Mirrored Dimensions

Chapter XV

Love in Need

Ginevra "Ginny" Weasley had a big problem. She had to make a fool of herself in front of the Boy-Who-Lived; her hero. Well hero to the Magical World at least. She would just have to remember that or make a complete fool of herself. This was her possible future husband after all, and she didn't want him to think she was a dopey idiot or something.

Her cheeks were already lit up bright red as she was standing in front of the fire in her house watching the flames bright emerald flames licking up at the roof of the fireplace inviting her to walk through to get to Harry's cottage. She had already said the name of her destination, but taking some deep calming breaths did little to take care of her nerves.

Her mother was still furious from when her father had come home and laid out Harry Potter's offer. It was fair as far as she could tell, and would leave her family debt free. And though she didn't care about politics and everything it would leave her and by extension; her family very connected.

Her family had been foolish enough to take from Dumbledore something that never belonged to the old man, (even if they didn't know that at the time). And this was to get them out of the very confusing and messy situation. She just hoped they learnt from their mistakes so nothing like it happened again because next time their might not be an acceptable out.

She always knew there was something odd about the weird old man, Albus Dumbledore, but she had never expected him to use someone else's money without permission. Maybe he had just become so desperate, so in need that he made a mistake, or maybe he takes on so much and didn't trust anyone else to help him that he saw no choice.

Ginny wouldn't allow those excuses to stand because it was still wrong. But she supposed without that money her family would have been in some serious trouble. She would just have to hope that everything worked out well in the end, and that nothing else would go wrong because of his criminal activity. Dumbledore was lucky he wasn't going to jail for stealing. It was lucky he didn't just give the money away or he would have.

Molly Weasley; her mother didn't like this idea of her being married to Harry so young, especially since he had other contracts, and likely more would arrise. But Ginny would have to deal with that herself. She didn't really mind too much. Hopefully she would make some great friends out of the deal.

Ginny's mum gave in reluctantly after some talking where her dad, Arthur Weasley. Her dad had to assure her mum that Harry was a nice boy, so she let it drop, (for then at least). The twins also came to Harry's defence, though they didn't like the idea of contractual marriage any more than any of them they still liked Harry.

Apparently Harry knew how to have a good time, and how to beat up fully grown mountain trolls. So he was strong and would be able to look after her.

Ginny had first been excited, though she hid that well, but finding out that her hero had already accepted other contracts made her feel unsure, (maybe a little scared they wouldn't like her as many of them would come from wealthier families). However, she was pleased that Harry was kind enough to leave the choice up to her. But she was already sure she was going to agree. Especially since Harry sounded like such a great guy.

She didn't want to think about what could happen if she refused. Her family would be worse off than they had ever been, even with the promotion her dad might be getting soon, which was nice of Harry to help him get. Her dad had been offered promotions before, but previously refused as he liked where he was.

Ginny knew she couldn't let her family down. It might not be her responsibility, but she couldn't let them starve or go without if all it takes is living with Harry and being one of his wives. And she blushed as she thought about other stuff she would get to do-naughty stuff.

She just needed to think about that to blush as she read about stuff like that in the weird book she found in her second eldest brothers room when he moved out recently while she was sneaking through the stuff he left behind in bosses. She still couldn't quite believe boys and girls did those things when they were in love, but it made her feel strangely tingly thinking about doing that stuff with Harry, and she was a little scared that he would want to do that kind of thing straight-away. And the thought of being naked in front of him worried her. What if he didn't like her body, or expected her to have boobs? Because she didn't yet.

However, she had to shake those thoughts off right then; she could worry about that latter. She had already made sure to hide that book back in her brothers old room while she was away as it would be super embarrassing if a snoop found it. And it had a few naughty pictures in it off a woman, so no. she would rather not think about what her mother would say or do or how embarrassing she would be, likely confronting her in front of everyone.

Shaking her head clear as her cheeks burnt away she looked to her mum. Her mother had been crying a lot with worry since they realised they had been put in so much debt (to them at least) that they could just barely afford the essentials. If it wasn't for Hogwarts funding, she wouldn't be able to go. She may not be very old yet; she did know enough about money and other things she probably shouldn't.

She looked back to the emerald flames of the fire. They reminded her of Harry's eyes. She had seen Harry standing between the barriers to the train to Hogwarts before the start of term. He had the most amazing smile she had ever seen, cheeky and mischievous. He was certainly a fun person. And she could honestly say that Harry stood out a lot, dressed the way he was. And he had the most beautiful green eyes she had ever seen, peeking over his sunglasses. He was dressed casually in muggle clothes and made them work for him.

Ginny brushed down her blue robe while taking a very deep breath. Her robe was a little old, but it was the nicest one she owned. She had some other clothes in her backpack, and she just hoped Harry didn't expect her to wear muggle clothes like he was. She didn't actually own any muggle clothes, and didn't know where she would have gotten some, and even if she did she wouldn't have been able to afford anything.

She couldn't help but threat and worry that he wouldn't like her as she thought back to the barrier to the Hogwarts Express. What if he didn't think she was pretty enough? But then he had smiled at her and winked, and she thought that was flirting, wasn't it? But all she could do was make a fool of herself and blush so bright she was probably a beacon for miles around. Maybe she should have been looking into jobs as a lighthouse?

Her dad had told her not to worry too much, and that Harry would look after her while she stayed at his house. Yes; he was right. She couldn't and wouldn't believe he would or could be mean to her, especially since the twins speak so highly of him. She knew those two troublemakers weren't that easily impressed, so she would take that as a good sign for things to come.

It was just a shame that her mother was so upset with the situation. It would have made her feel better with her mothers full support.

However, her idiot brother Ronald had been quite the surprise. He hadn't given much of an opinion, (and she knew him as an over opinionated jerk), but did say that Harry wasn't bad, which was high praise coming from someone who didn't normally think before he spoke and then ended up insulting everyone in his jealousy; maybe he was growing up a little, or Harry scared him with the whole troll fighting thing; Ron was like that.

