Chapter 27

I looked over at the entrance to the room, the many onlookers and concentrated. A shimmering curtain of granules rose from the floor covering the entryway and disappeared instantly; the others would not be able to enter.

I felt energy rise from the earth at my feet course and through me. Soft murmuring came unbidden past my lips and ignited the power

deep within.

A warm breeze rose up around us and I felt the every-present light of white magic making itself known. Harry's eyes widened as he watched my hair turn white and my skin radiate in glowing brilliance.

"Goddess of the earth, hear my plea. Goddess of the earth see this proud man."

I set the caldron down inches in front of the circle and grabbed the last sack of powder. It contained plain old dirt. I plunged my hand in and took a handful, throwing it into the air over Harry's head. He spit a couple of times trying to rid his mouth of the few granules that made it past his lips.

A strong gust of wind picked up in the closed room sending my hair flying every which way.

"Goddess, please block this man's mind from those who would enter it to destroy that which you have created."

A sudden surge of energy pulsed through me and jetted into Harry. His body convulsed twice and rose off the floor mere inches hanging loosely lake a rag-doll. Seconds later the energy returned to me and back down into the earth.

The circle and pentagram widened at the same time Harry dropped to the floor, unconscious. His form was still protected by the circle of salt and I knew he was well. I bent over to retrieved the caldron and stepped into the circle.

I looked down at his body and frowned. Why is this simple person plagued by the troubles that most people never have to deal with in their entire lives. He was surrounded by death and evil magic. I had no qualms about doing what needed to be done to help him.

Starting at his feet I poured the contents of the caldron on his body and worked my way up. When I reached his beltline I sat the caldron aside and straddled him, sitting firmly on naughty areas. My hands dipped into the mixture and withdrew a healthy amount laying it on his chest.

His eyes shot open and he looked up at me in shock.

"Goddess, give this man the protection of your body for the turbulent times he must face in the future."

I slid my hands down across his stomach and back up the lines of his chest. He gasped at the energy he was pulling from the ground below him. I could feel it's entrance through the prime energy points at our groins. It was a little kinky, sure, but who was I to argue with the way the Goddess bestows upon us her power?

I dug for more of the mixture and laid it upon his chest again. His spine bowed and lifted us off the ground as I slid my hands down his arms and back up again. My hands tangled into his hair and over his face. That's when he screamed. It wasn't in pain of which I was glad. It was with joy and power.

There wasn't much of the mixture left. I downed my hands once again and pulled up the remaining portion laying it at the base of his neck as I pulled him up to me. He convulsed once again and clamped onto me for support and release.

My hands trailed down his back and he gasped. His eyes closed and opened revealing a white light from within. Now I knew what it was like for my friends, seeing me that way. The power of the Goddess explored his body as she had done mine many times before, lighting his dark hair to white fineness.

Before I knew it I was drenched in heated wetness and I felt Harry hard and ready beneath me. Our mouth's connected in a brilliant fire as we released the white magic back and forth in never ending circles; me shooting it into his mouth and he returning it a from bit further down.

It was very much like hard, relentless sex. The constant pounding away. The giving and receiving of power and pleasure. The tiny explosions from deep inside. Until the climax of the magic took us away.

We rode the power to the point of breathlessness and broke apart throwing ourselves back on the floor. I gasped in an attempt to breathe and was rewarded with cool air at last.

The noise all around us told me the spell ended and the darkness had come.

"Luminous."

Hands pulled me back away from Harry. "Damn, Red. You got me all worked up."

I smiled and giggled with exhaustion.

"I thought you were gonna boink him right in front of us."

My vision cleared. "Probably would have if it wasn't for the clothes. Thank God for modesty."

She sat me up and I saw Harry. He was still breathing hard and fast. The Headmaster was hovering above him with concern on his face. "Harry, are you well?"

He sagged back into his Godfather's arms. "That was bloody brilliant."

A chorus of nervous laughter erupted from the rest of the crowd along with a number of exclamations.

"Never seen anything like it."

"That's our Wil."

"This beats mud wrestling by a mile."

"Xander!"

"I think I prefer magic with a wand, thank you very much."

"Quiet down, everyone," Dumbledore requested. "Kingsley, call on Severus."

The voice of the potions master came from the other room. "I am here, Headmaster."

Dumbledore look down upon Harry. " I would do this, however I think someone with recent experience in your mind stands a better chance to break through. We need to know if Willow was successful."

Harry nodded.

Snape crossed to the empty side of the room. "On your feet, Potter."

Sirius looked up at him. "Mind your manners in my house, Snivelus, unless you'd like another broken nose."

Harry swayed as he stood. Someone handed him his wand and he took a proper stance.

I looked back at Snape. He circled his wand in the air and flashed it at Harry. "Legilimens!"

I watched as a stream of yellow light issued forth from his wand and struck Harry dead on his head. Harry didn't even blink when it rebounded and struck Snape in the chest. He was thrown back to the floor and with a dazed look on his face.

Harry chuckled to himself. "Can we do that again?"

Dumbledore sighed in relief. "I think not." He looked at both of us and the oily mixture still dripping from our bodies. "Perhaps you and Miss Rosenberg would like a bath." And as an afterthought. "Separately, of course."