A Greater Power

Chapter 1: The Invitation

Willow's POV:

"Are you crazy!" I shouted, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Do I look like Bellatrix Lestrange to you?" he muttered, showing only one emotion. Irritation. We starred at each other momentarily before I burst out laughing, clutching my sides in the process.

"No you most certainly do not," I said, in between breaths. "And I am thankful for that, because if you were I could not do this."

I took two big steps and filled the space in between us, I gently touched his lips with mine. Goosebumps coursing through my body at the same time. I felt his hands move slowly up my sides, making me shiver and move closer to him for warmth. I could feel his member against my stomach, as his arms slide around me.

I broke the kiss, only to have him lift me off the ground and carry me towards the stairs. However, before we could even get halfway up the stairs a knock came at the door. Stopping the blissful moment in its' tracks. I felt a sigh escape my lips as Severus put me down, and proceeded to answer the door.

"Severus." the person hissed, and it immediately made my skin crawl.

"Lucius what do I owe the pleasure?" Severus hissed, making me quietly laugh as I perched myself on the steps. Lucius side stepped Severus and entered the house.

"I was wondering if you would be going to the World Cup." Lucius drawled, looking around before eventually finding me. "Draco has been talking nonstop about a certain girl he befriended last year, and I knew she was here staying with you."

"And how'd you come to know that," I questioned, letting the annoyance at his arrival be known. "Not many people know my whereabouts."

"It does not matter," Lucius stated, making me roll my eyes "Draco has requested that I invite you so there you have it, if you want to go then go I will leave your ticket here."

Third Person POV:

By the time Harry arrived in the kitchen, the three Dursleys were already seated around the table. None of them looked up as he entered or sat down. Uncle Vernon's large red face was hidden behind the morning's Daily Mail, and Aunt Petunia was cutting a grapefruit into quarters, her lips pursed over her horselike teeth.

Dudley looked furious and sulky, and somehow seemed to be taking up even more space than usual. This was saying something, as he always took up an entire side of the square table by himself. When Aunt Petunia put a quarter of unsweetened grapefruit onto Dudley's plate with a tremulous "There you are, Diddy darling," Dudley glowered at her. His life had taken a most unpleasant turn since he had come home for the summer with his end-of-year report.

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia had managed to find excuses for his bad marks as usual: Aunt Petunia always insisted that Dudley was a very gifted boy whose teachers didn't understand him, while Uncle Vernon maintained that "he didn't want some swotty little nancy boy for a son anyway." They also skated over the accusations of bullying in the report — "He's a boisterous little boy, but he wouldn't hurt a fly!" Aunt Petunia had said tearfully.

However, at the bottom of the report there were a few wellchosen comments from the school nurse that not even Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia could explain away. No matter how much Aunt Petunia wailed that Dudley was big-boned, and that his poundage was really puppy fat, and that he was a growing boy who needed plenty of food, the fact remained that the school outfitters didn't stock knickerbockers big enough for him anymore. The school nurse had seen what Aunt Petunia's eyes — so sharp when it came to spotting fingerprints on her gleaming walls, and in observing the comings and goings of the neighbors — simply refused to see: that far from needing extra nourishment, Dudley had reached roughly the size and weight of a young killer whale.