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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F, F/M, Other
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Katie_Bell/Eloise_Midgen
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Albus_Dumbledore, Eloise_Midgen, Rubeus_Hagrid, Minerva
      McGonagall, Ron_Weasley, Katie_Bell, Fred_Weasley, George_Weasley, Percy
      Weasley, Leanne_(Harry_Potter)
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-02-05 Updated: 2015-02-09 Chapters: 3/4 Words: 6635
****** Chapter 12 1/4 ******
by OldFan
Summary
     This story is set between Chapters 12 and 13 of Harry Potter and the
     Sorcerer's Stone. After getting caught by Dumbledore looking into the
     Mirror of Erised, Harry is sent back to his dormitory. This is my
     first piece of HP fiction, and have tried my best to make it as close
     to canonical as possible, while asking the question, "What WOULD an
     11 year old boy do with a cloak of invisibility?"
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
Harry tossed and turned under the covers, Ron’s snoring, while not loud enough
to keep him awake, certainly proving to be a distraction. Now that Dumbledore
knew he had his father’s cloak, he knew he would have to put it away unless
absolutely necessary. He turned on his side, facing away from the wheezing
Weasley, thinking over the events of the last few days. Remembering what his
headmaster said about the Mirror of Erised, he chuckled a little at how low his
best friend’s desires had actually been.
“Of course, I wanted to see my parents, I’d give anything to get them back. But
Ron? All he wants is to be head-boy, and win some stupid game?” he thought to
himself.
Another thought came to mind, that of Hagrid drunkenly kissing McGonagal at the
Christmas dinner. What else had he seen when that happened. He thought about it
a moment, trying to remember every detail. He had seen Hagrid’s tongue slip
into the woman’s mouth, but that wasn’t what was nagging at his brain.
He had turned to Ron to pull a Christmas Cracker and over Ron’s shoulder he
remembered seeing her. Harry didn’t know her name, so many first years in
Gryffindor, but she, along with Eloise Midgen and Katie Bell, were the only
girls to stay over Christmas break. The Girl caught Harry’s eye and turned
away, blushing before Ron distracted him again. Harry closed his eyes laying in
bed, trying to imagine her, what he could remember of her, long dark hair, dark
eyes, in his mind’s eye his gaze dropped down her body, envisioning the subtle
curve of her breasts under her robe. His hand moved down, slipping into his
pajama bottoms, and as his fingers wrapped around his hardening member he
froze.
Sitting up suddenly, he gasped at his own stupidity. The Robe! Thanking the
mysterious stranger who gifted it to him silently, he grabbed it from the trunk
at the foot of his bed, and quietly made his way down to the great room,
covering up with the robe as he went. He crossed the room, taking a deep breath
as he approached the steps to the girl’s dormitory. He slowly made his way up
the steps, trying to be quiet. He gasped as he passed one of the first dozen
steps, the scar on his forehead burning for a brief moment, then fading away as
he continued up the steps.
Reaching the first landing, he heard voices from inside the closed room.
“Oh Minerva…” the gruff voice of the games-keeper unmistakable through the
thick wooden door, “Your mouth is magical…”
A moment later, Harry heard a soft slap, and a titter of laughter from his
House Head.
“Rebeus, you know this is all talent…we always save the magic for act two, you
naughty man.”
Harry’s head swam at this revelation, but he had his own mission tonight.
Wishing Hagrid the best of luck, he continued his climb. With no sound coming
from behind the next door, he quietly opened it, looking around, it was just a
storage closet, various linens piled on the shelves.
As he advanced up to the third floor, he heard water running, he moved slowly,
and as he rounded the corner, he saw there was no door on this floor, instead,
a open doorway leading into a tile floored communal lavatory. The sound of
giggling filled the room, he was amazed he couldn’t hear it from further down
the stairs.
“Must be some sort of charm,” he murmured under his breath as he slowly entered
the room.
He made his way past the row of toilet cubicles, and into the shower area,
resembling the one in the boy’s dormitory, but, well, cleaner. He saw the
source of the giggling as he rounded a partition, and his hand immediately went
into his pajamas under the robe. There stood Bell and Midgin, soaping each
other up under the spray of water. His feet were getting wet, but he didn’t
seem to mind as he slowly stroked his shaft, looking at the two girls.