Ginny felt a cool shiver run down her spine as she watched the emerald flames flickering in the fireplace. They yet again reminded her of the green she saw in Harry's eyes. Yet she felt Harry's green was so much better, brighter, alive with a mischief and cunning that could cut through anything, magic included.

The young red head took a few more moments to steady her nerves and looked over to give her mother and father a reassuring smile and a wave bye, feeling too nervous to speak, fearing she would throw up.

She turned back to the flames, and stepped into the emerald fire. She felt her knees trying not to give way as the flames exploded up and around her, quickly sucking her away into the void of brick tunnels. She had always wondered at that, but it was just the way it was. Though, the floo system was convenient, she still preferred portkey or side-along apparation.

It was as if she was spinning uncontrolled to some new destiny; her new future with a husband and wives and love. She knew while thinking that, that everything would work out well, and she would be happy with her new family.

Ginny could see flashes of light from other fireplaces as she passed, but they were a blur of indistinct shapes. Like a ghost she whirled onward until the inevitable happened and she was spat out at the other end. The emerald flames shot her out where she nearly fell, but managed to stumble to keep herself on her feet.

She looked around as she brushed her robe down, pushing the soot off to the stone floor by the fireplace where it surprisingly disappeared before it hit the shiny stone. She wondered why her families fireplace didn't have magic like that, and wondered why she wasn't covered in soot like she would be exiting her home fire or any fire in Diagon Alley. She landed in a nice sized sitting room with a few squishy white sofas under the window and a cream carpet that she was glad she didn't knock any soot onto.

The room was larger than the lounge at the Burrow, and much nicer too; spotlessly clean with huge windows looking out onto some fields overlooking some high cliffs and out to sea, letting in a lot of light brightening the place.

Ginny's cheeks had returned to normal during the queasy trip, but she soon felt her embarrassment return and light up her checks as she had never seen such a spotless and rich room before, and she could only guess how incredible every room in the house looked.

She was startled a few moments after her arrival when she saw a girl with strawberry blonde hair, (she was about her age). She was standing opposite her wearing cream coloured robes (which made Ginny feel a little better about wearing her robes but this girls were much newer, which didn't help her self-esteem). However, the girl was standing next to an older pink haired young woman/girl (wearing some blue trousers and a white blouse with the top few buttons undone showing off some cleavage and causing Ginny to blush and feel pouty as she didn't have cleavage yet).

Both girls confused the new arrival (Ginny) as they were both staring with their mouths hanging open, which didn't seem right. She thought at first that they were staring at her, but looking herself over nothing seemed out-of-place, and looking back at the girls they seemed to be staring over her shoulders.

Ginny slowly turned to see what they were looking at. She was kind of worried that her mother had charged in after her. That would have been too embarrassed but she could normally tell if someone was travelling with her. Her ears would pop; apparently from the extra pressure. Not that she really understood what that meant.

However, it wasn't her mother, or father, or even her brothers. It had nothing to do with her or her weird family. Her mouth dropped open just like theirs, and her eyes widened in shock. Ginny's cheeks might as well have burst into flames.

Harry was behind her wearing some black trousers, white trainers and a white shirt with only three middle buttons done up in the centre. She had never seen anything like it. And that wasn't the outfit Harry was wearing, though she hadn't seen clothes like his before; it was what he was doing.

He was smiling as he was on top of the ledge above the fireplace, upside down, standing on two finger of his right hand. He had a silver chain with three beautiful gems in its housing. It hung around his neck, hanging up, or down, whichever way you would look at it. He wore black leather wand holster on his left forearm with two more coloured gems housed in it with silver.

Harry's shirt had fallen up, or down; again whichever way you would think of it, showing off his sculptured, strong and powerful chest and abs creating what she knew was called a six-pack.

Ginny had never really believed someone could have a body that looked like that, not in reality. However, she had seen some men here and there in magazines she knew her mother read, (as the book she found only had a couple pictures of naked women), and sometimes leaves lying around the house. They apparently used magic to look like that (temporarily for the photo-shoots), and it does look fake and frankly ugly, not to mention the fake tans and teeth so bright they should have a warning.

Though, looking at Harry, his muscles were taught and flexed, holding himself up. She had asked her mum about those models once (thankful they were somewhat clothed), and she had just said they're not any stronger than normal people. However, this was the first time Ginny ever realised that someone could have a strong looking body without using magic, without looking fake, and actually be strong.

Ginny shook her head clear, hoping to rid it of odd and confusing thoughts and hoped her heart stopped racing sometime soon as she felt tingly again. She hoped that weird feeling was normal and she could control in better in the future; she didn't quite know what to make of it.

Harry was smiling at Ginny; his green eyes were sparkling in the light, and she could see they were practically glowing with strength.

"Hey there Ginny," he greeted her; his smile widening in greeting. "Oh, this," he said gesturing to his position with his free hand, unconcerned. "We were talking while waiting for you… oh, Dora Tonks," he said gesturing the oldest with his free hand, not even wobbling. "And Susan Bones," he added pointing to the strawberry blonde haired girl. "They bet me that I couldn't do a two fingered hand stand on the mantelpiece," he said looking smug.

"They didn't think it was possible for anyone," he said laughing and rolling his eyes. "They said that nobody could really be that strong, but me. I'm awesome, and know how to work out. I've seen those fake posers on the covers of some magical world magazines, but this is what a real; tone body should look like," he said gesturing his abs, rolling his eyes. "Not to mention those fake tans, but the women on the magazines are worse. There is nothing as bad as a fake tan, whether from the muggle or magical worlds; they're all really-really icky! Natural is the way to go. Much better on the eyes."

"Wow-that's just… wow," Dora said while shaking her head clear while Ginny and Susan continued staring.

"Harry g-get down from there before you hurt yourself," Remus Lupin interrupted with his mouth dropping as he stopped as he was passing the lounge. "What is it with you and pulling off all of these weird things? You're making the magical people seem not very weird and they do try so very hard."

Harry laughed, managing to shrug while still upside down in nonchalance; his eyes rolling as he flicked himself up and near flew over Ginny's head to land lightly behind her on his feet as if he hadn't just completed an 'impossible' move.

