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Tactical-Magician
I don't even know what Fate Grand Order is.
loki98065
The harem will become quite large only I'm taking my time with it so as not as end up too many characters too soon. There is no great prize this story will end with the player of the CYOA retiring on one of the worlds and there will be no 40k. It simply doesn't make sense to go there, not when he can spend the rest of his life exploring the MCU universe or rule Skyrim as a god-king. This story is a fun adventure there's no real end goal.
Gforce1000's Rule 34 Economy CYOA V 0.4
Part 5
Hogwarts. The Wizarding World.
According to a few of the older students, who often offered advice to us first years like they some sort of wise mentors, the Snakes versus the Loins was the most entertaining match of the year. Mostly because the two houses were rivals with each other and some times didn't mind expressing this mutual loathing with levels of violence here on the pitch. For those of us in Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff what House you were in didn't matter much, but when it came to this sport many of the students suddenly became fanatically loyal to it.
Of course, everyone was looking forward to seeing what Potter could do as his father had been a famous flyer as he was the Boy-Who-Lived. Also, his father had been quite the flyer back in his day, and people had to be wondering if the apple had fallen far from the tree when it came to the son's skill on a boom. I knew that they wouldn't be disappointed.
There were even some bets going on. I'd put money on Harry Potter getting the snitch and then winning the match. Given how many points that the golden ball was worth and Potter's skill, the odds were good so I'd not get much when I won, it wasn't a matter of if, and I wondered if he'd swallow it in this version of events.
Funnily enough, there were also other bets centred around Harry Potter. Like who will snag the young man's heart. I.E be his first girlfriend. I put down Cho Chang of course, which did get me good odds as the two of them didn't even interact at this point, but I had a feeling that those two would hook up, even if it was doomed to failure and it could happen soon given their ages. I might be wrong, but it wasn't as I'd gambled a lot on the matchup.
As for the sport that I'd bet upon the outcome of, I was already starting to enjoy this game. There was something thrilling about watching people speeding around in the air narrowly avoiding gruesome deaths as magical cannonballs flew around trying the knock the players off their brooms and the fact that it wasn't children up there made me feel better about all of this.
The chasers were insanely fast, blurs of motion as they tried to score while never holding on to the ball for long as they kept passing it between them in order to confuse any opposing players who were trying to prevent them from scoring.
Watching this sport on a TV screen or even at the cinema just wasn't the same thing as seeing it happen in real life. There was a sense of danger and excitement when it was a live show that you just didn't get when you knew that it was going to end a family-friendly way. Reality could be much more gruesome.
Part of me wanted to see someone get hurt and I think everyone around me did as well. They, well we, were a bloodthirsty lot if they/we wanted to see their follow wand wavers get horribly maimed or killed during a sporting event. Sure very few people had actually gotten too badly hurt while playing this game over the centuries, but many folks did get hurt or missing for a few months, so you'd think that the Ministry would ban the sport on the grounds of public safety.
Then again the wizards of this world might just bounce when the hit the ground and seemed to be more durable than normal humans so perhaps I was worrying too much, and maybe it wasn't as bloodthirsty as it might seem. I knew from the books and movies that Harry would fall off his broom a few times and never do more than break his arm.
If the sequence of events for next year stayed on track we'd get our wish as Potter should break something due to the rogue bludger that Dobby the House Elf messes with. Although I did have to wonder if Lockhart would screw up the spell again, if he didn't Potter wouldn't even need to go to the hospital wing.
Broom flying magic-users whisked past my head and I flinched for a second before standing up to get a better view. I wanted to keep an eye of Potter in case he got injured before he won the match. The young hero had to get the snitch or I was going to lose some money.
Besides Dumbledore was here so I doubted that Qurrilmort would try anything so I could just stand here and enjoy the game.
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Hogwarts. The Wizarding World.
Hermione Granger wasn't a happy witch, she'd imagined that coming to a fancy college one what taught magic would be different than a normal school. Bullying was less of an issue here than it had been in High School, but only because outside of the classrooms she might as well not exist. It was partly her own fault, it didn't help that she spent so much time in the library. She should make some attempt to connect with her peers outside of correcting them in class.
