Chapter 48

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Thankfully, his wish was granted.

The darkness was just falling when they finally stepped foot upon the American soil.

The LaGuardia airport was decidedly less crowded than he'd been expecting, and the group of magicals managed to safely depart the plane with their luggage intact. Still, it was a new experience for many, and he could see the air of shaky nerves and restlessness—even on the adults, though much more muted—as they discussed their next course of action.

"The hotel we've booked is around thirty minutes from here." James brushed his chin, eyes staring down at a map. "Carlyle or something. It's close to where Harry needs to go."

'The S.H.I.E.L.D Headquarters, he means.' Harry mused, approving of the man's subtlety.

"Harry, look!" The midget beside him exclaimed, pointing at the 'I heart NY' sign ahead.

He bonked her in the head and dragged her along before she could infect this country with her weirdness.

They made their way out of the airport, skipping custom with another couple of notice-me-not charms. All three families were bunched together, their luggage light and easy to carry. James and Sirius helmed the group, while Remus and Sara brought up the rear. The Lupins were the only ones that had decided to not bring their children on this trip, leaving them with Sara's side of the family instead. The official reason they cited was due to their young age. Unofficially, Harry knew they expected danger.

As the day dwelled on, he'd begun suspecting the other two families of knowing the reason behind this surprise trip. Not in its entirety of course, he knew his parents weren't that stupid, but they knew enough to know it was dangerous, and it had something to do with him.

Though he got the feeling that Lily had threatened everyone to keep quiet, for neither the Blacks nor the Lupins asked him any details.

He didn't know how much James and Lily had confided in their friends, but he'd noticed that he was no longer being treated as a child by either family. There was a certain…gravitas, in their eyes, when they looked at him now. Especially Remus, who was probably contemplating the mysterious events of that dueling day.

Harry smirked. 'Diggory's fright might start making more sense now.'

There was also a whole lot of curiosity that shone in their eyes every time they made small talks with him. Yet, they kept their gobs shut.

And he didn't pay them much mind either. While he may be here for business, they were here to have fun.

"Harry's…friends are supposed to meet us outside." James informed them, eyes flickering to him. "Though I don't know where exactly. Will you be able to recognize them, Harry?"

"Wait, you have friends in America?" Andrea asked, eyes wide.

She was ignored.

Harry shrugged. "I'm sure I can."

"Will you be staying with us, Harry?" Sara suddenly asked from behind.

He glanced back at the woman, a frown making its way on his face. "No."

She looked strangely disappointed.

What's gotten into her? She was behaving weirdly today.

"Wait, what!?" Andrea whirled around, scowling with wide eyes. "Where else will you stay!?"

The group grew silent and expectant. Even James and Lily. They weren't privy to the details of his mission, and he hadn't yet informed them anything substantial.

Harry smiled. "With my friends."

That didn't seem to sate their curiosity. Sadly, they'll have to make do.

Lily was holding onto Rose and his hands tightly as they finally left the terminal, her eyes carrying an almost paranoid glint; flickering this way and that.

"Lily, relax." Harry whispered in her ears, noting with annoyance that he was still over four inches shorter than her. "Only fools will attack us here."

That wasn't true at all, but he'd rather have her calm than panicked if things went south.

He could feel her squeezing his hand to death, her feelings quite clear. Not that he actually felt her squeeze, she was much too weak for that.

"We'll have to inform the American Ministry about your presence, Lia." Sirius muttered, and Harry focused back on the conversation. "More than just a letter, I mean."

Amelia hummed. "We'll also have to write letters to other lords about missing this year's Yule. I think it was House Longbottom's turn this year, no?"

The question seemed to startle Lily, though her hold did not slacken a single bit.

"Oh Merlin, Alice is gonna throw a tantrum when we get back."

The ladies shared a laugh while James and Sirius struggled to guide them outside.

Harry lost a few brain cells when they turned the map upside-down in hopes to…do something. Something that his mortal mind was unable to comprehend.

It failed.

Thankfully, he managed to spot their query in time.

"Ah, there she is."

She stood there like a goddess of beauty, desire…and war. There was a coldness in her gaze as she scanned the people arriving outside. A coldness that promised brutal actions and no sympathy.

'Was I ever like that?' Harry frowned.

…Of course, he was.

The moment they exited the airport, her eyes instantly snapped at him as if he were a magnet. A smirk worked its way up her face, the coldness losing its intensity. Her eyes sparkled with delightful mischief and teasing, seemingly holding every answer to his questions.

