The book had this to say on Halloween...

Halloween is in part a heavily confounded mess of a holiday. In the usual attempt to integrate the pagans the church incorporated their holidays such as Winter Solstice and Spring and Fall Equinox becoming the time to celebrate Christmas, Easter and All Hallow's Eve respectively. Halloween as it is currently modeled after Sahmain the time when death grows in strength as the days shorten. As it is to celebrate also the day most in the area figured the spirits of the dead from the previous year were allowed to set their affairs in order. Regardless of if that is still true it is also the strongest time of the year for Necromancers and those practicing death magic. While one would think that the solstice would be at the peak and valley of power cyclically oddly it is the Equinox that is the points.

Now for Necromancers it is when the buildup of life energies is peaked and thus desiring balance needs to be released. Their powers are great this night enhancing the body. This is especially necessary in those physically matured as they are compelled to sate their ancestral needs.

It can be summarized in later versions by this course statement by Master Necromancer Harry Potter, "Great power always comes at great cost. So I get control of the dead, the ability to speak to the dead and a greatly enhanced mind and body all at the low cost of a night yearly of debauchery. That means I get to shag a girl or girls until I am sated and I get cool powers? You see why I protect the Book any teenager would kill for that! No teenage angst, plenty of kinky sex and power so where is the downside to this?"

It has been noted that Harry Potter was considered one of the best in the Art eventually only rivaled by his students...

It was Halloween the time had passed quickly after their classes and they had settled into a rhythm. They went to class and accessed the library both the Hogwarts and the Ravenclaw library. Thanks to no one noticing KiKi they had managed to come up with their own version of a notice me not charm. It worked better than disillusionment as well as avoided the problems of invisibility spells and objects. As they hadn't found a way to make the ghosts in the school forget they had managed to find as much as they could in search of other archives and libraries. The constant turn over from the DADA positions since some guy named Tom Riddle applied gave access to a number of tomes they would not have found outside the restricted section. As it was that section was slowly being combed over in the time they had. For being restricted there was not much that the pair ever would consider overly dangerous merely too advanced for the unprepared?

'If only we could find a way to memory charm or ensure the complete cooperation of these Wizarding ghosts,' Harry thought with a disgruntled scooping of his breakfast. 'I know the lot of them would panic and reveal us if we did anything overt. Still there are plenty of sources to still check out. Flitwick seems to be a veritable fount of information on my mother and yet the other teachers who were there with her seem to be reluctant to release any information. Still the library had enough information on their school careers, but nothing more involved.'

"Hey Harry," Hermione said as she sat down next to him fidgeting slightly.

'Something seems to be off with her today,' Harry thought as he looked his friend over before noticing that he was feeling somewhat apprehensive. 'Halloween... I should have thought of this. The book mentioned that this day is the day that necromantic abilities as well as rituals are at their peak. It seems Hermione is showing signs. I guess perhaps if we could only find something to perform tonight it would be a good thing. Sadly I don't think we will be able to find a good victim though if the situation comes up we had best take it. Worse comes to worse sneak out to the forest before midnight.'

"Morning Hermione," Harry said as he looked over the rest of their housemates before continuing quieter, "You seem a bit excited this morning..."

"Yeah," Hermione said with a bit of a flush to her face. "So any thoughts on things?"

"The evening feast," Harry said with a shrug, "not really. Although I don't think I will go. Bit too personal if you ask me..."

"Oh," Hermione said with a frown. "Just hang in the commons than?"

"Seems like a better plan," Harry said with a slight smile. "It just doesn't seem right the emphasis they are putting on today."

After the awkward conversation the pair went to their classes. Everything seemed to be going great even given the tone of celebration the rest of the school was in. Harry was split on the matter. He lost his parents and was sent to the Dursleys on this day and on the other he was feeling the rush starting stronger than in previous years. He knew that he would have to tell Hermione about this but not in front of others. He hoped that neither Alice nor Anne was getting into too much trouble. The pair was rather subtle in their messages though as they hinted at that they were still live practicing while the pair was alone. Thankfully Hermione's subscription to normal papers didn't show any suspicion on their activities. Not that anyone noticed anything in Little Whining anyways as people seemed to pass through and no one cared.

'Those two can be trouble,' Harry thought as they walked to charms, 'although with Trouble and the rest keeping an eye on them this isn't as bad as I feared. Alice and Anne are an evil voice away from Children of the Corn and Surrey is bad enough without the obliviousness of Little Whining. I am amazed the Catholics don't use that like the military used to use those Islands. Though given things I don't think that would be unlikely. Hermione is lucky that neither of them have really played with her yet. Those two could talk saints into sinning and why they love acting that sketch form Monty Python out I don't want to know. I give it less than half the summer before they convince Hermione that either they are bad so they need to be punished or that she was bad and that they need to punish her. Like I need more stimulation to my Hormones as it is! I know the moment I let them get away with more will be a step away from losing control. While I like playing it is too distracting to my ambition. I will find a way to talk to my parents and if I let them continue this so soon that won't happen! If they convert Hermione I won't stand a chance I am only male after all...'

