Standard Disclaimer: I own nothing in regards to Harry Potter or Wednesday. All properties therein are those of their creators. I am only a writer working on my skills with worlds and characters that I love.

Note: Apologies for the wait on this one. Writing Enid's lemon scene proved more difficult than originally expected. I actually wrote three other versions that I wasn't satisfied with before this one came into being.

Note: Kinbott always seemed a little sinister to me… And I said early on that I intended to tweak who and what the monster was.

Chapter Ten - Enid's Turn

The morning light awoke Harry gently from slumber, finding him feeling more well rested and refreshed than he could ever recall before. It seemed sex with a partial succubus was a surefire way to refresh the cylinders as it were. Strange considering that was also how the full blooded variety killed.

Slowly opening his eyes and looking down he beheld the beautiful visage of a naked Wednesday as she rested beside him using his chest as a pillow. True to form, her arms were still crossed as if in death, but her face was peaceful and serene. A sudden knock at the door had her eyes snapping open and she smiled up at him as their eyes met. The knocking increased in intensity however so they soon were forced to look away.

"I think Enid wants her turn." The goth cheekily noted before kissing him on the cheek and leaping off the bed, giving her man quite the view of her pert rear before opening the portal and strutting out into the hall without a hint of a care for her nakedness. "Treat her well, lover!" her call disappeared with distance and a moment later a very eager werewolf bustled inside with a duffle bag in her arms. On closer examination her hair was tied back in a ponytail and she was wearing a puffy (and extremely comfy looking) pink robe.

*** Slight Lemon Turning Into A Full Lemon ***

"Don't get up!" Enid squeaked nervously as her man made to rise. At his quirked eyebrow she explained, "I-I've thought a lot about how this should go, and, well, I had some ideas I wanted to try."

"Really? What kind?"

"Well, betas are subservient to their alphas, but more than that we love to serve them. To bring them peace. To make them feel good, honored, and strong. We… we actually get really turned on serving."

"So I've noticed." Harry's smirk was all teeth and Enid visibly shuddered at the sight of it. "So you want to serve me now?"

"After a fashion. Turn over." Not seeing any problems with that request, the wizard did as asked, lying on his stomach. From there the werewolf girl reoriented his arms to a more comfortable position, bunched up the sheets around his waist so he wouldn't get cold and then stepped back. There was a slight rustling of cloth that sounded like the duffel bag being opened and then a warm liquid was poured on his back. "Uh, Enid? What is-" He stopped as he felt the beautiful weight of his girlfriend's nude body settle on his back as her hands began to rub the liquid delightfully into his muscles, still sore from the night before.

"Sh. It's only massage oil, Harry." She leaned forward to whisper in his ear, her bangs tickling his neck as her fingers dug in deep followed by her elbows.

"Oh," he groaned happily, toes curling at the relief she was giving him, "oh, Enid, where did you learn how to do this?"

She laughed heartily from her position on top of him. "Morticia gave me some pointers, I read some how-to stories online, and I asked my Aunt Carol how she soothes her mate. This is the result. Now just lay there and let me relax you." And that she did. For the next thirty minutes she drove all soreness and worry from his mind and body and made him feel like a pampered god. Then she pulled the sheet back entirely and did something that really blew his mind.

There came a slick rubbing sound and then… Enid began running her newly oil slicked body over his, massaging him with her torso and breasts all the while. "I might have gone down an internet rabbit hole for this one." She admitted.

"I-It's a great one that I'm glad you found." Harry stammered as he laid there and just enjoyed the feelings she was pulling out of him. More than one of those were extremely turned on.

After a while she sadly moved off of him before slowly running her nails over his legs, back, and buttocks, the contrast of that touch following the smooth silk of her skin raised goosebumps on his own, and heightened his awareness of her hands on him even further until at last she started running her fingers through his hair. "Turn over for me, Harry."

He did so and gasped at the sight that met his eyes. He'd seen Enid naked before, and it never got old, but this was something entirely new. The light entering through his window was highlighting her blond hair in a halo of incandescence that brought the dyed ends to life like never before. Her smile was salacious, yet also nervous, and open to show how much this moment meant to her. Finally… her body was coated in the fine sheen of oil from her previous actions, and every inch of skin was glistening in the light like gold. If her previous ministrations had not already made him rock hard this sight alone would have done the trick.

