Harry and his witches

An://I got few things to say, first I am sorry for the latness of this update, I understand if you are upset. Anyway number two, I am getting married in Feb., 26 to be exact and things are a little hectec. And three, I know this sounds goofy, but the more reviews you leave the faster I update, I judge how long it's been since an update on Reviews, like two I think it's been about a day, five I need to update cause it's getting late. I know, confusing.

Like always, any views will be excepted, including mild flames or critisim. There is another important AN at the bottom.

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The more Bellatrix lay in the bed, the more the thoughts came to her, only raising more and more questions. Like, why did she deny Harry sex? Why did she all of a sudden get uncomfortable with her body? Most importantly, why did these changes take place? Any other time in the past she would have let Harry sleep with her, not offering a second thought, so why was it so different now? ‘When in doubt, ask,’ Bellatrix thought as she rose out of her bed to ask the one other individual who was still alive that knew her the best....

“Get up, Narcissa!” Bellatrix roared as she entered the girls’ dormitory in the Slytherin common room. Narcissa groaned and grunted as she sat up and brushed the sheets aside. Bellatrix laughed as her sister glared in her direction, aware of her bed-head.

“What do you want?” Narcissa snapped at her sister. It wasn’t often that she got to sleep in like this.

“I have a question and you will help me answer it.” Narcissa let out a huff and listened to her sister’s story, from the part where she went on Harry’s rounds for the morning to the afternoon bath and bed.

“Why do I need to know this?” Narcissa asked, wishing she told her sister to bug off.

“Because of the question. I want to know why I didn’t sleep with Harry....”

“Why’s it matter?” Narcissa questioned.

“Because I would have any other time!” Bellatrix snapped back.

“No… not that.” The blonde sighed and flopped back down on the bed. “I meant my idea or opinion. It’s your choice and you said no… big deal.”

“It is a big deal,” Bellatrix whined. “I would have any other time. It means that I have changed.”

“What a stupid observation -- of course you change,” Narcissa lectured. “You left the Death Eaters, kissed Harry Potter, saved me, are going back to school, and are about to start training sessions with Harry. Would you have done this if he never was your lord or spared your life?” Bellatrix shook her head. “There you go. You think you owe him and want to pay up. Perhaps you think that after you pay him he won’t need you anymore, or maybe it’s your hormones that came back when you were a teen. Doesn’t matter. You are you and it doesn’t matter what I think.”

“So this is your way of saying ‘sort through it yourself’?” Bellatrix asked.

“Yup. Now lemme sleep,” Narcissa said, gently laying her sister next to her and throwing
the blankets over them. “You’re tired. Maybe sleeping will help.”

“You’ve changed, too,” Bellatrix mumbled. “You are nice now… and goofy.” They both giggled and soon fell into a deep sleep.

~Harry’s P.O.V.~

Harry sighed heavily. He was going to have sex with someone almost five years younger than him and he would have to impress her. The last time he saw Gabrielle she was young, about eleven; now she is fourteen. ‘I still don’t feel any better about this,’ Harry thought as he reached the Great Hall. ‘She has had sex before… with Bill during his initiation a while ago.... Maybe they age differently or something.’ He sighed… and still didn’t feel any better.

He came down to the Great Hall and opened the heavy door. Looking around, there was the usual eating away. Susan and Ginny sat in the corner of the lunchroom and waved happily to Harry. Luna and Lavender were at the second table chatting away. Ron, Dean, Seamus, and Hermione, however, were at the only table that had started talking in low whispers as soon as he walked in. The teachers stared at Harry as he stood in the doorway -- some with happy gazes, like McGonagall; and others filled with scorn, like Snape.
Finally, Harry spotted a pale girl with flowing long blonde hair, almost a golden color. She was petite -- almost the size of Ginny, though a little taller -- and had the same frame as Narcissa, with a high and firm chest. She looked to Harry and he knew instantly that it was Gabrielle; although she grew, she still had the same facial structure. And she did something that Harry didn’t expect -- blush.

