Hero Summoning - Chapter 8

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Yes, I know I am still alive and truthfully speaking; I don't know how I am alive as well because I was close to being not.

It's hard to even write this after not posting here for eight months, but finally I am back.

There are so many things I want to say. So many reasons or exuceses you can say, I want to give you as to why I was inactive, but I can’t because it's too much, and I don’t want to bore you with my sad life.

From getting shadow banned here for one month to getting writer's block and becoming depressed because of personal life stress, it has just been the worst time of my life. I can only be glad and thank my family that I am still here.

But what I can say to you—and what I have wanted to say for months but couldn't because I was a coward—is that I'm sorry. All I can say to those of you who are still here after so many months is that I truly apologise, as you deserved at least something from me and I didn't give it to you.

I really hope you understand, but I won’t even mind if you don’t because I deserve it.

But I can promise you that after getting the help I needed with my personal life and mental health, I am fully back now.

Patronus1709 is no longer on hiatus and is now back on business, with the hope that this time I am coming back better than ever before.

I hope you enjoy this chapter and prepare for many more to come, as I have a tons of ideas to write. I owe you so much work, and I'm going to give it to you; that’s my promise.

Once again, I apologise for being a right bastard and sincerely hope for your forgiveness.

Thank you, and now enjoy the chapter.

The most anticipated day for a magical child, the 1st of September, finally rolled in, and it was a bright sunny day with the perfect weather.

The shiny red and black Hogwarts Express was standing still with its engine puffing clouds of smoke, ready to take the students to the United Kingdom magical school for their new educational journey.

The platform 93/4 was bustling with eager teenagers and their parents, wishing their children a final farewell.

It would be at least four months before they would see their children again, which made it difficult for parents of all ages to send a part of themselves away for so long.

Especially in the time of war they were in.

However, currently, a single family consisting of four members was the centre of attention, and judging by the smirks on their faces, they seemed to be enjoying the attention.

The famous family was none other than the Longbottom's, which consisted of Frank Longbottom, the Head of the House; his mother Augusta Longbottom; his wife Alice Longbottom; and finally, his son Neville Longbottom.

It was not unusual to see the family of the famous boy-who-lived being the centre of attention. With how famous his survival at the age of one was, it was no shock that wherever they went, the crowd always formed around them.

And them being the arrogant fame lovers they were, they always revelled in the attention while the others fawned over them.

Which was why it was a yearly occurrence to see this spectacle on this day, and unfortunately, the people were still stark struck after all these years.

If you were to closely observe, you would notice that as the years went by and the war dragged on, the number of families flocking toward them seemed to diminish gradually.

The big houses and high-standing pureblood and half-blood families who were directly involved in the war, unlike the others, were aware that the Longbottoms were actually nothing but frauds.

They knew their public persona was all a lie, as the famous family had done nothing to support the fighters or contribute to the war to help achieve the victory.

The oblivious public and families who weren’t involved in the war never knew the reality of the boy who lived family like the families who are losing their loved ones every day to the hands of death eaters.

Which was why some of the families, mainly the one in the sacred 28 of Wizengamot, could be seen to sneer and ignore the arrogant ass family of four.

However, the Longbottoms likely didn't notice them because they were too busy pretending to be the celebrities they were being treated as.

Until the floo’s simmering green fire roared, two families of nine members stepped out, and a lush silence fell through.

Once they noticed the silence around them, the family of four idiots turned around to see what had caused this, and collectively, their smug grin turned into a hateful scowl.

All because the two families that can boast the same attention as them have stepped onto the platform together.

The difference lay in how the Longbottoms, with their mythic heroic past, drew the crowd in. On the other hand, the arrival of these two families divided the crowd, evoking both fear and respect.

Unlike the Longbottoms, these two families earned their repetition through their own efforts and not sheer magical luck.

These two families were none other than the infamous Potters and Blacks.

The two powerhouse and historic families boasted the reputation of being the biggest hurdle and have been the pain in the ass of Lord Voldemort's fight to takeover the wizarding world.

The heads of both houses, James Potter and Sirius Black, along with their wives, Lady Lily Potter and Marlene Black, have proven themselves to be a formidable force in both wars.

Together, these four have slain so many death eaters that only Alastair Moody and Albus Dumbledore can match.

That too, maybe barely; such was the prowess of their wand.

Which was why these two families were always treated with respect and given a breath of space by the normal public, who were wary of them despite them fighting on the same side.

