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Harry Potter AU/AR › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
28
Views:
12,585
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Letting Go
Disclaimer: I do not own anything Harry Potter or otherwise related. Props to J.K. Rowling and her crew...
WARNING! This story contains INCEST!
A/N: Ok, first off, my deepest apologies go out to all of my readers! I didn\'t realize that I hadn\'t explained or mentioned what Harry\'s position is at the Ministry and other things, so here\'s some information I have not included and will hopefully answer some of your questions or confusions:
-Harry is Minister, he does a daily routine at the castle so that he can make sure everything is safe and all for his little Avery. It\'s just an excuse to be close to her and keep an eye on her all the time. And good thing, otherwise that thing with good ol\' Damien would have been way out of whack.
-Harry did NOT know that Avery was being attacked, but was simply making his way down the corridor to catch his daughter after class (of course, by now, he knows her daily schedule of classes and such) and just HAPPENED upon her being attacked by Damien.
I was planning on explaining more of Harry\'s position and answering some of your unanswered questions in the next few chapters, so I\'m sorry for any confusion or anger!! Please forgive me!!
Now you may read, review, and enjoy!
Thank yous at the end!!
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Chapter Four: Letting Go
As Harry arrived at the Ministry, moments after his visit to Hogwarts for his daily “check-ups,” he no doubt had a mile high stack of papers on his desk, and his owl messages were flooding all around the floor of his work area. He pursued in picking up the letters by magic, and allowing them all to straighten themselves and properly lie flat in the corner of his desk.
“Minister,” a thin-looking witch said approaching Harry, “I just received an owl from Headmistress McGonagall, would you like me to add it to your pile?”
Harry groaned and held out his hand.
“Let me read it now.”
As he gently grabbed the contents of the witch’s meek hands, he gestured for her to leave. She gave him a pouting face, but nonetheless, returned to her department.
Harry unfolded the letter, and read:
Harry—
I am unbelievably sorry for what you had to witness today, but all in all, I was extremely glad that you were there. I have, as you have ordered, owled Mr. Malfoy, and he, surprisingly, has accepted his son back home. I am well aware of the new expectations you have set for me and for Hogwarts, and being Headmistress, I am extremely proud to say that the students will be observed much more closely. And also, be aware that I am now going to have monitors put in every corridor so that an incident such as the occurrence today shall remain in the past, and no longer be a worry of the future. I assure you, your daughter is in safe hands. She says hello.
Minerva McGonagall, Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Harry pondered the letter, smiling to himself, knowing that his daughter was indeed safe. He trusted Minerva as Headmistress of the school he once knew as his own home, and trusted in her to keep the school running smoothly and safely. He was in favor of her monitor plan, but realized, without further ado, that he had much work to be done.
--
“Are you sure you’re alright?”
McGonagall had called Avery down to her office, and had been inquiring for the past twenty minutes wanting one hundred percent assurance that Avery was neither hurt nor afraid.
“I’m fine, Professor, really.” Avery’s voice was almost pleading. “If it’s alright with you, Ma’am, I think I’d like to return to class now.”
“I just want to make sure that you’re not harmed in any way or that you feel obligated to get to class, because I know you, dear, and you are a very fine student, very much as your father was.” Avery was growing bored.
“Trust me, I was scared for a moment, but everything’s fine now. I would really like to return to class, Professor. Please?”
“Yes, alright. I suppose I’ve kept you here long enough. Dismissed.” Avery heaved a sigh of relief before grabbing her belongings and making her way out of McGonagall’s headquarters.
As the raven-haired girl pursued getting down the stairs as fast as she could, once she hit the bottom and was on a flat surface, she began to sprint to Herbology when she looked up, just to be knocked down, spilling all the contents of her book-bag all over the cold stone floor.
“Hey baby! Where you running off to in a hurry?”
Avery looked up to see Riley looking down at her, holding out a hand to help her up.
“Oh, it’s just you, thank God!”
“Were you expecting someone else?” He inquired helping her gather her things.
“No, I just, I don’t think I could’ve dealt with it being someone who might have questioned me further about anything that happened. I’ve had enough questioning for one day. I feel like I just got off a trial.” Avery wiped her forehead and felt the sweat on her wrist.
“Well, naturally, I heard about what happened, and I snuck my way out of potions to come down here and make sure that my baby girl was alright,” he replied, stroking her face, and moving a strand of black-silk away from her face.
Avery smiled lightly. “I really appreciate it, Riley.” She leaned over and kissed him. After they broke apart, they finished collecting her books and quills, and then silently headed down the corridor back to their individual classrooms.
--
The clock had just struck seven when Harry had finished going through all the papers. He felt like he had just traveled the world, the way his body collapsed after he realized it was time to go home. He shuffled the unread papers into his briefcase, knowing that even if he took them home, that they would be left unread by morning.