Charm's was a simple affair or at least it should be. They were Ravenclaws and unlike their other schoolmates had moved a bit quicker though it was still boring for the more practically inclined students. Suffice it to say that things went downhill soon afterwards.

"Harry," Hermione said with a sigh. "Can you believe that some people can't grasp this yet?"

"Some people are just not determined enough," Harry said as he gathered his things as she gathered hers. "Still some don't learn in the same way or speed as others."

The two of them were just about to leave the room when Harry saw two people he would rather not glaring at each other on opposite sides of the door. Malfoy was to the right and Weasley was to the left. While he knew that the two despised each other, he wanted to avoid the situation that their two houses caused. Attention was not something he wanted as it would merely slow his progress along with the ramifications of it they found out would be. Sadly Hermione had been too focused on what she was writing in her notebook. While she used the quills and parchments for class work she still preferred notebooks for her own observations and brainstorming.

"Seriously," Hermione said without looking up. "Who couldn't grasp the simplicities of the Levitation Charm by now? It's a simple swish and flick for crying out loud. Can you believe that Professor Flitwick said some of his other students have not only not managed already, but that they even caused their feathers to light on fire? Really are the other houses so unwilling to read!"

While Weasley was turning read and looked about to go off, it was Malfoy that reacted first.

"Really Granger," Malfoy drawled. "I wouldn't expect a bookworm know it all to not understand things, but I guess that you can't help what your inferior mudblood brain comes up with."

"Can't you see that no one likes you?" Ronald asked so irritated at her that he didn't entirely hear Malfoy. "Who would want to be friends with you? I may hate Malfoy, but I have to agree with him that no one likes you. You should just leave!"

Hermione looked struck as she glanced around the gathered Gryffindors and Slytherins. It was at this moment that she was truly grateful not to have been sorted into either house. She had nowhere near enough experience to be able to hide all the bodies. She knew that she couldn't allow herself to appear weak or the two groups would take advantage of her. Weasley and his friends had thankfully not tried to get her to as she had once done when she had been weak and helpless to do their work for them.

"Harry," she managed to say without letting her emotions enter into her voice. "I need to do something so I will catch up with you later."

With that said she managed to keep her composure as she walked away. She knew that if she hexed or hurt them that she would be the one in trouble. There was also the fact that if she staid that Harry would have responded far more harshly. She needed to think and could not do so there when her temper was so close to flaring. She had long since admitted that she was passionate about her convictions and that while she tried to be rational and logical there were limits to her willingness to reconcile and compromise.

"You know that was about the dumbest thing either of you has done yet," Harry said as he looked at them. "I advise you save yourself some problems and simply curse yourselves enough to be sent very far away. Revenge is a dish best served cold after all and even if you think she is a looser Hermione is more than willing to devote the time to a well thought out pay back. Personally I hope that neither of your mothers' finds out what you did for women are truly the more vicious of the sexes. So a word of advice, Run. Run as far and as fast as you can because neither of you are getting out of this unscathed. Still settle whatever matters you have in this world as if your time is not short you will wish it had been..."

With that Harry left the stunned crowd gaping. He had never spoken that much to anyone. Those that had been standing near either of the two had felt a cold creep up their spines at the tone of his voice. Perhaps distancing themselves from them would be good. None of them wanted to be either of them when their mothers found out. They had heard from the older years how vicious the Weasley Matriarch was with her howlers and they hoped not to be within range when she found out about this.

After he had turned the corner he followed the still discernible trail that Hermione had left. Enhanced senses had been worth it and he followed the scent trail or anger, frustration and sorrow. Twists and turns didn't slow him as the castles architecture prevented drafts strong enough to dissipate the trail. He followed it to its conclusion and was disturbed that it was a women's bathroom. There was no other discernible scent outside and it would take hours for a scent to vanish although with the shear saturation that Hermione was causing that was not likely accurate. It was a shame that he lessened the amount of magic going to his nose or he might have been prepared, but he didn't want the complications that were apparent.

Harry entered the room quietly as he looked around. Hermione would never allow herself to let her image be like this in any other circumstance. She was distraught and it showed. Instead of the aloft and self assured girl she portrayed there she was with her hair frazzled and out of place with silent tears flowing down her reddened cheeks. He knew what he needed to do. Having girls as his only close friends had taught him that much.

There was no one else that they were aware of around and Harry and Hermione were standing in the girl's bath room. Harry was gently rubbing her back as she let out sobs. The two of them had learned to never let their public faces show this as school kids were like animals and would pounce on the weak. Oh there would be revenge for this and it was assured that those bastards would pay.

'To think that those two would agree on anything,' Harry thought darkly. 'Malfoy and Weasley went too far with what they said. Shame they are still just a little bit too innocent or they would have made great kills.'

