The Only One

Chapter 11

I woke up in the Hogwarts infirmary in my favorite bed. Madam Pomfrey came bustling over as soon as I opened my eyes. Mrs. Weasley was sitting in a chair beside my bed dosing. She woke with a start when Madam Pomfrey spoke.

“Well, Mr. Potter, you managed to really do it this time. I had to call in a healer from St. Mungo’s to help me once I got you here. You were in a right mess.”

“What’s the verdict?” I croaked out.

“You’ll be fine, Mr. Potter. A couple of your ribs were shattered and the pieces tore through your lungs. I suspect all that protection you wear is the only reason you survived but I’m not sure even that helped enough. It was close but the healer and I managed to vanish all the broken bone fragments, and then healed your lungs. Skele-gro did the rest.”

She gave me some water to drink.

“How long was I out?”

“Two days.”

“When can I leave?”

“When I say you can, Mr. Potter, and not before.”

I gave her my puppy dog look and smiled. She smiled back.

“Probably by tomorrow, Mr. Potter. I will see how you do today before I make my decision. Now talk to Molly for a second who has sat vigil since you were brought here, then I want you to rest.”

“Mrs. Weasley, you should go home. Get some rest. I’ll do the same.”

“Oh, Harry!” she cried and hugged me. “I thought we had lost you when you fell over. You weren’t breathing at all.”

“I knew since he’d been raised in a Muggle orphanage that he was likely to use a Muggle weapon too. He surprised me though, plus he was alone. I don’t think he has any Death Eaters left or any more willing to join him. Why else would he be alone? I will have to be very careful from now on and figure out a way to take him down. He won’t take any chances the next time we meet. Probably go for a head shot.”

“You stop worrying about that Harry. You can deal with that later. You need to rest now.”

I turned to Mrs. Weasley. “Thanks for being here for me, Mrs. Weasley. It’s nice to have someone care enough.”

“Just because you have black hair Harry instead of red doesn’t mean you’re not one of mine. You’d do well to remember that,” she said patting my hand.

I smiled as my eyes wanted to close.

“Get some rest Harry. I’ll send Ron and some of the others over so they’ll be here when you wake up.”

“Thanks, Mrs. Weasley,” I said then closed my eyes.

As soon as Madam Pomfrey let me out of there I headed back home as fast as I could. I had several messages on my phone from Gwen. I called her as soon as I got back home.

“Harry, where have you been? My parents left again the next day and you were nowhere to be found. I drove back to the beach house but you haven’t returned my calls.”

“I’m sorry Gwen. I had a spot of trouble Christmas night when I was leaving my friend’s house. I just got back home and saw your missed calls.”

“What happened?”

“I’d rather not discuss it over the phone so I’ll just come over and tell you all about it, if that’s okay with you, that is?”

“Sure, Harry. Come on over.”

“Okay. See you in a few minutes.”

“Bye Harry.”

I drove my Bentley over to Gwen’s and gave her an abridged version of being attacked by Voldemort. She did her best to comfort me and provide me with a distraction from my attack. Overall, it worked fairly well. We even managed to make up for lost time.

What I didn’t tell her was my discussions with Dumbledore and Remus while I was still a prisoner of Madam Pomfrey. We discussed in length about my idea that Voldemort was all alone now. There was always a possibility that he had some followers left or even some that joined recently. But, why would he come alone if he had any followers at all?

Maybe he didn’t want to risk them and he was just determined to do it himself. Who knows for sure? I guess if we don’t see any additional Death Eater attacks, or if Voldemort decides to attack all by himself like he did me, then we will have our answer.

Lucky for me, he thinks too highly of himself. Had he been smart he should have just kept shooting and even made some head shots to finish me off. But no, he had to gloat and it cost him. Too bad I couldn’t get him when I retaliated. Somehow, I’m going to have to figure out a way to kill him. I have to.

I’m the only one.

I spent a lot of time with Gwen for the rest of the holidays.

“Harry, can I tell you something that’s been on my mind for several months now?”

“Sure. What’s up?”

“I don’t want to scare you off. Believe me that is the last thing I want. However, I think I need to tell you how I truly feel about you.”