However, this year there was an evident increased level of fear due to the addition of a new member to the usual four Potter families.

Harry Potter.

The black-haired, tall, dashing young men who had already seemed to have an effect on the female population going by the blushes on the Hogwarts witches and some of the married older witches as well have become the talk of the town for the last month.

Known as 'The Monster of Cambridgeshire' following his fierce battle and triumph over the death eaters last month, this new Potter has swiftly become one of the most feared wizards in all of Britain.

The scared 28 families who respected and admired the Potters also had a look of shock on their faces as they finally saw the phenomenon that was Harry Potter.

Seeing him as a new and unknown family member of Potter, many were confused and suspicious of who he really was. Many speculated that he might be the deceased infant son of James and Lily due to the striking resemblance of Harry's features to theirs.

And even though these rumours were very close to the truth, Dumbledore had decided after an order meeting that they couldn’t let anyone find out the truth about the ritual. Which is why he has spread his own rumours with goblin-authorised legal documents about our summoned hero, presenting him as a bit different from who he was.

Instead of Harry James Potter, he was now known as Harold Fleamont Potter, the son of James uncle Fleamont Potter and his wife Euphemia Potter.

Fleamont was the older brother of James father, Charlus Potter, and was the actual head of the House of Potter, who, with his wife, made the House Potter reach the height they never had.

However, the unfortunate strong couple met their demise at the hands of the army of death eaters and the dark Lord himself during the first war, when he attacked the Potter family with the intention of killing the family's child, who was prophecied to become his biggest obstacle.

However, the mighty duo of Lord and Lady of House Potter ensured the survival of their house by fighting an army of Dark Lords themselves, allowing Charlus and his family to escape the scene.

Although the next head of house Potter, Charlus Potter, and his wife, Dorea Potter nee Black, soon followed his brother. The deadly virus known as dragon pox claimed their lives.

But with James Potter and his family, the House Potter was still alive, and it was all because of Fleamont and Euphomia Potter. The couple was one of the most respected pairs in the whole wizarding world, and their heroic actions were still being sung as one of the biggest stands and feats against the Lord Voldemort.

Which was why it was a massive shock for everyone when the mysterious monster of Cambridgeshire was proclaimed as the son of the former head and lady of House of Potter.

Many were in disbelief and refused to accept this, as it was known among the pureblood families that Euphomia Potter unfortunately was not able to birth a baby, which was why it was hard to believe the rumours Dumbledore spread.

But then again, Albus Dumbledore wasn’t known and respected as much as he was for nothing.

With some cunning moves and the exchange of bags of gold, the old headmaster had managed to forge the legal documents of Harry’s fake identity through goblins.

If there was one seal that the wizards and wishes couldn't dispute, it was that of the goblins.

Therefore, everyone was forced to accept the twisted truth that Albus had revealed. Because by blood and magic, Harry was a Potter; not even the mother magic can dispute that. It was just the matter of who his parents were—that was not a complete truth.

Also, the long dead house Peverell magic choosing him as the head may definitely have helped.

Now that unexpected news left everyone, especially James, in a state of shock.

For James all his life, he has been told by his parents about the supposedly mythic family house Peverell was and how it was the Potters that were last of its very thin line.

But even though the Potters shared their blood with the legendary Deathly Hallows brothers, there has never been someone in history who has claimed the Head of House ring since the last Peverell died.

Seeing the young man, who was literally his own son but from a different universe, claim the ring on his finger left James not only in stunned shock but also filled him with pride.

His blood being chosen as the head of the Peverell family and the one to revive it from the dead was the biggest proud moment of his life.

However, one individual was not particularly shocked.

For Albus, this big, shocking revelation was just another proof of his belief that Harry was the true master of deathly hallow through magic and by blood as well.

Which made him more relieved that the elder wand was truly Harry's, and he was just someone who was using it until its true owner arrived.

Though there was a little part inside him that complained that he was the last wizard who won it, at least in this world, and Harry got it from him without even a fight. But he was not a little salty about it... at all...he promises it.

With the obsidian ring gleaming on his fingers, confirming his status as the head of the Peverell family, Harry felt the attention he was receiving. But for him, this was nothing. He already has experienced every type of fame and attention, from positive to negative, in his life.