Eloise was his age, her round body accentuating her full breasts, the slight
rise between her legs covered in a thick thatch of brown hair. While Katie, a
year older, was a few inches taller than Eloise, had an athletic build, breasts
more perky than her friend’s, but not quite as large, her pubis shaved to thin
strip ending right above the cleft of her sex.
Harry sat down on a nearby bench, the girls nightclothes draped over the
opposite end. Katie was directly behind the shorter girl, who was the source of
the giggling. Katie gently rinsed the soap from Eloise’s back before stepping
closer, her hard nipples, like the tips of wands, standing proudly from her
dark areola, large ruddy brown circles against her pale skin. Pressing her
small peaks against the younger girl’s back, her hands slid around her waist,
lips inches from her neck.
“So how are enjoying yourself so far? I did say it was more fun than a late
night shower alone…” her voice, deeper and huskier than Harry remembered echoed
slightly in the small chamber.
The shorter, heavier girl shivered slightly, despite the warmth of the
pulsating water against her body, as Katie’s hands slowly moved up her wet
stomach fingertips gently rubbing against the under swells of her full breasts.
Her head tilted back, eyes closing as it came to rest on Katie’s shoulder, a
quiet sigh escaping from her lips, her hand moving up, grasping the back of her
older friend’s neck.
“But…but…doesn’t this make me a…you know?” she asked hesitantly, confused but
not wanting the sensations to stop.
Katie giggled, a soft, lilting sound echoing over the sound of the rushing
water.
“What? This?” Katie’s hands moved upwards, gently massaging the large full
breasts of her young friend, hard nipples poking out from between her fingers,
pale pink in color. From the distance Harry sat watching, stroking his young
cock, the color of Eloise’s erect nipples, barely distinguishable from the
flesh surrounding them.
A moan escaped the first year’s lips, as her young breasts were pleasured for
the first time.
“Ye-yeah…this feels so good, but…I like boys…”
“Oh, sweet Eloise, that is fine, I do too…sometimes…but that’s the difference
between pleasure and love, isn’t it? You love who you love, but pleasure can be
found pretty much anywhere. If you don’t object, that is…”
Katie’s lips kissed the younger girl’s neck as her right hand released the
breast it had been massaging, snaking down her body, until her fingertips were
running through the thick, wet hair above Eloise’s plump lips. Harry pumped his
fist faster, almost unable to believe what he was seeing. He felt himself
getting close, and suddenly concerned with soiling the Invisibility Cloak,
desperately looked around, searching for something in which to shoot his
imminent load.
“Do you object, Eloise?” she asked as her fingertips came to the top of the
younger girl’s cleft, deftly massaging her young clit, peeking out from under
the hood of flesh.
Harry reached out with his free hand, unable to take his eyes from the scene
playing out in front of him. Unthinkingly, this revealed his hand and forearm
to anyone who might have been looking, but thankfully as he grasped the first
item he came to, the other two occupants of the room were quite distracted.
Eloise groaned in pleasure as she felt the first touch of another on her little
nub, Katie’s fingertips strumming across it lightly. Eloise’s obvious pleasure
at being touched set off his own orgasm, quickly thinking to cover his cockhead
with the thin material had had grasped moments before, he shot his seed, once,
twice, then three times, a muffled moan escaping his own lips. His eyes quickly
shot to the girl’s faces, trying to see if they had heard.
Eloise was becoming weak in the knees, grasping Katie’s wrist.
“St—stop…” she quietly moaned. Katie acquiesced, but seemed a little let down.
“Well, if you are sure, Eloise, I won’t—” Katie’s sad statement of surrender
was cut off as the younger girl quickly spun around, her pimply face now close
to Katie’s smooth skin, lips pressing hard against hers.
Katie was surprised by this, but quickly recovered, wrapping her arms around
Eloise as their kiss intensified. Harry quietly cleaned himself up, using the
garment, now that his head was clear he noticed it felt silky against his half
hard member and began to wonder what he had grabbed.
Eloise broke the kiss, a lustful gleam in her eye as she reached behind her to
turn off the shower. Her mind was made up, and Katie could see it on her face.
“I do not object,” the young girl giggled, “But, let’s go back to the room
first? After all, we do have it all to ourselves.” Eloise, now full of
confidence took Katie by the hand, and led her to the bench where their towels
and clothes were. Harry barely had time to move from the bench, slipping into
the first open toilet stall he came to, before they got there.
