TITLE: Ménage à Quatre
DISCLAIMER: All things Harry Potter belong to J K Rowling... basically, if you recognise it, it isn't mine... Please don't sic the Aurors on me, I'm just here for the fun.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Hogsmeade
Scotland
Tuesday
30th September, 1999
After the bell rang signifying the end of the school day, Hermione made her way up to the Deputy Headmaster's office with surety in her steps and a decisive smile on her face.
She'd never been very good about being indecisive about anything, and after a week of researching both the charms and enchanting mastery courses, she had come to the decision that ironically had been the same as her original gut answer when Professor Flitwick had first spoken to her.
Enchanting was definitely what she wanted to go for. As much as charms did appeal to her, the prospect of a new challenge and actually learning a branch of magic that could create such wonders, was far more enticing than simply evolving and continuing on the study of charms.
Becoming a recognised Enchantress offered so much more, and even teased the future prospect of becoming a teacher herself and reopening the NEWT course at Hogwarts for future students to become enthralled in.
It was strange, but after that horrible day with Ron, and his verbal abuse that had led to her officially breaking up with him, she'd been able to make the decision so easily and with clarity she hadn't felt in far too long.
She had to wonder if for the past year she'd actually been subconsciously slowing herself down and adjusting her behaviour to be more attractive to Ron, instead of being herself and pushing herself to be the best witch that she could be.
The very idea of it disgusted her, but she couldn't deny that for the past year she had accomplished very little aside from helping Harry with his new house, and had listened to Ron far to often about decisions that should have been hers alone, like when she'd wanted to go and look for her parents, but Ron had insisted they should take the time to spend time together now the war was over, and that there would be plenty of time for her to visit muggle places once he'd become a proper auror.
Looking back on all those decisions now, decisions that she'd made to pacify either Ron or Molly, it was almost painful to see how close she had become to turning into another little Weasley housewife who sacrificed her own life and ambitions in return for turning into a mother and a home maker.
"Miss Granger?"
Hermione looked up with wide eyes, startled out of her thoughts as she heard Professor Flitwick's voice, seeing him standing in front of his office door as if he was expecting her.
"Oh, hello Professor. I was just coming to see you." Hermione offered with a small smile.
"So I see," Filius chuckled. "I have something to attend to currently, but if you are willing to walk with me..."
"Of course Professor," Hermione smiled, happily falling in step with the shorter professor.
"What is it you wish to discuss then Miss Granger?" Filius asked, leading the way away from his office and towards the main stairway of the castle. "I assume you have further questions about your upcoming decision?"
"Actually Professor," Hermione paused before nodding to herself in confirmation that she had evaluated both courses to the best of her ability, and had made the right decision. "I think I'd like to study enchanting, that is if you think that would be the best choice for me?"
"I do," Filius chuckled as he directed Hermione to follow him up the stairs. "I take it you have been researching enchanting over the weekend then?" He asked with an amused smile on his face.
"Yes sir," Hermione confirmed. "Since when Harry first told me actually, I started looking for everything I could about both the enchanting and charms mastery courses." She explained.
"I see," Filius nodded. "More proof than ever that you would have made an excellent Ravenclaw Miss Granger." He said with a small laugh. "But yes, I am quite certain that you will excel quite beyond anyone's expectations in the field of enchanting. I will not say that it is not a demanding field, or that it is the easiest of apprenticeships, but having seen both your skills with a wand, and more importantly your work ethic, I truly believe it would be a field where you could truly shine."
"Thank you Professor," Hermione said, momentarily stunned by Professor Flitwick's apparent confidence in her. "I was just wondering... if you have the time that is, would you be able to give me a list of the books I will need next year?"
"Hmm," Filius nodded as they finished their way up the staircase, indicating for Hermione to follow him towards Ravenclaw tower. "Of course. I assumed you would wish to know as soon as you made your decision." He explained with a chuckle. "I already have the list for Mr Potter written up, I can certainly put one together for you before you leave."
"That would be fantastic, thank you Professor." Hermione beamed, already anxious to start reading and seeing what sort of fantastic magic she would be looking into and learning.
"As I cautioned you before, do not focus on your further education at the detriment of your studies this year." Filius smiled at her softly. "We are both aware of your prodigious knowledge and skill, it would be a crime for you to allow your NEWT's to suffer because you were focusing on things we will work on next year."
"I won't Professor, I promise." Hermione nodded resolutely. "It's just so fascinating!" She exclaimed with a wide smile.
"The lure of advanced magic always is," Filius laughed knowingly as they approached the Ravenclaw eagle that guarded the common room. "One of my favourite enchantments in the castle," He said, gesturing up to the eagle statue and it's broad wings that were closed around the entrance to the common room. "I am aware it is not as gaudy or wondrous as others like the ceiling in The Great Hall, but I have always found wonder in the more subtle enchantments woven in the creation here."
"How so Professor?" Hermione asked, staring at the giant bronze statue wearily, feeling almost as if the eagle was staring down at her and judging her.
"Please," Filius smiled, indicating for Hermione to step forwards and approach the eagle.
Hermione looked at him curiously before following his instructions, walking forwards until the head of the eagle animated and swivelled down to look at her more directly.
"How long is a piece of string?" The eagle asked, it's deep voice resonating around the corridor.
"That... Professor?" Hermione asked, looking towards Professor Flitwick who was chuckling quietly into his hand.
"Quite an amusing one," Filius chuckled. "I have taught here for eighty four years now Miss Granger, and have never once heard the same riddle repeated." He explained. "It is different each time, now, will you care to answer?" He asked curiously.
"Um, of course." Hermione nodded before turning back to the eagle. "A piece of string is twice as long as it is from the middle to the end." She answered with a sure smile.
"Indeed," The eagle head bowed before the wings swept open, the large and intricate bronze feathers stretching and twisting as the wings parted to allow access to the archway beyond.
"I see your curiosity mirrors mine," Filius laughed, waving his hand up towards the eagle where Hermione was staring at it with curiosity plainly visible her face. "I do argue with myself regularly on the prospect of attempting to unravel what enchantments were placed on this guardian, though the fear of damaging the sole original common room guardian stills my hand somewhat."
"The only original one sir?" Hermione asked curiously, hesitating as Filius led her into the Ravenclaw common room.