She had been chatting with another girl across from her. She had flaming red hair, like Ginny, and was just a few inches shorter than Harry. While she was not as stacked as Gabrielle, she still had a firm chest and an hourglass figure. Harry looked to both girls, who smiled warmly to him. “Hi, Gabrielle. You’ve changed,” Harry greeted, not too sure of how to start a conversation with someone that he just met two seconds ago. “So how have you been?”

“I am fine, Mr. Potter,” she answered with a benevolent smile still gracing her soft features. Harry noticed that the other girl with the red hair had pink eyes and high cheekbones. Her lips weren’t small or large; they were perfectly sized and fit with her like pieces to a puzzle. By the colors that she was wearing, she was in the house of Hufflepuff and Harry would likely be seeing more and more of this girl. “This young lady would like to have a word with you.... Your name is Dora, correct?”

“Why, yes, it is,” the girl answered.

“What would you like to talk to me about, Nymphadora?” Harry asked with a smirk.
Tonks immediately pouted. “Don’t call me that.... How did you know that it was me?”

“Easy… Dora. I mean, come on, you can be more creative than that. Oh, and the pink eyes were a dead giveaway.” Her eyes went wide before she calmed and closed her eyes. When they reopened, they were a dark brown, as dark as the midnight sky, making her look more intimidating than she meant to be.

“Better?” Tonks asked. When Harry nodded, she leaned in close. “They are listening. Can read lips and watching.... Don’t call me any other name than Dora.” Tonks then pulled away. “I think I like you, Mr. Potter,” she said, closing in with a kiss. Using her Metamorphagus abilities, she blushed and walked away to the Hufflepuff dorm.

“Come, Mr. Potter. We have much to discuss.” Gabrielle lightly took Harry’s hand and led him out of the Great Hall and down the hall that Tonks went.

“I don’t trust the boy, Albus,” hissed Snape.

“Neither do I… but there isn’t much that I can do. The Black sisters have given him a potion to block the effects of memory alteration. We can keep an eye on him, though.”

“How?” Snape questioned. “The portraits won’t go near him. One of his companions has a charm, either on themselves or placed on Harry to keep unwelcome specters away from themselves and him.”

“Yes, specters -- not people, though.” With a nod, Hermione, Ron, and Seamus left after Harry on the same route, but Dean went a different direction, undoubtedly going to cut them off or get a hiding spot a little ways away.

~Back with Harry~

“Listen good,” Gabrielle said with a sharp tone as they picked up speed. “They are following us, and I have been instructed to keep the number of people knowing about this to a minimum.... There she is.”

“Where can we talk in private?” Tonks asked as they continued to go faster and faster.

“Oh, shit, here they come.... What did I talk about when I was your age?”

“So Harry, would you like to go with us on a date tonight at seven?” Gabrielle suddenly asked. Tonks’ ears picked up the sound of feet stopping, which didn’t pick up. Tonks’ face contorted, saying without words what he should do.

“Why wouldn’t I want to do that? I would like to get to know the both of you better,” Harry replied. Tonks and Gabrielle sighed; clearly, that was the wrong answer.

They continued to walk in silence, knowing that the other three were right behind them, probably holding extendable ears up to their faces, just waiting for one of them to talk. Harry looked to Gabrielle, who smiled at Harry and winked. ‘Don’t take what she is saying seriously. Now, pull us closer to you.’

Harry looked around and found Tonks staring directly at him with a very determined look on her face. ‘I didn’t know that she could do Legimency,’ Harry thought, pulling the girls closer.

“So Harry… what do you think about coming with Dora and I to the Hufflepuff dorm for a… sleepover?”?Gabrielle asked with a dreamy stare in her eyes. Harry could smell it and almost feel it, as her magic seemed to surround and engulf him. It immediately came to mind what she was trying to do… well, two possibilities, anyway. Make the others think that she is lulling them away to have sex and they would be repulsed into not following, or lure the boys into a fight over her and say that they were defending themselves from the other students.

