Harry Potter and The Force of Magic Chapter 29 (Happiness and Joy) (Patreon)

' "Ohh, Gods. Harry!!" Tonks couldn't help but let out throaty moans of pleasure as Harry continued to thrust his cock deep inside her. They had been going at it for hours now, overwhelming her senses to the point where she struggled to recall the last time she had experienced such all-consuming ecstasy. As Tonks's body yearned for release, she found herself captivated by Harry's golden eyes. She felt like she was drowning herself in them; they seemed infinite and made her want to submit to him completely, not that she minded as he fucked her into a moaning mess.

"Ohhh, Harry!!" Tonks screamed out his name as they both reached their climax; her body shook in delicious pleasure, stars appeared in her eyes, his hot delicious cum filled her insides, and her legs tight around his waist, making sure he would explode inside her.

Harry pulled out after letting out several more ropes of seed inside her. Breathing heavily, Tonks struggled to regain her composure, her body still trembling from the intense pleasure they had just experienced. The hours of ecstasy had taken their toll, making even the simplest tasks, like moving her fingers, feel challenging. Gratefully, Harry showed his kindness and tenderness, wrapping his arms around Tonks and gently guiding her to lay on top of him. Her head nestled against his broad chest; she could hear the comforting rhythm of his heartbeat as he reclined on the bed, their bodies still intimately connected. Despite Tonks being older than Harry, she couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction in their current position, finding solace in Harry's gentle touch as his hands lovingly caressed her hair.

"I love your hair," he whispered softly, his words laced with adoration and affection. Tonks couldn't help but release a joyous giggle, feeling an inexplicable surge of happiness at his sweet compliment. As her index finger lazily traced circles around his toned muscles, a playful intimacy enveloped them both. The room seemed to fade away, lost in the comforting heat radiating from him, offering solace and a sense of security. With every beat of his strong arms around her, Tonks felt an undeniable desire to draw even closer. Gazing up into his mesmerizing golden eyes, which seemed to shine like precious gold in the darkness, she couldn't help but get lost in the intensity of their connection.

"Just my hair?" Tonks couldn't help but tease, her mischievous grin widening as she playfully tugged on a strand of her vibrant, ever-changing hair. As she moved up her body, her lips grazed along the heated trail left by their earlier kisses until they found a sensitive spot on his throat, where her gentle suckling elicited a deep growl from Harry. Tonks felt his hands traverse down her curves, finding their way to the roundness and firmness of her ass cheeks. With a confident squeeze, he drew a delicious moan from her.

"I like your lips too, the way they feel, and your eyes are beautiful. You are Beautiful." Harry said, his lustful voice driving a shiver into her body; suddenly, she felt warm again down there. Tonks couldn't believe it. Despite hours, she was still ready for more. She knew she needed to rest, but her body was betraying her.

"What about my ass?" Tonks playfully teased Harry, provoking a mischievous grin to form on his face. Without hesitation, he lightly slapped her perky ass cheeks, causing a pleasurable moan to escape from Tonks' lips. Encouraged by her response, Tonks began to grind herself against Harry.

"I like all of you, Nym." Harry's voice made her shiver again, especially when his fingers cupped her chin, making her look right at his golden eyes; she felt like she could look at them forever.

"Nym?"

"I like calling you that, if you don't mind?"

Tonks usually wouldn't allow anyone to call her pet names, but she liked how the name rolled off his tongue and how he looked at her. "I like it as long as you don't call me that in front of others. The last thing both of us need is my mother's teasing." Tonks said with a groan at the thought; she could already imagine her mother teasing them endlessly and not stopping talking about a future marriage.

Harry chuckled in amusement before closing the gap. Tonks moaned as his lips dominated hers, his hands massaging her bare skin; it felt pleasurable; every touch of his drove her crazy as if he knew how to touch her to make her wild with lust.

Pulling away from the kiss, Tonks was ready for another round when Harry stopped. "Nym, you have nothing against me being with Hermione?" His voice made her melt; he sounded genuinely concerned, and she was glad that he was asking her.

