Black Crystal Wisher

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Well... in only half an hour I would assume last night (which would be several days ago), I have received no less than twenty anonymous reviews to this story from an Angestellter des Subs... all of them were so disrespectful, insulting to me, not to mention the fanfic term would be "flaming troll", I have until further notice disabled Anonymous Reviews to all of my stories.

Chapter Four: Enjoy Life as a Teenager

The morning arrived, and on the bed dresser, Harry's alarm clock was buzzing. It was 8:00 am. A hand smacks it, silencing the device and Hermione woke up in a different bed. As she rubs the sleep from her eyes, she then remembered what happened yesterday. Harry kissed her. It was just a simple kiss, which she then wanted another. And then they spent like five minutes just snogging one another on the couch. It was still raining once night arrived, so Harry offered his bedroom for her to sleep while he slept on the couch when the two teens got tired. She blushed, having enjoyed kissing Harry.

FLASHBACK

The two parted for air, their cheeks flushed, and their eyes revealing the emotions they felt for the other. Harry brushed a strand of her loosen hair (having undid her ponytail tie) away from blocking those lovely eyes of hers.

"You enjoyed it, Hermione?"

"Oh god, yes," she half-moaned, half cooed.

His smile grew wider.

"Do you want to become my girlfriend, love?" he asks.

END FLASHBACK

She giggled to herself as she got up out of the warmth of the bed and blankets, stretching herself.

He asked me out, and I said yes!

Other than his apparent enjoyment of some Japanese animation, he also liked music. Most of his genre involved Rock, Pop, Electro, Rock & Roll, Metal, among others. As she left his bedroom, enjoying the feel of her bare feet on the soft dark green carpeting, she walks over to the couch, which was also a pull-out bed sofa. There were some of the CDs that they listened to last night (not all of them however) before they turned in for bed. Music albums such as: Linkin Park (Harry said they were a new band with great music), Slipknot, Metallica, U2, Sex Pistols, Alice in Chains, and others American and British. Harry was still asleep, as was Kirara, curled up sleeping so quietly next to her boyfriend. That was tingly... boyfriend. Yes, Harry was her boyfriend, and no one else. Especially that Chinese whore, Cho Chang...

Bending over to give Harry a kiss on the cheek, she headed to the loo. The door closing shut, Harry awoke when Kirara woke up to Hermione leaning over, and she began to lick his cheek. An almost quite mewl is heard. "Mmnh..." He woke up when Kirara crawled over his face. "Okay, I'm awake," Harry grunts, as he wakes up. Today's Monday... he has work in the afternoon... oh right... last night, he was with Hermione in his apartment, and told her everything that has happened... and then they started to make out on the couch.

"Hermione?" he called out, a yawn leaving seconds later.

Toilet flushes as Hermione left, after she washed her hands and was using a small towel to dry her hands.

"Good morning, Harry," she greeted her boyfriend.

"So last night wasn't a dream..."

He crawls out of the sofa bed, up to Hermione, and kisses her cheek. He gently plucks the small towel from her hand, and he goes to do his business as well. Soon she hears Harry's cursing, and he hastily exits the loo, zipping himself up, and he grabs his vest and puts in on whilst grabbing the keys.

"I'll be back hon, I forgot about the front doors."

"Oh, alright, Harry," she calls, as Harry exits the door and stomps down the stairs in a hurry.

He quickly descends the second flight of stairs, and rushes up to the front doors, disabling the security doors, and unlocking the locks.

"We were waiting for you to open the door, Harry," said the girl, Amelia. She looked to be no older than nineteen or twenty, a brunette with hair reaching down to her cute butt.

"Sorry, my girlfriend was here yesterday."

"Oh, girlfriend?" Kenny questions with a grin.

"Nothing like that happened," he told the short-haired blonde teen.

"Sure," he says with a chuckle, "not now," he adds a moment after.

"You're not going to be late for work, right?" Amelia asks, as she and Kenny head to the employee only area of the shop.

