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Chapter List
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Chapter 5: First Week Away and We Miss You!
The Book had this to say on Black Skeletons: Unlike normal skeletons
they are not deadly damaged by blunt trauma and are like normal skeletons not
susceptible to fire. If it was not for the arduous and vile even for the most
amoral of necromancers, most would like one or more as their own better than
golem enforcers. The downside is remembering to keep them well fed and to cater
to their eccentricities.
Time passed and while the pair made acquaintances there was little that they
really had in common with their housemates besides a desire to know and thus
understand the world around them. Classes had been as they had expected from
what they had heard from the older years. Still there had been some memorable
moments in their time here so far. Their first classes for the most part were
normal well as normal as they could be for Ravenclaws. The three that had stood
out in the duo�s minds was their first potion class, first charms class and
flying. They had in fact had both sent rather large letters to Alice and Anne.
They were aware that the two would get in trouble without them there although
it was Harry that they would actually listen to. Night was unnatural in the
speed he could travel at and it was simpler than waiting on an Owl as their
companions were connected enough to know when they needed them.
Harry was rather wary of the others familiars do to how most animals could
feel the death that lingered about them. He knew that they would most likely
deal with hostility from any �light� magical creatures while the so called
�dark� creatures would be drawn to them even more as they grew older and their
powers matured. It had been a hope that there would be a charm to suppress that
little problem though the book hinted at a solution though how to become able
to wield the Silver Fire was something that was almost blatantly ignored.
Perhaps when he had more experience that part would be more accessible or he
would realize what it was.
Charm�s class was something that the pair as well as the rest of their
Ravenclaw classmates was looking forward too. To be precise charms was the more
exhaustive breadth of magic available to use. As it was most of their fellow
classmates would have devoured books on theory as they were likely not allowed
to practice active magic such as charms, transfiguration, dueling and the like
while potions was not a violation of underage magic as that mostly tracked
wands. There were exceptions in Pure Blood Families as that was how they kept
their status as powerful and skilled.
As it was with their Head of House they were wondering what they would
learn. Still most of them had researched him after finding out who would be
teaching them and his skill as a duelist and a charms master was legendary. He
had been modest enough not to go into it that first day, but a Ravenclaw was a
Ravenclaw and thus the library was duly raided as well as other sources of
information.
The Ravenclaws were the first ones there though it was a close thing with
the Hufflepuffs following shortly arriving in a unified group. They were all
aware that even if he was rather short physically that one could say that he
was short magically.
�Good morning class,� the professor said. �I am Filius Flitwick and welcome
to Charms. In this class you will learn the basics of charms as well as the
basic wand movements.�
As there was no real rivalry between the two houses to distract them the
lesson started and got through the material far faster than most. Their head of
house got through the swish and flick along with a stressing on pronunciation
in spells. As it was Hermione was intently listening while Harry was trying not
to twitch visibly.
�Why would the movements be important?� Harry thought in confusion. �I know
why the movements are important while drawing runes but swishing and flicking
seems odd. Even worse is the need to visualize and focus on a trigger word that
must be spoken. That would make them less likely to use silent casting. A pity
since not knowing what one is being subjected to makes counters harder.�
Suffice it to say most of the magic that Harry had worked with was either
ritual or intent driven. Rituals used formal syntax in their words to better
describe and focus the casters will to allow them to better define and control
the results. Most of the offensive magic was intent of action based so he
thought the desired result, drew his magic and let it form before releasing the
spell. It was nice and simple after practice. At the beginning spells took time
and effort to cast. Still he mostly used the flames and mental magic for the
most part.
�Wingardium Leviosa,� Hermione practically broadcast causing Harry to
twitch.
He was not used to the slight ability to tune into his friends general moods
let alone specific thoughts. The ritual had been done due to the idea that there
was a chance that the girls would be able to get into trouble and need help. It
had been part of why he had been suppressing the annoyance he felt when it had
all began. Unlike that wanker that called himself a dark lord, he knew that
since he had subordinates that he had responsibilities to them as they had to
him. Loyalty and obedience from minion to master was as important as loyalty
and protection from master to minion.
Harry watched as Hermione clearly enunciated and waved her wand causing her
feather to float. He sighed and when everyone was preoccupied with levitating
their own feathers he merely flicked his wand toward the feather with his
intent clear and what he hoped was just enough magic let free. Still he made
sure that he would not get into the habit of vocalizing his spells even if he
merely mouthed this one. He recalled what happened when he did more than let
his magic flow. It had been unpleasant to say the least.
�If I let too much magic out it would ignite the feather,� Harry thought in
annoyance, �however if I don�t allow enough magic to flow nothing or very
little would happen. The same if I didn�t concentrate enough on what I want my
magic to do. This wand is far too precise to merely let my magic rush
uncontrolled. Precisely attuned to my own magic does allow for a better result.
Still considering magic is like any other muscle and grows through training and
use I have to be rather controlled when casting these simple spells or I might
overload it and that would be more of a disaster here than anywhere else. The
ghosts would most likely feel it and then they would tell someone.�
�Hermione,� Harry said as he watched her steering her feather about. �Could
you try saying the spell quieter? There is no reason to shout and it would be
beneficial to not get in the habit of shouting and sending so much magic in a
single spell.�
The look of disbelief in her eyes as that contradicted what the books she
had said so far had instilled was quite visible. This caused two reactions in
Harry one being that she would need to get a better ability to hide her
thoughts and feelings with the second being that she put far too much faith in
the written word for someone that was an experimenter. He had hoped that
Hermione would want to use all of the scientific theories and methods to do
what he knew wizards had failed to do. Quantify the ways of magic to better
understand them. That would help him more than just sorting the disassembled
facts that the wizards had gained.
�Trust me, Hermione,� Harry said as he held her eyes. �Not all that is known
is written down and far too much is closely guarded. Far too much is hidden and
eventually forgotten. Just work on being quieter as it makes things easier in
time.�
�Ok, Harry,� Hermione said as she nodded sharply and slowly repeated her
casting each time lowering her voice as a frown formed as it became harder at
first. �It seems to take far too much effort to use though.�
�That�s just disbelief,� Harry said with a small twitch to his face. �You
have been told just now that we have to pronounce things clearly and move the
wand just so to do the spell. Now think back and was any of that necessary for
accidental magic?�
�No,� Hermione said with a frown as her face scrunched up just so.
Harry resisted the sudden need to say that it was cute. He was a guy and he
knew that he was letting his friendships distract him even if he enjoyed them.
Still as emotionally beneficial as he found having friends in contrast to the ostracizing
that the Dursleys had originally inspired, he was not really a people person
and with his status in the Wizarding World he found that his normal reactions
might cause more harm than good. He was at times annoyed that the Dursleys had
not stomped that part out of him, the over caring protective part, instead of
their attempts to at the time break him into their servant in some sort of ugly
stepson like role.
�See it is merely an ingrained belief that makes later usage of wandless and
wordless magic so difficult,� Harry said with as reassuring as he could in
public smile without killing his image as he was dreading the fan girls. �So
with practice the otherwise ingrained habits wont form.�
�Thanks Harry,� Hermione said with a brilliant smile before turning back to
her wand work.
Filius meanwhile had been going over the various pairs and had finally
reached theirs to see like most of the Ravenclaws that their feathers were
floating in front of them. He did prefer when he didn�t have the joint
Gryffindor-Slytherin class as their rivalry tended to be counterproductive to
their education although the Headmaster thought that pairing them up might ease
the long instilled enmity.