Her sobs were so loud that they covered up the near silent tears of a young girl in one of the stalls. Her name was Nymphadora Tonks and while two years older than her had just discovered her ability to change forms. For the thirteen almost fourteen year old things had gone to hell right quick. Despite knowing them for years the boys had practically seen her now as nothing more than a living sex toy. They would have probably treated her worse only if she was a Veela and she knew Merlin and Morgana help anyone who was both.

"Shh Hermione," Harry said as he moved to hug her. "There is no way that we will let those two get away with this. Malfoy was just being his usual ignorant self."

"I am not concerned with the inbred albino ferret," Hermione snarled between sobs. "Weasley must pay."

"Perhaps it is time to show him that his brother's are not the only pranksters to fear," Harry said as she leaned back against him. "You were only trying to help him and that ignorant Gryffindor refused to follow your advice."

"Yesss," Hermione said her eyes flashing darkly as she licked her lips. "Death is too good for him. He must suffer!"

"That's my girl," Harry said before growing stiff at what he said. "Now we just need to come up with something... suitable."

"We must find some way to involve his mother," Hermione said with a dark chuckle. "Even the twins are scared of her..."

"Considering her behavior on the platform that is no surprise," Harry said with a sigh. "A smotherer that one is. I can understand why the older boys moved as far away as possible. I expect that if he gets in enough trouble he will get a howler and I do think that what he did to you is almost excuse enough for her to yell at him to behave and apologize. Still there is so much more we can do..."

"A shame that it seems that the professors are far more likely to let things go than properly deal with it," Hermione said with a sigh. "They take points and give detentions but it just doesn't change their behavior only makes them work harder to hide their actions."

"We wouldn't know anything about secrets now would we?" Harry asked with a laugh.

Hermione actually managed to giggle before deadpanning as she said, "Oh what would us poor first year Ravenclaw's know of secrets."

Harry's retort was cut off as the door to the Bathroom burst open. The two didn't even need to glance at each other as they sprang back out of the way of the wooden splinters. They looked out of the corner of their eyes and saw the wood had managed to become lodged in the wall. This troll is very strong they realized.

Harry however despite the danger smelled an opportunity and grinned ferally at Hermione and gestured to the troll as he said, "Well it looks like necessity provides for us..."

Hermione steeled herself and flicked her wrist causing her dagger to land in her right hand. She grinned at the troll and almost madly laughed at it as it drew closer. It knew something was not right prey did not ask this way. They either ran or fought but they would always smell of fear not this strange scent. The troll was confused why this female as he could smell was practically wafting of excitement and happiness with a tinge of bloodlust. So distracted were the two they did not notice Harry cast a quick spell on the doorway to repel anyone looking for them. To be precise no one looking for anyone or anything in the room would think to look in their and if they tried they would be compelled with something else on their mind.

The troll swung its club as the girl came close. The girl seemed to float above in her jump as the club moved beneath her with enough momentum the troll could not change its direction. The club completed its arch missing the girl and narrowing missing the girl huddled next to the toilet. The troll was at a disadvantage with its club behind it. If it was fast enough it would be able to get the club back around in time.

Hermione sprung from the crouch she had landed on toward the troll. The club of the troll was slowly starting to move as the troll tried to move it fast enough to swat the girl. Before the club had moved a foot of its swing the troll stumbled back coughing. Blood was pouring out of its throat down its neck as well as down into its lungs. The club fell as the troll fell to its knees as it tried to grab the girl.

Before the troll's hands closed around the girl she disappeared in a blur. Turning to see behind itself the troll went wide eyed as the blade effortlessly sliced into its back in an x shaped flash of metal causing its arms to go limp. The troll continued to struggle before another sting of pain and it fell backwards its hamstrings cut. Before it could crush Hermione as it fell she appeared in a blur in front of it in mid air.

Hermione landed in a crouch atop the troll's chest. The blood was flowing quite nicely and it would be unable to move. She took a moment to lick the thick syrupy blood from the blade. She shuddered as her eyes became half lidded as she looked down at the troll.

'It tastes even better than when someone else draws blood,' Hermione thought as she knelt on the troll's chest. 'I can see why this is even more addictive than normal. I can feel more of the troll's strength filling me. A worthy first sacrifice indeed.'

She turned as she heard Harry clapping. She felt a slight blush cover her face even if it was hardly noticeable from how flushed she was. He was proud of her. It was a part of what drove her to succeed this feeling of pride first her parents and family than her few friends.

"Well done Hermione," Harry said with a genuine smile as he looked at the slowly dying troll. "I knew you had it in you. Do you mind?"

Hermione gestured toward the troll and grinned. Harry practically glided over to the trolls head and bent to the flowing blood. He took his finger and ran it through the running blood before bringing it to his mouth and licking it clean.

"It's thick with a bit of tang," Harry commented as if discussing a favored sauce. "Bit more potent than ordinary, but it lacks the purity of vampire or even Veela blood while also avoiding the excessive euphoria found with giants. Not bad at all and it is a shame that we can't keep too much of it to savor later. Still we have something more important than savoring the taste of your first kill."

