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Remus Lupin froze in shock as he watched a beautiful teenage girl walk out of his Godson's tent. When the hell had she arrived!?

"Uhm... cub... who is that?"

"Hm? Oh that is just Hedwig."

"Hedwig... as in your owl Hedwig?"

"Yes, although she isn't an owl right now."

"Yeah... of course, I uhm..."

"Moony, I can trust you right?"

The man focused his gaze away from the girl, who was making her way towards the river they had camped near, and back towards two emerald-eyes. "Yes, of course you can Harry."

"Not many people know about her, it is one of my closest guarded secrets. Hedwig has been with me since as far back as I can remember... she was my only friend."

The Werewolf's heart broke for the boy. He should have been raised with friends and family, not in an orphanage with nothing but... whatever Hedwig was to keep him company.

"I am trusting you not to tell anyone about her."

"I understand cub, and I swear I will not say a word to anyone about this."

The preteen nodded happily, before starting after the girl.

"Oh cub?"

"Hm?"

"What uh, exactly is your relationship with her?"

"We are as close as two people can be without being married."

"O-oh..."

"So to answer your question, yes we are sleeping together." With that he continued on to wash up with the white haired beauty, leaving a stuttering older man behind.

***LoD***

"Hello there young man, my name is Arthur Weasley and this is my wife Molly. I understand you will be staying with us for a bit?"

Harry nodded in response, while Remus gave the man a warm smile, "That is the plan Mr. Weasley."

"Please Remus, just Arthur."

"Arthur then, I know this is imposing a bit with your summer but..."

"Nonsense dear, it only pushes back our timetable a week or two at worst. We still have a full month to spend with Charlie." Molly interrupted in a comforting tone.

"Of course, Dumbledore took out a bit of money for myself and Harry, it should cover any expenses for him for."

"Put that away, we are volunteering to help Remus and we certainly did not do it for compensation. Besides if I read my daughters reactions correctly when we mentioned you would be staying with us I do believe we owe him quite the debt ourselves for this previous year, and that she certainly doesn't mind him staying with us."

The raven-haired boy waved them off, "Just doing what anyone else would in that situation I assure you."

"I think you overestimate what a large portion of people would do Harry..." the Weasley patriarch whispered, before righting himself. "Regardless we would be honored to have you with us Harry, and I am sure that my children feel the same."

***LoD***

"WHAT IS HE DOING HERE!?"

The remaining Weasley children practically jumped from their seats at Ron's indignant shout, while pointing at Harry who had just appeared in the doorway with his parents.

"Harry is going to be staying with us for a bit."

"B-b-but what about Charlie!?"

Arthur gave a small sigh, he knew Ron would be the one to throw a fit about this. "We will be visiting your brother once Harry departs, a little patience won't kill you Ron."

"BUT HE MIGHT!"

Even Molly rolled her eyes at this, "You are being ridiculous Ronald. Harry is not going to hurt you."

"He is a snake!"

"You do realize that is just a mascot..." the boy softly inquired, earning a scowl from the redhead.

"All Slytherins are bad news! I don't want one in my house!"

"Your house Ron? I wasn't aware that this was your house. If I remember correctly I am the one paying for it while your mother maintains it, so unless either of these two responsibilities are going to pass onto you..." The boy's silence was all the confirmation his father needed to continue on. "Then that settles it, Harry you will be staying in Charlie's room for the time being, I was hoping you could stay with Ron but..."

"Probably not the best of ideas Mr. Weasley."

"You can just call me Arthur, and unfortunately I have to agree with you."

***LoD***

After a rather filling meal, Molly Weasley had insisted he take seconds, thirds, and was trying to push fourths when her husband gently admonished her, Arthur Weasley gently asked him for a word in private. As the teen entered the room he noticed that the Weasley Matron was present as well, and the two gestured for him to take a seat as they gently closed the door for privacy.

"Harry, we wanted to talk to you about what happened during the school year."

Said teen nodded, and waited for the adults to choose their words.

"We know," Molly began, "that Ginny was having problems making friends, and the twins told us she had been sick, which Ginny confirmed."

Here Arthur picked up, "We also know when our children are lying to us. Ginny wasn't sick... was she?"

"I don't want to get anyone in trouble..."

The two parents smiled warmly, "You won't dear. We just want to know what happened."

He took a calming breath, "There was a diary."

"Diary?"

"Yes, one that was made with Dark Magic."

