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The Corruption of Lily Potter	By : jamspectrum1274 Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 93627 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter List
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The Corruption of Lily Potter
Chapter 18
The Serpent Awakens Part 4
(History of Magic)
Next Morning-Great Hall

“Has anyone seen Harry?” Hermione asked as she was half through her breakfast reading one of Gilderoy Lockhart’s books. She was unfortunately talking to Ron as he was sitting unnaturally close to her while she was eating. Neville was chatting with Dean and Seamus at the time, and Padma and Parvati were talking with Luna, so she was stuck asking Ron, who had his mouth full of eggs. Ron gulped down his food and shook his head, taking another bite from his plate. Hermione frowned intently as she moved to her side, away from Ron as he was more interested in his plate of food at the moment. “What’s taking him so long? He knows Professor McGonagall will be handing out class schedules soon.”

Hermione glanced at the door to the Great Hall again, wishing that Harry would enter and he wouldn’t get in trouble for sleeping late. The last time she saw Harry was inside his suitcase home, reminding him that they had an early start today. She knew Luna left, because she waited long enough to see her leave, but respected Harry staying inside because every boy in that dorm room complained about Ron’s snoring, which made sense because Neville stayed inside his.

“Waiting for someone, Miss Granger?” Professor McGonagall’s voice said, scaring Hermione a bit as she turned her head to see her Head of House standing over her. “Mr. Potter, I assume?”

“Yes, Professor,” Hermione said after a moment. “I talked with Neville earlier, and he said that he and Tonks never came out of his suitcase.”

“Well, if you or Mr. Longbottom see him, please inform him that I have his class schedule,” McGonagall said to her, handing Hermione and Ron their class schedules. She then walked down the Gryffindor table, continuing to pass out class schedules to the rest of the students. Hermione looked at the schedule and saw that they had Herbology first, and looking over at Neville, she noticed that he was beaming at this fact. She could only smile at this, for she knew that Herbology was Neville’s favorite class.

Breakfast ended soon after and Hermione gathered her things and began to head to her first class. As she joined Neville, Dean, and Seamus with Ron slowly following, Hermione had to wonder where Harry was.

Herbology went off as calmly as possible, with Neville getting ten points for Gryffindor right off the bat by correctly naming the properties of the mandrake root. Professor Sprout, a short, plump woman, was genuinely pleased with Neville’s efforts in her class. That was, of course, until he fainted during repotting the mandrakes. This brought a quick chuckle from several of the boys in the class, and a smile from Hermione, as no matter how much Neville had grown from his time training with Harry, he was still the same childlike boy she first met a year ago.

After Herbology the Gryffindors had Transfiguration, and Hermione still had not seen Harry come to class yet. After McGonagall took attendance, she noticed that Harry was nowhere to be seen, and inquired if anyone had seen him yet. When Hermione and Neville said that they hadn’t yet, McGonagall went on with the class with a bit of an angry look on her face. After showing the class how to turn a beetle into a button, she observed the class as they all attempted the same spell. Both Hermione and Neville had mastered the spell fairly easily, while other students took the whole hour to get the spell right. Ron, however, was still trying as the same beetle he was practicing on was scampering around his desk.

It was around lunchtime when Hermione and McGonagall finally saw Harry. He was standing just outside of the Great Hall with Tonks and Lily standing right behind him, all three of them looking sorry at that fact that they had missed half their day. McGonagall gave Harry a very stern look as she approached the group, with Hermione following her and copying the same look.

“Well, Mr. Potter, and Miss Tonks, I see that both of you finally decided to join us,” McGonagall stated as she crossed her arms, with Hermione following her motion. “Now, I know that you were not ill, Mr. Potter, as I checked with Madam Pomfrey just moments before classes began this morning. So, if you would please tell me, what is the cause of your lateness?”

Harry looked up at McGonagall with a very weak smile and said, “I’m sorry, Professor McGonagall. I uh… overslept.”

“And the reason for this, Mr. Potter?” McGonagall locked her eyes upon the raven-haired boy.

“I uh… couldn't sleep last night,” Harry stammered a bit, clearly not liking the situation he was now in. “I guess I was too excited for the upcoming year here.”

McGonagall tilted her head and glanced over at Tonks for a moment as Hermione kept glaring at Harry. After McGonagall looked back down at Harry, she said, “Twenty points from Gryffindor for your lateness, Mr. Potter. Also, I will be assigning you detention in a few weeks to ensure that this will not happen again. Finally, you will see me tonight after your final class so I can give you the rest of your schedule.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Harry said, and after McGonagall left, Hermione stepped forward and got right into Harry’s face. “I’m sorry, Hermione.”

“Sorry? You lost Gryffindor Twenty Points!” Hermione yelled, turning several passers-by’s heads. “I told you that we had an early start this morning. What happened to keep you up at night?”

“I said I was excited,” Harry responded, glancing slightly over to Tonks and Lily. “I had a really hard time getting to sleep last night.”

Tonks coughed, smiling a bit, but gesturing Harry towards the Great Hall. “You two better get some food into you,” She said to both of them. “You’re both need your strength to make it through the rest of the day.”

Hermione frowned intently as she looked at Tonks, her arms uncrossing themselves as she did. “Fine,” She said exasperated. “But we are going to talk about this.”

With that, Hermione stormed into the Great Hall with a deep scowl on her face. Harry followed her with Tonks and Lily behind him, the two women smiling weakly as they were concerned with what Hermione might be told.