“Harry, I know that when we started this thing we have… sorry I’m not really sure what to call it… we didn’t have plans for anything serious. Right?”


“I’m afraid that I’ve failed in that regard.”

“You mean…?”

“Yes, Harry. I have not been able to get you out of my head all semester. I’ve had several guys ask me out on a date but I kept saying ‘no.’ I finally went out with one guy just to try and push myself to participate a little and hopefully get you off my mind, but during the whole date I was thinking of how much I missed you. I ended up telling the guy that and apologized profusely. He was understanding though, a really nice guy. He’s become one of my good friends.”

“So, you like, like me?”

“At least that Harry. You’re not going to pull a runner are you? I didn’t scare you away, did I?” she asked worriedly.

“No, no. As you might have guessed by now, I’m not easily scared. I will tell you though that I believe I like, like you too. Unfortunately, I’m young and inexperienced with love. My parents died early and my relatives never really showed me any. This makes me very slow in that area. I’m still figuring things out. As soon as I do I will give you a more definite response.”

“Harry, I didn’t tell you that just so you would feel pressured to reciprocate. I fully expected you to not feel that way. I spent three and a half years with one guy in school before realizing it wasn’t the real deal. My perception of love may be skewed as well. However, I’ve only spent a few short weeks with you and there’s a huge difference in how I feel about you compared to him. It’s much more real. The feelings run much deeper.”

“We’re both pretty young, Gwen. We have plenty of time to figure all this out. If it makes you feel any better, I’d like to ask you a question.”

“Okay. What would you like to ask?”

“Would you be my girlfriend?”

“Oh, Harry!”

Gwen jumped into my arms and kissed me hard. She put her arms around my neck and wrapped her legs around my waist. I just stood there supporting us both. I had to place my hands on her bum to help hold her up.

“Is that a yes?” I asked when we came up for air.

“Yes, yes, yes, Harry. I will gladly be your girlfriend. Man, I wish we went to the same school. I’m really going to miss you now next semester.”

“Same here.”

She just looked at me for a few seconds, then spoke quietly.

“Harry, I’ll understand if you sleep with other girls while we’re apart. It’s difficult to stop for a long period of time once you start and as a teenage boy I know you have strong urges.”


“I just don’t want you feeling guilty if you sleep with another girl before we figure out our relationship fully.”

“Wait a minute. Are you saying you want to sleep with other guys while we’re apart?”

“No, Harry, no. Not at all. I haven’t slept with anyone else since you this past summer. I just wasn’t interested with you constantly on my mind.”

“Well, that’s what being a boyfriend means to me. It means that as long as we’re in a relationship together then you’re the only person I have sex with. I would not have asked you to be my girlfriend if I planned to continue to sleep with other girls.”

She just stared at me with a smile on her face and a tear ran down her cheek.

We had that entire conversation with my hands still holding Gwen up by her bum and she still had her legs and arms wrapped around me. Afterwards, she kissed me again. When we stopped kissing she hugged me.

“Take me to bed Harry,” she whispered in my ear.

“But it’s mid-morning.”

“Oh, you still have much to learn. When your girlfriend asks you to take her to bed, what should you do Harry?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said then started walking with Gwen still hanging on.

“Hey, maybe we should try this standing up?” she asked.

“Hmm, could be interesting.”

“Wait a second. You just got out of the hospital a few days ago. Put me down before you hurt yourself.”

“Nope, I’m going to carry you to bed just like you said.”

“I don’t want you to hurt yourself. I wasn’t even thinking when I jumped up on you like that. Please don’t hurt yourself.”

“I’m perfectly fine and once I get you on your bed I’m going to prove it to you.

She moaned into my ear.

“Hey, I haven’t even started yet. What are you moaning about?”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to start without you,” she said sheepishly.

I smiled and laid her gently on her bed crossways then sank down slowly on top of her so I could kiss her nice and slow. She seemed to like that if her moans were any indication. I realized right then and there that mid-morning sessions can be very, very good.

Before I had to go back to Hogwarts, I told Gwen that I had an owl and she would deliver messages for me if I asked her too. I explained that we could use her to stay in touch with letters during the semester if she wanted, especially since my phone wouldn’t work at school and they wouldn’t allow me to give out the address.

