Chapter 36 - For The Greater Good III

Harry fell to his knees while looking down at the distant grounds. Dumbledore's body lay there, lifeless, burnt in places. Only McGonagall was beside it as she held the body and apparated away before anyone else could arrive.

Harry fell back, his body exhausted more than ever in his life. His magic was depleted and his internal bodily injuries were far too many. Although he fought Dumbledore, who now only possessed a tiny fraction of his full power, it was enough to leave Harry physically devastated.

"Professor!"

Lying there in the rubble, he gripped Dumbledore's wand before shutting his eyes and losing himself to pain, injury, and exhaustion.

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Harry woke up a few hours later in the hospital wing. As soon as he woke up, he rubbed his eyes with his hands as the last memories before he fell circled in his thoughts. I-I killed Dumbledore!

"You did not."

Harry looked up. Professor McGonagall entered the hospital wing. With a wave of her wand, she shut all the doors and windows of the large hall.

"Headmaster had mere hours left to live." McGonagall stood beside his bed and explained. "He feared you wouldn't be prepared to do what's required when you'll eventually face Voldemort. I was against it, but he wanted it."

"But I still killed him!" Harry blurted, feeling conflicted. "It was my magic that killed him! P-Professor Slughorn said that killing is the darkest thing a wizard can commit."

"You didn't kill him, Harry. It was Dumbledore's will. Besides, he had a greater reason." McGonagall took out Dumbledore's wand and placed it on the side table beside Harry. "The Elder Wand."

Harry picked up the oddly shaped wand and felt it in his grip. It felt like his own, as if it had always been his since forever.

"But…"

"The only way the Elder Wand can change its holder is if the current holder is defeated. Dumbledore had no other choice, Harry. With his depleted power, he knew you'd be able to defeat him, and you did," McGonagall added.

Harry gritted his teeth and stared at the wand silently. "People will forever remember me as his killer now."

"No, they won't. Even before the duel happened, Dumbledore sent letters to the Ministry and ICW. He had already declared that his end has come and professed his desire to be buried in the school grounds." McGonagall revealed a book she had brought. "The man you fought had already died, Harry. He passed on a great responsibility to you, so I ask you to put your faith in him one last time."

But I still killed him. Harry tried his best to stop tears from welling up in his eyes. Is this punishment?

"Your friends will join you in an hour." McGonagall placed the book beside his pillow and left. She had her own thoughts to quell, after all. As the new Headmaster, there was a lot to do.

Alone, Harry sat up in the bed and grabbed the book McGonagall had brought. It was thin and handwritten. He had never seen Dumbledore's handwriting but he was sure this was written by him.

"Harry, if you're reading this, it means I'm no longer alive. I had plenty of matters to discuss with you before, but due to Voldemort's interference in your mind, I couldn't. Despite all the negative effects of Voldemort's magic on you, I never doubted that you'd win against him…"

Harry read the whole thing in one sitting.

It detailed Dumbledore's recollection of his parents, his thoughts on him, and his hopes for the future. It detailed some of the hints about Voldemort, his apology for not doing enough, and much more.

By the end, Harry sighed and placed the book aside.

So you always knew, Professor. Harry felt ashamed of what he had done. Yet you want me to keep Bellatrix under my command.

"Harry!"

Hermione and Ron ran in just then, both unaware of what had just happened. The official excuse for his current condition was a magical experiment gone wrong.

"Why didn't you tell me? I could have helped," Hermione asked angrily.

"I thought I was the dumb one, Harry," Ron said and sat beside him on the bed. "It's good that it's not serious."

Harry just forced a smile and kept nodding. It was hard to lie so much so he chose silence. Dumbledore's death was a secret he had to take to his grave. Luckily, the end wasn't that far away either.

"Did you hear about Professor Dumbledore?" Hermione inquired, worried that it'd pain Harry deeply.

"I know," Harry replied softly. "When's the funeral?"

"Tomorrow," Ron answered.