The rest of their lunch time was filled with Hermione constantly trying to find out what happened to Harry the previous night. Throughout the hour, Hermione would eat her lunch and ask every question she could think of as to why Harry didn’t get any sleep the night before. Harry tried his best to give her an explanation that wouldn’t reveal to her that Tonks and Harry had fucked all night into morning, but Hermione didn’t believe anything that Harry had told her. As soon as the lunch hour had ended, Harry grabbed his bag and followed Hermione to their next class, with Hermione giving Harry a lecture on getting to sleep on time. Tonks was right behind them, smirking as she listened to Hermione talk, thinking, ‘Wait until tonight after I shag the life out of him, he’ll get his sleep then.’

The Gryffindor second years filed into the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom and looked around the now brighter room. Harry had to admit that this was a much better look than what Quirrell had for it last year. Well, almost better as every wall was nearly covered with portraits and photographs of Gilderoy Lockhart, smiling and winking from all around the classroom. Harry groaned as he saw these images of Lockhart on every wall, as Hermione almost looked starry-eyed at the classroom. As everyone else took their seats, Harry noticed that almost half the girls were already leering at these pictures, and Harry began to wonder what was going on with these girls. With a deep scowl on his face, Harry sat down next to Hermione and waited for the pompous man to make his entrance. Tonks at that time stood next to the entrance with the same scowl on her face, not liking what the classroom looked like, and Lily who was standing next to her, whispered, “Gilderoy is a big Narcissist, Tonks. He’ll do anything to stay in his spotlight, and to make sure it shines bright.”

“Welcome!” Lockhart entered the classroom from his office with his arms held out wide and a big smile on his face. “Allow me to introduce you to your new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, me! Gilderoy Lockhart: Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defence League, and five-time winner…”

Lockhart went on for almost another ten minutes talking about himself, as the girls in the class stared longingly at him. Half the class groaned at hearing Lockhart go on about himself, while the other half leered at Lockhart as if they were drinking in his every word. Both Harry and Neville were among the former, as they looked around the classroom and noticed that with the exception of Parvati and Padma, all of the girls in the class kept their eyes locked on the blonde haired man. Soon after that, Lockhart passed out parchments to the class, and as Harry looked at the parchment he was given, he saw that it was a quiz with 50 questions, and all of them were about Lockhart.

“As I know you all received my books,” Lockhart said with wider smile. “Let’s see how much you’ve learned about me. You all have thirty minutes, begin.”

Hermione began answering the questions on the quiz with passion, causing Harry to worry about her. Harry groaned as he picked up his quill and began to do the same, albeit much slower than Hermione. Most of the boys moved slower than Harry, Neville included, and by the time that Lockhart gathered up everyone’s parchments, the boys in the class were relieved that this part was over.

“Tsk, Tsk. Only a few of you managed to answer every question, and it looks like most of those are wrong,” Lockhart said ten minutes after he collected the quizes. A bit of a frown was on his face as he thumbed through each parchment, looking over each student’s answers. “However, it looks like Hermione Granger knows my favorite color is lilac, a perfect birthday gift for me is harmony between magic and non-magic people, and my secret ambition to rid the world of evil and market my own range of hair-care potions. In fact, you have gotten every question right! Bravo, Miss Granger!”

Hermione blushed as Lockhart rose from his seat and smiled warmly at her. A fact that made Harry very angry and caused a tiny tremor before regaining his composure. Fortunately, no one noticed the slight tremor and listened to Lockhart as he lifted what looked like a bird cage covered in blue cloth.

After Lockhart placed the covered cage on the desk, the cage rattled as whatever was inside it wasn't very happy about being caged. “Now, it is my job to teach you how to protect yourselves against all manners of dark creatures. Know that no danger will befall you as long as I am here,” Lockhart held out his wand over the cage while his free hand grabbed the cloth covering the cage. “I ask all of you to not scream, for you might provoke them!”

Lockhart pulled off the cloth with a yank, and revealed what was inside of the cage: Cornish Pixies. Small, blue-skinned creatures with big black eyes, pointed ears, and white, clear wings that were flapping very.fast. Both Seamus and Ron laughed at seeing these creatures as they clearly weren’t taking them seriously. Lockhart cocked his eyebrow looking at two boys and frowned.

“Laugh if you must, Mr. Finnegan and Mr. Weasley, but Cornish Pixies can be devilish little blighters!” Lockhart said as he moved his free hand to the door to the cage. Harry saw this and readied his wand, knowing full well what this idiot was about to do. “Let's see what you make of them!”

Within that moment, right as Lockhart pulled open the cage door, Harry pointed his wand directly at the cage and shouted, “Immobulus!” All of the pixies were immobilized in that instant, with Lockhart’s hand going limp as it was in the path of Harry’s spell. The boys saw this and laughed loudly at seeing Lockhart trying to move his now immobile hand, flapping and waving it around. After a while, Lockhart’s face turned red with anger as he glared at Harry and pointed his wand at him. Tonks immediately saw this and within a breath of an instant, got in between Lockhart and Harry.

“Now see here, Mr. Potter,” Lockhart angrily said. “You should be careful when you use spells like that.”

“Excuse me, Professor,” Harry stared back at the blonde-haired man. “But don’t you think you should’ve taught us how to defend ourselves from them first, before opening the cage and releasing them?”

Lockhart stepped back as Tonks glared at him, absolutely not amused with his antics in the classroom. “Well, I guess you have a good point there, Mr. Potter,” Lockhart stammered a bit as he regained his smile. “Very well class, as Mr. Potter correctly demonstrated the proper spell to counter Cornish Pixies, I award Gryffindor ten points.”

The Gryffindors applauded as Lockhart put down his wand so he could close the cage. Around that time, Harry looked at Hermione, who was looking at him now with a big smile on her face. However, as Lockhart went on to teach the rest of the class, Hermione’s gaze returned back to Lockhart and at that moment, Harry began to quietly question what was going on with all of the girls in the class. Especially with Hermione, as she had her eyes locked at the DADA professor until the class ended.

