Harry summoned Penelope and Andromeda to join him and Amelia for their meeting, and Amelia brought in her assistant Audrey to take notes, which turned out to be copious amounts of notes regarding the information Harry shared with her.
And Harry shared a lot. Almost two hours later, Harry took in that last final breath.
"Damn," Audrey murmured.
Well, that word pretty much covered it. Amelia reflected on everything that Harry told her. There were at least half a dozen criminal investigations that should have happened at Hogwarts and quite a few due to Harry's personal circumstances, but Dumbledore used his influence as the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot to block it.
"Madam Bones?" Harry asked.
"I would like to say that I was glad you sent me that letter," Amelia said. "It got the ball rolling on something that is long overdue. Personally, I think that the Ministry and Hogwarts should be kept separately as possible, but there are certain instances where matters cannot be solved internally."
And of course, Hogwarts and the Ministry was not really separated. In fact, Dumbledore holding the posts he did, while being Headmaster of Hogwarts poisoned that well.
"I won't say this is going to be an easy mess to untangle," Amelia said. "Given I'm certain Dumbledore is going to fight anyone from the Ministry getting involved with Hogwarts in every step of the way."
And his supporters would frame it as interfering with Hogwarts. And talk about how there was an agenda to take Dumbledore down. This was not Amelia's first rodeo in the slightest.
"Audrey, file a report and send it to Madam Marchbanks," Amelia said. "The Head of the Department of Magical Education."
"And one of the few people who may be able to properly bend Albus Dumbledore over her knee," Andromeda said. "Given that she was the one who administered his exams."
Harry blinked and did some quick math to figure out how old Madam Marchbanks must be.
"Wow," Harry said.
"Yes, she's been at this for quite a while," Amelia agreed. "Given the fact that Mr. Crouch has been both indisposed and may be in a lot of trouble, I will be taking his place as one of the judges in the Triwizard Tournament. Although, that's nothing you have to worry about, Mr. Potter, given you are under age."
Harry half expected to have to worry about that, despite being underaged. Just call it personal experience.
"I will arrange for a small amount of Aurors to keep watch around Hogwarts during both the drawing for the champion and throughout the entire tournament," Amelia said. "While Crouch Junior has been detained, I wouldn't…well I'm not going to leave anything to chance."
"Well, first time for everything," Harry said.
"You have a right to be cynical, Mr. Potter," Amelia said. "But I can assure you actions speak louder than words. And as for Mr. Black's trial, well there's plenty of evidence to indicate he has not had one. Although, I will say that does not make him a free man, just yet."
"If we can bring him to the Ministry, without any accidents, could he have a trial?" Harry asked.
"Perhaps, although people have already made up their mind regarding Mr. Black with Dumbledore's testimony all of those years ago," Amelia said.
"We need Pettigrew," Andromeda said.
"If you can find him alive, he won't hurt matters," Amelia said. "Unfortunately, with the evidence last due to the incident and all of the records of the Muggles who had their memories modified not even properly filed, it's going to be a hard one without him."
Harry nodded.
"Dumbledore could push for a trial, if he really wanted to," Harry said. "He got Snape off the hook."
"Yes, and there is the matter of…."
"File all of the criminal charges against him," Harry said without hesitation. "When will I be getting back the items that he stole from me?"
"Within the next seventy-two hours, once everything has been properly filed," Amelia said. "Although criminal proceedings will not occur until the Tribunal is finished."
Harry nodded. The fact that Snape had kept a portrait of his mother, along with several pictures and personal belongings just did not sit well with him.
"I think it's time to talk to Dumbledore," Harry said.
"Now?" Andromeda asked.
"We do this on my terms," Harry said.
Andromeda just smiled.
"I will speak again shortly, I'm sure," Amelia said. "I will also inform Dumbledore that Aurors will be showing up at Hogwarts before nightfall."
And Amelia received a message.
"Scrimgeour. Crouch Junior has woken up," Amelia said. "I will speak to you later."
Severus Snape felt very much like a puppy dog being called to be reprimanded by his master. He entered Albus Dumbledore's office and faced him.
"I can assure you, Headmaster, I did not threaten the Malfoy girl into stealing that potion to sabotage that absurd tribunal," Snape said. "You have to believe me."
There was a long pause as Dumbledore peered at one of his instruments on his desk.
"Right now, Severus, I don't know what to believe," Dumbledore said. "Alastor is currently in a critical state in the Hospital Wing. And Bartemius Crouch Junior is alive and well and taken in by the Ministry. And Bartemius Crouch Senior is held at St. Mungos and the delegates for the Triwizard Tournament arrive tomorrow."
"And there's this, Dumbledore."
Snape showed Dumbledore the mark on his forearm which had been growing stronger as the summer progressed.
"Peter Pettigrew has rejoined him and…may have found a way to acquire him a temporary form, until a more…suitable body could be created," Dumbledore said.
"There are many ways," Snape said. "But…."
"Perhaps the answer could come with the missing Ms. Bertha Jorkins," Dumbledore said. "If there's anything left of her to salvage with what Voldemort must have done to gain a tangible form, temporary as it might be."
Snape looked disturbed at what Dumbledore implied. Such dark magic…well he doubted there was much the Dark Lord was not capable of.
"Obsession can be the downfall of even the greatest of men," Dumbledore said. "And Severus, I had no idea…you kept such items…."
"Just mere things to remind me of her," Snape said. "I feel like I was well within my rights to take them."
"Well, the law says differently and Mr. Potter will believe differently," Dumbledore said. "Which is why you've put me between a rock and hard place with helping you. Even if you should survive the tribunal with your employment at Hogwarts, I may not be able to save you from the charges of stealing from an heir of a powerful pureblood family. You took things one step too far with Harry, Severus."
"You told me there was a way I should act, to ensure that those who reported back to their parents, would think I was on their side," Snape said.
"And you went too far," Dumbledore said.
"Only because I did everything you've asked of me and never questioned it," Snape said. "Why do you act like I've done something wrong?"
Dumbledore said nothing for a moment.
"Now, I'm afraid I have no choice," Dumbledore said. "I have to tell Harry everything, so I can restore some semblance of trust for him to do what needs to be done to end this once and for all."
"You said you would not speak a word to him about…my part in this," Snape said.
Snape looked completely gobsmacked that Dumbledore would break his promise to him, as a last ditch effort to keep Harry Potter's trust.
"And you've made it extremely difficult to stick up for you, Severus," Dumbledore said. "I could look the other way and justify your actions to an extent. However, you crossed the line with having that portrait in your vault."
