Phoebe's Magic

Chapter Five

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Well…this is the last chapter for this short-short-short fic of mine. I'm just proud to have finished it! :P

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While everyone else was taking the End of Year Exams, Harry was spending his time with his fellow champions. He knew he probably wouldn't see Fleur and Viktor again for a long time and wanted to spend what time he had left with them. They had become two of the closest friends he'd ever had.

Phoebe, her form only tall enough to put her head on his shoulder at the moment, was curled around him with her head in his lap. She was busy enjoying the slow, soothing, loving strokes of his fingers along her head before they suddenly became twitchy. Blinking out of her daze, she nuzzled her mother's stomach and softly hissed, "Mama? What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, little sunshine-" he began to answer before she cut him off, raising her head to lightly tap his chin with her forehead.

"It's not 'nothing' if it's upset you. Talk to me, Mama… Papa's worried, too, though he's really good at hiding it because he knows how much it aggravates you," she stated, her tail twitching in annoyance with her mother's 'bottle it all up' attitude.

Harry bit his lip and dropped his head, letting his long, smooth hair hide his face.

"'Arry?" Fleur murmured, reaching over to run a gentle, slender hand through the silky, raven-colored hair. "What eez ze matter, petit frère?" she murmured, having taken to calling him her little brother seeing as she was beginning to love him as one.

Viktor laid a hand on the teen's slender shoulder, showing his support for the young Gryffindor that had worked his way into the Bulgarian's heart as a younger brother.

Harry sighed softly, wishing Cedric were there, too, but the Hufflepuff couldn't be exempt from exams because they were his NEWTS. "I…I'm going to miss you two so much… You've become my family here after Ron turned his back on me…" he whispered, not lifting his face to be able to hide the few tears escaping his eyes.

Phoebe leaned up to nuzzle her mother's cheek and murmured, "That's not all of it, Mama…" in English so that it would gain Harry's attention even quicker.

"I… I almost killed a man, Phoebe… I almost killed a man, and yet I feel no remorse… Is there something wrong with me?" he asked just as softly as her question.

"No, Harry," Viktor assured, wrapping a gentle arm around the teen's shoulders as Fleur did the same. "Yoo are not a monster, and I vill not let yoo believe that lie. Bartee Crouch, Junior, is the monster. His manipulations vould hav taken Cedric avay from yoo, just as Vormtail vould hav taken him avay from yoo on the Dark Lord's command." With a fierce voice, the Bulgarian added, "Yoo must defend and protect who yoo love, Harry Potter! If someone is trying to kill Cedric, then yoo kill the bastard first! If someone is trying to take Phoebe avay, make it so they can't!"

Harry looked up at Viktor, shocked at the speech and even more so at the fact that the Bulgarian had said so much in one sitting. "Thank you, Viktor…" he whispered, reaching over to hug the foreign Seeker and ignoring Phoebe's whine of discomfort for a moment before pulling away. "Thank you, too, soeur aînée," he said to Fleur, calling her his older sister in slightly-accented French.

"Come, petit frère. Ze exams will be over wis een a few minutes. Ze time to return to our countries ees upon us," Fleur said as Viktor stood and gave them both a hand up from the ground.

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Fleur and Viktor wished Harry and Cedric all the luck they could, assuring them that they – and of course, Phoebe – were welcome to visit them anytime they liked.

During their goodbyes, Harry had not missed Magic's flare as Viktor softly kissed Hermione. He had made her promise to not let the Bulgarian go, no matter how much of a hissy fit Ron wanted to throw on her.

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The train ride home was tense as not only Malfoy, but Ron as well, visited Harry with maliciousness driving them. Hermione and Cedric, both, were confined to the Prefect compartment because of the meeting they always held at the end of the year on the train.

He stared at the Malfoy heir with a bored, uninterested face as the Slytherin continued on and on about 'the mudblood and the weasel' leaving him for better company. He felt a tic start in his eye when he began insulting Cedric, and the blonde crossed the line when insulting his daughter.

Harry stood with all the rage of an incensed dragon mother, his wand lying on the seat beside Phoebe's smallest form.

