Chapter 6: Summer Before Second Year (Part 2)

'Great…keep doing that,' Tonks breathed as she enjoyed her hair being pulled, when he pushed into her. His hands touched her breasts and she clenched around him, her fluids spilling into him.

"Lucretia," Harry responded, as he gave her a crooked motion with his finger and she scrambled up onto the bed, throwing her arms around Harry and pressing her lips against his with a kiss.

"Harry, my pussy is hungry for you," Lucretia begged him and Harry grabbed her hips, before ramming his cock into her. She nearly lost it at the first push and the deeper thrusts prompted pleasure to fill her mind.

Vega rubbed her pussy, all alone on the floor but not for long, rather she scrambled up onto the bed and dove between her aunt's legs.

"Morgana, sweet…yes baby," Andromeda breathed as she grabbed Vega's hair and stroked her hair with her hands, when the dark haired girl began to munch on her aunt's cunt.

"Fuck me Harry, fuck me, wreck my pussy with your cock, you stud!"

"She has a dirty mouth," Harry breathed as he speared into her, when he looked over Tonks.

"Let's muffle that," Tonks stated with a grin, before she slid her dripping pussy over Lucretia's mouth.

Lucretia moaned when her cousin's pussy draped over her mouth and she licked around the insides, slurping on it, lapping up the juices within. She cupped the tight ass of Tonks and rubbed it, working over her, when it ground on her face.

Harry alternated between playing with the breasts of the two beautiful girls nearest to him, before he speared his cock over and over into the pussy of Lucretia. The blonde clenched him tightly when she screamed at the top of her lungs, when her eyes flushed over with desire. The rate his cock ripped through her was amazing.

Lucretia panted heavily as she grinded herself down onto his cock and worked him with her pussy, rocking back against him and she closed her eyes, feeling the pleasure through her loins. Every nerve ending from her toes all the way to the top of her head was on fire.

"Eat me, keep doing that, don't you dare stop," Tonks ordered as she rubbed her pussy on Lucretia's face and she eagerly nibbled on it.

Lucretia lost her sense to the sensations of Harry's cock working into her, and he pushed up, before spearing down into her. He slammed into her with more frenzied thrusts yet.

Vega lapped up the juices dribbling down her aunt's thighs, and licked her tongue around it, before taking a moment to taste everything that spilled down her. The dark haired witch worked her tongue around her center, running down her thighs before grabbing around her ass, and spearing the tongue deep into the dripping wet hole.

"Fucking baby, do it, eat out my twat."

Lucretia gave a shrieking orgasm when her pussy wrapped tightly around Harry's pole when he rammed into her a few more times, beating her pussy until it was raw. He pushed himself up and brought himself down into her a few more times.

"Oh yeah, that's it," Harry breathed as he felt his still rock hard cock and he moved over and without warning, plunged into Vega from behind.

Vega moaned lustfully at the welcomed intrusion into her pussy, when she tightened around him.

"Keep eating, I want you to make your aunt pass out, bitch," Harry grunted as he speared into Vega's pussy and aimed his cock into her pussy from behind, working into her and his cock worked into her from behind, burying into her from behind.

Vega breathed heavily when Harry rocked and buried himself into her. He was buried balls deep into her and there was nothing that felt better. She wanted this cock to beat into her from behind all day and all night long. There was nothing she wanted more than this, she moaned and felt the juices from Andromeda's pussy splash into her face.

Lucretia and Tonks laid in a sixty nine position, munching on each other's cunts and hitting the pleasure spots that both of them enjoyed very much. They kept each other occupied until the next time they would indulge themselves with Harry's cock. They could hardly wait for it, their pussies burned for desire for him.

"Oh, ah, oh," Andromeda panted as she played with her erect nipples but Harry reached past Vega with one hand while he steadied his other hand around her waist and plowed into the fourteen year old girl.

Andromeda felt the pleasure of Harry's strong hands roll over her breasts, cupping them in his hands, working over them and squeezing them nicely in around them.

"Fuck Harry, oh yes, Vega," Andromeda breathed as she lost herself to the pleasure that made her mind explode.

The group indulged themselves in the pleasure of each other for quite some time with Harry working his cock into the pussy of Vega from behind. He felt his balls tighten and they hung low about ready to drain his treat into her.

"Here it comes baby," Harry breathed when he plunged his cock into Vega's tight center, her tight box orgasming as he blew his load into her.

She screamed, collapsing on her aunt's lap. Lucretia and Nym slid over like vultures, their tongues outstretched, before they licked his cum off of the bed and then made a movement towards Harry's cock.

There were plenty more party games ahead for them when they continued the festivities well into the night and the next morning.

Smut/Lemon Ends.

