To Train A Bad-Ass
By Stargatesg1fan1 Disclaimer: I own nothing of any recognized characters or universes within.
Women Bonded to Harry Potter in This Story
Ros is Played by Esme Bianco Leaf is Played by Kae Alexander Ygritte is Played by Rose Leslie Missandei is Played by Nathalie Emmanuel Daenerys 'Daeny' Targaryen is Played by Emilia Clarke Melisandre is played by Catrice Van Houten
Margaery Tyrell is played by Natalie Dormer Sansa Stark is played by Sophie Turner Tyene Sand is played by Rosabell Laurenti Sellers Myrcella Baratheon Lannister is played by Nell Tiger Free Cersei Lannister is played by Lena Heady
Arya Svit Kona is played by Sienna Guillory Hermione Granger is played by Emma Watson
Chapter 28
Hogwarts
"How interesting," Harry said to himself as he looked at himself in a mirror within Salazar's chamber.
"It would seem that your new elven form has translated back to your body here and I imagine to your Jon Snow form," Salazar said where his illusion was projected within the room.
Harry still had his Harry Potter features. Except the enhancements that had made his Eragon form look like a princeling were present here as well.
"This could cause a problem unless I can use my metamorphmagus abilities to hide this," Harry said as he tried just that.
Harry concentrated and tried just that. It worked. "Do you still retain the strength, speed, enhanced senses, and other benefits?" Salazar asked. Harry tried moving and found he moved far more swiftly than any human should be capable of. "It appears I do," Harry said.
"Excellent. That should make your quest to become a superb warrior even easier," Salazar said.
Earth, United States, Salem
Hermione walked hand in hand down the street of the magical district in Salem with her boyfriend. She couldn't help but glance at him from time to time. He seemed to be changing every day in sublte ways. Others may not notice it. She noticed. She was so close to him and knew him so well it was not hard to notice. She wondered how much he grew with each day that had passed. This most recent trip had just confirmed for her that time travel was involved. It had been a Tuesday night when he had asked her out on a date. She recalled their conversation.
"We have school work to finish up," Hermione had pointed out.
In response Harry had handed her pieces of parchment.
"Here is the homework for every class that was assigned," Harry said.
Hermione quickly glanced over the parchment and couldn't help but say, "This looks like something I would write! How did you get this?"
"I have access to resources. Think of it similar to a wizarding portrait that can emulate the personality of a person for a time. And it can research like nobody's business," Harry said.
Between Rhaezael and Salazar working together it was a matter of a few minutes for the two to generate the homework for both Harry and Hermione.
"This is cheating," Hermione objected weakly.
She really did like the sound of a date with Harry.
"It isn't cheating. That is exactly what you would have written. This just skips all the time having to look things up. Read everything before you turn it in," Harry had said. "I want a date with my beautiful girlfriend."
That had sold Hermione. She got her things for her date. "Where are we going?" Hermione asked.
"Salem Massacheusetts," Harry had said.
She thought he hadn't been serious. Then he had wrapped her in his strong arms and apparated them from the tunnel to honeydukes. Sure enough they had arrived in Salem.
"Harry, what time is it? These people look like they are just starting their day," Hermione had asked as she looked around at the magical district.
She saw people eating breakfast at a nearby café.
"The time difference with Salem is that Scotland is 5 hours ahead of Salem. So since it was 5 PM when we left it would have been noon here. But I wanted to spend the day with you. We've done a little time travel. It is 8 AM here," Harry explained.
Hermione had stumbled at that. They had so casually traveled through time. It had taken her a bit to digest the fact that her boyfriend could so casually bypass the natural flow of time. Once they had gotten over that he had bought her breakfast. Then they had started exploring. They had gone from shop to shop seeing how the Americans lived. The Salem shopping district was much larger than Diagon Alley. After lunch, Hermione had expected to feel pretty tired considering it had been 5 PM five or six hours ago for her. Yet she didn't feel tired in the least. She would later find out it was more magic on Harry's part.
"This must be the American version of a pensieve," Harry mused as he examined a device that looked like a projectector on a shelf.
There were a dozen more of the same model behind the first. "It's a bit pricey," Hermione said as she saw the two hundred galleon price tag.
"Actually this is pretty inexpensive compared to a traditional pensieve in England. Those are a thousand galleons minimum," Harry said. "Do you want one? You could show your parents memories of Hogwarts."
"I couldn't let you buy me that," Hermione said while inwardly she really wanted one.
It would allow her to store copies of memories of her lessons. Yet it cost just as much as an entire year's tuition at Hogwarts.
"I want to buy it for you," Harry said.
Harry picked up two of the projectors and put them in his shopping cart. They were currently in an American technomagic store which showcased what the Americans were able to do by mixing non-magical technology with magic.
"Thank you," Hermione said sincerely and gave Harry a kiss to show how much she meant it. When the kiss ended Harry joked, "I'll have to do more things that make you want to thank me."
Hermione blushed at his comment but was pleased he had enjoyed that. For the first time she honestly wondered how wealthy her boyfriend was that he could so casually drop four hundred galleons on a purchase like that. In fact the 3 million galleons Harry had started out with when
he first checked his Gringotts vaults had grown to over 5 million galleons with the wise investment from Rhaezael. The AI was able to predict the muggle stock market. The growth in Harry's vaults was accomplished by taking a few hundred thousand in cash converted from galleons and investing it. Rhaezael wasn't going faster than that so as to not arouse suspicion by the non-magicals. Some of that invested money was then converted back into galleons. Between that, the treasure he had in Westeros, and the ability to mine asteroids of precious minerals Harry would never have to worry about money even if he went fairly crazy in spending. He had no intention of oing so. Buying whatever he wanted in the shopping district here was perfectly acceptable in his mind. Yet he had been raised on so little that he intended to watch what he spent.