"What now, Potter? Are you gonna stare me to death?" Malfoy said with a chuckle, looking back at Crabbe and Goyle with a shrug and roll of his eyes.

The Gryffindor breathed out slowly in a soft hiss as his eyes glowed with power. Lifting his hand, he willed the two cronies away, sending them flying down the hall. Once doing so, he moved faster than Malfoy could pull his wand and slammed a fist into the pristine, pale, unmarred jaw. "That was for Hermione," he hissed, striking his other fist into the pale-blonde's stomach, "That was for Cedric," he continued, hiking his knee up to crush into the bent-over Slytherin's nose, "That was for Phoebe," he finished. Promptly closing his door and locking it with the will so it would open only for Hermione and Cedric, he ignored Malfoy's pained whimpers as he sat beside Phoebe and lifted his youngling into his lap after pocketing his wand.

"Feel better, Mama?" she asked with an eyebrow raised in amusement.

"No, not better… He's always whining, so I'll give him something to really cry about," he answered with a grin.

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"Your Uncle is waiting, Harry…" Hermione mumbled as Harry talked with her parents.

Harry simply gazed over at his relatives, sighing softly and gently hugging Hermione. "I guess I'm off, then."

"Bye, Harry… And be careful," the young witch said in farewell.

Harry walked slowly, pulling his trunk behind him as Cedric came up and wrapped an arm around him. The two wizards smiled at each other under Vernon's furious glare.

"Boy! You're wasting our precious time! Now get in the car!" the puce-faced whale spat.

Harry looked at Cedric with a smirk on his lips before facing his uncle again with a blank face. "I'm sorry, Uncle, but that is quite impossible. I'm afraid you will no longer be paid for my stay in your…kind, loving home. I shall be moving to Hogwarts as of this very moment, seeing as I have all of my things with me now."

"Stop your lying this minute, you little heathen," Petunia hissed, reaching out to grab him by the ear.

Cedric grabbed her wrist and glared into the woman's eyes. Grey flashed bright silver with the power buried inside of him as a magical wind blew through the area. "Lay a single finger on him… I dare you," he hissed, only letting the appendage free when Harry laid a gentle hand on his arm.

"I know you were being paid to take care of me or you wouldn't have done it, so there's no point in trying to deny that, Aunt Petunia." Avada-Kedavra-green eyes glowed as he said, "As the Heir of the Evans Family, so dubbed by Lilith Potter nee Evans, I hereby disown you, Petunia Dursley nee Evans, from the Evans Family and strip you of all rights, privileges, and inheritance gifted to you by the holding of such a name," he said, the wind slowly calming as the deed was finished. "I hope you enjoy your life as a pathetic Squib married to a pathetic Muggle with an equally-pathetic son."

"Shut up, you sniveling brat!" she nearly screeched but somehow did so quietly to keep from drawing attention to them. "You can't leave us that easily! We signed a contract with Dumbledore to keep you until you're seventeen!"

"I'm special, Aunt Petunia," Harry stated slowly, as though speaking to someone incapable of understanding common speech. "I am Magic's Childe – a powerful Being in more ways than you could ever hope to understand. Because I am so powerful, and I am not boasting, I have a soul mate to share this power with. When I reach the age of my magical inheritance, this power would be so great that I can easily destroy half of England in a manic rage. Why don't you imagine what would happen if I tried?"

Slightly shaking but hiding it, the horrible woman sneered, "That has nothing to do with our deal."

"But it has everything to do with it!" Harry countered, a grin curving his lips. "My soul mate, the man standing beside me, is seventeen years of age. This means that I, also, may as well be." His grin widened as he added, "Besides, Sirius's will, when he was put in prison for killing thirteen people, became active and emancipated me. So I'm free to do as I please," before turning his back, wrapping his arms around Cedric's neck and kissing the Hufflepuff slowly.

Cedric gladly welcomed the kiss with a smile on his face, wrapping his arms around his small lover, who, if it was up to Magic, wouldn't be so small and fragile-looking for long.

With shocked people and gaping mouths left in their wake, they hailed a taxi and happily made their way to the Leaky Cauldron.

