Deep in the dungeons of Hogwarts, Severus Snape pondered things. Oh some might think with the look on his face that he was pouting, but anyone who implied otherwise would lose at least a hundred points and get to be his minion for a month scrubbing cauldrons and potion lab with a toothbrush. Someone had been getting most of his independent brewing contracts and even trying to sell some of the more adequate students' efforts was not helping him. Teaching did not pay well despite the prestige as well as other incentives. Severus had long been under a variety of names the lead potion supplier for Knocturn until a few years ago.

'Who the hell is cutting supplies?' Snape thought in confusion. 'I know what their sigil is but not who is behind the mask as it were. My profits are dropping tremendously and someone is also providing ingredients that I was harvesting from the forest! Add to that the Potter is skilled in potions and seems to be impervious to Legilimency does not help matters!'

With his scowl increased in potency several times he glared at the glass of potent alcohol in front of him. He needed to relax and the students were either more incompetent than usual or more dangerous than normal. It was times like this that he wished that he had chosen one of the vices of his Death Eater colleagues. He had been in it for the power and potion potential that the Ministry had made difficult to acquire. If he had the vices of Lucius or either of the Lestranges he would have been more easily sated with a quick memory charm on one of the students.

'As tempting as it is to just make something useful from the dunderheads as most of them are about as useful as a Knocturn whore,' Severus said as he downed the glass with a sigh. 'I am above such petty things. Really why anyone would think that I would sink to needing a memory charm and a retightening charm is irritating. Like I need to sodomize one of the children before retightening their torn open holes! So what if I have little interest in the inferior women that come through these halls. Not a one compared to the fire that was Lily Evans. The woman could have made the Dark Lord kneel at her feet if she had but chosen! Power, persuasion and passion wrapped into one package. If she had but asked I would have chosen to serve her even if she was with Potter. Still it seems that her son has inherited her will if Granger is anything to go by. At first I thought it was like seeing myself all over again with her, but it is he who is in charge with her as his assistant. I may have tried to compete with Lily but there was something that was wasted on her being a muggleborn. If she was even able to prove a trace of Wizarding Heritage she could have ruled. The boy at least seems less inclined to such matters than what records show the Dark Lord was. No at least I don't need to worry about someone with her blood taking his place.'

"Bibsy!" Severus called as a House Elf appeared. "Fetch my hangover potion and the strong bottle."

"Yes Professor," Bibsy squeaked out as she popped out.

With a return pop the elf left the strong bottle of liquor its contents swirling in an almost unholy manner with a very revolting colored potion. Severus was loath to drink as his father had been an abusive drunk still given things a drink was easier than any other method of relaxing that he had available. He let his mind drift to what he hadn't said in the meeting.

'Potter is dangerous of that I am certain and it is a good thing that neither Filius nor Minerva are overly fooled by his appearance,' Severus thought as he savored the most potent liquor that would not send his body to incompetency in his craft the next day. 'Perhaps there is more cause to savor the fruit of my labor or there would be without the competition. I do have to wonder what Pomona was hiding because while I may try to portray that house as nothing but lay bouts and meek sheep there is strength in numbers and anyone to call Madame Bones either of those is a fool.'

While Severus worried about what hidden plots the head of Hufflepuff was involved in, the lady in question was as common for the house recovering from some of the eager attention of her students. Pomona was flushed and sated with a mix of male and female students in the large bed she was laying in. it was a given that by their third year at the latest that a Puff would be sexually active and without the negative implications that other houses would have they were well learned in the carnal arts and often treated such actions similar to others would any other form of comfort.

Where a Gryffindor would hug a friend the Hufflepuff would likely go down on them and while a Ravenclaw may have amassed large encyclopedias of sexual and sensual knowledge the Puffs would have learned hands on how to make one feel good and how to readily find a person's spots. There was a reason that Gryffindor and Slytherin had been unwilling to duel while she had been present. Helga had managed to get the two founders to put their rivalry aside and sate themselves with her at the same time. Not that despite things she hadn't dragged a resistant Rowena to her bed. It had only taken a little nudge to turn the mind of the sharpest witch in the age to devour the knowledge of the carnal delights much to the fours mutual delights.

It was a secret pride that most of the girls to pass through Hufflepuff were well skilled in pleasing their lovers regardless of sex and that to those lucky blokes to marry a Huffleslut they would never have the issues that came from the other houses girls. Slytherins were too much for appearance but more often than not were as out there in their kinks. Gryffindors tended to do risky attention drawing things that if they were caught would end ruining their family in their societal standings. Ravenclaws were while bookworms tended to be as kinky and passionate as possible to balance out their studious nature.