"So Ginny, follow me and I'll show you to your room. I'm glad you could come. It will be fun getting to know you too, come on," he said grabbing her hand and leading her passed Remus while her cheeks seemed to get brighter. He found that highly adorable.

Remus shook his head with a sigh as he left the room still looking for Sirius, and wondering how Harry did all of that odd stuff. If Sirius was to be believed then there was going to be a lot of evil douche bags getting the ten barrels of shite beat out of them by a very powerful being.

Susan took a few moments to get over their shock. It was just. Wow. And Harry was going to marry her sometime in the near future. That was starting to concern her. Would she be good enough for him? But then she supposed that with the other girls together they shouldn't have to worry too much; hopefully.

"Holy… cow," Dora suddenly said with effort not to cuss in front of the younger girl as her mum would have her head again. "I never knew boys or… anyone could really be that buff."

Susan could only nod her head in agreement for a moment. "Y-yeah - and I'm like oh my god. I can't believe it. My future husband really is strong; like super strong. I have to wonder what he's like with magic. I honestly haven't seen him do much outside of normal class things, and even then he doesn't look like he cares to try too hard."

"W-well don't ask me," Dora replied with a thoughtful shrug. "I had been too stupid to realise he really is that strong. And he caught me when I feel down a flight of stairs at school. And I mean he held me off the ground when I fell into his arms. It was so embarrassing being caught like that by a first year boy; especially since that was far from the first time I had tripped down some stairs at school."

"Yeah, well," she shrugged giggling as she quickly charged off out of the room and down a hallway, shooting up the stairs.

Dora was startled before laughing, amused as she gave chase hoping she didn't fall down, or more embarrassing, up the stairs. It happened way to much for any girls liking.

However, when Dora passed her parents room her mother popped her head out and called her to stop.

"Yeah mum?" she asked as she came to a stop.

Dora hoped she wasn't in trouble for running in the house again. She and Susan had been reprimanded by her mother for fifteen minutes about the dangers of running inside the day before. Dora was sure her mother was only like that because she knew all too-well how clumsy Dora could be.

"I would like to have a word with you," Dora's mother said coolly and too business like for Dora's liking.

Andromeda gestured for her daughter to enter the room with her. Dora wondered whether she had done something wrong as she looked around expecting to see her father but he wasn't in the room. She knew her mother wouldn't take her into the privacy of the bedroom to reprimand her for running around the house.

"Oh, yes. Your fathers not here," she said as she noticed her daughter looking around before closing the door after her. "He thought it would be best to let me deal with this. You know how he feels about 'family' matters that deal with traditions and lore of the old ways! Its too much for him, and being a Muggleborn would rather things like that be abolished. Though, I tend to agree; until then we have to… go along with those things."

Tonks looked at her mother really confused. "O-kay," she replied, baffled while her mind ran around trying to work out what was going on. "What's wrong… I haven't screwed up some etiquette or something have I?" she asked while trying to think of something other than running in the halls she could have done. She always cleaned up after herself and Harry wanted them to treat the place like they would their home so that couldn't be it.

Her mother laughed softly as she shook her head before replying. "No, no. And you know neither Sirius nor Harry would care whether you did. It's just that Sirius spoke with me yesterday after dinner, and we discussed some family matters. Umm… because of his prolonged stay in Azkaban, and dementors he can't have children, and that includes using magic to produce an heir."

"B-but Harry's his heir now, right?" Dora asked, confused. She was not quite sure where this was going. Either that or she was subconsciously holding back from hoping.

Andromeda sighed and rolled her eyes as her daughter had yet to catch on quite yet. "Yes, but he's not an heir by blood, which in the long run will end the Ancient House of Black, which is where you come in. because otherwise a loser like your aunt could get hold of the Black wealth and power. And we can't allow that."

"So you want me too...?" Dora asked slowly as her mind started catching up with where the conversation was going.

"Well, umm… more accurately put, you and Harry need to make an heir to keep the family," she agreed while trying to find the right words. "If you and Harry were to marry; the Ancient House of Black would stand side by side with the Ancient Houses of Potter and Pendragon. And any other house he marries into. Then your firstborn would become the heir to the Black house."

Dora couldn't help but laugh slightly as she knew she had to try to pretend she thought the idea was silly. She couldn't let her mother think for a moment that she fantasised about Harry.

"You want me to marry an eleven year old boy?" she finally asked as she realised she was taking too long.

Dora's heart was leaping in her chest as she thought about Harry, and she held back from licking her dry lips or else her mother might realise she had already wanted to or been thinking about him like that.

Andromeda rolled her eyes and gave her daughter a look that shut her up as she wasn't stupid and knew how her daughter felt about Harry. But she knew to save her daughter the embarrassment that she had to carry on with the charade of convincing her 'naughty' daughter. She knew it would be double standards, but if their sexes were reversed she wouldn't have even given it the time of day or night.

"He won't always be eleven, and if you hadn't noticed he is rather mature and smart for his age," she said with a small smile. "If I didn't know better I would say he was older than he looked. Your engagement could do a lot more than bringing us a heir for the House Black. Being a member of the Black family will open doors, but being engaged to the head of the Potter line will blow them doors open, and then some walls too."

"So you're not just trying to pull a prank on me are you?" she asked and her mother as she was half tempted to think that. But the serious expression was enough to see that it was all really happening. However, mother shook her head anyway. "W-well, Harry is really cute," she admitted slowly while her cheeks darkened. "And he is really smart and funny... not to mention… umm…" she trailed off fake coughing as she blushed brighter than ever that her hair darkened too, remembering his body.

"He can only get better looking too," Dora continued, but her mother didn't say anything about her lapse. She just continued smiling. "So, umm… is this like a 'you have to do it thing'?" she asked hoping that her mother said yes to give her deniability to wanting to be with a boy much younger than her.

Andromeda sighed as she pat her daughters shoulder. "Although, honestly I don't really care for all of this old lore stuff much. And I believe they are very out of date. They're here, and I doubt they'll ever be changed again. The Black family fully uniting like this with the Potters can do a lot for everyone. You would have the power over anyone with Black blood whereas Sirius can't.

