Inheriting a Draconian Mantle – Book 2
By Stargatesg1fan1
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the recognized characters or universes within. If I did…I would have ended the Inheritance Cycle with Arya and Eragon in love and entangled in a heated, naked, and sweaty mess in their bed. Harry Potter would have been smarter and taken every opportunity he had to make love to the gorgeous Miss Granger and when they were old enough he would have made her the next Mrs. Potter.
Females Bonded by Harry Potter So Far (In Books One and Two):
Nymphadora 'Nym' Tonks is played by Sarah Chalke
Hermione Granger is played by Emma Watson
Susan Bones is played by Karen Gillian
Cho Chang is played by Katie Leung
Ginny Weasley is played by Julie McNiven
September 1st Kings Cross Station…
Harry sat down in a compartment and waited for his friends to arrive. The mage was early. Hermione and Nym had insisted on traveling with their families for the traditional sendoff even if their boyfriend could have simply teleported them to the station. The quiet of the train gave the Potter male time to reflect upon his interesting summer. One particular evening stood out in Harry's mind.
It was the day before Harry's birthday when an interesting visitor showed up in his bedroom. Saphira and her Rider sensed the moment the house elf popped into existence in his bedroom at Number 4. Saphira had quite a bit of room to maneuver in the substantially expanded room. The dragon brought one clawed foreleg down upon the elf, knocking it to the floor and pinning it between her talons. The elf was so petrified in fear he didn't think to pop away. Harry reached out with his magic and held the elf in place using the skill of remote teleportation. The wizard could also prevent others from teleporting using his power.
"Dobby be knowing Harry Potter is a great wizard but not that he is great enough to stop an elf from popping," the elf declared, not fully perceiving the fact that Saphira was on top of him but knowing he was pinned by something dangerous through instinct alone.
"Why are you here?" Harry demanded.
"Dobby is unsure how to say this…it is very difficult," the house elf began.
"I know you are probably restrained by the enchantment enslaving your kind. Just tell me as much as you can. I'm quite perceptive," the warlock assured. A moment later the senses of dragon and Rider picked up a distinctive scent from the house elf. "For example, I can already tell you serve the Malfoys."
"Harry Potter is a great wizard," Dobby declared in awe.
"I have a great nose," the mage replied while going on a hunch and shifting into his natural form, shocking Dobby speechless for several moments.
"An old one!" Dobby cried, before bursting into tears. "Never did Dobby imagine he would see the day that an old one walked these lands again."
"I take it by your reaction you've heard of my kind before," Harry prompted.
"Yes Sir, there be tales of the old ones. The old ones were powerful and tall. One old one named Treyis the Reality Bender saved these lands he did," Dobby declared.
The name Dobby spoke resonated deeply with the Rider.
"Saved these lands from what?" Harry probed.
"Sidhe," Dobby whispered with a shiver.
"The Sidhe were like dark fairies right? They had no regard for other forms of life due to their immortality," Harry clarified, remembering some of the descriptions from Merlin in the history records provided by the golden tome.
"Yes Sir," Dobby agreed. "Treyis saved Britain."
"Why have you come here tonight Dobby?" Harry questioned.
"To warn Harry Potter," the house elf answered. "There is a terrible danger at Hogwarts this year!"
"A danger she can't handle?" The Rider asked as his dragon allowed herself to become visible to the house elf while letting the creature up.
"A dragon," Dobby squeaked before running behind Harry in fright.
"A jumpy little creature," an amused Saphira sent.
"Don't worry Dobby. Saphira doesn't pose a threat to you," the wizard assured.
"Unless he poses a threat," the dragon added.
"Dobby, I can take care of myself. Saphira will look out for me. I will be better able to combat whatever threat you are here to warn me about at Hogwarts. Trust me when I say I can handle whatever your masters are plotting," the intelligent warlock assured.
It was obvious Malfoy was plotting some scheme to harm those in Hogwarts. Harry would just have to be on the lookout. It didn't take much further convincing to get Dobby to agree that the Rider was safe after seeing Saphira. The elf returned a stack of letters the little blighter had been intercepting for most of the summer before popping away. Once Harry had realized his mail wasn't going through the mage had simply started teleporting over to his friends' houses and conversing with them in person. In any case Harry had been quite happy with himself for putting some powerful noise cancelling enchantments on his room. The Dursleys had been entertaining Vernon's boss from the Grunnings Drill Company during Dobby's visit.
Harry's room was quite well insulated from the outside world with wards learned from Merlin's golden tome. The wards kept anyone on the outside from detecting the fact that Saphira was living at Number 4 even though she wore a collar that made the wards redundant.
The Rider also recalled the results of acquiring that year's school supplies. Hermione had developed a minor attraction to one Gilderoy Lockhart whose books were required reading for Defense Against the Dark Arts that year. It hadn't taken the witch's boyfriend long to destroy that crush by proving he was far more handsome than Lockhart. The mage had simply transformed quite often into his base elf-like form and walked around Hermione naked under concealment enchantments that made it so only she and anyone else he desired could see him. Harry had already read all of the required material for that year and had surmised that Gilderoy Lockhart was a complete fraud. If Lockhart annoyed the Rider as much in real life as he did via literary form then if the pair ever met Gilderoy might not survive.
Harry had not yet found the time due to school preparation to read the latest issue of the Daily Prophet or he would have known Lockhart was the new DADA teacher at Hogwarts.
It was at twenty minutes past ten that students slowly started trickling onto the Hogwarts Express. Soon Hermione showed up followed quickly by Nym. The two witches took seats on either side of their lover. Susan, Cho, Neville, and Hannah arrived as the clock approached elven. After the train had begun moving the door opened one more time in order to admit a short redhead. Harry had sensed Ginny Weasley coming and had allowed her into the compartment because he found her quite interesting.
"Can I sit here?" Ginny asked nervously while looking at the older magicians and trying to hang onto her heavy and worn trunk.
"Sure you can," Hermione agreed while Harry grabbed the redhead's trunk and easily hoisted it into the luggage rack. "Have a seat."
Ginny sat beside Hermione in the suddenly longer bench courtesy of a Rider's magic. Hermione began introductions.
When Harry was introduced the youngest Weasley's face turned as read as her hair and she stammered, "Haary…Pottter."
"Relax girl," Nym said. "Harry doesn't bite…unless you want him to," the sixth year prefect added with a smirk while sharing a secret expression with Hermione.
"Tell us about yourself Ginny? What do you like to do for fun?" Susan coached the younger witch.
"I like to read," Ginny hesitantly replied.
"What kind of books do you like to read?" Cho inquired.
"Adventure," Ginny said while glancing nervously in Harry's direction.
"Oh ho, we have a fan of the Harry Potter adventure series here," Hannah pointed out perceptively. "You see Ginny we like to tease Harry about the series. He never knew anything about his fame very long ago. Those books are just stories."
"Stories that had others making money from lies about me," Harry pointed out. "But that's all stopped now. My lawyer has seen to that."
The group fell into an easy discussion where they learned more about Ginny Weasley and caught up on any adventures missed during the summer. Harry had visited with each of his friends throughout the summer and spent most of his time with Hermione and Nym. But the Rider had also experienced several pool parties with his best male friend where the witches tortured him and Neville with as much exposed skin as possible without appearing indecent. Hermione and Nymphadora happily relieved their mate's stress after those parties. As the train ride progressed Saphira and her bonded companion mentally probed the magical artifact in Ginny's trunk without giving away what they were doing.
"I can sense the evil from that book. It has an essence to it…a human like essence but not quite fully human," Saphira projected to Harry.
"We'll retrieve it from Ginny's dorm tonight when everyone else is asleep. I think whatever is enchanted into the journal is trying to possess her," Harry suggested, feeling something familiar about the journal.
