A Soulless Angel

Again, many thanks to Terra King.

Sex scene ahead.

-8-

The next few days were interesting, Harry and Sally-Anne began spending a lot of time together. Sally had even introduced Harry to several of her friends, and they'd had a lot of fun in those few days. They went to the park, had picnics, they even went to a concert and watched a few movies. Somehow Sally-Anne got under his skin in a good way by making bets with him, and he ended up paying for that.

The first time it happened was when Sally-Anne made a very mundane bet, but he'd lost, and he was forced to clean up the dishes in the Perks' house. Harry didn't mind really, since he was used to mundane tasks. The introduction of Harry to the Perks family was an interesting one. Mr and Mrs Perks both worked; Mr Perks was a doctor, and his wife was a lecturer at one of the London Universities. Sally had an elder sister, Natalie, and she even had a younger brother, Alex, who was crazy about sci-fi and skateboarding.

The miracle was all of them were aware of the magical world. Harry had found out that Sally-Anne had been getting private tuition for a while, thanks to Professor Sprout pulling strings. Harry had been curious about how she had retained her memories of the magical world, he'd learnt that muggle-borns who left before their NEWTs usually had their powers bound and their memories erased, and it applied to their families, too.

But thanks to Professor Sprout, Sally-Anne had been receiving private tuition for a while now, and at a discount otherwise, the Perks' family would now be destitute.

Harry suspected the tutors who'd taught Sally-Anne were people who owed Sprout a few favours, but he wasn't sure and if he were frank, he didn't really care. But it tallied with what he knew. Sally-Anne had already passed her OWLs, getting an O in Transfiguration, Charms, and Herbology, and even Ancient Runes and Arithmancy.

Harry had been curious about how this had worked, but ultimately he hadn't pressed the matter since it worked for the family and they didn't seem to have any problems with it. But what delighted him the most was they weren't terrified of their daughter's powers; a lot of Voldemort's Death Eaters were Half-Blood's who were tormented by muggles at one point or another, and after getting his memories, Harry knew Voldemort was justified in his own hatred over muggles.

Harry had seen the way the muggles of the orphanage had treated the young Tom Riddle. When Dumbledore had inducted the young Tom Riddle into Hogwarts, he made the mistake of taking the muggles' side, rather than listening to Riddle's side of the argument. And they had hurt him badly, and because of that, he had a lot of bitterness.

Once before he went to Hogwarts, Riddle received a heavy and warm secondhand coat. It was a gift he treasured and it kept him warm, but bullies tore it to pieces, and Riddle retaliated with his magic and the clothes were torn to bits. After that, everyone believed he was a 'freak.' The matrons started looking the other way when he needed them, and after that, it wasn't a surprise that he began learning how to use his powers to defend himself and gaining a cold attitude in the process.

It had gotten worse during the Second World War. Dumbledore and Dippet, who were likely unaware of the horrors of the war even if that made little sense as the muggle-borns attending would be terrified for their friends and families during the bombings, kept sending them back home, and the young Voldemort had been terrified, cowering in the Underground like a rat.

Was it any wonder he'd become bitter towards muggles?

Was it any wonder he had worked so long to become immortal?

Riddle had been scared of Dumbledore because Riddle knew Dumbledore was dangerous, and he'd quickly realised Dumbledore was a vain master manipulator, who would not hesitate to manipulate him. Only he had fought back, and Harry had seen enough to know he agreed with the deceased Dark Lord.

The Perks were not like that. They were good people and they supported their daughter, and there was no sign they feared or hated their youngest daughter. Harry had been concerned when Sally-Anne decided to bring him to her home, but fortunately, they hadn't commented on his white hair or whenever glimmers of his post-Azkaban mental state got to him (thank you, Chloe).

Harry spent a lot of time with the family, and he quickly found himself hanging out with Sally, Natalie, and Alex. Alex had tried teaching him the basics of skateboarding, and while Harry hadn't lost some of his broomstick flying skills, he was a long way from being a skateboarder even if Alex had reassured him that he had dozens of the moves down quickly.

Natalie was too busy to really spend any time with him or her siblings, but when she was around, she was not the kind of young adult to throw her weight around when her parents left the kids behind, and she was forced to play babysitter. She was content to let everyone be, although she would check on them. But Harry had noticed her interest in him. Alex was just as fascinated by him, and so were his parents.

One day, Harry had told them about what happened to him how he'd spent a year in prison how he was trying to get his life back on track after everything that happened, and how he had to return to Hogwarts. Sally-Anne was also a frequent visitor to the townhouse, and she'd been awed by the different styles.

-8-

Sally-Anne and Harry went to the movies, and as they got better acquainted, Harry was shocked when Sally felt comfortable enough to snuggle into his shoulder as the movie played. It wasn't exactly comfortable, her pressing against his arm…at least until he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. She was so close his nostrils wrinkled when he caught her scent.

