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Disclaimer: I make no money off of this fanfiction. Harry Potter and its world isn't mine.Any and all resemblance is entirely coincidental. In celebration of the month of horror

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Harry took his time drying off, and he took his time to dry out his clothes. With the Hot Air Charm, He was glad that Hermione had taught him that charm as his jeans and his gray jacket was soaked, and so was his blue shirt.
They were still delightfully warm as he laced up his shoes. Harry rolled up his right sleeve. Though it marked his flesh. Harry felt a small sense of his Hogwarts house.
The spartan design was sparse. They were after all imprisoned in all but name. He clutched his wand. He gazed at his 11’’ long wand of holly. The only one with Fawkes’s feather as its core that wasn’t in the hands of a dark lord.
At least, Voldermort was gracious enough to let him keep his wand holster. By a loose definition of the term. The rain had stopped yet the sky remained darkly overcast.
Harry opened the door. Already the lights were flickering. It wouldn’t be too long before the electricity cut out.
“Lumos” The tip of his holly wand lit, and the light of the stairwell struggled for a moment and sputtered out.
Harry clasped the flaking paint guardrail as he made his way down. Here where no customer was ever supposed to be. The walls were just concrete. Unadorned.
It brought to his mind despite his best efforts of the cupboard in which he once lived. Harry passed the double doors.
“Nox” The light at his wand tip vanished.
There was a wonderful aroma on the air. The smell of cooking food. Harry’s stomach growled, and to his surprise, he realized he was famished.
He could hear the distant sounds of conversation. He made he was quick to the center of the second floor the food court. Where Hermione and others were seated, and the promise of warm food was palpable.
“Harry” Hermione caught his attention she gave a sigh of relief. The delicious smell of hamburgers. The aroma of cooking meat and fries.
“You look hungry.” Harry smiled at the cook. His stomach growled in response. She laughed her graying hair was vastly outnumbered by her brunette tresses.
Her smile reached both her lips and her eyes. It was wondrous to behold.
“I’m very grateful Miss.”
“Mrs. Fletch” She corrected with her brown eyes still shining.
Thank you for getting us out of that stairwell. Mr.Potter.”
Harry nodded in response.
“Just call me Harry” She nodded happily.
He sat back down across from Hermione and devoured his hamburger.
“Come to Hermione let’s unlock the bathrooms. Before there’s a riot.”
Hermione nodded, and they made their way to closest bathrooms.
“Alohomora” The bathroom doors promptly swung open.
“Call me if you need anything, Hermione.” Hermione nodded and then hastily rushed into the bathroom.
Harry kept his wand at the ready. He’d investigate the men’s room after she came back. There were only a few moments before Hermione’s hand grabbed him and pulled him inside the women’s room.
There were curse marks all over the place. Bellatrix was the one who liked to play with her victims. The janitor’s legs were obviously broken. They stuck out in unnatural directions. There was blood everywhere.
There were bits of blood and brain and gore all over the place. Harry hugged Hermione away from the gory scene. Bellatrix had to have used an explosion charm or curse. There was no way to identify them.
“Use the men’s room. I’ll clean this up.” Harry tried not to gag.
“Scourgify” He aimed at his wand at the outskirts of the horrendous mess. Where he pointed little by little did the gory mess begin to vanish. As he slowly went to the epicenter till at last, all that was left was a clean bathroom. The white linoleum is pristine as if the janitor had finished her duty. No one would be able to suspect that this bathroom was the scene of a brutal murder.
He took his time as little by little the scene of the gruesome murder vanished. Bits of the brain, dried blood, parts of bones and skull pieces. It all vanished. Until all that was left was the corpse.
“Locomotor corpse” Harry aimed at the mangled corpse. It softly floated of its own accord. Harry hurried as quick as he dared past the double doors into the dark stairwell.
“Lumos” Harry took his time. It wasn’t like this was the first time he had to ferry a corpse around. Cedric at least had been whole. Harry thought with a smile at his attempt at humor. He made his way up the stairwell and onto the roof.
“Nox” The light on his wand extinguished.
The janitor’s corpse hovered courtesy of the Locomotion Charm. He held out his wand, and the janitor’s corpse hovered over the edge, and he pointed down as he lifted the charm by letting his concentration waver.
The corpse dropped over the edge of the roof.
Harry thought that perhaps Cedric’s death was the moment the world went horribly wrong. Or perhaps it was the moment Professor Trelawny had been abducted amidst Dumbledore’s murder.
Would there even be a wizarding world to save from Voldermort as the world ended? Harry pondered
“No one goes anywhere alone. It’s the first rule” A voice interrupted his reverie.
“That’s true.” Harry shrugged.
He made his way to his tent. A tall extremely handsome man with clean-shaven chiseled features brown eyes and short blonde hair sat on his bed. He wore a tight purple shirt and tight jeans.
“I’m Argus Valentine” Harry raised his brow. This was new.
“I’m Harry just Harry.” He introduced himself. It was redundant, there was no one in the wizarding world who didn’t know who he was.
Argus’s perfect smile was brilliant to behold. Before his face changed to uncertainty.
“The Dark Lord,” Argus whispered. Harry looked at this fear on a pristine face. Hermione was right. Fear of a name grew the fear of the thing itself.
