Chapter 4
Begin Smut Scene
Arya worked at her love's breaches, her nimble fingers making short work of the button and zipper. He was not so patient with her clothing. She felt her pants tear free under his strength and decided to follow his example. His undergarments were shredded by her grasp. She didn't even notice her panties disappear as she pushed the gorgeous male back onto his bed. He was in his true form, possessing the same Princeling-like physique as he had after the gift from the dragons at his first Blood Oath Celebration but with the features of his Harry Potter form. She had never desired someone so ardently in her life as she did at that moment. His eyes were a brilliant green and practically burned with desire. Her flower became soaked with nectar as her body reacted for him.
Straddling his hips Arya whispered, "I have wanted this for so long. I cannot wait any longer."
With that the Queen grasped her lover's tool and guided it to her slit. She threw back her head and moaned as she felt his thickness splitting her open and stretching her slick insides. His manhood was wonderfully filling. His moan was approving and sent a pleasant shiver down Arya's spine. She felt his hands slide to her slim hips and brought her gaze from the ceiling back down to his gorgeous eyes. The elf leaned forward and pressed her lips to his, capturing his sweet mouth with a heated kiss. She hoped her lips conveyed all of her longing, all of her pain, and all of her love. She squeezed his throbbing member with her inner muscles and felt him flex his organ back at her. She ground her mound against his pelvis while their tongues danced between their joined mouths. His hands slid down to her bottom, kneading the pliable flesh with callused fingers. His arms moved and lifted her about half way up his considerable length. Then his hips flashed up and skewered her innards once more. Arya purred against his mouth as she felt her snatch being worked with the proper tool for the job. It was more than just the proper tool. Arya felt as if she was seated on the ideal tool. Nothing had ever felt so right before.
"Arya," Harry moaned as the two broke the kiss and began to move their lower halves.
Arya's hips lifted up off Harry's pelvis before she drove her cunny back down around his dick. He would thrust his shaft upwards in unison with her downwards plunge. Their groins met with a wet sounding note caused by her copious juices coating his pubic region. The elf sat up at an angle, her upper body at a forty-five degree angle to his. This position gave him a great view of her breasts capped with reddish nipples that were blood engorged and flushed, the tone matching her fiery red hair. Harry bent his neck and wrapped his lips around one of his mate's nipples. As his tongue danced across her tit he felt her kegel muscles squeezing and grasping at his prick. The sensation was fantastic to the wizard. His hands fondled her cute butt without restriction. She shivered when his fingertips massaged across her pucker and he made sure to play with this area as he made love to her. Arya's pussy was a smoldering furnace of heat. Her insides were a balance of soft pliable flesh mixed with unyielding strong muscle. Those muscles continuously squeezed and released the dick sliding through her folds. The elf's form was one of hard lean muscle coated by gloriously soft skin. Her scent was the familiar crushed pine needle fragrance he remembered pining away for in his youth but now contained a hint of feminine arousal. Arya's aroused aroma was much lighter than a human woman's fragrance and smelled a bit like crushed berries. It drove Harry's libido and desire wild. Arya's hands gripped the bed sheets around her head as she continued to ride her mate.
"Eragon," Arya whispered with her eyes closed. "Oh Eragon…don't stop," the elf urged as she rocked her hips faster.
Harry sensed how close Arya was and so altered the angle of his upwards thrusts, using his telekinesis to send the head of his dick against the nerves in the top of her tunnel. Arya cried out and went rigid as her snatch erupted with her nectar. While she howled her release and clung to his body the mage rolled over so that she was now on her back and he was on top of her. His length was as hard as it was possible to get as Arya's inner muscles pulled at it, trying to coax an orgasm out of him. But he was not to be denied further pleasure. Harry began moving again even through the elf's powerful vaginal grip. She thrashed beneath him and tossed her head from side to side as waves of ecstasy coursed through her nerves. Each deep thrust of her mate's prick sent a fresh wave of pleasure rippling through her flesh starting from the area of contact between his manhood and her core. Arya had no idea how much time had passed during her orgasm but when her mind cleared enough to be aware of her surroundings once more she found her mate pumping away at her flower, his athletic form covered in a fine sheen of sweat. His handsome face was tight with concentration as he focused on bringing himself closer to release. After the pleasure he had just generated in her loins she wanted so badly for him to experience that climax and spill himself inside of her. The thought of his seed spilling into her womb and creating a child inside of her sent a renewed sense of desire in her. The Queen wanted badly to bear Eragon's child.
