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Chapter 31: The Deadly Hallows

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“My Lord, you are most merciful, I am unworthy of you,” said a kneeling Lucius Malfoy.

“Truer words have never been spoken to us, Lucius,” replied Voldemort. “We should feed your soul to the Dementors for your treason. However, we have decided to give you a final opportunity to begin the process of regaining our trust. Know though that if you fail us again it would be wisest of you to chose for yourself the manner of your death rather than leave it for us to do, as we will not be merciful in our choice.”

“I understand, my Lord, I will not fail you, I pledge my life upon it.”

“No, Lucius, you pledge your life and that of your family upon it. If another Malfoy fails us again we shall eradicate you all from the world.”

“I understand, my Lord, your judgment is just. I beg you, please tell me what my task is so that I may prepare to serve you and earn your trust.”

“We are assembling all of our servants for the largest strike against the Ministry to date. This shall be our victory blow. We will attack and capture Hogwarts. As part of this we shall kill the faculty, and kill or capture the students there in the houses of Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff. Of particular interest to us is the death of Harry Potter, it is essential that he be killed as quickly as possible. Once we have destroyed Hogwarts, killed their chosen one, and are holding their children hostage, the Ministry will be forced to negotiate peace on our terms."

“But…, my Lord …attack Hogwarts? It has very strong wards, how will be breach it?”

“The same way we breached Azkaban, we shall attack from within. There is a way, only we know of it, that leads into the heart of the castle. We shall attack at Midnight on the 31st, the witching hour of All Hallows Eve. You, Lucius, are to recover yourself sufficiently to aid us in this assault.”

“Yes, my Lord, I shall be ready to serve you by All Hallows Eve.

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“NOOOOO, please noooo! Somebody — please help me, please, somebody help me,” came the anguished voice of Marcus Flint. Outside the Ministry of Magic building it was a beautiful Sunday afternoon, children were playing in the sunshine, young couples were making love in their secluded hideaways, and the older folks were enjoying a pleasant afternoon of rest and recreation. Deep inside the bowels of the Ministry building Marcus Flint was screaming in terror as he was being carried to the Black Room, there to have his soul fed to the Dementors.

The job of supervising the quasi-execution had been assigned by Hooch to Hermione Granger. She led the escort party of official witnesses down to the lower levels beneath the cellblocks. Marcus had been magically bound to a hospital gurney and levitated by her so that he could make the journey. After basic medical care to ease the after effects of his painful interrogation and subsequent traumatic castration by Hermione, Flint had languished in a bare cell awaiting a final decision from the Wizengamot on his case. There had been some debate over applying the final sanction to one so young, but the Minister had stood firm on the issue of making an example of Flint. The warrant had been issued, and the Dementor’s kiss was to be applied without further delay or opportunity for appeal.

Hermione almost felt a bit sorry for Marcus as he pleaded so piteously for mercy the whole way down. It struck her that, once they were alone in the chamber it would not be that difficult to use a stunning curse on him. At least the poor bastard would be unconscious while it happened. But when she was tempted by thoughts of mercy, she remembered how Marcus had acted towards her and other “lesser beings” at Hogwarts. She knew full well that if Voldemort came to power this is probably what would happen to all the ‘mudbloods.’

She wondered momentarily of what would happen if their situation was reversed, would Marcus feel pity for her as he carried her to meet such a horrible fate? “That’s a stupid question,” Hermione thought to herself immediately. She knew the answer, the sick fuck would be enjoying every moment of it. That knowledge hardened her resolve; Marcus Flint’s pleas for mercy would go unanswered. Hermione calmly read the warrant to the entry door and waited patiently while it opened to receive the now hysterically screaming Flint. Inside, she could see that the Ministry loyal Dementors had already gathered in anticipation. It was feeding time.

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Just before dark a search team finally found Filch. He was delirious and wandering in circles deep inside the Forbiden Forest with his body covered with mud and insect bites. Taken to the Hospital Ward he was found to be suffering from exposure and exhaustion, but was otherwise unhurt. When asked how he came to be naked in the forest he had only babbled incoherently. Madam Pomfrey, the school nurse, promptly gave him a revitalization potion and put him to sleep. The story was soon let out to everyone, with a little help from Harry, that old Filch had finally gone barking mad and was a complete nutter. That night, Harry went to the Gryffindor dormitories and went through Dean Thomas’ school belongings before they were collected. He found the letter where Dean’s mum had asked him for more blood. Harry knew it might be valuable some day.

The news in school the next morning was all about Dean Thomas’ arrest for attempted rape. Harry did his best to remain detached from the gossip, although many students who passed him in the hallway mumbled to Harry that he had been right about Dean all along. There was definitely no sorrow expressed over his fate.

At breakfast, Professor McGonagall had looked fit to be tied. She had lost the use of her sneak to be her eyes and ears about Harry’s activities; and by having supported Dean’s claims against Harry she was now made to look a damned fool in everyone’s eyes. Harry knew from her look that she suspected that he was involved, but since Harry was known to be under house arrest, and had been seen by a number of students to be at Hogwarts, to pursue the issue would only make it look like she was persecuting him. Still, it was hard for Harry to not grin like an idiot as he innocently ate his scrambled eggs and sausage under her steady fuming gaze.

After he had completed the morning DADA classes, under the highly inquisitive gaze of Professor Balzhoff, who knew better than to try and ask Harry about his weekend activities, Harry had Hedwig deliver a personal letter to Desiree. That letter resulted in the delivery the next morning of a package and two letters. The package was delivered to the Ravenclaw girl’s dorm and was lying on Luna’s bed when she returned from lunch. Written on the outside wrapping were the words ‘from someone you trust.’

The first letter arrived at the police headquarters building in Godric’s Hollow addressed to Deputy Chief Security Warden Penelope Clearwater. Penelope was in a bad mood as she looked through her mail. That little Thomas prick had whimpered like a bitch all through his arraignment that morning about how he was innocent, and didn’t know what they were talking about. “At least that piece of shit won’t be raping anyone else, ever!” she thought to herself as she tore open the envelope. The healers at St. Mungo’s had found that the delay in getting Thomas to the hospital had made the traumatic rupture of his cock and balls irreversible.

