3 Benefits.
"Less joking, and more hugging, Harry," was her answer while she pressed her body closer to mine. OK… now I am starting to have a stiff problem, a very uncomfortable one. Little Dude, as that old Guy called him in his stories, raised his head, or at least he tried to. When Little Dude is pumping blood, I always have to adjust his position or he is forced to look down instead of up if you know what I mean.
That is quite hard to do with a girl pressed against it… Must... Endure… Crap! He is going to blow! Months of inaction put a lot of pressure behind it and rubbing Hermione's ass is going to set it off! I better warn her.
I groaned, "Hermione? We better stop now, before I shoot a load in my boxers. It feels too good."
Hermione froze up with my comment and became aware of what her groin was pressing against. We parted and I managed to get Little Dude in a more comfortable position.
"You were getting off by hugging me, Harry?" she asked with a blush and a strange expression on her face.
I sighed and tried to explain myself, "Hermione, first of all, you are incredibly hot and sexy, and it has been more than a month since I masturbated or had a wet dream. Of course, it was ready to blow with your hug."
Hermione smiled mischievously and hugged me again, "Why don't we finish it then? It is kind of exciting to know I can let you cum with just a hug."
...I did not expect that from her, Hermione was dry-humping me! She's grinding her pussy against Little Dude! I came back to my senses and counter-attacked, one hand went to her bum and started groping it, the other got daring and moved up to boob country. Hermione started moaning with that double attack, I let my lips wander on her ear and neck to set her on fire too, that combination made us both go over the top.
Panting, we kept on hugging, finally Hermione softly said, "I did not expect to get off too, it's been a long time for me too. Thank you, Harry."
"No, I have to thank you, Hermione, you can come and hug me whenever you want," I smiled, "whenever your body needs another hug, come to me, hot pants," I said while I was still fondling her bum.
She looked at me and asked, "What does it mean for us? Ginny's contract is getting canceled, but what about your contract with Susan?"
I tried to answer as honestly as possible, "I told you I have not a clue what to do with relationships, Hermione. This happened and it felt fantastic. I want to do this again and more, but frankly, I don't know that what I feel is lust or love. Susan? I do not really know her, I have to know what she thinks first. What do you think of our situation, Hermione? What do you think about Weasley? "
Hermione sighed, "I am not an expert in relationships either, Harry. I was alone at my elementary school, we were isolated at Hogwarts. I know I am bossy and clingy, mostly I'm afraid to lose the only friends I ever had. Ron? I think he knew about the contract, some of his actions make more sense that way. I trusted Dumbledore when he told me not to write, I thought he knew how to handle friends and that you needed space to deal with it. I am sorry Harry, but I am just as inexperienced as you."
Hermione hugged me tighter and softly said, "What happened just now was an impulse I got while I was flattered by getting you aroused by my hug. To have your arms around me, touching me all over, knowing that you came from my hug, it felt so good, I want to feel that again. But I don't want to lose our friendship over it, you are too important to me. Can we be friends and sometimes get a hug?"
Hmm? Is this the Friends with Benefits deal? I'd better ask, "Hermione? Hugs, like friends with benefits? Staying friends but taking care of our needs? I agree to that if it is what you want."
Hermione nodded, "We better take it slow, Harry, we are inexperienced with relationships, and I don't want to lose you as a friend. I am going to take a shower, and see if there is something to eat."
We broke apart, I said, "I need a shower too, I think Dobby will get us something to eat after in the kitchen."
Hermione left to her room while I took a shower in mine, still confused about what happened, we gave each other a dry hump? We are going to be friends with benefits? How can that happen so fast? My mindset is different now that I know what is happening and about to happen in my life. That and the Fan Fiction Stories from the Old Guy and his colleagues. All those different ways to solve my problems, a lot of them impossible though. Why in Merlin's name would I shag that greasy Bat?
Ron Who? Meh, forget that jealous git, he always ran off at the moments I needed him, Hermione could be bossy sometimes but by the way I was acting, she needed to be bossy to get things done. Most of all, she stayed by my side! No matter how dangerous the situation, she was there for me through the years. Plus that was an awesome dry hump! In some of the stories, Ron was crushing over me...
Shuddering at the thought I dried myself and got in my Pj's. I went downstairs and entered the kitchen, Sirius, Lupin, and Tonks were sitting at the table and looked up when I entered the room.
"Hungry, Pup?" asked Sirius, "I must say Dobby is a good cook."
I nodded, "A happy elf is worth ten unhappy ones, Sirius. I like to meet Uncle Kreacher. Is he the Black Elf for this house?"
"Kreacher is a nasty piece of work, he hates me, and frankly I can't stand the sight of him," said Sirius with a frown.
I shook my head and said, "Then you are setting yourself up to get hurt, Sirius. Do you know who Dobby's old Master was? It was Lucius Malfoy, Sirius. In my second year, Malfoy was planning to get a student possessed by Voldy, and Dobby did all he could to save me. Why? Because he was abused by Malfoy and hated him. Does that sound familiar, Sirius?"
Tonks said, "A House that Elf betrays his Master and Family? That is unheard of!"
I pointed my finger at Sirius, "Every creature needs to be wanted and cared for, treat it bad and it will return the favor. Make peace with Kreacher, Sirius or he will search for affection with Narcissa, the last proper Black. Talk to him, why do you hate each other?"
