-[Liam]-
Standing in front of Professor McGonagall, he would admit that he'd skimmed through the admission letter. Being used to casting spells without a physical focus, it had temporarily skipped his mind that someone was supposed to take him to get school supplies; which included a wand.
"Mr Ross, as you were notified earlier, there is a list of items which are essential for a budding wizard's study at Hogwarts." McGonagall said sternly.
Liam rubbed the back of his head. "I vaguely recall something like that being implied." He said, looking around to see his father shaking his head in exasperation.
He got the feeling that McGonagall got the same thing, only she hid it better.
"Please forgive his behavior." His father said to the Hogwarts professor, causing Liam to be taken aback.
"I didn't even do anything." He complained but the older man didn't retract his statement.
"No but you're going to, sooner or later." William said, tossing over a small pouch to him.
Catching it, he was surprised by the weight of it and a quick feel told him that it was filled with coins. A peek inside allowed him to see the foreign currency it held.
"That should be enough to pay for it. Reminds me of Evan's first trip to Diagon Alley." The man added.
"Since when were you rolling in money? You didn't even get me a birthday gift." Liam questioned, leveling an accusing look at William.
"You wanted a tiger! A tiger as a pet!" The man shot back, riled up.
"You just didn't like the fact that it liked me better." Liam countered, frustrating the man even more.
"It wanted to bite your brother's head off!" William shouted.
"Evan could honestly stand to lose a few pounds of meat. That's what he gets for tapping on the glass."
Before the argument could go any further, the clearing of a throat reminded them of the other occupant in the room.
McGonagall regarded the two with stern looks. "While I'm sure this would be a rather…riveting conversation, I believe it would be best for us to be on our way."
William had the decency to look ashamed while Liam simply turned to the professor with slight interest.
He had a feeling that McGonagall wasn't exactly fond of him and he couldn't figure out why.
"Is there anything I should know before we get going?" He asked, prompting McGonagall to stretch out her arm.
"I suggest you hold on tight." She said.
No sooner had he grabbed the outstretched limb and secured his grip did he find himself experiencing the unpleasant sensation of violent twisting and turning as well as his eardrums being pushed deeper into his skull.
As quick as it started, it ended. He found himself struggling and barely succeeding to keep his breakfast inside his body.
"The bloody hell was that?!" Liam complained despite himself.
"Apparition, a skill you would have the chance to learn should you pass." The professor answered, ignoring his frustration.
The words registered in his mind just as he was about to speak. "Say what now?" Came his intelligible response.
"Professor Dumbledore has asked that I inform you that arrangements have been made with the Wizarding Examination Authorities. Due to how highly unusual this situation is, some measures will need to be taken." McGonagall explained with Liam paying very close attention.
'So I was right. Something is going on and Dumbledore seems to think I'm the center of it or at least he thinks I'm important enough to go through such lengths.' He thought.
"Your O.W.L exams will take place exactly a month from now." She added.
Liam's eyes widened a bit. "Five years of studies in one month. A bit extreme, don't you think?" He asked with a wry grin.
"If I recall correctly, you were the one who wished to be moved ahead." McGonagall said tightly as she led him into Diagon Alley.
"Fair enough. I always liked a challenge." He said, eager to learn more about magic.
"However…" The older witch's voice brought him out of his thoughts. "Should you fail, you will be made to begin your tenure in Hogwarts as a first year."
Despite the somewhat heavy ultimatum, Liam didn't look cowed. Rather, he looked even more determined, smirking confidently.
"We'll see won't we?" His choice to start as a sixth year was to give him more access to the school and branches of magic to study.
His confidence in his ability to succeed came from his photographic memory which carried over with him into this body.
'Some gifts are just natural.' He thought as he followed McGonagall.
The trip was rather uneventful, though he did make a reminder to take a trip back there to sample some magical beer.
With the limited time he had, he put his mind to work learning all that he could. Charms and Potion were covered while Tranfiguration and Defense Against the Dark Arts needed work.
The affinities made learning them a lot easier and some of the work in D.A.D.A. drew from Charms, and Transfiguration, making it even easier.
Astronomy, Care of Magical Creatures, Herbology, History of Magic and Arithmancy would be trickier but that only excited him more. As much as he would've liked to pick Ancient Runes, he wanted to study that extensively.
