Chapter Fifteen
Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined
Dawn on the first of November found Dumbledore in the witch's bathroom, on the second floor, still trying to calm Myrtle enough to get a coherent story from her. Dealing with a hysterical ghost was very trying.
Filch was up and he and Mrs. Norris were already engaged in their daily cleaning and repairs. He reached the second floor and froze. Someone had scrawled on one of the walls. "Enimies of the Heir beware, indeed"! Little tosspots. What the hell was that, paint? No, it was blood. Bleeding little monsters! All of them! Well, besides the Duke and his party. They couldn't even spell, fecking posh gits and their cretinous crotch droppings!
Albus stepped out of the bathroom and saw Filch standing there glaring at the wall. "Ah, Argus, good morning."
"Good morning? Have you seen this, Headmaster? One of your little tosspots is at it again!"
"Hrmm. Hmmm, yes well...." Dumbledore trailed off as he looked at the wall. He really couldn't afford this again right now. Bad spelling aside, he had seen this message before. He got no farther as Neville came up the stairs and, seeing him, walked over. His sidekick Potter and Potter's witches followed. Albus smiled. The Weasley witch was right there next to Neville. Very good; she was the perfect stone for him to sharpen himself on before he was married off to someone like Edgecomb, a pure-blood with useful contacts inside the Ministry. He could probably keep the Weasley as a pet even after he was married. That family needed another income stream, especially with Arthur and Molly acting the way they were. With Longbottom shagging the witch, he wouldn't feel so bad if he had to pressure Cornelius into firing Arthur. Longbottom could afford to keep her in good condition and she would want her mother kept well too. The rest were wizards; they could work. "Ah, Neville, what do you know about this?"
Neville blinked and read the writing. "Other than the spelling, you mean? Erm, nothing, Professor, we just did our morning exercises. We haven't been down here."
Albus's eyes ranged over the group. He saw a hard-eyed group of witches arrayed behind Harry, who stood there with a little smile. "Mr. Potter?"
"Not a thing. It's like Neville said."
Albus frowned. The boy had no respect. "Hmmm, so...well, I suspect we had all best be about our business then. Mr. Filch, if you would?" Irritatingly, the caretaker looked at Harry, who gave him a barely perceptible nod. Filch then placed his Dial-a-Spell? on the wall and pushed the button. The graffiti disappeared. Albus turned away, deep in thought, and the students continued up the stairs.
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Ginny burst into the second year girls' dorm and threw her robe on the bed. "Hermione, help!"
Hermione, just out of the shower, smiled. "So greedy! Okay, let me get a contract. You can sign, then we can do you. You might come into contact with Harry's sperm. We're fairly full after last night."
Ginny rolled her eyes. "No randy, bint! Help with this! And ewww!" She waved at her body. Lavender came into the room with her hair wrapped in a towel and looked Ginny over.
"Not bad for a young pure-blood witch." She stuck out her hand and Parvati slapped her wand into her palm like a scrub nurse assisting her prima donna surgeon. Lavender ran a series of charms. "Not ovulating--good, you can shag like a mink. Healthy, body mass a little wonky, fat-to-lean ratio, but nothing a good exercise and diet plan can't fix. No problem."
Ginny whined, "No problem! I have nipples with no tits, and I'm a straight line shoulder to heels!"
Hermione laughed. "Give it time, eat right, exercise, and work hard on your studies. Join our study group--but to study, not just to be near Neville. Hard work will help take your mind off it and make you more fit for magic; then in a few years, if you haven't started developing along the same lines as your mother, we'll look into it farther. Oh, and we have some charms for you to learn before you start shagging Nev."
Ginny stood there waiting expectantly. Hermione laughed. "In study group, goof." H
"Harry, can I talk to you?" Harry looked at Cho Chang. He and the Coven were on their way to breakfast. Hermione stepped up, spun Cho around, and pushed her into the trophy room.
"Sign." Hermione held out a contract and a blood quill.
Cho looked at the contract and shook her head. Harry stepped into her and grabbed a nipple between thumb and forefinger. He pinched moderately hard and Cho squealed as she came. She flushed all the way to her nipples in humiliation but put the contract on his chest and signed.
Harry spun her around, threw her robe and skirt up on her back, pulled her panties aside, and pushed into her in one motion. Cho looked around at the snickering witches and lowered her head. She braced her hands on the stone floor and spread her feet while Harry drove himself to orgasm through Cho's several. He never said a word. Cho couldn't believe she, one of the most beautiful girls in the school who was capable of having any wizard, would just bend over and let Harry Potter wipe his cock off in her. Cho grunted and jerked. And that her body betrayed her and came at nearly his every touch was the ultimate humiliation, which just made it all hotter--wait, what?
Cho was left on her hands and feet, magnificent arse in the air, with Luna Lovegood rubbing that arse. Cho's head swam.
Hermione looked over. "Luna!" Luna drew back her hand and pouted. "Poo!" "Just sign, Luna."
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Luna shook her head rapidly. "Nope, I'll be his forever, Ne."
Hermione sighed. "You do know that if that's going to happen it will happen, contract or not, right? I mean, look at Daphne, Susan, Padma, and Nym."
Luna looked thoughtful and followed Hermione to breakfast. Cho stood and gathered what few wits she had left. Morag Scourgified her and they followed the group to breakfast, where the Slytherin contingent was waiting at the Gryffindor table.
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On the fourth of November Harry and Hermione were at the top of the moving staircase with Cho "Harry, what do you think?"
