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Harry Potter and the Inheritance of Truth	By : bagoftois Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 156901 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not nor have I ever owned Harry Potter and subsequent charactes belonging to J. K. Rowling, neither do I make any money from the writing of this story.

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            Severus arrived at Voldemort’s new stolen manor. He passed a pile of bodies as he entered the gates of the estate. Tom Riddle had stolen quite a stately home from, what he could only assume were, muggles. Why would the monster pass up an opportunity to convert or enslave a rich pureblood family? Severus entered the main hall and saw several of his “colleagues” moving towards a bay of double doors.

            Severus choked on a moan as his dark mark flared to life causing his cock to jump. He thought about the gift Harry gave him and now thought better of having an erection at a deatheater meeting. Not a good idea with the activities the Dark Lord enjoyed. He was lucky he liked loose outer robes; they could hide his prominence from the monster.

            Severus looked around the large room the gathering was taking place in. It was a large ballroom with fine, long gold curtains and big floor to ceiling windows. The floor was marble. This made Severus a little apprehensive. Blood was easier to clean off marble than carpet. A quick cleaning charm would be all you needed to make a “mess” disappear, on carpet you still would probably require a house elf to hand scrub the deeper stain out.

            When the gathering was almost fully assembled, Severus tried hard to hide in the mass of like dressed supporters, but Voldemort had a reason for the all points summons.

            “Severus Snape, where are you?”

            Severus cringed, but squared and straightened his back to walk forward out of the crowd. “Here My Lord.” He walked forward and took a knee to lift the bottom of the monster’s robe and kiss it, making his obeisance of submission. It galled Severus to have to bend to this thing when he could bend to someone far superior and much more rewarding. The thought of Harry Potter crossed his mind and he shut it down quickly. Voldemort would not be cracking his mind tonight.

            “You may rise.” Severus rose. “Crucio!”

            Severus fell to the ground on a half scream, half moan but not of pain but of pure unadulterated pleasure. Voldemort held the curse while Severus writhed and moaned on the ground. The spasms making him excited as he watched his spy thrash about. He finally let up the curse and watched as Severus jerked a few more times before settling down into a sprawl on his back. Vlodemort noticed it wasn’t the usual reaction to the curse. Usually they stayed huddled into the fetal position, but this looked like a sated sprawl. He sneered at his servant.

            “Why did I have to find out from someone else that the most powerful wizard of our day is dead?”

            Severus could barely open his eyes or focus on the voice demanding his attention and response. “My Lord…I…” Severus was trying to string his thoughts into a comprehensive sentence, but was failing miserably. “My Lord, it was just yesterday that the incident happened. All owls were kept at the castle to prevent news and no one was to leave the castle until it was deemed safe.” Severus heaved a deep breath; it was taking took much of him to talk. After several orgasms in the space of two minutes, he was mush on the floor.

            “Well, that would explain why no student let their parent know as well.” Severus was shocked, Voldemort did not let up easily. The reason he was so gracious was illuminated in the next words out his mouth.

            “Well, my loyal followers, it would seem that what little resistance there was to my dark reign is on a Ministry slab. I have plans to make.” Voldemort turned back to Severus, “What of the boy?”

            “He is at the school as always.” Severus did not want to know what mission he would be forced into now, but the gleam in this monster’s evil, red eyes was very foreboding.

            “Bring him to me, immediately.”

            Severus’ first thought was panic at his imminent death, but a voice was heard in his head. ‘tell him you cannot and show him this image.’ Severus’ mind was filled with him bent over his desk and Harry behind him pounding away, while Severus cursed and screamed at him. It might have been erotic if it wasn’t a faked scene of his own rape.

            Severus caught on quick to his lover’s plan to keep him from a killing curse. He bowed his head, “I cannot, My Lord. He…”, Severus trailed off and seemed to collapse on himself again.

            “Severus, open your mind to me.” Severus lifted his face to the Dark Lord and let the authorized memory flow forth. He could see and feel Voldemort observe the rape scene. The man sat back in his conjured throne and smiled.

            “It would seem that the boy has taken a few frustrations out on you. You will continue to let him, even enjoy it. You will report to me if there are any developments. I will be planning my take over.” Voldemort dismissed everyone.

            Severus made it back to the castle better than he had ever before. Instead of multiple wounds and a dirty feeling no amount of hot water and soap could wash off, he was satiated and healthier than he had been for years. The glamour had held while under the throes of the modified crucio curse, so no one was the wiser that Severus Snape had lost some rather harsh years.

