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      Hermione_Granger, Neville_Longbottom
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      Published: 2018-02-16 Updated: 2018-03-30 Chapters: 13/? Words: 96989
****** The Corruption of Lily Potter ******
by jamspectrum1274
Summary
     Lily Potter becomes spiritually bonded with her son as Harry grows up
     to become the new Dark Lord of the Wizarding world.
***** Prologue *****
The Corruption of Lily Potter
Prologue
‘Is this a dream?’
‘Am I still dead and just imagining this or is this really happening?’
‘Have I truly become dark and twisted?’
‘And if so, do I really want to go back to who I was?’
Thoughts began to fade away as Lily Evans Potter slowly stirred from her
slumber. She awoke as she felt her master’s giant-sized cock twitch from inside
of her wet, sore pussy. With a groan and a yawn, Lily Potter opened her eyes
and kissed the forehead of her amazing lover before slowly removing his
erection from inside of her. She turned and looked over to the nearby bedroom
window and saw that the sun was beginning to rise. She then lifted her
completely naked body up off of the massive king-size bed and separated herself
from her Dark Lord as well as his wives. She gingerly tip-toed towards the door
making sure not to wake up her evil master, his wives, or his slaves laying on
the floor next to him. Before exiting the master bedroom, she gave one last
look at her master, her lover, her son, the Dark Lord himself: Harry James
Potter.
As she entered the dining area of Potter Manor several minutes later, three
House-Elves turned to her and solemnly bowed as she took her seat to the left
of her lord’s chair. Motioning to them with a nod, Dobby, Winky, and Kreacher
all Apparated out of the dining room to begin doing their daily chores. Dobby
reappeared a moment later with a hot cup of tea for her along with the days
copy of The Daily Prophet.
“Thank you, Dobby.” Lily said as she sipped her hot tea and opened up the
newspaper. “Please inform the others that Dark Lord Potter will be awake soon,
and please make sure that his toilet is properly prepared for him.”
“Yes, Lady Potter. Dobby will fetch Dark Master Potter’s toilet right away.”
The House-Elf responded gleefully, disappearing with a pop. Lily smiled and
licked her lips at the thought of her son’s daily morning habit. Ever since
they had defeated Voldemort and conquered the wizarding world several years
ago, even before that though, the morning routine Harry had always done was by
far one of her favorites. Shaking her head, she returned to her paper and read
the morning’s top story:
Potter’s Hogwarts
By Rita Skeeter
It has been two full years since Lily Evans Potter became Headmistress of
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and while people still fear what
she and her son are truly capable of, many are saying that under her watchful
eye, the education of young witches and wizards have significantly improved
ten-fold compared to the likes of Dumbledore and McGonagall. In fact, the
children who attend praise Headmistress Potter as one of the greatest educators
on the face of the Earth. Her kindness to all young witches and wizards,
whether they are from wizarding families or muggle-born, has been unparalleled
with her stern yet gentle approach to teaching. Furthermore, it is expected
that when she returns to Hogwarts next week that her son, Dark Lord Harry
Potter will once again join her as once school-term begins, they plan a special
post-feast treat. They have done this for the past two years, and they select
several young witches and wizards to join them for a special treat. They are
known to select fifth-year students and above every year for this treat, but
they have commented that if a younger witch or wizard show themselves to be
special, then they will be asked to join them as well. While Headmistress
Potter recently explained why they are selected, she did not go into detail as
to what the special treat involves. However, it is important to note that many
of these young witches from previous encounters with both Headmistress Potter
and our Dark Lord became pregnant soon after while the young wizards that
attended are known to be quite horny and have slept with either fellow
students, teachers, or even their female relations during and after their
semesters. It is also noteworthy to report that every single young witch and
wizard who attended this post-feast event, publicly swore their lives to Dark
Lord Harry Potter.
Our Dark Lord Harry Potter and Headmistress Lily Potter both recently sat down
with this reporter and gave me a complete interview on their lives, Lord
Potter’s rule over the wizarding world, as well as their opinions on past and
current teaching at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. For the full
interview, please turn to page 4.
“Morning, Mum.” A voice from behind her said as she felt the strong, manly
hands of her son grab her perky round breasts. “So, did Rita do a good job, or
do I need to go over to the Daily Prophet again and remind her of how to do her
job properly.”
“I don’t know yet, my Dark Lord.” She replied as she looked up at her
firstborn’s face, his green-eyes still filled with both love and lust. “I’ve
only just begun reading, although she did mention our little post-feast event
we do every year so far.”
“Did she now.” He bent down and began kissing her neck. “Well, I guess then I
have no choice but to go see her once again. Also, you don’t have to call me
that, mum. I’m your son, after all, and you are the first Lady Potter, next to
Hermione of course.”
“How many times do I need to remind you, while you are my son, you are also the
Dark Lord.” Lily stood up from her chair and turned to face Harry, her green-
eyes sparkling with the same amount of love and lust that was shown in her
son’s eyes. “You have to embrace who you truly are, even with me. While I am
the First Lady to Potter Manor, I am and always will be your servant of evil,
my Dark Lord. You conquered me back in your forth year at Hogwarts, and every
single day since then, or should you remind me of how you did it again?”
“Mum, you know how much I want to ravage you every time that I’m near you, but
you know what I want to do first.” He said grabbing her by her neck and pulling
her close. “My revenge on it is still on my mind, and there’s only one way I
need to release my anger.”
“Of course, my Dark Lord. I do love watching you doing so every morning.” Lily
gasped as she grabbed Harry’s long erection. “Perhaps after you use it, you can
conquer me again right here in front of it. I am, after all, your eternal
slave.”
“Well said, Lady Potter.” Dobby said as he pulled a middle-aged naked female
from behind him. As both Harry and Lily turned, the figure of Petunia Dursley
crawled over to them, wearing only a brown collar fastened by a leash held by
Dobby. “Dobby has brought Dark Master Potter’s toilet. Dobby is glad to serve
Dark Lord Harry Potter.”
“Thank you, Dobby.” Harry smiled. “Lady Hermione and my other wives will be
down soon. Please help Winky and Kreacher with breakfast.”
Dobby bowed as he handed the leash over to Lily before popping out of the
dining room. Lily stood and pulled her former sister over to Harry as he
grabbed Petunia by her hair and shoved his large, thick penis into her mouth.
Lily smiled and laughed evilly as Harry proceeded to urinate into Petunia’s
throat. Petunia just stared blankly and mindlessly in front of her. At one
time, she had fought hard against both her sister and her nephew, but being
tortured constantly over the years have simply left her empty. As for Lily, she
no longer cared for her sister, nor did she care for her sister’s dead husband
and son. This was all because of what she saw them do to Harry when he was
growing up with them. What the Dursley’s didn’t realize back then was one
simple, yet confusing thing: She saw and heard everything they did to her son.
For Lily Potter, this all began for her on the day Harry’s fate changed. It was
the very day that she died.
**********************************************************
October 31, 1981-Godric’s Hollow
“Avada Kedavra!” Those words from Lord Voldemort echo in the darkness that now
surrounded Lily Evans Potter. She was dead, killed by the monster who try to
harm her child. Her only thought was that she had failed Harry, for Voldemort
would soon murder her child.
As she fell into the eternal darkness of death, images of her life began to
appear before her. Flashes of her childhood: growing up with her sister Petunia
and her parents, discovering that she had magic, meeting her very first friend
Severus, and being accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
The images of her school-life soon followed: meeting Albus Dumbledore for the
first time, going to Diagon Alley, getting her books and her wand from Mr.
Ollivander, going to King’s Cross Station and getting to see the Hogwarts
Express, seeing Hogwarts castle for the first time, the Sorting Hat and getting
sorted into Gryffindor, meeting her classmates and teachers, growing frustrated
with four Gryffindor boys who kept picking on her friend Severus, days flashed
into years as Severus and her grew apart and her falling in love with James,
and becoming friends with the other three, Sirius, Remus, and Peter. Her time
at Hogwarts soon faded as her adult life began to flow into her mind: getting
married to James, the war against Voldemort, joining Dumbledore’s Order of the
Phoenix, and giving birth to Harry. As thoughts of her son began surfacing to
her mind, she began worrying about him, and she began hearing his cries over
her thoughts.
‘No. I can’t die yet!’ Lily screamed in her thoughts. As she did, Harry’s cries
got louder and louder. ‘Harry needs me. I have to fight this, or my sacrifice
will truly be in vain.’
Lily began fighting against the darkness, her sheer force of will became her
driving force towards her son. The darkness was slowly ebbing away as she saw a
speck of light getting closer and larger. Through the light, she saw her son
holding the sides of his crib crying loudly. She had to get to him, she had to
fight this…
All of a sudden, she was back. She looked at her son, crying hard as he looked
down at a fallen figure. It was her. She had lost the fight and her lying
corpse was in front of her son’s crib. Lily looked at herself, both the frozen
figure lying down in front of her and the spirit she was now. She then looked
around her son’s room, only to see that they were the only ones there. ‘Where’s
Voldemort?’ She thought in her specter form. ‘He killed me and James, but left
Harry alone? Where is he? He should have killed Harry too, so why didn’t he?’
Then another series of thoughts began to flood her thoughts. ‘He’s gone! My
sacrifice worked! The Dark Lord is dead and gone! Harry will be safe. Both
Sirius Black and Alice Longbottom will raise Harry and protect him growing up.
Maybe I can rest now knowing that Harry will be safe from now on.’
Just then, Harry stopped crying. Lily looked at him as he was looking right at
her. ‘He can see me? How can that be possible?’ She tried to speak, but the
words seem to echo all around her. ‘Harry? Don’t worry son, Mommy’s here and I
will a?lways protect you as best as I can. I promise you son, I promise.’
Just then, a familiar person entered Harry’s bedroom, someone Lily knew that
shouldn’t have been here. The figure of Severus Snape fell to his knees at the
sight of Lily’s corpse lying on the floor, his tears and screams becoming clear
to her. She knew that Severus cared for her, even after everything they had
went through: him becoming a Death Eater and she marrying James. Severus
grabbed Lily’s dead body and held her tightly, his cries becoming more and more
audible. Harry looked down at them and started crying again, a lightning-shaped
scar on the right side of his forehead now clearly visible to her. Lily moved
closer in between Severus and Harry, placing her ghostly hand on top of
Severus’ shoulder. ‘Severus, I’m so sorry that you and I never mended our
friendship. That is something I have always regretted.’
Soon after, a loud motorcycle was heard from outside of their home. Severus
hearing this placed Lily’s body back down and with one last teardrop, he
Disapperated away. Lily silently stood there watching what was happening around
her, many questions flowing through her dead spirit. However, one realization
came to dominate her entire being:
Peter Pettigrew betrayed us!
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***** Chapter 1: The Bond *****
The Corruption of Lily Potter
Chapter 1
July 31, 1985-#4 Privet Drive
“Silence! Another sound out of you and you won’t eat for a week!” The fat,
obnoxious form of Vernon Dursley hovered over the small, skinny boy sobbing on
the floor, red belt marks clearly visible on his naked back. Standing behind
Vernon, Petunia and Dudley smirked at the five-year-old Harry Potter trying to
stop his cries as another strike hit his body from the thin, black leather belt
held in Vernon’s hand. If anyone had to ask why this was happening, it was
because Harry simply asked if he was getting any birthday presents. After all,
it was only last month that he witnessed his cousin Dudley receive a whole lot
of presents for his birthday, as well as the biggest birthday cake that he had
ever seen. Although, while Harry was genuinely proud of his cousin, he wasn’t
allowed to participate. In fact, the only thing Harry was allowed to do on
Dudley’s birthday was clean up after him.
Now, here he was, on his birthday, on the floor crying and wondering why he
didn’t get to celebrate his birthday. Looking back up at his uncle, Harry
silently begged for him to stop. Satisfied that the boy knew his place, Vernon
stepped back and said. “A worthless freak like you doesn’t deserve to celebrate
birthdays. Now get back in the kitchen and finish helping your aunt with
breakfast!”
“Y-Yes, Uncle Vernon.” Harry shivered as he slowly stood back up and pulled
down his torn t-shirt over his chest. With that, he walked towards the kitchen
with Petunia following him with a smirk still on her face. Little did they all
knew, the ghostly figure of Lily Potter watched all of this, tears falling down
her cheeks with anger in her heart at her sister and her brother-in-law. Ever
since she died, her spirit has been tied to her son Harry and has gone wherever
he has gone. In truth, she wondered why Albus Dumbledore left Harry under the
care of Petunia and her husband, but she understood that with what happened on
that fateful Halloween night, there might not have been any other choice.
However, watching her sister’s family treatment of Harry for the past three and
a half years had Lily questioned Dumbledore’s actions over and over. Watching
Harry now as he brings his uncle a hot cup of coffee as well as a glass of
orange-juice for his cousin, she couldn’t help but wonder if Dumbledore was
actually concerned for her son’s wellbeing.
‘I’m so sorry, Harry.’ Lily spoke to him, her words echoing all around her. As
Harry gave Vernon his coffee he paused for a moment and turned towards where
Lily stood. Lily instantly noticed this as there were moments that Harry
somehow was able to hear his mother. However, Harry returned his focus back to
serving his uncle and cousin, for while he might have heard her, he was never
able to see her at all. Lily so wanted Harry to see her, but she knew that was
not possible at the time. Or so she thought.
After breakfast was over for the Dursleys and Harry had finished cleaning up
the dishes, Petunia gave him two pieces of stale toast and a glass of water and
sent him to his room, which was a broom cupboard under the stairs. Harry sat on
his small bed, which was barely able to fit inside of the cupboard, and ate his
toast, crying softly wishing he could have a better life. Sitting next to him
was Lily, angrily shaking her head at the treatment of her son. All she wanted
for Harry was for him to be treated fairly, or at least not like how he was
being treated now. Ever since Dumbledore left him there right on their
doorstep, the Dursleys seemingly tried to make Harry feel like he was less than
nothing. More than that, though, there was something about Vernon, and his
sister Marge, that always seemed a little off to Lily. She originally got this
feeling about them when she had met them at Lily’s and Petunia’s parents’
funeral. While Petunia did show affection towards both her and James at that
time, and even baby Harry, Vernon and Marge were the complete opposite. They
were very quiet around them, and only glared at them with either disgust or
sheer hatred. The only time these two ever talked to Lily and James back then,
and James nearly throttled Vernon afterwards. Lily barely remembered what
Vernon and Marge said to them, but it did lead to James throwing the heavier
man to the ground and pummeling him with his fists. James wasn’t really known
for using his hands to take care of problems, although he had a temper, he
preferred his wand rather than his fists. After the funeral, Lily never again
heard from her sister or from her family. She did write letters to Petunia from
time to time, but they all came back unopened and unanswered.
Now the Petunia she saw was completely different. When they were kids, Petunia
was cold towards her, but Lily knew it was simple sibling jealousy. Lily had
magic, Petunia didn’t. Petunia called Lily a ‘freak’ at times when their
parents weren’t around, and often avoided her whenever she was around Severus,
but in truth, Lily always knew Petunia cared for her. When Lily married James
and Petunia married Vernon, that all changed suddenly for the both of them.
When Petunia got married, she never bothered to send Lily any type of
invitation to attend, while the opposite could not be said for Lily. She not
only sent invitations to her sister, she even asked if Petunia was willing to
be Maid-of-Honor for her. However, Petunia never even bother to show up at for
the ceremony. Instead, Lily asked Alice Longbottom, a close friend from school
who had just married her school sweat-heart Frank, to be Maid-of Honor. Petunia
barely stayed in touch with Lily after that, and was colder towards her
whenever they spoke. The last time Lily tried to contact Petunia was just
before she died. It was the week before that Halloween, and Lily sent her a
letter warning her about Voldemort. However, the letter returned to her
unopened the very morning of.
Now, Petunia literally smiled and nearly laughed at every time Harry was beaten
by Vernon, and by Marge whenever she visited, along with her dogs (Ripper was
the worst). She had changed, the sister Lily knew was no longer there. It was
like Petunia actually enjoyed seeing Vernon beating Harry, and she literally
encouraged Dudley to join in during several times, insisting that ‘freaks’ like
Harry needed to learn his place. Petunia did not treat Harry like family, she
treated him like a House-Elf who served those horrible pureblood families like
the Malfoys. Now, seeing Harry, her son beaten and abused constantly, had taken
a considerable toll on her temper and her anger had reached a breaking point.
She wanted to do something, but she knew that she couldn’t in the form she was
in now, which made her even angrier.
“Mum, Is that you?” Harry looked at her through his tears.
Lily literally gasped in shock as Harry reached out for her with both hands and
touched her ghostly arms. He could not only see her, he could somehow touch her
as well. Lily reached out and pulled her son into the tightest hug she could
muster. She could feel him against her, she didn’t know how, or even why, all
she knew at that time was she could comfort her son finally after all this
time.
“Harry? Can you hear me?” Lily asked, her mouth moving, but her voice seemed to
flow all around them.
“Yes!” He nearly shouted, tears now steadily flowing down his face, glad that
he had his mother back. Pulling away from her a bit, but still holding her, he
asked: “Mum, how are you here? You and Dad died in a car crash when I was a
baby. What happened?”
“Harry, what your Aunt told you was a lie.” Lily told him, sniffling happily
now in her own tears. “Your father and I were killed by a very bad man. It was
your grandparents, my and your Aunt Petunia’s parents, that were killed in a
car crash.” She paused for a moment, not sure if Harry could grasp what she was
telling him. He looked at her calmly though and nodded, wanting to hear more.
However, explaining too much to her five-year-old son was simply something she
wasn’t quite prepared to do. “I promise you, Harry, that I will try to tell you
as much as I can soon, but for now, today is your birthday, so I will reveal
one important thing to you. I know you’re going to have a ton of questions, but
I think its best that you try not to make too much noise. Your Uncle is a very
angry man and I really don’t know why.”
After a few moments of taking in what his mother said, Harry nodded and
answered as silently as he could: “Okay, Mum. What do you want to tell me?”
Lily let go of her son for a moment and sighed, still overjoyed at the fact
that Harry could see her. She knew that it meant only one thing: “You’re a
wizard, Harry.”
**********************************************************
Two years later
Harry was smiling as he walked home from school, his mother walking behind him
in her spirit form. Today was a good day for him at school, for Harry watched
with a smile and a laugh as Dudley and his band of goons were caught by their
teacher trying to pick on Harry again and given one week of detention. Lily too
was smiling at the fact that this happened, because while Harry was the only
one that could still see her, she discovered that she could finally interact
with objects. Such as, she picked up a math book in Harry’s classroom and threw
it at a window, getting Harry’s teacher to see what was going on outside with
Dudley and his gang of friends. She only discovered that she could do this a
few months prior to this on Harry’s seventh birthday. The fact that made her
exceedingly happy as she could now act in her son’s defense when necessary. It
still took a lot of effort on her part to do this, and afterwards, she would
feel week for a few moments. However, those moments had gotten shorter each
time she did this.
Lily also discovered that in the beginning she had to be real close to Harry,
no more than five feet away from him. Any time she tried to go farther than
that, she would instantly be pulled back to her son. Ever since Harry’s fifth
birthday, however, Lily found that she could move a little farther each time.
She didn’t go too far, though, as she still felt the need to stay close to
Harry.
Harry was still wearing Dudley’s old clothes, which his teachers was real
worried about. One of them made a visit to their house one time, insisting that
if they didn’t treat Harry better, then she would call protective services and
take Harry away from them. Lily was very proud of that teacher for standing up
to Vernon and Petunia, but soon discovered a week later that the teacher was no
longer employed and was put in prison on a charge of treason. Both Lily and
Harry knew that was completely bogus, but when Harry came home that very day,
Vernon had nearly beaten him to death and threw him into his cupboard, not
letting him out unless it was for school or for his one meal a day. This had
terrified Lily, for she didn’t know Vernon had this much political clout to
trump up a charge like that and have someone thrown in prison without due
process. There was definitely something about Vernon Dursley that simply made
Lily suspicious of him. Sure, he knew of muggles that genuinely knew and hated
people in the wizarding world, but this seemed entirely different too her.
After all, wasn’t he just a tool salesman?
As Harry and Lily reached Privet Drive, they stopped to see Mrs. Figg, a near
eldering aged short, stout woman, carrying her cart of groceries on the
opposite side of the street. Waving over to Harry with a warm smile, Mrs. Figg
crossed the street to walk beside Harry. For Harry, Mrs. Figg was the only one
on the street who was kind enough to Harry to protect him at times when she saw
that Vernon came home in a foul mood. Lily was especially grateful for this, as
she fed Harry whatever he wanted when she let him stay at her house. There were
also times, quite recently in fact, where Mrs. Figg offered to let Harry stay
over whenever he suspected things might get bad for him. She had only moved
into the neighborhood a year ago, so it did strike Harry odd at first when she
offered this, but Lily explained that she knew her and that she was a friend of
one of her teachers. She did not tell Harry it was Professor Dumbledore, or
even about Hogwarts. That was something she wanted Harry to discover himself.
“Don’t go home, Harry.” Mrs. Figg warned him, foregoing her always cheerful
greeting towards him. “Your Uncle is already home, and knows about Dudley’s
detention. What’s worse is that Marge is with him along with that blasted dog
Ripper.”
“Thanks, Mrs. Figg. I…Hang on! How do you know about my Aunt Marge and her
dog?” Harry instantly frowned at this. Lily looked at her as well, concerned
for Harry wellbeing becoming the focus of her thoughts.
“I can’t say yet, Harry.” Mrs. Figg answered, glancing sideways towards the
Dursley’s home. “All I can tell you is that I was sent to watch over you, and
protect you whenever I can. Please, I can’t say more, Harry. You need to come
with me right now.”
Sensing the fear in Mrs. Figg’s voice, Lily said: “Do what she says, Harry. I
don’t like the idea that Marge decided to show up right out of the blue.”
Harry nodded in response, grabbing Mrs. Figg’s cart and helping her back across
the street. They got halfway there when they heard Petunia’s voice from behind
them.
“Hello, Mrs. Figg!” Petunia Dursley nearly shouted, getting their attention.
“I’m sorry, but Harry can’t help you today. My sister-in-law has decided to
surprise us out of the blue, and it would be quite rude of Harry if he didn’t
come into the house and greet her properly.”
“Are you sure you need him right now, Mrs. Dursley?” Mrs. Figg turned back and
smiled slightly with a terrified look on her face. “I sure would appreciate it
if Harry could help me with these groceries. I need someone like him to help me
from time-to-time, after all.”
Before his Aunt responded, Harry shakenly let go of Mrs. Figg’s grocery cart
and began walking towards his house. He knew that when his Uncle was in a foul
mood, any attempt to avoid him just made matters worse. To top it off, his Aunt
Marge was at least twice as worse as Vernon, with her dog Ripper literally
having free run to attack him mercilessly. With the two of them combined, any
chance of surviving their beatings were slim at best. However, Harry knew that
there was no avoiding it, as he suspected that they were going to blame him for
Dudley’s detention.
“Once again, I apologize, Mrs. Figg.” Petunia responded as Harry began walking
towards the house. As Harry walked, Lily slowly followed watching the smirk
grow larger on Petunia’s face. As she saw the smirk on her sister’s face, her
anger grew towards Petunia as they walked. “As I said before, Harry needs to
pay his respects to Marge immediately. For him not to do so would be considered
rude to Marge.”
Harry reached the front door by that time and turned back to Mrs. Figg for a
moment. “I’m sorry I can’t help you, Mrs. Figg, but my Aunt is right about
Marge. I need to go in and say ‘hi’. Maybe next time, Mrs. Figg. I’m really
sorry that I couldn’t help.”
Mrs. Arabella Figg watched Harry enter his house as she feared the absolute
worst. As soon as Petunia closed the front door behind her, Mrs. Figg turned on
her heel, and pulling her cart, ran towards her home with the speed of someone
half her age. She knew she had to try to reach Dumbledore again and tell him
about Harry’s abuse. She had to try.
Back inside the Dursley’s home, Harry was instantly grabbed by Vernon by his
hair and thrown against the wall. Harry groaned in pain as Vernon grabbed his
belt that he used constantly on Harry that hung next to the broom cupboard, and
walked menacingly towards Harry with a sadistic grin. As he did so, Lily
silently wept as she curiously looked over at Marge as she was looking towards
Vernon’s and Harry’s direction holding a gold compass in one hand and a
complete black colored tambourine in the other. Vernon, after grabbing Harry’s
hair again, turned to his sister and asked: “Well, Marge? What do you think?
Does this worthless Mudblood have it or not?”
Harry blinked as he heard his ghostly mother gasped loudly at the word
‘Mudblood’ but everyone else laughed at him at being called that. Harry didn’t
know what the actual word meant, but the way his mother sounded, he knew it was
an insult. However, something else was bothering him: why was Marge Dursley
holding a compass and a weird looking tambourine? And what was does about them
wondering what he had? What was it? And why do they want to know about it?
Marge stopped laughing as she looked at her compass, then with a smile looked
down next to her leg, where Ripper was glaring intently at Harry’s direction.
“Ripper?” She said quite sweetly to her main sweat-heart. “Would you be a good
boy for Mummy and seek out the magical entity for me?”
A completely new level of fear and terror entered Harry as the realization of
them having knowledge somehow about Lily helping him recently came into his
mind. Not only did they know about him having help from Lily, but they were
after her this time as well as him. He looked up at his Uncle Vernon, who only
smiled and nodded his affirmation.
As Ripper stopped right in front of Lily, he barked happily towards his
‘mother’ before growling at Lily. Lily cautiously took a step back, and when
she did, Ripper moved even closer towards her, growling even louder as he did.
Lily was in trouble and she knew it. She knew that Vernon, Petunia, and Marge
couldn’t see or hear her, but somehow Marge’s dog could somehow.
“Oh yes, boy.” Marge spoke with a shrilly laugh. “We know that you have magic,
just as both of your parents had. However, a book flying around in the
classroom with you outside with Dudley: that’s not possible, even for that oaf
Dumbledore!”
“Who’s Dumbledore?” Harry asked, wincing from Vernon’s grip tightening on his
hair.
“Silence, you Mudblood!” Vernon growled at him, nearly banging Harry’s head
against the wall. He then turned to Marge and smiled at her. “Please continue,
my love.”
“Thank you, dear.” She said back to him. Turning her attention back to Harry,
she continued: “You see Mudblood, magic only works if you have an exact memory
of where something is in your mind, and there was no fucking way you could see
the inside of your classroom from where you were. That’s means that there’s
something or someone helping you when you most need it, and we have a good idea
as to whom it might be!”
*“Petunia, dear, why don’t you go pick up Dudley?”* Vernon said to his wife,
not taking his eyes off of his nephew. Terrified as Harry was, he was kind of
amazed at Vernon talking almost in a musical way to Petunia, as she smiled
sweetly at her husband and walked back out the front door, literally passing
through her own sister unknowingly.
After she left, Marge frowned at her brother. “She should stay and watch,
Vernon. It will give her proper closure concerning her sister.”
“She’s not ready yet, Marge.” Vernon said simply, yanking Harry by his hair now
over to his sister. “Besides, we really don’t know if this entity is Lily. All
we can do is guess.”
“No, Vernon. We can do so much more than that.” Marge said with finality. She
then looked back in the direction of where her dog was keeping Lily’s spirit at
bay, as she raised the black tambourine and said: “Do you hear me, entity? We
have searched for and have destroyed these things like this Mudblood here and
whatever you are for centuries. You and your kind are simply not welcome in our
world, and this will prove it!”
“Harry, no matter what happens, know that I love you.” Lily told her son,
feeling like there was no escape from whatever was coming. “If you get the
chance, Harry, run and don’t ever look back. Go to Mrs. Figg, she’ll take you
to somewhere safe, I’m sure of…OWWWW!”
Lily’s screams could only be heard by Harry, as Marge shook the black colored
musical object like it was possessed. The tambourine made no sound at all from
Harry’s perspective, but looking at his mother, he knew it was causing her
great pain.
“Stop!” Harry shouted at Marge, begging her with his tearful eyes. “Take me!
Kill me if you want! Don’t do this to my mother!”
Both Marge and Vernon just laughed as Lily dropped down to her knees, screaming
in sheer pain grabbing her head tightly. As Harry cried, Lily’s form started to
flicker slowly, her screams becoming less and less audible. It was then that
Harry started to feel something he never really felt in a strong form before:
hate. He hated what was happening to his ghostly mother, the only one who truly
helped him make the last two years bearable. He hated what Vernon and Marge
were doing, simply because they felt they had the right and that they enjoyed
doing so. Most of all, he hated himself for not standing up to any of them.
After all, his mum told him that he was a wizard, and he had magic, so why
couldn’t he do anything to help.
“Stop it!” Harry kept screaming over and over, as both Vernon and Marge kept
laughing. “Stop it! Stop It! Stop! STOP! STOP IT! I SAID STOP IT RIGHT NOW!”
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Across the street-Same time
Arabella Figg was pacing furiously across her living room, right in front of a
blank portrait. On the bottom, there was a small silver plague that read
Alexander Matthew Figg: Minister of Magic and former Headmaster of Hogwarts,
1791-1919. Her great-grandfather was one of the greatest wizards of his age,
her father told her, before Grindelwald murdered him right after the first
world war ended. This was something she used to take pride in, and felt that he
was the one person that she truly disappointed when she discovered that she was
a squib. Now, the family portrait, which was bequeathed to her twenty years
ago, after her father died, was the quickest was she knew to get in touch with
Dumbledore.
As she waited, she thought back to all she had seen from across the street
where The Boy Who Lived lived. Harry’s malnutrition, his raggy and baggy
clothing, as well as the bruises and scars that even a half-blind person could
see on him. All that clearly told her that this was not a safe environment for
the young Harry Potter. This made Arabella question Dumbledore’s motives as
well as his original decision to leave him in that house. She knew that Harry’s
godfather was not an option, but his godmother still could have been. What’s
more, Alice was a brilliant witch, almost as brilliant as Harry’s mother, Lily.
Also, with Neville Longbottom next to Harry, he would have a real sense of
family, even after the death of Frank nearly seven years ago. However,
Dumbledore explained to her that Alice Longbottom would simply have too much to
handle, trying to raise both Neville and Harry. So, while secretly she thought
that was complete Thestral crap, Arabella kept watch and did whatever she could
to protect the seven-year-old.
“Hello, my dear Arabella.” The well-fit elderly man said after her appeared
back into his portrait. “I’m afraid that I have no new orders from Headmaster
Dumbledore.”
“How can this be, Great-Grandfather?” Arabella immediately stopped and looked
directly at his portrait. She was clearly angry at this point, but still spoke
to him with the upmost respect. “He should know what’s going on in that house!
Harry Potter is someone who needs to be protected at all costs! How can he do
this? Even an orphanage is better compared to these people.”
“I agree, Great-Granddaughter.” The portrait responded. “However, as Albus
Dumbledore is his magical guardian, he does unfortunately have the final say as
to where Harry Potter must live. I don’t like it, my sweet Arabella, but as you
know, it is magical law.”
“The Law Is Wrong!” She snapped angrily, surprising even herself at how loud
she had gotten. After taking a deep breath, she looked at her Great-
Grandfather. “I’m sorry, sir. I know that I shouldn’t…”
Just then, right at that exact point, a violent Earthquake shook the town of
Surrey as streets were torn apart, house crumbled like they were made of
gingerbread, cars had literally rolled into either large craters that opened
all over, or into intersections where they hit other cars violently, fires and
explosions had come in waves across several of the main streets as well as some
residential areas, and all generators all over the town instantly overheated
and had burnt down on their own. While no one knew, or could even guess where
this disaster was centered, Arabella and Alexander Figg had a very good idea
where, and who. Once the aftershocks had finally faded, Arabella managed to
shove off the rubble and grab her Great-Grandfather’s portrait. Her house was
gone, as well as most of the houses on Privet Drive. As the sun slowly began to
set, her eyes darted across the street to see a small, skinny boy with glasses
somehow over the rubble that was the Dursley’s home, balled up holding his
knees tightly against his chest, sobbing uncontrollably. And all across the
street, everybody, her included, were compelled to say the boy’s name:
“Harry Potter.”
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***** Chapter 2: The American Wizard *****
The Corruption of Lily Potter
Chapter 2
(The American Wizard)
Same day-London
“Harry Potter.” The two Ministers said at the exact same time after they both
felt the room around shake moderately. For Prime Minister Margarette Thatcher,
and Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge, who were enjoying a nice cup of tea
after Fudge relayed to her the current state of affairs of Magical Britain,
feeling the aftereffects of the Earthquake that violently shook Surrey had
disturbed their quiet afternoon, and alerted them both to what was happening.
Thatcher rushed to her office window and looked outside, while Fudge looked
over to the office door just in time to see Kingsley Shacklebolt, an Auror
assigned to protect the Prime Minister, nearly barge in after the shaking had
subsided. After looking to see that London was seemingly unaffected by the
Earthquake, Thatcher turned back to the portly, thin-haired Fudge and the tall,
black and well-built Shacklebolt and said to the both of them: “Who is Harry
Potter?”
 “Someone who is very important to our world, Madam Prime Minister.” Kingsley
said to her truthfully. “And he is someone that isn’t supposed to tap into his
raw magical abilities yet, especially at his age.”
“How old is he?” Minister Thatcher frowned intently and asked.
“According to our records, he’s only just turned seven two months ago.”
Kingsley replied, also frowning at the look Fudge was giving him. However, he
strongly believed in being truthful, which is why he never saw himself involved
in politics. “Harry may have been able to done things on a very minor scale,
but to excerpt this much raw energy, no child can survive that.”
“You’re not saying that this boy is now dead, are you Shacklebolt?” Thatcher
solemnly asked him, almost ignoring the look of fear on Fudge’s face. After
Kingsley slowly nodded, she looked over to Fudge and asked: “If this boy was so
important to your world, Cornelius, then why are you just telling me now about
him?”
After a very long pause of silence, Fudge answered her. “It would be best to
discuss this at a later date, Madam Prime Minster. We both have our duties to
attend to. I have to immediately send my Aurors to Surrey to help repair the
damages, as well as modify the memories of any who may have saw the event
occur. You need to declare a state of emergency for Surrey and send rescue
teams at once.”
“Very well, Cornelius.” She answered, going over to her desk and picking up her
phone. “We will talk about Harry Potter at our next meeting. Good day,
gentlemen.”
“Good day, Madam Prime Minister.” Fudge said with a respectful bow, with
Kingsley following suit. He then turned to Kingsley and said: “Shacklebolt,
contact Professor Dumbledore immediately. I want to know exactly what happened,
starting with how Harry Potter caused a devastating Earthquake.”
“Of course, Minister.” Kingsley bowed to him before Apparating away before
their very eyes. Thatcher blinked as she was just getting in touch with the
mayor of Surrey, for while she has seen this magical ability to teleport from
time-to-time, she never did get used to it.
After Kingsley Apparated away, Fudge turned to the large fireplace on the side
wall, and bowing to Prime Minister Thatcher one last time, he grabbed some
purple powder from the large empty candelabra attached to the fireplace, and
through it into the flame. The fire instantly turned green and Fudge
immediately stepped in, disappearing altogether from the Prime Minister’s
office, and reappearing into his own a moment later. As soon as he entered his
office, though, he noticed the figure of Albus Dumbledore standing solemnly on
the opposite side of Fudge’s desk. Fudge sighed heavily as he saw Dumbledore in
his office, for he hated every time he did that.
‘How does he always know?’ Fudge thought as he walked over and took
Dumbledore’s offered hand, shaking it respectfully. He then went over to his
side of his desk and took his seat. “We have much to discuss, Albus, but I’m
sure you know that already.”
“Indeed, I do, Minister.” Dumbledore said respectfully, taking a seat on the
opposite side. “However, I should tell you that I have taken the liberty of
dispatching Aurors to Surrey on your behalf.”
“Excellent old friend, but right now I have only one question: Is Harry Potter
still alive?”
Dumbledore simply frowned and nodded before truthfully answering. “Yes
Cornelius. I’m afraid he is.”
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Earlier-Somewhere outside London
Alice Longbottom had just picked her son Neville up from school and was slowly
walking home listening to him tell her about his day. Neville was happy,
mostly, for he did listen to his teacher and had a very good friend named Dean
Thomas, but he did always forget something. Alice simply smiled at this,
although his grandmother Augusta was very hard on him every time he did forget
something. For Alice, Neville had the same absentmindedness of his father when
he was Neville’s age. Alice even laughed silently as she remembered the time
when Augusta sent Frank a Remembrall when they were at Hogwarts and Frank lost
it not two hours after he had gotten it. She had to help him look all over the
Great Hall looking for it for hours until Professor Dumbledore himself walked
over to them and handed it right to Frank, chucking softly and telling Frank
how much he reminded Dumbledore of Frank’s father. Alice chuckled a little
louder thinking how absentmindedness runs in the Longbottom family.
“Mum, did I say something funny?’ the seven-year-old brunette asked her.
“Sorry, son. I was just thinking about how much you remind me of your father
and how he used to forget things too.” She replied, smiling down at him.
Grabbing his hand, she began walking again. “Come on, your Grandmother will
throw a fit if we’re not home on time. You know how she tends to get when
things are not perfect for her.”
“Yes, Mum. I…I forgot Trevor!” Neville stopped in his tracks, grasping his
mother’s hand tightly. Pulling his mother in the opposite direction, he said:
“Mum, we have to go back to school! I’ll be horrified if something were to
happen to him.”
“Again?” Alice said to him, frowning this time at his absentmindedness. Turning
back in the school’s direction, she added: “Where did you leave him this time?”
“I don’t know, I think…” Neville started to say, but right at that time, they
began to feel the ground tremble and shake beneath them. Alice immediately
pulled her son over to the brick wall of one of the stores they were passing by
and held Neville tightly. She watched as people all around them did their best
to protect themselves from the Earthquake, however, it only lasted for a minute
or so when it dissipated quickly. Afterwards though, every person, Alice and
Neville included, were compelled to say one person’s name.
“Harry Potter.”
Alice immediately gasped afterwards and the sudden realization of her godson’s
name being on everyone’s lips. Letting go of her son, she looked around to see
people all around her muttering to each other at what they just said. Neville
looked up at his mother, slightly scared at saying the name he had heard his
mother and grandmother mention several times, and when he asked who Harry
Potter was, the only answer he got from them was that he was a hero to the
wizarding world and that he would meet him one day. However, by the look on his
mother’s face at that exact moment, he was beginning to doubt the fact.
“Neville.” Alice grabbed his hand very tightly and said. “We need to go home
now. I’m sorry about your frog, but we can’t worry about him right now.
Understand?”
“Yes, Mum.” Neville said as they were already moving towards their home, Alice
nearly yanking her own son by his arm. Neville winced at the force his mother
was pulling him, but did his best to keep up, for there were times when his
mother scared him more than his grandmother did. This was definitely one of
those times.
Nearly a half of an hour later, Alice and Neville Longbottom crossed through a
park where children loved to play and came to a large and thick wall of bushes
that stood against an even larger brick wall. No one outside of the
Longbottom’s knew what was on the other side of this wall, and no one really
bothered to ask. Alice looked around quickly to see if anyone was paying
attention to them, and after realizing it was safe, they passed through the
magical barrier of their home: Longbottom Manor.
Entering through the front door of their large home, Alice instantly began
hearing the raised voice of her mother-in-law talking to a man whom she did not
recognize. Closing the door silently, and whispering to Neville to go upstairs
to his room, Alice walked forward into their living room and moved toward the
den, where the voices were speaking.
“Just because you were ordered to come here doesn’t mean I have to acknowledge
it!” Augusta Longbottom shouted, nearly shaking the furniture around Alice.
Alice listened closely by the closed door waiting to hear the other one speak
so she knew what this was about. However, Augusta continued shouting. “I don’t
care what that old bat says; I’m not about to let some bloody American
interfere with a British matter!”
“Lady Augusta Longbottom,” The man began to say, talking with the greatest of
respect towards her. Alice still did not recognize this man’s voice, although
she really never talked to an American wizard to begin with. “I came here under
direct orders from Perenelle Flamel herself, and in case you forgot; she is our
Head Sorceress. Also, with all due respect; that is my mother you are calling
an old bat.”
“The Covenants may state that I have to bow to her will when matters are most
dire, but as Lady of Longbottom House, and British Voice of The Coven, the fate
of Harry Potter is mine to decide, not hers.” Augusta snapped at the male
again, stomping her feet once so hard the whole house shook.
Alice gasped in shock at hearing Augusta mentioning Harry’s name to this
person, as well as hearing of this Coven for the first time in her life.
Augusta wasn’t known for keeping secrets very well to herself, as she was more
known for letting her opinion known quite loudly at times to any who would
here, and some who didn’t. However, it seemed to Alice that her mother-in-law
had kept her lips shut about this Coven. Straining against the door frame, she
continued listening.
“What of the Ministry then?” He asked calmly, although Alice could swear she
heard a hint of anger as he said ‘Ministry’. “They surely have sent Aurors to
Privet Drive, where Harry Potter still is. Now what do you think they are going
to do when they find the boy? We both know that Harry caused that Earthquake,
so bickering right now is pointless. So, do I have your direct permission to
act as I deem fit, in order to protect Harry Potter from any and all harm?”
Grumbling for a few moments, and stomping her feet some more, she finally said:
“Alice, you can come in now. We both know you are here just outside.”
Alice slowly opened the door and entered to see Augusta glaring hard at a thin,
short dark-blonde haired man dressed in a beige business suit and wearing
sunglasses in a very dark room. Curiosity got the better of her as she stared
intently at his sunglasses. As she got closer, Augusta snapped at her
immediately.
“Alice! One does not stare willy-nilly at something they don’t understand!”
Augusta said nearly making Alice grab her heart as she did. “Now, please show
proper respect and introduce yourself!”
“That’s quite alright, Lady Augusta.” He said before turning to face Alice and
bowing respectfully. “Lady Alice Longbottom, allow me the curtesy of
introducing myself: I am Thaddeus Matthew Prendergast Flamel, son of the famous
Alchemist Nicholas and Seer Perenelle Flamel. I am honored to meet you, ma’am.”
“Thank you, Mr. Flamel, but Mrs. Longbottom will have to do.” Alice responded,
returning his bow. “I choose not to take that title after my husband died. We
both wanted Neville to have as normal of a childhood as he possibly can.”
“No need to explain, Mrs. Longbottom.” Thaddeus stated. “Your husband and I met
each other once, just before his death, along with James Potter, of course.
However, now is not the time to discuss it. As Harry Potter’s Godmother, I
request your company as we must get to Privet Drive in Surrey as soon as
possible. I will need your help in assuring Harry’s protection from both the
wizarding world as well as, as you call them, muggle world.”
“Why would my Godson need protection from the wizarding world?” Alice asked
quickly, her frown becoming quite apparent. “He is ‘The Boy Who Lived’ after
all, any true wizard or witch would give their life for him. I damn well
would.”
“Alice, go with him now!” Augusta told her with fierceness in her eyes. “He
will explain everything after you two assure Harry Potter’s safety. Now go at
once! I’ll watch after Neville while you’re gone.”
Alice stared almost blankly at her mother-in-law’s order as Thaddeus, this
unknown man who somehow knew both Frank and James, offered his hand to Alice.
Taking a slow, deep breath, she grabbed it tightly and closing her eyes, she
felt her body almost shrink itself into nothingness as they both Disapparated
away.
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Hours after the Earthquake-Privet Drive
“I don’t care about Harry Potter right now!” Petunia Dursley snapped with her
son Dudley next to her. “I want you to take us to my husband Vernon right now!”
“As I have told you before, Mrs. Dursley,” The pinned-striped suit, long-haired
man told her. “Both your husband and his sister have been taken to Hospital.
They are in severe, yet stable conditions at the moment. However, I am sorry to
say that your dog did not make it.”
“He was not my dog, he was Marge’s!” She shouted at the tall man. “And I have
already told you: I do not know where my nephew is right now! If he is dead,
then he’s dead. If he’s alive, then he’s going to wish he wasn’t!”
At that point, she turned on her heel and marched away, pulling her nearly
overweight son Dudley with her. The pinned-striped suit man shook his head in
disappointment before he turned to another, slightly older gentleman wearing
nearly the same outfit. “I’m sorry sir, but that bloody muggle doesn’t know
where her nephew is. There’s no telling if we may ever find his body, sir.”
“There’s no need to be so negative, Pius.” The older man told him, staring at
the ruins of #4 Privet Drive. “We must not give up our search until we have
positive proof of his life or death. Is that understood, Mr. Thicknesse?”
“Yes, sir, Mr. Scrimgeour. I understand.” Pius responded, frowning at the fact
that he still had to deal with the muggles who lived on the street.
Rufus Scrimgeour sighed deeply as he watched his Head Auror walked down the
street to question the muggles who survived. Looking around the street,
Scrimgeour could not believe that the people who lived here mostly survived the
Earthquake that a seven-year-old boy somehow caused. He had already received
the preliminary reports of the damage in Surrey: so far only 25 muggles were
killed in the violent event, with almost 4 times that many severely or
critically injured. His Aurors have done what they could to repair the
extensive damage, but with muggle rescue units already on scene, any more help
from them would not be possible until they knew that they could do so with
little or no muggle involvement. However, the Aurors primary objective was to
find Harry Potter, whether he was alive or dead, and determine how a seven-
year-old could wield such devastating magic.
At the moment, his attention was immediately drawn to a pair of figures
approaching Privet Drive from the south. A man who Scrimgeour did not
recognize, and a woman who he identified immediately as Alice Longbottom. A
frown grew on his face as he noticed that the pair was walking strait for him.
As they got closer, however, the beige-suit man turned towards the wreckage of
the Dursley’s home as Alice walked straight up to him.
“Mr. Scrimgeour,” Alice said respectfully, with her voice full of emotion as
well. “I would like to apologize for showing up quite abruptly, but as you
should know, I am Harry Potter’s Godmother. As such, I am here to see to his
wellbeing as well as his protection, should he need it.”
Scrimgeour nodded his understanding, but his attention was drawn to the man who
had accompanied Mrs. Longbottom. At the moment, he seemed to be talking to
himself as he was kneeling over the rubble that was once the Dursley’s living
room. Scrimgeour kept his eyes on the strange gentleman, who was for some
reason wearing sunglasses at night, and asked Mrs. Longbottom: “Mrs.
Longbottom, can you please tell me who is that man and why is he searching
through the rubble of that house?”
Alice took a deep breath before answering. “My mother-in-law told me to take
him with me to help search for Harry. I only know that his name is Thaddeus and
he specializes in finding people who might not want to be found.”
At that point, this Thaddeus gentleman had pulled something from the rubble. At
first, Scrimgeour couldn’t recognize what he pulled, but as he walked closer
back to them, he saw that it was a destroyed, burnt tambourine. As he made his
way to them, he tossed it straight to Scrimgeour and glared at him.
“Do you know what that is, sir?” Thaddeus directly asked Scrimgeour, glaring
down the clearly taller man. Scrimgeour blinked as he heard Thaddeus’ American
accent and wondered why this wizard was in England in the first place.
“I believe even you Americans believe in a sense of decorum. I am Rufus
Scrimgeour, Head of the Auror Department for the Ministry of Magic.” He told
him, showing that he wasn’t going to be bullied by this American wizard. “Now,
who might you be, young sir.”
“As Mrs. Longbottom clearly told you, you can call me Thaddeus.” He said,
trying to keep his anger in check. “And I know that because I heard her say
that to you. Now, while I apologize for my rudeness, we are here to ensure the
safety of Harry Potter. Which brings me back to that item in your hand, sir.
So, I ask again: do you know what that is?”
Scrimgeour wrinkled his nose in disgust at the way Thaddeus was talking to him,
but decided to turn his attention to the object in his hand. By all
appearances, it looked like a normal tambourine that was destroyed in the
Earthquake and burnt to…No wait. It was not burnt, it was black. He examined
the sides and back of it, and every piece of it was colored black for some
reason. Scrimgeour shook it was and opened his eyes wider when it made
absolutely no sound. It was then that he noticed that a small symbol barely
visible to the naked eye, and as soon as he recognized it, he dropped the
tambourine to the ground. The symbol was an upside down cross merged with a
swastika.
“Human Supremacists!” Scrimgeour almost bellowed out in anger. The Aurors
searching Privet Drive all stopped when they heard that name. Every Ministry
Auror was taught about this wizard and witch hating group, and were given
direct orders to avoid them at all costs. However, Scrimgeour shook his head
unbelievingly at what he was seeing. “Impossible! The last grouping in Europe
was in Germany during World War II, and they were all but destroyed by their
own muggle means.”
“Be that as it may, Mr. Scrimgeour.” Thaddeus said to him, calmer now that he
saw the surprise on his face. “They are here now, and at least one of the
Dursley’s is a member. I believe that they were using this prior to Harry’s
magical outburst. If that is the case, then I suggest you find the Dursleys and
question them at length about that item, as well as what they were doing with
it. Also, seeing as Harry Potter is nowhere to be found around here, I suggest
that you go to his school as well as the hospitals nearby.”
“That’s a very good idea, Thaddeus.” Scrimgeour responded, waving his hand to
get the attention of his Aurors. “And what of you and Mrs. Longbottom?”
“There’s a public park with a playground just a few blocks over.” Thaddeus
answered. “With your permission, we would like to search there to see if he
might be there.”
At that point, Pius Thicknesse and the other Aurors had formed a circle around
the three of them. Scrimgeour looked over to Thicknesse and said: “Pius, you
and Rancorn will accompany Mrs. Longbottom and, I’m sorry, but I didn’t get
your last name.” He turned back to Thaddeus.
“It’s Prendergast.” Thaddeus responded simply, noting that several Aurors were
whispering to each other afterwards.
Scrimgeour nodded with understanding to him before turning back to Thicknesse.
“As I said; you two will accompany them to the children’s playground and help
them search for Harry Potter.” He told him before turning to the other Aurors.
“The rest of you; spread out and search his school as well as local hospitals
nearby. If anyone spots Harry Potter, they are to alert me immediately. Is that
understood?”
They all answered him with the same answer as they all went in different
directions away from Privet Drive. Scrimgeour paid especially close attention
to Mrs. Longbottom and the now identified Mr. Prendergast as they walked with
Thicknesse and Albert Rancorn to the east towards the park. He frowned as he
looked on deep in thought at this American wizard who had the unfortunate luck
of having the last name of Prendergast, for even British wizards and witches
knew of the Prendergasts and their reputation. When they were far enough away,
Scrimgeour Apparated away to the Ministry with the single thought of Dumbledore
and Fudge would want to know what just happened.
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Several minutes later-Children’s playground
Alice Longbottom grew increasingly concerned for her godson’s wellbeing as the
four of them approached the playground. It was increasingly harder to walk
there as several streets had been destroyed by the earthquake. However, they
were able to find a dirt path through a pipe tunnel that was still surprisingly
whole after the devastation around the neighborhood. They were careful, though,
as Thaddeus led them all to their destination, being exceedingly careful not to
endanger their lives while walking towards the public park. Finally, they had
reached their destination and saw a short, stout old lady standing by the
merry-go-round as she was looking down at a small figure laying down against
it. The four of them quickly ran to them as they immediately recognized the
small figure as Harry Potter.
“Mrs. Longbottom?” The old lady looked towards the group that rushed towards
them. Thaddeus instantly bent down to check on Harry as Alice looked wide-eyed
at the form of the person protecting him.
“Mrs. Figg?” Alice stood in front of her and looked at her in total shock.
“What are you doing here?”
“Dumbledore asked me to watch over Harry last year.” Mrs. Figg answered,
looking back down at the passed-out Harry. “However, after seeing what the
Dursleys were doing to Harry, I am wondering why he hasn’t acted yet.”
“Silence, you Squib!” Thicknesse glared at the old woman. “You do not get to
question the great Albus Dumbledore. You…”
“Actually, Mr. Thicknesse.” Thaddeus interrupted him as stood up and face both
him and Rancorn. “I think both of you have done your job in finding Harry
Potter, so allow me to show my appreciation: Petrificus Totalus!”
Both Thicknesse and Rancorn froze instantly and fell down backwards, shocking
both Alice and Mrs. Figg as Thaddeus just pointed two fingers from each hand at
each man. There was no wand in either hand as Thaddeus walked over to each man
and, one at a time, pointed his fingers over them and said: “Obliviate!”
Both women looked on in shocked silence as Thaddeus erased both Pius
Thicknesse’s and Albert Rancorn’s memories. What shocked them the most wasn’t
the fact that he attacked two Aurors, it was that fact that he was wandlessly
using magic. By the time he had finished with the two wizards, he walked back
over to them and said: “They won’t remember a thing after showing up here. I
modified their memories just enough to believe that we didn’t find Harry and
choose to go back to Longbottom Manor.”
“I don’t understand?” Alice finally had found her voice. “How can you use magic
without a wand, and why did you attack them in the first place?”
“I am a member of the Coven, Mrs. Longbottom.” Thaddeus answered her as he went
to check on Harry again. “Every member, whether witch or wizard, has that
specific ability to do so. That includes my mother as well as your mother-in-
law. As for why I attack them, I can’t answer that just yet. Some secrets, even
mine, need to be opened only when the time is right.”
“Who are you sir, and what do you want with Harry?” Mrs. Figg spoke up, still
shocked to see this man’s level of magic.
“My name is Thaddeus Matthew Prendergast Flamel, Mrs. Arabella Figg.” He
responded, not taking his sunglassed eyes over Harry. “I am charged by
Perenelle Flamel to protect Harry Potter at all costs, including my own life.”
“How is he?” Alice bent down next to him. Thaddeus had placed his hand on
Harry’s forehead and turned his head away from Alice to seemingly look at
nothing. He sighed for a moment before taking his hand off of Harry before
standing and looking back at Alice.
“He’s alive, but he’s very weak right now and running a high fever.” Thaddeus
answered honestly. As he was talking, he turned his head in the direction he
was looking at before, then turning back to face Alice and Mrs. Figg. “Years of
abuse and malnutrition have taken its toll on the boy. His immune system is in
a very weak state right now. That plus the massive energy required to actually
cause an earthquake on this type of scale; it’s a miracle that Harry’s even
breathing right now.”
“Can you help him?” Alice asked, very determined to do everything that she
could to help her godson.
“Yes, but we need to get him somewhere safe.” He responded, turning his head
back to that same spot and back. “He needs rest and he needs medicine. More
importantly, he needs time to process what’s happened.”
It was then that curiosity got the better of Mrs. Figg as she asked: “Excuse
me, sir, but why are you wearing sunglasses at night and why are you looking at
a place where no one is at?”
Thaddeus sighed again as he slowly removed his sunglasses and looked at both
Alice and Mrs. Figg. Within that very moment, they understood why he wore them.
His blue eyes were clouded by a greyish haze that almost seemed to glow. It was
then Alice remembered the myth about the Prendergast family.
“You can see and talk to ghosts!” Alice nearly blurted out. “I knew I heard the
name ‘Prendergast’ before!”
Thaddeus nodded. “My birth family’s name has not been well received at times,
even in the wizarding world.” He said to her. “I promise to explain more when
we get Harry back to Longbottom Manor, but we have to go now!”
With that, Thaddeus slowly and carefully picked up Harry off of the merry-go-
round. As he hoisted the thin and small seven-year-old boy into his arms, he
looked back to the empty spot again and said: “Don’t worry, I promise to do all
I can to help Harry.”
Alice grabbed Thaddeus’ shoulder at that point and began picturing her home in
her mind. However, before leaving, Mrs. Figg, who insisted on coming with them,
asked Thaddeus one last question as she grabbed a hold of Alice Longbottom’s
arm.
“May I ask who you were talking to just now?”
The answer Thaddeus gave both Alice and Mrs. Figg looks of complete shock. “The
boy’s mother: Lily Potter.”
With that, they Apparated to Longbottom Manor leaving the two Aurors waking
back up completely bewildered.
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Later-Minister of Magic’s Office
Albus Dumbledore calmly stood over the man who had brought both him and Fudge
news of what was found in the Dursley’s home. Rufus Scrimgeour laid dead after
Dumbledore instantly electrocuted the man for informing him of the Human
Supremacists torturing Harry Potter. This was not news to him. In fact, he had
counted on Vernon and Marge Dursley to rid him of the problem of Harry Potter.
However, the news of an American wizard travelling with Alice Longbottom was
especially troubling, not to mention the wizard’s name: Thaddeus Prendergast.
He knew of the Prendergast legacy, the ability to see and talk to ghosts
without magical enhancements or be in and magical area where ghosts can be seen
and talked to, like Hogwarts. As calm as Dumbledore was, his thoughts were
angrily trying to figure out who had sent Prendergast to England.
“Was that necessary, Albus?” Fudge asked as he walked over next to him and
looked down upon the dead body. “You already knew that the Dursley family were
members of that hate group.”
“That’s not why I killed him, Cornelius.” Dumbledore answered, still somewhat
lost in his thoughts. “He allowed Alice Longbottom to search for Harry Potter,
and if she does find him, killing him early may not be an option.”
“True, but after everything that just happened, killing him would not be
possible without the magical community in an uproar.” Fudge said, using his
wand to levitate the corpse to the fireplace. “What about this Prendergast
gentleman? What do you think about him coming here all of a sudden?”
“That is something I can’t answer just yet, old friend.” Dumbledore said as he
watched the body of Scrimgeour burn in the fireplace before Fudge used the floo
powder to send him away. “Although, I do believe after discovering that black
tambourine so easily that he just might be a member of the Coven.”
“Surely that can’t be, Albus. They have not set foot in England for almost a
hundred years now. I don’t even think that they have the numbers anymore to
even stop the Supremacists, let alone us.”
“Never underestimate them, Cornelius. Their numbers might not be large, but
they are still powerful, and if they get Harry Potter on their side, then we
are in serious trouble.”
Fudge frowned as he looked back at Dumbledore. “What should we do, Albus?”
“First, we need to make sure that Harry goes back to the Dursleys.” He
responded, looking dead in the eye at Fudge. “Make a compromise with the
Longbottoms if you have to, but he must live in the muggle world until it’s
time for him to come to Hogwarts. Hopefully, the Dursleys might still be useful
enough to do the deed before that happens, but should they fail by that time,
well let’s just say that I’ll make sure Harry Potter’s life at Hogwarts will be
remembered greatly.”
“You don’t intend to see to boy before then, do you, Albus?”
“That would be unwise, my friend. I have not spent the last decade planning for
my accent to the throne, and Harry Potter is the only one who stands in my
way.”