"Me and Hermione agreed that we both marry you. As long as you don't forget about me. I wouldn't mind Hermione, or anyone else~" her voice dropped to a whisper. In a seamless motion, she rolled around, entwining herself with him, ultimately finding herself on top. With her hands spread across his chest, she felt the contours of his well-defined abs and muscular chest. Harry carefully positioned his cockhead near her entrance, teasing her lips with his tip. This tantalizing act sent waves of profound desire coursing through her.

Usually, she loved his little games, but she was in no mood to wait; with just a gentle and controlled motion, Tonks experienced a rush of exhilaration as the cock made its way entirely into her eager and receptive pussy. As her body began to sway rhythmically, she couldn't help but emit a passionate and unrestrained moan. The sensation intensified further as she discovered Harry's hands reaching for her breasts, their warmth and firmness electrifying her senses. Shortly after, a wave of arousal engulfed her when Harry's lips connected with her already-hardened nipple. Tonks's vocalizations grew louder, "Ohhh, Harry!". Her hands found solace in Harry's dark locks and pushed his head deeper into her breasts.

Now

It had been a week since Sirius's trial, and now he was officially free. The Ministry had tried to do this as quietly as possible but for a case like that of Sirius Black, who came from a Pure Blood family. It had taken only a few hours for the entire London and beyond to know that a member of House Black had been punished without a trial. That definitely hadn't painted a pretty picture for London in general to the other countries, and Fudge, with his 'infinite wisdom,' had tried to save as much face as possible.

But Harry didn't really care what the Ministry did for now. He had been thankful to Lady Amelia for saving Sirius, saying her help had ensured that, but Harry had quickly noticed the looks he got from her. Harry wasn't sure why, but he figured it was because of what he did that night to Peter Pettigrew; perhaps Lady Bones was suspicious of him but with no real proof.

Three days ago, Sirius took Harry to visit Grimmauld Place, telling him that now he was free. He could live with Sirius from now on. Harry agreed, and Professor Dumbledore didn't have anything against it as long as Sirius didn't do something stupid. Harry and Sirius had agreed that Harry would spend the rest of the holiday with the Tonks, and once the School Year ended, he would spend the summer with Sirius. His godfather had already promised he would take him all over the world during Summer.

After his burst of Holy Magic, Harry had never felt more powerful; his holy spells were much easier to cast, and talking with Venefecia had gotten easier. She would often appear in his dreams and talk more about Holy Magic, how to use it, and all the ways one could use it. While Harry wanted to know how to use it, he wanted to know how Holy Magic came to be.

'My Predecessor, told me that Holy Magic earned its name from Merlin. By his own words, Holy Magic is the Magic of Gods. The power is extraordinary and boundless, but one might drown in it. One should never reach too high, or they will drown in the deepest pits. Remember, Harry. Holy Magic drew my Predeccessor into madness.'

Sitting up on his comfortable bed, with the soft sheets cradling his body, it was very early in the calm, serene morning when the first glimmers of sunlight gradually illuminated the room. The breathtaking beauty of the sun's ascent spread across the vast horizon, painting the sky with vibrant orange, pink, and gold hues. Despite the dimness of the closed window blinds, delicate rays of sunlight delicately snuck into the room, casting gentle beams of warmth and hope upon the peaceful setting. In this tranquil atmosphere, Tonks rested soundly on his bed, completely relaxed beneath the cozy blanket that lovingly hugged her naked body.

His eyes were drawn to the golden circle that formed above his palm, and slowly, a tiny golden light appeared in the center of the golden circle. The golden circle had several symbols, as always, but three of them were always consistent.

One was the symbol of the Trident.

The second was a hand holding a ball of golden flames.

The third was a Tree made of light, with branches spread across a whole city.

"Crescere." Harry's golden eyes, shimmering like jewels, glittered with intensity as he expertly incanted the spell. A tiny golden light materialized from thin air, casting a brilliant illumination above his open palm. Effortlessly gliding through the surrounding space, it left an enchanting trail of resplendent golden light in its wake. Gradually, this luminosity expanded in size. Suddenly, a magnificent small golden explosion erupted, devoid of any flames but brimming with magical potency. Innumerable minuscule golden lights materialized simultaneously, each appearing in a magnificent display before Harry.

