Final Warning, here lies the first of many lemons/smut/and other mature goodness no suited for young audiences.
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And before you ask, no there is no A/N warning you of when its starting. A) there is plenty of heads up, and B) I'm avoiding adding A/N as much as possible for this story. This scene was and experiment on my part to ease the reader in, as many more situations will come to pass later on.
Now without further adieu, please enjoy Chapter 6 of Harry Potter: Return of the Death Walker in all of its glory.
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Book I :: Chapter 6 :: As Hogwarts Sleeps
Harry woke up early the next morning his arms and legs stiff unused to sleeping comfortably in a soft bed. Even the beds at the Cauldron were less comfortable then these. So conflicted, unsure if he had a good night sleep or a bad one, Harry pulled himself out of bed. Turning to the door of his dorm room, Harry's eyes hardened when he noticed that someone or someone's had tripped his runic protections. The rune marking, painted onto the wall was a deep pink color. Damn, Harry thought. Pink was a shad just shy of red, whoever it was who tired to get in put in a whole lot of effort in if they didn't use any offensive magics to break in.
Getting up Harry looked around. That charmed windows showed it was very early, maybe four if not five in the morning. The sun didn't even hint at a presence upon the horizon. Getting dressed too eager and curious for his own good Harry decided to get the annoying jobs done with first.
Passing his hand over the glowing rune, Harry reset it, its bright glow not damped to a rustic black, no different from ordinary ink. Checking the door, it showed that whoever tried to get in definitely had thrown some weight around and some possessed some real firepower. Considering Harry had placed a series of reinforcement runes to strength the door along with a molecular bonding array to turn the door and wall into a single molecular structure, whoever attempted to break in was definitely determined.
Harry knew he ruffled some feathers upon his arrival but this, he wasn't expecting this. It's a good thing the door held because Harry certainly didn't expect such an aggressive response from his first day. Harry had to consider sleeping in his trunk form now on. Not even his first day and he was considering counter plans and ploys should he find himself under attack. He'd definitely would have to strengthen his protections, perhaps establishing some misdirection arrays or an s.e.p. rune layout. If he was really considering his options Harry knew three of four blood runes would be a sure fired method of defense since anything capable of breaking those would alert the whole school to his predicament.
Considering that at best they used simple redactor curses and brute strength the culprit or culprits didn't want to cause a massive scene. If that was an accurate guess on Harry's part, he'd certainly use it to his advantage – that weakness.
But that was for when he returned later. For now, it was glorious first day, and Harry already had two missions on his mind.
Even as Harry mulled over the options in his head, he played with his robes and cloaked himself in the standard Hogwarts black, his emerald emblem shining proudly on his chest. Like he considered the night before, Harry decided to visit the heart of Hogwarts and the come-and-go room.
However, unlike his decision last night Harry changed his mind on the order of the visits. There was no guarantee that the Core sanctuary was in the same location as he understood it to be. At least if the come-and-go room was in the same place, Harry would at least have the confidence or some evidence that it was were he thought it was.
Leaving the Slytherin dungeon behind him Harry went about exploring before he would head down to the great hall to acquire his schedule. Nostalgia levitating him forward with each step.
It was funny now that he thought of it. The Slytherin Dungeon was unceremoniously dubbed the snake pit by the students, and yet the green and silver motif inspired a regal yet plan environment. The last thing Harry thought when he saw it was Snake Pit. Clearly it was a reference to the inhabitants, many of which had given him the evil eye the night before. Some to greater effect then others.
Traversing down the halls Harry basked in the feeling of nostalgia around him. Everything was the same, exactly like his memories recalled. Even in the places were entire walls were missing, the school was exactly like he envisioned it to be. From the finest detail such as the hidden broom closet on the fifth floor underneath the eighteenth-floor tile past the painting of a dragon's nest to the backwards Brazier on the sixth-floor hallway, everything was as he had remembered. That particular broom closet was quiet a relief as it could serve as a very useful hide away. It also served that other use well, should any inhabitant not want to snog sanding up right like a regular broom closet would require. Technically it was more like a trap door, but it was a broom closet just in the floor rather than in a wall.
That was the common sense of the magical world he guessed, then again, this was Hogwarts who said something needed to make sense to be useful or amazing.
Harry, merrily proceeding up to the seventh floor till he stood next to the large tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy in mid dance, as he tried to teach trolls to dance the ballet. Walked towards the empty wall directly across from it, down the hall way Harry felt his step quicken ever so slightly, eagerness and excitement caring his feet forward. Pacing back and forth three times Harry let loose a grin as the door he was hoping to find appeared, the thought of Gryffindor Common Room echoing in his mind.
Entering Harry was greeted with an accurate replica of the Gryffindor Common Room. Harry was overjoyed that the come-and-go room still worked and existed as he knew it to. Quickly Harry left the room as he recalled what the sorting hat had told him.
"...your second right can be found in a place were lost things are found."
The Room of Hidden Things.
Harry had already planned to enter the room to see if he could acquire anything that might benefit him in the long run. Entering inside Harry felt his jaw drop as after pacing thrice, the contents inside the room had transformed into a vast mountain of things lost through the ages. Hills of artifacts, book, robes, cloths, metals, and devices littered the room, all of which was devoid of an owner till someone entered to claim ownership of it. There was even some gold laying hither and yonder on the rugged stone floor between the mighty pillars of stone that carried the room up.
This was a stark contrast to the room Harry remembered from before, but nowhere in his imagination or expectations did he suspect it to be anywhere near as full as this. Previously yeah, the room was mostly empty with the exception of a little soot and ash here and there. Now the room that once looked like it had been torched by the Military's 908th H.T.T. - a side division of the infamous Witch Hunter's Division during the war's darker days – was stock full to the brim as if created by a hoarder with far too much access to goods and sticky fingers.
Closing the door behind him Harry went about scanning the room, weary of traps, wards, and hostility. When nothing caught his eye or paranoia, he shifted his gaze in search of potential treasures of value. With a few cursory glances he had already spotted several items of great interest to him. The problem regarding them was how he would go about subtly getting his trunk up here without getting spotted by the teachers, students, ghosts, and portraits. Technically anyone for that matter.
