"What in Merlin's name are you?" Celine demanded, her narrowed eyes fixed on Sirius as he rummaged through his expandable bag, retrieving their clothes.
Sirius, feigning ignorance on the surface, absentmindedly replied, "Hmm... What do you mean?" He hurriedly handed Celine her clothes and immediately began wearing his clothes, shivering in the cold of their surroundings, making a conscious effort not to stare at Celine, who was also getting dressed.
They found themselves huddled inside a small cave that Sirius had stumbled upon while fleeing. Luckily, he had managed to use his remaining magic to create a deep enough cave to shield them from the Dragon's fiery breath, yet narrow enough to keep the Basilisk at bay.
"I am obviously asking about the enormous creature that was just beside me a few minutes ago, the one you apparently transform into at will," she pressed, slipping into her jeans and t-shirt before settling against the cave wall.
"Oh, that..." Sirius said nonchalantly while shrugging on his T-shirt, "That was just my animagus—"he started to explain, only to be abruptly interrupted by a tremendous impact against the mountain. The cave trembled, showering them with small debris. Undeterred, Sirius continued, "As I was saying... it was just my Animagus form. You know what an Animagus is, right? It's essentially a witch or wizard who can transform—"
"I know what an Animagus is," she impatiently interjected. "But the creature, or rather monster, you transformed into was obviously a 'Magical' one."
"So?" Sirius replied with a shrug, securing his expandable bag around his neck and finally taking a seat across from her with a sigh of relief.
"SO? SO!" she exclaimed incredulously. "A magical Animagus has never been documented in written history. Not only did you transform into a supposedly impossible magical beast, but it's one I've never seen or heard of before. And you act as if it's no big deal!"
"What do you want—" Sirius was interrupted once more, this time by a resounding roar, followed by the distinct sound of a dragon exhaling flames. The heat reached them even within the depths of the cave.
"Forget about that and focus on the present," Sirius said, his gaze momentarily shifting towards the cave entrance, "We need to figure out a way to get out of this situation quickly because if I am not wrong then it won't be long before they get to us and then the only option we'll have is to either become snake food or lizard food,"
Sirius was periodically turning into his half-grim form every few minutes to get a feel of the situation outside and to say the least things were looking quite grim for them. The Dragon was using its intense fire to melt down the outer layer of the mountain and when those melting rocks cooled down after a while and became brittle, the Basilisk would then use its massive tail to slam into those brittle rocks to break them away.
They were basically both working together to chip away at the mountain to get to them as absurd as it was for something to be working together with a Basilisk with its death gaze but it seems that Herpo found it the perfect partner as the Dragon was probably the only creature that was immune to it.
"I can recover my magic in—" Sirius closed his eyes to scan his magical reserve's condition and said, "about an hour at most and I think that I can somehow take care of the Dragon—"
"Wait a minute! Did you just say an hour?!" Celine interrupted, her voice filled with disbelief. "That's preposterous. You were on the verge of collapsing from magical exhaustion, just like I was. It should take days, not hours, for you to cast a simple Lumos spell—" Realizing her agitation, she took a few calming breaths before continuing, her smile tinged with false sweetness. "You know what? I give up. I won't bother questioning it anymore. Please, go on," she concluded, gesturing for him to proceed.
"Umm..." Sirius awkwardly opened and closed his mouth, searching for helpful and reassuring words, but none came to mind. He simply shrugged and resumed his previous train of thought. "Ahem... As I was saying, I think I can handle the Dragon, or at least keep it at bay if it's alone. Our primary concern right now is finding a way to deal with the Basilisk."
"What! You can't even handle a Basilisk... What a shame!" Celine retorted sarcastically, shaking her head. "And here I thought you were a skilled wizard... tch... tch..."
Sirius let out a frustrated sigh. "Instead of being snarky, perhaps you could be helpful for once," he replied, growing weary. "You haven't done much since we arrived here, except for getting irritated at mosquitoes or at me or—" Before he could finish his sentence, Celine reached her breaking point.
"Ahhh—You bastard!" Celine roared as she lunged at Sirius, her hands aiming for his throat as if to strangle him.
"Stop it, you crazy witch!"
Sirius fell backwards, and Celine ended up straddling his abdomen, attempting to strangle him. Sirius struggled to defend himself, but Celine proved surprisingly agile and athletic for a witch and he was having trouble concentrating because she was rubbing too much and too close to his main point.
"Hey! Hey! I am sorry! Sorry!"
"I'll kill you!"
But Celine was too consumed by her own frustration and anger to listen, her nails digging painfully into Sirius's skin.
"Ah! That's enough," Sirius finally exclaimed, summoning a burst of strength. He swiftly flipped her over, reversing their positions. Their bodies pressed together, faces so close that each could feel the other's heavy breathing.
