Harry Potter and the Secret Nurse

Chapter Twenty-Seven
The Secret Nurse Returns

Harry bolted into a run, or a quick hobble, thinking maybe he was right. More than a decade had passed since he tried to remember what the woman looked like. There was blonde stylish hair like Princess Diana, a very motherly face, that’s all. Her name was Ms. Channing. Speculation filled Harry’s mind. Arabella Figg lived right by his home all of Harry’s life with him thinking she was an ordinary crazy old woman with a house full of cats, and it turned out she was a squib who was planted there to keep an eye on Harry. Could Ms. Channing have been something of the same? Halfway up the second flight of stairs the flight started to change as Harry was too slow. He had to sit and wait for it to change back.

“Stairs! Stairs! Stairs! All these fucking stairs!” Harry cursed in a fit, “WHY DOESN’T THIS FUCKIN’ SCHOOL HAVE AN ELEVATOR?”

“I heard that!” Ginny called out from above.

Ginny had just come out of the Fat Lady’s Portrait and was running down the stairs, eagerly brandishing her pee pee whacker. Susan Bones had already blown the first offender rule right in the middle of the great hall when she saw the photo of Hermione in the Sun and realized Hermione’s breasts were far bigger than her own.

“Oh bloody hell!” Harry called out.

Crawling on his hands and knees, Harry made it to the third floor as fast as he could and hobbled away from the staircase. He had to make the long way around the third floor corridor as best he could. Ginny was almost at his floor and Harry fell against a door entrance and forced his way in.

“I know you’re here, Harry, you can’t hide from me!” said Ginny as she made it to the second floor.

Harry peered through a crack in the door, barely able to stand. He was startled when a hand with long red fingernails slapped on his shoulder and turned him around. A figure who’s face was hidden by a cloak stood right up close to him.

“Don’t worry, she can’t get in here.”

Harry knew that voice, and that unbelievably gorgeous figure. The secret nurse.

“YOU’RE the councillor?” asked Harry.

“Yes.”

Harry noticed the long row of beds behind her and asked, “Are you... going to make love to me?”

“It’s a start,” said the nurse, “Or you can go back out in the hall and get your balls whacked by the witching emasculator.”

Harry could see the doorknob being giggled by what must by Ginny on the other side, testing the door.

“I’m going to need to share this with Hermione first,” said Harry.

“Don’t worry about Hermione,” said the nurse, “I have her on Thursdays.”

“Right, uhm, bottom then?” asked Harry.

“Whatever makes you more comfortable,” said the nurse.

Screaming. Moaning. Ejaculating as hard as he could and utterly bewildered as to how could the nurse possibly hold her breath for that long, Harry fell back onto the bed utterly exhausted. He was shaking as he caught his own breath. The nurse took him out of her mouth and started climbing onto the bed, squishing Harry with her enormous breasts.

“How do you do that?” asked Harry, “Magic spell where you don’t need oxygen? Gills to breathe through your neck? How?”

“Neck gills, I like that,” said the nurse as she straightened her red hair, “Training, that’s how I do it. Suppressed gag reflex, conditioned breathing. Takes years to master it at that level.”

“You swallow swords too?”

“Sword swallowing is a doddle,” said the nurse.

The nurse climbed to the head of the bed and sat up, leaning back on the headboard. She invited Harry to on top of her with his head practically drowned in her bosom. It was remarkably comfortable and comforting.

“So tell me about your life since last we met,” said the nurse.

Harry sighed, nuzzling his head in her mounds of flesh and said, “Oh, not much has happened. Only had two scrapes with death.”

“Only two?”

“Well that and we chased off some Death Eaters,” said Harry, “But I don’t count that as death defying because they were running away.”

“I’ve heard you’ve been productive?” asked the nurse.

“I upgraded my OWLs last summer,” said Harry, “Which now qualifies me to teach a class full of Slytherins. Which wouldn’t be SO bad, except over half of them can’t read, and they’re responsible for splashing a photo of my girlfriend’s breasts all over England. I made it onto the Quiddich team, I’m walking again, sort of. Oh, and I also helped save the train to Hogwarts from being blown to smithereens and killing almost every single student at Hogwarts. I also still suck at transfigurations.”