Grasping his sides with her fingers and wrapping her legs around his waist and hips Arya whispered into his ear, "Spill yourself inside of me, love. I want to feel your hot shaft bathing my insides in your essence. Plant a baby in me."
Harry felt as if lightning had shot through his dick at Arya's words. He too would love to see Arya carrying his child. He had been stroking in and out of her deliciously tight pussy for some time now with slow but deep strokes but at her words he quickened his pace. He felt her fingernails digging into his sides and back. The very slight pain only made the pleasure of her cunt-sleeve squeezing his prick seem all the more intense. He focused his mind on her entirely and extended his consciousness towards hers. He felt her walls drop to allow him access into the core of her mind just as she allowed him access into the core of her body. They were so intimately connected that both Riders could feel the love they held for each other. This was Arya Svit-Kona Queen of the Elves and the being Harry had loved first in his first existence. Her scent, the softness of her skin, the feel of her sleeve squeezing his manhood, her sheer beauty, the sounds their bodies made as they came together, her mind, her love for him, and her sheer physical and magical presence combined to incite a swell of arousal, desire, and love for Arya so profound his body reacted. Harry cried out while his orgasm overtook him. Thick creamy seed flowed out of his testicles and through his engorged prick before surging out of his body and into Arya's, coating her vagina and going into her womb. Arya hadn't thought she was ready for another orgasm yet but apparently her body had other ideas. Her pussy convulsed as soon as the first shot of cum hit her flesh. The elf's sleeve flexed and released again and again as her powerful kegel muscles squeezed Harry's pulsing prick.
Harry gave his all and spent himself within Arya, grinding his groin against her juicy mound. She ground her slit around his dick in kind. Their lips came together and their tongues danced. The climaxing couple was locked in a cycle of ecstasy. Pleasure and love flowed between their minds due to their mental connection. Outside they sensed their dragons mating in the air above the forest. The pleasure of the two dragons only heightened the experience for their deeply connected Riders.
Later the couple lay entangled together in a sweaty mess with the bed sheets twisted around them. They panted for breathe.
"I needed that," Arya whispered as she swirled her fingers through the hair on her mate's chest, fascinated because he possessed body hair.
"Gee, I couldn't tell," Harry said in amusement.
"Silence, Harry," Arya said with a grin, reverting back to his current name from the earlier slip she had called out while they were making love. Harry didn't mind. He was both Harry Potter and Eragon Shadeslayer, Son of Brom. "You enjoyed that as much as I did."
"I never said I didn't enjoy it. I just think you needed it more than I did," Harry replied.
"It has been years for me," Arya pointed out.
"True enough…let's go take a shower," Harry suggested as he leapt to his feet and pulled Arya to hers.
"I don't know if we'll both fit in your water closet," Arya replied as she allowed her lover to lead her to the small shower.
"We'll fit," Harry assured while mentally reconfiguring the realm to change the large bathroom he had upgraded the water closet to back into the water closet it had been with maybe a little more room.
Harry wanted the space to be tight. He most definitely didn't mind getting close to Arya. The couple slipped into the shower and felt the water wash the sweat from their bodies. Arya smiled as she got the opportunity to explore with her hands. She started washing her partner's body and felt his organ respond when she paid it extra attention.
With a wince Arya said, "I don't think I'm ready to go another round yet. I'm somewhat sore down below."
"There are other ways to have fun," Harry replied as he turned her around so that she was facing away from him.
