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A very grown up voice

Harry walked barefooted through the dark corridor, squinting as he tried to make out the figure at the end of the hallway. Instead of getting nearer with each step, the distance seemed to grow longer. Confused, Harry started walking faster before breaking into a sprint.

Eventually, Harry found himself at a dead end. Suddenly a light flickered on and Harry whirled around expecting to come face to face with Filch. Harry sighed in relief when all he saw was an old goat. After nibbling at one of the old tapestries, the goat trotted off leaving Harry alone in the corridor.

Just as Harry was thinking about how odd it was for a goat to be wandering around the castle, a great oak door caught his attention. Harry couldn't remember seeing the door before so he curiously approached it.

Before he had taken more than three steps, Mrs Norris streaked out behind him and began pawing at the door. Harry let out a yelp as Mrs Norris burst into flames before his very eyes. His eyes then widened in horror as the words 'curiosity killed the cat' appeared on the door.

Harry backed away from the door before turning left and then running down the nearest staircase. He then ran into the first classroom he saw and shut the door behind him.

Turning around, Harry saw Hermione standing by the window with her back to him.

Harry was dimly aware of the fact that the collar of her shirt was messed up.

"Hermione, what's going on?" Harry asked as he moved towards her.

"Mummy's not here." Hermione said. Harry stopped in his tracks, completely baffled by the strange comment. He also noticed that Hermione sounded a little odd; perhaps she has a cold, Harry thought.

"What are you talking about Hermione?" Harry asked.

"Mummy's not here." Hermione repeated before turning around. Only it wasn't Hermione. She did look a lot like her though, Harry thought to himself. If it weren't for the skin colour and the nose-shape she and Hermione would look like twins.

"Who are you?" Harry asked as he stared at her in wonderment.

"Mummy would have called me Jo." The girl said. "But she wasn't quick enough when you told her to get down."

"You're Hermione's daughter." Harry whispered in shock.

"I could have been." The girl said sadly.

"But... How are you here?" Harry asked.

"You brought me here." The girl told him. "And now you're about to bring him."

Before Harry had a chance to question the girl further she disappeared with a 'pop' and then there was three angry sounding knocks at the door.

Turning to face the door, Harry fumbled through his dressing gown in search of his wand; it wasn't there.

There was another loud knock at the door before it flew open revealing a very purple faced Vernon Dursley.

"Boy!" Vernon bellowed as he advanced on his nephew. "You killed my wife and son you little freak!" Harry backed up until he hit the wall.

"It wasn't my fault Uncle Vernon, I swear." Harry said as he cowered against the wall.

"I should never have let scum like you into my house!" Vernon growled before reaching his hands out toward Harry's throat.

Harry closed his eyes waiting for the feel of his uncle's pudgy hands on his neck. The hands never came so Harry slowly opened his eyes and found himself not in the classroom, but in the forest.

Harry cautiously made his way through the trees, completely oblivious to the mud and twigs he was walking barefoot on.

After crawling through a thick thorn bush without receiving a single scratch, Harry found himself in the kitchen at the Burrow.

"Mr Weasley?" Harry asked uncertainly as he took in Mr Weasley's dishevelled appearance. He looked unclean and half-starved and Harry had a shrewd suspicion it was alcohol he was drinking from a very large mug. "Mr Weasley, are you alright?" Mr Weasley didn't answer, he just burst into sobs.

When Mrs Weasley entered the kitchen her husband showed no sign of knowing she was there.

"Hello, Harry dear." Mrs Weasley said with a beaming smile, completely ignoring her husband's existence.

"What's wrong with him?" Harry asked pointing to Mr Weasley.

"What's wrong with who dear?" Mrs Weasley asked kindly.

"With Mr..." Harry trailed off as he realised that Mr Weasley had vanished. "Never mind." Harry finished feebly.

"Are you feeling alright, Harry?" Mrs Weasley asked as she placed her stone cold hand on Harry's forehead. Harry shivered from her touch and pulled away.

"I'm fine." Harry told her. "I should go now." Harry turned away and stepped out of the back door, once again finding himself in the forest.

Looking through some low hanging tree branches, Harry could just make out Filch opening the school gates. He was the distracted by a noise behind him and turned around to see another goat; or was it the same one?

Shaking his head, Harry continued walking through the trees before climbing up one. When he reached the top he was able to climb through a window. He looked around the room and saw Dean sat at an easel, painting. Dean looked to be in deep concentration so Harry, not wanting to disturb his work, exited through the door and let him be.

Harry then froze as he found himself in the graveyard. Harry jumped as a hand grabbed his arm. He turned and looked up into a masked face, but it wasn't a Death Eater's mask.

"You're dragon's getting worried." Said a voice Harry instantly recognised as Snape's.

"Harry!" Yelled Draco's voice and Harry's body began to shake. "Harry, Harry!"

Harry sat bolt upright in bed and found Draco staring wide-eyed at him.

