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Chapter 141: Yule Ball Pt.2
The dinner was going on normally, at least as normal as it could be under the circumstances. Susan was still trying to catch her breath, her face beat red, Cho's also looked like she was holding her breath all day as she slowly pulled away from his manhood. Her fingers were stained with something white and sticky, but she was able to quickly wipe it away with a wave of her wand, and she got ride of the wet stain on the floor as well near her feet.
Fleur was glaring towards the three of them in anger, seemingly finally catching on what they had been doing. Meanwhile, the other males on the table were drooling at the sight of the French champion, enchanted by her beauty.
When all the food had been consumed, Dumbledore stood up and asked the students to do the same. Then, with a wave of his wand, all the tables zoomed back along the walls leaving the floor clear, and then he conjured a raised platform into existence along the right wall. A set of drums, several guitars, a lute, a cello, and some bagpipes were set upon it.
The Weird Sisters now trooped up onto the stage to wildly enthusiastic applause; they were a female band dressed in black robes that had been artfully ripped and torn, looking goth. They picked up their instruments, and Harry, who had been so interested in watching them that he had almost forgotten what was coming, suddenly realized that the lanterns on all the other tables had gone out, and that the other champions and their partners were standing up.
"Come on!" Hermione said. "We're supposed to dance!"
Harry stood up after rezipping his pants and rearranging his clothes back into an orderly fashion. Winking at Cho who was also quickly rearranging her clothes as her boyfriend finally coming out of the clutches of Flue allure and turned to look at her.
"You alright," Harry heard the fool ask his girlfriend who was still beat red just thinking about what she had done.
Harry turned to Susan; he let out a chuckle when he saw the state she was in, she was still trying to get a control of herself as she was still experiencing the orgasm he brought on her.
Raising his arm to her, he cheekily said, "Shall we." Susan looked up at him, taking in a deep breath, she gently placed her hand on his arm and they started their trek towards the dance floor of the Great hall which had been repurposed as a ballroom for the night.
Before he left he called out to the other girls, "Will be back for you all on the next song!"
Seeing as she was busy collecting herself, Harry didn't start with any small talk, they arrived at the brightly lit dance floor, the Weird Sisters struck up a slow, mournful tune; Harry seized her hands into his and placed one around her waist, while she held on tightly as if she was expecting this to turn into a rollercoaster. But who would know would him, maybe this could turn into a very bumpy ride.
They started to dance, their chests pressing together. Soon many of the other students too had come onto the dance floor, so that the champions were no longer the center of attention. Harry leaned in and whispered, "Are you enjoying the night?"
Seeing her nod, her eyes sparkling, he leaned in further and kissed her on the neck.
It wasn't as bad as it could have been, Harry thought, revolving slowly on the spot with Susan in hand. Harry's eyes turned to the other folks dancing nearby — he could see Hagrid waltzing with Madame Maxime. They were a perfect match; with the way they stood heads above everyone, and he saw that the Madame moved very gracefully for a woman so large.
Other folks weren't the perfect match like Madame Maxine and Hagrid who were having a good time. Ron seem to weasel his way into getting Parvati Patil as his date, and the poor girl did not seem to be having a good time at all.
Other couples where fracturing on the hinges as Cho and Cedric were standing in a secluded corner, and from Cedric's defensive stance and Cho's aggressive gestures. It didn't take a genius to figure out that the fight stemmed from the fact that Cedric was unable to pay attention to his date, enchanted by Fleur's allure.
Nevertheless, that wasn't of his concern as he got more important matters to worry about, like his wonderful dates.
He made sure to give them all their turn on the dance floor, making sure not to leave anyone out, even though he quickly tired himself out.
The last person to hit the dance floor with him was Daphne. They continued dancing for a while before Harry's hands started to get a little adventurous, slipping from her back, resting on her hips, but Daphne hadn't reacted, except a small blush covering her face.
"Isn't tonight lovely," Harry asked her as he spun her around.
"Yes, very much so," Daphne answered, "I guess you weren't lying when you said you had your own little harem."
"Oww, is someone jealous," Harry poked fun of.
"No, I am the first to be bethrol to you, so that means something to me, and you must have very certain feelings to grant me the Ladyship of Slytherin."
Grinning up at her, he didn't tell her how much she meant for him, but his gaze conveyed his feeling well.
"You want to take a break and get a drink," Daphne finally broke the silence.
"Yes," Harry uttered with a sigh of relief, happy to take a moment to rest his feet.
Spinning around, he saw that both Cedric and Cho where still in a heated argument, it slowly picking up steam.
Now he couldn't have that, what kind of person would he be if he broke up loving couples.
Getting closer, he started to hear bits and pieces of their conversation, enough to validate his assumptions about what was going on. When he heard some of the stuff being passed around like Cedric defending himself by saying nothing had happened at all and she was imagining him staring at Fleur. That seem to incensed Cho even more as they were right at each other's throats!
Harry had to hold back himself from snorting out loud when he listened on, and shook his head. If a woman ever said you did something wrong, even if it wasn't a fact, just nod your head along, apologize profusely for any insult given.
Coming up to them, Harry noticed that they were standing around a large table in the back with Cho's back to the wall, hidden from the view of the most of the hall thanks to a column they were leaning to.
Seeing how Cho was blocked out of sight, and almost completely out of view for her date, a very risqué idea appeared on his mind. He pulled out his wand and sent a low powered confundus spell at Cedric, knowing it would easily get past his defenses thanks to how addled his brain was and would further muddled even more. Seeing that the spell took hold from the slightly empty expression on Cedric's face, he started to walk towards the couple.
"What are you up to," Daphne asked as she saw everything unfold.
"Nothing much," Harry said, "but could you be a dear and play along."
Looking between him and Cho, Daphne raised a single eyebrow, "Am I not enough for you dear?"
"More than," Harry said, "but think of it as a new toy in our bed! You remember how rude Cedric was... so it is only far that I return the gesture. However since I am so kind and humble, well I need to be creative."
"Yes, I do recall how he run his mouth at you at the Function," Daphne uttered as her eyes narrowed at the Hufflepuff. "Okay, you have my permission," she said. "Go get them!"
"Thank you," Harry bowed his head. Then putting on a bright smile as they come up to the two lovely dates, "Hello Diggory," he said when he was close enough, announcing his arrival, then turned towards his date and said, "And good evening to you, Miss Chang."
Cedric turned towards him, a frustrated expression on his face. However when he saw it was him, his face took a inverse change, "Good evening Potter, how is your evening going?"
"Wonderful, you may say," Harry answered with a full-blown smile on his face, sparing a glance towards Cho, making her cheeks redden a little. He took a position next to Cho, turning towards Cedric, and asked, "How is the preparation for the second task is going?"
"Okay," he answered as his gaze turned to another direction.
"Do you have anything to say about the first task?" Daphne asked as she crossed her hands over her chest.
Until a few minutes ago, Cho Chang was an angry witch. Not only his date dared to ignore her in one of the most important events of her life, but he also attempted to blame her for it. However now as he slipped a hand at the small of her back, she seem to go through a whole different change.
