What a Witch Needs

Hello everyone! Thank you to all for your wonderful reviews! Here is the ‘real’ chapter 50! That little stunt someone pulled on this story a few days ago was not me. I was hacked. Hopefully, it won’t happen again as I know it caused some disappointment for those who were expecting a chapter. Here’s the real deal, so enjoy!

This story was beta’d by gardengirlgarden and Narcissa Black. Thank you both so much!

Disclaimer: I can claim no ownerships of the characters or places used in the fiction.




Emotions Run High

Harry headed towards the Slytherin dungeons, determined to find his lovers and spend time in the comfort of their arms after all that had happened during the day. He was exhausted, utterly spent. First the meeting at headquarters, then talking to Sirius’ portrait, discovering that his uncle was dead and his aunt in St. Mungo’s, dealing with Dudley and Death Eaters – it was all too much! He didn’t want to deal with anything else tonight. He had met Bill and Dudley in Dumbledore’s office a short while ago and, ignoring Dudley’s fearful whimpering about the talking portraits surrounding him, made sure his cousin was settled in one of the guest rooms.

“Don’t leave me, Harry!” Dudley had pleaded when Harry turned to leave the room. “Those portraits will get me!”

Harry had sighed, irritated. “They can’t step out of their frames, Dudley. This isn’t some horror movie. Just ignore them and go to bed. I’ll come back in the morning for you.”

“But…” Dudley said with wide eyes looking around, “they are watching me. How can I sleep?”

Dumbledore had anticipated that Dudley would not be able to sleep on his own after such a day, even without the added stress of the portraits and strange surroundings. He had Professor Snape send up a sleeping draught for the boy, which was now sitting on a dresser.

“Look, Dudley,” Harry said, picking up the draught. “This will help you sleep. Drink it and you won’t worry about anything.”

“You’re trying to poison me, aren’t you?” Dudley snapped, sending an angry look towards Harry and the bottle he was holding.

“Oh for crying out loud,” Harry said, rolling his eyes. “If I wanted you dead, I would have taken you out back of that pub and put the killing curse on you. Believe it or not, I do want to help you, Dudley. We are still…well… family.”

“I’m not drinking that stuff!” Dudley declared, crossing his arms defiantly.

“Yes… you… are,” Harry answered, emphasizing each word. “Imperio.”

“What did you say?” Dudley asked, not understanding the word Harry just uttered.
“Drink the potion, Dudley,” Harry answered.

Dudley’s hand reached out and grabbed the bottle from Harry. Pulling off the stopper, he drank it down in a few gulps and handed the bottle to Harry.

“Now lie down on that bed and go to sleep,” Harry said.

Dudley turned and got onto the bed, immediately shutting his eyes.

On his way out the door, Harry spoke to the portraits in the room. “Find somewhere else to sleep tonight. I don’t want you frightening him when he wakes up.” Then he looked towards Dudley’s sleeping form and said, “Finite Incantatem.”

Now Harry was standing outside of the Slytherin dungeons, looking at the portrait guarding the door. “Let me in,” Harry said.

“What’s the password?”

“Here’s the password,” Harry growled. “Let me in or I’ll suck this fucking door off its hinges again and send it down the hall with you on it.”

“No need to get violent, young man,” the portrait sneered. “Fine! I’ll let you pass, but just remember, if you’re up to no good I’ll go straight to Professor Snape.”

“You do that,” Harry said, stepping through the entrance as it opened. Some of the younger students were still up, socializing in the common room. They looked up at him in surprise and a bit of fear.

“Where are Hermione and Draco?” Harry asked.

The confused faces looked at each other for the answer. One boy said, “I think they went to the Downstairs Room, my Lord.” He pointed his finger towards a hall that went under the stairs.

Harry went down the hall and then down a set of stairs. The room was dark below so he lit his wand and looked about.

“Hey! Put out that light!” someone hollered. Harry could see naked bodies in various areas of the room, which amused him more than anything. There was no way he was going to put out the light!

“Damn it!” a boy said, lifting himself off another body on a sofa. “I said, turn that…”

Harry came face to face with a very naked Blaise Zabini. He looked at Blaise with a smirk on his face.

“Oh, it’s you, my Lord,” Blaise stammered. “Did you need something?”

Harry could hear everyone scrambling around in the dark. It seemed that his arrival was causing everyone to act as if their parents had just walked in.

“I was looking for…” Harry began but stopped short as his eyes caught the sight of someone familiar lying naked on the sofa. “Cho?” Harry said, surprised. “What… are you doing here?”