Snape inclined his head and nodded.
"And you've forced me to take drastic actions," Dumbledore said. "It's too late to appeal to Mr. Potter, with the Department of Magical Law Enforcement involved in Hogwarts matters now. Amelia Bones just won't forget. And with Cornelius on holiday, there is way too many people who know about this."
Dumbledore peered out the window.
"It's what I feared. Someone smartened Harry up to his rights. And that's dangerous."
"Lyra Malfoy," Snape said. "I've…got it under good authority they have been meeting. And she lead the petition to get me expelled as Head of the Slytherin House and she broke into my vault and concocted that lie regarding me blackmailing her to taking the potion, to disrupt the tribunal."
There was a knock on the door.
"Enter," Dumbledore said.
Narcissa Malfoy stepped into the office.
"Good afternoon, Headmaster, Professor Snape," Narcissa said. "I've received a letter regarding my daughter which has concerned me."
"Your daughter…has been caught with a prohibited potion," Dumbledore said.
"It says here that she, along with Autumn Runcorn and Pansy Parkinson, broke into Professor Snape's private vault," Narcissa said. "And I've found out about this tribunal that has begun and that Professor Snape has been expelled as Head of the Slytherin House for giving the house a bad reputation."
Snape sneered at the thought.
"And I've also found out that it was Snape who coerced my daughter in stealing the potion from his own vault and told her that it would be in her best interests to disrupt the investigation," Narcissa said.
"She's lying," Snape said.
Narcissa's expression went completely chilly.
"Are you calling my daughter a liar and a thief?" Narcissa asked.
"I can assure you that I trust Professor Snape's judgment," Dumbledore said.
"Oh, I'm sure you would have to be Headmaster," Narcissa said. "Although, this letter that my husband received from Professor Snape is concerning."
Snape had been faced with the letter that he sent to Lucius Malfoy, in an attempt to disrupt whatever alliance there was between Lyra Malfoy and Potter. Dumbledore viewed the letter for a brief second and turned to Snape.
"Severus," Dumbledore said.
"That's…that has…." Snape said.
"Leave my office," Dumbledore told him curtly. "I could have fixed this given enough time and patience. And now, I don't think I can help you. Not this time."
"After everything I've done in your…."
"ENOUGH!" Dumbledore bellowed.
There was another knock on the office door.
"Who is it?" Dumbledore asked.
"It's me, Harry. You wanted to see me, sir? Well here I am."
Dumbledore almost spilled his bowl of lemon drops in his haste to get up.
"Yes, of course, come in, Harry," Dumbledore said. "It's good to see you….hello Barrister Tonks."
"Albus," Andromeda said when she stepped in and stopped. "Cissa?"
"Hello, Andromeda, it's been a long time," Narcissa said. "Will I be seeing you for dinner next weekend when Mr. Potter arrives at Malfoy Manor?"
"If you wouldn't mind," Andromeda said.
"Not at all," Narcissa said. "And I'm looking forward to seeing you as well, Mr. Potter."
One could see the sour look on Dumbledore's face. Snape slipped past Harry, without a word.
"Well, I need to go speak with the Head of Slytherin House regarding my daughter's conduct," Narcissa said. "I'm sure a suitable punishment is in order."
"I wouldn't be too hard on her, Mrs. Malfoy," Harry said. "She was coerced by Snape after all."
"Professor Snape, Harry."
Harry cheerfully ignored that correction.
"Well, if you know my daughter, then you'll know she'll need a firm hand for the message to sink in," Narcissa said. "Well, I leave you three to your meeting."
Narcissa just smiled and left.
Harry doubted Dumbledore caught Narcissa's wink when she left. But, Harry did and appreciated it very much. He very much wondered what Snape and Dumbledore were discussing before he and Andromeda arrived. However, Harry was not going to waste precious time and oxygen from getting the go around from Dumbledore.
"So, it appears you have a lot on your plate, Headmaster," Harry said. "With the entire fake Moody thing. And the Triwizard approaching soon."
"Yes, Harry, I do," Dumbledore said. "Which is why I wish you had not enacted this tribunal until after the tournament was over….."
"And I let Snape continue to run unchecked for another year," Harry said. "And cause damage to the Wizarding World by turning more people off of potions, thus limiting the available pool of Healers and Aurors, among several other jobs."
"Professor Snape does have his standards, but I allow the teachers to set them, because I'm not a dictator," Dumbledore said. "But, still, it reflects badly upon our school to do this now."
"Well, yes, I'm sure it does, but whose fault is that?" Harry asked. "There will be another excuse of why I shouldn't do it next year. And I'm certain you will select a Head Boy and Girl who will not do what is necessary for the students of the school, but only live to serve to maintain the reputation of Hogwarts and it's ruler….excuse me, Headmaster."
"Harry," Dumbledore said reproachfully.
"We are to remind you about the restraining order put on Severus Snape and the ongoing defamation charges, and you can add theft to them as well," Andromeda said. "And more evidence is being gathered as we speak regarding Severus Snape's crimes against Harry. And the fact you continue to protect him despite him doing wrong, reflects upon you badly. But, the past ten years and counting also reflects poorly on your inability to properly maintain this school and protect the students. Hogwarts being the safest place on Earth becomes a lie with each passing year."
Dumbledore obviously did not intend this meeting to go this way.
"We'll return to this discussion later," Dumbledore said. "I believe there is something you wanted to know during your first year…."
"After I saved the Philosopher's Stone from Voldemort and Quirrell," Harry said. "Yes. I wanted to know why Voldemort tried to kill me in the first place. And you told me I was too young to know and you would tell me when the time is right."
Dumbledore just nodded.
"It's time. Lord Voldemort went after you because of a prophecy given by Professor Trelawney."
"So, that's what her first prophecy was?"
Harry saw Dumbledore pull out a pensieve, and tap his head. A memory poured in and the image of Professor Trelawney, looking much the same as she did when she gave the prophecy to Harry last Spring appeared.
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives... The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies..."
Harry just took a second to digest that.
"Voldemort went after me because he was paranoid," Harry concluded.
"That's one way to put it, I suppose," Dumbledore admitted.
"So who told him?" Harry asked. "He had to find out from someone."
"Yes, although that's not my place to reveal."
Instantly, Harry knew.
"It was Snape."
"Professor Snape, Harry."
"Yes, it was him," Harry hissed.
"I didn't say that…."