The two girls tenderly dried each other’s bodies using the towels they had
brought. Harry marveled at this. Obviously, they both would know charms that
could do the trick, but they seems to take great pleasure in the simple act of
gently rubbing the towels over each other’s skin. As Katie quickly rattled off
the incantation to dry their hair, Eloise looked down at the night clothes
laying in a pile on the bench.
“Katie…weren’t you wearing knickers when we came down here?”
Harry stood in shocked silence, realizing the garment he had in his hand,
soaked with his semen must have been the older girl’s pants. He watched as the
two girls looked around for the lost garment, hand in hand, for a moment or two
before Katie frowned, giggling.
“Well it wouldn’t be the first time my knickers were stolen from in here. I am
beginning to think one of the house elves has a taken an unhealthy fancy to
me…”
She giggled again, reaching around to gently cup Eloise’s round, plump bottom.
“Then again, with those little hands…it might be fun.” She said softly as the
pair made their was out of the lavatory and up the steps.
Harry, not realizing he had been holding his breath the past few minutes, let
out a sigh of relief. Slowly closing the door to the stall his was hiding in,
he lifted the undergarment up and out of the robe, so he could get a better
look at them.
Pale yellow, and a material as smooth as silk, the dim candle light in the
enclosed space made the garment glisten with a range of hues. He knew right
away that this wasn’t a muggle material, and wondered what it was called. That
would prove to be an interesting conversation to try to broach with Hermione,
or maybe Hagrid instead, as he suspected his muggle-born friend would be as
well acquainted with magical underthings as he was, and would certainly not be
able to tell him if they made boxer shorts from the same magical material. His
hand returned to under the robe, as he slipped he knickers into his pajamas.
The feeling was almost electric, creating an arousing tingle in his genitals as
he rubbed himself with them. He briefly thought it might even be worth putting
up with Malfoy for a brief time, just to find out where jerk shopped. He knew
he didn’t see any fashion shops in Daigon Alley, but to be fair, he didn’t have
much of a chance to look around.
Slowly tugging on his hardening cock, Harry remembered the reason he was here
in the first place. The girl he has seen at the Christmas dinner, she was in
this dormitory somewhere, and now he was more determined than ever to find her.
He tucked the knickers in the waistband of his pajamas, to keep his hands free
to wander the halls, and headed out of the lavatory, head filled with visions
of this mystery girl, not realizing that at that exact moment, her head was
filled with images of him as well.
***** Chapter 12 and 3/8 *****
Chapter Summary
     In which Harry finishes exploring the girl's dormitory and finds
     something most unexpected.
Harry slowly continued his trip up the stone spiral at the core of the girl’s
dormitory tower. As he neared the fourth landing, the noise coming from the
slightly open door caused him to realize, this was probably where Katie and
Eloise headed after they had left the showers. Alternating moans and giggles
came lilting down the stairs to where Harry was slowly ascending.
He reached the landing, once again temporarily forgetting what he was here for,
eyes drawn to the pair of girls on the bed opposite of the door. Katie was
laying on her side next to Eloise, the younger girl, legs apart, her left leg
draped over Katie's right. The older girl slowly sinking her slender index
finger into her friend, as she rocked her hips, rubbing her own wet lips
against the chubbier girl’s thigh.
Harry was awestruck as Katie’s finger disappeared between Eloise’s plump lips,
each stroke moving deeper. Eloise had her eyes closed, head tilted back into
the pillow, arching her back as Katie smiled down at her young house mate.
Harry tried to move closer, but realized he could not get any closer without
pushing the heavy wooden door open further. He strained his eyes looking at the
finger as it pushed deeper into Eloise’s wet tunnel, her fleshy labia moving
with Katie’s finger. In the dim candlelight, he could make out a dark red
streak on Katie’s finger. His mind reeled at what could have caused that, the
Durdsley’s totally neglecting any sort of sexual education.
Katie’s slim finger now totally engulfed by Eloise’s wet folds, she slowly
turned her hand, so her knuckles were rubbing against the bed. Eloise gasped
sharply, her hips rising off the bed, as, unseen by Harry, Katie was able to
press against the spot her own mother had told her about before she left for
Hogwarts a year and a half ago.
“You see dear, I did tell you that after the pain, it would feel good. Was I
wrong?”
