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Harriline Potter, Mistress of the Nine	By : Kittfox7 Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 90284 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 14
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Harry Potter. I am simply borrowing it all to have myself a bit of perverted fun. I am making no money off of this.

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Harry awoke to the early morning light peeking through the open curtains of the great windows to either side of the veranda door. She blinked briefly at the unfamiliar surroundings, then relaxed, a satisfied grin on her beautiful face. She luxuriated in the sinfully decadent feeling of silk draped about her bare flesh and of the soft body molded to her right side. She looked down at her bedmate, who’s body was touching as much of hers as possible, her arm draped over her and her head resting comfortably on the nearest large, soft breast. She slid her arm about those slim shoulders and pulled her closer, if that was possible, receiving a happy murmur from the girl. She raised her hand a little and whispered the tempus spell; they had slept through the night and it was just after seven. She nudged Hermione again, waking her. Her eyes drifted open and she raised her head, leaving a small spot of drool on the breast she had been using as a pillow. Harry pulled the sheets off, exposing them both to the air.

                “It’s 7 o’clock, we have to get going back to school. I feel as though we won’t get much more time here alone for the next few days, but don’t fear, I’ll find a way for us both to spend the entire summer here, and I’m sure by the time fall rolls around, we’ll have a way for you, and any other slaves I’ve taken, to be full time, permanent residents of Ravenshome.” She gently disengaged from her submissive lover and stood, taking note of the wet spots that had formed where her cock had rested, and under Hermione’s crotch, where it had leaked out of her well used cunt. She went to the door to the en-suite bathroom and stopped, nodding her head for Hermione to follow, which she did, but lost her balance as she stood; she was a little wobbly on her legs. It took her a moment to regain her equilibrium and follow. The bathroom was huge and beautiful, with marble and brass being the dominant materials. She led the way to the centre of the room where a wash stool waited and sat. Hermione’s eyes were locked on her Mistress’ nearly nude form, clad as she was in only her ever present belt and glove, and more than one look was directed at the length of semi-flaccid flesh around which her entire existence had turned the prior night. When she stopped staring at something she would, indeed, have a lifetime to admire and worship, she gasped. It was not common for a building of this age to have a shower, but this one did. Actually, shower didn’t do it justice; there was a moderate sized waterfall falling from the ceiling into the floor where it drained into grates and a couple of knobs nearby controlled the temperature.   “You like the shower huh? According to Freela, Mother herself installed it.”

                “Freela? Your mother?”

                “There is no time to explain presently, I will tell you everything when we are safely back at Hogwarts. For now, the elves have provided us some simple wash supplies.” She gestured to a nearby wooden bucket, filled with basic cream soaps, shampoos, washcloths and more. “Here is what you will do; we have 45 minutes before we have to be at breakfast to head off suspicion, so you will wash yourself thoroughly then…”she paused for a moment to smile. “You will apply soap to my body without touching me with your hands.” Hermione blushed, but smiled to match as she realized what exactly this would entail. “Once we are washed, we will dress and return to Hogwarts to prepare for our exams.” Hermione was barely listening to the end as she was already washing herself, lathering her lithe body frantically. She stepped under the deluge and was elated to find the water was magically warmed. She rinsed off and stepped out, retaking the bottle of body wash, her empty hand holding her breasts like a push-up bra to allow the other to pour a large dollop onto them. She rubbed them together to work up a lather and smiled mischievously.

                “Where would you like me to begin, Mistress?”

                “Hmm…start with my back, then move on, you have to get all of me.” Harry moved long hair so it draped over her shoulders and Hermione did as requested, moving forward and beginning to rub her breasts lewdly against the smooth, unmarked expanse of pale flesh of Harry’s back. From this angle, she could just see the outer swells of the tall woman’s large breasts around her torso and she fought the urge to grope them. Harry fought a shiver as her slave’s hard nipples raked across her back like two fingernails. This continued as Hermione soaped up Harry using her breasts, she particularly enjoyed washing her chest as it meant climbing into her lap and rubbing her chest against the considerably larger one. Finally, the time came to wash her down there. She relathered her tits and went to her knees, entrapping the now hard shaft between her soft mounds. She grabbed a fleshy orb in either hand and began working them up and down the length, slicking it with suds. Harry, for her part, just sat back and enjoyed receiving a combination wash and titwank. Hermione was very…thorough at this part and Harry did not bother to put up much resistance to hold off her eruption, and erupt she did, though Hermione had the presence of mind to get her mouth around the tip, swallowing frantically. She actually managed to get all of it to fire down her gullet this time and she swallowed it all with no small amount of personal pride. This done, they both rose and stood under the water, rinsing off the soap.

