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Harry Potter and the Energumen of the Elchee	By : The_Oddest_Exclamation Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 48778 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, and I'm not making any money from this because I am not J.K. Rowling.

Chapter List
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I would like to start chapter six by thanking everyone who has provided comments so far. I love hearing from people, even if they don’t always agree with me.
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Hermione resisted the urge to vomit, as gripped Melody and Padma’s hands desperately, and the world swirled and colors blurred and mixed as Tonks ripped them through the air.
To say that the past couple of days had been stressful would have been a massive understatement. She had been arrested for being a witch, was thrown in a dungeon, then kidnapped from certain death by a real witch, and spent countless hours trapped naked on a boat.
Then just to make her stress worse, she had been dragged around an island by a teen with horrible sense in fashion, was forced to enslave her younger sister and bond to the same teen. At which point she had been coerced through a portal to a school of indescribable size and complexity, stripped naked, and given only a cloak to dress with.
And now they were flying through the air to some sort of initiation feast.
So it wouldn’t exactly be a stretch to say that she wasn’t happy with the way things had been going, though that was probably a given considering her background.
Because, though the Orthadox church was considered the most liberal of the Abrahamic faiths, that still wasn’t saying very much, and their position on witchcraft was still quite clear.
And so Hermione herself, being an obedient if not exactly faithful child, had never held any love for the concept, which was probably ironic because the evidence that she herself was a witch was quickly becoming overwhelming.
But she also wasn’t nearly as stressed about the whole thing as she had been earlier that day, or especially the day before. She internally figured the change in mental behavior was a result of some sort of satanic magic, unable to acknowledge that she might have accepted her new lot in life.
Not that it was easy to contemplate such things while being whisked through the air across chasms and down crowded roads.
Then she suddenly felt that there was a sensation of snapping back, and she was thrown out of control several feet forward by excess momentum, her hands breaking their grip on Padma and Melody’s.
Hermione’s mind went racing to the warning Penny had given them earlier, about releasing their intertwined hands too early. But her alarmed thoughts were interrupted before she could do anything more that startle herself.
“Well, well, well… You actually made it on time Nymphadora.” A stern and extremely familiar voice drawled out with faint amusement.
Minerva McGonagall stood before a massive arching doorway, decked out in voluminous scarlet robes, and with a golden tiara glinting in her greying hair.
“I suppose I should be impressed?” She asked herself dryly, with an almost sarcastic wave of her hand. “Usually something would have gone horribly wrong by now…”
“Let’s not jinx it…” Penny responded from the rear of the group. “The night hasn’t even begun yet.”
Hermione took the moment regaining her balance to gawk at the massive citadel that towered over them. It was tall enough to give the impression that it was leaning over to fall on them.
She knew it was an illusion of perspective, her countless hours spent studying had taught her enough to know that, but it was still an incredibly alarming feeling being this close to the massive tower.
Amused laughter echoed from behind her, and she turned to see Parvati sitting on one of the marble paving stones giggling helplessly. “I want to do that again!”
“Fock you!” The redhead from earlier cursed loudly from where she was dryheaving on the ground, jabbing an accusing finger in the Patil twins general direction.
“I think it would be smart if we didn’t do that again…” Her male companion said, pulling himself up and scrabbling to help the redheaded, ignoring their drake pacing back and forth nearby.
But Parvati apparently didn’t know when to shut up. “We should do it again, it would be awesome!” She grinned, letting her cloak floating open again, revealing her nipples as she turned to back compatriots. “You guys agree right?”
Padma grimaced, either at her sister’s careless nudity or her suggestion, but Nimmi nodded rapidly and began speaking in the barbarian tongue they had been unfortunate enough to have learned.
It reminded Hermione that she would need to teach them to speak proper Greek when she had the time.
A muffled groan came from behind her and she turned again.
“Neville, what are you doing?” She asked as she saw the boy attempting to work himself out of a tangled pile of several girls, including, to Hermione’s amusement, Miriam. The Muslim girl squealed as the blushing boy elbowed her through her now open cloak, trying her hardest to cover her entire body with the fabric and avoid touching anyone at the same time.
She couldn’t help her smirk in spite of herself, the sight of one of the heathens in peril bringing an automatic feeling of warmth to her heart.