"Who else would you protect beyond all reason?" Harry asked. "He gave information to Voldemort which lead to him going after my parents in the first place. Wormtail might have betrayed their location, but if Snape didn't share the prophecy with him…."
"Voldemort only learned the first part of the prophecy," Dumbledore said.
"It doesn't matter," Harry said. "Snape still gave information to Voldemort which lead to him going after me. He's just as responsible as Wormtail for the deaths of my parents."
"Another reason why Snape should not be near Harry," Andromeda said. "He already put him in grave danger."
"Severus regretted his actions and feels great remorse for them, especially….."
"When he found out it was my mother he was going after, someone who he was obviously obsessed with and thought he could claim as a prize," Harry interjected.
"That's a bit unfair," Dumbledore said. "Severus was young, he didn't understand what he was doing…until he…."
"If I didn't fit the prophecy, if my mother wasn't in the direct line of attack, he wouldn't have done nothing," Harry said. "Is there anyone else who fit the terms of the prophecy?"
"Neville Longbottom," Dumbledore said.
"Well, he would happily go on to rape, pillage, and murder as a Death Eater, if Neville and his parents were whom Voldemort targeted," Harry said.
Dumbledore had been caught off guard.
"Do you really think this lowly of Professor Snape?"
"The only thing lower is a piece of dung that I scraped off the bottom of my shoe," Harry said. "And that has value as fertilizer."
"Harry, Severus…he told me that Voldemort was after your parents," Dumbledore said.
"And yet, he wouldn't have targeted them if Snape didn't tell him the prophecy in the first place," Harry retorted and all of Dumbledore's instruments rattled along with the portraits on the walls.
"Harry," Andromeda warned him. "But he's right. Snape only did it because he realized that something he wanted would be taken from him."
"You believe he thought of Lily as an object," Dumbledore said.
"YES!" Harry yelled. "Do you understand now, sir?"
"He….well Severus tried to get the Dark Lord to spare your mother, before coming to me, and he expressed remorse for what he did," Dumbledore said.
Harry laughed briefly.
"I really don't know what's more pathetic. You for believing Snape's bullshit. Or Snape for believing that there was a snowball's chance in Hell that Voldemort would spare anyone because he asked. And I supposed he was fine that a child who barely had a chance to do anything being murdered. As long as he could gaslight the poor grieving widow."
Harry felt revolted.
"Any chance that I'm going to back off from Snape, it's done now," Harry said. "I'm going to make sure that everyone tells their stories about Snape and the tribunal will get all of the information. And he'll be gone from Hogwarts."
Dumbledore looked at Harry.
"It appears you're too childish to understand, Harry," Dumbledore said. "I looked the other way with you, given you a lot of leverage. Any other student would have been expelled for the rules you have broken."
"Mmm, and how many of those rules were broken because the teachers didn't do anything or because of your ineptitude?" Harry asked. "You want to be expel me, Albus, then do it. I dare you to do it. There will be a hearing and an investigation, and I'm not sure you'll like what comes out of it."
It was almost like a battle of wills and magical power. And Dumbledore almost slumped back into his chair from Harry's push back. The two wizards locked eyes with Andromeda holding her wand, ready to defend.
Dumbledore struggled to catch his breath before Harry backed off.
"We'll have to return to this discourse when cooler heads have prevailed," Dumbledore said. "Although I hope you learn to be more forgiving to others Harry."
"When forgiveness is earned, I will give it," Harry said. "And thank you for answering my question. Years later, but better late than never."
At that point, an owl arrived.
"Harry, I'm needed at the Ministry," Dumbledore said.
"Well, I don't think you should keep Madam Bones waiting," Harry said. "She's about as happy with you as I am."
Dumbledore just sighed deeply as Harry and Andromeda took their leave.
Bartemius Crouch Junior's eyes opened and he found himself in the presence of a small group of Aurors. He had been stripped of his wand and anything else he had on his person.
"John Dawlish," Junior said. "Third child on the way, you must be proud. Providing it's yours this time."
Dawlish looked gobsmacked as Junior's eyes averted around the room.
"Zara Li. Your daughter has your aptitude for hexes and jinxes."
And with that, his head turned.
"Nymphadora Tonks…you still hate your first name, don't you?"
And with that Junior kept looking around the room.
"And Kingsley Shacklebolt….badass name if I do say so myself."
Junior broke out into a smile.
"Maya Proudfoot…it's rare that the Ministry recruits from outside, but blame Snape for our our desperation. And Kayla Dunbar as well. Canadian, eh?"
Junior chuckled in response.
"Rufus Scrimgeour, your daughter does commendable work at St. Mungos. One of the best in her field."
And he looked to the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.
"Your niece is about as feisty as you are, Amelia. And skilled as well. And well endowed…with extraordinary magical talent."
"Well, it appears you're in good spirits, Mr. Crouch," Amelia said.
"That's my father, and I would thank you to not compare me to him, even if I had the indignity of being named after him," Junior said. "And Dumbledore's here….is your brother still diddling goats?"
"Mr. Crouch," Dumbledore said crisply.
"You're a bit tired, but then again, I did run circles around you," Junior said. "Not a clue that I was Moody. Not sure how Potter found out, but…good for him….although that does complicate the Dark Lord's plans."
"You can't believe that you're taking orders from You-Know-Who," Dawlish said.
"Well, I believe that the Dark Lord has chosen me for his mission to return to full power and to finish what we've started," Junior said.
"Our records say that you died, Mr. Crouch," Amelia said.
"Call me, Bart, Amelia, with all due respect, I think it's disrespectful when anyone gets compared to their father," Junior said. "And that's an interesting story…."
Bartemius Crouch Junior told them about how his father made the switch between him and his dying mother. How his mother was buried under his appearance. And how his father kept him imprisoned underneath the Imperius Curse for the past twelve years.
"The records do state that Bartemius Crouch Senior and his wife received a death bed visit," Audrey said.
"Yes, as I see," Amelia said.
And Junior talked about Bertha Jorkins and how she found out. And how her father modified her memory. So strongly that it addled her, broke her mind. And about his part in the events of the Quidditch World Cup.
"It was me who shot the Dark Mark in the sky," Junior said with a smile. "I stole the wand….and it belonged to Harry Potter. Oh, irony, it's most delicious. It's kind of like rain on your wedding day…which really isn't ironic at all come to think about it."
Junior giggled like a hyena on laughing gas before he grew completely serious.
"It was then after my father ruthlessly fired his devoted house elf, that the Dark Lord came calling," Junior breathed excitedly. "He came in the arms of his servant Wormtail."
