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That's not Wizard Magic! Ch 23
🕑 Added 2025-10-04 00:33:44 +0000 UTCChapter 23 (~10k words):
– Harry –
Water blasted out of the glowing Sitri clan magic circle hovering in front of me, a roaring torrent compressed into a high-pressure blade that cut through the air with the sound of tearing metal. Beside me, Rias’s crimson-black destruction energy flared into existence from her Gremory circle, the raw power vibrating in the ground beneath our feet. Her magic wasn’t subtle. It was annihilation incarnate, the kind of power that didn’t leave blood or ash, just nothingness.
I could understand why it was considered the strongest devil bloodline in the Underworld.
Neither of us had been expecting demons to ambush us out of nowhere, but the second their cloaked forms came screeching across the grounds with that bone-chilling cold rolling ahead of them, instinct had taken over. I didn’t give a fuck who they thought they were, these bastards had picked the wrong devils to try and feed on.
One of the rookie Aurors hadn’t been so lucky. I felt it as much as I saw it—the horrible wrench in the air when the Dementors ripped his soul free. His scream cut off into nothing, leaving only the echo of it in my skull. My stomach churned with rage and disgust, but I couldn’t stop to think about him. Not right now.
At least Madam Bones had gotten the other two greenhorns to finally listen to her fucking instructions. They couldn’t cast Patronus charms to save their lives—literally—but fire spells still worked well enough as a backup.
When in doubt, burn the monster. It wasn’t elegant, but it kept the demons back for a few precious seconds.
My water wasn’t just water. Demonic magic let me compress it until it cut harder than steel. The first blast shredded through one Dementor’s cloaked body, the pressure tearing it into ribbons before it exploded into a spray of oily, dissolving mist. The second creature lunged for me and caught a jet right through the skull—if they even had skulls—splattering it apart like rotten meat under a fire hose.
Beside me, Rias unleashed her destruction. Where my magic tore things apart, hers didn’t just kill. It erased. The crimson flare from her circle lit up the grounds like a dying sun, and the two Dementors it touched didn’t even scream—they simply stopped existing. No smoke, no corpse, not even scraps of cloak left drifting on the breeze. One second they were there, the next… gone, wiped clean from reality.
It was beautiful and terrifying at the same time. Even after fighting beside her, part of me still had to remind myself that this breathtaking redhead wasn’t just a pretty face—she was a goddamn powerhouse.
The two rookie Aurors stared at Rias and me like we'd each grown a second head. Their wands wavered, flames sputtering weakly at the tips as shock overtook their fear. It was like their brains short-circuited watching us effortlessly tear through Dementors. Something they clearly thought was impossible.
"What the hell!?" one of them shouted hoarsely, eyes bulging in disbelief as he watched another Dementor evaporate into oily mist beneath my razor-edged torrent of demonic water. "Since when can Dementors even fucking die?"
The other rookie, pale-faced and sweating, stammered incoherently. "Th-they—they taught us—Azkaban guards can't be killed by magic—"
Madam Bones's sharp voice cracked through their panicked confusion like a whip. "Pull yourselves the fuck together!" She stepped between the two rookies and hurled another Patronus forward, her silver falcon slicing gracefully through the frigid air and forcing back two Dementors that were diving toward us. "I don't give a damn what we just saw! Clearly they can die. So shut your fucking mouths, get your heads out of your asses, and focus! Unless you both want your souls sucked out next!"
Her fierce reprimand snapped them partially out of their stupor, and they shakily raised their wands again, hurling frantic bursts of fire at the Dementors circling us. But it was clear their confidence was shattered that seeing supposedly immortal monsters shredded to ribbons and annihilated right before their eyes had completely fucked with their perception of reality.
Unfortunately, I didn't have the luxury of babysitting them. Not when a pack of Dementors broke from the main group, their ragged cloaks fluttering violently as they rushed toward Rias and me. At least ten of the disgusting bastards zeroed in, fury radiating from their faceless forms like a tangible thing, hatred crackling in the icy air between us. Clearly, they hadn't appreciated watching their friends get slaughtered right in front of them.
"You will suffer for this, devil filth!" one of them rasped in that godawful, dry-leaf voice, sounding like it hadn't spoken in a thousand years. "Your souls will scream forever in the void!"
Another Dementor hissed at Rias, its skeletal fingers outstretched greedily. "We shall drain you slowly, Gremory spawn and feast on your agony until there is nothing left!"
Rias cringed back slightly, genuine fear flickering in her bright blue eyes. I didn't blame her—these fuckers were horrifying. Even if you knew you could kill them, they still exuded a kind of primal dread, an instinctual terror embedded in the very essence of their existence.
"My brother always told me demons were filthy, disgusting monsters," Rias spat, her voice tight with revulsion and defiance as she glared fiercely back at them. "No wonder the original Lucifer kicked your kind out of Hell!"
Her words had an immediate effect. The Dementors froze in mid-air, their shadowed forms trembling violently, rage rippling outward. I could feel their fury intensify, rolling over us in cold waves.
If they'd had faces, I'm certain they'd have twisted into expressions of absolute hatred.
"You dare mock our exile?" one screeched, its voice filled with a venomous mixture of humiliation and fury.
"Kill the red-haired bitch first!" another shrieked, their voices overlapping in a cacophony of rage. "Tear her apart!"
The majority of the Dementors turned their murderous attention fully toward Rias, surging at her in a single, vengeful rush. Rias paled further, visibly overwhelmed for a split second by the raw hatred suddenly aimed directly at her.
But their brief, single-minded distraction was exactly the opening I needed.
"Rias! Stay close to me!" I shouted urgently, thrusting my arms wide as I rapidly channeled an enormous surge of magic. My Sitri crest glowed fiercely in front of me, pulsating with vibrant blue light. "I've got you!"
A deep roar echoed from my circle, and instantly, a massive half-spherical barrier of swirling, pressurized water burst outward around us. The shield was thick and violently turbulent, a living wall of raw elemental force that completely surrounded me, Rias, Madam Bones, and the two remaining Aurors.
The Dementors collided violently with the barrier a heartbeat later, their shadowy forms impacting the dense water and immediately recoiling, shrieking in pain as the violently rotating currents shredded their cloaks and limbs like they were made of wet paper. Those closest to the barrier lost whole chunks of their spectral forms instantly, screaming horribly as they were killed.
Rias's blue eyes widened, staring up at the colossal, swirling dome of water surrounding us, her mouth parted in awe. "Harry…" she breathed softly, her voice tinged with surprise and admiration. "This is incredible."
I shot Rias a cocky smirk, unable to hide how damn proud I was of this spell myself. After what had happened to Tonks. I had been thinking of ways to protect people close to me. I’d quickly realized the glaring flaw in my fighting style. I had absolutely no defensive magic.
But being a devil had its perks. The power of imagination combined with my demonic energy made solving that particular issue easy as hell. The massive, swirling barrier of viciously spinning water around us was the result. It was an almost impenetrable wall of elemental fury that acted as both an unbreakable shield and deadly weapon. Anyone stupid enough to try breaching it would be ripped apart in seconds.