Such thoughts tended to pass through Pomona's mind as she drifted down the slowly easing waves of her satisfaction. She saw the nuzzling forms of her prefects with a very eager third year resting her head on her thighs. A smile was plastered on her face drawing a warm feeling to her chest that had nothing sexual about it. Some would never understand them and thus why they were more loyal to each other than any other.

'And they wonder why a Puff is a Puff for life,' she thought with a sigh. 'Hmm it is nice that we like to rest like this. I wonder if any of them will wake up feeling randy again. Still they talk better when relaxed...'

Seated around her, the rest of the recovering badgers turned to their sighing head of house. As close as their sharing brought them their talking kept them feeling close when no longer physically so. Still most of them pitied the other houses for their repression. Some would try a boyfriend or girlfriend from the other houses but most were too possessive for their tastes. Sharing was caring after all.

"Is there something you want to talk about Pomona?" Siobhan said from where her head rested on her head of houses legs. "A worry shared is a worry halved after all."

"It's about the firsties," Pomona said with a sigh as she felt hands gently comfort her body as she rested form their exertion. "Albus wanted to know about them and give a good report on them. I have as always neglected to inform him of Hufflepuff only matters. He would not understand our ways and would worry and respond unnecessarily."

"Ah I take it he is intrigued in the good Harry Potter more than he should," Siobhan said as she snuggled against her. "My friend in Ravenclaw had much to say on the young man."

"True enough Albus has an unnatural fixation on him more so than the fame and focus from his survival would warrant," she said as she let a moan at the multiple massages escape from her. "Even given the eventual political clout that he will have it seems excessive. Still I will do my best as I would for any other student. I am more concerned with helping the new badgers into the den proper."

"They will be open soon enough," Siobhan said with a smile. "Some will take longer to wish to give more comfort than a kiss or hug as it was for us before while others will eagerly wish to aid each other sooner. You know that better than us why my friend Tonks is finally seeing things and she is a third year!"

"Ah but she is Andy's kid and she likely indoctrinated her to keep her from acting like she did," Pomona said with a content murmur. "I so hoped she would be here and get the complete support that she needs especially after her gift was discovered..."

"Yes the first metamorphmagus outside the badgers in far too long," the boy recovering still inside her said with a shudder. "The hat should know better than to allow the gifted to be reviled so especially a girl. The other boys have no respect for any they would wish to lie with. I heard that Miss Tonks had to be protected from unwanted advances by the Potter scion. A shame what the other houses seem to produce."

"Yes it is a shame," Pomona agreed with sadness. "One can only hope that her other friends are as loyal as you Siobhan."

"I understand why we are to address you when in class respectfully but to remove the idea that a person is also a professor seems wrong," Siobhan said with a content sigh as she snuggled against her. "A shame that the other houses do not follow our notions as things would be so much better."

"Jealousy and pride were the fall always," Pomona said with a slight frown. "As it was during the founding it continues now. We are the house that is the happiest while the others are driven and forget to live."

"So true," Siobhan said with remorse tingeing her voice. "Katie, Alicia and Angelina are driven to compete and be seen like any other Gryffindor while my dear friend Tonks is driven to know even if it was less than some members of her house. To know and understand is the raven's way while to plot and beguile the serpents favor."

"But to us the badgers do we stand united and together working low do we not shirk our work nor do we turn our backs to one another," the badgers said solemnly yet enthusiastically together. "For our friends are our strength and to our friends are our strength given!"

"A shame that the other houses become so divided," Pomona said with a sigh. "May we never be divided for our will is united!"

"A Hufflepuff is a Hufflepuff for life ever loyal ever willing to try!" her students shouted in joy.

"You always make me proud of you," Pomona said to her badgers. "I just hope the coming troubles do not divide us as we have so rarely been in the past. So rare for such a tragedy to occur Hufflepuff must always stand united!"

"So you are aware of the divides the others seek to bring to our house," one of the ladies curled with her head resting on her chest said with a sorrowful sigh. "We need to keep the firsties and second years from this conflict that divides the school more so than in many a year. Do any of the firsties seem overly potential?"

"I fear that the Slytherins scheming and the Gryffindors black and white views will start to tear us apart," Pomona said with a sob as her badgers held her shuddering form. "The younger must be prevented from that or the effects will be dire. Though I know you are hoping to share with them I see two with potential this year. Hannah Abbot and Susan Bones already understand why we are loyal and if Susan is anything like her aunt we will love her time here."

