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Chapter
3
A few days later found Harry fully integrated in his
new home. Kreature loved it, though once in a while he would moan about no
longer being in the House of Black. True to his word Harry made sure the charms
on the pictures Kreature placed on the wall where good and would let no harm
come to his treasures. Kreature in turn showed Harry that he could do just as
well here as he could at Grimmauld Place. After all that had happened Harry
made sure his new home had some features his parents may not have thought of.
Harry was no fool. He knew there were still Death
Eaters out there, hell had killed one not long ago. Though the thought of
hunting them all down drew him, he resisted for the moment. He knew they were
most likely doing what he did during Riddles Rein, hiding. He also knew that
they might want to seek vengeance, several had tired with one coming close.
With this in mind, and with some help from Hermione, he had a great many
protections around his place, as well as a few things he saw in a few old
movies. One of the things about being raised by Muggles, good or bad, Muggles
did things differently than wizards did. Harry’s house looked like it could
have been any Muggle home anywhere with just a few odd differences. The
pictures moved about in their frames for one. Another was some of the Dark
Detectors he had strategically located around the rooms. He could hear Moody
screaming at him from the grave, “Constant Vigilance Potter!” Moody would be
proud of the house.
In addition there were the hidden rooms. His hidden
rooms were where he kept all of his wizardry. Each magnified to be quite a lot
larger than his house should have allowed. A little trick he picked up from how
handy Hermione’s handbag was while they were on the run. One was his safe room,
under a Fidelius Charm with him as secret keeper. So far only Kreature knew
about it. He also had an extensive library; Hermione said you just could not
have a house without one, a room for his potions, and another for practice. His
practice room was also where he worked out. Those rooms all joined together
though he made sure they all were secure from invasion. Ron thought Harry was
getting a bit carried away with all the work he was doing here but Harry new
better. “Never trust a Dark Wizard to just lay down and die.” As Moody use to
say.
The residence was in the middle of a forest and
Harry had very few neighbors however they were the best neighbors he could have
had. They all knew he lived there and yet every single one of them did their
best to give Harry his privacy. Some of them even went so far as to hex
reporters who came nosing around. Rita Skitter had more than one blasting Hex
hurled at her when she showed her face. Thanks to Harry mentioning it a few
times, everyone knew about her ability to become a beetle and set out repelling
charms to drive her away. Harry felt happy for the first time in a long time.
Everyone was here at his place on this day. A house
warming mixed with his birthday party. Ron and a very happy Hermione, George,
Mr. and Ms Weasley, Bill and Fleur, Charlie and the woman he was dating (Harry
could never remember her name. He thought she was from America or something),
and of course Ginny. The ceiling was altered especially for Hagrid who, would
tell anyone who would listen, that Gwap could not make it since he and his
missus were expecting and would not leave the Forbidden Forest. Of course Luna,
Neville, and just about everyone who knew Harry personally and had managed to
survive the Fall, as it was being called now, were also in attendance.
“I have to admit, its not as much fun running the
shop without Fred but Ron’s not bad.” George was talking to Harry while sipping
some of the wine at the party. “But business is pretty good right now. A lot of
kids getting ready to head to Hogwarts buying supplies and such. I tell ya. Its
nice to see Diagon Ally packed again.” Harry nodded his head. His eyes were on
Ginny who was laughing at something Luna had said. “So, what do you plan on
doing then mate?”
“Relax for a while. I got that post I wanted at
Hogwarts so my team will be taking it easy for the next year assuming nothing
goes wrong. By the way, don’t say anything. I want it to be a surprise.”
“No worries I know how to keep a secret. Good on you
mate. Gunna stay close to Ginny eh?”
Harry nodded. “George. I need your help with
something.”
“Sure, what do you need Harry?”
“I need some things. Special things. Here.” Harry
handed him a list. “Just let me know.”
George took a moment to look over the list pausing
only to whistle softly as he neared the end. “Nasty stuff Harry, dunno if
Kinsley would like the idea of one of his Aurors having some of these.”
Harry smiled. “No he won’t, which is why I am asking
this on the sly. I am pretty sure it will all come in handy.”
Taking a sip of his wine Harry excuses himself from
George and moved amongst the crowd. Nodding to some and shaking hands with a
few others as he made his way through them. After some time he found himself a
small corner to hide in. He felt old. Not in body but in spirit. He read
somewhere it was not the years a person lived, it was the miles they walked. Harry
had walked more than most in his short life. He was looking forward to going
back to Hogwarts even if it was for work. From where he was he could see
Kreature walking with snacks on a large tray around the place. People were
talking, laughing, and having a pretty decent time. It was here that Hermione
found him.
“What are you doing Harry? Hiding from your own
party?” She had a devilish twinkle in her eyes and appeared to be quite
flushed. Curious, Harry played along.
