Grand Staircase-
Harry and Hermione were on their way back to the common room. They both had just exited the infirmary after visiting Katie, who was now under the care of Madam Pomfrey. According to the strict matron, Katie would be making a full recovery in a few days. Apparently, his immediate actions regarding Katie's pressing circumstance apparently had a huge effect on Katie's overall period of physical recovery. He had taken care of the curse's residual magic in her system and made sure that it didn't spread further into her body, which would have compromised her organs and eventually steered her into a comatose state, which would have taken a long while to cure.
Just as soon as Dumbledore and Snape entered the infirmary, McGonagall had ushered him, Hermione and Leanne, out of the room and then she had swiftly closed the door behind them.
He was broken out of his musing when he heard Hermione's question, "Why would anyone want to curse Katie? And why use a bewitched necklace, of all things?"
"The necklace wasn't meant for Katie. She was just a mule, of sorts."
"You mean someone was targeting someone else?" Hermione asked him curiously.
"Think back to what Leanne said to McGonagall."
At the time, she was inquiring to Madam Pomfrey about the effects of the curse, hence she wasn't paying attention to the other girl, so she only passively heard what Leanne said, "Leanne said that Katie got the necklace from Three Broomsticks and that she had it in her possession after she came back from the loo…and that….she was supposed to deliver it to someone."
"Precisely…, whoever the recipient of the necklace was, that person was the intended target. Katie may have just accidentally touched the necklace and fell victim to the curse." He informed her.
"So someone was trying to curse someone else? Why…? Whoever this person was, he/she could have simply cursed the target and then erased the target's mind, if anonymity was really their goal. It's a much better option, isn't it? Why go all the trouble of finding a necklace and then enchanting it with a harmful curse and then have it delivered by someone else? The risk of their plan going wrong is too high, isn't it?" Hermione queried logically.
He stared at her seriously and he answered back, "Firstly, the person behind this wasn't just trying to curse the recipient, no, the person was trying to assassinate the target. I analysed the necklace a little before I handed it over to McGonagall. The spells I found on the necklace were lethal, and I do mean lethal. Secondly, the intended target of the necklace was most likely a more powerful witch or wizard, most likely stronger than the assassin, so to speak. Because, if they weren't, the assassin would have likely done what you just said, ambush, kill and disappear without a trace."
Hermione was carefully gauging his expressions and so she asked, "You know who the assassin is, don't you?"
"I have an idea of who the recipient is, and so I have a mild suspicion of who the assassin could be..." He replied cautiously.
"Who…?"
"With the political climate being what it is now, who is the one person who's trying to keep the balance between the Death Eaters and Ministry?" He asked a logical question instead of giving an answer.
Hermione replied in an obvious tone, "Dumbledore…" Hermione's eyes widened in shock, it became clear to her that the cursed necklace was supposed to reach the Headmaster's hand.
"And who do you think the assassin could be?" Hermione asked curiously as if she was probing him.
He leaned closer towards her and he whispered in her ear, "Most likely one of the Death Eaters' children."
"No…, Harry, if you're suggesting that Malfoy is trying to kill the Headmaster, then you're mad. I know you hate that ferret and so do I, but him, an aspiring murderer?" She voiced her suspicion about his suggestion.
"Hermione, it's just a hunch on my part. That ferret's activities are suspicious. I've been keeping track of him for a while now, every night, just after dinner, before the curfew begins, Malfoy usually walks up to the seventh-floor corridor, through the Hall of Hexes and then he simply disappears there."
"The Room of Requirement…" Hermione concluded logically and he nodded positively.
But she wasn't finished and so she asked, "How exactly are you keeping track of Malfoy?"
"The Marauder's Map, of course…" He replied in an obvious tenor, while simply choosing not to mention Pansy or the elves.
"Harry, just because…" Hermione never finished, she was interrupted by him.
"I'm not saying that the blonde ferret is indeed the assassin. What I'm saying is that it can possibly be him, and you can't deny that."
She nodded her head and replied, "Agreed…"
With that, they entered the common room and proceeded up the dormitory's stairs to get changed, because they had prefect rounds after dinner.