"If Sirius were married with the ability to have a blood heir he could, but he can't so he can't do anything," she said wondering whether that made sense but Dora didn't say anything against it. "Anyway, I know you enjoy Harry's company, and though he is a little dark around the edges he is a very good person with a lot of love to give."

"Yeah," she replied with a dream-like smile before straightening her face as her mother gave her an amused grin. "Harry seems like the sort of person that would," she quickly continued. "Well… you know… walk through the gates of hell and put the fear of god… no, put the fear of him into the daemons for people he cares about," she said thinking back to that weird joke of Harry's back at Hogwarts.

Andromeda couldn't keep away her smile as she pulled her daughter into a quick warm hug. "I knew you would understand and do this. I love you sweetie, and in the end all I want is for you to find happiness," she said wiping some loose tears from her eyes.

"Thanks mum," she said with a smile of her own. "I guess Sirius is going to tell Harry, huh?"

"I hope so," she replied thoughtfully. "He said he would," she added, frowning in worry, and planning on smacking her cousin if he did the cowardly thing with an official letter.

Meanwhile Harry was laughing as he showed Ginny how to work the TV in her room; the one next to his. She just stared at the moving pictures with her face nearly touching the screen, eyes wide and mouth even wider. It was cute, and he liked seeing her like that. It was nice to make girls happy, and he could see they would get along wonderfully.

"How do they get those little people in there?" the small red haired girl asked, awe oozing from her voice as well as some pureblood stupidity.

He couldn't help but chuckle as he pulled her back from the screen. "You can't see it properly standing that close, Ginny," he said while she looked sheepish. "And those people aren't in there. Its not magic… it's like… umm… projecting memories-…"

"Oh," she said embarrassed. "My dad loves muggle things but he's… well, I think the term is-."

"Ignorant," Harry answered for her, startling her, she looked up at him with wide eyes. "That's why you're so… I suppose ignorant works there too, because he has never given any of these muggle things the time or day to realise that to us… umm… I mean muggles they are commonplace conveniences and entertainment. But don't worry, ignorance is only a lack of understanding; you'll learn.

"Having magical powers can make a people much too ignorant though. And dare I say too lazy to invent much when they don't need it, no matter how much better it could possibly make their lives. But hey, no problem, just ask and I'll try to explain what I can."

She fiddled with her fingers as she nodded, smiling at him. "T-thank you Harry," she said while she held herself back from taking liberties and tackling him in a cuddle.

He chuckled as he took her hand and turned off the TV. "Well enough about that, Ginny, let me show you around. The place is quite a lot bigger than you might think for a cottage."

She smiled more as she held his hand and let him guide her out of her new room, which had surprised her as it was about ten times bigger than her room at home.

"Well, my room is here…" he began but trailed to a stop and he let Ginny's hand go as he pulled an envelope from where someone had stuck it to his door with a piece of sticky tape.

Harry frowned as he opened the envelope and pulled out the parchment. He frowned as he let his eyes scan over the letter inside.

"Oh, Sirius, couldn't even ask me in person!" Harry muttered with a sigh and shake of his head.

"I-is everything OK, Harry?" Ginny asked worried for him, but he smiled and let her look over the letter. "He wants you to marry that older girl too?" she asked while blushing and wondering whether Harry would like her better as she had boobs already and she heard her brother talk sometimes and boys liked boobs.

"Yeah. Its all fine. Don't worry, sweetie," he said, which caused her to blush as he said the right thing to alleviate her fears even if he didn't realise.

Harry frowned in thought for a few moments as he looked at the letter again as he reclaimed it from Ginny before shrugging and putting the letter into his pocket.

"Hang on," he added poking his head into a door opposite. "Hey, Susie can you look after Ginny for me for a moment, I need to speak with Dora!" he said smiling at both red heads.

She came out smiling. "Sure. We'll have fun! Hey Ginny," she said taking her hand and dragging the confused girl into her room. "We might as well watch some TV or something, and Harry can give you the tour later," she said closing the door as she had a funny feeling she knew what this was about as she had seen the envelope stuck to Harry's door. She knew Dora would be happy with the news.

Harry sighed as he looked in Dora's room for her before he found her just leaving her parents room. She looked embarrassed as they stopped together, and he shook his head and passed her the letter to read. She should have expected that from Sirius; he didn't seem like the sort of person to know how to talk to someone about this sort of thing.

However, Dora looked the letter over, reading before she frowned, slightly annoyed with her cousins cowardice.

"Sirius told mum he was going to talk to you; not give you an official looking letter and run away. But I think mum knew he would do this," Dora said sheepishly. "I just learnt about this myself, so please don't blame me, and you can still turn it down. I know I'm much older than you, and I won't be hurt or anything-," she said but Harry could see she would be hurt, and he didn't think he would have the ability to be stupid enough to turn her away like that.

"I'm not going to turn it down," he said quickly while shrugging as he led her away. "Actually, for Sirius it's quite a well thought out idea," he said causing her to laugh slightly.

The uncomfortable feeling might have lessened if he hadn't led her into his room where he closed, locked, and sealed the room while gesturing for her to take a seat on the bed. She felt the butterflies dancing in her tummy and the electricity coursing between her legs. She felt so wrong feeling that way about a boy so much younger than her, but she couldn't help herself. Harry always seemed so much older and wiser than he looked.

Harry waited a moment as he placed the official letter on his dresser before he turned to face the blushing girl. She was feeling very uncomfortably hot, and more so when he walked right over into her personal space. He moved his face closer, smirking, and before she could say or do anything to stop him, he kissed her lips.

She was so startled; her eyes widened as she moved her lips against his for a moment, her tongue touching his when she suddenly came to her senses and pushed him back, horrified and shocked while he just laughed at her.

"Oh no, Harry. I can't kiss you yet. You're still just a little kid," she said in a rush, panicking. "M-maybe if you were fourteen or something it wouldn't be so bad and I would let you and it would be just as good-!" She stopped speaking as she realised what she said.

Harry only laughed more as he placed two fingers on her lips silencing her. "I told you Dora. I'm a god. Age will mean nothing to me, but if you must know. I'm already seventeen! Still a bit younger than you though. You like younger guys or don't you mind?"