"E-Enid, I should-"

"Sh." She reached out with both hands, one closing his lips, and the other taking a firm hold of his manhood. "We have the whole morning. Right now I've been dreaming about this for the last two weeks, and I want to see you fall apart from my hands. I want to see these hands bring you peace." And then she began to stroke, and stroke, and squeeze, and all the while she stared down at him with pure love and devotion.

"How did I ever get so lucky?"

"You were just you." Her speed increased, "You helped me find the truth inside of myself. You saved me from what my mother wanted to do to me. You have taken on the role of my dominant and never judged me for being subservient." Her other hand came down to join the first and his pleasure doubled with it. "I love you, Harry, and you love me. I see it in every look you send my way. So let me love you now. Let me see you cum."

Those words did the trick, and with a gasp the wizard tensed in her grip and unloaded all over the werewolf's hands in a series of bursts so powerful he could have sworn he saw god. But when the spots cleared from his vision and he just saw Enid smiling down at him he was even more happy.

"Enid," He reached up and cupped her chin, smiling as the girl began to blush at the clear adoration he showed her, "It's your turn."

"Harry, this morning is about you and-"

"Get on my face, now." Harry's tone brooked no argument, and the werewolf literally squealed with delight as she complied and practically slid up his body to kneel over his mouth. He'd wanted the girl to sit on his face for a while now and it was finally time to indulge in the fantasy. As the blonde lowered down he literally attacked her pussy with his tongue until she was gasping and moaning for all she was worth and gyrating delightfully above him even better than his dreams had made it look for him.

Honestly he was all set to spend his entire morning making her cum over and over from this position but it seemed his girlfriend had other ideas as just as she'd seemed about to fall over the edge she raised herself off of him again. "Enid?"

"I want you inside me. Now. Please, if you make me cum, do it by dominating me."

"You don't need to ask me twice." Harry took hold of her and bodily rolled them over on the bed until his girl was on her stomach. From there he lifted her to her hands and knees, made her grip the headboard, and quickly transfigured the wall across from them into a floor to ceiling mirror.

"H-Harry?" Enid had fantasized about fucking in front of a mirror since the first time she'd seen Basic Instinct, but she'd never told Harry that.

"Wednesday told me some things you might like." He whispered in her ear.

"I told her that in confidence!" Enid fake steamed, secretly glad her friend had snitched.

"Of course you did. But look at yourself now, Enid." The wizard's hands caressed the still oil-sheened body beneath him. Her back, her arms, her breasts, and everything in between. "You're beautiful, one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen. But this isn't all of you, is it?"

"Y-You mean…"

"Let it out, Enid. Partial transformation. I want you and the wolf." Tapping into his Alpha voice he ordered, "Give me the 'real' you. The version you see yourself as when you close your eyes." With a fresh shudder of delight the blonde's body began to shift and, though it remained humanoid, a thin layer of fur rose up on her skin followed by a set of wolf ears on her head and a large poofy tail sprung out from just above her perky rear.

"Perfect." Grabbing the girl's waist with one hand and his manhood with the other, he oriented himself and thrust forward, imbedding his tool to the hilt in her absolutely soaked womanhood.

"Oh god!" Enid moaned.

"Not quite, but I appreciate the compliment." Harry chuckled as he began an easy pace of thrusting. "Now keep your eyes open." He ordered before grabbing a handful of his girl's hair and leveraging her back to his chest, so she couldn't look away from the mirror as he steadily began to increase his pace. "Look at yourself. See how beautiful you are 'exposed' before me. Your eyes wide, lips parted, breasts bouncing 'with' 'every' 'thrust'" He enunciated every word with a sharper thrust and more power behind his rate of movement.

"Ah" "Ugh" "Yes!" "H-Harry, give it to me. Give it all to me."

"A-Are you sure?" Harry buried his face in his girlfriend's neck, the rapid speed of his thrusting combined with their erotic setup, and rather good foreplay, was starting to get to him and his testicles were already beginning to tighten.

"Yes, I-I'm almost there, and I w-want to feel you inside me."

With a final burst of willpower Harry pummeled the vice that held his dick in heaven and as Enid screamed his name one final time in orgasm he released inside her, biting down hard on her neck and crushing her body to his own as they both shuddered in physical joy and shared release. Both of their eyes stayed locked on their mirrored reflections the entire time.

