Harry's Perspective

"Damn, I missed this." Harry smiled as he lay in bed with Fleur's head on his chest, both of them completely without clothes and covered by nothing but the bed covers. The two were sweaty with smiles on their faces.

"I would be offended if you did not." Fleur replied with an amused smile. "I have to admit that I have also missed this."

"You know, I still find it hard to believe that this is happening." Harry said as he absently rubbed circles on her back.

"What do you mean?" She asked, enjoying the circles he was making.

"Having a girl in my bed, never mind an extremely beautiful one like you."

"Why does that feel so hard to believe?" She asked.

"When I was younger my uncle pretty much beat into me how unwanted I am and how I would never be loved or even liked by anyone." Harry admitted. "Do you know how at a certain age most boys would get a talk from their guardians or parents where they would explain the whole boys-girls thing?"

"Yes, why?"

"My uncle's idea of the talk was saying to me 'listen up freak, if you ever dare to touch a girl or get one pregnant then I will smash your skull in and rip your cock off'."

"That's horrible!" Fleur gasped, struggling with what she had just heard.

"He was actually pretty calm that day, or at least calmer than usual," Harry responded. "funnily enough when they died everyone expected me to be sad and teary about it."

"Where you? Even a little?" Fleur asked.

"No, the tamest emotion I ever felt for them was dislike. If I was not cleaning, cooking or suffering in some manner or form then they were not happy." Harry replied.

"I am sorry that you had to go through that." She said in a soft voice.

"It's fine," Harry said, waving her off. "I am just glad that they can't do anything to me anymore and that I don't have to deal with them. Now it is just me and Sirius here."

"Hmm, that is good, I am glad for you." Fleur smiled before she shifted so she was now straddling him. "Now, perhaps we could go for an encore."

"Perhaps we could." Harry grinned.

The next day Harry was up in his room, peacefully enjoying himself as he read the Potter family grimoire, he was currently reading a part that was written by his grandfather and talked about his father and how his father acted as a child before Hogwarts.

"Harry," Sirius's voice called. "can you come down here please? We have a...guest."

Harry sighed and walked downstairs, judging by the way Sirius said 'guest' Harry was quickly able to guess who he was talking about and decided to just hurry up and get it over with, he walked downstairs and into the drawing room where he saw Sirius sitting opposite none other than Albus bloody Dumbledore.

"Hey Sirius, you yelled?" Harry asked as he sat down on the arm rest of the chair that Sirius was sitting in.

"Yes, apparently the headmaster wants to talk to us both." Sirius replied.

"Let me take a guess," Harry said as he looked at Dumbledore. "is this about Granger?"

"Indeed it is Harry," Dumbledore nodded, he was tempted to mention Harry's use of Miss Granger's last name but decided not to. "I had visited St Mungo's hospital yesterday and talked with Miss Granger and the rest of the Weasley's. There was a bit of a divide between them."

"Oh?" Harry raised an eyebrow. "Do tell."

"Well Mr Weasley, young Ginerva and the twins were saying that the blame for what happened rested on Miss Granger's shoulders. Ronald, Mrs Weasley and Miss Granger were saying the opposite. All I know for sure is that Miss Granger is no longer able to use her right arm and has been kicked out of Number 12 Grimmauld Place, so I was hoping that perhaps one of you could explain what has happened."

"Well there is a bit of a story behind that, but long story short it was Granger's fault." Harry responded.

"Perhaps you could make the story slightly longer Harry." Dumbledore suggested in a dry tone.

"If I must," Harry shrugged. "I have in my hand the Potter family grimoire," Harry said as he held up the Potter family grimoire so Dumbledore could see it. "a couple of days ago Granger saw me reading it and asked me about it. I told her that it was the Potter family grimoire, I figured she might have knew what that meant but apparently she did not know. She asked if she could read it, I refused of course and she went into a bloody loud rant when Ginny and I explained that nobody other than members of the Potter family could read it. Then I went out to Diagon alley."

"You should have stayed here Harry," Dumbledore frowned. "it is safer for you here."

"Yes, but you also thought that the safest place for me was at the Dursley's, that ended with me putting with years of abuse only to be attacked by a dark and very dangerous wizard in broad daylight." Harry replied. Dumbledore made a face at the reminder, he had not yet told Harry why this Apophis was able to attack him, If Apophis was truly a creation of Harry's blood along with Voldemort who also had Harry's blood in him then it made sense for the blood wards to not hold him back. Dumbledore was tempted to tell Harry now but decided to hold off until he could have time to properly weigh up the pros and cons of telling him. "Anyway, like I was saying, I was out in Diagon Alley when I ran into Fleur."

"You mean Miss Delacour? The Beuaxbaton Triwizard champion?" Dumbledore asked.

"Yes, the very same." Harry nodded. "Anyway she asked if she could visit, I told her I would ask Sirius, I came back and asked Sirius if she could come. Sirius agreed."

"Sirius," Dumbledore said. "do you not think you should talk with me before allowing someone else access to the house?"

"Oh, I did not know that I needed your permission to invite someone into my own house." Sirius said, narrowing his eyes at Dumbledore.

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