She looked at me in a strange way before agreeing to give it a try. I described Hedwig to her and told her I would send her with a message when I went back home. I assured her that Hedwig did not bite and would offer her leg with the note when she arrived. Then she was to remove it from her leg. She could also pet Hedwig and talk to her if she wanted. Hedwig would wait for her to write a response and then bring the letter back to me.

“She’ll do all that?”

“Yes, she’s extremely smart.”

“How will she find me?”

“Oh, well… she can always find me no matter where I’m at so I’ll have her follow me here the first time then once she meets you she’ll be able to find you after that.”

“That’s amazing.”

“You’ll love her. Like you, she’s very beautiful.”

“I bet you say that to all the girls.”

“Uh… not really.”

“Good answer. Now kiss me.”

“Yes ma’am.”

She had no problems with Hedwig and we sent a couple messages back and forth while still on holiday. Gwen was worried though about Hedwig finding her once she was back at school. I had Hedwig follow me over to Gwen’s one day and point blank asked Hedwig if she would have any problems finding Gwen once she was at University.

Hedwig hooted and shook her head.

“See? She says no and if her hoot meant what I think it did then she was offended that I had to even ask. Sorry girl, but Gwen was worried. She’s never used an owl before you. Understand?”

Hedwig flew over and landed on Gwen’s shoulder then nuzzled her head against Gwen’s. I thought Gwen’s chin was going to hit the floor. She managed to compose herself quickly and offered her arm to Hedwig who stepped over onto it. Gwen held her up in front of her.

“I’m sorry Hedwig. I should never have doubted you.”

Hedwig hooted then returned to her post.

“I’d say that meant your apology was accepted,” I offered.

“What Hedwig can do is utterly amazing but I draw the line at you being able to understand owl speak. I’m not falling for that one.”

“I would never claim to understand owl speak, as you so aptly put it, but I do understand Hedwig, at least most of the time I do. You would be surprised how many conversations we’ve had since we became pals when I was eleven. There were times when Hedwig was my only friend during the summers.”

“Oh, yeah, your abominable relatives.”


“Well, I’m glad you had Hedwig for company. I’m sure she more than made up for it.”

“Yes, she’s always been there for me and I hate to break it to you but you’re going to have to work awfully hard to even measure up to my girl.”

“Really? I guess I’ll have to work extra hard then. Don’t worry Hedwig. I’ll take very good care of our boy here.”


“What did she say Harry?”

“I don’t know. I wasn’t paying close attention. She was talking to you anyway. You tell me what she said.”

“I’m not positive but I believe it was either ‘thank you’ or ‘you better!’”

We both laughed.

After Christmas break was over, it was back to Hogwarts for me and Gwen returned to University. However, a day before I returned to Hogwarts I went to the Ministry to take my OWL in Ancient Runes. I received an O.

Professor Babbling was going to allow me into her sixth year class for the second semester if I passed my OWL. The plan was to start and get myself caught up with what they covered last semester. After I was caught up, I could relax a little and finish my NEWT classes on schedule with everyone else.

The six of us who went to the Ministry last June together all sat in the same cabin on the train back to Hogwarts.

“You look really good Harry,” said Luna.

“Thanks Luna. So do you.”

“You survived another attack from Voldemort.”

“Yes, I did. I got lucky that he wanted to gloat instead of finishing the job right away.”

“I don’t think luck had anything to do with it, Harry.”

She didn’t elaborate so the conversation changed to normal subjects for a while. Eventually, I ran into Susan. She was seeking me out. She stuck her head in the door of our cabin.

“Hi, everyone! Could I borrow Harry for a little private chat? It won’t take long, I promise.”

“Sure, Susan, I’ll be right out.”

I didn’t want to have to tell anyone about Gwen. She would be safer that way and I wouldn’t have to deal with all the fallout from announcing that my girlfriend was a Muggle. Now I was worried about what to tell Susan. I was sure she was wanting to schedule another rendezvous as soon as possible since it had been a while since we last had sex. I guess I was going to have to let her in on my secret that I now have a girlfriend and beg her to keep it to herself.

