Chapter 3
Narcissa was sure one thing in particular, Tom Marvolo Riddle was not what anyone would call a kind or caring man. Most people would say that the title of man was too much for a monster like him. His followers were well aware of this, you do not angry Tom Riddle or as he liked to call himself these days "Lord Voldemort".
Lucius Malfoy was experiencing this himself, the harsh pain of Tom's Crucio was frying his nerves, every breath taken in brought a new world of pain. The blonde hair servant whimpered as he suffered under the curse of his master.
"Have you had enough Lucius?" asked Tom rhetorically
Lucius didn't respond, knowing better. He simply bowed his head and kissed the bottom of his lord's robes.
"You are so pathetic Malfoy. Where is that inhumanely large pride of yours?" questioned the Dark Lord.
Lucius again knew that he shouldn't answer, it wasn't worth it.
"Silence? Is that your answer? Tsk Tsk Malfoy. I was hoping that you would show some signs of life. Where is the fun in torturing a man who doesn't respond. I guess your wife and son will have to fill your role in amusing me." Snarled Tom, his toothy smile sending ice down everyone in the room's spine.
"My Lord, please take it out on me, i would forfeit my life without question sir. But please, my family has done nothing wrong. We have served you well My Lord." pleaded Lucius, his eye filled with unshed tears.
Tom's eyes narrowed, the red orbs focused in on his servant's face, before anger flashed across his face. "You wish to bargain with what is already mine? Your life is worthless Lucius, you are but a single leaf standing before a storm. This is your house Lucius, but you live in my world."
Lucius bowed his head again and Tom hissed angrily.
"Dobbs, bring in Narcissa and young Draco. In fact, bring in every male recruit that we have." Hissed Tom
Lucius looked up, but also knew that voicing his displeasure would end his life.
Narcissa was brought into the room, thrown onto the couch in the corner. Draco was soon brought in floating in the air, magically frozen but aware of his surroundings.
Tom flipped his wand lazily and Narcissa's clothes were ripped from her body as the last of the 8 new recruits filed into the room.
"Lucius has been a fine host has he not gentlemen. He has opened his home to us, he has feed us. But his wife, she sulks in her study or bedroom all day. She does not care for us to be in her house. She does not care for us to be in front of her son." started Tom, his face twisted into a sick parody of a smile.
Tom continued, for nobody dared to interrupt him, "I can't say that I was expecting this lack of kindness upon my return. I say that this lack of a warm welcome is unacceptable. I say we correct this behavior, men drop your pants. Mrs. Malfoy might a cold uncaring unkind bitch, but i assure you, her snatch is as warm as the next witch's"
Lucius' eye widen as he watched an unsure no name recruit get pushed forward and step between his wife's legs. The Dark Lord nodded to go ahead and Lucius watched in horror as another man entered his wife, in front of their son, in his own house. He grit his teeth in anger, his anger at his lack of power, his lack of ability to do anything to stop this scene unfolding before him.
With a grunt, the recruit pulled out of Narcissa sprayed his seed all over her body, her once nearly untouched body marked by a man who wasn't her husband. As soon as that recruit was finished, another one took his place. The other 6 recruits watching grew bolder with each thrust by the 2nd man that entered Narcissa. They soon surrounded her, groping her body roughly as they abused her in front of her husband and son, all while the Dark Lord watched on approvingly.
Lucius' brain was numb by the time the last of them finished with his wife, this time on her face. Marking the end of her ruining. Tom turned to his loyal inner circle deatheater servant and said "You know Lucius, your wife is quite the whore to let 8 men have their way with her and never so much as mutter a "no". It is a shame that you're incapable of making the minister turn a blind eye to our cause, let alone stopping these men."
Tom jabbed his wand at Draco and the young blond teen dropped to the ground, his face covered in tears.
"Poor Draco, watched his mother get used and then his father die" hissed Tom before he turned to Lucius and said "I am Lord Voldemort and i DO NOT ALLOW FAILURE AVADA KEDAVRA"
A green beam shot out of Voldemort's wand and crashed into the wall right next to the head of the Malfoy family's chest. Lucius shivered and dropped forward onto his knees, his body shaking from his close brush with death
"Draco, let that be a lesson to you, i do not forgive nor do i forget failure. Now take your mom out of here and get her cleaned up before i force you to have your way with her as well" warned Voldemort.
Draco nodded before scampering to his mother's side and dragging her to her feet, the two of them rushing from the room. Narcissa's last view was Lucius being hit with another Crucio
Narcissa awoke from her nightmare to the sound of a door being closed, the memory of that night stuck in her head like it was the only thing to ever happen to her.
"You seem quite shaken up" noted a voice from the other side of the room. Narcissa didn't need to turn her head to know that it was Harry Potter, the man who had captured her.
She looked around, the room around her was fuzzy, as if she couldn't focus on anything. It took her a second to realize that it was due to magic that made her sight unclear. She could tell she was in some kind of bedroom, she was in a comfy bed on the opposite side of the room from where Harry was in a bed as well.
"Where am I?" she asked, hoping for a straight forward answer.
"I can't tell you, but you are in a safe place" said Harry
"You can't or you won't tell me?" questioned Narcissa
"I can't but even if I could, I wouldn't" answered Harry
"Ah under the charm" said Narcissa as she came to terms that she was trapped in a house that nobody would ever find.
Harry sat up in his bed, keeping the blanket draped over his naked lower half. His eyes trailed over the form of Narcissa, his eyes meeting her own after passing over her body.
"You weren't brought here because you are a prisoner" said Harry "In fact, I would love nothing more than to help you"
Narcissa was confused "Unless you can teach me that trick you used to beat death, there isn't many things that you can do to help me"
Harry shook his head in amusement "You do realize I ripped your husband apart with a mere thought right. Not to toot my own horn, but I can make a case that I'm the most powerful person in the world ... toot!"
Narcissa frowned, her husband had been killed? Ripped apart by this 14 year old brat who claimed it had been as easy as breathing to do so.
"You're not Harry Potter" claimed Narcissa
"I'm not your Harry Potter" corrected Harry
"What does that even mean?" she asked
"Magic can do a lot of different things, provide solutions to questions and problems that you didn't think of" replied Harry
Narcissa didn't get whatever Harry was going on about, he was giving her an answer that only made have more questions. If his cryptic answer was to taken as a metaphor for himself, then he was magic. He was the solution to Voldemort, that much was clear.