Cho grabbed at a shirt and pulled it over her breasts, snarling at Harry angrily. “What does it look like I’m doing?!”

From out of nowhere, Theodore Nott appeared and yanked Cho into a sitting position. “Don’t you dare talk to Lord Potter like that!” Theodore snapped, shaking her arm sharply.

Cho pulled her arm away from Theo. “He’s not my Lord!” she stated, harshly.

Harry stared at her in surprise. He had always thought of Cho as innocent and virginal. Seeing her like this had completely thrown him off. Harry looked at Blaise and said, “Are you two seeing each other?”

Before Blaise could answer, Cho said, “No, we are just fucking! I’ve discovered how much I like fucking, Harry. Too bad you didn’t stay with me long enough to find out!”

Theodore slapped Cho on the face and yelled, “Shut up!” Cho cried out in surprise and lunged for Theo, trying to claw at his face. Blaise grabbed her shoulders and pulled her back, pinning her against the back of the sofa.

“I’m sorry, my Lord,” Blaise said, holding the squirming girl down. “She has no manners. She begged us to bring her here today and Theo and I gave in.”

Theodore grabbed the shirt that Cho had used to cover her body and pulled it away. “Here, my Lord, you can have the girl if you wish. We’ll hold her for you,” Theodore said, grabbing at Cho’s ankles.

Cho screamed and struggled harder.

“Let go of her,” Harry said. The two boys reluctantly released her. She grabbed the shirt back once again and held it over her breasts and she sobbed. Harry glared at Theodore and said, “Don’t ever offer me sex again. I don’t force myself on anyone and I better not hear that any of my followers do it.”

“I’m sorry, my Lord,” Theo apologized, looking shamefaced at the ground.

Harry looked back to Cho and said, “You don’t belong here. You’ll be devoured by dark magic, magic you’re not able to handle.”

“Oh?” Cho cried. “And I suppose your little girlfriend belongs here? Do you know that she’s fucking Draco Malfoy? Do you?”

“Yes, I know it,” Harry said, calmly. So this was where the anger came from. She was jealous and hurt that Harry had chosen to be with Hermione over her. Now he understood what was fueling Cho’s rebellion.

Cho looked incredulous. “Don’t you even care?” She let out a little laugh of disbelief. “I don’t believe it!”

“That’s more proof that you shouldn’t be here,” Harry said. “You don’t understand anything that doesn’t fit your picture of what’s right. Get out of here, Cho. Stick with the light wizards.”

Cho pulled on her clothing, weeping and mumbling, “I hate you, Harry. I hate you.”

Harry ignored her and looked at Blaise. “Have you seen Hermione and Draco?”

“They were here a while ago, but they left. You might look in Draco’s bed, my Lord,” Blaise answered.

Harry nodded and glanced one more time at Cho saying, “I don’t ever want to see her in Slytherin again.”

“Yes, my Lord,” Blaise said, watching Harry turn and leave.


Harry headed up to Draco’s room and opened the door. Sure enough, they were cuddled up together asleep on the bed. He grinned fondly at the sweet picture they made and removed his own clothing after locking the door to the room. Crawling up the foot of the bed, he lowered his body on top of both of theirs, nuzzling his head under their embrace so that he could be a part of it.

Hermione awoke and noticed Harry there, giving him a soft kiss on his forehead. “Where’s Dudley?” she whispered.

“Guest quarters,” Harry answered, “for now.”

“Why didn’t you send him home?” she asked.

“They attacked there too,” Harry answered, shutting his eyes and trying to get comfortable. “Uncle Vernon’s dead and Aunt Petunia… well… she might as well be.”

Hermione gasped, making Draco mumble in his sleep. “Oh, Harry, I’m so sorry. I know they were… well… difficult people, but… oh Gods, that’s awful. Poor Dudley, what is he going to do now? Are there other relatives he can live with?”

“Only Aunt Marge,” Harry answered, sleepily. “And as much as I’d love for a Death Eater to show up on her doorstep, it wouldn’t save Dudley to stick him with her. No, he needs somewhere magically secure.”

“What do you have in mind?” Hermione asked.

“Not sure, yet. I’ll figure it out tomorrow,” Harry said with a yawn. He stretched forward and kissed her deeply. Then he kissed Draco’s head and laid his own back down in the warm tangle of bodies.

