Why do we do anything? We have a need to know more, to see what is unseen and to peer into what secrets exist. Curiosity was our birthright and what would life be like if the first people had been content to just get up and have enough to eat and a place to sleep? So many things would have been left to do. I hope that when my time eventually comes that I can say that I lived a life regretting nothing that I had done, merely what I had yet to do! - Hermione Granger on why she chose to follow.

Wandering about the school had been an age long institution and while there had been a lot of ground to cover there was the fact that he had help. Between what Dora had discovered over her years already and the times they had ghosted the Twins, what Kiki had found while seeking some food, and what Shadow had managed to discover there was not a lot that hadn't been discernable. Finding the kitchens had been intriguing and the elves seemed readily willing to provide for students and guests. So it was that with Kiki and Shadow being fed from the vermin that the elves normally disposed of there were fewer worries about any of them getting overly hungry.

'Can't believe that no one asked the elves things,' Harry thought in amusement as he made his way to the statue the elves had described. 'More proof that the Purebloods are set in their ways that they dismiss their servants as having any relevance. Though from what the shadier buyers have acknowledged the rest of the world isn't much better off. No matter where you go there is some sort of idiocy. The continent seems to have restructured do to the upheaval of the Grindlewald situation while British Wizarding still act like it is still the height of the Empire. Still ignoring a source of information even from what they deem as lesser magical creatures is another strike against this place and the Claws and Slyths more so. Still if that fool Malfoy is an indication of what Slytherin has fallen to it is a good thing that his ghost isn't around or he would slaughter them all for their blatant idiocy. Cunning and ambition does not mean evil and sycophant followers... far from it actually. Still a room that can supply whatever you need or more likely as well imagine should be useful.'

So Harry found himself in front of a statue of Barnabus the Barmy and following the instructions of the elves paced back and forth three times while concentrating on what he needed. Within moments a door popped open and he headed inside. What he saw left him with a giddy feeling he hadn't truly felt for some time well except that time when he had pretty much left that house a bloody mess.

'Good times, good times indeed,' Harry thought as he saw walls of books with racks of tools and shelves of rare ingredients. 'Now a room that I don't have to constantly clean is a godsend as there would be no worry of Police or Aurors investigating things. In some ways I wish that those fools hadn't gotten the message with all these toys to play with. Still some of the more useful rituals seem to require elaborate preparation and treatments to the sacrifices. Now if I could get the place to provide victims it might make things too easy.'

With a focused thought a flesh bag model appears in the room, Harry grins as he looks at what they can do now. Some of the things required exact carvings that had to be done by hand and that would take practice. There were also spells that would be very dangerous to be caught practicing. It was a sad fact that most wizards lacked the creativity to truly appreciate magic and oddly ironic that what they had deemed as muggle fiction would provide so many useful examples of magic which included several more accurate theories and useful spells.

"Now let's see how accurate the room did," Harry said out loud with a smirk visible on his face. "Hmm hey room can you respond verbally?"

"Yes," A voice came from the room a rather generic voice. "What is it you require?"

"A running analysis of the spells used as well as a slightly more aware target," Harry said as he thought it over. "Oh and don't grab anyone even if you can alright."

"Alright," the now female voice said. "Simulacrum altered to appear human. Limits of physical form as well as realistic reactions have been enabled."

"Sweet," Harry said as a black flame appeared and flowed around his right hand. "Now let's see how flexible this fire really is..."

After he had said that, Harry focused on shaping the dark and seductive flame. It flowed towards the ground and began licking the floor causing a wisp of mist as the moisture their evaporated. Taking a few experimental motions, Harry began to swing the black fire whip around to get a feel of it.

'Part of me wonders why it picked that form,' harry thought as he looked at her. 'A young version of Petunia does create issues. Do I really hate her more than the fat man and piggy? I guess I do considering the Pig had the Walrus as his role model and my only female relative proved to be as improperly trained as any bitch from Marge. That woman can do nothing but ruin things and it is a shame that an accident can't happen to her until there is no way for those hypocrites to be unable to squeal. Her precious little Ripper is luck that none of the companions wanted such a mangy carcass to eat. Now to remember not to let my emotions cloud my judgment during this as the only real risk with any 'dark' magic is that most are addictive in the pleasure it causes the user while drawing on their negative emotions. I just got to feel satisfaction but not feel sated.'