Their attention was suddenly dragged to the demolished stall and the gasp that came from there. In the shadows of the broken pieces there was a young teenager with hair rapidly cycling through a number of colors as well as general form matters such as her eyes changing to a number of odd shades as well as skin tones in addition to seeming to grow smaller and larger in different parts. The two looked at each other and their eyes expressed their concern at this new complication. They would have had far more options if it had been Malfoy or Snape they at least were less likely to be missed.

Harry looked at her hard trying to determine what to do before he asked, "So what should we do about you then?"

"We can't have witnesses," Hermione said sadly as she looked at the girl. "So how best to make sure no one finds out about this?"

"Well do you have anything to say for yourself?" Harry asks the oddly changing girl. "Or better yet any suggestions on how to handle things?"

"Um," the girl began. "I won't tell anyone."

"Was that a question or a statement?" Hermione asked as she looked the girl over from where she was poised to carve out the troll's heart. "How do we know that you won't tell?"

Tonks blinked at that as she thought, 'Now how do I convince them? This is so not a good situation almost as bad as if those Snake boys caught me...'

"I," she said before thinking to herself, 'You can come up with something... Guess I got to...' "Nymphadora Tonks do hereby swear on my magic not to reveal anything that happened here without your permission." 'Shite I hope they go for it or I am definitely buggered.'

"Is that good enough for you?" Hermione asked her friend firmly as she didn't want to kill the girl or worse mangle her mind trying to remove the knowledge of what she saw. "We are somewhat pressed for time."

"Me trust a wizard oath," Harry scoffed. "Still we are short on time. Girl, come over here!"

"You don't need to be so mean Harry," Hermione said as she felt somewhat sorry for the girl. "So why were you crying here?"

Tonks sniffed as she came closer to them before saying, "Found out I was a metamorphmagus and now the guys want me to change for them."

"Bastards," Hermione growled. "Harry we need to help her. I know it is not the same, but..."

"Fine," Harry said as he could tell Hermione was set on this and having someone else to help. "I want a blood oath and pact though. She needs to understand what she is getting into anyways. Might as well let her get used to the way we are."

"Blood oath and pact?" Tonks asked Hermione as Harry didn't seem that forthcoming. "What do you mean by that?"

"Wizards," Harry scoffed. "I can't believe that they don't tell anyone that. Not even the so called purebloods or even half-bloods seem to know anything anymore while the while the muggle raised at least have some idea sometimes."

"Hey," Tonks said with indignation. "Mum just didn't like the whole rest of the family being want-to-be Death Eaters so really didn't talk much about the traditions. Now could you please explain what I need to do to get out of this mess?"

"Simple," Hermione said with a slight grin to the girl as she realized a sane female friend might be a nice change, "come over here a bit closer. Now a blood oath is simple and as the name implies needs blood."

Tonks looked a little queasy as blood was a more sensitive matter in the Wizarding world than the muggle before managing to ask, "Right so what exactly happens? I guess a mixing or sharing of blood to cement our agreement?"

Harry actually smiled at that as he thought, 'Perhaps there is more to her than what we have seen so far.'

"Our time is short so we need to get this finished," Hermione said as she nicked her finger and held it out to the girl. "Now go ahead and take a lick."

Tonks took a hesitant lick of the pricked finger before shuddering at the taste as she thought, 'Blood shouldn't taste better than chocolate.'

Hermione smiled as she said, "With this blood I offer my aid. Will you return this offer with your blood and promise to keep our secrets?"

"Yes," came the almost drunk sounding agreement from Tonks.

"Now hand me your hand please," Hermione asked the dazed girl. "That's a good girl this won't hurt just sting a little than it will feel much better."

Hermione took Tonks outstretched hand and gently pricked one of the fingers before gently sucking some of the blood from the cut. Tonks had not even gasped at the slight nick but had started to act strange as Hermione gently coaxed some of her blood to flow from the wound. She had become flushed and her faster beating heart sent more blood than necessary into Hermione's eager mouth. Knowing that the troll had still managed not to bleed out but that it was getting close, Hermione reluctantly released Tonks figure after giving the nick a quick flick of the tongue causing it to stop bleeding. Tonks had sighed and shuddered when Hermione had stopped.

'That was unexpected,' Tonks thought as she struggled to regain her composure. 'Though it explains the look she gave me.'

"Now than Tonks," Hermione purred. "Repeat after me 'With the blood we have shared I promise not to reveal anything I have been entrusted with on penalty of the Blood.'"

Tonks repeated what she said with a growing strength even if her breathing was coming heavier again. Hermione was not unaffected either as the oath solidified. Her blood had been saturated with necromantic and life energies from the rise of that time of the year. While she was technically a virgin, Hermione was not exactly a stranger to her body or its impulses. Then again Tonks was not used to the effects of life energy coursing through her body and stimulating her nerves in such a manner.