Harry and Hermione spent most of the day exploring the magical shopping district. They also managed to tour the local museums and Salem Academy of Magic.
"What do you think?" Harry asked during dinner.
"I think it would be very easy to go to school here," Hermione said. "I hate to say it but their curriculum is even more advanced and diverse than Hogwarts."
"I thought the masters classes might interest you," Harry agreed.
"That and the fact that they teach mundane topics too to better blend in with the mundane world," Hermione said.
When going for a magical mastery a witch or wizard could also attend university. "Maybe after graduating Hogwarts we could transfer over," Harry suggested.
Hermione reached out and took his hand giving it an affectionate squeeze saying, "I would like that."
"I'm glad I brought you here today," Harry said. "I am too. I just wish it wouldn't end. I love exploring with you," Hermione replied wistfully. "Where else would you like to explore?" Harry asked.
Hermione spent much of dinner talking about the places she would like to see. The couple enjoyed dinner and a romantic stroll in a nearby park under the moonlight. It was a magical district park complete with fairies and other magical creatures. They ended up cuddling together on a thick blanket Harry had conjured beneath a tree on a soft bed of moss. Cuddling led to kissing. When Harry's hands began exploring Hermione just moaned encouragingly.
"You really seem to like my bum," Hermione said with a grin as she caught her breath after one particularly vigorous bout of kissing.
"Whatever would give you that idea?" Harry asked teasingly.
"Well the fact that your hands keep playing with it, squeezing it a lot," Hermione answered. "Not that I mind. And then there is this," She said as she reached down boldly and grabbed his hard shaft.
"Hermione, you surprise me," Harry said.
"I am sure I am full of surprises Harry Potter. If you're allowed to grab parts of me then I'm allowed to grab parts of you," Hermione said.
She gave his manhood another firm squeeze before letting go. She was no expert by any means. But she was pretty sure her boyfriend was very well endowed. When it grew late they decided to head back. When Harry wrapped his eyes around her and took them away it wasn't Hogwarts they returned to.
"Where are we?" Hermione asked as she looked around. It was bright daylight. "Welcome to Italy a month back in time," Harry said. Hermione gasped and looked at her boyfriend.
"A month?!" Hermione exclaimed. "I know of no time magic that can take you back that far." "It exists. I doubt many people know of it though," Harry said. "Just how far back can you go?" Hermione asked. "Very far," Harry answered.
"Far enough to save your parents?" Hermione asked. "Come on," Harry said as he took her hand.
They happened to be standing next to a beautiful hotel in Florence. Harry led her into the hotel and to the elevator. They went straight to the top floor.
"Don't we have to check in?" Hermione asked. "Already taken care of," Harry said.
Harry's probe had booked them a room and paid for it by using a little time travel. When Hermione was led into the room she again gasped. The room was gorgeous, nicer than any hotel room she had ever seen.
"Are you going to answer the question?" Hermione asked.
"Now that we're in private I'll somewhat answer your question. Yes, I can go back far enough to save my parents. I already did. I faked their deaths to perverse the timeline. My parents are in fact alive and kicking somewhere safe. They are relaxing and enjoying their time getting reacclimated to their new situation in life," Harry explained.
"Harry, that is fantastic!" Hermione declared while hugging him profusely. "I'm so happy for you."
"Thank you," Harry said. "We should probably get some sleep. We have had a long day and will have a long day tomorrow if we want to explore. We have a month of vacationing to explore all the places on your list."
Harry cast cleaning charms on the both of them. Hermione shuddered as his magic washed over her. It felt good. She felt like she had just taken a really good bath and brushed their teeth. Hermione found her normal nightgown lying on the bed. She slipped into the bathroom and changed into it. When she returned she found Harry lying in bed with a pair of night shorts and a t-shirt. She slipped into bed and cuddled up with him.
Hermione felt the strong urge to explore further sexually with her best friend. Yet she also felt like things were moving so fast. It would be so easy to let herself get caught up in the moment. She didn't want to have any regrets. As if sensing her inner turmoil Harry made the decision for her.
"Goodnight Hermione," Harry said. "Night Harry," Hermione replied.
Harry cast a sleeping charm on her. He laid there holding his beautiful best friend for a few minutes. He just enjoyed having her in his arms. This was Hermione. If he had his way about things he wouldn't screw this up. She was wonderful. He mentally ordered his probe to put him to sleep as well or he would never be able to sleep completely cuddled up with Hermione. He was out within moments.
Alagaesia, Teirm
Leaf had drawn Harry's attention to the fact that Roran had ended up in Teirm in the house of Jeod. Jeod had helped Eragon and Brom before Harry's arrival in this universe. The man was an old friend of Brom's and an agent of the Varden who had fallen on hard times because of being an agent. The Empire had sabotaged all of Jeod's shipments to the Varden. The moment of the big reveal was interesting.
Jeod's wife Helen had just finished shouting at Jeod through the door of Jeod's study calling him all kinds of insulting names because she thought he was hiding in his study.
"It isn't her fault really. Helen doesn't understand why all this misfortune has befallen us. It's my fault for not telling her," Jeod said.
"Telling her what?" Nolfavrell asked.
"I haven't told her that I am an agent for the Varden," Jeod revealed to the shock of the group in his study. "Have you heard rumors in the past few months about a new Rider who opposes Galbatorix?"
"We have," Roran confirmed. "We figured they were tall tales like all the rest."
