Saturday was the morning for his parsel healing class. Harry enjoyed the 3-hour training in parsel healing. At the end of class, he was informed to report to Master Pomfrey immediately. Harry went to the infirmary and found three senior healers there. Harry went up and stood at attention "Apprentice Healer Black reporting as requested, Master."
Master Pomfrey came over to Harry looking him up and down. "Good, you will now be taking your journeyman's exam, apprentice. These masters are here to help me test you." Harry glanced over and saw three older gentlemen with healer pins on their collars looking at him, neutrally.
Harry nodded and said, "Where do you want me."
Pomfrey motioned to a desk with a many parchments test sitting on it.
Harry nodded, went to sit down, and looked over at Pomphrey. "Start immediately?"
She nodded, and he immediately turned and started the exam.
The senior examiner frowned and looked at Pomfrey. "Did you warn him about the exam or the requirements?"
Pomphrey with an irritated look "I didn't even tell him this exam existed."
"Sorry for doubting you, but an apprentice who shows no anxiety about a surprise test, no request for the bathroom, or lunch is rather unusual. He is almost military in his presentation."
"You do realize he is a War Magus who recently killed dementors to protect his patients, a bunch of children? He is military trained." Replied Pomphrey with a sigh.
The healer with a widening of his eyes looked back at Harry. "This is that Heir Black? Oh my."
Harry spent the rest of the day taking the journeyman exam. After a written test that Harry completed in under 3 hours (many took as much as 5 hours), Harry was given an oral exam practical. The senior Healers would make an illusion of a patient with a history. They would give him the physical findings if he sought them, followed by the results of any scans he 'cast' on the patients. Harry was then required to treat the patients. The three examiners were indeed impressed with the logic and thoroughness of heir Black. He was nearly perfect in his diagnosis and treatments, earning an O for the exam.
As the students were sitting down for dinner, they saw Harry off to the side by the anteroom. There was a group of senior healers including Heir Black's Parsel Instructor together with Madam Pomfrey, Andromeda Tonks, and Master Snape. Madam Pomfrey soon came to the podium "I have a presentation to make." The students quickly quieted as this was unusual.
Master Pomfrey continued, "Apprentice Healer Hadrian Potter Black, come up to the podium."
Harry came out of the Anteroom wearing his Light Magus Battle Armor. The parsel healer just grinned at what that could signify while a couple of the senior healers frowned.
Pomfrey seeing Harry in the armor, grinned. "Having passed his journeyman exam and proved his capabilities in the field and infirmary, I present to you the youngest certified journeyman healer in Britain in 146 years." Everyone rose and clapped while reporters were taking pictures. She motioned for quiet.
"Once you have reached journeyman level, you must make a healer's oath. This will bind you to healing the ill if able, and to protect your patients from harm. There are many different oaths, but they all mark a healer. Apprentice Healer Potter-Black make your oath."
Harry stepped forward and sent his armor away. He was now standing there in just black pants with a bare chest. The girls gasped at his rippling chest, and then Harry released his magic. His eyes flashed bright glowing green and a wave of magic swamped the hall. Harry then raised his right hand and his wand was suddenly in it, with the tip glowing like a star. Harry intoned "I, Hadrian James Potter-Black swear on my magic and my life. To Protect those who need protecting, regardless of race, blood, or magic. To Heal those who need healing, so long as they do not walk the path onto darkness. To Kill those who need killing, those who walk the path onto darkness, and purposefully harm others. I swear to do this, even if my life is endangered doing so. I swear this to Beloved Hekate, and accept her judgement of my Oath! So Mote it Be!" Harry then flashed his wand and it was suddenly replaced with Caledfwich.
At the same time, the magic that had swamped the room, started swirling around, and took on the wild magic of the world. Caledfwich suddenly burst into a bright white fire and the magic in the room rushed at Harry and burned a white glowing mark just to the left of his chest over the heart. A great bell was heard, and Fawkes appeared. He circled the healers twice, and landed on Harrys left shoulder, singing joyfully. It had been so long since a guardian walked the halls of Hogwarts.
