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Adult ++
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Harry awoke early te next day, stretching like a feline and looked out the window. The sun just starting to peak and rise upwards the sky. He wondered a little why he was awoke this early, as he wasn't really a morning person before, but he wasn't complaining. He stood up and once again looked at his reflection in the mirror, thinking about what heritage he had got, and from who. As far as he had known, his mother was Muggleborn and his father was pureblood wizard. Apparently, there were more untold secrets. He shook his head, making his long hair wave around his shoulders and took the only small towel he owned and marched out to the bathroom, intent on taking a shower before he started doing his chores for the day.
He stepped inside the bathroom and locked the door, not wanting any of the Dursleys to walk in on him. The last time he hadn't locked it, Dudley had stolen his clothes and buried them out in the yard. Of course Harry got blamed for all that also. He sighed and turned the water on, setting almost on a blazing temprature. He liked his showers hot, it felt purifying in some way. He then waited for a little while so the water became warm enough and steam started to roll out of the shower, then stepped beneath the hot spray of water, almost purring in bliss. He let his long hair soak entierly and then raked his fingers through it a couple of times before reaching for the shampoo he had got himself a couple of weeks earlier. It smelled of vanilla and coconut, something he had come to like over the years.
He took a good amount of it and slowly rubbed it into his long hair, starting at the scalp and continued down to the tips. He purred softly at the feeling and washed his hands of before starting to lather his body with some bodywash, as his hair felt even better if he let the shampoo stay in a little longer. His hands moved slowly and skillfully over each part of his body, over muscled chest over his flat stomach, down to strong and lean thighs, all the way down to his feet. He then stepped back beneath the spray of water, rinsing everything out carefully, combing his fingers through his hair slowly to get all tangles out. He then took a bottle of conditioner and poured some into one hand and placed it back, then massaged it into his hair, intent on keeping it all in good shape. Harry had been intent on letting his hair grow long, so this was just a big plus for him.
He washed the last of the soap of and then turned the shower of. He stepped out and towled his body dry and wrung his hair out a little, wanting it to dry naturally instead. He tied the towel around his waist and walked back into his room, pulling on some clean clothed for the day, noticing that the sun shined brighter now, it looked as it would be a nice day.
He pulled his worn sneakers on and stepped down the stair quietly, not wanting to awake the Dursleys this early. Sure, they almost never did anything against him anymore since he was older and stronger now, but he didn't want a thick atmosphere around, as it tended to make him edgy and irritated. Better to let it lie.
He stepped into the kitchen to grab a bite before going out in the garden. He looked at the clock hanging above the stove and saw that it was only 7:48 in the morning. He chuckled and went over to the refrigirator and looked inside, then sighed ruefully. Just great, nothing to eat at all. And he also didn't have any money to buy food with, looked like he would have to wait until the Dursleys woke up to send him shopping as usual. He grumbled and walked to the living room and then stopped. Molly had sent him food! He turned and crept back up the stair and pulled out the box from beneath his bed, looking what he could eat. He choose a pleasant looking meat pie and placed it on the bed, removing the covering from it and licked his lips at the smell. Apparently Mrs Weasly had placed it under a warming and preservation spell, which made him very happy, since he didn't want to use the kitchen more than he had to when everyone was asleep. He took a bite from the pie and moaned quietly. He had missed Mollys food very much over the summer, as he hadn't been there for a long time now.
He ate slowly and silently as there was no rush to work just yet. He looked out his open window and swallowed the last bite and brushed some crumbs of his hands. The sun glowed brightly even this early, so it looked to be a fine day. Now feeling better, he crept down the stairs and into the living room, opening the small door there as silently as he could and walked out into the sun, smiling slightly. Sure, having done things like this since he was four years old was not fun, but at least he had learned something from it. He wasn't spoiled and he could take care of himself. He could do all types of housework and gardening, which would help him taking care of his own home one day.
He stood on the nicely cut lawn, which he himself had been forced to cut, and went over to a small shed to get his gloves and things he needed. He had actually bought the gloves himself as he tended to hurt his hands otherwise when tending to the roses or other plants. He pulled them on and set down to work, starting by pulling weeds from beneath the rose bush.