That brought a grin to the reclining badgers. Amelia Bones was everything that a badger should be as tenacious as she was loyal and more than willing to give her all into whatever she was doing. That legends of her antics in the den persisted to this day was also something that made them feel joy. Besides they all knew of what happened to her parents and she was one of them and Hufflepuffs helped each other. Amelia was a Puff and even if they craved physical companionship that did not mean that she had slept her way to her position no it had been her ability as well as the Hufflepuff network that had enabled her to do what no female in the other houses had done since the current trend had started.

"When will they be ready for induction?" Siobhan purred as she asked stretching from where she was cuddled. "I notice that they are already looking close and it is likely that they have an idea of what being a Puff is about!"

"Quite right my dear," Pomona said as she reached down and beckoned the girl to her. "I am far too tired for such enthusiasm but I don't believe any of you would not like to help me be loved."

"What true Puff would?" Siobhan asked as she kissed her with tenderness and care. "Just relax and let us love you and each other..."

'Such good friends,' Pomona thought as she surrendered her body to the hands and more of the caring badgers. 'Oh Irma if only you had been something other than a Raven what fun we would have had... still the Hawk eyed one is one of ours. Her excitement in Harry was something else I left from my report though whatever actions that drive us will see to how things develop! A shame that young Cedric is going to Mara as he has come along nicely...'

Suffice it to say that the den was not just a place that they rutted like their name sakes but actually drew comfort from each other. It was an odd thing that the house had long since known to engrain in their members. None of them wished to have a time where they were divided or worse shunned. While it lacked the lethality of such from ancient times a Puff was no island and most would go twitchy if they were alone to long. Still others were wondering of things.

Madame Xiomara Hooch was reclining in her room having just finished polishing her own personal broom. She took religious care of it and was one thing that she was loath to share as most were disrespectful to them and took even less care than they did their wands. It was part of her daily ritual from her younger years waxing the broom in the nude as she did her wand tenderly and as often amusing with actions that the students would find full of innuendo. She was grateful that she had not needed to tell Dumbledore about Harry's remarkable skills in flying as it would have drawn more attention to the young man.

'He is far too serious on the ground,' Mara thought with a sigh as she gently evened out the wax on her wand smoothing it in with a silk cloth. 'If it was not for that I would have seriously tried to convince Filius to get him on the team just so that he could fly more. Still he is right in not wanting that attention as so much has been dulled by him not being in one of the Rival houses. It was disconcerting that he seems to already be developing like that and putting him in a locker room would cause issues. The girls would peek to see him while the boys might be intimidated. Still some extra lessons to improve his natural talent will be necessary as letting any talent waste like that would be a shame! He already looks like James did when he was almost a fifth year and drawing attention. I don't think that the hormonal girls will be able to think in a few years time. If I was not sure that he will likely already be involved with Miss Granger by the looks of it I would not mind a go when he is in peak form. Perhaps the pair will try when he is captain though...'

A sharp knock came from the door and Xiomara turned her head to the door. She was in no rush to cover herself as she was relaxing polishing her wand lovingly as she wished the students would. Besides if it was who was to arrive near this time than there was no reason to robe to disrobe a few moments later.

"Who is it?" Xiomara asked as she worked the wax into her wand with long gentle strokes. "I am just finishing up some necessities."

"It's Cedric, Cedric Diggory, Madame Hooch," he said with a happy voice. "Professor Sprout said I should ask about the schedule..."

"Oh do come in just close the door behind you," Xiomara said returning to her wand care. "Now what aspects of the schedule need to be addressed?"

Cedric stood there watching as the toned woman worked a wand in a very erotic manner to his teenage mind. He was in fact despite used to the den rather distracted by the sight in front of him. He just zoned out watching while Xiomara worked the wand as he pictured him being in its place. It was not until he groaned with his eyes half lidded that she turned to him. She looked over and saw he was at attention and while not as well formed as his superior was at least not as bad as some of the other houses produced.

"Well now Cedric it appears that you have a problem," Xiomara said as she watched the boy almost go off in his pants. "Can you focus on why you came here?"

"Madame Hooch," Cedric croaked out as she continued now facing him.

"Call me Mara," she said as she smiled slightly. "You plan on being captain soon so what aspect of the schedule needed addressing?"

"Well Madame Hooch I mean Mara," Cedric squeaked at her sudden glare. "Pomona said to get some extra time for the pitch?"

"Ah so since she is likely quite busy with the captain you were sent," Mara said with a sly grin. "Do you know how time is decided?"

"First come first serve," Cedric guessed as most of his blood was otherwise in use.

"Close but not quite," Mara said with a slight smile and a move of her hand that caused Cedric to fall to his ass. "Well you seem to get the point even if you don't seem to get it. Whichever Quidditch captain gets me to cum first gets first choice."