After Dumbledore said that, he nodded his goodbye to Fudge and Apparated back
to Hogwarts. Fudge went back to his seat and sighed as he sat back down into
it. Crossing his fingers, he began to search his thoughts for a way to send
Harry Potter back to Surrey, for he knew that Alice Longbottom would fight him
unless he found some sort of compromise. While Fudge understood why Dumbledore
wanted Harry Potter to die, he was beginning to question if it was even
possible, for a seven-year-old being able to cause an earthquake in Surrey was
someone who had massive power in his hands, whether he knew it or not. However,
someone who could do that would be very dangerous to the wizarding community,
not to mention Fudge himself. It was that very fact that Dumbledore had
convinced him seven years ago, and why The Boy Who Lived, Harry James Potter,
had to die.
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***** Chapter 3: Questions and Answers *****
The Corruption of Lily Potter
Chapter 3
(Questions and Answers)
Two Weeks Later-Longbottom Manor
Lily watched as her son slept calmly and silently for the first time since he
came here. For the last two weeks, she has done nothing but stand by his warm,
comfortable bed as he tossed and turned having nightmares of what he had done.
Not only that, but she had been just as terrified and worried about what Harry
had done. She simply couldn’t believe that her son was capable of something
like that. To destroy the entire town of Surrey with an earthquake like that
was the most powerful magic she had ever seen. And while she knew Harry had no
intention of causing something like that to happen, she also knew that they
were going to be repercussions.
Lily’s attention was drawn away as the door to the Longbottom’s guest room
slowly opened and Thaddeus entered with a House-Elf, who was actually dressed
in casual attire, following behind him carrying a breakfast tray for Harry. The
House-Elf, who Thaddeus identified as Topy, placed the tray of breakfast food
on the dresser next to where Harry was sleeping while Thaddeus walked over to
the window and pulled apart the curtains. As the late morning sun brightened
the room, Lily noticed Thaddeus’ eyes return back to his normal looking blue
color while Thaddeus looked right at Lily before turning to Harry.
“How has he been sleeping?” Thaddeus asked her. It still bothered her a bit
that Thaddeus could not only see her, but talk to her as well. Lily knew that
unless a spirit was bonded to a place, or an item, then there should be no
natural way she should be seen. She knew Harry could do that and somehow more,
but she believed that she bonded with her son the very night she had died. For
her, it was the only logical explanation.
“He has been sleeping peacefully.” Lily answered him, somewhat glad she could
communicate with someone. “As far as I can tell, he didn’t have any nightmares
this time.”
“Some good news at least.” Thaddeus nodded as he looked at Topy. “Topy, I need
you to get my small travel case and bring it to the living room. After you do
that, please keep an eye out and tell me when both Augusta and Alice Longbottom
will be returning home.”
“Yes, Master Flamel.” Topy bowed, which Thaddeus frowned at him instantly for
doing. Topy laughed loudly as he ran from the room looking back at Thaddeus who
shot a small bolt of electricity at the House-Elf’s behind, missing by an inch.
“I swear, I should’ve never saved his life.” Thaddeus muttered under his
breath, which caught Lily’s attention with an inquiring glare. He sighed as he
turned towards her and explained: “Long story short; I was travelling to Paris
when I found him outside of a local village. He had decided apparently to make
fun of a rather large mountain troll, who after Topy had gotten mad, wondered
how a House-Elf might taste. After I had managed to free Topy from him, we made
a run for it, and I have been stuck with him ever since, bad jokes and all.”
“I don’t understand. Isn’t he your servant?” Lily asked, still confused at what
was going on between Thaddeus and Topy.
“Not really.” Thaddeus answered. “While he does owe me his life, American
wizards are not allowed to have House-Elves unless they are employed by them.
It’s one of the reasons why House-Elves are rarely seen in America.”
“Mum, who are you talking to?” Harry said as he stirred from his slumber,
opening his eyes and trying to see who was there. Thaddeus looked over at the
young boy as he walked over to him and picked up Harry’s eyeglasses from the
nightstand next to them. Handing them to Harry, Thaddeus sat on the bed next to
him as Harry put them on. After Harry put on his glasses, he saw the man who
had been taking care of him for the last two weeks.
“Hello, Harry.” Thaddeus said to him after Harry had a good look at him. “Do
you know who I am?”
“Yes, sir.” Harry nodded with a slight smile. “You’re Thaddeus Prendergast
Flamel. You’ve been helping me after I…er the earthquake happened.”
“That’s alright, Harry. We already know what really happened.” Thaddeus told
the seven-year-old boy. “We also know that you had no control over it at that
time. You were simply too scared and angry to notice what you did until it was
too late.” Thaddeus then sighed as he placed his hand on Harry’s forehead and
asked: “How do you feel today, Harry?”
“Much better now, thank you.” He responded, feeling like he could trust
Thaddeus. “Can you tell me what actually happened to me?”
Thaddeus put his hand back down and sighed again. “You went through what we,
the magical community, call magical exhaustion. This can happen one of two
ways. First is when a wizard or witch uses too much of their core magic,
whereas the second is when a wizard or witch uses magic too powerful that their
body simply can’t adjust to it, which I’m afraid is what you actually did.”
“I’m sorry, but I don’t understand.” Harry said, frowning a bit. “What’s the
difference between them?”
“Well, your core magic is basically magic that you have inside of you.”
Thaddeus explained. “Think of yourself as an empty glass; magic in your body
gets stored the same way water fills up a glass. It can only hold so much magic
at any one time, so when you use all of your magic inside of you, your glass
becomes empty and you will always feel it. The other way allows a wizard or
witch to access magic not inside of them. You see Harry, the purest form of
magical energy exists all around us; within everybody and everything. It even
exists within the air we breathe. It is also the hardest magic to access, not
impossible mind you, just hard. That is what you somehow were able to do, and
for someone so young, you’re lucky you are not dead.”
“What do you mean?” Harry asked, somewhat scared now.
“Well, as I said before, you suffered from magical exhaustion.” Thaddeus
replied. “The effects of that can range from being passed out for a short
amount of time, to actual death. Your case resulted in you passed out for a
week, along with a high fever caused by malnutrition. Since then, my only
concern was to get you well enough for us, the Longbottoms and me, to explain,
well everything to you and your mother. For right now, Harry, you need to eat
and get your strength back up. When you are ready, you’ll find a change of
clothes in that dresser next to you, as well as sneakers underneath the bed.
You can join me downstairs and wait for both Alice and Augusta Longbottom’s
return.”
Harry smiled and nodded as Thaddeus stood up and began walking out of the
bedroom. Before leaving, he gave a slight nod to Lily as she took Thaddeus’
place on the bed next to Harry. After Thaddeus left, Lily bent over to Harry’s
forehead and gently kissed him with her ghostly lips. Looking at her son, she
thought about his recent ordeal, as well as how he overcame it. She herself,
even though she was in terrible pain from Marge’s enchanted black tambourine,
felt Harry’s power get unleashed for the first time. She was not only
frightened for her son after he caused the earthquake, she was also amazed at
the type of power he could wield. More than that, though, it seemed like Harry
was definitely stronger somehow, and not just in a magical way. She couldn’t
explain it, but he did seem stronger to her.
“Are you really alright, Harry?” Lily asked her son.
“Yes, I’m fine now, Mum.” Harry answered as he went to grab the tray of food.
Before he began eating, though, he had to ask: “Do you know what happened to
Uncle Vernon and Aunt Marge?”
“No, son, I don’t.” She answered. “I do remember Marge’s dog near me before the
house collapsing. He didn’t make it.”
Harry nodded understandingly as he began devouring his breakfast. Lily watched
him as he ate with a sad smile on her ghostly face. While Harry was eating,
both Lily and Harry noticed a small boy standing by the open door. From Harry’s
viewpoint, he looked like he was the same age and size of Harry, with the
exception being that the boy was somewhat rounder to Harry’s skinny frame.
Being noticed, the boy entered and walked over to Harry and offered his hand
with a smile. As Harry took and shook the boy’s hand returning his warm smile,
he noticed that the boy was holding a tiny brown frog in his other hand.
“Hello, I’m Neville Longbottom.” He said as they shook hands. “Please to meet
you, Harry Potter.”
“Hello, nice to meet you, Neville.” Harry responded to him, warmly surprised at
how different Neville was to his cousin Dudley. After they released each
other’s hand, Harry asked: “Can you tell me where we are? I mean, I know that
this is your house, but I don’t know where we are specifically. The last thing
that I remember before waking up here was being at a playground in Surrey.”
“Oh, we are just outside of London.” Neville responded. “My gran has this house
hidden so nobody but us knows where we are. As a matter of fact, our house is
just in front of a local playground. No one can tell that we’re really here.”
“Thank you, Neville.” Harry said to him, taking a bite of his buttered toast.
“So, can you tell me what happened after the earthquake, Neville?”
“I can’t tell you much, I’m afraid.” Neville told him, frowning a bit. “All I
know is that after the earthquake happened, everyone was compelled to say your
name. Lucky for you, though, because most muggles just forgot that they
actually said your name and went about their normal business.”
“Muggle?” Harry frowned at the word.
“Sorry. Muggle is what we call non-magic people.” Neville explained. “As for us
wizards and witches, we repaired most of Surrey, as far as I know anyway, and
we helped with anybody who was seriously injured in the disaster.”
Harry and Neville continued talking for over an hour, even after Harry had
finished eating and changed into his new clothes. As they talked, Harry found
out many things about Neville. Like the fact that they both had lost their
fathers on the same day. Also, while Neville knows about his wizarding
upbringing, he was currently attending a muggle school, and had a friend named
Dean Thomas. Harry also learned about Neville’s frog, Trevor, and how Neville
kept misplacing his pet. By the time they both made their way down the stairs
and into the living room, both Harry and Lily were smiling at the fact that
Harry finally had a true friend.
As Harry and Neville entered the living room of Longbottom Manor, Thaddeus
Prendergast Flamel and Mrs. Figg both looked up from their reading, Thaddeus
reading a weird-looking newspaper and Mrs. Figg a book. As both Harry and
Neville made their way to a couch across from Thaddeus and Mrs. Figg, Neville
looked around the room and asked: “Mum and gran not back yet?”
“Sorry, Neville, but they’re not due back until much later.” Thaddeus said as
he folded up his newspaper. Looking now at Harry, He said: “I know that both
you and your mother have a lot of questions, but I can only answer those that I
know about. For anything else, I’m afraid that you have to wait until Neville’s
mother and grandmother comes back home.”
Harry nodded and asked: “Can you tell me how you can see my mother? I know that
I can, and even I don’t know how I can.”
“Well, I was born Thaddeus Matthew Prendergast.” Thaddeus explained to Harry.
“In America, where I was born and raised, the Prendergasts are wizards and
witches that are born with a special trait; we can see and talk to ghosts and
spirits that nobody else can see. While very few members of my birth family are
still alive, the ones that have this ability are either declared unstable or
insane. As for me, I’m the first Prendergast to ever have this ability, and
thanks to my adopted family, the Flamels, I learned to master this ability. As
for you, Harry, since you can only see your mother and not any other ghosts and
spirits, I can tell you that a very strong bond exists between the both of you.
How strong this bond is or how long it has existed, is something I don’t know
yet, although I do have a guess as to how long.”
“What do you mean, you’re the first when you know about others?” Harry asked,
looking straight at the middle-aged American wizard. “You’re not very old,
after all.”
“Well, actually, I’m over 350 years old.” Thaddeus said with a fake cough.
Everyone in the room, Lily included, looked at Thaddeus wide-eyed at his
statement. However, Lily finally made the connection.
“You’re the adopted son of Nicholas Flamel, the world-renowned Alchemist.” Lily
almost exclaimed. Of course, the only people who heard her were Thaddeus and
Harry. “The philosopher’s stone and the elixir of life.”
Thaddeus nodded to Lily, but to everyone else he said: “It’s very hard to
explain right now. Let’s just say that my adopted parents have the secret of
long life and leave it at that for now.”
“Okay, I guess.” Harry shrugged. “How did you come to find me?”
“My mother is a Seer.” Thaddeus answered. “That means that she can see things
before they actually happen. She saw the earthquake in Surrey and knew you were
the cause of it. So, she sent me an owl and told me to get here right away to
protect you and Neville. She said that both of you would be in very real danger
if you two didn’t meet soon. She’s not very clear to as why, but she told me
that if you two didn’t, first you Harry, then you Neville, will be killed
before either one of you get to Hogwarts.”
“That’s enough, Mr. Flamel!” Augusta Longbottom snapped as she entered the
living room, followed by her daughter-in-law, Alice Longbottom. As Thaddeus
stood and bowed to them in respect, Topy popped in right in front of them
carrying a small brown case.
“Lady Longbottom and Mrs. Longbottom have arrived, Master Flamel, sir.” Topy
said laughingly before dropping Thaddeus’ case and popping away. Thaddeus
looked down menacingly at where Topy just was before turning his attention to
the Longbottom ladies.
“My apologies, Lady Longbottom.” Thaddeus said as he picked up the case and sat
back down. “I believed it was our intent to be completely forthcoming with both
of them.”
“That is still for me to decide, Mr. Flamel.” Augusta said sternly as she
looked over at both Harry and Neville. “Harry Potter, it is good to finally see
you well. You’ve given my daughter-in-law quite a scare.”
Before Harry could respond, Alice ran straight towards Harry and grabbed him
into a massive hug. Sobbing uncontrollably, Alice held Harry so tightly that
Harry could barely breathe. Neville looked at his mother in confusion as she
continued to hug Harry.
“Oh Harry, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Alice said as she cried in Harry’s
embrace. “Please forgive me, I should’ve been there for you when you needed
me.”
“Um…Who are you?” Harry managed to say as Alice released her tight grip over
Harry. Alice upon hearing him asked that finally released the hug and got down
to one knee to face him.
“I’m sorry, I’m Alice Longbottom.” Alice said as she pushed back her tears.
“I’m your godmother, Harry. I was also your mother’s best friend at Hogwarts.”
“Mrs. Longbottom, I think it’s time that we tell Harry everything.” Thaddeus
said to her as he opened the case and set it to his side. “But first, Harry, I
need you to tell me exactly what happened just before the earthquake. Please
try to be as precise as possible.”
Harry took a long deep breath and looked over to his mother Lily. After she
slowly nodded, Harry turned towards the adults and began to explain. “Well, I
came home after school during which time Mrs. Figg warned me about Marge
Dursley being there as well as my Uncle Vernon finding out that my cousin
Dudley got detention for picking on me at school. My aunt Petunia rushed me
inside the house soon after, by which time Uncle Vernon grabbed me and threw me
against the wall. After that, Marge sicked her dog Ripper on my Mum’s spirit as
they both seemed to know about her being near me. When I tried to scream or beg
them to stop, they hurt me and called me a Mudblood.” Everyone but Lily and
Thaddeus gasped loudly at hearing that word, however Harry continued. “They
then told me that they knew about mum helping me and used some weird tambourine
to cause her pain. It didn’t make any kind of sound, but looking at mum it was
hurting her to the point of destroying her spirit. It was at that point that I
just lost control and the earthquake happened. I can’t explain how I did it,
but I know that I did, because after it happened, I heard everyone say my
name.”
“Okay, first thing I need to explain to you is what you really did.” Thaddeus
said to him. “Now, while I explained to you before how you accessed the magic
that caused the earthquake, I didn’t tell you that for certain wizards and
witches, they have the ability to call upon their primary elemental magic. That
means that whenever the need is most dire, that element calls to that witch or
wizard and they can use it. I’m not saying that they can’t access the other
elements, mind you, it’s just that one particular element happens to be much
stronger for them than the others. That is what happened to you, Harry. You, in
an extreme moment of stress, accessed your natural elemental magic, which
happens to be earth. Now how strong the magic that gets unleashed is dependent
upon the natural strength of said witch or wizard, and in your case Harry, the
fact that a seven-year-old was able to affect the entire town of Surrey is
nothing short of impossible. After the earthquake, the toll on your body caused
you to send out what I like to call ‘Magic Flare’. Your core magic, the magic
inside of you, basically sent out an S.O.S. to everybody who could feel it.
Again, for someone as young as you Harry, the flare you sent was so
uncontrolled that almost half the continent felt it happen, both magical and
non-magical. Now fortunately, most of the muggles simply forgot even saying
your name and went on with their lives. However, there are certain muggles,
like your uncle and his sister, who won’t forget and can’t be made to either.
The reason behind this is that they are part of a powerful group who call
themselves ‘Human Supremacists’. They are an extremely powerful group that
hates all things dealing with magic, even though they are known to use
enchanted items as weapons towards their goal. Their hatred, Harry, is based on
centuries of foolish beliefs that the church condemns all things pertaining to
the wizarding world, and they truly believe that the blood of any wizard or
witch to be unholy, hence the term ‘Mudblood’. Unfortunately for us in the
wizarding world, that same term is used to describe any witch or wizard who is
muggleborn, or born with non-magical parents. Are you with me so far, Harry?”
“Yes sir, I think so.” Harry answered, shocked at finding out who his Uncle
Vernon and Marge were. Lily was shocked to hear this information as well, and
was getting angry at Dumbledore for not knowing this much earlier. After she
put a hand on her son’s shoulder, Harry asked: “Why are they after me, then,
and why didn’t they kill me when they had the chance?”
Thaddeus looked straight at Augusta Longbottom after Harry asked that. “He
needs to know, Lady Longbottom.” Thaddeus said to her. “Hiding this until he’s
older will not make the pain easier. Trust me, that is one thing that I truly
know.”
Augusta looked around the room at everyone but Harry and Neville, and only
after Alice nodded her consent did she turn back to Thaddeus and said:
“Alright, Mr. Flamel, but it will come from me and Alice. You weren’t here
during the war, after all.”
As Thaddeus nodded, Neville finally spoke up. “What war, mum?”
“Neville, Harry,” Alice kneeled down in front of them. “Around the time you
both were born, there was a wizarding war against a very powerful dark wizard
known as Voldemort. He and his followers, called Death Eaters, wanted to rid
our world of any muggleborn witch or wizard. The war against them went on for
nearly two decades, and if things had gone on further, I’m not even sure if we
would have won. As for us, the Potters and the Longbottoms, we had to go into
hiding because we had openly defied Voldemort several times as he tried to get
us on his side of the war. We trusted key people to help us hide, however we
were discovered. Neville, I’m sorry to say this to you now, but your father
gave his last breath protecting us from the Death Eaters that day. As for you
Harry, I know that Voldemort himself found your parents and killed them
himself, and we know that he was going to kill you to, but something happened
that not only stopped him, he was destroyed in front of you.”
“I don’t understand?” Harry tearfully said while Neville was silently sobbing
himself. “This Voldemort was destroyed just after trying to kill me? How?”
“We don’t know.” Augusta told him, her gentler side showing. “We just know that
after that fateful day, Voldemort was gone and the war against him and his
Death Eaters was over. After that, your name was known throughout our world as
the one who defeated the Dark Lord, and you are called to this day as ‘The Boy
Who Lived’. Ever since then, anybody who knew about you either wanted to kill
you or protect you from harm.”
Harry turned his head to his mother’s spirit. “Mum? Is that what happened?”
“Yes, Harry.” Lily tearfully answered herself. “I used a very old magic spell
to protect you from him. That’s how you survived that day, Harry. What happened
to Voldemort after that, I really don’t know.”
Harry took a very deep breath before turning back to Alice and Augusta. “That
doesn’t explain why Uncle Vernon and Marge abusing me for all these years and
not killing me.”
“Because you’re not only famous in the wizarding world, Harry.” Thaddeus
answered. “You’re famous in certain parts of the muggle world as well. If
Vernon or Marge tried to kill you, and made it look like you disappeared or ran
away, too many people would have noticed. As powerful as these Supremacists
are, they are not above suspicions if something like that were to happen. If
you disappeared, then Vernon Dursley would most likely be the person to blame.”
“Well, I can see why I might be important here,” Harry said after a long
moment. “But I don’t see why you and your mother want to protect me. Aren’t
there wizards and witches closer than where you came from that want to do so?
Both Mrs. Longbottoms and Mrs. Figg want to.”
“I knew that was going to come up.” Augusta said nonchalantly. “You best tell
him who we really are. Neville as well since you decided to let him know as
well.”
“Well, first off, while I come from America, my adopted parents live somewhere
else.” Thaddeus explained to Harry. “I don’t know where specifically, but I do
know they’re not in England or America right now. As for why I am here; I’m
here not just to protect both you and Neville, but to prepare you both for
what’s to come. You see, Lady Longbottom and I represent a very secret society
dedicated to preserving the existence of magic in all forms. We are called ‘The
Coven’ and we have existed since the time of Merlin himself. You see Harry, we
are powerful witches and wizards that tries our best to keep the wizarding
world alive, by any means necessary. This means at times we seek out special
witches and wizards to join our cause. People like you and Neville have several
qualities already that might make you the perfect fit for our group.”
“I don’t understand.” Harry responded. “This Coven wants Neville and me to join
them? Aren’t we too young to do that?”
“Well, of course I don’t mean now Harry.” Thaddeus answered, chuckling a
little. “When you grow up you might want to though. Also, we don’t force people
to join us. We’re not like those Supremacists who practically brainwash anyone
they want to join their cause. If you don’t want to join us, that is completely
up to you. However, there are risks involved if you two chose to.”
“What do you mean risks?” Neville inquired.
“Well, Neville, basically the Coven are outlaws.” He answered. “That is to say
that we are not a legally organized group. The Ministry of Magic, as well as
The Magical Congress of America have strict orders to send any member of us
straight to a magical prison, like Azkaban. Other political organizations
within the magical world have similar orders, mainly because of the fact of the
witch who started our group: Morgan Le Fey herself.”
A still shocked gasp went along the group, with Augusta being the exception.
Thaddeus nodded at their gasping, understanding completely at him saying the
name of the most famous Dark Witch in history, not to mention the first. Alice
stood up at that point and looked at her mother-in-law. “Mother, you knew about
this?”
“I’m the Head Voice of The Coven here in England, Alice.” Augusta said to her
without blinking. “Of course, I knew about who created our group. It’s one of
the reasons that we don’t reveal ourselves unless the need is dire. The
Ministry knows about The Coven, but fortunately, they don’t know how many of us
there are or who specifically is a member. However, you should know that The
Coven is not based on what you consider to be either good or evil, we believe
in only doing what needs to be done. That is why we must remain secret.”
“We would like to explain more to the both of you,” Thaddeus said as he removed
a golden magnifying glass and a small jar of gold sand from his case. “but
being that the Ministry gave orders that you, Harry, need to return to Privet
Drive under the care of your Aunt Petunia, there is very little we can do but
make sure you get home safe and watch you from now on.”
“What?” Harry said in shock, standing up and looking at all of them. “If I go
back there, Uncle Vernon and Marge won’t stop abusing me. Can’t I stay here?”
“I would love nothing more than to make that happen, Harry.” Alice tearfully
said. “The Ministry decreed last week that it would be safer for you to remain
as much as possible in the muggle world until your eleventh birthday. You
should know that from now on, at least every other weekend as well as the month
of July, you will be staying with us. I’m sorry we couldn’t do more, but we had
to fight your magical guardian just to get that.”
“Who’s my magical guardian?” Harry asked her.
After a long pause, Alice answered crying softly. “Albus Dumbledore. He’s also
Neville’s guardian as well, in case something should happen to Lady Longbottom
and myself.”
“So, this Dumbledore gets to tell me where I have to live and who I have to
stay with.” Harry said as his anger began to rise. “Who is he and why is he my
magical guardian?”
“He’s the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.” Augusta
replied as she walked over to him. “He’s also Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot,
which means he has the final say and vote over most of magical Britain. Once
more, he was our informal leader during the war against Voldemort. We, the
Longbottoms, were a part of his group, The Order of the Phoenix, during that
time. Your parents were as well, for that matter. That’s why he was chosen to
be your and Neville’s magical guardian should the worst ever happen.”
Harry blinked confused about much of what Augusta told him, but he understood
enough to ask one question: “Who choose him to be my magical guardian?”
“We did, Harry.” Lily told him as Alice said the same thing. “Your father and I
trusted Dumbledore with our lives. We had faith that he would protect you as
well.”
“I still don’t understand why he wants me back at the Dursleys.” Harry said
angrily. As he did, the room began to shake uncontrollably. “Why would someone
like him not know about them and how bad they actually are. I don’t want to go
back there!”
“Harry, you have to calm down.” Thaddeus said as they felt the ground beneath
them shake. They waited as Harry took a very deep breath and slowly began to
relax. As he did, the shaking slowed to a complete stop. When he finally calmed
down, Thaddeus continued: “Now, unlike these ladies, your mother included, I
have never fully trusted Dumbledore. For me, he has always done things behind
several walls of secrecy. That includes the fact that he holds several seats of
power within wizarding politics without anyone asking how he got it. He even
has my father’s ear when it comes to important decisions within the Flamel
family. He always claims to do things ‘For the greater good’, but the only good
he causes seem to only benefit himself.”
Harry blinked shockingly at the tone of Thaddeus’ voice. To Harry, Thaddeus
seemed more angry about Dumbledore than Harry was. After a few moments,
Thaddeus calmed down as well and began to reassure Harry with his plan.
“Now, Harry, while you are going back to the Dursleys, you’re not going to be
alone.” Thaddeus told him. “I’m going to move in across the street from where
you live. Right next door to Mrs. Figg, so whenever you need help, you can come
over to my place and I will help you whenever I can. Mrs. Figg will also be
there as well to make sure you stay safe. Alright Harry?”
Harry looked directly at Mrs. Figg and asked: “What about Dumbledore, Mrs.
Figg?”
“Dumbledore asked me to look after you, Harry.” Mrs. Figg responded to him.
“So, even though I don’t like the situation of you going back there, I will
keep my word and protect you whenever and however I can. I also promise that I
will not reveal to Dumbledore about the Coven being here and in force.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Figg.” Thaddeus said as he stood up and walked over to Harry.
“Now, there is one last thing that I need to inform you about Harry. It
concerns your mother.”
Harry looked up at his mother worried a bit by what Thaddeus might be talking
about, and as he handed Harry the gold magnifying glass, Lily returned Harry’s
worried look.
“That’s faux glass.” Thaddeus told him indicating the lens of the magnifying
glass. “It allows the user to see things that other people can’t. You see, I
noticed that Lily had only either talked to me or you during your time here,
and not a certain someone else. Harry, if you would be so kind as to use the
magnifying glass towards just behind the couch where Mrs. Figg is still
sitting.”
Harry did as Thaddeus asked, and when he did, he saw a spirit of a young girl
nearly the same age as him and Neville, perhaps older. Harry gasped out loud at
seeing this girl smiling and waving at him. Thaddeus then looked at Lily, who
was dumbfounded as to what was going on.
“You don’t see her, do you, Mrs. Potter?” Thaddeus solemnly asked her, opening
the jar of sand that he had in his hand.
“What are you talking about?” Lily asked, curious as to what Harry was seeing.
“Is someone really there?”
Thaddeus took a handful of sand from the jar and tossed it over Lily. In that
instant, her spiritual form sparkled for several seconds before a collective
gasp was heard from the Longbottoms and Mrs. Figg. Alice stared intently at the
ghostly image of her best friend.
“Lily?” Alice said disbelievingly. “That can’t be you, can it?”
“The sand only allows you to see her, not hear her, Mrs. Longbottom.” Thaddeus
told her. “It only works for a small amount of time, as well. I only did that
so I could do this.”
At that point, Thaddeus took another handful of sand from the jar and tossed it
behind the couch where Mrs. Figg was sitting. To everyone but Thaddeus, a fog-
like image began sparkling for a few seconds before a small brunette girl in
wearing seventeenth-century looking clothing appeared before them all as
another gasp went around the room.
“Allow me to introduce you to my dead sister, Abigail Prendergast.” Thaddeus
said, corking the jar of sand and facing Lily and Harry. “The reason I did this
is because Abi told me that she could see and hear you, Mrs. Potter, but when
she tried to talk to you, you never responded. That meant that you couldn’t see
or hear her, and even though you are bonded somehow with your son, such a thing
like this is simply not possible.”
Lily listened to everything Thaddeus had told them, and while she did not know
much about how spirits communicate, it became quite clear to her that she
hadn’t talked with another spirit since she died, much less encountered one.
Lily was simply shocked at discovering this new piece of information about
herself, and looked straight at Thaddeus for the answer.
“How can you be sure that my bond with Harry is not the cause of this?” Lily
inquired as her form sparkled some more. In that instant, the Longbottoms and
Mrs. Figg could no longer see her.
“Because I am bonded with Abi.” Thaddeus answered, walking back over to the
couch and sitting down. “She died when she was nine, accused of witchcraft and
hung from her favorite tree. Ever since then, she has been with me through the
good and the bad, and I’m not the only one she talks to. You see, ghosts exist
everywhere, Mrs. Potter, and every spirit that I know of has been able to
interact and communicate with one another. You are the only exception, and I
don’t know how this can be happening.”
“Maybe Marge did something with that tambourine of hers.” Harry suggested,
putting the magnifying glass down. “After the earthquake, there was a moment
when I couldn’t see her or even touch her.”
“Well, that might be the case, Harry. I…” Thaddeus began to say, then realized
that Harry said something that should not happen. “Did you just say ‘touch
her’, Harry?”
Harry looked at him almost wide-eyed and nodded.
“Okay, well I can think of one explanation for that to happen, but I’m not sure
you’re going to like it.” Thaddeus sighed and shook his head uncertainly.
“Granted, I don’t know much about this, as something like this has never
happened before.”
“What is it?” Harr asked with Lily asking at the same time.
Thaddeus looked at the both of them and with another long sigh, he answered:
“You are not truly dead, Lily Potter.”
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Same time-#4 Privet Drive
“So good of you to help me get back on my feet, Petunia.” The heavily bandaged
Marge Dursley said to her sister-in-law as Petunia brought her a glass of
brandy. Lying in the guest room of Vernon’s and Petunia’s home, Marge had
gingerly been working her way on drinking her pain away, both physical and
emotional. Losing her beloved Ripper as well as nearly dying herself had taken
its toll on her. However, she already knew the cause of her pain and
discomfort: Harry Potter.
Watching Marge sip her brandy, Petunia left her to her own thoughts. As Petunia
closed the door to the guest room, Dudley ran up to her with an exhausted look
on his face. While Petunia was nursing Marge through her injuries, Dudley was
doing the same with Vernon, at least as well as he could. However, Dudley had
come to his mother for another reason.
“Mum, there’s a man at the front door wanting to talk to Dad.” Dudley said
almost out of breath. “I told Dad, but he said you should see who it is first.”
Thank you, Dudleykins. I’ll take care of it.” Petunia said smiling at her
child. “Please keep an eye out on your Aunt Marge, will you? She already on her
fifth glass of brandy.”
Dudley nodded as he went into the guest room to help his Aunt while Petunia
walked downstairs and went to the front door and looked through the peep-hole.
“Who is it?” She asked simply.
“My name is Mr. Grin.” An elderly balding man said on the other side of the
door. “I know that I’ve come at a bad time, Mrs. Dursley, but I’m afraid that
this can’t wait. I need to talk to your husband right away, it’s very urgent.”
“Very well, Mr. Grin.” Petunia responded, opening the door to the gentleman.
“Please, follow me and I will take you to Vernon.”
Mr. Grin entered the house and followed Petunia up the stairs to the master
bedroom. When they entered, they saw a heavily bandaged Vernon lying in bed
watching television. Vernon looked up and immediately shuddered at the sight of
Mr. Grin. Vernon nodded respectively at the older man as Mr. Grin did the same.
Vernon then looked at his wife and said: “Petunia, would you leave us alone for
a while. We have something serious to discuss.”
Petunia nodded and left them alone, closing the door behind her. Once she did,
the pleasant demeanor of Mr. Grin instantly disappeared as Vernon eyes nearly
teared up in fear of the man’s presence. Mr. Grin step closer to Vernon, his
eyes glaring at him in pure hatred. By the time Mr. Grin was stand right next
to the bed, Vernon was trembling.
“Sir, I can explain.” Vernon said to the man. “We had every intention of doing
what you wanted, but Potter proved to be too difficult. I promise you sir, that
Marge and I will…”
“Silence, Dursley.” Mr. Grin told him sternly. “Because of you two, we may have
lost the one key that lets us discover the exact location of Hogwarts. I told
you to keep that boy weakened until it’s time for him to go there. The goal was
to keep him controlled, and trying to rid him of Lily Potter’s spirit right in
front of him was careless and thoughtless. Both you and your secret lover
should have known better than to underestimate a wizard, no matter how young.”
“The boy will be returned to us soon, Mr. Grin sir.” Vernon told him. “Lily
Potter will not be able to help him afterwards. As soon as we are able, Marge
and I will place enchanted items around the house to keep her from entering.
She won’t be a problem anymore.”
“No.” Mr. Grin snapped. “You shall do exactly as you have before. Abusing and
torturing the boy as much as you two can. I have already prepared something
special for Potter for when he comes back. Lily Potter will not be able to stop
you for hurting him, just ignore what she might do to try to stop you.
Although, if I’m correct, the something I’ve prepared will undoubtedly take
care of Lily Potter as well. Do I make myself clear, Dursley?”
“Yes, sir. Perfectly clear.” Vernon nodded almost energetically. When he did,
Mr. Grin turned and left the room. After he did, Vernon sighed in relief as he
believed as bad as the magical world was, the leader of the Human Supremacists
was ten times worse. Especially if he found out you didn’t follow his orders.
Mr. Grin smiled as he said his goodbyes to Petunia Dursley as well as her son
Dudley, before exiting their home. Taking a few steps onto the street in front
of the house, he turned and looked directly above the house to see a floating
cloaked figure. Genuinely smiling at the Dementor, he said to it: “Keep an eye
on the boy wizard and report to me back at Azkaban if anything out of the
ordinary happens.”
The dementor nodded his understanding to his master, as the muggle world may
know him as Mr. Grin, but to the wizarding world, he was the Dark Wizard
Gellert Grindelwald. He simply laughed out loud as he continued to walk down
the street until he knew it was safe for him to Apparate back to Azkaban. When
he knew that it was safe, he said one final thing before disapparating in the
afternoon sun.
“Albus, my old friend. Our plan is working perfectly.”
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***** Chapter 4: Christmas for Harry *****
The Corruption of Lily Potter
Chapter 4
(Christmas for Harry)
December 25, 1987-Longbottom Manor
Lily Potter smiled as she saw the look on her son’s face as Harry sat next to
Neville in front of the Christmas tree with a load of presents. Ever since the
earthquake that happened several months ago, Lily had to endure seeing Harry’s
pained and weakened state at the hands of her sister’s family. After both
Vernon and Marge finally healed, they along with Dudley took every advantage
they could to beat and belittle Harry. Even with her there doing everything she
could to protect Harry from them, they practically ignored her as they
continued their assault on the seven-year-old boy. She tried everything that
she could to get them off of Harry, from picking up and throwing dishes to
making the furniture move, but it was unsuccessful. As for Harry, he seemed
weaker and far more frail looking during that time. In fact, the only time
Harry looked healthy was either when he visited Thaddeus Flamel and Mrs. Figg,
or when he spent the weekend over at Longbottom Manor. However, it wasn’t until
Thaddeus moved across the street that Lily discovered the reason for Harry
feeling weak: a Dementor.
Lily herself couldn’t understand why a Dementor was hovering over the Dursley
home, nor why Harry was the only one affected by it. However, as soon as
Thaddeus moved in to the vacant home next to Mrs. Figg’s, and Harry soon
started spending as much time over their homes as much as possible, Lily
herself discovered the cloaked figure hovering nearby a tree. After telling
Thaddeus about the Dementor, Thaddeus used his patronus, which was the form of
a large wolf, to attack it and force it to go away. Thaddeus did this after the
sun had set, so no muggles had paid any attention when he summoned his patronus
to get rid of the Dementor. However, after a week had gone by, two Dementors
showed up around #4 Privet Drive and Harry went from bad to worse. The fact
that the muggles never saw them made things even worse as Harry was so weak and
cold that he hardly had any energy to do anything. Thaddeus became furious at
this fact and nearly torched the Dursley’s home after the fact, but Mrs. Figg
herself was able to calm him down just enough for him to summon his wolf
patronus again to get rid of them. Afterwards, Mrs. Figg sent word to the
Ministry about the Dementors being in Surrey, who in turn sent two Aurors to
investigate. The Aurors questioned both Thaddeus and Mrs. Figg about the
Dementor attacks and why Thaddeus is still in the country. Thaddeus simply told
them that after the earthquake, he decided to move as a favor to Augusta
Longbottom. As for the Dementors, no one seemed to know why they were in
Surrey, nor why they were only targeting Harry, but the Aurors agreed that this
warranted an investigation. Afterwards, no Dementors appeared and Harry slowly
regained his strength.
While the physical and mental abuse of Harry continued at the hands at the
Dursleys, both Harry and Lily were extremely grateful for Alice taking Harry
away from them for a weekend once a month. They were even more grateful when
Alice convinced Vernon and Petunia to allow Harry to spend the Christmas
holiday with her. During the small amount of time she had with Harry, Alice
took him clothes shopping and bought him better clothes as well as anything
else he wanted. The rest of the time with the Longbottoms were split between
Augusta teaching him about their world as much as she could, and hanging out
with Neville around their home. Lily could easily tell that he had much more
fun being around Neville and could even tell that Harry felt closer to the
Longbottoms than being around the Dursleys. It was definitely clear to her that
Harry now considered the Longbottoms his family and begged Alice to find a way
for him to stay there permanently. Alice of course promised him that she would
not stop fighting for custody with the Ministry, but with those closed-minded
fools she told him, that they were not likely to budge. In fact, there seemed
to be only one person in the Ministry who showed any sort of sympathy: Madame
Amelia Bones.
When Harry was back with the Dursleys, he spent whatever free time he had with
Thaddeus learning about his magic. Thaddeus of course began Harry with simple
basics: controlling his thoughts and emotions, which was extremely difficult
for a seven-year-old. In fact, Harry was still undergoing that first part just
before the holiday break. As for Lily, she desperately wanted to know what
Thaddeus meant when he exclaimed that she wasn’t dead. Thaddeus didn’t have an
answer for her, although he did reveal to her that both James and Frank visited
him prior to their deaths for an old spell they heard about through their
families’ histories. When Lily pressed him further about that spell, he told
her that he couldn’t reveal it at that time, as he was sworn not to reveal it
to both Lily and Alice until both Harry and Neville turn thirteen. However, he
did inform her that it might have been possible that James used that spell
around the same time Lily cast her sacrificial protection spell on Harry, and
that might explain Lily’s current condition. Anything more, Thaddeus told her,
he had to search for himself, and promised to let her know immediately if he
learned anything new.
Harry was smiling and laughing with Neville as they torn into the presents
beneath the Christmas tree. Both Alice and Augusta were sitting on one of the
living room couches sipping tea watching them unwrapped their presents with
youthful abandon. Both Harry and Neville got new clothes, some wizarding toys,
and some books on basic magic for them both to learn. Their favorite present,
of course, was an assortment of sweets and chocolates that they nearly tried to
devour right then and there. However, there was one last present left for Harry
to open before they all sat down for Christmas breakfast. It was a large golden
wrapped package that had a note for Harry on it. Tearing the note off of the
package, Harry read it silently.
To Harry James Potter:
Your father left this in my care just before he died, and I feel that it’s time
that it is returned to you. I promised your father that I would not give this
to you until before you go to Hogwarts. However, after seeing how bad your life
has been with the Dursleys, I had Topy go back to America and fetch this for
me. I’m sorry that I didn’t bring it with me when we met, I was trying to honor
your father’s wish. Use it well.
Your friend,
Thaddeus Matthew Prendergast Flamel
“Open it, Harry.” Neville exclaimed happily. Harry ripped through the wrapping
within seconds to reveal a long silvery, fluid-like cloak that Lily instantly
recognized.
“I don’t believe it.” Lily said shocked. “It’s your father’s invisibility
cloak. How did Mr. Flamel get his hands on it. I thought he gave it to
Dumbledore.”
“An invisibility cloak?” Harry frowned and picked it up. When he did, Neville
looked at it and placed his hands on it as well.
“It is, isn’t it?” Neville said as he looked at it in amazement. “I’ve never
seen one before. I’ve heard that they are extremely rare.”
“I don’t believe it myself.” Alice chimed in, now standing over the two boys.
“I can’t even believe that James had something like this. They are not only
rare, but they’re not exactly legal either.”
“What do you mean, Godmum?” Harry looked back up at her and asked.
“Well, having an invisibility cloak in your possession is not illegal,” Alice
explained, smiling at Harry for him calling her ‘Godmum’. “But if Aurors find
out that you have one, they’re likely to seize it on grounds of suspicious
activity.”
“I suggest that you not use it unless you need to.” Augusta spoke up soon
after. “Use it whenever you need to get away from the Dursleys, but never when
you’re close by to muggles, or you’ll get caught for sure.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Harry answered, folding the cloak up and putting it to the side.
Afterwards, both Harry and Neville put their presents away underneath the tree
and went to join Alice and Augusta in the dining room for breakfast. The rest
of the holiday was spent with Neville teaching Harry fun wizard games they
could play together, Alice taking them to church, and Augusta cooking them the
biggest Christmas dinner that Harry had ever seen. It was so big in fact that
it took the four of them four days to finish it all. To Lily, she had never
seen Harry happier. However, through all of this, she had to wonder about the
whereabouts of Thaddeus Flamel.
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Later that evening-Godric’s Hollow graveyard
Thaddeus didn’t like doing this, even though it was his idea, but he needed to
get some answers, and this was the only place he knew he could get them.
Thaddeus had waited until everyone in the town had gone to sleep, with the
exception of a few stragglers who were still at the pub a few blocks over.
Feeling that he was safe to be there undetected, Thaddeus left his sunglasses
back at his new home as he began searching for the grave of James and Lily
Potter.
Thaddeus spent thirty minutes searching the graveyard before coming up on the
Potters’ grave. When he finally found it, he bowed his head respectively and
closed his eyes. He silently waited for several minutes before he heard a voice
he had hoped he wouldn’t hear.
“Hello, Mr. Flamel.” The voice of James Potter spoke as Thaddeus looked up at
the ghostly figure of James Potter. “It’s good to see you again, although I
would prefer to be alive and not stuck here in this graveyard.”
“An aftereffect of the binding spell you used.” Thaddeus replied, frowning at
James. “A spell that I specifically warned you and Frank Longbottom not to use,
Mr. Potter.”
“I don’t understand.” James said to him. “I didn’t use it on myself, how am I
being stuck here in this graveyard an aftereffect?”
“Because you’re the one who casted it.” Thaddeus told the spirit. “As a third-
party caster, you used the binding spell just moments prior to your death. I
know that you binded your wife’s spirit with your child’s, but there was a
reason why I told you not to use it in the first place.”
“What do you mean? You were the one who gave Frank and I the spell to begin
with.” James crossed his ghostly arms across his chest and frowned. “What could
have possibly gone wrong, it didn’t work anyway.”
“First off, it did work in a weird way.” Thaddeus responded sharing James
frown. “When you casted the spell, your wife was casting another spell on
herself and Harry. It was the spell of sacrifice; a protection spell designed
to permanently protect your son from any hostile threat to him by giving up her
own life to do so. Your spell, binded both your wife’s and your son’s spirit in
such a way that as long as they were together, nothing, or should I say no one,
could kill them. So, in effect, both spells worked with unknown side-effects
that nobody can foresee. That is the main reason why I am here, Mr. Potter. For
me to understand what exactly happened, I need to examine your wife’s body to
see if what I suspect is true.”
“She’s not here.” James told him, almost angrily at Thaddeus. “That night
something very horrible happened: we were betrayed by my friend Peter
Pettigrew. He told Voldemort where we were and after Voldemort was destroyed,
he took Lily’s body. I don’t know where it or he is.”
“Do you know where he might hide her body?” Thaddeus asked.
“No, I’m afraid that I don’t know. All I know is that he had a small farmhouse
on the outskirts of Dublin.” James answered. “However, the dirty rat would
never hide there. It would be the first place anyone would look. I doubt that
Lily’s corpse would be there.”
“Why would this Pettigrew take your wife’s body?” Thaddeus inquired, frowning
even more so.
“He had a thing for her while we were growing up together.” James explained to
him. “He was always hovering around her whenever he wasn’t hanging out with me
and my other friends. I always thought he was okay with me and Lily getting
together, but maybe jealousy got the better of him. If you find him, Mr.
Flamel, I hope that you make him suffer for what he did.”
“I promise that if I ever find him, he will have a whole new definition of
pain.” Thaddeus told him before nodding his goodbye. “Take care, James Potter.
I hope that one day you’ll be able to explore outside of this graveyard.”
“One last thing, Mr. Flamel.” James stopped him from leaving. “I know that what
Frank and I did was wrong, but we wanted to protect our family. Please don’t
reveal what we did until after both Harry and Neville turn thirteen. I know
that both Lily and Alice would be mad at us for doing this, but Harry and
Neville simply wouldn’t understand at this time. When they both turn thirteen,
then you can explain it to them. Will you do this for me?”
“Of course, Mr. Potter.” Thaddeus nodded. “However, my main concern is finding
your wife’s body. Once again, take care.”
Thaddeus left the graveyard and walked down a few blocks before Apparating back
to Privet Drive. Before he did, however, his sister Abigail, who was silently
waiting for him outside of the graveyard, finally spoke up.
“Why didn’t you tell him about Harry?” She asked him.
“Because there’s nothing he can do about it.” Thaddeus told his dead sister.
“Telling him about how Harry is living right now will only get him angry at the
situation he can’t deal with. It’s best that he doesn’t find out about the
Dursleys, Abi.”
Abigail nodded her understanding as Thaddeus Apparated away, taking her along
with him. As they both disappeared, Thaddeus began wondering what Dumbledore
was thinking all those years ago. As a matter of fact, Thaddeus began wondering
what Dumbledore was thinking now.
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Near Midnight-Azkaban
“I’ve been waiting for you, Albus.” Grindelwald said as he sat in his small
dark cell in Azkaban Prison. The elderly bald man smiled and chuckled as the
door to his cell opened and Albus Dumbledore, his long-time friend and greatest
rival entered carrying a bottle of brandy and a couple of glasses. Facing him,
Grindelwald stood from the ground and embraced his old friend. “It’s been too
long, my friend.”
“Indeed it has, Gellert.” Dumbledore responded, returning his friend’s hug.
Releasing it a moment later, he handed Grindelwald the bottle and glasses while
he pulled out his wand and conjured up a table and two chairs. Grindelwald sat
down on one of the chairs and opened the bottle of brandy, filling both glasses
in his hand before handing one over to Dumbledore. Dumbledore took it and
raised it in a toast. “To the holiday and to our well-laid-out plan.”
“Indeed, Albus.” Grindelwald answered, raising his glass as well. They both
clinked their glasses together and took a sip of brandy. “How is our plan
folding so far?”
“We have a small problem with this American wizard Thaddeus Prendergast.”
Dumbledore told him as he sipped his brandy. “I have reason to believe that he
belongs to the Coven. More so than that, he has moved across the street from
where Potter is living right now.”
“I suspected as much, Albus.” Grindelwald told him. “The Dementors that I sent
to the Dursleys’ home told me of this wizard and his patronus. They told me
that his wolf patronus was the most powerful one that they have ever
encountered. I knew at that point it would be impractical to send more there to
try and weaken the boy. Besides the fact that this wizard has come to help
Harry Potter, what other reason that you have to believe that he is a member of
the Coven?”
“Nothing I can say for certain, old friend.” Dumbledore responded. “We need to
keep a closer eye on Prendergast as well as both the Longbottoms and Potter.
Our plan to get rid of the last pieces of the Peverell line and taking over
both the wizarding and muggle world is still intact, Gellert. We might have to
modify it a bit in order to get what we both want, though.”
“I agree, Albus.” Grindelwald replied, finishing his glass of brandy. “What
about Potter, Albus? Ever since he caused that earthquake, he has shown
incredible power. Power he is now learning to control under the tutelage of
Alice and Augusta Longbottom, not to mention that American wizard as well. What
should we do if our primary plan fails, Albus?”
“Don’t worry, Gellert. One way or another, Harry Potter will die, and the war
we want will soon come to fruition.” Dumbledore rose and smiled. “We just need
to wait until the boy comes to Hogwarts. Then and only then will our plan for
both Potter and Longbottom will begin.”
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***** Chapter 5: The Stone of Flamel Part 1: A Darker Beginning *****
The Corruption of Lily Potter
Chapter 5
The Stone of Flamel: Part 1
(A Darker Beginning)
July 31, 1991-#4 Privet Drive
Harry have had enough with the Dursleys. He was also fed up with the Ministry
and with Dumbledore, a man who he still hasn’t met and somehow gets the right
to tell him where to live and more recently, what to do. The last four years
ever since he caused the earthquake had been worse for him, with Vernon, Marge,
and Dudley beating him almost non-stop when he was there. Even though he now
had much better control over his powers, and using his father’s cloak to hide
from them whenever he had the chance, there were still several times that they
took the opportunity to beat and belittle him every chance they got. The only
one who never laid a hand on him was Petunia, as she just stood watching almost
every beating with a weird smile on her face. She only ever bossed her nephew
around making him do chores all around the house, as well as helping Dudley
with his school-work, which was next to impossible to do, as Dudley was denser
than a thick fog. Even the small amount of time he had away from them couldn’t
undo all the damage they had caused upon him, both physical and mental. During
this last year, however, something inside of Harry had changed. Instead of
showing fear, he was showing complete and utter hatred at the entire Dursley
family.
Lily had serious concerns with how her son had changed. Over the last few
years, she had continued witnessing the Dursleys torturous abuse of Harry while
she did everything in her power to distract them or make them stop. However,
anything that she tried just angered Vernon and Marge more and they took it on
Harry without mercy. She had hoped that Mr. Flamel and Mrs. Figg would have
more over the last few years to protect her son from the Dursleys’ constant
abuse, but they could only inform the Ministry of what they were doing and the
Ministry did nothing but send Aurors every once-in-a-while to investigate. The
last year alone was even worse because the Ministry stopped investigating, even
though there was more than adequate proof that they were abusing Harry. After
that, Mr. Flamel began making frequent visits over to the Dursleys, which made
Harry feel safer, but after he was forced to leave, Vernon would use his belt
on Harry and sent him to the cupboard without any dinner. However, Harry had
finally done something that Lily would never imagine him doing: he began
fighting back.
It started with small things at first: with Harry sneaking out late at night
and raiding the fridge for something decent to eat. Fortunately, Petunia never
found out as she just assumed Vernon came down for a late-night snack. Lily
herself thought that this was okay as Harry needed to eat a decent meal and
time with the Longbottoms wasn’t helping much. A few weeks later, Harry began
getting into fist-fights at school with Dudley and his gang of thugs. Even
though he was essentially out-matched and out-gunned, Harry somehow managed to
hold his own for a little while before being taken down by Dudley and his
friends. Day after day Harry fought them, and each time he lasted a little
longer than the last, until finally after several months of them going at it,
Harry had beaten every single one of them, Dudley included. Of course, Dudley
immediately went crying to his parents and Vernon instantly grabbed his belt
and targeted Harry. Harry, however, was different than the boy who was
terrified of his uncle. He still took his beating, but the look on Harry’s face
was one of pure hate. This was definitely something Vernon wasn’t expecting.
After the school year was over, Harry was spending every moment he could with
Mr. Flamel learning to control his powers. This last year alone Harry was
finally able to move small mounds of earth around him, and as he did, he felt
the energy of the earth itself seem to flow into him and make him feel stronger
than usual. More than that though, he told Mr. Flamel that he actually felt the
earth’s heartbeat, which Lily simply couldn’t believe. However, Mr. Flamel
explained how close certain witches and wizards are to their primary element,
and to them, they can feel that element’s heartbeat. Mr. Flamel told Harry and
Lily that his primary element was fire, and it took him decades to fully
control the power the element gave him. However, he told them that he felt his
element’s heartbeat as well as for these witches and wizards believed that the
elements themselves are alive. There was more to what Mr. Flamel was telling
them, but he felt that Harry wasn’t quite ready yet.
July finally came around and Harry couldn’t wait to get to the Longbottoms fast
enough. Harry was completely different from the way he was with the Dursleys.
With the Longbottoms, Harry felt more like a child than how he felt with the
Dursleys. Alice was kind and passionate with him, showing him the magical world
whenever she could. She was essentially the mother Harry should have had after
Lily. Lady Longbottom was very stern with both Harry and Neville, making sure
they did their chores before going out to play. Unlike his aunt, Harry found
Lady Longbottom to be extremely fair with him, never using her hand or a belt
to punish him if he did anything wrong, which he never did. Neville was the
brother Harry never had, much more kinder and friendlier than his cousin
Dudley. Harry also had met Neville’s friend Dean Thomas, who just discovered a
year ago that he was a wizard himself. All three of them hung out together
whenever they had a chance, playing wizard chess that Neville had to teach both
Harry and Dean to play. Unfortunately, the month went by fast for Harry as they
reached the last week of July and Harry and Neville received their Hogwarts
letters.
While Neville was extremely happy that he was going to Hogwarts, Harry didn’t
know what to feel. This was due to the fact that he received an additional
message besides his acceptance letter into Hogwarts. It was a small note from
his magical guardian and headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore.
Dear Mr. Harry James Potter,
Allow me to welcome you to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. As you
have undoubtedly heard from your godmother, Alice Longbottom, I was named your
magical guardian by your parents. Because of that, I chose to place you in the
care of your aunt and uncle after the death of your parents. I know that you
have wondered why I had made the decision to leave you in their care instead of
your godmother, and I know that your uncle and aunt have not treated you well
these past years. The reason I did this though was to protect you until it was
time for your wizard training. I’m sure that both your godmother and Lady
Augusta Longbottom have informed you that your parents were murdered by a dark
wizard known to all as Voldemort. After he killed your parents, he tried to
kill you, but somehow his magic turned on him and he was destroyed. However, he
had many followers within our world and they would resort to anything to kill
the one who killed their lord. That was why I placed you in the care of your
muggle family, as it would be the last place they would look, and if they did,
I placed a magical barrier on the house to protect you as well as the Dursleys
from unfriendly eyes.
Unfortunately, you revealed yourself several years ago with that devastating
earthquake you caused, and when you did, every witch and wizard were alerted to
your location. Normally, a young wizard such as yourself would not discover his
magical abilities until before he begins his magical education. However, there
have been rare occasions where a young witch or wizard have tapped into their
magical powers at a younger age. This unfortunately has led to many of these
witches and wizards have not survived from doing so, as using power beyond
their age causes too much stress on the body. You are one of the extremely few
who have survived such an ordeal. This has us, the Ministry of Magic and I,
make a decision about your further development. We knew that you needed to be
educated about the magical world prior to you coming to Hogwarts, so we placed
you with your godmother Alice Longbottom for a short time up until you have to
join us at Hogwarts. I know that you might prefer to stay with the Longbottoms,
but you still need to be in the custody of your aunt and uncle for your
protection.
Now, as you have now been accepted into Hogwarts, I’m sending our
groundskeeper, Rubeus Hagrid, to pick you up to gather your school supplies.
Now, while I know that you might prefer that you travel with the Longbottoms,
but for your and Neville’s protection, I must insist that you travel with
Hagrid, as he is someone who I would trust with my life. Unfortunately, I must
inform you that you must return to your main residence as soon as you receive
this letter. The reason you need to do this is because with the knowledge of
you reaching the age of your wizarding education has reached unfriendly ears,
and they will do whatever it takes to kill you now. The Longbottoms have enough
to worry about with protecting Neville at this time, and with the both of you
together before Hogwarts at this time, I’m afraid the risk is too great. I
allowed you two to be together before solely based on the fact that you needed
education about our world and your role in it. Hogwarts has special magical
wards and protection spells to protect the both of you, but until that time, I
cannot allow you two to be together anymore outside of Hogwarts.
Hagrid will be at #4 Privet Drive on 31st of July 1991 at 9:00 in the morning.
Please inform your aunt and uncle about this so they can be prepared to receive
him. He’s someone that muggles are not used to seeing, and he can be a little
rough when it comes to his appearance, but I have come to trust him with the
most dangerous situations. If you have any questions, Hagrid will be happy to
answer them. I thank you for your time and hope to see you in good health and
spirits when you join us on the 1st of September.
Yours Sincerely,
Professor Albus Dumbledore
Headmaster
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Harry stared at the letter from Dumbledore for several moments before the
realization finally set in that Dumbledore wanted him back with the Dursleys.
He stood there motionless for quite a long time before both Lily and Alice
noticed that Harry wasn’t moving. Lily looked over Harry’s shoulder and read
what Dumbledore wrote while Alice calmly kneeled beside him and placed her hand
on his other shoulder.
“Harry, what is it? What’s wrong?” Alice asked him while trying to comfort him.
However, Harry snapped at that point and crumpled up the paper and threw it
into the fireplace. As he did, the entire house began shaking uncontrollably as
Harry glared at the crumpled letter and ignited it with his mind. Everybody
looked at what just happened and gasped loudly, shocked that somehow Harry
managed to tap into another element without using a wand. The flame destroyed
the letter completely and began to quickly grow out of control, until Lily
herself managed to snap her son out of his rage.
“Harry! Control yourself!” Lily shouted at him. Harry finally realized what he
was doing and took a very deep breath to calm himself down. As he did, the
house stopped shaking and the fire in the fireplace stopped growing. After
Harry relaxed, Augusta extinguished the fire with her wand and looked directly
at him. Lily placed her ghostly hand on her son and solemnly smiled at him.
“Harry, what’s wrong?”
“Dumbledore wants me to go back to the Dursleys right away.” Harry told
everybody, but directed his gaze to his mother. “He said that I’m risking both
Neville and myself by staying here, so I need to go back to them and stay there
until I go to Hogwarts.”
“What? That’s crazy!” Alice practically shouted as she stood and looked at her
mother-in-law. “Mother, I thought we took care of this! You told the Minister
himself that Harry should stay with us permanently after he starts Hogwarts.”
“That I did, Alice.” Augusta responded, crossing her arms. “Professor
Dumbledore must have convinced Fudge that it’s safer for Harry to be in the
muggle world other than stay with us. Which is complete nonsense! Those muggle
hypocrites have no business having custody of Harry. I swear, Fudge has not
heard the last from me on this matter!”
As soon as she said that, a knock on the door surprised everyone. After Alice
opened the door, two Aurors entered and informed everyone that they had orders
to escort Harry back to Privet Drive immediately. Harry knew that he had no
choice but to gather his things and to go with them, but before he left, he
embraced each Longbottom before leaving with them. He did hear Alice say one
last thing before exiting Longbottom Manor.
“We’ll fight this, Harry, I promise. Even if I take it up with Dumbledore
himself!”
