6 Chapter 6 - The Day After

When Harry regained consciousness the next morning, he found himself staring up at the ceiling and a terrified baby white rabbit next to him. In an attempt to find where he was, he found himself inside Hogwarts or more precisely the Headmaster Office.

"Ah, your awake Harry. It was quite the site of seeing you coming out of the forest carrying the small bunny. Though I thought you were bigger." Dumbledore laughed as he ran his aged finger over his paperwork.

Grumbling as he had a splitting headache, Harry looked over himself noticing he felt a bit stronger. His body while it was still on the thin side and small size, he could feel his body healing and making corrections. Even his eyesight was healing but at the rate it was going he figured it would be around a week or two minimum.

"Well, it looks like my modesty is saved." Harry joked as he saw only his shorts were saved but were more rags then shorts.

"Indeed. Now if you excuse me I have a meeting to get to. I am sure you can find something to occupy your time until I get back."

Slightly nodding in agreement, Harry found the bag he packed the night before and went and got changed. Dressed in shorts and a dark grey t-shirt, Harry decided to continue his review of spells taught or good to know in general. As he leaned back into his chair on the second floor of the office, he only began when the floo activated with Molly Weasly on the other side.

"Albus," Her voice loudly sounded throughout the office also making Harry's newly sensitive ears ring.

Biting back his retort as his anger flared at the sight of her, Harry growled as he calmed himself. As he counted himself backwards to ten, he placed the biggest fake smile he could muster.

"He is in a staff meeting, Mrs. Weasley." Harry felt a shiver go down his spine as it sounded too sweet like a certain pink toad.

"Harry, what are you doing in the Headmaster Office without him there. Does he know you're there and what do you think you're doing young man." Molly began ordering him, but Harry couldn't care and 'accidently' blocked her for an hour or so.

"Oops," Harry shrugged as he looked over the charms for the third and fourth years.

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A while later, a clearly tired and slightly frustrated Albus Dumbledore entered his office. Harry who was currently looking over some older dark arts and defences books looked over the railing.

"I take it the meeting didn't go well, sir." Harry asked, trying to slide mostly back to how he was during his second year. He figured he needed to slowly change throughout the year so others don't become suspicious expressially Ron and the other Weasleys.

"I'm getting old and I believe I am losing my mind as I question why I hired some of those teachers."

"Well I could bite you and give you another century and a half decades give or take." Harry offered before wondering how he knew that. Maybe it was instinct or knowledge that will come in time. "Or maybe it's time for you to retire from your other posts. It is like you said you are getting up there in age. Maybe you should let me be the Headmaster for the year."

"I would like to, but with so many purebloods pushing bills through that could destroy our country. Retirement just doesn't seem to be in my near future." Dumbledore sighed. "Now I thank you for the offer but I will pass and do I need to tell you not to infect others?"

"It is not really a disease Albus, but while I can joke about it, I will keep a tight control over it the best I can. However should one of my descendants ever become like Greyback? I and all my other descendants will come crashing down on them, ending them ourselves."

"Do you really need to be so brutal and not offer them second chances? What happens if they infected someone on the full moon." Dumbledore asked but could already guess the answer by Harry's eyebrow raise.

"Albus, you are like a mentor, grandfather and good friend to me, however if I allow my kind of lycanthrope to breed without control. It would be very dangerous." Harry answered. "We are stronger, faster and tougher than a werewolf like Remus or Greyback. If I am not wrong most weaknesses are either dulled or removed or they are for me at least. So do you still think I shouldn't be strict in matters like this?"

For Albus Dumbledore there might not be a lot to leave him speechless with his hundred and ten years of life. However this is one of those moments as the image that formed in his head was slightly terrifying. He was slightly worried but he had faith in Harry so his mind eased up.

"Of course Headmaster I still need to figure out the rest of the rules. I only thought that one up about ten minutes ago, but I got time." Harry shrugged before rubbing his chin. "Oh, yeah, Molly Weasley floo called you a few minutes after you left for the meeting. I may have 'accidentally' blocked her for an hour. Other than no one else called for you."

As if his headache just got worse, which with the thought of having to deal with an angry Molly Weasley it did. Albus could already see how that meeting was going to go. If it is about what he thinks about, then he was stumped on what to do. A part of him wanted to press charges, but the other part didn't want to see a family split up. He was in a demilia since it probably wasn't their own money paying for schooling either.