"Wormtail?" Zara asked. "What's a Wormtail?"
"Not what, who," Junior said.
"Who?" Zara asked.
"Peter Pettigrew, that's who," Junior said.
There was shock amongst the group.
"Pettigrew is dead," Dawlish said.
"So was I, funny how that works out," Junior said.
"He's lost his mind," Dawlish said.
"Pettigrew alive?" Kingsley asked.
"I….well…Mr. Potter claimed last year he did see Peter Pettigrew on the Hogwarts grounds," Dumbledore said.
Amelia rounded on Dumbledore.
"And when were you going to share that fact with anyone? Or anything for that matter?"
"It was merely hearsay," Dumbledore said.
"Oh, I hope you're going to at least make popcorn if you're going to get into a fight now," Junior said. "I'll put Five Galleons on Amy, personally."
Amelia turned her attention to Junior.
"Tell me what happened after You-Know-Who and Wormtail came to your door."
Junior explained how they helped him turn the tables on his father, and how they put him under the Imperius Curse.
"And the Dark Lord requested me to impersonate Moody," Junior said. "Dumbledore didn't have a clue. And I always was a bit of a theater kid and I've been working on my Moody impression for years."
Junior paused.
"CONSTANT VIGILANCE!"
All of the Aurors in the room jumped and Junior chuckled.
"Gets em every time," Junior said. "As for the plan…well that hasn't been enacted just yet. And that's hit a small snag as well, given I was supposed to…well I'm afraid I can't tell you anything else about it."
"You should tell us," Scrimgeour said.
"And why would I do that?" Junior asked. "I will be rewarded by the Dark Lord for my part in it."
"Try not to think too hard about it, Mr. Crouch," Dumbledore said.
"I told you not to call me that."
Dumbledore stared into his eyes.
"No means no, Headmaster."
Suddenly, Dumbledore fell back, clutching his head for a second but recovering quickly.
"It's a real pity," Scrimgeour said.
"You mean that he was more qualified than most of the Defence teachers?" Zara asked.
"Well, yes but…we still don't know where either of them are," Scrimgeour said.
"Dumbledore, a word," Amelia said.
And Dumbledore followed Amelia out of the room. Madam Bones looked at the Headmaster.
"You look terrible," Madam Bones said.
"It's been…a stressful last couple of weeks," Dumbledore said.
Amelia decided not to say something.
"You entered his mind," Amelia said. "Any idea."
"Only flashes…of a graveyard and a church," Dumbledore said.
"Harry Potter told me you know his real name," Amelia said. "Tom Marvolo Riddle."
"Harry told you…he shouldn't have," Dumbledore said.
"Well, he did," Amelia said. "Are you going to make this easier, Albus?"
Dumbledore sighed.
"You have no idea how dangerous he can be, especially if he's threatened," Dumbledore said.
"And what about, Pettigrew?" Amelia asked.
"He's more dangerous than he looks as well," Dumbledore said.
Given that it became clear that it was Pettigrew who blew up the street and murdered twelve Muggles(and likely intended to kill Black), Amelia took that warning seriously. There was a long moment where the two powerful magical officials looked at each other.
"Little Hangleton, the Riddle House," Dumbledore said. "That was the manor which belonged to his father and his grandparents. Although I must advise you not to act irrationally. He may be protected by more than walls and doors."
"Well, I'm going to need a couple of cursebreakers, and a team of Aurors," Amelia said. "And Aurors will be reporting to Hogwarts to help with the security of the Triwizard Tournament."
"I believe the staff at Hogwarts can handle it," Dumbledore said.
"You've demonstrated that you can't, especially when Crouch Junior fooled you for nearly two months," Amelia said. "And I would highly recommend you take a trip to St. Mungos to get checked out. Because, I fear you may be slipping mentally. Undergoing cognitive decline."
"I can assure you, Amelia, I am as sharp as I ever was."
And that did not comfort Amelia at all.
"I can't force you," Amelia said with a sigh. "And Madam Marchbanks will be in touch."
"We….you should have talked to me before you owled her," Dumbledore said.
Scrimgeour appeared before Amelia could respond.
"We are moving him to the holding cells," Scrimgeour said. "Should we arrange the transfer to Azkaban?"
"Not yet," Amelia said.
Amelia would not put it past Junior to be taken care of, before he could give them more information.
"I must be returning to Hogwarts myself," Dumbledore said.
"I'll see you tomorrow night, Headmaster," Amelia said. "And Lieutenant Li and her team will be seeing you before that."
There was no room for argument in her tone. Dumbledore just left.
"Auror Tonks!" Amelia shouted.
"Yes, Madam Bones?" Tonks asked.
"Given your experience with dealing with incidents at Hogwarts, I want you to be a part of this team," Amelia said. "And I trust you will report to your old friends who are at Hogwarts what is going on and you will let them know I need Cursebreakers to check out the Riddle House."
"Will do," Tonks said.
"Congratulations kid, you've reached the big time," Zara said.
Tonks smiled, although she wondered what she got herself into, stepping back into the world of Hogwarts.
"I hoped you would still be here."
Harry entered the office of the new Head of the Slytherin House. Narcissa was there, along with Aurora who smiled at him.
"Is there a problem, Harry?" Aurora asked.
"Yes, and it regards Snape."
"Of course," Narcissa said.
Harry told Narcissa and Aurora about the meeting with Dumbledore. And all of what Snape did, regarding his mother's portrait.
"I think…that if I ever see him again, I want to kill him," Harry said.
"And you'd be justified by doing so," Narcissa said calmly.
"I've always heard many complain about Snape," Aurora said. "Of course, as I take over the Slytherin house, there are plenty of Snape supporters who liked the way he did things, even though the majority didn't. And there's a disturbing number of witches, in every house, who find Snape's abrasive demeanor charming and attractive, and they think they could fix him."
Harry just pulled a face at the thought.
"I want to know who these witches are so I can avoid them," Harry said.
"Well, none of them have red hair and green eyes so Snape is not going to even consider looking their way," Aurora said.
Harry just shuddered at the thought of it.
"So, not only did the excitement with Snape happen, but the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher was an imposter for two months and Dumbledore couldn't even get the slightest hint of him," Narcissa said. "I'm sure Lucius would enjoy the opportunity to discredit him again…and speaking of which, he intends to slip you a potion which will make you susceptible to his wishes and he will try and get you to enter a marriage contract with Lyra, which will benefit him and our family. He thinks he's being careful, but I overheard him talking to Edward Parkinson last week, bragging about how he'll soon have the Potter and Black lines under his thumb."
