Gforce1000's Rule34 Economy CYOA
World 1 - Harry Potter
Part 13
Hogwarts. Wizarding World.
I located Luna Lovegood in the Great Hall enjoying some pudding at lunchtime because she was Luna and liked her pudding no matter the time of day. Like many of Ravenclaws House, she could be found with her nose in a book, although she was nowhere as bad as some members of our house, I wasn't surprised to see her reading.
"Good afternoon my lord and master" she greeted "You've nearly missed lunch, would you like some of my pudding? It has bananas in it".
Her calling me lord and master in public was ignored as Luna had already been deemed loony by the student body, not that she minded as it was a defence of sorts she put up in order to ensure that no one learned the truth about her. I found it to be clever.
"I'm not hungry," I said before getting to the reason why I'd sought her out "I need to request a favour from you".
Nervousness had become rather rare for me yet now I felt it now, so I decided to get on with things rather than delay.
"I need a date for Slughorns Xmas Party" I informed Luna "And I'd like you to go with me".
Since I'd be going skiing with Hermione and then spending the second half of the holidays with Raven, likely working on projects and studying, I'd decided that I should take Luna to the party so that she didn't get left out. Not that the Seer knew this and she didn't enquire about the other girls in my life. Perhaps she'd foreseen the party already, the visions of Seers tended to be warnings of disaster or about important events, so I hoped she hadn't had any visions about the party.
"I'll go with you," said Luna as she put her book down for a moment "Will you be wanting to ravish me afterwards oh Dark One".
Okay, now she was just messing with me as I was no dark wizard.
"I can tell Raven to sleep in her own dorm for a change" I replied.
Luna soon went back to her book.
"I'll wear something nice for you, my knight in shining armour" she promised.
Since at this point I was starting to wonder how much of an act Loony Lovegood actually was I decided to head back to the library and try to learn more about wandless magic rather than think about the crazy chick I was banging. I might have to go to Flitwick and see about a pass to the Restricted Section.
"Watch out for love potions" Luna warned.
That part I would take seriously. Some of the girls were getting a little strange about who was going with who for the Xmas party.
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Hogwarts. Wizarding World.
Seers were never very good at predicting their own futures and while Luna didn't need crystal balls or tarot cards to know what was going to happen, she was no mere fortune-teller, it would have been nice to know how boring this night would turn out to be. Oh, it had started off well enough, her dress was pretty, and a few of the older girls in her year, those that normally left alone had even help with her makeup. That had been amusing.
Perhaps things would pick up later when her lord and master decided it had become time to leave and that Luna should join in his dorm room so that she could be properly ravished as a concubine should. She'd made sure to wear sexy knickers that were sure to entice her master into using her tight little pussy for his pleasure.
The party was rather dull, so she watched as James passed the time by talking to that nice young man called Neville Longbottom, who might have dated if things had worked out differently, and Slughorn made his rounds. The portly professor never paid any attention to Luna, this was a good thing as with his taste for witches and wizards he'd latch on hard if he ever found that Luna had the gift of foresight
She really was not one for parties and couldn't wait for it to finish. Every now and then, she stole a glance into the corner, where Harry Potter and Ginny were attempting to look far less awkward than they actually were. That these two would end up together did not surprise Luna at all, she hadn't needed any visions to see it happening as the Seer could remember playing with Ginny when they were both younger and during their pretend weddings, the Boy-Who-Lived, played by a teddy bear, would be the groom.
Hopefully, the real Harry Potter wouldn't be too disappointing as while he still had a role to play James had ensured that the Dark Lord and his followers would be defeated far more easily than they could have been. Even if that hadn't been the case, the real Harry Potter was a shy young man who didn't like all the attention he got so he wouldn't have made for a good date.
Luna was distracted for a while when for reasons she couldn't comprehend James insisted on hogging some of the Dragon tartare, which was an hors d'oeuvre made from finely chopped, raw dragon meat that had been made into meatballs. He insisted on calling them dragon balls like the Muggleborns at the party did and then once he had seven of them he tried to summon forth a wishing granting dragon who failed to appear.
James did his best to make small talk with Luna and agreed that he was also bored, he offered a prayer for salvation to a Muggle diety called the Flying Spaghetti Monster, but nothing happened. As time past, it became late and before the other guests began to disperse, James decided that they'd stayed long enough to be polite and they made an excuse to leave.
"Goodbye, goodbye," said Slughorn as they left.