"Oh," Cedric said before a quick flick left him divested. "Guess I better get to work than..."

"Yes," Mara said with a smile as he crawled towards her. "Now you just need to convince me though if Harry gets Captaincy first he will have choice I am afraid..."

Mara cut off as he reached her and put his all into satisfying her. Pleased enough not to tell him that his future competition was already better prepared, she just lay back and let him please her. It might put him of his task if she told him she snuck a peak while he was showering after some intense flying. His leadership skills even if lacking enough social skills did lead her to believe that he would make captain before fifth year. She already could see the potential to go professional and the money let alone the others was not something that would concern him. She knew he would need to fly to center himself and not forget to live.

'Flying is freedom and I have to admit that the only thing better is this while flying,' Mara thought as she eagerly enjoyed the future Hufflepuff Quidditch Captains actions. 'I wonder who else Pomona will send me as I cannot get to the den as often anymore. I wish Irma would just stop repressing herself as it cannot be good for her...'

Meanwhile in her room, Irma Pince was fretting. Her books were being gone through and yet whoever it was left them without harm so unlike most of the ingrates that infested her library. They were not even the slightest hint of her wards let alone anyone else's wards being triggered. She felt a sudden desire to find who it was and ask to aid her in drilling her appreciation into the inconsiderate and at times she though illiterate students. That would make up for her worry that someone was able to sneak in after hours and disturbing almost nothing pilfer and pillage her domain.

"Yes," Irma said as she lovingly caressed her private register. "We will get those fools who cannot respect you, my precious."

Suffice it to say that it was a good thing that no student ever sought out her room as they would be quite frightened by her even out of her domain. Still she suspected that it was a Ravenclaw at work as a Slytherin despite supposed to being cunning enough to do so lack the attention to detail to not be noticed. So with that she let her mind drift to whom of the new Claws would be capable of it. That they seemed likely to be able to get around the wards on the Restricted Section seemed to be some concern to her and yet the level of respect calmed her ire for their impudence to invade her sanctum.

'Now who could it be,' Irma thought as she let the list of frequent borrowers cross through her mind. 'Su Li is to shy even if she is respectful and she would ask before borrowing. Padma Patil would be less likely as well given family connections. Lisa Turpin as well has little reason. The two that stick out are the ones that the heads seem interested in. Harry Potter and his shadow Hermione Granger have the means and manner to do so.'

A sudden surge of irritation at the two passed through her. It thrummed through her veins that one she had trusted would dare to impinge on her authority. She chalked most of it to Harry Potter. He was quite and could blend in when he chose but the way he moved reminded her far too much of the descriptions her books had of the powerful to be at ease.

'If it was not for the lack of pallor and his presence in sunlight I would think him a vampire,' she thought as she carefully placed her book to its specific spot. 'He moves like one or as close as any book described it. The hunger held in his eyes is present though it seems to be growing in Miss Grangers as well. What would have so many similarities to the more ancient vampires without being one? In a few years there will be problems from him I can feel it. I just hope that unlike his father he does not try to do that in my stacks!'

As Irma pondered these things she never suspected the real reason as even in her domain the books were hard to find and harder to understand. While her library had survived the purges that governmental and other groups had done there were still things that even her collection lacked in information. How little knowledge of proper necromancy remained was a testament to the last millennium's purges. Such information had been hunted down by the fearful and greedy as a proper necromancer was a very powerful foe even without the legions of dead to call forth.

'I will find your secret,' Irma thought with determination. 'I have all the knowledge not lost at my fingertips, I can access the Ravenclaw Private library as well as my own and the Headmasters. You will not manage to stay unknown!'

Suffice it to say that Irma's room was soon filled by cackling oddly mirroring the Defense professor's room. Things had not gone to plan and Quirinus Quirrell was once more suffering under his master's displeasure. It was lucky for him that his passenger could not cast his former power onto him or he would have long since been broken by the strain to his mind.

"I am sorry master," Quirinus stuttered under the pain his master sent surging through his body. "I cannot discover how the troll vanished from the castle."

"You disappoint me Quirinus," Voldemort said with his voice showing his displeasure. "You know that I do not tolerate such failures. Now accept your punishment!"

"AHHHHHH!" he screamed as the man's very blood seemed to burn inside him. "Master I will not fail you again."

"See that you do not," he said his voice drawing shudders through his servant's shared body. "Already your frail body struggles to contain my power. We will need more than simple potions at the rate you are going. Only one thing remains to sooth the consequences of your incompetence... unicorn blood is our last resort as there is no way that you can acquire freely given phoenix tears."

Stealing himself at the slight queasiness at what his lord demanded he answered, "Of course my lord it will be done. May your humble servant ask of your wisdom to gain some insight?"