“Hi, Susan, what did you want to talk about?” I asked after I closed the door to my cabin.

“We need to make this private but I don’t know where we can go. Do you?”

“Hang on. I can fix that.”

I waved my wand around us quickly using the Privacy Spell so no one would hear what we were saying.

“You can speak now. No one but us will hear.”

“That’s a neat spell. I’ll have to learn that one,” she said. “Anyway, Harry, I wanted to tell you that I now have a boyfriend and I can’t sleep with you anymore. I’m sorry. I will miss it though. I really enjoyed our times together.”

“Oh, really? Who’s the lucky guy?”

“Ernie. He finally asked me out and now we’re in a relationship. I’ve liked him for a long time now but he was always one of my best friends. Our other best friend, Hannah, likes Neville so she’s not interested in Ernie as a boyfriend. Thank goodness!”

“Well, congratulations Susan! I hope everything works out for you two.”

“So, you’ll be fine?”

“Sure, don’t worry about me. We were never serious, just in it for the stress relief and fun. I’m sure Ernie will be suitable for those needs now.”

“I’m not sure about that Harry but we’ll see how it goes.”

I smiled at her. I was glad I didn’t have to ask her to keep my secret.

“Thanks for being so understanding, Harry. You’re a really great guy. I love your body and I’m thankful for what you did to avenge my family but that’s as far as it goes for me, I’m afraid. You need someone special and I’m not it.”

“Oh, you’re special enough, Susan. Don’t cut yourself short. You’re just not the one for me, but I’ll meet her one day. I’m sure of it. Perhaps after Voldemort is dead.”

“That right there is one of the biggest reasons I’m not it. I’m just a lowly Hufflepuff, loyal and hardworking to the core. You need a brave Gryffindor or someone like that.”

“We’ll see, Susan. We’ll see.”

She raised up on her toes and kissed me on the cheek.

“Thanks, Harry.”

“Talk to you later, Susan,” I said as I cancelled the Privacy Spell and went back into my shared cabin.

“What did Susan want, Harry?” asked Ron.

Hermione elbowed him. I just stared at him in wonder.

“What?” he asked.

“Did you not hear Susan ask for a private chat with Harry, Ron?” asked Hermione. “Did she ask for a private chat with Harry and Ron? No. That means it’s none of your business. Do you ever think before you speak?”

“Sorry, I forgot it was private. My mistake.”

“It’s okay, Ron. I guess you were thinking about something else when she asked. No harm done,” I replied.

Hermione, Ginny, and Neville were all staring at me as I took my seat again. Luna was staring at nothing apparently and Ron was looking down at the floor. After I took my seat, they were still staring at me.

“Stop staring at me you three! I get enough of that. At least Ron asked. What I discussed privately with Susan is not going to show on my face or leak out of my ears so stop staring.”

They all three looked away at the same time, embarrassed.

“That’s better,” I said.

“Did you know that Susan and Ernie are now dating?” asked Luna.

Everyone turned and looked at her.

“She did mention that during our conversation, Luna. She seemed really happy about it too.”

“Oh, yes. She has liked him for a while. She was worried about her friend Hannah liking him too but it turns out Hannah has her eye on someone else.”

Luna slowly turned her head and stared right at Neville. She didn’t say anything more, just stared with a smile on her face. Neville was starting to look uncomfortable after a bit.

“Uh… that’s nice Luna,” said Neville.

Luna just nodded and kept smiling and staring. After another minute, she turned and stared out the window. I was barely keeping it all in, it was just too funny. The others were trying to figure Luna out.

We all formed a sort of bond after our trip to the Ministry together where we fought Death Eaters. Luna was looked at with affection from all of us but that didn’t mean anyone fully understood her. I just happened to be in the know on that last puzzling action.

The others were wondering what I was smiling about. I had no intention of spilling the beans.

During the welcoming feast, it seemed like everything was back to normal. People seemed happier. There had not been any additional attacks other than my own personal one from Voldemort. The Weasleys, Pomfrey, and Dumbledore decided to not tell anyone what had happened. They knew that Voldemort had tried to kill me and failed once again. He didn’t know that I fell over nearly dead after he left and we wanted to keep it that way.