Surprised with my comment, Sirius explained, "Mother ordered Kreacher to punish me when I misbehaved, he seemed to love punishing me, so I started to hate him. Regulus was his favorite and I was the one that got beat up."
I sighed, "Your Mother was at fault, Sirius, not Kreacher, he followed orders and was rewarded for it with affection from his Mistress, Regulus probably was your Mother's favorite, so Kreacher loved him too. Talk to him, find common ground, or he will sell you out to Malfoy. Maybe now that Dobby is here he will soften up."
Sirius called out, "Kreacher? Did you hear our conversation?"
Kreacher popped next to me, "Kreacher heard, disappointing son of Mistress."
I held my hand up to stop the insults, "Uncle Kreacher, you heard why your Master doesn't like you. Ask Dobby if he liked it to get beaten by the Malfoy's. Sirius was wrong to hate you for following your Mistress orders, and you are wrong to hate one of your family. Most of all, your Mistress was wrong by hating her own kin. Do you hate Dobby?"
Sirius, Lupin, and Tonks were watching me turn Kreacher to the Light… or the Dark Side, that depends. That moment Hermione entered the kitchen in her nightgown and bathrobe, when she sat next to me, a plate with food appeared.
Meh, why don't we go for the kill, "Kreacher? You loved Regulus, do you know what happened to him? Tell us about him."
That started the sob story of Master Reggy and the Cave of Horrors, failing to get Reggy out of the cave and watching him dragged underwater brought tears to everyone's eyes.
Wiping his tears away, Sirius finally said, "Reggy turned on Voldemort in the end, he died as a good man. Kreacher, can you bring that locket here? I will see to it that it gets destroyed."
Kreacher popped away to get the locket and came back with it. I commented, "This locket feels the same as that Diary from Tom. Do you perhaps have any Basilisk venom in the house? I stabbed that Diary with a tooth from the Basilisk."
Hermione asked, "Why don't we use acids from the muggle world? There are a lot of acids available that dissolve metals, I read that Aqua Regia even dissolves Gold and other precious metals."
I suggested, "Perhaps let the Goblins remove that piece of Soul, that will keep that locket in one piece."
Sirius swore when he felt the influence of the locket grab hold of him, "I want that locket destroyed, I don't care if it is an heirloom or not. Even when it is from Merlin, I want it destroyed, that thing caused my brother to die. Kreacher put that locket in the Anti-Magic Dungeon for now."
I looked at Lupin, "Go shopping tomorrow, Lupin, and it is time for you to decide which side of the fence you are on. Mine or Dumbledore's, you can not have it both ways."
"What do you mean, Harry?" Asked Lupin, "Aren't we all on the same side?"
I looked at Lupin, "Are you serious? Yes, I know the pun, but let me ask you, after everything you heard today, you still think Dumbledore farts rainbows?" I sighed, "Tell me Lupin, did you swear loyalty to Dumbledore? Did you take an oath or signed a contract? You clearly lost your free will."
Lupin glared at me, "I don't need those to be loyal to the man that gave me a future, Harry! If not for him I would never be a wizard."
I snapped back, "Yes, he gave you a future, do you like your job? Oh, you don't have one! Lupin, tell me, how many werewolves received a future from Dumbledore? How many werewolves got to howl in the shrieking shack? Dumbledore only needed One grateful dog, Lupin, the rest could sod off. Well? Is he still your Hero?"
Sirius commented, "That is right, Remus, you were the only werewolf at Hogwarts, Fenrir Greyback turned a lot of kids before and after you, why didn't they go to Hogwarts? I bet you knew some of them."
Lupin did not know what to say, so I piled on, "Tell me Lupin, you are a teacher, how many werewolves have you taught? Did you teach werewolf kids in all those years you graduated? Why NOT? Because Dumbledore told you so, isn't it Lupin?"
Lupin swallowed, "He said they would revolt and harm people even more if I taught them Magic."
I nodded, "You are a worthless piece of shit, are you? Tonks? Can you go shopping for Acids with Hermione tomorrow?"
Going on Tonk's facial expression, the chances for a Teddy Lupin are dropping from Slim to None. That Old Guy had a lot of issues with Lupin, the major one was why he never even tried to visit me once. Dumbledore said I was fine and that was enough for the wolf. Tonks has to find another man, not me though, she is bloody old! Six years older than me! Why they wanted me to hook up with her in those stories I don't know, or Fleur, another impossible relationship. Do they think it will work? The princess with the boy from under the stairs? I can hardly handle Hermione. Although... maybe it won't hurt to try... Nah.
Tonks nodded, "I will, Harry. Shacklebolt set everything in motion to get you off for that Patronus with Vance. Moody is talking to Madam Bones right now, expect a visit from Moody tomorrow, Madam Bones can't come here, the fidelius is managed by Dumbledore."
Sirius thought of something, "How did you know about this House, Harry?"
I shrugged, "I will tell you when we are alone, Sirius, Dumbledore doesn't need to know this."
Hermione said, "I can't believe he stole thirteen million Galleons from Harry, five loans did not pay one knut after his parents died, he let people live for free in Harry's properties. In the normal world that is more than twenty years in prison, Morgana knows what else he did to Harry."
I finished my plate and stood up, "I am off to bed, I'll worry about the rest tomorrow. Goodnight everyone."