Warning Anal From Here…
Arya felt him soaping up her rear and then to her surprise felt her mate crouch down so that his mouth was level with her bottom. She gasped and clutched at the wall when she felt his mouth slip between her cheeks and his tongue begin probing at the entrance to her back passage. He also began toying with her sore flower with several fingers and the tenderness began to wane by the time he had started probing at her rear with more than just his tongue. She felt him stand. Her breath caught as she felt his thick tool sliding between her cheeks with the tip coming to rest against her virgin star. Arya looked back over her shoulder and saw her mate staring down at her rear with a look of absolute delight. She wanted to bring him so much joy therefore she forced herself to remain calm and relaxed. This was one type of pleasure she had never experienced herself but knew humans sometimes practiced. She would try it and see if she liked it. Arya felt the flow of magic from behind her and a cool tingling sensation flowed into her rear even as her lover began pushing his organ into her bottom. She bore down and felt his head penetrate her sphincter. His manhood began sliding into her rectum bit by bit and she experienced no discomfort whatsoever. The elven beauty was smart enough to realize what the magic was intended to do, mitigate her discomfort and any pain she might have otherwise experienced. She was grateful for it and found she rather enjoyed the full sensation she experienced as her colon was stuffed full of prick. It was different than when her flower was stretched, more intense.
"Are you alright?" Harry inquired while feeding his prick into Arya's butt, marveling as he always did that he could cram something so big into such a normally small opening.
"Yes, I am alright," Arya assured as she took deep breathes and braced herself against the wall.
Harry's groin met the cheeks of the elf's bottom and he held himself there, encased in her bowels and enjoying the feeling of heat and softness surrounding his length. He looked up and locked gazes with Arya. He leaned forward and pressed himself fully into her back, his chest against her soft skin. His lips found Arya's mouth and he plunged his tongue inside. Harry shared mind to mind with Arya how fantastic her backside felt wrapped around his tool and she in turn shared how intense the sensations were in her nether regions and how full she felt. The mage slipped his hands down to her hips and took hold as he slowly started to rock his lower half back and forth, sliding his meat shaft in and out of her stretched guts. Arya broke the kiss and moaned deeply as she concentrated on the rhythmic movement back and forth through her anus.
"That feels really good," Arya whispered in a breathy voice. "Don't stop. Nice and deep," the elf purred.
Arya knew her encouragement turned her mate on even more. She could sense his increased excitement through their mental bond. She could feel every surge of enjoyment he experienced each time she squeezed her butt muscles, every time she let out a moan of encouragement, every time he sank his weapon fully into her back passage. His pleasure in turn excited her and fed her own enjoyment. His pace was unhurried and slow. She liked that. She felt his right hand slip around the curve of her hip and down between her thighs. He was bent over her but his hand was able to reach her flower. She gasped approvingly as he began rubbing her snatch while he continued to pump her colon. The mixture of sensations from the nerves in her bowels and the nerves in her flower were of greater intensity than was possible to achieve with either single stimuli alone. She threw her head back and closed her eyes, content to let the water cascade over her form as her favorite male rutted against her backside and took his pleasure from her bottom.
Harry sucked and nibbled on Arya's right shoulder and neck as he buggered her ass. Her flesh tasted exquisite. He played with her tight little pussy while her tight little ass squeezed and clenched around his turgid cock. His thrusts drove his length up into her soft intestines which gripped his girth. It felt so good he almost didn't want to pull out but the friction generated by his movements sent deeply satisfying sensations through his manhood. Arya's legs were spread apart to open her thighs and grant his hand access to her snatch which his digits explored and manipulated with skill. Her voice as she cooed encouragement was a husky purr. Harry created a telekinetic hand-shaped appendage which took over for his real hand while he stood up straight. He stared down at where he joined with the beauty with eyes that could see quite clearly in low light conditions. He loved watching his dick slip in and out of a tight female sphincter. Her colon provided a wonderful environment for his aroused prick to explore.
