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Chap. 73: Revenge of the Slytherin

Classes on Friday were, unfortunately, some of the most taxing of the week. Harry's day began with Potions, then he had the longer double Herbology, and Defense Against the Dark Arts with Dumbledore all before lunch. After that class-time was a bit lower, with a study period and then double Transfiguration before dinner. But as much as he liked the Headmaster and his teaching style, he found Defense more exhausting this year than any other so far.

It wasn't just the nonverbal casting, which seemed to be a requirement for nearly all classes starting in the second month of the term. He wasn't terrible at that, though of course Harry struggled a lot more than Hermione who picked it up from the first lesson.

No, the reason Defense was so tiring was because Dumbledore, no doubt remembering how effective a teacher Harry could be, had roped him into being a teaching assistant. It was Harry who most often demonstrated spells, not Dumbledore himself. It was Harry who the Headmaster referred most questions to, only answering them if Harry himself said he didn't know, though the old man did often add a tidbit or two here and there.

While the results were doing great things for Gryffindor's chances at the House Cup this year, it wasn't exactly endearing the Headmaster to Harry very much. Even if he was grateful for the lessons, and the trust shown.

Worst by far was Transfiguration. Not because he was bad at it. If anything, Harry felt he was honestly better than most of the class, with only Tracey and Hermione outperforming his own casting. But doing the conjurations nonverbally was far more taxing on his resources than he would have expected. He felt like he would've been fine, if not for the orgy they'd used for the Ritual the night before. They would have the weekend after this, at least, but the ritual they would be performing tonight, whomever it ended up being, would take every bit the young wizard thought he had left.

He was very much looking forward to a nice, relaxing blowjob to take the edge off, a couple of hours of homework, dinner, and then a taxing but still stress-relieving more-some with several of his closest friends. The one the night before had been brilliant, and now Harry felt closer to Pansy than he ever had before after their talk that morning. He couldn't wait to see what came next.

Would it be Daphne, the one he'd lost his virginity to? Or Tracey, the smallest and tightest human pussy he'd ever had? Which would be the focus of the evening? Daphne was a lesbian through and through, though she said she enjoyed being with Harry just fine, and had even admitted to fantasizing about him a few times before they had sex the night he'd summoned Lilith. Would she even want to be with another bloke? Ron and Neville would be put out by her reluctance, but he doubted they would object overmuch. Neither was the type of man who would demand it of her. Tracey... she had promised Daphne that only she and Harry would have her body, but that she might occasionally please others with her mouth.

There were plenty of girls to go around, especially if Hannah made it tonight. Having the numbers for the group ritual wasn't a problem that he could tell. But would it make a difference if there weren't as many guys? Their fluids were thicker, and lasted longer before drying. He could see that being an issue.

Harry pondered those thoughts for several minutes as he made his way to the suite, Hermione and Ron having split up to go to the library to grab a couple more books for their homework study.

All was quiet and well, except for the missing girls.

Of course Pansy, once he actually reached the suite, was more than eager to settle on her knees between his and give him that much-needed relief.

After he had rewarded her efforts with a stomach-swelling amount of semen thanks to his Succubus-given gifts, Harry, Pansy, Tracey, Ron, and Hannah settled in to start their homework. The sooner they got it done, the wizard reasoned, the sooner they could start the fun. The sooner they started that, the sooner he could rest and enjoy a more leisurely weekend.

Harry James Potter, of all people, should have known that would never happen as he envisioned it.

"It's better to act in a fight, or even most duels," Harry piped up in response to a question Pansy had asked the group for their Defense homework, "Hesitation just gets you killed. It does help to have a plan, and the more information you have the better your plan will be, but... well, let me sum it up with a quote. I forget who said it, and I'm going to mess it up, but it was some Yank general I think. 'A good plan violently executed now, is better than a perfect plan executed next week.' Get the enemy side off the field. Weaken their ability to fight back. Because if you take a moment to plan, so will they. You come out worse in the end nine times out of ten. Just act. Even if the action is wrong, your chances of survival are better if you move."

Ron nodded sagely, his expression dark, much like Harry's, as they both remembered times they could have used that advice.

Pansy was about to ask a clarifying question when the door burst open, and a wide-eyed Ginny Weasley stormed inside, with blood running down a gash in her left cheek, "Luna's- in- in the Hospital Wing," she gasped, "Was attacked- Slytherins!"

Harry was on his feet, wand in hand, before he realized he was even moving. He was charging for the door to storm the entire House of Serpents, alone if he had to, when Ginny threw her small arms over the doorway, blocking his exit, "W- Wait, Harry! Wait! I- I have more. Just listen, will you?"

"Luna's hurt," Harry growled, voice low and threatening. He didn't know why he sounded so angry, aside from caring for the small, spacey girl very much. Still, he wasn't about to hurt Ginny to get to her, "Move."

"Not until you've heard what I have to say," Ginny replied stubbornly.

"Pet," Harry growled, "Move."

Almost at once, as if she were pulled by invisible strings, Ginny moved to the side with a surprised yelp. Harry had not noticed the strange way she had moved, and was already in motion toward the hall once more when Ron's leg-locker curse hit him in the back. He didn't fall, but instead tottered until Ginny's hands steadied him.

"Maybe we ought to listen to what Gin has to say, yeah?"

The rest of his body still perfectly mobile, Harry angled his wand down to cancel the curse and sent a glare at his best friend, who, for once, seemed the far more reasonable of the two, "Fine. Talk."