"Indeed," Filius nodded. "It's my understanding that all of the common rooms originally had guardians, totems if you will, like the Ravenclaw eagle." He explained. "The Gryffindor lion for example, a badger, and a snake." He smiled as they walked. "As it is today, where Gryffindor solely has a painting to guard it's doors, or Hufflepuff's enchanted barrel, and Slytherin's stone wall, no guardians that are equal to the original Ravenclaw."
"That... that makes sense Professor." Hermione nodded, something like the Ravenclaw eagle certainly made a lot more sense than simply having a painting that guarded the Gryffindor room and could be slashed through like Sirius had attempted to do in their third year to get to Pettigrew. "What happened to the others?"
"There is no official record of them sadly, though I can infer that they were damaged and broken, either intentionally or accidentally, over the years. The house emblems you all wear show more proof of this, the golden lion for Gryffindor, Hufflepuff's badger, and Slytherin's emerald snake?" Filius explained, gesturing to the Gryffindor badge on her robes. "It is quite the miracle that even one survived a thousand years, but many of the more well known enchantments on the castle were placed by teachers or headmasters over the years, there are sadly few that can be directly traced back to the founding of the school itself."
Hermione simply nodded, listening and committing every word to memory as they walked into the common room, the various Ravenclaw students around all staring curiously at both her and Professor Flitwick as they walked alongside each other.
She would easily admit to a true feeling of jealousy when she saw that the Ravenclaw common room had it's own private library area, with a large white marble statue of Rowena Ravenclaw standing proud and watching over the various tables and chairs amongst the towering shelves.
The Ravenclaw common room was far airier than the Gryffindor room was, it was less cluttered, tidier, with comfortable reading chairs scattered around, along with plenty of desks and tables for people to study at. The large arched windows that dominated one entire wall let in a beautiful amount of light, and set the common room in a studious and peaceful setting, rather than the more boisterous and garish feeling that came with the Gryffindor common room.
"Please, indulge yourself. I won't be a moment." Filius smiled, indicating for her to investigate the Ravenclaw library. "The rear shelves might be of some interest to you, on the left I believe unless they have been resorted since I last visited the alcoves." He said with a chuckle. "Miss Granger is here at my behest and has graciously accepted a position as my apprentice. She has as much right to be here as any of you do, I trust none of you will make her feel uncomfortable or unwelcome here." He announced to the various Ravenclaw students around the common room before he walked off.
Hermione simply flushed at his announcement, heading quickly to the library alcove and away from where more than a few Ravenclaws were staring at her enviously.
Her brain was still idly pondering the other castle enchantments as she moved through the stacks, wondering which of the other enchantments were actually originally placed by The Founders, and which had been added afterwards by different professors and headmasters over the years.
In time, would she add her own enchantment to the castle one day? Leaving her mark, quite literally, in magic that would be spoken about and admired by future generations, like she'd admired the ceiling in The Great Hall on her very first day here?
She still remembered that day, nearly a decade later now, and the feeling of wonder that staring up at that enchanted ceiling had instilled in her.
What would it feel like to actually create something like that, knowing that it would still be here and be admired as a wonder of Hogwarts long after her death?
The mere thought was enough to make her giddy with anticipation, and she kept pondering on the thought her her fingers automatically reached up and started trailing along the book spines in front of her, cataloguing the titles as she read and walked through, looking for why Professor Flitwick would have sent her to this particular section of the Ravenclaw library.
The Daily Prophet
Diagon Alley
London
Sitting in his office at The Daily Prophet, Rupert Amorim nodded in satisfaction as he went over the first draft that had been sent to him by the two writers he'd assigned to the McGonagall exposés.
The headline they'd splashed across the front was lurid enough, and certainly gathered attention, with a rather eye catching photo taken from the pensieve showing Minerva McGonagall and Albus Dumbledore at the doorstep on Number Four Privet Drive, the freezing cold air visible by the steam on their breath, as they left the infant Harry Potter on the doorstep like a sack of rubbish, and simply walked away without a care for the innocent infant left behind.
The missing day still bothered him, the timeline didn't add up, but he'd discovered long ago that he had a talent for spotting when people were lying to him, and no matter how he asked, Ms McGonagall's story of that night never changed, no matter how abhorrent it was.
The infant Harry Potter was missing for an entire day between the attack on Godric's Hollow, and Mr Hagrid delivering him to Privet Drive. Considering the distance was only just over a hundred miles or so, it was an easy distance to make, especially on an enchanted motorbike.
So where had Hagrid taken Harry Potter for an entire day? How had he fed him? Cleaned him? According to Ms McGonagall, and her memories backed up her claim on this, his scar was still fresh and bleeding when he'd arrived at Privet Drive, he clearly hadn't been taken to St Mungo's for treatment or anything to check he was in good health after everything that had happened, so where had Mr Hagrid taken him?
Sadly, it looked like that question was likely to be one of the mysteries that would never be answered, as Mr Hagrid clearly didn't know from the memories he had shared with Mr Potter earlier in the year, so it was likely the day had been obliviated from his mind. Since Ms McGonagall didn't know, it was likely that the only person who did now know the answer was the person who had obliviated Mr Hagrid.
He had a gut feeling that it was Mr Dumbledore, but without proof, that was all it was, and even then he would never be able to confirm it or find out what had happened during that missing time, as Mr Dumbledore was long dead by now and wouldn't be answering any questions from anyone ever again.
The headline, "Murder, Malfeasance, and Magic! Minerva McGonagall's Misgivings, Mistakes, and Malicious Manipulations!" certainly painted a picture of what the article was about, and put the readers in a particularly vicious mood as they would continue to read on.
From what he could see the first article was clear enough, with lurid prose in places that led the emotions and anger to where he wanted it to be. It only spoke of the years leading from The Potter's death up until nineteen ninety, but even that was enough for a first article.
The article started with how Mr Dumbledore had set up the protections around The Potter's cottage, removing the floo access and setting up a powerful anti-apparition and anti-portkey jinxes around the cottage itself. On their own he could easily see how these were justified as preventing anyone from flooing or apparating into the cottage and surprising them, but considering how everyone knew there was a fidelius over the cottage as well, they seemed superfluous.
That was until the next paragraph where it was asserted that it was believed by many that the security around the cottage wasn't to keep people out, but to prevent James and Lily Potter from escaping once Voldemort had found their location.
It could hardly be called a coincidence that James and Lily Potter had been in hiding for well over a year before they'd been protected by the fidelius charm, and in that time no death eater had found them, but within a week of them being apparently 'protected' by the fidelius and moving to Godric's Hollow, they were killed in only a matter of days.
