STORY TITLE: Harry Potter and the Ritual Year

PART: 06 of ?

AUTHOR: Red Jacobson ( )

DISTRIBUTION: Questionable Questing, Hentai-Foundry, , Archive of Our Own, HPFFA

DISCLAIMER: None of the Characters You Recognize belong to me, they all belong to JK Rowling and her publishers.

SUMMARY: Post War, Hogwarts is suffused with Dark Magic and it needs a series of Rituals to remove it. What will the effect of the Rituals have on Harry and the Witches who chose to help him?

FEEDBACK: Of course! It Makes Me Write Faster

RELATIONSHIPS: Harry/Multi

RATING: NC-17

WORD COUNT: 7,376

SPOILERS: None, if you don't know how the Harry Potter story goes by now, why are you reading this story? For the background of Harry and Hermione, it would help if you'd read Hermione's Summer of Conquest.

WARNINGS: If You've ever read any of my stories, you know what to expect, Oral, anal, Femme-slash, Dom/sub, multiple partners, and Femme-cest.

ADDITIONAL NOTE: In canon, Myrtle Warren (Moaning Myrtle) was a Ravenclaw, but for this story, I've traded her to Hufflepuff for their Keeper and two future draft picks. Don't worry about it, it doesn't affect much of the story, but it does make something easier for me.

CASTING NOTES: Fleur Delacour is played by Model Rhian Sugden

Padma and Parvati Patil are played by Model Courtnie Quinlan

Susan Bones is played by Leanna Decker

Lavender Brown is played by Model Danielle Sellers

Daphne Greengrass is played by Alexandra Daddario

Tracey Davis is played by Model Nicola Paul

Pansy Parkinson is played by Model Melissa Clarke

Myrtle Warren is played by Model Caitlin McSwain

Department of Mysteries

Storeroom 12B

Sunday, March 21st, 1999

7:15 pm

Deep in the bowels of the Ministry, in a room that had been forgotten for nearly 800 years, since right after the founding of the Department of Mysteries, a dust-covered book, standing on its shelf along with hundreds of other books started glowing, softly at first, but growing brighter quickly, until the entire room was full of light for a split second, before fading back to nothingness. Except, if there were anybody to notice, the book still glowed faintly around the edges, and there was a feeling of waiting, of anticipation surrounding the book. But there was no one there to observe, and the archivist had never known of the room's existence, an oversight that will be corrected in approximately 120 days, to the surprise of a large number of people. But for now, the book holds its secrets, undisturbed.

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South Wing

Ritual Area

Sunday, March 21st, 1999

7:20 pm

Pansy was trying to focus after the magic had knocked her for six, and silently grumbling about having words with Helena Ravenclaw for not warning them, when a sudden gasp from beside her drove all thoughts of manipulative ghosts away. Turning, she couldn't believe what she was seeing, but Myrtle was there, in the flesh! Not the ghostly form she was in a few minutes ago, but an honest to Merlin living breathing girl was kneeling next to her.

Pansy's first thought was surprise, closely followed by stunned happiness that her friend was living again, but then she noticed the way Myrtle was trembling, staring all around her, her eyes wide, and Pansy realized that Myrtle was about to completely lose her shit! Leaning over, she pulled Myrtle into a hug and was relieved that Myrtle's arms wrapped around her. She stroked Myrtle's hair as the girl started crying, staring at her arms, and looking down at her body,

Pansy held Myrtle as she shuddered and babbled nonsensically, until she calmed down, and released her grip around Pansy's body. She still stayed nestled in Pansy's arms though, and Pansy was happy she could provide comfort for the shocked girl. It was then she realized that the other girls had gathered round, with the Hufflepuff's in the front, and Susan spoke up, "It's going to be okay, Myrtle, we're all going to help you adapt to being with us again. Lady Hufflepuff spoke to those of us from the Sett, to make sure we took care of our sister Badger." She smiled slightly, "Although, by the way she's taking care of you, I think we need to make Pansy an Honorary Badger, don't you?"

Myrtle's giggle stopped any comment Pansy would have made, and honestly, she didn't mind being considered loyal and hard working. Now that she had achieved most of her ambitions, being part of Lord Peverell's family, and out from under her father's demands, she didn't need to be bitch Pansy that she was all those years in school, so yes, she'd happily accept being a badger.