“Yup, never was one for the spot light.”
He noted her brown eyes twinkled a bit at his
comment. “Ron and I are better now. How about you and Ginny?”
Harry smiled. “Decent. Good for you and Ron though.
I take it you guys are returning to Hogwarts?”
“It was Ron’s idea actually. He mentioned it the
night after you faced Voldemort.”
“After Riddle, N.E.W.T.s should be pretty tame. So,
when did you and Ron start shagging?” When he looked over at Hermione she was
blushing madly with a shocked look on her face. He couldn’t help but chuckle.
“How…how…how did you know?” She stammered.
“The look on your face. I take it as a given that it
was good?”
Her blush deepened. If she kept going someone was
going to mistaken her for a Weasley.
“Very…. have you and Ginny…you know...since?” She
inquired.
Harry shrugged. “The last time was when we where
attacked. Though it was more fooling around than shagging.”
“I heard about the attack. How are you two holding
up?”
“As good as you can imagine. We are getting by. So
where did you guys shag in my house? I should put up a contaminate sign or
something?” Harry quipped.
Caught by surprise, Hermione spit from her
butterbeer. He muttered a quick cleaning charm chuckling at her discomfort.
Blushing madly in embarrassment she turned on him.
“Harry! We did not shag in your house. Even if we did it would be better than
the Astronomy Tower.”
Harry chucked, “O I agree. No beds. Stone is not
high on my comfort level.”
Hermione started to laugh, “You should have seen the
look on McGonagall’s face when she heard Ginny cry out.”
Harry laughed. “Like we where the first to do it in
that old castle. The way some of the guys talked in the dorm you would have
thought Ron and I where the only ones NOT having sex in every broom cupboard,
unused classroom, painting less hallway, desk or empty space in the place.”
Now Hermione started to chuckle, “The girls where
just as bad. I though it was just me for a long time. Luna even mentioned an
episode with Neville in the Greenhouses.”
Laughing the two friends shared a few of their
stories before Ron joined them. He walked over and placed his hand on his
lovers hip, “What are you guys talking about?”
Hermione tensed up in an almost guilty way but Harry
said, “Trading sordid tales of where people have had sex in Hogwarts.” She looked
shocked, even more so when Ron chuckled, “I would not mind trying to find out
if its true what Seamus said about that hidden curtain in the Library section.
You know, since Hermione has this thing about books.”
“Ron!” She looked scandalized, but she was blushing
furiously. All three of them started laughing outrageously not long afterward.
Harry thought she was going to have a stroke when Ron asked, “So, you and Ginny
had a go yet? Not counting the Tower.”
Hermione though was quick to notice the change in
Harry. Something akin to the look he had on his face the day after he faced
Riddle over came him. “No, not yet. I have been an absolute gentlemen with her
Ron.”
Ron let go of Hermione just for a moment when he
leaned in to whisper to Harry, “That old prat is gone Harry, I wont go crazy on
you mate.”
Looking away from Ginny Harry looked at her brother
and gauged his words. In truth to Harry this dance with Ron was something
similar to his dance with Riddle. One mistake, one misstep, and Harry could easily
die. His best friend looked sincere, but this was his sister, and knowing that
Harry took no chances. “Thank you Ron, but as I said, I will be very respectful
in this regard.” Hermione noticed that look in his face. When she looked over
at Ginny she saw she too noticed it. It made her shiver just a little. Ginny
looked as if she was going to cry from what she had seen.
Ginny had told her all about their time together
when they spent time in the evenings at the Burrow. From their night at the top
of the astronomy tower to their dates. The one thing about each of them was
that Harry did not hide his pain when he was with her. She knew better than any
of them what Harry was going through, but he never talked about it either. It
was the second night after their first date when Ginny had told her that she
was going find a way to take that pain out of his eyes.
That night on the tower Ginny told her he never said
anything but her name. He simply held her as if she would vanish if he let go.
Ginny said she did not mind because it was their special moment, she thought
she lost him and all she wanted to do was to hold him. Hermione knew what she
was talking about having spent that her own moments with him in a similar way.
She went on and talked about how he seemed different, almost savage in his
features, but in his arms she said she felt the old Harry. The pain was always
there, in his eyes, and some of the savageness was gone once he changed his
cloths and shaved, though she felt as if there where two Harry’s, her old Harry
hidden deep inside, and the new Harry. The new Harry scared her sometimes.
She told her of an incident where she was hungry
after a movie, Muggle movies fascinated her, and they went to a muggle
restaurant to eat. Harry did not eat though. He drank from a hip flask he
carried and nibbled from a wafer he kept in his jacket while watching her eat.
