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A Simple Change of Mind - Chapter 13
🕑 Added 2023-12-24 20:42:14 +0000 UTCMerry Christmas, everyone! I hope this holiday is amazing for you and that everyone's wishes come true.
For me, this Christmas has been a busy one but filled with a lot of fun with my family, and much of it is because of your love and support. I can't stop mentioning how much I appreciate it.
As promised, here is the fresh chapter, which is a very pivotal point of this story, as from now on it will start to become more adventurous and filled with action and, of course, hot, steamy smut.
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On the edge of a small town by the name of Little Hangleton, there was a dark mansion.
The mansion was a long-abandoned structure with long weeds all around it, and there was eerily silence surrounding it.
No one dared come near the supposed haunted mansion, which used to be the home of an aristocratic family decades ago. Until one day, when all the members of the family died a mystery death.
The name of the family was Riddle, and the mansion was Riddle Mansion.
But if someone did dare to come closer to the house, they would have noticed a light in the upper room of the supposedly abandoned mansion.
And in that room, there was a fireplace burning with a tattered couch in front of it.
On that couch was a small bundle of a horrible-looking thing covered in a piece of cloth.
Which was none other than the Voldemort soul in the body of a baby.
There was also a huge snake that was draped all over the couch, shielding the creature from any harm like a servant protecting his master.
In the silence of the room, there were only two voices: one of the heavy, hoarse breathing of the creature and the second of rat-like noises from a rat-like-looking man.
And that man was none other than Peter Pettigrew, the real betrayer of James and Lily Potter.
The red, scary eyes of the baby Voldemort were on the wood burning in the fireplace, but his attention was on the man bowing on his knees on the side of the couch.
“Tell me what you have to report, Barty,” Voldemort ordered his kneeling servant.
“Our plan has been successful, my Lord,” the man named Barty Jr. replied. "I have fooled everyone, and no one has any idea that I am a fake moody, not even the great Dumbledore.”
"Good,” the baby Voldemort said in his raspy voice. “So tell me, what have you found in the first couple of months of your mission?”
“I have found many things, master; first, Dumbledore has become older, and he is no longer a challenge to you,” Barty said gleefully, in an attempt to boost his master’s ego.
“Tell me something I don’t know, Barty." Voldemort hissed, his eyes glaring.
“I am sorry, master." Barty bowed.
Voldemort gave a dismissive grunt to order his minion to continue his report.
“What I have found in my time teaching there is that Slytherin House is not what it used to be.” Barty said, with great shame.
“What do you mean?” Voldemort asked intriguingly.
“Its not like it used to be master when it was filled with pureblood who were the best and superior of other half-blood and mudbloods,” Barty spat the name with disgust.
“Now it is filled with weak and arrogant heirs and heiresses of old family houses who don’t deserve to be in the prestigious house of the great Salazar.” Barty continued with a voice that showed how disappointed it was.
"Except for some upper-year students and the Greengrass heiress, the rest of the house is filled with weaklings who are nothing like their parents, especially Draco Malfoy.” Barty finished by saying the name of the ferret in utter disgust.
“Lucius’s heir?” Voldemort asked, trying to remember the blonde twig he also reached when he was in the body of Quirrel.
"Yes, master, the very same." Barty nodded. “That boy is the biggest loser I have ever seen. If we thought Lucius was a disgrace to the name of Malfoy, he is even a bigger disgrace. I don’t even know how he is in Slytherin rather than Gryffindor." Barty finished shaking his head.
Voldemort snorted, which sounded very comical coming from the body of a baby. “What could we expect more from a spawn of Lucius?"
Barty snickered at his master comment, but then felt silent when Nagini glared at him.
“I also learned much about Potter, master,” he said, avoiding the snake.
“Now you talk about what actually matters,” Voldemort croaked. "Tell me how is our precious Boy-who-lived."
“We were very wrong about him,” Barty said hesitantly, afraid of his master's reaction.
“How so?” Voldemort hissed, feeling angry at being told he was wrong.