At the moment, he was looking over his wand. Larch wood wand, dragon heartstring core, 12 inches, very flexible. He would have loved to get a wand from Olivanders but the store had been closed and vandalized due to the death eater attacks.
Being used to wandless casting, it was a bit awkward using a wand but he had to get used to it for appearances sake.
He sat in his room, a rock on the table as he silently flicked his wand at it. The rock quickly changed shape to that of a bird, stone turning to skin as it took flight, sailing around the room.
The entire process happened in an instant, smooth as well.
'I'd say that Harry would either be stashed away in a cupboard room or slumming it up at the Weasleys.' He idly thought.
To make a proper plan, he'd need to know exactly when he was. He didn't get to pick where he was tossed into, it was a good place to start before making a plan.
Three horcruxes…
'One is in Hogwarts, the snake is one as well and there's another one in Bellatrix's vault. There's the locket as well and if all else fails…Harry himself.' He thought with a small frown.
Harry did nothing wrong to him but if it came down to it, he'd have to make the decision. He couldn't pick someone else's interest above his own, he wasn't selfless like that.
He was pulled out of his thoughts when his phone buzzed in his pocket. Fishing it out, he smirked as he read the text before putting it back in his pocket.
Aside from his interest in Hermione, she was his golden ticket into the happenings of the 'golden trio'. The sooner he got her into his pocket the better.
Tossing the wand on the bed, he waved his hand, a dark hoodie flying out of his wardrobe and into his waiting palm. He quickly put it on, changing from flip flops to sneakers as well.
His eyes landed on a black key that laid on his desk. Summoning it to his hand, he only waited a few moments before he felt it.
The uncomfortable and unpleasant feeling that came with the displacement of his entire being and his environment as he disappeared from his room and appeared elsewhere.
He stumbled upon appearing, barely managing to catch himself and stay standing for the first two seconds before gathering himself.
Looking around, he found himself in a familiar bedroom. Within moments he heard heavy footsteps as a middle aged man stomped out of what seemed to be the bathroom and into the room, looking alarmed.
Before he could speak, a silent cast of 'stupefy' and 'obliviate' had him unconscious and forgetting what he saw.
With some effort, Liam dragged the man onto the bed and threw the covers over him before exiting the room and then the house.
Looking far ahead, he could see the Empire State Building in the distance, causing him to smile to himself.
The creation of portkeys wasn't allowed and was monitored by the ministry of magic but he still managed to make one. Layering different charms to fend against detection, he had created the portkey in his trunk dimension.
He didn't waste too much time sight seeing, immediately moving to a house nearby. Casting Homenum Revelio, the presence revealing charm, on the house, he felt the feedback return to him fairly quickly, notifying him of two people in the house.
Walking to the door with his hood up, his hand rested on the knob of the door, casting the unlocking charm as it came open without a hitch.
Walking with purpose, he entered the living room, seeing a husband and wife quickly get up in alarm. A wave of his hand had her stunned while he turned to the man, steeling his nerves.
'Imperio!' The curse flew from his hand, catching the frightened man by surprise as it took hold over him.
Liam watched as the man went stiff before forcefully relaxing into his control.
'So that's what it looks like in person.' He thought, swallowing as he gave his order to his victim.
He'd left his wand behind just to be sure that nothing could be traced to him. Nobody was aware of his ability to use wandless magic so he had an alibi.
The man acted like nothing was wrong, leaving the room. It only took a few minutes before he returned with a suitcase in hand, dropping it in front of Liam who was now seated on the couch then leaving again.
Taking a deep breath, Liam opened the suitcase to see it filled with bundles of money. His finger lightly traced the edges of the bundles before closing the case and shrinking it to fit in his pocket.
'A Wizard stealing using magic to steal money from muggles…you don't see that everyday.' He thought.
He was very well aware that he wasn't the most morally upright person but death, no matter how quick, had an effect on people. He still felt the flashes of phantom pain as the bullet blew into his head.
His hand trembled a bit as it rose to his head, rubbing the spot. 'I don't want to die again. I refuse.' He thought, looking at the shrunken case in his other hand.
