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 34
Meanwhile Back in Alagaesia, Varden Camp
Harry stood on the embankment near the camp next to Arya as the leaders of the resistance met. A warning horn had sounded not long ago. About two miles from camp on the Jiet River five black boats had just pulled against the shore.
"There only appears to be somewhere between two hundred seventy and three hundred," Arya noted as soldiers poured from the boats.
There was some discussion amongst the leadership why Galbatorix would send so few.
"Do not engage them in the open. Pick them off from the fortifications with archers," Harry said. "Something does not feel right about this."
"You suspect magic at work," Arya surmised. "I do," Harry agreed.
Another horn sounded. Behind a group of willow trees on the far side of the Jiet River, Thorn rose up into the sky with Murtagh on his back. Murtagh was clutching a colored blade that was obviously a Rider's blade.
"If you'll excuse us," Harry said grimly. "Same tactic as before. I will remain above you," He said to Blodgharm who nodded.
Arya and Harry mounted Saphira and rose into the air. They stayed close to the ground where Harry was close to the elven spellcasters. This would allow Murtagh to get the higher ground. Yet Harry had a counter for that.
Harry could sense the anguish coming from Murtagh. He had been even more tightly bound in oaths by Galbatorix than before. Murtagh had no choice but to attack. Harry sensed even more Eldunari upon Eragon's person than before. The Eldunari in Harry's possession were still upon them. He did not need them though. Murtagh tried reaching out with magic and pulling Harry and Saphira towards him. Harry felt the magical grip on him and flexed his own aura shedding the spell as if it were rain washing off of him. Murtagh's eyes widened in surprise. He tried again with an even stronger grip. Harry didn't even allow the magic to form around him this time.
Meanwhile arrows were flying by the hundreds towards the three hundred soldiers Galbatorix had sent. Despite arrows sticking into many of them, the soldiers ignored the wounds as if they weren't even there. They had been fortified with magic. Nasuada had realized that the soldiers couldn't be allowed to get close. She had sent out kull and riders on horseback to engage.
Meanwhile Thorn drove towards Saphira. Harry raised his hands. A large sphere of compressed air formed in front of Harry's outstretched hands and with a flick of his hands raced towards Thorn. Thorn tried to dodge. But the sphere corrected. Thorn was flung off course. It was all Murtagh could do to remain on Thorn's back. Yet he dropped his blade. The blue sword tumbled to the ground. When Thorn straightened out, Murtagh looked frantically for the blade. When he spotted he gestured with his magic. Harry's magical grip snapped towards the blade and kept it pinned to the ground. Murtagh's features twisted in effort as he increased the strength with which he tried to pull the blade to him. He drew upon the strength of the Eldunari.
Murtagh was very strong, beyond any mortal caster in this land with the Eldunari backing him up. Yet Harry was stronger even with the Eldunari he had on him. He could tap into his wizard core of magic. That was without even tapping into the probe following him around or the Harion's power core itself. The sword did not budge an inch. Finally Murtagh gave up on that.
"Father, retrieve the blade please," Arya sent to her father who was near where it had dropped amongst the group of Blodgharm's elves.
Evandar grabbed the sword and tucked it away. Murtagh tried diving towards Saphira with the same results.
Murtagh paused then with a snarl and shouted, "You are a coward Eragon Shadeslayer. Face me!"
"Says the person who slew Hrothgar with magic from a distance," Harry replied. "If you are not strong enough to get past my magic then you do not deserve to face me."
With another snarl Thorn hurtled towards Saphira once more. This time Harry actually directed their trajectory. Thorn crashed down into he center of the soldiers from the army that were even then fighting the soldiers of the Varden. Thorn crushed many with his landing and in his bid to get back into the air. He again tried coming at Saphira.
"I believe he means to tire you out," Arya said. "How long can you deflect him this way?" "As long as it takes," Harry replied.
After one unsuccessful rush, Murtagh let out a scream of rage and flung a ruby bolt of energy at Harry like the one that had seemingly killed Hrothgar. Harry raised a shield and deflected the attack into the air. Harry flung his right hand out and responded with a lightning bolt that struck the wards around Murtagh and began to drain them. This went on for some time with the two battling from a distance. Murtagh was beginning to look winded despite the Eldunari at his call. Harry looked as calm as ever.
"How are you doing this?" Murtagh demanded as he tried to catch his breath while Thorn hovered only a few hundred feet from Saphira.
"Despite the fact that Galbatorix has done very well in his conquest we all still originate from a young race. The older races know much of magic," Harry said. "Are you ready to yield?"
