Author's Rant- Disclaimer? First chapter please.

Thank you for all the reviews you blessed me with. You don't have any idea how much I appreciate your reviews and patience with me and my broken luck (remember luck not muse because I have finished this story till Harry's trip to Bones Manor in my notes).

The poll results are as follows-

Aurora Sinistra- 34

Septima Vector-10

Irma Pince- 5

Bathsheda Babbling- 3

Someone new?- 1

As you can see it, the clear cut winner of this poll is Aurora Sinistra! The hot chocolate of Hogwarts and woman who rules the dreams of us mere mortals.

As promised this chapter will introduce her and have her get some alone time (very little because it's starting) with Harry Potter.

Also, this chapter is mostly focused on how and what happened with the boys and what were the changes it brought in the Wizarding community. You all will get your Harry centred chapters again from Chapter eleven onwards.

Also, my Beta reader Devildestroyer was unavailable. This is why you will find some spelling and grammatical mistakes, please ignore those.

Author out!

"I am Talking."

'I am Thinking'

Spells

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You are quite, they call you a coward,

You spoke and now you are stupid.

You lost they will sneer,

You won they will cheer...

~R-Kade

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Previously in SotW-

"Something you wish to tell me Severus?" Dumbledore asked levitating a glass full of cool water towards the most hated professor of Hogwarts who had been scared for his life ever since the five boys had been cursed.

Snape ignored the glass and nodded frantically "Ma-Marcus Flint woke up just five minutes ago."

Silence of the Winters

-by Dev Sagittarius Black

~~Chapter 10: Everything Ends~~

'WHAAAAAAAMM!'

The doors to the most daunted wing of Hogwarts school banged against the cold stone wall and two figures came in running as fast their bodies would allow. Though it was all for nought because by the time they arrived, the interview had already been started and as a result they were just asked to stand beside the patient and maintain their silence.

Who told them to do so? The fiercest matron and old queen of the Hospital wing who had served the school for past thirty two years, giving her the right to not to be afraid of anyone. Be it a teacher, the headmaster, Minister for Magic or Mer-bloody-lin himself.

As it was, the Headmaster and his fellow lapdog Snivellous Snape stood three foot from the lying boy who's head was being craddled by his mother and who was being interrogated about the dratted night that led him to this bed by Auror captain, Gawain Robards, one, who was already limited by the wing's queen's 'Just FIVE questions' limit.

"Hello Mr. Flint, myself auror captain, Gawain Robards. I am here to ask a few questions from you regarding the Halloween night. You are feeling well to answer me, yes?" Robards asked the boy in a more soothing voice which could be traced back to the glare Flint Sr was burning him with and the presence of Lady Flint and Madam Pomfrey.

"Ye-sss. I am f-fine. A little headache, but I am fine." Flint muttered after taking a sip of his lukewarm Honey and Water syrup to rid himself of his itchy throat. Actually, his itchy throat was cleaned the moment he took a sip of the sweet drink. The thing that made him drink it at a slow pace was the unnerving atmosphere around him. Red and Blue dressed aurors, Hitwizards, three unspeakables, three matrons, his parents, McGonagall, Dumbledore and head of his school house.

Then there were the seven light globes, the size rounding off to a bludger, each emitting a light of it's own and showing something different that was regularly checked by one of the matrons. What were they? His bodily statistics? Merlin knows.

"Well then, my first question to you is, could you describe what really happened that night? If you can remember it that is? I would like to know how much you do remember." Robards nodded and the dicta quill beside him sprung to life.

Flint remembered, he remembered very well what they were doing, it was unfortunate that he remembered because he just couldn't stop his mouth from speaking as soon as his brain found the required memory, which unfortunately happened to be the last one.

"We were standing, in classrom 4G. All of us, under Warrington had planned for that day a week in advance. All of us were jealous of her, angry that she easily skirts with the high profile ones and ignores us completely till we, ourselves, don't require her." Everyone present frowned at that, they hadn't been aware of indulgence of a female entity. Nor had any girl, in their investigations, been found guilty.

"I wasn't that much against her, but she had denied to bow to both Warrington and Pucey, and that's what had angered them most. No one in the last seven years had ever denied them of anything, and a mere firsty doing that was something they didn't take well. This was why they called us in on twenty-fifth and told us of the plan." Flint looked contemplative of what he was going to say next, but by some invisible force words were thrown out of his mouth.