“Sorry, sorry…” The boy squawked out as he untangled himself from the pile of limbs and tangled cloaks.
“Nice…” She commented wryly, helping to pull him back to his feet, and shooting an annoyed look at the pile of girls glaring in their direction. “You all should show more decency… Touching a boy like that in your state of dress is shameful!” She let the disapproving words go flowing from her lips.
Miriam’s face flushed further and she just nodded in agreement, too embarrassed to speak. The other girls just continued to glare at her.
“No need to be uptight Hermione, after all we’re supposedly in for a fun night!” The smartest of her three Indian companions responded as she strolled over.
“Now what do we have here?” Padma asked curiously, her face full of amusement as she stalked up. Her sister and close friend following in her footsteps, grinning as she circled him. “You didn’t tell us about any boys Hermione…”
Neville blushed. “I just met him before I met you three. He’s polite, and decent.” She simply replied honestly.
Padma gave him an impressed look. “Then I suppose he must be, if he impresses the Christian…” She trailed off as their crowed moved slowly into the archway.
Hermione ignored the jab, and grabbed Melody’s hand, as their group was lead into a large hallway filled with hundreds of other children their age.
“Now listen up!” Minerva spoke clearly from halfway up a staircase at the other end of the hall. “The Great Hall is where we will be having the welcoming feast, but before that you will be initiated!”
“This will be done by a ritual, wherein you will write your name on a scroll.” She waved at the massive crowed of students and their tutors. “Doing so will induct you into the Hogwarts student registry and will mark you as one of the Magi from that moment forward!” She finished grandly.
There was a burst of hushed whispering all around her, as McGonagall spun around and lead them down a darkened corridor.
Hermione pushed her way forward, reaching the front of the crowed just in time for the old woman to open a massive wooden door, which swung open soundlessly, on well-oiled hinges.
The hall that lay beyond the door did not fail to live up to its name. It was unmistakably the Great Hall.
A massive room, held up by pillars of white marble and strange greenish stone that seemed to merge seamlessly into the brilliant blue sky above them. Making it appear as though the room had no true ceiling.
And the hall itself was absolutely packed full with people. Dressed in every kind of clothes she had ever dreamed of, singing and dancing and talking so quickly that she could barely make out individual words.
All that stopped the moment the great oak doors opened. The entire crowed falling silent as the grave, staring in their direction.
Hermione was suddenly struck with the same vertigo as before, though it was not nearly intense. The room’s size seemed to change before her eyes, with the distances to people far away shifting suddenly closer, as the hall somehow contracted without losing any volume.
The raised podium at the end of the hall suddenly snapped into focus, from what seemed like a mile away. And by the ages of the people seated there, Hermione assumed that it must have been where the teachers sat.
An idea that seemed to be confirmed by the one of the large wooden thrones that still sat empty, with the symbols MM carved into the upper portion in Latin, being taken by the Transfiguration Mistress.
"I wonder if Dumbledore is going to give a speech.” Hermione heard a tallish and rather aristocratic blonde whispered to a frowning dark-haired girl nearby. The dark-haired girl scowled deeper, and turned to a rather androgynous blonde boy, who might have been the first girl’s brother.
“Do you really think we’ll have to sit through that Draco? I’m too hungry to be made to wait.” She whined.
“I’ll agree to that.” The frizzy redhead from before, piped in from nearby.
Padma took that moment to reappear, dragging Neville and with her sister and friend trailing along. “Of course he’s going to give a speech!” She said haughtily. “What kind of Liege doesn’t give a speech before a feast?”
Hermione opened her mouth to agree, but the old man in the dazzling blue robes stood up from his golden throne in the center of the raised dais.
He made his way swiftly to the podium, light glinting off of his golden laurel as he beamed down at them, the stretching of space making it seem like he was very close.
“Welcome to Hogwarts!” His voice thundered across the room, as he swung his arms wide, like he was going to try and embrace all of them. “First of all, I would like to congratulate all of the students and alumni who are returning,” There was a number of enthusiastic shouts, “and to the staff and servants, without whom tonight’s delicious feast wouldn’t have been possible!” The crowd absolutely roared and her sister slapped her hands over her ears.