Ginny swallowed, a bit nervously, and glanced around the room as if to check for who was there and who wasn't, "A group of Slytherins attacked Luna. There was a girl, she- she said, she didn't know who, was crying. Asked for help when Luna walked by. Then, while she was distracted, a group of boys attacked her from around the corner and from a couple of rooms. She didn't see most of them. One of them hit her on the back of the head pretty hard early on. Stunned her a bit, I think, before they were on her. Then they started groping, tearing at her clothes... even the girl did."

"She was bait?" Ron asked.

Ginny nodded seriously, "Looks like it. Harry... Luna's okay. Madam Pomfrey's treating her right now, but she'll be fine. Hermione and I heard the noise and went to help right off, the whole brawl was maybe thirty seconds. She'll be okay. Hermione broke a finger when she punched Crabbe in the face, and we all got a few scrapes, but she'll be fine too. I just... well, we all thought you needed to know."

"Crabbe was there? What about Goyle?" Harry asked, surprising most of them with how calm he sounded.

"I didn't see him," Ginny admitted, "There were a few I know by face, but not many. A bunch of them in our year, mostly, and Crabbe was the oldest."

"Malfoy might've had a hand in planning it," Ron muttered, "but he's not in the castle as far as we can tell. And no one's seen Nott in a long while, since well before the hols. Who else would, or could, pull off a plan like that?"

Tracey spoke up for the first time since Ginny had entered, her voice quiet but somehow piercing the entire room, "Almost any of our House. Malfoy aside, we are not called the house of the cunning for nothing."

Harry growled. She was, unfortunately, right. He automatically discarded thinking of any of his girls as culpable, they would simply have no motive or reason to. The Carrow twins were plenty smart enough, he suspected, but why would they bother? Besides, they had sworn an oath just like the others to protect him and his, not to attack them. Millicent Bulstrode, too, was quickly ruled out. But that left a dozen or more people, at minimum. They just didn't know enough.

"No other faces you could name?"

Ginny shook her head sadly, "No. I already gave a list to Dumbledore and McGonagall. They were both furious, of course. At least without Snape here, if they do get caught, the punishment will be worse."

"They're lucky to survive if I find out who did it," Harry muttered, "Can I go see her, yet? Or am I being kept here?"

Ginny sighed, then threw her arms around Harry, "She's okay, Harry. We're all okay. If we hadn't got there things might've been bad. Luna was fighting... but she was outnumbered pretty bad. From what I saw you'd have been proud of her though. Um... there were... other Slytherins. Bulstrode and Warrington showed up a minute after we did from the other side."

"What'd they do?" Ron growled, sounding a lot like Harry. Clearly, he suspected they might be the masterminds.

"They started hexing their house-mates," Ginny replied, her face buried in Harry's chest, "Warrington stunned a few, then started using his fists. Bulstrode knocked one out with a kick to the face like one of those old Kung Fu guys they show on the cinema, and then she started using her wand, too. They... they were on our side."

"Good," Harry nodded, hoping his voice and tone conveyed that he believed it, "They're like Pansy, remember? They know what's going on. This might get them in trouble, though."

"Likely they'll be ostracized and put in more danger," that girl murmured, "We'll need to pull them out of the dorms if we can. Could you speak with Dumbledore, Harry?"

He sighed, "As soon as I can, yeah. What about Astoria?"

Pansy only shrugged, "I already said she can bunk with me."

With a plan in mind, Harry told the rest to stay at the suite if possible, and to travel only in small groups or at least pairs for the next few days. He then took Ginny as his partner to head to the hospital wing. He needed to see Hermione. And he needed to see Luna.

He believed Ginny that they were alright. He did. However, that didn't stop or quell the burning need to see it with his own eyes.

While many students were necking or groping each other in the halls as they moved, Harry paid them little mind. Instead, his thoughts raced as he contemplated who might have actually orchestrated this attack. He didn't know a lot of Slytherins that would have, though he suspected many that he wasn't close with might've done it. The list of suspects was, if anything, too long to narrow it down easily.

When the pair of them reached the infirmary, they found Katie Bell assisting Madam Pomfrey with wrapping a bandage around Hermione's finger, one arm helping to keep the bookworm's hand steady while the other loosely held a spool of linen that unrolled under the careful wand-work of the medi-witch. He was much relieved to see Hermione sitting up in the bed. A plaster over her right temple, held on by a similar wrapping, was already soaked a bit with blood, but she was otherwise looking more or less normal, aside from a few rips and tears in her clothes.

Luna, beyond her in the further bed, was awake but laying down, watching the proceedings with some interest. Her brilliant blue eyes sparked to life as she saw them, and Hermione looked up and smiled too, "Harry!"

"Quiet," Pomfrey muttered, "Potter, if you've come with another injury..."

"No," he chuckled, for once relieved to be visiting the hospital wing under his own power, instead of 'visiting' forcefully, "I'm actually just here to see them."

"Well, keep it down. The break in her finger was worse than we thought, and I've got to be a bit delicate until the Skele-grow has time to work."

"That potion was right foul," Hermione muttered, her face switching from relief to disgust.

Katie, Harry noticed, was watching Ginny more than anyone else, or even her own assigned task, but for the moment he couldn't devote too much energy to it as the red-head's hand slipped into his comfortably. Harry smiled at Hermione, told Madame Pomfrey he'd leave her be for the moment, and walked around his best friend's bed to where Luna was watching him intently.

"Alright, Luna?"

The blonde suddenly beamed up at him, though she winced as the smile pulled at a cut on her lip. She was by far the worse of the two girls as far as he could tell, with several bruises around her wrists and even neck, and a dozen or more small cuts and abrasions, not least of which were adorning all ten of her knuckles, "I've been better, Harry," she replied, "That was not a pleasant experience."

