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World 1 - Harry Potter

Part 16

Twycross Manor. Wizarding World.

The last term of school at Hogwarts had gone by with barely a reason for me to sit up and take notice of what was going on around me. With no scary monster prowling around the weeks went by as I worked to further master magic, wandless and otherwise, and between those projects I prepared for the end of year exams. Aside from that, I practised my growing skills during duelling practice and charms club, much to the delight of Professors Black and Flitwick, who were both impressed with my wandless magic when I used it then their classes.

Over time some others had noticed my skill and they'd requested for me to guide them. Since I didn't want to teach something that I didn't fully understand I'd written some guides and then handed out copies to people who were interested. Few of the students would have the patience to properly study the subject so I didn't wish to waste my time. If they did really wish to learn, then my written guide would tell them how to research and learn wandless magic without me needing to help them, not this stopped everyone from requesting my aid.

I took time to relax in the evenings with Raven and Luna, or sometimes just one of them, my witches knew how to keep me interested in them and not just sexually. It helped that my consorts and I could sneak out of the castle whenever we wished. I took them out to see movies, to eat at restaurants, and even to arcades so I could replay video games that I had first played back when I was a child during my old life.

While most of my exam results were average I did very well in Defence, Potions and Charms as aside from them being the only classes I really cared about the teachers of those subjects liked me. Black and Flitwick didn't let favouritism influence the marks they gave out nearly as much as Slughorn did, but humans, or part humans in Flitwick's case, are always a little bias even if they don't mean to be, Raven and Hermione took the top spots, to the surprise of no one at all.

As it turned out the curse on the Defence Against The Dark Arts job did have something to do with the Diadem because Sirus Black had not been sacked, nor had he quit the job. If news of this got back to Voldemort he might wonder about his Horcruxes, but if he was haunting the forests of Albania I doubted that he'd find out about it any time soon and even if he did Raven and I would be hunting down his Death Eaters over the summer so he'd have bigger issues to worry about.

At the end of the year, Luna and Hermione went off to do things with their families, Luna having acquired that Stepmother she'd been planning on, or would soon once her father remarried. I'd wisely decided not to involve myself, as I wanted as little to do as possible with any Lovegood family drama for the sake of my sanity. I'd tasted what they thought of as refreshment for guests as such I didn't want to know what they would serve at a party should they ever host one. Besides anyone marrying into that family had to be even crazier than Luna's father.

Upon returning home to the manor I'd decided to find ways to amuse myself that didn't involve any sort of learning, and since I had a sexy consort it was she who had to keep me happy, to this end I'd tied her to my four-poster bed, something she could easily escape from with her powers, and then I'd gagged her before blindfolded her with conjured up materials that should fade before long, but not too soon.

Then I'd take one of Raven's scented candles, the magical ones didn't melt the wax and I wanted the wax because I dripping it on my consort's naked body. I was impressed by her self-control and willingness to please because she could stop me without even meaning to given her powers. Yet, while she whimpered and squirmed about, she endured. Some of that had to do with her enjoying it whenever it was just the two of us, but this was also proof of her love and devotion.

The red wax was by now covering much of her front, with a lot on her breasts, not that this stopped me as I'd avoided her cunt. I knew that when I moved down there I'd get more a reaction as I began to cover her most sensitive part. I moved the candle down there and I heard Raven scream into her gag. Despite her reaction, I wasn't worried about hurting her too much as a scream of real pain would have sounded very different, that had been more a scream of surprise.

Raven did her best to shelter her poor pussy from the hot wax, only this turned out be a pointless effort as the hot wax touched her thighs instead and caused her to squeal some more. She couldn't move much and since she couldn't see me the poor witch couldn't do much to protect her poor fuckhole when I made it my target. I got her to make some very interesting noises before I finally had enough fun tormenting the poor spellcaster.

Once I was done vanished the conjured robes, sending them back into the non-existence from whence they came, as soon as Raven was free she lept at me, but not to attack, rather she wanted some kissing. Our lips met I could not resist grabbing her butt and giving her cheeks a nice squeeze. For once her backside had avoided any attention and this was odd for me as the former Teen Titan's sexy bottom often got my attention.

"That was really intense" Raven commented as she used her powers to get rid of the wax on her body "I felt so helpless, but I trust you so it was really a lot of fun".

I was still feeling up her ass as she spoke.