OOOO

The next morning, Harry awoke to Hermione’s frantic pushing on his arm. He opened his eyes and noticed that it was morning and that Draco was no longer in the bed. He also realized that he had locked Draco’s roommates out of their own room all night and he wondered how they felt about it.

“Harry, wake up,” Hermione urged. "We need to go back to Gryffindor and get dressed. You’re having your first drill today, remember?”

“Yeah, all right,” he said, “but first I need this…” He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her in closer for a good-morning kiss. “I’ve missed you two,” Harry said, breaking the kiss. “Where’s Draco?”

“In the shower, like you should be,” she reminded. “Come on.”

“Great idea,” Harry smiled.

“No, I don’t mean that!” Hermione laughed, pulling on her clothing. “We don’t have time for that. I meant we need to get cleaned up and ready back at our own rooms.”

“That’s no fun,” Harry frowned, playfully.

“Yes, well, life isn’t always fun and games,” she answered, tartly.

“It should be,” Harry sighed, sitting up. “You go ahead. I’m going to see Draco for a bit.”

Hermione looked at him suspiciously. “Don’t get carried away!” she warned, shaking a finger at him as she left the room.

Harry let out a laugh and made his way to the bathroom, a large cloud of steam hitting him as he opened the door. When the steam cleared a bit, he made his way to the shower with a grin. Draco had no idea he was there. His blonde head was under the shower spray, rinsing the last bit of shampoo out. Harry stepped into the shower and pushed Draco’s body up against the cold stone walls of the shower, pressing himself firmly against the sexy Slytherin.

Draco gasped in surprise, wiping the water from his eyes as Harry’s lips came crashing down onto his. He could feel the brunette’s erection pressing onto his stomach and his own body automatically reacted to the hot sensations assaulting him. Draco slipped his arms about Harry and pulled him even tighter against his body as they deepened the kiss.

Harry’s mouth began to travel down Draco’s neck and chest until he dropped to his knees, arms about Draco’s waist, licking a path towards a rapidly growing erection. “Fuck, I’ve missed you,” Harry mumbled against his skin.

Draco, who was panting with desire, his head pressed back against the wall behind him and his hands tangled in Harry’s hair, finally came to his senses when Harry spoke. He remembered that he was miffed at Harry and he wasn’t planning on letting Harry off so easy. But, oh Gods, Harry’s mouth covered his cock and his hands were moving over his arse, pressing him even deeper into Harry’s throat. When the fuck did Harry get so good at that?

Draco wanted to talk to Harry; he had things to say, but… Merlin… what the fuck? Harry’s mouth felt so fucking fantastic, the castle could be falling down around their heads and he wouldn’t care, as long as Harry didn’t stop. His hands grasped Harry’s hair and his hips lifted off the wall, fucking Harry’s mouth even harder. “Oh, fuck! Fuck!” Draco exclaimed, as the exquisite build up in his loins finally reached its pinnacle. He held Harry’s head still as he shot his cum into his mouth, enjoying how Harry swallowed and licked him clean.

Then Harry stood and rinsed himself under the spray of the shower as Draco panted and looked at Harry in confusion after that terrific blow job. When Harry stepped towards him, shaking his head to get the water out of his eyes, Draco stepped to the side before Harry could embrace him again. Harry looked at him, questioningly. “Where are you going? We’re not exactly done here,” Harry said, glancing at his own straining erection.

Draco stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around his waist. “Is that all I am to you, a fuck toy?” he said, irritably.

Harry looked at him in surprise. “What? What are you talking about?” Harry shut off the water and grabbed a towel as well, his erection already shrinking at Draco’s rejection. “Why would you say that?”

“Because that’s how I feel,” Draco answered. “You’re hardly around anymore and when I do see you, all you want is sex.”

Harry sighed heavily and pushed past Draco, heading out of the bathroom. “I don’t need this shit!” Harry said, angrily. He spun around and glared at Draco. “Do you know how fucking busy I’ve been with all this army crap besides all the school stuff? You think I’d rather be out there running myself into the ground than be with you and Hermione? I hate being away from you this much! And now, when I finally have a little time to be with you, you’re going to be putting all this other crap on me too? You two are the only thing in my life that I look forward to; you’re what matters most to me.”

Draco looked at the ground, feeling a bit guilty at what he had said. It really wasn’t what he meant to say, not really. But since anything he would say at this point would make him sound like a whiny baby, why not say what was really bothering him?

“Why, Harry?” Draco asked softly.

Harry gave another frustrated sigh. “Why, what?” he snapped.

