Chapter 1 - House of Knowledge
He jerked up to a sitting position with a gasp before harshly coughing. He looked around the room as he shakily rose to his feet. He saw he was naked, but he was definitely more fit than before, and the elephant trunk between his legs definitely perpetuated the stereotype he and his fellow black men were placed under.
Looking around revealed what looked to be a ritual room. He saw three circles that had clothes on the ground as if the people wearing them sank through them into the floor. He saw a door, but before he could take a step, memories forced it's way into his head and he stumbled back. It felt like being punched in the forehead, the way his new memories implanted themselves.
As his memories fully acclimated themselves he just had to laugh. He was Atticus Magnus Constantine, and it seems he found himself in the Wizarding World of Harry Potter, just… different. For one, Lily Potter was alive. The one who sacrificed herself was James' mother, Dorea Potter. Another was that Hogwarts started at 13 instead of 11. A third was that the wizarding world, more specifically, the British wizarding world is a lot bigger than is shown.
Atticus himself was a wallflower. Completely unknown, and kept to himself. He spoke to practically no one in school, and was never present anywhere but class, and mandatory dinners. This kid, however, was a natural born user of magic. The spells he knew and mastered were vast and terrifying. He was already far more intelligent than his his peers, but the ritual he just underwent increased his mental acuity incredibly as well as gave him increased strength and speed.
It was thanks to the Constantine library that he was so knowledgeable. Unknown to many in the magical world, House Constantine was a house of hoarders of knowledge. It doesn't matter how little the spell or ritual is, the Constantine Library has it or a copy of it written, as well as comprehensive notes on the different ways they could be used.
Atticus used the library to it's absolute fullest to study and use the vast number of spells he knew, as well as use different types of spells that were forgotten thanks to the ravages of time.
The ritual was Atticus's first, and the only thing he did wrong was keeping his occlumency shields raised when he was supposed to drop it for the ritual. It was supposed to bolster his mind, body, and his magic, and he used both animals and people to do so. There was even an extremely rare ingredient that the Constantine Library has been keeping under stasis for centuries; sperm from a male veela.
Male veela are a one in a billion creation. As soon as they are born, they sent to the nearest Veela conclave to be raised in secret. As soon as they can produce sperm, they spent almost every waking moment impregnating different veela so that more pureblooded veela could be born.
One of the earlier Constantines snuck their way into a conclave on a knowledge expedition. They found the male veela by complete accident. In one of the rooms next him, their was a room with small jars filled with sperm. His ancestor stole several and made their escape and reported their findings. After that, the other conclaves were found and searched. They took a few jars from each.
Using one of those jars, Atticus gave himself a passive allure that he could increase or decrease as he pleases.
He walked out of the room and immediately ran into his personal maid, Edith Grey. She looked like a slightly curvier Billie Eilish with long black hair tied in a high ponytail and ended at her thighs. Her alluring sanpaku eyes were a pale green, and she constantly looked at him with expectant desire. When his parents were alive, his father was insistent in not sleeping with the servants, but they've been dead for a while now, and Edith has been steadily wearing sexier clothing to entice him.
Currently she wore a strapless maid dress that stop mid-thigh. She wore black stockings that most likely had a gartar belt attached, and black heels. The dip in her dress and the way she held her hands together made her impressive bust more so.
"Edith." He suddenly has a British accent. That's convenient.
"Yes, my Lord?" Her voice even sounded like a seductive, british Billie. He'd bet Edith had a beautiful singing voice.
"My ritual was a resounding success. The only problem is that I seem to finally have a sexual drive." He announced.
"I am here to serve, my Lord. If it would please you, please make use of my body." She punctuated that declaration by sticking her chest out more. He did a surface scan of her mind and was a bit amused by her thoughts. 'Take me. Take me. Take me. Take me. Take me.'
Placing a hand on her shoulder, he lowered her down to a squat, and rested his hardening shaft on her face. She was very quick to put her pouty lips to use as he let his thoughts drift.
Atticus didn't truly have any ambitions or plans for the future, but he did collect information on his classmates and others in his Hogwarts House, then spread his information gathering to the other houses. The kid had the might and knowledge to completely take over, but he lacked the true ambition. But now there's a new person in charge who can and will use the power he was bestowed with.
He came down Edith's throat with a grunt, and let her clean him up before walking to his room. He had so many ideas to implement.