"This time they weren't," Jeod said. "The new Rider is Eragon. The stone he found in the spine was actually one of the few remaining dragon eggs. It hatched for him with a dragon he named Saphira. That is why Galbatorix attacked Palancar. Eragon has proven himself a formidable enemy and I imagine they hoped to get leverage on him."
Roran threw back his head and howled with laughter. Tears came to his eyes. Roran was laughing at the absurdity of it all and at the very real possibility it was true.
After composing himself Roran said, "I will agree that your story fits the facts. Yet I think there are more likely scenarios."
Birgit asked, "How did this dragon egg come to be in the spine where Eragon found it?"
"That story I am quite familiar with," Jeod said before launching into the tale of how he helped Brom steal Saphira's egg along with the agreement between elves and the Varden to ferry the egg back and forth.
When Jeod talked about events immediately surrounding Eragon finding the egg Roran began to really pay attention. Jeod knew things that could have only come from Eragon. Eragon's strange behavior suddenly made a lot more sense. When the story came to Garrow's death rage filled Roran. Eragon's responsibility in Garrow's death by keeping the dragon secret was clear.
"What was Eragon thinking keeping the egg a secret?" Roran asked angrily.
"He was terrified harm would come to Saphira. And rightfully so," Jeod said. "Perhaps he should have said something to Garrow or you. But you must understand something. Dragons and their Riders are so intertwined that it is something terrible for a Rider or dragon to harm one another. Their bond is very strong. That is one of the reasons Galbatorix went mad after his dragon died."
"He still should have told us," Roran said adamantly.
"Perhaps," Jeod agreed. Just then a chest appeared in the middle of the room startling everyone. "It's one of the trunks we were given," Birgit pointed out. "It says Jeod and Helen," Gertrude read. "This is one of the magical trunks you mentioned in your story?" Jeod asked interestingly. "Aye," Roran confirmed. "It would seem that Leaf wants you to come with us."
At that moment, a vision came over Roran. It was as if he was no longer sitting in that room. Instead he found himself floating high over Teirm. He flailed his arms and legs for a moment before realizing he wasn't falling.
"Peace Roran Garrowson," Leaf said as she stood before him floating in mid-air. "Leaf," Roran said. "Is what Jeod said about Eragon being a Rider true?"
"It is," Leaf confirmed. "I am an ally of your cousin. I have brought you here to tell you a few things. The first is that Garrow is actually alive."
Roran's eyes widened in shock.
"His body was found," Roran said. "We buried him."
"That was a magical duplicate. Garrow would have died without intervention. I intervened but felt it was best to maintain the deception that he was dead in order to protect his life," Leaf said.
"Where is he?" Roran asked.
"I am keeping him in a magical sleep for now where he will be safe," Leaf said as she waved her hand and showed a room with two beds in it.
Garrow was laying in one bed still as if he was dead. Yet he looked alive. The other bed was occupied by a woman whose image made Roran's heart pound in his chest.
"Is that?" Roran began, unable to actually say her name. "Your mother Marian, yes," Leaf said. "We brought her back as a favor to Eragon."
Roran swallowed. Whatever Leaf was be it Grey Folk or something else she was like a goddess in capability.
"Thank you," Roran said. "I hate to sound ungrateful but what of Katrina."
"Katrina is actually not in any danger," Leaf said. "I have the ability to catch glimpses of the future. If we intervented too soon then you would not have become the man you have become and are becoming. For the sake of the future you neededed to become a harder man. It will serve you better in life. Katrina is in a safe location controlling a fake copy of her body that the Ra'zac hold imprisoned. For the sake of maintaining our secrets you must rescue her at some point. Yet the real Katrina will not be harmed if you do not. Eragon will help you when you find him."
Roran's shoulders sagged in relief as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders. "Thank you. Thank you for all you have done," Roran said. "I can't tell anyone this can I?"
"You cannot," Leaf confirmed. "You still have a hard road ahead of you Roran. I will help some. Yet to be a strong man you have to stand for yourself."
Suddenly Roran's vision cleared and he found himself sitting back in Jeod's study. "What just happened?" Jeod asked. Everyone was staring at Roran. "Your eyes glowed blue," Gertrude pointed out.
"Leaf showed me a vision," Roran said. "Jeod speaks the truth. Eragon is a Rider."
Roran tuned the next few moments of discussion out as he digested everything else Leaf had revealed. His parents were alive. Katrina was safe. Roran did not resent the hard man he had been forced to become. He would better be able to protect his family.
"Well that settles that," Loring said he he re-sheathed his dagger. "It does," Birgit agreed. "Do you have any good thoughts on how to get us to the Varden?" Gertrude asked Jeod.
"I do. I hadn't been able to work out how to do it. But with you here it is possible. The Dragon Wing is the new ship that is moored in the harbor. It is to set sail in a week's time for Feinstar. "It is fully provisioned with a cargo of food," Jeod said. "The Blackmoor shipping company which owns the ship is a front for the Empire. So, we will be getting back at the Empire a little. If we steal it and move quickly enough Galbatorix shouldn't have time to mobilize any intercept vessels before we are out of the area. The Dragon Wing is the fastest ship of her tonnage."
"That's perfect," Roran said. "Let us go with this approach."
A plan was discussed among their group. "Now if you'll excuse me I have to go reveal the truth to my wife," Jeod said as he rose. "Luck be with you," Loring said with a cackle.
Harry couldn't help but listen in a bit on the situation with Helen and Jeod. Jeod wanted her to do what made her happiest whether that was stay with her father or come with him to Surda. Yet he also begged her to give him a chance and come to Surda.
Helen's primary question of her husband said a lot about her. She asked, "Are you important among the Varden?"