Arya opened her eyes when she sensed magic working around her. She found the water closet had expanded greatly and a plastic chair stood beneath the spray. The chair looked quite sturdy. She noticed her mate's hand wasn't between her thighs but it certainly felt like it was still there. He wrapped his arms around her and sat down in the chair. Before she really had any time to adjust to the new position she was spun around on his shaft so that she was now directly under the spray of the water. The liquid cascaded over her head and back. She was now straddling the seat in the reverse position it had been meant for so that her thighs were wrapped around her lover's waist and she was facing him. His mouth descended to her breasts and she felt him latch onto her left nipple. She threw her head back and sounded her happiness. His powerful hands gripped her stuffed buns and started raising and lowering her on his hot sausage. His thick member pumped in and out of her rear with a motion that saw her anal ring making the circuit from just beneath his head to the base of his length each time he moved her. Arya wanted more. She wanted to be taken faster and harder. The redhead planted her feet on the ground next to the chair and began raising and lowering herself. She bounced on the mage's shaft with constantly increasing speed, spearing her bottom on his hardness. The faster she went and the harder she dropped onto his pelvis the better Arya felt.
Her face compressed into a look of pure concentration, Arya whispered, "I'm going to climax, my love. Please spill yourself inside of me at the same time."
Harry wasn't going to have any problem with that for when she made the request the elven beauty had begun furiously clenching her rectal and glut muscles around his organ. After several minutes of this intense butt generated dick massage the sorcerer was ready to blow. He sent a blast of magic through his tool and straight into the nerves of his mate's sensitive colon. She squealed and her legs gave out. Her muscle clenching became involuntary as her orgasm overtook her. Arya's pussy gushed her nectar while Harry let loose with a torrent of semen into her stretched bowels. She dropped her head to his shoulder, shivering and shuddering, while clutching to him for dear life. Her orgasm was powerful and intense, more so than she had ever felt before. She sat there impaled on Harry's cock with water pouring over them both and felt all the tension melt out of her.
When Arya's mind returned from the heights it had just soared to she found her lover gazing intently at her.
"What does that expression mean?" Arya asked.
"I have this expression because I'm trying to memorize everything about you at this moment when you're at your most beautiful," Harry explained.
"You can memorize but you'll be seeing it again often in the future," Arya assured. "I'm not about to lose you again my love after having lost you once already," the Queen of the Elves promised.
Arya's mouth captured Harry's lips in a tender kiss conveying the depth of her emotions.
End Smut Scene
September 2nd dawned somewhat gloomily. The storm that had raged the night before had luckily spent its energy. The Riders all compared their schedules at breakfast.
"Herbology followed by Arithmancy. It'll be nice to have class again with Bridget," Harry mused.
"Better remember to start calling her Professor Regan again, love," Hermione advised.
"I rather prefer Professor Sprout's class to Professor Regan's," Neville stated as he took the package from his family owl.
"Only you Neville," Ginny said with a shake of her head.
"Did you forget something again Nev?" Hannah asked her boyfriend in regards to the package.
"No, it's just some baked goods from my mum. She has been baking up a storm the last few years. I think she is anxious about me coming back to school," Neville replied as he stuffed the package in his magically expanded robe pocket while standing to head to class.
"I like Herbology as much as the next witch but even I have to admit this is nasty," Susan observed while staring at a bubotuber a few minutes later.
The plant, if it could be called that, was ugly looking. Bubotubers looked like slugs with pus filled bulges along their slimy length. Professor Sprout had set the class to collecting the pus. Several pints had been collected by the end of the class.
"You will find this is an excellent remedy for acne when used right," Sprout informed the class.
"And a way to induce skin problems if not used right," Harry pointed out.
"You would know that Mr. Potter given who your godfather is," Sprout replied with a tone that suggested fond reminiscence.
Harry gave his Herbology professor a roguish grin that struck the witch with a powerful sense of déjà vu. He looked so much like his father at that moment that if he hadn't had eyes the same shade as Lily she would have thought she was sixteen years in the past.
"Professor, you know I would never behave in such a manner as Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, or James Potter," Harry said with a look of mock innocence.
"Get out of here you scamp," Sprout said with the hint of a grin at the corner of her mouth.
The rest of the students had already started departing with the exception of the lead Rider and his friends. The bell had sounded announcing the change of periods. Harry and his friends headed towards the Arithmancy classroom. When they entered Bridget was standing next to the blackboard with a welcoming expression on her features.
"Good morning class. I hope everyone had a good summer," Bridget greeted with a smile. "I know I did." Bridget winked at Harry. There were murmurs of assent from those around the room. "Today we are going to begin going over the equations for one of our major projects this term after a short review of last year's projects."
