Harry Potter and the Divinity Beyond Might and Magic
Chapter Four
Love and Pixy Dust
Harry felt trapped. That was likely because he was trapped. The two beautiful older women had cornered him, and he should have probably apparated them all to the hospital – well the magical hospital.
"Lucky, git!" a voice complained in the back of his head, but Harry wasn't concentrating enough to tell who said that.
He hadn't managed to get far enough away – well he thought he had. He had entered some kind of industrial area with factories and the likes as soon as he realised, they were chasing after him to hide.
However, it only just dawned on him that it was Sunday, so the place was deserted until the next day. That meant he couldn't hide in amongst the workers and wondered briefly why he was trying to hide from the hot pieces of tail, or why he was using such corny slang. He now knew that no one could save him, and worse, Harry was worried that Ginny would kill them – or him – or chain the girls up and keep them as sexy pets.
"I doubt you'll be that lucky, Harry," Kalypso commented, and he could hear the amusement. "Though, this is my Darling, Ginevra we're talking about, so you go ahead, Harry Darling; look to the possible bright side."
"Kalypso!" Pandora reprimanded as she used the word 'darling' a lot when she was teasing someone.
Something was right with this situation – nope – wrong – that was right? Right? Sure he had been groped, flashed, and a few other cool things by weirdo fangirls, and he wasn't a virgin, which he wouldn't admit since neither was Ginny, and two and two make five, and that was best left a secret between him and his girl. This was just – super weird, and hot and he couldn't stop himself, could he?
"Harry – you shouldn't," Aphrodite sang happily enjoying the trouble he was going to get himself into.
Something crazy seemed to be afoot here, but even with the voices – The Source, he couldn't quite find it in him to care. The girls were acting too star-struck for his liking though; even his fangirls knew when to play and when to back down or risk a lightning bolt up their cute little butts from Ginny. This did not seem to suit them like some of the pervy girls back at school. Though, thinking about that, he found those odd girls from school to be amusing, and it brightened his days, and in all honestly he was certain Ginny enjoyed it too as she liked to see him squirm, as they did do somethings in front of her too, so maybe – Ginny did look, and-.
Aphrodite was giggling. "Are you seriously trying to convince yourself that Ginny will want to join you and these two women in bed?" she asked, and she wasn't the only voice giggling.
'Probably not,' Harry agreed as he tried to shake Nymphadora and Hestia off, which was pitiful as he was trying not to hurt them, and he didn't want to make them feel bad either. 'Look, I can't speak to Ginny, but you lot can, so can one of you go over to her chamber and ask her to kindly come and rescue me?!'
"Oh, I was just there," Morgana quickly said as he felt her presence. "I figured you would be such a pushover. She said she's busy with her mum and she won't let her leave. She says keep it to kissing and maybe some hand stuff, but if you're going 'in', she wants to watch and will be angry if she doesn't get her way."
Harry internally groaned while he had to suffer more laughing, and wasn't sure what the hell to think, but Ginny was weird like that sometimes, and was totally fucking with him too. Though, he was apparently adorable when he was placed in an unfamiliar situation. He was a red-blooded male in a hot situation, and he was rock hard and couldn't help it; to top things off he was under some kind of spell.
He panted, thinking that the girls would have grown up more, and known to not let strange spells force them into seducing sixteen – or near sixteen – year old boys. They pinned him up against a wall, pushing their hot bodies flush to his, and first Tonks stole a lingering kiss as they both had to reach up on tiptoes, but he annoyingly leaned down too, and then Hestia took his lips right after. He couldn't help himself as he looked into their eyes; his heart beating fast, and painfully in his chest telling him to stop trying to resist, but resist what?
Looking into their eyes after they pulled back from nibbling on his ears each, Hestia went in for another kiss when he stopped her in shock as he knew what had them. She looked at him and looked hurt and confused; he almost gave in and kissed her again. However, he managed to resist as he saw the light pink ring surrounding her eyes.
Harry looked to Nymphadora, not surprised to see it in her eyes too and managed to squeeze away from them, but they kept coming. "Snap out of it – it was fun, but we're under a spell!" he said which caused them to pause, frowning. "It's a love spell or something. I remember my friend ranting on about them after a boring class or something and they have a noticeable characteristic of a pink ring around the eyes."
"Yep; that's the one!" Aphrodite agreed. "Don't worry; it wouldn't work without them wanting you, so do what ever you want with them."