“I heard you took in a ward,” the nurse asked and smiled, “I think that’s really remarkable.”

“Tim, I rescued him from those Death Eaters I told you I chased off,” said Harry, “Not to mention a life stuck in a muggle orphanage. I’m just, I’m... obviously not happy about him winding up in Slytherin.”

“Is he happy?”

“Well... yeah he has friends, he seems to like them,” said Harry, “Hell, I have to admit, seeing him reminds me of myself when I was hanging out with Ron and Hermione in first year. I never thought I’d ever see anything like that in Slytherin.”

“That disturbs you?”

“It does, I was hoping he would want to leave Slytherin and come to Gryffindor,” said Harry, “But he has friends, and he’s happy.”

“And you want him to be happy?”

“Of course, but I worry.”

“That’s normal, it means you care,” said the nurse, “It’s really no different than any parent who sees their child off to school. They don’t have any control over what happens to them after they go. It’s very hard, it’s traumatic even. Do you see yourself as a father figure to Tim?”

“A father?” said Harry, “Jeez, a lot of people keep saying that. Especially when they find out about my plans to adopt him. I really think of myself as more of a big brother.”

The nurse began running her fingers through Harry’s hair and asked, “I hear you now have passage to Otherworld.”

“Oh god,” said Harry, “It’s... it’s... well it’s bizarre to be sure.”

“Sounds like it’s not everything it’s cracked up to be for you.”

“My parents are supposed to be there!” said Harry, sounding frustrated, “The world is supposed to share spirits of both the living and the dead. But all I’ve ever seen is a brief glimpse of my godfather. I want to go looking for them, but I can’t.”

“What’s holding you back?”

Harry sighed and explained, “I was warned they might not know me. They’ve been there for fifteen years without me. I’ve grown up and they-“

“So just introduce yourself, and tell them you are their son.”

“They might have a hard time believing that,” said Harry, “You see, I don’t look like me in Otherworld.”

“What do you look like?”

Harry was about to explain, but then he decided it would be easier to show her and held out his wrist, exposing his silver bracelet and tapped it three times. In an instant, he was transformed into his cat costume. The nurse was completely chuffed and looked Harry over. This was the most adorable thing she ever held between her breasts.

“When did you make this?”

“I had it made for me,” said Harry, “It was a gift for Hermione. She likes.. uhh, cat boys. It’s hard to describe. She likes to cuddle up to me like this.”

“I can definitely see why,” said the nurse, “What do you think of this?”

“It’s fun, I like it,” said Harry.

“Why do you wear the bracelet?” asked the nurse.

“I don’t know, it’s just a novelty I guess,” said Harry.

After Harry explained he had it for over a month, the nurse commented that was a pretty long time to be fascinated by a mere novelty.

“Hey, this is pretty neat magic,” said Harry.

“Harry, I want you to do something for me until we meet next week,” said the nurse, “I want you to spend some time thinking about WHY it is a novelty for you to be able to turn yourself into a cat person any time you want to.”

Wandering into the great hall with his head in the clouds like Luna Lovegood, Harry ran into Hermione sitting at the Gryffindor table and smiled.

*thwuck*

Then he was on the floor holding onto his crotch as Ginny Weasley had finally caught up with him.

Hermione looked down at the floor asked, \"Evening sunshine, what did you say to deserve that?\"

Harry tried to catch his breath as he said, \"I\'m... not... going... to... repeat it!\"

Climbing up of the floor and bracing himself against the table, Harry struggled into the bench seat and just moaned and moped for a while.

\"Ready for your first DA meeting tonight?\" asked Hermione.

\"That\'s tonight?\" asked Harry, \"Strewth, Wednesday\'s a full day for me. Potions all morning, Slytherins in the afternoon, and I\'m seeing a councillor.\"

\"Really?\" asked Hermione as she thought this was good news.