"I imagine not," Harry said softly, reaching out with his free hand to brush a lock of hair out of her face, "I know you already told Dumbledore and McGonagall what you know, so I won't pester you about that. I just want to tell you I'm sorry this happened to you. And that you didn't deserve it. But I'm proud you fought back."

"I'm not sure what else I could have done," the Ravenclaw replied quietly, "I am not a Gryffindor, but I don't think I could stand by and let myself be taken like that. Only you and Alra can do that. I would not even let the Lady of Dreams possess me that way. At least without fighting back."

"I won't own you that way," Harry told her quietly, "Can I give you a hug?"

Luna beamed up at him, "Of course you can Harry," she waited until his arms were around her before she did the same to him a little lower. Then she whispered, "And of course you will. I belong to you because I want to, Harry. You can possess me because I want you to. And Alra, of course. And my other friend, but they won't own me like that, either."

Harry jumped when, right there in the Hospital Wing, Luna's right hand slipped down his waist to cup his arse and give it a squeeze, "L- Luna!"

Of course, his shout attracted the notice of every other occupant of the infirmary. Hermione only rolled her eyes knowingly, while Ginny grinned. Katie stared at the girl, her face heating, then to Harry and back. Madam Pomfrey, on the other hand, shot the girl a stern glare, then sent worse toward Harry, "Another of your limitless conquests, Potter? Aren't you satisfied, yet? I'm sure half the castle's pregnancies are due to you and yours."

"Actually," Hermione spoke up in his defense, "To the best of our knowledge, none of us have gotten anyone pregnant. Harry, Ron, and Neville can't do so without wanting to, at any rate, if what Lilith has been telling us is true... And with, um... with the frequency, we've, well, I would be expecting... you know, that one of us would be among that number..."

Hermione's turned pink as she stammered through the last parts of her observation, but Madam Pomfrey took the information in her stride with the long practice of a medical practitioner, "Hm," she replied, then sniffed before returning her attention to the girl's fingers. A gentle, fast flick of her wand had the bandages attached to each other in a seamless fashion, "Alright, Miss Granger, that's you sorted. If you will assure me that your right hand will undergo no strenuous activity for the next twelve hours, I can release you now. Otherwise, I will fall back on the Potter Protocol, and request that you stay overnight."

"Wait, how come she can leave?" Harry asked loudly, "If it was me, you'd insist I stay!"

Madam Pomfrey sniffed again, louder herself, "Because unlike you, Mr. Potter, Miss Granger does not have a habit of injuring herself in general. And, unlike you, I can trust that Miss Granger will keep her promises."

Hermione and Luna both giggled while Harry gaped. This time, Katie looked back and forth between her mentor and friends in shock. Then she blinked, and looked at the Medi-Witch, "The Potter Protocol?"

"Yes," the older woman replied at once, shooting Harry another gimlet eye as she started packing her supplies away, "It's the name I gave a protocol I developed four years ago to keep students who have a hard time staying put while under treatment. Restraints may be involved, monitoring charms on location, and so on. You get the idea."

Harry could only splutter while the girls continued to giggle at his expense. At least this time, he knew there was nothing cruel about it.

Four hours later, Harry stepped through the portrait hole into the Gryffindor Common Room before turning to offer his hand to a sleepy Katie Bell. Hermione had gone to the library after she had been released, of course, and returned with a few books for Luna to read while she healed under the watchful eye of Madam Pomfrey. Her own injuries were superficial in comparison, and physically she was fine. The Healer put her foot down with regard to Luna, however, and ordered the girl to stay the night just for observation, in case of nightmares or similar incidents brought on by the attack. Luna didn't mind, exactly, but had lamented the lack of reading material before bed.

She seemed satisfied with the three tomes Hermione brought her, at least, and was cheerfully reading when Pomfrey informed Harry that visiting hours were over, and that he should return to his quarters or the dorm.

As usual in the common room these days, there were a few older students in various states of undress. Two were, he was pretty sure, slowly shagging beneath a blanket on the couch where he had claimed Ginny publicly not so very long ago. The rest were snogging, and none paid any attention to the pair of them as the Fat Lady's portrait swung closed. It was a quiet night by comparison to most lately, only five couples total were spread around the large room.

Katie kept hold of Harry's hand, and took the lead as she moved closer to the fire, which was still crackling merrily away to keep the room warm. As they passed one couple, Harry was amused to hear the seventh-year girl, one he wasn't particularly familiar with, growl, "Really, McLaggen? You've been feeling up my tits for twenty minutes, and you aren't even hard? I don't know why I bothered."

"That never happens, I swear," were the last words he heard before Katie, stifling a yawn, pointed at the squashy armchair closest to the fire.

He sat, and a moment later his lap was filled with his teammate's warm body. Katie leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder, "Hope this is okay."

"More than," he replied, one arm moving around her slim waist to pull her a bit closer, while the other lifted to run gently through her silky hair.

"I want to shag, but I'm tired. That attack... I was there for the last of it. Helped bring Luna to the Hospital Wing... may have tossed a few curses at the losers. None of them came to visit, though."

"Probably smart," Harry growled, "If they'd been there when I arrived, I'm not sure what I would have done. Probably started hexing at once."

"Would have made more work for us. If there was anything left."

"Sorry. I don't think that would have stopped me."

"Mm. Probably not," Katie admitted sleepily, "So- Sorry. I didn't sleep well last night, either."

"It's alright. You can rest, if you like."