Prefect Rounds-
He and Hermione were checking the fifth-floor corridor. He had something to show to Hermione and so he instructed all of a sudden, "Turn right…"
"What?" She asked confusedly.
"Follow me…" He didn't bother elaborating.
They navigated through the corridors and finally reached a passage with no portraits on either side of the walls. Harry stopped in the middle of the passage, facing an empty wall; he swiftly drew his wand and gave a long wave, parallel to the wall's surface. The bricks in the wall instantly disappeared, revealing a tall doorway with no door.
"Get in, quickly." He ushered hurriedly, but she refused.
"Harry, we're on prefect duty." She was appalled by his attempt at skiving off.
He dug into his robes and took the Marauder's Map and he showed it to her as he replied trying to reassure her, "We can keep an eye on everyone."
She sighed and walked in through the doorway and he walked in behind her and closed the secret doorway. He then gave another wave and all the candles lit up instantly, lighting the room brightly.
"What is this place? Why are we here, Harry?" She asked in quick successions and in response, he pointed her towards the walls covered with charts and boards and the long table before the wall, a table filled with various silver instruments and cauldrons with shimmering flame beneath them.
He watched her as her eyes took in everything she saw, eyes filled with wonder just like she used to be at the beginning of Hogwarts. He walked away towards the long table and he spoke evenly, "This is where I do my research. I promised you that I'll explain about the Lycanthropy's cure that I'm currently working on. I would love your help."
"Run me through everything, leave nothing out." She simply stated confidently.
"I started by researching on the Wolfsbane Potion. Wolfsbane was an attempt at curing lycanthropy but it didn't quite reach Damocles's goal when he created it. Just like us, Damocles hoped to cure the condition in its entirety. In turn, the potion gave the disease afflicted victims' full control over their mind during the full moon night. I read extensively on Damocles's texts on lycanthropy, the man has researched on it for the most part of his life, in fact, he's still trying. His research texts and papers that he published were gold." He paused for a moment, so to find the right words to continue.
Hermione, being the most curious witch that she was and that too in an exuberant state, she spoke hurriedly, "Carry on…"
"I interpreted the text in terms of muggle biology, rather than runic scripts, because frankly, biology gives me a better sense of understanding than runes does. As such, I came to the natural conclusion that lycanthropy is like any other disease; it affects the victims on a cellular level. And like any other diseases, a cure must be delivered to take effect on such a scale or else it won't work. Now, first of all, we have to design a potion that will cure and then the delivery to the cells itself is a huge problem, how are we supposed to deliver a 'potion' containing the cure to a cellular stage? And above that, there are several different types of cells in the human body and each one of them requires different delivery methods. There is no way to incorporate such complex variables into a single potion or a series of potions or even a magical ritual for Merlin's sake. So, in my search to go around these problems, I came to the conclusion that if we find a way to deliver the cure to the victim's bone marrow, then we may have a chance to cure this person. Bone marrow gives rise to new cells and if we infect it with the cure, the new cells that are being created will have the inborn ability to resist the lycanthropy disease and the cured cells will spread around the body and eventually the person's body will cure oneself."
Hermione gave him a curious look and she said, "I sense there is a problem because what you're suggesting is a very complex procedure that may even take us years to merely administer it, and that is if we create a potion that could cure."
"And that's the problem. By some rough calculations on my part, I think it will take us around forty years to achieve this."
She grinned at him and asked, "Long time… So are we going to begin the long journey now?" She didn't care how long the journey itself may take; she only considered the knowledge that was awaiting her.
"Not exactly… Hermione, even if the goal at the end of the tunnel is great, forty years is a long time, and I mean a really long time. And that got me thinking about a new approach, once again. A few weeks ago, I silently watched as you and Ron were arguing over something inane. It was like watching an explosion happen from afar, and it gave me an idea. Say we're trying to defuse a bomb so to keep it from exploding, there are two ways to go about it, one, we go after the bomb itself, try and defuse it as its clocking down to zero, and two, we go after the trigger. In either case, if we succeed, the explosion is prevented. In all of these scenarios, we're trying to defuse the bomb as it is, so this time, what if we go after the trigger instead. As I started researching again on the 'trigger perspective', I came across a five-century-old ancient tome on ambient magic." He once again paused to catch his breath.
