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Bloody Kitsune: Well this chapter was fun to write! I hope you enjoy it.

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TheMarphasChappers: Sorry, but it just popped up in my head and I had to write it. Calla didn't really need to corrupt Vivian though all things considered though she does need to corrupt Ron and Draco which will be fun! An interesting proposal especially when you add Candy Cane who's going to be fucking over the Ministry of Magic very soon. I've read that story and absolutely love it. No, but she is going to be getting the talk from a certain Succubus before the start of third year. I had to leave it on that because I wanted to flesh it out a bit more before I put it out there. It won't be as graphic as his death is going to be, but I hope it will make up for not getting the pleasure of see it in the last chapter. Hey, you're perfectly fine since I'm pretty blood thirsty too. Between Umbridge and Lockhart, I'm not sure who I hate more.

Twister60: Thank you.

Small side note: Did you know that if you count the number of Defense Professors from Hogwarts during the timeline of Harry's school years plus his missed seventh year, you'll get a total of eight? One for each Horcrux and Voldemort's main soul.

Lockhart's punishment and an Headache Inducing conversation

"He's going to die," Jane growled after leaving the raped third year in the hands of Madam Pomfrey, "I'm going to make him pay for this,"

If there is one thing Jane couldn't stand other than Jeff, it was rape especially when the victim was pretty much a child. She was going to make the sick freak regret it, but the question was how? Slenderman would have her hide if she killed someone that wasn't trying to harm Calla and she wasn't going to put the kid in danger just to kill the ponce. It wasn't because of the fact that Jason, the twin jesters, and most of the mansion residents would kill her. No, it was because she honestly like the kid even if Calla could be a severe handful sometimes without even trying. So the question was, how was she going to deal with the ponce without killing him? A slow smile curled upon her lips as a thought occurred to her. Perhaps a little bit of surgery was in order.

After dinner, Jane approached Candy Pop and spoke of her plan. When she finished, he looked at her with an amused smirk on his face, "That sounds like fun, I think I'll help."

Night Terrors was chuckling darkly in the back of his mind causing any form of sympathy he might've had for the ponce to disappear. After all, he might go after Calla despite their warnings and that wasn't something they could allow. Besides, no one would be angry at them since they weren't killing him. If anything, they'd be disappointed that they couldn't join in. Night Terrors hissed out, "This is going to be fun."

Candy Pop mentally nodded as he followed after Jane towards Lockhart's rooms. You don't feel sympathy for a rapist especially when they target children.

Gilderoy Lockhart was a vain man that had managed to amass his wealth through fraud and obliviating anyone that would have discredited him. Despite the many witches after him, he had no true interest in them which made the world wonder if his darkest secret was being gay. No, his darkest secret lay within his attraction to children. He loved how vulnerable they were and how he would be the first to touch such innocent bodies that knew nothing of pleasure. The look of fear and pain in their eyes as he took them until their eyes became blank as they slowly stopped fighting him. He preferred little girls, but would go for a boy if only to keep from being found out as it was so easy to hide the evidence with a boy rather than a girl. He could get more fear and use out of their bodies than he could with a boy. Just the thought of it made him hard again despite the fact that he'd just had a third year girl, she had been so much fun and fought so much more than most of his victims so far in his old school.

It was a shame he couldn't take more than one every few days, but Lockhart knew he needed to keep a low profile. If he waited long enough, he might actually be able to catch the beautiful red haired child that reminded him of a living porcelain doll. How good it would feel to see those bright green eyes go dead as he took her innocence, he shivered at the thought. Calla Potter would be his greatest conquest. Of course, her bodyguards could prove to be a problem especially since she wasn't one of his students and they somehow knew his darkest secret; however, he wouldn't let them stop him. After all, the pretty little porcelain doll was too tempting to pass up.

Lockhart opened the door to his rooms and headed to the bed. Since he was already hard, he might as well fantasize about what he'd do to Calla Potter when he finally got his hands on her. Oh, the nightmarish visions that he'd been having scared the shit out of him, but they wouldn't keep him from his prize. No, She would be his. Shucking his clothes when he reached it, the world suddenly went black as the back of his head exploded in pain.

Jane grimaced at the fact that the ponce was naked, but supposed that saved them a lot of trouble. She hefted him onto the bed and began tying his limbs to the posts as Candy Pop secured the room. She caught sight of his crotch and snorted, "No wonder he has to resort to children."

Candy Pop snickered as he glanced towards her, "Mortal men overcompensate when that part of them is small."

After Lockhart was secured and wouldn't be able to move very well, Jane looked at Candy Pop as the incubus lowered his hand, "Finished?"

Candy Pop inclined his head, "No one will know what happened until tomorrow. Now, shall we wake him up or keep him out of it until we're done?"

Jane thought about it before saying, "Yes, I want to make him scream and realize just how badly he fucked up. Should we use our real forms?"