"Mm..." And that was it for almost an hour. The girl with McLaggen eventually gave up, and stormed up the stairs to the girl's dorm. The couple on the couch finished quietly, the girl rather shamelessly letting the blanket over her shoulders fall as she rode him at the end. They snogged a bit more, then returned under the covers to dress and then went up their own separate stairs. Two of the other couples seemed to have fallen asleep under their own blankets on the floor when Katie spoke again, her voice still sleepy, "Horny, Harry. Shag...?"

He gave a little snort and opened his eyes in the now dimly lit room. Somehow, without him noticing, one of the castle's House Elves must have banked the fire for the night, "If you're tired that's probably not a good idea, it'll just wake you up. But... maybe I can just get you off?"

"Want you to get off, too," Katie murmured, her lips sliding against Harry's neck as she continued cuddling.

"Much as that does sound like fun, I've got other ways. You're tired, let me take care of you."

She was quiet a bit longer, then murmured, "Okay."

Katie squeaked a little as Harry slid a hand under her rump and lifted her whole body with one arm, then giggled softly as he set her back down on his lap with her legs on the outside of his own. With an almost-idle wave of his wand, he levitated the blanket the other students had been using, which definitely smelled of sex, over to them, and let the outer side fall down to protect Katie's modesty. Then, rather than just start in, he lifted his hands to the girl's shoulders and started to rub.

The Chaser sighed at once, seeming to melt into him over just a few seconds. Unfortunately with her on his lap, the angle was a bit awkward, so Harry felt he couldn't exactly put his all into it. Still, he kneaded until the knots in the girl's toned shoulders started to loosen, then made his way gently down each arm and then back up, knuckling and then using his palm to massage several hard spots in the muscles along Katie's back, too.

"You're really good at that," she told him quietly as he started moving down her spine, "Where'd you learn...?"

"I didn't," he replied, near whispering, "I just... That's where it feels like it hurts the most. Empathy, I guess?"

"Hm.. You should take lessons from Parvati. Or Padma, I s'pose. You could be even better."

Harry perked up a bit at that. He'd been looking for a reason to shag either or both of the beautiful Hindi girls for months, and a bit of near, or completely, naked massage training sounded like the perfect way to facilitate that, "Oh? They any good?"

"Mm, hmm. Angelina had one from them a few years ago after that match where she was hit in the back by Thaddeus, that big Hufflepuff bloke who graduated last year. Said they're really good. I had a few myself."

"Ah. Not sure how good I'd be in comparison to someone who really knows what they're doing, though."

Katie snorted in an unladylike fashion, "You have talent, Harry. They're good, they really know what they're doing. But if you're this good without training, you could be so much better. If you want to. Just putting it out there."

"Okay. Well... I'll think about it. You feeling any more relaxed?"

"Yeah. More horny, too."

Harry snorted again, then glanced around the room to make sure no one was paying any attention. The other couple was either performing oral sex on each other, or wrestling now, half-hidden behind one of the far tables. While the others seemed to be well on the way to sleep, "Lean back then. I'll take care of you."

Katie did, squirming a bit until she was comfortable with her head tilted back onto Harry's shoulder, "Mm... you're comfy."

"So're you," Harry told her, the hand that had been around her waist raising to gently cup one of Katie's breasts. He didn't bother doing more than kneading it gently over her shirt and bra, though he kissed her cheek once, "Didn't think having a girl like this would be that way, but you actually feel really nice there."

She didn't seem to feel the need to respond, so Harry used his other arm under the blanket to slide up Katie's leg, gently gripping and then loosening on her thigh as he went. Once he reached her skirt, he kept moving, a little slower as he started doing a little more caressing of the witch's thick, muscular thigh.

Once Harry's fingers touched her knickers, he ghosted the pads over the cotton until he was cupping her completely. Katie was among the tallest of the girls he'd shagged, with only Angelina and Marietta being taller (not counting Lilith, of course, who cheated), but his hand still covered her sex completely. She sighed as he applied a little pressure. Harry felt her clit start to swell just a little against his palm as she grew more aroused, but did little more than squeeze and let go for a moment.

When he started moving in slow circles, Katie sighed and relaxed against him further, a soft smile playing over her lips, "Forgot how good it feels... with someone else," she said quietly, interrupted by another yawn, "I can... can't even do it myself these days. Only came with you."

"Sorry," Harry told her, "I... I can make myself more available if you need it. Or someone else, if you prefer."

"Wouldn't-" another yawn, "mind with your Succubus, I think. Ron... well, maybe. Might remind me a bit too much of the twins. Ginny, though... maybe her. I hear she's rea- really good with her mouth."

"That she is."

"Maybe. I... You're, um, r- really okay with them? Ron and Ginny? Um... doing, like, each other? With their mouths?"

"I love my friends," Harry said simply, "And I want them to feel good. Besides, Ginny's really fit. Watching her get shagged is... a treat, and I know Ron's got it where it counts."

Katie reached down herself to grab Harry's wrist, and guide it up, then down beneath the hem of her knickers to touch her directly, "'S a bit weird. To be discussing other lovers when we're, you know... like this."

"Maybe. It's becoming pretty normal for me, though."

"I s'pose. You're pretty good with your hands."

Harry smiled against her neck now, and pressed another kiss through her brown hair, "I've had some good instruction."

"You'd... let them shag? Even though they're siblings?"

"Can't knock each other up, or spread disease, with the Runes. So they can't have all those negative consequences. Don't really see why not, without that."

"I guess I can't argue with that. Still, it's a bit weird."

"Maybe. It's also really hot, for just that reason."