"I cannot," Murtagh said. "I am more strongly bound than before." "I doubt Galbatorix wanted to sacrifice you for these efforts," Harry said.
Harry activated the transporter in his probe. The two dozen small Eldunari upon Murtagh's person materialized in front of Harry floating. Murtagh's eyes widened as he realized that he no longer possessed any Eldunari.
"How?" Murtagh managed before realizing he was incredibly vulnerable.
Murtagh immediately signaled Thorn to turn and fly away with all haste. Their oaths compelled them as much. The only situation in which Galbatorix had commanded them to retreat was if they were overwhelmed once more. Being commanded to not irreparably harm either Saphira or Eragon had hindered their efforts. Galbatorix had been confident that the numerical advantage of all those Eldunari would be enough to overcome Eragon and Saphira. Galbatorix had been wrong. Despite their defeat, Murtagh found the idea that Galbatorix could still be wrong comforting. It meant there was hope for Galbatorix's defeat.
"Are they...?" Arya began.
"Yes. From young dragons just like the others," Harry said as he allowed the Eldunari to float into his magical storage.
"How many young dragons did Galbatorix and his forsworn slay?" Arya asked.
"I certainly hope he has run out of young ones to loan Murtagh. I think we came out of this with a far better deal. We have more Eldunari than before and a Rider's sword," Harry sent to Arya as they made sure Murtagh and Thorn had left the area.
"Indeed," Arya agreed.
From the ground, Selena watched her elder son fly away after trying to engage her younger son in battle. She was amazed at how strong Eragon had become. She was saddened by the conflict but was happy neither of her sons was seriously hurt. She hoped Murtagh would be free again one day soon.
"He will be freed," Brom whispered to Selena with a comforting squeeze of her hand seemingly have read her mind even though she knew her mental barriers prevented that.
Selena turned to her lover and gave him an appreciative smile. She had never dared thought she would see him again after they had last parted when he had been spying upon Morzan. And here now they both were seemingly transported into the future. Both of them were young and healthy. She had two full grown sons.
"I hope so," Selena said before leaning forward and kissing Brom.
Meanwhile, Harry, Arya, and the other elves had turned their attention to the fight with Orrin against the three hundred soldiers.
"Galbatorix has blocked their ability to feel most pain," Evandar reported mentally. "It also appears he has warded against most magicians or that the magicians tried using magic that causes death due to pain."
"We will have to kill them physically then," Harry responded.
The elvish bodyguards were swiftly running out to join the battle. They joined battle at the same time that Saphira, Harry, and Arya dropped into place. After the battle Harry would learn that Orrin's horsemen rode in and cut a bloody swath across Galbatorix's black soldiers. But what they thought were mortal wounds did not keep down the black soldiers. When men who had half their face missing or had an arrow buried in their chest rose up laughing it caused the nerve of Orrin's men to break.
Arya and Harry leapt off Saphira with swords drawn. Their blades began slicing off heads or slicing through skulls enough to bisect brains. The bodyguards joined in. With the speed of the elves only black soldiers were being killed. When Orrin's men saw how the elves were killing
the black soldiers, Orrin's men joined in. Soon all but one that Harry had pinned to the ground was dead.
"What are you?" Orrin demanded of the man as he stalked up next to Harry. "Be you some demon?"
"I am man. A man who wants to see to the future of his family Surdan. Galbatorix removed my pain so that where other men might fall to exhaustion or pain I shall continue to hunt my prey. You cannot defeat us. We will come for you," Jarand declared.
"You will help us discover what magics Galbatorix has worked on your kind," Harry said before he overwhelmed the defenses on Jarand's body enough to put the man to sleep. To his guards he said, "Please decipher all magics on him and learn what you can. He will not wake unless one of us wakes him."
"It will be done Shadeslayer," Blodgharm said as several of the guards took him away.
"We lost so many men," Orrin said as he looked at the fallen bodies of comrades. "Yet not as many as we would have if you hadn't joined us Shadeslayer. Thank you." He looked to one of his seconds and said, "Spread the word that these black soldiers, this black guard, that Galbatorix has created can only be killed by taking their heads or caving in their skulls with mace. An arrow through the eye from a distance could work as well."
Orrin's second nodded and went to do so. Nasuada rode up at that point.
"What happened?" Nasuada asked. Orrin recounted exactly what had happened on his end. "A foul creation indeed," She said when he had finished. "And with your opponent?"
