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Chapter 17

Soft giggles followed by a few moans surrounded the empty room, where a table was transfigured into a bed to accommodate the three naked young girls. Galadriel chuckled at seeing those two young and surprisingly energetic girls by her side. The fierce red-haired girl, with perhaps the biggest pair tits Galadriel has ever seen, was on her right side, and the sweet, gentle dirty blonde-haired girl on her left. Those two girls were incredibly beautiful, and their bodies were so lustful. Again, Galadriel wondered if magic played a part in developing witches' bodies.

Galadriel traced her finger on Susan's skin as the red-haired girl only shivered. Susan felt goosebumps at the feeling of Galadriel touching her without bothering to say a word. Galadriel then smirked as she slowly groped Susan's round, big, perfect tits. Susan, just like Hannah, seemed to be on the thicker side. They were curvy girls; their hourglass figure was more prominent than any other girl. Not fat, they had no type of extra weight in their bodies. It was just that both Hufflepuff girls had more curves and were filled in all the right places. Their breast, hips, those thighs, and legs made them look chubby while wearing their uniforms, which was far from the truth.

Galadriel loved it and made sure to taste all of it.

"I had to admit; these are rather big."

Susan's chuckled softly. "Thank you. They grew last summer, much to my surprise. But I guess I should have expected it. The women of the Bones then to be rather gifted the chest department."

"Oh? That sounds like quite the heritage," Galadriel stated, making Susan giggle. Galadriel then saw Hannah on the left side, who was lazily caressing Galadriel's stomach with her hand. Hannah was more modest in the chest area but going down to her waist. It was the place where her figure truly shined. Both girls had perfect curvy bodies, but it was clear that Hannah's hips were wider than Susan's own. Hannah's thick legs were a cherry on the cake when Hannah had such an enormous butt. The type of bottom that anyone would like to fondle daily, rounded and perfect with no more fat than what was needed to look lecherous to anyone looking.

"It seems that you two had a bit of experience with this," Galadriel stated and saw the blushes on both the girls' faces. "But, at the same time. Both of you seemed to be surprised by the things I can do."

"We have been... doing this sort of thing since the beginning of the year. We are learning slowly," Susan replied while blushing. "Muggle magazine have helped."

"I see; I also saw the marks on Hannah's neck," Galadriel smirked. "Were they made by you? Marking your girlfriend?"

Susan's reaction made it clear that she was responsible for Hannah's sex mark.

"Are you two dating?" Galadriel asked, genuinely intrigued.

"Oh, no! No!" Susan chuckled nervously. "Well, we are kind of... in a relationship?"

"How so?"

Susan looked at Hannah, who stared at her cutely, nervously but at the same time confident of her decision.

"The Abbot noble house and the Bones noble house have some history together, especially in the last hundred years," Susan stated. "The Abbot noble house is one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, but the Bones are not. Yet, we have quite the large influence in the Wizengamot and the Ministry of Magic, even more than the Abbot family."

Galadriel tilted her head, wondering why a lesser noble house had even more power in the Wizard Government than one of the first houses that existed in Great Britain. There must be a history, especially watching Hannah's submissive nature around Susan. The latter, in terms of noble standing, should be below her.

"Tell me more."

Susan stood from the bed and sighed. "Exactly a hundred and twenty years ago. The Abbot family had... a very bad lord who created many problems for his family."

Hannah looked down, ashame, hugging Galadriel's arm tightly.

"Was he evil or something?" Galadriel asked, fascinated.

"No, no, not at all," Susan replied. "He was just an incredibly stupid and gullible man that people took advantage of."

"My great-great-grandfather was an idiot," Hannah muttered with shame.

"Alright, what did he do? It can't be that bad."

Susan sighed deeply as she then glanced at Galadriel. "In a nutshell, without wasting too much time telling all the stupid things he did. He got himself in some stupid contracts. Lord Nott and Lord Avery manipulated him into signing a series of magical contracts that practically made the Abbot into a slave house. A servant house, with no more rights than a house elf."

Susan deadpanned, and anger was visible in her hazel eyes. Hannah whimpered angrily and was truly disappointed with her ancestor. Galadriel lay on the bed, completely baffled by what she was hearing.