The only course open had been to amputate, and Penelope had been allowed to watch, but they had steadfastly refused to let her keep his cock despite the offer of a generous bribe. Some bullshit about professional ethics, or something. Whatever, she had just thought it would have made an interesting souvenir. But, oh, how the little bitch had squealed when he found out he was now permanently gelded. With that happy memory bringing a smile to her lips, she looked inside the envelope and saw it contained ten pre-paid passes to a suite at the Golden Unicorn. She gasped and damned near fell out of her chair as she saw them, it would have cost her more than six months pay on a Deputy Chief’s salary to get these. Ten free nights in a luxury suite…, a gourmet dinner and breakfast, whatever and however much liquor she wanted, exotic blends of the finest drugs, and rapturous all-night sex with an incredibly endowed stud elf. Fuck!

She quickly checked inside the envelope for a card. Why would anybody send them to her? She had readily accepted bribes in the past, it was the expected thing to do here, but nothing on this scale had ever been offered. Whoever it was must want her to kill someone for them, and for ten nights in the Unicorn she just might do it too. But the card inside simply said, ‘a free gift from an anonymous admirer, enjoy.’

The second letter was from Fleur to Harry. It told him to be at the cavern where Merlin’s crystal was located the following night right after final curfew. It took Harry a bit of effort to make it, but he was able to get there at the appointed time. To his surprise he found Fleur was already there waiting for him. She was very nicely dressed and looked quite sexy, which was quite out of place for a woman in an underground cavern.

“How in the hell did you get here?” asked an astonished Harry.

“I can’t explain it right now, Harry,” she said. “But I’ve come to help you with Merlin, we need to go in and sleep. If we get to see Merlin then follow my lead.”

With that, she materialized two cots with pillows and blankets for them to sleep on beside Merlin’s crystal. Harry was tired from the day’s activities and was soon asleep; he awoke back in Merlin’s dreamscape where he had previously been. A few moments later he looked to his right and saw that Fleur had arrived there also.

“So this is what Hogwarts looked like a thousand years ago,” she said.

“Yes, and that’s Merlin coming towards us,” said Harry nodding towards the figure approaching them.

“You’re back so soon, Harry,” he said to Harry, but his eyes never left Fleur’s bosom. “Who’s your friend?”

“I am Fleur Delacour, Daughter of Albus Dumbledore, and eldest living descendent of Godric Gryffindor. I am also to be the Mother of your next generation of offspring. I wanted to finally meet you, Merlin,” she said in her sweet sexy voice. “I’ve heard so much about you from my father and Harry.”

“What did you want to see me about?” asked Merlin. Harry had already begun to notice the outline of a bulge forming in the crotch area of Merlin’s robes. Harry now realized how Fleur intended to get Merlin to release control of Excalibur.

“I felt sorry for you being caught in here all alone and so few visitors to brighten up your day. In fact I was given to understand that you haven’t had any intimate contact with a woman for a thousand years,” she said so very coyly. “My goodness that must get so painful on those long cold nights, all alone … no relief, … no comfort.”

The bulge in Merlin’s crotch was very pronounced now and was clearly throbbing. Even in a dream Fleur was really turning on the feminine pheromones as only a Veela could. Merlin wanted her.

“What do you want of me?” he asked bluntly, he was no fool.

“I want you to let Harry borrow Excalibur to defeat Voldemort,” she said in a very matter of fact voice as though it were only a small thing.

“I can’t give you the sword,” Merlin said. “I’ve never let another have it.”

“But it’s for a good cause, you know that. Harry is your descendent; he’s the father of my baby. I want him to live, I want Voldemort defeated, and you want these things too. Also, I want my father’s death avenged, and I would be very appreciative of someone who could help ensure that all those things happened.”

Fleur walked over to Merlin and snuggled her voluptuous body against his, pressing her breasts into him, and gently letting her knee brush against the throbbing erection just below his robes. “I promise that we would take good care of it and that I would make sure you got it back, in fact I would return it to you personally. I’ll still be in a very appreciative state of mind when I returned it. Just like I am now.”

She then turned Merlin’s face up and kissed him on the lips for a good ten seconds. One of those deeply sensual kisses that Veela’s use to drive a man wild with desire. When Fleur released Merlin to let him take a breath, Harry saw that Merlin’s face had gone red, his lips trembled, his hands went to hold her and pull her body closer into his.

Fleur placed her hand on the left side of Merlin’s face and began planting little kisses all over the right side while whispering in his ear. “Poor, poor Merlin …what a shame … you were once the greatest wizard of all time, and now you haven’t had any pussy for a thousand years. I know how to fix that problem. I bet it would feel so good to wake up in the morning with your balls completely drained. It would be so relaxing to just see your pecker laying there limp as a noodle instead of being able to serve as your own personal sundial.”

Merlin looked at a loss, as though he were wrestling with a great burden. Harry, who had already felt the power of a Veela upon his own lust, felt a bit sorry for Merlin. “Harry,” Merlin said barely able to turn away from Fleur, “Excalibur is dangerous. It is too powerful and if it ever fell into evil hands then the world could go into complete darkness forever. I’m not bullshiting you, boy. Think about what could happen if this goes wrong. What if Voldemort manages by some means to take it from you? He would be truly invincible then. You would die, Fleur and her family would die, your baby would die, your muggleborn friends would die, everyone who resisted him would die. Are you truly willing to take that chance, my boy?”

Harry had to admit that he hadn’t thought about that just yet. If something went wrong and he lost the sword then he was handing Voldemort a certain victory. But Harry saw no other real option. It was Merlin himself who suggested the artifact as a focus for his powers. If he couldn’t get a true coven together then he’d need all the strength of Excalibur to make up the difference.

“Merlin, I know it’s a risk, but it’s a risk I have to take. I only want the sword long enough to use it against Voldemort, then you can have it back. I promise you that.”