Harry then called his armor again. Fawkes squawked jumping up as the armor appeared and resettled on his shoulder with a disapproving look at Harry. Harry then took the burning sword and pressed the blade to the armor. There was a bright light and the healer's insignia was now a bright burning blue glyph on his armor where the one underneath would be. Harry then saluted to the sky and sent the sword away, lowering his arm. The bright burning insignia of a guardian healer was seen by all, and now part of his armor.
Pomfrey looked shocked. She had of course, heard of this oath, but never thought to meet someone who could make it. It was an old oath, thought to have come from the time of Morgana herself. "The Guardian Healer's Oath is claimed and accepted!" She almost screamed. Pomfrey, Snape, and all the Senior Healers ripped her own robes open showing their left breasts, but more importantly the different glowing healer's glyphs just over their hearts too.
"I give you journeyman Guardian Healer Hadrian James Potter-Black!" and she closed her robe before pinning his journeyman pin to his collar. Harry bowed to her and pulled her into a big hug, before stepping to the podium.
"Thank you, Master Healer Pomfrey! My dream is to become a world-renowned healer, and this is just the latest step on a long road." He bowed to the senior guild healers who smiled and nodded, before hugging his mother who just gripped him with tears in her eyes. Her son was a healer. A guardian healer! Harry then clasped hands with Master Snape and grinned. He received a nod of approval from him in response.
To say the staff was shocked was an understatement. Guardian healers were legendary. They were Knight Protectors who healed the sick, then killed the bandits and lords who had raped and killed amongst the sick. They cared little for laws, judging by the old code. Governments feared them, with cause. Dumbledore shook his head. There was little forgiveness in a guardian. If you were judged, you were often killed. 'What was he to do. What to do.' he thought to himself.
Snape was grinning like a loon. One of my apprentices was already a journeyman guardian healer. Lily's son! It was a good day.
Flitwick had that goblin grin which terrified wizards as they didn't know what it meant. Well today it meant a Guardian Healer was born…who was also a War Magus…and hopefully a goblin-trained long-blade master wielding the goblin-made Caledfwich. Time to talk to the clans about gaining a Wizard Patron. It would soon be time.
Sprout didn't know what to do. She was proud of a legend born of a Hufflepuff, but he was so extreme. On one hand he was a loving, compassionate, loyal family man, and brilliant teacher (she saw last year's marks and heard his occasional tutoring classes). On the other hand, he could kill without a glimmer of remorse, and was brutal and unforgiving in his punishments. The children feared him more than Snape! Poor Luna!
McGonigal looked and saw a child of Lily. People forget that while Lily was kind, compassionate, and brilliant on one hand. She was vicious, unforgiving, and uncompromising on the other hand. This was Lily as a powerful lord. It was terrifying.
Lupin looked and smiled sadly. Here was a child of James and Lily raised by a family that hated him, so he would see to it other children did not suffer his fate. He would be more than willing to kill the parents, and take the children. Everything about him could be explained by simply putting Lily in his place. There was nothing of James here. The forgiveness, the playfulness, the acceptance, the childhood was burned away. It was sad.
That night the SETT had called the whole of Hufflepuff house to note a further notation in THE BOOK. Harry Potter Black was the youngest journeyman healer in 146 years and a Guardian to boot. He was also the youngest intermediate apprentice in Potions, ever. They wondered just how many times Harry would be in the book. Three times by the beginning of third year was a record leaving all previous records in the dust! It was almost an afterthought that Hermione was noted in the book as the second youngest intermediate potions apprentice, ever. Harry made sure everyone knew how significant that accomplishment was, and not to be overshadowed by his own.
Next Tuesday at lunch, Harry and Hermione asked Daphne and Draco if they were ready to go to potions. Daphne said, "I would make a snarky comment about you just wanting to see my luscious arse paddled, but it loses the impact when you have literally had your fingers in my twat and walked away like it was nothing." She noticed their shared smile, and said with irritation "why are the both of you smiling like you are sharing some secret joke?"
Hermione replied, "It's not a joke, but when Cedric asked me the same thing in the same situation, Harry smacked my arse to keep me from making a joke about Cedric enjoying the view of my arse and fanny while being caned. Harry then explained it demeaned me and insulted him when he was not at fault for the situation. Cedric then replied, 'It doesn't matter how good a bottom looks when you are reliving your own caning watching it happen to others.'"
