AN: Chapter starts with light bestiality and anilingus. Skip to the page break if that's not your cup of tea

Harry woke up to a curiously pleasant sensation. She could feel a tightness in her nipples - the kind that came with arousal rather than cold, though there was a cool sensation as well - and a light weight slithering across her chest. Penny!

She almost jerked ramrod straight but managed to withhold her reaction so as to not launch Penny. And honestly, once the surprise wore off, it felt good; like really good. The gentle roughness of the little snake's scales mixed with the cool slipperiness as it lightly glided over her pebbled bumps had her gasping and wondering what else her new friend was capable of.

She held back her moans long enough to grab her wand from under her pillow and cast a muffliato just in time for Penny to gently nips at one of her little peaks, not hard enough to pinch but still hard enough to feel it. She could swear she heard a whisper just before she let loose with a loud groan of pleasure.

Letting Penny continue her work, the young girl strained her eyes and ears looking for who or whatever the whisper came from. She almost cursed at herself when she realized the most obvious culprit was the missing one.

"Death!" Harry whispered. She could have yelled, but even with her sound obscuring charm cast, she still felt self-conscious about taking pleasure when there were other people around, and without even looking Harry knew it would likely be too early for the dormitory to have cleared out.

As soon as the young girl called out, Death appeared. She was sitting cross-legged and entirely naked, at Harry's side. She was leaned over, her head next to Penny's with a massive smile on a face that almost made Harry cry every time for its beauty. She had one hand between her legs and rubbing herself unashamedly and she watched her young lover being pleasured by a snake, of all things.

"Pleasant morning, my love?" Her smile was still in place, and her hand didn't slow its work.

Harry couldn't take her eyes off of her. Her and Death had made love quite a few times since their first, and she didn't know that she'd ever have enough. Rather than answer, Harry again reached for her wand, and this time cast a tempus. Yeah, she had time.

Gently scooping Penny up, apologizing and giving her a kiss on her small head, Harry set her on her pillow as she herself sat up. Without giving Death any sort of warning, Harry jumped at her and pushed her down, with what little strength she could muster so soon after waking up. Really, Death had to let herself be pushed over.

Harry attacked Death's lips with a passion, already aroused from however long Death had been coaxing Penny into playing with her before she'd even woken. Death reciprocated, not surprised in the least by the sudden attack, and it didn't take long for her tongue to beat the smaller girl's into submission and push into her mouth. Harry could swear that Death pushed an excess of saliva into her mouth during their kiss, but rather than disgust her, the grossness of it spurred her on more, and she couldn't stop herself from letting it slide down her throat.

Harry didn't really want to break the kiss, despite the fact that when Death really got into it, she had a difficult time breathing, but she had other plans for this morning. She mustered her willpower and pulled up and away from the kiss, sucking up the slobber that connected their mouths and gave Death as lascivious a look as an eleven-year-old could, and skipping the normal trail that she kissed, she slid straight down until she was staring at the pseudo-diety's ass and drooling pussy, which still had a hand pounding away at it with what Harry was interested to notice, four fingers. That gave her ideas for another time.

She took a long breath to ready herself for what she was about to do. It was something she did want to do, but it was new and she had to decide how she was going to go about it. Death's mounds and the sounds coming from her mound broke Harry's moment and she decided to just go for it and see what happens. Death was nothing if not patient and if Harry did something wrong then she would be told and corrected.

Without further ado, she dipped her head. She didn't go for Death's pussy, but her ass. Her head was down but her eyes were up, watching Death as her tongue touched the rim of her back hole.

Death's eyes slammed shut and she moaned even louder than she already had been, and that reaction convinced Harry that there really was no wrong way to perform what she was. Bolstered by that, she let herself go and just went for it.

She was gentle at first, just circling the rim of her older companion's hole with the tip of her tongue, almost tickling her, and every now and then she would butterfly directly over the hole. Pushing down harder, Harry placed her tongue on top of her hole and licked down, applying more pressure directly to the hole itself and letting the tip of her tongue dip into it, before dragging out and down the other side.

Death apparently didn't like the indirect teasing as much as Harry appreciated it though, because she felt a tug on her hair from Death's hands tangling up in it and pulling her face tight against her flesh. Taking the hint, Harry extended her tongue and pressed it into Death ass.

Death's grip tightened more as she moaned, just on the line of being painful, but Harry was so aroused that the pain actually gave her a bit of a thrill as she tried as hard as she could to push her tongue as deep into her lover as she possibly could. Death was always clean, but the taste was still bitter but this didn't bother her one bit. It was dirty, and she absolutely loved it - she wanted more of it, really.