"No, I will not get distracted by Hermione," he insures the two.

"Hermione? That girl you keep talking about from that boarding school you both attend?"

"Yes, I asked her out last night, and we're officially dating." He smiles at that thought.

Kenny laughed, slapping Harry around the back of the shoulders. "I was wondering when you'd ask that girl out. She must be a cutie."

"She is... she's beautiful and smart... if you'll excuse me. Make sure no riffraff's loiter in the store." He hands the keys for the register to Kenny who pockets it. Up he heads back to his apartment.

"How long until the sexual tension snaps?"

"I give them a month at the most," Amelia replied to Kenny, closing the door to the loo.

Kenny heads to the back where a delivery truck had just pulled up with deliveries for the store. Hermione was folding the blankets when Harry returned. "Oh Hermione, you didn't have to do that, let me," he said, helping the girl fold the sofa blankets, and then fold the bed into the sofa.

"I wanted to," she said as Harry closed the closet where he stores the extra blankets and pillows.

"So, I have work in the afternoon... want to just stay here, or do you need a ride home?"

"I should head home. I do need to check up on Crookshanks, after all," she told Harry.

"I'll go and make a quick breakfast. How's waffles sound?"

"That sounds lovely," she replies.

A kiss shared, the cushions are placed back on the sofa, the table is moved back to position, and Harry's in the kitchen preparing breakfast.

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In Surrey, there was a group of adults that arrived by truck, and one operated a bulldozer.

"Is this the address?" one of them questioned.

One man looked at the address written on some papers he carried. "Yeah, Number Four Privet Drive. This is the condemned house."

"The police took all substantial evidence they needed to convict the Dursley Family of homicide/murder, so there's nothing left in the house. Alright, start getting people to exit their homes while we tear this house down. They want this house torn down, rebuilt and back to house code standards, and back on the market."

As several of the city workers went to evacuate some of the neighbors that surrounded the condemned home, one worker found the door to the house next to it unlocked. Inside was a hell of a lot of cats. But the funky smell hit him. He walked inside after his knocks gave him no answer (he put on his white face mask because he didn't enjoy the scent of multiple cats), and he invited himself inside. The cats seemed to give him the creeps as many of them were watching him. He walked up to the woman sitting on the couch. She said nothing when he spoke up. Feeling her neck... he detected no pulse.

He quickly ran back outside and up to his boss.

"Boss, there's an elderly person living in the house but she has no pulse when I checked."

"Damn it," the man grunted, as he takes out his cellphone and dials in the paramedics.

"Who's Danny Bonaduce?" Kenny called to Harry from the counter. It was a rush today and it was due to Black Crystal Wisher having supplies of the latest Rock, and Metal music albums shipped overseas from America; not to mention today there was a sale going on. He was reading the papers sitting next to the rarely used third register. Harry had taken Hermione home after she told him where she lived, and he had returned to the apartment quickly since the store got busy.

"How would I know?" Harry replied.

"You read a lot," he said, before folding the papers to start serving another customer who set down several designer leather jeans.

"Manga, or book novels, or listening to music, or playing video games, Ken..."

"Eh," was the end of that short conversation.

Harry finished restocking the metal rack with more albums of Metallica, when he heard the door jingle. He sighed as more groups of teens wander into the store.

"Busy day..." he sighs to himself.

"Excuse me, but there are no more half mesh tees," called a customer from the second floor.

"I'll check in the back," Harry spoke up, abandoning his spot and heads off to the stock room.

Passing by another girl who was looking over some of the graphic tee shirts, his disappearing into the back was just perfect, because the front door open, and a young woman in her early twenties, possibly, entered the store. She had bubblegum pink hair. Immediately she walked over to the fishnet section, and started picking up several brands of fishnet stocking for arms and shirts. Who knew Tonks was a fishnet girl? Anyway, Tonks walked up to the muggle register that just cleared of a customer, and having exchanged enough money into muggle currency prior to heading to the muggle world, she paid for her items, and left with a happy smile on her face. As she did and went off to find a place where she could Apparate in secret and out of muggle view, Harry exited the back carrying various shirts and accessories made from fishnet material.