She just shook her head glaring at him. "Don't be silly Harry… this kind of thing isn't a game. A-and what the hell are you doing?" she said and demanded as he had undone his shirt and thrown it to the floor.

Dora couldn't quite help to check out his strong, muscular body, unable to look away as he removed his trainers, socks, and trousers, leaving only his black boxer shorts, but they were a tight elasticated fit so she was surprised by the large bulge.

It was impossible to believe that Harry at eleven would be this naughty and forward when he went and pulled a huge, and many times too big dressing robe from his closet and pulled it around himself before pulling off his boxers.

Then he walked closer again. She was stuck as her heart pounded in her chest, frozen by her own nerves and hormones. Her own body was screaming at her not to care about his age compared to hers. She liked the visuals; there was no pretending she didn't to herself; she would know she was lying. However, she closed her eyes for just a second, ready to give in when a strong hand, too large to be Harry's stroked along her left cheek; her eyes flickered open in shock.

She was looking into Harry's stunning green eyes, but now he was older, and looked stronger than she could believe. He had the appearance of a teenager you would do well to stay on the right side of. He was quite a bit taller than she was, and she knew, magic or not Harry was far beyond her in every way she could think of.

"Oh my-!"

She would normally have said god, but she didn't want to fire that word out around him any more. She wasn't sure how to react any more. She hadn't ever really believed in any gods-well not the modern day gods, but now. There was something to say about seeing was believing.

"It's probably better to make out like this anyway," Harry said, his voice deeper and holding a strength his younger self always hid and disarmed with.

Though, she had detected that strength every-so-often. She had just thought it was cute that he was trying to be so strong and grown up. However, if she saw Harry like this in passing without witnessing this herself, she would have never given it a thought that they were one, and the same, even though he had many the same features still, as he was still her cute little Harry. It was just now that she wouldn't feel that wrong making out with him.

"Though," Harry said thoughtfully, his lips brushing hers. "I'm not fussed either way… I entrust you with my secret. I'm just glad I have a beautiful fiancé who I can actually make out with among, other things. Sure I guess the odd kiss on the cheek, and holding hands is fine but-. But then with the others we are to be married anyway… and now I'm confusing myself."

"W-what do you mean among other things...?" she asked, her words tumbling out over themselves as she knew what he meant so quickly continued. "W-what kind of girl do you take me for?" she asked, gulping the lump down her throat while Harry's lips brush hers some more, and she held in a groan, and then she sigh of relief as he was finally kissing her.

Her lips moved perfectly with his as he carefully pushed her to lay back on the bed with her legs over the edge. He softly lay on top of her soft and perfect body, his fingers stroking her soft cheeks, their eyes closing. She wound her arms up his shoulders as the robe had loosened over his shoulders, her fingers winding up in his hair.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding through her parting lips meeting hers. They moved more frantically, his fingers moving up to her pink hair, running his fingers through it, pulling her more into him.

Dora's fingers moved down from his hair, down his neck and sliding his robe slightly down his shoulders, gently tugging at his robe; she lowered it further.

He pulled back from her lips, using his arms behind her head to keep his full weight from hurting her. She was gasping for breath too, her lips all puffy, her eyes flicking open, staring into his.

"You sure you want to do that?" he asked her between breaths as his heart was pounding away and he was hardening.

She gave him a small smile before she tugged his robe down and he moved swiftly, sliding back, kneeling on the bed he let the top half of the robe slid down around his waist. He knelt either side of her legs with his robe still tied at the waist hiding lower areas. She couldn't keep her eyes away as she reached up, her soft fingers moving, touching his abs, moving higher, squeezing his solid body.

Dora's fingernails grazed across Harry's powerful chest. "I-I don't think I can wait until we're married. I need this now. I need you, so bad that I was going to let you continue while still in your younger body" she whimpered out while gasping to reclaim her breath.

Harry smiled smugly as he leaned over her, and captured her lips in his. His hands were either side of her head as he kissed her, keeping his full weight from hurting her. He pulled back sucking on her tongue, she whimpered as he pulled back from her with a trail of saliva between them before it broke. He smirked as he knelt up over her lap on the edge of the bed.

She watched with bated breath as he moved his hands to the buttons on her blouse. He undid the buttons agonisingly slowly, one at a time, teasing her while he watched with how impatient he was making her as she squirmed her hips up towards him. However, finally, just as she wondered whether she should have done it for him the shirt opened to show her purple bra covered breasts and smooth creamy white tummy.

It was easy getting the shirt off and she couldn't help but let out a moan as his lips attacked her neck and down her collarbone, causing her to whimper and hold his head in just the right spot as his teeth grazed her skin. He sucked in her skin as he still managed to travel down as she wasn't strong enough to force him to stay in that one sensual spot. Harry's nibbles of her flesh were causing her to cry out, arching her back while his fingers explored her stomach, hips, and waist.

Dora tried to push herself in to him. Her crutch pushed up against his thigh as he move his right knee to kneel between her legs. She felt like her fanny was on fire, leaking liquid flames into her knickers, staining through to her trousers. It was an itch she couldn't satisfy herself; not even using his leg while it was in the perfect place.

Harry's hands moved up her smooth skin, and slowly but firmly cupped her bra covered breasts, squeezing them. Dora's nipples tingled and hurt in a good way, but she knew they needed freeing. To feel his naked touch. She let out a soft whimpering groan, and he could feel her solid nipples through the material.

Pulling his lips back, Harry moved his hands around her body, smirking as she moved enough to give him easy access. However, he couldn't seem to get the thing open. It was technically the first one he tried.

She started a moment later as she felt and heard the material of her bra tear before be pulled it back and off. He threw the ruined bra to the floor as he finally got a good look at her breasts, nicely sized with rock solid pink nipples poking out like cute little pencil erasers.

"I'll buy you a new one," Harry mumbled breathlessly as he hungrily attacked her breast, squeezing them both, careful not to hurt her; his tongue flicked out over her nipples, licking and flicking each one, one after the other, suckling them in turn, rolling them around between his lips.