No sooner were they out of sight they started than they started kissing something she approved of them doing. Luna responded almost immediately, her tongue flicking out to get between his lips. He allowed it access and they wrestled tongues for a while. Then her master got bored with that and decided that they should go somewhere to do other fun things.
"Follow me," James commanded.
She held his hand as he led them up some stairs. They walked for quite a while, and just when Luna was beginning to wonder if she should ask where he was taking her they stopped in front of a rather grand looking door. One that Luna knew about somewhat since she explored much of the castle.
"The Prefects Bathroom?" she asked.
James took out what seemed to be an old bit of parchment, consulted it, and then whispered a password. The doors sprang open to reveal a large room, with an equally large pool in the middle. As her master looked around this room Luna entered and rather quickly began to remove her clothing. She didn't get into the bath right away as it needed to fill up so this gave her lover a chance to inspect her naked body, he spent most of this time focusing on her bottom which was visible just below her blonde hair which went all the way down her back.
"Master what are you doing?" she questioned as the bath filled "Take your clothes off, you don't want them to get wet".
The Seer didn't bother to closely watch her master undress because she was far more interested in touching him and only after they started taking a bath together. It was cold here in the castle so she decided to get into the water even if her lord wished to look at her some more. She felt sure he'd understand.
As Luna dipped her toes into the water and daintily slipped in, James removed his boxers, allowing his large penis to have some badly needed freedom. It was fully erect and this pleased the witch as it confirmed that James very much enjoyed looking at her, not that this had been in doubt, and that he wished to have sex with her. Something she would enjoy.
Luna was also pleased that her master didn't feel much in the way of modesty as she liked at his penis when it was pleasingly erect when it wasn't erect she found it boring. Once he was in the water fully Luna swam over to him and engaged his lips in another bout of kissing. Her tongue slipped back into his mouth and explored it. James sucked on her tongue, which was an interesting sensation, and he pulled her closer with his strong arms.
He had to partly lift her out of the water to do what he did next, but Luna didn't mind as soon he had mouth working to make her breasts feel good making sure to give her nipples plenty of attention. Luna made some noises of approval and those sounds became louder when grabbed her firm bum cheeks, one in each hand, and squeezed them.
Before long he felt her hand wrap around his penis and began to pump it in a way she knew to be pleasing. He groaned and ended up biting her breasts gently, but not gently enough for Luna so decided that they needed to do something else. The time for foreplay was over, she wanted to get to the main event.
Then Luna more or less jumped on to him, and as soon as they could manage it his impressive cock was sheathed inside her tight cunt. She tried to ride him, but he was too eager to do anything other than repeatedly thrust upwards, burying his manhood in her warm pussy and as he moved some of the bathwater splashed about soaking the floor around the tub.
Wisely the young Seer decided to do her best to hold on and enjoy the fucking. She did her best to wrap herself as much around her lover as possible as he worked to get himself off.
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Ministry of Magic. Wizarding World.
It could be some sort of power game or simply proof that the magical government was run by fools, but we were made to wait for our portkey despite having booked it weeks in advance. I was a little surprised that they even let Muggles make use of portkeys, and I felt fairly certain that they jacked up the price for Muggleborns, but to me that made little difference and while my portkey back was cheaper that might be because the only person was using it or because I was from a pureblood house even if I wasn't a Pureblood.
If this had been the world I planned to retire in (It wasn't because I figured that a place like the Star Wars galaxy would be a much better choice if only because you could spend centuries exploring that setting) then I might be tempted to spend the rest of my points on more magic users to have as allies before setting myself up to be the next Dark Lord as the Magical World really needed some shaking up. But since I wouldn't be living in this world for more than a few more years at most I didn't wish to involve myself in local politics.
While waiting for the portkey to be ready I amused myself by going through the latest issue of the Daily Prophet. Most of the articles within weren't worth the ink and paper it took to print them, but I was interested in the latest lies the Ministry had come with to explain my actions. Not long ago I'd removed Madam Umbridge from this timeline, an act of kindness the Wizarding World wasn't worthy of, and rather than admit she'd gone missing the Ministry had told the people that she'd quit her job so as to look after a sick and elderly relative. Such a lie could so easily be exposed, yet I knew no would care to find it.
"Mr and Mrs Granger, Miss Granger and Mr Twycross we're ready for you," a witch told us.
We were lead into a part of the Ministry that handled Magical Transport and we entered a room that contained nothing more than an old wooden hula hoop that rested on a small table.
"Portkeys are often disguised as bits of old rubbish so as to discourage non-magical people from picking them up" I explained before Hermione could.