"Was he drinking?" Harry asked. "Because, I'm sure that's the only way he thought that stunt at the Quidditch World Cup was a good idea."
"Lucius did have quite a bit to drink that night, yes," Narcissa said. "Andromeda will be there, which I decided not to inform of. And I'm sure you have…your own plans for that night."
Harry did indeed.
"And tonight's my daughter's final lesson before she loses that bet she foolishly made," Narcissa said.
"Well, she might surprise you," Harry said.
"She is unable to fight you," Narcissa said. "Of course, you don't need control to snag some amazing witches."
"Quite right," Aurora said.
And with that, the beautiful Astronomy Professor planted a huge kiss on Harry's lips. Harry returned while groping her magnificent arse through her robes and pulling her in closely. And Narcissa, already having dropped her robes to the ground, wrapped her arms around Harry from behind.
"Delicious," Narcissa said. "We've never shared a man, have we Aurora?"
"As if any were worthy," Aurora said.
Harry removed Aurora's robes and revealed she dressed in some lacy black lingerie underneath. And Narcissa had green lingerie underneath hers. Harry took turns kissing both of the lovely, mature witches. Narcissa slipped her hand down Harry's pants and stroked his cock.
"Mmm, I need that," Narcissa said. "Good and hard. Just like Mummy likes."
And Harry throbbed in her hand. Narcissa pulled his pants down and exposed his cock. As Narcissa lowered down, Aurora planted kiss after kiss down onto his body. She slavishly worshipped his abs and chest and made Harry just harden even harder.
"All that stress pent up," Narcissa said while flicking her tongue against him. "Not good for a powerful young wizard like yourself, Harry."
And Harry entered the paradise of Narcissa's mouth. Her eyes widened when Harry pushed down into the blonde MILF's hungry mouth. Harry leaned in and thrusted down, just groaning when he plunged down into her throat. Harry edged deeper and deeper inside of her. She let out another cry when he pushed deep inside of her mouth.
And now Aurora joined Narcissa down on her knees and sucked Harry's balls. The two lovely witches joined forces in tag teaming and worshipping Harry's stiff cock.
The two alluring witches continued their tandem assault of Harry's stiff pole. They licked up and down and made him just ache as they sucked and slurped him. Each teasing action brought Harry's cock to full hardness as they kept teasing him. They moved in and sucked his cock and his balls and brought him closer to the edge. Harry could feel his rod just aching when the two teased his cock.
A brief pause and Narcissa and Aurora exposed each others breasts. The contrast of Narcissa's pale flesh and Aurora's dark flesh really spoke to Harry and made him ache. The two lovely witches made out just a little bit before Harry's twitching manhood. Harry let out another groan when he moved in.
"Now let's step it up a notch."
Harry had been put in a titty sandwich between Narcissa and Aurora. The two lovely witches, former dormmates in Slytherin, pushed back and forth and brought Harry's length deep in between them. Harry just groaned when his cock slipped between them and made him just ache. Harry just enjoyed the pleasure of both of these witches using their tits to pleasure him.
A flick of Narcissa's wand slathered their juicy tits with oil. And that made things more impressive. Harry leaned in and grunted when he could feel their delicious knockers pleasuring him every step of the way. Harry groaned when he felt his cock about ready to erupt for them both. He leaned in and with another push, he erupted for them both, splattering his seed when he finished all over them.
Narcissa and Aurora got an erupting, a facial of seed splattering all over them. They kept jerking and pleasuring Harry and enjoying the feeling of his cum just splashing down onto them.
"Oooh, yes," Narcissa moaned. "Getting the seed of a powerful wizard keeps you nice and young."
"Black don't crack, honey," Aurora breathed. "But, it still helps."
Aurora and Narcissa made out over the tip of Harry's still spurting cock as those tits still worked him with pleasurable jolts and made him groan as he finished emptying the contents of his balls all over them. They leaned in and rubbed his cock until it was spilling everything he had all over them.
"Yummy," Narcissa said.
Narcissa buried her face in Aurora's chest and sucked the cum out of it. The sounds of succulent slurping filled the room and caused Harry's cock to swell even more. He brushed against her and kept teasing her, making her cry as he pushed his fingers deep inside of her, sending a jolt of pleasure through her when he rocked deep inside of her. She let out another cry when he plunged into her.
Then Harry grabbed the mother of his adversary, and now the young woman he was going to turn into his toy. He bent her over and slammed his cock deep inside of Narcissa from behind. She let out another cry when he pushed deeper inside of her. The MILF screamed when Harry buried his cock deep inside of her soaking hot pussy.
"Destroy me!" Narcissa moaned.
"Just imagine me pinning you down and fucking you at the dinner table, while your husband watches, unable to do anything about it," Harry said. "Because, he is a pathetic little cuck."
"Oooh, fuck, that's….HARRY!" Narcissa moaned.
Aurora masturbated herself furiously off to the side. Harry leaned in and kept thrusting deep into Narcissa. She let out another cry as Harry groped her thick arse and spanked her when he thrusted deep inside of her.
"I'm going to take everything from Lucius," Harry breathed. "His wife and daughter are only the beginning."
Narcissa came hard at Harry's promise of domination. A voice in Harry's head, stronger than ever, encouraged him to take what was owed to him. To destroy everyone who stood in his way. Harry groped Narcissa's tits and made her lose it for him.
"That drove you breathless, Cissa?" Harry asked. "I'm going to make your husband cry. Maybe I'll track down Dobby and ask him to smack around Lucius with his own pimp cane. Then again, he might enjoy that."
Harry topped off Narcissa with another orgasm and Aurora took advantage of the situation of Narcissa needing a break, by dive bombing Harry. She impaled her wet pussy down on Harry's cock and rocked up and down onto his cock. She let out another moan when she slammed up and down onto him. His length disappeared deep inside of her from above. Narcissa let out another cry when he drove his length deep inside of her.
"So fucking hot," Aurora said. "You already tapped Charity, and I can't wait until Bathsheda and Septima…get a piece of this….just like I'm taking a very big piece of this."
"Looking forward to it," Harry said.
Harry groped Aurora's arse and then shoved his fingers into her mouth.
"You've been wanting it since about your third year, haven't you, Mr. Potter?" Aurora asked. "I love having a big white cock jammed into my black arse…a pity there are so few that could make it past brushing my cheeks."