Harry rubbed his head. "Well, I don't know why not. He's the history teacher, sure we could ask. I don't know why Neville is so wrought up, though."
Cho choked on the huge cock in her throat and pushed herself up, gasping for air.
Hermione looked at her disdainfully. "Is that the best you can do, bitch? You'd better hurry or we'll levitate you through the hall sucking his cock." Hermione lashed Cho lightly across the ass and she convulsed. Hermione frowned and laid on harder. Cho squealed and wriggled.
Harry rolled his eyes. You're seriously carried away with this, Ne.
Me? What about you, Harry? You don't even talk to her, you just stick your cock in her wherever you see her. I can't believe we've shagged her in some of the places we have. What is that? I thought you weren't that excited about her.
Harry shrugged, chuckled, and tensed. Hermione pulled Cho up by her hair and laid her over the banister. Harry pushed into her and finished. Cho stuffed a fist in her mouth to muffle her scream when she orgasmed from the pain/pleasure of being rammed completely full and as she watched the people moving on the staircase below them. At least he didn't bugger her this time. He came in her belly, her favorite.
Daphne came up the stairs. What I can't believe is that she keeps coming back. I mean, really. She doesn't know you're using those aversion charms to keep casual observers from seeing; she just lets you shag her or have her suck your cock. What a slut.
Daphne! S'true, Harry.
Susan, coming out of the Hufflepuff commons, smiled. Yes it is, Harry. She's a pretty slut, though. If she could get over herself a little she'd be fun to have around full time. She's going to get a wizard, though, so you might as well shag her while you can. We all know you won't shag her if she's with someone else. Now as for Neville, it took about four minutes for that bloody writing to make it to the rumor mill, and now it's all the other students can talk about. He and Ron are very concerned.
Everyone heard Padmas's Shiva, those two again? Wasn't last year enough?
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Harry pulled out of Cho and waved a Scourgify at them both. Cho stood and dropped her robe and skirt after wiping her mouth and chin. Hermione took Harry's arm and he led her to breakfast.
Cho fell in behind, eyes downcast. She was amazed at herself. She would let Harry have her anywhere. Hell, he had had her anywhere. What the hell was wrong with her? He was obviously just using her to get off, but what the hell was that about? The only one of these witches he didn't shag was Lovegood and only because she didn't want to, or didn't want to badly enough to sign. It really wasn't supposed to be like this. Morgana! Marietta would be all over her to eat her out between classes, too! Well, her, Jacqueline or Meredith, one of them. They were addicted to his come now and could smell it on her or something. If they ever found out whose it was--! His sigil lay on her left ring finger, warm and oddly comfortingly. This needed more research; she would have to bring her contracts to study group and talk to Hermione. Cho flinched and smiled: the price for talking to the mistress was high, but very satisfying. Cho shook her head again. She was one of the prettiest girls in school. How had she gotten to be a complete sub humiliation pain slut to two students a year lower than her, and one of them a witch? What part of her was driving this? *It's not us. Oh, yes it is us! He doesn't do anything a witch doesn't want.* Where was this coming from? That was another thing: when had her inner voice gotten to be two voices?
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After breakfast the group broke up and later, in History of Magic, Hermione asked Binns about the Chamber of Secrets. Once he got over the shock of someone asking a question, he seemed to waver for a moment and then launched into a description of the events surrounding the Chamber of Secrets and its supposed opening fifty-odd years ago.
Apparently, all those years ago, the first hints of a problem were students being Petrified by something, and someone leaving graffiti bragging/threatening about the Heir of Slytherin. A student--the Coven knew it was Hagrid--was eventually found to be keeping an Acromantula in the school. After the spider was removed, the Petrifactions stopped. Unfortunately that was not until after one student, Miss Myrtle Henderson, was killed.
Neville and Ron listened intently. Harry and the Coven listened too, but with nowhere near the fervor of those two. Harry watched them and groaned. This could only mean trouble.
H "Please, Harry?"
"All right, Neville, but I don't see how going back to the scene will help. This should be left to the staff, and even if we were asked to do something, Filch has already cleaned up."
The group rose from their places at the Ravenclaw table. They had all gathered there after dinner, where Cho and her witches had been orbiting Harry, and trouped off to the second floor bathroom on their way to the reading room for study group. Ron followed along, watching Ginny and Neville like a hawk. Dumbledore, at the staff table, smiled a mysterious smile and Minerva frowned. She thought, What is the old poufter up to now?
"Okay, Neville, it's your show." Harry stepped back and let Neville and Ron stand looking at the wall.
Hermione smiled and eyed the toilet. It was her favorite toilet, the one where Harry had made her
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mind go pleasantly blank for the first time--well, in person. She grabbed Harry's arm and towed him inside, where she pushed him into the same stall they had used the first time. After a few waves to clear the clothing from her target she took him in her mouth. When he was fully hard she rose, straddled him, and sank down on him, groaning. "This is what I should have DONE that first day."
Harry smiled at her. "Mmm, I think we did rather well, Ne. We both got off and had very little idea what we were doing."
Hermione leaned in and kissed him and worked her PC muscles. "Not like now, eh, Harry?" "Nope." Harry was pushing up into her slowly and firmly while tightening his PC muscle too. Myrtle stuck her head into the stall. "Hermione dear, can we talk?" "Now, Myrtle?"
Myrtle smiled. "I'll give you a few minutes, Hermione."