Harry Potter stared at the letter he received with slight confusion. This person wanted vial of his blood so that he could obtain parseltongue from him. He didn't understand why someone in this country would want to willingly have an ability classed as dark, but the promise of some different tomes both in parselmagic and dueling was a good incentive.
He shrugged and got a vial from his potions kit, cut his hand and filled it with his blood before sealing the wound. He secured the phial, then tied it around the pure black owl's leg. He set the letter on fire, then vanished the remains before going about his day.
Had he been more suspicious, he'd have checked the letter for any magic on it. If he'd done so, he'd find a subtle compulsion to do as the letter says, and to destroy it afterwards.
Unfortunately, Harry was the stereotypical brash Gryffindor so his day went unimpeded.
Atticus decided that Edith was a bit scary with how efficient she was. It was a month after his ritual to give himself the power of parseltongue, and he had finally cracked the dark mark. He was only able to do so thanks to the fact Edith somehow broke into Azkaban, kidnapped a low level Death Eater, and came back all within an hour.
He muttered to himself that he wanted to study the dark mark, and Edith took it as an order. He didn't ask how she did it, nor did he truly care. He had some no-name grunt who didn't even appear in the movies to experiment on.
He could now remove the mark should he wish, or completely subvert the loyalty that was keyed into it. He could be honest with himself and easily admit that Riddle was an absolute genius. The dark mark in itself was the work of an advanced mind. It attached itself to a person's magical core, and had a portkey function, a function that connects them directly to Voldemort where he could speak to them directly into their minds, and it had a distress signal of some kind to call any available Death Eater to the person's location.
The weakness it had was Voldemort's arrogance. He assumed he was the only parselmouth in Europe, so it was pretty easy for Atticus to remove it, then place it back, even to modify it. When Atticus changed the loyalty from Voldemort, to himself, the guy willingly sliced a finger off with only the slightest bit of hesitation.
With his curiosity fully sated, he had Edith bring the prisoner back to Azkaban after obliviating him.
With the dark mark mystery solved, he went to a section of his garden made specifically for meditation and entered his mind. He thought of how he could establish himself in the new world he found himself in. One idea that jumped out was making mirrors that work like smartphones. He already knew how to go about it too. He partitioned his mind and made a couple copies of himself to focus on that.
Another idea was making a magical hotel. The Leaky Cauldron is not an adequate place of rest for any visitors to the country. He'd need to speak to the Goblins about buying space to build that.
For there to be more visitors to the country, there'd need to be an attraction of some kind, why not a casino?
He sat there, immersed in his head for hours before Edith came to inform him that dinner was ready.
A month passed and his vast fortune wasn't even scratched despite the amount he spent. House Constantine may be a house of nerds with a library larger than some countries, but every once in a while, the House produces someone who is willing to use said knowledge to increase their wealth.
Atticus just so happens to be one of those few.
He stood next to the goblin architect and just observed as wizards and goblins put the finishing touches to the casino. The entire multistory building was warded against magic being used except for employees wearing specially made bands and house elves that run security. It made him chuckle every time he saw an elf in a suit and tie wearing shades.
The mirror store was already up and running for about a week by then, and it took the magical world by storm. He personally designed each mirror from simple to elegant to extravagant, and the populous swarmed the store after he put an ad in the Daily Prophet. It took a dozen people being thrown out for being disorderly before people to begin acting civilized.
He enchanted it with what he's calling a trademark spell where if someone tries to remove the privacy charms on placed to hide the runework, the whole mirror will shutdown, and their names will be blacklisted from buying another one. There's also a tracking function, for just in case it's stolen. Finally, it's spelled to be unbreakable. It won't shatter from someone dropping it.
He also made a small timer so that people would have to pay 15G a month if they want to keep their mirrors activated. There will be a three day grace period for money to come in, but it needs to come in.
When he remembered how stupid the sheep of the wizarding world is, he thought of the Marauder's Map, and added an simple virtual intelligence as an aide for the fools unable to follow the written instructions that will be a part of the packaging.
Finally, he made a clip that wraps around the back of the ear. It acts like a bluetooth, allowing private conversations to be just that.
The hotel was already finished, and was just waiting for guests. He personally spent time looking into each room, and even observed one being built. It was amazing what transmutation could do. It's basically permanent transfiguration. Seeing a goblin turn a large pile of sheep wool and feathers into a bed and pillows was more interesting than he would ever have thought.
