The Issue of Mine Enemy

BY : PerfesserN
Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female
Dragon prints: 38182
Disclaimer: Okay, okay. I'm NOT JK Rowlings, I do not own Harry Potter. I make no money from writing these stories, I do it because it's fun and other people seem to enjoy what I write - the best of whom write review and tell me when I get it right and

Name: PerfesserN

E-mail address: PerfesserN@hotmail.com

Title: Family Issue

Summary: Harry and his staff begin to plan for Belle's release, Belle shows
Harry a different kind of release.

Categories: Drama, romance, violence (in parts)

Pairings: Bellatrix/Harry, Harry/Marietta, Bellatrix/Harry/Marietta

Chapter 20 – Promotions and Celebrations

In the dungeon Bellatrix read aloud by the dim light of her reading wand:

Dans les caveaux d'insondable tristesse
Où le Destin m'a déjà relégué;
Où jamais n'entre un rayon rose et gai;
Où, seul avec la Nuit, maussade hôtesse

And Harry heard and understood:

My fate confines me, dark and shady,
In vaults of lone unfathomed grief.
No rosy sunbeams bring relief.
Alone with Night, my grim landlady,

He was astounded at the relevance of it, “Belle, that is so, I can’t think of the word, just so right, right now.”

“You can see why I am drawn to Charles Baudelaire, how could I not be?”

“Are all of his works so . . . dark?”

“I would have to say most, he was a tortured soul, but he wrote of great beauty, his ‘Les Yeux de Berthe,’”

“Sounds like ‘the eyes of Bertha’ or ‘Bertha’s Eyes,’ am I close?”

“Exactly, that and ‘À une Dame Créole,’ which translates to ‘to a Creole Lady’ are both celebrations of feminine beauty.”

“Will you read those to me, please?”

“Of course.”

A bright light shone just above his head and he heard Marietta softly call, “wakey, wakey sleepyhead” just before she planted a kiss on his forehead.

“Five thirty already?” he groused.

“Time to be up Luv.”

He stumbled into the loo and took a quick shower, then shaved and returned to his bedroom to don the uniform of the day only to find ‘Marie’ stretched out on top of his comforter wearing the ‘birthday gift-wrapping’ from the weekend before.

“Um, Marie?”

“I hope you don’t mind, lover, I woke you up early to give you a proper present.”

He looked over at the mantle clock and saw that it was indeed early. They had about two hours before they had to be anywhere.

Harry swore he felt a snigger in the back of his mind as Belle took in the scene before him. He smiled and set himself to the task at hand, it might be his birthday but he was going to see to it that Marietta got the presents; as many as he could give her.

He doffed the towel around his waist and stretched out on the bed next to Marietta enveloping her in a full body embrace.

“I said it before, and I’ll say it again. I love the feel of this.”

He rolled her gently under him, keeping the bulk of his weight on his arms and kissed her roundly, she rolled her hips back and forth trying to stimulate his already over stimulated erection that she could feel – oh how she loved the feel of it – and roll the fleshy pole between them. He broke the kiss and smiled as he slid down to nuzzle and kiss her very nice, very firm, very sensitive nipples.

He slid further down kissing her navel before zeroing in on his ultimate destination. Harry had received a special gift from Belle the night before, a little charm that would allow him to touch the tip of his nose with his tongue; indeed, he had practiced doing just that with just this scenario in mind. In essence, his tongue had become a self-lubricating phallus.

He touched the tip of his elongated tongue to the top of her already engorged clit and then stroked the length of it, tip to base inside her cunt.

“Sweet Baby Maeve!” she screamed.

If Harry had been wearing his glasses they would have broken as Marie’s thighs convulsed involuntarily around his head. He snickered at the little voice in his head that said “I told you so.”
He tongue fucked her until his jaw was sore and she was reduced to a quivering mass of over stimulated flesh. As he lifted his head his lower jaw was covered with her ejaculate and he was picking curly hairs out of his teeth.

“Dental floss” he said and snickered.

“Would you like me to shave?” Marietta said through half-lidded eyes.

Harry thought about it and said, “Yeah, that would be interesting!”

“Bring me my wand?” she asked, still coming down from her orgasmic haze.

He did and was fascinated as she depilitated herself using a spell very similar to the one he used to shave. The hair was removed and vanished simultaneously.

“Only problem is, now I have to shave everyday or it’ll get prickly” she groused.

“Or you could get me to do it for you?” Harry suggested.

“You just want an excuse to look at my bits” she smiled.

“Every day, darlin’, and twice on Sundays.”

They laughed at this when she noticed he was still sporting a healthy erection.

“We have to do something about that!” she insisted.

“Hmmmm, can I use your wand?”

She handed it over and was very pleasantly shocked when he used the same spell to shave his own ‘bits.’

She looked at her bald mound and snickered, “I look like I’m about twelve again!”

“I don’t think so,” Harry rejoined, not unless you had really nice boobies at twelve!”

“Well, from the waist down anyway.”

“I guess I do too.”