"Why not? He'll die before this year is done after all," Candy Pop smiled at the prone form of the defense teacher as his human features vanished.

Jane followed his example as her glamour faded away, "Wake him up."

A single wave of his hand saw Lockhart jolting awake. Lockhart looked around wildly before focusing on them and screamed. To their amused disgust, the ponce pissed himself and passed out. Candy Pop snorted as he used his magic to clean up the mess, "Pathetic."

It wasn't until after Breakfast and classes had started that Lockhart's disappearance was noticed due to the fact he hadn't shown up for class. As it was a Ravenclaw/Hufflepuff fifth year class, the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff perfects went to their heads of house. Professor Flitwick went to check on him only to rush to Madam Pomfrey while Professor Sprout watched over the class. By Lunch, the whole school knew that something had happened to Lockhart, but the teachers weren't saying anything causing rumors to run rampant like a wild fire during a summer without rain. Only Calla had some inkling as to who had done whatever to Lockhart, she wasn't inclined to say anything as the ponce deserved it and was very lucky that he hadn't been killed.

Whatever Jane and/or Candy Pop had done to Lockhart, it required a visit to the wizarding hospital of this part of the magical world known as St. Mungo's. As a result, many of the students believed that the monster had attacked him or a dangerous creature had gotten into his room. After dinner, Calla went to Candy Pop's rooms since she usually visited him around this time to work on her mundane homework. Candy Pop smiled at her as he closed the book he'd been reading, "Ready to work on your homework?"

"Yes, but I do have a question before we start," Calla set her bag at the coffee table in the middle of the room while Shukaku jumped off her shoulder and headed over to where Candy Pop was sitting, "What did you do to Lockhart?"

Candy Pop didn't look even remotely surprised at the fact she knew that he'd had a hand in what happened to Lockhart or knew what had been done. Instead, he smirked at her, "He was unmanned."

Calla snorted at that, "Who did the deed?"

"Jane took that pleasure. I just ensured he didn't die," Candy Pop replied as he picked up Shukaku and stood up to walk over to the coffee table.

"Night must be disappointed that he couldn't help," Calla commented as she sat down and took out the materials they'd be using for this session.

"Considering the fact that the ponce passed out the moment we revealed our true-selves to him before we actually did anything, Night got to have fun while also ensuring the ponce remembered why he shouldn't target you," Candy Pop sat down with Shukaku in his lap, "You're still going to avoid him like usual since we don't want him to try anything despite no longer having the equipment needed for such acts as we made damn sure they wouldn't be able to magically return that part of his body to normal,"

The dark satisfaction Calla felt at those words startled her a bit. Amusement and wishing to have help out were normal things to feel, she absolutely loved helping the various denizens of the mansion with their kills and had been witness to many acts that would have appalled a regular person. She had felt some satisfaction whenever some bastard or bitch that actually deserved what happened to them was killed, but nothing like this. It was something darker and more primal. Almost like that time in the Forbidden Forest when she'd seen the pain and fear on Parkinson's face last year, the slight cold feeling of detachment emanated that dark satisfaction. It passed within seconds of her feeling it prompting her to avoid saying anything. Instead, she chose to focus on her school work while promising to talk to Candy Pop about it if it happened again.

Once Candy Pop had seen Calla to the Ravenclaw Common Room and had returned to his rooms, he poured himself a glass of wine as he wondered over what had happened. During the brief moments after he'd informed Calla of what had occurred, he thought he'd seen her eyes turn that almost white gold color he'd seen in that dream. Night Terrors spoke after he'd drank some of his wine, "The little doll's eyes did turn an almost white gold for a few moments."

Candy Pop nearly dropped his wine glass, 'What?! But why?'

"I do not know," Night Terrors' tail swished behind the demonic entity showing that he wasn't exactly pleased with his lack of knowledge.

A thought occurred to him that left a bad taste in his mouth if only due to how young Calla was, 'Do you think she might snap?'

Night Terrors shook his head, "No. She's displayed no symptoms nor come close to breaking as she had during Christmas. She isn't close to snapping."

Candy Pop's body relaxed and he drank some more wine, 'Then what could it mean?'

Night Terrors shifted in his mind as he adopted a thinking pose, "It could be that the parts of her that cracked under the strain during Christmas knocked loose some instincts or kicked started some latent ability; however, we can't really know until it either shows itself properly," Candy Pop didn't exactly like letting things like that go especially when they might prove to be dangerous to Calla, "Though thinking about it now, this isn't the first time I've seen that happen."

Candy Pop frowned and focused more on Night Terrors as he set his glass of wine down on the side table beside him as he demanded, 'What do you mean? Why didn't you mention it before?'

Night Terrors sneered at him, "Don't talk to me like that, Idiot. I don't have to say anything."