“Why, I would love to,” Harry said, kissing her on the side of her cheek. “When should we get going?”

And that’s when Tonks heard it. From the moment that she knew that they were being followed she altered her ears to pick up noises easier, and now she could hear the argument between Hermione and the others. In short, the boys were going to charge and try to woo Gabrielle into sleeping in their dorm for the night.

Since Hermione was a girl, she was immune to the effects of a Veela and was leaving, refusing to stay. What caused Hermione to jump, though, was that there were two other people waiting around the corner. Based on how hard their feet hit the ground when they walked, they were likely to be teens rather than adults, since they didn’t walk away with Hermione repulsed by the act of seduction.

“Here come Ron and Seamus,” Tonks said wearily. As long as she was in a younger body, she could not use the full extent of her magic. In other words, she was a normal teenage girl until she morphed back into her original state.
Harry felt a strong force in his mid-back and stumbled forward, nearly tripping over himself. “Hello,” Seamus greeted, wrapping his right arm over Gabrielle. Ron didn’t seem to care, though -- they were just two girls, after all. “Come on… I have something to show you. It’s dying to meet you.” Seamus then took his left hand and guided one of her hands past his stomach and down toward his pelvic region, while his right seized one of her breasts.

“I don’t think so,” Harry stated, peeling Ron off of Tonks and tossing him to Seamus.

“They asked to come with me. I don’t remember you being invited.” They stumbled back as Gabrielle came to Harry’s side. “Come on. We should get to bed.” Harry then took each girl by the hand and led them down the hallway, knowing that Ron and Seamus were following not far behind.

“Watch out!” a voice called from behind. Harry turned and was blown into the hard stone wall. His head bounced off of one of the rocks, leaving him in a stunned state.

“We don’t need invitations to be with these two, now do we?”

Harry didn’t need to hear the voice a second time. It was Nott and Dean, since he hadn’t been seen since Harry left the Great Hall. They probably thought that cutting them off would be easier to trap them and question them. However, Gabrielle changed that plan to what theirs were now, which was probably rape, with the way that they were acting and talking.

‘The girls can hold out on their own for a while, but I need a moment.’ Harry hung his head and pretended to be unconscious. Each word, though, clung to his soul and seemed to speed up his recovery.

“Now,” Andreas said, “these seem to be getting in the way.” Harry didn’t know for sure, but he heard their tops rip open and both the girls squeal. ‘Gabrielle’s power can’t do this…. They really want to hurt Tonks and Gabrielle. I have to get up now!’

Harry opened his eyes and his vision was still blurred, but it was getting better. From what little he could make out, two of the boys were behind each girl and the other two secured the wands and weapons of each. Slowly, almost in a taunting fashion, they began to peel away what little of the clothing the girls still had on; now they were on in nothing more than their knickers.

Odds were that they were given exclusive use of the hallway, meaning that neither Dumbledore nor any other teacher was about to walk down this way. And with Harry’s ward against the painting, they couldn’t come close enough to tell the headmaster what was going on. ‘But how could they know that?’ Harry thought. His vision was clear as the boys were now taking off their clothes. Fortunately, they still wore their pants, which had their holsters for their wands.

Harry found a small knife that Tonks always kept in her boot, discarded close to him. ‘They won’t tell the truth and no one will vouch for me other than the girls. My new cover will be blown, but I can’t let this happen.’

Knowing that he would need surprise, Harry crept forward and waited for his time. He was directly behind Nott, the reason things got this far.

