It was Saturday afternoon, and Harry was supposed to head to the Dueling Teams' first training session. But first, there was something he needed to discuss with Daphne.

"Yes."

Harry blinked. "I haven't even said anything!"

"Does it have something to do with a sexy chocolate witch that you're going to be having close encounters with from now on? Close encounters of the sweaty kind, mind you." Daphne shuddered in arousal as she finished speaking.

Harry blanched. "Daphne, I wasn't… I mean…" His eyes narrowed as his girlfriend looked like the cat that caught the canary.

He sighed. "I thought this was just an us, Bella and Lily thing."

Daphne shrugged, "I'm feeling greedy, Harry. I want the world… and everything in it!" She finished dramatically in her best Al Pacino impression. "Or atleast, I want a nice little coven to call my own."

"Coven? Like in those storybooks your mum hid in her drawer?"

Anastasia Greengrass' story-books were not Knockturn Romances, they were a few rungs above that in literary value, but they were still quite exhilarating reads for a pair of ten-year olds.

"Not just like my mum's novels, Harry. Do you not pay attention to History of Magic?" Daphne asked, even though she should know the answer by now.

"You know I don't."

"And that's very irresponsible of you! But anyways, the magical world has a rich history of covens, Harry. They'd all hang out together, travel the earth, save little kids that were trapped in wells, ride dragons and learn cool magic!"

"Why did so many kids fall into wells back then?"

"It was a clumsier time, Harry."

"All of that does sound pretty cool. But, how many people are supposed to even be in a coven?"

Daphne shrugged. "No idea. There hasn't been one since like right after the founder's days. And I couldn't really find anything about them in the library besides the little tidbits from Professor Binns' class."

Harry's eyes narrowed. "That sounds awfully like they've actively been suppressed. But why?"

"No idea, but if anyone can start a new one, it's the Harry-Daphne Express! Maybe that's what we should name it!"

"I think the other members might object." Harry said. "So, we're actively recruiting for a coven then?"

"Yes we are, and we've got that sexy minx Angelina Johnson right in our sights!" Daphne mimicked like she was aiming a rifle, "Go get em, soldier!"

Harry shook his head. "I need to have a talk with the elves, we need to cut your sugar intake."

Daphne pouted. "But then I just wouldn't be me, would I?"

…

Up in his office, Albus listened to the report from the sixth floor portrait lead.

Sir Beef Wellington collected all the information from the sixth floor portraits, summarizing it succinctly for Albus each and every day.

"One Mr. Goyle lamented the lack of stairs that turn into slides in the castle, as that would allow him to be on time for classes."

"That sounds very hazardous. They could slide their way right into a wall at high velocity! Very good idea, very good. Write that down, Fawkes." Albus said to his phoenix, who always took notes from these meetings. Unfortunately, since he was writing with his beak, the notes always came out as random scribbles.

But Albus understood them perfectly.

"Ah yes, and there were two young lovers conversing about starting a coven." Sir Wellington continued. "The female, Slytherin student I believe, said she couldn't find any books on the matter."

This caught Albus' interest even more. "Slytherin, you say, and was her partner a Gryffindor? Messy black hair and green eyes, perhaps?"

"You've hit it on the nose, Headmaster." Sir Wellington responded.

"Oh, that one could be very good. Write a note down, Fawkes, unlock the books on covens, give Miss Daphne Greengrass access to them. Put them all over the library too, just in case anyone else wants to be inspired."

Fawkes continued to scribble away as best as his beak would allow him to. Even when he punctured the parchment with his quill, he was not deterred. He continued scratching away while Dumbledore sucked on a lemon drop.

…

Bella had a glint in her eyes as she looked at Angelina. The girl had on another pair of extremely skin tight leggins, her incredible ass looking like it had been molded into them. She was also wearing a very short cut-off t-shirt that exposed every inch of her well sculpted, caramel tummy.

Harry was barely hiding his appreciative looks as they both stretched, and he wasn't alone, Bella was getting a nice eyeful of the tall dark-skinned girl as well.

Suddenly, Bellatrix got a brilliant idea.

