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Key Pairing: Harry/Lavender/Tonks
Other Pairings: To be determined
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"Oh, forced servitude? Well it's not hot irons, dehydration or heated rooms, but it's a start, I suppose," drawled Harry, earning an alarmed look from many of the Gryffindors, who clearly thought of dealing with Professor Snape for even one night alone was torture enough.
But, to Harry, it might as well be a holiday in Barbados where every day was nice and sunny.
And, judging by the gleeful look he sent the brat, Severus Snape must have thought Christmas had come early.
What a fool he was going to find out he was.
BOOK 2: Welcome To My Nightmare!
Chapter 6: Three, Four: Welcome to Gryffindor!
"Oh! My stomach!"
"Want me to kiss it better?" asked Lavender, earning a snort of amusement from Harry as the Sorting Ceremony – and the overwhelmingly-tasty, waistline-threatening king's banquet of a feast that followed it – finally ended.
While many of the students seemed to be waiting on ceremony, over on the Gryffindor Table, Harry groaned again as he massaged his stomach, which felt hard and firm and a little distended, suggesting he might have eaten more than he thought he could manage, as he looked to Lavender before he winked at her. "Save that for the bedroom, my girl."
Suddenly, Lavender's eyes widened with glee and wonder, while her hands toyed with her robe as she gasped, "You…you mean it?"
"What? We always used to share a bed before, right?" asked Harry, burping into his fist before he moaned again, "Oof…more tea, Vicar?"
As Lavender laughed in response, she cocked her head to one side as she drawled, "Oh, no thank you, my son, but as for sharing a bed, I must say a glorious-hallelujah-Hell-Yes!"
Cupping his girl's cheek in his hand, Harry chuckled slyly as he asked, "So, if we used to share a bed, before…things forced us to part ways, why won't that be the case now you are mine again, my sweet?"
As Lavender giggled in response, resting her head on her beloved's shoulder, Harry stifled a burp as he patted his full belly, prompting Lavender to rest her hand over him as she gently held him and vice-versa, before he sighed softly as he asked, "So, the feast's over and done with: what's everyone waiting for? A telegram?"
"Well…uh…the thing is…we need to wait for my brother to show us the way," replied Ron, earning a bored look from Harry.
"What?" asked Harry, intentionally drawing out the word in a sign of mocking disbelief as he asked, "Aww, so we can't just bugger off and enjoy the joys of getting lost? Where's the fun in that?"
Before Ron could finish, Harry's eyes drifted to the High Table when he heard Professor McGonagall tap her glass, earning a scoff from the rogue lion as he drawled, "Why not conjure up a hammer and gavel, Your Nibs? At least then, you'd make it much more-entertaining for those of us who wouldn't listen anyway."
"You really don't like McGonagall, do you, Harry?" asked Ron, still unsure whether or not he should laugh, or be afraid of Harry's cold, malefic side.
"I don't like almost anyone with the first name Professor, Ronald," argued Harry, earning a curious look from Ron, before, jerking his head further down the High Table, Harry explained, "Well, obviously, even I'm not so suicidal as to want to cross swords with a goblin who is also a teacher, not to mention a demon on the battlefield and a seven-timed International Duelling Champion that even the handsome rogue, Alastor Moody, would fear and respect…and rightly-so!"
Those who knew of Moody's reputation, not to mention his looks, suddenly looked at Harry like he had three heads, wondering if he was being serious about calling the scarred, deformed and partially-false-limbed man handsome.
Ignoring their looks and opinions, Harry stifled another burp, which caused Lavender to gently rub at his belly, shushing its soft, churning sounds, before Harry smiled at her, kissing her on top of her head as he added, "Cheers, love…anyway, where was I? Oh yes: next, there's our Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor, Professor Quirrell. You know, once you get over the garlic smell coming from his turban and the stammer, he's actually quite a decent bloke."
"I like garlic," said Lavender, earning a chuckle from Harry.
"And that's why I know you'll find him just as pleasant a company as I do, Lav," said Harry, stroking Lavender's hair between his fingers as he chuckled before he added in a humorous tone, "And don't you go falling asleep yet, my girl: the last thing we need is someone making a bitch-fest because I have to resort to carrying you like you're my newly-married bride and we're going up to the honeymoon suite."