It was like going out with Moody she had said. Though he talked, joked, and
laughed with her, his eyes never stopped scanning the room and his hand was
always close to his wand. Two times during that evening cars backfired and both
times she thought he was going to hex that part of the city into ruin.
She seemed so helpless. When her eyes found
Hermione’s they seemed almost devoid of hope. When she looked back to Harry
though her expression changed. She smiled shyly. Hermione turned to see Harry
was looking at her and his features softened some. He smiled as well.
This interchange for the most part went right over
Ron’s head. But he caught the last bit and using the excuse to speak with
Hermione about something privet; excused them both to give Harry back his
corner. Ginny wasted no time to walk up to him and cuddle close. Hoping that
close contact would help him in his pain. She felt him take a deep breath when
she wrapped her arms around him and release it slowly. She did not have to look
up to know that she was somewhat successful in her attempt.
It was weeks later when Harry had taken Ron’s
suggestion of connecting his fireplace to the floo network so that they could
Floo over to each others places, especially since Harry had set up and anti
apparition jinx to his house. However the precautions Harry had set up to any
visitor who did not announce themselves had Ron in St. Mungos on his first visit.
Harry was packing his trunk when he heard the Fire call announcement that Ginny
was on her way. She wanted to make the trip to Kings Cross together. Harry
looked up from his packing and happened to look at his reflection in the
mirror. His hair was as unkempt as always, though he did get a haircut. It was
his eyes that caught his attention. So
that was what puts that look on Ginny’s face, he thinks.
Since his time on the run, he never really shaved
regularly, and it was starting to show again. The stubble, mixed with his eyes
reminded him of the time he first saw Sirius. The comparison was a little
unnerving. He looked down at his watch and noticed that it was very early
still, being only three in the morning. Far to early for Ginny to be coming over,
Ms Weasley would have her arse if she got caught. He walked out of the room and
down the stairs just in time for him to see Ginny, in only her nightgown, step
out of the fire. When she saw Harry she ran at him and leaped into his arms.
Before he could understand what was happening she was crying in his arms.
He leaned his back against the wall for support and
lowered them both to the step he was on when he heard her muffled words.
“I…I…had to see you. I… had that dream...you
were...dead but you did not get up again…”She wailed into his arms. Closing his
eyes he stroked her hair and muttered phrases he thought would calm her down.
“Its okay, its okay, I’m here love, Not going
anywhere.” He held her for some time while she cried in his arms.
“Can…Can…Can I stay with you tonight?” she asked in
a soft voice between her tears.
“Your dad is going to sodomize me with my own prick
if he finds you here Gin.”
“I can’t be alone tonight. I cant be alone
anymore…every night I have that… that nightmare.” She howled.
Knowing he was going to regret this, he took her in
his arms and stood. He carried her into his bedroom where he lowered her softly
onto his bed, taking off his own robe leaving him only in his boxers; he
climbed into the bed with her. Placing his wand next to the bed, he turned out
he light and took a shuttering breath, cuddled intimately next to his witch.
For the first night in longer than Harry could remember, he fell asleep without
his work out or the aid of a potion.
Harry woke to Ron’s Urgent Fire Call the next
morning. Leaping out of bed in nothing but his boxers Harry raced down the
stairs with his wand in hand.
When Ron came out of the fire he took Harry’s
deranged demeanor in. For a moment, Ron though Harry might hex him.
“Mate, if Ginny’s here you got to get her up NOW!
Dad got an emergency call to the office. Mum thought she would bring her over
here early so you two could have plenty of time to make the train.”
“Shite!” Harry raced back up the stairs and roused
Ginny telling her what was going on. She came down wearing one of Harry’s robes
over her nightdress and a panicked look to her face. Ron took her hand led her
to the fire, after pushing her into it he took a pinch of floo powder and
shouted, “Burrow, Ginny’s Room!” Harry watched her disappear. Ron looked over
at him with a smile on his face.
“Hermione’s idea. She knew sooner or later she would
try this and had a fire place, hidden of course, put in her room as an escape
plan.”
“Mate, its not what you think, we didn’t do anything….”
Harry tried to explain
“Too bad Harry. I have been with Hermione and I
definitely recommend it.” Ron replied.
With that cheeky comment, Ron stepped into the fire
and said, “The Burrow!” Before he too disappeared leaving a confused Harry
alone.
Once Harry was sure he was not going to have a heart
attack, he went and changed into muggle cloths. If what Ron had said were true,
Ms Weasley would be here in a moment. He had Kreature make up some morning tea
and biscuits for his soon to be guests, not the breakfast he thought he was
going to have, but serviceable. By the time Ms Weasley arrived with Ginny he
had the tray set and laid out and was through his second cup. Ginny looked
flushed as if she was rushed when she sat down. They had a nice morning together
talking when Ms Weasley stated she had to go and warned them to not be late.