            When he entered his quarters he saw the Weasley, now Potter, pet still on the table passed out. He was covered in sweat and cum and looked very delicious. He could see why Harry had taken the boy as a pet and not just refused anymore contact with those traitorous red heads.

            Severus ran his hand down the boy’s smooth side. His creamy pale skin made Severus’ cock jump in his still sticky pants. He took the liberty of checking the plug and saw it motionless inside Ron’s ass. He must have finally learned his lesson. Severus smiled that the young man had some amount of discipline; he hadn’t been gone that long for the boy to learn the intended lesson. That was nice to know the boy was so submissive. That was a shock to Severus as he remembered Ron’s over baring behavior thus far in his schooling.

            Severus frowned in disappointment at the sight before him, he needed to see Harry and discus what he planned to do. He was apprehensive about the buffer that Dumbledore provided. Voldemort only feared that Harry could kill him, but Dumbledore could defeat the Dark Lord. Where Severus fit was the same place that he did before as a spy, only this time he was ordered to provide a sexual outlet as well. What a life he led.

            “Severus come to bed, we have a lot to do tomorrow. We have visitors coming tomorrow.”

            “Who is coming?”

            “New students to learn and teachers to teach.”

            “What, but we just started a new term?”

            “Yes, it is the perfect time. Plus, some kids won’t be taking the new classes.” Harry rolled over in the bed to throw an arm over Severus. The Potion master was too tired after his ordeal to think too deeply on the matter and lose sleep.

            The next day dawned with Severus smiling and moaning at the fleshy prominence poking him in the bum. He pushed back at the hardness and wiggled a little. He smiled wider when he heard a resulting moan. He wasn’t smiling however when a knock sounded on his chamber’s door.

            “Bloody hell, who would dare, this early in the morning?”

            Severus stormed to the door tying his robe closed. He rifled through his patented sneers for just the right one. He pulled opened the door and knew he had the right on by the flinch he caught from McGonagall.

            “Minerva, this had better be life or death or I will make it so.” Severus stepped back as the new Headmistress proceeded to enter his quarters.

            “Severus, it is too early in the morning for your theatrics. We have guests and…,” McGonagall looked at the table in the room. “Why is Mr. Weasley tied to a table naked in your rooms?”

            “Mr. Potter—”

            “Harry has something to do with this?”

            “No, well yes, but Mr. Weasley is now Mr. Potter by blood rite. He was being punished for not following orders correctly.”

            “Well can you please clothe the boy and ask Harry to come out here. We have some unexpected guests who say they were summoned by our owner.”

            “They were,” a tired and slightly cranky Gryffindor came into the room. He waved his wand with a silent spell to the naked red head on the table. The table disappeared, clothing appeared on Ron, and the boy woke up with a start, but quickly knelt to the ground with his head down. “I trust you learned your lesson?”

            “Yes, sir.” Ron nodded his head and smiled a little secret smile.

            “Harry, I hate to interrupt, but the guest You requested are waiting.” McGonagall looked put out by this whole situation.

            “Sorry, Headmistress, I have requested some additional personnel for the upcoming school year and we should be expecting some new students as well.” Harry waved his wand and his borrowed robe turned into proper day robes of red and gold. He smiled at Severus and gave him a small kiss on the cheek. “I would like it if you would join us at your earliest convenience.”

            Harry looked down to Ron, “Ron, you can go do whatever pleases you. Stay away from Ginny Weasley. You may associate with Hermione, if you want to.” Harry followed McGonagall out of the room and up to her new offices as Headmistress.

            The new Head office was made up of three chambers: a library, office, and anteroom. They were not password protected or high in a tower separate from the population. They were student accessible. McGonagall led Harry to the anteroom where three people sat waiting enjoying some biscuits and tea.

            They stood as Harry and McGonagall entered the room. Harry motioned for them to retake a seat. “I’m Harry Potter and this as you know is the Headmistress Minerva McGonagall. I have summoned you upon advice from Godric Gryffindor. We are in need of teachers for a better magical curriculum and I am planning on offering magical creatures a place here at Hogwarts.”

            “Mr. Potter, why am I just hearing about this?” McGonagall looked aghast at this unexpected bombshell.

            “Headmistress, I have been in conference with one of the founders and he is sorely disappointed in the curriculum. I felt that I could kill two birds with one stone by including you in this meeting.” Harry turned back to the three visitors. “Are one of you Abra Maxin Arim?”