All of that happened last week, before Vernon and Marge decided to convince
Harry to help them with their cause, in their own demented way. The day Harry
returned home, both of them were waiting in the living room, with twisted
smiles on both of their faces. Vernon holding his leather belt, Marge carrying
a branding iron. Strangely enough, Petunia and Dudley weren’t home, so it was
just the three of them, well four counting Lily. The Aurors just left Harry out
in front not bothering to check inside, which Lily found to be incredibly
suspicious. Seeing Vernon and Marge creeping closer to her son, Lily started to
become terrified about what could happen.
“Welcome home, Mudblood!” Marge said to Harry, her smile taunting him to do
something. “Want to start another earthquake, Mudblood?”
“My name is Harry Potter!” Harry shouted at her. “Call me Mudblood again, and
I’ll make you regret it, you Supremacist bitch!”
Lily gasped in shock at hearing her own son curse for the first time, as she
didn’t even suspect he even heard such profanity before, even from the
Dursleys. It was clear to her that while Harry was allowed to be child with the
Longbottoms, he was literally treated like an abused slave with the Dursleys,
and Harry had finally decided enough was enough. However, Lily wanted Harry to
control himself, as there was something about Vernon and Marge that told her
that they weren’t afraid of what Harry was capable of.
“Watch your language, Mudblood!” Vernon snapped at him, but kept his sick,
twisted smile. “You have no right to say that to my sister, boy! I suggest that
you apologize right now to her, Mudblood!”
“That’s not necessary, Vernon.” Marge said to her brother still staring
intently at Harry. “After all, this worthless boy will finally have a purpose
for us. You, Mudblood, will help us rid the world of your kind, once and for
all!”
“What are you talking about?” Harry asked, his curiosity slightly pique at what
she just said. “Why do you think that I am going to help you destroy the
wizarding world?”
“Do you see that branding iron in my sister’s hands, boy?” Vernon nearly
laughed as he grabbed Harry by his arm. “Do you remember that compass and that
tambourine that we used on your dead mother? Well, this item is specifically
made for you and others like you, Mudblood. This is an enchanted item that we
use to track your kind. Of course, we haven’t been able to use it before, so
you will be the first.”
Harry stared intently at the branding iron as Vernon lifted Harry’s shirt up to
his chest as Marge positioned the branding iron, which had the symbol of the
Human Supremacists on it, against Harry’s waist. However, Marge soon felt a
strong pull on the branding iron as Lily angrily grabbed the iron and pulled it
away from her son. Vernon realized that Marge was fighting to get the branding
iron back, but he couldn’t see where Lily was, nor was he prepared to do
anything to help. Releasing Harry, Vernon went to his sister and helped her
with the branding iron.
“Run Harry!” Lily screamed as she fought both Vernon and Marge. “I won’t be far
behind you! Go to Mr. Flamel or Mrs. Figg! They’ll help you!”
Nodding, Harry bolted out of the Dursley home and went straight for Thaddeus’
home. As promised, Lily had followed, giving Harry enough time to hide in
Thaddeus’ living room. Thaddeus protected Harry from them, daring them to
actually try something out in the open. Afterwards, Thaddeus gave Harry
permission to stay there until his birthday, when this Hagrid was supposed to
pick him up.
On the day of Harry’s birthday, Thaddeus escorted him back across the street to
the Dursley home. During the time Harry was with Thaddeus, Harry didn’t speak
much. Lily asked Thaddeus what she could do, but Thaddeus didn’t have an answer
for Harry’s attitude. Harry was completely angry at the Dursleys, as well as
the people who put him in their care, Dumbledore being the main focus of his
hate for the past year. Lily tried assuring her son that Dumbledore had reasons
for doing what he was doing, but she was seriously doubting that herself. After
all, she did remember telling Dumbledore that should the worst ever happen,
Harry was not to be given to her sister and her husband. When Harry entered
that very morning, Vernon was sitting down in the kitchen next to Marge and
Dudley while Petunia was serving them breakfast. One look at Harry told Vernon
that Harry wasn’t staying long, as Harry sat down on the couch quietly while
Thaddeus stood in the living room waiting as well.
“I demand that you leave my house at once, sir!” Vernon almost yelled as he
stood and faced Thaddeus. “If you don’t, I’ll have you arrested for
trespassing.”
Thaddeus was about to answer, but the clock chime and a very loud knock at the
front door stopped him. Harry stood and looked at the door as the house
slightly shook from the knocking. After the third knock, the entire front door
became unhinged as it fell down with a loud thud. Harry stared wide-eyed, as
did everyone except Lily, as a near fourteen foot, hairy black haired large man
entered through the open front entrance. His eyes somberly scanned the entire
living room and dining room before giving a week smile.
“Sorry ‘bout that.” He said to all and lifted the front door and placed it
against the opening. He then turned to Harry and walked closer to him and
Thaddeus. “Blimey, I ‘aven’t seen you since you ‘ere a baby Harry, but you’re a
bit ‘ore along than I ‘ould ‘ave ‘pected. The Longbottoms influence I believe.”
“Harry, this is Hagrid.” Lily chuckled at seeing a familiar face. “He’s the
groundskeeper and gamekeeper at Hogwarts. He’s a very good friend who works for
Dumbledore, and he’s someone that would gladly give his own life to protect
others. I trust him, Harry, you should too.”
Harry nodded and smiled as he offered his hand to the large man. “Hello, you
must be Hagrid.” He said to him as Hagrid shook Harry’s hand. “I was told to
expect you as you’re supposed to take me to get my school supplies. Is that
right?”
“Right you are, Harry.” Hagrid replied with a smile, releasing his hand. “Well,
we ‘est be off. We ‘ave a long trip, and lots to buy.”
Hagrid chuckled as he turned to leave. Thaddeus smiled and wished Harry luck as
Harry followed Hagrid out as Hagrid threw the front door back down on the
ground and walked over it. Harry and Lily followed him outside, leaving the
door where it was with a loud laugh from Harry as Thaddeus watched them leave.
Harry stopped laughing though as he saw how Hagrid was travelling: a beat-up
motorcycle with a large side-car hooked on to the side. Uncertain, Harry
cautiously entered the side-car as Hagrid started the motorcycle up. A moment
later, Hagrid and Harry sped away as the motorcycle made loud noises moving
across the streets of Surrey.
After they left his field of vision, Thaddeus turned to Vernon and pulled out
his wand. “Now, you should know that I am forbidden from harming you in any
way, shape, or form.” Thaddeus told him, pointing his wand at the broken door.
Waving his wand, he fixed the door quickly before turning it upon Vernon.
“However, if you harm Harry any further, or try to tag him with that branding
iron again, then I don’t care what they do to me, because what I will do to you
and your sister, well let’s just say that’ll be worth it.”
Thaddeus left the Dursley home after that with every single member left
speechless.
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***** Chapter 6: The Stone of Flamel Part 2: Diagon Alley and the Hogwarts
Express *****
The Corruption of Lily Potter
Chapter 6
The Stone of Flamel: Part 2
(Diagon Alley & The Hogwarts Express)
July 31, 1991-The Leaky Cauldron, London
Harry gasped loudly after Hagrid slowed the bike to a stop just outside of an
old building with a beat-up sign that read ‘The Leaky Cauldron’. The ride from
Surrey took them just under an hour, as Hagrid seemed to glide through traffic
like there wasn’t any. As wild the ride was, Harry was smiling after, as he
actually found the ride to be fun. However, while Harry enjoyed the ride, Lily
did not, as she watched Hagrid drive crazily around to get to London. Even
though she trusted Hagrid, him driving that bike like that with Harry on board
was not something she enjoyed. As Hagrid shut off the motorcycle, Lily clearly
gave a look to Harry that told him that he had to tell Hagrid not to go so fast
next time. Harry, however, wasn’t paying attention to his mother as he got out
of the side-car and jumped onto the sidewalk. He was still smiling as Hagrid
got off of the motorcycle and stood in front of the eleven-year-old.
“Well, I’m glad you ‘njoyed that, Harry.” Hagrid told him, returning his smile.
“Of course, I was safer the las’ time you were on it. You ‘ere just a baby when
you ‘ere las on it. It was just ‘fter your parents died.”
“Hang on, you brought me to the Dursleys.” Harry frowned instantly after
hearing this. “I thought Dumbledore was the one who did it.”
“Aye, I’m ‘fraid that’s true Harry.” Hagrid nodded, removing his smile as well.
“You see, Professor Dumbledore sent me to pick you up after your parents died
and take you to your aunt’s home. He was there waiting for me when I arrived
there, along with Professor McGonagall, and he personally placed you at the
Dursley’s doorstep. I know that after dealing with your muggle family, you
might not ‘prove of Professor Dumbledore’s actions during that time, but I
assure you, he knows what he’s doing.”
Harry looked away from Hagrid for a moment, processing the small amount of
information he had just received. Once he acknowledged that Hagrid mentioned
Professor McGonagall, he looked back up at the giant-sized man and asked:
“Who’s Professor McGonagall? I know that she’s the Deputy Headmistress, as she
sent mine and Neville’s letters, but why was she the one who sent it and not
Dumbledore himself?”
“Well, she’s one of the best teachers at Hogwarts.” Hagrid almost beamed
proudly at answering Harry about McGonagall. “She’s also the head of
Gryffindor, one of the four houses you might be sorted into this year. As for
why Dumbledore not sending your letters, it’s procedure for the Deputy
Headmaster to send them, I’m not sure why.”
Harry nodded his understanding as he looked at the old building that they were
about to enter. “Is this where I’m going to get my school supplies?” he asked
uncertainly.
“Goodness, no.” Hagrid responded, chuckling a bit. “This here is the Leaky
Cauldron, an inn for wizards and witches alike. It’s also where we need to go
to get to the place where we get your supplies.”
With that, Hagrid opened the door and gestured Harry on through. When Harry
entered the inn, his eyes adjusted to the dimly lit area and looked around the
semi-crowded room. Hagrid closed the door behind him and took a few steps
forward, bringing everyone’s attention for a moment before they returned to
their own interests. The innkeeper, however, smiled and nodded to Hagrid
saying: “Ah, Hagrid. The usual, I presume.”
“No thanks, Tom.” Hagrid replied, raising his hand in greeting. “Not today, I’m
afraid. I’m on Hogwarts business, helping young Harry getting his school
supplies.”
The entire place became instantly quiet as all eyes turned upon young Harry.
Tom, the innkeeper, almost gasped out loud saying: “Bless my soul; it’s Harry
Potter!”
Harry looked at everyone wide-eyed as everybody in the Leaky Cauldron got up
from where they were sitting and one-by-one all took turns at shaking Harry’s
hand. Harry was both shocked and amazed at how warmly everyone was acting
towards him. He knew that he was famous, but the realization finally hit him
about how famous he was to these people, especially when a woman named Doris
Crockford kept taking turns at shaking his hand. Hagrid pushed Harry through
the crowd as everyone kept trying to shake his hand. Hagrid stopped Harry when
he saw a tall, thin and slightly pale man wearing a turban step up to them.
Lily saw the man and was about to identify him to Harry, but the man spoke
first.
“Ha-arry Potter! I ca-can’t tell you how pl-please I am to m-meet you.” He said
with a smile even though stuttering every other word. Lily recognized the man
as Quirinus Quirrell, a man she knew of from his known obsession with the Dark
Lords. However, she knew that he wasn’t interested in becoming one, at least
not when she was alive.
“Hello, Professor. I almost didn’t see you there.” Hagrid smiled at the man.
Then, he turned to Harry. “Harry, this is Professor Quirrell. He’ll be your
Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts.”
“Oh, hello there.” Harry said to the Professor and offered his hand in
greeting. “Nice to meet you.”
“F-fearfully f-fascinating subject.” Quirrell responded, still smiling but
avoided shaking Harry’s hand. “N-not that y-you need it, hey P-Potter.”
“Well, must be goin’ now.” Hagrid chuckled to all as he turned Harry towards
the back of the inn. “Lots to buy.”
Both Harry and Hagrid left the pub through the back exit with Lily following
slowly behind them. Before exiting, Lily gave one last look at Quirrell and
thought to herself that something was definitely off about him. She wasn’t sure
what, but she felt that she shouldn’t trust him.
Harry followed Hagrid outside and into a small area where a small brick wall
stood and there was just enough room for the two of them. Hagrid pulled out an
umbrella from his large brown coat and muttered something Harry could just
barely make out. Afterwards, Hagrid tapped several sections of the brick wall
five times and Harry watched in amazement as the wall shook and began to split
open revealing a large open area where shops were lined up on either side as
far as Harry could see. Lily saw the look on her son’s face and silently
chuckled.
“Welcome, Harry, to Diagon Alley.” Hagrid smiled broadly as they stood there
for a moment. Harry looked on in amazement as they slowly made their way
forward, only stopping after hearing somebody call his name.
“Harry!” Neville screamed as he ran straight towards them. However, Augusta
grabbed him by his collar and stopped him halfway as Harry and Hagrid made
their way to them. When they reached the Longbottoms, Harry smiled and hugged
each Longbottom, saving his godmother for last. Even though it was less than a
few days since they last saw each other, Harry was glad to see them here.
Neville stared at Hagrid after greeting Harry as both Alice and Augusta
chuckled.
“Neville, this is Rubeus Hagrid.” Alice told her son with a smile. “You’ll both
be seeing him at Hogwarts.”
“’ello Neville.” Hagrid said with a wide smile. Neville slowly returned his
smile after a moment. Afterwards, they shook hands before Hagrid turned his
attention to both Alice and Augusta Longbottom. “Didn’t ‘xpect to see ‘ou ‘ere,
Lady and Mrs. Longbottom. I thought ‘ou three ‘ould do ‘our shopping a bit
‘ater.”
“We decide when to do our shopping for Neville, Hagrid.” Augusta said to him
sternly, her smile on her face diminishing somewhat. “We only just arrived here
a moment ago ourselves via Floo. We’re on our way to Gringotts if you haven’t
been there yet.”
“Gringotts?” Harry inquired.
“Why it’s the Wizard Bank!” Hagrid answered, gesturing to the large, white
building at the end of the street that they were on. “No safer place there is,
‘xcept Hogwarts, of course.”
“It’s where every wizarding family does their banking, especially yours Harry.”
Alice continued as they all began walking towards Gringotts. “Both of our
families have multiple vaults inside their walls. More than any other wizard
family, in fact.”
Harry frowned slightly as he looked back at his mother, who smiled and nodded
at him while following them behind. “It’s a long story, son.” Lily told him.
“Let’s just say that your father’s family was very wealthy and have several
vaults full of riches inside. We, your father and I, even set up a trust vault
for you for school.”
Harry nodded as they made their way to Gringotts with a slight look of
surprise. He knew that he was famous for defeating Voldemort, but his knowledge
about his family has been limited with the exception of what he learned from
the Longbottoms. Harry stayed silent for the rest of the way until all of them
enter through the double doors of Gringotts.
An audible gasp from Harry echoed through the large room as he saw goblins all
around sitting behind large desks on either side of them as they walked
straight forward to the tallest desk with a very wrinkly goblin writing
something down in a large book. Alice turned back to her godson and explained:
“They’re goblins, Harry. They handle most of all wizard banking for us. They’re
very dependable and trustworthy with every witch’s and wizard’s valuables, but
they’re not exactly friendly. Stay close to Hagrid and follow us. Watch what
Neville says to the main goblin, and after we leave, follow suit, understand?”
“Yes, Godmum.” Harry answered as he did what Alice said. Neville made his way
up to the old goblin with his mother and grandmother next to him. Hagrid
stopped a few feet behind them with Harry standing next to him, indicating to
everyone there that they were two separate parties. Lily stood silently
watching the events play forth, remembering her first time within these walls.
They stood there for several moments, almost a full minute, before Neville
finally spoke to the goblin.
“I, Neville Longbottom, heir apparent to the Most Ancient and Noble House of
Longbottom, wish to make a withdrawal from my trust vault.” He said to the
goblin formally, although Harry barely heard him as Neville spoke with a low
tone, almost a whisper.
The goblin stopped writing and leaned over the desk, looking straight at
Neville. “Does Mr. Neville Longbottom have his key?” The goblin frowned a
little and asked.
“Yes, sir.” Neville squeaked a little as he pulled a thin, gold string from
around his neck and revealed his key from underneath his shirt. After showing
his key to the head goblin, the goblin nodded with a slight smile and motioned
for another goblin to attend to them. All three Longbottoms followed that
goblin to the side exit as Harry and Hagrid made their way up to the head
goblin.
“Wait a minute.” Harry said as he looked up at Hagrid. “I don’t have my key.”
“I have it, Harry.” Hagrid answered. “Dumbledore gave it to me for safe
keeping. You’ll get it after we visit your trust vault. Just remember, say it
exactly how Neville said it, except you are the heir apparent to House Potter,
which is also Most Ancient and Noble. Understand?”
“Yes, but why can’t you give me my key now?” Harry asked.
“Well, because I have business with the head goblin as well.” The half-giant
replied. “Dumbledore sent me on an important mission. I’m here to pick up
something from one of the vaults, something very secret. I afraid I can’t tell
you what, Harry, just that I’m supposed to watch over you today as well as pick
up this item. Please don’t ask me further.”
Harry nodded, although his curiosity was now piqued. However, Harry stepped up
to the desk of the head goblin and said more firmly than Neville: “I, Harry
Potter, heir apparent to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter, wish to
make a withdrawal from my trust vault.”
“And does Mr. Harry Potter have his key?” The head goblin leaned over his desk
again and looked at Harry and asked.
“Wait a minute, I have it here somewhere.” Hagrid said as he searched his coat
pockets. Finally, after a long moment, he pulled a small gold key from his
upper coat pocket. “Ah, there’s the little devil.” He placed it on top of the
desk before pulling out a small, thick bound letter from his shirt pocket.
“There’s something else as well.” He said, handing the letter to the goblin.
The goblin took it and looked at it while Hagrid continued. “Professor
Dumbledore me this. It’s about you-know-what in vault you-know-which.”
“Very well.” The head goblin responded, keeping the same frown. He then
signaled another goblin to them. “This is Griphook. Please follow him to the
antechamber as he will be taking you both to your desired vaults.”
Harry nodded his understanding as he and Hagrid followed Griphook into the
caverns the lied underneath Gringotts, with Hagrid muttering something about
the ride going there.
As soon as they all got on the trolley-car and Griphook started driving it,
Harry immediately understood Hagrid’s disdain for the ride. While he knew and
enjoyed how fast Hagrid drove the bike, this ride was a literal roller coaster
with no support to stay on. In fact, the only way Harry felt that he could stay
on was to hold onto Hagrid, who was groaning the entire time until they finally
stopped at Harry’s trust vault. After a moment of getting their bearings, both
Harry and Hagrid got off and Griphook opened Harry’s vault. Harry’s eyes nearly
popped out of his head when he saw how full the vault was inside with golden
and silver coins. Hagrid smiled down at Harry as the young wizard gasped loudly
at seeing the amount of money he actually had.
“Didn’t you think you parents leave you with nothin’, did you?” Hagrid asked
with a chuckle. Harry didn’t respond though, he just stared at the money before
looking behind himself to where his mother was silently watching with a smile.
Griphook handed Harry two coin pouches after Harry regained his composer and
Harry quickly filled them up as quick as he could. Afterwards, they got back on
the trolley-car and headed to their next destination.
“Vault 713.” Griphook said to them as they pulled to a stop again with another
loud groan from Hagrid. Griphook got off of the cart literally unfazed by the
ride and stood in front of a very large metal door. It was similar to Harry’s
vault with the exception of there was no keyhole to unlock the door. However,
Griphook simply raised his finger up the air and slowly lowered it toward the
door, and as he did, the door slowly unlocked itself, revealing an empty vault
save for one small item. It was a small greyish pouch that held something
inside of it. Harry had no idea what it was, neither did Lily, but something
made Lily suspect that Dumbledore wanted Harry to see Hagrid take this item
from this vault. As Hagrid took the item from the vault, Harry looked at it
with curiosity that made Lily wonder herself what was inside that pouch.
“Best not reveal this to anyone, Harry.” Hagrid told him as he placed the item
inside of his shirt pocket. Harry slowly nodded and they got back on to the
cart to go back up to the building.
After they got back up to the main lobby, Harry saw Augusta Longbottom waiting
by the front doors alone. Hagrid gestured Harry forward when a goblin
approached them. “Mr. Harry Potter, your presence is requested by our head. If
you would accompany me please.”
“Why?” Harry asked him.
“I’m afraid that as both you and Mr. Neville Longbottom have declared
yourselves to be future heads of your houses,” The goblin responded. “There is
a procedure we need to have to both of you to do to verify your claim.”
“Why didn’t you do this before Neville and I went to our vaults?” Harry asked
the goblin sternly.
“Because both Mr. Longbottom’s and your trust vaults belong to each one of you
respectively.” The goblin explained. “However, being that there are many vaults
listed in both Potter’s as well as Longbottom’s Houses, for us to grant you
both access into them, we need to verify that you two are future lords and heir
to your Houses.”
“Best do what he wants, Harry.” Hagrid told him. “I’ll be waiting for you by
the front entrance with Lady Augusta.”
Harry followed the goblin into a separate room where both Alice and Neville
were waiting. Neville was holding one of his fingers with his other hand as an
elderly, thin goblin was looking at a piece of parchment very closely. Harry
walked up to his god-brother as the goblin who escorted Harry closed the door
behind them. As the door clicked shut, the older goblin looked up from the
parchment and acknowledged Harry’s presence.
“Ah, Mr. Potter, a pleasure to meet you, sir.” The goblin said to him. “I am
Balrog, the president of this Gringotts. I’m also in charge of investigating
claims made as Head of Houses, such as the ones that you and Mr. Longbottom
have made. Speaking of your claim, Mr. Longbottom, I have verified that your
claim as Heir Apparent of House Longbottom is indeed true. Upon your thirteenth
birthday, you will be ‘Lord Neville Longbottom’ and will have all the rights
and privileges that your name entitles you. You will also have access to all
vaults in the Longbottom name, as well as partial ownership of all Longbottom
buildings and seats on the Wizengamont. I would like to add that your blood has
also verified that you are a descendent of the House of Peverell.
Unfortunately, we cannot name you as Lord of a dead house. However, you will
have access to the Peverell vaults after you claim your lordship. Is that
acceptable, Mr. Longbottom?”
After looking up at his mother, Neville answered. “Yes, sir.”
“Excellent. Now, Mr. Potter, if you would be kind enough to step forward and
present your finger.” Balrog said. As Harry did so, Balrog pulled out another
piece of parchment and placed it upon the table in front of him. When Harry
placed his hand over the parchment, Balrog took his quill and with its point,
pierced the finger of Harry’s raised hand. Harry winced in pain, but made no
sound as several drops of blood hit the middle of the parchment. “Thank you,
Mr. Potter. You may step back now.”
Harry grabbed his bleeding finger as he turned and made his way over to Alice
and Neville. Alice pulled her wand out from her side pocket and waved it over
Harry’s bleeding finger. In an instant, Harry’s finger stopped bleeding and the
slight pain that accompanied it died out. Harry nodded his thanks to her and
turned his attention to Balrog as the goblin examined the parchment that
Harry’s blood had dropped onto.
“Interesting.” Balrog said after a while. He then looked up from the parchment
at both Harry and Neville. “The odds that both of you are descendants to the
Peverell line are astronomical. Excuse me, Mr. Potter, but I’m happy to inform
you that you are Heir Apparent to the House of Potter. You also have rights
under the House of Black and Peverell as well. On your thirteenth birthday, you
will be ‘Lord Harry Potter’ and will have all the rights and privileges that
name entitles you. You will also have access to all the vaults in the Potter
name as well as rights to enter the Black vaults and Peverell vaults. You will
have partial control over your seats in the Wizengamont and have complete
ownership over all buildings and properties in your family name. Is that
acceptable, Mr. Potter?”
“Of course, but why is it so odd that Neville and I are descendants to
Peverell?” Harry inquired, looking at everyone in the room, his mother
included. “Who are the Peverells?”
“Why the Peverells are one of the original wizarding families, descending from
Merlin himself.” Balrog told him. “The most famous of them are the three
brothers Ignotus, Cadmus, and Antioch; the owners of what is known as the
Deathly Hallows. However, the family slowly died out several generations after
and any descendants were believed to have been extinguished. It is quite
remarkable to find living magical descendants after so long.”
“Weren’t both of our fathers descendants?” Neville asked.
“Yes. However, they both turned down their lordships after they both married,
and when they did so, they also declined their rights as Peverell descendants.”
Balrog answered him. “Now, I’m afraid that I have other business to attend to,
so unless you both have other needs, I have to ask you to leave at this time.”
At that point, the door opened and the goblin who escorted Harry gestured for
the three of them to follow them out. As they did so, Harry and Neville looked
at each other and knew that they both had questions involving the Peverells.
They soon joined Augusta and Hagrid at the entrance and they all made their way
out of the bank.
The rest of the day was spent doing their shopping for the school supplies.
Hagrid was with them the entire time, much to Augusta’s displeasure, who told
the large man repeatedly that he was no longer needed to protect Harry there.
Hagrid nicely retorted that he was under Dumbledore’s orders to escort Harry
the entire time and return him back to the care of the Dursleys. Augusta
muttered something that Hagrid nor Alice understood, but Harry and Neville did
as they giggled at hearing what she called Dumbledore. After a while, Harry and
Neville arrived at their last stop; Ollivander’s. Hagrid departed for a moment
telling them that he had one last stop to make, and for Harry to go on ahead.
“Ah, I’ve been wondering when I’d be seeing you two, Mr. Potter and Mr.
Longbottom.” A tall, thin man emerged from the back almost as soon as Harry and
Neville entered the store. Without introducing himself, he shuffled through his
shelves and picked out two thin black boxes from opposite shelves. He then
brought them to the young wizards and opened each box revealing two different
distinct wands. “Let’s see. Oak, and dragon heartstring, twelve inches for you
Mr. Potter. Walnut, and unicorn hair, thirteen inches for you Mr. Longbottom.”
Harry and Neville grabbed their respective wands and held them for a moment
before Ollivander snatched them away from them. “No, no, definitely not those.”
He said more to himself than to the wizards before him. An hour later, his
counter was littered with wands of different colors and sizes. Finally,
Ollivander pulled a wand from the far back of the store and walked over to
Harry. “Perhaps this for you, Mr. Potter. Holly, and phoenix feather, eleven
inches.”
Harry held the wand for a moment, but all he got was Mr. Ollivander frowning at
him. Ollivander took it from Harry’s grasp and examined the wand. “Hmm, I was
sure that this wand would choose you.”
“Can I try it?” Neville asked.
“Of course. I don’t see why not at this point.” The elderly man replied,
handing the wand to Neville. In that instant, Neville raised the wand above his
head and red and gold sparks emerged from the tip. “Very, very curious. For
both of you, this is very curious.”
“I’m sorry, but why?” Harry asked.
“Because the phoenix who gave his tail feather for that wand gave one other
feather, Mr. Potter.” Ollivander explained. “The wand that has that feather as
its core was the very one that gave you that scar.”
Harry almost winced at the fact that Neville holding a wand that was twins with
the wand that belonged to Voldemort. Neville looked at the wand wide-eyed at
the exact wand and shuddered a bit. Ollivander went back searching behind his
counter and pulled out one last wand for Harry to try.
“I actually hope that this won’t work.” He said as he handed the wand to Harry.
“Elm, and phoenix feather as well, twelves inches.”
Harry took the wand from him and he felt red hot immediately as he literally
began glowing in front of Neville and Ollivander. Harry, however, didn’t feel
any pain as he raised the wand above his head and white sparks shot out of it.
“Dear me, it looks like this wand has chosen you, Mr. Potter.” He told Harry.
“I do suggest you be careful with that wand. Its previous owner was a very dark
being indeed.”
“And who was that person?” Harry asked, trembling a bit.
“Why Morgana Le Fey, of course.”
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September 1, 1991- King’s Cross Station
Harry was pushing his cart carrying all off his luggage between the two
platforms following the Longbottoms to where they needed to go. On top of his
cart, locked in his cage was a snow-white owl Hagrid had gotten him for his
birthday when he left Ollivander’s that very day. Harry had studied about owls
a little before thanks in part to his god-mother, so he named the owl Hedwig
after reading a little about the history of magic. Just below Hedwig’s cage was
Harry’s trunk with all of his school clothes, books, quills and ink, notebooks,
parchments, as well as other magical supplies he needed. Harry was somewhat
surprised that his trunk could fit everything that he bought inside of it,
until Lily explained that these trunks were magically enchanted to store vast
amounts of anything.
Lily walked right behind Harry with a slight smile on her face. She was very
happy that Harry was finally going to Hogwarts, and she was glad that he would
be away from the Dursleys for the entire school term. However, the last month
Harry had spent with them wasn’t pleasant for either of them. Although Harry
had smartened up and hid in places where Vernon or Dudley couldn’t find him,
when they did though, Vernon did whatever he could to try to get Hogwarts
location from Harry. He even tried to use the branding iron a couple of times,
but when Harry saw it, he took off for Thaddeus’ house across the street to
hide. Lily had to calm Thaddeus down afterwards after he heard about the
branding iron again as he nearly bolted to the Dursley home to have it out with
Vernon. Thankfully, the rest of the month went by without much more incident.
“Ah, here we are.” Augusta said as she approached a stone pillar directly in
between platforms nine and ten. “Platform Nine and Three Quarters. Neville, you
first.”
Neville shook a bit as he started running strait for the pillar, pushing his
cart with all his might. Within an instant, Neville disappeared into the pillar
and with a nod to Alice, Augusta followed him there. Alice placed a hand on
Harry’s shoulder and leaned closer to him.
“Take a deep breath, Harry.” She told him. “When you’re ready, run straight for
the pillar. I’ll be right with you.”
Doing what his god-mother suggested, Harry started running straight towards the
pillar pushing his cart in front of him. Alice was right behind him, keeping
her hand on Harry’s shoulder as he pushed straight through the pillar and
arrived on the other side. When Harry slowed his cart down, he gasped at the
sights all around him. Neville was right in front of him looking around with
the same look of amazement. Both Alice and Lily smiled at their sons’
wonderment of the magical world. Augusta even smiled as she saw the look on the
two boys faces. Harry’s eyes looked all around the platform, seeing all sorts
of magical items until he finally saw the train that would take him to
Hogwarts: the Hogwarts Express.
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***** Chapter 7: The Stone of Flamel Part 3: Hogwarts Express & the Sorting
*****
The Corruption of Lily Potter
Chapter 7
The Stone of Flamel: Part 3
(Hogwarts Express & The Sorting)
September 1, 1991-Hogwarts Express
Lily followed Harry and Neville as they entered the first empty compartment
they found and sat down next to each other, with Neville getting the window
spot. Soon after, they were joined by Neville’s friend Dean Thomas and a small,
bushy haired girl who had her head nearly buried in a thick bound book titled
Hogwarts: A History. Harry watched as Neville and Dean waved their goodbyes to
their families as the train whistle sounded and it slowly began to move. Lily
placed her hand on her son’s shoulder as a tear slid down his face. She
understood how Harry felt at that moment, even though Alice and Augusta were
there to see him and Neville off, Harry missed his family. Lily felt saddened
herself as she desperately wanted to stand next to James and watching her son
board the Hogwarts Express for the first time. However, she couldn’t deny the
fact that she was able to travel with him and this made her smile. As the train
pulled away from the station and began steadily moving, Harry looked up at his
mother and sighed.
“What’s the matter, Harry?” Lily asked him as another tear slid down Harry’s
face.
“Nothing. I just miss Dad.” Harry answered, sighing again as he turned towards
to view outside. “What’s Hogwarts like?”
“The best way for me to describe Hogwarts is magical.” Lily replied. “It’s the
best place to learn magic and everything involving the magical world. The seven
years that I was there was simply amazing. In fact, I was considering becoming
a teacher there before, well, I died.”
Harry looked back up at Lily and slowly began to smile. Dean looked at Harry
strangely during their conversation, even though both Neville and Harry
explained to him that Lily’s spirit was bonded to Harry and Harry was able to
see and talk with her. The bushy haired girl was still reading her book, not
bothering to pay attention to what was going on around her. Neville was
watching the view of the countryside pass by through the compartment’s window
for a while before chatting with Dean talking with each other about what they
expected once they got to Hogwarts. Harry looked at the bushy-haired girl for a
moment and was about to introduce himself, but right at that moment, the
compartment door jerked opened as a red-haired, freckled boy entered and looked
right at Harry and smiled widely.
“So, it’s true!” He said enthusiastically, nearly shouting at him. “You’re
Harry Potter! Oh, sorry. Where are my manners? I’m Ron, Ron Weasley.”
Ron offered his hand to Harry quickly, to which Harry slowly reached out to
shake it. Ron nearly shook Harry’s arm off with his handshake, which got a
laugh from both Neville and Dean. After Ron released Harry’s hand, he
approached Neville and Dean, offering his hand to both of them in turn.
Neville, smiling at Ron, shook his hand mildly.
“Neville Longbottom.” He said to Ron while shaking his hand.
“Ah, my dad knew your dad.” Ron said, still smiling. “He worked with your dad
in the Ministry. Not in the same department, of course, with your dad being an
Auror after all, but my dad said they were good friends before he died. Still,
sorry about that.”
“It’s alright.” Neville responded, releasing Ron’s hand. Ron then turned to
Dean and began shaking the dark-skinned boy’s hand.
“Dean Thomas.” Dean introduced himself to Ron. “Pleased to meet you.”
“Pleased to meet you too.” Ron said. “I know most of the wizarding families
around here. Are you muggleborn?”
“Yes, I am.” Dean responded, releasing Ron’s hand almost abruptly. “That’s not
a problem, is it?”
“Are you kidding? My family loves muggles!” Ron almost proudly exclaimed. “My
dad works in the Muggle Artifacts office, investigating misuse of any item from
the muggle world being used in ours. My dad thinks muggles are quite
fascinating really. Although he does get annoying sometimes he can’t stop
talking about them.”
Lily chuckled at hearing Ron go on about his dad’s love of muggles. So much in
fact, that she barely noticed the bushy-haired girl finally pop her head out of
her book and say: “I’m muggleborn too.”
At the sound of the girl’s voice, all four boys immediately turned to her and
stared at her as she looked at Ron. She didn’t even flinch at their shocked
expressions as she put her book down beside her and introduced herself. “I’m
Hermione Granger. Sorry about not introducing myself earlier, but I was
fascinated by this book.” She told them, indicating the book she had just put
down. She then looked back at Ron and said: “You’ve got dirt on your nose, do
you know?”
“So, the rumors are true.” A thin, blonde haired boy spoke, standing at their
compartment’s door surrounded by two brunette boys. “Harry Potter is coming to
Hogwarts.”
Harry frowned immediately as he looked at the boy who rudely interjected
himself into their conversation. Lily herself frowned at this boy’s familiar
attitude as something about him reminded her of someone she didn’t like.
“This is Crabbe and Goyle,” The boy arrogantly introduced his two friends
behind him as he took a step forward into the compartment. “And I’m Malfoy,
Draco Malfoy.”
Both Ron and Neville chuckled a bit at hearing Draco’s name, but Lily actually
sneered at the fact that the boy was a Malfoy. As Draco snapped his head at Ron
and Neville, Lily sneered at hearing that Draco was Lucius’ son. She remembered
back when she was Harry’s age that it was Lucius who kept her and Severus apart
during their time at Hogwarts. As a matter of fact, she believed that Lucius
was the main reason she saw Severus in a darker light after their friendship
ended.
“You two think my name’s funny, do you?” Draco snapped at the both of them.
“I’ve no need to ask for yours, as I overheard you talking. You, Weasley, are
traitors to our kind, associating with them!” Indicating Hermione and Dean.
“And you’re just as bad, Longbottom. To think that your father was a semi-
famous Auror.” At that, Neville and Dean stood up to face Malfoy as Crabbe and
Goyle enter the small compartment. Without taking his eyes off of the three
standing boys, Draco said to Harry. “You’ll soon learn that some wizarding
families are better, than others, Potter. You don’t want to make friends with
the wrong sort, especially with Mudbloods.”
At that, Harry jumped up and faced Malfoy, as Hermione followed suit right
after, and glared at the blonde-haired boy. Lily almost knew that Harry was
about to lose control of his powers at that point, however, something she did
not expect to happen occurred as both Crabbe’s and Goyle’s underwear was yanked
up from behind them by an unseen force. As they yelled out in pain, Draco
turned around just as his underwear was pulled up from his pants. Draco
screamed like a little girl as two red-headed boys step forward into view just
behind Malfoy’s goons smiling widely.
“Hate to but in on you first-years,” One boy said.
“But we couldn’t help ourselves.” The other boy said.
“Especially with three greased-up gits.” The first one finished.
“Fred, George, I wish you two would stop talking like that.” Ron said to them.
“Annoying you two are at times.”
The rest of them chuckled at seeing the discomfort on Draco’s and his two
goons’ faces. Lily however just smiled a little as there was something
particularly familiar was about that situation. As Fred and George, who Harry
assumed were Ron’s brothers, released their wedge spell on the three boys,
Draco and his two goons ran out of the compartment with Draco shouting to them
before he left. “My father will hear about this!”
As soon as they left, Harry, Ron, Neville, Dean, Fred, and George all laughed
loudly at Malfoy’s discomfort. Lily chuckled silently as Hermione just smiled
and went back to reading her book. After a while, Ron introduced his two older
brothers and Fred and George told Harry that his father was one of their
personal heroes. After hearing that, Lily finally realized where she saw that
spell; it was from James. He used it on Severus several times during their time
at Hogwarts. The fact alone that the Weasley twins declared that James was
their hero, and the fact that they knew that spell, made Lily wonder if Fred
and George were Marauders.
After a while, all three Weasley children left as Hermione mentioned that it
was time to change into their robes. Harry, Neville, and Dean left the
compartment and closed the door behind them as they allowed Hermione to change
first. Lily stay against the other side of the door making sure that her son
didn’t peek. She couldn’t do anything if Neville or Dean peeked, but even
though she trusted them, she knew that boys were very curious with the opposite
sex, especially at their age. Lily herself couldn’t help it but to look at
Hermione as she changed and she couldn’t help but admire her tiny frame as she
reminded Lily of herself at that age, minus that unruly hair. What Lily didn’t
notice while she did this was Harry was peeking on Hermione through Lily’s
transparent body.
The three boys dressed afterwards and they waited the long ride in silent
reflection until the sun had sat and night had come. The train slowed noisily
as they approached Hogsmeade station as the boys started grabbing their bags
and Hermione did the same. When the train finally stopped, the compartments
quickly emptied as scores of children filed off the train and headed towards
horseless carriages at the far end of the station. Harry and the rest of the
first-year students got off of the train and walked towards the front of the
station where Hagrid stood waving a large lantern.
“First-years! This way! First-years!” Hagrid shouted to them as all the first-
year students grouped up around him. As they did so, Lily couldn’t help but
remanence about her first time seeing Hagrid as she got off the train all those
years ago. Ron, Dean, and Hermione gave an audible gasp at seeing the large man
for the first time, which Harry and Neville smiled at seeing their reactions to
him.
“Hi, Hagrid.” Harry said to the half-giant, as Neville gave the same greeting.
“’ello Harry. ‘ello Neville.” Hagrid smiled at them as the other children
waited. Hagrid then looked up at all of the first-years and nodded. “Right.
This way to the boats! This way, come on!”
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Hogwarts Castle
The doors to Hogwarts opened wide as Hagrid led them into the main hallway.
Every single first-year looked around the large castle wide-eyed in amazement
as they walked up the first flight of steps. Hagrid stopped and turned as he
was about to motion the children up to the next flight of stairs that led to
the Great Hall. However, he froze as stared at a ghost of a person he had not
seen in ten years.
“Lily Potter?” Hagrid said in a gasp, unbelieving his own eyes. “That can’t be
you, can’t it?”
At that point, all of the children, Harry included, turned around to see the
ghostly form of Lily Potter standing at the entrance looking at everybody
shocked.
“You can all see me?” Lily asked everyone around her. When the children all
slowly nodded, she tearfully smiled a bit. “How can this be? Up till now only
Harry could see and talk to me.”
“That’s a very excellent question, Mrs. Potter.” The voice of Minerva
McGonagall spoke as the elderly witch walked down the flight of stairs that led
to the Great Hall. “I have several myself; like how is it that you are back
here in Hogwarts?”
“It’s a long story, Professor.” Lily answered as she stepped forward next to
Harry. “I don’t know all of the details yet, but I know that I’m bonded with
Harry. Where he goes, I go.”
“I see.” McGonagall replied, showing no emotion to seeing her former student’s
ghost standing a few feet from her. “Well, this is something Professor
Dumbledore will want to know about. However, for the time being, there is the
Sorting that must commence.” She took a deep breath before turning her
attention to the first-years. “Now, before you join your classmates, you must
first be sorted into your houses. They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw,
and Slytherin. While you are here, your houses will be your family. Your
triumphs will earn you points, however any rule-breaking will lose you points.
At the end of the year, the house with the most points will when the House Cup.
Any questions?”
“Yes, Professor.” Harry spoke up, frowning intently ever since Dumbledore was
mentioned. “What about individual rewards? Are there any for a student who
earns the most points, or has the highest grades?”
“Well, Mr. Potter, that is a very good question.” McGonagall smiled at him, and
giving him a slight wink. Harry blinked, and looked around, wondering why she
winked at him. “However, I’m afraid that besides ‘Special Awards to the School’
that only the Headmaster himself decides to give to whomever he deems worthy
for whatever reason, there are no such prizes for individual accomplishments.
We do select prefects based upon grades and triumphs, but that will not happen
for you lot until your fifth year. Are there any other questions?”
“Yes, Professor.” Ron spoke up enthusiastically. “Is it true that we get sorted
by facing up against a troll?”
Everybody laughed around Ron at that moment, with the exception of Harry,
Neville, and Hermione, who all wondered how dense Ron actually was. McGonagall,
however, raised her hand sternly silencing the laughter immediately.
“You must be Ronald Weasley.” McGonagall said, frowning at the red-headed boy.
“Trust me, your brothers Fred and George have given me plenty of trouble
throughout their tenor here, so them telling you that lie is no surprise to me.
We do not use a troll to sort you children into your houses. We simply place a
magical hat on top of your head and it will decide which house you will be
placed. Oh, if you are sorted into Gryffindor, Mr. Weasley, will you please
tell your brothers that I will be taking ten points each from them for their
extremely bad joke.”
Ron gave a very audible gulp as everyone, Harry included looked at Ron’s
reaction to that piece of news. After McGonagall gave a stern look around for
other questions, she motioned the first-years up the stairs to the doorway to
the Great Hall. Before entering, McGonagall turned back to Lily for a moment
and asked “Is it possible for you to wait outside these doors Lily? I simply do
not wish to startle the teachers with your sudden reappearance. Our Potions
Professor will definitely become distraught over seeing you again.”
“Professor Slughorn’s still teaching?” Lily asked, bewildered. “I thought he
would at least be retired by now?”
“You are correct in that assumption, Lily.” McGonagall told her. “I am talking
about your old friend Severus Snape. He has been our Potions Professor these
last ten years. He is also the Head of Slytherin House too.”
Lily gasped loudly at the thought of seeing her former best friend again after
so long. The last time she saw him alive was just after they left Hogwarts, and
they both ended their friendship by taking opposite sides in the last war.
However, she believed that Severus changed after she saw him in Harry’s bedroom
the night she died. Now, after ten years, Lily was going to see him again, and
she really didn’t know what to feel. She was not surprised at finding out that
he became Potions Professor and the Head of Slytherin, as Severus was in
Slytherin when they went to school, and he was always better at potion making
than she was. However, for some reason, Lily felt that Severus being at
Hogwarts was due to Dumbledore’s planning, and she didn’t trust it.
“I can wait by the doors until after the feast.” Lily answered her. “However, I
expect to see Dumbledore immediately afterwards in his office. I have several
things to discuss concerning my son’s safety.”
“I understand.” McGonagall said to her before turning her attention back to the
first-years. “Follow me, please.”
The doors slowly opened to reveal a large hall stretching across several acres.
McGonagall led the first-years across the hall as each one of them looked
around the large room. To either side of them stood four long wooden tables
with students of various ages sitting and watching the first-years approach the
main table where the Headmaster and teachers sat. Harry, however, looked back
at his mother as the doors slowly closed with a soft thud. Harry then looked
forward toward the main table and locked his eyes onto the elderly man with a
long white beard sitting at the center of the table. As he pretty much glared
at the man he believed to be Dumbledore with hatred, he overheard Hermione
saying something about the bewitched ceiling. This caused a groan from one of
the first-year boys, although Harry was almost sure that it was Ron. However,
his attention was turned back to McGonagall as she gathered them in front of
the main table where an old, brown hat sat on top of a stool. As their
attention was drawn now to the Sorting Hat, it wrinkles soon turned to a face
and began to sing.
“Oh, you may not think I’m pretty,
But don’t judge on what you see,
I’ll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I’m the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There’s nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can’t see,
So, try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you’ve a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You’ll make your real friends,
Those cunning folk use any means
To achieve their ends.
So, put me on! Don’t be afraid!
And don’t get in a flap!
You’re in safe hands (though I have none)
For I’m a Thinking Cap!”
The entire student body erupted in loud cheers and applause for a full minute
and a half before McGonagall raised her hand to silence them. As they students
stopped applauding, McGonagall began to speak.
“Now, before you get sorted, Professor Dumbledore would like to say a few
words.” She said and turned to the standing elderly man with the long white
beard. Harry glared at the man again as he began to speak.
“Thank you, Minerva.” Dumbledore said to her as he glanced around the Great
Hall. “Greetings to all, and welcome to another year at Hogwarts. Now, as
promised, here are my few words: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!”
Every student laughed except for certain students over at the table to the far
end on the left side. Harry himself didn’t laugh as he kept glaring at the man
who was responsible for his childhood with the Dursleys. The laughter soon died
down and Dumbledore continued.
“Thank you. Now I would like to remind you all that the Forbidden Forrest is
restricted to all students.” Dumbledore stated to them. “Also, our caretaker,
Mr. Filch, would like me to inform you that the third-floor corridor on the
right-hand side is out-of-bounds, except for those who wish a most painful and
gruesome death.”
“Now, when I call your name,” McGonagall said as she lifted the Sorting Hat off
of the stool. “You will sit upon the stool, where I will place the Sorting Hat
on your head, and you will be sorted into your houses. Abbott, Hannah.”
A blonde-haired girl stepped forward with a look of fear on her face as she
walked up to the stool and sat down on top of it. McGonagall placed the over-
sized hat on top of Hannah as everyone watched in silence while the Sorting Hat
muttered for a moment. After the moment had passed, the Sorting Hat made its
first selection: “HUFFLEPUFF!”
The table on the far right erupted in loud applause as the blonde-haired girl
joined them. The applause died down and McGonagall called the next name on her
list. “Bones, Susan.”
A long, red-haired girl walked up to McGonagall, winking at Harry as she passed
by. As she sat down, McGonagall place the hat on her head, and a moment later,
it said: “HUFFLEPUFF!”
Another round of applause rang out from the Hufflepuff table as Susan ran over
to the table and sat next to Hannah. As the applause died down, Susan looked
over at Harry again and gave him another wink.
“Boot, Terry.” McGonagall said.
“RAVENCLAW!” The Sorting Hat said a moment later.
“Brocklehurst, Mandy.”
“RAVENCLAW!”
“Brown, Lavender.”
“GRYFFINDOR!”
“Bulstrode, Millicent.”
“SLYTHERIN!”
Each first-year smiled as they were sorted into their houses and they took
their seat at their respective tables. However, Harry noticed that each girl
winked at him in passing with the exception of certain Slytherin girls. He then
realized that two identical girls were standing very close to Harry and
Neville. Neville looked at Harry at that point and silently let him know that
he noticed them standing there too. McGonagall kept calling each first-years’
name, and each one took a seat on the stool as the Sorting Hat was placed on
their head and they were sorted into their houses. Soon McGonagall called
Hermione Granger’s name as she boldly walked up to the stool and sat down
waiting to be sorted. After the hat was placed upon her bushy-haired head,
though, the Sorting Hat took a very long time in deciding where she belonged.
After several minutes had passed, the hat finally shouted: “GRYFFINDOR!”
The Gryffindors cheered and applauded as Hermione took her place with the other
Gryffindor first-years. Several more names were called before it became time
for Neville to be sorted. Neville slowly made his way up to McGonagall, and
just as slowly sat down upon the stool. Once the Sorting Hat was placed on
Neville’s head, however, it quickly shouted: “GRYFFINDOR!” and Neville quickly
joined the Gryffindor table as they applauded him, Harry included. After
Neville, the pompous blonde-haired Draco Malfoy took his turn on the stool. The
hat barely touched Draco’s head before it shouted: “SLYTHERIN!” The Slytherin
table applauded as Draco smugly walked over to them. Harry watched him with a
large frown on his face, thinking about how much Draco’s attitude reminded him
of Dudley. After Draco took his seat, McGonagall called another first-year, and
another one after that, until a brunette named Pansy Parkinson walked up to the
Sorting Hat, intently separating the two twin girls away from Harry and
brushing up against him as well. She sat down on the stool, smiling and winking
at Harry as she did, and waited as McGonagall placed the hat into her head.
After she was sorted into Slytherin, she walked over to the Slytherin table and
blew a kiss at Harry. Next came the two twin girls who were next to Harry,
Padma and Parvati Patil, as each of them took their turns at the Sorting Hat.
Padma was sorted into Ravenclaw, while her sister went to Gryffindor, both of
them smiling and winking at Harry as they went to their perspective tables.
Harry looked wide-eyed at all of these girls and wondered why they were being
so friendly towards him.
“Potter, Harry.” McGonagall said with a smile on her face. Every teacher
sitting at the main table straightened themselves up in attention as they heard
Harry’s name mentioned, Dumbledore included. As Harry made his way up to
McGonagall and the Sorting Hat, he could feel every student’s eyes locked onto
him with intensity. As he sat down upon the stool, he found the silence in the
Great Hall very uncomfortable as he looked upon the faces of every student who
were waiting on hushed breaths to see where The Boy Who Lived would be sorted
into.
As the Sorting Hat was placed onto Harry’s head, Harry felt a presence inside
of his own mind. Closing his eyes, Harry began searching his mind for the
intrusion, using Thaddeus’ teachings as a gift. However, he found his need to
block the presence unnecessary as the presence identified itself almost
instantly after Harry began searching.
‘There’s no need for that, Potter.’ A voice that Harry recognized as the
Sorting Hat said from inside of his mind. ‘I need to be inside your mind to see
which House you might be better sorted for. It also allows me to talk with
students that I find very interesting, and you are very, very interesting.’
Harry tilted his head in slight confusion at the Sorting Hat’s words. ‘Why do
you find me interesting?’ Harry thought to the hat. ‘You didn’t find Neville
just as interesting?’
‘Ah, Mr. Longbottom will definitely become a powerful wizard.’ The hat
responded. ‘However, his mind is quite simple and direct. It was quite easy for
me to see that Gryffindor would suit your god-brother best. You are not simple,
Potter. As a matter of fact, you are more complicated than someone else that I
just sorted.’
‘I’m complicated?’ Harry thought to the hat. ‘What do you mean?’
There was a slight pause before the Sorting Hat answered him. ‘You are fully
aware of the power inside of you, yet you are hesitant to use it. You are very
protective of your mother, and you will risk your own life to save her, even
though she is only a spirit. You love her deeply, and I also sense something
else inside of you that has yet to be awakened. I don’t know what it is, but it
is something dark. You see the Longbottoms as family, and this Thaddeus Flamel
as a great mentor for you and Neville. As for these Dursleys, your emotions are
quite clear as you wish for the ultimate worst to happen to all of them. Your
thoughts are very, very dark concerning the four of them, especially towards
your Uncle Vernon and his sister, Marge. Oh yes, I see much darkness in you
concerning them, and your magical guardian as well.’
Harry bit back his anger at hearing the hat mention Dumbledore, which caused
the hat to chuckle inside Harry’s head. ‘Oh, I know that you blame Albus for
placing you with the Dursleys, and you are aware that Dumbledore is using his
power to make sure you stay with them. It does make me wonder why he is doing
this if he knows that this Vernon and Marge are Supremacists as you believe.
However, I’m not here for Albus, I’m here for you. Now, where should I put
you?’
‘You have the mind much like your mother, Lily.’ The Sorting Hat continued.
‘Ravenclaw would help put that mind in good use. I see that you are concern
over your god-brother, Neville. Such loyalty is a great quality for a
Hufflepuff. I also see that you have much courage, that quality is best for a
Gryffindor. However, that darkness inside of you, combined with the last three
traits, would serve you best as a Slytherin. Yes, Slytherin would definitely
help you on the way to greatness.’
‘Wait a minute!’ Harry said in his mind. ‘That’s the House that Malfoy kid and
his two goons went to. If it’s all the same, I’d rather not put up with Malfoy
more than I’d want to.’
‘Yes, Malfoy was easy to sort.’ The hat answered. ‘He is simple-minded, a
typical daddy’s boy. I see in your mind that he reminds you of your fat cousin,
Dudley. A bully with no real magical talent, I assure you. At least not when
compared to you.’
‘If I can choose, I would want to be in Gryffindor.’ Harry told the hat.
‘Neville’s my god-brother, and I want to be in the same House as him. We need
to stick together.’
‘Yes, your family is important to you. After all, your parents were both in
Gryffindor.’ The Sorting Hat responded. ‘Well, if you are sure, then better
be…’ “GRYFFINDOR!”
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After feast-Headmaster’s office
Harry sat across the desk from Dumbledore, glaring at the man who placed his
childhood in the hands of the Dursleys, who was sitting at his desk with his
fingers crossed together. Standing to either side of him was McGonagall and
Snape, a tall slender man with greased-up black hair and wearing a black robe.
They were all listening to the loud shouts of the spirit standing next to
Harry, the ghost of someone that Dumbledore didn’t expect to see, Lily Potter.
“You had absolutely no right to leave Harry in my sister’s custody.” Lily
angrily said to Dumbledore as McGonagall and Snape looked stunned at Lily.
McGonagall was shocked at hearing Lily’s tone towards Dumbledore, while Snape,
who usually showed no emotion other than disdain, now looked at the ghost of
the woman he once loved. However, Lily was uninterested with McGonagall and
Snape, as her anger was completely directed towards the Headmaster. “James and
I explicitly told you that under no circumstance that my sister and her husband
take care of my son. Why would you consider leaving Harry with them, especially
if you knew what type of people Vernon and Marge are.”
“I am aware of who Vernon and Marge Dursley are.” Dumbledore admitted the her,
his calm composer never wavering. “However, I will admit to you that I didn’t
know about them when I placed him in you sister’s care. As for why I did so, I
can say that at the time there was no other option.”
“No other option?” Lily almost cried out at him as her pale face turned a
bright shade of red. “We wanted Harry to stay with either Sirius or Alice if
something happened to us. I know that there was nothing wrong with giving Harry
to Alice, as she and Augusta would have gladly taken care of Harry. Also, you
haven’t mentioned what happened to Sirius, and as I saw Hagrid riding Sirius’
motorcycle, I can only assume that he didn’t make it, but after everything you
have done, I’m beginning to think that you might have something to do with
that.”
“Please calm yourself, Lily.” Dumbledore said, lowering his hands from his
face. “Sirius is very much still alive, but his health is not the same as it
once was. He’s currently in Azkaban, at the mercy of his captors, the
Dementors.”
“Why is he there?” Lily asked, letting herself calm down a bit.
“He was put there for the mass-murders of Muggles who lived in a city block.”
Dumbledore answered, his composer never wavering. “He was found covered in
their blood shortly after your and James’ deaths. We also have reason to
believe that he also murdered your Secret Keeper, Peter Pettigrew. It was
Sirius who betrayed you to Voldemort, not Peter.”
“How can this be?” She said, shocked at hearing this bit of news.
“When the Aurors captured Sirius, they found Peter’s finger next to a sewer
access nearby.” He explained to her, focusing on her shocked face. “We believe
that Sirius lured Peter out there, killed the Muggles around them as a way to
scare Peter, then tortured him for the location of where you were hiding. After
he had the information, Sirius must have killed Peter and destroyed his body in
such a way that only Peter’s finger was left behind. I know that you don’t want
to hear this Lily, but we believe that Sirius contacted Voldemort somehow
moments after he did all of those things, before he succumbed to magical
exhaustion and passed out.”
Lily looked intently at Dumbledore as he told her about Sirius, none of which
she actually believed. She knew Sirius, and besides the other members of the
Black family, he was literally the polar opposite of his Pureblood family, who
saw Muggles and Muggleborns as worthless. Sirius, on the other hand, saw
Muggles as fascinating people and would gladly go out into their world to study
them up close. Most times he would go out in is Animagus form, while there were
other times when James and Remus had to either carry him home after being
passed out in a pub, or save him from an angry boyfriend or husband after they
found Sirius in their significant other’s bed. She knew Dumbledore was lying
about Sirius, but by the way Dumbledore explained it to her, there was simply
no way to refute it at the moment. However, that didn’t mean the she believed
what he was telling her. As a matter of fact, it was now clear to Lily that
Dumbledore was lying to her.
However, Lily decided to drop the matter of Sirius for now, and decided to
attack another issue instead. “Then what about Alice?” She asked sternly to
Dumbledore. “I know that after Frank’s death there might have been questions
about Harry’s safety with the Longbottoms, but as Neville has had a normal life
under his mother’s and grandmother’s care, I don’t see why you didn’t
immediately remove Harry from my sister and place him with the Longbottoms.”
At that, Dumbledore gave a loud, audible sigh as he turned his head at Harry.
“Harry, would you be so kind as to wait outside with Professor McGonagall. I
need to have a private conversation with your mother.”
“And what about him?” Harry finally spoke to the man sitting across from him,
indicating Snape who was still standing next to Dumbledore. “Why do you need
him to stay?”
“He is Professor Snape, Harry.” Dumbledore stated matter-of-factly. “He is
staying because of his friendship with your mother, and because there are some
details he already knows that you currently do not need to know.”
“Stay seated, Harry.” Lily said to her son, before turning her attention back
to Dumbledore. “If you have something to tell me, you can tell Harry. He’s
already been through hell with my sister’s family, so he has the right to know
why he has to stay there.”
Dumbledore gave another loud, audible sigh as he looked at both Lily and Harry.
It was at that point that Lily noticed that Dumbledore was intently frowning at
the both of them. After a long moment, he nodded to the both of them and
finally said: “Alright, if you must really know, it’s because Vernon and Marge
Dursley are Human Supremacists.”
