"Why would you need…" Left hand twin.
"To Warn anybody…" Right hand twin.
"About us?" both.
"It might be the fact I just bitch-slapped your brother." Harry Flexed his hands.
The Twins exchanged glances, "And why did you…" Again the Twin on Harry's left started the line."
"Strike the little Shite?" The other finished the sentence.
"I was buttering up a little blond number, seeing as I had already gotten her permission to tongue her as I pleased… keeping things polite. While we were talking about limits of my physical traspasses in exchange for access to my pudding, Your younger Brother sat beside me, snagged My Pudding, and proceeded to scarf it. Not even giving us the Curiticy of closing his mouth while he consumed my confection. He invaded our space, our conversation, and stole My Pudding!" Harry snorted a blast of grey smoke from his nostrils. "So I bumped him from the bench, and when he came at me after standing… and my little Moon had delivered her Warning, I put him in his place."
"If It makes you feel better, McGonagall questioned him about it, but before she could actually do anything, Longbottom called her on the Headmaster's edict of allowing both your brother and Malfoy to run unchecked." Tracy smirked. "Potter promised that as long as no wands are drawn, he is just going to be slapping the shite out of those who deserve it."
"And if there is…"
"Premature Slap-ulation?"
"I will owe them a boon." Harry sighed, "But I Name Granger as Slap-agadon Judge. It is Her that you have to convince to rule on the Slappee's behalf. But there are three things that are automatic offences. My Food, My Females, and my pets."
"And Ronnie-kins just violated two of the three." The twins choursed.
"Only because Lurch was cuddling Luna." Potter sneered.
"Lovegood?" twin right asked.
"Our second sister." twin left.
"She steals my pudding." Potter smirked as the twins stiffened, "But is agreeable with the cost of her actions."
Tracy chuckles. "He gets to use his tongue on her in publicly approved ways… and there are talks of others paying for a pudding or two."
"You mistreat her…"
"And All you will be able to eat…"
"Will be pudding." The twins turned and strode from the Hall.
Tracy stepped in close. "I fully expect to be mauled daily, my bum groped, and to be kissed in a very vulgar manner. You will treat me disrespectfully."
"That is a no." Potter seized the base of her skull with his right hand. "I will be Respectful. I will be Possessive, and I will be Barbaric." He took her mouth in a passionate kiss, as his left hand found and grabbed her ass. "Now, my slutty witch, was that to your tastes?" He released her.
Tracy sat heavily on the bench as she fought to regain her breath. She nodded.
"And you, Miss Greengrass?"
"More to piss off Malfoy, you shall kiss my cheek as you arrive or leave the room. A pat on the bum as you pass by would be acceptable." her lip curled in humour. "Proper courting behaviour."
"And if Adults get involved?" Harry asked.
"We are in talks." the Blond flicked her braid over her shoulder. "But You Should head to the Bank in the Morning. To see if there are any Contracts."
Harry nodded, Kissed her Cheek, patted her bum, as He stooped to snog Tracy, before he exited the Hall. A Whistle caused Lurch to bolt from under the Table to scurry along at his heel.
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Standing on the astronomy tower, Harry breathed deep as the storm howled around him. Now he found this place, he could find it again. It Opened, not just into the open Air, but Into the Sky! He could Not travel Higher, while keeping his Feet on solid grounding, anywhere in this part of the world.
The Wind tore at his Kilt, as the Storm battered at the Ramparts. He could taste the Fury of the Wind, smell the Rage of the Lightning, and feel the Wrath of the Water. This Storm meant to brutalise the Castle and those that stalked within.
After Five Minutes, the Halfbreed turned and stumbled back into the stair leading into the Castle known as Hogwarts.
This Storm was here to stay until it died… Three days from now.
Once he was fully inside, he shed the Water like pulling a sheet off the bed. One second he was soaked to the proverbial bone… the next, dry as a sun baked lizard. The orb of water, held over the Fingertips of his right hand, he chucked into the Storming Sky. He closed the door gently and picked his way down the stairs. His Ears twitched as he listened for noises that would attract his attention.
