Harry Potter sat on his bed, eyes closed, legs crossed, and his fists on his knees.
His breathing was calm, his mind was clear, and all of his focus and concentration was currently only on one thing: Sensing Magic.
It was a difficult thing; to sense magic in a closed room where nothing particularly magical was happening. And yet, the book he was currently reading for the past couple of weeks had been extremely clear: To use advanced elemental magic, Harry must be able to sense the undisturbed flow of magic in the surrounding.
Trying to sense magic was like trying to sense the still air around you, only multiplied by a dozen.
How can you sense the air around you in the first place? Sure, you can feel it on your skin when it's particularly windy outside, or even the slight gust that enters in through your window...but how do you feel it when it's completely still? When you are shut in your room, with no presence of wind whatsoever.
Magic was that, only multiple times difficult because you don't have a clear sensory organ, like skin, to feel it.
Thus, his current predicament.
That isn't to say the past two weeks have been a waste for Harry. No, far from it. His senses had grown noticeably in this time.
He could feel it when he practiced casting, he could feel it when Bella casually used magic around the house, he could even feel it when their new personal elf, Blinky, set the dinner on table.
Harry's magical senses were now fine tuned, and he was willing to bet that in a duel, he would now be even more precise in predicting what spell the enemy was going to use beforehand.
Unfortunately, that still didn't compensate for those juicy elemental spells.
Doesn't matter, he would just have to keep at it consistently.
The door to his room suddenly clicked open, and in walked Bella, carefully tiptoeing inside to avoid making noise with a small covered tray balanced in her arm.
Amused, Harry stayed quiet as the woman slowly and carefully started closing the door, not seeing his awake body in the dark.
Feeling a little mischievous, Harry quickly but quietly got out of his bed, and creeped up behind her.
His steps were feather soft, and his body dexterous enough to skip past the furniture in the middle without making any noise.
Just when she was turning around, he took one last big step, coming directly behind her.
"Hello, there." He breathed out inside her ear, and was ready to snatch the tray away before it could be launched in the air as she flailed around with a squeak.
He placed down the tray down upon the table gently as Bella heaved in deep breaths, her eyes finally taking him in.
"Harry!" She exclaimed. "Why are you awake!?"
He smirked. "Why? Should I not be?"
His eyes briefly fell upon her attire, taking in her silky night-gown that did not leave anything to imagination. It hugged to her body comfortably, hanging from her slender shoulders with a V-neck that gave him a close view of her bountiful cleavage.
Her massive breasts, round and full, were barely held in by the loose gown as she heaved in deep breaths, like a pair of monsters waiting to pop out. Though they were a pair of very beautiful monsters indeed.
Bellatrix Black was an absolute knockout, there was no doubt about it. She had a mature body with extreme curves all in right places. She was the type of woman that would've made Hermione jealous, and Ginny excited.
Harry had known this of course, but he'd never personally witnessed exactly what she had to offer.
Now he knew. And for the first time, Harry considered if he should try to seriously pursue the older witch. Even if for purely physical satisfaction.
'What would my girls say, if they could see me from the afterlife?'
Mione' would've huffed and puffed, but given her blessings all the same. Ginny would've been squealing in delight, though disappointed she couldn't join them.
The war had not only loosened their morals, but had also changed their priorities. They'd barely lived their lives afterall, and so they'd tried to explore themselves as much as they can when on the run.
It had been a small bit of excitement in their otherwise dreary life.
He shook his head, occluding away a note of sadness and pain. His past life was a rotting ball of misery. Remembering the few specks of gold wouldn't wash away the dirt. They were best left burried where they were.
Bellatrix frowned at his words, folding her hands under her heavy breasts which propped them up, making the already impressive set even more alluring.
"It's 5:30 in the morning, mister. I got up now for the sole reason cause I thought you'd be asleep. But you've ruined it now, congrats."
Harry snorted mockingly. "Oh right. Let me just see if I had some dream telling me to wake up late, cause my dear godmother wants to surprise me."
He put a hand under his chin, mock thinking. "Hmm...it seems I haven't. What a tragedy."
Bella slapped him on the shoulder. "You don't have to be so mean about this!"
"Well, you could've just asked me my sleep schedule. Seriously, why didn't you?"
Bella seemed to sulk, looking like an angsty teen just scolded by her teacher.
'Well... I'd definitely love to spank that bubbly arse as punishment.'
He decided to take pity on her and picked up the tray curiously. "Why were you here anyway?"