"We gave Parkinson some sickles to change the water on Grengraas's bedside table with the one we gave her, that had three drops of diuretics in it. Enough to make the girl use loo once instantly, we knew she drank two glasses fifteen minutes before dinner. And used that particular time to our advantage." Everyone was dead silent, two more names, both first year girls came out. One criminal other...still not clear.

"The five of us made some excuse and went out of the great hall just as Greengrass entered with Davis, we hid in classroom next to it and followed the duo till they reached the second floor girl's bathroom." He was trying his best to keep silent or make some story but something inside him was forcing these words out of his mouth now.

"W-We then stunned Davis a-nnd threw her in one of the stalls as we stunned Greengrass and carrrrried her to classroom 4G." There was a collective gasp as Flint described in detail, their mis adventures in kidnapping the Greengrass heiress and what they were going to do with her.

When the disrobing part of the tale came, no one wanted to believe that someone as young as school boys would do something as horrible as this. Lady Flint began crying and took this from a totally different POV.

"NooOOO! No my dearest son, you don't have to lie. No one is going to harm you, they will have to go through this lady to pluck your hairs even. I won't let any harm befall on you my son, please tell us the truth. Don't be afraid of anyone."

She was holding the school boy's head and was crying bitterly,wailing her heart out, she couldn't believe her baby Marcus could do something this bad. He was surely covering for someone, most probably the one who is making him fight for life from death.

"I-I am not l-l-lying motherrr. I can't lie even if I want to." Flint grunted trying his best to stop his mouth, his body was not taking well to the strain he was putting on himself and that showed in the flickering light bubbles floating above his bed.

"Aurors, my patient is getting strained to answer you-" Pomfrey began but was not able to say any further as Robards asked ( read requested) more time to get the details.

"Tell us what exactly happened that night Mr. Flint. The time when you all were ambushed." He so wanted to slap this boy hard, curse him with a shrivelling curse and leave this case, school kids raping a first year? Preposterous! But be knew that way of action will not be taken lightly.

"I was just standing by the side." Flint began, relatively more rrlaxed because now, others had done all the things while he just stood there watching it. "They were deciding to obliviate Greengrass before Pucey rejected the idea and asked Higgs and Rosier to de-robe her."

If Flint had seen the faces around him he would have considered repenting his brash statements, but he didn't and therefore missed the angry aurrors, hitwizards and his green mother and Matrons.

"What happened after that? Did they succeed?" Robards pressed being aware of the glare he was recieving from the Hogwarts matron and keeping one eye at the flickering numbers in the glowing light globes overhead.

"Th-thenn h-h-he ca-me..." Flint muttered trembling lightly as sweat beads formed on his forehead and his eyes dilated as if re-watching the massacre happening right in front of his eyes.

"Completely Black...from tip to toe, everything was Black. Dark Black robes, gloved hands, shin-high black boots...half hooded face." Flint's body gave an involuntary shudder and the numbers showing his heartbeat increased rapidly while the one depicting his consciousness started decling.

"Robards I am telling you-" Pomfrey was stopped by the urgency in the Auror

"Anything else Mr Flint? Anything that you found different in him? His height? Width? Anything!" Robards pressed further trying more and more to get anything significant.

"He was as tall as father, if not a bit tallerrrr...aa-and long blonde hairs that I spotted when he jum-ped for cover...very gruffff voisse..."

"ENOUGH AURORS! THATS ENOUGH! GO AWAY AND THAT TOO NOW!" Pomfrey shouted and physically pushed the aurors away shouting at them while they begged for just one more question and as the other two Matrons started working on Flint, giving him anaesthetic and then trying their best to stabilise his condition.

Flint Sr. glared Dumbledore as he consoled his wife, normally it was out of tradition for the lady of House Flint to cry like this and her husband to console, they had occulomency for Merlin's sake but this was not a normal condition. He looked towards his unconscious boy who would very soon leave this plannet, definitely not normal.

"Do everything in your power Dumbledore or I will kill each and every suspected male in your school." He so wanted to say this but controlled himself and shot a disgusted sneer in the old headmaster's direction before moving out of the stone wing that smelled of phenyl, potions and healing salves.

