November 20th , 2012, Gringotts, Diagon Alley, London, 10:00 AM BST

Four days. Four days until the first task, and we were still digging into what the fuck it WAS. Amelia was pretty insistent we at least APPEAR to be fair about this, and apparently they'd decided to sandbag setup until like…the day before, because it was already late getting started.

Luckily, I wasn't the only one looking into it, and I'd arranged for my girls to do their digging while Sirius and I made our way into the depths of Gringotts to retrieve something we were now ninety percent sure was in the Black vault. A horcrux.

Dumbledore and Val had been working out the kinks in our detection systems, and after much trial and error, had officially confirmed Gringotts as we'd suspected. After that it was a matter of taking the cart down to a bunch of different vaults with the detector active until they'd narrowed it down and, finally, Sirius had confirmed that the Black vault was near all the areas where feedback happened.

Now Sirius and I were in the bowels of the goblin bank, standing just inside the Black vault, and I was kind of blown away by the sheer wealth on display. "Jesus christ." I said in wonder. "There's literal mountains of gold in here. HOW do you have this much money?"

"Starting to regret letting me take back the Lordship?" He said with a laugh. "All this could have been yours."

I snorted. "I'm good. I'm perfectly fine with my own vault. Even if I can't swim in it like fucking scrooge mcduck." At his strange look, I rolled my eyes. "Old tv character. Cartoon duck with a giant vault full of gold coins he liked to swim around , I need my hands free, so why don't you show me which way to the horcrux."

My uncle rolled his eyes before reaching into his pocket. He removed an amulet on a chain that I hadn't seen before. The amulet itself was a sphere of glass with a metal arrow floating in the center, glowing dully as it spun in lazy circles.

As soon as it was out, the light flared, and the arrow snapped around, stopping dead with its point off into the distance to the southwest. "Nice. Kind of wish we could've brought the others."

Sirius shook his head. "Not worth the risk. If the horcrux starts some kind of magical attack, it's going to trigger the vault's defenses. Not the goblin wrought ones either. The inside of this vault has been warded up the arse over the years. They'll ignore us because we have Black blood, but anyone else who followed us in would be a target."

"So." I said as we walked. "You going to be going to this Yule Ball with Val? I know you didn't do the Halloween thing, but the Yule ball is a bigger event, and there'll be more older people there."

He frowned at me. "Why? Did she ask about it? Because she didn't say anything to me."
"I'm her King." I said bluntly. "I'm in charge of her. Despite what she might call you in bed, I'm closer to being her dad than you are." I snickered at his flush. "Well, I guess her actual dad would be closer than that. You met her parents yet?"

He grimaced. "Not yet. She's worried how they'll take it. The age gap isn't a problem for Wizards, we tend to live longer anyway."

"Plus emotionally you're basically a teenager, which makes you even younger than her." He shot me a two finger salute and I snickered before getting back on track. "But if you're serious about her you'll need to meet them eventually. Probably best if the first time they meet you isn't when you show up asking for permission to propose. Plus you don't LOOK that old. The elixir really took some years off. You could pass for late twenties."

"That's true." He said with a contemplative look. "They don't know me and they aren't wizards. With the way I look there's no reason for them to ask about it. Val's sorcerer friends won't care. Tanith is like two hundred or something, and Skullduggery is older than Dumbledore."

I chuckled. Despite all the hassle, he'd never dropped any hints about wanting to end things. My uncle was head over heels for Val, and it seemed pretty mutual. I was reassured, which was good, because we'd stopped in front of a particularly large pile of gold and were staring up at it along the line of the arrow.

"Well, we found it. Now which fucking object IS it?" I asked in annoyance. "Swords, cups, jewels coins, there's about a thousand different random ass items in that pile." I reached down and picked up a cup. "Think it's this?" I moved it around but the arrow didn't budge. "Nope, probably the holy grail." I tossed it over my shoulder into another pile with a clink.

Laughing, Sirius climbed up the pile, gold coins slipping like loose dirt as he ascended the stack. He followed the arrow, until he finally came to a specific object. "Hey, come up here and check this out?" I floated off the ground, wings spread as I flew up to sit behind him and look over his shoulder. "Show-off." He sniped.

I rolled my eyes and focused on the item he was indicating. "A honey badger?" I asked incredulously. "I guess Voldemort doesn't give a fuck."

"I don't know what that means." He said bluntly. "But I think this cup might be an heirloom. Something that belonged to Hufflepuff. The woman, not the house. Founder's relics are hard to come by. I could definitely see Voldemort using one for a soul storage device." He drew his wand, gently tapping the cup…but not gently enough.

Reaching out, I snatched the back of his shirt and yanked him off the pile as the cup exploded into a rain of identical drinking vessels, which all rained down from above us like a swarm of golden meteors.

"Shit!" I snapped as I wove through the air. "This is why we don't TOUCH cursed artifacts!"

"Oi!" Snapped my uncle as we jerked back and forth through the air. "I was an Auror you brat. Not for LONG, but still, I've forgotten more about cursed artifact handling than you've ever known!"

"Maybe next time try fucking REMEMBERING some of it then!" I snarled as I dropped into a dive, barely missing a wave of seemingly animated cups. Sadly, they didn't keep attacking en masse, they started collecting in the air, the gold melting together into a molten blob. In the center, I could briefly see one solid cup (presumably the real one) amidst the melting metal, at least for a moment before it was swallowed up.

The metallic mass warped and shifted until it finally settled into the shape of a huge golden dragon statue, which let out a cacophonous roar.

"Ok, well that's just bullshit!" I snarled at the thing. "Also it's so derivative. He already did that shadow dragon thing at the sea cave. Unoriginal bastard." I yelped and dove sideways, avoiding the massive golden tail as it tried to smash me out of the air.

Sirius snorted. "It's fine. It just attacked a Black. Watch and learn."