Steeling himself Harry snapped his arm back and swung forward. Sadly he had not prepared himself for what the fire would do to living flesh as he had always used it to remove any lingering physical evidence. What he saw caused him to go eyes wide in shock and want to cover his ears.

A scream of such intense pain reached his ears as the simulacrum fell to the ground. Moving closer he saw the shuddering form convulse in pure agony. Examining the wound which had gouged the flesh away from where it had struck he was left in shock.

'That had barely come into contact and did that,' he thought in shock. 'The wound may be not the worst effect. Looks like something akin to the Cruciatus in effect.'

"Room," Harry prompted "Analysis of spells effects on subject?"

"Fire sublimed the flesh on contact although at lesser intensities it would dehydrate before combustion," she commented clinically. "Magical aura of spell diffused into the nerves and stimulated the pain centers of the brain. Analysis lower levels of the fire will cause near shock inducing pain while higher levels result in instantaneous combustion of body. Fire is immune to normal measures and resembles Fiendfyre in its nature as if it had not been pulled back it would have continued to combust whatever it was created to destroy. Highly dangerous to undead, dead and living flesh as well as having the potential to burn through normal and most spell protected material. When exposed to normal fire it is likely to consume the other fire. Due to the magical signature of the caster being present in its creation it cannot directly harm the caster."

"Well that is interesting," Harry said looking at the shuddering not person. "Second test will be to confirm lower level fire hypothesis. Third test will test against less limited fire."

As soon as he finished his statement, Harry let the flame curl back into a nebulous blob flowing almost like a many shaded lave lamp around his arm. Taking a deep breath and staling himself, Harry let a wave of the less potent fire land on the simulacrum. It engulfed the body and destroyed all of the clothing covering its anatomically correct form. He looked dispassionately as the screams came from her and watched as the flames licked but did not damage the skin visibly although the veins, arteries as well as muscles and bones beneath seemed more noticeable than before.

"Second test confirmed," Harry dictated to the room. "Current subject is covered in a pain inducing flame that so far has not consumed the body nor ceased its burning. Estimates on mental trauma to the subject, if you would?"

"Subject is experiencing a minimum level of pain equivalent to near Cruciatus levels," she said dispassionately. "Currently the mental trauma is preventing the subject from succeeding in a mental fight of flight scenario unlike what long term exposure of the Cruciatus would cause. Pain levels are alterable as well as an inability to escape the sensations. Subject will continue screaming until either vocal cords are significantly damaged or dies."

Frowning Harry considered an idea before saying, "Third test delayed for analysis of contrary flame. Measure effects on subject."

After saying that, Harry changed the fire from the black to a white flame. After dispersing the black flames from her body he looked blankly at her as he let a burst of white fire engulf the form. He was rather curious how the white fire would react as it was considered good against spirits though it had been said to have some restorative properties besides this was in a way venting since there was no way that he would be able to kill the Dursleys for years yet.

"Subjects screams have been replaced with moans and other pleasure induced sounds," Harry commented. "Visible damage appears to have been healed. What effects are there in its mind?"

"Subjects mind is being flooded with endorphins and elevated levels of dopamine," she replied. "Proposition of effects on spirits are yet to be tested though simulacrum of spirit appears to be weakened while the physical is repaired."

"Two simulacrum realistic behaviors," Harry stated coldly wondering who would appear. "Third experiment will be a heavy dose of black and white to see what effects they have."

"Acknowledged," she said causing two more human looking females of all forms to appear both recognizable to him.

'Hmm the one woman that I despise almost as much as Petunia,' Harry thought with suppressed glee. 'To think that those two looked like that when they were younger is amazing. To think that the two bitches in my near and extended family were actually not as horrible looking perhaps it is true what they say beauty is skin deep but bitch is to the bone.'

With a slow stretching motion this time Harry formed in his left the black flame and in his right the white flame with both almost blinding in their intensities. Dispassionately looking at his test subjects he threw the barrage at them. As soon as the black flame struck the target screamed before being reduced to less than ash meanwhile the white flames reduced the second target in a less visible manner. Falling to the floor all appearances of higher level cognizance that had been programmed dissipated as she fell to the ground screaming and thrashing in bliss. If he had been any less jaded than seeing Marge reduced to ash before being completely emulated and Petunia being rendered into a mindless husk contorted in ecstasy would have made him turn and puke from the sight. Thankfully all the depravities of his victims let alone the gore of what his sacrifices of them had jaded him just enough though the smell would have been terrible if even the smoke had not be completely consumed.