The Weasleys had paled dramatically, before the man gave a gentle motion for the boy to continue.

"It was draining her life force, making her do things..."

"L-like what?"

Glancing to the side the boy muttered out his next response, "The Basilisk..."

"Oh good Heavens..."

Said teen nodded, "I wanted to tell you both when you came to the school but with so many other students around... I knew they would blame her."

Arthur Weasley barely managed to nod, his mind spinning as he tried to process what was happening.

"She seems to be okay now, I already told Fred and George to keep an eye on her just in case but I know St. Mungos isn't cheap, I think you should send her there this summer at least for a checkup. I will gladly pay for the expenses.

"H-Harry, you don't need to..."

"I want to, Ginny is a wonderful girl and I hope to see more of her."

"Thank you Harry, that is incredibly generous of you. We will make an appointment before we visit our other son, just in case. Why don't you go finish unpacking, I am sure you are looking forward to sleeping on a bed."

Nodding Harry stood and left, leaving the two adults in silence.

"He really is a good boy. Loyal, kind, generous..."

The man nodded at his wife's assessment.

"Also the way Ginny looks at him..."

"So you are going to give her 'the talk' while I have to do the 'scary older dad' speech to the boy-who-lived?"

Molly laughed, "As if you can pull 'scary' off dear. I will talk to Ginny but... I mean she is around the age where they start getting those urges..."

"Too young for those thoughts." Arthur grumbled, earning another giggle.

"Oh please, I recall the two of us having a bit of 'playful fun' back then."

"I'll show you playful fun." the man growled, before picking the woman up bridle style and carrying her upstairs, much to her delight.

***LoD***

Ginny Weasley did not have a problem.

There was nothing wrong with sneaking out of her room late at night, all children did it at some point in their lives.

There was also no harm in standing in front of a room belonging to an older brother, she missed him dearly after all so this was completely normal.

The fact she had silently unlocked the door and slipped into the room was also no cause for alarm, there was a 'stranger' in the bed and thus it was better that she actually should be checking on them.

In a rather flimsy nightgown, with nothing on underneath it.

Okay so Ginny Weasley did have a problem, but this was brushed aside for the moment as she silently tiptoed closer to the object of her not-so-secret desires. Harry Potter was sleeping mere feet away from where she stood, it would be so easy to slip into bed next to him, to take his hands in hers and place them upon her body. Then he would wake from his slumber... and nature would run its course.

"I can honestly say I do not recall the last time I had someone sneak into a room while I was sleeping."

The redhead froze at the voice that broke the peaceful silence. Apparently he was either far more aware than she realized, or she was not as quiet as she thought.

"H-H-Harry..."

"That is my name."

"I-I can explain."

"I would hope so, it is rather odd for someone wearing very little to sneak into a guests room. Unless this is some odd family tradition I am unaware of?"

"N-no! No of course not, I just... I wanted to see you."

"You saw me all day." the boy helpfully pointed out playfully.

"I... I wanted you to see me."

"Once again, I have seen you all day."

"I mean... like you did back at Hogwarts... I want you to see me."

"Ah, well it seems you missed something in your master plan."

The girl blinked, what had she missed?

"It is dark in here my dear Ginny, makes it rather difficult for me to see you don't you think? Perhaps you came in here for a different reason?"

"I... ummm..."

The boy merely waited, watching her through the darkness as she bit her lip and shifted between her unclad feet. It was obvious she was having a bit of a mental debate, he had seen Hedwig do similar gestures in such situations after all.

"Ginny," the girl glanced up to where he had lifted up the blankets on the bed, "do you want to join me?"

Giving a shy smile, and nod, she slowly crossed the distance before climbing into bed with him.

***LoD***

Hermione Granger eagerly grabbed the offered letter from the brown owl that was perched at her window when she returned from a, once again, silent dinner with her parents. Truth be told this was the only thing she looked forward to anymore.

Homework, casual reading, and time with her family, the most important activities in her life, all seemed unimportant compared to simply reading these letters. It had become more than an obsession, it was her everything and thankfully the letters had continued arriving on standard intervals. Every Friday, without fail, there had been a brown owl sitting at her window, letter in claw.

After hastily retrieving some water and treats for the creature Hermione locked her door and sat down to begin her reading. This one had, like the previous, continued the escalation from what appeared to be a casual friendship to something more... intimate. Phrases such as 'waking up next to you' and 'warmth of your skin' had been replaced with 'your most intimate embrace' and 'taste of your skin'.