Faora and Kara greeted Harry when he finally fell asleep after his festivities with bright smiles.

"Happy birthday, Har-Zod," Faora responded as she greeted him with a hug. "I'm sure you've had an eventful day."

"Yeah one could say that," Harry responded and Kara moved towards him but the flickers of her astral form passed through him.

"And I can't touch you apparently," Kara responded when she closed her eyes and Faora patted her on the back. "I almost swear you've set this up on purpose so I'll be so horny that I'll jump him straight out of the pod when my body wakes up."

Faora smiled a mysterious smile when she patted at the air, she would pat her friend on the back had she had the chance. Kara crossed her arms and her lips curled over with a pout. Harry thought that it looked quite adorable.

"Pleased to meet you, Kara," Harry responded as he eyed her blonde hair, blue eyes, and shapely body with a well-developed bust, a taut stomach, shapely hips, and long legs that went down, with no shoes that showed her feet. "Even though we can't touch each other but I'm sure in enough time, we'll be doing all of the touching that we can manage."

"You better believe it," Kara responded as she watched Harry, undressing him mentally with her eyes, envisioning all of the things she would want to do to him and what she would like to be done to her by him.

"When you two get done eye-fucking each other, we can get down to business," Faora responded with a clear of her throat and Harry and Kara glared at her but she did not break her stride for a second. "The great war with Black Zero, or the war that caused Zod's biological son to be killed."

"And without that there would be no me," Harry answered and Faora responded with a smile when she faced them.

"And without that, there would be no you," she agreed with a smile crossing her face when the three of them sat down. "That war was one of the worst in Krypton, it was, I think it was fourth or fifth time that Kandor got destroyed."

"Sixth actually, my parents and I moved there the year after it was rebuilt, I would be three or four," Kara responded with a shrug.

"There you go," Faora responded when she kept a close eye on the two of them to see how they would get along together. "So Zod saved Jor-El's ungrateful hide from the Council."

"What made Jor-El tick anyway?" Harry asked and Kara looked thoughtful.

"He was a brilliant man, but vain as all could be," Kara responded diplomatically as she kept her eyes on Harry and threw her head back for a moment deep in thought. Psychoanalyzing her uncle gave her a headache. "Jor-El was….well his mind worked in a way that I don't think many of us can fathom."

"Brilliant man, although I'm not sure his genius idea of building an escape pod that can only house a baby really set the world on fire," Faora responded in a dry voice with a smile crossing her face and Harry watched them. "Jor-El, the entire House of El, they had their share of great people in there but their share of dark forces."

Kara smiled, she knew that to be more true than anyone else, the House of El could be brilliant when they wanted to be but there were demons, demons that they could hardly exercise.

"Then again our family line has its fair share of…" Faora responded as she tried to find the right word.

"Insanity?" Harry offered her and Faora responded with a bright smile.

"That would be it," Faora stated when she rocked back. "So are there any other powers that are developing?"

"Not yet," Harry offered before something hit him. "Although I do seem to be a bit quicker."

Faora offered him a teasing smile, she could not resist. "I do hope that is in the area of getting from one place to another and that is not in an area of certain levels of performance."

Harry offered her with a smile.

"Trust me, my performance goes the distance, a very long distance in fact, as I'm sure you'll be able to experience all too soon," Harry remarked as he eyed Faora and she shook her head, a grin crossing her face before she offered another smile, eying him with hunger.

"Promises, promises."

"Think she's getting a bit out of line," Kara responded as she eyed Harry. "Think we should tie her down and spank her until she behaves, Harry?"

"Given how much you enjoy a spanking, I shouldn't be surprised that you would offer such a thing, Kara Zor-El," Faora answered with a playful gaze in her eyes. "Then again you are normally on the receiving end and not on the giving end."

"Well you have been a naughty girl," Kara responded with a smile.

"Don't tell me that you don't enjoy it," Faora responded as she wished she could touch Kara and vice versa, but good things came to those who waited.

Harry watched the interplay.

"I think between the two of us, we can teach her a lesson, wouldn't you say?" Kara asked as she watched her. "I mean she's the only giving us these history lessons."

"I thought you'd know all about history given that you were there," Harry stated as he looked at the blond but Faora snorted.

"Please there's a big drool spot on her desk still I'd imagine after all of the times she nodded off during history," Faora responded, amused by the mental image that she got in her head. "Of course, all of the class could drop dead with that teacher and he'd still go on about his lecture. The official history, according to the Council, so droll, so dry."

Faora offered a mocking yawn when she spun around and kept her eyes on her best friend and her brother.

"I know enough to know enough,' Kara answered, giving a slight shrug and she crossed her legs before putting a hand on her chin. "Of course, I'm not sure how much of the history is official and how much of it is just guess work."