Harry wasn't willing to risk remotely teleporting something so evil until he knew more about it, at least in a compartment full of his friends where the backlash could be severe.
The ride to Hogwarts passed quickly. Before too long, Harry found himself sitting at the Gryffindor table beside Hermione and Neville waiting for the Sorting to begin. The Potter mage got a nasty surprise when he noticed Gilderoy Lockhart sitting at the head table. Hermione filled her boyfriend in on the details of Lockhart's new position while the Sorting went on. Ginny was sorted into Gryffindor and sat down beside Hermione with a smile on her lips. The feast passed in an enjoyable meal.
"Mr. Potter, the Headmaster would like to see you in his office," McGonagall informed Harry as the students were filing out of the Great Hall.
After learning the password from the Transfiguration teacher the Rider slipped out of the hall.
"It's time to teach whitebeard a lesson he won't soon forget," Saphira declared while her bonded companion placed a hand on her foreleg and teleported the pair silently and invisibly into the Headmaster's office.
The old man was staring at the door to his office with a smug expression on his wrinkled features. Fawkes was noticeably absent from his perch.
"Light it up Saphira," Harry prompted.
A stream of flame hit Dumbledore's desk. The dragon fire reduced the desk to ash in moments. Dumbledore had leapt back from his desk and erected a powerful shield against fire the moment the flames had appeared. Harry allowed himself to become visible by moving away from Saphira.
"Harry!" The old man shouted. "You will obey me!"
"I don't think so old man. Your potion had no effect on me," Harry asserted, choosing to allow Dumbledore to think the potion had actually been taken and had no effect instead of letting the old man think there was avenue for future attempts.
Harry noticed a silvery and shimmering material buried in the ash of the desk, a cloak. As the Rider flipped out of the way of Dumbledore's first spell he reached out with his magic and remotely teleported the invisibility cloak into his trunk. Not many types of matter could survive dragon fire. A normal invisibility cloak certainly shouldn't have survived Saphira's flame. Dumbledore was quick with his spell work but still too slow to hit the immortal Potter. The dragon Rider pivoted out of the way of oncoming spells before closing the distance with the old manipulator. Faster than Dumbledore could comprehend his left arm came free from his body before the end of the bloody limb came up and smashed him upside the head. Dumbledore crumbled to the ground.
Harry cauterized the wound before spitting on the unconscious old man.
"I thought you said you'd kill him," Saphira pointed out, recalling the last time her companion warned white beard.
"I won't let Dumbledore have the release of death so quickly. He will suffer for his crimes," Harry asserted before withdrawing the Elder wand.
With several flicks of the fabled foci and some whispered words the arm became enchanted so that it would be unable to be reattached either magically or mundanely. The quite strong immortal Potter leapt onto Saphira's back. The pair vanished from Dumbledore's office and reappeared in Gryffindor tower. Saphira entered the staircase leading into the girls' dorms and found her way into the first year room. Ginny Weasley was sleeping in a four poster bed. Harry and Saphira both had no trouble sensing the enchanted journal in Ginny's belongings. The wizard grasped the journal while wearing specially protected gloves. He would store it in his trunk forest when he returned to his dorm. The wards in the trunk forest would keep the journal from causing any harm until it could be studied or destroyed.
With their work completed the immortal pair left the girls' dormitory.
Dumbledore did not make an appearance at breakfast the next morning but this was not unusual. The old man had in fact already replaced his lost limb with a magically conjured construct that functioned like a normal appendage. The limb was naturally silver in color but Dumbledore had managed to layer it with illusions. This was not some arcane and lost spell but it was an enchantment which required a great deal of power to cast, something most magicals couldn't muster. Dumbledore was spending the morning acclimating to the feel of the new limb and its different sensitivity compared to his original limb.
"It looks like we have double Herbology with the Hufflepuffs first thing after breakfast," Hermione commented as she scanned her recently distributed schedule.
"There's nothing quite as great as starting off the day in the greenhouses," Neville declared with a grin.
"Tree hugger," Harry teased.
The two non-magically raised had explained the non-magical term to their pureblood friend the previous year but Ginny, who was sitting with the second years, simply looked confused. Neville took pity on the redhead and explained. Hermione also drew Ginny a map to the younger witch's classes for that first day. Shortly after, the three elder magicians departed for the greenhouses. Professor Sprout, the kindly Head of Hufflepuff House, was waiting in greenhouse three for the class to arrive. The three Gryffindors were some of the first students to show up. The third greenhouse contained more exotic and dangerous plants which was why the second years had never been inside.
"Are we working with mandrakes today Professor?" Neville questioned his favorite teacher after spotting rows of earmuffs lining the work table.
"Five points to Gryffindor Mr. Longbottom. That was an excellent deduction," the pleased witch told her favorite second year. "We will indeed be repotting mandrakes." By then the rest of the class had filed in so Sprout dove right into the lesson. "Who can tell me some of the properties of mandrakes?"
Hermione allowed Neville to answer this question. The book loving witch had come a long way from being the person who had to answer every question first.
"The mandrake works as a powerful restorative to turn anyone cursed or petrified back into their original state. But the mandrake's cry can be fatal if the cry is from an adult mandrake," Neville explained.
"Take another ten points for Gryffindor," Sprout announced. "Mr. Longbottom is correct. Mandrakes are an essential ingredient to the most powerful restoration potions. The mandrakes you see here are too young to be fatal," the educator explained while gesturing towards rows of purplish green plants with tiny roots sprouting out like tufts of hair. "Everyone obtain a pair of earmuffs. When I tell you to, put the earmuffs on and do not take them off until I indicate to do so. Put them on. You want to make sure your ears are completely covered," the instructor explained after having cast a spell which made her words appear in English text in the air next to her so everyone could understand her directions.
Sprout then demonstrated what to do by grasping the top of the mandrake firmly and pulling. A quite ugly baby looking creature was in place of where roots were on other plants. The professor plunged the green skinned creature into a larger pot of compost. Even through the earmuffs Harry's perceptive hearing had picked up the creature's cry. The Rider had been prepared though and had a silencing spell in mind to layer over his elf-like ears.
"Don't neglect your earmuffs or you could be knocked out for several hours. There will be four students per tray. I have a large supply of pots over there next to a large supply of compost. Watch out for the Venemous Tentacula because it is currently teething and is fussy," Sprout directed. As she spoke the Herbology professor slapped the nearby dark red plant which had been slowly extending its tentacles around her arm.
"Well this should be an interesting lesson," Susan declared as she joined Harry and Hermione.
Neville and Hannah worked in another group. There were an odd number of students so Sprout let Susan, Harry, and Hermione work together without a fourth person.
The mandrakes proved to be more resistant to repotting than the professor originally made it seem. The little buggers kicked, clawed, and bit anyone who grasped them. Harry proved superior to the task with his enhanced strength and speed. The mage also discovered that a small bit of stunning magic channeled through his fingertip into the ugly baby creatures put them out long enough to repot them, an advantage he quickly shared with his two companions.
Susan didn't show any surprise at her handsome friend's wandless abilities. She had long ago learned that Harry Potter was just full of intriguing secrets. That lack of surprise didn't mean the redhead wasn't impressed with the skilled celebrity. By the end of the lesson the other groups were all sweaty and tired while Harry, Hermione, and Susan felt fine. Transfiguration class the next period was review so it wasn't much of a challenge for the Rider and his friends. Most of the other students had seemingly forgotten the previous year's lessons but the close group of friends had made sure to practice often over the summer with their magic. With no monitoring on their wands thanks to Harry the group of friends were free to use magic outside of school whenever they liked.