Nothing called out to him, until he happened upon the Charms Class being taught to the Second Year Gryphs and Snakeheads. The piping voice of the excitable little Professor drew the well-toned Brute. As Harry eased into the class, he noticed the collective two party system of the class.
Each student had a 'candle' in front of them, and they were trying to light it. Half the Scarlet and Gold trimmed students had already turned their Roman style candles into slagged piles of wax, but not one had theirs lit. the Green and silver students were trying to spark their wands but they were not drawing enough power to keep them lit
A Little Blond, one who smelled similar to Greengrass from lunch, gripped her wand as she clutched her desk. Potter squatted beside her, his hand landing on her back, as He moved to help her.
"Tits of Takhisis!" Harry Roared as he stepped back. "And They Leave you in this… condition?"
"Mister Potter!" Whistle-popped the Short Professor, "Just What are you doing?" A Frowning Half-Goblin is not a happy sight.
"I was trying to learn why Miss Greengrass here was having trouble." Potter sneered. "But You Leave a Student in this… Condition? And Call Yourselves Teachers! Call yourselves The Best of the Wizarding World?"
"Mister Potter, What are you talking about?" The Short 'Man' Closed on the Newcomer.
"I am Talking about the Curse upon this Child! I am talking about the Damage you are inflicting upon Her for Your Personal Amusement!" Smoke curled around his Nares.
"While The Professors knew of the Curse, it has Plagued her Bloodline for Decades, We Do Not inflict it on her, nor take Any Amusement from it. The Greengrass House has tried every known Counter Curse and Seen every Specialist in the Known World about it. We ask that She try to do as best as she can…"
"Then… There is no Reason I withhold my Hand." Harry turned to the Desk scratched a note, $Lurch, Find [Frosty Bitch] deliver this Note. Follow her to me.$ He handed the note to Lurch, who dashed to the Door and waited patiently for Potter to open it. Potter swung the younger Greengrass into his arms and turned to the closest student to the door… a Gryff male. "Take me to the Medic."
"Mr Jones." Flitwick was still frowning. "Please see Mister Potter to Nurse Poppy in The Medical Wing, and Return. I will be Following up on Miss Greengrass after class."
The Gryff opened the door, releasing the Snallgnasher, as he led the Kilted wizard to the Medical wing.
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Daphne Greengrass sat in History, listening with half an ear as Binns droned on about yet another Goblin Revolt, when a scratching shook the door to the Class. Crabbe, being the closest, got up and opened it… allowing the feathered Lizard to scuttle in, and bee-line towards her. It scrambled onto her desk, and in a 'Proud of myself'' pose, offered her the Note in his teeth.
His Steel-teeth, that were just inches from her throat and face.
She tenderly took the note, and the Lizard backed off, and crouched on the edge of her desk.
DG.
Sister taken Medic.
Come. Bring Slut.
Dog Follow.
HJP.
She read the note twice, before the Words 'Sister', 'Medic', and 'Come' registered. "Come Slut. Dog Heel." Daphne grabbed and ran from the room. The Lizard on her heels.
Tracy blinked twice, before Pansy leaned in. "She said, 'Come Slut'. Why are you still here?"
Tracy snorted "She does not call me Slut…" then something clicked for the Brunette, "But Potter Does!" She Grabbed her things and bolted after her Friend.
DRaco raised his head from his desk. "What Happened?"
Pansy smirked. "Potter summoned Greengrass and Davis."
"Oh." Draco returned to his Nap.
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In the Medical Wing, McGonagall burst through the doors, two steps ahead of Severus. Both having received a Patronus from Flitwick that a Student of Slytherin was carried to the Wing by a Pissed Potter.
They arrived to see almost half of the beds on one side of the Wing stacked against the walls as a single bed holding an intrigued Astoria Greengrass was in the centre of a Ritual Circle that the newcomer was drawing with his talons. He would dip his centre talon of his right claw in a bowl of red goo and skitch a glyph while muttering, before moving to right, and draw another.
Once he had finished the Circle, He looked at the three witches sitting on the bed. "Okay, ladies. I need 'little miss' to stretch out, and the rest of you to exit the circle. Do Not touch anything on your way out." He turned to Poppy, who stood in the doorway to her office, "Nurse, are you ready?"