As it was Hermione managed to stay crouched on top of the Troll while Tonks had grown flushed and was floundering around on the floor out of it. Hermione had closed her eyes as she reveled in the sensations coursing through her body. She had a plan for when the troll was gone and Harry was going to enjoy every moment of it. Now if only she could work her way up to convincing him that they or at least she was ready for things similar to what the bad men had tried far too soon she would be more relaxed.

'At least I managed to convince him to help out when my monthlies start,' Hermione thought with a sigh. 'It is a shame that my body needs to catch up to my mind in that manner or I could already get that treatment. Still the safeguard against accidentally or unwittingly having sex is useful. Now to get to work though I don't think the poor girl will mind the side effects being so close...'

Hermione looked rather lovely to Harry as she started to slice easily into the troll. With a careful precision she removed the flesh and bone in her way. She looked happy as she looked at the still beating but slowing heart. As swiftly yet accurately as she could she carved a few runes around the gaping wound before she got down to the tricky part.

Hermione was having a hard time concentrating at this point as she was still feeling a heady sensation snaking through her body that seemed to build with intensity as the ritual progressed. Even without looking behind her she could tell that Harry was looking at her with a challenging look. Was she worth the effort he had expended was what she felt uncertain about for a moment before squishing it down. She would not hesitate now!

"Your strength becomes my strength," Hermione intoned as she reached to touch the pulsing heart. "With your hearts blood I take to bind it."

After saying that Hermione yanked the heart out letting the blood resting in it rhythmically pulse out on to her hand and onto her face. She greedily swallowed as it flowed steadily. Having her fill she sliced the ties to the body.

'Now for the last part of the macabre scene,' she thought as she looked to the side to see the effects on Tonks. 'It seems to be having a good effect on her if her shuddering and silent scream is any indication. Now if Harry could make a blood stone out of a vampire there is no reason I can't make a memento from my first true kill.'

With the no longer beating and bloody heart in her hand she pressed it to the troll's skull before she said, "By Blood and Bones be bound."

It was a rather odd transformation that occurred after she said that. The troll's body began to dissolve and flow towards the head with the extremities having dispersed to dust and the blood around the room in general turning to mist and heading towards the head which began to shrink. When it was over Hermione was crouched on an undisturbed clean floor with a small skull fitting in her hand. The only trace of blood or other evidence was that on her blade as the Heart and the blood on her had been absorbed.

"Well done," Harry said with a slight grin and a nod of his head. "Unfortunately that last part is going to cause even the muddling of their senses to permit them to find where we are. We need to clean up and get out quickly."

"All right," Hermione said as she looked at Tonks and then her blade. "Hey Tonks come here a sec."

After a moment of her not responding she walked over and cradled the slightly larger girl. The girl was in no shape to move from what Hermione could tell and her muscles were showing signs of fatigue and strain. The fact that she positively reeked though not at all unpleasantly was also evident as well as the visible stains of sweat and other things. The girl needed a bit of strength to get her moving again.

"Looks like you need a little help," Hermione said with a grin as she gathered the remnant blood from the troll and mixed it with her own. "Here you go."

Tonks while out of it reacted to the blood covered finger entering her open mouth by suckling on it. Hermione blinked at the sensations her finger was experiencing before cataloging it for later interest and activities. She watched as Tonks seemed to recover somewhat and at least would be no longer catatonic. After she was a bit more recovered she helped the girl to her feet.

"Come on Tonks," Hermione said as she looked around to see Harry finishing cleaning the scene up. "We need to get out of here before the professors show up."

"K," Tonks slurred as while her strength had returned and then some she was still not completely cleaned out. "Need talk later"

"Let's just get you back to the tower," Hermione said with a comforting grin. "Hey Harry a little help?"

"You just gained the additional physical strength of a troll and you need some help?" Harry asked as he removed the last traces of them being there. "I take it that the ritual is as draining as it looked. Fine I'll help as we do need to get moving."

With that the two helped the recovering girl out of there. Barely having turned the corner before the professors stopped dumbly at the bathroom having followed the trail of the troll down the Hallways. Finding no physical trace of the troll they moved on. Snape being the suspicious sort had lagged behind to cast a few detection spells and he was sadly disappointed that there was no evidence that anyone had been there recently nor of any magic use. He couldn't shake the feeling that he had just missed something important. Still he needed to help deal with the troll wherever it had gone as whoever had tried to get into the gauntlet had not shown up.

While the two friends had been having their adventure, Alice and Anne were entertaining themselves. The two were sticky and sweaty after what had happened. It was a shame that the grass was sticking everywhere, but considering that their clothes would have been ruined it wasn't so bad. Besides they get a bit naughty. Despite what they had tried to convince themselves they liked a bit of rough stuff and punishment.

They thought back to how they had gotten into this situation. It could have worked out so much better. If only their victims had played nicer. They had seemed so unlike their tormentors. Still they would have not let him do that to them. She on the other hand would have been a different matter. They might have even let him go if he had been just a little nicer.