If it weren't for the fact that she was leaning real magic she would drop out and try her luck with some muggle college. Only the exploration of her magical talents had started to lose something the more time she spent in the magical world. She'd started to wonder if it was at all worthwhile learning such arts if she was going to have to live in a society that would treat her as a second class citizen just because she didn't have ancestors who could magic.
You'd think that a society that was made up of magic users would have more thrilling prospects for a career than a low-level government desk job or retail, she might get a teaching job, or maybe something to do with research, but she could have those sort of careers in the muggle world. Perhaps she should just hire a tutor for the magic and devote her time to a muggle career.
She wanted something a bit more meaningful than being a dentist, her parents chosen profession had always seemed dull to her, but perhaps she could try medical school. Becoming Doctor Granger was an idea that held some appeal. Yet she couldn't help thinking that she was meant for something else. There had to be more to being a witch than school, getting a job, finding a husband and having some children.
As it turned out she did have an option for something more than the future she worried about. One of those she'd find out about later, for now, she had to worry about actually having a future as a massive creature she recognised as a troll had just turned the corner she'd been heading towards. Had she not been so deep in thought she would have noticed the smell or the sound the creature made as it walked around the school.
She screamed and as she did something exploded, a dung bomb she would later realise, and it distracted the troll long enough for a strong arm to grab her and start pulling her away from the scary creature that was for the moment distracted. Trolls were attracted to bad smells because a large part of their diet was made up of things that had rotted, both plants and animals.
"Come with me if you want to live," said one of her classmates.
Hermione Granger had read more than dry old textbooks during her life, a few adventure books had made it on to her shelves and as she got older a romance novel or two found themselves hidden around her room, not that she'd ever admitted to this. As such, she wasn't totally unfamiliar with the idea of some hero coming along to save the maiden from danger, but unlike in those stories, it would be some time before the young woman realised just how romantic the situation could be considered as there was a big scary troll with a big scary club very close by.
As it turned out the troll wasn't as distracted by the dung bomb as the thrower of them had hoped. Perhaps the lack of any rotting organic matter for it to chow down on had gotten the creature upset. That sure would explain its attitude.
"Run!" the male voice ordered.
As they legged it the young wizard, whose name Hermione would remember later, fired off some spells. Not directly at the troll, as there was no way a single first-year student could overpower a troll with magic, rather he blasted the floor with something that caused it to get all slippy.
Some part of Hermione's mind thought this was a great time to inform the rest of her that this had to be The Freezing Spell (Glacius) which was a charm that froze a target with icy-cold air created from the tip of the wand. This, in turn, could freeze water, extinguish fires, and cool off Fire Dwelling Salamanders. Someone new to magic wouldn't be able to freeze someone or cool off a creature connected to the element of fire, but making the cold stone floors of a castle somewhere in Scotland during the month of October become very slippery with ice didn't take much effort.
The effect on the troll was almost comical and would have been for a passive observer. The troll would fall only to try getting up again and then slip on the next patch of ice. The only reason that they didn't leave the creature far behind was that it ended up sliding down the corridor with enough force to knock some stones loose.
Just when the two students made it around a corner the troll hit the wall so hard it rocked a big statue causing to it almost topple over, and this seemed to give the wizard an idea as he summoned the statue towards him, but because it was so big and because of where the troll was lying in the way the shaped piece of marble ended up pinning the troll in place long enough for some of the staff to turn up.
"My goodness!" yelled Professor McGonagall "What happened here".
Before Hermione could open her mouth. James Twycross, she'd just remembered the name of the young wizard, explained that he'd been taking a walk when he found the troll and Hermoine. He then reported that he'd tried to distract the troll before they'd begun running away, and how he'd frozen the floor leading to the troll crashing into the wall.
"The beast has just been knocked out," said Professor Dumbledore "We'll return it to the Forbidden Forest where it belongs. You two will report to Madam Prompherey for a quick check-up before turning in for the night".
There was no debate on the matter and soon the two students headed for the hospital wing.
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Hogwarts. Wizarding World.
"So she's not your girlfriend?" I was asked.
As you might expect Hermione Granger had started to take great interest in me and my life. Not surprising considering that I'd saved her life by just happening to be in the right place at the right time, as far as most people knew, and I'd avoided getting into trouble by not being at the feast when everyone was informed about the troll.
