Furyan Heat

Take me as I am. Part two.



Here is part 2. ^.6 Hope you enjoy! My mum is going in for surgery today, so I’m posting this now. She’ll be in recoup for the next two weeks, so I’ll be home taking care of her; So I might be updating a lot, as I normally do, or I might not. We’ll see. I haven’t abandoned you guys so far, have I?... ^.^



Please forgive the change in POV during the second part, but I couldn’t help but slip into Riddick’s mind . It just made sense to right it that way.



HURRAY FOR THE 200th review!! Posted by Panda!!! ^.~ Do I brag about my readers to much? Because I think they are awesome, and I love them all, so I should.. Yes, I’ll brag more, and even Bride a little!



In celebration of the 200th review, the Draco/Vaako Harry/Riddick story will be posted tomorrow!! More then likely tonight! SO ENJOY!!



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Reveiwer questions!!!



The wizarding world doesn\'t find out about Harry being submissive do they? Riddick will be on a rampage Yes.. They do! And Yes, He does!



Oh when are you gunna get to the lemon!?!?!?!?!?! It’s coming, it’s coming! … okay, that sounded a bit worse then I intended..



When will Harry find out about Jumbledork\'s deception? VERY soon. JUMBLEDORK!! HAHAHA!!



And about his REAL father? Er… that will come a little bit later.



How will the Weasleys take it? Pissed on Harry’s behalf.



I wonder how Remus and Sirius would have taken it? They are currently up in heaven helping Tonks, Lily, James, and Jorrius (Harry’s Furyan father) Kick Dumbledore’s astral ass. ^.~



Is Cinna Greengrass going to have an important part in this story? She’s going to be important for the fight for the Subs, and helping Harry come to terms with being a Sub. Her Mate will also help Harry out later on. But they will not be going off-planet.



As well as Dawlish? Not really. He’ll be looking after Cinna and maybe show up once or twice aside.



How many chapters are you going to have? 17 at least, 20 most likely, maybe 25. Then the Sequel.



Are there going to be assassination attempts on Harry when they get back to the main necro ship? Yes. But they won’t be tolerated for long.



And last but not least Will Riddick and Harry have kids?!!!! YES. How many, and what gender, you will have to wait for.



Are the Torue different from Wizards like Harry or are they the same just with a different name? A regular wizard is a “Simee.” A Torue is a Sorcerer. In the world of Harry Potter, there are lots of wizards but very few that are given the title of “Sorcerer.” Merlin, Salazar, Dumbledore to name a few. People are even very careful when using that title with Voldemort and Grindlewald. And Think of it this way; If someone old you the President was married to a REAL Sorcerer, wouldn’t you be impressed?



And are they rare in your Riddick universe? Not as rare as they are on earth; But they are fairly spread out over the universe and highly protected, so they are pretty hard to get ahold of.



I can just see the twins and Riddick in a midnight visit to the Dursleys.. Am i right, or wrong? Pretty darn close.. LOL!



is Riddick going to see Harry interact with Teddy? YEP!! No fan-fic writer can pass up the smirking Riddick tag line of “Cute Kid…”



I would like to know if Dame Vakko will still be around to puff up like an angry blow fish when she\'s replaced by Malfoy? The Squeal to this story won’t be Draco/Vaako, that will be a second story I’m planning. In the other story, Dame will be puffing up until she gets kicked to the curb, but I don’t think I’ll keep her alive much longer after that.



I wonder how controlling the government from the magic planet is going to try and be, and I wonder how many pieces they will be in when Harry and Riddick are through with them? They won’t learn there lesson easily, and while the planet will stay intact and untouched, I’m pretty sure there will be pieces of the leaders that won’t be coming out of he carpets anytime soon.. ^.~



Will Harry ever be transformed into his real self, or should he stay a copy of James Potter, and what would he look like? Possibly, not telling, and he would be the same height, weight, and body structure; But he would have darker, tan skin and wavy red hair, like the twins. His face would be a male copy of Lily‘s. So more or less, a Sudo-Lily instead of a Clone-James.

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"The most terrifying thing is to accept oneself completely."

~Carl Gustav Jung



Harry felt his eyes widen and his heart crush in his own chest… He… Riddick.. His mate.. Thought… For over 17 years Harry never knew he had a mate.. But Riddick..



Riddick had thought that he was dead…



Riddick had spent the last 17 years thinking that his mate was dead…



“How?….” Harry asked lightly.. Almost sounding lost.