“I know you told me he was mediocre at best and nothing special,” Barty began warily, afraid of his master's rage, “but what I found was something very different.”
“That boy is powerful, my Lord. He is the perfect student; smart, intelligent, and confident, and he carries himself with such power that it is hard not to feel intimidated by him,” Barty said in an almost respectful tone about his master’s enemy.
“After seeing him in my class and him beating opponents three years older than him, I can confidently say he is the best and strongest student at Hogwarts.” Barty finished his analysis of the fourth-year Gryffindor.
Voldemort was silent for a few seconds as he let the new information about his eternal rival set in.
He then surprised his servants by chuckling, which was very horrible since it sounded like a frog croaking with a sour throat.
“It seems there is some truth in the prophecy.” He said it out loud, thinking how similar Potter sounded to him when he was in Hogwarts.
“What prophecy, master?” Barty frowned.
“That’s none of your business." Voldemort hissed, his red eyes flaring, and Nagini hissed with him as well.
“I’m sorry, master." Barty bowed deeply, touching the ground, shivering in fear of his master's angry aura.
Voldemort stopped flaring his power and calmed down, then asked, “So you believe we don’t need to cheat Potter's name into the Tri-Wizard Tournament?”
Barty nodded eagerly. "Yes, master, I truly believe that Potter is the best candidate for Hogwarts by some margin; there is no way he won’t be chosen,” he said confidently.
“But for that to happen, do you have absolute certainty that he will put his name?” Voldemort pressed his follower.
“I do, because the Harry Potter I have seen is someone who is hungry to beat others and prove he is the best,” Barty answered without backing down.
"Good,” Voldemort said, and then grunted, “now get out; your report was much appreciated, and always keep your guard up. Just because Dumbledore hasn’t caught you yet doesn’t mean that old men wouldn't; he may not be as powerful as he once was, but he is still very smart.”
After nodding in agreement with his master's instructions, Barty moved to kiss his feet, but Nagini, who hissed and exposed her poisonous fangs, stopped him.
He then stumbled back in fear and quickly disappeared from the room, far away from the dangerous pet of his master.
Voldemort rubbed his snake head, calming her down. "Wormtail,” he then called his snivelling servant.
“Y-Yes M-Master?” Wormtail stuttered, having been silently hiding in the corner all this time.
“Bring some food for Nagini; she is hungry." Voldemort ordered the rat.
"O-Of course Master a-at once” Wormtail nodded and then simpered away to find some dead rat.
How ironic.
“Time for our meeting is getting closer, Harry Potter,” Voldemort whispered, petting Nagini. “Soon you and I will be face-to-face again, but this time I will be whole and you will be dead at my feet.” His evil laugh filled the empty room.
-
In the land far away in Scotland, Hogwarts, a half-awake, yawning Harry Potter was on his way to the great hall.
It was the day after the try-outs of the dueling competition, and now all the adrenaline of yesterday and the last night was wearing off, and he could feel how tired his body was.
Although the main factor in the tiredness was definitely the night he just had with Daphne, Both of them had the steamiest shag of their lives, and Harry, even though his body was killing him, didn’t regret the night a little bit.
Just thinking about it made his dick harden, and he tried to not imagine how tempting Daphne's body was early this morning when she left for her dorm so that no one could catch that she was not there.
Stretching his arms, he reached the great hall, which was filled with the students enjoying their breakfast.
Looking for his friends, he found the trio of Hermione, Susan, and Padma sitting on his own house table and trolled over to them.
He then plumbed down on the open space beside Hermione and tiredly greeted his friends, “Good morning.”
“Good morning, Harry,” they all greeted back with a bright smile.
Harry smiled tiredly and then began filling his plate, feeling extra hungry today after how much energy last night's shagging took from him.
"Harry,” Susan called, and he looked up at her. “I also took part in the dueling yesterday, so why do you look half dead?”
Harry chewed his bacon and then answered, “Because unlike you, I had a late, intense night.”