And then he continued, "In that tome, I read that magic exists in nature and that we're merely borrowing that magic as we're born and so one day we'll have to pay that debt back to nature and that is why immortality is against the laws of nature. In that book, there was a chapter about magic being present in the sunlight and so I assumed that it must be in the moonlight too since moonlight is nothing but a reflection of the sun's rays bouncing off the moon. It made sense because sunlight like water is a very important factor for all life on earth including the magical population."
He paused and asked her, "Werewolf transformation happens on…?"
She replied immediately in an 'obviously' tone, "On full moon night."
"Precisely…, I would bet that the magic present in the moonlight is what triggers the transformation in a lycanthropy victim. So if we create a potion that will give the lycanthropy afflicted victims the resistivity to the magic present in the moonlight, we'll essentially be cutting the disease at its throat. The trigger is secured and the explosion is prevented."
"Harry, that's brilliant." She complimented him being genuinely surprised and happy that her best friend was using his brain for something other than Quidditch.
"Will you give me access to all the research you've done so far and also to the books that you referred to and especially that five-century-old tome that you mentioned about?" She asked him hopefully.
He didn't reply and instead, he gently led her to a door on the right. He opened the door and showed her the long room with rows and rows of bookshelves that reached up to the ceiling, bookshelves with hundreds and hundreds of books. Hermione looked as if Christmas had come early.
"You can use the books in here to catch up. This is my personal collection that I started during the summer. I've ordered several other books, which will arrive soon. In this collection, there are magical books; along with books on cellular biology and immunology that I bought in London after sneaking out of the castle. In fact, I even illegally auctioned a few tomes with Forbidden rituals in it, so to include it in my collection. This is potentially perfect for enhancing your knowledge and to catch up on the subject matter." He said to her proudly.
She was still frozen in shock and surprise. Being Harry's friend for a long time, she was okay with him bending a few rules if it benefited her in the form of precious books. She turned towards him and jumped as she hugged him as tightly as possible and then she separated and said, "This is brilliant."
"So, are you on-board?" He asked already knowing the answer.
"Yee…" She grinned and then she literally raced into his personal library without answering him.
"Was that a 'yes'?" He asked loudly yet confusedly as she raced into the library.
"I'll take that as a 'yes'." He mumbled to himself, as he scrunched his face realising a little worriedly that he had unleashed the inner-girl hidden inside Hermione.
Lookout Tower-
Harry was walking up the lookout tower searching for his best friend. Hermione had raced out of the Gryffindor's celebration party due to the Quidditch teams' first spectacular victory. She had run out after Ron began snogging Lavender in front of everyone, gathering applause in an attempt at making Hermione jealous.
Ron had been the star of the match; he had literally saved every goal leaving Ginny, Dean and Katie as relaxed as they could be, which had an effect on the rest of the team members. Ginny and Katie had scored goal after goal, mounting up quite some points. In the end, even when Cormac had lost the snitch, they had won due to the massive difference in points. All of his and Katie's hard work in coaching the team into coordinated efficiency had paid off, except for Cormac who was still an arrogant git with no immediate change in attitude.
Cormac had gone in search of Hermione, after having seen her run out of the common room so that he can lend the distressed girl a shoulder to cry on, hoping that it would benefit him. But what the arrogant fool didn't know was that Hermione had changed her regular hiding spot from the Clocktower to the Lookout tower to particularly avoid McLaggen's interference.
The only good thing about the night was that he managed to slip the reverse engineered potion into Ron's Butterbeer cup and the redhead had gulped down the whole cup in one fell swoop. Since he had the potion already prepped and keyed to Lavender, the only thing he did was slip it into Ron's cup. He had keyed the potion to Lavender because he surmised that Ron will forever be faithful to the girl from now on and as such Ron's plan to use Lavender for gaining experience in sex was foiled forever.