Merlin was unconvinced, but he was weakening against Fleur’s sexual enchantments. He made no further attempts at resistance as Fleur drew him back to her bosom and began kissing him again while gently stimulating the bulge in his robes. Perhaps it was just as well, Merlin thought as he looked into her beautiful blue eyes and allowed her to pull him under her spell. It had been so long since he had been with a beautiful woman, feelings that had long since been repressed out of desperation began to reawaken. The old needs, physical and emotional, called out to him to just give in. Why fight it?

Fleur walked over to Harry. “Remember our little conversation from the other day?” she asked quietly. “The part about when mummy tells daddy to go away he needs to do it? It’s time for you to go away, Harry; I’ll find you when I’m ready.”

Harry knew better than to object, he simply waved goodbye and left the clearing. He awoke from the dream world back in the cavern; Fleur was there asleep next to him. Calling Poontang to him, Harry had her stand guard over Fleur to protect her as she slept. Once Fleur awoke then Poontang was to return to her chamber beneath the tower. Using the Marauder’s Map, Harry was able to return to the Head Boy’s rooms without being spotted. There he went to sleep again, but in his own bed.

Harry awoke the next morning with a bit of a start; Fleur was there in his bed with him, nestled in his arms just as she had at the Golden Unicorn. As Harry stirred, she awoke and greeted him with a somewhat drowsy sounding good morning.

“How in the hell did you get in here?” Harry asked in total amazement. “Did anyone see you in the hallway? How did you pass the enchantments on the threshold?

“One: I have my own ways of getting around; two: no, because I didn’t use the hallways; three: those spells only work on students and I’m not a damn student here. Now that seems to have answered all your silly questions. While I take a well needed morning piss, why don’t you ask me something important like what happened with me and Merlin after you left.”

“All right, what happened, do you have the sword?” asked Harry as he watched Fleur go in the bathroom, drop her knickers, and take a seat on the toilet.

“First of all, your ancestor isn’t such a bad old guy; he was just really sexually frustrated and lonely. Of course, you were that way too not so long ago. I carried him back and gave him a little dream world sex to relieve the pressure, and some quality snuggle time to comfort him. Then another shag with me on top. That made him feel way better. He decided to let us use the sword, but there is a small problem….”

“I figured that —" exclaimed Harry. “There’s always a bloody monkey wrench in the works. So what’s wrong now?”

“Well, it seems that Merlin didn’t actually have the sword on him, Excalibur has a guardian. She is the one with the real possession of the artifact.”

“She…, the guardian is female,” Harry mused. “Who is it, what’s her name?”

Harry had to wait for his answer until Fleur had finished morning constitutional, wiped herself, and had flushed. “Honestly, Harry, why do you bother going to class if you’re not going to pay any attention,” she said as the sound of the flushing water roared in the background. “Who else would it be but Merlin’s sea nymph friend, Nimue. She’s the one who brought Merlin the sword the last time he needed it, and it was returned to her. She’s still got it hidden in the sea. We have to get it from her.”

“Oh, that’s just great, you slept with Merlin and all he gave you was the name of who has the sword we thought he had,” griped Harry.

“I think you’re just jealous that I balled your great-great-great granddad,” laughed Fleur. “And what’s worse I only did it in a dream, I didn’t even really do it with him. As for what I got for dropping my knickers, I know how to call Nimue to you and how to get her to give you the sword.”

“So how do I do all of this?” asked Harry.

“You take a specially enchanted seashell to any body of water connected to the seas, blow on the shell with it held beneath the water, and wait. Nimue will answer, eventually. She will test you and if you are descended of Merlin, and are a true warlock, and if you call it for a righteous cause, and you have a proper coven at your command, then she will show you the way to the sword’s final guardian, and you must draw it from her. When you are done with the sword you simply call her again and return the sword.”

“Let me guess…,” said Harry, “he doesn’t have the special seashell either, and I’ll have to go to someone else to get it, and do only the god’s know what for them.”

“How did you know, Harry?” asked Fleur. “Yes, you have to go before this powerful witch and convince her to retrieve the shell for you, but first she will demand that you perform bizarre acts of oral sex to pleasure her in order to entice her to do so. In fact you may have to repeat the acts a number of times to earn her cooperation.”

Harry could only stare at Fleur with a stupefied look on his face. “Are you kidding me?”

“No, Harry. The seashell horn to call Nimue was taken by Godric Gryffindor after Merlin was sealed in the amber. He placed it inside the Sorting Hat, along with his own sword, mere moments before his death. Only his true descendent, or heir, can retrieve them.”

Harry sat for a moment in thought, “In other words … wait a minute … that’s you.”

“Me,” said a grinning Fleur, licking her upper lip with the tip of her tongue in a way she knew raised Harry’s lust. Harry could see that he had his work cut out for him now.

“So you need to get to the Sorting Hat and pull out the shell thing?” he asked.

“I also need the sword as well. The Hat has Gryffindor’s wisdom, the sword has his power. With the sword in my possession I can wield far more power than I can now.”

“So you need help sneaking into McGonagall’s office to get to the hat?” asked Harry.

“I’ll take care of getting to the Hat, you let that be my worry. You need to assemble your coven, you have me and Gabrielle, you need at least one or two more witches. Work on that. Now, are you coming to the Unicorn this weekend?”

“I plan to, after the feast on Friday night.”

“We will see about getting to the Sorting Hat and the sword next weekend then. Everyone will be enjoying the All Hallows feast. We’ll work out the details when you show at the Unicorn. I’ve got to go now.”

Harry offered to carry Fleur out of Hogwarts under the invisibility cloak, but she refused. She told him to get a shower and she’d see herself out just fine. When Harry stepped out of the shower she was gone. Harry hadn’t a clue where, or how, she had left the room.

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Wednesday was another ordinary day at Hogwarts. It poured rain all day so everyone was trapped inside except for quick rushes to classes in the greenhouse, or out to the owlery. Harry spent the day at his classes growing bored, and horny. He wished so much for a Time Turner that could advance time so he could set it to become Friday night and he could just slip out for the weekend and go to the Unicorn. Hell, he thought, why not just set it to June and be done with this bullshit. But he knew that he was growing stronger physically, and that his magical powers were being honed as well. He still trained with Balzhoff after class, and he worked out both physically and magically in the Room of Requirement every afternoon and early evening. But it was so bloody boring.