\"So are you, by the way,\" said Harry, \"She has you on Thursdays she said. You\'re not going to believe who it is. Remember that little visitor you brought by last summer just before the Weasleys came to stay?\"

Hermione dropped a scroll she was writing on and asked, \"The redhead?\"

\"Among other attributes.\"

\"That\'ll be interesting,\" said Hermione.

No kidding, thought Harry, might be as interesting as watching the girls of Ravenclaw go at it. That evening the DA class looked more like a dojo. Cho Chang had shown up wearing her martial arts pyjamas marked with a belt that took her over a decade to earn. Most people thought it was just a black belt, they didn\'t know it was a third level and it usually took seven years for a talented person to make it to the first level. The seventh years were all dressed in martial arts attire and formed a class led by Cho.
Harry and Hermione found themselves awful busy teaching everyone how to do the possessions-in-property-of charm. The new charm was a bit of a novelty everyone wanted to jump into, but Harry wanted to go over the basics as he did last year. He had just talked everyone into pairing off for disarming practice when there was a knock on the door. This was really odd as no one had ever done that before. Answering it, Harry saw Tim with his two friends Kreka and Lucretia, all wearing their Slytherin robes.

\"Hello Harry!\" Tim said excitedly, then he swallowed and looked a little awkward, \"The Aurors let us out of the Slytherin Tower for good behaviour, it’s just awful being stuck in there. Can we watch you teach? I told my friends we can go, but everyone at Slytherin seems to think we\'re not welcome and-\"

\"Come in,\" said Harry.

Most of the DA members just stopped in their tracks at the sight of three first year Slytherins coming in to the DA meetings. Just about every member still had fresh in their minds the betrayal Slytherins shown last year when they ruined the DA meetings by trying to apprehend all of them for Umbridge. Kreka pushed up her thick round glasses and squealed with delight when she saw there was a martial arts class. Her tiny frame bounded over to Cho\'s students and she joined in, already expertly knowing some of the moves they were practicing.
Lucretia looked far less comfortable for being there, as she kept self-consciously fiddling with her long ginger-coloured curly hair. It was obvious to her she wasn\'t welcome. Tim\'s boundless enthusiasm won her over, as he insisted they could learn how to do basic disarming spells. They paired off, casting at each other, and eventually Lucretia lightened up and began giggling from time to time. Eventually, everyone else had gotten used to their presence, these weren\'t just any Slytherins, after all, it was Harry\'s ward, and his two friends. They weren\'t even at Hogwarts last year when Slytherin actively sought to betray Hogwarts to Umbridge.
By the end of the class, Harry wanted a chance to catch up with Tim and how he was doing. Tim sighed and asked if he could be honest, so Harry took him over to a corner where they could talk alone.

“It’s not all I was hoping it would be,” said Tim, “There’s a lot of feuding going on in our house, especially between the seniors and us.”

“What about those guys I teach?” asked Harry.

“We hardly ever see them at all,” said Tim, “And that Draco guy. He’s creepy! He’s like a vampire; he never comes out of his private room. Never talks to ANYONE.”

“He has a private room?”

“I’ve heard he’s always had one,” said Tim, “A lot of seniors do who come from rich families. They don’t share rooms with everyone. There’s some kind of upstairs/downstairs thing to it. And there’s always some sort of down beating going on, them thinking they’re so much better than us and all that. It’s not too different than some foster homes I’ve been to.”

Harry interrupted him and hugged Tim going, “Hey, if things are too tough for you there, you can come to Gryffindor-“

“No Harry, I’m not going to let them win,” said Tim, “Kreka and Lucy and I-“

“Lucy?”

“It’s kind of a nickname,” said Tim, “We’re... kind of stuck on proving we belong. Especially Kreka. We’re going to show them up. We’re going to find out who’s responsible for betraying Hogwarts.”

Harry was picking up something and asked, “Tim, you’re not looking into this thing about the photo of Hermione?”