"What do you want to ..." she said

I gave that part of her body that I liked the most, a good hard slap and that prevented her from finishing her sentence. When she could speak again, she asked me to spank her some more, her voice was full of pleading. Not that I needed much in the way of encouragement.

"Spank me hard" she begged.

Raven moaned as I did just that and then she actually giggled, which was unlike her, as I pulled her naked body over my lap. I continued to smack her behind, and while that was happening, she was not still at all, and could no doubt feel my erection poking her. Raven was not into pain, not normally, but right now she seemed to want me to hurt her or at least dominate her.

"SPANK ME HARDER I'VE BEEN A BAD GIRL!" she yelled.

Since there was no reason for me not to I spanked her really hard and Raven didn't protest. She never requested that I stop no matter how hard I slapped her backside, but soon I did as my hand was starting to hurt. She had an impressive tolerance for this sort of thing.

"Wow, that was intense," my chief consort remarked as I rubbed her poor backside, "I won't be sitting down for a while. I've never felt so dominated".

Never once had I failed to enjoy spanking Raven, she had a butt made for the activity and despite a couple of tears, that she'd shed during the spanking, the magic-user had a smile on her face. I'd started to wonder if this had been some sort of release for her. Despite having lived with Raven for nearly two years she was sometimes a mystery to me.

"I think it got you in the mood" she then added.

That fact was hard to miss as I was poking her right now, my hardon was impossible to miss since I was wearing only a pair of boxers.

"Are you up for it?" I asked her "You might need to rest".

That didn't seem to concern her.

"I will want some sex, just later," Raven said while getting my cock out "First I'm going to show you how much of a good girl I really am".

She leaned down and let her mouth engulf my member and she started to suck with great enthusiasm. Raven then pulled away from my cock for a second and looked up at me in a way that made me want to be inside her even more than I already did. Only she went right back to sucking me off, and since she'd had quite a bit of practice at this she knew how to get me cumming in her mouth before long.

"Well you might have eaten, but I haven't," I said once we were done "We should go have dinner".

Suddenly my stomach felt very empty.

"We have food here," said Raven "The House Elves will cook if you want something more than a late-night snack".

That was the case, but what was the point of being able to teleport if you couldn't go out for a takeaway when the mood took you.

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Egypt. Wizarding World.

Every nation in the world seemed to have a magical shopping centre. London's Diagon Ally and the Place Cachée in Paris were two examples, but neither of them was an outdoor market such as the magical market here in Cario. Upon first glance it could easily be mistaken for one of the muggle run markets outside of the magical district of Cario, only once you saw what was for sale did you realise that the good here on offer were meant for spellcasters.

In Europe potions were kept in bottles made of glass or crystals, here they were stored in tiny stone urns and had ancient symbols carved upon them rather than labels. Language Lozenges taken a week before we'd arrived here, allowed Raven and I to understand the modern form of Egyptian speech (Egyptian Colloquial Arabic or Masri as it was called) but Ancient Egyptian could only be read not spoken and Language Lozenges didn't teach you to read and write in the languages you learned. Magic, even fanon magic, had its limits, as such, we had no idea what as in those bottles without having to yell over the sound of other shoppers, and little desire to find out.

Since wooden wands were a Europen invention (something to do with the Celtic wizards using staffs made from wand quality wood I figured), modern-day members of the magical world, here in this country mostly used hand gestures, with some wand magic mixed, but as their ancestors had they sometimes used talismans. If you were willing to buy one they had magical breeds of scarab beetles that been encashed in jade or gold, or sometimes both, I brought a couple of small ones as your supposed to buy something like that when on holiday even if you never use it. However despite the use of hand gestures and talisman, the earliest wands were believed to come from this land, only they were made from the ivory of certain magical creatures that had symbols carved into them.

As much I wanted to spoil my chief consort, to decorate her with gold and jewels, alas I had to be careful with my limited funds as this holiday was already costing a lot and I had to pay for tours. Not that Raven would mind, getting to see the tombs of the ancient mystics who'd advised the kings of old was worth more to her than any amount of treasure.

Raven and I, we'd both dressed for this culture and climate, I even a had a fez as fezes are cool. Not on me as I'd never been a hat person, but I never would have forgiven myself if I'd not purchased one as after all I was a true Doctor Who fan.

It was important for both of us to remember that the Muggle parts of this country were Muslim, this wasn't too bad for me, but women's fashion was more conservative here than Raven was used to. In some ways it was much the same in the magical parts of the UK as well unless you were at Hogwarts, those years were considered to be your wild youth so young woman while attending the college could get away with wearing muggle clothes, not they dressed much to show off given how cold it was in the castle. Here it was hot, but if anything the women exposed less of themselves than back in Wizarding Britain.

