Thanks for the reviews. This was originally part of last chapter, but I decided to split it up. This work contains underage sensuality, nudity, pedophilia, incest, and language.

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The sound echoed ominously throughout the cavern.

The door opened and Professor McGonagal stood in the doorway. Her lips twitched slightly in amusement and irritation at Star's boob baring bikini top, shortened tie, three inch skirt, pink microbikini bottoms that barely preserved her modesty, pink combat boots, and her provocative position.

They twitched again as her eyes took in Hermione, Sally-Anne, and the Weasleys, the two sisters giving each other a slight kiss.

"De firs' years prof'ss'r," Hagrid said, drawing the Deputy Headmistress's attention.

"Thank you, Hagrid," the elderly teacher said.

After the giant headed away she said, please follow me." She led them up multiple flights of staircases that, Star could feel, had an annoying tendency to move. The Transfiguration teacher stopped in an alcove the contained a pair of twenty foot doors that were quartered with carvings of a lion, eagle, badger, and a snake. She turned to face them. "Welcome to your first year at Hogwarts. The school is separated into four houses based on your attributes: Griffindor for the brave and courageous; Hufflepuff, for those loyal, and hard working; Ravenclaw, for the smart, and studious, and Slytherin, for the cunning, and ambitious. While you are here, your house will be like your family. Your triumphs, will earn you points. Any rule breaking, and you will lose points.

"While I must leave now, in a few moments, I will return to lead you into the great hall. Please do what you can to look presentable... or baring that," her eyes lit on the five scantly clad Veela and Succubus, "control your urges," she told the girls who had their hands against eachother's private areas.

Turning on her heel she slipped behind the door.

"That's a woman even I wouldn't bed," Star said, her head against Hermione's breast.

Before her friends and mates could reply, a male voice said, "So the rumors were true. There's a Succubus at Hogwarts."

The crowd of first years parted to reveal a bleach blonde boy with piercing gray eyes, small pointed nose and soft jaw came forward, flanked by two hulking boys.

They were wearing expensive black robes and uniform, which had dresspants rather than a skirt.

"What of it," Star said with a shrug.

"I'm Malfoy," the blonde stated, "Draco Malfoy, and I have been given permission to over you a marriage..."

"No," Star growled. "I dislike men at the best of times and hate any guy that just want ta get in my pants."

At the boy's look of anger Hermione and Sally-Anne steped back.

"This isn't gonna end well,"Hermione whispered as the boy angrily advanced.

"What would you know about it he hissed as he moved to grab her, his pale cheeks were red in anger.

"Two Galleons says she decks him," Sally-Anne said.

Hermione shook her head. "Sucker's bet."

"What would you know," he demanded reaching for her wrist, "you're nothing but a mindless whor..." His attempt to grab her was interrupted by Star's fist smashing in his face. Though she reigned in her cyborg-Succubus strength, he flew backwards ten feet, sprawling to the ground, his bloody nose broken, amid the snickering of the students and outright laughing of Hermione and Sally-Anne, their breasts heaving.

"You'll pay for that!" he hissed, face twisted in rage, "Crabbe! Goyle!"

The two hulks started for Star, only to stop as she raised her hand, palm to the ceiling, conjuring a fireball. The flickering light highlighted her curves, and made her bare skin seem to glow. She raised an eyebrow. "Do you really want to mess with a Succubus?" The two wisely backed away. Star closed her fist, the fireball dissipating. "Good boys." Star returned to Hermione and Sally-Anne, draping herself on the taller Veela just as McGonagal came in.

"What happened here?" she demanded at seeing Malfoy's busted nose.

"That whore attacked me!" the blonde screamed.

McGonagal raised an eyebrow at Star.

She shrugged, causing her breasts to bob. "He got too frisky."

McGonagal nodded, temporarily fixing the blonde's nose with a spell and vanishing the blood. "I would have done more," she muttered.

Turning to the others she said, "Please follow me."

As they followed the professor Malfoy got close enough to whisper, "My father shall hear of this!"

"And he'll see what happens when you mess with a Dragon-Born," Star countered nonchalantly as they were led into the Great Hall.