Over the summer Harry had been working on expanding some of his Rider talents. One such talent was the ability to be constantly aware with his powerful mind of the intentions and some of the more passionate feelings of those around him. This low level telepathic/empathic ability allowed a Rider to sense threats in the vicinity. The mage had been doing this unconsciously for some time since his bonding with Saphira. But after working at it over the summer the warlock could sense more than just a few dozen people surrounding him but hundreds. Over time the sorcerer had the feeling he would eventually be able to sense thousands. Through this ability the Potter mage had discovered he had one very overzealous fan in a first year boy named Colin Creevey.
Harry easily avoided contact with Colin by telepathically telling the boy that he could not find Harry Potter, even with the celebrity sitting right in front of the boy. This was somewhat like a Notice-Me-Not charm but much more focused. That particular charm was better used for groups while this telepathic suggestion worked well in smaller numbers.
Unfortunately after lunch another unpleasant encounter would be required to occur. The second year Gryffindors had DADA with Lockhart first thing after lunch. Once the class was seated Lockhart retrieved Neville's copy of Travels with Trolls.
"Me," Lockhart had just enough time to say before he collapsed to the floor thanks to the stunning magic delivered by an invisible Saphira.
"Well we're not going to spend an entire year listening to that twit prattle on and not learn a thing," Harry declared as he stood up.
"What did you do to Professor Lockhart?" Hannah inquired, having a bit of a crush on the twit.
"He's just sleeping," Harry assured.
As the students had filed into the classroom a few minutes previous the Rider had taken the time to enter each one of their minds briefly and plant a telepathic suggestion which would ensure they wouldn't talk about what happens in the DADA classroom that year in regards to anything abnormal.
"Then how will we learn?" Seamus questioned.
"I will teach you," Harry announced.
"What makes you think you are qualified to teach us, Potter?" Justin Finch Fletchley demanded.
The Rider turned his gaze upon the second year Hufflepuff while pointing his right fist at Lockhart's desk which was covered in pictures of the blonde twit. Faster than any of the mortals present could comprehend the desk exploded as Harry opened his fist. Telekinesis shattered every bit of the wood and metal structure. Silence pervaded the room for several moments as the second years stared in awe.
"I did that to Voldemort at the age of one year old," the celebrity announced.
After several moments had passed, Justin replied in a squeaky voice, "You're qualified."
As the desk repaired itself under the power of Harry's repairing charm he began with, "Now class, today we will learn the stunning spell. It isn't traditionally taught until fourth year but it's a damn useful piece of magic and I believe you can all accomplish it."
As the lesson progressed none of the second years in the DADA room doubted that their unorthodox instructor was fully qualified to teach them. With his level of telepathy and magical perception Harry was able to tell where each of his pupils struggled with the spell and correct them expediently. As such by the end of the lesson every student had managed several stunning spells with varying levels of power. This lesson would mark the tone for the rest of the year in DADA for that group.
On the first Saturday of the year Oliver Wood found out it was not wise to try to force your way into Harry Potter's bed curtains. The Quidditch Captain spent the morning unconscious on the floor beside the green eyed mage's bed. The curtains were heavily enchanted to prevent anyone from gaining access who the Rider didn't want in his bed. Harry found Wood when he returned from one of his frequent nighttime wanderings with Saphira. Saphira and her companion had spent the evening in their trunk forest. Saphira had been showing Norbert how to survive in the wild while her companion had been hard at work deciphering the enchantments on the diary taken from Ginny Weasley. Harry was close to figuring out what enchantments were protecting what he by then realized was a Horcrux, a container for a sliver of an evil magician's soul.
"What are you doing sleeping outside of my bed curtains Wood?" Harry queried after sending a silent enervate at the sixth year.
"What hit me? I tried to wake you," Wood explained as he sat up.
"You tried opening my curtains. They're warded against anybody but me," Harry announced.
"And me, and Hermione, and Nym," Saphira added.
"He doesn't need to know that," the Rider sent to his dragon.
"Bloody hell Potter," Wood muttered. "You're only a second year and you already have warded bed hangings. I'm glad I won't be around Hogwarts when you start getting into the upper years. Well we can't skive off practice. Meet me down at the pitch as soon as possible."
The dragon Rider hadn't lost any of his touch over the summer. When the other Gryffindor team members learned of their Captain's run-in with Harry's enchanted bed hangings they teased the sixth year mercilessly and thanked the celebrity profusely for the slight reprieve from the before dawn awakening. The green eyed sorcerer was most happy to have helped his friends escape some of the harsher effects of Oliver's zeal for Quidditch. Oliver was just pleased to see his star Seeker was in prime condition after summer break.
Oliver wouldn't have been so pleased if he had been made aware of the Slytherin's new broom acquisition. Lucius Malfoy had purchased his son's way onto the Slytherin team by buying the entire team new Nimbus 2001 brooms. When Oliver had booked the pitch for the morning practice Snape had written a note giving the Slytherin's permission to use the pitch instead to train their new seeker and to rub the new brooms in the faces of the Gryffindor team members. But thanks to the later practice time and a little telepathic manipulation of the weak minded Slytherin Quidditch Captain, Markus Flint, the Gryffindors and Slytherins had not encountered one another.
October rapidly arrived sooner than the students of Hogwarts would have expected and with it a chill in the atmosphere. Numerous magicians came down with colds due to the weather but Madam Pomfrey ensured the magical populace of the castle was well supplied with curative potions. By then Oliver had discovered the Slytherin team's new advantage and was working the Gryffindor team ever harder in response. Harry didn't mind. The elf-like Rider had much greater endurance than his mortal school mates. Still, when he became drenched and muddy from a rainy practice the warlock loved to teleport back to Gryffindor tower where he would enjoy a hot shower.
It was on one such Saturday that Harry came down into the common room to the sight of a large magical salamander shooting around Gryffindor common room with a Filibuster firework propelling it and shooting off sparks and loud noises.
"Those Weasley twins certainly know how to keep things interesting," Neville mused.
"No doubt," the freshly showered Potter agreed while amusedly watching Percy yelling at the two Gryffindor beaters whom Harry had gotten to know quite well from Quidditch.
Later that night Harry was working on one of his newest projects. During his nighttime wanderings of the ancient castle with Saphira the Rider had located a cabinet which hummed with magical energy to the two beings highly sensitive to arcane energies. It had taken a few days before a magical analysis with many different types of diagnostic spells and potions revealed the cabinet was tied to another object. Harry wasn't quite sure what the tying enchantments were meant to do but had his suspicions. To confirm those suspicions the mage had created a test device which would resonate with a certain magical signature once activated that would draw dragon and Rider right to it.
"Are you ready?" The sorcerer asked his dragon.
"I am ready," Saphira confirmed.
Harry remotely teleported the test device into the cabinet and sensed the burst of magic signaling the device's departure from the room he was working in. Immediately the Potter mage followed suit and took himself and his dragon towards the location he sensed the beacon resonating strongly. The pair appeared several hundred feet above the beacon's location so that there wasn't any chance of appearing inside of solid matter. Although in most cases a magician's arcane instincts kept them from having such accidents it was best not to chance it.
The two bonded beings immediately recognized the location below them as Diagon Alley. More specifically the pair was hovering over Knockturn Alley. As Saphira glided towards the shop where the beacon was contained within her Rider slipped on an enchanted pair of glasses which allowed him to see through solid matter and even enchantments. There were quite a few wards over the shop, most of them highly deadly. But the shop's wards were designed to keep intruders out. Once inside the shop the wards weren't an issue. When he had a good view of the inside of the shop the wizard teleported with his dragon into a clear space which had already expanded to accommodate Saphira by the time she fully reentered normal space.
"It's identical to the one we have," Saphira commented after examining the cabinet standing before her where she could sense the beacon coming from.
