The darkest light #11

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Chapter #11: The first step.

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"Step by step…Death by death.”

“Do you really have to go?” Asked Harry as he hugged Tonks from behind.

The older woman was about to complain but the moment she felt the younger man’s arms holding her from behind she couldn’t help but bite her lower lip.

“Yes, even though the two of us are responsible adults who can consent… I don’t want Lily to catch us like this…” Dora sighed.

“Lily… She’s my mother, right?” Harry was still having trouble remembering the names of all the new people he just met.

“Yes… And you should try to be respectful towards her, be sure to remember her name, I don’t think she’d like to know that her son doesn’t know that simple fact,” the purple-haired woman chuckled and Harry didn’t say anything he just had a blank expression. “What’s wrong?” Asked Nymphadora worried that she might have said something that could offend the prophecized hero of the wizarding world.

“Well… It’s weird for me, you know? I’m not used to having a mother,” Harry couldn’t help but mumble, he felt so lost right now.

Dora suddenly felt guilty, it must be so traumatizing for him to be in this situation, she walked slowly towards him before she planted a kiss on his lips, he was caught by surprise by her actions but he wasn’t angry nor annoyed, he quickly kissed her back.

The kiss was soft but full of need, Dora was starting to worry, she falls easily for scummy men, but Harry seemed kind of different even though he was just as dangerous as other men she has dated or even worse maybe, he was a supposed serial killer for fuck's sake and he shot Hermione without thinking twice, once he learns magic it will be a mystery if he’ll become a monster or a good guy.

“Look… I know you’re probably resenting your parents and all that but trust me, they didn’t mean to hurt you when they decided to leave you with your aunt and her family… They did it to protect you,” Harry wasn’t happy with that. “I’m not saying you should forgive them instantly but if you want to fulfill your destiny sadly you’re going to need to eat some of your pride,” She shrugged her shoulders, that was a sad reality.

But Harry still didn’t look convinced, she couldn’t blame him though, no matter how hard she tried to think, she was not sure what she do if she were in the same situation as him.

“Harry, I’ll promise you this… If you work hard on your training… I’ll do some very interesting things with you…” She bit her lower lip once again sexily. “You know what I’m talking about, right?” Nymphadora suddenly started to caress his crotch.

The younger man had a difficult time keeping himself together, he gulped before he nodded slowly at her words.

“Good…” She mumbled as she gave soft kisses to his neck.

It was hard for her, but she needed to leave the room, she wanted to share more moments with Harry and she wanted to fuck more, but she knew better than to interrupt his sleep, this is the first time in the magical world's history that an adult will be introduced to magic, what a crazy situation.

Some hours later…

Harry didn’t know for how long he slept but there was one thing for sure, he thought that everything that happened the last night was all a dream, but the moment he opened his eyes and realized that he wasn’t in his usual room, the hope for his life to continue being the same as always, that thought just vanished like the ashes of a phoenix.

But phoenixes come back to life from their ashes, so, from tragedy and loss you can maybe gain some things, a new experience, the chance to find something better, the opportunity to give your boring life a new twist, or at least that’s what’s keeping Harry from not losing his mind.

“It was not a nightmare,” He told himself as he faced the ceiling, it was old, and yet, there wasn’t any sign of it breaking, magic was truly an interesting thing, but judging by the way this place looked it seems like it can be depressing too.

As a trained soldier, Harry decided to take the logical side of the situation, he needed to adapt himself or else he would die here because there was no way they would let him go unless he dies, he has heard about a lot of people who talk about conspiracies and one day they just end up dead, he knows a lot of those conspiracies are bullshit but some of them make sense.

And now that he knows about this world, he’s completely convinced that he’s not going to be let go freely, he has condemned himself to this, and there’s no way to get out of here safe unless he learns magic.

“I’ll learn enough magic to get out of here… Who knows? Maybe it could help me to cause some chaos,” He laughed at his thoughts.

He was wearing his blue jeans and a pair of brown boots, his toned chest was out in the open and he was finishing washing his face and fixing his hair after he washed his teeth when someone knocked on his door.

“It’s fine… You can enter!” Harry said as he rubbed a towel on his face.

The door opened and a blonde young woman was about to say something but she suddenly blushed at the sight of the tall man washing himself.

“Oh my god…” She said in a French accent before she blushed.

“Oh… Sorry, you had to see me like this…” Harry quickly grabbed a white shirt and covered the upper part of his body.

The shirt was tight so, the woman still had the chance to admire his body even if he was dressed.

“So… Who are you?” Harry didn’t want to be rude, but she has been quite silent and this is starting to make him worry.

The blonde woman remained in the same position for a few moments, but suddenly she shook her head and tried to regain her composure.

“Fleur… My name’s Fleur Delacour,” the older woman said with a hint of nervousness.

The moment she realized the green-eyed wizard stared directly at her eyes she couldn’t help but accept her destiny and the curse that made all men go mad over her, they seemed to lose the sense of logic and reason and she expected no other thing from him.

“So that’s your name, I remember you from last night… I’m Harry by the way,” He said with a smile. “Is there something you need?” Harry asked the woman who couldn’t believe what was happening.

It seems like her curse didn’t work on him, and she was still having a hard time believing that, very few men contain themselves when they see her, of course, they turn into things like puppets and if she wanted she could treat them like slaves, but that didn’t happen with Harry.

“Are you okay?” Asked Harry feeling a little worried because she hadn’t said anything nor had moved, but luckily she regained her senses and she couldn’t help but blush feeling his face getting closer to her own.

“Yes… Completely fine, I’m just still… A little surprised by your attitude, men don’t usually treat me like you did,” She mumbled and Harry couldn’t help but feel confused. “I’m a veela, and due to that, I have a curse… The curse to make all men go crazy for me, I know it sounds so arrogant to me but that’s the power or I’d say more like a curse that comes from belonging to my race,” She explained as she saw his confused expression.

“Well… That sounds awful, don’t worry, there’s no doubt that you’re pretty but let’s just say that there’s another person in my mind right now and I’m still a little bitter about my recent breakup,” Harry explained and she nodded before giggling. “So… What can I do for you?” Asked Harry trying to ease the tension that could remain in the ambience.

“Oh right!” Fleur suddenly raised her wand and after a soft movement, a lot of wands started to appear in the room, it was as if water had filled the place and there were so many wands that the level was reaching Harry’s knees.

“What’s all this?” Asked the green-eyed wizard completely shocked.

“Well, the time to get your wand has come, that’s it… In normal conditions you should be able to get them from the wandmaker, but… He’s not in this world anymore,” She said in a sad tone. “However, we managed to snatch all of these wands the day Henry died, it seems like Voldemort and his followers were trying to stop us from getting your possible wand,” She explained to him but it seemed like Harry wasn’t getting all of this.

“So… How does this work? Do I just pick one and I get over with?” Asked Harry as he scratched the back of his head.

“It’s a trial and error test honestly… In a nutshell, you’ll feel the connection to your wand but like I said it requires you to test each one of them,” Fleur added with a serious expression and Harry couldn’t help but gulp.

In theory, this could him hours and that idea didn’t sound too good for him.