He glanced at his watch, then made his goodbyes to the architect. He had a meeting with the head of the DMLE. He made his way out the central hub into the Ministry, and made a beeline straight to Madam Bones' office. He found it odd that she wasn't in the Auror department for a moment before he remembered the DMLE was more than just Aurors.
After briefly stopping at her secretary's desk. He entered the office to find a beautiful, yet stern older woman with auburn hair with grey streaks running through it. "Lord Constantine, I presume?"
"You presume correctly, Madam." He answered as he walked in further.
"Splendid. Please take a seat." He did so. "Thank you for meeting with me today. I hope you don't mind if I get straight to the point."
"Please go right ahead, Madam."
"Good. I would like to know how much it would cost for a modified version of the M-com for Auror use."
Pulling out a plain looking, iPhone 11 sized, rectangular mirror, he handed it to her as he spoke. "I've already designed such a mirror, and the cost will only be you cleaning up your entire department."
She looked up sharply at this. "What do you mean?"
"Something that isn't known about my House, Madam, is that we horde information like the goblins horde gold. I studied the notes and information my House collected on the Blood War, and the notetaker speculated about how the DMLE had to be teeming with either unmarked death eaters, or those sympathetic to the cause. The Floo department also had to be in on it because, how else would slaughtered families be unable to use their floo to escape before their demise. If the head Unspeakable would stop listening in on other's conversations, I might even be willing to speak to him about coms for his department as well."
There was silence for a moment before a man stepped from the corner of the room. "How?"
Atticus snorted. "The Department of Mysteries was created by the joint efforts of House Black and House Constantine. It's because of us the Department is autonomous from the Ministry, but still falls under the purview of her Majesty. Please join us, Mr Longbottom."
The man flinched at his name being revealed, while Amelia raised a brow. The cloaked man to his seat. "How could you-"
"Like I said, my House hordes information."
"Be that as it may, how do you suggest I go about 'cleaning house'?" Amelia asked.
"Call in your Head Auror, stun him, bind him to a chair and question whether or not he's a death eater, or sympathetic to the cause, or if he's taken bribes, all while under veritaserum. If he proves trustworthy, bring him into the loop, then continue with the other Aurors. Interrogate each and every employee, then obliviate them. This includes secretaries and janitors. Then move on to other departments, starting with the Floo department." Atticus stated casually.
"Why are you so concerned about the state of the DMLE that you're willing to give away your coms for free?"
"Another war is coming, Madam. I would much rather the Department be prepared to take down the corrupted members in one swoop before the war gets too crazy."
"What do you mean another war is coming? Explain." The Unspeakable demanded.
"I have a seer friend in Greece. She saw a war on the horizon, and gave me a heads up." He shrugged as he stood. "When you've identified all the traitors in your respective departments, let me know so I can send you the coms, and donate a staggering sum so that you can bolster the force. The reason the Auror applicants have been dwindling is both because of the decreasing funds, and because Severus Snape is an absolute shit educator. Promising young witches and wizards are unable to even apply to the force, because they were unable to pass their NEWTs in Potions. You should look into that. I'll be hunting down many muggleborns and halfbloods and hiring tutors for them in Potions just so they could apply both to the Aurors and to St Mungo's."
With that he left, leaving two stunned magicals.
"You gonna do what he said?" The Unspeakable asked.
"Of course. It makes perfect sense that my people are infiltrated. I can't believe no one even thought of the Floo department being compromised." Amelia admitted, rubbing her forehead.
"I'll be conducting my own investigation. Let's meet back in a week to see our results."
"Agreed."
Atticus sat in a compartment consulting an enchanted notepad. Only he could read what written in it.
The Palace of Fortuna was a resounding success. He had made a fortune in scamming the sheep of this country, and had several lords and ladies owe him money. Oddly, aside from Quidditch games and broom races and what little betting happened around them, the wizarding world had remarkably little gambling going on.
At first business was relatively quiet, as the people of the alleys had no idea what it even was. But after a few curious people had wandered in, and won considerable sums from the tables, the games fixed of course, more people got interested. With a reputation of an easy place to make money in, the Palace soon boomed. By that time there was enough customers, some of them even winners, no one noticed that more lost than one.