After three hours of working, he could hear sounds coming from upstairs since he had let the door stay open. He stood up and brushed his knees of, then walked over to the door and kicked his dirty sneakers of and went inside to wash of before starting on breakfast for the Dursleys. He went into the bathroom and washed his hands and face of, hearing someone coming down the stairs. As the things on the shelf didn't rattle, he gussed it would be Petunia. He dried of and stepped out into the hallway and into the kitchen, noticing her sitting at the table with the morning paper. She only greeted him with a sneer but didn't say anything, which he was grateful for. He didn't want to start an argument this early. He merly nodded and went over to the refrigirator and pulle dout some bacon and eggs, going over to the stove and turned it on. He cooked the breakfast silently, making coffee and toast at the same time, dishing it up perfectly in time as Vernon and Dudley arrived down. Vernon looked at the breakfast suspiciously but didn't say anything and ate as he looked through the paper. Dudley inhaled the food as usual, since his diet hadn't worked this time either.
As Harry made the dishes, he could feel himself being watched intently. He turned slightly and saw Petunia regard him with narrowed eyes, as if she was trying to find something wrong with him. Sure, they always though and would always thing that he was a freak for being a wizard, but this was something else it seemed. He was tempted to just ask her what she was staring at but then rolled his eyes and finished the dishes. Time to drop the bomb.
”I'm leaving today around lunchtime” Harry said and dried his hands on a worn towel, waiting for a reaction. And as guessed, Petunia narrowed her eyes even further and regarded him suspiciously. Dudley seemed as oblivious as ever and Vernon looked up from the paper with an irritated grunt. ”Be back in time to make us dinner boy or I will cook that damn bird of yours instead” he grunted and went back to the paper. Harry bit his cheek to swallow a vicious answer, his anger growing. ”No Uncle Vernon, I won't. I will move out today, for good, never coming back” Harry said and looked harshly at the fat man. Oh how he just wanted to throw a good Bombarda spell right now. He was seething but then pushed it back. He needed to cool of a little before he did something really stupid.He turned and didn't see his aunt and uncle's suprised faces as he stomped out of the kitchen and through the garden, jumping over the fence and walked down the street, thinking. He would be better of from here, he just couldn't stand them anymore. They had been neutral against eachother for about a week now, but Harry had guessed it was only temporary, and apparently it was.
He walked down the street and turned left and entered a park, stopping at a small bench beneath a small oak and sat down. He sighed heavily and closed his eyes for a moment, letting his mind drigt a away a little. He was ripped back when the bench creaked and someone else sat down beside him. He looked up and regarded the person carefully.
It was a woman, that he could tell right away from her curves. She was clad in what seemed to be tight formfitting black pants in some leathertype material which was engulfed in her knee high leather boots. She also had a long black leahter coat which was tied neatly at her waist and it covered half of her face. Harry thought it must be awfully warm to wear right now in the summer, especially on a sunny day as this. A long black braid fell down her back as she looked straight forward, her skin pale as the moon. What made him gasp a little was when the wind caught her hair and made her braid flutter, showing of her pointed ear. She turned towards him, her eyes of indigo color and she seemed to looked straight into his soul. Then she suddenly spoke.
”I see that you have better control of your temper than your father had” she said softly but seriously. Harry blinked. Had she known his father? Was she a relative? What was she doing here? Questions raced through his mind as she still looked at him and then continued. ”I assume you have many questions to ask me and I will answer, but not here and not now, although I will promise this. I will give you the truth, all of it, if you think you are ready to hear it the next time we meet” she said and stood up, holding his eyes frozen against her own. Harrys head was spinning. What should he do? He wanted the truth, that he knew, but what did she mean by that? And when would they meet again? He made a descicion and stood up, noticing that she was nearly as tall as he was now.
”I want the truth” he said with a firm and serious voice, being sure. She gave him a small quirk of her lips in what could resemble a grin, then backed into the shadow at the tree and melded into it slowly. Her eyes glowing softly as she disappeared into the shadows. After she was gone, Harry looked at the darkness where she had been and then started to go back home. Remus would be there soon anyway, and he could finally leave for good. With those thoughts in mind, Harry walked slowly back over the pavement, thinking of all the questions he would ask the mysterious elf woman. He had alot to think about.