"What are we going to be making this term Professor?" Neville asked.
"This term we will construct a device which will measure the strength of a magical field. Over the summer I conversed with a colleague who gave me ideas for how to make this device possible," Bridget explained.
There were appreciative murmurs throughout the room. One of the hardest things to do was measure magical strength. Most of the time magical strength was measured through indirect means and by its effect on the surrounding environment. Testing had been conducted which measured the strength of common spells which was part of the stimulus for the creation of Arithmancy. After the review Bridget began detailing the equations derived with the collaboration of her favorite student over the summer. He was more interested in watching her bum move. It was an interesting lesson.
Harry was walking through the Entrance Hall on the way to the Great Hall for dinner later that day when his instincts told him something was wrong. The Rider's constant threat assessment of the minds of the beings surrounding him using his powerful passive telepathy picked up Malfoy's intentions shortly before the curse left the blonde boy's wand.
"BANG!" The sound echoed throughout the Entrance Hall.
Harry hadn't even had to move to defend himself before Alastor Mad Eye Moody, the new Defense Professor, had stopped Draco.
"It would appear he has finally grown enough mental fortitude to withstand your rather passive mental manipulations to make him go away," Saphira pointed out.
"And the first thing he attempts to do is curse me in the back," Harry pointed out. "Lucius would have been so proud…before I subjugated him to my will."
"I don't tolerate cowards who attempt to curse others in the back," Moody growled at Draco who had been transfigured into a ferret. Harry had easily sidestepped the curse which had impacted the wall above his head and cracked the stone. "Did he get you Potter?"
"No, Professor," Harry replied. "His aim appears to be poor."
"Leave it," Moody growled at Goyle who the retired Auror had been facing away from, the magical eye in the old Auror's head facing towards Goyle. "Oh I don't think so," Moody declared as the terrified white ferret attempted to run away. A few gestures of the Defense professor's wand had the ferret bouncing up and down ten feet in the air. "Never…curse…a…person…in the back…again," Moody said while emphasizing his words by bashing Malfoy against the ground.
"What are you doing Professor Moody?" McGonagall asked as she came walking down the main staircase with a load of books in her arms.
"I'm teaching a lesson to a coward," Moody replied while McGonagall's eyes followed the bouncing ferret.
"Is that a student?" Minerva demanded in shock, passing her stack of books to a nearby student as she stepped off the staircase and drawing her wand. Moody had only managed to nod before the Transfiguration professor had reverted Malfoy to a mess of rumpled robes and even messier blonde hair. Rounding on Moody, McGonagall asserted, "We punish with detentions here at Hogwarts Professor Moody, not transfiguration."
"I'll remember that in the future," Moody replied while eying Malfoy with obvious delight.
"My father will be hearing of this," Draco promised.
"Let that Death Eater little snake try and do something. The only reason he isn't in Azkaban himself is because he bribed his way out," Moody rebutted with a fierce expression. Draco backed away in shock. "I think it's time we talked to your Head of House about your behavior. Let's see what old Horace has to say about you."
Moody seized the Malfoy heir by the arm and started for the dungeons.
"I might have had more fun sitting on him," Saphira suggested to the Riders in the group.
Suppressing a smile like his friends, Neville pointed out, "But didn't you say you got really messy after Quirrell?"
"It's nothing a good cleaning spell or even better a bath couldn't fix," Renenth, Neville's dragon, suggested.
The Riders all had to smile at this response. The native Pernese dragons had instilled a strong appreciation of bathing in their Earth-born relatives. The clear clean bodies of water on Pern were always available for a good swim. The magical dragons had never realized how much fun bathing the normal way could be since magic kept their hides fairly clean most of the time.
As the group began to eat Fred Weasley declared, "Moody is just so bloody cool!"
"Beyond cool," George added.
"Super cool," Lee Jordan chipped in.
"We get it," Harry said. "You want to go down on him."
There was a retching sound and Fred said, "Harry that was a positively revolting mental image."
Grinning, George added, "And totally worthy of a Marauder's heir."
"So you two mischief makers had Professor Moody's class earlier didn't you?" Ginny inquired of her brothers. "What was he like?"
