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Chapter 10 � Tartan

It was with a bit of reluctance
that the group of five returned to the castle, but they were all growing teens
� it wouldn�t do for them to miss two meals in one day.� As the group entered
the castle they were met by Professor Flitwick, who appeared to be nervous
about something.

�Mister Potter, will you come
with me please?�

�Of course, Professor.� May my
ladies come too?�

�Oh yes, as a matter of fact I
believe some of your other ladies will be there already, if not all of them.�

They all arrived at what Harry
knew to be his head of house�s office.

�Just go in, the Deputy
Headmistress is expecting you.�

�Thank you, sir.�

Flitwick nodded and hurried off.

Harry knocked twice and heard a
somewhat familiar voice call �Enter!�

He walked into the magically
enlarged room and gasped.� Sitting behind the desk was a hauntingly familiar, drop-dead
gorgeous young redhead, perhaps in her early twenties, her deep burgundy hair almost
as pretty as Susan�s.� Her eyes as deep an emerald as his own.

�Professor?� Harry asked, shocked
to his magical core.

�One moment, please, Lord
Potter.� She said, then stood and walked around to drop to one knee before
Harry.� All the other ladies in the room followed suit, including the four who
had entered with him.

�As the appointed spokeswitch for
The Coven of the Four Houses I do hereby pledge my life, my magic, my fortune
and my future to Lord Harry Potter-Slytherin until he releases me or death
takes me.�

She was answered by a chorus of
feminine voices saying, �So say we all, so mote it be.�

�Do you accept, Lord Harry?�

Again he inexplicably knew
exactly what to say, �Coven of the Four Houses, know this, I place no geas, no
conditions, on your pledge.� I will accept with love and gratitude any support
you can give me and your coven sisters in the trying times to come.� No one here
shall be compelled to give more than she will.� If at anytime you wish to be
released from your pledge you have only to ask and I will let you go with a
full heart for the love you have shown me and your coven sisters this day.� I
gladly accept your pledges my liege ladies, and vow to support you in all
things with my life, my magic and my fortune.� With all my heart.� So mote it
be.�

There was a great sigh throughout
the room and Harry felt both charged and overwhelmed by the love surrounding
him.

Minerva McGonagall stood and
smiled at Harry.� �It�s traditional for the warlock to seal the pledge.��

He looked, as usual, to Myrtle
for guidance.� She smirked and kissed him � hard.� She was followed by
Hermione, then Susan, then a hesitant Millicent.

�What�s wrong, Millie?� he asked.

�You don�t have to kiss me, Harry.
�I know I�m not pretty like the others. . .�

Harry smiled into her eyes,
caressed her cheek and drew her down to a tender kiss.� The kiss ended too soon
and everyone in that room saw the glow of love-light pouring from them as he
said, �You are gorgeous to me, always, always remember that, my sweet, beautiful
Millie.�

There wasn�t a dry eye in the
room. �

He kissed the doll-like Su, and
Luna, who at last had found her focus.� There were others, a total of nineteen
but some really stood out.�

The three Slytherin girls, plus
Millicent, stood together and knelt as one to the Lord of their house.� �We
pledge to make Slytherin a house to be proud of henceforth, ambition is not
evil, and its past time the whole of our house understood that.�

Harry saw the zeal in Pansy�s
eyes, a look shared by all the coven sisters.� �Remember to be subtle, my
beloved Vipera, and if ever you need me just call and I�ll be there.�

Pansy lost her sneer for all time
at that moment.� She jumped up, squeeing, and kissed Harry hard.� Tracy and
Daphne followed suit and soon Harry was pressed on all sides by three very enthusiastic
ladies.

At last he came to his head of house,
�Professor . . .�

�Please, Lord Harry, when the
coven is convened you are the Warlock, and I�m just Minerva � Minnie to my very
close friends.�

He ran his fingers through her
hair and asked, �How did you do this?�

�It�s a ritual that restores a
witch�s or wizard�s youth and vitality . . .�

�But?� he asked, �There has to be
a �but�.�

Myrtle stepped up, �But its goblin
magic; painful, more pain than you can imagine, Harry.� More painful that a
dozen simultaneous Cruciatus curses, the kind of pain that drove the
Longbottoms mad.�

Hermione added, �And it drains a
mage�s magic.� In most cases the witch or wizard becomes a squib.