"Subject one was consumed completely," Harry commented before analyzing the effects on the second subject. "The second subject does not to be physically harmed although stress is discernable from the intensity of the sensations she is experiencing. What are the effects on the surviving subjects mind?"

"Second subject shows no levels of psyche remaining," she replied after analyzing the situation. "Memory patterns remain present while all parts of the personality matrix appear to be consumed. Subject is reduced to a blank personality state while retaining all knowledge and skills. Query effect on spirits would be erasure as they are composed of mental and spiritual components."

"It would appear so," Harry said looking shocked at what his experiment had resulted in. "Two more targets to test effects of red and blue fire."

"Acknowledged," she replied. "Retain forms for next experiment?"

"No," Harry said after a moment of thought. "Model the forms after Weasley, Ronald and Malfoy Draco."

'This way I can vent at them before the prank,' Harry thought with glee. 'Shame that they haven't done something to warrant such effects though I plan to use the black flames on Death Eaters. It would appear while the white is good against spirits it can also be used to better effects than a memory charm in removing people without killing while allowing them to be actually useful.'

"Acknowledged," she replied. "Simulacrum will have personality matrix based on model analysis."

"Potter what the hell?" the pair asked in confusion.

"Just a preview of what is to come," Harry commented to the two replicas. "Fourth test consisting of effects of red and blue necromantic fire against simulacrums of current pests is commencing... now!"

With a flash of motion he unleashed his fire upon the two and watched in barely suppressed glee to see what the effects would be. The red fire flew fast and sure and struck the form resembling that insult to Slytherins and he eagerly wanted to see how the fire reacted. While that was occurring, the blue fire slammed the diminutive Weasley like a boulder and threw him back as it engulfed him.

'It will be interesting to see what its specific effects would be,' Harry thought with a truly vicious grin fighting to sprout on his face. 'I still can't believe that I never took the time just to let someone burn instead of sacrificing them. Well I guess it could be considered wasteful and considering how limited things were I am rather thrifty.'

As Harry watched the scene of fire engulfing two people on his kill if given a chance or even a more than half assed reason, Hermione had entered the room silently and watched curiously to what was going on. She had watched the forms appear and felt a sadistic glee shoot through her at seeing the ignorant fools who had harmed her Harry suffer. As amusing as it seemed he was her first real friend and despite her cousin and her friend there was something about the dynamics of their relationship that resounded deeply with her. As it was her need for control of her life while it had lessened in the face of things had shaped her in certain ways. She either had control of her life or she hoped that whoever had control of her was worthy of it.

'If things had been different,' she thought as she moved to stand behind her master. 'I would have followed anyone in authority even if they had given no reason for me to do so. I was already becoming a teacher's pet and if things had happened differently I would have been in Anne's position of even Alice's. Still there is a chance that if I had worn even the slightest hint more revealing clothes someone would have paid attention and seen what I needed. It seems that I have accepted that I either have to be in control or controlled. I need structure in my life to keep sane and anyone who had paid attention to me could have easily influenced me and owned me. To think that while I proclaim equality and equity that I need someone to own me is quite ironic. Still when the time comes I plan to stand with my Master when he enacts his vengeance. They will die it is as certain as the sun rising in the east; it is merely the way and how fulfilling it will be to crush them... brutally for what they have done. While He may have by his nature and will caused them to cease their ways, it did not change their minds. If they had the chance they would return to their old ways and I will never let that happen! We owe him too much and I know that if it had not been for His orders that Alice would have gleefully slaughtered them without a care. It seems odd that I can see that we are fanatics, but is it wrong to feel so strongly about something?'

As they watched the sight before them the nature of the flames showed in a strange way. The red fire was fire pure and simple; it simply burned like any other though it may have been the odd way that it consumed that was the more interesting thing. It looked as if the cells had aged as the life in them burned quicker before they had been ignited. The girlish screams of pain echoed around the room giving Hermione a rather intense feeling of satisfaction even if this wasn't the real immature inbred ignorant idiot.

"Sweet," Hermione said as she watched the flailing and screaming form try to extinguish the fire engulfing him. "It is a shame that isn't the real one."