'Did she always smirk like that?' A part of his mind wondered. 'Why did I never notice it before…?'

"Sweet Merlin…there's no bloody way…" Sirius' awed mutter broke his staring.

It was followed by a smack of flesh and a pained grunt. "I didn't mean it that way, hun."

Harry led the group forward, eyes quickly taking in the other two field agents alongside her before dismissing them entirely.

'Observe'

Natasha Romanoff

Age: 23

Level: 28

Reputation: Liked

Affection: 76

'Fuck yes!' Triumph brewed within him.

He had absolutely no idea why her affection was barely 4 points away from love, but he wasn't complaining.

As they approached closer, his eyes scanned her attire. She was wearing a black skin-tight suit that perfectly showed just how huge her tits truly were. A glance to the side for comparison and his guess solidified within him.

'Definitely smaller than Lily but much bigger than Sara or Amelia.'

He felt a sudden tightening in his pants, his shaft throbbing, almost to the point of it becoming a little…painful.

That did not impede his social skills of course, and he greeted the Black Widow blandly. "Natasha...I didn't expect you to pick me up."

She shrugged. "I volunteered."

Harry smirked. "Missed me that much?"

She blinked, tilting her head. "...You've changed."

Her brows arched down, the mischievous glint intensifying. "And all you needed for that was to go to school. Should've done that from the start."

Harry snorted. "Instead of trying to seduce me you mean?"

Behind him, James and Remus swore under his breath. He could've sworn he heard a 'lucky bas…' before it was cut off by a thump.

But they didn't matter when the air suddenly dropped to minus 100 degrees. And through the growing coldness, came the dread-inducing voice of his mother. "What did you say?"

Natasha stared back unaffected, eyes flickering to him once, drawing comparison. "You must be his mother."

She thrust her hand forward. "Natasha Romanoff, a pleasure to meet you."

Lily sniffed. "Lily Potter."

The two ridiculously gorgeous redheads shook hands, and Harry couldn't help but let his imagination run…

Two green-eyed redheads…on one bed…

'Not now head!' He forced the images down.

If his shaft took its ultimate form now, he had no doubt everyone would be able to see its outline through his clothes.

Something told him he did not want that to happen. Though it could also just be his reluctance in showing his arousal in front of other males.

"…and I must ask you to explain my son's words." Lily's voice broke through his hazed mind as he pushed his rapidly growing desire down.

Natasha shrugged. "I tried to distract him. He tried to kill me."

Both the redheads turned to him in sync.

Harry blinked. "I don't recall that. And I won't have to try if I want to kill you."

She smirked down at him, eyes scanning up and down as if to remind him of her superior height. "Maybe you can prove that on the mat again."

With that, she turned around to one of the three SUVs parked behind her. "My apologies, but we'll have to push the rest of the introductions for some other time. Harry is needed urgently, and I'm told you've all made your own arrangements."

Romanoff waved them all forward as she opened the car door, glancing back once. "You'll be in the care of these gentlemen. They'll drive you wherever you may wish to go. I suggest a short tour to start with; I'm sure you'll enjoy it."

The plan after reaching New York was for the Blacks, Lupins, and rest of the Potters was to make their way to one of the fancy hotels, quite close to where Shield's headquarters was. Apparently they'd refused the safehouse Shield offered, though Harry didn't blame them. Unlike him, they'd come here to enjoy and have fun.

Well, he would be doing so as well, though their definition of fun and enjoyment was quite different

"Wait, you're leaving already?" James asked incredulously.

Harry shook his head, "I doubt that. Probably some debriefing. Go. It's too late already, I'll meet you all in the morning."

He started making his way to the black SUV…only to be stopped by Lily's firm grip. Turning, his eyes took in the desperation within his mother's gaze. "Please…let me come, at least."

Harry gently freed himself, before taking a step forward and kissing her cheek. "I'll be fine, mother. It's just a single night. We have weeks to waste after my job is finished."

"I'm coming with you!" This time the stubborn yell came from his sweet midget, teary eyes staring up at his soul. "Pretty please?"

Harry snorted. "No."

Midget wailed.

Laughing, Harry patted her head before finally heading for the front seat beside Romanoff. "I'll see you all soon, don't worry about me. Go take a look around the city. Perhaps I may give you a tour myself tomorrow."