"Mutatio." As the tiny golden lights flickered to life. With synchronized precision, they swirled through the air, converging towards a single point like a constellation coming to life. Their collective brilliance intensified as they collided and merged, transforming into a radiant spectacle. What was initially a mesmerizing display of hundreds of small golden lights had now transcended into the manifestation of Harry's desires.

"Aureum Snitch." In front of him was a golden snitch with its customary small wings fluttering slightly in the air. However, what truly set this snitch apart from its authentic counterpart was the mesmerizing manner in which it emitted a radiant golden light, casting an ethereal glow that elegantly illuminated every corner of the room.

The Golden Snitch landed on his hand, but Harry quickly noticed it was almost weightless; while the original Golden Snitch wasn't heavy, this one felt weightless. Harry wondered what he had done wrong; this wasn't a good replica of the snitch.

"Disperge." The Golden Snitch quickly burst into hundreds of golden lights; Harry quickly decided to try something else. The Holy Magic created what he thought of, or at least tried to; Harry quickly thought of the snitch again, but this time, he thought of what element it was made of and how heavy it was and tried to make a perfect picture of it in his mind. He needed to think of every single detail, how big the golden snitch was and everything else.

"Aureum Snitch." This time, the hundreds of tiny golden lights, resembling stars, began to dance and weave gracefully, swirling and twirling around each other. Their movements grew more synchronized, creating a mesmerizing display as they gradually formed into a flawless sphere of radiant, golden lights. As the sphere contracted and condensed, its size diminished until it resembled the golden snitch. The snitch-like figure took shape; a brilliant burst of golden light radiated from its core, illuminating the surroundings with its ethereal glow. The luminosity extended outward, casting a warm and encompassing radiance before gradually fading away, ultimately revealing a perfectly crafted Golden Snitch, suspended effortlessly in mid-air.

Slowly, Harry grabbed the golden snitch. Its weight was identical to the real one, and soon, the tiny wings spread from it and started flying around like a real golden snitch.

"Hic." The snitch flew back to Harry's hand when Harry issued the command.

Harry quickly started experimenting, creating the broom he got from Professor McGonagall back in the first year. This was much more difficult since the broom had more details he needed to think of, but slowly, after six failures, he managed to create a perfect copy of the broom.

But Harry quickly noticed something: the things he created could only stay in their form for a short time. The Golden Snitch turned back to golden lights within thirty minutes, while the broomstick only lasted ten minutes. After a few more experiments, Harry realized that the bigger and the more details an object he wanted to create had, the sooner it would lose its form and return back to golden lights.

Magic also played a part; when Harry tried to create a perfect replica of his wand, the wand lost its form within a minute. Harry realized that mass, details, and magic played a part in how long an object he created would keep its form, but he was certain that with enough training, he could make it last longer.

After playing around more with his powers, he created a golden flame; its heat made him sweat. He knew the flame was dangerous to anything, but Harry had nothing to test it on. Perhaps Malfoy would do, but sadly, he wasn't nearby when he needed him.

Upon hearing Tonks stirring up, Harry stopped his magic and joined her in bed.

It was still too early in the morning, and Tonks's magnificent locks of beautiful pink hair cascaded down, playfully obscuring half of her delicate face. Harry couldn't help but be amused by this sight, causing a light chuckle to escape his lips. With a gentle gesture, he reached out and gracefully moved aside a stray strand of her vibrant hair, revealing her flushed and eager expression. In response, Harry leaned in and tenderly planted a kiss on Tonks's soft lips, which she eagerly reciprocated.

Pulling away slightly, he started with delicate and loving kisses; he trailed a path down her exposed neck, savoring the enticing moans of pleasure that escaped from her parted lips. Harry continued his exploration, skillfully sucking on the delicate skin of her neck, eliciting a sensual and ecstatic moan from Tonks that reverberated through the room.