I could see that she'd been about to say something along those lines, and she began to look annoyed at me for denying her the pleasure of showing off how smart she was.
"James, I just realised you didn't bring any luggage," Mrs Granger said.
Unlike in plenty of fanfiction that I'd read the names of Hermione's parents were not Dan and Emma. To me, they seemed to be generic middle-class people no different that thousand other couples I could meet.
"I have bigger on the inside pouches and pockets" I explained, "Everything I need is on my person".
Before coming here I'd carefully filled every pouch with the things I needed and I'd made sure to have plenty of Muggle and Magical currency from different countries just in case I somehow ended up travelling back from Switzerland to England without the use of a portkey. That was unlikely to happen, but I felt it best to be prepared.
We were then told by a Ministry worker that a Portkey was a magical object enchanted to instantly bring anyone touching it to a specific location. In most cases, a Portkey was an everyday object that would not draw the attention of a Muggle. Something I'd already explained. Also, we were warned that travelling by Portkey was said to feel like having a hook "somewhere behind the navel" pulling the traveller to their location. The sensation of travelling by Portkey was universally agreed to be uncomfortable, if not downright unpleasant, and could lead to nausea, giddiness, and worse.
Portkeys had been around for a while. I'd learned that they pre-dated the floo network as well as the Hogwarts Express and that before the train was enchanted students coming and leaving the school would use portkeys, but there were so many people missing their portkeys or somehow messing up that the Ministry decided to create the Hogwarts Express. With the invention of the floo network, there wasn't any need for the train and everyone could have gone home at the end of the day, but people kept using the Hogwarts Express because it was traditional.
"Remember to let go when I tell you," said the Ministry worker.
Since none of us had ever used a Portkey before they weren't just going to let us go. A witch could be coming with us to make sure we didn't end up in the wrong place, that being anywhere other than what passed for the Ministry of Magic over in Switzerland.
"You'll need a free hand and to hold on to your luggage carefully" we were instructed.
Mrs Granger didn't have a free hand so I took her heavy suitcase and got a look of approval from Hermione. I'd been making an effort to be polite and helpful around her family as while their approval didn't mean much to me it would to Hermione. I considered this time and effort to be an investment in her that would pay off in the future.
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Ski Resort. Switzerland.
"So how come you don't celebrate Christmas?" Hermione asked of me.
Since neither of us cared much for skiing we sat by a fire while sipping mugs of hot cocoa. Mrs Granger had told us that we could share Hermione's room as long as we didn't spend all our time in there because Mr Granger wanted to pretend that his little girl wasn't sharing a room with some boy from school. While I had no children and hopefully never would as a CYOA was hardly the kind of thing you should take children along on, I did understand Mr Granger's feelings so I resisted the to urge to grope Hermione in public or spend all day in bed with her.
"Even before I could remember growing up in an orphanage the holiday never much appeal to me" I answered "In my world, Xmas has gotten way too commercial. You get bombarded by it for weeks in advance by the advertisements, but no matter how much you spend its never going to be as good as you want. Now that I'm separated from my family I don't have anyone to celebrate it with and I only bothered with Xmas for their sake anyway".
I had more to say on the matter.
"Then you add the Christmases I can remember in the orphanage and it lost all appeal" I was now saying "Plus Raven doesn't care for it either".
Of course, Hermione had to know why this was the case.
"Well aside from being cut off from her friends back home who are her family," I told the witch "I guess it would have to do with the fact that Raven used to be her world's version of the antichrist".
The bushy-haired woman, she still hadn't fully tamed her own hair, almost stained the plush carpet that our armchairs rested upon when she heard that.
"She's the child of Satan!?" I was asked.
While the volume of her voice caught some attention I didn't think anyone around us spoke English.
"Not the Devil" I corrected "In her world, he runs a nightclub in LA".
Raven had mentioned if he solved murders in his spare time or not, and I had no desire to find out even if we somehow could have checked.
"Her father is a powerful demon called Trigon which means Raven used to be a Cambion" I went on to explained "Trigon wanted to destroy the world of mortals by using Raven as a key to enter that world since he was locked out from it. Anyway, she used the Optimization Perk to make herself into a fully human witch so there's no blood connection to Trigon anymore as such she's no longer the antichrist and no longer part demon".
Which I assumed meant that the Raven I knew was basically a younger version of her mother in terms of DNA, not counting the magical gene which existed in this world and was the difference between magical and Muggle humans. Not the magical or Muggle humans knew this, but I felt sure that JK Rowling had made it canon.
"She never mentioned anything about that," Hermione let me know.