After class had ended, Harry gathered his things and went to the door. Neville joined him a moment later as they waited for Hermione, as she and a group of girls gathered around Lockhart as he was handing out autographs of himself. “What’s up with this guy, Harry?” Neville asked his godbrother. “I mean, I’m not sure who is worse, him or Quirrell.”

“I hate to say this, but Quirrell was better,” Harry said with a chuckle. “He may have been acting freaked out over his own shadow, but he did teach us useful spells. Of course, that was before we knew that Voldemort possessed him.”

Neville laughed at this, and Hermione joined them soon after, asking “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” Both Harry and Neville said in unison as they left the classroom and headed back towards Gryffindor tower. However, about halfway there, Harry remembered that McGonagall wanted to see him, so he excused himself and headed towards her office with Tonks and Lily in tow. It was still early in the afternoon, and dinner was still several hours away, but with McGonagall’s tone earlier, Harry didn’t want to anger his Head of House further by avoiding her until later.

After a few minutes, Harry, Tonks, and Lily entered McGonagall’s office and saw her ruffling through parchments neatly stacked on her desk. Harry, keeping his allure in check, walked over and took the seat across from her. Not even looking up, she asked him, “How long did you fuck them last night, Harry?”

Harry looked at her dumbfounded as Tonks looked at her wide-eyed, and Lily coughed out a laugh. “You knew?” Harry asked as Minerva looked up at him and smiled.

“Of course I knew. After all, with your bloodlust and your sexual appetite, I’m rather surprised that Miss Tonks is still walking now,” Minerva said, looking at Tonks with a slight tilt of her head. “So, Miss Tonks, how long did you last against Harry?”

“I’m sorry, but I’m somewhat lost here” ,” Tonks looked at both of them. “I mean, after what happened last night; I kind of suspected that Harry was fucking others, especially after what I witnessed all day yesterday. I’m not stupid, Harry. You’ve had to fuck the Patils and Luna on the train, and after what Luna did herself last night before we went to bed, I kind of suspected that there had to be others. So, are you telling me Professor McGonagall that you and Harry…”

“Yes,” Minerva smiled wider. “I’m quite surprised you didn’t learn this from Amelia, as she watched me exit Harry’s suitcase back at the Ministry, and with Harry’s allure, I’m quite sure she would have wanted to jump Harry’s bones as well. However, I still haven’t gotten my questioned answered; how long did you and Lily fuck Harry last night?”

“Til an hour before sunup,” Lily answered with a smile. “Tonks has great stamina, Minerva. I am quite surprised she got up walking after she woke up. Though I don’t think she knew what she was getting when she challenged Harry to see who will last longer.”

“Really?” Minerva cocked her eyebrow, and then looked up and down at Tonks with slight admiration. “Well, I suggest that the two of you are a little more mindful about that in the future. Especially you, Harry. You’re a student here, and you are responsible for making all of your classes on time. This goes for you too, Miss Tonks. After all, challenging Harry in the middle of the night is a bad idea. I may not have the stamina you do, but Harry has fucked four grown women senseless in one session before, and he still had energy to take on twice that amount. However, with that being said, you will be attending detention with Harry as soon as I decide on when that is going to be.”

“You know I will, Professor McGonagall,” Tonks smiled, finally understanding what was going on. She also licked her lips as she looked at Minerva in a new light.

“Now, Harry. Here is your class schedule, and you may have noticed that you have an extra weekly class than your other fellow second years,” Minerva handed him a parchment with his classes labeled on it. Harry read it thoroughly, and saw that he had a class labeled for Saturday nights. It began an hour after dinner with no discernable time limit; Animagus Training-Professor Minerva McGonagall. “You did mention to me that you were interested in becoming an Animagus, Harry.”

“Yes,.” Harry smiled at looking at this added class. “Uh, can I have others join this class? Neville, Hermione, the Patils?”

“Of course,” Minerva said, although she frowned a bit at the fact that she wouldn’t have Harry all to herself, so-to-speak. “Just as long as they have top marks in Transfiguration, they are welcome to join the class on Saturday night.”

Harry nodded, and made plans in his head to ask his friends if they were interested. As he looked up at Minerva, she was getting up from her chair, and vanished her glamour and her clothes with a seductive smile. She then walked to the curtain dividing her office and her bedroom, and after she opened it, she moved over to the nearest table in there and bent over with her ass presented to Harry.

“I’ve had to wait for a week, Harry,” Minerva said, wiggling her tight ass at Harry. Harry smiled and got off his seat and undid his pants, walking over to her as he did so. “I know I can’t keep you here long, but my pussy has been missing your cock.”

Tonks licked her lips as Harry mounted Minerva from behind and began fucking her pussy. As Harry thrust into Minerva, Lily shimmered her appearance as she floated over to them, revealing her naked frame to both Harry and Minerva. Tonks, watching this, moaned as she removed her clothes while she moved closer to them, feeling her own arousal attacking her senses. As both Lily and Tonks took positions in front of Minerva’s face, they were already rubbing their pussies watching Harry fuck Minerva senseless.

“Oh Merlin! I can’t believe I missed this so much!” Minerva screamed as Harry grabbed her long brown hair and pulled her head off of the table. “Yes, Harry! Fuck me like a common whore!”

Harry plowed into her as Lily grabbed his head and kissed him fiercely. Harry entwined his tongue with her ghostly tongue as Tonks got in front of Minerva and while Harry was still holding Minerva’s head, she leaned over to her and planted a deep kiss of her own onto Minerva’s lips. Minerva’s eyes went wide for a moment, but as she felt Tonks’ tongue enter her mouth, Minerva instinctively grabbed the back of Tonks’ head and began to moan into her mouth. Harry growled in lust as he felt Minerva cum on his dick soon after that which made her pussy grip his cock tightly as she did. Once her orgasm had passed, Harry picked up the pace again as he intended to really make her enjoy this.