Susan was still talking to Myrtle, "Just so you know and don't worry about it, we're going to gather round and get you enough kit until we can get you to Diagon Alley and get everything you need. You're part of the family now, and we'll take care of you, okay?"

Any further conversation was interrupted by several elves popping in, carrying platters of food, and pitchers of different juices. Then even more elves brought in a table large enough for all of them, including plates and cutlery. Helping Myrtle to her feet, Pansy supported her as she took her stumbling steps to the table and sat down. "I hate this," Myrtle muttered, "I feel like a baby again!"

"Don't worry, I'm right beside you, and I'll help you learn again, it won't take that long I'm sure."

True to her word, Pansy helped Myrtle with cutting up her dinner, supporting her hands as she got used to gripping the fork and knife again, and getting the fork up to her mouth without dropping anything. The look of wonder on Myrtle's face as she got her first taste of roast beef was almost heartbreaking, seeing her get so much pleasure out of something that Pansy took for granted.

Pansy had to step in when Myrtle started trying to eat faster, warning her to slow down, to get used to eating again. She was glad that Myrtle had taken her advice a while later, when Myrtle suddenly needed to use the loo again, and barely made it in time.

By the time they were ready for bed, Susan and Hannah and the others had gathered up some night clothes and toiletries for Myrtle, promising a full uniform in the morning. But there was no question where Myrtle was going to sleep, she just followed Pansy into her bedroom and slid into bed beside her. They were too tired and emotionally worn out to do anything but sleep, but the two of them enjoyed a night of peaceful dreams.

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The Next Morning

Harry was still trying to understand what happened last night, everything he had heard or, more importantly, Hermione had read said that it was impossible to bring the dead back to life. But it had happened, Myrtle was, beyond a doubt, walking beside them, a living, breathing eighteen-year-old girl, and he didn't have a single idea of what to do about it!

He had sent Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout a message last night, asking to meet with them privately before breakfast. McGonagall had wanted to meet right away, but he convinced her that Myrtle needed at least a few hours to try and start to adjust to being alive again, and the Headmistress finally relented.

He had managed to say something to Myrtle last night, he had no idea what, and she probably didn't hear him anyway, the way she was latched onto Pansy, but then he and Susan spent most of the night calming Hermione down, she was having a hard time dealing with seeing something happen that she was told couldn't happen!

Harry had to ask Hermione to take the rest of the group down to breakfast while he, Susan, Pansy, and Myrtle had their meeting. She had agreed, on the condition that they tell her everything they find out.

So, while Hermione led the rest of the family out of the wing, he did a last check of the three girls and himself, making sure they were dressed correctly, and they were. Susan and the other Puffs had found a uniform that fit Myrtle, and she looked just like every other student in the school.

He barely noticed the newest changes to the Castle after last night's ritual, the school felt even lighter, and, from the gasps of surprise he could hear from the Great Hall, the majority of the improvements could be found there, but he was more focused on reaching the Headmistress' Office.

When he and the others arrived, he saw that Helena and the Fat Friar had joined them, which didn't surprise him, Helena seemed to be far more involved in what was happening than she was willing to admit.

When Helena saw them come in, before Harry can say a word, she says,

"Be at peace, Champion. It was Hogwarts herself, using her magic to restore Helga's daughter to life. Hogwarts told the Founders that she chose to act because Myrtle's death was the catalyst for so much of the darkness that touched the school. Gellert's war did a great deal of damage to the Wizarding World as a whole, but Hogwarts was mostly untouched by his evil. It was only when Tom Riddle started down the path of darkness by committing deliberate murder within Hogwarts that the wards started being affected by the darkness."

Myrtle spoke up, "So you're saying the Tom wasn't dark until he killed me? That's bollocks! He hid it from the professors but he was a pervy little shit from the first time I saw him, and, other than his followers in Slytherin, a lot of the other students were afraid of him. So don't tell me he wasn't already dark!"

Helena shook her head, "No, Daughter of the Sett, Tom Riddle was already well on his way to darkness before he had you murdered, but it was your death that sealed his fate, up to that point he could have turned away from his path, and left the darkness behind. After you died, there was no turning back, even if he had wished to."