He continued working Katie's pussy for a few minutes, occasionally dipping the first knuckle of his middle finger into her twat while her breathing slowly picked up in pace, "Fred and George wanked each other a few times," she admitted softly, "Alicia sort of... encouraged it. Said it was hot, too."

"Incest is apparently a pretty common kink," Harry replied, "Lilith, Lyra, transformed into my mum a few times. It was weird at first, but... she's pretty that way. I can see why my dad loved her for that alone. Someone else in our group's had a family member, too. Two, actually, one direct and one a cousin. A third one's thought about it. Besides Ron and Gin, of course."

"You lot are perverse," Katie giggled, her hips grinding a bit into Harry's hand, "I... I guess it's okay. If there's not any chance of disease or a sprog, or something."

"The only children Ginny will have will be mine," Harry told her.

"Alright. What, uh... you said something about me getting some Runes, too."

"Yeah. That's still on the list. We were actually going to do a set for Daphne Greengrass or Tracey Davis from Slytherin tonight, or maybe Luna, but it's a bit late, and with everything that happened... Maybe tomorrow. Of course, if you want in. All the way in. We can maybe do the first set because I trust you, but the second... I can't just give out those abilities to just anyone. You'd have to be one of us. I don't mean it to be a trade, but I have to keep my family safe."

"I get that. I'd do the same, I think I- I do. I don't want to go my whole life just... occasionally having you. I liked sex. A lot. I want that again. And I do like all of you. At least, the ones I know."

"I think you'll like, or even love, the rest too. The Slytherins have changed a lot from how they used to be, or how we thought they were."

"Okay. You can put fingers in, you know."

Harry grinned, and the hand on her breast gave a tighter squeeze, "I was trying to make it good, but if you just want an orgasm..."

"M'tired," she reminded him.

Hard himself, Harry knew he could simply strip down his trousers and slide into the girl, but he also knew that if he did, they wouldn't sleep for at least an hour. Instead, he did as Katie asked. First one, then two fingers slid into her hole, and he started sliding them in and out, stroking at her g-spot with every thrust. He let a bit of the magic he had gained from Lilith slide out of him too, caressing and moving over Katie's body with tingles of pleasure and arousal to coax her closer to the precipice.

"Can't- Can't believe you're- you're gonna make me cum in the Common Room," Katie hissed, "Never... that public. Can't- can't even get myself off..."

"The first time we shagged it was on the Pitch," Harry reminded her with a chuckle, "And this isn't even shagging. I have to admit it's intimate though... you slut."

"I might be," Katie hissed, her hips gyrating a bit faster against his hand. Her rump was tugging and shoving against Harry's dick too, but it would never be enough to make him climax. It still felt nice, and he let himself enjoy the sensation as he brought his teammate closer to orgasm, "I was part of a group relationship, after all."

"You're going to be part of one again," he told her, "a bigger one. A loving one. A caring one... You can shag whomever you want in our group, whenever you want, as long as they agree. Someone will always be there to fuck you, Katie. Someone to make you cum again... and again. Just like... now."

Experience had taught him she was getting close, but a final thrust with his magic and a third finger had her climaxing hard, spraying audibly against the blanket that covered her, drenching Harry's hand too. Katie's entire body seized in her orgasm, and the only thing that moved was his palm clenching and unclenching powerfully against her engorged clit.

Once she came down, Katie turned in his lap to give him a quick kiss, then stood and let the blanket fall, shamelessly pulling up her dripping knickers right there, "You sure you don't want me to take care of you? That was brilliant."

"No," Harry chuckled, "You're tired. Go to bed lover. There will be other times."

"Alright. Good night, Harry."

A few minutes later, as he slipped out of his clothes and opened the curtains of his own four-poster, Lilith was there. She was in her usual form for him, small, petite, nearly flat-chested with short pink hair, "Hey, beautiful," he whispered, hoping the others were asleep. He didn't mind sharing with Neville and Ron of course, but without Dean and Seamus there, the dorm felt quiet and empty. He would rather it stayed undisturbed until he got silencing charms up.

Without a word, mentally or otherwise, the little Succubus mounted Harry as he settled onto his back beneath the covers, and rode him quickly to two orgasms before she lay down on his chest, and he fell asleep.

Harry blinked himself awake in the early morning hours, just one or two after he had been satisfied by Lilith. The dorm was quiet now that Ron had learned to silence his curtains nightly. It was darker than normal, but Harry found himself able to see easily enough as he sat up in the bed and sent a glance toward the window. The curtains were open, as they often were, to allow a little star and moonlight in. Currently, though, heavy storm clouds blanketed the sky. Occasionally, some ways off, a flash of lightning lit the sky too, but he couldn't see any that occurred overhead with a few minutes of watching.

He was restless. Not really rested, though he knew he would be alright thanks to the new well-set Runes and powers he got from Lilith, but Harry was still filled with nervous energy, and knew he would not get back to sleep. The clock read three-sixteen in the morning, but as his bed was empty Harry knew there was still one other being awake in the castle, "Lilith? You busy?"

The reply was a moment coming, "Not to busy to shag you, Master. I'll be there in a few moments."

Harry nodded to himself, then stood up suddenly. He was moving for his trunk to get dressed as he sent another command instead, "No, don't come here. At least not yet. Meet me in front of the Slytherin Common Room in about... ten minutes. I need to get a few things before I head down."

With her affirmative response, Harry let his mind change instead to the course of action he had suddenly decided on.