"What kind of master would I be if I did not instruct my servants no matter how feeble they seem at carrying out my will," The Dark Lord silkily chided. "Ask your question and I will enlighten your ignorance. Perhaps it pertains to your mission."

"Yes my lord thank you," Quirinus sobbed in relief at his master's mercy. "With the troll unable to provide enough of a diversion I was only able to gain knowledge of the first trap that I have not managed to enquire of the others. That leaves only the dog which is obviously that half-breeds creature and Snape's to be known. I humbly ask your wisdom in how to acquire the knowledge to pass their safeguards."

"Hagrid," Slowly came the loathing voice of the self styled Lord Voldemort. "He has had one dream beyond all others. His one obsession beyond the creatures he has managed to stumble into enquiring is simply Dragons and in that I cannot fault him in being intrigued by their raw power or unwillingness to serve. How easier my noble mission would have been if my Death Eaters had been able to swoop down on dragon back and way waste to the ignorant fools."

"I humbly thank you my master but what of Severus my lord?" Quirinus asked supplicating himself to his passenger. "He seems to be Dumbledore's creature following his commands like a dog?"

"He is my spy in the old fool's ranks," Voldemort said with conviction. "He knows the price of betraying me but even after all this time he waits gathering knowledge and steering the children to our cause. Still if he betrays me he shall perish as those that denounced me shall be dealt with in time as so too shall I reward those who remained loyal."

"You are as wise as you are powerful my lord," Quirinus said in awe at his master. "I fear that the Old Meddler will not be as easy to distract next time."

"A muggle loving fool he may be, but not even he would not increase his vigilance," his master told him. "We will need to know how to get past all the safeguards as the fool will not entrust us to whatever his is and it would take time to pierce. We will strike when he is away..."

"Yes master," Quirinus said. "What of the boy?"

"He has no interest to me at this time," he said with a frown. "If he was not a bookworm I would say he seems far too like me for my own interest. How one such as he was not Slytherin I do not know though I believe he manipulated the hat. Perhaps in time he can be trained to serve either way the stone is the priority. I shall deal with my allies and enemies in the proper time!"

"Yes Master," he said with fanatic devotion. "Your will be done!"

"As it should be my servant," the Dark Lord whispered. "As it should be..."

Tonks was alone in her room trying once more to come to grips with what had happened. She was torn on the matter. She had reveled in every moment of it and it hadn't been till she had been left to recover still convulsing in her climax that she had started to feel the nagging of her mother's beliefs. She had loved having their hands tease and play with her body as it was far more fulfilling than the toys she had hidden in her room. She was laying there alternating sobbing and shuddering as she tried to right her hormone driven schism.

'Why when we were so close did I recoil so?' Tonks asked as she bucked against the toy pressing against and vibrating her mound. 'I know that if they had been back even a few minutes sooner I would not have backed down so much even if I hated myself for loving what they had done with and to me! I am amazed that I didn't ask them to grease me up like I saw Hermione was. Well that and that it would have been intriguing to see her being stimulated like that while I was there. Why is it after the fact that I regret not allowing things to continue on?'

As she lay there conflicted in thought her body continued to respond to the stimulation. She had unknowingly unbuttoned her blouse and laid with it like a blanket beneath her while her hair spread in a haze around her head. Her legs were spread towards the two corners of the bed and her skirt was bunched up leaving the only thing keeping her nude body from being completely exposed was her panties with an obvious rectangular bulge that may be passed off if it hadn't only been in her front as a pad instead of the flat vibrating rectangle it was. Arranged to her sides were other items of self stimulation each obvious yet shocking for a former completely repressive prude.

"Why can't I just let go?" Tonks moaned out as her right hand grabbed a feather and teased herself with it. "I know that I loved every minute of it and if I didn't let this guilt and shame at that fact stop me I could be right now being driven to several mind blowing orgasms. This is definitely not what I planned on today. Laying here thinking about this even as my body craves their touch again and that I am making poor substitutes with these toys!"

Even as she was mentally dismissing the toys in question she was like a passenger in her own body as it was once more consumed with need. As Tonks was busy with her mind, Dora was busy in using her own body. Dora sadly saw very little of the restrictions and resolutions from Tonks and was more than willing to take pain as it brought her pleasure. So putting that notion to reality she added several inconveniences to her form including to clips to snap around her aroused nipples using her free left hand.

While her right hand teased her body with the feather, her left hand had after adding the stinging clips to her tits grabbed one of the spare tools. Dora drunk in the sensations of the feather contrasting to the sting of the crop coming down randomly over her body. She was unaware of where either would be and reveled in the disconnection as the sensations slowly brought her prudish side closer to her willing wants. Red welts formed from her strikes and soon her stomach was warm as well as her thighs and tits. She had reluctantly missed her twat as the vibrator buzzed held by her snug panties.