"But, because it was your death that was the final, crucial step, Hogwarts used a tiny portion of the magic that has been absorbed into the castle to rebuild a body for you, since you hadn't gone beyond the veil. There is a great deal more involved in what happened, but unfortunately I just don't have the words to explain them, not being a 1,000 year old castle that developed awareness through its connection to the magic of the land. I've just learned to accept it over the centuries."

Professor McGonagall burst in, "That's all very well, but as delighted as we all are to see Miss Warren back with us, how are we going to explain the fact that she's not dead anymore? After the Basilisk incident, everybody knows who you are and how you died, and people will be coming to tear the castle apart to discover how it was done!"

The Friar smiled gently, "Will they? Actually Headmistress, if you search your memory, you'll find that Miss Warren arrived at Hogwarts on September 1st, 1991 and was sorted into Hufflepuff house. All the school records, and the records at the Ministry show the same information, so they won't question anything."

"But, but, do you mean that history was changed to show I never died, that my parents never lost a daughter, nothing I remember is real, is that what you did! You can't change history, it's impossible! Do I even exist anymore?" Myrtle's voice was rising, and the tears were starting to form, not that Harry could blame her, this is hard enough to deal with for him and the others, and they weren't the one who was affected the most.

Fortunately Pansy was right there to calm Myrtle down by pulling her into a hug. Who'd have ever thought that the Queen Bitch of Slytherin would be able to comfort Myrtle so well?

The friar reached out to Myrtle, speaking softly,

"You exist child, you exist just as you have always existed. Yes, things about your existence have changed, but embrace your new life, you have been gifted another chance at life, at love, at family. Don't let your concerns about what is possible or impossible keep you from experiencing true happiness. If you must have answers, just consider that to a 1,000 year old living magical being, with the help of the Four Founders, who probably understood more about the true nature of magic than anybody who has lived since then, are capable of magic that is considered impossible to any living wizard or witch. But don't imagine it was something lightly or easily done, it wasn't!"

Myrtle was shaking her head, clinging tightly to Pansy, and Harry said, "She doesn't understand, I don't think any of us really understand what you are saying, but what made Myrtle's return so special?"

The friar nodded, looking sadly at Myrtle, "Perhaps you're right, it's been so long since I walked the land I've lost touch with mortal feelings. But, to answer your question, the key thing to remember is, it was only because of the ritual you performed as the old year gave way to the new. The ritual took the offering of your magic, including that of your son to repair the damage to the wards created by Miss Warren's murder.

"It was that offering that gave Hogwarts a mystical connection to Miss Warren's ghost. And by planning to perform last night's ritual on the night of the Vernal Equinox, which symbolizes rebirth among other things, it allowed Hogwarts to guide a tiny portion of her magic to rebuild a body for a girl who shouldn't have died at all, if Albus Dumbledore had truly been as wise as he believed himself to be. But that's a different subject entirely."

Harry frowned, "Wait a minute! You say Tonks and my son offered his magic to the ritual, it didn't hurt him in any way, did it? Helena said that it wouldn't harm any of us, but this is my son, so tell me!"

"No Champion, your son is perfectly healthy and growing normally with his full gift of magic running through him. I told you that none of you would be harmed, and I always keep my word. Now, is there anything else that needs to be discussed? Because Helga wants my mother and I to join her exploring the changes to the grounds."

Professor Sprout, who had been quiet throughout jumped out of her seat, "Do you think they would object if I joined them? I've been so concerned about Miss Warren that I haven't taken the time to see what happened."

"You mean that it wasn't just the Great Hall, and Myrtle, that were affected? What happened to the grounds?" Susan asked, leaning toward her Head of House.

Professor Sprout chuckled, "Oh Merlin no! There is fresh greenery growing all over the grounds, and it's even pushing back the darkness in the Forbidden Forest. It seems that magic took the idea of rebirth and growth seriously."

Myrtle looked up in interest when she heard what happened, and without a word, she slipped out of Pansy's arms and pulled the girl to her feet. "I really want to see that! Let's go!"

She practically dragged Pansy out the door, followed by the others, breakfast could wait!

