I don't think I need them." Harry took the glasses and tucked them in his pocket.

"We can get them charmed." Sirius helped him out of the chair. "Protection against mental attacks and some tricks to pick up hidden magic. We're ready to go when you are up to it."

Harry stretched. He rubbed his face; his fingers ran over the spot where his scar was. For the first time in his life, it wasn't hot to the touch.

"It's barely there." Sirius smiled at him. "Are you up to traveling? We need to get to the airport."

Harry nodded. "I didn't expect you to be so comfortable with muggle stuff."

"I'm the rebellious son of a Pureblood lord." Sirius laughed. "Of course, I know about muggle stuff. James and I did a tour of America in the summer after our fifth year. Did our best not to use magic. James was pants at it, but I got pretty good." He stopped mid-stride. A look of deep regret shifted to anger then confusion. "That was the summer my parents banished me. It was James' idea to take the trip. Dumbledore personally went to speak to them on my behalf. They had kicked me out tons of times, but that was the time it really stuck."

Harry put a hand on his godfathers' shoulder.

"How much of our lives were ruined by that monster?" Sirius whispered.

"We can figure that out when there's an ocean between us and him." Harry pulled Sirius in for a hug.

Sirius returned the hug without hesitation. He cleared his throat and stepped away.

"That reminds me." He pulled a packet of papers from inside his coat. "Your new identity. May I be the first to welcome you, my son, Harold White."

"Harold?" He arced an eyebrow at the man.

"You can still go by Harry." Sirius chuckled. "You're lucky. You get to keep your name." He pulled out a passport to show his new name.

"Gerald White?" Harry asked. "You're supposed to be wearing glasses."

"Too right." Sirius pulled a set of black-framed glasses from his pocket and put them on. "Now no one will recognize me."

"Who are you? What did you do to Sirius?" Harry grabbed his godfather by the front of his shirt.

"Laugh it up." Sirius shook his head. "It's Gerald now. Dad, if you want."

"It would be an honor." Harry let go. "Dad."

Sirius cleared his throat a couple of times, trying to get his voice to work again. He wrapped Harry in a tight hug.

"We will have time for emotional moments once we've landed." Sirius took a step away, but kept a hand on Harry's arm. "Hold on."

The world pressed in on him and twisted. Harry lurched forward as the ground returned to normal.

"Warn me next time." Harry groaned.

"I did." Sirius laughed. "I said 'hold on'."

"That could me so many things." Harry tried muster up some annoyance, but the dizziness proved too strong.

"Our flight leaves in ten minutes." Sirius helped him stand. "We're traveling first class. There is no way I am flying across the ocean in coach."

"No luggage?" Harry asked as Sirius pulled him along.

"We don't know if there are any tracking charms, and we don't have time to check." Sirius didn't look back as he spoke. "How do your clothes fit?"

"They fit fine this morning." Harry shook his head.

"And now?" Sirius shot Harry a playful smile.

"Fine?" Harry shrugged.

He looked down to see he was no longer wearing his uniform. Instead, he wore a slate gray dress-shirt and a pair of black slacks.

"When did that happen?" Harry asked.

"The goblins changed you while you were out." Sirius chuckled. "Our new keys will be waiting when we land. All of the Black and Potter properties have been locked to everyone but blood. The keys that have been issued have been voided. Any mail sent to either of our old names will be filtered through the bank to check for charms and compulsions. If you feel the need to write your friends, the mail will also go through the bank. Hedwig is too recognizable. She'll have to get checked over before she finds you."

"I hope the goblin wears gloves." Harry mused.

"There is no one more trustworthy than a goblin in your employ." Sirius said… seriously. "They take the quality of their work as a mark of honor. Questioning it is tantamount a grave insult and can quickly lead to a duel. You do not want to duel a goblin."

"Noted." Harry gulped.

"Now." Sirius pulled them to a stop in front of an airline counter. "Do you have your passport?"

2.

It was official, Harry loved flying. Well, he loved flying first class. He had no idea what it would be like being in coach, but he could get used to traveling like this. Plush seats, tasty food, and plenty of entertainment. Harry had forgotten what it felt like to be a teenager. Up until now it was only in moments when he was playing Quidditch, or the rare time he enjoyed spending time with the Weasleys.

Not having luggage turned out to be a blessing. Newark Airport was a madhouse. They skipped baggage claim and went straight to getting a car. Harry didn't see how, but Sirius summoned a ride. It was a large black car with opaque windows. When Harry got in the back, he found that it was of a two-bedroom apartment.

"We're going to be on the road for a day or two." Sirius said as he got settled in. "We'll make a stop once we're out of the city to do some shopping."

"Why not in the city?" Harry asked.

"Big cities would be the first place Twinkles would be sending people." Sirius sat down in a comfy chair and motioned for Harry to join him. "We should avoid saying his name. I don't think he's put a taboo on it, but there are ways to track when it's said. Our old names as well, just to be safe."

"I'm still Harry." He smiled.

"If anything, you're more Harry than you were before." Sirius smiled, but the expression turned sour.

"How much do you think was him?" Harry asked.

"I don't know." Sirius sighed. "With my mind finally clear that are so many questions I have about my past. Little moments that begin the add up. Why did I leave you that night? Why did James give Twinkles his cloak when they were in hiding? Why wasn't I given a trial? My family and I never got along, but we didn't hate each other. Well, my mother hated everyone. Still does if you talk to her painting." He adjusted his glasses. "It's going to take some getting used to wearing these."

"Mine don't have lenses." Harry wiggled a finger through his frames.

"We'll get some charmed lenses for both of us." The older man smiled.

"I know what you mean." Harry felt an uneasiness settle in on him. "There are all these memories that I didn't know I forgot that have started to come back to me. I met Dum… Twinkles before Hogwarts. He did check in on me. Quite a lot really. Every now and then they'd start to ease up on me, or even treat me like a person, and then he'd visit." Harry felt moisture on his cheeks. "There was a girl in my neighborhood. We were friends. Her family was nice to me. They tried to help. I don't know what happened to her. Her entire family just disappeared one day."

Harry jumped when he felt something touch him. Sirius pulled him into a firm hug.

"It's okay, pup. We're safe now." Sirius whispered. "We're going somewhere he can't find us."

"How do you know that?" Harry closed his eyes tight.

"Twinkles isn't all powerful. Magical Britain is rather isolated compared to the rest of the world and it's been in a slow decline since before the first war. I'm thinking Twinkles has a lot to do with that. He is not popular with international wizards." Sirius eased up on the hug. "Plus, I know a few tricks."

Harry patted his godfather's arm and sat up. His set his hands in his lap, absently reaching for his wand. Only to come up empty. Harry patted his pockets, then his chest, but still didn't find it.

"What's wrong, pup?" Sirius asked.

"My wand." Harry hopped up and tossed the cushion from the chair. "I can't find it."

"It's okay." Sirius spoke calm and slow. "It's not here. We had to leave it at Gringotts."

"What?" Harry turned to face his godfather.

"It had a trace on it." Sirius kept his voice steady. "They would have been able to track you if you kept using it. I've got it taken care of."

"But…" Harry shook his head. "My wand."

"Which hand do you cast with?" Sirius asked.

Harry held up his right.

"Swap your Heir ring to your right hand." Sirius instructed. "Now cast a spell. Any spell."

"Lumos." Harry watched in wonder as the tips of his fingers lit up with little orbs.

"No Black will ever truly be unarmed." Sirius smiled. "If you are still stuck on having a wand, we can get you one. They are out of style in a lot of the world these days."

"Where are we going?" Harry motioned for the cushion to return to the seat. He smiled when it did. "We're not staying in the city. You said we're not going somewhere he can find us."

"If it were me." Sirius settled back into his seat. "I would start looking at the properties that Black and Potter own. Once I had exhausted those, I would spread to the larger magical communities. Then to the mixed areas, and finally overseas. The Black family only owns two homes in America, one in Colorado and another in Nevada. The Potters, they have six, three of which are owned by family that immigrated years ago. Back in Prongs' day that was. Not sure if that has changed."

