Shout at the Devil

by MalcolmTent6730

Magic wasn't real. That's what Ryan Black was told for most of his life. It was a truth he believed until about a week after his eighteenth birthday, when he was contacted by his dead dad's estate about his own. Being born a squib he had no reason to be informed, except for a small gift his old man left him. Evil pieces in Harry Potter. AU Hogwarts University. Eventual OC-Multi,

35. Chapter 35

July 25th, 2012, Beauxbatons, Pyrenees, France, 7:00 AM BST

"Must you leave me?" Cooed Fleur as she wriggled against me, kissing her way down my neck. "I've grown so use to having you both here. You, Seras, Susan, even my little garden snake. I do not know what I will do after you leave." She was speaking english, so her accent bled through. She knew how much I loved her accent.

I smacked her on the ass lightly, earning a light whine. "You knew we weren't staying. You can visit whenever you like, and it's almost summer. You can come spend it at my place. Until then, i have things to do back at Hogwarts. Got to check in with my people."

She pouted, hands behind her back, chest thrust out. My pretty bird was putting on a show, and after six months of insatiable fucking with my nymphomaniac Veela, it was tough to resist. I felt like I'd unlearned half my self control here. It was like the Freshman Fifteen, except fucking french girls. "So I will be alone once again."

"Don't be like that love." Daphne said as she bustled in. She stepped up to pull Fleur into a hug 'accidentally' drowning herself in Veela cleavage. "We'll miss you, and its only a few days until the term is over. We'll see you soon."

"That's true." Said Suzie happily from the closet. She emerged with a series of huge bags…then promptly shoved them through a portal. We weren't bothering with bags this time, because we could claim to have sent them ahead with Seras, who had already gone home. "And we can introduce you to everyone else. You still haven't met all our friends."

Between Hogwarts and Beauxbatons terms, we had a chance to slip in meetings with a few peerage members like Tanith and Skulduggery .

Despite her teasing, Fleur actually was obviously upset. My Veela liked to disguise her feelings with voracious fucking, but she was very attached to us. She'd grown incredibly close to Daphne and Seras especially, and adored Suzie. She and I spent tons of time together over the last six months and I think she'd begun to rely on all of us.

Of course, Suzie knew what was under the bluster, and she walked over and pulled the taller girl into a tight hug. "Hey. It'll be ok. You can call us or send massages with circles. We're only a quick hop away at any given time. Nothing is really going to change. You went here without is for two years, remember?"

Fleur froze, eyes darting around as she realized she'd been figured out, then slumped, sensuality sliding away. "I do not want to sleep alone." This time, there was no sexual undertone. She just sounded scared and lonely."

I stepped up beside them, enfolding them both in a hug of my own. "You don't have to. You can pop over and sleep in my dorn. Or I can come here. Or we can all go to Suzie's room and pile into her bed." I reached down, tilting her chin up. "You don't need to make it about sex if you want to be with us. We LIKE you Fleur. Being insatiable is honestly more of an inconvenience than anything." I winked and smiled to show I was teasing, and her eyes softened, even misting over a bit. Petting her hair, I gave her a sympathetic smile. "You're worried the nightmares will come back."

She swallowed and looked away. It was odd, so many of us had dealt with crazy devil bullshit, I almost forgot not everyone was equipped for that. Fleur had been rock solid in the field, but something about that last fight with Phantomas had really spooked her. For the last few months she'd been waking up screaming, remembering something about the battle that she wouldn't elaborate on besides to tell us it was fine.

Whatever it was, we'd helped her through it, holding her and rocking her back to sleep, and she'd slowly started to get past it, reassured by our presence. It was the real reason we all tended to sleep in a big puppy pile in one of the rooms.

"We aren't leaving you." I reiterated. "We're just not going to be down the hall. We can travel across the globe in a blink. We're never out of reach."

She sniffed. "I know." She said in french. "I'm being silly. I'll just miss you. Seras already left. We were supposed to go riding this weekend." She sighed. "At least we got to celebrate your birthday together. How does it feel being twenty?"

"Like I still can't drink legally in the US." I shrugged. "I'm going to be alive for ten thousand years. Even if I have a one percent life crisis, I'll hit it when I turn a hundred. The birthday thing doesn't seem as important anymore." I caught Suzie glaring at me and backpedaled. "I still had a lot of fun and look forward to celebrating, but they're more like regular holidays."

Suzie nodded solemnly. "That's right. And we'll be celebrating everyone's birthdays for the next ten thousand years. With cake."

"Yes dear." I said in monotone, getting a giggle from Fleur. Stepping back, I planted one last kiss on Fleur's forehead, then reached down to pick up the belt Dumbledore had shipped us. "We have to head down to the portkey hall to leave, but it's about that time."

We all exchanged goodbyes, then made our way to the hall to depart. At exactly seven thirteen (Dumbledore was such a drama queen) we were jerked off our feet and into the crazy whirling vortex that was a portkey. It was every bit as miserable and annoying as the first one, though admittedly less cramped without the bags.

When we finally landed, it was on top of the astronomy tower. Dumbledore could open the wards temporarily, but I was pretty sure it was easier at the edges. I landed on my feet this time, and I swear I saw a flash of disappointment on the old man'd face before the twinkle returned to his eyes.
"Mr. Black!" He said cheerily. "Welcome back. I trust your time among our French counterparts was enlightening and educational?"

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, their architecture was riveting. I got a long look at the ceiling of a four hundred year old whorehouse."

I ALMOST caught HIM in an eyeroll, but he turned away so fast I barely got a glimpse. Crafty bastard. I was still annoyed about being sent away, and I figured being a smartass wasn't anything too extreme in terms of insult.

"Yes, well, I daresay you must have been pressed for time." He said dryly. "Considering all you got upto while out and about. Besides your studies at Beauxbatons, my old friend Nicholas mentioned running into you. He found your battle technique to be nearly adequate. High praise from him, I assure you."

I believed it. I thought Dumbledore was a beast with a wand, but Flamel was a whole different level of monster.