Cedric had no idea what was going on as the bulky table was enough to block his view of Harry down from his elbow height.
His hand stayed in place for a few moments with Cho doing nothing of the sort of pushing it away. All her hand continued to do was stand still even his hands started to crawl down, reaching to her small, but shapely ass. Harry could see the fear and excitement spread across her body. With a grin especially spreading across his face as he saw the excitement on her face.
"Well," Cedric answered Daphne question, "thank you, Harry," he bowed his head a bit. "I know you didn't have to, especially with the way I was, but you still did..."
"Mhmm," Harry said, that was a bit too little too late especially now that he had his girl under his grasp.
"So what's going on between you two," Harry asked, changing up to topic to covering up the gasp that left Cho's lips when he started to caress her ass cheeks with spider light touches. The poor girl tried her best to stop squirming under his grasp, but her resolve began to get challenged when Harry's touching started to lose their lightness. As he commenced to maul her butt cheeks, she found incredibly harder to resist moans as they force her throat, her core started to moisten.
Cho was far gone from the conversation that it came to her as a complete surprise when Cedric addressed her, "See, Cho, Harry thinks I was the perfect gentlemen during dinner," Cedric suddenly said, blindsiding her with his statement.
"What?" Cho mumbled, not expecting the conversation to suddenly change direction. Harry's hand left her backside, and he could see the sudden wave of disappointment rising inside of her. But then it was all gone when Harry slip his hand under her dress.
"In my opinion," Daphne said with a smug smile on her face, as Harry's hands trailed Cho's hot thigh upwards. "He acted the best of his abilities tonight. There is definitely nothing more you can expect from a boy," she said, emphasizing the last world.
Harry too got in on the action as his smile got even larger while his hand finally arrived at her panties, "Why, Cho, aren't you happy with the attention you are getting right now."
She managed to stammer an affirmative answer, her ability to stand still being seriously challenged by Harry's fingers, slowly rubbing her womanhood over her panties. She noted that Cedric was drawn into another discussion by Harry, this time about Quidditch, locking Cedric's full attention into the discussion.
As Harry got into some quidditch practices, he slowly slip Cho's panties down her legs, leaving her snatch bare. Then he start fingering her again, this time without even the slight protection afforded by the thin fabric of her underwear.
He watched as she bit her lips, trying to hold herself back, getting more and more aroused each second. Suddenly, she froze when Harry unzipped his pants releasing his shaft in one swift movement. Before she could react, he started rubbing his throbbing shaft up against her little kitty and started to move up and down, smiling when he heard her breath getting a bit faster.
Encouraged by his daring, Harry slipped his cockhead inside her womanhood, driving Cho towards the edge. He stayed their as he watched her eye popping surprise slowly transformed into something else... Then Harry begin to move, not feeding her more of his cock, but toying with her snatch with his cockhead that was already in.
Cho seem to want more, a lot more as she started to slowly rock her hips forward and backward, enhancing the effect of Harry's movement. Small moans began to escape through her bitten lips as Harry's cock send waves of pleasure across her core.
Without a word, Harry placed his hand back where it was playing with Cho's snatch while he mentally sent to her, "Do you want it?!"
Not thinking at all, Cho all but screamed out loud, "YES!"
Cedric turned to look at her with a raised eyebrow, "What do you think the four-down territory is better than the dead zone maneuver?"
"Everyone know it is the dead zone that is better," Harry answered.
"Yea," Cedric nodded his head, getting back to the topic of quidditch. "Harry knew Hufflepuff's were famous for being a little clueless, but not noticing what was going on was plain ridiculous. 'Well his loss, my gain,' Harry thought to himself as he was too distracted that he only noticed a bit too late he brought Cho over the edge a bit too soon.
Suddenly her back arched a little as a sudden orgasm rocked her body. Her legs lost strength, her knees buckling a little. And just as she was about to fall, Harry's arm around her waist, reinforcing her stance.
"Are you okay?" Cedric asked, momentarily distracted from his Quidditch discussion.
"Yes," she managed to stammer. "I'm feeling very WELL!" she said, the last word getting out more like yell after Harry's left a small pinch on her snatch.
"Are you sure," Cedric asked as he saw how deeply flushed her face was.
"I think she had a bit more to drink tonight," Daphne cut in.
"Yeah, I think so too," Cho answered as he slowly slipped out her, zipping up his pants again. "Maybe I should return to my room," she decided to finish the night here.
"Okay," Cedric shrugged his shoulders, being the idiot he was and not taking this chance to lead her to her room and have his reward for being the perfect gentlemen.
Harry watched Cho walking away with a smile on his face, his eyes locked at her posterior, which definitely lacking any pantie line, swaying enticingly at her every step, though he was a bit annoyed that he had to stop getting serviced without a release. Before leaving, he knelt down and picked the previously dislodged underwear, laying on the ground, forgotten in a hurry. He reached and picked it up, placing it in his pocket.
He might have lost this chance, but another will present itself soon, and then he will have his opportunity to take everything!
With a slightly smug smile on his face, he dismissed himself from Cedric since there was no point in hanging out with him, now that Cho Chang was gone. He walked towards the place where the girls were talking to their friends, before swinging by the bar to pick up a small tray of butterbeer.
"Hello ladies, how are you on this beautiful evening," he said with a smile when he arrived.
Chapter 142: Room(R-18)
With a slightly smug smile on his face, he dismissed himself from Cedric since there was no point in hanging out with him, now that Cho Chang was gone. He walked towards the place where the girls were talking to their friends, before swinging by the bar to pick up a small tray of butterbeer.
"Hello ladies, how are you on this beautiful evening," he said with a smile when he arrived.
He saw that not only were his dates gathered around cathing, but some of their friends were here with them.
"Hey, Harry," Hermione said without looking up from her conversation with Fay and Susan.
"Hello Harry," Lavender greeted him as for no reason at all she and her best friend Parvati broke into giggling.
"Aren't you suppose to be with Ron?" Harry asked the Indian witch.
"Oh that jealous git," Parvati said with a snort. "He didn't even give me the time of the day, first ogling at the french Veela slut, then staring jealously at you the whole night."
"Well then you have my sincere apology," Harry said to her, feeling bad for her. He knew Ron would always and over be an ass, but to ruin a girl's perfect night...
"Don't be," Parvati shook her head, "I felt pity for that asshole, taking him to the ball. Now let's see if he would get any kindness from me!"
"Yea," Harry said as he fell into a deep silence, the night was coming to an end as people slowly cleared out. There weren't that many people milling around anymore as everyone was hitting the haystacks.
"Are you guys ready to hide in for the night?" he asked the girls. He did want to do more than just play with Susan for the night, although how fun it was. However he could see that some of them were just dead tired on their feet, so being the perfect gentlemen he was. He curbed his appetites.
They all agreed in varying degrees, and Harry asked if they would want him to drop them off at their dorms. The first stop was the Slytherin house where Daphne and Tracey left off at, then it was to Hufflepuff where Susan left, and finally it was the Gryffindor house.
Although he didn't stay here most of the time it was his house, so he felt the most comfortable here.