Lily this time gave an audible gasp as Dumbledore continued. “You see, after
you and James died, I had no idea about either Sirius’ or Alice’s safety. All I
knew at that time was that Harry was alive and very much still in danger, I did
not know who Vernon actually was until much, much later. So, even though you
specifically forbade me to place him in your sister’s care, after you made your
sacrifice for Harry, your very blood became the one thing that would protect
Harry from any and all harm. Thus, Petunia became the only viable option to
protect Harry from Voldemort’s followers.”
At that moment, Lily looked over to Snape, who at that moment, turned his gaze
away from his former friend, his face now showing guilt. Lily knew that Snape
was no longer one of Voldemort’s followers, but even after all these years, it
was good to know that he still felt guilt over the things he had done as a
Death Eater. However, Snape stayed quiet as Dumbledore kept on talking.
“Over time, I found out about Sirius, as well as Augusta’s special protections
regarding Alice and Neville, so removing Harry at such an early time in his
life simply was not an option, even though I was aware of his life while living
there. The protection that your sister provides Harry is simply too strong for
me to ignore. Even after the events of the earthquake that Harry caused, the
protection of Harry was still my primary concern. However, it was then that I
learned about Vernon’s and Marge’s affiliation with the Human Supremacists.
While this was clearly not ideal for Harry’s protection, this created an
opportunity that I simply could not ignore.”
“Wait a minute!” Harry almost snapped at Dumbledore. “Why are you saying my
aunt protected me? She hasn’t done one damn thing to protect me from those
two?”
“Harry, there is a spell known as a Fidelius Charm.” Lily explained, now
understanding why Dumbledore originally placed Harry with the Dursleys. “With
my sacrifice, any person who shared my blood would be able to help create a
Fidelius Charm, meaning that any person who wanted to do you harm wouldn’t be
able to find you unless they knew who your Secret Keeper was.”
“And I made sure that the Fidelius Charm is constantly active by making sure
that you stay in that house, Harry.” Dumbledore told him. “Mainly because your
Secret Keeper is none other than me, and for the charm to continue working, you
need to be in that house at least one day per year. However, getting back to
Vernon and Marge, finding out that these two were Supremacists, thanks to your
American friend, Thaddeus Prendergast I might add, was unfortunate, but created
an opportunity. One that could finally rid us of that bigoted group once and
for all.
“You see, while I know that these Supremacists have plans for Harry, as that
was the only reason they could want him to be alive, I also know that they have
others in their mists, and to reveal them to the whole world once and for all,
Harry needed to stay where he was.” Dumbledore said to them, pausing a moment
to let that bit of information sink in. “However, I did realize that after
Harry realized his magical powers had awakened, he needed training to control
his powers. So, I allowed him to begin visiting the Longbottoms twice a month
as well as the entire month of July. I would explain more, and I promise to do
so, but given the lateness of the hour, I do believe that it’s best that Harry
retires to Gryffindor Tower for the night.”
Lily looked at Dumbledore for several moments before answering. “Alright,
Albus, but this isn’t the end of this. Come on Harry, Professor McGonagall will
take us to Gryffindor Tower.”
Harry rose from his seat, staring intently at the man he felt gave no real
explanation to why he had to stay with the Dursleys, before turning away and
walked towards the Headmaster’s door. McGonagall nodded to both Dumbledore and
Snape before meeting Harry and Lily at the door. Before exiting, Lily looked at
the two men across the room and gave one last thought: ‘You’re full of shit,
Albus, and I intend to find out why you are lying to Harry.’
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***** Chapter 8: The Stone of Flamel Part 4: The First Week *****
Chapter Summary
     Minerva/Harry tease
The Corruption of Lily Potter
Chapter 8
The Stone of Flamel: Part 4
(The First Week)
Late Evening-Gryffindor Tower
Harry laid in his four-poster bed with his eyes wide open and his thoughts were
on the events of the evening. His mind was still back in Dumbledore’s office
hearing the Headmaster telling his mother that he knew that Vernon and Marge
were Supremacists. Not only that, but Dumbledore actually admitted that he
wanted Harry to stay in that house just for the fact that he could keep a
closer eye on the Dursleys. This made no sense to Harry, as he believed that
after Dumbledore discovered that Vernon and Marge were Supremacists, he could
have found a way to keep a watch on them without endangering Harry further.
Even if Dumbledore’s goal was to rid the world of these Supremacists, to
endanger the life of any young wizard, regardless of how powerful or famous,
was borderline retarded. Frustrated with Dumbledore’s explanation, Harry tossed
his covers off of his body and stood up from his bed. As he did, Neville lifted
his head up off of his pillow.
“Alright, Harry?” Neville asked as he wearily looked at his god-brother. Harry
tried to smile to Neville, hoping to not make him worry, but Harry was simply
too mad to do so.
“I’m alright, Neville.” Harry lied as he stretched his arms out. “I just can’t
sleep. I’m going to go to the common room for a bit and talk to Mum for a
while. Maybe that’ll relax me enough to finally sleep.”
“Okay, but I doubt that’s going to happen with Ron over there.” Neville said,
indicating the loud snoring red-head sleeping on the other side of Harry’s bed.
Even though Harry was angry, he managed to chuckle and smile at his god-
brother’s comment. He then left the first-year boy’s dorm room and headed for
the common room. As he walked down the flight of steps, Harry heard his mother
already talking with somebody else. Somebody he actually met during the feast
earlier in the evening, the Gryffindor ghost, Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington.
Ron made the mistake of referring to him as Nearly Headless Nick, which the
Gryffindor ghost chastised the young red-head for and told him that he
preferred to be called Sir Nicholas. Hermione then asked the ghost how he could
be nearly headless, and Sir Nicholas gave no amount of hesitation when he
grabbed his hair and pulled his head off of his neck with a thin strand of skin
and bone still connecting his head with his body. Most of the first-years
either gasped or groaned at seeing this grotesque image, however Harry had a
fascinated look on his face as he looked at the half-decapitated man. At the
time, Harry began wondering if all ghosts looked like they were the exact
moment they died, as he had only seen his mother, and Thaddeus’ dead sister
that one time. Just then during the feast, other ghosts had floated through the
Great Hall, slightly disturbing the students’ supper, and to Harry’s eyes, they
each looked quite different from Sir Nicholas. Some looked like they had died
horribly just before they had become ghosts while others looked quite normal
except for the fact that they were dead. This was something he felt he should
ask Thaddeus about, as he was the leading expert on communicating with the
dead. However, Harry knew that would be awhile, as he had just arrived at
Hogwarts and Thaddeus asked Harry not to write him unless absolutely necessary.
Making his way into the common room, Harry smiled at his mother as Lily stopped
talking with Sir Nicholas and noticed Harry. “Harry. Is something wrong?”
“Can’t sleep, Mum.” Harry said truthfully, letting his anger ebb down. “Good
Evening, Sir Nicholas.”
“Good Evening, Mr. Potter.” Sir Nicholas smiled at him and nodded. “It’s quite
wonderful to finally meet the son of Lily Evans and James Potter. You look very
much like your father, young Potter, except for your eyes of course. Your eyes
belong to your mother.”
At hearing Sir Nicholas mention this, Harry slightly blushed and took a deep
breath. He didn’t know why, but he felt embarrassed at hearing that he had his
mother’s eyes. Harry loved his mother, but now he was suddenly feeling
something stronger towards his mother, something he couldn’t quite describe.
However, Harry pushed those feelings aside as he needed to talk with his
mother.
“Sir Nicholas, might I have a moment with my mum alone?” Harry asked sincerely.
“Of course, Mr. Potter.” Sir Nicholas responded cheerfully. Then, to Lily. “I
hope that you do consider joining us for our nightly patrols, Mrs. Potter. You
are definitely a welcome addition here at Hogwarts for us.”
“I will definitely consider it, Sir Nicholas.” Lily responded. “However, as I
am bonded to my son, I will not be able to patrol the grounds very far from the
tower here. I’m sorry if that’s not acceptable at the moment, but I can only be
no farther than 1000 feet from where Harry is at any time.”
“I understand, Mrs. Potter.” Sir Nicholas said, looking both at Harry and Lily.
“I will speak to the Baron about this and we will arrange for you to patrol the
Gryffindor side of the castle. Good Evening, Mrs. Potter and Mr. Potter.”
Both Harry and Lily watched Sir Nicholas float away through the walls
separating the Gryffindor tower from the rest of the castle. After he left,
Harry couldn’t help but to ask: “Why does he need to talk to the Bloody Baron
about your situation here?”
“The Baron oversees all of the Hogwarts ghosts.” Lily explained. “Although, I
don’t think it’s official. I know that the Baron mainly organizes the ghostly
patrols for Dumbledore and keeps Peeves in line. When concerning Peeves,
though, I think that it’s safe to say that both Dumbledore and the Baron have
done a terrible job.”
Harry smiled at this, as he remembered meeting Peeves shortly before entering
Gryffindor tower. The ghost reminded Harry a lot of the two Weasley boys, Fred
and George, as he floated right in front of McGonagall and magically grabbed
her nose off her face. McGonagall was not amused, though, as she demanded her
nose back before calling the Baron on him. Pouting a bit, Peeves returned her
nose before speeding through the hallway, laughing and shouting that he got
McGonagall’s conk.
However, there was a reason for Harry to be in the common room. “Mum, I wanted
to talk to you about what Dumbledore told us tonight.” Harry said to her. “Does
what he said make any sense to you?”
“Truthfully Harry, it does not.” Lily told him with a slight frown on her face.
“While initially I could see Dumbledore originally having no other option than
to place you in Petunia’s care when you were a baby, leaving you there when he
knew you were in danger makes no sense at all.”
“What about the fact that he knew that both Uncle Vernon and Marge are Human
Supremacists?” Harry asked, sharing his mother’s frown. “I can’t believe that
he wants me to stay there just for the opportunity of getting rid of them since
he hasn’t done a damn thing to stop them since he found out about them.”
“I’m afraid that you’re right about that.” Lily answered. “Dumbledore might
have his reasons, and to some in the wizarding world, those reasons are valid.
However, to me, and perhaps others, whatever reasons he has for letting Vernon
and Marge abuse you as long as they had are not only utter nonsense, but
complete bullshit!”
Harry smirked inwardly at hearing Lily curse at Dumbledore’s actions. Hearing
Lily actually cuss for the first time wasn’t something Harry was expecting from
her, even though she watched his abuse at the hands of the Dursleys, she never
uttered a curse word. However, there was more that Harry wanted to ask her
about.
“What about my godfather?” Harry inquired. “Do you believe what Dumbledore said
about him?”
“No, Harry.” Lily replied, her sorrow about Sirius showing on her face. “I do
think Dumbledore is telling us the truth when he said that your godfather is in
Azkaban, and the reason he’s in there Dumbledore may well actually believe, but
I don’t believe it. You see, Sirius was a member of a Pureblood family: his
mother, father, and his younger brother Regulus were all racists in regards to
Muggleborn witches and wizards. In fact, the entire Black family were Pureblood
bigots, leading back all the way to the beginning of their family line. Sirius
was very much the ‘black sheep’ of his family. He and your father were two of a
kind, both of them being forced to deal with their families Pureblood
tendencies. In fact, they were both the first members of their families to be
sorted into Gryffindor, much to their mothers’ chagrin. Sirius bore no hatred
towards Muggles or Muggleborns, and was nearly disowned by his own mother for
his beliefs. So, I can’t believe Sirius could do what Dumbledore said he did.
More to the fact, I simply refuse to believe that Sirius betrayed us to
Voldemort. I know in my heart that Peter Pettigrew was the one who betrayed us
to Voldemort, so if Sirius did kill him, it must be because he learned of
Peter’s betrayal and took it upon himself to avenge us. I can’t say for sure,
Harry. I can only speculate, I’m afraid.”
“Who is this Peter Pettigrew? I know you mentioned him before, but why was he
your Secret Keeper? Why did you trust him?”
Lily frowned even deeper at this line of questioning from her son. Harry had a
right to know this, but looking back on those events, Lily herself was
beginning to question why Peter was chosen, and why James and she trusted him.
“Peter was one of your father’s childhood friends.” Lily explained. “Him, along
with your father, Sirius, and Remus Lupin were like the ‘Four Musketeers’ of
Hogwarts. They called themselves ‘Marauders’, and the four of them were the
closest of friends. However, as they grew up into adulthood, it was clear to
anyone that Peter was more of a follower than a friend. After Hogwarts, Peter
was one of the last wizards to join Dumbledore’s Order of the Phoenix. After
your father and I were marked for death by Voldemort and his followers, we went
into hiding and created a Fidelius Charm to protect all of us. Originally, we
wanted Sirius to be our Secret Keeper, but after a lengthy discussion with
Dumbledore, we chose Peter instead. According to Dumbledore, Peter was the best
choice since he was less likely to stand out to Voldemort and his followers, as
he was just an ordinary wizard with no special traits. We agreed to this, and
told Peter where we planned to enact the Fidelius. Little did we know that fate
itself would intervene and cause the events of that night to happen.”
“So, it was Dumbledore who chose him.” Harry said, taking a deep breath to
control his anger. It was awhile before Harry talked again. “Why didn’t you
mention this Remus Lupin as a Secret Keeper to Dumbledore?”
“He was originally our second choice as Secret Keeper.” Lily told him. “Peter
was not really in our minds as Secret Keeper. However, while we were sure of
both Sirius’ and Remus’ loyalties to us, we trusted Dumbledore more. I’m sorry
Harry, we were so blind in trusting Dumbledore that we never saw Voldemort
coming until it was too late.”
Harry had heard the guilt in his mother’s voice and instantly hugged her
ghostly body. Lily silently teared up returning her son’s embrace, hearing him
say: “It’s not your fault, Mum. It was Dumbledore and this Pettigrew fellow who
betrayed us! Dumbledore for convincing you and Dad that Pettigrew could be
trusted and Pettigrew for being responsible for what happened that night!”
Lily held her son tightly for a few more moments before releasing him and
locking her eyes with his. “Harry, you really need to go to bed. You’re going
to have a full week starting tomorrow.” She told him. “Trust me, the schedule
for your classes are hectic. It will take you some time to get used to it. But
don’t worry Harry, I’ll be close by in case you need any help.”
“Alright Mum. Can I ask one last thing?” Harry said, and after Lily nodded, he
asked: “Do you know of a way to shut out Ron’s snoring? Neville and I can’t
sleep with him next to us.”
Lily chuckled loudly at hearing Harry say that, as she remembered a fellow
classmate of hers that snored loudly as well. So, with a simple smile, she told
him how to solve his problem. “There’s a silence charm on every bed curtain. To
activate it, all you have to do is close the curtain around your bed and it
should muffle out Ron’s snoring. Now Harry, off to bed.”
“Alright Mum, Goodnight.” Harry said, giving her one last hug before turning
back towards the stairs and heading back to bed. Lily watched him ascend the
stairs as Harry looked back at his mother. He wanted to ask her about what
happened during The Sorting, moreover why several girls and female teachers
were giving him weird looks throughout the event and during the feast. He was
especially curious as to why the Patil twins had stayed so close to him up
until they had gotten sorted themselves. However, after dealing with
Dumbledore, the weird events of The Sorting didn’t seem to be important enough
to mention to his mother at that time. Anyway, he figured that whatever was
going on, it would resolve itself soon enough.
However, just before he entered his dorm room, he heard the soft sound of
footsteps from the opposite side of his dorm. Turning his head to see who was
running, Harry saw the back of the head of a certain bushy-haired girl running
back towards her room.
“Hermione?”
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Moments Earlier-Headmaster’s Office
Albus Dumbledore sat in silence as he watched Lily’s and Harry’s exchange with
each other through a magical mirror placed secretly in Gryffindor’s common
room. As he listened, a small smile crept upon his face and chuckled quietly.
Of course he knew that after the events of the earthquake several years ago,
both Harry and Lily would have a difficult time in trusting him, but to tell
the truth, he really didn’t need it at that time. As the Muggles would say, he
was playing the long game, and it all started for him over ten years ago, after
Sibyll Trelawney foretold of Voldemort’s defeat.
Before he met who was going to be Hogwarts’ Divination Professor, Dumbledore
was primarily focused on the war against the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters.
While the war itself was being won by Voldemort and his followers, Dumbledore
was thrilled at battling another Dark Lord. To Dumbledore, fighting Dark Lords
was his life’s mission: first Grindelwald, now Voldemort. Defeating Grindelwald
and imprisoning him in Azkaban nearly destroyed him, both physically and
mentally. Physically because the final fight they had drained him in almost
every capacity, and mentally because no matter the outcome, Dumbledore still
considers Grindelwald his closest friend and truest ally. The reason for this
was because of the fact that they both knew since they were young that one of
them would defeat the other, and even though they both knew this, they secretly
maintained their friendship. Afterwards, Dumbledore received fame and
recognition as he positioned himself into where he wanted to be. Chief Warlock
of the Wizengamot, and Headmaster of Hogwarts. Many suspected that he would
soon Minister of Magic, but it just didn’t appeal to him. For Dumbledore, being
Minister was more about politics than power, and more about pleasing others
than those who should be pleasing him. No, he was just happy being the one who
could influence the Minister as Chief Warlock, and mold future Ministers as
Headmaster of Hogwarts. However, prior to him becoming Headmaster, he met a
strange boy in an orphanage: Tom Riddle.
When Dumbledore first met the boy, who would become Lord Voldemort, he already
saw his potential; his dark potential. Dumbledore immediately saw this as an
opportunity to mold Riddle into a Dark Lord that he wanted; a Dark Lord he
could battle against for the thrill of it. However, while Riddle was committed
to becoming a Dark Lord, he had no intention of being Dumbledore’s pawn. He
eventually grew up and became Lord Voldemort, and Dumbledore had a worthy
adversary to fight. Voldemort gathered his followers, and Dumbledore assembled
his, most notably James Potter and Frank Longbottom.
Dumbledore knew that both the Potter and the Longbottom families were two of
the oldest families in the wizarding world, next to the Blacks of course, and
having both James and Frank on his side meant that he had the backing of both
of their families as well. Having Sirius was also good, but without his
family’s backing, there wasn’t much of a benefit to having Sirius in his ranks.
Having Longbottom’s support wasn’t that much of a surprise, as the Longbottoms
were known as forward thinkers and embraced the Muggle world within reason. The
Potters were the surprise, however, as they were as Pureblooded as they came,
nearly disowning James for marrying Lily, a Muggleborn witch. Fortunately,
Dorea, James grandmother, realized that without another male heir, the Potter
clan would die out if she did disown him. The only downside to having both
James and Frank on his side was the fact that Voldemort personally marked them
and their families for death, and even though Dumbledore was powerful, he was
slowly losing the war and his ability to protect the Potters and the
Longbottoms was being strained as it was, even with Fidelius Charms. For it was
his original intention for having the Potters and the Longbottoms backing in
the Wizengamot after the war. However, that was before he heard that blasted
prophecy from Trelawney. After learning of the fate of this Dark Lord,
Dumbledore came to only one conclusion:
Both Harry Potter and Neville Longbottom must die.
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One Week Later-Hogwarts Grounds
Harry and Neville were smiling and laughing as they walked to their first
flying lesson, with Dean, Ron, and their new friend, Seamus Finnigan, following
shortly behind them, with only Dean sharing their laughter. Ron and Seamus
would have smiled and laughed as well, save for the fact that they were the
reason for the others enjoyment. You see, Seamus had a bad habit of having his
spells explode, and one of them was always right next to him when it happened.
Ron was the first one to discover this, the first class they had; Professor
McGonagall’s Transfiguration Class.
The first morning at Hogwarts for Harry was strangely fantastic as he
discovered that he had a much easier time with the spells required than the
other students. In fact, he seemed to master his first spell on his very first
try. He and Neville walked in to Transfiguration Class right after they had
breakfast in the Great Hall, and to their surprise, they walked in to a near-
empty classroom, with Hermione already sitting in the front row copying notes
off from the chalkboard in front of them, and a medium sized Maine Coon cat
sitting on top of the teacher’s desk. As Harry and Neville sat down at the desk
next to where Hermione sat, the cat looked directly at Harry and began to purr
softly. Harry looked at the cat and knew that it was McGonagall. He couldn’t
understand how or why he knew, he just did. Deciding not to dwell on it, Harry
pulled out his quill, ink, and a blank piece of parchment and began copying the
notes off of the chalkboard.
The rest of the first-years filed in as Harry studied the notes he had written.
Thanks to his lessons with both Alice and Augusta Longbottom, and with Thaddeus
Flamel’s and his mother’s help, he had a basic understanding of what he was
looking at. As the clock bell signaled the top of the hour and the beginning of
class, several students looked around and wondered where McGonagall was. A full
minute passed before Ron and Seamus bolted in the room, both of them panting
heavily. As they made their way to the last empty desk in the room, Harry heard
Ron say: “Can you imagine the look of Old McGonagall’s face if she saw we were
late?”
At that point, the Maine Coon cat leapt off of the teacher’s desk and in mid-
air transformed to Professor Minerva McGonagall, looking sternly at both Ron
and Seamus. Most of the students gasped at the sight of McGonagall standing
before them, Ron and Seamus included. Another moment passed and Ron exclaimed:
“That was bloody brilliant.”
McGonagall warned Ron and Seamus to be on time next time, or she might be
tempted to turn one of them into a pocket watch. After they took their seats,
McGonagall took roll call and gave the class a brief explanation of what they
would be learning this year. After that, she passed out a match to each
student, and instructed them how to turn them into a needle. She then waved her
wand in a specific fashion and turned the match on her desk into a sharp,
silver needle before nodding to her students to begin the spell. Following
McGonagall’s wand movements with his wand, Harry casted his spell on the match
and instantly turned it into a perfect needle. McGonagall stared wide-eyed at
Harry after she saw him complete his assignment on the first try.
“Excellent, Mr. Potter!” McGonagall exclaimed after a moment. “No one has ever
been able to do a transfiguration spell on their first try. Not even…”
An explosion sounded and everyone turned to the direction of the sound, which
was directly behind Hermione. What they saw was both Seamus and Ron covered in
black soot and slightly burned in several places and a burnt hole where Seamus’
match used to be. Half the classroom laughed as they saw the embarrassed look
on Seamus’ face. Of course, no one knew that Seamus was going to have a problem
with learning spells when every time he tried, he blew something up. That’s not
to say that he didn’t eventually get better with his spells, he just had a bad
habit of blowing stuff up first.
The rest of Harry’s first week showed the same easiness with his ability to
learn spells as he mastered any spell he was given on the first try. As a
matter of fact, with the exception of three subjects, Harry was clearly better
than the rest of his fellow classmates. The exceptions were Hermione being top
in History of Magic, where a ghost named Professor Binns actually taught,
Neville being top in Herbiology, where a short, stubby woman named Professor
Sprout taught, and Potions, where as far as Harry knew, Professor Snape had no
top student in.
Harry frowned at thinking about his first Potions class with the man, as he was
already aware of the fact that his mother and Snape were once friends. However,
Snape showed no sympathy towards Harry at being Lily’s son. In fact, he tried
to catch Harry off guard by asking him questions that no first-year would know,
unless of course you were Harry Potter, Neville Longbottom, or Hermione
Granger.
“Tell me, Potter, what would I get if I added powder root of asphodel to an
infusion of wormwood?” Snape asked him, standing right in front of his desk
looking menacingly down at him. Between him, Hermione and Neville raised their
arms up, with Hermione practically shooting her arm up while Neville slowly
raised his in fear at the Potions Master.
However, Harry smiled as Lily actually helped him with his Potions textbook
prior to starting Hogwarts. “Asphodel and wormwood make a powerful sleeping
potion known as the Draught of Living Death, sir.”
“Correct, Potter. I see that having your mother floating around has some
benefit for you.” Snape said to him, glaring down at him even harder. “Let’s
try this: where you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?”
Both Hermione and Neville kept their arms raised, but Harry knew this answer
too, thanks to Thaddeus giving him and Neville one each. “A bezoar is a stone
that is taken from a stomach of a goat and can be used to cure most poisons,
sir.” Harry answered, still smiling at the Potions Master.
“Correct again, Potter.” Snape almost sneered at Harry’s answer, but decided to
ask him one more question. “Tell me, Potter, what is the difference between
monkshood and wolfsbane?”
“None, sir.” Harry said simply, thanking his Aunt Petunia for that one as he
often helped her in her garden. “They’re the same plant, which is also known as
aconite.”
“Correct, Potter.” Snape grunted and finally looked at both Hermione and
Neville. “Put your hands down, both of you! As for the rest of you, why aren’t
you writing this information down?”
As much as Harry showed Snape how prepared he was, it didn’t seem to matter. It
was clear to Harry from that moment that the man hated him for some reason, and
even if he knew how to make a potion correctly, Snape would only give him an
acceptable grade and claimed it was because of Harry’s mother that he was so
good. Harry had to wonder what the man was so angry about all the time,
especially if he and Lily were friends at one point. However, no matter how
much Harry tried that week, Snape didn’t want to reciprocate.
Harry, Neville, Dean, Ron, and Seamus all arrived at their afternoon class for
the day. When they showed up, they saw two rows of old, wooden brooms on either
side of a large field of grass. The five Gryffindor boys all lined up next to
each broom as the Gryffindor girls, led by Hermione, did the same. A few
moments later, the Slytherins, led by Malfoy, all took their places on the
opposite side of where the Gryffindors stood. Harry instantly frowned upon
seeing Malfoy’s smug smile and had a sudden urge to wipe it off of his face.
However, Professor Hooch, who preferred to be called Madam Hooch, walked
towards the class and nodded her greeting to each student. She stopped when she
saw Harry and turned to face him.
“Good afternoon, Harry.” Madam Hooch smiled uncharacteristically and Harry saw
her eyes twinkle. “I’ve heard from Minerva that you are a natural with your
wand. I hope you are also a natural with a broom, much like your father once
was.”
“Thank you, Madam Hooch.” Harry replied uncomfortably, trying to turn his head
to avoid the older woman’s stare.
Madam Hooch finally went to the front of the group in between the two groups
and began the class.
“Welcome to your first flying lesion.” Hooch said, her face returning to her
natural composer. “Well, what are you waiting for? Place your right hand over
your broom and say ‘Up’.”
“Up!” Everyone shouted.
Harry’s broom jumped up into his hand right away, followed closely by Malfoy.
Several other Gryffindors and Slytherins took a few more tries after Hooch told
them to put feeling into it before they had their brooms in their hands. Ron,
Hermione, and Neville were the last ones to finally get their brooms, with
Ron’s actually hitting him in the face before finally getting it into his hand.
“Excellent, I see Mr. Potter had his broom first, so I award five points to
Gryffindor on his behalf.” Hooch smiled at Harry again for a moment before
returning to her lesion. “Now, everyone mount their brooms. Good, now when I
blow my whistle, I want everyone to kick off the ground hard. Then you hover
for a moment, before lean forward slightly and touch back down safely. On my
whistle, three…two…one…”
Hooch blew her whistle and before anyone had a chance to kick off of the
ground, Neville shot up into the air with no control of his broom. Harry
worriedly shouted at his god-brother as Neville uncontrollably flew around all
over directly above the class. Hooch tried to use her wand to get control of
Neville’s broom, but she was unsuccessful as she couldn’t get a direct shot of
it. Harry wanted to do something, but all of the magic he knew so far couldn’t
him Neville. Neville suddenly crashed into the castle wall several times and
then uncontrollably took a sudden nose-dive, straight towards Harry.
“Harry, move! I can’t control it!” Neville shouted at Harry as Harry dove out
of the way as quick as he could. He successfully dodged the broom, but as he
got back up, he saw that Neville’s broom did a complete 180 and dove straight
after Harry again.
“Jump, Mr. Longbottom! I’ll catch you!” Hooch shouted as Neville flew fast
towards the group. “Harry, stand clear. That broom is bewitched!”
Harry nodded and tried his best to move with the group that suddenly swarmed
around Harry, most of them female. As for Neville, he jumped off as soon as he
was close enough to Hooch and low enough to the ground. At that point, Neville
groaned in mid-air and a very strong and powerful gust of wind blew everyone
off the ground and held everybody a few feet in the air, Hooch included.
Neville looked around frightened at what was happening, for he knew that he was
the one doing it. A few moments later, the wind died down and everyone landed
softly back on their feet with the exception of Neville, who somehow managed to
fall onto his right hand with a loud crack.
“Oh my, a broken wrist.” Hooch said, lifting Neville up to his feet. She then
looked to everyone there and said: “Everyone will stay on the ground while I
take Mr. Longbottom to the Hospital Wing. Understand? And until we know what
just happened with Mr. Longbottom, please keep it to yourselves. I’m sure
Professor Dumbledore will have an explanation for what just happened to Mr.
Longbottom.”
As Madam Hooch walked Neville into the castle, Harry frowned intently at
hearing Dumbledore giving them an explanation for what happened to Neville.
However, while Harry was watching Hooch lead his god-brother away, he heard
Malfoy and his two goons laugh loudly.
“Did you see the way he landed?” Malfoy laughed loudly as he tossed a large
round glass ball in his hand. “I bet if Longbottom remembered to give this a
squeeze, he would have remembered to fall on his fat ass.”
Harry looked closely at what Malfoy was holding and instantly recognized it as
Neville’s Remembrall, which Harry knew that Neville had just gotten in the mail
from his grandmother earlier that day. Harry got right into Malfoy’s face in
that instant and glared right into his eyes.
“Give it here, Malfoy, or I’ll make you regret it.” Harry told him.
“No, I think I’ll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find.” Malfoy responded,
taking his broom and gliding away from Harry in expert fashion. When he flew to
about two or three hundred feet in the air, he shouted back down to Harry. “You
want it Potter, come and get it!”
At that, Malfoy threw it as far as he could towards the Forbidden Forest with a
harsh laugh at Harry expense. However, at the moment that the Remembrall was in
the air, Harry had already mounted his broom and took off after it. Harry sped
through the air as he raced for Neville’s Remembrall and right before it
dropped into the tree line of the forest, Harry snatched it up and brought it
back to the ground where his fellow Gryffindors, as well as several Slytherins
were cheering him. Harry wanted to smile, but as he touched the ground, his one
thought was to punch Malfoy in the face.
“Harry Potter!”
Harry and the rest of the class turned to Professor McGonagall who frowned
intently at what had just transpired. Harry knew at that point that he was in
trouble.
“Follow me, Mr. Potter.” She said sternly to Harry. Harry complied, with his
head down and began to follow McGonagall back to the castle. Before, they left,
though, she turned back towards Malfoy and said: “Don’t think I didn’t see you
in the air either, Mr. Malfoy. I’ll be taking ten points from Slytherin for
disobeying Madam Hooch. I’ll also be talking to Professor Snape about your
serious lack of morals.”
As Harry walked back to the castle, a smile crept onto his face.
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Several minutes later- Hogwarts Castle
“That was complete reckless, Harry!” Lily said to her son as she followed
McGonagall and Harry towards their unknown destination. “While I’m proud of you
for defending Neville, flying a broom without proper supervision is dangerous.”
Although Harry wanted to respond, knowing that Lily was watching the class from
a nearby window, he knew that his mother was worried. However, McGonagall spoke
up on Harry’s behalf.
“Please calm yourself, Lily.” McGonagall stopped walking for a moment and
turned to face her. “I am not going to punish your son. All he did was defend
his friend and god-brother from being ridiculed. He may have broken the rules
to do so, but his intention was honorable.”
“Then where are we going?” Lily couldn’t help but wonder.
“We’re going to see a fellow Gryffindor about something very important
concerning your son.” McGonagall smiled and started walking again.
Both Harry and Lily looked at each other quizzingly as they followed McGonagall
towards their destination, which after a moment, they realized that they were
heading for Charms class, which a short wizard named Professor Flitwick taught.
McGonagall opened the door and stepped into the class for a moment. “Excuse me,
Filius, but can I borrow Wood for a moment?”
After a moment, McGonagall stepped out of the class and waited as a burly
fifth-year boy walked out of the classroom and looked at Harry and Lily. With a
nod to all three of them, McGonagall, led them to an empty classroom inside and
motioned for Wood and Harry to enter. “If you don’t mind, Lily, would you wait
out here for a moment?”
Lily nodded, uncertain as to what was going on, although she had a vague idea.
After McGonagall shut the door, she looked back at Wood and with a sudden
delight in her voice, said: “Wood, I have found us a Seeker.”
Wood looked at Harry and smiled widely, grabbing and shaking his hand
energetically. “Nice to meet you, finally. I’m Oliver Wood, Captain of the
Gryffindor Quidditch team as well as team Keeper.”
“Thank You.” Harry replied after Wood released his hand and returned his smile.
“Can I ask a question: What is Quidditch? I’ve heard it mentioned once or
twice, but I’ve never seen a game.”
“Not to worry, Harry.” McGonagall said to him. “Wood will explain it all to you
during your first Quidditch practice. I must say, after seeing you catch that
Remembrall just before it got lost to the forest, I knew you were right for our
team. Your speed on a regular broom is fantastic, and your ability to see a
small object from far away is perfect for what we need. Now, Wood, would you
mind if I talk to Harry alone for a bit. You can go back to class now.”
“Not at all, Professor.” Wood said, still smiling at Harry. “Harry, I’ll meet
you in the Great Hall during dinner and we can hash out what you need to know
in regards to training.”
Harry said goodbye to Wood after he once again shook Harry’s hand energetically
before Wood left McGonagall and Harry alone.
“Now, Harry.” McGonagall smiled at Harry a bit wider than normal. “I remembered
what you asked me about individual rewards, and I have been giving that some
thought, especially after I saw what you were willing to do for your god-
brother.”
“I don’t understand, Professor.” Harry frowned, a little scared of what was
happening at that moment. “Even though I recovered Neville’s Remembrall, I
still broke a rule in doing so. I shouldn’t be rewarded for that.”
“True, Harry, but as you were not the main culprit behind the incident, I see
no reason to punish you.” McGonagall told him as she pulled out her wand from
her robes. “However, if I give you points after I deducted points from Mr.
Malfoy, then Professors Dumbledore and Snape would argue that I would be
showing favoritism to you. So, I have decided to do several small things for
you to reward you for your compassion and courage. The first one will be that
any time when we are alone, you can call me Minerva. Can you do that, Harry?”
“Yes, ma…err, I mean Minerva.” Harry replied, still not sure as to what was
happening.
“Good, now the second thing you must not reveal to anybody, especially your
mother. Understand?” McGonagall dropped her smile a bit and looked intently at
the young boy. After Harry nodded, she continued, waving her wand around her
body in specific fashion. “Now, the truth for many of us witches and wizards is
that our aging slows dramatically at a certain point in our adult lives. So
many of us, teachers especially, use magical glamours to hide our real
appearance from others. Nobody in several decades has seen the real me, not
even Professor Dumbledore.”
As she finished waving her wand, her appearance changed into a thirty-something
woman with a tremendous figure, with long brown hair that actually flowed down
her shoulders, not pinned up, radiant green eyes that sparkled with intensity,
and lush red lips that were puckering at Harry as he looked at her stunned at
the vision walking towards him. McGonagall stopped right in front of Harry and
kneeled down a bit to face him.
“Well, Harry, do you like what you see?” She said, no longer smiling, but
showing Harry an emotion that he was now feeling. All Harry could do was nod,
and McGonagall stood up straight and took one step back. “Well, my second thing
is not yet done, Harry, as since I said you get to see me, and so you shall.”
At that, McGonagall began disrobing herself right in front of the eleven-year-
old wizard. As she slowly did so, Harry watched her with an open mouth and his
hands moving towards his crotch area. He watched as she undid her large green
robe and even brighter green dress revealing her semi-tan skin, her C cup
breasts, and a completely shaved pussy. When she had finished she took a step
back towards Harry and bent down on one knee with her face about an inch away
from Harry’s.
“Now, before you leave, Harry.” McGonagall said, slightly licking her lips.
“There is one last thing I want to do for you, but I must remind you that you
can’t tell anybody. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Minerva.” Harry finally breathlessly said as he found his voice.
She then placed her lips onto Harry’s and placed her hands into his hair. Harry
instinctively returned the motion and grabbed the back of McGonagall’s head,
closing his eyes as he did so. Feeling this, she opened her mouth a bit and
slid her tongue against Harry’s small lips. She gently pressed against them,
slowly forcing them to open as she pushed her tongue into Harry’s mouth. She
moved it around a bit before finally pulling back her kiss and shakenly stood
back up.
“Now, Harry, why don’t you head to the Hospital Wing and check on Neville.”
McGonagall said breathlessly. “I’ll clear it with Madam Hooch for you.”
“Thank you, Minerva.” Harry said after a long few moments. Harry stumbled
slowly for the classroom door, keeping his eyes locked on the naked figure of
Minerva McGonagall. As he exited the classroom, he saw McGonagall grab her
clothes and proceeded to get dressed. However, what they didn’t know was that
for the last few minutes, Lily had seen everything.
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***** Chapter 9: The Stone of Flamel Part 5: Halloween *****
Chapter Summary
     Sexual situations involved. Harry/Minerva/Poppy
The Corruption of Lily Potter
Chapter 9
The Stone of Flamel: Part 5
(Halloween)
Warning: Sexual situations involved, female dom., femslash. Also intense
violence and death.
An hour later-Hospital Wing
“A Seeker?” Neville inquired, the excitement in his voice clearly evident after
Harry told him the news of him joining the Quidditch team. “I thought first-
years never made the house teams.”
Harry smiled at Neville’s excitement over the news of him becoming the
Gryffindor’s team Seeker. Even though Harry was relieved that his god-brother
was alright and his Remembrall had been returned, in the back of the young
wizard’s mind, he was replaying the passionate kiss he received from Professor
McGonagall an hour before. Harry had felt strange about what had happened with
McGonagall, yet he was really glad that it happened. However, he was still
curious as to why this was happening, and while he did promise to not tell
anyone of what had happened, he wanted to get Neville’s thoughts on what was
going on with the females at Hogwarts.
“Neville, I want to ask you something.” Harry frowned at that moment with a
more serious look on his face. Neville looked at him with a quizzical look, but
nodded to his god-brother. “Don’t you find it strange that all these girls here
are weirdly nice to me? Not just that, but most of them seem to get really
close to me whenever possible. Don’t you think that’s weird?”
“Yeah, and some of the teachers are unusually nice to you as well.” Neville
said after a moment of thinking about it. “Originally, I thought it was because
of the fact that you’re famous here, you know. You’re ‘The Boy Who Lived’ and
you’re a hero for defeating ‘You Know Who’, after all. Now, after this week, I
can’t really say why. What do you think, Mrs. Potter?”
Lily suddenly snapped into the conversation as she was only half-listening to
Harry and Neville, as her own mind was replaying the image of a completely
younger and naked figure of Minerva McGonagall kissing Harry in such a way that
was so unlike the very teacher she grew up respecting. She was still in near
total shock about what she saw in that empty classroom. However, Lily’s
emotions on what she witnessed were surprisingly mixed. She was angry, of
course, after all, McGonagall took advantage on her son. She was also feeling
two other emotions that she couldn’t understand; jealousy and lust.
Harry realized that his mother hadn’t answered Neville, and turned to her.
“Mum, is everything alright.”
“Sorry Harry and Neville.” Lily said to both of them. She then took a moment to
think about what Harry and Neville were talking about before directly looking
at her son. “Harry, why didn’t you say anything to me before?”
“I don’t know, Mum.” Harry answered her truthfully. “I guess for a while it was
because I didn’t know what to think. It didn’t start happening until after we
first entered the castle, and no matter what I do or where I go, they all seem
to swarm around me. They are a few who don’t, however, like Hermione. What do
you think is the cause of all of this, Mum?”
“I don’t know, Harry.” Lily responded after another moment of thinking about
it. “The only difference between you before and you now that I can see is your
wand.”
Harry and Neville looked at each other for a moment before turning back to
Lily. “Do you think Morgana Le Fey had something to do with what’s going on
with Harry, Mrs. Potter?” Neville asked her. “I remember Mr. Ollivander
mentioned that Harry’s wand used to belong to her.”
“I’m not sure, Neville.” Lily answered him. “But I have to say that’s likely.
Also, you can call me Lily, Neville. Even though I’m somewhat dead, I’m your
god-mother, after all.”
“Sorry, Lily.” Neville smiled at her. “I’m just not used to seeing you around
yet. Give me time.”
Just then, Ron, Fred, and George Weasley burst into the Hospital Wing and went
straight towards Harry. Ron literally ran and grabbed Harry’s hand and shook it
more energetically than Wood did an hour ago. He smiled widely and even managed
to pat Harry on his shoulder while doing so. Fred and George soon grabbed their
little brother and tried pulling him away from Harry, but Ron wouldn’t budge.
“Congratulations, Harry.” Ron said, his smile growing wider. “We just heard
that you are our new Seeker.”
“Thank you, Ron, but I was only named Seeker an hour ago.” Harry responded,
trying to pull his hand away from him. “How did you find out?”
“Sorry, Harry.” Fred said to him, both him and George finally able to pull Ron
away from Harry.
“Wood found us after class.” George said.
“Told us the good news.” Fred said after that.
“That you are our new Seeker.” George said after that.
“However, fan boy here…” Fred said, indicating Ron.
“Overheard us three talking…” George said, looking at Ron pathetically.
“And ran up to us and told us what you did during your flying class.” Fred
finished, both he and George grinned at the struggling Ron.
“Oh, lay off, you two.” Ron said to them, fighting to get free from their
grasp. “Harry’s the youngest Seeker in a century, after all. You can’t blame me
for wanting to congratulate him.”
Harry could only look at the twins and nodded to the both. For the entire week
so far, Ron had taken every opportunity to try to get to know Harry. Harry
wouldn’t have minded so much, except for Ron being a little too overzealous
with how he did it. Ignoring Ron for a moment, he looked back at the twins and
asked: “Are you guys on the team too?”
“We’re the Gryffindor Beaters.” Fred answered, releasing Ron after he stop
fighting.
“Our job is to make sure you, Wood, and our Chasers don’t get bloody up too
bad.” George said, still hold on to Ron’s arm.
“Brutal, but no one’s died in years. Someone may disappear now and then,” Fred
said after George.
“But they turned up after a month or two.” George finished, then the Weasley
twins picked their brother up and left the Hospital Wing.
As they left, Harry turned to face Neville with a sick look on his face.
Neville looked at his god-brother and smiled, trying to comfort him. “You know
that they’re joking, right?”
“Sure, Neville.” Harry returned the smile. “Knowing the way that they joke
around, Quidditch is probably the safest wizard sport we have.”
“It’s the only wizard sport we have, Harry.” Lily placed her hand on her son’s
shoulder, patting it gently. “It’s not that safe to play, but it’s fun to
watch. Your father was the House’s Seeker when we went here.”
“That’s right, Mr. Potter.” The voice of Albus Dumbledore said and the three of
them turned to the headmaster. As both Harry and Lily looked at the elderly man
with the long white beard, their growing anger towards the man was beginning to
appear in their eyes. “Your father James was one of the best Seekers Gryffindor
had next to Charlie Weasley. He won the Quidditch Cup for his team in his
second year as Seeker. However, I came to see how our young Mr. Longbottom is
doing. I heard some troubling news concerning Mr. Longbottom’s broom.”
“I’m quite well, Professor.” Neville answered, sharing Harry’s and Lily’s frown
but had no anger for the man. “Is it true, sir? Was my broom bewitched?”
“I’m afraid that I have no answer for that, Mr. Longbottom.” Dumbledore
responded, smiling weakly. “After Madam Hooch came back to her class, she took
possession of it and locked it away in her storage closet. However, after her
class ended a short while ago, I investigated along with Madam Hooch only to
find that the broom was somehow destroyed in a magical fire. I promise you, Mr.
Longbottom, I plan to find out who did this as well as who might have tried to
harm you.”
“Excuse me, Professor Dumbledore,” Harry stood from the side of Neville’s
hospital bed and glared at the headmaster. “But are you telling us that you
believe someone tried to hurt Neville?”
“As I have said, Mr. Potter, I have no information on that.” Dumbledore
answered, letting his smile drop. “However, I will continue to investigate this
matter with the effort that it is due. Now, I suggest that you and your mother
leave so Mr. Longbottom can get his rest.”
“That won’t be necessary, Albus.” Madam Pomfrey said as she entered from her
office opposite the entrance to the Hospital. “Mr. Longbottom can return to his
dormitory now. After all, his wrist should be mended completely by now. There’s
no need to keep him overnight.”
“Thank you, Madam Pomfrey.” Neville said to the witch, who reminded Harry of
how Muggle nurses look during World War II. “However, since it’s nearly dinner,
I would like to go to the Great Hall if that’s alight.”
“Yes, that’s fine. Just be careful with your wand hand for the day or so.” She
told him. She then looked over at Harry, and smiled sweetly. “Mr. Potter, would
you mind waiting for a moment. There are some questions I have concerning your
health before coming here.”
Harry looked at both his mother and god-mother before turning to the middle-age
witch and asked: “Can we handle this later, Madam Pomfrey? I would really like
to join Neville and my House for dinner.”
“Very well,” Madam Pomfrey replied, a small sound of pouting barely noticeable
in her voice. “But I expect to see you here first thing Monday morning. Is that
clear, Mr. Potter?”
“Yes, Madam Pomfrey.” Harry replied with a grimace and turned to leave with
Neville and Lily. As he left though, he could almost swear he could feel
Pomfrey staring at him intently with the same look that McGonagall and Hooch
kept giving him. Instinctively, Harry unknowingly grabbed his crotch again as
he felt his penis get harder inside of his pants.
Lily took one last angry look at Dumbledore before leaving with Harry and
Neville. However, before she exited, she noticed Madam Pomfrey giving her son a
lustful look as they left. The same kind of look McGonagall gave him in that
empty classroom.
‘What’s going on?’ Lily thought as the doors to the Hospital Wing closed behind
them and they made their way to the Great Hall. ‘No wand could be that powerful
to make three of the most respected witches to give my son lustful looks like
that. I know that Harry’s famous, and very powerful, but fame and power were
never that important to McGonagall, Hooch, and Pomfrey. Harry is handsome,
though, even with all of the scars and bruises he has from the years of abuse
he suffered from the Dursleys, so I can understand why girls his age and older
found him attractive. However, adult witches like McGonagall should resist the
urge to approach my son like she did. Still, in a strange way, I can’t really
blame her, or Hooch or Pomfrey. Harry is a very attractive young wizard, after
all. He looks so much like James…, no, he’s not like James. Harry may look like
James, but his attraction is all his own. I can see why McGonagall, Hooch, and
Pomfrey are drawn to my Harry. Hell, even I can see myself being drawn to
him…OH MY GOD! What am I thinking?’
Just then, Lily felt herself shudder in a way she hadn’t felt in a very long
time. She suddenly stopped in her tracks and dropped to her knees. Her breaths
had quickened and had become shallow as her ghostly body began trembling. Lily
couldn’t understand how it happened, but she had a very intense orgasm, just
from having one naughty thought about Harry.
“Mum, are you alright?” Harry turned and asked after he realized that she
wasn’t next to him. He looked at her worried that she was in some kind of pain,
however, Harry noticed that after Lily caught her breath, she rose back to her
feet with a weird look on her face. “Is there something wrong?”
“I’m fine, Harry.” Lily answered after a moment. “I felt a little dizzy for a
moment. I don’t know why it happened, though. Could be a strain on how far we
are apart.”
At that moment, Harry moved closer to her and Neville followed suit, each
walking on either side of Lily. While Lily enjoyed the compassion Harry showed
her, she didn’t feel good about lying to her son. As they got to the Great
Hall, Harry spoke silently to both Neville and Lily. “I think it’s time to
contact Mr. Prendergast.” He said, looking at both of them. “He should know
what’s been happening so far. Especially about Dumbledore lying to us, Mum.”
Lily nodded slowly, half-listening to her son as her thoughts were being filled
with images of her son naked before her. She was just able to shake the image
out of her mind as they entered the Great Hall. However, as she watched Harry
being swarmed by the Patil twins and the rest of the Gryffindor girls, a
strange thought entered her mind:
She liked it.
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Saturday, September 7, 1991-Quidditch Pitch
Wood led Harry out to the Quidditch Pitch very early the next morning. Harry
was constantly rubbing his eyes as Wood was explaining the rules to Quidditch.
Harry was half-awake, and half-listening to him as he was still tired after the
night he had. During dinner the night before, Wood managed to get through the
crowd of girls to sit down next to Harry where he told him that Quidditch
practice usually starts a month from the beginning of the school term. However,
since Harry was a first-year, and since Wood hadn’t actually seen Harry’s
capabilities, Wood wanted to see Harry in action himself the very next morning
to see what type of training Harry would need. Harry agreed, however he didn’t
know how early Wood was going to wake him up.
After dinner, Harry and Neville went back to the Gryffindor common room to do
their homework, only to be harassed by Malfoy once again, who always seemed to
have Crabbe and Goyle along with him, before they even got there. However,
Percy Weasley, who Harry knew as one of the school’s prefects, separated the
three Slytherins from them and commanded the two groups to go back to their
respected dormitories. Harry was actually glad that Percy showed up when he
did, even though his younger brothers all claimed that he was a teacher’s pet
and followed every rule strictly. Harry and Neville finally made their way into
the common room and found a small corner so they could work on their homework.
Hermione joined them soon after that, who was soon followed by Dean. The four
of them quickly plowed through their schoolwork quietly, only conversing with
each other when needed. Harry found that he understood all of the magic he was
being taught, even though he had spent the majority of his life so far in the
Muggle world. An added benefit to him doing this was that he wasn’t thinking
about McGonagall or the other witches that were being drawn to him. However,
that ended when he went to bed.
Harry turned in early so he could prepare himself for Quidditch training.
However, as much as Harry wanted to sleep, the image of a naked McGonagall
plagued his thoughts. Harry tried to put it out of his mind, however, as soon
as he tried, images of Madam Hooch and Pomfrey joined her as Harry’s penis
began hardening again. Frustrated that this was happening, Harry undid his
pajama bottom and released his growing dick out from under it. Sighing in
relief, he closed his eyes and tried to sleep again. However, the images of
McGonagall, Hooch, and Pomfrey kept dominating his thoughts. Harry
instinctively at that point grabbed his penis, which felt at least six inches
in his hands, and began moving his hand up and down against it. He didn’t know
why, but it felt extremely good doing it. His mind went rampant as he imagined
the younger versions of McGonagall, Hooch, and Pomfrey all standing naked in
front of him in that empty classroom he was in earlier that day. His heart
started beating harder and faster as he pictured each of these witches taking
turns kissing him with their tongue. As each witch did so, Harry imagined each
one of them taking turns at massaging his penis. Harry jerked his hard dick
harder and faster as he imagined McGonagall getting on her knees and positioned
her mouth right in front of his six-inch erection. Unfortunately, right when
Harry was about to imagine McGonagall putting her mouth around Harry’s dick, he
groaned and orgasmed all over himself.
Harry had to wait until the others fell asleep before sneaking off to the
Gryffindor’s boy’s restroom to clean himself off. Afterwards, he went back to
his bed to try to go to sleep. He was somewhat successful as whenever he
drifted off to sleep, he dreamt of having his dick kissed and sucked by either
McGonagall, Hooch, or Pomfrey. Each time he awoke feeling his cock get hard and
he took several deep breaths before calming down and falling back to sleep. The
last time he was asleep, he dreamt of a fourth witch joining them, his mother
Lily. Fortunately, Wood had woken him up before he began thinking about his
mother in that way.
Now, as he followed Wood to the Quidditch Pitch, his thoughts went back to his
mother, who was following them a little further behind. Harry had to wonder why
he had dreamt about Lily like that, as he wasn’t even thinking about her during
that time. Not that he didn’t find her attractive, mind you, but she was his
mother. She sacrificed herself for him against Voldemort. He loved her, that
much was obvious, but did he really want to be with her in that way?
“What are all of you doing here?” Wood’s voice snapped Harry out of his
thoughts and Harry saw the other five members of the Gryffindor Quidditch team
standing in front of the entrance to the Pitch. Fred and George Weasley yawned
heavily as they stood to the right of three girls who were not only wide awake,
but smiling intently at Harry.
“Wasn’t our idea, Wood.” Fred said with his eyes half-opened.
“The Chasers woke us up.” George said with a loud yawn.
“Said we should come down here and watch Harry train.” Fred added.
“And make sure we don’t lose our new Seeker to your training methods.” George
finished with another loud yawn.
“Oh, knock it off, you two.” The dark-skinned tall girl said as she walked up
to Harry and offered her hand to him. “Angelina Johnson, Lead Chaser. Pleased
to meet you, Harry.”
Harry shook Angelina’s hand and returned her smile. As he released her hand, an
equally tall, Caucasian girl took Angelina’s place in front of Harry and
introduced herself.
“Alicia Spinnet, equally pleased to meet you.” She said as she shook Harry’s
hand. Finally, the third girl, a slightly shorter brunette took Alicia’s place
and shook Harry’s hand as well.
“Katie Bell, I was just named Chaser just before you joined up.” She told him
smiling sweetly. “Actually, it was decided last year after Angelina and Alicia
saw me on a broom.”
“Nice to meet you, Katie.” Harry smiled back at her. She stepped back and Harry
noticed that all three girls were smiling the same way that McGonagall, Hooch,
and Pomfrey were at him. After that, Wood pushed him onto the Pitch.
Once inside the Quidditch Pitch, both Wood and Harry were surprised to see
Madam Hooch standing in the middle of the grounds. Hooch smiled sweetly as she
waved both Harry and Wood over to her. As both boys made their way over to
Hooch, Lily began wondering why Hooch was out there, as the Flying Teacher and
Quidditch referee was not known to take a vested interest in training sessions.
“Ah, Wood, Potter, good morning gentleman.” Hooch said as she pulled her wand
out a summoned a large case from under one of the stands. The large brown case
with Hogwarts’ signet on it lowered next to Hooch, and she kicked it with a
light tap with her foot. It opened and Harry saw three large balls, one of them
light brown with two indentations on opposite sides, while the other two were
smaller, and perfectly round, but they were wiggling under the straps that held
them. After talking to Wood during dinner the previous night, Harry knew that
the first ball was called a Quaffle, and the two moving balls were known as
Bludgers. Harry also knew that there was another ball that Wood told him about,
and according to him, it was what Harry was solely responsible for during all
Quidditch games. Called the Golden Snitch, it was described to be wicked small
and damn impossible to see, and it was Harry’s job to catch it before the other
team’s Seeker. Whoever caught the Snitch would end the game and award their
team 150 points, most likely winning the game for their team. Even after Wood
described what the Snitch looked like, Harry felt like he had the easiest job
on the team. However, he had yet to actually see the Snitch.
“Good morning, Madam Hooch.” Wood said as he pulled his wand out from his
holster and pointed it at the Quidditch broom closet. “Accio Gryffindor team
brooms.” Wood said and the closet door swung open and seven old looking brooms
floated out towards them. Almost instantly after Harry saw this, he heard both
Fred and George groan loudly and saw Wood turn to face his team members. “Now
team, since you’re up to see Harry train, I think it’s only fair that Harry
should see how we train. So, everyone grab a broom and prepare to fly in a
standard formation. That’s includes you too, Potter. Don’t worry though, just
stay on my left side and follow closely what I do.”
Still groaning, Fred and George picked up their brooms and lined up on the
right side of Wood, while the three female Chasers were very cheerful as they
pick up theirs and lined up in formation, Katie standing next to the Weasleys
while Angelina and Alicia stood next to Harry. Harry and Wood had already had
their brooms when the others lined themselves up, and Harry followed the
others’ movements as they mounted their brooms and took off into the air. Soon
after, Harry quickly found out why the Weasley twins groaned.
At first, flying with the team was relatively easy, as Harry realized that they
were in a classic bird-of-prey formation, or a standard ‘V’ as some might call
it. Wood led them around the Quidditch Pitch flying both high and low, and
making turns very slowly. However, Harry realized that was to make sure that he
could keep it. All of a sudden, Wood had the team make several series of sharp
turns, making sure that everyone stayed in formation, which fortunately,
everyone did. Wood threw every flying tactic there was, which included scraping
the ground without touching it, loop-de-loops, and even flying upside down.
When they finally touched back down, Harry was nearly out-of-breath. However,
Wood wasn’t done with Harry yet.
“Not bad, Potter.” Wood said as he nodded satisfactory. “I can see why
Professor McGonagall is impressed with your flying. However, you’re going to
need your own broom. These alone are just training and practice. You can use
them in a game in a pinch, but they’re not very practical when our competitors
have a better class of brooms. For you, I think the new Nimbus Two-Thousand
might suit you best. If you like, I’ll talk to Professor McGonagall to see if
she can help.”
“Thanks, Wood.” Harry said, still trying to catch his breath. “Is that all you
need from me?”
“Oh, I’m not done with you yet, Potter.” Wood said to him and looked over to
Madam Hooch. Hooch bent into the case and opened up a tiny compartment, pulling
out a small golden orb with very distinct markings all over it. After she
walked the Snitch over to Wood, he finally had to ask: “What are you doing
here, Madam Hooch? Quidditch team Captains usually conduct trainings and
practices without supervision.”
“True, Wood.” Hooch said to him as she handed him the Snitch. “However, since
you have a first-year on your team now, and since I never got a chance to see
Potter’s skill yesterday, I decided to watch this training session to make sure
Potter knows what to do during a game, and to make sure you don’t overdo it
with him.”
Wood nodded his understanding, and turned back to Harry showing him the Snitch.
“Now, as soon as I release this, you need to fly up and catch it.” Wood told
him, indicating to Harry should mount his broom again. “Be careful though, as
it’s faster than your broom so you’ll have to maneuver around the Pitch to
catch it. You don’t need to worry about losing it, as it can only fly within
the Pitch itself. Are you ready?”
Harry nodded and Wood tossed it high into the air and the Snitch revealed its
two tiny wings and flew fast away from the ground. Harry pushed hard off of the
ground and went after it, but as Wood said, the Snitch was incredibly faster
than Harry’s broom. Harry was still able to keep his eyes locked on the tiny
golden ball and watched its movements closely. Within moments, Harry
anticipated that the Snitch would try to fly through one of the hoops on the
far side of the Pitch. So, Harry flew straight for them and a moment later, he
had the Snitch in his hand and was flying back down to Wood and Hooch. The
entire Gryffindor team crowded around Harry as soon as he landed and they
cheered him for his success, Wood and Hooch included.
“Excellent flying, Potter.” Wood finally said after the cheering died down.