Harry knew McGonagall was trying to hold the funeral quickly so nobody would suspect anything. But even that felt criminal.

All for the greater good? Then where does it end?

"Ron, we should let Harry rest." Hermione noticed Harry's complexion and chose to leave.

Soon, Harry shut his eyes and fell asleep alone in the hospital wing. He kept the Elder Wand firmly hidden underneath his shirt.

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The funeral happened without much fanfare. The school staff, students, and some representatives from the Ministry arrived to oversee everything. Following that, the tomb was built beside the lake.

The days following remained depressing for Harry as he took the sixth-year exams. Everything felt too calm as if it was a silence before the storm.

Before he knew it, the sixth year came to an end and he left the school secretly with the help of McGonagall instead of taking the normal train. To keep his location a secret, he didn't go to the Dursleys anymore and instead went to 12 Grimmauld Place; To spend his entire summer there.

"Master Potter has returned." Kreacher was there to welcome him.

Harry nodded at him and pushed his luggage towards the house elf. Dobby was there too, cleaning the place. "Where is Mrs. Malfoy?"

"She be in her room, Master," Kreacher answered and dragged the luggage upstairs to Harry's room.

Harry followed behind and walked upstairs. It was better to greet the guest living in his house before going to rest. It was already evening so they were going to have dinner together anyway. Though more than anything, Harry hoped to confirm if what Bellatrix said was true.

Knock! Knock!

Narcissa opened the door after a few moments, appearing in her usual aristocratic dress. A long, full-sleeved dress that hid everything on her except for her hands and face. Her hair was loose and draping, however.

"Mr. Potter," she greeted.

Harry breathed deeply, unable to lie to himself. He did find her beautiful and highly arousing. But he no longer held the gullible look on his face anymore, nor the smirking smile.

It didn't miss Narcissa's sharp eyes. There was something different about Harry now, she could see it. He no longer appeared naive or immature.

Harry forced a smile on his lips. "Good evening, Narcissa."

Her jaw tightened as he didn't use any honorifics. The memory of what had happened in Hogsmeade was still fresh for her. "I hope you had a fruitful year."

Harry tried to glance at her belly to see any signs of something. "I did… I'll see you at dinner then."

Was Bellatrix wrong? Harry wondered and went to his room to take a shower and change clothes. I'll have to confirm it myself then.

A few hours later, both of them sat face to face at the dinner table. Harry could see Narcissa didn't have much interest in conversing with him. But he still entertained her, the least he could do after what he had done to her, and for what he was about to do.

"With Dumbledore gone, dealing with the Dark Lord will become tricky. I'm afraid you'll have to hide here for a little while longer," Harry suggested.

Narcissa nodded softly, not even looking at Harry. "What other choice do I have?... I'm done eating."

The blonde witch patted her lips clean with the napkin and left the dining table, back to lock herself in her room.

Harry sighed and ate his dinner by himself. At least Dobby was there and he was a far better buddy to chat with than any. The amount of stories and gossip he knew could shake wizarding Britain. It was shocking to Harry how ignorant wizards were regarding the overpowered abilities of house elves.

Eventually, Harry returned to his bedroom and sat by the study table. Almost two hours to midnight, he reckoned people would still be awake. So, he fetched a piece of paper and started writing a letter.

[Auror Moody, I'm writing this letter to you with great urgency. I'm afraid the fight against the Dark Lord will take a turn for the worse as they may feel bolstered by Professor Dumbledore's passing.

As I prepare for what's to come, I wish to inform you about a Death Eater that was recently given a Dark Mark.

Like Lucius Malfoy, Draco Malfoy has also chosen to serve the Dark Lord. This year, he entered the school with a task in mind, an order he received directly from the Dark Lord. I caught him trying to repair an old vanishing cabinet in school to aid Death Eaters in invading Hogwarts directly, the main goal was to kill Professor Dumbledore.