"It was unlike any lesson we have had before," Fred supplied.
"He knows what it's actually like to be out there doing it," Lee added.
"Fighting dark wizards," George clarified.
"It's fairly easy to impress hatchlings who have never seen battle even if a being has experienced much combat themselves," Saphira commented sagely to the Riders.
"I look forward to our class with him on Thursday," Hermione commented.
"You look forward to every class, Hermione," Susan teased.
Hermione's response was to stick her tongue out. Nym promptly grasped the younger witch's tongue between her fingers and flicked Hermione on the nose.
"That was the oddest expression I've ever witnessed," Fred commented.
"Me too," George agreed.
The others didn't bother asking the twins what they had witnessed because the fairy enchantments concealing Nym probably ensured they each saw something quite different and wholly inaccurate. Before they had their first DADA lesson of the year the fourth year Gryffindors and Ravenclaws shared their first History of Magic class of the year. Normally Harry and his friends would have used the time to read actual history texts but the changes Delores Umbridge had made to the history classroom made that task problematic. The new décor was almost as offensive as the Ministry witch herself.
Neville leaned over the table from his spot next to Hannah and whispered, "I see dead cats."
The walls were covered with portraits of kittens which were all meowing. Pink dominated the moving portrait frames.
"I knew we shouldn't have let them watch that movie," Hermione told Harry with a sigh.
Harry's only response was a grin. At that moment Umbridge entered the classroom. She waddled more than walked over to her desk and faced the class.
"Good morning class. The Ministry of Magic has always considered the education of young witches and wizards one of its top priorities. You must be schooled to control and hone your rare gifts with knowledge passed down from generation to generation. To that end I, a witch trained in truths preserved through time by the Ministry, will educate you on the true origins of many of today's species and societies. We will begin our look into these truths by looking at Goblins," Umbridge explained while tapping on the blackboard with her wand.
Goblins: Where they really come from
The students read the text and got a sense of foreboding.
Hermione stormed out of the classroom an hour and a half later and immediately declared, "She is a most vile woman!"
"I have no love for goblins but I have to agree," Nym pointed out.
"If today's lesson was anything to go by then our next lesson on werewolves should be positively fabulous," Harry suggested sarcastically.
"She is worse than Lockhart," Neville put forth. The others stopped and looked at him. "Alright, maybe it's a tossup."
"Oh god…bringing up Lockhart and Umbridge in the same conversation just made me picture them having sprog together," Nym suggested.
"My brain…it burns!" Hannah cried as she joined the group at that moment and heard the metamorph's last statement. "Someone obliviate me!"
"Me too," Nym added.
"But you thought it up," Harry pointed out.
"Yes, and I have a very dirty mind," Nym replied. "Even if I thought it up that image is still not nice to think about."
Harry swatted Nym on the arse. She raised an eyebrow to him.
"I'm sorry…you say the word dirty and I feel I have to punish you," Harry admitted with a shrug of his shoulders.
"Harry, love," Susan said with a grin, having joined the group at the same time as Hannah. "You've gotta know by now that Nym doesn't find you swatting her arse as a punishment."
Susan got a wink in response.
"You're all crazy," Neville pointed out as the group of friends reached the room they practiced their magic in.
Over the summer Harry had worked some of his special sorcery and the room was now only enterable by one of the group. As soon as they stepped through the door the friends were transported via a portal built into the doorframe to a module on Mars. When they took breaks they took them in the place they felt most comfortable. If it happened to be on another planet nobody was going to fault them. From there the conversation turned on ways to deal with Umbridge. The Ministry toad wouldn't know what hit her.
Harry and his friends were the last to enter the classroom before Moody on Thursday. The rest of their year mates were eager as could be to attend the first DADA class with Moody. The Riders were less impressed. When Moody got close they could hear his wooden fake leg clunking on the stone floor of the castle. This was the first time Harry had gotten a good up close look at the former Auror. He had been quite distracted of late with Arya's return among other things. Spending time with his first love in his past life took precedence over inspecting an old man like Moody. The eldest Rider's keen sense of smell combined with that of Saphira (who was sitting at the back of the room) immediately picked up on the smell of a distinct potion on Moody's person. That combined with the hostility the DADA professor was projecting towards her Rider was enough to put all the telepathic Riders on edge.