"Mmm…promises, promises," mumbled Lavender, earning a snort from Harry, who winked at Ron, a mischieviously-evil gleam in his eyes as he looked back to his beloved.
"Yeah, but if you fall asleep, Lavender, who's going to give me a belly rub just the way I like it? Oh…oh no: I…I don't think I could sleep…so, I'll be up all night with a bad stomach-ache at this rate! Ow…oh…it hurts…oh…won't someone help?"
Suffice to say, Lavender might as well have been a dog pricking her ears up with how straight she suddenly sat up, her eyes wide and alert while she bit her lower lip as she resumed rubbing and casually-worshipping his gurgling, digesting belly, while she told him, "I'm awake! Please don't be hurt, my love: I could never leave you to be hurt like that! Naughty tummy; how dare you hurt your master! Take that, and this…and have two of these for good measure!"
While Harry chuckled again, Ron – who still couldn't decide whether or not Harry was even being serious about his pains, or if he was just being a proverbial slimy snake with how he was manipulating the girl's love and adoration for him – nudged Harry playfully as he asked, "Wow, you've really got her trained well, haven't you, Harry?"
"Well enough to know she is mine, Ronald," argued Harry, looking back to the redhead as he added, "Of course, if anyone else tried to dominate my Lavender, I'd make sure they end up swallowing their tongues."
As Ron paled in alarm, Harry coughed once before he added, "No, I tell a lie: I'm usually the one swallowing their tongues, right before I wash their mouths out with acid and salt, but you get the point, right?"
Ron just nodded dumbly, even as Harry smiled thinly before he cleared his throat as he asked, "Also, Ronniekins, me ol' mucker, is it just my evil old imagination or is everyone else staring at us right now, mate?"
Even Lavender looked around while Ron gulped, a part of him curiously not even reacting to how Harry teased him with a silly little nickname he loathed – though that was probably because Ron knew Harry could do far worse, and would, if the redhead tried to speak out – when he saw that Harry was right on the money.
A dead silence had gripped the Great Hall, accompanied by the eyes and heads of everyone else in the Great Hall, which had become fixed on the Gryffindor Table, including a furiously-red-faced Professor McGonagall, a disappointed-looking Professor Dumbledore and a few other alarmed, disbelieving and even outraged – though that was mostly Snape – members of the Hogwarts school faculty.
Stretching up tall, as though he was simply working out the kinks in his system, Harry sighed audibly as he asked, "Oh, for Pete's sake…although my name's Harry: what's the matter with you lot now? Honestly, if I knew I was going to be watched by hundreds of people schoolwide, I'd have charged for Pay-Per-View!"
Not to his surprise, Lavender was the only one who laughed at Harry's dig, even as McGonagall addressed Harry, "Mr Potter: not only have you continuously disrupted the feast and the Sorting with your disrespectfully-horrifying attitude, you now interrupt and talk over the Headmaster when he is making some very important announcements regarding the next year."
"Important, says you?" asked Harry, cocking an eyebrow as he sneered before he added, "Then not worth the oxygen he's wasting to make them, says I: so, how about we skip the Hi-De-Hi Campers speech and just get off to bed? It's late, I'm knackered and, quite frankly, if I don't get my eight hours, I usually end up amusing myself…and I don't recall any Solitary Confinement Areas here, so how will you make me toe the line?"
Even the Muggle-born and Half-Blood students who got the reference to Harry's usual punishments looked whiter than white could go, even as McGonagall looked to the Gryffindor Prefect, Percy Weasley, as she told him, "Mr Weasley, take your first-years up to Gryffindor Tower…and the same with the rest of you: go now!"
"Left-right-left-right-left-right, hup-two-three-four!"
"What are you doing now, Potter?"
"Marching on command, General McGo-Away-And-Never-Come-Back: say, do you mind if I start a round? I don't know, but it's been said; I like torturing freaks in bed! I don't know, but I've been told: when I'm done with you, you're left stone-cold! One, two, three, four: I've spilled your blood, now I want some more; five, six, seven, eight: I'll have your eyeballs in gravy on my plate!"