Harry had never stopped thrusting and Hermione waited for Myrtle to withdraw; when she didn't, Hermione shrugged and went with it. Soon enough she and Harry were shuddering through a climax and Myrtle clapped. "Very nice."
Hermione smiled. "Thank you, Myrtle. Now what can I do for you?" Harry straightened their clothes and Scourgified them. He stood up and deposited Hermione on her feet and went to look at the bathroom. He waved his wand a few times and the fixtures were suddenly repaired and polished and the tile cleaned. It looked like a new place. He listened to Hermione and Myrtle's conversation as he repaired and cleaned.
"Hermione, I can't get any direct relief." "From what, Myrtle?"
Myrtle rolled her eyes and waved her hand vaguely at her abdomen. "Relief, Hermione. It's been nearly fifty years."
Hermione gasped. "You were sexually active? And a teenager. Oh my, you poor thing!"
Myrtle nodded. "Now I can sort of piggyback on a dream, but that's like masturbation. Well, mostly; your and Harry's dreams are great!"
Hermione winced and nodded. "I don't see what else we can do, though, Myrtle."
"I can possess a willing host, Hermione. Well, possess is the wrong word. I can ride along, sort of, without suppressing their will, mostly. I would just give suggestions."
Hermione though about that for a minute. "I can ask the Coven, Myrtle." Myrtle dug a toe into the flagstones. "I was thinking maybe you would consider it, Hermione." "Grrrrr."
Hermione beamed at Harry, then turned to Myrtle. "I think what my lover is trying to say, Myrtle, is that while he doesn't distrust you specifically, he trusts no one with me."
Myrtle grinned. "I didn't know you spoke testosterese, Hermione."
Hermione smiled back. "I didn't either. We'll work on it, Myrtle."
Myrtle nodded and her head snapped up. "They're coming, Hermione."
"Thanks, Myrtle." Myrtle nodded and did a back gainer with a half-twist and full layout into her favorite U-bend. Harry blinked, Hermione shrugged. "Obviously happy."
Neville pushed the door open and sidled into the bathroom. "So, not too different from the boys' loo, then?"
Ron, standing nervously by Neville, nodded. Ginny shook her head. "What did you expect? Tam--"
"Ginny! No, Neville, not too different at all. No trough, as Harry tells me the boys' loo has, and more toilets, less smelly but other than that...."
Neville looked at Ginny with big puppy-dog eyes. Harry snorted internally. The boy was begging not to have to hear about periods and personal hygiene products. Ginny, as perverse as any other teenage girl, was dying to put him that deep in her world. Neville spoke after a mischievous smile from Ginny. "This was flooded before."
Hermione nodded. "It is a lot. It has a ghost, that's why no one uses it." Neville and Ron looked around quickly and Harry laughed. "Myrtle won't hurt you, Neville."
"Oh, I don't know, Harry. He looks scrumptious. He might like a little good hurt." Myrtles head came through the stall wall. Ron jumped and hugged Neville.
Ginny hissed, "Hey! That's my boyfriend, Myrtle! You too, Ron!"
Ron was so embarrassed that he passed right over the boyfriend comment. Myrtle looked at Hermione and Harry and then Ginny and Neville. Hermione rolled her eyes. "Leave it, Myrtle, we'll talk later. Okay, so flooded bathroom, water in the hall, and weird writing in apparently chicken blood. Happy, Neville?"
Ron gulped over the chicken blood and Neville nodded. Hermione continued, "Good! Now study group, if you please."
Harry offered his arm and led Hermione out. Hermione winked at Myrtle on the way out. Myrtle nodded, but coasted behind and through Ginny before laughing and disappearing into her U-bend. Ginny growled.
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Harry blasted around the stands again with Malfoy and his sycophants acting like they knew what Quidditch was. Malfoy was just acting, though. The last Slytherin Seeker had graduated and Flint had brought Malfoy up to get Nimbus 2001s in some kind of dope deal with the late Lord Malfoy. Draco trailed Harry, grinning like a monkey as the Bludger tried to kill Harry and the weasel twins
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struggled with the other Bludger, trying to knock the one off Potter. He wanted a front row seat at Mad Potter's demise. Bloody tough flying though, as he was flying flat-out and not catching Potter. How Potter was making that Nimbus go that fast was a mystery.
No, Hermione, not much I can do about it. The bloody thing is possessed or something.
Padma asked, Anyone have a rule book?
Why, Padma?
I want Harry to destroy the thing, Susan. A well-placed Reducto should do the trick, but I don't know the penalty.
Daphne dug in her magically expanded clutch. I have one, hang on a second.
Is there anything you don't have in that bag, Daphne?
One should always be prepared, Nym. You should start carrying a purse.
Too girlie, Daphne, and I'm not carrying anything I don't have to. Class is tiring. These weekends off are the best thing ever.
There was a literal mental pause and then Harry ran through some of the Nym/whoevers he'd had sex with in his memory. The laughter started immediately from the other fully bonded. Not only had Nym been some of the most feminine women of both modern times and history but she had been happily topped every time. She never played the top in any instance. Nym held her head up proudly.
Okay. One goal, and you have to pay for the thing, Harry. OK Daph.
Oliver, Alicia, Angelina, and Katie were spending a lot of time watching this and Harry knew he had to do something to return their attention to their games. Harry nodded and as the crazed Bludger swept back through the Slytherin section of the bleachers he turned on his broom, drew a wand, and unleashed a Reducto.
Draco Malfoy saw the curse leave Potter's wand heading straight for him and his bladder let go. Fortunately the Bludger intercepted the curse and exploded in a shower of molten iron. The crowd, players, and Madam Hooch immediately froze in shock.