"Harry, help Angelina stretch." She barked.

"Huh?"

Harry's cheeks reddened slightly, but Angelina wore a mischievous smirk.

"Help her stretch, she's not able to fully get her leg up."

Angelina was currently lying on her back, stretching her legs up above her. She was doing perfectly fine on her own, but that didn't matter.

Harry looked between both women. Bellatrix gave him an insistent nod and Angelina offered only a shrug, a shrug that made her shirt ride higher up her stomach and gave Harry a flash of her small breasts.

Deciding to roll with it, Harry walked over to Angelina and knelt in front of her.

"Thanks, Harry." She said with some humor in her voice. Bella was looming over them, wanting to get a good look as she placed her leg on his shoulder.

Harry pushed forward, stretching her leg out completely and also giving Harry a wonderful closeup view of her thick thighs. His right hand was dangerously close to her asscheek.

"Good, doesn't that feel better?" Bellatrix asked.

"Much better." Angelina breathed out.

They did the same stretch on the other side and ran through a few others that were mercifully not as titillating.

"Alright, I think we're ready to get started."

"Actually, Professor, my back feels a bit stiff." Angelina gave it an exaggerated twist. "Could you crack it for me, Harry?"

Bellatrix seemed delighted at this idea, and Harry felt blood instantly rush to his cock.

Fuck. Oh well.

"Sure." He shrugged. Angelina turned around with her hands behind her neck. Harry wrapped his arms around her forearms. He tried to keep their lower halves separate, but Angelina pushed her bountiful ass up against his crotch.

His cock pulsed with want as her juicy ass jiggled on him. He let out a deep breath as he tilted backward. Angelina's back arched with a satisfying crack, but not nearly as satisfying as the the feeling of Harry's cock pressing hard against her.

Bellatrix licked her lips. She had discovered this new fetish of hers just a few days ago, but now, she would do everthing in her power to have her man fuck the daylights out of the teenage vixen.

On Harry's end, he'd been trying to keep his distance, since he knew Bella was a jealous witch and figured he'd need to ease her into the idea of having multiple partners. But instead, he got the opposite, with Bella actively trying to push him onto Angelina. He didn't know what had caused his mentor's change of heart, but it was very fortuitous, and it spelled very good things for the future of their as-of-yet unnamed coven.

The two finally broke apart and it was like a switch was flipped. Bella went into battle mode. "Alright, let's get to it…"

Two hours later, Angelina lay on the floor, panting heavily as sweat glistened off her skin.

Harry was standing, but just barely. Bella had run him ragged. She'd instructed Angelina verbally, taught her some basic concepts, but Harry was the one who she had her practice on. Harry was Angelina's dueling dummy throughout the entire session. Then, everytime Angelina rested, Bella would run Harry through a brutal three minute dueling session, holding back just enough for the teen to just barely be overwhelmed. This continued on in five waves, and at the end Harry was magically and physically exhausted.

"A little help, Har?"

Harry looked down to see Angelina with her hand out for him to help her up. Harry was so knackered, he was partly worried he'd just collapse trying to help the girl up. But still, he grabbed onto her hand and pulled.

Angelina stood up, her sweaty scent wafting up Harry's nose and sending a new rush of blood surging to his cock. Angelina stood rather close to him, and it was only Bella's presence that seemed to stop the two from tearing their clothes off and fucking like animals.

"Well, I'll see you guys on Wednesday." She said, letting her body brush up against Harry's, his cock rubbing up against the side of her ass. Angelina gave him a very intense look before nodding towards Bella and leaving the room.

Bellatrix jumped on Harry the moment the door closed, and Harry found his cock buried in the older woman's cunt, her shirt hastily lifted to force a tit in his mouth.

"That was so fucking sexy." Bellatrix mewled as she set the pace, bouncing her hips on Harry's cock as she forced him to ravage her tits.

Harry mumbled something into her chest. It was unintelligible, but Bella could easily decipher it.

"Don't play coy with me. You and Johnson wanted to fuck the shit out of each other."

Another moan, this one of protest, and Bella quickened her pace, turning it into a moan of pleasure.