"Before we get back down to the castle, I have something to show you." We'd run into a dead end looking for more Horcruxes. Even with the tracking spell Val had tried to whip up, we were stuck. Which meant we needed to take a gamble.

I liked Dumbledore. I did NOT trust him. I did, however, believe he genuinely wanted Voldemort dead. So after six months of being jammed up. I was going to finally take a step back and trust the old man.

The ring we had was special. In fact, it was legendary. Amelie had been an old pupil of Grindelwald, and Grindelwald had been OBSESSED with the Deathly Hallows. I'd started searching around for anything about that symbol and she'd noticed and filled me in on it. After several exhaustive rituals and a battery of testing spells, I'd confirmed that the ring was, in fact, the resurrection stone.

That was where my confidence in this plan came from. Dumbledore might betray me to get a lot of things, but at the moment, I was pretty much the only person who could destroy Horcruxes without destroying their vessels.

Solomon, Bermuda, and a few other necromancers might be able to light the black burn, but it consumed necromantic power when used. For an old monster like Bermuda that might be acceptable, who knew how much necromantic energy that beast had, but for any other necro actually burning anything with the Brulee Noire was equivalent to cutting off a limb.

He must really hate me for 'brainwashing' Val, or I doubt even Bermuda would have willingly tried it.

Dumbledore led us down to his office, looking a bit bemused. When we reached the stairs, the gargoyle hopped aside and we all filed up. Finally, I reached into my pocket and pulled out two things. "This." I said as I dropped the formerly possessed locket on the desk. "Used to be a phylactery. A soul receptacle. Or to use another word, a Horcrux." I dropped the ring on the desk. "This still is."

He froze, eyes wide and hungry, locked on the ring. He started to reach for it, but I slapped his hand away. "Don't do that." I said sharply. I pocketed the ring again, and he shook it off. "Sorry. Forgot it did that." My devil protections kept my mind sacrosanct, especially after I'd layered on the anti mind fuckery spell for Fleur.

"That…" He rasped after a moment. "Was the resurrection stone. But that magic…wait, you said phylactery? Explain."

So, I did. I laid it all out (mostly, I left out the devil shit). I told him about the horcruxes, the destruction of the locket, and the ring. I told him I could cleanse it without destroying the magic, and his eyes became hungry again. This time he tamped down on it himself.

He looked at me steadily. "Why wait until now to tell me all this? Why tell me this at all?"

"Because I need help." I admitted. "Randomly searching for magic soul anchors is difficult. Even with detection spells we need to get close. We don't know what we're looking for. You said you knew Riddle, and your resources are pretty abundant. As for why I waited…you play things close to the vest. You sent us away to get Harry isolated, I don't like that. I don't trust you."

He raised an eyebrow. "And that's changed?"

"Nope." I said with a laugh. "But you WANT that ring. I'll cleanse it last. We both get what we want. I get help, you get the ring for whatever reason you want it."

"Quite an elegant solution." He said pensively. "I admit, I had entertained the thought that you might be in league with Tom. You've survived combat with him twice." At my flinch he smiled knowingly. "Yes, I am aware of what happened at the shrieking shack. I'm not quite so old as that."

I wanted to protest but…it kind of fit. I'd been a squib, then come back with crazy power and a weird knack for magic. I'd been involved in two incidents related to him, and I was making inroads with Harry.

"Well shit." I said with a sigh. "That's why you sent me away. I never considered how it might look from the outside. In any case, I guess we were both being overly suspicious bastards."

He smiled warmly. "I suppose we were. Very well, Mr. Black, we will be partners. I have contacts who might aid our investigation, but I shall need to do some sleuthing personally. Are you in any particular hurry? I'd prefer not to rush things."

That was somewhat predictable, but I wasn't exactly enraged about it. I assumed he wanted to do his own thing over the summer. I was just now getting back and I wanted to spend time with my friends anyway. I'd let him do his snooping. Meanwhile I could spend the summer building my necromantic power.

At least, that's what I WAS going to say, except as we were talking, I received a quick poke from Daphne. I turned and saw an emerald brooch she was wearing glowing with a faint light and my eyes widened. I turned to the old man. "Looks like your investigation will have one less subject. Given the ring's presence we had Val set up a detection spell for us to make sure we didn't miss another one." I pointed at the broach. "That's the signal for close proximity. There's another Horcrux at Hogwarts."

July 25th, 2012, Hogwarts, Scotland, 11:00 AM BST

Dumbledore, to no one's surprise, was very interested in finding the Horcrux in the school. We all ran out of his office like the hounds of hell were nipping at our heels, charging up stairs and around corners…and coming to a stop on the fifth floor in the middle of an empty corridor.

Daphne frowned down at the brooch. "It's glowing still." She said testily. "But there's nothing here." She moved around the corridor, but the glow remained rock steady, not changing regardless of her position. She turned to Dumbledore. "This is your school right? Do you know what's going on?"

The old man sighed. "Alas, though I have dedicated my life to Hogwarts, I have barely scratched the surface of her true mysteries. I can consult the journals left behind by the previous headmasters, but until such a time, I'm afraid we'll simply remain stymied."

"What about the societies?" I asked. "They're all old as dirt and know tons of secrets. Maybe they can tell us something?"

The school was a labyrinth of secret passages, hidden rooms, and generally shady shit that had been added over the years. Secrets on top of secrets on top of riddles. It was no wonder even Dumbledore didn't know everything it had to reveal.

"A possibility." He admitted. "Their roots run deep. I'll do my best to explore the sources I have at my fingertips, and you can do the same. It might be best to wait until the conclusion of the school year to engage in this business. No telling what we might find."

Putting this off sounded complicated…but honestly I was fine with that. I was kind of exhausted. We were home, only a few days out from the leaving feast, and I wanted to go see my friends. I'd visited when possible, but it had been a busy year and I hadn't seen them nearly as often as I'd have liked.

Sure enough, Suzie, ever the angel (ironic as that might be) noticed my expression and sidled up next to me, pulling my arm between her breasts.