I wouldn't have told her either, but since they were both my consorts they had a right to know all about each other and Raven knew all about Hermione's life since she'd read the books.
"Hold on is Luna really a Seer?" was the next question "Because she's spoken to me about things that haven't happened yet, but I thought it was like her made-up creatures".
I smiled upon hearing that.
"Lot's of people think that all magical creatures are made up," I said to the witch "But we know that stuff like dragons and unicorns are real".
Hermione wasn't so easily convinced.
"Yes but we can see dragons and unicorns" she argued "Wrackspurts have never been seen"
Since I knew that Wrackspurts can be seen with aid of Spectrespecs and because I owned a pair I put them on and looked around to find a Muggle who was infested. Once I did I got Hermione to check them out. She seemed a little disgusted as if the Wrackspurts were akin to lice.
"Those suffering from Wrackspurt infections can dispel them by thinking positive thoughts," I educated her "But that guy does not look at all positive".
Some sort of disagreement with the wife if I was any judge.
"You need to realise that you've only seen a little bit of this world," I said, "and you can't trust everything you read in books. I can do little bits of wandless magic despite all the books saying that only the most powerful wizards can do it safely".
I decided to give her some time to process all of that since I might have just shattered her world view.
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Twycross Manor. Wizarding World.
"What are you doing?" I was asked.
Since Hermione was still enjoying Xmas with her parents and Luna was doing the same with her father, that just left me in the mansion with Raven for the latter part of the holidays as such it must have been her who made the question. As for me, I was making an awful mess in the library because I was trying to find any text that even mentioned ways to make a wizard more powerful. I had no desire to delve into the dark arts, beyond learning some curses to use in a fight, but there had to be some way to use magic to give yourself even a bit of a boost. This was something I explained to Raven who soon had something to say on the topic.
"The Twycross family aren't the kind of people to have books on that sort of thing as the rituals you're after require sacrifice and blood, that's the dark arts," she told me "Think about it. If those kinds of rituals were easy to learn about and safe to use then everyone would be doing them. You'd be better off looking in the Black family library".
It wasn't as if I could go to Professor Black and ask him because even if I had a good reason for him to let me poke about in his library I couldn't even remember where he lived despite knowing for sure that I'd visited him at his home. I could only conclude that certain magics had been used to hide the property so to further protect the Boy-Who-Lived.
The Fidelius Charm was an extremely difficult, multifaceted and potent charm that can be used to conceal a secret inside an individual's soul; the witch or wizard who houses the secret is known as the Secret Keeper. A dwelling whose location has been protected by this spell is then invisible, intangible, unplottable and soundproof. Only the Secret Keeper could tell me the secret so while I could remember visiting Sirus Black I couldn't recall where exactly I'd gone.
"Besides even if you did find some way of boosting your power you'd still need to spend years learning how to control it" Raven informed me "Take it from someone who has a lot of power, it doesn't solve all your problems, and it creates a lot of its own. You're better off mastering how to control your magic. If you learn how to do more with less you'll know that you earned your skill with spellcasting".
So I shouldn't bother looking for shortcuts, instead, I should develop my power and then one day I'd be able to look back with pride at my achievements.
"Maybe we should learn to become Animagi" Raven suggested, "It's not recommended to start transforming before your third year at Hogwarts, but we could learn the theory this year so that we can find our animal forms next year".
An Animagus was a witch or wizard who could transform themselves into an animal and back again at will. It was a learned skill, unlike the hereditary skill of a Metamorphmagus or the ability to speak to snakes. I knew that an Animagus Registry existed to keep track of those that had learned to transform in this way, but that would only be an issue while in this world.
"And if you hire someone to teach us the Patronus Charm that should let us know what our animal forms will be" Raven want on to say "Most Animagus take the form of the animal their Patronus does because it's their spirit animal".
That wasn't news to me because I'd also read about how a wizard or witchers Patronus if it became strong enough, would take the form of a spirit animal.
"I guess I could hire someone to teach us the Patronus Charm" I decided.
The Patronus Charm (Expecto Patronum) was one of the most powerful defensive charms known to wizardkind. It was an extremely difficult spell, that evoked a partially-tangible positive energy force known as a Patronus or spirit guardian. It was the primary protection against Dementors and Lethifolds, against which there was no other defence, at least in terms of spells as physical barriers would stop a dementor from reaching you. There are two types of Patronuses: corporeal which means a Patronus with a particular shape and form and incorporeal Patronus. Incorporeal Patronuses have no particular shape and do not protect against dementors the way corporeal Patronuses do as they are far less effective.