                As they stepped out of the washroom, Harry conjured a hairbrush while Hermione scurried about, gathering their clothes. They dressed in companionable silence and Harry redid all of her personal beauty charms and rituals, making herself look as perfect as ever before resecuring her illusion of maleness, something she was beginning to grow quite tired of. They walked to the entrance hall and went through the fire to the teacher’s lounge, where the three professors waited to greet them with knowing smiles at their all night absence and Hermione’s barely noticeable bowleggedness. Harry performed a quick tempus charm, then draped a long arm over Hermione’s shoulders and presented her to the spectres.

                “Hermione Granger, meet Uncle Sal, my other mother Ren, and my other other mother Helga. You might know them better as Salazar Slytherin, Rowena Ravenclaw and Helga Hufflepuff.” Were it physically possible, Hermione’s jaw would have hit the ground. “Rowena and Helga adopted me yesterday, I am now the Lady Ravenclaw and, in six months, barring the appearance of a direct blood descendant, Lady Hufflepuff. The manor where we spent the night is Ravenshome, ancestral home of the Ravenclaw family, and my new house. That’s why I was gone yesterday, I was talking to my account manager at Gringott’s and figuring out exactly what I’ve inherited as Lady Ravenclaw. The answer is, apparently, quite a lot. I’m now quite wealthy and connected.” Hermione remained in a stunned silence throughout this small monologue. Harry waved her gloved hand in front of her face. “Hm, I think I broke her.” She snapped her fingers and the girl started back into motion.

                “You were adopted by two of the Hogwarts Four? You’re Lady Ravenclaw? I…I…” she took a few deep breaths then bowed deeply to the ancient professors. “It is an incredible honor and privilege to make your acquaintance Lord Slytherin, Lady Ravenclaw, Lady Hufflepuff.” The trio laughed good-naturedly at her antics. Rowena spoke.

                “Please dear, I’m not Lady any more, nor is Salazar a Lord, those titles were passed on to our heirs. We’re just professors.”

                “I’m still a Lady.”

                “Yes Helga, you are. As I was saying, I’m your owner’s mother, so call me Rowena. I’m sure the others would say the same.” They nodded. “Besides, there are two Professor Ravenclaws in this room.

                “Two? But…” her eyes widen and she stares at Harry. “You?...”

                “Professor Harriline Potter, Non-Magical Acclimation.” Hermione just shook her head, trying to intake everything. “Come, we have to get to breakfast. You go first, so you’ll arrive a few minutes before I do. Tell anyone who asks that you fell asleep in that dark corner of the library that Madame Pince never checks, it’s happened before.” Hermione nodded and left. Harry spent the next few minutes skimming the books on the shelves, but was assured by Rowena that every book there was in vault 5 and many more. She would have to see about getting the contents of that vault put back into the manor. She left and arrived at breakfast nonchalantly, though noticed Luna was looking directly at her the instant she entered, almost as though she knew where to look and was waiting for her. The gaze was piercing, but the piece of buttered toast with marinara sauce she was pointedly munching on spoiled the intensity somewhat. Harry looked past Luna to Gryffindor table and her heckles raised; Ron was out of the hospital, apparently having made a complete recovery, and was fairly obviously making a pass at Hermione. Three days earlier, Harry hadn’t cared all that much about the rumors of the two hooking up, aside from his own occasional fantasies about the bookworm. As it was, Ron was now touching HER property, and she was NOT happy. For her part, Hermione seemed uncomfortable with the overt advances. Harry calmed herself down before sliding over, being sure to adopt the somewhat awkward stride of her old male form.

                “So, ‘Mione, as I was saying, if we’re fighting a war, we never know when something bad is gonna happen. We should live in the moment, act on our feelings and all that. What I’m saying is; you wanna go to the Three Broomsticks some time, take a walk, maybe find a broom closet somewhere? I mean, you’re probably staying at the Burrow again this summer, so we’d have plenty of time to explore our…uh…relationship.”