This was not even a drop compared to what he had gone through his whole life

"Oy, oy, look at the way they are all looking at you, Harry bear” a playful voice whispered in his ear while he stumbled a little as a soft body landed on his back. “There is fear, true awe, and oh~ there is also some lust I see in the eyes of many of the witches. Though I am not surprised, it isn’t every day they see a handsome hunk like you ~~” the playful voice turned into a husky purr, and Harry barely suppressed the shiver running through his body.

Both because of the sensual voice and the very cushiony, soft, big pillows he can feel pressing on his back. He could swear that the same pillow had magically grown larger.

Given who was on his back, that shouldn't come as a surprise.

"Nymphadora, will you stop bothering poor Harry and get off his back?" Lily hissed as James and her girls, who had all heard the not-so-quiet whispers of the vixen on Harry's back, tried to contain their laughter.

"Oh, aunt Lily, why do you always have to be such a party pooper?" Tonks pouted at the redhead as she jumped off Harry’s back and discreetly adjusted her puppy's size back to normal.

Though going by the smiles the twins were unsuccessfully hiding and the glare her niece Elara was sending her way, she was not as discreet as she taught.

“You used to be more fun, Lily, but as the years go by, you’re becoming more like my mom,” Tonks huffed with one slung on Harry’s shoulder, although she had to increase her height to do so. While Harry rolled his eyes and tried not to smile or he might be caught by Lily fire that he knew was coming.

And he wasn’t wrong, as the fiery redhead face went red as her hair, and she stepped forward menacingly towards Tonks. “Are you calling me old, Nymphadora?” she hissed with her eyes narrowed threateningly.

Tonks being the one who never backs down—especially after being called by her name that she hated—she was more than ready to fire back but was fortunately stopped by Dorea.

"Mum, you know Dora didn’t mean it like that." The black-haired twin stepped in between her mother and tried to cool her, but it was harder than she taught. “Why don’t you give your yearly talk before the train leaves?”

As soon as the words left her mouth, Dorea's eyes went wide as she realised she had worded them in a way worse than she should have.

“And what do you mean by that young lady?” The already-red Lily Potter has now turned her attention to her daughter, who was sweating as she watched the volcano that was her mother get closer to closing.

Dorea realised she had to do something quick, which was why she looked around and had to resort to other methods.

“Dad!” She squealed, catching her snickering father's attention, and begged him to save her with wide eyes.

James, the ever-loving father he was, obviously was ready to come for his daughter's aid and grabbed his wife's tensed shoulder to steer her back.

“Come on, Lily flower. What our little dorea means is that there is not much time left to say goodbye, so let’s do that first, alright,” he said soothingly in his furious wife’s ear and rubbed her shoulder.

Lily would never admit it, but her husband was always her weakness, and the cheeky bastard always knew how to diffuse her anger to save their daughter every time she was angry with them.

This time was no exception.

“You’re right, we are getting late." Lily let out a sigh, releasing all the tension from her shoulders as James grinned smugly.

"Good,” James said, straightening up and then grabbing Harry’s shoulder. “Now how about you say bye to the twins while I take Harry for something important?”

Knowing her husband for so long, Lily knew whatever James wanted to talk about wasn’t good. “And what do you want to talk with Harry alone?” She raised her eyebrows and placed her hands on her hips.

"Now, love, that is between me and Harry." James quickly excused himself and dragged Harry away from Lily and his daughters.

The conversion he wasn’t about to have with Harry was too important, and he didn’t want his girls to hear it.

With a confused frown on his face, Harry, unaware of what was happening, allowed James to drag him.

Lily sighed one last time and then turned around to do her motherly duty while the twins were ready, even though they knew everything their mom was about to say.

After all, it was the same thing they had been hearing for the last five years, and they knew this time would be no different. Though they can’t say that, or else their mother would send them with red ears.

Back to James and Harry.

Once they were far away, behind a pillar, James grabbed Harry’s shoulder and looked at him with the most serious face he could muster.

"Harry, what I want to talk to you about is very important because I am about to give you the biggest duty and responsibility of your whole life. Which is why I want you to listen to me carefully.”

For the first time in the last month that he had spent in this world, Harry saw a dead serious James. Just by looking at him and hearing the tone of his voice, Harry knew that, despite James's reputation as a prankster, whatever he was about to say would be very important.

Which was why, for the first time since he stepped foot on the station, the lazy look on his face vanished, and he straightened his posture with his eyes looking right into James very serious browns one.

"I am listening," Harry nodded, focusing entirely on James' next words.