"We'll be able to experiment with it later once we get it out of here but I suspect the cabinets transport objects between them. This transportation method goes through Hogwarts' wards. This magic could be quite useful if we can duplicate it," Harry suggested while placing a hand on the cabinet.
"It could indeed," Saphira agreed just before the pair along with the cabinet disappeared from the shop.
Neither Rider nor dragon felt bad about taking the cabinet given the dark nature of the shop it had been in. The shop Borgin and Burke was infamous for the black magics it bought and sold.
Halloween had soon arrived. After a very tasty and filling feast Harry was ready to carry out the next step in his investigation of the black magic saturated diary of one T.M. Riddle. It hadn't taken too many testing spells for the Rider to figure out what the diary was. Wizards called the black magic construct which contained a piece of a magician's soul enchanted into an object a Horcrux. Merlin's tome contained quite a bit of information about Horcruxes including how to destroy them. Saphira's dragon's breath could destroy a Horcrux easily enough.
A useful charm revealed the diary's date of creation. By searching the school library records for any mentions of a person named Riddle in that time period Harry learned T.M. stood for Tom Marvolo. Riddle was the head boy of Hogwarts in 1943 and had won a special services award. The photograph in the periodical which announced the award had been quite revealing. Riddle's eyes were familiar to Harry. Saphira and her companion recognized Riddle's eyes from their encounter with the possessed Quirrell the year before. Tom Marvolo Riddle was none other than Lord Voldemort.
Harry had identified many of the enchantments on the Horcrux diary and knew it was set to interact with whoever wrote inside of it. There was a life draining enchantment on the diary that would slowly drain the life out of whoever possessed the diary and feed that life force into the soul fragment contained within the Horcrux. The life draining enchantment took a long time to work and was quite weak over the short term. An adequately prepared magician could defend against it. With his bond with Saphira there was little risk at all of Harry becoming possessed or having his life force stolen.
Saphira and her Rider felt it was worth the risk to find out if Riddle had made anymore black soul containers. Additional wards had been created within Harry's trunk forest to ensure his safety. Norbert and Saphira were both ready to destroy the diary and soul fragment within using their magical fire should anything go wrong.
"Be careful little one," the large female dragon cautioned.
"Of course," Harry agreed while opening the journal at a desk transfigured in a clearing in the trunk's forest.
Using a non-magical pen the wizard began to write in the diary.
The wizard's words glowed brightly for several moments before vanishing into the page.
"Hello, my name is Harry Potter," Harry wrote.
Several moments later the ink reappeared forming different words.
"Hello Harry Potter. I am Tom Riddle. How did you come by my journal?" The soul fragment inquired.
"I found it thrown in the fire hearth and thought it interesting the journal survived," Harry lied.
"Then it was lucky I recorded my memories in a way harder to dispose of than ink. I always suspected there would be those who didn't want this journal read," Riddle declared even as the Rider felt the life force draining ward activate.
With Saphira's help the mage channeled a small amount of magical energy, just a trickle, into the diary while willing the energy to mimic life energy.
"Why wouldn't anyone want this journal to be read?" Harry probed.
"The memories contained within this journal tell of terrible events covered up at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," Riddle bragged.
"Someone with as much forethought as you would surely have created other repositories of your memories to get the word out about the cover up, surely?" The Rider suggested in an inquiring tone, playing up to the dark sorcerer's ego.
"I had planned to after I left school and am sure I succeeded," Riddle revealed, confident that the boy writing in the journal didn't know what a Horcrux was and wanting to brag a bit about his achievement.
The soul fragment stored in the journal was from a Tom Riddle in his youth before he had learned much caution and subtlety.
"What horrible incident of cover up are you referring to Tom?" Harry questioned, drawing attention away from the subject of Horcruxes now that it had been revealed that the future dark lord had planned on making more.
Harry didn't want to draw the soul fragment's suspicions after all.
"In my fifth year the legendary Chamber of Secrets was opened and the monster within was let loose on the non-pureblood portion of the school," Riddle explained. "At first it was just students being petrified. But then a student died. I was responsible for catching the person responsible for opening the Chamber which resulted in the guilty person's expulsion. But the headmaster at the time, Professor Dippet, was so ashamed of the truth of the matter that he forbade me from revealing what really happened. I was given a nice shiny trophy to shut me up but the truth is I was still worried about the incident repeating itself. You see the monster in the Chamber lives on and so does the being responsible for releasing it as a free creature."
"Who was the perpetrator last time?" Harry questioned even though he suspected Riddle was the true culprit.
"I can show you if you would like. You don't have to simply take my word," Riddle proposed.
Harry knew exactly what Riddle meant. The journal had been enchanted with a variation on the pensieve effect. The Potter mage would be drawn inside the book and relive the memory. There was no need. The Rider already had all of the information he needed.
"I'll think about it," Harry wrote back before using his powers to remotely teleport matter to transfer the journal into a special container which suppressed any abilities the soul fragment had.
Harry's investigations had determined that his remote teleporting abilities wouldn't react negatively with the black magic on the journal.
"That was quite revealing," Saphira pointed out.
"Yes, it was," Harry agreed. "We now know Riddle intended to make more Horcruxes after he got out of school."
"We also know who was killed from the news records of that period when Riddle received his award," Saphira added.
"Yes, Dippet might have been able to cover up the true cause of her death but he couldn't hide the fact that Myrtle Moria was killed. She's the ghost everyone refers to as Moaning Myrtle. Ghosts who die violent deaths will sometimes haunt the place they were killed in. I would speculate that Myrtle died in that bathroom," the dark haired wizard stated.
"Let us see what can petrify magicians," Saphira suggested.
Nodding in agreement, Harry summoned Merlin's tome down from the tree house. The mage opened the book and used the enchantments on the book to look up the subject of petrification. There were several enchantments and potions lost from common knowledge in modern times that could accomplish the feat. But most interestingly was a creature called a Basilisk, King of Serpents.
"Basilisks are fabled in Greek and Roman legends of old as well," Harry pointed out, recalling some of his readings from years ago.
"The Chamber belonged to Salazar Slytherin whose house mascot is a serpent. It would be logical for the monster in his Chamber to be the King of Serpents. A basilisk's indirect stare petrifies while a direct stare kills," Saphira summarized.
"There's more…the tome says the basilisk's stare works by enchanting the victim in a field starting at the surface of their skin which slows time to a near standstill, making it seem as if they had been petrified solid. When the full enchantment falls in place coming from a direct stare the field volume decreases to encompass only the victim's heart but with the reverse affect. The victim's heart is rapidly aged until it stops working of old age," Harry read.
The book also went on to list several spells that were not commonly known but which would break the enchantment from the basilisk's enchantment if implemented within minutes of the initial exposure to the King of Serpent's stare.
"Little one, I have the feeling that we are immortal. Once we reach a certain physical maturity my instincts tell me we will stop aging physically," Saphira declared.
"I have the same feeling," Harry agreed. "So if we are hit by the basilisk's sight our hearts would just age to full maturity and no more. But I think there are some wards I've already learned about in some of my other readings which should prevent the magic from taking hold even if we look directly into a basilisk's eyes. It will take some time to study them."
"That sounds like a plan to deal with Slytherin's pet, little one," the dragon agreed.
Chapter 2
Harry and Saphira confirmed their suspicion about the entrance to the Chamber being around the bathroom Myrtle was haunting the next night. Although it was quite feint the two immortals with quite above human senses could smell the scent of a massive serpent. A large basilisk does not slither around the hallways of a castle without leaving some of its scent behind. The scent still lingered even fifty years later for those who were attuned enough to detect it.
"We should confirm that Myrtle was killed by a basilisk," Saphira suggested.
"You're right of course," Harry agreed as he got off of Saphira and pushed through the door of the nearby girl's bathroom once he was visible.