“And we mustn’t forget to welcome our First Years and their Esquires!” The crowd again shouted in celebration, and Tonks and Penny slipped up towards the front of the group with about a hundred other teenagers. Raising their wands and staffs into the air and basking in the waves of adulation.
“Alright, thank you, thank you!” The old man, who Hermione figured was probably Dumbledore shouted, and the room calmed quickly.
He snapped his fingers and a short pillar appeared before them. A thick roll of parchment and a feather pen having been placed gingerly on top. “All prospective students will need to sign their names before we can all be seated for the feast.”
The signing after that went past in a blur of emotion for Hermione. So quickly in fact, that she didn’t actually remember what she had put down. But only that she soon enough found herself seated on a bench, with Melody to her right and the black haired boy from earlier to her left.
“Have you ever had English food Hermione?” Pavrati asked her from across the table.
She shrugged in reply. “I can’t say I have.”
The caramel skinned girl grinned in a manner she wasn’t entirely sure wasn’t sarcastic. “Then you’re in for a real treat.”
Then there was a loud popping sound, and in an instant the entire table was absolutely stuffed with golden plates and bowels piled with food.
“Jesus Christ!” Melody squeaked, shocked at the sudden appearance of all the fine cuisine the English could provide.
The table was coated in food, more than Hermione had ever seen before. All of the other tables were coated similarly. The hall roared at the sudden gift, and at once everything that had been started before started back up again at an even greater pitch.
She reached into the platter of sliced meat, trying to glimpse Padma from behind the pile as she stacked her plate.
“Make sure you try the stuffing!” Hermione thought she heard Pavrati say as a few students started singing.
“Here squirt, try some mead.” A jolly brunette said, passing a pitcher of thick golden fluid down the table, which Melody accepted with a happy little gasp.
Hermione poured herself half of a goblet of what she assumed was wine. “Remember to eat something before you have any alcohol Melody.” She chided her sister as she poured the liquor for her sister.
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Harry was enjoying himself, because the night had certainly taken a turn for the better.
Here he was, in the grandest hall he had ever imagined possible. Everywhere there were wonderfully decorated pillars and walls, reaching up to meld into the very fabric of the sky itself.
Food piled tall on huge golden platters, cauldrons broiling with soups and pitchers and pitchers of every drink imaginable.
And to top it all off, he had even gotten a seat next to the two girls he had been interested in before. The oldest of the pair sat with tense poise next to him, slowly nibbling her way through a pile of chicken stuffing.
She made quite the contrast with his sister, who was working her way through an entire glazed ham in a competition with Ron and his sister Rachel.
He supposed that it was good that the three could get whatever it had been it out of their systems without beating each other into a pulp, but their shrapnel was finding itself into his soup and he was getting annoyed by it.
“Violet you should try something else,” he pleaded with her, “there is more here than just ham.” He said, motioning to a plate of honey-coated biscuits.
His twin gave the redheads an untrusting look, and swiped a stuffed bun from a nearby basket. Fingering it possessively, like she was afraid someone would take the one she had grabbed instead of one of the thirty still on the platter.
As he contemplated his sisters neurosis, someone nearby started playing music.
Harp notes floated over the sound of thousands in idle chatter or eating. Harry turned back to the frizzy hared brunette who pulled her cloak a little closer together as he shifted to face her on his chair. “Hello, I’ am Harry Potter.” He greeted her as clearly as he could.
The girl started and gave him an almost incredulous look, like he had just declared to her that he had secretly been a fish this whole time.

But before she could comment, someone else butted into the conversation. “Harry Potter! We’ve heard of you!” A dark skinned child from across the table interrupted in thickly accented English, her magic flickering against his curiously.
“We’ve heard you killed Tom Riddle!” The slightly shorter of the two girls said, letting her cloak fall open casually.
He shrugged. “I’ve heard that too. Don’t remember it though.”
“Tom Riddle?” The frizzy haired girl seemed to ask herself. “I think I’ve heard that name before.” She seemed to return to herself. “I’m Hermione Granger, by the way…”
Harry nodded politely, still not entirely sure how he was supposed to be handling himself in situations like this but pleased at his success so far. Hagrid had been a decent teacher when he had been around. His expertise had been closer to Vernon’s though, and so the amount of time expended teaching them how to interact with other people their age had been rather limited.