Those Dementors had learned that fact the hard way.
I had been hoping to slaughter more than just a handful of the disgusting bastards in their reckless initial rush at us, but unfortunately, they weren’t quite as stupid as I’d assumed. The moment several of them exploded into ribbons of spectral gore, the rest had swiftly retreated. I could practically see their hooded shapes hanging warily in the air outside the barrier, hesitating cautiously and shifting positions as they searched desperately for any way in.
I grinned darkly to myself. They wouldn’t find one.
“Take a second and gather your full power,” I told Rias quietly, keeping my eyes trained on the circling Dementors. “These bastards aren’t going anywhere. Once you’re ready, you can take them all out in one shot.”
Rias turned to me, a radiant and vengeful smile spreading across her beautiful face. “Oh, I can definitely do that,” she said, her voice dripping with barely restrained eagerness.
She closed her eyes for a brief moment, and I felt the air itself in the barrier tremble as she began channeling every ounce of magical power within her.
The Dementors surrounding us clearly sensed the sudden spike in her power. I heard their rasping, disgusting voices hiss in alarm from beyond the barrier, the panic spreading among their ranks.
“Stop her!” one screamed harshly. “Kill the devil witch before she unleashes her filthy power again!”
They surged forward again, a dozen shadowy forms rushing frantically toward our defensive dome. They must have believed their numbers would let them pierce the barrier this time, desperately trying to reach Rias before she could strike.
I merely folded my arms casually across my chest, standing protectively at Rias’s side and watching with grim satisfaction as the Dementors impacted my barrier at full speed. The swirling currents immediately shredded several more Dementors, ripping them apart like wet paper as they shrieked in agony. Their spectral bodies exploded violently into oily mist, splattering harmlessly across the ground outside the dome.
Rias continued building her energy, eyes closed, her slender body outlined perfectly in the glow of her demonic aura. I couldn’t tear my gaze away from her even if I’d wanted to. She looked like a fucking goddess. She was beautiful and terrifying all at once, ready to unleash divine wrath on these foolish demons.
“Get ready,” I whispered softly, leaning closer to her. “They’re lined up perfectly for you now. Time to erase these fuckers once and for all.”
Her blue eyes snapped open at my words. The crimson-black destruction energy swirling around her surged dramatically brighter, crackling with immense power. “Let’s do this, Harry,” she purred dangerously, a triumphant smile curving her lips. “Let’s show these disgusting demons exactly why the original Lucifer threw their worthless asses out of Hell.”
I dropped my hands, letting my water shield unravel in an instant. The immense swirling dome of magically compressed water collapsed outward, cascading around us harmlessly and drenching the grass in a sudden torrent.
For a split second, everything went eerily silent.
In that breathless moment, the Dementors hovering above seemed to finally realize just how thoroughly fucked they were.
With my barrier down, the full brunt of Rias’s channeled demonic energy roared outwards unchecked, exploding around her in crackling waves of raw, crimson-black power.
A vicious, vengeful smirk spread across her soft lips. “Burn in oblivion, you miserable fucks,” she whispered fiercely, raising her hand as her magic reached its peak, ready to unleash hell itself.
And right as her destruction magic surged, something bright flew directly toward us.
My eyes narrowed sharply as the silvery glow raced through the air, hurtling straight into our midst.
A Patronus shaped like a panther.
It leapt, landing directly between us and the Dementors. As it landed, it brushed against Rias’s outstretched hand.
Rias screamed—utterly shocking me to my core. My heart leaped into my throat as I whipped around toward her.
The gathered demonic energy that had been poised to eradicate the Dementors abruptly shattered, collapsing in on itself in an instant. The backlash sent a shockwave rippling out from her, but otherwise harmless as her magical attack failed catastrophically.
“Rias!” I shouted urgently, immediately stepping to her side. Her face was twisted in pain, tears gathering at the corners of her tightly shut eyes. She was clutching her hand. I saw that her delicate porcelain skin had turned an angry, blistering red right where the Patronus had touched her.
A Patronus charm actually fucking hurt devils? I'd never experienced any discomfort around them myself. Hell, Hermione’s Patronus—a shimmering silver otter—had always just seemed cute and warm to me. Was it because I was only half-devil?
Either way, whatever the fuck had just happened, it wasn’t good.
Worse still, the Dementors seized upon that precise distraction to escape. The eight surviving monsters didn’t waste another second. They spun and scattered, fleeing as swiftly as their ragged cloaks would carry them.
They shot back over Hogwarts' grounds and disappeared into the distance, fleeing from Rias’s us while they still had the chance.
I was pissed off. Those fuckers were supposed to die here. Instead, they’d just slipped away thanks to the intrusion of that stupid Patronus.
And just as I was wondering who the absolute fucking moron was that had managed to so spectacularly ruin everything, an irritatingly familiar voice rang out across the grass. “Haha! You’re all welcome for the rescue!” called the voice in a smug, self-important tone that made my blood boil. “Fear not! Where students and fair maidens find themselves in peril, there I—Gilderoy Lockhart—shall always be, ready to save the day!”
You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.
Gilderoy fucking Lockhart managed to cast a perfect Patronus charm?
I whipped my head around as that flamboyantly dressed idiot casually sauntered down the grassy slope toward us. He flashed an idiotic grin at the group of Aurors. He strode as though he hadn’t a care in the world.
Lockhart immediately launched into a loud, boastful monologue, his voice echoing obnoxiously across the grounds. "Ah, yes!" he announced grandly, puffing out his chest and flashing his pearly-white teeth in an exaggerated smile. "Fear not, good people of Hogwarts! It was fortunate indeed that the famed Gilderoy Lockhart happened to be nearby—though of course, heroes like myself always seem to find themselves precisely where they're most needed. Why, I shudder to think what might have happened to all you helpless students and dear Aurors had I not arrived exactly when I did!"
I rolled my eyes so hard I could practically see the inside of my skull. Ignoring Lockhart’s bullshit completely, I quickly conjured a gentle stream of fresh, ice-cold water in my palm. With careful precision, I guided it softly over Rias’s injured hand, slowly cooling the angry redness and easing her pain.
Rias let out a relieved sigh as the icy water began soothing her burns, her shoulders relaxing as the tension melted from her delicate frame. She glanced up at me with genuine gratitude in her bright blue eyes, lips curving into a small but heartfelt smile.
"Thank you, Harry," she murmured softly, her voice full of sincere warmth. Her other hand reached up to gently grasp mine, her slender fingers wrapping around me tenderly. "I'm so sorry I messed that up. Right at the end, too—I really screwed up…"
I shook my head immediately, squeezing her fingers reassuringly. "Hey, no," I said firmly, meeting her worried gaze directly. "None of this was your fault, Rias. You didn't mess up at all. You were fucking amazing out there, honestly—your power was about to erase those bastards entirely."