Fifteen minutes later, Hermione came into the room, "Harry? Can I get another hug? A normal one."
I lifted the sheets and said, "Get in Hermione, I want to try snuggling."
Xxxxx
We woke up when we heard Sirius clearing his throat, "I hope you used protection, I am too young to be an Grand Uncle. Get dressed, pup, we have visitors."
I groaned, "Nothing happened, Sirius. We will be down in twenty minutes."
When Sirius left, I sighed, "This is the first night without nightmares, I hope Sirius can shut up about it."
Hermione was still spooning at my back, "I had a good night too, Harry, we better get up."
"And take a cold shower," I added.
Hermione stretched out and said, "Yes, I need one too." she went to her room.
I looked at Little Dude, "It's just you and me, pall."
Xxxxx
Twenty minutes later we met the visitors, Moody, Shacklebolt, Vance, and Jones.
Moody started the conversation while I had my breakfast, "I visited Amelia at home, she already read the bank reports and the Contracts. She wants to meet you as soon as possible. I also told her about Sirius and the Dementors."
Shacklebolt said, "We investigated the whereabouts of the Dementors from two days ago and if some went missing. Not one left Azkaban, so it had to be from the Ministry. Four Dementors are stationed at the Ministry, we will sort out today which two went outside the Ministry."
Vance told me, "I saw some of those memories last night, Potter. I must say that you had a shitty life. Enough to bring your relatives before the Wizengamot. I have to show the resurrection of You Know Who to Madam Bones today, arresting those Death Eaters is above my paycheck. It will not work with memories alone, there are too many cases where memories were being staged with polyjuiced people. the Court will not accept that as evidence."
Jones reported, "I went through the records from November 81 to New Year. There was no trace of a trial of Sirius Black, in the Hall of evidence I only found a box with his wand and a transfer order to Azkaban signed by Bagnold, Crouch, and Dumbledore on the third of November, the day Sirius got arrested."
I asked, "What is the plan?"
Moody said, "A visit to Bones Manor in two minutes. While the others investigate the rest."
"I need assistance with those memories," said Vance, "there are too many things wrong with them, and we have to find a way to make them work for us."
Moody answered, "I will let the boy make new copies and show them to Amelia, she will decide what to do."
Xxxxx
I hate side-along apparating, it feels like you are one of those cartoon figures from the Loony Tunes that got stretched out and dragged through a small tube. I lost my breakfast over it.
Chuckling, Moody vanished the vomit, "You will get used to it, Potter. It is not that bad when you do it yourself."
I said nothing, just glared at him. Then I looked around, we were in the middle of nowhere at the side of a dirt road and a fence.
I asked, "Is there a secret code or action that we have to do to get in or are you going to kill me and bury me here in the middle of nowhere?"
"Smart ass, grumbled Moody, here read this," he told me when he handed me a slip of paper.
I read the phrase, Bones Manor is located at Stone Circle in Yelverton. Once it clicked in my mind, the fence turned into something fancy and a big building appeared behind it.
"Follow me, Potter," said Moody and walked through the gate.
An Elf waited for us at the door, "Mistress Amy be waiting for yous in the parlor, Moody eye."
Moody nodded and went to the parlor, whatever a parlor is. He opened a door and entered, inside were Susan and Aunty Bones, it is obvious they are related, both have a huge rack, ah, Hannah is here too, what a surprise.
On the table was the stack of papers I owled them, I felt three gazes on me, studying me. For me, I was in my muggle disguise, black jeans, a white t-shirt, some sneakers, and my Holy Wand in my holster on my arm. We were ready to start the conversation when we sat down and had a cup of tea.
"As you can see, I got the boy, with me, Amelia," said Moody
Madam Bones nodded, and opened the conversation, "Welcome to Bones Manor, Mr. Potter. I must say you surprised Susan and me with what you owled to us. We read it through and noticed all the laws Dumbledore broke as your Magical Guardian. Yesterday, Dumbledore contacted me to transfer the Guardianship to me, no doubt forced by you. The question is, what do you want from me? What do you expect from Susan?"
"Do you have a Pensieve, Madam Bones? That will go faster." I said,
Repeating everything is getting tiresome, and the Old Guy used it a lot in his stories, I might as well do the same. The Bones Pensieve appeared, the table was set aside and we gathered around it.
"Three memories from my life at the Dursleys to indicate how I grew up," I said when I deposited the first memory in the bowl. I bet Susan and Hannah expected a castle, a six-year-old awoken by Petunia from his cupboard and ordered to cook breakfast cured that. My first day at school where I told the teacher my name was Freak or Boy was the second memory. And the beating from Vernon when I had a better report than his fat ass son was the last one.
Next was a lawn filled with owls that carried letters from Hogwarts, clearly breaking the statute of secrecy. Hogwarts! The Troll, detention in the forest, Quirrel at the mirror, were enough for the first year.
The second year was nice too, the cake at my relatives, the cat flap and the rescue from my prison, watching Colin Creevy brought in the hospital wing while I was regrowing the bones in my arms, which made the two badgers blush. I skipped much and showed Hagrid's arrest, followed by the trip to Aragog. The badgers were screaming their lungs out when they saw us surrounded by acromantula.
I smiled sadly, "It gets worse," and showed the Basilisk from Fraudster to stabbing the Diary.
