Retirement Plan.

Part 4.

The Leaky Cauldron. Diagon Alley.

We'd rented a couple of rooms, one for me and one for the girls, with us paying in advance to keep them ours until the school year started. Although I hoped we wouldn't need them for that long. Then I wrote a letter to the orphanage explaining that I'd come into some money and this meant would be taking care of myself as well as my companions from now on.

Even if they tried to find us, and given their limited resources this was unlikely, they'd never find us here in the ally. If they got involved with the police then they wouldn't have any better luck and with no signs of foul play, law enforcement wouldn't be motivated to do much.

This evening I'd sat down with Dawn and Raven for a nice meal provided by the innkeeper Tom along with some wine because the drinking age in the Wizarding World was 17, not 18. I'd figured that candles, some nice food, a bit of wine and conversation would make for a pleasant evening that might just end with me getting my wick wet.

So far neither of the girls had come to see me, but it wasn't that late and they might both have decided to wait a little longer before sharing a bed with me. If so I was fine with waiting as I didn't want to pressure either of them and spoil our growing relationships.

They couldn't just leave if things didn't work out as they were bound to me so we all had to make an effort to get along and respect each other. Once we were in my home I might be the one to make a move on them rather than give the girls space and let them come to me when they felt ready.

I decided to spend my night lying in bed studying the wizarding world and learning about casting some basic spells. I'd been practising the most simple of spells for over an hour at this point when not taking notes.

"Lumos," I said.

The spell lit up the tip of my wand with a light much brighter than any that I had managed to produce before now and for a time I simply waited for something to happen.

Only like before, there was no owl from the Ministry to tell me off for performing magic outside of school nor had there been since I'd started practising.

I looked at the notes I'd made while practising writing with a quill on parchment.

"The Trace detects magical activity around witches and wizards, so the Ministry of Magic knows when magic is performed"

I'd just copied that part from my Magical Theory textbook, a subject which not only explained ideas on how magic could be used but also it speculated where magic might come from, they were just theories, no one knew for certain where magic came from or why it worked.

The book also gave examples of how magic was used in this society as well as some of the rules. Including the Trace, a tracker of some kind that was placed on witches and wizards who had not yet been qualified witches and wizards, which you become by taking the OWL exams.

For now, I was trying to figure out if the Trace would ever even apply to me or the girls since we weren't from this world and the Perks I'd purchased for us might have prevented the Trace from ever registering us.

I didn't know because there was no explanation on how the Trace was placed on someone or how it was able to detect someone who was performing magic.

Nor did I know how it was removed. In this world, perhaps the Ministry removed it when your OWL exams were marked.

According to this book (which I guess Harry Potter never bothered to read since he didn't know about The Trace) when any magical activity was performed in the vicinity of an unqualified individual, the Improper Use of Magic Office within the Ministry of Magic was alerted to the spell that was used, and to the location of the caster as well as the time it was cast.

It was impossible for the Trace to continue to function on a person once removed. So it must be applied in a way that can't be repeated and it doesn't seem to come into effect until a student actually arrives at Hogwarts. Perhaps it was applied when you get Sorted, if so then the Sorting suddenly made a lot more sense.

If it could be cast on adults then tracking suspected Death Eaters would have been really easy since all anyone would have to do to prove that they were bad guys was place the Trace on them and then record what magic they used, and they could compare the location recorded to the sight of recent Death Eater attacks.

Although you could still claim to be under the Imperius Curse at that point so it wouldn't have been a perfect method of sorting out who were the real Death Eaters.

Perhaps the Ministry did not monitor pre-Hogwarts students, because their magic was normally uncontrollable, and therefore they weren't considered legally responsible for their magic.

This did leave me to wonder what Muggleborns do if they accidentally inflate their aunts as Potter did in his third year. If they are not monitored the Ministry won't know and the Muggle-borns can't just floo call the magical government, or maybe they were monitored and someone just came to cover things up.

Either way, it seemed as if this state of affairs could lead to many breaches of the International Statute of Secrecy that the magical folk depend on to keep themselves hidden from the non-magical people.

It also seemed that the Ministry must ignore when magic was used by underage wizards and witches of wizarding families because they can only detect magic done around underage wizards and witches, not who does the magic.

Perhaps they expect the parents of magical households to discipline their children and clean up any messes, and to be fair the risk of exposure is minimal inside a wizarding home.

As a result of this, children born into wizarding households could practice magic under their parent's supervision before going to Hogwarts giving them an unfair advantage over Muggle-borns.

Yet despite this Muggleborn and those raised in the Muggle world seem to be able to keep up with their peers I wondered if that was because children just couldn't learn magic very well or because the law was enforced more strictly than it might seem.

What mattered to me is that since I was in a place lived in by magic users then they shouldn't be able to detect the magic I was using.

My thinking was that I should test this again when I got to my new home and see if I get a warning. If The Trace did work on me I would have to find a way to remove it and to prevent my companions from getting into trouble.

There had to be a way around it because Tom Riddle murdered his muggle family before he'd finished school and he framed his Uncle all without The Trace alerting anyone to the truth. If a young Voldemort could figure it out then so could I.

"Lumos," I said.

Casting spells wasn't hard work, at least not spells like this, you just have to keep in mind four factors, these are wand movement, incantation, concentration and intention.

The first two seemed like aids for the others, they put you in the right frame of mind, and without focus, you'd get nothing done right.

According to Magical Theory, a spell was a controlled manifestation of magic that supernaturally affected the world, such as levitating objects, conjuring fire, producing water, or stunning an individual.