Forcing Minerva to break break off her embrace with Tonks, Harry lifted her sweaty body off of the table and forced her to walk over to her bed, with him fucking her pussy all the way over there. Tonks and Lily followed, both of them having a feeling what Harry wanted to do next. Sure enough, as Harry landed Minerva on her bed, he flipped her around to her back and began fucking her even harder. Harry then motioned Tonks over, and with a seductive move, Tonks mounted Minerva’s face and began making out with Harry, moaning into his face as she felt Minerva’s tongue flick her clit. Lily laid down on the bed next to the trio and masturbated while watching them fuck, and as Harry was reaching his climax, Lily was finger-fucking herself with wild abandon. Within moments, Harry growled loudly and shot his load deep inside of Minerva, as the two witches went through their own orgasms with Tonks falling off of Minerva’s face and lying in front of Lily.

After Harry pulled away from Minerva, he heard a soft moan from behind him. Pulling his pants back up, Harry turned to see Hermione looking shocked at the whole scene in front of her. Harry was stunned at seeing Hermione there, and looking back at the three females on the bed, Harry understood what Hermione was feeling at that moment.

“Hermione, I…,” Harry said, then stopped, as he didn’t really know what to say. Minerva, Tonks, and Lily all heard this and looked to see the bushy-haired girl stare wide-eyed at all of them. The next moment, Hermione turned on her heel and bolted from the room. Harry and the three witches were all left speechless as Hermione left the room, but as Harry walked forward to where Hermione was standing, he noticed that there was a small wet puddle on the floor. Harry stared at this for a long time with a frown on his face, uncertain at what this meant for both Harry and Hermione.

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The Next Day-History of Magic classroom

Hermione had been actively avoiding Harry ever since she caught him fucking Minerva and Tonks. Every time that Harry tried to talk to her, she had walked away or tried to talk to somebody else there. Harry couldn’t understand it, as from what he noticed from her, Hermione didn’t seem to be angry at him, or at least she didn’t seem to be. He tried everything he could to get her to talk to him, even asking Padma, Parvati, and Luna to talk to her for him, but she had not said a word to anyone about what had happened the other day.

This morning was even worse, as she had sat with Ron and Ginny during breakfast and was making it apparent that she wasn't interested in talking to Harry, Neville, or anyone else during that time. As a matter of fact, Hermione looked as if she was deliberately trying to make Harry jealous. Harry noticed this especially as she choose to sit next to Ron during Charms, and went so far as to help the red-haired boy with the spell they were learning. Harry was furious at this, and nearly bungled the spell himself, causing the entire room to shake as his eyes were locked on Hermione and Ron. When Charms class had ended, Harry noticed Ron cheerfully carried Hermione’s books to their next class, History Of Magic.

Harry sat next to Neville, which was directly behind a chatty Hermione and Ron. Of course, Malfoy made matters worse as he and Pansy Parkinson took a seat to Hermione’s and Ron’s right, and as soon as those two sat, they both made quirks about Hermione being a Mudblood and Ron being a traitor to his blood. Harry had to take a breath to try to keep his composure, and fortunately for him, Daphne Greengrass and Tracey Davis took the seats next to Harry and Neville.

“Greetings Heir Potter, and Heir Longbottom,” Daphne smiled and bowed to them, her blonde hair glistening as the sun lit up the room. “I apologize for not accepting your invitation on the train a couple of days ago, but by the time your invitation came to me, I was already settled in to my own private car. I also apologize for not informing you of this sooner, but as it was the first day, I was focused on Slytherin dealings.”

“I completely understand, Heir Greengrass,” Harry said formally, returning her bow. Neville followed suit and around that time, Ron turned around and frowned, listening to this conversation, which drew Hermione’s attention as well. “However, I do want to discuss our marriage contract as soon as you get the chance. I’m sure that you’re already aware that your father has yet to send me the contract yet, and we do have to discuss when you’re going to teach Neville and I proper wizarding etiquette.”

“Of course, Heir Potter,” Daphne responded. “As class is about to begin, I suggest we wait until after class is over so we can discuss this further.”

“Good afternoon, Second Years!” Thaddeus announced as he closed the door to the classroom. Everyone looked behind to see the American wizard walked forward to the front of the class. “I am Thaddeus Prendergast, your new History of Magic teacher, and I can assure you all that you will not learn anymore about the Goblin Wars. Unless they are a part of an event I will be teaching you this term.”

Everyone smiled as Thaddeus went to his desk and picked up a thick book that everyone already had a copy of on their desks; A History of Magic, by Bathilda Bagshot. However, as Thaddeus turned to face the class, he said, “This textbook has a lot of useful information, and you may use this as a guide through this class. However, I expect you all to know that these books have only bits of the information I want you to discover. So I expect you all to use every resource and tool you can find to discover the truth as each of you see it. Now, for this term, you will be focusing on two major subjects; The Hogwarts Founders, and the two most recent Dark Wizards in the past, Gellert Grindelwald and Lord Voldemort.”

A hushed murmur went throughout the classroom as they heard Voldemort being mentioned by Thaddeus. Harry smiled though, and so did Neville and Hermione, as they all finally knew that somebody useful was going to be teaching them History for a change. Once the class silenced after a moment, Hermione shot her hand up and asked, “Excuse me, Professor Prendergast, but what does Grindelwald and Voldemort have to do with the Hogwarts Founders?”