�Well done Mr. Potter and Ms. Granger,� Flitwick said quietly as he watched
them do more than subtle up and down motions with their feathers. �I hope that
you both are enjoying class and your house.�
�Yes professor,� Hermione said with a smile at how much unlike the previous
ostracism she had receiver for her cleverness. �It has been an enjoyable and educational
class so far. Right, Harry?�
�I will admit that it is educational,� Harry said with a grumble. �I do
hope that we will move at a decent pace unlike previous education��
�You�re just upset that they wouldn�t let us skip so many grades,� Hermione
said with a teasing tone. �Seriously Professor we have been trying to find
things to challenge us mentally for a while.�
�Is it my fault that most of my previous classmates had the mental capacity
and concentration of a sugar high chipmunk?� Harry said offhandedly. �Still it
seems that for the most part it was a good choice to come here though the
information on the other choices wasn�t that bad.�
His response had caused Flitwick to blink. He like the rest had never
contemplated that the boy in front of him would go to any other school of
magic. He momentarily felt a shiver of terror at what the boy in front of him
would become if he had been a Durmstrang student. He had noticed that already
Harry showed a level of both control and power above most of his other year
mates. Though there was something nagging at the edge of his non-human
ancestry. He may act cheerful and prefer to be that way, but beneath that
exterior was a champion dueler who was not just a mere teacher of charms but a
master of the field who could weave spells together in such marvelous ways.
�There is something about him,� he thought as he watched the boy still
absentmindedly maneuvering his feather when it should take most of his
classmates� entire concentration just to keep it airborne. �I feel something
that puts me on edge. Not at all like young Remus, but it is something old and
powerful. This bares further investigation though I feel traces of it now that
I look with Ms. Granger as well. I best not insinuate anything to Albus though
as he shows far too much of an interest in the lad.�
Putting off his still trembling instincts he smiled at Harry and said, �It
is good to see that you are happy here. With time maybe there will be more
interests stimulating you here. One never knows what new things one can find.�
�Don�t worry about it, Harry,� Hermione said as she started to circle his
feather with hers showing that she was far more talented than she had thought. �We
just grew up a bit fast and were just forced to wait for our classmates to do
so.�
�Says the girl whose parents let her devour as much of the public library as
possible,� Harry said with a slight pout barely formed. �Still having such
resources did keep us out of trouble.�
�Considering your stance on bullies that is a good thing,� Hermione said
happy to relax for the moment. �Still it was easier to avoid them at the time
than handle them.�
�You had that choice,� Harry said with a hint of dark humor showing. �Too
many of my cousins friends were far too eager to pick on anyone they thought
was weaker than themselves. Still correcting them of that� notion was quite
therapeutic.�
Hermione nodded her head at that, �Still it is nice not to deal with that
here.�
�Yet,� Harry said with a sigh. �You are aware that there is still some
prejudice here to deal with. The Slytherins already have squared off against
the Gryffindors and they will drag the lot of us into their arguments
eventually.�
�It seems that even with magic people are people,� Hermione said with a
slight sorrow there. �One would think that such a fickle gift would instill
greater enlightenment.�
�People are people,� Harry agreed. �Some are good, some are foolish, some
are evil and some intolerant and yet most still act like sheep in the end.
Rally to a person of will and follow without thought of why and justify their
actions for a goal. The greater good, preserving society and any other number
of causes can cause the decent to corruption. Tell me not the means to ones
ends as they will speak of reason and necessity to overlook all acts of
brutality and control merely tell me what the ends must justify. It is easier
to sleep when one knows who one�s friend and one�s foe is.�
Flitwick had merely noted that as he had stepped a bit from them that they
had to enter their own little debate. They would fit in well with his house he
realized. Though even with their fellow housemates there was far less debates
on such matters of philosophies when theories of immediate research was
available. Sadly he wouldn�t realize that was moist likely the source of his
native cultures issues. Oh they may debate the effects and importance of blood
purity and the real effects of the dark arts, but they were still more oft to
accept might as right compared to others.
�Perhaps I prefer to believe a leader leads by showing the way one may go
than driving them where one wills,� Hermione countered long since placing the
spell in use to her lesser attention. �They say one can lead a horse to water
but not make it drink.�
�Still if one makes the horse thirsty enough it will drink,� Harry replied
with amusement. �A person may be smart but has not all that history shown that
masses lack any intelligence greater than the least among them. Why else is
there a Statute of Secrecy? Look at all the violence caused by mere difference
in the public media. Riots on the streets for equal rights while others strike
to preserve whatever edge they have should prove that. People are selfish,
cruel and deceitful. Most do not admit that while it is callous that they do
see everyone and everything around them as means to ends and not ends
themselves.�
�What of those that risk their lives for others?� Hermione questioned. �How
can that be in their own self-interest?�
�Do not start me on heroes,� Harry remarked. �While a heroic act is done to
prevent someone else from suffering, it is most oft that it is done in a way
that the hero feels liberated and that the one they save did not go through
what they did.�
�Is that why?� Hermione barely managed to whisper. �I need to know.�
�While there are things even the most cold-hearted bastard should feel
irritation at allowing to occur,� Harry began to say. �There was something
gained by acting even unwanted. Still this is not the sort of thing to say in
public.�
�I understand,� Hermione said as she thought over things. �We do need to
talk about this since it has been brought up.�
�I agree,� Harry said. �Still as I said this is not the place for it.�
�Maybe after class?� Hermione asked as this was something she wanted to
know.
Harry nodded at that and went back to the more aerobatic motions of
maneuvering his feather. Hermione blinked as she barely thought for hers to
follow and it was.
�We definitely have things to talk about,� Hermione thought as ideas and
theories tried to resolve themselves in her mind. �I know that you don�t like
the fanatic loyalty Alice and Anne show you, but you still let them follow you
and you still teach them as well as me. I know and you know that we are
attracted to each other and there is that to deal with. Add to it the magic and
it gets complicated without the fact that my cousin and her friend would not
only let you do any sort of thing no matter how perverse or degrading to them,
but actually want you to sate yourself with them. Sure I will admit that
fooling around has been educational and quite pleasurable, but you seem to
accept the relationship in such strange to me terms.�
Still immersed in her thoughts Hermione followed Harry back to the common
room after the class had ended. Unawares that she had written down the
assignment or disengaged the levitation spell, Hermione was moving on autopilot
as her mind continued to sort itself out in the background. The basics of
memory recall used in learning Occlumancy was busy parsing all the memory
fragments into a composite understandable whole. Things were starting to get
more interesting and her mind and body were already dealing with more shifts
than puberty.
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Potions class was something Harry was looking forward to almost as much as
Hermione. He had like the other teachers firmly investigated who would be
teaching him and the information on the man was rather skewed.
�One of the youngest to gain his mastery is impressive,� Harry thought with
some interest. �Still there is the matter that most student information on him
is inconsistent. It almost seems like he expects us to have learned everything
before hand and merely fine tune our practical abilities in class. Not that my
potions skills are not too shabby nor do I expect Hermione to be lacking in
theoretical knowledge as well as our Ravenclaw classmates. I am unsure on the
Hufflepuffs though. How much of their image is because they care more about
helping their friends succeed than being untalented. Still they didn�t appear
too simple minded in charms so it is difficult to tell where the stereotype for
them came from.�
Professor Snape entered the classroom with his robes billowing behind him.
His hair had a sheen to it that was disquieting in its nature. Oddly enough his
scent had actually entered before him. The scent of plants and animals mixing
with a head aroma of fumes clinging to him. Oh he visually didn�t look like he
was filthy anymore than most wizards did. Hygiene was important to them at
least those that held themselves as elite. The presentation that Malfoy put on
for example was one of supposed to convey sophistication and class even if his
condescending manner was more appropriate of societal types a century or more
ago. Still it was something that anyone entering the Wizarding World would
encounter the almost quaint charm to the place.
That however did nothing to counter the known dangers present. Magic while a
tool like any other was far more easily able to cause lasting harm. In part why
Harry already despised the pranksters he found. He might allow some humorous
uses and revenge potential, but most were far too likely not to think before
acting. At least the Weasley Twins seemed to have thought through their pranks
and not been as malicious as possible. How Ronald could be related to them or
the older cool brothers that they had heard about would puzzle Harry if he gave
it too much attention.
Professor Snape, like Flitwick, started the class by taking the register,
and like Flitwick, he paused at Harry�s name. However the reaction was entirely
different.
�Ah, yes,� he said softly, �Harry Potter. Our new� celebrity.�
That immediately set a tone for Harry. Now while he had suspected that the
Head of Slytherin had some bias against him from what he had learned, he had
hoped that not being in Gryffindor where his parents had been would have
buffered him a bit. There were also his expectations of the man being
professional that seemed to have died a fiery death.