Thinking back to the Cloak of Invisibility he once owned Harry wondered if he could find it within the room if he looked heard enough. He never did figure out how he came to acquire it or when. Having it would make the task so much easier but seeing as he apparently acquired it during his youth, he had no recollection as to where he it could be found.
"Guess I'll have to make do with what I have," Harry muttered resigning himself to figure it out later, pushing the pointless thought clear from his mind. Instead Harry decided to prepare himself for when he would come up here with his trunk.
For the next hour or so Harry made an effort to clear away a multitude of items from the room and place them in an open section he had made in an orderly fashion. Pieces of items from here and there, laid about in an impressive mound. Trinkets, parchment, assortment of quills, rune carving kits, magic gizmos, preserved ingredients, metal and enchanted utensils, vials, cauldrons, a wand cleaner kit, and several other goodies lay sprawled out before him. To the corner was nearly give dozen books, each ranging from new, to old, to most ancient. Of these five dozen Harry collected and placed as they were of moderate interest or otherwise too aged to be used. At least for the moment. It was a nice haul and would have to be gathered slowly over time. But that was for another day.
Moving onto books, Harry walked around and went about seeking tombs, journals, and any writings that would hold significant importance to him. As he went Harry picked up several limited editions and original copies of tomes and journals which were both rare and informative. All of his required school books were also here along with those he would need for the next three years of his schooling career. But none of that paled in comparison to what Harry had found during his salvaging. What really got Harry excited was the books he found buried deep in the mountains of the room.
The Standard Book of Rituals First Edition, Mark of an Impurities by Bolus Road, the nameless journal written by Cloud Reed, Blood and Alchemy and Blood Brothers by Al and Ed Howseph, Souls, Death, and Living by Ivan Faust, Artifacts of Crafting by Yang Ching, and the last one being a nameless tomb the size of Dumbledore's bearded housing page after page of records regarding blood lineage and the status of each member in said families.
These books had been thought lost to the world to Harry's surprise had been laying here underneath piles of lost junk simply gathering dust. It was almost criminal to Harry. Even worse was how half of them would be considered illegal since their contents contradicted the lies the ministry promoted. The most primary example being Blood Brothers and Souls, Death, and Living. Any book that talked about necromancy, of the likes that Tom performed, knew nothing about the art. This… this book that Harry held, told and taught the true art of necromancy both in its good and its bad. Within it asked the real questions of what is the soul to magic, what is death, and most importantly to magic, what is living. Harry couldn't hold his excitement at finding a living breathing bonded book that he had assumed was lost to time, only spoken of in vague whispers. Not only that it was a priceless relic, written by one of the most notorious sorcerers of all time. The Boneyard sorcerer, Faust the Zeneth, the first mage to come closest to understanding the connection between, life, magic, and the human soul.
In contrast The Standard Book of Rituals First Edition, was a lengthy tome that spoke in depth about the art of rituals and ceremonial magics, a field Harry had come to tinker and excel in. Even as he considered himself a novice, he knew his knowledge was above par of other wizards in his age. Harry looked forward to making full use and an intense study of this book later to further his knowledge of the arts. While it wasn't awe inspiring like Faust's tome, it was a very rare subject. Similarly, Artifacts of Crafting by Yang Ching, simply educated one on the fine art of creating magical artifacts. Neat and definitely useful for later when Harry started experimenting.
Mark of an Impurities by Bolus Road, that was a curious one. It apparently, after a quick skim, spoke about body magics, and how one could utilize magic and runes to create, establish, and prep one's skin with a magic spell in the same way one might make a tattoo. Further it appeared that some of the magics written within spoke of intense blood rituals used to create artificial familiars. This was something that peaked Harry's interests slightly.
Blood and Alchemy and Blood Brothers by Al and Ed Howseph, were two lost tomes that went in depth about the ancient art of Alchemy and its ties to blood magic as well as the story of the two siblings and their journey into alchemy. This book from what Harry understood could very likely be the last of its kind, nearly priceless in cost, and immeasurable in value.
However, unlike these long and or large books on magic, the most valuable and eye catching was the small handheld notebook, journal without a name other then the inscribed owners name. Cloud Reed. Oh, if this was what Harry thought it was, he was going to have fun once he managed to gain a handle on his magic. Sure, he knew he'd probable not even come close to replicating the man's magic, but that sure as hell wasn't going to stop Harry from trying.
Gazing at the vast collection he had acquired and figuring it was approaching the time to break his fast Harry nodded proudly at his efforts. "Well at least I'm set for now until my fourth year. At least I won't have to worry about purchasing books for the next few years unless some new book come out or something catches my eye." Harry said to himself.
Just as Harry was about to leave, a shiver ran down his shoulder. It wasn't a shiver from the cold morning air however. No, no this was something else, like a hand reaching out in pleading. It was a sensation Harry had felt before, a gut feeling that something important was nearby.
Turning to his left Harry walked down the side of the room weaving past several mountains of items and several piles of furniture. His feet carried him towards a half-covered desk where inside whatever his magic was reaching out for lay dormant inside. Within the rich dark wood desk, Harry felt his magic calling him to retrieve it. Opening the drawer up revealed to him a lonely silver lined green book with the Slytherin emblem waxed onto it.
Picking it up Harry read note forcibly shoved into the cover page. His curiosity taking hold as he sought the answer as to why his magic reached out towards this lone book of all things. Curious as to how, a small book with no magic signature or signs of magic enchanted on it was capable of calling him.
As he read Harry realized that it wasn't his magic that called to it or otherwise, no if anything this was an act of necessity. Some would even say the will of Fate. But Harry knew otherwise. There was no reason as to why, it simply was. Life was never dictated by fate or chance, only necessity. And here in this room, the magic of one long forgotten had sought out his hand. It simply was. Harry didn't need to understand it, nor did he need to demand it.
