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Tenebrae Et Lux Chapters 9 and 10.
🕑 Added 2023-08-26 17:40:05 +0000 UTCContent Warnings: Spanking, Toys, Collars, Teasing, Anal, Overstimulation.
“Go away, Enid.”
Enid silently flopped on the grass next to her and reached out to take her hand.
“It wasn’t-”
“If you tell me it wasn’t my fault you will need a bed in St. Mungo’s too,” Wednesday said coldly. She yanked her hand free from her best friend’s hold before sighing softly. “It was my fault, Enid. I was right there and I couldn’t do anything. That woman played me like a fiddle,” she said quietly.
Her dark eyes stared at the stillness of the lake’s surface, its tranquility providing the perfect contrast to the battle raging within her. It was a cloudless night but even the beauty of the twinkling stars reflected on the calm dark waters of the lake did nothing to quench the raging fire of self-hatred within her.
“He’s alive because of you.”
Wednesday laughed tearfully and shook her head. “He’s alive because she wanted him to live. She’s not done torturing him yet.”
She had studied what had happened a thousand times in her head over the past two days, looking at it from every possible angle.
The lady, whoever she was, had them both dead to rights. She had let them live and Wednesday doubted she had done that because she had a sudden change of heart.
No. She was a cat, playing with her food before she devoured it whole.
“Does Harry have security around his room?”
“Why don’t you go and check?”
Wednesday turned and glared half-heartedly at her best friend.
“It’s better than sitting at the edge of this lake and beating yourself up,” Enid pointed out with a small smile.
“I’m not sitting here and beating myself up. I’m making a plan.”
“To do what?”
“Find that woman and carve her heart out.”
“Alright. You’ve had nearly three days. Let’s hear this plan,” Enid challenged with raised eyebrows.
The werewolf kept staring at her best friend, undeterred by Wednesday’s intensifying glare. Their bond ran much deeper than that of mere friends and she was more than used to having to break down Wednesday’s walls, to be there when she needed her best friend the most.
“What makes you think he’ll want to see me?” Wednesday asked, changing the topic.
“Maybe because he literally keeps asking to see you ever since he regained consciousness this morning?”
Wednesday tried and failed to swallow the lump in her throat.
“H-he… wants me there?” she croaked, her eyes widening.
Enid stared at her best friend with an expression that said, Yeah, dumbass.
“He nearly broke out of Mungo’s and wouldn’t let the Healers work on him until Hermione promised him you were fine,” Enid explained, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Hermione told him you’re recovering. That’s why you haven’t been able to come see him yet. It’s better than telling him the woman he loves is a coward.”
“I’m not a coward,” Wednesday snarled, the emotions she had kept suppressed ever since the attack bubbling to the surface.
“You’re not? How is this any different from what you did to Pugsley and me? Why must Harry fight to receive basic affection and attention from the woman he loves? I love you but there are days… there are days when I can’t help but hate you, Wednesday. If Hermione was on that bed I wouldn’t have left her side for even a second!”
The fight seeped out of Wednesday and her shoulders slumped. “You wouldn’t understand,” she said softly.
Enid, expecting and geared up for one of their legendary arguments, stared at her best friend in disbelief. She reached out and gently grabbed Wednesday’s hand, threading their fingers together. “I can try,” she whispered, scooting closer to Wednesday. She gently wrapped her arms around the girl and pulled her down into her chest.
“The ritual didn’t just show me who we’re up against,” Wednesday murmured. She closed her eyes and pressed her face into Enid’s sweater, relaxing for the first time in three days as she inhaled her best friend’s signature scent of vanilla and pine cones. Enid gently rubbed her back and Wednesday sighed, secretly glad that she was there to provide comfort and support.
“It activated my powers,” Wednesday murmured. “Showed me my future with Harry.”
“And that scared you?”
“No. No,” Wednesday shook her head and laughed tearfully. “It was… perfect. It was everything my parents have and so much more. But my powers didn’t just show me my future with Harry.” Wednesday paused and took a deep breath. “It forged a connection with him. I could feel him, in the back of my mind, this warm and fuzzy loving presence that promised me everything was going to be alright.”
“You can read minds?!”
“No.” Wednesday shook her head. “It’s… I can’t read his thoughts. At best, I can gauge his mood by sensing what he’s feeling. I had that for all of fifteen minutes before the attack and I was already addicted. I wanted a lifetime of it… I want a lifetime of it,” Wednesday admitted quietly.
“Of him being in your head.”
Wednesday nodded. “And after the attack… silence. He was gone. Nothing but oppressive silence for two full days,” Wednesday croaked, on the verge of tears again. “I nearly lost him. I felt him on the verge of death and I can’t… Enid, I can’t…”
“You won’t,” Enid whispered, her anger evaporating as she finally understood her best friend’s pain. To love someone with your entire being and to not only watch them on death’s door but to feel every second of it?
She wouldn’t have wished such a fate on her worst enemy.
“We are going to make sure Harry recovers completely and then we’re going to find that bint and carve her heart out,” the werewolf growled in an uncharacteristic display of anger.
Wednesday tilted her head up to look at Enid, an amused expression on her tear-streaked face. “Bint?”
Enid blushed. “Hermione’s been teaching me some local slang.”
“Thank the goddess she’s moved on from trying to teach you bedroom tricks,” Wednesday teased, smiling properly for the first time since the attack. “She better leave those lessons to Harry and me.”
“You’re not teaching us how to have carnal relations!” Enid said hotly, a deep blush on her cheeks.
“Why not?” Wednesday asked, biting her lip to stop herself from grinning.
Carnal relations.
They were so adorably naive.
“Do you really want your boyfriend to see another girl naked?”
“You don’t have to be naked for him to teach Hermione how to tie you up. Besides, you don’t count.”
“Why not? What, you think I’m not good enough to steal your man?”
Wednesday snorted and rolled her eyes. Enid’s ‘tough guy’ act had never improved over the years.
“Because I love you just as much as I love him, idiot,” Wednesday muttered.
If I’m baring my heart I might as well go the whole nine yards, she thought grumpily. As she watched a huge smile break out on Enid’s face she knew the werewolf would spend the rest of their lives teasing her about her admission.
I knew Potter would turn me into a fucking sap. Oh, well. I’ve come this far.