�You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion- making,�
he began. He spoke in barely more than a whisper, but they caught every word
and like Professor McGonagall, Snape had the gift of keeping a class silent
without effort. �As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will
hardly believe this is magic. I don�t expect you will really understand the
beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate
power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring
the senses ... I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper
death � if you aren�t as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to
teach.�
More silence followed this little speech. Harry exchanged a looks with a raised
eyebrow with Hermione who was on the edge of her seat and looked desperate to
start proving that she wasn�t a dunderhead. Harry could care less, he had been
under the tutelage of several spirits of famous and infamous potion masters and
that plus the studying he had done of his books made him very competent. That
was without the fact that he was a rising star in the underground potions
business.
�Potter!� said Snape suddenly. �What would I get if I added powdered
root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?�
Harry thought for a second to recollect what medieval monk had said about
that. He noticed that Hermione's hand shot into the air. He resisted a sigh at
that. He had hoped she had broken herself from that habit more.
�They make a sleeping potion,� Harry replied calmly careful not to let a
mischievous purr into his voice. �Very powerful, known as the Draught of Living
Death, it has been theorized that this is the drug the apothecary in Romeo
& Juliet gave Juliet to fool her family into believing she was dead.�
Snape�s lips curled into an unpleasant sneer before he replied, �That is too
much information.�
He ignored Hermione's hand that sank back down along with the rest of the
previously eager Ravenclaws. Harry wondered why he was acting this way without
Gryffindors but suspected a loathing not for himself and based on the stress of
his last name with his family.
�Let�s try again,� Snape silkily spoke sending shudders down the Hufflepuffs
backs. �Potter, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?�
Hermione stretched her hand as high into the air as it would go without
leaving her seat. Harry ignored the confusion of his fellow Ravenclaws and awe
from the Hufflepuffs that they were being ignored.
�To put shortly Potions Master Snape,� Harry began to say letting his voice
imitate the drawl the professor favored, �A bezoar is stone found in the
stomach of a goat.�
�Didn�t you read everything in the book, Potter?� Snape sneered at him. �I
guess that doesn�t make you that good of a Ravenclaw
Harry forced himself to look into those cold eyes. He barely managed to keep
his own intentions from flashing though his eyes. He had just before this
question been scolded for being too long-winded, and now he was being mocked
for not answering as much as he possibly could. His contempt for the man�s
professionalism was beginning to aggravate him. He was however grateful that
KiKi had decided to explore on her own while they were occupied with classes.
Otherwise he knew that he would have to make a damn good attempt at Obliviation
of the rest of the room.
Snape was still ignoring Hermione�s quivering hand.
�What is the difference, Potter,� Snape asked, �between Monkshood and
Wolfsbane?�
At this, Hermione stood up, her hand stretching toward the dungeon ceiling.
The other Ravenclaws while offended at being ignored would rather not gain the
obviously annoyed Potion Masters attention. They would volunteer information
after the man vented whatever it was between them.
�There is no difference Professor; they are same plant,� Harry said
firmly meeting the Professors eyes. �It also goes by the name of Aconite. Now
is there any reason why a supposed Potions Master of your caliber is initiating
such a juvenile conflict?�
Unfortunately for Severus Snape he chose at that instant to try to ascertain
where Potter�s spawn came up with enough information to answer his question. He
neglected that he was a Ravenclaw as well as being Lily�s son. Expecting, even
if he acted nothing like him a mini James Potter with the mental shields of an
inebriated dwarf, an easy entrance into his mind he sent his Legilimency probe
at the boy.
This was a mistake that shocked him to the core. Normal people even without
training have some minor natural barriers to keep from receiving all the extra
sensory information that the human mind had adapted not to handle. It had been
determined that the human mind was not readily developed to handle let alone
filter and process telepathic signals. Legilimency was not so much a probe as
truly creating an extension that was of lowered intensity to allow such
information to be acquired. The stress of the technique was opening just enough
and narrowing the connection to one target. Snape had expected a minor barrier
similar to effectiveness of a soap bubble to great his attempt. What he found
was something different.
In the moments between heart beats, Severus Snape found himself somewhere
else.
�Where am I?� Snape thought in confusion at the bizarre place he found
himself in. �I was just about to use Legilimency on the damn Potter brat.�
He looked around at the blood red sky and the black moon that hung ominously
in the air with black clouds passing around it. Looking down the ground before
him was black and appeared to be made of ash, dust and other things. Kneeling
closer to inspect the slight color difference in an attempt to ascertain where
he was, Snape noticed fine granules of white.
�That texture,� Snape thought in shock. �The ground is made of dust and ash
with ground bones mixed in. Where am I?�
Moving further across the black plains he came across what appeared to be
some sort of park. The trees were black and devoid of any leaves with a twisted
gnarled form. Amid the trees he saw small stones placed here and there.
Kneeling before one of them to get a closer look he moved some of the dry and
brittle thorny black roses to see what was there.
�Tombstones!� he thought in shock. �Is this some sort of graveyard?�
Looking closer he drew a gasp at the name on it� his mother�s. Turning to
the side he looked at the next tombstone and the name there shocked him more.
�Lily!� he thought in shock.
He quickly turned around and looked at the other names. Anyone he had even
the slightest inkling of positive emotion too was there. The ever calm
professor actually turned and fled as his memories of them flashed through his
mind. He ran until he felt himself growing tired. It never occurred to him to
apparate as his normally rational mind was flooded with suppressed emotion for
once the legendary stoic facade that he had cultivated leaving him as well as
his emotional control leaving him as emotionally vulnerable as a child.
Looking around he found an empty field filled with sharp barb like pale
grasses and instead of tombstones there were grave markers. He looked at the
first name and it was his retched fathers. Surrounding it were more markers.
Unnoticed he had pricked his fingers and started dripping blood on the ground
before him. As he read the names he came across those that he had murdered as a
Death Eater. There were even some of the ones he had not directly killed but
knew he was responsible for. It was a thing out of his most suppressed
nightmares as his cold and calculating actions had denied any guilt from what
he had deemed necessary actions.
It was in that shocked and distracted state that he failed to notice the
stirring of the black soil. Silently rising out of the grainy ground were the
forms as white as the purest snows. In their empty eye sockets lit by crimson
light a slowly dawning consciousness was visible. Bleach white skeletons flowed
out of the dead earth as it parted as like water for them with only grains of
ash like blackened volcanic sand falling from them. Silently the still forms
began to move with an eerie flowing motion towards the traumatically
rationalizing Snape. They would have been more than able to have torn the unsuspecting
man to pieces to water the parched land with his sweet red blood if it had not
been for one thing.
�Severus,� Came the moan of the form that had risen in front of him. �You
were always a disappointment.�
Looking at the skeleton before him his eyes bulged at the familiar voice
before he shouted in horror, �No!�
�Murderer,� came the words of the growing legion. �You betrayed me!�
Even in his disturbed and distracted state it did not take him long to focus
and try to reach for his wand. He had dealt with Infiri and other abominations
created by the Dark Lord. He was not some helpless muggle. Reaching into for
his wand he was suddenly struck by something. It was not there.
Now while he may be good at some wordless casting and minor wandless magic,
Severus Snape was not exactly capable of the level of hexes and curses to
dispatch such beings if they were normally transfigured objects. These however
were far more potent than that. It should come as no surprise that they soon
had begun to verbally and physically express their displeasure at their lot in
life.
Soon enough Snape was beaten and bloody unable to move with the broken bones
incapacitating him. As it was the skeletons became more lifelike though their
eyes burned with a crimson light. Their nails however retained an inhuman
sharpness and soon scratching was turned to tearing as they flayed their
betrayer alive. It was fortuitous that Snape had fallen and watered the graves
of his enemies with his blood as what his loved ones ganging up on him the emotional
scars would have been rampant.
After the skeletons had regained all their flesh they had slowed their
actions down allowing the animals that had gathered near the inevitable meal to
get agitated in wait. As they departed to return to their graves the animals
took their turn. Real meat was so rare here and it only rained blood when Harry
fed. It had already been too long in their opinion and they knew it would be
far too long until the earth was watered with the blood of the guilty.