Once she was gone Ginny started to laugh hysterically.
“I had no idea there was a fireplace in my room. I
thought for sure I would step out and find Mum waiting for me.”
“Thank your brother and Hermione, their idea. It
seemed they thought you would eventually try to sleep over.”
“Thank you for last night Harry. I haven’t had a
decent night sleep since…you know.”
Harry was in the process of cleaning up when he
heard her, he leaned over and gave her a gentle kiss. “Same here my love.”
A few hours later they where safely on platform 9 ¾
, Harry though was under his invisibility cloak and had been since they arrived
at the station. The place was packed with reporters who thought he was going
back to Hogwarts. Not wanting to give them anything he separated from Ginny,
donned his cloak, and spent his morning pranking them. He told Ginny what he
was doing, she could use a good laugh and he watched her from different vantage
points as he made his rounds. Once Ron and Hermione arrived all three where
laughing so hard they could hardly breathe.
Using compulsion charms and three skiving snack
boxes, Harry had managed to cause the reporters no end of trouble. Not one of
them could for more than a few moments hang around the train station before he
found them and caused them boils, nosebleeds, puking, fevers, and other manner
of illnesses. A few he recognized as having been rather horrible to him in the
past, those he enticed with some of the special ones he had George make up. For
these special few simple snack boxes where not enough, to these he gave warts,
boils that oozed and burst all over, uncontrollable bowl movements and best of
all, caused them to blurt out embarrassing phrases, highly inappropriate ones.
By the time Harry was done he had pranked every reporter twice to the amusement
of every returning student on the train. To the world he was the Chosen One, to
the students of Hogwarts, he was the Marauder from then on. He would have to
write a letter to George how well his attempts worked. He stayed on the train
yard long after the train was around the bend. With a spin of his robes Harry
apparated away.
Harry felt cold. They did a great job repairing the
damage done to the grounds but he still could see in his mind where the body’s
where laid, the ground tore up, and still hear the screams of the living and
dying. He always did when he walked up to the old castle. He was impressed
however with the fact they managed to get as much done to repair the old castle
as they did. Unless you where actually here, there was no way you would know
what parts where damaged in the battle. It was still sometime before the
express made Hogsmeade so he might as well check in.
Taking out the marauders map he checked to find
where McGonagall was and started to make his way there. As he approached the
gargoyle it moved allowing him access to the stairs as if he was expected. His
suspicion was confirmed when he made to knock on the door but was told to come
in before he managed to. He opened the door to see the room was still pretty
much the same except for that McGonagall was now headmistress and was sitting
on the other side of the desk. She was just as forbidding as ever. It made him
chuckle.
He saw her smile. “Its good to see you Harry.” He
found himself a bit surprised; she never called him by his first name. “I do
believe that since you are no longer technically a student any longer I think
we can call each other by our names. At least when there are no students around
if you are amendable.”
Harry listened until he got to the desk and sat in
the chair she offered. “Err, that is going to take some getting use to, eh…
Minerva…” Now she was the one chuckling. He could feel his embarrassment manifest
on his cheeks. It made her chuckle again.
“Harry, how are you? I have not heard much of you
except for your exploits in the Prophet. Some of us are worried about you,
especially since the attack at the Burrow.”
He felt his eye twitch and could tell she noticed
it. “To be honest, not great Prof…Minerva. That is one of the reasons I took
this post. After seven years of training to fight the Dark Arts, I have found
peacetime to be…difficult. Thank you again for helping me create the
opportunity.”
“It is our pleasure to have you here, though I will
admit to being surprised that you did not want to return as a student to finish
your education.”
“It would have interfered too much with my work. I
have several projects that are in the works and I need to be able to leave and
see to them when they make ready. The main reason is your staff will have a
difficult time teaching with me in the class. I don’t know if you noticed, but
my notoriety has gotten a bit out of hand.” She snorted at his comment.
“However, this brings us to one of the things I wanted to talk to you about. I
was wondering if I could receive privet studies so I can pass my N.E.W.T.
s. I am very interested in finishing my
education.”
“Of course Harry. I will see to setting up something
immediately. I am sure we can work it out around your schedule here.”
“Excellent. I was worried that it might be too much
of a problem and I would really like to finish it.”
“I am glad to hear you say that Harry. Our new
Defense Teacher is not the best we could have hoped for and he requested that
if it did not conflict too much with some of your other activities if you would
help with some of his classes. Specifically his fifth and sixth year classes.
Due to some of your classmates being in seventh year, I would not be able to
allow you to help teach in that year, I do hope you understand.”
“I am very
honored. Um…all right. I think we can do something for that. Be nice to do it
in the open instead of how we did it in the D.A.” His wit was rewarded by
Minivera’s laughter. It was shocking to see her laugh he had never really seen
her do that before. It made him feel like he was on equal footing with his old
teacher. It was heady stuff.