Hermione continued, "All I can say to you is this. If I was being caned today just for showing up, I would still go, and thank Master Snape for the opportunity."
Daphne impressed in spite of herself, "Fair enough, let's get this over with."
On the walk to the school, nobody really felt like talking. Once past the iron door, Harry said, "Tuesdays are in the class room. Again, pick the two desks in front. We will be behind you."
Daphne, said with a coy smile, "So you can get a good look at me?"
Harry snorted with a disappointed look, "Cute…when I saw your pussy from a few feet while massaging your vagina and clit. Truthfully, I can diddle you or even impregnate you and it would be a mechanical act with some lust only. Until Hermione brings you willingly and enthusiastically to my bed, I will not be emotionally attracted to you. Truth."
Daphne then blushed and said apologetically, "I know, I just use the snarky sexy bitch act as a defense mechanism. Ignore it."
The rest of the apprentices showed up and welcomed the new apprentices. Snape came in and walked to the front of the room. He held out his hand to Draco. Draco handed the contract to him. Snape examined it and said, "It appears to be in order. Bare your bottom and lean over my desk." Snape then set the contract down on the corner of the desk.
Draco took off his Robe and slacks. He then removed his pants and walked calmly to the desk. With a sigh, he braced himself on the desk. Snape flicked his wrist and his cane appeared. He swung it through the air, and the whistle made Hermione's bottom clench while she suddenly held her breath. Damn that sound went right to her core, and not in a good way!
Snape asked, "Ready?"
Draco nodded. Whistle THWACK! "Oww!" Draco only shifts somewhat. Whistle THWACK! "OWWW!" and he shifted his bottom back and forth a few times. Whistle THWACK! "Merlin's burning dick!" and he jumped up jogging in place for a few seconds while furiously rubbing his burning bottom.
Snape after a few seconds, ordered "Get dressed and return to your seat."
Snape then went over to Daphne holding out his hand. Daphne took a breath and let it out. She then handed the contract to him.
Snape read it and noted it was authentic. "Miss Greengrass your turn."
Daphne removed her robes and skirt. She then walked to the desk and quickly removed her pants leaning on the desk. "I'm ready Master Snape."
Whistle THWACK! "OWWW" and she starts crying. Whistle THWACH! And she screams crying more, jumping up and rubbing her bottom. After a few seconds Snape motions to return to position. She took a few seconds to get back into position. Whistle THWACK! she let out a bloodcurdling scream jumping up again and bent over while rubbing herself, trying to get the burning out of her bottom.
After a few seconds, Snape said, "Get dressed and back to your desk, miss Greengrass."
Daphne put on her pants hissing. She then returned to her spot and replaced her skirt.
Once Daphne was dressed too, Snape raised his hand.
"All right, two more in the family!" "Great job, you really know how to take it" "Way to get it done." "We are with you." "Welcome! Brother and Sister!" With clapping and cheers. The two are as surprised as Hermione was at the cheering.
Snape raised his hand stopping the cheering, and said, "All right, let's get to work." And Snape started lecturing. Once the day of class was done and the assignment and potion due Friday was assigned, Snape said, "After class, Apprentice Black and Granger are going to take you to the lab and teach you to make bruise balm. You will then use the balm to remove the damage from the cane. I expect a fresh bottom when you enter my class. Being otherwise is stupid. Since I do not hire stupid apprentices, I have to assume you are just trying to get my attention. You will succeed."
He then after a pause continued, "Know this. You will make fresh bruise balm after every caning. Do not use stockpiled balm for my canings. This is part of your training, and part of your punishment. After they walk you through the recipe, you can immediately use it, or take it somewhere else and have someone important to you put it on you. It needs to be placed by another. It will not work if you place it yourself. However, before you leave, they will teach you how to clean your equipment. Leaving the lab with a dirty station is a caning offense."
"You will listen to your senior apprentices. They will try to keep me from caning you. If you listen, they will mostly succeed. Not listening to a senior apprentice recommendation is a caning offence, just as giving bad advice to a junior apprentice is a caning offence. Good day."