While I didn't agree with the social pressures placed on women in this country to conform to certain behaviours, I had to admit that Raven pulled off well wearing the local stuff. Perhaps it was because I could undress her in private whenever I wished meaning that only I got to see her body. She didn't seem to mind as long as we got to explore the local culture.

We were now our way to a tomb so as to do just that, but first, we had to get past its guardian. A creature that had the head of a human and the body of a lion, a Sphinx. From my studies, I knew that Sphinxes are highly intelligent and capable of human speech and are known for their love of puzzles, riddles, and enigmas. When the Ministry of Magic began categorising magical creatures, the Sphinx was placed in the Beast category rather than the Being category due to their violent tendencies Their riddles are normally extremely long and complicated, with profusely subtle references to the answer that most people would almost certainly miss. They also possess superhuman strength, especially in their brutally powerful paws, this makes them very dangerous to human beings and is why they are classed so high in terms of dangerous species.

This sphinx was tame, or at least cooperative as such wouldn't attack anyone, it did have a love of riddles so if we wanted to enter the tomb which had been converted into a museum then we had to answer a riddle.

I am something people love or hate. I change peoples appearances and thoughts. If a person takes care of themself I will go up even higher. To some people, I will fool them. To others, I am a mystery. Some people might want to try and hide me but I will show. No matter how hard people try I will never go down. What am I?

Thankfully we were Ravenclaw students and had to answer a riddle such as this at least once a day when at school.

"Their age," I said.

We were allowed in the tomb, which was much larger on the inside, and had wall to wall coverings in Sanskrit, which Raven understood, the walls explained certain rituals that magic-users such as us could undergo, these were considered dark arts back in the UK as they involved blood and animal sacrifice. However here the rules were different as long as we didn't break any local laws then such rituals could be done.

Raven and I had already been here and we'd learned many things, such as the term the ancient Egyptians used to describe magic which was Heka. This Heka was believed to be a natural force that is present throughout the universe, it was used by the creator to create and animate the world. Perhaps it was. Heka is personified in a god of the same name, who is thought to have predated all creation since the force he personified is what was used to create the world.

Magic was also believed to be available for use by both the gods and certain mortals, the people we labelled witches and wizards back int he UK. While the Egyptians used it mainly as a means to ward off the forces of evil, they also used it for personal gain, to influence others by casting love spells for example or even to cause harm to enemies. However, it was more than a tool to be used by certain people, almost all religious rituals were considered a type of magic.

Healing magic was a speciality of the priests who served Sekhmet, the fearsome goddess of plague, they were high in social status as were modern-day healers such as medi-witches in the magical parts of this country. Lower in status were the scorpion-charmers, who used magic to rid an area of poisonous reptiles and insects. Midwives and nurses also included magic among their skills, and wise women might be consulted about which ghost or deity was causing a person trouble.

Some of these rituals were still going on in modern times even if they didn't have the same spiritual weight as they'd had in the past. Most rituals included the incantation of spells. Spells consisted of two parts, the words to be spoken and the actions to be followed, such as the waving of Tailsmens and hand gestures. Words and names had to be pronounced correctly or things could go wrong, like with wand-waving focus was very important.

Only a small percentage of Egyptians were fully literate, so written magic was the most prestigious kind of all. Private collections of spells were treasured possessions, handed down within families. Protective or healing spells written on papyrus were sometimes folded up and worn on the body. You could buy such spells at the market, but we'd been told by a tour guide that they don't do anything and if there was a way to make them work it had been lost to time.

The ancient Egyptians believed that there are many evil forces that could do harm and damage. These forces could come from demons, angry gods, or even people using black magic and curses. Protection against these forces came in the form of magic rituals, practices and the wearing of amulets to keep them at bay. Some of these amulets and tokens were sold in the markets and only needed to be carried on your person to be effective, I wasn't so sure about them but I'd been able to buy them cheaply enough so that hadn't been much of a drain on my funds and I had plenty of expanded pockets to keep them all in.

Aside from serving as a museum, the tomb contained wizards who could perform some ancient rituals, for a price. Thankfully the one Raven wanted us to take part in wouldn't cost much. Bater was still a thing in Magical Cario and I had some odds and ends taken from the Room of Requirement that while mostly worthless in Britain were much rarer here. One man's rubbish can be another man's riches or something like that.