"There are Potters in America?" Harry blinked.

"A few families." Sirius nodded. "Never met them. When we were here last, we wanted to avoid who we were for a bit." He smiled. "That was a true memory. He was my brother in everything but blood. Your mum, Merlin, she was the one that got away. James may have pursued her, but I was just waiting for him to screw up."

"Sirius." Harry snapped.

"I'm very serious." The older man grinned back at him.

Harry sighed. "I walked into that one, didn't I?"

"It's Gerald now." Sirius sat back in his chair. "Gerald White. Gerry. Ger. Gerald White. Nice to meet you, I'm Gerald White. This is my son Harry."

"Where are we going?" Harry repeated.

"There are a few smaller magical communities that even Twinkles can't touch." Sirius turned his attention back to Harry. "Magic is studied and practiced differently all across the world. We're going to a place that has a magical footprint that will mask our own. We'll have to play it safe for a bit. You're going to have to adjust to muggle school again. Moving from England to the US will help explain some of the confusion. I, on the other hand, will need to figure out something to do with myself. There are people I need to talk to, and some plans to make, but it's going to be a lot of waiting around."

"What plans? You're not going to keep me in the dark." Harry felt a little of the fire return. Maybe it hadn't all been Dumbledore pulling the strings.

"Of course not, pup." Sirius shook his head. "I'm going to start arranging for a couple of safe houses. That way if we have to cut and run, we have somewhere to go. I'll need to do some searching for magical areas that we can cover ourselves. There's a school nearby where we're going. It's not like Hogwarts, but it might do you some good to get a look at how other people use magic."

"And this place is called?" Harry prompted.

"Greendale." Sirius replied. "A town called Greendale in Massachusetts."

3.

The driver only stopped to pick up new clothes before leaving New York State. Harry could watch the scenery go by from the kitchen window, but they were moving too fast for any real details to pop out. They finally slowed down to a normal speed when they hit the edge of town. It was only then when he realized exactly how fast they had been traveling before. A trip that should have been around four hours took less than one.

"I need to speak with an old friend before we get settled in." Sirius as they watched the town flow by.

"Are you sure we didn't travel back in time?" Harry motioned to street. "I don't know much about muggle cars, but I've only seen ones like these in old movies."

"No." Sirius smiled. "This isn't a time traveling car. There is something about this town, this entire area really that's like this. The magic in this place seems to slow things down. It hasn't changed a bit since I was here nearly twenty years ago. I didn't look too deeply into it then, and I've been preoccupied with other things since."

"And it's safe?" Harry asked.

"Compared to where we were?" Sirius countered. "It's safe as houses."

"True enough." Harry sat back in his seat. "Where is this friend of yours?"

"Spellman's Mortuary." Siris pointed at the Victorian home they were now sitting before.

"That doesn't bode well." Harry shook his head.

"The town has a spooky vibe." Sirius opened the door and held it for him. "It's perpetually Halloween here. They really lean in on the Salem Witch Trials as well. Don't call it that, though. Here it's The Greendale Thirteen."

"Thirteen." Harry nodded. "Spooky. They do know that most of the witches caught in the Witch Trials were actually muggles, right?"

"Shh!" Sirius gave him a big goofy smile. "The truth has no place when style is on the line."

"Note." Harry shook his head. "You seem to be doing better."

"I feel amazing. You?"

Harry paused. "Now that you mention it. I feel great. It's like a weight has been lifted off of my chest."

"We're here to see an old friend of mine." Sirius knocked on the door. "No need for fake names just yet."

"Noted." Harry nodded.

A petite blonde girl opened the door. She looked at Sirius for a brief moment before her eyes locked onto Harry. He felt his magic surge as their eyes met. Something about her called out to him. She wore a red button-down sweater open over a white shirt and black skirt. Her hair was loose, tucked behind her ears. After a moment Sirius cleared his throat.

"May I help you?" The girl asked.

"I'm here to see Edward." Sirius gave his best charming smile.

"He died twelve years ago." The girls' shoulders drooped.

"Oh." Sirius blinked. "I didn't know."

"Siri?" A cheery voice called from inside the house. "Sirius Black, is that you?"

The girl looked over her shoulder to an adorable older woman with a similar shade of blonde hair. Sirius shifted his smile to the woman, a hungry edge slipped into it.

"Hilda." He practically growled. "It's been a long time."

"It has." The woman swooped over to the doorway. She pulled Sirius into the house.

"I thought I smelled wet dog." Another female voice spoke nearby.

Harry followed the sound to see another blonde woman standing at the top of the stairs. From the tone of her voice and the way she stood she gave off a similar aura to the Purebloods he had met before.

"Zelda." Sirius barely spared her a glance. "A pleasure as always."

"What are you doing here?" Zelda asked as she came down the stairs.

"I was hoping to speak with Edward." Sirius had to force himself to look away from Hilda. "I'm sorry to hear of his passing. What happened?"

"Plane crash." Zelda said void of emotion. She turned her attention to Harry. "Who is this?"

"My godson, Harry Potter." Sirius turned to face him and gave a proud smile.

"Why are you here?" Zelda shifted back to Sirius.

"Zelda." Hilda gasped. "He is a guest in our home."

"He is a desperate stray." Zelda sighed. "People don't randomly show up at your door after years unless they need something."

"I hate to admit it, but she is right." Sirius shook his head. "I wanted to call in a favor Edward owed me."

"Shame." Zelda breezed on by and disappeared through a set of double-doors.

"Why don't you come have some tea?" Hilda blushed. "We can talk things over and catch up on the past twenty years." She seemed to snap out of the girlish flirting long enough to look at the young woman. "Sabrina, would you be able to give Harry a tour? This might take a bit."

The duo didn't wait for an answer before they rushed away. Harry noted that they disappeared through a different door than Zelda had used.

"Hi." Harry turned to the girl. "I'm Harry."

"Sabrina." She smiled at him.

Moving on instinct, Harry closed the space between them. His lips caught her, his hands wrapped around her body, one cupping her perk ass and the other running over her back. Sabrina didn't hesitate in returning the kiss with equal passion. Her hand clutched at the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer. When the broke apart she took his hand and pulled him upstairs.

As soon as her door closed their clothes were gone in a whirlwind. Harry was vaguely away of his shirt being torn open. He repaid the favor by ripping her shirt off. They were both completely nude before they made it to the bed. Sabrina landed on her back with Harry standing over her.

He paused for just a moment to admire her smooth skin. She held her hands out to him and he was happy to oblige. He began kissing up from her stomach. Harry carefully raked his teeth across her nipples and was rewarded with a gasp. He popped up to give her a quick kiss before dropping lower than where he started.

Harry slipped her legs on his shoulders as he admired her pussy. He had never seen one before, though he had heard talk from the guys around the dorms. It was unlikely that any of them had experience of any kind. Harry pushed the thoughts from his mind as he began to run his tongue the length of her slit.

Sabrina cooed; her breath hitched as his tongue explored. He made a note of all the little places that garnered a reaction. Harry savored the taste on his tongue before returning his focus to the task at hand. Sabrina let out a cute little yelp as he began to use the broad portion of his tongue to from bottom to top.

"Need you." She grunted.

Harry rose from between her legs. He lined up the tip of his cock with her pussy. They locked eyes as he slowly pushed in. Her eyes fluttered as he continued forward until their hips met. Just like magic, they fit perfectly together.

Sabrina bucked, wrapping her legs around his waist. She pulled him closer, capturing his lips with a deep kiss. Harry took the hint and began to rock his hips while still inside her. He increased the lengths of his strokes, pulling out slowly before pressing with the same speed back into her.

She locked eyes with him. A wild shine stared back at him. Some part of his mind guessed that his eyes were the same. That part was immediately silenced as he increased the speed and force behind his thrusts. The room filled with their animalistic grunts and clapping of their bodies.