Nasuada was carefully not saying Murtagh's name out in the open where it could be overheard by those who didn't know that Murtagh had been enslaved by Galbatorix. Harry appreciated it. Even though Murtagh hadn't bothered hiding his face this time, Harry had taken measures. Harry's probe had projected a Notice-Me-Not onto Murtagh's facial features.
"As you can see we drove them off. We also managed to capture another Rider's blade," Harry said as one of his guards handed him the blue blade.
Harry inspected the sword. It was shaped much like Zar'roc except a little thinner. "The runes name this blade Islingr," Arya said with surprise. Arya shared a surprised look with Blodgharm. "You recognize the blade?" Nasuada asked.
"All elves recognize this blade," Lady Nasuada. "For it belonged to Vrael before the fall."
Nasuada appeared surprised and said, "Then Galbatorix will be angry indeed for its losss. Yet I am surprised he would allow it to be used by any but himself."
"He has his own blade forged specifically for him before the fall," Arya explained. "It is fitting that the new head of the Rider's order should wield this blade. You will want to practice with it."
Harry nodded and said, "I shall do so."
Several Hours Later
Harry stood on a hillside near the Varden camp freshly showered. Before him stood the villagers of Caravahall. What seemed like most of the men of the Varden were also in attendance around the hillside watching proceedings. The villagers began to sing the ancient wedding songs of Palancar Valley. Tunaia, one of Harry's bodyguards, had brought a harp and began to play along with the song. Roran and Katrina emerged from crowd on either side at the end of the path opened by the villagers and began to approach Harry. The clothes bride and groom wore were new and resplendent in their simple beauty. Harry had provided the clothing.
Roran looked freshly cleaned and handsome with a beaming smile. Yet Katrina captivated the attention of the humans around her. She looked very happy to be getting married. Ismira walked behind Katrina. Garrow walked behind Roran. Harry had reworked the magic concealing Ismira, Garrow, Marian, Brom, Selena, and Evandar's return to the land of the living. It was a modified version of the Fidelius. Everyone who heard their name would be able to hear the name. But none who wished the person protected by the magic ill will or harm would be able to remember that name or their face.
Halfway up the hill a pair of white doves carrying a crown of yellow daffodils appeared and dropped the crown upon Katrina's head compliments of Arya. The song ended shortly after Roran and Katrina arrived before Harry.
"Welcome one and all," Harry called out, his voice magically carrying to all present. "Today we have come together to celebrate the union between the families of Roran Garrowsson and Katrina Ismirasdaughter. They are both of good reputation, and to the best of my knowledge, no one else has a claim upn their hands. If that is not the case, or if any other reason exists that they should not be joined, speak now and let those gathered judge the merit of your claim." No one spoke. "Who here speaks for Roran Garrowsson?"
"I Garrow speak for my son," Garrow said stepping forward.
The villagers of Carvahall had been forwarned that as a wedding gift Leaf had returned Garrow, Marian, and Ismira to the land of the living. The villagers were firmly questioning if the mysterious Leaf was not actually a goddess instead of one of the legendary Grey Folk.
"Who here speaks for Katrina Ismirasdaughter?" Harry asked. "I Ismira speak for my daughter," Ismira said stepping forward.
"It is right and proper. What, then, does Roran Garrowsson bring to this marriage, that both he and his wife may prosper?" Harry asked.
"He brings his name. He brings his hammer. He brings the strength of his hands. And he brings this dowry protected with magic by his cousin Eragon Shadeslayer," Garrow said as a large chest filled with more gold than most there had ever seen appeared next to Roran.
There were exclamations of surprise from many present at the sight of the gold. It was a dowry fit for a princess.
"Do you accept this offer, Ismira Helenasdaughter?" Harry asked. "I do," Ismira said.
"And what does Katrina Ismirasdaughter bring to this marriage, that both she and her husband may prosper?" Harry asked.
"She brings her love and devotion, with which she shall serve Roran Garrowsson. She brings her skills at running a household. And she brings her dowry," Ismira said.
Ismira then proceeded to describe in general terms the contents of her household implements that were in several chests brought forward. Leaf had used magic to duplicate them so that Ismira and Sloan would not go without.
"Do you accept this offer, Garrow Geraldsson?" Harry asked. "I do," Garrow replied.
"Thus your families become one, in accordance with the law of the land. Are you both pleased with how your representative shave negotiated on your behalf?" Harry asked.
"I am," Roran said.
"I am," Katrina added.
"If you agree to this union swear," Harry said.
"I Roran Stronghammer, son of Garrow, do swear, by my name and by my lineage, that I shall protect and provide for Katrina Ismirasdaughter while we both yet live," Roran said confidently.