Harry said, "All right you two, let's go to the lab. Time to brew your first potion."
Harry worked with Daphne, and Hermione worked with Draco. They walked them through how to make the potion. They were specific, critical, and exacting. They showed where mistakes were usually made, and reminded them if the potion was not made to a medical-standard, the potion would be vanished requiring they start over. This potion took 90 minutes. Concentrating enough to make a medical-grade potion was a trial with a caned bottom.
At the conclusion, Harry graded the potion medical-grade and Hermione nodded Draco's was too. Harry said in all seriousness, "This is Aphrodite's balm, not ordinary bruise balm. It is a private recipe of Master Snape's. This balm heals the injury, and inverts the pain. All the pain present before treatment, turns into sexual pleasure. It is not uncommon to climax during treatment, or beg/demand your applier to help you over the edge. The older apprentices say this can lead to an unbelievable shag. Hermione and I are looking forward to my 14th birthday, so we can try that out."
And Draco barked a short laugh despite the real pain coming from his bottom. Hermione grinned blushing to her chest.
Harry then asked, "Do either of you have someone you would prefer apply the balm? A serious partner, or just a shag friend? If you are in too much pain to wait, you may ask any of the other three people in this room to apply it. Hermione and I will not have sex with you, but we will toss you off or diddle you to completion if necessary. You could ask, each other too. Remember what happens inside the iron door, stays inside the iron door."
Draco glanced at the three and said, "Both Daphne and I are 4th gens, so other than Hermione…who is seriously off the market," and he had a laugh from Daphne while Hermione blushed again, "none of you are eligible as anything, other than a paramour. As much as I like and respect Daphne, believing she would be a terrific shag in the future, the political ramifications are too much to deal with at this time." Now looking at the other two, "I know my brother trusts me…or his ability to kill me." Getting another laugh from all three this time. "I will ask Hermione to toss me, as I am singularly hetero. Sorry bro." Harry made like Draco shot him in the heart, and everyone laughed.
They looked at Daphne, who smiled and said, "I also think Draco would be a terrific shag once 2nd maturation completes, but also have misgivings about the baggage in Slytherin if we became paramours." She looked at Harry and Hermione and decided to go for it. "I am interested in Harry, but know attempting to supplant Hermione would result in a war that would likely destroy magical Britain…or leave it completely vulnerable to Riddle. I am also aware, if I want Harry to love me and not just clinically breed me, it would only happen if Hermione brought me to his bed as a third." Harry and Hermione were listening very intently, and Draco's eyes were wide with Daphne acting like a Gryffindor.
Daphne continued, "Knowing that my way to Harry's bed is to seduce Hermione first. And knowing that while I am bi, I do prefer hetero. I am going to ask Harry to place the balm. Having his hands on me will let me know if pursuing a relationship with Hermione, has a worthwhile end-game."
Hermione walked up to her with a fire in her eyes. She then grabbed Daphne's chin and asked forcefully, "And why would you tell me, you're licking my pussy, just to get my Lord to shag you?"
Daphne groaned in unexpected arousal at the forceful handling, but said "You both are new to this world, yet are rising to the top with political maneuvers that take my breath away. You have both made it abundantly clear, Loyalty to family trumps all. I wanted no deception between us. I want you to know, and trust my intentions, implicitly. It seems I am also a bit of a sub...that was seriously HOT."
Hermione just looked in her eyes, undecided. "You are lucky you told me the truth. I am aware, the road to my Lord's bed comes through my pussy. If you want my Lords dick, you will earn it. Today, we are under the obligation of our master to provide the minimum necessary to climax you. Do not attempt to touch his dick with your hands or any of your holes. Bare yourself."
Daphne with wide eyes, and some desire, dropped her skirt and removed her panties. Hermione then turned her toward the desk and SMACK! hit her bottom over the stripes eliciting a scream. Hermione shoved her to the desk commanding, "Diddle this bitch my Lord, lets see what she can do."