"Good, I knew you’d understand me, Harry." James gave a small, proud smile before returning to his serious demeanour and tightly gripping Harry's shoulder.

“The duty I am about to give you is maybe the most important one in your whole life and has been given to many men in the past, and now it’s your time.”

Harry, feeling the increasing intensity in James's words, leaned in closer to hear more clearly over the background chatter.

“That responsibility is none other than keeping the disgusting pervert boys away from your sister,” James finally declared with all the seriousness in the world.

After hearing those words, Harry did three things. First he blinked three times, then he pinched himself, and finally he tried to look closely at James's face to see if he was pranking him or not.

And when he finally concluded he was not getting pranked...

“Are you serious?!!" Harry exclaimed with the most puzzled face ever.

"No, he is not. I am Sirius.”

Both Potters broke their intense eye contact and turned at their sides to see none other than Sirius grinning like the fucking idiot he was.

James was the first one to break from his stupor as he hissed at his idiot best friend. "Sirius, what the fuck are you doing here? I said this was between me and Harry only.”

Sirius, unfazed by his friend's outburst, simply shrugged and said, "Well, I was interested in what you two were talking about, so I came here to listen in."

He then turned to Harry, who was looking perplexed between the two marauders as if they were clowns, which wouldn’t be far from the truth. If we are being honest.

“And James is right, Harry; as a father myself of a daughter, I understand his worry and fully support him.” Sirius spoke in a tone that suggested he had just spoken some wise words.

"Sirius, go away!” James tried to push away his brother in all but blood: “You don’t even need to worry about that anymore since Elara seems to have eyes for only one boy, and luckily it’s a boy you have like for her too.”

As the two supposed adult heads of their houses argued between them like schoolboys, the actual schoolboy was getting more and more confused.

If James' earlier words didn't short circuit his brain, Sirius definitely did.

Harry can feel a headache coming off these two arguing as they keep going and less talk about the feeling he was trying to hide inside him after he heard the news of Elara being interested in a boy.

This was not time to think about why he wanted to find that boy and do some serious harm to him. For right now, shutting these two man-child was the main thing. 

"Will you two shut the fuck up!?" Harry exclaimed. His words had an instant reaction as James and Sirius stopped their bickering at once. “And will you care to tell me what the bloody hell are you two talking about?”

James, seeing Harry’s anger rising, turned to Sirius and hissed, "Sirius, go stand with your wife; you’re making this matter worse for me.”

For once in his life, Sirius didn’t argue back and silently walked back to his wife Marlene, who was watching like a hawk, seeing the slight guilty face of his.

Once he was gone, Harry turned to James and narrowed his eyes menacingly. “And you! When you said that you are giving me the responsibility to help boys away from the Ivy and Dorea, you mean you want me to make sure no boys approach them in Hogwarts?” He asked the question slowly, as if he were speaking to a child.

James, oblivious to Harry's tone, nodded confidently, as if Harry had just agreed to participate in one of his pranks.

"Exactly, Harry, I knew you would understand me quickly." He said while thumping his shoulder and smiling like a proud fool.

Harry's rage bubbled seeing James’s grinning like a loon, and he exploded in his face. “Are you out of your mind, James?” James's eyes widened as he finally realised that Harry was not agreeing with him as he had assumed.

In fact, he looked completely pissed, and James felt a shiver of fear run through his body.

“You know Ivy and Dorea both will kill me if I try to interfere with their lives like that,” Harry continued while keeping his voice low. “They are old enough to make their own decisions, and I don’t need to make myself involved in their personal decisions.”

If Harry had taught that James would see the wrong in his action and feel guilty, then he was completely mistaken.

“Harry, Harry, Harry, I knew you would think like this and won’t see my vision,” James tutted, shaking his head disappointedly. “But don’t worry, I will make sure you see it.”

Harry opened his mouth to stop James from gaslighting him, but he was too late as the determined Potter grabbed his shoulder and brought him forward.

“Come look at Ivy and Dorea.” James turned both of them to the side to look at the twins, who were still getting lectured by their mother.

Harry, for the time being, decided to humour James, even though he knew he was about to hear some nonsense.

“Look at those two. I know you just met them a month ago, but you love them like sisters, right? James asked firmly.

Harry side-eyed him and nodded slightly. “Of course I do; those two are the sisters I always wanted.”

James bobbed his head and leaned in. “I know Harry, which is why I want to know what you will do if a boy tries to hurt them. Will you do something about that?”