Coincidence only went so far, and the timing and other details of what happened in Godric's Hollow stretched it to incongruity and looked worse and worse as more and more details were brought forwards.
There was plenty in further paragraphs about how Mr Dumbledore had spoken to Ms McGonagall to watch over The Dursley family before Voldemort had even attacked The Potters, leading to the only obvious conclusion that Mr Dumbledore had actually known full well about the attack beforehand, and had simply allowed it to happen, or rather that he actually ensured it would happen, rather than warning the innocent young family or mustering a defence for them, or even leaving them a single route of escape that they would desperately need.
When put together with the memories that Mr Potter and Miss Granger had secured from the half-Giant groundskeeper, they painted a very clear picture of what happened that night, and the conclusion that Mr Dumbledore deliberately set The Potters up to die was practically spelled outright in the article, if not literally.
It was made perfectly clear by Ms McGonagall's own admittance that both she and Mr Dumbledore had known Mr Black had been innocent all along, but had allowed an innocent man to be railroaded into Azkaban, and then with Mr Snape's fraudulent testimony in nineteen ninety four, Mr Black was set up to be executed, solely so their plans could continue unhindered by his claim of guardianship over Mr Potter.
The only saving grace that Ms McGonagall had was that she tried to warn Mr Dumbledore about the abhorrent behaviour in The Dursley household gave her some leeway, though not much, as she only seemed to have spoken to him once about it, then just like Mr Hagrid, they all seemed to forget all about the infant Mr Potter, quite literally leaving him to die from exposure on a freezing cold night.
In fact, Ms McGonagall did very little at all for Mr Potter, literally admitting as much, refusing to defend him at school or even listen to his complaints, and he knew outright that by the time the public read of her complicity, she would find no safe harbour anywhere in the country.
Most damning of all was the fact that she admitted reading about Mr Black's arrest in the newspaper, but not doing a single thing about it. She claimed she'd forgotten all about the night Mr Hagrid brought the infant Mr Potter to them outside Privet Drive and the conversation that ensued between them all, though he could easily see that nobody in the country was going to believe that story.
There wasn't a person alive that would conveniently forget the night they left an infant Harry Potter on a freezing cold doorstep in the middle of the night. No, considering the report of Mr Black's arrest came only days after that night, there was absolutely no way that Ms McGonagall had forgotten that night, nor Mr Hagrid's explanation about Mr Black handing over the infant willingly, and even going so far as to lend him his motorcycle to ensure the infant was safe.
The entire country knew about the sliver of Voldemort's soul that had been inside Mr Potter since that horrific night, they'd known ever since his interview nearly seven months ago now, but hearing Ms McGonagall confirm directly that she'd mentioned it to Mr Dumbledore that night, and he'd refused to do anything about it, was harrowing.
The article went on with several memories about how Mr Dumbledore offered Mr Snape the position of a professor in the school several years later, and how Ms McGonagall repeatedly came to him with complaints from the students about Mr Snape's behaviour, but was simply brushed off each time with platitudes and excuses.
The meat of the article came towards the end, with the memories that included a moving photo of a meeting between the various professors at the school. The meeting wasn't dictated fully in the article, though it was separately in the notes attached, where Mr Dumbledore spoke passionately about how various students were having difficulty with the school's exams, and how he intended to rework the syllabus to make things more palatable for the students.
It was easy enough to read between the lines and see this was where Mr Dumbledore started dumbing down the education with the intent to restrict Mr Potter's education the following year, he was just painting the discussion in a prettier way and framing it like he was doing a good thing for the students, and ensuring that the more difficult magics were put off for several years so that they could focus on them when they had a more mature mindset.
There was a separate article that followed overleaf discussing the harm that this had done to the education of the students, bringing up the exam records that showed that well over seventy percent of the students from nineteen ninety one onwards struggled with their exams, having not been taught or prepared properly for the examinations that were prepared by The Ministry Department of Magical Education for them.
That article was inflammatory enough, and would likely see barrages of Howlers sent to both The Ministry and Hogwarts itself.
He could only imagine how many of the students would feel about this, knowing their education had been willingly sabotaged so that Mr Dumbledore could fully control what magics Mr Potter was taught, and restrict what knowledge he had access to.
Between the two articles, they were extremely damning of both Mr Dumbledore, and several of the other professors at the school. There were a few that objected to the plans, but with Mr Dumbledore's honeyed words and placating comments, they were quickly brushed aside and he was allowed to go ahead with his manipulations without any real opposition.
The last photo in the article was a meeting between Mr Dumbledore, Ms McGonagall, Mr Snape, and Mr Flitwick, where Mr Dumbledore made specific plans for certain protections to be set in place in a hidden chamber below the third floor corridor.
It was painfully clear from the discussion that Mr Dumbledore was leading the others professors towards the protections he had in mind, simplifying and outright denying several ideas that both Ms McGonagall and Mr Flitwick had, until they came up with ridiculous ideas that were simple enough for a child to beat, and would hold no true security against a grown and educated wizard.
The article then started hinting about the year to come, with phrases like "Horror at Hogwarts!" and "Mastermind of Manipulations! Murder and Mayhem Maliciously Manufactured!" with "Dumbledore's Design! Deadly Deceptions Denounced!" promising what the next exposé would be covering.
He had people working on writing up everything that he'd been shown from Ms McGonagall's memories of Mr Potter's first year at school now, and from the memories and confessions that Ms McGonagall had given him, it promised to be just as explosive as the original Potter Exposés had been.
Folding the draft for tomorrow's issue up, he stood up from his desk and waved his wand towards the door, opening it so he could stride through and send the draft to print.
Tomorrow was going to be an explosive day for everyone concerned in the Potter Deceptions, and he was going to blow this entire thing wide open and make sure that even the scant few of Mr Dumbledore's most fervent supporters would abandon him, and if he could manage it, he would see The Wizengamot officially recognise Mr Dumbledore posthumously as Dark Lord Dumbledore.
Albus Dumbledore's reputation was ruined as it was after the Potter Exposés, but with everything he'd learnt from Ms McGonagall about Mr Potter's years under their thumb, the new articles wouldn't just ruin his reputation, they would utterly destroy it along with everyone who still supported him.
"It's perfect!" He yelled as the various writers and editors looked at him, waiting for his appraisal. "Send it to print. Double the usual copies. This will outsell our daily quota easily!" He yelled with a grin. "See to it, and start working on Friday's copy. I want the draft layouts on my desk first this in the morning!"
