Bab 36: More Than A Legend
Chapter 36: More Than A Legend
Iris and Astoria were on their guard, carefully circling around Harry with their wands pointed at him, who like always was too relaxed while fighting the two powerful third year witches. He didn't even draw his wand out. If they didn't know his fighting prowess they would have been insulted by it. But for now they were just thankful.
In a swift move, both friends started raining stunners and disarmers at him. In an impressive display of his peak physical capacity, he dodged and jumped out of the spell paths.
He suddenly ran towards Astoria, momentarily ignoring his sister.
'This is my chance!' Iris whipped her wand and shot a condensed sphere of air at his back. It was one of the spells he had taught her this year.
As if having eyes in the back of his head, he saw her attack and did a graceful backflip. For a fraction of second when the three of them were aligned, Iris was able to see her fellow third year, while Harry was still in the air, she saw Astoria's surprised look and heard her panicked yelp as she was thrown off her feet as the swirling globe of air collided with her chest. Astoria was carried by the impact and fell ten feet away from where she was standing earlier.
'Fuck! I took out my own ally from this match.' Iris cursed in her mind.
Only if that was the problem.
No, while Iris had sent the air ball aiming at Harry, Astoria hadn't been idle, she too had attacked him, with a disarming spell. Now that Harry was in mid-air, the spell hissed through the empty air and crashed into Iris, missing the intended target which was supposed to be Harry.
All this happened in just a couple of seconds. But for Iris it felt like a slow motion disaster. She was able to see and understand everything that went wrong.
She felt her fingers forcefully snap open. She saw her wand flying towards where Harry had finished his flip, landing on his feet and turning around on his heels, facing her. She saw his frown as he plucked her spinning wand through the air.
"Tut tut. You both have become rusty. You were both taken out in just half a minute. I think you are spending too much time on the quidditch field and are forgetting your duelling lessons." Harry remarked, his disapproval clear in his voice. He walked towards where Astoria was lying on the floor and was grumbling under her breath.
He kneeled beside her and touched her chest where he knew a bruise was already forming.
"And this is what you get for ignoring my lessons, luv." He chidded her gently, healing her in a second.
"Does your healing require squeezing my breast?" Astoria inquired, not commenting on his criticism. Though she wouldn't ignore it. She and Iris were absolutely going to find some time for more duelling after how easily they got their arse kicked.
"Nope! But I have to enjoy myself one way or another. And I didn't enjoy the duel." Harry said with a wry grin, his hand slipping under her top, caressing the smooth skin on her soft swell where there should have been a black inflaming bump from her injury. But since he had healed it there wasn't any. He retracted his hand and stood up. Though he didn't miss the chance at touching her nipple in a tantalising manner. She rolled her eyes, her cheeks reddening as she felt the pleasurable tingle. She accepted his hand as he pulled her up. The duo moved to the sofa where Iris was sitting and squirmed when Harry's eyes fell on her.
"I am sorry, brother. I won't disappoint you. I will even stop playing quidditch if you want me to. I will become the best duellist." She babbled nervously. Harry sighed and sat beside her and put his arm around her. She melted in his embrace, snuggling to his side.
"You don't have to. I am not saying you have to stop enjoying your hobbies and passion. And since the Quidditch tournament between the three schools will start after the second task I can't be too mad. I respect that you take your sport seriously and am extremely proud that you have been selected for Hogwarts team. That's good and all. But it doesn't excuse the steep decline in your fighting skills. I am not asking you to become a master duellist, I just don't want you to forget what you have learnt until now. Okay?" He said softly, kissing her forehead and squeezing her shoulders.
"Okay." Iris agreed readily with a smile, burying her face on his shoulder. While her fear of being abandoned by her brother had vanished long ago, she still felt insecure once in a while.
But Harry was always there to hug her or kiss her. He was always there to put a beaming smile on her face. She could never get used to how amazing it felt being with him. She would never take his gestures of affections for granted. She had hungered for that all of her life at the orphanage. But not anymore. She was grateful for that.
"Do you need an invitation, luv? Come on, sit down." Harry chuckled at Astoria who was silently standing and smiling in front of them.
"Just didn't want to interrupt your moment." Astoria laughed and slumped beside him, not complaining when he pulled her in his side, his arm snaking around her back.
"Since we are on the topic of Quidditch. Let me ask you how both of you are faring?"
"My practice is going fine. I don't have much competition for the spot of seeker. Cho is a good one but she isn't as skilled as me. I am already selected in the starting seven. I will make you proud by winning this tournament." Iris proclaimed confidently. Harry grinned at her enthusiasm.