"Ugh... Let go of me!" Celine squirmed with all her might, but Sirius held both her hands firmly in his right grip while using his other hand to support himself against the ground.
"Why? So you can attack me with your nails? No thanks," he retorted.
Celine continued to struggle, but after a few moments, she realized the futility of overpowering Sirius. She ceased her efforts, breathing heavily but now more composed. "Let go!"
"I don't want to," Sirius absentmindedly replied, his gaze fixed on her face at close range. To his surprise, even with her dishevelled golden curls and her cute nose puffed up in anger, Celine appeared enchantingly beautiful, momentarily mesmerizing him.
Celine noticed Sirius's vacant gaze, his eyes wandering all over her face, particularly her lips. She couldn't believe he was feeling lust at such a moment. A mischievous gleam sparkled in her eyes as she resolved to teach him a lesson. Slowly, she raised her head, closing the small distance between them, and locking her gaze with his. Then, she kissed him.
Sirius was surprised for just a moment before his bodily instincts took over and he started kissing her fiercely. Her lips tasted like the juicy wet inside of a mango and Sirius kept sucking on her parted lips as he just couldn't get enough.
Celine felt Sirius's fingers lose their grip on her hands but she couldn't even remember what she had thought of doing next, her body was moving on its own as her hands wrapped around Sirius's neck and she responded to his kissing passionately. His hands started to roam on her body going from her ass to her hips to her waist until they finally reached her boobs, and he hesitated there for just a moment and when he didn't feel any resistance from her, his hands immediately went for the prize.
Sirius felt a surprising amount of perkiness and bounciness from Celine's breasts, it was hard to tell from the clothes she typically wears but the girl was packing a surprising amount. His hands grabbed both her tits roughly and he immediately started kneading and pressing them over her bra, his hands were feeling so heavenly at that moment that he just wanted to go on forever.
Celine didn't know when it happened but one second she was kissing Sirius and the next second both of their clothes were thrown a foot away and she was in her bra and panties while he just had his underwear on. It was easy to tell that bastard was so skilled and experienced in this that she didn't even notice him take off her clothes but she was enjoying herself too much at the moment to think about it.
He only stopped kissing her after her lips were swollen and satisfied before he started going down while peppering kisses on her neck sending a tingling down her spine. His hands caressed the side of her breasts and before she knew it he unhooked her bra with just two fingers and she raised her hands to help him remove them.
Sirius threw the bra away and the moment he caught the sight before him he couldn't take his eyes off of them as he just stared at the two beautiful pink cherries on two bountiful snow-white mountains. He was so mesmerised by their beauty that he didn't even hesitate and his mouth went toward them unconsciously, and immediately he took the left cherry into his mouth while simultaneously playing with her right nipple with his hand.
"Ahh...Ah..."
Celine moaned fiercely and her nipples perked up in arousal as she felt him play with them, he was intense yet surprisingly gentle with her boobs as if he was handling something delicate. He bit, sucked, licked and played with her tits to his heart's content and every single time he did that a pleasurable shiver ran through her body.
His fingers went toward her wet panties after a while and he started rubbing on her pussy making her moan and squirm as he expertly stimulated her clitoris. He started going down again after thoroughly playing with her perked-up nipples. Dropping kisses over her navel he reached her pussy and removed her panties in a single flick.
He looked at her from between her legs and the sight of his handsome face nestled at her lower entrance aroused her more than anything. He slowly lowered his mouth and touched her sensitive part with his lips and almost immediately a shiver went through her body making her even more wet.
He immediately went to work on her wet folds and his tongue moved inside her in ways that she never even imagined was possible. For a total of ten minutes, she moaned, squirmed, writhed and screamed in pure pleasure as he made her come twice, each climax fiercer than the last.
Finally, when her head was just filled with ecstasy he removed his mouth and raised his body and lined up his rock-hard dick over her pussy. He looked straight into her eyes while rubbing his cock over her wet pussy and she was finally unable to handle his teasing and moaned in desperation.
"Come on! Do it!"
Sirius smirked and finally pushed inside her as if he was waiting for her command. Her vagina welcomed him smoothly and she was so wet that he didn't need to pace himself at all, and almost immediately he started pumping her with his hips, making slapping noises echoing within the cave.
He was hitting all her right places and he didn't keep to a single position for longer than a few minutes and kept changing them simulating all her sensitive zones, and finally, when she felt herself about to climax for the third time she screamed loudly, "I am coming!"
Sirius picked up his pace and his hip dick went inside her faster and faster until finally Celine suddenly cried in pleasure, as he slammed into her with a final push and both of them stilled as they moaned in pleasure and came simultaneously.
For a few minutes, they just stayed in that position shaking and shivering from the highest form of pleasure, their brain filled with all the good chemicals.
...
