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Chapter Three – Facing the Beast

It was a month later that Lucius had given the class discussing the counter curses to the first two Unforgivables, as nothing existed for the killing curse save sacrificial love. Arrigo smirked as Lucius became more and more flustered during his speech as the mentioning of each curse caused a different reaction to his plug specifically. As soon as class was over, he scowled and demanded, “Mr. Figulus, I need to see you after class.”

Arrigo nodded and followed him up the stairs to his office before shutting and warding the door. He pushed the man up against the stone wall and banished his clothes before biting his neck, “Have you been a good little slave? You have been sleeping in my dorm with me without getting caught over the past month. Do you think you deserve release?”

“Please master, I really need to feel the release. You haven’t let me come for the past week, which has caused the worst case of frustration I’ve ever experienced.”

Arrigo kissed his neck and whispered, “Ah good little slave, but do you remember why I refused you release for the past week?”

The professor whimpered, “I took points from you in class because of your cheek.”

“No you forgot your place. You must never punish me for I am responsible for your punishments. Ignore my cheek in class or I’ll be forced to punish you even more severely. Now face the wall for I have much buildup I need to relieve.” He growled before grinding Lucius’s overly erect penis into the cold stone wall. He banished his own clothes and pushed in as soon as the plug was temporarily shrunken. He slammed in with great force and was quickly sheathed bullocks deep. He pulled out and slammed back in with the same force, “I’m going to shag you so hard that you won’t walk properly for at least the rest of the day. I also forbid you from my dorm room tonight, so you must sleep alone in your bed.”

“I’ve grown so used to your warmth, I don’t know if I can sleep without you master.”

He pulled the blonde back by his silky tresses, so he could stare at his face. Lucius’ back was fully arched as his pelvis was pressed against the stone wall with Arrigo’s full force pinning him. The dark haired wizard pulled the other into and upside down kiss. He let go of the hair and pushed the other man completely against the wall a second time. Lucius’ face was to the side with his cheek pressed into the stone as hard as his bare chest. “You will do as I say. Now brace yourself love,” he warned before thrusting into the man below him fast and hard. It didn’t take long before he released, but he continued thrusting using his own release as lubricant.

After four more orgasms, Arrigo released Lucius’ ring allowing him to spray the wall. “Look at you marking your territory.” He taunted the now slumped and gasping man. He pulled him up by the hair and forced him against the wall pressing the blonde’s nose into the sticky reminder, “Now lick the wall and enjoy it.”

As soon as Arrigo was done humiliating the other, he sat down on the stone floor and pulled the professor into his lap. He noticed the other wizard was shaking with sobs, “What’s the matter Lucius?”

“I’m already impossibly hard again. You’re force against me only turns me on more. Please let me release.”

Arrigo shoved him off his lap and pulled him by the hair to the wall. “You actually are turned on by humiliation? No wonder why you followed that megalomaniac. You’re sick you know that? I should just clasp that ring back on and make you suffer more. Do you really think you’ve been good enough to deserve a second release?”

“Please master, I feel the burning in my arse at the moment and know that walking will be quite sore.”

His green eyes gleamed as a cruel smile spread across his usual handsome features, “If your sore Lucius, I surely can’t ride you anymore. Though next time I’ll ride you like a horse and made sure to include a riding crop to get your attention.” He nonverbally cast the stretching and lubrication spells before straddling his slave and plunging down on his manhood. It was the first time that he had the other man in him and he was bouncing in no time, “Don’t forget that after you release, you must clean me out with your tongue. That will probably cause me to harden a second time, which leave you to take me in your mouth. Perhaps we need to take this to a different location, Dobby.”

The house elf appeared before them and Arrigo smiled, “Hello sweet one, please apparate us back to Lucius’s quarters on the bed.”

The elf nodded and held on to each of their legs before popping them onto Lucius’ bed. A quick spell pined Lucius to the bed with black silk ropes. He continued to bounce until he released and squeezed around the man below him causing a chain reaction. As soon as he could breathe again, he climbed off of the other and sat upon the other man’s face, “Lick me clean. I want you to suck out every last drop of your sweet nectar.”

It didn’t take long for Arrigo to recover and soon he got up off the other man’s face and forced himself down his throat. He braced himself against the wall above the headboard with his knees on either side of the blonde’s head. He pulled out and thrust right back down the other man’s throat until he felt the heat pooling in his abdomen. He pulled all the way out and sat on the man’s face as he aimed his release into the others mouth, “Swallow every drop you little slag.”