The ghost of the teenage girl Myrtle floated out of one of the stalls of the decrepit bathroom. When she spotted Harry, Myrtle's expression lit up.
"You aren't a girl," Myrtle declared happily. "You're too cute to be a girl," the ghost announced before letting out a little giggle.
"Why thank you Myrtle. It's always nice when people notice I'm not a girl," the mage declared.
Friendliness got more information than negative reactions. Harry had heard of Myrtle's reputation for being emotionally volatile and easy to upset. The Rider did not want to risk setting Myrtle off into a crying fit. Unknown to the Potter mage his aura of attraction granted by his bonding with Saphira was affecting even the female ghost present, making her more amiable to him.
"Myrtle, this might be a sensitive subject…but how exactly did you die?" Harry inquired gently.
"Well I don't normally talk about it but I was in this bathroom crying, in that stall right over there," Myrtle explained while indicating a stall a few doors to the right. "I didn't pay it much attention at the time but I recall hearing a grinding noise, like two stone slabs being rubbed together. I heard a rubbing sound like something large was crawling around in the bathroom. Then I opened the door of my stall and saw huge yellow eyes. It was the last thing I ever saw while living. I heard the professors talking about it after I died. They used to think it was Slytherin's monster that got me but Headmaster Dumbledore made them stop talking about it."
"Thank you Myrtle. You've been most helpful," the celebrity said, preparing to leave.
"You can visit me anytime Harry. If you die I'll even share my u-bend with you," the ghost promised.
Harry simply nodded without agreeing to anything and walked outside of the bathroom, right into Tonks. The couple dropped to the ground but the agile elf-like Rider twisted in the air so that his girlfriend fell on top of him so that she wasn't injured. The immortal's form could take a much greater beating than the witch could.
"Wotcher lover," Tonks purred with a grin before leaning down and kissing her favorite wizard.
"Well that was definitely fun," Harry declared several moments later. "I should take all of my trips with you."
As the couple got up Nym asked, "What were you doing in a girl's loo?"
"I was questioning Myrtle for a mystery I'm investigating. Where's your patrol partner?" The sorcerer queried.
A look of disgust played across Nym's cute features before she said, "I ditched Percy. I can't stand that prat. Now tell me about this mystery you are investigating Mr. Potter," the Hufflepuff urged while taking her partner's arm and leading him off to their groups' practice room.
"I don't know if I should tell you," Harry replied in mock thought.
"Ooo, playing hard to get are you," Tonks said. "I know just how to get what I want out of you."
"I wouldn't have it any other way," Harry said with a grin before teleporting with his mate to the practice room.
In the end after several hours of "interrogation" Nym learned what she wanted out of her lover. Some of the story provided more questions for the prefect but no matter how hard she tried there were some answers she couldn't get out of her mysterious boyfriend yet. The shape shifting witch had learned from her lover what a Horcrux was and that Tom Riddle/Lord Voldemort had likely made several. The duo agreed that it would be a good idea to bring Hermione in on any plans to track down Horcruxes.
"That actually explains a lot about how Voldemort was able to survive," Hermione pointed out after she was told the story. "Do you think we should bring in any of the others on this yet?"
"I'm not sure at this point. I trust you two with my life so I have no trouble telling you. But the more people that know about Riddle's greatest secret the more likely it is that Riddle will find out we know," Harry suggested.
"We don't want that," Nym agreed. "Let's just play it by ear for now."
"Agreed," Hermione concurred.
Saturday soon arrived. That was the day of the Gryffindor versus Slytherin match and the tension and nerves showed on the faces of the Gryffindor Quidditch team members when Harry arrived at breakfast with his friends.
"Buck up everyone," Harry urged. "You won't have to worry about those fancy new brooms Slytherin has if I catch the snitch early on."
"But their brooms are even faster than yours," Angelina Johnson pointed out.
"But Malfoy has no skill," Neville pointed out.
"Harry will beat Malfoy easily. You'll see," Hermione declared.
"Besides," Nym began with a mischievous grin from her spot next to her boyfriend. "When it comes to broomsticks faster isn't always better. I prefer a good hard broomstick with a lot of power between my legs."
"Never change Nym," Harry asserted.
The Hufflepuff's comments broke most of the tension.
When eleven o'clock drew near the residents of Hogwarts made their way down to the quidditch pitch for the impending match. The atmosphere was muggy and appeared as if a storm might begin soon. As was usual Harry tuned out Wood's pregame speech. Slytherin spectators in general booed and hissed at the Gryffindor team when the lions took to the pitch. As soon as the match was started a bludger was hit towards the Gryffindor seeker by the Slytherin beaters.
Harry rolled out of the way with ease.
"You are going down Scarhead," Draco Malfoy called with a pathetic attempt at an evil laugh.
As Slytherin scored the first point using their superior broom power Fred and George Weasley engaged the opposing beaters in a heated duel for the bludger.
"Actually you might just be the one to go down Malfoy. Although you are probably used to going down…on Snape," the green eyed sorcerer taunted while an invisible Saphira brushed Malfoy with her tail, almost dislodging the unpleasant Slytherin from his broom.
The atmosphere turned dark and rain began to fall on the pitch and spectators.
"When are you going to catch the shiny ball?" Saphira questioned her Rider, referring to the snitch.
"In a bit," Harry answered. "I want to see how much of an advantage those new Nimbus 2001s give to the Slytherins."
Harry pretended to fly around the pitch looking for the snitch, leading Malfoy through a thrilling series of aerial maneuvers. All the while the Rider was observing the game. The new brooms were giving the Slytherins quite an advantage but the skill of the Gryffindor team was showing through. It was obvious the Slytherins had slacked off a bit on practicing, expecting their new brooms to carry the day. The opposite was true for the Gryffindors. The lions had practiced even harder than the previous year.
"I'm going to get that snitch before you Potter. You just wait and…urgh," Draco snarled before his tirade was cut off by the quite large bug which had flown into his open mouth.
"That will teach him to fly with his mouth open," Saphira said with amusement radiating through the bond she shared with her Rider.
Harry suspected his dragon might have had something to do with the appearance of the bug in Malfoy's path. The green eyed mage decided to end the match. The skilled seeker drove his broom straight up and propelled it faster with his considerable magic. Before the spectators quite realized what had happened the snitch was in the celebrity's grasp. The crowd went wild a moment later when Lee Jordan announced the victory for the house of the brave. Harry steered his broom past a coughing and hacking Draco towards the Gryffindor well wishers near the stands.
Later that night after the post-match party Harry received a very interesting offer from Nym via a messenger spell. The Rider plucked the paper airplane shaped message out of the air and unfolded it to read.
Harry,
Hermione and I have decided that we need help tiring you out. Given your physiology the two of us alone cannot handle you. We have enlisted help. Go to the practice room and you'll know what we mean.
Love,
Nymphadora Tonks
Hermione Granger
P.S. Show her your true form
Harry could already guess what was waiting for him in the practice room but a quick journey down to the room with his powerful mind located the consciousness of one of his closest friends.
"You have some very interesting mates little one," Saphira observed.
"That I do," the green eyed sorcerer agreed.
"Go have fun," Saphira urged.
Without needing much prompting the mage disappeared and reappeared moments later in the practice room.
"Hello Harry," Susan Bones greeted, a little surprised at the sudden appearance of her mysterious friend.
Susan would ignore the apparent ability to apparate inside the wards of Hogwarts. The redheaded Hufflepuff had a different mystery to unravel this evening.
"You look gorgeous Sue," Harry replied as he admired the curvy form Susan now possessed thanks to polyjuice mixed with a bit of Nym.
"I'm glad you like," Susan said as she twirled around to show off her curvier form in a very short skirt that revealed her smooth creamy thighs. "Hermione, Nym, and I figure I'm about seventeen in form right now. Now they said you had something interesting to show me. So show me please."