As she got braver and snuggled into his arms, Harry wished…just wished he'd lived a more normal life. Sally-Anne knew that he was going away abroad and wouldn't be back until it was almost time for him to return to Hogwarts. While he could cancel the tickets, she had urged him not to, she had urged to him to go, since she knew how important it was for him to leave and get some kind of inner peace, just travelling the world after being denied that pleasure his whole life. Her inner Hufflepuff was a truly beautiful thing.

When they returned to her home after their 'date,' Sally-Anne took him up to her room. Harry cast a look at the posters of different bands and movies and the books and videos she had before he turned to the girl.

"Okay, I've come to your room," Harry said.

Sally-Anne gently stepped towards him, a smile on her face. She leaned up and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Sally, what're you doing?" Harry whispered, but he didn't throw her arms off. He could already feel himself getting excited, and he hoped this was going where he thought it was going. She pressed her lips against his, and his eyes widened before he closed them, and began kissing Sally back.

The kissing was amazing, but Harry was torn; should he be doing this, or should he be pushing her away?

-8-

"You do not have to go back, you know." Even though Sally was trying her very best to be as persuasive, encouraging, and sincere as possible, it was still as plain as day that she already knew her attempt was going to be a futile one.

"You mean go back to Hogwarts?"

"Yes. You do not have to, Harry. You know that. You know that better than anyone else."

Harry's smile was as heartbreaking as a dying parent saying a final tender goodbye to their beloved child. He knew what she was trying to do, and he truly appreciated it, but did he even have a choice to begin with?

Since when did he, Harry James Potter, Wizarding Britain's favourite whipping boy, have something as priceless as a choice? As Free Will?

Albus Dumbledore could deny it to the death, but Harry knew perfectly well that the evil old monster would be utterly horrified and frightened out of his wits if he got wind that he, Harry, actually believed that he was entitled to choices and free will.

"I have told you all, Sally. You know perfectly well why I have to go back. The Ministry has made sure I have to go back, and I've done a lot of research. You know perfectly well that I do not have a choice in the matter." He almost chuckled - almost being the key word, for he knew that it would most definitely sound broken, and he did not want to ruin his last day with Sally any more than it already was. "I never had any choice in any matter to begin with."

Sally took his hand in hers in a firm yet comforting grip. Her grey eyes were as serious as ever, but the tremor in her voice was notable. Her face was pale. "I fear for you, Harry."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm scared of what could happen," Sally said, looking away, "Don't take this the wrong way, but you've told me how you're seeing a counsellor. What would happen if someone says or does something that makes you lash out?"

Harry looked at her, and while he knew better than anyone else how pointless it was to contemplate "could have been"s, he still wondered - not for the first time - what it would have been like if his parents had survived to give him a younger sister like Sally-Anne Perks. What would it be like to be a biological older brother to a younger sister like Sally-Anne Perks? Hell, what it would have been like to be normal enough to have a girlfriend like her? Definitely a million times less lonely, for one, and... no, wait, wait, wait. Even if his parents had somehow survived back then, they were still under Albus Dumbledore's evil spell, and if they had conceived another... no, no, no! Out of the question! Why condemn another innocent soul to Albus Dumbledore's and his Dumbledorists' clutches?! No! No! No!

"I have never thought Hogwarts was perfect," she went on, speaking in the silent sensible way that Harry had grown to cherish about her, "But after everything I have learned from you, Harry, I think the less of it now. I know I will never think of it as a beautiful castle of wonderful magic and jaw-dropping wonders, for the reality is that it is a monster that lures innocent decent folks like you to ruin and death. A monster that is impossible to resist. A ravenous beast gorging with blood. Your blood. You know that, Harry. And it did ruin you utterly and almost literally killed you. You know it did." Her lower lip quivered a little at the remembrance of the tale of horror and hell that had been Harry's life due to so many others' selfishness and cruelty, though her eyes were dry - what was the point, when not even an ocean of tears would give Harry back what had been so mercilessly robbed from him? "So, why-"

She faltered, looked down, stopped.

"Go on, Sally."

Sally should have been comforted by the genuine tender reassurance in Harry's tone, but it only made her heart ache more. "Why must you still return, when you are actually in a position where no one can tell or force you to do what you do not want to do?" She drew closer to him as her eyes locked with his. "You know what I am talking about, Harry. You possess the full power and complete knowledge of the second most dangerous Dark wizard of all time and his entire coven. You also know perfectly well how to use them and could effectively use them as you desire. So, why still let that lot tell you what to do? Especially after everything that they have done to you? Why not just leave? Why not use your power and knowledge to force them to accept your choices and leave you alone for good? You have been put through so much, Harry, and while I am grateful and thank all that is good that you have survived them, we both know what a narrow survival it was. And how much it had cost you." Her pretty young face twisted in pain and heartbreak as she glanced at his pure white hair. "Sorrow has consumed your life ever since that monster robbed you of your parents, why give it the remainder of your days, especially when life is so short, and anything could happen at any time?"