He thought about leaving the castle that night and staying with Fleur, or Gabrielle if Fleur was busy, he wasn’t too sexually picky right now. But having lost her watch dog meant that McGonagall showed up more and more in Harry’s view. Filch was rather easy to throw off the scent, but McG wasn’t. What’s more, she was an animagus, like Harry’s father had been, but she could transform into a cat. It was becoming increasingly common now to see her in cat form lying still among the relics that lined the hallways. To most students they just thought of her as some witch’s familiar that had scampered off in search of a meal, but Harry knew what McG’s cat markings looked like. It was her sitting there behind that suit of armor licking her paws innocently while watching him go about his classes.

Late that afternoon, after his workout, Harry went up to his room after telling Ron in a voice loud enough to carry to where McGonagall was sitting that he was going to take a nap. The cat followed to the foot of the stairs. Harry knew she would put a spell on the steps to betray him if he came down them using his cloak, so he went through the mirror and slid down the rope to the lower chamber. Covering himself with the cloak he stepped out into the dungeons. He waited while a few Slytherins in the area had gone into their common room then he went for a prowl knowing that McGonagall’s beady eyes weren’t following his every move.

On the main floor he went to the library, sliding past the nosy librarian at the door, Madam Pince. Moving to the back he saw a familiar sight, Hermione with her nose stuck in a large book. She was very nicely dressed, not sexy in a regular sense, but she just carried herself in a more sexy way. Harry figured that a nice trip back to the Room of Requirement with Hermione in tow would put him back in form for the night.

Hermione jumped in her seat as she felt warm breath blow on the back of her neck. Then she heard Harry’s laugh and knew it was him using the cloak. “You know you are not supposed to have that in your possession, unless you just want to get expelled.”

“I know, but surely you didn’t think I’d give up my cloak just cause McGonny said to?” asked Harry as he sat unseen in the chair beside her. Reaching under the table he slipped his hand between Hermione’s thighs and started working upwards towards her crotch. “How about you and me spend some time together tonight.”

“No, Harry,” she whispered to the unseen figure beside her as she reached down and removed Harry’s hand from her crotch.

“Well I didn’t mean jump on the bloody table and shag right here, I mean lets go someplace private and have some fun.”

Hermione kept her eyes focused down at the book she was pretending to read, she knew in her mind what had to be done, but it was still going to be hard. “Harry, I don’t think we should see each other as lovers anymore. I’m going back to Ron.”

Harry was shocked, what had brought this on? “You don’t love me anymore, I don’t please you?”

“Harry, I do love you, and you do please me, but we both know that it’s Ginny you love, and I love her too. Did you know that over the weekend she found out that Dean was cheating on her all the time?”

“No, but I thought something like that was going on,” lied Harry.

“She was livid, she asked me to help her arrange for something really bad to happen to Dean this week, but something, or someone got to him first.”

“Well don’t look at me,” quipped Harry beneath his invisibility cloak. “I was here, how could I have fucked poor Dean up?”

“Everyone knows your Mum and Dad left you a large inheritance,” said Hermione. “The latest rumors going around school are that you bribed the Godric’s Hollow Constables to hurt Dean so you could get Ginny back.”

Harry wondered for a long moment why he hadn’t considered that possibility earlier, but it had just never occurred to him to hire out having Dean taken care of. “Well, I’m not sorry for what happened to the lying little shit, but I promise you I didn’t hire anyone to hurt Dean.” Which was technically true, he thought, the passes he’d had sent to Penelope were more of a reward for a job well done. It was perhaps a fine line of difference, but it worked for Harry.

“I believe you, Harry.”

“Then why won’t you come upstairs and have sex with me?”

“Cause you love Ginny, despite all this, you love her; and I love her too. She’s been through so much pain this year with losing Bill, and losing you, and then betrayed by Dean. I can’t betray her too, I love her too much. If she finds out that we are having sex it will hurt her so badly there is no telling what she might do.”

“She quit me, Hermione, not the other way around, I mean you even told…,” Harry hurriedly caught himself before he spilled the beans about having listened in to their conversation that night. “Well, never mind. So, anyway, Dean is gone now, she’s had three days to come to me and say ‘Harry I want forgiveness,’or ‘Harry I want you back,’ but she hasn’t showed.”

“And she’s not going to, not anytime soon,” replied Hermione in an angry tone. “She has her pride, she is not going to come to you on her hands and knees begging you to take her back. Outside of her family, everyone all her life has treated her as poor wizard trash; made fun of her second hand robes and worn shoes. For Merlin’s sake, Harry, she’s had to wear hand-me-downs transfigured from her brother’s old clothes most of her life. How would you like to wear knickers made from Percy’s old boxer shorts?”

It was slowly dawning on Harry that maybe he had made a number of miscalculations. Just because Dean was out of the picture didn’t mean Ginny was back in it, and now it was possibly driving Hermione away as well. This didn’t look good at all.

“So you are going to go back to Ron, someone you really don’t love.”

“Actually, I do have a sort of love for him,” she said, but with her eyes averted away from Harry as if trying to disguise a lie. “He doesn’t excite me physically the way you do, but he is a good man, and he’s Ginny’s brother. I’m going to have sex with Ron this weekend, we’ll make our relationship serious. When he asks me to marry him, I’ll say yes.”

“And when he makes love to you, will you pretend it’s me?”

“Maybe … at first …, but I’ll be his wife, I’ll be the mother of his children,” said Hermione, not even attempting to hide the tear that came rolling down her cheek.

“What about us? What about the fight against Voldemort?”

“I’m already in that fight, Harry. You know that, and I am still your friend. That’s why I am doing this. I’m breaking up with you to try and keep my friends, because sleeping with you when I know you really love Ginny would eventually cost me both of you, and Ron too. I’m not willing to pay that kind of price just to sleep with you. But whenever you have needed me, I have been at your side; I promise you that that won’t change. When the fight comes and you need my wand, I will be there.”