'I refuse. I'm not going to die!' He declared to himself. He would survive, no matter what he needed to do!
Under the cover of the night, he repeated the same process a few more times; controlling them with the imperius curse and looting a large percent of their wealth before wiping and altering their memories with the false memory charm and moving to the next house.
He made sure to have them bring it to him in cash to avoid leaving an electronic trail. Even if someone somehow suspected foul play, this was all the way in New York so he'd be the least person to be suspected.
Now standing in the bedroom of his latest victim who was unconscious on the bed, he summoned the second port key he'd prepared from his trunk, a silver key appearing in his hand this time.
The unpleasant feeling came once again but this time he was prepared for it as he was teleported from New York and into Diagon Alley.
With the rise in death eater activity, the alley was less vibrant than it normally was, having an air of melancholy and tension in the air. The appearance of a wizard was the least of their concerns.
He quickly made his way to his destination, Gringotts; an imposing snow-white multistoried marble building that towered over nearby shops.
The bank structure itself was easy to recognize as he walked in, a set of white stairs leading up to a set of burnished bronze doors. The doors were flanked by a goblin in a uniform of scarlet and gold who eyed him as he moved.
It didn't take long for him to reach the main hall where numerous goblins were seated behind counters.
Walking up to meet one of them, he cleared his throat to get their attention, getting a seemingly annoyed look as well.
"I would like to make a currency exchange." Liam said, his voice steady as the goblin scrutinized his appearance.
"Do you have an account?" The goblin snarled in question.
Liam shook his head. "No but I have the money in cash right here."
He pulled out a pouch from inside his hoodie, showing it to him. "Extension charm to keep it all in." He answered the unasked question.
At some point, he'd emptied the cash into a bag he'd prepared earlier.
"Very well. Please wait a moment." The goblin asked, taking the bag from him before giving it to another goblin with some instructions to follow as well.
It wasn't that he trusted goblins not to rip him off but goblins hated theft. Whether he trusted them or not was irrelevant when they were the only wizarding bank being used.
By the ten minute mark of his waiting, the goblin returned with the same bag in his hand as well as a slip of paper.
Peering into the bag, he almost whistled at the mix of golden and silver inside. Closing the bag, he looked at the slip of paper which turned out to be a receipt.
"Your total amounts to 312,796 galleons, 12,185 sickles and 800 knuts." The goblin said with an ever present scowl on his face that made it hard to discern their thoughts. "Will that be all?"
The next few minutes were spent fulfilling the formalities. He didn't want to get a vault because that would leave a connection to him here and he didn't want that. Fortunately, Gringotts made things like this easy to do.
Wizards were all kinds of weird people so his identity wasn't questioned.
He quickly made his way out of the bank, putting the bag back into his hoodie and subtly shrinking it to fit into his palm but not before separating some of it into a small pouch.
As he walked through the street, he made a turn at a sign that read 'Knockturn Alley'.
There weren't many people moving around which was even better for him as he walked down the alleyway, taking note of the shops.
McGonagall had mentioned knockturn alley when she brought him to Diagon alley with a strict warning to stay out of there but when did he ever listen?
-[William Ross]-
Sighing to himself as he laid on his bed, he thought about the whole situation. A few years ago he'd gotten a cultural shock with the revelation of the existence of magic and the fact that his son was apparently a wizard.
As any child would be, Evan was excited and eager while Liam was jealous that he wasn't one. Evan certainly didn't spare any effort in rubbing it in his little brother's face.
At the time he'd thought nothing of it but looking back, he wished he didn't.
With Evan being 'special', most of the spotlight was focused on him for a while, leaving Liam feeling neglected. It wasn't long before he started acting out.
Comparing him to his brother was the greatest mistake he made.
By the time he realized that Liam only acted out to get his attention, it was too late. The boy didn't care anymore about his attention and cared little for his words as well.
Evan and Liam could barely be in the same room for five minutes without getting into a fight. It was like that until Evan moved out after graduating from Hogwarts.
Their little family was emotionally distant with each other. There were times he wished that they never found out about magic.
He wasn't supposed to pick a side but he had to admit that Liam was brilliant, more so than Evan. He realized a long time when despite the boy's delinquent nature, his grades never dropped, always staying at the top of his class but that always seemed to pale in front of the wonders of magic.