“I will let Charles know, or as we should call him
now, Professor Nite. You might want to get use to being Professor Potter as
well Harry, since you will be so in classes. You will also have a seat at the
head table.” Harry started when he heard that. That was going to take some
getting use to.
Harry was quite for a bit thinking about all that he
was doing now. It was going to be an extremely busy year for him. Teaching,
guarding, studying, and taking his own classes. He wondered if he might not
have taken on more than he could actually handle. They spent some time going
over his pay for helping in classes, which was considered to be a side job and
arranging his schedule for everything he was committing himself too. He found
himself thinking he was grateful that Ginny had her N.E.W.T.s this year to
occupy her time, he was not going to have a great deal to give her with the way
things where going.
“One thing Minerva. How do you plan on dealing with
some of the couples in Hogwarts this year?” Harry’s question was rewarded with
a saucy smile. It was rather unnerving to see on her face considering he always
pictured her as a sever woman.
“I was wondering if you where going to bring that
up. Are we referring to you and Ms. Weasley or did you have other concerns
among our students?”
Harry found himself blushing but smiled a bit. “Both
actually. There is no secret now that I have been seeing Ginny. She has already
been targeted once. Ron and Hermione are together. I also know that with
Riddles death a lot of people have been spending the year celebrating. I
understand the rules here concerning…contact between male and female students
but I believe this year is going to see a rise in occurrences.” Harry’s smile
widened a bit and stole one of Lisa’s often quoted lines. “Once the apple is
tasted, its hard not to finish it. As it were.”
Headmistress McGonagall looked shrewdly at him but
still had that smile on her face. “Yes, I do believe I understand. It was the
same last time. It wont of course be tolerated among those who are not of age,
serious consequences. However for those of age, though frowned upon we are more
lenient though we do not openly allow such activities. It is very important
that persons involved in…extra circular activities show a great deal of
discretion. Specifically, that they don’t get caught and we don’t hear about it.
With a castle full of hormonal teenagers the staff is very aware we don’t catch
even a fraction of the…events that are going on. We do like to make it as
difficult as possible however. Your problem Harry is that as a teacher you are
in more of a corner than the rest. It would be the end of your career to be caught with Ms. Weasley.”
His smile never left his face. That was the trick wasn’t it? Fortunately he had several items few
knew about that would help with that. “Completely understandable. I will of course
be the model of professionalism.”
“I will say Harry that heartens me. There are a lot
of people that respect what you have done but do not believe you can live up to
what you are doing now. The Governors are watching because this will put a
black mark on their names. Then some of the staff will be watching as well, and
of course the ministry.”
“Tabs must be kept on Mad Eye’s Ghost?” Harry
started laughing at her expression. She seemed stunned by his comment. “I have
heard that name referred to me at the Ministry. One I have earned. Moody was a
great Auror and his paranoia served him well. Constant Vigilance Minerva.” She
started laughing with him. “Do not worry. One thing I can do, I can keep a
secret.”
In the evening Harry found himself sitting at the
Head table overlooking the Great Hall enjoying a conversation with Professor
Nite. He was a nice enough bloke but he understood why the Headmistress wanted
him to work with him. He was shaky and a bit jumpy and not very brilliant in
his own subject but adequate and far better than Umbridge could ever hope to
be. It could have been worse. He was also flattered that Professor Nite held
his opinion in such regard. They where whiling away the time talking about the
co-op classes and plans when a loud squeal erupted at the doors. He looked
over, as well as several others to see Ron, Hermione and Ginny standing dumb
struck starring at him sitting at the table.
The squeal looked like it had come from Ginny who
had her hands over her mouth. Knowing he could not do much more he smiled shyly
at them and returned to his conversation with Professor Nite. Normally the
guards did not sit at the table so they knew something was up. As the hall
filled up it was getting difficult to hold a conversation up here. He caught
enough to know that everyone here was talking about him. Its only been a few
months since he defeated Riddle in this very hall and seeing him up here gave
them a lot to speculate about. Harry watched the sorting once it began but his
eyes where focused on Ginny sitting at the Gryffindor table. She was the very
center of attention but Ron and Hermione where sitting on either side of her
protecting her from most of it. Then again this proved difficult since both Ron
and Hermione where celebrities as well. They all looked a little green with all
the stares and attention they were getting.
“Could you pass the steaks there Professor Potter?”
the question brought him out of his musing and realized that dinner had
started. After passing the steaks to Professor Nite he began eating but his
eyes continued to drift over to Ginny. He noticed she was doing the same and
both smiled at each other when their gazes connected. After the dessert was
done and the plates cleaned Professor McGonagall rose for the post meal speech.