It was past midnight when they came back to the common room. He needed to sleep, and so did the girl, however easier said than done, especially with the incredible boner he was suffering. He never did get to finish with Cho rubbing his shaft continuously against her snatch only getting to put the tip in wasn't conducive for keeping him limp. He was horny, and needed help.
The simplest solution for that particular problem was just several feet, he watched as the girls headed up to their rooms while only getting a glimpse of their back side before they disappeared.
However there was that one annoying stairway in his way and thankfully when he has asked Sirius a worked around, the man came through. Just as he suspected, Sirius provided him with several ways of disabling the alarm on the stairway. Best of all he already tested Sirius's methods before to get into the girls' dorms, and they worked like a charm.
Deciding for himself, Harry put on his invisibility cloak first, then cast several spells on the stairway in rapid succession, switching the detection target from boys to girls. It was the simplest way of tricking the stairways according to Sirius, but its application was limited. He couldn't use it during the day, as any girl that stepped on the stairs would have triggered it instead, revealing the ruse.
But in the middle of the night, that was not a problem, so he quickly climbed the stairs before the ward shifted back to its previous state.
Harry pulled out his map, checking to see where Hermione's and Lavender's room was located at. He knew that they both shred one along with Parvati. Locating it, he carefully tipped down the hallway and came upon the room, and then carefully opened the door, making sure to make no noise.
He peeked in to see if they were in, and bingo. Lavender was facing the mirror as she was removing her dress, and Hermione was already in her night gown cracking open a book. He didn't see Parvati, but from the water running down, he was sure she was in the shower.
Harry saw that the girls rooms were much better than the boys. Where as instead five to six boys where put together, here it was a spacious place that housed only half that.
Coming up silently behind Lavender, Harry puts his invisibility cloak back into his ring, and wrapped a hand around Lavender's waist.
"What do you want, Hermione?" Lavender askes without looking up.
"What?" Hermione asked from her bed, too absorbed with her book.
"Guess again," Harry whispers into Lavender's ear.
A yelp escapes Lavender's mouth at the unknown person's voice until she looked and saw him standing there.
"What are you doing here?" Lavender asked as she stared up at him, right in the middle of unzipping her dress.
"Here let me help you with that," Harry said with a smile.
Hermione must heard the commotion because she called out, "what is going on Lavender..." Then she saw him standing there, helping Lavender out of her dress.
"What are you doing here?" the bookworm hissed the same exact question as her roommate.
"I thought you ladies would be lonely all up here in your room!" he answered as he pulled off Lavender panties who passively accepted his action.
Without a word, he pulled her into a tight embrace. Then pulled out his shaft from his trousers which was quickly hardening. Harry had his wand at the ready. He cast a spell, this one covering his shaft with a lubricant that increased his pleasure immensely while making it more slippery. Then he slowly slide his shaft in place as he began rubbing up against Lavender's naked snatch.
A low moan escaped her mouth as Hermione watched their debauchery. Shaking her head, she uttered, "you are hopeless," as she got up and begin to undress.
She salutary came over to them once she was down to just her panties and he captured her lips in a searing kiss with a lot of tongue action.
While lashing tongues with Hermione, Harry made sure not to forget about the witch in his grasp. Not willing to wait anymore, Harry stopped toying with her and plunged his shaft into her core from behind. "Oh Morgan," Lavender exclaimed as Harry moved inside her, her eyes closed in pleasure, her wonderful breasts bouncing to each thrust.
"What a naughty witch you are," Harry uttered as he broke away from the kiss he was sharing with Hermine. She now moved on to pressing kisses along his jawline and cheeks, while running her dainty fingers along his chest and arms.
"You like that, huh, being taken in from behind like a bitch!" he grunted as he plowed in her like a wheat field, while Lavender is forced to take every last inch of his pistoning meat rod as he plows her senseless.
However, from her answer, she seems to be as always enjoying it very much so. "Yes," Lavender moaned.
"Lounder," he shouted as he raised his hand and brought it down on her ass, leaving a red handprint on it.
"Y-YESSS," Lavender all but screamed, "I am a naughty little bitch you loves being fed your massive bitch busting COCK!"
Harry brought his hand down again, marring her creamy skin with another red handprint, feeling her getting even wetter and tighter.
That was when the door to the bathroom slowly opened.
The three of them froze as Parvati walked in naked from the shower, using her towel to wipe at her hair.
"What's all that noise," she began, before she laid eyes on the sight before her.
The poor witch was so shocked that she absentmindedly dropped her towel in her hand and stared at the sight before her.
Not feeling abashed in the least bit, Harry sat back on the bed edge while pulling Lavender on his lap, her back pressing against his chest. That way, her full glory, from her dangling breasts to gashing womanhood, and even Harry's cock was out in full display.
"Care to join us," he asked with a dark, evil grin as he went back to thrusting into Lavender cunt. If Lavender was all here in the mind, she might have felt ashamed at being caught by her friend in such an awkward position, but since she was all gone all she could do was cry out in joy and ecstasy as he plowed into her like a milk cow.
"Come on," Hermione said as she dragged the Indian witch over.
When the shell shocked witch was brought over, Lavender who was acting on more baser instincts initiated a kiss between them.
The two best friends kissed in a way that is very much not friendship love, but Parvati found herself unable to resist Lavender's advances. The witch melts before her playful and outgoing friend. Lavender kisses her and kisses her, and it was all Parvati can do, not to mewl needily in between lips smacking against lips and tongues intertwining almost needily.
Lavender's hands slid down Parvati's side as accelerates things dramatically, placing a finger on Parvati's little honey pot and moving deft fingers around artfully. Parvati's breath hitches as her friend's fingers slip inside of her cunt. She was already growing moist, and her pussy juices were flowing more and more by the second.
"Parvati… come on, join us! Let have some fun! It's no big deal. I don't mind sharing with you, and you can forget all about that horrible date!"
There were so many things wrong on so many levels with this, but Parvati didn't have anything to say to Lavender's rationalization as Parvati could only helplessly open and close her mouth. Nothing could leave her mouth, and before she could try to think on this, Parvati was made to sink to her knees as Lavender brought her closer and closer to the edge. Parvati's mouth remains open, but a low keening moan comes from her throat as her friend brought her closer and closer to the edge in the meanwhile using her other hand to play with her breasts.
Parvati's legs nearly buckle as Lavender proved that she knew her friend very well and knows what makes her tick. How is she supposed to resist such pleasure?
Meanwhile, Harry goes to town with Lavender pounding into her from behind, while Hermione turned his head her way to break into another kissing session with him.
Finally, Parvati all but splutters as a wave of orgasmic ecstasy assaulted her mind and she let out a high keen sound from her mouth. Lavender also was near the edge and with one final hard thrust from him, she broke.
It was in that moment that Lavender finally managed to get a word out, her tone plaintive as she screams it at the top of her lungs. It's only one word;
"H-HARRRRRYYYY!"
Once he is done with her, Harry drops the witch to the side, allowing her to bonelessly slip off of his cock with a slick pop. Lavender falls to the floor with a moan and a groan, her ass still sticking up in the air and her pale white skin getting more and more defiled as his white, hot seed pumps out of her and along her sloping body.