Now Liam had magic as well.
He sighed at the whole matter as he got off his bed, exiting the room. His feet carried him to the room where Liam and Evan had stayed when they were kids, where only Liam now resided.
Shaking his head in melancholic nostalgia, he turned to walk away when he realized the door was just slightly open.
Deciding to take a peek, he looked in, finding the room empty as all nostalgia left him, replaced with irritation.
'I'm going to get that boy!' He screamed internally.
-[Liam]-
It had taken a few hours to get all that he wanted and to sate his curiosity as well. Knockturn alley was known for the dark arts and the parts of magic that weren't accepted by the general public.
He found more than what he expected but he'd go over them later. They were currently in his shrunken trunk while he made his way through the streets.
It was around 1am and he was back in Britain but he had one more stop to make.
-[Hermione]-
Sitting in her room, she looked over the material for the next semester but she was very well aware that she wasn't paying attention to it.
With her eyes fleeting between the book and her phone, she let out a sigh as she ran a finger through her hair.
Shaking her head, she shut the book and kept it back in her pile of unfinished books. She'd get back to it when she was more focused.
She was immediately startled as a knock on her window got her attention. She stilled her reaction, painfully aware that her parents were asleep.
Letting out a breath of relief as she recognized who it was, she found herself eagerly hurrying to open the window and let him in.
"Hey, I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long." Liam said with a smile that sent butterflies fluttering in her.
Ever since their meeting at the library, they'd met a few more times but never in a setting as personal as her room. How he convinced her to allow this, she wasn't sure.
"I-I wasn't sure you were still coming." She admitted, her knees going a bit weak.
"Of course I was." He said, taking a look around the room. "I'll admit, not exactly how I pictured your room to be."
"Excuse me?" She asked, feeling more than a bit self conscious.
"Figured it'd have a bit more pink in it." He said and by the smirk he showed, she knew he was joking which calmed her down a bit.
"I'm not a cliche teenage girl who has glitter painted across her room and thirst traps of boy bands hanging on her wall." She pointed out, getting a smile from him.
"I guess not."
She'd never had a boy in her room but she had her fantasies every once in a while. She'd also happened upon a certain…genre of literature that depicted what happened in this kind of situation.
Even as they talked, she didn't miss the way his eyes ran over her body and she didn't hate. She could go as far as saying that she enjoyed it a bit.
"Also I came to show you something." Liam said, digging into his pocket to pull out a folded envelope.
As he raised it, she didn't need to look twice to notice the familiar insignia on it.
"Is that what I think it is?" She muttered in shock, her mind going a thousand miles a minute in shock as he nodded.
"How is that possible? When? Wizards and witches only receive their letters when they're 11. It's impossible for them to-" her spew of words were cut short as Liam sealed her lips with his own.
Despite her shock, she found herself leaning into the kiss, setting off fireworks in her brain as her body heated up. She was immediately reminded of their first meeting. Only this time, he was the one who initiated it.
It was a few moments before they separated for air, her panting for breath as she stared into Liam's alluring eyes as his hand gently caressed her face.
"Calm down." He said in a smooth manner that sent a shiver down her spine and heat to her nether regions.
Though it wasn't her first kiss, she hadn't felt anything like it. She'd never felt something so…intense.
She wanted more of it.
Grabbing the front of his shirt, she pulled him back towards her, initiating another kiss, this one even more intense than the previous one.
As the seconds passed she only hungered for more as Liam deepened the kiss even further, their tongues wrestling for dominance.
She shivered as his other hand slid down her back and down to grope her ass, causing her to gasp into his mouth as he went further, leaving a trail of kisses down her neck.
His fingers played with the hem of her shorts before sliding under it as well as her underwear to gently knead her bare butt.
Somewhere in the recess of her mind, something yelled at her to stop this but it was easily drowned out by the haze of pleasure and sheer lust she was feeling.
Her gasps turned to whimpers and muffled moans as the pleasure she felt skyrocketed, feeling his hand move further, grazing her lower lips.
Before she could comment on it, a finger inserted itself into her snatch, forcing a wanton moan out of her as the wave of pleasure that had been building up crashed down on her.