We paused for lunch, the two badgers were shaken up, that was not how they remembered Hogwarts! Even Moody was mad out of his mind, silently selecting the spells he was going to cast on Dumbledore. After lunch, Madam Bones took some time to give orders, probably to cull a huge acromantula nest.
I took a stroll in the garden with Susan and Hanna. Susan asked timidly, "What do you feel about the marriage contract, Harry?"
I shrugged, "I honestly don't know, Miss Susan, you saw where I grew up, you saw what my life at Hogwarts was all about, do you think I have a clue how to handle relationships? Ron Weasley was an ass hired to keep me stupid, and Hermione is a lonely soul just like me, she was bullied at her elementary school just as much as me. I went to Gringotts to get money for new clothes and to search for a way to escape from my relatives. I never expected to find two marriage contracts. How do you feel about it? Did you know of our contract?"
Susan shook her head, "No, Aunty told me I was free to choose who I want to marry. In a way she was right, that contract could be canceled from both sides, so if I fall in love with another I would cancel it. To be honest Harry, nobody is good at relationships, although you have it worse than us. Our world is small and having an Aunt in a high position in the Ministry is getting me a lot of social climbers or leeches that want the Bones fortune."
She shrugged, "In a way that contract came as a relief, I don't have to wonder why you came after me, for my money, my aunt's connections, or my boobs."
With that last comment, she pointed at her tits, I smiled, "Without the contract, Miss Susan, I would say for your boobs. You have to admit, you have a nice set. No, I would not even know how to approach you, those boobs would intimidate me and make me insecure. I am not exactly Mr. Perfect, I am too skinny and small."
Hannah commented, "Without viewing those memories I would say you could have your pick from all the girls at Hogwarts just with your fame as the Boy Who Lived. Now… you have a lot of emotional baggage, Potter. Being your wife will not be an easy job. I say visit St Mungo's to correct your body, lack of food is stunting your growth, and your relatives starved you for years. Mum is a healer I can ask her to have a look."
Susan added, "A visit to a mind healer will help too, I had some visits myself to cope with some issues," she said while she looked down at her tits.
Xxxxx
We continued The Life Of Potter, I showed why I blew Aunt Marge up, the Dementor on the train, at the quidditch match, Sirius in the shack with Peter, the time turner, and chasing a hundred Dementors away from me and Sirius. To end the third year, the conversation with Fudge in the hospital wing.
In the fourth year, I skipped over a lot, they saw the tasks so that was nothing new, I went straight to the third task, Cedric at the Cup, and the portkey to the Riddle graveyard. It was chilling to see that again, that ugly thing stepping out of his cauldron, his butt kissers, and my duel… if you can call it that, he was toying with me, like a cat with a mouse. The shiny cage with the shades and my escape with Cedric's body made the girls cry. The interrogation of Crouch Junior ended fourth-year drama.
My last memory was the Dementor attack, how I saved myself by forcing my head down and casting my Patronus, saving fat ass too. I commented, "I have to confess I did underage Magic when I disarmed Dumbledore to question him about his abuse, the marriage contract with Ginny Weasley, and his stealing of my fortune. Here is my wand, check it out. I bet whoever sent those Dementors at me will probably trick me, by turning that hearing into a spectacle."
When Madam Bones stored the last Memory and tagged it, she said, "There will be no hearing, Mr. Potter. How can I reach you? Where do you live now?"
I smiled, "I live with my sworn Godfather Lord Sirius Black, Madam Bones, we live at Grimmauld Place Twelve in London."
Moody was upset, "How can you say that, Potter? Only the secret keeper can say that address out loud. How is it possible that you can be a secret keeper too?"
I shrugged, "Maybe I am destined? That is what Dumbledore is telling everyone isn't it?"
Madam Bones commented, "The Wizengamot will not accept Memories, but I will show them to most of the members to convince them of the severity of the situation. A basilisk can not be polyjuiced, nor a nest of Acromantula or Dementors. With those cases, we can show them in Court as evidence. The memories of your home life could not be fabricated, it will be enough to get Dumbledore in trouble."
I asked, "Could you let a team investigate that house and wards to find out if my relatives' behavior was theirs or forced with spells?"
A lot of those Fan Fictions mentioned hate wards or enchanted items in the house, even Old Guy used that argument. You have to be serious assholes to abuse a kid that way.
Susan asked, "Harry? Can we come over for a visit?"
"I would like that, Miss Susan, you can call on my House Elf Dobby, he will transport you to the house. You are welcome too, Miss Hannah." was my answer.
Xxxxx
Back home, Moody threw a little tantrum, "Black! That Godson of yours is a secret keeper for this house too! That should be impossible. Not only that, I spent a whole day viewing his memories, even I am going to have nightmares about it."
He turned to me, "Tomorrow I will escort you to St. Mungo's boy to set you straight."
He turned and left the house. I looked at Sirius and asked, "I told Susan Bones and Hannah Abbot they could visit here. Dobby will pop them here and back. Is that alright with you, Sirius?"
Sirius grinned, "Two at once? You move fast, Harry. So… The tally is on three now?"
I sighed, "Yeah, Sirius, I am a real Incubus, a male Veela. I trained for ten years in my cupboard to learn all that. Petunia and Vernon were my role models."
Hermione hugged me, "No matter what, I'll stay your friend, Harry."
Sirius got serious, "Sorry, Pup, humor, sarcasm, and irony are defense mechanisms to cope with bad situations if you are powerless to do something about it, I used that a lot. I noticed you are using it too."