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Two weeks, that's the time the aurors and Hitwizards took to re-re and redo the same things that they had previously done, though this time, there was a twist. That twist being the involvement of Heiress Daphne Greengrass in the interrogation process.

She had been forced to reveal her involvement as victim which greatly incensed Lord Gerald Greengrass and he demanded repayment and house debts from the five dark houses that could have scarred her for lifetime.

In return the Greengrass heiress was asked to give a memory of the encounter, which although reluctantly she did give. Prime reason for the reluctance was her oath of not telling anyone her protector's identity which sounded dumb because she herself didn't know who saved her. Infact by the time she had removed the blindfold, there was no one in the room.

With due time rest of the boys gained their consciousness and gave their details. Not surprisingly, each of them told the same thing which further strengthened the belief of the boys being held under some kind of truth serum or ritual because raping a first year girl was certainly not something to be proud of and bragged.

Cassius Warrington even gave his own memory which the aurors used to fasten their investigation by copying it and sending it to different auror departments worldwide and launching a country-wide SoS (Shoot on Sight) with a bounty of five hundred galleons if dead and seven hundred galleons if living.

Unfortunately, no one succeeded in their pursuit of, as the Prophet called him, Ancient Murderer. There wasn't a single person who matched the description given by the boys.

The aurors had investigated all the boys who were 5'8" or more, who had blonde hairs, or boys who had both the properties, and still nothing came out of their diligent investigations. It was as if the person came out of thin air, cursed the boys and vanished back to wherever he came from.

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"What can you tell us Mr Croaker, the situation is under control right?" Lucius Malfoy asked the hooded figure standing in the headmaster's office, currently the chief unspeakable and his assistant were the only two ones being glared by five lords who had their sons under treatment in the Hogwart's hospital wing.

"I am afraid, the news isn't good. We tried contacting Tmíma Mystríon but they are saying they closed working on this curse a century ago and after Grindelwald's attack, several of their spell works disintegrated to nothingness. Therefore they specifically told us to give up our hope on them helping us, even with the spell's arithmetical formula." Croaker told them in his charmed double voice that hid his real one.

Fact was, everyone knew that a spell crafted in a country is that particular country's jewel. The formula becomes even more important because that shows the intellectual level of the department workers and different nations have various reasons to be afraid of the base formula being stolen or their brains being bought by more powerful nations.

Grindelwald's attack just served a good little excuse to not to sabotage their diplomatic relations with each other.

"Who cares if they won't tell the base formula. You lot are said to be the best minds in Britain, right? So use that brain, derive the formula, and for Circe's sake do something productive!" Flint growled as he slammed his fist.

"Lord Flint" This time Croaker's voice sounded eerily scary "I do very well understand your frustrations and therefore will excuse this miss of yours, but do keep in mind that you of all people don't control the Department of Mysteries and therefore have no right whatsoever to tell us what we have to do, am I understood?"

"You dare tell me what-"

"Now-now gentlemen, we all are grown-ups here right. It would not suit any of us to bicker like hormonal teenagers." Lucius' smooth voice broke the argument and the man himself signalled Flint Sr. to keep his wand inside and sit down.

Then the bleach blonde Lord of House Malfoy turned towards Croaker "Chief Croaker, we understand your situation and know that you are doing all you can to help us. But surely this is not all, is it? You didn't call us just so you could brake this news which I am sure would have been easier done by a letter, right?"

Croaker didn't respond for a while and Lucius shifted in his seat, he knew it was useless but the unspeakables did make themselves appear quite scary, and a pissed off chief appeared scarier.

"You are correct Lord Malfoy, I called everyone of you here to tell you that we have successfully cracked eighty percent of the base formula but we have yet to formulate the one that counters it." Croaker saw the Lords, Headmaster and his deputy sigh in despair.

"Our sons won't make it that far Croaker. Even now, after all this treatment they are being restrained and forcefully kept under a sleeping potion. We don't want them to live like that." Rosier looked down and sighed.

"Do anything Croaker, I just want my son to live a life free of all this stupidity. I can't watch him suffer and sit idle as he cries his night's out."

"We are doing all we can Lord Higgs, I have even formulated a few ways to stretch their lifespan. They are just speculations but they are all we have right now. If the situation comes to it, I will prosecute those plans of mine and see where they take us in this battle." Croaker saw the Lords look at each other before Lucius nodded "Now, if there's anything else?"