"Well, Bella is a good mentor, Harry. If you can hit me once on Tuesday, I'll let you fuck that little minx on Wednesday." Bella lowered her head to whisper in Harry's ear. "I'll even join in." That said, she nibbled at Harry's earlobe.

It was an instant reaction. With a surge of strength, Harry flipped them around, and Bella shrieked loudly in pleasure as Harry pounded her into the floor, pistoning his hips like a madman as the voluptuous older woman wrapped her legs around his waist in a death grip.

Harry didn't care how exhausted he'd previously been, he put his all into smashing his hips against Bellatrix's core. Bella squeezed her thighs as hard as she could manage, which was more than enough to restrict Harry's range of movement. But he still went at her with as much ferocity as he could.

He leaned forward, and Bella did the same, expecting maybe a kiss, but Harry reared his hand back and slapped her across the face. Bella's violet eyes turned feral, and she held her nails out like claws as she sank them into his chest and shoulders.

"FUCK!" Harry hissed, but the pain only fueled him further. He couldn't break Bellatrix's leglock, but he could still swing his hips back and drag the older woman's lower half upward with him, and then slam her down onto the hard floor on the downward thrust.

Bella's hands began to twitch as she realized she was fighting a losing battle. She looked up into his infuriatingly handsome face, made even more infuriating by the confident smirk as he knew he had her dead to rights.

Bella's back arched as she yelled out her release, and Harry couldn't care one bit that she'd drawn blood from his chest.

Harry felt her tighten around him as she shook in orgasms, and as much as he wanted to fill her up, he felt like he deserved a unique reward for his victory.

And so, when Bella's grip on him loosened, Harry pulled out of her. He inched forward, his towering cock dropping thick, syrupy dollops of Bella's cunt juice on her stomach and chest as Harry grabbed onto her large breasts and plopped his thick, veiny member in between them.

"You think you've won the war, you arrogant bastard?" Bella spat, though her heart was thumping on her chest as Harry wrapped his burning cock in her ample breasts. The quivering in her cunt, which had begun to recede, picked back up as Harry thrust forward, roughly titfucking her as her chest became coated in her own lewd secretions.

She opened her mouth, her eyes hyper-focused on the little droplets of pre-cup oozing out of Harry's tip. She leaned her head forward and let Harry's thick, bulbous head punch right through to the back of her mouth.

Harry groaned as he slid his slick shaft between Bella's breasts, his fingers tweaking her nipples as every time his cock entered her mouth, Bella would do her best to lather his head with her tongue.

Finally, as Harry was pulling back, his cock twitched. His first shot went off like a missile directly down Bella's throat. The next sprayed her in the nose, making the witch cough as her nasal passage was invaded by Harry's viscous seed. As she continued coughing, Harry coated her face and then her tits in his semen.

As he watched her struggle to recover her breath, as he saw the glare she shot up at him while her entire upper body was covered in his cum, Harry's cock immediately jumped back up to full mast.

"Round two won't be as easy." Bella spat as she pushed him off of her.

That night, Bella had to summon an elf to get them to her room.

…

The next week had dawned. Everyone was abuzz with the knowledge that the other schools were due to arrive in only a few day's time.

Today, though, it was time for the re-do of the Hogwarts Creative Project.

Despite how badly the first audition had gone, everyone who'd shown up the first time also came around this time. As the students milled in, they were curious to see Dean Thomas and a man who was clearly his father standing next to Professor Potter, Harry and Daphne.

"Alright everyone, settle in." Lily said as the last few students entered. Harry and Daphne were looking rather expectant, being just as in the dark as everyone else.

"Now, allow me to introduce Randall Thomas, your classmate Dean's father!"

Mr. Thomas nodded in acknowledgement as there was scattered clapping in the chamber. Dean's dad was tall, at least six-five, and looked like he'd once been well built, though he'd let himself go over the years. The brown-skinned man had many thin scars crossing his forehead, and he carried himself slightly hunched over.

"Isn't he a muggle?" Someone deep in the crowd asked.

Lily sent Dean and his dad an apologetic look, but Mr. Thomas didn't seem to care.