The main stairwell that led to the top had a slanted ramp in the center of the wide staircase. That is how he got the hangers to the top floor. The girl picked out several of the shirts she was looking for: the shirts were mostly black t-shirts, but the material around the stomach ended with a mesh material. Thanking the teen with a smile, she went to check out some of the jean skirts she spied in the corner. With a smile of his own, Harry went restocking the clothes on an empty ring rack.

"He asked you out?"

"Yeah," Hermione replied, blushing over the memory of the surprise kiss that Harry gifted her last night.

At the Granger home, Hermione decided to call her friends and tell them what had happened.

"What happened?" Amy asks.

"It was just sharing some kisses on the couch while the movie kept playing. I also listened to some of Harry's favorite music. It was raining heavily last night so he let me sleep in his bed while he slept on the couch."

"No sex?"

Hermione gave a mock glare. "No sex! I am just not that ready..."

"Or until the tension snaps and you're both clawing at one another rutting like animals," Jennifer says with a grin.

"I can just see it now," Amy said, held in Jen's arms, "the two of you in his bedroom, snogging your breaths away, and you're taking each other's clothes off one by one, with intense foreplay."

Jennifer shivered. "I can totally see Hermione being such a screamer, moaning loudly, and begging for more once Harry's cock fills your hot cunt."

Now it was Hermione's turn to shake in warmth. How would he feel? Oh, now her two horny friends were making her feel warmer.

Ms. Figg was led out on a body bag-heavy stretcher. It was found she had a tiny near undistinguished puncture mark, like she had been injected with something which killed her. However it was a pain for animal control to take and capture all of the cats. Had she still been alive, the very least she would have been issued a citation of some sort for hoarding all of these cats. Neighbors had informed the police that the boy who lived with the Dursleys, who went by the name Harry Potter, went to St. Brutas for the Incurably Insane. But a quick search yielded that Harry Potter does not have any criminal records, except the fact he went to a private boarding school located in Scotland. The woman's only link was that she was his babysitter when the boy was little. Yes, things were looking strange. As far as police assumed, the Dursleys had employed the woman for babysitting duties, and when the family's criminal history was unearthed they believed to silencing the woman in case she ever knew. But it conflicted with evidence because her TOD (Time of Death) was no more than forty-eight hours ago: Injection of oxygen into the bloodstream, which caused a quick but very painful instantaneous death. They had to exhaust all leads; one neighbor who was particularly a bit vicious (the mother of Polkiss, Dudley's bulling friend), suggested Petunia's criminal nephew killed the poor woman.

Back in downtown, while Harry finished ringing up the items for some customers, Kenny was looking out the corner of his eye and saw a police vehicle pull up to the store. "Hey Harry, police." Harry looks up, as an officer walks into the store. Some of the customers gave the officer a wide berth, as he walks up to the register.

"Mr. Potter here?"

"I'm Harry Potter, what can I do for you, sir?"

The officer looked a bit surprised. By descriptions neighbors last know of the child, Harry Potter was supposed to look like some scrawny boy with unruly uncut hair, large used glasses, and wore dirty-looking clothing. The Harry Potter before him looked like one of the more rebellious-looking teenagers that belonged to the Gothic community. Then again, his daughter liked to shop at this teen-orient store lot.

He begins to speak anyway. Looks can deceive. "There's been a murder discovered in Surrey, and we're here to investigate any leads."

Harry was surprised. A murder in Little Whinging, Surrey...? "Who got murdered?"

"A woman named Arabella Figg."

"I know her! She was my babysitter when I was little," Harry said.

"We just need your alibi, then. She was discovered dead by a city worker that was going to demolish a condemned home on Privet Drive. Where were you for the past 48 hours, Mr. Potter?"

"I was with my girlfriend Hermione Granger yesterday in my apartment house on the third floor of the store."

