"Ready?"
Cho bit down on her lip and nodded. Yes, she was ready. After the Dementors last year, she wanted to learn a Patronus spell. She had no idea why the Ministry decided to employ such things.
"Could you…show me?" Cho asked.
"The first thing you need to do is take a deep breath," Harry said. "Think of a happy memory. Once you've remembered how that memory makes you feel, you can channel those feelings into the Patronus spell."
Harry closed his eyes and Cho did the same thing.
"EXPECTO PATRONUM!"
The beautiful and powerful Patronus filled the room. Goosebumps appeared on Cho's arms and she shook. The power really rocked her. Everyone speculated how powerful Harry Potter could be. But, to feel and see it up close and personal, it was something else.
"Are you ready?" Harry asked. "Breath, happy memory, and feel."
Cho closed her eyes and let the magic flow.
"EXPECTO PATRONUM!"
Cho could feel it, a small wisp erupting from her wand. But she lost the connection and fell back.
"Maybe your memory wasn't strong enough?" Harry asked. "Maybe you need a strong sensation…for a Patronus spell which would really light up the room?"
There was also the fact that a Patronus spell was a lot easier to cast in a room without a Dementor than when staring down one of those monsters. Harry put his hands on Cho's shoulders. She turned her head around and with a surprising motion, pressed her lips onto Harry, snogging him madly.
Well that escalated quickly. Although, Harry should not be surprised. Cho's tongue sought entry into Harry's mouth. The two made out vigorously with each other.
The snogging session wrapped up and Cho breathed in and out for another minute.
"Let's try that again."
Cho closed her eyes.
"EXPECTO PATRONUM!"
Another, more solid form ,although Cho found herself a bit breathless. Harry grabbed her and pulled her in, kissing the side of her neck.
"Better that time," Harry said. "But, I think we need to create a stronger memory."
Harry slipped his hand underneath Cho's blouse and started to fondle her right breast. His other hand hiked up her skirt and removed her panties before sliding his fingers into her.
"OOOH, HARRY!"
Harry was certain Cho could feel his bulge grind up against her lower back. He had wanted to do this for almost a year and he left Cho just shaking for more. He sucked the back of her neck and left marks on her. Harry undid Cho's shirt completely and freed her bosom from her bra. He played with her breasts while fingering with her.
"So, how are you feeling, Ms. Chang?" Harry asked her.
"OOOH, GOOD!" Cho moaned. "I'll let you do anything you want to me."
"Good, I'm glad," Harry said. "I believe it's time for you to try a Patronus….in a minute. Right after you finish."
Harry brought Cho over the edge with his fingers and made her cry out in pleasure. Cho's arm was shaking when he finished fingering her to the edge. He pulled Cho closer towards him and jammed his digits deep inside of her. Cho tightened and released his fingers inside of her.
"Okay, get yourself ready."
Cho channeled the feeling she felt when Harry just fingered her to an orgasm.
"EXPECTO PATRONUM!"
And it was more solid that time. Without any pause, Harry dove between Cho's thighs and began to eat her out. Cho just let out another cry when she jerked her hips up and down. Harry leaned into her and used his tongue. He devoured Cho, something that he could not believe possible a month ago.
Yet, Cho Chang willingly spread her legs and let Harry Potter eat her out. Harry's impressive tongue worked back and forth inside of her pussy, vibrating inside of her and sending another couple of jolts through her body. Cho's hips bucked up and she let out another moan when she exploded for him.
Harry pulled away from Cho and kissed up and down her body, making her lose it for him. Harry's tongue worked its way down her body and ensured she was losing it for him. He was about ready to tell Cho to cast the Patronus spell for him. Before Harry could manage anything, Cho removed his cock out of his pants and shoved it deep into her mouth, moaning as her lips wrapped around him.
"CHO!"
Harry closed his eyes. Cho Chang was down on her knees and willingly pushing Harry's cock between her lips, making her moan. Harry just leaned in and rammed his cock deeper inside of her mouth. Harry pumped deeper and deeper inside of her mouth and with another jolt fired deep inside of her throat.
Cho tilted her head back and swallowed an excessive amount of cum down into her throat. She closed her eyes and smiled when rising up.
"Thanks for the boost," Cho said. "Let's trying it again.
Cho took a second to lick her lips clean before she fired.
"EXPECTO PATRONUM!"
The Patronus filled the room, although it was not as solid and powerful as the one Harry performed. Cho gasped when Harry bent her over one of the tables.
"Going to have to give you a bit stronger memory," Harry said.
"OOOH, YES!"
Harry's rod was hard and it slammed deep into Cho's hungry pussy from behind. Harry felt himself drive deep inside of her.
"Do you want to be mine, Miss Chang?"
"YES!"
And to think, Harry did not need to use the Imperius Curse to get the woman he spent the better part of the summer lusting over. Just a display of magic and he got her addicted to him. Harry pressed down inside of her and rode the hell out of Cho. Cho tightened her grip around Harry and released his cock.
Harry pushed deeper into Cho and rode the hell out of her snug little pussy. He leaned in and slipped his hands down onto Cho's tits and squeezed them. She let out a cry.
"I hope you make the best Patronus ever."
Cho did. She would focus on the feeling that she got when Harry rammed his impressive cock deep into her body time and time again. Harry leaned in and edged her to another orgasm. Cho tightened her grip around him and made her explode for him. Harry slipped his rod deeper inside of her and made her explode.
"Go ahead, Cho. Let it all out."
Cho just threw her hips back and screamed for the heavens, orgasming hard for Harry. She came so hard, she might not be coherent enough to perform a Patronus spell right away. However, her body was shaking something fierce when Harry finished riding her.
The second Harry pulled away, Su Li was in front of him on her knees and she slurped Harry's dripping cock into her mouth. The eager Ravenclaw bobbed her mouth up and down.
"And how long have you been here?" Harry asked her.
Su said nothing, but she felt that cock go into the back of her throat. Harry grabbed Su's head and used her mouth like his own personal fuck hole. Su drooled around his cock when he pumped deeper and deeper inside of her throat.
"Oooh, oooh, oooh, mmm, oooh, yes!" Harry said.
Su pulled out.
"I think Padma wants a lesson as well. Don't you, Padma?"
Padma Patil stepped into the room and she surprised Harry by snogging him passionately.
"After Parvati told me all about you, I had to have a go," Padma said.
Harry ran his hands down her beautiful brown legs and then removed her skirt.
"Well, let's see if you taste as nice as your sister."
"Show her your Patronus spell first."
Su casually gave Harry a footjob when she ate Cho out. Harry pointed his wand to the edge of the room.
"EXPECTO PATRONUM!"