As they worked their way in extracting their pounds of flesh, a figure that
had been watching from the shadows of the trees glided forward as the black
sand seemed to ripple. As the man walked something far larger was rising from
the ground. The first part to become visible was three skulls in a line mounted
on a tombstone made of bones held together with the sinews strung between.
Harry was dressed in black robes with a sinisterly glowing crimson stone
hanging from his neck. He walked forward as a seat stirred from the ground and rose
to meet him as he sat down on the rising structure. With a sudden change the
rest of the powdery land flowed off of the throne. A sinister wind passed over
the land. It was time.
He was looking down from a throne of bones with blood weeping from the
skulls mounted on it at the head arms and feet. The blood pooled from the
throne and seeped into the ground where the thorny roses grew. Before him was a
bleeding form watering the black earth from all the cuts that marred it. The
skin had been slowly sliced and pealed from the shuddering body before the cuts
had been inflicted. On top of that the bones had been snapped and dislocated
turning the human shape one expected to what looked like a twisted deformed
lump.
He was still alive even if most of the soft tissue had been pecked out by
the flock of ravens that were waiting again on the sinister trees. There was a
pair of black cats licking at the blood that readily flowed from the man who
wished he was dead. There was the slithering of a snake circling him. It had
previously been slithering over roughly rubbing the open wounds raw with its
passing. It was this sight that Harry let himself take in of the man who had
dared to try to violate his mind as nothing more than a broken and battered
sack of still breathing meat.
�Well now Snape,� Harry said with a look of disgust at the battered and
mauled form. �You thought you could enter here with impunity. How arrogant you
are to think that you are a master and superior in all things��
�Potter,� Snape managed to rasp out. �Why are you doing this?�
�Are you deaf as well as oblivious?� Harry asked in a sneer. �I already
answered you and like the dunderheads you adamantly loath you ignore what you
are told and continue based on your false facts.�
It was at the foot of his throne kneeled two forms completely without any
shame or humiliation merely a visible sense of purpose. The forms were two
girls dressed in naught but a pair of black collars with two blades in their
hands of which one was of silvery metal while the other was as black as night
and both blades was slick with blood and saliva having barely been licked clean.
Their lips were red stained crimson with blood as was their pale flesh spotted
with blood.
Despite what Harry had wished consciously it was his subconscious mind which
had carved the place and it was that which accepted and acknowledged the nature
of the relationship his minions had chosen to follow. It was the fact that the
two had imprinted on his realized images of Alice and Anne that had led in part
to his trying to keep them at arm�s length at time. He had in fact been forced
to restrain them from servicing him in any and every way they could think of.
Their echoes did allow him a better idea in how to avoid any of their overt and
even subtle actions.
�You still don�t seem to get why I am annoyed with you,� Harry said with
disappointment clearly radiating from him. �You are a hypocrite of the highest
order so obsessed with your own petty games that you fail to see the real game
let alone its players acting all around you. A pity that I expected the
youngest Potion Master in centuries to be above such infantile behavior, but
that cannot be helped it seems. So to prevent you from doing anything so
foolish in the future it is necessary to impart such a demonstrative lesson on
both the futility and fallacy of your current actions.�
�What are you blabbering you imbecilic fool?� Snape managed to ask.
�As a teacher you should get the point of this,� Harry continued ignoring
the man�s idiocy. �Still since you cannot seem to grasp such simple concepts I
will explain it in terms that a dunderhead like yourself can grasp. I am going
to show you exactly how your attempts to assault my mind as well as person are
beyond your ability.�
�Now than,� Harry thought. �What is your worst nightmare�? Well that was
unexpected. It does explain a lot though.�
Harry felt the sudden shift in the air as three female forms appeared near
his throne. The two women to his left were Alice Longbottom and Eileen Prince
both looking no more than early twenties. The two were dressed in what had to
be both the most conservative yet enticing clothes ever. A slightly modified
school uniform that clung to the skin while having teasing outlines of what was
hidden to arouse the senses was the outfit that was there.
Now the lady to his right and there was no way that one would ever think to
not refer to her as thus was an ethereal beauty with blood red hair flowing
freely to stop mid back. A red headed seductress dressed in skin tight black
leather that only accentuated the form of sensuality personified radiated pure
lust inducing sensations from any person that saw. Her eyes burned an intense
green that drew one like a moth to a flame.
It was through shear will that Harry was able to concentrate on the matter
at hand even if he suspected that his normal constraint would fail in the dream
logic that was prevalent here. Neville and Snape�s mothers were while not just
pretty but beautiful were like a flickering candle compared to the sensual
bonfire that was the form of Lily Evans.
�For once I can understand why someone hates me,� Harry thought as things
clicked. �It explains Petunia�s petty actions though if mom looked anything
like this any earlier. Still finding out that Snape here went unprofessional
because he lusted for mum since they were kids and his worst nemesis is the
lucky sod that she deigned to be with would explain things. With me looking
like James but with her eyes, it must have been like a swift one to the boys.
Still I am grateful that while it is their images here that it is not Alice or
Anne in the flesh. I know that considering how I cracked so much that if this
was in life things would have gone out of hand.�
Through all of this neither of the nude girls had moved more than to lick
their lips and trace their extended fangs. Oh their breathing may have altered
and their bodies responded but they were rather put out not to misbehave at
this point as getting a spanking before mutual oral satisfaction would not be
in the cards. They were aroused as the drops wettening the ground beneath them
could attest. They for a moment hoped their master would string the man up
maybe by his entrails before sheathing himself in their bodies and when he had
sated himself they could perform for him as they waited for him to claim them
completely.
�Make sure that he cannot look away,� Harry said after a moment. �Remove his
eyelids and hold his head to see. Looking away would permit too much of a chance
to escape his punishment.�
The girls nodded before vanishing to appear near Snape�s battered form.
Alice wretched his head up and pinned one of his eyelids back in preparation.
With the lid unable to move, Anne was able to slit the skin away to prevent him
from looking away. To prevent the blood from clouding his eyes they placed the
blade upon them and a hissing sound occurred as the blades heated up to
cauterize the wound. They were half tempted to cut his tongue out to silence
him, but they suspected their master wanted to hear his tortured cries.
While that had happened the three women had walked to the front of the
throne before kneeling in front of it. Alice was to the left with Lily in the
center and Elaine to the right. Their gaze was not on his face but at the
junction of his legs as his robes had parted to reveal his black outlining
pants. While his face had shown no interest in anything his other head was far
less reserved.
�Master?� they murmured in question looking at him with hunger. �How may we
please you?�
Harry merely grinned and beckoned them forwards. He had no idea where the personalities
were drawing most of their identities from but as this was for almost all
intents and purposes a dream he would treat it as such. It would be so relaxing
not to constantly stay in control, although he liked being in control of the
situations. He supposed it was an effect of the earlier years at the Dursleys. Still
he had a rather lucid wet dream to indulge in and it was doing such a good job
in unwinding his stress and wearing down Snape�s mental walls.
�Pain the guy seems to be well used to,� Harry thought as he watched the three
crawling forward towards him. �Emotional trauma to his self as well but he seems
to hate being made to watch this. So he grew up with mum and had a thing for
her unrequited love. He also lusted for Alice since she was with Lily so much
and almost seemed to be experimenting together but despite his trying to catch
them as much as ah what�s this� my father and his friends in trouble. Odd that he
wants his mother there to watch him with them. Not an Oedipus image but he
seems to have watched his parents and was disgusted by his mother acting
anything but prim and proper so this doubly offends and humiliates him.�
When they were kneeling on the steps able to reach him, they nuzzled up
against his legs. Harry reached down and stroked their heads as they like cats
rubbed against him. Three lovely ladies kneeling before him while not a
concrete fantasy he had experienced before seemed to be speaking to the part of
himself he had to keep in control of which was ironic as it was his impulses to
control others as he had been controlled.