“That will be up to you to discover, Miss Granger,” Thaddeus answered. “There has been many theories as to the lineage of the Hogwarts founders, and a few of them might connect to Voldemort and Grindelwald, but that is not what I’m going to be focusing on. What I’m going to teach you all is about each individual, their lives, accomplishments, and their personal relationships. We will begin with learning about this man first:”

Thaddeus drew out his wand and pointed it at the chalkboard, and with a flick of his wrist, the name of Godric Gryffindor appeared on the chalkboard. Both Malfoy and his two goons, who were sitting in the back, loudly scoffed at what they saw on the chalkboard, with Malfoy adding, “Playing favorites, are we Prendergast?”

“First, it’s Professor Prendergast, Mr. Malfoy, and five points from Slytherin for your blatant disrespect,” Thaddeus frowned at the blonde haired boy. “Second, as your History of Magic teacher, I choose the subjects for you to learn, not the other way around. Finally, Mr. Malfoy, I really don’t know what type of favoritism you are talking about, but as I stated, you are going to learn about all four of Hogwarts founders. I also would like to add that I was a student here myself, and I was a Ravenclaw, if you are interested.”

Malfoy looked as if he was shocked at hearing this, and to tell the truth, so was Harry. To be fair, though, Harry never did ask Thaddeus what his childhood was like, mainly because Harry thought it caused Thaddeus pain. However, Thaddeus continued the lesson, describing Gryffindor’s place of birth, his childhood, and his future friendship with Salazar Slytherin. Harry and everyone was pleasantly surprised with how knowledgeable Thaddeus was about this, and even Malfoy was writing down important notes following the lesson closely. That was until Thaddeus gave them their homework assignments, which was a two roll parchment essay on Godric Gryffindor detailing his life outside of his participation of creating Hogwarts. He also assigned them to look for information not directly known to many wizards and witches; what became of Godric Gryffindor’s hat.

After class, several students stayed behind to ask Thaddeus about his incredible knowledge of history. Harry stayed behind too, though not to ask Thaddeus about his knowledge. When the crowd of students left, Thaddeus saw Harry standing there with a frown, and had to ask, “Is something wrong, Mr. Potter?”

“I have several questions to ask you, Professor,” Harry asked, though smiled a bit at calling Thaddeus ‘Professor’. “First, why did you choose Gryffindor as your first lesson?”

“Well, why not? He’s the most prominent of the four, but even he made mistakes in his life,” Thaddeus said to Harry. “However, I don’t think that’s what really you wanted to ask me.”

“No sir, it’s about Gilderoy Lockhart,” Harry informed the Professor, both Lily and Tonks walking forward to join them. “I think that there’s something strange about him. During class yesterday, he had almost every witch in the class leering at him. I don’t know what to make of it.”

“In what way?” Thaddeus sat on his desk and frowned. “I know that the man is a Narcissist, and he loves being the center of attention. However, I can’t sense anything abnormal about him that would draw young witches attention to the man. That doesn’t mean that I don’t think he’s up to something, but I can’t prove that he’s doing anything wrong yet.”

“We all know that Dumbledore selected him for the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher for a reason, Thaddeus,” Lily spoke frankly to him. “It’s possible that Lockhart might be using some kind of allure like Harry’s to draw in these young females. Besides Padma, Parvati, Tonks, and myself, almost every female in the castle seem to be under some sort of spell whenever Lockhart is around them.”

“I disagree with that, Lily,” Tonks looked at her. “It’s true that he has three Veela as slaves, but even if his wand is imbued with one of their hairs, it wouldn’t be powerful enough to counter Harry’s. I mean, while Harry does have better control over it now, it is the simple fact that Harry has a more powerful wand over Lockhart’s. Not to mention the obvious fact that Harry is definitely more powerful than that pop-in-jay.”

Thaddeus listened to this, placing his hand on his chin and rubbing it thoughtfully. “You both may be right with this,” He said after a moment. “Lockhart can’t counter the power of Harry’s wand, or Harry himself, but he does have some kind of power over the witches near him.”

Thaddeus thought about this some more, getting off the desk and pacing around it. It was a full minute before he stopped pacing and looked back at Harry, Lily, and Tonks. “Do you have control over your allure yet, Harry?”

“For the most part, yes sir,” Harry shrugged. “There's still moments when I have little or no control over it, and those are when I go for long periods of time without having sex, or in the middle of the night when I’m sleeping.”

Thaddeus smiled as he walked up to him. “For the time being Harry, I want you to allow your allure to flow during your Defense classes to see if there is any kind of counter to what Lockhart has been doing.” Thaddeus said as he placed his hand on Harry’s shoulder. “Try not to get into too much trouble with the girls. If I’m right, then Lockhart will try to do something to get his spotlight back. However, I don’t think he has an allure over the females, at least not directly.”

“I do seem to remember Lockhart using the Veela he had to influence people in Flourish and Blotts that day when we did our school shopping,” Lily said thoughtfully. “He did tell Madam Bones that he was sending them back to Paris before the start of term here, but who knows if that was the case.”

“You think that he didn’t?” Thaddeus asked her. “Did you manage to catch these Veela’s names?”

“Delacour. I remember Lockhart and Madam Bones talking about them,” Harry answered. “He mentioned that one of the daughters was attending Beauxbatons Academy under the care of someone called Madam Maxine.”

“Delacour, I know that name,” Thaddeus said, frowning a bit. “Francais Delacour died mysteriously several years ago. I remember hearing about that some time ago, and from what I heard, Lockhart was somehow involved in the circumstances leading up to his death. There was no mention of Lockhart taking possession of the Delacour women after that, and that was until Amelia-uh Madam Bones told me about them last week.”

“I think I can help with this,” Tonks stepped forward, her hair turning black as she did. “My mother is Andromeda Tonks nee Black. She was disowned by my grandmother for marrying my father, but even a disowned Black might have pull in France to search for them quietly without arousing suspicion from Lockhart.”