Hadrian slipped his fingers deep into Aurora's juicy arse and made her cry when he fingered her while riding her to another orgasm. Narcissa tightened her grip around him and with another explosion, erupted around his cock. She bit down hard on her lip and came vigorously for him, moaning when he finished for her.
"I'm going to do it, Professor."
"So big…but it will be worth it."
Harry turned Aurora and groped her all over as she impaled her delicious ass onto his cock. Harry entered paradise. Paradise with those cheeks clapping and Harry groping her. He pushed down into her and rocked the hell out of her. She let out another cry when he thrusted deep inside of her. She let out another cry when he pushed down inside of her and made her cry in pleasure when he slammed down inside of her from above.
Harry filled up Aurora's ass. The Astronomy Professor let out another moan as he pushed deep inside of her and thrusted down inside of her. Aurora let out another cry and slipped that finger deep against her, sending a jolt of pleasure through her when he rocked her body. The loud slaps echoed throughout the room.
Watching his thick white cock disappear between these dark cheeks just felt a jolt of pleasure go through Harry. Harry grabbed her and thrusted his cock deep inside of her. He rammed it deep inside of her and rode her asshole. The warmth of that tight hole just squeezed him.
Narcissa decided to join the fun and conjured a strap on. The cock was pretty close to Harry's in size and thickness. And she shoved it deep into Aurora's snatch.
Harry and Narcissa joined forces in double stuffing Aurora and pounding the hell out of her holes. She tilted her head back and moaned when she lost it. Narcissa buried her face into her tits and sucked it.
"Well, I never thought I would be in this position," Harry said. "What a year. And it's just getting started."
Harry jammed his rock hard cock deep inside of Aurora's delicious ass while Narcissa plowed her cunt. Every time Aurora came, it was almost like magic filled the air. And Harry's cock filled Aurora's ass and he spanked her hard when thrusting deep inside of her.
"Good," Harry said.
"I can't wait to see you cum in her arse," Narcissa said.
Harry flickered his tongue as if tasting the arousal in the air and the jolt of magic set Aurora and Narcissa off. Harry grunted and pumped his seed deep inside of Aurora. Aurora's tight anal muscles squeezed him. Harry just finished deep inside of her and left an anal creampie and left Aurora collapsing down to the ground and drooling.
The moment Harry pulled out of Aurora, Narcissa decided to bury her face into Aurora's ass.
Watching Narcissa eat his cum out of Aurora's delicious black arse gave Harry an idea of what he wanted to have Lyra do tonight during Lyra's final attempt to break the Imperius Curse.
Dinner tonight and Harry would have to say that he looked forward to actually having a meal after such a long day. He stepped forward and came across Lyra who was standing in front of him, with Pansy and Autumn.
"Eight o'clock tonight, Potter?" Lyra asked.
"Of course," Harry said. "Are you feeling lucky tonight?"
Lyra just flushed across the cheeks.
"I don't hold it against you, you were obviously an innocent victim, coerced and blackmailed by Snape," Harry said.
"Really, you believe that?" Lyra asked.
"Why wouldn't I?" Harry asked. "Someone who can't even fight off the Imperius Curse would be easily manipulated. But don't worry, Snape won't be a problem much longer."
And speaking of Snape, Harry did not see a sign of him. And real Moody was in the hospital wing, under heavy sedation. As Lyra, Autumn, and Pansy joined the Slytherin table, Harry turned his attention to Angelina, who had just come up the stairs.
"Angelina, do you think you can meet me in Classroom Sixty-Nine tonight?" Harry asked.
"Sixty-Nine?" Angelina asked. "Nice. But why?"
"Well, I'm training Lyra," Harry said. "To resist my control. And I wondered if she would object to eating my cum out of the arse of a lovely black witch after I came in it."
Angelina's eyes bugged out about how bold Harry was. And Harry grabbed her shoulders, pushed her into the wall, and snogged her passionately, while groping her body. Angelina, after the initial shock wore off, gave as good as she took and ground up against Harry's cock.
"Well, that sounds enticing," Angelina said.
"Stop by before eight," Harry said.
"Oooh, I'll be there, and ready," Angelina said.
Angelina snogged Harry one more time, tongue and all, and pulled away from him. Katie and Alicia appeared to have seen it and Katie was looking at Harry, with wanton eyes while Alicia licked her lips.
One thing at a time. Harry had some business to take care of and he made his way up to the staff table where he saw two lovely women joining the group for dinner.
Septima Vector was a stunning blonde woman, with amazing legs and a dazzling smile that could light up the room. Her face was enough to cause the boys in her class to be distracted. Her long hair was tied back in a ponytail, which allowed more of her face to be shown.
Bathsheda Babbling had dark hair with an olive complexion and nice tits, a juicy ass, and long legs, which was hard to hide in the robe. Being part Brazilian gave her some amazing features.
"Professor Babbling, Professor Vector," Harry said. "Do you think I can have a quick word with you?"
"Of course, Mr. Potter," Professor Vector said.
"I was wondering if I could transfer into your classes, effective next week," Harry said.
"Well, that's highly irregular," Vector said.
"But, not unheard of, under extraordinary circumstances," Babbling said. "Providing of course you pass an assessment test where you can join the fourth year class."
"Same here," Vector said.
"It would require you to drop one of your classes," McGonagall said when she overheard the conversation. "I'm going to guess you have had your limit with Divination."
"Yes, Professor, I have," Harry said. "And Beatrice has been tutoring me. And Daphne a little bit"
"Well, Miss Haywood is one of the top students in her year and Miss Greengrass in hers," Vector said. "Very well, Mr. Potter, if you…wish to do so, we'll get that taken care of. Monday, given there will be no classes considering the Triwizard Tournament drawing occurs on that day."
So in two days, as the delegates would be arriving tomorrow.
"Are you sure you wish to put in the extra work, Mr. Potter?" McGonagall asked.
"I'm sure, Professor," Harry said.
Beatrice had been waiting for him with a smile.
"We'll be ready to begin the Tribunal," Beatrice said. "And also the selection for the new Head Boy will take place tomorrow."
"Grimes finally surrendered his badge?" Harry asked.
"Well, not officially, but we've decided not to acknowledge him, and he tried to take some points away, and it's not just registering with the hour glasses," Beatrice said. "So, Hogwarts agrees."
Harry made his way to the Gryffindor table, where Parvati scooted over so he could sit down next to her.
"So, how's Hermione?" Parvati asked.
"Still out of it," Harry said. "She's likely not returning to Hogwarts."
"Oh, well…maybe it's…maybe she can be happier somewhere else," Parvati said.