"Are you a time traveler?" asked Narcissa, unsure of what kind of magic would allow for someone to have their head to be cut off and then brought back to life.
"Not quite" said Harry "You're thinking too small. I was brought here by a ritual with the sole purpose of killing off your dark lord"
Narcissa wasn't sure how to process this new information, this was a Harry Potter from a different plane of existence? One who was not the harmless lamb like the one from this world.
"You're older" Narcissa realized "You're literally what the dark lord fears, a fully realized mage level opponent."
Harry smiled brightly and said "He was scared of me back in my world too"
"So when you say that you can help me, what does that mean? Are you going to let me hide out here? Stash me away in your bed until you grow tired of me?" asked Narcissa, her tone growing more heated by the word.
"Nothing like that, something more along the lines of freedom." said Harry
"How can I be free? The Malfoy family has pledged itself to the Dark Lord. Last time I check, I am still a Malfoy" countered Narcissa
"You don't have to be, while Sirius is a criminal, I am the Head of House Black, I can dissolve the marriage due to lack of proper upkeep on a treasured family member" said Harry as he yawned and stretched.
Narcissa felt her brain get stuck on neutral as Harry revealed the other type of power in this world, political power.
She then blushed as Harry rolled out of bed, his naked form being exposed to her eyes.
Putting her hand up over her eyes "That is not the proper way to sleep, especially if you hold the title of Lord Black"
Harry scoffed "Proper? There isn't a proper way to do anything in life, just a bunch of old people too stubborn to change with the times"
Harry waved his wand and the clothing that he purchased yesterday leapt out the bag and into his hands.
"I'm going to take a shower, you think about it." said Harry as he left the room to wash up.
Passing Ginny on the way to the bathroom, Harry waved at the red haired and faced girl.
Upon coming out of the shower, Harry banished his soiled clothes back to his room before making his way back down to the kitchen.
"Kreacher, breakfast" commanded Harry
The house elf popped into the room and immediately got to work. Dumbledore sat at the table, sipping on a cup of steaming tea.
"I take it you are still upset about me not running the article by you" said Harry, attempting to start a conversation.
"I am not upset about the article, I am upset by the fact that nobody know that you are not the Harry Potter of this world. You have placed a target on your back that sure, You can handle. But what about the departed Mr. Potter's friends?" questioned Dumbledore
Harry bit his lip as he tried to play it off, but the truth was that he hadn't thought about the other people who could pay for his words.
Back in his world, Hermione, Tonks, and Dumbledore were seen as powerful figures that weren't to be messed with. But he had felt the magic inside of this world's Hermione. She was strong, her magic was potent. But it was like comparing water to oil, she simply hadn't been tested enough, to develop into the monster that he knew that she could be.
But Harry was nothing is not quick on his feet.
"That actually leads me to what is going to happen this year sir" started Harry "The ministry in wake of the whole Voldemort thing, will attempt to push themselves onto Hogwarts."
Dumbledore leaned back, clearly interested in what Harry had to say about what was going to happen.
"You cannot hire a new DADA professor, they will assign one. She is going to be a very bad subpar teacher, but it is needed for me to teach an illegal underground DADA class and start a dueling club" finished Harry.
Dumbledore caressed his long beard, thinking over the new info that Harry had provided him.
"You want to allow the same thing to happen that happened last time?" asked Dumbledore.
Harry nodded "Yeah, I feel that this actually prepares Hogwarts for the more important battles. As well as bring someone who needs to be dealt with immediately under our view"
Dumbledore made eye contact with Harry "You seem very concerned with this person, how much danger could they be?"
"Blood Quills used on students until the point that the words are carved into the back of their hands" replied Harry
Dumbledore's face twisted into one of disgust, he believed everyone should get a second chance, but to physically abuse child was beyond even his ability to forgive.
"I'm not sure that I can simply allow this person into my castle, Harry. I have a duty to protect my students, something I have failed to do in the past." stated Dumbledore.
"Then Umbridge will be assigned to the school anyway as the High Inquisitor. She is going to be given free range in terms of power, only you will outrank her." explained Harry
Dumbledore grit his teeth "Fine, I will allow her to enter the castle as the DADA professor, but I want her to be taken care of immediately."
"Oh I plan on getting rid of her before Christmas break if she's anything like the one from my world." Harry assured Dumbledore.
"How did you get rid of her in your world?" asked Dumbledore
"What Cornelius doesn't know won't hurt him," said Umbridge, who was now panting slightly as she pointed her wand at different parts of Harry's body in turn, apparently trying to decide what would hurt the most. "He never knew I ordered dementors after Potter last summer, but he was delighted to be given the chance to expel him, all the same."
"It was you?" asked Harry, very much pleased with the words coming out of toad looking clown of a woman "You sent the dementors after me?"
"Somebody had to act," breathed Umbridge, as her wand came to rest pointing directly at Harry's forehead. "They were all bleating about silencing you somehow — discrediting you, but I was the one who actually did something about it. Only you wriggled out of that one, didn't you, Potter? Not today, though, not now."
And taking a deep breath, she cried, "Cruc —"
Harry sneezed and used his elemental ability to blast himself backwards, breaking the hold of Crabbe.
Extending his hand, his wand flew into his hand and Harry turned his attention back to his 'professor' with his wand pointed at her face.
"Draco, you should take your goons and leave" said Harry
Draco gulped nervously and Umbridge hissed "Non-sense, you listen to me boy. I am the Undersecretary of the Minister of Magic. You will not threaten me"
Harry turned towards Draco, his eyes glowing an angry red that remind Draco of the monster living in his home.
Draco already knew that Potter was on his way to becoming a monster like the Dark Lord, he had already tested his patients in the past.
"Let's go guys" said Draco to Crabbe, Goyle, and Theodore Notts. The four Slytherins walked out of the room and Harry used his magic to push Hermione out of the room behind them, the door sealing behind her.
She banged on the door, her cried to be let back into the room being ignored by Harry.
"You know, for someone you called dangerous, deranged, and a menace. You really did your best to piss me off. I can deal with the attempts of my life, I can deal with you throwing a stone at a giant like myself, but the blood quill used on Hermione ... You made her carve Mudblood into her own hand." hissed Harry, his voice slipping in and out of parseltongue as his anger got the best of him.
Umbridge froze as the language known as a sign of being a dark wizard was used to threaten her.