The fact that I hung out in the library quite a lot meant that it wasn't hard for the young witch to come and find me, and Raven was off doing some extracurricular activity. She'd become part of The Charms Club, which was a club here at Hogwarts College of Witchcraft and Wizardry in which the members presumably discuss Charms and perhaps learn Charms that would not be taught in class.
"Rachel and I have an arrangement" I replied, "It's not something I can share with someone I barely know".
She didn't take the hint so I did tell her a little more.
"Rachel and I were at the orphanage together," I told the bushy-haired Emma Watson lookalike "and she knows things about me that other people don't. Stuff that I can't tell anyone else because they don't have Occlumency".
As soon as I mentioned it she just had to ask for more information so I explained that Occlumency is the act of magically protecting one's mind
"It is an ancient art and has existed since at least medieval times" I explained, "It can prevent a Legilimens from accessing one's thoughts and feelings".
This lead to me explaining about Legilimeny.
"I have books on both subjects at home," I told her "The Twycross family library is a big collection you can come over and read in there if you like".
You didn't have to be in Ravenclaw House to know why I'd mentioned that last part.
"What's it's like having your own library" I was asked.
I knew how to answer that question.
"If you've ever seen Beauty and the Beast then you can picture it" I replied.
She actually zoned out for a few moments. I was surprised that she didn't drool a little.
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Hogwarts. Wizarding World.
"I made the paper yet again," I told Rachel at another breakfast.
This time I was getting a Special Award for Services to the School award, which was is a trophy awarded to Hogwarts students who do outstanding accomplishments that benefit the school. Made sense since my heroic act of preventing a bright young witch from getting squashed did benefit the school. If nothing else we needed to stop the class sizes from becoming even smaller.
My heroism was mentioned in the paper by Rita Skeeter, who must have a spy inside the college and the Ministry. Once again I'd been portrayed as the hero with the tragic background, and I couldn't help noticing all the looks I got from the girls. No doubt they knew a winner when they saw one and success was attractive.
"Do trolls count as superpowered crooks?" I asked.
I well remembered the last time we'd have a short conversation like this and she'd let me know that she wouldn't be impressed until I'd defeated some more bad guys.
"Yes," she allowed "But you still have some way to go if you want me to be impressed".
For some reason, her approval meant far more to me than awards and cash prizes, I'd gotten very attached to her very quickly despite her having been given to me by the CYOA.
"It's not even Christmas," I said.
Who knows what I'd get done before the end of the school year. There were plenty of more dark wizards and creatures out there that I could deal with should I find a way to. Raven wouldn't go out and kill them, but there were other ways to handle them. I could inform the Ministry that Barty Crouch Senior was hiding his son at home. No one would believe it, but if someone bothered to check they'd find him and likely give him The Kiss as well.
Not that there was any real rush and a tip-off wouldn't earn me any prises and I rather like the idea of getting more gold from the Ministry, and I couldn't take credit because there should be no way for me to know about Crouch Jr not having died in Azkaban. So he could stay hidden away while I came up with some ideas of how to make myself more impressive. But that would have to wait until later as today I had a date.
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Hogsmeade Village. Scotland. The Wizarding World.
"Hogsmeade is the only entirely Wizarding village in Britain," Hermione was needlessly explaining as we walked into the village "according to history it was founded over a thousand years ago, around the same time as Hogwarts, by a Wizard called Hengist of Woodcroft who was fleeing persecution by the Muggles"
I was discovering that when Hermione didn't know how to act she went back to her default setting of know-it-all bookworm whose mouth spewed nothing but facts and expressed no opinions of its own. It was rather amusing even if I'd rather she had views of her own and feel free to express them. My consorts not only needed to be able to advise me I would also need them to act on their own sometimes as I couldn't be in two places at once.
"Hermione, I do know all of this" I assured the girl "I to have read Hogwarts: A History".
She blushed and apologised.
"Sorry I babble when I'm nervous and it drives everyone mad...".
I had already discovered that kissing is a good way to shut Hermione up so kissed her quickly in order to make her stop babbling. I'd of thought that it would make her even more nervous what with it being in pubic an all but for some reason she actually found it extremely relaxing, perhaps because it seemed to make her mind power down somewhat as she enjoyed the feelings the kissing caused in her. She seemed starved for physical affection. I had to wonder if her parents had been emotionally distant while he'd been growing up or of this was due to a lack of any friends.