Dora rode her waves of pleasure tinged with pain as Tonks had completely drifted into a nothingness of contemplation. In his room Harry and Hermione were readily indulging in several of the actions in her fantasies. Tonks unknowingly was lucidly dreaming of their games. A passenger in her body as Dora kept her floating in the sudden current of climaxes she was unable to look away at the actions of her once and hopefully again lovers.

Tonks felt her resistance slowly wearing down as she watched Hermione kneeling naked on his bed with her ass stuck in the air. She could make out the plug proudly being waved from where it was wedged in her ass. She looked at Harry's form flushed with excitement and the muscles that would be able to put a large amount of force into the crop in his hand. For a moment she agreed with her nymphomaniac alter ego in wishing to be there as he brought his arm back and brought the crop down on the already dripping girl. She could practically feel the anticipation that Hermione was radiating.

So involved with the scene she failed to notice the gagged and bound red headed spirit watching with lust clearly in her eyes. The two watched on unable to either look away or grant themselves release. The moans coming from Hermione were as much pleasure and passion as they were from the stinging pain of the crop cracking on her ass. That she did not flinch away and actually thrust back into the strokes was something that intrigued the pair of aroused voyeurs.

"Oh god Master!" Hermione shouted as Harry brought the crop down between her cheeks striking the plug in her. "More more just give me more!"

"As you wish Mine," Harry said as he knelt behind her his arousal evident and throbbing at attention. "Where should I strike you next? Where do you crave my crop?"

'Man I have no idea where he gets the feel for this,' Tonks thought as she watched spellbound by the two's interactions. 'The two seem to always know what to say to get their partner hotter.'

"Where else?" Hermione asked bending so that her stomach was curled and her sex readily reachable. "You asked me earlier where I should not be neglected my cunt or ass so stop neglecting me!"

"But of course my kinky kitten," Harry replied sending a shiver of anticipation through Hermione and the two watchers. "You wouldn't want it any other way!"

With that a loud crack sounded through the room as the crop struck true and Hermione's eyes bulged from the strike. That was before her sudden shriek pierced the air as the crop dug into her slit the tip landing with force to cause her body to tense as the soothing flow of her juices ran down the crop to sooth the sharp pain of her sex. Harry watched the shuddering as the shriek of pain became a moan of pleasure as her lips throbbed around the crop.

It always seemed that no matter how he thought that there were more hidden depths and kinks to explore especially in his kinky kitten. He had grown to know what Alice and Anne were like having at one time of the other delved into their minds and seen their souls bared to his gaze. He knew them better than he realized he had known himself. If he had supped that sweet release as deeply in any previous Halloween, he knew he would have felt no reluctance in their inclinations and despite any discomfort would have gladly taken them as they begged.

'Oh Hermione what a dark dominant presence you bring out in me,' Harry thought as his gaze bore into her as his arm swung again and again into the oh so willing strokes eagerly accepted by her body. 'Anne will likely worship you for bringing this side of me out to play. Still as sating as the sex has been and the magic here sustains. We both will need blood to taste it flowing into our thirsty mouths pulsing with the quickened beat of our preys' excited hearts. So hard a line we walk to be better than that which we hunted. The little animals will not sate us even with the whole of the Hogwarts elves bringing in meat. The hunt sings in us and the lure of challenges in the forest will draw us deeper.'

Panting heavily from the exertion though more from the excitement, Harry watched Hermione slump to the bed with her ass and thighs red from his attentions. He knelt there his arousal aching in its rigidness and he knee walked to her head. Without resistance he soon let the ache be soothed by her mouth. For a moment he wished that Tonks had stayed repressed for the night and that Dora would have been there to aid and assist in their activities. He was so wrapped up in savoring his experience that he failed to feel at least the two present spirits or their reactions to the scene they were witnessing.

Tonks hung there gazing hungrily at them and vehemously loathing her unwillingness to completely commit and submit. She had forgotten the other viewer that she could see and the bound in bondage beauty was struggling to break free from the burning desires growing inside her. Oh she of red hair and burning emerald eyes looked on at the one she knew as Harry unconcerned of whatever relationship may have existed between them before she had rode those waves in what seemed like an eternity ago. He was her tie out of the nothingness. When he felt good she felt divine and she felt the pleasure of his partners as well.