                It was at this moment that Harry arrived at the bench beside them. She forced herself to act friendly. “Ron! You’re better! Good to see you, mate. This is the worst time of the year to be laid up, the professors have been going homework crazy.” Hermione caught on.

                “Yes, Ronald, you should go talk to the professors and get caught up, exams start tomorrow and you need to be prepared. As much as I’d…love to continue this conversation, your education is more important.”

                It was a dejected looking Weasley that walked away from the table, muttering something that sounded vaguely like ‘Says you’. Harry piled her plate with food and spoke without looking directly at her co-conspirator. “Good girl. You helped me get him away and didn’t give him any ideas. You’re mine, and don’t forget it.”

                “I know, Harry, thanks for helping me out.” They ate quickly and prepared for class.

                It was after classes that something of note occurred. Harry was walking toward the Great Hall from Charms when she was ambushed by Luna. The hall they were in was a little out of the way and no one was within ear shot. Luna darted over to Harry and matched her pace, walking alongside. Harry thought little off this, Luna was odd, and this was probably just her way of getting some company for the walk. That thought ended shortly.

                “Harry, I’d like you to collar me. I want to be your slave.” Harry paused, shocked by both the request and the bluntness.

                “How…How do you know? And why do you want to be collared?”

                “I have my ways. As for why; I’ve always had a submissive streak, I’d be happiest with a firm guiding hand, and who isn’t attracted to power. I want to help you do what you have to do, from defeating Voldemort for good to shaking up the foundations of the wizarding world. That I can share your bed along with X number of others is just a nice bonus.”

                Harry had always had an intention of bringing Luna into the fold since her success with Hermione, but hadn’t expected the subject to be broached this early, this frankly and especially not by Luna herself. “Alright. You have to understand that this will be a lifelong bond; you will be my slave until either you die, or I do. You won’t be able to disobey me and I’m a little…demanding.”

                “Wonderful! Can we do it tonight?”

                “Hm, we’d need a secure location.”

                “I have just the place!” Luna’s small, pale hand wrapped around Harry’s wrist and she dashed away, dragging Harry, who kept up easily with her much longer legs, even if they looked short. They stopped when they were at the far end of the north wing, at a picture of two students in uniforms from the turn of the century. The painted pupils stared at the flesh ones for a moment. Luna cleared her throat and gave the password. “Naughtiness is its own reward.” The residents of the frame grinned and it slid up, revealing a plain wooden door. “Harry, welcome to…The Broom Closet.”

                “There’s a password guarded broom closet.”

                “Bup, bup, bup! Not A broom closet; THE Broom Closet. It used to be A broom closet until about a hundred years ago, when some enterprising student converted it.” She pushed open the door to reveal the floor to be a sunken pit lined with padding, mood lighting hanging from the ceiling and a couple of shelves held a sparse collection of knick knacks of sexual nature. “The Broom Closet.”

                Harry quirked an eyebrow, the entire room was a bed intended for sexual encounters. She stepped inside with the blonde and pulled the door shut behind them. Luna turned and faced her, nearly bouncing with excitement. “So this is where you want me to collar you?”

                “Uh huh! Uh huh! But before you become my Mistress, I’d like for you to do me once so I can say I lost my virginity before I lost my freedom.” She grinned cheekily and mimed pulling something out of her pocket. She held the imaginary object out and Harry, playing along, held out her own hand, palm up, to accept it. Luna released her grip.

                “Okay…so what did you just give me.”

                “Those were the keys for the back door to Luna Land.”

                “Ah…wait, back door.” Luna’s response was to whirl around, bend at the waist and smack herself lightly on the ass.

                “I’d like you to stick it in my pooper. It’s where I masturbate, so I’m prepared.” Harry’s grin was glow in the dark as she turned Luna back around and dropped her illusion, revealing her true form. It was Luna’s turn to be surprised, she knew her soon to be owner was under an illusion, but was unaware of her true nature. Harry reached down and pulled the slender girl into a kiss, proving that her ability to make Hermione melt with a lip lock wasn’t just because of the collar; she was also just a fantastic kisser. Harry released Luna’s lips and let her down off her tip toes, looking deeply into her dazed silver eyes.

