The Eraser

Author- Dreamfall
Story- The Eraser
Authors note- hey, this chapter will be in Harry’s POV. I’m planning to have my chapters alternate between the two of them. These first few chapters have been exposition, I promise more will happen in upcoming chapters and hopefully they’ll be longer. Thanks for the reviews.- Dreamfall.

Ch. 3- James Black
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Harry was tired. He’d been up till four in the morning tying up some loose ends at work only to wake at ten and do it all again. Now it was eight o’clock and all he wanted was to drink his butter beer, go home, and sleep, but he couldn’t. He sighed a piteous sigh, and watched Hermione continue her frantic rant. He was nodding absently, hoping she’d stop soon, but it didn’t seem likely.

“I just don’t understand harry. It’s been four years since you quit the Auror program. I thought you were just going through a phase, that you just needed time to live your life your way, or something. But Harry, you’re still working in the war restoration department, slaving away at some desk and pushing papers. The Harry Potter I know wouldn’t be happy with that. What has happened Harry? You used to rave about being an Auror, your face lit up and you got this cheesy grin. What changed?”

Harry took another sip of his beer, praying to whatever deity would listen to give him patience.

“I like to think I’m making a difference Hermione. You say I sit at a desk and ‘push papers’, but I do so much more than that. I help people the only way I can. I’m doing what makes me happy Mione. Why can’t you be happy for me?”

Hermione pursed her lips, her hazel eyes full of concern. Ron, who was sitting next to her in the shabby pub’s booth, put his hand on her shoulder, “give us some credit mate. We care a bout you. That’s why we just want to make sure you’re happy. If this is really what makes you happy, we’re with you, right Mione?”

Hermione slung his hand off, a frown on her face. “I would be if I really thought Harry was happy. But I’m worried for you Harry. If it’s not your job, it’s something else. You’re drifting away from us Harry. You don’t come around like you used to and you’re always so troubled. We love you Harry, that’s why we’re worried. You’re like a shadow of your old self. Is it the war? Are you… still having nightmares?” she reached across the table and grasped his hand. “We’re here for you Harry. Just let us in.”

Harry sighed, “I know Hermione, and maybe one day it’ll be different, but not now. Look, I called you guys here to tell you something, I’m leaving England.”

Hermione’s eyes got large, her breath leaving her in a gasp. Ron was equally shocked, but recovered quicker. “Why mate? Where are you going to go?”

Harry reached across the table, taking one of each of their hands. “I know it’s not much of a consolation, but you’re right about one thing Mione, I’m tired of life here. I hate being constantly put in the paper, stalked, and slandered. I’m just tired of being the boy-who-lived. I’m going on a sort of business trip to the continent. And,” he looked at both of them. “I don’t expect I’ll be returning anytime soon.”

Hermione studied Harry, her eyes questioning him and this sudden change. Ron was not so reserved. “What’s brought this on? Come on, it can’t be all that bad, it’ll cool down soon.”

“When Ron? It’s been five years and I’m still front page news every time I step outside. I’m just tired mate. I hope you can understand.”

Ron continued to sputter, arguing with Harry have heartedly. Hermione finally cast a silencing spell on him, turning to Harry.

“Are you certain this is what you want to do Harry?”

“I am Mione. More than I’ve ever been of anything in my life.”

She nodded, noting the determined set of his jaw. She removed the spell from Ron, “then here’s to your safe trip.” She lifted up her glass, glaring at Ron till he followed her example.

Ron, sipped his drink, putting it down with a sigh, “yea, safe trip Harry. But you better not forget about us. Don’t you dare forget to write.”

Harry laughed, promising to write regularly. He was relieved they accepted his story; he hadn’t been prepared for if they questioned him too much.
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Harry forced a smile as Ron and Hermione waved goodbye and stepped into the floo to head home to their small flat. He kept a reserved smile on his face, keeping up the façade that was Harry Potter the carefree hero. People want to see what they expect. It keeps them compliant. So Harry gave them what they wanted. The wizarding world wanted to see a happy hero, kissing babies and working in a respectable ministry position, helping to make the world a better place. Ron and Hermione were trickier, but he had long ago perfected the act of a troubled young man, unsure of what he wanted. So Harry played them like a finely tuned instrument,pulling on his masks as easily as one would pull on their favorite jumper. No one knew the real Harry Potter, except for a select few and he liked it that way. No connections, no complications. He was free to live his life the way he wanted.