"Speaking of mudblood, let's see what that actually looks like" said Harry as he waved his wand and Umbridge dropped to the ground, clutching her chest as she coughed up what she thought was blood but was actually mud.
Dumbledore blinked as Harry finished the tale, "You are quite the dangerous wizard, Harry. I am a bit curious to how my counterpart took your actions"
"You had been banished from the castle and were on the run from the ministry for trying to warn them that Voldemort was back. But I'm sure that you were on the edge of offing her yourself. She did more than just blood quill stuff, she segregated the school by "blood purity", she installed physical punishments for muggleborns if they "offended" pure bloods in any way."
Dumbledore shook his head in disbelief, nobody should treat children that way. He barely tolerated Snape's mistreatment of students and that was only because he was an invaluable double agent for him.
"If she is as bad as you make her out to be, then I guess I can understand why my counterpart would allow such a brutal ending for her" reasoned Dumbledore
"Don't worry about it, we'll just get her fired this time around" said Harry "No reason to kill anyone who isn't a death eater or Voldemort himself."
Dumbledore nodded and let out a sigh that he didn't know he was holding, maybe this Harry wasn't that much different than his own Harry.
Kreacher placed a plate of eggs, sasuage, bacon, and toast in front of Harry, but a sharp glare from Harry made Kreacher give a similar plate to Dumbledore.
"Although there is another thing that I have to ask you, I want to bring Fleur Delacour into school as my training partner." said Harry
"Is she a dear friend from your world?" asked Dumbledore.
Harry remembered the face of the beautiful french witch from yesterday "Something like that, she's extremely smart and has several different NEWTs"
"I don't think I can afford to pay her what she's making at Gringotts" reasoned Dumbledore causing Harry to chuckle
"The oldest red head left her behind, she's making like 12 sickles a week" said Harry
Dumbledore coughed on his tea "The cheapest flat in the Alley is 120 Galleons a month. She is making literally pennies on the dollar."
"You could literally pay her a Galleon a week and have her be better off, but don't worry about the pay. I will be paying her out of my vault." replied Harry
"Then absolutely, she is quite the capable witch based on what I saw last year. She can stay in the teacher's room in the Astronomy Tower, provided she doesn't allow her allure to distract students" said Dumbledore.
"That wouldn't be a problem, the invisibility cloak is more than capable of not just letting her wander around unseen, nobody will be able to sense her either" said Harry.
"About the cloak ... We had to give something up to get you here" started Dumbledore.
"You used the cloak as a medium and a sacrifice to power the ritual" said Harry as he managed to piece together what Dumbledore was trying to say.
Dumbledore just nodded, not knowing how this Harry would react to what was basically a un-replaceable family heirloom being destroyed.
"Don't worry about it, while I can never make one like that. The Dumbledore from my world and I did manage to draw the runes for a fake that lasts a couple of weeks." said Harry
Dumbledore's eye twinkled "I would very much like to get a couple of those notes, I have studied that cloak for years. It always eluded my understanding, but two great minds are better than one. You can give them to me when you arrive at Hogwarts, I must be off"
Harry watched the headmaster depart and looked at the empty plate that the headmaster left behind.
"How did he do that?" questioned Harry as he hadn't even managed to touch his plate.
Finishing up breakfast, Harry wrote Fleur a quick letter basically saying that she had the job if she wanted as well as sending her a Gringotts payment slip worth 1000 galleons, sending it off with Hedwig who had come downstairs for some bacon.
Speaking of 1000 Galleons, this version of Harry Potter never got to invest in George and Fred's shop.
But for some reason, Harry hadn't seen either of them in the headquarters. Shrugging, Harry had a lot to do and the summer wasn't going to last forever.
And indeed it did not, the summer went faster than any Harry had ever experienced before in his life. It felt like he was had just arrived before he was loading his trunk up with all of his worldly possessions.
They were already in downtown London, so they walked to the train station. Mad-Eye, Remus, and Tonks all acted as body guards. Harry was sure it was more to protect anyone foolish to attack him than to actually protect him.
They arrived at King's Cross in around 20 minutes, easily making their way through the crowd thanks to a trio of "notice me not" charms.
One they were on Platform 9 3/4, Harry left Ginny, Hermione, and Ron. He had spent all summer with them and could use a bit of a break from them. Ron was nicer than he had imagined, but had a nasty jealous streak that Harry knew that he would never been able to put up with for 4 straight years.
Hermione was a bit different from the one from his world, she was more serious in this world. She was still a know it all bookworm, which was fine with. But she was also blindly loyal to him and Dumbledore, which was very much unlike the Hermione he was used to.
Ginny was less funny than he remembered, but it could be cause she could barely look him in the eye. She seemed to have a big crush on Harry or was it Harry? It also could have been that she consistently caught him going to take his morning showers which resulted her in seeing his third leg per say.
On the bright side, Fleur had accepted his job offer and was already in a room at Hogwarts that was warded to hide her allure when she was in the room.
Harry was looking forward to having another person he could bounce ideas off of, it didn't hurt that she was insanely drop dead gorgeous.
Making his way through the train with his new trunk, Harry found a spot near the front of the train and a flick of his wand sent the trunk up onto the storage rack.
Taking a seat, Harry was content to just doze off for the rest of the train ride, but nothing is ever that easy.
The compartment door slide open and a soft voice said "Harry Potter, oh my"
Harry opened his eyes and he couldn't stop a small smirk from gracing his face.
"Well hello Luna" he greeted kindly.
"Don't hello Luna me, you don't belong here" said the blonde Ravenclaw
"The times have changed Luna, I don't have to sit on the back of the train" joked Harry, confused at to what she was talking about
She looked at him through her pink glasses that looked like sideways hands, the right lens blue while the left lens was yellow.
Back in his world, Harry had asked her why she wore the glasses and what they had did.
All she had said was "Wouldn't you like to know" in a cheeky manner.
"You can't hide what you are from me, I can see your aura, Harry. You're not the Harry Potter from here. You are Harry Potter but not Harry Potter, but clearly Harry Potter" said Luna, her words making her live up to her nickname of Loony.
Harry smiled "Your glasses let you see magic, you can see that I am not the Harry that you went to school with for the last 3 years."
Luna nodded and Harry pointed at the seat across from him "Sit"
Luna was going to decline when her trunk levitate onto the rack above her and a gust of wind pushed her onto the seat, she just rolled with it and slide down to sit across from Harry
"So what else do your glasses show you?" asked Harry to the girl now sitting opposite of him.