"Close." Harry managed to gather enough willpower to speak.

"Me too." Her voice was barely a whisper.

Harry pushed his hips faster. He felt his end approaching. Instinctively, his mouth found her. Their tongues wrestled as he bottomed out in her. He pushed against her as hard as he could, willing his cock deeper into her as he began to come. She broke the kiss, tilting her head up and let out a low moan. Harry latched onto her neck, biting, and kissing it as they rode out their orgasms.

A feeling similar to the first time he held his wand kept him moving. Harry pulled out and flipped her over. He grabbed her hips, raising her ass into the air. Sabrina gasped as she felt his tongue run across her tight rosebud.

Harry adjusted, swapping the tip of his cock for his tongue. He paused, waiting for her to give the signal. She wiggled her ass at him. Harry growled as he pushed carefully into her. He savored the tightness. She gripped her sheets, pressing her face into the mattress as she screamed.

He paused, concern freezing his muscle. Sabrina turned her head enough to uncover her mouth.

"Don't stop." She whined.

Harry continued on. She bucked under him, turning her face back to the bed to muffle her voice. Harry continued on, taking his time to make sure he didn't hurt her. Much too soon he felt his himself getting close. He sped up, slamming himself into her. She babbled nonsense as he continued on. He pulled her hips back to meet him with each thrust. Harry held her tight against him as he filled his ass with his cum.

"What in the name of the dark lord are you doing?" A sharp voice cut through the haze.

Harry tore his gaze from the writhing form of Sabrina to see Zelda, Hilda, Sirius, and another man standing in the doorway. A wave of fatigue settled on him. Harry pulled Sabrina close as he began to collapse onto the bed.

"Sabrina." Zelda crossed the room trailing anger. "Where did he cum?"

"Ass." Sabrina managed, half-asleep.

"I can see that." Zelda shook her head. "Where else?"

"Pussy." Sabrina smiled.

"Did he cum in your mouth?" Zelda asked.

Sabrina hummed. "Sleepy."

"Answer me." Zelda snapped. "Did he cum in your mouth."

"Nuh-uh." Sabrina shimmied closer to Harry. "Tired."

"Praise the Dark Lord for small favors." Zelda muttered as she turned back to the doorway. "Ambrose, watch them. Make sure they don't start up again."

"Why me?" The new man asked.

"Because I have to keep an eye on my sister and this one." Zelda glared at the disheveled duo of Sirius and Hilda.

4.

Harry woke up feeling amazing. Something warm was pressed against his chest. He opened his eyes to see a curtain of blonde hair. In that moment Harry snapped back to himself. He was naked, cuddling with a girl he had just met, who was also naked. Judging by the fresh hickeys on neck, and the fact that his cock was starting to harden against her ass, he figured that the whirlwind dream he had was not actually a dream.

The blonde, Sabrina, he reminded himself, began to stir. She stiffened as her faculties returned. His arm rested on her stomach, with his fingers tucked against her side.

"And they are finally awake." A male voice came from somewhere in the room.

The duo sat up in shock. Sabrina made to cover herself, grabbing the closest thing, which happened to be the torn shirt Harry had been wearing.

"Rather bold of you, cousin." The man gave them a wicked grin. "It seems I have rubbed off on you."

"Ambrose." Sabrina squeaked. "What are you doing in my room?"

"Making sure you two don't start fucking." Ambrose stood, he came closer, holding a bathrobe out to his cousin.

"Thank you." Sabrina blushed. "What do you mean?"

Ambrose motioned to toward her body. She followed his intent to see Harry's hand cupping her breast. His fingers were idly swirling around the hardened nub. She hopped out of the bed, putting on the robe in a flash.

"Um." She turned to face Harry. "I don't do this sort of thing. I've only kissed one boy. Harvey, my boyfriend." Sabrina paused; her face went pale. "I cheated on my boyfriend."

"Easy, cousin." Ambrose returned to his seat, guiding her away from Harry. "This was a magical attraction. You have no chance to resist the call when unprepared."

"What do you mean magical attraction?" Sabrina asked.

Ambrose pulled her back toward the door. He made a show of tying her robe closed again.

"You two." He nodded toward Harry. "Have compatible magical energy. When in close proximity you will feel a pull to each other. If you aren't prepared, you will wind up fucking like animals. Again."

Harry blushed. "This wasn't how I imagined my first time."

Sabrina looked over at him. She shot him a commiserating smile. Harry slipped out of the bed as their eyes met. His breath came in ragged pants as he moved closer to her.

"Easy there, lover boy." Ambrose stepped between them.

Harry shook his head. "Wow."

"Yeah." Sabrina whispered.

"Now, cousin." Ambrose guided her to look him in the eyes. "This is very important. Where did he cum?"

Sabrina blushed.

"No time for that." Ambrose gave her a gentle smile. "Where?"

"My." She motioned with her hand to her crotch. "And my." She titled her head to the side.

"That's all?" Ambrose asked.

She nodded.

"Good." Ambrose turned to Harry. "Get your pants on and head downstairs."

"Of course." Harry scanned the room for his pants.

He held out his hand and they zipped over to him. Harry had them on was looking for his socks before he realized he hand just done silent, wandless magic. He hadn't said anything or used any sort of motion.

"Come on." Ambrose motioned to the open door. "I'd rather not spend the rest of my day here."

Harry nodded. He scooped up his socks and shoes on his way out. At some point he needed to get out to the car for a fresh shirt. He stopped by the front door. After a moment he slipped on his socks and shoes. It didn't feel right to leave, but he felt really weird standing in the open without a shirt on.

Much to his relief, Ambrose joined him after a few minutes. The slightly older man studied Harry.

"Those are some interesting scars." Ambrose said.

"Only a couple are worth talking about." Harry shrugged.

Ambrose waved a hand to continue.

"This is from two years ago when I fell off my broom." Harry pointed to his right shoulder where a thick line of scar tissue rested at the edge of his clavicle. "Had to regrow the bones, but I had a couple of fractured ribs that were missed. They had to shave off the extra bone as it grew since the potion was already working." He held out his other arm to show a circular scar on his forearm. "This is from a basilisk. If it weren't for some phoenix tears, I'd be dead." Harry pointed at his forehead. "My mother managed to use her life to protect me from a killing curse. I found out a couple of days ago that it had the shard of the bastard's soul in there. Thankfully, the goblins were able to take it out."

Ambrose stared at Harry for a long moment. "You aren't joking."

Harry shook his head.

Ambrose sighed. He motioned towards Harry's side. "What about those?"

"Nothing interesting there." Harry shrugged. "Just a belt buckle."

Ambrose froze. "Belt buckle?"

"My uncle didn't like magic." Harry shuffled his feet.

"Your uncle?" Ambrose squinted. "Sirius allowed this to happen?"

"No." Harry laughed. "No. He was in prison at the time."

"Prison?" Ambrose repeated. "Why was Sirius in prison?"

"That is a long story." Sirius strolled out from somewhere in the house. "I need to borrow my godson for a minute or two."

"By all means." Ambrose gave a slight bow. "It's always interesting when you're around, Sirius."

"I'm lucky that way." Sirius chuckled.

He led Harry outside, back toward the car.

"So." Sirius smiled broadly at his godson.

Harry tried to fight the blush but failed.

"You and Hilda?" Harry asked trying to shift the conversation from himself.

Sirius gave a contented sigh. "We're old friends."

"Are you two magically attracted too?" Harry opened the car door, holding it for his godfather.

"No." Sirius wiggled his eyebrows. "Just my animal magnetism."

Harry chuckled. He made his way to his bedroom. After a moment, he picked out a simple white T-shirt and tucked it into his pants. He swapped from the dress shoes for a pair of sneakers. A look in the mirror made him add a comfortable gray sweater. His outfit looked like a much higher quality version of his school uniform. The sweater didn't itch, his pants fit perfectly, and his undershirt had temperature control charms on it.