�You risked your magic for me,
Minerva?� For gods� sake why?�

She took a deep breath and said,
�Because, for the sake of the prophesy, someone had to. And it was either me or
Sybil Trelawney.�

Harry pulled her into a tight
embrace, kissed her hard and said, �Thank you, Minnie, with all my heart!�

Minerva smirked and said,
�Scamp!�

Her expression turned serious.�
�I have something to say that�s not easy, milord.�

Harry recognized her need for
formal speech so he didn�t try to correct her.� �Go on Minerva.�

She took a deep breath.� Let it
out, and said, �You came to me when Umbitch, I mean Umbridge sent you out of
Defense Against the Dark Arts class and I gave you, what I thought at the time,
was good advice, hard, but good . . .�

�And now?� he asked.

Minerva frowned, then looked
determined � a witch on a mission, �That Fudge-sucking toad is toast!�

Harry drew her into a deep
soulful kiss that left them both a little dazed.� �So, Minnie mine, you have a
plan, of course?�

Susan stepped up, smiling and
said, �Oh yes, we have . . . and it all comes to a head tomorrow.�

�But for now,� Minerva said as
she cast an aging glamour, �let us to supper.�

Minerva McGonagall may have had
the appearance of a muggle septuagenarian, but her easy strides and runway
posture screamed youth and vitality, as she led the coven to the great hall.

She took her customary seat at
the long table and turned to Umbridge.�

�Professor,� she said, and then
gagged as though she�d just eaten something vile, �I wonder if you would be so
kind as to postpone Mister Potter�s ongoing detention this evening?�

�Surely, Minerva, you are not
interfering with the administration of discipline in my classroom?�

�Not at all, Dolores, we would
simply be postponing your behavioral modification training for one day.�

Umbridge looked smug as if to
say, �Have it your way - for now.�

�Very well, Minerva, you may have
him tonight, but I will have him for the rest of this week and well into next.�
I think adding two more days will do the child a world of good, don�t you?�

�If you say so, Dolores.�

)O(

�Mister Potter if you would meet
me in my office at say, six-thirty?�

�Yes Professor.�

)O(

Harry entered his head of house�s
office just as the mantle clock chimed the half-hour.� Minerva McGonagall sat
behind her desk in a casual robe.� The aged glamour had fallen off and she�d
taken her thick red hair out of its severe bun so that it flowed enticingly over
her shoulders.� Hauntingly beautiful eyes regarded Harry as he walked into the
room.

�I hear you�ve been very naughty,
Mister Potter, very naughty indeed.�

�Baseless rumors, Professor.� I
assure you I have done nothing but uphold the best traditions of my house unbendingly
rigidly and in an unflaggingly upright, straight up manner.�

Minnie�s eyes darkened with lust,
�We�ll have to see about that.�

Harry walked around the massive
desk and knelt before his head�s swivel chair.� Turning it toward him he was
pleasantly shocked as her robe fell away from her long legs revealing black
fishnet stockings held in place by suspenders.

�Won�t you please tell me,
Professor, what you have planned for tomorrow?�

�Certainly not, Mister Potter.�
She teased, �That would ruin the sur . . .�

Harry had spread her knees and
was running both hands along her upper thighs.

�Please?�

�N-No!�

He slid both hands around to her
bum and pulled her to the edge of the chair � this necessitated her spreading
her thighs wide.

Harry looked at her knickers and
smiled.

�Do I recognize the McGonagall
tartan?�

�Of course, Milord Harry.�

He stroked her tartan gusset
lightly with his knuckle and repeated, �Please?�

Minerva hissed at the intimate
contact and whimpered, �No. . .�

He hooked his finger under the
dampening material, careful to not pull any hair in the process and rubbed her
wet center.� �Are you going to make me beg?� I�m already on my knees,
Professor.�

�It w-won�t d-do you any g-good,
Misssssssster P-Potter.� I won�t talk!�

�Good.� He said, with a smirk.

�What?�

�Talking is highly overrated!�
having said this he pulled the gusset to one side and dove into her juicy quim
with reckless youthful abandon.� Talking was suspended for the rest of the
evening.� Screaming, screeching, eardrum piercing howls were in order this
particular night.