"Wouldn't you like to know" She said in a cheeky manner causing Harry to smile brightly.
"I knew that you would say that" commented Harry as his glowing eyes locked onto her misty silver eyes behind her mismatched color lens.
"You know me where you come from" stated Luna
"The Wrackspurts told you that?" asked Harry
Luna nodded
"We were friends back in my world" said Harry "You were like my little sister"
"That's nice, hopefully not the same kind of sister as Hermione because that would be nasty" commented Luna
"What does that mean?" asked Harry as the train lurched forward as it departed.
"The Harry of this world has a massive crush on Hermione, but would claim that he loved her like a sister. You shouldn't like your sister although some purebloods would probably relate to Harry's desires." explained Luna
"Interesting" commented Harry
"So why is your magic have bits of icy green flowing through it?" asked Luna
"It's probably my elemental ability" said Harry
Luna nodded like that made perfect sense.
"You don't know what that means do you?"
Luna nodded, her face never changing.
"I can use magic to control wind no matter what. I don't need a spell or a wand or runes. I simply will it to be and my magic does the rest" explained Harry
"That is the type of stuff that makes you a mythical figure" said Luna "Don't worry, I'll right your fork lore song and make it catchy"
Harry chuckled at the blonde's words, it didn't matter what world she was from, she was just so much fun to talk to.
There was a knock on the door before it opened to reveal that the person who knocked was Neville Longbottom, Harry's bestfriend from his home world, but this one was a bit different. Harry could see his round face shining with the effort of pulling his trunk along and maintaining a one-handed grip on his struggling toad, Trevor.
"Hi, Harry," he panted. "Hi, er you (his words directed at Luna). Everywhere's full and I can't find a seat anywhere else."
Harry flicked his wand and Neville's trunk was ripped from his hand and shot up next to Harry's trunk on the storage rack. Another jab of the wand and Trevor, the struggling toad was in a decent sized cage that had a tiny beach complete with water and sand.
"Wow, that's impressive" muttered Neville as he held the cage up to his face with both hands, his toad hopping around slashing in the water.
"Neville, take a seat, I wouldn't have you sit anywhere else" said Harry with a tone that said it wasn't up for discussion.
Neville sat down next to Luna and said "You know for a guy who had his head cut off, you seem to be really well"
"You could say that" replied Harry coyly
"I would say it's like he's a whole new person" commented Luna casually
"I'd say" said Neville "Shocked the piss out of me when you were on the front page of every newspaper with bloody Lucius Malfoy's ripped off head in your hands and the claims of aurors on the scene saying you defeated 3 death eaters by yourself."
"I aim to please" Harry said with a wink to Luna
"Where is Hermione and Ron?" asked Neville
"At some prefects' meeting or something like that" said Harry dismissively
"Hermione I get, but Ron? What was Dumbledore thinking?" commented Neville
"That I get into too much trouble, you lack the backbone and respect, Dean is more interested in getting into as many girl's pants as possible, and the Seamus can't be trusted with confiscated drinks" said Harry
"I guess that makes sense then" said Neville quietly
The compartment door was slammed open and it revealed Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle.
All three of them had their wands out and pointed at Harry's side of the booth.
"Nice to see you too Draco" said Harry, a friendly smile stretching across his face.
"You're a dead man Potter" snarled Draco, his wand aimed at Harry's face.
"Oh, did I do something wrong?" asked Harry
"You know damn well what you did" spat Draco as rage was seen in his eyes "It was all over the news, my father's noble head in your filthy half blood hands"
Harry chuckled once before his face turned serious and his eyes shone with magic as the sky outside darkened instantly and lightning struck outside the window, barely missing the train.
Harry stood up from his seat, standing over Draco by a full head and looked down at him.
"Your dark lord cut my head off and I returned from the dead like it was nothing. Your father thought he could kill me, he was a good wizard. You're nothing compared to him, no walk away before the Malfoy family line ends here and now" said Harry in an icy tone
Draco shivered as the temperature in the room dropped and Harry decided that he didn't want to deal with this at the moment and blew out an icy gust of wind from his mouth and Draco froze.
"Aye you stupid gorillas, take your boss back to his compartment and if he comes back to bother me, I'll end him like I did his father" said Harry to Crabbe and Goyle.
They nodded and dragged the unmoving Draco away and Harry relaxed his magic, the sky returning to it's normal sun shining ways and the room warmed back up instantly.
"So, what's new with you Neville?" asked Harry as he sat back down like nothing happened.
A/N: And there is chapter 3, about another 5k words which I feel is a good chapter length for this story, I don't want them to be too short and I don't want them to be super long either.
We have the return to Hogwarts in the next chapter, not sure how I will be able to spin the whole opening feast but I am already working on it.
Luna is not going to be the pairing, but so far Hermione, Fleur, and Tonks are in the running. Remember this Harry is already 16, while Tonks would be around 21 to 22 in this story, Hermione is close to 16, and Fleur is 18.
Chapter 4
A/N: Not gonna lie, if any of you read Agent Whiskers of SHIELD now know as Marvel at this Shinobi's Tale, after posting like 5 chapters in a row for that story, I honestly can't write another word for it or even watch any of the Marvel movies without getting a large headache. So, Harry Potter fans, you get an update on this story.
The rest of the train ride went without issue, Neville and Luna filled Harry in on their summers.
Their lives were slightly different than Harry had imagined. Neville was a meek pathetic loser to put it honestly. This was not the man that had been Harry's second hand man back in his world. All the potential in the world and he was wasting it being scared of his own shadow.
Luna was different than he remembered her but not by much. She was slightly more bullied in this time line, but still was as kind and quirky as she was in his timeline.
The train ride ended soon than Harry would have liked and before he knew it, he was stuff besides his housemates waiting to eat at the opening feast as the sorting hat did it's job.
The food appeared shortly after the last kid was sorted and Harry ate slowly, his wand in his left hand carefully checking everything that he put on his plate. Besides some mild calming potions, most likely put there to help ease the overwhelmed first years, the food was clean of anything.
Harry enjoyed the food as much as the next student but couldn't dig in like Ron could. The lanky red head must have been part giant the way that he endlessly stuffed his face.
The feast ended and like usual, Dumbledore rose to give a post feast speech. His rising to his feet meant that the chatter fell down to whispers at most.