"Take a seat." Sirius waited for him at their kitchen table.

"Am I in trouble?" Harry asked.

"No." Sirius laughed. "Zelda is always grumpy. I need to catch you up on what's going on."

Harry let out a breath. "Thanks."

"No problem, pup." Sirius patted him on the shoulder. "Before his passing, Edward had become the high priest in the area. I was going to ask him for help hiding our magical signature. The ambient magic in the area is different enough to muddle things, but we would still stand out. Now, I have to ask the new high priest. We're going to be here for a couple of days while we wait."

"I might have been a little…" Harry searched for the word. "Distracted, before, but did they something about a dark lord?"

"Yes." Sirius nodded. "The version of magic they use is closer to a religion. They worship Lucifer, their dark lord." He shrugged. "I don't know all the details."

"Lucifer." Harry scrunched up his brow. "That sounds familiar."

"Muggles call him Satan." Sirius explained. "Rules over Hell and commands demons."

"Huh." Harry shrugged. "I don't think the Dursleys ever went to church."

Harry waited for a moment as a comfortable silence settled between them.

"Sirius." Harry whispered. "Why did they keep asking where I came?"

Sirius barked out a laugh. Harry felt an intense heat spread from his cheeks across his entire face.

"Sorry, pup." Sirius schooled his expression. "Finishing." He took a breath to stop from laughing. "Reaching completion in oral, traditional, and anal intercourse would have completed a ritual of sorts."

"What type of ritual?"

"Old magic." Sirius couldn't fight the smile on his face. "It would have bound you two together."

"For life?" Harry asked.

"No." Sirius shook his head. "Just until you impregnated her."

Harry's mouth dropped. Sirius lost his battle with his laughter.

"You're serious?" Harry asked.

"Yes, and you're Harry." His godfather shot him a cheesy grin.

"You know what I mean." Harry rolled his eyes.

"You'll learn to laugh at these things, pup." Sirius took a calming breath. "Yes, I am serious. You two would be drawn to each other until she ended up pregnant. Your magical compatibility would result in very powerful offspring." Sirius paused; a smile crossed his face again. "You got lucky in more ways than one today."

Harry groaned.

5.

Harry sat at the kitchen table in the Spellman house. Hilda and Sirius were making eyes at each other while Zelda shot them a steady stream of glares. Ambrose sat next to him, hiding a wide smile behind a large cup of tea. Sabrina was across from Harry, purposely avoiding looking at him.

He took a moment, feeling out the attraction. It wasn't the grip of an Imperius curse or even the whisper of a Veela allure. There was a subtle, but strong pull that didn't let up. Harry focused on the feeling, he took a deep breath and pushed it aside. The pull was still there, but he was ready for it.

"Sabrina." Harry had to pause to clear his throat. "Sabrina, you go to muggle school?"

"Muggle?" Sabrina looked up at him.

"Mortal." Ambrose clarified. "Muggles are what they call people without magic."

"That's cute." Sabrina smiled.

Harry gripped the table to fight against the pull.

"Yes." She nodded. "I go to Greendale High School. At least until my birthday this year."

"What happens then?" Harry asked.

"She signs her name in the Dark Book and will begin her true education at the Academy of Unseen Arts." Zelda cut in. The pride evident in her voice.

"I have no idea what that means." Harry looked over to Sirius.

"That's their magic school." His godfather explained.

"They get 'Academy of Unseen Arts' and we're stuck with Hogwarts?" Harry scoffed. "We have the worst school's name in the magical world."

"Ah, Hogwarts." Ambrose sighed. "Those were the days."

"You went there?" Harry shifted his gaze to the man.

"Years ago." Ambrose nodded to Zelda and Hilda. "Those two as well, for a few years at least."

"Which house?" Harry asked.

"Guess." Ambrose shot him a Cheshire grin.

Harry studied the man for a moment. "Slytherin."

"How did you know?" Ambrose laughed.

"You have cunning eyes." Harry replied. "There's more to you than I can see."

"What about them?" Ambrose motioned to Hilda and Zelda with his cup of tea.

Harry switched his gaze to the women. Zelda looked like she could have stepped out of a Malfoy family portrait. She held herself like a royal among commoners. Hilda, on the other hand, reminded him of Professor Flitwick of all people, without the goblin heritage and mustache of course. The same cheery mood and sparkle in the eyes of someone who cared.

"Ravenclaw." Harry pointed to Hilda.

She clapped.

"And Zelda?" Ambrose pressed.

Harry saw the woman's face harden.

"Gryffindor." Harry guessed.

"Please." Zelda huffed. "Hufflepuff."

"Loyal. Hardworking." Hilda nodded.

"What house do you think I would be in?" Sabrina asked.

Harry made the mistake of looking her in the eyes. He felt her magic spark against his. Sabrina let out a little gasp. His hands gripped the edge of the table as hard as he could to stop him from vaulting it and taking her right there.

"Give me a moment." Harry forced himself to look at the cup in front of him. "Bloody hell, that hits hard."

"Yes." Sabrina let out a shaky breath.

"Gryffindor." Sirius spoke up. "She's a fighter."

Sabrina turned a bright smile to the older wizard. "Thank you."

"That wasn't a compliment." Zelda groaned.

"You wound me." Sirius clutched a hand to his chest.

"If only I could get you to leave." Zelda glared at him.

"Zelda!" Hilda snapped. "Sirius, and his godson, are guests in our home."

"Thank you, Hilda." Sirius' voice had the edge of a rumble too it.

Hilda giggled.

"Do we sound like that?" Sabrina asked. She put a hand over her eyes as she looked up to Harry.

"I hope not." Harry copied the movement. "Good idea."

"What brings you to America?" Sabrina asked.

Harry looked to Sirius.

"I've already told her aunts." Sirius shrugged. "And I'm not one to keep people in the dark."

"Thank Merlin for that." Harry sighed. "There is a… evil wizard, named Voldermort. He's trying to conquer magical Britain. We were connected due to a spell of his that backfired. A few days ago, he used my blood in a ritual to regain a body. Sirius and I decided that it was time to get out before things got even worse."

"And that's why you need to hide?" Sabrina asked.

"Part of it." Harry continued. "There was also a wizard who was using magic to manipulate minds. A healer slipped me a potion that cleared my mind. From the brief conversation we had, it didn't seem like it was the first time I had taken the potion. I made sure Sirius got a dose too. Then we left."

The group sat in silence for a while.

"He had been altering my mind for years." Harry continued. "He had manipulated every part of my life. How my aunt and uncle treated me, who my friends were, and even how much I focused on magic."

"Poor dear." Hilda glided across the room and wrapped Harry in a hug.

"Thanks." Harry chuckled. "He has too much power and influence in Europe, so we're here to get away from him."

"And you brought that trouble to our door." Zelda said through gritted teeth.

"We came here because it's safe." Sirius shot a glare at her. "Last time I checked your Dark Council didn't bother with ICW."

"Why would we?" Zelda scoffed.

"I have school tomorrow." Sabrina cut in. "My friends and I can show you around after if you're going to be staying here."

"Is that a good idea?" Harry looked anywhere but at her. "You said you had a boyfriend."

"That mortal boy." Zelda sighed. "What was his name?"

"Harvey." Sabrina replied quickly. "Yes, my boyfriend, but we wouldn't be alone together. You could get a feel for the town too."

"Go ahead, pup." Sirius said. "You deserve to be a teenager for once."

"After school then." Sabrina turned to face Harry. The pull was still there, but he was ready this time. "My friends and I can show you around."

"That sounds fun." Harry smiled at her.

Sabrina lunged across the table. Her hands grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer, and kissing him. Harry gripped her sides, tugging him into his lap. Their kiss was broken by a bucket of cold water. They looked up to see Ambrose standing over them. He smiled brightly at them, the bucket still in his hands.

"Did you just have that beside you?" Sarina asked.

6.

