Chapter 4

"Harry?" Gadget asked as she came across him sitting on the steps. "Is everything alright?"

Harry opened his mouth once, then closed it, before handing Gadget the letter.

The female mouse took the letter and read the short five sentences. "Golly," she muttered somberly. Sitting down on the steps next to Harry, she asked, "Are you okay?"

Harry shook his head. "I don't know. I mean, I never liked the Dursleys, and they never liked me, but they were still my family. Sure, they didn't treat me great, but aside from Dudley, they never physically harmed me. And I wouldn't wish the dementors on anyone. They're utterly loathsome, but..." He sighed. "I don't know how I feel. I'm relieved, that I'll never have to see them again. Upset, that they never showed me any signs of affection and that I'll never have a chance to ask why. Guilty that I wasn't there to defend them, when I know I could have. Angry, that dementors could even find the place I lived at. And grateful, that you and I weren't there."

Gadget rubbed his back soothingly. "Come on. Let's go to bed. A good night's sleep may help you deal with everything."

"I should really write a letter to Sirius first, tell him I'm safe," Harry protested weakly. He moved to stand and go towards his new office, when Gadget wrapped her arms around his waist, stopping him.

"You can do that in the morning," she pointed out. "Sleep will help."

Fifteen minutes later, as Harry lay behind Gadget in their bed, his arm curled around her waist, holding her to him, he said, "Thank you, for being there for me."

Gadget smiled. "I always will be." Turning over so that she could face Harry, she gave him a chaste kiss on the lips. "Goodnight."

Harry smiled at his girlfriend. "Goodnight Gadget."


The next morning, Harry awoke to a burning smell.

At first he thought that the tree was on fire, then he realized the bed was empty. Sighing, he stood up and left the room. Following the black smoke, he found himself in the kitchen, where an obviously flustered Gadget was trying to cook breakfast.

She was in the process of using a fire extinguisher on the stove.

"Didn't I ban you from the kitchen?" he asked amused, a small smile on his face, causing his girlfriend to jump and turn to face him.

Gadget gave him a sheepish smile. "I was trying to make you breakfast," she admitted. "I thought that after last night, you would appreciate not having to cook."

He walked over and pulled Gadget close to him, kissing her quickly. "While I appreciate the thought, perhaps you should stick to toast and cereal."

Gadget grimaced. "I need to do some work on the toaster." She pointed over to the aforementioned device. It was currently in pieces. "I couldn't get it to stop toasting," she explained as Harry looked at it with wide eyes.

"Out of curiosity, what were you trying to make?" he asked, as Gadget turned back to the stove.

"Eggs, bacon, and toast," she answered, examining the mass of black in the pan. "I think I just made coal."

Harry sighed. "Go sit down, before you ruin all our food," he said, a teasing tone in his voice.

Gadget stuck her tongue out at him as he took the pan from her. Laughing lightly, Harry set about making an edible breakfast.


After eating breakfast, and getting dressed, Harry retreated to his office.

Sitting at his desk, he tried to think of what to write. After a few minutes of thought, he began to write.

Dear Sirius,

Thank you for telling me about the Dursleys. I'm not sure how I feel about them being kissed, but thank you for telling me.

I don't know what to tell you besides the fact that I'm safe. Currently, I'm living with my girlfriend. We're in a safe location, but with Voldemort's return and the Ministry dragging my name through the mud we want to keep our location secret.

I don't know if you know, being on the run and all, but the Prophet has been calling me a delusional, attention-seeking, liar. This statement is apparently supported by the Ministry. I had to find out when I visited Diagon Alley, and I wonder why Ron or Hermione didn't tell me. I know Hermione subscribes to the Prophet, and Mr. Weasley works in the Ministry, so I'm sure Ron would have heard something.

Their letters have been almost as short as your own. They aren't on the run with you are they? I'm joking, but I can't help but wonder why they haven't written me much, and when they do they tell me almost nothing. I know your letters aren't much better, but there can't be much to tell me besides, 'Still on the run, had a close call, I'm safe, stay safe, take care, etc.'

I got off track, but I am safe. Hopefully I can introduce you to my girlfriend soon. I'm sure you'll be surprised, but I think you'll like her. She's quite smart, if a little absent-minded at times (she gets so focused on what she's working on that she forgets and ignores whats going on around her).

Anyway, stay safe. As much as I hate getting a subscription, I don't want to read about you being caught in the Prophet.

Say hi to Buckbeak for me.


Satisfied with his letter, he enclosed it in an envelope. Writing Sirius name on the envelope, he then carried it up to Hedwig's room.

Once there, he pulled out his wand and enlarged it, before turning to his owl. "Take this to Sirius," he said, smiling as he ran his hand over her feathers.

The owl lightly bumped her head against him, before picking up the letter and flying away.

The wizard-mouse enjoyed the view from so high in the tree before sighing and walking down to the garage/workshop.


Gadget looked up from her work as Harry entered. Normally, she doubted she would have noticed him until he said something, but she had been worried about him. She knew how the Dursleys had treated him, she had witnessed it herself. But she also understood that, as horrible as they were, they had been Harry's only remaining family.

She knew he was conflicted about how to feel, not only because of their discussion last night, but because of how well she had come to know him in the time they had known each other.

