This chapter was shorter than I wanted, but I want to keep the ‘real fun’ too tease you and keep you coming back for more.

Constant Vigilance

With his word she stepped in. Harry proceeded to the kitchen, “I am getting me something to drink,” he said over his shoulder, “You want anything.”
“No mister Potter…”
The voice froze Harry in his tracks. With trepidation and fear he turned to look at Susan. It was not Susan. Harry stood face to face with the killer of his Godfather, Bellatrix Lestrange.
At the same tine both people grabbed for this wands. His stomach plummeted as he realized his wand was upstairs still. Moody’s voice echoed in his head ‘constant vigilance.’ He looked to Bellatrix who had her want leisurely pointed at his chest. Harry knew he had ruined the blood protection by inviting her in. Like an animal cornered he decided to try going on the offensive and intimidating her. “Come on,” he roared, “try and kill me!”
Bellatrix was unfazed, “Ah poor little Potter trying to act like a big man?” she mocked.
In desperation Harry grabbed the nearest table lamp. As he swung it from the end table the small bobbles and picture frames cracked and shattered as they cascaded across the room. He wielded the lamp like a large club and charged the evil witch.
Bellatrix for w moment was impressed with the young Gryffindor act of courage. The moment seemed to stretch as both peoples adrenalin was coursing through their veins. As Harry came closer Bellatrix yelled, “Impedimenta!” A sliver light shot from her wand and hit Harry directly in the chest. Harry was stopped cold, his body frozen. The lamp was on its down swing directed at Bellatrix’s face. His face was frozen in a silent yell. Only his eyes gave notice that he was still aware on his surroundings as they twitch still staring at Bellatrix.
She lowered her wand and smirked, “you know that is the problem with you Gryffindor. You rush valiantly into the fray without a thought of a plan. That is why I win.” Harry could only stare at her with hate.
Bellatrix pocketed her wand, “Potter I should thank you for leading your godfather to his death. He was getting to be such a bother to my master.” She leaned in and engulfed his mouth with hers. She moaned as she licked as his motionless tongue. She made certain she tasted every part of his mouth before slowly pulling away, she purred into his ear, “I love the taste of young boys in the morning. Wait,” she suddenly grabbed the bulge in his sweat pants, “Potter you are all man aren’t you?” Her hand moved along the still soft member and scrotum.