She leaned in and kissed Enid’s cheek before pulling away. “And because I want you and Hermione to have safe and satisfying… carnal relations.” She smirked and got to her feet. “Do you like her?” Wednesday questioned as she grabbed Enid’s hand and helped her stand.
Enid nodded shyly. “She makes me feel all warm and gooey inside.”
“Good. I’m happy for you, you know?” Wednesday admitted quietly as they walked along the lake’s shore. “Even if the woman you like has absolutely no idea how to fuck and was going to accidentally waterboard you.”
“She was not!”
“She had a cloth and a bucket of cold water, Enid. As much as I enjoy a good waterboarding, how about we start with something slightly simpler?” Wednesday teased, slowly slipping back to her old self. Harry’s faint presence in the back of her head combined with Enid’s usual peppiness was the perfect balm to her wounded soul. “Has she spanked you yet?”
“Uhm… we… I…”
“Yes or no, Enid, it’s a simple question.”
“Kinda?”
“How… Goddess, this I have to hear. How does someone ‘kinda’ spank you?”
“Well.” Enid paused to hop over an exposed tree root as they walked across the castle grounds. “She put me across her knees but when she tried to spank me I lost my balance, fell to the floor, and bruised my ass. So in a way, it counts?”
“No, it doesn’t. The floor did a better job of spanking you than your girlfriend.”
“Okay, fine, we could do with some tips,” Enid admitted grumpily. “Reading books and following instructions laid out in them like we’re in class ruins the mood if I’m being honest.”
Wednesday lapsed into silence as they approached the violently purple bus waiting for them by the large wrought iron doors of the castle.
She climbed aboard, only to be greeted by Stan Shunpike’s grinning face before she could ascend to the upper level.
“Where to?”
“St. Mungo’s. Two tickets. Keep the change,” Wednesday said, handing him two galleons. She and Enid had used the bus once before on their initial journey to Hogwarts and she knew exactly what she was dealing with. She was in no mood for the conductor’s antics.
“Swell! We also offer cocoa, a toothbrush, a pillow, and other world-class amenities at a modest extra cost! What would you like to make this trip perfect?” Stan asked, refusing to move out of Wednesday’s way.
“Your incessant prattling annoys me. How much for your tongue?”
“I… what?” Stan’s smile faltered and he paled as he looked down at the short goth girl in front of him.
“Your tongue. I’d like to carve it out so I can travel in silence. How much for it?”
“Uhm… I… you won’t be disturbed, Madame,” Stan mumbled, hastily getting out of Wednesday’s way.
“She’s kidding,” Enid said, shooting Stan a reassuring smile on her way to follow Wednesday to the upper floor of the bus. “I… think. Best to stay clear of us.”
Stan paled and nodded.
Wednesday was already in a chair by the time Enid ascended to the upper floor. Enid flopped into the seat next to hers just in time.
She squeaked and grabbed her chair as the bus shot south. The upper floor was thankfully empty and Stan stayed true to his word and stayed away.
Wednesday sat unmoving the entire duration of the trip, lost in thought and completely unaffected by the sudden twists and turns the bus took.
Enid, on the other hand, turned green and was close to hurling by the time the bus skidded to a halt on the pavement in front of Mungo’s. She stumbled down the stairs, a hand clamped to her mouth to stop herself from barfing.
“Have a pleasant-”
Wednesday turned to give him a deadpan stare.
Stan wisely shut up and simply waved as she exited the bus.
“Why do the British hate sane and reasonable modes of transport?” Enid questioned. She was bent over at her waist, a shaky hand holding her hair out of the way as she heaved. She took deep breaths, trying to calm her roiling stomach before she puked the contents of her dinner all over the grimy pavement.
“I don’t know. It worries me that I didn’t see any signs of a garage or a car in my future with Harry,” Wednesday murmured as she studied the deserted street. They were in a rough and worn-down suburb of London and the building they were standing in front of looked to be a derelict and abandoned structure. A glamor charm, if she had to guess. A simple but highly effective method to keep Mungo’s hidden from Muggles.
She doubted anyone walking down the street would so much as give the building a second glance.
“You alright?”
Enid nodded and straightened. Her face was still tinged with green but she followed Wednesday into the building.
St. Mungo’s lobby was as busy as ever. It had worn beige walls and a scuffed marble floor with a huge desk at the very end of the room. A harangued receptionist not only took care of the five phones on the desk but also the half dozen patients currently in the lobby, waiting to be assigned a Healer.
A hallway branched off to the right and contained a row of three lifts that carried patients and visitors to the upper floors.
I could be a Healer, Wednesday mused as she studied the woman with a boot sticking out her forehead. Next to her was a man who was groaning and poking a gray, slimy blob on his chest. The sights in front of her were surreal and macabre, just what she enjoyed in life.
While she studied the patients, Enid walked over to the receptionist.
“Hey, Rosie!” Enid said with a polite smile. “Busy day?”
“Like you wouldn’t believe,” Rosie muttered with an annoyed grunt. “Sir!” She turned to the man with the blob on his chest. “Please stop poking it! If it bursts and infects everyone in this room the Healers will have my head!”
“Sounds like it. Anyway, I know visitation hours are over but that’s Harry’s girlfriend and she just hasn’t been the same since the attack. How about we sneak in for a quick visit? Just so that she can see he’s doing better?”
Rosie chewed her lower lip. “I really shouldn’t…”
“No one will know, Rosie,” Enid whispered as she reached out to squeeze her hand. “It’ll be our secret. Wouldn’t it feel great? Helping two soulmates heal? She really needs to see with her own eyes that he’ll be alright. She blames herself for what happened, you know?” Enid murmured sadly.
Rosie sucked in a sharp breath. Her eyes flickered to the novel on her desk before she turned her gaze back towards Enid. “They’re soulmates?”
“We think so.” Enid nodded solemnly. She had no idea if soulmates even existed but Rosie was convinced they did and a little embellishment never hurt anyone. “A seer said they’d spend the rest of their lives together, you know? Have beautiful children and grandchildren. I know you’d hate to stand in the way of true love.”
“Never!” Rosie exclaimed, causing Wednesday to look away from the woman with a boot in her head. She turned to them with a small frown and Enid shook her head discreetly, hoping her best friend would take the hint and stay put.
After all, sometimes honeyed words and the promise of romance worked much better than threats of bodily harm.
“No one will know,” Enid said, her voice low and conspiratorial. “I’ll drop her off and leave. It’ll be our secret.”