"Albus, why don't you just have the Weasley's kids work around the school throughout the school year to pay. It's not like that grumpy Filch can't use the help." Harry suggested. "Also I didn't read your mind, never really learned much of the mind art after Snape in my sixth year."

"Oh, what happened?"

"Torture. Which I later learned was illegal from both Daphne and Fleur when they taught me the basics of occlumency." Harry sighed as he didn't really want to go into it but Dumbledore had a right since it was partly his fault to. "Under your suggestions he began giving me lessons, but never really explained before digging through my mind repeatedly. This carried on throughout most of the school year until you died from the killing curse. Though you would be dead in a few months anyways as you decided to put on a curse ring despite knowing better."

Harry watched as a look of sorrow and regret before sighing as he can't have the old man blaming himself. "I did hate you for a while but I got over it and forgave you decades later. By the time lessons even came around I was heavily potioned, and had Voldermort in my head. So I don't really blame you or hate you for it anymore."

"Thank you Harry. Now I guess I will go with your suggestion and go face a mothering dragon."

"She is more of a banshee when angry." Harry joked as Albus laughed before heading over to the Burrow.

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A while after seeing Albus off, Harry continued to relax as he read about the dark arts. Well what most consider dark arts, but him is more of a grey/dark area of magic. What he considered the dark arts are the unforgivable and magic that either uses human sacrifice. While he was sure there was more that could fall under the category he wasn't all knowing. So he will be redefining his definition as he learns more about magic.

When he closed the book he was reading, he watched a certain snowy owl swoop in with a couple of letters attached. Harry pulled out a treat from his bag as he figured she would be back soon and gave her one as he took the letters. The top was from Daphne while the second was Fleur's.

'Dear Harry,

While I am glad you're back among the living and can't wait to see you again. I wished we were a bit older as I want to snog and shag you senseless in celebration. Sadly we will have to postpone that part for a few years as I was a late bloomer last time around. There is much I want to discuss with you and plans for the future since I know you.

Now since I have no idea if you're alone or somehow at the Weasleys. Which I assume you're not since they aren't dead. I will just end this letter here and see you on Hogwarts Express.

Your Number One Lover,

Daphne Greengrass.

P.s. Daphne Black or Potter has a nice ring to it.

Chuckling at the hint and her sense of humor, Harry could only shake his head for the time being. Since he and Fleur were hurt by their previous marriages and basically everything taken, they all agreed to just be lovers for the time being. However, now they can change that in a few years.

Opening up the second letter, he could only burst out laughing as it was in french. He should have known and smiled as the basic work books for french fell out. Fleur was teaching him the language since they were planning on going to visit the country and her parents before he fell ill.

'Dear Harry,

While I am sure Daphne has something similar, I am glad you're back among the living. Sadly it is getting too close to the end of summer and I can't really invite you without being suspicious. However I can invite you next summer and I can't wait to shag and snog you senseless. Don't worry I will keep my virtue just for you.

I will dig around for a ritual we could do when you 'deflower' me and Daphne. They're not really not to and who knows I might find a fun or useful one. Now while I there is a whole lot more I want to write. I am afraid it would be a book instead of a letter. So I will await your letters.

Also don't be afraid to sleep with someone as I was informed about your Incubus ancestry. Unlike Veela who can go without it for a while. A succubus and incubus can have a very bad reaction that can end in extreme pain or death. So I don't mind if you wander into another woman's bed since I know and trust you will always come back.

That is probably one of the down sides of being lovers to an incubus. I don't doubt it will be a common occurrence even with me and Daphne by your side. I am sure Daphne is in the same opinion and has accepted it. So don't try to deny that part of you as I want to live and love you far into the future.

Your Number One Lover,

Fleur Delacour

P.s. Fleur Potter or Black has a nice ring to it. '

"I am sure they planned that last part." Harry chuckled before he sighed but could feel the love and trust given to him. He could already be going to be a hard adjustment on his part as he already was warned by John and Fleur with Daphne joining when she saw him.

"The question now is who willing to sleep with a twelve year old?" Harry mumbled to himself with a sad sigh. He could only hope that Daphne has a plan or he can find someone willing. "Well at least it will be an interesting year."