“What intense thing did you do?" Susan asked, with Hermione and Padma interested as well.
Harry opened his mouth to answer, but he saw something in the corner of his eyes that he knew would answer their query without him doing it.
A very glowing Daphne Greengrass just entered the great hall and was walking towards them with a limp in her steps. But there was no discomfort on her face; instead, shockingly for everyone, there was a wide smile on the face of the Ice Queen of Hogwarts.
Hermione Susan Padma stared at their glowing friends with confusion and then was surprised when she sat down right beside Harry, almost on his lap, and kissed him right in front of all the students.
There was a pin-drop silence in the hall as everyone watched the Slytherin princess kiss the Gryffindor golden boy in their very eyes.
“Good morning, Harry,” Daphne beamed at him, pulling back and getting a smile back from him.
She then finally noticed her friends and smiled at them as well. “Good morning, girls.”
Harry chuckled, shook his head, and went back to his breakfast, ignoring his friends stunned faces and the many glares from the male population of Hogwarts.
He could see why every boy would envy him for having not one but three of the hottest girls in the school now.
Hermione was the first one who connected the dots and realised why her Slytherin friend looked so radiant this morning.
She just smiled and winked at Daphne. “You look like you had a good night, Daphne?” She asked teasingly.
“I did." The blonde nodded, smiling. “I had a very great night; I could still feel how fulfilling it was,” she added, smirking.
Harry almost choked on his food hearing the double innuendo, but Daphne thankfully saved him by gently rubbing his back as if he just didn’t almost die because of her.
Hermione, too, snorted and went back to her breakfast, planning how she could get in bed with her and Harry so that she could see him fuck the pureblood princess.
She could already feel her knickers getting wet from her imagination.
Unlike her, though, their other two friends had different reactions.
Susan, who had also finally come to the right conclusion, narrowed her eyes at the grinning blonde while her knuckles tightened on the fork in her hand.
She was furious that even though she was the one who got to Harry first, it was still Daphne who lost her virginity to Harry before her.
Padma, on the other hand, had a depressed face when she realised she was the only one left among the three who were fighting for Harry.
But in the next moment, her face became determined as she made her mission to finally get him and make him see how much she loved him.
Fortunately, the two jealous friends didn’t say anything, and the group of friends calmly finished their breakfast.
Although Susan and Padma kept glaring at Daphne, who was being very lovey-dovey with Harry, which was so unlike the normally emotionless girl.
The delivery owl's fluttering wings that swooped down from the ceiling and dropped the parcels to their owner broke their peaceful silence.
Harry, who was not even looking up as he wasn’t expecting anything, was left surprised when a beautiful-looking raven landed in front of him with a letter tied to his leg.
“Is that for me?” He asked the raven, who looked back at him as if he were dumb.
Ignoring the snickering of his friends, Harry untied the letter, all the while grumbling about ‘over smart birds’.
The raven then stayed where he was and looked at him with a face that screamed where his reward was.
Harry, being petty, ignored the arrogant bird, but a soft-looking hand gave a piece of bacon from his plate to the waiting bird, who hungrily accepted it.
Harry turned to his left and stared at Daphne with a betrayed face. “Why did you do that?” He whined.
“Because you were being ungrateful to the poor bird,” Daphne replied with a raised eyebrow.
Harry huffed. “That bird looked at me like I was an idiot,” he grumbled, crossing his arms.
"Well,” Daphne tilted her head and smirked, “you did ask a very idiotic question.”
Harry's face turned red in embarrassment as Hermione Susan and Padma softly laughed at him all the while the raven was calmly eating the bacon.
Ignoring them, he looked at the plain piece of paper in his hand until he finally realised what it was.
Taking his finger in his mouth, he bit it lightly, making it bleed and freaking out the girls who were watching him.
He then dropped one drop of his blood on the paper and whispered, “I solemnly swear I am up to no good.”
Under the expectant eyes of his and the surprising eyes of the girls, the blank piece of paper became a long letter.