But Harry wasn't paying to his little slut anymore. His eyes are focused solely on the beautiful Indian witch standing before him.
"Come here," Harry ordered to which Hermione uttered a low needly whine.
"You will get your turn," Harry said, without looking to face her, his eyes solely focuses on Parvati.
"Hurry along," he then said with a wave.
In the end, the witch reluctantly crawls over to the man that dared to defile her best friend right before her eye. Harry can't help but be amused by how conflicted she was, on the one hand, he could see how clearly she wanted this as her needly pussy dripped with want, finally getting the attention she wanted. But on the other hand, she clearly never expected it to come in the form of this.
Spreading his legs apart, Harry gave room for Parvati to come up to him. Reaching out, Harry treats the Gryffindor like yet another one of his toys, or perhaps more like a new house pet. Caressing her blushing cheeks and stroking his fingers through her hair, taking full control of her and asserting his dominance over her. Then Harry pulls out his massive cock and before she could put up some protest slips his invading cock in.
Chuckling darkly at the way Parvati's resistance crumbles in the face of his cock filling up her mouth. She could do nothing in the end with her lips wrapped around his cock. Pulling his fingers free, Harry slips them back into Parvati's hair and grips down tight on the witch's dark locks. Freezing up, the Indian witch looks up into Harry's face with trepidation and anticipation warring in her eyes. Harry just grins and pulls her ever closer to his actual cock, until finally he's stuffing inch after inch of his meat rod into her surprisingly greedy mouth.
Harry raised a single eye at the way that Parvati practically inhales his cock. It's not long before she starts to gag and choke on his dick though, and that's where the powerful, domineering wizard steps in. His grip on her hair strengthens, and a moment later Harry is taking direct charge as he starts to really face fuck the witch, right there in the middle of her own room.
"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"
All she could do was choke and gag some more and yet, despite the tears welling up in her eyes and slipping down her face, despite the drool and slobber collecting on her chin and falling off onto her exposed caramel tits, the look in Parvati's eyes showed how much she was enjoying herself.
Harry only confirmed that little fact when he leans over the slutty witch, and used his free hand to play with her breasts to which she let out a low moan that sent vibrations down along his cock.
With her face buried in his crotch and his cock pounding away into her throat, Harry continues enjoying her wonderful mouth while playing with her breasts. The Indian witch has quite the wonderful boobs just as superb he imagined while he goes out of his way to turn Parvati into a gargling, drooling, choking mess with his massive cock slamming home into her esophagus again and again.
While this is going on, Hermione happily crawling under him, even as Harry stands up to get a better stance for plowing Parvati's throat to kingdom cum. Hermione's lips and tongue fall on his hanging ball sack, and she begins to suckle on his nuts, stopping them from their continuous smacking into Parvati's messy, slobber-covered chin.
Harry can't help but laugh at the perversity both women are displaying. Grinning ferally, he tries to enjoy the treatments as he gets closer and closer to a release.
"Fuck… I'm close," Harry swore. "But dang, Ron be damned, I should have stolen you at the ball and shown you a good time all around!"
With a loud groan, Harry begins to cum, his first release quickly overwhelming Parvati's mouth and throat with hot, hot jizz. There was no way, not in a million years, that the witch would be able to take Harry's entire load. That doesn't stop her from struggling futilely to do just that.
It doesn't help her efforts while she tries to catch her breath, Harry just keeps on spewing cum, erupting like a geyser without a care in the world.
And then it's over… or at least, that bit is over. Harry's just getting started, and as he steps back from the pair and sits back down on his bed, his grin tells the witches that they're nowhere near finished.
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Chapter 143: Throw Down Pt.1
Waking up in the middle of the night to an awful ringing sound in his head. Harry wearily got up from bed.
He did not know at first what was that noise that kept on going in his head all day long.
"Waaaaaahhhhhhh, Waaaaaahhhhhhh, Waaaaaahhhhhhh!"
However he was getting sick of it, looking at the time, Harry saw that it wasn't even 20 minutes since he had gone to bed after his little escapade in the girl's dormitory.
Removing Hermione's arm from his chest, Harry got up from the bed rubbing his eyes while that god awful sound just continued echoing his mind merrily.
The only thing, Harry was glad for was that it wasn't blaring out loud, so that the girls weren't woken up. The only person facing true agony was him, and him alone.
Sitting there rubbing his forehead, Harry paused for a moment as his mind tried to catch up. He knew that sound, he could have sworn he set it up himself...
"Fuck!"
Cursing under his breath, Harry looked at his Lordship ring which was flashing merrily. This could only mean one thing... one of the girls was in trouble.
Harry blamed it on his sleepy mind that was 10 miles behind on why he didn't realize this sooner.
Hurriedly getting up from Hermione's bed, Harry tossed on some clothes while thinking things through.
After he had the goblins create several of these danger alert amulets he gave them out to the girls. He knew they could handle themselves well, but better to be safe when sorry. Now with a dark lord roaming around the edges and out to get him, he had to have extra security around those he loves and cares for.
He knew of course it couldn't be Hermione or Lavender who were in danger since they were here with him, fast asleep. Nevertheless not wanting to waste any time dilly dialing, Harry tapped on his ring which was sending off a red light, and disappeared from where he was.
Appearing in a long, low underground room with rough stone walls and ceiling, from which round, greenish lamps were hanging on chains. A fire was crackling under an elaborately carved mantelpiece ahead of him, and several serpentine effigy and carving were posted every where with a large hanging of a green snake on top of the fireplace.
The place was dungeon-like room with greenish lamps and chairs. This dungeon extends partway under the lake, giving the light in the room a green tinge. The common room has lots of low backed black and dark green button-tufted, leather sofas; skulls; and dark wood cupboards. One of the wooden tables has a Wizard's Chess set on it. It is decorated with tapestries featuring the adventures of famous Medieval wizards and witches. It has quite a grand atmosphere, but also quite a cold one.
However he had to give it to this place, it had one thing the other houses didn't have, quite the view. High ceiling windows stood at the opposite end which looked out into the Hogwarts' lake. And oh boy what a sight it was!
Harry knew where he was, he only been here once before long ago in his first year, but he never forget it.
The Slytherin house common room!
Turning around Harry saw that several Slytherins were gathered around in a crowd all circling around some thing that he couldn't make up since their silhouette blocked it.
Walking forward, harry had to push people aside as they uttered low grunts and loud heys. Some of them took notice of him, staring at him from his face to his faded scar.
Harry ignored them as he pushed on, his heart hammering in his heart. This was not good, not good at all.
Slytherins tend to be ambitious, shrewd, cunning, strong leaders, and achievement-oriented. They also have highly developed senses of self-preservation. This means that Slytherins tend to hesitate before acting, so as to weigh all possible outcomes before deciding exactly what should be done. Plus they also tended to be very cold to each other and especially others as well, just from what he could see no one was moving forward to do anything so this was a very bad sign.
Bumping into a very familiar person, Draco spun around with a shout already on his lips. "Watch where you are going you fool!" Then the pompous ass came to a stop when he saw him as his mouth begin to hang open in shock. Pansy Parkinson who was dressed in a gorgeous violet colored dress and who must have been Draco's date for the night turned around to see what was going on.