He supposed he was being too harsh with his thoughts of Helen. It was not unreasonable to know if she would be leaving her home to live as a pauper. Helen was raised to live a certain lifestyle. Jeod had said the Varden owe him some consideration for his part in acquiring Saphira's egg. That was true. Harry felt like he owed Jeod for his help in that. More than that, Jeod was a friend of Brom's. That was why there was a room full of gold sitting in the expanded trunk that was gifted to Jeod and Helen which would reveal itself in time. Harry didn't want anyone to think of using that gold for provisions for the journey. If Helen decided to accompany Jeod then she would benefit from that gold. If not, it was her loss.
Jeod did show Helen the trunk. She was amazed.
"So if I do decide to accompany you we could take everything from our home here," Helen said with realization.
"That we could," Jeod confirmed.
Helen was very thoughtful after that. Harry decided to help Jeod out a bit. He used the spell which would cause sex dreams on Helen while making Jeod the subject of those dreams. Harry decided he would add Jeod and Helen to the list of people who got a de-aging in the future provided she accompanied her husband. Even though Harry hadn't met Jeod in person he had memories from Eragon of how the man had helped them.
Roran sent Mandel back to Horst with instructions. Three hours before dawn the group gathered. Jeod was dressed with a long cloak and a rapier on his side. When Helen came down the stairs next to the entryway his relieved smile said it all about how he was feeling. She tentatively returned the smile.
"What about our trunk?" Helen asked as they made to leave. "A friend is transporting it to the ship for us," Jeod assured.
The trunk had disappeared with a note left by Leaf that it would be taken care of. Jeod had learned when he went out to recruit more men from his regular crew that the five men who had
agreed to join him had also received trunks. The group made their way through the dark city to Teirm's eastern gate which opened to the harbor. The gate was open which was typical at this hour.
"What is your business?" Jora, a guard, said as he lowered his poleaxe. He accepted the scroll Jeod handed him and examined it. "You can pass," He said a moment later.
They joined up with Jeod's five men at the shore after passing through the gate. Each man was equipped with a weighted club and several lengths of rope. The group made their way down the docks to the Dragon Wing. There were two sentries with lanterns on the deck o the ship. The gangway had been pulled away for the night.
"The most important part of this is to keep the alarm from being sounded," Jeod whispered to the group.
"Two men above and two below right?" Roran said. "Yes," Uthar, one of Jeod's men, said.
Roran and Uthar stripped to their breeches then tied the rope and clubs around their waists. They moved further down the docks and lowered themselves into the frigid water. Roran and Uthar swam back to the dragon wing. Uthar dove under for the far side anchor. Roran went to the nearest anchor. The signal came when Birgit engaged the sentries in conversation. Roran and Uthar both took note of the fact that the water wasn't cold moments into their swim. Nor were the anchors cold. Their clothes and bodies dried instantly the moment they started climbing the anchors. This was thanks to magic. Silencing magic kept them from being overheard as Roran and Uthar gained the deck. They crept up behind the two sentries who were leaning against the railing exchanging words with Birgit. Roran and Uthar crept from cover and struck the two sentries over the head. While they were being secured with rope, Birgit and the rest of the group came out of cover and raised the gangway.
The ship was searched. The purser, the bosun, the ship's cook, and the cook's assistant were all secured. While they waited for the villagers to make their way along the coast and arrive, those from Carvahall along with Jeod's men began emptying the hold of any extraneous supplies such as bales of raw wool. The sky was starting to lighten two hours after the ship had been taken when the villagers were spotted along the coast. Due to frequent pirate attacks Teirm had a wall that bordered the docks.
Uthar had ordered men to bring out javelins and tar for the great bows mounted on the deck. The javelins were coated in tar. When the soldiers on the wall spotted the villagers, Uthar ordered the javelins lit and the bows fired. As if by magic, all twelve javelins fired in that first volley hit locations to set the docks and that end of Teirm ablaze. It was by magic. Harry and Leaf were invisibly guiding the javelins with their magic. The smoke began to quickly obscure the view of the soldiers on the walls from being able to see the dragon wing. They still blindly fired arrows. Harry and Leaf again made sure none of the arrows reached the dragon wing or villagers. The
villagers reached the dragon wing and began boarding with haste. They were directed below decks.
"The hold, it is expanded like our trunks," Nolfavrell reported to Roran as the last group of villagers disappeared below.
"Thank goodness for Leaf," Roran said.
In short order Uther gave orders having them weigh anchor, cut loose the gangway, and the oarsmen having them move away from the dock. One the dragon wing was a sufficient distance from shore something truly awe inspiring occurred. The flames simply died away. Roran was at the railing watching with Jeod and several others.
"I take it that was Leaf's doing?" Jeod asked. "It must be," Roran said as before their eyes buildings that were half burnt were restored. Ships used for fishing and the livelihood of others were also restored. "I never thought I'd see such magic," Jeod said. "Are we sure this Leaf isn't a goddess?" "I have no idea," Roran admitted.
Roran had been asking himself that same thing. By noon the dragon wing was moving under the power of the wind on its sail. Everyone was busy getting organized since the haste to board hadn't allowed for that. Duties were handed out. The extra space provided by Leaf in the hold was wonderful. There was enough room to house everyone without overcrowding.
Roran was helping with the efforts when the cry of, "Ra'zac" sent a chill down his spine.
Roran hurried towards the back of the ship where he found Horst with several others. Horst pointed towards the coastline. A lethrblaka with a Ra'zac on its back was hovering over the coast line. The Ra'zac let out a terrible screech.
"You shall not essscape," The Ra'zac hissed and it carried over the water. Baldor strung his bow while concealed behind several people.