One of the last coherent things
out of Minerva McGonagall�s mouth was �Take me Harry, make me yours now!�

Harry picked her up and was
heading for her bedchamber when she said, �Desk!�

�Desk?� he asked, looking at her
for confirmation.

She nodded and looked back at her
beautiful oak desk with its pristine hand rubbed surface.

Harry smiled and placed her bum
on the flat surface so that her legs could hang over � well, they could if her
ankles weren�t currently on his shoulders.� He undid his belt and trousers and
let them fall to his ankles � he hadn�t bothered with underwear since the
afternoon �picnic� by the lake.

His throbbing member bounced, the
head just touching Minerva�s tartan covered sex.

�Rrrrip em� off!� she insisted,
her brogue curiously thick.

Harry nodded, reached up to take
the thin edge of her silken knickers in both hands and pulled the seams apart,
first one side and then the other until his professor was splayed before him in
all her wanton glory.

He pulled the sash so that her
robe opened releasing two magnificent breasts � each one capped by puffy areole
and erect nipples the size of pencil rubbers.

Harry leaned forward to kiss her
and she leaned up to comply without removing her ankles from his shoulders �
this put her own ankles behind her ears and allowed the whole length of his
erection to slide across her hungry fanny.

He stood up straight and placed
just the head of his cock into her very wet entrance, shocked to find a barrier
there.

�Minnie?�

She shrugged as if to say, �I�ll
take the bad with the good.�

He left the head in and leaned
forward to kiss her again.� The fact that his pulsing cock was in the perfect
position to penetrate and the fact that the position of her legs stretched the restored
hymen almost to the point of tearing spontaneously allowed him to slide in with
only the barest hint of resistance.

Harry stopped pushing when he
realized he�d deflowered his head of house.

�Tell me when and I�ll go
slowly.�

She nodded and pulled at him so
he pushed in, then stopped to let her get used to his length and girth.� After
a few moments she nodded again and he pulled back a bit, then smoothly pushed
in again.

The placement of Minnie�s legs
made the throbbing head of Harry�s cock rub that spot � the one that she
could never get her lovers to reach when she was young the first time around.

Harry was hitting it with every
stroke.� She wasn�t sure how long she would last before dissolving into a
babbling slapper begging for his hard cock.

It turned out to be around his
ninth or tenth stroke.

�Aye! Oh please, Harry Aye!� Aye,
ohhhh, fasssterrr, harrrrderrrr, aye, aye, aye, aye, ayeayeayeayeayeayeaye - Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!�

)O(

Monday morning saw an entire
cadre of press, reporters and photographers from the various magical print
media as well as the WWN swarming the great hall.� The occasion was breakfast
with the Minister of Magic.� Cornelius Fudge sat to the Headmaster�s right,
Dolores Umbridge to his left, ensuring the MoM�s name would appear first in any
news photos.

Harry had a good seat and when
his head of house took her seat at the head table he pulled a silken scrap of cloth
from his shirt pocket bearing the McGonagall tartan and placed it under his
nose to savor its aroma.�

Minerva�s blush was one for the
record books.

Poppy Pomfrey leaned over and
asked, �Are you well, Minerva?� You look a bit flushed.�

�Hot flash.� She whispered back,
but smiled and winked at her Warlock.

The bulk of the student body
waited patiently for breakfast to appear � they would have to wait because
Fudge wanted a packed house and hungry teens would make for a captive
audience.� When the politician deemed the hall �full enough� he nodded to
Dumbledore.� Who rose and said, �Before we begin our breakfast, one or two
quick announcements, first hour classes will be cancelled today owing to a
brief assembly by the right honorable Cornelius Fudge, our Minister of Magic.��
There was a polite spate of applause � Umbridge�s sycophantic clapping enduring
longer than anyone else�s.�

The headmaster continued, �Also
joining us from the Ministry, Madame Amelia Bones, Hogwarts head girl Nineteen
Seventy Two and currently head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.�

Amelia stood and waved from the
Hufflepuff table where she�d been sharing a few words with her niece.� The
enthusiastic applause for Madame Bones was very gratifying to most, but
obviously annoying to Umbridge.

