"Spells"
Chapter Thirteen!
6th of September 1994
Harry smiled to himself. Today's class schedule was just like yesterday's; empty. He had one class, well sort of, it was his first independent study period and perhaps his only one depending on how History of Magic went. As the time for the class rolled around he went to see Professor McGonagall about setting up with another potions lab to allow him to brew his potions properly.
Looking at the marauder's map he found her in the deputy headmistress office and proceeded to make his way there. Knocking he called out, "Professor, do you have a minute, can I talk to you?"
"Come in Mr. Potter." He heard the reply as the door unlocked itself. He push it inwards walking into Professor McGonagall office, closing the door behind him he took the set she indicated as she asked, "What do you need Harry?"
"This is my first independent study period for potion's and I've realized I have no were to brew anything. Could you show me a class room I can prepare potions within?"
"I'm sorry Mr. Potter I should have thought of this. Hmm let me see, there are several rooms you could use. Why not one down in the dungeons near where potions is currently taught, that way you'll be near the store rooms?"
"Will it be ventilated? Some of the potions can produce nasty fumes after all. I've already ordered some protective clothing, goggles, hair nets, aprons, stuff like that in case anything goes wrong but I can't do anything about the ventilation. I want to make sure to get all of the out of the way because there have been a few times I saw a few students almost fainting from the fumes. I'm surprised that because of the kind of potions we make, and some of the mistakes made already, there hasn't been any serious incidents; students ending up in the Hospital Wing and the like."
"In that case, the room in the dungeon, isn't the best place then, how about a room on the 1st floor, they all have windows which would provide plenty of ventilation. Of course it would need to be warded to keep insects out, you wouldn't want one flying into a brewing potion but I can do that myself," said Professor McGonagall as she thought about it. She was shocked at what young Mr. Potter told her, she never thought about the dangers of being in a room not ventilated during a potion class, why would she? It wasn't her classroom. "Follow me Mr. Potter, I'll take you there and you can make sure you're happy with the room."
As he followed Professor McGonagall to his new potions room on the 1st floor they talked about his safety equipment and where he was ordering it from before moving onto explaining what and how he was going to be studying. He told her that he planned to read ahead though his fourth year potion book, only brewing a potion once he had a clear idea of the instructions and what he should and shouldn't be doing. Quickly reaching the class room Professor McGonagall pushed the door open and then he followed her inside and had a look about.
"Could you ask the house-elves to clean up in here, move out all the desks apart from one and then bring in some work benches so that if I need to leave a potion brewing I can please?" Harry requested as he looked around the dust covered room and finding no usable space for brewing.
"Of course Mr. Potter it will be done by your next free study period, so your planning on leaving potions brewing in here?" Professor McGonagall asked, considering the danger to the other students if they stumbled in here and knock over a cauldron.
"Yea there are some that will need it, why?" Harry asked worriedly.
"I'll have to place a locking spell put on the door so that no one can enter without having a key, I'll give one to you and keep one myself. That way there's no chance of anyone coming in here by mistake and knocking over anything you've left brewing, or from those who might want to sabotage your potions."
"Ok, I hadn't thought of that." He said, relieved, "I'll let you know how much my protective gear cost. If that's all I think I'm going to head to the library and start reading through my books."
"Yes Mr. Potter that all, thank you you've given me lots to think about in regards to making potions safer, if you tell me how much your protective gear cost I'll refund you that amount, you shouldn't be buying school equipment after all."
He'd heard on the rumour mill later that Professor McGonagall had moved the Potion Class to one of the upper class rooms, and demanded Snape change his teaching method. He found out by asking around that apart from taking the single class to read up on the potions, Snape now insisted students read the instruction in their text books during their free time, to ensure that they all had a good understanding of how the potion was brewed before allowing them to make the potion. He also chuckled in amusement when a couple of days after talking with Professor McGonagall protective clothing turned up in the potion class, at first it was just aprons and goggles, but later gloves and hair nets turned up as well. He hadn't expect Snape to still be teaching after Professor McGonagall demands, but apparently he been told to live with it or she would find someone who would, which took the air out of his sails as he didn't want to lose his job.
As Harry made his way to lunch he meet up with Hermione, who was still giving him strange looks, so deciding once again to try and get her to open up he ask, "Are you okay Hermione, is something wrong?".
"Everything is fine Harry!" She cursed him in her head, even if it was sweet of him to notice that she was preoccupied with trying to make sure she knew the new Harry and making sure HE was alright, she didn't want to explain herself yet.