He chose to key the potion to Lavender because for one, if things went wrong, it would be easy to point fingers in the future especially if the two had a relationship history. Two, just like Hermione, Lavender too was mismatched for Ron. Having the knowledge about mind magic from Voldemort and decades' worth of experience regarding Legilimency embedded in his mind, he was a good judge of character. He surmised that in the long term, she would only make Ron miserable than happy, sooner or later she would grow tired of Ron and Ron himself would suffer under Lavender's passive aggressive domineering personality. Putting that out of his mind, he had left the victory party in search of Hermione.
He swiftly walked up the stairs of the Lookout Tower, only to see the bushy-haired girl standing under the moonlight while gazing onto the 'Suspension Bridge'. She was holding on to her sides, trying to warm herself due to the cold breeze. He shook his head sideways in amusement and he took off his custom-made signature blazer jacket that he usually wore when not in his school robes and then he walked towards her as he draped it over her shoulders.
Hermione, who was staring off into space, hadn't noticed him approaching her and so she shuddered involuntarily as he draped over his warm blazer. However, she almost instantly recognised his unique scent in the jacket, an ability that she had acquired due to the Polyjuice mishap in their second-year and so she quickly relaxed into the warmth of his jacket.
She was leaning on the sidebar of the tower and watching the suspension bridge that led to the entrance of the Training Ground entrance. He stood a few feet behind her and he spoke, "Hermione, you know that there is no point in crying. It won't solve any of your problems."
"I'm not crying, Harry." She replied evenly and he took a few steps to confirm and when he realised that he may have misjudged the situation, he stood beside her while leaning on the sides of the tower.
She slowly pulled his jacket closer and he asked teasingly in order to cheer her up, "Then, what are you standing here for, Miss Granger?"
"Thinking…" She replied bluntly yet seriously and he understood that his attempt at distracting her or consoling her was failing.
"Hermione, you know Ron, he's…he's an idiot. He'll understand soon enough that his attempt at spiting you is pointless."
She stared at him for a brief moment and then she replied, "I know Ron, but I can tell you that he's clearly not an idiot."
He chuckled at her, "What makes you say that?"
"Have you heard of the book called, 'Twelve Fail-Safe Ways to Charm Witches'?" She asked him directly without trying to spin anything.
His smile disappeared instantly, he was stunned, he himself was thinking of revealing that to Hermione if all else had failed. It was his contingency card because it was the one thing Ron had put his effort into, to hide. He hadn't expected her to find out about it on her own, in the least. Hermione, on the other hand, was watching him closely; she understood that he knew of the book by gauging his reaction.
"From your reaction, I take it that you know. Ron's been manipulating me, Harry."
"Manipulate is a harsh word…, it's one way of putting his approach regarding you." He countered since he wanted to seem like he was being supportive of Ron. She smiled back at his nobility, she surmised that he was Ron's true friend; little did she know how askew her understanding really was.
She then countered bluntly, "It's the crude way of putting his approach regarding me, Harry, and you know it. What happened in the common room just minutes ago was confirmation that he's following the instructions from the book…, chapter six to be precise. He's essentially trying to trick me, to convince me that I may have feelings for him."
And there was a long pause between them. "When did you find out?" He asked dropping his fake modesty, as he was sure now that she had read the whole book.
She paused for a brief moment before she began as if she was gauging his question, "A few days after classes began I started noticing things, things that I wouldn't have seen if I hadn't been upset with you about your stints this summer. I saw glimpses of the book that Ron always hid under his robes when we were around. I wanted to know what he was hiding in that book that we ought to know. I stole the book from Ron's locker and read it during one of your Quidditch practise sessions. I had access to the locker room since you didn't mind me coming inside. After I finished reading, I realised that he wasn't hiding it from us, just from me."