Lily looked on the verge of crying but thankfully held on together, mumbling a tearful: 'You better.'

James, Andrea, and the rest bid him an enthusiastic goodbye, and he waved back at them, feeling a little strange. It was almost as if Harry was heading for war.

Soon though, the engine started and Romanoff tore into the darkness of New York, passing cars and buildings alike.

"They care for you." Romanoff said after a moment of silence, her voice bittersweet and melancholy, missing any form of teasing now that they were alone. "I can see why you changed."

Harry glanced at her, noticing the sad smile tugging on her lips.

"I'm glad." She continued. "I tried but…I'm not a good enough replacement for a family. You deserved better. I'm happy you got it."

Harry didn't know what to say. He didn't understand it, but it made him feel unusually hollow.

Suddenly a wave of wisdom hit him out of nowhere as he continued staring at the woman, realizing her life must've been quite similar to his.

The difference was; she didn't have a Gamer System at her side, didn't have any way to surpass the true giants of this world to ensure her survival, didn't have a loving family that'll always have her back, and didn't have anyone she truly cared for…

She was him, had he been loveless, powerless, and hunted across the world.

And suddenly Harry just…understood her.

"You know...two wrongs cannot make a right." He found himself saying. "Two broken pieces can't heal each other."

She stayed silent.

Harry turned to glance outside the window, seeing but not seeing as the road blurred past beneath them. "But I've grown now. Maybe I can help you. Show you what it's like."

The silence continued. And for a long moment he believed it won't be broken again.

Then a small hesitant voice questioned simply, "Can you?"

Harry frowned. 'Can I?'

Could he? Should he?

He felt the cool wind caress his face, raven hair dancing merrily as the beautiful city of New York passed by them.

There was still a lot he didn't know. For all his Sagely self, he was woefully ignorant about the emotions of a human. He knew why he changed; knew what a family felt like now: the love, the comfort, and security, and warmth...he knew what they felt like. Though he did not understand them.

Yet, he wasn't about to give up on his path to ultimate knowledge. So why not?

He turned back to Romanoff, only to realize he already had her attention.

She was studying him. Very closely.

His lips curved up. "I can try."

Something strange traveled through his chest, wanting to burst out. Something warm and…protective.

Perhaps he was dreaming it, but he felt it echo in her eyes as well.

Her eyes; Moist, trembling, and green…just like his. Something moved within them. Something strange and exciting. "I'd like that."

They didn't speak again for the rest of the ride.

It never occurred to Harry that he could've used his new mutation right now, if only to know exactly what she was feeling currently.

Perhaps, had he did so, it could've all been easier for his future self.

Perhaps, had he learnt more, he could've saved himself a lot of sleepless nights.

Yet, as they both sat wrapped in a comforting silence, he felt absolutely no need to break it.

And soon they arrived at the S.H.I.E.L.D Headquarters, knowing something had changed but still as ignorant as ever.

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The room Natasha led him to was no doubt the most protected in the entire headquarters. The corridors leading to it teemed with Shield agents, alert and waiting, all above Lvl 15. He wagered their combat skills were in their high 50s at the very least.

...And yet, Harry had no doubt that he could infiltrate the headquarters with little to no problem, slaughtering his way one end to the other. The only concern for him would be hidden snipers—unlikely to hide in closed corners—and other super humans.

"Get ready," Natasha warned him quietly as they came to a stop in front of the briefing room. "You're about to meet the upper echelon of Shield."

Ignoring the two guards on either side, she opened the door with a swipe of her card.

"I'm pretty sure I count as one of them now." Harry commented as they entered.

Romanoff offered him a brief smirk before her face smoothened, a familiar coldness entering her gaze as they stepped within the room, gaining the attention of all within.

Harry's eyes skipped past the gathered members, quickly scanning the room for weaknesses. It was a spherical structure, not unlike the headmistress' office, though there was nothing magical about it. Mundane items decorated the pure white walls: maps, lists, mission records, were stuck on a white board, while a large screen hung at the front.

There were five figures already present in the room. Three he recognized; Ares, Barton, and Coulson. One he knew of; Agent Fury. The last one was a woman; older than Melinda, bespectacled, harsh-looking, with a unique charm to her stern features that Harry appreciated.

Victoria Hand

"Sir." Natasha addressed Ares as soon as they presented themselves. "Agent Potter, as requested."