"He is in fact a non-magical. The Headmaster has given him a special dispensation to come to the school and help us with our project."

Many of the Slytherins, and even some from other houses, frowned at the revelation.

"Now then, I believe I'll cede the floor to Mr. Thomas, so he can explain his idea for our artistic endeavor." Lily stepped back, and Dean's father stepped up confidently.

"Name's Randall, I'm here to teach you how to put asses in the seats."

A sea of nonplussed faces followed that statement.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Language!" Lily hissed.

Mr. Thomas did not seem to be insulted. "I'm here to teach you how to draw dimes, how to work a proper match, how to talk on the mic."

Crickets.

"What is this muggle drivel?" Malfoy asked loudly.

Mr. Thomas looked over at his son. "They don't know?"

Dean shook his head.

The older man pinched the bridge of his nose. "Well, thankfully we brought some visual aids, cause I sure as shit ain't gonna explain the business to you kids."

Lily flicked her wand and a large bubbled floated up to the stage from the back of the room. Encased in the bubble was a big square CRT television set on top of a wheeled cart. The television was plugged in to a generator that was lightly droning on.

"What is that contraption?" An older Slytherin student guffawed.

"It's a television… sort of like a muggle pensieve." Lily explained, "With my newly invented anti-magic bubble, electronics are able to function effectively, even with Hogwarts' ambient magic."

Lily had invented the charm in a few days out of necessity, but already she could picture the Auror department knocking down her door to get their hands on it, among other bidders.

"Alright then, here we go." Mr. Thomas put his hand inside the bubble, and pressed play on the VCR.

The students looked on, mesmerized as the television flickered on and a strange logo appeared on the screen. Cheesy rock music began to play as images appeared on screen.

The muggle-borns, plus Harry and Daphne, instantly realized what it was. The purebloods, though, were in for a ride at the bizarre spectacle they were seeing.

A bunch of buff, oiled up men in tights and colorful costumes…fighting?

Because most purebloods had never witnessed a physical altercation, to them the fake punches and kicks, as well as the choreographed throws and slams, looked like a legitimate fight.

"You want us to clobber each other like savages?!" Malfoy shrieked with indignation, his sentiment echoed by many of the purebloods in the room.

"Heh, still some marks in the room I see." Mr. Thomas commented.

The video shifted to the big burly men yelling at each other, either inside of a ring or being interviewed by a short balding man. These men talked in over the top voices and with a deep melodrama as they described how they would crush their opponent.

Satisfied with what he'd shown them, Mr. Thomas turned the television off. "Now, a few of you seem to know what's up, but some others are a bit confused-"

Hermione's hand shot up into the air.

"Yes?"

The bushy haired girl cleared her throat. "Isn't professional wrestling a bit…crass?"

"Look at you with the big words." Mr. Thomas mocked, making Hermione blush furiously with embarrassment.

"To answer your point, say what you want about it, but if you kids put on a proper wrestling show, you'll knock their socks off. You'll definitely beat out some stuffy old ballet."

"But it's an art thing, not a fighting thing." Ron pointed out.

Hermione sighed with frustration. "Ronald, those people weren't really fighting, it was choreographed."

"But that one bloke hit the other one with a chair!" Seamus exclaimed.

"I think it's a brilliant idea." Harry said, wanting to support his mum, who was growing more and more anxious by the second.

"Well then. Let's begin the audition!" Lily clapped her hands loudly, quieting everyone down. "Err, how are we going to go about this again?" She whispered to Mr. Thomas.

"Gotta find the top stars first. Those are the ones that draw the big money!"

"Dad, there's no money involved here." Dean reminded his father, who waved him off.

Randall was contemplative as he looked at the sea of students. They were all vanilla midgets to him, but in the land of the vanilla midget, the least vanilla midget was king, he supposed.

He zeroed in on the blonde boy with the weasel face, carrying himself like a pampered prince and flanked by two burly boys.

The boy squirmed under his gaze, until finally he couldn't help but blurt out. "Could you stop staring at me, you filthy muggle?"

Gasps filled the room. "Mr Malfoy!" Lily yelled indignantly.