Harry gave her a mental glare. 'Shut up, and why do you have to make such stupid spells?'
"It was to help out cowardly 'lovers' who wanted to get it on," she replied scathingly, but Harry ignored her as he focused on the two beautiful stalkers.
"But love spells wouldn't work if we didn't like you," Tonks said smilingly. "If we didn't fancy you, or want to touch you, or you to touch us, even the most powerful love spells couldn't change our minds, even cast by Dumbledore – or you! It would take a very complicated potion for that sort of thing," she said reasonably, as she managed to wrap her arms around him again, looking at the pink rings circling his beautiful green eyes. "It looks hot around your eyes, though, so cute, and sexy," she said while Hestia was nodding in agreement, wrapping her arms around them both; it was near impossible to think straight as this was turning him on more than he ever thought possible.
"W-we have to f-find out who did this-," Harry muttered, moaning as they both took a side each, nibbling at his neck, grabbing at his arse. "W-when the spell wears off, we'll all be pretty pissed, and Ginny will kill you both… painfully… or keep you as pets."
"But we'll both be so well satisfied! Being a pet won't be so bad," Hestia purred in his ear, pulling back, she sent a shiver through his spine as she grabbed his solid crouch; her eyes went wider with a grin stretching her lips while Nymphadora was licking his neck. "Oh yes, very well satisfied indeed," she added, taking his lips, her tongue in his mouth, his reaching hers, battling for dominance and he was losing the battle, his libido winning out to his common sense and will power, and nobody could blame him.
However, just as Nymphadora had started her turn on his lips, his hands squeezing their butts, or reaching round to grope their breasts through their clothes with Hestia's hand down his trousers and boxers, rubbing his bulging, hard rod that he started as he noticed how cold it had gotten, except for certain 'areas'.
The cold was penetrating to the bone and he could hear some whimpering, and fear in his head as if far away, begging someone, and it wasn't The Source. He pulled back from the make out groping session, as they both had their hands down his trousers now, rubbing him, unaware that his eyes flicking all over. The girls had pulled back when they noticed something more wrong than the curse they were under. They removed their hands from his trousers where they still bulged out, and they looked around and up the three drew their wands.
Harry grimaced and shook his head clear to rid it of the deathly screams and begging, many things he would rather not relive rampaging through his brain. "This… is familiar… didn't some bitch try this last year?" he asked himself, not expecting an answer, but he got one.
"Dementors again!" Loki muttered.
"Yeah, dementors," Harry agreed, and the women didn't need to nod in agreement they did anyway. "There," he said as several came flying down from the darkening sky bringing a chill with them.
"Expecto Patronum!" Tonks yelled out waving her wand in a pattern and in a great whoosh of silver light blasted out in corporeal shape.
"Is that a panda?" Harry couldn't help but ask as the panda patronus charm batted away dementors, but it was just too small by its self when Hestia's patronus blast out some kind dolphin, but he sighed as they could only hold the dementors back, and Harry grimaced as more started pouring in and covering the bright sky with terrible darkness; he raised his wand pointing straight up.
"Harry, you'll get into trouble!" Tonks warned him, concerned as the dementors started pushing forward.
He shrugged with a sigh. "Emm… you know you're both witnesses, right?" he asked in slight amusement. "But I think my new happy thought could make me fly like Peter Pan," he laughed as he flicked his wand while thinking of some dirty things with a lot of girls, he knew all together. "Expecto Patronum!" he roared out and the girls patronus went out as they had to shield their eyes as the silver light from Harry's wand burst out like a pulsing dome of unrelenting power and exploded out in a blazing mushroom shaped cloud capturing all of the dementors and engulfing the whole area.
It was a beautiful sight and made Harry wonder whether he should have been comparing the possibility of doing 'it' with a harem of girls ruled harshly by Ginny with a nuclear explosion. It wasn't anywhere near a real nukes yield, tiny in comparison, and could only harm dementors, and it was doing its job. This left him to ponder on the possibilities that using different happy emotions, thinking of different happy things, created different effects while using the patronus.
"Nobody really cares," Thor said. "It only messes up those ghoulie things."
Harry internally shrugged as Thor had a point. However, he still marvelled, as he had only wanted to shoot his patronus into the air to hopefully protect them to give him time to think up an exit strategy, but he supposed this worked too. The silver light died down after a few more moments to show Hestia and Tonks staring at him in awe before they turned away at the screechy whales of despair.