"Harry!" Tonks moaned as Harry played a little with her breasts before he started worshiping her cunt. Harry had soon learned that Parseltongue worked on driving girls crazy with lust, and hearing Tonks moan his name was music to his ears.

''' You Belong to Me!'" Harry hissed in Parseltongue against her cunt, quickly earning a scream of pleasure from Nym; thankfully, Harry had made sure to use a Silence Charm before he started.

Later

After having fun with Tonks, Harry decided to go out with Lupin. He wanted to buy something for Sirius to celebrate for being a free man and figured Lupin would know just what to get him.

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"This is not going well, maybe we should just give up."

As Remus glances at the sour Harrz. The corners of the teenager's mouth are pulled down in an unmistakable pout. The slight redness at the tip of his nose reveals his exposure to the chilly weather, while the teenager tries to shield himself from the cold by being bundled up in a long scarf.

"We are not giving up, Harry," he says with a small smile, motioning towards the pub a little further down the street. "Let's take a break and get something to drink."

Harry's lack of response is evident as he aimlessly scuffs his feet against the cobblestones of Diagon Alley. However, despite his silence, he obediently trails behind Remus as the latter resumes their journey. Remus guides them towards the renowned Leaky Cauldron, holding the entrance door ajar and allowing Harry to slip inside before him. Sensing Harry's need for solitude, Remus discreetly signals him to settle at a secluded table. Meanwhile, Remus heads towards the bar, navigating the bustling crowd. Without hesitation, he requests two steaming cups of hot apple cider, extravagantly garnished with a dollop of cardamom whipped cream. Balancing the beverages in his hands, Remus approaches the table where Harry awaits. Although Remus has shed his scarf and coat, Harry's countenance remains sullen, undeterred by his surroundings. Remus gently pushes the mug of cider towards him, hoping to alleviate his seemingly permanent frown.

Harry glowers, his eyes narrowing with frustration, but he eventually succumbs and reaches out to pick it up. Despite his initial reluctance, he takes a sip, the liquid warming his throat and momentarily soothing his inner turmoil. The intensity of his emotions subside, and he slumps back in his seat, emitting a rather dramatic sigh that resonates with the weight of his thoughts.

Remus discreetly observes the young boy. With his years of experience, Remus can't help but notice the stark resemblance between Harry and his father. While most people only mention Harry's inherited emerald eyes from Lily, Remus knows there is more to it. It becomes evident to him as he watches the subtle changes in Harry's expression. The tightness around his mouth reflects a simmering anger.

"Harry," Remus says carefully, the boy's green eyes flickering up to meet his, "I think you are pushing yourself-- a little too far?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that Sirius will be happy whatever you give him, Harry. The only thing he really wants is to spend the holiday with you."

"That's not enough."

"Okay," he says after a moment, nodding more to himself than Harry. "We've already eliminated clothes and books. I don't suppose a pet is a good idea," his lips twitch slightly at Harry's snort, but he can see the hint of a smile on the boy's face that makes warmth bloom in his chest.

The smile dies out quickly on Harry's face, a fleeting moment of happiness replaced by sadness. Instead of looking sulky, his expression becomes solemn as he gazes at the table again. Remus waits patiently. In this delicate moment, Remus refrains from prodding or pressuring him. Deep down, Remus comprehends just how deeply Harry values his godfather, Sirius. While he is aware that whatever Harry ultimately decides to give Sirius will undoubtedly make him ecstatic, Remus empathizes with the boy's desire to offer something truly special.

"I hardly know him," Harry's voice cracked, almost a whisper, as he turned to look at Remus. "I know my father valued him, he was his best friend, and he is my godfather. Yet, I hardly know anything about him. I don't know who Sirius Black is."

"Harry, it is not your fault; you know he had been in Azkaban for years now, and until Peter was captured, I understand you were perhaps wary of him. Now, you have all the time in the world to get to know him. Trust me, he wants the same. I know Sirius; he would be happy even if you gifted him a snowball." Remus said before taking a small sip from the drink. Harry seemed ready to say something, but Remus continued before he could.