Hermione asked, "How was your day, Harry? Ours was a success. That locket is destroyed. Kreacher is a lot more friendly after we let him dip the locket in the acid."
I answered, "We spent the day in a Pensieve and viewed my memories. Sirius, the snog on sight will be canceled, the hearing will not happen, and Madam Bones will be my Magical Guardian from now on. Susan and Hannah are nice, we talked about our issues of the second year and fourth year out. Most of them did not know half of what we went through at Hogwarts."
Xxxxx
At dinner, Tonks reported their progress, "The Kiss on Sight was revoked, and the hearing was canceled. Whoever set those Dementors on you did a good job covering up. Madam Bones will arrange a trial for you Sirius. Oh, Vance is on a warpath, she spoke with an unspeakable about the possibility that there is a prophecy between you and Voldy… don't laugh, Sirius! Do you know how hard it is to say that name when your whole life he is used to scare me to bed?"
Hermione and I spent the hours before bedtime studying, from first year til fourth, I missed a lot of details, especially with potions, Sirius showed us old course books, the difference was huge, it was as if all the important information was erased from our coursebooks.
I said to Hermione, "I will never call Snape a professor again. That snake is preventing us from learning something. And Dumbledore is protecting him."
Hermione sighed, "I hate to admit it, but you are right. That man can not teach at all, I just noticed that those books are for Potion Apprentices, they don't need to read beginner techniques, these books are for people that know how to prepare the ingredients and how or when to stir."
When we closed our books for the night, Hermione asked, "Are you and Susan getting together? Dating?"
I shrugged, "I don't know, Hermione, I guess we will try to be friends first, oh that reminds me, Dobby? If you hear Susan Bones or Hannah Abbot call for you, can you bring them here, please? I think you know them, they are Hufflepuffs from our year."
Dobby eagerly nodded, "Dobby knows them, Puffies come a lot in the kitchen for a snack. Miss Suzy and Miss Hanni. Dobby knows."
"And? How do you like your new Job? How is working with your uncle?" I asked Dobby.
"Uncle Kreacher is happy now, evil locket was hurting Uncle. Mistress Hermy helped Uncle a lot." was Dobby happy to answer.
An hour later, I knocked on Hermione's door, when she called to enter I went into her room, without a word, she lifted the sheets to let me in bed next to her. I love the benefits.
4 St. Mungo's
"Just cuddling, honey," I said when I snuggled up to the back of her body, "last night I had the best night's sleep in years. Hmm, soft, warm. You smell good, did you know?"
"I know, but it is nice to hear you say it," said Hermione with a smile, "It feels great to be held like this. Do married couples do this all the time? That would be a reason to get married, isn't it?"
My hand went around her body and cupped a boob, "Married couples do more than cuddling I suppose," I said while I started nibbling at her ear and let my hand explore her body.
Hermione sighed, "I suppose they do, ah, Harry, can you hold your hand there? My period started today and I have cramps, your hand right there is making it better. Don't stop what you are doing with your mouth, mister!"
"Your wish is my command, honey," I whispered while my lips went down her neck to her exposed shoulder, that she liked it was confirmed with a soft moan, "Tell me if I go too far or need to go further, Hermione, I have no clue where the boundaries are."
At the moment I am doing stuff I read from the Fan Fictions, I have no idea if this works in the real world.
"What you are doing now feels heavenly, Harry," moaned Hermione, "I had no idea this could feel so good, I thought those romance novels from Mum exaggerated it."
Of course, she read about it! Well... I did too in a way, downloading it into my brain counts as reading I suppose. I made small circles on her belly… no, lower... Her womb? That must be it, and worked on her neck and shoulders, avoiding slobbering it, that is a big nono in those books, never use spit on the body except the mouth and pussy… the nipples too... I better stop thinking that far.
Hermione moved her ass a bit and asked, "Hmm, Harry? Is that you poking at my bum?"
"Yes, it is. That is Little Dude saying Hello." I answered with a grin.
Hermione reached behind her back and let her hand slip inside my Boxer, "Hmm, hard, warm, Hello there Little Dude."
I started moaning too, damn that feels good! "Little Dude likes that a lot, Hermione, did you read about it in your Mum's books too?"
"Yes I did, Harry, I thought it would be gross but I love doing this with you." was her answer, who am I to stop this? Proceed Hermione!
I nibbled her ear, "I won't last long the way you are spoiling Little Dude, Hermione,"
"Neither will I last long, Harry, I never felt this good before," whispered Hermione.
Five minutes and a scoursify later, "That felt great Hermione, you are the best."
Hermione nested herself closer to me, "It is not that difficult to be the best, Harry, at the moment I am the only one that hugged you. You are my best too, thank you for being my friend."
Xxxxx
We woke up when Sirius cleared his throat, "Good morning Cuddlers, people are waiting for you downstairs."
I said to Hermione, "Remind me to lock the door next time, he is enjoying this too much."
"I do," laughed Sirius when he walked out of the room.
Downstairs, Moody was waiting for me, "No need for food, Potter, you are going to puke it out anyway."
"Yeay, side-along again. What a way to start the day. Lead the way, Moody." I said dejected when I followed him outside.
Even with an empty stomach, it felt horrible, we arrived at the apparating point for St. Mungo's and went inside. At the reception, Moody said, "Nine o'clock appointment with Mrs. Abbot."