He watched as everyone started running around, purpose and furore in their steps as they set to work and got the page drafts sent down to the printing presses in the basement. Lighting up a cigar with a touch of his wand, he grinned as he idly chewed on the end, savouring the bitter taste of the tobacco leaves as he pondered the fallout of tomorrow's issue.
He was going to make The Prophet great again, and bringing the truth about Mr Potter's plight into the light, and making everyone see Mr Dumbledore for the Dark Lord that he truly was was going to be the plinth that he stood on to do it.
The truth was his new watchword, and he was going to ensure that everyone in the country learnt the truth about the manipulations and assaults that happened at the Hogwarts school. By the time he was done, Mr Dumbledore would be glad he was dead, and his name would be despised around the world for his disgusting actions for decades to come.
Holy House
Holyhead
Holy Island
Anglesey
Wales
"Harry?" Ginny called out as she stepped through the floo, immediately dropping her school bag on one of the couches as she walked through the living room, happy to be home after a very long day that had ended with a double of Ancient Runes that was enough to give anyone a headache.
"Ginny? I'm upstairs!" Harry's voice yelled out, drawing her attention to the stairs.
Shrugging her bag off and throwing it on the couch, she happily headed upstairs, intent on getting out of her Hogwarts robes and into some more comfortable clothes as quickly as possible. Coming up to the first floor she idly looked around to figure out where Harry might be, and much to her amusement found him doing a rather passable imitation of Hermione, sat in the library room and reading through one book with a small pile of others to one side.
"What's this?" Ginny asked in amusement, a smile tugging at her lips as she walked into the library. "You know I'm the one still at school right? You didn't come back with us?" She asked with a smirk as she hopped up onto the table where Harry was reading and comfortably sat there grinning at him.
"You'd think," Harry laughed, standing up from his chair and leaning in to give Ginny a welcoming home kiss, a kiss that deepened quite significantly when she grabbed his t-shirt and pulled him against her to kiss him properly. "How was today?" He asked with a happy grin after the kiss ended.
"You know... school," Ginny rolled her eyes, letting go of Harry's t-shirt. "Got some runes and charms homework, nothing too bad though."
"Alright," Harry nodded, accepting that. "How was Hermione today?" He asked.
"Pretty good I think," Ginny said after musing on the question for a moment. "Didn't see her moping or crying or anything." She shrugged. "She went to see Professor Flitwick after classes, so she'll probably be talking to him for ages yet."
"Probably," Harry smiled, knowing that Hermione had made up her mind to focus on the enchanting mastery and was going to talk to Professor Flitwick about it today. "What time did was Katie coming over?" He asked.
"After practice," Ginny shrugged. "That's all she said, dunno what time practice goes on until though."
Harry simply nodded at that, still feeling a bit weird after what the three of them had discussed last night. It had only really been a quick conversation after Alicia, Angelina and George had left, but Katie had been pretty adamant that they needed to have a proper conversation about 'bedroom things' today, and that all three of them should actually think about it first and think up things they wanted to do, along with things they definitely didn't want to do, so they could talk them through.
That was going to be weird and awkward enough, he was still only vaguely getting comfortable with talking about sex with Ginny, and it still felt weird talking openly about it with Katie. But actually sitting down and talking about fantasies and stuff like that was going to be on a whole new level of awkward for him.
"So, what's all this then?" Ginny asked, grabbing the book Harry had been reading and turning it over so she could look at the title. "NEWT defence books?" She asked curiously. "I haven't got this one..." She mused, flicking through a few pages curiously.
"I went into Burkes earlier and grabbed everything they had," Harry explained. "I figured if I'm doing my mastery next year, I should at least know everything that's on the NEWT course first." He said.
"Makes sense," Ginny nodded thoughtfully. "You did your first NEWT year right though?" She asked, trying to remember everything that happened in the last year before everything went to hell.
"Snape teaching defence," Harry snorted, shaking his head. "We only had stuff on silent casting, shield charms and just more weeks talking about the unforgivables." He grimaced, remembering those lessons with Snape all too well. "Snape barely even taught silent casting, we have to practice it on our own to actually get good at it."
"Everyone knows he was a crap teacher," Ginny nodded in agreement, knowing full well how Snape had treated Harry from the things he and Hermione had said about the greasy dungeon bat.
"So I'm basically starting from scratch," Harry grumbled, sitting back down in his chair. "Going to try and cram an entire years worth of NEWT defence spells before next year."
"Owch," Ginny grimaced at that thought. "What have you been practising today?" She asked curiously.
"Bombarda Maxima and Disillusionment," Harry explained. "I'm already pretty good with them, just brushing up on silent casting them." He explained at Ginny's curious expression.
"Just don't blow up the house, we need somewhere to sleep." Ginny grinned at him as she hopped off the table. "I'm going to get changed, then grab a swim before Katie gets here." She said before grabbing Harry for another quick kiss. "Dinner tonight?" She asked curiously.
"Fancied Indian, so I'll order later on." Harry shrugged. "Can't be bothered cooking tonight." He explained.
"Ohh, that's the spicy one right? The one with chunks of meat in all the sauce? With the weird round and flat bread things that you dipped in?" Ginny bounced a bit in excitement. "I loved that!" She laughed when Harry nodded. "Order enough for Hermione and Katie too."
"I will." Harry smiled as Ginny headed out of the room, jogging upstairs to their bedroom and leaving him alone with the books.
Closing the one he'd been reading he tucked them all in a neat pile for now, knowing Hermione would get grumpy if 'her' library was left in any sort of disarray with books out where they shouldn't be.
He could move on to other spells tomorrow and see what else he'd missed from his seventh year at Hogwarts. While he didn't particularly care about all the other courses, he would definitely have to brush up on defence and charms, as he could easily imagine them being the literal bread and butter of the mastery course.
Grabbing one last book he headed downstairs so he would be around for when Katie flooed through, he could get some basic conjuring and charms practice in while Ginny was swimming, and have the added bonus of seeing her in one of her swimsuits as well.
All in all, it was definitely going to be a good evening as far as he was concerned.
Hermione was smiling widely as she came through the floo, clutching her bag happily and still on a high from the amazing discussion she'd had with Professor Flitwick in his office after they'd left the Ravenclaw common room.
"Hermione or Katie?" Harry's voice yelled out.
"Hermione!" Hermione yelled back, following the sound of the voice through the kitchen and into the conservatory where she saw Harry happily lazing back on one of the chairs with a defence text book in his hands. "Hi." She smiled at Harry, catching sight of where Ginny was doing laps in the pool.