“His name is Tom.” The Dark Lord was a title created to inspire fear. Tom Riddle was much less frightening.
Argus looked at him incredulously. Harry couldn’t help but reveal that monster’s mundane name.
“Tom Marvolo Riddle. That’s his name. The name he chose for himself is tabooed” Harry learned that tidbit since it was what allowed him and Hermione to be captured before they got off the train.
“It’s just so mundane” Argus stated bewildered. Harry enjoyed the however small resistance he displayed. He would never say that made up the name again. A coward’s name.
“He’s not so scary, now is he?” Argus shook his head.
“No, I suppose not.”
Harry wondered why Argus was in his tent.
“Why are you in the tent of undesirable number one?” Harry stated bluntly.
Argus’s voice was low and soft.
“I don’t want to die.” Harry blinked, and he realized that Argus was begging him. Argus prostrated himself as he slid to his knees.
“No one is going to die Agus; I’ve taught defense against the dark arts before. I’ll do it again.” Harry shrugged trying to somehow counteract such an awkward situation.
Argus looked at him with a look of awe. As he shyly pulled out his wand. It was noticeably short.
“Chestnut and Dragon Heartstring. 8” Argus proclaimed. His brown eyes glinted, and with a flick of his wand, the tent flap closed behind Harry.
“I won’t disappoint you.”
Harry took a step back.
Argus flicked his wand down, and Harry’s Trousers and boxers fell to his ankles. Leaving his bottom half exposed. Naked.
Harry was about to bend over to pull up his trousers, but Argus was suddenly there before him. Harry shivered as Argus kissed his thigh with his lips.
Argus kissed his other thigh. Harry looked down into those brown eyes as Argus kissed his tip. As he buried his nose into his pubic hair and took a deep huff.
Harry didn’t know what to do. As Argus’s tongue swiped across his length. It was warm and wet. Harry gasped as he was suddenly enveloped by a warm, wet cavern. Harry gasped yet Argus looked up at him for Harry’s tip was in his mouth.
Argus’s tongue was all over his member as his tip was firmly inside his mouth. Harry felt himself lengthen under this unexpected assault. Harry wasn’t sure if he wanted it to stop or for Argus to continue.
“Ah” Harry didn’t have words to describe what was happening to him. It was warm and wet and tight. Argus didn’t break eye contact was he worked Harry’s member with exquisite skills. Argus’s eyes smiled as he suddenly accepted Harry’s entire cock as his nose pressed itself into Harry’s pubic hair.
Argus smoothly drew his head back until only Harry’s tip remained in that skilled mouth. Harry could only look down. As that tongue teased and caressed his maleness in its complete erectness.
Argus accepted his length again and again as Harry slides into that wonderful mouth until he was aching in need. Argus’s nose pressed deeply into Harry’s pubes as Harry’s cock buried its full length into that incredible slick warm orifice.
Harry couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think as for a moment his mind went blank, and he felt his cock pulse, and he felt his family jewels tighten. Harry could see Argus’s throat swallow around his member. It was too much sensation too much mind numbness.
Argus reluctantly let him go. Argus pulled back, and Harry’s member hung free from its impromptu sheath.
Argus stretched as he got to his feet. His short wand already moving. Harry shivered as a Cleaning Charm washed over his nakedness, and his trousers and boxers shot up his thighs, and he was completely covered.
The world had changed for Harry. It had shifted or something. Harry felt different. It wasn’t a bad feeling it was just different.
Harry couldn’t begin to explain.
“anytime, any place, Harry” Argus spoke his rich voice trembled as he said it.
Harry turned and pushed his way through the tent flap. Harry didn’t quite know what to say at the moment, so he retreated.
Harry went to open the staircase door just as Hermione opened it.
“Harry?” She asked questioningly.
“He’s agreed to teach defensive magic,” Argus stated. Hermione’s attention shifted from Harry, and for that he was grateful.
She nodded wisely. “That is a great idea. However, that will have to wait. “She returned her gaze to Harry.
“Henry has challenged you to a duel” Harry looked at her bewildered for a moment.
“For what?” Harry looked at her incredulously. She flicked him on the nose hard.
“He would have found a reason eventually Harry. He tried to order everyone around, everyone down there promptly decided they’d much rather listen to The Boy Who Lived rather than him. He didn’t take it well.”
Hermione finished.
Fame had once again worked against him. She was as fickle as her sister Fortune. Harry grimaced as he followed Hermione even as he was keenly aware that Argus Valentine was following him.
“You’ll be my second right Hermione?” He asked as they descended the stairwell.
Hermione smacked the back of his head with her offhand as she lit the way with her wand.
“Okay, sorry… Kidding” Harry apologized sheepishly for the question. Harry realized it was a rather foolish question in hindsight. They’ve been friends forever. Hermione had been there with him through plenty of danger.
“Hermione, you didn’t do anything did you?” She strode towards the double doors silently.
“You punched him didn’t you.” Harry quipped. Hermione just grinned at him. Her brown eyes shining.
“Never change, Hermione.” Harry praised as he exited the stairwell and through the double doors straight into the mall proper. Hermione at his side as the light at the tip of her wand extingiushed.
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