The Great Hall couldn't have emptied any faster if Voldemort himself had suddenly walked into the room, earning a curious from Harry when he saw how the only ones left were him, Lavender and, to Harry's surprise, Ron, who could only stare in bewildered alarm and even disbelief at how calm Harry still looked, even as he looked up to the High Table. "So…was it something I said?"
"Potter!" snapped Professor Snape, earning a curious look from Harry as the Potions Master told him, "Follow me to my office now! Since you seem to enjoy fuelling your ego, you can start your detentions with me tonight!"
"Slumber party! Bagsie the top bunk!" exclaimed Harry, earning another constipated look from Snape – though, if he was being honest with himself, by now, Harry realised he didn't really have any other looks - before the dungeon bat left the hall, his robes billowing behind him.
Even as Harry made to follow, however, he smirked as he pointed in the direction of the retreating man, "Mental Note: ask him to teach me how he does that…oh, and you'd best run along, Ron, and take my girl with you. The last thing you need is to be locked out of Gryffindor Tower all night long. Mind you, we could have a campout, so…"
"Potter! Come now!"
"Woof."
The only one who laughed was Lavender, even as Harry followed Snape out of the hall.
However, as he left, none of the staff, especially not Snape, saw Harry's green eyes crackling with lightning as he willingly followed his professor out of the Great Hall and down to the dungeons.
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Even as she left with her new companion in tow, who clearly must have some degree of necessity for her beloved's plan if he befriended and put up with such a tactless moron with the eating habits of monkeys on marijuana of his own free will, Lavender heard Ron clear his throat, "Yes?"
Shivering at the way this unhinged soul didn't seem to change, even with Harry gone, Ron tugged at his collar before he asked, "Is it just me or should we actually feel sorry for that greaseball, Snape?"
"You can if you want to, Red," said Lavender, casually skipping her way up the Grand Staircase, her hands clasped behind her in a cavalier look.
Up ahead, the two of them could also see a few Gryffindors waiting at the very top of the large stairwell, before Lavender hummed nonchalantly as she added, "Me? I'm going to count the seconds it takes for Harry to come back from his little game…but while I begin counting-one-two, I've got a question-three-four-for you, Ronald-five-six."
"Me?"
"Mm-seven-hm-eight," agreed Lavender, turning to Ron as she asked him, "Why did you-nine-ten-want to be-eleven-twelve-Harry's friend-thirteen-fourteen-fifteen-sixteen?"
"Because…well, because he's…he's Harry Potter."
"And is that the only reason?" asked Lavender, whom Ron then noticed seemed to have stopped her counting, as though realising it was going to be some time before her dark beloved returned from playing with his food.
As the redhead stared in abject curiosity and understandable unease, especially given how Harry wasn't there to calm her if anything he said pissed her off, Lavender indicated the school around them as she asked, "What I mean is: if you wanted to be friends with him because of who he is, aren't you scared by the real him? Aren't you even the slightest bit intimidated by the thought that, at any moment, he might turn around and decide to use your blood to paint a self-portrait?"
"He…he'd do that?"
"Why not? He's done it before: he even got a chance to mix in yellow bile, orange vomit and, of course, the lovely brown smears of their shit: I've got to say, it's a wonder they didn't put it up in the National Gallery," said Lavender, earning an alarmed look from Ron, which caused the brunette to titter, a part of her wondering exactly what Harry's plan was to have such a naïve little prat as his proverbial wingman, before she asked, "So? Why come after my Harry if you want to be friends with the Harry Potter?"
"I…well…because he's…and I…well, you see…"
"That's what I thought," said Lavender, chuckling softly as they reached the last stairway heading up to the entrance to Gryffindor Tower, outside which, Lavender scowled when she saw three more redheads with similar features to Ron's waiting for their arrival.
"About time!" snapped Percy Weasley, earning a bored look from Lavender, as the self-centred idiot insisted, "Unfortunately, I cannot take any more points thanks to that ignorant, psychopathic little brat, so…"
"I'm sorry," said Lavender, straightening up suddenly, like a coiled viper, earning a frightened look from Ron as the crazy-looking girl glared daggers of fire, ice and darkness at Percy, her voice edged by a low, purring growl-like noise as she asked, "But did you actually just insult my Harry? Who the fuck do you think you are to speak that way about your betters, you insect?"