They had started off into the woods to get away from people. They had felt a singing in their blood. They needed to kill as much as KiKi ever had and they had been far too near those that they would regret spilling the blood of. Besides the woods was there place and it was more theirs than their houses seemed sometimes. In addition to that something would be inquisitive enough to come close to sate their rising blood lust so they could sate the other one as well.

"My child why are you out here in the middle of nowhere," the priest said as he had turned as he noticed the two little girls dart into the woods. "It's not safe in the woods."

"There's no reason to follow us," Alice said as she looked at the man. "We play here all the time."

"Really Father," Anne said as she moved just so. "We just wanted to play without prying eyes."

'I must control myself,' he thought as he looked at the two. 'If I do anything here I am unsure what will happen next. Despite some in charge the higher ups are more than willing to silence those that they are aware would cause a loss of belief.'

He carefully managed to stop himself from licking his lips as they two cavorted around. There was something off in the way they acted. The way that they held themselves as well as the way that they touched themselves was driving his resolve. He was well aware that this parish was a dumping ground and if the hierarchy thought that they would get revealed an accident was likely. Still given the obliviousness in the area he would have to be caught with himself in the act or in the girl for something to happen here. He heard a distant footstep, but could not tear his eyes away the two were laughing and moving.

"Father Jonathan where have you gone?" a woman said as she walked down the street. "We need to get back." 'And I need to get some,' she thought. 'It is a shame that he seems distracted when we could be having fun. Perhaps he found some willing playthings for tonight.'

"I was simply trying to aid some lost sheep, Sarah," Father Jonathan said. "It would be most inappropriate to allow such innocent ones to come to harm."

Looking at the girls she thinks, 'He's going to lose control again, oh well these two could be more fun than the boy from last month. Now that was fun and he seemed to like it coming back for more like that. What a naughty boy and how much he liked being punished for it!'

"I can see that Father," she said as she unlike him didn't stop himself from licking her lips at the sight of them. "So how come you haven't offered to escort them home safe and sound?"

"We simply wanted to play," Anne said as she purred and teased the all too willing Alice. "Do you know how to play?"

Alice was barely able to not grab Anne's hand and shove it up her skirt. As it was she managed to content herself with the hand stroking the front of her skirt and tracing her front from face to exposed bellybutton. Anne was well aware of the look in their eyes. The eyes were the window to the soul and it took far more effort to try to hide what one really feels there than even masking the rest of the body.

'They so want to play,' Anne thought as she teased Alice. 'A shame that they don't know the rules and yet I know that even with all the temptation facing me that Harry will be the one for me or more accurately for us. Some of these older men have so much to teach a shame that they have to die for us to learn. Why they seem to be so greedy wanting what is only for Harry I don't know.'

Oddly Anne's thoughts were soon echoed in disappointment. Alice had willingly let the man get her off with his fingers and hands while she had played with the woman, Sarah. She admitted that the woman had some skill and had been about to do more than use the indirect stimulation points when she had looked to what that old man Jonathan had tried to do. Simply reaching over Sarah she let her hands flutter causing the woman to go limp with her eye rolled back in her head as she scooted out from the insensate twitching woman.

"You just couldn't accept playing could you," Anne said as she looked at Alice. "We were more than willing to play and have fun, but you just couldn't be satisfied with that."

"Besides that is what Anne likes," Alice said as she seemed to vanish from beneath the man. "Really couldn't just take a blow and wanted to bugger on the first how rude."

"You obviously didn't understand the rules," Anne said as she stalked before the man now sprawled on his back on the ground. "You come to our place and violate our rules on our night. Really shows a complete lack of manners on your part."

A flicker of darkness passed and the two vanished from sight as the clearing turned as dark as a moonless night. The sounds of the animals started to sound and a rhythm started in the swaying of the trees.

"Trick or Treat?" Came the pair of voices echoing across the clearing caused him to shudder in dread. "Smell our sweats. Give us something good to eat."

"Witches," the priest said as he tried to get to his feet quickly. "Unnatural temptresses no wonder you tried to lure me here."

"We didn't lure you anywhere," Alice said all around. "We were coming here to play and you were more than willing to play."

"You should always ask the rules before the game starts," Anne said as she seemed to appear behind him. "It's quite mean to try to change them in play."

He spun around hitting nothing but mist. He was looking over where he was far from where a voice could carry.

'It had been a perfect place where no one could hear or see,' he thought. 'I guess it still is just not for us.'

"So which will it be trick or treat?" Alice asked sounding far less slight than she had before. "Life or death dear Father is in your hands."

"I wouldn't really have minded if you had asked," Anne said sounding bemused. "Still you should know to ask before you try to take something. So trick or treat?"

For some reason he thought neither answer would result in anything good still a fifty-fifty chance in this case wasn't bad.

"Do be ever so good to pick," Alice said as she suddenly appeared in front of him with a very disturbing grin. "Which will it be trick or treat?"

"Treat," he answered as if it was obvious.

Alice grinned and nodded before he felt a sudden stinging sensation. He looked over to see blood pooling from his arms and legs and he felt that maybe he might be able to crawl away.