Pushing past, Harry heard the boy scream from behind him. "What the hell are you doing here, Potter?!"
Not paying any attention to him, Harry finally breaks through the millings bodies and walked into a scene he didn't expect.
Right in the center of a wide opening that the Slytherins were leaving be for the people standing there, Harry saw three familiar forms he knew very well. Tracey stood to the side while Daphne stood out with her wand raised while she held some one up in the air. Blaise Zabini also entered the cleared out clearing just at the same time as him, brushing at his coat as he squeezed past the milling crowd.
And that person turned out to be none other than Theodore Nott, he was floating a few feet off the ground while something very massive coiled around him.
The green lamps slid over a gigantic serpentine creature, of a vivid, poisonous green, curling tightly around Theodore who was slowly being strangled.
Taking a second look at the creature wrapped around the Slytherin boy, Harry was reminded of the oh-so-familiar giant snake monster he was beaten back and defeated, a Basilisk. Harry's jaws hung open because it was a Basilisk he was staring at.
And it could only be one type of Basilisk, the one Harry gave to Daphne. It must have already hatched, but what had him aghast was how big it was. The damn thing was as big as a boa constrictor, the biggest muggle snake around and it had to be what, a few weeks old at best?!
Turning to Daphne, Harry walked forward and addressed her, "Hey, Daphne what's going on?"
Turning around to look at him, Harry saw the wrath in her eyes which burned like raging flames. He was so taken back he took a step back in surprise. Answering in an icy tone, she replied don't worry, "I have this," not even asking how he got in here or anything along those lines.
Turning to Tracey, Harry gave her a look asking what happened. The young witch only shook her head making later gestures. Blaise Zabini simply just shrugged his shoulder, not having a clue what was going on just like him.
Just then finally an adult came here to break things up as Professor Septima Vector came into the common room down from the stairs. She was in a lovely emerald green dress, showing that she had just come from the ball.
"What's going on here?" the older witch asked as the students quickly parted.
Before anyone could give an answer, another voice cut through the air. "I would like to know that as well!"
This time the person to enter was someone he rather not see, Professor Snape. The man was wearing a frippy dress robe that really looked long out of fashion.
"I can handle this on my own Professor Snape, thank you very much," Septima uttered as she placed a hand on her hip, glaring at the hooked nose man.
"It's alright, Professor Vector," the man replied as he took up a patronizing tone with her. "I can handle it from here... this might be too out of your range to handle."
Walking up to the man with her wand in hand, Septima it right in his face causing the man to go cross eye as he stared fixedly at the weapon pointed point blank in his face. A wand was after all like a gun to wizarding folk, and no one really wanted to do or say anything unnecessary when they had a rifle in their face.
"Tell me again, who is the Head house of Slytherin?" Septima asked coolly.
Face blanching, Snape when through numerous expression before he finally answered, "that would be you, Professor Vector, but I ca-..."
"Ahaha," the one said as she held out a finger to silence him. "That is all I wanted to hear from you, now please step back and keep your mouth shut so that I could do my job as Head house of Slytherin."
Without even giving him a chance to reply back, Septima turned around from him, putting him out of mind as she turned to this unusual situation on hand.
"Miss Greengrass could you please call back your familiar, and put down the student you are slowly choking to death!"
Glaring at the Slytherin boy, Snape had to open his mouth and shout, "Girl, put the Nott heir down right now!"
Spinning around in place and putting some magic in her voice, Professor Vector shouted back, "Would you shut your damn trap or should I do it for you!?"
Staring between the two professors as they glowered at each other, Harry ignored them and focused on Daphne. He knew she wasn't someone to lose her cool like this, so this punk had to have done something to anger her so.
"Daphne put please put him down, we can talk about this," Harry called out to the witch, he didn't want her to have blood in her hands and Nott was looking kind of purple right now.
"Yes, please," Septima added, "I shall see to it justice is done, no matter what."
"What is he doing here?" Snape asked as he narrowed his eyes on Harry. However, no one was paying him any attention as everyone was drawn into the tense standmate.
Letting out a low growl, Daphne finally did as commanded and let Nott down as her Basilisk unwinded from him and slithered up to her. Harry watched in amusement as the snake slowly shrinks in size until a tiny serpentine creature wrapped itself around Daphne's arm.
"So tell me what happened here?" Professor Vector immediately begin, wanting to get to the bottom of things.
"Isn't obvious," Snape butted in, raising his nose up in the air. "She had tried to kill the Nott heir right before our eyes. Everyone has seen it, and you can prove it, right boy?" the man asked the Slytherin boy.
But Nott was too busy trying to catch his breath as he took in deep gulps like a fish that has found its way on land. Harry saw the underlying fear in his eyes as he only dared to take a glance towards Daphne's general direction.
"That is not true," Tracey cut in. "This wretched scumbag came in here all drunk on firewhiskey and tried to get uppity with Daphne. When she was having none of that, he started calling her a whore and other things I do not want to mention. Then seeing he wasn't getting his way, he started to try to get physical, and Daphne of course put him in his place. There is nothing wrong with how she reacted, and a lady could do anything to protect her honor."
"What?" Harry said, when he heard what Tracey said. This time it was him whose eyes blazed over as he stared at the despicable Slytherin laying on the floor.
Harry balled his hands into fists and was just about to react very violently, before Blaise reached out and rested a hand on his shoulder. Shaking his head at him, the Italian wizard whispered, "he isn't worth the effort."
Harry really didn't think that at all, but Septima spoke up before he could do anything he would regret.
"Is this true, Mr. Nott?" the woman asked as her eyes narrowed on the detestable noble pureblood. Seeing how silent he was, Septima raised her voice to an unearthly level as it shook the very common room making students wobble in place and the ground tremble. "I SAID IS THIS TRUE!"
"So what if it is," Snape stepped forward. "She has physically assaulted a student with the intention to main. And anyway, it is her fault for associating with some undesirables and flaunting herself."
"Yea, it isn't like what Nott has been saying isn't true," Draco butting in coming to the front before everyone. "She has been spreading herself for Potter, a half blood for goodness sake. How can she blame except herse-..."
Before the blonde haired ass could finish what he was saying, a telepathic blast sent him off his feet and up into the air. He crashed up against the fire place wall, hitting the wall with a loud thump, and coming crashing down to the floor bonelessly. He was out like a light, before he even hit the ground, and Pansy started to scream in answer.
Then a large stream of fire came jetting towards Snape, who didn't even have time to take out his wand. All he could do was wave his cloak before himself, blocking the attack.
Then as soon as flames disappeared, Harry came rushing through the empty gap with his wand in hand and murder in his eyes.
He was pretty much done listening to them badmouth his betrothal right before his face, and beseeching her honor. Now was simply the time for action, consequence be damned.
[A/N: Things are about to heat up!]
Chapter 144: Throw Down Pt.2
"It isn't like what Nott has been saying isn't true," Draco butting in coming to the front before everyone. "She has been spreading herself for Potter, a half blood for goodness sake. How can she blame except herse-..."