A few minutes later, with his cloak on over casual muggle clothes rather than his school uniform and wand in hand, Harry checked the Marauder's Map for a few key names, then left the dorm room. His first goal was reached quickly, and as the enchantments and defenses had been set to, they let him into the Suite without question or password needed. There, he was faced with a choice. Predictably, the Map had shown Daphne and Tracey asleep in the same bed, while Pansy and Astoria now shared the master bedroom that had once been his to leave the last room open for Millicent if the girl needed it.

He could wake up the lovers... or Pansy. Astoria would do too, he knew, but he didn't want to risk any of them being upset if he woke them. Without knowing how light a sleeper any of them were but Pansy, he moved to the right first.

The bedroom was much as it was when he had left it, only with a second trunk, no doubt Astoria's, next to one of the privacy screens. Some of the decor had been changed magically from red and gold to green and silver, but these days Harry found himself not minding at all. On the bed itself, he could clearly see with the light of a single candle that Astoria and Pansy were deeply asleep.

The older girl was on her right side, facing the edge of the bed and nearly hanging off of it. She, at least, had most of the blankets. Harry wasn't sure if that was a fair trade for how much of the bed was being hogged by Astoria Greengrass, but at least it was something. The younger witch's left leg was uncovered nearly to her waist, and the loose camisole she wore to bed did little to conceal a chest that, while smaller than her older sister's by a fair margin, was already quite adequate.

While awake, he knew Astoria to be a walking contradiction in many ways. She was energetic, cheerful, and full of life and vigor and fun. All of that was interspersed with moments of quiet, calm, placidity, a shyness that Harry was starting to think were the moments when Astoria allowed herself to be down, allowing herself to feel depressed or sad about the curse that still seemed likely to kill her. She had received three treatments now from the muggle healers that identified the curse as a form of Leukemia, and each time she had been tired and sore for days after. She had kept her luxurious golden-blonde hair, though, which Hermione had posited privately to him as a likely response of accidental magic. Still, she was almost always vivacious and full of energy, and never seemed to want to sit still unless she was playing chess (which she loved almost as much as Ron).

In sleep, Astoria was an entirely different being. She breathed deeply and softly, slowly, and was nearly motionless. Clearly relaxed, the fourteen year old girl's face was gently smiling into her pillow, and the hand outside of the sheets she had wrested back from Pansy, all that really covered her, flexed and twitched occasionally. He watched as the exposed leg shifted, and wondered exactly how far up they went...

And caught himself. He wasn't fifteen, anymore.

Astoria... was off limits. She was too young, and he had promised Daphne.

He couldn't look, couldn't let himself want her.

As he tore his eyes away with a grunt, he heard a soft, "Harry?"

"O- Oh, Pansy. Er... hi. D'you, um, know the Slytherin password, still?"

"The what?" She blinked, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and then sat up, heedless that the blankets fell to expose her tits.

Harry blinked and stared for a moment, then repeated, "The password for the Slytherin common room. I... have some business I need to take care of."

Still half asleep, Pansy demonstrated her nature by quickly deducing what he was after. Her eyes narrowed into shadows, "Are you going for revenge?"

That question brought Harry up short. Was he?

He certainly wanted to punish those responsible for hurting his friends. Wanted it desperately, in fact. But... no, "No," he said, "I... I won't lie and say it hasn't crossed my mind, but I'm going to get information. I want to know why. What they're after, if any of them have been in contact with Malfoy or Nott."

Pansy looked up at him for a moment, her eyes slowly becoming clearer, then nodded, "Alright. It's Umbra Venitas."

Harry blinked too, "Shadows come?"

Pansy only shrugged, "Close enough, I s'- s'pose. Anything else? I'm, um... well, I'm tired, but if you want..."

Harry grinned at her for just being bold enough to ask, but as he rounded the bed to lean down over the girl, he murmured, "Don't want to wake Astoria, and I don't have a lot of time. Thanks, my love. I'll see you tomorr- well, in the morning."

"Alright. Good night, Harry. I... I love you."

The kiss was gentle and sweet, and Harry felt his lips longing for his former enemy the moment he pulled away, "I'll see you at breakfast, if not before."

After a quick second check of the map, Harry hurried down toward the dungeon entrance to the snake's den. Lilith was already there, of course. He moved quickly as he could under the cloak while still remaining invisible and silent, but as he did Harry wondered what it was about Lilith that superseded the map's powerful identification enchantments. He always knew where Lilith was, it was part of their bond. But the name he had seen waiting was not Lilith, or whatever the Succubus' real name was. It was Lyra. He simply had never noticed before. If he changed form, using her powers, would the map register him as Iris...?

If so, that was a huge advantage. If Hermione's theory that the map's abilities were tied into the wards and protections of the castle itself, then Dumbledore could likely find out the same information it held in his own way. That wasn't necessarily a risk, because Harry trusted the Headmaster, but he also now knew that the old man was, indeed, as fallible as he claimed. And if he could fool the map, fool Hogwarts, then... who couldn't he fool?

Despite being invisible, Harry watched Lyra's dark eyes track him as he closed the distance between them, and she opened her arms to accept his hug and kiss with perfect timing, too, "Can you see through the cloak...?"

"No," the Succubus said with a shrug, "I just knew where you were and felt your mood. I still can't see you. What are we doing here? Extracting Milly?"

"No," he replied, "We're here for information. I don't want you to intervene with your powers unless I'm losing control. I'm... Honestly, I'm probably going to hurt at least one of them. As long as I'm not in danger of maiming or killing them... don't stop me. If I am going to cause real harm, then step in, please. I'm trying not to turn this into a revenge mission."

"Alright," Lyra acknowledged, and her form shifted to resemble a nondescript girl, "I can do that."