"How is this, a treat?" he asked shocked.

"It was a treat for Alice," Anne said looking at the blood almost salivating. "So what say you to me, trick or treat?"

"Trick," he answered thinking that if treat was bad how could trick.

"Goody," Anne said as she grinned at him. "Now you get to see a trick."

Night, Trick and Trouble materialized around the man. That they were black as night and were capable of that kind of a sudden appearance chilled the man. He had already suspected them as witches as unholy consorts of evil leading men like him astray.

"Stay away from me!" he shouted brandishing the cross hanging from his neck. "Unnatural servants of Satan, be gone!"

"Really old man," Alice said in a sickly sweet voice.

"Do you think your God cares," Anne asked with a smirk, "about a hypocrite like yourself?"

"We are no more servants of your devil than you are a servant of your God," Alice said with a vicious grin. "If anything it is you serving the devil while we merely deal out the punishments a just God would want."

"Now try to hold still," Anne said. "Oh and remember to scream. Your God should hear your cries of remorse."

What followed was a brutal scene of carnage. The girls carved the man alive and the companions eat of his still attached flesh. Arranging various still cooling parts around the struggling man, the girls began to find a use for the man's death. They knew Harry would be upset with them for wasting. Waste not want not and all that. Why he might be so upset that he would not spank them before draining them dry as he licked them to heaven.

"You got everything ready?" Alice asked Anne. "I don't think we will get another idiot wandering in."

"He may be an idiot," Anne said with a smirk, "but he will at least be useful. It was easier than trying to catch an animal. They are getting more skittish around us."

"A small price to pay," Alice replied. "Besides think how happy he will be when we show him this far ahead of schedule."

"Only here," Anne said. "I swear it's like a dumping ground. You know that the odds of finding a fallen priest on this night of all nights are small."

"Don't look gift horses in the mouth," Alice said. "Shame we don't have anywhere to keep his skeleton."

"You just think master should have a proper army," Anne sing-songed. "Still with a source to direct us and help cover up we will be far ahead of things. The twisted bone ritual is just an unexpected bonus."

"True," Alice replied. "We had best start. We will barely have time. He dies at midnight and we have to get up early."

The two looked up at the sky seeing the moon shilling down on them as the clouds parted. It was obviously getting later and they had spent too much time playing and toying with the man.

"So true," Anne said. "The woman at least has a talented tongue to keep her."

Alice looked at the insensate woman and contemplated trying her out before returning to task. They could play afterwards. So putting their play to the side they went to work. Arranging themselves around the man they drew a circle of blood and ash from some of the broken branches around using their fire.

"Oh sleeping ones," Alice said. "Here my call on this night."

The skies started to cloud over obscuring most of the clearing as the wind started to blow again. The animals in the area went deathly silent and even the insects ceased their motions. The sudden silence was amplified by a chill spreading through as a sudden frost covered the area outside the circle.

"Lost ones we beseech thee," Anne said. "The veil thins to grant thee passage."

The entire clearing seemed to fill with specters. Young and old and in between gathered there regardless of time, age, sex or social status. They did have one common thing as they were all dead. Some were relatively normal looking except for that fact while others were twisted in spirit as they had been in body. Some still bore the marks of their death while others manifested the flaws that followed them in death.

"The sacred time for you departed ones comes," Alice said. "We offer flesh and blood to thee."

The somewhat transparent dead gained form as the Priest screamed as his flesh literally began to dissolve joined with blood misting off. Muscles began to untwine and fall like strings before breaking down. His visible nerves began to twitch as blood pooled at his eyes, ears, nose and mouth. The soft tissue of those began to bulge as the blood rushed there as well as cover the man in a shine reminiscent of red sweat.

"A wretched one who preys on innocence," Anne recites. "Take this offering and gain peace."

With that intoned the Father Jonathan screamed as blood redirected again this time exploding from his groin where it had caused him to swell before exploding in a bloody shower of gore before the mess cleaned itself by evaporating to more screeches. He was left as something less than a zombie but more than a skeleton in appearance. The sinew and tendons were becoming visible even as the non critical organs dissolved into liquid before they flowed down and around the bones.

"Grant us a tool forged by spirit," Alice shouts, "made of the bones of a twisted flesh!"

Now his bones began to twist and turn as they shifted amid the mangled flesh that still remained. As ribs started to collect together revealing exposed withering and decaying lungs, the bones began to melt and blend together becoming denser as they did so. Soon the ribs had solidified into two prongs glistening in white. With what should have been a soul rending scream that in no way fazed either of the girls, his spine began to twist between the two prongs forming a central blade as well as handle as from his legs a guard began to take form.

"Find in this act your rest granted!" Anne shouts. "No more to wander the mortal coil!"

As the priest was reduced to an elongated spine with arms and enough lungs and vocal cords to scream, the gathered dead were starting to shimmer. They were solid and no longer intangible as the wounds on their spirits faded in flashes of white fire. As the bones that made up his arms were drawn like a suction to the spine, they shrunk in size becoming smaller and smaller while the screaming head stayed at the end of the flowing bones.