Harry was brought out of his musings by the vibrations of his cell phone, magically altered to work in magical places.

“James Black here.”

“Black, what’s the progress report on the Blake case?”

Harry quickly cast a notice-me-not and silencing spells in quick succession. “all preparations have been made, I will arrive in St. Louis around eleven tomorrow evening sir.”

“Good. And you are up to date on your orders?”

“About that Kings, I’m requesting a period of judgment for the St. Louis kiss. I believe there may be answers there to questions we’ve had for months.”

There was an eerie silence on the other end, then “Granted, you have three days.” And the call ended.

Harry grinned. Everything was working out just as planned. It had been five years since the war. After, the wizarding world was in chaos, not that they’d admit it. Harry and Ron had joined the Auror program at 18. Ron did splendidly, quickly rising in class ranks to the top. But Harry faltered. The rules, the regulations, and the bane on all dark spells never sitting well with him. He found himself more and more obsessed with the dark arts, studying them, learning them, and even practicing them. He began to despise the system that held him back.

It was after the use of a particularly dark spell in a field training simulation that Harry had been yanked out of class and placed in an office, thinking he was being kicked out and not entirely sad about that. Instead, Kingsley Shaklebolt walked in with a proposition.

Kingsley told him about an elite team of wizards that Kingsley himself was in charge of. He called them The Berserkers. He told Harry about the special crimes and torture being committed in England by wizards, vampires, and Were animals that normal Aurors couldn’t handle. He told him about how the ministry of magic was giving this group permission to use any and all methods to eliminate the threat; they wanted the cases to be erased. They were given the Ministers seal and were sent out to do the ministries dirty work. And Harry was in love.

At once, all record of his illegal spell use was mysteriously lost and a position in the fabricated Department of War Restoration was given to him. So Harry Potter disappeared into the depths of the ministry as James Black was born.

For three years Harry was in Heaven. Doing whatever he wanted and hunting the deadliest creatures on Earth. He felt completely at peace. That is, until he met those who had felt the bite of these monsters.

Back then there were five of them. He had found them after he and a team of other Berserkers had taken out the insane master of the city of London. The old master had kept them in a dungeon, starving, afraid, and tortured. Later he found out they were a collection of muggles, witches and wizards that had been turned into were animals in the war that the kiss had been collecting and playing with.

Harry didn’t know what had spurred him to do what he did next, maybe insanity, but he took them with him. He brought them to Grimwald place and over the last year he had added to that number, finding more and more that were so deeply wounded by Voldemorts schemes.

Now there were twelve of them and they were fading. They needed more than a crapped house in muggle London and an insane caretaker like Harry. Then the job for Anita showed up, and he knew what needed to be done.
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Harry had just stepped into the foyer of Grimwald place and taken off his cloak when he heard screaming coming from upstairs. He dropped his cloak, pulling his wand out of it’s arm Hollister as he climbed the stair with quick precision.
He had just opened the door, the incantation for a binding spell on the tip of his tongue when he saw Millie sprawled out on her little pink bed, Luna mercilessly tickling her.

He sighed a sigh of relief, taking in the eight year olds pink face, her golden brown curls were damp from her bath and spread all over her pillow. Her screams had turned to gasping giggles as Luna stopped her attack to smile at Harry. The little girl turned her bright purple kitty-cat eyes to Harry, gap toothed smile lighting up her face.

“Harry’s home!” she jumped up off her bed, her pink nightgown twisting around her legs as she crawled over to him with movements more animal that human.

Harry grinned a true grin at her, picking her up and twirling her around. “Hello my Millie. And what are you doing up this late?” he let her down and she snuggled into his side. She stood at just less than four feet, her head fitting against his stomach.

“I wanted to see my Harry when he got home.” She pouted her sweet little lips at him and he could help but chuckle at her antics.

“Well I’m home now. So that means bed. Now.” He lifted her up and placed her in the bed, pulling her comforter up to her chin and tucking her in. after placing a kiss on her forehead, her cast a nox and turned from the dark room with Luna behind him.

