Chapter 171
Slumping forward, Remi inhaled the scent of his sweat, allowing him to soften and eventually slip out as her inner Lycan fell into a sated hibernation. It was only then that the true scope of the situation slammed into her, and she froze while still on top of the teenager.
The teenager she had just forced herself onto, the teenager who had shown her nothing but kindness and empathy, and whom she had taken advantage of. "H-Harry I…"
"Can you uh, let me up please? The floor is a bit uncomfortable."
Remi practically leapt up from him, cringing a bit as the cum she had ripped from him trickled down her thigh. As she feared, he was bruised, both along his wrists, a bit on his hips, and a few spots on his neck. Luckily, she wasn't transformed which meant there was no risk of transmitting the curse.
"I-I'm so sorry Harry I just… I can never…"
But he shrugged it off before frowning at his clothing, another thing she had ruined with her lack of control, "That's going to make getting back a bit complicated." He muttered, rolling his shoulders and inadvertently drawing her attention back to his lithe body. "But its fine, if I wanted you to stop, I would have fought back, although the spots might need covering up to avoid some awkward questions."
Didn't he realize what he was saying? She had taken advantage of him, practically raped him and he was acting as if it wasn't a big deal!
"Harry…"
He turned to her eyes widened at the lack of any fear, hatred, or even anger on his face. Instead, it was a relaxed, almost satisfied, smile. "Grace sort of hinted you might be a bit rough, not a big deal but you might be going to get my extra school robes. I don't plan on walking around Hogwarts naked.
She almost encouraged him to do so, but held back her comment at the last moment, but what a sight it would be.
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Hogsmeade Besieged!
With confidence returning and prayers for the nightmares to be over seemingly answered two children went on out for a romantic dinner in the town. They talked, laughed, ate, and even held hands with not a care in the world and under the watchful supervision of the Aurors.
Until it all fell apart.
It was at one of their final destinations, The Roasted Dragon, where the pair were attacked by a pack of Lycans, much as they had been mere months prior on the Hogwarts Express.
This time, however, there was no backup. No last-minute rescue by the staff at Hogwarts, no triumphant counterattack until long after the danger had seemingly been abated.
Why did the hoard of monsters depart? Had they accomplished their fiendish task? Have one, or both, of these two innocent children been infected with their vile disease?
Fear not readers, for I alone have the inside scoop.
Both students are unharmed and without injury, and while their outing was interrupted, I have several sources that hint at a future relationship between these two.
The Black family is not known for marrying, but perhaps a contract is in the future which may finally change these traditions. Without a formal interview we may not know, at least until I get to the bottom of the brewing romance.
Now the question remains, what is the Ministry doing about this recent catastrophe? Thus far the officer of Corenlia Fudge has remained silent, and we are without an official statement from either her, Harry Potter, or Delphini Black.
-Rita Skeeter
Only a few hours after the Prophet had made its rounds an owl flew in to drop off an envelope onto his lap. In it was a letter from his parents, one explicitly telling him not to make any comments to the press or Aurors if they approached him, especially not without Riddle, Dumbledore, or one of them present.
Not that Harry had any desire to make any public statements anyway, he had dealt with such press before, and he could do it again. Despite his best attempts, however, Harry found he couldn't ignore the stares seemingly from every student he walked past, the whispers as he walked by. It wasn't as bad as his fourth year, and he was thankful for such small mercies, but the creeping sensations of being watched never seemed to fade. Even more frustrating was his lack of success in finding the insect.
He didn't notice stray bugs flying around or students suspiciously talking to themselves when he was nearby. No one seemed to pay him any more attention than usual.
Still, she had to be there somewhere, and the sooner he could locate, and squash her, the better.
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"Harry, could we talk, please?" He stared, because throughout the few years he had known her Marie Rosier, basically his cousin, had never seemed so upset or desperate. Barely managing a nod, he followed her as she practically pulled him into a nearby alcove, one away from others. "I'm, so sorry."
Again, he blinked in confusion, "For what?"
"This entire year! It's all my fault, I shouldn't have come to Hogwarts, I should have just stayed home and…"
She was talking nonsense, and he shook his head before taking the risk and grabbing her shoulders. "Marie, calm down. What are you talking about?"
"It's me Harry, the Lycans are after me!"
That made even less sense in his mind. What had she done, kicked mud in their faces before running away and taunting them? "Why do you think that?"
She began to pace, and he could only watch in shock as she seemed to unravel, the frosty demeanor he always associated with her crumbling into something so much more human, so much more her age. It was then he truly saw through the illusion. Her robes weren't pressed and meticulous, her eyes were red, hair messy.
She was tearing herself apart for some reason.
"My parents, my mother really, she is involved in a corruption case. She's been leading the investigation into someone. I know she received threats, we all did, and they were talking about keeping me home at least for the first half of the year but I didn't want to miss classes and…"
She turned towards him, her movements halted, and he could see tears in her eyes. "It's all my fault, my fault you were hurt, my fault you keep getting attacked!"
"Marie," he interrupted softly, "none of this is your fault and we don't even know if they are targeting you. It was the Hogwarts Express that was attacked, not you. It was the two students who were stupid enough to leave Hogwarts who chose to make themselves vulnerable. It was the Minister for forcing this stunt, not you. No one blames you for what's happened, and I certainly don't for the choices I've made, okay?"
She didn't seem convinced, so he took a step forward and placed his hands on her shoulders, looking her directly in the eyes. "Marie, I promise, this isn't your fault, you aren't a bad…" but he was silenced when she lunged forward, lips meeting his in a surge of desperation.
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