Padma shook and her pussy dripped her juices down to the ground. Harry decided to grab Padma and bend her over before eating her out.
"OOOH, YES!"
Cho and Su dropped down to worship Harry's cock while he ate Padma out. It was true. Both twins tasted divine and Harry could not resist sampling Padma. He would have to really taste Parvati and Padma side by side to get the differences, but that was to come.
"I need you, Harry!"
Harry smiled and pulled Padma over. He laid on top of her and stripped her down until she was naked. Harry kissed every inch of her body. Padma's breasts might be a slight bit smaller than Parvati's, but not by much. However she had wider hips and Harry grabbed ahold of her. He leaned in and pushed his cock deep inside of her.
"Another one of my slutty Ravens. You sure the hat didn't want to put you in Huffleslut?"
Padma just let out another breath. Harry lowered his cock inside of her before she could answer. Her gorgeous chest squashed up against his chest. Harry rapidly plunged down into Padma and rode the hell out of her. Flesh slapped together constantly when Harry pushed deeper inside of her. Padma tightened her grip around Harry and started to milk his cock as he plunged deeper inside of her.
"Deeper, deeper ,deeper….oooooh….yes!"
Su and Cho scissored each other. Su smiled, obviously a witch who played the long game. She watched as another one of her roomates was dicked down by the majesty that was Harry Potter. Su, Mandy, and Padma all had experienced the powerful magical staff of the Boy-Who-Lived. However, Lisa and Morag were being left out of the fun and Su hoped they could enjoy the fun and games sooner rather than later.
"HARRY!"
Padma showed how wild she could be, clinging into Harry's back.
"Oooh, I want you to destroy me," Padma said. "That's my stud…smash my pussy. Oooh, oooh, oooh, that's it! Drill me, drill me hard, hero boy!"
Harry wondered how their mother was like. He saw a couple of pictures of Preeti Patil and she looked stunning. Right now, he focused on dicking a happy memory straight into Padma so she could feel a nice Patronus.
"Fuck my ass."
That had surprised Harry.
"Ooh, you kinky little bitch," Su said.
Su helpfully got Harry's fingers nice and moist. He pulled back and slammed them into Padma's asshole, getting her nice and wide.
"You sure you can….I guess she did."
Cho answered that own question, as Padma's juicy asscheeks surrounded Harry's cock. The dark skinned witch just moaned. She wanted to one-up her twin. No way Harry was not going to take advantage of this competitive spirit in the future. Harry leaned in and thrusted deep inside of her.
"Oooh, God, Harry, you're so fucking big!" Padma moaned. "I'm going to have to join you and Parvati….one of these days….I bet I can make you cum faster than she can."
"Well, I'd like to see what happens," Harry groaned.
Padma cried out in pleasure and he slammed deeper inside of her. Padma tightened her walls around his cock and pushed deeper inside of her. Harry pulled back on Padma's hair and kept thrusting deeper inside of her. He could feel the tightness surround him.
"Oooh, nut in her perfect arse," Su breathed. "Wreck that bitch. Not that there's any other men in this school. Just a bunch of femboys."
Harry grunted and pushed deeper into Padma as Cho and Su fingered each other to the edge. Their insides tightened around each other and they released their juices all over each other's fingers. Harry edged deeper into Padma and with another push he erupted deep inside of her ass.
An anal creampie stuffed inside of the arse of Padma Patil. Padma Patil just collapsed down and breathed heavily.
"Let me clean that up for you."
And with that, Cho put her mouth on Harry's cock. Su meanwhile tongue-fucked Padma's ass and ensured that the cum had been licked from her anal cavity.
Lessons were going quite well tonight.
Severus Snape paced around the dungeons in a fury. First, Potter dared challenge him on the house point issue and triggered an investigation into his conduct as a teacher by a Tribunal. Something that had not been done in hundreds of years and students were not supposed to know about. Yet, Potter found out. And then, his own Slytherins, by a slim majority, banished him from the Head of the Slytherin house, and now he had been presented by both a restraining order against Potter and also a suit which charged Snape of defamation of character by spreading lies against Potter.
He was arrogant enough to believe that any criticism counted as a lie.
Dumbledore told Snape to stand back and let him defuse the situation. However, Potter refused to back down. Dumbledore indulged the brat way too much and now Potter's swollen head had given him an overinflated sense of self worth.
Snape knew Potter would never respect what he did. If it was not for Snape, Potter would not be alive.
One of Snape's greatest regrets was handing the prophecy to the Dark Lord because he pretty much shackled him to an entirely different master for the past thirteen years. And forced him to look at Potter. And every time he looked back at Potter, he saw James Potter's smug face, with the eyes that belonged to the one that had been poisoned against him.
Potter baited Snape and Snape said something to Lily. But with people constantly whispering in her ear against him, Lily refused to accept Snape's apology. And thus, she pushed him to the Death Eaters. But, Snape forgave her, and tried to get the Dark Lord to spare her, while also going to Dumbledore to try and shield her.
And now the result of Snape's worst day stood before him day after day, and Dumbledore tried to push Snape to interact with the boy, to try and teach him some kind of lesson. But, his arrogance just rose with each passing year, as he put himself at greater risk, thus disrespecting the memory of the woman who James Potter swiped away from Snape.
If Snape had his way, Potter would be under compulsion potions so he could do what they needed him to do. His sacrifice would mean the end of the Dark Lord, another man who betrayed Snape, stabbing him in the back, and taking what he needed.
Snape did not want to teach at Hogwarts. He would rather leave, but if Potter succeeded in removing him from his post, then it would be another time a Potter had gotten the better of him. Which put Severus Snape in a position to fight to keep a job he despised.
However, Snape overheard some of the Slytherins discuss about what Lyra Malfoy's game was, supporting Potter. And something occurred to Snape. Malfoy had decided to stage a power play in Slytherin and was using Potter as a pawn. After he coddled and enabled that brat for years, she was another one who decided to betray him.
Snape began to draft a letter to Lucius Malfoy, advising him that his daughter was having an illicit affair with Harry Potter. Lucius would cut Lyra off from her trust vault and force her to abandon whatever plan he had. Lucius owed Snape that much, due to Snape deciding not to turn over key evidence that would get Lucius and his followers sent to Azkaban.
Evidence which Snape still had filed away to this day. But, Lucius could use his influence and convince the Board of Governors to stop the Tribunal.
Snape smirked. Potter thought he won. Well, Snape would make him pay for his arrogance.
Lyra Malfoy turned up, along with Daphne Greengrass, Tracey Davis, and Theodore Nott, who approached Harry with a parchment.
