Harry Potter and the Secret Nurse

Chapter Seven
The House of Potter

“Hermione, I can’t move my arms again,” said Harry.

Hermione stirred a little, got up, found her wand and performed another Invigorate charm on Harry.

“You don’t feel bad this time? No panic?” Hermione asked cautiously.

“No, I feel good,” said Harry, “Pull the covers up, it’s cold.”

Hermione cuddled up to Harry all naked and snugly feeling like it was the most wonderful feeling in the world.

“What time is it?” asked Harry.

“It’s still early,” said Hermione, “You going somewhere?”

“No, I’ve got everything I need, right here,” said Harry.

Hermione held Harry’s head and said, “I swear, I could hold you like this all day.”

“Until one of us has to get up and pee,” said Harry.

Hermione smirked and said, “I heard members of the Order coming and going all night last night, downstairs. I was worried they might come up here.”

“Bloody better well not, they’re guests in this house,” said Harry, “Besides, they have better sense than that. I’m pretty sure everyone must know about us.”

“How does that make you feel?” asked Hermione.

“I’m fine with it, you?” said Harry.

“The same, as long as it’s people in the magical world,” said Hermione, “My parents are pretty open minded but I wouldn’t want to go rubbing their noses in it.”

“I couldn’t care less how the Dursley’s felt. Dudley is pretty cool with it, though,” said Harry, “I bet he was meeting up with a sweetheart of his own he’s not telling us about.”

“He seemed to be pretty anxious to get the house to himself that weekend,” said Hermione.

“Honestly, I hope he does, I really do, and I hope it works out well for him too,” said Harry.

“It makes people better people, doesn’t it?” asked Hermione.

Hermione started to nibble on Harry’s neck, then climbed on top of Harry, fondling his cock to take him inside her and-

#knock-knock#

“Hello?” Hermione called out.

“Hi Hermione, it’s Tonks, the Order is all having breakfast in about half an hour, Dumbledore and McGonagall will be there if you want to join us.”

“Thank you,” Hermione called out hurriedly.

As Hermione sat on top of Harry she asked, “Well?”

“Uhm, let’s see, breakfast with McGonagall, or sex with Hermione? Hmmm, that’s a toughie that is,” Harry said sarcastically, “I’ll have to mull that one over a bit.”

“I think we should go,” said Hermione.

“I like the view here a lot better, “said Harry as he looked at Hermione sitting naked on top of him.

“I’m serious Harry!”

“So am I.”

“It’s your house, you’re a host of the Order,” said Hermione, “That practically makes you a member.”

“And this time last year, I would have been all over that,” said Harry, “But these days I have different priorities.”

“They might get suspicious or curious if we just hole up here all day all the time,” said Hermione, “I say we drop in, say hello, chat up a bit, scarf down some kippers and come back here and fuck. What do you say?”

Harry slapped Hermione’s thighs and said, “That’s a plan.”

Now that Harry was entirely comfortable with Hermione seeing him naked, she could help him get dressed a lot more quickly. While putting on her bra in front of him, she noticed it wouldn’t buckle up in the back.

“Bloody hell, what’s wrong with this thing? It fit yesterday,” said Hermione.

She grabbed her breasts and had a funny look on her face as she felt them around.

“Oh god, they’re bigger,” said Hermione, “How?”

“Puberty?”

“A cup size in one night? Not bloody likely,” said Hermione.

“You don’t think it’s-“

“The wet nurse spell,” said Hermione as she noticed she was lactating again, “I didn’t know it was going to do this!”

“Let’s see if draining the tank gets them back to normal again,” said Harry.

Hermione sat onto Harry’s lap while he was in his chair and let him suckle on her breasts again. Just as Harry got started on the second breast-

*knock-knock

“Hello?” asked Hermione as she tried to hide Harry’s head in her grasp in case someone came through the door.

“Just thought you should know, Mrs Weasley is here and she’s cooking up some bangers and mash. It’s your last chance at a decent meal until she comes back to visit in August.”

And a clod-hopping foot was heard thunking away.

“Was that Mad Eye?” asked Hermione.

“Sounded like,” said Harry.