Harry sighed at the revelation, it may have seemed like an irritated sigh but it was nonetheless a sigh of relief rather than of frustration. He was genuinely surprised because he couldn't fathom Ron's boundless ability at self-sabotage. In any case, his work was done, Hermione had found out about Ron's manipulation and she would never again consider a relationship. The only thing left to do was to feign and act for the sake of appearance, which wasn't going to be much of a problem, "I'm sorry…"
She paused for another brief moment as she viewed his carefully and then she continued, "I'm not sad, Harry, I'm disappointed. I'm disappointed that Ron would do such a thing to ensure that I would fall in love with him. I'm disappointed that Ron didn't even think of voicing about his feelings to me, face to face. I'm disappointed that Ron would choose to manipulate me and take my choices away so that 'he' can get what he wants, without caring for what I would want or what I think. I'm disappointed that 'you' knew about this and yet you chose not to tell me."
"I wanted to, but I couldn't." He tried to give excuses.
"Why not…?"
"I didn't want to hurt you." He snapped at her.
"Did you stop to think that maybe it would have been kinder if you had told me this earlier rather than later when my relationship with Ronald had progressed somewhere further, to a point from which there is no return?" She asked logically.
"I didn't think that far ahead."
"Why didn't you…? Since school began, I know you've been thinking afar, for the sake of our future, and that is a fact, so why didn't think like that for this…?"
"I didn't think that far ahead because I strongly believed that you both would have naturally reached a mid-point realising that you two are incompatible in every way." He sternly gave her his frank opinion.
She strangely didn't have a reply, she just gaped at him in surprise and so he continued irately, "I didn't tell you because I didn't have the guts to approach you with this. How was I supposed to start that conversation, Hermione? How would it have made me seem…? A friend who wrecks the relationship between his other two friends? You would have hated me for bringing you this news, Ron would have hated me for interfering with his plans. I thought it would be easier if you two had come to this conclusion on your own. I just didn't want to interfere."
She slowly turned to look back at the suspension bridge and he too followed her sight and began gazing towards it. She didn't reply back, simply kept the silence. She knew that blaming Harry wasn't fair; he had only helped her when she was in trouble and comforted her when she needed a shoulder to cry on, even now, him being here was another one of his attempts at comforting her. However, she wasn't going to make it easy for him either.
Meanwhile, Harry understood that she didn't want to talk anymore, so he obliged to her mood and kept quiet. Soon enough he also understood that his bollocks were freezing due to the cold November breeze along with the rest of his body and so he asked, "Do you want to go back?"
And subsequently, there was a blunt, "No…"
He mentally cursed his luck, 'Damn…'
But he decided to persevere through it for the sake of comforting his best friend. She scooted closer and hugged his right arm, warming him a little. He did his best to ignore the cold and took comfort from the fact that his friendship with Hermione remained unchanged, even if her relationship with Ron was damaged beyond the point of repair.
Dungeons (Headboy's and Headgirl's Quarters)-
Three boys were walking up the stairs of Headgirl's bedroom in the connective quarters of the Headboy and Headgirl, which Malfoy was currently using for comfort. They were walking up the stairs from the common dining hall that connected the Headboy's and Headgirl's quarters.
Rosier, Crabbe and Goyle were late, they all had an early meal after lunch but long before dinner. The three boys were well rested and they hoping for some action. All three walked into the Headgirl's comfortable bedroom, and they saw an arousing sight. Four boys were enjoying themselves with one Sally Smith. Sally had invited all seven of them to the Headgirl's room, and since it was a free Saturday evening; none were opposed to it in the least.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah…" Sally was giving out muffled moans through the cocks that were being alternatively plunged into her throat.
The infamous womaniser of the castle, Blaise Zabini and the Malfoy family heir, Draco Malfoy were sitting straight on the bed, opposing each other with both their legs crossed between each other's legs. Their cocks were at full mast and Sally was sitting sandwiched between them as she was facing towards Zabini. Zabini thrust into Sally's pussy while Malfoy was plunging into her arsehole, both were thrusting up her holes in perfect rhythm, meanwhile, Sally was bouncing on their cocks in pure bliss.
Sally wasn't just bouncing on their cocks; she was also using her hands to clutch on the cocks of Adams and Flint while she was alternately sucking on their cocks. She was making sure that both of them were well lubricated for the upcoming rounds. Furthermore, her nipples were clamped by two painful metal pins, while her tits itself were tied up with ropes. As usual, she had a dog collar on her neck with a long chain attached to it, which lied unattended.