He looked down and noticed the other man’s rod stirring a third time. He summoned the cock ring and spelled it back on, “Now no more releases for you. Now does your throat burn as much as your arse?” The blonde nodded with tears forming in his eyes. “Good you will stay here for the rest of the night. I’ll have Dobby bring in a bed pan encase you need to relieve yourself. I think you can go without lunch and dinner tonight because you’ve been putting on a few pounds. Then again, I don’t want to be grabbing bones while I continue to use you like the good little whore you are.” He snapped his fingers and soon Dobby stood before them with a tray of fresh fruit. He popped a piece a fruit in the blonde’s mouth and demanded he chew. When it was all eaten he stuck his finger in the mouth, “Now such the juices off each of my fingers.” The younger wizard moaned and soon noticed his ever hardening member, “Look what you did now. I guess I’ll need to use your mouth a second time.”

Arrigo had his cloak wrapped around himself as he walked up the steps to the Headmaster’s office and quickly summoned the sorting hat. As he walked down the halls toward the second floor girls’ lavatory, his mind continued to replay his earlier events. He understood that he placed Lucius under the slave potion to enact his revenge for everything that Lucius or Draco put him through while he was a student at Hogwarts. He enjoyed having power over another person, but part of him shivered wondering if he was taking that too far. Was he losing the part of himself that made him different from Tom Riddle? Did he go back in time only to replace the snake faced bastard as the next Dark Lord? He stopped in midstride, He was going too far. He had too much control over Lucius and he was taking it too far. If only he had found another way to heighten a wizards ability to conceive without the other effects of the slave potion. Would thing be different if Lucius wasn’t under the effects of that potion? Would he willingly surrender to him? Could they have a real relationship based upon love? Did Lucius Malfoy deserve his love?

Upon reaching the bathroom, he quickly warded and locked the door before addressing the ghost, “I’ll be taking care of that yellowed eyed beast that killed you. Please keep watch on the Gryffindor’s. I don’t want any of them trying to follow me.”

She nodded as he hissed at the sink and hissed as second time, which turned the slide into stairs. He walked down the stairs but found a horrible surprise when Pettigrew appeared from the shadows with his wand pointed at him, “Ah you’ve decided to come down here for what reason exactly?”

“It wasn’t for a secret rendezvous rat face. If I wanted one of those, I’d return to Professor Malfoy’s chambers and pound him into the mattress. Now what do you think you’re going to do with that wand, a memory charm perhaps?”

The other boy pointed his wand at him, “I’ve got to do something. You somehow know about my true alliances and my friends are growing suspicious of me. How am I supposed to spy on the Order if Dumbledore never lets me join? How can I be of use to the Dark Lord if I cannot offer him information?”

“Hmm so you’re going to cast the charm and make me forget everything. What are you just going to leave me down here to be eaten by the creature Slytherin hid within the chamber?”

The shorter boy smiled, “That’s exactly what I’ll do.” He pointed his wand at the other and screamed, “Obliviate.”

Arrigo quickly erected a shield that reflected the charm right back at Pettigrew, which caused him to fly against the wall and impact with it. The other wizard was slumped against the wall in a similar manner to Lockhart from what Ron had told him. He shook his head and continued on into the Chamber of Secrets. He reached the familiar vaulted room where he’d met the memory from the journal at age twelve. He hissed the proper command to open the chamber and command the huge snake. Before demanding in English, “I will take care of you before the Dark Lord has the opportunity to sick you on the helpless children above.” He heard a tingling sound and soon pulled the sword of Gryffindor from the hat and smiled. Though he chose the Slytherin house, he was still enough of a Gryffindor to pull the founder’s sword.

He dodged the snake by rolling and making sure not to look at it directly. Out of nowhere Fawkes came to his rescue and pecked the eyes out making it blind a second time. It didn’t take too much time before he slammed the sword into the roof of the basilisk, but unfortunately got stuck by one of the fangs. He pulled the sword out and hissed. Fawkes landed on his shoulder and cried healing the wound, “Thanks Fawkes for saving me a second time. Now I have the needed weapon to destroy those horcruxes, and not even the Headmaster knows that I found Gryffindor’s Sword. We need to keep it that way because I don’t need him questioning how the hell I was able to pull it from the hat.”