Harry awoke early te next day, stretching like a feline and looked out the window. The sun just starting to peak and rise upwards the sky. He wondered a little why he was awoke this early, as he wasn't really a morning person before, but he wasn't complaining. He stood up and once again looked at his reflection in the mirror, thinking about what heritage he had got, and from who. As far as he had known, his mother was Muggleborn and his father was pureblood wizard. Apparently, there were more untold secrets. He shook his head, making his long hair wave around his shoulders and took the only small towel he owned and marched out to the bathroom, intent on taking a shower before he started doing his chores for the day.
He stepped inside the bathroom and locked the door, not wanting any of the Dursleys to walk in on him. The last time he hadn't locked it, Dudley had stolen his clothes and buried them out in the yard. Of course Harry got blamed for all that also. He sighed and turned the water on, setting almost on a blazing temprature. He liked his showers hot, it felt purifying in some way. He then waited for a little while so the water became warm enough and steam started to roll out of the shower, then stepped beneath the hot spray of water, almost purring in bliss. He let his long hair soak entierly and then raked his fingers through it a couple of times before reaching for the shampoo he had got himself a couple of weeks earlier. It smelled of vanilla and coconut, something he had come to like over the years.
He took a good amount of it and slowly rubbed it into his long hair, starting at the scalp and continued down to the tips. He purred softly at the feeling and washed his hands of before starting to lather his body with some bodywash, as his hair felt even better if he let the shampoo stay in a little longer. His hands moved slowly and skillfully over each part of his body, over muscled chest over his flat stomach, down to strong and lean thighs, all the way down to his feet. He then stepped back beneath the spray of water, rinsing everything out carefully, combing his fingers through his hair slowly to get all tangles out. He then took a bottle of conditioner and poured some into one hand and placed it back, then massaged it into his hair, intent on keeping it all in good shape. Harry had been intent on letting his hair grow long, so this was just a big plus for him.
He washed the last of the soap of and then turned the shower of. He stepped out and towled his body dry and wrung his hair out a little, wanting it to dry naturally instead. He tied the towel around his waist and walked back into his room, pulling on some clean clothed for the day, noticing that the sun shined brighter now, it looked as it would be a nice day.
He pulled his worn sneakers on and stepped down the stair quietly, not wanting to awake the Dursleys this early. Sure, they almost never did anything against him anymore since he was older and stronger now, but he didn't want a thick atmosphere around, as it tended to make him edgy and irritated. Better to let it lie.
He stepped into the kitchen to grab a bite before going out in the garden. He looked at the clock hanging above the stove and saw that it was only 7:48 in the morning. He chuckled and went over to the refrigirator and looked inside, then sighed ruefully. Just great, nothing to eat at all. And he also didn't have any money to buy food with, looked like he would have to wait until the Dursleys woke up to send him shopping as usual. He grumbled and walked to the living room and then stopped. Molly had sent him food! He turned and crept back up the stair and pulled out the box from beneath his bed, looking what he could eat. He choose a pleasant looking meat pie and placed it on the bed, removing the covering from it and licked his lips at the smell. Apparently Mrs Weasly had placed it under a warming and preservation spell, which made him very happy, since he didn't want to use the kitchen more than he had to when everyone was asleep. He took a bite from the pie and moaned quietly. He had missed Mollys food very much over the summer, as he hadn't been there for a long time now.
He ate slowly and silently as there was no rush to work just yet. He looked out his open window and swallowed the last bite and brushed some crumbs of his hands. The sun glowed brightly even this early, so it looked to be a fine day. Now feeling better, he crept down the stairs and into the living room, opening the small door there as silently as he could and walked out into the sun, smiling slightly. Sure, having done things like this since he was four years old was not fun, but at least he had learned something from it. He wasn't spoiled and he could take care of himself. He could do all types of housework and gardening, which would help him taking care of his own home one day.
He stood on the nicely cut lawn, which he himself had been forced to cut, and went over to a small shed to get his gloves and things he needed. He had actually bought the gloves himself as he tended to hurt his hands otherwise when tending to the roses or other plants. He pulled them on and set down to work, starting by pulling weeds from beneath the rose bush.