The three newcomers quickly stripped down to nothing but their Slytherin outer robes. All the boys in the room were wearing their green with black Slytherin coats; Sally was the only one who was completely nude.
Rosier walked to the desk by the bed and he opened the drawer and he pulled out a long wooden cane with a metal head on the top. He then walked to the side of the bed where Sally's bouncing clamped tits were accessible, and he whipped his cane right on the metal pin pinned on her right nipple. Sally reflexively arched her head to the back in a mixture of pain and pleasure, her neck craning back to make visible her veins as she groaned loudly, "AHHH…"
Adams and Flint were annoyed by the sudden loss of action, they both pried off Sally's grip on the base of their cocks. Adams bunched a fistful of Sally's hair in his hand and he pulled her head back towards them as she kept bouncing on Zabini's and Malfoy's cocks. Just as Adams pulled her head forward, Flint raised his right hand and he slapped hard on Sally's face asking angrily, "Who said, you could stop sucking cunt?"
"I'm sorry, sir." She begged him, fear etched in her tone but her eyes full of unhidden lust and yearning for punishment.
Zabini and Malfoy sped up underneath her and Sally moaned involuntarily, "Ooohhh…!"
Adams used the opportunity and he grabbed the base of his shaft and he began slapping his wet dick on her face, Flint followed the example and he too joined slapping his wet cock on Sally's face. Then they both simultaneously tried plunging their cocks into her mouth, only managing to get their tips in. At that moment, Rosier whipped the cane on Sally's left nipple clamp; Sally tried to throw her head back and moan again, "Mhmmm…" But Flint's grip didn't allow her as he tightly held on to her head and began pounding his cock into her throat as Adams pulled out of her mouth and began wanking slowly.
Sally couldn't hold it anymore, just as she started writhing between Zabini's and Malfoy's grasps. She began cumming violently which pushed both Zabini and Malfoy over the edge as they timed it right as Zabini spanked her left butt-cheek and Malfoy spanked her right butt-cheek. Zabini ordered, "Scream, bitch…" And they both simultaneously thrusted up for full penetration and cummed into her holes with rough grunts, while Sally forcefully pulled her mouth off of Flint's cock and wailed out loud in pain and pleasure, "OHHH…"
Sally slumped limply on the bed as both the boys pulled out of her entirely, her holes slowly closed as white cum kept flowing out of her holes. She was in a daze. Malfoy and Zabini stood up on the bed and got down to get some rest before the next round. Adams immediately caught hold of the chain on Sally's dog collar and he pulled her limp body up. Adams preferred the tighter hole as he sat on the bed and pulled Sally onto him as he positioned his cock on her arsehole, while Flint took Sally's exposed pussy that Zabini had occupied till now and he arched himself on top of her and placed his cock on the entrance of her dripping wet pussy. Both of Sally's tired holes were leaking cum, but neither of them minded in the least as they simply plunged into her again and started pounding mercilessly.
Meanwhile, Rosier quickly went to Sally's mouth and he slapped his cocks on her face. "Fuck meee…, more, more, more, more…" Through Sally's screams, Rosier roughly slapped his hand on her face, which left a red palm print on her left cheek and then he spat into her mouth as she opened compliantly. She swallowed without question and then he ordered, "You should be thanking us for taking pity and fucking you, whore."
"Thank you, sir, thank you, thank you…" Sally started thanking them as she was being ruthlessly ploughed into her holes by the two boys. Suddenly, her moans became muffled mewling as Rosier tightly held on both the sides of her head and began brutally throat fucking her, "Mhmm, mmm, mmm, mmm…"
Zabini and Malfoy sat on the sofa by the side of the room. Goyle took the neglected cane that Rosier had dropped on the floor and he began whipping it on the soles of Sally's feet. Sally shivered in between the three boys every time Goyle lashed the cane on her feet.
All the boys were taking turns gang fucking the poor girl, but she wasn't enduring it for anything. Two days back, she had successfully placed the coin on Draco's wand during a regular nightly blowjob and the Galleon had disappeared just as Harry had promised. Harry had then asked her to get all of them in one place, and that's what she did, she got them all in one place.