Her cheeks flushed faintly pink at my earnest praise, and she bit her lower lip softly as a shy smile flickered over her lips. But before she could argue further, I nodded sharply in Lockhart's direction, my tone darkening instantly. "You got screwed over by that absolute fucking idiot, plain and simple."
We both turned our heads simultaneously, fixing equally irritated glares upon Lockhart, who seemed utterly oblivious to our disdain. He was still loudly rambling—mostly to himself—his pompous voice carrying across the grass as though he expected everyone to hang eagerly on his every idiotic word.
"—and indeed," Lockhart continued cheerfully, gesticulating dramatically with one hand while the other rested confidently on his hip, "this wasn't even my most daring rescue, not by far! Why, this lot of Dementors was nothing compared to the massive horde I single-handedly fended off a few years back at the German wizarding conference! They were swarming everywhere—children and fair witches shrieking in terror, grown wizards fleeing helplessly—but did I flinch? Certainly not! For Gilderoy Lockhart never fears darkness! With a mere flick of my wand, I summoned a Patronus so powerful, the Dementors fled like terrified mice before a mighty lion—"
Madam Bones had finally heard enough of his bullshit. Her already grim expression had darkened further, jaw clenched so tight I was surprised her teeth weren't cracking. Her eyes were filled with barely contained fury, a dangerous storm brewing behind her sharp gaze.
"Mr. Lockhart," she snapped coldly, interrupting his monologue with sharp, icy authority, "perhaps you'd like to tell that grand story to the family of the young Auror whose soul was just ripped out right in front of us? I'm sure they'll be positively enthralled by your heroic exploits."
Lockhart faltered briefly, his charming smile dimming ever so slightly as he finally seemed to realize just how inappropriate and insensitive his bragging sounded. But, being Lockhart, he recovered quickly enough, plastering on another artificial grin and shaking his head dismissively. "Oh, of course, terribly sad. Such a shame about that unfortunate fellow—but I'm sure he would've been inspired knowing he gave his life so that heroes like myself could prevail!"
Madam Bones went visibly pale with rage at that, her hands shaking slightly at her sides as if she were barely resisting the overwhelming urge to hex Lockhart into oblivion.
Gilderoy glanced down at the cage that Amelia Bones had carelessly set on the grass beside her feet. He bent forward slightly to get a better look. His overly theatrical expression turned faintly disdainful as he took in the filthy, trembling rat locked within the bars. "Quite an ugly rat you've got there, Madam Bones," he said dismissively, waving a gloved hand dramatically in front of his nose as if disgusted by the creature's very existence.
She shot him a glare. "It isn't a rat! This pathetic piece of shit is actually a Death Eater named Peter Pettigrew, one of the Dark Lord's most loyal and cowardly followers."
Lockhart visibly stiffened, his arrogant expression slipping momentarily as a flicker of something unreadable flashed behind his eyes. His eyes narrowed slightly, almost calculating, as he muttered quietly, mostly to himself, "Interesting… very interesting."
My eyes narrowed sharply, suspicion prickling along the back of my neck as I gently rubbed the lingering redness on Rias's delicate hand.
Something about Lockhart's strange shift in demeanor bothered me deeply. From what Hermione and the others had told me, Lockhart was an incompetent fraud. All of his supposedly heroic adventures detailed in his countless books were complete bullshit stories he'd obviously made up.
Yet here he was, standing confidently after casting a perfect Patronus charm—a charm that required genuine concentration, magical strength, and emotional power. None of which seemed remotely like something Gilderoy Lockhart could possess.
I was missing something crucial here.
Before I could pursue the thought further, I suddenly felt another icy chill!
"Rias, look out!" I shouted in urgent alarm, whipping around toward her in a panic.
Directly behind Rias, a Dementor silently phased upward out of the ground itself, through solid soil as if it were intangible.
I had no idea Dementors could do shit like that!
She had barely begun turning around before the Dementor's skeletal hands brutally grabbed the sides of her head.
"Oh shit!" Gilderoy yelped in sudden fright, stumbling backward. In his blind panic, Lockhart’s foot kicked out wildly, accidentally connecting hard against the side of Pettigrew’s cage.
"You fucking idiot!" Madam Bones screamed furiously at Lockhart, but her angry words barely registered, my entire focus locked solely upon the Dementor trying desperately to suck the life and soul out of my new fiancée.
Panic and fury exploded simultaneously through my body, searing white-hot emotion igniting in my veins. Without thought, without hesitation, I flung my free hand upward, palm open, instinctively channeling every ounce of my magic into destroying that Dementor bastard before it could harm Rias.
But instead of the expected jet of pressurized water—the signature magic of my Sitri bloodline—something else entirely erupted from my outstretched hand. A scorching surge of raw, passionate fire burst violently forth instead.
I watched in stunned disbelief as the intense crimson-golden fire slammed full-force into the Dementor's disgusting, hooded face.
The monster released Rias instantly, shrieking in mindless agony as my flames burned viciously into its shadowy flesh. It recoiled sharply, its ruined face smoking horribly as it struggled to escape.
Before it could flee, Rias spun around furiously, crimson-black destruction energy crackling murderously around her fingertips. With a savage, hateful cry, she unleashed a precise blast directly into the Dementor's chest, annihilating it completely from existence.
For a split second afterward, everything froze in stunned silence. My mind raced frantically as I stared down at my own hand in disbelief. Had I just summoned fucking Veela fire? I'd seen Fleur and Gabrielle Delacour use their racial magic a few times, so I immediately recognized the flames.
But how had I managed that?
My confusion was short-lived though, as Amelia Bones's harsh, panicked shout jerked my attention violently back to the present. "He's escaping!" she yelled urgently, genuine fear and rage mixing in her voice. "Pettigrew is escaping! You opened the cage when you kicked it, you dumbass!"
The filthy, terrified rat form of Peter Pettigrew was frantically sprinting on all four legs across the grassy field, desperately fleeing toward the dense trees of the Forbidden Forest.
"Don’t worry! I'll stop him!" Lockhart proclaimed grandly. "Bombarda!"
Lockhart’s spell surged flawlessly from his wand tip. The blasting curse sailed cleanly through the air—and then, as if intentionally aimed poorly, landed just slightly behind the fleeing rat. The powerful explosion spell detonated violently against the earth, kicking up a massive cloud of dirt, smoke, and debris directly in Pettigrew's wake.
"Fuck!" I growled angrily. Lockhart’s conveniently placed spell had completely blocked our view, preventing Madam Bones, Rias, or me from firing any follow-up spells to stop Pettigrew's escape.
"Goddammit, Lockhart!" Madam Bones screamed in absolute fury, her voice filled with barely controlled rage and disgust. "You worthless fucking idiot! You did that on purpose!"
Lockhart merely shrugged casually, feigning innocence as he smiled charmingly and brushed imaginary dirt from his garish robes. "My sincerest apologies," he said smoothly. "Clearly my wand hand must have slipped in all the excitement…"
What the hell was Lockhart playing at here?