Walking gloved hand in gloved hand the two of us passed by a news-stand that sold Wizarding magazines along with a few Muggle papers, but only when the students were here I suspected as I didn't think any Muggleborns actually lived in Hogsmeade, or if they did they were very good at blending in. Given the styles of dress around here, I figured that only the students seemed to have any connection the Muggle world. Perhaps Hogsmede was just where the purebloods who didn't have the money for big fancy homes came to live. This left me wondering where the muggle-borns and half-bloods who liked the muggle world went to live. Did they live in the Muggle world, careful to hide their magic from the neighbours?
"They're still on about that break-in at Gringotts" Hermoine mentioned while looking at the wizarding papers "You'd think they'd have let it go".
I suspected the Rita Skeeter kept going back to this unsolved mystery because she liked to show how useless the Ministry could be.
"No need to worry" I assured the clever young woman "The thief will never get their hands on what was in that vault".
While I felt sure that by now Harry Potter and his Weasel sidekick must know that something important had been brought to the college and that the Three-Headed Dog must be guarding it, they wouldn't have figured out more than that without the aid of Hermione who didn't interact with them much in this timeline.
It might seem wrong to deprive them of the smart girl as that might get them killed, but it may cause them to actually start doing their own thinking. If I had the means I'd separate the Chosen One from his Weasel sidekick in the hopes of him making a friend who'd encourage him to learn rather than just do the bare minimum amount of work while finding ways to do nothing important between classes. Maybe starting the DA next year would be a good idea, once people began to realise how useless Lockwart was and I'd had time to learn some more spells.
"You seem very sure of that" my date commented.
Since I'd seen all this play out I wasn't worried about Voldemort returning any time soon.
"I know things, more than just what that Cerberus is guarding," I said trying to explain without giving to much away "but if people found out that I knew as much as I do then I'd be in the Department Of Mysteries having my brain put into a jar".
Raven had warned me of that while teaching me to defend my mind. As for the brain in jar thing that was unlikely to happen as even if anyone did question me about what I knew I'd just tell that I'd been fibbing somewhat so as to impress a girl. That would be far easier for people to believe than the truth.
"You can trust me" assured the young woman at my side.
I wasn't sure of that. Hermione put far too much faith in authority figures, I assumed her muggle teachers had done their best to protect her from bullies and such, but I was far more jaded about people who had positions of authority over me.
"It isn't just about trust." I replied, "I can't tell you everything because it's not safe. Until you learn to clear your mind anyone can simply read your thoughts and learn things I don't want them to do know".
Hermione seemed to grab onto me as if she was afraid I'd leave. Not physically leave her but bring about some emotional distance between us. The poor girl must be so lonely, and here I was thinking about how to use that to bring her under my control or at least more under my influence. I felt a bit bad about that but I comforted myself with the knowledge that at least when she was finally fully my control she would be safer with me, that she'd finally have someone in her life who would encourage her to use her talents and explore her full potential rather than try to keep her down like the Weasel boy. How she could ever fall in love with that person was something I'd never understand.
Wrapped up as were, as we happened to be in Scotland during winter, we couldn't share our body heat but judging by hard Hermione was holding on me she seemed to want to try. She wouldn't be the first overly clingy girlfriend I'd had to deal with. Not that she was my girlfriend as I didn't think consorts counted as girlfriends.
"I know its silly but can we go to Madam Puddifoot's later?" she requested.
Madam Puddifoot's was a small, tea shop with the kind of decor that made most men worry about losing their manhood when simply passing the place by. I would happily watch the place burn down, but Hermione seemed what of a romantic once you got past her emotional defences, not that getting passed them had been much work.
Only a boy totally in love, or one hoping to get laid, would ever go there. The idea of going there with Hermione made me want to apparate as far away as possible, not that I knew how to. However as much as the idea of going there repulsed me it would help me win over the young Miss Granger over, and I do so want her in my harem. If nothing else it would be good to have someone to share the research workload with.
"Maybe later it's not even lunchtime yet," I said by way of an answer "tea and cakes sound like something we should do last of all".
Since this seemed like an odd thing for Miss Granger to request we do I had to ask about it.