Then there was the ever growing, yet still subtle, implication of ownership. At first a corner of her mind had been more than a little hesitant to continue reading with the thought that whoever this person was had practically declared her to 'be his'. But after another week of having literally no one she found a strange comfort in it.

Someone wanted her. Wanted to speak and take care of her, wanted to spend time with her, wanted her to be his. It was something that only occurred in the cheesiest of romance novels... which made the very idea of it happening now send warm tingles down through her body.

She did not know what this upcoming school year would bring, but she was determined to continue her relationship with the mysterious individual.

***LoD***

"Are you ignoring me... again?"

Hedwig made what sounded like a hoot mixed with a 'humph' before turning her head in the opposite direction.

"And what do I have to apologize for now?" Luckily this time the girl had learned her lesson, and morphed back before pointing towards the plain brown owl sitting in a nearby cage.

"That... thing."

"What about him?"

"You replaced me." she accused with a snarl.

"I did no such thing, he is only here to deliver messages to Hermione."

"That is my job."

"Odd, I do so recall you complaining the last time I mentioned doing it."

"That is because..." well she couldn't really think of a good reason that didn't sound suspiciously like whining at the moment, but she was sure that one existed.

"Because you don't like anyone else having my attention?"

"No! Just... female attention..."

"Would you prefer if I became interested in men then? Draco does seem to stare at me a bit more than what would be considered 'normal' for someone his age, and I am sure that Blaise would..."

"Of course not!"

"Then what is the problem?"

"I DO NOT LIKE BEING REPLACED!" The second that the words left her mouth Hedwig found herself pushed against the wall, a pair of lips covering her own while two hands slid from her sides down her legs. She fought... for all of two seconds before giving in and wrapping her arms around the boy's neck in return, deepening the kiss before lifting one leg up and wrapping it around his waist.

After what felt like days he slowly broke the stranglehold he had on her mouth before whispering softly to her, "You will never be replaced, I am using the other owl because it means you are able to be with me instead of delivering mail."

A moment after processing the answer the pale girl released her grip, before pushing her 'boy' back onto the bed and moving forward to straddle him, clearly she needed to apologize for her actions... and she knew just how to do it.

***LoD***

"W-wotcher H-Harry, Mr. Weasley"

The man grinned at the Metamorphmagus, before greeting her in kind. "Sorry to make this short and sweet Miss Tonks, but we sort of have a vacation to run off to."

The woman nodded, her face turning a bit red as she tried to keep her eyes focused on the older man.

"Everything okay Tonks?" The woman nodded slightly, to confirm the older man's peace of mind, and take the suspicion away from her. "Alright... well take care of yourself Harry we will see you at the start of the school year I am sure."

"Of course sir, give your best to your eldest sons for me."

With a nod the man departed with a soft snap.

"W-Well Harry, looks like it is just y-you and me for the next week or so."

The boy nodded as he entered the apartment.

"I know it isn't as spacious as the Burrow but it should be enough for us. There is a secondary bedroom if you want to use it."

What the hell was she doing? Tonks had promised herself that there would be no flirting, that everything would be done as an Auror up until the date planned for that night, and then it would be strictly 'get to know each other'. Just a friendly chat while she did away with any lingering feelings or misguided emotions.

Then she could continue on with her, fairly normal and perfectly legal, life.

That is until he had walked into her life again, and her heart started beating faster than a teenage boy in a girl's locker room, and stuttering like a first year student talking to the Headmaster. It was only through sheer luck that she had managed to bullshit her way through the initial conversation. Now she was practically hinting that he could sleep in her room.

"That will be fine, I had a rather small room at the orphanage so space should be no problem."

The woman's jaw practically dropped, there was no bloody way in hell he didn't know she was flirting... right? But his answer had been perfectly neutral, no sign of teasing, no hint of flirtation or interest... her heart clenched painfully for an unknown reason while she simply nodded in response.

***LoD***

A soft knock brought Harry from whatever inner thoughts he was having as he looked at the Auror standing in the doorway, in a rather beautiful and tight, black dress.

"Hey uh Harry?"

"Hm?"

"I uh... was just thinking..."

"Oh, you must have a date tonight, well don't feel you need to hold back for me, go out and enjoy yourself."