"I am a school Prefect and, if you think I am intimidated by you or him, then…"
"That's nice! Now…I'm only going to say this because my Harry seems to admire you two: so, here's a free word of advice," said Lavender, looking to the other two redheads with the prat, whom looked like twins, even as she added, "You should be running: you don't want to see this."
"See what?" scoffed Percy, turning to his brothers as he added, "Don't move: I'm going to need witnesses to…"
The only thing the Twins could do was run when they saw their elder prick of a brother fall to the floor, though not before Lavender spoke again.
"Like I said…you should be running…"
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"Inside, Potter!"
"Woof," repeated Harry, having reached the dungeons where he was led to Professor Snape's office.
As soon as he was inside, Harry moved to an open space on the floor before, to Snape's outrage, Harry sat down on his haunches, like a dog sat down, before he cocked his head to one side and let his tongue loll out of his mouth. "What do you think you're doing, you insolent brat?"
"Arf?" asked Harry, cocking his head to the other side as he added, "Bow-wow, woof-woof, pant-pant, oh, look, a cat: and…yay! It's the postman! Woof-woof-woof; cock my leg on the lamppost…grrr-grrr…oh look, somebody's homework: can I eat it?"
"Potter! Tell me what you're doing or else…"
"Yes?" asked Harry suddenly, springing to his feet as he smiled with a mixture of excitement and anticipation that made his green eyes shine even brighter than before as he asked, "Tell me, what will you do if I don't be a good dog and show my bollocks to you, Professor Snape?"
Snape suddenly looked like he'd rather be anywhere else, but here, even as Harry leered at him, flicking his tongue in a way that made Snape think of an old ally of his, while Harry chuckled menacingly, "Because I can tell: you and me? We're nothing like those pathetically-impotent sheep who shoot their mouths off, but don't do anything else."
"What…what do you…"
"Oh, come on, you can have some fun with me if you want to, Professor," laughed Harry, stepping back before he spread his arms wide as he added, "Tell you what: I'll even give you a free first shot. Go on, whatever destructively-bloody, entrails-spewing spell you can think of: do it to me! Use your wand, not your words, and show me what happens to someone who disturbs a dark soul like ours!"
"I am nothing like you!"
"Oh, but you are," drawled Harry in a singsong voice, keeping his arms spread to the side as he laughed, "Like attracts like and you smell just so familiar, it's almost aphrodisiacal! Point is: I can tell that you're as damaged, twisted and broken up, inside and out, as I am. I sensed it in you when I saw you, next to my interesting compatriot, Professor Quirrell: you have darkness inside of you, Snape…and I'm asking…no…"
Suddenly, Snape's eyes widened when Harry dropped to his knees with a beyond-maniacal gleam in his eyes as he laughed, "I'm begging you, you vulture-faced, grease pit who is apparently human! Take control: use that darkness! Unleash the beast! Tickle the sleeping dragon! Stir the hornets' nest! Tickle the sleeping dragon…oh wait, I already said that…ah well: come on, Snape; I know you want to!"
"You can't…you've gone…you're insane!"
"Actually, I'm a Leo!" drawled Harry amusingly, earning a horrified look from Snape, who suddenly envisioned somebody else who was beyond-unhinged and got off on pain and darkness; as he did so, he thanked the Gods that she was in Azkaban and not…well…anywhere near this…this…
He honestly couldn't think of what to say about the individual in front of him, who just cocked his head to one side again before he sniffed, though not before he sighed sadly as he rose from the floor, "Ah well, I see even the head of the snake is defanged and de-venomed…shame…still, you can't say I didn't give you a free shot, you pathetic excuse for a broken and shattered dark spirit: why, I'd bet even a Muggle-born like my dearly-departed Mother, Lily, wouldn't…"
"Sectumsempra!"
Suddenly, Harry leapt up onto the desk with a cry of excitement and ecstasy, startling Severus as he saw the curse used by the Potions Master slice through the desk behind Harry, leaving a deep gouge, but no damage to Harry, who just stared in amazement. "Oh…nice form; a little rough on the landing…you may have to settle for the bronze…"
Then, he started laughing.