"I hope to you who reads this are a faithful member of my family. A member who wishes the best for our people and seeks more then what we currently have. Here lies my story, the last bastion against the tales spun by my enemies. My history that will undoubtedly be warped by my foes who fear me, curse me, and would rather see my legacy used in their favor. This is my story and I hope to whomever you are, you return to the world the dream we wished for. To my brothers and sister, forgive me for not having the faith nor patience to stay beside you in these brighter days.
-Salazar Slytherin"
Harry just looked in amazement at what he had found. He turned a few pages to be certain. There wasn't a doubt.
"Slytherin's Journal." Harry whispered out, the words let loose before he could even register what he was saying.
Observing the book Harry could sense no magic within it solidifying his expectations and initial observations. To all who looked, it was more muggle than magical in nature. Even the book mark and ink were bland and common at least for the time it was made.
The words and nature of his writing seemed so unlike the legend regarding Salazar that to Harry it seemed almost unreal. The only reason Harry knew this was his journal was that harry recognized his writing. He had found several letters penned by the man official and while back then he had no context now they served a different value. In his hand was the genuine article. And it served to conclude that his suspicions had greater merit then he believed them to have.
With a moment's hesitation his hand shaking slightly Harry pocketed the journal and rush out of the Room of Hidden Things.
Dodging Argus Filch's patrol, Harry ran to the Great Hall not even stopping for air. Entering Harry was greeted with a brilliant view. Emptiness. No one was there yet and that suited Harry just fine. Sitting down at the Gryffindor table he set about to read unaware of his habit kicking in. It didn't matter. So focused was he at having Slytherin's Journal in his hands that the rest of the world died to him. The implications of what could be written within it indescribable in their importance to the magical world. This was knowledge lost to even this time. This wasn't like the spell knowledge lost to the war, this was knowledge lost to the here and now.
Harry couldn't wait.
Turning a few pages Harry tested the waters of the journal. Much to his original observations the journal was just that, a journal. Some might call it a diary, others an auto-biography. But what it wasn't was magical. It was all but normal with the exception of its value. And this Harry found made it all the more magical.
Harry quietly began reading.
"Mid Summer, day unknown.
We have been on the run for what has felt like months. The leaves are finally changing color and my family fears that winter will strike us before the next village becomes reachable. Our countrymen are ruthless in their pursuit as is our lingering anxieties. My sister complained about her feet hurting but mother ignored her. I watched as she pulled on her arm forcing her to continue. I didn't stop here. I understood. My dearest parents would drag us through the mud if it meant we lived through this nightmare.
Father has left ahead. With Winter fast approaching Father has gone ahead to gather a means across the strait. He hasn't returned. I ask mother when he will return. She ignores me. She's afraid. I can tell. We all are. She doesn't answer my query. My sister huddles closer to me and I hold her close, I hope she feels better under my arm. She doesn't shiver even as the cold hits me. When will Father return."
Harry tuned the page.
"The Lady Luck has graciously blessed us with hope. A non-magical family welcomed us in just before the fall leaves vacated their limbs. Shelter for the first time in months. I slept in a warm bed for the first time in two seasons. We can't stay for long mother said. It was nice sleeping warm for a change. My sister refused to leave my bed, I couldn't blame her. That evening our countrymen bang on our host's door. They were closer than we thought, and I held my sister throughout the ordeal. She shivered in my arms but stayed quiet. She was a good girl. The family sheltered us and drove them away hiding us under the floor boards. I remember telling my sister that we were safe while thinking to myself, for now. I bowed in appreciation to our hosts just as my Father taught me. The family's youngest kissed me in response. She said I was cute. It was embarrassing and I retorted that I was handsome. She laughed. Her lips were soft and nice. I slept well in their hospitality for a second night, warmer then I was the first."
Harry closed the journal. Salazar Slytherin, promoter of purebloods and cultivator of villains thanking a muggle family and enjoyed a kiss from a muggle girl. If pigs could fly, Harry though. Looking up at the floating candles he realized that that was entirely possible however, he'd need a different phrase to use for that.
"Hey George, lookie here." A red-haired teen stated loudly.
Looking up Harry noticed that the hall was filling up with students seeking to break their morning fast. Many within the hall where starring at him like they had seen a whale materialize where he sat. After the previous night's happenings, he couldn't blame them. Didn't mean Harry felt comfortable under their stares.
"Do my eyes deceive me?" A second red head joined in from behind the first.
"Could you perchance be referring to the slimy Slytherin sitting at our table?" The first replied.
"Yes I am." the second confirmed.
"Then I do believe your eyes are fine and working, dear brother of mine." the second added.
Can I help you Mr. Fred Weasley?" Harry said staring at Fred before turning to the other, "Mr. George Weasley?"
"Indeed, we do." Fred said a little hesitant for a second, caught flat footed at being identified correctly. He appeared to have recovered his footing as he talked.
"We sit there you see." George continued.
"And we are quite interested in..."
"Having a bite where we usually sit." The two continued, George finishing Fred's statement.
Harry nodded and scooched down a bit to so the two could sit where he previously had.
Fred and George looked at each other then sat down never taking an eye off Harry. Harry couldn't tell if they were curious or intrigued but neither was he going to risk mind delving if he could help it. Especially with so many people already present. Harry didn't need a headache this early on his first day.
Peeking a glance Harry sighed irritably, "If you keep staring at me like that, I might worry your drooling will invoke jealousy from your food."
This caused a moment's hesitation for Fred and George before the two burst out laughing.
"Can you believe it my Handsome twin, a Slytherin with a sense of humor."
"Nay, I find it hard to believe, my handsomer twin."
The two turned to looked at Harry.
"So tell us..."
"Our serpentine guest..."
"What brings you..."
"To our humble table?" The twins stated in stereo together.
Harry felt so nostalgic listening to the two he couldn't help but let his annoyance slip away from him.
"Well like most here, I'm eager to have some breakfast and enjoy a bit of reading. Since there are no rules stating I have to sit anywhere except during formal events I just found a comfortable place to sit and here I am." Harry explained. In all honesty I just sat there on a whim, his legs caring him there as if they had done so for years.