"If it wasn't for that troll…" Lavender said. "I mean, we all tried to make her feel welcomed but…she didn't like it when we talked about things that didn't interest her. And she always nagged about keeping up with our studies. She made us think our marks were bad because they weren't perfect."
"And yet, I feel sorry for her," Sophie Roper chimed in. "Something made her that way."
Yes, and that something was her awful grandmother, but that was not Harry's place to tell. Harry hoped his little conditioning with the Imperius Curse would put Hermione in a better place.
"Before everyone eats tonight, I would like to make a couple of announcements," Dumbledore said. "As you know, tomorrow evening, the delegates from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will arrive for the Triwizard Tournament. And I hope that everyone shows them the courtesy and respect that I come to expect from the students at Hogwarts."
Which was nothing they did not already know.
"Also, due to security concerns based on the unfortunate events at the Quidditch World Cup, the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, has brought several Ministry Aurors to supervise the selection process for the Triwizard Tournament," Dumbledore said. "Zara Li, Nymphadora Tonks, Maya Proudfoot, Kayla Dunbar, and Kingsley Shacklebolt have all agreed to keep a close watch on the selection process."
Harry could tell how much this pained Dumbledore to let anyone else take charge of security at Hogwarts. But, Amelia was insistent and Dumbledore was skating on thin ice with her and several others.
"And tonight, you will also notice a couple of absences," Dumbledore said. "An incident has left our Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher incapacitated. Professor Moody will be taking a significant amount of time off and will be recovering from his injuries. For the next week, all Defence Against Dark Arts classes will be postponed, pending us finding a replacement teacher. Alas, there seems to be few candidates willing for the job."
Harry noticed Dumbledore left out certain important details, although maybe it was for the best for the moment. If Voldemort had found out his spy had been compromised, if he had any other agents in Hogwarts, he might flee before the Ministry could take him and Wormtail into custody.
"And you may have noticed the absence of our beloved and respected Potions teacher, Professor Snape. He will be taking an indefinite leave of absence…."
Loud cheers came from the vast majority of the Great Hall at Snape's disappearance. Dumbledore tried to speak up over the raucous cheers, but they went on and on for the next ten minutes. Some Muggleborns started up a chant of "Na-Na-Na-Na, Hey, Hey, Hey, Goodbye" ,with the Creevey Brothers being particularly boisterous.
The cheering continued until Dumbledore, who looked rather saddened, just gave up in speaking even further and started dinner.
"Well, I don't think Snape's made many friends," Fred said.
"Oooh, I daresay you might be right, brother mine," George said.
"So, Mum is here for security," Fay Dunbar murmured.
Harry spent some time eating and when he was done, Zara Li walked over the table. Despite her stern demeanor, she was just as stunningly gorgeous as her daughter.
"Harry Potter, I need to speak with you."
Harry rose up and followed the Lieutenant Captain of the Auror Corps into a more private area.
"We interrogated Junior, and you were his target," Zara said. "He hasn't said too much, but…we believe you were part of some plan to bring He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named back to full power. Using the Triwizard Tournament."
Harry was not shocked he was the target.
"How did he intend to do that?" Harry asked.
"We're currently having one of the Unspeakables down in the Department of Mysteries research the matter, although how he survived is both perplexing and also unnerving," Zara said. "Dumbledore has been less than helpful."
Harry was not shocked, at all. Again.
"And I've been authorized to give you some one on one training, advanced, beyond anything Dumbledore allows at Hogwarts," Zara said. "Your deduction skills today show you have the makings of an Auror and Amelia…would like you to join her. Although, the Ministry could use…some housecleaning."
"What does the Minister think of all of this?" Harry asked.
"Fudge?" Zara asked. "On vacation, thankfully. He would have done something stupid, like set a dementor on Junior before we wring every piece of information out of him."
Harry just responded with a nod.
"And since you don't have a Defence Against the Dark Arts class, I'll train you," Zara said. "And we'll come to a further arrangement when Dumbledore finds some sucker."
"Sounds pretty good," Harry said.
"But, be be warned, I'm not going to go easy on you," Zara said. "I don't care how rich you are, how famous you are, or how pretty those green eyes are, I'm going to treat you like any other recruit."
"I wouldn't expect anything else," Harry said.
"And I'm also not going to take it easy on you just because you're banging my daughter. But I won't be any harder on you either."
Harry had been completely gobsmacked. Did Su tell her mother that?
"Have a nice evening."
Harry just parted ways with the woman and Cassie and Merula came around the corner.
"We know you have a lesson with the spawn," Merula said. "But, Cassie wants to look over something…if you have some time to spare?"
"If you want to do it tomorrow, I understand," Cassie said. "But, it might be helpful knowing what we're up against…the Ministry has asked us to help consult the Auror task force that are going to Voldemort's base of operations. But, we need to know what he's up against."
About ten minutes later, they were in a classroom. Cassie fixed Harry a cup of tea.
"It's a special herbal blend that will help you relax your mind," Cassie explained. "Although, you're…an oddity. That scar hurt the last time when Voldemort was in the school…."
"Under the turban of the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, yes," Harry said.
"And now it hurt, and you had this dream over the summer," Cassie said.
Harry explained the dream and Cassie took a couple of notes.
"So, he does have a large snake," Cassie said. "I'm certain he may have done something to make it's venom more venomous….although…."
"It might be one of his anchors," Merula said. "And speaking of which, a little bedtime reading for you, green-eyes."
Merula passed him a black book which was written by one Herpo the Foul. Who also was the Greek dark wizard who created the Basilisk.
"I seriously wouldn't actually read that book before bed," Merula said. "But, we believe given the evidence you've given us that Voldemort has created Horcruxes."
"No one has created more than one, successfully," Cassie said. "I sent an owl to my contact at the Department of Mysteries, and there have been only six recorded cases of a Horcrux successfully created, and dozens of cases of the person creating it trapping their entire soul in the object."
"And Voldemort created multiple Horcruxes," Harry said.
"I did a bit of research into Riddle when you mentioned his name," Cassie said. "And he was top of his year in many subjects, but he excelled in Arithmancy. And the numbers three, seven, and twenty-one are among the most powerful. Thirteen has its own unique powers as well, but it brings misfortune on it."
"So, he split his soul seven times?" Harry asked.
"I'm going to guess, given his instability and the fact his soul split onto her, it wasn't an even split," Merula said. "But, I have no idea what he did, we're only just guessing."
Harry just spent a second recalling what Dumbledore told him in his second year once again.
"Dumbledore knows," Harry said.