"Welcome back my young friends," said a local wizard in dirty white robes (made dirty by his work not a lack of personal hygiene) and a purple turban "Have you made up your minds?".

The ritual he offered to perform was technically part of the Dark Arts as it involved drinking blood, mixed with herbs, however, it was done humanely as the mongoose involved was stunned before getting bled, healed and then given a blood replenishing potion so that it suffered no ill effects. Still, this was the sort of magic that wouldn't be mentioned in the books back in Twycross Family Manor. I knew this because I'd looked for such rituals in the past.

As we drank the blood, mixed with herbs, we had to get bitten by a cobra, (which the local wizard could control as Parsalmouths, those who could speak and command snakes, were much more common in other parts of the word) and this resulted in us sharing the mongoose's resistance to snake bites. We wouldn't be immune, many snake bites or the bite for a magical snake could still kill us, but we wouldn't have to worry about handling normal snakes if we wanted to harvest their venom for potions or just not be bit by one hiding in the grass.

Raven and I drank down the blood (I had no idea what vampires saw in this sort of activity) and then while feeling a little stoned because those herbs were not the kind you'd use when making a nice stew, I got bit by a snake and nearly passed out as the world around me became a riot of colours and muffled sounds.

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Egypt. Wizarding World.

"Kind of cool" I commented.

Raven had brought me to one of the tombs that had more recently been broken open and looted of anything of worth by the goblins of Gringotts not so long ago, yet despite stripping it of treasure they were still making money from it by having tourists pay to visit. They charged too much in my view, but at least it was cool inside the final resting place of some Egyptian wizard who'd died thousands of years ago.

By the looks of the skeletons on display, the Curse-Breakers hadn't been the first people to enter this tomb since it was sealed up all those centuries ago. As I'd imagined there were the remains of muggle treasure-hunters who'd been horribly killed by curses meant to defend the tomb. I preferred my more non-lethal wards.

As for Raven, she was far more interesting and trying to read the literal writings on the walls. They told the life story of the ancient wizard who's remains were still within a fancy golden sarcophagus that was inside the tomb. He'd been the adviser of some king, a priest and a mystic, not unexpected since many of the magically defended tombs had been built to house the remains of such men. Before the magical people and creatures of this world separated themselves from the mundane there had been many wizards who'd served great leaders as advisers. For example, Merlin had been Camelot's court sorcerer during King Arthur's rule.

Not everything worth seeing had been removed by the goblins, who cared only for treasures such as gold and jewels, there were some stone tablets that contained incomplete information about spells long lost to wizardkind as well as potions that no one would ever drink again since the tablets had been damaged over time making it uncertain if you had the correct recipe. There were also old rags along with some odds and ends that were supposed to go to the afterlife with the long-dead wizard as his people had believed.

I even saw some petrified snakes, that would have come to life again to bite me if the curses here hadn't been removed by an expert, and the holes in the walls made me wonder if darts tipped with some nasty would have come shooting out certain parts of the walls if the curse-breakers hadn't done their job. There may have even some spikes ready to pop up from the ground and end the lives of treasure hunters at some point.

"Anything interesting?" I asked my consort when I rejoined her.

She no longer seemed that interested in what she was able to read.

"Mostly its a record of the most impressive spells he cast and his other feats," she told me "he defeated some dangerous magical creatures, helped drive off some barbarians, cured some sicknesses, nothing I didn't do before I was sixteen, and I bet he had as much help as I did".

She told me that the writings, which she could somehow read, also spoke of the wizard's great wealth, but that was all long gone thanks to the goblins.

"Any mention of gateways to the stars?" I asked, "Or the pyramids being used as landing platforms for alien starships?"

There was unlikely to be any Stargate crossover going on around here, so mostly I was just joking about.

"No" she replied while giving me a funny look "Should there be?".

I smiled at her before I waved my wand and put up a privacy charm around us.

"So we've played tourist long enough," I was now saying "We should pop back to England tonight and put Malfoy senior in a book".

We'd seen the Weasel family and they'd seen us, so we had an alibi set up and I knew that as long as Lucius Malfoy was allowed to walk around freely that this wizarding world would never move forward because men like him would allow it.

"I'm having second thoughts" Raven admitted.

Not unexpected given that when she fought she did so for justice, and we had no legal right to imprison people. We'd done it before, so that meant the former Teen Titan just needed some reassurance about this being the right course of action.