“Oh Goddess no! Please…Katie…More!” the younger girl screamed, echoing into the
stairwell.
“Jeez, El, do you want us to get caught?” Katie giggled, the look on Eloise’s
face telling him she hadn’t stopped whatever it was she was doing in the
younger girl’s sex. Katie used her free hand, reaching up to the nightstand,
and grabbing her wand.
In a smooth motion she pointed it at the door, murmuring, “Ventus” as her
finger began to pump fully in and out of Eloise’s recently deflowered canal.
Harry was too distracted by the sight that the sound of a rushing wind quickly
didn’t even register to him until the door was abruptly pushed closed, missing
his face by mere centimeters. He blinked twice, face to face with the door,
unsure what had just happened. He shook his head slowly, clearing out the
cobwebs as the now muffled screams of pleasure came from his friend on the
other side of the door. He smiled to himself, feeling badly for Eloise. She
seemed friendly enough, but too many of the boys she showed interest in were
turned off by her spots. Even Harry knew that they were just a temporary
condition, and if he had felt anything towards her except as a classmate, he
knew that they wouldn’t stop him from acting on it.
Knowing he couldn’t open the door without being noticed, he turned, once again
focused on the girl he had seen in the great hall. Climbing the steps, he
stopped at each floor, poking his head into each room. None of the doors on the
trip up to the top floor were closed, however, none of the rooms were currently
occupied either. As he approached the top floor,he saw that the door to the
last dorm room was closed. This had to be the place, he thought to himself.
Harry quietly grasped the handle, slowly turning, until he heard the click of
the latch. Pushing the door open slowly, his mind was filled with a single
thought, repeating over and over again: please don’t squeak, please don’t
squeak.
As Harry stepped into the dark room, he was amazed to find it completely empty,
save for a small white envelope on the floor. He picked the envelope up,
looking at it, still in shock from not finding any sign of the girl he had been
looking for. The envelope appeared to be blank on both sides in the dim light.
He pondered for a moment, moving to the window for a better look in the
moonlight. Still grasping the envelope through the material of his cloak, it
not only appeared to be blank, but completely sealed.
Harry’s ear’s perked up as he heard a quiet creaking of a door opening
somewhere below him. He rushed down the steps, slipping the envelope into the
waistband of his pajama bottoms as her passed the room he had spied Katie and
Eloise in, listening for any sound approaching. As he reached the lavatory
door, he ducked inside, hiding just inside the doorway.
“Minerva, I swear, you are as wonderful now as you were twenty, no thirty years
ago!” Hagrid’s voice echoed up the stairwell, followed by the man himself,
McGonagal close behind.
“Rubeus, shush. I’ve still got two girls in the tower. If they hear you, they
will know it’s possible to get boys past the security, and I’ll have to re-
enchant the entire tower!” McGonagal smiled coyly at the large man’s compliment
though, and approached one of the showers, her dressing gown flying to the
bench Harry had been sitting on the last time he was in this room.
As intrigued as he was by how his older professor’s body compared to those of
his classmates, Harry quickly rushed out of lavatory just as Hagrid entered one
of the stalls. He ran as fast as he dared down to the common room, then up the
stairs two at a time to his room, Ron still snoring in his bed.
Harry carefully removed the robe, placing it back in the trunk, taking Katie’s
knickers from her pajamas and shoving them under his pillow. He noticed his
side where the envelope was touching his bare skin was slightly warm as he
pulled it out, moving to the window again. As he looked at the envelope, he saw
the side that was against his body was a pale pink now. Flipping the envelope,
now handling it with his bare hands, wherever he touched it changed color,
blooming out from where his skin came into contact with the paper. He watched
in wonder, as the front of it finished changing color, and writing appeared, in
the script of a young girl.
 
                               To My Love, Harry
                                        
Shocked at the inscription, his hands trembled slightly as her opened the
envelope, the flap now easily peeling open. Harry pulled a folded paper out,
unfolding it, he watched as streaks of pink shot across the paper from each
point of contact. As he watched, writing appeared as if being written by an
unseen hand before his eyes.
 
Dearest Harry,
I was so hoping to see you tonight, to teach you about things you would have
learned by now, had you been raised in the wizarding world, as you were
intended to be. I am happy that you were able to see your house-mates enjoying
themselves, I know you enjoyed it. However, this means we must wait until
tomorrow night to meet. On the back of this letter, I have enclosed a map to
where to meet me tomorrow. For now, I have only three things to leave you with.