"You look happy?" Harry asked, looking up at her in surprise. Seeing as this was only really the second day after her break up with Ron, he was still expecting emotional moments and crying, or maybe anger and yelling any day now.
"I am," Hermione smiled at him, heading to one of the comfortable relaxing chairs and sitting down next to him. "I spoke to Professor Flitwick and told him I'd made my decision about studying Enchanting next year."
"What did he say?" Harry grinned, already picturing how excited Filius would be having Hermione as his apprentice for that particular mastery. "I bet he was excited." He laughed, closing his text book and putting it down beside his chair.
"He bounced a lot and we had a fascinating talk about the enchantments in Hogwarts." Hermione explained with a beaming smile. "Did you know the eagle statue that guards the Ravenclaw common room is the only one left from The Founders?" She asked, the surprise at this bit of knowledge evident in her voice. "Apparently all the houses used to have one, and there was a big golden lion guarding the Gryffindor common room years ago."
"Huh," Harry tilted his head as he thought about that. "Probably more secure than a painting asking for a password." He said with a grin. "What else did he say?"
"He gave me a list of books I'd need, your list too." Hermione explained. "It's a big list though, I haven't even heard of any of these books before." She said, worrying at her bottom lip slightly. "They're not in the Hogwarts library either."
"How many?" Harry asked curiously, watching as Hermione opened her bag and fished through for a moment before bringing out two folded up bits of parchment.
"Eleven," Hermione said. "There's twelve on yours though. These are just for our first year apparently, so there's going to be even more for the second year, probably even more advanced ones." She explained as she handed the parchment over to him. "They all sound very interesting, I can't imagine what sort of magic they talk about."
"Hmm," Harry nodded absently as he put down his book for now and focused on the parchment Hermione had given him. Twelve books, and they did all sound suitably impressive. Ranging from 'Fiendfyre, Flagrante and Fire. Pyromancy for Lighting The Dark and Defending Yourself!', and another title about 'Protego Diabolica! Protections, Shields, and Charms For the Master Caster!'
'Dancing for Duellers: Demonstrative Directions for Defensive Duelling' definitely sounded interesting, and would have been really useful to have before the war so that he knew some actual proper duelling practices. He made a note of Philip Pahn, to see if he'd written any other text books that would come in useful.
'Critical Curses and Jinxes for every Juncture' and 'Advanced Defence, Protection from the Perilous' by Kristine Koturneto sounded pretty intriguing too, and made him wonder how many different types of defence there was at mastery level.
"They all sound really fascinating though, there's some on my list that I'm absolutely dying to read!" Hermione said with an excited smile as she read through her own list for what must have been the dozenth time.
"I didn't think he was going to give us the book lists until next summer," Harry mused, wondering why Filius had changed his mind.
"I don't know," Hermione shook her head. "Harry... I don't... I mean... I don't know if I've got enough savings..."
"I'll get them," Harry said, reaching out and tugging the parchment out of Hermione's grip.
"Harry..." Hermione frowned, worrying her lip again. "I can't ask you to..."
"You're not asking, I'm offering." Harry said firmly, folding both bits of parchment together and tucking them into his pocket. "All the books shouldn't be that expensive, and we can just add them to the library when we're done with them."
"I just feel awful, you've spent so much and I don't know when I'll ever be able to pay you back." Hermione exclaimed, a really worried expression on her face.
"Don't worry about it," Harry reassured her. "Really." He offered a small smile. "Besides, I'd feel really bad if I went back to Hogwarts for my Mastery without you." He said with a grin. "Can you imagine that? Me doing a masters course and you didn't? Even just saying it sounds wrong."
Hermione did let out a small laugh at that, shaking her head in horror at the thought. "You really don't mind?" She asked in a small voice.
"Really," Harry promised. "You know Sirius left me mountains of galleons, the Blacks must have been hording money for centuries. I think he'd absolutely love me using it to help you, I mean helping a muggle born get the best school stuff you can get." He added with a grin. "The rest of Sirius' family are probably spinning in their graves at the thought of it while he'd be cheering you on."
"Probably," Hermione huffed with a small smile. "I'll pay you back though, for everything, as soon as I start working. Even if I have to start enchanting silly brooms to pay for it, I will, I promise!"
"Fine," Harry laughed, trying to imagine Hermione sat at a worktable grumpily enchanting the worlds fastest broom, and probably hating the fact that she would become famous for something she would never even ride. "But you actually sticking by me? Being my friend through everything, even after everything you've lost? You just being here with me? That means more to me than all the gold in my vaults." He said earnestly.
Hermione smiled softly at that, seeing how much her relationship with Harry really meant to him.
"Hey, you're back." Ginny called out, drawing their attention over to the pool where she was climbing out and dripping all over the tiles. "How was talking with Professor Flitwick?" She asked as she came over, grabbing the towel she'd left on one of the chairs to start drying off.
"Great actually," Hermione beamed up at her, still a bit in awe of the redhead's physique that was steadily growing in definition now that she was regularly working out with proper equipment.
She could easily see Ginny's shoulders and arms were starting to bulk up more, and her thigh muscles still looked obscene. The fact that her bright pink swimsuit was clinging to her stomach and emphasising her wet abdominal muscles was oddly distracting until Hermione shook her head and forced herself to focus on the conversation instead.
"Harry's going to get that spicy thing again tonight, the one that came in the weird silver dish things with the round bread stuff for dipping?" Ginny said with a wide grin as she started towelling off her hair, pulling it out first between her hands and wringing it out all over the tiled floor.
"Curry?" Hermione asked, translating 'spicy thing' into food that Harry might order. "From the Milaad?" She asked with a smile. "Oh thank god I didn't eat at school tonight." She laughed happily. "Can I have some extra naan this time?"
"I'll order a dozen," Harry laughed, nodding in agreement as he knew he enjoyed dipping the fluffy naan bread in the curry just as much as Ginny had done after Hermione had shown them about it.
"Katie's going to complain about her celiries again," Ginny laughed at the thought.
"Calories," Hermione laughed, shaking her head. "Both of you work out enough as it is, one meal is hardly going to change anything." She said in amusement, knowing that Ginny ate quite healthily but didn't seem to bother keeping track of her food like Katie apparently did. "What time are you ordering?" She asked.