Which were…sizable. Whether it was late blooming inherited from her busty aunt, or devil style long term shapeshifting, Suzie had finally grown into her bodacious bosoms as she'd been hoping for. My cinnamon roll had done some serious baking, and her shockingly perky F-cups had provided me endless hours of entertainment and enjoyment on our little vacation.

Daphne too had finished her transformation (I assumed), her already fairly plush buns transforming into an absolute SHELF of juicy infernal rump. She positively strutted these days, proudly showing off her delightful booty jiggle for me whenever we were together.

I imagined that the changes would be far more shocking for my friends given our absence and the large time gap, though it was less strange for me since I'd been there for every step of the transformation. Daphne in particular was smug and exalted, frequently purring vitriol into my ear about Granger during the buttjobs she loved to give me before bed.

Smirking, I raised an eyebrow at Suzie. She knew Fleur's endless appetite for fucking had eroded my resistance to sexual favors, and encircling my arm with her jumbo sized rack was an obvious distraction from worrying.

"Yeah." I finally said. "Sounds good. I need some time to unwind. And I want to check in with everyone. I know Daph has been dying to see Stori. And I assume your concerns about me being in league with Voldemort have been assuaged?"

Aside from cleansing and handing over a Horcrux (temporarily, I was getting it back because apparently that thing was stupid valuable) and having another in my possession (one he desperately wanted at that), I'd also dealt with an obvious wraith in Paris and prevented Voldemort from getting his hands on controlling interest in a Master Vampire. I felt like I'd earned the benefit of the doubt.

The old man smiled kindly. "Indeed. I suspect young mister Potter would quite enjoy a visit. Miss Greengrass has been doing her best to keep his spirits up, but he seems to have formed something of a bond with you."

That was nice to hear. Harry was a good guy, and I knew he was important to Sirius. Acting as the go between for them was no big deal, especially given the unhealthy interest Voldemort seemed to have in him. The proximity of those two fragments so close to the boy who lived couldn't be a coincidence. I had no clue why Voldemort would be interested in him besides revenge he could get later, but it seemed like he was.

Once Dumbledore headed back to his office, I used a circle to contact everyone and have them meet us in an abandoned classroom. I could have potentially visited the dorms and then gone up to Hufflepuff, but I liked the idea of checking in with everyone at once.

When we reached the classroom I was just about to call out to Blaise as I saw him, when a large furry form smashed into me at high speed. "Ryan!" Called my furriest pawn. He actually knocked me over, licking my face as I laughed and reached up to scratch behind his big furry ears.

"Good to see you too Scoob." I said with a grin. "It's been a while, huh?"

He was lifted off me by a laughing shaggy. "Like, come on Scoob. Give the boss man a minute. You're totally crowding him."

Standing without my hands (love devil flight) I grinned and pulled my knight into a one armed hug. "I'm not worried about it. He's just excited to see me." I raised an eyebrow at the stoner. "And by the way, you certainly beefed up huh?"

Suzie and Daph weren't the only ones affected by devil shapeshifting. The former beapole had filled out through the shoulders and arms, looking much more muscular than before.

Tracey practically skipped over to her boyfriend, nuzzling up against him. "In all the best ways." She winked. "Though not all of it was devil stuff. He put in plenty of hours of vigorous exercise too."

Daphne rolled her eyes as she came forward to hug her best friend. "I notice that you don't seem to have changed at all."

Snorting, Tracey flipped her hair over her shoulder arrogantly. "Please, I'm perfect just the way I am. Me and Val haven't changed at all. Seras was already a titty monster, though you'll notice our ice cool Hannah has mysteriously gone up a few cup sizes."

We all turned to look at the blonde, who flushed a bit. "What? I grew up around Suzie. Seeing Amelia bouncing her enormous jugs around for most of my life made an impression. I just like them, ok?"

"It's perfect, love." Theo said reassuringly, putting an arm around her shoulder. "I think you look lovely." Over her shoulder, he glanced at me, then flicked his eyes down to his girlfriend's much more abundant cleavage, mouthing 'thank you' emphatically. I gave him a nod of solidarity. It was their choice, but we had definitely benefited.

"Sure, because he's unbiased." Snickered Tracey. "But I see more than just one or two of us indulged." Walking behind Daphne, she smacked my girlfriends ass. "Damn, look at all this. She leaves with a booty and comes back smuggling hams up her skirt. These jiggly meat mountains put Grangers to shame. Bet Ryan had some fun with all this booty."

I nodded. "You're not wrong. But it was Daphne's desire. Given her complex- I mean, previous apathy, I'm kind of surprised she went with the butt."

My princess sneered. "I don't want to compete with all the busty women in your life. And even with Seras smuggling a pair of bowling balls, your eyes always landed on Granger." She cocked her hip, a hand on it highlighting her delicious rear. "My boy is an arse man."

Suzie nodded emphatically. "It's true. You've been giving Daphne so much attention. Why do you think Fleur tried so hard to seduce her. She was jealous."

I hadn't considered that actually, but it did make sense. "Anyway, why don't we all take a seat. We gave you a basic rundown of what happened, but now that we're back we owe you a story, not to mention we have new tidings or adventure."

Blaise grimaced. "Oh sure. That's just what we need. Adventures. I almost thought we'd make it through the rest of the year in peace." Despite his complaints, I noticed a twinkle in his eye. Looking close, I could see various vials strapped to his body in different places, and his hands seemed to skim over them nervously, as if excited to unleash his new tricks.

It looked like I wasn't the only one who had been hard at work. I'd advanced immeasurably in terms of my enchantments, but everyone else had been just as hard at work.

Suzie especially had taken steps forward in her art. Transfiguration was tough to enter as a devil, but apparently with a firm foundation in the school, devilish intent was a powerful aid. In fact, Suzie was quickly becoming one of my most dangerous pawns, even lacking the enhanced gifts of the others.

She wasn't at Val's level obviously, but it was really nice watching my redhead come into her own. I watched her fondly as I filled everyone in on the return and what we'd found, enjoying the opportunity to just take her in. She noticed me watching and beamed at me lovingly, and expression I'd have traded all the gold in my gringotts account for in a heartbeat.

"Well, that sounds dramatic." Said Tracey glibly. "I guess we have a fun new mystery to solve."