Fawkes flew back away with the sorting hat and Arrigo walked back to the chamber entrance where he’d left Peter Pettigrew. He levitated the boy behind him as he climbed the stairs of the chamber and quickly closed it before continuing to the hospital wing. Where he quickly explained Pettigrew’s attack and the use of a shielding spell which bounded the spell back at Peter, “Madam Pomfrey, I fear that his attempt to cast the memory charm on me may have strengthened after bouncing off of my shield. It was powerful enough to blast him to the other side of the hallway. I fear that he may not remember much, though I hope he remembers who he is.”

The younger nurse nodded and quickly cast the revival spell, “Hello.”

His blue eyes blinked open, “Where am I? Who are you?” He looked around the room, “Wait, who am I?”

Arrigo’s eyes widened, “I really hope he wasn’t planning on erasing all of my memory, but surely this result wasn’t purely from my shield, was it? I really hope that I’m not to blame for his current state. Do you think he could get his memory back?”

The nurse’s brown eyes watered, “I fear not. The problem with the memory charm is that when it goes wrong the effects are usually permanent. The only person who can reverse a memory charm cast on a person is the person who cast it. Since this spell originated from Mr. Pettigrew’s wand, only he would be able to reverse it, but he doesn’t even how to cast it or what memory he would be returning.”

He nodded, “Well I guess that he’ll have to be moved to St. Mungo’s for long term care. It’s just so sad because he had his whole life ahead of him. You will inform his friends, right? I’m sure they’d want to see him before you transfer him. I should really retire because it’s so close to curfew.”

He left the hospital wing and pulled his cloak back over him before ascending the stairs to the seventh floor hallway with the entrance to the Room of Requirement. He needed to destroy the Horcrux quickly and since the Defense potion was already alternating every year, Voldemort had already cast a jinx on the position meaning he’d already hid the Diadem. He paced the wall near the ghastly wall hanging thinking that he needed to hide something. He walked to the area where he remembered it to be and even though the room looked different from his time, the bust with the wig on it was in the same area. He picked it up and swung the sword and it let out an ear piercing scream as the jewel bled. He replaced it back on the wig and left the sword in a spot where no one would find it. He left the room and approached Gryffindor Tower. He smiled at the fat lady, “Oh I’m so jealous, such a beautiful lady guards the entrance to this tower. We’re stuck with a grizzly statue of a green eyed serpent. Do you think you could do me a favor, m’lady? Could you get Remus Lupin? I need to speak with him.”

She smiled, “I’d be happy to assist such a polite gentleman.”

She shimmied away in her toga and came back and the door swung open. He took in the other teen’s brightening golden eyes and realized that the full moon was quickly approaching, “I came to inform you that your dear friend Peter Pettigrew has suffered from the effects of a rebounded memory charm and is currently in the hospital wing. He doesn’t seem to remember anything, and it seems likely that he’ll be moved to the permanent ward of St. Mungo’s.”

The werewolf crossed his arms, “How exactly did that happen?”

“Well, he cornered me in one of the downstairs corridor. I’m sure he was traveling as a rat and reappeared in his human form with his wand trained on me. He was blabbering about how my comments have made you three to loose trust in him, and how it made it impossible to spy on the Order. He somehow believed that by taking me out; he’d continue to serve his new lord by providing important information. I fear he’s already decided to betray the light and go straight to Voldemort. At this point, I cannot help but wonder if one of you guys had to hide with a secret keeper, somehow things would’ve been manipulated, so that he’d be made that person, so he could betray him. Also, I beg of you when you join the order please don’t take the mission to spy. It’s too dangerous and it will be far too demanding on you. I’d rather keep you safe and as far away from that horrible Greyback. He sought you out, you know because your father offended him. He likes to turn them young so that he can raise them away from wizards and control them.”

Remus let out a feral growl, “I’ll do what’s necessary to fight against that monster and protect my friends.”

“You’re a Gryffindor for a reason Moony, but you’re also clever like a Ravenclaw. Please use that brain of yours and not just the bravery pumping through your veins. I best be getting back now before someone catches me out of bed.”