“Welcome all back to Hogwarts. I am glad to see so
many of our students returning this year. As you all can imagine our staff has
undergone some significant changes this year. I would like to take a moment to
introduce you all to them.
“We have Professor Morina who has agreed to take the
position of Muggle Studies and Professor Grant who wonderfully agreed to take
over Transfiguration.” Professor Morina was a dumpy little woman with long
graying hair. Professor Grant was a massive man who looked like he was born
from a brick house. Both rose when she called their names.
“I would like to introduce you all to Professor Nite
who is now our Defense against the Dark Arts Teacher. Also, and I don’t believe
we really need to introduce him, Professor
Potter who will be teaching Advanced Defense to our Fifth and Sixth years.”
Harry noticed that quite a few people gasped and started whispering at this.
His eyes however where on Ginny. Her eyes where as big as Gallons looking up at
him. He stood like the others when his name was called and noticed his applause
was very enthusiastic. He nodded his head slightly trying not to look
embarrasses when he retook his seat. Once the noise tapered off a bit
McGonagall continued her speech.
“I am sure that some of you,” Harry noticed her lips
twitched trying not to smile. “May know Professor Potter. I expect us all to
act with decorum and respect however.”
She continued with several other notices and
dismissed the hall. Harry rose with the other teachers and after saying
goodnight to most of them noticed that Ginny was waiting for him. He walked
over to her trying to look professional.
“Hello Ms. Weasley. You wanted a word?” His lips
twitched themselves trying to not laugh at how weird this was. This was
probably the funniest thing he had ever done. The look on her face was
priceless. She looked as dumfounded as he felt.
“Harr…” He saw her eyes dart over his shoulder and
noticed the same thing that he did. McGonagall was watching them seeing how
this played out. “Professor.” He saw
her lips twitch like his. “Congratulations. Um…” She started blushing so Harry
thought he would try and salvage the situation.
“I am sure you would like to catch up to your
classmates. If you have a question about Advanced Defense, though I am not
teaching in your year, I am available at eight.”
Now her blush was very much in evidence. “Um, yeah,
I did have a question. But I think Ron and Hermione had a few themselves…”
“Of course. Bring them along if you wish.” His
stomach was killing him from suppressing his laughter.
She gave him a lusty look before she turned and ran
to catch up to her class. Harry exhaled a long breath. It was difficult to not
take her in his arms, kiss her lips, but he knew that appearances where
important. It was just like hunting Riddle, but far more fun, no less deadly
however. Did she have to swing her hips like that though? He was brought out of
his thoughts, and the image of Ginny when he heard the Headmistress start
talking to him.
“Well Done Professor.”
Harry smiled. “Thank you. I wont disappoint you.
Excuse me though Headmistress, I have rounds to take care of. Rai needs to be
relived.”
“Of course.”
xxxxxx
Ron, Hermione and Ginny where making there way along
the halls for their meeting with Harry. Giggling and laughing at how hilarious
this all was.
“I can’t believe this. Professor Potter?” Ron was having a hard time breathing from
laughing so much over this. When they left the common room it was the only
topic of conversation. All of them where a bit giddy with all the attention
they where getting. All of them were watched everywhere, and each of them where
getting an idea what it was like to be Harry. When they finally got to the door
they entered and found Harry sitting behind the desk in the Defense classroom.
“Bloody Hell Harry what is going on?” Ron was still
laughing when he asked.
Harry looked up with a smile on his face. Ginny
walked up but held herself back. “Yes, Professor
Potter do tell.” Her voice was husky and seductive. It made his breath catch.
Hermione started laughing at the look on his face.
Harry was blushing looking at Ginny. “Lock the door with charms and silence the
room. Professor Nite is in his quarters so we will be able to talk.”
Ron and Hermione turned and completed the spells, once
done they turned around and found that Harry was soundly kissing Ginny. It went
on for a few moments until they finally came up for air she was blushing more
than he was and leaned into his chest. Harry indicated seats at the desk and
took his again.
“I am technically here as an Auror to protect the
students. Something I started arranging after Ginny came back. When I got here
Minerva asked me to help Charles with his classes. With this and my privet
lessons so I can pass my N.E.W.T.s it’s going to be a crazy year.”
Ron looked up at him with amazement. “Damn Harry how
in the hell are you going to do all that? I was worried about just passing my
N.E.W.T.s but your going to go bonkers trying to do all that.”
“I have to agree with Ron on this Harry, don’t you
think this is all a bit much?” Hermione looked worried. “Though I am heartened
to hear you decided to pursue your education.”