Feeling like they were just busted, Harry and Hermione finished dressing and headed down the stairs. Mrs. Weasley just screamed when she saw Harry come into the kitchen and bent down to hug the life out of him as he braced himself in his wheelchair.

“Oh look at you! Look at the state of you, you poor young man,” Mrs. Weasley fussed, “And you’re so skinny, Harry.”

Harry didn’t mind Mrs. Weasley making such a fuss over him if she intended to fill him up with her cooking. Mrs. Weasley heaped mounds of mashed potatoes and wieners onto his plate and explained she had come to visit via the floo network. When she greeted Hermione she commented on what a young woman she was filling out to be, but seemed oblivious as to exactly why Hermione was staying in the house.

“I’m here for the rest of the summer,” said Hermione, “I’m helping Harry get back on his feet, and keeping the house in order for the Order and all.”

Hermione held Harry’s hand trying to drop a hint.

“Oh that’s lovely dear, you’re such a good friend,” said Mrs. Weasley, “Are you staying in the same guest room as last year?”

“No, third floor,” said Hermione.

“The... third floor?” Mrs. Weasley stammered, “Isn’t that a little... cramped up th dea dear?”

“Oh no, Dumbledore worked magic on the whole floor,” said Hermione, “It’s just lovely, now. We won’t have to spend the whole summer cleansing the house with Doxycide like last year.”

“Oh... that is lovely,” said Mrs. Weasley, “Harry, did you want juice or coffee?”

“Coffee please, with milk,” said Harry.

“Oh Harry, about the milk,” said Mrs. Weasley, “I think you and Hermione picked up cow’s milk by mistake. It tastes kind of different from what you’re used to.”

“That’s all right, Molly, Harry prefers getting his milk a little closer from the source,” said Mad Eye, “Don’t you, Harry?”

Harry and Hermione looked at each other for a second.

“Oh, yeah, much better that way,” said Harry as he shook his head, “Healthy.”

All the members of the Order stood, as well as Hermione, when Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall entered the room. This time McGonagall beckoned them all to sit as Dumbledore took a seat at the head of the table. Harry thanked Dumbledore again for the bath upstairs as he said he was always making good use of it.

“Ah, as long as it is of good use, then that is thanks enough,” said Dumbledore, “Now that you are better, Harry, there is something most important I must impress upon you. Since you are now the new man of this household, I must ask if the Order has permission to remain in the House of Potter?”

Harry didn’t even have to think before he begged the attention of the whole table and said, “Whatever arrangement my Godfather made with the Order still stands, exactly as it has before. This house will remain in service for the Order for as long as the threat exists, and if another threat ever arises after the Death Eaters, then this home will gladly be volunteered into service again. Sirius Black would have wanted it that way.”

All the members of the Order present were quite impressed with Harry's speech as Mad Eye slapped the table and went, “Here! Here! Good show, lad. Good show.”

And all the members of the order, including McGonagall also slapped the table.

Harry continued, “I’ve had time to think about this, and I also wish to impress that even though I am host of the Order, do not feel that in any way you are pressured to instate me as an under-aged member or that I am privy to secret information pertaining to operations therein. I understand that the Order has many delicate missions underway, and I have no wish to interfere with them.”

Harry took Hermione’s hand and held it up to his face for a moment, “I have other things I need to concentrate on right now, like getting out of this chair.”

“That is very mature, Harry,” Professor McGonagall said with admiration.

“That’s not what I would have done,” said Mad Eye, “If I were in Harry’s shoes I would have demanded to be sworn in on the spot. And you all better have done it or I would have sent the Order packing.”

“Well Harry’s not you,” said Mrs. Weasley as she hugged Harry’s head, “Such a brave lad.”

“There’s another thing,” said Harry as Mrs. Weasley let him go, “I want this house to always remain named The House of Black, in tribute to my Godfather and his service.”

Again, all members of the order slapped the table in agreement.

Then something unexpected came from Harry, “If the House of Potter will ever rise again, then I will have to build it myself from the ground up.”

That announcement put a rather sombre mood upon the table.

Mrs. Weasley broke up the awkwardness of them moment by saying, “You’ll do well, Harry. All in good time.”