"Good. Do your best. What about you, luv? Why are you silent?" He questioned Astoria who was a bit stiff in his arm. He heard her sigh and knew that not everything was fine for her.
"Unlike Iris, I haven't been chosen for the starting seven. The spot for chasers is full. The trio of Gryffindor girls are hard to beat. I know I am not as skilled as them and will be just sitting as an extra during the whole tournament. It is quite frustrating." Astoria mumbled in annoyance.
"Yeah, I guess I see the problem. Angelina, Alicia and Katie are famously known for their skills and their brilliant team play. You don't really stand a chance." Harry pondered out loud.
"Gee, thanks, luv. I am feeling so appreciated and supported." Astoria said sarcastically. Harry adjusted between the girls so he could smile at her.
"It's fine, Astoria. You are just thirteen with only one year of playing experience while the Gryffindor chasers are far older and more experienced than you. There's nothing you can do other than hope one of them gets injured. Your not being chosen is just bad luck and not because you are unskilled. I still remember the day at the tryouts last year. You both were so amazing on the brooms that I couldn't help but cheer out loud. And I am far from being a quidditch fanatic. That's saying something."
Astoria and Iris shared a nostalgic glance. They did remember how embarrassing and joyous it was to hear their names screamed out loud while everyone in the stand was silent. She giggled at recalling how Tracey and Daphne had scooted away from him and acted like they didn't know the stupid boy who was hollering their names.
"Come on. Now, forget about Quidditch and pay attention." Harry stood up and led them towards an open space where he could teach them new moves.
The two third years diligently paid attention to him and enjoyed the time they spent with him. With all of these school competitions and Tri wizard tournament, it was a rare chance that they could do that. They tried to enjoy every single second of it.
~~~
When Fleur had led him towards her carriage, when she had asked him to meet her family who had come to see her perform in the second task, he hadn't thought that the first thing he would experience after entering her room would be a collision with an energetic small girl.
He was momentarily puzzled when small arms encircled around him tightly. He saw blue sparkling eyes staring at him in wonder from his chest. She babbled happily in french. He didn't understand a single word. He just smiled kindly and wrapped his own hands around her and nodded in between when he thought it was required.
"Yes, yes, Gabby. He is THE Harry Potter. Now stop embarrassing me. Harry, stop nodding as if you understand what she is talking about. I don't get everything she says when French is my own language. She talks too fast for us mere humans to comprehend." Fleur smiled amusedly, pulling her little sister away from him and scolding her playfully in her native tongue.
The little girl pouted but stepped beside her mother to properly introduce herself. Now that Harry was free from the little girl's grasp, he looked at the two females standing in front of him. The younger girl, who was earlier wrapped around him, was 8 years old and had silvery blonde hair and crystal blue eyes just like her elder sister. She was Gabrielle Delacour.
Their mother, Apolline Delacour smiled warmly at him. She too shared the silvery hair and blue eyes with her daughters. She must be in her late thirties or early forties but looking at her right now, he swore she didn't look older than 25. She was a beautiful woman. Very beautiful woman indeed. It was an effort not to let his eyes wander down her pale neck since her white dress showed a decent amount of enticing cleavage.
"My name is Gabrielle." The little girl struggled in speaking English and gave him a bow. Fleur shot her an encouraging smile which made her finish her sentence, "Nice to meet you."
Harry moved and stopped in front of her before patting her head.
"Nice to meet you too, Gabrielle. Your sister talks a lot about you." He smiled at her flustered look.
She looked so cute. Was he this tiny when he was 8?
"As Fleur has told you, I am Apolline Delacour. It's great seeing you in person, Harry. Fleur mentions you in her every letter."
Harry smiled at her too.
"I can't really believe that you are their mother. You are too young looking for that." Harry teased, opting to hug her instead of kissing her proffered hand. She embraced him back and giggled when they parted, not acting surprised by his informal greeting.
"I get that a lot." she said.
"Understandable." Harry grinned, finally letting his gaze run from her head to toe, taking in her curvy figure before travelling back to her face. "You sure they are not adopted children or something? Even at best you only look like their elder sister."
Apolline shot him an amused smirk while Fleur gave him an annoyed look before dragging him away from her mother. Gabrielle snickered at their antics, not totally understanding what was happening.
"Really Harry? At least don't flirt with my mother in front of me!" she pouted, wrapping her arms around his possessively.
"Oh? Does that mean he can flirt with me when you are not around? Choose your words wisely, flower." Apolline said sultrily. Fleur blushed in embarrassment.