It wasn't long before Wizarding Law took interest. Some Aurors wandered in and scowled darkly, trying to figure what the place was and how exactly it had so many customers and such huge profits. They suspected glamour's, potions in the drinks and whatnot at first, but of course it was nothing like that, and they couldn't exactly charge anyone for taking the money people so willingly threw at the tables. Wizards had absolutely no laws against gambling, or profiting from it.
While he was attending Hogwarts, Edith would travel the world and negotiate deals to open M-com stores internationally. She would return to attend him during the breaks, then go back to negotiations.
As he sat waiting for the train to depart, his compartment opened and in strolled a thick young woman. She had a some pudge in the stomach area and that only added to her looks in his eyes. He knew her to be Milicent Bulstrode.
"Oh, um. May I sit here?" She tentatively asked.
"Of course you can." He helped her put her trunk on the rack and sat back down by the window. "I am Lord Atticus Constantine. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
Milicent curtsied formally. "I am Heiress Milicent Bulstrode. It is likewise a pleasure, my Lord."
He held a hand out, and she reached for it, confused. He planted a kiss to the back of her hand which caused her to blush heavily. She most likely never received such a gesture before. It was a shame that a sexy and curvy young woman was considered unattractive when she wasn't at all.
"Why don't you sit next to me? I'd like to get to know you." Her blush increased as she sat next to him. "Such a beauty like yourself, I'm surprised there aren't a crowd of boys outside the compartment."
"I-I'm no beauty, my Lord. I'm fat and ugly." She shook her head in denial, her bob swaying. He put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. She didn't put up any resistance, and became flush when his other hand started to caress her thigh. Their school robes hide so much, but luckily for him, she hadn't put on her robe yet, just her uniform.
"I don't think that at all." The train began moving and he glanced towards the window. "Do you not wish to say goodbye to your parents?"
She flinched lightly. "They left as soon as I was dropped off." She whispered.
He kissed her cheek, and as she looked into his eyes in surprise, he dove into her mind. He found a severely abusive father, and a tired, browbeaten mother. Her mother was an older, sexier version of her, but still considered "fat and ugly". Makes no damn sense to him. "Your father owes me quite a bit due to his gambling addiction. He clearly has no plans in paying me back, so how would you feel if I killed him, and had you and your mother as protectorates of my House?"
"You could… you would… why?" She sputtered.
"Because I find you and your mother sexy." He stated bluntly making her face go red. "I am a greedy man with a voracious appetite for sexy women like you."
His hand inched closer to her womanhood as he spoke, and they finally reached their damp destination. He nibbled on her ear as he rubbed her cotton covered quim, making her release a quivering moan. She gripped his arm, and looked him in the eyes. "Do you really mean it?"
"Why don't I show you?" He stood and unbuckled his pants, hefting out his massive erect phallus as he did so. "You caused this."
"Me?" She breathed.
"Yes, you. Because I find you sexy, and touching you made me horny." She seemed mystified at the very thought that she could've gotten someone aroused. "How about I give you a closer look tonight after dinner?"
She gulped and nodded. With some difficulty, he managed to stuff himself back into his pants, and sat back down next to her. She was quick to open her legs back up as his fingers slid into her damp green panties.
"Mmm. You're soaked. You must like my ministrations, hm?" She blushed fiercely as he slowly pulled the panties off, revealing her glistening, pink pussy lips, spelled to be completely smooth and bare. The scent of her arousal quickly filled the carriage. "Beautiful."
He just knew he'd have the time of his new life this year if his passive allure was enough to have this shy girl throwing her pussy at him.
As the train doors opened, there was a rumble of thunder overhead. The rain was now coming down so thick and fast that it was as though buckets of ice-cold water were being emptied repeatedly over everyone's heads. Atticus, however, seemed to be impervious to the downpour as raindrops seemed to bend away above him as if avoiding him.
He looked around calmly, as other students hurried towards the hundred horseless carriages that were standing, waiting for them outside the station. He looked in amusement at Milicent who was looking at how the water bent around her. They climbed into a carriage with a couple Hufflepuffs, so the short trip to the castle was calm, despite the storm.
Through the gates, flanked with statues of winged boars, the carriages trundled up the sweeping drive while swaying dangerously in what was fast becoming a gale. Leaning against the window, Atticus could see Hogwarts coming nearer, it's many lighted windows blurred and shimmering behind the thick curtain of rain.