"Well if you want to talk about it I'm here", he replied not believing a word she had said. She had yet to do anything about the House-Elves and he knew that she wouldn't have forgotten something like that unless something big was bothering her. But he knew that Hermione wouldn't share until she was ready, and so he quickly changed the subject, "How was your potions class?" He asked, settling in to hear Hermione gush about the new safety procedures and how much of a fine authority figure Mcgonagall was shaping up to be. While Hermione's blind loyalty in authority figures may have been almost destroyed, in it's place grew real loyalty towards Mcgonagall for proving herself worthy of her titles.
The next day he had two classes. The first was Charms, where they reviewed the last three years of work to see what the class could remember and do, the other class was Double Runes. After a short introduction of everyone in the class for Harry's benefit by Professor Bathsheda, they reviewed what they had done last year before Professor Bathsheda started to talk about what was planned to that year.
"This year the main area of study is going to be how runes are used in Wards. You're going to start by learning the basic ruins used in Wards, before moving on to the common Wards you would find in everyday life. We're then going to learn how to display and raise Wards safely. You goal for this term however, is to learn enough so that you can ward a small item." Harry's interest peaked, he decided he had made the right decision in dropping Divination.
That night Harry snuck out of the tower to go down to the Chamber of Secrets to meet Medusa. On the way down he met up with Luna and after a bit of walking in silence between the two he asked Luna why she had become his 'slave' the night they fucked and what she wanted in the future.
"The Wizarding World doesn't treat women very well Harry. Unless the woman is powerful, from an old family or has someone willing to protect them there is simply no life for them apart from as house-wives or servants."
Considering Luna's situation, both paste and present, he wasn't entirely sure he liked the conclusion he came to, "So you bound yourself to me for protection?"
"I bound myself to you for several reasons Harry. You're a good person and you'll treat me well, much better than another boy I know. I hope now that if I'm yours you'll protect me from other boys and will allow me to do as I wish as long as it doesn't upset you." She said with some trepidation before talking a breath and turning to Harry, her eyes focusing in a way that just looked odd on her normally spacey face, looking him straight in the eye, "And frankly Harry I like being dominated, as such I'll do anything you want me to to keep you happy. I'll have sex with you whenever you want, wherever you want. If you want me to have your baby I'll take the antidote to my contraceptive potion tomorrow; the earliest I can get my hands on a dose, and happily take every drop of seed you can produce into my womb. If you want me to sleep with another women, I'll suck your cum from her pussy. Or if you simply need someone to talk to, to be your friend and lend you an ear, I'll be there." she said with conviction.
Pausing in the hall, shaken by Luna's passion in declaring herself his, he considered her words and the heady sense of power he felt over her. Looking up and then seeing her worried face when he hadn't responded, he looked around to make sure no one was about, he pushed her up against the corridor wall, lifting her by her bum his one hand as the other went into her hair pulling her face up to his. He felt her legs wrap around him, grinding her crotch into his semi-flaccid member before he kissed her hard, demandingly, pouring every ounce of passion he had into it. Pulling away to breathe he rested his head on the wall next to her and growled out, "You're mine Luna Lovegood, I'll protect you and cherish you always, but you're going to have my children. Not now, but one day. I can promise you when the time comes when I impregnate you, you'll be busy sucking my cum out of another girls pussy."
He felt Luna shudder in a small orgasm as his words, his hand on her arse, and his other hand gripping her hair tightly, keeping her head in place possessively caused her to cum. Eventually Luna's shudders died down and Harry let her go before they walked done towards the Chamber of Secrets in silence; Luna was still in a dazed state from his action and promise to speak much. Meanwhile, Harry was thinking. He'd known that the Wizarding World was backwards, just not as backwards as she revealed. He'd never gotten a chance to see the darker side of things, as all the women he'd met were well respected, powerful in their own right and so were granted freedom from these 'obligations' society would normally impose.
Once they'd gotten down to the Chamber they spent some time talking about Medusa's past, learning many things about her and Hogwarts. One surprising fact was that the cave she used while in her Basilisk form lead to the Forbidden Forest. As Harry thought about it, it made sense, how else would she have gotten any food if she had of been stuck in the school all the time? Medusa also talked about how her Master, Slytherin, had used parts of her true form in various ways. Her venom, teeth and blood could be used in potions, to improve some rituals that called for a lesser venom and to imbue weapons with her venom's deadly qualities. Her scales could be used to make body armour, she showed them the seats he'd made for himself, his family and her for when she was in human form. For Harry and Luna it had been an enlightening experience to discus objects which could be made from Basilisk's parts, as normal there was nothing taught on how to use these parts due to them being so rare and expensive, Harry realized Slytherin had a limited supply to some really useful components, only a shedding charm two away; a liberty that was now Harry's.