                “Now…I’d say we’re both wearing entirely too much clothing, wouldn’t you agree?” Luna gave a non-verbal response in the form of stripping down to her underwear in seconds. Harry stripped at a more sedate pace, but arrived at the same condition, as usual save for the belt and glove. Luna stood, relaxed, in the middle of the bed. Where Hermione was a perfectly average, if attractive, girl, Luna was a waif; short, very thin without being bony, with small breasts and ass and large eyes. Her somewhat-less-than-a-handful breasts were capped with large nipples, like pretty pink raspberries jutting forward from her chest. Her only garment was a pair of grey panties which, when she turned, were revealed to bear a picture of Luna herself on the butt, from the shoulders up miming holding something to her mouth and pushing out her cheek with her tongue to make it appear as though she were sucking an invisible cock. She bent to remove the cute panties and, as she was facing away from Harry, gave her a fantastic look at her twin holes. Still bent over, she pulled her wand from behind her ear, stuck the tip up her bunghole and whispered a couple of spells.

                “Absentia Sordes. Praelinum.” The spells vanished any mess left in her rear passage and lubricated it to boot. While Luna was preparing her ass, Harry was busy removing her own panties and performing a magicless engorgement charm. With both partners ready, Luna knelt between Harry’s legs, reaching out with her dainty hand and wrapping it around the turgid shaft. She had handled her dildo many times, but that was nothing like this; this was longer, thicker, warmer and pulsed slightly with every beat of Harry’s heart. Still holding it, she moved, bringing her legs around so she was squatting over top, the point aimed directly at her asshole. She slowly lowered herself, her breath catching in her throat a little at what she was about to do. After a seeming eternity, she felt the blunt head make light contact with her pucker. She pressed down insistently, her sphincter resisting as always until, with a tiny ‘pop’ the head slipped past her anus’ defenses. She cooed in pleasure as she felt her first living cock up her ass but barely paused before continuing downward, pushing toward the inescapable moment when ass would meet thighs and the mighty sword would be hilted in her tight sheath.

                Harry marveled at Luna’s ability to take her shaft, especially given the fact that it was going into an orifice meant to be an exit rather than an entrance. About halfway down, Luna had to shift from squatting to kneeling. The sensations travelling up Harry’s dick were marvelous; Luna’s ass was tight and hot in a way that Hermione’s pussy hadn’t been; they were both wonderful, but each in their own way. After an agonizingly slow entrance, Luna had only an inch remaining and simply let herself fall, completely enveloping the rigid member in the cozy, gripping heat of her ass. This action caused the sodomy receiver to cry out in pleasure and just a hint of pain, and for the sodomy giver to grunt and fight back the urge to both scream in her own pleasure and begin ravaging the tight hole with all her strength. That could wait a little bit. Luna moved her legs, wrapping them around Harry’s torso as she sat in her lap, letting them both adjust to the sensations they were experiencing. Harry knew she would be in charge in their relationship for the remainder of their lives, so she let Luna dictate the pace and decide when she was ready. It took a few minutes, but the discomfort Luna had experienced in her bold move faded and she just felt wonderfully full. She raised herself up a few inches, feeling the mighty shaft stirring up her insides and getting about half off it before plunging back down, drawing a moan from them both. She did this again, rising up then falling. This soon became a rhythm; up, down, moan, up, down, moan. It was only a couple of minutes before she was bouncing happily on the large prick, buttfucking herself and bringing great pleasure to them both. Harry’s hands came up, one wrapping around Luna’s midriff and pulling her in for a kiss while the other palmed her small tits, pinching the nipples and kneading the flesh. Their merged lips and dancing tongues muffled their moans as their motions became more frenzied, more erratic. Harry was feeling no desire to hold back her orgasm now and they were both rapidly approaching the precipice. Without warning, Luna’s orgasm struck her, causing her rectal muscles to clench around the intruder, milking Harry of her seed. Harry fired jets of thick virile seed deep into Luna’s rectum, spurt after spurt of the stuff filled her ass, until it was over and Luna climbed slowly off, a trail of semen leaking from her ass and down her leg, to kneel in front of Harry. Harry knew what was expected and went to her clothes, reaching into her hidden pocket of her dress and pulling out the collars of Will and Charisma before finding the one she wanted. She stood before Luna, the collar of Perception in her hands.