While Hermione and Professor McGonagall spoke of the OWL marks coming in, Harry reached into the carry basket under his wheelchair and pulled out the photo of his old house that Mr. Wakashi printed out for him. Mad Eye Moody noticed it and Harry handed it around to members of the Order as they looked at it with awe. Hermione regaled the story of how they came upon with photo with just a chance meeting with a neighbour.

“It’s just as I remember it,” said Lupin as he shared the photo with Tonks, “I helped out the day Lilly and James moved into that home. This must have been taken the same day! Look! Sitting on the lawn, there’s the box the new wizard wireless came in.”

Tonks examined the photo and said, “Harry, we can magic this photo like the portraits.”

“I was hoping you could,” said Harry.

“Yes, but there’s not much to bring to life,” said Lupin, “The photo only shows the house, there’s no people in the frame.”

“That’s okay,” said Harry, “I’d like to magic it anyway. Maybe we can hang it in the hall and let my parents’ portraits visit it.”

Harry had other plans for the photo he was not sharing with the members of the Order, and Dumbledore was picking up on it. He asked Harry if he had yet used to Displacement Charm on the bath. Harry remembered that Displacement Charms were used to expand the interiors of rooms, like the luxurious tents he saw during the Quiddich World Cup. Dumbledore explained there was a talisman by the bath entrance that controlled the displacement spell when Harry wanted to use the bath for physical training and Harry, a little intrigued by this strange magic promised he would.
After an hour of fucking in the bath, Hermione and Harry realized they completely forgot about the Displacement Charm.

“Where did Dumbledore say that talisman was again?” Hermione asked as she sat on Harry’s cock and looked around.

“It’s supposed to be by the entrance,” said Harry.

“Let’s try it.”

“Actually, Hermione, I was hoping to go out this morning.”

“Aww, but Harry,” Hermione said as she embraced Harry’s head against her naked breasts.

“We need to go shopping,” said Harry, “School stuff.”

Despite the fact it was very early to go shopping for school supplies, Harry knew this would cause Hermione to instantly shift gears. She never passed on an opportunity to visit a bookstore. Less than an hour later they were in the shopping district of downtown London looking for goods. Down bumpy sidewalks Harry wheeled himself around muggle stores, unaware that the chair was making it easy for him, trying to stretch out a whole day’s use out of Harry's arms. Harry gave Hermione a treat by visiting Portobello Road and bought several books she picked out by muggle authors. Then he wanted to visit some electronic boutiques.

"What about this place?" Harry asked as he pointed his chair at the door.

"Oh Harry, Tandy sells junk, let's go to Dixon's! I've never been in there. I hear it's enormous," said Hermione as she expertly guided Harry through the streets of London for the best places to shop.

Dixon's was even bigger than the place Harry visited in Surrey with his cousin Dudley, and to Harry's relief it was a fully modern store with wide aisles and complete wheelchair accessibility. It carried the very latest of high-end home electronics with the largest televisions Harry ever saw in either the magical or muggle world.

While examining a video game that put the person playing it in a TV screen and used their motions to fight with characters in the game, Harry said, "Jeez, Hermione, don't you think the muggle world is coming pretty close to making some magic of their own?"

"They were the first to make it to the moon, Harry," said Hermione, "Unless you believe that ridiculous legend about Burgandy Banks and his flying cauldron."

"Oh, he made it to the moon, alright," said Harry, "He probably died long before he got there, since there's no air in space and all."

"Can you imagine the look on an astronaut's face if they ever found that thing with the body inside?" asked Hermione, "They'd probably think it was some secret botched attempt by the Russians to land a man on the moon before the Americans."

Their joined laughter was interrupted by a very pleasant and polite young man who offered to help Harry out. Hermione was slightly surprised when Harry showed great interest in buying a laptop, and was asking very serious questions about one practical model that caught his eye.

"Is this wireless compatible?" asked Harry.

"It comes with wireless," said the salesman, "As soon as you get an account you can just use Windows XP to sign on automatically."

"I need a portable printer that can plug into this that prints off a spool," said Harry.

The salesman explained that most portable printers, especially the less expensive ones, printed off of spool feeders and he showed Harry one of them.

"I'll take them both," said Harry.