Harry knew that there was no reason to press this further. Hermione had made up her mind, and her reasoning, as usual, made sense. He leaned forward to place his lips beside her ear. “I will always be your friend, Hermione Granger, but I will always cherish in my memory those moments when we were more than friends.”

“As will I,” she replied with the tears falling more freely. Harry gave her a soft kiss on the cheek through the fabric of the cloak and left the library. This had turned into a revolting state of affairs, he was no closer to Ginny, Hermione intended to start having sex with Ron on the Hallows, and his balls were still full. That, at least, he knew how to fix, McGonagall or not, he was headed to the Unicorn for a few hours of R & R.

As Harry stood there leaning against the wall in vestibule that connected the main hall with the entry door to the library he saw, and heard, an unusual sight approaching. It was Luna, and those who were passing by her in the hallway were staring at her. That in itself wasn’t so unusual, it was why they were staring. Luna, being Luna, was totally oblivious to their stares, and smiled as if she was having the time of her life. When she had opened the package from a friend the evening before she had found something wonderful inside.

All her life she had been treated either as an imbecile or as a child. She loved her father dearly, but it exasperated her that he refused to buy her grown up clothes to wear, things a woman would buy to look sexy. Things like skimpy knickers, and pretty shoes, or sexy boots like the other witches liked to wear. When she had read the tag on the package she had instantly known it was from Harry, but why would he have sent it to her?

The contents of the box had left her in shock, inside were two smaller boxes, on one box was printed the name Donatello Versace, and on the smaller box was the name Manolo Blahnik. She knew both names from listening to the other girls talk. Beneath the boxes there were several smaller packages. Her hands trembled as she opened the inner boxes. Inside the Versace box was a backless evening dress in shimmering deepest black, she had seen pictures of clothing like this, but her hands had never touched material of this fine a quality. Inside the Manolo box was a pair of ladies evening sandals, also in black, with thin little straps to hold her feet to the soles, and ties to wrap around her ankles and up her legs. She had always wanted a pair of beautiful high heel evening shoes, but her father wouldn’t hear of it, he said they would hurt her feet and that she should just wear her old high top sneakers instead. Inside the other wrapped package was a selection of sexy thong knickers.

She had sat and cried as she held the gift from Harry in her hands, running her small fingers over the smooth lustry fabric of the dress, and holding the fine grain leather of the shoes to her nose. She knew that beautiful things such as these were expensive; such a gift as this had cost a fortune, or at least far more money than her family had ever had.

She could not possibly keep this, she had done nothing to merit such a present, but her curiosity had gotten the best of her and she had tried on the dress and the shoes, and a pair of the silk knickers. It had been difficult to walk a bit at first, but then she felt the material begin to move, to shape itself to her. The shoes began to adjust themselves as well, they changed shape to custom fit her feet and her balance. They were enchanted to fit their wearer, and that in itself was not cheap.

Luna had danced in front of the mirror all alone, pretending she was some fairy tale princess at a great elegant ball. It was easier to move, and she noticed that the dress definitely made her look sexier, and it made her small titties look bigger too. When she heard the others coming back into the Ravenclaw common room for the evening she had put everything back as she had found it and hid the box under her bed. But for hours that night after the others had fallen asleep she lay there, reaching under the bed every few minutes to touch the box just to be sure it was still there, that it wasn’t just another fantasy she had made up

All that next day she thought of the dress and shoes and that she had to give them back to Harry that night, but she finally decided that before she did she would wear them just one more time. So, after dinner she had put them on, made herself up with some cosmetics she had bought in Hogsmeade that her daddy didn’t know about, and had set out on a walk about the castle. She had known she would draw odd stares from other students, but fuck them, they did that anyway. After a walk around upstairs she had taken the stairs down to the library entrance.

As Harry watched Luna gracefully descend the stairs wearing the dress he had asked Desiree to buy for her, he was reminded of the time at the Yule Ball three years earlier when he had first realized that Hermione was growing into a beautiful woman. He had felt a hard throbbing feeling in his crotch that night, and the one he felt now was almost maddening. His eyes followed her as she carefully took each step down the staircase, the toes of her sandals poking out from beneath the hem of the dress as she stepped. As she reached the first floor and started towards the library entrance he could hear the clipping of her stiletto heels on the stone floor and see the way the fabric of the dress just seemed to glide around waist and legs; and, unless he was wrong, it looked like her tits were bigger.

The vestibule in front of the library entrance was octagonal shaped, with marble statues of famous wizard and witch writers from the past standing in silence on stone pedestals holding their arms in dramatic poses. Harry slipped the invisibility cloak off, and stepped silently into the shadow of a large statute of a very ancient looking wizard named Beadle the Bard.

“Do you like them?” he asked in a hushed whisper.

Luna jumped at the sound of his voice, but seeing him standing there, she looked torn between going to him, or running away. Harry held out his arms to receive her and she crossed the floor at the best thing to a dead run as she could do in the heels, and threw her arms around him.

“They are lovely,” said through tear filled eyes. “Oh, Harry you shouldn’t have, I can’t keep them, you’ll have to take them back.”

“But I had too, I always keep my promises if I can,” said Harry.

“What promise are we talking about,” she asked.

“I promised to make you a woman,” said Harry as he threw the invisibility cloak over them to hide them from any potential prying eyes.

“And you did make me a woman.”

“I just had sex with you,” corrected Harry, “when you looked in the mirror the next morning, did you really see a woman, or still just a girl.”

Luna bowed her head and blushed a bit, she had still felt girlish the next morning, not as much had changed as she had expected. Harry saw that he was right.

“But when you put on this beautiful dress, the elegant shoes, and those sexy knickers, and looked in the mirror, did you see a little girl smiling back, or a woman?”

“I saw a woman,” she said as she stared into Harry’s eyes in a deep soulful stare, as though he were the first person to truly know her. “But they are so expensive….”