“How what?…” Riddick replied, still not moving…



“Why did you think I was dead?… How did you find out I was alive, How did you know Where to look?…”



“When mates are born; they have a immediate connection. Nothing magical or powerful, just a.. Line or a pull that lets them know that there mate is alive and well...”



Harry looked more then a little surprised at this.. He didn’t remember feeling anything like this. The Bells of Norte Dame, Yes. The compulsive urge to bare his neck, and fallow Riddick’s every command, Yes… Thinking that he and Riddick where a hell of a lot alike, yes. But a link or line to him?.. No. Maybe it was the dreams?..



“But when I was six and you where.. About one.. around 15 months after you where born, the link start pulling like crazy. I knew something was wrong... Then, A few months later it just started to die out… Little by little. Then, It just stopped. I didn’t feel or hear anything. After that happened..”



“You assumed I was dead… The only reason there wouldn’t be a pull…..” is if there was nothing on the other side...Harry knew he didn’t have to finish the sentence. Riddick nodded, almost surprised at how quick Harry caught on. Harry couldn’t stop himself from wondering what had broken the link between them.. A Link that Harry never had a chance to feel.



“So, How did you find out I was alive then?…”



“Well.. That’s a bit more complicated, and a bit unbelievable…”



Harry smiled lightly at that.. “Really?… Try me..”



“Well; There’re this girl that knows me.. Name’s Shirah…”



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I watched his face carefully as I told him. About Shirah, How I meet her before, and what she told me. The link can’t be broken, but it can only be silenced. Truth be told, I was watching it all along. How could I not? With his face and eyes glowing like they did?…



I don’t even think he realizes how relaxed he is right now.. Laying on his side, head resting on my arm.. Stretched out and basing, like a house cat about to take a nap.. Not looking the least scared or wary… And while around me. The last person in the universe anyone should let there guard down around..



Apart of me is more then a little pleased about that.. The part that pulled him up from the foot of the bed, to where we where now.. And a part of me is bother by that. The part that was proud that he had the balls to struggle against me, let alone blacken my eye. The part of me that was more then a little amused when he nearly reduced that Mione girl to tears..



My mate wasn’t broken.. Not completely. But he was badly damaged, more so then any other person I’d ever meet before… myself excluded. The soul sucking and literally dying twice was definitely something I sure as hell wasn’t going to forgive or forget anytime soon…



But even with all my little bright eyes has been through, And I don’t even know all of it yet, Here he was… curled next to me, of all people… So trusting. So kind. So selfless. So Pure. So naturally passive, eager to please, easy to upset..



I’m was definitely taking him off this rock. As far as I’m concerned, this place and these people had there chance with him. They failed. The Ministry, The Order, The whole fucking planet. They failed him. It’s my turn now.



I not going to lie to myself, or him.. I’m not perfect. I may not be able to give him what he wants or what he deserves. I’m the last person in the world that a guy like him should be around, let alone be stuck with. I’m cold and heartless, killing is what I do best… I know that.



But I am NOT leaving him here with these people..



And there is no way in hell I’m giving him up..



So I watch his face as I tell him. That the connection Is only broken when the mate loses his free will. When the Furyan Spirit is snuffed out. I see momentary look of confusion on his face, as if thinking it wasn’t possible. Then I see him look off to the side, trying to remember when and how he had his free will taken away..



Then a look of revelation… He knows. He knows who did it. That confused and sad look on his face, as the light bulb turns on in his head; letting him see things he didn’t want to see before. Betrayal, mistreatment, pain. Making him look at things about himself he’d rather not look at. And I watch him mask his face when he realizes I’m still looking.



He doesn’t want me to know yet.. That’s fine. Hide it while you can. You know…. and I’ll find out soon enough.. And I’ll make them pay. You know I will. I’ve got it all planned out, and I’ve always been good at turning on those light bulbs.. Playing on people’s fears, playing with people’s minds, pulling the right strings… lying with truth..



“Go to sleep.. I’ll leave after you’re out..” I say to him. He jumps at the chance. Buries his face into my arm and closes his eyes. To rest, to not talk about it, to think things over, to just lay next to someone while he came to terms with what he had just learned... Just like I wanted him to. Just like he needs to.