"Well, now that we are all digesting another magnificent feast, I beg a few moments of your attention for the usual start-of-term notices," said Dumbledore. "First years ought to know that the forest in the grounds is out of bounds to students and a few of our older students ought to know by now too. The staff likes to call this the Weasley Rule due to *cough* several of them being the main individuals that tend to venture out into the woods."
Harry glanced at Hermione and Ron, the first wearing a bright smile while the later wore a sour frown. Shaking his head at the two of them and their mixed reactions, Harry tuned into the rest of the speech from his once upon a time mentor.
"Mr. Filch, the caretaker, has asked me, for what he tells me is the four hundred and sixty-second time, to remind you all that magic is not permitted in corridors between classes, nor are a number of other things, all of which can be checked on the extensive list now fastened to Mr. Filch's office door.
We have had two changes in staffing this year. We are very pleased to welcome back Professor Grubbly-Plank, who will be taking Care of Magical Creatures lessons; we are also delighted to introduce Professor Umbridge, our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher." said Dumbledore
There was a round of polite but fairly unenthusiastic applause during which Harry rolled his eyes. Professor Grubbly-Plank was a fine teacher, but her number one issue or flaw in his book was that she wasn't Hagrid, she was boring.
Dumbledore continued, "Tryouts for the House Quidditch teams will take place on the —"
He broke off, looking inquiringly at Professor Umbridge. As she was not much taller standing than sitting, there was a moment when nobody understood why Dumbledore had stopped talking, but then Professor Umbridge said, "Hem, hem," and it became clear that she had got to her feet and was intending to make a speech. Harry had known it was coming and even he couldn't believe the nerve of this toad looking bitch. Dumbledore had been briefed on this even and he only looked taken aback for a moment, before he threw a look at Harry before taking a step back and allowing Professor Umbridge to step forward as though he desired nothing better than to listen to her talk.
Other members of staff who had not been informed were completely unable to hide their surprise. Professor Sprout's eyebrows had disappeared into her flyaway hair, and Professor McGonagall's mouth was as thin as Harry had ever seen it. No new teacher had ever interrupted Dumbledore before. Many of the students were smirking; this woman obviously did not know how things were done at Hogwarts. Snape's usual scrowl was even more nasty than normal and that should tell you everything you needed to know.
"Thank you, Headmaster," Professor Umbridge simpered, "for those kind words of welcome."
Harry tapped his wand sticking out of his sleeve, on the bottom of the table and a loud series of voices was heard saying "BOOOOOO, NOBODY CARES! SIT DOWN!"
The voices had bounced all over the room that nobody could tell who or where it started from, but the Great Hall filled with laughter as the students all laughed at the words.
Umbridge's toadlike face turned a nasty shade of red and she waved her wand to silence the entire hall.
Harry let it work for a couple of seconds before another tap of his wand shattered her silencing spell and the laughter resumed.
Dumbledore cast the silencing spell this time and Umbridge looked pleased to get his support in the matter.
"Thank you, Headmaster," Professor Umbridge whimpered, her tone of one who was trying to not to lose her shit at the blatant disrespect shown to her "It is quite the pleasureto be here at Hogwarts, seeing all of your bright faces looking back at me"
A quick scan of the Great Hall told Harry that she was full of it, nobody looked happy to see her and that wasn't an opinion, that was a fact. Even the Slytherins were looking at her with a look of disdain usually reserved for him when he murdered his parents.
"The Ministry of Magic has always considered the education of young witches and wizards to be of vital importance. The rare gifts with which you were born may come to nothing if not nurtured and honed by careful instruction. The ancient skills unique to the Wiz- arding community must be passed down through the generations lest we lose them forever. The treasure trove of magical knowledge amassed by our ancestors must be guarded, replenished, and polished by those who have been called to the noble profession of teaching."
Professor Umbridge paused here and made a little bow to her fellow staff members, none of whom bowed back. The pther professors looked like someone had shoved a lemon in their mouths with the sour looks they were giving her. Harry distinctly saw Snape exchange a significant glance with Professors Sprout and McGonagall that screamed 'Let's kill this bitch' as Umbridge gave another little "Hem, hem" and went on with her speech.
"Every headmaster and headmistress of Hogwarts has brought something new to the weighty task of governing this historic school, and that is as it should be, for without progress there will be stagnation and decay. There again, progress for progress's sake must be discouraged, for our tried and tested traditions often require no tinkering. You don't have to march forward but you also must not just remain still. A balance, then, between old and new, between permanence and change, between tradition and innovation. There are those who will tell you that you must embrace the new, that these new first generation members of our society have a place among us. That is not true, they ..."
Harry groaned, this was starting to sound like an anti-muggle rally and flicked his wand towards the speaking professor, placing a heavily overpowered Silencer on her.
She moved her mouth to talk again and looked outraged when no sound came out of her mouth.
Professor McGonagall smile lightly before she put on a fake stern face and directed the students to go off to bed.
Harry shrugged when Hermione gave him a questioning look before glancing towards the beaming Twins before his eyes keyed back on her.
Harry ignored the masses of students as he walked not to his dorm, but rather towards the headmaster's office.
The Gargoyle jumped aside as soon as he approached it and he made his way up to the office.
Dumbledore was already behind the desk, a soft smile on his face as he looked at Harry.
"She was as bad as I remember you saying" admitted Dumbledore "Although I do find it amusing how easily you silenced her."
"She's lucky that I didn't 'accidentally' take her head off" responded Harry with a thin lipped face of disgust "I already knew how crazy she was and she's still blowing my mind with how bad she is"
"If you hadn't talked me into believing that we need her here to re-unite the school, I would have blasted her out of my school already" stated Dumbledore
Harry let a smile grace his face, the fire in Dumbledore's voice reminded him of the power man he had come to know back in his timeline.
Dumbledore pulled a book out from one of the many drawers in his desk and put it on the desktop.
"This is the book that provided me the ritual that brought you here, you are free to study it to your heart's content" said Dumbledore as he slide it across the desk to Harry
"Thanks" said Harry as he put his hands on the weathered book, the pages feeling leathery but fragile at the same time,
"Now off to bed" said Dumbledore as he ushered Harry out of his office and to his common room.
The Gryffindor common room looked exactly like Harry had remembered it; a cozy circular tower room full of dilapidated squashy armchairs and rickety old tables. A fire was crackling merrily in the grate and a few people were warming their hands before going up to their dormitories. All of it looking as welcoming as ever to Harry, who spotted on the other side of the room Fred and George Weasley pinning something up on the notice board. Harry waved good night to them and headed straight for the door to the boys' dormitories.
Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan had reached the dormitory first and were in the process of covering the walls beside their beds with posters and photographs. They had been talking as Harry pushed open the door but stopped abruptly the moment they saw him. Harry wondered whether they had been talking about him, then whether he was being paranoid.
"Hi," he said, moving across to his own new trunk and opening one of the many latches that it had, one of the seven different ones. This one was filled with his undergarments and night clothing.
"Hey, Harry," said Dean, who was putting on a pair of pajamas in the West Ham colors. "Good holiday?"
"Not bad," muttered Harry, as a true account of his holiday would be probably illegal to talk about and rather difficult to explain, how do you explain that you are from a different world sent to save this one. "You?"
"Yeah, it was okay," chuckled Dean. "Better than Seamus's anyway, he was just telling me."
"Why, what happened, Seamus?" Harry asked, unable to put together what the issue with Seamus would be this time around. Voldemort was out in the open, his mom shouldn't think that he belonged in the loon bin.
"Me mam didn't want me to come back." answered the Irish wizard giving Harry another case of Deja Vu
"Why is that?" asked Harry "She doesn't think Dumbledore and I are lying does she?"
"What? NO! She saw ya murdered someone in cold blood, they put it on the front page of the Prophet remember?" said Seamus
"Oh yeah that" muttered Harry absentmindedly "I only kill death eaters"
Seamus looked at him like Harry had grown a second head "You're 15, ya bloody wanker, ya shouldn't be killing anyone"
"That is also a valid point" said Harry "But I couldn't simply let them run free terrorizing people"
Seamus threw his hands up in the air "Maybe ya should, cuz last time ya tried to be a hero, ya died"
Harry waved his hand dismissively "The past is the past, what's life without a bit of death in it?"
"Life, Harry, life" answered Seamus
Harry frowned and asked "Do you want to kill Voldemort? Because if one of you wants to take on the guy who wants to kill everyone, I will gladly step aside and let you have at it"
Seamus got real silent and Harry didn't bother waiting for an answer before he stripped down to his purest and nudest form and slipped into bed.
Harry woke up before the sun even started to slip over the horizon, making his way to his truck and unlatching a special latch that only he could open. He leapt inside as soon as the trunk opened up to the correct selected latch.
The trunk lid closed behind him and he found himself inside the large houselike set up of this special compartment.
He could smell the melting butter and cooking eggs in the next room, which is where he made his way towards.
"Good morning Narcissa" greeted Harry with a healthy smack on her ass as she cooked breakfast, his naked form no longer drawing a dramatic reaction out of her after spending a whole summer with him.
"Good morning Harry" droned on Narcissa, her eyes washing over his form as a lightly rosy blush filled her cheeks.
"How are we doing today" said Harry as he walked over to the table in the corner, a plate set for him on the table as Narcissa worked on eggs and bacon on the stove.
The whole point of her hiding out in here was to avoid detection, so that meant that magic for the most part was out of the question, thus her muggle approach to breakfast.
"I'm well" Narcissa started "It feels so weird to be this close to my son and not be able to reach out to him"
Harry rolled his eyes and stood up, walking up behind her and wrapped her up in a tight hug with his hands around her stomach, a hug that saw his member rubbing between her ass cheeks.
"I think I like you being so close yet far from him" whispered Harry in her ear "Imagine his surprise if he learns that his dear little helpless mother is living with his sworn enemy"
But this time, Harry's breath on her neck was making her shiver and his hands had slipped up from her midriff to cup her bust firmly as he planted a kiss on her neck.
"I think that I would much rather tell him that I bent his mother over and had my way with her until the sun rose" hissed Harry as his magic cooled the stove top and banished the eggs onto the plate on the table that he had been seated at.
Narcissa sad nothing as Harry hiked up the back of her nightgown and tsk'd "No panties Narcissa? It was like you planned on making a move on me."
She shivered as He pushed her face against the cold stovetop and he said "Or maybe you were hoping that I would bend you over like the slut you are and have my way with you before the day even began, you filthy whore"
Narcissa moaned as she rubbed her nude rear against his exposed manhood and Harry took pity on her and lined himself up before pushing forward with force.
Narcissa gasped in pleasure as she felt a man inside of her for the first time since the terrible day in her own home and if she was being honest, this was the first real man she had ever been with.
Harry pulled back before slamming back in until his hips were bouncing off of her pump ass cheeks.
"Go on, tell me how much you love me" he hissed as he grabbed onto her hair and tugged on the black and blonde locks from the former Malfoy.
Narcissa opened her mouth but nothing came out and Harry growled in displeasure.
"I guess you don't find my touch to be pleasurable enough for you to voice your pleasure" whispered Harry before his magic flared and Narcissa looked around confused as to what he did.
It became clear a moment later when Harry began to saw in and out of her once more, her pleasure building inside of her until it suddenly hit a wall.
Narcissa pushed back against Harry, trying to get over this hitch in her climb to an orgasm.
But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't feel the tsunami of pleasure that she was seeking.
She opened her mouth to say something when a vibrating feeling crawled all over her body as Harry started to jack hammer into her, her mouth opened in a cry of pleasure that her brain couldn't process as she spasmed in climax.
Harry pulled out of her and she slumped down off the stovetop to the ground and Harry tugged on her hair and she turned around just in time for a sea of white to explode onto her face.
Harry released her hair and said "I've got to get going but I'll visit again soon."
He was gone before Narcissa could gather her wits, her face stained with his seed, even as some of it dripped onto her nightgown.
Harry climbed out of his trunk, switching latches and grabbing his school robes before making his way to the showers, the day already off to a great start in his opinion.
So, freshly showered, dressed, and hungry, Harry made his way to the Great Hall to grab some breakfast. The breakfast that he denied himself when he got sidetracked with Narcissa's morning cardio session.
He ran into Ron and Hermione on the way and decided that he would accompany them.
They had reached the foot of the marble staircase. A line of fourth year Ravenclaws was crossing the entrance hall; they caught sight of Harry and hurried to form a tighter group, as though frightened he might attack stragglers.
"Ah nothing like seeing the pathetic sheep of Hogwarts this early in the morning" said Harry sarcastically.