The hall was massive, lit by hundreds of thousands of candles that floated within the duplicate of the sky a hundred feet above. Most of the 200 by 150 foot rectangle was taken up by four 80ftx20ft heavy oak tables that were about four feet high. Above each table hung a banner: a red shield with a yellow lion rampant, a blue rectangle with an eagle with spread wings, an yellow hexagon with a black badger, and a green trishield with a silver snake. At each table sat groups of students wearing mostly robes that were trimmed either red, blue, yellow, or green.

At the far end of the room, taking up the last fifty or so feet was a raised dais where the teachers sat, which Star could only see because it was a foot higher than the rest of the room. Sitting at its center in a ornate wooden throne- like chair was an elderly professor wearing outlandish purple robes with yellow stars, his flowing silver beard disappearing under the table. 'Dumbledore,' the cyborg thought in anger. Piercing electric blue eyes peered over half moon specs, and as their eyes met Star felt a probe against her mental shields. As amusing as it would be to let him so she could sic an enraged Henrietta on him, courtesy of her defenses, the retired cyborg turned to look over the others, breaking the attempted contact without showing him her true abilities. He turned away, none the wiser.

'Later old bastard,' she vowed, 'I never forgot who placed me with that monster.'

The spot on his right was empty, presumably for professor McGonagal. On his left were three teachers, two men, one wearing a purple turban, the other with greasy black hair and filthy black robes, and a woman with unkempt frizzy dark hair bound in a scarf and thick glasses that made her eyes seem much bigger than they should be. On his right were three others: a incredibly short man who looked like he had a goblin for an ancestor, a rather round woman with brown frizzy hair who wore dirt stained robes and a pointed hat, and a tall, slender woman with light blonde hair.

Unable to see much more because of her three and a half foot height, though boosted to 3ft10 by her four inch soles, Star flapped her wings, her skirt billowing a little and her boobs jiggling with the movements of her wings as she rose to six feet off the ground as they reached halfway down the aisle.

Now able to see properly she saw that each of the groups seemed somewhat similar in looks, and emotions. On the far left sat the students in red. They were all fairly muscular, some more than others, and acted boisterous. Their emotions when they saw her and the other Veela, Star noticed, were mostly lust with an undertone of protection. 'Uh, no," Star thought, 'I'm not a fucking flower that needs protection thank you very much.'

Looking at the next table, she saw that the students in blue, male and female, were a little thin, though Star could see they were mostly muscle. From the bits of conversation, and random thoughts that she couldn't help pick up- though Star tried really hard to stay out of people's heads- it was from carting books around. Their emtions consisted of both lust and curiosity. As they stopped in front of the dais, Star idly noticed that the girls in blue were some of the most endowed students in the school, their shirts straining to contains breasts ranging in size from her own to Hermione and Ron's, though she was slightly disappointed that the shirts fit properly. 'Wouldn't mind going there if they weren't so damn curious. They'd probably turn me into a test subject.'

Before she could take a proper look at the others, Star heard movement behind her she turned to see the hat's wrinkles contort into a face and form a rip near near the brim and burst into song.

Oh you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
if you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folks use any means
To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!

Star clapped with the others as McGonagal unfurled a scroll of parchment.

When the applause died down the elderly professor said, "When I call your names, please come forward."

She paused for moment, looked at the parchment, and said, "Abbot, Hannah."

A cute brown haired girl came up and nervously sat on the stool as McGonagal placed the hat on her head. There was silence for a moment, before the rip opened and the hat shouted, "HUFFLEPUFF!" As the girl headed over to the table with the students dressed in the yellow trimmed robes. Their musculature was a mix of the previous two, an obvious testament to their rep for being hardworking. The girls were fairly blessed in the breast department, but not overly, their largest about halfway between Hermione's and Star's. Their emotions though caught Star's attention: no lust. Instead, she felt friendliness, which could be used as a substitute.

"I think I just found my house," she whispered to her mates as the next girl, Bones, Susan, joined Abbot at the table. A quick glance at Henrietta and Sally-Anne thought the same. Star noticed that Hannah and Susan's hands were intertwined, and their feelings of love toward one another. 'Interesting,' the Succubus thought, 'Perhaps I should keep an eye on those two.'

She turned her attention to the last table. The students withe green trim were mostly the thinest in the school, though a fair few some muscle, Star's fighting instinct telling her that they were bodyguards. They girl's were the most endowed, most the size of Hermione, though a few of the older ones had breasts the size of basketballs.