Around us, the world went still. Silent and cold as the grave, the lights in the chamber dimmed, a chill wind blowing through the piles. From the golden mountains, ghosts emerged, mostly on horseback. They bucked and neighed as they surrounded the monster. As I watched, they drew small spears, hurling them at the beast, chains running from the backs.

The spear points dug in, and the horses and riders turned and rode, yanking the chains taut and the dragon into a trapped, spread eagled state. They didn't have to show me twice, I cast Asclepius, a serpent diving toward the spot I'd seen the cup. It hit the gold and started melting through, but the monster roared and jerked one arm, and several of the ghostly warriors went flying.

With an unearthly wail, specters emerged from the walls higher up, swooping down to harry the monster as I prepared another serpent and sent it winging after the dragon. I'd missed the cup with the first shot, and the second appeared to miss it too. It must be moving.

I closed my eyes, letting myself get lost in the silence. My instincts could help, they always steered me right. I waited, listening, feeling, and then, I got a twinge of…something.

I flicked my wand, sending Asclepius out again, smashing through the leg from what I saw when I opened my eyes. The serpent emerged with a cup in its jaws, a surprisingly sturdy, non melting cup. I willed it back, and the snake turned and carried to to me even as the dragon just…stopped.

"Wow." i said as I caught the cup. "I guess the golden dragon statue is just part of the decor." I squinted at it. "I kind of like it, honestly. What do you think?"

We'd set down on a large pile of gold, and my uncle was trying to get his balance and glare at me at the same time. Walking and chewing gum were not part of his skills apparently, because when he glared he seemed to slip. I let him slide down the coins, meeting him at the bottom, and tried not to laugh too loud at his misfortune.

Scowling, he brushed off his robes. "It's fine." He said distractedly. "Not sure what it's worth, and we might need to have a cursebreaker look at it."

I held up the cup, peering at it suspiciously. "This thing seems…underwhelming. I'm a little disappointed. I know he has a hogwarts boner, but a badger cup? He couldn't have gotten Hufflepuffs like…dagger or something?"

"Or her bra." Said Sirius with a snicker. "Historically she's noted to have a rack like a twelve point buck."

I smirked. "I'm telling Val you were drooling over ancient medieval titties."

We both laughed as I dropped the cup through a circle and into an out of the way chamber we'd prepared for just such an occasion. "Anyway, do you want to hit one of the Bistros in the alley?" He said casually. "I head Dejonnes has a new tasting menu, and we're here anyway."

Heading back to the entrance, I looked back as the lights went out, not that it impeded my vision at all. The ghosts were fleeing back into the piles. I wondered if they were bound to individual items or somehow bound into the whole pile. Or maybe there were symbols on the floor or something. Whatever the case, they vanished as quickly as they'd come.

We took the goblin cart back to the surface, and were heading for the bistro, when a familiar figure stepped from the shadows. I was surprised to see a harried looking Daphne, Suzie behind her. "Ryan!" Wailed my redhead as she crashed into me. "Oh, it's terrible. I had no idea they would be so cruel. How can they expect you to survive?"

I blinked at her in confusion before turning to Daphne, who grimaced a bit, but also looked worried as hell. "We found out what the first task is." She said grimly. "You have four days to prepare, but it won't be easy."

"What is it?" I asked, imagining manticores or basilisks or something. But somewhere, deep down, i knew that wasn't it. I'd been given a hint, somehow, and I knew deep down what she'd say.

"Dragons." Daphne announced in a dark tone. "They've got the champions going up against DRAGONS." Yup, just like I'd expected. Oddly though, I wasn't scared. I'd never faced a real dragon, but I'd faced one of darkness and one of gold. I could handle a meat dragon. Maybe when I was done I could make it into a snack. Whatever happened, I knew I'd win. And I was damned excited to figure out how.

November 24th , 2012, Hogwarts, Scotland, 1:00 PM BST

Today was the day. The first task. The day I had to slay a fucking DRAGON. Ok, actually not really. I had been repeatedly told NOT to slay the dragon. Suzie had reminded me, Daphne had reminded me, Tracey had reminded me. I was not allowed to kill the dragon, even if it was definitely going to try to kill me.

"This is such a bad idea." Panicked Suzie as she paced around the tent. Dumbledore had convinced the other Champions to allow friends back to see us before we went out. "Why did you have to get THAT dragon? A Ukrainian Ironbelly? They're huge, the biggest dragon species around. What if it eats you?"

"Then I give it indigestion." I said with a calming smile. "Don't forget who you're talking to. I'm a devil, and I've been trained by the best. I already have an idea of how to minimize line of sight and downplay the breath angle. I got this."

Val snorted. "And if he doesn't I'll batter down the shield and kick its scaly arse. Speaking of which, how is your necromancy?"

"How is that speaking of anything you just mentioned?" I laughed. "But it's fine. I've been recharging. It'll be a while before I'm in a position to destroy any more Horcruxes, but it's enough for the plan I have today."

She snorted. "I was talking about kicking arse. That's how it was speaking of which. I'm a badarse necromancer. Anyway, just be careful. It'll be super embarrassing if I have to come save you."

Laughing, I turned to the tent entrance. They'de taken everyone out one at a time. First Krum, then Fleur, and finally, Harry. Now I was just waiting my turn, preparing for the big moment. My blood was pounding, palms sweaty. I was about to fight a dragon. The BIGGEST dragon. I'd never been more excited in my life.

Doing magic, fighting monsters, banishing ghosts. It was all cool, but it was new. I didn't really have dreams of being a devil or fighting a giant lake troll. This though, this was the kind of shit I'd fantasized about as a kid.

Finally, they called my name, and I turned to smile at my girls. "Wish me luck." I said with a wink. Daphne grabbed my face and kissed me senseless, and I laughed as she let me go and turned around, slap that museum quality ass for luck as she squeaked sexily. My girl knew what I needed.

Then I was out the tent flaps, emerging into the campground where I was met by a pretty dark haired hufflepuff girl with a middle eastern cast to her features and a reassuring smile. We chatted a bit as she led me to the stadium, and we stopped outside. I bid her goodbye and she scurried off while I waited for the gate to open. The announcers were calling my name inside, informing the crowd of what I was up against, there was lots of cheering.