"Alright, how did he allow such a thing to happen?" Galadriel questioned, puzzled and baffled by that man's stupidity. "Like... how can he sign such a thing?"

"He was a fool who wanted to be taken seriously but was lacking in the brains department," Susan stated with an annoyed tone.

"My grandmother said he may have been... special individual. I think he was mentally handicapped, which is sad if you think about it. Yet, there wasn't much to do. The Abbot family is a patriarchal house, and he was the only man in the family at the time, so he had all the power. But, yeah, the rest of the lords took advantage of that," Hannah whispered, deciding to put some clothes on finally.

Galadriel sighed. "A sad true if that was what happened."

"Still, the Bones family is part of the Abbot family. A branch of the Abbot family. Lord Abbot's younger sister, Celia Abbot. Saw that the only way to save her family from enslavement was to give the administration power of the Abbot family to her cousin, Lady Eleanor Bones. She... couldn't stop the magical contracts since they were sealed and under the control of the Nott and Avery families and needed the signature of the three lords to be erased, which would never happen. But she was able to... Imperious her brother in order to give the Bones all the power of the family and protect them."

"Uh, what do you mean?"

"Familiae Praesidium Decretum. A sort of... spell? It practically gives the Bones all the power of the Abbot house as well, all the problems."

"I didn't know that was a thing," Galadriel said, surprised. "How does that even work?"

Susan hummed deeply, trying to condense the long explanation.

"Each house is special. But it is not a practice that is strange. Many of the Sacred Twenty-Eight have servant houses on the sides. It depends on the houses truly. House would have branches of the main family, giving them some power or status," Susan said. "In our case, the Bones family were a guardian house created by the Abbots to protect them from their enemies. Hence why, to protect the Abbot house honor and legacy. Celia Abbot gave all the power of the family to the Bones, hoping it would stop the Nott and Avery family from harming them."

"It also helps in the legal terms since the magical contract has the Abbot name, not the Bones. And, since the Bones took the role of the Abbot family in the administration aspect and responsibility. It allows us to play with the loophole and stop the contract from being applied. But, it only gives us time... we still have to give gold to them as a form of penalty fee," Hannah muttered softly. "It's more complicated than that, but that's as easier as I can make it."

Galadriel was now paying full attention to that little detail she didn't know about before. Now that she thought about it deeply. What type of branches would the houses she took for herself have? She would need to tell Albedo to look into it.

"Are there other houses like yours?" Galadriel requested. "House, who uses the same... type of system as yours?"

Susan hummed deeply.

"The Greengrass has the Zabini family as their guardians."

Galadriel raised her eyebrows at that. But now that she thought about it, she recalls Blaise stating that he was Daphne's cousin. Third cousin or something.

"However, while giving the Bones family the power to control Abbot's vaults and Seat vote gave some breathing room for the Abbot family. It didn't free them from those contracts. We have tried so much to get free of them. But it requires both to tango."

Susan stated with an angry hiss. The situation stressed her out to no end, especially because it also involved her future.

"Lord Nott and Avery were incredibly smart when writing those contracts. They made sure to write on iron-clad... bloody cunts," Hannah hissed. "We must give a member of each house as payment. As a slave and a part of our state to each Nott and Avery family, and only then will the contract be forgiven."

"And since Hannah is the last of her family, and only my aunt and I are left of our house too," Susan whispered anxiously. "We must give ourselves to them... which will never do it. I rather kill myself before becoming their slave!"

Hannah nodded fervently. Both girls knew that if they couldn't flee to Estonia as they had planned. They would rather die than live their entire life as slaves. A quick death. They already have a deadly poison waiting for them. A painless and immediate death. Galadriel respected that type of determination.

"Now, I understand the blood feuds you were talking about," Galadriel noted, making Susan chuckle.

"We have been paying large sums of gold to the Nott and Avery family for over a hundred years to keep them calm. We can't keep doing it, especially now that both are pushing for the magical contract to be fulfilled. I am afraid that we are on our end and without help. I am afraid of what could happen."

Galadriel stood up, too, and started to undress. "You're part of whatever contract the Abbot lord signed, right?"