"I think they are afraid of the ocean. They do not move more than a yard out over the ocean," Gertrude noted.
"She's right," Roran confirmed.
At that moment Baldor finished preparing. The people who had been shielding him moved aside. He took aim and loosed the arrow. While Baldor had been stringing the bow, Harry had cast an enchantment upon the weapon to give it supernaturally accurate aim. The arrow struck
the Lethrblaka in the flank and burst into flame thanks to the magic laid upon the bow. The Lethrblaka let out a pained scream and dropped below the tree line. The arrow wouldn't kill it. Yet it would do some damage. The Ra'zac troubled those onboard the dragon wing no more for the rest of the day.
In Surda events had just taken an interesting turn. Galbatorix had sent a network of spies he called the Black Hand to Surda to infiltrate and work against the efforts o the Varden. One of those spies had just tried to assassinate Nasuada. Nasuada had been in the middle of a meeting with Trianna at the time.
A dart directed by magic and tipped with a deadly poison had been sent through an open window at Nasuada. Harry had been using his technology to keep an eye on things. He had warned Trianna mentally just in time to tackle Nasuada out of harm's way. The assassin had been hunted down thanks to another warning from Harry after that. Harry passed on the information to Trianna about other members of this black hand organization.
Furthermore shortly after that attempt, King Orrin had summoned Nasuada to a meeting of his war council where they had learned through spies that the empire had marched as many as a hundred thousand men past the capitol at night. Reports were not much more accurate than that. Events were not looking good for the resistance against the empire.
CBS Studio
"Hello. I am Dan Rathers," Dan Rathers said.
"And I am Connie Chung," Connie added.
"We are here tonight with Harry Potter and his guardian Sirius Black," Dan added. "Thank you both for coming."
"Thank you for having us Dan," Sirius replied.
"Sirius and Harry are co-owners of Potter Enterprises," Dan began. "Potter Enterprises is a tech company that is making waves with two technologies they have recently demonstrated at a press conference. Sirius or Harry why don't you explain these two technologies."
"I'll leave the explanations up to Harry. I just manage the business side of things," Sirius deferred.
"Let's start with the fusion reactor," Harry said as he gestured to a TV screen nearby which showed a sphere about the size of a small car. "A fusion reactor of this size can power a city and runs off of heavy water, an element that is abundant on Earth."
"How did you come up with such a device at only the age of 15?" Connie asked.
"I study science Ma'am. I understand science very well," Harry said simply.
"So well that there are whisperings that you are the next Einstein or Newton," Dan pointed out.
"I can't speak to that," Harry said modestly.
"Harry is very modest," Sirius pointed out.
"Of course," Connie said. "But there is no need to be modest. Is it true that governments all over the world are contacting you to install fusion reactors in their countries?"
"That is true," Sirius confirmed. "World leaders recognize the ability to severely limit their dependence on non-renewable resources."
"Can you describe your second invention?" Dan asked.
"The second invention is the Evans class shuttlecraft," Harry said as the screen changed to show a sleek looking craft. "I named the line after my maternal family," He added. "Traditionally it cost around $10,000 per pound to send something into space. Our Evans class shuttlecraft can deliver payloads for $100 per pound."
In truth the craft could do it for less than a dollar per pound. But charging this price Sirius and Harry would be making a lot of money.
"That is truly revolutionary," Connie said.
"So revolutionary that with the fleet of ships Potter Enterprises has at its disposal we could be seeing a vast effort to colonize space," Dan said. "Can you speak to that?"
"Contract negotiations are currently ongoing with several governments," Sirius said. "We cannot really speak about it. Suffice it to say that we share the hope that space will be colonized in the near future."
"What is the range of the shuttlecraft?" Connie asked.
"I see why you ask," Harry said. "Currently the Evans class shuttlecraft are built for orbital flight only. But we are working on a line that can achieve interplanetary travel."
"That is exciting. Have you ever thougth of taking your company public?" Dan asked. "We have discussed it," Sirius said. "For now we wish to keep our company private." Considering the multibillion dollar contracts already being discussed with several countries Hary
and Sirius didn't see there being a need to go public. They already stood to make hundreds of billions after taxes. Using even some of the simpler fusion reactor and shuttlecraft designs from the Harion's database had been a brilliant stroke on Harry's part.
Before they had decided to go public with some of these technologies Sirius and Harry had gotten the Dursleys to sign over any guardianship rights to Sirius. Sirius had never been accused of a crime in the muggle world. The Dursleys had been all too happy to get rid of Harry. Harry's new-found wealth was probably making the Dursleys kick themselves. The interview went on for some time after that. They had already given several interviews to other news agencies.
2 Weeks into Harry & Hermione's World Tour, Greece, a Beach
Begin Smut Scene
Hermione moaned approvingly as Harry moved the triangle of her bikini to the side exposing her sex to his gaze. She felt so exposed with all the other beach-goers around. Even though she knew on an intellectual level they couldn't see her due to Harry's magic she still felt exposed. Harry's gaze never left hers as his mouth descended on her pussy. That first lick of his tongue through the folds of her gash sent delicious pleasure through her cunny. The vibrations from his approving moan told her he really enjoyed the taste of her. Harry hungrily began lapping at her sex, tasting her nectar with every swipe of his tongue. She groaned and closed her eyes while threading her fingers through his hair. She focused on the sensations. Her boyfriend was eating her pussy. She couldn't believe it!
Hermione was biting her bottom lip in a sexy pose that always got Harry's motor going. He was finally getting to taste his gorgeous best friend. And he found he really relished the taste of her. His hands held her naked ass as he devoured her flower. He spent a few minutes lapping at her entrance making sure to pay homage to her clit. At that point he decided to start channeling magic directly into her clit each time his tongue passed over it. Hermione gasped and thrust her sex up towards his mouth. He grinned even with his mouth pressed to her cunt and continued to pleasure her with his mouth.