"As promised, Potter, the document," Nott said. "But, as you can no doubt tell, putting me under the Imperius Curse so I can fulfill my obligations, is completely within the terms and…it's somewhat accepted to keep the Nott family line alive."
"So other than you, your father and your grandfather are the last men in the line," Harry said.
"Yes," Nott confirmed.
Nott obviously thought that Harry Potter was still a harmless Gryffindor, who was a good boy who followed Dumbledore's ideals. Otherwise, he would not have followed this Imperius Curse thing.
"I want you to sign this," Harry said. "Standard agreement that you agreed to this."
And Nott signed the contract without reading it. His arrogance would be his undoing.
"Idiot," Lyra murmured while shaking her head.
"I'm ready, Potter."
"I know," Harry said. "Imperio."
The curse washed over Nott instantly. Harry sensed that it had a tighter grip on him than anyone else. He really was weak-willed, even more so than Lyra was. And Lyra was extremely submissive to his power.
"Well, your contract says that your duty is to ensure that Daphne is satisfied throughout your marriage, but according to ancient law, you're practically married once the contract is signed," Harry said. "The marriage ceremony is just a formality for the family to celebrate."
"Yes, it is," Lyra agreed. "Just an excuse for a bunch of people to get drunk."
Theodore Nott nodded in response.
"Take off your clothes."
Even Lyra was taken aback by this.
"And Lyra? Take my clothes off…slowly…without magic."
Lyra complied, much to Daphne and Tracey's amusement. She slowly exposed Harry's body. Strong, powerful, muscular, masculine, as he had been building himself up over the past few weeks. His chest and abs and arms and legs were drool worthy, but naturally, his cock, which was not even completely erect was the prize.
"Damn," Nott murmured.
Nott stood there, thin, weedy, and quite unassuming. And his manhood was just as unassuming. He would not even make a good femboy, as Dudley called them. Just a sad state.
"Tracey, get me to full size."
Tracey dropped to her knees and eagerly took Harry's cock into her mouth. She sucked it, hard. The loud sounds of sucking echoed through the room. Nott viewed his cock get bigger and bigger.
"Nott…get to full size."
Nott murmured something.
"Could you speak up, please?" Lyra asked, although she understood.
"It's as big as it gets," Nott said.
"So, not a shower or a grower," Harry said. "I would ask you to take a look at my cock, but obviously you can't take your eyes off of it. I bet you wish you were Tracey right now, right?"
Nott responded with a nod, eyes greedily falling on Harry's cock.
"Would you agree that my cock would please Daphne better than your pathetic little clit?" Harry asked him.
"Yes, it would," Nott said.
"So, your duty is to ensure that Daphne is pleased," Harry said. "And I think that nothing would please her better to sleep with a real man. Wouldn't you agree that I'm a real man, Teddy?"
"My name is Theodore," he murmured.
"No, someone with a little boy cock gets a little boy name," Harry said. "Daphne, which cock would you rather have inside of you?"
"Is this even a question?" Daphne asked.
"Humor it."
"Yours, Harry," Daphne said.
Daphne reached forward and touched Harry's cock, stroking it. She smiled and purposely played with Harry's cock. The contract finally let her touch him, because Nott agreed that he was the better man.
"I see you standing there, Nott, and craving the flesh of a more powerful wizard," Harry said. "For the moment, I will allow you to stand aside Daphne in public. No touching, but most pureblood men don't touch their wives. In fact, many of them willingly bowed before a half-blood who claimed he was a lord."
Daphne kept stroking Harry's cock, almost in triumph. And Harry pulled her into a deep embrace.
"But, I think…behind closed doors, there will be a different story," Harry said. "I don't think you should be looking at cocks like mine either. They're too much for a little boy like you, Teddy."
"Yes, sir," Theodore said, hanging his head in shame.
"The cocks you crave, are much like yours, of a more unremarkable variety," Harry said. "And if they belong to half-bloods, Muggleborns, or blood traitors, so much the better. You will be a king…or queen, whatever your preference is, of worshiping micro-penis."
Theodore nodded.
"Forgive me, sir," Theodore said.
"I think my dear husband should be punished for thinking your majestic cock was worth of him, honey," Daphne said while she fondled Harry's balls. "May I?"
"Be my guest."
Daphne conjured a chastity cage. Harry marveled at Daphne's skill at making one tight enough to make it painful around his cock.
"If you even sway from your purpose, that will send a jolt though your body that will make you wish for the Cruciatias Curse," Daphne said. "Is that clear?"
"Yes, dear," Theodore said.
"Good boy."
Daphne patted Theodore on the head as if he was a dog. And to her, he was. Daphne planned to make Nott's grandfather regret this contract.
"And here I thought Astoria was the cruel sister," Lyra murmured. "And as amusing it is to emasculate Nott, we are here for my lessons."
"And if you don't throw off that curse by tomorrow night, your goig to be wearing a Maid's outfit for Halloween and for every day there after," Daphne reminded her. "You may return to the Slytherin Common Room…good puppy."
Nott returned, without bothering to put his clothes back on. And Harry did not tell him and neither did Daphne.
"Yes," Lyra said.
"Well, now Nott basically signed a contract to give me full license to cuckold him, let's make this more interesting," Harry said. "If you can throw off the Imperius Curse by tomorrow night, then I will allow you to sleep with me."
"Allow me?" Lyra asked.
"Oh, she's cute, still thinking she has control," Daphne murmured.
"Be grateful I'm giving you the chance," Harry said.
"Yes," Lyra said.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, Daddy," Lyra said. "I'll be a good girl, Daddy."
"But if you don't, I'm going to bang Daphne's brains out, and then I'm going to make you my personal sex slave, while you're in a maid's outfit," Harry said.
"Oooh, I like that," Daphne said.
"So, if Lyra wins, do you do the same thing to Daphne in the maid's outfit?" Tracey asked.
"Fair is fair," Harry said.
"Yes"
Harry put Lyra under the Imperius Curse for three straight hours. And made her do several tasks, which she struggled to fight off, but she could not fight off.
"Almost midnight," Harry said after he finished. "You have twenty-four hours."
Lyra was breathless afterwards. She would not be this fatigued if he pinned her down and used her as a toy. Daphne just smiled and leaned in and kissed him.
"Until tomorrow night, lover," Daphne said.
It was an unspoken agreement that Daphne would only be married to Nott, until his father and grandfather were eliminated. Then Theodore Nott would have an accident not unlike Katerina Zabini's many late husbands.
Harry, in the meantime, had Astronomy class to attend.
After Astronomy finished, Professor Sinistra invited Harry to stay behind after class to help her with something.
"Well, the new Head of the Slytherin house," Harry said. "Congratulations. You're an improvement."