Once he apparated from the streets of London to his living room, Harry felt compelled to fix himself a concoction. He had been through an awful lot from trying to help the devastation of the ‘Teenage Wizard Crisis” in Florence to keeping his thoughts clear of anything having to do with a certain Avery Potter.
Harry had filled his glass and emptied it all within five seconds time. He poured himself a second glass when he noticed Hedwig perched on the kitchen counter staring at him with her beautiful golden eyes. He made his way over to her, seeing that there was a letter attached to her leg.
“Hey girl.” Harry patted her silky white feathers, and she pecked his finger in affection before taking flight through the open window into the night. Harry unrolled the letter, and after observing the handwriting, he found his stomach tying slowly into a knot.
--
His hands had been rubbing her thighs, back and shoulders while she kissed him, and she realized halfway through the make-out, that she needed to break it off. It was no use pretending that she still was attracted to him the way she first was. He no longer swept her off her feet, nor did she want to lie to him anymore, in fear of him wanting more. She pulled away.
“Riley,” she stammered, looking down at the comforter, “this isn’t working out for me.” She could see the quizzical look in his eyes and said again. “I mean, I think that we should take a break.” He understood.
“What?! But I thought you were totally into me!” He exclaimed, taking his hands off her body. That had been a relief.
“Look, you and I,” she began, and then closed her mouth. She started again. “You and I are two very different people, and I’m not the same girl that I was when I first started dating you. I just, I don’t feel a connection between us anymore, and I’m just too deep in my studies to really have time for you. I’m sorry. This is just how it has to be.” She looked up into his eyes seeing that she had stung him, yet when he spoke, his voice was calm.
“Look, Av, I love you. If things between us have changed, well, then that only means that they will change again. I accept your terms of breaking it off, but I want you to know, that I’m going to be here if you ever want to take me back.” His words were heartfelt, she could tell. She laid a hand and rested it on his shoulder.
“You have no idea how much it means to me for you to understand,” she spoke softly. He smiled at her, and she smiled at him, retrieving her hand slowly.
“I’m tired, I’ll talk to you in the morning,” she said hinting that it was time for him to leave her dormitory. He nodded and before he headed for the door, he leaned in and kissed her cheek.
“You’ll always be my baby girl,” he said. Avery couldn’t help but notice that the image of her father crept into her mind as he had muttered ‘baby girl’ and when he walked out the door, all she could picture in her mind was Harry.
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A/N: Ooo, I love this fic! Makes me so excited!
WARNING! This story contains INCEST!
A/N: Ok, first off, my deepest apologies go out to all of my readers! I didn\'t realize that I hadn\'t explained or mentioned what Harry\'s position is at the Ministry and other things, so here\'s some information I have not included and will hopefully answer some of your questions or confusions:
-Harry is Minister, he does a daily routine at the castle so that he can make sure everything is safe and all for his little Avery. It\'s just an excuse to be close to her and keep an eye on her all the time. And good thing, otherwise that thing with good ol\' Damien would have been way out of whack.
-Harry did NOT know that Avery was being attacked, but was simply making his way down the corridor to catch his daughter after class (of course, by now, he knows her daily schedule of classes and such) and just HAPPENED upon her being attacked by Damien.
I was planning on explaining more of Harry\'s position and answering some of your unanswered questions in the next few chapters, so I\'m sorry for any confusion or anger!! Please forgive me!!
Now you may read, review, and enjoy!
Thank yous at the end!!
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Chapter Four: Letting Go
As Harry arrived at the Ministry, moments after his visit to Hogwarts for his daily “check-ups,” he no doubt had a mile high stack of papers on his desk, and his owl messages were flooding all around the floor of his work area. He pursued in picking up the letters by magic, and allowing them all to straighten themselves and properly lie flat in the corner of his desk.
“Minister,” a thin-looking witch said approaching Harry, “I just received an owl from Headmistress McGonagall, would you like me to add it to your pile?”
Harry groaned and held out his hand.
“Let me read it now.”
As he gently grabbed the contents of the witch’s meek hands, he gestured for her to leave. She gave him a pouting face, but nonetheless, returned to her department.
Harry unfolded the letter, and read:
Harry—
I am unbelievably sorry for what you had to witness today, but all in all, I was extremely glad that you were there. I have, as you have ordered, owled Mr. Malfoy, and he, surprisingly, has accepted his son back home. I am well aware of the new expectations you have set for me and for Hogwarts, and being Headmistress, I am extremely proud to say that the students will be observed much more closely. And also, be aware that I am now going to have monitors put in every corridor so that an incident such as the occurrence today shall remain in the past, and no longer be a worry of the future. I assure you, your daughter is in safe hands. She says hello.