I thwarted his attempt, luckily. You can find the other part of the cabinet at Borgin and Burkes in Knockturn Alley. Draco is still young, so I hope he can be sent to Azkaban soon so we can stop him from committing an even worse crime that may grant him a Dementor's kiss instead...]

Harry soon finished writing the letter and sealed it in an envelope. Then, he sent it directly to Alastor Moody with his owl. He had no doubt that Moody would do anything in his power to throw Draco in Azkaban as soon as possible.

With nothing to do, Harry relaxed in his chair and sighed. He felt like a villain, an evil man while doing that. But he couldn't bring himself to not do it.

As long as Draco is free, he'll always be a danger to my offspring, especially from Narcissa. Harry reasoned with himself as if trying to convince himself that he wasn't evil. I'm sorry, but I have to be selfish this time… If this makes me evil, so be it.

He didn't know to whom he was apologizing.

"Let's check on Narcissa then." Harry got up from the chair and stretched his arms. It was almost midnight on the clock. So, he took off his T-shirt and walked out of his room. In the same corridor, at the further end, he stood outside Narcissa's room.

He paused there for a moment, his hand resting on the doorknob. I don't have the luxury of waiting and choosing. If Narcissa isn't already with child… I'll make it happen.

After taking a long breath, he finally turned the doorknob and opened the door. The room was dimly lit, only the bedside table lamps giving some light. Though Harry froze as soon as he entered the room and shut the door.

There on the bed, Narcissa sat, her back against the headboard, her knees raised to one side. Her attire was a simple, silky silver nightgown that went only to her knees, supported on her shoulder by thin straps, and completely sleeveless.

The silk traced the curves of her substantial breasts. Her legs were particularly visible, all the way to her upper thighs, it was too short and already bunched up.

Her hair was still untied, flowing down to the smooth skin of her shoulder, and she held a book in her hand. Her dainty, slender fingers skimmed through the pages.

She sat there like a maiden waiting to be called out.

I have to do this. Harry reminded himself and stepped towards the bed's foot side. I'll be dead soon anyway.

"What's the meaning of this, Mr. Potter?" Narcissa asked, quickly putting the book aside and straightening her legs.

Harry still gazed at her figure from her toes to her face, relishing in all that came in between. With her age, she had only grown more charming, like a finely aged wine. Her voluminous bosom, her wide hips, her creamy full legs. He could almost feel the urge to sink his fingers into her soft flesh, making her cry out for him to do more and more.

As for her face, it didn't need any words of compliment. Every little expression she made when he penetrated her heated body the first time ran through his mind.

"What do you think?" Harry replied and took off his pants. In only underwear, he crawled onto the bed, spreading Narcissa's legs with his own hands.

She didn't protest and allowed him.

Harry gripped both of her ankles and pulled down her body until she lay straight on the bed, her head on the pillow. Then, he traced his palm upwards to her shins, her knees, going under her nightgown, and reaching her soft thighs.

Goosebumps? Harry felt every reaction from her skin. Her face held a faint, hidden blush of shame while her eyes remained firm and serious.

Harry continued to go upwards, lifting her silky gown up, pushing it above her naked, soft belly, and then finally over her pale, succulent, curvaceous breasts.

"Ah!" Narcissa moaned, feeling both her sensitive hills between Harry's claws.

Harry leaned over her on the bed, eclipsing her ripe body, pressing his veiled hard cock over her covered slit that required his further attention. But he wanted to focus on her face first since this night was more than just fucking.

He desired her acceptance instead.

"Ummm!" Narcissa squirmed as he became rough with his hands. However, her eyes remained locked with Harry's as he lowered his face towards her. But just before his lips landed on her she gulped and spoke. "I'm pregnant!"

Music to my ears!

Harry didn't even react and still landed his lips on her velvety skin and kissed her softly. It was short as he pulled his face up again for a quick moment, gazing deeply and heatedly into her blue eyes.

"Then this is nothing but a normal occurrence between a man and…" Harry nestled his face between her ear and her neck and kissed there before uttering his last word. "...his woman."

My woman.

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