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World 1 - Harry Potter
Part 12
Umbridge's Cottage. Wizarding World.
I really did love my magical motorbike because as long as I had an idea of where I wanted to go the bewitched vehicle would take me there. The bike didn't even need me to do much more than hold on and thanks to some well-placed charms the sound made by the bike could be muffled. This was useful because this night Raven and I were up to something sneaky.
As to how we'd known to come to this exact place that was thanks to Luna, she was a Seer and as the title suggested she saw important things, such as Raven and I coming to this pleasant seeming cottage in the middle of the night to deal with a rather nasty witch called Madam Umbridge. Since I could see images inside a person's mind it wasn't too hard to get a look at this cottage so that I knew where to come even if I didn't know exactly where I was.
It was a little risky going after a government official even one that no-one really liked, but Luna had foreseen our success and as far as I knew fanon Seer Luna was never wong. Besides I trusted my fellow Ravenclaw and even if we did get caught I knew that Raven would break us both out of custody long before we reached Azkaban. Things might get tricky for us after that, but I had a few plans ready to go if the worst happened.
The reason we'd come this night (as if we needed a reason to get rid of the toad in human form) was because Umbitch was working towards passing yet another law which would make it harder for werewolves and other 'dark' creatures to find jobs. In fact, it would prevent Remus Lupin from teaching at Hogwarts and therefore must have failed in the canon timeline, and possibly due to our interference in events it could pass here. But it wasn't the main motivation for our actions so much as it was simply an excuse to remove a blight on this world and loot her home. Luna's vision just assured that we'd be here this night.
Not long after I parked the bike Raven began to work her mojo, quickly bringing down the wards to this home, she was getting rather good at this and had time to tell me how weak they were. I knew that the bad guys could be very arrogant, but this just seemed reckless. Perhaps Umbitch believed that her position within the magical government was all the protection she'd ever need so she'd not bothered to pay for proper wards. That or she'd be upgrading them soon and that was why he had to come here this night. Luna's ability to see the future didn't make her all-knowing and her visions didn't come with any footnotes.
Once she was done with the wards my longest-serving consort placed some spells on the two of us with her wand to aid us with stealth just before we entered the cottage. Soon the two of us stood outside the Umbitches' study which was the only room with anyone it according to my consort and I heard Raven take a deep breath before stepping forward right threw the door using her dark energy to cover the door just before she moved. Once on the other side of the door, I heard an unlocking sound and I was able to enter the study.
Upon seeing the Umbitch I could tell that she was greatly surprised. Which made sense as from her perspective Raven would have simply appeared out of nowhere and the two of us wearing black robes which covered our entire bodies with hoods that covered our faces. We must look like Death Eaters or some kind of dark wizards. We'd worn these outfits just in case she somehow escaped, not that this was likely.
Given this, it was natural that the cardigan-wearing kitten lover panicked. However, the panic was short-lived as I stunned the evil Witch as Raven held her place before summoning her wand to me. I didn't consider it a trophy since I'd not duelled the woman, and I wouldn't be stupid enough to try given my limited eduction in magic, but it might come in useful one day and since I'd defeat its last owner I could have the wand serve me. Snape's wand served me well enough despite me not having defeated its owner directly, even I had decided that he would be trapped as Umbridge would soon be, inside a magical tome. Wands were somewhat alive and self-aware it seemed as such they could have their own reasons for choosing to serve another.
"Take a look around the house," I said once Umbitch was secured in a book "make sure that there aren't any portraits or anything else that can talk around here. There must be no witnesses. Oh and we might as well trash the place since we want it to look like a Death Eater attack, that means you can steal all of the books".
I couldn't see her face, but I knew that she was smiling.
"As you wish, my master," she said.
I rolled my eyes upon hearing that and began looting the place while keeping an ear out for anyone from the Ministry. Raven could deal with the books, I wanted a look at the bitch's files and to find out if she had any gold stashed around here.
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Hogwarts. Wizarding World.
Raven sat on the armchair that faced her lover's bed and pretended not to be watching what was going on before her. Her master, something she only called him to tease him, was currently having some fun to celebrate their successful raid. This would keep them up very late, but that was okay as they had no lessons tomorrow.
Luna seemed very happy with how things had worked out as she was expressing this by riding their lord's thick cock. The Seer was facing away from James and towards Raven, as the small Ravenclaw student did her best to please the man who more or less owned them. Not that he acted as if he did most of the time.