And his interactions with Dudley were unlikely to help him here. He doubted any of the girls would appreciate a head-butt.
Which meant he was working with what he had learned the past few days and his gut.
He figured that was ok though, it was usually enough.
The fact that he and his sister had terrified most of the other children on the island because he had chosen to act on their wits, instead of asking Petunia or Trude for instructions, was something he didn’t even bother considering.
“That’s my sister” He gestured to his sister and promptly introduced Violet. “The one inhaling a ham.”
“Murgle…” His twin trailed off eloquently in greeting, before she traded off to start working to disembowel a melon.
Draco leaned across the table, interjecting himself into the conversation as well. “Draco Malfoy!” He introduced himself rather grandly, especially for someone whose elbow was in the butter.
The brunette gave them both a rather unimpressed onceover, while the dark skinned girls giggled. “Your elbow…” She pointed.
His friend blinked owlishly before jolting back with a startled squawk. Then he settled for leaning back against Pansy and sulking while ignoring the chuckles from the students around them.
Harry took a second to try another scoop of the most delicious mashed potatoes that he had ever had. He ignored the way they practically melted in his mouth and returned to the engagement.
“So, does you sister have a name?”
Hermione rolled her eyes, and moved to grab the smaller girl away from a bottle of whiskey. “Melody I said to eat something first!”
The smaller girl’s face was already pretty pink, so he wasn’t quite sure why the girl bothered.
“The Easterners are Padma, Parvati and Nimmi.” She said, jabbing a thumb at the trio of girls across the table that had gone back to eating and talking in a language he didn’t speak.
“Awe, aren’t they cute,” a bubbly and familiar voice asked, “Already getting along and everything!” Tonks’s voice came from behind him.
He spun, in time with a suddenly disgruntled looking Hermione. Tonks stood tall behind them. Now dressed in a set of less hideous, but still nauseating yellow robes.
The teen fondled a wedge of cheese, while Penny swooped up behind her. “Not giving them any ideas I should hope?” The other teen asked through gritted teeth.
Tonks just gave her a lazy grin in reply.
Harry thought she was going to leave it at that, but was thankfully disappointed.
Penny gave her an untrusting look, but turned back and started yelling at a pair of boys who might have been Ron and Rachel’s brother.
The color changing teen just held a finger to her lips, winking at all the prying eyes at their table.
Then she spun Penny around and proceeded to use her tongue to clean the back of the other girl’s mouth out. She held the squirming younger teen for nearly a full five seconds, before detaching their mouths with an audible pop.
Penny moaned and stared glassy eyed for a moment, focusing on the string of saliva still connecting their mouths.
“Tonks you ass!” She hissed, eyes flicking nervously to the tables around them while she flushed with embarrassment.
Harry noticed that no one seemed that unperturbed by the display. Other than Hermione and a few others, who he assumed must have been from Abrahamic nations.
Tonks turned back to them with a flourish, wrapping her arm around a sputtering Penny. “First thing you kids get to learn is that that kind of stuff isn’t taboo for the likes of us.” She gave their table a hungry grin. “But we’ll tell you the rest of the details after the feast.”
It turned out that the rest of the feast wasn’t that interesting. With Draco still pouting in embarrassment and Hermione still in shock, he was more or less left with a slightly pudgy boy named Neville to talk to.
While he certainly tried to add something to the conversation, the Patil twins seemed to be content to heckle him playfully between bites. Something made easier by the fact that there was two of them.
Ultimately he spent most of the feast, eating or listing to the various bards singing tales of magic and adventure.
And eating delicious food, he wouldn’t soon forget that part.
After he couldn’t eat any more he leaned back to relax. An action, he noted that seemed oddly in time with the rest of the people in the hall.
Dumbledore stood again, probably to give another speech, and Harry found himself going over his thoughts on the man who was his liege.
If he had never been impressed before, this would be the time. The feast had been massive, a display of opulence that even he could recognize despite being untrained in such things.
His magic felt to Harry almost like the sun itself. With power washing off of his core in waves that seemed to bend reality itself, giving his visage glow look that was almost off-putting in its strength.
The man himself was almost equally impressive.