Harry retreated to the safety of the car. He spent the rest of the evening there. Unfortunately, there wasn't much to distract him. They had left in a hurry, not even stopping to grab his school trunk. Right now, he would have been happy for homework even. At least that would occupy his mind. His thought kept drifting back Sabrina. Her lips, her skin, the way she felt pressed against him.

He shook his head to clear his thoughts. It was a shame he didn't have a house elf. One of them could probably get him something safely. Harry paused.

"Dobby." He called.

Nothing happened. A moment later there was a knock on the door. Harry opened it to see Dobby standing outside. The elf had obviously been crying. Harry thought he recognized one of his school shirts being used as a tissue.

"HARRY POTTER IS ALIVE." Dobby yelled, launching himself at the young man.

Harry caught the elf, finding Dobby to be heavier than expected.

"Of course, I'm alive." Harry chuckled. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Headmasters telling everyone Harry Potter has vanished." Dobby sobbed. "Says Harry Potter was taken by dark wizards. They be torturing you!"

"I'm fine Dobby." Harry said softly as he patted the elf on the shoulders. "He's lying. He lies about everything." He froze. "Dobby, listen to me. Do not tell him anything about me. Don't tell him you saw me, or where I am."

"Dobby understands." The elf nodded. "Why does Harry Potter does not want Dobby to talk to Du-"

Harry put a hand over Dobby's mouth. "Don't say his name. Just like you-know-who. Got it?"

Dobby nodded. Harry removed his hand.

"We call him Twinkles." Harry said. "Twinkles is a dark wizard. The worst one."

The elf nodded slowly. "Dobby trusts Harry Potter."

"Do you still work for Hogwarts?" Harry asked quickly. "Can he control you?"

"No. Dobby was hired by Hoggywarts. Dobby is not bound." The elf straightened up proudly.

"Thank Merlin." Harry sighed. "Dobby, do you want to work for me?"

The elf jumped up happily. Dobby wrapped Harry in another hug.

"Dobby will be the best elf ever for Harry Potter." The elf danced in place a little.

"First thing I need you to do." Harry smiled at his friend. "I need you to get my books and supplies from Hogwarts. There is a loose floorboard in my room at the Dursleys', grab everything there. Take them to the goblins to have them checked for any sort tampering. Leave the clothes and my wand. Those will be replaced soon enough."

"Dobby used Harry Potter's sock as a hanky." The elf avoided his eyes.

"Toss it once you get to Hogwarts." Harry chuckled. "Make sure you get checked over as well. I don't want someone trying to follow you."

"That's impossible, Harry Potter sir." Dobby stood proud once more. "House Elfs cannot be found by wizard, goblin, or wild magics."

"Good to know." Harry filed that away for later. "Be careful, Dobby. I'm counting on you."

Dobby nodded and disappeared with a pop. Harry let out a heavy sigh. That was one thing handled. He still didn't have anything to do to pass the time though. Harry stepped out of the car and headed toward the house. He paused at the door. It didn't feel right just going in, even if he had only been gone for a few minutes. He knocked.

"Yes?" Ambrose answered the door.

"There is nothing to do in the car." Harry gave a small nervous laugh. "Do you have any books, or something to pass the time?"

"You could walk to town." Ambrose suggested with a small shrug. "Sabrina walks to school every day."

"I can take you." Sabrina chimed in suddenly appearing at her cousin's side.

"No." Zelda yelled from somewhere in the house.

"Nice try, cousin." Ambrose laughed. "You two are to stay away from each other."

Harry looked down at his sneakers, studying the stitchwork. He had learned his lesson about looking into her eyes. Just being close to her was enough to make him hungry for her touch.

"How long of a walk is it?" Harry changed his target to his other shoe.

"About ten minutes." Sabrina answered. She sounded farther away now. Not in another room, but not right next to the door anymore. "There is a marked path."

"Are you sure you should be going out alone?" Ambrose leaned forward, blocking Sabrina just a bit more. "You and Sirius are here to lay low."

"It won't matter where we are if they find us." Harry shrugged. "Worst case scenario, they take me back and erase my memories. If I'm alone then Sirius has a chance to rescue me. Best case scenario, I manage to kill a couple of them and get back here for help."

Sabrina spoke her next words slowly. "You're fine with killing someone?"

"It wouldn't be the first time." Harry sighed. He looked over toward the driveway. "Tell Sirius I have my mirror if he needs me."

"Is that code for something?" Ambrose asked.

Harry pulled the small mirror from his pocket. Ambrose shook his head.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do." Ambrose smiled at him. "It's a short list."

Harry returned the smile. "Thanks."

He made his way to the end of the driveway. It was easy to see the well-traveled walking path. Just like Sabrina said, it was marked. There was a strip of white gravel along the edge of the path as well. In the mid-day light, it seemed to absorb the brightness. He guessed that they probably glowed for a bit after sundown.

A memory of Vernon giving him a bag of 'glow rocks' similar to these flashed in his mind. He saw his uncle smiling at him. Harry stumbled. When had that happened? He focused on the rocks, tracing the memory back. Vernon had gone on a business trip; he had come back with gifts. His uncle proudly handed Harry the little pouch. He remembered shortly after, seeing his uncle's face scrunch in confusion, the redness creeped into his cheeks. The man tore the bag away from him, saying that he had stolen it from Dudley.

Harry snapped back to himself. "That goat fucking bastard."

He pressed on. The anger fueling his strides to come faster. He had only been walking for a few minutes when he heard voices up ahead. Harry slowed down to listen. They were faint, but they sounded American, which he hoped meant they didn't work for Twinkles. There was more than once voice and they were coming from somewhere off to his left, deeper in the trees.

Harry focused, trying to hear what they were saying. His attention was interrupted as beacon of magic in the same direction. It felt old. The magic flowed like a spring. It saturated the area. Harry could understand why Sirius was interested in this place. The ambient magic would cover anything they could pull off.

He stepped off the path, following the beacon of magical energy by instinct. The voices grew more distinct. There were three of them. American. Female. They sounded young, probably around his own age. There was an undercurrent of tension in their conversation.

"Are you sure?" One voice said.

"I told you." Another snapped. "I felt something. Whatever it is, it's Spellman."

"How do you know that." A third voice asked.

"It's always Spellman." The second voice answered.

"You are right, Prudence." The first voice said. "She does cause trouble."

Harry stepped into a clearing. Three girls, taller than him but about all the same height stood around a large tree-stump. They were dressed in matching classic style button-down dress with long sleeves. He would have thought they were sisters if not for the fact that one was black, one was Asian, and the last was white. In fact, the white girl looked like she could be a Weasley if her hair was more orange instead of strawberry blonde.

The trio stared at him as he entered the clearing. He stared right back.

"And you are?" The black girl with short blonde hair asked.

"Harry." He replied, inclining his head. "Who might you three be?"

"Prudence." The black girl replied.

"Agatha." The Asian one said.

"Dorcus." The white girl finished.

"You're the source of the power." Prudence strode toward him.

She was built like a dancer, lithe and fit. With a closer look, they all were. Harry didn't feel the pull from them, but he they were attractive company.

"Visiting from away." Agatha began to approach as well, a step behind Prudence.

"A powerful visitor from away." Dorcus added, falling into place even with Agatha.

The duo stood, flanking Prudence, a practiced formation. Harry had to look up at them, they had at least four inches on him. He chuckled and shook his head. Even with that advantage he could feel that they weren't a threat. Maybe if they all worked as one, then they could be a problem.

They didn't have wands. Come to think of it, neither did Sabrina or her Aunts. Harry hadn't seen the Spellman's do any magic. Either this sort was wandless, or they spoke incantations out loud. They were on equal footing in that respect, they had no clue how his magic worked as well.

"What were you saying about Spellman?" Harry titled his head to the side.

"There is a family nearby." Agatha started.

"Spellman, by name." Dorcus continued.

"We spoke of Sabrina, specifically." Prudence finished. "She is at the center of most things that go wrong around here."

Harry pressed the brewing annoyance down. "And you three are here to investigate?"