Most spells are cast by a witch or a wizard, and spells were often produced with an incantation and can appear as jets of light which strike their target. Because of this spells could often miss, be dodged, or blocked, either by an object or another spell.

Magical creatures don't use spells like witches and wizards do, or at least not in the same way, their power is more internal, although vampires can cast some spells, and the older they get the more cool stuff can do, like turning into bats, or fog, or control minds.

Thankfully there were few vampires in Britain; they tended to live in old castles in mainland Europe for reasons of melodrama I assumed.

Werewolves were far more of a concern in this country, but they are only a danger during the full moon, although Fenrir Greyback might be an exception to this rule. If I ever saw that guy I would hopefully be able to put him down like the rabid dog he'd become.

I had an interest in wandless magic, which as the name suggests was the performance of magic without the use of a wand. Such magic was often difficult to perform and could have unexpected or volatile results if not done properly.

Usually, witches and wizards accustomed to using wands could only reliably perform wandless magic if they possessed great skill and Wandless magic was not taught at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. At least not to young students since there was no mention of it in my books.

I felt certain Raven could teach me all sorts of tricks.

"Lumos," I said.

Every time I created light it became easier to do and so I would keep practising this spell and other simple ones until I mastered every spell in my books.

My door creaked open and then closed again as Raven came in. She was dressed for sleeping in some old nightshirt.

"Close the curtains" she instructed.

I did that and cancelled the charm that had filled y room with false daylight, a feature I'd been using to make it easier to read.

As I did that former Teen Titan got into my bed and when I joined her she didn't waste any time. She pressed right into me as we began kissing. Despite this distraction, I did wonder why it hadn't been Dawn who got into bed with me first as she seemed more outgoing.

She must have been able to feel something hard and big poke her through my boxers. She had to be given how close together we were lying together on the four-poster bed in my room.

It was as if she had read my mind, which wasn't impossible for her even with my perks, she took off her nightgown just when I'd started thinking about trying to get it off her.

I also began to undress. She pulled away from the kissing so she could get a good view of me and she liked what she saw. I'd done some good work with that optimization perk to ensure that I had a very nice body.

Now that she had access to my body, the former half-demon ran her hands all over me as she explored the bludges my muscles made. I didn't look like some sort of bodybuilder I'd kept myself lean as well as strong as agility would matter more than might when it came to dodging spells.

Raven could see my erection once I removed my boxers and it seemed to impress her as for a while she couldn't do more than stare at it. She might never have seen an erect penis in the flesh before now and I was pleased by how transfixed she was by the sight.

She didn't keep undressing once she got down her bra and knickers, but that was more than enough for my eyes. At least for now.

"Looks like it might be hurting, it's so stiff," she said, "Can I help you feel better?".

Raven gave me a small smile and without my permission, not that I minded, she started jerking the cock in her hand, at first she moved very slowly, then faster and faster.

Since her grip needed work, I guided her on how to do it right, and she followed my instructions very well.

"James, do you like this?" she asked.

I told her that I did since this was the truth, and she smiled at me before Raven put the head of my cock into her mouth. Before long she was sucking and licking it all over. She had little idea of what she was doing and she picked up on that.

"I'll do better next time" she promised.

Her need for my approval pleased me, and it was something I could enjoy later, for now, I wanted to enjoy her body, and I wasn't going to cum from her clumsy efforts any time soon so it would be best for me to handle matters myself.

Raven needed to be trained to better please me, and she'd seemed eager to be instructed, so I ordered her to show me her breasts, and she did as she was told.

The dark-haired girl undid her bra and I took in the sight of her breasts. I had to wonder if she'd used a certain perk on them or if they were perky because she was a comic book character.

I didn't comment on this because I could tell how shy she was feeling right now. Besides actions could speak louder than words. So rather than talk I reached out and started playing with them, squeezing them softly, then I used my thumbs to play with her now erect nipples.

Once she seemed more relaxed I more or less attacked her right breast and put some of it into my mouth as my right arm held onto her hips. Raven put har arms around me and seemed to be trying to push my head into her chest.

Meanwhile, my left hand began to continue playing with the breast that I was not keeping my mouth busy with. Then I switched and gave her left breast the same treatment.

"I guess you like them," said Raven with a smile I heard rather than saw.

At this point, I felt it was time to try something else so I ordered her to lie down. Once she had I pulled down Raven's purple underwear so that I could inspect her pussy.

She kept the hair down there neat, but since I like it bare there I told her to shave it all off when she got the chance.

"There might be a spell for that" was all she had to say on the matter.

She didn't have a chance to say anything else as I decided to reward her good behaviour by licking her wet little fuckhole. She'd clearly never experienced this before because she could barely keep still as I probed her pussy with my tongue.

I'd done this a few times before so I knew how to get a response from a woman this way. Still, this was only a delay and I wanted to get to the main event so to speak.

"You will be my first," she said when my intentions became clear on what I was about to do "Kind of a big deal".

"I indent to be your first and only," I told her.

Slowly I pressed the tip of my dick into her entrance. Although I wanted to hurry, I wasn't about to risk hurting Raven any more than necessary and this was important to her.

We locked eyes, her eyes were blue like mine rather than the purple I assumed they had once been, as I slipped further into her. I watched for any possible discomfort or pain, but so far so good.

Then as I got further into her, she flinched so I tried to pull back, but she prevented me from doing so by holding on to me. She shook her head and told me that it was all right, that she wanted me to take her cherry.