"I should hope that I'm going to do my best," Professor Sinistra said. "Although, I half expect the Headmaster to find some obscure loophole to reinstate Professor Snape. And….I heard the rumors about Miss Granger. Are you going ahead with the Tribunal?"
"I can't back down," Harry told her.
"Well, you're doing a bold thing," Professor Sinistra said. "And I like a man of action…and I have to say, that Charity….Professor Burbage is taken with you…after you've taken her repeatedly every night in your detentions."
And with that, Professor Sinistra backed him against the wall.
"You know, a powerful young man is quite the catch here at Hogwarts," she remarked. "And I think you know the real reason why I'm keeping you after class…and will continue to keep you after class."
The gorgeous Astronomy Professor leaned in and Harry met her halfway with a kiss. It was a spark of energy.
"I do, Professor," Harry said once the kiss broke.
"Good," she said. "And call me, Aurora…we're going to get a bit more personal, aren't we, Harry?"
Aurora took off her robe and she wore a lacy black corset underneath, along with a thong, and matching stockings and garter belt. Every inch of her exposed dark skin pulled Harry in. Harry leaned in and Aurora snogged him like she was back at Hogwarts.
She reached down and rubbed Harry's cock, and made him grunt. She slipped her hand down into his pants and kept teasing him, bringing inch after inch of his cock up into her hand. Aurora decided to remove Harry's pants and pull his undershorts down.
She dropped down to her knees and inspected the merchandise.
"Twelve points to Gryffindor," Aurora breathed lustfully. "One for each glorious inch."
Aurora slipped her beautiful plump lips around Harry's rod. Harry would be lying if he did not have dreams that started like this, with his gorgeous professor slurping on his cock. Harry put his hand on the back of Aurora's head and pushed his rod down into her throat, making her gasp around his length. Harry slipped his rod deeper and deeper down into her throat, making her cry in pleasure. Aurora let out another cry, and thrusted deep inside of her throat.
"Aurora," Harry grunted.
Aurora pushed down onto his cock and sucked him off hard. Harry pushed deeper and deeper into the back of her throat and rode her mouth. Aurora let out another moan, breathing heavily when he pushed into her mouth. She fondled Harry's balls and looked into his eyes.
That sexy stare caused Harry to lose his mind and his nut straight down Aurora's hot throat. Harry grabbed the back of Aurora's head and with one more plunge, he fired deep inside of the back of her throat. Aurora let out another cry and groaned when he constantly nutted down into her throat.
"Mmmm."
A strand of cum hung from Harry's cock and Aurora licked it up. She pulled her thong to the side.
"I'm a Slytherin, Harry," Aurora said. "I want to see what a Parselmouth could do."
Harry obliged her and shoved his tongue deep inside of Aurora's box. She tasted like honey and Harry could not wait to feast upon her. His tongue flickered back and forth inside of her. She let out another cry. Aurora shook underneath his tongue when he thrilled her and made her orgasm underneath him.
"OOOH, YES! TEN POINTS TO GRYFFINDOR FOR PERFECT ORAL PRESENTATION!"
Harry spoiled vibrating wands, often found at the shop in Diagon Alley that Narcissa Malfoy frequented. Aurora was shaking as his tongue worked against her. He briefly sucked on her clit. He was gaining more experience and also a lot of confidence, especially with these older witches.
After he spent quite a bit of time eating out Aurora, Aurora pounced on top of him and kissed him. Her breasts were out. Harry enjoyed those delicious big chocolate titties, smashing his mouth onto them and sucking them hard.
"Oooh, yes, baby," Aurora moaned. "I need that cock inside of me."
Harry aimed his cock for Aurora's hot slit. He grabbed her hips and plunged the stunning Astronomy teacher down, and filled her up. Aurora tightened her walls around him and made her cry.
"Oooh, Charity is a selfish bitch for keeping this all to herself!" Aurora moaned. "You know…if you wanted to….I'm sure you could transfer to Arithmancy and Study of Ancient Runes. Professor Vector and Professor Babbling would love to have you, Mr. Potter."
Given what he saw of the two professors, Harry would love to have them as well. However, Harry would love to have Aurora. Aurora plunged his cock deeper and deeper inside of her wet pussy. She let out another cry and pushed deep inside of her, making her cry for him.
"Well, in the meantime, I think you're going to cum for me, Professor."
"YESSSS! TEN POINTS TO GRYFFINDOR!"
After Aurora rode Harry to an orgasm, Harry turned her around. He had to clap those cheeks while pounding Aurora doggy style. She let out another cry. Were black witches particularly submissive to his big white cock? Or was it just Angelina and Aurora? Regardless, Harry plunged deeper and deeper inside of her and grabbed her.
"Pull my hair, Harry!" Aurora yelled. "Oooh, that's it! TEN POINTS TO GRYFFINDOR."
With each orgasm, Aurora kept shouting "Ten Points to Gryffindor!" If these counted, Harry fixed to rack up more points in a night that Hermione did in an entire week. Harry pushed deeper and deeper inside of here. She let out another cry when he plunged down into her. His manhood kept slamming deeper inside of her. He let out another groan when he pushed deeper inside of her, moaning when he slammed deep inside of her.
Harry would have loved to spend more time buried balls deep in Aurora. However, he did have an early morning Healer appointment and he told Aurora this.
"Oooh, just finish, Harry, and we'll pick this up…next time."
Harry rammed deeper and deeper inside of her. Aurora let out another hard moan until Harry finished deep inside of his sexy teacher, and left her dripping.
"A further ten points to Gryffindor."
Harry left Aurora breathing heavily. They would have to do this again.
Lucius Malfoy put down the long letter Snape wrote him, in desperate need of a drink. Only, his wife cut him off that one. His daughter was aligned with Potter, behind his back.
And he had the inability to cut off his daughter's access from her trust vault to make sure her obedience was ensured, due to Narcissa strictly limiting Lucius's access. Lucius had no idea how Narcissa found out about the entire Chamber of Secrets mess. Lucius's plan was to discredit Arthur Weasley and also Dumbledore. Unfortunately, banking his plans on a shade of the Dark Lord not having his own ideas, perhaps had been a mistake.
Lucius had been trapped. If he told Snape there was nothing he could do, then Dumbledore would likely find out that Lucius had been financially crippled. And others had been as well.
"Narcissa?" Lucius asked his wife. "Could you please come in here for a second?"
Narcissa stepped inside, still dressed in her nightwear. It would be a sight that would stop many men in their tracks but Lucius had far more imposing concerns.
"It appears that a certain Mr. Potter is involved with our daughter," Lucius said.
"Well, she could do far worse," Narcissa remarked. "He is the Head of both the Potter and Black families….even if Dumbledore made sure he was ignorant of his heritage."