"Mother! Don't encourage him. I think introductions are already done. I am taking Harry back to the castle. We can arrange another time to meet again." she groaned and marched him out of the carriage. They could hear Gabrielle's loud whining, most probably wanting to tag along with them.
They walked through the Hogwarts ground. Harry was humming under his breath while Fleur was trying to smoothen her scowl.
"What's got you knickers in a twist? Is it because I flirted with your mother?" Harry questioned her when he noticed her displeased face.
"Yes." she replied succinctly.
"Oh Fleur, don't be jealous. It was just harmless flirting. I was just appreciating her jaw dropping body. She is smoking hot. You can't deny that. Though I don't actually need her since I already have the prettiest veela with me." he chuckled, wrapping his arm around her waist. She gave him a pointed look but her eyes were gleaming proudly at being called 'prettiest veela'.
"So, you won't try to get into her knickers?" she asked with narrowed eyes.
"Not really. Though if she is interested in me and approaches me then I won't mind a tumble with her." he half joked. While he would refrain if Fleur requests it, which she hadn't done yet, he wouldn't actually mind enjoying the mature body of his friend's mother. He didn't have any experience with an older woman. He would be excited for a new experience. His sexual partners were all just teenagers. Daphne, Fleur and Tracey. While all three were very beautiful, they still were growing. They weren't in their prime yet.
"Then I don't need to worry. My mama and papa are a happy couple and are totally loyal to each other. Even though my papa isn't here due to his work, my mama won't become an adulterer in this brief time." Fleur answered confidently.
"Good then. I won't do anything too indecent but don't expect me to not flirt with your mother. She is fun when she flirts back. And as I mentioned earlier, she is smoking hot. I will try to control myself but I make no promises." Harry smirked, ducking under the swipe of her hand.
"You little lecher! Leave my mother out of your dirty mind." Fleur yelled, giving him a chase. Harry just laughed, taunting her more.
~~~
Harry was sinking. He was panting, sweating, flailing. He was in the sea of flesh as he sat in the centre of the bed. Usually people would try to stay afloat in the drowning sea but Harry was content as he was pushed on his back. He was fine as a curtain of silky blonde mane hid their faces as he laid down. He tasted sweet breath as soft lips pressed on his. Lips so satisfying to crush with his own.
He moaned in her mouth as her tongue invaded his lips and his mind. His eyes were closed as he tried to feel all their touches. He trembled as damp warmth swallowed his crotch, as full lips wrapped around his girth. His hand clung to her scalp, the scalp of a brunette haired girl who was servicing him with her head between his legs. He was lost in the sea of pleasure as the other girl, Daphne, ceased her kissing and sat on his face, finally sinking him to the seabed. He wasn't breathing, his tongue and lips were doing a far more important job than taking in extra air. They were taking in her soft musky scent as his lips dug in her sopping crevice. Her moans were melodic and yet so far as if it was coming from another room. The slurping sounds of the other girl were a sharp contrast to the gentle moans. Still, the two voices made his erection throb with want.
Sweet nectar poured into his mouth and he himself released his semen. Daphne arched her back, and clamped her arse cheeks on his face while Tracey greedily drank up his seeds.
It was an inception of a chaotic dance as the three bodies collided for the pleasure of flesh. He saw through half lidded eyes as Tracey sat on him, straddling his hips and took in his still erect manhood in her love tunnel. His hands gripped her slim waist, his fingers clutching her curves like a man hanging by a rope from a cliff. Her hiss was full of pleasure as her nether lips parted for his entrance. His breath left him when her hot insides wrapped around his girth needfully. The dance began then. The slow thrusts and the gyrating hips.
Daphne wasn't idle while the two were mating. She kneeled over his stomach, facing the other girl and showing him her behind. The perfect pear shaped behind, the fleshy arse of hers inflamed his lust. His hands left the waist of Tracey and sank in the abundant flesh of Daphne. The cute surprised yelp as he pulled her butt down, sitting her on his stomach made him smirk.
She turned her head to look at him. The bright dark eyes, sweat dripping from her beautiful pale face and her dishevelled hair just made him more stiff. Her pretty pink lips turned into a fond smile as she grinded on his stomach, rubbing her wetness on his skin.
Tracey grabbed Daphne's face and smashed her lips on hers while she bounced in Harry's lap.
The dance was getting faster and faster. He was burning even when he was buried on the sea bed. But this burn was so addictive that he didn't know whether to prolong it or reach the soothing climax. His decision was made when Tracey slumped against Daphne, showering his thrusting manhood with her release. Harry, who was gripping Daphne's rear as she grinded on his stomach, reaching for her own release, began humping his pelvis inside the tired stationary Tracey who was sluggishly embracing the blonde girl. The tired scream of hers on the neck of Daphne was joined by Harry's grunt as he too climaxed, spilling his sizzling cum in her core.