"Go now you to seek the wonders eternal!" Alice screams. "So it is said..."

The clearing was bathed in a glowing white light as the spirits were lit by white flames caressing them. The priest's head began to shrivel and shrink as the screams became more and more high pitched. The hands flowed along the stretched spine to below the rib blades curving into a lower guard to protect the hands of the wielder.

"So mote it be!" the two girls shout together.

With that said the priests screamed as his head and spine contracted to form the pommel of the handle of the blade. The sudden flash of white disoriented anyone that would think to investigate. The clearing was clear of any signs of anything having readily occurred or at least as far as their having been anyone other than the three girls and the animals there.

The two younger girls turned their attention to the insensate woman who was twitching with her eyes still rolled back in her head and a visible puddle forming again from under her habit. They had neglected her and left her in a feedback loop when Anne had slid away from her. The effect on the woman's mind would likely be uncertain though it would be far more malleable than even a toddler's.

"So it seems you didn't disable her simply?" Alice asked as now with the man gone she could fully examine the heaving shuddering woman. "You do realize that despite her peculiarities the effect of that technique for such duration would lead to..."

"Stop trying to sound so old," Anne whined. "Why use long words when simple do? Besides I don't see the point..."

"It would be obvious if he was here," Alice said with a sigh. "The rather useful woman just had a religious experience level series of orgasms. You broke her so I hope you can take care of her."

"Hey I am not that irresponsible!" Anne huffed in indignation. "Give me one reason you think that."

"One you ask for only one," Alice said with a laugh. "You forgot to feed your companion so long that he almost went after the first bit of flesh he smelled."

"I was busy," Anne tried to rebuff, "besides, what about the fact that you keep interrupting my Harry time?"

"There is no way that he was ready for you to wake him up like that," Alice said with a sigh. "It's been an uphill battle to get him to show us any emotion or personal attention. I get the 'dults since they don't have a clue, but I am talking about us here."

"Tell me about it," Anne said with a pout. "I wake him up and get him ready and just as I line up He goes off on me and him and issues. Men!"

"You're just irritated that while we may have gotten him to loosen up some he is still too uptight," Alice said with a smirk. "While I understand your point trying to surprise him into buggering you is a bit much for him. Stupid Dursleys so hope to torture them more than just ruining their image."

"Truth!" Anne shouts in agreement bouncing about just accidentally bumping Sarah enough to start her eventual return to reality. "Still while I may not be ready for him to flip me over, lift my skirt and pound me here." With that Anne cups her mound and proceeds to show off and get herself nearly off. "There is still there to think about."

With that Anne proceeds to shake her ass provocatively as she waggled it at Alice. So involved were they that they didn't notice that Sarah began to awaken as her shudders slowed. The first thing she saw was Anne with her skirt flipped up and rubbing her cheeks before spreading them just a bit. Suffice it to say that since Sarah was quite impressionable at the time that her actions are rather obvious.

With little fanfare, Anne soon found herself leaning against the kneeling Sarah. Alice watched amusedly as Sarah readily tried to please the girl that had broken and shaped her so pleasurably. It was a bit odd though it looked interesting to see an adult practically worshiping one of their bodies instead of their self centered views of using them for their pleasure.

"Hmm that feels nice," Anne said as she relaxed into the machinations. "Now only if our dear master was here to take advantage of the situation."

"Only you Anne," Alice said with a laugh. "You have a horny woman who is very submissive licking and kissing your ass and you are thinking how perfect it would be that Harry was here to slide in after she licked you until you were good and wet enough to enter! Still I didn't get a go at her so we might as well play since she seems so agreeable..."

"Most definitely," Anne purred as Sarah took advantage of the leaning to lick her slit before adding some more stimulation to her. "Hmm good with fingers and tongue though she seems a bit more fervent than before..."

Anne cut off in a moan as Sarah began to work at her folds while glued to her tongue delved back and forth probing between her eager holes. With Sarah being distracting trying to please the girl she imprinted on, Alice found no resistance as she checked through the woman's possessions and found what she had there to be enlightening. She had planned a simple night of a ritual and then the night long sex until they couldn't move. With someone to share attention with they might not go as crazy as Harry had warned them about. They were annoyed at first that he wouldn't be there to go through the rush with them.

'Well we have a toy to play with so I guess this Halloween isn't so bad,' Alice thought as she positioned herself. 'Still I know that Anne isn't going to let Harry not take her hopefully by Christmas. It seems a given event given how that dream went. Now to play with Sarah here and later I can try her tongue out when she isn't buried inside Anne.'

With that the clearing devolved into gasps and grunts from Alice and Anne as they played. Sarah would barely get to rouse from her addled state before dawn rose the next morning. She would be sore and tender for a while and have a hard time holding things or talking. They had an inside source to get at a ready stream of sacrifices or if they played by the rules some toys to vary things out with.