"Are you sure?" I asked her.

"Yes...but please just break it quickly" she replied.

I pulled out a little, then slowly pushed back in breaking her maidenhead. She whimpered, but as time passed I could tell that she was feeling pleasure and not just pain.

Seeing this as a good sign, I sped up my pace. I didn't rush, I carefully began fucking her a little faster over time. I was living her the chance to get used to having me inside her.

Since she didn't say anything to indicate that she was pleased or happy with what I was doing I only had her facial expression to go by. At least she started to relax and enjoy herself.

"James, go faster...harder..." Raven begged into my ear.

Soon I gave in to her plea. I pounded into her over and over again, until the inevitable happened, all too soon for my liking one of us reached our climax, she went first and she wasn't subtle about it.

I really hoped for her sake that these rooms were soundproof or everyone in the building would have just found out that she'd gotten a good fucking. I doubted that anyone would mention anything as magical people seemed more prudish than the muggles of this country.

As for me, I wasn't far behind. Cumming inside her without a care for if she could get pregnant or not. Once I was done I reminded myself that she was a smart young woman, she would have prepared for this so I didn't need to worry.

Diagon Ally. Wizarding World.

Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour was a shop that sold ice cream as the name strongly suggested, but not all it sold was aimed at children or adults with a sweet tooth.

The store was located on the north side of Diagon Alley, next to the Second-Hand Bookshop that Raven, Dawn and I had just been into while looking for some rare books.

We'd found nothing of any real interest in the book store and since it was such a nice day I'd figured that we should have a treat before we got back to exploring this magical world.

I wasn't worried about the Deputy Headmistress seeing us as if she and asked why we were here I'd just say that we'd come here to check out the ally without having to rush about buying our school stuff.

It wasn't even a lie as we were looking around at a more sedate pace than we had before. Something my bank balance would later reflect assuming that the goblins could track that when I could just pull money out of the vault at will.

The Parlour was a small shop with places to sit down while inside and a small area outside with a bunch of tables and chairs to make use of when the weather was pleasant. British Summer is something of an oxymoron, but the day was warm enough.

Inside, there could be found lots of colourful ice cream on display, and while many flavours and combinations were unknown to me and didn't sound at all tasty, there were some basics like vanilla as well as iced coffees, one of which I was currently enjoying.

While enjoying my treat I was also reading the paper, looking for a report of that break-in at the bank. So far there seemed to be no sign of that, but if my memories served me well then Harry Potter wouldn't even be aware of the Wizarding World at this point in the timeline.

I felt sure that the break-in took place after this visit to the ally. Unless something major changed the course of events it looked as if things were happening as in they did in the books.

The paper did contain some interesting information, such as a very small article about me. It was far from headline news, but it was now known to people of the magical world that the long-lost scion of the Twycross family had been located and would be attending Hogwarts in September.

I now knew a lot more about my family in this world than I had before thanks to the article. For example, I had a distant cousin called Wilkie Twycross who was an Apparition Instructor over at the Ministry of Magic.

Since I wanted to learn to apparate as quickly as possible it seemed smart to write to him and ask him for private lessons. He might give extra attention to his family if I played the orphan card and maybe even offer a discount.

"What was that letter you got this morning?" Raven asked me.

She acted far less intrigued than I knew she really must be. Not knowing what was in the letter seemed to be making her very curious as this wasn't the first time she'd inquired about it. Dawn was far more interested in having a large amount of ice cream for lunch.

"We can move to Twycross Manor today" I let her know "We just need to pick up the deed from the right department at the Ministry".

This was unexpected as I'd thought it would take a long time for the Ministry of Magic to sort out the paperwork. I assumed that the CYOA was doing something to spread things up while painting my backstory.

"Come on let's go check it out" Dawn decided as she finished her ice cream very rapidly "The Ministry might be worth a look. I wonder if it's just like it is in the movies".

I finished my coffee and then once we all headed out of the Leaky Cauldron so that one of us could summon the Knight Bus. I didn't want to ride that infernal machine again so either I needed to learn to teleport or purchase a magical car.

As for getting into the Ministry, there was supposed to be a telephone booth that we had to use in order to get in. I felt certain that between us we'd figure it out.

Retirement Plan.

Part 5.

Twycross House. Wizarding World.

Once the paperwork had all been sorted out, and there was always paperwork when you deal with a government, Raven, Dawn and I found ourselves standing outside of the stone-built house the address of which we got from the Ministry.

Not that we'd needed to know the address as we could access the house magically, but I'd wanted to see the place from the outside when I came to claim my new home.

I'd seen no reason to come here sooner as I wouldn't have started at the orphanage if it wasn't important to setting up my backstory. Plus with my Seed Money, I'd been able to afford to rent rooms and I'd figured that we'd all enjoy spending time at Diagon Alley.

The big house came with 3 floors, not counting the cellar and the attic, with enough grounds for a very impressive set of gardens that made me glad I'd been careful to optimise myself so as not to have hay fever.

I'd not suffered much from it during my last life, only suffering when the pollen levels were very high, but it was good it couldn't happen again.

Over time the gardens had become wild and overgrown as if they had been unattended for years, as would be expected, I hoped that the house was in a better state. It should be since it was part of the CYOA, and perhaps the overgrown gardens were part of how my new home blended in.

"There's a greenhouse," remarked Raven as we walked around the ground "And a lot of room for some nice gardens. I wonder if we can grow our own magical plants".

Dawn saw the potential of this place as well.