Shaggy snorted. "Like, nothing good ever comes from that phrase."

D.B. who had been unusually quiet for her, smirked at him. "Do I have to offer you a Scooby Snack like old times?"

"Hardly." Tracey said with a wicked grin. "He has a new favorite snack. And he knows how to get as much of it as he wants." She winked at the busty redhead, who rolled her eyes fondly. Seemed like those two were getting along well.

"Nobody is going to be solving any mysteries." I said firmly. "Well, not any of us. Leave that shit to Dumbledore. I'm going to be getting ready to cleanse whatever we find. And possibly sell it. Voldemort seems to favor making his Horcruxes out of expensive shit."

Everyone chuckled. Daphne looked around. "Speaking of, why didn't you call Stori?"

"She's probably with Harry, same as Val." I said with a shrug. "We can catch them up later and we saw Val recently. Figured I'd let everyone say their hellos without having to conceal our devilish nature. They still don't know."

Daphne smirked. "They're going to be confused about some of our…physical changes."
"They can keep their confusion to themselves." I said coldly. "If I catch them staring at you two I'll break my foot off in their asses. Cousin or not."

She beamed at me, but Suzie just huffed. "Be nice. I'm sure neither of them would be so rude as to stare at us. They're our friends. If you go in expecting them to insult you that'll be all you notice."

She wasn't wrong. I stood by the threat though. Plenty of assholes had been sneaking peeks at my girls. Daphne had already gotten plenty of ogling before her booty buff, and Suzie attracted attention too, even if she was so cute and sweet she didn't have to deal with the same harassment (though being Hufflepuff probably helped too).

With that out of the way, we got to talking, falling into old habits right away. While we spoke, I scribbled a quick note and dropped it through a circle into a familiar drop spot. I wanted to ask the twins about that corridor. But that would be a later problem. For now I just wanted to enjoy my time back with my friends.

July 30th, 2012, Great Hall, Hogwarts, Scotland, 6:00 PM BST

The leaving feast had arrived. It was only a few days out when we got back, but somehow I'd managed to fall back into old habits quickly enough that it still felt like a surprise. Not just to me either. At least one other member of our little group was just as blown away, and even more excited.

"I can't believe my first year is already over!" Squealed Stori in a mix of triumph and disappointment. "It was so crazy. Summer is going to be boring compared to that. What am I supposed to do?"

Harry, who was sitting with use for the feast, just rolled his eyes. "Somehow I think you'll survive." He said dryly. "You always manage to find something to do."

"And Harry!" She wailed. To think I'll be leaving behind my faithful sidekick! What will life be like without you?"

He threw his hands up. "I'm not dying!" He scolded her. "I'm going to be staying with Sirius this summer. You can visit LITERALLY any time." Despite his exasperated tone, I saw a bit of hesitance in his eyes too. The boy who lived had grown awfully attached to Stori.

Which made sense. He and Ron and Granger had been thrown together by chance, but Stori had stormed into his life like a wrecking ball and demanded his friendship. She was probably one of the first people he'd met who cared about him outside some other circumstance. He wasn't the boy who lived, or Lily and James's son. He was just her Harry.

Given her particularly bodacious build, I'd worried that Harry might become romantically interested, but weirdly, it was deeper than that. Stori was Harry's first REAL friend. She meant more to him than just someone he wanted to fuck.

Or so Suzie had explained to me after talking to Val. I was hit or miss with this kind of shit, so I left it to the experts.

"So, did anyone hear back from any of the societies?" I asked with a sigh. "Because the twins didn't know shit, and none of my other contacts had heard anything interesting about the fifth floor corridor. Dumbledore doesn't seem to have found anything yet either."

"No shop talk at my first leaving feast." Declared Stori haughtily. "I'm trying to enjoy the ambiance." She got a sly look. "Speaking of enjoyment, here comes someone who looks like she'd enjoy talking to you."

I turned to see Lily Moon heading toward us. "Ryan!" She said with a warm smile. "I'd heard you were back. Daphne approached me about your request." Stori groaned and threw up her hands but didn't say much else. "I've reached out to leadership, but haven't heard back yet." She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "I can send you a letter over the summer about it, if you'd like?"

Most of my friends were trying not to snicker, though Daphne looked annoyed. Suzie just smiled and shot me a thumbs up, and I gave Lily a wide smile. "Sure, you know I love talking to you. Can't wait to catch up. Do you want to sit with us?"

She gave a small, pleased smile, but shook her head. "Hestia and Flora are waiting for me down the table. I just wanted to say welcome back." To my absolute and total shock, she leaned forward and HUGGED me. I just stood there, frozen, as she turned and rushed off. I turned just in time to see Blaise handing Daphne a galleon.

"What the fuck is that about?" I demanded. "And what just happened?"

Daphne rolled her eyes. "You're handsome, powerful, wealthy, and connected. You impressed the societies, were chosen to represent england in a cultural exchange, and more than a few people heard you pounding my arse in that coat room. Word gets around. Not to mention Moon has been sniffing around since day one."

"She has not been sniffing." I protested. "She barely talked to me when we first met. It took a while for her to warm up."

Tracey just shot me a pitying look. "That's pureblood heiress flirting for dummies. Be an icy unconquerable bitch and slowly thaw just for him. I'm sure she just HAPPENED to showcase her assets frequently when you two had these 'tense discussions'. Honestly, it's like you don't even remember how Daphne got her hooks in you."

I blinked at her in shock. "That's…she didn't…what?"

"It's alright love." Said my Slytherin princess patronizingly. "You're good at other things. Leave the social things to me. If Moon wants in on your harem she'll need to play the game a lot better than that. I expect to be wined and dined. Courted. Suzie leaves this sort of thing to me, and I'll be sure to make her earn it."

Tracey coughed something that sounded suspiciously like 'sit on her face' but played innocent when Daphne glared.

"But I don't want another girlfriend." I said lamely. "Four is already too many."