A high, cold, cruel, crazed laugh that sent shivers running through Snape's blood, before Harry licked his lips in dark anticipation as he mused, "So, my Mum's a little bit of an Achilles-Heel-worthy-sore spot for you, is she, Snappy? Thanks for the insight…and now, seeing as how that was your one free shot…my turn!"
"What are you going to…"
Before Severus could finish his remark, his eyes widened with horror when Harry conjured not one, but two electrically-charged whips, both of which he cracked and snapped at the air, sending sparks flying as he faced the Potions Master before, lashing the whip once, he made Severus jump back in alarm as he laughed, "Come on, Snapdragon: dance for me!"
"I…I'll see you expelled for…for this, you…you ignorant…insolent…arrogant…you're just like your Father!"
"I thank you," replied Harry, lashing the whip once more, "Come on, Snipple-Twist; dance, baby, dance…jump, baby, jump…oh wait, those aren't the lyrics; ah well, close enough! Come on, dance!"
However, as Severus dodged another lashing, he gasped in horror when a loud, shrill alarm echoed through his office, earning a curious look from Harry as he looked around in disappointment and annoyance, "What is that terrible din?"
"A…a student is…is in danger!"
"I see," said Harry, retracting his whips as suddenly as he'd conjured them, before he sniffed as he added, "Well, then: looks like playtime's over, kiddies. So, unless you want that danger to become mortally-fatal, I suggest you step aside and leave this to the professionals."
"What are you talking about?" asked Severus, watching as Harry flipped himself off the desk with Olympic-worthy precision, form and agility before, standing near the downed Snape, he moved to the door of the office.
"Well, as is as plain as the abnormally-large nose on your abnormally-ugly face, I'm down here toying with you, Snapple…wow, I'm running out of names already? Why can't you have a longer name like your McGormless declawed kitten of a colleague? Anyway, my point is: since I'm down here, there's only one student who could be the cause of such annoying, disruptive racket and, unfortunately for you bunch of dead-monkey-shit-for-brains, the only one she's willing to listen to is down here with you! So, again, step aside and let me take care of this or be part of what is probably going to be the death of a student!"
As Snape moved aside, acknowledging the threat for what it was – namely, a promise – Harry made his way through the door, though not before he turned back to the Potions Master as he added, "Oh, and one more thing…"
Before Severus could ask, Harry sent a volley of lightning bolts towards the Potions Master, sending him flying through the air as he crashed into what was left of his desk, leaving Harry free to leave.
Though not before the eyes of the dark lion lit up like a Christmas Tree as he hissed, "Don't ever think I'm just one of your students, Snape, and don't ever talk bad about my Father again: the next time might end up costing you more than you can afford."
The slam of the office door might as well have been the slam of Snape's coffin lid.
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"Now, tell me, are you going to apologise for insulting your betters, insect?"
"HOW DARE YOU! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! I'M A SCHOOL PREFECT! I WILL HAVE YOU EXPELLED! ARRESTED! STRIPPED OF YOUR MAGIC! YOU WILL NEVER BE A WITCH AGAIN AFTER THIS, DO YOU HEAR ME?"
"Do you know what? I bet all of Hogwarts and Hogsmeade can hear you, you overcompensating little worm," argued a familiar male voice, earning an excited look from Lavender as she looked behind her to see Harry standing against the rail on the Grand Staircase, his arms folded while he had an eyebrow cocked in curiosity as he craned his neck over the side, to where Lavender was holding her prey in her grip, as he asked, "So…let me see if I understand the situation: you couldn't even last one night before letting out the demoness within, eh, Harley?"
"He deserves this, Puddin'!" snarled Lavender, looking down to where she had Percy Weasley at her mercy, namely thanks to how she had one hand wrapped tightly around his wrist, while the rest of him dangled like a worm on a hook over the banister of the Grand Staircase, with nothing but seven floors of open space and several hundred feet of height between him and the ground.
"I'm sure he does," agreed Harry, looking to his right to see the portrait leading into Gryffindor Tower open, revealing the other members of their House, all of whom looked beyond-horrified at what they saw, while as Harry looked to the left, he saw McGonagall, Dumbledore and even Filch had managed to reach the seventh floor. "And here comes the cavalry, but they're not important: tell me, how does he deserve it, my girl?"