“You know I’m good with the Dark Arts, I’m a Malfoy after all,” Draco said. “I may not be as powerful as you, but I think I’m one of the more powerful wizards around. So why didn’t you make me one of the captains?”

Harry studied Draco’s face for a moment. So this was what Draco was truly upset about. His anger left him as his voice took on a more normal pitch, “I thought that was obvious.”

“I can fight as good as I can fuck,” Draco stated boldly, even more offended.

Harry took a few steps towards him. “Is that what this is all about? You have it in your head that I think you’re not powerful enough to be a captain? Come here,” Harry said, grabbing Draco by the shoulders and trying to embrace him.

Draco shook Harry’s hands off and stepped away. “No, Harry. I want to know why you didn’t choose me. I’m a natural born leader, I would have been perfect.”

“I know that,” Harry said. “But how can I send you off with your own troop when I need you by my side?”

Draco’s hard expression softened a bit and he said, “What? Like your second?”

“Remember what we learned in the Hall of Portraits at Marlston?” Harry said. “It’s the power of the triad that’s stronger than any other. I need you and Hermione by my side if I am to be the victor in this war. I thought you knew that.”

Draco ran a hand through his wet hair and blew a long breath out. “I should have remembered that, but I didn’t. I’m sorry, Harry. I’ve missed you, too. I’ll try not to be such a complaining wanker.” He looked into Harry’s eyes and said, “Do you really need me by your side?”

Harry smiled and stepped close to Draco again, wrapping his arms about him. “Right now I need you in front of me,” he grinned, slipping his hands to Draco’s waist and pulling off the towel.

Draco groaned and responded by discarding Harry’s towel. Hands, lips and tongues were everywhere as the two young men wildly explored each other’s bodies with abandon, growing more and more frantic with need. Draco pushed Harry down onto his bed and followed his fall with his own body as they continued caressing, biting and licking at all the sensitive areas of their necks, shoulders and chests. Their cocks were rapidly growing hard again as they rubbed on each other with hot, damp bodies fresh from the shower.

“How much have you missed me?” Harry panted.

Draco lifted his head from Harry’s chest and grinned. “Let me show you.” His hand slipped up Harry’s leg and grasped his hard, hot cock, making Harry moan and lay back onto the bed in anticipation. He began moving his hand as he kissed and licked his way down Harry’s abdomen. “I’m going to fuck you hard, Harry.”

Harry could only nod as the wet delicious heat of Draco’s mouth surrounded his glistening member. His hands pulled at the blonde hair as his hips lifted off the bed, trying to fuck Draco’s mouth. “Yes… suck me… fuck me… I want it all,” Harry groaned. Draco responded by grasping Harry’s hips and deep-throating Harry’s large cock with abandon, causing Harry to groan louder and jolt in ecstasy when he exploded into Draco’s mouth. “Oh fuck… yes,” Harry moaned, pumping all his seed into the willing mouth of his lover.

Draco sat up and smirked, loving the look on Harry’s post-orgasmic face. “Now it’s time for MY fun,” Draco said. “Turn over.”

“Use lube, all right?” Harry said, as he flipped over onto his stomach. “I don’t want do the training with a funny walk today.”

“Sure thing,” Draco said, reaching over towards his nightstand for his jar of lubricant. He generously applied some to himself and then stuck a fingerfull up Harry’s rear, working it in and making Harry moan in the process. Draco took his pillow and shoved it underneath Harry’s hips, propping him up a bit.

He leaned over Harry’s back and pulled Harry’s head up with his fist in his hair, kissing him deeply as he rubbed his hard cock between Harry’s ass cheeks. “Only I get to fuck you like this,” Draco whispered when their lips parted.

“Only you,” Harry whispered back, shutting his eyes and letting his head fall onto the bed as Draco’s cock pressed into him. “Fuck…” He felt the full stretching sensation of being fucked up the ass and released a breath to relax. This was good. Usually the boys were a bit rougher when Hermione wasn’t with them, but this was good too.

Draco began with a slow, deep thrusting, but soon sped up and began pounding into Harry from behind, grasping at his hips and pulling him against his body, moist skin slapping against moist skin. True to his word, Draco fucked him hard and Harry loved the tension it released for him. He moved his own cock against the pillow beneath him as Draco kept up a rhythmic pace. When Draco came, he groaned and held still making sure he was totally spent before pulling out of Harry’s wet hole and collapsing next to him on the bed.