Lee Jordan was apparently the only one with the power of speech. "And Potter destroys the Bludger that's been chasing him! Too bad he didn't miss and hit that git Malfoy."
Minerva jerked. "JORDAN!" "Sorry, Professor." Lee didn't look very sorry, with that huge grin.
Harry landed, put out the fires with an Auguamenti, and waited patiently. Madam Hooch finally blew the whistle. She landed and walked over to Harry. "Well?"
"The thing was possessed or something, Madam Hooch."
Madam Hooch nodded. "A goal and a Galleon."
"Do you need the Galleon now?"
"No, but if you don't pay Professor McGonagall?, the game will be forfeit to Slytherin."
Harry nodded.
Madam Hooch smiled and applied the Sonorus. "Official time-out while the Bludger is replaced and the score adjusted in accordance with the rules."
The Slytherin jeered and cheered while the Gryffindors watched ten points come off the scoreboard. The Hufflepuffs twittered amongst themselves, and the 'Claws looked at the few rule books amongst them.
Dumbledore was still stuck on Potter destroying an enchanted iron object in mid-air with one shot. Inside the bond: So what the heck happened to that Bludger? Send me a piece, Harry. Okay, Padma. Look out, it's hot.
Padma sat in the midst of the Coven and she and Nym, off for the weekend and staying with Harry as much as possible, ran charm after charm on the piece of Bludger. Elf magic, Harry.
Thanks, Padma! You too, Nym. So Dobby is still trying to get me? "Pup?" "Sirius, Remus!" Harry smiled at the two Marauders. "You okay, Pup?"
Harry nodded "Fine. The Bludger was enchanted by an elf. Three guesses which one." "That crazy little Dobby fellow?" Remus guessed. Harry beamed. "Right in one, we think." Sirius narrowed his eyes. "Something has to be DONE about that elf!"
Harry's eyes widened. "Uh, might want to chill out with the weird black fire there, Sirius. Madam Hooch and Hagrid will skin you for burning up the pitch."
Sirius looked at the fire dripping off his hands and started. "Oops."
Harry laughed until Madam Hooch shooed him into the air.
Harry had a glorious afternoon after that and Slytherin went down ignominiously, exhausted from having Harry blast through their formations and the Gryffindor Chasers pass them into exhaustion
like an over-excited golden lab chasing a frisbee.
Harry really should have saved some energy for the locker room as the girls decided they all could get some once Katie finished with Harry and he never went soft, or wasn't soft when she finished with him. Alicia looked at the visiting Nym and shrugged. "So sue me. I'll have my pedophile guilt trip later."
Nym laughed. "It's not that bad; well, you get used to it. What am I saying? You don't really, but does it matter? He's not hurt and definitely not saying no."
Alicia nodded. She was a little BUSY at the moment with Harry pushing her up against the wall. H
Ron and Neville forwent their normal aural voyeurism and hustled up to Myrtle's bathroom. "All right, Ron, these instructions I copied from 'Most Potente Potions' in study group will yield enough Polyjuice Potion to get us into Slytherin's commons. I don't see the point, though, as we could just ask Daphne or Eliza what's going on in there."
"Sure, and if they're the Heir? What then, Neville?"
Neville rolled his eyes. "Slytherin would never have a witch as an heir, Ron. This potion is going to take forever! Then we have to get hairs from some Slytherins. I really have better things to do with my time."
Ron somehow managed not to blurt, Like my sister! "This is the best way Neville." H
Harry was lying indolently on a chaise in the sitting room of Potter Castle with Narcissa pulled to him and Morag playing with Leyland when Dobby popped in.
"Dobby?" Harry raised his head at Narcissa's surprised voice.
"Oh, Mistress!"
"Dobby, why are you here?"
Dobby clammed up. Harry smiled. "I know it was you with the Bludger, Dobby."
Narcissa's eyes narrowed. "What? Dobby!" Narcissa reached into her pocket, produced a handkerchief, and handed it to Dobby.
"Mistress has released Dobby from bad master? Mistress is a great witch and fit to bear the Great Harry Potter's children!"
Narcissa spluttered in outrage. "I don't need your approval, Dobby!"
Harry watched in amusement as the elf went ecstatic and fawned over the disgusted Narcissa. He knew from her hard-eyed little glances that he would have to pay later, but it was too funny.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Harry, you have to swear Dobby. He'll fade and die if you or someone
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doesn't."
Harry blinked and turned to Narcissa, who huffed. "Like he wouldn't be sworn here in elfheim. You take in every straggler and stray on the planet, Harry, and they run around pregnant or with a baby clinging to them like a monkey. I just stopped whatever other plans he might have. His old orders, Lucius's or Draco's--most probably Draco's--no longer bind him. Who could know when Draco would get smart enough to use him to hurt Leyland like he was trying to hurt you?"
Dobby groveled face-down on the floor after one look into those now glowing green eyes. "Dobby would never hurt Harry Potter or his children! Dobby was just trying to scare Harry Potter."
Harry flowed over Narcissa and into a standing position. Hermione blinked. Harry was in a rage. "Harry--"
Harry ignored her and bent down, putting his hand on Dobby's head. "Dobby, do you take service in the house of Potter, to serve and protect its children to the end of your days?"
Hermione opened her mouth and clapped it closed again at a glowing green glance. Dobby nodded vigorously. "Yes, Master, with all that I am!"