Tiring Harry decided it was time to sleep and before he'd even reached the bedroom Luna was naked and hanging off him after having impaling herself on his length as he walked towards the bedroom. By the time he'd collapsed on the bed exhausted, he'd cum in them both multiple times, so once again the girl fell asleep, a puddle of sperm forming under them, leaking from their pussy's. They woke early so Harry and Luna could get back to their towers without being found out but not before Medusa had had her womb bathed in his cum one final time.
8th of September 1994
The first class he had today was Transfiguration and like the other classes that he'd had recently, they reviewed the last three years of work to see what they could remember and do. After that they finished the day with Defence Against the Dark Arts, which was when things got interesting.
Harry and Hermione arrived early for class so they could sit in front of the teacher's desk interested in finding out what kind of professor Moody was. Waiting for him and the rest of the class, the two took out their copies of The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection, and began reading it, a vaguely uncomfortable air settling around them. All too soon the other students started to arrive and they heard Moody's distinctive clunking footsteps coming down the corridor. Shortly after they heard his leg he entered the room, looking as strange and frightening as ever. They could just see his clawed, wooden foot protruding from underneath his robes. "You can put those away," He growled, stumping over to his desk and sitting down, "Those books. You won't need them." They returned the books to their bags.
Moody took out a register, shook his long mane of grizzled gray hair out of his twisted and scarred face, and began to call out names, his normal eye moving steadily down the list while his magical eye swivelled around, fixing upon each student as he or she answered.
"Right then," He said when the last person had declared themselves present, "I got a letter from Professor Lupin about this class. Seems you've had a pretty thorough grounding in tackling Dark Creatures - you've covered Boggarts, Red Caps, Hinkypunks, Grindylows, Kappas, and Werewolves, is that right?"
There was a general murmur of assent.
"But you're behind - very behind - on dealing with curses," said Moody. "So I'm here to bring you up to scratch on what wizards can do to each other. I've got one year to teach you how to deal with Dark -"
"What, aren't you staying?" Ron blurted out.
Moody's magical eye spun around to stare at Ron; the redhead suddenly looked extremely apprehensive, but after a moment Moody smiled - the first time Harry had seen him do so. The effect was his heavily scarred face looking even more twisted and contorted than ever, but it was nevertheless good to know that he could do something as friendly as smile. Ron looked deeply relieved.
"You'll be Arthur Weasley's son, eh?" Moody stated. "Your father got me out of a very tight corner a few days ago, so I won't punish you this time, seeing as I owe him one. Yeah, I'm staying just the one year. Special favour to Dumbledore. One year, and then back to my quiet retirement.
"So - straight to it. Curses. They come in many strengths and forms. According to the Ministry of Magic, I'm supposed to teach you counter-curses and leave it at that. I'm not supposed to show you what illegal Dark Curses look like until you're in the sixth year. You're not supposed to be old enough to deal with it 'til then. But Professor Dumbledore's got a higher opinion of your nerves, he reckons you can cope, and I say, the sooner you know what you're up against, the better. How are you supposed to defend yourself against something you've never seen? A wizard who's about to put an illegal curse on you isn't going to tell you what he's about to do. He's not going to do it nice and polite to your face. You need to be prepared. You need to be alert and watchful. You need to put that away, Miss Brown, when I'm talking."
Lavender jumped and blushed. She had been showing Parvati her completed horoscope under the desk. Apparently Moody's magical eye could see through solid wood in addition to seeing out of the back of his head.
"So… do any of you know which curses would cause the caster the heaviest punishment by wizarding law?"
Several hands rose tentatively into the air, including Harry's and Hermione's. Moody pointed at Harry, though his magical eye was still fixed on Lavender.
"There three of them sir," Harry said confidently, "They were known as the Unforgivable Curses; the Killing Curse, Cruciatus Curse and the Imperius Curse. The use of any one of them on a fellow human being is enough to earn a life sentence in Azkaban," Giving a purse, he went on to say, "I've been thinking about them over the summer, apart from one of them, I don't think they should be known as the Unforgivable Curses."