First, two rules for you always to remember.
 
             I. Participating is much more fun than just watching.
   II. No matter the distractions, never neglect a girl who is wanting you.
 
And the third thing, well, just something to keep in mind so you don’t get
distracted next time.
 
As Harry watched, under the writing, in a large empty space, a sketch began to
take form. A young girl, his own age or perhaps even younger appeared, her face
instantly recognizable as the girl from his memory. As the details began to
take shape, he watched the drawing as it began to animate, zooming out to
reveal her lithe body, clad in only her undergarments, breasts barely large
enough to need a bra, flat stomach leading down to her knicker covered sex. She
reached back, unfastening the bra to reveal what Harry’s young mind the most
perfect breasts to match her face, no larger than apples, with small nipples
poking straight out.
In the drawing, the bra fell away, as her hands moved up, cupping the small
orbs in her palms, gently pulling on the erect points. As the girl, still
looking straight at Harry, pulled on her nipples, her mouth opened, and he
could almost hear the girl moaning in pleasure. One hand lowered to slip into
her panties as Harry’s hand mirrored the gesture, his own hand wrapping around
his erect member. He rubbed his cock up and down slowly as her fingers massaged
her young sex under her thin pants. They seemed to be masturbating in unison,
eyes locked the entire time, across the boundary of the paper, and both of
their bodies began to writhe in pleasure. Her fingers moved down slightly, and
he could tell even through the panties she was still wearing, her middle finger
was probing her inner recesses. He stifled a moan, biting his lower lip. An odd
thought crossed his mind, and he had to fight to keep from laughing at the
image of Ron discovering him masturbating on Neville’s bed.
The girl in the drawing, paused in annoyance when he appeared to start
laughing, pulled her hand out of her knickers and reached out of shot, grabbing
her bra and putting it back on. The writing returned under the now frozen
drawing of the girl, smiling softly as when she first appeared.
It looks like I might have my work cut out for me. Rule number two, remember?
The magical portrait will replay if you need it, but, it will always end
exactly the same. Just place your thumb on the corner of the image, and it will
start again. Remove your thumb, and it will return to the beginning.
Tomorrow night, after young Mister Weasley is asleep, seek me out at the
location marked on the back of this letter. I will explain everything then.
Yours Forever,
L.
Harry groaned in frustration at the show ending, but as he climbed back into
his own bed, he took the mysterious L’s advice, and soon had Katie’s underwear
wrapped around his cock, stroking his young rod until he fell asleep.
 
###
 
“Harry, wake up! You are going to be late for breakfast if you don’t get a move
on. I figure you’ve got about 10 minutes to get down there before Hagrid has
eaten all the bacon.”
Harry turned over, taking his glasses from the nightstand and putting them on.
His best friend’s grinning face now inches from his. He stretched, yawning, and
as he moved he felt a tingle coming from between his legs. Katie’s knickers!
How would Harry explain having those to his best friend?
“You went out again last night, didn’t you? Tell me all about it.”
Remembering what Dumbledore had said to him, in addition to his adventures in
the girl’s dormitory, he did the only thing that he could think of. He lied.
“Well…I got down to the common room, and I started thinking about what you had
said. So I hung out downstairs for a bit, then came up and went to bed.”
Ron slapped Harry on the shoulder, “Good man, finally listening to the voice of
reason. Come on, let’s go get some food.”
Harry paused, thinking about the knickers still wrapped around his cock, which
now growing erect again, very inconveniently. He looked up at his friend,
slowly taking his glasses off, squeezing the bridge of his nose tiredly. He
lifted an arm, and pretended to be offended by the smell coming from his
underarm.
“Uhm, you go ahead, Ron. I really need a shower.”
“Your loss, buddy,” called the red headed boy as he headed towards the door.
“A real buddy would get extra bacon for his friend!” Harry yelled out as Ron
left.
“You snooze, you lose, buddy!” Ron yelled back, already heading down stairs.
Harry knew that if he didn’t follow shortly, Ron would be coming back for him
soon. He quickly rooted around in his trunk and found a Chocolate Frog left
uneaten from Christmas, opening it, he let the chocolate amphibian hop away,
Katie’s missing knickers had a new home. Briefly he wondered about what card
was in the box, but he had more important things to consider just now.