The woman blinked once, then twice, before resisting the urge to scream in frustration. "Actually I was just going to say I hadn't really planned anything for dinner tonight so I was wondering if..."

"If?"

"If uhm... you know..." Merlin what the hell was wrong with her? It felt like the roles were reversed, like she was the teenager approaching the older, confident adult. "If maybe you would like to go out with me... to get food I mean!"

"That sounds rather nice, I will find something appropriate to wear."

The woman nodded, before rushing off to the bathroom. Why she suddenly felt the need to put on makeup she couldn't quite fathom.

***LoD***

"You look... nice tonight Harry" and indeed he did. The Auror had half expected him to be wearing his Hogwarts robes or something else that a young boy might find 'dressy' but instead it was a suite of various shades of black and gray, each color accenting the others and creating a rather amazing effect.

"As do you" the boy replied, smiling at the woman before returning his gaze to the menu, thus missing the huff of annoyance from the woman. It wasn't like she wanted him to stare at her, she had chosen the dress on a whim nothing more, but it wouldn't kill him to pay her a little bit of attention during the date.

'No, not a date. This isn't a date.' the woman reminded herself. 'This is to prevent dates... and everything that goes along with that, such as going back to the apartment with the person, and undressing in a room next to them, and maybe...' Again Tonks shook her head to rid herself of the mental images that threatened to overwhelm her.

She should be grateful he didn't seem to care about her, that he had seemingly moved on. It was a natural reaction after all, she was far older than him and since she would not be stationed at Hogwarts this coming year there would be no them. This dismissal was proof of that, and how incompatible they were.

"Hmmm the 'Ragu' sounds quite good, or perhaps the 'Tortellini'." What are you planning on having Tonks?"

"Wine... lots and lots of wine..." the woman muttered to herself.

***LoD***

"Whoops!" Harry rolled his eyes as the Auror stumbled over her own feet again, nearly falling to the ground as a result. Apparently she could not hold her alcohol nearly as well as she had claimed, and was now beyond the point of requiring aid to get back to her room. Luckily the restaurant hadn't been far from her apartment, otherwise Harry would have had to figure out how to Magically transport both of them back together.

"D-did you have fun Harry?" the woman practically slurred out.

"Oh yes, I do so enjoy having a drunken woman staring at me throughout my meal while muttering obscene things under her breath."

"Gooooooood because it was fuuuuuuuuuun."

"I am sure it was Tonks."

Finally he managed to get her door open and allowed her to stagger inside, only to watch as the woman fell over, once again.

"Whoopsie... again! Looks like you will have to carry me."

"It is a good thing I am considerably stronger than I look otherwise I would be dragging you to your room." the boy-who-lived replied, before picking up the woman bridal-style and carrying her to her bedroom and laying her down.

"Mmmmm... where are you going?"

"To bed, I do believe the date is over."

"Oh no no no no. The night isn't over yettttttt." the woman purred... or at least attempted to do while drunkenly slurring at the same time.

"You should get some rest Tonks, otherwise you will be even more of a pain in the morning while you are hung over."

"Exactly! I am going to be hung over anyway so might as well enjoy the here and now, and the only thing I want to enjoy is you."

With a sigh the boy turned back, and slowly approached the woman, who began to 'sexily' undress herself... or at least attempt to.

"Tonks?"

"Yesssss Harry?"

"Do you feel tired?"

"No... why do you..." A second later her eyelids dropped as she passed out.

"No reason."

***LoD***

Hedwig eyed 'her boy' suspiciously as he entered their room. She had known that he was planning on going out to eat with their current 'roommate' and thus wasn't sure if she should expect him to return or not. A moment later and she was standing against the wall in her human form, before sniffing the air. "You smell like wine."

"Tonks smells like wine." He quickly corrected before going through his trunk for evening clothes.

"And you smell like her..."

"Because I helped her back to her room, unless you think I should have left her at the restaurant..." for a brief moment the boy seemed to be considering it, before shrugging and continuing his search.

"So you didn't..."

"Didn't what?" There was a harsh edge to his voice, one that caused the white-haired girl to flinch slightly at the tone.

"I... no never mind I know you didn't I'm sorry."

"I am not interested in drunk sex Hedwig."

"I know... I just get jealous sometimes and... well you have seen what happens."

He nodded slightly, before climbing into the bed, her eyes watching him wearily. A second later he pulled back the covers and gestured to the small space next to him. "Are you going to get into bed or not?"