All eyes turned to him, and not all were friendly.

He didn't care.

Ares—the one of only two who mattered—smiled in welcome, slightest bit of cheer lighting up his unusually weary eyes. "Harry, it is good to see you. Please, take a seat. I know you've just arrived, but this won't take long."

Harry obliged with a shrug, moving to the front.

Beside him, his neighbor turned with a grim smile. "Agent Potter, good to have you back."

Harry nodded back. "Agent Coulson."

The other three agents simply studied him; one with open curiosity, the other with a harsh glare, and the last with a judgmental stare.

Harry was just happy it wasn't the woman who did the glaring and staring. He'd just realized she had quite a ballooned bust; it would be a shame indeed should he need to kill her.

Barton and Fury, on the other hand, could drown in the gutter together.

Natasha took a seat next to him and thankfully, they seemed to be the last ones, as Ares broached the subject next second.

"I've gathered you all here urgently, to discuss a matter which has plagued us for a long time."

The screen behind Ares lit up, letters in bold proclaiming 'Mission Budapest'.

With grave eyes, Rogers sighed. "I'm afraid to say there has been a breach in our security. A dangerous breach. Someone in this building was able to access my computer and steal sensitive information pertaining to our upcoming mission."

The screen warped, now showing a bunch of 'Access Denied' notifications with the final one declaring; 'Access Granted'.

"The traitor that we've suspected for long." The bespectacled woman growled. "They're in our very midst."

"Indeed." Ares nodded solemnly. "And I fear our perpetrator has at least level seven clearance. On one hand it makes it far easier to search for them. On the other hand…problems like this arises. Now I have no choice but to move the mission's date ahead."

Harry blinked, realizing something. "Could this 'perpetrator' be related to Vanchat's Gulag?"

Ares grimaced. "I'm pretty sure of it actually."

Harry hummed. "So when do we leave?"

"Tomorrow. We've delayed as much as we can. A day late and we'll lose our quarry. We have to assume Hydra—or whoever our mysterious enemies are—is already on the move. We cannot delay further."

Ares' eyes came to rest on him then. "Harry, you'll have to get ready for another flight I'm afraid. You may bid farewell to your family in the morning, but we won't have much time after that. I suggest all of you tidy yourselves up. This is not going to be a pretty mission, the chances of us engaging the enemies have increased from thirty percent to ninety."

His eyes flickered to Harry again. "And yes, we will need to discuss the contract again. I would've given you a blank check had I not known you'll bankrupt me with a smile on your face. But for now, it is time to rest and recuperate. One of the agents will show you to your room."

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By the time their meeting was adjourned, the sun had taken its leave from the skies and Harry began making way to his room.

His feet trudged through the silent corridors of S.H.I.E.L.D Headquarters, eyes taking in the familiar scene with a sense of muted nostalgia. While he hadn't particularly missed his old suite, there were memories created in there that he remembered rather fondly.

Beside him, the agent leading him to his room cleared her throat not for the first time, looking like a ball of excited energy asking his permission to let loose.

Harry sighed. "Speak, Agent. I don't bite."

The woman flushed, though the bright smile on her face didn't show the slightest bit of embarrassment. "Is it true that you defeated Captain Ares, Sir?"

As the woman turned to him, Harry did his ritualistic scanning of her personage—though lately, when it came to women, his scan was focused more on…impractical things.

Mainly, how big of a pair they might be packing under their tops.

The agent beside him, unfortunately, couldn't hope to compete with the likes of Natasha or Victoria, and definitely not with Lily. That by no means meant Harry wouldn't want to peel her uniform off from her front to witness the glory within. She still had a pair of alluring plum-sized bumps on her chest that were too big to fit in his palms.

'Definitely bigger than Katie or Cho.'

"I mean no offense, of course!" The agent exclaimed, completely misunderstanding the purpose of his deep gaze. "Wasn't doubting your abilities or anything…just thought it might be a different story from your perspective."

But while she may not be able to compete in the chest department with the true titans, she could give any actress a run for the money with her Chinese beauty.

'If Cho manages to look even half as pretty, I'll have to tie her to my wagon more tightly.'

Harry snorted, finally letting his gaze up.

'Observe'

Daisy Johnson (Skye)

Age: 20

Level: 14

Reputation: Liked

Affection: 72

His eyes fell on her affection with triumph, a slow smile growing on his face. He didn't know why most of the women had high affections for him, but he wasn't one to look the gift-horse in the mouth.

