Year Three:

Chapter Nine:

The Future? The Past? The Here and Now.

"Bisexuality is a gift. Going out clubbing every Friday and Saturday, you have twice as many choices, and twice the opportunity to get laid."

Dunno who, but he was a movie comedian.

"Some men are like lightning, some are like thunder, and some are like the mountain. They either only last a second, are all bark, or are useless, to a fault."

Thelia Jenkins (girl I know at school).

... ... ... ...

Harry stared on silently, before looking back at the book, looking up again, before laughing loudly. When was Dumbledore ever this fucking stupid, anyway? Did the idiot get dropped on his head as a baby, or something? Eh, he didn't know, and didn't care. Though, looking back on it, he had to be appreciative of the masterful way he got out of a lot of shit that had piled up on him, as of late. The only thing the old man suffered was a distrustful glare. Still, in the interest of doing nothing until the time was right, he had avoided really doing anything, and just scowled openly at the Headmaster, though there was a spark of amusement in his eyes, whenever he saw the old man flinch slightly, and look away.

Mostly, for the sake of prosperity, though, he had been searching high and low for Peter, the rat-tailed traitorous bastard, who he was going to cut open, rip out his intestines, and hang him from a flag pole while still living. That came to today, though, where he was sitting down, and pointedly ignoring the way that the fact that his Last Will and Testament had been read, and he should be getting his things back, regardless of if he was dead, or not, as he was alive, now. Mostly, it was the Ministry sending some lackeys son or daughter to kiss his ass, and, while not opposed to such things, he despised the tactics, anyway.

Hermione looked at him closely, before frowning. The fact of the matter was, that, when Harry had finished his ritual, to help control his powers without causing him to explode once he reached his maturity, the fact of the matter was that he had told her that it was practically impossible to add on anything into the mix, without killing them. It was also something of a calamity that the powers bubbling behind their bodies were about as dangerous as you could get. Still, having the least amount of power was stifling, especially when you had loads of power. But, when you had introduced a Blood Replenishing Potion to a Permanent Sticking Potion, and mixed it with creature blood, like the Veela, or some other things, you tend to have a little bit of a power trip, on top of actually becoming them. She was still hung up on what he said, before, though, before they had left, after the ritual.

(-=|Flashback|=-)

Harry twisted his hands, before laughing loudly, and grinning at nothing. "Never tickle a sleeping dragon, indeed" he chuckled out.

"Er, Harry..." Francine started, looking decidedly confused.

"Don't worry, I'm not insane, I'm a little light headed, like I'm high on pot, maybe a little bit dizzy, as well. I will be, for a while, as the magic leaves my body, instead of poisoning me, like it did" he explained with a grin.

They stared.

"Oh, don't look at me like I'm some kind of lunatic," he spoke with a negligent, if flamboyant, wave of the hand. "I am quite aware of my eccentricities, and try not to ... oooh, look, it's a fly" he spoke, eyes tracing after it.

Hermione coughed in laughter. "Now Harry, don't go try eating it, alright?" she asked with a grin.

"Oh, Hermione, you got to go next, as well, by the way, your magic will kill you, otherwise, no matter how immortal you might seem" he spoke, suddenly serious.

"Er, what?" she asked stupidly, confusion written all over her face.

Harry grinned again, before his eyes roved up to nothing. "Power begets power, power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely, but being a powerhouse with near immortality gives a whole new meaning to the word temptation for corruption" he spoke with a languid, lazy smile.

Hermione blinked, before shrugging.

She could deal with that.

(-=|End Flashback|=-)

It was at that point that she realised what he meant, when he said that power corrupted her, and him, as she had felt the power just wanting to be used, and it made them near irrational, to the point of near lunacy. Still, at some point, she wanted Robyn Black back, since they had both decided not to have penetrative sex as opposite genders until they were fifteen, sixteen, at the latest, though they were also some of the earliest to have any type of sexual activity, since Purebloods never had sex until they were married, Half-Bloods rarely had sex before they turned nineteen, and a lot of Muggleborns were quickly showed the importance of their virginity, and how powerful it was in special spells, though they mostly had sex right out of Hogwarts, at least, with any real sexual contact. Most girls lost their hymens very early on, about fourteen, fifteen, if not because they were doing Quidditch, but because they had to run to the classes during O.W.L.'s exams, and most guys masturbated around that time, if they had the opportunity to do so, though it was very rare (or so Harry told her), thanks to the fact that they shared a dormitory with several other boys.