"I never thought you'd want to a place like Madam Puddifoot?" I commented "it's so …... pink"
Which was the nicest thing I could say about the palace which to be fair I'd never actually seen but I'd heard the stories from other students which had alone had enough to put me off the place even if I hadn't passed it buy and smelled it.
"Come on, Rachel must have wanted to drag you there" replied the teenage girl "Where is your, not a girlfriend, today anyway?".
Raven might say that she was okay with me adding to my harem, but it seemed wise to give her space and she had plenty of things to study that interested her. I only told Hermione about studying.
"I've never been on a date" she explained looking a little embarrassed "I always felt that the boys I knew were too immature".
Her being socially awkward didn't help either.
"I guess I am mature for my age," I said.
Mostly because I was older than my physical body.
"More than that your handsome, brave, rich, powerful and lots of girls want you," said Hermione "and me well I'm just a bookworm".
I was handsome because I'd made myself handsome using the CYOA. I wasn't brave so much as I was a good planner, I wasn't powerful in terms of magic, and the only reason girls wanted me was due to my wealth and my growing fame.
Since the last thing I needed was consort with self-esteem problems I decided it would be wise to stroke her ego for a change.
"Your not just a bookworm. I'm a Ravenclaw I know my bookworms," I told my date "You're intelligent, and attractive as well. Oh and your ass looks great in those jeans you sometimes wear".
She blushed yet again and she also couldn't help but smile.
"Besides you know lots of ways to tell me I'm awesome" I went on to say "Guys want a girl to stroke their egos, or at least I do" I admitted.
To be fair it might just be me. My ego had never been well nurtured until I started the CYOA, thus I desired more praise.
"Oh I can do that," she teased "your most certainly the most powerful Wizard ever. Not even You-Know-Who himself could possible stand up to you".
She might have carried on joking like that only she suddenly changed the subject
"I need to do some clothes shopping" she mentioned.
This was not something I wished to endure.
"Fine" I replied, "but you better do something for me if I have to spend an hour or so sitting about while you finally find the right outfit".
She blushed again, it was cute.
"I'm not that sort of girl, James" protested Hermione "I only a kiss on the first date".
We'd already snogged so I wasn't having that, but my date kept talking.
"Oh we need to stop by the book store" mentioned Hermione "I need a new copy of Spellman's Syllabary it contains..."
I had no idea what she said next as it was far beyond my comprehension so as we started to shop I zoned out, remembering to make agreeable noises every so often. I'd try to take things beyond kissing later on, and it if didn't work there was always after Xmas. I didn't think Hermione was going to drop out even if she had mentioned thinking about it.
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Knockturn Alley. Wizarding World.
Raven, or Rachel Roth as she was known here, had mostly been enjoying herself in this new life ever since she'd agreed to be part of someone's harem. This might seem to be an odd thing for anyone to do, but she had her reasons. No longer being the puppet of her demonic father, that was the main reason and while she'd given up a lot to protect her world and her friends, the price hadn't been too bad. It could have been much worse and she still wouldn't have regretted it.
She was on an adventure, seeing a world that until now had only existed for her in the pages of a book, even if it didn't match the stories, and she'd see more, as for the whole harem thing it wasn't as bad as she'd imagined, the man who pretty much owned her had made his consort and companion rather than a sex slave. The big difference was that she wasn't treated as property. James treated her well, sought her advice and clearly valued her opinions.
It hadn't all been smooth sailing. Things had started off rather poorly what with her being stuck in an orphanage, and for a time she had worried that her skills with magic would draw too much attention to her. It had, but she'd been able to make it look as if she was just very talented in charms so only her Head of House paid her any extra attention.
At least things with the troll had gone well. Raven had been nearby in case things went wrong, but she hadn't needed to get involved, and she'd remained unseen during the incident, having long ago learned to conceal her presence. She wasn't happy about James trying to add to his harem, but she'd known what she was signing up for it a very literal way.
Now that the school term had ended Raven had begun to relax, expecting a peaceful time that could be spent with light reading, meditation and perhaps some fun in the bedroom, something she was rather fond of having. However not long after they'd left the school James had brought them both out and not to a nice place to visit.