"It is unusual for another house to sit at a different house's table." Fred stated.
"True, true, oh brother of mine." George agreed.
"Well in that case I shall add onto my reasons the additional goals of causing trouble and being a public nuisance to my agenda for breakfast this morning." Harry said with a shit-eating grin.
This caused the twins to roar with laughter again and perform an act that shocked everyone in the room wide awake. Slapping Harry on the back the two went back and forth with praise at the discovery of a fellow prankster. Shortly there-after Lee Jordan joined them, a little surprised that a Slytherin was chatting it up at the Gryffindor Table. More so at that the jovial mood which was the crowning centerpiece of attraction for that morning's dining experience.
"You do know that all the tables are the same and owned jointly by Hogwarts. It's not owned by the House's." Harry told him having skimmed her surface thoughts.
"Did you just read my mind?" Jorden asked.
"No, just your face." Harry lied sticking his tongue out, inciting a roaring applause from Fred and George.
Being the good sport that he was Lee joined Fred and George in their laughter, despite the visible reservation on his surface thoughts. His politeness however was not shared by all.
"What the hell is a bloody Slytherin doing sitting at our table!?"
The laughter died down as if shot between the eyes. Everyone turned to see Ron Weasley storming towards them from the entrance of the Great hall.
I really don't want to deal with him, Harry thought. He didn't need to read the Weasley's mind to know what his deal was. Righteous fury was written all over his face.
Opening his mouth to demand and answer again, Harry picked up his book and turned to leave. Surprisingly both twins put their hands-on Harry, gesturing for him to stay put.
"What our dear little ickle-Harrykins does isn't really your business dearest brother." George said.
"But if you must know, he was sitting down with us for a spot of breakfast before you woke up." Fred continued.
"And in general, being a public nuisance for breaking the norm." George added.
"True, and all in all being a very sociable sport for a firstie Slytherin." Fred said with a nod.
"Or so you would be able to tell if your eyes worked half as well as you mouth." George insulted glaring at his younger brother.
"Or stomach."
"Or arse."
"Brain maybe?"
"he doesn't have one."
"You mean he doesn't use one, dear Forge."
"That's an assumption my dear Gred"
Ron looked ready to explode when Harry got up. He really didn't need this. It was bad enough that Ron was being, well Ron, but the commotion was calling the attention of everyone in the Great Hall that wasn't already over his presence. The prior was a headache, but the stares and mutterings we starting to make him very uncomfortable. It was far to similar to his undercover ops behind enemy lines. Something that was putting him way to on edge for his liking.
Even as they turned to stop him Harry shrugged of Fred and George's attempts looking at them with sadder eyes then he realized he possessed. Pain and hurt, marks and scares emanating from deep within his gaze. Memories of loneliness and betrayals, the lingering emotions of a strong friendship bleeding out from his subconscious as he glanced at them while focused on Ron. The feeling their blossoming kinship held felt lost, any chance gone before they started chatting together.
"It's fine you two. Need to head over to pick up my schedule anyway." Harry stated, excusing himself from their presence. Memories of how Dudley troubled his classmates in elementary school to prevent him from making friends eclipsing the present scene before him. Harry pondered why that never seemed to bother him before but now the thought of being unable to befriend the twins hurt so much. Before it was unimportant, yet this felt like his heart was being torn in three.
As Harry left the brothers and sat down with the other Slytherin's, Harry could hear the two slaps echo behind him and Ron's vocalized outrage and opinions about Slytherin's rang quite loudly in the hall.
Harry sat down and no sooner than he did his schedule appeared before him. Grabbing it Harry left, wasting no time to alleviate the Great Hall of his presence. He could still feel the stares of everyone in the Great Hall as he fled. The Hall was at compacity now. If any more eyes were on him Harry thought, he'd have to consider placing a restraining order on the school itself. Even if they were ignorant of what he could do it still felt like they all wanted him to hex the into oblivion.
Walking through the halls Harry tried his best to ignore the whispers that passed him by.
"Did you see his face?"
"Who cares, that's the scar right."
"He's not as handsome as the books say he is."
"Yeah, but he's actually kinda cute."
Harry could not be more uncomfortable at that moment than he already was.
"Do you think he's hung like the books say?"
Harry's stomach lurched. He had spoken too soon. Looking at his schedule for his classes Harry instantly turned on the spot and returned to the Snake Pit his feet carrying him far faster than he intended them too. Opened up his trunk once he entered his form room Harry climbed in having made his decision.
He wasn't going to leave his trunk until his classes where due. For that matter he was going to avoid unnecessary attention if he could avoid it. Glancing at his notes and edited textbooks Harry figured it best that he not show or leave them on display for anyone to see as well.
Picking up his required books Harry placed them in his satchel for easy carriage and added a few auto dicta quills to his supplies. Looking at the time he got out of his trunk. Sure, he had a bit of time but after placing a few runes around his dorm he'd decide it would by then be a good time to head for his first classes of the term, Charms. This would in turn be followed by Transfiguration, and Defense Against the Dark Arts, or DADA for short. A nice half full day.
Peeking out of his trunk Harry took great pleasure in being the only one present even as he went to work marking up and engraving runes around the room. One of the few perks that Slytherins had over the other houses. Private rooms. Peace and quiet seemed to be a luxury at Hogwarts and one Harry would greatly appreciate every chance he acquired it. And sure, while the room was his alone, considering his findings that morning he'd have to be careful. Once he was done apply two new sets of wards and making sure the lid of his trunk was closed Harry went and opened his door his destination the charms hall of Hogwarts. The moment he did open the door however he heard a strange noise coming up from the common room.
"Great." Harry muttered, "So much for avoiding people."
It was a bit of a stretch he thought, trying to avoid interacting with people in a school chock full of children.
Proceeded slowly up the stairs to the common room, the closer Harry got the easier it was to make out what the noise was. On top of not wanting to deal with his fellow snakes, Harry knew to avoid getting involved with strange noises since it became increasingly clear what the cause of said noises was. That still did nothing to stop Harry's pubescent form from being drawn to them.