“Yeah, a bit but its necessary. It’s the only way I
can be here this year. Besides, after the train yard I need to lay low.” That
got everyone laughing. “Listen, Minerva was very specific on this, and to be
honest it’s going to be hard for me as well. As a teacher, even a minor one who
is only helping, I have to maintain an image around the students. Half of them
are going to be in awe with the other half terrified. Spread the word to the
ones who know me that as much as I don’t like it, she insisted I be called
Professor Potter. In situations like this I don’t have to deal with it but for
appearances it’s important.”
They all nodded reassuring him. “Its not something I
like. Half the time I feel like a prat doing this. Honestly if it was not for
you Ginny, I would not be here. After the Burrow though, I want to be on hand
incase anything happens.”
“It’s going to be difficult for us over the next
year Harry. I am pretty sure there are rules about student-teacher conduct.”
She was half wanting to laugh, half wanting to cry over this development.
“No more difficult than it will be for Ron and
Hermione looking for a place to shag.” They both started blushing looking at
each other and him. “Harry that’s not funny.” Harry was chuckling though.
“Just don’t let me catch you. The teachers are
really upping security this year to prevent just that from happing. And I am in
charge of security when not teaching. Don’t worry Ginny. Its no more difficult
than anything else we have done. However, the faculty knows we are involved and
we will be watched. Just wanted to let you all know.” They spent almost half an
hour talking and it was just like old times. Harry glanced down at his watch
though and realized it was getting late.
“I hate to do this but it wont do for you all to be
out of bounds your first day back. Get some sleep.” They rose and made for the
door but Harry called Ginny back. Once Ron and Hermione where gone he took a
package from the desk and gave it to her.
“This is my cloak and the Marauders Map. Don’t tell
anyone you have it. Not even Ron and Hermione. To activate the map tap it with
your wand and say ‘I solemnly swear I am up to no good.’ To turn the map into a
spare bit of parchment tap it with your wand and say ‘Mischief managed. It
shows the entire layout of Hogwarts as well as where everyone currently is,
even the ghosts.” He grabbed her close for another kiss before he released her
swatting her on her bottom. “Don’t get caught leaving or coming though.” They
laughed while he walked her to the door. Before she left though he raised his
hand and stroked her cheek. “I love you.” He watched her leave heading toward
her dorm.
xxxxxx
It was worse than Harry had told her. Everyone
seemed to know that she was dating him and everyone seemed to have read the
Prophet when they where attacked. Everywhere she went people where laughing,
pointing, or whispering behind their hands. Hermione and Ron got similar
treatment but they where not engaged to one of the Teachers. The old D.A. crew
rallied and did what they could do to help each other but it was still insane.
Several days after their meeting she has had no time with Harry and it was
driving her crazy. She could not hold his hand, kiss him, or be around him
without people talking or getting the wrong, or right, idea.
At the moment she was in the library studying a
really tricky charm for Professor Flitwick with Hermione and whispering her
frustration to her over this whole ordeal.
“Its just difficult. I mean, I see him all the time
but he’s a Professor now and its not like I can just walk up and kiss him in
the open.”
Hermione looked up from her own studying and gave
her a sympathetic look. “I can imagine. With everything we have shared over the
last few years its not like Ron or I can talk to him much either.”
“Not to mention,” Ginny continued, “Everyone keeps
whispering behind my back and pointing. It’s disgusting, I have always noticed
how it happened to Harry but now that it’s happing to us it’s different. I
don’t know how Harry dealt with it all these years. How are you and Ron getting
your alone time? You guys are under as much scrutiny as we are.”
Hermione blushed. “Well, it is a bit easier since
neither of us are teachers here. There are a lot of placed we discovered over
the years where most people don’t go. I do understand your frustration though;
we haven’t had sex since we came back. I am starting to feel…frustrated myself.”
She sighed. “Not to mention I have grown rather found of having him in my bed
when I wake, which makes it tougher.”
“We need to figure this out Hermione. I can’t go the
whole year like this.” Looking around to make sure that no one was listing she
continues. “If I don’t get some time with Harry I am going to explode! My
fingers are only going to get me so far.”
“Ginny! Shhh!” Hermione looks around herself, her
blush deepening. “What do you suggest then? And keep your voice down before
someone hears you.”
“I say we do what we did while you guys where on the
run. Map patrol routes, figure out the schedule. But instead of causing
mischief we make time for our guys.” She giggles a bit blushing herself. “I am
talking about and underground sex club. Very quite, very small, and very
effective.”
Hermione started giggling looking around to make
sure they where still unheard. “Your kidding right? Instead of Dumbledore’s
Army what? Penis Hunters?”
Suppressing her own laughter Ginny continues,
“Something like that. Though I think we could work on the name. I know a few
girls that are having the same problem. Some of them where of age and fled to
the muggles with their boyfriends. One of them actually got married before
going into hiding. The Headmistress was not willing to bend the rules for them,
so I know she won’t do it for us. My point is that they are complaining the
same way we are.”