“Um, I can’t say that I’ve seen any, but I don’t thing there are any boys that age carrying around a stonker as, um, impressive as yours!”

She pulled him back on top of herself and said “c’mere you!”

He slid in easily, filling her completely. They both had to admit the clean-shaven ‘bits’ make for a bit of all right extra stimulation.

Two hours later, sweaty and out of breath they shared yet another shower and were prepared to meet the day with Mona Lisa smiles.

Thursday the 31st was a beautiful day, the aurors candidates were less than three weeks from graduation and their skills were being honed to a fine edge by the combined efforts of the Recruit Platoon Leader and the senior staff and cadre. Harry A.K.A. Platoon Leader Evans was astounded by the level of dedication to duty shown by his troops; men and women who had just two months before been school kids or shopkeepers. Now they were the edge of the sword and Harry was the chevalier.

As the trainees tromped back to their rooms, dirty and worn from a long day of training in the intense midsummer’s heat they were reminded, “Formation at twenty-hundred, full dress robes.”

Harry remarked that it was a sign of maturity that no one groaned at the thought of wearing the heavy maroon dress robes over the Class “A” auror’s uniform. He took a long-hot shower, and was startled when Marietta slid into the tiny shower stall to spoon behind him and run her soapy hands all over his freshly shaven ‘equipment’ which of course made the shower longer and hotter as he had to quench his ardor in the welcome warmth of his favorite yeoman. They definitely tested the strength of the stall walls as he pounded his Marie up against said walls while she wrapped her legs around his waist and wailed her orgasms for the entire camp to hear.

“Oh yeah” Harry thought, “that’s being discrete. . .”

In no time Recruit Platoon Leader Evans, a very flushed Yeoman Edgecombe and a sniggering Master at Arms Smythe were standing in front of his platoon; forty eight of Her Majesty’s finest in four neat rows of twelve. To their left First Platoon headed by Christina Prince, to their right Third and Fourth Platoons respectively.

Commandant Hayden stepped smartly to the fore, flanked by his adjutant and Regimental Sergeant Major Moody.

“Avalon Regiment, Ninth Company, stan-dat ease!” The commandant’s voice did not need a ‘sonorus’ charm, it carried on its own quite well thank you. “In three weeks you will be become a regular auror unit, a thin red line in a war that has set brother against brother and neighbor against neighbor. Some of our friends and family have gone over to the enemy and will not hesitate to kill us when we oppose them. Make no mistake ladies and gentlemen; we are engaged in a terrible civil war and we are fighting for our very survival. We must end this war quickly and decisively if the wizarding world is to endure. To do this we need soldiers, yes, troops to take the fight to the enemy but we also need leaders those who can and will make the difficult decisions in the days to come.” His gaze transfixed the two hundred three troops before him. Then he called out “Recruit Platoon Leader Evans, front and center.”

Harry strode forward and whipped his wand out placing it over his heart in a smart auror’s salute.

“Sah, yes Sah!”

“Platoon leader Evans, Ninth Company will be engaging Fifth Company and Seventh Company in maneuvers on the 18th of August, we need to appoint a Company Commander to lead this lot into victory against our sister companies. You are hereby volunteered, I mean appointed to that position.”

The assembled troops chuckled at that.

The adjutant, a strikingly handsome woman who reminded Harry of his astronomy professor, came forward with Sergeant Major Moody who held a flat box. Opening the box revealed a gold braided cord.

Commandant Hayden held a scabbarded officer’s sword and belt, his own.

The commandant spoke in a low voice, “Commander Evans, I wore this braid and this sword when I was the Company Commander training to go after Grindelwald; I know you’ll do them justice.”

The two assistants affixed the golden braid so that it hung smartly over Harry’s left shoulder. The older officer helped him affix the belt and sword about his waist.

Moody told Harry “there’s stout and a late supper in the open mess, compliments of the Commandant, liberty weekend starts as of the close of this formation,” then his grizzled and scarred face cracked a lopsided smile, “at your pleasure Commander.”

Harry turned to face the assembled company.

“Avalon Ninth. Company. Attention!”

Two hundred and two pairs of heels clicked smartly together.

“Commandant Hayden’s compliments, liberty weekend will commence at dismissal. Also, as we know you are going to do the Ninth proud during maneuvers the food is hot and the stout is cold; repair to the Open Mess.” There was absolute quiet in the ranks when Harry shouted “Comp’ny - Dis-missed!”

Smythe shouted “Three cheers for Commander Evans!”

“Hip hip!”
“Huzzah!”
“Hip hip!”
“Huzzah!”
“Hip hip!”
“Huuzzzaaahhhh!”

Then the cheering throng descended on the open mess.

Harry followed the company to the mess which had been converted into a hall with tables and chairs lining the walls, he was congratulated and slapped on the back so much that he knew he’d have bruises the next day. He cornered Sergeant Major Moody and pointedly accused the grizzled old auror of setting him up for failure.

“Nonsense lad, I just thought you needed more manpower to release the lass from the DEs in that hole in the ground.”

“Beg pardon?”