The only one watching them who was aware of all of this was trapped in her body unable to be seen or interact with these deviant dreams. The nothingness was wearing down any hesitation that she may have had. Whoever this boy was she hoped with every fiber of her being that he didn't cut back on his activities as she found her body closer to her control and the shell more able to recall her life. She had loved her husband and wanted to return to him even though her desire to see what had become of her precious boy vied for dominance. The dream she had lived was a light in the void of nothingness and numbness. Perhaps an exchange could be arranged...

After finding relief in his lover and pet's mouth he drew her sore form to his and held her tenderly. He had been at first uncertain of such actions as dealing out punishments of pain resulting in such pleasurable rewards. It seemed counter intuitive to his life at the Dursleys. One sought to avoid pain and where possible embrace pleasant sensations. That his girls his precious one wanted him to vent his frustrations on them even if it hurt had been a difficult idea at first, but now he knew that sensations were different to different people.

With Hermione's form curled against him, he was no longer consumed with his need. Slow tender movements brought mutual relief and soon soothing liquid was worked into the inflamed flesh. Slowly Harry drifted off with Hermione held against him his arms holding her to him even as his hands tried to sooth the pain she had wished for. In the deepest reaches of his mind he was grateful for the healing abilities they had gained or he could feel the dread of one day going too far and permanently hurting her.

'Oh my Kinky Kitten,' Harry thought as his eyes slowed their blinking. 'We will need a way to tell when we go too far. I don't want to lose any of you. Without you three what would I have become? Would I have long ago torn the Dursleys to shreds and left she who abandoned me to bleed beaten and bruised marked forever with my rage so long suppressed? If Alice had not refused to turn from me and demand to be trained, would I have descended to complete apathy of everyone going so far as to readily break and breed the whole of my sight to my purpose? My ambition will be met but I am loath to become in so doing hated by the one I seek. Anne is so much like my devil's advocate asking me why I should not do as I will. I have the will but what gives me the right to force my will on others. If I did that I would be no different than Vernon and his ilk. I am no savior nor conquer for the masses. I will not be their hero or their scapegoat villain.'

"I have much left to do," Harry murmured determinately into her ear. "I will not die until after I have done so. None of you will leave let alone die until that time. Nothing will impede my ambition or my goal. Still that does not mean we cannot live in the mean time. It does not do well to exist forgetting to live."

In the castle there was a still present dissention in the staff the following week. Snape had managed to avoid telling them that he actually was more intimidated by the Potter boy than he had lately been with memories of the Dark Lord. Pomona had spent a good deal of time talking to her Puffs as was normal but had barely managed to not dance in joy at the changes that she had been entrusted to be quiet on. Still some people were dealing with things in a very confused manner.

"Have I done the right thing Fawkes?" Albus asked his phoenix as he sat in his chair and idly opened a lemon drop. "Family is important and no one would harm family it is just not done! Severus was the exception!"

Fawkes trilled consolingly. His companion was sadly unwilling to accept that the world was darker than he thought and that it seemed to grow darker with each passing day. It was not as it had been before with filial loyalty above all others. For when Albus had grown up it had become almost anathema to think of family fighting let alone leaving a child in distress or not caring for it as if it was one's own.

"I thought he would be so like his parents in the limelight seen by all needing attention," Albus said with a sigh. "Instead he is a Ravenclaw that seems to be so often unseen. At least he didn't end up in Slytherin or I fear he would have been a second more charismatic coming of Tom Riddle. He shows no signs that I would expect from that night as well as being an almost model student. A shame that Xiomara did not see to encourage him to join the Quidditch team early or he could be better monitored."

Fawkes gave the avian equivalent of a raised eyebrow at his companion's mutterings. His human seemed to be going a bit out there lately. His obsession with this boy did not seem to mean well given how strange he had gotten ever since the Grindlewald debacle. If the man had checked on young Tom or realized how far Grindlewald would go to get his ideals accepted than things would have been different.

'Maybe I should investigate this human buy,' Fawkes thought with another disapproving trill as Dumbledore sucked more calming draught spiked lemon drops. 'He couldn't be any more confused or confusing than my human though there is a strange scent in the castle that seems familiar...'

With a flash Fawkes vanished in a burst of fire. This only seemed to make Dumbledore more depressed. His grandfatherly visage faded completely as sorrow consumed his eyes and years of unshed tears poured from his eyes. Sobs of heart rending sorrow escaped his throat. Everyone saw him as the great and powerful Dumbledore and they rarely remembered how and what he had lost to get where he was.

"Why does everyone leave me," Albus said his head cradled in his hands. "Mother, sister, father and friend oh why do you leave me alone? I try so hard to make things better to make a world without the sorrow we experienced! Why do they have to cause such pain to each other? Is it not enough to have lost my sister and mother but to fight my best friend and confidant?"