Mr. Thomas put a hand up to stop Lily from berating the boy.

"Tell me, Mr. Malfoy is it? Are there any people in this room that you hate?"

Malfoy chortled. "Of course there are. There's Potter and his group of idiots and blood traitors, and there's all the mudbloods that sully our school with their presence!"

"That's it Malfoy!" Harry shouted as he lunged at the boy. He was held back by Ron and Blaise, but he wasn't the only one looking murderously at Draco. Most of the room, in fact, looked like they were a split second from hexing the blonde boy.

"That's great!" Mr. Thomas exclaimed, a gleam in his eyes as he looked at Draco. "We found our top heel! This boy is a natural heat magnet."

"Heel?" Draco asked with trepidation.

"Bad guy, you're a natural bad guy son."

Malfoy looked offended. "I will not be anyone's jester! The Malfoy name is a noble one, to be associated with any kind of lowbrow-"

"You'll get to throw as many insults as you want, in front of hundreds of people, no repercussions."

Malfoy stopped in his tracks, his breath hitching at the thought. "I'm in."

Mr. Thomas grinned, turning to look at the still agitated Harry. "And you are my clean cut babyface. Face of the company. Just need to come up with a good catchphrase and we're golden!"

Things progressed on as Dean's dad looked at everyone critically. The moment he saw the twins, he told them they were his tag champions. Fred and George did a little jig to celebrate, even though they had no clue what that meant.

He had some resistance to including the girls, saying they would only be valets, but after seeing everyone's murderous glares at his sexist comment, he mumbled something about how it worked in Japan so it might work here.

He quickly picked out Daphne and Pansy as his Harry and Draco counterparts. He also had an eye on Susan, but the girl shied away when he asked her if she'd ever worn a onesie before.

When he squared up on Hermione, the girl had her arms crossed in defiance.

"Don't even bother, sir. I find this whole thing much too demeaning and lowbrow for my liking."

His eyes lit up once more. "That's it, you got it girl, that'll be a great gimmick!"

"Gimmick? What the hell are you talking about?" Hermione spat.

Once he'd selected his core, Mr. Thomas assured everyone else that they would still be needed.

"We need costume designers, people to set off pyro-"

"They can just use their wands dad."

"-We need some bookers too! It's a one day show so it's gonna be action packed!"

In the end, everyone who had come found a place in what Mr. Thomas quickly dubbed the Wizard Wrestling Federation.

Lily, who'd been more than happy to just stay in the background and let Dean's father run the show, checked her watch and saw they were out of time. "Alright guys, that's it for today. Next meeting will be next week, same time!"

"What are we going to actually do? I'm still a bit confused about this whole thing." Ron mumbled, his question echoed by a lot of people.

Mr. Thomas sported a large grin. "Next week starts the most grueling training you've ever undertaken. I'm going to teach you how to take bumps, how to sell, how to work a crowd, how to talk, how to walk, and most importantly, how to make money."

"He realizes this is all for free right?" Harry whispered to Dean.

Dean shrugged. "He just likes to talk that way. Let him be."

…

For the first time in a long time, Bellatrix felt nervous. She wouldn't say she felt fear because that was one thing she had overcome years ago.

But there were definitely jitters.

She knew she would have to face the music at some point. Ever since she agreed to return to Hogwarts, she knew her past would catch up to her. She'd been putting it off for as long as she could manage, but the day of reckoning had finally arrived.

Bellatrix Black was about to pay for one of her original sins. Perhaps her greatest sin, in the grand scheme of things.

The hallway stood empty as Bella gazed into the eyes of the only woman she had ever feared.

"It was foolish of you to come here tonight, Bellatrix."

Reflexively, Bella's hand twitched to her wand, but she stopped herself. She had no power here, not on her turf.

"Yeah, well, I was getting kinda tired of all those late fee notices you kept sending me."

Irma Pince's stern glare never once broke as she looked Bellatrix down from behind her desk. "It's been twenty-three years to the day, Bellatrix Black. Twenty-three years since that picture went up on display for all to see."