"I'd contact Remus Lupin, but there's no legitimate way for me to know that he can teach that spell," I said to Raven "I suppose I could ask Professor Black and see if he mentions his old friend".
It would be best to wait until we returned to the school to do that and since I'd already let it slip that I hired tutors it wouldn't seem odd for me to enquire about one to teach advanced spells to myself and anyone I invited along to the lessons.
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The Leaky Cauldon. Diagon Alley.
Since students were allowed to leave the school for business matters, such as hiring tutors, I'd arranged to meet Remus Lupin, whose name had been mentioned to me by Sirus Black when I'd enquired about hiring a tutor for advanced charm work, here at this pub at lunchtime on the first Saturday after we returned to school.
Of course, I already knew much about him. He was attacked by werewolf Fenrir Greyback when he was a child leaving Remus afflicted with Lycanthropy for life. He attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry from 1971-1978 and was Sorted into Gryffindor House. During his school years, he was one of the Marauders, best friends with Sirius Black, James Potter, and Peter Pettigrew. Together, they created the Marauder's Map.
After Hogwarts, Remus and his friends joined the original Order of the Phoenix and fought in the First Wizarding War. However, Pettigrew betrayed James and Lily Potter to Lord Voldemort a week after he was made the couples' Secret Keeper. Thus Remus had lost all of his closest friends in various ways by the end of the First Wizarding War. The loss of his friends devastated him, though he and Sirius Black later rekindled their friendship as they hopefully had done in this timeline.
I could have invited him directly to my home but the Ministry was proving not to be totally stupid by declaring some guidelines for improved home security and that included not inviting strangers into your home. We were encouraged to meet them in public and there were Aurors patrolling the streets around here.
Given that the Death Eaters might become active sooner than expected, or at least before I left this world, it seemed wise to upgrade my homes defences and I could afford it. While the improvements would cost a bit, meaning that I would have to tighten my purse strings until the summer, the costs didn't prevent me from hiring a new tutor (I'd let the duelling instructor go since I was getting lessons from Sirus Black at Hogwarts for free as part of the Duelling Club) and at the very least I could afford to buy the werewolf a decent lunch.
He wasn't due to arrive just yet, although it was likely that he'd be early for an interview so I was assuming myself by having Raven, the only one of my consorts I'd brought along, face the wall so that I could admire her ass in dragonhide trousers I'd brought for to wear and for my enjoyment. She really did look good in them.
"Can I sit down now?" the former demi-demon requested "If you want I'll just wear a t-shirt once we get to the dorm room so you can admire my ass all evening".
While I didn't think I could ever get bored of checking her out I let her sit down. If only because it would seem strange to keep her there during the interview. Before much more time passed Tom the Innkeeper, who didn't look like a hunchbacked vampire in this timeline, came into the private room I'd rented for this meeting and let me know that Remus Lupin was here. I invited the wizard in and he soon joined Raven and me for lunch.
"I was told by a friend of mine that you are looking for a tutor for some advanced charms," said Lupin "May I ask what sort of charms?".
We'd arranged this meeting through Sirus Black.
"The Patronus Charm to start with," said Raven "and we also need someone to help us become Animagi".
Remus Lupin seemed surprised to hear this.
"I'm not an animagus," he pointed out.
Of this I was aware.
"But you did help your friends in school to become animagi" I pointed out "It's well known that Sirus Black, James Potter and Peter Pettigrew all become animagi while at school so you must have helped them and we won't be doing the practical side of it until 3rd year so we just need help with the theory".
Sirus Black's trial had exposed a lot of truths to the public, including that he could turn into a dog and that Pettigrew could do the same to become a rat. The rest was discovered by the Hogwarts rumour mill and from Mr Black directly when he became a teacher as he liked to talk about his school days.
"We know you're a werewolf" Raven was now saying "and we won't be telling anyone. Professor Black dropped a few hints as to why he became an Animagi".
Remus seemed amused rather than annoyed.
"Did he now?" he said.
To be fair if I hadn't already known that Mr Lupin was a werewolf I might not have picked up on the verbal clues Professor Black let loose.
"Well since you know my secret," he said between eating bits of food "The only thing we need to discuss aside from the lessons, which you've already given me guidelines for, is my fee".
I had to barter him a little as he wasn't charging up and I felt that I was robbing him given that he was supposed to be a good teacher. After the payment was approved we discussed the lessons some more, with me mentioning that two other witches may wish to get involved. After that we arranged them for the weekends unless there was a full moon, after that, we shook hands and parted ways.