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Chap. 41: Damp Plumbing

Life continued at Hogwarts. People still discussed the missing Ravenclaw girl, of course, and the mysterious circumstances of Romilda Vane's disappearance, discovery and return, and now how long she would be with her family, 'recovering'. The weekend was spent shagging as usual after homework was caught up, and Lilith seemed more up to the task than she had been for most of the week, entertaining not just Harry, but also Ginny, Ron, Hermione (though she only asked once), Neville, and for the two hours the worn-out girl could handle it on Sunday, Hannah.

Another week, too, came and went, and every few days Harry would make a trip during one period alone or another up to see if there was any news from Mandy Brocklehurst, but all she could tell him between a round or two of rather violent sex that was making Harry start to enjoy the style even more was that the boys, mostly the 'average one', were engaged in something else in the room, too. Repairing something that had proven difficult.

They had kidnapped her, she said, to relieve their frustrations.

Ironic, because she felt she could have helped them if she wanted to... or if they'd asked.

But she couldn't say what the object was due to some powerful enchantment they'd put on her, nor look at it with her eyes when freed, or anything of the sort that might give him another clue. And there were just so many things in the room even within Mandy's earshot that it would be impossible just to guess.

Harry hadn't only been shagging or checking on Mandy, though.

He'd also taken up a new project: cleaning the Chamber of Secrets.

It started simply: one evening when the others had been occupied with pleasure, and a bit of extra homework Dumbledore had assigned him in preparation for assisting him with the next lesson in Defense on the difference between dueling and combat had kept him working a bit later.

What we really need is a place for us to meet without being interrupted. These rooms are good for diversions, sleeping, and all, but it's not good for training, and we need to do more than just fuck all the time. Some place large like the Room of Requirement, but more private, one not in use all the time. The Chamber would be perfect if it was clean, but it'd be a lot of work. Then again, Dumbledore is always telling me to rely on my friends, and Lilith says I need to build up my resources, so... "Um... Dobby?"

With a soft crack, the eccentric house-elf appeared, wearing what looked like a young muggle boy's t-shirt with a cartoon dinosaur on the front in bright green and several dozen socks on each foot in a dizzying variety of colors. "The Great Harry Potter calls for Dobby? Dobby is so happy! What can Dobby do for the Great Harry Potter?"

Harry blinked in surprise. "Well, uh... to be honest I wasn't sure if you'd hear me. Are you still working at the castle?"

"Dobby is, Harry Potter, sir. Dobby has been assigned to clean Harry Potter and his friends' chambers, Sir."

"Wait... what? These rooms?"

"Yes, Harry Potter, Sir! All of these rooms."

"Oh." The knowledge threw Harry for a bit of a loop. He'd never even seen his tiny friend! "Well, then you've, er, seen or been told about Lyra? Lilith?"

Dobby nodded vigorously, and a sly, even knowing grin spread over his wide mouth, "Dobby has seen Harry Potter Sir's special friend, yes."

For some reason, the knowledge made Harry blush deeply. "Uh... that's... that's g- great, I... I think. Um... anyway, I called you to see if you could help me with something, Dobby."

With another eager nod, the grin on the elf's face vanished, "Dobby can help Harry Potter!"

"Have you ever seen or heard of the Chamber of Secrets?"

The elf suddenly frowned, "Dobby has not. Dobby has heard of that dark place, but he has not been there. No elf has in many years."

"Well, it's safe now. The Basilisk- Slytherin's Monster- is dead. I, uh, killed it a few years ago. We could use the space for some things. Is... well, do you know of any of Hogwarts' House-Elves that would appreciate a lot of extra work? It's pretty bad down there."

"Dobby knows many elves that would enjoy extra work, Harry Potter sir! Can you show Harry Potter where the dark chamber is?"

Harry grinned and stood up, setting his homework aside for the moment. He was almost done, and had another day to finish it anyway. "Sure. Can we go now?"

The elf nodded once more.

Harry looked toward the dungeon door, which was ajar as usual with the soft sounds of his friends enjoying each other's company. "Going out for a bit to talk to Dobby! Back later, have fun!"

Ten minutes later, Dobby cheered. "Dobby and the others will have this room cleaned soon, Harry Potter, Sir!"