Lightning flashed across the sky as their carriage came to a halt before the great oak front doors. People who had occupied the carriages in front were already hurrying up the stone steps into the castle.
Standing with the other students, he and Milicent to be the only dry ones. In an act of kindness, Atticus waved his wand and made everyone's clothes dry. Milicent saw that and smiled. "That was ni-eeep!"
A big, blobby, red, water-filled balloon dropped from the ceiling onto Milicent's head and nearly exploded on impact, but it suddenly stopped in the air. Milicent ducked towards him as a second water balloon dropped, narrowly missing another girl and almost bursting at Atticus's feet.
Atticus looked up and saw, floating above them, Peeves the Poltergeist, a little man in a bell-covered hat and orange bow tie, his broad, malicious face contorted with concentration as he retook aim.
Both projectiles that Atticus caught suddenly turned back and shot towards Peeves, drowning the Poltergeist in water. The vindictive Poltergeist screamed at being hit from his own water balloon.
"PEEVES!" An angry voice roared. "Peeves, come down here at ONCE!"
Professor McGonagall, deputy headmistress and Head of Gryffindor House, had come dashing out of the Great Hall but then slid on the still wet flood. She grabbed onto the nearest thing she could to stabilize herself, which just happened to be Atticus. Atticus took the Highland witch into his arms and effortlessly stabilized her.
"Crivvens! Excuse me, Mr Constantine."
"Quite all right, Professor." Atticus smiled, pulling McGonagall up without effort. McGonagall then proceeded to screech hell on Peeves.
The students proceeded to the splendidly decorated Great Hall. Golden plates and goblets gleaned by the light of the hundreds and hundreds of candles that hovered over the tables in midair. The four large house tables were packed with chattering students and, at the top of the Hall, the staff sat along, facing their pupils.
In the very center of the High Table sat Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster while his sweeping silver hair and beard shining in the candlelight. His magnificent deep green robes were embroidered with many stars and moons. The tips of Dumbledore's long, thin fingers were together, and he was resting his chin upon them, staring up at the ceiling through his half-moon spectacles as though lost in thought.
Atticus glanced up at the top too. It had been enchanted to look like the sky outside, and he had never seen it look this stormy. Black and purple clouds were swirling across it, and as another thunderclap sounded out, a fork of lightning flashed across it.
After a bit more waiting, the doors of the Great Hall opened and everyone became silent. Professor McGonagall started leading a long line of first years up to the front of the High Table. If the rest of the school were wet, it was nothing like these first years looked. They appeared to have swum across the lake rather than sailed. All of them were cold, shivering and nervous as they faced the staff table, halting in a line.
Professor McGonagall now placed a four-legged stool on the ground before the first years and, on top of it, an ancient, dirty, patched wizard's hat. And thus started the long yet festive tradition of house sorting.
With the last student sorted, Professor McGonagall picked up the hat and the stool and carried them away.
Dumbledore got to his feet. He was smiling around at the students, his arms opened wide in welcome. "I have only two words to say to you: tuck in."
As soon as the ravenous students satiated their hunger, Albus Dumbledore got to his feet again. The buzz of chatter filling the Hall ceased almost at once so that only the howling wind and pounding rain could be heard.
"Now that we've sated our hunger and quenched our thirst. I must once again beg your attention." Dumbledore began, smiling. "Mr. Filch, the caretaker, has asked me to remind you that the list of objects forbidden this year includes Screaming Yo-yos, Fanged Frisbees, and Ever-Bashing Boomerangs. The full list comprises over four hundred and thirty-seven items, I believe, and can be seen in Mr. Filch's office should you like to check."
The corners of Dumbledore's mouth twitched."As always, I would like to insist that the Forbidden Forest is out-of-bounds to all students. It is my duty to inform you that the Inter-House Quidditch Cup will not take place this year."
There were many murmurs throughout the Great Hall and a few loud 'whats' from the Gryffindor table.
Dumbledore went on. "This is due to an event that will start in October and will continue throughout the school year. As such, it will take up much of the teachers' time and energy. However, I am most sure we will enjoy it immensely. I have the great pleasure to announce that this year-"
But at that moment, there was a deafening rumble of thunder, and the doors of the Great Hall banged open. A man stood in the doorway, leaning upon a long staff, shrouded in a black traveling cloak. Every head in the Great Hall swiveled towards the stranger who, suddenly, became brightly illuminated by the lightning that flashed across the ceiling. He lowered his hood, shook out a long mane of grizzled, dark gray hair, and began to walk up toward the teachers' table.