None of them spoke.

"Very well, I will take my leave then." He rose from his chair and moved towards the door followed by his assistant.

They were quite a few yards away from the stone castle when his assistant spoke "If you don't mind me asking sir, what is it that you would have done to stretch the boys' lifespan?"

"Cut their balls off."

The chief's assistant stopped mid-stride and looked towards his hooded boss who walked away as if he just told them it would be sunny today. He still didn't know if his boss was joking or was he seriously considering cutting the boys' balls off?

Three days after this, the boys were taken home with the clause that a homely environment would benefit them more than the stenchy hospital wing with prying eyes and ears and matrons that neither gave them good tasty food nor allowed them better beds.

Slowly the tents too were removed from Hogwarts grounds and everyone except for the on-duty aurors and Hitwizards left the wizarding school to report somewhere else or just back to their old routine of reporting dark wizards doing something illegal and raiding their base.

Exactly five days later, the unspeakables were called to work whatever magic they could. Croaker reassured the parents that they had derived the base formula, though they were not sure if it was correct because they weren't going to try this curse on anyone. But they hadn't been able to derive the counter formula.

But since it was indeed a situation of 'do or die', Chief unspeakable Croaker executed his two deduced plans of- A, literally removing the boys' testicles, because as per the formula, this curse elevated the hormonal levels and according to the muggle born thirty five year old unspeakable Roar, who was given this project, Male hormones originated from some specific things called 'Salls' or was it shells? No...cells? Maybe.

Fact was it came from testicles and so those testicles were to be removed. Plan B said to cut off the part of brain that had receptors to this hormone, this was to be executed if removing balls wasn't successful enough. They had to do both.

Quidditch was for sure cancelled completely, because one of the houses wasn't having enough players and House Slytherin was not willing to go for a tryout because, in their words, they wanted to honour their friends by not doing tryouts while they still had a chance at life.

In reality, Harry deduced it was more because they knew their bench-players weren't very good and they were training them before cup resumed in January and if by that time, the previous players are good enough, well and good. This was what Slytherin really stood for, ambition and resourcefulness. And that includes turning a disaster into an opportunity.

One week, exactly one week was all it took for a flock of Ravens to descend down the wooden tables of Hogwarts School. The event was more bizarre because of the dark atmosphere of December nights.

Each of them carrying a pitch black scroll.

And it was as if the colour of scrolls changed the mood of Hogwarts populace, because each of them knew what was written inside it.

Dumbledore stiffened in his seat at Hogwarts as he sensed what was about to happen.

"What happened Albus?" Bless his ignorant deputy to ask such a trivial question at such an inappropriate moment.

"We have got some guests Minerva." He said tersely, 'Some very impatient guests' immediately he stood up and ran towards the Hogwarts main gates with his deputy in tow which ofcourse attracted the general populace of students and teachers alike.

But that was not what really drew their attention afterall if not common it was not unusual for Headmaster and his deputy to roam Hogwarts together (mind it, not that way), it was the five very loud bangs that caused the students to run towards the grounds and the sight there caused them to gasp in dread.

Seven men, each of them wearing complete black robes and had Five levitating dead bodies behind them, each body was about eight ft from ground level.

"Albus Dumbledore" Lord Caius Warrington intoned in his gravely voice as wind howled around them, billowing their pitch black robes.

"Caius" Dumbledore stepped forward but stopped himself when he saw all other lords pointing their wands towards him.

"No headmaster, we aren't here for pleasantries anymore, we are here for...an announcement." Lucius Malfoy drawled out and signaled Lord Rosier who stepped forward and levitated a Blood red scroll towards the Chief Warlock.

"Tick Tock Dumbledore...Time passes and we lose ourselves faster than we expect." He glared once more and eyed each and every of the present staff and students before swirling his cloak and stomping his way to Hogwarts gates, the levitating bodies floated behind them as they passed the Hogwarts wards and portkeyed out.

Dumbledore slowly opened the scroll and sighed, it was as if he had aged a hundred years all of a sudden. Because there was just one line written on that scroll.

'Hogwarts will celebrate deadly Halloweens from now...'

The days after this incident were rather glum for Hogwarts and the burial day was declared a complete Holiday for everyone.