She was thankful as he cut her off with a kiss, muffling the sound of her orgasm hitting her. It was only his other hand that moved to catch her that stopped her from falling to the ground as her knees went weak.
-[Liam]-
He cheated. He cheated and he'd do it again and again.
Innocent looking charms did a lot when used in the right context. It was his spin on the supersensory charm that most wizards knew.
A charm that targets a particular sensation in its target and heightens it. He was still working out how to adjust how much it heightened them. It was a simple enough spell and with his mastery of charms magic, it was even easier.
The spell targeted the pleasure she felt and heightened it.
He looked at the result of his spell; Hermione panting audibly as their lips separated, coming down from the high of her orgasm.
"T-that was…" she spoke, at a loss for words.
"Intense?" He supplied helpfully but she managed to shake her head.
"Amazing!" She corrected, still trying to catch her breath.
Liam smiled faintly. "Well there's more where that came from."
His finger which was still in her began pumping slowly, causing the still sensitive Hermione to let out another moan.
He was pleasantly surprised when her palm rubbed his dick through his pants before hesitantly and shaking fumbling with the zipper.
A few moments later, his pants came down, showing his dick straining against his boxers. Letting out a moan as he sped up his fingers, Hermione pulled down his boxers, surprised at the sheer mass of meat he carried.
Her shock allowed him to lead her towards the bed with him seated and her on her knees, letting out a whine of disappointment as his fingers exited her dripping cunt.
The thick member toward in front of her face, causing her to almost go cross eyed staring at it. No words needed to be said as she grabbed the base and slowly began pumping.
Her inexperience showed very quickly at her clumsiness but she more than made up for it in enthusiasm as she sped up, causing him to let out a low grunt.
She seemed to take pride in the pleasure she was causing him as she ran both hands up and down his length with vigor. A few minutes in, he grabbed the back of her hair, taking her by surprise as he forced her head down onto his hip, his dick pushing itself into her mouth.
Her hand came to the sides of his thighs as he guided Hermione's head up and down his length, the feeling of her warm mouth causing him to release a breath of pleasure.
Hermione's eyes almost rolled back into her head as her face was fucked, her tongue doing its best to lick his length like a lollipop as she sucked his cock.
There was a slight tremble as he relaxed his hand on her head. He gave no warning as he released his thick load in her throat, causing her to cough as she pulled herself off him.
As Hermione gagged, he could see the haze of lust that hadn't cleared from her eyes. He almost lost control as he realized something.
"Did you just swallow?" He asked, bewildered.
"Yes?" It was more of a question than a statement.
His self control took a back seat at that moment as he pulled the girl's shorts and underwear down to her feet.
By now the tiny piece of clothing was soaked but it didn't matter as he pulled her to the bed and onto her back, her legs spread open to reveal her soaked pussy.
"I guess we shouldn't waste too much time." Liam said, lining up his cock but not before tracing the tip around the lips.
A needy moan escaped her as he teased her snatch. "Please." She whimpered.
"Please what?" He asked with a knowing smirk.
"Please put it in!" She barely finished her sentence when he thrusted into her, tearing her hymen in one move.
The pain she should have felt was probably dulled by the effects of the spell that was still in place.
Not giving her any time to adjust, he began pounding into her at a steady and powerful rhythm. The sound of flesh smacking flesh reverberated through the room, only matched by the moans of the female being fucked.
"S-slow…down! Ugh! L-Liam! Oh f-fuck!" Her legs instinctively wrapped around Liam's hip, making him go even deeper.
His hands weren't idle, quickly pulling her shirt over her head, the bra following seconds after. His hand mauled her breasts, playing with the hard nipples between his fingers and drawing out more moans from the girl.
Feeling her pussy squeeze his cock like a vice, he knew what was coming as Hermione stiffed before trembling heavily as her orgasm crashed onto her.
The tightness seemed to want to milk his own member as it forced an orgasm out of him, making him let out a soothed grunt.
It took a minute before Hermione calmed down, panting as she stared him in the eyes. "That…was…amazing." She managed to say.
"Oh we're not done." Liam said, spinning her over with him still in her, Hermione now straddling him as he began thrusting upwards. "Not by a longshot."