Inwardly growling at the demonic entity, Candy Pop asked, 'Can you please answer my questions?'

Considering the fact that the demon hadn't been bugging him as badly due to what they'd done to Lockhart, Candy Pop wasn't willing to piss him off enough to start bugging him again. Night Terrors snorted at his thoughts, but replied, "During that rather terribly thought out jaunt through that stupid forest where the little doll healed a unicorn, I saw her eyes turn that almost white gold color twice. Of course, I thought it was a trick of the light since her eyes gain a silvery glow when in moonlight and given the fact that the the moonlight did reach the areas she was standing in, you can't blame me for dismissing it especially since I had better things to worry about."

Despite the irritation he felt, Candy Pop grudgingly agreed with the demonic entity, 'I suppose not.'

"Though it is a bit concerning when I think of what happened when they turned that color both times," Night Terrors frowned slightly as his wings shifted on his back, "First, it happened when she was putting that arrogant little twit, Parkinson, in her place. Second, it happened when she wanted to heal the unicorn,"

Candy Pop thought back to those moments, 'Didn't Calla mention feeling cold and a sense of detachment from the first situation?'

"Yes, but she didn't mention anything for the second one," Night Terrors narrowed his eyes, "It just makes me wonder what the hell it means. It can't mean her Creep powers are acting up since there has never been one with healing based powers,"

Candy Pop looked at his glass of wine, downed it, and used his powers to bring a bottle of one of the alcohols that could actually get him mildly drunk to him. Uncorking it, he downed the entire bottle as he mentally said, 'Calla is a headache inducing brat even when she isn't trying to be one.'

Night Terrors snickered as he nodded in agreement, "Yup and she's our mate which means we're stuck with her. At the very least, the rest of our existence will never be dull again."

'Still don't believe it,' Candy Pop should have known the demonic entity wouldn't go a day without bringing that up even when he was in a good mood, 'Let's avoid telling Jay about it for now, he already has enough to worry about with the monster from the chamber on the loose,'

Calla looked at the two older Ravenclaw students with a scowl on her face as Luna hid behind her, "Chang, Edgecombe, what the actual hell do you think you're doing?"

Calla saw both of them flinch from the cold tone of her voice and the glare she was giving them. Due to the time they had spent together during the summer and during the school year so far, she'd come to care for blonde. She saw her as a dear friend with the potential to become a little sister figure if they continued to bond as they were. Those feelings coupled with her intense dislike of bullies left her feeling angry for the first time since coming to Hogwarts outside of that spat she'd had in the forest with Parkinson, she was not happy that these two had dared to try bullying someone much less Luna. Cho Chang, one of the third year Ravenclaws, frowned at her, "We were merely explaining why talking about imaginary creatures isn't allowed in Ravenclaw."

Calla's eyes narrowed into a harsher glare as she barely refrained from barring her teeth at Chang, "What gives you the right to decide that? You aren't the head of Ravenclaw nor are you a Perfect. Adding on, you are in no way related to her which means you have no right to decide that," Sometimes she wanted to strangle her fellow students, "Moreover, what gives you the right to call them imaginary? Just because they aren't listed among existing creatures doesn't mean they don't exist. I know for a fact several of the creatures she's talked about exist among the fae realms," Chang looked shocked at her words, "Adding on, some creatures can't be seen by those without some form of fae blood or creature blood. Some can't be seen without the proper gift. You can't just decide that because there's no information on something that it cannot exist. How do you explain the existence of ley-lines despite there being little to no actual written information on them? How do you explain the existence of the fae when there is little to no information on them? You call yourself a Ravenclaw when you try to stunt someone else's knowledge just because you don't understand," Calla sneered at the two Ravenclaws who drew into themselves with each word she spoke and she could see more of their housemates flinching a bit showing that the information was hitting them hard, " It's no wonder that they despise humans so much when people as closed minded as you exist and dismiss things just because you don't have access to certain information. Sometimes I wonder why I worked so hard to convince Papa to let me come to Hogwarts."

"W-what do you mean by that?" One of her fellow second years, Terry Boot, asked.

"Papa hates this part of the magical world because it cost him my mother and Uncle James," Calla explained as her anger died down a bit, "It almost took Uncle Mooney, Uncle Paddy, and I away from him. If it weren't for the fact he understood my wish to see Hogwarts and experience my mother's part of my heritage, he wouldn't have let me go even if it would mean that I'd probably never connect with anyone my own age," Calla turned to Luna, "Let's head up to my room, we'll get everything fixed up,"

"Okay," Luna walked towards the stairwell to the girl's dorms clutching her bag to her chest.

Calla followed after her only to pause at the bottom of the stairs. She turned her head and pinned the two idiots that thought bullying Luna was a good idea, "I'm going to make your life a living hell until Luna decides you've suffered enough and has forgiven you. Good luck."