I really shouldn’t have done that to him.. Sorry, Bright eyes.. But like I said.. I’m not perfect, am I?…



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A ear-splitting scream rang out, cutting through the air; Immediately fallowed by shrieking and clawing, scraping, and ripping noises… The sounds slicing through the old Auror’s heart like a knife. Suddenly springing from his bed, he was out the door and into the room across the hall in record time. Just like last night, and the night before. and night before that, and so on and so forth. It had become a nightly ritual between the two that Dawlish was sad to repeat.



But at least this time he had remembered not to grab his wand. That only seemed to open him up another world of hurt and worry.. For himself, mostly.



She was fully changed this time; for the first time in weeks. Even in the semi-dark he could see her wings out, and Beck fully grown… The shrieking and clawing gave him his first hint that she had changed at all. She HAD been improving, but something must of set her off again. To have her panic this much again… The bed sheets and the top of the mattress where already ripped into; She seemed to be tearing at the side of her night gown now..



Oh, he was a Idiot! He had forgot her family had sent her new clothes and nightgowns.. They where probably tight around her waist; where her former “Mate” had wrapped a chain around her…



Dawlish’s heart broke as he watch her struggle to loosen the fabric.. screaming and clawing at it as she cried and shrieked out in a bird-like panic. Standing on the bed, barely noticing she was awake.



Dawlish frowned at her, his eyes softening.. There was nothing he could do until she calmed down.. Any one, Especially any male, walking up to her right now was nothing short of suicide. He would rather kill himself then put her though more or made her regress any further ether way… He just had to wait… As much as he hated it, he just had to wait…



When the panic stopped, and she turned back to herself, THEN he could help her. He would repair the ripped bed and sheets, wipe her tears and talk to her until she stopped sobbing.. Then he would place her back in bed, and tell her to change nightgowns after he left…



Hopefully, this would be the only nightmare for tonight…



But seeing how upset she had gotten, and how far she regressed.. He had a feeling he’d be seeing her again tonight.



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Harry was woken up by the sunlight hitting his face.. From a oddly open spot in the drapes.. He rubbed his eyes lazily, and looked around. From the looked of it Riddick had left after Harry had fallen asleep, like he said he would. Though when Harry had fallen asleep, and the Furyan had slipped out, was anyone’s guess. Still; He had slept, and it was morning. And if the clock on his nightstand was any indication, he would need to get up fairly soon… Better now then never.



Unsurprisingly, Harry the first one down the stairs and into the kitchen. Deciding to make a Semi-Buffet breakfast instead of Plate-by-plate because of the number of people there where at the house… and the Twins, Ron and Riddick counted as more then one, As Harry was sure they would eat the most.



Surprisingly, Kreacher seemed to be thinking along the same lines. When Harry got there and was already crisping hash browns in the oven and mumbling about setting up the dining table for the “Great guests, yes, honorable quests.. Pureblood winners of war; friends and mate of master, Yes… Great guests, indeed..”



Harry only smiled at the elf, and took his own place in the kitchen workings. He started on the eggs. He only knew how to cook the muggle way, but he was still a match for Kreacher in taste if not yet in speed. Maybe a few lessons in cooking from Mrs. Weasley would help… As a Matter of fact, he was positive it would. Harry made a mental note ask her later.



Harry then took to cooking, and as he did so, allowed himself to think over the events of the past few days. Mainly, Riddick… And being mated to him. Harry still didn’t know how he felt. He had first thoughts of him where quite.. Primal and vicious. Riddick had pinned him out of nowhere, Harry had fought back however lightly.. It seemed natural; and at first, the only thing they had in common. They fought.



Not much had changed when Riddick had pinned him to the bed.. Though Harry had now sworn that would never happen again. Ever. He didn’t like being pinned down and lorded over like that, and dominant, submissive, or not; He would make sure that Riddick never did it again..



Harry had a hard enough time just being hugged by Hermione and Mrs. Weasley.. Pats on the backs and hand shakes where as comfortably close as Harry got.. The Dursleys had never held him, or hugged him, he was sure.. As a matter of fact, all they did was hurt him. Grab him by the hair to toss him into the cupboard, kick and hit him when ever petunia wasn’t looking, “Harry Hunting” at Recess, Summer, and weekends…



But then it changed.. Something just changed. Harry actually laid in bed next to Riddick.. Laid in bed with another man.. With his head on his arm, None the less… WHY?.. Harry knew he didn’t go down without a fight.. And gave a hell of a black eye… But WHY?… Why didn’t he fight it then, when It was upsetting him now?…



And the second thing.. They had been fighting, to a extent, from the moment they meet.. Only stopping to talk or give information..