                “Luna Lovegood; with this collar I make you mine. You are to be my slave, my property so long as we both draw breath. Your magic, your body, your heart, your mind and your soul all belong to me forever.” Here she reached forward, slipping the collar around her slender neck and closing the latch with a soft click. She stepped back and watched as light grey mist began to seep out from between the collar and the flesh of Luna’s throat. It soon covered Luna’s entire body and continually roiled and shifted. After a minute or so, a bright, multicoloured glow formed where her chest would be before shooting out and entering Harry’s belt, then flowing into the rest of her. An ethereal, smoke coloured chain connected belt to collar before fading from view. Finally, Luna’s eyes, already a piercing steel grey, began to glow with silver light, which formed into a halo around her head at eye level before rushing off into Harry’s head. Harry blinked several times as she received Luna’s Perception. She immediately knew she’d made the right choice on which collar to give the space cadet as she found out why Luna seemed to see the world differently than most; she could now see magic. All around her was the soft, muted glow of the magic of Hogwarts itself, she could see the grey energy of the collar around Luna’s throat and she could see the chains. There was a grey one connecting her belt to Luna’s collar and a violet one leading out the door, undoubtedly ending at Hermione’s collar. That was how Luna had known about the collars. She raised her hand and grasped where the grey chain appeared to be and pulled lightly, prompting Luna to move a little closer. She turned her gaze to Luna, who had a wide smile plastered on her face. “You know, slave, I like your smile, but I think there’s something better you could be doing with your mouth.” She flopped down, leaning back against the pillows and cocking her finger, indicating for Luna to come over. The blonde immediately obeyed, kneeling docilely between her legs, nuzzling her already half hard cock with a soft cheek, prompting a full erection again. She took it again in her tiny hand and pumped it up and down a couple of times experimentally, testing its weight, hardness and size before leaning forward and testing its flavor and texture. Her surprisingly long tongue came out, wrapping around the head before her lips followed. She wasted no time and immediately began heading for the base, but was unable to get more than a few inches down before it hit the back of her throat, causing her to gag. She bobbed up and down a few times before pulling off, leaving a trail of spittle connecting cockhead and lips. She quickly and thoroughly licked the entire thing clean before she felt a hand on her head, keeping her from moving. “Luna, last night, I fucked Hermione and I tested myself to see how long I could hold off my orgasm. Right now I want to do the opposite; I want to test to see how many orgasms I can have in a row.” She grinned. “And the only tool I need for my testing is that wonderful little rump of yours.”

                Luna nearly squealed with glee and whirled about on all fours, presenting her still cum dribbling anus for round two. “As Mistress commands, my ass will obey.” She waited there on all fours while Harry casually got on her knees behind her, lining up her shot, rubbing her cock against the girl’s anus before thrusting forward sharply, burying the first few inches. With the orifice already opened and lubricated, there wasn’t much resistance as Harry plowed the way into Luna’s guts. With the waiting hole prepared, Harry was able to give her more of her muscle power into each thrust and the position meant she could go just a little deeper. A sweet harmony of moaning from Luna, light grunts from Harry and flesh on flesh filled the air, joined with the heady, alluring aroma of sex. Harry drilled Luna like her bowels held the cure to lycanthropy and it was the full moon. When she again came, Luna’s butthole once more clamped down on Harry’s prick, pulling another orgasm from her. Thus ended round two, but round two was to be far from the last. Over the next couple off hours, Harry took Luna’s ass from every conceivable position; all fours, reverse cowgirl, against the wall, behind standing, bent over and, when the younger woman’s limbs could no longer support her, ass in the air. Harry came a dozen times; some inside her ass, some across her back and cheeks, but she did eventually stop.

                Luna looked wearily back over her shoulder, sweating and panting. “So…Mistress has…found her limit?” Harry sat against the pillows and pulled Luna into a loose embrace. Luna accepted happily, resting her head against the pillowy breast as Hermione had hours earlier.

                “Not quite; I think I’ve got another one or two in me, but I’m afraid if I keep going you might pass out, so we’ll call it a day.” Luna’s expression was unreadable. Harry took the quiet moment to summon Luna’s underwear from where they’d been discarded. She held the cotton fabric in her gloved hand and pushed magic into it, converting it into apair of lacy, see through boy-cut panties. She smiled. “My slaves will have a colour coordinated uniform. I’ll make up a few varieties of underwear, and you’ll all wear the same type, in your colour…” Harry drooled slightly at the image of 9 girls all wearing the same design of sexy underwear, all matching the colour of their collars. Of course her mental image was aided by the fact that, in her mind’s eye, they were wearing nothing but said underwear. She smiled and sat back. “We’ll give you some time to get control of your legs again, then go.” Luna blushed.