“I wouldn’t chance that, Tonks,” Thaddeus looked at her. “Having your mother use her Black name in France might alert someone like Lucius Malfoy. I might not know about how the hierarchy works within the Wizengamot, but any use of the Black name is dangerous anywhere. Relax, I have contacts inside of Beauxbatons and Paris, so I can find out if the Delacours are there or not.”

“What about Lockhart? Surely you must have a plan to keep an eye on him that doesn’t involve Harry,” Lily said with a frown. “We all know that Lockhart and Dumbledore are up to something, but without keeping an eye on one of them, there’s no way to discover what they’re up to.”

“Of that I agree, which is why I already asked someone to keep an eye on Lockhart without Dumbledore or Lockhart finding out,” Thaddeus smiled at all three of them, then glanced just behind them and winked at what appeared to be an empty space. “Isn’t that right, Abi?”

Harry, Tonks, and Lily all spun around as a the laughter of Abigail Prendergast echoed throughout the classroom. After a moment, the ghostly image of a thirteen-year-old brunette girl wearing early colonial wear, circa 1600’s. Her hair was tied up into pigtails that was long enough to touch her shoulders, and her brown eyes gleamed a sparkle as she laughed at everyone standing there.

“Thaddeus gave me this mission just after the Feast,” Abigail informed the group. “He suspected that Lockhart was up to something after hearing him talk, and during that night, he asked me to keep a close eye on him to see what Lockhart was up to. However, there are places here where I can’t go without being detected, like the headmaster’s office. There are special protections that would notify Dumbledore if I tried to sneak in.”

“Have you discovered anything, Abigail?” Lily asked the teenage ghost.

“No, but he does have a trunk in his office that he spends the night in,” Abi answered Lily. “I can’t go in there, as he’s much too careful to allow me access yet.”

“Well, let’s just hope he slips up. You be careful, Abi, and be mindful of the other ghosts who see you around the castle,” Thaddeus said. “Remember, Dumbledore might know that another ghost has taken up residence here, but he doesn’t know about our connection just yet.”

“Professor Prendergast!” Lily shouted as she had a sudden moment of realization. Taking a quick look around, she did in fact see mirrors located around the classroom. Not readily noticeable, unless you knew to look for them, and as Lily turned to face Thaddeus again, she noticed a slight smile on his face.

“I’m not a fool, Lily,” Thaddeus half-laughed. “It was one of the first things I checked for once I arrived here. Dumbledore placed some very simple, yet powerful spying charms on all the mirrors inside of Hogwarts. However, once I knew where the mirrors were, I placed an altered Confundus charm on them, so Dumbledore will only see what happens during my classes. Before or after, however, he will only see me sitting on my desk for several moments until either my next class or it’s time for me to leave.”

“Brillant,” Both Harry and Tonks said as they were amazed at this feat. Somehow Thaddeus had outsmarted Dumbledore in his own house, so-to-speak, and Harry was extremely impressed that Thaddeus managed to do this.

“Well, if there isn’t anything else, I suggest you three head to the Great Hall for it is Harry’s lunch time,” Thaddeus said as he walked around his desk and sat down behind it. “I’m quite sure that Harry will need his strength to tackle the rest of the day.”

Harry noticed the smirk on Thaddeus’ face as he, Tonks, and Lily left the classroom, knowing that Thaddeus meant the fun he has been having at night.

Shortly after leaving the classroom, Harry met up with Neville, Daphne, Tracey, Parvati, Blaise, and surprisingly Hermione. Hermione still looked like she was still mad at Harry, but became interested as she overheard Harry and Daphne talking before class began. While Harry did explain to Hermione about both his marriage contracts to Ginny and Daphne, he wasn’t quite sure how Hermione was reacting to them. However, as they walked their way towards the Great Hall, Harry noticed that Hermione was pleasantly joining the conversation, asking all sorts of questions about the wizarding hierarchy.

“It’s long and tedious, but it essentially boils down to the oldest wizarding families having the most power,” Daphne explained to Hermione very pleasantly. “Within the Wizengamot, it boils down to The Most Ancient and Noble Houses first, then Ancient and Noble Houses are next, followed by the Ancient Houses, then finally Noble Houses. Although they may be on the Wizengamot but also could be elevated then there are the Elder Houses and Minor Houses.”

“How much power does each House have?” Hermione asked.

“It depends on how many seats each House controls on the Wizengamot,” Daphne answered. “The more seats each House has, the more voting power they have. I’m not entirely sure, but both House Potter and House Longbottom have 25 seats for the each of them, although I think I heard my father say the Black House has 30, being that they had more influence over the years.”

“What about those who aren’t a part of any House?” Hermione asked as they reached the Great Hall. “You know, the Minister of Magic, and the officials within the Ministry.”

“Only direct heads of major departments along with under-secretaries have voting power, but they only use it during judicial proceedings.” Daphne replied. “Other than the Chief Warlock, the Minister keeps the order within the Wizengamot, making sure that the lords follow the guidelines within them.”

Everyone took a seat at the Gryffindor table, to which Ron had already been sitting there eating, and as soon as the red-haired boy saw three Slytherins sit next to Harry, Hermione, and Neville, he nearly spit out his food.

“What are they doing here?” Ron glared at Daphne, Tracey, and Blaise. “They're Slytherins, Harry. They should eat with their own kind!”

“What kind are you referring to, Ronald?” Hermione spoke before Harry had a chance to. “We’re all witches and wizards here, just because we’re separated by different houses doesn’t mean we have to be mean to each other.”

Ron was shocked at Hermione to say the least at hearing her defend the Slytherin trio, but angrily retorted, “Every dark witch and wizard that has ever lived was housed in Slytherin. Especially You-Know-Who, I might add.”