We wanted to keep him worried and off center. He must be worried if no one was coming to join him. We couldn’t know that for sure but it was a good guess. Of course, we were worried about what he would do. The silver lining was the lack of attacks and innocent people dying. Even Dumbledore was keeping quiet, realizing what I had accomplished without him.

He had basically admitted to the Order that what I was doing was working and even stepped down so someone else could lead in this new direction. He still had hang ups about killing anyone and was worried about how all this killing was affecting me or was going to affect me. I looked at it though as a soldier would.

In war, you sometimes have to kill the enemy. It’s as simple as that. In this war, it is imperative that our enemy be slaughtered. Otherwise, they will slaughter us and everyone else who gets in their way. I had no problems understanding that. Now, I just needed to figure out how to take down Voldemort. There had to be a way.

As classes got underway again, I started training harder than normal. I especially worked with my wand more while keeping up with my gun practice. Something told me I would need it.

Gwen and I started sending letters back and forth using Hedwig about once a week. Some of her letters were funny when she told me how her dorm mate was reacting to an owl delivering mail. She said she had to explain that her boyfriend attends this exclusive school where cell phones don’t work and the address of the school is not allowed to be given to any outsiders. Hence, my pet owl who loves to deliver mail between us.

She said her roommate, Lisa, likes Hedwig too, and will pet her while she waits. She even gets water for her and saves bacon from breakfast to feed her. She said I wasn’t kidding when I mentioned Hedwig liked bacon in one of my last letters. I told myself to remember to pay Hedwig more attention the next time I see her and to make sure she received good things to eat from me. Otherwise, my girlfriend and her roommate might steal her from me.

My friends were always curious about who I was getting letters from on a weekly basis but I always read it in private and wouldn’t share. Gwen kept her promise and never mentioned my name to anyone, not even to Lisa. I’d told her if she needed a name then she could use my middle name James and my mother’s maiden name Evans, but never use my real last name. She assured me she was able to keep our relationship private so no one would ask her questions. So far it was working.

Her only problem, she mentioned, was a letter she received from her cousin in America. She said that her cousin and she were very close when they were young but grew apart after they moved away to the U.S. It was mainly due to the distance but she always asked questions about whom Gwen was dating in her letters or phone calls. Gwen said she hated to lie to her cousin but gave the name of James Evans and told her how happy she was with her new boyfriend, even though we were separated right now during the semester for school.

It was after that correspondence when I received a worrying letter from Gwen on the very next delivery. It was almost time for Easter break when I received it.

My dearest Harry,

I’m so sorry but I think I messed up. I used James Evans when I wrote my cousin back but I mentioned and described your beautiful owl Hedwig and how she ferries mail back and forth between us. My cousin somehow figured out who you are. She actually called me on my cell phone after she received my letter and spoke to me, warning me to be very careful. I told her she had to keep this information to herself so I would not be put in danger. She promised she would not tell anyone.

Harry, my cousin and her family are different from me and she told me that you are different like they are. I won’t mention how in a letter but we need to talk as soon as possible. Perhaps over Spring break we could work something out?

I think you have some things to tell me and I have some things to tell you. Please let me know if we can meet over Spring break and where. I really miss you Harry and need to see you.

All my love,


What could she possibly mean by that? It could only be one thing if her cousin knows who I am based on my owl Hedwig. Her cousin must be a witch whose family moved from here to the U.S. when Gwen was younger. Possibly due to the Death Eaters? I definitely needed to speak to her and soon.

I sent a letter back to Gwen outlining my plans and we decided on a place for us to meet. When we broke for Easter holidays, I explained to my friends that I had some private business to take care of so I would see them after the break.

They weren’t too happy with my secrecy but I maintained that some things were Potter business only and they would just have to get over it. Even Dumbledore and McGonagall tried to get me to share my plans but since I’m an adult they got nowhere with their questioning. Besides, who could deny that I can take care of myself?

Finally, classes were over until after the break so I made my way to the Hogwarts gates on Friday afternoon so I could apparate. I could feel eyes on me from the castle. My destination was Cambridge. Gwen attended the University of Cambridge, which was the premier university in the U.K. for studies in Astronomy and Physics. I had looked up safe places to apparate to in the magical district of Cambridge so left Hogwarts with the provided coordinates firmly in mind.