After three hours of working, he could hear sounds coming from upstairs since he had let the door stay open. He stood up and brushed his knees of, then walked over to the door and kicked his dirty sneakers of and went inside to wash of before starting on breakfast for the Dursleys. He went into the bathroom and washed his hands and face of, hearing someone coming down the stairs. As the things on the shelf didn't rattle, he gussed it would be Petunia. He dried of and stepped out into the hallway and into the kitchen, noticing her sitting at the table with the morning paper. She only greeted him with a sneer but didn't say anything, which he was grateful for. He didn't want to start an argument this early. He merly nodded and went over to the refrigirator and pulle dout some bacon and eggs, going over to the stove and turned it on. He cooked the breakfast silently, making coffee and toast at the same time, dishing it up perfectly in time as Vernon and Dudley arrived down. Vernon looked at the breakfast suspiciously but didn't say anything and ate as he looked through the paper. Dudley inhaled the food as usual, since his diet hadn't worked this time either.
As Harry made the dishes, he could feel himself being watched intently. He turned slightly and saw Petunia regard him with narrowed eyes, as if she was trying to find something wrong with him. Sure, they always though and would always thing that he was a freak for being a wizard, but this was something else it seemed. He was tempted to just ask her what she was staring at but then rolled his eyes and finished the dishes. Time to drop the bomb.
”I'm leaving today around lunchtime” Harry said and dried his hands on a worn towel, waiting for a reaction. And as guessed, Petunia narrowed her eyes even further and regarded him suspiciously. Dudley seemed as oblivious as ever and Vernon looked up from the paper with an irritated grunt. ”Be back in time to make us dinner boy or I will cook that damn bird of yours instead” he grunted and went back to the paper. Harry bit his cheek to swallow a vicious answer, his anger growing. ”No Uncle Vernon, I won't. I will move out today, for good, never coming back” Harry said and looked harshly at the fat man. Oh how he just wanted to throw a good Bombarda spell right now. He was seething but then pushed it back. He needed to cool of a little before he did something really stupid.He turned and didn't see his aunt and uncle's suprised faces as he stomped out of the kitchen and through the garden, jumping over the fence and walked down the street, thinking. He would be better of from here, he just couldn't stand them anymore. They had been neutral against eachother for about a week now, but Harry had guessed it was only temporary, and apparently it was.
He walked down the street and turned left and entered a park, stopping at a small bench beneath a small oak and sat down. He sighed heavily and closed his eyes for a moment, letting his mind drigt a away a little. He was ripped back when the bench creaked and someone else sat down beside him. He looked up and regarded the person carefully.
It was a woman, that he could tell right away from her curves. She was clad in what seemed to be tight formfitting black pants in some leathertype material which was engulfed in her knee high leather boots. She also had a long black leahter coat which was tied neatly at her waist and it covered half of her face. Harry thought it must be awfully warm to wear right now in the summer, especially on a sunny day as this. A long black braid fell down her back as she looked straight forward, her skin pale as the moon. What made him gasp a little was when the wind caught her hair and made her braid flutter, showing of her pointed ear. She turned towards him, her eyes of indigo color and she seemed to looked straight into his soul. Then she suddenly spoke.
”I see that you have better control of your temper than your father had” she said softly but seriously. Harry blinked. Had she known his father? Was she a relative? What was she doing here? Questions raced through his mind as she still looked at him and then continued. ”I assume you have many questions to ask me and I will answer, but not here and not now, although I will promise this. I will give you the truth, all of it, if you think you are ready to hear it the next time we meet” she said and stood up, holding his eyes frozen against her own. Harrys head was spinning. What should he do? He wanted the truth, that he knew, but what did she mean by that? And when would they meet again? He made a descicion and stood up, noticing that she was nearly as tall as he was now.
”I want the truth” he said with a firm and serious voice, being sure. She gave him a small quirk of her lips in what could resemble a grin, then backed into the shadow at the tree and melded into it slowly. Her eyes glowing softly as she disappeared into the shadows. After she was gone, Harry looked at the darkness where she had been and then started to go back home. Remus would be there soon anyway, and he could finally leave for good. With those thoughts in mind, Harry walked slowly back over the pavement, thinking of all the questions he would ask the mysterious elf woman. He had alot to think about.