A dull clunk echoed through the Hall on every other step. He reached the end of the top table, turned right, and limped heavily towards Dumbledore. Another flash of lightning crossed the ceiling. The lightning had thrown the man's face into a sharp relief, and it was a face unlike any student had ever seen. He looked as though he had been carved out of weathered wood by someone who had only the vaguest idea of what human faces are supposed to look like. Every inch of his skin seemed to be scarred. The mouth looked like a diagonal gash, and a large chunk of the nose was missing. But it was the man's eyes that made him truly terrifying.
One of his eyes was small and dark. The other was large, round as a coin, and a vivid, electric blue. The blue eye moved ceaselessly, without blinking, rolling up, down, and from side to side, quite independently from the normal eye, then it rolled right over, pointing at his back.
The stranger reached Dumbledore. He stretched out a hand that was badly scarred and Dumbledore shook it, muttering to him some words no one could hear. He studied the stranger with an observant eye. The man sat down, shook his mane of dark gray hair out of his face, pulled a plate of sausages toward him, raised it to what was left of his nose, and sniffed it. He then took a small knife out of his pocket, speared a sausage on the end of it, and began to eat. His normal eye was fixed upon the links, but the blue eye was still darted restlessly around in its socket, taking in the Hall and the students.
"May I introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?" Dumbledore said brightly into the silence. "Professor Moody."
It was usual for new staff members to be greeted with applause. Still, none of the staff or students clapped except Dumbledore, and Hagrid. Everyone else seemed too transfixed by Moody's bizarre appearance to do more than stare at him.
Moody seemed totally indifferent to his less-than-warm welcome. Ignoring the jug of pumpkin juice in front of him, he reached again to his traveling cloak, pulled out a hip flask, and took a long draught from it. As he lifted his arm to drink, his cloak pulled a few inches from the ground, and some saw, below the table, several inches of a carved wooden leg, ending in a clawed foot.
'Polyjuice or not?' Thought Atticus.
Dumbledore cleared his throat. "As I was saying, we have the honour of hosting a fascinating event over the coming months, an event that has not been held for over three centuries. It is my very great pleasure to inform you that the Triwizard Tournament shall be taking place at Hogwarts this year."
"You're JOKING!" said Fred Weasley loudly from the Gryffindorjj joy table. Both twins were grinning widely. The tension that had filled the Hall ever since Moody's arrival suddenly broke. Nearly everyone laughed, and Dumbledore chuckled appreciatively.
"I am not joking, Mr. Weasley." He said. "Although now that you mention it, I did hear an excellent one over the summer about a troll, a hag, and a leprechaun who all go into a bar-"
Professor McGonagall cleared her throat loudly.
"Er-but maybe this is not the time… no..." said Dumbledore. "Where was I? Ah, yes, the Triwizard Tournament… well, I'm sure some won't know what this tournament is. As such, I hope those who do know forgive me for giving an explanation. The Triwizard Tournament was first established about seven hundred years ago as a friendly competition between the three largest European schools of wizardry: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang. A champion was selected to represent each school, and the three champions competed in three magical tasks. The schools would host the tournament once every five years. It had been agreed to be a most excellent way of establishing ties between young witches and wizards of different nationalities. Until, that is, the death toll became so high that the tournament was discontinued."
"Death toll?" Milicent whispered, looking alarmed. But her anxiety was not shared by the majority of students in the Hall. Many of them whispered excitedly to one another, more interested in hearing about the tournament than in worrying about the deaths that had happened hundreds of years ago.
"There have been several attempts over the centuries to reinstate the tournament." Dumbledore continued. "None of which have been very successful. However, our own Departments of International Magical Cooperation and Magical Games and Sports have decided that time is ripe for another attempt. We have worked hard over the summer to ensure that no champion would find themself in mortal danger this time."
"The Heads of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving with their shortlisted contenders in October, and the selection of the three champions will take place on October 31. An impartial judge will decide which students are most worthy of competing. The prize is a thousand Galleons."
At every House table, Atticus could see people either gazing raptly at Dumbledore or whispering fervently to their neighbours.