Raven sat there dressed only in one of Jame's t-shirts, which she found comfortable enough to sleep in, she watched enviously and remembered a time not so long ago when only she engaged in such acts with her lover. Some jealously was to be expected in this situation, and Raven had mostly put it behind her, she even liked Luna, but because she'd been giving James a cold shoulder recently due to some public humiliation, and so she'd started to miss not only the pleasure of sex but also the intimacy of it.
"You should join in" Luna suggested.
Given how casual she sounded a person could be forgiven for thinking that the Seer had simply invited Raven to share a snack or join in with a friendly game of cards. The former Teen Titan had been expecting this to happen, for James to not only fuck one of them while another of his harem were in the room but to get them to do things with each other. He'd not rushed this and for that the spellcaster was grateful.
Not really knowing what to do Raven got up off the comfy armchair and got closer to Luna. Despite having known that something rather interesting was about to happen, the former demi-demon was shocked by the sudden move when her fellow Ravenclaw witch began to kiss her. They lingered there, kissing for nearly a minute before the daughter of Trigon decided that she was going that cock inside her. Girl on girl action would be entertaining for their lover, however, they had plenty of time for that sort of thing. None of them was going anywhere.
"Wanna do me in the butt?" she asked James.
Since he was an ass guy he wouldn't be able to resist and since Luna had a more petite figure than Raven it was doubtful that she match the offer. The Seer got off their lover and took a moment to look at the backside of her fellow harem member.
"Won't that be painful?" the blond enquired.
Raven smiled at Luna before moving so that lips against James's cock and then she began to lick it. Running her tongue up and down the shaft, she felt it's warmth against her face and it made her hornier. So much so that she couldn't help reaching down and playing with herself as she pleasured her man. She'd gotten plenty of experience performing oral on James over the last year so she knew exactly what would feel good and Luna would be learning a thing or two even if she was pleasuring herself as she watched.
Raven wasn't paying attention to Luna's masturbation, she was wrapped up in the blowjob. She intended to get James close to cumming so that he wouldn't spend to much time pounding her backdoor. The spells she would soon cast would ensure that experience didn't make a lot of mess or make her too sore, but James wasn't one for tender lovemaking so she wanted him to finish up quickly and she'd get to show Luna how much their master enjoyed fucking her.
Once the spells were cast Raven moved in front of James, and got onto all fours, she presented herself to him like a dog. Her ass and pussy were exposed and she did her best to wiggle her hips in a clear invitation for him to reach his climax inside her. Either hole was fine with her, and she knew which he wanted right now.
The player of the CYOA wasted no time, getting behind her as he began to force his slobber covered cock inside her butt. Raven bit down on her lower lip and closed her eyes waiting for him. Once he was inside her he began fucking her ass and he wasn't planning on stopping any time soon even if his dick might have other ideas.
Watching the show, Luna continued to rub her clit with ease that came from a lot of practice as she enjoyed the show. She didn't think that she'd ever manage to take James's big cock as Raven did. The dark-haired witch made it look easy. Lucky for her he greatly enjoyed her tight cunt. As it turned out he wasn't the only one as once he was done making use of Raven's ass her master ordered the two girls to finish each other off. Not able to disobey due to their contracts the two witches got into a sixty-nine position and did their best to follow out their master's command.
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Hogwarts. Wizarding World.
The standard of education and quality of life here at the school had somewhat improved now that Snape wasn't teaching, not that he'd really done any teaching. Since Slughorn had taken over and shifted favouritism in potions class over to students with important relatives or in some cases actual talent, and activity ignoring the offspring of Death Eaters, things seemed to be more peaceful. If it was if a shadow had been lifted from the castle, the days even seemed sunnier.
Not that I was out enjoying the unexpected good weather as yet again I was hanging in the library with Hermione and Luna, who got on well enough, and Raven, or Rachel as she was known within the school, had thankfully cooled off after I'd humiliated her in that Defence Class, and now was hanging out with us again. It wasn't as if she had other friends or could stop being mine, she had a contract that stated otherwise.
Recently she'd admitted to trying to transfigure my clothes into a blue onesie during a meal, but transfiguration doesn't work very well against someone who wears a lot of dragonhide. She had turned some of my causal clothing the colour blue but that had more to do with her liking blue, and I knew the colour changing charm so it wasn't a big deal and she should have something going her way in exchange for me publicly humiliating her.