Harry's eyes narrowed and his lips thinned with rage as he imagined a boy trying to hurt Ivy and Dorea. “I will kill him after I tear off each of his limbs apart.” His anger was so intense that his words resembled the hissing of a snake.

“Precisely that, Harry, that’s what I am talking about." James eyes lit up in satisfaction as he saw Harry turning to his ways. “All these boys are nothing but trouble and unworthy of my daughters and your sisters. But those two don’t know and understand that, which is why they have me and now you in their lives to protect them from these disgusting pervert boys.”

It was quite ironic that James didn’t realise that he was one of these boys as well back in his days. Or knowing him, he may know that but was intentionally acting oblivious about it.

Hopefully, Harry, who was much smarter, wouldn't be affected by his words...

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“You’re right, James. I see it now. I was wrong.”

But then again, the sister protecting masculinity is a very real thing, and it is present in every man in the world. And Harry’s masculinity just decided to come out to its surface after the fuelling words of James.

“That’s my son,” James proclaimed proudly with his chest puffed. “Do you understand now the importance of the responsibility I want to give you? When they are at home in the summer, I can take care of them, but for the last five years at Hogwarts, I didn't have anyone. Now that I do, will you accept this enormous responsibility and ensure the safety of your innocent sister?

Harry turned to James with his eyes filled with new intense fire to protect his loving sisters. "Yes, I get it now, James, and don’t worry, I will not let even one of these little insects near Ivy and Dorea.” His determined words came out like a soldier accepting his order.

James, being overdramatic, almost had tears in his eyes as he smiled widely and hugged Harry tightly to himself. “Merlin, I have never felt more proud.”

I did say he was a very overdramatic man. 

Only the train whistle reminded the two male Potters that they were not alone, prompting them to break their embrace.

“Come on, let’s go before Lily comes here and drags us with our ear,” James chuckled as they both began walking back to their Lily and other adults as the girls had already boarded the train.

As the elder Potter had mentioned, Lily was impatiently waiting for both of them, with her feet tapping and her hands resting on her hips.

“What were you two about for so long?” The lady Potter questioned her husband, cocking her eyebrows.

“Nothing much, love, just a warning and precaution about the things Harry may be unaware of at Hogwarts. After all, not everything will be the same as his world.” James quickly covered up with a well-thought-out lie and an almost believing act.

Almost being the key words as Lily Potter, who knew something was being hidden from her, narrowed her eyes at him. But luckily for him, she decided to let it slide for now as they didn’t have enough time.

"Whatever,” she sighed. “At least I trust Harry, who is not immature like you, to not listen to you and do what you may have told him.”

While Lily turned her attention to Harry to say her goodbye before the train leaves, James, on the other hand, looked hurt as he murmured his wife’s words. “I am immature.”

“She isn’t wrong, James, is she?” As always, whenever he was not needed, Sirius Black jumped in again, trying to rub the salt in his friend's wound.

“Like you are the one to talk,” the dog Animagus was left in shock as his words backfired against him by the snorting Tonks, who eyed the head of the house black and smirked at him. “You are even worse than James.”

Tonk's smug smile, mocking both marauders, quickly faded away as an unexpected fourth voice joined.

“I don’t think any of you three should be talking about maturity.”

James Sirius and Tonks turned their heads at the same time to look at the forgotten Marlene, who looked at the three with raised eyebrows. “A 12-year-old kid is more mature than you lot”

The three immature adults hang their heads in sadness as they try to digest the insult they just faced.

Back to the emerald eye pair.

“I will miss you so much,” Lily said softly while cupping Harry’s cheeks as she tried hard not to let her tears fall. "This last month has passed by so quickly, and it hasn't even come close to the amount of time I want to spend with you, Harry."

Harry, barely keeping himself from tearing, tried to store this memory as this was nothing but a dream come true for him.

His mother bearing tears and saying bye to him before he boarded the Hogwarts Express had always been his dream since he entered the magical world.

And now it was finally coming true, no matter the fact that this lovely woman may not be the one who gave birth to him. To him, he had accepted her as his mother from the moment he first saw her.

He took her hands and brought her to his chest, whispering in her ears. “Don’t worry, you have years and years left to spend with me, and unlike the twins, I will be away for only one year. And if you ever desperately want to meet me, you only need to send a patronus, and I will be there in front of you in a blink of an eye.”

“Even when you’re in school?” Lily asked, her face buried in his chest.