Roran's vows went on for a little while longer. Then Katrina's vows began.
"I Katrina, daughter of Ismira, do swear, by my name and by my lineage, that I shall serve and provide for Roran Garrowsson while we both yet live," Katrina began.
Her vows too went on for some time. When they were finished Harry inwardly grin. It was time for him to deviate from the traditional ceremony a little bit. Evandar had attended weddings in the past run by Riders. Indeed, Vrael, had wed Evandar to Islanzadi or at least what passed for a wedding amongst the elves.
"With the power of a dragon Rider and my power in magic I create these rings," Harry said as he reaised his hands in the air above his head. Magical energy glowing golden in color formed into two simple bands. The energy coalesced into solid gold. Harry brought his hands down and caused the rings to float onto the left finger next to the pinky of Roran and Katrina. "These rings have special powers which you shall discover in time and will aid in your marriage. I now name you man and wife."
The crowd erupted into cheers as Roran and Katrina kissed. Saphira added her blessing by touching the couple who were holding hands using the tip of her snout.
"Let the feast begin," Roran called after the crowd finished cheering.
"What powers did you imbue in those rings?" Arya asked curiously as she took his arm and walked down towards the feast with her lover.
"Well first of all they will be able to talk mind to mind like we do now. They will be able to share thoughts and feelings when they are intimate. The rings will also help synchronize when they are feeling amorous. It will let them locate one another anywhere in Alagaesia and know if the other is safe even if unconscious," Harry explained.
"A truly wondrous gift," Arya said. Evandar hung back with the group of those returned from the dead and eyed his daughter so
close to her beau.
"How long do you think it will be until we attend a wedding for those two?" Selena whispered to Brom.
"I would imagine not long after the war is over," Evandar answered before Brom could, then proceded to the feast.
Back at Hogwarts
After the food had been finished, Dumbledore had reorganized the great hall for dancing. The Weird Sisters took the stage.
"May I have this dance beautiful?" Harry asked as he held out his hand for Hermione. "Of course handsome," Hermione agreed with a grin.
Harry due to his elf-like physiology which had translated back from Alagaesia was the most graceful person on the dance floor. He easily guided Hermione through the dance much to her pleasure. Eventually others joined the champions on the dance floor. Yet Harry and Hermione didn't stop dancing. They continued through many songs. The songs changed between slow songs and fast paced songs. Hermione seemed to enjoy both equally. The sight of Hermione smiling having fun as they danced across from each other to some of the livelier songs was wonderful enough to power a patronus.
Eventually though she had to take a break and pulled Harry over to sit at a table.
"This is wonderful," Hermione said as two glasses of punch appeared at their table courtesy of a castle house elf.
"It is pretty fun," Harry said. "You look gorgeous tonight. I've got the most beautiful witch at the ball on my arm."
"I don't know about that," Hermione said while feeling quite pleased. "You look pretty handsome yourself."
"Do you want me to prove it to you?" Harry asked. "How?" Hermione asked.
Harry closed his eyes and used his Rider training to reach out and sample the minds of all the magicals present. Only those whose minds were closed due to occlumency training weren't sampled. It was much like the threat-sensing Oromis had taught him. Yet instead of threats, Harry looked for attraction towards Hermione. Then he reached into her mind and shared what he had found with her.
"Do you feel it?" Harry asked.
"Oh wow. So many people are attracted to me. Even some of the girls," Hermione said with surprise.
"Yes. You are bloody gorgeous tonight," Harry whispered before leaning in and kissing Hermione. The attraction of so many people was getting to Hermione. Her knickers were growing quite damp. Harry was able to pick up on this with his enhanced senses. "Do you want to step out a bit and take care of that? I could take you up to the library, set you on a table, and use my mouth on you."
Hermione shivered and said, "That sounds lovely later. But for now, I want to stay and enjoy the ball."
Enjoy the ball they did. Neville had a great time with Susan and Luna. He had managed to really come out of his shell. Throughout the entire night, Hermione had made sure to brush up against Harry sensually. Many times they would be dancing and her butt would be against his groin or her hand would cop a feel. Harry had no doubt that they would be engaging in some oral action that night. He just didn't realize that would only be the foreplay.
Room of Requirement – Warning Smut Scene Lead-In
"I need you in me now Harry," Hermione whispered urgently with the need in her tone as Harry continued to lap at her gash hungrily, his right middle finger sawing in and out of her hungry hole.