“Blood magic,” Hermione whispered with wide eyes to Susan and Padma, who were as surprised as her to see such a rare area of magic.
Harry looked at his bleeding finger and was about to take out his wand, but was surprised when Daphne softly took his finger and, with a quick spell, healed it perfectly.
“Thank you.” Harry smiled softly at her.
“You’re welcome” Daphne smiled back and then nodded towards the letter: “Who is it from? Using blood magic is rare and something only done by old families.”
Harry wasn’t surprised to see how easily she deduced that it would be someone from an older family, but he didn’t know if he could tell her and his other friends except Hermione.
Because she was the only one who knew the sender of this letter.
“It’s from snuffles,” he said cryptically, and the girls frowned in confusion, other than Hermione, whose eyes widen.
“Snuffles?” Padma asked.
“It’s a secret for Harry to tell,” Hermione answered for him.
"But Harry, why is Snuffle sending you a letter instead of using the mirror?" she asked, feeling confused.
"You might not know this, but for the last month, they have been somewhere they cannot use the mirror, which is why this is the first time I am getting any message from them in some time," Harry explained to her.
Daphne, seeing the two Gryffindor conversations, thought Harry didn’t want to share with them. She looked at him and said, “If you don’t want to tell us, then it’s fi-“
"No, it’s not that, Daphne." Harry cut her off, shaking his head. “I will tell you, but when only five of us are in the room, I don’t want anyone else to hear it.”
The girls smiled at him, happy that he was ready to share his secret with them.
"That's alright, Harry, but you should read that letter right now,” Susan said, reminding him of the open letter.
Harry nodded his thanks and then, opening the letter, began reading it.
As he already knew, it was from Sirius, which he should have known from the raven itself.
The letter was filled with first Sirius asking how he was and other things, and then it was filled with how Sirius was and the things he had been doing.
Some of them, like what he had been doing with Alexandra Harry, would have preferred not to read it, but he was still happy to read the letter from his godfather.
While he was reading, the girls were fondly looking at the gentle, soft smile on his face as he read the letter, enjoying how happy he looked.
When he got to the end, his smile widened, and there was a clear excitement on his face.
Which the girls noticed as well.
"Harry, what happened?” Hermione asked her boyfriend.
“Snuffle is coming to meet me this Hogsmeade weekend.” Harry said, excitedly.
Hermione joined him in his happiness but then frowned. “But Harry, how and what if he got caught?” She whispered quietly.
“Don’t worry, he said he has a plane, and I know you may not trust him, but trust me, he is not as reckless as he used to be,” Harry assured her, which Hermione did, albeit hesitantly.
The rest of their friends were confused, as they had no idea what they were talking about, but they knew once Harry told them the secret, they would understand it.
"Well, I don’t know who this snuffle is, Harry, but they seemed very close to you, so I am happy that you are going to meet them." Daphne smiled softly, rubbing his arm.
Susan and Padma, not wanting to be left behind, said at the same time, "We are happy for you as well, Harry.”
“Thank you, girls,” Harry chuckled, shaking his head at their antics.
He then folded the letter and securely put it in his robe pocket, which was warded with everything that could protect it from theft.
He then finished his breakfast, chatting with his friends, but all the time his head was set on the weekend to come.
-
It was finally the weekend, and Harry was in the Hogsmeade among the bustling crowd of excited students on the streets.
There were students from third grade and up running around and entering the shops that were filled with stocks for this day.
But for Harry, the focus was not on what he wanted to shop for but instead on meeting Sirius after three months since his vacation ended.
With him were all his girls, who were amused and happy to see how excited Harry was.
On the night of the Sirius letter, Harry brought the girls to the room of requirements, where he finally told them about the truth about Sirius Black.
He told them everything they needed to know, starting with how his godfather was innocent and didn’t betray his parents to Voldemort.
He then told them about what happened at the end of the previous year and why Sirius was still on the run and hiding.