They looked up, surprised that only around twenty dementors remained and might have thought the others had fled if not for the raggedy black smog like cloth drifting down and fading away, or the white lights that reflected beautiful colours like an aurora drifting up, fading the higher it went.
"Okay… maybe it can do more than mess them up," Thor conceded while sounding impressed.
The other dementors circled them for a cool few moments while they watched, cautious while the dark clouds over the sky started dispersing, light shining through the dementors chose to leave, shooting away as fast as they came and disappearing into the sky.
"W-what the hell just happened?" Hestia asked. Her eyes even more intense with lust as she turned back to Harry. "You just destroyed all of those dementors with an odd patronus form, and it was so beautiful, just like you," she said, back to his non-resistant lips.
He kissed back, arms wrapping around, hands on butt, Tonks with them within seconds, guiding one hand to his chest when they started apart at the sound of an impatient throat clearing.
'Warnings would be nice!'
"They would, wouldn't they?" Loki mocked.
They span round to see a slender woman in her late forties dressed in some beige robes with a badge on her chest and silvering red hair. "When I heard that one of my aurors while off-duty had been spotted in the vicinity of Harry Potter's home I had to discover the reason for myself in case she makes our department look bad," the woman said while Nymphadora quickly moved from Harry, paling and looking worried. "Then I see you doing… this… and when I went to intervene and assist with the dementors, of which why they attacked will be questioned, Mr. Potter had to fend them off for you!"
"Madam Bones, you have to err… listen… I … umm… err," Nymphadora stuttered out worried and unable to answer. "Harry's like a super wizard, and umm… umm… and, Dumbledore sent-."
"Yes, ordered here by Dumbledore to spy on Mr. Potter," she said moving closer, looking them in the eyes, frowning in annoyance. "But somebody else had other plans, and I doubt it was anyone under the old man, and if it was it would be his orders, but that isn't his style; he loves other people's jokes; he doesn't 'tell' them himself. Whoever did this has to be quite powerful, or exceptionally sneaky or you should have seen through it, but again, only Mr. Potter, though only briefly saw through it – or maybe he chose not to bother fighting it?"
Harry pretended to be the picture of innocence. "I have no idea what you mean – I did capture all those Death Eaters for you," he said sheepishly.
"Yes," she agreed with a sigh. "But we don't reward young heroes with frisky young aurors and their trainee medi-witch friends," she said turning a cool glare on Nymphadora.
Nymphadora looked down at her feet as she was feeling down. "I'm sorry," she said as the bright sun was finally beating down on them again. "So… you know how to undo the spell, right?" she asked, hopefully.
Madam Bones sighed, rolling her blue eyes. "If you had paid attention during school you would know that you can't undo it with a simple spell. You either have to go with the flow or ignore it until it wears off, which will take a few days."
"I'm all for going with the flow…-!" Hestia said but trailed off at the heated glare she received, and Harry tried to keep out of it, but honestly, going with the flow seemed like the right sort of thing to do, as long as it was only kissing and hand stuff.
She then sighed. "Are you both that hard up for a good selection of men that you're okay with wanting to seduce an innocent fifteen-year-old boy who has a feisty and dangerous girlfriend…?" she asked them only to trail off at the end as she thought about all of the good ones. "Okay, I get it now; all the good guys are… well Ministry stooges, Death Eaters, or Dumbledore goons!"
Harry couldn't help but laugh, which got a half-hearted glare. "Sorry," he said in defence. "I just pictured Dumbledore in a blue pinstripe suit with blue fedora while holding …" he trailed to a stop as he realised, they didn't know what he was talking about. "I pictured Dumbledore as a muggle gangster from the nineteen fifties," he rectified while they nodded, not really understanding too much.
"So what do we do then if we can't… you know?" Hestia said, inching closer to Harry with the look of a wild animal.
"And what about my underage magic?" Harry asked, mildly concerned. "I've already had a warning because those morons don't seem to care whose magic they detect, and that whole 'trail' thing last year. Though, they shouldn't be able to detect my magic as I fixed my wand ages ago. I bet the arsehole who sent them after me is going to wait and see, and then report me, just like with what must have happened last year – maybe this love spell is their doing? – an inside job…? I bet I'm going to get a letter accusing me for every piece of magic done around here. The first time it wasn't even human magic, but a House-Elf, which makes me wonder why you and everyone don't ward against them?"