By the time he had reached a vantage point to see what was happening it didn't take a genius to know what the cause was. The noise or he should say moans were coming from two girls on a chair in the corner of the semi-empty common room.
Harry looked at them from afar and out of sight. This was the first time he had seen it since well, the last time was a long time ago. He knew all about sex and the like from his memories, but this was the first time he actually seen it first hand in quite a while. So much so it felt like a foreign concept. The fact he was still only eleven, nearly a thousand-years old, and magically active rattled soundlessly in his brain overshadowed by his magic's agitated state, his hormones jumping the gun early, and his rational centers taking a vacation early.
Harry paused at that point leg locked in place. Okay, three hundred and eleven years give or take he was within a dry spell. It wasn't like it would hurt anyone to observe something he'd hadn't seen in years, right? Learning experience and who knew were it could come in handy. By this point Harry's mind was shut down, his magic and instincts taking over completely. Thankfully those instincts were of the surviving type and not the seeding kind.
Manners told Harry that politely and quietly leaving was the proper thing to do. However, being an eleven-year-old boy, coming on one thousand, with an increasingly demanding magic flow, Harry's curiosity won over. Oddly enough as he watched Harry noted that he didn't feel the difference between knowing about sex and witnessing it as he watched from the shadows. As Harry watched quietly, he wondered why this was since he technically was experiencing this for the first time.
The two girls where almost completely starkers, sitting in a corner hidden from any would be observers who returned to the common room, only their stockings and foot wear remaining present. The spongy couch was overshadowed by the standing older girl, he hair held aloft in a staggered mess. She appeared to be either sixth or seventh year, and as she hung her neck over her other as drank up and groped said partner deeper into the couch, pushing her deeper in with each action she made.
The younger girl, likely a second year considering the lack of development on her body, was being held vertically on her back, her legs opened wide and rapped around the older Slytherin's neck as said Slytherin loomed over her. Her back scrunched deep into the couch and her petit stomach laid bare to the common room air as she hung tightly upside-down by her legs.
Like a cat lapping up milk, the older girl ate the girl's clean curtains out even as she enticed stimulating moans of pleasure with each stroke of her tongue from the young girl. With long meticulous strokes she traced her tongue through her velvet lips spreading them open slightly as she rolled her tongue between them. Each time closing halfheartedly with the tongue's departure, eager for its return. The girl shivered and squirmed under the tongue's menstruations, coating it with voluptuously quantities of her own honey as if to coax it to return. With each touch made to her dripping wet pussy, the sensation of her lips parting open and closed increased gradually with each passing against her wishes. Each time sending oh so pleasurable shivers up her body.
Harry could see the younger brunet's dripping cunt twitched eagerly as the older blond's tongue explored the creases again and again, over and over. Her tong spinning tantalizingly to the left fold and then teasing the right upon its return. Tending to each of the folds as a dedicated explore might, she methodically teased the girl's folds slowly and deliberately. Slipping her tongue between them, tasting her dripping heat before clasping her lips on the folds and sucking on them lightly. Harry watched as the older girl took meticulous care in drawing out the young girl's pleasure.
The girl shook violently with each time her lips were treaded with suckling care.
The brunet bucked suddenly each time, as if violently trying to escape the almost painful teasing. But oh, she wanted none of that.
"Oh Merlin, YES! Hmmm..." The younger cried out, loving ever second the blonde's tongue pressed against her fold. "Keep going. Keep going, right there-aaaaah." She shouted as the tongue parter her open again, dragging her juices coating her untouched folds deeper within.
Holding the brunet's legs firmly against her neck and shoulders, solidly in place, the blond grinned mercilessly as she lapped the girl juices, eliciting two more eager thrusts from the girl's pelvis before pulling away.
"No!" she cried out shivering at the touch of air the stimulated her vacated mouth. Her legs twitched, fighting against the hold trying to pull her in. Desperate to reach the orgasm that she was on the verge of reaching.
"Don't stop. Please." She begged, her love juices tripping down her navel from her elevated pussy. Her voice singing sweetly with the same eagerness of her wet core. The soft glint of liquid and delectable pink was a tantalizing sight to be seen. The look of hunger and vulnerable to Harry was almost delectable. Harry could see the glistening fluid upon the girl's skin, coating her despite her lack of awareness. She was soaked, and desperate for release. Harry felt warm, his chest tightening at the sight, an eagerness within his core that felt foreign to him yet familiar.
The blonde grinned and in a sultry voice whispered aloud teasingly, "And how will you reward me for making you cum? What will you do to make it up to me for bringing your body to orgasm, Hard!" The last word was emphasized by a quick flick of her finger which she dragged around the girls exposed pussy flicking up just short of her exposed clit.
Her body shivered with a visibly chill of anticipation and desire. Desire and anticipation all rolled up in one. "Anything..." she whispered pushing herself down towards the lingering finger just out of reach of her clit.
"What will you do?" She asked again.
"Anything!" the girl shouted. "I'll fuck you pussy, I'll eat it, I'll suck on it, Anything. Please let me cum!"
With practiced accuracy the blonde stuck her tongue out and slowly dragged it over her wet drapes and reaching her clit pressed her lips around it sucking it up. The girls body went ridge as her body convulsed in surprise and pleasure. The slow sucking of her button shot the girl rigid with pleasure. Her heart screaming as she felt her cum welling up inside readying to gush out.
Not giving her a chance to recover or brace herself, Harry watched as the girl shoved a finger into the girl's cunt, pumping hard while sucking clit between her lush lips. The intrusion unexpected and unwelcome produced immediate results.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! cumming, cumming, cumming, cumming, cummming. I-I'm uh, I'm aaaaah Cu-Cumming!"
The girl cried out, hips bucking violently even as she struggled to breath out in the midst of her world-shattering orgasm.