“Aren’t we supposed to be somewhere?” Draco panted.

Harry opened his eyes and looked at the clock on the wall. “Oh shit!” he exclaimed. “Hermione’s going to kill us.” He scrambled off the bed and began to dress quickly.

OOOOO

Dumbledore knocked on the door of the guest room but no one answered.

“Mr. Dursley, did you not get my invitation to breakfast? You’re welcome to join us in the Great Hall for meals. Or if you wish, I can have them sent here to your room,” Dumbledore spoke loudly through the door.

“See, Albus,” McGonagall said, “he won’t respond. I’m worried that he might have…”

“I doubt that very much, Minerva,” Albus said.

“I want to speak to Harry,” Dudley’s voice said from inside the room. Dumbledore and McGonagall both breathed a sigh of relief.

“Mr. Potter had business to attend to this morning, but I assure you that we are all friends here and you have nothing to fear,” Dumbledore tried.

Again they were met with silence. It was obvious that Dudley Dursley was frightened of the magical world, and them in particular, and only Harry’s familiar face would reassure the boy.

“I’ll send for Mr. Potter to come as soon as he’s available,” Dumbledore promised.

OOOO

The army met for the first time on a secluded snowy field, away from any towns or homes. Harry was surprised at the large number of older witches and wizards arriving along with the recent Hogwart’s graduates Harry already knew. Apparently many were fed up with Voldemort’s reign of terror and could no longer stand to do nothing about it.

Alastor Moody’s loud booming voice could be heard over the crowd as he directed everyone into various groups as they arrived. These smaller groups would then be designated ‘troops’, each with its own captain. Harry was standing with Draco, Hermione and his captains as the organizing continued.

“Quite a turn out,” commented Ron.

“Yeah,” Hermione agreed. “This is fantastic. I’m feeling better about this whole thing already.”

“Do you reckon Voldemort sent any spies among them?” Neville asked, concerned.

“Why do you think I put Moody in charge of sign ups? Spies won’t fool him,” Harry answered.

Harry’s eyes scanned the crowd and he paused at Colin Creevey who was giving him a strange sort of expression. “Excuse me,” Harry said, and walked off towards some nearby trees, signaling Colin to follow discreetly.

Harry waited as Colin came towards him, looking around to make sure that they were alone.

“You’ve got something for me, Colin?” Harry asked.

“Well, it might not be much, Harry, but…” Colin began, “I overheard Ron Weasley telling Lavender Brown that he wasn’t sure he wanted to fight in your army. He seemed really conflicted about it.”

Harry could understand why anyone would want to stay out of a fight with Death Eaters and Voldemort, but this was Ron. Ron was like a brother to Harry and knowing that Ron didn’t want to be there for him was a blow he didn’t expect. Harry hid his hurt well and said, “Anything else?”

“No,” Colin said, “not really. I haven’t heard anyone sitting around and talking bad about you. I think they fear you.”

Harry nodded. “Thanks Colin, we better get back.”


The morning was not as productive as Harry would have liked. Most of the time was spent getting people into their troops and having them get acquainted with their captains, who explained what was expected of them. There was no time for actual practice, so Harry made sure to tell everyone that next Sunday he expected them to arrive on time and be ready for training.

When everyone was preparing to leave, Harry went to Ron. “Hey, Ron, can we talk?”

Ron seemed a bit nervous as he said, “Yeah, sure.” They walked off together into the woods talking about the army and how Ron’s day had gone.

Finally Harry turned the conversation to what he most wanted to know. “Ron, I never did ask you to be a captain. I just sort of handed you the job. It is what you want, isn’t it?”

Ron hesitated a bit and then said, “Well… yeah…, I suppose.”

“You don’t seem that convinced. You know, if you really don’t want to do it, all you have to do is say so. Even if you don’t want to fight at all, you can still tell me,” Harry said.

Ron stopped in his tracks, looking offended. “I’m not a coward, Harry,” Ron stated, heatedly. “I’ve always been there for you, you know that. Besides, I want to do my part to help our side win as much as anyone here. Why are you even asking me this stuff?”

“Because it’s obvious that you don’t really want to be here,” Harry said.

“What?” Ron said, shocked. “How would you really know what I want anyway? You’re too busy with that… that… prat, Draco Malfoy, to notice anyone else.”

“Ron…” Harry began.