“A late-night rendezvous?” Rosie sighed dreamily.
“Yep,” Enid said with a slight grin. “I bet cuddles from his beloved are just what Harry needs to help him heal faster.”
“Oh, you’re absolutely right, young lady. The Healers won’t listen to me but I can prove cuddles and kisses have healing properties.”
“So you’ll let us in?”
“Take the first lift. They shifted him out of critical care today. He’s now on the fifth floor, room Five Zero One. Don’t get caught.”
“Thanks, Rosie. And don’t worry, we won’t,” Enid murmured. She nodded at Wednesday who reluctantly pulled away from the woman she was studying and followed her into the waiting lift.
“What took so long?”
“We were discussing the healing power of kisses,” Enid explained as she pressed the button that would take them to the fifth floor.
“Kisses have no healing power.”
“Yeah, I wouldn’t tell her that.”
The elevator dinged quietly as it smoothly halted on the fifth floor. The doors pulled open and the two girls walked out into a heavily-carpeted and completely empty hallway. It was dark and silent. Rows of shut doors ran down the hallway on either side of them.
“Room Five Zero One. It’s to your right,” Enid said, holding open the elevator door with her foot.
“You’re not coming?”
“Nope. Hermione and I have been taking care of your boyfriend for the past two days. It’s your turn now.”
They needed some time alone. More importantly, Wednesday needed to learn to face her fears and Enid knew she’d never do that if she had the option to use her best friend as a crutch.
“Enid?”
“Yeah?” Enid asked. She walked back into the elevator and turned, her lips curved into a small smile.
“Thank you.”
Wednesday waited until the elevator doors had closed and she was alone before she took a deep breath and turned right, pausing in front of the first door next to the lifts.
501.
A wave of fear crashed into her as she grasped the brass doorknob. He was peaceful. She could feel discomfort through their connection, but by and large, he was at peace. Happy, even.
What if he had changed his mind? What if he didn’t want to see her anymore? What if he blamed her for not stopping their unknown adversary in time?
Her friends got hurt. Everyone she cared about got hurt because they were close to her.
That was a fact of life.
“Come in.”
His quiet voice broke her free from her reverie. He knew someone was at his door, but he still didn’t know who. She could still run and for a brief second, she considered doing so.
Stop! She screamed at the voice in her head. She was tired of running, tired of hiding, tired of living in denial.
Enid’s words echoed in her mind. But it wasn’t just Enid. Her mother would never have left her injured father’s side for even a second, no matter the circumstances of his injury.
She was done being a coward.
She took a deep breath and twisted the doorknob. She gently pushed open the door and slipped inside the dark room, making sure to shut the door behind her to ensure they weren’t disturbed.
He was propped up on a small mountain of pillows. The bed was large and looked comfortable, and for that she was thankful. His injuries didn’t appear as bad as they had in the immediate aftermath of the attack.
Enid had told her bandages drenched in healing potions and smeared with experimental salves were being used to treat the cursed wounds on his hands, legs, and torso but he was covered with a blanket, hiding them from her view. Her heart skipped a beat as she took in his messy black hair, the massive bruise on his forehead, and his busted lip.
“Hi,” she said lamely, not knowing what to say for the first time in her life.
To her surprise, Harry smiled and patted the space on the bed next to him.
She could see he was severely injured and could feel his pain through their connection. She knew she needed to sit on the chair placed beside the bed but she couldn’t help herself.
A quiet whimper left her throat as she climbed into bed and gently laid down next to him. Her behavior was highly unlike her and she could see him frown from the corner of her eye.
Love makes a fool of us all.
Harry didn’t say anything. He just tilted his head to allow her to rest her cheek on his shoulder.
“Are you mad?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
“Why would I be mad?” Harry asked. He sounded exhausted and his voice was barely audible, but the deep baritone caused familiar butterflies to flutter in her belly.
“Because I didn’t come to see you,” she whispered, her voice full of guilt.
Harry chuckled tiredly. “I presumed you were hunting down our mysterious assailant and ensuring they died a slow and horrible death. Please tell me you fed them to your pet piranhas.”
Hermione and Enid hadn’t told him anything about her horrible mental state, presumably in an effort not to worry him while he healed. Despite the guilt eating her alive, his gentle teasing brought a smile to her face. “They’re not my pets. They just like me because I have a habit of feeding them horrible men.”
“Well, did you feed them this horrible man?”
“It wasn’t a man who directed the Inferi to attack us. It was a woman. The same one I saw in my dream.”
“So we’re not dealing with Voldemort,” Harry whispered, breathing a sigh of relief. “Though to be fair, I don’t know if I should be happy or worried. Voldemort never figured out how to make his Inferi fireproof.”
There was a lot they needed to talk about, including her now undeniable feelings and the connection she had with him, but she knew figuring out the identity of their attacker was just as important.
“I faced her. She has some connection to him. She spoke about him like she loves him.” It had taken her a day to place the longing and pain in the woman’s voice. It was the same hurt her voice carried whenever she had spoken about Harry the past couple of days.
“I know only one woman who fits that description and I watched her die with my own eyes.” Harry frowned. It couldn’t be Bellatrix. Could it? Had Voldemort given her the knowledge to make her own Horcruxes?
Knowing what he knew about him, he doubted Voldemort would have shared that secret with anyone, even his most trusted lieutenant.
“Maybe it was someone else. You told me you had no idea who was working for him after he took over the Ministry, right?”
“Maybe,” Harry murmured, deep in thought.
“Is there anyone who can give us information about the inner workings of the Death Eaters? There might be someone you missed.”
“Narcissa Black, I guess. She saved my life, divorced her husband, and last I heard she was helping Kingsley track down the Death Eaters the Ministry still hasn’t captured.”
“I’ll ask Hermione to arrange a meeting. Because I have no idea how to find the woman who attacked us.”
This time there was no mistaking his frown.
“What were you doing for the past two days, Wednesday? I thought you were trying to find and subdue that woman before she hurt someone else.”
And there it was. The question she had been dreading.
What had she been doing?
She took a deep breath and tried to swallow the knot in her throat. “I… I tried to stay awake every single moment of the past two days. I could not allow myself to dream. I have walked the hallways of Hogwarts like a ghost… no, not a ghost,” she said, her voice laced with bitter irony. She had become the very thing she had mocked so often. “Like a lovesick puppy who lost her master. I love you and I tried so hard to pretend I didn’t,” Wednesday whispered, sounding devastated and close to tears.