Drawing Lily�s head closer to his lap where she nuzzled against his ready
bulge before he said to the beauties before him, �My dear pets why don�t you
see if you can�t get some cream,� causing them to smile before he added an
incentive, �and the winner gets first ride. If you can�t get me off well there
are other ways��
That readily changed the smiles to smirks as the girls began to unbutton his
pants allowing them to access their new toy. Having three beauties working his
erection over was a new experience and his libido made note to do this again
when Alice and Anne were just a tad older and hopefully had breasts that could
be rubbed so enticingly against his legs and otherwise. None of them believed
that they would be able to not outlast him at least on this first game round.
Lily was the first to reach over and pull him out. She grinned saucily at
him before giving his head a kiss flicking her tongue as she did so. Slowly kissing
her way down she teased and tickled him until working her way back up and
taking him first into her mouth then into her throat. With a slow hip rising movement
she drew back all without losing suction or swirling her visibly moving tongue.
While Lily was trying to show how better head was with experience, Eileen and
Alice the older where not merely sitting there. They teased with fingers, lips and
tongue whatever areas they could reach. When the pair took a ball each while
Lily started humming made Harry very grateful that while none of them had been
experienced that they did tend to practice often.
With a frown Lily extracted her competitors from his nuts before reaching
them with her tongue while humming. After several terse movements of tongue and
lip she did what seemed almost inhuman in its flexibility and held him bait and
tackle in her vibrating mouth. When several long moments of that didn�t gain
her his release, Lily released with a pout and let Alice have a go. With a
smirk she moved her clothes to bare herself for more visual stimulation. Eventually
one would win and then a new contest could happen who could get him off harder
and who would get off more.
Alice went around teasing each part she could. From licking along and trailing
kissed from head to root as well as tracing and tasting his sacks there was
nothing that she hadn�t tried including extending her tongue past his balls and
flicking and teasing there. As that hadn�t seemed enough Alice raised the ante
again and freed her tits and proceeded to slide him between them while
capturing the head and sucking and licking it to try to get him loose.
Around the three went in an attempt to win both together and separately. On Lily�s
next round she wrapped him in her tits as well before deep throating him while
Eileen sucked his balls and Alice tongued where she could. While that went on whenever
one of them wasn�t using their mouth they were channeling whatever thoughts
would stimulate him as they talked describing everything they could think of to
get him to pop.
Finally Eileen was going again with Lily and Alice talking as they fondled
her and each other. They were running out of things to say to get him to go. The
forfeit hadn�t seemed bad until they thought of it. If they were unable to move
before he came he would get to take them to edge again and again until he came
over their frazzled nerves as they would be by oath unable to get release again
till he said.
Eileen was on her last legs fifteen minutes each to get him to pop and this
was the last attempt. Her mouth was getting sore and her tongue was going to be
unable to speak clearly for a while. Grasping on straws she let him out of her
mouth and started stroking him.
�Why won�t you cum in my mouth?� Eileen asked switching her hands to hold
her tits around him. �Don�t you want to wash my mouth out? Severus�s filthy
mothers mouth out. It�s unclean and needs your cum to clean it out! Think how embarrassed
he will be!�
Oddly enough that was the thing to say. Feeling the sudden increase in
hardness and throbbing she took him into her mouth. While Lily and Alice teased
his balls to make sure that she got as much as she could. She kept him encased
in her flush tits as she felt him twitch their and flow into her mouth.
Eileen was grinning like a loon as she greedily coaxed as much as she could
from his spurting member. She had won and she was going to claim her reward. It
had been difficult what with Lily actually being able to not just deep throat
him but pull her lips to suck him balls and all, and that was not counting
Alice being able to flex her tongue. Lily would be enjoying that tongue while
she went for her ride, but she was sure she could coax her to clean her out
while Lily took her turn.
So caught up in her thoughts she was unnoticed and still suckling him to
full hardness again before the others pulled her loose with a pop. They might
not have won a ride, but losing out on a taste of their new master was
unacceptable. That they would go to any lengths to convince her to share only
sweetened the deal. Their fingers caressed flushed skin and teasing bouncing
slickened mounds that had only recently been plowed before darting to the warm
and moist openings that were readily parted in their quest. Their tongues were
busy trying to lap up and suck out every drop that she would allow while being
distracted.
So it was that Harry gasped as he was freed from her warm suckling mouth
with a pop only to groan at the sight of their almost glowing kneeling forms as
they kissed and swapped with hands wandering between his spread legs. He enjoyed
the sight as he tried to regain his senses from the drawn out climax he had
experienced. Finally seeing Alice and Lily roll to the side kissing leaving a
panting Eileen reclined on his leg gave him an idea.
�I think she is ready,� Harry began to think as a wicked grin formed on his
face, �but it is better safe than sorry� well unless she really likes rough or
raw sex.�
With that said Harry pulled the unresisting woman up and started to kiss her
as he kept raising her with his mouth going down her body. He nuzzled and
licked at her flushed tits as he made sure she was worked up. While he did that
he slipped his fingers into her to see how slick she was. That his hand felt
like he had slid it into a wash basin was the thought that crossed his mind.
Snaking his hand back for a quick taste he decided that he really wouldn�t mind
a quick lick or too before sliding into her besides this was just a mental
thing and it was not like she was more than the combined impressions he had
with whatever Snape thought up so it was no more than a simple sex toy just
with some personality.
Reaching his hand back to her slit he felt the ready warmth before sliding
his hand lower and with his other hand moved to trace her spine raised her up
to mouth level. The sudden shift threw her head backwards as she spun a moan of
disappointment at the lack of his hungry mouth tasting her bouncing breasts.
�What are you doing?� Eileen asked before his breath touched her lips. �Oh it�s
been way too long.�
With that said Harry teased and coaxed her to vocal pronouncements each
causing Snape to utter a new profanity as he was held looking on. Alice and
Anne held him in place wishing they could do more than rub their thighs
together to ease the tension they had building from the show. Keeping him from
turning his head or eyes to avoiding watching was sadly making a free hand
unavailable to play with themselves or each other.
After Eileen writhed enough on his tongue to satisfaction both hers and his,
Harry lowered her to where she was being held against his ready erection. The
head was touching her slit and her slow rocking in his hand rubbed themselves
against each other wettening him with her juices. With a look he lowered her
down letting her slide down on him until she was seated in his lap. Once there
he began with again tasting her flushed skin and suckling her stiff nipples.
Slowly he began to bounce her in his lap faster and faster. Feeling her
tighten on him he was happy that all the non penetrative experience had kept
him from spurting like the somewhat virgin he was. Still the oral preparation
was different than the first time he was inside a girl proper.
Still after being bounced to several clenching orgasms Eileen was in for a
change and voiced it as she panted letting Harry hold her in place, �Let me
turn around and you can have some real fun. I don�t normally do this but you
made me too sore already.�
With that she sat with her back to him with his slickness nestled in her
cheeks before lifting herself up before positioning him to sink down on him.
She slowly let herself sink onto him letting him ease in to instead of her
already red and sore pussy into her merely fingered ass. Slowly she started to
bounce on him as he nibbled on her neck and worked her body over.
�Those guys and girls knew what they were talking about,� Harry thought as
he could do little more than hang on and enjoy the ride. �To think Anne wants
me to do this to her and I stopped her. What was I thinking? Oh yeah I didn�t
want to hurt her too badly.�
Trying to focus herself, Eileen bounced and ground her ass down on his firm
penetrator. As she did she looked out and saw Lily and Alice engaged in lapping
each other�s snatch. She was berating herself for getting completely out of
practice as it wouldn�t be too long before she would need some ointment to do
more than lie on her side as either resting on her back would bother her ass or
her front would rub her raw mound.
When Eileen was unable to move and he had left her with some soothing heat,
Harry gently laid her down next to Alice as he drew Lily up to him. There was
no need for any more foreplay and Lily didn�t give him a chance before mounting
him and ridding him like a wildcat. Moving through positions with every time
she tried to swallow him with her grip but always keeping him seated, Lily
moved from bouncing him with his face in her tits to rubbing against him with his
hands tracing her to even a modified kneeling where she rocked down on him
while he alternated fondling and spanking her ass.
After a loud shriek after that last motion she turned back to look at him
and said, �Well there is something that James wanted but never got the chance
to do. So hang on tight you�re going to take one of mommy�s cherries.�
With that she positioned him and slowly worked him into her ass.