Her warm smile reappeared as she quickly nodded.

***LoD***

"Good morning Tonksie."

The woman grumbled as she staggered into the living room, ignoring the obviously faked happiness radiating off the boy. She knew what had occurred the night before, and thus wasn't at all surprised that he would find someway to punish her... but couldn't he have at least been a little less chipper about it?

"I made you a smoothie, according to a book I read it helps deal with the 'after effects' of heavy drinking."

"Glorious" she muttered, before practically falling into the chair.

"Oh come now no need to be upset, it is a lovely day. The sun is shining, the birds are singing."

"Uh huh." the Auror replied, while taking a sip of the juice.

"And I didn't even take advantage of your offer for drunk sex last night."

Nymphadora Tonks promptly spat out whatever had been in her mouth, before devolving into a coughing fit for at least ten seconds.

"Wh-what!?"

"Oh come now we both know you remember."

"I... I..." what the hell was she supposed to say to that? "I'm sorry Harry, last night was... a mistake. I shouldn't have been drinking at all while on protection duty. We shouldn't have gone out, I shouldn't have... I'm sorry."

"No harm done, perhaps I will cook dinner here tonight instead?"

"That would be lovely."

Half a day later and Tonks' plans were already falling apart. Her original goal of 'realize that Harry Potter was a child and thus not qualified for an adult relationship' had begun to crash and burn the moment she had walked into her kitchen and seen the candlelit dinner waiting for her. Never in all her years of dating had any of her boyfriends been even half this romantic.

Even worse was that he was apparently an amazing cook, and made their dinner from the previous night look like takeout leftovers.

"It wasn't supposed to be this way..." the Auror muttered sullenly as she stared down at her plate, after finishing the delightful meal.

"Something wrong Tonks?"

"I just... you weren't supposed to be like this."

"I am afraid I am a bit confused, what exactly are..."

"THIS! This perfect! You were supposed to be some stupid kid who I had a one time fling with and then never saw again until you were an adult! You were supposed to like Quidditch, and kid games, and be immature, and eat cereal for dinner and and and..." She was breaking and she knew it. If it continued she was going to end up crying in front of him.

Her, a twenty year old woman was about to have an emotional break down because of a thirteen year old boy. How pathetic could she get?

"I hear it is better to let it all out rather than holding it in Tonks..."

Merlin he was even more emotionally sensitive than the adults she had dated! Before she realized what had happened she had apparently stood, moved around the table, and had begun crying into his shirt.

"There there, it is all going to be okay, just tell me how I can help."

"J-just stop being so perfect... stop... making me fall in love with you." The woman was certain that her muffled reply would be covered up, that the boy wouldn't hear it. She was wrong.

The first kiss had nearly taken him off guard. The second one, however, did not and within minutes she was maneuvering them through her apartment to her bedroom, their clothing falling as they went.

The two would not leave the apartment for the rest of the week.

***LoD***

"Ah hello my boy, how has your summer been?"

"Quite the experience Headmaster, and yours?"

The old man smiled warmly, Harry truly was the epitome of politeness. It was disappointing that Severus was so suspicious of him. "As well as it can be. With everything that has occurred in the past few months I won't be able to look after you for too long, but I hope you make yourself at home for the brief time you are here."

The child nodded, before going towards his room to unpack. Moments later an owl arrived, earning a frown from the Headmaster.

"Is something wrong sir?"

"It appears so my boy. An emergency session of the Wizengamot has been called to address the situation at Azkaban..." here the elderly wizard paused. The next person 'in line' to take care of Harry wouldn't be ready for at least another forty-eight hours, which meant that he would either have to leave the child behind or take him along to the Ministry.

"Harry... how would you like to join me in attending a Wizengamot session? It would be a rather interesting experience for you, as well as your first introduction to a world of politics if you find them interesting."

"That would be rather delightful sir, thank you."

***LoD***

Albus Dumbledore found himself in a rather odd situation. He was secretly wishing that instead of dealing with a room full of older Witches, Wizards, and their squabbling, that instead they could be replaced with copies of the incredibly courteous young boy who was silently waiting in a corner, while disguised of course, watching on. Surely if a mere schoolboy could keep proper etiquette then adults could as well?

Apparently not, as the great room was almost devolving into several shouting matches... and all over the least important of issues.

"No, YOU don't understand what is at stake here! If we were to raise the tax on magical transportation by even half of a percent we risk causing riots! No one would be able to afford to commute or travel. THE ENTIRE ECONOMY WOULD SHUT DOWN!"