His house-mates looked at him as if he grew a second head after this admission, none of them believed what Harry just said. The Golden Boy of Gryffindor didn't think that at least two of the Unforgivable Curses should be forbidden. But Mad-Eye looked at him in interest, "Explain Mr. Potter." He said curiously.
"Ok sir," Harry said with a smile, "To start with, I think the only curse that should be called Unforgivable is the Cruciatus Curse. From what I read it causes nothing but pain, it feels as if your nerves and skin are forced to experience as much pain as they can send to your brain, more so then the nerve endings safely can, which causes various side effects of repeated and long time exposure."
"Well said Mr. Potter," said Mad-Eye, "I don't think I could have said it better myself. Allow me to show you," With that Moody raised himself onto his mismatched feet, opened his desk drawer, and took out a glass jar. Three large black spiders were scuttling around inside it. Harry had to hold in his laughter as he saw Ron recoil slightly next to him - Ron hated spiders.
"The Cruciatus Curse," Moody said loudly. "Needs to be a bit bigger for you to get the idea," He commented more to himself, pointing his wand at the spider. "Engorgio!"
The spider swelled. It was now larger than a tarantula. Abandoning all pretence, Harry saw Ron pushing his chair backward, trying to get as far away from Moody's desk as possible.
Moody raised his wand, pointed it at the spider, and muttered, "Crucio!"
At once, the spider's legs bent inward upon its body; it rolled over and began to twitch horribly, rocking from side to side. No sound came from it, but Harry was sure that if it could have given voice, it would have been screaming. Moody did not remove his wand, and the spider started to shudder and jerk more violently - "Stop it!" Hermione said shrilly.
Harry looked around at her. She was looking, not at the spider, but at Neville, and Harry, following her gaze, saw that Neville's hands were clenched upon the desk in front of him, his knuckles white, his eyes wide and horrified. Harry made a mental note to talk to Neville, to see why he had such a reaction later on.
Moody raised his wand. The spider's legs relaxed, but it continued to twitch.
"Reducio," Moody muttered, and the spider shrank back to its proper size. He put it back into the jar.
"As Potter put it; pain," Moody said softly, "The curse makes it feel as if you're on fire, being stabbed, being ripped apart, and bludgeoned to death all at once. You don't need thumbscrews or knives to torture someone if you can perform the Cruciatus Curse. That one was very popular once too. So Mr. Potter, tell about me the other two curses and your thoughts about why they shouldn't be called Unforgivable Curses."
Harry nodded, tearing his eyes from where Neville was slowly recovering. "Let's start with the Imperius Curse. This curse grants total control of the victims body to the caster; complete and utter control. From what I've read, once you're under it you'll feel a floating sensation as every thought and worry in your head is wiped gently away, leaving nothing but a vague, untraceable happiness. You'll barely realize what is happening around you. Whilst you're under the spell the caster can make you do anything he/she wanted, even rape and/or kill your family, to name a few extremes, and you can't do anything about it. In the wrong hands, the spell can be the dangerous, but in the right hands, it can be a great help. Say if you have someone that was going to kill himself, like jump of a high building, now you would think stunning him or something like that would work best. But if you did that, it's highly likely that you could kill the person yourself; the spell actually throwing them off of the building. But should you use Imperius Curse, you could make it so the person walks away safely so someone can deal them. Or what if you and another person were in a burning building, a magical fire, and it was quickly getting out of hand. The person you're with is petrified with fear, and unable to move. Again, you could try to stun and float the person out, but by using that much time to cast those spells and float the person just right, the fire could now blocked your way out and kill you both. But by using the Imperius Curse, one quick spell and you and the person can quickly get out of that building. There is another one I can think of that the Imperius Curse can help, but the results are the same, the person is saved."
"A very valid point Mr. Potter," Mad-Eye said with a gram of a smile, "Not many people think like that, in the right hands the spell can be a great help to protect and save people's lives. But as you also said, in the wrong hands it can be in very dangerous." The crazy professor once again reached into the jar and caught another one of the spiders. He held it in the palm of his hand so they could all see it. He then pointed his wand at it and muttered, "Imperio!" The spider leapt from Moody's hand on a fine thread of silk and began to swing backward and forward as though on a trapeze. It stretched out its legs rigidly, then did a back flip, breaking the thread and landing on the desk, where it began to cartwheel in circles. Moody jerked his wand, and the spider rose onto two of its hind legs and went into what was unmistakably a tap dance.
Everyone was laughing - everyone that is, except Moody, Harry and Hermione.