“Well it isn’t as if the store will take them back after they’ve been enchanted and worn is it? So if you give them back I’ll just have to throw them away. And as for the money, I have enough set by that I can afford to be generous with my friends. So, I’ve kept my promise to you, and … I, erm … was wondering if you would keep your promise to me.”

“What promise is that?”

“That if I ever wanted to have sex with you again, that I could. May I have sex with you tonight?”

“All right,” she replied with a giggle. “Where do you want to go.”

“Right here is fine.”

“Harry, we can’t do it here,” said Luna with laugh of disbelief. “It’s almost first curfew, there’ll be a bunch of people leaving the library in a few minutes.”

“And none of them can see us under the cloak,” said Harry. Luna looked to continue her protest but Harry raised a finger to her lips and said “trust me.”

“Can I ask a favor?” she said with one of her funny smiles. “Will you fuck me like a bitch?”

“Now who told you about getting fucked like a bitch,” asked Harry, seeing that she really wasn’t sure what that meant.

“I heard some of the other girls talking about it, and it sounded like fun. So, can I be your bitch, just for tonight?”

“Umm hum,” said Harry. “You can be my bitch tonight, maybe longer if you do it right.”

“All right, I’ll try hard to get it right, do we take off our clothes like last time?” she asked.

“No, just turn around and lean across the pedestal like you are looking into the library, I’ll stand behind you and do all the rest.” Luna did as requested and Harry stepped up behind her. He lifted the hem of the evening dress and laid it across her back, exposing her backside to him from her heels up to her arse. Reaching between her thighs he hooked a finger into the thong of her knickers and moved them to one side to expose the opening to her vagina. The height of the heels was nearly perfect to give Harry proper access for a straight insertion into her pussy. Licking his fingers to prime them, and he began to slowly stroke her pussy. He felt her quickly respond to his touch, and he felt his own rapid response start to grow hard inside his trousers. With his other hand he fumbled with the zipper to free his rapidly swelling erection before he ran out of room and things got painful.

Lining himself up behind her, Harry rubbed the head of his cock against the opening of the vagina; it was still a very tight fit, but not as bad as the last time. With a little finagling he got the head started in and slid the shaft of his cock in to the root. Luna made sound that was sort of like a combination of a grunt and a squeal as he entered her.

The clock tower began to sound out the early curfew for the younger students as Harry began stroking his cock in and out of Luna. Reaching into her hair with both hands, Harry grabbed a handful of hair in each and pulled her back as he thrust forward to make her meet his thrust halfway. The sound of the impact between their bodies began to make a rhythmic pit-a-pat sound. The vestibule began to fill as the first, second, and third year students left the library for their respective common rooms. Between the covering of the invisibility cloak and the deep shadows around the base of the statuary around the room, Harry and Luna were effectively hidden from sight, but not from sound.

A group second and third year girls came out of the library talking and laughing, they stop when they heard the tapping sound of Harry and Luna fucking only a few feet away from them. The looked around for the source of the odd noise, and one of the girls began to walk towards the couple to investigate. Harry knew that the cloak only hid them from sight, and that if she walked into them and pulled over the cloak they would be exposed.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH,” Harry moaned in imitation of a ghost, Luna immediately began her own higher pitched ghost imitation. Then Harry began to slam into Luna harder making a louder slapping noise as their bodies met, Luna started making little yelping noises as Harry bottomed out inside her.

“GHOSTS!” the girls screamed and took off at a run down the hallway. The commotion in the vestibule drew the attention, and ire of Madam Pince, the school librarian.

“PEEVES!” she screeched at the unseen source of the noise, “I know that’s you out there, if you don’t get out of here right now I will call Professor Balzhoff and tell her to put you back in the crystal and give it to me. I promise you won’t like what I’ll do with it.”

Harry responded with mimicked taunts such as Peeves commonly gave when threaten and continued having sex with Luna. After a few more futile threats even Madam Pince gave up in disgust and went back in the library to shoo away from the door the students who had quickly gathered when they heard the rumor that two ghosts were shagging in the vestibule.

“Ohhh, Harry,” he heard Luna whisper as she came, and he was unable to hold himself any longer either. He let go of her hair and wrapped his arms around her slim waist and pulled her into him, then he relaxed and allowed himself to ejaculate inside her. After the last of his seed was surrendered he clung to her, taking deep breaths of air, and waiting for his heart rate to slow before talking.

“Damn, Luna, you’re good at this, are you sure the first time you been fucked like a bitch?”

“You know it is, Harry Potter.”

Harry leaned in and kissed her cheek, “I’m awfully glad you chose to be my bitch tonight. What do you say we get out of here and go someplace not so hot, or crowded? I know just the place.”

“Where?”

“The Astronomy Tower, there’s no one there now, and it’s a very private place.”

“All right.”

They eased out of the vestibule and took the stairs upwards towards the roof. This was not always an easy task as the stairs tended to change position, there were a few close calls as students or faculty passed them in the corridors or near the steps. At one point, Harry saw McGonagall pass by with out taking notice of them, she had a worried look on her face.

When they got to the final landing before the door to the top of the tower, Luna just sort of stopped and got that unusual wistful look on her face that she sometimes had. “What’s the matter?” Harry asked.

“There’s something warm and wet running down my leg, I think it’s your cum.”

“Do you want me to wipe it off for you?”

Luna thought about it for a few moments, and then shook her head. “No, … I kinda like the feel of it.” Typical Luna, thought Harry.

Atop the Astronomy Tower, Harry used his wand to produce a couple of thick blankets for them to snuggle together in against the late October chill. He offered to help Luna take her shoes off, but she declined and just crouched there in his arms with her head on his chest for a while. After a bit, with a smile and wink at Harry, Luna reached inside the cleavage of her dress and produced a small bag containing some of Professor Sprout’s magic herb, and some rolling papers. Harry watched with undisguised amusement as she expertly rolled a fat joint, and lit it using sparks from the tip of her wand. Taking a couple of puffs, she held the smoke in her lungs and slowly let it out, then passed it to Harry.

“Sprout’s premium, that’s some good shit, Harry,” she said, as Harry nodded his agreement.