"You literally died at the end of last year and then seemingly came back to lie and murdered a death eater in cold blood, Harry. They don't know what to make of you, Harry, and given how weird things are, how could they?" reasoned Hermione
"Hermione, nobody cares about your logical and reasonable answer" retorted Harry.
They followed the Ravenclaws into the Great Hall, looking in- stinctively at the staff table as they entered. Professor Grubbly-Plank was chatting to Professor Sinistra, the Astronomy teacher, something that even Ron noticed
"Dumbledore didn't even mention how long that Grubbly-Plank woman's staying," he said, as they made their way across to the Gryffindor table.
"Maybe . . ." said Hermione thoughtfully "Well . . . maybe he didn't want to draw attention to Hagrid not being here."
"What d'you mean, draw attention to it?" said Ron, half laughing. "How could we not notice, the man is like 9 feet tall with a beard the size of a dog"
Before Hermione could reply, they were approached by a tall black girl with long, braided hair had marched up to Harry.
"Hi," Angelina said briskly, "good summer?"
She didn't even wait for an answer, "Listen, I've been made Gryffindor Quidditch Captain."
"Ok and what does that have to do with me?" asked Harry thoroughly confused as to why this person was talking to him
She looked at him like he had slapped her with all of his might "Maybe because you're the Seeker and my second in command"
Harry made a 'hmm' face before he looked her in the eye and said "Hard pass, I quit"
"YOU WHAT!" screamed Angelina "YOU CAN'T QUIT!"
"It looks like I just did" said Harry as he turned away from the angry Quidditch captain and to the breakfast appearing on the table in front of him
"We need you Harry" said a steamy Angelina
Harry turned and looked at her, his eyes giving her body the once over and he said "Maybe you and I can talk about it privately"
His tone was heavily suggestive and the wink he threw in at the end made Angelina blush before she glared at him and stormed off.
Ron looked at Harry with concern "Um, I thought you loved Quidditch mate?"
"I dunno know Ron, maybe I should focus on the terrorist who wants to take over the country more than the flying broom game. Ya know, the entire reason that you guys ripped me from my world" retorted Harry as he loaded his plate up with toast before summoning jam from across the table
Ron turned a bright red as he was reminded that this was not his Harry once again.
He was saved having to respond by the arrival of the morning owls, the flying messengers flying around the hall, searching for their owners or the person they had to deliver too.
Hermione got a newspaper and began to read as McGonagall started to move up and down the table handing out schedules.
"Look at today!" groaned Ron as he was handed his schedule. "History of Magic, double Potions, Divination, and double Defense Against the Dark Arts. Bloody hell, Binns, Snape, Trelawney, and that Umbridge woman all in one day! I wish Fred and George'd hurry up and get those Skiving Snackboxes sorted."
"Do mine ears deceive me?" said Fred, arriving with George and squeezing onto the bench beside Harry. "Hogwarts prefects surely don't wish to skive off lessons?"
"Look what we've got today," said Ron grumpily, shoving his schedule under Fred's nose. "That's the worst Monday I've ever seen."
Fred chuckled and slipped Ron some kind of square with a wink but Harry choose to not comment on it, it was none of his business.
Harry tuned out the conversation as he went over his own schedule, he had quite a bit of free time, seeing as he had dropped Divination and he would not be attending History of Magic.
Both were a waste of his time, while Potions would be fun to fuck with Snape and he had to go to DADA, he needed to ensure that Umbridge was as useless as she had been in his world or he couldn't create an underground dueling club.
Whatever he had missed in the conversation had resulted in Hermione asking how Fred and George got the money for their joke shop.
"You know, I've been wondering about that," said Ron, his brow furrowed. "They bought me a new set of dress robes this summer as well as all new books and supplies"
"I gave them the money" added Harry in a bored tone
Both Hermione and Ron's eyes snapped to him and they both asked "What?"
Harry yawned "I had money that I wasn't spending, they needed some money and I offered to invest in their shop for a third partnership"
"But why?" asked Hermione
"Why not?" countered Harry "They're brilliant in ways that you can't see Hermione. Sure they both got 3 OWLs each, but they both got 3 different OWLs from each other. That means that they will get 6 NEWTs between the two of them and 6 of those will get you basically any job you want. But since they are basically two sides of the same coin and basically the same person, they can split up the work load and study specific things rather than try and master all topics"
Hermione just open and closed her mouth as she was unable to give a response that she felt would be a good enough retort to what Harry had said
"How come I didn't get any money?" sulked Ron
"You never asked" said Harry with a chuckle before he stood up and made his way back to the common room where he enjoyed a nice hour long nap as Ron and Hermione suffered through History of Magic.
He rejoined them as they made their way to the dungeons to have what would probably be their best potions lesson ever.
Harry walked in behind them and broke apart to sit with Neville instead of the hissing duo that were Hermione and Ron.
"Um Harry, you're in the splash zone" warned Neville but Harry just dismissed him as he slide into the seat next to the nervous boy.
"Settle down," said Snape coldly, shutting the door behind him as he entered the room. There was no real need for the call to order as half of the class was terrified of the potion's master and the other half lived to kiss his ass.
"Before we begin today's lesson," said Snape, sweeping over to his desk and staring around at them all, "I think it appropriate to remind you that next June you will be sitting an important examination, during which you will prove how much you have learned about the composition and use of magical potions. Moronic though some of this class undoubtedly are, I expect you to scrape an 'Acceptable' in your O.W.L., or suffer my . . . displeasure."
Harry followed his gaze to Neville before glaring at Snape with such venom that Snape flinched and averted his eyes.
Harry ignored the rest of Snape's "Yall ain't shit" speech and started listing the ingredients that he and Neville would need.
The Draught of Peace was a difficult brew, it had to be precise in just about every aspect and at the end was supposed to be giving off a silvery vapor.
Harry's potion was a bit more gray than silver, while Neville had a deep gray coming out of his.
Snape turned his hooked nose down at Neville's cauldron and said "Mr. Longbottom, what is this mess that you have brewed in my class today"
Neville shrunk under the nasty words from the potion master and Harry grit his teeth in anger.
"Can you not read Mr. Longbottom?" spat Snape at Neville, his normal attitude being passed from Harry onto a weaker Neville
"Can't you Snape" retorted Harry "Keep on talking to my friends like that and you'll end up like your friends did on the cover of the Daily Prophet"
Snape's eyes locked onto Harry's and Harry bounced him right out of his mind while blasting the message of "Give me a reason" into Snape's mind.