Poppy nodded.
"Now My Mistress could just rip it out of her, but the Hag is over a century old and eats cursing like this for breakfast." Potter bathed his talons in fire, as he walked counter-clockwise around the circle. "Because it has been allowed to linger so long, It will hurt when I pull it out. Are you ready?"
Astoria Nodded, as she tried to slow her breathing.
Potter began to snarl in a language that was not meant for a human throat. Within the circle, dark winds began to swirl and howl. Soon, a column of Darkness so pure, it had volume filled the circle. And Still the Kilted Wizard Spoke his Incantations.
A new Voice joined the howling. Tori's. Daphne took a step towards the Circle and was stopped by Snape. "No. Crossing that Line will only kill her, and release the Curse into all of us." the Hooked Nose Man hissed. "And that is if we are lucky."
"And if we are not?" Whispered Tracy.
"Hogwarts dies slowly, but by Sundown we will all be dead." Flitwick whispered. "I understand how and why Your Father thought he had tried everything… This School of Magic is all but Lost and for good reason. It cannot be wielded by Humans. And we hunted most Non-human Magic wielders out of existence."
A third voice joined the Howling. This voice was not human.
Tori fell quiet.
Streaks of a deep purple-red were splashed about the inner walls of the column of air that contained the little witchling. The Howling, both the Wind and the Curse, rose in pitch and Volume… then fell quiet.
The Air in the Circle cleared…
Astoria lay sleeping, clad only in her knickers, as a blood ruby, twice the size of her fists, nestled between her budding breasts, a dark flame burning from within. Her Breathing was clear, soft and gentle. The bed was splattered with drops of red, and a circle of ragged cloth ringed it. But all signs pointed to her being in prime health.
Potter grunted, as he slumped to one knee. "Nurse, see to the Witchling. Touch nothing. Potion Master… Would you happen to have a 'Pepper-up'?" He focused his dark eyes at McGonagall. "Headmistress, Summon her Father." After swigging the potion from the Potion Master, and steam whistling from his ears, the Warlock leveraged himself to his feet, and using a handful of rags from the floor, lifted the Ruby from the child's chest. "'Goblin-kin'. Write your Kin on my behalf. I have a 'Curse Stone' for sale. I will need to meet with an agent."
"And who says you get to claim the Stone?" Daphne stepped in front of the Warlock.
"It is my Price for removing the 'Blood Curse' from your sister." He leaned closer, and sniffed her. "I sense no taint on you… and She is now Clean. But Who else among your Clansmen carry traces of this Curse? Who else must I Rip it from? Do you really want to upset the one who can Cleanse them? Over a Cursed Rock?"
"Taking that Stone, crafted from our Blood, means that you are Bound to Greengrass." Daphne embraced the Ice.
"Are you trading one Daughter for the Other?"
Daphne's Ice shattered. She turned her head to look at the small witchling sleeping as Poppy's wand danced above her. "The Curse will no longer trouble our House, Astoria lives a Full and Healthy Life, and House Greengrass gets at least half of the Profits from that Stone… then yes, I will trade myself for what you did for Her."
"Deal." Warlock Potter sneered. "Pending your Father's Seal." He twisted and strode from the Wing, the Snally waddling in his wake. Three breaths later… The runic circle flared up in black flames, destroying any trance that it had ever been there.
"What was that?" Tracy asked.
"What?" Flitwick grinned. "Potter wrangling a contract from Greengrass, Greengrass binding a Draconian Warlock to Service, or the Runic Circle imploding and erasing all trace?"
"That Last One." the half-blood huffed. "How did that Happen?"
"Potter had it written into the runes." Snape sneered. "It saves on the cleanup. Most turn everything to ash or dust and scatters it all to the Winds. Only because he intended to leave Greengrass and Poppy in the Circle, did he just erase the work." Turning his sneer to the older Sister, "I do believe you were told to Floo your Father. Come, you can use my Floo, while I report this to the Headmaster." He led the two Teens from the Wing.