Hermione cried out as the sensations in her clit spiked to feeling even better. Harry had only been licking her pussy for maybe five to ten minutes by this point. But already she felt close to climax. Then his middle finger was pushed inside of her. The flesh inside her cunny felt extra- sensitive to his touch. She simply couldn't get enough of it. She felt her insides clamping down on his digit. She felt a craving deep inside to be filled by something more substantial. Harry's mouth continuing to devour her cunny took her focus off of any other thoughts.
Harry was very tempted to lick lower and explore other parts of his gorgeous girlfriend. He knew she wasn't ready for that so abstained. Instead he just focused on bringing her to orgasm. He could tell she was getting nearer. Her inner muscles were tightening up. She was thrusting her sex against his mouth more and more. Her juices flowed faster. He hungrily lapped at him.
He used his metamorphmagus abilities to thicken the finger he had in her slightly. He rubbed the inside of her snatch feeling her g-spot against his finger. He focused on that g-spot as his tongue and lips licked and suckled at her clit. Hermione's feet were planted on the bed. She was using that leverage to drive her mound up against his mouth. She was grinding her gash against his face, her fingers threaded through his hair.
"Harry, I'm so close," Hermione gasped. "Cum for me beautiful," Harry's voice said directly into her mind. "Cum for me so I can drink
it all down. You taste bloody delicious."
Hermione cried out as her orgasm struck. Her snatch spasmed as a flood of juices came rushing out. Harry's mouth stayed glued to her pussy as Hermione mashed her climaxing snatch against his face. Her inner muscles squeezed and pulled at his finger. For the rest of his days the sight of Hermione Granger coming undone due to his tongue and fingers would be a vision he treasured. She was absolutely beautiful. It took some time for Hermione to come down from her orgasm. All the while he kept his mouth against her pussy. He had stopped licking because she was far too sensitive. Yet he remained in contact. When she opened her eyes and was focusing them upon him again he gave one last lick. This caused her to shudder at the sensation across her very sensitive sex. He cast a wandless breath freshening and cleaning charm upon himself and then came forward to kiss her. Hermione returned the kiss slowly.
"That was amazing," Hermione said.
"You taste fantastic Hermione," Harry answered.
"Do I?" Hermione asked.
"Oh yes," Harry confirmed.
Hermione bit her bottom lip and reached down to feel Harry's manhood. She found him very hard.
"Roll over onto your back," Hermione asked.
Harry did so. Hermione cast a spell which put her hair up in a braid. Harry had long since removed the trace on her wand for her. Hermione pulled down Harry's swim trunks. His hard member sprang free. Hermione's hand wrapped around it. She got down close with it and began exploring it. She stared at it in fascination. She ran her hand over it looking at every speck of exposed skin. Then her tongue darted forward and licked the tip. Her tongue began tasting all over him. She licked the underside of his cock from base to tip dragging a moan out of Harry.
When she reached the tip she slipped her mouth over the head. She began to suckle on the tip of his dick. Her mouth moved down over just the first few inches of shaft. She didn't try to go any further. Hermione had obviously read some tips in a book or gotten tips from another girl. Because straight away her tongue paid attention to his frenum just below the tip. It felt amazing.
Her eyes met his gaze as she began to bob her head slowly up and down the tip of his shaft. The sight of Hermione Granger sucking his dick was very erotic to Harry.
Harry reached out with his mind and sent Hermione what he saw of her working his prick. He sent her his feelings so she could feel just how much what she was doing turned him on. He laid back and enjoyed her efforts. Yet he never took his eyes off of her. She paused in her efforts, took out her wand, and cast a spell silently on her hand all without taking her mouth off of him. When she wrapped her right hand around his prick he felt magic at play. It suddenly felt like her hand was a pussy wrapped around the lower part of his shaft. By squeezing her hand tighter the "pussy" grew tighter. Her saliva lubricated the action as she began to use her hand to pump up and down his shaft in time with her mouth. It felt absolutely heavenly.
Hermione enjoyed how much she was getting to Harry with her efforts. He was practically in heaven with what she was doing to him. He was mentally feeding her the sensations he was feeling. She could understand why he loved what she was doing so much. It felt even better than what she had experienced and that had been fantastic. This feedback never stopped. To Hermione it felt as if she was the one who had a prick being sucked. The pleasure was right there for her as well. This made her increase her efforts. She could feel exactly what felt the best. The precum that leaked out of his shaft was absolutely bursting with magic. To Hermione it tasted fantastic. She couldn't get enough of it. She realized she should have gotten tired and sore from what she was doing. But the magic she was taking in made any fatigue or soreness wash away. Hermione could also sense the magic just below the surface of his skin. It felt to Hermione like she was standing near a high voltage transformer she had walked past on her way home from school as a child. Only instead of the threat of danger Hermione felt welcomed by Harry's magic.
Harry let himself just relax and enjoy the feeling of Hermione's mouth moving upon his cock. Her lips slid down and up. Her tongue worked the underside of his shaft. Her hand moved in time with those. He wasn't familiar with whatever spell she had used. Its effects were very much appreciated. He had his probe float around behind Hermione and send him visions of what she looked like. The sight of Hermione Granger in a bikini kneeling over him polishing his wand with her mouth and hand was truly erotic. Harry had dreamed of something like this since he had first been old enough to notice girls. Harry lost all track of time as he just enjoyed the attention his best friend was paying to him. Gradually he noticed his shaft began to grow more sensitive.