I wasn't focused much on my schoolwork because I had three brilliant witches who were willing to help me with it and so I was free to some plenty of time studying on different matters. I'd recently began looking into wandless magic because I'd figured it made more sense to learn about that than it would do to depend on wands that could be destroyed or misplaced while we were in other worlds with no hope of gaining any replacements beyond those we brought with us.
"The wand is a European invention, and while African witches and wizards have adopted it as a useful tool in the last century, many spells are cast simply by pointing the finger or through hand gestures. This gives Uagadou students a sturdy line of defence when accused of breaking the International Statute of Secrecy".
That quote along with others read seemed a little bais towards wands, but that was to be expected since this was a library in Britan so naturally, the books here would support a European invention over foreign ideas.
"Such magic is often difficult to perform, and can have unexpected or volatile results if not done properly".
I had some more quotes taken from one book or another.
"To perform magic without a wand is beyond most wizards. As much like fire, magic can be raging, chaotic and volatile – that's why wizards use wands to channel it – and requires the utmost skill and discipline to control. Wandless magic is like riding a bike with no hands. During an earthquake".
I knew this not to be true because I was an average wizard with only a year of schooling and I could move things with my mind. I needed gestures to help me focus on what I was doing as they helped me visualise what I wanted to happen, but the results were predictable even if they weren't impressive when compared to what I could do with a wand.
As I read some more I discovered that some non-Western Wizarding cultures do not use wands, such as the already mentioned students at the African school Uagadou, where they only use hand gestures to perform magic, Native American Shamans use talismans to channel their power. The Native American Shamans have perfected the art of transforming into animals as Animagi with no wands necessary for the process.
In this country young witches and wizards do not receive wands until they receive their Hogwarts letters, so all underage magic is wandless, at least in theory. So it seemed to me that the way to figure out how to do wandless magic is to find out why accidental magic happens and to see if it's possible to control those circumstances. I suspected that strong emotion was the key, that made sense since a lot of the Dark Arts required to want to cause suffering and death for them to work.
As I read I began to suspect that there were three main reasons, aside from safety, as to why wandless magic was discouraged in favour of wand magic. The first being that wands can be checked for the last spell cast which sometimes makes it easier to identify who cast what spell. The second is that it makes it easier to contain a wizard or witch if they think they need their wand to do all magic since you can take their wand away. The final reason I suspected was that because wand magic took hard work to learn that the writers of the books on the subject were simply unable to learn how to use it and didn't want to admit their own lack of talent.
"James," said Hermione as she came over to me "Can I talk to you about something".
I moved over to a less crowded part of the library before the bushy-haired one began to speak.
"Over the holidays my parents and I are going skiing in the Alps" I was informed "and they've told me that I can invite you to come with us".
This was a surprise and at first, I didn't know what to say, then I remembered that I avoided anything to do with Christmas, birthdays and other holidays as much as possible but I really didn't care for them.
"No thank you," I said.
Hermione looked taken aback so I figured it would be best to explain my refusal.
"I don't do family stuff and Christmas" I informed my consort.
She didn't look happy and she soon let me know why.
"The thing is I told my parents that you're my boyfriend" Hermione admitted, "I had to tell them something about you after they saw you in France".
It wasn't as if she could tell them that she'd signed up to the be the consort of a dimensional traveller. Even in the magical world, it would sound completely mad.
"Just tell them that I don't have a passport or any ID in the Muggle world," I said the witch "So I can't use airports".
Any documents that proved my existence in the non-magical world would be at the orphanage that I'd abandoned and I had no desire to return to that place.
"That's not a problem," Hermione told me "We'll be taking an international portkey directly the Ministry over in Switzerland and from Bern we'll take a train to the town nearest the ski resort".
International portkeys were expensive but worth it to avoid getting on a plane around Xmas.
"I'll go with you and take my own portkey back before Christmas really starts" I decided.
Hermione's uncharacteristic girly squeal of joy hurt my eardrums but the witch didn't notice as she was too busy hugging me.
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Hogwarts. Wizarding World.
With a great deal of focus, I got the silver sickle to move between my open fingers. I'd been practising my telekinesis, not that it was called that here, I was getting rather good at this and as expected it was my earliest lessons in magic given to me by Raven, which focused a lot on the mind, that gave the focus to do this sort of thing.
So far I could only move small objects, however, this didn't worry me as, like any skill, it would improve with practice. I doubted I'd ever be able to move anything like a car or do something precise as to stop a bullet if I needed to do something that impressive I'd make use of my wand, that was why such tools existed.