There was a moment of absolute silence, then Harry gave a little sigh. "Why, indeed? Why return to the awaiting belly of the beast, when I know full well that it is still desperately, madly eager to continue digesting me in the most painful way imaginable until there is nothing left of me? Why return to a place that had made it as clear as can be that I neither belonged there nor was welcome there? So many have called me foolish, Sally, and perhaps they do have a point. My return there is stupid. Perhaps the most foolish thing I will ever do in this life. But like I said, I have no choice, and not even my possessing all that power and knowledge could change that."

Sally stared at him.

Harry sighed, "I wanted to go to America, to the MACUSA, Sally. I wanted to be with my American family. I wanted them to help me, to be there with me. Real family. People who'd spent years trying to take custody of me. I wanted to experience a real year, where I didn't find myself with my back pressed against the wall, wands threatening me, monsters trying to kill me, or suck out my soul. I investigated it, and I learnt there's a spell that compels students to return to Hogwarts. You got out because your parents allowed it but in my case…I'm an orphan, regardless of whether or not I'm emancipated now or not. The spell will last until I've gone through my final exams."

"When did you learn about the spell?" Sally knew enough of such spells to know they were sometimes seen as obscene.

"I kept in touch with the goblins. I asked my account manager to find some way I could leave before the new year. When I was proven innocent, my name went back on the attendance roll, and I'll be going back to Hogwarts."

"What did he say?"

Harry sighed, "He told me that when I was expelled, the bond was gone. But when I was proven innocent, someone, most likely Dumbledore, reset the bond against my name. It's ancient magic, and it's hard to break. It's a binding magical contract which triggered when I first walked into Hogwarts. Just because my aunt didn't like me going, by letting me go, it was considered consent. But there are loopholes, but I can't use them now. Sally, you cannot imagine how furious I was when Dumbledore saw to it that I had to go back there when I learnt about the spells that would compel me to go back, and truth be known, my blood still boils whenever I think about it. And even if I refused to go, Dumbledore wouldn't even need to send anyone, the contract would make me go back."

"So, you're just giving in because of that?"

"I don't know what would happen if I refused to go. Still, it's interesting that this spell is used freely and legally, while the Imperius curse is forbidden and punishable with life imprisonment."

"It's horrible! Forcing kids to go back like mindless zombies!" Sally snapped.

Harry nodded. "Believe me, I'm just as pissed as you are. In my fourth year, I learnt about a curse that blanked the mind; in that state, you could make them do whatever you wanted. Discovering Hogwarts does it makes me sick."

"But what about you, Harry?" Sally asked, her voice tremulous with feeling. "What if - goodness forbid! - you end up being incinerated by your very own inferno as well?"

Sally-Anne knew Harry well enough to know he was like a capped inferno, and she was scared for him.

Harry shut his eyes and shook his head, and he went over and hugged her tightly to his chest. "It is too late, Sally. I am already incinerated. I was incinerated beyond all recovery and hope from the very moment Albus Dumbledore believed he had every right to dictate every single thing my parents and I said and thought and felt and did, and went out of his way to steal that right. Do you not think I hate this, not having a choice in this? I hate it. I hate that so many of my plans and hopes have been shot up."

Sally stared at him sympathetically. "I'm sorry, Harry."

"It's okay," Harry smiled back, looking thoughtful for a moment. "Y'know, I've heard that facing the past is actually a good thing, but I hope it's true. I don't know, but maybe facing my past will help, and besides I won't be at Hogwarts long."

"Two years?" Sally pointed out.

Harry tutted. "Okay, maybe."

Sally giggled.

-8-

That night, Harry and Sally both crashed into the townhouse. They were wrapped in each other's arms, kissing each other desperately. Harry clumsily took out a wand and used it to open and close the doors, and when they reached his bedroom, he needed a few moments to concentrate so he could remove their clothes. The two teenagers had gone out clubbing, and they'd gotten quite drunk.

Sally shivered as she felt the magic wash over her, removing every article of clothing she had, and she stepped back and took a look at Harry. Even in her drunken state, she admired his form. But what really caught her attention, was the large and long cock hanging between his legs. It was so long and the tip was like a mushroom. She licked her lips, as he dragged her to the bed, and he bit her neck gently, making her moan.

He had just reached her breast, making her arch her back so he could caress and squeeze them more, but then she recovered herself and pushed him off.

"What're you doing?" Harry asked.

Sally answered by laying down on her back and opening her legs. "Fuck me!" She giggled.

Harry grinned, and he got on top of her, laughing as they kissed and bit one another. She let out a yelp when he slid into her, and she squealed at his size before letting out a yelp of pain as he pierced her hymen. Once she was recovered, he began to piston in and out of her.