When she got the head in she said, �Man and I thought your fingers felt
good! To think I never let Alice do more than tongue me what was I thinking?�
With a slow rocking motion Lily worked her son into her virgin ass. A sigh
of contentment at the new feeling of stretching was all that she did when she
was finally rested against him with his entire length buried in her. Slowly
working her new hole around him, Lily managed to make herself move until she
shuddered and with her body sucking inward coaxed him to spurt inside her.
As he had let Eileen down to be eased down with Alice�s probing tongue he
placed Lily where Eileen could reach her as he lifted Alice up to him. Instead
of allowing him to bounce her as Eileen had done at first she aimed him and impaled
herself right away. She frenzily rode him trying to make up for lost time even
if she had gotten Lily and then Eileen to suck and finger her to a few
releases.
Like a woman possessed she moved on Harry while he bucked up into her. She
felt like she had been celibate for too long and while having a good romp with
a woman was nice there were things a guy did that a girl didn�t the same and
vice versa. Alice planned to have as many cums as she could before she went
back to that place and was going to do whatever it took to get them.
She kept at it till her pussy was sore and creamed in. Lifting herself on
shaky legs she spread her ass cheeks and Harry aimed himself as she sat down
letting his cock spread her ass open without any of the slow motions the others
had used our disheveled forms reclined on the throne with Lily and Eileen
curled against him with Alice leaning against him and still impaled between
them. Harry�s hands caressed the tender flesh of Lily and Eileen while Alice�s
pussy still twitched and gushed in view. Snape was in far less desirable shape
as he had repeatedly struggled through the entire ordeal he had been forced
unable to look away to see. His face was visibly hopeful that this torture was
over. Having heard his mother calling out anyone�s name let alone a Potter was
disgusting to him the only thing worse than it being his son was if it had been
James himself having her act as loose and willing as a Knut whore in Knocturn
Alley.
Despite the almost all encompassing bliss he felt, Harry still had one more
part to the lesson. He had the man tortured by those he had despised and forced
the man to see the three women he loved in any form cavort for his pleasure. A
momentary flicker of compassion for the poor retch almost made him decide to
end it there, but the shuddering of Alice around him changed his mind.
�Well Severus Snape how do you like your punishment so far?� Harry asked
with his emotions barely influenced by mirth. �I have to admit for a complete
ass that you have great taste in women and as for your lovely mother here� Here
he teased her to cum clutching his hand. �Well the only thing I think she
failed at was drilling your attitude out of you. Still there is one final bit
of play, Girls!�
With that Alice and Anne vanished from the man letting his head fall down to
smack against the soaked earth. They appeared at the foot of his throne where
he beckoned them to arise. They crawled up the soaked steps getting their scent
pressed into their knees. Harry removed his hands from the slowly dozing pair
and held them to his first followers though the shear reverence and fanatical
loyalty and obedience was more to the line of a minion. They opened their
mouths and gladly licked and sucked his fingers clean of the juices found
there.
When his fingers were clean he gently pet their heads before adding a slight
amount of force to bring them forward. Their faces rested at eye level with
Alice�s gaping slit and his balls gently resting beneath. The two began to lick
and suck at the two joined lovers desperate for more stimulation. If it had not
been for the fact that they had sworn their virginities to be taken by him they
would have seen if they could stick their daggers inside to ease their passion.
Still they would have likely stabbed Snape while humping trying to stretch
themselves so it would have led to a punishment that they would have not liked
most likely being spanked to orgasm and nothing but being left on edge after
that.
The two moaned into what they were trying to eat when his feet began to prod
against their sex. Anne�s squirrel actions caused shivers of delight to flow
through him while Alice was buried in her namesakes snatch. While that was
going on there was a slow stirring of ground near the sprawled and battered
form of Snape. Harry had barely managed to arrange things with the stimulation
of Alice around him with Anne�s mouth licking him closer to another release. As
it was his hands were caressing Alice and Lily�s spines stopping to cup their
flushed butt before returning to run from their neck back down.
The slowly moving ground revealed what seemed to be a platform under Snape.
Suddenly thorny vines sprung around and pulled his arms and legs to the side
and dug into his flesh shocking him out of his stupor to scream his refreshed
agony. The platform turned out to be an x shaped form that slowly inclined as
it rose until Snape was left hanging from it.
�Hmm,� Harry said as his attention was more pleasantly distracted with Alice
alternating grinding with slow drawn out movements. �You say something?�
�What the Hell are you doing to me now,� Snape asked heatedly as the thorns
dug into his flesh as his weight pulled him downward, �crucifying me for your
amusement?�
�Not really,� Harry said mellowness from the repeated ball draining leaving
him far less spiteful. �That�s just to get you in position. Since I can�t kill
you at the moment witnesses and the like I had to� improvise. Now this will be
rather painful. Oh don�t give me that look. Yes this is worse so try to relax
and just accept that what goes around comes around. Really thinking that I
didn�t get enough of a read to know your tastes, how deplorable. Although your
fascination with my mother seems strange to me. Perhaps when there is more time
I can extract that seemingly more secured information than your predisposition
and predation.�
After the monument reached its height there was a sudden stillness and then
Harry closed his eyes. Wither it was out of the intensity of his feelings as he
was being milked by Alice�s grinding ass or Alice�s mouth sucking and licking
his balls, or the desire not to see what happened to Snape next he would never
admit although he did believe that the sudden unholy scream that came from
Snape before it was muffled ensured a more intense experience.
With his eyes shut as he came, Harry missed the sight of the thorny vines
insert themselves into the man he had hoped would be a respected Potions Master
that could help increase and improve his knowledge in the field. Considering the
number of boys he had glimpsed the man had buggered before removing any memory
or trace of his action there was little sympathy for the man having a fist
thickness of vines work their way in. it was the smaller vine he never wanted
to see doing what it did. Working its way into his disgusting erection before
the scream it caused resulted in gagging the man. A jaw stretching set of
wiggling vines occupied the man�s silently screaming mouth.
Then they began to move inside the man after the thorns went rigid.
Thankfully Harry was distracted enough that he merely enjoyed the ready tongues
licking him clean. They had continued to hump his legs when his feet had grown
still and the black material was obviously soaked.
After what could have been an agonizing eternity as the group recovered with
the young Alice and Anne licking everyone and each other clean, Harry turned
his sight to the thankfully mostly obscured in vines form of Severus Snape. It
was in that moment that he missed several of the quieter things the women
discussed.
�I hope you have learned your lesson?� Harry asked the blank eyed violated
form. �Ladies it�s been good. We need to do this again.�
With that he extracted himself from them and with a few casual gropes,
fondling and appreciative spanks made his way down from his throne. Looking
over the blooming rose�s crimson of blood in color growing out of the man Harry
smirked.
�Be gone!� Harry shouted and the world dissolved around them.
In the outside world nothing happened for the instance that the two�s eyes
were locked. Unknowingly the class held its breath in anticipation for what
they did not know. To anyone that had actually met the professor�s gaze it
would shock and frighten them. The pain that had momentarily subsumed all other
reactions passed before his eyes became cloudy.
Barely minimizing the shudder at the rapidly repressed and subsumed torture
that he had undergone, Snape turned sharply and brought the class to heel. He
had an image to maintain in addition to being a certified ass.
�The instructions are on the board,� he said barely keeping his voice from
breaking. �As none of you are Gryffindors I expect you not to make such
mistakes as those dunderheads come up with.�
With that said he turned and glided to his desk where he promptly began to
go through his other work. Ravenclaws at least read things and thus were
informed while the Hufflepuffs were diligent if not as intelligent as their
classmates as well as helping each other succeed. Either way it was far less
likely he would need to run interference as he would with his Slytherins forced
to cohabitate his classroom with Gryffindors. Besides he had to figure out why
he suddenly felt this way. It was worse than when he had started to fear the
Dark Lord torturing then killing him.