"And if we do not!? How in Merlin's name do you expect to finance the newly colored Auror outfits without this money?"

"I say we readdress that issue entirely." Another woman interrupted the arguing pair from nearby. "The color change from cardinal to crimson is completely unacceptable, if anything it should be carnelian that replaces the current primary pigment!"

"Only because you are in control of the largest carnelian dye manufacturer in England!"

The woman responded with a, rather pathetic, look of shock and disbelief. "I will have you know that two studies have shown a six percent increase in productivity by those wearing carnelian as opposed to those who are forced to don crimson or cardinal!"

And so on, and so on until Dumbledore was practically fighting the urge to fire off a couple dozen 'cannon blast' spells to deafen everyone in the room... or at least himself.

"Excuse me Chief Warlock."

Pausing, Albus turned to glance over at the current Minister of Magic, whose eyes were shifting between himself and the boy currently seated in the corner.

"Yes Minster?"

"Could you inform this body as to why there is a child sitting in on a closed session of the Wizengamot."

"I am currently acting as his guardian and since I was called to this meeting..."

"That is not our problem Albus, he will need to leave immediately."

"You would rather him wander the Ministry alone?"

The man bit back a response. With the ruling legislative government watching his every move he couldn't exactly demand a child be sent out into the building without escort.

"No... no of course not we will..." as Fudge turned back to the boy he saw his hair part for just a split second... and a lightning bolt scar hidden beneath. "On second thought I will be happy to escort him. I am not currently involved in any debates for this afternoon so I am free to show him around for a while."

"I do not think..."

"Dumbledore" one of the representatives called out, changing his focus of attention, "we still have much to discuss. I am sure that the Minister will take good care of your charge, now if you please?"

A reluctant sigh escaped his mouth, before the elderly man nodded. "Yes... yes of course."

***LoD***

"I am rather surprised," Fudge began as he walked next to the boy through the halls, "that Dumbledore would bring the great boy-who-lived to a meeting of the Wizengamot."

Harry shrugged, apparently not being surprised in the least bit at his identity being discovered. "It was last minute and we didn't have any other options at the time."

"Of course... of course... so Harry, may I call you Harry?"

"I..."

"Good, so Harry what would you like to see first? I could show you around my office, or perhaps to the DMLE, or maybe..."

"Actually sir, I was wondering... well no don't worry about it."

"What? What is it Harry?"

"It is just... I keep hearing about someone named 'Sirius Black' but I haven't been told much about him..."

"You... haven't?"

"No..." Emerald eyes fell to the floor in a mixture of shame and sadness.

"Well... we will just have to remedy that wont we? Let's go and see what we can dig up, bit of an adventure eh?" Fudge grinned as the boy's face lit up in a smile.

Inwardly Harry wondered if all politicians were this idiotic.

***LoD***

"Harry!"

"Hello Luna."

"Miss Lovegood, is your father home?" Filius inquired as he dropped the boy off at the next 'stop'.

"Oh not right now, daddy said he would be back soon though."

"Ah of course, I should probably wait for him though..."

"It is okay Professor, I know you have a lot of preparation for school, I am sure we will be fine."

"Well, I suppose... I will see you both in the fall alright? Stay safe Harry."

"Of course sir."

Moments later the man disappeared with a snap, before the boy's hand was grabbed and he was dragged into the house by the eager young blonde.

"Oh we are going to have so much fun this week my Lord!"

"I am sure we will, when should we expect your father's return?"

"September, maybe, he always says that he will 'be back soon' when he goes on a trip but it always takes him weeks to return."

"I see."

Luna grinned as they finally reached her room. "You can sleep in here with me!"

"Sounds lovely my Moon Princess."

If possible her smile grew even brighter. "You know my Lord, today is a special day."

"Oh?"

"Mhmmmm do you know why?"

The raven-haired teen took on a 'thinking expression' as he went through his mental calendar. "Well there aren't any major holidays, school is not in session so there aren't any celebrations or anniversaries there..."

The girl was practically bouncing on her feet as she impatiently waited for him to 'give up'.

"So then I suppose the only other option would be that it is your birthday."

Her happy squeal rang through the house as she practically tackled the boy. No one had remembered her birthday in years. Not since her mother had passed.

"Which I suppose means we will be going shopping then hm?"