It was their emotions though that set her off: it was almost pure lust, mixed with a slight amount of selfishness. Their thoughts were no better, only wanting her for themselves. 'Definitely not,' Star thought, 'I had enough of being used. Even if the girls are the prettiest, they're way too selfish.

As she came to her decision, her name was called.

"Genantone, Stella," McGonagal called, without stumbling over her first name Star was pleased to hear.

As Star floated over, her bikini clad, bocce ball sized breasts bobbing with the movements of her wings, she could hear the whispers about her:

"That's her!"

"The Succubus."

"Little short, but nice boobs!"

Star scowled to herself; while she appreciated that they liked her body, that wasn't all to her.

'They need ta learn ta keep to themselves; I'm a slut yeah but on my own terms damn it!'

Star hovered over the stool a moment before flopping down onto the stool- warm from the many students against the bare skin of her butt. Her breasts, bouncing from her flying and abrupt drop, settled as she folded her wings behind her. Star left her tail curled behind her, leaving her tiny pink, white star micro-string-bikini and cleft crotch exposed.

McGonagal placed the Sorting Hat on her head.

Darkness met her eyes as her seven year old head disappeared inside.

Star immediately felt a probe against her shields. She concentrated on her shields keeping them out.

Half a minute later, she heard a deep baritone voice that matched the Sorting Hat muttering in her ear. "Miss. Dragon-Born, would you mind lowering your mental shields please?"

"No one fucks around in my head unless I want them to Hat," Star said in a low growl.

"Please Miss. Dragon-Born," the hat said, "I need to see your memories that I may sort you."

"And let you tell other people my secrets? You'd be better off trying to move the fucking Earth."

"I'm not allowed to tell anyone about what I find," the hat said.

Star could read the truth in his words. "My mind is not a nice place Hat," she warned, "I've been through hell."

"I understand."

Taking a deep breath, Star opened a hole in her shields just small enough to let the Hat's probe through, though she left her defenses in place to mess with the Hat a bit.

The Hat poked its probe through, only to instantly find itself running through the halls of a monastery being chased by a very naked, very big breasted, and very enraged, brunette firing a P90 submachine gun.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!"

The Hat halted, not daring to look as Star's voice cried out, "Henrietta Stand down!"

At the clang of falling metal the Hat chanced a look behind him, only to see a naked Star and the other girl sharing a kiss. The brunette, Henrietta he guessed, was tall enough that Star had been lifted off the ground her legs wrapped around the girl's torso. Star's arms were around the Henrietta's neck, while Henrietta's were down beneath the Succubus's butt. Their breasts, both the size of soccerballs, he noted, were pressed together, their nipples fully erect.

A second after the Hat processed this the two girls pulled away, Star beginning to hover in place, her bare breasts bobbing with each beat of her wings. Henrietta then dissipated into tiny motes of light.

"Sorry about that," Star said looking at him, a sad look in her eye, her hands clasped against her slit, "I forgot my mate's projection is a bit overprotective. No one's tried to get in my mind before."

The Hat shook his head. "That is quite alright."

Before he could say anything else Star turned, her breasts jiggling as she did so. She walked down the hall, beckoning to him with her tail.

As they walked, the Sorting Hat said, "If you do not mind my asking, where are we?"

"Where I grew up for the most part," she said after a moment, as they paused at a set of oak wood double doors nearly four inches thick.

Star landed, her breasts bouncing as she did so, and with great strength pulled the door open.

The Hat, needless to say, was fairly shocked: instead of the ancient stone and wood he expected, it was a perfect blend of old and modern. Against the stone walls of the twenty by twenty foot room were steel bookshelves lined with both DVDs and VHS tapes that he assumed contained her memories. Scattered about the room were plush pink overstuffed chairs and love seats. On the left wall was a fifty inch plasma TV.

"Have a seat, Hat," the naked Succubus said, drawing the Hat from his stupor.

"Call me Al, Miss. Genantone," the school artifact said as he took a seat in one of the love seats.

Star smiled at that as she, her naked soccerball sized breasts bobbing, floated over to shelf. "Call me Star." She picked an older VHS tape, and six DVDs, floated over to the TV, and placed them into their slots, giving the Hat a good view of her naked rear as she did so.