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Time Passes

Strangely enough, the rest of the school just accepted Myrtle as if she had been there all along, and other than the rest of the family in the South Wing, no one, not even the staff, seemed to have any memory of Moaning Myrtle the ghost. And even the family, including Myrtle, found their memories fading as well.

That bothered Hermione the most since she considered a person's memories a crucial part of who they are. It was why she had struggled so much before deciding not to adjust her parents' memories when they had to go on the run. Richard and Monica were willing to listen to reason, and while they didn't like leaving Hermione in danger, they accepted she could protect herself better than they could, and took a year to volunteer with Doctors Without Borders and were out of the country until long after Voldemort and the others were dead.

After spending some time speaking privately with the Friar, Myrtle started adjusting to her new life and grabbing all the experiences she had missed over the years. It surprised absolutely no one that the night after the ritual, she dragged Pansy to the bedroom, and both girls were smiling sleepily the next morning, and every morning since then. A few weeks later, it became clear that they did other things besides enjoy each other after the bedroom door closed because the two of them approached Harry after dinner one evening.

"Lord Peverell, may I speak with you about a family matter?"

Harry looked up at Pansy, amusement in his eyes and he said, "Certainly Lady Peverell, what did you wish to discuss?"

"After a great deal of conversation and contemplation, I would ask that you offer Miss Myrtle Warren the position of Consort for the Peverell Family, I'm certain you are aware of how close the two of us have been since I became the Lady Peverell, and would not wish to be parted from her."

Harry smiled, "I have no objections to that, Lady Peverell, but do you mind if we talk normally? I've stretched my formal speaking muscles about as far as they can go."

Pansy and Myrtle both laughed, and Pansy said, "I'm glad I'm not the only one! But Myrtle does have a request. Can we do the bonding in the bath? She doesn't remember a lot about before, but she does have fond memories of seeing you in the bath."

Harry snorted, his memories of Myrtle's prior existence were fading as well, but he did remember her watching him when he was trying to figure out the clue to the egg.

"I think that could be arranged, but do you want it just to be the three of us, or have the others with us?"

He and Pansy both looked at Myrtle, who said, "Just us, for the first time, please. There will be plenty of time for me to get acquainted with all the other girls, but I think I want it to be special for my first time."

Which was how the three of them ended up spending Friday night, after two nights of anticipation, lowering themselves into the largest of the tubs, while the rest of the family pretended that nothing special was going on, all the while planning to grab Myrtle and spend the rest of the weekend welcoming her to the family.

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There was no need for conversation, it seemed that he and Pansy had the same idea for welcoming Myrtle to the family. When the three of them were standing in the hot soapy water, the scented oils wafting up from the water, he and Pansy reached down and grabbed a sponge and started washing Myrtle, eventually lowering her into the water so Pansy could wash her hair, and Harry could spend his time washing her legs.

Myrtle was squirming and moaning as his hands got closer and closer to her shaven pussy, but didn't touch her, just getting her more and more excited, while Pansy was scrubbing her scalp and adding the shampoo to her scalp, drawing sighs of pleasure from her throat.

When they judged that Myrtle was clean enough, the two of them dunked her in the water to rinse off, and when they brought her up, Harry took Myrtle in his arms and started kissing her, while Pansy pressed against Myrtle's back and reached around to fondle her breasts. As they kissed, Harry moved his hand between Myrtle's thighs, softly stroking the bare skin, and making the lips swell and start to pull apart.

Myrtle gasped into his mouth, and moved her legs slightly, giving him more room, and then one of Pansy's hands joined his in stroking her, their fingers sliding between her open lips, making Myrtle shiver as they stroked her inner walls, and brushed her nub as they moved. Their fingers went deeper, and Myrtle was moving against them, trying to get more contact, until Pansy tilted her face up and started sucking on Myrtle's earlobe, making the girl freeze and then tighten around their fingers as she hit her first peak of the evening.

When Myrtle was aware again, Harry turned them so he was sitting on the edge of the tub, his legs spread. Myrtle smiled as she lowered herself in the water, but he could see a bit of nervousness in her eyes. Giving her his best smile, Harry said, "I know you haven't done this before, so take your time, get used to what you are doing, and as long as you are careful with your teeth, it will be fine."