Harry was rock hard as he lapped at his girlfriend's juicy snatch. They were in the Room of Requirements configured to look like Hermione's bedroom as if it was plopped inside of the Hogwarts library. She was wearing only a pair of garters that emphasized how bloody gorgeous she looked. Harry sat up and stroked his prick as he stared at her. He scooted forward moving between her spread thighs. He moved down closer to her.
Begin Smut Scene
Harry watched Hermione's face intently as he held his dick firmly with the tip pressed at her virgin entrance. She gripped his biceps tightly while Harry slowly pressed forward and slid his shaft into her cunny. Hermione hissed as she was penetrated for the first time. Harry worked inch after inch into his best friend's core and only the magic he was using kept her from feeling the pain as he tore through her maidenhead. Finally, Harry was buried to the hilt in Hermione's snatch and he felt her inner muscles flexing around him experimentally.
"Are you ok?" Harry asked. "Yeah...just give me a minute," Hermione whispered.
Harry waited patiently when all he really wanted to do was start stroking away at Hermione's womanhood. Then she leaned up and drew him into a kiss. Harry kissed Hermione back as he started working his hips between her parted thighs. He felt her muscular sleeve resisting his movements. But all this served to do was make it feel better for Harry. Hermione was wetness incarnate around his tool as he worked over her innards. She broke the kiss after only half a dozen strokes to breathe. She threw her head back with a hiss and then let out a moan while saying his name. Hermione's legs came up and wrapped around Harry's backside. She reached down and gripped his sides with her fingertips as he settled into a steady rhythm of pumping her pussy.
"So tight," Harry groaned.
Hermione bit her bottom lip with her gaze locked on Harry. "Sweet Merlin," Hermione whispered. "I had no idea."
Hermione whimpered as Harry's stiff length moved in and out of her snatch. She felt so full with his manhood burrowing in and out of her body. It felt bloody fantastic! His dick was hitting all the right spots which sent surges of pleasure shooting through her lower half each time one of those spots was stimulated. Harry's hard muscled form moved against her. She saw a look of such need and desire in his eyes all directed at her. He lowered his face down so that it was inches from hers. Their breath mixed as he skewered her again and again. She didn't want him to stop...not ever. She never wanted his manhood to leave her body. Each time he withdrew to just the tip of his prick she was left feeling empty. Then he would thrust down and drive his hardness deep into her cunny and it simply felt right. She absolutely adored that feeling of rightness.
"I love you so much," Harry whispered, saying the words between thrusts and emphasizing the strength of his desire by several quick jabs of his shaft. "So beautiful," He added.
Harry lifted his lower body up a little more by leaning forward. This saw him able to drive himself into Hermione more vigorously. She was unable to respond with any coherent verbal response as he sent a chaotic storm of new sensations through her body with the new angle of thrust. It felt like her vagina was actually gripping him more tightly. His mouth went down to her right nipple and he hungrily suckled on her flesh, his tongue tasting and massaging her at the same time. Hermione hissed and then called out Harry's name while arching her chest up to his mouth. Harry's right hand flew down to her left hip as he supported himself on his left arm alone. He felt her soft flesh beneath his grip.
"Yes...yes...yes!" Hermione chanted growing louder and more passionate in her cries. "Oh...I love you Harry...don't stop! Don't ever stop," Hermione cried out.
Hermione became aware of a buildup of magic in her womanly core that started off as a low level buzz. But then she actually began to get a low level of pleasure from this magic. She could tell that Harry was controlling it, bending it to her will. The magic somehow worked in unison with his prick and the way it was massaging her physical sleeve. Her cunny felt fantastic. She started to crave the surges of sensation that rocked through her each time he impacted her body. His thrusts were growing more vigorous with each passing heartbeat. Hermione had no idea that Harry had this much stamina. It was almost inhuman the way he maintained his pace. Then somehow they changed positions. He was no behind her pressed against her backside. His hands both held her hips now. His mouth was at her right ear.
"You're mine Hermione," Harry whispered. "Every day for the rest of our lives I'm going to slip my dick into your tight little snatch. And every day I will make you wild with ecstasy as you orgasm on my dick. Then I will pump your belly full of my seed. Do you want that?"
"Yes," Hermione whispered. "Yes Harry...every day," She urged as she rocked her hips back and forth. Hermione's undulating hips drove her bottom back into Harry's groin. She felt the
meaty slap-slap-slap of her bottom bouncing off of his groin. She felt his tool actually grow harder inside of her. "I want to feel you losing yourself in me," She whispered encouragingly.