"I think I remember this part" Raven whispered to me.
The Quidditch teams of the Lion and Snake Houses had met while on their way to the pitch, and Malfoy, their new Seeker since he'd bribed his way onto the team, was showing off the team's new brooms. Hermione wasn't even here, as she'd been replaced by Ginny Weasly in this timeline, so there was no one around for Malfoy to call a Mudblood, but that didn't stop him from running his mouth off by bringing up the Weasel family's lack of wealth.
"Ah the good old Slytherin-Gryffindor show," I said.
I found it amazing how the older version of Malfoy and Weasly (the boy one) were so like there child counterparts, it made me wonder if either of them would ever grow up. The girl Weasly stayed close to her crush, who barely seemed to notice her, while her older brother threatened a whole load of snakes.
"Maybe we'll see a fight," I whispered.
Luna made some comment about Wrackspurts in their heads as the two sports teams moved away from each other.
"Guess no epic battle in the courtyard" I muttered, "I was so looking forward to a show".
Raven mentioned something about them all taking their sport way too seriously while I reminded myself that not of the CYOA could be entertaining. A lot of it was rather dull if I ever got around to writing a retelling of my life on the CYOA I'd be certain to omit this part.
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Graveyard. Little Hangleton.
Once again the enchanted motorbike brought us to a barely populated part of England that looked as if it had no reason for me to come and visit, yet this was the second time I'd been here. Not so long ago Raven and I had recovered the Gaunt Ring from what remained of their shack and now we'd come to the town's graveyard in the dead of night to do something that I found morally repugnant despite the fact that it could save many lives.
Since this was not a fun task there was no reason to delay or stand around chatting. Instead Raven and I moved to the grave of Tom Riddle Senior, Voldemort's Muggle father, so we could come here to do what needed to be done. This was to replace Tom Riddle Senior's bones with those brought from a rather unpleasant shop in Knockturn Alley. Getting bones from a human male who'd died so long ago hadn't been easy, but when you had lots of gold some problems were easier to solve than they otherwise would be.
Raven used her powers to easily move the dirt out of the way so as to uncover the coffin, or what was left of it after so many decades.
"You might want to turn away" my consort suggested.
I did so and listened as she soon began to replace dirt into the grave. Raven would have already destroyed the real bones and replaced them with bones from another man so that if Voldemort attempted the same ritual in this timeline as he did in the books/movies then it would fail. Perhaps causing him to return to his spirit form, or at least cause problems with his new body. For all, we knew the whole ritual could result in an explosion.
"Since I did the hard work you can handle the rest," said Raven.
Not that she should be telling me what to do, but to be fair she'd done the real icky part and so I'd let her order me about this time. Besides all I had to do was spray some potion on the dirt that would make the plant life grow faster. Before long new grass and weeds would appear so that it wouldn't look as if anyone had tampered with the grave.
"Right then back to the manor and then on to Hogwarts," I said.
Once back home we'd use the Vanishing Cabinets to enter the Room of Requirement and from there we'd sneak back to the dorm rooms using the map to avoid anyone else who was out of bed at such a late hour.
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Hogwarts. Wizarding World.
Since Lockhart wasn't at the school I was surprised to read about a duelling club starting up, there was no big snake monster around nor were there any sigs of Voldemorts return. Since Sirus Black, a trained Hit Wizard, would be leading the club it seemed safe to assume that Dumbledore wanted the students trained in combat. Perhaps the disappearance of Snape and Umbridge had him thinking that there would be trouble ahead. I'd made sure to make it look as if Death Eaters were behind both disappearances.
The Duelling Room that the club would be held in was built down here the dungeons at an unknown time and had been here when Sirus Black was a student, in order to allow students to practise duelling. He told us that Professor Dumbledore decided to leave the marks from various spells on the walls as a visual reminder of the dangers associated with the sport as during this peacetime duelling was just a sport and often performed as entertainment.
Flitwick would be helping to run the club yet the word was he seemed reluctant to do so, partly due to the fact that duelling was forbidden on school grounds for good reasons as no one wanted untrained spellcaster attacking each other in mock duels around the school. Also, rumour had it that Flitwick's career as a professional duellist had ended badly, resulting in the death of a duellist, this might be mere talk, but it would explain why he didn't wish to run the club or duel anyone.