Tim kind of looked around and said, “It’s kind of hard NOT TO. Kreka is an expert in computers, and I mean she’s really good, and she has a muggle mother who works for the phone company. Lucretia’s parents work for a magical collection agency.”

“You’re... working together to find out who did it?” asked Harry.

Tim shook his head. Harry knew better than to beg Tim not to get into trouble. All he could do was say don’t go too far, and keep him updated if anything significant came up.

“And Tim,” said Harry, “If I’m not around and you see trouble ALWAYS trust a professor. Especially Dumbledore.”

“Including our head of our house?” asked Tim.

“Well I would trust McGonagall with my life,” said Harry, “I don’t know much about Professor Gully, but she’s nothing at all like the last head of Slytherin.”

“Snape? I hear about him all the time, trust me,” said Tim, “The seniors carry on like he was some kind of legend. Did you trust him?”

“Well, I trusted him to do pretty much what I always expected him to do,” said Harry, trying to dodge the issue.

“I hear from some, he wasn’t that good,” said Tim, “They said he was strict and cruel, like Gully is. I can’t imagine him being worse.”

Harry let that slide. Going on a tear about Snape would last the better part of an hour, especially if any other DA members overheard it. Just as Harry said good-bye, he also let Tim know he and his friends were welcome back anytime they wanted.

Then Tim asked, “What about my other friends?”

“You have more?”

“Oh yeah,” said Tim, “Mostly first years, but a few second years and third ones as well.”

Harry looked around and saw Hermione standing near him with her hands on her hips, as though expecting something.

“Yeah... yeah sure,” said Harry.

Tim thanked Harry and left. Harry just didn’t want to look at the expression on Hermione’s face, but glimpsed anyway.

“Don’t you say anything, dammit,” Harry said as he pointed at her.

“I wasn’t!” said Hermione, not able to hide a smirk.

Late afternoon the next day, Hermione herself was dreamily wandering about the Hogwarts grounds after her councillor meeting with the secret nurse. She ran into Harry who was sitting on the hillside facing the lake. It was still summer and she took Harry\'s hand and led him away from the Hogwarts castle to the far side of the hill. When they were alone Hermione tapped Harry\'s bracelet, turning him into his cat outfit.

\"What are you doing?\" Harry asked in a panic as he looked around.

\"I want to cuddle my big kitty,\" said Hermione.

Hermione was sure she was alone, but she didn\'t count on Ginny who was still hunting around the lake\'s edge for mad hinky punks.

Harry heard a squeal and went, \"Uh oh.\"

Right out of Hermione\'s grasp he was body tackled and sent to the grass.

Hermione looked to her empty hands, then down at Ginny and Harry and went, \"Hey!\"

\"HARRY! YOU\'RE SO CUUUUUTE! WHEN DID YOU GET THIS MADE?\"

Harry fiddled with his tail as Ginny sat on top of him, \"Uhh... well... it\'s uhh... a Halloween costume I had made at Madam Malkins.\"

\"You\'re dressing like this for Halloween?\" asked Ginny, \"It\'s brilliant!\"

Just as Ginny was making a fuss, Luna and a bunch of Ravenclaw girls who were smoking cigarettes in the woods saw Harry and then swarmed onto him, all making a great commotion over how cute he was.

\"Hey, that\'s my man you\'re all fooling around with there,\" said Hermione.

Hermione was reaching for her wand when Luna admired her, \"Hermione! You\'re soooo lucky to have a boyfriend who\'s willing to dress up like this. I\'d just die if I could get Ron to try the same thing. I\'d jump his bones like a- (gasp) Do you make out with Harry in this? That\'d be so cool!\"

Hermione just turned up her nose and said, \"That\'s for me to know, and for you to wonder about. Now if you don\'t mind.\"

Hermione took Harry\'s hand and pulled him away, handling like an oversized stuffed toy and led him away from the Ravenclaw girls who all went \"Awwwww\". Harry just waved playfully back at them. Several called out to him they will all be looking forward to seeing him at Halloween and said he had a really cute behind.