Minerva McGonagall, Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Harry pondered the letter, smiling to himself, knowing that his daughter was indeed safe. He trusted Minerva as Headmistress of the school he once knew as his own home, and trusted in her to keep the school running smoothly and safely. He was in favor of her monitor plan, but realized, without further ado, that he had much work to be done.
--
“Are you sure you’re alright?”
McGonagall had called Avery down to her office, and had been inquiring for the past twenty minutes wanting one hundred percent assurance that Avery was neither hurt nor afraid.
“I’m fine, Professor, really.” Avery’s voice was almost pleading. “If it’s alright with you, Ma’am, I think I’d like to return to class now.”
“I just want to make sure that you’re not harmed in any way or that you feel obligated to get to class, because I know you, dear, and you are a very fine student, very much as your father was.” Avery was growing bored.
“Trust me, I was scared for a moment, but everything’s fine now. I would really like to return to class, Professor. Please?”
“Yes, alright. I suppose I’ve kept you here long enough. Dismissed.” Avery heaved a sigh of relief before grabbing her belongings and making her way out of McGonagall’s headquarters.
As the raven-haired girl pursued getting down the stairs as fast as she could, once she hit the bottom and was on a flat surface, she began to sprint to Herbology when she looked up, just to be knocked down, spilling all the contents of her book-bag all over the cold stone floor.
“Hey baby! Where you running off to in a hurry?”
Avery looked up to see Riley looking down at her, holding out a hand to help her up.
“Oh, it’s just you, thank God!”
“Were you expecting someone else?” He inquired helping her gather her things.
“No, I just, I don’t think I could’ve dealt with it being someone who might have questioned me further about anything that happened. I’ve had enough questioning for one day. I feel like I just got off a trial.” Avery wiped her forehead and felt the sweat on her wrist.
“Well, naturally, I heard about what happened, and I snuck my way out of potions to come down here and make sure that my baby girl was alright,” he replied, stroking her face, and moving a strand of black-silk away from her face.
Avery smiled lightly. “I really appreciate it, Riley.” She leaned over and kissed him. After they broke apart, they finished collecting her books and quills, and then silently headed down the corridor back to their individual classrooms.
--
The clock had just struck seven when Harry had finished going through all the papers. He felt like he had just traveled the world, the way his body collapsed after he realized it was time to go home. He shuffled the unread papers into his briefcase, knowing that even if he took them home, that they would be left unread by morning.
Once he apparated from the streets of London to his living room, Harry felt compelled to fix himself a concoction. He had been through an awful lot from trying to help the devastation of the ‘Teenage Wizard Crisis” in Florence to keeping his thoughts clear of anything having to do with a certain Avery Potter.
Harry had filled his glass and emptied it all within five seconds time. He poured himself a second glass when he noticed Hedwig perched on the kitchen counter staring at him with her beautiful golden eyes. He made his way over to her, seeing that there was a letter attached to her leg.
“Hey girl.” Harry patted her silky white feathers, and she pecked his finger in affection before taking flight through the open window into the night. Harry unrolled the letter, and after observing the handwriting, he found his stomach tying slowly into a knot.
--
His hands had been rubbing her thighs, back and shoulders while she kissed him, and she realized halfway through the make-out, that she needed to break it off. It was no use pretending that she still was attracted to him the way she first was. He no longer swept her off her feet, nor did she want to lie to him anymore, in fear of him wanting more. She pulled away.
“Riley,” she stammered, looking down at the comforter, “this isn’t working out for me.” She could see the quizzical look in his eyes and said again. “I mean, I think that we should take a break.” He understood.
“What?! But I thought you were totally into me!” He exclaimed, taking his hands off her body. That had been a relief.
“Look, you and I,” she began, and then closed her mouth. She started again. “You and I are two very different people, and I’m not the same girl that I was when I first started dating you. I just, I don’t feel a connection between us anymore, and I’m just too deep in my studies to really have time for you. I’m sorry. This is just how it has to be.” She looked up into his eyes seeing that she had stung him, yet when he spoke, his voice was calm.
“Look, Av, I love you. If things between us have changed, well, then that only means that they will change again. I accept your terms of breaking it off, but I want you to know, that I’m going to be here if you ever want to take me back.” His words were heartfelt, she could tell. She laid a hand and rested it on his shoulder.
“You have no idea how much it means to me for you to understand,” she spoke softly. He smiled at her, and she smiled at him, retrieving her hand slowly.
“I’m tired, I’ll talk to you in the morning,” she said hinting that it was time for him to leave her dormitory. He nodded and before he headed for the door, he leaned in and kissed her cheek.
“You’ll always be my baby girl,” he said. Avery couldn’t help but notice that the image of her father crept into her mind as he had muttered ‘baby girl’ and when he walked out the door, all she could picture in her mind was Harry.
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A/N: Ooo, I love this fic! Makes me so excited!