"Yes, even when I am at school.” Harry nodded and then smiled mischievously. “It’s not like Dumbledore could stop me; you remember how I already forced him to give me permission to come and go outside Hogwarts whenever I want?”

Lily giggled in his chest as she remembered the meeting where Harry stubbornly forced the powerful Albus Dumbledore to his own whims and demands.

No one has ever seen their great leader be left speechless and forced to accept someone's wishes like this. But it has been a great moment and something that order members would never forget, nor would they let their leader forget it.

“I do, which is why I am a bit relieved that I can see you other than the breaks.” Lily smiled and pulled back to look into Harry’s eyes so much like hers and ordered firmly. Promise me that you will take care of yourself and your sister.

Harry took Lily’s hand in his and kissed them with a soft smile. “I promise that I will take care of myself, and I will not let anything happen to Ivy or Dorea.”

Lily smiled widely, bringing Harry down, and kissed his cheek lovingly. “Thank you, my son,” she whispered emotionally, and this time the tears were falling down.

However, these tears were joyful ones, and Lily would never prevent them from falling.

As Harry closed his eyes and embraced Lily more tightly, he felt a motherly embrace that was far more genuine than the ones he remembered from the past. Many women had attempted to replace his mother, but none of them succeeded.

They were never Lily Potter, and only now did Harry truly feel like the children he used to see hug their mother.

It was glorious and something he wanted to do forever.

Unfortunately, the last warning whistle of the steaming train broke the emotion-filled hug between the mother and son, and they both separated to see everyone boarding the train as it was set to leave the station.

"Mom, come on, stop hogging Harry; the train is going to leave in a couple minutes.” Ivy, standing at the train passageway hanging on the bar, complained to her mother, who was still clutching Harry tightly.

"OK, ok, calm down. I'm not hogging Harry, and don't tell me about being late, young lady, when you made us late to station in the first place.” Lily swiftly responded to her daughter's words, leaving the poor red-haired girl, akin to her mother, stunned by the unexpected turn of events.

Harry chuckled at Ivy’s pout, and he was about to board the train but was stopped as he was again hugged by a female body.

However, unlike Lily's hug, this one was more intimate and involved a lot of body rubbing.

“I will miss you, my Harry bear.I hope you won't forget about the little old me.” Tonks whined cutely in his ears as she stood on her toes.

"It's very hard to forget you, Dora." Harry chuckled and leaned closer to her ear, whispering softly. "Also, is it me you’re going to miss or my dick? Huh?”

Tonks bit her lips slyly as she stretched her tits bigger and rubbed her thick, hard nipples on his chest. Which had the desired effect as she slid down and rubbed her right hand on Harry’s hardening shaft.

"Oh, I will miss this and your drooly body dearly, but I'm going to miss spending time with you outside of bed as well.” The naughty vixen whispered sensually, expressing emotions beyond mere lust.

Which was true as well; the last month both of them spent most of their time drowning in their lust and enjoying each other's bodies. However, they also enjoyed spending intimate moments together when they weren't tearing each other's clothes.

With Tonks, it had been easier for Harry to be himself. In fact, it was Tonks with whom he had spent the most time, freely and without hesitation, discussing his past life, due to her understanding and compassion.

They even talked about the Tonks of his world and the relationship Harry had with her. 

Listening to it, Tonks could clearly picture herself doing the same mistakes that Harry's world Tonks did, and she was grateful that now she wouldn't have to because of him.

Also knowing that in both worlds she loved Harry helped her understand her very fast-developing feeling for him.

What began as lust for each other after their battle against the Death Eater has evolved into much more than it was.

They both haven’t put a label on it, but they were aware they were more than just fuck buddies. Especially the people around them who could clearly see the budding love between them.

For Tonks, she knew Harry was the man for her, as even her mother liked him and had no problem with her dating him. This was a first for Tonks, and considering how unsuccessful her previous dating experiences and partner selections had been, it was a positive indication that she had finally found the right man.

As for Harry, it was a second chance for him to love Tonks. And this time she wasn't a broken woman who didn’t have to go through the suffering she went through because of her self-admitted wrong life choices in his past world.

"I'll miss your clumsiness and jokes—who am I going to laugh at when they fall at every step?" Harry joked while he put his best occlumency shield to not get a hard awkward situation down there in front of others. Despite Tonk's wandering hands and her unfairly enlarged big tits, he could still feel her rubbing against his chest.