Daphne too quivered visibly and lotioned his stomach with her womanly fluids. The two girls finally let him go and he wasn't in the depth of the seabed anymore. He was now laid atop his comfy bed with his best friends pressed into him from either side. Their soft and sweaty bodies felt like the heat of a furnace but he didn't desire the heat to go. With their naked bodies tangled together, Harry whispered a single word, finally breathing easily.
"Wow."
~~~
"Iris, tonight the Hogwarts staff will take you and put you in an enchanted sleep. Then they will place you in the middle of the great lake tomorrow for the second task. The champions then will have to retrieve the 'one who they will miss the most' to win the task. I am revealing this to you so you won't be taken by surprise." Harry explained to her.
Their group was meeting in the room of requirement for an important meeting.
"Sure, brother. I believe in you." Iris piped up at being referred to as 'one he will miss the most'. Harry nodded at her before looking towards Fleur who was sitting on an armchair.
"Gabrielle will be selected for you. Do you have a plan or do you need help?"
"I have a plan. But I won't mind your help if I am unsuccessful in retrieving her. Usually, I am confident in my skills but the water is not the best fighting ground for me. And I don't want to take risks regarding Gabby." Fleur answered reluctantly.
"Okay. If you are incapacitated, I will retrieve Gabby for you." Harry smiled at her reassuringly. Fleur sighed and nodded at him gratefully.
"Everyone can go now. Fleur, remain behind." Harry said in the end. The other girls left the room to resume the work they were doing before the abrupt meeting. Fleur stared at him curiously as he stood up and walked to her.
"I think it's finally time to give you this." Harry began, pulling out an Ouroboros necklace from his pocket. Fleur's eyes widened at the sight of a black snake motif pendant. The shade of the emerald gem encircled by the metal snake biting its own tail looked similar to Harry's eyes. She dazedly pulled up her hair, baring her neck. Harry leaned down since she was still sitting, and put on the necklace around her neck. As the weight of the pendant settled on her chest, she shot out of the chair and embraced Harry tightly before pulling him in a searing kiss.
Harry wrapped his arms around her and kissed her back.
Fleur had seen this necklace around Harry's friends' neck. Tracey, Daphne, Iris and Astoria, all had one of this necklace. Now that she finally had one too, she felt like she was finally included in the family. When they pulled back she had a beaming smile on her face.
~~~
Harry scowled as he woke up the next day. The lack of his sister's naked body pressed against him was an unusual feeling. Not a wanted one. He had gotten used to waking up with her soft nude form squashed against his.
She didn't come to his room last night, meaning the Hogwarts staff had taken her for the second task. Usually, he would sense if she was in danger due to the Ouroboros necklace but as he already knew the aim of the second task, he had taken Iris' necklace earlier so she could be 'kidnapped' by the organisers otherwise no spells would have worked on her due to it. The Ouroboros necklace made her totally invincible against magical attack after all. And that thought, that he didn't know about her current safety made him uneasy. Even if something happened to her now, he wouldn't know immediately. He was completely in the dark regarding her health. He shook his head stubbornly. Nothing was going to happen to her. Iris was safe, he had everything and everyone under control. He wouldn't take undue stress.
After he met his friends and bid them goodbye to go to the lake for the task, he hurried to his destination. The sooner it was finished, the sooner his dear sister would be in his arms.
As the four champions stood on the pier above the great lake, Harry absent-mindedly observed his surroundings.
Ahead of him was the lake and behind him was a ginormous structure which could house thousands of seats. It was a bit like an arena facing the lake. Even though there were so many people, they were all silent at the moment as Bagman explained the task to the audience and the participants. It was all good and expected but what wasn't was a large screen hovering in the midair. It was like a very big flat screen TV with four equal partitions, obviously for the four champions.
Apparently, it was a new and revolutionary invention which will change the wizarding world for the better. It was also great that these screens were present in every magical town throughout the world. The first task and the duelling championship had garnered well needed attention from other magical communities. And since the owner/inventor of these screens was too wealthy, he had quickly placed them all over the magical world for free advertisement.
Four small cubes with lenses were hovering behind the four champions which were connected to the screens and will show their actions live. Harry couldn't be more pleased by it. Now, not only Britain but the world would be awed by him. He hid a smile, this would just make it more easier to implement his plan.