Harry raised an amused eyebrow at Luna. Luna smiled her serene smile at him, “she wouldn’t go to sleep so I told her the Narfunkles would get her. I was just show her how they punish little girls that don’t go to bed when they’re told.”

Harry chuckled lightly at Luna, “ah, of course, how could I forget. How is everyone? All packed for tomorrow?”

“Yes, just about every one is packed. Susan and Angelina have gone to there parents, to say good bye. And Jonathon and Casey are working on packing the living room up. We’re all ready to go.”

Harry nodded, “and how’s he doing?” he started down the hallway towards Sirius’ old room, Luna not far behind him.

“He’s better. We almost lost him there for a moment, but we got him to change and most of the injuries are healed. He’s awake now, Moira’s with him. But Harry,” she stopped him. “He wont change back. We don’t know why. He should have changed back now. It’s not normal for us to stay in our forms for this long without someone forcing us. If he stays like that any longer, there may be side affects.”

Her hand automatically went to her face, tracing over the iridescent blue/green scales that lined the outside of her face and were sprinkled on her checks like strange freckles. Her blue/ green eyes so sad, their beauty mesmerizing as the snake slit iris that graced them, a tribute to her animal. Luna was one of the Weres Harry had found in the Master of London’s dungeon. She, Millie, and three others had been captured and kept in animal form for the amusement of the vampire.

Harry tenderly stroked Luna’s cheek and its sprinkling of scales. She had endeared the worst of the torture, trying to save the younger ones. He brushed her blond curls behind her ear and kissed her cheek.

“I’ll get him to change back.”

Luna smiled at him, “don’t forget to check him for Borlacks, they cause confoundedness.”

Harry smiled at her, “I will Luna. Go get some sleep love.” And he entered the room.

Moira, an older woman in her late forties who reminded him of Madame Pomfrey, came bustling up to him. Her salt and pepper streaked brown hair was askew and her light blue eyes relieved to see him.

“Thank Marlin you’re here.” She smoothed her hands down her dress, ridding it of non-existent wrinkles. “He want listen to me, but you have to get him to change back. He’ll hurt himself if he stays like this.”

Harry nodded to her, “you can go Moira, I can handle his royal highness over here.”

Moira nodded to him, quickly leaving the room, shutting the door behind her, leaving Harry alone in the room with a rather large lion lounging on the bed. Harry faced the giant white lion, looking it directly in the eye until it looked away with a huff.

“You should be ashamed of your self.” Said Harry leaning against the door. “You’re causing more problems than you’re solving. Do you think you can avoid a conversation with me by staying in this form?”

The lion rolled it eyes, but its shoulders slumped in a way that told Harry he was spot on.

Harry pushed off the door, walking to the end of the bad, crossing his arms. “You will change back now.” The authority in his voice cowed the lion, but he resisted and growled back at Harry. “I SAID NOW!” yelled Harry, staring the lion right in the eye, forcing his mind into the lions and forcing the change back.

The lion roared as its change was ripped from him, his bones snapping and popping. The clear goop that came for the change flowing over his form and onto the bed. After five minutes of this fascinating, but sickening change, all that lay there was the panting figure of a young man.

Harry sighed and walked over to the side of the bed, cleaning the goop with a quick cleaning spell. He glanced down at the man, noticing he had fallen into a deep sleep. He ran a hand from the small of the man’s back up to his baby soft white blond hair which was a tasseled mess.

“Why do you always have to fight me you wanker?” Harry tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear, away from his aristocratic face and kissed the man on the forehead. “When are you going to admit you belong to me?”

Then Harry striped down to his boxers, climbing into the bed with the sleeping Were, and Harry Potter, Savior of the Wizarding world, snuggled close, and went sleep with Draco Malfoy.
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Thank you for reading! I hope you like this. Harry is dark in this story, but not evil, just not good. He’s still human, I hope I didn’t get anyone’s hopes up, but this is a normal/wizard Harry story. I’ll be pulling in some new characters, but not all the Weres Harry’s helping will be named or described, it’d be far too crazy if I tried to do that. Luna, Millie, and Moira are characters that you will see a lot of. Let me know what you think!