Five weeks of training had changed things.
Harry arrived at the clearing each evening with increasing eagerness, his progress remarkable. He could hold his connection to his magical core for minutes at a time now, and twice he'd managed to produce a visible shimmer of light around his hands without any wand at all.
But it wasn't just the magic that had changed.
Alisa found herself looking forward to their sessions with an intensity that frightened her. The way Harry's face lit up when he succeeded. The quiet conversations they shared afterward, sitting on their log, watching the stars emerge. The brush of his shoulder against hers when they walked back to the castle.
Her dick brushing with his body…
Tonight, she'd had to correct his stance again.
"Your weight is too far forward," she said, moving behind him. Her hands came to rest on his hips—she'd stopped hesitating about touching him days ago. "Shift back. Root yourself."
Harry adjusted, and she felt the change in his balance immediately.
"Better," she murmured, very aware of how close she was standing, how her breath stirred the hair at the nape of his neck.
Harry turned his head slightly. "Alisa?"
"Yes?"
"Can I ask you something personal?"
Her heart stuttered. "You can ask."
"The curse. The one the demon gave you." He paused, seeming to gather courage. "Does it hurt? I mean—I've seen you sometimes, when you think no one's looking. You get this expression, like something's bothering you."
If only you knew.
"It's... complicated," Alisa said carefully. "There's discomfort, sometimes. Pressure that builds if I don't manage it properly."
"Is there anything I can do to help?"
The question was so earnest, so genuinely concerned, that Alisa felt her chest tighten.
"You already help," she said softly. "More than you know."
Harry turned fully to face her, and suddenly they were very close. His green eyes searched her face, looking for something she wasn't sure she could give.
"I talked to Tonks," he said quietly. "After our first session. I asked her about... about what I noticed."
Alisa's blood ran cold. "What did she tell you?"
"Not much. Just that the curse changed things about your body, and that it wasn't her secret to share." Harry's gaze didn't waver. "She said if I wanted to know more, I'd have to ask you directly."
"And now you're asking."
"No." Harry shook his head slowly. "I'm telling you that whenever you're ready to tell me, I'll listen. And whatever it is—whatever the curse did—it won't change how I see you."
Alisa's throat felt impossibly tight. "You don't know that."
"I know you." Harry's hand came up, hesitant, and brushed a strand of hair from her face. "I know you're brave and kind, and you make me feel like I can actually do this. Like I'm not just the Boy Who Lived, but someone who matters for who I am."
"Harry..."
"You don't have to say anything now." He stepped back, giving her space. "I just wanted you to know where I stand."
"You are." Tonks crossed to her, taking her hands. "Listen to me. Harry Potter has faced a lot of things. You really think finding out you have a little cock—which is actually not so little, but that's not the point, is going to be the thing that breaks him?"
He'll find out eventually, Tonks had said. Trust him to handle it.
Maybe it was time.
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Alisa found Tonks in her quarters, once again reviewing reports.
"I need to tell him," she said without preamble.
Tonks looked up, unsurprised. "Harry?"
"Yes." Alisa began to pace. "He basically told me tonight that he knows something's different about me and he doesn't care. That it won't change anything."
"Sounds like Harry."
"But he doesn't know, Tonks. He doesn't know what the curse actually did. What if he says all that and then finds out and can't handle it? What if—"
"What if he's exactly who he says he is?" Tonks set aside her quill and stood. "Alisa. Stop spiralling."
"I'm not—"
"You are." Tonks crossed to her, taking her hands. "Listen to me. Harry Potter has faced a lot of things. You really think finding out you have a little cock—which is actually not so little, but that's not the point is going to be the thing that breaks him?"
"What do I even say?" Alisa asked helplessly. "By the way, Harry, I know we've been getting close, but there's something you should know—I have a penis?"
"That's one approach." Tonks grinned. "Or you could be a bit more gradual about it."
"How?"
Tonks was quiet for a moment, thinking.
"You could let him find out naturally," she said slowly. "Next time things get... heated between you. Let him discover it himself, in a context where it's clear you're attracted to him, and he's attracted to you."
"That feels deceptive."
"It's not deception if you're planning to be honest about it the moment he notices." Tonks squeezed her hands. "Some things are easier to accept when they come with context. When he can see that you want him, and that you were nervous about telling him, and that it doesn't change the connection between you."
Alisa considered this.
"And if he reacts badly?"
"Then at least you'll know." Tonks' voice was gentle. "Better than wondering forever."
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Chapter 25: Promise
Chapter 26: Anxious
Chapter 27: Specimen, again
Chapter 28: Thorough examination
Chapter 29: Relating
Chapter 30: Eleanor I
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