The point was, it changed. Again. While Harry still wasn’t used or comfortable with what was going on in the first place.. Finding out how the connection was silenced..



It was the Dursleys. Harry knew it seconds after Riddick said it. They had treated him horribly.. They ignored him, neglected him, starved him, locked him in a cupboard and his room, beat him, let him be beaten.. The list went on.. Harry had dealt with it, though.. Or he though he had. He forced himself to be everything was fine, the treatment was normal for him.. It became common place.. He always knew it was wrong, but if it didn’t effect or change anything, he didn’t care..



But that treatment did change things.. It was wrong, and it did effect Harry. More then Harry. It robbed Harry and Riddick of there bond.. A bond Harry never felt. Apparently it robbed Harry of his free will, too.



He knew that he would always bare the marks of his upbringing. Every kid does; No one had the perfect childhood.. But This?. He didn’t know.. Harry sighed, and started scrambling the egg batter before they turned into a omelet.



He couldn’t help but wonder what would have happened if the bond hadn’t be broken… If he’d been stronger, and held on to the will he apparently never had after toddlerhood..



Would Riddick of shown up Earlier?.. Yes, Riddick said so himself.. Would he have helped Harry fight Voldermort?…



Would he have saved Tonks and Remus? Sirius? Colin?



Would he have died in there place, or along side them?….



Would he had killed Voldemort when Harry “Died” a second time?…



Yes. He killed his own evil lord, why not this one?.. Just add another to the pile.. Harry thought with a dark smirk.. then frowned at the mental image he had just given himself. He… That was not good. Harry shouldn’t have been amused at that comment…



Or.. Should he have?.. Merlin’s bloody beard.. Even he didn’t know anymore…



He only knew exactly who he was before... And that just wasn’t fitting anymore. Harry didn’t feel like it was really him in his own skin; He felt uncomfortable with himself… Or what he was becoming. He had never felt that way before… But he wasn’t sure he wanted to go back.



When Kreacher returned with platters and bowls to hold the food, he gave a light SQUEK, and bowed. Harry broke out of his thoughts, and looked behind him. Harry hadn‘t known anyone was watching him.. To his.. Surprise? Expectations?.. Jubilation?.. Annoyance?… a mix?.. Harry didn’t know.. But Riddick was standing there, and Harry was immediately… Confused?.. Conflicted?.. That sounded right.



Bloody hell, what was wrong with him?..



He smiled lightly at him, and then went back to cooking. He didn’t know how long he had been standing there, but if Riddick was happy to let Harry alone, Harry was happy to let Riddick alone...



A odd yet comfortable silence fallowed, even though Harry couldn’t get used to the feeling of Riddick’s eyes on him. It wasn’t like he was staring at him like a piece of meat; he wasn’t. It wasn’t like he was glaring or leering..



It was like a professor or boss was looking over his shoulder, observing his work.



“You’re cooking breakfast?…” Riddick asked. Harry didn’t know why, the answer was fairly obvious.



“I always cook breakfast…” yet another gift from the Dursleys… Harry answered, Riddick didn’t know how things worked around the house yet.



Guests came over or spent the night at his house; Harry cooked breakfast, Lunch, or dinner.. Harry was alone at home; he cooked breakfast, leaving lunch and Dinner to Kreacher. Ether way, when home, Harry always cooked breakfast. He knew his kitchen and dining room like the back of his hand, and had always had a sixth sense when it came to cooking. He learned early on not to undercook or burn anything… Yet another thing he could thank the Dursleys for…



Harry bit his lip, as he finished the Eggs, and put them on the plate Kreacher had set out. He then moved to the side as Kreacher took the small pan of hash browns out. Harry went to the fridge to grabbed a package of sausages.



Hash browns, scrambled eggs, sausage, and toast.. Something (and hopefully enough) for everyone.



Harry then heard someone yawning loudly, and stomping in un-even steps down the stairs... Harry smiled despite himself . The ungraceful zombie-like descent down the stairs could be anyone, but a yawn that lasted all the way down?.. Only one wizard Harry knew could pull that off..



“Morning, Ron..”



“Mornin’ ‘Arry..” Ron said, ruffling his own newly-wet hair as he looked and glared at Riddick.. Who didn’t even seem to bother with glaring back. Ron then turned back to Harry, a friendly smile on his face.