When the gate finally came up, I strolled into the stadium like the gods gift to the world, head high and back straight. Fake it til you make it, and I needed everyone to see what a badass I was if Amelia was going to get that association buzz. When I made it inside, the gate slammed shut behind me as if they dropped it full force. I made myself ignore it, not jumping at all, but I didn't love the haunted house style door close.

I glanced around at the stadium, shocked at the sheer number of people in the stands, all their voices raised in a single undulating roar of approval. The sound had mashed together so thoroughly I couldn't make out words, the noise becoming almost a physical thing as it slammed into me.

People write stories about stadiums all the time. They talk about all sorts of stuff in those books, the smell, the sound, the sight. How overwhelming it is to the senses and how small it makes you feel. But the one thing no book ever mentions is the FEEL. The shake of the cacophony rumbling through the dirt under my feet, the sheer mass of sound coming together to create a miniature manmade earthquake.

I greeted them with a smile, then drew my wand. I flicked it in a complicated series of gestures, and then let my wings out. I'd been circle spying on the contestants as they did their thing, and Krum, had turned himself into some kind of man gazelle to dodge the blasts of fire, so transfiguration was nothing new.

Everyone assumed my wings were made by magic, and so they didn't question them, I was relieved part one of the plan was going well as I turned to face my enemy.

The Ukrainian Ironbelly was definitely a big motherfucker. I'd assumed big meant like…the size of a bus. This thing was more like the size of a fucking 747. It was colossal, a towering monument of 'bitch I eat people' and it did not seem pleased to see me.

When the announcer finished calling for the event to start, I took off into the air, floating up about a hundred feet. I was about eye level with the big bastard, but I was a ways away from the head, so it wasn't enough to get its attention. Grinning, I brandished my wand, and then I started cutting.

Cutting curses rained down from the sky, not attacking the dragon, but slamming into the dirt, dicing up the hard ground into giant chunks of rock.

Once that was done, I flexed my will and began casting levitation. One, two, seven, fifteen, giant ass boulders floated up into the air, littering the sky between me and the dragon with earthy distractions. I landed on the nearest one, making sure they were all stable, then I began my plan.
Disillusioning myself, I used my necromancy to create a clone, sending it forward to dart in between the boulders, hiding in shadows as I drifted down below the field of floating rocks and slowly, soundlessly approached the dragon.

Above me, I saw its head duck and weave as it tried to follow my clone like a drunk bobblehead in a hurricane. I slipped between its legs, slowly circling out to one side to locate the golden egg I'd been sent for…and that's when things went wrong.

Somehow, the damned lizard detected my presence, whirling its head to stare down at where I was. It opened its mouth to breath fire at me, so I reached up for the magic levitating the rocks and I jerked it hard at the dragon.

A fucking hail of rocks converged on its open mouth, though only some went in, the rest floated around it like some kind of stone minefield. It gagged, glowing rock dribbling from its clogged throat as it convulsed, smoke billowing from the edges, but it wasn't done, it turned to try to smash me with its head. I dove backwards and up, feet finding purchase on the nearest, lowest rock.

Pushing off, I dispersed the clone, letting the disillusionment stay, but reforming the necromancy into a giant fist, which I hauled back and smashed into the head of the choking dragon. As it stumbled away in a daze, i dove for the egg, dodging flying rocks, and grabbed it up.

Leaping onto the nearest rock, I bolted forward, hopping from stone to stone, running a path in the air. The dragon was able to recover, hacking up molten stone at last, and started blasting away at me, destroying the rocks even as I leapt off them. I felt the currents of superheated air buffet my back as I ran, singing my ass and throwing me forward as I rode the explosions.

My instincts were in full swing, and I leapt to one side, taking a different path now and then to avoid a blast, my mouth stretched in a massive grin. I flicked my wand at the ground, raising another field of rocks to replace the ones I'd hurled at the dragon, and the varying altitudes gave me cover as I wove my way through the multi path field, just like I'd hoped.

I was fast as hell (no pun intended) and with my wings, I could push myself through the air that extra little bit faster. The dragon screeched and snapped, trying to snatch me up in its massive jaws, and I rolled and jumped, sometimes using the necro hand to smack it for a loop when it gave me an opening.

Sadly, my perfect run wasn't meant to be. One of the rocks was a bit warped from the heat and the small amount of give made me slip, losing my footing and tumbling off the stone. I caught myself in the air in seconds, but it was enough time for the head to lash out at me. I was barely able to move out of the way of the jaws, but the forehead smashed me flying, and my head went fuzzy at the impact.

I landed on the nearest surface to reorient…but it was the dragon, and I was forced to use a sticking charm to glue my feet to the scale beneath me so I didn't get thrown off. It threw its head side to side and roared its outrage, but it couldn't shake me. I could see the hateful yellow eye less than ten feet ahead, the orb as tall as my whole body.

And then I realized…fucking dragons were weak in the eyes. Suzie had done a ton of research to help, and despite their hide and bones being night indestructible, dragon eyes weren't that sturdy. I grinned, raised my wand and pointed it at the dragon's eye. It swung its head down, probably tring to smash me into the ground, but it was far too late. I roared. "STUPEFY!"

A jet of red light as big around as a fucking basketball blasted out, all my intent behind it, and smashed into the monster's eye. It froze, not breathing, not roaring, not even twitching, and then its eye rolled up and it dropped. I cancelled the sticking charm, letting it fall to the ground as I floated over it.

I held up my golden egg, and the roar of approval from the crowd was a thing of fucking beauty. Tucking it back under my arm, I turned and floated towards the exit. I casually cancelled the levitations (possibly pelting the dragon with rocks, but it wasn't like it would notice or care) and then touched down at the gate, waiting for it to open.

The announcer called out my scores, which were all between eight and ten, and I waited calmly for them to fawn over me enough to be satisfied. The gate opened, and I headed back to the tent, where my girls had undoubtedly watched the whole thing through a circle like I had.