Then he decided to address the entire team. “Alright, team. That’s all for
today. However, don’t forget that our first official training takes place a
month from now, and after that is our first practice as a team. Also, I’m
afraid that our first match will be against Slytherin again this year, but now
that we have Potter as our new Seeker, those cheaters don’t have a chance.”
There was a collective groan as the Gryffindor team found out that they were
facing Slytherin again as their first match. However, they cheered again after
hearing Harry’s name. Harry had to wonder if the Slytherin Quidditch team were
cheaters, why were they still playing. However, as the Gryffindors left, Harry
started following, but Hooch had stopped him.
“Hold on, Potter.” She called out and Harry turned to face her. She then turned
to Wood who was busy gathering the brooms together so he could put them away.
“Wood, I’ll take care of this. You can go and enjoy the rest of your day.
Besides, I need to have a few words with your new Seeker.”
Wood nodded and left with his team while Harry stood where Hooch had stopped
him. Glancing over to his mother, who couldn’t be seen or heard by anyone but
Harry since they were outside of the castle, Harry wondered what Hooch’s true
motives were. Harry was also wondering if he was going to try and resist it, as
right at that moment, his penis began swelling up again.
Lily herself looked at Hooch and wondered the exact same thing. However, she
also wondered if she wanted to stop it before it might happen. As much as she
was disgusted at the actions of McGonagall yesterday, she couldn’t deny that
she was turned on by what she had witnessed. Also, she wondered about the
consequences if she did try, like Harry becoming so embarrassed that he might
not want to talk to her for a long time. However, just because McGonagall took
advantage of her son didn’t mean that Hooch was going to.
“Harry, would you mind picking these brooms up and taking them to the broom
closet?” Hooch smiled after placing the Snitch back into its compartment and
closing the case. After taking her wand and using it to levitate the case in
the air, she looked back at him. “I know that you don’t know this spell yet,
but I’m quite sure that a little manual labor won’t kill you. I’ll be over
there in a few moments to help you after I store this away in its proper
place.”
Harry nodded and breathed a sigh of relief as he began picking up the brooms
and began carrying them to the broom closet. He carried four brooms over to the
closet first, then went back for the other three. As he did, he noticed that
Madam Hooch was underneath one of the Quidditch stands watching him intently.
He also noticed that she was waving her wand around her body in the same manner
McGonagall did the day before. Picking up the last three brooms, Harry kept his
eyes locked on her as he made his way back over to the closet. Within moments,
Hooch revealed herself as she looked in her late twenties, with short jet-black
hair, bright green eyes, a very toned figure, and from what Harry could only
guess from where he stood, D cup size breasts. Harry was simply stunned at the
fact that both McGonagall and Hooch looked so young and beautiful for under
their glamours, they looked like their actual ages.
Harry took his eyes off of Hooch and opened the door to the broom closet. As
soon as he did, Harry was pushed immediately inside of heard the door closed
tightly behind him. Harry turned around and was fiercely pulled into a
passionate kiss by Hooch. Harry’s penis instantly got hard again as Hooch
forced his mouth open slightly so she could slide her tongue inside. Harry felt
her tongue play around the insides of his mouth and he felt the urge to do the
same. Harry’s tongue entwined with Hooch’s and Hooch moaned into the kiss. As
she moaned, she showed even more forcefulness as she placed her hand on Harry’s
crotch and began rubbing his dick through his pants, which caused Harry to moan
into the kiss. At that moment, Harry saw his mother Lily standing just behind
Hooch breathing heavily and touching herself in a manner that Harry had never
seen before. Harry wanted to ask her what was going on with her, but Hooch had
his mouth’s attention.
After a few more moments, Hooch broke off the kiss and breathlessly panted
close to Harry’s face. Harry breathlessly looked into the eyes of the
attractive witch and another moment later he felt Hooch’s hands undoing the
button on his trousers. Harry’s eyes stared at Hooch in complete shock as she
smiled sweetly and pulled down his pants. Harry couldn’t help but to sigh as he
felt the breeze touch his engorged member and groaned the instant that Hooch
grabbed it and slowly started to jerk him off.
“You know, Harry, there is something very different about you.” Hooch said to
him, glancing down to see his pulsing dick. “I don’t know what it is, but ever
since I first saw you during the Sorting, I’ve been feeling incredibly aroused
and horny towards you. I must admit that I haven’t this way towards anyone in a
very long time, not since I was a student here. I’m almost ashamed to admit
this, but I masturbated that first night just thinking about you, and every
night since. Harry, I know that it isn’t right, but I needed to something or I
felt like I would have gone crazy.”
‘Is that’s what happening to me?’ Lily stopped masturbating and thought about
what Hooch had told Harry. ‘No, I saw Harry get his wand and I didn’t feel
anything like what I’m feeling now when he got it. Could it be when we got to
Hogwarts? No, the only thing that changed was the fact that everyone could see
me as long as Harry and I stayed inside the castle. The wand may be affecting
the witches here, but the only way it would be affecting me was through our
bond. Wait, could that be it? Could I be feeling aroused because Harry does?
What kind of bond could cause this to happen?’
As Lily was wondering this, Hooch had undone her blouse and revealed her large
breasts. She then got onto her knees and positioned her tits in front Harry’s
pulsing dick. She began jerking his cock faster as Harry moaned loudly within
the closet they were in. Lily became mesmerized by the very sight of Hooch
giving Harry a hand job, and slowly began masturbating again. Within moments of
this, Harry placed his hands on Hooch’s shoulders and emitted a guttural growl.
After that, several streams of white fluid shot out of Harry’s dick on landed
on Hooch’s breasts. Hooch jerked him off harder as stream after stream of
Harry’s sperm found their way to her large breasts and even managed to nail her
face a couple of times. Hooch moaned heavily as she felt each and every stream
of Harry’s cum touch the naked parts of her body. As the last streams of
Harry’s juice hit Hooch’s breasts, she released Harry’s cock and fell to the
ground and screamed out a moan that would have shattered the walls around them.
Harry himself fell down to his knees and panting heavily, and while he did, he
noticed that one of Hooch’s hand was under her long skirt and a steady stream
of fluid coming out from where her hand was. Trying to compose himself, he
glanced over to his mother who was also on her knees panting and moaning
heavily. Harry also noticed that one of her hands was in between her legs
hidden beneath her ghostly clothing. Harry was shock and surprised to see his
mother in that position, yet he couldn’t deny how turned on he was by seeing
her like this. Harry slowly placed his hand around his cock and began stroking
his still hard member. Lily was just getting her composer back as she saw her
son jerking himself off while looking at her. Lily was still breathing heavily,
but was completely surprised by her son’s action. At that moment, she was
wondering what might happen next if she allowed this to continue.
“Harry, you can stop.” Hooch said still breathlessly after finally composing
herself. Harry snapped out of his haze and released his dick, as Lily did the
same by removing her hand from her crotch. They both stared at Hooch as she
stood back up and buttoned up her blouse with Harry’s cum still on her breasts.
After a moment, Hooch grabbed her wand and used it to magically evaporate
Harry’s cum from her body and placed her glamour back on. When she was done,
she looked back at Harry and smiled. “Thank you, Harry. I haven’t felt an
orgasm like that in a long time. And it seems like you enjoyed it as well. It’s
only natural, after all. You are a healthy young boy, and with a cock like
that, you’re going to have every witch pining after you. I mean more than they
already are, Harry.”
Harry had already stood back up and buttoned up his trousers when Hooch made
that last statement. “Wait a minute. You know what’s happening to these girls?”
“Of course not, Harry.” Hooch answered, smiling sweetly at him again. “However,
I would have to be blind to notice that every female student, as well as some
of the teachers, are inexplicitly drawn to you. Even people like me and
Professor McGonagall have not been able to stop thinking about you. Harry, it’s
entirely up to you, but I think you should talk to Professor Dumbledore about
this.”
“No, Madam Hooch.” Harry frowned once again at hearing the headmaster
mentioned. “Right now, he is not the one I would trust with this information.
Unless this matter becomes an immediate danger to the school, or the students
within it, then I will go to him for help. I can only ask right now, Madam
Hooch, that you do not reveal this information to Dumbledore or Professor Snape
unless it becomes absolutely necessary. Until then, I have a friend outside of
the school who may be of help, so I would like to contact him at the earliest
convenience. Also, I need to talk to Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey
about this as well, so can you please keep this between us until I discover
what’s been going on with me?”
Both Hooch and Lily became shocked at hearing Harry’s sound logic on the
matter. They knew that Harry was incredibly smart, but for him to use logic in
this matter was something entirely new to them. After a moment longer of
silence, Hooch responded. “Alright, Harry. I really had no intention of telling
anyone else, though. The choice belongs entirely to you if you wish to tell.
However, I would ask you to keep what happened in here a secret as well, as I
love teaching here and watching you young kids learn Quidditch.”
“I understand, Madam Hooch.” Harry smiled finally and motioned himself to
leave. Before he left, though, Hooch kissed him one last time and opened the
door for him to leave.
Harry left the Quidditch Pitch and walked back to the castle with Lily
following closely behind. Harry was walking with an almost strut to his step
when Lily moved in front of him.
“Harry, I’m sorry that you saw me like that.” Lily said to him, clearly ashamed
at having him see her in that position. “I don’t know what’s happening to me,
but I’ve been getting aroused any time someone has taken advantage of you. I’m
afraid that includes what happened with McGonagall yesterday.”
“You know about that?” Harry asked. After Lily nodded, Harry began walking
again, and asked her while she followed. “What do you think I should do, Mum?
You know I won’t go to Dumbledore with this, and I don’t want to go to anyone
else here, with the exception of Professor McGonagall. The only option I can
think of is to talk to Mr. Prendergast about this.”
“You’re not mad at me?” Lily inquired as she gasped at how calm her son was
with this whole situation.
“No, of course not.” Harry responded, smiling at her to reassure her. “Mum, if
anyone’s to blame, it’s me. I think the only way you could be aroused is
because of the bond we share. After all, we don’t know what kind of bond we
have, and according to Mr. Prendergast, he can’t reveal that information until
I turn 13.”
Lily smiled at this new sense of maturity that Harry was showing. However, at
that moment, Neville came running out from the castle holding a stack of papers
and headed straight for Harry.
 “Harry, you need to see this!” Neville exclaimed as he practically shoved the
stack of papers into Harry’s hands. “Mr. Prendergast is on the front page!”
Harry looked at what he now recognized as The Daily Prophet and saw a moving
picture of several goblins around an open and empty vault. Floating in and out
of the right side of the picture was Thaddeus looking very serious at one of
the goblins. Surprised at seeing him in the picture, Harry read the article.
Break-In at Gringotts
By Samuel Knight
Believed to be the work of dark witches or wizards currently unknown, a vault
inside the Gringotts Wizard Bank in London was found opened the morning of
August 1. The goblins have acknowledged that a breach in their security did
occur the previous night, but they have insisted that nothing was stolen. The
vault in question, 713, had in fact been emptied out earlier in the same day
that the breach occurred. One of the current owners, a Mr. Thaddeus
Prendergast, visited the vault during this interview, but has refused to
comment on what was inside.
Harry looked back at Neville with a bewildered look on his face. “713! That’s
the vault Hagrid and I visited that day we went to Diagon Alley. And if Hagrid
had access to the vault, it must mean that Dumbledore is also one of the owners
of that vault.” Harry exclaimed as the realization hit him. He then grabbed
Neville by the arm and pulled him towards a large hut on the outskirts of the
Forbidden Forest.
When they got there, Hagrid had just walked outside and saw Harry and Neville
walking towards him. Smiling, Hagrid waved the two boys over and took a seat on
a large bale of hay. As soon as Harry and Neville reached Hagrid, Harry showed
him the front page of the newspaper. “Hagrid, do you remember the vault that
Dumbledore had you visit? It was broken into the night after you removed
whatever it was inside of it.”
Hagrid looked closely at the newspaper and frowned slightly for a few seconds
before looking at both boys. “I’m sorry, boys, but I can’t talk about it.”
Hagrid told them frankly. “Professor Dumbledore trusted me with upmost
discretion, and I’m not about to let him down.”
“Hagrid, do you or Dumbledore know this man?” Harry asked, pointing to the
image of Thaddeus floating in and out of the picture.
“No, Harry. I’ve never seen him before.” Hagrid said simply. “Dumbledore might,
though, after all he’s a great man. He knows a lot of people around the world.”
“Hagrid, does the item that you took from there belong to Dumbledore?” Neville
decided to ask.
“Sorry, Neville, but I can’t say that.” Hagrid told him, still frowning. “All I
can say is that the item is in the castle safe and sound. After all, no one
knows how to get past Fluffy, except for me and Dumbledore.” A moment of
silence later, Hagrid said: “I shouldn’t have told you that.”
Harry and Neville looked at each other before looking back at Hagrid. “Who’s
Fluffy?” Neville asked.
“Sorry, boys, but I can’t tell you anything more.” Hagrid answered, pulling out
a wooded flute from his large coat. “Top secret, that is.”
With that, Hagrid began playing a tune on the flute and it became clear to the
boys that they weren’t going to get anything more from him. Harry and Neville
walked back towards the castle, unsatisfied with what they learned, or lack
thereof. Then a thought came to Harry and decided to share it with Neville.
“Hey, Neville. Do you remember our first night when Dumbledore mentioned the
third-floor corridor on the east side being out of bounds?” Harry asked him.
After Neville nodded, he continued: “I think that whatever was in that vault is
now hidden on the third-floor.”
“Harry, please don’t tell me that you’re thinking of going there just to find
out what it is?” Neville stopped him and asked, looking dead into his god-
brother’s eyes.
“Relax, Neville.” Harry told him, placing a calming hand on Neville’s shoulder.
“I’m not planning on doing anything that foolish. Besides, Mr. Prendergast most
likely knows what it is since the vault belongs to him. I ask him about it when
I write to him later today. Till then, let’s go see Professor McGonagall and
ask her about why your broom was bewitched.”
Neville smiled at his god-brother and continued walking towards the castle.
Harry walked with him, half-smiling and thinking how he broach the subject of
what’s been going on with her and Hooch.
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Halloween Night-Great Hall
Harry, Neville, Dean, and Seamus were talking amongst themselves, ignoring Ron
purposely as he had made the mistake of pissing Harry off. While Hermione
usually joined them at the table, usually eating while either studying or doing
extra credit homework, tonight she was nowhere to be found. The reason for this
was during Charms class when Hermione outshone Ron with the levitation spell:
Windgardium Leviosa. Harry himself had already mastered the spell on his first
attempt, followed by a little while after by Hermione. However, since Harry had
already mastered the spell, he was closely watching his fellow Gryffindors and
helped them when he could. Ron and Hermione, however, were on the other side of
the classroom so Harry couldn’t help Ron. Hermione tried to help Ron, though,
which for some reason Ron wasn’t receptive to it. It was then that Harry heard
Ron bellow out: “You do it then, if you are so clever!”
Following Professor Flitwick’s instruction, Hermione calming said the spell as
she swished and flicked her wand. After seeing her successfully complete the
spell, Ron turned his head away from everyone, clearly fuming at Hermione’s
success. Harry was slightly worried for Ron, that was of course until Seamus’
feather blew up right next to Harry. He heard both Neville and Dean chuckle at
that, for it was the first time Harry was stuck next to Seamus. After class,
Harry was actually chuckling with Neville, Dean, and Seamus as they walked back
to Gryffindor tower when Ron caught up to them.
“Did you hear her?” Ron exclaimed to them. “Hermione’s a bloody nightmare!
‘It’s Leviosa, not Leviosar.’ Really, she’s a menace! It’s no wonder she hasn’t
got any friends!”
Harry stopped dead in his tracks and turned towards Ron, angry that he had said
something like that. He was about to tell him off when Hermione ran passed them
with tears in her eyes. After she was out of sight, Harry grabbed Ron by his
collar and pulled him closer to his face.
“Listen, Ron. I’m her friend.” Harry told him in angrily. “If you want to have
a problem with her, you’re going to have a problem with me. If you don’t, then
I suggest you find Hermione and apologize right away!”
With that, he let go of him and Ron ran off after Hermione, clearly afraid to
get on Harry’s bad side. Ron had spent most of his time at Hogwarts telling
everyone that he was friends with the ‘Great Harry Potter’, which annoyed Harry
somewhat, but he decided to let it slide. It became clear to Harry that Ron was
somewhat of a fanboy, especially how after Harry became the new Seeker, Ron had
told the entire school and bragged that Harry would win the Quidditch Cup for
the Gryffindors this year. Again, this annoyed Harry, but seeing as Ron
couldn’t help himself, he let it go.
Dinner time came and as Harry joined his fellow classmates, he saw Ron eating,
or devouring the plate in front of him, but no Hermione. Harry decided to ask
Ron if he apologized to her yet, to which he nodded energetically with his
mouth full of food. Harry sat down across from him and a plate of food
magically appeared in front of him. Harry began eating, letting his anger of
Ron go at the moment. However, Neville, Dean, and Seamus entered the Great Hall
and walked straight towards Ron with angry looks on their faces. Once there,
Neville looked over at Harry and said to him: “Hemione’s in the girl’s bathroom
crying. Parvati said she’s been in there ever she heard what Ron said.”
At that moment, Harry was about to jump up from his seat and grab Ron again by
his collar. However, a frightened Professor Quirrell bolted in to the Great
Hall and shouted: “Troll! Troll in the dungeon! Thought you ought to know.”
The entire student populous screamed loudly and panicked, with the exception of
Harry. Harry could feel a slight bit of fear at the fact that a troll had
gotten in to the school, but he couldn’t help but feel that this was only a
distraction for someone, or something. Dumbledore shouted and calmed the entire
hall down, and told every student to go back to their dorms while the teachers
deal with the dungeons.
Harry let go of his anger at Ron for the time being and looked at Neville. “Did
Parvati say which bathroom Hermione’s in?”
“Yeah, follow me.” Neville replied and led Harry out of the Great Hall. Lily
saw Harry and Neville separate themselves away from the group after they exited
the Hall and headed in another direction. Lily immediately floated in front of
them and said: “Just where do you two think you’re going? There’s a troll in
the school. You both should be on your way to Gryffindor tower.”
“We need to go get Hermione, Mum.” Harry told her. “Somebody’s got to warn her
about the troll.”
After a moment, Lily moved out of the boys’ path. “Alright, but after we find
her, we need to head back to the tower right away.”
With that, Neville continued leading Harry to the girl’s bathroom where
Hermione was. All three of them moved as fast as they could until they heard a
deafening scream from several feet away. Recognizing that the scream was
Hermione’s, Harry broke into a fast run towards the direction the scream came
from.
When Harry, Neville, and Lily found Hermione, she was hiding underneath one of
the sinks directly next to a near fifteen-foot tall troll holding a giant size
club that was bigger than both Harry and Neville combined. The troll looked
around the bathroom and swung his club around smashing everything in its path.
As it did, it growled and slowly turned around to face the boys who had their
wands drawn and ready to fight. However, Lily had another idea.
“Harry, Neville, I’ll distract it while you two pull Hermione to safety.” Lily
explained to them. “When she’s free, all of you get back to the tower. Do not
engage the troll!”
Both Harry and Neville nodded and put away their wands as Lily grabbed several
pieces of broken wood and threw it at the troll’s face. The troll slowly turned
and faced Lily as she picked up more debris and threw it into its face. As the
troll growled in anger and swung his club in Lily’s direction, smashing it into
the wall, both Harry and Neville crawled under the bathroom sinks and tried to
reach a frightened Hermione. After seeing that the troll was distracted by
Lily, Hermione slowly crawled over to Harry and Neville, both boys motioning
her to take it slowly, as to not to get the troll’s attention. Hermione managed
to reach the boys, but as they slowly made their way back under the sinks, Lily
screamed out in pain. Harry looked and saw his mother lying on the floor
against the wall where a big hole was. Somehow, the club in the troll’s big
thick hand was able to hurt Lily even though she was a ghost. Harry couldn’t
understand what just happened, nor did he care at that moment. Harry stepped
out from under the sinks and faced the large grey monster, the rage inside of
him boiling over much like it first did when he caused the earthquake all of
those years ago. However, Harry had a much better control over his magic this
time, and he closed his eyes and took a deep breath,
“Neville, get Hermione out of here now!” Harry yelled as the troll turned to
face him, swinging his club slowly. Neville grabbed Hermione by her hand and
quickly led her out of the girl’s bathroom, and as soon as Harry knew that they
had left, Harry opened his eyes and looked at the troll with intense hatred. At
that moment, the entire bathroom began shaking uncontrollably and Harry let a
small smile show on his face. The troll growled loudly as his entire body was
shaking with the small quake that Harry was generating. Clearly angry that this
was happening, the troll swung his club straight at Harry, who simply stood his
ground, not even budging as the large, thick weapon was hurtling towards him.
Right before the club was going to hit him though, Harry summoned a stalagmite
from the earth below as it shattered the bathroom floor and crashed right into
the troll’s club. The moment that happened, Harry placed his hand on the
stalagmite, and right in front of the troll, he transformed the rock formation
into a restraint on the troll’s arm. After that, Harry summoned another
stalagmite from the ground and shot it straight for the troll’s other arm. The
troll growled in pain as the stalagmite impaled it in its hand and Harry
transformed that one into a restraint as well. Now being held in place, Harry
smiled wider and took one step back, saying to the giant troll: “Don’t fuck
with my mother!”
With that, Harry summoned two more stalagmites, one more from directly between
him and the troll and the other from the wall where Lily had been slammed into.
Lily herself had rose back to her feet and silently watched her son as he
summoned the stalagmites. However, she uttered a small gasp as she witnessed
what her son did next. Harry placed his hands on the first stalagmite and with
murderous intent in his eyes, caused the stalagmite to break off from the
ground and shot it into the troll’s chest like a bullet. The troll groaned in
pain and in shock as the brownish earth infused into the troll’s flesh and the
troll fell down onto its knees. When that happened, Harry simply glanced at the
stalagmite from the wall and mentally commanded it to take the troll’s head
off. The stalagmite broke off from the wall and flew straight at the troll’s
head, instantly beheading the monster as greyish blood sprayed from the open
hole where its head once was. The blood sprayed everywhere around the bathroom,
with Harry being nearly bathed in it as the troll’s body fell down in front of
him, with pools of its blood pouring out from it. Harry looked down at the dead
troll’s body, and then looked at its separated head now lying next to a toilet.
Harry had a strange urge to laugh at that moment, but as his attention was
turned to his mother, who had a shocked look on her face, Professors
McGonagall, Snape, and Quirrell ran into the bathroom with Hermione and Neville
directly behind them.
“Oh, my goodness!” McGonagall exclaimed as they all saw the decapitated remains
of the troll next to a blood-soaked Harry. “Explain yourself right now, Mr.
Potter!”
“I had no choice, Professor.” Harry responded, breathing heavily as his
adrenaline dropped down. “Somehow, the troll was able to hurt Mum, so I fought
the troll to stop it.”
Snape glanced over at Lily for a moment before glaring at the young wizard.
“Your mother is dead, Potter!” Snape snapped at him. “We may see her here, but
she is only a ghost! The dead cannot die again, so any pain she may have felt
is no excuse for murdering a helpless creature.”
“Helpless?!” Harry shouted right at the black-haired man. “How is a mountain
troll a helpless creature? It would have killed Hermione, Neville, and me just
for being near it. I know that trolls aren’t intelligent, pretty much brainless
in comparison to other creatures, but they’re not helpless in any way. Also, I
expect you to give my mother the respect she is due. Whether or not you believe
it, but my defeat of Lord Voldemort only happened because she sacrificed
herself to protect me from his magic.”
Snape immediately became red-faced at hearing Harry’s response, and was about
to respond to him, but McGonagall raised her hand in front of Snape to silence
him from speaking. “Very well said, Mr. Potter.” She said to him, smiling just
enough for Harry to see. “However, that does not tell us what you three are
doing out of your dormitory.”
Harry opened his mouth to speak, but at that moment, Hermione walked around the
teachers and faced McGonagall. “It’s my fault, Professor.” She told McGonagall,
keeping her head down to avoid eye contact. “I went after the troll. I read
about them and thought that I could handle it. If Harry, Neville, and Mrs.
Potter hadn’t come to my rescue, I’d probably be dead.”
“Be that as it may, Miss Granger.” McGonagall frowned at the young witch. “I
expected more from a bright witch such as yourself, and I am severely
disappointed with your serious lack of judgement. Five points will be taken
from Gryffindor.
“Mr. Longbottom.” McGonagall turned around to the boy, who was slightly
frightened about how McGonagall might react. “While both you and Mr. Potter did
disobey Professor Dumbledore when he ordered all students to go to their
dormitories, I must applaud you both for your loyalty to Miss Granger and the
courage to confront a fully-grown mountain troll. I hereby award five points
each to you and Mr. Potter for that and for the fact that you’re alive to tell
the tale, which is sheer dumb luck.”
Neville smiled at hearing this, but remained silent as McGonagall looked at
both Hermione and Neville. “Now, you two please return to your dormitory while
I escort Mr. Potter to the Hospital Wing. We need to check to see if he
succumbed to any injuries, after all.”
Neville and Hermione left shortly after, but not before Hermione turned to
Harry and gave him a big smile. McGonagall waited until Neville and Hermione
left before taking Harry by his hand and leading him out of the bathroom. Snape
left shortly after, glaring at Quirrell before he did. Quirrell, now left
alone, looked at the dead troll’s decapitated body before looking directly into
a mirror. With an intense frown, he said: “The boy is truly powerful, Albus.
More importantly, the distraction didn’t work. Snape met me just before I met
your first obstacle. It would be impractical to try now, since your errand boy
will be keeping a close eye on me from now on.”
After a moment, the image of Albus Dumbledore appeared through the mirror. “I
will take care of Severus after the holiday, Quirinus.” Dumbledore said to him
with a frown. “I have manipulated him for over a decade now, after all, so
don’t worry about him. As for Potter, he has shown me that he has a weakness
where his mother is concerned. So, this little failed distraction has given me
a bit of useful information about the boy. However, I think that it’s time to
see how strong his own survival instincts are. After all, what’s danger without
a little Quidditch.”
Dumbledore laughed loudly before telling Quirrell his plan, and afterward,
Quirrell smiled and laughed as well.
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A hour later-Hospital Wing
“Well, Harry, I’d say that you had quite the experience.” Madam Pomfrey stated
as she slowly undressed the boy wizard. Harry was standing behind a hospital
curtain as Pomfrey removed his stained clothes from his body. McGonagall and
Lily was fortunately on the other side of the curtain, so Harry slowly relaxed
somewhat as Pomfrey smiled wider every time she took off a piece of Harry’s
clothing. The blood from the troll that was all over Harry had been slowly
removed prior to Pomfrey taking off Harry’s clothes. She explained to Harry
that troll blood was incredibly tricky to remove, even magically. However,
after almost a full hour, Pomfrey had cleaned him off and insisted that she had
to remove his clothes to ensure that the blood from the troll had been
completely removed from Harry’s body. As Pomfrey removed Harry’s underwear, she
took a step back and shook her head. “Oh dear, I was afraid of this.”
Harry, slightly embarrassed about being completely naked in front of the witch,
looked at his body and saw that there was nothing out of the ordinary on his
body. No troll blood was on his body, just the normal scars that were caused by
his time with the Dursleys. So, he looked back up at Pomfrey and asked: “I’m
sorry, but what’s wrong?”
Pomfrey just smiled wider and looked past the curtain. “Minerva, you better
come and take a look at Harry. I’m afraid that you may be right about what
would happen.”
McGonagall walked past the curtain and looked directly at Harry’s crotch area.
This caused Lily to float over and see what was wrong with Harry, and saw the
same thing: Harry’s six-inch dick sticking out proudly at all three of them.
Harry followed their eyes toward what they were looking at, and finally
realized that his dick was hard and as soon as he did, he felt completely dizzy
and fell backwards. Pomfrey quickly caught him and sat him down on the bed
behind him. Then, placing a hand on his forehead, Pomfrey explained: “It’s
magical bloodlust. For a wizard as young as you are, Harry, for this to happen
is simply incredible. After a wizard or witch make their very first kill, they
can become so overwhelmed with lust that they are known to do whatever it takes
to get their release. Of course, this has only happened to adult witches and
wizards, as no one as young as you have intently killed anyone before, not even
Lord Voldemort. Afterwards, many of these witches and wizards either go back to
being normal, or they become so addicted to the feeling that they kill
mercilessly over and over. Now, with magical bloodlust, it can affect you
several times during your lifespan, or this might be the only occasion that you
will deal with this. However, in the case of the former, you need to be
prepared for what you need to do in case that come to pass.”
“What should I do?” Harry said, his eyes half-glazed over as McGonagall gently
laid him down on the bed. Lily herself knew what the answer was, and she was
getting less surprised by how turned on she was now getting. Harry himself was
feeling his penis throbbing now and his heart pounding throughout his entire
body. After another few moments, McGonagall leaned over Harry’s upper body in
her non-glamour form and kissed him, sliding her tongue into his mouth again.
While this was happening, Harry felt the expert hands of Madam Pomfrey grab his
member and begin to stroke it. As McGonagall broke off the kiss, Harry glanced
over at Pomfrey and saw her non-glamour form: appearance in her mid-thirties,
long light-brown hair, blue eyes, and what looked like perky B cup breasts.
Pomfrey stood up from her kneeling position and took McGonagall’s place as
McGonagall took Pomfrey’s place and began slowly stroking Harry’s erect dick.
It was then that Pomfrey finally answered him.
“Masturbation can ease it, but it will not dismiss it completely.” She told
him, smiling sweetly. “The only way to make the bloodlust go away for a
significant amount of time, perhaps forever, is with intense sexual activity.
Now, Minerva and I are esteemed people inside these walls, so we cannot service
you in such a manner…”
“Even though we must admit that we want to. Right Poppy?” McGonagall smiled at
her, licking her lips in the process.
Pomfrey smiled back at her and nodded almost energetically before turning back
to Harry and stroked his jet-black hair. “Yes, Harry, I must admit that I have
fantasied about you every night since you came to Hogwarts.” She said to him,
licking her lips as well. “I know that you’ve been wondering about this strange
attraction that every female here has for you, and Minerva and I have been
looking into it. However, the only explanation we have for what’s been
happening would be if you have Veela in your blood.”
Lily was getting turned on by watching what Pomfrey and McGonagall were doing
to her son, but stop herself from masturbating when Pomfrey mentioned the
Veela. Lily almost gasped in understanding a possible reason for every witch’s
attraction to her son. While she knew that Harry was in no way part Veela, as
every Potter that existed until Harry was known to be of Pureblood decent, it
was possible that Ollivander could have not noticed that there was a second
core in Harry’s wand. However, she knew that every witch and wizard was taught
to mentally protect themselves from a Veela’s allure, as she learned it herself
during her third year at Hogwarts. So, why would it affect McGonagall, Pomfrey,
and Hooch in such a lustful way?
“We know that cannot be, though, as your father was a Pureblood and your mother
was Muggleborn.” Pomfrey continued as McGonagall stood up and began undressing
herself. Pomfrey did the same, but continued talking to Harry. “So, we have no
answer to why we are deeply attracted to you in this way. All we will do is
help you right now, Harry, because if you don’t feel sexual release soon, you
might act rashly and search for someone not willing to oblige.”
Harry gasped out loud as he saw the naked figures of both McGonagall and
Pomfrey standing near him. Both women smiled a bit wider as McGonagall kneeled
back down next to Harry’s crotch and began to stroke his dick again. Pomfrey
leaned over to Harry’s face and passionately kissed him, pressing her pointed
breasts against his bare chest. His lust taking control of him, he grabbed the
back of Pomfrey’s head and pressed her deeper into him. Harry opened his mouth
and allowed Pomfrey to stick her tongue inside, and Harry’s tongue slid into
hers. Both McGonagall and Lily watched Harry do this, and they both began
masturbating heavily as Pomfrey wildly moaned into the kiss. Pomfrey grabbed
one of Harry’s hands and moved it to her breasts and Harry instinctively gave
it a squeeze, causing her to moan more. Harry felt McGonagall speed up the pace
with his dick in her hands as she panted and moaned just enough for Harry and
Lily to hear. Harry felt her hands grip his erection harder and he groaned at
the feeling of being jerked off. Pomfrey panted and moaned after she finally
broke off her kiss and Harry could tell that she was masturbating too. During
this time, Harry gave a quick glance over to Lily, who had floated behind
McGonagall at that moment, and saw his mother panting and moaning herself.
Harry felt the intensity of his lust and could no longer keep control of the
buildup. He groaned even louder and felt euphoria as he orgasmed all over
himself and McGonagall.
“Oh my goodness, Harry!” McGonagall nearly shouted as she felt the thick
streams of Harry’s sperm hit her body. Pomfrey went over to her and without a
moment of hesitation licked off a stream of it from her face. After McGonagall
released Harry’s hard dick from her hand, she impulsively locked lips with her
friend. Harry watched this and felt his lust boil over again, and began
masturbating himself. Lily had orgasmed shortly after, and seeing McGonagall
and Pomfrey kiss each other passionately, her own lust was in control as she
kept masturbating to the vision. McGonagall broke the kiss off and gave Harry a
lustful smile, saying: “This is only the beginning, Harry. After all, we need
to take care of this…” Looking at Harry’s erection lustfully. “Until you regain
control of it.”
Harry spent the entire night in the Hospital Wing with the two witches, and his
mother. And until Christmas, he had never had a better night.
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***** Chapter 10: The Stone of Flamel Part 6: Christmas at Hogwarts and
Longbottom Manor *****
Chapter Summary
     Harry/McGonagall, Harry/Padma/Parvati/OC
The Corruption of Lily Potter
Chapter 10
The Stone of Flamel: Part 6
(Christmas at Hogwarts and Longbottom Manor)
Warning: Smut/Lemon, Underage sex, Threesome/Foursome
The Next Morning-Great Hall
The doors of the Great Hall opened and Harry walked in with a big smile on his
face and holding his new broom, the Nimbus Two-Thousand, and joined Neville and
Hermione at the Gryffindor table. Neville and Hermione turned to see Harry sit
down in between them and place his broom on the table in front of them. They
both showed concern on their faces about where Harry was, but seeing him enter
the Great Hall with his new broom, they both smiled back at him. However, Lily,
who had followed him into the Great Hall, was greatly conflicted at what
happened the night before. Not that she didn’t enjoy herself, though, as she
orgasmed multiple times just from watching McGonagall and Pomfrey had their way
with Harry. However, she was still his mother, and a part of her believed that
what was happening was wrong. Still, she remained silent as Harry started
conversing with Neville and Hermione.
“Morning Neville. Morning Hermione.” Harry said simply as a plate of bacon,
eggs, and toast appeared in front of him next to a glass of orange juice. He
quickly grabbed a fork and dug right in, with Neville staring at Harry’s new
broom, and Hermione staring at Harry. After Harry swallowed his first bite of
eggs, he turned to Hermione and asked: “Are you alright, Hermione? I know you
had a bad time yesterday, with Ron and with the troll.”
“I’m alright.” She replied, sounding grateful for Harry’s concern. “I dealt
with Ron last night after we got back to the tower. I actually punched him in
his face.”
“Did she ever!” Neville said, still eyeing Harry’s broom. “Gave him a black
eye, she did. Even after all of that, Ron apologized to her, saying that it was
his fault that she was in the bathroom when the troll got in.”
“Wow.” Harry responded, shocked to hear that Ron had apologized, even after Ron
had lied to Harry about it last night at dinner. “Did you forgive him,
Hermione?”
“Haven’t decided yet.” Hermione answered, giving him sort of an evil smile.
Harry laughed with thoughts of what Hermione would make Ron do to earn her
forgiveness. At that moment, Harry turned to Neville and saw him gawking at his
broom.
“Wicked broom, Harry.” Neville finally was able to say. “When did Professor
McGonagall give it to you?”
“Just before I got here.” Harry answered as he took a gulp of his orange juice.
“Madam Hooch wanted me to stay the night in the Hospital to clean off all of
the troll blood that was on my body. After I woke up, Professor McGonagall was
there and she handed me my new broom. I really can’t wait to try it on the
Quidditch Pitch!”
“Is that so, Potter?” A voice boomed behind the three young students. They
looked behind them and saw the tall, black-haired Potions Professor stood
directly behind them. “Well, after you defeated a troll last night, I guess a
game of Quidditch should be easy for you. Even if it is against Slytherin.”
Harry watched Snape walk away, but not before Lily stood in front of him. Lily
tried to say something to her former friend, but Snape walked right through her
without a moments pause. While Harry was angry at how Snape was treating his
mother, he couldn’t help but to notice that the man had a bad limp as he
walked. As a matter of fact, Harry remembered that Snape was limping as he
exited the girl’s bathroom last night. He began wondering about what could have
made that man limp all of a sudden.
“Did you see that?” Harry asked both Neville and Hermione. They both looked at
Harry confused at what he asked, but they turned their attention to Snape and
his limp, and instantly understood what Harry asked.
“Yes, I saw some kind of bite mark on Professor Snape’s leg.” Hermione told
him. “The bottom section of his robe had a large tear in it last night, and I
saw it clear as day. Snape tried to cover it up, though, like he was
embarrassed that it happened.”
Both Harry and Neville looked at each other as a sudden realization occurred to
them. “Do you think, Harry?”
“Yeah, Neville. It was Fluffy.”
“Who’s Fluffy?” Hermione looked at her friends.
“One of Hagrid’s pets,” Neville answered. “He told us that he lent it to
Dumbledore to guard something. We don’t know what it is, but we know that it’s
hidden on the third-floor corridor.”
“Really?” Hermione asked, clearly intrigued by what she just learned. “How did
you two find out?”
Harry had opened his mouth to tell her, but at that moment, Hedwig flew down
from the windows above and landed on the table in front of Harry holding a
letter in her beak. Harry gently took the letter and fed Hedwig a piece of
bacon for her troubles. Nibbling on it, Hedwig chirped happily and flew out of
the Great Hall. Harry frowned a bit as he read who sent the letter.
“Who’s it from, Harry?” Neville asked. Harry silently showed him the address
label and Neville silently nodded as he recognized Thaddeus’ name on it. They
both looked at each other silently, as they hadn’t heard anything from Thaddeus
since before they left for Hogwarts. Since Harry sent his letter describing
everything that had happened during the first week, including Neville’s control
over air and the females’ attraction towards Harry, they haven’t heard anything
from him in all that time. Harry was slightly angry at this, but both he and
Neville were told that Thaddeus could not risk sending any information to them
unless the need was dire. However, after their first week there, with someone
trying to hurt Neville, and with McGonagall, Hooch, and now Pomfrey committing
sexual acts to Harry, they both felt that Thaddeus needed to contact them
sooner rather than later. Harry opened the envelope, and pulled out a thin
piece of parchment. Opening it, Harry saw that Thaddeus had written to both
Harry and Neville. So, placing the letter between them, they both read the
letter.
To Harry Potter & Neville Longbottom,
Allow me to apologize for not responding to your letter earlier, Harry.
However, as you know, doing so meant that there was a chance that Dumbledore
might find out my ties to the Flamel family. Unfortunately, I fear that is no
longer the case as you both saw the picture in the Daily Prophet. Let me assure
you that when I went to Gringotts that day, I was not expecting to be ambushed
by reporters. I tried to avoid my picture being taken, and afterwards I used
whatever influence and goodwill I had just to get them to postpone the article.
However, I suspect that Dumbledore actually staged the break-in that day, and
used his power within the Gringotts and the Prophet to lure me out. To what
end, I don’t know. Hopefully, Dumbledore will reveal something soon.
Now as for you, Neville. Allow me to say that I’m pleased that you discovered
your primary core magic. I don’t like the fact that you both suspect that
Neville’s broom had been bewitched and then destroyed after the event happened.
I believe that you are right in the belief that somebody wanted to hurt
Neville. To what end, I cannot say at this moment. Until then, Neville, I would
like you to begin meditating as soon as possible to enhance your mental
defenses. Harry, please help him as much as you can, even though you have your
own problems right now.
Lastly Harry, I have a deep suspicion as to what been happening to you.
However, the only way I can be sure if I see you in person. If I am correct,
Hedwig will deliver this letter the morning of your first Quidditch match. I
need both of you to meet me and Lady Augusta Longbottom underneath the
Gryffindor Quidditch stands next to your team meeting room as soon as you both
finish reading this. I suggest that you both come alone, but if not possible,
please bring someone you can both trust.
Sincerely,
Thaddeus Matthew Prendergast
Both Harry and Neville looked at each other and nodded. Then they looked over
to Hermione and Harry asked: “Hermione, we’re meeting a friend at the Quidditch
Pitch. Would you like to come with us?”
Hermione beamed at them and nodded. The three of them got up from the table and
began leaving to the Quidditch Pitch. Before they left, they noticed that
Parvati and Padme Patil sitting at the Ravenclaw table, hugging each other with
tears in their eyes. Concerned with why, they walked over to them and Hermione
asked: “What’s wrong?”
Parvati looked up at the three of them and weakly smiled. “Our grandfather
passed away.” She told them, holding a crumbled-up note in her hand. “Padme
received a letter from our father notifying us early this morning.”
“We’re sorry to hear that, Parvati.” Harry said, placing a hand on Parvati
shoulders. Then, he glanced down at Padme and asked: “Will you two be alright?”
Both girls let go of each other and instantly stood up to hug Harry. Harry
gasped for air as he felt their arms wrap around him tightly. Both girls cried
into Harry’s shoulders and Harry tried to gently pull them away from him.
However, he soon realized that was impossible until they wanted to let go of
him.
“Harry, you’re so sweet. Thank you for your concern.” Padme said as they
finally let him go. “To tell the truth, we didn’t know him that well. Our
mother refused him to let him visit about five years ago.”
“True. Mother never told us why, but we do know it involved some kind of debt
he owed.” Parvati explained. “We don’t know what it was, or who he owed it to,
but we know it was big enough to concern the Gringotts goblins.”
“How do you know about this if your mother never told you?” Neville asked them,
still concerned with hearing that their grandfather died.
“A goblin visited our home last year.” Padme said to them. “Father escorted him
into his office along with Mother. He did shut the door but the walls of our
home are practically hollow. We overheard everything.”
“The goblins name was Balrog, and he informed our parents that our grandfather
had taken ill and was placed in the care at St. Mungo’s.” Parvati continued.
“He also informed them that Father and Mother were responsible for his debt,
and unless substantial part of the debt has been paid off by the time of our
grandfather’s death, then the goblins of Gringotts would be forced to take
drastic measures.”
“What drastic measures?” Hermione inquired, clearly shocked at hearing such a
thing.
“We don’t know,” Padme answered. “We just know that we haven’t paid it.”
“How come?” Harry had to ask.
“Father and Mother had to deal with the medical bills from St. Mungo’s.”
Parvati told him. “Grandfather was very sick, but no one knew what was wrong
with him.”
Harry found that interesting, and Lily did also. She had remained completely
silent since her encounter with Snape, as she was more than angry at her former
friend’s reaction to her. However, she was very curious at this conversation,
even though she was still interested in the meeting that Harry and Neville had
with Thaddeus under the Quidditch stands. She knew that Thaddeus might be upset
with Harry and Neville being late, but knew he would understand.
“Listen, we have to go,” Harry said to them. “But if you like, you can come
with us. You just have to promise not to say anything, ok?”
The both nodded, and Harry left the Great Hall with Neville, Hermione and the
Patil twins following. After they exited the castle, Neville whispered to
Harry: “Harry, I don’t think Mr. Prendergast wanted us to bring this many
people.”
“Relax, Neville.” Harry whispered back. “I’ll talk to him before I introduce
him to Hermione, Parvati, and Padme. He should be fine with it.”
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Quidditch Pitch
“Well, Harry and Neville, I guess better late than never.” Thaddeus smiled as
Harry and Neville walked into the secluded spot underneath the Gryffindor
stands. Both Harry and Neville shook Thaddeus’ hand before each of them hugged
Augusta who smiled at seeing the boys again. After Thaddeus shook their hands,
he looked at Lily and nodded to her. “I’m sorry, Lily, but as of yet, I have no
information regarding your body. According to James, Peter Pettigrew took it
from where you were killed and hid it somewhere. I’ve been spending the better
part of these last few years searching for this worm, but I’ve had no luck.”
“According to Dumbledore, Pettigrew is dead.” Lily responded to him. “Our
friend, Sirius Black, is being held in Azkaban for murdering him.”
“Yeah, I managed to find that out through Madam Amelia Bones.” Thaddeus told
her. “However, I really don’t think he’s dead.”
This immediately caught Harry’s attention as he looked at Thaddeus and asked:
“What do you mean, Mr. Prendergast?”
“This might be hard for you to understand, Harry.” Thaddeus began to explain.
“I believe that your mother’s body is being held in some sort of magical
stasis. A specific type designed to keep a person’s body alive for a given
length of time. Now, if Pettigrew created this stasis around your mother’s
body, he would have to continuing put magic into it every so often to keep it
stable. Otherwise, the stasis would collapse and your mother’s body would begin
to truly die. That is why I need to find Pettigrew, not just to have him reveal
the location of your mother’s body, but to keep putting magic into his stasis
until I figure out how to undo what was done to her.”
Harry nodded uncertainly, but asked: “Why can’t you put Mum’s body into stasis
after Pettigrew’s magic on it vanishes?”
“Because the time involved to place her into another stasis would simply be too
great of a risk to her body.” He told Harry. “I can’t risk doing that since I
don’t know what type of stasis Pettigrew has on your mother’s body.”
Harry nodded again, this time more understanding of Thaddeus’ explanation.
Changing the subject, Harry then asked: “We brought three friends here with us.
Can they come in?”
Both Thaddeus and Augusta nodded and Harry opened the curtain the let Hermione,
Parvati, and Padme in. After Harry and Neville introduced them to Thaddeus and
Augusta, Thaddeus looked to Harry and asked: “Are they aware of what’s been
happening to them?”
“I don’t think so?” Harry answered as the three young witches suddenly looked
confused at both Harry and Thaddeus. “But I think that they should know what’s
been going on with them and me.”
Thaddeus gave a deep sigh and looked to Augusta. “Lady Longbottom, do you sense
his allure?”
Augusta nodded and said: “Yes, and it’s very powerful. I’m just glad that I
protected myself from this attraction, or I would be compelled to attack him,
so-to-speak.”
The three girls looked at both adults, confused by what they were talking
about. However, Thaddeus looked directly at Harry and asked point-blank: “May I
see your wand, Harry?”
Harry nodded and pulled his wand out and held it out in front of Thaddeus.
Thaddeus, without touching it, closed his eyes and shuddered as he slowly moved
his hand just above the elm wand. After he did so, Thaddeus frowned intently
and looked dead into Harry’s eyes.
“I was actually afraid of this.” Thaddeus told them. “Harry, when you told me
about your wand last month, I was actually happy for you. However, when you
told me that the females here have been strangely attracted to you, I studied
up on the previous owner and found a disturbing fact: there’s a second core
inside your wand, and I believe that core interacted with your magical power
and caused the attraction towards you by the females here.”
“It’s Veela hair, isn’t it?” Lily asked him, a new serious look on her face.
Thaddeus nodded at her, but kept his eyes focused on Harry’s wand. “What
triggered this reaction?”
“Hogwarts. It the only thing I can think of that make sense.” Thaddeus
responded with everybody looking confused by what he said, so he explained:
“Your wand was not only owned by a powerful witch, she actually created it to
rival the most powerful wand in existence: The Elder Wand. To do so, she used a
feather from an extremely rare magical bird, a phoenix, and a hair from one of
her first servants, who happened to be a Veela. Now, Veelas are known
throughout the Wizarding world for their allure, their ability to attract
people of the opposite sex, and can use it as a weapon on us when the need is
dire. However, while the Veela of today are able to turn their allure on and
off when they have to, when this wand was created, they hadn’t learned that
ability yet. Back then, they were a completely submissive race, choosing
willingly to serve wizards and witches when they came upon them. Because of
their allure, they were also constantly raped and used for sexual satisfaction
at length. However, there was one Veela who chose not to submit to our kind.
“Her name was Appoline, and as I said, she became that wand’s original owner’s
servant. Although while she served this witch, she was no slave. Appoline chose
to alley herself with this witch in exchange of being taught how to use magic
and to control her allure. The price she paid was one hair during the time when
her allure was at its peak. Now, Appoline did die along with her mistress, but
not before she helped her kind to control their allure and resist their
submissive nature.”
The five young wizards and witches stood silently for several moments taking in
this information before Hermione finally spoke. “So, you’re saying that because
of this Veela hair inside Harry’s wand, we are strongly attracted to Harry. So
much so that we can’t stop thinking about him.” Thaddeus nodded to her, and she
asked: “Who created Harry’s wand?”
“I can’t tell you, Hermione, at least not here.” Thaddeus answered, with
Augusta nodding while glancing around the area. “While we are not ashamed of
who this witch was, saying her name out in the open without magical protections
in place would alert the wrong kind of people to our whereabouts. You’re going
to eventually learn about her here, so don’t you worry about it much.”
“Ha! I severely doubt that!” Augusta told him loudly. “Professor Binns only
teaches them about the Goblin Wars. He won’t even bother bringing her up unless
he finally decides to teach them about her.”
“Wait a minute.” Harry said, realizing a key point Thaddeus made. “You said
something about Hogwarts being a trigger for this allure to be happening. What
do you mean by that?”
“Well, when you’ve got your wand Harry, the core inside of it begins to attune
itself with your magical core.” Thaddeus explained again. “However, it does
take time for these cores to bond to a witch or wizard. That’s why some spells
in your first year of school are hard to master. But that’s not what happened
to you Harry, as you were able to master these spells with your first attempt.
The only contributing factor for this is Hogwarts. I don’t know how or why, but
you became attuned to both your cores the instant you entered those castle
walls. Unfortunately, since you were unaware that there was Veela hair as a
second core in your wand, the effect was what been happening to you.”
Sympathy shown in Lily’s face towards her son as she asked Thaddeus: “What
happens when he leaves Hogwarts? Will this allure follow him?”
“I don’t know.” Thaddeus answered. “Only time will tell if this continues or
Harry will learn to control this allure he’s been sending out.” He took a deep
breath and at that point, pulled open the curtain and looked to the three young
witches. “If you would be so kind as to excuse us, ladies. I have some
information that I must relay to Harry and Neville alone at this time.”
The three girls looked to Harry as he nodded them to go. After they left,
Thaddeus watched them leave for several moments, making sure they were out of
earshot when he closed the curtain and looked directly at Harry and Neville.
“The day I visited the Flamel’s vault, I had just received a letter from
Perenelle that Nicholas placed his most prized creation inside that vault: The
Philosopher’s Stone.” He told both boys with a look of complete seriousness.
“From what she guessed, Dumbledore was able to convince him to first place it
into his vault at Gringotts, then suggest that Hogwarts was a much safer place
for it.”
“I remember Mum mentioning that after we met.” Harry said, remembering Thaddeus
explained to Harry who he was. “She also mentioned something called the Elixir
of Life. Why is this stone so important?”
“The Philosopher’s Stone is the only stone in existence as it is the
culmination of all Alchemists work.” Thaddeus explained to them. “Nicholas is
the only known Alchemist to create one. With the stone, you can create the
Elixir of Life, which makes any drinker of it immortal. It can be also used to
transform any pure metal into gold, however, the Flamels, me included, have no
desire in using it in that way. Over the years, my adopted parents, brothers,
sisters, and myself have amassed a large enough sum to rival the richest people
on the planet. Now, since Dumbledore has Nicholas’ stone, I can only assume
that he either wants the stone to use for himself, which seems likely, or use
the stone to draw someone out.”
“Who would risk that?” Neville asked.
“I don’t know, Neville.” Thaddeus replied. “It has to be someone who not only
desires the stone, but is willing to put children in danger to obtain it. Much
like Dumbledore is willing to place you at risk just by keeping it here.”
“I still don’t understand a few things:” Harry told him. “Why do you think
Dumbledore staged the break-in at Gringotts, and how did he convince your
father to give him the stone in the first place?”
Thaddeus took another deep breath before answering Harry. “While I have no
proof of this, I have long suspected that Dumbledore has been manipulating
Nicholas with an Imperius Curse. I’m sorry, Harry, but an Imperius is a curse
that allows a witch or wizard to control another’s mind. It takes intense
mental discipline to prevent such a curse from entering and controlling your
mind. Unfortunately, Nicholas has lived a very long life and because of this,
his mental defenses are not as strong as they once were. I don’t know how long
he has been doing this, but it does mean that Dumbledore knows where Nicholas
and Perenelle are hiding and has been travelling to their location to apply the
curse to him.
“As for the break-in, I suspect that he let it slip out to certain circles that
The Philosopher’s Stone was inside Gringotts. Now, even though it’s extremely
well protected, I believe that there are people out there who have the
capability to try to break-in to Gringotts and enter one of the vaults. As for
who did it, I don’t know, but I figured it had to be someone who’s desperate
enough to try to break-in to Gringotts, and to come here to try to get it.”
“What should we do?” Harry asked him.
“Nothing!” Augusta said firmly. “You two are here to learn magic, not to get
yourselves involved in adult matters.”
Thaddeus nodded to the boys, saying: “You two just enjoy the rest of your
semester. I’ll see you two during your Christmas holiday. Right now, I’m afraid
that I must leave, as I can’t risk Dumbledore and I meeting right now. I would
like to see you play Quidditch, Harry, but I’m sure Lady Longbottom will tell
me all about it.”
“Grand mum, you’re staying?” Neville asked, perking up slightly.
“Yes, Neville. As Lady of the House of Longbottom, I’m allowed to attend
various school events without questioning.” Augusta told her grandson. “I also
happen to be on the board of Governors for this school, so Dumbledore wouldn’t
dare to deny my right to attend a school function.”
Harry almost laughed at hearing this, but remembered how stern Augusta could
be. Afterwards, Harry and Neville said their good-byes to Thaddeus and he left
the Quidditch Pitch quickly and headed in the direction of Hogsmeade. Augusta
then also said her good-bye, as she told them that she had to meet up with
Alice before coming back here.
Lily looked at the two boys as they watched Augusta leave and frowned as a
sudden realization struck her. ‘Damn it! I forgot to ask him about what’s been
happening to me.’
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Early Afternoon-Quidditch Pitch
“And Angelina Johnson scores again!” Lily heard the Weasley twins best friend,
Lee Jordan say through a microphone. “What an amazing shot and what splendid
teamwork from her fellow Chasers, Alicia Spinnet and Katie Bell!”
Lily watched the game play out, floating as far away as she could so she
wouldn’t distract Harry from playing the game. She was just a few feet above
where Neville, Hermione, Hagrid, and the rest of the Gryffindors watched the
game, cheering for their team. Lily was smiling proudly as a former Gryffindor
herself, and was cheering silently, however, she was frightened at the same
time. In her heart, Lily loved Quidditch, but in her mind, she hated how
dangerous the game really was. Not to mention her own son was now a Seeker on
the Gryffindor team, and as proud as she was that Harry was following his
father’s footsteps, she was frightened that something might happen to him.
“What a dirty move!” Lily heard Jordan say as she witnessed Wood fall from his
broom after purposely being hit with a bludger. “Slytherin Captain Marcus Flint
grabbed a bat from one of his Slytherin Beaters and used it to smack a bludger
right into Gryffindor Captain and Keeper Oliver Wood. Come on, Madam Hooch,
that was a definite foul!”
“Jordan!” Lily heard McGonagall chastised the young Gryffindor boy. Even though
Lily agreed with Jordan’s call on the situation, it was perfectly clear that he
was definitely biased towards Gryffindor. The Slytherin team scored two points
almost instantly, taking Angelina Johnson out with a dirty move as they forced
her to crash into one of the stands. The Gryffindors looked a bit disheartened
for a moment, until Lily noticed that Harry started speeding across the field
at breakneck speed. At that point, Lily and the Gryffindors began cheering
their hearts out.
“Here comes young Harry Potter!” Jordan spoke loudly through the microphone.
“The new Gryffindor Seeker, who’s happens to be the youngest Quidditch player
in a century, appears to have his eyes locked on the Snitch and hopes to win
for Gryffindor. He ducks from a bludger, and heads straight for his target.
Wait a minute! What’s this? Harry Potter seems to be having a problem with his
broom! What’s going on here!”
Lily was deathly worried at watching Harry trying to control his broom. So were
the other Gryffindors, as Lily suddenly notice that Hermione was pointing over
to the Slytherin stands where Professor Snape, Quirrell, and parents of several
Slytherin students, sat watching the game. Lily tried to hear what Hermione was
telling Neville, but she soon left and disappeared into the crowd. Not knowing
what else to do, and knowing that Harry was the only person that could see her
on the field at that moment, she floated over to where he was and grabbed a
hold of Harry’s broom, trying to stabilize it.
“Hold on, Harry!” Lily told him, struggling as she felt the magic being cast on
it. “I can feel the magic on it! Someone is jinxing your broom!”
“I’m trying, Mum, but whoever’s doing this, they’re pretty strong.” Harry told
her, trying to maintain his grip on his broom.
“Don’t worry about how strong they are, focus on how strong you are!” Lily told
him. “Just take a deep breath, and close your eyes, and your magic will come.”
Harry did as he was told, and as soon as he did, he felt his magic begin to
help stabilize his broom to where it no longer shook. He opened his eyes and
saw Lily smile and remove her hands from his broom. They both knew that Harry
couldn’t move his broom yet, as the jinx was still on Harry’s broom. However,
another moment later, Lily noticed that Snape suddenly stood up and knocked
Quirrell and several parents over and Harry felt the jinx on his broom being
lifted. Harry took off again as he saw the Slytherin Seeker going after the
Snitch. Within moments, Harry caught up with the other team’s Seeker and with
one deft move, rammed him off of his broom and caught the Snitch with ease.
“Harry Potter has done it!” Jordan exclaimed triumphantly. “He’s caught the
Snitch awarding Gryffindor 150 points and thus winning the game! Gryffindor
Wins!”
Cheers and applause were heard from three quarters of the Quidditch stands as
Harry flew around the Pitch holding the Golden Snitch in his hands. Lily could
see the big smile on his face, but she could tell that Harry was angry at
someone interfering in the match. Lily was very worried herself, as whoever it
was, was sitting in the Slytherin stands. Whoever it was, she suspected that
Neville and Hermione knew.
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Later in the day-Outside Hagrid’s Hut
“Professor Snape?” Hagrid looked at the three Gryffindors who were telling him
what each of them saw during the day. “Why would he jinx Harry’s broom? He may
be the Head of Slytherin House, but he’s also a Hogwarts teacher. He’s held by
the same rules by every teacher here. Even Professor Dumbledore wouldn’t think
of doing such a thing.”