*** End Lemon Scene ***

"Well, that was earth shattering." Enid panted for air as she spoke.

"Yeah." Harry continued to nuzzle her fur before moving to bussing her neck with kisses as it receded back inside her. "But now, I think we both need a shower."

From the doorway came Wednesday's voice, "No shit, and I don't like waiting."

The two lovers turned and there was their goth friend, standing nude in the doorway with three towels in her hand. "I had assumed that with three of us in there at once there is no way we could miss any… dirty places." The look in her eyes made it clear what was on her mind. A sentiment that seemed to be shared by Enid as the blond wolf squeed happily, ran to hug her friend, snatched her own towel away, and took off toward the bathroom. Harry was just as quick to follow.

A Few Weeks Later

That was the first of several nights the trio spent together and, true to his word, Sirius was more than prompt in giving them the house when they needed it. It didn't take a genius to figure out he was happily shacking up with Principal Weems while they were doing their business though.

Wednesday, with the support of her mother and a few well timed hints, started to get a handle on her seer's abilities, and that led to an interesting situation while she and Harry were making out in her dorm. She was just reaching up his neck to get a hold of his hair when an idea struck her. It was a perfect chance for some innocent practice. Gently, she caressed his skin and tried pushing her will into the contact as Morticia had advised. In an instant she was flooded with the memory of an event last week where he had been doing this exact thing with Enid, and feeling the interaction from his end. It was entrancing, and led to quite a bit of fun fooling around before their noise unfortunately forced him to apparate away before the dorm mother caught him. That woman was traipsing around and catching them in the act far too often to be innocent, and the entire trio was starting to get very suspicious.

Regardless, Wednesday was ecstatic. She'd used her powers on purpose! And what was more, she was pretty sure they made her an official user of psychometry. Touching things let her read them. Needless to say, she got a lot of good practice in after that.

Enid, with Harry's help, gained a whole new level of confidence in herself and often could be found prancing around the dorm and the nearby woods in her wolf form, eagerly basking in the enhanced senses that had so long been denied her.

School carried on, quizzes were passed, but one thing stayed on all of their minds. The wendigo. Its tracks had been found once more in the surrounding forest which meant it was back and still hungry for human flesh. Honestly they were in a holding pattern with the beast and it was driving everyone a bit crazy. Every time Harry and Sirius went out to hunt it the thing disappeared again.

"It's my therapist." Wednesday declared as she practically threw herself into her usual place in their, by now, usual coffee shop booth. Across from her Enid and Harry happily slurped down their over the top hot chocolates while she gratefully downed a large helping of the espresso her thoughtful boyfriend had already ordered in advance for her. Their post-therapist sessions at the shop were tradition at this point.

When they were all satisfied with their drinks, Harry offered, "I thought you ruled her out as being too obvious?"

"I did. But now…. She's getting too specific in her questions." The goth grumbled. "She's pushing, reaching, trying to catch me in traps. All things therapists and psychiatrists do normally, I'll admit, but she's far too peppy to be anything but sinister about it."

"Hey!" Enid groused, "Peppy does not mean evil."

"Down girl." Harry ordered before squeezing her hand reassuringly. "You know Wednesday likes your peppiness. She just can't stand it in others."

Seeing how her roommate preened made Wednesday think not for the first time that the other girl 'liked' being put in her place by Harry. She believed her mother called such a person a brat. "There's more." She brought the conversation back on track. "Dr. Kinbott also sees a good third of the Nevermore student body."

"Being an Outcast does come with a lot of mental baggage for some people." Enid agreed. "So you think she's manipulating one of her patients to create the Wendigo?"

"Sirius' book did say that the host might not be aware of what had happened to it. Kinbott is trained in hypno-therapy. She suggested it as an option for me multiple times. As it happens I am immune to hypnosis."

"But what would be her motive?" Harry wondered.

"Simple." The goth reached into her backpack and pulled out a series of old newspaper clippings. "What was the craziest and most shocking event to happen in this town in recent memory? The murder of Garett Gates. I got curious and did some investigating."