Flitwick turned to Minerva, "Go. Watch Albus's reaction to the News. I will Handle the Goblins.
HPDB
Albus was wrestling with the aspect of the Job that was not Spoken of in the Light… Paperwork.
Many times he had tried to have Minerva deal with it, but She kept trying to undermine him by changing School policy or tightening School discipline. Then there was the fact that he already had her doing so much of the running of the school as his deputy that the School Board kept trying to offer her the Position of Headmaster and excise him.
Suddenly he felt a spike in Wards as a Magic that was not taught at Hogwarts flared within her Walls. As the Master of the Wards, he was first pinned by the Alieness of the Magic that was called. Then held by the raw Power. As he regained control of his breathing, He marvelled at the control of whomever was wielding Power on this scale.
Just as suddenly as the Power ignited… it vanished. It's majesty magnified even greater by it's absence than by it's presence.
Albus sprawled across his desk, panting, as his fire-bird sang. Fawks sang a song of Joy and Triumph.
Albus struggled to his feet, and as he was staggering around his Desk, heading towards the Door when He felt the Gargoyle trigger, and a trusted minion started up the stairs. Albus hurried back to his chair, and poured a glass of port. He decided to play this as a 'no big'.
He was mildly surprised when a Pissed Snape stormed in, followed by a stone-faced McGonagall.
As the kindly Grandfather… Albus smiled. "What can I do for you?"
"We are here to… 'Report' that Astoria Greengrass has been 'cured' of her affliction." Snape spat.
"What! How?" Albus lost his composure. "No Magic cast by humans not requiring lifeblood or soul sacrifice could touch it!"
"Well It was Ripped from her, Poppy is seeing to her Right now, and as far as anyone can tell… No Soul or LifeBlood was involved." Minerva all but sneered at the old Fool.
Albus was on his feet and running for the Medical wing, his two most trusted Minions on his heels.
As he burst into the Wing, He found Flitwick and Poppy casting every spell they could… trying to detect the 'Blood Curse' that was plain to see on the girl's face.
Every spell kept giving a negative response. As Far as their Magic was concerned, the Blood Curse not only was not Present, but had never been.
Lord Greengrass and His Wife were standing near the Floo as the Two did their scans.
"Whatever that young man did…" Poppy turned to the Parents, ignoring the Headmaster for the time being, "Not only has he undone the Curse, but your Baby Girl reads as if the Curse was enacted, let alone trying to kill her for the better part of the last decade."
"And what was his Price for this Miracle?" The Lord demanded as his Lady Wife scuttled to sit and cuddle her baby.
"The Bloodstone that was nestled on her chest when the ritual was finished." Flitwick smiled. "When your Daughter challenged that, He hinted at the Possibility that others of your Clan or House might be so inflicted, and if He was to be so inclined as to Remove the Curse… no more was to be said on that Stone by your House."
Lady Greengrass tucked a length of blond hair behind her Baby's ear. "Because she was always so pale… But I think even now…"
Poppy ran her wand over the witchling. "You are correct. She is a bit Anaemic. But not enough to warrant a potion just yet. Let's let her sleep. In the Morning I will test her again. If she is still low… I will give her a Blood Replenishing potion." Poppy stood upright. "I will have an Elf open up a Visitor's suite for you two. No Doubt you will want to talk with your other Daughter while this one sleeps."
"Thank you." Lady Greengrass continued to stroke the blond hair next to her leg.
Lord Greengrass Turned, and led the way from the Wing. Snape, Flitwick, McGonagall, And Dumbledor followed him into the Hall. "I want to meet this Miracle Worker. I need to know to Whom I owe a Debt to."
"There is no Debt." Potter appeared around the nearby corner. He had changed his kilt, after showering. "The Bloodstone was my Payment. Though your Daughter did make an interesting counter offer."
"And I would beg you to consider it." Lord Greengrass stepped forward, extending his hand. "Not knowing the Exact terms…"
From around a different corner Daphne joined the group, Tracy two steps off. "I was trading myself to Him, for the Protection he brings, and half the value of the Bloodstone Ruby."
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