The Coven and families watched as an eerie bright green glow seeped between Harry's hand and Dobby and the elf rose in much better condition, muscular even, hard-eyed and in the Potter livery.
"Thank you, Master." Dobby stationed himself where he could watch Leyland and faded from view.
Luna looked at Harry and smiled. She had Seen this. What Harry had just DONE would come back in interesting ways in the years to come. "Hermione, do you have a contract?"
"Luna? Uh, sure." Hermione got out a contract and Luna signed and then led Harry and Narcissa away.
Narcissa was puzzled until Luna shyly admitted she wasn't really ready yet. Maybe some kissing, "But not the other stuff yet."
Narcissa smiled and stripped Harry, Luna, and herself with Luna's help, and then gave a lesson in fellatio. Luna watched in amazement, and when Harry came Narcissa surrounded him with her hand and squeezed until she could lift off him and get Luna on him. Luna got her first dose from the source and swallowed greedily. Narcissa waited until she swallowed, then pulled her away. "We share, Luna." She took the next rope and then they traded back and forth, finally cleaning each other's faces up. Then Luna watched as Harry and Narcissa gave her a lesson in sexual positions. Luna was panting most of the time, and her hands were BUSY too.
Harry was amazed to find Luna in his head as he drove into Narcissa with both of them lying on their sides.
Luna was amazed to find the bonded and Narcissa there. "So that's how you know how to drive them crazy, Harry!"
Who are you calling crazy? Yikes! Harry chuckled as mental Luna went down in a pile of mental avatars after Hermione's
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Harry looked up from his stretches and froze. Greg Goyle was standing there rather sheepishly. Daphne snorted gently. He said he would, but I didn't believe it.
Said he would what, Daphne?
Show up for PT, Harry. Apparently the Death Eater lifestyle doesn't really appeal to him and now that Draco is nutted and the house is in complete turmoil he's a bit anchorless. Well, if you don't count Millie.
Harry, Hermione, Daphne, Susan, Padma, and Nym--still visiting as she didn't have class until tomorrow, Monday the ninth--turned to look at Millie, who blushed furiously. Harry grinned. "Mr Goyle, good morning."
"Good morning, Your Grace. I was wondering if perhaps I could join you in your morning exercise?"
"Harry, Greg, just Harry--and sure."
Harry led Greg through his exercises as the girls surrounded Millie. Much giggling ensued. Harry watched and schemed about how this could really go. Greg would no doubt at some point have to be gotten away from his family. Hmmm, well, there was that nice little gamekeeper's cottage.
Hermione looked at him and smiled. Yeah, sure, little! Room for twenty or so--sure, little. H
Neville added the lacewing flies to the slowly boiling cauldron and immediately dropped the heat to let them stew. "So twenty-one days from now we need to add the leeches." Neville nodded to himself. He never would have even attempted this without Harry and the Coven's help in Potions.
Ron waved at the stinking steam. "I just hope no one finds this."
Myrtle poked her head through the wood partition "I told you I'd help, didn't I? Neville, why don't you stay a moment? Run along, Weasley."
Neville looked panicked as Ron bolted, leaving him there. Ron really didn't want to know how Neville had gotten moaning Myrtle to help them. Girls were weird, even ghost girls! Hmmm, thinking of girls, what was he going to do about Ginny? She was closer to Neville every day. Didn't she realize what could happen?
Ron perked up at a flash from down the hallway just as a slightly pink Neville exited the loo at speed in front of a gust of girlish laughter. "What is it, Ron?"
"A flash, Nev, down that way." Ron pointed and walked down the hall.
Neville followed the pointing arm and saw Colin Creevey. He rolled his eyes. "It's just Creevey, Ron. Come on before he wants more pictures of me."
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Ron snorted. "Vain much? Last time I saw him close to you with a camera he was taking pictures of Harry, not you."
"Good!"
Ron grinned. "Breakfast early, then?"
Neville shrugged. "Sure. Harry will already be in PT."
Ron nodded. Ginny would be too. No sense having her wave her barely covered bottom in Neville's face. This wasn't really that hard, a little like chess; he just had to think ahead.
Neville wasn't sure they were doing the right thing at all. Harry was already telling him to take his suspicions to a teacher but Dumbledore wasn't saying much. It was just so confusing. Gran, though, she was a big help with the ingredients. It hadn't taken much distraction at all from Ron for Neville to pocket the ingredients from the brightly lit and well labeled storage cabinet. Neville cut his eyes at Ron. Now if he could just keep Ron thinking he was ahead of him and Ginny they could do some more exploring. Harry really needed to give Ginny a trunk of her own, then they could meet in either of the apartments.
Myrtle watched the pair leave and chuckled. A year or two and Longbottom would be knocking the bottom out of her--well, Ginny as her, or was it her as Ginny? Meanwhile Granger was going to give her a few ride-alongs with Harry the dreamboat. Mmmmm!
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Harry wandered through the Gryffindor second year boys' dorm in nothing but a towel. He reached his trunk, flipped it open, and withdrew a pair of black jeans and a black silk crew-neck jumper. They didn't have anything planned after breakfast except studying. Harry waved to Seamus, who was just waking, and Dean, painting a comical "Sleepy the Leprechaun" picture of the Irish wizard.
Harry wandered down to the common room and met Hermione and the witches there. Neville and Ron were nowhere in sight and Ginny was looking around anxiously. "Harry, was Nev upstairs?"