"Harry, that's nearly a thousand pounds," said Hermione.

"It's for school," explained Harry, "Besides I can't go running around with ink wells, blotters, and parchments in this chair. I'm going to feed parchment into the spool feeder and print my assignments off of it."

"Harry, that's BRILLIANT!" exclaimed Hermione.

As they waited for the salesperson to bring out a new laptop still in the box, Harry explained the wireless was for Hermione so she could hand in her stories to the editor. Hermione hugged Harry for being so generous. The salesman came back and as he held the box he noticed something about Harry's chair.

"Oh, you have the exact attachment you need to hold your laptop to the armrest," he said, "And there's the attachment for the printer and power supply on the back. It should hold this perfectly."

"Oh yes, uhm, it's a smartchair," said Harry, "I just had the modifications done this morning."

Hermione pushed Harry to the check line while he held his goods. As they waited a small muggle in an electric wheelchair approached them who was carrying some DVD's.

"You just got your chair done too?" he asked.

"Yes, just this morning," said Harry.

Like a mechanical marvel, the muggle's chair hydraulically lifted up a little to see Harry and Hermione a little more eye to eye.

"I got just got mine done this week too," he said, "Mine came from Germany. I can play DVD's right off my armrest."

The muggle pressed a button and a flat screen raised up from the button pad in from of him. There was a CD ROM tray in the side and the muggle put a DVD in it.

"I've got email and internet too," said the muggle, "Where did you get your chair?"

"My school supplied it," said Harry.

"You must go to a good school if they have Medicare," said the muggle, as he tapped his chair, "You're knew to this, aren't you?"

"It's just temporary," said Harry.

"Same here," said the muggle, "I've got MS, but I'm getting stem cell injections so I might get my legs back in a year or so. You?"

"Uhm.. Injury," said Harry, "I've still got feeling in my legs so I'm expecting to get on my feet again within a year."

"I've had friends who went through that, it's tough," said the muggle, "But I'm looking forward to it."

They cheerfully chatted up until they rang their goods through the cashier. After they said goodbye Harry watched the little young man wheel his way down the street.

He turned to Hermione and asked, "Isn't there anything we can do for people like that?"

"You remember muggle studies," said Hermione with a downed resignation, "Magical intervention into muggle diseases always, even with the greatest of intentions, leads to disaster. Whenever magical intervention is used in the muggle world it has to be subtle and unseen."

"Still, I admire him you know?" said Harry, "Did you see the look on his face? He didn't care that he was different or pitied by people around him. His chair gave him his independence to go out and do his own thing. That's all that mattered to him."

Once they were back home, Harry asked if members of the Order could arrange to magic his picture of his old home and handed off the copy to Mad Eye Moody who had a hand for that sort of thing. Then in front of the portraits Harry took his knife given to him by Sirius Black and went through all the cardboard and wrappers to open up his new computer and printer. Hermione was surprised to see when she came back from her latest medical instructional from McGonagall that Harry was on the phone in the kitchen and already set up his internet service on the computer.

Harry handed Hermione the laptop and said, “The internet and email is up, why don’t you work on your next assignment while I get some exercise in the bath?”

Hermione became fascinated with the new electronic toy as Harry started to look forward to experimenting with the feature Dumbledore made on the bath. He wondered just how powerful did Dumbledore make it. The talisman looked like a vertical brass rail that could be rotated. Harry gripped it and turned it three times before opening the bath door, when he did, what he saw looked less like a bath, and more like an Olympic-sized swimming pool.
It still had all the same bubble and soap functions as before, but now it looked like it could accommodate the entire the entire Gryffindor Tower. Harry climbed in and found rails to hold himself up with as he made his way through the water. He was able to exercise going back and forth along the length of the bath. With his weight suspended in the water, this was closest he had ever come to feeling like he was walking normally again.
When Hermione was done with her lesson she joined Harry in the bath and told him she was getting close to doing a controlled Invigorate charm on his legs to get him to practice walking again. She was quite impressed with the space provided by the Displacement Charm as she assisted Harry in the nude back and forth along the water's edge.

"This is really quite impressive," said Hermione, "Hogwarts should have something like this, aside from the prefects bath, I mean."