"Longbottom, Potter, GET OUT!" hissed Snape
Harry didn't need to be told twice as he flicked his wand and vanished the contents of his cauldron as well as Neville's.
He grabbed his bookbag and he waited for Neville as the two of them marched out of the class together. But not before giving the snarling Draco a wink and a blowing him a kiss, further enraging him.
They had barely made it around the corner when Neville gulped and said "You shouldn't have done that Harry. At least not for me, I'm not worth it"
Harry wanted to murder Snape, Dumbledore, Neville's grandmother, and Bellatrix for the sorry sap that walked next to him after hearing Neville say that. This kid was so broken and unsure of himself that he didn't even think that people should stand up for him.
"No Neville, I'm sorry that I didn't say something like that sooner, I should have stood up for you years ago" Harry replied, his disgust in this world's Harry growing.
"Thanks" said Neville in such a low volume, Harry wasn't even sure that he actually said it.
The two of them walked to the Great Hall and got a slightly early start on lunch, as in they already had filled their plates when Hermione and Ron joined them, although Neville went down to the end of the table when they arrived.
"You shouldn't have said that Harry, Professor Snape is still a professor here and I don't know what kind deal you have with him and Dumbledore, but you can't just disrespect him like that" said Hermione
Harry shook his head and said "Hermione, he's lucky I didn't kill him on the spot for the way he was talking. Snape and I have a history that is undeniable, he told Voldemort about the prophecy that made Voldemort target Neville's and my own family."
Hermione gasped and Ron pushed away his plate as he looked up at the teacher's table in disgust.
"I thought he was a spy in the first war" said Hermione
"Yes a spy as in once Voldemort told him that he was going to kill my parents and I, he made voldemort promise to spare my mum because he wanted to bang her" retorted Harry "He only joined Dumbledore's side at the very end of the war when he wasn't sure that Voldemort would spare my mum."
"Merlin's saggy balls" muttered Ron "He's a two faced prick"
And for once, Hermione didn't bother to correct his language.
The rest of lunch passed in silence as Harry let the two sidekicks from this world chew on the information that he gave them.
After lunch, they parted ways again, Ron off to Divination, Hermione off to whatever class she had, and Harry to the common room for another nap, as after this free period, he would have to deal with Umbridge and that would require all the energy in the world.
As he was making his way up the stairs, he heard a female voice call his name, one that he couldn't quite place.
He turned his attention from the staircase that broke off and left him with no choice but wheel around and face whatever menance that approached him.
So, when he came face to face with not a rabid fan girl or an death eater in training, but the Asian beauty that was Cho Chang, his entire mindset changed.
"Hello Cho" greet Harry in a tone that was opposite his mood just seconds ago "How is a lovely young lady such as yourself doing on a day almost as lovely as yourself"
Cho blushed heavily, not expecting Harry to flirt with her.
"You know, fine" she muttered as she got closer to Harry.
Harry's eyes gave her the once over and he said "Fine indeed"
She blushed again and her eyes couldn't meet his as he walked down the stairs to meet her halfway.
"Are you free? I have like an hour before my next class" she shyly said
"I have a free period right now as well, why don't you come take a walk with me" said Harry as he offered her his arm, which after a slight hesitation, she linked arms with the raven haired Gryffindor and the two of them walked down the stairs and back towards the entrance hall, heading outside into the warm 18 almost 19 degree weather.
"So, why did you want to talk to me?" asked Harry as he directed them towards the Quidditch pitch
"I kind of wanted to talk about what happened at the end of last school year" answered Cho
"You want to know what went down in the maze?" guessed Harry
Cho nodded "Unless you don't want to talk about it"
"No it's fine" said Harry "I believe that you and Cedric were close"
Cho didn't say anything but her silence was more of an answer than any amount of her words could be.
Harry led them to the Quidditch stands and the two of them sat in a blind spot, avoiding any prying eyes on the two of them.
They sat down, closer than two people normally would, but neither of them made to move away.
"The maze was a trial, the best person would reach the center first. Cedric was going to be devoured by a Dementor, I saved him with my Patronus charm. My ankle was already busted by that point, so I tried to tell him to go on without me. But he insisted that he didn't want to win when he wouldn't even be alive without me. So, with me on a bum ankle using his for support, the plan was that the two of us grab the cup at the same time and win it for Hogwarts.
A simple yet beautiful in theory plan, but the cup was a portkey that took us away from Hogwarts and to that graveyard. The first thing I remember happening was someone demanded that the spare be killed and before I could do anything, he was hit by that unblockable green curse." said Harry, his answer mixed on what happened his in his world as well as his knowledge of this world.
Cho had tears welled up in her eyes and she leaned into Harry who pulled her into a comforting hug.
It lasted a handful of seconds before she pulled back and wiped her eyes, looking Harry in his green eyes.
"But what about you?" she asked "We all saw your severed head"
Harry put on a fake light hearted smile and said "I had unfinished business to attend to here. I couldn't die just yet"
Cho nodded understandingly "You have to finish off You Know Who"
Harry shook his head and said "No, he's not as important as what I came back for"
Cho looked confused and Harry leaned to her ear and whispered "I had this crush on this beautiful quidditch player, we actually play the same position"
Cho's eyes widen before she tried to make joke "Draco will be pleased to hear that"
Harry smiled brightly, a perfectly crafted smile that made Cho avoid eye contact.
"He's not my type, I prefer brunettes" joked back Harry as he pulled back and used his hand to brush some imaginary hair out of Cho's face.
His hand cupped her left cheek, his touch so soft and faint, she wouldn't believe he was touching her if she couldn't see his hand.
Harry didn't say anything else as he leaned in and planted a soft tender kiss on her lips, freezing the Ravenclaw beauty in place.
He pulled back before the kiss was even 3 seconds old and said "I know that you feel this is betraying his legacy, but us being alive is the biggest respect to his legacy that there is."
Harry was sure to avoid saying his name, no point in ruining the moment before he pulled her into another soft hug.
"I know you're not ready, but when you are, I will be" he whispered in her ear before breaking the hug and planted another kiss on her.
This was much more heated and she moaned as his hands caressed her back and he used that moment to slip his tongue into her mouth. His tongue simply swirled lazily in her mouth twice before he pulled back.
"See you around" said Harry as he pecked her on the cheek before getting up and leaving the poor dazed girl behind.