They ignored me. I suspected it had more to do with the missing member of our peerage than anything. In reality I liked Lily, and the idea of her being mine wasn't terrible. I just would've liked more of a say. I ended up sulking through most of the lead up to the feast, at least outwardly. Inwardly I was considering if the Spells of Astaroth had anything for tracking down phylacteries.

Sadly, the feast itself was bound to star, and start it did, Dumbledore standing up at the head table, clearing his throat. The noise carried across the great hall, even without him raising his voice. I wondered if that was magic or just really good acoustics. The dome shaped ceiling would probably be good for that.

"And so ends another wonderful year at Hogwarts." Dumbledore said cheerfully. "While we got off to a rocky start, if you'll forgive the pun, all of our students are now safe and sound, and we had an unforgettable year together to show for the danger. I for one look forward to another splendid year of learning after the summer, and I hope you all share my enthusiasm."

The rest of the speech was the usual shit. House cup (Gryffindor won, Dumbledore wasn't subtle about his bias), Quidditch bullshit (which we'd sadly missed most of), and then a few final words before we all dug in.

The food was great, though not as good as Daisy's, and I polished off my meal like the proverbial hungry hippo.

Once everything was finished, Dumbledore waved us aside (my group specifically, not Harry or his friends), and I was shocked when we met him out in a side corridor and he gave me good news. "After perusing several of the diaries and cross referencing them, as well as consulting some of the Headmasters themselves via portraiture, not to mention the house elves. I've been able to narrow down the entry mechanism for the room in the fifth floor corridor."

"It's a hidden room?" I asked with interest. "Like…hidden enough to require a special entry mechanism. What was it used for?"

"Alas, I cannot say for certain." He said with a sigh. "The house elves called it the 'come-and-go room'. Apparently its purpose changes based on necessity. As to its limits of that aid, I cannot say. Regardless, entry is the one aspect of this mysterious space that I have been able to suss out, and so, tonight, after the students return to their dormitories, we will investigate."

I raised a brow at that. "We as in…like all of us?" I gestured to my friends.

He shook his head. "Not this time. I've tutored you personally, and can speak to your skills. Placing my other students in unnecessary danger is a bridge too far."

"We should bring Val." I said firmly. "She can handle herself. I'll vouch for her."

He glanced at my Queen thoughtfully. "Miss. Cain has made quite an impression in her classes. I suppose my presence ameliorates some of the danger. Very well. As a compromise to our new cooperation, I will allow her to accompany us. However, she will stay behind the two of us until I can confirm her safety."

"Agreed." I said with a sigh of relief. Val would be useful as hell in this kind of situation. And as much as Dumbledore had explained away his earlier skepticism, something about him just didn't sit perfectly with me. My previous assessment of his motives was still valid. He'd screw me over if it got him what he wanted.

Not that I suspected he would do that right now. I was too valuable. But there were worse things than killing, and Dumbledore probably had plenty of tricks. Better safe than sorry.

With our plans confirmed, we all headed back to the dorms. Val and I needed to get ready, and I wanted to tell my girls where I was going before we did anything. If something happened they would teleport back to the manor and meet up with Skulduggery, Tanith, and my mom. They weren't happy, but when I explained this was just a precaution, they calmed down a bit.

Suzie seemed more optimistic than anything. "Professor Dumbledore is a good person." She said firmly. "Plus he needs you. He'll definitely keep you safe, and Val will be there if things go bad."

Daphne snorted. "You're far too trusting, love." She told Suzie worriedly. "You need to start looking for the worst in people sometimes."

My redhead just beamed back. "I have the rest of you for that. Someone has to find the good. Being a devil doesn't mean we have to live in hell. I'll make sure to keep you all on the straight and narrow."

"I can think of plenty of downright deviant things I've seen you do." Daphne said with a wicked grin.

Suzie blushed. "There's nothing wrong with us showing our love for each other in a physical way. We're consenting adults." Our smirks seemed to fluster her, because she pouted, storming up to me and kissing my cheek. "Oh go do your mission. And good luck." Then she spun and vanished into a circle, headed for her own dorms.

We'd been talking in my room, and they'd teleported in to talk. Daphne, to my surprise, walked over to my bed, stripped and climbed in. She grabbed a dirty shirt of mine through a circle, slipping it on. "I'll be waiting here." She said imperiously. "Don't make me wait too long." She bit her lip, giving me a heated look, and I grinned, promising not to.

Once I was ready, I headed out to the hall, met up with Val and the two of us quickly set off for the fifth floor corridor.

When we arrived, Dumbledore was there, looking serene. "Ah, Mr. Black. Always nice to see punctuality from my students. Are you both prepared?" His wand was drawn, and he looked both relaxed and alert, which was a pretty nice trick.

"We're all good." I said solemnly. "Now how the hell do we do this? Is there some kind of magic word?"

He smiled, then turned and began walking away. At a certain point, he stopped, turned, and then walked back, repeating the process several times. On the last circuit, there was a shift, and a door appeared in the wall.

We entered it, and the inside was…weird. A room filled to the brim with books. Dumbledore looked perturbed. I held up the brooch Daphne had lent me. "We're…closer?" I said slowly. "But not. It's hard to explain. I think this is the right room, but…not?"

He sighed. "I suspected as much. This place changes based on desire. Clearly, there's an alternate space where it draws its stockpile of items. Some of these books aren't from the library. We'll have to make several attempts at entering in order to discover the Horcrux." Straightening, he turned and headed for the hall. "Come along. It's going to be a long night."

July 30th, 2012, Great Hall, Hogwarts, Scotland, 8:00 PM BST

It took us several tries, alternating between different people, before we accidentally stumbled on the answer. It was my foresight that tripped me into it actually, just an accidental stroke of luck when I thought about the right idea. Finally though, we entered an entirely new space, one filled to the brim with…well, shit.

"This place looks like my Da's junk drawer." Said Val bluntly as we entered. "I don't even recognize what half of this nonsense is." She reached down and picked up a small cup from a nearby pile, snatching her hand away with a curse and dropping it as it tried to bite her fingers.

"It's certainly a novel collection of detritus." Said Dumbledore with a sort of detached amusement. "What was your thought process when opening the room?"