            The man sitting in the middle of the couch across from Harry stood and extended a hand.

            “I am Abra. It is hard to fathom a Poetter unknown to us. Harry Potter why are you here?”

            Harry shook the hand, “I was born to this world and until my majority had several powerful spells blocking my magic and heritage to me. However, I am here to request of you teachers for new courses and for other efforts in this world.” He retook his seat and smiled at the three visitors.

            Abra sat back down, “This is Craven to my right and Arrisa Bloodaxe to my left.” Abra gestured to both people respectively and continued. “We are honored to be invited to this institution and be recognized for our knowledge, but we are hesitant to your motives.” Abra sat back with a tea cup, taking a sip.

            “We are at war, but I can assure you that effort is left at the gates of Hogwarts. With the dismissal of the last Headmaster, the wards were reset and any threat to the welfare and life of the students was ejected. We have differing political opinions still, but no evil intent remains. Although, pranks and fights may still occur. We do not wish to run a prison.”

            “And these ‘other’ efforts?” Arrisa asked, joining the conversation.

            “As you know we are at war and I was thrust into the fore of that particular war as a small child. I have started efforts to ‘assist’ in the official war effort behind the scenes without being seen. My group is unprepared for true combat. We can defend ourselves, but offense is something we have never been taught and must learn to realize our goal of leveling the playing field.”

            “We cannot interfere in your war.” Arrisa answered his statement.

            “We only ask you to teach us, but I am aware that Voldemort has been making inroads to certain fringe groups that are disenfranchised. We need to learn to fight that element.”

            Abra looked at his two companions and decided to cut to the chase, “Yes, the truth is Mr. Potter, Voldemort has even touched our world and we had decided, without your request, to seek you out and join your cause. The offer to teach was surprising considering the wizarding worlds current xenophobia in the magical community.”

            “It would seem,” Harry replied, “that my fellow witches and Wizards need some help to broaden their horizons. I thank you for your offer of assistance against Voldemort. We will be having a meeting with my supporters and another group of fighters sometime this week. Will you be staying at the castle or returning until plans are finalized?”

            “We will stay here at the castle to see how many teachers you need and help receive students. They are on their way. I trust accommodations are adequate for the various species?”

            McGonagall went into her role as Head mistress immediately, “Hogwarts will be ready to take all new students, but we will need a list of the species and ages so they may be sort correctly into their year.” The conversation went on for another couple of hours. The group exchanged information about the classes, the new students, and special accommodations. Harry closed his eyes during the meeting sending his request and his desire to the castle to create what was needed, alerting the house elves to start cleaning unused classrooms and meeting rooms.

            Harry awoke next to Ron in Gryffindor Tower. He had finally revealed the founders quarters hidden from sight of the students to Ron. Ron had fainted as he entered the hidden door from the students’ common room. The red head gaped at the room at large and then at Harry, and then promptly fell to the ground in a dead faint.

            Harry had set up an office to work and familiarize himself with the running of Hogwarts as the owner. It had been two weeks since the new students and teachers had been introduced to the school at large. Hogwarts was almost unrecognizable as the wizarding world’s number one education facility. It was now the world’s foremost magical teaching institution thanks to the various magical species students and teachers that had come after the school’s call.

            Harry rolled out of bed and looked at the red hair obscuring his bed partner’s face. He reached a hand out to pull back the curtain of hair and saw the slight grin on Ron’s face. Harry couldn’t help but laugh at the satisfied Gryffindor next to him. Harry had finally slept with Ron last night. He’d given the new Potter exactly what he wanted and fucked him into unconsciousness.

            Harry had just returned to the tower after dinner. Ron was waiting for him in the tower for his master with a surprise. As Harry walked into the common room of the founder’s tower he saw Ron knelling with a platter of fruits and chocolate. Harry had smiled at the pleasant surprise and walked up to the platter and sampled a piece of fruit.

            The fruit melted onto his tongue and he moaned, “Where did you get this?” Harry quickly placed another succulent piece in his mouth.

            Ron grinned that Harry was so pleased, “It is fairy fruit. A classmate in runes told me about it.” Ron offered up the platter for Harry to take some more, “Try the chocolate.”

            Harry obliged the request and picked up one of the chocolates. “Where did these come from?” He ate the chocolate and approved of the sweet and the creamy filling within.