Tonks hands finally left their wandering just to punch him lightly, which actually only made her hand hurt. “Ow, stupid rock-hard body,” she murmured while caressing her slightly hurt finger on the mentioned rock-hard abs.

Harry laughed and peered down at her. "Merlin I am really going to miss your company. I don’t know how I will spend my time alone now.”

With her arms wrapped around his neck, Tonks gazed up at him, a mischievous smirk on her face. "How would you feel if I told you that we will actually have many opportunities to meet each other, even at Hogwarts?"

“What do you mean?” Harry frowned in confusion.

“Welllll…” Tonks wiggled her eyebrows slyly. “I may have already gotten myself a night patrol duty at Hogwarts and Hogsmeade for the next few months until Christmas.”

Harry's eyebrows rose high as he looked at her in surprise. “Really?”

“Hmm hmm.” Tonks nodded, biting her lip to suppress a smile.

“That would be amazing, Dora,” Harry whispered as quietly as he could with excitement.

“I know,” Tonks whispered back in the same exciting tone. “We can meet and have our nightly fun. I even have so many things and places already planned where we can enjoy our little dance. And if you find any new birds, you can bring them to.”

Harry's eyes widened, his smile froze, and he looked around before leaning closer and whispering. "Wait, you’re serious, you won’t mind that?”

Despite knowing how Tonks in his past world had never had any problem with Harry having multiple girls, he wasn’t sure if this world Tonks would be the same or not. That's why Harry was taken aback by Tonks coming forward and making the proposal herself.

But then again, with how kinky and open-minded she was in every reality, it was really no surprise.

"Nah, you know I have no problem with you having multiple girlfriends." Tonks snorted and leaned closer to his ear. “You’re a powerful man, Harry, a very powerful wizard, so it’s not surprising that you will flock witches towards you. And given the fact you have a dead house to bring back to its glory, you will surely have to marry multiple girls.”

“Though I hope you know that I will be one of those girls and the lead one of your little harem,” Tonks finished with a pout. Regardless of the seriousness of her conversation, she always concludes it with something humorous.

Stunned by her words, Harry could only chuckle and shake his head at her. Although he did notice the slight insecurity at the end, which was so unlike her.

Truthfully, she never even had to worry about that, and Harry decided to prove it to her right at this moment.

Grabbing her waist with his left hand, he pulled her up, and cupping her cheek, he claimed her lips in a searing kiss that left Tonks knees weak and her moaning shamelessly. It was only because of his hand on her waist that she didn’t fall down.

In the back, Lily and Marlene just shook their heads with a smile on their faces at the young kissing couple. While James and Sirius giggled like schoolgirls until their wives shut them up with a single glare.

Biting and pulling her lips one last time, Harry pulled back and smirked at the breathless and dazed Tonks, who couldn't even tell her name if she was asked.

“Was that enough for an answer to your worry?” He asked, raising an eyebrow cheekily.

“Huh?” Was the only response the poor Tonks could give, who was still high on that mind-blowing kiss.

“If you two are done being lovey-dovey, will you please let Harry go? The train is moving now.” It was other twin Dorea this time who had to come and beg her family to let Harry go.

Tonks finally came out of her face and pouted annoyingly at the black-haired girl who interrupted her moment with Harry.

Thankfully Harry leaned down and turned her pout to a smile as he kissed her softly one last time and whispered, “Goodbye for now and see you soon, yeah?”

Tonks responded with a wide smile, winking and whispering, "See you soon."

Dorea wasn’t wrong as the train started moving and Harry moved quickly quickly to say his goodbye to his family.

“See you on the Christmas break, Sirius and Marlene. Also, do keep this dog on lease, will you, Marlene?” He joked while hugging the Black couple.

The beautiful blonde laughed as she hugged him back and kissed his cheeks, while the said dog crossed his arms like a child and turned his head away. Although a smile was on his face, he was unsuccessfully trying to hide it.

And then finally Harry grabbed Lily and James together, who were waiting as the three hugged each other tightly.

Lily kissed his cheeks with tearful eyes, and James thumped his back while Harry pulled back and gave them his brightest smile.

“I will miss you two, mom and dad, and hopefully will meet you soon before Christmas, although not because of order business,” Harry said quickly, and then, with one last kiss to Lily’s cheek, he jogged to catch the moving train as Dorea called his name.