"Yes, it's like both houses shared the same debt."

Galadriel hummed deeply. "I'll help you, both of you, with this magic contract."

Susan and Hannah looked at her with hope in their eyes. There hasn't been much they could do truly. Escaping would be hard, especially with such a thing over their heads. Yet they hoped something could be done, but as time passed, it looked bleaker.

"However, it would come with a price," Galadriel whispered as she approached a half-dressed Susan. "Besides helping me with the Sirius' Black matter. If you truly want to be free of such chains. You'll need to offer something in return."

Susan looked over to Hannah, who suddenly approached her. There was uncertainty in her eyes but also some yearning. Hannah seemed tired of running, of always looking behind her with fear that they would come for them. Susan, who was in charge of the Abbot family since Hannah was practically the last of her line, had a huge responsibility on her shoulders. Not only for the Abbot family but the Bones family.

"What type of offering?" Susan whispered.

"All of it."

Susan chuckled mournfully while breathing deeply.

"Removing some chains just to get another one?" Susan muttered, frustrated.

"You'll gain more from serving me than them. Besides, I don't want slaves. I want allies... servants perhaps. But I swear to you, to both of you, that I shall never take advantage of either of you."

Susan stared at Galadriel for a while, trying to see anything in those golden eyes.

"What are you truly searching for? What do you want from us?" Susan asked, with suspicion written all over her face. "You must understand that I am in charge of both the future of the Bones and Abbot family. I can't. I won't put my descendants in the chains of someone else."

Galadriel admired the red-haired girl now. It was clear that besides the clear attraction Susan had for her and Galadriel knew Susan was very much drawn to her. The girl still had a clear mind and was focused on doing what was right for her family. That was something Galadriel respected a lot.

"I admire that line of thought, my dear," Galadriel admitted. "That's why I shall tell you what I want to do. What my family wishes to do."

"And what is that?" Susan asked.

"We... I want to change the world. The Wizarding World. All of it."

Galadriel smirked as she opened her arms. "You'll discover a new age with me at my side. Both of you."

To make her point across, Galadriel showed a part of her true power to both girls. A practice she had learned could be useful to make people realize how different she was from them.

It worked.

The two young women were stunned by the sheer power Galadriel displayed. They couldn't believe the woman standing in front of them was real. Not only did she look like a goddess, but she also radiated an aura of pure power.

"What are you?" Susan asked, terrified and amazed.

"A being capable of great wonders," Galadriel replied with a shrug. "But explaining it would take time."

Hannah was speechless. She hadn't expected Galadriel to be so powerful. So consuming and life-changing. Galadriel's mission was complete; there was no need for her to waste more time there. It also seems that her attention was needed in the Slytherin common room. I need to teach those kids a good lesson. Galadriel chuckled softly.

"I'll leave you to think about it. But I would like your answer as fast as possible since Sirius Black's trial will take place tomorrow."

Galadriel smiled at both of them as she finished dressing up. "I'll see you both later."

Galadriel stated, leaving the room behind. "A good meal that was." She giggled, deciding that she would soon eat both girls more. But all in due time.

Tracey ran as fast as she could, desperately trying to find her lady whom she hadn't seen all day. Nevertheless, Tracey would run around Hogwarts and search every classroom and room in the magical castle.

"Where are you?!" Tracey hissed nervously. "Where are you?!"

Tracey looked around and noticed the sun was getting down. Then, she felt someone approaching her quickly. The brunette girl turned around and pulled her wand up, glaring at the intruder. There, a certain blonde-haired boy glared at her. "Malfoy!" She hissed.

"Davis," Draco sneered. "I've been looking for your whore of a master. But finding you here is a good thing."

"How so?" Tracey replied back, noticing two other older Slytherin students next to Draco.

"It's time we teach you some lessons about what makes us better than the rest," Draco stated arrogantly. "You filthy-half blood."

Tracey glared at him, knowing she'd need to overpower the rest quickly. She wasn't the most adept duelist but was confident that she could at least run.

"Now tell me, where is that white-haired bitch?" Draco hissed. "Or better yet, don't do it. Give me an excuse."