Dora felt like she had been taken to heaven, moaning out; her back arched as he held her tight to his half naked body. She whimpered and squirmed with her finger firmly in her hair, and holding him just as tight in return.

Her breathing was laboured, and she was clawing at his back while he let his instincts guide him, and let her do as she wanted, (in other words he had been watching a lot of different types of porn. This world had it on such easy demand).

He continued suckling her breasts, fondling them, smirking with a nipple between his teeth as she gasped against him bucking her hips before she relaxed a little as he absorbed her strength, but she only found more, needed more, needed everything from him.

Harry came up from her breast while she still held him, trying to further grind against his thigh between her legs as she was starting to feel like she had peed herself, but she knew it wasn't that that flooded her panties.

Dora paused for a moment as she looked up at him, forcing herself to regain some control, if only a little. She was biting her lower lip in a sexy way that made Harry's heartbeat increase. She looked nervous as she reached out trembling fingers, and pulled the loose knot on his belt, opening it.

Harry's robe slid black and off him without the belt keeping it on, and her eyes widened as she stared at his large hard thing, throbbing powerfully between his legs. It was thick and long dripping something creamy from the tip with some hair around his large testicles.

She smiled while chewing her lower lip, cheeks flamed as she reached out with her right hand. Dora's small soft hand slowly wrapping around Harry's rock solid penis with a soft grip. It was hot and hard, yet soft at the same time. She started to pump it slowly; feeling the power within her future husband. He groaned out as she felt him shiver as he leaned down kissing her lips.

He smiled as he felt her trying to roll over to be on top, and gave up any resistance. She rolled him onto his back, sliding on top, not letting go of his throbbing tool; her hand squeezed a little tighter while kissing him with her sensitive nipples brushing his chest as her firm round boobs hung down.

Dora pulled back, sitting up on his legs below his member, still holding it tight; she squeezed a little more, pumping, some more clear cream leaked out of the tip. She couldn't help but lick her lips as she kissed down his neck and chest, down to his abs, getting closer; she knew what to do from books and word of mouth from other girls who talked about it but likely hadn't done anything before, but muggleborns were always more knowledgable about normal things.

She took a moment just watching his penis, fascinated. She enjoyed the way it felt between her fingers while watching it for a few moments before she finally stuck out her tongue and flicked the tip. She just wanted a test taste; she knew she would do more no matter that, but she didn't expect to enjoy the taste as she took in the cream leaking out of it. She whimpered a little as it turned her on further.

She quivered in pleasure as she licked her lips before she smiled up at him. He had almost came straight away, and he was barely able to hold back as she suckled his helmet for just a moment, right over his leaking tip, sucking up a little more pre-cum before pulling off with a little suction noise like a pop that made her smile.

The pink haired girl examined his large cock wondering how far in her mouth she could fit it, and not trying to think about how much it would stretch her open soon.

She pulled back his foreskin with one hand as far as it would go, smiling as Harry quivered in her touch. Dora used her other hand to gently cup his heavy balls, carefully carressing them, which he seemed to enjoy almost as much as her other hand.

Dora licked her lips before she moved her head forward and slid them around the tip of his cock and suckling as she slid a little more into her mouth. Her jaw was forced open as she slid more in, causing a light ache, but she wouldn't stop as he leaked into her mouth and onto her tongue bringing her taste-buds to a new life.

Harry gasped out as he felt her hot mouth on him; her tongue slithering along the shaft half out of her mouth. It was almost too much as he felt his pre-cum leaking out uncontrollable into her mouth. But she didn't mind as her tongue tasted every bit it could reach as she slowly moved it up and down inside her mouth. He knew he couldn't hold back, and he didn't want to; she was his, and he hers, kind of, so he decided to let go, and try hold back while it's in another area, so she could feel everything with him.

Harry cried out, his hands taking her head and holding her mouth around his prick; not that she tried to come up. He pushed her down, pushing his ejaculating dick in her mouth as far as she could take as he let go, squirt after squirt filling her mouth, nearly pouring out of him, and coating her tongue and the back of her throat. He could feel her swallow reflex trying to take it all down, but some spurted out of her nose, and gushes out, breaking through the seal of her lips around him.

He couldn't say why, but seeing that made his penis throb more, leaking more cum while she chocked a little and coughed around his leaking tool, but she didn't try to pull back even with tears in her eyes. She continued drinking until everything else slithered down her throat.

It took Harry a couple of minutes or more to calm down, but Dora didn't try to pull back, she let him finish, drinking every last drop that was still in her mouth. She continued suckling on him even while it was softening, enjoying the comforting feel of it between her lips.

Harry let go of her head after he had finished, and after a few more minutes as it kept much of its hardness and was fully erect again by the time she sucked up and off, letting it bounce and throb off her chin taking the last few drops of cum with her.

Dora had a smile on her lips as she looked up at him with cum dribling down her lips and from her nose licking her lips them clean, and whipping her upper lip and nose with her fingers, licking and sucking cum off her hand and fingers, she had actually loved his creamy flavour.

It had surprised her too as she looked down at the white goo still on him, her tongue lashing out licking it up, being gentle on his more sensitive balls until every last drop was gone.

She kissed and licked her way from it, up his abs and chest, nibbling his neck and up to his ears. She moved around to his lips, kissing them, he accepted, kissing back, his hands sliding around her beautiful body squeezing her tight ass through her trousers he could feel the wet through them.

Dora moaned into his lips, her fingers clawing into his chest, scratching him, drawing some thin lines of blood, but she watched as those line regenerated as if he was letting her hurt him, but his body chose to heal the next instant. It was hot and awing.

"Why don't you… get these off, huh, Dora?" he asked as he squeezed her tight butt more. "I don't think you'll ever get the stains out," he said teasingly while she could only smile softly while still panting for breath.

She groaned, but moved one hand between them, brushing him as she undid her button and zipper in seconds, and she could feel them soaked through too, more so at the front. It was then easy for him to slide his hands in them, straight under the trousers and panties, pulling them both down her ass together where she shimmied them to her ankles.