            “The Twins.” Ron grinned as Harry’s eyes widened and he reluctantly swallowed the sweet.

            “What is going to happen?” Harry looked down at the knelling Ron.

            “It’s one of their new products, for their adult line.” Ron placed the tray on a nearby table and approached Harry. He was dressed in a simple tied robe. He put a chocolate in his mouth and placed his arms around Harry’s neck. “They sent them to us to test.” Ron kissed Harry lightly and Ron ran his tongue across his closed mouth. Harry opened to the gentle caress of Ron’s tongue. He tasted the chocolate residue as it moved along his tongue. Harry deepened the kiss as his body seemed to heat up and tingle at the skin to skin contact from Ron’s arms around his bare neck. Harry plunged his tongue into Ron’s depths and tasted all of the red head’s mouth had to offer.

            Ron withdrew from the kiss and started to undress Harry. He quickly divested Harry of his outer robe and then went about unbuttoning his shirt. As Ron revealed the toned and muscled torso to his eyes, Harry could do nothing but smile at the lust present in the red head’s eyes. Ron placed a hesitant hand to the bared skin and Harry moaned as shockwaves of pleasure rocked his body.

            His breathing was heavy as he spoke, “What did Fred and George put in those chocolates?”

            Ron smiled as he kissed under Harry’s ear. “They didn’t tell me. They just said to use them in the bedroom. The fairy fruit is an aphrodisiac, though.” His tongue snaked out to tickle the lobe of Harry’s ear. Harry looked down at the exposed shoulder in front of him and licked the bare skin. It tasted sweet instead of the expected saltiness. Harry could do nothing, but revel in the waves going through his body and the taste of sweet skin exploding on his tongue.

            Ron was beside himself with the lust he felt at the sight and taste of Harry. He had planned this seduction on the spur of the moment. After a classmate mentioned the fairy fruit and then the package from Fred and George, it had seemed providence that Ron should try and get Harry to finally go all the way and make him his. Ron thought about what it would feel like to have Harry sink his manhood into him and how full he would feel. He shuddered at the thought and sucked in the nipple that he realized was now at his mouth.

            Harry’s knees almost buckled when Ron took his erect nipple into his warm moist mouth. He was at a high that he could not describe in his wildest fantasies. It was so close to how he felt with Sev, but it was lacking something intangible. His mind was brought back to current events when Ron bit down on the nipple he was mouthing.

            “Fuck, Ron, I am going to make sure the Twins know what I think about their new products.” His heavy breathing ghosted over the light sheen of sweat on Ron’s body making him shiver.

            Ron chuckled at the words, but he had a mission. He wanted to become Harry’s totally tonight and he needed the Gryffindor to be out of his mind with pleasure and need. He moved down Harry’s body plunging his tongue into the brunette’s belly button. He traced the line of hair leading down to Harry’s pubic patch with his tongue. He marveled at the muscles his tongue caressed going down Harry’s body.

            Ron reached the dense and moist pubic patch and buried his nose in the arousing scent of musk and indefinable Harry. His tongue snaked out around the base of Harry’s cock tasting the flesh and soft hair. Harry’s manhood stood hard and alert above the mouth licking its base. Ron moved up the shaft. His tongue licked at the moisture that had started to run down from the slit in the head. He lapped at the fluid like it was ambrosia. Harry observed the reverence that Ron imbued in his actions.

            Ron could not get enough of the taste of Harry. The shiny fluid pouring from Harry’s cock tasted amazing. It was sweeter that he expected and made his tongue tingle as it coated the organ. He almost forgot about his plans to have Harry take him. He was so tempted to just knell at Harry’s groin and lap at the fountain of his cock.

            Ron got to the head of Harry’s member after cleaning every trail of the fluid up his cock. He looked up at Harry and froze as their eyes met in a mesmerizing silent communication of their passions. Ron opened his mouth engulfed the head and sucked what flowed out, shuddering in ecstasy.

            Harry moaned and wanted to scream as the most sensitive part of his anatomy was covered in moist heat and pressure that threatened to make him climax in the next moment, but he was denied by Ron pulling off of his shaft.

            “Harry, make me yours, please?” Ron seemed to not mind the pleading in his voice as he begged on his knees.

            Harry was so aroused by the vision in front of him that he simply lifted up Ron’s hand and helped him to his feet. He pushed the robe from Ron’s shoulder and left the garment on the ground as he led the red head to the bedroom.