Not that Raven minded following her lover around she should be at his side so that she could advise and protect him if needs be. If she was going to be his chief consort and second in command, once the group got large enough to for the need of a clear chain of command, then she would do a good job of it. At least that way she could ensure that the group did some good in the worlds that they visited which was her friends would try to do if they were in her place.
While it was a Saturday afternoon on a day very near to Christmas this part of London wasn't very busy or festive in appearance aside from having clumps of snow around, and that was no surprise to the former Teen Titan as this street was not a Christmas sort of place. During its time it had gained a nasty reputation which had reached Raven's ears not long after she'd first visited Diagon Alley, not that she'd needed to hear it since she'd read the Harry Potter books more times than she'd care to admit.
What didn't help with the ally's reputation was that the wizards and other people who were hanging around in this street were behaving fairly suspiciously as well. This didn't seem right as most of the stores in this street weren't really that dark or dodgy. However, some of the stuff for sale here did fit in with the alley's reputation for darkness, items that worried her included, shrunken heads, poisonous candles, bones that had come from humans, and Flesh-Eating Slug Repellent. Which seemed like a needlessly cruel way to deal with slugs.
The fact that the alley was shady, in terms of having a lot of shade due to the tall buildings and its narrowness, also added to the impression. Not that the witch minded this as she'd never been a big lover of sunshine. She sunburned rather easily due to how pale she'd always been so when she and her friends had ventured to the park she'd often find herself making use of shade offered by a tree.
As with Diagon Alley, Knockturn Alley was not directly accessible from the Muggle world. The Leaky Cauldron pub provided one access (via Diagon Alley), while Apparition and Floo powder were other access options. They'd gotten here via the Leaky Cauldron having flooed here from Twycross Manor a short time ago.
There were many stores in this street than expected, Raven was now noticing, and as she had noted before not all of them seemed dark in any way. She saw a place called Beard Trimming, which had to be a barbershop. Also, there was a business that was aimed towards those who wished to place wagers on various events, this was not criminal or evil even if she didn't approve of gambling. Chimney sweeping elves could also be hired by someone if they were in this street.
Some of the businesses here were dark or at least morbid. Cobb & Webb's, a shop that sold items related to Dark Arts, was one such place. Also, there was The Coffin House, a shop that sold Dark Arts materials related to raising the dead, which Raven did greatly disprove of since necromancy was a forbidden art of magic for good reason.
The young witch also saw a placed called Dystyl Phaelanges, which was a shop that sold bones of many different kinds. A Wizards Undertakers & Embalmers, a funeral home, which while not bad in anyway it wasn't the kind of place you wanted next to your ice cream parlour. Fledermaus and Tanner Bats & Skins, which made things from bat leather it could be assumed as well as from other creatures. She felt sure that Batman would not be amused by such a business.
There was bound to be much more, but for now, James had this eye on only one place, a store called Borgin and Burkes. Already Raven knew that it was an antique shop located at 13B, Knockturn Alley, as she could see its address, and she knew that it was owned by a Mr Borgin and Mr Burke. She doubted that any women worked here or regularly visited the place as it very much lacked any feminine touch. Not that she generally thought in such terms but she did think that the shop could do with a good dusting.
Upon entering the shop the two people from other realities began to look around while being careful not to touch things. Raven soon saw a glass case nearby which held a withered hand that sat on a cushion, she knew better than to touch it. She also saw a blood-stained pack of cards, some sort of cursed item she figured, and a staring glass eye, which seemed to follow them as they moved around the shopfloor, actually in a sense it did, the eye turned to track them as they moved.
While still looking around Rachel spotted some evil-looking masks that stared down from the walls, as well as an assortment of human bones that lay upon the counter, and a number rusty, spiked instruments that hung from the ceiling, some of which she knew both the names of and the uses for having read of them, none of which were pleasant.
One dangerous item that the shop had for sale that caught Raven's keen eye was an Opal Necklace that had been on display in the front window. This necklace had a label, which had said: "Do not Touch! Cursed. Has claimed the lives of nineteen Muggle owners to date". She wondered if this was the same necklace that nearly kills one of the students in the Half-Blood Prince book. She considered buying it if only contain or somehow destroy it, but given how many other cursed objects there were around here buying one really wouldn't make a difference.
"This is what we're here for," James told his consort.