"Oh maybe we have room for a horse," she said "I've always been a city girl, but if we're going to live in the countryside I want to do it right. We should have some animals and a nice garden. My Mom always wanted to try growing her own vegetables".

If Raven was getting a cat I saw no reason why Dawn couldn't have a pet as well. Although looking after one could be a hassle if we spent so much time at school. Perhaps I could hire someone to maintain the grounds I would just need to keep them out of the house.

As we explored some more we found that the garden around the back of the house, out of sight was well maintained. It was filled with beautiful plants both mundane and magical. It was meant to be a space for relaxation.

"I'm going to enjoy mediating out here," remarked Raven.

We soon moved into the house to find that it was old-fashioned in some ways and very modern in others. The kitchen looked as if belonged to a magical family as did all of the bedrooms, and what I took to be a living room would seem normal to wizards.

However, parts of it were clearly not to be seen by the locals. Such as a fancy spa that was equipped with everything you need to relax and unwind.

Near to that was a hot tub which is big enough to fit ten people comfortably. It came with a bar on the side so that we could access food and drink without having to leave the tub.

"If you ever can't find me it's because I'm in this room" stated Dawn Summers "You might have to drag me out while I'm kicking and screaming".

Another room was dedicated to entertainment and it look like a dream I would have at the age of seventeen as it contained a pool table, arcade machines, and a massive TV with various consoles, some of which wouldn't be available to the public for a couple of decades.

I even had room for tabletop games and it came with unpainted Warhammer 40k figures. That flaming-eye guy had done well in setting all of this up.

"Oh yeah, I'm so going to paint these and find a way to magically animate them" I declared.

Before I could start on that the girls insisted on exploring more of the house.

We found a theatre room with a huge screen and enough seats for all of us and our guests should we ever trust anyone enough to show them this room. I suspected that it had a great image and sound quality.

"So which night is movie night?" questioned Dawn.

We were all a little surprised by the sex dungeon in the basement, even if I must have selected it, the room came complete with all the toys, special equipment, and outfits.

"I'm not saying I won't come down here, but it will take me a while to work up the nerve," said Raven.

To be fair she'd been a virgin yesterday.

"So you have a sex dungeon and holding cells" stated Dawn "Is there something you need to tell us?".

I could see why it would look worrying.

"The cells only cost one point and I figured we might need to lock someone up since we can't trust the Ministry to do the right thing" I explained "I didn't actually know about the sex dungeon I just selected the option for luxuries in the home to make living here more pleasant for you".

Dawn didn't seem concerned.

"You don't need to worry about me. I'm a good girl" she teased.

No one wanted to spend time in the basement so we checked out the rest o the house.

"And we have a massive indoor swimming pool," said Dawn "Of course, we do. Why wouldn't we have a massive pool?".

It was too large to fit inside the house, not that this mattered with magic.

"And we get workshops too" reminded Raven "I remember that much about your setup".

I had indeed paid for that feature. It would be useful for us all to have our own workspaces.

"There might be a House Elf somewhere around here," I said to Dawn when she'd commented on how clean this place was "But since I don't know his or her name I can't summon them".

A small popping sound was soon heard.

"Rooby is here young Master," said a House Elf.

I knew that these magical beings were loyal to the witch or wizard who owns them. I also knew that House-Elves who serve wizards and witches and are usually found under the employment of old wizarding families taking residence in their homes, and that must do everything that their masters command unless they are freed.

Since I was supposed to have come from an old wizarding family it made sense that I'd own a House Elf, or would be due to inherit one. It would be part of my backstory as it would be expected for me to have one. I had mixed feelings about this and I wondered if I should free this Rooby.

A house elf can only be freed when their master presents them with clothes, so I could free this creature if I so desired, but I didn't know if Rooby would like that.

House Elves have their own brand of wandless magic which, despite their small physical size, is very powerful, anyone who'd seen Dobby blast Lucius Malfoy in the second movie knew all bout that. House elves also presumably produce elf-made wine, given its name. I'd tried some at the Leaky Caudron, it was quite nice.

Just by looking at the little creature, I could tell that the Twycross family treated their servants better than the likes of the Malfoys and this was good. His uniform he wore some kind of little butler's uniform, was clean and I saw no signs of injury. Hopefully, these weren't the kind of elves who punished themselves.

"It is good that you have come back, young Master" the Elf was now saying "The house has been too easy to clean since you left, and you have brought young Mistresses with you. Is one of them to be next Mrs Twycross? Will there be babies to care for?".

Raven, Dawn and I all looked at each other, I felt a little awkward for a few moments.

"These ladies are Miss Rachel Roth and Miss Dawn Summers" I let the creature know as I gestured to both of the young women "They will be staying here with me when we're not attending Hogwarts. I'm not getting married any time soon".

This creature seemed sane, unlike Kreacher, and he didn't seem as excitable as Dobby, assuming he was male.

"Have you been well, Rooby?" I asked.

The elf seemed surprised by the question.

"Rooby is fine, young Master" he told me "Rooby has been working part-time at the Ministry to keep busy and to spend time with other elves".

Well, at least he'd had some company all those years he'd been alone.
Upon seeing him I'd become concerned that he might be like Kreacher.

"Can you sort out the gardens?" I requested.

Rooby looked ashamed of himself.

"Master will need a garden elf I am just a house elf," he said "Rooby can find a garden elf who needs more work if Master wishes".

The grounds would need to be maintained.

"Please take care of that" I requested.

The little elf bowed.