He took a leap, boarded the train, turned back one last time to wave goodbye to everyone, and then followed Dorea inside.

Leaving behind two stun Potters.

“Did he just call me-“ Lily stuttered in shock.

"Mom, yes, he did." James answered for her with the same surprise. “And he called me dad as well.”

The husband and wife turned to each other, and Lily crashed into James as she cried joyful tears with the biggest smile.

James, too, smiled broadly as he wrapped his arms around his beloved and glanced to the side, where Sirius and Marlene were beaming with joy for them.

As the train finally left the station, Harry followed Dorea as she led the way to their compartment.

On the way Harry ignored the many faces that were pressing against the glass of compartments who were trying to take a peek at the new infamous Potter and the only Peverell left alive.

Harry experienced a sense of déjà vu as memories from his fifth year surfaced, recalling a similar incident from his past.

Thankfully, this time they weren't staring at him like he was a maniacal lunatic. This time, the slight fear they felt came from what he could do, not from the supposed lies he was claiming.

Finally, after passing a dozen compartments, they finally arrived at the one where Ivy and Elara were already sitting inside.

Dorea swiftly took a seat next to her sister, while Harry took the seat next to Elara, who eagerly made room for him.

"Where is your trunk, Harry?" Elara asked him, gazing at him with those stormy grey eyes of hers.

Harry nearly lost himself in those eyes as he answered "in my pocket" with a smirk and patted his pocket.

Elara's eyebrows rose as she nodded, "Oh, that's smart."

Harry chuckled and then leaned back, relaxing on the seat, as the train started picking up speed. 

"Feeling excited or nervous, Harry?" Ivy asked curiously. 

Harry frowned in confusion. "In what way?"

It was Dorea who answered for her sister. "I think what she meant is how do you feel going back to Hogwarts for one last year where everything is different from your past years in there?" asked softly the girl, who almost looked like the female version of him.

Harry looked up at the ceiling as he took his time to answer, "To be honest... since I was told that I have to go back for one last year, I haven't really thought much about it."

Taking a deep breath, he looked back at the girls. "But now I am actually feeling excited and even impatient to see what this one last year has in store for me. Given that I have spent the last three years running and fighting wars, this is a completely different experience, and I am looking forward to it. There is still a war going on outside, and I am fighting in it, but unlike in my world, I have many people that I can call family with here."

Ivy and Dorea both smiled at their brother with misty eyes, which made Harry's heart heavy with emotion as he smiled back at them.

He felt a soft hand squeezing his, and he turned left to see Elara, who gave him a lovely smile. "I'm glad you are happy about it, Harry, because if there is someone who deserves to have a second chance for a better life, it's you."

Her soft-spoken words touched his heart as Harry squeezed back and whispered, "Thank you, Elara."

The heiress of the black family blushed red—which was a rare sight—as she kept her hand in Harry's and kept looking at it shyly.

On the other side of them, the twins quietly giggled as they observed Elara blushing and smiling.

Harry, on the other hand, was completely oblivious to the effect he was having on the poor girl next to him as he closed his eyes and leaned back on the bench. 

As the train speeded by and the scene passed outside, he realised that what he had initially taught as a curse fate handed to him by some magical god was not actually that bad.

He had taught that it was some type of joke that was being played with him, and he was cursed as he now has to defeat his enemy Voldemort again.

But now he realised he was looking at it the wrong way.

It was true that he had to fight the same war again, but this time he wasn't alone.

In fact, this was, as Elara said, a second and better chance for him to fight this war with a family he never had and has always dreamed of. 

It was not a curse but a blessing that he was given when he was brought into this world through the ritual. 

And now it was on him to enjoy this blessing like he could not do it in his original world and finally enjoy one year of Hogwarts like he has always wanted to.

However, given his luck, it won't be without the adventures and near-death experiences he's had over the past six years. But this time he would do it fully confident of his win, as he was magically and mentally stronger and more prepared than before. 

Also because this time he has the support of his two parents and loving sisters, and Dumbledore always said that the power the dark lord knew not was love.

P.s: Hope you liked that sweet, wholesome chapter as the shit is about to start hitting with Harry finally going to Hogwarts. Lots of adventure drama actions and especially romance await you; just wait.

As for the next chapter, it's either going to be the new chapter of the Veela Harry story or the Harry/Daphne/Tracey oneshot that has been in the works for so long.

And don't worry, the next update won't be eight months later, as one of these two will be uploaded in midweek.