"Third floor, room 305, Mr Moody, what is the name of the patient?" asked the receptionist.
"Classified for now," answered Moody, "This is a case for child services and the DMLE."
"Patient Merlin Emrys it is." noted the Receptionist down.
"Cool! I always wondered how it would feel to be like him," I said to Moody when I followed him to the elevator.
"Now you know, Well? Do you feel special?" grumbled Moody.
I shrugged, "No more than before to be honest, being the Boy Who Lived crap is special too, isn't it?"
Moody looked at me sideways, "Was it special for you?"
I shook my head, "If it was, I would not need to be here."
At Room 305 Mrs. Abbot's assistant let us in, a twenty-plus pretty girl, most witches are pretty though, there is nothing a wand can fix. She led us into the examination room, it was stuffed with toys and bright colors, I even saw a rack with Harry Potter books.
I looked around and asked, "Is this room age-appropriate? I fear I outgrown some of the toys or do I have to find my inner child?"
The assistant shrugged, "That is the only part most of the males show anyway. Remove your clothes, you can keep your briefs on, and sit on the table."
The assistant glanced sideways at my black boxer, I grinned, "What did you expect? One with unicorns on?"
The assistant shrugged again, "As if that never happened before."
The healer, Mrs. Abbot, came in the room, "Good morning, Mr. Potter," she said and studied my face, "What did you do to my Hannah that she had nightmares all night? She told me I would find out today. All I know is that Hannah went to Susan to give moral support for your visit."
Moody grumbled, "It is because of him alright, Helen. I had some bad dreams myself last night."
"Huh? What did I do? I am the bloody victim here!" I protested, "I did not force you or Miss Hannah to see those memories, did I?"
Moody shook his head, "No, but you are still the cause of those dreams, Potter."
I shrugged, "I don't mind Miss Hannah or Miss Susan dreaming of me. You, however…"
Mrs. Abbot stopped us, "I will hear it later from you or Amelia, Alastor, we will focus on the examination for now."
Miss Assistant was disappointed, that was some juicy gossip, the fact she is not bound to the healer's oath will get the knowledge that Potter did something yesterday that gave two girls and Moody nightmares. That is good stuff! It was written all over her face!
The good mood disappeared when Mrs. Abbot started to cast her spells, "What is all this? What in Morgana's name happened to you, boy? Moody! Did you know all this?" she snapped at Moody with that last question.
Moody nodded, "Not all of it but enough to get the gist of it."
"Melinda! Get the certified Dicta quill! Moody, call in the DMLE! You should have brought them with you and you knew it."
Xxxxx
An hour later it was a high-profile DMLE case, child abuse and neglect under a Magical guardian's care is a big thing it seems. And man, they found a lot of things wrong with me. The Dicta Quill filled several pages, two other healers were called in to witness the examination.
To start was the starvation for all those years and the results from it, stunted growth and brittle bones. The cracks in some of the bones proved the abuse over the years, my bad eyesight was caused by keeping me in the dark all of the time and the taps to my head, the frying pan when I was six most likely.
Then the blocks on my Magic to limit my accidental outbursts and the drains of the Blood Magic, both highly illegal. So the Fan Fictions had it right after all. Abusing a magical kid will no doubt trigger accidental Magic. It had to be bound or Vernon would beat me to death.
No inoculations, the muggle kind, or the Wizarding kind made them very upset, Dragon Pox is a real thing, getting it is a 75% chance of pushing daisies within a year. I kind of like that expression, pushing daisies. I learned a lot of those from Fan Fictions.
When I told them that scar was from a Basilisk bite, and the strange substance in my blood were the venom and Phoenix tears, that made Moody and me worried. That was in Voldemort's blood too now.
I had to explain to the Aurors that my imaginary resurrected Dark Lord caused the Crucio damage.
Ah, Pomfrey got called in! Great, now she can explain why she neglected all the signs of child abuse.
There it is! "Dumbledore told me so!"
Dumbledore only has to open his mouth and they follow him like newborn ducklings.
Mrs. Abbot was not pleased with that explanation, "How dare you to neglect that kind of abuse? Why wasn't he sent here when you found out he didn't have his inoculations? Or when he was bitten by a ruddy Basilisk?"
Pomfrey protested, "He never went to the Hospital wing for that!"
I commented, "I was there a lot after that, Mrs. Pomfrey, you never did a thing to help me."
Pomfrey glared at me, "My hands were tied, Mr. Potter! I did the best I could within my restrictions!"
One of the other Healers spoke up, "You should have reported it Poppy, those children are in your care and you allowed them to be abused."
I thought of something, a topic that was mentioned a lot in Fan Fictions, "There is more, a lot of girls are violated at Hogwarts, mostly by Slytherins and it always got covered up by Snape, Dumbledore, and her. Ask her if she knew about the rapes or not."
That healer looked at Pomfrey's guilty expression, "Spit it out, Poppy! Here or before the Wizengamot, but we will find out! Are girls raped at Hogwarts?"
Pomfrey nodded, "Dumbledore always said the deed was done with mutual consent, and that the girl got second thoughts about it and made a complaint. The day after the girls retracted their complaints."
The healer swore, "My granddaughter is at Hogwarts, Pomfrey! Will she be one of those girls too?"