Harry frowned instantly at hearing Dumbledore mentioned again. Harry had this
growing suspicion that Dumbledore was somehow responsible for both his and
Neville’s brooms getting out of control. However, just before coming to see
Hagrid, Hermione told him that she saw Snape muttering and keeping his eyes
locked on Harry during the match. Lily was shocked at hearing this information,
but couldn’t deny that Snape had it in for her son ever since the first day.
Hearing Hagrid deny this didn’t calm her suspicions of him at that time either.
“But Hagrid, I know all about spells.” Hermione said to the large, bearded man.
“I’ve read all about them. You have to keep eye contact, and Snape wasn’t
blinking.”
“I also believe that Snape tried to get past Fluffy on the third-floor
corridor.” Harry told him also. “We saw him limping this morning, and Hermione
noticed that he had a large bite mark on his leg the night before. Whatever’s
going on, Snape must be behind it. The question is why is he involved?”
Hagrid sighed out loud, and took a deep breath before responding. “Now, listen
to me, all of you. You’re meddling in things that ought not be your concern.
It’s dangerous, it is. Not to mention top secret. The only people who need to
know are Professor Dumbledore and Nicholas Flamel…Oh dear me. I shouldn’t have
said that. Go on, you three. Enjoy your day!”
With that, Hagrid walked into his hut and promptly shut his door. Both Harry
and Neville frowned as they looked at Hermione as they knew what she was going
to ask next.
“Who’s Nicholas Flamel?” She looked at the two boys and asked.
Harry and Neville made a quiet decision to tell her, but not reveal anything
about the stone. “He’s an Alchemist, Hermione.” Neville told her with Harry
nodding. “We don’t know much else about him, though.”
Hermione, Harry, and Neville began walking back towards the castle at that
moment, realizing that Hermione was planning to look Nicholas Flamel up in the
library. Both Harry and Neville were conflicted over their friend, as they felt
that she should know the truth, but at the same time, discovering the truth
would place her into danger. Lily quietly followed the three, wondering what
she should do. She wanted to confront Snape herself, but with Harry nearby, she
couldn’t risk it. If it was true, and Snape wanted Harry dead, then there was
simply no way she would allow Snape an opportunity to get to Harry when they
were alone. However, there was still a part of her that simply could not
believe that Snape would do something like that. He may have been a Death Eater
once, but she remembered seeing him grieve over her all those years ago. Once
more, if he wanted Harry dead, why didn’t he do it when he had the perfect
chance?
As they entered Hogwarts castle, the sun had just started to set, which meant
that it would be soon time for dinner. Hermione instantly frowned as she knew
that the library would be closed and started walking up to the Gryffindor tower
when all three of them were stopped by Professor McGonagall.
“Ah, Mr. Potter.” McGonagall called out and walked up to them from the Great
Hall. “I wanted to personally congratulate you for your outstanding gameplay
today. You were simply magnificent.”
“Thank you, Professor McGonagall.” Harry smiled uneasily as he suspected what
was going to happen next. Lily frowned as she suspected the same, and she was
going to try to stop it this time.
“Excuse us, Minerva, but these Gryffindors need to wash up before dinner.” Lily
said to her, gesturing to Harry to continue walking. Hermione and Neville, not
knowing what was happening, made their way past McGonagall and headed up the
stairs. Harry, however, was blocked by the Transfiguration Professor.
“I’m afraid that this can’t wait, Lily.” McGonagall responded, then looking at
Harry. “I also wanted to say that you handle yourself brilliantly, especially
after someone tried to jinx your broom. I am absolutely disgusted that someone
would try something like that. I will be personally conducting an investigation
into who could have done this.”
Harry instantly frowned at hearing this. “Excuse me, Professor, but what about
the investigation of what happened to Neville and his broom?” Harry asked her.
“I would think that after so much time has passed by, a culprit would have been
identified by now.”
“I’m sorry to tell you this, Mr. Potter,” McGonagall said with a touch of
compassion. “But Professor Dumbledore had taken it upon himself to lead the
investigation into Mr. Longbottom’s incident. And besides informing me of his
broom being destroyed by fire, he has not revealed any information on the
matter.”
Harry’s anger and frustration was boiling over at hearing the headmaster’s name
again. He looked up at the stairs and saw Hermione and Neville waiting for him,
and said: “You guys go on ahead, I’ll catch up.”
Both Neville and Hermione nodded and disappeared up the stairs as Lily began to
get an uneasy feeling about what Harry wanted. As soon as they left, Harry
looked directly at McGonagall and said: “May I speak to you in private,
Professor?”
“Of course, Mr. Potter.” McGonagall said as she motioned Harry and Lily away
from the Great Hall. She led them to another empty classroom, one that from
Harry’s viewpoint, hadn’t been used in years. However, neither Harry nor
McGonagall cared about the condition of the classroom at that moment. All
McGonagall cared about was fulfilling her sexual needs and all Harry cared
about was for some real answers for a change.
After McGonagall locked the door, she pulled out her wand and began to
transform into her non-glamour appearance. Harry leaped upon the teacher’s desk
and sat on top of it, looking intently at the Deputy Headmistress with half-
lust, half-anger. McGonagall smiled as she walked over to him and slowly began
to strip off her clothes. About half-way through, however, Harry had stopped
her.
“Excuse me, Minerva, but I need a favor from you.” Harry said to his Head of
House. “I would like you to drop the investigation concerning who jinxed my
broom during the match today. Both Mum and I have a good idea who did it, but
unless we have proof, we rather not say, as we need to know why this person
would do it. Right, Mum?”
McGonagall looked over at Lily, who was frowning at her son, but nodded
silently. She wanted to say something, but at that moment, she felt strangely
compelled to stay silent. McGonagall turned back towards Harry and asked: “Why
wouldn’t you want me to investigate this person? It is my job as the Head of
Gryffindor, after all.”
“Because I believe that whoever is responsible for jinxing my broom is the same
person who bewitched Neville’s broom during our flying lesson after our first
week here.” Harry told her, licking his lips in anticipation for what he
wanted. “Again, it’s only a suspicion, but I want you to privately investigate
what happened during that flying lesson. I want you to do this secretly and not
inform Dumbledore if you discover anything.”
“Harry, why wouldn’t you want Albus to know this?” McGonagall frowned slightly,
but continued undressing. “He’s the Headmaster of this school, and he’s already
investigating Mr. Longbottom’s incident. If I tell him that you suspect that
the same person is trying to harm both you and Neville, I’m sure that he will
quickly discover the culprit.”
“Minerva, he hasn’t done one damn thing about it since it happened!” Harry
angrily leapt of the teacher’s desk and walked straight up to the nearly naked
McGonagall. “Dumbledore promised Neville that he would find out who bewitched
his broom and why that person did it! It’s been way over a month and a half and
Neville is still frightened to get on a broom, and after what happened to me
during the Quidditch match, I’m sure it didn’t help matters.”
Harry grabbed McGonagall’s hand and pulled her to the desk. Her lust taking
control of her senses at that point, she nodded almost energetically to Harry.
“Alright, Harry. However, after so much time has passed by, I doubt that I
could uncover anything noteworthy or important.” She told him, placing her
hands on Harry’s face, and leaned in for a kiss. “I promise to tell only you if
I do discover anything about Neville’s incident. It will be our secret.”
Harry stopped McGonagall from kissing him for a moment as he jumped back on the
teacher’s desk, then he grabbed her face and pulled her face to his. McGonagall
kissed Harry passionately, entwining her tongue with his and moaning loudly.
Harry, not wanting another jerk off session with her, decided to show some
initiative and moved his hands to each of McGonagall’s breasts and started
squeezing them. She moaned even louder in the kiss, finally breaking it after a
short while and actually began purring a bit.
“Why Harry, what’s the meaning of this?” She asked, smiling sweetly as she
placed her hands on Harry’s pants and began to unbutton it. As she pulled out
his six-inch dick, she continued to purr, and began to slowly jerk him off.
“Are you trying to tell me that you want something more than just a handjob?”
“Yes, Minerva. I am.” Harry breathlessly told her as he leaned closer and began
kissing her neck. “You see, ever since you jerked me off that first time, I’ve
been having dreams of having your lips around my penis. I would very much like
to see that dream become a reality. I know that a part of you thinks of this as
wrong, but you’ve already done so much already. I want you to suck my cock,
Minerva, but the question for you is, what do you want?”
Harry placed his mouth over one of McGonagall’s round breasts and began sucking
on it, just like he saw Pomfrey and McGonagall do to each other the night
before. McGonagall panted and moaned as Harry moved his free hand down towards
her crotch area and pressed his fingers against the folds of her pussy. She
gasped and trembled instantly at feeling Harry’s fingers come in contact with
her clit and her cunt. McGonagall couldn’t understand it, but somehow this
young virgin wizard knew what to do to turn her on even more than she was. She
almost screamed as she felt two of Harry’s fingers enter her pussy and began to
play with it.
“Oh My Goodness Harry!” McGonagall shook as she felt her juices flow down to
Harry’s fingers. “How did you learn to do this?”
“From you and Poppy.” Harry told her simply. While fingering her, Harry glanced
over at his mother and saw that she was already masturbating, panting and
moaning as much as McGonagall was. During this, McGonagall stopped jerking
Harry’s dick and pulled Harry’s head off of her chest.
“Alright, Harry,” McGonagall said as she got onto her knees and positioned her
mouth just in front of Harry’s erection. “I’ll suck your cock, but on one
condition: I want you to hold my head down on it and I want you to thrust your
hips as much as you can. And when you cum, Harry, I want you to make sure that
I swallow every last drop.”
Without another word, McGonagall took Harry’s six-inch cock into her mouth and
began to suck it. Harry instantly groaned as he grabbed her long, brown hair
and began thrusting his hips to meet McGonagall’s tempo. Lily moved up closer
to see McGonagall take her son’s erection as Harry was thrusting his hips
faster. Lily noticed that McGonagall had one of her hands underneath her crotch
clearly rubbing her pussy as Harry was fucking her face. Lily was licking her
lips as she watched McGonagall’s head move up and down on Harry’s dick with
skillful precision.
‘It’s been so long since I sucked a cock.’ Lily thought as she remembered her
last time with James. While many would not believe, Lily used to love sex. She
and James had sex almost every night, sometimes twice to three times daily
depending on how much energy James had after work. Even with the war, her
getting pregnant, and eventually giving birth to Harry, they still found a way
to have sex as often as they could. Not that she considered herself to be sex-
crazed, at least back then. She and James simply were madly in love with each
other. Now, as she was watching her son getting his cock sucked, she couldn’t
help but to imagine herself sucking James’ cock again. ‘No, not James. I want
Harry. Oh my god, I want Harry’s cock in my mouth!’
Lily dropped down to her knees beside McGonagall and looked deeply into Harry’s
eyes. At that moment, she decided to stop worrying about her guilt and gave
into her lust for her son. “Fuck her face, Harry!” Lily moaned to him as she
started fingering her ghostly pussy. “Give Minerva what she wants and dominate
her like a whore!”
Harry was already at his limit, but watching his mother masturbating next to
McGonagall, and her saying what she just did, pushed him over his edge. He
groaned loudly and shoved McGonagall all the way down on his cock as he
orgasmed down the Deputy Headmistress’ throat. Lily screamed at that moment as
she felt her own orgasm rock her ghostly body while McGonagall very loudly
moaned over Harry’s vibrating dick as she began swallowing his huge load of
cum. So much, in fact, that when Harry had finally released his grip on
McGonagall’s head, she pulled up for air and the last streams of Harry’s cum
nailed her on her face. Lily instinctively tried to lick the cum off of her
face, but was unsuccessful as she quickly remembered that the only person she
could touch was Harry. She turned to looked at her son and saw that his six-
inch dick was still hard. Again, instinct took over her reasoning and without
another moment of hesitation, she grabbed Harry’s hard cock and took it into
her mouth. Harry looked at his mother wide-eyed for a moment, but as soon as he
felt her lips around his shaft, he instinctively grabbed his mother’s head and
began fucking her face as well. Harry felt the chill of Lily’s mouth sucking
his dick, and in comparison to McGonagall’s mouth, he simply couldn’t decide
which was better. McGonagall’s mouth was hot and wet, while Lily’s was cold,
but he felt the fierceness of her cock-sucking ability. However, Harry didn’t
have much time to compare, as his cock was still sensitive from orgasming into
McGonagall’s mouth. Harry orgasmed again, and held his mother’s head down on
his dick as he did so, only instead of Lily being able to swallow it, thick
streams shot out through Lily’s head and hit McGonagall, who was masturbating
behind Lily. As he let go of his mother’s head, Harry began to see white and
Lily jerked the last amounts of sperm from his hard erection. Taking a deep
breath, Harry stood up from the teacher’s desk with Lily still jerking him off.
However, Lily soon realized what she was doing and the guilt came back to her.
“Harry, I’m so sorry!” Lily said as she stood up, still holding his now
softening dick. She then realized that she was and instantly let it go,
continuing to look into Harry’s eyes. “I don’t know what’s happening to me, but
every time you are in these situations, I feel incredibly horny.”
Harry looked at both women in front of him and smiled. “Mum, I promise we’ll
talk about this tonight.” Harry said to her. After Lily smiled and nodded back
to him, he looked towards the now getting dressed McGonagall and asked:
“Minerva, why did you want me to hold your head on my dick?”
She smiled weakly as she grabbed her wand and waved it around her body,
transforming back to her glamour form. “When I was married, my husband used to
force-fuck my face whenever he wanted.” She answered him. “Not that I’m type of
woman, mind you, but ever since the Death Eaters killed him during the war,
I’ve haven’t had a good dick in my mouth to play with. Harry, I have to say
that you may have been better than him.”
Harry didn’t know what to say after that, so he zipped up his pants and walked
up to her. He then gave her a long kiss before exiting the classroom with Lily
following with a bigger smile.
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Two Weeks Later-Defense Against the Dark Arts Class
“W…well, that’s a…all for t…today. Cl…class Dis…missed.” Quirrell stuttered
like always he did. As Harry got up from his desk, he wondered why Quirrell was
a professor, much less than their DADA teacher. Sure, he did seem to have
incredible knowledge about the Dark Arts, but with every lesson, Quirrell
seemed to be shaking with fear just by being in a room with kids. What was
worse, for Harry at least, was every so often when Quirrell turned his back to
them, he felt a sudden, sharp pain in his lightning-shaped scar. Even though he
was at the top of the class, followed by Hermione, Neville, and strangely Ron,
Harry found Quirrell to be one of the worst teachers here. Followed next to
Snape, of course.
Speaking of Ron, he in the last weeks started taking all of his classes
seriously. In the small amount of time that he knew the red-head, this seemed
very unlike the boy. However, ever since the day after Halloween, Ron was found
in the library studying or in the Great Hall eating while doing his homework.
The change with him was so sudden, even the professors were wondering what was
going on with him. Harry himself did not understand what was going on until the
day before, as he saw both Fred and George laughing at their younger brother
joking about him and Hermione. Afterwards, Hermione, and Neville who knew but
promised Hermione not to tell Harry, finally came forward and told Harry the
truth: in an effort to get hers and Harry’s forgiveness after the incident at
Halloween, Hermione told Ron that he had to pick up on his studies and actually
do his homework without help. Harry almost started to laugh, until Neville told
him about what else Hermione had Ron doing.
“She’s been making him carry her books, making sure he cleans up the common
room, and other stuff as well.” Neville told him yesterday. “If Ron does all of
this, including keeping his grades up to close to where we are by the end of
the school year, she will forgive him enough to allow him to be her friend.
Which means you might forgive him too.”
At that, Harry really started laughing. Ron had literally became Hermione’s
slave just to get Harry’s forgiveness, and Hermione was going to milk him for
the entire school year. Hermione had a little bit of a dark side in her, even
though what she had Ron doing was more like she was his teacher or mother than
being Ron’s master. Harry smiled at Hermione and asked them both: “Why didn’t
you guys tell me? I could’ve helped with ideas.”
The four of them were currently on their way to the library to begin doing
their DADA homework, when McGonagall appeared before them looking quite
frazzled. “Ah, Mr. Potter. I’ve been asked to bring you, and both Parvati and
Padma Patil to see Professor Dumbledore. I’m afraid that a Gringotts goblin has
come here to talk to you, and has brought the girls’ parents along with him.”
“Why?” Harry asked, wondering what was now going on.
“I’m afraid that I don’t have that information at this time, Mr. Potter.”
McGonagall answered. “All I know is that it concerns you family and theirs. Ah,
Miss Patil, and Miss Patil, would you please accompany me and Mr. Potter.
Professor Dumbledore has requested your presence.”
The Patil twins nodded and instantly and quickly clung to each of Harry’s arms.
Lily almost chuckled at seeing this, but wondered what Dumbledore wanted to see
them about.
Harry, Parvati, and Padma followed McGonagall up to Dumbledore’s office with
Hermione, Neville, and Ron continuing on to the library. When they reached the
stone steps that led to the Headmaster’s office, they had already discovered
that the stone gargoyle had moved out of the way for them. They slowly walked
up to the stairs and reached the door to Dumbledore’s office.
“Please, come in.” Dumbledore said from behind the door without anyone even
knocking. McGonagall opened the door for Harry, Parvati, Padma, and even Lily
to enter the office to see Dumbledore intensively frowning at the three people
in front of his desk. Dumbledore himself was sitting behind his desk rubbing
his temples clearly showing that he was trying to fight a headache. Harry
looked at the three people and recognized one of them as Balrog, the head of
Gringotts bank in London. The other two, who Padma and Parvati ran up to and
hugged, he assumed were the twins’ parents. After the Patils stopped hugging
each other, Dumbledore placed his hands on his desk and said: “I would like it
on record that as Harry Potter’s magical guardian, I object to this
transaction.”
“Your objection can not be noted, Albus.” Balrog looked at the headmaster and
told him matter-of-factly. “This concerns both Gringotts and the House of
Potter, and as such, you have no say in regard to this transaction.”
“I’m sorry, but what transaction?” Harry step forward and asked the goblin. He
then looked at the Patil family and had to guess. “Is this about Parvati’s and
Padma’s grandfather?”
“Partly, Mr. Potter, but first, allow me to introduce Mr. Jinder Patil and
soon-to-be ex-wife, Mrs. Divia Patil.” Balrog said to Harry. Harry walked up to
them and shook the Patils’ hands, smiling at the two of them. They gladly shook
the young wizard’s hand, but they didn’t return the smile. Divia, however,
pulled Harry a little closer to her while she shook his hand. After his hand
was released, both the Patil twins noticed what Balrog had just said.
“Mother, Father, are you getting a divorce?” Padma asked her parents, both her
and Parvati giving them worried looks. Both of them stayed silent, and hugged
their children tightly as Balrog answered the question.
“I’m afraid that because of the nature of this transaction, Divia Patil and
Jinder Patil can no longer be married.” Balrog informed the girls. “The
paperwork will be finalized just before Christmas this year. Now, Mr. Harry
Potter, as the sole Heir to the House of Potter, you have the right to know
about the reason behind this transaction.”
“Excuse me, but what transaction?” Harry asked again, frustrated that he hadn’t
received an answer yet. Lily floated over to her son as she was equally
frustrated with what Balrog was talking about.
“The transaction of Divia, Parvati, and Padma Patil to serve the House of
Potter.” Balrog stated matter-of-factly. Both Harry and Lily looked at Balrog
in complete shock, and Balrog began to explain: “Over a century ago, the Patil
family took out a loan from the Potter family, with Gringotts endorsing the
loan for an investment opportunity in India. The original debt was 1.5 million
Galleons and the investment was to teach non-magic people the ability to
control snakes in their country. You see, prior to the Muggle First World War,
the ability to talk to snakes, known as Parseltongue, was highly valued in
several countries by magical and non-magical people alike. However, after the
war, the Wizarding World outlawed the use of Snake language unless you were
directly licensed to by their governed countries.”
“Why?” Harry asked, not understanding why an ability to communicate with snakes
could be a bad thing. It was Dumbledore who answered.
“Parseltongue was considered by many to be the language of Dark Wizards and
Witches.” Dumbledore said, giving a slight smile. Lily felt a cold shudder run
through her ghostly form at seeing it, like he was the one responsible for
making Parseltongue illegal. “The governments of the Wizarding World thought it
was best to outlaw the ability to teach the language, and give magical licenses
to those who already had this ability. We did this to monitor all Parseltongue
wielders for illegal activities.”
“Which, I’m afraid they were illegal activities.” Balrog continued. “As shortly
after 1920, many Parseltongue wielders were either sent to a Wizard prison,
like Azkaban, or killed after misusing their ability and tried to run. Now,
Sonjay Patil Sr., had hired many of these wielders as teachers prior to the war
ending, and he was just about to open his school until Parseltongue was
declared illegal. Unfortunately, he had already paid for the building and for
the teachers, as well as all the necessary permits to operate in India as it
was known to be the ideal place to teach Parseltongue. According to many back
then, they were actually interested in learning the ability.
“After Parseltongue was outlawed, the Patils lost everything. Once more, Dorea
Marie Potter nee Black, your great-grandmother Mr. Potter, who loaned Sonjay
Patil Sr. the money, was expecting some sort of payment after the event
occurred. However, as the debt he owed began to increase due to interest, he
decided to do a dishonorable thing: he took his own life.”
“I’m confused, I know that suicide is considered bad, but why is it
dishonorable to do so?” Harry asked Balrog, who looked at him questionably.
“It was dishonorable because Dorea Potter was not someone who would allow such
a debt to be forgiven by such a cowardly act.” Balrog answered him. “Also, if
any substantial amount of money is borrowed from any vault inside Gringotts, no
matter whom owns that vault, Gringotts has to sign off on it, guaranteeing that
the amount including any interest accrued would be paid back by the lender. As
such, the entire Patil family was declared responsible for the debt owed to the
Potter family.”
“Can Harry forgive this debt?” Lily inquired, as she knew Dorea Potter was a
very spiteful witch. She never even bothered to congratulate James on the birth
of Harry. However, family was everything to Dorea, as she had very little left,
so Lily hoped that she left Harry some control over this debt.
“Ah, Lily Potter nee Evans, I’m sorry that I did not address you earlier.”
Balrog said to her. “However, to answer your question, no. Unless the original
debt and at least 75% of the accrued interest is paid, Dorea Potter left a will
instructing us not to forgive such a debt unless the Potter clan was without an
heir. And since your son officially identified himself as a legitimate heir to
the House of Potter, that became impossible at this time. Also, as Gringotts is
solely responsible for making sure this debt is paid, we forego normal
wizarding laws and do what is necessary to ensure the debt is paid to the
family’s satisfaction. You should know, Mr. Potter, that even if you tried to
forgive the debt, we goblins would still have no choice but ensure the said
debt is satisfied where future parties might be concerned.”
At that moment, Harry began to feel throbbing around his temples. While Harry
did not understand this explanation Balrog was giving, and the way Balrog was
so willing to explain everything to him, Harry still had one important
question: “Okay, so the Patil family owes my family money, that much I got, and
I’m not able to forgive this debt, as my great-grandmother wouldn’t allow it as
I understand. What I don’t get is why do I have to accept Parvati, Padma, and
their mother into serving my family as slaves? And why not their father?”
“Well, before you were born, and before Dorea Potter died, Sonjay Patil Jr. had
worked out a deal that at the time satisfied his obligation for the debt.”
Balrog responded. “The deal allowed him to be solely responsible for the debt
until his death, allowing his child to be free to pursue better investment
opportunities. The reason for this was because the Patil family was at the time
disavowed from doing any business that didn’t already involve their own vaults.
Unfortunately, Jinder Patil did take out a loan directly from Gringotts several
years ago, and while it wasn’t in the amount of his grandfather’s loan, it was
still substantial enough for him to present collateral should his investment
opportunity fail. His collateral was prized artifacts belong solely to his
family, and we accepted the terms. However, lying to a goblin is not advisable
under any circumstance, as the loan was used in an illegal operation located in
America, and the amount was seized by American Aurors and disbanded the entire
operation.”
“I don’t understand, Father.” Parvati looked up at him, who was nearly in tears
at this point. “What operation did you invest in?”
“It’s best that I don’t say, Parvati.” Jinder told her, silently crying.
“Although I swear that I didn’t lie when I asked for the loan. It was my friend
who lied to me.”
“That constitute you lying to us, Mr. Patil.” Balrog informed the man, the
goblin frowning for the first time during the meeting. “You were told when you
asked for this loan that we would not forgive any amount of shortsightedness.
You not verifying the validity of your friend’s business represents such
shortsightedness. It was not Gringotts fault that you chose your friends poorly
and lost the money we lent you.”
“Now, Mr. Potter, as I said, Sonjay Patil Jr. worked out an arrangement with
Gringotts to satisfy his obligation of the debt.” Balrog looked back at Harry.
“The arrangement was for him to be bound in servitude to Gringotts for his
entire life, in exchange for paying off 5% of the interest per year to the
House of Potter. However, during the time of this arrangement, the debt the
Patil family owed including interest was over 30 million Galleons, so while Mr.
Patil could decrease the debt accrued by his family, there was simply no way he
could have eliminate it fully. Now, even though he was bound to Gringotts, Mr.
Patil served us with distinction, working down in the caves for nearly 15 years
before he had taken ill. Now the illness that unfortunately took him was caused
by his long years working in our caves, as wizards are simply not used to the
kind of work we goblins do. I would like to say that while we are grateful for
his years of service, we are very sorry for his loss.”
Balrog took a moment to catch his breath. “Now, this leads me to why I am here.
Since Jinder Patil incurred his debt with Gringotts solely and not with another
wizarding family, he now solely belongs to Gringotts as our property. However,
Gringotts cannot ignore the debt the Patil family still owes the Potter family,
since the debt they owe is just under 25 million Galleons. So, we have to
declare the entire Patil family and all of their vaults the sole property of
the House of Potter.”
Harry looked at Balrog still completely confused at what he had explained to
him. Lily was slightly less confused and as she looked around the room, both
McGonagall and Dumbledore had the same look of confusion as well. After a very
long silence, Harry had to ask: “What does that mean for Parvati, Padma, and
their mother?”
“Well, they are yours to do with as you please.” Balrog told him simply.
“Within reason, of course, as the Patil family must not be forced to do
anything that they would not want done to them, that is until you claim your
lordship of House Potter. However, the girls can still attend school if you
allow it, and Divia Patil can seek employment if you so chose her to do so.
Also, until your thirteenth birthday, you are extremely limited to what you can
order them to do. Until then, you can have them either live in their former
home, which now belongs to you, or have them move to another place which you
are currently registered to live.”
Harry thought long and hard before looking at his mother for some sort of
approval. Lily just silently nodded to her son before Harry finally gave Balrog
his answer. “Alright, since it looks like I really have no choice but to accept
them as my family’s servants. However, both Parvati and Padma will continue
their education and their mother will stay in their home. Divia will be allowed
to seek out employment so she can continue to provide a stable home environment
for Parvati and Padma. Also, I would like to have a meeting with you prior to
Christmas so I can better understand what I am allowed to do with them.”
“Of course, Mr. Potter.” Balrog bowed to him, before pulling a short wand from
his coat. “Now, would you please take your wand out so we can finish this
transaction?”
Harry pulled out his wand and waited for Balrog’s instructions. Balrog
approached Divia first and motioned for her to kneel down. After she did,
Balrog pressed the point of his wand against her throat and looked directly
over to Harry and said: “After I bound each of them into servitude, you must
raise your wand and recite ‘I, Harry James Potter, Heir Apparent to House of
Potter, accept’ say the witch’s name ‘as servant to the Most Ancient and Most
Noble House of Potter’, and then say, ‘So Mote It Be’. Understand?”
Harry nodded again, and Balrog turned back to Divia. “Do you, Divia Patil nee
Balart, accept your position as servant to the House of Potter?”
“I, Divia Patil nee Balart, do accept my position as servant to the House of
Potter.” She silently wept as a bronze collar spun out of Balrog’s wand and
wrapped around Divia’s neck.
“I, Harry James Potter, Heir Apparent to House of Potter, accept Divia Patil
nee Balart as servant to the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter.”
Harry recited with his wand raised up in the air. “So Mote It Be.”
A small, white light flashed from the tip of Harry’s wand and as he kept his
eyes on Divia’s neck, a golden “P” appeared hanging from the bronze collar.
Balrog did the same thing to Parvati and Padma, and Harry raised his wand each
time accepting them as his servants. After it was all over, Balrog smiled and
shook Harry’s hand saying: “A pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Potter. I
will put a meeting for us on the books right away for you.”
With that, he gestured to Jinder Patil and walked over to the fireplace. Jinder
grabbed both of his daughters and gave them a long hug before saying good-bye
to them and his wife. He then followed Balrog as each of them grabbed Floo
powder from next to the fireplace and entered it, saying: “Gringotts Bank,
London.”
While each one disappeared in the fireplace, Harry looked at all of the people
in the room, with Dumbledore being last. As Harry stared at the elderly
headmaster, he saw how frustrated Dumbledore was with this situation. Harry
could only have one reaction from this: he smiled.
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Mid-December-Hogwarts Hallway
Harry was smiling widely after a late-night session with Professor McGonagall.
He was, however, trying to get back to Gryffindor tower without being caught by
Filch or Snape, so therefor, he was hiding near a dark corner of one of the
hallways near the library. Lily was also hiding between the walls, mainly
because if Snape or Filch saw her this far away from Gryffindor tower was, they
would know that Harry was out of bed. The only reason why they were doing this
on their own was because McGonagall had orgasmed so many times that she passed
out from her own masturbation.
Harry looked over to the next corridor and saw two dark shadows next to a
strange door. He quietly listened as he could just barely make out what was
being said and recognized who they were.
“You don’t want to make an enemy out of me, Quirrell.” One voice said. It was
clear to both Harry and Lily that it was Snape.
“I…I don’t k…know what y…you’re talking a…about, Severus.” Quirrell responded.
While Harry could barely make out each man, he was strangely fixated on the
door behind them. He didn’t know why, but he felt a sudden urge to see what was
behind it.
“We’ll talk later,” Snape told him menacingly. “When you decide where your
loyalties lie.”
With that, Snape walked towards where Harry and Lily were hiding while Quirrell
shakenly walked the opposite direction. Harry stood nearly frozen against the
wall without making a sound while Snape walked passed him. Harry waited until
Snape had vanished down another corridor before making his way for the door.
“Harry, what are you doing?” Lily asked him as she followed him to the door.
“You need to get back to the tower and go to sleep. You have to pack for the
holiday break tomorrow.”
“I know, Mum.” Harry whispered back as he reached the door. “Something’s behind
this door. I can feel it calling to me.”
Lily silently watched as Harry opened the door to reveal a large, empty room
with a heavy looking mirror in the middle of it. Harry shortly realized that he
was being strangely pulled towards this mirror, though he didn’t know why. Lily
saw the mirror and had a strange feeling that she knew what this mirror was and
saw the writing on the side of it.
Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi
“I show not your face but your heart’s desire.” Lily stated as she tried to
warn her son. “Harry, this is the Mirror of Erised. It’s designed to show you
what you desire most in the world.”
Harry stopped just in front of the mirror and looked over at his mother. “You
know what this mirror is, Mum?”
Lily nodded, and tried to pull Harry away from it. “I studied about magical
artifacts while trying to qualify to becoming a teacher here.” She told him.
“You need to step away, Harry. Many witches and wizards have spent their entire
lives in front of the mirror, some have even gone insane.”
Harry glanced at the mirror, and at first saw himself and his mother standing
there. But before he was about to turn away, the image of what he saw glimmered
a bit, then changed to seeing what he had often dreamed about. He saw himself
standing naked bathed in someone’s blood with several witches around him naked
as well. He easily recognized McGonagall, Hooch, Pomfrey, Hermione, and the
Patil twins either laying sprawled out on the ground around him, or kneeling
before him with a re-haired woman on her hands and knees positioned right in
front of where his dick was and moving back and forth. Mirror Harry was
gripping this woman’s ass and thrusting his hips and as the woman looked up,
Harry could see who it was: his own mother, Lily.
“She’s correct, Mr. Potter.” The voice of Albus Dumbledore shocked Harry and
Lily as he appeared out of nowhere next to the door they entered a short while
ago. Harry stepped away from the mirror and turned to the headmaster. “Many of
these wizards and witches were drawn to the mirror from a short distance, hence
the danger with this mirror. Which is why it will be moved to a new home
tomorrow, and I must ask you, Harry, not to look for it again.”
“Excuse me, Professor,” Harry looked at the old man. “But aren’t you going to
deduct points for me being out this late?”
“No, I think I’ll let this one slide, Harry.” He answered. “Being curious is
not a crime. Even for a young wizard such as yourself. Now, pip pip, Harry, off
to bed.”
Harry moved away from the mirror, and walked back towards the door. Before
leaving, however, he asked the headmaster one thing: “What do you see when you
stand in front of it, sir?”
“Ah, I see myself holding a pair of wool socks.” Dumbledore almost chuckled.
“Most people give me books for my birthday or Christmas, but alas, not one
decent pair of wool socks.”
Harry frowned at the man, but nodded his good-bye and left the room. Lily
herself looked at the headmaster before leaving, wondering herself at what
Dumbledore was up to, and as she floated away, she could have sworn hearing him
say: “My plan is working perfectly.”
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Christmas Afternoon-The Patil Household
Harry appeared in a flash from the fireplace, stepping out and brushing off
soot from his sweater and jeans. He had just had a very busy morning, as after
he had woke up at Longbottom Manor, he had opened presents with Neville, had
Christmas breakfast with the Longbottoms, and then while they went to church,
Harry had to go to Gringotts for his meeting with Balrog, as the goblins didn’t
observe human holidays, so the bank was open. The meeting that Harry wanted was
supposed to be before Christmas, or at least that was what Harry had wanted.
However, Balrog sent him an owl a week prior informing him that the earliest
time he could set an appointment for him was Christmas morning. So, Harry
begrudgingly returning to owl with a note telling Balrog that he agreed and to
set the meeting at Gringotts for 9:00 Christmas morning.
Once he had arrived, Balrog personally accompanied him to a smaller room than
the room Balrog had him and Neville in the first time he was at Gringotts. Once
there, Balrog had Harry signing one piece of parchment after another, while
informing him of his obligations of having the Patils as servants, one of them
being that he had to do regular inspections of the family and the household. He
had to make sure they were healthy, and should they be injured or ill, he had
to have a healer to make them better. He also had to make sure they had three-
square meals a day too.
He was also told of his restrictions regarding what he could and could not do
with the Patil witches, one of them being that he was forbidden to punish them
in any way until he became a lord. However, if he injures them too much, he had
to make sure they are healed afterwards so that the public doesn’t see them
hurt. He wasn’t allowed to sell them either until he owned his Lordship.
Also, he was told that while he could engage in sexual activity with Divia
Patil at any time he desired, he was forbidden to do so with Parvati and Padma
until they were thirteen. Although the goblin did let him know that as long no
one finds out, and they don’t end up pregnant, he could do whatever he wanted
to them, even if they don’t want it. When asked why he was willing to tell him
this, Balrog told him that the no sex until he was a lord was part of the deal
they made with the Ministry of Magic. But to the goblins, they really didn’t
care about when humans fucked each other, as it was no concern to them. But
should they end up pregnant, or someone reports him having sex with them before
he was legally allowed to, he would lose the servitude of the entire Patil
family, and Divia, Parvati, and Padma would be signed over to the service of
Gringotts.
He would still be allowed to own the Patil vaults, but for the Patil witches,
they would be sold to another wizarding family whose lordship is intact. Harry
was frightened at the notion of another wizarding family buying Divia, Parvati,
and Padma and asked Balrog which wizarding family would think of such of a
thing. Balrog answered him telling him that while there were many wizarding
families who have lords who would buy the Patils, but with the debt they owed,
there was only one family and one lord who could afford it: the Malfoy family
and their current lord; Lucius Malfoy.
Cringing at the thought that Draco’s family might own the Patils, Harry decided
that it was best to do his best and not do anything to endanger the Patil
witches. So, after spending the rest of the morning and the first part of the
afternoon signing his name to everything Balrog had wanted, he was given a
quick tour of all of the Patil vaults, which were now the Potter vaults,
according to Balrog. Afterwards, Balrog led him to the fireplace, and suggested
that he go to inspect the Patils to get it out of the way.
“Merry Christmas, Heir Potter.” The voice of Divia Patil said from what looked
like the dining room, as Harry appeared in the room. Harry looked over at the
woman who was setting four place settings for dinner. She looked at him and
smiled sweetly, still wearing the bronze collar with the golden “P” attached to
her neck. Otherwise, she was wearing what looked like traditional Indian
clothing, even though Lily thought it was a little too revealing. As Divia
entered the living room, she kneeled before the young wizard and said:
“Welcome, young Master Potter. I’m very pleased to see you here today.” Before
Harry left the bank, he was informed that from now on, the Patil woman would
now call him Master, unless he told them otherwise.
“Thank you, Divia, but how did you know that I would be coming today?” Harry
asked, looking at the four plates on the table and knowing that Jinder was now
living with the goblins of Gringotts, and assumed that the fourth place setting
was for him. He found himself liking being called Master by Divia and so he
didn’t say anything to change this. “I had only just got done with Balrog a few
moments ago, and I only decided that I was coming here just before entering the
Floo. Why the fourth place setting?”
“Balrog instructed me to expect you at any time for regular inspections, as he
called it.” Divia told him, still smiling at him. “I’m sorry to say that
Parvati and Padma are not here at this time Master. They went to a friend’s
house for a little while before coming back for dinner, letting them know that
they might not see them as often, because you are now their Master and wasn’t
what you allow them to do.”
“As long as they behave, and don’t tell people my secrets, I have no problems
them visiting their friends.” Harry informed his new slave.
“Thank you Master, I know they’ll be happy to hear this, they were worried that
you won’t allow them to visit their friends.” Divia told him. “Now Master,
would you like to inspect your property?”
“Yes, Divia, I would like to inspect my property.” Harry smiled, already
knowing what that meant for Divia. Still kneeling, she slowly took off her silk
jacket and purple blouse. Harry felt his dick become instantly hard as she
removed all of her clothing and stood in front of him, completely naked. If
Harry could have spoken right then, he would have said how gorgeous she looked.
Divia’s five foot, ten-inch-tall body slowly spun in front of Harry, allowing
him a perfect view of her entire body. Her lightly-dark skin, long and thick
black hair, dark-brown eyes, C cup size breasts, and an already moist pussy
made Harry grab his crotch and grown at seeing this beautiful woman before him.
“There’s no need to be ashamed, Master Potter.” She told him, looking at him
holding his crotch and knelt back down in front of him. “I belong to you now,
after all, so you can command me to do anything that you want.”
“I’m not ashamed, Divia.” Harry smiled at her, and to prove it he pulled down
his jeans and underwear, revealing his erection to her. “I was trying to show a
little restraint. However, since I am relatively new at this ‘master’ deal, I
think you should start with giving me a blowjob.”
Divia smiled, and took Harry’s dick in her soft hand before saying: “As you
command, Master.” With that, Divia almost hungrily took his erection into her
mouth, and to Harry’s surprise, took his full length on the first attempt. With
McGonagall, even though she wanted him to force-fuck her mouth, only went half-
way on the first push, then all the way on the next. Harry placed his hands on
the back of Divia’s head and began thrusting his hips into her face, her moans
nearly filling the entire living room. Lily herself had begun masturbating as
she moved next to Divia and knelt down herself, giving her a perfect view of
Harry’s dick going in and out of Divia’s mouth. The feeling of Divia’s mouth
was wonderful for Harry, but as he saw his mother kneeling next to Divia
masturbating, he remembered the image he saw in the Mirror of Erised. It was
then that he knew that he wanted something more.
“Divia,” Harry groaned as he pulled her face off of his dick. “While I
appreciate what you’re doing, I’m here to inspect you. So, if you would turn
around and get on your hands and knees, I can inspect your pussy.”
“Of course, Master.” Divia smiled and did what she was told. Lily gasped in
shock as she began to wonder how Harry knew what to do in this situation, but
when Harry grabbed Divia’s tight ass and slid, his six-inch dick inside the
Indian woman’s pussy, whatever reasoning had once again left her as she enjoyed
watching her son begin fucking Divia Patil. “Oh, Fuck!” Divia gasped as she
felt Harry’s cock slide in and out of her slowly. “It’s been so long since I’ve
had a dick inside of me. Fuck me, Master!”
Harry began thrusting his hips faster and harder as he felt Divia’s pussy walls
tighten around his penis, feeling vibrations that went all the way up to
Harry’s chest. Both Divia and Lily panted and moaned, with Divia letting out an
occasional scream to ask Harry to fuck her harder, and Lily positioning herself
in the exact same way that Divia was now in, masturbating heavily wanting her
orgasm to come when Harry’s did. The noise in the room became so loud, that no
one heard the front door open and close, nor the two loud gasps that came after
that. It was only after Lily was looking directly at Harry’s sweaty face that
she noticed that Parvati and Padma were walking towards them removing their
clothes as well. Harry, however, hadn’t noticed until each Patil twin took
position on either side of him, and Parvati took the initiative and grabbed
Harry’s face and kissed him hard.
“We’ve been waiting for this to happen, Master Harry.” Padma said while Parvati
passionately kissed him. After she released him, Padma grabbed his head and did
the same.
“Well, not fucking our mother, mind you,” Parvati breathlessly told him. “But
we’ve wanted to have sex with you the moment we laid eyes on you on the train.”
“Wait, what?” Harry nearly stammered after Padma broke off the kiss with him.
“Not when I first saw you two inside the castle?”
“No,” Parvati moaned, her hands down where her pussy is, clearly masturbating.
“Although we felt drawn to you since we entered Hogwarts, we’ve known about the
great “Harry Potter” for a while now, and since we saw you on the train, both
me and Padma were in competition to see which one of us would jump you first.”
“Now, girls, you should be ashamed of yourselves.” Divia told them through her
moans. “After all, I taught you both how to respect others. You should know
better.”
“Mother, we know, but we just had to have Master.” Padma moaned as well,
clearly masturbating herself. “And now since he is our master, we don’t have to
wait to be fucked.”
Harry could only look at the twins with a look of weird amusement. ‘What is
wrong with these two?’ he thought, but he slowly felt his orgasm coming and
turned back his focus back to Divia, who was now slumped half-way on the floor
as her arms were giving out on her. Lily had felt her own orgasm rise as she
refocused her efforts on timing her orgasm with her son’s. A few moments later,
Harry shoved his dick all the way into Divia’s pussy and groaned loudly as he
shot his load inside of her. Divia, screamed loudly as her own orgasm hit and
trembled as she felt his hot load enter her womb. Lily smiled happily as her
own orgasm rocked her body at the time of Harry’s orgasm. When Harry pulled
out, he gasped for breath but still found that his dick was hard. Both Parvati
and Padma dropped to their knees and took turns at sucking Harry’s cock, with
Padma beating her sister by half-a-second. Harry could only groan at feeling
both twins taking turns at giving him a blowjob. He felt like he was about to
cum again, but he didn’t want to orgasm in their mouths.
“Girls, get on your hands and knees beside your mother.” He told them, taking a
step back so they couldn’t get to their prize. Parvati and Padma nodded eagerly
and took the same position that their mother was in, with Divia looking back at
her Master getting ready to fuck Padma first.
“Please, Master, be careful with them.” Divia told him, trying to catch her
breath. “I know that they both want this now, but I must warn you that you
cannot cum in them like you did with me, as they aren’t on the anti-pregnant
potion yet. As you are not a lord and will be subject to penalties should you
impregnate one or both of my daughters. As for me, Master, I’m sorry to tell
you that it was a safe day.”
Harry nodded understandingly as he penetrated Padma, the young girl screaming
loudly as she felt her virginity taken. After a moment or two, Padma looked
back at Harry and nodded, and Harry began thrusting his hips causing her to
scream and moan each time. Harry groaned himself, trying to fight off the urge
to orgasm as he was still sensitive from cumming inside Divia. Lily was
masturbating again, this time sitting on a nearby chair with her legs spread
widely for her son. Harry saw his mother and while in her ghost form she was
clothed, he could almost swear that he could see Lily’s pussy. At that point,
neither Padma nor Harry lasted long after as he pulled out and orgasmed all
over Padma’s sprawled out body as she orgasmed as well.
Parvati was next, and while Harry felt the same kind of sensation he felt with
Padma, Parvati was more into it slightly. Parvati was thrusting his butt
against Harry’s stomach with sheer lust in her eyes. Again, Harry only lasted a
few minutes before Parvati came and he pulled out and orgasmed all over her.
Harry at that point, slumped onto his knees gasping for breath, looking at the
four witches in front of him, Lily included. All of them were looking longingly
at him, with Divia getting her mouth on his dick and making sure he stayed
hard. He smiled lustfully at all of them and said one last thing:
“Best Christmas Ever!”
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***** Chapter 11: The Stone of Flamel Part 7: The Forbidden Forest *****
The Corruption of Lily Potter
Chapter 11
The Stone of Flamel: Part 7
(The Forbidden Forest)
January 3, 1992-Hogwarts Express
Neville was troubled, looking at his god-brother Harry sleeping soundly with
his head against the window. Sitting next to Harry were Parvati and Padma, who
were chatting and laughing about something Neville didn’t quite understand,
mainly because they were talking to each other in Punjab. He did suspect that
they were talking about Harry, as Harry did tell him privately of what happened
Christmas day. Harry had already discussed having the Patils as his servants
with the Longbottoms and Thaddeus, and while Alice and Augusta were somewhat
disgusted with this, it was Thaddeus who spoke up for Harry.
“Gringotts goblins are notoriously strict whenever a debt is owed.” Thaddeus
had explained. “They are quite known to bypass wizarding law often to settle
any debt that is owed to any wizarding family with whatever means they see fit.
Harry doesn’t really have a choice in this matter, so it’s best to help him
make sure that the Patils are well taken care of.”
Augusta then suggested that Divia meet with her to discuss possible employment
opportunities, so she could help provide for both Parvati and Padma with food,
clothes, and school supplies. She also suggested that Harry should give Divia
some sort of monthly allowance to help provide for her and her daughters, in
case Augusta couldn’t find a job for Divia. Harry acknowledged this, and
informed Augusta that he planned to discuss this with Balrog during their
meeting, asking them to send Divia Patil 1000 Galleons a month until further
notice.
For Alice, she did her best to protect herself from the attraction towards
Harry. However, even with Augusta teaching her special protection charms, there
were times that Neville saw his mother stare at Harry for a long time before
either Augusta or Thaddeus snapped her out of it. Fortunately, it didn’t go any
further for Alice than that, although Neville did notice that she kissed Harry
on the lips on New Year’s. However, that wasn’t what was troubling Neville, it
was the fact that with all of the mental training that Harry went through, he
was no closer in learning to control his allure.
Speaking of the training, Thaddeus began having both Harry and Neville do
physical exercises to help build up their magical stamina. It started with
simple exercises, running, jumping-jacks, push-ups, things like that. Harry
seemed to have an easier time with it, mostly because of his earlier life with
the Dursleys just before he came to Hogwarts. Neville had a much harder time
with it, as he found himself becoming exhausted after running a quarter-mile.
Thaddeus reassured him, saying that he would soon get better at this, and Harry
promised Neville to help him with it. While doing all of this, Thaddeus told
them that after the school term was over, he would be teaching them a mental
defense known as Occlumency, and would also be teaching them both how to fight.
While Harry felt he already knew how to fight, being that he was a punching bag
for Vernon and Dudley until he had enough and starting throwing punches of his
own, he felt that he had to ask why wizards should know this, since they knew
magic.
“Harry, magic isn’t a solution for everything.” Thaddeus had told him. “There
have been, and will be, elements in your life that magic won’t be able to
protect you. You may be able to create earthquakes that can level a town, and
know how to use a few basic spells, but magic can’t protect you from a bullet
or a bomb. Also, there are places where you might have to hide what you are,
based on where Muggles live and socialize. So, fighting to defend yourselves is
very useful in those types of environments.”
Neville and Harry nodded after that, and said their good-byes to the man, as it
was just before they had to leave for Hogwarts to resume their school term.
However, before they left, Thaddeus did tell them what he suspected Dumbledore
was up to.
“I did some research on the Mirror of Erised, and I believe Dumbledore is
hiding the Philosopher’s Stone inside the mirror.” Thaddeus said to the boys
and Lily. “While the mirror is known to drive wizards and witches mad after
spending a very prolonged time in front of it, it can also be used as a
convenient hiding place for very valuable objects. Once inside, it would be
nearly impossible to remove it from the mirror unless a specific requirement is
met. What that is, I don’t know. What I can tell you is that my adopted
brothers and sisters are extremely upset that Dumbledore has the stone, and
have decided to discuss the matter with Nicholas and Perenelle. After this
meeting happens, I expect to be at Hogwarts to confront Dumbledore on this
matter.”
“What about you?” Harry had asked him. “Are you going to see them? They are
your adopted parents.”
“No, Harry.” He answered. “I will attend the meeting, however. I just won’t be
attending in person. Perenelle left explicit instructions for me to remain here
in England and help you whenever I can.”
The door to the train compartment opened and Hermione entered, snapping Neville
from his thoughts as she sat down next to Neville almost sulking as she opened
the book she had in her hand and began reading. Both Padma and Parvati stopped
talking and looked at their friend who had entered, wondering why Hermione was
in a foul mood. Harry had finally stirred from his nap and looked over at their
friend.
“Hello Hermione. Good Holiday?” Harry smiled at her, not realizing that
Hermione was in a bad mood.
“Oh, hello Harry, Neville, Parvati, and Padma.” Hermione looked up from her
book and said. “Not really, though. I spent the entire time trying to find out
anything about Nicholas Flamel.”
The Patil twins looked at each other before looking over to Harry. “Who’s
Nicholas Flamel?” Padma asked.
“He’s an Alchemist.” Harry told them, hoping that the Patils won’t pry much
more than what he told them. He then looked back at Hermione and said to her:
“I take it that you had no luck finding out anything about him.”
“I couldn’t find anything about him.” She almost grunted. “I checked every
library in London for anybody named Flamel. I even asked my parents, but as far
as I can tell, nobody in the Muggle world has even heard of Nicholas Flamel.
It’s very strange, there should be some reference to the Flamel family outside
of the Wizarding world, but it’s like somebody deliberately erased all
information about him.”
“That’s not strange at all, Hermione.” Neville told her with a gentle smile.
“Many wizarding families have done whatever it took to remove themselves from
Muggles. Such families like the Malfoys, Crabbes, Goyles, and Macnairs have all
used memory charms and other means to not be associated in any way with Muggles
and the Muggle world.”
Harry frowned immediately at hearing those names mentioned as Hermione
exclaimed: “That’s not fair! What do they think Muggles are? Piranhas?”
“In many ways, yes.” Parvati told her. “However, while those types of families
consider themselves better than the Muggle world, there are others that are
afraid of what the Muggles can do to us if they knew about our world.”
“That’s true, Hermione.” Padma added. “Though, there are Wizarding families who
have slowly begun to embrace the Muggle world. Families like the Weasleys and
the Longbottoms were among the first to do so. In fact, I suspect that the
Potter family will definitely embrace the Muggle world soon. Won’t we, Master?”
“What did you just call Harry?” Hermione asked in shock and disbelief as she
looked at Padma after called Harry ‘Master’, and then gave Harry an intense
frown. She already knew that the Patil family were now bound to serve Harry and
his family, but she hated the fact that essentially the Patils were slaves, and
all because the twins’ great-grandfather owed a lot of money to Harry’s great-
grandmother. She then saw Harry smile slightly at being called ‘Master’, and as
soon as Harry noticed this from Hermione, he decided to explain.
“Sorry, Hermione. Divia, Padma, and Parvati have to refer to me as ‘Master’.”
Harry said to her, sheepishly smiling at her. “I was going to tell Padma and
Parvati to drop the whole ‘Master’ thing once we got to Hogwarts, but honestly,
I kind of forgot about it. My mind was elsewhere earlier today when I meant to
tell them.”
Both Parvati and Padma giggled and smiled at each other, as they both knew why
Harry’s mind was preoccupied earlier that day. Harry had already ordered the
Patil witches to join the Longbottom family and him to King’s Cross Station.
Once there, Harry had excused himself and asked both Parvati and Padma to
accompany him to someplace private. His plan was to quietly tell them that
unless they were alone together, they should call him ‘Harry’ while at
Hogwarts, or anywhere else in public. However, the twins had other ideas as
they pulled him into a small utility closet nearby and had their way with him.
Which he didn’t mind, of course, as he fucked their faces and had them swallow
his cum after he orgasmed.
“We should have told you earlier, Master.” Parvati looked at Harry and said,
grabbing the golden “P” and holding it in front of everybody. “We have to call
you ‘Master’ now. Once these collars were magical placed around our necks, and
once you had finished signing all the documents that had you legally take
possession of us, all of us, including mother, must refer to you as our
master.”
“If we don’t, the collars will magically cause us mild pain at first, but if we
continue not calling him our master, the pain will increase slowly until we
feel pain similar to the Cruciatus.” Padma told them, holding her collar in the
same manner as her twin. “However, there are benefits to these collars. For
one, Master can use these collars to give us pleasure should he wishes it. They
also act as Portkeys, allowing us to appear next to him should we be too far
away and he wants to see any one of us for any reason he desires.”
“That’s terrible!” Hermione exclaimed, nearly jumping out of her seat. “Harry,
you can’t possibly be okay with all of this.”
“I really don’t have a choice here, Hermione.” Harry told her, even though he
felt like if he did, he would have chosen to have them like this anyway. He
then looked over to the twins and frowned. “Though, I wonder why Balrog didn’t
mention this to me when I visited Gringotts on Christmas.”
Neither twin had an answer for Harry at that point. However, both Padma and
Parvati smiled at Hermione and gestured to Harry. “We don’t mind being his
slaves, Hermione.” Padma said. “After all, other wizarding families wouldn’t
even allow us to continue with school or Mother to find a job.”
“Wait a moment, are you telling me that Harry can stop you from going to
school?” Hermione asked, her face turning a brighter shade of red at that
point. Frowning even more, Hermione turned back to Harry. “Is that true,
Harry?”
“Yes, Hermione, but I’m not going to even consider doing that to them.” Harry
answered his bushy haired friend. “You already know that I can’t release them
from servitude, but you should know that I can lose possession of them if case
of certain situations occurs. If that should happen, Gringotts would sell them
to another wizarding family like the Malfoys to satisfy the Potter debt, and I
sincerely doubt that they would allow Padma and Parvati to continue school.”
Hermione quietly thought about this as her frown slowly subsided. Neville, who
had stayed silent throughout that part of their conversation, finally decided
to speak up.
“Harry, why didn’t you ask about the collars?” Neville asked his god-brother, a
look of concern on his face.
Harry looked at his god-brother, and paused a moment in thought before
answering him. “To tell the truth, I don’t know, Neville. When Balrog placed
the collars on the Patils, I naturally assumed that they were just to show
others that they were servants to the House of Potter. I didn’t even think to
ask him about it during Christmas when he had me sign every parchment
concerning the Patil witches and their debt to my family.” Harry and Neville
both looked over at Padma and Parvati, and they smiled at both of them as they
knew what they were going to ask.
“We assumed that you already knew, Master.” Parvati told Harry as Padma nodded
to Neville. “Balrog should have explained how the collars work to you so knew
how to properly use us.”
“While not common in today’s society, slave collars were once widely used
across the Wizarding world.” Padma continued. “As one of the oldest wizarding
families, Balrog probably assumed that you already knew how to use the collars,
since the Potters of old used to have wizards and witches as slaves.”
The four of them sat in silence after that, with Harry, Hermione, and Neville
pondering several things. Harry glanced around the compartment and realized
that his mother was not nearby. However, a moment later, he saw her floating
just outside the door, with her eyes locked on her son and his friends.
A genuine smile was on Lily’s face as she watched her son talk with his
friends. She was truly happy to see Harry with people who liked him for who he
is, not what he was or what he had done. Even with Harry’s allure, and the fact
that Padma and Parvati were now Harry’s slaves, it seemed to Lily that Harry
had found true friends with these four. If it wasn’t so obvious to everyone,
she might have included the fanboy Ron with Harry’s group of friends. In fact,
if it wasn’t for the fact that they believed that somebody was trying to kill
both him and Neville, Lily would have said that Harry had a great time at
Hogwarts so far.
A frown appeared on her ghostly face at that moment, as she thought about
Neville nearly being thrown off of his broom during their flying lesson, and
Harry barely controlling his new broom during his Quidditch match. After Harry
had persuaded Professor McGonagall to focus her efforts on finding the culprit
for Neville’s incident, they hadn’t heard anything else noteworthy concerning
that other than Madam Hooch taking it upon herself to referee all Quidditch
matches this year, as normally other teachers would take turns as referee for
each match. Even during Harry’s night-time sessions with McGonagall, they
hadn’t learned anything at all about who or why was trying to kill the two
boys. Lily knew that Harry was very upset with this, and had told her the night
before that he wanted to talk with their Head of House immediately after they
got back to the castle, and was going to do whatever it took to convince her to
try harder at finding out who jinxed Neville’s broom.
Lily began to smile again at the thought of what Harry was planning with
McGonagall, and even though she was very much still conflicted with what Harry
was doing, she could no longer fight her feelings for her son. Ever since they
had that talk the night after the Quidditch match, Lily decided that until they
knew what was going on with her, it was best to not fight the overwhelming lust
she had felt each time that Harry was in those situations. She had wanted to
talk to Thaddeus about what was happening, as it seemed to her that he had some
idea as to why she was getting sexually involved with her own son. However,
Thaddeus didn’t answer her, stating that until Harry turns thirteen, he was
forbidden to tell her what was going on. He did tell her, though, that it had
nothing to do with Harry’s wand, but with Harry himself.
As she wondered why Thaddeus was holding back on her, the train whistle sounded
indicating that they were nearing Hogwarts. The door to Harry’s compartment
opened and Lily looked at her son standing there with a look of worry on his
face. “Mum, are you alright?” He asked her.
Lily smiled and nodded her answer to Harry as she looked through the window of
the compartment and saw the village of Hogsmeade getting closer into view. As
the train began slowing down the closer it got to Hogsmeade Station, the
students slowly began to prepare themselves to disembark. Nodding to his
mother, Harry followed suit and grabbed an old, beige leather-bound suitcase
from the overhead as Neville pulled out an exact duplicate. This caused
Hermione to stare at the twin suitcases and asked both boys: “Where did you get
those?”
“They’re gifts from a friend of ours.” Harry told her honestly. “Remember Mr.