Suffice it to say that he had slowly built too much of a resistance to cheering potions and was due to its sudden failing and lack of Fawkes prodding now in the middle of a sudden bout of depression. It was lucky for them that neither Quirrell nor Voldemort was aware of his temporary weakness. He was distraught enough to be unable to notice the subtle tingling in the wards that signified some minor problems. He had in fact become so dulled in his connection that he had not noticed Voldemort enter the school nor the actions of several students over the years. He would have sobbed harder if he was aware of his actions as well as lack of actions had wrought.

Raised with the Victorian values in the time of his childhood he slowly had lost most connection with the teenagers in his school. Oh he empathized enough with the Weasley twins and other pranksters as that was normal, but the sudden shift in the blatant aggression in regards to sexual matters would have offended him. Perhaps if he had caught his sister with his friend he would have accepted such notions instead he had little such interests at the time nor had his attempts to procreate met much success. Some would think his lack of interest in women meant he was homosexual instead of almost as asexual as Tom had become.

The tragedies of his youth led to a blinding belief in filial love instead of Eros love. The philosophies he had learned while wandering in his youth and time attending a muggle university had led to a strange set of notions that warred with what he knew as truth with what was accepted truth and what he believed was true. He knew better than to cry in front of others though a lone tear could be acceptable. It was not done any more than one displayed their other emotions too much in public. One may kiss chastely and hold hands in public but not more than that. He was so wrapped up in his beliefs that at times he forgot how the teenagers of his youth got around issues even if there was already an undiscussed once more potion to prevent pregnancies. That the so called fertility potion was more times than not the counter to a temporary sterility potion was never discussed anymore than the private matters of the time.

As one tends to do they romanticize their past and Albus was no exception. He no longer recalled that his brother had many a sexual escapade though it was in different matters than today. Yes Aberforth had been young and while it was frowned on to engage in sexual congress with a woman in a manner that could get one pregnant alternatives had been devised. The more precocious brother had never confessed to having as it was said at the time worshiping a girl's alter to Venus before he was at the time to risk Hera's wrath. It was a given of the time that if in doing so when he and the girl was at risk of getting a bun in the oven as the time implied that one would have to get married. To avoid that situation, the British had indulged somewhat in the French manner and sometime the Greek. It was a publically repressed time sexually similar to the way imbibing libations were even more popular during the twenties and the social stigma of drinking as a social disease.

Perhaps if Albus had viewed sex in a manner unlike Molly Weasley he would have long since settled down raised grandchildren and been better occupied than trying to control the degradation in the world that he saw. Albus rationalized all of the sex necessary for all their children as Molly's desire to have a daughter to raise even in opposition or outright being regardless of the tendency of Weasleys to mostly produce males even without illegal potions or charms. Most Weasleys in generations past were often married to provide male heirs where the current generation had only females in a family.

That his mind was even functionally sane in any form was a miracle. Still dementia had not sunk in not excessive memory loss. Sadly Albus Dumbledore was still weeping like a child even as parts of his fractured psyche analyzed and cooped with things. One part was a bigamist of the highest order viewing women only as breeding machines and to ease the unnatural lusts they inspired while another dreamed of a world where all could coexist in peace where magic made the world a better place. That his better world resembled Grindlewald's dream was best unsaid even if it lacked the muggles as serf's notion.

As he went through his unnoticed breakdown that the Hufflepuffs would have hugged if not more to comfort him, Fawkes was heading toward the forest. He had been tempted to find the potter boy but things were calling to him. He was a light creature or at least a light aligned phoenix compared to the vengeful firebirds who laughed as they burned people, animals and villages alike with their flames. The same could be said of the unicorn's darker relatives who had to be lured by virgin females before killing them when they went to gore the girl. Still for every dark there was light to the balance, although some were grey and only perceived by humans as one or the other and thus classified by the Ministry as such. Still somewhere a snake that equaled and was opposite to a basilisk existed one that likely could heal and the same to counter the Nundu's deadly breath. Wither either had been hunted to scarcity or extinction was likely uncertain.

'What could be causing this sense of a disturbance?' Fawkes thought as he flew toward the feeling. 'What is it that leads me toward without letting me see where to jump to?'

Regardless of his confusion Fawkes had a situation to investigate. Still he was not the only one that could feel the shudder in the natural world. The old laws ruled the world even if only some of them were acknowledged by wizards. Death existed for a reason to ease the suffering of existence and slack the hunger of life. Life was as bound to death as pleasure was to pain neither could exist without the other. Those closely tied to it were aware of that the ties of blood, sex and death. Death brings life and life needs death.