Harry suspected that even a few House Elves would find the task difficult, however, due to the sheer size of the place. He did not know how large the Chamber of Secrets truly was, but he did know there was more than he'd seen on his last two visits. The Basilisk had come from somewhere, after all, and he had seen no other pipe entrances aside from the one in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, so there were probably other places for the great snake to have moved around in the walls, too. Damn, Harry realized as he watched Dobby begin to magically scour away much of the slime on the floor where he'd masturbated as Lavender, moving slowly into the room, there's probably a whole network of secret passages in the form of huge pipes no one knows about. Even the Marauders never found the Chamber.

Grinning at the possibilities, Harry told the elf, "Have fun cleaning, Dobby. I'm going to head back up to the rooms."

His diminutive friend said something rapidly under his breath, but he was so excited Harry couldn't make out what it was.

He continued musing on the problem as he returned upstairs. Dobby and a small army of elves might still take a while, for there was more wrong with the Chamber of Secrets than old slime and mildew. It would likely require several major repairs to foundations, grills, and filters just to clean the water in the reflecting pools and get it circulating again. The seeping that caused the mildew and mold was an even more pervasive problem, one that could take months for Dobby alone to complete. If he could get help at all. Not that I mind if he has to do it himself. It isn't a huge rush.

Besides, his lair- such as it was, he thought with some amusement- was to be secret from all but his closest friends (i.e., those who had been given Runes by Lilith, and were in some way bonded to him). It would be less effective if more people knew about it.

That Thursday, Harry and Lyra ended up in the dungeon for some time while Hermione coached the others, Neville and Hannah included, through the remainder of their schoolwork. The next night, possibly early Saturday, would be the time either Hannah got her first set of Runes, or for Ron or Hermione to get their second.

No one, yet, seemed sure what Harry would choose.

In truth, not even he knew.

Still, that hour alone with Lyra left him a few options, and he'd even asked the others politely not to disturb the pair until one of them came out, and put up the same Do Not Disturb sign on the door. Not that he'd bothered to lock it, and any of them could undo it with a simple spell if they had tried, or just use their hands.

Still, with some privacy secured, Harry looked to his Succubus with a small sugar spoon full of Heliotrope-purple liquid.

"Are you sure about this, Master?" she asked quietly, looking strangely shy and, for once, back in her tiny, young-looking form she had first appeared in.

"No," Harry murmured, "but if I don't do it now, I'm not sure if I will at all. And you want me to, right?"

The rosette shrugged, looking away briefly, "I do, but it's not my wants I'm thinking about. I'm here to service you, not the other way around."

"I know," Harry said quietly, "but I care if you're happy, too. I do want to do this."

Then, without another thought, he stuck the spoon in his mouth. When it came out, there was no purple visible except a slight sheen on his upper lip.

He swallowed, and over the next thirty seconds, transformed into a copy of Ginny Weasley once more.

This time, he was more sure, and didn't waste time.

He leaned down over the nude form of his Pet, pressing Ginny's lips to hers while taking her jaw with two tender hands. They kissed for several seconds while both worked to undress him- her- before Lilith stood up, pushing him back, and spun them both before lowering Harry-Ginny back onto the bed and stepping between her legs.

Gently, the smaller girl began peppering quick, fast kisses down Harry's pale, lightly freckled neck, lingering for a few seconds on each nipple, and then down her stomach to nestle between her thighs. She didn't lick at Ginny long, knowing that time was important, but the Succubus wanted to make sure she was excited.

As before, Harry found the sensations of being given cunnilingus extraordinary, and soon he was fisting his small hands in the Succubus' pink hair, writhing, reaching a crescendo...

That slowly faded away before it peaked. "Sorry, Master," Lilith said with a semi-sincere grin that only twisted up one side of her cute little mouth, "but... you did ask. This is your cock- the one you started with. Is it... too much?"

Harry looked down Ginny's body, and shuddered.

There, as she'd said, was an eight-inch long penis, already erect, growing from where Lilith's clit had been a few moments earlier. It was just as he recognized, only he was now seeing it from the outside.

It seemed huge, imposing. And he found himself hungering for it.

Slowly, he nodded, and scooted back on the bed so that he was against the headboard with legs outstretched.

Carefully, Lilith hovered up on invisible wings to stand with feet on either side of his/her hips, then grew just a little so she could stand and be at the right height, leaving his own dick hanging with the tip just an inch or so from his mouth.