I arrived in the small magical district of Cambridge. It was similar to Diagon Alley but a lot smaller and a whole lot fewer shops. That made sense when Diagon Alley in London was not that far away, especially if you can apparate or use the floo.

I made my way out of the small shopping area and into Cambridge. I then hailed a cab and directed the driver to take me to the hotel Gwen had picked out. I made sure I had plenty of pounds on me and my credit card from Gringotts that worked in the Muggle world. It didn’t take long to get to the hotel so I paid the driver and tipped him well.

As I walked into the lobby of the hotel, I spotted Gwen waiting for me about the same time she spotted me. Our eyes locked and I picked up my walking pace while she took off running and flew into my arms. I had to spin her around to keep from being knocked over. After we hugged, we snogged each other right there in the lobby in front of everyone. We didn’t care.

When we pulled away and stared into each other’s eyes, we both said the same thing at the same time.

“I’ve missed you so much!”

We both laughed and hugged each other again.

“Come on. Let’s get our room so we can talk. I made a reservation,” she said as she pulled me to the front desk.

People were smirking at us as they watched us walk over to the desk. I insisted on paying for the room using my card and we took the elevator up after we were given our key cards. We found our room easy enough and locked ourselves in. Gwen turned to me and whispered.

“Harry, I know that you’re a wizard.”

This was it, I thought.

“Hang on a second,” I said.

I pulled out my wand and performed a Silencing Spell on the room. She just watched me in interest. She did not appear shocked at all at my use of magic.

“We can talk freely now Gwen. No one will hear us outside this room, even if we shout.”

“I think I should go first Harry since I obviously know a bit about you already.”

“Sounds good.”

“My cousin Helen in America is a witch and from what I’ve been told, she’s a pretty powerful one. Both her parents are magical too. My uncle is a wizard and my aunt a witch. They both met while attending Hogwarts together, just like your parents did. My uncle is my mum’s brother. Mum and I are both squibs but Dad is a Muggle. His last name, Peterson, allows us to hide somewhat in the Muggle world.”

“Why do you need to hide other than the obvious Death Eater problems?”

“My mum’s side of the family are direct descendants of Rowena Ravenclaw. In fact my cousin, Helen, is actually Helena, named after Rowena’s daughter.”

“The Grey Lady, Ravenclaw’s ghost.”

“Correct. My mum’s name is Rona which is basically a shortened version of Rowena.”

“But why didn’t you recognize who I am? Or, did you? I can’t go anywhere in the magical world without being recognized. It’s maddening.”

“I never really paid attention to the magical world growing up. We separated ourselves from it to keep ourselves safe. I did spend some time with my cousin until they moved away so I saw a good bit of magic when I visited them. They never talked about you around me and I never saw a picture of you.”

“So, you really didn’t know who I am?”

“Nope, not at all. I’ve been sheltered from the wizarding world most of my life and since Helen left just so she could start school at the Salem Institute, I’ve had very little to do with it. I haven’t even thought about it really. As a squib, I don’t really fit in but it doesn’t bother me that I can’t do magic.”

“How old is Helen?”

“She’s my age, but six months younger than me. She’s in her last year at Salem.”

“Are you sure she’ll keep this secret and not talk to anyone? She could put her own self and her family and friends in danger if she doesn’t.”

“I’m positive. That’s why they left. Even though Voldemort had been defeated, the pureblood attitudes still hadn’t changed. They didn’t want to risk it, especially with their daughter, and direct descendants of any of the founders are always looked at carefully.”

“I suppose you would be. Many families were targeted, pureblood or not, including the Potters, the Bones family, the Prewetts, and the list goes on. There’s only Susan and Amelia Bones left and I’m the last Potter. The Potters are descendants from the Peverells but I don’t think from any of the founders.”

“Are you sure? I’d be surprised if you didn’t have some Gryffindor blood somewhere in your veins. He was a great warrior, you know.”

“I thought you didn’t know much about the wizarding world?”

“I don’t but I certainly remember the founders. That was drilled into me by my mum when I was a little girl. I know a good bit about Rowena’s descendants as well. Another bit of information drilled into me.”