When the bell rung, Harry packed his book up, and walked out with Hermione, to go to the Great Hall. Classes were over, and they had to meet Francine. It was at this time, however, that Harry was absorbed in searching out Peter, using his peripheral sensing abilities from the Dementor blood to find the rat bastard, and sighed. The traitorous rat was sitting in Percy's pocket. Go figure.

"Harry, stop being so negative, will you?" Francine spoke, looking annoyed, as she walked over.

Tonks waved, as she walked in with a grin, though she was casting dark glares at Dumbledore, who had walked past the Great Hall doors in a hurry, while the group sat down to the Gryffindor table.

"So, found Wormtail yet?" Francine asked with a scrunching of the nose, as if she had just smelled something like moist dog crap under her nose.

"Yeah, he's with Percy" Harry spoke simply.

"What..."

"He's leaving, tonight, Percy has patrol in the grounds, and his first stop will be to Hagrid's hut, to pick up some food, before leaving. He'll end up getting screwed over, in the end" he spoke simply, looking on passively.

Hermione blinked. That was a long series of events to be so confident about.

"Trelawney" he spoke, as a way of explanation, as if it explained it all.

It did, in a way.

"Ah, she give a Prophecy?" Hermione asked with a roll of the eyes. Prophecies were, still, in her books, at most, guesswork and generalised BS that only makes sense after the deed is done. In other words, completely useless.

"She had it a week ago, ended up falling on her ass after rolling down the stairs" he spoke, remembering the incident with fondness.

"Ah, has a funny way, history, of repeating itself, sometimes" Hermione spoke with a nod.

"Or a funny way of being a pain in my ass" Harry grumbled in a disheartened tone.

"So, Sirius?" Tonks asked, looking eager, though she was squirming on her seat.

"Dunno, depends of Dumbledore, I think, and how well he responds to the situation when he's faced with it. Don't have my hopes up too high, though" Harry spoke with a shrug.

They fell into silence.

"So, uh, Harry..." Tonks started uneasily, looking slightly less than comfortable.

"Yes?" he asked, looking at her from the corners of his eyes.

"You ... I ... can you..." she stammered slightly, looking uncomfortable, uneasy, and was squirming about quickly.

"Yes?" he asked with patience.

"Can you ... can you use the Cruciatus on me?" she pleaded with need in her voice and eyes.

Harry blinked. That was ... strange, to be sure, but, eh, what the hell, sounded okay, though he'd wondered why ... she was a Black, and Bellatrix was her aunt. Figures she'd have a mile wide masochistic streak.

He sighed, but nodded, though he spoke "later. Maybe after we're done, today, yeah?"

She nodded, though she looked happy.

Harry repressed a snort. Yeah, that was irony speaking loads to him. Voldemort had a sadist bitch, he had a masochist mimic.

(-=|After Dinner|=-)

Due to not really having anything better to do, both Harry and Hermione walked with Tonks to Hagrids hut, where they heard loud crashes and rummaging sounds. The two spared a look at one another, shrugged, and drew their wands, though they were careful about it, and the situation they were in.

"What are you two doing out here?" McGonagall asked with a huff, as she strode forwards, glowering at them.

"Having a romantic walk, Professor," Hermione answered honestly, omitting a few facts, as a result. "It is still allowed."

"Quite," the woman huffed, looking annoyed. "And your wands are out ... why? Do you feel the need to use them, out here, of all places?"

Harry rolled his eyes, and was about to retort, when he heard the sharp barking snarl.

"Figures it'd happen with a Professor around" he groaned to himself, looking decidedly pissed.

"What happens when I'm around?" the Scotswoman asked in apprehension.

"Nothing" he spoke, before bones cracked and shifted, as the door slammed open, revealing the dog, chasing after a rat faced man. He hissed softly, before his entire body seemed to explode in size, into a young Peruvian Vipertooth, chasing after the dog with a great deal of care.