            Harry laid Ron on his stomach on the bed, removing his pants all the way, he straddled his back. He leaned in and kissed a trail from neck to ass crevice, causing moans and shivers of pleasure. Ron was trying not to scream out in his extreme bliss, but as Harry neared his entrance with his tongue, Ron gave in and screamed.

            “Yes, Harry! Yes, please!” Ron was pulled up to his knees his ass in the air and being spread for Harry’s questing tongue. Harry plunged his tongue into the tight ring of muscle. He forged through the gate of Ron’s entrance tasting the sweet flavor that coated his tongue. It seemed almost like Ron was lubricating himself with a fruity flavor that eased the passage of Harry’s oral organ.

            Ron was incoherent from the invasion of the tongue moving in and out of him. This was gratification that was unimaginable to the red head. He and Hermione had never reached this height of ecstasy, only Harry could do this to him. Making him feel like he would explode if the man was not touching him or tonguing his most private area.

            “Please…please, Harry. I need…” Ron rasped and begged. He asked as best he could with lack of blood and oxygen in his brain. He wanted Harry inside him as soon as possible, right then.

            Harry smiled with his tongue incased in Ron’s ass. He pushed a finger in with his tongue, letting the digit be lubricated by the wet organ. Harry alternated pushing his tongue and finger into Ron’s tight sheath. He removed his tongue once his finger was properly lubed. He added another finger into the opening, pushing past the muscles. Harry felt the muscles start to loosen with each shallow stroke of his fingers. Harry finally added a third and heard the muffled keening coming from Ron’s mouth, buried in the bed coverings. Harry deepened the thrusts of his fingers and hit the special bundle of nerves inside Ron’s channel. Ron came with a scream as his head came up out the coverings he shuddered with the orgasm racking his frame.

            Harry kept his fingers moving throughout Ron’s orgasm. He pumped the fingers in and out and kept hitting that sweet spot. Ron was ready to black out from the pleasure when Harry removed his fingers from the clinching channel. Ron wanted to cry from relief of being able to take a deep breath and moan at the loss of the fingers in him. He was soon keening once again as Harry plunged his shaft home inside him and caused a subsequent orgasm from the penetration.

            Harry did not let Ron take another deep breath with the pace he set. He rammed into the red head fast and hard. Ron rode out the thrusts into him. His mind was a blank field as his whole world was Harry pounding into him. He took every thrust and moved to meet Harry when he could isolate the thought of muscle use in his brain.

            Harry’s thrusts became uneven and frantic as his climax came closer and closer. He thrust one last hard time into Ron and came, coating the internal channel with his seed. He felt the man up under him tense and grab his shaft internally, and then fall to the bed unconscious. Harry pulled out of the red haired Gryffindor and fell to the side. He cast a cleaning charm, and then fell asleep himself.

            Harry went to the shower after kissing the sleeping Ron. He turned on the taps and took care of his morning routine. He checked on Ron again as he left the bedroom dressed to go through his correspondence. He had gotten numerous howlers over the last two weeks after revamping the Hogwarts curriculum and student body. He would put them aside and incinerate the red envelopes and laugh at the poof of magical sound that the burning letters would make. He had gotten a large amount of them from one Molly Weasley and, surprisingly, Lucius Malfoy. Harry had thought that the blond DeathEater would have thought himself above such plebian modes of communicating discontent.

            Harry pushed another stack the red envelopes to the side and picked up a missive from the Ministry of Magic. He opened the letter and laughed at the veiled threat in the message.

            Dear Mr. Harry James Potter,

It has come to our and the Hogwarts board of Governors attention that the curriculum and student body has had numerous changes without the consultation of the either governmental entity. We have contacted the Deputy Head Mistress, who informed us that all on the new changes were authorized by on Harry Potter. It is the position of the Ministry and the BOG of Hogwarts that you have no such authority, pursuant to the governing rules set out in the statutes.

            It is my duty to inform you that all funding provided by the Ministry of Magic of Great Britain shall be withdrawn and all political support rescinded if the school does not comply to the current statutes within the month.

Sincerely,

Cornelius Fudge

Minister of Magic

            Harry picked up a quill and parchment and responded to the letter in as few words as possible.

            Dear Minister Fudge,

This is my school. I own it. I don’t need your funds. Screw yourself.