Arrigo found himself walking in a completely different direction than back to his dorm room. He sighed and whispered the password to his lover’s quarters. He snuck in and pulled off his cloaked and stripped before releasing a sleeping Lucius from his ropes. He banished the bedpan and climbed into the bed. He pulled his still naked lover under the blankets with him and groaned when his body responded to the warmth of that lover. He spooned the blonde from behind and pressed himself into the plug that had yet to shrink. He whispered a trigger word and held back a chuckle when his lover squeaked, “Mmm, I thought I’d change things up and continue with our previous events. I just can’t get enough of you love.” He reached around his lover’s chest and played with the nipple rings which incited a few more moans from his lover, “I’m going to cause you so much soreness love that you’ll be thankful tomorrow’s Saturday. Then again, perhaps not because you’ll be missing from all the meals, as you’ll still be under me.” He held out his hand and summoned a pepper up to give him as much energy as possible.

The other man tried to speak but nothing came out except for a squeak. Arrigo fell to his back and let out a very strong laugh, “Oh well this will be even better because you’ve lost your voice. Is your throat sore?”

The professor nodded and the student pulled him into a kiss. He pressed his tongue into the other man’s mouth and started to explore. He elongated his tongue using human transfiguration and reached the back of his lover’s throat. He pushed passed the gag reflex and used his tongue to sooth the pain. He noticed the blonde started breathing quickly and stared into his eyes. Don’t gag. He mentally commanded and started going through the memories in the other man’s mind while he continued to move his tongue around the other man’s throat.

One of his hands moved down toward his lover’s member and began stroking to distract him as he sought answers in the other man’s mind. He had to keep him distracted enough that the blonde couldn’t use his Occlumency. He maintained eye contact and looked for any information on the Dark Lord and mentally smiled when he discovered that the Journal was already within the protected walls of the Manor. He could easily take out that horcrux. Though his mind faulted when he came across memories of a young Lucius in a bathroom with two older boys that he didn’t recognize, but before he could analyze the scene better Lucius’s Occlumency shields flew up. He shorted his tongue back to a normal length and removed himself from both the other man’s mind as well as mouth. He summoned a thick soothing potion that would repair the damage he’d done to the throat, and poured it down the other man’s throat without warning.

“Now Lucius, I want you to listen to me carefully. I’m going to lie on my back and you’re going to ride me like I did you earlier. If at any point I don’t think you’re doing a good enough job, I get to pull you over my lap and paddle you. Do you agree?”

“Yes master,” he croaked and straddled Harry pushing the plug further in before it disappeared when enough pressure was applied. Harry was in bliss and it didn’t take long before he released into his lover, “Stand Lucius.”

“Master,” he gulped.

“You do realize these things are subjective, right? You’ve spent how long pleasing the Dark Lord before I acquired you? Well you still need to be punished for that transgression Lucius and I rather do love paddling you.” He pulled the blonde down over his lap and summoned a large flat paddle and flexed his wrist to give a nice stinging swat. “How many of these do you think you could take?”

Lucius just moaned, “Oh I like that.”

Arrigo continued to swat alternating cheeks and then hitting one strait against the plug that had reappeared. Every three swats he stopped and rubbed a soothing hand over the behind. He felt his lover’s overly hard member against his own and began to thrust, “Do you want release, Lucius?”

“Please, yes.”

He reached out his hand and summoned the cock ring, which was automatically followed by Lucius’ release. He then forced Lucius to lay flat on the bed stomach down; he positioned his still hard and aching member right against the plug before pressing right in. “Are you still sore love?”

Lucius only answered with a hiss. It just felt so good and Arrigo grew lost in the act and continued after his first release. He didn’t realize how long he’d been moving in and out of the man below him until he managed to notice the light from the windows. He released a final time and pulled the whimpering and shuddering man into his arms, “Shh we can sleep now love. I’ll use the healing cream on you when we wake up. I want to make sure you heal before I have my next marathon with you. Perhaps I should really start sleeping in here with you. I mean we have access to your own bath and you can make as much noise as possible. I really do love the idea of being able to tie you to the bed. I love having control over you. It feels so good to be buried in you and you seem to enjoy being pounded.”

The blonde nodded, “The main issue with being forced to marry Narcissa is that I prefer to be on the receiving end and she doesn’t have the right equipment to fulfill me. I’m so happy that you came to me and I’m so happy that you’re so willing to give me exactly what I need.”

Arrigo pulled his lover to him and kissed his neck, “Yes well you two still have to conceive that son. Don’t worry I will be pounding into you, so you’ll be able to release in her. We can discuss it with her over Winter Break and I’ll probably find a couple of men to satisfy her with the proper precautions before that time. Is there any way to void your bonding after the heir is born?”