Dumbledore spoke again, and the Hall quieted once more. "As eager as I know you are, the Heads of the participating schools, along with the Ministry of Magic, have agreed to impose an age restriction on the contenders. Only students of age, that is to say, seventeen years or older, shall be allowed to put forward their names for consideration."
Dumbledore raised his voice slightly, for several people had made noises of outrage. "This is a measure we feel is necessary, given that the tournament tasks will still be difficult and dangerous. All the precautions we take wouldn't be enough, as it is improbable that students below the sixth and seventh year would be able to successfully complete each task. I will personally ensure that no underage student hoodwinks our impartial judge into making them the Hogwarts champion. I, therefore, beg you not to waste your time submitting yourself if you are under seventeen.
"The delegations from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will arrive in October and will stay with us for the more significant part of this year. I know that you will extend our courtesy to our foreign guests while they are with us and will give your whole-hearted support to the Hogwarts champion when they are selected. In any case, it is late, and I know how important it is to be rested to follow class as well as possible. Goodnight! Chop chop!"
Dumbledore sat down again and turned to talk to Mad-Eye Moody. There was a great scraping and banging as all the students got to their feet and swarmed toward the double doors into the entrance hall.
"I'd appreciate it if you waited for me in the Common Room." Atticus told Milicent.
She blushed and nodded while he got up and walked directly to Snape. The churlish man stood and was about to leave when Atticus approached him. "Professor?"
The man looked at him mildly annoyed. "What do you need, Mr Constantine?"
"I'd like to utilize one of the Lord's Quarters." The man actually sighed. God forbid he actually has to do his job. He sharply gestured for him to follow.
They walked towards the Snake Pit, but instead of the entrance to the Common Room, they walked to a knight that stood near it.
"Salazar." Snape said, and the knight knocked the wall behind him twice. The bricks moved apart and revealed a hallway with several knights standing a distance apart. Snape walked towards the first knight. "This is the entrance to the Lord's Quarters. Knock on the chest plate thrice and wait for it to raise it's helm in attention, then tell it the password you'll designate."
With that done, Snape turned and left, not even waiting to see if he understood the instructions. With a shake of his head, Atticus did as instructed, and set the password to 'magnus'. He watched as the knight's outstretched hand knock on the wall twice like the other one did, and entered the entrance.
He found a common room with a large fireplace, which he could tell had a connection to the Floo Network. The decor was quite antiquated, but he still considered it opulent. The right hall was his suite. The left hall had several bedrooms, and the end of hall had a set of fancy double doors. It led to the kitchen area as well a table with a few chairs.
He went back to his suite to inspect it further. It had a huge master bedroom, a private wash facility, a large walk in robe, and a private combined office library. He checked the bed and found it had freshly laundered sheets ready for him to climb into and sleep. He pulled his trunk out his pocket and enlarged it on the ground. "Tobbs."
A house-elf in a butler's uniform popped in front of him. "Master calls?"
"Yes, Tobbs. If you could unpack my clothes, it would be appreciated."
"Of course, Master." With a snap, his clothes began hanging themselves, as he left.
He took the short trip to the Slytherin Common Room, and made his way down the stairs.
He found Milicent speaking to a pair of redhead twins. They were completely stoic, but Milicent had a blush on her face. He also took notice of Tracey Davis pretending to read a magazine. She could be his gateway to Greengrass's fine ass, so he ignored her.
"Hello, Milicent. Mses Carrow."
"My Lord." Milicent greeted, her blush deepening. The twins glanced at Milicent before responding in kind. They rose at the same time, gave Milicent a look, curtsied to him, then left.
"Shall we?" He asked, holding his hand out. She took hold of it, and he aided her rise. He led her out the Snake Pit, much to her confusion, and walked to the nearest knight. Speaking the password, the entrance was revealed, making Milicent gasp. He led her to the first knight in the hall, and spoke another password after the first entrance closed. "Now. We are going to your home to take care of your father. Do you prefer him dead, or can I place him under my control?"
"I wouldn't have to worry about him hurting me or my mother?" She asked hesitantly.
"No."
"Do you need him alive?"
"Not really, but there's a chance that Voldemort will return, so it'd be nice to have a low-level thug like him, because he wouldn't get a second glance."
She took a shaky breath. "O-ok. You can keep him alive."
He gave her a soft kiss. "Thank you, Milicent. Now, lead the way."
Stepping through into the slightly run-down manor, he looked around in disapproval at the tacky furniture and dusty rooms.