"But I get that you want to give him something, so we're not going back home until we've found something that you're happy with, okay?"

"Tell me about him?" Harry suddenly requested, and Remus was more than happy to tell him everything he wanted to know.

"Did he ever tell you about the time we got lost in the cave?" Harry shook his head but seemed excited to know more.

Remus started telling him that when they were in the fourth year, Sirius and James had the brilliant idea to explore a nearby cave near Hogsmade. Harry's lips twitched upwards in amusement; he could already imagine his godfather doing something like that. Remus told him how they decided to explore; apparently, ghosts used to live down there, but when they walked inside and explored deep into the cave for an hour, Sirius accidentally used a spell that caused the whole cave to shake and for the entrance to be blocked by rocks. Remus finished the story, telling Harry that it took hours for them to find the entrance, to move the rocks away with spells, and to return back to Hogwarts; by the time they were back, it was night, and Professor McGonagall had not been happy with them. All three of them had earned a detention for two months for their little stunt.

Harry laughed out by the end of the tale, but suddenly, his eyes widened as if an idea had just come to his mind.

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The Holiday at Tonks's house is better than Harry had dared hope, filling him with both excitement and anxiety. The joyous atmosphere, sparkling decorations, and warm company make it feel like a dream come true.

However, amidst the festive cheer, a flutter of nerves resides in Harry's stomach whenever he thinks about the carefully wrapped gift hidden in his bedroom. The anticipation of presenting it to Sirius, away from curious onlookers, amplifies his uneasiness. Needing a moment of solitude, Harry seizes the opportunity when everyone is occupied with lunch preparations and sneaks away, ascending the stairs to his bedroom. His heart races as he retrieves the gift from its secret place underneath the bed. This present holds a depth of meaning known only to Harry and Sirius. As he cradles the gift in his hands, Harry can't help but wonder how Sirius will react, hoping that it will bring a smile to his face and convey the depth of emotions he struggles to put into words.

Harry's eyes scanned the room in the dining room until they landed on Sirius Black, his godfather, rummaging through the antique cupboard with an air of mischief. As Harry approached, he couldn't help but call out Sirius' name, his voice echoing in the silence.

Sirius' head snapped up, his eyes meeting Harry's, and a mischievous grin tugged at the corners of his lips. The sight of Harry standing there, his messy hair and vibrant green eyes, filled Sirius' heart with warmth and joy. A rush of emotions washed over them both.

"Harry! Here to help?"

"Uh, sure," Harry says, stepping further into the room. "Actually, I– there was something–"

His heart is pounding so hard in his chest that he's sure Sirius must hear it.

"Alright then, what can I do for you? Or are you already bored of Tonks, please don't tell me that's the case." he asks with a teasing voice as he pulls a chair out, waving his hand to make the chair by Harry move out slightly as well.

He sits himself down, leaning back on his chair as he watches Harry with bright grey eyes, balancing on the chair's back legs. Harry remains standing, feeling awkward suddenly, tongue-tied almost, and when the silence has stretched a little too long, Sirius takes pity on him.

"Happy with your presents?"

"Yes," Harry croaks, and then he clears his throat. "I mean, yeah, of course; I mean, the books...they're brilliant."

Sirius grins, looking pleased, before snapping the chair back onto all four legs.

"Okay then," his godfather says, studying him carefully. "What's on your mind, Harry? Spit it out."

Harry sighed a little, the weight of his emotions becoming tangible as he sank down on the chair in front of him. A sense of self-consciousness washed over him, enveloping him in a feeling of absurdity that he couldn't shake off. Slowly, he retrieved the carefully concealed gift from its hiding place behind his back, his fingers trembling slightly. As the vibrant wrapping paper came into view, he couldn't help but feel a mixture of anticipation and vulnerability. Placing the gift delicately on the table, he gently pushed it over to Sirius' side, the sound of the gesture echoing in the intimate silence of the room. Harry's heart skipped a beat, and he felt a blush creeping up his cheeks, his face growing warm with a tinge of embarrassment.