\"You really like that attention, don\'t you?\" asked Hermione.

\"Oh yeah, I mean, well I..\" Harry stammered, then he played his trump card of looking cute, innocent, and dumb.

\"I\'m going to have to put a leash on that leather collar of yours,\" said Hermione.

\"Toss in some spiked heels and a kinky dominatrix outfit and you\'ve got yourself a date,\" said Harry.

Hermione just couldn\'t stay mad at Harry. She ruffled his hair and held him, remembering what the secret nurse told her during their meeting. She asked Hermione why she thought Harry chose to be a kitten. The answer was known to her for some time, Harry needed to be held. This was his expression of his vulnerability, admitting his wants and needs. The next step to his healing, was getting Harry to understand this and admit it.
After his first Quiddich practice that weekend, Harry insisted on having a party at his house to celebrate the arrival of Hedwig\'s chicks, which just hatched. Luna, Ginny, and Hermione were all fussing over the owl chicks. It reminded Harry what they all thought of his cat suit. It was a truly magical moment, Hedwig\'s mate had four babies. Dumbledore was there and he fawned over the nest, spotting one with a stripe over its right eye. As a gift, Harry insisted Dumbledore could have the hatchling once it was grown and trained, as his own owl.

\"I haven\'t had my own owl for a while now,\" said Dumbledore as he was greatly moved, \"I had a barn owl who lived well beyond his years named Aragorn who passed away just before you began to attend at Hogwarts. I\'ve always used school owls since him. It will be so nice to have a fresh face around the office.\"

Harry asked how long it usually took to train up a newborn owl for delivery. One full year from its date of birth, explained Dumbledore, as his knowledge of it actually came from Hagrid. The party may have fixed on the babies, but Hermione was focused on the mother. Dumbledore seemed to notice something and listened to the mother coo at him for a while.

Dumbledore then looked to Hermione and said, \"If you’re interested, she knows you would like to have her as your owl.\"

\"Really?\" asked Hermione.

\"Yes,\" said Dumbledore, \"She says she is grateful for the food, shelter, and keeping Crookshanks away from her nest. In return for these favours she offers her services as your personal post owl. Her name is Gwynllyn.\"

This is exactly what Hermione was hoping for, and she dropped more owl treats into Gwynllyn\'s mouth, who would chew them up, then regurgitate them to her babies. Hermione would wait patiently until the babies were healthy and out of the nest before she would use Gwynllyn for post.
That night Hermione was having fun playing with Harry as she had him in his cat costume and was wrestling him on the bed. Harry kept waiting for her to do something whenever she got close to his neck, but she always pulled away. It was the first time he really noticed she was avoiding it.

Harry lay underneath his lover and he asked honestly, “Hermione, you don’t bite me anymore, why?”

“I... why? Do you miss it?” asked Hermione.

“Well, it’s just seemed to be something you really enjoyed last summer,” said Harry, “And you do it all the time in Otherworld, is something wrong?”

Hermione didn’t answer and looked away.

“It doesn’t have to do with what happened when we killed Voldemort?” asked Harry.

Hermione tried to put up a front that wasn’t what is was about at all, but Harry knew better.

“Hey! That wasn’t your fault!” said Harry, “That was Voldemort, HIS spell, HIS doing hurt me. You SAVED me, I will never blame you or fear you for what happened.”

“I know, Harry, I... I feel...”

Harry held Hermione’s shoulders and said, “Hey, I like being helpless in your arms. I like being bit by you. When you bit me for the first time, it wasn’t scary, I felt safe. I like being held by you like that. The first time you had your teeth inside my neck, with Madame Pomfrey’s potion there were no side effects at all afterwards.”

“Harry... what did you just say?”

“I said, Madame Pomfrey, when she gave me that potion in the nurse’s ward... I... oh my God. The polyjuice potion.”

“Harry,” said Hermione as she looked deeply and seriously into Harry’s eyes, “You’re not supposed to remember that!”