When he didn’t get an answer, he looked down at Lucius to notice that the other man had crashed. He rested his head on the pillow and fell asleep.

He woke up later in the afternoon because his lover was squirming, “Lucius are you still sore?”

“I need the loo but when I barely move it just hurts so much,” Lucius whined.

Arrigo pulled his wand and levitated Lucius to the toilet. He supported the man from behind as he released his fluids, while running the bath with proper soothing salts. He helped his love into the bath before taking care of himself. He then climbed into the large tub himself. Approaching the other wizard, he moved his fingers diligently as he worked the knots out of the blonde’s back and shoulders. “I think that you should take it easy for the rest of the day. I’ll apply the cream as soon as you’re done soaking and then I must be seen in the Slytherin common room. Plus tryouts for Quidditch are tonight.”

Arrigo had purchased the fastest broom for the times a couple of weeks earlier using Lucius’ vault and had it delivered straight to Hogwarts. After trying it out, he was disappointed as it was nowhere near as responsive as his Firebolt. He now stood with a few other potential seekers at the tryouts. The seekers were the final to try out and Arrigo mounted his broom with all of the other potentials. He kept his corrected eyes out for the golden colored snitch like everyone else. The person who catches the snitch the best out of three times would be made seeker. If three different people caught it once than those three would go against one another and whoever catches it out of those three would be the new Slytherin Seeker.

He caught a glint of gold to his right and he focused on it for moment before he realized it was what he thought it was and took off in that direction. He had several others just following behind him, however Regulus was hot on his heels. He was busy bumping the broom and trying to throw Arrigo off course. The two of them were going for it in a similar competitive streak that left Arrigo reminiscing about his competition with Draco Malfoy. Arrigo went into a dive following the Snitch and felt Regulus keeping up with him. He got closer and closer to the ground while reaching for it. As soon as it was in his grasp he shot right back up in the air and avoided a crash. He came down and handed it to the captain and prepared for the next round. The next round he barely lost to Regulus and the final round he won the Snitch. In the end he got the main position and Regulus was left with the second string status.

Arrigo shook his hand, “You’re a great flyer and I’m sure you’ve served your team well in the past. I’m excited with my opportunity this year and I’m sure that you’ll be the main Seeker next year. I think the two of us should practice together so that you can improve. I really think that you have the potential to play professional Quidditch. Have you ever considered what you plan on doing after school?”

“No, I have to admit I haven’t given it much thought. Other than making sure I don’t disappoint my parents like my older brother. I must be the perfect one since Sirius messed up so horribly. I’m the only one left to carry on the name since he’s been disowned. Well, only father could disown him but mother burned him off the family tapestry.”

The emerald eyed wizard frowned, “Other than being a Gryffindor and moving in with the Potters, why is he considered a blood traitor? I mean isn’t James’ mother, Dorea Potter nee Black, your mother’s great aunt on her father’s side and your father’s second cousin? I don’t believe she was burned off your family tapestry so surely she hasn’t been classified as a blood traitor. Plus the Potters are a really old family rumored to be one the only descendants of the Peverell you know next to the Gaunt line, but they died out in the 1930s. I mean it’s not like Sirius is a squib or married a muggleborn. Aren’t those the reasons of the others being blasted off that tapestry?”

Regulus’ eyes narrowed, “How do you know so much about my family?”

“Who doesn’t know about the genealogy of the Blacks? Almost every pureblood is related in some way to that family. I mean my maternal grandmother was your maternal great grandfather Cygnus’ sister Belvina. Huh, so I guess that means that not only am I related to you and Sirius, but I’m also related to James Potter, and Professor Malfoy’s wife.”

“Have you ever considered joining the purification movement?”

Arrigo’s eyes widened, “You haven’t gotten the mark already, have you? You’re just still so young.”

Regulus discreetly lifted his left arm sleeve and the skull and snake black tattoo appeared there. “I took it this summer and my parents were so proud.”