"The Zod family had a library, but history is ultimately written by the victors," Faora stated wisely and both nodded in agreement. "And that is why we must win, so we can control the perception of how we will be remembered in history. It must be done delicately."

Kara nodded, at first she was a bit reluctant but the more she thought about it, the more she thought that Faora would lead to her freedom. To put things nicely, her father had been a bit strict with her, although that was on his good days. On his worst days, to borrow a term from the humans, he was kind of a controlling douchebag. That was one of his far more annoying character traits.

"Of course that teacher not really paying attention to anything that happened in the class did have its advantages, didn't it Kara?" Faora responded when she eyed her friend and lover carefully.

Kara responded with a shameless grin, the times where Faora pulled her skirt back, going underneath her desk to wake her up in the fun way. They were roommates all throughout the Academy, so the fun they got up to was immense. Neither of them ever thought about another guy, they were saving themselves for Har-Zod so when the time came for him to arrive, the three of them would have the deepest bond and would change the universe.

"I remember that, do I ever remember that," Kara responded with a slight grin when she turned around and longed to wrap her arms around Harry but there was no dice. He sat there, out of her reach, but soon she would grab onto him.

Their time grew short in this plane and soon Harry shifted back to the real world. The connection grew stronger but given the limited possibilities of the dream world, they were barely able to scratch the surface.

Charlotte Granger sat on the couch; getting mail after the divorce was not something she looked forward to. She took a moment to read over the paper that she received and frowned, she wished that she could have some kind of good news, but still when it rained, it poured and that was something that she clung onto in her hand.

Her husband and her father in law tried to take her to the cleaners with their high priced attorneys and unless she did something rather quickly, she would be thrown out on the street. Her parents died a few years ago and she had no living relatives that she knew of.

"Bad time."

Charlotte spun around and she saw her daughter's friend, for lack of a better term, standing there. Although she caught a little show of what Harry and Hermione were up to in the shower this morning and she had to take a cold one of her own after they were done with their festitivities. All while she imagined Harry doing some of the same things to her. She shook her head to clear those perverse thoughts from her head.

"Just some problems involving my ex-husband, there's nothing that….I don't want to bring you down for your stay," Charlotte responded as she tried to give Harry a cordial smile.

There were some things she would have liked to say about her husband, but she felt that they were not appropriate to say around a twelve year old. Even though Harry had a colorful vocabulary, which she overheard a bit too much of during the incident in the shower. The young wizard sat down next to her and Charlotte was reminded about how they were different from the normal non-magicals or mundanes. Then again, calling the non-magicals normal.

"It's okay, I'm here for you, what do you need?" Harry asked as he rubbed her neck and she relaxed a little bit, flickering her eyes shut. She slowly succumbed to the pleasures of his fingers. She felt at ease with him being in the house.

"My husband is trying to kick me out of the house," Charlotte breathed as she lost herself to the sensations of Harry's hands working circles around her neck. This felt so good, there was no question about it, the tips of his fingers brushing lightly against the skin of her neck before he eased off her

pushed off her jacket to reveal her bare shoulders, which he worked onto as well. A moan escaped her lips as he worked her shoulders with circular motions. "I need….I've helped him build his business, without me….he wouldn't have a dime to his name."

She offered a light moan when Harry rubbed the back of her neck and her shoulders, before he moved his hands around. Charlotte shifted so her buttocks brushed against Harry's crotch and he rubbed her very slightly, running his hands through her dark hair, before working his hand down around her.

"So you were the one who built him a life and now he's being ungrateful," Harry responded as he continued to feel her smooth skin, and he lightly brushed down to her lower back area, rubbing the small of her back.

"Yes, we'd be out on the street, if it wasn't for me," Charlotte whimpered as she felt his hands brush against her buttock.

Charlotte Granger felt the pleasure flow against her and his hands worked against her private parts a little bit.

"Would you like me to help you out a little bit?" Harry breathed in her ear and she shivered, feeling his hot breath pass against it. This caused a certain amount of heat to fill through her body.

"Yes, please."

Charlotte felt her shirt pulled up over her body, to leave her in nothing but a black bra from the waist up and a skirt and stockings from the waist down. She lost herself to the pleasures that Harry offered her.

"I think that I can….do what I can to help you, but I think you need to relax," Harry stated as he edged her skirt off of her body, and he skimmed his fingers onto the edge of her panties to give her a nice little tease.

"Relax, yes relax," Charlotte panted when she spun around and Harry pulled off his shirt to reveal his sculpted abs and broad shoulders. She ran her hands down Harry's chest, working down his toned body. "Mmm, you have a great body Harry."

Harry pulled his pants down and she saw the bulge in his pants.