"Did ... did Potter just..." stammered the Professor.

"Yes, Ma'am, he did" Hermione spoke, changing into a second Peruvian Vipertooth, with slightly silver scales.

"Of all the dragons they chose to become, it had to be a horse sized dragon with a penchant for eating humans!" McGonagall spoke in an exasperated voice, before changing into a cat and rushed after them. She might be scared of being eaten, but she was a Professor, and her first duty was to protect her students, no matter how irritating or troublesome.

There was a steady crunching of bones, when she reached the Shrieking Shack, and McGonagall blinked as she saw Remus Lupin and Sirius Black, then blinked again as she saw Harry and Hermione standing off to the side, both having long, sweeping, tattered black cloaks around them, as their ice blue eyes stared on calmly, their silvery white hair streaming down their backs as they stared on calmly. If it weren't for the wavy hair of Hermione, and the slight ruffled look of Harry's, she wouldn't have known who they were, as their skin was so pale, almost like a ghost. Still, they both held an aura of power, but, with the Gates of Power up, restraining their magic, it was impossible to determine how powerful they were.

"Sirius, I see you have found Peter," came the odd sounding voice from Harry Potter, almost like tinkling crystal and the cords of a harp being plucked. "Torture him with a few Pain Hexes and Curses, but keep him alive, and mostly maim free."

"Harry, I'm not sure that is wise to do," came the reflective voice of Hermione, which sounded like a struck crystal and an arctic breeze, almost breathy, panting. "He is a slippery bastard, after all."

"True, true, however, we have Wards to stop Animagi from leaving the house in their Animagi forms" he spoke, his voice now husky, throaty, drawling and seductive, though still keeping the tinkling crystal and harp cord voice, as if it were adding in on itself.

"Harry" Hermione warned, her tone light, though it was throaty, seductive, husky, a drawling lilt that wouldn't be out of place on a whore, or a slut.

"What is going on here?" McGonagall demanded, looking at them oddly, and with irritation. "You're fraternising with a murderer, Mister Potter, the murderer who killed your parents, no less!"

"On the contrary, Professor," came the biting cold voice, that was now like grinding and breaking glass in an arctic wind, from Harry Potter, no less, luminous icy blue eyes gazing on impassively. "I am not fraternising with my parents murderer, we are simply going to catch the rat bastard, torture him for a bit, beat him up, and hand him to the Ministry in a very public display."

"Oh" McGonagall spoke, her face dead of emotion, though she had an odd tone in her voice.

Likely her confusion, no doubt, they all thought with amusement.

Harry drew out his wand, and waved it silently, causing a circle of fire to surround the rat, as the fur was slowly burned away, leaving it completely bald, except for the head, which was done up in a little segmented mohawk.

Sirius snickered softly. "Harry, if I ever get on your bad side, just kill me, will you? I don't want to suffer your humiliation."

"Yeah, sure," he spoke in a bored voice, which was the same tinkling crystal and harp cord voice that he had used before. "Sirius, your turn."

Sirius nodded, and raised a stolen wand, levelling it at the rat, and spoke clearly "Nequim Yelish."

The rat squeaked, before it seemed to deflate slightly.

"Nequim Yelish?" Harry asked, intrigued at the spell.

"Old spell by courtiers and noblemen, they wanted slender bodies, and used it on themselves. It forcefully causes the body to devour the fat in the body, leaving the person emaciated, before it reverses itself, to give sharper features, and a slender body. It also tightens the skin around the body to remove the sag" he spoke with a grin.

Harry nodded.

McGonagall looked appalled that they were all abusing a rat.

"Trin Jiiu" Remus spoke in a soft, whimsical voice.

They all looked at him questioningly when nothing happened.

"It's a Bowel Loosening and Bladder Control Release Curse. It stays on for life, if done with a twist at the end" he spoke with a faint grin.

Hermione levelled her own wand, and thought about it. Then, for a few seconds, she got a positively evil look in her eyes, before she spoke clearly, announcing out with a vicious smile "Explosivo Castrado."

The rat squealed and shrieked, as its nuts were blown apart, the wound cauterised instantly.

They all levelled their wands against the rat, and it shifted as the Animagus Revealing Charm showed Pettigrew in all his human glory (thankfully clothed, though).