Before the blonde haired ass could finish what he was saying, a telepathic blast sent him off his feet and up into the air. He crashed up against the fire place wall, hitting the wall with a loud thump, and coming crashing down to the floor bonelessly. He was out like a light, before he even hit the ground, and Pansy started to shrilly scream at the top of her lungs.
Then a large stream of fire came jetting towards Snape, who didn't even have time to take out his wand. All he could do was wave his cloak before himself, blocking the attack.
Then as soon as flames disappeared, Harry came rushing through the empty gap with his wand in hand and murder in his eyes.
He was pretty much done listening to them badmouth his betrothal right before his face, and beseeching her honor. Now was simply the time for action, consequence be damned.
Harry didn't even give Snape any breathing room, now will he. Things could turn quickly nasty if he allowed the Master wizard free reign, and to be honest, Harry wasn't sure how the outcome of the fight would turn out.
As much as he hated the greasy bat's guts, there was no denying he was a powerful wizard that could go toe to toe with the likes of the best of the best including his collages such as Professor Filius Flitwick, Professor Minerva McGonagall, and Sirius.
Although Harry had a butt load of magic and had been put through some grueling training, the fight still could turn out either way.
So, Harry quickly pressed his advantage while Snape was quickly trying to remove his burning cloak.
Magic duels were like that, they could either be prolonged affairs where each party tosses around their most powerful spells and destroying the surrounding area in the process. Or it could be a very quick affair where only a few spells are required as each individual is acting instinctively and using only what comes to mind at the moment. There is no time for finesse or something with a little of that requires extra time thanks to gathering up the required magical power.
Bolt after bolt of powerful electricity shot out of his wand, aimed right for the greasy bat. This time the petty man was able to put up a defense as his shield took on the brunt of the attack, however since it was made in such haste, it wasn't powerful enough to take on all the damage. Soon Snape's shield shattered under his unsought and the hooked nose man got jolted as his body racked with pain and was held in seize.
The students all around the common room went wild as they started screaming and running around like headless chickens. It was indeed a sight you wouldn't expect from the cool and collected Slytherin students.
Before, Harry could tear the pathetic man a new one, a long piece of glowing rope wrapped around him and immobilizing him on the spot.
"That is enough," Septima shouted while she had her wand pointed at him with the magical rope coming for the other end.
Harry tried to break free as he shook himself about, but quickly reeled him in as she tugged on the rope causing it to constrict tighter around him.
Getting up from the ground he fell face forward into, Snape looked at Harry with blood shot eyes filled with murder. His greased back hair was now a static frizzy mess thanks to being electrocuted by the young wizard.
"Snape stand down," Septima called out as she too saw that look in the man's eyes.
However, the greasy bat was too far gone as he was literally frothing from the mouth thanks to how angry he was. With a loud shriek of anger, he sent a bolt of dark green magic right at Harry.
Acting quick on his feet, Harry ducked and rolled, and also made sure to perfectly time the spell so that it could get ripe of the rope binding him.
Fizzing right past him, the spell zipped through the rope, eating away at the magical binding and freeing Harry, and then continued sailing through the air until it struck the far wall. It was a pretty nasty spell as it clunch there to the wall eating away at the foundation.
As soon as Harry was free he coiled his legs back like a spring and shot himself towards Snape. In the air, he quickly pulled out a long gleaming silver sword from his lordship ring and went in for the kill.
This time Snape was ready for him as the man stared at him with so much hate you won't believe it. The murder in his eyes were real as he wanted to finish Harry here once and for all.
Gnashing his teeth, the hooked nose man sent out a spell Harry wasn't familiar with in the least bit. Meaning it must be something that the greasy bat must have spellcrafted himself, his own original spell. Which put in a sort of conundrum on whether to block or dodge.
In duels, it was paramount that you knew what your enemy was sending your way, or else you might be in a pickle.
Nevertheless, Harry went with the third option, which was to take it on, head on.
He knew that was not something the vile man wasn't expecting in the least bit, and he needed Snape on his toes and to end this fight right now.
Counting on his magical augmented body, Harry bulldozed on ahead without the least bit care and with his sword raised on high.
The mysterious spell struck him, and Harry had a moment to watch as Snape's eyes begin to widen as he saw what he did.
Then that was when Harry felt it, it was like he was rendered a hundred cuts which he thinks that was what the spell was meant to do as blood welled on his skin and begin to seep down. The pain was pure agony, like experiencing a hundred paper cuts. It was only thanks to magical resistance that it wasn't actually a hundred sword slashes and he wasn't dead.
Ignoring the pain as best he could, Harry let loose a roar as he swung his sword high coming down upon Snape for the killing blow. The man only had time to throw out one last feeble spell hoping it would do something to stop the bloody mad boy before him, screaming like a mad man, and coming in charging all bloody up like Mary.
And sadly for him, it didn't.
The Sword of Gryffindor cut through the spell like it was nothing, and it was only because Snape was slowly falling down to the ground as his feet went weak and slowly wobbled back under him that he escaped the brunt of the attack.
However not all of it was still Harry as able to draw blood from the man as a long gash ran across his torso.
Not finished there at all, Harry swung his sword all the way back like a hitter getting ready to stick home and struck at the greasy bat right in the abdomen.
The only kindness Harry showed was using the sword side and not its edge which would have sliced him in half on the spot. However his blow still continued all the magical augmentation he put into it and the man was sent off his feet and into the air.
Harry watched as poor old Snivellus tumbled end over end in the air and finally came to stop. However that was when he smacked against the high ceiling glass windows which looked out into the depth of the Hogwarts' lake. And to make it even more unpleasant the man didn't hit the window back first getting the air knocked out of him like Draco, but instead face first.
Slowly he slid down the window some how and then fell to the floor.
Silence greeted the common room as only Harry's breathing and Pansy's occasional weeping filled the chamber.
No one dared to say or word or even make a sound, it was pitch quiet in the place with Slytherin students not daring to move a muscle.
It all changed when Harry came up to his full height as he looked like a bloody mess, but still stood tall. He stared around the common room, but no one, not one Slytherin left in the place dared to meet his eyes. All of them either coiled back in fear or respect.
If there was one thing these snakes respected, then it would be that, power. Pure and unadulterated.
Before the night was even out, Harry knew there would be plenty of talk about how he, Harry Potter, defeated an actual Professor. How he went toe to toe with Snape and came out on top while he laid before him.
However Harry didn't care for all that, his eyes rested on Daphne and Tracey first and foremost.
He saw that Tracey was looked at him awed as her mouth hung open while Daphne on the other hand bite her lips sultry looked at him with a heated gaze. If there was ever a little snake it was her, who else would get turned on at such a display of power.
Seeing that they were at right, Harry's eyes landed on one very special soul, Theodore Nott.
The brown haired wizard was able to collect himself all while the fighting was happening and made himself look presentable like a noble born should. However, now that his baleful eyes where upon him, he bulked back in fear.
Harry smiled a very nasty smile towards him, looking all friendly and whatnot, however his eyes said a whole nother things.
"That would be enough, Mr. Potter," Septima called, doing her duty.