Pomfrey shook her head, "No, she is a pureblood. Only Muggle-born or half-bloods from poor backgrounds made those complaints."
One of the Aurors scoffed, "Mudbloods and half-bloods are not worth our attention."
"It should," I bit back, "After all, Voldemort is a mudblood too. A son of a squib and a muggle. Think about that before you are kissing his feet, Death Eater scum."
The Auror chuckled, "In your dreams, Potter, The Dark Lord is the Heir of Slytherin, there is no way he is a Mudblood."
"Ah, I see, you are one of those branded slaves. Well, slaveboy, the last line of Slytherin was House Gaunt, a batshit crazy poor family that married their sisters for generations. Merope Gaunt eloped with Tom Riddle after she gave him Armotentia, she stopped potioning him when she became pregnant or she ran out of potions, so Tom Riddle left her."
I grinned at the Auror, "Your Heir of Slytherin's name is Tom Marvolo Riddle, it is an anagram of I am Lord Voldemort. Or did you think Voldemort is a real name? Running from death? Ask that snake-faced mudblood bastard, but I doubt you will survive that question. He is touchy about that."
I piled on, "Did you know that tattoo on your left arm is a slave-mark? He can even leech power from it, that is why he is so powerful, you poor fools, are just magic boosters."
OK, I confess that it was a wild guess, some of those stories mentioned that possibility and it seemed logical that he had done that. Is it a slave-mark? I think so, Tom is a control freak and a backstabber, and backstabbers are afraid to be stabbed in the back.
I poked the fire, "So, slaveboy, where are your loyalties, with Tom Marvolo Riddle or the Aurors and the Law?"
Moody stood behind him with his wand out, "I want to know that too, Dawlish. I knew your father, he was a half-blood. Why are you looking down on your own legacy, Dawlish? Or are you one of those that murders their own kin?"
"They have to pretend to be purebloods or they will be skipped over if there are promotions." I commented, "I bet it is the same here too."
At the ashamed faces it is. Bigots are everywhere.
Dawlish said, "I am not a Death Eater, Mr. Potter! But I think their cause is just. We need to protect pureblood values and the Mud… Muggleborn are threatening it, for years they have been stealing our Magic."
I looked at Mrs. Abbot and asked, "Do those idiots really believe that? I mean really, really believe that? Then there is no hope for the purebloods after all. Their mental growth stopped at eight or nine years old. Tell me Dawlish, do you still believe the storks are delivering the babies? Did you ever see your parents having a tickle fight at night in their bed? Did you know the ones with boobs don't have a wiwi like yours?"
How is this possible? A lot of stories made fun that the purebloods think Muggles steal our Magic, I never thought they were so stupid to actually believe that. Ah! I'll use one of Old Guy's arguments.
"Tell me Death Eater Wannabe, Where are the squibs dropped? The ones with their Magic bound and wands snapped? Or do you think those upstanding purebloods never went to the muggles and rape those pretty Muggle animals? Why do you think their offspring won't have any Magic? IDIOT!"
Hey, ranting like that is fun! Do I continue? Hmm, better not, it looks like those healers believed that crap too. They are looking embarrassed enough.
I groaned, "Come on! Is that so hard to understand? Don't tell me you don't know the dangers of inbreeding? Merlin! Where did you guys go to schoo… Yeah Hogwarts, what a surprise. It is the best school to turn geniuses into morons."
I sighed, "Mrs. Abbot, can you fix me up please, I am starting to think someone put a Geas on the whole country."
Mrs. Abbot said, "You gave us a lot to think about, Mr. Potter, it is not normal that we overlooked such a simple explanation. As you said, there is something wrong in Britain, and I want to find out what."
The other Healer nodded, "I agree, it was like blinders were removed from my eyes when Mr. Potter made his statement."
Hmm, maybe we advanced from a children's story to a teenager's one? A nationwide Geas could explain the sheer stupidity of the pureblood cause. Tom better said, "I want to torture and murder everyone," Yeah, raping was not possible for Tom, he had nothing between his legs to be proud of when he stepped out of his cauldron.
Xxxxx
Two hours later we arrived back at Grimmauld Place, Moody left immediately, probably to report to Bones. Dobby gave me an early lunch. While eating, I gave Sirius and Hermione a brief overview of what happened.
When I was done, Sirius commented, "You know Harry, you have the knack for stirring up trouble everywhere you go. I think those healers didn't like to be called bigots. Dawlish was an asshole at Hogwarts, I doubt that has changed. It started the paper mill, from now on it is a DMLE case."
I shrugged, "If they are all like Dawlish, then I fear for the future of Wizardkind."
Hermione said, "They are not all bad, Harry, Vance, Jones, and Tonks are alright. Shacklebolt too."
I smiled sadly, "Yeah? They knew for a month that Sirius was innocent and did not have a trial, why did I have to remind them to do their bloody job?"
I thought of something, "Hermione, do you know about Pavlov's dog?"
Sirius was puzzled, "Who is Pavlov? I never heard of him before."
Hermione explained, "Pavlov was a scientist who studied human behavior, he proved we could be conditioned to behave in certain ways. For weeks he sounded a buzzer before he gave food to a dog, after a few weeks, the dog started to salivate when he heard that buzzer…"
Hermione gasped, "Harry? Do you mean Wizards are trained to behave in certain ways, just like Pavlov's dog?"