They nodded in unison.

"Is that your job?" Harry tried to sound curious rather than aggravated.

"No." Prudence chuckled. "Merely curiosity." She took a step forward. "But now, I find you very curious."

"Curiouser and curiouser." Agatha added.

The trio began to circle him. Studying him from different angles.

"You radiate power." Prudence purred the last word. She reached out, trailing a fingertip along the back of his neck. "It is intoxicating."

"Delicious." Dorcus whispered.

"Mouthwatering." Agatha growled.

Harry watched as they finished their circuit of him and came back to their triangle formation. He could feel their lingering magic where they had walked. They had formed a circle around him, subtly enclosing him with their charm.

He smiled, flexing his own magic against the barrier. It shattered with at his touch. The trio flinched, like they had physically been struck. Harry locked eyes with Prudence. She gave him a predatory smile before charging him. Oddly enough, the other two stayed where they were.

Harry stepped to the side. He wrapped an arm around her waist as she passed. She gasped as he pulled her back against his chest, pinning her arms in place. He wasn't sure what she was trying to do, but he wasn't going to let her attack go unanswered.

She stared back at him. Her eyes locked on his. She lunged forward, kissing him roughly as she pressed her body against his. Harry kissed her back on instinct. His mind tried to catch up to the current situation. She wasn't trying to escape; her free hand was now groping his thigh. The kiss broke as he considered what to do next.

Harry held her tight, not letting her move. He tensed, waiting for her hand to find purchase. Harry grunted as her fingers found his crotch. Instead of attacking, she began to rub and fondle him. Harry looked in her eyes again. He felt a pulse of his magic reach out to her, scanning her thoughts.

Arousal screamed at him rather than aggression. She kissed him again as her hand moved from fondling to searching for his zipper. Harry released his hold on her. He spun her around to face him.  Her eyes burned with a hunger that was clear to see.

Harry wasn't sure what was going on. A few hours ago, he had lost his virginity to a girl he had just met. Now, this girl was practically trying to rip his clothes off. There wasn't the magical connection he had with Sabrina. This was just pure unadulterated lust. He didn't owe Sabrina anything. If anything, he needed to stay away from her.

The sound of his zipper being worked pulled him from his thought. Why not?

Harry grabbed the front of her dress, ripping open expose a matching set of lacy blue bra and panties. He held her at arm's length, admiring the view. She was fit, without being muscular. Her skin just begged to be touched. He lunged forward, kissing, and biting along her collar bone. Prudence pulled him closer, her hands running through his hair. She was too tall for him to reach her lips, but that was easily solved.

His hands gripped her ass, lifting her up off her feet. She squealed as she wrapped her legs around him, bringing their mouths in line. The fact that her panty clad crotch pressed against his hardened member was a happy accident. Prudence moaned into his mouth, grinding on him.

Harry felt hands work his pants lower. Another set moved his boxers, freeing his cock. He broke the hungry kiss. Tilting his head to the side he saw the other two girls kneeling beside him. He wasn't sure who was doing what, but they did it well.

A hand grabbed the base of his cock. He felt the tip of the crown brush against Prudence's burning slit. Harry groaned as Prudence slid down onto him. The fingers holding her panties out of the way brushed along his length as she began to bounce on him. Harry wasn't sure how he was able to hold her like this. Standing up, thrusting into her as she pushed down onto him. That was a thought for another time.

Prudence leaned her head back, letting out a loud moan. Harry felt her shudder. It hadn't been that long, but the feeling of her walls squeezing against him was too much. He had just enough control of his mental facilities to pull out before he came in her.

Harry grabbed the girl to his right, Agatha if he remembered correctly, and pulled her close. Her eyes went wide as his cock approached. She opened her mouth to allow access. Harry pumped a few times, enjoying a different kind of warmth but cumming in her mouth.

"That was mine." Prudence glared at him.

"She didn't swallow." The third girl, Dorcus stood.

Prudence set her feet back on the ground. She turned to Agatha, pulling her forcefully into a kiss. Harry watched as his cum swapped from one mouth to the other. Prudence locked eyes with him as she swallowed. Dorcus moved over in front of Agatha, licking a small string of his cum from the edge of her mouth.

All three witches stared at him.

"It was nice to meet you." Harry let out a long breath, the tension he had been holding gone.

"What about us?" Agatha stood before him. Her wonderful fingers began to stroke his softening dick.

Prudence didn't seem to mind. She was in the process of closing her dress. Though she did watch with some interest.

"Next time." Harry pulled his boxers and pants up in one go. "I'm going to be around for a few days."

7.

Harry continued his trek to down the path. Things had gotten very strange, very fast. If someone had told him last week that Dumbledore was worse than Voldermort, Sirius knew more about the Muggle world than Harry, and that he'd have sex with more than one girl in less twenty-four hours he would have thought they were insane. And yet, here he was.

Was that a threesome? What constituted as a threesome? Did it require full on sex between partners? If the other girls joined in, would it have been an orgy?

He was getting distracted. Somehow, this wasn't all that out of the ordinary for his life. At the start of this year had someone told him he'd outfly a dragon he would have thought they were lying. Having sex was probably the more probable of the two.

The walk to town was a nice break. There was a slight chill in the air, but it was comfortable enough not to need a coat. Fleur was right about one thing, the weather at Hogwarts was horrible.

Harry wondered along the streets. The people didn't seem to pay him extra attention. Some smiles, a couple of waves, but that was it. He found a café that was also a bookshop about midway down the main street. The town proper wasn't all that big, probably a little smaller than Hogsmeade actually.

"Take a seat and I'll come find you." A young woman said as she dashed by.

Harry didn't get a good look at her. She left a palpable scent trail of deliciousness as she passed. The café was set apart from the bookstore side of things by a row of short shelves. Well-worn paperbacks and the local newspaper were placed for interested parties. He found a table near the back wall. It was meant for two, so he was able to take the far seat and keep an eye on the front.

"What'll it be hun?" The woman from before asked.

He stared up at her blankly. She motioned to a chalkboard menu hanging above the checkout counter.

"Spiced Apple Cider, please." Harry said with a small blush.

The woman paused, taking another look at him. "Visiting?"

Harry nodded.

"First drink is on the house." The woman winked at him.

Harry felt his cheeks warm. He settled back into his seat as she left. The tables around him were taken up by small groups that looked to be around his age. A sudden pang of sadness settled in. It cut deeper than any Dementor had ever been able to reach.

He was alone. Again. It was different this time, Sirius was with him. Still, he didn't know when, or if, he would ever see his friends again. Were they even real? His memories had been altered so much that he wasn't even sure that the people he missed were actually them. When he thought of the fun times with Ron and Hermione there was something not quite right about it. If he focused it was like the people were wearing masks that looked like Ron and Hermione but weren't actually them.

It made his head hurt.

He would never see Fleur again. For some reason that hurt. They hadn't been friends; she had been borderline hostile when they first met. She had been cordial after the second task, but that was it. Except, that wasn't it. Her family had invited him to lunch to say thank you. He met her parents and was properly introduced to Gabrielle. Harry could remember the warmth of their company. Before dinner he had been called to Dumbledore's office. Then the memory went dark.

"Are you ok, hun?" The woman asked.

Harry shook his head, coming back to the present. He nodded.

"Lost in thought." Harry smiled at her. "Thank you."

"Do you need anything else?" She hesitated, not wanting to leave him alone.

"Just a little homesick." Harry spoke softly.

The woman patted his hand. She gave him a small smile.

"Not much I can do about that. Sorry, hun." She sighed.

"I appreciate the thought." Harry tried to smile. "Thank you."

She let go of his hand and fell back into the flow of her work. Harry sipped the cider. It was tart and warmed his bones. He focused on his memories some more, trying to find other places that were missing. Harry let his feelings lead the way. Finding the moments of joy and laughter. Ginny popped up a few times, her but not her. Placing his focus on the fake-Ginny he tried to find what was true. The façade cracked, starting with her hair. Red faded away to near-white, blonde hair. The freckles disappeared as the shape of her face shifted. In her place was a girl in Ravenclaw robes. The name clicked.