“Huh, I understand that the wizard who called himself the Dark Lord is the heir of Slytherin from his mother’s side because she was a Gaunt, but his father was nothing more than a wealthy muggle she trapped using a love potion. Also his mother was something barely better than a squib. He grew up in an orphanage and has absolutely no wealth, but happily went back and murdered his father’s family and got rid of his muggle name Tom Marvolo Riddle, which is an anagram for I am Lord Voldemort. I really hope you had all the facts before you pledged yourself to bow down and kiss the robes of the megalomaniac half-blood who enjoys ordering around purebloods. He doesn’t really support your family’s beliefs, he just wants to rule everyone and live forever.”

His hazel eyes widened, “How do you know so much about him?”

“I’ve got a thing for research and frankly it’s not too difficult to discover when one’s clever enough to put the pieces together. I think you’re a great bloke and I’d hate to see you get in over your head. If you ever consider defecting, please don’t hesitate to contact me. I’ll be there to help you fake your own death and get you away from the purity movement.” He pointed his wand at Regulus and cast the Tongue Tying curse preventing Regulus from speaking about Arrigo’s true feelings about the Dark Lord and his offer to help. “I just made it so you won’t be able to let my offer or my true feelings slip to your master and your fellow followers,” he explained before turning and walking back into the castle.

He rolled his eyes when he bumped into the remaining Maurders, “Did you visit your little rat? I’m really sorry that I made him lose all his memories but he really should’ve learned that shielding spell can reflect a memory charm easily. Of course going off about the Dark Lord and me compromising his position as a spy makes me really not that sorry with regards to the circumstances. He was only with you three for protection anyway. He never really had the loyalty of a Gryffindor like you three have.”

Sirius’ grey eyes narrowed, “What were you doing talking with Regulus?”

“Ah yes well your darling brother decided this summer to join the purity movement. He’s got the mark and everything. Apparently your parents are oh so proud of him. What parent wouldn’t want their son to sell his soul to a power-hungry, sociopathic, half-blood? I know I’m going to be telling my future son to go out there and sign his life away to such a powerful wizard. His connection to Salazar Slytherin should make up for his muggle father and almost squib mother any day. You know in the opinion of those silly blood purity pushers, it probably would. Oh the hypocrisy of the whole thing. We were also discussing how I’m related to two out of three of you. You know the pure-blooded two. We really all have something in common, which is Black Ancestry.”

All three of their mouths dropped open and soon James was the one who spoken, “You said all of that to a marked Death Eater?”

Arrigo shrugged, “Well I cast a tongue tying spell on him, so he won’t be able to go tattle on me to anyone. I also offered to help him out if he should ever find himself over his head. I also questioned why his mother burned Sirius off the family tapestry when he really hasn’t married a muggleborn or muggle, and he definitely isn’t a squib. It’s good to know that you’re not disowned because apparently only your father can do that and for some reason he doesn’t like the idea of removing one of his potential heirs from the family lines. I can understand that thought process, you and Regulus are the only males in the line in your generation. If the two of you die without having a son, then the Blacks will die out in the male line like the Guants and Peverells before you.”

Remus’ golden eyes narrowed, “Wow, you really are a wild card. I can really see why you were sorted into Slytherin.”

“It’s too bad I don’t know why you were sorted into Gryffindor when you lack the courage to stand up to your friends when they’re being utter prats. You know like saying hey guys perhaps you shouldn’t show off Snape’s pants to everyone. Wasn’t he just sitting there reading? He didn’t do anything to warrant retaliation like that other than being friends with the girl you like, James.”

Sirius’ arms crossed, “That happened over a year ago, why won’t you let that lay? He’s just a greasy little git anyway who loves Dark Arts and Potions.”

“Defense is my best subject, that doesn’t make me dark. Oh and hell why not show you all this-” he gathered his happiest memory and pointed out his wand, “Expecto Patronum.” His stag corporal Patronus appeared before the crowd leaving them all gasping with realization that it was a perfect replica of Prongs. He shook his head, “Not to worry Prongs it doesn’t mean I fancy you or anything. We’re related perhaps distantly but that’s still gross.”

A/N: I am horrible at this. I don’t mean to make Harry a Mary Sue, but I do have to admit he’s being a bit of a control freak. Perhaps I haven’t given enough to explain why he’s acting the way that he is and yes he’s blurting stuff out and covering it with horrible excuses. Perhaps the people he’s speaking to aren’t that bright, too trusting, or he just has luck on his side. I have to admit I’m trying to make some changes to what I’ve already written, however I fear it will be a bit before it slows down. Please tell me if I’m still giving Harry too much ultimate power.
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