"Will everything be okay with us moving in?" I wondered "Need any help stocking the larder or anything like that?".

Again the House Elf seemed shocked that I asked.

"I will take care of everything young Master," said the House Elf "As I always have".

In the future, I might look more into how House Elves worked and lived, for now, I had other things to focus on.

"We need to pick out bedrooms," said Dawn "For once I am getting a big bedroom".

Since I wasn't concerned with my sleeping area I decided to go check out my workshop instead and to find my magical items.

Twycross Manor. Wizarding World.

Having a magic mirror was all sorts of fun. I'd been experimenting with it ever since I'd stopped exploring the house and I had entered my workshop.

This workshop, a feature I'd selected using the CYOA, was a mix of a study area and a potion lab, a fully stocked and equipped lab that would replenish its supplies, meaning that I hadn't needed to spend a knut on school supplies for the subject of potions.

While that was a little annoying I had only myself to blame for not taking that into account, and at least I would save money in the future.

Also in this room, I had a writing area, a space for even more books, a telescope with some charts next to the window and by the other much larger window was a small area to keep a few magical plants.

Most of my focus was on the magical mirror as I'd been testing its limits, trying to figure out what it could do. So far I'd discovered that it could show me any place or object I could name.

Not even Grimmuald Place despite me not being in on the Secret that kept it hidden. I knew it was magically hidden because I couldn't write down the name of the place or speak it out loud.

The only reason I knew that much was because I'd seen the place while looking for Harry Potter.

I also knew that the mirror can show me, anyone, that I have seen before as long as I knew their name even if I have only seen them in the movies.
When I sought out Voldemort it didn't work until I asked for Tom Riddle it showed me Professor Quirrell, or to be more precise the back of his head. I couldn't see through his turban, but I knew that the Dark Lord was there.

Thanks to the mirror I was able to confirm that Barty Crouch Junior was alive, out of Azkaban and hidden in his father's home. I wondered if I should top off the Aurors about the Death Eater.

When I asked the mirror to show me Winky the House Elf, who doesn't appear in the movies, the mirror didn't work, and I was able to test this with some minor characters who don't appear in the movies.

After changing the view back to that of seventeen-year-old Harry Potter I wondered why he was at Grimmauld Place rather than his Aunt's house. Then I remembered that he'd be seventeen by now and if the protections worked like the books they would be gone by now, so it made sense that Dumbledore would move him.

I didn't get sound, just an image, so I didn't know what the Boy-Who-Lived was saying to his godfather. I wondered if Siruis Black was free in this timeline or hiding in a home he hated just so he could look after his godson. I could find out later.

Again I changed the view so that I could see the Philosopher's Stone. Obtaining it was one of the challenges I'd selected to have more points to spend and to give myself a reason to ever leave my new house.

It was sitting in a vault in Gringotts many miles away and behind many defences, but it looked close enough for me to reach out and simply take it.

"James!" a voice called out.

I really should think of a better name for myself. James Twycross is fine to be known as publicly, but it wasn't a suitable name for a badass wizard. If I ever travelled this world while having adventure I would need a much cooler name to be known by.

"In here!" I yelled back.

Dawn and Raven soon entered my workshop.

"Can I help you, ladies?" I asked.

Dawn smiled at me.

"We came to convince you to take us out for a couple of drinks at the Leaky Cauldron," said the Key "Or maybe that Three Broomsticks pub".

Raven didn't like the sound of that.

"I don't want to see Hogwarts until we take the train, if we do it will spoil the experience, and we have a bar here" she pointed out.

Dawn partly agreed with that.

"Good point, I don't want to see the castle until then, but I do want a drink and maybe we can check out what Diagon Alley is like in the evening. Do wizards have restaurants and nightclubs?".

I had no idea, and I wouldn't mind finding out, but before I could agree to go out Raven began checking out the notes I'd been taking.

"You need to get that stone to keep your points?" she asked.

None of us seemed to remember every detail about the setup. I should have taken more time with it.

"Yes it's one of my challenges" I explained "There's no rush to complete the others I have years, but the biggest challenge is getting my hands on the stone and keeping it. I have to obtain the stone before it gets destroyed".

Not that I knew for sure it would be as I wouldn't trust Dumbledore's words to Harry about it being destroyed. I wouldn't;t trust Dumbledore if I was dying in a desert and he offered me a drink.

"What happens if you fail?" wondered Dawn.

That was a concern.

"Since I spent the points in advance I will lose whatever it was I spent them on," I told her.

That could be a problem.

"I won't be able to take it out of the magic mirror the Headmaster uses once it's at the school because I want to use it," I said to Dawn "I don't know if I would ever use the Elixer of Life because I don't know what sort of side effects it can have or even its made, but being able to produce gold sounds good as long as we do it carefully".

Perhaps I could take it from Hagrid when he takes the stone to Hogwarts? I just didn't know when that was going to be since Harry Potter might not need the Gamekeeper to help him get his stuff for school.

Plus even with my magical staff to amplify my spells I didn't have my magic that could disable or stun a half-giant.

"Give me a moment," said Raven.

She made a portal of dark energy appear and then she stepped into it. I saw her appear in the mirror as she used her powers to pick up the stone and destroy its packaging. Then she reentered my workshop before closing the portal.

"I don't want you to lose any points," she told me as she handed over the stone.

Dawn leaned in for a look.

"Oh, it's so pretty" she commented.

Before saying anything I placed the stone in my extra-dimensional storage. I hoped that once in there that no one could track it.