…
About an hour after all that Dementor shitshow went down, I found myself sitting near the peaceful lakeshore with my two gorgeous Veela lovers—Fleur and Gabrielle Delacour. Both women were currently pressing themselves tightly against my sides, their slender, warm bodies a welcome distraction from the seething rage and frustration that burned like acid in my gut.
I was absolutely fucking furious that Peter Pettigrew—the pathetic piece of filth who had betrayed Lily Potter, causing her death—had managed to slip out of our grasp.
Madam Bones had tried her best, but I’d learned my lesson today. Never again would I trust the Ministry of Magic or any of their incompetent Aurors to handle things properly. Next time, I'd make damn sure justice was served personally, on my own terms.
And then there was Lockhart…
I’d have to talk with Narcissa later to see if she noticed what was different about him as well. Was he an imposter? But even if someone was using Polyjuice, the asshole still sounded and acted exactly like Lockhart did. He was just a lot better at magic all of a sudden.
A very skilled trained actor?
Maybe the dumbass was under the imperious curse? Could that curse make you better at magic though? It didn’t seem to be that way for Ron Weasley.
“Mmm… mon amour, I was so worried when we saw ze Dementors swarm you from ze castle window,” Fleur murmured softly into my left ear, her warm breath tickling my skin as she gently sucked on my earlobe. Her slender, delicate fingers traced possessively down my chest, causing a pleasant heat to spread through my body, momentarily pushing away thoughts of vengeance and violence.
Gabrielle nuzzled against my right cheek, her lips hot and soft as she peppered affectionate kisses along my jawline. “Oui, 'Arry… We were terrified zat you would be hurt. Please, promise us zat you will be more careful. First that snake, and now this..” she whispered urgently, her voice tinged with genuine fear. Her bright blue eyes shone with concern and adoration as she gently stroked her thumb along my neck.
I felt my frustration begin to ebb away for now.
My shoulders slowly relaxed as I wrapped an arm around each of their slender waists, pulling them even closer against me. Both Veela sisters sighed contentedly, practically melting into my embrace as their soft, firm breasts pressed enticingly against my chest.
Maou, these two women were pure perfection—every touch, every kiss, every whispered word from them was like heaven itself. Too bad I’d never be allowed there as a devil.
"I promise I'll be more careful from now on," I murmured softly, turning my head slightly to capture Fleur’s lips in a lingering, passionate kiss. Her full, soft lips yielded beneath mine, parting eagerly as our tongues entwined slowly and sensually.
She moaned softly into my mouth, pressing herself even tighter against me.
When our kiss broke, I immediately turned to Gabrielle, capturing her lips with equal tenderness and desire. She gasped softly, shivering beneath my touch as I gently sucked on her bottom lip, deepening the kiss further.
As our lips parted slowly, Fleur and Gabrielle exchanged sultry, possessive looks, clearly determined to erase my earlier frustration by any means necessary.
Both women leaned in simultaneously, peppering my neck and jawline with slow, hot, sensual kisses. Fleur sucked gently at the sensitive skin of my throat, teasingly leaving a possessive mark that she knew would be visible later. I groaned softly at the pleasant sting of her teeth grazing me, my body shuddering involuntarily beneath her skilled mouth.
Not to be outdone by her older sister, Gabrielle immediately found her own spot on my neck, gently nibbling and sucking with eager determination. Her lips were hot, wet, and insistent, leaving her own possessive love bite as clear proof that I belonged to her as much as to Fleur. Their combined attentions quickly overwhelmed my senses, my heart pounding heavily as desire flooded through me. My cock hardened instantly, throbbing eagerly within my trousers, desperate for release.
"Mmm, Harry, you taste so good," Gabrielle purred seductively into my ear, her slender hand teasingly sliding beneath my shirt to caress my bare chest. "Let us take your mind off zat awful business wiz ze Dementors and zat disgusting little rat-man. We will make you forget everyzing else, mon chéri…"
I groaned softly in response. Damn, these two sisters drove me absolutely wild. The sheer sensuality and passion radiating from them both was intoxicating.
But I forced myself to pause, gently pulling back despite the desperate heat building between us. "Girls…" I chuckled softly, my voice thick with desire but tempered by reason, "as tempting as this is—and trust me, it’s very fucking tempting—we’re out here in broad daylight, right in front of Hogwarts. I'm not quite ready to give the entire student body a free show. Plus I wanted to talk to you both about something important."
The two stunning sisters immediately softened their sultry gazes when they saw I wanted to talk about something serious.
“Of course, mon amour,” Fleur said tenderly, her French accent lending a seductive sweetness to every word she spoke. “You can talk to us about anyzing.”
“Oui, Harry,” Gabrielle added eagerly, shifting slightly on the soft grass so she could look directly into my eyes. “Whatever you wish to tell us, we are 'ere for you.”
The sincere devotion radiating from both women made warmth bloom in my chest. Damn, these two were absolutely incredible. I knew soon I would need to broach the subject of officially inviting them into my peerage. I wanted them bound to me forever, eternally mine.
But for now, that important talk would have to wait.
Instead, I let out a slow breath, collecting my thoughts before I began. “During that fight with the Dementors, something very strange happened to me,” I explained carefully. “When one of them suddenly appeared and grabbed Rias, I panicked and just reacted instinctively, without thinking. Normally, when I use my magic offensively, it manifests as water, because of my Sitri bloodline. But this time… instead of water, fire came out.”
Both sisters blinked in surprise, exchanging shocked glances with each other before looking back at me again. I saw confusion and intrigue clearly reflected in their gorgeous eyes.
“Fire?” Fleur repeated slowly, sounding astonished. She tilted her head slightly, brows knitting thoughtfully. “But ‘Arry, zat shouldn’t be possible. Your demonic heritage is water-based, non?”
“Yeah,” I confirmed, nodding firmly. “Exactly. But this wasn’t regular fire. It was Veela fire. Bright crimson and gold flames with streaks of pink at the edges, exactly like the fire both of you use.”
Both women gasped audibly at my revelation, eyes widening even further. Fleur’s full, pouty lips parted slightly in stunned disbelief, while Gabrielle’s expression morphed from shock to outright amazement.
“Are you absolutely certain?” Fleur questioned carefully, her voice edged with a mixture of awe and incredulity. “You truly summoned ze flames of a Veela?”
I gave her a reassuring smile. “I’m positive, Fleur. I recognized it instantly from seeing you two use your flames before. But here, let me show you directly.”
Closing my eyes briefly, I inhaled deeply, allowing passionate, possessive thoughts of the two breathtaking Veela sisters at my sides to fill my mind.
When I opened my eyes again, I turned my palm upward and released my magic. Instantly, those same vivid, fiery Veela flames erupted to life above my hand. Brilliant shades of red, gold and pink intertwining.
“Oh mon dieu!” Gabrielle breathed in open awe, leaning even closer to stare wide-eyed at the mesmerizing display. “Zis… zis is truly incredible, 'Arry!”