Harry, with blinding speed, grabbed Hermione's chin pulling her to him. He then asked, with a slow quiet dangerous growl "Who are you order this? Do you suppose, you can bring any witch to my bed, and I will just shag her? You will beg me to do so, and then you will attempt to buy that service with your holes. I knew I would need that Strap for your bottom, just not this soon. Bare your bottom, now, and get on the desk! A bit of correction has become necessary."
Hermione quickly dropped her apron, skirt and pants. She went over to the desk shoving Daphne out of the way, and lay down on it, with her bottom and legs hanging down. Harry stalked over twitching his hand and the strap appeared in it. He laid into her with a will, delivering 20 hard smacks and having Hermione howling by 10, and sobbing by 20. He then said, "Get up and get dressed." Hermione jumped up and did a respectable spanking dance for a while, before getting dressed still crying and sniffling. Harry commanded, "Now apologize to Heir Greengrass! This was not the time, nor the place, to submit her."
Hermione still teary eyed, roughly curtseyed to Daphne (Her bottom REALLY hurt), "I am sorry Heir Greengrass. My Lord, is of course, correct. We will continue our discussion another time. Please accept my most sincere apology."
Daphne attempted to curtsey back, wincing. "It was understandable. You haven't shagged him yet, so being highly possessive and territorial is to be expected. Your apology is appreciated, though unnecessary." Looking at Harry. "I would really appreciate the balm now. The pain is getting…bad."
Harry, immediately dropping into healer mode, with a kind and compassionate face said, "I would be happy to assist you, Daphne. Please bare your bottom, and lie down on Master Snape's desk with your bottom and legs hanging over."
Daphne, while appreciating the kind healer's voice, thought she would have much preferred, the furious Lord Black with his strap. She shuddered at the idea of him delivering correction and taking his pleasure from her. As she got into position, she thought…someday. Harry said "Take a big breath, now let it out forcefully. While she let it out, he lathered a significant amount into the three cane marks, and Hermione's slap. She gasped, then immediately groaned. He kept massaging it into her bottom until the marks were gone. Noticing she was nearing climax, he kept massaging her bottom with his left hand, while reaching forward and quickly rubbing her clit. She immediately froze up, and crashed into a serious climax yelling "Harry!" Harry kept rubbing until she waved him away. Harry then cleaned his hands and closed the jar for Daphne, no longer looking at her bare bottom.
Meanwhile Draco was treated by Hermione. He started thrusting his hips so Hermione grabbed his dick and pumped it a couple of times until he came all over the floor. She kept squeezing and pumping him until he waved her away. He had just groaned without calling out a name. She then cleaned her hands and closed the jar. Once both were done, Harry and Hermione showed them exactly how Master Snape wanted the equipment cleaned, while Harry quietly vanished the mess the two made on Snape's desk. Once done. They were ready to leave. As the four walked out, they saw a message about dinner in the break room, signed your new family.
Draco grunted, "You guys are really mounting the complete Charm offensive."
Hermine laughed before wincing at the bounce in her buttocks reigniting the fire there. She then said, "There is nothing temporary about this. It goes the whole year. If you two are still here next year, it will be your turn to show next year's new apprentices, this is the real deal. I haven't tried yet, but I fully expect if I contacted Master Bexley in Paris, she would help me…or cane me if I was wasting her time." Hemione continued leading the four to the break room. There was a complete spread set for the four of them at a table. Daphne saw the food, and made a pleased sound. A note on it said, 'Eat well, your brother apprentices.'
Hermione gasped and winced as she sat down. Daphne concerned at the evident amount of pain Hermione was showing, "Why haven't you balmed your bottom? You can't show up to Snapes class like this."
Hermione grimaced saying, "You are correct. I also don't recommend coming to Instructor Black's class with a bruised bottom. He is just as unforgiving, and will find reasons to sting you. He won't miss. My lord, after chastising me, will let me know when my bottom is to be treated. As this is Tuesday, I fully expect he won't allow it until Thursday morning." Hermione saw sympathy, and more than a small amount of envy and desire in Daphne's eyes. Hermione agreed. This really hurt, but the make-up sex was going to be glorious.
All four ate, talked, laughed and joked. The four were well on their way, to becoming fast friends.