"You can put your books away," Moody said as he came into the room.
"Harry…there's something off about him," Nym projected.
Nym was the best telepath present in the room next to her man.
"I know," Harry assured. "And I'm going to find out what."
While the DADA professor called off a list of names to make sure everyone was there Harry read the scarred wizard's mind. The Death Eater known as Bartemus Crouch Jr. wasn't even aware his mind was being read as he read off the list of names. Crouch Jr. was the son of a high ranking Ministry official who had escaped from Azkaban with the help of his father, Crouch Sr. Crouch Sr. had then held Junior under the imperius curse for years until the Quidditch World Cup mayhem when Junior had broken free. Barty Crouch Jr. had then swiftly rejoined Riddle and had been assigned to enter Harry Potter into the Triwizard Tournament and set up a trap to get the celebrity to the graveyard outside of Riddle Manor in Little Hangleton.
"Intriguing…I say we turn their trap into our trap," Harry suggested to his dragon and mates as he telepathically relayed his findings.
"You mean for us to show up in the graveyard with you and take out Riddle and all of his little toe lickers," Nym clarified.
"I do," Harry confirmed.
"I like it," Hermione said.
This sentiment was echoed by the other Riders. While this mental conversation had been going on virtually at the speed of thought fake-Moody had finished up the roll call.
"Your former professor, Remus Lupin, left me a very thorough report on your class's capabilities. You have a thorough grounding in dealing with some of the lesser dark creatures. Unfortunately you are severely lacking in dealing with dark curses," fake-Moody announced. "Curses come in varying strengths and forms. The Ministry of Magic doesn't actually want me to show you what these curses look like because they're too afraid you'll either learn how to defend yourself from them or that you'll learn how to cast these curses."
The class was silent for several moments before Seamus Finnegan asked, "But isn't the whole point for you to teach us to learn how to defend ourselves against them?"
"Granger, you look like you know the answer," Moody said. "Explain to Finnegan how the Ministry really works."
"During the last war the Ministry of Magic authorized the use of the Killing Curse and several other curses that are classified as dark magic for its law enforcement personnel. The whole idea was to fight fire with fire. If Hogwarts had provided training to its students to truly defend against such curses the terrorists assaulting the magical community would have been better prepared to get a dose of their own medicine. Of course the flipside of that coin is that so too would the magical community have been better prepared. One of the biggest threats of the Unforgivables is that they generate enough fear that few magicians even try to defend against them," Hermione explained.
"Ten points to Gryffindor for an answer I couldn't have given better myself," fake-Moody replied. "I don't agree with the Ministry. They can try to punish me if they want. Granger brought up the Unforgivables and the Killing Curse in particular." As he spoke he drew a glass jar out of his desk containing three large spiders. He extracted one spider with a levitation charm and stuck it to his desk with a sticking charm. "AVADA KEDAVRA!" The death eater's cry saw a jet of green energy rushing into the spider. It curled up dead without a mark on it. The class was silent. "And the other two Unforgivables are what?"
"The Imperius Curse and the Cruciatus Curse," Neville supplied.
"Another ten points to Gryffindor," fake-Moody said. Fake-Moody demonstrated both spells with a chilling effect to the young magicians watching. "The Unforgivables are curses which require a great deal of intent behind them. You could all take out your wands right now and collectively try to cast the Killing Curse on me and I doubt I would get as much as a nosebleed."
"He would be obliterated from existence," Saphira corrected knowingly.
The Riders had been experimenting with all of the Unforgivables for some time. They had picked the spells apart. A single killing curse couldn't drop a normal dragon. Even a few killing curses couldn't put down a normal dragon. To a dragon of Saphira's breed a killing curse would just piss them off. It had been determined by using some of the sensor systems developed utilizing the technology in AIVAS' archives that the energy in a killing curse was killing beings by disrupting the bonds which held their soul, their very essence, to their corporeal form. These bonds were magical in nature. The killing curse was intended for humans and the essence of a dragon was sufficiently different from a human's that the killing curse suffered great power loss. It took quite a few blows to these bonds to sever a dragon's essence from its form. There were other magical creatures that had a similar resistance to killing curses.