Suzie hit me like a battering ram, squeezing me until I thought my ribs might snap, and Daphne was right behind me, beaming in pride. Seras nodded appreciatively, and Val gave me a respectful grin. "I am pleased to say." I announced happily. "That I did NOT kill the dragon. But I definitely made it my bitch."

"Don't tempt fate." Said Seras solemnly. "Next thing you know you'll end up with a dragon girl."

"You watch too much hentai." I informed her. "But fine, knock on wood for me." She rapped on a tentpole and we all laughed. "So." I said after we calmed down. "How about we got find Fleur and treat her to some food. Casting shit tons of magic always makes me tired and hungry."

Suzie smiled sweetly, snagging my arm in hers, and dragged me off to look for our Veela. As we passed the crowd, I couldn't help but grin to myself. Maybe this tournament hadn't been such a lame idea after all.

November 24th , 2012, Hogwarts, Scotland, 8:00 PM BST

"Mate, that was bloody phenomenal!" Crowed Ron as we all sat at the table in the great hall. I'd managed to convince Dumbledore to let me use it for a private celebration, but private had become public pretty quick. With Harry and Fleur coming, we'd invited Krum too, and the contingents from the other schools had just shown up on their own. "I knew your levitation charms were top notch, but that was wicked!"

I shrugged modestly. Well, what I was pretty sure modesty was supposed to look like, I wasn't super familiar with the real thing. "I just played to my strengths."

"Some of which we didn't even know you had." Chirped Hermione excitedly. "That wing transfiguration was fascinating. They seemed to give you some sort of hovering ability without even flapping. I'd love to study those sometime."

I chuckled in faux embarrassment. "No can do. Suzie made that spell. She's still fine tuning it but she's planning to submit it for her mastery." That shut Hermione right up. Mastery submissions were intensely private, and even Hermione understood that they weren't to be pried into.

Obviously Suzie was NOT going to submit a nonexistent wing spell for her Mastery, but that was four years away, and I doubted Hermione would remember this conversation when the time came.

Seras smiled over at Fleur. "He wasn't the only one who was impressive."

"She's right." Gushed Hermione. "I can't believe you managed to bewitch an adult nesting mother with a single spell. I thought for sure the sleep charm would fail once you got the egg. You must be either tremendously talented or absurdly powerful. Or both."

"Well I thought Harry was more impressive." Sniffed Gabi as she tried to hide her smirk. She leaned over and wrapped her arms around my cousin, giving her a peck on the cheek. "He was masterful with that broomstick."

Tracey gave her a look so innocent butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. "You a big fan of how Harry handles a broom Gabi? I'm sure he'd be happy to let you take a ride on his broomstick."

Gabi, somehow still mostly innocent despite having Fleur for a sister, bit her lip. "I'm not sure. It's certainly big enough for me to mount, but I'm not sure I'd be comfortable. Not to mention he goes so fast, I don't know if I could take it. I think I'd need to wait until we were together longer." She shot Harry a nervous smile. "I hope you don't mind, but it'll take a lot of trust before I'm ready to do that with you."

I grimaced as Tracey tried desperately not to burst into diabolic gales of laughter. Harry's face was bright red. And Fleur was pinching the bridge of her nose while the rest of my gang of immature idiots snickered at poor sweet Gabi.

She looked lost, and I rolled my eyes. "Gabrielle, most of what you just said was a double entendre. All those comments could be taken in a sexual way."

Her face brightened as she got it. "Oh, I'm so silly, my mistake." She shot Harry a reassuring smile. "Please do not worry. We will be having sex long before I'm comfortable as a passenger on your broomstick."

Herry choked, and Ron had to pound him on the back to get him breathing as his pumpkin juice went down the wrong pipe. Sometimes Gabi seemed too innocent for words, but I definitely couldn't forget she was Fleur's sister. She might be reserved and friendly with strangers, but apparently she wasn't shy about showing affection to her man.

The rest of us DID laugh this time, and Harry's face was so dark red it was almost purple, though he didn't look like he minded the embarrassment one bit.

I turned to Krum. "So, how about you Vik? You happy with your performance? I heard you used a Conjunctivitis curse to blind yours. I ended up using a variation of that eye thing myself. I should be thanking you for the hint."

He shook his head. "They let the rest of us watch the competitors after us. I saw your showing. That stunning charm was more powerful than anything I've ever seen. It takes ten wizards to subdue a dragon, and you did it on your own with a single spell. That isn't even counting your masterful charms work. I've never seen a cutting curse used so skillfully, nor a levitation charm that powerful."

I grinned. "I have a knack for those two spells. Like I told Ron, I believe in playing to my strengths. So, what do you guys think the next task will be? Maybe we have to make a giant golden omelette?"

"Doubtful." Said Krum wryly. "I opened my egg earlier. It is empty, save for the ungodly wailing of some kind of horrible creature."

I frowned. That didn't sound like much to go on. The eggs were clues, but some illegible…actually, now that I thought about it that might not be a bad thing. If the wailing was some kind of secret language or something, I could understand it. My devil gift for translation made that kind of thing a non issue for me. Of course, it also made it a non issue for Fleur.

Shooting my Veela a challenging look, I was pleased to see her eyes fiery with excitement. Also lust. No matter how this went down, we were going to fuck like animals when the winner was decided. It was important for couples to do things together.
"I must say." Said the wizened voice of Dumbledore. "This event has certainly taken shape quickly. Your social acumen surpasses my expectations, Mr. Black."

"It does not." I said with a laugh. "This was all Daphne. My girl can plan a party with one hand and conquer the world with the other." I shot my her a wink and she blushed happily. Suzie beamed at us both, leaning in to give our favorite big booty blonde a kiss.

He gave that doting grandpa smile I was convinced he practiced in the mirror. "And modest too. My, the young ladies you've chosen to share your heart with are certainly lucky. I suspect your uncle is quite proud of your romantic accomplishments."