Her lips met his in a furious kiss, with her legs wrapping around him, and the two of them tilted back on the couch. They swapped spit, their tongues danced together for domination, and their hands roamed each other's bodies.

Smut/Lemon Begins.

Harry's mouth applied the right degree of suction on the side of her neck, causing her to moan and snake an arm around him when he worked on the back of her neck. He reached down and brushed his fingers into the edge of her panties. Harry felt the damp juices rolling down her legs and the young wizard could hardly wait to experience the delights that would be pooling down her legs shortly.

"Yes Harry, that's it," Charlotte whined as she felt his fingers brushing against her clit, carefully applying the right amount of pressure when he rubbed against her. She arched herself up, feeling the pleasure.

Charlotte never felt any sensation like this, when her panties were rolled down. He was so attentive to her motions, and one finger entered her pussy, then two, then three, and he pumped deep into her, before his mouth moved around.

"God," Charlotte moaned as she bit down on her lip and Harry brushed his mouth up and down her clit, sucking on it and bringing her to a toe curling orgasm, working on her. The young man carefully picked up his motions, working on her and running his hands down the dripping wet slit, causing the pleasure to roll out of her.

There was a snap of the bra with Harry's free hand and her large breasts bounced out freely. He moved his hand around and squeezed her tits, once, twice, three times, grabbing them around him. He really gripped ahold of them, causing her pussy to burn with desire.

"I need you in me," Charlotte breathed as Harry grabbed her hips and pinned her back onto the couch.

"What's the magic word?" Harry asked as he grabbed her hips and brushed the head of his cock against the side of her entrance, causing her to feel the pleasure.

"Please, I need it in me."

Harry saw her pussy, wet and willing for him, her warm lips inviting and he pushed himself up, before he speared into her pussy. She gave a shriek as he entered her and started to pump into her hips, first slowly at first because he had a feeling she had never felt a real cock inside her. Then at her encouragement, Harry sped up.

"Oh that's so good, pound my slutty pussy, pound it," Charlotte panted as she wrapped her legs around him before she began to scratch his back.

"You've got it my MILF goddess," Harry stated as he lifted his cock up before he plunged it into her center, cutting a steady pace. Again and again his cock worked into her center, stretching her out when his cock cut a steady pace into her.

Charlotte pushed her hips upward, before his cock buried itself into her pussy, his cock working into her walls. The thirty five year old MILF pushed her hips against him, squeezing him with her vaginal muscles. The pleasure filled her body when she experienced a heavily orgasm that was only brought on by this prime selection of meat beating into her. She reached around, grabbing his arms and squeezing around him, when he picked himself up and planted his cock deep into her.

Harry lost himself to the pleasures, despite her age and the fact that she gave birth, she was tight, and more so than most women who were much younger. Her walls clenched her, the velvety center squeezed him, when he pushed himself up and speared into her center. She gave a shrieking yell when Harry picked up the pace, the thick rod impaling itself into the waiting quim of this woman. She wrapped a pair of hands around his neck and pushed up against the body fucking her, their hips smashing together with primal desire.

Hermione meanwhile watched outside from the doorway, for a moment she was shocked at this sight but then that shock quickly gave way to horniness, when she sat down and placed a hand down her shorts, before she began to pump a pair of fingers in and out of a dripping wet cunt to the sight of Harry fucking her mother.

"More Harry, give me more, pound my pussy!" Charlotte screamed at the top of her lungs whilst Harry worked into her cunt, really slamming into her. The wizard carefully pushed up before he speared down into her center, working into her.

Harry thought himself getting hot and bothered, when he speared himself into her center, causing her another orgasm that rocked her entire body. She reached around and grabbed him around the head, and he buried his face into her breasts, sucking on her tits with all of the passion he could drum up.

"Oh that's it, oh that's it, oh oh, oh, yes!" she shrieked as Harry pumped into her and he feasted on her sweaty breasts, licking his tongue over them. His magic challenged through his tongue gave her a delightful orgasm.

Charlotte shuddered in pleasure after she felt her pussy clench delightfully around his cock and he pumped into her a few more times, spearing up and sinking down into her. After a long time of steady fucking, Harry came and send his flood of seed into her pussy, splashing it into her walls.

The brunette MILF thrashed and her pussy convulsed from the actions that Harry did.

No sooner did Harry pull out was when Hermione pounced him and pushed her mouth over his cock, sucking him. His cock sank down the back of her throat, when she pushed herself up and speared herself back down on his member.

"Shit, Hermione," Harry grunted as she worked over her member.

"Here, Hermione dear, let Mummy take care of you," Charlotte cooed before she got down between Hermione's legs and parted her lips, before she stuck her tongue in between the dripping legs of her daughter.