"Oh, don't worry, Professor," Harry answered with a grin towards the older witch. "I know this is the extent of things I could do at school. However outside of it, well..." Harry said as he cast a glance towards Nott.
"Did you forget about the casus belli, I had on your house fool?" Harry asked. "Well now that you reined me so well, I am here to collect. I shall see you on the field of battle, Nott, then I will personally end you, forever..."
There were plenty of clouds gulps around, and Harry had to give it to the wretched cur as he at least put on a brave front.
"I will like to see you come, Potter," Nott sneered. "I will make sure to personally end your line with you!"
"We shall see then," Harry said as he turned around and made to leave.
Daphne and Tracey quickly followed in and Blaise as well with Daphne wrapping her arms around him possessively.
It wasn't a surprise when Harry was called to Dumbledore's office, he was more or less expecting that.
The old bastard knew just about everything that went about in these halls, with barely anything escaping his sight. So it wasn't a surprise he would find out about the throw down that happened in the Slytherin common room.
It isn't every day that you have a teacher and student fight it out in front of a quarter of the student body.
However, what was a surprise was when he came into the old man's office.
It was like everyone decided to come in there as each and every single one of them were shouting over each other and waving their hands about frantically.
It was indeed a mess in there, the whole teacher body had shown up including the perpetrators which was him, Nott, and Malfoy. And of course the witness and victim-ish, including Daphne, Tracey, and Pansy.
Harry could see that Dumbledore wasn't having a fun time of it as he kept on rubbing his long silver beard to calm down.
Harry had to be honest, he had indeed given the old man a heck of a time this year. No other year, had he caused all these messes. The list really just went on and on from claiming his lordship, rebuilding his families, getting the old man kicked out of Gringotts, uncovering Barty Jr., joining the Wizengamot, getting the old man kicked out of it, massacring countless Death Eater, putting down a rebellion, destroying a section of the school, battling Voldemort, getting his name into the cup, and the list went on and on.
Harry wondered if the old man was asking himself if it would only get worse for him from here on out. The school year was barely even half over, and the old coot was in such a precarious. How would the next few years turn out he was here?
"Professors, Headmaster," Harry bowed his head courteously once he entered the office, it never hurt to be polite.
"Harry," Hagrid shouted.
"Are you alright, pup?" Sirius asked as he came over as well. The man must have been worried sick as he was confined by Madam Pomfrey in the Hospital Wing all night long along with Snape, Draco, Theodore, and the other students that said they were injured, but only wanted to seek attention.
No one was allowed in, so Sirius never did get to lay eyes on him until now.
Harry was doing more than fine thanks to the enhanced healing he had, more than he could say than some greasy old bat who had one arm in a sling, a neck brace, bandages around his torso, and a bit wide gap as his two front teeth were missing. They would be grown back, but he would be like that for a while as it was a delicate process regrowing limbs, organs, and other valuable parts.
"Please, son, take a seat," the old man indicated to an empty chair in front of him.
Harry really wouldn't have preferred seating in between Draco and Snape, but he was left with no choice but to follow through with the old man's command.
"Well," Dumbledore begin as he stoopled his finger, "where should we begin!"
Chapter 145: Suspension
"Please, take a seat, my boy," the old man indicated to an empty chair in front of him.
Harry really wouldn't have preferred seating in between Draco and Snape, but he was left with no choice but to follow through with the old man's command.
"Well," Dumbledore begin as he stooped his finger, "where should we begin!"
Harry was sure as hell not going to be the first person to speak up and draw the ire of everyone down on himself, so he kept his mouth shut and silently sat back in his seat.
However some folk weren't as smart as him, Draco was the first one to begin whining. He had his left hand in a sling, even though Harry was sure as hell nothing was broken. The pompous ass really knew how to put on a good show as he made himself look bedraggled and in great pain.
"Headmaster, you have no idea all the pain that I had to go through! This... this bully," he said as he pointed at Harry, putting on a real emotional expression that could win him the Oscars at any time with his top notch acting. "Came in charging into your house common room, and then for no reason at all slung me against the wall. You have no idea the agony I suffered, Headmaster. I don't know if it is the Triwizard tournament getting to his head as he was able to sneak his way in and somehow win the first trial through who knows what means.
However, I... no all of us Slytherin students fear for our lives and safety. There is nothing we can do to stand up to this tyrant, who gets to run around doing whatever he wants. I implore you, Headmaster," he pleaded, adding a wonderful little break in his tone, "please put an end to his reign of terror!"
Finally taking a breath to collect himself, Draco was interpreted from saying anything else as clapping sounds filled the office. Everyone turned around to look at Harry who was applauding with all joy and gusto.
Ceasing when he saw he had everyone's attention, Harry looked at Draco and uttered, "Man, Draco, you really should look into getting into theater! Now that was indeed some very fine acting! You really need to give us dumb folk a pointer or two when you get a chance."
"Look at that," Snape jumped in with a triumphant look on his face as he pointed a thin boney finger at him. "He has no respect for anyone at all," he exclaimed and Harry had to do everything he could to hold himself from breaking out into a fit of laughter.
The man had a really bad lisp thanks to his missing teeth, and it was made all the more worse with his agitated state. Seemingly sensing the humor that Harry was holding back, Snap narrowed his eyes at him while he continued, "He doesn't care at all and continues on his way as if the world is his and we shall all bow down before his superiority. Just like his father, the exact same," he spat out with so much vehemence and hate.
"All I have to say to you, is that respect is earned not given," Harry chuckled, "that's why I don't have any for you, Snivellus!"
At the mention of his old nickname, the older wizard stirred in his chair as he made to get up, and most likely attack him where he stood.
However his attention was drawn by Sirius who growled, "Don't you dare, speak James's name, he was a better man than you, and will always be. And don't think you got off lightly, Snape," the Black family head stood there menacingly, "I shall see outside when everything is said and done as my honor demands satisfaction for daring to lay a finger on my godson!"
Narrowing his eyes at Sirius, Snape would have been jumping for joy at this opportunity to end his hated enemy once and for all without it coming back to him in a level duel. However being the traitorous, sneaky snake he was, the man looked down at himself at his battered and wounded body that Harry messed up pretty bad, and knew his chances wouldn't be that great in his current state.
"What about in a month's time," the greasy bat said, clearly hating to delay his joy in ending Sirius, but also wanting to favor his odds.
"That's enough," Professor McGonagall held out her hand before Sirius could answer and made the duel binding. "There will be no dueling to the death on this school's ground," she declared as she gave everyone a stern look.
"He isn't worth it, Sirius," Harry spoke up, then smiling at Snape, he added, "forget even stand a chance to a fourth year student, I don't think he could stand up to a chicken! Dueling him would be more of a dishonor than dueling a child."
"You make a fair point, pup," the wizard smiled wolfishly, though the joy didn't though his eyes, "he does look to be in a pretty bad state from 'exemplary demonstration,' no offense to your fighting prowesses!"
"None taken," Harry nodded his head, "you really should have seen him, flailing about like a helpless newborn baby as I ran circles around him!"
"AAAHHH," Snape finally snapped as he jumped off his seat causing the chair he was seated on to clatter to the ground. He stared at both Harry and Sirius with so much lived hate and hostility, Harry quickly prepared himself for another round of fighting. This time he knew he had the edge as Snape really was nothing more than a disabled man.