Grabbing a sheet of parchment and his quill, he turned around, pulling his
blanket back to find the letter, plain white again, hidden from view. Harry
slapped his hand down on the paper, watching the pink streak shoot out like
bolts of lightning from where his hand touched it. Under the ball of his hand
he saw L’s fingers moving in her underwear. Determined not to get distracted
today, he turned the paper over, waiting for the color change to finish. As
soon as the paper was entirely pink, lines started to appear, in the shape of a
map. Harry couldn't tell, though, where it was in relation to him, and the only
clue lay in the inscription circled in the middle. 
 
                           “Erythronium americanum”
Harry quickly made a copy of the map, not wanting the letter to be seen by
others, and folded the letter back buck, slipping it into the envelope, and
putting it under his pillow. He headed downstairs after getting dressed,
remembering to wet his hair in the lavatory before leaving the dorm. Nicolas
Flamel would have to wait. Harry had a more pressing mystery to solve, and only
a day to do it in.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
     Ok, so the story kinda got away from me, but, there will be quite a
     bit of action in the final chapter.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Harry entered the great hall minutes later, eyes focused on his copy of the map
L had left for him. He was lost in thought, trying to decipher the location
marked indicated by the crude drawing, but without any sort of point of
reference, he had to admit it was a lost cause. He looked up from the map/
drawing and found his seat next to Ron, stealing a slice of bacon from his
friend’s plate.
“I thought I was going to have to send a rescue party to find you, Harry,” the
boy chuckled, shoving a muffin in his mouth.
“Yeah, well…” Harry muttered, looking around at the few schoolmates who had
stayed over break.
Who might know where this is? He thought to himself, glancing around. His eyes
came to rest on Katie Bell, who smiled at the younger boy. Harry blushed,
remembering last night, and the stolen knickers he had stashed in his truck.
Eloise Midgin, to Katie’s left also smiled at Harry, giving a little wave, the
activities of the previous night seemingly bolstering the normally shy girl’s
confidence.
“Looks like Potter has a little crush, George.”
“Indeed it does, Fred. Though if you want my advice, I’d keep away from Katie,
Potter. She has a mean streak you don’t want to see.”
The Weasley twins looked at each other, and burst into laughter, turning to
look at Katie, whose icy glare shut them up at once. Percy Weasley sat down on
the other side of Harry from Ron, a fresh cup of juice in his hand.
“Don’t listen to them, Harry. Those two idiots just played one of their stupid
pranks on the girls last year, and Katie is still holding a grudge.”
“It wasn’t a prank,” Fred mumbled, mouth full of toast.
“It was market research.” George finished, gulping down the rest of his juice.
Ron looked from the twins to their older brother, then back to the twins,
leaning forward, suddenly interested, “I never heard anything about that, what
happened?” he whispered, noticing Harry leaning in as well.
The twins both blushed, the ruddy color spreading out from their cheeks to
cover their entire faces. They looked at Percy, who just shrugged as if to say
“you brought it up.” Fred looked at George, who in turn looked down, pushing
the remainder of his eggs around his plate. Harry glanced back over at Katie,
who seemed to know what the conversation had turned to, as she whispered
something to Eloise, who at first looked shocked, then giggled, then glared at
the twins as well.
“It was an innocent mistake…” George murmured, ears redder than his hair now,
staring down at his plate, as if he would discover something interesting there
to distract everyone.
“We were in the common room…” Fred started, with a sigh.
“And Angelina and Alicia were talking about…uhm…woman things…” George said,
voice barely even a whisper now.
“Oh for crying out loud, you two are supposed to be wizards, but you can’t even
talk about simple biology without getting all flustered?” Percy muttered, “Grow
up, boys.”
George glared at his older brother, continuing, “Well one of them—”
“Alicia,” Fred interjected.
“Does it really matter?” Ron hissed, “Get on with it!”
Harry glanced over at Katie, who was watching the conversation with an amused
look on her face. What ever had happened, she didn’t seem too upset by it now.
“Anyway, we overheard that Alicia was mortified that she had forgotten to
change her sanitary pad before going to bed, and that she had to sit through a
lecture with McGonagal about ‘personal responsibility’”
Harry flinched at that, embarrassed for his house-mate. He certainly knew he
wouldn’t enjoy having a conversation of that particular nature with one of his
instructors. He leaned closer looking at the twins.