“This is for knocking me into a wall!” Harry cried out, thrusting the silver knife into Nott’s side, who then gasped and fell to the ground. “This is for Dora!” Harry then pointed his wand and watched as an air-exploding curse came out and blew up right in Ron’s face, causing him to recoil back and gasp out in pain as it broke skin. “This is for Gabrielle!” Harry then let out an air-cutting curse and sliced Dean wide open. “And this is for me! Expelliarmus!” The disarming spell struck Harry with amazing force, knocking him back into the wall. This time, he left a dent and dust fell down from the ceiling as he crumpled down onto the floor.

Seamus threw the girls to the ground, and they scrambled for their wands and clothes. The moment that they reached their wands, they received a fierce shock. The wards were made so the harder that you tried to reach for the wand, the harder you would be shocked.

Seamus moved with purpose. He needed to punish Harry for what he did and how he “ruined the evening” with the girls.

‘Harry’s not in a position to do much… but I have to try,’ Tonks thought, rising to her feet shakily. ‘Hogwarts has gone to hell,’ she thought as she leapt onto the boy’s back. “Leave him alone!” Tonks cried, striking and kicking him anywhere she could.

“Get off, you bitch,” Seamus growled, turning around and slamming his back into a wall, sandwiching Tonks in between. She gasped as the air instantly left her lungs, and slumped to the ground.

“That is enough,” a dreamy voice called out. Seamus turned and found Luna Lovegood in the hallway.

“I suppose that you are going to stop me all by yourself?” Seamus asked, raising his wand.

“I could… but don’t need to. Us Ravenclaws love to think ahead.” Around the corner came Daphne and at her side was Angelina. “We thought that shadowing Harry for security would be the safest thing that we could do.”

“Fine,” Seamus said, gathering his shirt and the recovering boys. They stumbled and staggered as they rose to their feet.

“No, it really isn’t,” Neville said from behind.

Harry finally had the strength to get to his feet. He found a pale boy with bright blond hair, so bright that it looked white standing next to Neville. Behind him was another handsome boy with platinum blond hair. He was tanned, but it looked more like a bronze color than a dark brown; he had green eyes and a katana strapped onto his back.
There was another boy who had semi-pale skin. He seemed to have violet-colored eyes and thick, long black hair combed side to side very neatly. His build indicated that he worked out on a seemingly everyday basis.

The girl to the rear had long black hair that cascaded down to her back. She seemed to have a mix between green and blue eyes making a teal sort of color. Her facial structure was soft, and she had high cheekbones and a defined chin. Harry wasn’t sure, but she seemed like a noble, based on her stance.

“They are with us. It would be wise not to try anything like this again,” the girl called out before she took a step forward.

The pale boy moved to her side so they were a foot away from the four stunned boys. “If you do, we will make sure that you do live to regret it.”

“That is a promise, not a threat,” the boy with platinum-blond hair stated, taking a step next to the pale boy.

“If you want to leave, now would be a very good time,” said the boy with the muscles and neatly combed hair.

Seamus was stunned. Never before had he been intimidated, much less to this degree. There was something off about these students. However, it was something that he couldn’t place or understand in the least. They let something off, like an aura of intimidation.

Harry felt something different from Seamus, though. He watched as the four boys who attempted to rape Tonks and Gabriel walked away, thinking only one thing: ’I need to get stronger… stronger than everyone in this school. Including them.’ Harry rose shakily to his feet and looked down to see them shake as he fell back down to the ground again.

~The Next Morning~

Harry opened his eyes, and trying not to give into his headache he groaned. He couldn’t, if he wanted the girls to sleep. On his left was Gabrielle. ‘She really is beautiful,’ Harry thought, gazing to her face. While she was pale, it wasn’t to a blinding degree. Her lips were cute and full, and her blonde hair seemed to reflect off the morning light, giving way to her perfectly shaped face.

On his right was Tonks, who was back in her adult form. Her hair was icy blue, while her eyes were a dark shade of violet and gently closed. Her mouth was open slightly and she let out a soft hum instead of a snore, unlike those that Harry was accustomed to with his uncle Vernon. If Harry moved even an inch the sun would shine right on her face. ‘Tonks always seems to keep a firm bum, no matter what she looks like,’ Harry noticed as he looked to her long legs that were revealed by the black nightie she wore.