Hermione lost herself to the sensation of Harry's cock going down her throat and her mother's tongue eating her pussy. The brunette bookworm could hardly believe it, she was coming undone and she felt a rush, a rush of juices that splashed down her thighs. Heart sped up when she took more of her lover's cock down her throat, rocking back and feeling her throat wrap around him.

"Yes, love that," Harry panted heavily as Hermione's mouth wrapped around his cock.

Hermione let go with her mouth, before she got on the couch and bent over.

"Come and get me, Harry," Hermione stated with Harry grabbing her around the hips.

She closed her eyes, before Harry pushed his cock into her waiting pussy. Hermione bit her lip in pleasure as he thrust into her, pumping his cock into her pussy from behind.

"Time to return the favor, dear," Charlotte cooed as she spread her pussy lips and tapped on them, inviting for Hermione to indulge herself in the place she came from.

Hermione wasted no time in putting her mouth on her mother's pussy, working her tongue inside, and licking like there was no tomorrow. Charlotte put her hands on Hermione's hair, working the face of her nearly thirteen year old daughter into her pussy.

Harry decided to give Hermione the fucking of her life, he was going to beat her pussy raw with his cock and he pushed back while doing so. A slam caused a loud smack to echo when he pushed into her. The walls wrapped around the pulsing prick and caused desire to flood through him when he rocked back to push into her. That blowjob warmed him up a lot but Harry could go the distance, as indicated.

Orgasm after orgasm flooded through Hermione and his hands reached around to cup a pair of breasts. A pair of strong hands rolling over her body made her pussy tighten around him whilst Harry continued to pick up the pace before pushing into her. Shot after shot with his cock slamming into the tight pussy and her tight walls enveloped around him nicely, pushing against his prick. He sped up the pace, before working it.

"Hermione, work me, oh that's it baby, do it."

Charlotte panted when she got wetter, keeping an eye on their shared lover's cock. It appeared and disappeared in Hermione's pussy, beating it raw and that made her wetter with anticipation. The talented tongue of her daughter dove and weaved into her pussy, working in and out.

The panting of Charlotte intensified as Harry continued to work into her daughter.

Harry picked up the pace, he could feel an explosion reaching but not before Hermione was driven to a few more powerful orgasms. He wanted to beat into her pussy until she could not stand any more.

"I bet you love it, love me wrecking your pussy until you can barely stand," Harry growled as he slammed into Hermione from behind with all of the force that he could without breaking her.

Hermione did not say it, but her eyes shut and she felt it completely. The young dark haired wizard slammed into her from behind, carefully working into the pussy of the girl on the bed, and she breathed heavily.

Harry thrust his cock into her, working over her, and continued to pick up the pace, driving into her, faster, faster, he sped up his thrusts. They were nearly a blur when they beat into Hermione's pussy.

Hermione was light headed when she kept munching on the cunt of Charlotte, her mother. Her mother caressed the dark curls that Hermione had and Harry picked up the pace, passing his motions, before he plunged into her once again. He kept at that pace until the moment that his balls tightened.

With one more slam, he sent his cum into her, splashing into her walls. His cock kept hardened when he pushed into her, sending spurt after spurt of his seed into her pussy.

Smut/Lemon Ends.

Harry watched with a smile when mother and daughter were fucked senseless and now drifted off to sleep. He saw the papers that David Granger sent to his wife and an idea formulated in his head.

Harry reached for the communication mirror.

"Princess Sersi," Harry stated as he activated the mirror.

Sersi appeared on the other end. "Hi Harry, what can I do for you?"

Harry smiled back at the goblin girl. "I need you to help me financially ruin someone."

"The legal or the illegal way?" Sersi inquired, wondering what this was all about.

"Legally, the man is a Muggle named David Granger and I need to make sure this house goes into the name of his ex-wife, so I'll buy him out if I can," Harry responded as he paused. "And then we'll uncover information about him that will ruin him for the rest of his life. Although I'm sure his wife might have some incriminating information that we can use."

Sersi took a moment carefully to ponder everything and she nodded, waiting to see what Harry had up his sleeve.

The usual school trip took place to Diagon Alley, with Harry, Hermione, Andromeda, and Charlotte stopping there. They caught a glimpse of Neville and exchanged a few brief words with him and his grandmother. They also spotted Draco and his father, and Harry suspected that the two of them were up to something. As Lucretia remarked, the best way to know that her father was up to something is that he was breathing.

"Book signing, well this might constitute a problem especially that…." Andromeda started as she closed her eyes and saw the name on the marquee. "Oh no."

"What is it?" Harry asked his godmother curiously and she spun around and pointed to the name. "Gilderoy Lockhart."