"Please." Snorted Seras. "If anything we accomplished him. It wasn't that hard, he'll pounce on anything with tits or fat arse." She blushed when she noticed all of us looking. "Sorry." She said sheepishly. "But it's true."

"Excuse me." I snapped back. "It's NOT true."

She glanced down at her expansive cleavage, then over to Susan's voluminous bust, then down at Daphne's ass, then at Fleur's hourgrass figure. Even Hermione's mountainous rump got a quick side eye.

"Be that as it may." Laughed Dumbledore. "I too wanted to congratulate you on a tremendous feat of magical expression. Your use of basic spells to devastating effect does me proud. Today, you proved that it is the skill and tenacity of the wizard that decide what one can accomplish, rather than the depth or complexity of knowledge."

I beamed at him. "Thanks professor. That means a lot coming from you. You don't have to get fancy to find the right tools for the job."

"I wholeheartedly agree." He said with a warm smile. "Now, I will leave you young people to your revelry. I'd expect Madame Maxime and Miss Romanoff to pay you a visit to extend their congratulations." He paused. "Actually, might I steal you for a moment, Ryan? I had something to discuss."

His sudden change of heart made me pretty sure I knew what he wanted, but he'd been nice enough to let me hold the party, so I decided to follow him. I nodded to the others and then got up to trail him to the edge of the great hall. He stepped through a false spot on the wall and into the hidden alcove I used for teleporting these days.

"So, what's up? I asked, playing dumb. "Here to critique my cutting curses?"

"You used too much intent and didn't steer them properly." He said absently. "But no, I am here to issue a warning."

I sighed. "I know how to handle women, professor. I already guessed you might be warning me about Natasha. I'm fine."

"You must remain cautious." He warned worriedly. "Natasha Romanoff is…a formidable woman. She specializes in finding talented young wizards and…guiding them. She's beautiful, and deadly, and her attention is singular and overwhelming. She's an intoxicating lure for proud headstrong young men like yourself."

I sighed. "I'm not stupid. I realize that she's playing some kind of long game. It's not like she's planning to sleep with me."

"She almost certainly is." He said bluntly. "Natasha is fanatical in her pursuit of cultivating assets. If you make it known to her that your regard is contingent on sexual favors, she will perform such acts on you as your brain can scarcely comprehend. There is no limit to how aggressively she will pursue someone of your potential."

"But why?" I all but shouted. "Why does she want me? Just because I'm strong?"

He nodded. "Very much so. Natasha makes her way in the world by helping wizards and witches of talent meet their potential. It is why she became deputy headmistress of Durmstrang. She is much older than she looks, as she regains her youth through the imbibing of the elixir of life. She trained Nicholas, in fact. She is wily, and focused, and a brilliant witch."

"Wait…she's older than FLAMEL? Isn't he married?" My mind was kind of blown right now.

"He does, Perenelle was another of Natasha's students. She arranged their marriage." He saw the look on my face and said solemnly. "Do NOT underestimate Natasha Romanoff, Ryan. Back in turn of the century Russia, they had a nickname for her. They called her Baba Yaga. The iron hag, because her heart was dark and heavy as cold iron."

I was aware of the ancient Russian folk…well hero was the wrong word. Baba Yaga was a powerful witch who lived in a house that ran on chicken legs. It was shocking to know I'd met her.

Oddly, the whole ancient witch thing didn't bother me sexually. She might be a GILF, but she kept it tight. If anything, the chance to have her as my Bishop was exciting. I'd been waffling on offering the position to Lily, but having Baba Yaga take the final piece would be a huge feather in my cap.

Seeing my interest, he sighed. "I do not know why I expected any different outcome. Simply think on it?" He pleaded. "She is very dangerous, and I do not consider her interest in you healthy. Watch your back, as would say."

"I'd say watch your ass." I said kindly. "But I'll take the gesture as it was meant. I appreciate the worry. I'll be careful."

"The best I might hope for, I suppose." He chuckled. "Now please, go and enjoy your victory celebration. It was well earned." With a smile and a clap on my shoulder he turned and strode through the wall. I took a second to compose myself and followed, rejoining my friends.

I grinned at them. "Sorry, Dumbledore needed measurements for the parade. I'm going to be dressed up on the float." I winked and Tracey, Hannah, and Seras laughed. No one else seemed to get it. We got lost in talking for a while, but eventually I felt a tap on my shoulder. "May we talk?" Asked Natasha.

Maybe I could have resisted if Dumbledore hadn't talked to me. Maybe I was too contrary to my own good. Or maybe the very visible fact that Natasha wasn't wearing so much as dental floss under that dress was too much for me to take, but I got up and followed that soft wobbling ass as she walked away. Maybe Seras had a point about my preferences.

November 24th , 2012, Hogwarts, Scotland, 9:00 PM BST (nsfw warning. Tags: hardcore sex, dirty talk, seduction)

I followed the pillowy dumptruck ass of Natasha Romanoff down the hall at a leisurely pace. With a view like that, there was no reason to hurry. Her cheeks were full and thick with a core of muscle that made them tighten and ripple like silk covered bowling balls, some kind of magical miracle substance that wobbled and flexed at the same time, and I had to say it was a mouthwatering sight.

"Are you enjoying the view?" She chuckled over her shoulder as she looked back, giving me her face in seductive profile that had to be intentional.

I grinned without looking at her. "Only as much as you're enjoying showing it to me. Nobody goes commando under a dress that tight without expecting some eyes on her caboose." She put a bit of a shimmy in her next step making that fabulous booty bounce in ways that defied the laws of physics and probably at least some decency laws too.

"Don't be silly." She purred enticingly. "I don't own any underwear."

We stopped, stepping into a classroom, and I finally met her eyes. Hungry, predatory. "You're certainly being a bit more aggressive than you were before."