"Of course you did." Enid said in a cheerful tone that made it clear she was praising her friend, not belittling her, as she examined the items. One shocked her greatly. "Garett's family was descended from Joseph Crackstone?" She gasped as she held up an official looking family tree that indeed started with Crackstone and worked its way down to two people. Garret, and a girl named Laurel. "Wednesday this is insane."

"I agree." Harry took a look and asked, "What happened to Laurel? I'm guessing that she's his sister based on her position here."

Wednesday nodded, "I thought so too. And her story is… interesting. Apparently after Garett was killed her mother committed suicide, her father drank himself nearly to death before accidentally shooting himself in a hunting accident, and according to court records in the library archives she was sent to an overseas orphanage, but the ship she was traveling on 'sank in transit'" she used air quotes for that statement, "and her body was never recovered. The death of her brother paired with the fact that Nevermore was built on the land Crackstone used to own would make for quite the motive in my opinion."

Always quick on the uptake, Harry offered, "You think your therapist is really Laurel? That she faked her own death and came back to Jericho to destroy Nevermore through its students?"

"Yes."

"Wow." Enid's eyes were huge. "That's some next level, messed up, stuff right there."

"And nearly impossible to prove." Harry noted. "If she's put as much thought and preparation into this as you no doubt think, then she's probably built and put an impenetrable backstory into place."

"Yes." The pigtailed girl agreed, "But she has also been stymied and frustrated by Sirius and his ward lines. They were a barrier she couldn't have thought of and have no doubt screwed with whatever timeline she had originally."

They all absorbed that for a moment before Harry had a thought. "Wednesday, does Kinbott record her sessions with you?"

"Yes." She quirked her head as she often did when confused. "Why do you ask?"

"Because if she does with you, then she likely does with others as well."

"Which means she might have recorded her hypnosis of the Wendigo!" Enid cheered, and Wednesday grimaced at the knowledge that her peppy roommate figured it out first. She was the mystery writer, dammit.

"I've got my cloak." Harry mused, "And it wouldn't take much to get past a simple locked door."

"And she wouldn't expect someone to brazenly enter her office." Wednesday was giving him that slightly curved grin that got his blood roaring and an instant later he popped away while she leaned back in the booth to finish her espresso.

Enid rested her elbows on the tabletop and conspiratorially asked, "Can you teach me that look?"

"Why?" The goth raised a brow, "All you need to do is pant like a puppy and he'll melt for you without issue."

"Yeah." Enid agreed dreamily. "He really is the best like that.

That Night

The girls were working on studying for their end of year exams when Harry popped into the center of their dorm with frantic eyes and Sirius in tow. A moment later the older man popped out only to return with a very shocked Principal Weems.

"Sirius, what is the meaning of this?!" She demanded, only for him to shush her as Harry ushered his girls over, literally wheeling Wednesday's chair over rather than waiting for her to stand up.

"Harry, clearly you found something so please, save us the suspense?" The goth noted.

His hands stilled on her chair and he sighed. "Sorry, girls. I guess I, well, this is really big." He turned to the principal and said, "I'm gonna play a recording and afterwards I'm going to need your authority to apprehend one of your students. Likely for his own safety as well as the rest of ours."

"Whatever could be so damaging?" Weems wanted to know?

Harry pulled out a tape recorder, hooked it up to one of Enid's desk speakers and got ready to press play. "I had reason to suspect Doctor Kinbott of shady practices so I searched her offices and found this." He pressed play, and the good doctor's voice came on.

"Welcome Xavier. Are you ready for your hypno-therapy session?"

"Hypno-therapy? Doc, I'm not really sure about that. My dad says it's kind of shady. Do you really think it'll help?

"Of course, Xavier. Have I ever steered you wrong yet?"

Over an hour of horrible directions, mental probing, and brainwashing phrases layered in over, and over, and over followed before a sickening sound of teeth tearing through meat was heard and a bestial roar boomed through the speakers. When everything was through the principal nearly fell over before Sirius caught her and set her down gently on one of the beds. But it wasn't over.

Silence reigned for several seconds before Kinbott's voice came back with, "Well, sister, that went just as well as you said it would."

"I told you the instructions were easy to follow. Never doubt me again." Then it ended for real.

Wednesday's face shot to her boyfriend's and she said, "Sister?"

"Kinbott has an accomplice." Harry agreed.