Tom looked up as they walked in, surprised to see both of the Triwizard Champions coming into his pub. "What can I help ye fine young lads with today?" he asked as they came up to the bar.

"We just need a single room for the night," Cedric answered before Harry raised three fingers.

"Make that three nights, please?" the raven questioned, already pulling out the few galleons to pay for the room.

"Here's yer key," the bartender said, handing them the small item and pointing at the book in front of him, "If I can just get ye to sign here."

They did so, and Harry slid his hand across the signatures so that only Tom would be able to read their actual names. "I hope you don't mind, but the less people who know, the better," he said, getting a cheery wave.

"It's no problem, lads. Head on up to ye room, and I'll send some supper up."

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"Why did you want three nights?" Cedric wondered before noting Harry's 'spaced-out' look. He raised an eyebrow before realizing the raven was speaking to Phoebe telepathically. I wish we had a connection like that, he grumbled to himself before blinking rapidly. No! I change my mind! he thought quickly, remembering all the dirty thoughts he got up to sometimes.

"Hmm? Did you say something, Cedric?" Harry asked as he sat his trunk at the foot of the bed.

"I asked why you wanted three nights," the brunette answered, doing the same with his own trunk.

Harry pouted, tears welling up in his lime-emerald eyes as he dejectedly-whispered, "I just wanted to spend some time with you…" while toeing the floor with the tip of his outlived shoe.

Cedric's eyes widened as he stepped forward, pulling Harry into a tight embrace as he quickly said, "I didn't mean it like that! I was just wondering!" At the grin he could see crinkling the green-green eyes, he pursed his lips with a narrow-eyed glare. "You little-!" He lifted Harry to thump him on the bed carefully before tickling him unrepentantly.

Harry bit his lip as he tried to push the stronger teen's hands away, laughter escaping him as a particularly-sensitive spot was tortured with gifted fingertips. He twisted in a way Cedric thought was impossible, breaking just enough out of his hold to press a kiss to his lips.

"Mmm… Bold little thing, aren't you?" the elder wizard asked, hovering over the raven on his forearms and knees once the kiss was broken for air. He leaned down to steal another kiss, but his lover prevented that by wrapping his arms around Cedric's neck and his legs around the brunette's waist, arching up into the former Seventh Year. "Very bold little thing…" Cedric gasped softly, lowering himself to lay part of his weight on the younger teenager.

Harry gave a quiet moan as the former Hufflepuff's warmth seeped into him. "Cedric…" he whispered into the ear in front of his mouth, nibbling on the lobe.

Cedric shivered at the needy tone, a grin curving his lips as he asked in a seductive voice, "How about a...snack…before dinner?"

Harry returned the grin with a smirk, answering, "You read my mind," before the expression was kissed from his lips.

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Cedric followed his laughing boyfriend down Diagon Alley. "What's gotten into you, love?" he wondered, speeding up his pace to keep up with his lover.

"Do you need your half of the winnings for the Triwizard Tournament for anything?" Harry asked randomly, looking up at his brunette mate.

"No… What's on your mind?"

"Do you remember me telling you about Fred and George Weasley's joke shop they had planned?" the raven questioned, stopping as he patted an inside pocket of his robes. Cedric nodded, also recalling that he had given the half of his winnings to his lover to keep track of for him – the raven was pretty handy for keeping any spending to a minimum. "Then you should be connecting the dots of why I'm patting the pocket that I'm carrying our winnings in while mentioning the Weasley Twins, correct?"

Cedric's eyes widened as he stared at his little lover. "You…are the most brilliant, most selfless person I know, love," he murmured, leaning down to steal a quick, unexpected kiss from the Gryffindor.

"I know," the soon-to-be-Fifth-Year stated with a grin as Harry wrapped his arms around his mate, nuzzling the strong chest even as he wrapped them in his magic and disappeared without a sound, simply vanishing.

Cedric blinked as he looked around Hogsmead, noticing the little smirk on Harry's face. "What…was that…?"

"Something like teleporting, but without the annoying 'pop' sound from the air displacement," Harry answered, giving a soft hum of contentment as he felt Phoebe flying toward him, spotting her in the sky from Hogwarts before her form shrunk until she landed on his shoulder in her baby form.