She came violently and holding her in place the blonde placed her mouth over her folds and lapped up her orgasm with large licks of her tongue. Her mouth secreting loud sucking and slurping noised as she drained out all of the sweet nectar that was produced. Dragging out the sensation in her post orgasmic shudder she continued to eat her even as she slowly vibrated out of her orgasm. Drenched in her fluids the blonde smiled as she continued to tease her partner with her tongue.
Riding her orgasm, the brunette fell limp in her arms. Her head was left dangling between the girl's legs and off the chair as he body slumped weakly off the cushion slightly. Her face was the poster child of pure ecstasy.
The blond pulled back, licking a shimmering remains into her mouth off her lips. "That's my girl," the blonde said as she continued to lick away the traces of the girls pleasure from around her mouth. She hummed eagerly into the taste as she savored the sweet flavor of the ripe girl.
"You like being exposed and vulnerable don't you." The lady asked even as she expected no response. The girl was left mindlessly riding out the waves of orgasmic bliss, to disoriented to care.
Holding onto the girl lovingly the blonde carefully laid the small girl down from he bent position. Harry watched as the blonde slowly brought the girl's legs down into the floor as her body followed suite, flowing off the chair like a satin sheet. The girl now laid almost sprawled out on the floor, her back against the chair while her head rested lazily yet comfortably on the chair's soft cushion. Her legs trembling as they glistened in the morning light, reflecting off her drenched milky white thighs the were drenched in her own pleasure.
With her head arched back, resting in the soft cushion of the chair, the young lass came down from her organic high only to be greeted by the welcoming sight of the velvety entrance of the women who had just pleasured her. Her amber skin contrasting the vibrant pink that peeked through her parted moist lips.
"Now..." she drawled out seductively, straddling the head of the exhausted witch, her legs on either side of her petite form. "I believe 'Anything' is in order."
The girl wasted no time and ate out the blonde who moaned and hummed in pleasure as her brunette's tongue licked her pussy and thighs in wide arching circles. Biting her lip she bent her knees further apart straddling the girl further to allowing her greater access to her cunny. In doing so the women's lips were pressed firmly down onto the girl's face. With ample room to act under the delicious pressure the girl cupped her mouth eagerly as she forced her crushed tongue to dance insider her mistress. Savoring the women's taste the young girl licked meticulously dragging her tongue across her seniors' inner walls in a rough imitation she had been subjected to.
"Hmm yes that's it. Mmmm... tease my clit~ahhh, yes, like that with your lips. Suck much aahh, yes like that. Stick your tongue deep inside me and make me cum. Yes, like that mmmmm."
Squatting down even more, the blonde pressed her snatch into the girls face even further, her juices flowing more freely as she basked in the sensation, coating the girls face with excess of her flooding core. Her pussy dripping ceaselessly onto the girl's face, soaking her copper brown bangs even as her tongue sucked the delicious nectar into her tiny mouth. Long slurping sounds echoed in the common room as the girl drank at the honey pot as if it was the most delicious thing imaginable.
"Ahhhh!" The blonde cried out. "Right there YES!"
She twitched as two hands rapped around her legs grabbing two lush handfuls of her abundant arse. Pulling her closer the brunette grew more daring and using her tongue she stuck it as far into the honey filled depths as she could, twitching her tongue to spreed out as wide as possible deep inside of her.
The blonde cried out in surprise and pleasure at the sudden growth of the serpent inside her. She was loving every minute of it, her body humming quietly in a cold pleasure. Sweating now, her eyes fluttered open and closed several times as she focused on the small tongue inside her as it grew bigger and smaller with each flexing, enjoying the teasing pressure of her inner walls being forced open and closed against her will. Tracing the pleasure down her body towards the feathery touch of the girl within her core, she felt and focus on her body as the trembling of pleasure began to build her orgasm up inside her loins.
"Yes… yes, yes, yes, yes, like that! Keep going. Harder, fuck me harder. Lick me out, please, just like that." She moaned out in lustrous tones.
She was close, building to her own climax. Her legs twitched, her arse shaking seductively with a cherry peach hue, sweat permeating over here whole body. The coming orgasm showed on her lopsided grin as her eyes rolled lightly.
"You taste so good." Her partner hummed in inaudibly.
She was oblivious to the signs the brunette continued to show as she smothered her partner's pussy with serpent like dexterity. Her tongue flexing and dragging her coming hole, vibrating and sending shivers through her as she forced the blonde closer and closer to heaven. Etching out and marking each crevice of her pussy, lapping it into memory, the brunette forced her tongue into deeper and more sensational explorations until she received the limit and received a face full of fuzz. The blonde buzzed slightly as her nose tickled her fuzz, her face unable to delve any further.
She was as deep as she could get, and the girls eyes rolled back.
Blonde hair blushed deeply at the feeling of her against her skin. Able to hear the girl taking deep breaths out of her pussy released through her nose sent her body flush and trembling in both embarrassment and pleasure. Her mouth moaned and hummed happily send sparks of pleasure down her spine. Her pussy felt so full with her tongue fully capped inside, stretching her wide.
Taking in her smutty scent, the brunette let out her breath deep inside her belly, moaning in pleasure as her own pussy ached and twitched. The girls snatch quivered in response as the foreign air tickled inside her. Her breath teasing her sensitive quim triggered the final push.
"I'm almos~ahh, there. Please tease my clit. Make me cum. Rub my slutty clit. MAKE ME CUM!" She cried, so close to the end.
Dragging her tongue deliberately against the walls of the girl's quim, the brunette pulled up her hand flicking her palm sharply into the girl's clit. The pressure was instantaneous.
"Cumming! Ohh-merilin-yessss, I'm Cumming!"
The sudden and unexpected shock sent a burst of pleasure rushed through the girl and before she could recover, she came spectacularly as the girl slammed her mouth around her shivering clit sucking it eagerly along with her pussy.
"Oh SHIT! No more, aahhh I'm, FUCCK, I'm cummming! I'm still coming!" The blonde cried out, releasing A flood love juices into the girl's maw and all over her face. Her gushing juices flooding over the rim of the brunette's plastered lips sneaking around her enclosure, dripped slowly down the girl's chin. She however didn't care as she hummed and slurped up wave after wave of cum with open abandon, eager to drink it all.