                “Yes Mistress.”

                “We’re going to be too busy with finals for the next few days to meet again, but I promise, over the summer, you and Hermione will be coming to stay with me.” They just lay there, cuddled close, until Luna was able to move properly again. She redressed, under the appreciative eye of her owner, then left, distinctly bowlegged and wobbly on her feet, though it was late and, with a little luck, she could make Ravenclaw tower before anyone really saw her. Harry redressed sedately and redid her illusion before leaving to the boggling eyes of the students I the painting; they’d never heard someone go so hard for so long.

                As Harry’d said, the next week was busy as the school had finals, and Harry’s year had their Ordinary Wizarding Levels. The tests were easy for Harry, due to Hermione’s intellect being added to her own. They were easy for Hermione too, once Harry got her to calm down a bit. Harry made certain to get a couple less than perfect, so as not to outdo Hermione and arouse suspicion. Both ended up among the top 5 in their year in all subjects they took. Ron scraped by with enough Acceptables to continue attending. Finally, it was the last morning of the semester, and students were outside the main gate, awaiting the thestral drawn carriages to bring them down to Hogsmeade and the Hogwarts express. Harry, Hermione and Luna piled into one, though were sadly accompanied by Ron, and it would have been suspicious to kick out the third member of the golden trio. The carriage ride took little time and they were soon aboard the express. The four once again took a car together for the multi-hour ride back to London. Harry had a window seat and it was a small torture to have both her slaves in one place and not be able to touch them without arousing suspicion. Luna, ever the thoughtful one, had sat across from Harry and gave her Mistress something to think about by subtly opening her legs, showing off the light grey mini-bikini style panties Harry had provided. Harry wanted nothing more than to boot the ginger git out and ravish her beautiful slaves until the forgot their own names.

                The express pulled in to King’s Cross around dinner time and everyone collected their luggage. Harry balanced her trunk on her trolley with her left hand and grabbed the mana-leashes with her right and pulling lightly, which she’d found gave them a compulsion to come closer to her. “In the next week, I will find an egress from Privet Drive to Ravenshome. After that, I will come for both of you. Make no plans until I do.” They both nodded and headed for their waiting parents. Harry found her escort; Mad-Eye Moody and Remus Lupin.

                “Good evening, cub.” Moody’s greeting was a gruff nod.

                “Remus. Mad-Eye. I guess you’re bringing me back to the Dursleys?”

                “Yes, Harry, at least for a while. I’m trying to get Dumbledore to let you go to Sir…to headquarters for the latter half of the summer.” The grizzled lycanthrope brushed a tear away from his eye. Harry understood his thoughts; she’d only known Sirius for a couple of years and her emotions had kicked her ass for days after his death, Remus had been Sirius’ best friend since they were children.

                “Remus…if you ever need to talk, you know where to find me.” The man shook his head.

                “Don’t worry about me, cub, I’ll be fine. Let’s get you…uh…home.” They took a muggle car, dropping him off out front and leaving. Harry was quickly up in the second bedroom, a downright hovel next to her palatial accommodations at Ravenshome. She sat in quiet thought, staring out the window. Her enhanced perception caught the tell-tale visual fuzziness of an illusion in number 5’s bushes, obviously her guard for the night under an invisibility cloak. She sat and thought for a while until she realized something, and looked down at her gloved hand. She waved her hand, placing a privacy spell around her room, then conjuring a small auditory sensor, covering it in a disillusionment charm and hovering it near the bushes.

                “Stupid bushes. He’s already under blood wards, what other protection does he need? And what if You-Know-Who shows up, what then, am I supposed to hope that he has to take enough time stepping over my corpse for reinforcements to arrive?”

                “Harry grinned and opened her trunk, digging the silvery cloak from the bottom and slipping it on. The powerful magic of the cloak almost shorted out her glamer, but she managed to hold on to it as she slipped out through the back door and crept around to the front. She stood silent and invisible beside the quietly grumbling, also invisible person, reaching out with her left hand toward the cloak covering the other while her right gripped her own, then looking around to ensure no one was watching before whipping them both off to reveal an amused Harry Potter and a surprised woman with deep blue hair.

                “Wotcher Tonks.”
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