She brought her tongue back and the taste spread from her tongue and coated the rest of her mouth. Her eyes nearly rolled back and her body shook as she really understood what she was doing, and how good she was making her eternal companion feel.

"Don't be afraid to use your teeth, my flower," Death moaned, still pulling on Harry's hair and pounding herself with four of her fingers. Harry kind of wanted to see all five in there.

Taking her words to heart, the younger pressed her tongue back into the elder's ass and gently caught the rim off her ass between her top teeth and her tongue and nibbled on it. Death bucked her hips up in response and Harry had to be careful not to bite down in surprise.

"No, no more! My pussy; I'm so close!"

Death released her grip on Harry's hair and Harry wasted no time in shifting targets. Death barely got her hand out of the way before Harry was on target, her tongue diving into the gaping hole that the fingers had just vacated. She pressed her face into her hard, her nose unintentionally rubbing over Death's clit as she formed a vacuum on the hole and sucked hard, ignoring the juices that liberally coated her face.

That was it. Death, not having Harry's exhibitionist qualms, screamed out her release as her hands tore at the blankets, and her back arched. Harry was surprised and couldn't resist flinching as she was sprayed in the face by her lover's ejaculation. It didn't happen often, but it did happen and Harry knew what it was, not that she was ever ready for it.

Wanting to keep Death on her orgasmic high, Harry gently licked over her mound and cleaned up whatever juiced she could find, being careful to stay away from her clit so as to not overstimulate her. She almost whined at her loss when Death hooked her under her arms and pulled her up, but she was silenced with a sweet, loving kiss.

They kissed for a while, slow pecks here and there. They did nothing sexual, outside of Death taking a moment to clean Harry's face with her tongue, but they just enjoyed the afterglow. Harry was still randy, but her fires had cooled as Death held her and she felt no inclination to push for her own release.

"Did I do good?"

"You were incredible, my love."

"I love you, Death," she whispered, snuggling into her chest. "I feel like I don't tell you that enough, but I do."

"You tell me several times a day but it means just as much to me every time I hear it, because I love you, as well."

"I should go down to the Great Hall and get my timetable," Harry whined. "We should have just ditched Hogwarts and showed up at the end of the year to off Quirrell."

Death just laughed and snapped her fingers, cleaning and dressing both of them, as well as clearing the air.

If she thought Hermione was a pain in the ass last night, it was nothing compared to this morning. Last night in the common room, Hermione wouldn't leave her alone about what had happened on Halloween of '81, but Harry had managed to get her off of her back by citing that it was late and they should get some sleep, but now they were crowded into their house table, Hermione sitting herself next to Harry, and there were no excuses to be made.

"Hermione! I was one! I don't know what happened, okay!" She would be the first to admit that her temper was flaring in a hurry. She was pretty sure that the only reason she'd managed it in her last life was a combination of not sharing a dormitory with the pushy girl as well as being desperate for friendship. "Since you're so damn smart, maybe you can tell me what kind of magic a one-year-old could come up with that would be powerful enough to defeat a wizard of Voldemort's caliber?"

She immediately felt bad after snapping at her, and she could see the hurt bloom in Hermione's eyes. She wanted to ignore it, she didn't want to be friends with any of her original friends, nor really and of the children that she was now forced to be around, but no matter how hard she tried she just couldn't make herself be intentionally mean.

"Look Hermione, I'm sorry," she started softly. "Just put the books down for a while and use that smart brain of yours, okay? I mean, really think about it."

She gave McGonnagal a soft thank you as she came around and handed Harry and Hermione their timetables, and watched the clear conflict on the other girl's face. After much more internal debate than it should have probably taken, Hermione nodded.

"I...I guess you're right," She said. And then with more confidence. "I mean, nobody else was there to see what happened, right? So, I guess your mum might have beat him. Traded curses, maybe?"

"Yeah...maybe."

Except that wasn't what happened. Harry's mum had sacrificed herself for her baby, but it was in vain. There was no protection born of her sacrifice, no spell or ritual cast or made to protect one from the killing curse. No, Harry survived because she had been chosen, because she would one day gather the hallows and make her the Master of Death. Death knew she would gather them, and so she became the Master the second she had been born. It was confusing, but entities like Death didn't see time in the same way as mortals did. 'If you will, you did,' is how Death explained it.

There was no more conversation between them and they finished their breakfast in silence before going their own ways, Hermione likely to Hogwarts' prestigious library and Harry to the Room of Requirement.

She made it up two floors before she heard footsteps pounding behind her - obviously, there were a few people running to catch up with her. She drew her wand from her robe pocket and sped up down a hallway and off of the grand staircase, and quickly stepped into a nook in the wall, behind a suit of armor, and cast a disillusionment charm on herself.