"Wasn't he the guy who wrote all of the books on our list?" Hermione asked with a raised eyebrow. "So, he would be interesting to meet."

"A trip to the dentist is more interesting than meeting Lockhart," Andromeda stated in an exasperated voice when she watched the line dwindle down before she spun around and saw Charlotte who stood there, arms crossed and an eyebrow risen. "No offense meant, naturally."

She waved off this statement. "None taken."

Charlotte heard the screams of women, high pitched and frantic which never was a good sign. The hordes of obsessed fans were out in full swing and Harry took a moment to edge his way forward.

"Hey, Harry!"

Ron yelled towards Harry and he cringed at the sound of Ron's voice, not to mention the fact that he had been heard. He was about ready to escape because he was sure there were a few people in Knockturn Alley that might have not heard Ron.

"Harry….surely not….bless my spats, Harry Potter, what an honor!"

They were completely in the bookshop, when a man with golden blonde hair, robes that were a color that no straight man should ever wear, and teeth that was so white that they nearly blinded Harry. Harry half expected him to say "come closer children, I have candy" and he watched the man who was on the marquee. Lockhart's cartoonish poster image behind him was far less unsettling than the actual man himself.

"Come here Harry….that's it."

So tempting to break his arm, in fact Harry was trying to figure out how to do that without being seen. If he could make it look like an accident, he might have a chance. He saw this man; yep this was the type of guy that mothers warned their children not to get into a car with. The type of person who should be on a neighborhood watch list and Harry was rather uncomfortable.

Harry vowed to add Ron to the list of people he was going to severely injure. The head trauma might have been gone, but that might have knocked a few more brain cells loose. Which meant that he had a negative amount although Harry was perfectly willing to decrease that amount more, although how that was possible, he had no idea but he'd try. Nevertheless he would have plenty of time to find out as Lockhart threw his arm around him in an uncomfortable manner, invading his personal space.

Heat vision to the head it was so tempting now but alas there was too many witnesses.

"Big smiles Harry, together you and I are worth the front page."

Harry gnashed his teeth together. He wished he could charm the camera to blow up in Lockhart's face but Hermione was close by, frowning at this spectacle. It was all she could do to hold herself back from tearing Lockhart's throat out with a magical attack. Thanks to the bond, she was rather loyal to Harry and was liable to rip anyone apart for trying anything for him.

The young wizard eyed Lockhart, his urge to kill rose but he was not done.

"When young Harry stepped into this store today, he was hoping to get my autobiography, which he will be in fact getting free of charge," Lockhart stated as he held up the autobiography.

'Great, kindling,' Harry thought to himself in a sarcastic tone of thought.

"But on September 1st, he will be getting much more than Magical Me, he'll be getting the real magical me," Lockhart responded as he looked out in the crowd with a wide smile on his face as Andromeda pushed through the crowd, trying to stop Lockhart from doing something that Harry would regret. "That's right, he's getting me as the brand new Defense Against Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

The sheep applauded and cheered and the sound one heard might be the sound of Harry Potter's brain snapping at the very thought of this. How….how….actually how was not a good statement. It was more of why? Why would anyone think it was a good idea to hire Lockhart for anything? Harry was completely flabbergasted by this entire mess and he was handed the complete collection of Lockhart's books.

'Great, more kindling,' Harry thought to himself, trying to keep himself from throwing up but he felt his lunch rising from his throat and he shoved Lockhart away. Lockhart winced which Harry hoped hurt.

"Well I guess you enjoyed that, didn't you Potter?"

Harry stopped when he eyed the demented product of Lucius Malfoy's semen. Draco stared him down, his arms crossed together, in a vain attempt to look superior.

"Famous Harry Potter, couldn't even go into a book store without raising any attention?"

The smallest Weasley felt compelled to speak even though Harry never spoke to her in his life and only caught a brief glimpse at her twice at the train station. From what he heard, she used to have a crush on the Boy-Who-Lived which intrigued him. It really did, because that could be the base for fanatical loyalty that he could use for his own advantage.

"Leave him alone, he didn't want all that," the Weasley girl stated, Ginny if Harry recalled correctly. She was the first female Weasley in many generations from what Harry heard.

Draco, being an idiot, could not keep his mouth shut. "Well Potter looks like you have a girlfriend."

"Well your sister is among the list of people that I bone regularly," Harry responded as he looked at Draco and he looked mortified at this thought, looking like he bit off more than he can chew. "So how are you, Crabbe, and Goyle? Things still going strong with you or are you on the rocks?"

Draco Malfoy engaged the few brain cells that he had, knew that going up against Potter was not going to be a game that he was going to win. It was time to pick a battle that he knew he could win.

Slowly, he turned around to face Ron. "So Weasel, I'm surprised to see you here."