"I mean what I said about not using your powers on them unless you have to, though. I don't want them to even know you're there, and by now I'm sure someone has put it together. Be invisible, and try not to talk. You can talk to me mentally, though, if you have any thoughts."

"Yes, Master," she cooed, then added with a grin, "Have I mentioned recently how sexy it is when you take charge like this?"

He smiled back, "Not recently, but thanks. Alright, let's go... Umbra Venitas."

The wall bled open slowly, and the pair stepped inside the green-tinted room.

It looked much as it had in Harry's second year, though less cluttered. Clearly, the House Elves had already been through as everything was where it should be instead of scattered willy-nilly. There were a set of doors he suspected led to Snape's- no, Slughorn's offices, the larger bathrooms used by the whole House, and of course the doorways leading to the dormitories on the right, beyond the huge glass window that looked out into the lake.

The Slytherins' set-up was quite different than the Gryffindors, with both male and female students being down the same hall, but each gender had their own wing through fifth year, and the N.E.W.T.-level students were able to choose their own dorm-mates from either gender. All in all, he suspected it was a setup designed specifically to allow the House of the Cunning to use their bodies to curry favor. It had been that way, according to Pansy, for generations even if not all that many actually did so often. Usually, according to her, the only cross-gendered dorm mates were couples, and no one really cared if they were intimate. He had been able to enter Pansy's dorm months earlier for the same reason: It was expected that even the fourth and fifth year Slytherin girls might want to 'buy' or 'sell' some form of favor, thus it was allowed.

Now, though, he had another objective, "Can you direct me to where Crabbe's room is, love?"

"Of course, Master. Should I ensure everyone else in the dorms is quite asleep and unable to interrupt...? I'll need a shag for that much reach, but it can wait until tomorrow."

"Please. I might need to relax after this, so it shouldn't have to wait long."

He felt the magic wash over him as they stopped in the four-way intersection, ballooning outward into each and every room. The wave was powerful, a combination, he thought, of drowsiness and lust that would put everyone in range into a deep, wet-dreaming state if they were old enough, and a blissful, happy one if not. Then he saw his translucent Succubus drift forward into the older years' hallway, "Not far, just a few doors up on the left. He's with... Zabini, I think his name is. The handsome, dark-skinned one."

Harry nodded, and sent an affirmative feeling through their bond as he followed after. Inside, the room was a bit of a mess. Food wrappers, plates, silverware, and a few cups were stacked up on several surfaces along with clothes and textbooks. At least, on one side. The other was fastidiously clean. It didn't take Harry long to identify which side belonged to which of the young wizards, either, "Put Zabini even deeper, please," Harry whispered.

Another, smaller but more potent burst of magic later, and Harry turned toward the larger lump, which sagged into the bed. His wand came up, just protruding from the folds of the invisibility cloak, and he whispered, "Stupefy."

Once the red jet of light connected with his target, Harry turned his wand toward the rest of the room and cast several other spells. He silenced the walls, floors, ceiling, and door, then locked that before making the wood swell in the frame to make it even harder to open. Then he transfigured the stone around it to add a bit of a door jamb, too, on both sides. Finally, a quick Muffling Charm on just his side of the room, and Harry got to the real work.

"Incarcerous. Ennervate. Vox Larvus."

It had taken asking Hermione about the spell the mysterious 'broom-closet girl' (or girls, as he now knew), to learn it himself. But now that he did, Harry was confident that invisible, his voice altered, and his enemy quite helpless without his wand, bound, and about to be Confunded, Crabbe was no threat at all.

"Whozzat?" the large young man growled, "Lemme go! Blaise! Blaise, we're under attack!"

"Blaise Zabini cannot help you," Harry growled, and cast another spell, "Levicorpus!" A sticking charm followed, and a moment later, upside-down, Vincent Crabbe hit the wall with a grunt. He stayed there, held in place by magic alone, "Here's what's going to happen, Vincent Crabbe. You are going to answer my questions. You can do it easily, or you can suffer before doing it. That's it. You answer, I leave. You fight me, you lose, answer, and I leave. No other options. Understand?"

"Go suck on a troll todger, you son of a muggle," Crabbe growled. He strained and pulled against the restraints, against the magical glue holding him to the wall, but the only thing he accomplished was making his face even redder as more blood rushed to it.

"Very well, the hard way to start. Concusso, " it wasn't a strong spell, among the weakest of the bludgeoning, and impact-related hexes, and Harry was hardly putting the full force of his magic behind it. But Crabbe had no way to dodge, and no defense. When the spell impacted his stomach, he let out a whuff of air.

"A very small taste, Vincent Crabbe. Next time will be much harder. Tell me, why did you conspire with several of your House-mates to attack Luna Lovegood, of all people?"

"I ain' sayin' shite to you, muggle-lover! The girl's loony, she don' matter non-"

Harry had not lied. His next spell was a lot stronger, and the concussive blast made Crabbe shake and ripple against the wall, "Answer."

He was not struggling any longer to escape, but Crabbe still glared upside-down at Harry for several seconds before he growled, "Bint's siding with Potter, and we figured we'd teach 'em all a lesson and 'ave some fun, like we used to wif- er, never you mind."

Harry rolled his eyes and stepped closer. The bed stank, it had clearly been some time since House Elves had cleaned anything in this part of the room, and the sheets were no exception. But he forced the revulsion down as he leaned over the bed and set his wand against the Slytherin's nose. Almost casually, he said, "You know, that low-powered blast? The first one? At this range, what do you think that'd do to your skull? I bet it'd make a pretty red painting on the wall. But that's almost too good for you, isn't it, Vincent Crabbe? And don't you worry... I already know all about how you've been 'having some fun' with your old pals, Gregory Goyle and Draco Malfoy. We can skip that part... did you have anything to do with killing Mandy Brocklehurst?"