"So she threw you into a cave...huh," Celine remarked while getting up from her position on Sirius's chest. They had calmed down from their tension-reliving exercise and then they had just laid on the rough floor in each other's embrace while sharing stories with each other.
"Yes," Sirius said with a smile while thinking about his brief stint as Indiana Jones, "She probably wanted to teach me what it meant to be a real curse breaker with a practical example,"
"She did that to me too... when I was 12,"
Celine said with a grimace as she collected their scattered clothes, muttering under her breath, "Crazy Bitch."
"Hey! Don't call her that!" Sirius protested while putting on his pants.
"Why do you care?" Celine raised an eyebrow, taking a seat against the cave wall after dressing. "She's my grandmother... I can call her anything I want."
"Fine," Sirius acquiesced, rolling his eyes. He took a deep breath and continued, "Now we need to focus on the situation and find a solution for the 'problem' lurking outside our temporary home."
"Hmm... I'm not sure if there's anything we can do, and I can't think of any ideas," Celine replied despondently, shaking her head. Then she scoffed, "Unless you want to summon a rooster and have it defeat the Basilisk with its cry."
"That's it!" Sirius exclaimed, his eyes lighting up with hope as he stood up from the ground. "I forgot about that tidbit... It might actually work."
"No, you idiot! I was obviously joking," Celine sighed dramatically. "That was just an absurd rumour spread by Dark wizards who kept Basilisks as pets. They wanted their enemies to attempt such foolishness and become easy prey. A powerful magical creature like a Basilisk can't be killed by a normal creature like a rooster."
"Are you sure about that?" Sirius frowned, wrinkling his face. "Because I know for a fact that Voldemort, our recent resident Dark wizard, believed it to be true." He recalled the image of eleven-year-old Ginny with the Dark Lord's soul inside her, strangling roosters during Harry's second year.
"I don't know how you know that," She said while looking at him suspiciously, "But if it's true then it's probably because he must read it in books written by those same Dark Wizards and he must not have wanted to take any risk with the "Basilisk" he had since they are the rarest magical creature alive," Seeing Sirius's persistent glint, she shrugged and added, "If you don't believe me, why don't you try it out?"
Sirius did just that, he looked around for a small rock and waved his wand at it and transfigured it into a rooster and after casting a sonorous charm on it sent it running outside.
Holding his breath, he listened as the rooster's cry reached the cave's exit. The pounding and hissing in the cave momentarily ceased, and Sirius anxiously waited to see if it had worked. But then, a piercing hiss followed by a loud gulping sound reached their ears from outside the cave.
"Looks like you just served the Basilisk a nice dinner," Celine said sweetly, smiling. "I'm sure it'll be very grateful when it reaches us."
Sirius simply raised his middle finger in response to her cheekiness and sat back down on the cave floor with a sigh. Celine felt sorry for him and tried to lighten the mood by joking, "Why don't you ask for Harry Potter's help? You're close to him, right? I heard a rumour that he 'defeated' a Basilisk in his second year, so maybe he can give you some clues."
Her tone was clearly joking but Sirius still answered her seriously, "Well that was because he's the chosen one," he said as if it was obvious, "Plus he had the help of a Pheonix as well as the sorting hat that gave him the Sword of Gryffindor,"
"What?" she said, laughing, but her laughter died in her throat when she saw how serious he was. "Wait... you're not joking?"
"I am not," he shook his head and continued, "The Phoenix, which was Dumbledore's, by the way, took out the Basilisk's eyes, and after that, Harry just avoided it until he shoved the sword into the snake's brain through its mouth, killing it."
"So, what you're saying is that a twelve-year-old not only escaped a Basilisk alive, but he also killed it," she said slowly as if looking at an idiot. "What's next? Are you going to say all those books about him riding a dragon as a six-year-old are true?"
"No, those are not, but the Basilisk one is," Sirius replied.
"Right!" Celine said with an exasperated sigh, indulging him. "So the only thing we need is the Sword of Gryffindor and a twelve-year-old boy to defeat the Basilisk. I'm sure we can find those in the nearby market."
"It doesn't necessarily have to be the sword of Gryffindor... a normal sword...should do...it..." Sirius's eyes suddenly lost focus as a lightning strike went through his head, and his brain started working at the speed of light. He suddenly stood up with an excited jump and said, "I think I know how to defeat it."
...
"This is definitely not going to work," she said, her voice oozing with pessimism as she watched Sirius hovering over a bunch of laser-sharp swords that had been glued together like a porcupine and revolving around it while waving his wand.
"Why not?" he retorted, muttering Transfiguration spells under his breath. Slowly but surely, the swords began to transform into a four-legged creature before him.
"Well, for one thing, a Basilisk is not like a regular snake," she pointed out, observing as he transfigured the creature into a hideous, oversized rat. "They are not even the same species, so I don't think it'll have the same appetite for rats."