She shrugged languidly. "You were a boy earlier. Boys like to chase. Wave a little meat at them and then bend over and let them mount you. A bit of flattery about how I never do this but you're so irresistible I couldn't help it. But that's only mortals. I've been around the block a few times, as I'm sure Albus warned you. And I know what has wings like that."

I blinked, face closing down as my gaze hardened. "Are you threatening me, by any chance?"

She rolled her eyes. "A boy after all, though a devil as well. No, darling. I simply recognize that tempting a devil requires different tactics. Your kind are slaves to your sins. I don't need to let you puff yourself up and grudgingly succumb to your charms. Devils don't care about the chase. They care about the fuck."

"And you think you're a good enough fuck to…what? Enslave me?" I chuckled at her. "You're sexy, but I've got a Veela. Somehow I doubt you're better than Fleur. Human pussy just doesn't compare." Devil pussy did, though it wasn't completely equal, not that I'd tell my girls that.

Smirking, she leaned back against the wall, crossing her thick thighs. "But can she use it properly? Does she know how to ride a cock like a champion equestrian? Does she know how to slurp your dick like fine sorbet? Can she lick your spunk out of the sloppy little cunts of those thirsty little sluts you surround yourself with? I know how devils work, dear heart. You've got a pretty little harem, but you still use them like individuals don't you? I'll teach them how to please you in ways you can't imagine. Put those delicious bodies to work for their master the way they were meant for."

She glided forward, sinking to her knees and running her hands up my thighs to begin tugging at my belt. I groaned as she fumbled greedily at the knot and she cooed in approval as my pants slipped down and my cock popped out. She took a long, deep breath. "Oh darling, how thoughtful. You brought me a big fat snack." She licked down my cock like an ice cream cone, pressing a loud kiss to the head after.

"What do you want?" I rasped. "I don't care how good you suck my dick, if you want to hold my leash it's a no."

"So suspicious." She cooed. "As I said, I know how devils work. I came across one in my travels years ago. His King was gone, but he told me all about your species and their fun little tricks. You have so many pretty little things gravitating to you, I think you're a King yourself. You can think of this as my interview."

"What makes you think I-ohhh holy shit." My head fell back as she lunged forward, my cock sliding down her throat like a mouse being swallowed whole by a molten snake, and I groaned as her muscles clenched and writhed, milking my cock like she was jerking me off with her esophagus.

Her fingers dug into my ass as she violently shoved herself on and off me, adding friction to her rioting muscle stroking as she gagged and slobbered. Her eyes leaked tears and rolled up as she swallowed my knob like a champion sword swallower, fucking her pretty, regal face into a drooling sloppy mess as she licked and sucked and swirled her tongue, adding a third dimension of slut to the universe of slurp going on in that dirty mouth.

I felt my balls clench and briefly debated warning her or trying to hold out, but I wanted to see that nasty whorish expression she was putting on painted in a hot shade of white, so I just shoved my hips into her face, hands fisting in her hair as I reamed her fucking throat out as hard as she could take.

At the last second, I jerked back, and as she panted and gasped, I shot my load all over her high cheekbones, letting spurt after spurt cover her face and hair, leaving some to drip down over one of her bright green eyes.

"If you think that was an audition." I purred. "You have no clue what you're getting into. That's hole number one. I'll be a gentleman and go cunt to ass, now get up on a desk and hike your dress up." Shuddering, eyes still hazy, she staggered to her feet and over to a table, grabbing a piece of her slit dress and tearing, letting her colossal physics defying ass bounce free as she leaned forward to show her drooling, twitching cunt.

I slapped one of those magic cheeks and she whined, but I didn't continue. "Do you know what it means to serve a King?" I demanded.

"Da!" She babbled drunkenly. "I will serve, my lord. I will be yours. Make me immortal, allow me to serve you always. I've searched so long for a powerful wizard I can depend on. I will allow you into my heart, my soul, my cunt, anywhere you would enter me. Simply grace me with the power and immortality only you can bestow."

Honestly…this was probably a bad idea. She was older and more experienced, and clearly practiced at wrapping men around her finger, and herself around things that were a whole lot bigger. Of course, that realization might have been more meaningful if I wasn't balls deep in her devilish pussy.

The clap of my hips against her museum quality ass was like the snap that wakes you up from hypnosis, except I had silky drenched pussy gripping and tightening around my still sensitive cock when I woke up, and I was desperate for more.

I dug my fingers into her hips as I rutted her. "This doesn't mean I accept you." I grunted as I pounded her willing, eager pussy. "I'm still deciding. You have to take it all to get a chance."

"Da, my king!" She moaned. "All of it. I'll accept anything. I'll pay the cost of your favor with my obscene body. I'll be at your service. At your women's. I'll be your fuck doll to despoil at any time day or night. Experience me, my King. Avail yourself of my hole and enjoy its pleasures. It was made for a man like you. I've never been used like this before."

That was probably bullshit…but I didn't care. The springy compression of her soft but well muscled ass cheeks, the spongey, slurping grip of her twat, her submissive gleeful babble. She knew what I wanted, and she was giving it all up for me.

I felt myself getting close, her undulating, expert pussy grip dragging my orgasm closer every time I bottomed out. I didn't hold back, I didn't want to. I just let my balls empty deep in her cunt, enjoying her clenching, spasming orgasm as my cum battered the depths of snatch.

I didn't stop either. I kept fucking right through my orgasm, the ecstasy of her sloppy, writhing pussy making each thrust just shy of a nightmare, but I couldn't quit.

"Take, my, fucking, cock!" I snarled as I pounded her. "Little tease. You fucking needed this." I clenched up and came again, but I ignored the slight ache in my balls. She howled in another orgasm, and I felt my instincts guiding me. My hips shifting just a bit to drag the head of my cock over a spot she liked, knowing when to slap that ass or twist a nipple or suck her neck.