What they'd come for was the other part of pair of Vanishing Cabinets, which were magical objects that could act as a passage between two places. Objects placed in one cabinet or people who step into them will appear in the other regardless of distance. The cabinets seem to ward off all known defensive spells, as in the books Raven had just been thinking about they were successfully used to transport several Death Eaters from Borgin and Burkes into Hogwarts School, this was important as James wanted to use them to move between his home and the school while also ensuring that the Death Eaters could not use them to bypass the school's defences.
"I believe that I've found the twin to this cabinet" James was now saying to Mr Borgin or Mr Burke "I'd like the one I have repaired before buying yours".
With a call to Rooby, House Elves could also get around Hogwarts defences which something no Death Eater seemed to have realised, the cabinet that needed fixing appeared in the shop having been brought here from the college.
"Oh yes," said either Borgin or Burke "I can fix this, for a price".
Gold wasn't a concern when compared to the safety of the school but James bartered in any case, for the sake of appearances, and once a sum was agreed upon, as well as time for pick up, they soon left the store. Neither of them wanted to stay for long in this place of business.
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Twycross Manor. The Wizarding World.
I sat back on the couch and started at Raven for a few moments as she walked into the living room while wearing only one of my t-shirts which only just covered her pussy as there wasn't much of a height difference between us. I knew that she wasn't wearing any underwear as she didn't wear any to bed whenever we slept together. We didn't share a bed every night so I suspected that Raven was keeping her distance when a certain part of her body was closed for business so to say.
Clearly, that wasn't something she needed to worry about this night and I could tell by her smirk that she wanted sex. She didn't need to more than smirk at me to signal this and most of the time simply getting into bed with me was more than enough to make me want her.
This time things were different. Rachel made her intentions very clear by bending over the arm of the couch before telling me her butt was on offer as Xmas present. She didn't have any money that I didn't give her as even the loot from the Room of Requirement was mine, she was happy to leave concerns about my money for me to deal with, but this did mean she had no cash to buy things for me that I wouldn't be paying for so she'd come up the idea of offering up her last virgin hole.
"I did some spellwork so feel free to just enjoy yourself" she invited "No need to worry about pain or hygiene, it's just something for you to have fun with".
As I moved to get behind her Raven looked back at me over her shoulder, with the hint of an excited grin on her face. I slapped her ass a few times, causing more sound than I did any pain. Raven had gotten used to me striking her backside during foreplay. She'd been a bit surprised the first few times and now it made her smile. She'd figured out how much of an ass guy I was and more than once she'd rubbed her backside up against me while in bed together, and then started acting surprised when I wanted to fuck her. She was an empath so she knew exactly what got me going even if she couldn't always see my erection.
"You're a bad girl," I said.
She never protested me calling that.
"Well I was pretty much the anti-christ if you think about it" she replied, "I was born to bring about the end of the world".
A fair point and clearly a good reason to spank a few more time, not that I really needed a reason.
"I made the lube myself," she told me "It's amazing what you can find in the Restricted Section".
How Raven had gotten a pass to that part of the school library I didn't know, but the news didn't surprise me and right now it didn't matter as I was far too focused on the pleasure I was about to feel as I pressed the tip of my cock gently against her puckered anus.
"MMMMMMMM" Raven hummed.
My dick was soon inside her backdoor, and it was even tighter than her cunt.
"Does that feel good, Raven?" I asked
I hadn't yet started fucking her.
"Yes…" she whispered.
I didn't think she was lying.
"Do you want me to fuck your ass?" I asked, "Beg like a good girl".
She did as I wished.
"I want you to fuck my ass, Sir" she pleaded "Please, fuck my ass!"
Upon hearing that I grabbed hold of her hips more firmly and pushed forward so that all my cock was now deep inside her.
"UUUUUUUUHHHHHHHH!" Raven moaned.
She must have done something to herself as she took the pain like a champ, going as far as to encourage me to fuck her harder.
"Oh yes fuck my ass!" Raven yelled as I began to enjoy my present.
I tightened my grip on her hips to the point that I might leave bruises and started pounding her ass mercilessly, and it felt so dam good that soon I reached a point where I had to worry about cumming too soon. I actually stopped because I didn't want this to be over too soon.
"You okay?" my consort asked.