"No," Crabbe shouted, no doubt in another effort to try and wake some form of help, "We- we was all pissed our fun was gone!"

Harry got a mental snort from Lilith, and he scowled, "That just makes you jealous, greedy, and pathetic. But I believe you, sadly. Were you involved in kidnapping Mandy Brocklehurst?"

"Fuck you!"

The next concussion was strong too, and delivered to Goyle's left knee. Harry was rather pleased at the rapid-fire snapping sounds as the bones broke beneath his wand, and even more so at the screams of pain, "Answer," he said again.

"Careful, Master. That's getting into dangerous territory."

Glad she was there to help reign him in, Harry nodded, "Thanks."

Then, aloud, "Answer, Crabbe... or I take out the other knee, next. After that, it's your groin."

"What's a gro-"

"I mean I'll fucking bludgeon you in the balls until they explode, you dimwit," Harry snarled, his patience, what little was left, vanishing.

Fortunately, that seemed to have some effect. Even upside-down, furious, Crabbe's face paled noticeably, "Er... W- We all did, y- yeah. Me, Goyle, an' Malfoy. He said it was to get her help to fix somethin'. And we could enjoy her in the meantime!"

Harry nodded before remembering he was beneath the cloak. It matched the other information he had, at least, "Did you, or were you, involved in kidnapping Isabella Ross?"

Now, Crabbe scowled again, "No! Malfoy said we was useless, and we didn't deserve ter have any fun with the prettier one. Told us to 'stick our noses out of 'is business', he did."

That was interesting, at least, "What about Vicky Frobisher?"

"No," Crabbe growled again, "We all think that was Nott."

Again, it matched his suspicions, but all the negative answers were only telling Harry what wasn't, not what was. Still, for completion, he had to ask, "Romilda Vane?"

"That cunt's got noffin' to do with any of us," Crabbe growled, "She fuckin' slapped me for askin' for a kiss las' year!"

"I'd do worse," Harry growled again, his voice low and threatening as it could be underneath the voice-masking charm, "What else have you planned to 'get some revenge'?"

"Noffin'!

Harry set his wand against the other knee, "Really? Nothing?"

"No!"

There was a slight tremble to the voice that told Harry his captive was, in fact, quite near to breaking completely. There was still a spark of resistance in him, though, "I don't believe you. Concu-"

"Wait! Wait!"

Harry stopped mid-word, "Well?"

"We- we was gonna- was gonna get Parkinson, Greengrass, an' her sister, an' do 'em, too. Make 'em wan' us, not- not Potter."

"Interesting. Well, you've already failed at that. Nothing you could do would have that effect. Still... maybe a warning to make sure you never do something so idiotic again. Concusso."

This one was milder, and though Harry still felt the knee break, it was nowhere near as loud as the first one had been. Still, Crabbe whimpered, and Harry was almost proud that he could now see tears running down the wizard's forehead, "I fuckin' answered..."

"As I said, that was a warning not to do something so foolish. The next one will still be in your groin, though... so be honest. Do you know where Draco Malfoy is?"

This response was fast, almost too fast, "No! No one of us knows, he's gone from the castle!"

Unfortunately, as Harry raised his wand to make sure, Lilith piped up in his head, "He's being honest, Master. As far as he knows, no one in the castle knows where Malfoy is. Likely, he's either with Voldy or hiding from him and you both."

Harry growled, "One last question, then. Do you know the whereabouts of Theodore Nott, or what he's planning?"

This one was a little slower to come, and it was answered with a question, delivered with a pained voice, "Teddy?"

"Yes," Harry growled.

"I ain' seen or 'eard nothin' in a few weeks," Crabbe moaned, "please don' hex my bits! I'll tell you what I know, it jus' ain' much!"

"Speak, then."

"W- we las' 'eard he was doin' somefin' fer- fer th' Dark Lord. Official, importan' business. He's been given some stuff. Powerful, old magic or summat, an' we don' know any more! Not where 'e is, or wha' e's doin'! Please!"

"Lilith?"

Her reply was immediate, "Unfortunately, true."

"Very well," Harry lowered his wand slightly, and sent a trio of weaker bludgeoners into Crabbe's stomach in a short line across, "A final warning. If you even think about putting one hair out of line for the rest of your time in Hogwarts, your balls will feel a thousand times worse, only to get fixed, and have it happen again. And that's just the first night out of a hundred. Am I clear, Vincent Crabbe? You do nothing to anyone. You do your homework, you study, you learn... and you leave alive. If you harm one person even the slightest bit, if you plan to harm someone, if you curse at someone without a wand... you will suffer, and then you will die. Is that clear?"

"Yes," Crabbe whimpered, "Please..."

"Good. Stupefy."

Once the boy was unconscious again, he let him fall to the bed but left the ropes there. He would survive a few more hours until Blaise Zabini woke and removed them, at least, "Come on, my love," Harry whispered, and led the way out.

Back in the main parts of the castle a few minutes later, Harry was stopped by Lilith, once more in the body he now recognized was his mother's, as she pulled him into a hug. He did not realize until she started kissing away his tears that he had been crying. For the third time he fell asleep cuddling against Lily Potter. Even then, what little sleep he got in the wee hours of the morning were fitful and filled with nightmarish visions of himself in the place of Voldemort.