Now that the novelty of her mindscape had worn off, the Hat finally noticed. "Do you have to be naked," the embarrassed Hat asked, his cheeks red.

Star smirked as she sat down in the chair next to him, her naked breasts bobbing as she settled, her legs crossed over her crotch. "My mind, my rules." Reaching into her cleavage with her tail she pulled out a plastic universal remote. Dropping it into her hand she flicked the on the TV and press the play button for the VHS player. The screen lit up showing a horse-like woman that the Hat recognized.

He chuckled. "Well, well, Miss. Potter..."

"Genantone," Star said, turning her yellow and pink eyed glare at the Hat.

The Hat held up a hand. "Sorry Miss. Genantone." Unable to keep looking at her naked form due to embarrassment, he turned back to watch the memories of Star's time at the Dursleys, which played in fast forward. "You do know everyone is looking for you," he stated.

Star snorted. "Let them look. Serves Dumbles right for placing his trust in someone else ta do his dirty work."

The Hat shook his head at that. "I told Albus he was making a mistake." He looked at her out of the corner of his eye, unwilling to look at her naked form full on. "Why does everyone think you're a boy?"

"Lily and James were alone when she gave birth to me. They hid my gender because Lily was a Demi-Succubus, and James a carrier." Star sighed, her pointer finger gently tracing a circle a top her naked left breast. "They wanted to make sure I could live my own life."

The Hat growled a little as he saw Star's fat uncle whipping her. "That bastard!"

"You're tellin' me," Star said, "Petunia and Amarilys weren't so bad though. Petunia even helped me a couple of times." The tape then reached to her trip to Italy.

"This part's important," Star said, playing the tape at a normal speed.

The Hat growled again as Vernon, his wife and daughter behind him, forced the five year old into an alley. Star fought back, but the big man over powered her enraged. "You bitch!" the man began to beat her. He slammed a fist the size of six pound sledge hammer into her chest. Star flew across the alley, crashing into the wall. Her head smacked against the wall with a sickening crunch, collapsing unconscious. As Vernon advanced on her niece, Petunia cried, in agony. Vernon proceeded to rape her. As soon as he touched her though Star glowed with a pink light. It was Vernon's turn to scream in agony as all of his life flowed into Star. The human walrus fell to the ground. Petunia looked at the prone form of her niece a moment, then she gently picked her up. "I don't deserve to keep you," she murmured, "but I can make up for my mistakes."

The image dissolved to static.

"How do you remember that last part," the Hat asked, "You were unconscious."

"Petunia told me." Star then started the first DVD.

The Hat watched her first moments in the SWA: the cyborgnization process. In the first few months Star helped research better medicine once they found her Succubus blood rendered her immune to the conditioning side-effects. The new medicine led to the complete recovery of Angelica, and the continued existence and long life of the other cyborgs.

Al was glad that the girls would now lead long, full lives, even if they would be filled with killing.

The doctors also placed a different kind of implant in Star, one that would inject her with sperm in case of emergency and she needed an energy boost.

A saw her time with the other cyborgs, Henrietta, who became her mate, the blonde Triela who later started dating the black haired Claes, Angelica and Rico.

Al saw Star begin her information gathering in the brothels, usually going to the proper area two months ahead. He saw her meet and mate Hermione and Sally-Anne.

He saw Star work on the E350 van that Antonio, her single male mate, owned.

Finally, Al saw the loss of her first mate, and her retirement to the States.

As Star turned the screen off, Al shook his head. "That truly is a lot to go through," he told the naked girl.

The cyborg waved her hand dismissively. "It's in the past."

"Well, I have an idea of where to put you. You are certainly brave enough for Griffindore, but you aren't too brash. You are certainly bright enough for Ravenclaw, but again, you don't value knowledge for its own sake, but rather what you can do with it. Slytherin-"

"Not Slytherin." Star growled, her dual colored gaze glaring at him.

Al shook his head. "I was not going to suggest that. I shudder to think what you would to to the Snake Pit."

The naked girl grinned, her yellow and pink eyes glowing in anticipation. "That leaves only one place." she exclaimed happily, her naked breast bobbing as she bounced in her seat.

Al nodded. "During the school year, I'm up in the Headmaster's office. Please come see me sometime."

"I'd rather stay away from Dumbledore, but I'll drop you a mentalline."

The Hat nodded. "HUFFLEPUFF!"

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