Changes in day-to-day life were huge though. Complete Wizengamot had been called and the grown ups had banged their heads together to formulate the pathway for their nation. Giving rise to conclusions-

First, The search for the Ancient Murderer was to continue along with the SoS.

Second, The curse was declared partially illegal, not completely because whoever it was used on had accepted their faults. They had even given the memory that gave out their involvement with such a heinous act.

Third, Department of Mysteries had been given the job to formulate the counter-curse and submit it for Wizengamot testing ASAP.

Fourth and last, The case (CR-93- Sc: 375- 00078- LND-WIZ) had been officially put to a halt since there was no evidence strong enough to push this case in one direction.

Changes in Hogwarts weren't as gargantuan as that in Wizengamot but they were quite significant, like First and second years moving in groups of threes or more, no one roamed the Hogwarts halls after curfew.

The infamous Weasely twins et al. had for once stopped their crusade against Hogwarts discipline and had stopped pranking anyone they could. Mostly because they had recieved Warning howlers from Molly The Banshee Weasley, that they would be pulled out of Hogwarts immediately if they stepped a toe out-of-line.

Slytherin house suffered some changes of it's own, including the power shift from Dark Sect towards the Neutral ones. Daphne Greengrass now held the importance in their monthly meetings and was the face of first year Slytherins whereas Draco Malfoy, who was again on a mission to gather more competent followers, was asked to be more subdued.

Slytherin house as one had also been given time till January 7th to start tryouts and select new team members and bench players or else they will be removed from the yearly Quidditch Cup.

Harry felt someone sit close to him, far too close for a distant friend and too far for a very close one. He kept on writing the potion ingredients that could substitute for the three not very easily found ones in the formation of Eye-cure potion.

"How are you Harry?"

Harry internally sighed at the woman's method of starting a conversation but gave a small reassuring smile "I am fine Professor Sinistra, how about yourself?"

Sinistra sighed beside him and shook her head "Oh c'mon Harry I am very sure you can call me Aurora in our private meetings, yes? Afterall it's what, seventh time we are meeting here?"

"We are Professor, but I never knew this was some private meeting." He stopped writing and looked at her straight in the eyes making redness crawl over her cheeks.

"I-I guess but we can name it like that. You are here after curfew on this deserted tower at this time of night. Part of me wants to hand you over to Filius for breaking rules but another part thanks you for the intelligent company you offer." This was ofcourse a lie as she just wanted more and more of her time with him, why the hell keep Astronomy as a side subject? She could have started Charms or Potions or Merlin forbid Transfigurations just so she could spend more and more time with her most favourite boyfrie-erm-student.

'Deserted tower? Suuurrree, what were the fourteen other living magical cores that I sensed then?' He didn't say it out but he knew she was lying through her teeth of the tower being deserted.

Seriously, even after all the patrolling guards, students found ways to fool around. He gave a salute to their utter stupidity.

Harry didn't reply, instead he looked towards the twinkling stars that were only visible because of the Astronomy tower's charmed glass ceiling as it was literally snowing outside.

He didn't know if it was the cool atmosphere or the darkness but Nights were his home. He didn't know and didn't care, it was like his anguished, strained and tortured self found relief in the utter blackness amid stars. He became more forthcoming with his life at night, it was a dangerous thing but he was safe till no one knew.

A hand snapped its fingers in front of his eyes and he turned his head to see the hand retracting towards his companion Professor, and...did she reduce the distance or was she already this close when she sat?

"You again started star gazing, honestly Harry sometimes it's like you love stars more than me." She giggled at her joke while he just stared at her face with such an intensity as to melt iron.

Right now he was successful enough to melt her and witness the redness grow as she shyly looked down.

"How may I help you Professor?" Harry asked her as politely as he could.

"Again Professor? Okay, help me by saying Aurora. I don't want anything other than that from you right now." Aurora looked at his chiseled face and blushed when he quirked his left eyebrow. Still that didn't lessen the intensity with which she was pursuing her demand.

Harry internally sighed as he shook his head "I am sorry Professor but I won't be able to agree with you on this."

"What? But why?" She had never heard about Harry of all people denying a professor, but then she had never heard him brake rules either and yet here he was sitting beside her three hours after curfew.

"Because I have to go get some sleep, it was nice talking to you Professor, may you have a great night." Harry wished her and turned swiftly to move out ASAP, what's it with Aurora Sinistra and her private mission to shorten his 'starry time'? Idiot woman.