"Are you ok?" Draco asked, placing a hand on Harry's cheek. "I've been trying to wake you up for about five minutes."

"It was just a dream." Harry sighed as he sank into Draco's arms.

"Harry what is it?" Draco asked worriedly.

"Just a nightmare, it doesn't matter." Harry said.

"Was it Voldemort?" Draco asked.

"No, it was just weird, forget about it." Harry told him.

"What happened?" Draco pressed.

"I said forget it!" Harry snapped. Draco flinched slightly before rolling onto his side so his back was to Harry."Draco, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to shout." Harry said softly as he draped an arm across the blonde.

"Whatever." Draco muttered, shoving Harry's arm off.

"Baby, I didn't mean it." Harry said placing a gentle kiss on Draco's neck. "You know I love you." Harry placed more kisses on Draco's throat before moving down to his shoulder blades. "I'm sorry, ok." Harry said as he ran a hand up Draco's side. Draco sighed before rolling onto his back. "Still love me?" Harry asked gently placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth.

"Someone's got to I suppose." Draco said before offering Harry a small smile and running a hand through his dark, messy hair. Harry smiled back before placing another kiss on Draco's lips and cuddling up to him as the two boys went back to sleep.


During breakfast, a note landed on Harry's lap. Upon opening it, Harry saw that it was Dumbledore asking him to meet him in his office after breakfast. The note also revealed that Dumbledore was currently fond of 'Puking Pastilles'.

Harry folded the letter up and put it in his pocket, thinking about what Dumbledore needed to discuss. Had somebody died, Harry thought worriedly, or was Voldemort planning an attack, or did the old man know Harry had had a strange dream?

"Er, hello. Are you in there mate?" Ron asked as he waved his hand in front of Harry's face.

"Huh, what?" Harry asked as he focused his attention on the red-head.

"It looked like you were in another world mate." Ron told him as he and Hermione looked at him with concern.

"Is everything alright Harry?" Hermione asked.

"Sure, why wouldn't it be?" Harry asked rhetorically. "How's things with you and Blaise?"

"As good as it can be I suppose." Hermione answered as she looked over her shoulder at the Slytherin table. She and Blaise exchanged a brief smile with one another. "Things will probably be a bit awkward for a while with everything that's happened between us, but we're taking things slow and hopefully we'll get back to how we were before all this mess."

"Well at least you're both willing to make another go at it." Lavender said. Hermione smiled in thanks before she, Lavender, Ginny and Seamus started a conversation about what Harry mentally referred to as 'girl-stuff'.

"Oi, mate." Ron whispered across the table to Harry. "Since when did Lavender become part of the gang?" Harry just shrugged his shoulders and told Ron to be nice.

"Well guys, I've got to go see Dumbledore, I'll talk to you later." Harry said before leaving the Great Hall and making his way up to the headmaster's office.

"Puking Pastilles." Harry said and then waited for the stone-gargoyle to step aside. Harry climbed the steps and knocked on the door.

"Come in." Came Dumbledore's welcoming voice and Harry smiled politely at the headmaster before taking the seat indicated. Seated next to him was the Hufflepuff first year that Sirius had scared.

"Ah, Harry, this is Miss Leah Fleugh Ffupf." Dumbledore informed him. Harry stared between the headmaster and the first year girl as the wheels of his brain turned.

"But..." Harry started as he continued to gaze between the two.

"Yes, Harry?" Dumbledore asked as his eyes twinkled.

"If you rearranged the letters... It would spell Helga Hufflepuff." Harry said.

"That is very true." Dumbledore agreed, his eyes still twinkling.

"But then, does that mean... Erm... What does that mean?" Harry asked uncertainly.

"Well, Harry," Dumbledore explained, "Leah is Helga. In a manner of speaking."

"I don't understand." Said Harry.

"I'm a reincarnation of Helga Hufflepuff." The young girl said in a very grown-up voice that did not match the body it came from.

"Erm... Good for you." Harry mumbled feeling slightly freaked out.

"No need to fear child, I shan't cause you harm" Leah said giving Harry's cheek an affectionate granny-pinch.

"Er, thanks, I guess." Harry replied as he shifted in his seat.

"Well, Harry," Said Dumbledore as Fawkes flew from his perch and settled on the headmaster's shoulder. "I'm sure that you'll be pleased to know all the horcruxes have been found and destroyed." As Dumbledore reached a hand up to pet Fawkes, Harry let out a startled gasp as he caught sight of Dumbledore's right hand. It was blackened and dead-looking and Harry found himself feeling quite nauseous.

"Sir, your hand!" Harry exclaimed pointing at the mangled body part.

"Yes, Harry, I had noticed. It's nothing to worry about. My reflexes aren't quite what they used to be. I'm not 75 anymore after all." Dumbledore said good-naturedly.

Harry simply nodded as he tried to wipe the horrified expression off his face. "Now, I do not wish to alarm you Harry but Voldemort could attack you at any time. As far as I know, he is not aware that his horcruxes have been destroyed. It is therefore likely he will believe himself to be invincible."