It was like being able to sight read music, and I felt her cunt start spasming harder. Her dirty talk was slipping, eyes glazing as she jabbered and drooled. She came on my dick, not once, but three times, vaginal, clitoral, and g-spot orgasms crashing into her all at once and her knees gave out, her legs spasming and twitching as her cunt showered the desk, the floor, and my aching balls with her squirting orgasm as she screamed unintelligibly. I didn't stop, didn't give her a single second of mercy. I just kept it up, kept pounding into her, deeper and harder and fast as I came yet again, and the agony of so many close together orgasms ALMOST made me stop.

But her pussy was too good. Hot and sloppy and welcoming as I pounded it into the right shape for me to have my fun with. I realized she must be physically enhanced, because I was pretty sure she'd have at least some sprains if she was a normal woman. She just took her fucking though, ecstatically wailing her approval as I dominated her.

I'd filled her womb so many times, made her pussy explode with orgasmic joy over and over, and I couldn't let it end there. I'd made a promise, and I was going to fucking make it true. I pulled out and slammed home into her twitching rectum, my cum and the sloppy sheen of pussy juice making it easier than expected to slide home.

Those fat ass cheeks clapped an applause as I used her asshole, groaning in joyful abandon at the contrast between her expert pussy and her almost painfully tight amatuer back door. She had a hand between her thighs, alternating between jilling off and trying to stuff my cum back into her ruined hole as she squealed on my invading dick, her other hand jerking and twisting her nipple viciously.

"Fuck this is a good ass." I groaned. "You're wasting it. You don't have any idea how to take a buttfucking. Looks like my girls are going to be training YOU. Expect it every night."

She gasped, barely coming back to cognizance. "I'm…yours?" She gasped. "You'll keep me?"

I slapped a bouncing cheek hard enough to leave a dark handprint. "You bet this sweet ass I am. You get to be my second bishop. But you'll be earning your keep from every one of my girls. Get ready to much a lot of rug, Natty."

"Yes, my King!" She hissed, eyes going manic. "I'll devour their sweet little pussies like a gourmet meal. I'll lick your seed from their battered holes. Fill my bottom, master, fill it with your hot essence and seal our contract. All three of my holes for ten thousand years in exchange for immortality, service for protection. Let me be yours."

My fingers tightened on her hips as I sped up. "Last one slut." I grunted. "Then you can get back on your knees to clean me off." I pounded away at her needy asshole until I felt myself getting close and then I hilted my cock in her beautiful, haunting ass and exploded in a painful but oh so delicious orgasm. Pulling out, I pushed her off the table and sat down as she lay limp on the floor. Finally, she got up and crawled over to me, shoving my cock back in her mouth. Now…how to explain this to the girls?

November 24th , 2012, Slytherin Dorms, Hogwarts, Scotland, 10:00 AM BST

I woke up in my own bed with a busty redhead, which wasn't exactly a new sensation, but the smooth pliant flesh of the bountiful ass under my hand told me clearly this wasn't my cinnamon roll. I smirked as I opened my eyes at the feel of a warm, wet mouth gliding down my cock. Natasha popped off me when my hand squeezed, then shot me a coy look. She was straddling my chest, which was how I was groping her ass.

"Good morning, my King." She purred. "You're already ready to have me again, I see?"

I chuckled, pushing her off me, and she rolled gracefully onto one side, the full frontal profile of her bare body displayed for me as she came to a stop in classic Titanic 'paint me like one of your french girls' position. "Maybe once we finish talking." I said with a smile. "Contrary to what you might have heard, promises made when I'm painting the inside of your cunt aren't legally binding. You put on a hell of an audition, but the interview isn't over."

She shrugged languidly, making her enormous breasts bounce in a way far too enticing to be a coincidence. "Do you wish to inspect my holes again, my King? They're prepared for your entry."

"Post nut clarity has pretty much set in." I laughed. "Maybe try with the logic instead of the seduction. I'm open to listening, but you need to convince me. Once THAT'S done I'll get back into your pussy."

This time the shrug was more casual. "If you like. Shall I get dressed?"

"No need." I grinned. "You're reminding me what I can have. So, get to your sales pitch. The non carnal part. First up, I need to know how you know about devils. You said you met one before? I know about your real identity, but still, not many people around who can make that claim." I paused. "It wasn't Vincent Van Ghoul was it?"

She chuckled. "It was. He and I have crossed paths several times. And before you ask, no, we didn't engage in any carnal activities. Vincent isn't the type to be swayed by such things, and I prefer my protege's…more vital."

"Cougar, got it." I said with a wink. "So, make your pitch. What do you bring to the table as a member of my peerage. I have a Bishop remaining, which is a pretty well suited piece to a legendary witch, but how do I know you won't go stray and try to kill me or something. Maybe you want to be a King yourself."

She shook her head. "I have no interest in a peerage of my own. I find and train young men and women of power so I can enjoy security. People like Nicholas allow me to extend my life in safety, but if I become a member of your peerage those goals are already achieved. Ten thousand years of youth, enough power to defend myself from anything, and access to a large group with more potential than you can imagine."

Her eyes were blazing. "I've spent my life training the best magic users in the world, molding them into powerful wizards and witches. Your peerage is full of young and talented casters I can mentor, even as I improve my own skills. This is the opportunity of a lifetime. I've become obsessed. The moment I saw you spread your wings during that task, I was lost, and seeing the power you wielded after…"

"So training, sex, and personal combat power." I said thoughtfully. "I won't claim I don't like the sound of some of those. But I just don't know if I can take the risk. You're good in bed, for sure, and Dumbledore considers you dangerous, which says a lot for you combat abilities. But I just don't KNOW you well enough to put my faith in you acting in my best interests for the next ten thousand years."

"I wouldn't expect you to." She nodded approvingly. "If you'd truly just accepted me into such an elite group with only sexual favors to sway your mind, I'd have questioned your intelligence. So, what would you need?"

I considered the question. "I'd need to ok it with my girls. Hell, with my whole peerage. Their opinion means a lot to me. I'd need some sort of guarantee, a magical contract or something, making it impossible for you to betray us. We can negotiate to make sure it restricts your freedom as little as possible outside of that, but that's a must have." I paused, looking over her body. I figured I might as well have a LITTLE fun. "And I want you to get the Black crest tattooed above your pussy. I AM still a devil, and I want it to be clear who you belong to."