Sinistra watched with a tinge of depression as she saw Harry move down the stairs. She didn't know what to do to get him to notice her like a woman.

This was the seventh time she met him and millionth time she yearned for him. It all started when one night she caught him copying an ancient manuscript to a tome. At first she thought him to be a senior student what eith his physique and height but then she saw his face and she swore she was stuttering mess that night.

Such a handsome diamond shaped chiseled face with high cheek bones and perfectly strong jawline. The soft quiff of raven black hairs and the long pointed masculine nose and full pink coloured cupid bow lips with upturns at the ends. The ones that she had personally nicknamed 'edible lips' for obvious reasons.

And then there were his eyes. Oh how she wished she could replicate the exact colour and texture that were his. They were a complete set of greens that mixed within themselves to throw the most enchanting colours her mortal eyes could ever witness. She had literally lost herself a few times while glancing in his never ending pools of emerald.

Seriously! Such perfection should be classified illegal and banned from being shone to humanity. It should be thrown in a preserved cell with a strict jailor who never left their duty of watching him. And there was no one on planet Earth who could have done the jailor's job better than her, in her eyes atleast.

She had time and again berated herself for feeling such...lewd things about someone ten years her junior. But then occulomency was not something she was very good at. Or maybe he was just too good for her meagre occulomency shields?

Circe knows it how hard she tries to resist the urge to snog him senselessly, to plunge her tongue in his mouth and wrestle with him till he quenched her thirst and made her his, till his toes curled and lips looked identical to ripe tomatoes, till he owned her body, mind and soul.

Every single time it was the thought of taking it slow that calmed her and relived her. Part of her calmness also came from her personal half-an-hour ME time she gave herself before sleeping.

Aurora knew this was infatuation which was crawling its way towards an insane lust for an underage teenager, which was seriously not a good thing. Nopes, not one bit. Especially since thr boy she fancied was her own bloody STUDENT!

The astronomy professor sometimes wished to get some courage and tell her troubled messed up feelings to her best friend and colleague Irma but then she stopped because of the disaster it would cause. Her entire career would be abolished and her degrees thrown in Knockturn Alley alongwith herself, to be used by a rich wizard as a one-night play toy.

The fact that her friend eyed her Harry like it was a juicy piece of meat didn't help much. Aurora knew if Irma asked then she could share anything with the sexy Hogwarts librarian but that anything did NOT include Harry Potter.

Still she could only watch as Harry spent majority of his free time cooped up in that dank book house under the excessively watchful eyes of Irma Pince. Oh how unfair was the game of life, she moaned in despair before going after wayward Romeos and Juliets fooling around in the tower. Yep, she knew she lied about deserted tower, Astronomy tower could never be deserted till Hogwarts nurtured young adolescent romances.

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Ending Note- And there you have it, tenth chapter of 'Silence of the Winters'. Liked it? Loved it? Hated it? please do review! I am literally waiting for the, I can't describe how blessed I feel to have my reviews exceed expectations. I read every review atleast thrice as they are the sole source of my motivation.

This time I am putting a request of reaching120 reviews in total. I don't know if I am asking too much but with nearly 500 followers, this much is expected, right? I do say this everytime that I don't want lavish paragraphs (though will be grateful if you gave that much of your busy time to this aspiring writer's story), a simple 'Good Work Dev' would work wonders for my motivation and help bring the next chapter sooner.

And like always constructive criticism is welcomed.

Also, Sorry for the delay guys, I don't know what happened but 's desktop mode was not being activated on my cell. I stupidly thought it to be some kind of glitch and waited for the site owners to remove it. Then I went to reddit forums and saw quite a few authors like me, one of them told me about the app which helped me in finishing this chapter.

I did gave the two women who will be in for Harry's affections. Originally I had meant it for Madam Pince to work her magic and be the only one (What with all the time he stayed in library, plus there are very few fics where there's an affair between Harry and Irma Pince).

But the clear cut winner of the poll is none other than the hot chocolate astronomy professor of Hogwarts, and therefore you have her completely submerged for Harry's affections. Hope you liked it.

Looking out for the upcoming motivation. And a VERY BIG HAPPY NEW YEAR TO EVERYONE!!

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