And then he finished telling them how Sirius took him to Bulgaria this summer for a vacation, how much fun he had, and how it changed him.
All three girls realised how wrong the Wizarding World was about the innocent man. They also noticed how much Harry loved Sirius, and it was not difficult for them to accept what he told them and support him.
Now here they were with him in the Hogsmeade, and even though all of them wanted to spend time with the man they loved, they all knew how much Harry wanted to meet his godfather.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come with me? Sirius won’t mind,” Harry said to his girls, except Hermione, who was coming with him.
He then thought about something and snorted, “In fact, I know he would love to see you there and tease me about it,” he added, with an image of Sirius in his mind crying and telling him how proud he was of him for bagging such hot girls.
“We already told you, Harry, that this moment is between you and your godfather; we don’t want to come in between that,” Daphne told him, with Susan and Padma nodding and agreeing with her.
"Alright, fine.” Harry sighed and dramatically rolled his eyes. “And you say I am the stubborn one?”
The girls giggled at his antics, and their eyes widened when Harry leaned in and kissed them one by one.
He first pulled Daphne by her thin waist and kissed her deeply, swallowing the moan of the surprised but happy girl.
He pulled away, nibbling on her lower lips, and then moved to Susan, who was ready for him, and grabbed his face to kiss him, hungrily swapping her tongue with his.
Harry had to pull away from the busty, red-haired girl, and then his eyes went to the hopeful Padma, who had been staring at him kissing her friend in public.
Smirking Harry grabbed her chin and, bending down, kissed her juicy lips softly, taking his time and letting the stunned girl enjoy her first kiss.
He then slowly pulled away, staring at her shocked and happy eyes of bright red Padma, and after winking at her, he grabbed the silently giggling Hermione and went to the place Sirius told them to meet him.
He left behind the bright-faced Ravenclaw, who was touching her lips, reimagining the kiss again and again in her mind.
Daphne and Susan looked at each other and snickered. Seeing their friends stunned faces and hooking their arms around her elbow, they dragged the poor girl for some shopping.
After all, only a good old big shopping trip could shift a girl's mind away from the first kiss of her life.
On the edge of the village, far away from the shops of Hogsmeade, there was a big hill, and behind that hill was a cave.
And that was exactly where Harry and Hermione were, standing outside of the cave that Sirius had told him to come to.
“Are you sure that this is the place, Harry? It just looks like a cave for some wild animal to me." Hermione asked, looking around the dark cave uncertainly.
"Yes, I am." Harry nodded confidently. “Close your eyes and feel the magic around you."
Hermione stared at him with furrowed eyes, but then, seeing the confidence on his face, she sighed and closed her eyes.
She stood still for a few seconds, feeling nothing, but then she gasped when a gentle breeze of magical wind went through her, making her shiver.
“There is a Ward here,” she breathed, opening his eyes and touching the invisible Ward that surrounded the cave.
"Exactly.” Harry smiled.
“But how did you know it so easily?” Hermione asked him.
Harry smirked, “Because it’s a Black family ward.” He waved his hand, and suddenly the ward became visible and rippled with every touch of his fingers.
Hermione watched in awe and disbelief as Harry manoeuvred the ward as if he were the one who created it.
“This ward is a special one that makes this cave invisible and makes the people forget who knew about this being here so that everyone will ignore it." He then noticed Hermione opening her mouth to ask a question he already knew.
“And you only saw this cave because you were hand in hand with me,” he answered her unspoken question, making her mouth shut.
“But how did you know it was here if Sirius put this ward?" Harry was not surprised to see her have another query ready for him.
In answer to her, he didn’t even say anything and just raised the middle finger of his right hand where the Black family heir ring was.
Hermione stared at the ring and shook her head, feeling dumb about not knowing this already.
Harry then grabbed her hand, and with him, she easily bypassed the ward without getting hurt.
Once they were in the cave, they found it was completely dark, forcing them to light their wand with a 'lumus'
Hermione looked around the scary, silent, dark cave in fear, whereas Harry sighed and pinched his nose.