"Ah, prefects bath isn't all it's cracked up to be," said Harry, "I had trouble relaxing in that bloody thing with Moaning Myrtle ogling at me when I'm naked."

"Harry, how the heck do you know so much about the prefects bath?"

"If you must know I snuck in with my invisibility cloak," explained Harry, "I did it in fourth year during the Tri Wizarding Tournament. It was the only way to decipher the clue from that horrible screeching egg."

"You snuck in the prefects bath?" Hermione startled in a familiar disapproving tone.

"Oh come on, we've done worse, together, you and I," said Harry, "Besides, Cedric gave me the idea. I never would have figured out that clue without his help."

Harry stopped short of mentioning that Cedric was set up to give him that information by an agent of Voldemort, as he did not want to tarnish Cedric's image as a hero. Nor did he wish to relive that for a time, he considered Cedric to be a bit of a pratt.

"Let's dry off, I want to try something on you," said Hermione.

Being playful over what that meant, the new technique Hermione wanted to try on Harry was a therapeutic shiatsu massage. Professor McGonagall taught her how to cast a spell on her hands that gave her the skill treat Harry's muscles properly. It also gave her fingers an energetic tingling sensation that spread into Harry's back. His muscles were pretty sore from wheeling around all day. The tingling sensation felt especially good when Hermione began to work Harry's genitals.

"Mmmm, that's nice," said Harry, "Are you sure McGonagall didn't teach you this from the Connubium Charms book?"

Hermione turned Harry over and used the last of the spell to jerk Harry off into her mouth.

"You've got to teach me how to do that to you," said Harry after he caught his breath.

"Oh you're definitely going to learn that one," said Hermione as she wiped Harry's cum off her face with a towel, "Right after I'm through playing with myself."

During supper, Hermione explained that she was using her experience with Harry's recuperation as inspiration for her next article, and actually brought a few previously published articles to show to Professor McGonagall who was, of course, impressed.

"Perhaps, Ms. Granger, you can impress upon the wizarding world that there are more important things to bring to print other than mad Hinkypunks and corked Quiddich brooms," said McGonagall.

While Hermione was in lessons with McGonagall during the day, Harry spent all his time with his computer in his chair while in the hall with the portraits. At night, after supper, Harry let Hermione have her turn with the computer to hand in her article while he frolicked in the pool. Eventually Harry was strong enough to swim laps with just his arms.
The night before his birthday Harry came to bed with Hermione by walking on his hands across the room and hauled himself up the bedpost with the skill of a gymnast.

Hermione felt up Harry's arnd snd said, "You're getting stronger."

Harry flexed jokingly and Hermione fondled Harry's chest, lovingly.

"Seriously, you're putting on weight," she said, "It's looks good on you, real good. You're not like a muscleman, more like a dancer. I like that, I like it a lot."

Hermione took Harry inside her and rode him.

"I had a dream I was on top last night," said Harry.

"I had a dream you were doing me from behind," said Hermione and she made a cute growling sound and snapped her teeth at Harry.

"Maybe we had the same dream," said Harry as he grinded into Hermione.

"We'll get there, Harry, it's just a matter of time," said Hermione.

"Yes, but we could be back at Hogwarts by then," said Harry.

"So, we have weekends off," said Hermione.

"To do what? Have a toss in the Shrieking Shack?"

"Harry, you really are thick sometimes," said Hermione, "You do remember the fireplace in Gryffindor tower is connected to the floo network? And so-"

"So is the fireplace in the kitchen downstairs!" Harry interrupted, "We'll be here any time we want in seconds! Hermione, that's BRILLIANT!"

"It's just a matter of remembering things properly, that's all," Hermione said with a smirk, "I do like that idea of having a trist in the Shrieking Shack, though, it might give a whole new meaning to its name. "

Hermione let out a wolf's howl and turned feral as she fucked Harry. Every time she did it, Harry noticed she turned a little more animal-like. Cat whiskers started to appear around her upper lip and although she looked cute, she barely looked human at all.

"Hermione, are you in there?" asked Harry.

Quickly she looked at Harry and tilted her head to one side like an inquisitive animal. Then she settled down and held him as she purred him to sleep.