Her butt was soft and firm, tight and small, his fingers slid between her her arse cheeks and stroking over her tight little butt hole, which caused her a shudder. She quivered at the invating fingers as she managed to frantically kick her trousers and knickers from her ankles where they fell to the floor leaving her naked on top of her naked husband to be. Her shoes and socks were kicked off with them, thumping to the floor.

Harry could feel Dora's burning pussy almost touching his throbbing cock as they kissed and held each other tightly with Harry continuing to play with Dora's arse hole, rubbing it she twitched in pleasure, needing more, wanting to experience everything she could with him. The boy she loved more than she ever thought she could love anyone.

Dora's body was slender and curved in all the right ways down to some pink hairs between her legs, above her swollen slit with large hard nub poking out from its hood. Her hair was neatly trip (being a shape-shifter had more than the obvious bonuses), and damp from the juices practically spurting from her vagina.

Harry felt like his penis couldn't wait to enter her burning tight pool, but ignored that. He had something else he needed first. He concentrated on his blushing fiancé, stroking her long, smooth shapely legs as he ran his finger from her bum. She looked awkward in a cute way holding back from covering any part of her body in embarrassment. It was much too late to be embarrassed; they had gone so far and they both knew they wouldn't stop anytime soon. They had so much more on their minds.

He smoothly flipped over so he was on top and slid down to her legs to get a proper look at her perfect body. He couldn't keep from sucking on her toes, one after another, tasting her sweaty feet. This caused Dora to giggle first before she started moaning, relaxing into his care, her eyes closed. He licked and nibbled up her legs towards her thighs. He could smell her intoxicating aroma licking and kissing his way to his meal.

She was shuddering and moaning the closer he got to that divine scent. The glorious nectar slid soothingly down his throat as his tongue scooped up some of her delicious girl cream setting his taste buds on fire as it trailed down her legs. Then she shuddered and cried out as his tongue slid up the length of her soft scorching slit, flicking off her solid clit.

He kept on with the odd nibble on her bud repeatedly, suckling, drinking, loving every lap of her fanny. She cried for more; her deep breathing and her shudders were music to his ears. Her fingers wound into his hair, gripping tightly, near suffocating him with her taste. Then it happened, she squealed out and gushes shot out of her, filling him.

She kept on humping his mouth as she calmed, and he drunk her her. But even after she relaxed; her body spasm'd, twitching and quivering. They were both covered in sweat and the smell of sex was all over as they were sticky with it.

Harry smiled as he finished cleaning up her goodness with his tongue before sliding up her body. He was exhausted and collapsed up in her arms. They held each other and kissed before just snuggling, breathing hard, resting as they came down from their high.

"You know. I don't think I'm not actually that tired," Harry said shocking her. "I'm just being polite. I think we have all night for you to tired me out; if that's actually possible."

She gave him a smile and kissed him some more. "Well, then-…" She didn't need to say any more as she tugged him back on top of her, and he went without resistance, kissing her lips, feeling her body.

Dora opened her legs, letting him slide between them and feel her heat on the tip of his boner. It finally touched her when Harry paused, grinning as he reached out. His wand flew from his holster on his bedside table. She watched, surprised as he used a spell on her tummy. It tingled but otherwise did nothing that she could tell before he threw his wand across the room where it landed on the floor.

"Just a precaution," he answered her look. "I may not be really eleven, but that doesn't mean I want any little demigods running around anytime soon."

"Me either," she said kissing him as he positioned himself at her entrance. It was tight and soaking wet, and burning hot. She was whimpering as he pushed it in, deeper and deeper, gently through her cherry, to the hilt she gasped out whimpering with tears in her eyes as it stretched her open to near breaking point.

He never knew it could be so tight, like a fleshy hot and soaking clamp squeezing him tighter than she ever could with either of her hands combined, contracting and sucking on his cock. He felt his penis twitching, as her fanny squeezed a little tighter, gripping and tugging on his invasion. He could feel pre leaking from him, squeezed out like milk from a tit, and he felt near the edge. He had to think of other things to keep from filling her up too early; he wanted her to enjoy this as much as him.

"Oh fuck, Harry! That feels incredible! Its so big! Its breaking me open! I can't-can't believe how incredible it feels!" Dora said while she was whimpering and gasping, trying to breathe as her body reacted to the fire and lightning in her tummy, buried between her legs, deep inside her fanny with his balls up against her butt.

Dora's face contorted in both a mix of pain and pleasure. "I-I can't b-believe it actually fit inside me!" she gasped out with tears leaking from her eyes. He was half-tempted to pull out if was hurting her like this, but unless she asked he would just hold her, letting it twitch deep inside her. He could feel so much of her insides with his dick it felt incredible.

It felt good just holding her. Her tight pussy sucking up his dick, holding it clamped tight as deep as he could get it inside her. He kissed her lips gently, pulling her into his arms, she kissed gently back almost not completely home. He wouldn't move much more than that until she was ready to carry on as he looked into her wonderfully glassy eyes.

They waited in their sweaty embrace; she had buried her face in the crock of his neck. However, she soon calmed her breath, twitching her arse in his lap, and soon she pulled back with a small grin; kissing his lips.

"I think I'm ready now," she said squirming in his hold. She could feel his penis throbbing inside her, stretching her fleshy inner canal further than she had ever thought it could be.

He wasn't going to deny her anything, ever, within reason, especially in the bedroom. He moved his hips gently at first, lying her back on the bed. He started slow but the more he pumped the more she wanted, the faster he moved, trying not to thrust too hard. Their breathing increased as he moved in her, leveraging her in his arms, holding her tightly in his arms, moving faster, thrusting just a little harder; obeying her commands, letting her lead things.

Dora was crying out, not even attempting to keep her volume down. It felt good, no better than good, like a stormy death deep inside that she couldn't wait to reach. She was making love to a god, and it felt too good, better than she ever fantasised while masturbating and thinking of him. She felt like she was floating on clouds while burning in hell. They were in a contradiction of lust and love.

They both moaned louder and loader as their bodies moved in perfect tandem; their hips crashing together. Dora could feel it bubbling up in her chest and stomach like a tornado trying to break free from her body. But before she could react she lost her breath in a silent scream.