Prendergast from the morning of my Quidditch match, he’s the one who gave us
both these suitcases. We don’t know much about them, as yet, but he did tell us
that they’re equipped with standard protection charms. He also told us not to
open them until we get to Hogwarts, as they had surprises in both of them that
we might need here.”
Lily smiled at Hermione as the young witch finally sighed and grabbed her
things from next to her. Harry himself looked out the window and saw the castle
beyond the town with a smile on his face. ‘I’m really looking forward to the
rest of the year.’
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Mid-Spring-Hogwarts Grounds
Harry and Neville had looked better than ever. Thanks to what was in their
magical suitcases, which thanks to an extension charm each had what many would
consider a house inside of them, both had grown several inches in height and
were just beginning to show muscles. Especially Neville, who in these last
short months lost most of his extra weight and had now looked like what Dean
had said referred as a lean rugby player. In fact, when Harry wasn’t next to
him, a few girls had noticed Neville’s new physique and had begun talking to
him. As for Harry, his new physique allowed him to be even more attractive to
the witches around him. While they were already attracted to him because of his
allure, many witches there looked like they were seriously thinking about
jumping Harry. This of course meant that Harry and Neville were introduced to
several students, including some within Slytherin.
It was very strange for both boys when they first opened their suitcases and
entered them. They, along with Hermione, Padma, and Parvati went into Harry’s
suitcase first, and as soon as they did, all of them stared wide-eyed at what
was inside. They stood in the middle of a large living room, with several
couches, chairs, lounges, and tables lined up in a very decorative fashion.
What surprised them the most was that there was a large television with a VCR
on top of it. To the right of it was a storage rack containing a full
collection of video tapes of movies ranging from comedy to drama to action and
to even science-fiction and fantasy. Harry immediately saw three movies that
caught his attention as he never got a chance to watch them: The Star Wars
movies.
When they explored around the place, they saw a kitchen, which was fully
stocked with not only with food, but with regenerative potions to help Harry
and Neville with building muscles. They also found a dining room, bathrooms, a
completely functioning gym and wizarding training area, a master bedroom and
guest bedrooms, which Padma and Parvati licked their lips at, and finally, an
immense library that had Hermione literally drooling over the number of books
that were in the vast room. Even Lily gasped at seeing these books and wondered
how Thaddeus managed to get his hands on some of them, as some of these books
were banned in several countries, including England and America. For Harry,
there were several that caught his attention.
“The Dark Arts: A Beginner’s Guide to Darkness,” Harry read out loud as he
thumbed through each binder. “The Unforgivables, Dark Creatures and How to
Control Them, Wizarding Genealogy, and What Kind of Animagus Are You? Huh, this
is interesting, the author of this last book is Michael McGonagall.”
“He was Minerva’s husband.” Lily told Harry and the others. “I never met him,
as he died before James and I left Hogwarts and joined with Dumbledore’s army
to fight Voldemort. I do know that he was a very powerful Animagus, a person
who can change shape into an animal at any time for as long as they desire. For
certain witches and wizards who can manage this transformation have only one
animal they can turn into. However, with Michael McGonagall, according to
people who knew him best mind you, was able to turn into two different animals;
a cat and a dog.”
Harry immediately pulled that book from the shelf and decided to spend any free
time reading it. He had already found transfiguration to be interesting, and
not just because Minerva was teaching it. However, he felt like that becoming
an Animagus was something that he needed to do. It was almost like his very
blood inside was telling him to read the book.
In Neville’s suitcase, there was an identical version to what was inside
Harry’s suitcase in almost every detail, except the types of books that were in
Neville’s library. While Harry’s library contained mostly books concerning the
Dark Arts, Neville’s contained almost the exact opposite. His library had many
books dedicated to Herbiology, Potions, and Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Neville also noticed that he had What Kind of Animagus Are You?, the same book
that Harry was currently holding in his hand at the moment. However, there was
one book that caught both boys’ attention, as it was lying on a table
underneath a lamp.
“Your Inner Core: An Advanced Guide to Elemental Magic.” Neville read out loud
as he picked it up off of the table. Harry stood next to his god-brother as he
opened up to the first page and they both saw a small note written on the back
of the cover.
Neville & Harry,
Sorry, I only had one copy of this book. Please share when either of you need
help with your training.
Thaddeus Flamel
“I wonder why Harry has books on Dark Arts and Neville has books on defending
against them?” Hermione asked as she browsed through Neville’s library. Harry
and Neville looked at each other and wondered the same thing. However, they had
decided that Thaddeus placed different sets of books in each of their libraries
so they both could benefit from the knowledge, and told Hermione the same
thing. They didn’t know if that was true, but for them at the time it seemed
plausible.
Harry and Neville spent as much free time as they had inside their suitcases,
drinking regenerative potions and reading through their books. Most of the
time, they spent their time together in one of their suitcases, reading or
working out in one of their gyms. Even Hermione and the Patil twins joined them
on occasion not only with studying the books in their libraries, but they also
worked out with the boys as well. This surprised Harry, as he discovered that
all three girls were in better shape than he originally believed. Not that he
believed that they were out of shape, mind you, it was simply the fact that
when they worked out, both Harry and Neville found that they were only slightly
ahead of the girls in several areas in training. Even Hermione, who told them
that she only exercised when she needed to, had a slight edge over Padma and
Parvati with the routine that Harry created for everybody.
During the weekends, Harry taught Neville and the girls how to make nutritional
snacks and to cook some decent meals that he learned from his time with the
Dursleys. During the nights, though, he spent with Padma and Parvati in the
master bedroom inside of his suitcase, fucking them constantly until they all
passed out. At times Harry would even summon Divia to join them, thanks to the
special ability of the slave collar, and fuck her in the same manner as her
daughters. Harry had become a much more dominate person to them with each
sexual encounter, going so far as to demanding each of them to make out with
each other. They didn’t mind doing this, though, as all three Patils were happy
to please their master.
The rest of the time at Hogwarts went as normal as possible for Harry. However,
his anger nearly boiled over after his private meeting with Minerva his first
day back. The reason for this was because that Harry had learned that
McGonagall was ordered by Dumbledore to drop any and all investigations
concerning both Neville’s and Harry’s incidents, because Dumbledore himself had
discovered the culprit of both incidents, and would punish this individual
accordingly. When Harry asked her who this person was, Minerva told him that
Dumbledore wouldn’t tell her, informing her that this person wished to remain
anonymous for the time being. This infuriated Harry to the point where the part
of the castle where they were began shaking uncontrollably. Lily was just as
angry, and demanded that McGonagall put Dumbledore in his place and tell him
that both Harry and Neville are in her house and as such she has a right to
know the identity of the perpetrator. McGonagall promised both Harry and Lily
that she would do just that, slightly frightened that Harry was able to make
the room around them shake violently. However, as soon as Harry calmed down and
stopped the shaking, McGonagall got down on her knees and began sucking Harry
off.
About a month later, Dumbledore summoned both Harry and Neville to his office,
and when they got there, they were met by Dumbledore, Snape, McGonagall, Hooch,
and a first-year Slytherin boy named Blaise Zabini. Dumbledore then informed
both Gryffindor boys that Blaise was the one responsible for both incidents
concerning their brooms, which Harry actually scoffed at hearing almost
immediately after. McGonagall asked the Headmaster how Mr. Zabini could jinx
either Neville’s or Harry’s broom without anyone knowing. Dumbledore simply
answered that he knew of the spell from his late father, who was a bit of a
practical joker in his own way. Neville had to ask why this boy wanted to do
this, and Zabini answered in an almost blank expression that he was only
supporting his fellow Housemates by pulling these stunts, and he was sorry that
he didn’t come forward sooner. Lily, who was just as angry as her son, asked
Dumbledore why he didn’t reveal this information to Harry and Neville when he
found out, only to have Dumbledore explain to her that the Zabini family asked
him to keep the matter private to avoid public ridicule. Not believing anything
Dumbledore had said, and not needing to hear any more lies, Harry stormed out
of the room with one loud shout to the entire room: “Bullshit!”
During dinner that very night, Harry was confronted by two other Slytherins,
Tracey Davis and Daphne Greengrass. Harry had already heard rumors about Davis,
Greengrass, and Zabini, and knew that while these two first-year Slytherin
girls were not close to anyone in the castle, those three were the closest
friends inside their House. When the girls reached Harry and his friends, Harry
tried to smile but the ice-cold look on Greengrass’ face forced him to drop it.
“Heir Potter, I am Heir Daphne Greengrass of the Ancient House of Greengrass.”
The tall, slender blonde bowed formally to Harry with a look of complete
seriousness on her face. “This is Tracey Davis, and we apologize for disturbing
you and Heir Longbottom during this time, but we have come to talk to you
concerning our friend, Blaise Zabini. We wish for you to apologize for your
rudeness at him and to forgive him for the incidents against the two of you.”
Harry blinked for a moment and swallowed a bit of his food before answering.
“I’m sorry, but why doesn’t he come up to me and ask me himself? Also, while I
do apologize for being rude, even though I believe that I had a right to be, I
cannot forgive him for something that I know he didn’t do.”
Both Davis and Greengrass looked at each other before turning back to Harry.
“I’m sorry, but are you saying that you believe that Blaise is innocent?” The
shorter blonde Davis asked him.
“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying.” Harry answered, and Neville looked at
the Slytherin girls and nodded his agreement to Harry. “Your friend may have
admitted it, but I sincerely doubt that he could have jinxed both Neville’s and
my brooms without having a sufficient reason for doing so. The only question I
have is why he would willingly take the fall and confess to doing this when he
was clearly in public view during both times and well beyond his current
abilities.”
“Not that Harry is saying that Blaise is bad at magic.” Neville calmly added.
“We just think that somebody else is behind those incidents.”
“It’s more than likely that somebody manipulated your friend into confessing
that he was the culprit.” Hermione told the Slytherin girls. “It has to be
somebody older and far more powerful than any first-year here.”
“Who that is, we don’t know, although we have an idea on who it could be.”
Harry finished explaining to them. “Since we don’t have any proof, I would
rather not say who we suspect. However, if it would ease your mind, then I will
publicly forgive Blaise for what happened, even though he didn’t do it.”
“I will too if it helps.” Neville chimed in as well.
Both Greengrass and Davis smiled at them at that point and nodded their
approval of this idea. “Thank you, Heir Potter and Heir Longbottom. We will
inform Blaise of this and hope we can all resolve this matter as soon as
possible.” Greengrass said with one final bow and she and Davis walked back
over to the Slytherin table.
During that whole exchange, Harry was thankful that Ron had already eaten and
went back up to the common room to study. He was even more thankful when both
he and Neville shook Blaise Zabini’s hand and forgave him for the incidents.
However, Ron did give Harry and Neville hell about being nice to Slytherins
after Seamus told him all about it. Hermione silenced Ron with a stare soon
after, though, and the young red-headed wizard went up to the boys’ dorm with a
loud huff.
Soon after that happened, Padma introduced them to one of her friends in
Ravenclaw: Su Li. This caused Parvati to finally encourage her friend Lavender
Brown to join their group. Lavender was a very bright and spunky girl, always
laughing and smiling at everything Harry said, whether or not it was a joke. Su
was the complete opposite to Lavender; quiet, reserved, and only spoke little
when someone talked to her. Both girls praised Neville’s and Harry’s
intelligence as everyone knew that the boys, along with Hermione, were the top
of their year.
Thanks to all the training Harry was doing, he found that he was getting
slightly better at Quidditch. Everyone cheered him on as he caught the Snitch
in record time against Ravenclaw, even though he could have sworn that their
Seeker, Cho Chang, had pulled back at the last minute to let him get it.
Unfortunately, the same could not be said against Hufflepuff and their Seeker,
Cedric Diggory, as almost a minute after the game began, it ended with Diggory
holding the Snitch proudly above where Dumbledore was sitting. Surprisingly
enough, Harry wasn’t angry at him, for he was clearly the best Quidditch player
in Hogwarts. At least, according to Wood.
“Ever since he started playing,” Wood had told Harry after their loss. “Cedric
has been on a whole other level compared to every player here. It’s like he was
born to play the game.”
The Gryffindor Quidditch team all nodded in agreement, as they all had to deal
with Hufflepuff beating them every year. Wood did admit that at least
Hufflepuff played fair whereas Slytherin always found ways of cheating when
they beat Gryffindor before Harry joined up. Harry quietly vowed to himself
that he would give Diggory a run for his money the next time they played
against each other.
When winter finally ended and spring finally came upon Hogwarts, the students
were all beginning to study harder as the end of term was fast approaching
which meant end of year exams for all students. Harry, Neville, Hermione, and
their friends were less worried about them, as they felt completely prepared
already as they were already top of every class, except Potions of course. This
was definitely because Snape was clearly showing favoritism to Slytherins, most
especially Malfoy. Although Malfoy wasn’t terrible in the class, it was the
fact that Harry and his friends were clearly better. All except for Ron, as he
was now struggling heavily to keep up with Harry, Neville, and Hermione. This
fact was not lost on Hermione, as she ridiculed him at length, which made Ron
work even harder at doing whatever it took to earn Hermione’s forgiveness.
As for Hermione, she had finally discovered who Nicholas Flamel was, and on a
late Saturday afternoon, she had been furiously searching for Harry and
Neville, who had just finished a run around the castle grounds. The boys were
on their way back to the castle when Hermione found them and literally dragged
them both to the library. Harry had asked her why she was rushing them to the
library, and it was just outside of it that she gave both Harry and Neville an
evil look.
“You both know, don’t you?” Hermione asked in an angry tone. “Your friend, Mr.
Prendergast, and the Philosopher’s Stone?”
Harry and Neville were silent, looking at each other and Hermione, fearful at
what she had learned. With an angry huff, she grabbed both of them again and
pulled them through the door. Inside the library, she pulled them to a large
table where Ron had his head buried in a book next to even a larger, thicker
one. Harry looked at this very large book and tried placing where it would have
gone on the shelves. However, Neville actually asked.
“Where did you find this book, Hermione?” Neville looked at her as she forced
him and Harry to sit down across where Ron was sitting, or more like sleeping
as they heard Ron’s heavy breathing. “I don’t remember seeing this book in
here.”
“Neither have I, but I saw it lying over on one of the end tables this morning,
and decided to pick it up to do a little light reading.” Hermione said as she
sat down in front of the book. She then glanced over at Ron and slapped the
back of his head, waking him up with a startled look. As Ron gave her a
frightened look, Hermione began to read aloud: “Nicholas Flamel, a world-
renowned alchemist, is the only known creator of the Philosopher’s Stone. Also
known as the Sorcerer’s Stone in certain minor places, it is a stone of
astonishing power, as it can turn any metal into pure gold just by touching it,
and can be also used to create the Elixir of Life, which can make any drinker
immortal.
“There have been many rumors over the Philosopher’s Stone over the centuries,
but the only stone in existence currently belongs to Mr. Nicholas Flamel, who
as of this writing, recently celebrated his six hundred and sixty-fifth
birthday. Unfortunately, there has been no public sighting or communication
with Mr. Flamel, nor his wife Perenelle, since the defeat of Gellert
Grindelwald by Albus Dumbledore in 1945. The most recent picture of him and his
family was taken in Dublin, Ireland in 1905.” Hermione flipped the book around
for Harry and Neville and pointed to a picture below the writing. Both boys saw
a group of men, women, and children smiling and waving with two white-haired
people in the middle. Harry and Neville clearly knew that these two people were
Nicholas and Perenelle Flamel, even though they themselves have never met the
two. However, at the far left of where they were standing, stood Thaddeus,
smiling and waving along with his adopted family. At that moment, Hermione
placed her finger on top of Thaddeus’ face.
“That’s you friend, Mr. Prendergast, isn’t it?” Hermione angrily whispered at
the both of them. “He’s a Flamel. Why didn’t you two tell me?”
Ron had become very interested at that point and was smiling at the fact that
Hermione was angry at somebody other than him. Neville and Harry looked at each
other for a moment and decided to tell her the truth as best they could.
“He’s the adopted son of Nicholas and Perenelle Flamel.” Harry quietly told
her, trying to calm her down. “He trying to protect the location of his family,
so he refers to himself as his birth name: Thaddeus Matthew Prendergast.”
“Why is he here, then?” Hermione asked, her anger ebbing slightly.
“He’s kind of our mentor.” Neville answered. “We met him when we were seven,
shortly after that earthquake. He’s been helping us ever since then, although
Harry received more help at first.”
“Not to change the subject,” Lily said to them, which caused all four of them
to jump out of their seats. “But I like to know how that book got here.”
“Blimey Mum, you really scared me there.” Harry gasped, holding his chest. “I
forgot you were here.”
“But you do have a good point, Mrs. Potter.” Hermione said thoughtfully. “I
already asked the librarian, and she told me that she never seen this book here
before. It almost looks like someone is trying to tell us that the
Philosopher’s Stone is here in Hogwarts.”
Harry, Neville, and Lily looked at Hermione shocked at her knowing that the
stone was here. Hermione smiled at their expressions and began to explain.
“Honestly, did you think that I wouldn’t figure it out after this book? After
Halloween, I suspected Professor Snape let in that troll that night so he could
access the third-floor corridor, where he got himself bit by Hagrid’s pet. Then
he jinxed your broom, Harry, during your first Quidditch match, which I think
was because you killed the troll and showed everyone how powerful you are. The
only problem I have is that he is a Hogwarts teacher, which means that he
should already know how to get to the stone without doing all of this, right?
So why is he doing all of this?”
Harry had one idea: Dumbledore. “I believe Snape is acting on Dumbledore’s
behest.” Harry said silently to them. “I can’t prove it, or even figure out why
he would want to do this, but somehow it seems to fit for me.”
“I think we should go see Hagrid.” Hermione nearly exclaimed out loud as she
stood up and gathered her things. Harry and Neville looked at her bewildered at
this sudden suggestion. Hermione realized this and explained. “I know that it’s
getting dark, but Hagrid knows about the stone already as he leant Dumbledore
his pet; the same pet that bit Snape on Halloween. He must know why the stone
is here and what Professor Dumbledore is doing with it.”
“Alright Hermione,” Harry said as they got up, and with a nod, convinced
Neville to take the book. “However, I don’t think Hagrid will be very helpful.
He only does what Dumbledore asks of him and he absolutely trusts the
headmaster no matter what anyone says. He might let something slip though, as
he can’t really keep his mouth shut for very long.”
“Can I come too?” Ron asked, practically begging Hermione with tears in his
eyes. Hermione sighed and nodded to the red-head and he silently cheered as he
left his books on the table and headed out of the door. Hermione nearly turned
a brighter shade of red as she picked up Ron’s books and followed him out of
the library. Harry. Neville, and Lily were the last ones to leave as Harry had
a sinking feeling that this wasn’t going to end well for the four of them.
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Just After Sunset-Hagrid’s Hut
The four Gryffindors were standing just outside of Hagrid’s front door as
Hermione knocked loudly against the thick hard wood. Lily was standing just
behind the four as they waited for Hagrid to open the door. “Just a moment!”
Hagrid shouted almost frantically as they all heard the large man moving around
and metal banging against him. Several moments later, though, Hagrid opened the
door and looked at the four children at his doorstep, saying: “Sorry, don’t
wish to be rude, but I’m in no mood to be entertaining tonight.”
“Hagrid, we know about the Philosopher’s Stone.” Hermione exclaimed, trying to
stop the large door from closing on her. Hagrid, upon hearing this, frowned and
relented, allowing the Gryffindors inside. Once there, Hermione sat down on the
large recliner as the three boys sat on a bench against the wall. “We think
Professor Snape wants to steal it.”
“You’re still on ‘bout that.” Hagrid said to her as he glanced over to his
fireplace. Harry noticed this and noticed that a large pot was steaming as a
burning fire was blazing underneath it. Harry didn’t think this was abnormal,
but Hagrid was looking mighty suspicious as he nervously kept glancing at it.
“Professor Snape is a Hogwarts teacher, not t’ mention that he’s one of
teachers protectin’ the stone. He’s not ‘bout to steal it.”
“One of the teachers?” Ron asked, almost absentmindedly as he too was looking
at the rattling pot that had Hagrid’s attention.
“There are spells and enchantments protecting the stone, Ronald.” Hermione
answered, almost exasperated at him asking such a thing.
“Wais’ of bloody time, if you as’ me.” Hagrid smiled at himself proudly and
stated. “Nobody getting past Fluffy. Not a soul knows how, ‘xcept for me an’
Dumbledore. But I shouldn’ have tol’ you that. I shouldn’ have tol’ you tha’.”
Just then, the rattling in the pot became louder and faster as Hagrid
immediately put on two pot-holders and took one large step over to the
fireplace. At the moment that Hagrid placed his hands in the burning pot,
everyone was curiously interested in what Hagrid was doing, including Lily. All
of their eyes widened as Hagrid pulled a round-shaped something out of the pot
and very carefully carried it over to his dining table. Once he placed the item
on the table, the four Gryffindors gathered around Hagrid as Lily instantly
recognized what it was.
“It’s a dragon egg.” Lily told her son, her eyes just as wide as the
children’s. “How did Hagrid get one?”
“A dragon egg?” Harry looked at the oval-shaped, slightly black-colored egg and
asked out loud.
“Not just any dragon egg, Harry.” Ron exclaimed as he almost drooled at staring
at the egg. “That’s a Norwegian Ridgeback! My brother Charlie studies dragons
up in Romania. He even taught my family how to recognize different dragon eggs.
My sister Ginny and I even found one not too far from where we live last year.
That one was only a Swedish Shortsnout though.”
Hagrid nodded at Ron with a smile as the others looked at him with surprise.
After a moment, Neville looked at Hagrid and asked: “Where did you get it?”
“I won it.” Hagrid told him. “Last night I went down to the pub in the village
and met a stranger down there. Offered the egg in a game of poker and asked me
what kind of pets I keep.”
At that moment, a crack in the egg appeared and everyone became quiet as the
tiny dragon cracked open its shell and emerged from the egg. The jet-black
dragon flopped around out of its egg and used its wings to try to stand up.
Hagrid tearfully chuckled at seeing the baby dragon as if it was his own child.
The dragon turned to face Hagrid and sneezed, letting out a tiny fireball,
singing Hagrid’s beard. While Hagrid patted down his singed beard, the dragon
gave out a tiny little chirp.
“Oh, bless him, he knows his mommy.” Hagrid cheerfully said. “Don’t you,
Norbert?”
“Norbert?” Neville curiously looked at Hagrid.
“Well, he’s got to have a name now, don’t he?” Hagrid responded. “He’s needs a
little bit of training, but he’ll be just as safe as any of my other pets.”
“Hagrid, about this stranger.” Harry looked at the large man. “You said he was
interested in what kind of pets you have. Did you say anything about Fluffy?”
“Of course, I mentioned Fluffy.” Hagrid told Harry. “I mean, how often do you
come across a Cerebus, even if you’re in the trade?”
“Wait a minute!” Hermione exclaimed in shock. “Fluffy’s a three-headed dog?”
“Dear me, of course ‘ermione.” Hagrid chuckled at her, before turning back to
Harry. “’owever, I tol’ him, this stranger, the trick with any beas’ is knowin’
how to ‘alm them. Take Fluffy for ‘xample; just play ‘im a ‘it of music, and
he’ll ‘all right t’ sleep.”
A crowded gasp went through everyone there, as Hagrid suddenly realized his
massive mistake. “I shouldn’ have ‘old you ‘hat.”
At that moment, they all heard a noise just outside Hagrid’s small window. They
all looked through it and Harry instantly recognized the light-blonde hair of a
boy running back towards the castle.
“Malfoy.”
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Shortly after dinner-Potion’s Class
Harry had never seen the Potion’s master smile before, but now as he, Neville,
Hermione, and Ron all stood in front of his desk, he had now wished that he
never had. When they entered the castle earlier before dinner, Snape was
standing right in front of the Great Hall with Malfoy right next to him, both
wearing the smuggest grins that Harry had ever seen. Snape didn’t waste any
time as he informed the four Gryffindors that they were out after nightfall and
that they were to report to the Potion’s classroom after dinner for punishment.
During dinner, Harry had tried to get McGonagall involved, hoping that she
lessen the punishment that he believed Snape would inflict upon them. However,
she told him that as Snape was the one who caught them, it was his right to
punish them for their rule-breaking, much like his right to do so in his own
class. She also told him that unless overruled by the headmaster, all
punishments are final.
Lily herself had never seen her former friend like this. While she knew that he
might’ve done horrible things while he served Voldemort, it seemed to her that
Snape wasn’t taking a gentle approach with them. She wanted to try to talk to
him, but after this year so far, she knew that if she tried, Snape was going to
continue ignoring her as if she wasn’t even there.
“Well, well. I must say I have been expecting this, Potter.” Snape looked down
upon all four of them, his sneering smile covering half of his face. “You’re
just like your father and his friends. Always thinking that the castle and the
grounds were theirs.”
“They did not!” Lily protested. “They were rule-breakers, but they always
respected Hogwarts and the grounds around it.”
Snape glanced in Lily’s direction for a moment, but continued ignoring her as
he turned back to the children. “Unless you are with a teacher, no one is
allowed to be outside the castle walls after nightfall. So, to ensure that is
does not occur, a hundred points each will be taken from Gryffindor because of
this, and all four of you will be given detention. Mr. Filch will be the one
who decides when and where you will serve your detention. Now, back to your
common room before I think of something else to deduct more points for.”
Both Ron and Neville were halfway to the door at that point, but Harry and
Hermione stood firm at Snape’s desk. “Excuse me, but why isn’t Malfoy being
punished?” Harry asked the Potions master. Snape instantly frowned back to his
usual manor at hearing the tone in Harry’s voice. Even Hermione shot Harry a
quick look at Harry for his disrespectful tone.
“Mr. Malfoy has already been dealt with, Potter.” Snape answered him. “As he
was the one who reported that the four of you were outside of the castle after
hours, as well as reporting that our unkempt gamekeeper has a dragon in his
possession, I have decided that he should be rewarded for reporting these
infractions. As for that oaf, be assured that I will be reporting him to the
Ministry myself about this. Is there anything else, Potter? Or should I deduct
more points?”
“That won’t be necessary, Severus.” Dumbledore said as the door to the
classroom opened widely, revealing the headmaster standing there. “While I
can’t prevent you for giving the children the punishments they deserve, Rubeus
Hagrid is solely my responsibility as headmaster of this school. As such, there
will be no need to involve the Ministry of this matter until I talk to Hagrid
myself.”
Lily frowned intently as she wondered how much Dumbledore knew about this, and
decided to ask him. “Excuse me, Albus, but what is your intention in dealing
with Hagrid?”
“Well, Hagrid has always been into creatures that he sees as misunderstood.”
Dumbledore slightly chuckled at Lily. “In fact, I do seem to recall him
mentioning how he would like to raise a dragon. However, as he is aware, owning
dragons is forbidden by Wizarding Law by the Ministry, so I will be having a
very long talk with our gamekeeper and send and owl to the dragon reserve in
Romania to take possession of the baby dragon. Hmm…I do seem to recall that
your brother Charlie is studying dragons there, isn’t that so, Mr. Weasley?”
Ron smiled and nodded at hearing his brother’s name, but Hermione stepped
forward to the headmaster with a look of frustration on her face. “Excuse me,
Professor, but I think you should know that Hagrid got that egg from a stranger
he met in the village.”
“Thank you, Miss Granger, but I can assure you that I will handle it from
here.” Dumbledore said to her before looking at all four of them. “Now, I
suggest that you all go back to Gryffindor tower and prepare for bed. Pip pip.”
Ron, Hermione, and Neville left the Potions classroom nodding to Dumbledore as
they passed him. Harry, however, walked up to the man and looked right at him
with an intense frown. He knew that Dumbledore had something to do with how the
day went, even though Harry couldn’t prove it. Dumbledore was up to something,
and it had to do with the Philosopher’s Stone.
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A week later-Just outside the Forbidden Forest
The four Gryffindors were walking out of the castle following Argus Filch
towards Hagrid’s hut very late at night. They were left a note by Professor
McGonagall that very morning informing them that Filch would be picking them up
for their detention at eleven o’clock that evening. When Filch picked them up,
he had a weird smile on his face and led them out of the common room to the
castle doors. From there, they heard the caretaker grunt a chuckle as they
walked through the grounds and towards Hagrid’s hut.
“I miss the old days,” Filch said as they walked. “Used to be detention meant
to have you hanging upside down in the dungeons. God, I miss the screaming.”
The Gryffindors shuddered as they continued walking towards Hagrid’s hut and
the forest behind it. Even though she was still a ghost, Lily shuddered as well
as she remembered how much Argus Filch enjoyed punishing any wrongdoing to
Hogwarts. As they were finally reaching Hagrid, who was strapping on a crossbow
to his leg, Lily was somewhat glad that Filch was taking them to Hagrid.
“You’ll be serving detention with Hagrid tonight.” Filch told them, stopping in
front of the large man. “He’s got a little job to do in the Forbidden Forest.”
Hagrid sniffled a bit while looking at the four Gryffindors who stood in front
of him. At that moment, Fang, Hagrid’s large old bloodhound, lumbered out of
the hut and went to Hagrid’s side, groaning tiredly at being up at this time of
night. Hagrid smiled and nodded at them, still stifling at losing Nobert, as
Charlie Weasley personally picked up the dragon from Hagrid the other night and
took him to Romania.
“Dear God man, you’re not still on about that dragon, are you?” Filch looked at
Hagrid with a bit of disgust. “Pull yourself together. You’re going into the
Forest after all. You’ve got to have your wits about you.”
“You’re joking, aren’t you?” Ron asked timidly as he looked towards the forest.
“I thought students weren’t allowed. I mean, there are werewolves in there as
well as other things.”
“Oh, you can be sure of worse things in there, I can guarantee you of that.”
Filch looked down at the young red-head and smiled a toothy grin. He then
looked at all four of them and said: “I’ll be back to pick you all up in the
morning. Whoever’s left, that is. Nighty-night.”
They all heard Filch chuckle as he headed back towards the castle. However,
Harry kept his attention on Hagrid, who was picking up a large lantern as began
motioning the four Gryffindors toward the forest. “Right then, let’s go.”
A few moments later, Harry felt his heart beating faster as they walked through
a shallow path in the dense forest. In a weird way, he wasn’t frightened at
being in a dangerous place. He felt excited at the prospect of coming across
the dangerous creatures that called the Forbidden Forest home. It was the same
kind of excitement he felt when he faced and killed the troll on Halloween.
Harry couldn’t explain why he felt like this, but he knew he liked it. However,
he was also worried about the Philosopher’s Stone, as Hagrid had let it be
known how to get past Fluffy. If that stranger was Snape, then Harry suspected
that it would be only a matter of time before he would find a way past the
other defenses that the other teachers had set up. Harry believed that Snape
already figured out what Quirrell did to protect the stone, as the Dark Arts
teacher was seen with Snape recently discussing something that Harry couldn’t
overhear. Snape was smart, and Harry believed that the Potions Master would
have the stone in his possession by the time the term was over.
Hagrid had led them to a small clearing, where the four first-year children saw
a thick, silver fluid pool of something on the ground before them. Lily
instantly gasped as she recognized what she saw. “Unicorn blood.” She said as
Hagrid knelt next to it and dipped two fingers into it cautiously. Before Harry
could look at his mother and ask her how she knew this, Hagrid grabbed his, and
everyone’s attention.
“See this? Unicorn blood, this is.” Hagrid told the four of them. “Now, I found
one dead ‘bout a week ago, it’s blood drained from the poor thing. ‘his one
here has been hurt bad by something, so it’s our job to find and help the poor
beast. So, Ron and Hermione, you’ll come with me, and ‘arry, since I know that
Lily is with you at all times, you and Neville will follow her as she should
remember a bit about the forest. You two be careful, you here. If you find the
unicorn, or the monster that been attacking them, do not engage. Shoot red
sparks from your wand, and I’ll come running. You two should take Fang as well,
but I should tell you that he’s a bloody coward.”
Harry silently chuckled as he and Neville wished their friends good luck and
Lily gestured her son to follow her. Neville was slightly frightened at walking
through the dark dense forest behind Harry, who was communicating with both
Lily and him to make sure Neville knew what the plan was. Lily was a little
warry as she was trying to take a safe path through the forest and hoping that
they weren’t going to find anything. Harry, however, was excited at the
prospect of encountering some kind of action in the forest. About an hour
later, after walking into a large clearing, Harry got his wish.
Lily cussed at herself silently as both boys came upon the white unicorn lying
dead a few feet away from them with a hooded figure leaned over its neck with
the look of drinking its blood. Harry instantly hissed in pain as he grabbed
his head where his lightning shaped scar was located, and the hooded figure
lifted his head to look at the two children that faced him. Lily felt a cold
chill run through her ghostly body as Harry nearly dropped to his knees
screaming in pain. Neville, quickly realized the danger and pointed his wand up
in the air and shot red sparks from his wand. Fang was true to Hagrid’s word as
he ran away quicker than any bloodhound younger than he was could run. Lily
tried to pull Harry back to his feet, and slowly Harry was able to, but the
pain was getting worse as the cloaked figure was now flying towards them at
breakneck speed. Neville, mostly on pure instinct Harry had to figure, summoned
his air power and with one hard push of his hand, caused the figure to be
pushed back by a sheer gust of wind. However, about twenty feet away, the
figure managed to stop himself and tried charging again, however this time
Harry had summoned a rock wall to block the figure’s path to them.
Unfortunately, the figure was much stronger as he drilled a hole into the wall
and charged for the boys again. Both Harry and Neville readied themselves for
what was about to happen, but at that moment, several dark figures charged into
the clearing and put themselves between the boys and the cloaked figure. After
a moment, Lily recognized the creatures who began to chase the cloaked figure
away and told Harry.
“They’re centaurs, Harry. They’re proud warriors who rely on honor and a fierce
sense of moral codes that dictate their actions. They’re also very territorial
and focus much of their time on trying to read the stars and planets above
during the night.”
Harry sighed as the pain in his scar receded while the Cloaked figure
disappeared into the forest with the centaurs following him. However, two male
centaurs stayed behind as they turned towards the two boys and approached them.
“Harry Potter and Neville Longbottom.” The elder centaur said to them. “I am
Bane, leader of my tribe, and this is Firenze, my most trusted scout. You two
should not be in the forest at this time.”
Both boys decided to bow in respect, as they knew that these two saved them
from that figure. After Harry raised himself, he had to ask: “Why? Is it
because of whoever that was?”
Firenze turned and kneeled in front of the slain unicorn. “Yes.” The muscular
centaur answered him. “It is a terrible crime to slay a unicorn. Drinking a
unicorn’s blood will keep you alive even if you are an inch away from death,
but at a terrible cost. For once you have killed something so pure, you will
have a cursed life. We only know of one dark individual who would have dared to
do such a thing.”
“Are you saying what I think you are saying?” Neville asked.
Both centaurs nodded, but it was Harry who said that individuals name.
“Voldemort.”
Bane leaned in closer to both boys and whispered: “Do you both know what is
hidden in the castle at this moment?”
Both boys nodded as the sound of Hagrid’s feet came to a stop behind them. “Oh,
thank goodness. ‘ello Bane. ‘ello Firenze. I thank you for protecting these
two.”
Bane solemnly nodded as Firenze picked up the dead unicorn up with his massive
arms and propped it on his backside. Bane gave one final look to both boys
before leaving and said one last thing: “Harry Potter and Neville Longbottom,
your destinies are entwined with one another. However, you are both safe now,
so I bid thee good luck and ask you all to vacate my forest at once.”
With that, Bane and Firenze went back through the forest and disappeared from
sight. Harry looked at his god-brother and his mother afterward and knew that
he had one choice left.
He was going after the Philosopher’s Stone.
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***** Chapter 12: The Stone of Flamel Part 8: The Philosopher's Stone *****
Chapter Summary
     Harry/McGonagall/Lily/ Hooch/Pomfrey
The Corruption of Lily Potter
Chapter 12
The Stone of Flamel: Part 8
(The Philosopher’s Stone)
Warning: Lemons
The Next Morning-Gryffindor Common Room
“I’m with you, Harry.” Neville practically shouted to his god-brother, even
though he very tired from the night before. Harry was standing and smiling next
to his god-brother next to the fireplace in the common room. Harry had just
laid out his plan for going after the Philosopher’s Stone after they got back
inside the castle to Neville and Hermione. Ron, who was tired from walking
around all night, went straight to his four-poster bed without another word to
anyone. Hermione frowned intently as she was shaking her head negatively at
both boys, not liking the idea Harry had come up with.
“For a brilliant wizard, Harry, that’s completely idiotic.” Hermione told him,
crossing her arms against her chest as she looked at them while sitting on the
couch. “Some of the smartest witches and wizards alive today have placed
protections to guard against anyone getting the stone. The three of us may be
at the top of our year; do you honestly believe that the three of us will be
able to get through all of that to beat Snape to the stone? Not to mention that
we still have to get past Hagrid’s Cerebus Fluffy first.”
“I have an idea about that, Hermione.” Harry responded. “I remember seeing a
flute inside the Patil house when I visited them during Christmas. All I need
to do is summon Divia here and ask her to bring the flute to me before we leave
tonight.”
“Do you even know how to play a flute?” Hermione glared at her friend.
“I do, Hermione.” Neville said to her. “I played one during primary school. I’m
not very good, though, and I only remember one song.”
“I have to ask; what song?” Harry looked at his god-brother and smiled.
“Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star.” Neville smiled meekly as Harry and Hermione
chuckled after hearing that. Even Lily had to smile after hearing that.
However, another thought came to Hermione at that moment.
“Harry, how are we going to get to the third-floor corridor without being
seen?” Hermione asked him, giving a quick glance to Lily. “No offence, but your
mother is also a problem, because if anyone sees her floating around away from
the tower, they’ll know that you’re out of bed.”
Harry looked at Lily and frowned as Hermione had a good point. Neville nodded
in agreement and said: “That’s a good point, Harry.”
“Well, my invisibility cloak should cover the three of us until we get to the
place where we won’t need it.” Harry said thoughtfully, looking at his mother
and wondered about how she could get through the castle unseen. “Mum, other
than floating between walls, I have no idea how we’re going to get past the
prefects or teachers patrolling the castle at night.”
“I have several ideas about that.” Lily answered her son. While she was
slightly against Harry going after the Philosopher’s Stone, she also knew that
at this point there was no stopping him from going after it. And, to tell the
truth, she wanted him to go after it as well, especially after what happen last
night. “Instead of me floating through the walls, I can either float through
the floor, or fly high above the ceiling. I’m less likely to be seen by anyone
in those places, but there is a chance that the ghosts might see me as they
instill the same methods to catch children out of bed. However, there is
another idea I have, but there are some complications with trying it.”
“What is it, Mum?” Harry asked her, the three of them clearly interested in
what her idea was.
“Well, it’s something that normally I wouldn’t have brought up because I really
don’t know if it’s even possible yet.” Lily explained to them. “I can possess
either Neville or Hermione for a short time while we walk to the third-floor
corridor. It’s not something I recommend, though, as I know it can be seriously
dangerous.”
“Hmm, interesting idea, Mrs. Potter.” Hermione said as she placed one of her
hands on her chin. “I think that there’s a book in the library about it. I’ll
check it out and read as much as I can about it. No offense, Neville, but if
she tries this, then it’s going to be with me. It’s better as we’re both female
and we have common traits with one another.”
“None taken, Hermione, as I wasn’t looking forward to the idea of having my
godmother possessing me.” Neville smiled meekly at both Hermione and Lily.
“Are you two sure about this?” Harry asked Hermione and his mother. “If you
both try this, who knows what’ll happen. I’d rather play it smart and go slowly
to the third-floor corridor, hiding you, Mum, until the coast is clear.”
“You have a point, Harry, but based on the fact that we don’t know when Snape
could go after the stone, I think it’s a chance we have to take.” Hermione said
to him, smiling at Lily. “However, if we can’t do it, then we’ll go slow.”
“I think it’s best to try it a few times before we go tonight.” Lily said to
Hermione. “After you get the book from the library, I’ll read it with you over
your shoulder, if you don’t mind. That way, we should both be prepared for when
we try it later tonight.”
“Alright, Hermione you can get the book, but before you do that, I need you to
talk to Professor Flitwick and see if you can find out what kind of protection
he set up for the Philosopher’s Stone.” Harry told her, and then turned to
Neville. “Neville, you should talk to Professor Sprout and ask her the same
thing. Seeing as these two sees us as three of their favorites, you two might
have a chance in finding out what they had set up. As for me, I’m going to see
Professor McGonagall.”
Lily had a seductive smirk on her face; one that Harry secretly sent her back
as they knew what was going to happen when they got there. Hermione looked at
the two of them kind of strangely after that, but nodded and smiled as Neville
did the same.
“We should get a little bit of sleep before we do that, though.” Neville said,
yawning for a short time after. “We were up the entire night last night, after
all, and we’re more than likely going to be up tonight as well. I do have one
last question, Harry: What are we going to do if Snape already has the stone,
or if he’s waiting for us down there?”
“I don’t know yet, Neville.” Harry answered after a moment, thinking about the
matter while he did so. “If we try to take him on, there’s little that we can
do to beat him, even as powerful as we both are. We may not have much of a
choice if we find him down there, though, so let’s all think about it and hope
one of us will come up with something.”
Hermione and Neville both nodded in agreement and quietly wished each other
luck as they turned towards their respective dorms to get some sleep. Harry
looked around the common room, feeling a sense of uneasiness that he couldn’t
shake as he walked up the stairs to his four-poster bed. Lily stayed in the
common room and as she watched her son go up the stairs, she felt the same
sense of uneasiness, and as she lowered her eyes from the top of the stairs,
she came upon a mirror placed in a remote place that nobody really looks at;
with a collection of paintings with people moving in and out between them. What
shook her at that moment was the fact that she could have sworn she saw someone
inside the mirror with a smile on his face: Dumbledore.
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Early Afternoon-McGonagall’s office
Harry entered Professor McGonagall’s office after getting a restless nap in
him. Harry had a hard time sleeping after talking with Hermione, Neville, and
his mother. The reason for it was that Harry was still thinking about how they
were going to get the Philosopher’s Stone. Even if they were successful in
getting the information that they needed from Professors McGonagall, Flitwick,
and Sprout, and then finding a way to get to the third-floor corridor without
Lily being detected, they still had to get through the other protections that
the stone had, as well as the Mirror of Erised that the stone was hidden in. As
much as Harry hated Dumbledore, he had to admit at the genius of that idea,
although after what his mother just told him about the mirror in the common
room, he was beginning to think that he was walking into a trap.
“Hello, Harry. Hello Lily.” Minerva smiled as she stood up from behind her
desk. As Harry closed and locked the door to her office, she grabbed her wand
and quickly removed her magic glamour. “I wasn’t expecting to see you two
today. After you served detention last night, I expected not to see you until
tonight. Is there something wrong, or did you come here to have some fun?”
“Well, I suspect it’s both, Minerva.” Lily smiled, following Harry as he walked
over to Minerva’s desk. While Harry had visited Minerva before here many times,
taking in the room that was the Deputy Headmistress’ office was still
breathtaking. While Minerva’s desk, office chairs, end tables and table lamps
were and might be the only thing one would notice, behind a large red silk
curtain with the Gryffindor emblem emblazed upon it, was what both Lily and
Harry could only compare to either an expensive hotel suite, or some rich
person’s luxury condo. Wizard style, of course, as there was no TV nor any sort
of modern muggle technology inside, but she did have a luxury couch and sofa,
dining table, a large bookshelf that Hermione would have drooled over, a
Pensieve, which Lily told Harry was for looking into memories from anyone’s
past, and a massive king-size bed. However, while Harry did see it, he and
Minerva had kept their sexual activities either in her classroom or the part of
her office that they were actually in. Today, however, Lily had a feeling that
Harry was going to use that bed.
“Minerva, I’m afraid that I have to reveal that I know about the Philosopher’s
Stone and I believe that someone is going to steal it.” Harry stood in front of
her desk and told her. As soon as Harry said that, Minerva’s smile turned into
an intense frown. Both Harry and Lily understood why she was crossing her arms
at this point and looking very upset with both of them.
“Listen, both of you,” Minerva said in a somewhat harsh tone. “I don’t know how
you found out about the Philosopher’s Stone, but I can assure you that the
stone is well protected. Now, I beg of you Harry, please drop the subject.”
“I’m afraid we can’t, Minerva.” Harry said to her, grabbing a stack of
parchment that was on top of Minerva’s desk and threw it over to the floor.
Minerva gasped, shocked at Harry’s sudden boldness as Harry jumped on the desk
and sat right down in front of Minerva. She tried to step back, but as Harry
grabbed her arm, she relented as Harry pulled her into a deep, long kiss. While
Harry’s and Minerva’s tongues played with each other, Lily walked over to
Minerva’s side and seductively whispered into her ear.
“We need to know what protection that you set up for the stone.” Lily said to
her, breathing heavily into her ear. “If you tell Harry, then he’ll fuck you
right here and now, Minerva. I know that you’ve been secretly hoping for that
ever since you first touched Harry’s cock. Come on, Minerva, doesn’t your pussy
want to taste Harry’s manhood?”
Minerva pulled away from Harry, purring softly as she looked at Lily with
lustful eyes. However, she still shook her head, slowly mouthing the word ‘No’
to her before turning her attention back to Harry. Harry had removed his hands
from her at that point and began unbuttoning his trousers.
“Strip, Minerva.” Harry told her with fierceness as he pulled out his six-inch
cock from out of his pants. Minerva was shocked even further at hearing the
tone in Harry’s voice, as every time they had these secret sessions, Harry’s
tone was more suggestive than anything else. Today, Harry was flat out telling
her with a domineering tone, and what surprised her was that she liked it.
Minerva began removing her green robes and green dress, revealing her
attractive, thirty-something figure to Harry and Lily once again. She left her
clothes on the floor and tried to kneel down in front of Harry, hungrily eyeing
his dick and licking her lips seductively. However, Harry had other ideas as he
jumped off the desk and began stripping off his clothes as well. Minerva rose
to her feet, looking quizzically at the young wizard, wondering what Harry was
planning.
“Oh, you’re not sucking my cock yet, Minerva.” Harry told her with a seductive
smile on his face as he finished undressing. Then, as Lily kneeled down in
front of Harry, he told her: “Get on the desk and play with yourself while
watching me fuck my mother’s face.”
Pouting a bit, Minerva sat down on top of her desk and obediently spread her
legs in front of Harry. Harry smiled as Lily took her son’s cock into her
ghostly mouth and shuddered slightly as he felt the chillness of his mother’s
blowjob. Minerva moaned as she watched this happening while her left hand
kneaded her breast as her right hand was fiercely rubbing her vagina and clit.
Harry grabbed Lily’s ghostly red hair and thrusted his hips into her mouth
harder and faster, causing Lily to moan even louder as she was masturbating
herself and rolling her eyes in pleasure. Minerva had placed two of her fingers
inside of her pussy and was fucking herself with passion as she moaned louder
and began panting heavily. Harry watched Minerva closely, and after several
minutes, her body began tensing up and Harry knew that she was approaching her
orgasm. At that moment, Harry pulled away from Lily and pointed his throbbing
member at Minerva’s pussy.
“Stop masturbating, Minerva.” Harry told her as he licked his lips and stroked
his cock. Minerva groaned painfully as she pulled her hand away from her pussy
as she knew that she was on the brink of orgasm. At that point, she looked at
Harry and his throbbing cock longingly as Lily crawled next to Harry, pouting
that she didn’t get to feel Harry orgasm inside of her ghostly mouth. Harry
smiled and waited for Minerva’s excitement to ebb away until she started
breathing normally. When that happened, Harry released his cock and grabbed
both of Minerva’s legs as he bent down and placed his mouth on her pussy.
Minerva gasped as she felt Harry’s tongue enter her pussy and began lapping up
the wet juices inside. She laid back against the desk and closed her eyes,
enjoying the feeling of Harry’s tongue fucking her cunt. Lily licked her lips
as she started masturbating again, moving closer to the desk and standing back
up to grant her a better view of what her son was doing. Minerva grabbed
Harry’s head as she nearly growled from feeling her orgasm building up again,
with Harry using his tongue expertly against his Transfiguration teacher. Lily
herself felt her own orgasm growing, but right before she and Minerva came,
Harry pulled his tongue out of Minerva’s pussy and yanked his head away from
her crotch. A near sadistic smile emerged on Harry’s face as he watched Minerva
painfully calm down from her sexual height as her orgasm faded once again. Lily
had stopped masturbating as well, not because Harry wanted her to stop, but
because she wanted to relish seeing Minerva in this state and wanted to feel
the same amount of frustration that was now on Minerva’s sweaty face.
“The only way I am going to let you cum is with my cock in your pussy,
Minerva.” Harry told her, placing his right hand on top of her cunt. “And the
only way I’m going to put my cock in your pussy is after you tell me what
protections you placed for the Philosopher’s Stone. So, Minerva, how much
longer can you last?”
With that, Harry inserted two of his fingers into her pussy and slowly began to
fuck her as he used his thumb to rub her clit. Minerva tearfully began moaning
and panting again as she felt immense pleasure from Harry’s fingers. She knew
that Harry was torturing her with this, but as a respected professor here at
Hogwarts, she wasn’t going to give Harry what he wanted. However, as Harry
moved closer and bent his head over her chest, kissing and sucking one of her
nipples, she knew if he kept this up, sexually torturing her this way, she
would eventually tell him what he wanted to know. To tell the truth, Minerva
felt an undeniable urge to be dominated by Harry, not just to be fucked by him.
While it was true that Minerva was the one who instigated this whole scenario,
she knew now that Harry was the one controlling her, not the other way around.
As she felt her orgasm once again rise, she couldn’t resist the need to scream
out and tell him.
“Oh Merlin! I’m going to cum! I’m going to…” Minerva screamed loudly and as she
began, Harry pulled his hand away from her pussy and lifted his head up from
her chest. Harry smiled sadistically again as he pushed her to the brink again
without taking her over. Minerva was now clearly sobbing as her orgasm
dissipated for the third time, looking up at Harry and begging him with her
tearful eyes. “Please Mas…Harry, I mean Harry, please let me cum! You know I
can’t reveal to you about the stone’s protections, I am a Hogwarts teacher
after all! I am also a woman, though, and I have needs, so please fuck me with
your manhood and make me cum!”
Both Harry and Lily noticed Minerva’s slip at nearly calling Harry Master, and
as Harry resumed his attack on her pussy, it was Lily who bent over to
Minerva’s ear, breathing heavily as she did so.
“Did you try to refer to Harry as your master?” Lily seductively asked, rubbing
her crotch vigorously and panting heavily. Minerva could only moan as she was
being finger-fucked by the young wizard, so Lily continued whispering into
Minerva’s ear. “You want Harry to be your master, don’t you Minerva? You want
to submit to him and let him control you like he’s doing now, a true Alpha
male. If that’s the case, then why don’t you just tell Harry what protection
you gave to the stone.”
“No! I can’t!” Minerva screamed as she shook her head fiercely. “I’m a Hogwarts
teacher! I’m the Head of Gryffindor House as well as the Deputy Headmistress of
the school! It’s my responsibility to protect you from what’s down there as
well as prevent anyone from going after the stone! It’s far too dangerous and
you’re my responsibility and…Oh Merlin, I’m going to cum!”
“No, not yet, Minerva.” Harry said teasingly as he pulled his hand away again.
Crying fully, Minerva tried to move closer to Harry as she felt her orgasm die
down for the fourth straight time. Once she had calmed down again, Harry showed
her his sadistic smile again and bent down over her crotch. Before he started
on her pussy with his mouth, Harry told her: “I’m going to keep doing this over
and over, Minerva, until you give me what I want! Because I can guarantee that
if you don’t, you won’t get what you want!”
And so, Harry continued his sexual torture on her, stopping every time his Head
of House was near orgasm, to show her that HE was in control and not her and
that he would get what he wanted. He would show her that he was her Master and
she was nothing more than his slave. For what seemed to be forever, he
continued to lick her pussy, playing with her clit, even playing with her
breasts, and every time he knew she was close to cumming he stopped for a few
moments before going back.
Before long though Minerva was at breaking point, all she could do was focus on
Harry sexual torturing her, to lengths she never thought possible. Until he
came along, she was a strong woman, dealing with the most troublesome of
teenagers, like Harry's own father. But now, she didn't know what was going on,
all she knew was that Lily was right, she wanted Harry to be her Master, to be
used and dominated by him. She wanted this for some time now, to have Harry
take her and make her his woman. No, not just his woman, his personal sex
slave. She had to admit that when she saw the Patil witches become Harry’s
slaves, she was slightly more than jealous. And even though she had no proof,
Minerva knew that he was fucking all three of them. Then, as her orgasm was
beginning to build once again, she began imagining a collar on her neck with a
golden ‘P’ on it. At that moment, she could no longer deny it, she was Harry’s.
“It’s a chess set, Master!” Minerva was almost incoherent as she was on the
brink of her orgasm, but it was enough for Harry and Lily to make out as she
realized who Harry was to her now. Harry removed his hand and shoved his entire
manhood into her wet pussy. Her orgasm had finally come at that moment, her
body shaking uncontrollably on top of her desk, nearly forcing Harry himself to
cum. “Oh Merlin, Oh Fuck, Thank You Harry! Thank You, My Master!”
Harry held still inside of her pussy as she rode through her orgasm, gritting
his teeth as her pussy tightened around his cock. Once Minerva had finished
cumming, she laid against the cold wood of her desk exhausted from Harry’s
sexual torture. However, she glanced up at Harry as she realized that his
throbbing six-inch long dick was buried all the way into her cunt, nearly
touching her womb. At that point, Harry licked his lips in anticipation for
what he was going to do to her. For Harry, it was no longer about just fucking
his Transfiguration Professor, it was about showing her that he could go keep
going, even if she couldn’t.
And so, with Lily climbing on top of the desk and partially straddling
Minerva’s face, Harry started fucking her in earnest. As Minerva began moaning,
panting, and literally purring tiredly at Harry, who wasn’t interested at how
tired she was. He wanted to have fun with her, as every time he was close to
his own orgasm he would stop for a few moments; allowing himself to calm down a
bit before continuing, as he wanted to make sure that his new slave knew who he
was to her, and this was what he could do to her whenever he wanted. He would
play with her breasts as he fucked her, or kiss his mother and play with her
breasts as he fucked Minerva, anything to show Minerva who she now belonged to
and that he would do what he liked. Unfortunately, before long, no matter how
much he tried, he felt his buildup in his balls and knew that he needed to cum.
Both Minerva and Lily had already came several times at that point, and with
his own orgasm approaching, Harry knew that there one last thing he needed to
find out.
“Minerva, is today a safe day for you?” Harry asked her, holding back his
orgasm as much as he could. Minerva nodded with a whimper, showing her
dissatisfaction at not being able to be impregnated by her master. “Pity.” Was
all he said as he shoved his entire length into her, nearly entering her womb
as he did so. At that moment, he came violently into her, filling his Head of
House’s pussy and womb completely with his cum. Minerva felt her master’s hot
sperm enter her and was immediately rocked with another orgasm, causing her to
nearly pass out. Lily was also cumming at that moment, being rocked to the
point that she fell off of the desk and hit the ground below. After a full
minute had passed, Harry finally pulled out of Minerva, the three of them
breathing heavily from what just happened. However, as Minerva lifted her head
and saw Harry stroking his still hard cock, she knew that her master wasn’t
done with her yet.
Pulling her up by her arm, Harry led her past the red Gryffindor curtain and
took her over to her bed. Walking on wobbly knees, Minerva saw where Harry was
taking her and uttered a squeal of delight. Lily herself was following a few
steps behind, wondering how much longer her son could go on. When they got to
the bed, Harry threw her onto the bed and positioned her on her hands and
knees, with her ass wiggling at him. Not needing much more enticing, Harry
mounted her and inserted his enraged dick into her cum-soaked pussy again,
fucking her more fiercely than he did moments before. Lily climbed on the bed
and spread her legs in front of Minerva and began masturbating as she watched
Minerva being taken again by her son. There was no question in her mind at that
point, she wanted to feel Harry’s cock fucking her. At that moment, Lily wished
desperately for her body to be found.
Minerva was screaming loudly and purring her moans, feeling another powerful
orgasm wash over her. As she came, she arched her back and for some strange
reason, meowed like a cat. When her orgasm was over, she collapsed on to the
bed, her green eyes rolling to the back of her head and her long brown hair
flowing down against her sides onto the red silk sheets of her bed. Harry fell
down on top of her, continuing to dominate her as he drilled into her with a
much faster pace. After several more minutes, Harry felt his orgasm approaching
again, and this time he felt compelled to pull out of her this time. When he
did, he got onto his knees and proceeded to cum all over Minerva’s backside and
ass, with a few strands hitting her hair and the bed sheets that they were on.
After he had finished cumming, Harry laid down next to Minerva and glanced at
his mother, Lily, who even though she was a ghost, found herself nearly
exhausted from cumming so much. Smiling at Lily, Harry looked at Minerva’s bare
neck and felt the urge to do something to it. However, not knowing what that
was, he laid there wide-awake waiting for Minerva to awaken from her sexual
slumber.
Nearly an hour later, Minerva stirred and felt the heat of Harry’s body lying
next to her. Instinctively, she rolled out of bed and got on to her knees,
waiting for her new master to give her instructions. Smiling even wider at her,
Harry sat on the edge of the bed with his softening dick in front of Minerva’s
face. She quickly took it into her mouth and began sucking it to make it hard,
hearing her master moan in satisfaction at her blowjob. As soon as Harry got
hard again, he pulled her off of him and looked down upon her, letting her know
that her master still wanted something from her.
“Alright, Master.” Minerva said as she stroked his cock, already knowing what
her master wanted. “Even though I feel that you shouldn’t go anywhere near the
Philosopher’s Stone, I’ll tell you what I know about what’s protecting it. If
you get to the third-floor corridor, without being caught mind you, you have to
make your way down that corridor until you come to a locked door that no key
can open. If you get past that, you’ll find a trap door being protected by a
large Cerebus that Hagrid named Fluffy. Now, I assume that you already know how
to get past Fluffy, giving the fact that Hagrid is bad at keeping secrets, but
in case you don’t know, you need to play some music to the beast, so he’ll fall
asleep. After that, go through the trap door and fall onto Professor Sprout’s
protection, which is Devil’s Snare…”
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Just after midnight-Gryffindor Common Room
Harry, Neville, Parvati, and surprisingly Ron were all sitting down watching
Hermione shake violently as she was now being possessed by Lily. This was the
fifth attempt that both Hermione and Lily tried, and to tell the truth, while
each attempt got easier for both of them, Harry still felt uneasy with the both
of them trying this. When Harry and Lily returned from McGonagall’s office,
they found Hermione and Neville over in a corner sitting around a table with
Hermione reading the book she promised to check out from the library concerning
ghost possessions, and Neville quietly writing a letter to Thaddeus, who
Hermione discovered was the author of the book she had read. This made sense to
Harry, as Thaddeus was the only wizard Harry knew of that could communicate
with ghosts outside of the magical world. So, at that point during the day,
Harry had summoned Divia to him and as soon as she appeared, Harry told her
that he needed the flute that he saw in the Patil home the last time he was
there. Pouting that her master didn’t want to fuck her, she teleported back to
her home and returned about ten minutes later with the flute.