He shuddered, unable to look away.

It was terrifying, what he was about to do.

It made him wonder if he was gay... he shouldn't want to do this.

But he did.

Something about... being female for an hour, maybe.

Or maybe he was just that perverted.

He raised a hand, lightly brushing the tender folds of Lilith's female sex. "Keep that," he whispered, "but... but can you grow my testicles, too? They're really sensitive."

"Of course, Master," Lilith replied gently.

He'd gotten used to the rapid transformations from one body to the next, or building and creating 'clothes' from herself, but watching a new change take place slowly was still strange to Harry. Her labia didn't vanish. Instead, the Succubus' feminine genitals were simply hidden by the almost balloon-like expansion of brown, lightly furred and wrinkled skin that seemed swollen with weight and intent.

Harry swallowed. The addition made the cock seem even more imposing.

"I... okay," he exhaled in Ginny's voice, "I can do this. I... can do it. It's my dick, and you're mine, my Pet. I... I can do it."

Slowly, Harry lifted a hand, and prodded the hard, silken skin of his shaft.

It bounced, as he'd expected, and Lilith gave a quiet giggle. "That tickles, Master."

Then he closed a hand around it, and started to pump. It felt weird in his hand, doing it from this side, but Lilith quickly moved her own tiny hands to frame the gonads, thumbs touching over the top of his base and moving down it, the other fingers pressing into the top of his own scrotum.

Lilith seemed to enjoy it, though, for she looked down at him with not just tender care, as she had been, but also growing lust and arousal.

He watched as skin that mimicked his own perfectly flexed and moved as he varied the speed and grip, then started changing the angle, pulling the skin up over his head for a moment, then letting it spring back.

Carefully, still stroking once he'd gotten more used to the motion- it was much the same as when he wanked, only the curved angle and his own hands were different than Ginny's smaller ones- Harry lifted his other hand to cup, then run a thumb across, Lilith's balls.

She sighed, "Mm... you are sensitive there, Master... I'll have to let Ginny and Hermione know. That feels really good. Are you okay to keep going?"

"Yeah," he murmured, watching as a bead of pre-cum began to glisten at the tip of the shaft.

He stroked, watching it grow bigger until it began to drip, just a little...

Then he leaned forward and took it up with his tongue.

He shuddered- it was not tasty, and reminded him of old semen and fresh urine, but Lilith shuddered, her cock lurching in his hand.

And the smooth, soft flesh of her head hadn't felt strange on his borrowed tongue at all. Not like he'd expected, it was just... new.

Maybe, again, it was because he was in a female body, and the action seemed sort of natural, but...

Harry hadn't minded.

So he licked her tip again, then, as she looked down at him with wide, violet eyes, took the head in his mouth and gave it a solid suck, dancing his tongue along the most sensitive part below the head.

"Oh, Morrigan," Lilith moaned, "You're amazing, Master... it's almost cheating, since you know how a good blow-job should feel, but... wow..."

He pulled away, analyzing how he felt once more.

Watching her expression of joy, of pleasure, was exhilarating. If this was how Ginny and Hermione felt, maybe he could understand why they seemed to like sucking him and Ron off. The sense of control was almost like what he got from dosing someone with Fog of Lust and then shagging them when they could hardly resist the temptation... or even like that when he'd taken Mandy, or when Romilda had been a helpless creature of desire.

Yet it was more wholesome, in a way, or at least seemed that way, for it was control born out of affection. He wanted Lilith to feel good, and he knew that her pleasure was in his control.

Harry grinned, and took her back in his mouth.

"Master..."

He started to bob, but immediately coughed, eyes welling, as she hit his uvula.

But Harry was determined, and he pushed further.

"M- Master!"

There was a pop in his throat as Ginny's tonsils gave way, and she was past, pressing against the back. It was too much, too-

He yanked back, or maybe she did. Could have been both.

Harry blinked, unsure why he couldn't see, until he felt tears running down his cheeks.

He wiped them away quickly, to see Lilith staring down at him with surprise, "You- Master, why? You don't need to-"

"You're here for my needs?" he whispered.

"Of course I am," she shot right back, exasperated, "that doesn't mean you need to-"

"I need you to put it back in my mouth. Help me- help me get used to it. I want to be able to pleasure you, Lilith."