Draco wanted to be seen as a capable duelist, which in truth. He was just decent enough to make everyone believe he could defend himself. But even now, Draco's feelings were mixed. The sensation of dread and anxiety came to him. It's been so many days since any news from his family has arrived to him. His father hasn't told Draco what he should do or provided help towards his cause over the Slytherin house.

Draco had no choice but to follow Nott's orders now, which was humiliating. But he'll get his due. He was Draco Malfoy, the heir of the Malfoy house, and would do what was necessary to get what he thought he deserved.

"I'll show you what a Malfoy wizard can do!"

Tracey only narrowed her eyes. The girl's time wasn't one to be wasted on blond ferrets of sorts. Not at all. Tracey needed to find her lady and fast. But thankfully, all of her worries disappeared at the sound of a soft and giggling voice.

"What can a Malfoy do?" Galadriel appeared from the corner of the hallway, mocking Malfoy's statement. "Tell me... what can a Malfoy do?"

"My lady!" Tracey exclaimed, sighing in relief. "Daphne...! Minette! Astoria...! They are-!"

"Hush, now," Galadriel shut Tracey's worries with a rather luscious kiss, taking the poor anxious girl by surprise. "Don't worry, my dear. They are completely fine."

"Uh... oh!" Tracey managed to reply, suddenly tasting the flavor of Galadriel's lips.

"So, Malfoy, what exactly are you trying to do with my pets? Mmh?"

Draco sneered at her but couldn't hide his nervousness. He knew the girl was strong magically. But surely, Galadriel had limits, right?

"It's time for a new change of administration in the Slytherin house. We must ensure you understand the true values of being a Pureblood."

"Ah," Galadriel only replied, not amused. "And you intend on showing me this... Pureblood values?"

Draco then sneered at her with vicious intent. "I do!"

Galadriel rolled her eyes. Draco was lucky that Galadriel was on a good mod. Otherwise, he'll be dead. Yet, it wouldn't change her response to them. She had to make sure to teach those children to respect them betters.

"I have quite a lot to do, my dear little child," Galadriel stated, glaring at Dracon and his two friends. "It's of no use using any skill with you kids. It's insulting for me to even take you seriously, so because of that... [Despair Aura II]"

Draco, like the other two, fell to their knees and started panicking. Draco himself began to cry.

"Please! Mercy! Mercy! Don't hurt me!" Draco pleaded with his life.

Galadriel approached the poor crying boy and scoffed. "No, so brave now, he?" She grabbed Draco by his hair and stared him down.

"Such a pathetic little boy... uh, haven't people tell you that you have pretty big eyebrows for a boy?"

Galadriel squeezed Draco's head as the poor boy started to piss himself.

"You do have quite the feminine looks," Galadriel tilted her head and smiled. "I heard you're the self-named Archrival of Harry Potter. I wonder if sweet Harry deserves a sort of revenge? Maybe, he'll break your bones... or should I do the honors? Or maybe... yeah, yeah. I know what to do with you!" Galadriel smiled brightly at her idea.

"A good opportunity to test some items," Galadriel whispered deviously, making Draco more terrified of her.

Draco paled. No color was left on his cheeks or skin. His heart was already beating fast as if he had just run miles upon miles. He feared the worst. "Please! Don't kill me! I'll do anything!" Draco pleaded for his life as if Galadriel was thinking of killing him, which was not the case.

"Kill you? Not at all," Galadriel then squeezed his cheeks with her hands, making him look silly and pathetic. "I'll not do what I have done to your father. Not at all. Oh, haven't I told you? Your daddy is dead. All because he decided to challenge us."

Galadriel whispered in Draco's ear, which seemed enough for Draco to pass out. Draco Malfoy, the Malfoy heir, lay on the floor, bubbles coming out of his mouth and stains of piss over his clothes. An incredibly pathetic sight for anyone to see.

Galadriel didn't even bother to see the other two. "Pathetic, I wonder why my dear sweet pet Narcissa wishes to save your life. But, a mother's love always wins, I guess. But she has loose faith in you. Nevertheless, I'll give you one last chance... because I am a generous Goddess."