"Rather eager, aren't you," Harry teased before shifting into his immortal base form.
"Cor, you are the gorgeous one Harry," Susan exclaimed as she hungrily swept her gaze over the agile warrior's elf-like form. "Are you an elf?"
"Not quite," Harry answered. "I'm something a bit different than a high elf but close. My real form aside Sue, what do you want tonight?"
Shyly Susan declared, "I want you Harry. I've wanted you for a long time now."
"I have definitely noticed your beauty. I want you too, Sue," the mage announced while stepping closer to the sexy witch.
Harry kissed Susan, eliciting a moan from her rouge lips as she kissed him back.
"Be gentle Harry, it's my first time," the Hufflepuff whispered after the kiss had ended.
"Always with you Sue," the Rider promised.
Begin Smut Scene
Even as the elf-like Rider guided his companion back towards the furniture behind her the piece of furniture, a couch, transformed into a bed under his power. Susan's clothes were transmuted into a gas temporarily, vanishing off of her nubile young body as vapor. Harry's clothes vanished just as quickly. Susan's hand grasped her friend's stiff prick, stroking it experimentally. Harry's hand cupped Susan's sex, his middle finger dipping inside to find her already wet and excited. The Hufflepuff brought the tool in her hand to her slit. Hermione and Nym had already helped the redhead remove her hymen painlessly with magic.
"I'm ready for you Harry," Susan whispered.
"Yes you are," the warlock agreed while slowing pushing his hips forward and feeling his shaft sink into Susan Bone's tight teen pussy.
Susan's hands gripped her partner's biceps hard as she felt herself being stretched around the gorgeous male's hardness. Further and further she felt Harry sinking into her cunny until Susan began to wonder if perhaps some type of magic was at work to lengthen her friend's shaft longer than was mundanely possible, possibly some type of endless length charm. Finally Susan felt the tip of her partner's manhood come to rest against the entrance to her cervix. Susan felt completely full. Harry was just the right size for her snatch. The fey looking man atop the Hufflepuff stilled long enough to give her a chance to adjust to the new sensation while he stared into her hazel-green eyes. Then after several moments the mage drew his hips back until he was barely inside of her vagina before pushing himself back fully inside of the redhead. The witch moaned her approval as she felt her inner walls being rubbed by the thick tool. Susan's legs were wrapped around the back of Harry's thighs as he started to pump his prick in and out of her fragrant flower.
"Harry," Susan said between pants as her partner moved on top of her. "Ugh…Harry that feels so good," the witch declared.
In response to Susan's declaration Harry leant down and sucked her left breast into his mouth, suckling on the nipple with his lips while his tongue swirled around the sensitive tip before flicking rapidly across the bud. Susan's moans deepened and increased in frequency. Her hands went along the Rider's sides with her nails dragging across his skin. The young beauty brought her mouth up along her lover's neck and nipped at the sensitive flesh, sucking and lightly biting to leave her mark on him. All the while the wizard's hips never stilled, driving in and pulling out of the redhead's box with unfaltering regularity. The softness and heat of the young woman's wet vagina squeezed around the immortal Potter's hardness as she flexed her inner muscles. Susan had been coached by Hermione and Nym on how to manipulate her kegel muscles and she was putting her training to good use.
"Susan…you are really damn tight," Harry announced between grunts and groans as he moved in a sawing motion with his hips between the young woman's thighs. "Your beauty is intoxicating as is your scent," added the warlock whose enhanced senses easily discerned that unique fragrance that was purely Susan, lilac shampoo and at the current moment combined with the scent of her snatch juices.
Susan felt amazing as her gorgeous best male friend and new lover moved on top of her, his hard muscled frame rubbing against her curvier form. The sorcerer's magical power was flowing out of him in an aura of energy so dense she could focus on little else for a time. The first time Susan noticed her surroundings once more was when her first orgasm hit her. The redhead's frame shook as her snatch fluttered around the wizard's cock. Harry never faltered in his movements as Susan experienced her first penetration induced climax. The Rider's mouth enveloped Susan's lips in a passionate mixture of sucking and probing with tongue as she began to come down from her ecstatic peak. But Susan never fully came down. A constant feeling of low level pleasure pervaded between the Hufflepuff's first orgasm and her second. The same sensation occurred between the witch's second and third climax. The gorgeous Miss Bones couldn't keep track of how many orgasms she experienced. She only knew that each climax became better than the previous.
"Oh Harry…Harry…screw my tight little cunny," Susan urged, using her position with her legs entwined with her partner's thighs to thrust her mound up against the thrust of her man's pelvis. "Drive that thick sausage into my tight little slit and let my sheathe squeeze you dry."
Susan's pussy certainly attempted to squeeze his shaft dry as the Rider pumped away at her folds. The sorcerer's thrusting had gradually sped up until he was now sliding his meat pole in and out of the witch's box with speeds greater than were possible with a mortal man. The slap of flesh against flesh was heard in the practice room as the mage penetrated the witch's slick tunnel again and again.
"Harder…oh yes harder!" Susan cried as she felt the beginnings of her most powerful orgasm ever filling her belly.
Harry happily obliged, driving himself fully into Susan's snatch one final time when his perceptive senses told him she was climaxing once more. The Rider began pumping his semen straight into the witch's vagina and from there into her womb. Susan thrashed under the warrior's weight, her inner muscles squeezing and clenching rapidly around his shaft. The sensation was awesome to the green eyed teen as her sex coaxed his juices into her hungry body.
The young woman's mind was scattered with no single coherent thought forming for a period of time she didn't keep track of. When her faculties returned the redhead found Harry's light weight resting comfortably on top of her.
"Mmm…that was fantastic," Susan purred before extracting a kiss from the smiling wizard. "Hermione and Nym warned me you would stay hard," the witch added after the kiss when she felt her new lover was still ready to go.
"You bring the virility out in me," Harry replied.
"I would love to do that again. But I want to try this position Nym recommended called cowgirl. And then maybe we can try a position Hermione recommended called doggy style," Susan suggested.
"It would truly be my pleasure," Harry answered.
"And mine too, I'm sure," the witch added.
Susan did get to try both positions and she greatly enjoyed them over the course of the next several hours.
End Smut Scene
"Good morning beautiful," Harry greeted Susan as she awoke in the arms of her new mate.
"Morning Harry, morning Hermione, morning Nym," the sleepy Miss Bones replied.
"Wotcher Sue," Nym replied.
"I completely expected you to try some corny movie line Harry," Hermione declared.
"Do you mean like Good Morning Angels!" Harry said loudly.
"I'm assuming we're in Harry's dorm in Gryffindor tower in his bed?" Susan questioned.
"Indeed we are," Nym confirmed. "Harry teleported you here after the fun time you two had last night and Hermione and I had our fun with Harry while you recovered."
It was then that Susan noticed the Rider was still in his elf-like form lying in the center of the expanded bed. The red haired Hufflepuff already knew the bed was expanded inside of the curtains which were well warded to keep anyone uninvited out. Susan felt her arousal spiking at the sight of the immortal Potter looking more gorgeous than ever. Susan herself had retained much of her curvier and older features but she was regressed enough that the other residents of Hogwarts wouldn't notice much beneath her robes. Susan would just appear to be maturing much faster than the majority of her peers (Hermione excluded). Polyjuice derived from a metamorphmagus was a wonderful thing for the ego of a young witch.
"Harry, you're going to pay for that," Hermione declared.
"And just what are you going to do to me Miss Granger?" The naked mage queried with a cheeky grin.
"So many terrible and horrible things," Hermione promised with a smile.
"I don't think Harry is going to think these things are so terrible," Nym pointed out. "But I'll hold him down while we test that theory."