"Of course," Cassie said. "But, we'll figure that out later. Right now…I need you to focus…breath…relax."
Harry did all of those things and took another sip of the tea. He felt like he was floating on a cloud.
"Strong natural legilimens I see, and your Occlumency is…well your shields should be much stronger,' Cassie said. "There's something constantly striking it like a battering ram. Occasionally harder…which may be causing the pain in your scar. And it has to do with what's inside of your scar. The unintentional Horcrux and…the prime copy of Voldemort."
"Yes, all 1/128th of his soul," Merula murmured.
"There's a power deep inside of you that's healing you, although there's something leeching off of it, some kind of blood protection spell, so it's a constant struggle," Cassie said. "But, I see something else…threads…six more of them, although one of them is inactive."
Harry closed his eyes.
"Why am I inside a Gringotts vault?" Harry asked.
"Harry, you're here with me," Cassie said. "What do you see?"
"I see treasure all around," Harry said.
"Just gently pull back…take my hand, physically and mentally."
Harry did and he found himself bouncing over.
"I'm now in a room…it's full of broken things. Things that have been lost and forgotten."
Harry shook his head.
"OOOH, HELP ME! I'M BURIED ALIVE!"
"Harry, snap out of it, you're just seeing the things from the point of view of his…soul slivers."
Harry just took a deep breath.
"And now I'm in a room…dust is everywhere. There's a house elf, it's looking at me. It looks demented. Crazed. It's stabbing at me…but I don't feel anything."
Harry shook his head and pulled himself out one more time.
"Cassie, I think I'm inside the snake," Harry whispered, almost afraid to speak louder.
"Hold on, I have you. Tell me everything you see…just easy does it."
Cassie squeezed Harry's hand and lifted the cup of tea to his lips so he could drink it. And then Harry tried to exert his will to cause the snake, Nagini, to slither through the house.
"I remember my time at the Circus, and how he…how he promised me a cure…but trapped me in this form," Harry hissed.
"Parseltongue," Merula said.
"Harry, English, try and focus."
Cassie slipped into Harry's mind and joined him, from the point of view of the snake. And now that Harry allowed her in his mind, she got the translation she needed. And on the outside, a quill drew the entire interior of the house for them.
"Just keep going," Cassie said. "You're doing a good job….I see it…protections…to tell him who is coming…after the gardener arrive, he had them added."
And Harry hissed angrily when he came face to face with the traitor himself, Peter Pettigrew.
"Oooh, good snake, that's a good snake," Peter said. "You're not going to eat me….I've got you a nice ferret to eat."
"Nagini, come inside. It's time for my nightly feeding."
Harry felt reluctant.
"Just one more room and I've got it."
And it was the room that he was in.
"Please Harry. We need this to capture him."
Harry and Cassie rode along when Nagini slithered into the room. And an on armchair, Harry saw it, for a briefest second.
His scar exploded with pain on the outside, and suddenly, he heard a thump. His eyes opened up and Cassie had been lying on the ground with Merula hunched over her.
"I'm okay,"Cassie said.
"You're cut," Merula said.
"I've had worse," Cassie said.
Harry could not help but be reminded of him. Although his scar felt like it was on fire. Cassie rose up to her feet and slipped Harry the tea.
"Drink, please," Cassie said. "I have to finish the sketch."
And she did, and she finished sketching the interior of the Riddle house.
"Badeea I'm not," Cassie said.
"You should see Chiara," Merula said. "He really blasted you across the room."
"Sorry about that," Harry said.
"I pushed you," Cassie said. "But, I got it. Along with where all of the curses are likely to be, although we need to get closer….thank you Harry."
Harry just leaned over and drank the tea. He could see still the face of terror.
"I saw him," Harry said. "I saw him."
"What…did he look like?" Merula asked.
Harry took the sketchpad and closed his eyes. He let his instincts guide him when he drew a quick picture of Voldemort's new form.
"Oooh, that's hideous," Merula said. "How did…do I even want to know how he got that body? That's a bloody potato gremlin baby with a snake face. Not even a mother would love that face."
Harry just took a minute.
"I don't think he knew and neither did Nagini," Harry said. "But now I feel…."
Cassie took his hands and pulled him in close.
"Just relax again," Cassie said. "There's six tiny little battering rams chipping away at your mental defences, but the prime Voldemort is the most prolific, when he feels extremely powerful emotions."
"Is there a way to lock him out?" Harry asked.
"I think that other magic inside of you is the key," Cassie said. "I've never seen ancient magic that powerful, although admittedly a lot of information regarding it has been lost to time."
Harry managed to feel a little better and studier.
"I'm going to take these drawings to Madam Bones and Captain Scrimgeour and see what they have to say,"Cassie said.
"I better get going," Harry said.
"Before you go," Merula said. "I think it would be worth it for you to learn wandless magic. I think you'll have a knack for it with this powerful ancient magic that Cassie says you have within you."
Harry thought it would be a good thing as well. What if he lost his wand again or it was broken like Ron's was second year? He would be entirely defenseless.
Lyra Malfoy had no idea why she went with the story that Snape blackmailed her. There was just a strong compulsion for her to do so and she would rather get Snape in trouble, then her. He was not really useful anymore.
She made her way up to the classroom and Daphne followed her.
"Tonight's the night," Daphne said. "I've got your maid outfit in my bag."
"Oh, that's rich, and I've got yours," Lyra said. "Crabbe and Goyle made a huge mess and I can't wait to see you clean it up."
"Funny, same here," Daphne said. "Although, I might let you clean my holes when Harry fills them tonight…and speaking of which…."
"Sorry, I'm late."
Theodore Nott appeared, dressed in a butler uniform.
"Are you looking forward to seeing a real man fuck your lovely betrothed into a coma tonight?" Daphne asked.
"Yes, dear," Nott said.
"And he will take your sisters and mother and your dear step-grandmother as well," Daphne remarked. "And your miserable father and grandfather will be broken. They really thought they could use me to solidify their power. You're going to help get Harry any information he asks of, right?"
"Yes, dear," Nott said.
"Now when go in, sit in a corner," Daphne said. "And quiver because you are not built to give a woman such pleasure…or to take such pleasure from a man like Harry."
"Yes, dear."
Lyra just shook her head and the two entered the classroom, where Harry was waiting for them along with the star Chaser of the Gryffindor Quidditch team Angelina Johnson.
Lyra had a very bad feeling about tonight. But she threw every bit of her will power into winning and making Daphne lick her boots before cleaning up after her.