I shrugged. "I wanted to find something lost." I admitted. "I gave up on specifics and just leaned into the most general thing I could imagine. You mentioned this stuff had to come from somewhere. I guess this is all the lost junk in the school. I wonder if it's always here. Like, did the room pull everything in that wasn't being actively watched, or do lost things just vanish when people forget them and lay here waiting?"

He stroked his beard. "An excellent question. It gladdens my heart to see my students hungry for knowledge. I admit that I too find this place fascinating. Sadly, our academic curiosity will have to wait until we recover the Horcrux. The longer it remains at large the more danger the students face."

"Is that why you decided to do this early?" I asked as we stepped between piles of random junk. "We were going to wait for everyone to leave before. I know my reasons for doing this earlier, but not yours."

He sighed. "I admit my haste may have gotten the better of me. Knowing Tom left a fragment of himself inside the hallowed walls of my own institution is…disturbing, to say the least."

"I get that." I admitted. "I wouldn't be thrilled in your shoes either. I guess it's most just nice to know you're as human as the rest of us. Even the great Albus Dumbledore makes mistakes I guess."

His laugh was hollow and sad. "Oh, believe me Mr. Black. I make just as many mistakes as anyone else. They are simply so wide in scope that I often don't notice them until far too late. I am, in fact, very human. I dare say I've made more mistakes than many men my age. I hope to someday make up for just a few of them."

I'd been poking at him a bit to see if he'd admit fallibility, but his response was maybe a little too honest. It made me kind of uncomfortable. Clearly Val agreed, because she cleared her throat and gestured to the piles around us. "So, Professor. Have you see any of these items before?"
That got the old man to perk up a bit. "Oh yes. Quite a few of them are old joke props, enchantment projects, and other interesting creations of the students. I dare say the Mr's Weasley most likely have a number of creations amongst these piles. Some of them are…different. That, for instance." He pointed at an old fashioned oil lamp sitting on an end table. "Is quite dangerous. I have no idea how it arrived here."

An eerie blue with pictures painted on the base, the lamp still looked pretty innocuous sitting there untouched. "What is it?"

"It was originally buried in the tomb of a warlock named Willis Nightwood." He said, staring at it intently. "The tomb was ransacked, and an old friend of mine and her protege found it in an antique shop. Last I heard, it was a resting place for Nightwood's spirit. It vanished some years ago."

I raised a brow. "Does it do anything? If its got any decent magic I might be able to cleanse it if the ghost is the issue."

"Don't approach it." He said distastefully. "It's quite cursed, regardless of possession. The china is made of ground bone, and the tallow from the candle rendered human fat. The wick is hair, and they all came from people who died in horrific ways. Nightwood was a deeply unpleasant individual, and he put that lamp to equally unpleasant use."

I grimaced at the thing. "Yeah, that's pretty gross. Stay away from the creepy lamp. Got it. Anything else going in the nope pile?"

He shrugged. "Most of these items are harmless. I mentioned the lamp because as you can see, it appears to be presenting itself. Clean and visible on an open table. It is not beyond the power of that item to attempt to appeal to potential masters."

We walked in circles, the brooch only giving us warm or cold and not actual directions. Finally we came to a pile near the center of the room, stacked higher than we were tall, and up at the top, sitting on a stack of books, we found a crown.

Well, maybe not a 'crown'. It was a full head covering kind of deal, rather than just a pointy circle so there was probably a name for it. A name Dumbledore spoke with reverence when his eyes found it. "Ravenclaw's Diadem." He said in a whisper. "I thought it lost…perhaps that would have been better. To see such a thing perverted by Tom's greed…"

I put a hand on his shoulder. "It's cool. I've got it. We'll clean it up and you can hang it in your office or something."

He snorted. "Mr. Black, do you know what that object DOES?"

"Takes your hairdo to styling new heights?" I said dryly. "It's a hat. A big fancy hat made of metal and covered with gems, but still, just a hat."

Smiling, he shook his head. "The Diadem is an enchanted object. It expands the mind, allowing the wearer to think more quickly, as well as access the stored insights and intellectual magnitude of everyone who has ever worn it. It is, by any measurable definition, priceless. A feat of magical engineering unequaled by any who have come after. It is the reason Rowena's name was synonymous with intelligence. Her creation of this item catapulted her into legend."

Which was admittedly cool as shit, but it also posed a huge problem. "That thing is ABSURDLY possessed." I said bluntly. "Like…more possessed than most things. When I start cleansing it, it's going to go ape shit on us. It must have been feeding on all that magic for years, because the fragment got…beefy."

"You're saying you can't cleanse it?" He asked worriedly. His eyes were locked on the crown like iron on an electromagnet.

"I mean, I can." I hedged. "But it'll be loud and messy. I'll need you two to hold off the fragment while I build up a head of steam. And honestly, it might take almost ALL my necromancy to get it done. I'll be useless to cleanse anything for months."

I wouldn't have even offered if not for his little speech. An object like that could be VERY useful. Not just to him, but to me. My foundation in enchanting was pretty solid, but my actual technique was basically pure brute force. That crown could save me DECADES of training and trial and error. Turn me into a high end enchanter in just a few months or years.

There weren't many shortcuts to learning magic, and this was a fucking big one. I'd be stupid to pass it up. Of course, that was assuming he was willing to let me use it, but I was confident I could swing it. At least for brief periods.

He nodded emphatically. "Of course. Can you isolate the item? You are the room's current master."

We'd learned some things about how the room worked in our search for this space. As the one who shaped the room, I could reshape it at any time. I nodded then focused hard on the idea of a safe and durable place to cleanse the diadem.

There was a shift around us, and suddenly the thing was lying on the ground, surrounded by a circle of pulsing runes. I blinked. Apparently the room had taken "safe" to mean that it should restrain the spirit. I was skeptical it could manage entirely, but if it added pressure I was all for it. "Alright, I'm going to start. It'll probably react when the flame becomes obvious enough."