“So.. What’s for breakfast?.. Haven’t had your cooking in ages!” That line seemed to catch Riddick’s attention. Harry got a bit worried at the dark look that was now being aimed at his best mate. Wait.. No way.. Riddick didn’t think that… Him and Ron?… No way.



“You had my cooking last week…” Harry said. hoping Riddick picked up on the fact that Harry didn’t cook for Ron every single day.



“Like I said; In ages..” Ron said with a smirk. Harry shook his head at his best friends’ loftiness. Ron just plopped down on the chair in the kitchen, and grabbed a piece of toast from the tray.



Harry just had to sigh as Ron seemed to dig himself deeper and deeper into trouble.



“So… What’s on the agenda for today?…”



“I have to go to the Ministry to see Kingsley and get my mail…” Harry said, as Ron smirked and snickered. Harry had actually requested that his mail be checked before it was given to him.. Main reason being death threats and dangerous letters. Personal reasons being howlers and love potions..



“Good.. I’ll go with you, then…”



“No you won’t…”

“Your staying.”



Said the twins as they stepped down the stairs, a large blue backpack with white lines and trim. Ron’s face turned red, and he looked about to tear the twins apart. Harry barely saw Riddick’s mouth twitch in amusement, still at his place by the door.



“WHAT DO YOU MEAN I HAV-”



“You and Mione have papers to go through…”

“And Harry has more important things to do..” Fred said, as George gave a light sideways smirk to Riddick. Ron seemed to shut up at this, but he didn’t look a shade lighter. Fred handed off the blue bag to Harry. Fred and George then nodded and let a echoing “Good” as they now turned there attention back to Harry.



“THIS, is your new get-away bag…” Fred explain.

“Pack it with whatever you‘ll need...”

“Clothes…”

“Toothpaste..”

“Combs..”

“Whatever..”

“And if you even need to make a quick exit…”

“Just grab it and take off. Just keep it close by.”



Harry smiled at the two, as he tossed the finished sausages onto the platter.



“Thanks you to.. I’m pretty sure that will come in handy sooner or later, sadly enough… Now; Everyone into the dining room, it’s time to eat.”



It was at that point that that a loud scream was heard from upstairs, and load THUMPS and BANGS where heard from upstairs.. Harry and Ron both looked up the stairs in confusion, as Fred and George both looked to one another with twins smirks.



“FRED!! GEORGE!! I KNOW YOU TURNED OFF MY ALARM CLOCK AND HEXXED MY DOOR!! LET ME DOWN AND OUT OF HERE OR I SWEAR TO GOD I’LL KILL YOU!!!”



Ron gave a quick and frightened look and grabbed the sausages, quickly retreating to the safety of the dining room… Riddick and Harry both looked pointed look at the twins.



“Looks like Charlie missed guard duty again last night…”

“Over slept again.. What are we going to do with him?”



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Harry entered the Ministry of magic. Riddick right behind him. Harry had warned Riddick about the Ministry, So he wasn’t to taken by the grand scale and the oddness of it. Floating things, Magic lights, and the layers of floors toppling one another. Harry absently fixed his coat, having put on one of his better robes. He then made his way quickly to the lift.



Seconds after entering the ministry, people started talking, whispering and pointing, two gasped and looked dumbstruck, and a few people seemed to be on the look out for him, and let a flock of let inner-office memos lose..



Harry noticed, but tried not to let it bother him.. Nor the thought that if the people weren’t looking at him, they where looking at Riddick, who had refused to let Harry come alone… Riddick noticed, and it set him even more on edge. Harry lead the way to the lift as quickly as he could. Due to the fact it was in the middle of the day and very few people traveling the halls, it worked out fairly nicely. The lift was the only thing they had to wait for.. Luckily, they made it before they where intercepted.



Riddick looked to Harry and raised a eyebrow, and Harry smirked at him..



“I take it you saw those weird bird things?..” Riddick said, having been told that wizards send letters through owls. Harry nodded back.



“Yes; Letters.. As long as we get to the minister’s office, we should be good.. Anyone can floo out; But you have to have security clearance to get in..”



It was then, only a few floors down, that the lift stopped and the door open. Harry didn’t seem surprised, it was only natural to step back and share the lift.. The person who came in, though, didn’t seem to have that in mind.



“MR. POTTER.. Oh, Glad I caught you.. Look, I know your on the way to see the minister, but I need you to come with me..”