"Think it's funny, do you?" He growled at those who were laughing. "You'd like it, would you, if I did it to you?"
The laughter died away almost instantly.
"As Mr. Potter pointed out, I had total control," Moody said quietly as the spider balled itself up and began to roll over and over. "I could make it jump out of the window, drown itself, throw itself down one of your throats…"
Ron gave an involuntary shudder.
"Years back, there were a lot of witches and wizards being controlled by the Imperius Curse," said Moody, and Harry knew he was talking about the days in which Voldemort had been all-powerful. "A lot of Aurors working for the Ministry had a hell of a time trying to sort out who was being forced to act, and who was acting of their own free will. "The Imperius Curse can be fought, and I'll be teaching you how, but it takes real strength of character, something not everyone's got. Better avoid being hit with it if you can. CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" He barked suddenly, making everyone jump.
Moody picked up the somersaulting spider and threw it back into the jar.
After he closed the jar he looked at Harry with interest as to what he would say about the final curse, "Now Potter, the final Unforgivable Curses, what are your thoughts about that one. How can it be used for good?" Everyone looked at Harry with interest, awe and fear. As people like Ron, Dean and Seamus, thought that because Harry was thinking that two of the Unforgivable Curses could be used for good, it meant that he was going Dark.
"Lastly, the Killing Curse," said Harry, "As most know, kills quickly and painlessly, so why couldn't a Healer use it for a patient who was dying slowly and painfully? Wouldn't it be a mercy killing if a person is suffering needlessly and potions or spells couldn't help them? What I'm trying to say is that although most of the so called Dark Art can be used for evil, they can, like the Killing Curse and the Imperius Curse, be used for good. Just like the magic we are allowed to use, they can be used for evil. Like the Stupefy Charm. With enough power you could stop a person's heart and kill them it. And with the Levitation Charm, you can levitate a person a very high height or over the edge of something high up and then cancel the spell and in doing so kill the person. It is all about intent…"
"Well said Mr. Potter," Mad-Eye said with another ghost of a smile, "Not many people think like that, and I wish that they did. As magic is magic and only a handful are truly evil, the ones that aren't, the person makes them good or evil. I once heard the Dark Lord say once 'There is only power, and those who are too weak to seek it.' Most of you might disagree with this on principle, but after what you heard from Mr. Potter I think you should all seriously consider it has merit."
He put his hand into the glass jar, and almost as though it knew what was coming, the third spider scuttled frantically around the bottom of the jar, trying to evade Moody's fingers, but he trapped it and placed it upon the desktop. It started to scuttle frantically across the wooden surface.
Moody raised his wand, and Harry felt a sudden jolt of foreboding.
"Avada Kedavra!" Moody roared.
There was a flash of blinding green light and a rushing sound, as though a vast, invisible something was soaring through the air - instantaneously the spider rolled over onto its back, unmarked, but unmistakably dead. Several of the students stifled cries; Ron had thrown himself backward and almost toppled off his seat as the spider skidded towards him.
Moody swept the dead spider off the desk onto the floor.
"As Potter said, quick and painless." He said calmly. "Sadly there's no counter-curse. There's no blocking it. Only one known person has ever survived it, and he's sitting right in front of me."
Harry stared evenly back at Moody, ignoring the stares of his classmates. He'd long since gotten used to their staring, and he was finding it easier to deal with being the centre of attention, instead of shying away from it as he had been doing until this year.
But what he saw, gave him pause; this was how his parents had died… exactly like that spider. He thought about it a lot this summer. Had they been unblemished and unmarked too? Had they simply seen the flash of green light and heard the rush of speeding death, before life was wiped from their bodies?
Harry had been picturing his parents' deaths over and over again for three years now, ever since he'd found out they had been murdered, ever since he'd found out what had happened that night: Wormtail had betrayed his parents' whereabouts to Voldemort, who had come to find them at their cottage. How Voldemort had killed Harry's father first. How James Potter had tried to hold him off, while he shouted at his wife to take Harry and run. How Voldemort had advanced on Lily Potter, told her to move aside so that he could kill Harry. How she had begged him to kill her instead, refusing to stop shielding her son… And how Voldemort had murdered her too, before turning his wand on Harry.
Harry knew these details because he had heard his parents' voices when he had fought the Dementors last year - for that was the terrible power of the Dementors; to force their victims to relive the worst memories of their lives, and drown, powerless, in their own despair.