To the naked eyes he gave the impression of old power. His electric blue robes dazzled the eyes, as the golden laurel on his head sparked in the light. His golden staff gripped firmly in hand, but not leaned against.
It was a tool and a symbol of his authority, not some mere crutch.
He still stood tall though he was greyed and with a long beard. He did not seem weak in the slightest, and his voice boomed easily across the strange room. “Now I know you all must be eager to continue the night,”’ he said, “But if you’ll allow me just a moment to get some formalities out of the way first we can all be on our way.”
“First off I would like to remind everyone that the forests beyond the outer walls are, as their name suggests, forbidden to all students or staff without proper permissions.” His glasses swept the room, and the two boys Penny had been yelling at earlier gave him a wave.
Dumbledore chuckled. “As for the second point, I cannot stress enough that fights and duals should be confined inside the areas of the castle actually reinforced against such things. That goes double for any magical shenanigans.” His bushy eyebrows wiggled as he spoke.
“The third and final message I feel important enough to impart to you all tonight is that the third floor library on the third tier is strictly forbidden.” His voice was serious. “Terrible danger awaits any who would venture there, and I would advise everyone to wait for the staff to clear it out before making any attempts to enter, whether through subterfuge or other means…”
His visage brightened, and so too did the whole room. “Now that that dreary business is over I would like to wish everyone a good night, and a grand new term here at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry!”
It seemed like that was the call for everyone to leave, or at least the new students, as Tonks and Penny were suddenly somehow at their table. “Alright you brats,” Penny growled out while shooting a glare at Tonks, who just smiled back in false obliviousness, “it’s time to head to the dormitories.”
“Yeah, you lot need a bath!” Tonks grinned, holding her nose and waving away imaginary scents to giggles from most of the nearby students.
“But they get to stay.” Pansy whined, pointing to the older students who had taken to lounging and idle conversation as the staff and new students trickled out.
Penny just raised an eyebrow. “Don’t even remind me…”
It was quite a long walk to the dormitory. Harry spent a large portion of which, trying to reign in Violet, who had decided to go looking for their suddenly absent dragon using only the barest hints of his magic.
It was a difficult task, made all the harder by his urge to gawk at literally everything around them. The castle was unspeakably opulent, thick carpets and endlessly shifting tapestries glowed in the light of oil fixtures that lit up as their group passed by.
And as they passed out onto an open aired bridge, he suddenly found himself lost in the sky. It was full and powerfully colored, with reds and purples mixing wildly across an endless canvass.
It reminded him of the seas, and of his home on their shores.
So Harry forced his limbs into motion again, his core warning him of his twin’s wanderings, but as he moved he found himself bumping into a slightly taller frame and a barrier made of bushy brown hair.
The feeling was powerfully intense. Almost like his first few unions with Violet, or his convergence with Dior had been the night before. He nearly recoiled at the sensation, and it made him wonder why he hadn’t tried to touch more girls than he had so far.
“Oh God…” Hermione squeaked in shock, clearly having been caught up in the same sky he had been.
And now she was standing there looking at him like she had no idea that had just happened. Not that Harry really new either. “Sorry…” She trailed off awkwardly, pulling her younger sister closer and closing her cloak further.
Harry nodded back to her, wishing she would open her cloak instead, feeling his blood shifting around his body as her core floundered around at their accidental touch.
There was an actual flash of light as their cores connected involuntarily, and then suddenly Tonks was there between the two of them with her staff crackling. “Well aren’t you two little love birds eager.” She teased them salaciously, a tremendously amused grin on her face.
“And we haven’t even gotten back yet, can you believe it Penny!” She asked the other teen in a loud whisper. “These two are already getting started, and we haven’t even had time to explain the basic techniques.”
Hermione blushed fantastically, hiding the dusting of freckles across her nose. “You can’t be serious!” She gasped in shock.
“She isn’t…” Penny trailed off, “yet.”
“YE-urk” Hermione was cut off as the changeling put her into a headlock.
“Now, now good Christian,” She said in a tone that was more amused that apologetic, “No one’s gonna make you do something you don’t want… with a few possible exceptions of course.”
“Which we will go over, once we get to the dorm… though, I suppose it’s more of an ‘if we ever get there’ at this rate.”