"Do you remember what happened to the rooster?" Sirius said with a smirk.
"And besides," she continued, speaking over him, "There is no way a twelve-year-old defeated a Basilisk, even if he's the Boy-Who-Lived. I'm sure it was just an exaggerated event created by a kid's overactive imagination. So, if you're basing your whole plan on a fictional story..."
But to her frustration, Sirius wasn't listening at all. He was completely focused on his task, which he completed after a few minutes. He stood up with satisfaction and proudly asked her while showing off his work, "So, how does it look?"
"Revolting!"
The rat stood waist-high and resembled a mutant rat from muggle horror stories rather than a normal creature. The transfiguration was poorly executed, with unnaturally large eyes without eyelids, mismatched legs causing it to stand askew, and a pudgy appearance in its middle, making it look like a grotesque monster.
"Hey, cut me some slack here. It was a rushed job," Sirius defended himself. "And it really doesn't matter how it looks as long as it does its job."
"And you genuinely believe that it'll work?" she asked sceptically.
"Yes, I do," he replied confidently. "As soon as the Basilisk swallows it, the temporary transfiguration will unravel, and the Basilisk's own bite will work in our favour, hopefully sending one of the swords straight into its brain, killing it."
Sirius suddenly turned to the rat and saluted it like a general in front of its soldier and said, "Well then go on my warrior,"
before raising his wand to send it on its way. However, Celine abruptly raised her hand, halting his actions.
"Wait," she said.
Sirius paused his wand mid-air, looking at her in confusion as Celine went to the rat's side without explaining anything. She looked at it seriously for a moment before she started to run her wand over its skin drawing some kind of temporary runes.
"What are you doing," Sirius asked after a few moments but the girl just raised her hand and continued on with her work. He tried to make sense of the runes but could only recognize a few of them, so he could only wait.
About five minutes passed before she stood up, satisfied. "All done," she declared. She turned to Sirius and waved her hand, beckoning him. "Now come here and charge it."
Sirius looked at her sceptically for a few seconds before shrugging and doing as she asked. He found a small circle on the rat's skin and pointed his wand at it to charge it. Only a minute later, the runes glowed brightly, signifying their completion.
"You can send it out now," Celine said, her eyes closed and leaning against the wall, visibly exhausted. Even though she had barely used any magic while drawing the temporary runes, it had drained her already strained reserves.
"What did you do?" Sirius finally asked after sending the rat on its way to fulfil its noble purpose.
"Well... I thought that even if your plan works, the swords may not line up perfectly," Celine explained. She opened her eyes and looked at him, a small smile forming. "And the snake could stop its bite before the sword reaches its brain."
"I guess," Sirius conceded.
"So, what I did was add a bit of a kick to the equation," Celine said, her smile widening. "The moment a significant amount of pressure is applied to the rat after it gets swallowed, all the swords will instantly fly outward with tremendous force, ensuring its demise."
"So, what you're saying is that you've basically created a time bomb," Sirius said, impressed.
"Yes... basically."
"That is brilliant—" Sirius's praise stopped midway as they both suddenly stilled when the sounds constantly coming from the outside abruptly ceased, just as before, and as expected they heard the familiar gulping sound after a few seconds.
Sirius looked triumphantly at Celine, his eyes gleaming with anticipation for the next part. However, nothing happened after a few seconds. His stomach sank as he feared that something had gone wrong. Just as he was about to lose all hope, there was a loud thump from the outside followed by defeating wail that pierced straight through the surrounding cave into their ears.
"Ahhh—" Both of them grunted in pain as they covered their ears and fell down on the cave floor, and Celine immediately collapsed into a fetal position. The sound was like a cat being butchered but magnified by a thousand times.
Thankfully for their ears and their sanity, the noise didn't last for long as it turned softer and softer before a mountain-shaking thump was heard and the scream abruptly died down.
Sirius groaned as he lifted himself from the floor, and almost immediately he strained his ears to listen but even after a while, there was no familiar hiss from the outside. He looked at Celine, who wore a similar shocked expression. "It worked," she said in disbelief.
"It did," he replied happily. "It bloody worked... Ha ha!" They suddenly burst into hysterical laughter, embracing each other without caring about their bleeding ears.
Unfortunately, their joyous celebration was short-lived. A loud bellow of rage followed by an intense heat hotter than anything they had felt before reminded them that the Basilisk had an ally waiting outside.
"Just one left," Celine gasped, looking into Sirius's eyes.
"It won't be left for long," Sirius declared, flashing a dashing smile. He stood up and headed toward the exit. Closing his eyes, he reached for his nearly replenished reserves, a confident smile playing on his face as he envisioned his plan to defeat the Dragon.
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