"Sirius, come out already; I know you are here,” he said loudly in frustration at his godfather acting like a child at his age.
There were muttering curses from the corner of the cave, and suddenly a tall, thin man appeared out of the darkness.
Hermione almost screamed and jumped back in fear if she hadn’t looked at the face of the man she had helped Harry escape some months ago.
Looking closely, she was surprised and happy to see him looking healthy and fit, as she remembered the same man looking very thin and dirty the last time she saw him.
“How did you know I was hiding?” Sirius whined like a child.
“I smell the stretch of you from outside the cave. You stinky mutt,” Harry deadpanned, crossing his arms.
The godfather and godson duo started staring at each other without speaking, and Hermione bounced her eyes between them in confusion, not understanding what was happening.
And just when she was going to break the silence, both of the men burst out laughing and pulled each other into a tight hug.
“I have missed you,” Harry said, emotionally holding his father figure tightly.
“I have missed you too, pup,” Sirius whispered, patting his back. He suddenly realised that his godson was even taller than him.
He pulled back and looked at the boy he considered his son from head to toe. “It’s been a long month without seeing your face or talking with you through the mirror.”
“And why is that?” Harry asked, frowning, “Where have you been this last month that has stopped you from even using the mirror?”
Sirius smiled and squeezed Harry’s shoulder, “because I was looking for our dear friend.”
“Who?” Harry asked in confusion.
Sirius, instead of answering, turned towards the corner of the cave and whistled in a signal.
And, interestingly, a thin, haggard-looking man emerged from the shadows.
Hermione gasped, and Harry’s eyes hardened as they saw their previous year's DADA teacher, Remus Lupin.
"Professor,” Hermione said in shock, seeing the best defence professor they had.
“I am not your professor anymore, Ms. Granger." Remus smiled at the girl, who was one of his best students.
He then looked at who was the best student and was a bit taken back by seeing the emotionless, hard face of Harry.
"Harry,” he said hesitantly.
"Remus,” Harry replied tensely.
“I guess you are not happy to see me?” Remus smiled, trying to lighten Harry's face, but it remained stoic.
“Why would you think so?” The sarcasm dropped from every word of Harry: “Let’s see, shall I be happy to see a man who I just found out last year that he was my parent’s friend and alive?"
“And that same man who never ever came to look for his best friend’s orphan son when he desperately needed someone in his life.” Harry snapped.
“Harry-“ Remus tried to say something, but Harry stopped with a raised hand, shutting him up.
“The thing is, Remus, I had forgiven you about that and held no ill will towards you, but then again, after the end of last term, you just vanished,” Harry exclaimed, spreading his arms. “No visit, no letter, not even on my birthday; you never even tried once to contact me and ask me how I was during the whole summer, and now you come here, show me your face, and ask me why I am not happy with you?!”
By the time Harry was finished, his breathing was heavy as he stared down at the ashamed man whose head was down, avoiding his glowing emerald eyes.
Hermione looked at Sirius to ask what they should do, but the older man shook his head. It was not their place to say anything; it was between Harry and Remus.
“You’re right, Harry, and I am sorry-“
“How many times are you going to apologise? I don’t need your sorry, Remus,” Harry said, cutting him off.
“I understand.” Remus nodded, staring at him with his begging eyes. “I know I have not been the best friend to James and Lily, but I promise you, from now on, I will always be closer to you and in your life.”
“All I want is for you to not ignore me, Remus." Harry sighed, feeling tired and hurt, yelling at someone who was so close to his parents. “I am not a child who needs you to learn how to walk; I just need the people who were friends of my parents closer to me.”
“And I promise you I will be." Remus told him passionately, with his hand on his heart, “I will be as close to you as I can and will never ignore you again.”
Harry stared into Remus's eyes, finding something, and when he did, he smiled and rushed to hug the werewolf.
Remus tightened his arms around the son of two people who were always there for him, and he promised himself that he would die for this boy.