Fleur looked equally amazed. “Incroyable,” she whispered reverently, shaking her head slightly. “You 'ave done ze impossible, mon amour. Never before 'ave I 'eard of any man who could call forth ze sacred flames of our kind.”
“Do either of you have any idea at all how this is possible?” I asked softly, letting the flames fade gently away into nothingness once more.
Both sisters hesitated uncertainly, exchanging thoughtful, helpless glances before Gabrielle finally spoke up again.
“Non, we do not know how zis 'as 'appened, 'Arry,” she admitted honestly, her voice tender yet resolute. Then her lovely face broke into a radiant smile, her bright blue eyes shimmering warmly with undisguised affection. She pressed herself against my side again, curling her slender arm around my back and resting her cheek lovingly upon my shoulder. “But mon amour, per'aps zis is simply more undeniable proof zat Fleur and I are truly your destined soulmates.”
Fleur smiled brightly as she gently grasped my free hand, intertwining our fingers intimately together. She too leaned lovingly against me, her silvery blonde hair tickling my cheek as she brushed her lips softly against my jawline. “Oui, 'Arry,” Fleur purred seductively, her warm breath ghosting sensually across my skin. “I cannot zink of any ozer explanation zat fits as perfectly as zis!”
“I can think of one! And your explanations truly are adorable, girls~! Even if they are not 100% correct.”
Startled, the three of us immediately turned our heads in unison.
Standing there casually on the grassy slope just behind us, hands playfully folded behind her back and an absolutely cheeky grin curving her lush lips, was none other than my gorgeous mother—Serafall Leviathan.
My jaw nearly dropped. “Mother? What—” My words caught briefly in my throat as my eyes swept over her unexpected attire.
Today, she’d apparently decided to forego her typical magical-girl cosplay outfits and had instead opted to cosplay a Hogwarts student’s uniform—complete with a snugly-fitted Gryffindor robe, a white blouse, a tie striped with scarlet and gold, and a dangerously short pleated skirt beneath that robe.
Of course, being Serafall, she’d clearly chosen a blouse and skirt several sizes too small. The fabric strained mightily against her voluptuous, mouthwateringly perfect figure, emphasizing every stunning curve of her sensual body. Her enormous breasts strained enticingly against the tight white blouse, the top buttons barely holding on for dear life. Her short skirt barely covered her round, firm ass, her smooth thighs on full display beneath the hem.
Serafall clearly noticed my openly appreciative gaze. Her deep blue eyes sparkled mischievously as her grin widened, and she spun around playfully for me, the short skirt fluttering dangerously around her hips. “What do you think, Harry?” she teased lightly, giggling cutely as she posed dramatically, one delicate finger tapping her pouty lower lip. “I'm a sexy little Gryffindor girl, aren't I~? Notice me, senpai!”
Fleur and Gabrielle shared wide-eyed looks of pure astonishment, clearly unsure how exactly they were supposed to react to Serafall blatantly flirting with me right in front of them.
I just chuckled fondly, shaking my head slightly at her antics. “You look amazing, Mother,” I admitted honestly, not even trying to hide my admiration. “But why the sudden Hogwarts cosplay? Did you steal that uniform from some poor girl?”
Serafall placed a hand against her bountiful chest, eyes widening theatrically in mock offense. “Steal?” she repeated innocently, fluttering her long lashes at me. “Why, Harry, your beautiful, youthful mother would never resort to such tactics! I merely borrowed it from a very generous Gryffindor girl, who was more than eager to help when I politely requested it.”
I raised one skeptical eyebrow, knowing exactly how persuasive my mother could be. “Uh-huh. I'm sure she was.”
Serafall giggled again, unashamedly shameless. But then, after a moment, her playful demeanor softened slightly. Her tone grew gently serious, though a trace of amusement still danced in her lovely blue eyes. “Actually, I’m here because Rias sent her brother a very urgent message earlier. Apparently, some rather foolish demons—Dementors, I believe your magical world calls them? They actually dared attack you and her openly at this school!” At that, Serafall's carefree smile turned noticeably colder, a chilling sharpness entering her usually sweet voice. Her brilliant blue eyes briefly glinted with raw, deadly power. “Rest assured, Harry, those pathetic Dementors' days upon this world are now severely numbered.”
A tangible wave of cold power radiated suddenly from her slender body—so potent, it caused Fleur and Gabrielle to shiver instinctively, pressing themselves even closer against me for warmth and protection.
Instantly realizing the effect her leaking magical aura was having, Serafall quickly withdrew her immense power back into herself, allowing the warm sunlight around us to chase away the lingering chill.
Her playful smile returned as she offered the girls an apologetic glance. “Oops~ Sorry, sweeties! Mommy-in-law didn't mean to scare you! Just lost control of my aura for a second.”
I gave her a knowing smirk. “You totally did that on purpose.”
She winked shamelessly at me. “Maybe just a little.”
I sighed softly, shaking my head in amusement before my curiosity won out again. “Alright, putting the Dementors aside for now—what exactly was that about you knowing how I can suddenly use Veela fire? Were you eavesdropping on us this whole time, waiting dramatically in the shadows for the perfect moment to reveal yourself?”
Serafall clasped her hands happily beneath her ample bosom, beaming proudly at me. “Yep!” she declared brightly, utterly shameless in her admission. “You know your mommy so well, Harry~!”
Gabrielle stared incredulously at her, clearly unsure whether to be impressed or scandalized by my mother's blunt honesty. Fleur as well just opened and closed her mouth a few times.
I rolled my eyes, half-exasperated, half-fond. “Alright, Mother—enough teasing. Out with it, then. What’s this theory of yours about how I gained the ability to conjure Veela flames?”
Serafall's grin widened mischievously. "Of course I'll explain, sweetie! Mommy would be more than happy to help her favorite boy understand~."
She skipped gracefully toward us, practically bouncing with excitement as she circled around Fleur and Gabrielle. The two stunning Veela sisters watched her suspiciously, their lovely faces scrunching into adorable, pouty expressions that made me chuckle softly.
But before either Fleur or Gabrielle could protest, Serafall slipped herself smoothly down onto my lap.
I stiffened instantly as I felt her warm, soft curves settle firmly against me—her back pressed snugly into my chest, her voluptuous body nestling perfectly within my embrace. My breath hitched slightly when the firm, round softness of her ass settled directly atop the painfully obvious bulge straining against the fabric of my trousers.
Fuck, that skirt was short. I genuinely couldn't tell if she was even wearing panties beneath the tiny scrap of fabric that barely covered her shapely backside. Knowing my mischievous mother as well as I did, though, I seriously doubted it.
Fleur and Gabrielle's pouts intensified dramatically as they realized exactly what Serafall was doing. But before either sister could complain, Serafall turned her head to smirk triumphantly at them.