“But what does any of that have to do with Katie?” he asked as quietly as he
could.
“Well we—” George was interrupted by Fred slapping the back of his hand across
his chest.
“No, you…” Fred corrected.
“You didn’t say anything about it being a bad idea at the time.” George
muttered, rubbing his chest.
“What the idiots here are trying to say,” Percy interjected, “Is that they came
up with the fantastic idea of a sort of ‘early warning system’. Basically a
notification that the pad was reaching…uhm…critical mass.”
Ron looked over at his older brother, “Well that actually sounds pretty handy
really. I would think it would be helpful.”
“Yeah, what was the problem, and how did Katie get involved?” asked Harry,
still not quite following.
“Well there were two problems, the first being the volume.” Answered the
Prefect.
Ron buried his face in his hands.
“They used the same base enchantment as the howlers,” Percy continued, both of
the twins now studying their plates intensely.
“Oh God!” Harry gasped, loud enough for several student at other tables to look
over.
“That wasn’t even the worst part. Which one of you numbskulls chose the alert?”
Fred raised his hand slowly, still not lifting his head to look at the rest of
the boys.
“What was it?” Ron asked through the hand over his mouth.
“You’ve seen the movie, ‘Psycho’?” Percy asked, Harry’s eyes opening wide.
“NO!”
“Yep, the shower scene music.”
Harry reached across the table slapping Fred upside the head. Fred just sat
there, head hung in shame.
“But how did Katie get involved?”
“Oh, that was just bad luck. When these two idiots couldn’t find any volunteers
for their testing, they snuck into the infirmary, and put a test unit with the
nurse’s supplies. Katie just happened to get it.”
“And it went off?”
“In the middle of potions class. Snape pretty much lost it. Katie, to her
credit, didn’t turn the boys in, but she got her revenge.”
“What did she do?” Ron asked, now through fits of giggles.
“You may have noticed that Fred and George never shower with the rest of us,
right?”
Ron and Harry nodded. They really hadn’t noticed, until Percy had mentioned it.
They both looked at the twins.
“It isn’t that bad,” Fred said quietly.
“Speak for yourself, I don’t happen to enjoy having the equipment of an 8 year
old…” George growled at him.
Harry and Ron looked at the twins, then at Percy, the three of them bursting
out in laughter.
“So, the moral of the story is, don’t get Katie mad.” George said, turning and
looking at the girl, who only scowled back at him.
“It’s not as though we haven’t tried apologizing…”
“She just won’t talk to us!”
“I don’t blame her,” Ron giggled, standing up, cleaning up his spot, “You
coming back to the tower, Harry?”
“I’ll be there in a few minutes, late start and all,” Harry answered, wondering
how he could use any of this to his advantage.
“I’ll come with you, Ron. Fancy a game of Wizard’s Chess?” Percy said, also
standing.
As the two brothers walked away, each bragging about their own chess abilities,
Harry pulled he folded up copy of the map from his robes. He slid it to the
middle of the table. As the twins raised their heads, embarrassed blush
beginning to fade.
“Ron says the two of you know every place in Hogwarts, is that right?”
Fred looked at his brother, who was looking down at the scribbled copy, “Well,
we know a lot of it, what are you looking for?”
It was now Harry’s turn to blush, “Well…I have this map, but I don’t can’t
figure out where it is, there are no reference points.”
“We may be able to figure it out, but it will take some time, a couple of hours
maybe…if we were properly motivated,” George answered, first glancing over at
Katie, then back to Harry.
Harry saw George looking at the second year, putting her breakfast dishes away,
then looked back at the twins.
“What if I can’t get her to reverse it?”
“Oh, not a problem, Harry. Just get her to talk to us, and we’ll get your
information for you, no questions asked. Deal?” George held out his hand,
shaking with the younger boy across the table. Harry shook George’s hand, then
stood up, running after the girls.
Harry turned the corner, into the hallway leading back to the residence halls.
In his haste, he almost ran into Katie and Eloise, standing right outside the
great hall, chatting with a third girl, a Hufflepuff he recognized, but whose
name he didn’t know. The three girls stopped chatting, and seeing Harry’s
shocked face, started giggling immediately.
“Uhm…Katie, can I talk to you, you know, privately?” Harry stammered as he
recovered his balance after almost tumbling backwards trying not to bowl the
girls over.