"I just...I wanted to give you a gift. I mean, it's not–"

Harry falls quiet as Sirius reaches out and gets a hold of the gift, his eyes wide; it seems even Sirius is struggling with what to say.

He glances up slightly to see Sirius watching him, a strange sort of expression on his face, fingers carefully tracing the wrapped present. He pushes against it, and Harry knows it feels soft. Sirius' gaze drops to where his fingers trace the ribbon, and when he speaks, he sounds unusually hoarse.

"Should I open it now?"

"Yeah," Harry nods, wiping the palm of his hands on his jeans as he shifts a little awkwardly, "I think– yeah."

Sirius nods, fingers working a little at the knot, a brief struggle before he manages to get it loose. He turns the gift over, unwrapping it carefully, taking his time, and it feels like torture to Harry. A part of him wishes Sirius would tear it open and get it over with quickly. Eventually, he gets it open, though, turning the piece of fabric over in his hand.

The cloth before him was adorned in the vibrant hues of Gryffindor red with intricate golden inlays. Delicate and painstakingly crafted patterns danced gracefully around the edges. Unraveling the cloth with the utmost care, Sirius took his time to unfold it as if unveiling a secret treasure. Its dimensions measured about five by five square feet, encompassing a substantial space. Ripples of anticipation coursed through Harry as his heart skipped a beat. Yet, his godfather remained mostly impassive, offering little indication of his thoughts or sentiments. Harry desperately sought to discern the enigmatic imagery stitched into the fabric. Not akin to the rigid branches of the Black family tree, the design before them boasted a more whimsical arrangement. Small, intricately crafted faces intricately intertwined, their connections forming a delicate web, shimmering with strands of golden thread.

"I thought–" Harry starts, swallowing thickly when Sirius doesn't say anything, and for a moment, there's a stab of panic.

"It was a stupid idea," he whispers, throat burning, and he wishes the ground would swallow him up as he reaches out to take the cloth from Sirius' hands.

"No," Sirius says firmly, pulling it towards him, his gaze shifting up to settle on Harry, and he's surprised to see that his eyes are a little wet, shining brighter than usual. "No, Harry, this is..."

He trails off, voice strangled, then he takes a deep breath as if to steady himself, and when he speaks again, his voice is firm, a small smile tugging at his mouth.

"Harry, this is absolutely perfect. How did you even pull this off?"

"Remus helped," Harry admits, warmth and relief flooding him as Sirius' smile widens and he mirrors it hesitantly. "He helped me set it up, and it can be added to; Remus knows how; he said he'd teach you if– if you want."

"Of course I want," Sirius says without hesitation, his fingers running carefully over the soft fabric. "Harry, I don't think you understand...thank you."

Sirius stands, striding over to Harry's side of the table with long steps, and almost before Harry's had time to react, he's pulled up on his feet and into a bone-crushing hug. He huffs out a breath, his cheeks burning, but it's a good sort of feeling, warmth spreading through him. His eyes sting a little bit, but he scrunches them shut.

"I hope you like it," Harry whispers against Sirius' chest, the sound of it mostly muffled, and he's quite grateful Sirius can't see his face just then.

He doesn't pull away from the hug; he isn't quite ready, his own hands sneaking around Sirius' waist to hold on to him a little bit. It feels good, someone hugging him like this so easily as if it's the most natural thing in the world. Then Sirius pushes him back slightly, but it's gentle, and the way he ruffles Harry's hair feels almost affectionate.

"The best present I could ever wish for," Sirius assures him with a wide smile, wrapping one arm over his shoulder. "C'mon, let's choose a place for it together."

Harry lets himself be steered away, a little skip in his step, and he can't help the grin that's tugging at him. He nods, his heart beating steadily, comfortingly.

"Together."

Later

As the night approached, Hermione came to visit, as did the rest of House Weasly, after giving Ron his gift. His friend gave him some chocolate. Harry appreciated the gesture. Sirius couldn't stop grinning the whole day; even Lady Andromeda asked him if he was perhaps sick or something.