"Mmm Very nice," she purred sensually, deliberately wiggling her hips against my throbbing erection and causing me to suck in a sharp, startled breath. She giggled delightedly at my reaction, clearly enjoying herself immensely. "Mommy approves, Harry!"
Maou-dammit, this woman was relentless.
"Mother…" I said slowly, trying to keep my voice steady even as the sensation of her curvy, seductive body slowly grinding against me was quickly driving away all coherent thought. "You were going to elaborate…?"
I figured I should ask before she got too distracted and forgot why she came here to visit me in the first place. Somehow that always happens…
"Ah, yes, of course!" Serafall said brightly, utterly unashamed as she continued leisurely rocking her hips, her ass gently rolling back and forth atop my painfully stiff cock. I had no doubt at all that she could feel every inch of me straining beneath her. The playful, teasing motion sent wave after wave of fiery pleasure coursing through me, heat pooling low and hot in my groin as my hands instinctively settled at her slender waist.
She leaned back slightly, her silky hair brushing gently against my neck as she tilted her head to speak softly into my ear. Her voice was husky, dripping with sensual warmth and teasing pride as she finally revealed her theory. "Congratulations are in order, sweetheart," she murmured seductively, lips brushing tantalizingly against my earlobe. "It seems you've just awakened your Sacred Gear~."
"Sacred Gear?" I repeated carefully, struggling to focus clearly even as Serafall continued her teasing, playful motions atop my lap.
Fleur and Gabrielle were trying their best not to openly glare at Serafall, but neither sister was doing a particularly good job of hiding their annoyance. Fleur's perfect eyebrows knitted together as she finally cleared her throat delicately and fixed Serafall with an inquisitive stare. "If I may ask, Madam Leviathan," Fleur said in a strained but polite tone, "what exactly is ze nature of 'Arry's Sacred Gear?"
Serafall tilted her head back slightly. Meanwhile, she never stopped the gentle rhythm of her hips, continuing to slowly grind her plush, barely covered ass against my rapidly stiffening cock beneath her. My breath caught sharply in my throat as she intensified her movements just slightly, sending pulses of delicious friction shooting through my body.
"Ah, well you see," Serafall purred sweetly, leaning even further back into my chest, her voice slipping into a warm, teasing tone. "I'm quite certain I know precisely what my dear Harry possesses."
Her playful smile deepened into something positively wicked as she rotated her hips sensually, forcing a low groan of pleasure to escape my lips despite myself.
Gabrielle watched Serafall carefully, blue eyes wide with both curiosity and mild frustration at the way my mother was shamelessly teasing me. “Yes…?”
"Harry has," Serafall murmured seductively, shifting herself even more firmly on my lap until I could vividly feel every inch of my erection straining eagerly beneath her, "the only truly successful artificial Sacred Gear ever created—the Magnum Opus of none other than Merlin himself!"
Fleur and Gabrielle both gasped quietly in shock, eyes widening in disbelief. My own eyes grew rounder at that revelation.
"Wait—Merlin?" I questioned hoarsely, struggling to focus on her explanation despite the increasingly intense sensations flooding my body. "As in...the Merlin? But how is that possible?"
Serafall chuckled softly, her melodic laughter sending vibrations through her curvy body that I could feel clearly pressed up against my chest. "Oh yes, Merlin himself," she confirmed smoothly. "You see, Merlin wasn't just a powerful wizard—he was perhaps the single smartest magic-user in history. Don’t tell Ajuka I said that… But moving on. Not only did Merlin master every common form of magic, but also many exclusive bloodline magics—abilities normally locked behind specific races, clans, or species, including angelic, demonic, and yes, even Veela abilities."
Her movements on my lap gradually intensified, hips now moving steadily in firm, sensuous circles that dragged an involuntary moan from my throat. Her slender fingers tightened slightly on my thighs as she continued speaking in that breathless, teasing voice of hers.
"But how, you wonder, was he capable of this feat?" she whispered, her own breath hitching slightly with excitement. "Merlin achieved such mastery through the unique Sacred Gear he personally created! Although he managed to keep this gear secret for a long time. Probably so Big G wouldn’t get offended that one of his precious secret toys was so easily copied. Some would argue it was even improved…"
I let out another deep groan as Serafall accelerated the motion of her hips even further, grinding her warm, soft ass firmly against my aching cock. My fingers instinctively clenched, gripping her hips tighter to hold her body against mine.
Fleur and Gabrielle were openly staring now, cheeks flushed bright pink as they watched Serafall shamelessly pleasure me through my clothes.
Struggling desperately to maintain control of my voice, I rasped out a question, "S-So... how exactly does this gear of Merlin's work, then? Do I have to be exposed to bloodline magic? Did I somehow gain access to Rias' Power of Destruction after what happened earlier?"
Serafall laughed breathlessly, shaking her head slightly even as she moaned softly from her own teasing movements. "Mmm... not yet, darling," she explained sweetly, her voice growing thick with lust. "But Merlin was famously known as a legendary horndog, after all—a prolific lover who bedded thousands of mundane and supernatural women alike. From what I've learned, I'm quite certain you have to have sex with girls to acquire their bloodline abilities. Many many times as well~" she teased.
Ah, I have had sex with Fleur and Gabrielle more than a few times…
Serafall's hips suddenly moved faster, grinding urgently, causing me to hiss sharply in pleasure. My vision blurred slightly as her tantalizing movements became nearly overwhelming. Fleur and Gabrielle's eyes were locked on us, their cheeks flushed crimson as they helplessly watched the increasingly explicit spectacle.
"And the more times you fuck them," Serafall purred lewdly, her voice hitching as she moaned openly now, "the more powerful you can become! I’m actually glad you got a Sacred Gear like this! I was upset when I first thought one of Big G’s sacred gears was inside my precious son! But that’s not the case! Mmm, this feels really good, doesn’t it," Serafall purred.
My control shattered completely in that moment, my hands instinctively sliding upward over Serafall's voluptuous curves until my palms were cupping her large, firm breasts. Her blouse strained dangerously against my grip, and she gasped delightedly at the sudden possessive touch. My fingers sank gently into her soft flesh as she shamelessly arched her back into my grasp.
"Oh yes, Harry, that's it," Serafall whispered excitedly, grinding her hips fiercely now, driving both of us rapidly toward the edge of climax right here in front of the blushing Veela sisters. "Mmm, cum for me, Harry~"
Pleasure surged through me like a tidal wave, obliterating every rational thought. My entire body tensed, every muscle tightening as the intense friction of Serafall's round, perfect ass grinding against my cock finally overwhelmed my senses. With a deep, throaty groan, I buried my face against her neck, inhaling her intoxicatingly sweet scent as my cock pulsed urgently beneath her soft weight. I felt the hot, urgent rush of release shoot up through my throbbing shaft, erupting from my tip in powerful spurts, quickly soaking into the fabric of my pants.
"Fuck!" I hissed raggedly, gripping Serafall's voluptuous body tighter as wave after wave of blissful relief flooded through me. My hips jerked involuntarily upward, thrusting instinctively against the plush firmness of her ass, prolonging every electric pulse of pleasure as I emptied myself completely, my cum staining the inside of my trousers.