Sincerely,

Harry James Potter

Owner of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Heir of The Four

            Harry summoned Hedwig with a thought and sent the missive back to the pompous Minister. He went through the other letters, mostly parents apprehensive about their children being taught next to vampires, were-animals, fae, elves, and others creatures rarely seen in proper wizarding society. He wrote every parent a response and sent them off with school owls. He was glad that he had waited until Saturday to go through the mail, because when he looked up at the clock it was lunch time and he had worked through breakfast.

            He went to check on Ron. The other Gryffindor had not risen; Harry would have seen that from his work space in the common room. As he entered the bedroom Ron was sprawled on his back, covers bundled around his legs, and morning wood, or afternoon wood, was standing at attention.

            Harry approached the bed and reached down to run a finger up the length of the red head. He was amused by the matching red pubic hair and the contrast it made to the pale pink erection sprout from it. Harry was intrigues that Ron’s cock was not a more vermillion hue. The member beckoned to him for attention like a beacon. He shrugged his shoulders and sat on the side of the bed to lean over and take the shaft in his mouth. A guttural moan sounded from the throat of Ron above him. Harry laughed and the vibration caused another moan to sound. Harry took the cock deep in his throat and swallowed it.

Ron came awake with a start panting in disoriented bliss. His cock was engulfed by the most beautiful man he knew. Harry was moving up and down his shaft and Ron was in Heaven. He didn’t dare place his hands on the back of Harry’s head to speed up the pace. He waited on the pleasure that his Master could only provide.

Harry knew that Ron was being very good by not touching him or asking for more without leave. He sped up his pace and silently cast a lubrication spell on his finger. He pushed into the still reddened hole and heard the gasp from Ron as he shot his seed down Harry’s willing throat.

            “Thank you, Sir.”

            “Well, such initiative as last night should always be rewarded. Now, up with you we have missed breakfast and lunch is almost over. You have homework to finish. We take our NEWTs this year. You must do well.” Harry pulled Ron up and off the bed, pushing him into the bathroom to shower.

They were soon walking to the Great hall for lunch. Harry rounded a corner to witness Dean and Seamus facing down what looked to be a vampire and winged elemental. Ron made to move to the two Gryffindors defense, but Harry held him back and watched his friends.

The elemental looked as if he were angry at the two humans; his magic seemed to swirl around him, bringing wind and water circling the group. Dean didn’t look that scared, but Seamus was looking shaky.

“We can’t let them fight, Sir. They’re both stronger then Dean and Seamus.” Ron whispered in Harry’s ear as more people in the halls noticed the confrontation.

Harry turned to look at Ron and responded, “I gave all muggleborns three weeks to show they belonged here. This is an essential confrontation for Dean and Seamus.” Harry knew Seamus was a half-blood, but he was in the same boat as Dean.

Harry turned back to observe the confrontation. Dean had his hands by his side, his wand was nowhere in sight. Harry looked for any sign of the dark skinned boy’s wand, but could not make out even a slight gesture to pull it. The Elemental lunged towards Dean with a gust of wind adding power to his move forward. Dean lifted his hand and a shield appeared, the elemental bouncing back, but the wind screamed past Deans face making him squint. Suddenly his wand was in his hand and the Elemental was bound and a wand to his throat.

Harry was impressed, highly impressed. He noticed the Vampire move to hit Dean from the side, but Seamus placed himself in between his friend and the vampire. The Vampire had not counted on Seamus to move as fast as him and the silver dagger pressed to his chest was a total surprise. Claws appeared and moved towards Seamus’ throat, but Harry lifted a hand and the hand froze an inch from Seamus.

“That’s enough.” Harry said as he released the hold on the vampire. Seamus stepped out of the way and Dean’s wand disappeared once again as he noticed his friend next to them. “What is going on here? Magic is forbidden in the halls of Hogwarts, especially in fights.”

Dean turned to respond, but was interrupted, “We were only having a small disagreement Owner Potter.” The Elemental declared looking at the other three for backup for their excuse.

“Yeah, Harry, just a disagreement between classmates.” Dean said, but he knew Harry wasn’t buying it.

Harry noticed the Slytherin patches on the vampire and elemental. He was surprised to see the house rivalry between the new students and old students. Although, it could just be coincidence.

Harry looked at the group, “Seamus, Dean, have you had lunch yet. We were on our way down?” Harry knew that got the intended command and it really wasn’t a request. He was proud of his lieutenants and wanted to tell them so, without the crowd.

“No, Harry, we haven’t, want to eat together?”

“Yeah, that would be nice. Come on.” They walked away from the literally steaming elemental and angry vampire.
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