"Luna." Harry whispered.

Speaking her name unlocked a flood of memories. She was a year younger than him and lived near the Weasleys. Harry met her when she was being bullied. He helped her adjust. Luna tried to warn him about Dumbledore. She popped up a few more times along the years. Luna never seemed insulted or upset that he didn't recognize her. She had been at the Weasley's house during the summers. It was like she had been scrubbed from his memories. She was there so many times now that he was looking.

Who else?

His dive into his shattered memories was interrupted by something approaching. Harry looked up toward the front of the store. He wasn't accustomed to feeling magical signatures. Even Sirius had mentioned it, they were here to mask things. This though, this he felt.

A woman stood on the street, looking into the café. Looking right at him. She was powerful, whoever she was. It was a type of magic that Harry had never felt before. The closest thing he could equate it too was facing the Horntail. She wasn't human.

He watched as the woman entered the café. She gave false smiles to those who greeted her. Harry studied her, wondering how no one else noticed. She was an apex predator among cattle.

"Hello." The woman stopped at the open seat. "May I?"

Harry nodded. She took off her jacket and draped it over the back of the chair before sitting. Harry had to admit she was attractive. Her flowing black hair reached down below her shoulders. Her sharp blue eyes met his.

"Mary Wardwell." She inclined her head.

"Jack Lantern." Harry replied.

She smiled at him, a genuine one. "Charmed."

"A lie for a lie." Harry replied.

Her eyes shifted to a burning orange for a just a split second.

"Lilith." She offered her hand, palm down.

"Harry Potter." He took her hand and kissed it.

Lilith leaned forward, studying him. "Free of your chains, I see."

"For now." Harry sighed. "I'm sorry but I don't know who you are."

She waved the apology away. "You have no reason."

Lilith paused. She closed her eyes, leaned in closer, and sniffed. A wicked smile crossed her face. Her eyes stayed the burning orange for moment as she opened them.

"You've been a busy boy." She chuckled.

"You could say that." Harry smiled at her. "Are you going to attack me?"

"Do you want me too?" Her voice dropped to a husky whisper.

Harry blushed. "I meant-"

"I know." She smiled at him that reminded him that she wasn't quite human.

Harry felt a chill run down his spine. Like a claw drifting along his skin, only it was a different sort of hunger it promised.

"Do you like older women, Harry?" Lilith purred.

He jumped when he felt her foot touch his leg.

"Or do you like girls your own age?" She held his gaze as her foot traveled higher.

"Mary!" The waitress came to a stop by the table. "I didn't see you come in. Can I get your usual?"

The foot rubbing against his leg retreated. "I was just stopping in to say hello."

"You know our handsome visitor?" The woman asked.

"Not as well as I'd like." Lilith stole a look at Harry. "I have to be going."

The waitress watched her go. Harry sighed at Lilith left the café.

"She's always been an odd duck." The waitress mumbled.

8.

Sirius chased Hilda up the stairs. Her giggles spurred him on faster. She squeaked as he pinched her plump ass when he got close enough. For the first time since he escaped Azkaban, he felt like himself again. Dark Lords, meddling old men, and being an outlaw didn't matter. All that mattered was that Harry was safe. The fact Sirius was about to get laid also helped keep his spirits high.

Hilda pressed her back against the door to her room. Sirius pressed closer, stealing a kiss. One hand hooked on a beltloop on her pants while the other began to work on the buttons of her shirt.

"Siri." She gasped. "We're not in the room yet."

"We're still dressed." Sirius flashed her a smile.

He actually felt her legs go a little weak. Hilda was an adorable, full-figured woman. She hid it well with plain clothes, but she had an hourglass that got him hard enough in seconds. A flash of her cute smile coupled with her musical giggle and Sirius was hooked. It was family obligations that pulled them apart. That and they were too young to settle down.

Hilda pushed the door open, fleeing inside. Sirius chased after her, feeling an almost feral urge to forgo all this teasing and mount her. She looked back at him, flashing that dazzling smile, cooling that urge for the moment.

Her smile stayed in place as she stripped off her shirt. She wore a light-yellow bra. A quick reach behind her back dropped it to the floor.

"Mm." Sirius bit his lip as he admired her large breasts.

"Oh hush." Hilda went red at the attention.

Sirius stalked forward. He dipped his head down kissing along her collar bone before moving lower to her nipples. Circling them with his tongue made her moan. The sound shot straight down his spine and reminded him that they both were wearing way too many clothes.

He channeled a pulse of magic into his ring, sending their clothes across the room into a neat stack.

"Siri." Hilda placed her hands on his chest, trying to give him a stern look. "Warn a girl before you strip her naked."

His grip shifted to her squeezable ass. He lifted her up as he turned and deposited her onto her bed. Hilda gasped as she found herself under him. She blushed brightly as he took in her fully nude body. His eyes trailed down her body coming to a stop at her fluffy, blonde bush. Sirius' fingers ran through her bush, loving how soft it felt. Hilda let out a surprised giggle at his touch.

Sirius dropped to his knees. There were many benefits to being an animagus. He was able to slip by dementors, he could eat things that normal people couldn't, and his tongue was longer than most.

Hilda was reminded of the wonders of his tongue as he began to lick her lower lips like the dog he was. Long, lapping strokes ended with a wiggle on her clit, making her scream like she hadn't in years. She let out a string of short, high moans as his wonderous tongue dipped lower to tease her other hole.

Sirius let out a little yelp as her legs pushed him away. He rocked back onto his heels. His movement was arrested as her legs wrapped around him. With a pull and a twist Sirius found himself on his back on the bed. Hilda climbed atop of him; her hungry eyes locked onto his.

Hilda adjusted his thick cock head to the optimal position. They moaned in unison as she dropped down, taking his full length in one go. Hilda rocked her hips, slowly at first before speeding up. The bed slammed a wild rhythm against the wall.

Out in the hallway, sitting at a little café table, Zelda shook her head. From her spot she could see the front door and all of the bedrooms. She had already caught Sabrina twice trying to sneak out of her room. This was going to be a long night.

9.

Harry woke up the next morning to find Dobby waiting in the kitchen area. The wonderful elf had made pancakes with hot cocoa. Harry also noticed a small stack of mail on the table.

"What are those?" Harry asked as he took a seat.

"Goblins sent the safe letters." Dobby replied. "Mostly for Harry Potter, a couple of Padfeet."

Harry ate his breakfast while staring at the letters. Sirius had spent the night in the house with Hilda. He couldn't blame his godfather for that. The man deserved some happiness. Once he was finished with his food, he slid the stack of mail closer.

There were two for Sirius, which he set aside, and five for him.

The first one was from Dumbledore. He noticed the seal had been broken. There was a note scribbled on the outside of the letter.

Tracking charm removed.
Compulsion charm removed.
Magical Syphon removed.
Document is now safe.

Harry shook his head. He opened the letter.

Dear Harry,
Your friends and loved one need you. Return as soon as possible.

It was signed with the long string of names and titles the man had. Harry placed it to the side.

"You can burn that one." Harry said to Dobby.

He moved to the next letter. The handwriting wasn't any that he recognized. This one had a note scribbled on it as well.

Translation Charm functioning
Document is safe

Harry shrugged and opened the letter.

Dear Harry,
I have tried to write you three times already. Each time the owl simply will not deliver the message. I have sent this with my father's owl. He is a member of the French Ministry. It is traceless and cannot be intercepted. If this letter goes through, then I knew you are alive at least.
I hope to hear from you soon. Please let me know if you are safe.
With Love,
Fleur

The next two he recognized as howlers. They had been deactivated. A quick glance at the contents showed that one was from Molly Weasley and the other was from Hermione. He stacked those in the burn pile with the letter from Dumbledore. The last letter was an official missive from Gringotts.