As if a switch was pressed, Bella bounced up in excitement, snatching away the tray from his hand. He didn't care, his eyes were locked onto the jiggling pair of tits. "Close your eyes and turn around. Or better yet, go sit on the bed."
"Hmm? Oh yeah, whatever." Sighing, Harry turned around and did as instructed.
"And don't you dare peak, Harry." She growled like an annoyed kitten, making him chuckle.
Eyes closed, he sat still on the bed. Though a moment later, his senses registered the use of magic. The magic was...some sort of transfiguration? Definitely conjuration too. Then there were the more predictable spells like Levitation charm, summoning charm etc.
He noticed all of this through his magical senses. The only physical senses that were any use currently were his ears, as he heard the jingling noise of metal and plastic.
Finally, after around 5 minutes, Bella approached him on the bed, sitting opposite to him with the tray in the middle.
"Alright, now open up."
The moment his eyes fully opened, a fountain of lights burst out in the room, with crackling booms of fireworks. A large 'Happy Birthday Harry!' formed in front of him, completely made of mixed colours and lights. And the whole room was now decorated with birthday themed props.
"Happy Birthday, Harry!" Bella cheered, shoving the tray towards him.
On it laid a massive treacle tart, with red cherries and powered sugar sprinkled on top.
The only reason he wasn't overwhelmed by the symphony of sounds and movements all happening at once was due to his passive occlumency and mind enhancement.
"Wait, are you serious?" He still asked her incredulously, quickly performing tempus to see the current date.
Indeed, it was 31st of July.
"Yep!" Bella chuckled, quickly cutting away a piece of tart and shoving it in his mouth. "I wanted to surprise you when you wake up, but oh well. Blinky helped create the cake, cause I kept failing to properly bake it in our practice sessions. I've been planning this for a week now, I hope you liked it. Even though you did ruin half the fun by being a party pooper."
Harry carefully set aside the tray of absolutely delicious treacle tart after he was finished chewing, before sliding over to Bella and pulling her in a tight hug.
"Thank you."
He couldn't remember the last time he properly celebrated his birthday...It must've been in his fifth or sixth year. Things like these just sort of loose meaning in a war. Even when you try to make it something special, to hopefully create a spark of happiness in the everlasting hopelessness, it just never works out.
Because in the back of your mind, you always know how fleeting and worthless it was. This was one of the reason they'd placed so much value on sex. The passion and arousal could atleast offset the grimness for a little bit.
So while Bella may not have thrown some massive birthday party or anything, he truly did appreciate her effort.
After a few moments though, he realised Bella had gone slightly rigid in his arms. She still had her own arms locked around him, but she seemed almost hesitant.
Belatedly he realised he'd pulled the woman on his lap. Her gown's last two strings had slipped open, and he could see her thick and taut naked thighs awkwardly trying to cross up and hide her jet black lacy panties from full frontal view.
Moreover, her breasts were now being squeezed heavily against his chest, and her fat arse was plopped barely an inch or two away from his rapidly hardening member.
He wondered if he should tease her a little, maybe even let her feel the package, afterall he was a growing boy and it would've been completely normal...
'...Nah, it's too early. Wouldn't want to make things awkward between us.'
Reluctantly, he occluded away his lust and the mini-him stopped growing. He let go of her as naturally as he could, ending the embrace.
Finally free from a very awkward position, Bella quickly tried acting normal.
"It's alright, Harry." She smirked, mussing his hair, though he could easily see the red dusting on her cheeks. "You've helped me through some tough times. This was the least I could do in return."
She got up from his bed, 'discretely' straightening her gown. "Well, go get ready, now that you are up anyway. We'll see if we can give a hand with arrangements in Potter manor. There's a massive celebration in the evening you know, for you and your twin. And I'm sure Lily would be ecstatic to have you early."
"Sure thing, Bella." He replied easily, his eyes absently scanning her plump behind as she made for the door.
Harry sighed as Bella finally left with a last wave, closing the door behind her.
"I'm down bad, aren't I?" He muttered, rubbing his forehead.
Maybe it was time to have some fun at the side as well. His quest for Voldemort was going to take a long time, no reason not to indulge in simple things in life till then. A tumble or two with some local girls wouldn't hurt.
And there were quite a few pretty things in Godric's Hollow that would love to get close to their dashing mysterious new neighbour.
They may never be able to match Bella, but atleast they can take out the edge of his sudden puberty-stricken thirst.
"Damn, I'm down bad."
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AN: Boom! Another batch of chapters down.
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