"Magical lore forbids them from hurting humans," she replied thoughtfully.
"Yeah, but what about spying?" he asked, startling her. "Taking pictures dressed or otherwise, and then stealing, placing items that they don't know will hurt, placing spells that aren't considered dangerous by their standards, or many other scenarios? Though, thinking on that, wizards are too stupid to think their worthless elves have any other use besides making dinner and cleaning up."
"There are wards against malicious intent tied into the main ward grids of homes," she replied, cautious now. "Since the elf has no malicious intent itself it would be able to get in if it were free, but while tied to a master, it would be the master's intent taken into consideration, but also, the master would have to have authority through your wards, so it's a moot point.
"But anyway, don't worry about the ministry and don't hand over anything to any wizard or which that you don't know, and even then, don't, especially not your wand. Then again, I very much doubt anyone could take your wand, and if they did; do you even need it?" she asked, but he just shrugged with a sheepish smile.
"I wouldn't be surprised to find out this was a plot by Fudge's supporters," she said coolly. "Trying to get him off for the bull he pulled with that disgusting Umbridge woman at Hogwarts."
"We've been spreading our senses as far as we can," Merlin said. "There isn't anyone within a three-mile radius of you, and we can't find a trial of magic."
'And I can't sense anyone watching us,' Harry added thoughtfully.
"I don't think it is… well; the dementors are," Harry said thoughtfully. "I'll have to be more careful and keep my eyes and ears open, but the muggles could see my patronus even if they couldn't see the dementors?"
"You're right," she answered, concerned she hadn't thought of that first. If she was not careful, he would have her job if she thought for a moment, he would want it; she wasn't sure she wanted it sometimes. "Mr. Potter; you go home, and Miss. Tonks and Miss. Jones will come with me so I can keep my eye on them until you're all clean; maybe take some scans. It might shed some light on who could have jinxed you, but it's highly unlikely. Just ignore any mail from the Improper use of Magic Department if this potential traitor tries to set you up again, and I'll have it all cleared up before this evening, and if someone does say anything, I'll know to ask them some questions," she said, near dragging the two young woman with her as they were wholly reluctant to leave Harry and not get laid, or something like that.
Harry sighed sadly; as they parted company, shaking his head and trying not to think of how great, getting it on with two hot older women would have been; kissing and hand stuff only of course. Though, at least the dementor attack was like a cold shower. He tried not to think about them as he went the other direction, back home, bored, hungry, and a mind full of hotties.
"I hope that I'm one of those hotties!" Aphrodite commented.
"Me too," Freya agreed.
"Hey, Freya!" Thor whined while they seemed to all find amusement in Harry's messed up day, so he figured he would cut them off since he could now think straight enough to close the connection to his chamber.
Shaking his mind clear his eyes flicked around as he picked up something odd. He was being followed again, but not by any cute girls this time, well kind of.
"Oh shit!" he muttered as he dodged and rolled as he hit the floor as the blue little creatures attacked in a swarm. "Cornish Pixies - honestly, someone's attack-augh…-," he cried out as he pushed himself up to his feet narrowly avoiding the swarm splitting to attack him again from different directions and regathering where Harry had crouched moments before.
Harry back peddled, wide-eyed as two little pixies in grass dresses had snuck away from their sisters and were wiggling their little butts in his fact, giggling. He gulped as he looked them all over and realised, they didn't seem to be on a mission to kill him, but he might have rather they were. He shivered as he felt one on his face, she was snuggling up to him and licking his cheek before another pulled her away and tried to take her place before she realised, Harry was running away at speeds that broke world records with one thing on his mind, to kill the bastard that thought this was funny!
It was easy to see how they would be so susceptible. Though they were capable of reason and intelligent thought (nowhere near most human levels) they were still instinct bound. He also knew that this type of magic was illegal for a reason, or close too – well using it without consent was illegal because it probably had uses – and even more against the law to use it on primitives.
Harry just had to remember what Hermione said, something about the magic only working to push girls, but had to be used on a boy too, though it could work on girls on girls, and boys on boys, but that was beside the point; it created some kind of… what was it?