“Did it work? I have a feeling it didn’t. Unfortunately, love is a condition that can’t be cured with a deathly glare and a cursed knife.”
Wednesday snapped her eyes up at him in disbelief. There was no anger, just a small smile and a playful twinkle in his eyes that instantly made her feel better.
“Enid talked a lot when she thought I was unconscious. You've been talking a lot too, in your sleep. Two daughters, is it?” Harry asked, raising a bandaged hand and tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
“She told you?!”
“Well… not directly. She overheard you and was talking to herself this morning. I was barely conscious but one doesn’t miss something like that,” Harry murmured, laughing at the enraged expression on Wednesday’s face. An adorable blush graced her pale cheeks. “I’m not upset because you needed time to process what happened and figure out your own feelings, my little hellcat. Love can be scary,” he said softly, his own fears shining through for a brief second.
“I’m not afraid of loving you,” Wednesday admitted, resting her head on his chest. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the steady THUMPING of his heartbeat.
“What are you afraid of, Wednesday?”
“I’m afraid of losing you,” Wednesday choked out past the knot in her throat.
“Wednesday I’m not-”
She pulled away and glared at him. “Are you seriously going to tell me you’re not going anywhere three days after you decided to sacrifice yourself to save me and some Muggles?”
Harry responded with a sheepish smile.
Wednesday leaned in and kissed the corner of his lips, her body shaking as a strangled sob escaped her throat. “It was my fault. The ritual… my presence is what allowed that woman to find us. I couldn’t come here… I couldn’t see you knowing-”
Tears were streaming down her face as the dam finally burst and all the emotions she had kept bottled up spilled free.
“It wasn’t your fault,” Harry said firmly. He groaned quietly as he shifted to one side, his stiff hands gently wrapping around her slender frame and pulling her into his chest. “You are the reason we know what we’re dealing with. Sometimes our actions have unexpected consequences and that’s not anyone’s fault,” Harry whispered, holding her as tightly as his injured arms could manage while she cried, her tears staining his gown.
“That’s not all the ritual did,” Wednesday whispered, her voice hoarse. “I-it gave me a connection to you. I could feel you in the back of my mind. Not your thoughts. Just your presence. It was like a warm hug, the kind you give that I pretend to hate,” Wednesday murmured. Her voice was raw and emotional as she allowed someone to glimpse at her true self for the first time in her life.
People never saw past her macabre tastes, never glimpsed at the woman who would do anything to protect the people she loved.
“It was… My mother once told me that when she is with my father she can hear the symphony of the universe and see the beauty in everything around her. I finally understood what she meant,” Wednesday continued, hiccuping as her sobs subsided. “And then that presence was violently snuffed out and I was all alone,” she whispered numbly, her body shaking.
“Oh, my love,” Harry whispered sadly. He couldn’t even begin to imagine how traumatized she was. All he could do was help her heal. “Is it back? My presence?”
Wednesday nodded into his chest. “I feel exhaustion and pain and…” She paused before continuing shyly. “Love.”
“A warm hug, the kind you pretend to hate?”
“Yes,” Wednesday whispered, smiling against his hospital gown.
“Is this why you keep having dreams about our future? Because of our connection?”
“I don’t know. There’s so much about my powers that I still don’t understand,” Wednesday replied, a hint of frustration creeping into her voice. “The first time I saw our future was right after the ritual.”
“Please tell me we’re not in a throuple with the crazy Inferi lady.”
“Maybe you have a thing for slightly unhinged murderous women, sir,” Wednesday teased. She relaxed into his arms, the worries of the past few days melting away as she was enveloped by his presence physically and mentally.
“I have a feeling she’ll rip my dick off with her teeth.”
“So will I, if you presume to think I’ll share you with another woman.”
Harry chuckled. “Noted. So we’re not in a throuple.”
“I had two separate visions that night.” Wednesday rolled her eyes. “That was the last time I saw that woman in a vision. I think she’s blocking me because I’ve gotten pretty good at controlling what I see.”
“You can see into the future at will?!”
“Not exactly. My true visions are still random but I can revisit things I’ve already seen.”
“Like our future. The one you saw originally.”
“Mhm. I’ve been trying and failing to revisit my vision of that woman. I thought I might be able to see something I missed the first time. Something that’ll help us find her. But I can’t.”
“We’ll figure something out.”
“Do you want to see it? The vision of our future?”
“Can you do that?”
“I think so. Enid got a glimpse when she grabbed my shoulder to wake me up.”
“What do I need to do?”
“Nothing.” Wednesday closed her eyes and concentrated on her connection with Harry. “Just fall asleep with me.”
Chapter 10
Wednesday stirred back into consciousness at the sound of birds chirping. Her body was sore, every muscle aching as she reluctantly pushed herself up into a sitting position.
She grinned as she looked around at their bedroom. Her hand subconsciously went to her neck and her fingers gently traced the rune-inscribed collar. No matter how many times she revisited her vision, she always took a moment to enjoy the soft leather and the gentle pressure around her neck. She pulled her hand up to eye level, her smile growing as she studied her wedding ring. A part of her still wondered how hard he had fucked her to get her to say yes.
Her dress was the same as ever. Instead of the white blouse and gray skirt of her Hogwarts uniform, she was now wearing a forest green sheer nightgown that hugged her curves and flared out at the waist.
She turned towards the sound of breathing, smiling at the sight of Harry sprawled out on the bed next to her, fast asleep. Desire stirred in her loins as she gazed at the smattering of hair on his chest. Her gaze slowly shifted lower, moving past his abs and following the thin trail of hair that disappeared into his pants.
She wondered if it had worked.
Only one way to find out.
She leaned in and brushed her lips against his, rousing him from his slumber.
“Morning,” Harry murmured, lazily opening his eyes. He grinned and leaned up when she pulled away from him, capturing her lips for a quick kiss.
It took him a minute to realize he had sat up on his own and that he wasn’t in any pain. There were no bandages on his hands and legs and he wasn’t in the hospital room.
“It worked?!”
Wednesday nodded. “That was incredibly fast. It took me a while to realize I was in a vision the first time my powers showed me all this.”
“We have a huge bedroom,” Harry murmured as he studied the room they were in. His eyes rested on the headband on his nightstand and he grinned. “Glad to see some things never change. You’re still my little hellcat,” he murmured as he picked it up and gently pushed it into her free hair. The pitch-black kitten ears looked adorable on her.