Lord Potter,
The process to reclaim your stolen wealth has begun. An audit of your vaults has revealed multiple withdraws from your accounts from unauthorized parties. The goblin in charge of your vault that allowed this to repeatedly happen has been executed.
Your owl is currently going through a thorough decontamination. The cost for treatment for the goblins she has injured will be added to your bill. An itemized record can be requested if so wished.
Be Well,
Gringotts Bank of the Goblin Nation

Harry blinked. He'd have to look into that at a later date. He put that in its own pile.

"We'll keep that for later." Harry told Dobby.

"Understood, Harry Potter sir." The elf snatched the letters that were to be burned. "And what of Miss Flowers letter?"

"Can you deliver a letter to her directly rather than using an owl or the goblins?" Harry asked.

"Yes, Dobby can."

Harry paused. "I need to talk to Sirius first. Thank you for breakfast, it was tasty."

Dobby smiled at him. Harry crossed the driveway and headed up the stairs. He knocked on the door then waited. Zelda opened it, looking him over. She wore a nice black dress with a lace collar.

"May I come in?" Harry asked.

Zelda stepped out of the way. "Sabrina is at school."

"That's good." Harry sighed. "I need to talk to Sirius."

"Follow me." Zelda led him up the stairs.

She opened a door without knocking and stepped in. Harry followed only to find them in an empty bedroom. From the brief interaction with Hilda, it didn't look like the décor fit. If anything, it was something he'd imagine a Pureblood's bedroom would be back home.

A chill ran down his spine as he heard the door lock behind him. He turned around to see Zelda glaring at him.

"Strip." She commanded.

"Pardon?" Harry asked.

"I am not letting an ounce of your seed get anywhere near Sabrina." Zelda began to undress. "I can't just kill you so the only thing I can do is drain your balls until there is nothing left."

Harry was glad she wasn't going to try to kill him, that happened way too often in his life already, but he was pretty sure that wasn't how biology worked. Still, the older blonde woman was rather fit. Zelda had a tight figure with breasts a little bigger than Sabrina and hardly any sag.

"I said strip." Zelda shimmied out of the last of her clothes, now nude before him.

She stalked toward him, unbuttoning his shirt, and tossing it on the floor. Zelda turned her attention to his pants, working the button and zipper like a pro. Soon Harry was just a nude as she was. At one point she had even managed to get his socks and shoes off.

Zelda pushed him back onto the bed. She mounted him, resting on his thighs, as she stroked him to hardness. The older woman took a brief moment to examine his hardness. Her thumb rubbed a drop of pre-cum around the head of his cock.

She lifted herself up, aimed his cock, and dropped down. Harry was pleasantly surprised to find her really wet. He had a sneaking suspicion that she wasn't doing this solely to protect Sabrina. She let out a slight noise as she began to ride him. Zelda held her hands stiffly at her sides, wearing a stern expression.

"Hurry along." Zelda said, her voice had a small shiver to it.

Harry shot her a smirk. She looked away, but he could see the new blush on her cheeks. One thing that being a Seeker had taught him was to pay attention to details. Like how her hips would pause at the end of each motion. How she tried to hide that her hands were carefully bunching up the sheet. She started to moan but covered the sound by clearing her throat.

"This isn't going to work." Harry grabbed her hips, lifting her up.

Now with more space he was able to actually move. He thrust into her, pulling her down to meet him at the apex of the motion. Zelda closed her eyes and let out a long moan. She fell forward, her head hit the pillow next to him. Her face was covered to hide the noises she was making. The new positioned allowed him more range of motion. Bending his legs, he increased his pace, pounding into her as fast as his hips could go.

Zelda pulled her face from the pillow. She let out a wordless scream as her body began to buck against him. Harry slowed down, fucking her deep and hard as she rode out her orgasm. She went limp against him.

Harry tucked her leg against his side and rolled over without pulling out of her. He lifted her legs up, bending them so her knees were resting on his shoulders. Harry gave her a feral smile before he began jackhammering into her.

She spoke in half-garbled words and grunts. Her hands were clenched fists that strangled the bedsheets. Harry could feel her body begin to rock against him again. This position allowed let him experience the full force of her pussy trying to milk his cock. Harry pressed as deep as he could. He closed his eyes, letting out a groan as he let loose his first load of cum.

"Th-There." Zelda panted. "It should be safe to have you around Sabrina now."

"Miss Spellman." Harry tutted. "You underestimate my sex drive."

He flexed his cock, letting her know it was still mostly hard. She gasped.

"Would you kindly roll over so I can fuck you like the bitch you are?" Harry asked sweetly. "I've got at least three more loads in me."

10.

Harry was in the kitchen with Ambrose when Sabrina made it home from school. She cautiously stayed by the door once she saw him there.

"My friends will meet us in town." Sabrina said quickly. "Harvey will be by to pick us up in a little bit."

Harry blocked his smile with his hand. "Thank you. I'm excited to meet them."

She nodded before she fled to her bedroom. It was odd that her aunties weren't around. Both of their bedroom doors were closed. Hilda was usually in the kitchen throughout the day while Zelda was always around doing whatever she did. Harry's godfather, Sirius if she recalled, was missing too.

Sabrina shook her head to clear her thoughts. She needed to focus. Being around Harry was risky. One wrong step and her relationship with Harvey was doomed. She hoped that by keeping Roz and Susie around it would distract her from him.

The familiar sound of tires on gravel drew Sabrina out of her thoughts. She rushed back downstairs and outside. Harvey had just gotten out of his truck when she ran over to him. She pulled him into a desperate kiss, that left the young man weak in the knees.

"Hi Sabrina." Harvey's smile had a drunk edge to it.

"I missed you." She whispered.

"You just saw me at school." He laughed. "Didn't you want to introduce me to your visitor?"

"Right." Sabrina grabbed one of his arms and held it tightly to her. "Do you want to come inside to meet him?"

"Sorry, but your house kind of freaks me out." Harvey tried to ease the blow with a shy smile.

"I'll go get him then." Sabrina nodded.

She took a deep breath to steady herself. Once her thoughts were in order she went inside. Harry was still in the kitchen with Ambrose. Sabrina focused on the space just to the side of him.

"Harvey's here." She forced her voice to remain calm.

"Lead the way." Harry stood. "We should avoid eye contact and keep each other at a distance."

"Good idea." Sabrina nodded.

They made it outside without incident.

"Harvey, this is Harry. Harry, this is Harvey." Sabrina moved to stand next to her boyfriend, trying to appear casual while not looking at Harry.

"Hi." Harvey said.

"Hello." Harry said. "Thank you for showing me around."

"You're British?" Harvey asked.

Harry nodded. "My father and uncle were friends of Sabrina's aunts and her father. Well, her father and Hilda at least."

Harvey laughed. "Hilda is great. She makes the best chocolate chip cookies."

Sabrina stuck to his side as they walked back over to the truck.

"It's a bit too cold to sit in the back." Harvey said with a good-natured grin. "We'll have to squish together in the cab."

Harry stumbled a step. Sabrina shot him a worried look.

"Right." Harry nodded. "I'll stick to the door for now. We don't know each other well enough to get that close."

The trio shared a short laugh.

"You're going to have to let go of me to get in." Harvey whispered to Sabrina.

She took a deep breath before stepping away. He opened the door for her, letting her slide over. Harry waited until Harvey was inside and at the wheel before he got in as well. He pulled the door closed. One hand stayed on the doorhandle as tried to give Sabrina as much space as possible.

Harvey gave the two a weird look as he started the truck.

"It's a short drive." He said. "There isn't much of a town to show off. If you'd like we could head over to Pops in Riverdale. The shakes are worth the drive."

"I don't know if that would work." Sabrina said. "It would be impossible to pack Roz and Susie in too."

"If only we had a flying broom." Harry smiled over at the two of them. "Greendale is known for its witches, right?"

Harvey laughed as they pulled out of the driveway.