Dumbledore bowed to his right and
said, �Minister Fudge.�

Again polite applause.

�Thank you, thank you.� It�s
really been too long since my last visit.� It�s so good to see some things
haven�t changed.� I do wish they�d fix that trick step on the third floor
staircase though. . .�

Polite chuckles all around.

�I am pleased to announce that
the ministry decrees for education have drastically improved the state of
education at this hallowed academy. . .�

Pause for applause that didn�t
come.

�. . . um, well, yes and having
already revolutionized the teaching of Defense against the Dark Arts I am
pleased to announce the appointment of Dolores Umbridge as Hogwarts first ever
High Inquisitor.�

He began a polite applause which
was only lamely echoed by a few at the Slytherin table.

Fudge was a politician and a
public speaker and he knew when he was loosing his audience so he summed up
quickly.

�Her primary duties as such will
be to ensure that all Hogwarts classes adhere to Ministry mandated decrees and
practices to ensure excellence and consistency in your education.� You, after
all, represent the future of the wizarding world � let�s eat!�

The enthusiastic applause was
more for the bangers and mash than anything the pompous old windbag had said.

�While we enjoy this wonderful
breakfast I�ll entertain questions from the floor.� Yes, Miss Skeeter.�

Harry�s head nearly snapped as he
spun quickly between the slightly lackluster reporter and his best friend.

Hermione smiled a smile that would
have had Leo Da Vinci running for his sketchbook.

�Are we to assume then, Minister,
that Professor Umbridge has your complete support?�

�Absolutely, Miss Skeeter, her
accomplishments speak for themselves.�

�Indeed, Minister, we�ll get to
that in a trice.� In matters of discipline does Professor Umbridge adhere
strictly to Ministry guidelines, guidelines that you have approved?�

�Everything Professor Umbridge
does in the performance of her duties here at Hogwarts has my official seal of
approval.�

Fudge didn�t like the direction
this line of questioning was going so he cast around looking for another
reporter, but no one else was asking.

�Is that for the record,
Minister?�

�Yes, Miss Skeeter, for the
record, next question, anyone?� Anyone else? Oh, very well, yes, Miss Skeeter.�

�So it is official ministry
policy to use a blood quill, an object only sanctioned for blood oaths, as a
tool of discipline for use on school age children?�

All sound in the great hall
ceased.

�What?�

�You�ve stated, for the record,
that everything Dolores Umbridge does here has the, no,� she checked the pad
upon which the Minister�s words were recorded by her True Blue Verbatim Quill�,
�you said your official seal of approval.� So you approve the use of a
blood quill to torture school children.�

�What? No!� Of course not, what
idiot would?�

�Apparently your kind of idiot,
Minister.�

�This interview is over, come
Weatherby!�

�Please don�t attempt to leave,
Minister!�

Fudge looked at Amelia Bones with
contempt, �How dare you take that tone of voice with me, don�t you know who I
am?�

�I do, Fudge, and I know what you
are too.� Aurors Tonks and Shacklebolt will you please escort the Minister and
his Senior Undersecretary to the nearest office?� Headmaster will you and your
deputy headmistress please join us?�

�I�ll have your badges for this!�
Aurors, arrest Madame Bones, immediately.�

Amelia looked at the two aurors
who had been given the odious duty of Fudge�s protection detail and asked,
�Well?�

�No way, Madame Director, he may
think he�s the Minister but you�re the boss.�

Minerva McGonagall stood before
Dolores Umbridge, smiling.� The speed and intensity of the back-hand blow spun
the toadish woman around and shocked everyone in the great hall.� Umbridge
growled and reached for her wand only to find Minerva�s already pointed between
her beady black eyes.

�At your pleasure, Madame
Umbridge.�

Dolores Umbridge quailed.� She
had just been formally challenged to a witches duel � by a board certified
Master Transfiguration Witch.� The bulk of the assembled students stood and
cheered.� The remaining Slytherins tried to make themselves very small.

Pomona Sprout offered her office
as it was close and had lots of space owing to the fact that she spent more
time in her green houses than in her office.� �Will you be needing a second,
Dearie?� She asked Minerva.

�Thank-you, Mona, you�re very
kind.�

�And loyal,� the head of
Hufflepuff added smilingly, �loyal to a fault!�
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