"Don't worry. I removed the tracking spell on the package," Raven told me.

Since she was empathic she must have picked up on my concern and decided what had been worrying me.

There was something else on my mind and I wished to discuss it.

"Can you just go wherever you want?" I asked.

I doubted it was as simple as she made it look.

"Not exactly" she answered, "Or I would have taken us to Diagon Ally right away. I have to know where it is I am going, and the further I travel the more it strains my powers. That's why I can't just go back to my dimension it's too far from his one, even just going to the bank took effort, and it adds to the strain to take people with me, but I can grab stuff for you if you show me the location in your mirror".

This would make a lot of things easier.

"Well that's a load off my mind," I said "Thank you, Raven. If there's anything I can do to repay you, let me know".

She didn't long to think about it.

"I want a date" she informed me "On our first weekend at the school you're taking me to the Three Broomsticks for a Butterbeer. If we're going to Hogwarts we're going to it right".

That was fine with me, and I could tell that it mattered to her.

"I still can't believe that we will get to go to Hogwarts," said Dawn "Willow will be so jealous, if I ever get to tell her".

"Envyous" corrected Raven "And I will help you to master your Key powers so you can visit your family".

If anyone could figure out how Dawn could access her powers as the Key it would be Raven and the CYOA made it clear that Dawn could learn to use her powers if she trained.

"Drink first" insisted Dawn.

"Someone's eager" I teased.

She smirked at me.

"I'm not an alcoholic or anything like that it's just nice to be able to go out without worrying about my control freak of a sister spoiling everything or being kidnapped by demons" she said.

Well, that made sense.

"Let me grab my coat," I said.

Since I'd put it into my special storage space I just had to reach out and grab it.

"I want to wear your invisibility cloak" requested Raven "I miss wearing a cloak".

Without saying a word I summoned the cloak, which didn't make you invisible unless you pulled up the hood, and Raven gifted me with one of her rare smiles before she put it on. As soon as did she began to seem more herself.

"Let's go see if the wizarding world has a nightlife," I said "If they don't we can try the normal world".

Since my expectations weren't high I didn't think I'd be disappointed. As for the normal world, some of the places I'd enjoyed visiting the first time I was seventeen should exist here.

"James, won't you having the stone change the plot of the first book?" asked Dawn as we headed out "I mean if Dumbledore doesn't have the stone at the school will Voldemort go there".

I gave it a little thought.

"Dumbledore can use a fake stone to lure Voldemort to the school," I said "I'm surprised he didn't use a fake one since it would be less risky".

My magic mirror wouldn't have been fooled that was, but Tom Riddle wouldn't have the means of testing the stone until he actually stole it so a false stone would have worked to draw him out of hiding.

"Wizards in this world are fools" commented Raven "I took the stone, Voldemort will never know we have it, and it is safer with us".

"Yeah you stole it," said Dawn with a look of mild surprise on her pretty face "Hold on, aren't you a superhero?".

We made our way to the road so we could summon the kight bus, no need to tax Raven's powers when there was public transport.

"I'm retired" stated the former Teen Titan "And it is safer with us than anywhere else in this world. Only we can access the stone and no one has any reason to suspect we have it".

She didn't mention it, but I felt sure she'd want to study the stone, but that wasn't something we could discuss tomorrow, for tonight we should go out and enjoy ourselves as we discovered more about this world.

Retirement Plan.

Part 6.

Twycross House. Wizarding World.

After taking both of my girls out for a couple of drinks, and after discovering that there is no such thing as a nightclub in the Wizarding World, much to Dawn's dismay, we returned home.

As it turned out they were both total lightweights when it came to drinking and needed to go lie down. Despite the rather late hour, I wasn't at all tired. So I returned to my workshop to look through my growing pile of notes.

One of the things I meant to do was test the personal perk I'd purchased that allowed me to me heal with my hands. With a thought I could make them glow gold.

In theory, I should be able to fix any medical problem short of death, however, I didn't have much of an idea what that meant in practice this meant I would need to test this power.

Already I'd considered sneaking off to a hospital and fixing a few people while remaining invisible. However, there were issues with that.

The Ministry had ways of tracking when magic was done in a muggle area, at least with wizards who had The Trace on them and I didn't know if I had the trace on me or if it would detect me using my CYOA-given abilities as unlikely as that seemed.

As such it looked like I'd have to bring some people here and I had the cells for them. Only that could lead to other problems as I don't think my girls would agree with me taking people as test subjects and people going missing from hospitals would also cause issues.

After some thought, I recalled that there were two magical people who were suffering from an illness of the mind that no magic could cure. Frank and Alice Longbottom. It didn't take long for me to use my magic mirror to confirm that they were still in the magical hospital.

With that in mind, I headed off to the hospital. The Knight Bus was a 24/7 service and I knew the address of the hospital which was also open 24/7 since idiots injure themselves at all hours.

I'd been to enough hospitals in my lifetime to know that being reckless with your health isn't something limited to magical humans.

Since I wasn't a fool I made sure not to go directly to the hospital on the bus and when I went inside I was invisible thanks to my cool cloak. I'd summoned it and I made sure to remind myself to return it to Raven once I was done as she rather liked wearing it.

To enter those premises, one simply had to step through the window of what appears to be a condemned department store called Purge and Dowse, Ltd.

The window acted as a magical gateway to the main building, much like the barrier at King's Cross Station which led to Platform Nine and Three-Quarters.