"Whenever Katie gets here," Harry shrugged. "Shouldn't be too long though, I don't think her practices go on too late." He said, quickly glancing out the conservatory windows at where the sun was already dipping below the horizon.
"Time to get changed and start on my homework then," Hermione beamed happily as she stood up. "I won't forget this, I promise." She said, referencing back to their earlier discussion before she left, taking her bag upstairs to get changed out of her uniform.
"What's that about?" Ginny asked once Hermione had left, still slowly drying herself off with the towel and watching Harry curiously.
"Filius gave her a list of all the books we'll need for next year," Harry explained. "I said I'd pick them up when I got a chance."
"Mastery books?" Ginny asked, whistling when Harry nodded. "I thought Bill was going to talk to you about his old ones?" She asked.
"I'll talk to Bill first," Harry nodded. "Maybe the books have changed or Filius is teaching something different now?" He asked with a shrug. "Bill took his mastery years ago, so it must have changed since then right?"
"Yeah, he did it before I even started Hogwarts." Ginny nodded with a shrug. "So you'll both be practising fancy super magic then?" She asked with a smile. "Think I could get Hermione to actually enchant a custom broomstick for me?" She gave a mischievous grin at that thought.
"You could ask, but you'd probably have to hide afterwards." Harry laughed at the thought.
"Hmm, but you'll defend me won't you?" Ginny asked, batting her eyelashes seductively as she crawled onto Harry's lap, sinking in to a deep and passionate kiss as she felt his hands roam around her back and enjoyed the sensations of his lips against hers...
Dinner was filled with laughter and chatting, with Harry, Hermione, Ginny and Katie all sharing the Indian meal at the kitchen table, laughing as Katie tried the spicy food for the first time and quickly came to enjoy it.
He'd ordered more than enough for all four of them, and were all sharing each others dishes by reaching across and dipping their naan breads in each others meals, or using their forks to steal lumps of chicken or beef.
Paired with some bottles of butter beer and good conversation, it was the perfect way to spend the evening as far as Harry was concerned, and he could tell the other three enjoyed it just as much as he had.
As the night progressed, Hermione went upstairs early to finish off her homework in her room, leaving Ginny and Katie to tug Harry upstairs into their bedroom where they could actually have the promised conversation without feeling awkward about Hermione walking in and hearing what they were talking about.
"Did you think up some things then?" Katie asked, looking at Ginny with a grin as they walked into the bedroom, Harry discretely closing the bedroom door behind them.
"A few," Ginny laughed as Katie put her bag on the bed and opened it up, lifting out a big glass jar that caused Ginny to grin widely. "Is that for..."
Katie nodded with an equal grin, both of them laughing over the jar on the bed.
"What are we talking about?" Harry asked, utterly confused as Katie brought out some red parchment that oddly looked like Howler paper to him. "What's that for?" He asked.
"It's just normal parchment I charmed red for fun," Katie explained, seeing Harry's confused face. "Right, with everything we've been doing, and talking about doing... we should have really talked about all this sort of stuff before now." She said, looking between Ginny and Katie.
"What stuff?" Harry asked, still standing up and looking between the two witches on his bed.
"Like what sort of stuff you like... in bed?" Ginny prompted him. "Or what sort of stuff you want to do? Or want us to do?" She asked with a grin.
"Or things you don't like," Katie added on.
"Like... you mean like sex positions and stuff?" Harry asked.
"And everything else," Katie nodded. "Like... oh, like when I was using the strap-on on Ginny, and she said no to me using it on her bum?" She explained. "We should have talked about that before, but I forgot about it until she said so."
"Oh," Harry nodded, not remembering that at all, but at that point Ginny had been focused on giving him the best blowjob of his life, so he couldn't remember much other than simply watching Ginny making a complete mess of herself on his cock.
"I'm not saying... you know... no forever to that, just... it's something I think I'd want to try first with Harry I think." Ginny explained.
"That's fine," Katie nodded with a smile. "See, this is why we should talk about things like this, so we know what each other wants from sex and stuff like that."
"Right," Harry nodded, it did make sense, even if it was extremely awkward to talk about. "Um... I don't think I'd like that either. I mean, the strap-on thing and the bum." He explained awkwardly, causing both Katie and Ginny to laugh at him.
"Fair enough," Katie grinned, nodding to him. "I know you like being bitten and scratched right?" She asked, getting a hesitant nod in response. "And us sitting on your face." She added with a smirk, causing Ginny to grin and wiggle her eyebrows when Harry gave another small nod. "Did you like being tied up for us?"
Harry simply nodded again, it had felt weird at the time, but was somehow exciting being tied up in bed and letting Ginny and Katie take control like that.
"Do you like us leaving marks on you? Like scratch marks and bite marks?" Katie asked curiously.
Harry nodded again at that, admitting that he really did love it when Ginny raked her sharp nails down his back, especially during sex. It felt amazing and he used it as a measurement to know how close Ginny was to an orgasm.
"What about you? Did you like being tied up?" Katie asked, looking to Ginny now.
"I loved it," Ginny grinned wickedly. "You really ruined me on Harry's cock, but cumming that hard was sooo worth it." She said with a laugh. "I just can't believe how you made me look while I was doing it."
Harry did laugh at that, sharing a grin with Katie. "It was very sexy." He admitted. "I've never seen you look that worn out before."
"Shagged out," Katie corrected him with a laugh. "I'd actually imagined she'd just have your cum dribbling out of her mouth, I didn't think you'd cover her face in it." She grinned deviously at the memory, that night had definitely gone far beyond even her best expectations, and was something she would certainly not mind doing again, maybe next time even giving Ginny a lust potion as well, so they could continue on and really make her scream with as many orgasms as possible.
"I really want to try that on you sometime," Ginny gave her a mock scowl as she tried to picture that. "The strap-on thing I mean, well, and Harry cumming all over your face like he did mine." She smirked over.
"Maybe," Katie allowed with a small laugh. "You'll have to write it down." She then smirked back when Ginny snatched up some of the red parchment.
"What are those for then?" Harry asked.
"Writing down fantasies," Katie explained. "Like things we want to try with each other?" She elaborated while Ginny was looking around for a quill. "We can all write down our fantasies and crumple them up, and put them in the jar." She said, tapping her finger on the big glass jar. "Then whenever we're feeling in the mood for something fun, we can pick one out like a sexy lucky dip."
"Oh," Harry blinked, staring at the glass jar and what it would mean. "Any fantasies?" He asked.