Setting down her tools, she wiped some grease off of her hands with a rag as she approached him. "Did you finish your letter?" she asked.

Harry nodded. "Yeah. I wish I could talk to him, but I don't want him to risk being caught just to talk."

Gadget sighed, before she smiled. "You know, we've got the majority of the Hollow set up."

"The Hollow?" he asked, smiling a little.

"You did say I could name our home," she pointed out.

He nodded, "True."

"As I was saying," she continued, "since we've got most of the work done, why don't we take a lazy day?"

"A lazy day?"

"You know, relax." She put her arms around his neck and leaned in to kiss him. "We can lay on the couch, watch some movies. Maybe spend some time swimming or in the hot tub."

Harry leaned forward and kissed Gadget before pressing his forehead against her's and smiled. "I'd like that."


Sirius leaned back in his chair, contemplating Harry's letter.

The escaped prisoner was feeling several emotions as he tried to decide what to do now.

He was happy that Harry was safe and happy that despite everything going on, his godson had found some normalcy by getting a girlfriend. He was concerned, about the fact Harry and said girlfriend were living together, whether she was just using him, and the possibility of her working for Voldemort (slim as that was, he still worried about it). And lastly, Sirius was guilty.

Harry still believed him to be on the run. And while he was, as long as he remained in Grimmauld Place he was safe. And the ancestral Black home, as gloomy and miserable as it was, was more comfortable than a cave. He was also involved in the Order of the Phoenix, not heavily, his status as an supposed murderer prevented that, but he was at every meeting. He also knew why Ron and Hermione hadn't written Harry much. And even though he disagreed with Dumbledore's orders, he hadn't mentioned anything to Harry.

He looked over at the owl that had delivered the letter.

Hedwig had perched on the back of the chair across from him and was staring at him with her golden eyes. If Sirius didn't know any better, he'd say she was glaring at him, in fact he still considered the possibility. Harry's owl was incredibly smart for an owl.

Sirius felt a small smile cross his face as he realized that the women close to his godson were all intelligent. Hermione was top of her year at Hogwarts, apparently his new girlfriend was intelligent, Lily had been brilliant herself, and even his owl, a female, was smart.

Chuckling, he set the letter aside, and looked at owl.

"What should I do Hedwig?" he asked.

As the owl barked a reply, Sirius wished he could understand her.


Gadget sighed in contentment as she leaned back against Harry.

They had spent the morning watching TV, before spending the afternoon in the pool. She was also pleased with Harry's reaction when he saw her in her bikini. Sure, he had seen it before when he had purchased and shrunk it down after she had picked it out. But seeing it on her body had stunned him speechless.

To Gadget, who had trouble, at times, believing she was beautiful, especially with permanent grease stains under her nails, it helped reassure her.

Truthfully, she almost hadn't worn it, as it covered little. It was a deep red string bikini. The top exposed her generous bust, while the the v-string bottoms also left a lot exposed.

But Harry's speechless appreciation had been worth it.

She found the view, provided to her while he wore his swim trunks, of his muscular body, built more for speed than strength, but hardened from hard work, sexy as hell.

Now they were relaxing in the hot tub. And sitting in Harry's lap, she could feel his appreciation for her clothing choice.

It had taken her a little time to get him used to it, but she was sure her teasing had helped show him that she didn't mind the attention. While she wasn't planning on progressing their relationship further tonight, she did want Harry to be comfortable with her body.

She slowly grinded her ass into his lap, acting like she was simply trying to get comfortable, and inwardly smiled at Harry's indrawn breath.

She wanted him comfortable, not unappreciative after all.

"Maybe you'd be more comfortable on the seat?" Harry asked.

She turned her head and pouted at him. "You don't me in your lap Harry?" she asked innocently.

"I didn't say that," he said, and she could see the blush rising to his face.

"I thought not," she said, smiling. "Now just relax and enjoy the music."

He narrowed his eyes. "Why do I get the feeling you're teasing me?"

"Because I am," she admitted. "I want us to be comfortable with each other," she added softly.

Harry sighed. "I'm already comfortable with you Gadget," he said.

Gadget turned in Harry's lap, so that she now straddled him, to look at him. "Really?"

Harry nodded. "Yes."

Gadget leaned in and kissed Harry softly. Slowly, their kiss grew more passionate, until they pulled away for air. Harry's lips moved down to her throat, and she moaned as she felt her arousal growing.

"Harry," she moaned. Pulling back, she looked at him through her eyelashes. Reaching behind her, she untied her top and let it fall away.

Sometimes, plans changed.

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If Harry thought Gadget was sexy in her swimsuit, it had nothing on her topless.

The blond mouse-girl's breast were well endowed, but not too large, with pale pink tips. And her stomach and arms were well toned and muscular from her work.

But looking at her, Harry knew that her sapphire blue eyes, filled with love and lust were the most beautiful things he had ever seen. "You're beautiful," he whispered.

With a smirk, she drew him close for another heated kiss.

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Sorry for the long wait. I know Gadget doesn't really seem like Gadget at the end, but remember that this is a Gadget who's in love and aroused. Something we never saw in the show, that I remember anyway. And for those of you that think their relationship is progressing to fast, they've been, if not together, with each other for over a month. And Harry is fifteen, and both are hormonal.

You do the math.

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