A sniffling and sobbing sound were heard, and the hugging duo and Hermione looked at Sirius, who was crying his eyes out.
“That was... so... emotional,” the manchild said in between his snobs.
He looked up, wiping his wet eyes, and received three different reactions.
Hermione was looking at him with disgust at his crying and his runny nose. Harry had an unimpressed face, and Remus was just shaking his head.
“What? It was emotional!” Sirius exclaimed.
“When are you going to grow up, Sirius?” Harry asked, feeling pity for his clearly mentally ill godfather.
Remus and Hermione laughed, while Sirius huffed and crossed his arms petulantly.
After that, they lit a fire in the dark cave and sat around it, talking about the time they had missed.
“So what have you been doing this last month, Sirius?" Harry asked, chewing the piece of steak Sirius brought.
Sirius swallowed his piece and answered, "Well, first I did some cleaning of the old black house that I hate, but it changed nothing as the old house was too dirty and unkept by the stupid old elf who has done nothing for the last decade.”
“You mean, Kreacher?" Harry asked, and Sirius nodded. “I thought you told me he was dead.”
“I thought so too, or rather, I expected it, but it seems that he is too stubborn to die.” Sirius shook his head disappointingly.
Harry and Hermione laughed, and then Harry asked, “And after that, what were you doing?”
“After I finally accepted my defeat in cleaning the house, I went in search of this man,” Sirius replied, pointing to Remus, “and I found him deep in the mountains, where a werewolf conclave is.”
Hermione's eyes brightened seeing the new exciting knowledge, but before she could ask her previous professor about it, Harry looked at Remus curiously and asked, “Why were you there?”
Remus hesitated in answering, but a supporting nod from Sirius gave him confidence.
“It’s a place where all the werewolves who have no job live,” he began. "You could live your life in a shelter there, and this was where I spent the 16 years before I accepted the Dumbledore proposition last year.”
“Then why did you go back there?” Hermione asked.
"Hermione, every student found out that I am a werewolf, which means every parent as well, so I knew I had to go underground for a little while so that people could forget about it,” Remus explained, smiling sadly.
“And it’s all because of that greasy bat,” Harry hissed, his rage towards the potion professor increasing for one more reason.
Sirius usually would have joined him in bashing his old rival, but he knew it wasn’t the time, so instead he decided to change the subject.
“Enough about us, Harry." Sirius said, stealing Harry’s attention, “Tell us about what has been happening at the school in the last month."
His move worked, and Harry's anger turned to eagerness, and he began telling him about what had been happening.
Harry told Sirius and Remus what had happened in his new school year, starting with the Tri-Wizard tournament, which Sirius already knew about but Remus didn’t.
Who was shocked to learn that such a prestigious competition that had been banned for centuries was coming back.
Harry then told them about their new defence teacher, and Remus was surprised to find out that his position had been taken by the legendary Auror.
After that, there was a conversation on the topic of the three different tournaments that were going to take place this year.
Harry, smirking at Hermione, told them, "And Hermione here got selected for the final team of the quiz competition.”
“Congratulations Hermione!” Sirius exclaimed, smiling widely, “That’s amazing!”
“It really is Hermione, but I am not surprised at all; you are one of the brightest witches of your generation.” Remus congratulated and complimented her.
“Thank you,” a bright red Hermione whispered, feeling proud and shy from the compliments. Then, hearing a laugh, she glared at Harry, snickering.
“And what about you, Harry?” Sirius asked his godson.
"I got selected for the quidditch and dueling teams." Harry told them proudly, “I am also the captain of the Hogwarts Quidditch team.”
Sirius and Remus eyes widened, and then their faces broke into a large, proud smile.
“That bloody fucking amazing!” Sirius shouted gleefully. “You show those foreigners what we British have.”
Remus shook his head at his friend's flare for drama and smiled at Harry. “It really is very impressive, Harry, getting selected for two teams. I am sure your parents are very proud of you from up there.”