“You know, I didn’t expect our bedroom to look like this,” Harry murmured as he wrapped his hand around her wrist and pulled her into his lap. He took a second to study her, his heart speeding up as he gazed at her pale cheeks and plump, black lips. While some things never changed, others definitely had. She was as short as ever but was now curvier, with her firm tear-drop-shaped breasts straining against the thin fabric of her nightgown. Her puffy brown nipples were stiff and poked through the gown, just begging for attention.
Harry groaned softly as she pressed against him and trapped his rapidly hardening cock between the firm cheeks of her ass.
“What’d you expect?”
“More chains and whips for one. A lot of candles?”
Wednesday rolled her eyes. “We have two daughters. Did you really expect our future selves to turn our bedroom into a kink dungeon?”
“I guess not, Miss Addams.”
His lopsided grin caused her heart to flutter.
“Mrs. Potter,” Wednesday corrected him breathily, holding up her hand to show him her wedding ring.
Harry groaned as his cock twitched against her thigh.
“Oh, you like that, do you?” Wednesday whispered teasingly. She wrapped her arms around his neck and started to grind against him, coaxing his cock to life. “I still have no idea how you convinced me marriage was a good idea.”
“It’s my biggest fantasy,” Harry said hoarsely.
Wednesday’s eyes widened. “Your biggest fantasy is me as your wife?”
“And a family of our own,” Harry whispered breathlessly.
This wasn’t random, Wednesday thought in a moment of sudden realization. Her connection to him had shown her what he wanted the most.
She hopped off his lap. Ignoring his disappointed groan she grabbed his wrist and made him get off the bed and onto his feet. “Come on. I want to show you the rest of the house.”
Harry nodded and followed her out of the dark bedroom, his heart racing.
Their house seemed to be a perfect fusion of their tastes. The walls were painted the same shade of black as their bedroom, contrasting perfectly with the polished hardwood. Macabre paintings, both magical and mundane, dotted the walls on either side of them. Harry’s eyes rested on the portrait of a familiar redhead. The woman inside was sleeping but there was no mistaking who she was.
Harry resisted the urge to wake his mother and followed Wednesday as she padded silently towards the eerie green glow flooding the hallway. It came from the room next to theirs, and the door was ajar. She silently pushed it open and his eyes widened at the sight of two girls sleeping in coffin-shaped beds, their faces illuminated by the green glow of the lava lamp placed on the nightstand between their beds. Even if he had missed their jet-black hair or the pair of glasses on the part of the nightstand closer to the younger girl, there was no mistaking who they were.
“Our daughters?” Harry asked, resting a trembling hand on Wednesday’s shoulder.
Wednesday nodded. “Yes. Lily and Dora. They look like me but they’re just like you in every way that matters,” she whispered.
“You’ve talked to them?”
“A couple of times. We’re in an echo of the future so they didn’t realize I was from the past. They were not happy with their mother waking them up at the crack of dawn. Lily nearly stabbed me with the knife she keeps under her pillow.”
Harry chuckled. “I’d expect nothing less from our child.”
“Do you want to talk to them?”
“And risk getting skewered by our daughter’s knife? No thank you,” Harry teased before sobering up. “I dunno. Maybe another time? This is perfect for now. Can we just watch them for a little while longer?”
Wednesday nodded. She leaned into his chest and they stood in place, admiring their daughters for a minute before she grabbed the doorknob and shut the door.
She took Harry’s hand and led him down the stairs to the kitchen and adjoining living room of their rustic cottage.
Harry glanced at the dark, foreboding forest outside the shut window. The sun had barely risen above the horizon and the sky was shifting from black to purple. He followed her into the living room, studying the framed photos on the mantelpiece above the fireplace.
“Hermione and Enid have triplets,” Harry murmured, picking up the photo of their best friends. They were seated on the marble steps of the main building of the British Museum. Both of them were smiling and Hermione cradled a toddler in her arms while Enid balanced two on her lap. “All three of them look just like Enid. Blonde hair, green eyes, and beautiful smiles.”
“Enid has gray eyes, darling,” Wednesday pointed out, her eyes twinkling playfully. She wondered how long it’d take him to figure it out. “But yes, they do. Three more Enids in the world. Goddess help us all,” she murmured. She gently grabbed his hand and laced their fingers together. “Come on. There’s one more room I want to show you.”
She led him to the shut door of their basement. The brass doorknob glowed dully when she grabbed it. The wards recognized her presence and the door unlocked. She pushed it open and pulled him onto the stairs that led down to the basement. She carefully shut the door behind her and climbed down the stairs.
Harry’s eyes widened as he entered the basement. A fire was roaring in the small fireplace, flooding the room with light and warmth. Purple candles were suspended in the air at regular intervals, supplementing the light provided by the fire and casting long shadows on the red walls of the room.
Every wall had racks, cabinets, and cupboards arranged against them. A pair of cuffs attached to chains dangled in the center of the room. One corner was dominated by a large bed with pitch-black satin sheets.
“Why keep a small chest of toys hidden under our bed when we can have a whole dungeon?” Wednesday asked, pulling open a drawer in the cabinet closest to her to reveal rows of neatly arranged buttplugs.
“Wow,” Harry breathed as he walked around the room, randomly pulling open drawers and closet doors and exploring their contents. His eyes widened as his gaze shifted to the only picture on the small mantelpiece above the fireplace.
“Wednesday?” he croaked, wanting to make sure he wasn’t imagining things. “There’s a picture of Hermione, Enid, you, and me. We’re cuddling on the bed in this room and I’m pretty sure we’re naked.”
“And?”
“You just threatened to rip my dick off if I presumed you’d share me with another woman!”
Wednesday smirked and padded over to him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed against him, burying her face in his back. “Enid and Hermione don’t count.”
“They don’t?”
“Enid is a werewolf, Harry. Werewolves go into heat and they need to breed. Did you know Enid has eight siblings? She’s going to have her first heat on her twenty-first birthday. Then, every year for a week after her birthday she’s going to have baby fever. Enid told me it feels like an itch in the brain. She can only go a few years without scratching it until she goes insane.”
“So… I scratch that itch?”