“You really seem to like this stuff,” Harry said after a bit.

“Yeah, it makes life here a lot easier, especially when you always have everybody looking at you like you’re a freak, and you see things others don’t see; you need all the help you can get to just cope.”

“What sort of things?” asked Harry. “You mean like the Thestrals.”

“No,” laughed Luna. “Thestrals are gentle creatures that just look scary, sometimes I can see some of the really scary shit that’s out there. Ever since I was a little girl I had weird visions, and sometimes they came true. I saw my mother die before it happened. I begged her not to go into the basement that day, but she just said I had imagined it all and everything would all right. And she died. I was helpless to do anything about it. I’ve seen other things, but nobody ever took me seriously enough to do anything about it.”

“Do the visions always come true?” asked Harry.

“No, not always; sometimes what I see is not what I think it is, or I’m just plain wrong. But everyone thought I was mad. I’m not. I just stopped giving a shit about what others thought of me.”

“Hum,” mused Harry, in a half stoned daze. “Well, we are about as high as you can get at Hogwarts, in more ways than one. Look around and tell what you see out there now, what’s in our future.”

Luna lifted her eyes to meet Harry’s. “I see evil out there, Harry Potter, it’s all around us, watching us, and it’s coming here soon. I don’t know when it’s coming, or how it’ll get here, but something evil is going to happen here. And I see myself, I’m in a very dark place, and I’m floating there. I think it means I’m dead. That’s why I was so anxious to have sex the other night; I didn’t want die a virgin.”

“Well, I’m pretty sure that you are just plain wrong on that one, Luna,” said Harry. He knew the feeling of helplessness that Luna was describing. He had sat by helpless while his parents died, and Cedric, and Sirius, and Dumbledore, and now Tonks. He was tired of seeing people he cared about die and him not be able to save them. But if Merlin was right, and Harry could become a warlock, then he could use that power to save his friends. He had two witches committed for his coven, he might be able to count on Ginny or Hermione at a later time, but as he pressed Luna to his chest he felt that there was a really good probability that he had his third follower here in his arms. He couldn’t let anything happen to her.

“Luna, you have my word on this, you are not going to die anytime soon, cause I’m not going to let it happen. If anything bad does happen here then I will save you.”

“Thank you, Harry,” she answered with a smile. “I know you mean that sincerely, but sometimes I see you in my visions too.”

“What am I doing?”

“You are lying on the floor, staring up at the ceiling, and you’re dead.”

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Friday, October the 31st, dawned cold, cloudy and rainy. The winds swept down to provide the promise of the coming winter chill. Inside Hogwarts it was comfortable enough. Harry was busy supervising preparations for the night’s celebration. To magical people the day was known as All Hallows Eve, the traditional New Year festival from the time of the old magic. The muggles called it Halloween, and had certain strange customs of their own that they observed.

Tonight from the setting of the sun until the morning’s sunrise, the powers of magic were enhanced by nature. Tonight was the time that enchantresses would wait for to complete their most intricate and powerful spells. For most magi the night was a celebration of magic, a night to be spent with other magi in good cheer and camaraderie. There was a traditional feast and gifts, displays of magical prowess were common. That usually meant everyone who could would spend the night getting goggle-eyed pissed and trying to get laid.

Of course every hotel room in Godric’s Hollow was long since reserved; the Golden Unicorn was solidly booked till dawn. Both of Hogsmeade’s inns were solidly booked, and Harry knew from experience that the seventh years would already be packed to go this afternoon, and as soon as the feast and dance were over they would disappear into the night with their dates. Harry also planned to sneak out right after the dance and make for the Golden Unicorn. Desiree and both daughters would be working most of the night, but Harry had other plans for this evening.

Since tonight was the sixteenth anniversary of his parent’s murder, Harry intended to return to the cemetery at Godric’s Hollow at Midnight to place flowers on their graves. Tonks was also buried there, and Harry planned to spend a few moments at her grave as well. He knew better than to simply ask McGonagall for permission, she wouldn’t let him since Voldemort had already shown a propensity for attacking on the Hallows. In fact, all Ministry security forces were on alert for trouble. Poontang was on weekend duty and would serve as Harry’s double while he was gone for the weekend. Harry would be seen going to bed early with a good book, then disappear through the mirror and down the rabbit-hole.

All day long Harry kept noticing that McGonagall popping up around him, watching his movements. She had lost the use of her chief snitch while Mr. Filch was recovering in the hospital ward; late that afternoon, Filch was released from the Ward so that he could enjoy the holiday weekend in his own quarters. Harry knew that even though he was out and about again that it would be a while yet before he would able to get up to his old tricks; and if he did, then Harry had some more tricks of his own in store for him. McGonagall hadn’t pressed Harry on what had happened to Filch, but Harry thought that she was still suspicious of him in the affair. Harry knew that nothing could be proven short of Veritaserum, and he kept a stock of Fibber pills on him at all times in case he needed to neutralize the truth potion.

As he directed students in levitating the decorations into place he heard, and smelled, Hagrid come up behind him. “Thar’s sumtin I needs to be telling yah Harry,” he said. “Professor McGonagall is afraid yah mite try an slip out tonight, she’d be wantin me to be watchin yah this evening. She’s securing the castle gates with special spells to detect yah leavin.”

“Hagrid, I’ve already told her I’m leaving Hogwarts for winter break in a few weeks, probably for good. Why would I bother to slip out now? Anyway, I can walk out any time I choose and there isn’t a bloody thing she can do about it. What’s got her knickers in a wad all of a sudden now?”

“I don know, but the Ministry is scart that You-know-who will try sumtin tonight. It’d be jus like him. Anyhow, I’ll be roamin tha grounds armed all night, plus we’ll do a full lock down on tha gates. That hasn’t happened since Sirius was thought loose in the castle back three, four year ago now.”

“Well just between you an me, Hagrid, I’m going to work out a bit, then find a good book, go to my room, read a bit, then get a nice clean pair of cotton gloves out. I plan to be asleep pretty quick after that. If you know what I mean.”