Harry leaned back, bracing himself on his arms, while Myrtle reached out and touched him for the first time, her soft hand wrapping around the shaft and stroking him, her eyes widening as his cock twitched at her touch before she moved closer and started licking him from the bottom to the tip. He could hear Pansy whispering encouragement in her ears, and he was surprised that his Lady Peverell had that many different toys for Myrtle to practice on. But then she had the head of his cock between her lips, her tongue licking the sensitive flesh before taking him completely into her mouth.

He closed his eyes and relaxed enjoying the feeling of Myrtle's mouth and tongue as she got used to sucking him. He was deliberately holding back, because even though Myrtle had expressed an interest in experiencing 'Master Harry' it would be far too intense for her first time.

Harry held back as long as possible, letting her get as comfortable with having him in her mouth as she could, and soon she was sliding down until he touched the back of her throat before pulling back, her lips wrapped around him. Her hands were busy stroking the parts of his shaft that weren't in her mouth and fondling his sac. Harry felt the pressure building, and softly called Myrtle's name, getting her attention.

Pansy must have coached her, because she opened her mouth and released him, her hands wrapping around his cock and stroking him, pointing him at her mouth and he relaxed his control, landing directly on her tongue before Myrtle swallowed. She was easily able to swallow everything, and what she didn't get, Pansy did, before starting to kiss their consort, getting the little bit on her mouth and chin.

With a grin at Myrtle, he said "Nicely done, and now I believe your Lady requires your attention, don't you?"

"Oh! I like that idea, husband!" Pansy smiled widely as she moved to the edge of the tub and lifted herself out of the water. Myrtle was a lot more confident as she moved between Pansy's legs and started licking and sucking her pussy, drawing pleased sighs and breathy moans from Pansy as his wife let Myrtle know just how much she was enjoying herself.

Seeing that Pansy was well taken care of, Harry slid back into the water and moved behind Myrtle, rubbing his cock against her pussy, making Myrtle raise her face from Pansy and spread her legs, "Yes please, I've wanted this since the first night I saw you all together. Please fill me, make me part of your family."

Casting the preparation spells, he nodded when she briefly glowed blue, the contraceptive spell was working, he didn't want to take a chance that the potion had enough time to work and they weren't ready for a baby, not yet.

Pushing forward, the head of his cock spread her lips and he held still, letting Myrtle get adjusted to the feeling, moving forward when she relaxed around him until he was completely buried in her body. Myrtle wriggled against him, encouraging him as she kept using her mouth on Pansy, so he pulled back until he was almost out of her pussy before he slid faster, his hips slapping against her arse as he filled her. Myrtle lifted her face and moaned, moving back against him as he stroked into her until the two of them found a comfortable rhythm.

Holding her hip with one hand, Harry reached around and rubbed Myrtle's pussy as they moved together, and he quickly had her climaxing steadily, and her mouth was sending Pansy into pleasurable journeys of her own. Harry kept up a smooth rhythm until the tightness in his balls let him know he was close to hitting his peak, and he kept rubbing and fingering Myrtle until she was getting closer to another orgasm and let go inside her, his cock swelling as his seed shot deep into her body, triggering a massive climax in Myrtle. Myrtle's cries set Pansy off, and soon she was laying back and thrashing as her peak hit her, calling out nonsensically as she held Myrtle in place, splashing Myrtle's face with her juices.

When Myrtle came back to herself, she felt Harry still hard within her and her eyes widened, before a smile crossed her face, and she turned and knelt in the water again.

It was a long, energetic night for the three of them, and they nearly slept through breakfast the next morning.

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Time Continues to Pass

Things were fairly quiet for several weeks after bringing Myrtle into the family, and she was fitting in easily with the coursework and preparation for her NEWTS. Of course, with Hermione setting the revision schedules, there was no excuse for any of them being behind in their work. Especially when Master Harry made it an order that knickers had to stay on until all their homework was done. When Cho asked if that applied to her as well, he just laughed and pulled her over his lap for a spanking, and then told her to make sure everyone's Potions essays were at least Exceeds Expectations. Cho was in a very cheerful mood the rest of the evening, especially when Master Harry took her up to the Seventh Floor after dinner, and they didn't come back until almost curfew.