I assumed that there was a powerful muggle-repelling ward on the window so as to stop some random person on the street from simply leaning on the window and falling into the magical hospital.

When the Deputy Headmistress had given us a basic review of the magical world she'd told us that the hospital ended up located where it is because no one could find a better place to house it. Everywhere in Diagon Alley was too small, and space-expanding charms have their limits.

Eventually, a normal Muggle building was purchased in London so that patients could come and go while fitting in with the crowds. Not that they always did if the scenes in the books were anything to go by.

Lucky for the magical peoples, the mundanes of this world seemed to be making an effort not to notice the magic. Sunnydale Syndrome seemed to infect humans across the multiverse.

Although the hospital was meant for the magical community only, Muggles are admitted when they fall prey to magical problems, at least according to what I'd been told. I assumed that the non-magical humans had their memories removed before being sent home.

Also according to the teacher, there were strict guidelines concerning what gifts are allowed into the hospital, for the safety of the patients, so at least someone was acting a bit sensible. This did not concern me however as I was going to bypass any searches for contraband.

Even at night long after visiting hours had come to an end St Mungos was a busy place. There were many occupied beds and people sitting in the waiting area.

I wondered if this was typical and if the wand wavers were just fools who were always getting themselves injured. The magical world didn't even have much in the way of denizens if the student body at Hogwarts is anything to go buy so this seemed like a lot of injured people relative to the whole population.

Another thing I pondered was how overworked and dedicated the staff would be if they can help all of these people. It was a shame that I couldn't them more without risking myself.

My destination was The Janus Thickey Ward which was located on the fourth floor here at St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. The ward was named for Janus Thickey, a wizard who faked his own death so he could go and live with the landlady of a nearby pub.

Why anyone would name anything after someone like that I had no idea. Magical humans seemed to be insane a lot of the time. Common sense was even rarer here than in the mundane world.

I wondered if this was a byproduct of using too much magic or if this was the result of being raised in the magical world. If this was the latter then I felt glad that I'd grown up as a more normal human.

The door to the ward was locked, so as to prevent the patients from wandering about in the dark I assumed, but the door to the ward was opened easily enough by a simple unlocking spell that I got after a few tries.

"Alohomora" I whispered and my wand cooperated.

Security was a bit of a joke here in the magical world, something I'd made a mental note about. I didn't even have Raven to help me get into this place, and it had been easy, the vulnerable people here really should be better protected.

Thinking on perhaps once I had made some money, and I had a fair few ideas on how to manage that, I should make a big donation to his hospital and get them to improve upon their security. It would help with my renown and it wasn't as if I was planning on spending my own money.

This ward housed residents whose minds had been permanently affected by spells in ways that left them unable to live a normal life and they would be considered mentally ill in the Muggle world.

Which meant it was very important that I not wake anyone up. If they did awaken they would freak out and alert the staff when they became distressed.

I might be invisible, but that wouldn't help me much if the ward was flooded with people or someone started firing off spells. I could well imagine some moron doing that even if endangered innocent people.

In caught in the main part of the hospital, I could have just made the excuse that I was embarrassed to be seen, and that was why I was using the cloak. Here in this ward that excuse wouldn't make any sense.

Before long, I found Mr and Mrs Longbottom in a pair of beds that were next to each other. I didn't need to wake them all I needed to do was trigger my power with a thought and touch their heads for a while.

It would have been simple enough to check if I'd been successful if they were awake as I'd have been able to see any improvement. As it was I might have to come back.

I was sure that if they recovered that the magical newspaper would let me know as this would be big news. This made me think that maybe just healing them had been a bad idea as it would look a bit odd if they recovered rather suddenly.

Why I'd not considered this before I didn't know. Perhaps I was more tired than I'd realised and maybe the drink had affected my judgment a little. Next time I would run my ideas past one of my girls before leaving as it's always a good idea to get a second opinion on these things.

Since one of my challenges was to become somewhat famous it might seem smart to heal the Longbottoms publicly, but if I did that then everyone who wanted healing would never give me a moment's peace and the Ministry would try to control me.

No, there were other ways to become renowned and I had years to carry out those plans, for now, it would be best to stay under the radar and avoid the attention of certain wizards.

With that in mind, I waited a bit and did some more healing on other people. No one woke up and that made me wonder if they were being heavily medicated so that they slept so peacefully.

Once I was convinced that I'd done some good I made my way out of the room and I used a feature of the CYOA to return directly to my house rather than risk bumping into someone on the way out.

If I recalled the set-up correctly I should now be able to quickly return to this place until I opened up a way into the house from somewhere else.

Twycross House. Wizarding World.

"You've been gone for hours" complained Dawn as entered my bedroom to find her waiting for me.

I wasn't a big fan of my new bedroom it was needlessly opulent and the chandelier was simply too much, I felt like the main character in an Anne Rice novel.

By the looks of things, she'd been sitting in my bed while reading a book and when I entered the room Dawn bounced off the mattress, came over to me, grabbed my face and kissed me right on the lips.

"So where did you go at this time of night?" she questioned "You can't have a secret lover already".

Before answering I began running my hands over her fit body.

"I sneaked out to see if I could heal Neville Longbottom's parents," I said.

Since she'd read the books she knew who I meant.

"Did it work?" she asked.

Before I could answer the Key in human form began to undress me. Given that all she was wearing was a nightshirt it wasn't hard to guess what she'd come here for.

"I won't know for a while," I told her "They were asleep and I don't know how quickly mental problems can be healed".