“Why do you think their triplets have green eyes?” Her good humor evaporated when Harry stayed silent. “You have a big happy family. I know it’s not a conventional family-”
Harry whirled around and cupped her cheeks, cutting her off mid-sentence with a bruising kiss. His mouth drowned out Wednesday’s needy moan and he took advantage of her parted lips to slip his tongue into the warm embrace of her mouth.
She immediately rose to the challenge, both of them dueling playfully while her trembling fingers dug into the waistband of his pajamas and pushed them down his legs.
Harry groaned as his throbbing manhood sprang free. Her peculiar scent of roses and freshly dug earth enveloped his senses as he pulled away, gasping for breath.
“I always knew my life with you would never be conventional,” Harry whispered. He grabbed her shoulders to stop her from kneeling and roughly turned her around, his free arm wrapping around her waist to trap her in place. “This won’t happen for years. I have enough time to wrap my head around it,” he murmured as he grabbed the edges of her nightgown and ripped it in two. The tattered fabric pooled around her ankles.
Wednesday nodded silently, her mind fuzzy with arousal and his ever-growing presence. She shivered as her naked body was caressed by a gentle gust of warm wind.
“For now I’m more than happy with what I’ve seen. This house and the promise of a big, happy family,” Harry whispered. He led her to the bed and bent her over its edge, smirking when his gaze was pulled to the dull glint of the ruby nestled between her firm asscheeks.
“Belongs to Harry James Potter.” Harry’s fingers traced the engraved words on the rim of the hilt of the buttplug. “Is that true?” he asked, gently pulling the plug free from her ass. It was half as long and almost as thick as his cock and the silver metal glinted in the candlelight as he held it up to study it.
“I’m your hellcat. Now and forever,” Wednesday promised. She spread her legs, giving him a glimpse of her wet folds. Her thighs gleamed with the arousal streaming down her legs, the heady scent of her juices filling the air around them.
“Hands behind your back.”
Wednesday complied immediately and pulled her arms behind her back, crossing her wrists to make it easier for him to cuff them.
“I must say, you’ve gotten better at obeying instructions, Mrs. Potter.”
“Maybe you’ve gotten better at making me obey.” Wednesday wiggled her cute butt, drawing his attention to the faint bruises on her alabaster skin.
Harry chuckled as he walked over with the toys he had grabbed.
“SIR!” Wednesday’s half-lidded eyes flew open when Harry pushed the wingless snitch into her wet folds, pressing it firmly against her clit. The golden ball began to buzz violently against the sensitive nub, overstimulating her within seconds. She kicked her legs helplessly and instinctively pushed herself off the bed, only for Harry to place a hand on her back and roughly push her back onto her belly.
SMACK!
Wednesday moaned as Harry’s palm made contact with her aching bum.
“Hands behind your back,” he growled, using his free hand to squirt lube onto his shaft. He groaned quietly as he began to pump his cock, smearing the lube onto his length.
“Y-yes, s-sir,” Wednesday moaned, her thighs already trembling. The snitch was magically suspended and pressed right against her bundle of nerves. She slowly pulled her arms behind her back and crossed her wrists.
The soft leather of the cuffs caressed her skin as they wrapped around her wrists, trapping her arms in place.
We’re going to have many more children if this is how my husband treats me every night, Wednesday thought as she wiggled her bum again.
SMACK!
“Who’s my good girl?”
“Enid?”
SMACK!
“Hermione?” Wednesday moaned, turning her head to hide her giddy smile in the sheets.
SMACK!
“Fuck!”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“ME!” Wednesday shrieked. Her cheeks were bright pink. A gush of arousal leaked out of her as pain bloomed in her ass, the dull ache transporting her to the familiar happiness of Subspace.
Wednesday groaned as Harry grabbed her cheeks and spread them.
Harry paused and took a minute to admire her tight, puckered hole before slowly pushing his tip into her ass. The lube eased his way inside her but it was a snug fit. Her walls fluttered and clamped down on his thick, veiny shaft, burning and aching as they were stretched to their limits.
Wednesday was panting for breath by the time he was halfway inside her, moaning and babbling incoherently. The combination of him claiming her tight ass and the snitch vibrating against her clit overloaded her senses with the perfect combination of pleasure and pain.
Wednesday Potter was in masochistic heaven.
Harry grabbed her shoulders and pulled her flush against his chest, sheathing himself inside her ass with one firm thrust.
“Harry!” Wednesday moaned, trembling in his arms. The coil of tension in the pit of her belly grew tighter with every passing second. Her hands instinctively strained against the cuffs keeping them in place in a futile attempt to reach between her spread thighs. She wanted, no, needed something to fill her needy pussy.
“Sir, please,” Wednesday begged as Harry began to lazily rock in and out of her aching ass. The deprivation, the denial of stimulation to her core was turning her on even further.
“Your tits have gotten bigger,” Harry murmured as he massaged her heavy breasts with his free hand. He pinched a stiff brown nub between his fingers and tugged on it, drawing a strangled shriek from her lips. Harry was breathing heavily but was in complete control of both their bodies. His body had years of experience even if his mind was fresh and muscle memory took over as he thrust in and out of her.
“L-late bloomer,” Wednesday mumbled, her mind completely focused on the massive shaft plunging deep into her ass every few seconds.
Pleasure. Pain. Pain. Pleasure. She had no idea where one ended and the other started. Her entire body was on fire and her poor nerves were overloaded with sensations.
Harry groaned quietly as her walls massaged his length with every thrust. She was impossibly tight and it was only through sheer willpower that he found the strength to keep going.
He gritted his teeth and sped up, pounding her pert ass. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the dungeon as his balls smacked against her thighs with every thrust. He could feel the pressure in them increase slowly and knew he was fighting a losing battle.
She was close. He could sense it.
His fingers loosened their grip on her waist and moved in between her spread thighs. He grabbed the vibrating snitch and gently pushed it inside her needy core.
“HARRY!” Wednesday screamed, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as an unexpected wave of arousal crashed into her. She came without warning, drenching the snitch and his hand with her juices. Her cum streamed down her thighs, coating her legs and forming a small puddle between her feet.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Harry groaned. Her walls clamped down on his cock as she came. Movement was nearly impossible and Harry shallowly rocked in and out of her, trying to hold on for as long as possible.
He managed a few more strokes before he erupted with a roar, burying his cock deep into her ass as he came. Rope after rope of thick, warm cum coated her stretched, aching walls.