She blinked, looking pained, but nodded, "Alright. If you're sure. Remember, you have to relax. Tensing up makes it worse. It's strange, but you can get used to it- it just takes practice. Come on, if you're ready..."

She let him start small, licking the underside of her shaft for a few moments, then pushed in slowly, slowly...

Until he reached up and grabbed her firm, pert ass and pulled her all the way in using all the strength in Ginny's arms.

Again, he coughed, but it was easier now that he was fighting his own instincts to relax, and he held her there while he fought to breathe- or not breathe, when that made him cough again.

It felt like he was mid-swallow with way too much food in his mouth, and more kept coming.

He swallowed forcefully, and Lilith moaned, trying to buck back.

He knew she could get free if she really wanted to, because Rune-enhanced strength or not, she was physically stronger, but...

He held her there, and swallowed again, blinking past the new tears.

Slowly, he was able to relax fully.

Only then did he let go.

Lilith yanked herself free, panting, but Harry looked up at her with Ginny's soft brown eyes and wiped the tears again, "That was easier. Again, my love."

She shook her head, but stepped back forward. "You're crazy, Master. Seriously."

"Maybe I am," he acknowledged, "but I'm having fun watching your face... put it back in. You do it, all the way to the base."

She did, further than ever before, until he felt his head twist and push downward as it hit the back of his throat. He wanted suddenly to vomit, there was so much, but...

He didn't.

He took a half-breath, all he could manage before the passage closed off as she pushed out half-way and back in, then closed his eyes slowly and forced himself to relax again.

It was hard, ironically so, to do something so easy.

But after about thirty seconds, the discomfort began to wane.

He gave a caress to Lilith's balls as they were against his chin, then licked the shaft with his tongue.

No... this wasn't so bad.

Weird, but not bad.

He gave her a tap on the leg, and Lilith pulled out. Not fast, like before, but slowly.

He gagged again as his fat head hit Ginny's uvula, but kept it under control otherwise.

This time, while his eyes were a little watery, he could still see Lilith's beautiful face. "I did it," he said with a smile, "Now I can make you happy. Switch positions."

"I am happy," she protested, but did as he asked.

As he took her back in his mouth the angle was all wrong so he slid down the bed, pulling her by the legs, until she was lying flat and he was sitting on bent knees. "Now... no touching me. I want to get you off, Pet. No making it faster, either, unless the hour is almost up."

"Yes, Master," she whispered, clearly shocked that he was willing to go so far.

Then, from between her legs, he reached for the base of his loaned-out shaft with two fingers and a thumb, and the hanging, twitching balls with the other, and started to give them a good licking, too. Lilith gasped, but he could only handle the weird, rough texture for a few seconds on his tongue before backing up, and returning to mouth the head with his tender lips.

"Mm... starting to feel good on my lips," he mused, "that's strange..."

Then he closed them again, and started to bob. Not far, maybe a third of the total length, but Lilith still sighed and dropped a hand to his red hair, the other caressing one of her tiny tits.

He wasn't that good, he decided, because it took at least five minutes for him to finally notice Lilith's now rapid breathing, and start to force her head further, making sure he was running his tongue along her shaft as he pumped up and down, up and down... he looked up to see her eyes starting to roll back, her small chest to arch upward...

She grunted, and he felt her balls contract in his hand.

Harry slammed down, hard, on the cock in his mouth.

He felt each and every pulse as it shot up the urethra, and again as it jetted outward, against the top of his mouth, his tongue, the back of his throat. He coughed again, letting a bunch of the sweet, white goop escape in the process to dribble down onto Lilith's thighs, but he kept going, swallowing, swallowing, gulping... then it stopped, and he pulled away to find her still hard, with several tablespoons of cum running down her length and legs. He took a deep breath, then for the first time, leaned in to lick up a glob, then the next...

Soon, Lilith was sighing again, but her borrowed cock was clean, as were her thighs and scrotum.

Only then did Harry lean back so he was kneeling and wipe his lips with what he knew to be a very satisfied expression. In fact, he was satisfied. Not sexually- not ever, really- but he felt full, as if he'd just eaten a meal, and while Dinner was only an hour ago, this was different.

Again he felt energized, full of power and vitality, like when he'd consumed Romilda's juices.