These things seemed to be able to sense danger. No magic had been used yet, so it wasn't pinging our intentions, but once I got going…
I swirled my wand slowly, letting the cloud of darkness seep out of the wood. Once it discorporated into the seeds, I let one drift forward, then focused. Fire. Not used yet, just demonstrating my intentions. Then I started to slowly pour in more power.

Without being attacked, I could exert more control. I needed to make this punch a whopper, so I kept slowly pouring more in. The slower I went, the thinner I could make the margin for cutoff. I needed to leave some necromantic energy in my wand, I had no clue what being consumed might do to it and I wasn't risking it.

As the power built, the crown started to shake. Black electricity leapt off it, sparking the air. The circle around it hummed, suppressing the power, but the more I built, the stronger it became in response. Finally, at about three quarters of the way, the runes cracked, and a colossal wall of black energy exploded out of the circle, a massive horrifying face with its mouth open wide.

Dumbledore didn't even blink. His wand blurred, weaving a series of spells so tightly that I couldn't tell where one started and the next began. Green flame (not fiendfyre), black ice, glowing golden birds, and a snake made of purple lightning spread out, surrounding the monstrosity.

Val, not one to be left behind, growled and raised her hand. Her ring formed a giant fist avatar, which she wrapped around the face, clamping it down in place as the spells poured in. It roared in pain and rage, thrashing to get free, but I ignored it.

"Drop it!" I shouted as the ice and fire tore chunks out of the creature. The snake was playing defense, extinguishing tentacles of dark that headed for Dumbledore. When they heard my shout though, Val pulled back her attack and Dumbledore recalled all three spells. The face was free, and it dove at me, screaming.

Which was pretty dumb, because its open mouth gave me a perfect target. I hurled forward my most powerful blast of black flame, the Brulee Noire entering the mouth, and the thing screamed an unearthly shriek of horrible pain as it was immolated by the dark fire.

I watched in satisfaction as it slowly burned away, the screams not dying until the monster did. The last of the darkness sparked and burned off like a flash in the pan, and suddenly, it was completely silent. Strolling forward, I walked across the broken circle and picked up the diadem, noting that it was cool to the touch.

Turning, I held it aloof triumphantly. "Finders keepers!" I shouted with joy. At Dumbledore's unamused look I shrugged. "Ok, well, part time at least. I want to use it over the summer."

Chuckling, he shook his head in defeat. "Very well, dear boy. I suppose you've earned at least that much. I suppose you'll be using it to further your studies?" He sounded amused, and weirdly almost proud.

"Hell yes." I said bluntly. "Enchanting takes a LOT of practice. I want to use it to speed things up."

We all laughed as we headed out of the room and back to his office to discuss things further. We'd destroyed another Horcrux. Deep down though, I was starting to worry. I wouldn't recover my necromancy for months, maybe even a year. At this rate, we wouldn't finish taking them out anytime soon even if we found them. I needed to find a better way. Hopefully that crown didn't disappoint.

July 30th, 2012, 12 Grimmauld Place, London, England 8:00 PM BST (nsfw warning in the second half of the chapter:anal, oil play, ass worship)

Our first night back was…rowdy. Harry was staying at Grimmauld now, which meant Stori was over spending time with her bestie, Ron and Granger weren't around, thankfully, but with the whole peerage in attendance it was understandably crowded. Dumbledore even ended up coming over for dinner to discuss the search for the Horcruxes.

"This is a most excellent prime rib." Said Dumbledore affably to my mom as we all sat at the table. "I'm told your house elf was the one to prepare it? Please pass her my compliments."

"She'll be thrilled to hear it." Mom said with a laugh. "We have her make the food. Kreacher is doing much better since Sirius started going through Ryan to give him orders, but he's old and his food is always just a little off. Nothing malicious, but he just has trouble with it these days."

He chuckled. "Im familiar with the phenomena. Some house elves develop peculiarities with age. Why, I once knew a lovely elf by the name of Plinky. She was a maestro with laundry. Could remove any stain. But as she aged, she started to run into difficulties with the was. She still got out every stain, but every piece of cloth she washed came out a lovely shade of pink, no matter what color it started. We never could figure out why it happened."

That got a laugh from all of us. Daphne, however, chose to use the silence that followed to ask a question. "What can we help you with headmaster?"

"Straight to the point as always Miss Greengrass. I've reached out to some of my contacts. With the confirmation of Tom's plan and his current assets, I've had new avenues of investigation come to light. It has come to my attention, however, that you have quite a few sleuths among your little makeshift family."

I glanced around. He meant Skulduggery, obviously, but more than that, he was talking about Shaggy, Scooby, and D.B. It occurred to me that not making use of their experience might have been an oversight on my part. Nothing I could do about it now, other than adjust my thinking going forward. "So you want to have Skulduggery and the others look into Voldemort's background?"

"More heads are always beneficial." He said with a nod. "I'll be conducting my own investigation, but I admit I'm hardly up to date on the latest muggle methods. I'd be willing to pay handsomely."

I glanced at the Skeleton Detective sitting casually in front of a full plate of food he couldn't eat. "Skulduggery? This one is all you."

He made a considering sound. "If I'm being properly compensated I'm not against taking on work. Assuming it's not a problem for Orion. Valkyrie, would you be accompanying me on this little outing?"
"Take Tanith." I interrupted. "I agree to you having backup, but Val would be better served going with D.B and company. She knows them all better than Tanith does, and I'll feel better if she has some kind of combat capable backup."

He paused for a moment, then nodded. The subtext that Val was my Queen and therefore my strongest fighter was easy to read between the lines. Before Dumbledore could accept though, I cut him off. "If you're hiring my people though, I want to come with you on your investigation. You've seen that I can handle myself. I hate sitting around."

"Very well." He said with a sigh. "I can respect that. Given your generosity in letting me utilize your resources I'd be happy to bring you along." He beamed at us. "I thank you for your hospitality, and the delicious meal. Mr. Black, is tomorrow at half past three agreeable to you? For our departure."

He made small talk for a while, but eventually excused himself after the rest of the house had already retired. I said my goodbyes to my friends and my mother and uncle, then made my way up to the wing with the guest rooms.