In that same moment, Serafall arched her back sharply, throwing her head back against my shoulder as a loud, lewd moan escaped her lush lips. Her entire voluptuous frame shuddered violently on my lap, hips grinding desperately against my still-twitching cock as she trembled through her own orgasm. I felt the rhythmic clenching of her thighs and the hot moisture that suddenly soaked through the thin skirt and onto my pants beneath her. Clearly, she hadn't been wearing panties after all.
"Oh, Maou, yes, Harry!" she whimpered breathlessly, her voice thick with raw, unfiltered lust. Her nails dug possessively into my thighs as her entire body quivered in pleasure, grinding harder against me as she rode out the intense waves of her climax. "Mmm, fuck, Mommy needed that so badly~!"
For a moment, we stayed locked together, both of us breathing raggedly, panting and shivering in the sweet aftermath. I could feel my heart racing furiously in my chest as I slowly came down from the high. Despite my embarrassment at having so obviously cum inside my pants, the sheer eroticism of having my stunningly gorgeous mother shuddering helplessly in orgasmic bliss on my lap easily overshadowed any other thought.
Slowly regaining her breath, Serafall turned her head slightly to meet my gaze, her eyes glazed over with pure, satisfied delight. Her cheeks were flushed deep pink, lips parted in an adorably breathless smile. "Mmm, such a naughty boy…”
I leaned back against the trunk of the old oak, my chest rising and falling steadily as I worked to regain my breath. My pants were still damp, sticky with my release, and I felt Serafall's soft, warm weight comfortably resting in my lap. Her curvy body pressed back against me as she let out a pleased sigh, tilting her head back so it rested gently against my shoulder. A lingering warmth settled between us, our bodies still basking in the afterglow of our unexpected climax.
Finally, breaking the comfortable silence, I murmured softly into her ear, “Did you have a rough work day or something?”
Serafall let out a soft, contented hum in response, her breath tickling my cheek. “Mhm… something like that,” she said with a small, satisfied laugh. She shifted her hips ever so slightly, sending a faint tremor through my body. "But it’s a lot better now, thanks to my wonderful son~. Too bad I can’t stay for long.”
From beside us, I heard a distinctly sarcastic voice speak up. “Oh no, 'ow terrible zat you ‘ave to leave so soon,” Fleur muttered dryly. When I glanced over at the two Veela sisters, I instantly noticed the jealousy radiating from them both. Fleur’s blue eyes glittered with irritation, while Gabrielle's pretty face was flushed pink, her lips slightly parted as she watched us with barely-concealed envy.
I could already tell I was going to be spending the rest of today—probably well into tonight—making it up to them. Not that I minded, of course; judging by the heated way they were looking at me, I suspected they’d enjoy every second of my apology.
Noticing their glares, Serafall giggled lightly, clearly amused by the sisters' reactions. With a mischievous sparkle in her deep blue eyes, she tilted her head back to whisper teasingly into my ear, “Hmm~ Your adorable Veela lovers look awfully jealous, Harry. You’d better take good care of them after Mommy leaves, okay?”
“Don’t worry, Mother,” I assured her dryly, unable to suppress a small grin at her blatant teasing. “I fully intend to.”
Serafall chuckled again, clearly pleased with herself. After a moment, I recalled something important I'd meant to ask her earlier, before we'd become distracted. Clearing my throat, I spoke again. “Mother… Before you go, there's something I'm still curious about. How exactly did I even end up with this Sacred Gear? I mean—why me specifically?”
She shifted slightly in my lap, gracefully turning her head to look back at me, a casual shrug lifting her shoulders. “You probably just inherited it, sweetheart. After all, you're almost certainly a direct descendant of Merlin himself,” she said nonchalantly, as if discussing the weather.
My eyebrows rose sharply at her words. “Wait—descended from Merlin? Isn’t that… kind of a big deal?”
Serafall’s laughter rang out again, melodic and bright. She gently shook her head, clearly entertained by my reaction. “Oh, sweetie, remember what I just told you? Merlin was a complete horndog! He probably had sex with thousands of women—witches, humans, supernaturals, it didn't matter. Honestly, he probably fathered even more children than Genghis Khan himself,” she explained breezily. She reached back and gently stroked my cheek with her slender fingers, smiling warmly at my stunned expression. “Frankly, I'd be shocked if there was a single wizard or witch alive in Britain today who wasn’t at least partially descended from Merlin.”
My enthusiasm dimmed slightly at hearing that, and I couldn't suppress a faint sigh. “Ah… so basically, I'm not quite as special as I thought, huh?”
Serafall leaned back even further into my chest, her smile softening affectionately. “Oh, my dear Harry, you are very special,” she murmured warmly, her voice tender and genuine. “Don’t worry about how many people share Merlin's lineage. The fact remains, you’re the one who inherited his masterpiece—the Magnum Opus Sacred Gear. That alone makes you unique.”
She tilted her head up, and I found myself automatically leaning down to meet her lips in a gentle, lingering kiss. When we finally parted, she whispered softly, “Now, as much as I’d love to stay here and continue to enjoy your wonderful company, duty calls.”
She gracefully rose from my lap, adjusting the skimpy Gryffindor skirt back into place with a playful wink. Both Fleur and Gabrielle watched silently, clearly relieved that she was finally leaving.
“Bye-bye, girls!” Serafall chirped cheerfully, waving at them with exaggerated sweetness. “Take good care of my son now, okay~?”
Fleur forced a polite smile onto her beautiful face, though it was obviously strained. “Of course we will, Madam Leviathan,” she answered tersely.
Gabrielle just nodded vigorously, clearly eager for Serafall to finally leave.
Serafall turned her radiant smile back toward me one last time, blowing me a teasing kiss. “See you soon, Harry~! I have to go say hi to So-tan before I leave though!”
And with a final playful wink, my incredibly gorgeous mother started racing off back up towards the school, leaving me alone by the lakeshore with two very beautiful, very possessive, and clearly very needy Veela sisters…
They pretty much immediately dragged me towards their shared room in the Beauxbaton’s carriage.
…
Dinner that night was interesting to say the least.
I would have expected the Great Hall's conversation that evening to revolve entirely around the twenty Dementors that had nearly stormed Hogwarts' grounds earlier. I mean, twenty literal demons—soul-devouring abominations straight out of nightmare—had come to devour students, teachers, and Aurors alike.
But no. This was Hogwarts, and I quickly remembered the universal truth of this school. The students here were horny creatures first, rational beings second. Tonight, the tastiest gossip at Hogwarts was me—more precisely, Fleur and Gabrielle's fuck-silly expressions as they openly clung to me at the Gryffindor table.
They both had that unmistakable look of pure post-sex satisfaction. It wasn't subtle. Fleur’s cheeks carried the unmistakable flush of prolonged pleasure, eyes half-lidded and dreamy, a soft, lazy smile gracing her full lips.