"Hermione," Harry said as she wrapped herself around him hugging herself against him. "I take it that you came to see me and not the appearances of the idiot duo being dealt with."

"True enough," Hermione said snuggling against him. "Though I feel rather excited now and you seem to be as well..."

"Satisfaction is a good thing is it not in a job well done," Harry said as he turned to see the Weasley shaped target as he tried to ignore the sudden stirring that Hermione's hands were causing. "Besides it seems that no one really ever experiments scientifically with any magic. A shame really don't you think?"

"Yes indeed," Hermione whispered to him as her hands found what she wanted to handle. "It is a bit odd that the blue fire seems to be turning him blue though. What do you think it is doing to him?"

"Considering that it is supposed to be a water elemental version of fire I wonder," Harry said with a groan as Hermione's hands began to move firmer. "Though I also wonder what it is that you wanted... well besides what you are doing now?"

"Hmm," Hermione said grinding herself against him while her hands were working him over. "Kiki found something. I think it is something important considering how entranced she was. Although some time watching for a moment longer wouldn't hurt us."

"True," Harry said as his eyes began to flutter. "It actually looks like it is either freezing him or affecting the blood in his body."

"Could it be based on intent and emotion?" Hermione asked as she looked around Harry's reacting form. "Considering that it is part of your magic and being influenced by your current emotional state could explain that."

"Possible," Harry said as he moved between the straits he was in. "Either have uses in the future."

"As amusing as watching Weasley suffer is," Hermione said as she moved one hand to make things easier. "We should get going. Considering that Kiki of all people is acting like she found a way into a secure prison for certain people does give the impression that we should hurry."

"Alright," Harry said as he turned his attention to the partially burned and frozen form of the epitome of a brash blind Gryffindor. "Maybe I they don't shape up we can do this to the real ones later."

"I'll hold you to that," Hermione said smirking against him. "Now finish it so we can get going. I have something to finish of my own..."

As Harry turned his attention as much as he could from her hands on him, he looked at the complete and utterly exquisite look of suffering that the near dead clone had. The veins were either busting spurting blood or contracted as the blood inside congealed as it got colder and colder. That the heart was still pumping even as the skin was being frozen and burned causing the body to not bleed out yet was awe inspiring. With a final look as he felt a sudden rush start to hum in his body he finished it. The body had all the veins in it explode into a fine sparkling that fell like snow from the shredded form as he felt an equally pleasurable explosion occur.

"So what is so important anyways?" Harry asked as Hermione smirked as she stood up flowing cat like to rest against him with her body moving to rub against him. "It might be something that will help us as much as this place."

"Not entirely sure," Hermione purred as they left the room. "Though how did you find this place?"

"The house elves are rather helpful," Harry said with a smirk as the pair walked without a sign that they passed down the corridors. "I think they are rather bored too often. It seems to be that a busy elf is a happy elf."

"So it is house elves that work here," Hermione said leaning her head against him as she molded to his side. "How interesting..."

"So what's your thought on them then?" Harry asked wondering what his delightfully inquisitive friend would come up with now.

"Considering how little was covered on them it is difficult to say," Hermione said as a look of concentration momentarily took the place of the content look that had been there before. "They are unpaid and yet from what you have said so far seem happy. If this had been before I probably would have thought to treat them in a similar manner to indentured servants that are no longer chained. It seems that to me now that I understand better that such a relationship can be symbiotic that forcing them to change would be vehemously resisted."

"I can just see what your younger self would say," Harry said with a grin as they drew closer to their destination. "They don't know what they want! They need to be freed!"

"I was rather likely to think that I would know better even without all the facts, wasn't I?" Hermione asked with a frown. "Well if I ever start to act like that again I expect you to correct me quite firmly!"

"Yes Hermione," Harry answered with a smirk. "I'll be sure to punish you good if you ever start to backslide. Now let's see what got Kiki of all people acting like it's a house of kills."

Entering the room they saw a peculiar sight. Kiki was standing before a mirror and shittering excitedly. It was an old mirror and the dust that was undisturbed by their passage looked like it had been there though there were some tells that things were not what they appeared to be. The mirror had a presence to it that put Harry on edge as he looked at the scene before him. Deciding that whatever enchantment was present was likely focused on the mirror and not the frame he focused on the details and in particular the inscription.