Bella flinched as she looked over to where Pince had pointed. Up on the wall, with a title that read Undesirable #1, was a picture of a sixteen year old Bellatrix, scowling at her older self.

The only saving grace was that Bella's actual name wasn't anywhere on the picture, a mercy that allowed her to avoid scandal.

"Have you finally come to return the book?" Pince asked as Bella tentatively stepped through into the library proper.

"My attorney's told you a million times, I don't have the bloody book! I don't know what happened to it!"

That was a lie, another one in the massive web that Bella had built up over the years.

She hadn't meant for it to get to this point. She'd just checked out a book late into her fifth year, 1001 Curses to Impress your Friends. She had thrown it in the bottom of her trunk, and yes she'd forgotten to return it before she went home for the summer.

When she found it in her trunk during the holiday, she began reading it, only to become frustrated when she realized they were all spells she already knew. She did throw the book out her window, but she was going to go get it! It wasn't her fault that Narcissa's stupid crup Didius tore the thing to shreds before she could retrieve it.

Well, she had waited a few days to go fetch it, but still, it was Narcissa's fault for letting that little beast run wild!

When she'd returned for her sixth year, she'd tried to put the whole thing behind her. Then, the late notices started coming in, and then Pince herself had interrogated Bella, who's deep denial had gotten to the point where she started saying someone else must have checked the book out under polyjuice, all to besmirch her good name.

Bellatrix found herself banned from the library for her final two years at Hogwarts.

"In that case, there is but one solution." Irma said. "You must pay the late fee and the lost book charge."

Bellatrix cringed. She'd brought her money pouch with her, but she wasn't sure if it would be enough. "Go ahead, Pince, do your worst." She responded with confidence she didn't really have.

Pince nodded. "That'll be twelve sickles."

Bellatrix opened her mouth to retort, but she choked on her words as she processed what Pince had said. "Wait… twe… ALL THIS TIME, IT WAS ONLY TWELVE SICKLES?!"

Pince looked irate as she shushed Bellatrix, instantly shutting the dark haired witch up. "We are in the library, Professor Black, please observe the rules."

Bella's eye twitched. "All these years, why didn't you tell me it was just a measly twelve sickles?"

"You never asked. Our late fees are fixed, and the book you stole-" Bella wanted to argue that wording, but decided against it. "Was very common. It was only worth about five sickles at the time, and its value has dropped."

Bella huffed as she reached into her money pouch and counted out the twelve sickles. She was not going to give the librarian a single knut more.

"Thank you." Pince said as she received her payment. "Your ban has been lifted, I hope you learn to be more careful with our books going forward."

Bella had to suppress an eye roll, "Can you take that picture down now?" She pointed at her mugshot.

Pince shook her head. "I would have if you had returned the book. But honestly, the picture's been around for so long, it's become a staple of the library."

"Whatever." Bella grumbled. She knew she could not challenge Pince in her own little fiefdom.

"What do you have on countercurses?"

"Everything in this library is alphabetized now, Professor Black. The Cs start over there." She pointed towards the third row of shelves.

Bella quickly found the section on countercurses. She had to prepare a lesson on them for her sixth years, and while she knew them front to back, she had long since forgotten all the basic terminology that one was supposed to use when introducing the topic.

She really hated having to teach all these useless brats who couldn't grasp such simple intricacies of magic. But the time she got to spend with her stud of a protege made it all worth it.

She was rifling through the books on countercurses when her eyes drifted ever so slightly to the right.

After the seven or so books on Countercurses, but before the several dozen books on Cow Rustling, there was a single, ancient looking tome that immediately drew her attention.

Covens

That was it. A simple title, no author name, nothing else to make the thick black book stand out.

But Bella had heard of covens. She had received an O in both her OWLs and NEWTs for History of Magic. She had always paid rapt attention during Binns' class, and she remembered very clearly the little nuggets the professor had dropped about covens during the years.

She disregarded the books on countercurses. She could half-ass something for class tomorrow. This book, this book called to her. And as she pulled it from the shelf, she felt a surge of excitement as she thought of Harry, Angelina, even his little blonde girlfriend.

But definitely not Lily Potter. Definitely not her.