"You never went anywhere else, Mr. Potter?" the cop inquired.

"Only for grocery shopping at the local Aldis. Since I had my girlfriend coming over, I was going to shop for some groceries and make a good lunch she'll enjoy. We basically stayed the rest of the day in my apartment, watching television, listening to music. Yesterday morning beforehand, I was helping my boss, Jennifer Sheppard, with tallying up the inventory, and helped her count up the money she will take to the bank to deposit away, and also figure out next month's paychecks."

"Hey, when are we getting our paychecks?"

"With Kev gone, there's an increase. First week of Sunday next month is the next paycheck."

"Ahh, cool," Kenny responds, before he resumes ringing up some accessories.

After Harry answered a few more questions such as confirming he had never heard of Saint Brutas School (Amelia and Kenny also confirming their friend went to a private boarding school in Scotland), the officer left. He rang up the next customer of some chosen outfits, and some of the candy from the racks by the counter, he took his seat. It was clearing out now so the two boys could relax.

"What was that about? You, Harry Potter, going to a school for criminally insane boys..?"

"Vicious lies my former relatives spread in my former neighborhood when I was little. My former aunt was Catholic, and since her sister, my mother, married a non-Catholic, she instantly believed I was a bastard child, a sinner, when I was left to her care when my parents passed away, killed in a house burglary gone horribly wrong."

"Pretty extreme," Ken whistled, "she sounds like a horrid bitch."

Harry sighed. "You have no idea," he told Kenny.

Of course, he couldn't really tell them that he was a wizard and yes, magic does exist. He didn't need the Wizarding World to bitch and moan should he confide, but then again, if anybody from the Order ever found him, then he would have a hell of a lot of trouble. He wondered however how the goblins were doing with the plan they all concocted. It was three weeks later when finally got wind of what had happened to Arabella. When Kingsley went to find out what had happened he told the Order she had been murdered by a muggle using pure oxygen inside a hypodermic needle. Her stash of emergency Galleons had been stolen. But this was even worse: after the meeting, Dumbledore was back in his little fort, when all his trinkets that monitored the blood wards crashed and exploded.

At the Dursley household, Mundungus Fletcher went to a wizarding bar instead of doing his duties so he never saw the British city workers demolish the unsanitary home in Privet Drive. When Dumbledore and the Order (sans Sirius and Dung as the drunkard was drinking instead of doing his duty as commanded), they watched as a wrecking ball smashes through the kitchen, demolishing the last traces of the home.

"Alright, clear the foundation out, and let's get to rebuild the house back to code ethics," the boss of the operation told his workers.

Hiding under Notice Me Not spells, Dumbledore was horrified seeing muggles destroying the Dursley home. Sirius was behind the others, so no one saw him when, with his hand slid into his pocket, he tapped a charmed Japanese ryo. In Gringotts, a similar gold coin began to glow. Ragnarok began to curse. Something happened that neither anticipated. As this happened, Harry – who didn't have to work today – drove up to Hermione's home, and walked up to the door, ringing the doorbell.

It opens, and Hermione smiles as she hugs Harry, and they share quick kisses. As they part, he looks her over. She's started to taking a liking to wearing those jean skirts...

"So glad you're here, Harry. My parents returned home early."

"Oh, your parents?" he asks, sweating a bit.

"Oh don't be that way. I told them all about you. Mum and dad would like to meet you."

Harry smiles a bit. "Well, I'd be glad to meet them... but... I hope your dad won't shoot me because of how I'm dressed."

"He better not," she muttered under her breath, as she pulls him into the house. Then again, once her father saw Harry's choice of a ride...

Well... Harry and Hermione are dating, but not everything seems to be in peace. With this sudden deconstruction of the Dursley Household and the death of Arabella Figg, some plans will have to be sped up before Dumbledore finally catches wind of it all and attempt to once again meddle into Harry's life and take control. Harry gets to meet Hermione's parents next chapter... Hehehe.