She let out a low, sultry laugh. "Your thoughtfulness impresses me, but your possessiveness EXCITES me. I won't agree to a magical contract unilaterally, we'll need to draw something up that we can both agree to. As for the binding, I can take an unbreakable vow, provided the terms are fair."

"My Aunt is a lawyer. She specializes in magical law, so I can have her start the paperwork. Once we finish and its set in stone, I'll reincarnate you. Provided my girls are ok with it." I glanced over at the wall. "That sound ok with you?"

The nearly imperceptible circle open in the shadows enlarged, and Daphne and Suzie stepped through. Daphne looked pleased, and Suzie was blushing and trying to fix her hair. My Slytherin princess smiled at me. "How long did you know we were watching?"

"The whole time." I laughed. "You didn't even try to follow me to my room. One of you always sleeps in my bed. I expected Seras and Fleur to be with you though."

She giggled. "Seras thought it was perverted to watch you rut the iron slut here, and Fleur decided to sleep in her room. Suzie and I decided to enjoy the show. She might have been a bit concerned about Natasha, but she certainly enjoyed watching you pound her into submission. Not that I didn't. I especially enjoyed her proclamation about eating our sweet little pussies."
"She'll make a lovely addition to our family." Suzie beamed. "I think we have so much to learn from her, and she clearly cares enough to put in the work." Smiling softy at Natasha, she extended a hand. "You've certainly got my support, Miss Romanoff."

Goraning, I rolled out of bed. "I suppose we should put this to a vote then. Suzie, Daph, gather the others at the manor. I'm going to wash up and then bring Natasha to talk to the peerage. Like I said earlier, this is a group decision. I see the benefits, but this is our last open position. I was leaning toward Lily for this, so changing my mind now is something I want to discuss."

They agreed and left, and I climbed out of bed. Natasha watched me, unashamedly naked and on display. She offered to shower with me, but I declined, so she disillusions and I opened a circle out of the dorms so she could slip back to her ship.

My shower was quick and methodical, and then I met her outside the castle as we'd agreed, and I took us both to the manor.

Our whole peerage was in attendance, and it shocked me a bit how fucking crowded the place was. Seras and Fleur, my Rooks, Val, my Queen, Shaggy and Tanith, my Knights, Skulduggery, my only current Bishop, and Scooby, D.B, Blaise, Tracey, Hannah, Theo, Daphne, and Suzie, all eight of my Pawns. It seemed like just yesterday I'd been putting off picking anyone, and now we were on the verge of a complete peerage.

"So." I said with a smile. "I trust Daphne and Susan have filled you all in." I gestured to Natasha. "This is Natasha Romanoff, also known as Baba Yaga, the Iron Hag." At her sharp look I clarified. "Not that we'd call her that. Ever. She isn't a fan. Apparently Iron Slut doesn't bother her, even if Iron Hag does, so maybe you could use that."

She shrugged. "I disliked the implication that I am old. The implication that I enjoy the act of intercourse is far more palatable. Though perhaps slut will be inaccurate, considering I will only be fornicating with yourself and your women. Hazing aside, perhaps I might answer some questions to put your minds at ease."

Tracey nodded. "That sounds like a good idea. What exactly is your use, aside from being a second big titty redhead. And no offense, but you don't strike me as a sweet little ball of sunshine like our darling Suzie."

My cinnamon roll beamed, and Natasha started talking. She filled them in on her track record, on her capabilities, and on her plans for the peerage.

"We've already got a master magic user." Val said with a shake of her head. "Skulduggery-"

"Isn't a particularly good teacher." Interrupted the Skeleton. "Perhaps before my sojourn to the realm of the faceless I could've risen to the occasion, but I'm afraid trusting me to instruct everyone now would be a grave mistake." He paused. "Nothing? I thought that was funny. Man, this room is dead."

Natasha smiled. "I have no doubt we can learn much from one another, Mr. Pleasant. And I'm sure your teaching will be useful to the younger members of our group as well. But sorcery and witchcraft are not the same thing, even if devils might use them interchangeably."

"She's right." I nodded. "We don't exactly have a master witch on the payroll, and its a different skillset."

"You just like the idea of sticking your dick in her." Snorted Tracey.

I laughed. "I LOVE the idea of sticking my dick in her, and the actual act of doing it too. But in this case I'm not thinking with my dick. Natasha represents a unique opportunity for us, and she's willing to take an unbreakable vow based on a contract we have Andi draw up. I'm not exactly well versed in the spell, but if I had to guess what an unbreakable vow is, my gut is telling me its a vow you can't break."

"It is." Daphne said with a chuckle. "And it's especially good for this situation, because it requires a third part to initiate the bond. We can have Andi act as officiator, if we decide to let her in."

"Which I suppose means this is up for a vote." I said with a laugh. "Natasha made her case, so you all know what to do. Whatever you decide, I'll back your play. You didn't all get a vote on everyone else, and it did work out, but this is a veritable stranger stuck with us for eternity, or close enough to it not to matter. I'll respect your decision, whatever it is."

I called for the vote. To my surprise, it was pretty much unanimous in favor of Natasha. "Aright." I said with a laugh. "Then I suppose we have our answer."

"We should get in touch with Andi, set up the contract. We can have her meet us for breakfast, I am STARVING. Any of you guys up for waffles?" I'd been craving good belgian waffles since I woke up, I'd just been distracted by all this business.

Suzie brightened. "That sounds so good! How do you like your waffles Natasha? I like mine with powdered sugar instead of syrup." She snagged the older redhead's arm and dragged her toward the front of the house, chattering excitedly.

"She's doomed." I said with a grin, and the rest of my peerage just laughed in agreement as we followed after them. Nobody could resist Susan Bones. Natasha didn't stand a chance.

AN:/ As usual pat-reon has the advance chapters at that site /malcolmtent