"He insulted you!"
"Ah, I see," drawled Harry, leaning against the banister as he looked down at Percy with a curious air about him as he asked, "Yep, I suppose if anything would be just cause to dangle him off the edge of the staircase like you did to Maxine McCreedy when she tried to dunk my head in the ice-cold bath just because she hated how my hair would never lie flat, it'd be that…still, you couldn't have roughed him up first?"
"This is different!"
"Yeah, I know," agreed Harry nonchalantly before, to Lavender's shock, he reached over the rail and gripped Percy's free hand in his, "This one's a much bigger drop: and, between you and me, my love, it kind of breaks my second rule, so…"
"POTTER!" Exclaimed Percy, disbelief evident in his eyes as he screamed, "THANK MERLIN! I KNEW YOU WERE REALLY A HERO! PULL ME UP! PLEASE! I PROMISE, I'LL NEVER BOTHER YOU AGAIN! PLEASE! PULL ME UP, SO I CAN PUNISH THIS BITCH AND SEE HER SENT TO AZKABAN WHERE SHE BELONGS!"
"Bored now…Lavender?"
"Thank you!" cried Lavender, earning a soft kiss from Harry before, much to the horror of everyone watching, both Harry and Lavender released Percy, leaving him to fall down the space between the seventh floor and the ground floor. As if that wasn't bad enough, a lone stairway chose that time to move around, which meant Percy would be broken into a million pieces, if not permanently-disfigured and paralysed on impact.
Or rather, it would, were it not for the intervention of the shepherd to the sheep.
"Arresto Momentum!"
"And that took longer than it probably should have done…why?" drawled Harry, watching as Dumbledore's spell slowed Percy to a safe, steady halt on the Grand Staircase several floors below. When he landed, however, Percy was practically crawling, whimpering, sputtering out nonsense and, to the disgust of those who appeared to see what the noise was about, he'd even soiled himself.
Harry, however, looked up from the fall as he sniffed once before he told Lavender, "Oh well, there's always next time: in the meantime, let it go, my girl…come on; we've got more important things to deal with…like sleep."
"Potter! What did you think you…" asked McGonagall, earning a roll of the eyes from Harry.
Were these idiots ever going to get the point?
"I know, I know, it was naughty, bad Harry…" drawled the emerald-eyed scion, playfully swatting at himself, as though he was spanking himself, before he sniffed and looked to the Head of Gryffindor, "So, what's next, eh, McGloopy? More detentions with the snarky git…oh, that reminds me: someone should go and check his office. I think he might need a medic, but thanks for leaving me alone in an empty room with him, Headmaster."
"Harry," gasped Dumbledore, horror evident in his eyes as he asked, "Why…why did you do this?"
"Well, first things first, he probably shouldn't have said I was a hero," said Harry, shrugging ruefully as he scratched at the scar on his eye before he added, "I mean, I might be wearing robes, but I don't see tights and a big letter S, so I'm not a hero and I never will be."
"Is that all?"
"Of course not, McGormless," said Harry, putting an arm around Lavender, who cuddled into his side with a mixture of relief and dark liking, even as Harry smiled wolfishly at the Head of Gryffindor, who paled in horror as he went on.
"His second, and fatal…or would have been fatal if not for the old codger here, but I digress: his second mistake was insulting my girl; oh, but if your plan now involves sending us to Azkaban, Professor, then, by all means, go right ahead: compared to this place, it sounds like a holiday."
Chapter 6 and, oh bloody hellfire, brimstone and the Devil who lords over it: I daresay Hogwarts has just learned the cardinal rule for being around Harry Potter: as a certain giant puts it…
Never…insult…Lavender…Brown…in…front…of…me! (Or vice versa, right?)
Still, with messages sent and dragons once asleep now tickled, what will this mean for the School of Sheep?
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Next Chapter: Snape couldn't even make him flinch, Dumbledore is as intimidating as a one-winged fly to him, and even Prefects are left as piles of crap and jelly in his wake: can anything intimidate Harry? Oh…dear…no…not that! Surely even the Powers aren't so desperate as to think…she…needs to be brought face-to-face with this demon in human skin? Then again, this is Hogwarts and Dumbledore, so…
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