Attraction, like a veela, a pheromone that only they seem to detect, but it was flawed by a persons will against doing something that wasn't them, or probably doing someone they weren't attracted too, and that seemed to have been confirmed. Harry thought about asking Aphrodite, but he was certain he could deal with this without them laughing at him.
This kind of crept him out as it shouldn't work on unintelligent animals, and knew pixies weren't stupid, so they must have enough smarts for the spell to attract them, but not enough to care about real love or attraction. Though, a small cringing part of him hoped it wasn't because they liked him (he did have that fairy fire power he hadn't practiced anything with yet), but at least they were kind of cute, and really amusing – well normally when they weren't trying to molest him.
He was quite proud of himself for remembering so much, but he tended to remember important things when being chased. He promised to either invent the counter jinx or kill the jerk who was trying to get him molested by freaking Cornish Pixie-girls. He wondered whether that spell Lockhart tried that failed during second year actually worked if done by a competent wizard, but didn't have enough room as the squealing lovesick pixie girls swarmed after him.
However, his eyes widened as he had to skid across the road passed some freaked out muggles diving and skidding under a hoard of grey-skinned dark fairies, or whatever their real name was, he couldn't remember. They flew with dragonfly wings and had little pointed ears, and dark hair, and most troubling, smiles as they were pleased to see him.
They were a little larger than Cornish pixies and had large dark eyes, now housing a pink circle, and while the Cornish pixies were dangerous, he didn't have darkness magic to avoid with them as they all wore lovesick smiles. He was just lucky there was only fifteen of these girls wearing little red dresses made of leaves – or leaf stuff. Now, the little Dark Fairies were actually intelligent – but obviously weren't as fussy as human; he was so screwed.
Harry gulped as he avoided the little blast of black coloured magic that made a puddle of light for a moment where his feet would have been, obviously to stick him in place so they could do what they liked with him. Though, as said, Dark Fairies were much smarter than the Cornish Pixies; they were also instinctual creatures so Harry could only carry on fleeing as they joined the chase, but now he had to worry about magical attacks.
If Harry wasn't so terrified, he might have just surrendered and let them have him, or if he were more perverted, or still horny from the girls earlier. He streaked passed more screaming muggles and passed a few cute girls and then towards some thugs, some from his cousins gang.
They looked like they were happy to see him, crunching knuckles and whatnot until they saw the hoard of fairies and pixies chasing him. Harry leapt over them with a blast of air as they dropped into balls, whimpering. Unfortunately, they should have fled seeing as a few dark fairies, saw them as a threat as they had shown threatening behaviour towards their sexual prey and glued them to the floor before continuing chase while some pixies robbed them of their money and sweets looking mighty pleased with themselves.
Harry skidded to a stop as three men with wands appeared in front of him. "Potter, down!" growled Mad-Eye-Moody as he stood with Remus Lupin and Kingsley Shacklebolt.
He dived out of the way and the three froze the fairies and pixies with a simple spell; he forgot Hermione used that when Lockhart let lose those pixies second year. They floated suspended in the air looking befuddled at their predicament, most of them pouting and looking cheated.
"Harry, what's going on?!" Remus asked as he helped the exhausted boy up to his feet. "Have you gotten taller – no – never mind that, what's going on with this?"
"I don't know," he said, catching his breath. "But if someone's trying to kill me, death by being molested by pixies and fairies is a new imaginative way. I didn't think the magical world had it in them. Though, as ways to go it could be worse."
Remus thought about that for a moment as he saw the pink rings in Harry's eyes and nodded. "I suppose," he agreed with a small smile. "The Order had just got a letter from Amelia Bones telling us what happened. I was coming to check up on you, and Moody thought it best not to come alone."
"Yeah, well, all things considered, I'm fine," he said, taking a few deep breaths. "I might have actually been caught in the spell again if there wasn't an army of them freaking me out," he said as he looked around at all the muggles staring at them. "I should have probably teleported us away, shouldn't I?"
"Probably," Moody agreed with a shrug. "Anyway, we should cage them up, keep them confined until the spell wears off!" Moody interrupted as he looked at the muggles who had ventured too close. "Also, clear up the muggles, get them out of here. Potter, we'll have to leave the lovesick bugs with you since we can't take them to HQ as they're too smart to be brought in without the secret, and we're not sure where Dumbledore is. Just let them go once the spells broke."