"Are you saying next time I face him I have to kill him?" Harry asked feeling his stomach clench.

"It would be helpful dear." Leah said casting him a sympathetic look.

"No one is making you do anything, Harry." Dumbledore said. "The choice is always yours."

"What choice?" Harry asked bitterly. "I could be a coward and run and wait for him to find me, or I could face him and he'll kill me in which case the wizarding and muggle world are screwed, or I could kill him and risk ending up just like him."

"Oh, please," Scoffed the portrait of Phineas Nigellus. "You couldn't be a Dark Lord if your life depended on it. You're far too noble with all your moralistic views and lovey-dovey feelings. Not to mention you're a Gryffindor."

"Thank-you, Phineas." Dumbledore said causing the portrait to shut up. "He is right Harry. You couldn't ever be like Voldemort."

"That is quite true." Leah said in her creepy adult voice. "Just look at your hands, they're not build for torture and murder, they're skilled for catching snitches and exchanging tender caresses with the people you love. And you're eyes are green" Leah finished confidently. Harry gaped at her wondering if reincarnation had the effect of making one slightly insane. "Now if you two gentlemen will excuse me, it's time for my nap." With that, Leah/Helga took her leave.

"A very pleasant young lady, isn't she?" Dumbledore asked as he surveyed Harry fondly.

"Oh, erm, yes sir." Harry said.

"Well then, have a good day my boy."

"You too sir." Harry said as he got out of his seat. He was halfway out the door when he paused and turned around. "Erm, sir?"

"Yes child?" Dumbledore asked.

"You won't let me turn out like him, will you?"

"That is not within my control or power." Dumbledore answered him. "It is you alone that will not let yourself turn out like him."

"Erm, right. Thank you sir. Have a good day sir." Harry said before leaving.

As Harry rounded a corner, a masked figure jumped out at him and roared in his face.

"Argh!" Harry screamed as he jumped back in surprise. Harry glared as he recognised his boyfriend's laughter. "Very funny, Draco." Harry quipped as he unmasked the blonde.

"Sorry, love, I couldn't help myself." Draco said as he laced their fingers together and pulled Harry in for a kiss.

"You're in a good mood." Harry commented, eyeing the Slytherin suspiciously.

"Of course I am." Draco said. "I'm just about to get laid." Draco smirked seductively before pulling Harry into an empty classroom and locking the door. Draco pulled Harry into another kiss and began undressing him. Harry returned the favour of undressing Draco before bending him over the nearest desk.

"You can be quite the slut can't you Draco?" Harry teased as he inserted a digit into the Slytherin's anus.

"Well it would be cruel of me to deny you something so exceptionally perfect." Draco replied arrogantly as he pushed back on Harry's finger.

"So this is an act of kindness is it?" Harry asked as he added two more fingers.

"You might say that." Draco agreed before letting out a moan. Harry removed his fingers and inserted his hard member into Draco's channel.

"You always feel so tight." Harry breathed. "I love it." Harry sped up his pace and placed kisses up Draco's spine. The blonde groaned in appreciation as he interlocked his and Harry's fingers together on top of the desk.

"Go faster." Draco commanded as he pushed back against his lover. Harry obeyed him and pounded in harder causing the desk to shake and Draco's hips to graze the table's edge. Draco ignored the pain and focussed instead on the feel of Harry being inside him. "I'm nearly there." Draco cried out.

"Me too baby." Harry panted as he trailed a hand down to Draco's erection and stroked it in time with his thrusts. "You feel so good."

"Fuck, Harry ... You're so amazing." Draco moaned still holding on to Harry's other hand.

"Cum for me Draco." Harry ordered as he gave a final hard thrust. With a cry of Harry's name, Draco released his load into Harry's hand before slumping forward on the desk and waiting for his breathing to return to normal. "I love you." Harry said, placing a kiss between Draco's shoulder blades.

"Love you too." Draco gasped as Harry pulled out of him and used his wand to clean up the sticky substance on his hand. "Shagging me in a classroom, what a filthy Gryffindor you are." Draco said as he began dressing.

"Hey, you dragged me in here." Harry defended as he pulled his own clothes on.

"True. But it was you who so easily gave into temptation."

"How could I resist when temptation has such a sweet ass?" Harry asked playfully.

"Can I help it that I'm so gorgeous?" Draco asked as he wound his arms around Harry's neck and caught him in a kiss. Harry smiled into the kiss as he wrapped his arms around Draco's waist, pulling him closer.

"When this war's over, will you marry me? Harry asked.

"Are you serious?" Was Draco's response.

"Actually, my name's Harry. But I am being sincere." Harry told him with a grin. "So, will you marry me?"

"I'd love to." Draco replied as tears of happiness welled in his eyes. Harry grinned down at him and kissed him again, feeling as though he was the happiest man on earth; even a large swarm of dementors couldn't ruin his happiness.

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