His eyes fell on Fleur who was shivering behind him in a silver one piece swimsuit. While Fleur had tried to be very conservative, her beauty and curves still couldn't be hidden by her plain garment.
Harry saw that she wasn't wearing the Ouroboros necklace as instructed by him. It would be chaos if the world saw the power of his necklace. It would cause a shite storm when they realise that no direct spells were affecting her. So, Harry had asked her to leave it behind for the task. Just like he did with Iris. There was no need to advertise his magical artefact to the world. And honestly, it wasn't as if these two needed any protection since he was near them.
He discreetly used his Deus and made Fleur warm from head to toe. Her eyes widened as the cold seemingly vanished, as if a bright sun had devoured the stormy clouds. She shot Harry a grateful look who just smiled at her.
When the task began, the three champions jumped into the freezing water while Harry simply stood on the pier. He squinted his eyes and moved his head from left to right, glaring at the vast lake.
~~~
"What is he doing?" Hermione asked Jasmine who looked curious too.
A light so bright forced them to close their eyes.
"Is that a trident!" Hermione yelled after they opened their eyes.
~~~
Harry raised his right hand up and curled his fingers in.
Suddenly there was a flash of white light which blinded everyone for a brief second. When everyone could see again, they all gasped at the sight on the screen.
Harry Potter held a 5 feet long silver trident which looked ethereal with moonlight halo hung on its lustrous surface. Even in the sunlight, the silver trident seemed as bright as any star on a moonless night.
They all could see the teenager's serene face as he raised the divine weapon and brought it down with a thump on the wooden landing.
That was the day, that was the moment when the magicals all over the world suspected that Harry Potter was more than a powerful wizard. That he was more than a prodigious boy.
That he was even more than a legend.
~~~
Dumbledore and other organisers looked on disbelievingly as the Great Lake swirled powerfully, as the winds began billowing, as the chaos reigned and the waters of the Great Lake itself parted.
The enormous water mass divided in two, making the way for the trident holder. A four feet wide dry path formed in the lake.
Harry simply flew hundreds of feet down and landed softly on the dry lake bed with the recording cube following behind him.
There were patches of weeds scattered around the lake bed but no water animals. He looked on either side of him, at the two hundreds of metre long waves stopped from merging back together, stopped from attaining its natural equilibrium. He could see fishes and magical beasts looking at him in awe and confusion from within the water.
Harry walked on with a gentle pace, not in any hurry, the recording cube hovering around him. Ten minutes later, he entered the small village of the merpeople.
From the water, merpeople around their houses were bowing, looking at him reverently or more accurately at his silver trident. They had even stopped singing their melodic songs and were looking at the ground in clear submission when his gaze fell on them.
Harry ignored them all and looked at the big stone statue of a merperson. While the statue was crude and ugly, his attention was on it because of the four people tied to its tail. While the other three hostages were still in the water, Iris alone was sitting on the dry lake bed with her hands tied to the statue. And she was conscious too, staring at the two colossal waves on either side of her.
"I see, you have gone overboard as always." Iris smiled from where she was sitting.
Harry twirled the trident in his hands and it seemingly vanished into the thin air. He approached her hurriedly. He cut her restraints and cast a drying charm on her since water was still dripping from her damp red hair.
"Come on. Let's get this show done so we can go back to the castle." Harry said, offering his hand. Iris pouted and instead of accepting his hand, raised her two arms.
"I am tired. I don't want to walk." Iris demanded cutely. Harry gave a fond huff and picked her up. Iris giggled and wrapped her arms and legs around him, resting her chin on his shoulder. Harry enclosed her slim waist in his embrace and began walking from where he came.
"I love it when you spoil me, brother. It makes me feel very happy. Which in turn makes me give you more happy naughty times." Iris whispered in his ear and gave him a loud wet kiss on his cheek, grinning at him playfully.
"While I am all up for your affection, love. Keep it in pants until we are alone. We are being watched. The cube flying behind me is showing the whole world what we are doing."
Harry chuckled as her face turned scarlet and she buried her embarrassed face in his neck not having known that they were being recorded. Fortunately, the cube could only record the visuals and not the audio.
When they reached the wooden landing and climbed up, they were met with stunned silence. Every pair of eyes was on him. His lips quirked up and he led his sister to Madam Pomfrey, who like usual got over her shock quicker than others and began inspecting them.
As he sat on the pier with his sister cuddled beside him and both wrapped around a thick blanket, he confessed to himself that this silence was more gratifying than a thunderous applause would ever be.
"Fall." Harry whispered and the partition in the lake stopped. The two waves slammed against each other, closing the gap between them.
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