Galadriel whispered to herself. "[Shalltear, I wish you to take someone back to Nazarick.]."

"[Oh?! To Neuronist?"]" Shalltear asked, excited it.

"[No... well, now that you bring that. I'll need to send a group of unruly young children there, so they'll learn manners.]."

"[At once!]"

Galadriel smiled as she then turned back at Tracey. "What are you waiting for, my dear? We have things to do."

Back in the Slytherin common room, shouting and grunts of pain could be heard. Minette hissed painfully, noticing the laceration on her left arm. The duel between Nott and her was still going, and she couldn't believe how proficient Nott actually was. He was a ruthless duelist and knowledgeable in the arts of Dark magic. All thanks to his father, no doubt. After all, Lord Nott was a deadly Death Eater. Everyone in the room was glaring, looking, and analyzing their fight; some even dared to mock Minette. Cunts, all of them. They believe they can win. She growled.

However, they were in a good spot. Daphne was glaring at Crabbe and Goyle. They still had her sister, Astoria, in their clutches. But Daphne couldn't do much, not now, at least.

It wasn't just a duel between two Slytherins trying to get the upper head in the house. But an actual Duel between two pureblood heirs.

A Pureblood duel between noble families was incredibly important and dangerous for the losing side. Yet, while it was honorable on paper, the reality was that, during a pureblood duel. Everything was allowed, even dirty tricks or Unforgivable Curse. Although using those curses, one must truly mean it. Knowing the words wasn't all, but emotions played a key role in their success and skill.

Minette was an incredible duelist and talented fighter. Nott, however, was a decent fighter but a devious trickster. Both knew that the moment one used one of those spells. Hogwarts itself would know, and so would the Ministry. Nevertheless, they could still use some other spells; dark spells could have worse outcomes for each other.

"Surrender?" Nott sneered, showing some scar of his own.

"To you? Never," Minette replied with a chuckle. Minette then growled and let a powerful barrage of spells. Nott, the slimy snake, moved around, evading the attacks easily while throwing some of his own.

Nott's nervousness was visible, and the more time passed, the more fatigue he became. Minette has been careful not to fall into the trap of moving around like crazy. Wizards and Witches then to not be very physically gifted. Not because nature was against them, but because they solely relied on their magic to do everything. Many of them don't exercise their bodies to that extent. Or at least until they leave Hogwarts and realize that a charm doesn't always win a fight. And Minette knew it. She waited for Nott's energy to run out, and then she'd attack.

Nott's arrogance has been his own demise. "Bloody cunt!"

Nott grew desperate and started to lose control of his temper, not a good sign for everyone there watching. "Confringo!"

Minette quickly moved and evaded the burning spell. "Expulso!" Her quick hand took Nott by surprise, and the attack hit him directly in the chest, sending him backward. The sound of his body slamming itself on the wall was loud and seemed painful. But Minette wasn't over.

"Locomotor Mortis!" Minette hissed, enjoying the feeling of victory. However, Minette needed to force Nott to surrender, and she had an idea of how to do so. Minette wanted to humiliate him, just like a Slytherin would do. But also, she wanted to show the rest that she could still take them head-on if she wished to. However, that wasn't what took place. Before Minette could even say anything from behind her, a wand emerged.

"Expulso!"

Minette's body was thrown away by the spell. Her head hit the wall, almost knocking her out. The Slytherin turned to see who did it, and everyone saw a girl, trembling, not knowing why she did that.

"Pansy?!" One hissed.

"I... I don't... he was going to lose!" Pansy screamed, searching for support from the rest of her fellow Slytherins, but none of them seemed to share her point of view.

"Coward! You have interfered with the duel! Don't you have shame as a Pureblood?! As a Slytherin?!" Daphne cried, enraged, yet before she could do anything to help and defend Minette, some approached her from behind, sighing deeply.

"Agree."

Everyone then turned and saw Galadriel glaring at them with a disappointing gaze. "To break the rules of PvP is one of the most disappointing and infuriating things."

Galadriel glared at all of them with disdain, especially the girl who interrupted the duel, poor Pansy Parkinson. The girl seemed terrified of her, but she'll soon be more than just afraid.