Lucius had an idea to turn this plan around. Snape was a disposable asset, but he had bigger fish to fry. And if he could his hands on the Black estate, he could invalidate Narcissa's control over the Malfoy estate.
The boy knew nothing about pureblood politics, which made him extremely vulnerable.
"Why don't we invite Mr. Potter to dinner?" Lucius asked. "I think it's time we got to know more about the young man that has caught my daughter's eye."
"Well, I'll send him an invitation," Narcissa said. "Next Saturday?"
"Gives us plenty of time to prepare," Lucius said
Lucius smirked when his wife turned her back. He would turn around this situation and have even more power and leverage. It would give him time to use what little allowance he had to procure both love and obedience potions. It was an investment that would pay off.
"I can't believe you talked me into this."
Pansy Parkinson grumbled when she followed Lyra, and Autumn Runcorn brought up the rear.
"We're not only breaking into Snape's private stores, but we're breaking into his own personal vault," Autumn said. "Why?"
"I thought you liked a challenge," Lyra said.
"Why are we doing it, though?" Autumn asked.
"Felix Felicis," Lyra murmured.
"The luck potion?" Pansy asked. "You…you're going to use that to…you're going to use that to fight the Imperius Curse?"
"You know, I thought you couldn't get any lower, but that's what you do to win a bet?" Autumn asked.
"You two are going to help me," Lyra said.
"If Snape catches us, we're dead," Pansy said.
Autumn shushed them, and did her best to negate the protections around the vault.
"I need a password," Autumn said.
Lyra had an idea.
"Lily."
The vault sprung open and allowed them access. And inside the vault, in the back, had a shrine with several lilies and pictures of Lily Evans surrounding it. Lyra found herself revolted, and she really hoped that Snape did not come here to pleasure himself.
The pictures had figures cut out of them. And in the back of the vault there was a portrait of Lily Evans herself. The tag indicated it had been commissioned by Patricia Rakepick and painted by Badeea Ali. But, somehow, Snape had gotten ahold of it.
"The potion has to be in here somewhere," Lyra said.
"It's to the cabinet on the right, but no amount of luck will prevent you from becoming my son's toy."
Pansy almost screamed but thankfully Autumn had the presence of mind to clap her mouth.
"You're awake," Lyra said.
"And you better not waste any time, because he comes down here every morning," Lily said. "I refuse to talk to him. I have nothing to say to the bastard."
Lyra took the Luck Potion and carefully pushed the beaker into her bag.
"Thanks," Lyra said.
"Good luck, you're going to need it," Lily said.
Lyra, Pansy and Autumn slipped from the vault.
"So, we should tell Potter a portrait of his mother is down in Snape's vault?" Pansy asked.
"Mmm, yes," Lyra said. "But, after the lesson. He doesn't need any more distractions."
If Lyra had not been trying to get out of here and avoid Snape, she would have questioned how a portrait locked away knew what Harry was doing with her.
Breakfast the next morning and Harry would be heading off to his Healer's appointment at St. Mungos. Chiara advised him to eat a balanced breakfast.
"Did you hear about Nott? He was walking the Hogwarts halls naked! McGonagall caught him and deducted fifty points from Slytherin from indecent exposure."
A pair of letters arrived from Harry. The first was an invitation to dine with the Malfoy family next Saturday. And the second letter, it was from the infamous Katrina Zabini.
Parvati's eyes widened when she saw who the letter was from.
"Watch out, Harry, you could be number eight," Seamus said when he caught a glimpse of it.
Harry looked over and Penelope walked over to him.
"What does it say?" Penelope asked.
"It says she wishes to meet with me regarding my charge attacking her son," Harry said.
"Hermione?" Penelope asked.
"Hermione," Harry said. "She has a proposition for me."
"Be careful," Penelope warned him.
Harry nodded. Katerina Zabini's reputation was well known. And she had never been charged or even accused of anything legally, despite much rumor and innuendo surrounding her dead husbands.
"Mr. Potter."
Professor McGonagall approached him and Harry raised an eyebrow before she walked over.
"Mr. Potter, I can't stop you from going, although the Headmaster says it's his wishes that you remain at Hogwarts and go to the Hospital Wing if you're not well," McGonagall said.
"Well, I'll take his wishes in account when he takes mine in account regarding Snape," Harry said.
"Professor Snape, Mr. Potter," McGonagall told him.
"Maybe not for long, Professor," Harry said.
McGonagall just flashed Harry a disapproving gaze, but Harry refused to back down over it.
"I will go with Harry, Professor."
Beatrice stepped in with a smile on her face.
"And I'll be with him too," Penelope said. "And we're meeting with Andromeda Tonks. You remember her daughter, don't you?"
"Vividly," McGonagall responded dryly. "Although Andromeda had all of her daughter's fire, with more grace….well good luck, Potter. I hope it goes well."
Penelope grabbed one of Harry's hands and Beatrice grabbed the other. This year's Head Girl and last year's Head Girl proved that Harry was in good hands.
"POTTER!"
Oscar Grimes turned up, still wearing the Head Boy badge, despite giving every chance to surrender it with grace.
"You can't leave," Grimes said. "The Headmaster….has told me that you're forbidden from leaving this school."
"Well, tell the Headmaster that I have permission from my legal guardian," Harry said. "And I'm not sure why you think you have anything to do with anything. You were given a vote of no confidence."
"The Headmaster will sort out this rubbish, why do you think he's gone now?" Grimes asked.
"You aren't nearly important enough for him to burn political capital," Beatrice said.
"I'm the Head Boy, and you will…."
"Well, I'm the Head Girl, and I've got support from most of the prefects, and the students," Beatrice said. "And there's a few members of the staff who aren't too fond of you either."
Grimes had been gobsmacked.
"You can't leave."
"I'd like to see you stop me, Grimey," Harry said.
"Detention!" Grimes yelled. "With Mr. Filch. For the next week."
"Which I won't be attending," Harry said. "What are you going to do about it?"
Before Grimes could say anything, he had been bond up, with a ball gag in his mouth for favor thanks to a very annoyed Beatrice.
"Was the ball gag really necessary?" Penelope asked.
"He's Dumbledore's bitch," Beatrice said. "I thought it was very appropriate…now let's go. You don't want to be late."
The staff was not in too much of a hurry to free Grimes. Finally, good old reliable Professor Flitwick took pity on him.
"I can't be treated like this!" Grimes yelled. "I'm Head Boy."
"Not even Percy Weasley took his job this seriously," Professor Vector murmured.
"Septima," McGonagall warned her.
"POTTER! WHERE IS HE?"