"Harry, your turn again" Sirius spoke lightly, as they gathered him up, and strode out into the grounds with the rat being dragged, screaming and kicking, clawing at the ground to escape, while everyone ran out to see what the trouble was.

McGonagall was confused.

"I guess, for my parents murder, for betraying them, I will have to levy a suitable punishment for the years of abuse I suffered" he spoke, levelling his wand on Sirius, who simply stared on defiantly.

He nodded simply, in acceptance.

Harry ignored Dumbledore, who looked like he was near orgasm (which was very disturbing), and his wand slashed down to Pettigrew, and he twisted his wand, ignoring the entire school, and spoke softly, with malice, eyes alight with disgust, as he pushed his hatred and rage and want to cause suffering into the spell.

"Crucio."

The man was screaming in agony, while he held the wand on the man, slowly twirling the wand in his fingers, ignoring the Aurors there, as well as the reporters, who arrived with Ministry officials. He grinned sadistically, his blackened lips curling into a twisted smile as the curse continued, pumping more power into the spell. A hand on his wrist made him look up, as Francine was looking at him in concern. Harry looked back down to the screaming man, before flicking his wand, causing the screaming to intensify, as he started to wave his wand, until, at the very last minute before the man went completely insane, he drew his wand back, and stopped the Curse.

"Now then, we have a little problem, here, Minister, Headmaster. See, there is a man who should be dead, alive, and, supposedly, a valiant hero, whose bravery led to the capture and incarceration of Sirius Black, my godfather, and my fathers best friend, almost brother. Now, I am very ... open, about my hatred of traitors, and bullies, but, to see one in person," he spoke. He twisted his wand, and a wordless Stinging Hex caused the man to screech as an eye exploded in his skull, thanks to the precise aim of Harry. "To think that this ... this ... low born scum of the world, is still alive, after betraying my parents, this ... rat that betrayed them, I am going to have to say, I am disappointed."

They stared on in shock.

"Crucio!" Harry hissed again, in a barely serpentine voice, eyes glowing with a dark rage and malice.

"Flippendo!" Fudge shouted at the displaced teen.

Harry drew his other wand, batting the spell away.

"Do not interfere, Fudge, I am punishing the traitor to my family. This is a Blood Feud between House Potter and House Pettigrew, and it will not be sated until the end of the entire Family of Pettigrew is pain for the sufferance laid onto the Head of the House of Potter" he spoke in a stern voice, eyes glittering darkly.

"You're punishing the wrong man! Sirius Black is beside you!" the man spoke with wide eyes.

"They switched Secret Keepers, my family, Sirius Black was a decoy, a dummy Keeper, the obvious choice. Pettigrew was not" Harry spoke stiffly.

Fudge stilled at that. It actually made sense, and, despite the fact that the child was using an Unforgivable, he slowly started scowling, before turning to the man in question.

"This is Peter Pettigrew? He looks ... thinner than he should" Fudge spoke diplomatically, pointedly ignoring Dumbledore.

"Nequim Yelish" Sirius chipped in with a happy smile, relishing in the suffering of the man who destroyed his life, and that of his godson.

Fudge winced at that. Everyone knew that spell was about on the level with the Cruciatus, and the only reason it was off the list of restricted spells is because many Purebloods used it on themselves.

He finally nodded, and looked to the boy, that was holding the man under the Cruciatus, and spoke simply "he will have to stand trial."

"Do it here, I won't let this turd to escape" he snarled.

Fudge puffed up, before deflating, and nodding.

As Sirius was questioned, under Wizards Oath, Harry held the man down with bindings, sending mild Stinging and Biting Hexes to the man.

Finally, after the details were gone over, Fudge looked to Harry, and spoke six simple words.

"Do what you wish to him."

Harry grinned, his face taking a dark turn, as his eyes bled gold. He shrieked in fury at the man, and descended on him, talons digging into his shoulders.

"M-m-mercy..." Pettigrew pleaded, when he gained his senses back, from the sudden, sharp, physical pain.

Harry backed off, picking up his wand, and breathed in deeply.

"T-t-t-thank you, H-harry..." Peter spoke with a snivelling look of gratitude.