Harry frowned and Riddick glared at the 21 year old man that seemed to have come out of nowhere… This could be a problem.. Or a trap..



“Come with you?.. Why?…” Riddick then asked, he voice seeming to strike fear in the heart of the poor working-class wizard..



“The… The head of the department of the control of magical creatures wants to talk to you.. It’s urgent.. Just PLEASE come with me..” He man said, now holding a snitch in his side, and placing his other hand on the door to stop it from closing.. All the while keeping a fearful and wary eye on Riddick.. Harry didn’t blame him, and actually felt a little sorry for the poor guy.



Harry and Riddick both froze and frowned. They looked at one another with significant sideways glances.. Harry didn’t like the sound of that, and Riddick couldn’t help but completely agree.. Harry couldn’t help but be worried that someone had snitched, or had found out…



“Look; I’m sure it just something to do with paperwork, by whatever it is, my boss in laying on me pretty hard.. I’m sure it won’t take long, just please?..” The man said, looking a bit desperate. Harry suddenly remembered that he had requested a large group of files from the department. Some might h=be confidential… but all that might tell him something about his parents…



Harry looked to Riddick and nodded. “I think I know what he’s talking about… Come on..” Harry said, now stepping out of the lift, Fallowing the worker closely, and Riddick fallowed closely as well.. But not before staring down at the worker with a fearful glare..



Harry then fallowed the worker to the department of care and magical creatures. Apparently one of the few offices that actually had a door. The man walked in, and immediately motioned for Harry and Riddick have a desk on the other side of the main desk. Harry smiled and waved him off.. Riddick just crossed his arms and waited for him to go..



The Man then smiled weakly at Harry, and mumbled “I’ll go get the boss..” and seemed to flee behind the office door to the left of the desk. Harry turned and gave a look to Riddick.. “That’s YOUR fault..” seeming written on his face. Riddick just gave a cold and slow shrug…



Harry shook his head, and looked to the desk in front of him, wondering if this was the desk the guy that had come to get him worked at…



It was then a loud SQUEAK was heard from the direction of the door. Harry immediately turned, expecting to see a little girl standing there. To his surprise Harry found himself staring at a old wirey-hair Auror he had meet before.



“Dawlish?..” Harry asked. He hadn’t seen him in years, and last he heard, Dawlish was still working hard cases. Still planting false information, as always protecting High-priority witnesses..



“Harry?.. Wow, I’m surprised to see you here..”



“Surprised to see me?.. I thought I heard a mouse, and I turned to find you…”



“Oh, Well..” Dawlish said, looked behind him, then back to Harry. “That wasn’t technically a mouse, but she’s as good as..” Dawlish said with a smirk.



Harry looked away from the Auror, to look at the girl that was standing behind the Auror.. Dawlish seemed to understand, and took a step to the left, out of the way. Harry’s eyes immediately widened at the supernatural sight.



She had the softest, Sweetest face you would ever see. Heart shaped, just like Tonks with doll-like cheek bones. Her skin was sun-kissed hue of mother of pearl, and even as her meek and broken eyes refused to look up, Harry saw the hues of hazel shining out at him. The look fully completed with the carefully trimmed blonde bangs and the long snow-white waterfall of her hair that disappeared behind her back… If Harry didn’t know where was no such thing as angels, he would have passed her off as one.. But he knew better. She was Definitely a Veela. And a Submissive..



“What..” Harry said, only stopping when he noticed she jumped a little at the sound of his voice.. She looked ready to sprout wings and fly out of the office. Being a Veela, Harry wasn’t so sure that she couldn’t do just that. Harry berated himself, and spoke much more softly.



“I’m sorry… My name’s Harry.. What’s yours?..” He asked carefully.. The girl seemed to hear him. But still looked down.. It was only then the Harry noticed that she didn’t have smile on her face. With so bright a look, he had just assumed.. She then seemed to look sideways to Dawlish for a second, as if pleading for him for the answer, then looked back down to the ground..



Then, in the most oddly song-like voice Harry had ever heard; she replied.



“Cinna.. Cinna Greengrass…”



Harry nodded back at her. “Pleased to meet you… So coming in?…” Cinna smiled lightly at him, and finally stepped into office. Dawlish fallowing her protectively but with a thankful smile to Harry. Cinna then walked over and sat down comfortable at the desk chair. Seeming to sink into the seat in front of their eyes.