Harry did not resist in the least as Nym put word to action and held his head and upper body down on the bed using her nubile form with her thighs wrapped around his head. The naked witches and one nude wizard had a fantastic Sunday morning, most of which they spent in Harry's bed in a state of undress. The other residents of the second year Gryffindor boys' dorm had learned never to touch the enchanted curtains when the barriers were closed. Without silencing charms and the other wards protecting Harry's bed his dorm mates would have been greener than his eyes with envy.
It was in the second week of December that Professor McGonagall collected the names of those who were going home for the holidays. Harry would be spending the majority of his Christmas holidays with the Grangers but would also be visiting his other friends and their families.
It was over a week later that a notice went up on the school notice board in the main entrance hall that proved to be very controversial and interesting.
"A dueling club is being started," Seamus Finnegan declared excitedly.
"I smell Lochart's hand in this," Harry announced, literally smelling Lockhart's scent on the announcement parchment.
"I hope not," Neville said. "Everyone in our class knows just how rubbish he is at teaching."
"Well we can find out soon because the first meeting is tonight," Hermione pointed out.
"If nothing else it will be amusing and perhaps a chance to thrash some people we don't necessarily like," Neville suggested.
"Definitely," Harry agreed.
So it was that at eight o'clock that evening the golden Gryffindor trio and their friends from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw houses were found in the Great Hall. Most of the school was in attendance. The house tables had been replaced by a single long golden stage against the far wall. Shortly after eight, Snape and Lockhart strolled onto the stage. Lockhart was wearing garish plum colored robes.
"Gather round everyone so that you can all see and hear me," Lockhart called. "Professor Dumbledore has graciously granted me permission to teach you all dueling so that you might defend yourselves as I have done on quite a few occasions. For full details on these occasions see my published works. My assistant in this endeavor is none other than Professor Snape who has assured me he is adequately trained in the dueling arts for this task. So do not worry about losing your potions master to my wand."
Snape's sneer was in full view directed at the boasting blonde. The two "instructors" turned and faced each other, observing the formalities with a short bow. Then the two wizards raised their wands as if the foci were swords.
"This is the accepted combat position. On the count of three Professor Snape and I will begin the duel with our first non-lethal spells," Lockhart announced.
The blond counted to three before seemingly attempting a spell. Before Lockhart could get off a curse Snape had blasted the braggart off of his feet with an overpowered disarming spell that was vocalized loudly for the benefit of the younger years watching. Lockhart hit the wall hard and slid to the floor but was unfortunately back on his feet again in a few moments.
"An excellent use of the Disarming Charm Professor Snape, one I could have easily blocked had I not wanted to demonstrate the charm's full effects," Lockhart declared, earning a murderous glare from the greasy Snape. "Now let us break into pairs to practice which I will assign with Professor Snape's assistance."
"Ah Mr. Potter…let's see what Mr. Malfoy can do with you," Snape instructed. "And Granger you are against Miss Bulstrode."
"If you say so Professor," Harry drawled, emphasizing his disrespect for Snape's title. "Perhaps you should be Malfoy's second because that's about how long it will take me to deal with this little blighter."
Snape looked murderous but replied, "We shall see."
"Get ready now," Lockhart called. "Face your partners. "One – two," the blonde began to count but before the third count came Malfoy had shot off a Tickling Charm, Rictusempra.
Harry directed his wand at the floor in front of the pureblood bigot and sent off a non-verbal spell while dodging Malfoy's attack. When the spell hit the stone floor the effect was immediate. The floor rippled like a wave of liquid and the crest impacted Malfoy hard, sending the blonde screaming across the Great Hall to impact against the nearest wall. Silence fell on the room as all activity ceased at the display of power.
"What…you did say non-lethal," Harry pointed out.
Snape was furious but didn't say anything. There was nothing the Potions professor could do and he knew it. Dumbledore was impotent to take action against the green eyed celebrity. The unconscious Malfoy was taken out of the hall to the hospital wing.
"Perhaps I should first teach you how to block unfriendly spells," Lockhart suddenly declared to break the silence.
"You could prove you are the better dueler than Potter," Snape suggested with a sudden cold smile. "The Great Gilderoy Lockhart versus the defeater of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named."
There were sudden shouts of approval from the students.
"Yes, well what an excellent idea. Step up here Mr. Potter," Lockhart answered while obviously quite nervous.
"Christmas isn't for a few more days yet but this is definitely a great early present," Harry declared loudly as he took the stage.
Those from Harry's DADA class knew or at least suspected what was about to happen and were grinning madly.
"Take your positions," Snape instructed. "Three-two-one, begin," the Head of Slytherin declared.
"Stupefy," Lockhart shouted loudly, causing a quite weak ball of red energy to discharge from his wand.
Harry stepped to the side and avoided the spell easily, taunting, "Is that the best you have Lockhart?"
The second year flicked his wand at one of the many candles floating overhead and caused the light source to transform into a rabid squirrel, right over Lockhart's head.
The blonde celebrity was too slow with his wand and received a face full of rabid squirrel. Lochart's high pitched scream as the squirrel bit him on the nose was amusing to all in the Great Hall except his fan girls. Lockhart was finally able to dislodge the fierce little squirrel and brought his wand forth more quickly than last time.
"Obliviate," Lockhart shouted while directing his spell at the squirrel rushing forward.
"He did that spell too well," Saphira observed.
"I suspect he has had a lot of practice," Harry replied while observing the now mindless squirrel skidding to a halt.
"A very lucky shot young Harry," Lockhart declared. "But I won't let you repeat that tactic."
"I wouldn't be so sure of that Professor," Harry said with a positively feral grin that reminded the observing Severus Snape of James Potter.
With a sweep of his wand towards the thousands of candles floating overhead a wave of magic was released from the Rider. Over two hundred candles transformed into just as many rabid squirrels which were bewitched to think Lockhart's family jewels were the tastiest nuts they had ever come across in their lives.
Another spell had hundreds of high pitched voices that everyone present could easily picture as coming from a talking squirrel chattering, "Nuts, nuts, nuts."
One of the closest and fastest squirrels lunged for Lockhart's crotch and latched onto the celebrity's testicles. Lockhart screamed and jumped off the stage, running for the exit with a herd of rabid squirrels after him. Stunned silence filled the hall for several moments after Lockhart's hasty departure.
The silence was broken by both of the Weasley twins whispering in unison, "Bloody brilliant!"
This seemed to be the signal for noise to resume. There was so much laughter in the Great Hall nothing intelligible could be discerned for quite some time. Even Severus Snape who hated Harry Potter with a passion had to admit to himself that the humiliation of Lockhart was brilliantly done although Snape would never admit to that fact out loud.
The dueling club ended for the evening after the laughter died away. The immensely popular Potter received quite a few congratulations for his proving he was the better celebrity. Harry was just glad that he had managed to tear away a bit more of Lockhart's obviously undeserved fame.
The school was hit with a blizzard overnight so Herbology was cancelled the next day. Harry decided to spend the early morning with one of his two favorite Hufflepuffs.
Begin Smut Scene (All Anal)
Susan collapsed forward onto the bed as the last spasms of her orgasm left her. The full weight of her mate was atop the buxom Hufflepuff as she felt his still stiff prick finish unloading inside of her.
"That was wonderful Harry," Susan whispered as she tried to catch her breath.
The two magicians were in Harry's bed in Gryffindor tower.
"Mmm…yes it was," the wizard agreed with a purr as he nuzzled the sweaty side of his partner's head, grazing his teeth over her ear.
"Harry," Susan said with a throaty hum, flexing her vaginal muscles around his prick.
"I think it's time I explored the last virgin territory you have," Harry announced as he drew back his hips and slipped out of the witch's snatch.