Hermione felt Harry's right leg slide between her legs while his left slid under their joined legs. He used this leverage to actually pull her closer against him. She felt like she fit perfectly against him as he started driving his thick shaft into her gash. She was even hotter than she had been when he had been on top of her. Hermione closed her eyes and just basked in Harry's presence and being with him. She enjoyed everything about being skewered by him from his masculine scent to the small groans he let loose right next to her ear. She reached up and played with her nipples as he shafted her. She rolled her sensitive buds between her fingers and just laid her head on his bicep while focusing on enjoying the pounding her pussy was receiving. She consciously made an effort of clamping her kegel muscles down around Harry as he reached the full depth in her quim and tried holding him as she pulled out. Just like the book she had read described this technique seemed to make Harry enjoy things even more. She could feel his shaft throbbing inside of her and burning with heat. She felt his hands shift forward upon her hips until his right fingertips curved down over her abdomen to the top of her pussy. When his fingertips began playing with her clit Hermione gasped and cried out his name.
"Harry...yes...oh damn...I'm so close," Hermione cried out. "Please don't stop."
"I won't stop," Harry assured. "Just cum for me beautiful. Let go and cum on my cock. I want to feel you lose control and know I caused it."
Hermione bit her bottom lip as Harry toyed with her clit with fingers that simply had to be magically enhanced. His thrusting sped up. Hermione could feel him growing harder within her. She was so close. It felt like a spark of magic entered her clit at some point and that set her off. Hermione screamed and felt her muscles momentarily lock up before they spasmed rapidly. She screamed out her ecstasy and shuddered as euphoria rolled through her mind. She lost awareness of her surroundings and became aware again when she felt Harry's burning seed surging into her pussy. He was buried fully in her and holding her against him as tightly as he could. His moans were deep and throaty as he emptied everything he had into her core. Hermione felt overwhelming affection and love for her partner.
When the two lovers eventually started to come down from their satisfying climax Hermione turned her head and kissed him.
"Let's just stay like this...for as long as possible," Hermione whispered as she took Harry's hands and held them against her belly.
"For as long as possible," Harry agreed. The two ended up falling asleep like that still joined. It was one of the best sleeps they ever had. End Smut Scene
The Next Morning
Hermione Granger woke up to a strange feeling for her. Her boyfriend was pressed against her backside. They were both naked. She was feeling a little sore down below. But it wasn't in a bad way. She felt that familiar sensation of arousal in her nether regions. Sex with Harry had been more than she could have ever hoped. It was so good she found she craved it again. She decided there was no reason to restrain herself. Harry woke up to a very pleasant morning.
An Abandoned Classroom
Neville Longbottom was waking up to a very similar situation as Harry except he had been nestled between two witches. Luna and Susan were also very eager to continue exploring.
In Alagaesia
"Your suggestion has merit," Harry said as he, Arya, and Blodgharm sat in Nasuada's tent with Saphira looking in.
"But I will not be staying here without Eragon," Arya stated. "I too do not think it wise for him to go alone, certainly not with a Kull," Blodgharm.
Nasuada had suggested Harry run to Farthen Dur with a Kull being the only other sentient in Alagaesia capable of keeping up with him outside of an elf. She wanted all the elves to remain to keep up the ruse.
"We have an ally in our midst who can pass for Eragon," Arya said thinking of her father.
"And another ally that should be able to portray Arya," Harry said while thinking of his mother.
Selena had experience with disguises. With the help of the other elves she should easily be able to portray Arya.
"What of Saphira?" Nasuada asked. "Will she stay or go?" Harry was silent for several moments as he thought about the best way to go about things.
"I will speak to Leaf. She will be able to make a very convincing illusion that would probably even fool Galbatorix himself. She will make it seem as if Saphira is still here. We will leave at night completely invisible to the senses," Harry said.
In truth it wouldn't be Leaf who made the illusion. It would simply be a cloaked probe generating the illusion.
"Very well," Nasuada agreed. "That was all I wanted to suggest," Nasuada said.
"You are correct that the dwarves need to select their new monarch in a more expedient manor," Harry agreed.
"And Eragon's status as a clan member will help that," Arya agreed. "Though perhaps I should portray myself as a human because my presence combined with Eragon's appearance might make them think he is an elf instead of a clan member."
"Seeing you as a human might make things interesting," Harry said with an amused smirk. Arya grinned at her lover. "We have much to speak of with others," Arya said as she rose. The group went about implementing the plan.
Hogwarts
"Gentlemen, might I have a word," Harry said to Fred and George after finding them in a common room.