"I won't claim to have defeated him," Harry answered, absently debating with himself the side-effects of using his unique skill upon the pretty agent. "But I did force him to utilize help outside the agreed rules."

"That's a defeat in my book." The young woman maintained. "Also, thanks. I've been told you hate talking, and to not antagonize you. The way some of the people speak about you here, you might as well have been a demon in human's skin."

Harry hummed. "Rumors…have a way to grow beyond the basic truth."

"Yeah, I get you." She chuckled bashfully. "When I was first recruited by Shield, I came here expecting to meet an actual God of War. Can you imagine? A grown adult believing those stupid conspiracy theories about Captain Ares. If someone took a look at my mind they'd instantly die from horror."

The agent's eyes flickered at him briefly, her neck gaining a deeper blush that made Harry want to leave his personal mark on it.

"I would probably also be arrested though." She muttered under her breath.

That piqued his curiosity just a bit. It wasn't surprising for a human to have unlawful thoughts, but the way she acted made him conclude he was the subject of her dirty ideas.

"Can I ask you another question?" The agent asked, shaking away her brief hesitance.

"You already did." Harry inclined his head. "But very well. Proceed."

"Is Kara…" She hesitated. "Are you really close to Kara Palamas?"

Harry blinked, the name of his former roommate distracting him from further perving scanning his companion.

For a brief moment the old flames of paranoia burnt within him, making him wonder if the agent could be a mole, here to collect information for Hydra.

'No. Hydra knows better than that.'

They should know kidnapping someone close to him wouldn't bring them any success. The only thing that might come out of it is a dead S.H.I.E.L.D agent and an unhappy Harry.

The ones he might be willing to put his life in risk for were all capable of defending themselves quite well.

Shrugging, he decided to answer. "We were not 'really close' but we did share rooms for most of my stay here."

The agent's mouth puckered up in a perfect 'O' that Harry would've loved to do bad things to.

He'd been a little hesitant in using his skills against a S.H.I.E.L.D agent, knowing he wasn't the only supernatural in this building.

But as the beautiful agent nodded her head slowly, her lips still forming the alluring pouty circle, the final bit of reluctance melted away and he let his mutation come to the fore.

[Pheromone Manipulation] Lvl 20

His senses extended towards the agent, studying her emotions in its entirety—something he wouldn't have been able to do before level 20.

It had been a happy moment for Harry when—after a lot of intense and pleasurable workout—his mutation finally broke into its second decade. One thing he'd quickly confirmed then was that with each 10 levels, his mutation was upgraded to its higher version.

At level 20, not only had it grown more powerful, it had also unlocked a new function for Harry to play with; the ability to sense and manipulate a being's emotions. Though the manipulation part was currently limited; for while he could sense all the basic emotions from lust and desire to anger and hatred, he could only influence one emotion—apart from sexual desire: calmness.

Calmness, tranquility, peacefulness…

He could, to a limit, either make a person a completely restless mess, or give them a sense of peace even in front of death.

The beautiful agent beside him, for instance, grew ever so slightly panicked as his pheromones went to work in fanning the flames of lust within her. Harry theorized her panic came from this absurd idea of being wrong to lust after a boy too young for her.

Still, he was nothing if not helpful.

He forced upon her an unnatural wave of calmness, a natural enemy of panic.

He could see it all taking place in her eyes; her reluctant attraction turning to lustful guilt, the lust then breathing within her panic, only to be pushed down by the sudden calmness, making her lust shine anew.

"We're here." She breathed out, unwilling to meet his eyes now. Her thighs were subtly rubbing against each other, and her breaths came out in quick little gasps, sweat breaking out from her body every time she looked at him.

"If you want any help…" She turned to him reluctantly, their eyes meeting, and found herself suddenly short of words—mouth hanging open.

Harry smiled charmingly. "Would you like to come in?"

Her eyes went wide, legs growing shaky. "S-sorry?"

"You seem tired…" Harry took a step closer, close enough that his breath fell upon her collarbone. "It would be quite careless of me to send you away like this…"

Her entire world seemed to freeze, eyes wide with need and excitement, the wave of guilt and panic still unable to beat the calm, her hand trying and failing from straying downwards…

It was a shame that he was shorter than her by a good few inches, for he did not like looking up at her like so…

Yet, sacrifices must be made. So, pushing down the irritation, he propped himself up on his toes, reaching for her lips, a hand on her waist, caressing the delicious curves through her skin-tight uniform…

'Yes! This is it! My first adult woman, ready to be conquered!' A part of him was sad that it wasn't someone special—the recent memories of redheads coming to the fore—but Harry quickly pushed it aside, his talks with Natasha bringing too many conflicting emotions currently.