Rather than discuss it further I grabbed onto her ass and squeezed it, making her moan and my actions encouraged her. She quickly got to work on getting my trousers off.

"I was going to make you wait a few more days so I didn't come off as a slut" said the former Sunnydale residence "But I figured that if we were going to be together for the rest of our lives we might as well get started".

Dawn stopped talking so that she could look at my bulge. Even with my underwear in the way, it was clear to see that I was very aroused.

"Raven wasn't kidding" she said "It is big".

I got erect very easily. So she didn't need to do anything.

"Have you been talking about my dick?" I questioned.

Dawn gave me a look that let me know that this had been a silly question.

"I think she might have named it already," she told me "And yeah we had a little girl talk this afternoon".

Once she had cock out of confinement she held it in her hand, as if she wasn't sure what to do with it. Then she lept into action, she got down into her knees at the foot of my four-poster bed, and she licked my man meat from the head down to the shaft a few times.

Dawn worked her way to taking my cock deep into her mouth. She went too far and ended up gagging.

"Take your time" I encouraged her "You'll figure it out".

Dawn began to relax and enjoy what she was doing. She looked up at me with her very beautiful eyes as she did her best to please me. Despite what she was doing she managed to look very innocent, so much so that when she stopped I wasn't at all annoyed with her.

"James, please fuck me" she begged.

Still, she managed to look rather sweet as she lay on the sheets, and for a few moments, I just gazed at her.

The lights were off in here, with only candles to see by, she must have turned off the lamp when she realised I was coming into the room, yet the light here was more than enough for me to admire her.

Dawn lifted up her sleepwear to show her bare pussy.

"She told me you prefer it this way," she said.

Clearly, the two of them were coordinating things behind the scenes. Not that I cared as I was too busy getting a good look at her pink little cunt to find out what they been saying. She had a very pretty little pussy and I decided to give it a taste.

"No don't do that. Not this time. I want you inside me" insisted Dawn "I want to please you".

That worked for me.

"Okay, there's no way that monster is going to fit in me," she said as I lined up my cock with her fuckhole.

I teased her a for a bit not actually entering her. Her fear wared with her lust and before long fear was defeated. Despite her misgivings about this situation, she seemed driven for us to have sex.

"You don't need to rush this" I assured her.

Some part of me was really annoyed that I'd spoken those words.

"Oh come on. Please fuck me, James," she pleaded "I need to do this. I'm just a bit nervous".

Of course, I accepted her invitation without delay since I'd gotten her flustered, and I really did want to have sex with her. When I entered her I was pleasantly surprised to find that she was also a virgin.

"No boyfriend in college?" I asked.

I felt sure that her losing her virginity was a big deal in the comic books. Perhaps Buffy Summers had screwed up magic before she could get that far. I wouldn't be at all surprised.

Dawn blushed, and given that I was partly inside her she had some trouble
focusing on my words, yet she managed to put together a response.

"Having a boyfriend when your sister is a control freak, overprotective, and in charge of her own small army of Slayer isn't easy," she told me "But to be fair I did get kidnapped a lot when I was in middle school and high school, so I don't blame her too much for having me followed".

Dawn shook her head as if she trying to drive away some thoughts.

"Let's not talk about my sister" she requested "You get to have sex with the Summers woman who isn't into humping corpses".

We exchanged looks.

"I hope that wasn't a total mood killer," she said.

Lucky for her my body is that of a seventeen-year-old male so it would take more than an awkward remark to stop me.

I went ahead and began to press into her, breaking her maidenhead and messing up another set of sheets. At least Rooby would have something to clean.

"It hurts" she complained "You're too big".

I pulled back only for her to dig her nails into my shoulder. Why did it so often feel as if women grew claws when you had sex with them?

"No stay in me" she begged "I'll take it".

For a time I kept my body still, my cock aching to ravage her tight teen pussy, yet I had to stop and wait until she was ready for me to start moving again.

"I'm ready for this" whispered the Key in human form.

If she was talking to herself or me I didn't know, and I couldn't bring myself to care enough to find out because all I wanted to do was fuck her, to fully claim her as my girl.

Over time I got to do that, picking up the pace as she got used to these new feelings. It was easy to tell that she wasn't regretting pushing herself to go through with this.

She made all sorts of interesting noises as I fucked her. Much like Raven had done at first, only Dawn proved to be even more vocal as she was as stoic as my other companion.

Given that my ears were close to her mouth it was impossible for me to miss any sound that she emitted.

"Oh yes!" she screamed "Stay inside me".

It amazed me how she went from sounding as if she'd been wounded by some brute to acting as if this was the best thing that ever happened to her.

"Fuck me!" she yelled.

I didn't know if that was a demand or just a statement of shock about how good this felt, and knowing wouldn't have changed anything.

Soon I was giving her a good pounding. Dawn used her claws on me again and then mostly went limp before I felt her back arch, and then she grabbed onto me very tightly.

She expressed her orgasm very loudly, and I would need to make sure this room was soundproofed for the sake of others.

I kept up the pace of shagging which kept the Key in human form from being able to do anything other than be shagged. I was getting close when she finally spoke.

"Oh wow you're still going," said Dawn "Are you going to cum inside me?".

That was the plan.

"I want you to come inside me," she was now saying "I want to know how it feels, and you can come inside me because I took a potion I got from the apothecary, and I'm going to shut up before I start rambling on like an idiot".

She didn't need to worry about being offputting just because she was feeling nervous, I was soon cumming inside her warm, wet young cunt, an action that got her moaning some more.