And Severus Snape stormed out of the dungeons.
"You just missed him," McGonagall said in a tense voice.
"A very important potion has gone missing from my vault," Snape said. "I know Potter stole it, like he's been stealing Polyjuice Potion ingredients all year."
"Why would Potter steal polyjuice potion ingredients?" Moody asked.
"Because, he's done it before," Snape said. "I know it."
"Do you have any evidence, Snape?" Moody asked. "Perhaps I should take a look at that vault of yours, to see if we can find any evidence for the culprit."
"It's…unnecessary," Snape said.
"Well, I think it's very necessary," Moody said.
"I agree."
All of the Professors stood up, when Amelia Bones showed up, along with Zara Li and Rufus Scrimgeour and a small group of Ministry Orders.
"It's been a long time, Snape," Zara Li said.
"Li," Snape said. "Just as much of a spitfire as your daughter is."
'Yes," Zara said. "Su! I hope you've been eating all of your vegetables!"
"Yes, Mum," Su said. "And I've also been getting a lot of protein too."
"Well, I could use a bit more in my diet," Zara said.
"Amelia, I didn't expect you to come here," McGonagall said.
"I was hoping to investigate the protections you have in place for the Triwizard Tournament," Amelia said. "Where is Dumbledore this morning?"
"I assumed he had gone to the Ministry to meet with Crouch and Bagman for some last minute preparations," McGonagall said.
Amelia's lips thinned for a second.
"I'm afraid he's not, I haven't seen him at the Ministry since the school year started," Amelia said.
"So, someone has stolen from you?" Zara asked.
"Y-yes, although I'm just going to have to secure my vault better," Snape said. "There is no need to investigate."
"Oh, I think there is," Zara said. "After all, we can't have students putting themselves in danger by making potions without the Potions Master himself. They're a bunch of dunderheads, aren't they?"
Snape's eye twitched.
"Besides you could never be too careful," Zara said. "Constant Vigilance, right, Mad-Eye?"
Moody nodded in response.
"Perhaps we should wait for the Headmaster to return," Snape said. "He wouldn't approve of the Ministry conducting an unsanctioned investigation in Hogwarts."
"As the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, I'm sanctioning it," Amelia said. "Shacklebolt, Li, Scrimgeour, go with Moody and Snape. I will be heading off to talk with the Deputy Headmistress."
McGonagall flinched, but no more than Snape. He obviously did not want Zari Li poking around in his private stores and more importantly his vault.
"So, where is Dumbledore?"
"Dunno, maybe he's seeing his boyfriend."
"AUROR TONKS!"
"I'm just saying."
"So, we are on rapidly approaching the Triwizard Tournament?"
"Bad, bad, idea, if you asked me."
"Yes, Evie, we know."
"Gemma, did the Ministry ever properly address the investigation over the attack at the Quidditch World Cup?"
"No, Izzy, they did not. And the entire event has been practically memory-holed. The hype for the Triwizard Tournament has pushed that to the backburner, kind of like how the Quidditch World Cup made everyone forget about Sirius Black."
"And before that, the mysterious attacks at Hogwarts which got Dumbledore temporarily suspended. Although he returned easily enough."
"And between that, the fact Dementors were kept at Hogwarts as security. Despite Sirius Black escaping past them in the first place."
"And they got removed very quickly, almost as if the Ministry wanted to cover up another mistake."
"I just feel like there's something going on at Hogwarts too right now. Just…well we'll know in another week whether or not. People at Hogwarts might keep their mouths shut. But our international guests are different. Especially if they want to make Hogwarts look inferior."
Professor Dumbledore heard the words of Gemma Farley, the hostess of the popular Witch's 3 Radio show, along with Evelyn Rosier and Isabella Sewlyn. He sat across from a figure in the shadows, playing chess with him, inside of Nurmengard Castle in Austria.
"Cover-ups are Dumbledore's game. I bet he didn't like it when Gemma told the story about what happened at that Gryffindor and Hufflepuff Quidditch match last year. With Dementors storming the field."
"If you ask me, Dumbledore says he doesn't like certain things, but if he didn't really want the Dementors there, they would not be there."
"It's not that simple, Ms. Farley," Dumbledore said.
"Oh, it is that simple. You are Albus Dumbledore, you say jump, many will say how high."
Gellert Grindelwald continued the chess game.
"I take it you're not the fan of the Witch's 3," Grindelwald said. "I find their reporting to be among the more balanced. The Ministry has someone gotten much worse since I've been put away. And I won't even say what the International Confederation of Wizards has become."
"It's a delicate line we all have to walk, Gellert," Dumbledore said. "And they shouldn't….it complicates things."
"Albus," Grindelwald told him. "Half the world thinks you're a benevolent force of the light. The other half thinks you're masterful schemer who dangles everyone around like puppets on a string. And to be honest, you're neither. You have quite a few important people who are insanely loyal to you. And they will brand anyone who disagrees you as dark."
"I didn't ask for them to be that overzealous," Dumbledore said.
"You didn't need to," Grindelwald said. "Checkmate."
Dumbledore sighed.
"I need to make Harry understand how important Severus is…."
"You can't fix him, anymore than you could have fixed me."
Dumbledore looked gobsmacked and Grindelwald looked smug.
"Let him go, before you destroy your legacy," Grindelwald said. "I don't know what your plans are for the Potter boy, but keeping Snape around isn't that essential, is it?"
Grindelwald set up a new game.
"You want to be right. You want to prove to them that people can make the most out of their second chance. Snape will never be decent, not without you keeping him firmly under your thumb. And you only intervene when he's at his worst."
Dumbledore swallowed.
"Although what Riddle did was beyond anything I've ever seen," Grindelwald said. "You need to deal with any others he has, before he finds a way back to his full body. And the disappearance of that Jorkins woman and Pettigrew being out there, indicates he's closer than ever."
"She went to Albania," Dumbledore said. "Their magical government is not too accommodating to foreigners."
Grindelwald made his move.
"But, the gardener who once worked for Riddle's grandparents…that can't be brushed off as a mere coincidence?" Grindelwald asked. "The problem, Albus, is that you wait until the last minute to do things, until it is too late. You should have informed the Potter boy of what his purpose was sooner rather than later."
"I wanted him to…."
"It will happen regardless of what you tell him or when, so why not give him some time to prepare?" Grindelwald asked.
"I wished I could hold this off until he finished Hogwarts," Dumbledore said.
"Kick the can down the road even further, as you do, Albus," Grindelwald said.
"Well, what do you advise I do?"
Grindelwald trapped Dumbledore
"Tell Potter everything and retire to a peaceful life, while you still can," Grindelwald said. "It's not too late to hand the torch to someone who can bring the Wizarding World to a bright new age. But if you hang on to that torch, all you will be left with is a wet match."