Myrtle also dove into the Pole Dancing lessons with Penelope and even developed a routine with Pansy that was enthusiastically received when they showed it off at the Dance Night in early June. The two of them started out in their school uniforms, with some changes to make it easy to dance, and they approached each other from the opposite sides of the stage. From there, the dance was a seduction, as the girls took turns being the seducer and the other being coy. The two came close to kissing as the first song ended, but broke apart for the next song, but the seduction became more aggressive, and the clothes started coming off and they were grinding against each other as they removed their bra's, leaving their ties hanging between their breasts.

By the time the third song hit its peak, they were completely naked and fingering each other as they snogged until the music ended and they brought each other to climax! All of the women who were in the South Wing, including the usual visitors had stripped out of their clothes and were either fingering themselves furiously or making out with one of the other girls.

Angelina Johnson, who was a regular dancer at the Stag was on her knees in front of Mistress Hermione, and very happy about it. Myrtle was surprised to see the former Muggle Studies professor sitting there, fingering herself as she watched, but Pansy told her that Charity just couldn't resist coming back and seeing the changes to the school, as well as spending time with Master Harry and Mistress Hermione. The last of the visitors weren't really visitors since they had rooms of their own in the South Wing, but Pretty Girl and Penelope would almost always end up in Mistress Hermione's bed since they both belonged to her.

Pansy and Myrtle enjoyed the show the most because as soon as they finished, Master Harry made an appearance, and Myrtle lost her mind from the pleasure she experienced. Even when Master Harry had her and Pansy in bondage and dancing to the crop, there wasn't any real pain, just a sting, but Myrtle understood why Pansy and Cho and some of the others enjoyed it so much. And the finale? When Master Harry and Mistress Susan had taken her front and back while she was still in the bondage frame? The smile took days to fade away!

After she was fully welcomed to the family, some of the other girls told her about what happened on their birthday, getting their collars and piercings, and Myrtle cursed the fact that her birthday wasn't until early July, because it sounded so exciting she didn't want to wait.

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After hearing the way Patty and Astoria had raved about the History of Magic class, Harry, Hermione, and Padma, who had a free period decided to see for themselves, sitting in with the 6th Year Slytherin Hufflepuff class.

Harry could see right away what the younger students were talking about, Professor Binns was standing upright at the podium, his eyes alert and a smile on his face as he greeted the students by name and got a cheerful greeting back. He greeted Harry and Hermione by name, even remembering to refer to Hermione as Mrs. Potter, which still got a smile from her, and addressed Padma by name as well.

The three of them took seats at the back of the room, and Hermione and Padma pulled out material to take notes, while Harry just sat and listened. They were soon absorbed in the lesson and Harry was sure he wasn't the only one who regretted not doing the rituals years ago! Professor Binns was talking to the class about the so-called schism with the founders, and they were shocked to discover it was nothing of the kind. He produced copies of Rowena's journals, as well as letters that Godric had written to those who practiced healing magic, describing how Salazar had suffered an infection that wouldn't heal, driving him to fevers that lasted hours at a time. They had tried all the known treatments for the infection and the fevers, but nothing worked.

They were all relieved when the fevers finally broke and Salazar was able to sleep peacefully, but when he woke again, he started raving at them, accusing them of betrayal, and tried to attack them. There were periods when he was rational and understood what was happening, and those were the worst because the knowledge was causing him nothing but despair until another fit of madness came over him. Eventually, they had to keep him secured in his rooms to keep him from harming them or the students. None of the treatments they found did anything to alleviate the fits, or even increase the periods of rationality until it became too much for Salazar to endure, and during one of his rational periods, managed to hang himself during the night when he was alone.

All of the students were shocked at what had happened, and when Professor Binns started reading from sections of Salazar's journal, it was heartbreaking what the madness was doing to one of the best minds of his time. Harry could almost understand the need to take any steps to get peace if he felt his mind was no longer his own, and knowing his power, he would do whatever he had to, to make sure he didn't harm anyone.

The rest of the period was taken up with discussion, bringing up possible reasons for the legends to have gotten started of a break between the founders, and why the truth had been buried for so many centuries. Nobody came up with any reasonable theories, but the discussion was fascinating, and the three of them had gotten drawn in.