Harry spun, his eyes a glowing green, and he levelled his wand at the man.

"Avada Kedavra" he spoke in a clear, crisp tone, eyes hard as they shimmered to ice blue, while the green spell surged from his wand, impacting the man, sending him flying from the impact.

Harry lashed his wand quickly at the man, and tugged harshly, causing him to fly at him. Harry rapidly Conjured a steel wall, that was shaped like a triangle, to protect him from impact, and the body was cleanly severed in two, both halves of the torso rolling along the ground, cut apart at the waist. Harry breathed out slowly, before turning, after letting his Conjuration fall, and he simply stared at the bleeding corpse halves, before flicking his wand, causing blue flames to engulf the corpse, and burn to ashes, which blew away with a quick flick of the wand and a gust of wind.

"Harry..." Hermione started softly, looking on in empathy.

"Sirius, get cleaned up, Remus, go buy some clothes for the newly freed man, and Hermione, come with me" he spoke stiffly, coldly.

She nodded, and slowly followed after him, and, when they were in a classroom, she grabbed the young man as he broke down, shivering, silently crying, running her hands through his long silky tresses, as she held him close to her chest, head between her breasts. She quietly uttered soothing words, smiling softly, sadly, as he shivered against her.

"Harry, he made his choice, you did what you needed to do" she soothed him, tracing his jaw with a finger. She understood, he was powerful, he had lived through a bloody and brutal war where anything and everything had to be used to fight Voldemort, and now, all she had left was the broken man as thanks to those troubling times.

She really hated Voldemort and Dumbledore for doing this to her husband, her lover, her best friend, and her Soul Mate.

Harry looked up, his eyes broken, as tears leaked from his eyes, trailing down his cheeks.

"It's going to happen again, Hermione, I'm going to have to fight again, aren't I?" he whispered brokenly, in a tormented voice.

"This time, love, you'll have me, Francine, and Tonks, to help you through it, Sirius and Remus, as well" Hermione spoke in a soothing voice.

He nodded, entire body trembling, before he shuddered slightly. "It's starting again, and nothing can stop it" he muttered bitterly.

"But we are together, now" she spoke with a loving smile.

"Yeah, together" he spoke softly, wrapping his arms around her waist tightly.

"Shh, it's okay, Harry, we can get through this, together" she spoke, running her fingers through his soft hair, loving the feel of it.

Harry sighed in brief relaxation, before he grabbed his wand, and Transfigured a table into a bed, and pulled her over, laying down under the covers, holding it open, and she settled in, facing him, holding him, limbs entwined together. They shared a brief, love filled kiss, before Harry closed his eyes, body still shaking.

When she was sure he was asleep, Hermione sighed, and ran her fingers through his hair. If Harry kept going like this, he was going to be torn in too many directions at once, and go insane.

She made her choice.

Damn the consequences, and damn the world.

(-=|One Week Later|=-)

As they all started to head for the train, Harry was stopped by Tonks, who was done for her guarding duty, and in her Hit-Wizard uniform, her hand on his shoulder.

Harry blinked at her. "Tonks? Wha..." he started.

The young man was cut off by a passionate, heavy, hungry kiss that was almost devouring. For several minutes, Harry was still, before Tonks pulled back, and Harry raised an eyebrow.

"That was thanks, and ... maybe a ... promise, for something more..." she spoke with a slightly nervous smile, giving a sly wink at the end, and vanished with a pop.

Hermione coughed politely, raising a delicate eyebrow. "Did you enjoy that, much?" she asked with a slightly accusatory tone.

"So what if I did? You would, too, if you thought she was into girls" Harry snorted.

Francine lunged at Harry, at that point, wrapping her legs around his waist, and kissed Harry passionately, while Hermione laughed to herself, dragging the duo to the train. She knew that Francine had a crush on Harry, but damn, she was aggressive.

(-=|End Chapter|=-)

Authors Note:

So, here is the closing chapter for the story, mostly because this chapter was so bloody difficult to actually find a good plot hold. I always screw up with the Third Year, for some reason. I can do 1-2 and 4-6, and I mostly ignore 7, simply because I think that the whole Deathly Hallows thing is just some big plot filler thing to finish the story.

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