Soon, Hermione arrived through the floo gates. With a wide smile on her face, she immediately spotted Harry standing in the room and rushed towards him. Without hesitation, she enveloped him in a warm and tight embrace.

Feeling the comfort and familiarity of Hermione's hug, Harry responded instantly, his arms wrapping around her with equal fervor. It felt like the world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them locked in an embrace.

Meanwhile, the small audience that had gathered, including Sirius, couldn't resist commenting on the heartwarming scene before them. Sirius took great pleasure in teasing the pair.

However, Hermione remained unperturbed by the attention and teasing, focusing solely on the precious moments shared with Harry. She finally pulled away with a gentle and reluctant release, but not before gazing into Harry's eyes with a mixture of gratitude and love.

After Hermione greeted everyone, Harry gestured for Hermione to sit on the plush, comfortably inviting sofa next to him. Harry's uneasiness became evident as she settled down through his subtle shuffling and fidgeting. However, as a wave of warmth washed over him, he recalled Sirius's immense joy upon receiving the special gift. Determined to replicate that happiness, Harry swiftly retrieved the carefully concealed present that he had cleverly hidden behind the couch earlier.

"This is for you, Hermione," Harry said, his face turning crimson with embarrassment, as he extended his hand to present her with the elegantly wrapped box. Upon receiving the gift, Hermione's countenance illuminated with delight, akin to a dazzling star illuminating the night sky. With eager anticipation, she swiftly peeled back the layers of the exquisite wrapping paper, revealing a treasure trove of surprises within. Nestled inside the box were two meticulously bound books.

Adjacent to the literary gems lay a breathtakingly beautiful blue dress adorned with delicate embroidery and ethereal charm. Yet, the true heart of the gift resided in a delicate necklace glimmering with a fiery ruby.

"Harry!!" Hermione gasped in astonishment, her eyes widening as she carefully reached out to retrieve the necklace from the box. She handled it delicately, almost like a fragile piece of glass. The breathtaking piece of jewelry was crafted entirely from pure gold, its surface gleaming with a lustrous shine that caught the light in mesmerizing ways. At the heart of this enchanting creation lay a stunning ruby, its deep red hue accentuating the intricate craftsmanship.

"Do you like it?" Harry asked nervously, hoping she loved the gift. Nym had helped him choose the gift, saying Hermione was of the right age to receive gifts other than more books.

"Harry!" Hermione didn't know what to say as she looked between Harry and the necklace. "How much did it cost?" Hermione felt guilty that Harry had spent who knows how much on a necklace.

"But do you like it?" Harry asked with hopeful eyes, his voice tiny, hoping she loved the gift.

"Yes," Hermione said with a growing smile, her eyes shining with admiration. "It's- It's beautiful," she added, her voice filled with genuine awe and appreciation. Harry couldn't help but feel a surge of relief wash over him, knowing that he had chosen the perfect gift for her. With a quick nod, he reached out to grab the delicate necklace, carefully cradling it in his hands. As he moved behind her, his heart skipped a beat, his fingers fumbling slightly with the clasp. But with determination, he managed to secure the necklace around her slender neck. Hermione turned around to face him, her eyes sparkling and her smile radiating pure happiness. At that moment, Harry realized how much this small gesture had meant to her. Her smile said it all.

"So I take it, you like it," Harry playfully teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Hermione couldn't help but giggle before pulling him into a deep and passionate kiss, savoring it. At that very moment, time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in each other's embrace.

As Harry and Hermione indulged in their affectionate display, the sound of applause filled the air around them. The jubilant cheering came from their friends, family, and loved ones. Among the delighted onlookers, Sirius and Ron stood with wide grins, their cheers echoing the love and warmth felt by everyone present.

Reluctantly breaking away from their embrace, Hermione shifted her gaze towards her necklace. With sparkling eyes brimming with joy and adoration, Hermione couldn't help but be overwhelmed.

"I love it, Harry." Hermione said with the sweetest smile on her face before they kissed again.

Chapter 30 will skip to after Year 3 ends, and the major changes from the Books will start.

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