When I entered mine though, I was surprised to find it occupied. Well, not that surprised, my girls were affectionate. The bigger shock was that there was only one person in it, waiting for me in bed.

Daphne was lying on her side, wearing a ruby red corset that reminded me of our first time. Her bottom half was uncovered, thick pale ass pointed at the door as she rested her head on her palm, forming a delicious line with her body. When I entered, she looked back over her shoulder seductively. "Oh, hello, I must be in the wrong room. Apologies, I can go if you like."

I walked over to the bed, looming over her hungrily. Despite her cool exterior, I could see the hunger in her eyes as she bit her lip, looking me over.

My hand fell to one of her smooth, curvy cheeks, and her eyes fluttered for a moment, before I drew back my hand and slapped it, drawing a low moan from my girlfriend as her bodacious booty meat caved in under my smack, the skin turning a red not unlike the corset she was wearing.

I reached down to rub it gently. "I don't think so." I all but purred. "You're in my bed. When a woman climbs into a man's bed there are certain…expectations. Especially when they're waving around ass like this." My hand slid between her thick thighs, getting a quiet whine as they skimmed over her soaking pussy. "Lay on your stomach."

She did, rolling over without question, her perfect fat ass exposed fully to the air, tantalizing me. Reaching through a circle into the bathroom of my room back home, I pulled out a bottle I'd grown familiar with.

"So you come in here." I said conversationally. "No pants on. Ass hanging out for me to ogle. I feel like you might have had a plan for what your night would be like. What were you expecting to happen?"

She swallowed hard. "I wasn't expecting anything. I just wanted to see you. I was worried after last night. You ran off with Val and the headmaster and barely even mentioned it to us."

My hand caved in an ivory ass cheek again and she let out a strangled grunt. "Wrong. Try again."

"I was jealous." She admitted. "I want to be the one who goes with you to solve problems. I wanted to remind you what you were missing. Show you what I had that you needed. I wanted you to want me." I slapped her ass again and she whined. "What? I was telling the truth."

I dumped the bottle over her backside, letting the oil slowly slide down her reddened skin. "I know." I said as I put it back and started kneading the slick liquid into her cheeks. "I just wanted to make sure both sides turned that pretty red before I gave you what you asked for. Unless you want me to stop?"

"No." She said breathlessly. "It feels good. The oil is warm. It makes my skin tingle. Are you going to use my butt again? I love when you do it to me like that."

I smacked her oily cheek. "You want me to fuck you in the ass princess?"

"Not yet." She whined. "All of them have assholes. I want you to do it the way only I can. Use it for me right."

I chuckled. "You love this part don't you. You going to touch yourself while I do it?"

"Please?" She almost wailed. "I want to feel it." I agreed, then reached down to unbutton my pants.

Daphne had developed quite a few interesting kinks, but as expected of a girl so competitive she developed a bowling ball booty out of jealousy for a thick classmate, she was obsessed with doing things for me the other girls couldn't. She'd noticed my fondness for booty ages ago, and had done plenty of research on ass play. Enough that she had come to focus on a very special act that she believed show her superiority over my other lovers.

I groaned as I slid my cock between her oiled up cheeks, not fucking her ass, but hot dogging it between warm oily flesh as I started to slide it in and out. Daphne wriggled twisted and writhed, not enough to shake me loose, but in a way that made it feel ten times better. I could feel the tingle she mentioned, and the warm, slick friction from her expert buttjob really wasn't like anything else I'd ever felt.

My fingers dug into her cheeks as I fucked them, groaning under my breath at the sensation as her hand blurred between her legs, rubbing her clit as I pleasured myself with her cushy rump. My breathing god heavier, and hers became more urgent. "Iside." She said in a strangled murmur. "I need it."

Adjusting my hips, I didn't hesitate before driving myself down at an angle, penetrating her asshole like we both knew I was always going to do.

Daphne loved a buttjob, but she still craved me inside her. We'd never managed to finish a hotdogging session without it ending with a buttfucking and she wailed with satisfied delight as I stuffed her asshole between one blink and the next.

The warm tingle of the oil mixed with tight heat of her back door almost finished me off, but I powered through, fucking into her in long deep thrusts, my hips impacting her thick booty as I impaled her. I grabbed her hair, yanking back her head as I whispered in her ear. "This what you wanted princess? Is this the kind of attention you need?"

"Yes!' She wailed. "I love it! Tell me you love it too! Tell me I have the most wonderful arse you've ever used. Tell me I'm special!"

I nipped at her ear, speeding up my fucking. I felt her body vibrate, hand still flickering on her clit as I pounded her round ass. "Your ass is fucking paradise baby. You knew I couldn't resist it."

"Granger would never let you do this." She hissed. "You can never have her arse like you have mine. I'll let you do things to it she never would!" I chuckled at the change of subject, rolling my eyes when she couldn't see at her inferiority complex over her nerdy PAWG rival. But I kept fucking, whispering reassurance in her ear as I used her thicc rear.

I couldn't resist some teasing though. I slipped my arms around her lags and hooked them behind her neck, picking her up and carrying her to the mirror. She loved looking at herself when we fucked. No embarrassment or shame, just raw lust. "Aren't you the pretty one." I cooed. "My perfect pureblood buttslut."

She nodded eagerly. "That's right. Pureblood arse is what you need. Muggleborn buttfucking isn't going to give you this kind of pleasure." Her hand went faster. "I wish she was here to see it." She whined, eyes fluttering. "See what you do to my arse. Learn what it takes to please a man like mine."

That was a surprise. I knew Daphne had some issues being bisexual, but I hadn't really considered she might want to fuck Hermione. "What if I give you permission to try?" I asked with a grin. "To see if you can get her on my dick just once. Would you like that?"

She nodded breathlessly, mind not even functioning. "Want her to sit on my face." She moaned. "Want to see if my tongue fits up that fat arse even with that stick jammed up there."

The admission seemed to be the last straw, and she stiffened in my grip, cunt locking up and spraying as he ass rippled around me. I finished with a long groan, emptying my balls inside her, then stumbled back over to plop down on the bed. I wondered if she would remember admitting that in the morning.

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