"Sexy ones," Katie grinned. "Like you two taking a lust potion so Ginny could ride you all night while I watch you both and play with that toy toy." She explained with a grin, seeing Ginny's wide eyes at that idea. "Or repeating what we did the other night, and seeing just how many times we can make Ginny cum until she actually collapses."
"Oh Merlin," Ginny breathed out, staring at Katie with her brain warring between which of the two fantasies she wanted to try out first.
"Or maybe bribing Angelina to come and watch us again sometime?" Katie asked, grinning at Ginny while Harry's eyes went wide. "Or Hermione?" She prompted, causing Ginny to blush and Harry to stare at her in shock. "I know you'd love that." She laughed when Ginny flushed and nodded her head with a mischievous grin at the thought of Hermione watching them like that.
"Can we... are we allowed weird ones?" Ginny asked in a hesitant voice.
"Anything," Katie promised. "Just as long as it's something we'd all agree to." She said. "I don't know about Harry, but I'm up for trying most things really... just as long as they're nothing too crazy."
"What... what about polyjuice?" Ginny asked hesitantly.
"You mean one of us taking polyjuice to look like someone else?" Harry asked, feeling a bit more comfortable as the conversation went on. "Who?" He asked, feeling oddly curious about the answer.
"You, I mean, you taking it." Ginny explained quickly, looking at Katie with a glint in her eye.
"Who would you want me to turn into?" Katie asked, sharing Harry's curiosity about this little fantasy of Ginny's.
"Me," Ginny gave a small grin at that. "We could both have sex with Harry at the same time, two Ginny's." She explained with a small laugh at the thought.
Katie actually blinked in surprise at that, trying to imagine how it would feel being polyjuiced down into Ginny's smaller body. It could definitely be fun though, and she could only imagine Harry's face when faced with two Ginny's in bed together.
"I could do that," Katie laughed with a nod. "But only if I get to fuck you as you as well." She added with a devious grin, noticing Harry's heated look at the thought and causing Ginny to stare wide eyed at her at that proviso.
"That..." Harry frowned as he tried to picture that, his mind stuttering at the idea of seeing Ginny having sex with another Ginny.
"My brain can't decide if that would look like incest or masturbation," Ginny snorted in amusement at the idea.
"It might be fun though," Katie nodded. "But I don't know how to brew polyjuice, do you?" She asked, looking at Ginny when the younger witch shook her head.
"Hermione does," Harry offered. "She brewed it in second year." He explained when both witches looked at him in surprise. "Really." He confirmed when both of them kept staring at him with incredulous looks on their faces.
"Second year?" Katie asked. "That's a sixth year potion." She exclaimed. "Just... how?" She demanded, shaking her head in bemusement.
"She's Hermione," Ginny laughed. "OK, so I'd have to bribe Hermione with something to get her to brew some for me." She grinned.
"It takes ages though, nearly a month I think." Harry explained. "Or it did when she did it in second year, no idea if that was just because she was still learning potions though."
"So one we'd have to plan for then," Katie nodded. "Can write it down and it can be a long term thing." She explained with a nod to Ginny.
"Oh, can we get some of those sex dice things on Sunday?" Ginny asked, bouncing a bit in excitement on the bed. "They looked like fun!" She laughed.
"Sex dice?" Harry asked in amusement.
"They had body parts on one dice..." Katie explained.
"And actions on the other," Ginny finished off. "So you rolled them and did what the dice said. Like kissing breasts, or licking neck." She explained. "Or sucking dick, or spanking bum." She added with a grin.
"Alright," Harry laughed, getting the idea of the game.
"Hermione might be able to make better ones though," Ginny frowned thoughtfully. "They only had six sides, so they were pretty simple really."
"So we have to bribe Hermione with some fancy books to get her to do a few bits for us." Katie laughed at the thought. "What about ropes and stuff?" She asked, continuing on when Harry and Ginny looked at her. "You know, for tying each other up?" She clarified. "Neither of you mind being tied up for sex right?"
"I liked it," Ginny agreed with a grin.
"Me too," Harry admitted, feeling braver now both Ginny and Katie were both happily talking out their sexual fantasies openly like this.
"So, what about things we don't want to do?" Katie asked, looking between the two now. "That's just as important. None of us want to do anything that the other person really wouldn't like right?"
"Right," Ginny nodded in agreement, thinking things through. "Um... trying to think." She frowned. "Like... I don't think I'd want anyone else to join us. Not unless we all really agreed to it first." She explained.
"I can agree to that." Katie nodded.
"I wouldn't even think about asking anyone else," Harry laughed. "I can barely keep up with you two." He said, causing both Ginny and Katie to grin at him.
"And don't you forget it buster," Ginny laughed over. "Um... the bum thing... I know girls do it, but... I don't know how it'd feel or anything, so... put a maybe over that?" She asked hesitantly.
"Alright," Katie nodded.
"I didn't really like the blindfold thing," Harry admitted, causing them both to look at him. "It wasn't terrible, but... I didn't really like not being able to see everything." He explained.
"No blindfolds, got it." Katie nodded with a smile. "See, this is why we needed to talk about all of this, so we all know what we all like and what we don't want to do." She explained. "Like I don't think I'd like the bum thing myself personally... Alicia says she likes it, but I don't think it's my sort of thing." She explained. "Maybe... maybe a tongue there?" She asked with a grin, remembering what Angelina and Alicia had said about how that felt.
"Ohhh!" Ginny shared the grin, wiggling her eyebrows slightly. "That might feel really nice." She laughed. "Would you do that?" She asked, looking to Harry now.
"Licking you... there?" Harry asked, blinking in surprise at the question. "Um... maybe? I've never really thought about that before." He admitted.
"Something we could try sometime," Katie smiled at him. "I think we'll be able to talk about more things as we figure out more what we like and don't like. We just have to keep talking to each other and saying when we're doing things that we really like, or don't like." She explained. "Talking to each other and keeping that trust is really important." She emphasised.
"Right, lots of talking." Ginny nodded in agreement.
"I can do that I guess." Harry smiled over.
"We can leave the jar somewhere in the bedroom," Ginny smiled, grabbing the big glass jar. "I'll put it on my drawers so we can all add bits to it whenever we want." She said, climbing up from the bed and taking the jar and red parchments over to her chest of drawers.
"Right," Katie nodded in agreement as Ginny put the jar in a pride of place on top of her drawers. "Every time we want to try one we can just take turns picking one out, then if we all love it, it can go back in so we might get it again." She explained with a grin.