Harry chuckled tiredly at her needy whine when he pulled out of her. He gently dropped the half-conscious girl onto the bed. His twitching cock shot one last rope of cum onto her ass and back.
Harry was too tired to move and so he stayed rooted in place, gazing at the trickle of his seed leaking out of his wife’s gaping ass. It snaked down to her thigh, intermingling with her cum before the mixture made its way down her slender leg.
This was a future worth fighting for, and he wouldn’t let anyone take it away from them.
---
The Leaky Cauldron, Three Days Later:
“Well, I must say this is a pleasant surprise,” Narcissa murmured as she opened the door. She gazed at the two women standing outside her room for a second, almost like she was trying to figure out if they posed a threat to her. “Do come in. It’s rare for me to have visitors other than my sister these days,” she murmured, stepping aside once she was seemingly satisfied Hermione and Wednesday weren’t there to harm her.
Hermione loosened the grip on her wand and pulled her hand out of her pocket as she walked inside the room.
“It’s rather sparse, but I doubt you’d have preferred I entertain you in Malfoy Manor after your past experiences there. In any case, as I’m sure you’re aware, the Manor has been confiscated while my ex-husband awaits trial,” Narcissa murmured, sighing at Hermione’s curt nod. It was more civility than she expected or deserved. “Dark hair in pigtails, silver rings, and a murderous expression. You must be the girl tormenting my son,” she added as she turned to Wednesday.
“Nothing he doesn’t deserve. But I’m glad to see I’ve left an impression,” Wednesday replied without an ounce of remorse as she sat on the only couch in the room. Hermione was next to her, tense and ready to intervene in case she needed to stop a fight.
“You don’t have to worry. I don’t know enough about his mother to dislike her,” Wednesday said without turning. Her dislike of Draco Malfoy was ideological, not personal. She hated bullies, always had.
“Well, that is reassuring. Rumour has it you’ve terrified the entire castle with the exception of a certain young man. I could always sense Mister Potter had a taste for danger. A mundane life was never for him.”
“He has a soft spot for you.”
“That tends to happen when you save someone’s life,” Narcissa replied placidly as she settled into the armchair opposite them. “I presume this isn’t a social visit.”
“It isn’t,” Hermione confirmed, staring dubiously at the teapot Narcissa was using to pour tea into cups for them.
“Relax, Miss Granger. My life is finally my own. I’m free from my husband’s influence and control. I’m getting to work for the first time in my life. Fortesque hired me,” Narcissa revealed as she held out the cup for Hermione. “Why would I ruin it by doing something as monumentally stupid as poisoning you?”
Wednesday shrugged as she picked up her cup from the table. “She has a point. Plus, if we can’t trust her enough to drink her tea how can we trust the information she gives us?”
Hermione reluctantly took the cup from Narcissa’s hand.
“Information? What sort of information would you need that only I can provide?” Narcissa asked, resting her chin on her interlocked fingers.
“Bold of you to presume you’re the only one who can help us,” Hermione muttered as she sipped the perfectly brewed tea.
“No offense Miss Granger, but I’m not a nitwit. If there was anyone else in the world that could help you with whatever it is that you need assistance with, you would not be here.”
“I like her,” Wednesday murmured, glancing at Hermione. “How did someone as smart as you end up with a son like Malfoy?”
“I blame his father.”
“Fair.”
“So, what information do you need from me?”
“You gave all the information you had about Voldemort-” Hermione paused and sighed when Narcissa flinched at the use of the name. She took a deep breath and continued. “The Death Eaters and their Organizational Structure to the Ministry.”
“That was the condition for my release, yes. They’re all either caught or dead as far as I know. A few low-level Snatchers are on the run but it’s only a matter of time before the task force instituted by our new Minister apprehends them.”
“She was too powerful to be a Snatcher,” Hermione muttered under her breath. Commanding an army of Inferi was no easy task.
“She?”
“Someone attacked Harry and me a few days ago,” Wednesday chimed in. Beating around the bush was counterproductive. Besides, the destruction (while blamed on a gas line explosion) was well-documented in the Muggle papers and it was only a matter of time before the Daily Prophet picked it up. “A mysterious woman who seems to have a strong connection to Voldemort. The way she talked about him… it was almost like she loves him.”
“Is my sister back from the dead?” Narcissa asked dryly. “That sounds like her. Pure unadulterated hatred for Potter and the woman he loves and a maniacal obsession with the Dark Lord.”
“She didn’t make Horcruxes, did she?” Wednesday hissed under her breath.
“I don’t think so. I really hope she didn’t,” Hermione muttered.
“Relax,” Narcissa murmured, alarmed at their tense postures. “She isn’t alive. I’d be dead if she was. I’m worse than Potter in her eyes. I betrayed her precious Dark Lord.” She lapsed into silence as she mulled things over. It was in her self-interest and the interest of her son to be as helpful as possible. “Was she successful? In her attack? I’ve seen Potter fight, it’s not easy to defeat him in a duel.”
“Fairly.” Wednesday took a deep breath and tamped down the terror she felt every time she relived the events of that day. “She commanded an army of Inferi with ease. She also knew how to make them resistant to fire-”
“That’s… not possible,” Narcissa murmured, her eyes widening.
“Well, she figured out a way,” Hermione muttered with a scowl. She hated not knowing how something was achieved, especially something as dangerous as creating practically indestructible Inferi. “From the way Wednesday described her, she sounded just as insane as Bellatrix.”
Narcissa lapsed into silence once more. “Bella once told me… no… it can’t be. Surely not. Not even she would…”
“What?!” Hermione exclaimed in an uncharacteristic display of anger.
“This happened back in Draco’s sixth year, right after Voldemort had inducted him as a Death Eater as punishment for Lucius’ failure,'' Narcissa said with a deep breath. She ignored Hermione’s outburst and picked up her cup of tea. “She told me I was a fool to trust Severus. I told her she couldn’t understand my desperation and fear as a mother. She… she got this wild look in her eyes and told me that she knew exactly how I felt. But if she could put the Dark Lord before everything and everyone else, I could and should do the same thing.”
Wednesday and Hermione exchanged glances.
“Bellatrix and Rodolphus had a kid?” Hermione asked, shivering despite the blazing fire.
“That’s the thing. I don’t think it was Rodolphus’ child. When I pressed her on the issue all she’d tell me was that she had given the Dark Lord her very being. That no one could do for him what she had done. I didn’t think much of it at the time. It could have meant a lot of different things. I mean, my sister was so taken in by that monster she carved his mark on her leg with a knife.”