The rest of the day was spent with Harry informing Neville and Hermione about
what he learned from Professor McGonagall about the protections for the
Philosopher’s Stone. Harry had learned that Hermione and Neville had no luck in
obtaining the information from Professors Flitwick and Sprout, so Harry thought
it was good that he knew what those protections were. Unfortunately for him,
though, Hermione found it to be more than strange that McGonagall would give
Harry all of that information, and decided to ask him about it.
“Professor McGonagall shouldn’t have given you any information about the stone,
Harry.” Hermione had told him, feeling a slight loss of pride for her Head of
House. “How did you get all this information, Harry? Did you use your allure on
her to trick her into telling you?”
Harry thought about this for some time before coming up with an appropriate
answer for Hermione. The reason was he didn’t want Hermione to think less of
their Transfiguration Professor, and at the same time he didn’t want to reveal
what he did to get the information. After a long pause, he finally came up with
an answer.
“At first, she didn’t, Hermione.” Harry had explained to her. “After I revealed
to her that I knew about the stone, Professor McGonagall was very displeased
with me for having that information. However, after convincing her that I was
only interested in the knowledge about the magic alone being used to protect
it, she reluctantly gave me Flitwick’s and Sprout’s protections as well as her
own. I may have used my allure on her, Hermione, but I assure you that it was
unintentional as I still don’t have any control over it as of yet. Also, while
we now know what those protections are, as well as how to get pass them, we
still don’t know what Quirrell and Snape have set up down there. McGonagall
didn’t have this information, as Dumbledore is the only one who did know what
those protections are.”
Hermione nodded at Harry’s explanation, but frowned intently at Harry not
referring to Dumbledore, Snape, and Quirrell as professors. While she somewhat
understood for Harry’s attitude towards the Headmaster and Professor Snape, she
truly believed that as educators, they deserved the respect due to their
positions. Hermione had a reputation for being somewhat of a teacher’s pet
during her time in primary school, and with her first year at Hogwarts nearly
over, she still considered herself as a perfect student. However, Hermione knew
that ever since she became friends with Harry and Neville, she became a bit
more, well, outward than she was once before, as the old Hermione would have
never been bold enough to incur a teacher’s wrath by breaking a rule, and
especially never have forced another boy to do whatever she wanted, like Ron
had done.
Hermione had gone back to studying the book in front of her and started
explaining what she had learned about possessions to Lily. While that was
happening, Neville had told Harry that he wanted to notify Thaddeus about what
they were planning and ask for whatever help he could give to ensure that the
Flamel family gets the Philosopher’s stone back. Harry understood this, and
allowed Neville to use Hedwig to send the letter directly to him so Thaddeus
could know what was going to happen. At that point all Harry and Neville could
do was wait until nightfall when everyone in the tower was supposed to be
asleep, so the three of them could go after the stone and stop Snape from
getting to it first.
As for the rest of the Gryffindors, even after they found out that Harry,
Neville, Hermione, and Ron had lost them four hundred points, most of them were
surprisingly okay with it. In fact, they were very few Gryffindors who blamed
them for the incident. The entire girl side of their house were still talking
to Harry, Hermione, and Neville, and with the exception of a few sixth and
seventh year boys, the guys were all supportive of them, citing that Snape took
advantage of the situation and was always looking to make any Gryffindor pay.
Even Percy Weasley, who Fred, George, and Ron had said was a rule-stickler,
sympathized with his younger brother as well as Harry, Neville, and Hermione.
Harry was very much grateful for this, as he believed that the entire boy side
of the house would hate him and the other three for costing them these points.
Not the girl side however, as Harry knew that his allure was preventing them
from hating him. Harry didn’t mind this, though, while he didn’t like being the
center of attention, he did like the looks all the females had been giving him
lately. It was the same looks he got from McGonagall, Hooch, and Pomfrey, the
look of lust.
After dinner, Hermione and Lily began attempting having Lily possessing
Hermione. While they were attempting this, Neville practiced on the flute that
Harry had got from Divia, and while he hadn’t played in years, Neville wasn’t
all that bad. Harry still hoped though that it would be good enough to put
Fluffy to sleep. As for Hermione and Lily, their first attempt turned out to be
a slight success except for the fact that it only lasted a full minute until
Lily was thrown out of Hermione and the young witch felt exhausted from the
effects of being possessed. After witnessing the first attempt, Harry told
Hermione that there might be too much risk involved with his mother possessing
her. Hermione agreed to this somewhat, stating from the book that she had
studied that successful possessions only occurred with adult or pre-adult
witches and wizards, and to date, there was no actual attempt on someone
Hermione’s age before. However, she believed that it was still worth the effort
as they needed to get to the stone as quickly as possible and this was the best
way for all of them to get to the third floor without being detected. Harry had
nodded at that point, saying that if it was still difficult by the time they
had to leave, they would forget it and go safe and slow until they reached the
third floor.
As Hermione and Lily had finally stopped shaking, Harry, Neville, Ron, and
Parvati all breathed a sigh of relief. The young possessed witch slowly took a
deep breath and looked at the four who slowly stood from the couch and walked
over to him. Harry still looked worried at this happening as he had to ask:
“Mum? Hermione? Are you both there?”
“Yes, Harry.” Hermione’s and Lily’s voices responded to him, a look of shock on
Harry’s face at hearing both of their voices coming out of Hermione’s mouth.
Harry had to try to understand what they were saying, as both voices were
trying to overlap the other. “We don’t know how long we can hold this. We
should get to the third-floor corridor quickly.”
Harry nodded and turned to Ron and Parvati. “You two need to cover for us while
we’re gone.” Harry told them both. “Ron, use whatever stunts and tricks you
know to keep the prefects from checking our beds. Parvati, the same goes for
you. Now, if Neville, Hermione, and I are not back by morning, go directly to
Professor McGonagall and no one else. Tell her what you know, as well as
Professor Snape’s involvement with this. Hopefully, all of us will be safe and
sound by the time the sun rises.”
“Will do, mate.” Ron said, grabbing and shaking Harry’s hand heavily. “I wish I
could go with you guys. I might be able to help you get to the stone.”
Harry pulled his hand away from Ron’s grasp, shaking his head at the thought of
him coming with them. Harry honestly believed that Ron would either get himself
hurt or killed, or do something so stupid that would more than likely endanger
Harry and the others. Ron may have improved thanks to Hermione pressuring him,
but Ron also had a knack for being careless, and for Harry, that was simply not
worth the risk. There was also the fact that Harry did not like the young
Weasley boy, as he was more annoying than anyone he ever met, with the
exception of Malfoy, of course.
Parvati hugged Harry tightly and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. “Come back
safe, Master.” She whispered into his ear. “Padma and I will be looking forward
to fucking us after you retrieved the stone.”
Harry gave her a seductive smile after she released her hold on him. Both
Neville and Hemione/Lily said their good nights to Parvati and Ron as Harry
grabbed his invisibility cloak from the couch and began motioning his two
friends towards the entrance. When Neville and Hermione/Lily gathered next to
Harry, the three of them nodded one last time to Ron and Parvati before Harry
covered all of them with the cloak and left Gryffindor tower to go after the
Philosopher’s Stone.
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Moments Later-The Third-Floor Corridor
Harry breathed a sigh of relief as the three, well, four of them made it
through the third-floor corridor without any trouble. While they came across
teachers and prefects patrolling the castle, thanks to Harry’s invisibility
cloak and Lily possessing Hermione, they managed to get through the castle
undetected. Thankfully even the ghosts couldn’t detect them as they reached the
third-floor corridor quicker than Harry had figured. When they knew that the
coast was clear, Lily emerged from Hermione’s body and after a moment or two of
composing themselves, they reached the locked door at the end of the corridor.
“Alohomora,” Hermione quietly said as she pointed her wand at the doorknob.
After they heard a click, Lily floated through the door first, to see if anyone
was already there. A moment later, she poked her head back through the door
with a frown but nodded that it was safe to enter.
After they entered the room, Harry removed the cloak off from them and gasped
out loud as he saw the size of the three-headed dog in front of them. Hermione
and Neville stared wide-eyed at the beast, who to their surprise, was already
asleep as its paw was covering the trap door they needed to go through. The
three of them breathed a sigh of relief as seeing the Cerebus for the first
time, for if it was awake, they had little doubt that the beast could devour
each of them with each of its heads with just one bite. However, while they
were grateful that Fluffy was sleeping, they already knew what that meant.
Snape had already been there.
“Look, there’s a harp over by the window.” Neville said quiettly and pointed to
the gold object. “Snape must have used it to get past Fluffy. After he got
through, Fluffy must have put its paw on the trap door. What’s the plan,
Harry?”
“We’re going to have to move its paw slowly, so we don’t wake it up.” Harry
said softly. “Neville, stand by with the flute just in case. Hermione and I
will try to lift the paw up gently and move it off the trap door.”
Both Neville and Hermione nodded as Harry moved slowly over to the trap door.
Neville pulled out the flute and prepared to play as Hermione joined Harry by
the Cerebus’ paw. Slowly, both Harry and Hermione lifted the large paw and
tried moving it off the wooden frame of the small door. Fluffy growled in its
sleep as Harry and Hermione moved its paw off the trap door, Neville shaking
nervously from Fluffy’s snoring. After what seemed like forever for Neville,
Harry and Hermione had successfully moved Fluffy’s paw and had opened the trap
door. Neville checked to see if Fluffy was still sleeping before joining Harry
and Hermione at the trap door. Lily nodded with a sigh of relief knowing that
the children got past the large three-headed dog.
“Alright, remember the next protection is Devil’s Snare, Professor Sprout’s
protection.” Harry whispered to them. “I’ll go first, and if it’s safe, I’ll
light my wand, so you’ll know, then you can go too.”
Both Hermione and Neville nodded, and Harry jumped down through the trap door.
All Harry could see was darkness as he fell for several seconds until he landed
on the soft fleshy surface of the plant. After a moment, Harry lit the tip of
his wand and pointed it up, hoping that it was strong enough for Neville and
Hermione to see, but not strong enough to wake Fluffy. As Hermione and Neville
landed next to Harry, the Devil’s Snare reacted to them and slowly began
wrapping its vines around the young people. Hermione and Neville pointed their
wands at the vines and said: “Lumos Solem!” Harry followed their example as
bright light emerged from their wands and destroyed the vines that were
wrapping around them. After the vines were gone, Harry looked over to the side
and saw his mother floating by the wall. Smiling, Lily pointed to a small
opening just underneath where she was. Nodding, Harry motioned for Hermione and
Neville to follow him as they crawled towards Lily, knowing that they needed to
be as relaxed as possible while doing so. Once they arrived at the hole, they
dropped down the floor ten feet below, and took a moment to get their bearings
before moving on. As they did, Harry began hearing the sound of wings flapping
around.
Entering a round room with what looked like had no ceiling within sight, they
encountered Professor Flitwick’s protection: charmed keys with wings. In the
middle of the room were three brooms hovering, indicating that they had to fly
to catch the right key to open the door on the other side of the room. Hermione
and Neville went to the door to check the lock while Harry looked at the
hundreds of keys flying over them.
“We’re looking for an old, brass key.” Hermione told Harry as she and Neville
examined the lock while Harry grabbed one of the brooms. “A thick one too,
comparing to the lock here.”
“I see it.” Harry exclaimed as he pointed above his head. “It’s the one with a
broken wing.” Harry frowned at that moment and looked at his friends.
“What’s wrong, Harry?” Neville asked, wondering why Harry hadn’t mounted the
broom yet.
“Well, besides Fluffy, these traps are almost too easy.” Harry explained.
“First with Devil’s Snare, where we learned about at the beginning of the
school term, then this, where all I have to do is fly up and catch one key to
unlock the door.”
“Maybe it’s a trick of some kind.” Hermione suggested. “After all, we still
have to get through a game of wizard’s chess, not to mention whatever
Professors Quirrell and Snape set up to prevent anyone from getting to the
stone.”
“She’s got a point, Harry.” Neville said. “Maybe Dumbledore set this up to lull
anyone who tried into a false sense of security. I mean, after getting past
Fluffy, of course.”
Harry nodded still frowning, but mounted the broom and pushed off the ground to
go after the key. Harry flew swiftly after the key as it moved much faster than
he had anticipated along with the fact that the other keys swarmed around him,
blocking his vision from the key. Harry maneuvered around the tight corners in
the room as he tried keeping the key within his sight. After several minutes of
fighting and flying, Harry grabbed the key and dove straight towards Hermione
and Neville, who were patiently waiting for Harry. Harry quickly tossed the key
to Hermione and landed quickly on the ground next to them as Neville summoned
his air abilities and shoved the other flying keys across the room away from
them. Smiling at his god-brother, Harry ran through the door after Hermione
opened it and waited for Hermione and Neville to join him. As soon as Neville
and Hermione came through, Hermione slammed the door shut as the three of them
took another moment to catch their breath.
“Okay, that was a little bit harder than I thought.” Harry said, trying to
breathe normally and smiling at both Neville and Hermione. After they nodded at
him, Harry told them: “Alright, next is Professor McGonagall’s protection: a
wizard’s chess set. Now remember, normally we would have to play the game until
we checkmate the king to get across the room. However, she told me that she
built in a special trick for getting past the game quickly. It’ll be difficult,
but if we take out the white queen without taking out any other major piece on
the board, the king will surrender, and we can get past to the next trap.
Neville, you have more experience with the game, so Hermione and I will follow
your lead, okay?”
“Alright, Harry, but I don’t know how we will get to the queen without taking
out any of the castles, knights, or bishops first.” Neville told his god-
brother and took the lead going into the next room.
When they entered the next room, they gave a collective gasp as they saw the
sheer size of the chees set and the pieces on it. While the room itself was
rectangular, Harry could easily see the entire Quidditch pitch fitting inside
the room with room to spare. After a long moment, Neville stepped forward and
examined the pieces on the board, discovering that three black pieces were
missing: a castle, a bishop, and a knight. The horse that the knight was
supposed to sit on was still there, shining in black marble. At that moment,
Neville understood what they needed to do.
“Looks like we have to take the places of the pieces missing.” Neville stated.
“Alright, Harry, you can take the knight, Hermione, you can be a bishop, and
I’ll take the castle’s place.”
Both Harry and Hermione nodded, taking their respective places on the board.
Neville took the end spot reserved for the castle’s position, and as the white
king’s pawn moved up two spots, Neville had to shudder, saying: “I hope that
this isn’t like actual wizard’s chess.”
A few minutes into the game, Neville found out how wrong he was, as the first
black pawn he moved was annihilated by the white queen, the very piece that
they all knew they would have to defeat to go on. Neville positioned the other
black pawns around the white queen, using them as a quick diversion while
setting his major pieces in position to take her when they had the chance.
However, the major pieces of the white side began taking out the black pawns as
their queen took out the black castle on the opposite side where Neville was
currently standing. At that moment, Neville had wished that he was on the horse
instead of Harry, one because he would’ve had a better view, and second because
there was a white knight between him and the queen. It was also his turn.
“So, someone has to move to a position that will make that knight move out of
the way.” Neville shuddered at the thought of what he was going to ask. “Harry,
you have the best angle, so I think you have the best shot to move the knight
out of the way. That way, I’ll be able to take out the queen and we can get
past this to the next trap.”
“Wait a minute! You want Harry to sacrifice himself?” Hermione asked, shocked
at what Neville was suggesting. However, she also knew that they were losing
time as Snape was either closing on to the stone or already had it by now.
“He’s right, Hermione.” Harry looked at both of them and said. “Don’t worry,
because I think I have a plan for when the knight takes me. Mum, can you pull
me off right at the moment the knight makes its kill?”
“Yes, but the timing would have to be perfect, or the game might reset, and
you’ll be forced to play again.” Lily answered and moved to her son’s side,
preparing herself for what Harry had planned. Neville called out the move at
that point, and Harry moved into the position. The white knight made its move
and took out Harry. Fortunately, though, Lily was able to pull Harry off of the
horse right as the spear from the white knight shattered the black marble of
the horse. As the shattered pieces of the horse fell onto the board, Harry
covered up his body as best as he could to protect himself from the falling
pieces.
“Harry! Are you alright?” Neville yelled, concern clearly on his face.
“I’m alright, Neville!” Harry responded after the dust from the shattered
pieces cleared and the white knight took his new position. Harry remained on
the ground so as to not give away that he wasn’t really hurt. “Take the queen
so we can get out of here!”
Neville nodded, and moved across the board to the white queen. When he got to
her, he pointed his wand at her and shouted: “Bombarda!” The queen exploded
from within as pieces of her went all around, a few pieces nearly hitting
Neville. When it was all over, Neville took her place on the board and waited
for the next move on the white side. After a long moment, the white king
dropped its sword signaling the end of the game, and allowing Harry, Neville,
and Hermione to continue onward.
“Is everyone alright?” Lily asked as they gathered past the white king next to
the door leading to the next protection. Harry, Neville, and Hermione nodded to
her, all of them breathing heavily and giving quick coughs from the dust they
took in. Lily frowned as while she was glad that they made it through, she
couldn’t help but notice the bruises on Harry and Neville after they survived
their ordeal.
“Next time, we should bring Ron.” Neville said as he finally caught his breath.
“He’s the better chess player, and he would’ve gotten us through a lot faster
than I could.”
Harry couldn’t help but to nod at Neville’s statement, as Hermione was also
nodding with a frown on her face. Harry suspected that Hermione did not think
of Ron as anything other than a nuisance, much like what Harry thought of the
redhead. Instead of asking her about it, though, Harry followed his mother as
Lily went into the next room.
The room was much smaller than the last room, and was dimly lit, with barely
enough light to see the door on the other side, and what was blocking the way.
A large mountain troll, much larger than the troll Harry fought and killed on
Halloween. Both Hermione and Neville shivered at the sheer size of the monster,
who at the moment was sprawled across the middle of the floor. From what they
could tell, the troll was completely out cold from his own large club that was
next to its monstrous head. While Lily, Neville and Hermione all sighed in
relief that the troll was unconscious, Harry growled a bit at not having to
fight this troll to get by, and hoped that the next trap would be more of a
challenge. After moving slowly around the large and smelly troll, they reached
the door and quickly left the room and entered the next one.
As soon as they entered the room, purple flame erupted around the door behind
them as black flame erupted around the door in front of them. After they
realized their new predicament, Hermione saw a large table in the middle of the
room with seven differently shaped bottles lined up side-by side on top of it,
and a piece of parchment at the end of it. It was the parchment that pulled
Hermione’s attention, as it was laid out like someone had read it before they
had got here. Hermione walked over to the table and picked up the parchment,
examining it closely as Harry, Lily, and Neville gathered around her waiting
for her to read it. However, she turned to Harry looking puzzled at him.
“Harry, this is Snape’s trap.” Hermione told him, showing the parchment to him.
Harry nodded at her, agreeing that it was Snape’s trap, but not understanding
why Hermione was showing him the parchment, so she continued: “This parchment
was originally rolled up, see?” She indicated the indentations along the sides
of the parchment. “Someone recently unrolled this to read it before we got
here, and left it flat on the table. Now, listen to this:” And with that, she
began to read.
Danger lies before you, while safety lies behind,
Two of us will help you, whichever you would find,
One among us seven will let you move ahead,
Another will transport the drinker back instead,
Two among our number hold only nettle wine,
Three of us are killers, waiting hidden in line.
Choose, unless you wish to stay here forevermore,
To help you in your choice, we give you these clues four:
First, however slyly the poison tries to hide
You will always find some on nettle wine’s left side;
Second, different are those who stand at either end,
But if you would move onward, neither is your friend;
Third, as you see clearly, all are different size,
Neither dwarf nor giant holds death in their insides;
Fourth, the second left and the second on the right
Are twins once you taste them, though different at first sight.
“I don’t see the point, Hermione.” Harry said to her, with Neville nodding in
agreement. However, Lily gasped as she understood the point Hermione was
making.
“Severus designed this trap, Harry.” Lily explained. “He wouldn’t have needed
to read it to find out which bottle he needed to go through the barriers, as he
designed everything about this protection. He even wrote the poem, so why would
he need to read it if he already knew which bottle to drink.”
Harry frowned. Both Hermione and Lily were right, Snape wouldn’t have needed to
read the parchment, which meant one of two things for them, and neither of them
had Snape getting the stone.
“Okay, so either Dumbledore is in there, or Voldemort is in there.” Harry
stated out loud, looking at the door with the black flame. However, neither
sounded more better than the other. If it was Dumbledore, then Harry would have
to explain why the three of them were down here, which surely meant that even
though Harry suspected that Dumbledore wanted him dead, he would still act like
the headmaster and expel all three of them for this indiscretion.
Unfortunately, Harry believed that Voldemort would be even worse.
Harry remembered the night before, seeing Voldemort for the first time in the
forest, and while Harry counted himself and Neville to be extremely lucky at
fending him off, he knew that if he was in there, and had the stone, then Harry
believed that they had no chance at fighting off Voldemort, even in his weaken
state. Unfortunately, Harry suspected that it was Voldemort that was in the
next room, which meant that Harry, Neville, and Hermione had to be extremely
smart, fast, and lucky if they had any chance at beating him.
“I don’t think it’s Professor Dumbledore, Harry.” Hermione said to him,
frowning again at not hearing respect in Harry’s voice after mentioning the
headmaster. “He brought the stone here, and had the other professors set up
these protections to guard the stone, so he must know how to get past these
traps already. I’m sorry to say this, but I think it’s Voldemort, but how did
he get past the wards that protect the castle?”
Harry frowned again, looking at Hermione as she made a fair point. He wanted to
say Dumbledore or Snape, but neither made sense, even to Harry. Dumbledore
would not help Voldemort to get into the castle, as they were clearly enemies
with one another, so Dumbledore helping Voldemort did not make sense. Snape was
the better option, as Lily did tell Harry that Snape was a supporter of
Voldemort, but again, that didn’t make sense to Harry as Snape would have
already told him how to get past these protections, or at the very least his
own.
“What do we do, Harry?” Neville asked him, looking at the bottles laid out on
the table. “We have to go through, one way or the other, so which bottle do we
drink out of?”
Harry looked at the table, thinking back to the poem Hermione had read to them.
After several minutes, Harry, Hermione, and Neville all pointed to the same
bottle, the smallest one on the table, right in the middle.
“There’s only enough for one of us.” Harry stated, picking up the bottle and
frowning a bit more. Harry then looked at the round bottle at the end of the
line at the right side. “You two drink that one and head on back to the trap
door. Contact Professor McGonagall and tell her what’s going on. I’ll go on to
the next room and face him. For some reason, I have to go on. I need to face
the man that murdered my parents.”
Neville nodded his understanding, and pulled Harry into a quick hug before
grabbing the bottle he needed. As Neville drank, Hermione grabbed Harry and
hugged him tightly and kissed him on the cheek. She then whispered something
that completely shocked Harry, almost to the point that Harry thought he heard
her wrong. “Come back to me, Harry, because you’re mine!”
After that, Hermione took the bottle from Neville and took a drink from it. She
and Neville silently then wished their friend good luck before going through
the purple flame and disappearing into the previous room.
Harry looked at his mother, who was already standing next to the door with the
black flame around it. Lily nodded her readiness and Harry took one big swallow
from the tiny bottle. After drinking it, Harry put down the bottle as he felt
the effects of the potion kick in. His entire blood felt like ice as he took a
deep breath and walked through the door surrounded by black flame. Lily
followed her son through the door, and they both gasped at who they saw there.
It was Professor Quirinus Quirrell.
“Well, Harry Potter, and Lily Evans Potter, welcome to ‘the end of the road’,
as your American Wizard friend would say.” Quirrell smiled a toothy grin, much
more than either Harry or Lily seen from the man. What was more disturbing was
the fact that he wasn’t stuttering, nor did he look like he was terrified of
something. No, this was a much more confident man who stood before them,
smiling very boldly at the both of them. “I expect you two are wondering why I
have been waiting for the both of you, and the answer is very simple. I’m going
to kill you, Harry Potter.”
“I can’t believe it’s you, Quirinus.” Lily said, still shocked at seeing this
middle-aged man. Right behind him was the Mirror of Erised, the very mirror
that called to her son just before the Christmas holiday. The way Quirrell was
standing in front of the mirror, and the way he was smiling, she suspected that
he may already have the stone, so she tried the only thing that she could think
of: stall. “Of course, I do remember that you had a thing for the Dark Arts.”
“Very good, Lily. Yes, I did have a, how do you say, an obsession with the Dark
Arts, and whoever who dared to practice them openly without fear of
persecution.” Quirrell nodded at her, but kept his eyes locked on Harry.
“Including the Dark Lords, Grindelwald and Voldemort. That was, of course,
before that fateful night all those years ago. Now, I can truthfully say that I
no longer have such obsession for the Dark Arts, not since you murdered our
Dark Lord.”
Harry glanced at his mother, who gave him a look that told him to keep Quirrell
talking. Nodding his understanding, Harry looked back at Quirrell and said:
“So, I take it that Snape helped you get past the traps then.”
“Are you mad, boy?” Quirrell laughed loudly at him. “But to you, I suppose he
does seem the type, doesn’t he? After all, he was one of the Dark Lord’s most
trusted Death Eaters. Next to him, who would ever suspect p-poor st-stuttering
Professor Quirrell.”
“But Snape tried to kill me during the Quidditch match against Slytherin.”
Harry stated, slowly taking a step back. Quirrell instantly recognized this,
and with a snap of his fingers, created a wall of fire circling the entire
room. Harry had to gasp at that point, seeing such mastery over that particular
element.
“No boy! I tried to kill you!” Quirrell dropped his smile and glared at the boy
with intense hatred. “And if Snape’s robe hadn’t caught fire that day, I would
have succeeded, even with him muttering his little counter-curse and you two
fighting the effects of my jinx.”
“Wait a minute! Snape was trying to save me?” Harry was shocked to hear this.
“Then you must have let that troll into the castle on Halloween.”
“Very good, Potter. You see, I knew that you were going to be trouble for me on
that night. Even Dumbledore thought so, and that’s why we decided to lure you
down here, so I can get the stone and kill you here in this very room.”
Quirrell explained to the boy. “Surprised to hear that your dear headmaster
wants you dead, Potter? Why do you think that foolish old man brought the stone
here in the first place, huh?”
“Actually, I’m not surprised at hearing that Dumbledore wants me dead.” Harry
stepped forward, looking at the turban-wearing Dark Arts teacher. “After all, I
bet he told you to jinx Neville’s broom too.”
“Very good again, Potter. Yes, it was I who sabotaged your god-brother’s
broom.” Quirrell smiled again, taking a step forward towards the boy and his
ghost mother. “The goal for Dumbledore was to eliminate Longbottom so you would
turn to the Weasley boy as a source of family you might need while you are
here. Why, I can’t say, for Dumbledore hasn’t shared that information with me.
However, that does not matter to me, as I wanted Longbottom dead anyway. Now,
if you don’t mind, I have something that I need to do before I kill you.”
With that, Quirrell turned and faced the mirror and dropped his smile and
waited for something to happen. Lily closed her distance with Harry at that
moment, hoping that her son had an idea about how he was going to escape.
Harry, however, realized that escape wasn’t an option for them at this point.
All he could hope for at this point was to cause enough of a distraction to get
himself out of danger and warn McGonagall and the others about Quirrell.
However, the pain in Harry’s scar intensified as Quirrell had his back turned
and Harry recognized it as the same kind of pain he felt the night before in
the Forbidden Forest, and he knew with a sickening feeling in his stomach that
Professor Quirinus Quirrell was Voldemort.
“I see what I desire. I see myself holding the stone,” Quirrell said,
frustration clearly on his face. “But how do I get it?”
“Use the boy!” A voice from somewhere told him. As Harry heard it, his scar
flared in pain again.
“Come here Potter. Now!” Quirrell turned back to Harry and glared at the boy.
“Do what I say, and I will grant you a quick, painless death.”
Harry shook his head deliberately, telling Quirrell ‘No’ right then and there.
However, with Quirrell simply raising his hand, Harry was lifted off of the
floor and floated straight towards the man and the mirror. Harry was dropped a
moment later right in front of the Mirror of Erised and with Quirrell grabbing
him and holding him in place, Harry saw his desire appear once again in the
mirror.
Mirror Harry was once again fucking his mother as she laid on her back on the
floor. He was surrounded by other witches that he knew, most notably Daphne
Greengrass, Tracey Davis, and Alice Longbottom, who was at the moment sucking
on one of Lily’s breasts while Minerva was sucking on the other. However, while
Harry was enjoying seeing this happening, he did see an actual reflection of
himself as Mirror Harry was fucking Mirror Lily, and as soon as he noticed
that, Mirror Harry raised his left hand and showed him a red stone in his hand.
Mirror Harry winked and smiled at Harry and placed the stone inside the
reflection’s pocket. Harry looked down at his pants right pocket and felt the
slight weight of the stone in there. Harry couldn’t understand it, but he had
the Philosopher’s Stone.
“Well? Tell me what you see!” Quirrell snapped at him and shook him hard for an
answer. Harry lurched himself out of Quirrell’s grasp and stepped away from the
man. “Tell me Potter, or you’ll regret it!”
“Let me talk to the boy!” The voice said to Quirrell making Harry’s scar hurt
and making Quirrell jumpy. Lily knew at that moment who was commanding
Quirrell; Voldemort. Deep rage and hatred rose within her at the man she
thought to be dead, the man she sacrificed her life to protect Harry from.
“M-master, y-you’re not s-strong e-enough.” Quirrell said to the voice, clearly
afraid of who the voice was.
“I have strength enough for this!” The voice responded angrily, making Quirrell
nod in response and began unwrapping his turban. As he did, he turned away from
Harry and Lily, finally removing the orange cloth from his head, revealing a
snake-like face of a man that Lily knew at once. She didn’t know how or why,
but Voldemort was now living as a part of Quirrell.
“Harry Potter, and Lily Potter, how nice it is to see you both again.”
Voldemort hissed at the two. Harry almost gagged at seeing this grotesque
figure on the back of Quirrell’s head. Lily thought that seeing the Dark Lord
like this was a fitting punishment. “You see what I’ve become, living like a
parasite off of this wretched being. Unicorn blood sustains me for a short
while, but it can’t give me a body of my own. However, there is something that
can, and that something is in your pocket.”
Voldemort’s lips curled up into a smile as he forced Quirrell to walk backwards
toward Harry. Harry placed his hand in his pants pocket, holding the stone
tightly at that point. Lily moved closer to Harry, preparing herself to do
whatever she could to distract Voldemort and allow Harry time to escape.
However, Voldemort noticed this movement, and smiled even wider.
“Ah, of course, a mother’s desire to protect her child. How admirable. Tell me,
Harry, how would like to have your mother back? If you join me, I’ll let you
have her body back, and together, we can bring spirit and body back together as
one. You can have your mother back Harry, and all you have to do is give me
that stone!”
Harry couldn’t help but to consider his proposal, as he desperately wanted his
mother truly back. However, Harry knew Voldemort was the one who murdered her
in the first place, so giving in to the man was simply not an option. Even if
he was telling Harry the truth about having Lily’s body, he wasn’t willing to
make a deal with this madman.
“You’re a liar!” Harry angrily yelled at Voldemort and braced himself for the
fight he knew was coming. Lily smiled at her son, proud of him for not giving
in to the Dark Lord, and prepared herself to distract Quirrell any way she
could.
“Stop Him!” Voldemort yelled, forcing Quirrell to turn around and face the
eleven-year-old boy. A wicked smile emerged from Quirrell’s lips as he summoned
several fireballs from out of nowhere and magically launched them at Harry.
Harry had managed to barely dodge them as Quirrell nailed Harry with a well-
aimed lightning strike to his chest. Lily saw this and floated straight at
Quirrell as Harry nearly fell to the ground, but was able to keep moving as
Quirrell summoned another volley of fireballs and aimed them at Harry. Lily
floated through Quirrell/Voldemort with a loud scream of rage, distracting the
merged being from attacking her son. However, what happened next surprised
everybody as Lily was thrust out of Quirrell’s body with a scream of pain from
both Lily and Quirrell. While Lily was able to recover quickly, Quirrell fell
to his knees vanishing his fireballs for a moment.
This was an opening Harry needed as he stopped moving and placed his hands on
the ground below. The entire ground began shaking in the room as Quirrell rose
back to his feet and tried to keep his balance. Sensing the opportunity, Harry
summoned stalagmites from behind where he was crouching and launched them
straight at Quirrell. However, he jumped into the air and flew around them
easily, laughing at the young wizard.
“Is this the best that the famous Harry Potter can do?” Quirrell laughed as he
floated high above Harry as he continued dodging stalagmites that Harry
magically threw. “Throwing rocks like a muggle. I thought you were stronger
than that.”
“Fool! Get the stone!” Voldemort said, causing Quirrell to drop his smile and
dive straight towards Harry. Lily rammed into Quirrell at that point and caused
the same reaction that occurred a few moments ago. Quirrell fell just short of
where Harry was crouching, and Harry took one deep breath a raised his hands
summoning the roof to come crashing down on top of Quirrell. Quirrell used his
magical strength and summoned a strong wind to protect himself from the falling
ceiling. However, in doing this gave Harry an opening as he summoned a
stalagmite from just under where Quirrell stood, and as it quickly erupted from
the ground, it split Quirrell’s body in half, killing the Defense Against the
Dark Arts teacher and ending the battle.
Harry collapsed to his knees afterward, as blood covered his body and sweat was
glistening his face. Harry felt weary after fighting not only Quirrell, but the
Dark Lord who murdered his mother, and his father as well. As Harry was trying
to catch his breath, Lily went over to him and placed her hand on his shoulder,
getting down on one knee and kissing him on his lips.
“We should get out of here, Harry.” Lily said comfortingly. “You’re exhausted
and need to rest and heal properly. We should go see Minerva first, though, and
tell her about Dumbledore and Quirrell working together.”
Harry nodded and as he started to breathe normally, he stood back up and turned
to the exit. However, his scar flared up in pain right at that moment and the
hairs on the back of his head rose up as Harry and Lily stopped moving. Turning
back around, they both saw a black cloud emerge from the lying corpse of
Quirrell and flew in circles above them. As it floated around the room, both
Harry and Lily saw the face of Voldemort on it, and before they could react,
the cloud enveloped the two of them, causing Lily to scream in pain and Harry
to be thrown into a nearby wall with enough force to kill him, or wound him
terribly. As Harry fell to the ground, he heard the menacing laugh of Voldemort
as he succumbed to darkness. Lily was on her knees, looking angrily at the
cloud as it floated into the hole in the ceiling and then into the darkness
beyond and was gone. As Lily was about to curse at the cloud that was
Voldemort, she heard the familiar sound of an Apparation from behind her. She
looked behind her and gasped out loud at seeing the one man she didn’t want to
see down here: Albus Dumbledore.
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An unknown time later-Hospital Wing
Harry was woken up from the sound of slurping and three very familiar witches
moaning. Harry slowly opened his eyes and was pleasantly surprised at seeing
the sight before him. Madam Pomfrey was sucking his fully erect dick with
Minerva on one side and Madam Hooch on the other. As his eyesight cleared up,
he saw that all three were showing their younger looking, non-glamour selves,
and all three of them were completely naked, with lustful looks on all three of
them. Harry also noticed that they were not in the hospital wing, per se. In
fact, if he had to guess, he believed that they were in Madam Pomfrey’s office/
bedroom, which Harry believed was behind where the actual Hospital Wing. The
bed Harry was currently on was much like the one he fucked Minerva on, a
massive king-size bed with purple bed-sheets and blankets which made Harry
believe that Pomfrey was a Ravenclaw. Although, if he had to guess, he
suspected Madam Hooch was a Ravenclaw too, but at this point he wasn’t in a
position to care, as all three witches noticed that Harry was finally awake.
“Good evening, Harry.” Pomfrey smiled and said to him after she pulled her
mouth off of his dick. “Everyone was worried sick about you after hearing about
what you did. I must tell you, Professor Dumbledore was very upset that you, a
first-year, was able to get past all of those defenses. However, after managing
to defeat Voldemort yet again, who had leeched onto Professor Quirrell’s body
somehow, the headmaster decided to show you and Gryffindor leniency for saving
the Philosopher’s Stone from Voldemort’s grasp.”
“How long was I out?” Harry asked, slightly groaning from the air hitting his
exposed dick. Harry noticed at that moment that while he saw the three witches
surrounding his erection, he didn’t see the one witch he usually saw around
him; his mother Lily. “And where’s Mum?”
“Relax Harry, I’m right here.” Lily appeared as she floated from the ceiling
above where Harry laid. “I’ve been so worried Harry. You’ve been out cold for
almost two weeks. Of course, there was one part of your body that refused to
sleep.” Lily smirked and indicated his enlarged member, floating down next to
the other witches.
Harry tried to sit up, but as soon as he did, he found out how sore he actually
was. He saw that both of his arms, both of his legs, and a good portion of his
chest and stomach was wrapped in bandages, and just trying to move made Harry
wince in pain. Minerva moved to Harry’s side as eased him back down on the bed.
“You need to take it easy, Harry.” Minerva said, whispering ‘Master’ in Harry’s
ear as she moved a pillow under Harry’s head. “Poppy told us that if it wasn’t
for Albus, you wouldn’t have survived down there. Fortunately, he arrived down
there shortly after what occurred with Voldemort and quickly brought you to the
Hospital Wing for treatment.”
Harry frowned at hearing that, and Lily nodded at Harry’s confusion at knowing
that Dumbledore saved his life, somewhat. “I don’t understand it either,
Harry.” Lily told him quietly. “We know he conspired with Quirrell to get the
stone here, so he could use it to be free from Voldemort, and he wanted both
you and Neville dead, so why didn’t he do the job there and pin it on either
Quirrell or Voldemort?”
“He has the stone, doesn’t he?” Harry asked to his mother, but it was Minerva
who answered.
“Yes, Harry, Albus took the Philosopher’s Stone from you after he brought you
to the Hospital Wing.” Minerva told him, kissing him on the lips softly.
“However, a day later, the Minister of Magic himself arrived here along with
several members of the Ministry and demanded an explanation as to what happened
to you and why the stone was here at all. At that point, another wizard emerged
from the crowd of Ministry officials and showed Albus a letter. The wizard, an
American I believe, waited until Albus had finished reading, and after he did,
the American demanded the return of the Philosopher’s Stone to him
immediately.”
“Wait, if Dumbledore gave this American the stone, then Dumbledore must know
who this American was.” Harry exclaimed, although knowing already who the
American wizard was.
“The American wizard is still here, Harry,” Hooch told him, taking Pomfrey’s
place at Harry’s cock and began to feverishly stroke it. “And we know that he’s
Thaddeus Matthew Prendergast. We suspect that he works for the Flamel family,
since the Philosopher’s Stone is the rightful property of Nicholas Flamel. As
for why he’s still here, we don’t know yet, but it may have to do with the fact
that the Longbottoms arrived the day before last. Ever since then, the
Headmaster has been locked in his office with either Lady Augusta, or Alice, or
Mr. Prendergast, or all three of them. No word has come from any of them
outside of the Headmaster’s office, so we don’t know what’s been going on as of
yet.”
Harry nodded his understanding, smiling at the fact that Thaddeus was here,
along with his godmother and Lady Augusta. However, he had a sinking feeling
that Dumbledore was still up to something. He decided not to worry about it at
the moment, though, as he had three gorgeous witches surrounding him and
waiting to be fucked.
“Well, Rolanda, are you going to keep stroking it, or are you going to be
putting it into your mouth?” Harry smiled lustfully as he grabbed Minerva’s
head and pulled her into a more dominate kiss. Rolanda returned the smile and
swallowed Harry’s six-inch member with expert skill. Harry moaned into
Minerva’s mouth as he felt Rolanda move her lips up and down along his shaft.
Rolanda kept doing this as she slid slightly over, allowing Poppy to attack
Harry’s balls. Harry pulled away from his kiss with Minerva and groaned as he
felt the two attacking his most sensitive spots. The pain he was in was slowly
fading away as he felt pleasure rise quickly from the double attack on his dick
and balls. However, he had no intention of cumming right away, so looking at
Minerva, he said: “Straddle my face, Minerva, so I can suck on your pussy.”
Minerva smiled and got on top of Harry, straddling his head with her wet pussy
over his face. Harry slowly wrapped his bandaged arms around her legs and began
licking her clit and pussy, causing her to moan with a purr. He still felt a
little pain from moving his arms, but the sight before him was incredibly worth
it. He slid his tongue inside of Minerva’s pussy, causing her to scream as she
felt it. “Oh, Merlin! Yes Harry!” She yelled as she rocked her body back and
forth against Harry’s face. Harry licked and sucked her pussy and clit faster,
trying to make her cum before he did, as Hooch and Pomfrey were doing a
fantastic job at taking turns on Harry’s cock and balls. Several minutes later,
Harry had got Minerva to cum just moments before he shot his load straight down
Hooch’s throat. Minerva collapsed on top of Harry afterward, purring softly as
she watched Rolanda pull her head off of Harry’s still hard erection and
noisily gulped down Harry’s sperm with a seductive smile.
“I haven’t had a decent cock in my pussy in so long, Harry.” Poppy told him as
she got on top of his bottom half of his body. “So, I hope you ladies don’t
mind, but it is my bed, after all.”
“In that case, Minerva, would you move off of Harry’s face, so I can try his
pussy-licking skills.” Rolanda released his dick to Poppy as she crawled over
to Minerva. Minerva moved off of Harry and Rolanda straddled Harry’s mouth at
that point as Poppy inserted his erection into her wet pussy. Harry began
licking Rolanda’s clit and cunt as Poppy slowly bounced up and down onto his
cock, both witches moaning instantly as they rode Harry’s tongue and dick.
Harry moaned himself as he devoured Rolanda’s pussy, sticking his tongue deep
into her snatch, and causing her to moan louder. “Merlin, Harry! Yes, just like
that!”
“Oh, Merlin Yes Harry!” Poppy screamed as she bounced up and down faster and
harder. At that moment, Minerva’s and Lily moans began to chime in with Poppy’s
and Rolanda’s. Harry couldn’t see what was happening, but he couldn’t help to
imagine them masturbating while watching the scene before them. Within minutes
of hearing that, Harry was at the point of climax, and was trying not to cum
before the two witches on top of him. Harry kept attacking Rolanda’s pussy as
he heard Poppy reach her orgasm, followed closely by Rolanda. Harry had no
choice at that point as he felt Poppy clench hard against his dick, causing him
to orgasm shooting his sperm into her pussy. As their orgasms ended, and Poppy
and Rolanda climbed off of Harry, Harry smiled contently as he found that he
wasn’t in any pain, and his cock was still up.
“You were right, Minerva.” Rolanda said as she slowly crawled over to her,
hungrily looking over at Harry’s dick. “His dick doesn’t seem to stop being
hard, and his stamina is impressive.”
“Well, as I said, it’s been a long time since I had a cock inside of me.” Poppy
said as she began licking off her juices from Harry’s cock. “And since I’ve
finally had a taste of Harry, I don’t want to think about the last time I had
one. Of course, his bloodlust could be the cause of this.”
“Wait, I actually thought that you made that up.” Harry slowly rose, this time
with only mild pain, and smiled at Poppy. “I mean, I know the last time you
told me that was Halloween night, and I believed it to be true. However, ever
since then, I’ve been fine, and I haven’t felt any urges to kill somebody just
to have the feeling again.”
“Well, that’s because you’ve been sexually active ever since then.” Poppy
explained, slowly stroking his dick. “I’m not talking about masturbating, of
course, I’m talking about Minerva and Divia Patil, and what you’ve been doing
with them. I suspect that I can include both Parvati and Padma as well, since
the Patil family are yours to do with, but that’s not up to me to say that’s
wrong. Now, since you’ve been having sex regularly, you haven’t felt the
bloodlust inside of you taking control. However, there may come a point when
you get older you’re your bloodlust will take over whether you want it or not.”
“Well, in that case, I should tend to my needs to keep my bloodlust in check
then.” Harry smiled as he slowly got to his knees, pain slightly increasing as
he moved. Poppy groaned as she was forced to let his cock go, but smiled when
Harry moved towards Rolanda’s behind. Poppy crawled behind Harry as he made his
way over to Rolanda and Minerva, who were kissing each other fiercely, with
Rolanda on top of Minerva. As for Lily, she was watching all of this intently
while constantly masturbating. Harry grabbed Rolanda’s ass at that moment and
plunged his entire length into her pussy. Rolanda instantly broke her embrace
with Minerva as she arched her back and moaned loudly. Poppy took Rolanda’s
place and began kissing and sucking on Minerva’s tits. Harry moved Rolanda off
of Minerva so Poppy could have a better access to Minerva as he drilled
Rolanda’s pussy as hard as he could. Rolanda tried moving in motion with Harry,
but as she tried, Harry pressed down on top of her, forcing her to collapse on
the bed. Rolanda was amazed at Harry’s strength as she felt his weight on top
of her and she felt an entirely new sense of pleasure as he rammed her cunt
like he was possessed. Rolanda felt Harry’s hand grip her crotch and his
fingers began playing with her clit, causing her to growl out moans and pants
at that moment. She was being dominated, and she liked it.
“Oh, Fucking Merlin! Harry, You’re An Animal!” Rolanda cried through the bed
sheets as she climaxed against Harry’s cock. Minutes after, Harry plunged his
entire length into her and growled loudly as he shot his load straight into her
womb. Harry was pleasantly surprised by his own reaction to his animalistic
nature. It was almost like there was some kind of beast inside of him and he
was feeling it now.
Harry pulled himself off of Rolanda and eyed Minerva and Poppy, who at that
moment were riding off of their own orgasms as they had their crotches together
and panting heavily. Rolanda was completely out of it at that point, and his
mother was enjoying watching the action, so when both Minerva and Poppy noticed
Harry crawling towards them, they were shocked to see how full of energy he
still was.
“Merlin Harry, I can’t believe that you’re still up!” Minerva gasped
breathlessly, pulling away from Poppy. She then got on all fours and presented
her ass to her master. “Well, I guess it’s my turn, then.”
“That’s right, Minerva, but I decided to go into another hole besides your
pussy.” Harry told her, and without any more indication, aimed his six-inch
member for her asshole. Minerva screamed hoarsely as she felt the tip of
Harry’s prick enter her tight ass. Harry grunted as he pushed his dick further
into her tight sphincter only managing to get two inches of his cock into her.
Minerva tried to relax and open her ass to her master, but as another inch of
his dick entered her, she yelped in pain. However, after nearly five minutes,
Harry had finally loosened Minerva’s ass with his dick and was fucking her in
earnest, grunting and growling like an animal while Minerva was moaning and
screaming loudly, feeling intense pleasure from having her master’s cock inside
of her ass. Within minutes of this, she had a very intense orgasm and collapsed
on the bed limp from the pleasure she was feeling. Harry smiled lustfully as he
placed his weight on top of her and drilled her asshole with intense
satisfaction of dominating his Transfiguration Professor. After making Minerva
cum two more times, Harry slammed his cock hard into her ass and shot his load
deep inside of her. Harry left his cock inside of her for a moment after as he
whispered into an exhausted Minerva’s ear. “I want your help teaching me to
become an Animagus, Minerva.”
“Yes, Master.” Minerva smiled tiredly before closing her eyes and went to
sleep, completely sated with obeying her master. Harry pulled out of her at
that point, getting back onto his knees and looking at Poppy, the only witch
who was still awake besides his mother, and crawled over to her as she looked
at him wide-eyed and opened her legs for him as well.
“My, my, Harry, an adult wizard would have been satisfied by now.” Poppy told
him, watching him climb on top of her and preparing to penetrate her pussy
again. “Oh well, I guess I can be thankful that I have an abundance of anti-
pregnancy potions available, because with a drive like yours, one of us will
definitely get pregnant otherwise.”
Harry plunged his dick into her pussy and possessively began fucking her again.
Poppy became more surprised as after he fucked her, Lily had her ghostly mouth
fucked until he came again and after that, he was still hard. During the rest
of the night, Harry took turns dominating each witch as they woke up, only to
make them pass out again in pleasure afterwards. When the morning sun had just
cracked the horizon, Harry had finally collapsed and fell asleep. Only Lily was
able to comment on Harry’s stamina at that point; saying: “Merlin, if he has
this type of drive while he’s injured and eleven, what kind of stamina will he
have when he’s healthy and older?”
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Two Days Later-Hospital Wing
Harry was smiling when he saw Neville and Hermione enter the Hospital Wing and
run over to him. Padma and Parvati were already next to him, already having
told him what happened after the events with Quirrell/Voldemort; much he had
already knew thanks to McGonagall, Pomfrey, and Hooch. Lily stood at the foot
of Harry’s hospital bed and smiled as Neville and Hermione both took turns in
hugging Harry, with Hermione lingering a little longer than Neville. After
Hermione let go of Harry, Neville began speaking.
“Sorry we couldn’t check on you sooner, Harry.” Neville told him as he sat on
the bed next to Harry’s. “Professor McGonagall wanted us to wait until you woke
up from the battle and had a chance to get your bearings on things. So, how
much have you found out?”
“Well, I know that Mr. Prendergast showed up and demanded that Dumbledore turn
over the Philosopher’s Stone.” Harry stated, wincing a bit as he felt some
minor pain still. “I also know that both your mum and grandmum are here too,
talking to Dumbledore about something. Do you know why they are here, Neville?”
“Sorry, Harry, but they haven’t said anything about why they’re here.” Neville
shook his head and said. “I can tell you that Gran was not happy we disobeyed
her and went after the stone.”
“What did she say?” Harry asked, wondering what Augusta would do when Harry got
better.
“Nothing.” Neville answered, slightly shivering. “Mum did all the talking for
her. Gran has never been that silent in front of me when she’s mad at
something.”
Harry wanted to put his hand on his god-brother’s shoulder, as he was genuinely
afraid of what his grandmother would do once she decided to speak to him.
Fortunately, Lily moved over to Neville and placed her hand on his shoulder,
holding it in place so it didn’t disappear into him. Hermione decided to tell
Harry what else had happened during the time Harry was unconscious.
“Nothing else happened save for everyone had to take the finals early.”
Hermione told Harry. “Professor Dumbledore made the announcement the morning
after what happened with Quirrell. Of course, I passed with flying colors, and
so did Neville. In fact, the entire first-year Gryffindor class were at the top
of all the finals taken. Ronald included, and I decided to finally forgive him,
so you can expect him to come visit you within moments from now.”
Harry groaned after hearing that, and both Padma and Parvati giggled at
Hermione and together said: “He already did.”
“What?” Hermione looked at the twins wide-eyed as Harry placed his hand over
his eyes. She looked at Neville with a glare and said: “I thought you said he
was still asleep.”
“He was, Hermione, I swear!” Neville said in defense with his hands up. “I
heard him snoring when I got up this morning.”
“He woke me up this morning.” Harry told them, still groaning a bit. “He must
have got up when the sun rose and headed straight over here. He told me
everything already and went on and on about what a hero I was until all three
of his brothers found him and dragged him out of here.”
“Oh.” Hermione said, mouthing an apology to Neville soon after. Then, she
looked at the Patils and asked: “How did you two know about Ronald?”
“Oh, we saw Percy, Fred, and George carry him out of here just before we
arrived.” Padma told Hermione, still giggling at the image.
“I’m sorry, Hermione, but it’s very funny seeing Ron trying to fight his
brothers while they carried him.” Parvati added, giggling with her sister.
At that moment, the doors to the Hospital Wing opened again and Professors
Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape walked in followed by Thaddeus, Alice and
Lady Augusta. Harry looked intently at Dumbledore’s demeanor as they walked
straight towards him and saw that he was not happy, which made Harry smile
inwardly. Lily also noticed that Snape was somewhat disheveled as he walked
behind Dumbledore and McGonagall, and knew that Severus would never have looked
like that unless he was really, really upset.
“Ah, I see that your friends are here to wish you well, Harry.” Dumbledore said
with a chuckle, but kept his somber demeanor. “However, I should tell you that
going after the Philosopher’s Stone after you were forbidden not to go to that
third-floor corridor was very careless and irresponsible of all three of you,
and I am very disappointed. Although, we did find out that Professor Quirrell
was inhabited by Voldemort, and thanks to both you and your mother, He-Who-
Must-Be-Named was once again defeated by The-Boy-Who-Lived.”
“What about the stone?” Harry asked, clearly wondering what happened with it,
but also one other thing. “How did I manage to get it when Quirrell couldn’t?”
“Ah, well you see I enlisted the help of the Mirror of Erised because of a
precaution it was not widely known about.” Dumbledore responded as Thaddeus
walked around and faced the headmaster. “You see, I put the stone there because
the only way to get it would be using someone who wanted to find it, but not
use it as that person would be able to get it from the mirror. Now, that is one
of my brighter ideas, and that is saying something.”
“As for the stone,” Thaddeus turned to Harry and pulled the stone out from his
jacket. “It’s here safe and sound. I’ve already had to hear from both
Dumbledore and the Ministry as to why they needed the stone to be here and how
they couldn’t see the unforeseen consequences of what happened with you, Harry.
However, the board of governors for the school here reached a decision that
Dumbledore should not have risked the safety of the students here and to make
sure it does not happen again, Dumbledore is being forced to hire a new
Professor here to better keep tabs on what he is doing.”
Harry could not contain his smile as he had a good idea as to who that
Professor was. Neville and Lily smiled as well when Hermione had to ask: “Who
is this new Professor?”
“I am.” Thaddeus answered. “I will be teaching here starting the next term as
the new History of Magic teacher. Professor Binns is still here, but will be
departing the school at the end of term. Now, as for the stone itself, I think
there is something you all should know.”
“What’s that?” Lily moved back over to Harry and asked him.
“After talking intently with the Flamels,” Thaddeus said, holding the stone in
front of everyone. “It has been decided by both Nicholas and Perenelle that the
Philosopher’s Stone will be given by the person who did the most to protect it:
Harry James Potter.”
Thaddeus showily handed the stone to Harry at that point, making sure that
Dumbledore and Snape saw this happen. Harry was bewildered, accepted the stone,
asking: “Why?”
“Ask me later, okay?” Thaddeus said, hinting over to Dumbledore.
“Well, if that’s all, then it’s best that young Mister Potter gets his rest.”
Dumbledore said, trying to motion everyone to leave. Alice and Augusta stood
for a moment, though, with the latter saying to both Harry and Neville: “You
two are grounded the minute you get off the train. Do you hear me?”
“Augusta, we don’t get Harry until July, remember?” Alice said, a little
fearful of addressing her mother-in-law.
“Well, then he’s grounded the minute he enters Longbottom Manor!” Augusta
shouted, turning to leave the Hospital Wing. “Chores! Chores All Summer For You
Both!”
Harry was wide-eyed at seeing how mad Augusta was, and for a moment, he was
somewhat glad that he didn’t have to go to Longbottom Manor until the first of
July. Neville was clearly shivering at the thought of what Augusta had in mind
for chores as he, Hermione, and the Patils left the Hospital Wing behind the
adults. However, thankfully Neville didn’t have to deal with the Dursleys.
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Mid-June Afternoon-King’s Cross Station
Harry hugged Neville, Alice, Hermione, Padma and Parvati in turn as they all
went their separate ways. Thankfully, Harry was going to be travelling with
Thaddeus and Mrs. Figg, who somehow convinced Vernon and Petunia not to pick
him up from the station to get him home. During that time, Harry had met Ron’s
parents, Molly and Arthur Weasley, along with their youngest, Ginny, who as
soon as Harry introduced himself ran up to him and hugged him tightly,
something Harry thought that his allure had nothing to do with. After the
Weasleys said their goodbyes, the Patils, Divia included, were next to leave,
all hugging and kissing Harry in a way that shouldn’t have been in public.
Finally, before Neville and his mother said their goodbyes, Hermione introduced
her parents, Daniel and Emmaline Granger.
“Pleasure to meet you, Harry.” Mr. Granger shook Harry’s hand.
“Charmed as well, Harry.” Mrs. Granger did the same.
Harry genuinely smiled at Hermione’s parents as he shook their hands. Harry
thought they looked like model Muggles, with Hermione’s father looking tall,
slender but perfectly fit for a man not showing even the slightest of age upon
him. Hermione’s mother was, well let’s say if Hermione was the spitting image
of her mother, then Harry could easily see Hermione becoming his wife in the
future. Harry introduced the Grangers to Thaddeus after that, who shook their
hands and Neville did the same with his mother.
After Harry, Neville, and company said their goodbyes to Hermione, the Grangers
walked through King’s Cross Station to their exit. Mr. Granger was very quiet,
but smiled as his wife and daughter talked all the way to their cab that they
were taking.
“Oh, Hermione, I’m so glad that you have friends at Hogwarts dear.” She told
her daughter. “Your father and I have been so worried about you not finding
any.”
“Mother, I am perfectly capable of making friends any time I please.” Hermione
rebutted. “Those children in primary school were just too juvenile for my
taste.”
“Really?” Mrs. Granger asked her daughter. “They’re the same age as you. I
really think that you should act more your age, Hermione.”
“I’m afraid that discussion will have to wait.” Mr. Granger said, stopping her
daughter from replying. “Now, Hermione, there is someone I want you to meet.
He’s a very good friend of mine and wants very much to meet you and Emma.”
Hermione looked quizzingly at her father as they got into the cab and instantly
noticed that an elderly bald man was in the front passenger seat of the cab.
The man turned and smiled, offering his hand to Hermione and said: “Hello, Miss
Hermione Granger. My Name is Garrett Grin, and I’m very pleased to meet you and
your mother for the first time.”
Hermione looked at her father before shaking the elderly man’s hand as her
father reassured her that the man was his friend. Mrs. Granger also shook Mr.
Grin’s hand, neither her nor Hermione knowing that this man was the leader of
the Human Supremacists, as well as the notorious Gellert Grindlewald.
“I’m very interested in getting to know you, Miss Granger.” Mr. Grin said to
the bushy haired girl. “I especially would love to hear about your new school
and about all of your friends.”
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