“I see.”

“So, what’s your story Harry Potter? I’m sure Helen didn’t have all the facts.”

“You know some of it already. I just left out details about magic. You also understand that the terrorist I spoke about was Voldemort?”

“Yes, I figured that part out. So how many Death Eaters have you actually killed?”

“It’s getting close to 100 now.”


“Are you sure you want to continue this relationship knowing that? I’m a killer, Gwen. Granted I’ve only killed murderers who wanted to kill me but I’m still a killer. I don’t plan on killing again after all the Death Eaters and Voldemort are gone but that doesn’t make me less of a killer.”

“But why does it have to be you, Harry? Why? And by the way, I’m very sure so stop asking me that. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I don’t deserve you.”

“When we get done talking I’m going to show you just how much you do deserve me so let’s get this over with so we can get to the fun part.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said smiling.

“So tell me why you, Harry.”

I decided it was time to tell her about the prophecy and what it means. How I’m the only one who can kill Voldemort. How I can’t be killed except by Voldemort. How I had used that to take out his Death Eaters. How I had survived when I should have died. She just listened and didn’t interrupt.

When I was done, she quietly stepped up to me and started taking my clothes off, one item at a time. When I was completely naked, she led me to the bed, turned down the covers, and put me in it. Then very seductively, she undressed herself in front of me, teasing me the whole way until she too was completely naked.

She joined me in the bed and made love to me in the sweetest, gentlest way possible. Afterwards we fell asleep in each other’s arms and slept peacefully until hunger woke us up. We ordered room service, ate, then made love again.

She told me how her mum made it big in show business as a producer and how her dad was a big time lawyer to the stars. She said they were rich and she would one day inherit quite a lot of money. I told her about my godfather Sirius Black leaving me a ton of gold on top of the Potters and about all the families who made me their beneficiary since they had no descendants left. I then told her of the rewards for each Death Eater and their wealth if they had no one to leave it to.

Her mouth was opening wider and wider the more I told her. Then when I mentioned that I had millions upon millions of galleons in Gringotts, she was unable to speak. She had a good idea of the exchange rate between galleons and pounds and couldn’t believe how much I had. She had argued with me a bit at the front desk when I insisted on paying for the hotel but after I told her of my wealth, she decided to let me pay as much as I wanted after that.

I didn’t mind, whom else was I going to spend it on?

I also told her of my plans to leave the U.K. after I took care of Voldemort and any remaining Death Eaters, assuming I lived. I gave her my reasons and that I would only stay if they changed their ways. However, my fame may still cause me to leave. I was thinking of moving to America, I told her. She liked that idea.

We had nine days to spend together – the week off and a weekend on each end. The first three days we never left our room in the hotel. We just ordered room service and made love between meals, showers, and sleep. However, on the fourth day we decided Gwen should show me around Cambridge and we would take in the sights, eat out at some restaurants, and buy some clothes and things we didn’t really need. We even went dancing one night and I met some of her college friends. I was introduced as James Evans.

We also took in a couple of movies and took every opportunity to snog ourselves silly. I got a tour of the campus and saw the dorm room where Gwen and Lisa lived. Lisa was at home for the break so I didn’t get to meet her. That was likely a good thing. I had already met enough friends. Perhaps it would be okay though if there were no more Death Eaters left. Voldemort was still out there somewhere though and that meant no one was truly safe.

We finished out the week the way we started. The final weekend was spent in the hotel room just the two of us. On Sunday evening just after dinner, Gwen drove back to the campus and her dorm room while I checked out of the hotel and used the men’s room for privacy so I could apparate back to Hogwarts. Apparating quietly comes in handy.

I walked into the Great Hall at the end of dinnertime to the relief of the staff and my friends. I found it funny how they worried about me so much.

I didn’t eat since Gwen and I shared dinner together before I left. I just waited on my friends to finish and made sure the right people knew I was back. I was going to have to train really hard to get ready for Voldemort. I mentally worked out a new training schedule in my head while my friends finished their meal. They were not going to like my lack of time to spend with them.

Tomorrow I would start and everyone was going to have to understand why.

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