The Twins nodded curiously and followed him out to the hallway. He led them to an abandoned classroom near Gryffindor tower.
"What can we do for you Harry?" Fred asked. "I have a business proposition for you," Harry replied. "We're all ears," George said.
"It's simple enough. I know you need capitol to start your business. You could also use other things. I will invest 5,000 galleons in your business. I'll also provide a shop for your use in Diagon Alley. And I will handle advertising. You'll also have Harry Potter backing your products. In return I am a 1/3 partner in the business. You two will handle everything else about running the company," Harry proposed.
The Twins looked at each other and seemed to have a private conversation. Harry detected something akin to Legilimency but perhaps unique to magical twins.
"Deal," Fred said.
"I've taken the liberty to have my solicitor draw up a magical contract," Harry said. "Look it over and let me know when you are ready to sign."
Harry handed them a piece of parchment. "We will do," George agreed. "Thank you, Harry." "Yes, thank you," Fred added.
"You two want this badly enough that I think you will do quite well. It's a good investment strategy," Harry said. "I don't plan to personally get involved in investments too often. I prefer investing in the non-magical trading markets. But when I see a good opportunity I won't pass it up."
"The more to our benefit," George agreed.
"This is wonderful," Hermione said as she walked along the beach.
Their cruise ship was docked off the coast of the island they were currently walking on.
"That it is," Harry agreed while admiring her in her bikini.
"You know one would almost think you enjoy seeing me in a bikini more than seeing me naked," Hermione mused teasingly.
"Well the bikini does emphasize your assets," Harry mused. "And I do get to enjoy showing you off to other guys."
"I sense a but coming up," Hermione said.
"But when you're naked with me I usually get to enjoy having my dick inside of you. And nothing beats that," Harry said.
"You're right. Nothing beats that," Hermione agreed.
It was a few days after the Yule Ball. The Christmas holidays were still on for Hogwarts. Even if they weren't Harry could have used time travel to snuck them off. Part of Harry's Christmas gift to friends and family was treating them to a Carribean cruise. James, Lily, Amelia, Sirius, Remus, Tonks, Dan, Emma, all the Longbottoms, Susan, Luna, and Xenophilus Lovegood were all on the cruise.
"You should consider making a beach around the Mars resort. You'd have to make a lake. But you could use Martian sand. That combined with the view from the Martian surface would be breathtaking," Hermione suggested.
"It's actually a pretty neat idea," Harry mused.
"I do occasionally have them," Hermione teased. "Your age locker arm band was a brilliant idea."
Another gift to his friends and family was the age locker arm bands. They were a slim band of a titanium alloy which had micro-runes etched into them. The runes accomplished the transfiguration process that Harry and Salazar had discovered to reverse aging. Once a month the arm band would turn the wearer's age back one month through transfiguration. All Harry had to do was initially adjust the age of the wearer. Every one of the adults had set their age to twenty-five years old. Another set of micro-runes on the band generated an illusion so the wearer appeared to be whatever age they wished to appear. Those wearing the bands could see through the illusions. Harry had also included a feature which would conceal the runes from anyone who didn't have a keyed in magical signature. This was currently just Harry, Hermione, and his parents.
"Thanks. They seemed to be a big hit with everyone. And now I'm not necessary to keep everyone young," Harry said. "There is Neville and the girls."
"They look like they just shagged," Hermione noted as they got closer.
"They did," Harry said as he tapped his nose.
Harry's superior sense of smell picked up on that fact.
"Hey you two," Susan said. "We were just about to head for the island's carnival. Do you want to join us?"
"It sounds fun," Hermione agreed as she glanced at Harry. He nodded. And the couple fell in line with the trio. "I wonder if the games in this carnival will be wrigged like most carnivals," Harry mused. "What do you mean by wrigged?" Neville asked having never been to a carnival.
"Typically a lot of the games are almost impossible to win. And usually the toys you can win as a prize cost very little money because they are bought in bulk. By the time you do sometimes win one you almost always have spent more than the cost of the animal," Hermione explained.
"Well if that is the case I wouldn't feel bad about using a little wandless magic to help us win," Harry said with a grin that the others quickly matched.
Hermione Granger woke up in bed alone. She opened her eyes and found herself in the bed at Potter Keep. Potter Keep was a villa located on a private island off the coast of southern Italy. The island like most magically hidden properties wasn't on any muggle maps. It had become something of a favorite spot for Harry and Hermione to visit on their frequent breaks from Hogwarts. Hermione felt the feeling of the silk sheets on her bare skin. She had that pleasant tingle between her thighs that showed her how much she had enjoyed last night's activities with Harry.