Before the fool could get anywhere, Dumbledore had him all tied up like a ribbon as the old man somehow without any handwaving or word, had Snape seated back in his seat, without the man unable to saw a word as his face went red when he made to speak.
"Must I do the same for the both of you, or will you behave?" Dumbledore asked the both of them with stern looks.
Getting shakes of the head or sullen silences, Draco had to butt in as he begin in a whining tone, "Headmaster, are you not going to do anything to them?" he asked in an accusatory tone.
"I think you, young man, should be more worried about yourself," the old schoolmaster answered back as he turned his eyes on the boy who drew his attention.
"What? Huh..." Draco stammered out looking confused, it really must be a first for him, not having things go his way.
"Professor Vector was kind enough to debrief me on what happened, before you all came here," the old man cleared up the confusion written on Draco's face.
Septima who was off to the side was kind enough to nod her head in an affirmative.
"I know perfectly well how you added fuel to the flame, Mr. Malfoy! And you barely suffered at all compared to the other grievous injuries that have been dealt last night!"
"Look at my arm," Draco exclaimed, not believing his bullshit was working at all on anyone. "I am in constant pain thanks to what he did to me," he spat out.
"It was only a little push, come on and man up," Harry shrugged his shoulder, not giving to fucks at all what the ass was sprouting.
"You barely have any bruising at all," Madam Pomfrey snorted, "Merlin only knows why you decided to put on that sling!"
"Yea, we remember how yeh got through us with your lies abou' Buckbeak. Poor, boy never deserved the ax," he shed a tear as he took out his handkerchief and sniffed into it.
"There, there," Professor Flitwick said as he rested a palm on the big man to ease him.
Looking at the Hagrid, Harry caught the big man's eye as he winked at him. Shaking his head to himself and chuckling amusedly, he never knew that the big man had it in him.
"You... can't d- do this," Draco shrilly cried out as he saw that the corners were finally closing on him.
"Please calm down, Mr. Malfoy," Dumbledore waved his hand to ease the frantic boy, however, the fool just carried on.
"My father will hear about this unjust treatment," he cried out as he widly looked around at everyone. "He will know how you treated me, and how you should preferential to this... this filthy half-blood," he bite out.
Slamming his fist down on the table, Dumbledore looked angry for the first time ever. "That is enough! You will spend the remaining school year in detention with Mr. Filch, doing the tasks he sets you upon while thinking about your actions and words. And before you utter your father's name," Dumbledore said as he waved a finger at the boy.
"Remember he has lost all power and respect he used to have. And now I doubt he will even keep his family home..." the old man added as he only cast a single glance in Sirius's direction.
Going absolutely red in the face, the idiot shouted, "he is still part of the Board of Governors, and he could have your scrawny ass removed from the Headmaster position at any time!"
"I also doubt that as well," the old man simply replied, "his seat is now being contended by Mr. Potter as we speak."
Waving politely at the ass when he spun around to face him, Harry uttered, "I really couldn't leave a man who unleashed dark magic on the school ground to remain part of the board overseeing the school."
"Simply put," Sirius snickered, "your father lost nearly all his power thanks to his bad moves, and is now basically a nobody.
"Why don't you come with me," Filch said as he stepped out of the corner he was in. Watching as the dumbfounded idiot was dragged out, Harry couldn't help chuckling to himself as the ass was once and for all put in his place.
"Why do you find so funny, Mr. Potter," Dumbledore asked, turning to look towards the old man Harry saw that there was no grandfatherly kindness in his expression, just only severity on his face.
Seeing his mood, Harry knew he was in for a heck of a time!
"I am really disappointed in how you have conducted yourself," the old man stated.
"But..." Harry tried to start, but was cut off as the powerful wizard held out a hand.
"No, buts, it does not matter why you have done what you have. The point still stands, you attacked both a student and a staff member of this school which is grounds for immediate action on my part."
"You must consider the circumstances, Albus," Sirius spoke up for him on his behalf. "They besmirched his betrothal honor, so it is his right as a lord of this land to seek his satisfaction. They are lucky that they didn't end up as a stain on the ground," he chafed as his eyes landed on both Snape and Nott.
"The point still stands, he has attacked a student and teacher," the old man repeated. "And you don't have to worry yourself," he added for Sirius's benefit. "Everyone shall be dealt out their proper punishment!" he emphasized the point with a heavy pause.
Then looking back on Harry, he pronounced, "Harry, my boy, I say this with a heavy heart, but I won't stand for any violence in my school, that is why you shall have a one month suspension from school effective immediately. Take that time to think on what you did, and reflect on your action!"
"Snape," the old man said as he turned to the hooked nose man who was finally allowed to speak. "You will take leave of absence for the rest of the year as you are suspended without pay!"
"What!?" the greasy bat shouted, disbelieving at what he was hearing.
"You heard me," Dumbledore said, "you are suspended for incompetence, conduct unbecoming of a teacher, failure to attend to duties, and failure to carry out reasonable orders and directions. And the list goes on from there, do you want me to get into greater detail?"
Finally being able to splutter out a hasty reply, Snape made to defend himself. "This is just unreasonable, Albus! I am a vaunted member of this school. You can't just suspend me for trying to discipline a rowdy student!"
"Yea, and how did that go," Harry chuckled.
"If only it was that," Dumbledore said with a shake of his head, "You have shown all year long that you can not be able to control your temper and behavior, Severus. You have shown conduct unbecoming of a staff member of this school as you have continued to demonstrate a lack of restraint. And I told you what would happen if you continued this way. Now take the rest of the year off, I shall take charge of your classes for now, and reflect on your conduct."
Snape was left utterly silenced, his mouth continued to flap open and shut like a fish stuck on land.
Not giving him the time of day anymore, Dumbledore turned to the final and chief instigator. "Mr. Nott," the old man begin, but he was cut off as Theodore held his nose in the air.
"So am I to get cleaning duty with that squib?"
"No!" the old man answered.
"Suspension for a month like this pleb?"
"No-"
"Seriously, for the rest of the year," the Slytherin boy sighed out.
"No as well," Dumbledore forcefully got out, "this is the first time as Headmaster I had to do this, but for your action, Mr. Nott. I will have to expel you! We do not stand for trying to assault other students and nor shall we ever! That is why you shall be an example for anyone else who has funny thoughts about doing the same thing on school grounds."
Unlike Draco and Snape you have a very violent reaction to their punishment, Theodore only remained silent.
"Alright fine," the boy replied with a shrug."My father always did want me to go to Durmstrang Institute. Hogwarts isn't what it used to be.."
"Sadly, you will find that impossible, after your father's fall from grace as he now awaits his trial in Azkaban," the old man shook his head. "And Igor Karkaroff does have an adverse feeling for any past Death Eater, especially those sprouting bringing back their Dark Lord!"
Seeing that all the matters was settled, Harry made to get up, ready to pack in for the day. However before he left, he turned to Theodore, "I am really glad I have some time off from school! I think I would be using it to wipe your family off the map, permanently!"
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