“Are you saying…”
“Yes, Miss Granger. I think my sister had a child with the Dark Lord. Merlin help us all.”
---
Hermione gagged.
“Sorry,” she mumbled as she straightened, her face tinged with green. She leaned back into the couch and spread her legs, allowing Enid to settle on the floor in between them. “I’m still getting used to the thought of Voldemort having a child…”
“You forget I’m the only one here who’s seen him naked,” Harry muttered, groaning quietly as he slumped into the armchair by the fire. The Healers had told him his body would take time to heal from the cursed wounds inflicted by the Inferi and had advised him to take things easy for the next few days. The gashes had closed, leaving raw, red scars in their wake that would slowly fade.
Pain and stiffness had become his constant companions. Warmth helped, but not as much as the salve Wednesday silently picked up from his desk and carried over to him. She perched herself on the arm of the chair and pulled his arm onto her lap.
“Was it more or less horrifying than watching Enid eat chocolate?” she teased as she leaned in to brush her lips against his. She uncapped the jar of salve and began to smear a layer of it on every scar, wincing every time his pain flared in the back of her mind.
“Hey!” Enid looked up from the bar of chocolate she was unwrapping and scowled. “Stop focusing on my eating habits and start thinking about why Voldemort’s daughter hates you.”
“That’s a good point. Because she’s just as old as us, if not older. Which means she was born in the First War, before his fall and subsequent resurrection. But she was never found after his death and Bellatrix’s arrest.”
“Maybe Narcissa is lying and the Malfoys sheltered her. They got off scot-free the first time, there would be no reason anyone would have suspected them of hiding Voldemort’s child.” Harry groaned as he turned slightly to allow Wednesday to pull his other arm into her lap.
“No. She has no reason to lie. Plus, if she was with the Malfoys, why did you never see her when you entered Voldemort’s mind? When he attacked Hogwarts he thought final victory was within his grasp. If, as Bellatrix claimed, she was to be his legacy, why not reveal his heir at the moment of his ultimate triumph?” Hermione mused, deep in thought. “No. I think after he fell and Bellatrix lost what little sanity she had left, Voldemort's true followers shipped her off to America as a backup plan. Maybe they planned to raise her to take up her father’s mantle, not knowing he wasn’t dead.”
“Do you think that’s likely? After his resurrection, Voldemort was stripped of all human emotion and I doubt he had fatherly instincts to begin with but why didn’t Bellatrix seek her out? She was proof of her ultimate service to her master, something no one else could give him,” Harry pointed out, repeating what Narcissa had said. “You’d think she’d want to flaunt her around.”
“I don’t have all the answers, Harry. Neither did Narcissa. But it is the most likely explanation. It would also explain why she hates Wednesday. Maybe your paths crossed? Maybe she attended Nevermore?”
“Well, we did piss off a lot of people,” Enid mumbled through a mouthful of chocolate. “Mostly monsters.”
“The occasional witch or magic-hating murderous psychopath,” Wednesday chimed in. “We once ran into a budding sorceress while exploring the forest behind Nevermore. She threatened to hex me if I didn’t give her my cursed knife.”
“What’d you do?” Harry asked, trying to hide a smile as he watched her kneel in front of him and begin working on the wounds on his legs. In moments like this, with her brow adorably furrowed as she fussed over him, he almost forgot how dangerous his hellcat could be.
Her answer brought him back to reality.
“She wanted my knife. So I gave it to her in the hand she had extended.”
“You stabbed her, didn’t you?”
“She did,” Enid chimed in. “Then she threatened to set fire to her cottage with hellfire.”
Harry grinned and gently tugged Wednesday’s pigtails. Hermione and Enid groaned in disgust at Wednesday’s quiet purr.
“I liked you two better when you were pretending you didn’t love each other. This is nauseating,” Hermione teased with a small smile. “Just remember, we share this common room which means I don’t want to see bits and bobs I’m not meant to see and you will not install a spanking horse in here.”
Harry and Wednesday exchanged glances and hid identical grins behind their hands. They had decided not to tell either of their best friends about the future they had explored, realizing it was better to let things develop naturally.
“What are we going to do about this woman? Even if she is truly Voldemort’s daughter, does that really change anything?” Harry asked.
“We have to tell Kingsley, Harry. Every time Voldemort rose to power it was because the Ministry did not take him seriously until it was too late,” Hermione murmured. She bent and rested her hands on Enid’s shoulders and began to massage them gently.
“We tell only Kingsley and former members of the resistance. Mr. Weasley, Tonks, and others we know we can trust,” Harry said firmly. “We also need to make sure to tell them to keep things under wraps for now.”
“Why?” Enid asked.
Harry grunted as Wednesday stood and curled up in his lap. She hadn’t taken an active interest in their discussion but he hadn’t expected her to.
She had made it clear to all of them that her priority was keeping Harry safe and helping him recover.
Vengeance, she decided, could wait.
“During the last war, Voldemort infiltrated and took over the entire Ministry of Magic. He did it mostly through coercion and a liberal use of the Imperius but questioning what will for all intents and purposes be the entire Ministry under Veritaserum is not practical at this stage. Which means we have no way of knowing how many people will flock to her banner if the news that Voldemort has an heir leaks.”
“Oh.”
“That’s enough talk for tonight,” Wednesday declared. She hopped off his lap again and grabbed his wrist, using the entire weight of her tiny body to tug on it until he laughed and stood.
“Yes, mother,” he teased with a fond roll of his eyes.
“Wednesday?” Harry whispered as she led him up the stairs to the dormitory they now shared. “I love you.”
Wednesday blushed, suddenly glad that she was in front and that he couldn’t see the smile on her face. She cleared her throat, trying to calm her racing heart before she spoke. “I love you too.”
Notes:
My fam has left, things are slowly going back to normal and I'm not worried anymore. All of which means my creative spark is returning and that in turn means more stories for you! We start things off with a couple of cute and steamy chapters. I wanted to give time to Harry and Wednesday discussing their feelings instead of having them just suddenly be in love. I also wanted Harry to see what he's fighting for, to give meaning to the whole 'power of love'. Enid and Hermione are fun to write too!
Comments
Nova Sana
The dialog between Wednesday and Enid was very well done. You captured their voices so well.