"Why, Malfoy?" Ron asked, slow on the uptake and not realizing how he walked into Malfoy's trap.

"I suspect your parents will starve for a year buying these many books," Malfoy responded as he eyed Ron.

Ron went red and while they were distracted with each other, this was Harry's cue to slide out of here. He felt his IQ drop by the second when he stood by these two. Hermione watched by the side.

"Sorry, that you had to be a part of that Harry," Hermione responded as she reached him.

Harry gave a grimace. "Well you're not as sorry as I am being a part of that. Seriously I thought I wasn't going to get out of there alive. And they're making that thing a teacher."

"I would ask what Dumbledore was thinking, but given that no one wants that job, I can only imagine," Andromeda responded as she turned around to face them. "There's a curse on the job, no one's been able to keep it for more than a year."

"Oh, is there?" Harry asked with interest, he was more and more intrigued by hearing this.

"It's only something that happens at the beginning of the year," Andromeda explained as they walked out of the shop, books bought, and there was the sound of fighting in the back of the shop. "There have been some times where there's been teachers that have lasted barely six months. A sub comes in and then finishes their year. Nothing happens, and then they do another year, with something happening."

"Then that's when it kicks it," Harry concluded and she nodded. "I can't believe they'd curse an entire position."

"Oh believe me, there is some powerful dark magic," Andromeda responded as they had to make a few more stops before they made their way across the Alley, they had a few more stops.

Lucretia Malfoy whistled when she saw the impressive manor house that towered over them when she edged near it with Harry. The two walked forward, the stone wrapped up in a cloth, as they recalled their studies of it.

"The chemical composition of the stone is broken down and stored in a journal," Lucretia responded as she checked her notes. "We should be able to make a fresh one."

"We'll find out what Flamel was thinking when he handed over his life's work to Dumbledore," Harry answered when he edged forward with Lucretia. "I do wonder how much of it was something that he willingly did."

Lucertia shrugged her shoulders, they would both find out in a matter of moments. The manor was weird, given the way it gave a glow off of being sentient. Then again, most magical dwellings tended to do so.

She knocked on the door and there was the sound of footsteps.

"No one's home."

Harry smiled, he could play this game, oh boy could he play this game. A smile crossed his face, even if it was a shadow of one. It still remained present on his face when he inclined his ear towards the door, waiting for a sound, any sound, from the other side of the door.

"If no one was there, there shouldn't be anyone answering the door, now should there?" Harry asked and there was a grumbling sound when he spun around.

The door opened to reveal a man with dark hair with hints of grey and a cane, even if it was mostly for show. And to smack away those nosy Muggles who tried to sell him useless rubbish that he didn't need. He was Nicholas Flamel and he stared them down with beady eyes.

"What do you want?" Flamel asked in a grizzled tone of voice as he eyed them.

"I'm Lucretia Malfoy and this is Harry Potter," Lucretia responded with a smile as she leaned forward to face Flamel.

Flamel watched Harry for a moment, before eying him carefully and nodding. To his credit, his eyes did not brush against his scar at all. "Good luck with that."

"We're here to talk to you about the Philosopher's Stone," Lucretia responded and there was a long pause when she feared that he offended him in some way.

Flamel remained silent as he continued to watch the pair of them, he suspected that there was something going down although he had no idea what it was. Rather, his nasty expression stared them down, a pair of beady eyes fixed upon them. Nicholas Flamel was a guarded man and he held many secrets. The Philosopher's Stone might have been his most famous discovery, but he had books and books, journals full of them.

"Mr. Flamel, did you give Albus Dumbledore permission to take your stone and hide it at Hogwarts?"

Flamel's face contorted into a scowl. "No, that young fool told me that he was taking that stone to a safe location, because he had intelligence that the goblins may have been compromised by Voldemort and his followers."

Harry barely hid his amusement at Dumbledore being called that "young fool", there were few people who were alive that could even consider to calling Dumbledore young, although there were a few that might use the term "fool" regarding him. The young wizard waited, his eyes on the prize when he watched the inventor of the Philosopher's Stone and famed Alchemist watch him carefully.

"We have the Stone," Lucretia whispered and they stepped inside with Flamel shutting the door behind them.

He was about to say that Dumbledore lead him to believe that the stone was destroyed but after all of his time in this world, Flamel knew better.

"Return it to me, I'm not sure how much longer I'm going to use it but I'll stop using it on my own terms," Flamel answered when they handed him the Philosopher's Stone. "Don't know how you pulled one over Dumbledore's eyes but well done."

