Warlock in Witch's Clothing
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ISDH
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Thunder crashed overhead.
Just a Summer storm, the last good rain before it got Hot in Surrey.
Hedwig was all cozy, tucked into her cage. She had climbed in, and slammed the door shut herself. There was a lot she was willing to do for her human, but she was not going out in That!
Fortunately, Harry agreed with her. He had written a few letters, and left them on the desk.
The Clock on his bedside table, a Baby Ben that had fallen out of style so Aunt Petunia 'gave' it to him, struck midnight. A tri-folded piece of paper, of high cardstock, popped in over his head. It landed in his lap. Very cautiously, he unfolded and read the dark jade calligraphy ;
Congratulations!
You have been selected to join this years intake at
Fort Salem,
Take the Oath below to engage the Portkey
This letter will self-carbonize in Five minutes.
Harry blinked, before jumping from his chair, and rushing to his trunk. He quickly pulled on an over-robe, stuffing the Cloak into it's pocket, followed by his already shrunken Firebolt. He switched his ratty trainers for his half ankle boots, dragon hide. Grabbing his wand from the bedside table, and Hedwig's cage. "Sorry Girl, this is going to suck."
I [Insert Full Name] Swear to;
Heed the Commands of my Officers,
Protect the Innocent and Civilian
Uphold the Law and Public Trust
Defend the Order from all Enemies,
Forgine and Domestic
So help me [Deity]
He felt the Hook, Tug, and Swirl of the portkey… only the tug was more of a 'yank' and the swirling was faster than the last few times he rode a 'key.
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Hermione was sprawled out on her bed, rubbing her pussy with her left hand as she flipped through a book with her right. Her fuzzy hair was twisted up into a lazy bun-knot with her wand driven through it to hold it in place. She was wearing one of Harry's jerseys over a denim skirt and knee high boots. She had a fanny pack about her hips, that she had enchanted while at school, to be bigger inside the outside. Now it held as much as a large handbag.
Crookshanks purred, loving the Grooming his Slave was giving him. He Rolled over, and her fingers found the itchy spot on his breast-bone that often avoided him in his attempts to scratch it himself. His rumble increased…
When from the ceiling a tri-folded sheet of paper dropped on the book. Granger, the Curious girl she was even before the potion accident, snagged the page with both hands and opened it. Crookshanks rolled over to his feet, and climbed across her back to see what desturbed his scratching time. Hermione read the note out loud to her 'cat'.
Including the Oath…
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A Toad like witch waddled along the hall, smiling to herself as everyone cleared out of her way. Knocking on a door, she stuck her head in, "Minister, I handled that item you asked me to. Plan S if you must know. It should also curb your other problem."