"Oh fuck," the blonde said weakly, "I'm s-still cumming."
Harry watched silently his body tense in awestruck wonder. His body stiff and hot. He watched silently as he witnessed the girl swallow wave after wave of pleasure which triggered a resurgence within her own loins.
The brunette closing her eyes as she was swallowed again into mindless bliss as she came a second time. Her legs trembled against the floor, her body dripping in sweat as her moist cunt soaked the dungeon floor. Harry could see her juices glisten as they flowed out from her pussy even as she swallowed and devoted her mouth to her partner.
"Cumming, Cumming." The blonde chanted in a whisper over and over again, stuck in the lull of orgasmic bliss.
Riding their high together they eventually collapsed into a mindless heap the blonde no longer able to support herself slid down onto her brunette as they fell onto each other. The soft and warm exposed skin, sticking lovingly to each other's. They let out heavy panting breaths, gulping in vast reservoirs of air as they floated in each other's presence. The crushing weight of the blonde caused small squirts of liquid to seep out of the brunette's twat, sending her eyes fluttering in response. Their magic twirling around them in glee.
Spotting both a break in their actions, and a chance to evict the premises, Harry breaking free from his daze, shuffled around the furniture and managed to sneak past them undetected as their minds basked in the afterglow.
He heard the two yelps of surprise when the passage way out of the common room closed behind him, but it didn't matter. He was long gone, and they knew not who was there. Thankfully Harry wasn't a gossip whore, so the nameless two wouldn't be exposed this day at least.
They didn't see him and thankfully they never would. Looking at the time on his watch Harry ran to make it in time for his first class. His mind running on an adrenaline high. Thinking back on what he saw he imagined the two being replaced by Hermione and Ginny the loves of his life, eating each other out as he watched on.
The thought was enticing and erotic, but Harry stopped for a moment. He could feel his body reacting to the image and this was strange for him. He was eleven, his body shouldn't have been responding as it was, at least not yet. Now that he focused on it, he noticed his magic was reacting strangely, both now and earlier. It was more active and was both agitated but also calmer.
Harry wondered why but wasn't left with any time to ponder this odd response to his voyeur experience. He had to get to class.
Running down to corridors and turned the corner Harry tapped three bricks on the wall to reveal a secret passage that lead straight to the charm's corridor.
His mind was a blur as he made it in time and sat through the class. The class itself was a basic overview about charms and an introductory on the spells they would learn next class. No reason for Harry to pay attention thankfully not that he was able to anyway.
Harry's research into magic and Hogwarts told him that Hogwarts was a place of sexual activity behind the scenes even if it was publicly acknowledged. Logically Harry knew that this wasn't normal by muggle standards. But for wizards it was an important aspect of growing up and was completely natural for a wizard and witch. Even if it was a natural aspect, he apparently had been devoid of in his life. In the muggle world a twelve-year-old going at it with a sixteen or seventeen-year-old would be abnormal, illegal even. For the wizarding world it wasn't abnormal, just frowned upon or ignored if made public.
Harry's physical attraction and response to it however wasn't normal by magical standards even or so Harry himself believed. He was too young to respond like he did and yet there was much of his situation he knew nothing about.
In the back of his mind, something told Harry there was more to it. Harry knew something was wrong, he could feel it. He was eleven yet it felt like he was fighting hormones he wouldn't have until a year or two later. What's more his magic was a right calm mess which was strange in of itself. Internally it felt like he was wading through a massive and powerful free-flowing current rather than a smooth river like it usually was. Stranger still it wasn't a typhoon of action or energy, just a really strong current.
His magic was active, near violently so.
"Good thing we aren't practicing spells today." Harry muttered to himself. He didn't think it was a good idea to cast magic with how riled up he was. His magic felt like it would burst outward if he tried using it, even as he sat still.
Pushing this out of his mind again Harry left class and made his way to his next class which was with Professor Mcgonagall. Transfiguration. He had been looking forward to it for some time but now found himself distracted by his own body.
Rushing into the class he quietly sat down and ignored the whispered remakes about "fake Slytherin" and "pulled out the sword". None of that even register to him. Much to his pleasure Mcgonagall was strict but fair with the class. She took no silly business without dispensing proper reappraisals in respond. Her attitude made the whispers disappear as quickly as they appeared.
"Transfiguration is one of the most complex and dangerous forms of magic you will learn at Hogwarts," she stated loud and clearly, "Any messing around in this class and you will be expunged from my presence and you will not return. You have been warned."
The Defense against the Dark Arts class was almost the exact opposite of Mcgonagall's stern confident atmosphere. The stuttering mess that was Quirell, despite having a solid foundation in the subject, gave many the false impression that the subject was easy to master, and could do as they pleased so long as they didn't get caught.
Based on his teaching method it might as well have been a waste of time. DADA was a major disappointment for Harry. Out of all the classes he would take, Defense Against the Dark Arts was a class he had the highest expectations of. The matter was naturally made worse as it was a subject that he excelled at, with years of experience in. His years of experience in its application first hand from his last life which was carried over along with his memories and magic had Harry throbbing with excitement to experience something her himself never encountered.
He excelled at it both naturally and magically. Even before picking up his wand Harry could feel how natural it felt, how his body would pick up or respond to an unknown situation. His habits which he still carried with him to this day were even problematic at times in this era of peace.
The only think holding him back was his lack luster physically form which could and would not be able to keep up with what he was once capable of. This was something neither his memories nor magic would be able to return to him. Only hard work would ensure his old physique.
Walking through the hall at the end of class Harry wondered what he was going to do. Unsure what to do Harry chose to wonder and explore the castle. Simply basking in the nostalgia in an attempt to quell his mental faculties.
It worked to a point.
Everything was new and fresh, and a welcome distraction. Each stone and hall were well and complete, unlike the one from his memories. Taking into his morning walk, Harry was confident that even the layout was practically identical. Years of war and battles had left Hogwarts a scared shell of its former glory but the ancient magics and spells add to its self, remained. While the old school might have been in ruin the overall structure hadn't change just as its importance to Harry hadn't.