Oddly at the same moment in Surrey, Alice and Anne�s eyes snapped open as
they suddenly began to breathe heavily as their bodies experienced what their
dream selves had gone through. They both realized that their master�s
resistance was crumbling. It was only a matter of time before he fulfilled all
that they needed. They hoped to push things ahead for when he returned for
Christmas, but Anne was more excepting that if that failed his birthday would
be memorable. Maybe they could get the last of Hermione�s prudishness out and
cavort for him like they had seen those women do in the dream while one of the
lucky ones got to ride him until both were sore. Leaving them on edge like that
was cruel but there was a place to sate the sudden rush of lust.
If that hadn�t resulted in the first of several chills rushing down his
spine which he ignored to complete his potion there was the matter that
happened in St. Mungo�s. Alice Longbottom while lacking cognizance had been
awash in a dream. Thankfully the monitors did not pick up the sudden brain
activity in the pleasure center of her mind spiking repeatedly. As it was she
drifted off as her mind drew together a bit more, however it was slightly
altered by the fragment of the dream that remained.
Meanwhile Harry felt that despite all that his dream self did a bit more
eager than normal. Noticing that the verbal conflict had because of its intellectual
nature started Hermione on a slow burn, Harry realized that he would need to
find a bit of privacy and see about some mutual relief. If he didn�t Hermione
would ambush him and snog him until she felt better. If she was worked up
enough his tongue would be too sore to speak. That would be embarrassing�
enjoyable� but embarrassing. Not to mention attract too much attention too soon
for their own good.
�Smart girls are not just sexy,� Harry realized. �They seem kinky enough to
kill a man. And Alice and Anne are both at least smart and already kinky. How will
I survive when the three chose to join forces to get some more time? I think I dislike
this increasing libido. My ambitions versus girls and sex, a few years ago it
was so simple and now I know I will have harder times focusing. Maybe I should
look up if sex magic could help. Kill two birds with one stone and all.�
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Flying lessons had also been interesting in retrospect. At the time he
wondered what made wizards in Britain choose brooms of all things. Most of the
rumors and acquaintances in Knocturn Alley had indulged his conversation over
the years. Small talk along with business was the usual compared to the
straight forward manner of Goblins.
�A shame we are only learning to control a broom,� Harry thought with a
sigh. �One maybe two can fit comfortably and at our age Teleportation is
impractical, Portkeys are too regulated and the floo is too inconvenient. Why
they don�t use carpets for transporting families I don�t know. At least we
don�t have the Gryffs trying to show off here or the Slyths trying to
intimidate the shier students. The Puffs at least try to be friendly so there
should not be too many worries.�
�Alright,� Madame Hooch said. �Stand beside your broom and say �Up�.�
�Up,� Harry said confidently barely blinking as the broom jumped into his
waiting hand before he had finished the word.
Harry raised his eyebrow as he barely managed to keep it from twitching as
the broom seemed more puppy like in its behavior. He let it float down before
it rose up almost wagging before butting up and rubbing against his hand. He
wasn�t even gripping it and it floated there as he traced the grain on the
handle. If he was anyone else he would have started freaking out by that point,
but instead he had calmly turned to Hermione in the hopes that she was both
doing alright and also not being as disturbed as he was with a broom acting like
a long lost pet.
What he saw caused him to blink as he thought, �How? How can Hermione have
trouble with something so simple?�
Hermione�s broom was on the ground or more accurately almost trying to dig
itself into the ground.
�Why is this happening?� Hermione practically growled as she glanced about
to make sure no one saw this.
�Calm down Hermione,� Harry whispered as he noticed how her broom was
handling. �You�re scaring it. Think of enchanted objects like this as having
rudimentary intelligences not quite animal like but there as it is an animate
object. To be put simply you�re scaring it with your attitude. Relax and don�t
order it think of it like a companion animal like a horse or dog.�
�Up,� Hermione said after she calmed herself.
The broom gently questioningly rose to her hand. Hermione smiled at that. It
was odd to think that a broom would cower like a fearful animal but that was
what it had done.
�See now that wasn�t so hard now was it,� Harry said letting a real smile
show on his face. �You need to remember that not everything is what it seems.�
They turned their heads as they heard Madame Hoch start to walk over and
access their grips.
�Ms. Jones a good grip there,� Madame Hooch said as she saw the professional
grip the girl had with none of the fumbled fingers or awkward positioning. �It
shows plenty of proper practice unlike some others��
�Thank you Madame Hooch,� Megan said with a beaming smile while shyly speaking.
�My cousin has been giving me pointers.�
�As I suspected Ms. Jones,� Hooch began to say. �Do you have any interest in
taking after her?�
Megan shyly smiled before nodding her head and saying, �Yes Madam Hooch. It
looks like she has ever so much fun. I just need to get into flying shape.�
Madame Hooch nodded and moved on. She liked it when the young showed real
interest and skill in her passion. Now if the young Potter was anything like
his father. What she saw shocked her.
�A broom does not do that,� she thought to herself. �A broom does not act
like an overly enthusiastic animal nor does it wag itself like that.�
�Mr. Potter,� Madame Hooch says sternly. �What do you think you are doing
bewitching a broom like that? That is nothing how a broom should act!�
Harry just looks at her and says cheekily, �Well it doesn't for you Ma'am,
but it does for me.�
�That is not what I meant Mr. Potter,� Madame Hooch says irritated. �I have
never made a broom act like that. Professionals can�t do that not even your
father could!�
�Maybe it just likes me better�� Harry says with a dazzling smile.
Hooch shook herself as it seemed that he took after his father sometimes.
�Now mount your brooms,� she said as she looked around barely keeping
herself from twitching.
The broom glides to his hand and he finds himself seated on it without
effort. He turns and gives Hooch a jovial grin. For some reason, being near the
broom makes him feel carefree.
�Will I find flying to be what truly relaxes me?� Harry thought as he looked
around slowly starting to hover.
Slowly the group begins to maneuver. Harry notices that Hermione is slowly
getting over her fear of heights well more so than when they had gallivanted
through the trees.
While that was going on Harry slowly started to make more Maneuvers. He was
feeling odd and acting so unlike himself. He was acting like a kid.
�Hey Madame Hooch,� Harry shouted before pitching his broom upward, �can�t
catch me!�
�Mr. Potter!� Hooch shouted before darting after the laughing boy grumbling,
�You seem just like your father right now.�
While the teacher darted after the laughing and rapidly swerving and veering
Harry all was not as well on the ground.
Michael Corner was not someone that Harry or Hermione liked although he was
a bit lower on their lists than either Malfoy or the Weasleys. While he was in
their house he was an ass. How he was in their house was a mystery to both of
them. Maybe he lacked something to be in Slytherin like a sense of self
preservation or maybe even style. He was a bully and not a very bright one.
�So Susan,� Corner said as he cornered the Hufflepuff with the others
having floated too far away from her. �It looks like we are all alone now. I
think it is time to finish that chat��
Susan Bones looked around and saw that she was too isolated from her
friends. She couldn�t dart towards her friends without crashing into them. If
she aimed to land she would be even more trapped. Hannah was unable to see her
if she tried to signal for help. Corner was going to at least force her to do
something for him and considering that he had seen her already there was a
little dread in her mind.
Susan makes a sudden decision and veers away before tucking herself like a
seeker and shooting off. He would catch her but if she got far enough away she
could delay him hopefully until the class ended and she would have her fellow
Puffs as backup. They looked after each other after all. Still he was a silver
tongued bastard and would likely convince her friends that she was just
playing.
As he was darting about with Hooch frustrated as he outmaneuvers her, Harry
notices something out of place. Now while he would never in any shape consider
himself a hero he did tend to have to psych himself out when there was one in
trouble not to go after them. He considered it a holdover from the Dursleys as
they would never think to help anyone unless there were witnesses and they
would say how good they were. They were hypocrites like that he had long ago
realized.
His eyes widen as he sees where her flight path will take her. He had seen
that tree move before and �Hogwart�s a History� mentioned it.
�The Whomping Willow,� he thought with sudden dread. �A Puff is darting
toward the single most dangerous area outside the forest. So something must
have set her off. This cannot be happening and Hooch is too far to get there in
time. I hate acting the Hero!�
�No time to play Madame,� Harry suddenly says seriously dropping all
pretense from before. �We got a situation on our hands. Wonder what caused it?