Hermione noticed the increased sensitivity of Harry's prick. She knew from her reading what that meant. She gradually began to notice his dick began to grow bigger in her mouth. She didn't speed up her ministrations yet. She could tell he wanted to make this last as long as possible. It fascinated her as he tried to force his rectal muscles to relax because those were tied to his orgasm. His shaft began to grow increasingly sensitive until even the slightest movement of her lips provoked a reaction far stronger than when she had first sucked his dick into her mouth. His magic was surging out of his skin feeding her power.
"I'm so close Hermine," Harry warned out loud.
She didn't know how to project her thoughts like he could. But she hoped he would hear her given the fact that their minds seemed to be intimately intertwined.
"Cum for me Harry. I want to taste you, to drink every drop of your cum. Give me your hot load," Hermione thought at Harry.
Hermione had read some pretty provocative books in her time. Based on the surge of arousal she felt from her boyfriend it had worked. He was so close. She was close to. Her pussy thrummed with pleasure. She felt him straining to hold relaxed his rectal muscles. Yet eventually the sensations proved too intense. Eventually he was forced to begin clenching his muscles. When he did she felt his seed surge forth into her mouth. It hit the back of her throat and filled her mouth. She immediately began swallowing his warm load which was absolutely brimming with magic. His orgasm triggered her own. She didn't know if that was due to the magic in his seed or how their minds were so intimately linked in that moment. She felt as if it was her dick cumming down her throat. She could feel how fantastic her mouth felt with her tongue lapping gently at the underside of his shaft. Just the simple act of her swallowing felt wonderful to him and turned him on mentally something fierce. Ecstasy surged through his prick and rectal muscles. The same surged through her pussy. Hermione gasped and moaned around his thick tool as she drained it of every drop of semen it had to give.
Gradually their orgasm subsided. Hermione returned the favor and remained on his prick even after his orgasm had seemingly finished. He remained semi-hard within her mouth. Eventually after a couple of minutes she let his prick slip from her mouth. He cast a wandless cleaning and breathe freshening charm on her. She crawled up his body and they kissed. They cuddled up together.
"That was so very hot," Harry said.
"It was," Hermione agreed. "I can understand why guys like having their dicks sucked so much if it feels that good."
"I wish all women could have that understanding," Harry said. "I like doing that to you," Hermione said. "I like licking your pussy," Harry said. The couple sat cuddling and chatting for some time.
End Smut Scene
Alagaesia, Ellesmera "Good morning," Harry greeted Arya as she opened her eyes.
"Good morning," Arya replied and leaned over to kiss him.
It was three days after the end of the blood oath celebration. The elves spent the day after recovering from the party. Harry and Arya had spent that day in bed. Their mouths had gotten quite the workout without their newfound level of intimacy.
The following two days had been spent getting used to his new form. Like the elves, Harry no longer had to sleep. When he was tired he entered the dream state the elves experienced. In these dream visions they often saw their memories with new perspectives. They were also aware of their surroundings while in this state. He now had the strength, speed, and reflexes to match any elf without relying on the techniques Salazar had taught him. And best of all the scar was completely gone from his back. No trace of the curse remained.
"How was your rest?" Harry asked.
"Good," Arya said. "How was yours?" She asked as she snuggled up to him with her head on his chest.
"Really good," Harry said. "I always rest better when you relieve the pressure."
Arya smiled coyly. She knew Eragon had a great weight upon his shoulders. Anything she could do to help relieve the pressure upon him was something she was all too willing to do. Since they had progressed to oral sex she found relieving the pressure even easier than before.
"It felt wonderful to me to," Arya said. "Come, let's share the water closet together."
The water closet wasn't really meant for two people. Harry may have used a slight space expansion charm upon it. Harry and Arya didn't the tight space. They took longer than they would have showering alone because they ended up having to relieve the sexual tension touching one another naked had caused. They shared breakfast. After breakfast but before they left the tree house Harry stopped his lover.
"What is it?" Arya asked. "I have a gift for you," Harry said.
He led her over to a corner of the entryway where garments could be stored. It was a closet. He pulled out a full body suit that seemed to catch the light in an odd way.
"What is it?" Arya asked as she accepted the garmet seeing it was sized for her.
"It is armor that won't impede your movement," Harry said. "I learned how to make it from my dream visions."
Arya knew he meant the grey folk dream visions.
"Thank you," Arya said. "It is so light."
"It is. But despite how light it is you will still find it protects exceptionally well. It will also repair itself from damage given enough time," Harry said.
The armor was made using the most advanced nanotechnology on the Harion and had a built in portkey should the wearer become too injured. The armor didn't just repair itself. The nano- technology could actually heal the wearer.
"Thank you," Arya said again. "You should be wearing this type of armor too," She suggested.
"Oh I will be. I'm putting the finishing touches on my armor tonight," Harry said.
"Should I try it on?" Arya asked.
"Maybe when we get back this evening. If you put that on now we might be further delayed," Harry pointed out.
Arya grinned. The armor was very form-fitting. She would probably need to wear clothing over top of the armor for modesty's sake. Like most mornings they spent time at the practice field. Vanir and the several elves that helped spar against Eragon had been harder pressed since his transformation. Today was no exception.
When he went for his meditation in the glade that day he was able to perceive the plants and even the life force of microscopic organisms. His mind slipped into a peace so profound he stopped feeling himself as an individual. Nothing escaped his attention. Harry felt as if he was one with the forest. He returned to Oromis' hut.
"Master, I have listened until I heard no more," Harry said.
Oromis paused in what he was doing and said, "Tell me what you heard." Harry proceded to tell Oromis. After some time of the description Oromis said, "You heard all there was to hear. Were you able to understand it?"