It had been his place of solitude, his place of safety for years. Centuries even. After so many years had passed there was no secret within Hogwarts that Harry did not know. Even with it in its ruined state its secrets we're laid bare to him.
An example being the location and shape of the heart that took residence within its halls. The core that supported and protected all students from harm, the very keystone of the school itself and its ancient and noble protections. Only Harry knew of its location with only six others being privy'd to its whereabouts as well.
Then there was the Chamber of Secrets, which Harry had spent sixty years searching for. It was kind of funny how it also wasn't very secret. There were several military officials in his last life that knew of the chamber and avoided it, yet even then it wasn't a well-kept secret. No surprise considering what roosted within its damp waterfall decorated chambers.
Harry thought about that as well. The chamber never did appear on the Marauders Map. Harry made a note to himself if he ever found the map again that he would add the chamber on to it as well as some of the lesser known passages.
Finding himself at the moving staircases Harry grinned as he made his way down. Stair by stair he directed himself towards his goal. Even in torment Harry was well trained to complete his objective no matter what.
Harry grinned confidently even as he stared down into the abyss. The staircase was enchanted to appear bottomless and oh how it looked convincing.
Everyone believed it was bottomless and while true it was charmed to prevent people from falling into it the truth was it had bottom. It was just enchanted so that you could never truly reach the bottom. That is unless you know how to reach it. Harry smirked as he gazed deepened into the darkness.
The come-and-go room was just the same as always. The layout was the same, every brick was the same only cleaner. Harry had no doubts as to what dwelled within that abyss nor the way into the abyss.
Reaching the third floor, left wing corridor Harry turned around and waited for the staircase to move and leave an open path. Normally when the staircases moved a railing would be added or removed during the process.
The only place it didn't was on the third-floor left wing side. A notice-me-not spell engraved within the stone prevented anyone from noticing this truth. Stepping forward Harry swan dived off the edge just as said stairs moved out of the way. All eyes unaware of him, effect by the secrets magical pull.
This was the secret entrance to Hogwarts's greatest treasure. The heart of the school. Hogwarts herself.
Free falling Harry let the magics of the school catch him and let it gently grab and slowly place him down on the floor of the abyss. Looking around in the darkness Harry smiled. This was as deep as one could go within Hogwarts without actually leaving the protective wards. In a manner of minutes, he had traveled nearly as far as it took to reach Hogsmeade Station.
In the center of the darkness a lone light shined. A small sphere no wider then a football was long, just floating there lonely and lazily about five feet from the ground. The sphere was transparent, a shimmering jewel of light, gentle and embarrassing. Even as he closed in on it, the light hummed with a gentle glow.
Inside was a small fairy like creature, no taller than three inches in height and taunting a flawless hourglass figure. The silver fairy-like entity had four wings that looked almost withered and sickly sprouting from her featureless yet flawless body. A gentle blue glow hummed around her weakly sustained only by the sphere around her.
Harry felt tears fall painfully down his face, tears he didn't know he still had. His heart cried out in pain at what he saw, for this was the manifestation of Hogwarts, her will and magic given form, a direct parallel to the school's health and power. It was this that made Hogwarts different from every other school, from any other castle with magic. It was this entity, this consciousness of magic made real that meant the world to so many who entered here and why so many misfortunes befell her.
Harry remembered how she flew daintily, glowing brilliantly in a sphere of magic that radiated out from her, happily without care. Her wings stretching out beyond her magic protections as she sought out to guide those that welcomed her aid.
Harry just stood looking painfully at her, weak and trapped form.
"Ad gratiam dei. How could this have happened?" Harry tearfully asked.
His hands passed through the orb that surrounded her and he was able to gently remove her from it. She was cold to the touch; the glow gave off no heat at all, any warmth a chilly void. Harry looked up and around him. What had caused this to happen. Was the school always like this? What changed to allow this to happen. Even as a ruined mess, the school's heart was full of life and power. Now it was the exact opposite, the school was whole but dead inside.
The school was filled with powerful magic, yet Hogwarts itself felt empty to him. Now within his hand was the answer as to why it felt so... soulless. Hogwarts was suffering and now he was left wondering as to the reason why. What caused, what could have brought such painful, such harm to the most magically prominent school in the world?
Looking down in his hands he placed the weak fairy inside his inner pocket. His body heat seemed to be helping her condition and his radiant magic would help speed her recover. Her silvery skin, sickeningly pale, seemed to glow ever so brighter if but for a moment when his magic fed into her from his own thin frame. Returning to the floating orb he had retrieved her from Harry noticed how artificial it looked.
Whatever it was it was not helping in her recovery. In the mere moments of contact even Harry could tell that a large difference was made. Whatever it was, it was apart of Hogwarts, yet not a part of her.
He had to do something. It wasn't right. Something had brought great harm to Hogwarts and worse had weakened her and her protections.
Walking over to the wall of the open chamber, Harry spoke the password to enter the Slytherin's Snake Pit and just like that an archway appeared, materialized from stone and dark, providing access to Slytherin's common room. At least the means of leaving still worked Harry thought. He remembered doing the same thing with the Gryffindor Password for their common room but had not tried it for the dungeons before.
Returning to his room Harry descended into his trunk and placed the Fairy into a makeshift small bed. Seeing that which represented his very home slump soundly into sleep, her from rising and falling rhythmically eased his worries.
His own presence seemed to do wonders, and once she had recovered enough would certainly gain greater strength in the presence of her students.
No matter what, Harry wouldn't leave her alone to suffer without protection. As he watched the pixie sleep, he tended to his books. Whatever caused Hogwarts herself to regress to such a pitiful state Harry would not allow it to continue.
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And with that, Chapter 6 is done. With this chapter in particular, please give your honest opinions and feelings. This was my first lemon/smut written, and it is a bit old. I'm both curious and interested to hear what you all thought about it.