Harry wasn't the only one to be disappointed when the bell rang, signaling the end of class. He had a lot to think about the rest of the day, and could see one of his major tasks, once the rituals and NEWTs were completed, would be to ensure the true history of Hogwarts was released to the rest of the Wizarding World.

Hopefully, once the truth was widely accepted, it would allow them to make changes, to ensure that they didn't have to deal with another Dark Lord in twenty years or so. It wouldn't be easy, but he always did like a challenge.

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Monday, June 21st, 1999

South Wing

9:55 pm

Cho was waiting as patiently as she could for the ritual to start, for anything to take her mind off the results of her student's OWL exams. She knew that the first four years got very good results overall, since she had already received those scores, but it was the OWL scores that determined if she would be able to continue her Mastery Studies under Slughorn. From the postmortems she had heard her OWL students doing, she was fairly sure that most, if not all of them had passed the exam, and several of them would achieve Exceeds Expectations. There were even three students who were likely to have gotten Outstanding, but those were rare, this year seemed to have very few students that had the touch, the ability to produce potions far above the average quality.

But the 4th Years gave her hope, there were nearly a dozen students spread between the houses that showed signs of being exceptional Potioneers, but they only had one year of Snape's so-called teaching, so the love for the subject hadn't been completely crushed in them. She was looking forward to seeing what the students will be like when they've had nothing but her teaching all seven years, because as soon as she gets her Mastery, the Headmistress is going to allow the Slug to retire, and she would take over as the Potions Mistress for Hogwarts!

She knew that several of her sisters were thinking seriously about going for their own Masteries in the different subjects, like Myrtle in Herbology and Padma in Charms, so the school won't lack for teachers for several years. Even Master was talking about taking a Mastery, but not in Defense, he was going to take extensive tutoring and self-study to get a NEWT in History, and get a Mastery in the subject. In their dinner conversation, he was often talking about how interesting he found the subject now, and wanted to increase his knowledge as much as possible.

Surprisingly, Mistress Hermione wasn't stressing about her own NEWTs, at least not in front of any of the others. Whenever she seemed to be starting to worry, Master took her by the hand and took her to the bedroom, and she was much calmer a couple of hours later.

Cho smirked, it was easy to understand, she always felt the same way after a private session with Master Harry, but it was doubtful that Mistress would enjoy being put in the frame and feel the crop or the cat all over her body until she couldn't breathe from the constant sensation, and begging Master to take her any way he wanted. Master always did, and she still was amazed at how much better her life has been since he claimed her that first night they were back.

Hearing the others arriving, she checked the time and saw that it was 10:01 pm, so the ritual was starting in less than five minutes. This was going to be different from the others since it was the last one, but everyone, including Mistress Hermione's Pretty Girl, and Master's Fleur were participating, and while she knew that Daphne and Tracy were going to be exhausted after using their mouths on all the other women, she knew it was going to be exciting!

At last, all the others were in position, and Master was standing in the center of the ritual circle, looking down at Daphne and Tracy who were kneeling next to each other and grinning. As soon as it was exactly sunset, all of them, including Master started chanting, and Daphne and Tracy kiss each other briefly, before Daphne moves to Astoria, and Tracy moves to Patty and starts kissing them before working their way down the girl's body. Astoria and Patty stop chanting while they are being pleasured, which Cho can understand, she's able to concentrate on just about anything, but she knew she wouldn't be able to keep chanting with a tongue in her pussy.

It was strange hearing Master's voice in the chant, but he was keeping in time with all the others, and she could almost feel his magic flowing into the chant, adding his power.

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Ward Chamber

The room was tense with excitement as the magic started flowing into the main stone, wiping out the last of the darkness, and then it was being guided into the other stone, which was starting to glow as the power flowed into it.

"Soon, soon it will be over, and all of your lying, deceiving works will be removed, you bastard," Helena said to herself as her eyes watched the magic being split into two directions, one below their feet and the other toward the outer walls of the castle.

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South Wing

Tracy and Daphne were pleasing Padma and Parvati now, and she envied them because she knew how sweet both girls tasted, and how wild they got when they were cumming. Cho smiled as she chanted because both twins were babbling in Hindi as they bucked on the floor, crying out their climaxes, before calming down and flowing back into the chant.