"No. My mind was unable to process it all," Harry replied.
"Understanding comes with experience. Well done Eragon. Were you my apprentice before the Fall you would have just graduated and have been accorded the full rights of even the eldest of our order," Oromis praised. "Come, follow me outside."
Harry did so. They stopped by the glade.
"What I am about to teach you may be one of the greatest secrets of magic. It is something that not even Galbatorix knows. What is the cost of magic?"
"Energy," Harry said. "Where does that energy come from?" Oromis asked.
"From the body of the spellcaster," Harry replied. "In this universe," He added silently to himself.
"Does it have to?" Oromis asked. "No it does not. At least according to some of the things in my dreams," Harry said.
"Ah, I had wondered if the Grey Folk would show you. When Saphira assists you with a spell the energy isn't coming from you. To do so you have to enter the consciousness of the being you draw the energy from. You just proved through your meditation that you could do so with even the smallest of beings," Oromis pointed out. "Extract a sphere of water using on the energy you can glean from the forest around you."
"Yes master," Harry said realizing even at once it would kill many things. Oromis was trying to teach Harry a hard lesson. A small section of the forest died when Harry commanded the sphere to rise. It was a very small section because he cut the energy flow off almost immediately. "You knew exactly what would happen I take it? A hard lesson?"
"A hard lesson indeed," Oromis confirmed.
Harry closed his eyes and suddenly a wave of magic sweapt out of him over the affected patch of the forest. Oromis extended his senses and his eyes widened.
"What...what did you just do?" Oromis asked.
"Another lesson from the Grey Folk. They learned how to do much with magic which has been lost, including reversing time in small pockets of space," Harry said. "That which died is now no longer dead."
Oromis was truly stunned.
"All our attempts at time magic were too dangerous to pursue. Yet here you use it so casually," Oromis said.
"It is not casual. To restore life is the best purpose for it," Harry said. "Truly. What are its limits?" Oromis asked.
"The further back you wish to rework time the more energy it takes. Such a short span of time takes a moderate amount of energy. A long span of time takes more than most can manage," Harry said.
"I see," Oromis said. "Yet it does not undo the lesson I was trying to teach." "It does not," Harry confirmed. "You have truly graduated from my tutelage Eragon," Oromis said.
"I believe there are always things I can learn from you," Harry replied. "This is another reason why it is important to protec the minds of your soldiers in battle isn't it? If an enemy magician could connect to their minds they don't have to use one of the death magics. They could reach out and take all the energy from the soldiers they are connected to killing them. Furthermore they can use the magic taken to attack with a spell."
"Just so," Oromis said. "I do not think your average magic user knows to do this though. Yet if Galbatorix has learned this technique I would not be surprised if he found some method to teach it to those under him."
"Perhaps he binds them in the ancient language to make sure of their compliance," Harry suggested.
"A disturbing thought," Oromis said.
"Has anyone been successful at harnessing energy from the forces of nature such as heat and light?" Harry asked.
"Logic says it should be possible. But as of yet I have not heard of any successes. Of course, if any beings were successful it might have been the grey folk. Perhaps you will learn this technique in time through your unusual training methods," Oromis said.
That ended the discussion for that day.
Later that evening Harry was having dinner with Arya when a topic of interest came up.
"Your revelation to Oromis and the rest of us about souls going on to survive after the death of the body has had a profound effect on my people," Arya said. "It has now become widespread enough that every elf knows of it."
"How are they reacting?" Harry asked.
"The intelligent design movement has gained additional believers," Arya admitted. "In a way it is more comforting to believe that some form of existence continues after death instead of nothingness."
There was a sect of elves that were by far in the minority before recent events which believed the universe was created by some supreme being. Their argument was that the natural world was too organized to have been the result of random events. There were too many rules to the universe.
The vast majority of elves subscribed to the believe that no supreme beings existed or if they did they were cruel because of how hard life could be.
"Does that mean those who thought a supreme being was cruel are comforted?" Harry asked. "No. More of them are going over to the free will movement," Arya said.
The free will movement contained those individuals who thought that if a supreme being existed they had either lost control of their creation and couldn't effect it on such a vast omnipotent fashion or weren't willing to in order to maintain free will. They would not interfere in free will of those living on the worlds they had created. Cruelties that existed could be because of things that existed on a planet. Personally Harry always wondered if it was possible that such a supreme being wasn't omnipotent and couldn't keep track of everything in creation, especially when considering the multiverse.
"What do you believe?" Harry asked Arya.
"I am not sure what to believe," Arya admitted. "I am still trying to figure that out. For so long I have believed there is no afterlife like most of my people. But you have proven that isn't the case. Even the wisest scholars among my people are questioning long held beliefs."
"Fair enough," Harry agreed. "What of you? What do you believe?" Arya asked.
"I tend to believe in a supreme being because of intelligent design. The Grey Folk have been teaching me their understanding of the natural world. The complexity of the universe is so ordered that I do not think it could have been set in motion by anything other than an intelligent being," Harry said.
"Yet who or what created that intelligent being?" Arya said.
"Well some being would have to be the first one or just exist. It could be a group of beings. Nothing says it had to be one," Harry replied. "I know where you're going with this. By that argument it could be that we are a product of evolving that first set of beings. There doesn' have to be a supreme being by that argument. I agree that it is possible that a supreme being doesn't exist and the universe just was. I just think it is unlikely given how many cultures exist that believe in deities. The Grey Folk have shown me other worlds that exist. There are countless cultures and many believe."
"To have your dream visions," Arya said with a shake of her head. "Maybe someday you will," Harry told her. Their conversation turned to lighter topics after that.