The two of them smiled, it was better off if they kept that matter under their hats, at least for the present moment. Lucretia and Harry studied the stone for the months they had it in their possessions, took copious notes. It was a very complex process; there were dozens of different steps to even figure out the transmuting into gold process. It was the closest thing to a science that magic ever was going to be with and since science was one of Harry's passions, he enjoyed seeing how it worked.

The Elixir of Life, well that was another interesting thing, for it took a bit longer. If one thing went wrong with the Elxir or if the stone was made wrong, then it would create a poison that would kill their enemies quite painfully. Granted, that was a pretty good thing to have at ones disposal so Harry kept it in the back of his mind for future reference. The young wizard and his companion stepped forward.

Flamel checked to see if the Stone was completely still intact. He could detect a forgery coming a mile away with his abilities and he should be able to, given that it was his stone. With that in mind, one could not be too careful with something like that.

It was time to return to Hogwarts, the summer blew by, but naturally Harry kept busy all summer with work. He stood at the edge of the King's Cross Platform, slipping through the barrier with Hermione. The Weasleys were coming up from behind them, but Harry and Hermione made their way forward.

"I can't believe that Dumbledore would hire someone like that," Hermione stated in a rage as she crossed her arms.

"Believe it Hermione, believe it," Harry responded, barely able to suppress the smile he had on his face.

The two of them went through the books and they pieced together all of the errors and they were many. Dozens upon dozens of them, not to mention the errors with the timeline that were prominent, but that was something that was beside the point. The timeline errors were nothing compared to the factual information or misinformation rather that were in the books. He couldn't believe how many facts were wrong.

It was another black mark against people who did not check their facts but then again, the official biographies of the Boy-Who-Lived were chalk full of similar errors. Out of morbid curiosity, Harry read one, one day, and when he was completed with it, he wished that he had not read it. It was completely and utterly appalling how the sheep that moved around this world could take those words at face value. And then there were the Mundane raised that entered the world that believed that propaganda because it was shoved under their noses.

"Harry, Hermione!"

Neville waved them over and Harry offered him a crisp nod. Daphne waited next to him, along with Tracey, and another blonde haired girl that looked like a miniature version of Daphne.

"Potter, Granger," Daphne responded in a crisp voice.

"Greengrass," Hermione responded with an equally polite nod.

"Hello Daphne, did you have a good summer?" Harry asked as he returned her smile.

The blonde smiled at him before she turned her head and sat back against the chair. "It was quite eventful, Tracey and I had a lot of fun together."

Naturally she spared Harry of these details, for the moment at least. The young wizard watched Daphne before he turned to her miniature doppleganger.

"I'm afraid I haven't had the pleasure," Harry responded as he turned his attention fully to her and a smile crossed her face.

"I'm Astoria Greengrass, I'm Daphne's younger sister," Astoria responded with a smile.

"Oh, Daphne never brought you up in conversation," Harry answered, granted he only talked to Daphne maybe less than a handful of times but he figured the fact that she had a younger sister would be a conversation piece eventually. Although perhaps he was quite mistaken with that one. "It's a pleasure to meet you Astoria."

Astoria took his hand with a smile on his face and he brought his lips down, kissing her hand and giggled.

"Astoria, conduct yourself with dignity," Daphne responded as she eyed Astoria.

Astoria rolled her eyes, her sister was a bit uptight and never allowed herself to let her hair down. Then again that was always the price about being the oldest daughter in a pureblood family.

Harry on the other hand, she received some letters from Daphne about him and Astoria's anticipation built up in her mind. She watched him, Harry was everything that she ever dreamed about and that she wanted. Astoria had big plans for the world, even though she could do without a few of the idiots in it, although that could be taken care of rather eagerly.

From what she found out, Harry would be someone that she would eagerly kneel before.

Her thoughts were broken when Ginny Weasley showed up nervously, almost feeling like she walked into the snakepit.

"Have any of you seen Ron?" Ginny asked, trying to keep herself calm and collected.

"No, we haven't," Harry responded when he looked at her. "Do we look like his keeper?"

Ginny flushed a little bit but she held her ground. "No but he's….well he says that you two were best mates."

Harry, Hermione, and Daphne all broke out into laughter about this and even Neville offered a brief chuckle when he heard about this.

"So I take it Ron was….he was lying through his teeth," Ginny responded as she turned her head around and threw her hands into the air in frustration. She was very much not surprised. Given what she knew about her brother, that was about right.

Of course that begged the question, where was Ron? She could have sworn that he was right behind her when they were about to go on the train. Her mother, once again, treating her like she was three.

"So where is Ron?" Hermione whispered to Harry.

"I don't know," Harry answered with a shrug, all he knew was that Ron was not here and that was good enough for him.

The train ride went on with the group talking for most of it without any further interruptions and Harry put all nonessential thoughts like the disappearance of Ron Weasley out of his mind.