“You’re talking basically for those of us in serious
relationships. Right now that’s just us.”
Ginny started shaking her head, “Don’t forget Luna
and Neville. The six of us could pull this off. We don’t need lookouts but we
need alibis and hiding places. You guys can hold hands and snog in out of the
way places no worries. You get caught and it’s maybe a detention. Harry can
ruin his career if we get caught. We might want to check out some of the
stories of others who managed to get away with it. So, this is my idea. What do
you think?”
Hermione sat thinking for a while. It was true she
was impossibly randy now that they where back since opportunities where almost
none. It was starting to interfere with her studies since it was what was on
her mind almost all the time. “Its something to consider. But when it comes
down to you and Harry, we have to make absolutely sure you don’t get caught.
You guys have to be more careful than the rest of us.”
“We have that covered, but alibis are essential. I
can’t be in two places at once, but it would help to look like I was.”
“Lets go talk to Neville and Luna see if they are
interested. I have a feeling we are going to need to keep this small, but
definitely we are going to need people. Not to mention we need to really plan
this all out down to the last detail. Though Harry mentioned that he thought
you two were hardly the first ones to have sex in this castle”
They both sat thinking for a moment when Ginny spoke
up. “Talk to Luna, I think I need to talk to Harry to see if there is anything
he can do to help.”
They started collecting their things and parted ways
once they were outside the library. Ginny made her way toward Harry ducking out
of sight to put on the invisibility cloak before she arrived. When she got
there she found the door open and the last few students of his class leaving.
Moving quickly she managed to get inside before the door was closed. She saw
him sitting at the desk grading papers while Professor Nite was putting away
some things on the shelf. She waited in the corner for quite awhile waiting.
“Well Professor Potter, I do believe that I am done
for a bit. Could you check to make sure the boggart is still in that cabinet on
the forth floor? I think I am going to take your idea and repeat Professor
Lupin’s class.”
Without looking up Harry said, “Not a problem
Professor Nite. When I finish here I will have a look.”
“Thank you. Good evening then.”
“Good evening.”
Professor Nite walked out of the room closing the
door behind him. The door was closed for only a moment when Harry spoke again.
“Ginny, would you be so kind to lock the door and
cast a silencing charm please.” He had yet to look up from his papers.
Ginny jumped. How
the hell did he know I was here? She lowered the hood of the cloak though
and cast the spells. When she finished she turned around and Harry was watching
her smiling.
“When you sped past the last student your shoes
appeared momentarily. A quick movement causes the cloak to flutter and it can
show small bits. It’s given me away a few times.”
“How did you notice that without looking up from
your papers?”
He started laughing, “Auror Training. Small things
often become the difference between life and death. Now come here, I haven’t
had the chance to kiss you in days and I am starving.” Harry rose and met her
half way practically throwing themselves on each other. They spent several
minutes holding each other just enjoying the feeling of their closeness.
Eventually though Harry pulls back leading her to his desk where he sat her on
his lap. “So tell me, what has you sneaking in here?”
Ginny spoke with her head lying down on his chest.
“Hermione and I came up with an idea we will need your help with. And I needed
to hold you.” She spent a few moments telling him what they had discussed.
“Hmmm, She must be very frustrated to even consider
that. You didn’t tell them about the cloak and map did you?” Ginny just shook
her head. “It will take me a couple of days to get the information you guys are
going to need. I have been thinking on this a bit myself. I have a basic plan
in mind. However I cant be involved directly. Let me think on it.”
“Harry…” Her voice was husky with need.
Harry lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her
again. “I know, soon. Go love, its almost time for dinner.” Once she was up he
lowered the spells guarding the room and opened the door letting her out.
Once she was out she made her way over to a place
she could take off the cloak and stuffed it into her robes. When she made it to
the Great Hall she was surprised to see Harry already sitting at the head table
having a conversation with Professor Flitwick.
She ached for him so much. The few minutes she spent
with him where nowhere near enough for her, she needed more. Her emotional
turmoil was almost a physical pain. She spent a few moments brooding about it
when she saw Hermione come and sit opposite of her. “I talked to Luna, you
where right. Her and Neville are pretty close. I swore her to secrecy. Did you
manage to talk to Harry?”
“Yeah, he said he could get us some information on
schedules but not routes as the teachers mostly just wing it. He did say it
would take a couple of days though.”
“Perfect, we need to scout some locations anyway.”
Authors Note:
Here you go, this story is apart of the Eight Shades
Universe and is considered to be the Second Shade. Please feel free to read and
review as I enjoy the feedback.
Betas if you’re interested, send me a message because
currently I don’t have any yet for this story. Keep in mind the only serious
changes I have made are to the terms and such I botched so grossly the first
time.
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