Harry grinned. "No, Gin, you'll have to be satisfied with me." Ginny threw him a saucy grin. "So Hermione, can I bor--"
Harry cut her off before she could ask the rest of that. "I'm sure he's in the Great Hall at breakfast, Ginny. How long could Ron last without food?"
Lavender tossed in, "At least long enough to fill his mouth while he jibbers inanely at us."
The girls giggled and Harry offered his arms. Hermione and Ella took an arm each and Harry led the way to breakfast.
H At Potter Castle, Sirius eyed Magda. "Don't you have a game or something?"
Magda favored him with a raised brow and couldn't hold it. She laughed and the rest laughed with her. Sirius was a fine royal purple this morning, for some reason Magda and he wouldn't discuss.
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Lily shook her head. "So Remus, how is teaching?"
Remus smiled. "Great fun, actually. All very staid, until the class with Harry and the bonded, and then very interesting. You know, I think they'll have to be separated into some kind of honors or advanced class next year. They're so very far ahead of the rest. The entire Coven, I mean."
Sirius nodded. "Luna Lovegood and Ginny Weasley being prime examples. They're more like fifth years than first years. Oh sure, they can tighten up their wand work a little, but it's hard to tell them that and keep a straight face when they can do half the stuff wandlessly and you can't."
Minerva nodded. "Yes, it will have to be addressed." Minerva paused and blushed lightly. "I'm slightly more worried about their other activities."
Lily chuckled. "Minerva!" Minerva raised her head. "Lily, you have no idea. They act like they're married."
Emma Granger shrugged. "Aren't they? At least the core group, anyway. Same as, you all keep telling me."
Sirius nodded. "And the wizards have no doubt who's in charge. I say it's not worth worrying about."
Minerva settled uneasily.
James asked, "Sirius, how does Ginny Weasley end up doing wandless magic? I thought Hermione was guarding Harry better than that."
Sirius shook his head. "She didn't learn it by injection."
"Sirius!" He ducked and Magda, who had not yet moved, smiled. Sirius straightened up and the others laughed at the Cyrillic writing that scrolled across his face. They settled and he continued.
"What else would you call it, Lily? Anyway Harry has this method where he takes the witches, and at least one wizard so far, into a classroom and then torments or goads them into a bout of accidental magic. Then he tells them to remember the feeling, apologizes, and then teaches them that odd, wild magic of his. Of course, none of them are as good as he is at it but they're all improving, and the Squibs, witches, and Harry are codifying and clarifying it all the time."
The parents sat contemplating this and looked up, slightly surprised, when the Coven plus Neville showed up at half ten.
They all settled into the library and the groups worked and talked. Lily looked at Hermione and Harry. They were in fact constantly touching and smiling at each other, as were Nym, Susan, Padma, and Daphne and Harry. It was fairly obvious now that she looked. Still, what trouble could it really be?
Narcissa came in with Leyland and Harry's work was put away and Daddy-time started. Narcissa watched, smiling. Later Harry and Narcissa occupied a love seat and Hermione got some Mommy- time with Leyland. Emma watched, smiling. Who knew Hermione would be a good little mother? Poor Leyland, though. Mommy Padma was waiting her turn and then mommies Daphne, Susan,
and Nym. Wait a minute! "Hermione, how can you be breast feeding Leyland? Are you pregnant?" Hermione rolled her eyes. "Lactation charm, Mum. Leyland was hungry."
Emma spluttered. Narcissa looked over from her position nearly in Harry's lap. "You all feed him too much, Mistress, he'll get fat."
Harry leaned his head back on the backrest of the love seat and thought, Let the games begin.
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The group arrived back at the castle that evening for dinner and just as they finished, Harry felt the wards trip. He knew what it was this time. Summoning the witches, he ran to where the castle was pointing him and heard the crazy voice muttering about killing along the way. He stopped to listen and by the time they reached the scene Dumbledore was questioning Neville and Ron, who had apparently found Colin Creevey Petrified. Harry and crew watched from the back of the crowd.
We have to figure this out. Now it's well and truly started again. We know it can't be an Acromantula. But what is it?
Hermione shrugged. I don't know, Harry. We'll have to tighten the Coven, though. No member out alone. Meanwhile I think we need to investigate the book Malfoy gave Ginny.
Harry nodded. Padma chimed in, Su is ready. We'll start tomorrow.
Daphne pursed her lips. We'll all need to be at the top of our games for this and go slowly. No telling what's really going on with that thing. The others all nodded.
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Su cursed luridly while the Coven stood back with raised brows. It was the evening of Thursday the twelfth of November and they weren't making much progress with the diary. Sure, initially it had talked back to them, but now it was sullen and, well, pouting. Su was furious and prone to vicious outburst in Chinese.
Harry shook his head and hugged her. Hermione raised a brow and shook her head. "No, Harry, you are not writing in that thing!"
Tracey nodded vigorously. "I'll do it." The Coven turned to her. Harry looked over too. "Not very Slytherin, Tracey."
Tracey waved. "Self preservation. If something happened to you and Hermione, Daphne, Nym, Susan, or Padma didn't kill us, Narcissa would."
Harry chuckled. "Okay, but you'll only write what we tell you. And we'll study its answers and let the parents look at them before we reply."
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The afternoon of Sunday the fifteenth found Harry pleasantly tired after another bout of putatively public sex with Cho. He had shagged her, under the aversion charms, in the middle of the entry hall
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after PT. He had possibly gone too far as he had put a Cho pleaser in her and knocked her out-- well, after she'd screamed her mind empty and sprayed them both. Who knew she could ejaculate like that? Now Harry was lying on his favorite chaise with Narcissa and Hermione while Leyland crawled around on him as he watched the fierce but fun discussion the Slytherins were having over the exact wording of the next diary entry.