“Your point being, Ron?” Harry looked at him with annoyance. “Just because there have been bad apples within the lot doesn’t mean that every Slytherin is evil. Besides, Heir Greengrass and I have a marriage contract to one another, so I would appreciate it if you would just shut up.”

“You and her?” Ron glared at Harry and Daphne, his face turning a deeper shade of red. “What about Ginny? You’re supposed to marry her, not that Snake House whore!”

Harry got up from his seat and with only a foot or so separating the two, closed the distance in an instant and grabbed Ron by his collar and threw him to the floor. With the force of the impact, Ron spit out the food that was in his mouth, which made the whole room laugh at the red-haired boy. Harry, however, glared at him and without anyone else feeling it, Harry caused the whole room to shake. Ron looked terrified at Harry and asked, “What did I do?”

“You insulted Harry’s fiance,” Hermione glared at Ron with the same hatred in her eyes that Harry had. She took a place to Harry’s right and looked at the confused look on Ron’s face. Harry was somewhat surprised with this as well, but his anger was overriding it was he clenched his fists preparing to punch Ron in his face if he got up. “I may not understand how things work with these marriage contracts, but I know that a proper gentleman doesn’t insult a lady.”

“But...but she’s a Slytherin, Hermione!” Ron looked frightened. “Besides that, Harry already has a marriage contract with my sister. He can’t marry two witches.”

“Actually, he can,” Neville smirked at Ron while still sitting at the table and eating a sandwich. “Many Lords and Ladies of Ancient and Noble Houses can have more than one spouse. It’s done to ensure that each House has a suitable heir for the next generation. Gran explained this to me before school began.”

“That means I can marry both your sister and Daphne if I want to, Weasley,” Harry said with anger still in his voice. “That doesn’t mean that it will happen right away, even though I’m engaged to both of them. It will be still several years before I commit to marriage with anybody. I’m still a kid and I’m not ready for anything like that.”

Hermione looked at Harry for a moment, and with a weird smile on her face, thought to herself ‘So, you’re having sex with Professor McGonagall and Tonks with your mother watching, but you’re not ready to marry anybody? I wonder what would happen if you got them pregnant, what would you do then?’

“I...I won’t apologize,” Ron trembled, but angrily said. “She and her friends are Slytherins, and I won’t be seen with anybody from a Dark House.”

“Fine with us then,” Harry stepped back, but his glare kept Ron in place on the ground. “Go sit somewhere else, Weasley. I won’t stand for absurd stupidity. I’ve dealt with that all of my life.”

At that, Harry resumed his seat and Hermione sat back down next to him. Harry was still angry, and a silence was still present as Ron stayed where he was while everyone silently went back to eating. After a while, talking resumed among the students in the Great Hall and Ron had finally got off his ass and went to the far side of the table. As Ron sat down, he saw a very large crack along the middle of the Gryffindor table, and saw that other students sitting at the table were seeing it too. One of them, a blonde-haired first-year boy grabbed his very large camera and taking a picture of it and Harry as well. The boy ran up to Harry and surprised Harry by having a bright flash hit his face as the boy cheerfully took another picture and then grabbed Harry’s hand and eagerly shook it.

“Hi, I’m Colin Creevey, and I’m in Gryffindor too,” The boy said very loudly, which caused Harry to groan. “Sorry, I know that someone as famous as you are must have fans wanting to maul you or something, but I just had to have your picture. My dad will go bonkers when I write to him and tell him that I’m in the same House as Harry Potter.”

Neville chuckled at hearing this as the boy named Creevey left the room with his large camera in tow. Harry looked at his godbrother and said, “Not funny, Nev. Five galleons on that boy coming back and begging me to autograph it for him.”

“No bet, Harry,” Neville laughed a little louder. After everyone resumed their conversations, Harry had informed everyone there around him that McGonagall had agreed to teach Animagus lessons to Harry, and he asked them if they were interested in joining him. Both Neville and Hermione said yes automatically, and Padma and Parvati followed, thanking their master for considering them. Padma had joined the group shortly after they entered the Great Hall, but had stayed silent during the entire confrontation between Harry and Ron. Luna was there too, but since she was a first-year, Harry didn’t ask her as he didn’t think it would be a good idea yet to have her take on something that could be dangerous for all of them. However, when it came to Daphne, Tracey, and Blaise, they all respectively declined as they wanted to wait to get more mastery in Transfiguration before they attempted it.

Before lunch ended, Daphne arrainged a suitable time for Harry and Neville to have lessons in etiquette, to which Hermione asked if she could learn as well. Daphne also informed Harry and Neville that their contracts; Harry’s and Daphne’s, and Neville’s and Astoria’s, would be mailed to them by the end of the week. Harry and Neville thanked her for informing them of this and as they left the Great Hall, they bidded each other farewell and headed to their next class.

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Later that night-Gryffindor Common Room

Ginny Weasley was trying to focus on her schoolwork but her eyes kept turning to the black book she had been writing in since she first found it in her cauldron on that day in Diagon Alley. At first, she thought it was someone being nice to her as she never had a diary before, but as the month wore on, she felt a strange sort of pull to write into it. She didn’t feel this to be odd though as she always wanted a diary, however, she did find out that this diary had belonged to a boy named Tom Marvolo Riddle. Ginny had wanted originally to try to locate this boy at Hogwarts as she believed that the boy would be attending school here. But as she wrote into the blank diary, she felt like she shouldn’t bother trying to find this boy.

With a frustrated sigh, Ginny closed up her textbooks and opened up the black book again. Dabbing her quill into her bottle of ink, she began writing into it again. However, before she wrote anything, words began to appear on the blank page.