“Morning, sunshine,” an unfamiliar voice called out. Harry looked up and at the foot of the bed were the four that managed to save Tonks and Gabrielle. “Ready to train?”

Harry shook his head and rubbed his eyes to making sure that they were real. “What kind of training?” he asked. If he was to fight Voldemort and Dumbledore, then turning down a golden opportunity to train with four people stronger them him was unwise.

“Everything. Let’s get names out of the way. I am Sypher, and I‘ll teach hand-to-hand combat training,” said the pale boy with almost white-blond hair. “He’s Ren; likes to be called Jagon,” he said, pointing to the boy with platinum-blond hair. “He’ll teach weaponry. This is Leon -- he likes to be called Stephan, though.” Sypher then pointed to the boy with neatly combed hair. “He’ll teach combat situation with Jagon. And this is Sydney; she likes to be called Chocolate, though. She’ll teach you to diffuse situations, as well as that nifty little gift you have. She has something similar to it.”

“Why do you all have two names and why do you want to help me?” Harry asked as he sat up. The girls rolled in the beds and would probably wake up any minute.

“Who we are?” Sydney asked. “We are the Dark Brotherhood. We have a mutual enemy, and as far as we can tell, you should be able to take him down. As for the two names, we don’t want anyone we don’t trust to know our real names… easier to track that way. Oh, and these two will teach you dark magic.” Sydney stepped out of the way, and behind her were Bellatrix and Narcissa. “Gather your friends. This will be so much fun… for us, that is.”

Harry paled, but he went to get Neville, Luna, Lavender, Susan, Katie, Terry, Lisa, Ginny; then dragged them out onto the Quidditch field for what they would call practice. “This course is two miles wide. I want you to give us a lap. We’ll jog with you and expect that you don’t lag too far behind. After that, we will break off into groups and stay in those groups for about a week, then switch up the next. Now start jogging,” Jagon ordered.
The six teachers were in the very front because they were the most athletic and had already worked on this everyday for who knows how long. When they were done, it was already some twenty minutes later.

“That was pathetic,” Sydney stated, shaking her head at their feeble performance. “We will stay in the groups for two weeks. Now draw a number from the hat. Ones with
Narcissa and Bellatrix; twos are with me; threes with Leon; fours with Sypher; and fives with Ren.”

Harry got a five, as did Lisa Turpin. Susan and Neville got a two; Terry and Katie got a four, leaving Ginny and Lavender with a one.

~Three and Five~

“Alright,” Ren said, urging everyone to sit down. “First day is just the basics of fighting and what to expect these upcoming two weeks. We are going to teach you a few unorthodox techniques that you can implement while dueling with another wizard. Why are we teaching you unorthodox methods? Because it is unsuspected and can turn a battle in your favor.

“When you duel with a wizard,” Leon began, “long-range spells don’t work as well as they do up close and personal. The wand was made to keep wizards apart during fights. Well, we are breaking that prospect and giving you each a weapon. If you are close, then a weapon is more affected and, combined with the right spells, devastating. Harry, you get a sword. Luna gets a kunai. Terry, here’s a dagger, and Katie gets the whip.”

“With this training, you will learn to use your weapons and magic together in harmony,” Ren said. “In other words, combining the two to achieve something greater. Luna, you and Katie will be a bit different, since these weapons work better at a shorter distance, so stay with me. Harry, you and Terry stick with Leon.”

“Let’s start. Harry, give me a thousand swings downward as hard as you can. Don’t let up until I tell you to stop. Terry?” Leon then turned around and waved his hand, and a wooden doll appeared in front of him. “This is programmed to fight back, I want you to sneak up on it and try to catch it off-guard. Hopefully, by the end of the two weeks, Harry can cleave that in two, and you can creep up and slice it before it notices you. Start!”