He also felt more randy than before, and couldn't tear his eyes away from that delicious, juicy, saliva-covered dick...

"How long do we have?" he asked quietly.

Lilith shrugged, "Maybe twenty minutes. Why?"

"I want it in me," he whispered, "I'm such a pervert, I want you to fuck me with my own cock." Then he lay back, and spread his legs. "Yes... I want you, Lilith. I always do."

"I can make you cum without that, Master," she reminded him.

"But not the way I want you to. Please."

She sighed, knee-walking far more gracefully than Harry felt he ever could, and angled him down. "If you're sure...?"

Between Ginny's small breasts, he could see his chest and stomach heaving with... something. Several things, probably. Desire, anticipation, sheer lust, need...

Why did he need this?

Harry couldn't say, but he did. It was set, a fact.

He needed that cock in him, and he needed it badly.

Lilith seemed to sense that, and after a few moments of hesitation, she angled himself downward, and ran the tip against his slit.

Harry jumped, then harder when she hit his clit.

Then she put in the tip, looking at him lovingly one last time.

Harry nodded solemnly, panting already, feeling stretched, so wide, and...

"Ungh!"

He couldn't help it.

He'd never felt so full. Not just from dinner an hour and a half ago, or the 'meal' of Lilith's jizz, though that was part of it. No, this was full in a place he hadn't known was empty. Now, it was stuffed, and he loved it.

"It's probably a good thing we don't have hairs from when Ginny was a virgin," Lilith murmured into his mouth as her body covered his, tight, hard breasts pressing against his slightly larger, softer ones. "That would have really hurt. You're so tight, Master."

"I feel full," he whispered, "it's so good. Hot... you're throbbing in me, and I can feel it."

"You're amazing," she shot back, nibbling at his lower lip and pulling it softly with her own, "can I move?"

"Please. Please..."

She did.

It wasn't like with Ginny eating him out as, well, Ginny, but the sensations were just as intense, nearly indescribable, as the large penis pulled and pushed at him. Not just moving the flesh on his clit, though that was spectacular in and of itself with the speed of her motions after the first few strokes, but everywhere. Her head bouncing, scraping against his g-spot, her soft skin grinding down into his clit, nipples rubbing against nipples as she wriggled over him...

It was too much, and Harry began to pant. His hands fell on her tight ass, pulling her closer, urging the Succubus to go faster.

"I love you, Master," she whined after several minutes, "and I'm cumming in you!"

"Oh Gods," he found himself gasping. The feel of not just the massive dick spreading him open, but what could have been a half-gallon of that same, cinnamon-flavored semen spilled past his cervix, pumped into his womb, and stretched it, forcing in more, and more...

Again, his world went white.

When Harry came to, Lilith was licking at him between the legs, sucking her cum out of his groin, one thumb working his clit in small circles, and two fingers delving deep, pulling out more of her essence. "Not sure what'll happen when you change back," she murmured, "don't want to leave much, just in case."

She kept licking, and fingering...

And Harry came again.

And again.

Well past the hour, in fact, and when Harry realized it, he bolted upright. "It didn't wear off," he gasped.

Lilith blinked. "Huh. Well... I don't know. You're hairy. Hairier, anyway. Look."

He followed her eyes to where Ginny's normally well-trimmed thatch of orange, often trimmed to a tiny lightning bolt that looked like his scar would have, should have, been below his navel.

Instead, there was a growing patch of black hair... but it was far too slow to be the Polyjuice Potion ending. There was...

"Something else is going on," he murmured, mind racing.

As mentioned, he was getting better at putting together clues that seemed unconnected at first.

His cock not fitting through the mouth-ring the previous week, when it had been sized specifically with him in mind.

How he'd slammed so far into Mandy (and he needed to get around to telling his friends about her sooner or later) and now...

"My body," he whispered, "I..."

"Mm? Master, what is it?" Lilith said, still watching as the orange was slowly replaced by more and more black.

Then it stopped as he focused on it, and reversed the change.

Soon, it was back to the orange lightning-bolt.

It took concentration, but...

Harry shook his head. "That's impossible. I... I stopped it."