Grindelwald made his move.
"Checkmate. Again."
Dumbledore pondered what his old friend turned mortal enemy turned friendly enemy told him.
Harry, Beatrice, and Penelope arrived at St. Mungos, where they met with Andromeda. And Harry informed Andromeda of the letters he received.
"Narcissa…would not agree with this, unless he had some way to get Lucius under control," Andromeda said. "There are spells that will check to see whether your foot or drink had been tampered with and negate said potions."
Harry had been reading up on this.
"As for Katerina Zabini, you are not the type of wizard she targets," Andromeda said. "I will get into contact with her, and arrange that meeting with her…although I request I be present for it."
"Will do," Harry said.
"Harry Potter!"
Harry stepped up to a dark-haired woman who approached him with a smile.
"My name is Healer Scrimgeour," she said. "I will be escorting you to your appointment with Healer Lobasca."
"Thank you, Healer Scrimgeour," Harry said.
She was rather attractive, dark-haired, blue eyed, with pouty lips and an angelic face. Even with the conservative uniform, Harry appreciated the view as she walked ahead of him.
"Hello, Harry."
"Healer Lobasca," Harry said.
"Call me Chiara, so you're comfortable," she told him with a smile.
"And you can call me, Lauren, if you want," Lauren said. "If you could take your clothes off for a minute…they might interfere with our physical scans."
The door shut between the two healers. Chiara and Lauren tried to remain professional, although their eyes were locked onto Harry's body. And they noticed a part of him which made this a bit harder. A very big part of him.
"I think he's in good physical shape," Lauren said.
Chiara ran her hands down his chest and moved in to check his vitals. Her body pressed up against him. It was almost like she inhaled his scent when going closer to him.
"His vitals are completely fine," Chiara said. "Although, Harry, we don't have any medical reports for you between your one year checkup that your mother took you to and this visit. Could you give me a rundown of all of your medical history?"
Harry told Chiara and Lauren about all of his visits to Hospital wing, over the past three years. They both frowned but jotted down the notes.
"What about between your one year and your first year at Hogwarts?" Lauren asked.
"I ran a search, and there's no records for a Harry James Potter in the Muggle World," Chiara said.
"The Dursleys…they never took me to the doctor," Harry said.
"So, you didn't get hurt at all?"
Harry decided to relay several incidents from his childhood when he should have went to the hospital.
"Your magic must have healed your injuries," Lauren said. "Although, that put some strain on you and your development….you're very lucky that you're developed the way you are."
"I need to perform a stamina test on you," Chiara said in a professional tone, although there was a glint in her eye which said otherwise. "There are a few different ways to perform this test, but with a young wizard of your caliber, I think this is the best."
Chiara wrapped her hand around Harry's balls and started to cup them, as if testing to see he was all there. Then she ran her hand up to his cock and began to pump him up and down. Harry just groaned when Chiara worked her hand up and down.
"This appears to be the best way to test this."
Chiara unbuttoned a couple of buttons on her top. And Harry looked at her lacy green bra as she pumped his cock, more vigorously.
"How big is he?" Lauren asked.
"Measure him…we need to know…for medical purposes," Chiara added.
Chiara's heart beat faster as Lauren took several measures. She adjusted a few buttons on her top which gave Harry a view of her melon like tits. Harry felt himself clutching at the further stimulation.
"You've been going at this for over ten minutes," Lauren said.
Chiara snuck in a lick to the head of his cock but pulled back. She inhaled his scent and Chiara cupped the underside of his balls while jerking him off.
"Get the vial ready," Chiara said.
Chiara rapidly pumped his cock a little bit further and then one more tug, Harry erupted. His seed spurted into the vial and caused it to overflow when she finished milking him. Chiara continued to pump him several times while Lauren held the overflow vial steady.
Suddenly, a few spurts hit Chiara in the face as Harry finished. Chiara caught some of the cum on her tongue and swallowed it. And Lauren wiped it from Chiara's face and popped it into her mouth.
"Mmm, tastes fine," Lauren breathed.
"Yes," Chiara said. "I need to take…um a blood sample."
Chiara took the sample of blood and suddenly, the vial bust into flames which both of the healers had to put out.
"I was bit by a Basilisk in my second year and a phoenix cried in my wound," Harry said.
Chiara blinked, surprised that Harry did not die, although perhaps she should not be. She reinforced the vial and extracted blood from Harry once again.
"All samples will be destroyed once tests are complete," Chiara said. "We'll see you in Lab 19 in thirty minutes, for your assessment."
The look Chiara gave him indicated she intended to go over more than medical diagnosis, if she could help it. But perhaps Harry's mind was fried from fucking so many willing witches that he read more into this than normal.
While Harry waited, he made his way up to where Hermione was sleeping, to take a look at her. However, he noticed a busty brunette woman dressed in a button up blouse and blue jeans sitting on a chair at the edge of the bed.
"Doctor Granger?"
She turned around to face him.
"I'm Harry Potter. We've met…."
"Oh, Harry, yes, I'm sorry, it's been a long time since I've seen you," she said. "Wow, you're…you've grown a lot since when I saw you a couple of years ago."
"Well, it's been way too long," Harry told her.
Charlotte had been looking over him. The two had a discussion regarding Hermione's potential expulsion being held over Harry's head to drop the Snape tribunal charges.
"I'm going to take the matter out of his hands," Charlotte said. "Whenever my daughter gets better, I'm pulling her from Hogwarts."
"I have a feeling that she won't like that, but it's what she needs," Harry said. "She's been obsessively working herself sick. I'm not sure if a newer school with less excitement would do her well or not."
"I don't think it could hurt," Charlotte said. "Although, I think my daughter's problem is the obsessive desire to prove herself. She almost has a thirst, but she'll never be good…as she wants to be."
"And this is the result," Harry said.
Charlotte considered something.
"My mother-in-law always is critical of everything Hermione does, well…everything anyone does, but she compares Hermione to her older, more successful cousins," Charlotte said. "And Hermione…looks up to her, in some way. She's trying to earn Joyce's love. And my husband will bend the knee to his mother."
"You should leave him, if it's affecting Hermione in such a way, and that side of the family," Harry said.
"I….I feel like my daughter will never forgive me if I broke our family, even if it's for the best," Charlotte said. "I don't think I would still be married to David. Or I wouldn't be married in the first place. That's what I get for not paying attention to where my drink was at an office party."
Charlotte tried to pass it off lightly, but Harry frowned.
"I think I can fix your daughter," Harry said. "Make her…less like how she is. And less like how your mother-in-law wants her to be. But, I won't do it, if you don't want me to do it."