I nodded, "Think about it, a troll entered Hogwarts, and they act as if it is normal. The Muggleborn can't write home, no doubt the school owls are monitored, what about the purebloods? Why didn't they write home? Why did not one parent send a howler about it?"
I continued my questioning, "In our second-year children are petrified, and everyone accepted it as just another normal day at Hogwarts. Months later, Fudge put Hagrid in Azkaban to let it look like he was doing something about it. Why didn't the Magic Society kick up a storm? Something in Hogwarts is petrifying children, a lot have children or relatives in Hogwarts why didn't they remove those kids or close the school until the danger is over? Think about it, Dementors attack during a quidditch game!"
Sirius said, "Probably because Dumbledore was there and he would protect their kids. If he said he had everything under control people would believe him. That is why taking him to court will be a risk. If he declared it was for the safety of the wizarding future, sacrificing one kid for it is a small price to pay. Dumbledore will keep everyone safe."
I thought about it for a bit, "I bet he did at Hogwarts like Shacklebolt suspected he'd done at the Ministry, he keyed himself to the Wards and influenced the students with it. Trust Dumbledore, ignore strange phenomena, accept violence as normal. That kind of thing, he probably did when he started teaching at Hogwarts. It was done for the greater good after all."
I looked at Hermione, "Maybe that is why you thought everything Dumbledore said was the law. I bet if he told you to get better grades you had to snog Snape, you would probably done it."
Hermione's scream "NEVER!" was heard three blocks down the road.
Dobby came with a vial, "This be your first potion, Master Harry. You must take it to get better."
The elves have their own network, Dobby received the potions and the schedule from the St Mungo's elves and took control of giving them to me.
That gave Hermione time to cool off, the thought of snogging Snape was too much for her. It could be the two happy endings we got that changed her attitude, two nights in our bed, being held by someone… it changed us both I guess. It did for me. That, and the knowledge of the Old Guy made me look at life differently. I want to LIVE it instead of being manipulated by an old goat.
Xxxxx
Dobby popped next to me, "Missy Susan and Missy Hannah be calling Dobby, Master Harry, can Dobby go?"
"You can, Dobby, you don't have to ask me that again until I tell you so," I answered.
Two pops later, Susan and Hannah were standing in front of me. I smiled, Welcome at Grimmauld Place, Miss Hannah? I heard from your mother you dreamed about me, was it any good?"
Hannah glared at me, "It wasn't, Potter! I had one nightmare after another, mother had to give me a dreamless sleep potion to get through the night."
Susan added, "Aunty gave me a Calming Draught before I went to bed, and I still had nightmares, Harry. How do you manage to get some sleep at all?"
I shrugged, "Hermione helped me get through them these last few days, it helped a lot. But can I first introduce you to my Godfather Lord Sirius Black?" I said when I was pointing behind them.
Susan and Hannah froze up, Sirius Black was behind them? Carefully they turned and took their wands in their hands. Sirius' grin disappeared when he saw two wands pointed at him.
He held his hands up and said, "I surrender! Please don't kill me, my reputation would be destroyed when the word got out that I got offed by two angry girls."
I asked, "Sirius? Do you have a reputation? Since when? Hold the spells, Miss Susan and Hannah, I first have to know what reputation he had, it is probably something from twenty years ago."
Hermione giggled, "He could use some punishment though, lately he has been teasing Harry too much."
Susan and Hannah lowered their wands when they heard us joking with 'The Sirius Black'. Susan was the first to remember her manners, "Good day, Lord Black, thank you for allowing us to visit my betrothed in your home. We apologize for raising our wands at you, the knowledge of your innocence is still too new."
Sirius straightened his back and answered, "No offense taken, Miss Susan, I am rather impressed that both of you took a stand against me instead of running away screaming like most would do. As the betrothed of my Godson, you can view yourself as one of the family. You too, Miss Abbot, consider yourself a House Guest."
Hanna put her wand away, "Thank you for your hospitality, Lord Black, I promise not to abuse it."
Sirius sagged his shoulders, "Great, now that the formalities are out of the way I will retreat to my study, I am sure Harry will entertain you."
Hmm? How do I do that? Sing a song? Tell some jokes? Is this some Noble Code?
Hermione came to my rescue, "Dobby? Some tea and biscuits, please."
"In the parlor!" I added, I bet we have one of those here too. Now… where is that parlor?
Kreacher popped in, "Parlor not be ready for visitors, young Master, Dobby be serving tea in your room."
When we walked upstairs, Hermione explained, "Mrs. Weasley insisted that we clean this house by hand. Probably to keep us busy. This house was unattended for years, Kreacher was ordered to make the house inhospitable to squatters or unwanted relatives like Sirius. It is only a day that Kreacher and Dobby started to clean."
Harry's room had a sitting corner and the tea was waiting for them, Susan nervously looked at the bed before sitting down. After a few uncomfortable minutes, while sipping tea and nibbling biscuits, I sighed, "To be honest, I have no clue how to entertain you, I even don't know what entertaining you means, what am I supposed to do?"
Susan relaxed, "There is no need for formal talks, Harry, just act natural as if you are with friends, talk about school, hobbies, future plans, dreams, stuff like that."
Hannah added, "This is to get us to know each other better, Harry, we ask about your life and we answer your questions about ours. Let me start, how did Hermione help you to get over those experiences? That must have been something special."