"It's not impossible," Lilith whispered, sitting up with a proud smile, "I already told you you'd get some of my powers the longer we Contracted, and I've said more than once that I've gotten a lot stronger very quickly due to how free you're being with me and my nature. So... let's see. You've already demonstrated Aura of Arousal and Eye of Dominance. Tempting Gaze you got very early, that's why it's so easy for you to seduce people aside from your good looks and talent. If you get much better at it- the human 'cap' seems to be about what we'd call Rank Three, which you're getting close to- you can literally seduce people almost against their will with a look, like a more intense version of Fog of Lust. It helps to set up Eye of Dominance, for example, but... Anyway, there's also Cum-Eater. You mentioned feeling full from that one time with Romilda, right?"

"And you," he noted, "when I... ate you."

Lilith grinned, "Aww, my cum satisfied Master? That's sweet- and good to know. It means we, if we're ever trapped alone, don't need to eat outside except very rarely. We can literally just eat the essence of each other, and only need food for the base nutrients once in a while. Well, you do. I can eat, but I don't have to have them, as I've said."

"So what about this though," Harry asked, gesturing at his pubic hair, which was now back to something resembling his normal thin, but thickly curled black, which looked decidedly odd on Ginny's body.

"Maybe," she shrugged, "it was kicked off by the Polyjuice. Maybe it's been coming for a while. But Body Morphology is the skill I mastered second, right after Invisibility. The day I mastered it was when I first transformed into the creature from my world, for your favorite blow-jobs."

Harry grinned, "Okay, so that's good to know, but... does that mean I have it?"

"Seems like it," Lilith said happily, pointing at his nude form, "You can probably only take a humanoid shape more or less close to your own size, and the changes won't be fast, but I bet you could turn into any of us if you wanted- maybe even my normal form. It would only look like it, you wouldn't have my Hellhide and the wings wouldn't let you fly, or the horns to sense emotions, but..."

"Wait- that's what they do?"

"Yes," the Succubus replied matter-of-factly, "and the tail is a pheromone sensor- a nose. It's also very sensitive to touch, and is strong enough to be a limb, but most of us don't train it that well, so they aren't that dexterous. I'm better than most, but I can barely pick up anything smaller than a quill, even if I can catch myself with it easily enough if I were falling and couldn't fly."

"That's awesome," Harry muttered to himself, then scooted to the edge of the bed and stood up, cracking his back, admiring, while he did so, how it moved Ginny's tits from his point of view. "Now, how do I change back?"

"Focus," she shrugged, "just practice. You already did your pubic hair. Same thing, just a different part. Maybe focus on one at a time for now."

Harry grinned, looking downward.

It was very, very weird to see his own rather large penis, the current one, enhanced by Runes and his own apparent morphing powers sprout slowly, an inch at a time from just above Ginny's clit, but sprout it did, and it grew, and grew, until it hung down to his knees, and Harry felt slightly faint.

"Careful, Master," Lilith called from the bed when he swayed, "as much fun as that'd be, your heart and blood haven't kept up. Shrink it back down, or you'll pass out. That kind of change comes naturally at higher levels, but for now, you'll have to do both at once. There you go..."

It took him perhaps twenty minutes to resume his own normal form, which made Lilith smile, and Harry sigh with relief. Being Ginny was fine, she was dead sexy in his opinion after all, but being able to change back to himself was better than being stuck.

"Okay... now I need to tell the others," he said, hurrying toward the door without bothering to pick up his clothes from the couch.

"Wait," Lilith said quickly, "I... let's let them find out slowly, shall we? Like... when you turn into a girl and shove that big monster into Hannah, or something."

Harry paused mid-step. "You're such a minx. Good idea."

"It's what I'm here for," she laughed.

She was looking over his shoulder as Lyra once more a few seconds later while Harry scanned the common room.

The homework was apparently done, and some time ago. It was not just packed away, but the smell of sex, normally present only in his bedroom and the dungeon, pervaded the area.

Hannah lay atop Ron, who was in her ass, his hands mauling her tits, with him length-wise on the couch. Neville was over her, his cock in her cunt, while Ginny and Hermione were on the thick rug by the fireplace, fingering themselves- not each other- rapidly while they watched.

Harry shook his head as he walked across the room said, "I'm going to bed- remember we have school tomorrow still, and Hannah needs to rest for the next day."

Of course, 'bed' didn't mean he didn't enjoy the hell out of Lilith for the next two hours. He didn't need sleep anyway.

Glossary:

Nothing new.