"Don't forget that if we hadn't interfered that Malfoy would have unleashed the Basilisk on the school" I reminded her "the very college his own son is attending, just for some political gain. He's also a murderer who willingly served Voldemort, and would do so again despite having been given a chance to redeem himself after the last war".

No doubt Dumbledore or some other light side loving fool would argue for forgiveness and offering people redemption. Only the Death Eaters clearly didn't want to redeem themselves, that took dedication and they made no efforts, they just acted like decent human beings when in public. I reminded Raven of all this rather than simply order her to carry out my commands since I was not like Voldemort.

"You're right," said Raven as she gave in "We'll go after him tonight and a couple more before term starts at college. Then we need to keep our heads down".

This would be as planned. Malfoy was the main target, but if we could we'd capture a couple of the other well-known Death Eaters before they could panic. Once a few of them went missing they'd either group together or seek out their Master, either suited my plans just fine.

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Diagon Alley. Wizarding World.

"Thanks again, Luna. I'll see you at the Leaky Cauldron," I said into the small mirror before I closed the connection.

Since I was just leaving the bank it made sense that I had just been to my vault, the one I used for long term storage, not the one that held my trust fund. That vault now contained several Death Eaters who had now been trapped in special books thanks to my Seer who had been able to aid us grabbing several Death Eaters at once and Raven's powers. Having someone who could see possible futures and guide you to the right outcomes was of great help, and I would be sure not to overuse her gift as while it was very helpful it wouldn't do to become overly dependant on her.

I was dependent on Raven quite a bit. While I'd been storing the special books inside my long term storage vault, which I paid for so that even if I vanished the contents would remain sealed for hopefully hundreds of years, if not thousands thanks to magic, she'd broken into the Lestrange Vault and taken Hufflepuff's cup. Doing so involved her making a small black portal while inside my vault that she reached through and then she'd floated the cup into a secure box that was now hidden on her person. How that worked I had no idea, her powers and knowledge of magic were well ahead of my own.

Once we had retired for the night we'd called for Rooby my House Elf to take us to the Manor so I could the Stone to banish the bit of soul in the cup, without ruining it, so that we could plant it somewhere in Hogwarts castle for the Hufflepuffs students to find. That should provide us with a little amusement and give Hufflepuff House some attention as members of their House rarely did anything worthy of notice.

"So can I treat you to an early dinner, my lady?" I asked of Raven.

She was still dressed as she had during our vacation as she'd quickly realised that having her more covered up in public made me want to uncover her more when we were alone. This didn't mean I wouldn't mind being able to check out her ass when she went back to wearing jeans and dragonhide trousers it was just that I also enjoyed looking at her when she seemed more exotic.

"You may kind sir," she replied.

Luna would join us later, having just gotten back into the country herself, and we'd all take the train together just like the Weasly students were planning to do along with Potter as it worked with our cover story of having been in Eygpt when the Death Eaters went missing. Have the clan of redheads around would be a pain, but I wanted us to be seen and for us to blend in so that no one would have any reason to suspect us of any wrongdoing.

There we no wanted posters despite this being just before Harry Potter's third year at Hogwarts as I'd altered the events leading up the whole Prisoner of Azkaban thing. I'd wondered more than once if Pettigrew or Barty Crouch Junior would escape as someone needed to help Voldemort return and I was fairly certain that only one of them had been rendered soulless by a dementor. Perhaps another Death Eater would seek him out now that I'd made so many of them disappear. It wouldn't surprise me if Draco Malfoy went to the Dark Lord in the hopes of avenging his father.

When we got to the Leaky Cauldron we found the place crowded, yet we were not missed. Hermione was here as well, for some reason, and came over to hug me. The fact that I got so much attention from witches was not lost on Ron Weasly, or the Weasel as I called him, he looked mad upon seeing me, I just ignored him. Potter was at least friendly, he seemed more confident than I remembered, no doubt Sirus Black (who'd also come here) was helping with that, and he wanted female attention then he had the youngest of the Weasley clan ready to go.

"How was your summer, Hermione?" I asked.

I let her drone on about her family trip to somewhere as I ordered food for four since Luna would be here soon, and I wondered if I should sneak into the bookworms room tonight so that I could put her mouth to better use. Thankfully for my eardrums, she got Raven talking about the magic of Egypt and while she did envy our trip, she didn't give us any foul looks or make hurtful comments under her breath, unlike a certain redhead at another table.