Harry simply watched in amusement, wondering what sort of fantasies and fun the jar would be filled with by this time next month.
"How about one for now?" Katie asked with a smirk. "The three of us in the shower for some fun?" She smirked.
"Ohhh yes," Ginny nodded eagerly, definitely on board with that idea.
"I'll start the shower," Harry laughed, walking off to the bathroom to set things up. He really wasn't going to complain about being in the shower with both Ginny and Katie at the same time, especially with all three of them soaped up and slippery.
"Hmmm, my two favourite people all wet and naked." Ginny grinned, coming back over to the bed and leaning down to give Katie an eager kiss. "Shower sex is definitely some of the best sex." She said with a smile as Katie threaded her hand into her hair.
"Definitely," Katie grinned wickedly before reaching into her bag and pulling out the bag of Vampire Vines. "Especially if we get to give Harry a bit of a shock as well." She smirked, sliding one of the vines out and holding it up to Ginny's lips teasingly.
Ginny simply smirked back, opening her mouth slightly and sucking the vine into her lips seductively, keeping her eyes locked with Katie's the entire time until the vine was nearly entirely in her mouth and her lips were touching Katie's fingers.
"Are you going to suck Harry like that too?" Katie whispered, watching in amusement as Ginny opened her mouth when her canine teeth enlarged and grew into dangerously sharp fangs that practically glistened in the bedroom light.
"Definitely," Ginny wiggled her eyebrows, using her tongue to feel around the fangs and get used to them before she followed Katie's lead and picked out a vine as well, holding it up before sliding it between Katie's lips.
Once Katie was getting used to her own fangs, they both stood up from the bed and started getting undressed, already able to hear the shower running in the bathroom.
"You get in Harry, we're just getting ready." Ginny called out, still rubbing her new fangs with her tongue. "Talking feels weird." She said quietly, looking at Katie now.
"Just don't bite your tongue," Katie grinned at her. "Go on." She said, moving out of the way so that Ginny could lead the way into the bathroom. "I want to see how you look with Harry's cock pinned between your fangs." She whispered with a devious smirk from behind Ginny as she followed her through, seeing that Harry had followed Ginny's instructions and was already in the shower and under the hot water.
"Hmmm," Ginny grinned eagerly, turning around and leaning up to give Katie one last kiss before she opened the shower door and climbed in, happily enjoying the sight of Harry already naked and wet and waiting for her.
Katie climbed in afterwards, watching in amusement as Harry's eyes raked over them both, his cock already starting to stiffen just at the sight of them joining him in the shower.
"You two alright?" Harry asked, adjusting himself around so there was enough space for Katie to get into the shower as well, and stepping forwards when she moved to stand behind him and started running her hands around his body while pressing herself into his back.
"We're good," Katie grinned, knowing that Harry wouldn't be able to see her fangs from where she was stood. "Just a little surprise." She said, smirking at Ginny as she teased her hands down his body and grasped his cock, feeling it harden under her touch.
"What... what sort of surprise?" Harry groaned out as Katie squeezed his cock in her hand before she started to stroke it and get it nice and hard.
"The fun kind," Katie said, winking across at Ginny and watching as she lowered herself to her knees, pulling her hair out of her face first as she sank down and eyed Harry's cock hungrily. "You'll like this." She whispered seductively into Harry's ear as she adjusted her grip on his cock, holding it out for Ginny to enjoy.
"I like this surprise," Harry laughed, looking down at where Ginny was literally eye line with his cock now.
"You haven't seen it yet," Katie grinned, watching as Ginny moved forwards, smiling and with a flash of fang sucked Harry's cock into her mouth, pinning it neatly between her two fangs and teasing the head dangerously with her tongue.
"What..." Harry gasped out, looking down and seeing the sharp fangs on each side of his cock before Ginny started sucking with a playful glint in her eye. "Vampire fangs?" He whispered out with wide eyes.
"I thought you liked being bitten?" Katie smirked, bending down slightly to start kissing Harry's neck, grazing over his skin with her own sharp teeth and causing him to stiffen with her arms still wrapped around him.
"Don't move too fast," Ginny said after slowly pulling his cock out of her mouth, a mischievous smirk on her lips as she stared up at him and showed off her dangerous fangs. "I want to suck you dry." She said, trying to be serious but the glint in her eye shone through as she enveloped Harry's cock again, sucking it deeper into her mouth so he could feel her teeth scratching all the way down his shaft.
"You two are evil," Harry gasped out, relishing in the strange sensation of the sharp teeth scratching his cock while Ginny really started sucking on him and pumping him with one hand.
"You love it," Katie grinned from behind him, happily playing with his body and watching over his shoulder as Ginny went to town on his cock. "If you play nice, we can try biting more later on." She said, nuzzling into his neck and teasing the skin gently with her fangs.
"Yesssss..." Harry groaned out, staring down into Ginny's eager eyes as she teased her jaw shut slightly and made him gasp as he felt her sharp teeth pressing around his cock.
Katie just laughed, looking down in amusement and seeing Ginny biting his cock, trying to picture how that would feel and enjoying how horny it seemed to make Harry.
Tonight was definitely going to be a lot of fun, and she was glad she'd packed another lust potion so she could have her fun as well, because right now she really wanted to see what biting his cock with fangs would really feel like, and was wondering if he would let her bite a bit harder and see exactly where his limits were.
But that was something to be done in bed, for now she would watch in amusement, and just maybe wait until he was nearly ready before sliding Ginny off of his cock so he could paint her face again. Seeing that had definitely been hot the first time, and she would really like to see it again, even if she did surprise her with it and get to see her shocked face as Harry covered her face with his cum.
She'd just have to make it up to Ginny afterwards, which was always a treat in itself.
AN: Just a note about the timing of the attack on Godric's Hollow, and the subsequent movement of Harry to The Dursley's... as according to the canon dates, there is an entire day missing that JK never explained.
Thanks to Pahn in the HP Fanfic Writers Guild, and Prefect Koturneto in the Harry Potter Fanfiction discord servers for helping me with ideas for Defence textbook names :)
The idea for enchanted sex dice, or 'Hermione's dice' comes from the hilariously smutty fic "Roll The Dice" by Riotstarter1214, another one of the exceedingly rare Katie Bell/Angelina Johnson/Alicia Spinnet/Harry Potter pairings out there...
And if anyone has any ideas for fantasies to throw into the jar, leave your ideas in the comments and I'll see about writing them in if they appeal to me, and give full credit for them ;)