Malfoy, who was getting a breather on the sofa, felt a heavy tug on the back of his mind, his eyelids grew heavy and he unconsciously snuggled into the sofa's cushion. Malfoy's inhibitions had lowered due to the content satisfaction of the sex, added together with physical tiredness and arousing the sight of the whore he had just rewarded now getting fucked by his friends. Malfoy didn't even feel the magic flowing into his body via his wand that was on the nightstand by the bed and he didn't even realise that he was being possessed by one, Harry Potter.
Suddenly Malfoy sat up on the sofa, his pupils dilated, it wasn't Draco in command, it was Harry, and he was now in control of Malfoy's body. He turned his head right to see a naked Blaise Zabini contently watching Sally getting gangbanged by Adams, Flint and Rosier.
The possessed Malfoy heir subtly Accio-ed his wand, he pointed the tip of his wand towards a distracted Zabini while hiding the wand under his arm and he non-verbally 'stunned' Zabini. The boys who were busy fucking Sally, Goyle whipping Sally and Crabbe wanking off, they didn't even notice Zabini getting 'stunned' into unconsciousness by the possessed youth.
The 'Stunning spell' had the effect of spreading all over the body and since all four of them were connected, all it took was one powerful spell and they were all out cold. At the moment his spell connected, Sally along with Rosier who was deeply throat-fucking her, Adams who was buttfucking her and Flint who was pussy fucking her, all three fell on the bed unconscious. The spell had spread through them all and it effectively knocked them out in an instant.
They didn't even feel the sudden shock that completely knocked them out cold. Adams fell back on the bed with his cock still buried in Sally's arsehole, Sally fell on her back on top of Adams' chest and Flint fell on top of Sally with his cock still inside Sally's wet pussy. Rosier fell backwards off the bed and on the floor. Goyle and Crabbe tried to go for their wands but they were no match for Harry's reaction speed, both the idiots quickly fell on the ground unconscious like a puppet with its strings cut.
The possessed-Malfoy stood up and he walked around the room, once again stunning others to make sure that they didn't wake up soon. Once he was sure, suddenly Malfoy's body went limp and he too fell to the floor, unconscious due to the strain caused by the 'possession'. Almost a minute after Malfoy collapsed on the floor; there was a popping noise and Winky 'apparated' into the room with Harry.
"You're welcome, Winky." He thanked the elf and the happy elf just disappeared with a nod.
The first thing he did was that he individually took his time to probe each of their minds and when he had a good grasp of every chronological event, he erased everyone's memories about Sally, all the seventeen months' worth of memories, even something that remotely mentioned her name.
He had to agree that Rosier's plan was brilliant. Rosier had hooked an inexperienced virgin girl like Sally on rough sex and gangbangs, and he had made her believe that sex was supposed to be like that. It made perfect sense why Sally enjoyed being under them. At first, Rosier had purposefully made her life difficult in the Slytherin house, due to obvious prejudice. But when Rosier had matured sexually, he saw how he could take advantage of the girl and he took steps to make Sally his slave. He made her life extra difficult and then he had offered her a way out of it, in return for sexual favours. Whenever she didn't cooperate with him, Rosier requested all prejudiced ones in the house to make her miserable, so to force her into being obedient to his commands. Eventually, she stopped worrying and started being submissive to him and Adams. Over time, Rosier and Adams slowly brought in the others for sex, one by one and she was ordered to care for their every command as well.
And with that, Rosier stopped requesting others for mistreating her. Since Sally had been completely obedient for the last sixteen months, no one in Slytherin even remembered Rosier's original request anymore, and as such everyone treated her neutrally. However, Sally didn't know that, she still believed that her services were what made her social life easier in Slytherin, so she stayed a compliant sex slave.
So with him erasing all the memories about Sally from their minds, her life was clear. No one in Slytherin would harass her anymore, and she wouldn't have to sexually service these pureblood bastards ever again. All he had to do was take care of Snape, and thankfully for him, Snape only ever touched Sally when he had kept her as a pet in his office. He would soon enact his plan and take care of Snape, but until then Sally only had to stay out of the dungeon bat's attention. Fortunately, in the minds of purebloods, Sally was a very useful Slytherin mudblood who had no interest in defence against dark arts, so even if she skived off every day, she would still pass Snape's class with top marks just for the sake of her usefulness to his godson.