Unlike with Lockhart, there was no stage or needless introduction, and much bigger effort was made for student safety. The actual duels took place in a room separate than the one we all stood in now. Pretty much everyone in the first three school years had come here today, since the club is divided into years so as to keep things fairer, and the duels would be watched through a one-way mirror that we were told Dumbledore had personally enchanted so it was unlikely to be shattered by anything we could do.
Professor Black explained to use, rather needlessly in my case, that a Wizard's duel was a formal practice in wizarding culture in which two or more wizards or witches engaged in combat under the condition that only magical means could be used. The combatants faced each other and bowed, as a sign of respect, before they placed themselves in an accepted combative position and, at the count of three, attempted to disarm, stun, injure, defeat, or even kill each other in order to force submission, and thus a winner would be decided.
"So who would like to go first?" we were asked.
Black volunteered his own godson, and since this version of the Boy-Who-Lived was a meek teenager who never tried to draw attention to himself it seemed odd for him to volunteered. Either Black had pressed him or he wanted to prove worthy of his godfather's affection.
"Perhaps someone from my House" offered Flitwick.
No one seemed eager to face the Chosen One, so I stepped forward.
"Are you sure, Twycross?" asked my Head of House.
I smiled upon hearing this. The Charms Professor had recently invited me to join his Charms Club and I'd started going since it was only an hour a week, but I was sure that in his eyes I'd only recently become an above-average student. Rachel, or Raven as I knew her, was the head of the class, no surprise given her great knowledge of magic and raw power.
"No worries, sir," I said "I've been taking private lessons with a duelling instructor for the last year".
Since my magical powers were nothing special and because the worlds I planned to visit could be very dangerous I'd focused a lot of time on learning magic suitable for battle. Most of my progress in charms, which was by far my strongest subject, had to do with Raven's early lessons which had provided a firm foundation for my education in spellcasting.
"Oh I see," said the professor "Just don't let down the House".
The House system didn't matter most of the time, but this was different. As I moved into the other part of the dungeon I took my place across from Potter and gave him a smirk. I considered looking into his mind to see what spells he might be thinking about, but violating someone's mind was not something to do unless you really had to. If this was a duel to the death or for more than bragging rights I might consider it, but if I had to cheat to win then the bragging rights would be hollow. Besides Snape and Headmaster Dumbledore, both looked into his mind without the Chosen One's consent, I didn't wish to repeat the actions of those abusers.
"You need to disarm or disable each other" reminded the Defence teacher.
Harry Potter and I went through the motions, giving each other short bows before taking combat positions, and then on the count of three, we began.
Potter started with the Tickling Charm (Rictusempra) was a charm that caused the target to fall down with laughter, it was just a little ahead of our current level so when Potter used it I figured that his godfather had been teaching him a few things over the summer. The spell isn't such a bad choice in a duel since its hard to defend yourself when you're lying on the ground having a giggle session. Normally such a spell would not defeat my dragonhide jacket, but I was still glad that I brought up a shield as Potter had a lot of raw power to put into his spells.
Taking advantage of his surprise, he'd clearly not expected to so easily block the spell I made a gesture with my wand so as to cast 'Flipendo' a simple spell meant to stagger a foe during a duel. He was driven back only a few steps as I was only using a second-year spell. Clearly, the Chosen One had a lot more power to chuck about than I did and some resistance to spells as well it seemed. This is what made it such a good thing that I was focusing on control as I wouldn't beat Boy-Who-Lived when it came to power.
Potter sent another spell at me. This time he made use of The Dancing Feet Spell (Tarantallegra) was a jinx that made a target's legs spasm wildly out of control, making it appear as though they were dancing. It worked on both living and inanimate targets, so long as it had legs. It was mainly used to humiliate a victim, but it could be also be used in duelling. I sent that spell away from me with a decent shield charm. My duelling instructor had made me practise that one a lot because a smarter duellist could let a stronger witch or wizard wear themselves out with big flashy spells while staying safe and once they'd tired the smarter spellcaster could take out the more powerful wand-waver with even a simple spell.
"Okay my turn," I said.
Knowing that Potter lacked the confidence to win this duel I used The Full Body-Bind Curse (Petrificus Totalus), also known as the Body Freezing Spell, on him, this was a curse that temporarily paralysed the opponent. It was often used by inexperienced or young wizards and witches in duelling because if it wasn't blocked it rendered your opponent completely helpless. Which is what happened to Potter.
"So anyone else?" I asked.
Professor Black stepped in and told me that I needed to let someone else have a turn, but there would be other chances for me to dominate when it came to duelling.