It was a part of him that he didn't understand. And he felt like he'd just stepped his toe in its unfathomable depth.

Yet, it didn't matter. Nothing mattered.

For the door suddenly banged open, and all his dreams fell apart like putty.

"Harry!" Came the overly cheerful greeting.

He didn't turn, desperately trying to shove down the new wave of panic that attacked the agent with full form. Yet, the avalanche was too strong for his tide of calmness to handle….

Panic won.

The agent instantly backed away, face red, eyes wild and fearful…

"I-I'll see you tomorrow, sir."

She fled.

Slowly, with an audible growl in his voice, he turned to the door.

And there, grinning like a cartoon, wearing a ridiculous yellow full-body sleepsuit—with long pigtails on its hood—stood the midget of House Potter.

Her grin dropped off quickly, an angry scowl making its way as she stared after the rapidly fleeing agent.

But she need not have worried about her.

"And what," His voice could've stopped global warming on its lonesome. "Exactly, are you doing here?"

Rose flinched, eyes shifting to him. "Wha…? I-I thought…"

"Hmm?" He cocked his head, glaring. "You thought what?"

She wilted, her cheer and anger rapidly dying down into dejection.

Sniffing, she stared at her feet, speaking in a morose whisper, "I thought you'd be happy to see me. I bugged the weird man until he agreed to take me here, and I won a shouting match with mum…"

He tried, really tried, to hold onto his glare. But it just wasn't possible.

Sighing, he moved past her and into the room, feeling like he'd just thrown a crippled puppy in the gutter to drown. And no matter how annoying the puppy may be, it didn't deserve to die.

Harry sighed again, glancing at the girl. "I would've been happy, had you not ruined my prospects of scoring a big hit tonight."

"I'm sorry." Her quiet voice mewled, two quick sniffs following after.

Harry closed his eyes, his arousal still hard against his pants. It was almost painful how constricted his shaft felt being stuck inside in its alive state.

This wasn't his first time experiencing it, but it was still a little weird all the same. The part of his body that he'd always thought was useless was now becoming more and more powerful each day. The first time it had happened, Harry had freaked out at its size, realizing there was no way for it to fit in his underwear anymore. He was forced to cut short his snogging time with Katie and quickly find a bathroom to enlarge his garment just so he could walk properly.

This time, he didn't have the luxury as the midget stood beside him.

Harry sighed. "It's fine, Rose. Now close the door and come on."

The girl was still dejected and it took a couple of well-placed head pats from him, and a kiss to the cheek, to finally cheer her up.

But once she did cheer up, there was no stopping her renewed energy as she stood up and gave a twirl in the air, giving him her special midget-grin. "How do I look!?"

The yellow sleepsuit, he now realized, was a bunny themed costume; with a small bushy tail protruding from her behind.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Like you always do, sister; stupid."

'Stupidly cute.' A traitorous voice corrected.

She pouted, and his attention went to her moist lips that she regularly licked to keep the dryness of winter away.

He had to admit, her lips looked more delicious than either Cho or Katie's. Still, he wouldn't want to demote his sister to his girl-friend, so he refrained from putting her through his mutation's ministration.

The ball of energy finally seemed to be drained as she threw herself on his bed, hands spread wide. "So…"

She propped her head up to look at him.

Harry quirked an eyebrow. "So?"

"Who was that blonde bimbo?"

Harry snorted, throwing her to one side—ignoring her indignant squawk—as he laid down himself. "My new girl-friend. Or at least, she was supposed to be until you drove her away."

Rose frowned, eyes narrowing, though he could pick up hints of anger and jealousy. "Aren't you dating Cho?"

Harry frowned, confused. "Dating? You mean like snogging and feeling up her nonexistent tits? Yeah, I guess I'm dating. Though I prefer Katie over her."

She gawked at him, cheeks flaring up red. "…you're dating both of them then?"

Harry nodded. "They're both my girl-friends, who I like to experiment some adult stuff with."

"Why do you need another one then?" Rose asked, her voice unusually quiet.