Enid blinked curiously, "But there was only one girl on the family tree?"

"The tree doesn't count for bastards." Weem's face was in her hands. "You're thinking this is Laurel Gates." The straightforward tone of her voice made it clear that this was a theory she too had already come to. "If it is… I know for a fact that her father slept around a great deal. Gossip wasn't so far removed that Outsiders never heard it all the way out here. A half sister is entirely possible, and it would explain a lot. Go Harry. I'll have an isolation chamber prepared."

"Isolation chamber?" Sirius questioned.

Weems shrugged, "Some of the people here lose control of their abilities on occasion. It helps to have a quiet place for them to cool down." A moment later Harry popped back in with a struggling Xavier held in a headlock only to get a handle on the situation by knocking him into the land of unconsciousness with his elbow.

"Damn I've been waiting a long time to do that." Harry preened as he got back up. "Good news is he is definitely an unwilling accomplice here. If he could have willingly transformed into the Windigo to fight me he definitely would have."

"Probably." Weems agreed before growing somber once more. "I recognize the second voice too."

"It did sound familiar." Enid said contemplatively before exclaiming, "Ms. Thornhill!"

"I already checked." Harry said with clear annoyance on his face. "She and Kinbott are both gone. With the latter her office was dead when I went back. There must have been some sort of alarm placed on her file locker that alerted her to the game being up." He sighed and sat down on Wednesday's bed. "There's no telling where they ran off to, but at least we have their weapon in custody."

Wednesday moved to sit beside her man and leaned into him, knowing that physical contact always cheered him up. "Yes, we do. And that is no small thing, Harry. Be proud, you have just saved Xavier's life. With 'real' therapy he might someday gain control of the change, or at least learn to suppress it, and thanks to you no one else will die by his hand."

Harry rested his chin on his girlfriend's head and gave a sound of agreement. "You're right. Thank you, mia bella corvo. I just wish I knew what those bitches were planning."

Weems gave a weak chuckle and offered, "They've both been intimately involved in our school and curriculum. I'd say whatever it is, we'll find out soon enough."

She was comforted by Sirius who led her out of the room with a levitated Xavier Thorpe being summoned behind them. And no wonder she was so down. She'd hired Thornhill herself with the hope that having a normie on the staff would help to build some bridges between mundanes and outsiders. It seemed that the entire plan had backfired.

It wasn't long before Enid joined the group snuggle and soon enough they were all feeling much better. "So, what now?" The werewolf wanted to know.

"Oh I don't know…" Harry trailed off as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a rectangular box that he handed off to a wide eyed Wednesday. The closest her face ever came to shock. "How about I give the birthday girl her present?"

"Yay!" Enid raced across the room to gather a package wrapped in black paper that she just as quickly shoved into the goth's hands as well. "Open mine first!"

"I was hoping you both had forgotten about that." Wednesday groaned before tearing through the paper to reveal an odd, black,… scarf looking object. "What is this?"

"It's a snoot." Enid happily declared before pulling a marvelously bright twin from her backpack to loop around her shoulders. "I made it myself. Now we match! Harry, you'll have to wait for yours. They take an awful while to set up."

"I can hardly wait." The wizard replied with a warm smile before gesturing back to his other girlfriend before she could say something untoward. "Try mine next."

The goth eyed the object with some trepidation. It couldn't be jewelry could it? She'd often remarked to her boyfriend how much she lamented the sight of women ornamented with bright and sparkly things. She needn't have worried. Upon pulling free the ribbon the box expanded in her hands to the size of a roughly five gallon container. With open curiosity she tore free the paper and beheld a sight that nearly stopped her heart before it sped up to the height of a locomotive in motion with joy.

Sat in her lap was a, no doubt spell lightened, terrarium holding a baby scorpion that was even now tapping the glass in front of her face with its claws.

"Enid told me about what happened with your childhood scorpion, Nero." Harry explained. "I thought you might like the chance to raise a new one. I know you aren't a witch, but you are magical to me, so a familiar doesn't seem like a bad idea."

"Thank you!" breaking all of her rules on modesty Wednesday passed off the terrarium to Enid and practically tackled her boyfriend to the bed as she slammed her lips onto his own. He'd just given her the most perfect birthday gift she could have ever asked for.