Harry thought he might be crossing a line, but Hermione desperately needed an intervention. She was becoming a problem and almost became a liability if Harry did not act quickly.
"I want my daughter to be happy," Charlotte said. "What she's doing though, all of this hard work, this push to be the best, the brightest girl of her age, it's making her quite miserable."
"She thinks it's what she wants," Harry murmured.
Yet, Harry wondered if Hermione's research on the beautification potions was a subtle cry for help. She was tired of having to be that girl.
"Of course, until she recovers from this fatigue, she won't," Charlotte said. "Although, I think getting Hermione away from certain…influences might be a help."
"Or making her forget them," Harry murmured.
Harry noticed Hermione's eyes were open, although the calming draught she had been forced to take had made her less than responsive. And also her mind was relaxed.
'I'm doing this for your own good, Hermione. Just like you did when you told McGonagall about the Firebolt.'
He slipped into Hermione's mindscape rather easily. She was organized which actually made it easier to navigate through her mind.
Until Harry reached the center and dozens of different Hermiones were rushing around, cataloguing information.
"We always need to be ready."
"Everything is in order."
"We need to be ready, to show them what we know."
And then in the center of the room, Harry noticed someone. A girl with dark-hair, ample bust, and brown eyes, along with a wide arse and long legs just rocking back and forth. She was extremely gorgeous, a contrast to the Hermione's in the mindscape.
"Make it stop, make it stop," she murmured. "Let me out!"
She was submerged in some kind of protective bubble, isolated from the world. Harry noticed a large figure with bushy grey hair and buck teeth, scrawny, dressed in yellow, with a parasol dangling from her hand. At first, Harry thought it was some older version of Hermione.
"You need to work harder! Faster! Do more! Know more! Learn more!"
Maybe it was but Harry noticed several books, which were labeled with memories. He started to flipped through them and realized the large figure represented Hermione's grandmother.
"What's he doing here?"
"He shouldn't be here!"
"You're going to ruin everything, boy!" the large figure yelled.
Harry stepped back and saw the dark-haired girl, so different from the other manifestations of Hermione in the mindscape. She slammed her hands on the bubble, but she looked like she was fading away.
"Let me out, please," she begged. "I'm suffocating, trapped by her obsessive need to live up to a woman…that will never love her."
"Lies, I just have to work harder!" another Hermione yelled.
"Get out!"
Harry left back out through the library, which was the exit to Hermione's mind.
Harry's head snapped back. Charlotte turned her head.
"Are you okay?" Charlotte asked.
"Yes," Harry said. "Why don't you get a cup of tea? You've been here for a while….I'll sit with Hermione."
Charlotte smiled and gratefully walked back. Harry slipped over and took another calming draught from the cabinet.
"You got to take this, Hermione ,okay?" Harry asked. "You're feeling uneasy."
Hermione opened her mouth and took the calming draught. Harry chased it down with some water.
"Imperio," Harry whispered while pointing the wand at Hermione. "Alright, Hermione, you're going to listen to me. I want you to get plenty of rest. And when you get better, you will agree with your mother when you leave Hogwarts. I want you to forget about your father and your grandmother, and forge your own path, without worrying about pleasing anyone and living up to anyone's standards. Relax. Encourage your mother to divorce your father because it makes her happy. And most importantly, I want you to support anything I do, without question. You're loyal to me. Everything you do from here on out is to benefit me."
The life debt they shared reinforced the Imperius Curse.
"Yes, Harry, I understand," Hermione murmured. "I'm sorry for hurting you….I'll do anything you want."
"Yes, you will," Harry agreed. "But first you need to get yourself back on track."
"Yes, sir."
Harry pulled back as Charlotte returned with a couple of cups of tea.
"I think she'll be in a lot better state of mind," Harry said. "Talk to Andromeda. She'll make sure you can get the best separation you can from your husband."
"If you're sure?" Charlotte asked.
"Yes," Harry said.
Harry pulled her into an embrace and Charlotte just breathed.
"Next time you'll find someone better."
"Maybe he's closer than you think," Charlotte said in a daze.
Harry decided to head down to the lab to talk to his results. However, the moment the door opened, a very somber Chiara appeared.
"Most of your tests came back as good as expected," Chiara said.
"That's great," Harry said. "But, there's a catch."
"Well, your magic is three times stronger than the average, but…there's a small anomaly within you that is rather concerning," Chiara said. "I've done some preliminary aging tests, and realize that it has been in you since that Halloween night…I have no idea what it is…but I can't find out more…without escalating this further."
Chiara just looked a bit nervous.
"And if I do that, you will be kept at St. Mungos, at the long term spell damage ward for the foreseeable future," Chiara said. "And with someone of your status…I appreciate my co-workers, but it's not a good idea."
"And I agree," Andromeda said.
"Do you have an idea what it is?" Penelope asked him.
"Well, it should have reduced Harry into a decayed husk a long time ago, not unlike someone who has sustained the Dementor's Kiss, at least that's what I'm reading," Chiara said.
"May I see that?"
Andromeda received the paperwork and looked at it.
"I think this is beyond the area of expertise of a healer," Andromeda said. "You're going to need a cursebreaker to figure out what this is."
Chiara nodded in understanding.
"Chiara, omit it from the medical report," Harry said.
"Does Dumbledore know about this?" Beatrice asked.
Chiara offered a very disapproving tut.
"If he did…there's a lot of serious questions he has to answer," Chiara said. "Because, there is a small chance it could have been removed, if he had gotten Harry treatment after the attack. But, I assume he had Madam Pomfrey give him a rudimentary checkup and send him on his way, if that."
Chiara sighed.
"But, you're right, I don't think anyone at St. Mungos could cure this, which means they'll keep you here, sedated as they keep running tests and giving you treatments that would likely end up doing more harm than good," Chiara said. "We need a Cursebreaker."
"Fortunately, we both know a good one," Beatrice said.
Chiara motioned for Harry to follow her.
"I'll go over the results of your test, and we'll…discuss your options," Chiara said.
"How serious is this?" Harry asked.
"Well, as I said, you should have been worse than dead thirteen years ago," Chiara said. "It's…curious how much stronger you are, despite all of this."
Harry leaned in towards her.
"No one can know," Harry murmured.
Chiara leaned down and kissed Harry on the forehead, before pulling him into a hug.
"I didn't tell anyone, not even Lauren," Chiara said. "There's a lot of people who donate to this Hospital that would love to keep you…heavily sedated and unable to function."
And Harry understood that to be Lucius Malfoy and his fellow Imperiused Death Eaters. Regardless, Chiara ensured that they made their way to a lab.