Harry now managed to steal a glance to Riddick. Riddick seemed to be frowning lightly as he looked from Harry, to Cinna, and then back to Harry. Harry seemed to frown back… He didn’t know what was up with Riddick, but if it was the same thing that was going though Harry’s, it was something along the line of “Victim…”



“AHH…. Mr. Potter.. So glad you finally decided to show up..” said a Poisonous voice from behind Harry.. Harry immediately turned to the door to the left door of the office..



Oh, dear bloody god, No.. Harry thought, as they stepped there way into the main office.



“We’ve been trying to get a hold of for weeks.. But apparently you don’t feel the need to answer your owls, or even let the ministry know where to floo you!! Very Bad form, dear, VERY Bad…”



How.. In.. The Bloody.. Hell.. Is she still working here?.. Harry thought as he glared at the offending Frog-like face…



“Why, Hello, Umbridge… I have to say, I’m completely shocked to still see you out of Azkaban..”



Umbridge’s flat face contorted into a sinister glare, as she opened the door behind her…



“Why don’t you come on in, Dear.. we have a lot to talk about…” She said slowly..



Harry suddenly regretted ever sending that request for information to this office…

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*Curled up on sofa with comfort tea.* Here it is. Part two… so take care, enjoy yourself, and leave reviews. I’ll always reply on the next chapter, and answer any question; even if the answer is “Read and find out..”



See you on my Draco/Vaako story, or next chapter, whichever you decide to read first.



OH, Next chapter; What umbridge wants (Has nothing to do with the information request), the Minister and a cute Teddy!!… No, not THAT kind of Teddy.



Reveiwer responses!!!



Dragonsblood13 ~ *Winces* I hope your mother does well, and that the doctors she goes to can help.. I know how terrifying and stressful that can be, and I’m glad that my fic can help take you away from that, if even for a little while… I hope for the best, and please to keep me informed. Best of luck (and health) to you and your mom.

Ero-Kitsune ~ >..< I’m SORRY, I’M SORRY, FORGIVE ME!!! O.o… OMG, those where a lot of good questions.. Luckily Dumbledore is already dead; But that won’t help him much….

And as for Inari and Shinigami having mercy on Riddick’s and Harry’s enemies; Inari is a warrior, and Shinigami is the god of death himself.. I pretty dang sure they would be on Riddick and Harry’s side… LMAO!!



Yanayugi ~Thank you so much!! ^.6 Glad you love it!

Jan ~LOL! Well, They don’t do thing normally, do they?

Panda ~Great questions, have any more, let me know!

Vampirezdarkgurl ~*Hugs* YAY! Another second-reviewer. Glad to see you got some sleep and got to pick up what you missed before. I hope I answered your question well enough for you. ^.^

ZaraXaos ~I know!! Sorry! …. O.O PLUSHIE RIDDICK?!!???!! O.O… *YOINKS, and Cuddles.* ^.^ Thank you, and LOL at the Question!! It amused me greatly.

Dark Illusions ~I JUST started Betaing the chapters.. Sorry, I’ll get them up soon, I promise. Thank you for not letting that stop you from enjoying the story...

Sakura ~No Problem! You know I love answering questions. ^.^ And.. Story idea.. O.O!!! Tell me, Tell me, Tell me!!!! Or I’ll E-mail you.

Nkundra ~Don’t feel bad, I can’t whistle for the life of me. OMG!! *Starts singing the Snakes on a Plane song.* “OH-I’M READY FOR IT!! (COME ON, BRING IT!!) And Dear…. If its Violence you want; I shall be more then happy to give! Stay tuned, and I shall deliver, I promise. Thanks for the great question as well!

Angel ~FEW!! You had me worried there for a little bit. ^.^ Thank you for your wonderful review, and I’m sorry that your heart stopped. ^.^ I’ll have EMT’s standing by for you next time, I promise. ^.^ I hope you like the Sequel and the Draco/Vaako story.

W.O, Poetry. ~Thank you so very much! A review like yours really lifts my spirit, and keeps me writing. I’m glad you enjoy it so much. ^.^ Thank you.

KageMori ~*bows*

Sannah ~There will be much more fighting later on, don’t worry. ^.^ I’m glad you like my updating and that I answer questions. Thanks for letting me know how you feel about my work. ^.^ Thanks for the question, as well.

Nicky2anna ~Good questions; Sorry I’m stingy!!

Daisy ~AWW!! Thanks.

Evalhanne ~Glad you like it, and I know! Naughty, Naughty Twins!! *Winks*