Moving on, the two were serving Mistress Hermione and Mistress Susan, which should be interesting, since the two of them were always in control, even when being pleasured. Cho wondered if the addition of the ritual made any difference? Apparently, it didn't, both Mistresses were still in complete control even when they hit their peaks and moved back into the chant.

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Department of Mysteries

Storeroom 12B

Monday, June 21st, 1999

10:27 pm

Deep in the bowels of the Ministry, the book started glowing again, but instead of getting increasingly brighter until it exploded in a burst of light before going dim again, the glow stayed the same, but it expanded to the books next to it, until all the books on the shelves were glowing, and then the spreading stopped as if waiting for something.

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South Wing

Cho was smiling so much her face hurt, but after the massive orgasm Daphne had just given her, she didn't care! And from the looks of it, Lavender was feeling the same way. But she needed to continue the chant, she could think about how good it felt later.

The two girls had pleasured all of the girls in the circle when they moved back to the center and lay on the floor, with Daphne on top of Tracy, their mouths at each other's pussy. At some unheard signal, the two started licking each other, and soon they were crying out their blissful cries.

When they recovered, the two of them rose to their knees and moved to Master, their mouths open to serve him, and Master kept chanting as they licked and sucking him, taking turns to have him in their mouth.

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At last, it was over, Master had just finished claiming both witches, and his voice was bringing the chant to its end, and when they reached the final syllables, the magic that had been flowing through them and down into the wards seemed to pause, before pulling together, gathering together before racing outward, passing through all of them, and Cho experienced a feeling of exultation, of indescribable glee before everything went black.

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Ward Chamber

The tension could be cut with a knife as the magic was gathering in the secondary stone, and her mother was watching it intently, waiting for something to happen, and with a shout, she released the magic and it flowed out, part heading to the leyline that will guide it to its destination in London, and the other deeper into the castle, breaking the walls of time as it hit its destination.

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Department of Mysteries

Storeroom 12B

Monday, June 21st, 1999

10:33 pm

The glowing started, with all the books on the shelf growing almost painfully bright, before all the books in the room started glowing with the same brightness, and suddenly alarms all through the department were ringing, alarms that hadn't been heard before, and the Head Archivist suddenly remembered the lost storeroom and called for all available Unspeakables to his location.

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Chamber of Secrets

Sunday, June 13th, 1943

Tom Riddle smiled as he stood before the statue of his mighty ancestor, the code he had found ready to call forth Slytherin's beast to cleanse the school of the filth. Raising his voice, he focused on the image of the snake and called, "Speak to me Slytherin, Greatest of the Hogwarts Four!"

For a long breathless moment, nothing happened, but then he heard a grinding sound, and the mouth of Slytherin opened, and a beautiful snake started slithering out of the statue.

Tom was about to give a shout of triumph when there was a rip in the air in front of him, and before he could even realize what was happening, a crushing wave of magic poured out of the rip, tearing him apart before rolling over the great snake, leaving behind nothing but skeletal remains. The magic crashed into the walls of the chamber before being absorbed by the wards, causing the very castle to shudder.

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Transfiguration Professor's Office

Same Time

Professor Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore sat at his desk, grading the last of the essays he had assigned as homework, shaking his head at the failure of some students to grasp even the simplest of Transfiguration Theory. How can they expect to call themselves wizards and witches if they don't understand any of Gamp's Exceptions?

He had just stood up to reach for a reference on his shelf when the castle shook violently, and the bookcase fell toward him, he didn't have a chance to move before the books landed on top of him. Normally that wouldn't have been a problem, he would have been bruised, but that was all.

Unfortunately, it wasn't just books that landed on him. On the shelf he was reaching for, his letter opener was sitting in front of the books, where he had forgotten it. When the books tumbled toward him, the letter opener fell also turning as it fell until the point went through his robes and pierced the skin above his heart before sliding through the ribs. The blade stopped before it reached his heart, until his books landed on him, pushing the letter opener into his heart, slicing it in two. He was dead before the last of the books landed on his body.

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Elsewhere

The universe blinked, as between one second and the next, everything changed.

End Chapter Six