“Tha I do Harry my lad, tha I do. When you’re as fat, hairy, and plain ole butt ugly as I am you learn to depend on them gloves for your sanity. But I jus wanted to give fair warning to stay put.”

That all worked to the good, thought Harry. The more secure McGonagall felt Harry was for the night the less she’d try to bother him. The second odd thing that Harry noticed was the Crabbe and Goyle seemed to be following him around as the evening hours drew near. They never got too close, but they were shadowing him. Something was up. Harry figured that another ambush was in the works or some nasty trick in the planning. At the evening feast Harry made sure he stayed very visible to everyone.

The All Hallows feast went off without a hitch. The feast was followed by the Yule Ball, and as Head Boy and Girl it was up to Harry and Pansy to lead off the first dance. Harry, ruefully remembering the painful thumps in the nuts she had given him earlier that week, would just as soon have danced with a Dementor, but there was no way out of it. Leading Pansy onto the dance floor, Harry bowed while she curtsied, then they danced around the floor for a few minutes until the other couples joined in.

“I hear your former girlfriend has picked up Longbottom for the evening as her escort now that Dean will be unavailable for the foreseeable future,” remarked Pansy as they danced. “Rumor is it was probably a lucky thing for Dean he got injured in that nasty fall over in Godric’s Hollow. Ginny was probably preparing to kill him next time she saw him. Do you know that there are actually rumors going around that Dean was shagging Millicent out by the greenhouse? Millicent denies that she had anything to do with him; says she thought he was a bloody great git. Would you happen to know how those rumors got started, Harry?”

“I’m afraid not,” replied Harry. “Ginny and I don’t keep company anymore. I’m unattached.”

“Really … so what are you doing after the dance, Harry?” asked Pansy. “You know you are still welcome to drop by and pet my kitty.”

“I’ll pass on that, Pansy. Besides four is definitely a crowd for kitty petting I’m told.”

“What do you mean by four? I’m talking about you and me, this ain’t no throwdown, so no spectators allowed.”

“Well, it seems that everywhere I’ve gone today your bloodhounds have tracked behind me. So I’m beginning to get that little twitchy feeling between my shoulder blades like I got last time from Yaxley that I’m being setup for an ambush.”

Harry saw the sardonic grin on Pansy’s face disappear. “What do you mean by my bloodhounds, Harry?”

“Crabbe and Goyle have been shadowing me all day, following me around, acting like they think I don’t know they are there.”

“Harry, I have no knowledge of any attempts on you. I made it clear to all the Slytherin’s to leave you alone after the thing with Yaxley, which I was not part of anyway. We don’t want any more trouble with the Ministry. If Crabbe and Goyle are really following you then it’s something they’ve come up with on their own, or they are doing it at someone else’s behest. Of course, I know you probably won’t believe me.”

Harry looked into her face and found himself saying something he never thought he would hear himself say, “Actually, I do believe you. But I’m still just going to get a book and read tonight.”

“Sure you are, Harry. You’re going to go up to the seventh floor and meet with someone; then the two of you will disappear into the Room of Requirement. You’ve been steady getting it while you were here, Harry. I don’t know exactly who — yet. However, it’s suspicious how much Granger has changed her appearance lately so that she doesn’t resemble Hagrid’s love child with a Sasquatch anymore. She even looks like she’s actually had a man between her legs now. Know anything about it?”

Harry acted as though the thought was preposterous, and then excused himself. He made sure he was seen, and jeered at, by a group of students as he took a book from the library to his quarters about 10:00. Once there he had Poontang change into him and hand him his already packed bag. A quick check by Poontang for any tracking spells, and it was time to go. Minutes later Harry emerged in the basement of the woodshed and disapparated to Godric’s Hollow. Unknown to him, the nearby woods were already filled with Death Eaters awaiting the signal to attack.

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After the feast was ended, the crowd began to split up. Those lucky seventh years who had dates, and reserved rooms, left quickly glowing in the obvious envy of their underclassmen who all knew the couple was heading out to enjoy a shagfest. Those underclassmen who had dates started drifting away to predetermined spots in the castle and grounds where they hoped that they would have some privacy.

Being a seventh year, Neville had been able to leave campus on weekends. On a previous weekend he had bought a bottle of champagne and had snuck it back into campus. On this night, Ginny had already agreed to take a walk with him down by the lake. Neville already knew of a nice level spot that was out of the way and somewhat concealed from the castle.

Neville and Ginny made their way down by the lake to Neville’s selected spot. Neville was happy to see that apparently no one had chosen a spot anywhere close to them. He used his wand to materialize some blankets for them, and then an icebucket and ice for the Champagne. Putting the bottle in to chill he materialized two beautiful goblets for them to drink from. They kind of chatted in an embarrassed sort of way, mostly thinking back to past memories like the Yule Ball in Neville’s fourth year, when he had asked Ginny to be his dance partner. It was a bit awkward to reminisce though as most of their memories together included Harry, and Neville didn’t want to bring him up in the conversation.

With a little assistance from his wand, Neville soon had the champagne properly chilled and poured. It wasn’t all that bad thought Neville, they talked some more, then had some more champagne. The conversation loosened and soon the alcohol emboldened Neville. He was unsure of his sexuality, he felt attracted to boys and girls and it left him confused. He felt love for Harry, but he also had special feelings tonight for Ginny. She was wearing the beautiful dress that Harry had bought her, but thank goodness she had left those wicked looking boots in her dorm room, they scared him a bit. That she was dressed so beautifully, and the fact that his balls were really hurting him terribly helped him to overcome his normal inhibitions, if he could manage it, he really wanted to have sex tonight, or just get some kind of relief without using a cotton glove to wank all by himself. Reaching out to her, he took Ginny in his arms and kissed her. She didn’t resist, in fact, she kissed him back. It felt wonderful to hold her in his arms, she was so warm, and small compared to Professor Sprout. They snogged a bit then lay back on the blanket kind of snuggling and giggling. It felt so good to be alive, thought Neville, as he gently dozed off in Ginny’s arms.