Tonks just laughed and released Hermione, who growled up at her traitorously. “I swear to God! Why are you all are so indecent?” The brunette said as they began walking again.
“It’s really not that bad Hermione.” Neville interjected, trying to calm her down. “You’ll get used to it.”
The Indian trio just giggled at him. “I’ve never met a person who’s embarrassed to be naked before.” Nimmi chirped out.
“You guys are all so weird.” Melody groaned, more than a slight slur in her voice, which seemed to remind Hermione of her obligations.
“And you with your drinking!” She grabbed the smaller girl by the ear and dragged her after their teenage guides. “I ought to spank you till you can’t sit down.”
He felt a presence nearby, and he turned to see Draco and Ron standing side by side not arguing or threating each other, just staring after her.
“Well Potter old chap, I leave that one to you…” He said haughtily, wiggling his eyebrows in amusement, while Pansy and Dior both rolled their eyes at them.
Ron, on the other hand, gulped audibly as the pair walked away. “You don’t think she really means that do you Malfoy?” He questioned apprehensively, gripping the hand of his staff and eyeing his surroundings cautiously.
Not cautiously enough to see his own twin right behind him. “Oh for the love of… She isn’t mom you mope.” The girl soothed, rolling her eyes at her brother none the less.
The three traded a look of shared suffering, and Harry was suddenly reminded that he hadn’t seen is own twin in almost five minutes of walking.
“Oh, shit!” He turned to Dior. “Have you seen Violet?”
The aristocratic blonde shrugged. “She said she was going to look for your guys’ drake.”
She clearly didn’t understand. They didn’t understand that Violet without supervision was bound to get up to all sorts of trouble. And that was before she had gained access to a city-sized magic castle and an acid spitting drake.
He knew he needed to go look for her, so he pushed his way up to the front of the group. Just as he was about to ask them, Tonks and Penny turned around and pointed to an elaborate fountain.
“This, my dear protégées is the entrance to Dormitory Cricket! This is where most of you will be spending most of this year!”
“It looks like a fountain?” One of the girls nearby said.
Indeed, as far as Harry could tell it was just a fountain, and not even a very elaborately decorated one at that.
Penny grinned at that. A small and secret grin, but it was there none the less. She tapped the fountain with her wand and it slid off to the side, revealing a closely twisting staircase.
“Tonks listen-” He tried to warn the teen, but she just brushed him onto the staircase with the rest of the students.
“Come on in everyone.” He heard Penny say over the sound of the fountain grinding closed above them. “Now we can-” There was an awkward pause. “How on earth did you get here?” He heard the teen say as he reached the bottom of the staircase.
When he brushed through the crowd he saw his sister was stroking George’s scutes, lazing on a pillow and glaring at them. “How did you guys find this place?” She said, pouting angrily with her hands on her skinny hips. “This was gonna be my hideout.”
He had no real idea how to think about that. Harry was still mostly annoyed by her wandering off after he had told her specifically not to. So he stayed quiet, simply giving her a warning look, which she ignored with a grin that she pretended to shoot at their group.
He could feel an almost haughtiness to her magic, as he reached out to her with his own in quiet in disapproval. She merely continued grinning at them wickedly, while Tonks and Penny asked each other how she had managed to arrive before them.
“Ok whatever!” Penny shouted, giving up. “Everyone take a good look around, because this is your new home for the foreseeable future.”
“This doesn’t make sense.” He heard Hermione groaning from nearby, as they took in their surroundings. “We didn’t even go that far down! How can this room possibly have a vaulted ceiling?” She pleaded with no one in particular.
It did have a rather impressive ceiling, a glass ceiling actually, that let in the last light of the dying sun.
It was accented by the forty foot tall tree shaped tower that took up most of the room’s center.
“This,” Tonks said, leaning against the wooden towers spiraling external staircase, “is where the boys and twins will sleep.”
She gestured grandly to the large rest of the room, and all of the piles of pillows and blankets. “The girls will sleep down here.” She winked. “So the lads can get a good look at you. They have to see the goods in action-” Penny’s hand cut off whatever suggestive thing she was about to say when she slapped it over the shape changers mouth.
Penny gave her an annoyed look, before turning back to them. “My friend’s idiotic ramblings reminded me about what we were actually supposed to finish explaining earlier, so everyone gather around so I can finish explaining.”