Dora couldn't breath as a feeling burst up through her body so intense that she thought her blood was boiling; that her heart would explode out of her chest and she would die, and die in a bliss she had never known possible. She struggled for breath while squirming in a panic filled pleasure that seemed impossible.

Harry moved in her faster and faster, and Dora couldn't even scream or move any more; her body was a tense, quivering mess. Her muscle spasm'd making it impossible to move with tears trailing down her wide glassy blue eyes. She was stiff and quivering involuntary; her breath just wouldn't come back.

Harry wasn't stopping and she felt light headed from lack of oxygen; her eyes were wide and her mouth forming a wide O before she felt him tense up with a cry she felt it explode out of him into her. She felt large blast after large blast firing up into her body.

She didn't know how long it all lasted before Harry collapsed with her, spurting the last few streams, filling her up with her juices blasting out around him adding to their combined pleasure. As soon as Dora's back hit the bed with Harry on top of her, her breath came back in quick, long, sharp painful gasps.

It took her awhile to calm down, but she could still feel the odd twitch inside her, still shooting some dribbles into her as she leaked; her head was light and she was dehydrated. They

Harry and Dora were drenched in sweat and twitching as they calmed down, boiling hot and sticky. Dora was whimpering as she curled into Harry's body almost crying in pleasure; more satisfied than she ever thought possible, feeling as if she had a near death experience but knew everything would be alright.

However, she started as she saw a hooded female figure out of the corner of her eyes, hidden in shadow, but when she looked it was gone, and she realised it was a figment of her imagination.

But she looked back to Harry, kissing his lips breathlessly she started as she saw him looking to that same corner with a small shake of his head before he concentrated on her, kissing her lips she was putty in his lips and let the figure drift from her mind.

It took them a while to calm down from their sexual high, but soon their bodies relaxed; their breathing slowing to normal. Harry's tool softened inside her to a semi were it was still leaking some little dribbles of cum as he rolled off her to lie on his back next to her. He held her hand, and she held his back, tight as she still had some pain breathing but his was back to complete normal.

"W-wow…!" Dora croaked out softly; her voice sore from her last few screeches of silent and noisy pleasure. "I-I…! Just wow…! I never thought my first or…! It would ever feel so good, or so intense! I almost felt like I was going to die!" she said looking down at herself.

"Almost," he replied cheekily, "not quite, huh…?" he asked in amusement while she laughed a little not actually sure he was talking to her.

Dora turned painfully to look at him weirdly before smiling and shrugging it off as her imagination from lack of oxygen.

"T-there's so much just leaking out of me!" she chose to say to change the subject from almost being fucked to death, literally. "You'll need new covers for tomorrow," she said, embarrassed, but she couldn't move she was so tired she was close to passing out for the night.

Harry rolled onto his side grinning as he leaned off the side of the bed, reached under, pulling out a huge spare quilt, and pulled it out over them. It was nice and cool over their skin as they snuggled up in each other's arms, facing each other.

"Harry… are you really a god?" she asked as he clicked his fingers and the curtains closed automatically, bathing the room in complete darkness.

"The God of Heroes throughout all of reality and time, or something like that," he agreed laughing. "I guess… I'll just have to take normality as an abnormality," he said laughingly. He wouldn't let anyone know about the other, his partner, his missing piece until she came into her powers, to protect her; just in case she was from the same reality.

"Sounds like a pretty dodgy job," she said when he kissed her lips. "Wait… I saw something..." she said as she pulled back, just out of the corner of my eye, over there," she said quietly, pointing to the dark corner.

"Yeah," Harry said sheepishly. "I'm-I'm sure it was nothing. Sometimes people see things when they're tired."

"I-I guess," she replied slowly unsure whether she believed him but his lips soon captured hers and she forgot what she was talking about, lost in his arms and lips before they were soon snuggled up together asleep.

To Be Continued…

"What do you mean Nymphadora and Harry have been in his room since just after Ginny got here?" Andromeda asked, confused and hoping her daughter wasn't taking advantage of Harry because she knew how Dora really felt about the boy; it was clear to see she was happy, excited even at getting to marrying him.

"Umm… I don't know," Susan answered shrugging as she and Ginny sat together in the lounge with the rest of the household watching a cartoon, (well anime according to Harry), and cuddled up together already fast friends. "They just have… Harry has his own fireplace so they could have snuck out to talk or something or get something to eat."

"Susan's probably right," Sirius was quick to say silently promising to kick Harry's arse for putting him in this position. "Harry has a huge independent streak."

"Well they best get home before eight or I'll have your head!" Andromeda said sighing while Sirius quivered. "I'll have to have words with him about telling people before going out. It's not that safe for him with all those free Death Eaters!"

"Yeah, not safe for them!" Sirius muttered under his breath.

"What was that Sirius!?" Andromeda demanded coldly.

Sirius grinned sheepishly as he didn't think she would hear anything. "Um… nothing. I'll be sure to speak to them about not wondering off, but they might just be watching a movie or playing a video game or something. Seriously he has a lot of muggle stuff in his room to keep hoards of pretty girls entertained."

Andromeda sighed and rolled her eyes. "Well… I suppose. I'll give them a little while longer before going and checking on them," she said before turning to Amelia as she had laughed but stopped at the glare. "I didn't think of you as that childish."

"Sorry," she replied sheepishly, "but its always amusing watching Sirius squirm like that!"

"Well, I suppose you are right!" she said turning back to the man while he looked to Remus for help.

However, Remus turned away and looked to the TV. "So..." he said slowly. "What are we watching?" he asked the children.

Ginny smiled over at him. "I don't know. But its got these odd girls in it, and they have some kind of magical powers and they're really weird. I think I could beat them up, but these bad guys keep losing while trying some really weird stuff to take over their city!"

"I have the boxset, so we can watch them all!" Susan said smugly. "Harry bought it for me when I saw an episode on the computer. It looked funny. I have some more he thought I might like too!"

"Very interesting," Remus humoured her while ignoring Sirius.

"You're an arse!" Sirius mumbled.

"Language!" both women reprimanded while Remus tried not to laugh and Ted Tonks pretended he was reading the local muggle paper so he didn't get drawn into it.