"The Killing Curse that needs a powerful bit of magic behind it - you could all get your wands out now and point them at me and say the words, and I doubt I'd get so much as a nosebleed. But that doesn't matter. I'm not here to teach you how to do it." He turned to look at Harry, "Fifty point to you by the way Potter, for naming all three Unforgivable Curses, and giving valid points to how they can be used," Then he turned his attention back to the class. "If there's no counter-curse, why am I showing you? Because you've got to know. You've got to appreciate what the worst is. You don't want to find yourself in a situation where you're facing it. CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" He roared, causing the whole class to jump again. "Now… those three Curses - Avada Kedavra, Imperius, and Cruciatus - as you know are known as the Unforgivable Curses. The use of any one of them on a fellow human being is enough to earn a life sentence in Azkaban. That's what you're up against. That's what I've got to teach you to fight. You need preparing. You need arming. But most of all, you need to practice constant, never-ceasing vigilance. Get out your quills… copy this down…"
They spent the rest of the lesson taking notes on each of the Unforgivable Curses. No one spoke until the bell rang - but when Moody had dismissed them and they had left the classroom, a torrent of talk burst forth. Most people were discussing the curses in awed voices - "Did you see it twitch?" "and when he killed it, just like that!"
They were talking about the lesson, Harry thought. As though it had been some sort of spectacular show, but he hadn't found it very entertaining - and nor, it seemed, had Hermione.
"Hurry up." She said tensely to Harry.
"What's wrong Hermione?" Harry asked her.
"Neville!" said Hermione worriedly as she pointed up a side passage. Neville was standing alone, halfway up the passage, staring at the stone wall opposite him with the same horrified, wide-eyed look he had worn when Moody had demonstrated the Cruciatus Curse.
"Neville?" Hermione said gently.
Neville looked around. "Oh hello," He said, his voice much higher than usual. "Interesting lesson, wasn't it? I wonder what's for dinner, I'm - I'm starving, aren't you?"
"Neville, are you all right?" Hermione asked gently.
"Oh yes, I'm fine," Neville gabbled in the same unnaturally high voice. "Very interesting dinner - I mean lesson - what's for eating?"
"Neville, what's - ?" Harry begun to ask his roommate.
But an odd clunking noise sounded behind them, and they turned to see Professor Moody limping toward them. All four of them fell silent, watching him apprehensively, but when he spoke, it was in a much lower and gentler growl than they'd heard the man speak in before.
"It's all right, sonny," He said to Neville. "Why don't you come up to my office? Come on… we can have a cup of tea…"
Neville looked even more frightened at the prospect of tea with Moody. He neither moved nor spoke. Moody turned his magical eye upon Harry.
"You alright, are you, Potter?" asked Moody, "I saw you had a faraway look when I showed the last curse."
"I'm fine sir," Harry said, "Just a few memories resurfacing."
Moody's blue eye quivered slightly in its socket as it surveyed Harry. "You've got to know. It seems harsh, maybe, but you've got to know. No point pretending… well… come on, Longbottom, I've got some books that might interest you." He finally said.
Neville looked pleadingly at Harry and Hermione, but they didn't say anything, so Neville had no choice but to allow himself to be steered away, one of Moody's gnarled hands on his shoulder.
"What was that about?" Harry asked, watching Neville and Moody turn the corner.
"I don't know," Hermione said, looking pensive. Her expression changed to something a bit more seriously and she went on to say, "Harry, can I talk to you privately?" Since the day Harry fucked her, she couldn't think of anything else but him, and the changes he'd gone through. Now add the fact he openly aired his thoughts about two of the Darkest Arts being okay to use, and she desperately needed to know what happened to her friend.
"Sure Hermione." Harry replied as he pulled out his map, he knew just the place to take her. Sure it was risky, seeing that she could tell on him, but he needed some help with his research. And when it came to research, Hermione was the best there was. Also, while Luna was good to talk to, and had a different point of view to things, Hermione was his friend and someone he went to when something was bothering him. He also hoped that Hermione would tell him what is up with her. But as he looked at the map his eyes darkened when he saw Luna being followed. It looked like she was being herded into an empty corridor by three boys that he knew bullied her and forced her do things for them. Suddenly, a part of him felt angry that someone would go near what was his. "But first Hermione, I need to help Luna," Harry muttered darkly. Before Hermione could ask what was going on he was already running down the hall, his expression causing any unfortunate student he passed scrambling to get out of his way, lest they earn his ire.
TO BE CONTINUED!.