"I had some annoying vermins annoying me... I took care of them, and now they are learning their lesson, like every one of you will soon."

Galadriel stated, looking around them. She approached Nott, who was groaning on the ground.

"Tell me, what did you try to accomplish here?"

Nott didn't reply. He just glared at her. "Fucking cunt!"

"Cunt? Truly, is the best you can do?" Galadriel replied, as she then smashed Nott's arm with her feet. The sound of bones crushing echoed in the room.

"Aghhh!" Nott yelled in pain.

"What, I can't hear you," Galadriel joked, as she then started to steep on his other hand, crushing his hand slowly. "No, so brave?"

Galadriel scoffed, then looked around her and noticed her aura emanating quite the dark reaction. It was to be expected. Everyone was afraid of her and the power she held. They should. Yet, she won't show mercy to them. Killing children is not my style. But, I won't kill them... no, I will punish them.

"Kyeaeeehhh!"

A girl screamed, filled with terror, as she aimed her wand at her and used whatever spell she could remember to get rid of Galadriel. Then some others began to do the same. But not a single one of them scratched Galadriel. Not a single spell.

Galadriel just scoffed again. "Children," she muttered. "[Shalltear, open Gate and take these kids to Neuronist.]."

"[Yes!]"

"That would be enough... my dears, please stay back."

Galadriel said, while Daphne and Tracey took Minette and sobbing Astoria away from whatever Galadriel was going to do.

"[Mass Paralysis]"

Everyone single Slytherin in the common room froze in place, falling to the ground. "Mm, Daphne, my dear, is there someone of our year who isn't here?"

Daphne gulped, trembling at the sight of power displayed before her. "Millicent Bulstrode is not here... I believe she's under her bed, hiding. The rest here are from the fifth year up to the seventh. The rest of the house is in their rooms until further notice."

"Good, I would have hated to teach such manners to younger kids," Galadriel sighed deeply. "Nevertheless, it's a good thing; I have our dear professor Snape sleeping."

"What?" Daphne muttered.

"Ah, don't worry, I forsee this event," Galadriel chuckled. "My dear Minette, how are you feeling?"

Minette had blood dripping from her head and seemed still confused about what had happened. Signs of a concussion were clear. "I'll live," she only replied.

"[Lesser Rejuvation]" Galadriel didn't have many healing abilities in her arsenal. All of them were Rejuvenation types of skills. Healing skills that restore her health during a brief or long period of time. And while it was a bit lackluster than a simple [Heal] ability, or [True Healing] or so many of that skill tree.

Galadriel knew how to use her few healing spells. They helped her and were useful for her kit. But in the world, she was in. A simple [Lesser Rejuvation] was on a new whole level. In a few seconds, Minette was standing again, amazed by how she felt.

"Mmhm, that was fast," Galadriel whispered, slowly caressing Minette's cheek. "Nevertheless, I take good care of my pets."

Minette was about to reply before suddenly they saw a strange void-looking hole appearing before them. Then, a small girl with long silver hair and sadistic red eyes.

"My lady, all of them?" The girl asked with devotion in her voice.

"Yes, I'll be there in a minute. I want Neuronist to... make them submissive to me... very submissive. As well, this one," Galadriel pointed at Nott under her feet, something that made Shalltear jealous for some reason, which Galadriel ignored. "Take him to Neuronist, then to Kyouhukou."

Shalltear let a small gag. "Ca-Can, I tell Mare to take him there?!"

Galadriel rolled her eyes but nodded. "Alright, tell him to do it for you."

"Thank you, my lady!"

Galadriel chuckled softly, glancing at the girls behind her. "Don't worry now. Everything you wish to know... you'll know in time. But for now... go and rest. You've earned it. And after tonight, no one would dare to raise a finger to me or what belongs to me."

"Wh-where are you going, my lady?" Daphne asked nervously.

"I have a business to attend. Relax, I'll be here in the morning."

Galadriel smiled before leaving the group of girls behind her, dazed and fearsome. They knew that there was more to their lady than met the eye. Perhaps, too much that they would like to know. However, one thing was clear. They were glad to be at her side.