When the pact was made eons ago between the dragons of Alagaesia and the elves of that distant time the elves as a race were shifted, altered, to make them more like dragons and the dragons more like elves. It was a blending. When Eragon had been remade during his first Ignoti Blodhren he had been altered so that he was like he would have been had humans been a part of the pact from the start instead of being added later. Eragon had been made very draconian and gained a great deal of the draconic resistance to magics such as the killing curse. It was postulated that Harry Potter was meant from birth to take on his ancestor's essence and had therefore already possessed a measure of the great Eragon's abilities passed down through the line skipping many generations of Potters before he ever bonded with Saphira.
Several of the Riders led by Harry had been working hard to come up with a ward a magician could place on their person or on another person if they chose which would mimic some of the durability dragons enjoyed against magics like the killing curse. The Riders felt they were close to a solution. They were already well versed in using objects to block the killing curse and other harmful magics but this new protection would actually allow a being to get hit by the killing curse and shrug it off. There existed alternative methods to do this like what Riddle had done but Riddle was no longer human in a really bad way and the Riders weren't willing to resort to black magic.
"Now, do any of you know why I'm showing you this curse if there is no counter curse?" fake-Moody inquired.
It was Neville who answered with, "So that we aren't completely shocked out of our wits if it gets thrown at us and we know what to block. Just because the killing curse can't be blocked with shield spells doesn't mean it can't be blocked with matter."
"Good, good," fake-Moody replied. "You need to practice CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" Crouch Jr.'s shout startled the class and caused quite a few students to jump in their seats. "Now get out your quills. For the remainder of this lesson we will cover the basic theory of the Unforgivables."
The class spent the rest of the session taking notes. As soon as the Riders left the classroom they had a mental conversation.
"When you revealed who he was it became quite difficult to refrain from drawing my sword and gutting that bastard where he stood," Neville sent. Crouch Junior was one of the people that had tortured Neville's parents into insanity. "If not for Renenth and the fact that you cured my parents Harry I think I would have gutted that bastard."
"I'll make you a deal Neville…you can be the one to squash him like a bug when it comes time to spring our trap," Harry suggested.
"I'd like that," Neville agreed.
"One good thing to come of Crouch Junior teaching those curses is that he would be more proficient in casting them than Moody ever would," Hermione pointed out.
"Speaking of Moody, what will we do about him?" Ginny asked, knowing the man was a friend of her father.
"We extract him to Mars and use telepathy to keep old Barty Crouch Junior thinking Moody is still a prisoner. We can provide Crouch with hairs to keep making his polyjuice. We can see about getting Moody on our side. If he doesn't agree I'll wipe his mind of any knowledge of us and stick him back in the trunk at the end of the Tournament when the trap is sprung so he can be rescued," Harry proposed.
"It's as good a plan as any," Cho said, similar sentiments being expressed by the others.
"Maybe you should take him to Albion or your trunk forest instead. Mars might be a bit too much for him at this point, love," Dianna's mental voice broke into the conversation to suggest.
The Fairy Queen's interjection startled the Riders in Hogwarts for several moments but they quickly settled down. On Pern certain Riders such as Lessa could communicate with all dragons whereas most riders could only communicate with their own dragon. The Riders of Saphira's breed could communicate with all dragons. If sufficiently skilled a magician could use their dragon to boost their telepathic range to other humans. Dianna definitely qualified as sufficiently skilled.
"As usual you have an excellent point," Harry replied, agreeing to the revision in the plan.
"And as usual you display wisdom by listening to me," Dianna responded, her mental presence conveying affection for her mate.
"Get a room you two," Nym said with a roll of her eyes.
"Jealous much," Ginny teased Nym.
"Not at all," Nym rebutted. "I just enjoy taking the piss out of those two."
"Ooo…Nym enjoys water sports? I didn't see that one coming," Luna deadpanned.
Nym gaped at the blonde Ravenclaw while the other Riders burst out laughing.