“If it is about those,twins, then the answer is no. Anything you have to say
you can say in front of Eloise and Leanne,” she responded, coolly, nodding to
her two younger friends.
“Well,” he started nervously, “They are both really sorry, and—”
Katie’s glare cause his voice to catch in his throat.
“I don’t care how sorry they are, you have no idea what they did. You might
know the facts, but…” she trailed off, Harry catching her meaning.
“It’s just, well, they just wanted to talk to you about it, no promises of
anything, just talk. And it would mean an awful lot to me if you did. I
would…well if there was anything I could do for you in return. It is just
important to me.”
Katie began to reply again, when Eloise held her hand up to the older girl’s
ear, whispering. A look crossed over Katie’s face as Eloise talked, and the
older girl looked Harry up and down slowly. She let out a sigh, and turned to
Eloise.
“Are you sure?” Katie asked softly.
Eloise nodded, and not for the first time today, Harry was wondering what
exactly he had gotten involved in. Katie in turn, began to whisper to Leanne,
who giggled, nodding. Katie finally turned to Harry, her anger turned to
something else, a look he couldn’t quite put his finger on.
“Fine, tell them to meet us after dinner, at the broom closet they hid from
Filch that one time.”
Harry smiled, turning back to deliver the news, when Katie called over his
shoulder, “And Potter, you definitely owe me one. And we will be collecting.
Soon.”
###
Late that night, Harry was back in bed, invisibility cloak hidden under his
covers, just waiting for Ron to go to sleep. His friend went on and on about
some off season Quidditch player trades or some such. Harry wasn’t really able
to focus on anything his excitable friend was saying, and was slightly relieved
when Fred and George came bursting into their room. He was slightly less
relieved when they hiked up their bathrobes, waving their newly proportional
genitals in his direction, the soft slapping of flesh on flesh mildly amusing
to both of the younger boys.
“Potter, you are the best!” grinned George
“No kidding, Harry, did that other thing work out for you?” Fred asked as the
boys dropped their robes again.
Harry put on his best disappointed face. “Wild goose chase, I’m afraid, but
glad to see you two are doing ok. If it’s all the same to you though, I need to
get some sleep, had a few late nights recently…” He looked over at Ron, “That
includes you Ron, Quidditch can wait till tomorrow, ok?”
“Let the man sleep Ron, he’s earned it. You can obsess over your Orange
Overeaters tomorrow,” George joked.
Ron frowned at his brother’s insult, then looked over at Harry, “Ok, I’ll let
you sleep. See you guys tomorrow.”
Ron turned over, facing away from Harry, as the twins quickly ran up to their
own room. Harry waited patiently for the tell-tale sound of his best friend’s
snore as he thought over the information the twins had provided him. Fred and
George determined where the map segment he had shown them was from. He already
had his route planned, the halls between his room and his destination should be
clear, but he had the cloak, just in case. As for the inscription, well that
was a lot simpler.
Before too long, he could hear his roommate’s breathing slow down, and soon the
quiet snoring that signaled it was safe for him to leave. He pulled the cloak
on, and headed downstairs, quietly but quickly following the maze of hallways
leading him to the greenhouses. He spent the time Ron and Percy were playing
chess to make a visit to the library. He hadn’t found anything by lunch, but
after Fred and George told him where the map was leading him, it didn’t take
much time at all.
Stepping into the greenhouse, filled with the light of the moon, he looked over
at the “non-magical” section. The girl from his visions shimmered into view,
wearing a thin, translucent nightgown. He smiled as she stepped to the side,
displaying the small printed sign in front of the flowers, The Adder-Tongue
Lily.
“Harry, my love. I see you got my letter,” the girl said softly, her voice
lilting across the air, causing Harry to shiver in anticipation.
“Come sit with me, we have much to discuss…and much more to do…”
 
Chapter End Notes
     Coming soon: The Fourth and Final part to this story
     Also a new side-story: How Fred and George got their groove back.
End Notes
     There has been some speculation on which house Eloise is in, in this
     I've chosen to go with the movies, instead of the books, which imply
     she may be in Hufflepuff.
     Due to what can only be called "Criminal Fandom Neglect" (due to bad
     age math), I had originally had Fay Dunbar instead of Katie Bell in
     this story. This has been rectified for continuity.
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