"Zaróno andrikí ilikía…" He muttered and he raised his wand up as he placed the 'shrivelling spell' on Malfoy's manhood. He then did it with every boy in the room, the spell was simple, it would shrivel any man's manhood and it would make them infertile, above that, they would lose any interest in sex.
The spell was an ancient Greek spell modifier, simply meaning shrivel the manhood; this was something Tom Riddle had once used on a pompous muggle-studies Professor a long time ago, he just found a similar use for it now. It seemed like the perfect revenge, all seven boys would be sexually inactive from now on and no amount of potions or 'reversal spells' would revitalise the manhood after the month passes away. He got the idea from Rosier's memories because the potion he had made Sally drink when he raped her for the very first time, it was a forbidden potion that would make a woman infertile and there was no way to reverse that, so he thought of a similar way to justice.
He carefully waved his wand and he woke Sally up. Her eyes fluttered open and she wasn't surprised to feel the two warm members still inside her. But her eyes landed on Harry who was staring at her and she blushed, she felt the one collapsed on top of her being levitated above and dropped to the ground. She slowly pushed off the dick buried in her arse and she stood up with a wince being a little sore from all the fucking. Suddenly the members of all her tormentors' seemed small and she didn't mean limp, just too small.
Sally took a pillow and covered her nakedness from him. She then heard him say, "You did well."
"Thank you, Harry."
He waved his wand in her direction and suddenly she felt clean as if she had just showered. He walked to her, he slowly pushed away the pillow that she was holding and he slowly reached for the nipple clamps pinned on her nipples, she flinched just as soon as his fingers touched the clamps, but he was gentle as he grabbed her tits and softly removed the clamps from her sensitive but erect nipples. With that, he walked around her and he took the dog collar off of her and he undid the knot of the ropes on the back of her neck and he banished all the ropes that were tied around her tits. Suddenly, Sally felt all the pain leaving her body and she looked down and found herself fully clothed in her Slytherin robes. She loved Harry's gentleness, while she was perfectly trained to be a sex slave by her Slytherin housemates, but she too held feelings that she desperately craved for.
"Winky, Dobby…" He called and two house elves appeared beside her.
"Winky, Dobby, could you two get these bloody idiots clothed and off to their dorm rooms? And clean this place while you're at it? Leave no evidence, make sure that you're not seen by anyone and they shouldn't wake up until tomorrow morning, and make sure that they don't remember anything or that nobody disturbs them and double check, if necessary."
"Yes, Master Potter." Both the elves chorused and disappeared in a pop along with all the Slytherin fools.
"What should I do, Harry?" Sally asked curiously.
He reached into his robes and he handed her a small wooden ring, "That's a charmed ring, wear it at all times, it will only be visible to your eyes and it will protect your thoughts from skilled Legilimens like Snape. And for purposes' sake, skip Snape's classes whenever Malfoy decides to skip the day, not every time, but sometimes. If you're not there when Malfoy is missing from all classes, it'll give him the idea that you're still servicing his godson, which should be enough for him to not grow suspicious of you and it will make sure that you get good grades in DADA."
"Okay, Harry…" She agreed after a moment of thought as it made perfect sense.
Just as he was about to summon Missy to get him back to his private room, he heard Sally ask him a nervous question, "When can I contact you, Harry?"
"If you need something, come and meet me in private. You can go now, you're free. You don't have to worry about anyone ever again; you're free to do as you wish."
"Thank you, Harry…" He heard her thanking him as she approached him and hugged him deeply. Missy appeared just as Sally gave him a kiss on his cheek, he gave her a nod of acknowledgement in return, and the elf promptly took him away with a pop.
Sally picked her wand and walked out of the room, into the common dining hall and from there she exited the quarters, skipping back to her own dorm room very happily. For the first time in a year, she was fully at peace, she actually had hope.