The footsteps slowed and eventually came to a stop just outside of her hiding place. It shouldn't have been a surprise when it was Malfoy and his walking bricks that peeked in with their wands drawn. It was clear that they had been trying to jump her when she was alone in the halls, likely in retaliation for what she did to Malfoy on the train.

They narrowed their eyes and grumbled when they didn't see her despite looking right at where she was and pocketed their wands before turning away. Unwilling to miss her chance, Harry whispered the incantation for the compulsion she wanted to put Draco under, to have him grow his hair out.

The trio must have had better hearing than she thought because they whipped around to check the source of the sound. After redrawing their wands and checking into her hiding place again, and still not finding her, they trotted off. She just smiled. Step two complete, and now to wait a while and see what comes of it.

She waited until the three Slytherins were out of sight before she dispelled the chameleon charm and continued on undisturbed. There were a fair number of people on the staircase, trying to learn the layout of the castle, but thankfully nobody bothered her, and most were content to point and stare. She ignored them all until she made it to the seventh floor, which the corridor where the room was located was thankfully empty.

She didn't ask for anything complicated, just a room with a couch and a bed, and she stepped inside. The bed was made up in Slytherin colours and the couch was Gryffindor red, and neither were in fantastic shape though both were clean, and the walls were lined with mirrors which actually made her feel rather uneasy until one of the mirrors showed Death appear behind her.

Harry turned and threw herself into Death's arms.

"I hate being separated from you," Harry was almost in tears. She had come to rely so much on Death that being away from her just felt wrong.

"I am always with you, my flower. I'll never be anywhere but right at your side."

Death scooped Harry up and carried her to the bed, rather than the couch, where she laid her down before herself sliding onto the bed. Harry wasted no time in gluing herself to the older woman's side and nearly purred when Death began playing with her hair and rubbing her scalp.

"You'll be happy to know that I got Draco with that compulsion," Harry said.

"I know, my love," Death laughed. "I did not jest when I said that I am always with you, even if you cannot see me."

Harry just smiled and stretched up to steal a quick kiss.

"So...you got Penny to play with me?"

"You seemed to enjoy it, yes?" She raised a perfectly arched eyebrow. "I fully admit to having another reason for wanting you to have a pet snake, other than the reasons I gave you which are otherwise perfectly valid."

"You seriously wanted me to have a snake so that I could have sex with it?" Harry asked in disbelief. Though really, she had known Death was a pervert of the highest degree and it really shouldn't have surprised her that this was her plan.

"Yes," she answered, wholly unapologetic. "Are you telling me that you haven't thought about going further with her, already?"

"Well...maybe we should ask her?"

On queue, Penny slithered up Harry's arm from her wrist, where she spent most of her time curled around, and out of the collar of her robes.

"I desire to serve, Mistress," she hissed into her speaker's ear.

"Death?" Harry squeaked. "Did you corrupt my snake?!"

"I did no such thing!" She sounded genuinely offended at the accusation. "I merely asked Penny if she wished to make you feel good! She was appreciative of the idea and asked me how she should go about it. Though she never did get to the good part."

"Good part?"

"Penetration, dear," Death laughed. "She's small enough yet that she could likely just fit all of herself inside of you. Maybe. You're quite small yourself yet - maybe we should get to work stretching you?"

Harry didn't know whether she should be mortified by what she was hearing out of Death's mouth, but she was definitely getting turned on by the idea. But, could she really? A snake - a living thing - going inside of her? Fuck, she really was considering it. It was obvious from day one that Death was trying to corrupt her, but she didn't realize just how effective she had been until this moment when she realized that she maybe kind of wanted to try it. Fuck.

"Okay."

"Huh?"

"Okay; I'll try it."

"Just like that?"

"Just like that," Harry nodded in agreement. "Let's do it."

"Not yet."

"Not yet?" Harry asked in disbelief. "But you-"

"Not yet," Death insisted, gently. "I would like to be the first to enter you."

"Can - I mean, can you do that?" Harry asked, giving Death a look that was both hopefully and trepidatious. After all, she was curious about cock, but being curious was very different than experiencing the real thing.

"I know that I can, I just don't know how to go about it," she explained with frustration coloring her voice. Continuing to play with her young lover's hair, she gently took one of Harry's small hands into her own. "This body and mind are young, even if my Being isn't. Every moment that I can't interact with you, I spend trying to manipulate my body and I can feel that I am nearly there. I wouldn't have brought this up just to make you wait if I wasn't sure that I was merely days away from accomplishing this feat."

"Alright then." Harry kissed Death hard, slipping her the barest bit of tongue before withdrawing before it could go too far. "You'll be my first, as it should be."