Susan inhaled sharply at the declaration and the feel of her lover's sausage sliding between her buns. Susan had known this was coming sometime. She had listened to many tales from Hermione and Nym of Harry buggering them and by all accounts both witches loved the act. Susan knew there would be no pain thanks to magic but some deep primal part of the witch rebelled at the idea of the sodomy. Other parts of the Hufflepuff eagerly welcomed the new sex act.
"I…I'd like that," Susan whispered while turning her head and locking eyes with her wizard.
Susan's lips met Harry's mouth in a hungry kiss as the metamorphmagus made his tool thinner and guided it to the young woman's sphincter. Tingling magic descended over Susan's rectal portal while the Rider applied pressure. Susan bore down and opened herself up. Slowly the wizard's rod pushed inside of Miss Bones' outer sphincter and then through her inner ring. Harry slid his tongue around the inside of his lover's mouth as he pushed more and more of his dick down into her tight butt. The witch squirmed and wiggled her rear from side to side which made the Potter male's entrance into her bowels easier. After half a minute the warlock's pole was fully encased in his mate's intestines.
"Harry," Susan gasped as she broke the kiss to catch her breath. Susan's hands clutched at the bed sheets as the sorcerer drew back his hips. "Ugh…You are so deep inside of me," the witch declared while her man slid back into her guts. "That feels so strange…but in a good way."
"Play with your cunny and see what it feels like," Harry suggested while sliding his hips up and down to pull his prick out of his witch's bum and then slide his manhood back into her tight depths.
Susan slid a hand down her front between her thighs to her pussy. The Hufflepuff began rubbing her snatch just how she liked it. The redhead felt her partner gripping her bum cheeks tightly as he worked his prick in and out of her stretched anus. Susan began to grow used to the strange sensation and felt herself becoming wetter and wetter at the naughty act she was partaking in. She was surrendering her ass to her favorite wizard and from the sounds he was making the witch knew he was enjoying her gift. Experimentally Susan clenched her bum muscles and was rewarded by a grunt mixed with a moan from Harry. Over the next several minutes Miss Bones experimented with alternatively clenching and loosening her butt muscles until she had figured out a great rhythm that ensured the Rider enjoyed her anal delights. Susan suddenly realized her anus was expanding as her shape shifting partner grew to something closer to his normal thickness.
"I feel so full," Susan gasped as her backside was speared repeatedly by the warrior's greatest weapon.
"You feel so tight," Harry growled as he buggered his woman.
Harry drove himself into Susan's tight innards with a steady deep stroke that touched the most intimate parts of the young woman's colon. The warlock's cock was being regularly squeezed as it passed through the witch's bowels. Miss Bones' bottom half shook as the Rider's hips dropped down and drove his pelvis into her sweet cheeks. Susan climaxed for the first time with a small orgasm that flooded her juices onto her hand which was still working her vagina. The mage decided to change positions sometime after his partner's fifth micro-orgasm. Harry rolled onto his side and took Susan with him.
"Screw my bum Harry," Susan urged as she pushed her behind back into the latest thrust of her warlock's lower half, driving her guts around his stiff sausage. "Split me open!"
Susan was lying on her left side still working the folds of her snatch while her boyfriend buggered her and she couldn't be more thrilled. The witch felt her hand get knocked aside to be replaced by Harry's digits. The wizard began rubbing Miss Bones exactly how she loved to be played with. Susan used her free hands to play with her breasts, rolling her hard nipples between her fingers and massaging her sensitive tit flesh. Sweat clung to Susan's form as her partner rutted against her back, plundering her dark depths. A hard dick continually pushed in and out of the Hufflepuff's colon, her rectal muscles squeezing and massaging the invading pole. Harry's mouth sucked hungrily at the exposed flesh of Susan's neck. The celebrity's lips, tongue, and teeth were leaving their mark which only increased the witch's pleasure. The redhead enjoyed the pleasure filled atmosphere of the room as her insides were continually stroked by her partner.
Neither Susan nor Harry knew how long they had been enjoying the loss of her butt cherry when Harry felt a desire to release start to steal over him. The dragon Rider increased the rate of his thrusting, pumping his prick fast and hard in and out of Susan's butt. The witch moaned approvingly thanks to magic ensuring she didn't feel the least discomfort. Another powerful orgasm had been building in the Hufflepuff's belly for the last few minutes. The redhead had been with her favorite wizard long enough by this point to recognize his impending orgasm.
"Yes Harry…oh yes! Slide your hot dick into my tight little ass and inject me with your hot cream," Susan purred, knowing what would bring her mate off with a powerful climax.
Susan's words combined with the rhythmic squeezing of her tight delicious rear had the desired effect. The sorcerer pushed himself fully into his witch's colon and started pumping his seed into her guts. Susan squealed with pleasure as magic danced between Harry's fingertips which were gripping her clit. The most powerful release Susan had yet experienced tore through her cunt as she thrashed about on the bed. The two sweaty lovers ground themselves together as they enjoyed their mutual ecstasy for some time.
"Hermione and Nym were right," a sleepy Susan said as she struggled to stay awake from her post-orgasmic drowsiness. "Having you make love to my bum is bloody awesome."
Harry smiled as Susan drifted off, planning to make her feel bloody awesome often.
End Smut Scene
Term ended not long after that and this saw Harry's group of friends and lovers taking the Hogwarts Express home for the break. Ginny was staying behind because her parents were off visiting one of her older brothers in another country. Cho was staying behind as well because her family was visiting China on diplomatic business. Cho's father often had to travel back and forth between the countries due to being the magical ambassador between Britain and China. The mage planned on visiting his two friends residing in Hogwarts on Christmas day provided his plans worked out.
This was why Harry could be found not long after he arrived at the Grangers inside of his trunk in the magical forest. Hermione knew her boyfriend loved to spend a lot of time off alone experimenting magically and was happy enough to provide him the space he required. That policy may have had something to do with Harry enchanting his bibliophile mate a book which granted limited access to Merlin's tome. The connected book had certain restrictions set on it but Hermione was still plenty pleased with the access her boyfriend's gift granted her to ancient magic. Dan and Emma were happy enough to see a demonstration of what their daughter had learned at school over the previous term.
"What does it do?" Saphira asked as she sniffed the large metal ring with runes carved into it.
The violet hued dragon's bonded had kept the nature of his experiments a mystery from her, having wanted to surprise her.
"If my Arithmancy is correct then that ring will generate a wormhole connecting it to an identical ring which is currently concealed in a well warded room at Hogwarts," Harry replied aloud as he finished charging the runes with his magic.
"Like the vanishing cabinets," Saphira caught on.
"Yes, I have deciphered the enchantments. At least I think I have. Here goes nothing," the sorcerer declared.
Saphira stepped back to the same distance as her mage who erected a shield around the pair. When Harry set out the correctly attuned surge of his magic designed to activate the runes a blue pool of shimmering energy filled the metal ring.
"It's like a rippling pool of water sideways in the air," Saphira observed as Harry dropped the shield. "Is it safe to touch?"
"I believe so," Harry replied as he stepped up to the portal and conjured a tree branch. "Let's make sure first."
The sorcerer pushed the branch through the portal. Letting go, Harry teleported himself and Saphira to the other portal where they found a perfectly intact tree branch lying on the ground.
"It would appear as if your experiment is a success," Saphira declared.
"Maybe, but I'd like to run a few more tests," Harry said.
The wizard ran his tests and was delighted to find that he had indeed succeeded in applying the portal enchantments to his metal rings. The Potter mage also learned he could shrink or enlarge the ring, decreasing or increasing the diameter of the portal. The portal seemed to take less of an initial charge to start with a smaller diameter and a greater initial charge with a larger diameter. More experiments would be undertaken in the future. The important part was that Harry now had what he needed to surprise his friends.