Harry gave her a weird look before shaking his head. "They aren't here, are they? I need someone to practice my skills on."

Again, Rose stayed quiet for a long moment, before slowly, hesitantly, crawling to his side of the bed.

"What about me?"

Harry raised an eyebrow.

"W-well…you can use me if you want." She mumbled. "You know…like how you used to practice spells on me."

Harry's eyes went to her lips again, the small, succulent, red lips, waiting to be tasted…

Harry frowned. 'Why not?'

Still aroused and rearing, Harry stopped asking questions and gave a shrug. "If that's what you want."

Rose gave a yelp as he dragged her towards him, holding her body close before getting to work.

Their lips met as she sat on his lap; petrified. She tasted of honey and syrup, moist and fresh and sweet. A shock of electricity went through them both as Harry gently sucked upon her lips, not wanting to shove his tongue down her throat yet for some reason.

When they separated, he was greeted by two wide green eyeballs, looking so filled with joy, wonderment, and awe that he almost felt like she'd been drugged.

"So...does this mean I'm your girlfriend too?" She whispered excitedly.

Harry frowned, pushing her back. "Of course not, you're my sister."

Rose's tiny shoulders slumped down. "Aww...do you really care about that stuff though? We're wizards, you know? We can do this kinda stuff. I read somewhere that it's allowed for us."

Harry blinked, even more confused. "What stuff? I'm simply saying you cannot be my friend and sister both. You will surely need to relinquish one title?"

"Who says so?" Rose whined.

Harry tilted his head sideways. "Logic."

"Well your logic is busted. My logic says I can be your sister and girlfriend!"

Harry snorted. "Logic is universal, you cannot change it, any more than you can change your gender. Still, I can see the wisdom in your words. You're already a girl, so as long as you can become my friend as well, it might work out."

Rose blinked owlishly, before hesitantly whispering, "I don't think that's how it works. A girlfriend is…it means something different."

Harry frowned. "What? That is certainly what a girlfriend means. A more specific role to a friend."

He'd never seen Rose look as bewildered before. "What about Andrea then? Is she not your girl-friend too? And Tonks? And all your female quidditch friends?"

Harry tilted his head curiously. "I…believe they are, yes. Why won't they be? They're all girls, and my friends. Well…I don't consider most of them friends, but they do so to me."

"What's the difference between Cho and Andrea then?" Midget pressed.

Harry shrugged. "One I've already seduced. The other is pending. Work in progress, if you will."

Rose started muttering something inaudible under her breath, before looking up with exasperation. "I think there's a very big gap in your social skills, brother dear. And as much as I'd like to be the one to educate you, I'd rather just leave it to Mother. So for now, just push me down and kiss me."

Harry was only too glad to agree.

After all, if he was to go upon a dangerous mission tomorrow, he wanted to be as thoroughly prepared as he could be.

Which also meant satisfying his urges so he may feel…peaceful.

…Ok, that was a load of bull. He just wanted to snog, and Rose felt perfect under his arms.

But as he lay wide awake, gazing up at the ceiling, his precious twin snoring lightly upon his chest….he wondered.

He wondered why kissing felt so good. Why women were beginning to take a much bigger role in his life. Why he felt the need to seduce every beautiful girl around him…

And then he wondered why he said what he did to Natasha, why she believed his words, and why he believed it himself…

As the gentle silence worked its magic on his brain, lulling him into its embrace, Harry slept wondering about redheads, big boobs, green-eyes…and the strength he needed to secure and conquer them.

Strength only his system could provide…no matter his recent doubts about it.

The world may be changing, but Harry wasn't about to be left behind. And if he wanted to keep his hold on all these things, he needed strength. As much strength as he could get.

This mission, he hoped, could give him that strength. Along with the redheaded, green-eyed, big breasted goddess.

He wanted them both...he wanted it all.

…And he shall get it all. One way or the other.

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AN: My first chap in two months! Yay. Sorry for the long wait. Was dealing with writer's block, irl stuff, writer's block, and some more irl stuff.

Anyway, let me know what you thought! Harry's growing distrust over his system, Dorea's pov, Harry/Natasha moment, and finally...some twincest! Now the next chapter will finally take us to the mission, and we're about to venture into new territory soon.

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P.S: Dunno if I ever confirmed here, but yea Rose is in the pairings. As is Lily. When's the next chap out (for MGo)? In this month.