I admitted to her that I might finish too soon.
"Don't worry about it," she said, "I don't think anal sex is supposed to last for now and my butt is your gift tonight so we can do it again. The spells will last awhile".
After raising my hand I brought it down with a resounding {CRACK} smacking Raven's ass almost too hard as this was meant to be fun, not something sadistic, and Raven's ass squeezed tighter pushing me passed the point of no return as I started to fill her butt with the sticky stuff.
"Okay that wasn't so bad," the former Teen Titan said.
I slapped her ass again and she moaned. Not for the first time I figured that compared to getting into fights with supervillains which could result in death, me spanking her must barely register. If anything she seemed to be enjoying more as time went by.
"Go clean up" I ordered, "I'll want to fuck your ass again before I go to sleep".
Raven smirked at me again before going off.
"Yes, sir," she said.
My life was good.
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St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. Wizarding World.
This place was a wizarding hospital located in London, England. It was founded by famous Healer Mungo Bonham in the 1600s and while it was an important location not many wizards or witches even knew about it until after they left school as residents of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry that are injured at school are usually treated in the Hospital Wing by Madam Pomfrey, the school matron. However, some cases are serious enough that the individual must be sent to St Mungo's Hospital for more advanced treatment.
It appeared that the hospital served the entire wizarding population of Great Britain. However while that the "department store" building housing the hospital may be relatively small, this is not an indication of the true capacity of a magical building. For all, I knew it was the same size as the largest of muggle hospitals and it wasn't as if the magical humans of this world had a big population to worry about.
"Mr Twycross," said the witch at the front desk "I'm glad you are here we never got a chance to thank you for your donation".
Between my trust fund, the money I'd made recently selling off the junk in the Room of Requirement, the cash reward along with my Order of Merlin, and the stash of gold I'd found in Twycross Manor, money my parents in this life must have been intending to use to help start a new life elsewhere, I had more than enough to make a small donation to the hospital, which I'd done rather than waste money on presents and other Xmas stuff. The amount donated wouldn't be much compared to what the likes of Lucius Malfoy could give, but it was nice to something for others and it wasn't as if we'd come close to finally clearing out the Room of Requirement. Besides there was only so much gold we'd be able to carry with us when we left this world.
"Think nothing of it" I replied, "and I don't want a fuss made. I know how busy hospitals can get this time of year".
In the Muggle world, I knew that people trying to kill themselves around this time of the year was a big concern for medical types, as well as domestic violence. In the Wizarding World family feuds and drunken idiots with magical powers caused problems for the hospital and when the healers had so many to deal with a bit more in the budget would be very welcome.
"You didn't tell me about this" Raven said.
It had been mentioned in the papers, although more towards the back. Charity is important, but it doesn't sell papers like an ongoing love scandal involving a Ministry of Magic employee and a member of the Wyrd Sisters band.
"I don't care much for Christmas because of how commercial it is and because it never lives up to the hype," I said, "But that doesn't mean I don't think about the part of it that matters, like the giving to others and goodwill for all mankind".
Okay so I'd partly done it so I'd have a reason to visit the hospital and check on Sirus Black, and because doing this sort of thing met with Raven's approval. I also wanted to leave my impact on this world so that it wouldn't forget me any time soon. Something I was doing a good job of so far. Plus giving to a charity did make me good about myself.
"I know this isn't the best of times," I said the witch at the front desk "But would it be okay if I quickly visited Sirus Black?".
He was recovering from his wrongful imprisonment while here.
"As long as its a quick visit," said the witch "Mr Black is doing well mentally, very well considering, but we don't want him getting upset".
The witch didn't go into more details as she took us to Black's room as there was such thing as patient confidentiality, and what she had told us wasn't a betrayal of that since it had been mentioned in the papers that he was recovering well despite this ordeal so what she had told us was public knowledge.
When we got into his room Raven and I kept things brief as I just wanted to remind him that I'd been the one to really free him so that he remember me if I ever needed a favour from him, which I would do if I ever wanted to get my hands on a certain locket. I didn't yet know if I'd ever join the Order of the Phoneix, but there was more chance of me getting to infiltrate that group if they saw me as one of the good guys and that meant showing concern for people while doing nice things. Having the power to fight dark wizards would also help, but I could work on that later.