"I missed you, Mama!" she stated, happily nuzzling her mother's cheek. "Are we going to see them?"

"Yes, little sunshine. I'm very thankful for you telling me about them being here," Harry replied, stepping inside Zonko's to see two redheads at the counter. "Gred! Forge!" he called, waving to the Weasley Twins.

"Harry!" They left the man at the counter, coming over to wrap an arm, each, around the raven's shoulders. "What is our most lovely-"

"-Gorgeous-"

"-Stunning-"

"-Absolutely wonderful-"

"-Don't forget gorgeous-"

"-Amazing little brother doing in Hogsmead?" they finished at the same time, getting a laugh out of Harry as he blushed at the compliments while Cedric raised an amused eyebrow.

"Well, I noticed Zonko's was giving my favorite twins a hard time," Harry answered, taking their wrists in his small, but strong hands and pulling them out of the shop. "I think, after showing how buddy-buddy you were with the famous 'Boy-Who-Lived'," the raven rolled his eyes, "the manager was about to have a heart attack for refusing you," he finished with a wink.

"And what do you plan to do about this, O Cunning One?" they asked in sync.

"Why…Cedric and I are going to fund your little operation," Harry answered, leaning against his lover as a warm arm wrapped around him. "We have no need of the Triwizard winnings, especially since I'd never let him spend it," he added, getting a wry grin from the brunette. "And because it symbolizes, at least for me, the good memories of the insanity of last year, I was able to talk Cedric into giving his half to you, as well, so that you two would be able to make many more good memories for people…" Harry sighed, his upped spirits diminishing as he said, "Those memories are going to be far and few between now…" Shaking his head, he grinned as he asked, "So… Do you accept?"

"Do we?!" Fred questioned with a grin.

"Harry, Cedric, our good men," George added, the same grin on his face as the one on his twin's.

"You two have turned the tide for us!" they both said, gladly shaking the other two's hands to seal the deal. "Just let us get it in writing – the kind that Mum won't find of course."

"Yes…" Harry deadpanned, "She'd kill me for this," he pointed at Cedric, "and by association, you."

"And we can't have that," the twins assured. "So, where do you want to finish up our little arrangement?"

"How about Gringotts?" Cedric asked at the same time as Harry.

"That's in Diagon Alley!" Fred stated in surprise.

"We may be able to Apparate, but we're not that good yet!" George added.

Harry grinned as Cedric wrapped warm arms around him, reaching out to take one of the redheads' wrists in each of his hands. "Let me do it," he said before they simply vanished, reappearing in a shaded corner of the lobby at Gringotts. "Stay here," he murmured before walking gracefully over to one of the tellers.

"Can I help you?" the Goblin questioned in a nasally voice, irritated with the witch that had just left.

"May I speak to Griphook, my family's account manager?" Harry asked, giving a pleasant smile as he waited for the Goblin to overcome the shock of a wizard actually remembering a Goblin's name. "My lover and I are going to be silent partners in a new business, so I suppose I'll like to speak to Stripclaw, as well. She is very brilliant in drawing up contracts."

As the teller sat in stunned silence for a few moments longer, Harry's pleasant, patient smile never wavered.

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The day and half left after the agreement between the four passed quickly, far too quickly for Harry's liking, but he was not as upset as Cedric would have thought him to be.

"Welcome home, love," the brunette murmured as they stepped through the Hogwarts Gate.

Harry smiled as Phoebe nudged his cheek happily, glad to have her mother back where she and he could live without anyone else's input. "My home," Harry whispered as he turned to face Cedric, "is wherever you and Phoebe are. You two are my everything."

Cedric gave a serene, relaxed smile as he held Harry close, tipping his head down to kiss the younger teen slowly and gently as a blaze of Phoebe's black flame surrounded them but never harmed them.

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End Chapter Five; End Story

SQUEE! Finally finished! You all would not believe how many roadblocks I hit! FREAKIN GRR! :P

Anywho! I hope you all enjoyed my fic! Tell me what you think!