Harry chuckled and shook his head. Every word Riddle wrote was dissected in infinite detail and then a response formulated. Tracey then practiced that response and put on her Ginny, as they called it, a mental construct of Ginny Weasley that tested their Occlumency and Legilimency skills, to create and then write the prepared response. Harry then took her and went through her mind in minute detail to ensure nothing was left behind by Tom. He had intended to look for changes as well, but although the experience seemed to be changing Tracey it was not in bad ways; well, maybe just accelerating her cynicism, but she would now never be friends with Ginny, not even an acquaintance if she could avoid it. Harry and Tracey would never talk about what they had learned scanning Ginny, but they were both very glad things had worked out like they had and that Hermione's instincts were spot on. That little witch would be trouble later if Neville didn't turn out to be a true power, magically and politically.
It turned out that the Tom Riddle of the diary was a vain, venal narcissist of the first order, and with minimal stroking Tracey had him believing she, or Ginny rather, worshipped the ground he walked on. Of course Tracey delighted in portraying Ginny as a completely gullible slut, and her mental Ginny had diary Tom in every hole and both hands so much it was interfering with getting any real information, so they'd had to back her off. Besides, they'd run out of porno to watch for ideas. It was good that the real Ginny would never know the things Tracey had had her do. Tracey liked to practice those activities with Harry just in case she ever needed to construct the mental image again--or so she said, generally to knowing looks and chuckling. Tracey just liked having Harry have her in any possible way. She didn't mind getting assistance from the others for the tougher positions, either.
The up side was that they now knew more than they had thought possible about sixteen-year-old Tom Riddle, and in trade he was teaching his "protégé" all the magic he knew. Some of it was even new to them. Not very useful, as it was the blackest of Dark arts and the girls wouldn't let Harry near it, even if he had been so inclined; but it was handy so they could deconstruct it arithmantically and look for shields and gray to light counters.
Harry turned his head at the urging of a long-fingered graceful hand and got a kiss as a reward. Narcissa grinned impishly. She had apparently finished reviewing the last few days' memories, which she could now do when Harry and she were in skin-to-skin contact. "So how long are you going to keep using Chang as a cockwipe, Harry?"
Harry grimaced and then shrugged. "Cissy! Language!" He got an elegantly arched brow over a frosty blue eye and chuckled. "Until her attitude improves. She hasn't changed, and if I let her she'd be right back to being a bully. Me using her stops her from being one somehow."
"But you're never going to take her into the Coven, Harry? Isn't that a bit disingenuous?"
Harry frowned. Daphne rescued him. "Cissy! Harry will never take most of the girls into the Coven well the core Coven. It doesn't mean he wouldn't protect them if he can, or that he's using them any more than they're using him."
Narcissa nodded. "No doubt, but that should be made clear."
Harry shrugged. "I don't seek her out, Cissy. She finds me. She knows I'm going to use her when I see her. I don't make it hard for her to avoid me."
Luna popped up from behind the expanded chaise. "Besides, she's getting claimed out of the deal, along with all the sex she can possibly handle. No one else would dominate, humiliate, and push her into pain as hard, and her little clique gets Harry's signature on them by transfer, like me."
Hermione spluttered. "Luna Lovegood! You big fibber. Transfer? You? If it wasn't for you having him down mmmph mmmph!"
Luna put her nose in the air and ignored Hermione even as she held her hand over the other girl's mouth. Harry laughed, a big belly laugh, and Leyland joined his father in the laughter, thoroughly distracting Hermione. Emma looked at Lily in her favorite frame. "See? She's hypnotized. I wonder how many grandchildren I'll have before she decides to make an honest wizard of Harry."
Lily covered her mouth with her hand to hide her smile. Hermione growled. "Mother!"
"Phhht! Don't 'Mother' me, you playwitch."
Harry was howling now. Hermione turned to him. "Harry!"
Harry only just barely managed, "Playwitch!" while pointing at Hermione before he completely collapsed in laughter. The Coven chuckled, watching their Chief Witch and the Warlock's antics.
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Sirius sat in the staff room before the meeting on Friday the twentieth. "I have no idea what everyone complains about, Remus. I enjoy the staff meetings."
Bathsheba hoisted a brow. "Because you enjoy needling Albus so much, Sirius. The rest of us have better things to do, so just shut it and let's give our Longbottom reports and get out of here."
Augusta snorted. "If I didn't know he was a poufter I'd think he was a pedophile. Unhealthy--his interest in Neville, I mean."
Sirius cleared his throat. "Hrmm hmm. You do know the two aren't mutually exclusive, don't you, Augusta? In fact they're generally gay--pedophiles, I mean."
Remus started. "Sirius! What did you do?"
Sirius grinned as Augusta Longbottom turned a bright red, not embarrassed, at least from the snarl her face had morphed into.
Albus chose that moment to enter with a smile on his face. It didn't last long as his Potions Mistress attacked him, shrieking like a harpy.
Sirius rolled on the floor laughing, then began taking notes. Augusta had a masterful command of both the language and magic and apparently was giving free reign to both.
Needless to say the staff meeting was canceled when Poppy had to take Albus to the Hospital Wing. No one left, but Filius did summon some elves for a decanter of a very fine Napoleon brandy.