“No, don’t ‘Ron’ me,” Ron said, his anger growing. “You think this has been easy for me? Do you? I lose my two best friends to the bloke I hate the most and I’m just supposed to be happy for you? I’m not afraid of fighting, Harry! I just don’t like being around Malfoy any more than I have to. I hate seeing the three of you together.”

“I’m sorry, Ron,” Harry replied. “I miss being around you too.”

“Then get rid of him, Harry,” Ron snapped.

“I can’t do that, I…” Harry began to explain but was cut off by Ron’s sudden move. Ron had grabbed Harry behind his head and pulled him in for a kiss. He immediately let go, however, turning around and spitting on the ground. Harry looked on in stunned amazement as Ron hunched over coughing and wiping his mouth as if he were in the midst of barfing.

“Uh… what was that?” Harry asked in confusion. “You’re not even bi-sexual, Ron.”

Ron stood up, face red with disgust, “That was nasty!”

Harry couldn’t help but grin, “Then why’d you do it?”

“Cause I just had to know,” Ron said.

“Know what?”

“I had to know if I could do that kind of stuff you do with Malfoy. I can’t, Harry. I just fucking can’t. I’m not cut out to be queer,” Ron said.

“You thought that I’d replace Malfoy with you if you went queer?” Harry asked.

“No…” Ron said, turning away. “Well… maybe. I just miss how it used to be the three of us.”

“I love you, Ron,” Harry said, “but not like that. You’re like a brother to me.”

Ron shook his head, still not facing Harry. “Just forget that kiss ever happened, all right?”
Just then a big snow ball hit Ron square in the back.

“That’s fine with me, you big homo,” Harry laughed, gathering up more snow to throw.

“Homo? Fuck you, Harry!” Ron said as he gathered up his own wad of snow. “You’re the fucking queer!” He tossed the snowball hard at Harry, causing them both to start laughing and gathering more ammo.

Harry tossed another one at Ron’s laughing head and yelled, “Cocksucker wannabe!”

“Oh yeah,” Ron laughed as he pelted Harry with two handfuls of snow, “arse fucker…” They were laughing so hard that half the snowballs missed their marks.

“My Lord?” said a voice off to one side. Harry turned and saw Crabbe and Goyle looking at him in surprise.

The snowball fight stopped, both boys breathing hard from their exertions. “What do you want?” Harry asked.

Their eyes shifted from Harry to Ron and they said, “Lady Marlston is looking for you. She says she has a message.”

“Tell her I’ll be right there,” Harry said, anxious to send them on their way.

“Yes, my Lord,” Crabbe replied, turning to leave.

Ron walked up to where Harry was standing and mimicked Crabbe’s voice. “Yes, my Lord. Can I shine your shoes for you, my Lord? How about I pick your nose for you, my Lord?” Ron teased.

Harry pushed Ron away playfully. “Shut up,” he laughed. “I didn’t tell them to call me that. They just… do.”

“I don’t know how you can stand it,” Ron shook his head.

“Come on, I need to go see what Hermione wants,” Harry said, heading back to the clearing. Harry turned his head, shaking it at Ron. “I can’t believe you kissed me.”

Ron pushed Harry away. “You’re never going to let me forget that, are you?”

“No,” Harry laughed.

OOOOOOO

When they reached Hermione, she seemed a bit peeved at having to wait so long. “There you are!” she exclaimed. “Dumbledore sent a message. Dudley won’t eat or come out of the room. He only wants to see you. You need to tend to him, Harry.”

Harry let out a sigh. “Fine, let’s go.”

“Where are you going to send him to live? Somehow I don’t think he’d be comfortable at Hogwarts,” Hermione pondered as they made their way to the brooms they had used to get here.

“I think I’ll just put him at Grimmauld Place for now,” Harry said. “It’s the only magically secure place I can think of at the moment.”

Draco, who had been barely listening, now came to attention. “You’re going to put a muggle with my parents? Oh… this ought to be good. I better come with you, Harry. They are not going to be happy with that arrangement.”

“Yeah, well it’s my house and if I want my cousin living there, then he’ll live there,” Harry said. “It’s time for your parents to learn about tolerance.”

“Good luck with that!” Draco laughed.

OOOOOO

A/N So there you have it! Dudley will be providing a bit of entertainment for us as you can imagine Lucius and Narcissa being his ‘guardian’ so to speak.

I can’t believe I’ve reached 50 chapters on a fiction! That’s a record for me. The stage is getting set rapidly now for what’s to come.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter. I loved writing it. Let me know your thoughts! Thank you and Happy Thanksgiving (if you celebrate it that is).