"Can't they stay at your house?" he asked, sighing as he gave him a look that said, 'they're your problem, not mine'. "Okay, okay, just, what if this jerk does it to others, like merpeople, or I don't know, worse, like dragon people umm… they have a name, right-."
"Don't be ridiculous, Potter," Moody growled. "You'll be fine once the spell wears off you… it won't be able to stick again for a while."
"Oh great," Harry mumbled as Moody and Kingsley started gathering the scared muggles and Remus started caging up the fairies and pixies with some flicks of his wand. "I don't suppose you're going to hang around and protect me from any more of this are you?"
"Sorry Harry, Dumbledore's orders," he said with a tired sigh. "Though, for the life of us he won't tell us why you have to stay here when you're more powerful than him. Though, he says protections; your wards really don't seem that – that-," he said, finally caging the last one, magic working its miracles when caging pixies and fairies.
"Tissue paper dome over the house?" Harry asked.
"Umm… yeah," he agreed sheepishly. "So you can see it too-."
"Yeah but look a bit further out; I got this covered," he said with a smile and Remus concentrated as he saw it; the flickers of energy covering the street.
"Now that looks impressive," Remus said as he was impressed.
Harry shrugged as he picked up the cage with the cutely pouting dark fairies and had to shake off their cuteness attack. "I think I'll have to cover these ones as they know the dreaded cuteness attack of doom!"
"Harry, maybe you should do more, you're starting to sound a little out of it," Remus said before slapping Harry on the back of the head, startling him as he couldn't stop staring at the fairies while they pouted, maybe that cuteness attack was real. "Yeah, cover them as soon as you get in because the effects of the spell are still able to get you if you lose focus, and you don't want to free them."
"Yeah, sure," he said looking at the fairies. "But I could have sworn there was one more."
"Harry, you were running for your life, or whatever; you must have counted wrong," he retorted, rolling his eyes and not seeing the eager little eyes of the other fairies as they tried not to snicker too much.
"Yeah, I guess you're right," he agreed with a sigh of exasperation while out of sight, squeezing her little legs together in anticipation was the missing dark fairy peering through a bush, fighting with herself not to give herself away while the old wizards were still around. She licked her little lips eyeing the boy-wizard hungrily, not caring about size differences, only the pleasures that awaited her and him.
Harry sighed as he managed to sneak the cages into his room with a teeny bit of silencing magic over the door and window so the Dursley's didn't hear them because Harry would loath to have to set the fairies free to protect them, and him. He wouldn't let the pixies free or the Dursley's wouldn't survive; not to mention him. He was sure he could probably enchant the fairies, but the pixies were much to wild and plentiful to get that right.
However, Harry was sure he could withstand doing things with fourteen fairies over fifty plus pixies and fourteen fairies. Though, with the silencing charms he hopefully wouldn't have to do anything with some pervy little fairies. He shrugged as he left his room, closing and locking the door, ignoring the cute little mewing noises trying to get his attention, and pleased they didn't know he spoke arcadian yet, but he was bound to slip.
Leaving the house, he snuck round the back where he decided to pretend, he had been all morning, wondering whether he should have taken back the pixies loot or not before shrugging. He made it back outside just in time as the Dursley's returned home, and Vernon automatically berating Harry unaware that dark little eyes watched his bulk in anger.
She was hidden out of sight and it was hard to hide when the love of your life could sense your presence and kept looking her way, but she was small enough that he could brush it of as a squirrel or something. He wouldn't, but it was a possibility.
Smiling at him, her human, she couldn't stop the dreamy sigh of anticipation, her juices flowing down her little legs. She couldn't even think straight enough to remember that she should go and free her sisters.
Meanwhile Harry knew, he just knew, he could sense her watching him, there were fifteen fairies, and now he had to somehow capture her before she captured him or worse, freed her sisters.
However, any plotting by either fairy or wizard was void, as Harry had to stay out of the way in his room while the Dursley's had their stupid barbecue party, but they wouldn't know who was sabotaging it for the honour and love of her human boy.
Harry tried his hardest not to look at the fairies while back in his room, though luckily, the pixies with shorter attention spans had taken a nap holding the money they stole earlier, though Harry didn't know whether they could spend it, it being muggle money and them being pixies, but they ate the sweets.
"Harry?" He was surprised as he almost forgot about his voices.
'Err, Isis?'
"Do we want to know?"
'No,' he sighed sadly.
"I thought not."
to be continued…