To the young blonde this might have been the best day she had in years.

***LoD***

"Oooo what about that store next?"

"Wherever you want to go Moon Princess, as I mentioned before it is your birthday."

Luna nodded excitedly before doing a bit of 'window shopping'. In the meantime the boy had halted and turned to eye a large black dog that was happily trotting around. It too froze, and turned to make eye contact with him.

For a moment it seemed as though the world melted away as Sirius Black and Harry Potter stared at each other, then another second passed before a dark smile crossed the boy-who-lived's face. Turning he continued after his companion, leaving a confused Animagus behind.

***LoD***

"Did you have fun today Luna?"

"I did my Lord! You bought me so many pretty things!"

"I am glad you enjoyed them. So is there anything you did not get for your birthday that you wanted?"

"Just one."

"Oh?"

Her blue eyes sparkled excited as she nodded, before grabbing his hand and dragging him from the couch and towards her room. "The only other thing I want is for you to take this pretty dress off of me."

The boy chuckled as he shook his head, giving up trying to argue with the girl.

***LoD***

"Hello Harry."

"Hello Professor Sinistra."

"Oh please, just call me Aurora. You are staying with me for the next week, no need to be so formal."

"Of course Aurora."

The dark-skinned woman smiled warmly, before showing him to his room. "I hope you have had a good summer so far Harry."

"I have, and yours?"

"A bit... lonely I will admit." In truth the professor had felt as thought something was missing or, despite her own denials, someone.

"Well luckily I can help fix that."

"Yes, it will be nice having someone to talk to."

The boy nodded before setting his trunk onto the floor and jumping back onto the bed with a slight bounce. "So what would you like to talk about Aurora?"

There had been something in his voice, some huskiness in his tone that broke whatever 'professional' barriers the woman had attempted to construct. Without another word she stepped into the room, closing the door behind her as she slowly advanced towards the boy.

"Oh... I can think of a few things..."

***LoD***

"Greetings my Lord" Draco Malfoy happily proclaimed as he took a seat across from the raven-haired boy, who was just finishing up with a fairly large book.

"Hello Draco, how was your summer?"

"Dull, who knew that two months sitting around a mansion with nothing to do could be boring."

"Indeed."

"What about you? What have you been up to?"

Just as he was about to answer the door opened, allowing for Blaise, Greg, Vincent, and Pansy to enter with their respective greetings.

"Not much, being moved between various safe houses in order to avoid a crazed maniac hell-bent on killing me, all the while seducing various Witches to have sex for hours upon end."

Everyone simply stared dumbstruck at the boy, and he was quite sure he could detect more than a little jealousy in Pansy's eyes

"Lucky bastard..."

Draco managed to swat the dark skinned boy over the back of the head, and gave a sharp glare to follow. "I-I mean... I am incredibly impressed my Lord."

Harry merely chuckled, "Seduction is an easy skill Blaise, all you need to understand is what attracts the person you are with and change to accommodate."

"Sure it sounds easy," Vincent grumbled from nearby, "but it can't be that simple."

Emerald-eyes flashed in amusement, before turning onto the only female in the carriage, who swallowed nervously. "So Pansy,"

Again there was a certain tone in his voice that seemed to warm the entire room. "How was your summer?"

"I-I... umm... It was uh good..."

"Oh? Anything exciting happen? Any boys I should be jealous of?"

The girl discreetly rubbed her thighs together, before taking another attempt at a calming breath. "N-no o-of course not..."

"Hmmm, I am so glad to hear that. I so missed your company over those two months. Why it seemed like I could not go a day or night without thinking of you."

The boys watched in awe as the girl seemed her have a full-face blush, before squirming nervously. "O-oh..."

"Would you like to sit a bit... closer to me Pansy?"

The girl nodded shyly, before standing and moving towards the empty seat next to him, only to have a hand reach and and pull her onto his lap.

"Oops... I hope this isn't... too close."

"N-n-n..." Words failed to describe the warmth rushing through her body, the images in her mind about how truly close they were. Although the other could not tell their positioning was such that if they weren't wearing clothes they would be dangerously close to having sex.

"It really is quite convenient of them to require such long robes don't you think?" At this point he was practically whispering in her ear. "Imagine what activities we could be doing under them and no one even know..."

Pansy was moments away from slipping her hands between them to free 'him' and push aside her own knickers when the train came to a screeching halt, and the lights began to flicker.

***LoD***