Either Harry or Dobby had cleaned the bedding in the night so that they didn't sleep in the residue of their joining. She laid there trying to discern what had woken her. She reached for her wand on the night stand and cast a tempus charm. It wasn't that the sun was up. For it no doubt was at this hour. The blackout charms on the door out to the balcony were still in effect. There she felt it, a surge of magic from outside. It was powerful.
Hermione got up and slipped on her panties and night shirt discarded the night before. She walked out the door of the villa to see the beautiful sight of the beach a short ways below. Potter Keep was situated on a rocky hillside with stairs that led down to the beech below. It was there that the source of the powerful magic was discernible. She watched as Harry battled a dozen foes. He was currently fighting Voldemort and all of the dark lord's inner circle death eaters. If it wasn't for the fact that Dolohov was among them Hermione might assume these were the actual Voldemort and death eaters. The fact that Harry had not awoken her intentionally also gave way to the fact that these were not the real Voldemort and company.
Hermione's breathe caught in her throat and she felt her nether regions quicken with heat as she watched her shirtless boyfriend working out. Harry was only wearing a pair of boxer briefs. He wasn't even holding a wand as he battled his opponents. These were HFRs, Human Form Replicators. Hermione would learn later that Rhazael had analyzed the battle style of Voldemort and all of his inner circle using temporal probes sent into the past. The individual HFRs were programmed to fight with all of the capability of their real world counterparts. It was as close to real as possible as could be.
Harry James Potter looked like a god amongst men as he fought. His body was chiseled muscle without being bulky enough to slow him down. He was slim and athletic. His true elven features were on display. For here on this island they both didn't suppress their true forms with their metamorphmagus abilities. Hermione herself appeared to be seventeen thanks to their frequent trips through time away from Hogwarts. Harry looked to be eighteen or nineteen. He moved inhumanly fast. She watched as he deflected no less than three killing curses with a wandless golden shield that literally bent spacetime. Two of the deflected curses killed inner circle members. Lightning left his right hand sending four more inner circle members reeling back with burns. He did a twisting flip through the air avoiding several other curses in the next moment. He delivered a powerful blow that likely broke the bones of another before following up with an elbow to the face for one opponent. He stepped behind another death eater so that Voldemort's curse hit that death eater.
Within twenty seconds of fighting Harry had taken out all of Voldemort's inner circle. It was just the two of them left to fight.
"Well Potter it looks like it is just you and I. Time for me to finish what my followers were incapable of," Voldemort said before sending a spear of dark light straight at Harry.
Harry sidestepped the beam and closed the distance. What followed was a brutal but short fight. Harry summoned a sword from nowhere partway through the fight. That sword ended up decapitating the dark lord.
Harry was breathing hard when the fight was over. He was dripping sweat. The death eaters picked themselves up. Their forms flickered for a moment and they seemed to be as good as new. Voldemort's head turned into a silvery liquid before flowing back onto his body. He stood up also ready to renew the fight.
"That is enough for one day," Harry said. The HFRs bowed and then disappeared in a beam of transporter light. Harry turned to the villa and saw Hermione watching him, saying, "I'm sorry if I woke you."
"Don't be," Hermione said. "I enjoyed the show. How many times have you fought them this morning?"
"That was the fifth," Harry admitted. "I think I'm ready to face him whenever he comes out of hiding."
"I'll say," Hermione said. "Do you have anything left in the tank to take care of your girlfriend?"
Hermione was quite aroused after watching that. In answer, Harry closed his eyes. Nothing happened for several moments. Then his form seemed to glow briefly. She thought she spotted tendrils of white light coming out of his body. Then the image vanished and Harry looked completely rested. The sweat was gone from his body.
"Yes I do," Harry said hungrily.
"What was that?" Hermione asked curiously.
"Rhaezael told me I show up as a full blooded Alteran on his scanners. The Alterans have figured out how to shed their physical bodies and exist as beings of pure energy. They are incredibly powerful. While living as pure energy doesn't sound appealing to me, being able to access that state from time to time is useful. Rhaezael and I managed to work out how to do it. I've been practicing," Harry explalined.
"Can you teach me?" Hermione asked.
Harry smiled as he leapt and landed on the balcony next to her. "Of course," Harry confirmed before pulling her into his arms and kissing her.
All thoughts about learning the new magical technique fled Hermione's mind. There was only that kiss. She and Harry returned to the master bedroom.