“Okay, Katie, what I want for you to do is practice with this.” Ren turned and set up targets. “Luna, throw the kunai to the center -- don’t stop until you’ve hit the center thirty times. Katie, whip this.” Ren then conjured a life-size wooden doll that had some armor on. “With each hit of the chain-whip I give you, you should be able to cut through the doll’s iron armor. By next week, the doll will move and fight back. And Luna, your targets would be able to move. Start when you are ready.”

~Group One~

“Let’s begin,” Narcissa said. “Who can tell me why dark magic is called dark magic?”

“Because you have to want the effects to happen. With light magic, no matter what, you will get the same effect.”

“Good,” Bellatrix replied. “There are a wide variety of spells. Just like light, there are spells of healing, spells of stunning, or changing your appearance, and spells for dueling. What make dark spells so strong, though, are your own emotions. What I want you to do is when casting a dark spell, put your emotion behind it, want it to happen more.”

“Um, isn’t that like intent?” Ginny asked.

“No, not quite,” Narcissa answered. “Let me explain. When you cast a cutting curse from the light side of spells, it always goes that deep or hurts that much. With a spell from the dark arsenal, it depends on how angry you are, and how much you want them to suffer. It will make the spell stronger and the cut deeper and be more painful.”

“Enough. They get the picture,” Bellatrix stated with extreme boredom. “Don’t bore them to death. Let them get to the fun stuff. The spells themselves are very special and will cause damage no matter what emotion you put into them, but will hurt more when you want to hurt them the way that the spell indicates. I want to cut them; I want their blood to boil.”

“We’ll start with a few books of spells. By the end of the two weeks, you two will duel us using only dark spells. Get to the studding.” Narcissa waved her hand and a pile of books came in a small wagon. “Start at the top; more advanced books are at the bottom of the wagon. Study during your free time.”

~Group Two~

“Where to start…? Okay. What do you two know about speech craft?” Sydney asked.

“Not much at all,” Neville replied honestly.

“Easier place to start, at least,” Sydney mumbled to herself. “What it is, is the ability to influence change in a person’s mind, ask somebody out on a date, or to talk your way out of a difficult situation. Harry and I have other means to do this, but you will want to charm somebody into liking you to change their actions, perhaps avoid something.”

“So you are going to teach us how to talk?” Susan asked sarcastically.

“Yes and no. It’s more like acting, leading someone onto the truth or a false sense of security. It gives you the element of surprise and can change so much in a fight or a tricky situation. What I would like the two of you to do is make a new friend at school, someone that I will choose. You will learn to talk to that individual and appeal to them. Easy enough.”

~Group Three~

“We are here to teach you an unconventional method to fight. Hand-to-hand is what the Muggles tend to use and is unexpected from a wizard or a witch. Using this also means that you should creep up on an opponent and take them out with minimal noise or the use of a spell that would attract unwanted attention,” Sypher stated.

“So how will we learn this?” asked Katie.

“I want you to try and hit me in any manner that you can think of. After that, I will have learned enough of your attack styles to determine what type of fighting would be best for you.”

Katie charged and attempted to hit him as hard as she could. Every time she came close to him, though, he would leap out of the way or catch her hands or legs, then throw her back onto the floor. It went on for twenty minutes before Sypher told her to stop.

“Very good,” he stated. “You actually came very close to hitting me many times. For now, we will start you on a kickboxing type of fighting. After that, we can add styles to your fighting, making you a tougher opponent.”
~Three Hours Later~
The only ones that weren’t totally exhausted were Sydney and Bellatrix’s groups. Needless to say, everyone went straight to bed without a word to another.

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An:/ I was reading my earlier work and realised that slowly my writting style changed. I don't know if I can change it back but if you liked the earlier work then leave a review about it and I am willing to try.