Oh well not like it matters at the moment anyways.�
�Mr. Potter,� Hooch manages to say before he shoots off far faster than the
aging broom could possibly handle. �Oh dear��
It is a little known fact that while normal broom operations use a minute
amount of magic that they also normally can only handle so much magic flowing
through them. Magic however tends not to have a definition of normal when
around Harry and his friends.
Madame Hooch while shocked knew better than to summon someone on a speeding
broom. The shock would cause problems and the momentary suspension would in
this case lead to the Willow causing serious injury. There was also a chance of
summoning her into the path of a limb and while it was possible to heal, vanish
and even regrow bones there were some injuries that would still be fatal. She
was also well aware that there was no way that she would be able to get there
in time and yet it seemed her most likely one of her most favored students was
doing so.
�Come on,� Harry thought desperately. �I need to get there faster!�
Now while Harry was by no reason one to act suitably heroic that did not mean
that he didn�t have the fatal flaw most heroes have around girls. Letting a
girl suffer was really not his thing. Besides which he knew that despite their
odd friendship Hermione would go off if he let something happen when he could
prevent it. There was also the fact that neither of them liked bullies.
Now while Harry had killed and tortured all of those involved had earned
that action by their own actions. It was simply a fact that those silenced were
those that had not truly understood the ramifications of their actions.
Consequences are there for any action and he would have to deal out some
serious things to ensure this didn�t happen again.
It appeared that he would not get there in time as the willow connected with
Hannah�s broom. The sharp strike snapped the broom and threw her airborne into
the approach of more swinging branches. Harry was focused on what he needed to
do and thus let his body react. Spinning and twisting he avoided the branches
that came his way noticing how they were more intent on him than Hannah. Still
even if she landed without being struck on the ground the branches would be
able to get her before she got away.
�Darting into this tree�s branches has got to be one of the craziest things
I have ever done,� Harry thought as he twitched slightly flying between the
rapidly agitated limbs. �Well I am almost there just need to spin and catch her
before we get out of here.�
Harry managed to fly under her descent and grabbed her mid fall. He tucked
her in front of him and leaned over her to shield her from the swinging club
like branches. This served to press her against him between his arm holding her
and the broom at her back. She had wrapped her arms and legs around him to
stabilize herself.
�Now hold on tight,� Harry said as his eyes darted about for a path. �We
need to move!�
With that Susan was pressed further against him as he pushed the broom even
more. The branches came close but he managed to dart and swerve around them as
he shot up and away from the tree. He pulled the broom out of the steep flight
and leveled off. After getting a long enough way from the rampaging tree, Harry
slowly glided his broom down to the ground where he set down Susan.
�It�s alright,� Harry managed to say in as assuring a voice as he could.
�You can let go now. We are on the ground.�
�Thank you,� Susan managed to say before falling to the ground sobbing.
�Mr. Potter,� Madame Hooch said sternly. �While your previous flying was reckless
if highly skilled, what you have just done was insane!�
�It is harder to do what is right than what is easy,� Harry said simply.
�While I may not be a reckless Gryffindor that does not mean that I would let
someone that has done nothing wrong die merely because it was easy.�
Madame Hooch settled her broom down near where he was as the rest of the
class settled down a bit further away. They were thankfully out of earshot for
the rest of the conversation. It had been bad enough with being yelled at like
that and more so the disappointment that seemed to practically radiate from
her. He had long since been as used to praise for his behavior outside the
Dursleys as had Hermione. Still he was aware that while he was not perfect he
did at times try to be too perfect in his success. It was just that after so
much that he held himself to a higher level of excellence than the mediocre levels
his neighbors had.
�Before this I was tempted to advice Filius to see about getting you on the Quidditch
team early given your abilities,� Madame Hooch said with a stern look. �Now I
am unsure wither to recommend you given your blatant disregard for your own
safety!�
Harry raised an eyebrow at that. He had wanted to blend in but this would
make it more difficult. Wizards however were very obsessed about their sport
and it would seem odd to be disinterested almost as much as the situation he
was in now. Still his physical enhancements could be troublesome. He knew that
while he was several times stronger and faster than a normal adult he was not
as fast or strong as some beings though he could enhance himself temporarily
enough to match if not surpass the strength that the ground keeper Hagrid he
recalled was capable of. It was a shame that there were too many witnesses that
he could not simply alter that many memories at once. He mentally reminded
himself to learn how to mass memory modify crowds. It may come in handy if not
necessary eventually.
�I always had fast reflexes,� Harry said after an uncomfortable pause.
�Still we should be more concerned with the cause of this than the meager
aerobatic show we put on.�
This however served to rattle Madame Hooch as when he had been in the air he
had been so friendly and care free and here on the ground so analytical and
logical in his manner. The complete discontinuity between the two images was
offsetting. It was almost as much of a contrast as his fellow Ravenclaws had
been shocked by.
�It seems that he is completely different when in the air,� she thought. �As
upset as I am with him for risking himself he did save a fellow student. There
is also the matter that letting such natural talent be ignored would be a
travesty.�
�A concession than,� Hooch said reluctantly. �You promise to try out for the
team next year and I will neglect to inform anyone that you need to be punished
for flying off.�
�Agreeable,� Harry said with a slow nod. �I would prefer not to have
preferential treatment, but some people seem to make that impossible.�
�It�s good to see that you have a level head on your shoulders,� Hooch said
with a grin. �It would be a shame if someone with such natural ability
squandered it. Did anyone mention that your father was rather involved as a
chaser in his school years?�
�No one said that perse,� Harry conceded. �Still it will give me a better
idea on the man. A shame that the library seemed to gloss over it perhaps you
might know a bit more or someone that could direct me to more information on
the matter?�
Hooch grinned at that before saying, �While I did know him we were more
involved with our mutual flying obsession at the time. I take it that even
though most of the other professors even though they either taught them or went
to school enough to be acquaintances have yet to tell you more than the
minimum?�
�I know I look mostly like my father but with my mother�s eyes,� Harry said
with a far off look. �My father was somewhat gifted at transfiguration while my
mother was gifted in charms and potions. Even that much was an effort to gain.
They appeared to believe that I grew up hearing about them.�
�Well I guess since they have decided to leave you in the dark thinking your
relatives had informed you,� Madame Hooch began with a smile, �I guess it falls
to me to tell you about them. I first met Lily Evans and James Potter at their
first flying lesson��
With that Harry found out more about his parents than his other searches had
resulted in. He had raided the library for information on his parents and
received the basics of their academic and extracurricular activities but that
never really told everything about someone. It was strange that while his
father had been McGonagall�s favorite student and Flitwick�s had been his
mother there had been something holding them back. The Transfiguration Mistress
had a personality that he hadn�t planned to see behind her professional visage
and even her lion�s didn�t really know much about her personally except that
she lived and bled Gryffindor red. Flitwick may have been more approachable as
his head of house, but there was an inkling he had when around him. It was as
if he was circling an animal he was hunting. He had noticed the subtle signs
that inclined Harry to believe that while the rest of the proper wizards were
biased against anyone with nonhuman or nonmagical blood there was a distinct
impression that there was still some nonhuman blood in the Charm and Dueling
Master or at least enough to make him spooked similar to any normal animal
around them.
Based on those problems he realized that it was a bad thing to go to places
like zoos or farms. The woods back home had been different. The animals there
knew it was there hunting ground and that most of them were not in immediate
need to run from the predators pacing through. They had a more preferred prey
anyways so there was less chance of them being food. Normal dogs, cats and
birds were somewhat skittish around them. Harry had been thankful of that
growing up as none of Marge�s dogs had bothered him. Still it was interesting
in Hogwarts as Mrs. Norris seemed hell bent in not going anywhere near him.
�At least there is no worry about her leading Filch to me,� Harry thought as
he listened to all the flying and Quidditch related things about James Potter. �She
is so involved in telling me this that she isn�t censoring anything. She is
already dropped several names to investigate. Now if only I could find my
mother�s diary from after they went into hiding then I could sort through all
the contradictory evidence.�
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