“Thank you,” Harry whispered, swallowing the lump in his throat as he thought about his parents and how proud they would be of him.
"Okay, let’s get emotional again,” Sirius said, breaking the emotional moment.
He then leaned forward, staring between Harry and Hermione, and smirked, “Tell me something that matters the most... How many of my secret places have you two used to shag?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows at the teens.
“Really Sirius?” Harry scowled, even though there was a light red hue on his cheeks.
Hermione, who was also blushing, saw her chance to get back at Harry for laughing at her earlier.
“Some of them,” she nodded boldly, shocking Harry to the delight of Sirius. “But Harry had not used these spots with me only,” she added, smirking.
“What do you mean?” Sirius asked eagerly.
And even though Harry was begging with his eyes to stop her, Hermione ignored him and answered.
“Your godson already had three more witches as his girlfriends,” she told him, smiling smugly.
Harry glared at her and muttered "traitor,” and Hermione, in reply, just shrugged her shoulder innocently.
Remus was chuckling and feeling impressed, while Sirius, on the other hand, was losing himself.
Harry counted to the three in his mind, and just as it reached 3, Sirius exploded.
“Harry! My godson!!” Sirius shouted, jumping from his seat, and ran to Harry and hugged him to his chest.
“I am so proud of you,” he sobbed, crying all over Harry, “having not only one, not two, but five girlfriends! This is something even I couldn’t do! You have truly surpassed me.”
Hermione and Remus laughed as Sirius kept telling them how proud he was and how his godson had turned from a student to a master.
All the while, Harry just sat there with his head in his chest, glaring at the laughing Hermione. This was exactly what he earlier did not want to happen, but because of that minx, it was happening.
Finally, after Remus had to forcefully separate Sirius, Hermione realised how late it was, and she and Harry decided to head back before every carriage left Hogsmeade.
All four were at the entrance of the cave on the edge of the wards, wishing goodbye to each other.
“It’s been fun seeing you again, pup." Sirius said, softly pulling Harry into a hug. “I will miss you.”
“I will miss you as well,” Harry whispered.
He then hugged Remus and said, “Take care of yourself.”
Remus pulled back and raised his brow. “Isn’t that something I should say to you?”
"No, you clearly need it more,” Harry replied, eyeing the unnourished frame of the older man.
Remus chuckled and nodded. “I guess you are right.”
Harry then turned and saw Sirius whispering in the ears of a red face, Hermione, and he knew it might be something perverted.
He marched towards them and dragged Hermione away from his godfather before he could corrupt her already kinky mind. “Let’s go, Hermione.”
Hermione waved at Sirius and Remus over her shoulder and followed Harry, thinking about the new things Sirius had told her that she could use to surprise Harry next time they were having intimate time.
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It was the 30th of October, and Harry and his girls were just leaving the room of requirements after their homework session.
They were chatting and laughing among themselves when they suddenly noticed a crowd of students rushing down the stairs.
"What's going on?” Hermione wandered out loud and got a shake of the head from her friends.
Harry looked at the crowd, and noticing a brown, harried boy, he yelled, “Neville!”
The shy Gryffindor, hearing his name, looked around and saw Harry waving his hand. He then made his way to his fellow housemate.
“Yes Harry?” He asked, reaching him.
“What happening? Why is everyone in a rush?” Harry asked.
“You don’t know?” Neville looked surprised when he got a shake of the head from everyone. "Oh, then you don’t know, but today is the day the foreign schools are coming, so every student is told to come outside to welcome them.”
Neville then left with the rushing crowd.
“Well… what are we waiting for then?” Harry smiled at his friends and got a smile back for each of them.
After quickly shrinking their books, all five joined the crowd and climbed down the stairs to welcome their guests, who would stay and compete with them for the rest of the year.
Harry's smile couldn’t be wiped from his face all the while he was making his way outside with others.
He couldn’t believe that he was going to be reunited with Maria after being away for two and a half months.
He was aching to hold her in his arms again.
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