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Augusta looked at Sirius from her seat where she sat dabbing at her sweating--erm, glowing face. "Thank you for pointing out the obvious, Lord Black. Minerva, you should be prepared to take the Headmaster's post. I'm going to break that old poufter like a twig!"
Minerva grimaced. "Meanwhile, we do have a school to run. Does anyone have anything to report?"
Bathsheba spoke right up. "Other than the Potters outstripping their classmates by such a wide margin that the whole Coven and its chosen wizard attendants, including Neville Longbottom, need to be in different classes? No. However, I would say the entire school is improving." She reached down and drew a dog-eared book from her bag and tossed it on the table. "Also I would like this to be the Runes text for next year."
Minerva took the book. "Runes for All. Why, Bathsheba?"
"It's the best Runes text I've ever seen, Minerva. It starts very, very simply and by the end is up to post mastery level. It is apparently self-updating, too. I've suggested some changes, very nuanced and at the very upper end of the range, esoteric even, and when applied they affected every text I've checked."
Minerva frowned. "Every text? Where have you seen these?"
Bathsheba smiled. "Look at the cover. Every witch and wizard in my upper level Runes class who hasn't angered the Coven has one."
Minerva looked at the cover and saw the publisher's mark, SSWA Publishing. "Harry and the girls? I knew they had guides for all the first year subjects, and those other books." She blushed lightly; the other books were adventure or science fiction and Fantasy for the wizards and bodice- rippers for the witches. "I didn't know they'd gotten this far."
Pomona Sprout nodded. "I was going to speak to you about this, Minerva. I want Herbology for All for my classes next year."
Remus nodded. "I think we should review all the guides, or rather texts, that Harry and the girls have produced. I know most of us have contributed and are using the texts. They all self-update and they're all good for first year through post mastery level. It would be very inexpensive for the students as they would only buy one book per subject ever, and the classes could be paced for the different groups' learning abilities. I agree with Bathsheba that we need to divide the classes, perhaps even three ways: Honors, Standard, and Remedial, perhaps?"
Augusta grimaced. "Remedial has a potential stigma attached. Honors, Advanced, and Standard, I think. We are dealing with children, after all. No need to give them any more ammunition than necessary. That's how I have my classes divided. We could use some of the disused classroom space, hire more Professors, and perhaps get the Honors students close to masteries by the end of seventh year."
Filius nodded. "Oh, that's good, Augusta. When would the division occur?"
Minerva nodded. "Yes, very nice, Augusta. I would suggest that the division occur after the first year of a subject."
Septima nodded. "Fine, but then we'll teach all subjects that first year, stop this nonsense of Runes and Arithmancy being electives for the third year. Both are necessary for advanced magics from the very start, and with these new texts they can easily be taught at that level."
Minerva nodded and then looked up. "Where is Sybil? What about Care and Divination?"
Sirius sat back and frowned. Apparently with Dumbledore gone and the staff seriously--hey, Seriously! hehehe--engaged it was going to be all grown up and not nearly as much fun. Sirius heaved a great sigh and rejoined the conversation. Time to be an adult, poo! As Luna would say.
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On Sunday the twenty-second, Harry listened to the conversation and shook his head. "Sirius did this?"
Remus nodded. "I know, hard to believe, but he did, and apparently on purpose." Sirius barked, "Hey! I can plan. We weren't getting anywhere with Albus and his Neville fetish, so- -"
He stopped. Alice Longbottom was growling, Augusta wasn't happy, and Frank's face looked like a thundercloud. Neville looked embarrassed and Harry resigned. Sirius finally continued, "Anyway, Albus had to be gotten out of the way. How was I to know Augusta would declare a blood feud against him?"
Augusta snarled, "He'll wish I had by the time I get through with him. I'm going to ruin him! I don't care how long it takes. I would appreciate some warning next time, however, Lord Black. I'm not as young as I once was."
Harry put his head in his hands. Narcissa sighed. "If everyone could just slow down we can get the shadow government up and fully functional and then make overtures to the appropriate people. If we rush things, it's just going to cause casualties."
Alice exploded, "Fine for you, Narcissa! You have your son, and your lord is powerful, nearly beyond measure! My Neville is at risk!"
Harry looked up, his eyes beginning to glow. "Which I've said I would do my best to help him with, Lady Longbottom."
Alice did an odd maneuver that could only be a seated curtsy and bowed her head. "Yes, Your Grace."
Harry sighed. "Stop that, Aunt Alice. Neville, you know your part, right? You'll tell me before you run off with Weasley again?"
"Yes, Harry--well, Ron Weasley anyway." Neville got a little smirk.
Harry laughed. "Good. Thank you, Neville. Now we have a plan. Let's just keep executing it. Nobody do anything precipitous." Harry beamed at Hermione, who rolled her eyes.
"Yes, yes, Mr Vocabulary. Now play with your son while we refine the plan." Everyone laughed at Harry's outrageous pout. When he turned to Leyland and smiled, though, the
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working groups went back to mining Riddle's spirit for information, plotting Albus Dumbledore's demise, and plotting the continuing construction of the shadow government.
Alice looked at Neville. "And the other Weasley? Ginevra, I believe?" Neville panicked. "Uh, well, you see, Mum--erm--well."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Ginny wants to be the next Longbottom Matriarch after Augusta and you, Alice. We're working with her. She's powerful and has potential. She may be forming a clique, too. We'll watch things develop."
Alice beamed at her and began asking questions. Neville sat, face flaming, as the witches dissected the possibilities in infinitely embarrassing detail.