“You’re the Company Commander now; you have access to the resources of all four platoons. Hell lad, y’could bring the cavern’s roof down on the enemy with that much raw power.”

“Wouldn’t that be an abuse of my authority?”

“No lad, that’ll be a use of your authority. Think about it. These lads and lasses are itchin’ t’ fight death eaters; you know where they’re holed up. It’s perfect.”

“They’re still trainees, they’d be slaughtered.”

“Aye, that’s a distinct possibility, but you can keep the body count down if yer smart about it. Use all the resources at yer disposal lad.”

Harry knew that no Company Commander had sent newly trained troops against a ruthless enemy since the days of Grindewald. That had been Commandant Hayden’s war. He spied the Commandant and begged a few minutes of the Old Man’s time.

“Sir, I have my reservations about this commission, I mean, my aurors will do whatever I tell them, I know that. What happens when they don’t follow orders and get killed? Worse, what happens when they do follow orders and get killed? How do I live with that?”

“Commander, you don’t just live. You celebrate every victory, you mourn every unnecessary loss of life on both sides of the conflict; you honor their commitment and you never second guess a success, no matter what the cost.”

Commandant Hayden took in his Company Commander’s expression and put his hand on the young man’s shoulder. “Evans, why did you sign up?”

Harry didn’t hesitate in his answer, “I have to be able to fight, I have to beat him.”

“And why is that?”

“He killed my parents; he has made my life a misery. Mostly I have to put paid to his accounts because I can.”

“Even at the cost of you your life?”

“Of course” Harry said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“Evans, every man and woman in this regiment feels the same way. Look around you. Some of these fine young folk will not see the end of this year, they will die because of a maniac who knows he knows better than the rest of us who our friends can be, what jobs we’re suited for and who’s fit to live and who has to die because of an accident of birth.”

Harry began to understand.

“Son, they signed up knowing they had a fair chance o’ dyin’.” Sergeant Moody interjected. “We’re at war and people are dyin’ all around us, they know that they might be next but their choice is to die for something. Something bigger than themselves, and like it or not, part of that ‘something’ is you.”

“I’m not worth dying for . . .”

“Bullshit, you’d lay down your life for any one of them, right?”

“Yes.”

“Then do them the courtesy of lettin’ em decide who’s worth livin’ for and if needs be, dyin’ for.”

“Well said Sergeant Major!” Hayden rejoined, then with a “by your leave, gentlemen” excused himself.

Harry sought out Marietta and enjoyed her company and that of the other dedicated warriors in the hall. At nearly midnight he excused himself and started walking toward the Repple Flat.

“Um, Commander?”

Harry took just a moment before he realized she was talking to him, “Uh, yes?”

“You don’t live there anymore.”

“I don’t?”

“No sir, you have a bungalow in officer’s country.”

“Oh, well, let me just pack and . . .”

“Already done Commander, this way if you please, sir.” she led Harry to the far side of the compound to a high hedge, just past the flowering shrubs he saw neat rows of small houses with neatly trimmed lawns and signposts declaring the occupants. He found the one that read Cmdr James Evans and started up the walk. Marietta remained on the sidewalk.

“Aren’t you coming?” he asked.

“I can’t, sir, officer’s country is warded against us enlisted types – keeps the riffraff out.”
Harry was obviously irritated by that, “Please don’t do that; don’t talk about yourself as if you are unimportant. I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you”

Marietta just shrugged.

“Half a mo,’ don’t I rate a command staff?”

She nodded.

“Effective immediately, you are my right hand, my Lieutenant, with all the privileges and responsibilities that entails!”

Marietta squealed, ran and jumped into Harry’s waiting arms wrapping her arms and legs around him, nearly toppling them both in the process.

He staggered into his new flat and found the master bath, all marble and mirrors; hoisted his Marie onto the pedestal sink and kissed her deeply while deftly unbuttoning her blouse under her cloak.

“Crikey Merlin Harry, look at that bath!”

The sunken tub in the middle of the marble floor looked like a great place to begin.

“Half a tic, Luv, while I get the water started.”

He turned several taps and watched the tub fill quickly with various colors of bubbles and scents, one of which read ‘sandalwood.’

He turned to look at Marietta and was surprised to see her still somewhat dressed; except for the buttons he had managed to open on her white blouse. She was still perched on the sink swinging her legs watching him intently.

“Would you like to join me?” he asked, pulling off his cloak.

“Uh huh” she answered, still looking as he removed his shirt and boots.

“Well?” he asked.

“I’m waiting for you to undress me, Commander.”

“I could just order you, y’know.”

“Oh dear, can’t have insubordination on me record now can I?”

He dropped his trousers and boxers, pulling off his socks in the process, and strode toward her completely starkers, obviously ready for action. He unclasped her cloak and laid it neatly on the counter then picked her up in his arms as he would a small child, then walked to the edge of the bath.

Her eyes grew wide with horror.

“Harry!” she shrieked, “don’t you fuckin’ dare!”

He chuckled and stepped forward into the waist deep bubbly water.


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