Hello, Ginny Weasley. I am Tom Riddle.

Ginny stared wide-eyed at the words until they disappeared off the page. She continued staring until she wrote back, Hello Tom Riddle. Might I ask who you are.

I am a memory locked inside this diary for over fifty years. I’m sorry that I couldn’t talk to you before, I’ve had to absorb the ink you’ve used in the last month.

Ginny was slightly bewildered, and looked around the common room to see if anyone was paying attention to what was happening. Seeing that most of the Gryffindors in the room were paying attention to their own dealings, Ginny went back to writing into the diary, saying So, you know everything I wrote? I’m slightly embarrassed.

Don’t be, Ginny. I’m your diary now, so think of me as someone who will keep your secrets away from the people who would want to seek them out. People like your brothers, Ron especially.

Ginny gasped silently as she read the words that was appearing on the page. However, as those words disappeared, more words appeared.

I want to help you, Ginny. As I was a former student here, I know a place where you can obtain great magic. Magic that will help you obtain your deepest desires.

Ginny looked around the common room again before dabbing her quill into the ink bottle again. What is this place? She asked the diary.

It’s called the Chamber of Secrets.

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Same Time-Harry’s Suitcase

“What have you been doing, Harry Potter?” Hermione asked as she sat on a couch inside Harry’s suitcase home. Harry stood in front of another couch where Padma, Parvati, Luna, and Tonks were sitting as everyone looked at Hermione wondering what she was going to do. “How many witches have you had sex with so far?”

Harry knew at this point that there was no lying to Hermione about this, but it was still hard for him to tell her everything. “Well, it kind of started with Professor McGonagall, as I think you already know,” Harry slowly told her. “Then Madam Hooch, and Madam Pomfrey was after that. All of this was small things at first, as it began last year within the first week. It progressed on Halloween after I killed the troll and Pomfrey mentioned that I had succumbed to bloodlust. However, nothing got farther than blowjobs and oral sex until Christmas, when…”

“You visited the Patil home and took advantage of having Padma, Parvati, and their mother as your slaves,” Hermione said with a huff, her arms crossed but listening calmly to what Harry was telling her.

“Yes, Hermione, I did have sex with them,” Harry admitted, knowing that Hermione could very well inform Dumbledore or somebody that would take the Patils away from him. “Now, I know that I shouldn’t have, but under goblin laws, what I do with them is no one else’s business.”

Hermione glanced over to Lily, who was standing over by the fireplace listening. “Mrs. Potter, I take it you’ve been involved as well?” Hermione asked her. “I saw you naked in Professor McGonagall’s room.”

“Yes, Hermione. Harry’s allure has affected me as well, even though I can’t understand how,” Lily answered. “I’m sure you understand that because of his allure and his bloodlust, Harry has a sex drive that no one witch can honestly match, though that doesn’t stop certain people from trying.”

Lily smirked at Tonks for a moment, which Hermione noticed as she now figured out why Harry had overslept the first night here. Hermione now looked over at Padma, Parvati, and Luna and asked them, “How are you okay with this? Harry may be your master, but you have rights to, don’t you?”

“We gave those rights away the moment we accepted these collars, Hermione,” Parvati said with a smile. “And to tell you the truth, both my sister and I would have tried to shag Master anyway, whether we are his slaves or not.”

“It’s true, Hermione,” Padma added. “We didn’t know about any of this prior to becoming Master’s slaves, but we did have a bet last year before we started classes on which one of us would shag him first.”

Hermione gasped at hearing this, but Luna giggled and said to her, “I know this is hard for you to accept right now, and you may need some time to understand this. However, I already know what you’re going to do with this, so I can tell you that Master hasn’t truly shagged me yet, but I’m hoping he will soon.”

Hermione looked half in shock at hearing all of this, but looked back over at Harry and asked, “Is there anyone else that you haven’t mentioned? Daphne or Ginny perhaps?”

“No, not them,” Harry honestly told her, trying to use his voice in a comforting manner. “There is someone else, but I rather not say who it is yet. Please understand that I didn’t plan on this to happen, but it did.”

Hermione gasped loudly, and thought about who else might have succumbed to Harry’s allure. Running names through her head, she found several that she knew might cause someone Harry knew tremendous pain, and Harry didn’t want to cause that person that.

“Alright Harry, but what do you want me to do? I could tell Professor Dumbledore about all of this, and have you lose the Patils and Luna because of that,” Hermione said to him, not threatening though as she was simply stating a fact. “You could also be expelled from Hogwarts and never be allowed to continue wizarding training.”

Harry remained silent as did the girls behind him, as they all knew that Hermione was going to do what she wanted and Harry had no intention of stopping her. However, Harry noticed a tear dropping from Hermione’s eyes as she was imagining life without Harry being involved in it.

“I won’t tell anyone about this,” Hermione said, standing up from the couch and walked over to Harry. “You need to be careful though, Harry. Professor Dumbledore probably already suspects that you been shagging Professor McGonagall and others. So, I suggest that you find a way to keep your activities inside this suitcase from now on while you are here in Hogwarts. Also, I want a favor from you.”

“What’s the favor?” Harry asked her, relieved that Hermione wasn’t going to spill the beans.

“I want freedom to access the suitcase freely from now on,” Hermione said to him. “That way, I can make sure you get up on time to make our classes, and I might want to spend the night here as well, from time-to-time.” Hermione said with a shy smile.

“Of course, Hermione,” Harry smiled, and reached out to hug her. However, Hermione did something that shocked Harry and left him completely speechless, she kissed him fully on his lips for several seconds before leaving the suitcase with everyone looking at Hermione completely dumbfounded.

“Have a good night, Harry,” Hermione smiled before she exited out the front door. “I’ll see you first thing in the morning.”

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