“Save all your questions for later. And if you already know this stuff, please stay quiet so that others can hear me.” She said.
Penny sat down on the steps of the tower, motioning to the floor before her. So Harry grabbed his sister by the wrist, and forced her to follow the other children to the piles of pillows.
As everyone got themselves more comfortable, they started. “Alright, as you probably already noticed. There are a lot more girls in the wizarding world than boys. This has a lot to do with ancient history and so I won’t bore you with the gritty details, that’s Binns’ job.”
Tonks picked up. “Suffice to say that the standard family structure for us is different than that of the mundane. We call it the Coven and there is a decent amount different from the polygamous practices of the muggles. It could be best described a collection of females, bonded to a single wizard. There are a large number of different bonds that a wizard can form that can help constitute a Coven,” She grinned again, “but the most obvious is the mating bond which is formed when you have sex for the first time.” She finished in an almost suggestive manner.
“But it is entirely possible to form one of the other so called Coven Bonds, which can easily become a coven even if you don’t actually want it to. That means be careful of what you stick your dicks into, and what you do around here, if you don’t know how to control your magic.” Penny finished exasperatedly, shifting slightly and punching Tonks in the shoulder.
He glanced at Hermione, and realized that she was eyeing him in the same breath. Had they almost bonded earlier, did Tonks save them from an accident like that?
The mousy teen continued. “You will actually have a class about this tomorrow, so we don’t need to go into too much depth now. But there are a few things we need to cover besides the obvious sex one.”
“So for tonight’s purposes, I should only really only need to go over two other bonds. The first is what is what is called the Life Bond, it forms when you save someone’s life from certain death outside of the battlefield.”
Penny sighed explosively. “This is possibly the most serious bond you can end up in, as it can only be broken by returning the favor, and because it makes you and everything in your possession a possession of the one who saved your life.”
Tonks slid behind her and wrapped her arms around her neck, nuzzling her hair affectionately. “It’s how I ended up stuck with doofus here.” She jabbed her finger back at Tonks, who turned her hair crimson, and she laid her chin on top of the shorter girls head.
“Admit it, I’ve grown on you.” The shape changer challenged.
Penny rolled her eyes, but he could see that she was fighting back a smile. “Like mold on cheese maybe.”
Tonks squeezed her in a hug. “Awe, someone’s in love!”
“Tonks not now!” She growled out warningly as the older teen started groping her.
But they were interrupted. “So wait, if you’re both girls how does that work out?” An Arabic looking girl asked the question they were all thinking.
The changeling grinned down at them lecherously. “You lot will get to find out in just a couple of minutes.”
Penny, having managed to untangle herself from Tonks’s affection, answered them. “She is a metamorphagus. It means that she can change her shape. Yes, including that shape.” She blushed a little, but she continued undaunted. “The other point that we were supposed to tell you is the conquest bond.”
“This bond is one that is formed by a girl losing a fight against a suitor. It doesn’t form under all circumstances, he has to actually challenge your core to start the ritual and you have to lose for the bond to form.”
Both Penny and Tonks gave them slightly more serious looks. “It is important that you remember that no one can force you to accept this kind of fight, but if you lose it, you lose your freedom in essentially the same manner as the Life Bond.”
The two gave them all a look, then shared a grin. “Alright, let’s get this show on the road..” The thin brunette said with an almost resigned sigh, despite the smile that still lingered on her face.
Tonks whooped, and leapt up. “Listen up you little hellions!” She said excitedly. “It’s time for my favorite part of the first day. Her face split into the widest grin he had seen her wear yet. “Bath time…”
The way she said it was almost ominous, and Harry felt a sudden lump forming in his gut. The kind he usually got right before something incredibly embarrassing happened.
“Bath…” Neville gulped out, looking nervous.
Tonks raised her arm and gave the pit of her robe a deep smell and grimaced slightly. “Ok, we should get going.”
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Ok so fuck… day one is still rolling.
But I wanted to get this baby out for you guys sooner than later, so the rest of the day will be finished in the next chapter. Mostly because the time I will have to write in the next few months will be limited.
Also and more importantly, next chapter is where I get to write the lewds.
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