Gabrielle was even less subtle. She pressed herself shamelessly against my right side, a blissful, barely-there smile on her pretty lips, head resting comfortably on my shoulder as though she didn't have a single care in the world.
Of course, my tablemates—especially the Gryffindor girls—were happily gossiping about it.
Also joining us at the table tonight were Rias and Akeno. Rias had gone off soon after the attack to go and get healing from her queen. Of course healing for devils involved cuddling in bed together naked. Too bad I didn’t know yet the finer details beyond that or I would have volunteered myself. Her hand was no longer scorched red though.
Rias watched Fleur and Gabrielle’s obvious clinginess with mild amusement mixed with genuine curiosity.
"You must have really done a number on those two, Harry," she murmured softly, blue eyes glancing pointedly at Fleur and Gabrielle's blissfully relaxed faces. "They look like you broke them completely.”
I chuckled softly, meeting her gaze with playful confidence. "Just doing my best to make sure they’re happy," I replied smoothly, allowing my fingers to slide gently along Fleur’s bare arm, causing the older Veela to shiver contentedly and lean closer. Gabrielle hummed softly at my side, snuggling even more firmly into me.
"Ara, ara," Akeno purred teasingly, her gaze openly appreciative as she scanned Fleur and Gabrielle’s thoroughly satisfied expressions. "You certainly know how to make other women jealous, Harry-kun… I look forward to you spending more time with Rias in the future. And with me as well~"
Meanwhile, Hermione just sat there beside us, calmly cutting her roast chicken, looking entirely unsurprised and mildly amused by the entire circus. She gave me a small, knowing glance over her goblet of pumpkin juice, and the corner of her lips twitched into a private smile. Clearly, Hermione had long since moved past embarrassment over my relationships. She seemed to take a certain smug satisfaction in knowing she had a place in my life that no one else could touch as my first ever girlfriend and peerage member.
I did notice that Sona was mysteriously absent from dinner tonight. So was her Queen, Tsubaki, along with Luna Lovegood—who had quickly become their friend. I even suspected that Luna might eventually become a member of Sona's peerage.
All of them being missing tonight was a bit concerning, but then I remembered my time with my mother this afternoon. If she got up to all of that with me, I could only imagine what she put Sona through afterwards…
Sona was probably hiding in her common room tonight. I’ll have to check on her later tomorrow in one of our elective classes.
…After the curfew, I snuck through the hallways to Narcissa's room so that we could talk about Lockhart.
“Have you noticed anything weird about Lockhart today?" I asked my bishop.
Narcissa sat elegantly perched on the edge of her bed. She'd removed her outer teaching robes already, leaving herself in just a tightly-fitted, pale blouse and dark pencil skirt that clung perfectly to her womanly curves. Her smooth legs were crossed casually, one over the other, the skirt sliding upward enough to show a teasing hint of creamy, flawless thigh.
Narcissa Malfoy, my beautiful blonde bishop and second-newest peerage member, was currently fixing me with an expression that clearly communicated her displeasure.
“You would have known something was up with Lockhart today if you'd actually bothered attending class,” she said coolly, her full lips forming a perfectly sensual pout as she gave me a disapproving stare. Her pale-blue eyes narrowed slightly—something suspiciously like jealousy. “Instead, you were off skipping lessons, getting attacked by Dementors, and then… shagging some Veela girls. You really should have come to my class, Harry. Perhaps you would have noticed Lockhart's unusual behavior yourself."
From behind her, Tonks shifted uneasily on the bed, drawing my attention to her presence as well. My newest pawn had been sitting quietly at the far end of the bed since I'd arrived in Narcissa's room, her usually cheerful demeanor completely replaced by obvious embarrassment and self-disappointment. She had basically encouraged me to skip class, and then she was embarrassed that she wasn't there to help me fight off the Dementors either.
Or maybe she was just embarrassed over the fact that Narcissa was talking about sex in front of her. I noticed that her emotions fluctuated a lot more than most other girls I knew, her hair was almost constantly changing colors. Could be a personality thing or a metamorphmagus thing.
Either way, this was the struggle of managing a harem filled with beautiful devil-witches. Keeping them all satisfied wasn't always easy. Both these women clearly had different feelings about my day that they weren’t expressing openly.
And I suspected part of Narcissa's irritation stemmed from the fact that I'd skipped her lesson specifically.
I gently approached Narcissa, putting on my most sincere, apologetic look as I carefully took her delicate hand into mine. "I'm sorry, Narcissa," I said softly, meeting her eyes directly and holding her gaze, letting her see my genuine regret. "You're right—I should've come to your class today instead of skipping it. I won't make a habit of it in the future."
The irritation in Narcissa’s gaze softened immediately, her eyes warming noticeably at my apology. The corners of her pouty lips twitched upwards faintly, betraying her relief and satisfaction at hearing my words.
Seeing her reaction, I suddenly realized something interesting. Narcissa probably had a secret kink for playing the strict, naughty teacher—and she clearly didn't appreciate it when her favorite student decided to skip out on her lessons.
Interesting. I'd definitely have to explore that particular kink with her later. For now, though, I still had important questions.
Giving her hand a gentle, lingering squeeze, I asked my question again more directly this time, keeping my tone serious. "So, Narcissa, tell me honestly—did you notice anything strange about Lockhart today?"
"Yes, Harry," Narcissa said, her voice taking on a tone of cold certainty. "In fact, it was painfully obvious to anyone actually paying attention today that Gilderoy Lockhart is most certainly an imposter..."
– Bonus Scene: Tom Marvello Riddle –
Tom Marvello Riddle—or the diary of him at least, currently possessing this student like a meatsuit—was upset as he paced through the empty Chamber of Secrets.
He’d sent out his precious Basilisk two days ago to try and kill Harry Sitri, the supposed Boy-Who-Lived. Obviously since Harry was alive and at dinner tonight his Basilisk had failed. Tom wanted to know what happened, except his freaking snake was missing!? It hadn't come back to the Chamber yet.
Obviously, it had failed to attack Harry, because a basilisk being spotted in Hogwarts—which was currently hosting the Triwizard Tournament—would have been gigantic news!
And yet, there was no gossip at all about that at dinner tonight about Tom’s precious snake! just a bunch of jealous boys and girls mumbling about Harry Sitri and his blasted harem! And something about dementors, but most people were just gossiping about the harem as usual…
“WHERE THE FUCK IS MY SNAKE!?” he shouted in irritation.
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Harry has awakened his Sacred Gear! After only 200k words…
I wonder what Serafall will do when she realizes what ability he’ll gain if he sleeps with Tonks…?
Tom lost his Snek…
Comments
cjmd3419
What would happen if Harry suddenly decided to pet Serafall’s head?
Ariakan
Thank you for the charapter! Sublime! (cheff kiss). For Harry's future i can see him asking Serafall to let him assist her in her job, wanting to help her. So he can travel the supernatural world and meet all the other races.