She led him through the manor directly to the Lord's office. The lights were still on, so he entered without warning. The Lord Bulstrode was already deep into a bottle of firewhiskey, so it was easy to fire a stunner at the man before he even realized that he wasn't alone.
He pulled out Bulstrode's arm and began to subvert Voldemort's control. Milicent watched in fascination as he did this, blushing at the memory of what he did with the tongue that's currently using parsletongue.
Once he finished he stepped back and enervated the man. He fat man looked around confused before seeing him, and immediately dropped to a knee before him. "Master. How may I serve?"
"You are to ignore your wife and daughter until I tell you otherwise. If someone asks about them, you speak as you normally would."
"Yes, master."
"Should you be called to attend a meeting that involves Death Eaters or their sympathizers, you will secretly send me an owl afterwards."
"Yes, master."
"Do you have anything you wish to add?" He looked to the shocked Milicent who shook her head. "Good. Now, here Bulstrode. Sign this contract and stamp it with your ring. House Bulstrode is now a vassal of House Constantine."
"Yes, master." He quickly signed the document, and used his Lordship to stamp by it, making it binding.
"Now, continue on as normal until you get more orders from me."
"Yes, master." The man struggled to stand, but managed to get back to his desk and continue drinking.
The two teens return to the Lord's Quarters in Hogwarts. He gave her a brief tour of the suite before leading her to his room. He closed his door and walked directly behind her. "I believe now is the time to show you how desirable you are."
He bent her over the foot of the massive bed, and lowered himself to her scorching quim, pulling her panties off. She released a startled gasp when he licked from her clit to her entrance, then sucked up and down. Her legs trembled as he devoured her, her moans reverberated on the walls. When he stuck his tongue inside her, she could've sworn it grew in length as it explored her insides.
He used his thumb to rub her clit as he used parseltongue to vibrate his tongue. Her essence ran down his arm as he continued his ministrations. She felt a familiar feeling boiling in her. The feeling just kept growing until it exploded. Her legs shaking so bad, she fell onto the bed. Her breathing was labored and haggard and her mind buzzing as she basked in the aftermath.
He slapped her ass, watching it jiggle. "Spread them." He demanded while stroking his dick. She did as ordered, spreading her asscheeks, exposing her still twitching pussy, and her rosebud. He gave both a brief kiss before moving closer.
"Please be gentle, my Lord." She begged.
"Don't worry, luv. I'll take it easy." He responded, rubbing his cock head up and down her glistening labia. Her pussy was soaked, her lips stuck out and her clitoris was hard and distended. Her pussy was begging for his dick, drooling for it.
She felt the batonlike head exerting pressure on her pussy lips. Her labia slowly pushed in, opening for it and his dick slipped inside. She scrunched up her face in concentration, sucking her lower lip into her mouth. She let out a whine like moan, as he fed her his inches. Her pussy made a farting noise as her juices squirted out around his shaft. Her pussy was soaked, doing its job coating his cock until he fully hilted inside her.
He stood still, his head tilted back as he relished in the feel of her tight pussy wrapped around his long shaft. His hands roamed and squeezed her thick thighs and ass. He ground his hips on her ass to help her get used to his size. He pulled out a few inches and slowly pushed back in, noticing his dick was coated in her cream.
Soon, his thrusts began to grow in strength and speed until the plapping of their groins colliding reverberated in the room.
He pulled her up, and tore her shirt open, exposing her bra-clad breasts. He pulled the fabric up and pinched her nippled as his pounding progressed. He went back to grinding deep within her, as she came again with him nibbling her ear.
He let her flop down on the bed as he went back to kneading her doughy cheeks. He spread them apart and spat on her winking asshole before rubbing it.
"W-wait! N-no, please! That's d-dirty!" She tried to protest before a large and prolonged orgasm hit her when he entered a thumb. She screamed as her pussy clamped down around his dick, seeming to vibrate like crazy as he kept fucking her. Waves of pleasure permeated her body.
"Shit!" He grunted. "Are you on the potion?" She was too out of it to answer, before he slapped her ass.
"Ah! Yes! Yes, I am, my Lord!" She barely finished her sentence before he slammed into her a final time, and came directly into her womb.
He spun her onto her back, while still cumming, and started shallow thrusts with her legs in the air. When his shaft stopped throbbing, he began his punishing thrusts again.