'Who in the name of all things joyous would inscribe writing in reverse on a mirror of all things,' Harry thought as he processed the inscription. '"Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi," which would be "I show not your face but your heart's desire". Lovely a mirror that shows desires of all things. It would be odd that such a potentially dangerous artifact would be here in an unused room and not behind an unlocked door. This reeks of a set up.'

"So what do you think it is?" Hermione asked with a hint of something just at the edge of her voice. "Considering it did get Kiki's attention of all things it does have to be something important..."

"As you can see it is a mirror and obviously enchanted," Harry said after a slight chuckle. "I take it that you already have a suspicion and that you looked at the inscription? Of course you did and given how I know you would seek out information on anything that would be useful. So since you know its proper name might as well tell me what this mirror of desires is called..."

"Erised," Hermione said with a snort. "Wizards make the most interesting things and come up with the most boring of names..."

"Desire backwards how... disappointing," Harry said as he shook his head. "Still it is somewhat dangerous as the enticement to see ones heart's deepest desire would be quite dangerous. Why it isn't in a safer place I do not know though there is more to it than it appears."

"A trick perhaps," Hermione said with a frown. "What would there be a reason to use such an artifact in such a time..."

"Despite the low levels of muckraker journalism in the Daily Prophet it occasionally has information of some value between the lines whenever one looks around the agenda of the staff," Harry said with a frown. "Someone actually broke into Gringott's and yet the vault supposedly had been emptied sooner. Didn't Dora say something about that though?"

"Hagrid was seen there," Hermione said as she looked at Kiki with a sad look to her face. "Given what we have heard about him..."

"You mean besides the fact that he took me to Dumbledore to be placed with those people," Harry said with a rush of annoyance to it. "There are also the rather odd circumstances of his situation. Expelled for no admitted reason though suspicions were present at the time and yet he is taken on as an apprentice groundskeeper after they snapped his wand. A naïve young boy with what is at least a half giant's blood is expelled with a predisposition for keeping rare and dangerous beings."

"So the common assumption that one of his pets harmed or worse killed someone seems to be the case at least officially," Hermione said with a frown. "Dora seems to be somewhat close to him though she did hint that he doesn't see some things as dangerous as they are. A friend of the family it seems to be and given how much he is under the Headmasters thumb..."

"Dumbledore pulled some strings even if he couldn't keep him from being expelled," Harry said with a sigh. "Look the guy seems decent enough just too trusting for our own good. Besides there was an accident a fatal one at that in the year in which he was expelled. Moaning Myrtle most likely is the result and yet someone named Tom Riddle got a Special Service Award in that year..."

"You think something doesn't sound right about it," Hermione said with a frown. "Something to look into in the future as if there is something hidden about this mirror to investigate although Tom Riddle seems odd for some reason..."

"Hidden?" Harry asked taking a closer look at the mirror. "Someone could hide something in such a thing easily and yet one has to overcome the enchantments and what their desire is... how tricky."

"You want to see what your heart's desire is though well besides Dumbledore, Voldemort, Snape and the Dursleys dying in extremely creative and useful ways," Hermione said with a slight smile. "Still it most likely would require looking into it to access whatever it is..."

"You girls have a bet going," Harry said with a sigh drawing behind Kiki and raising his gaze into the mirror. "So what is the current favorite?"

"Considering how things are going," Hermione said with a purr. "You are using Tonks as a high-backed chair while the three of us do the best to make you lose control."

"Why do I think that if you four get together over Christmas that will be a likely thing," Harry said as he looked into the mirror. "Well you were somewhat right considering what I see now although that may be in part to the fact that you describe things so enticingly."

"So tell me already," Hermione said with glee. "Who is all there as I know that we will be there and your ambition will be fulfilled."

"Oddly enough it seems a rather content picture," Harry said with a barely there voice. "Mum is there looking happily at us and there is a rather enjoyable scene of mutual gratification there. There is even a few discernable heads mounted on display and you can already guess who they are. Oddly mum seems to want kids and grandkids, how strange..."

"So besides revealing that little tidbit," Hermione said as she once more stood beside him and wrapped him into a hug. "Any idea what is hidden?"

"Something important," Harry said as he frowned in concentration. "Considering this thing acts on desires and shows it if I... ah there it is... hmmm."

"Come on don't leave me in suspense," Hermione said with a pout. "What is it?"

"A stone of all things," Harry said with a frown. "I cannot believe that the defenses of this thing are that simple. All one needs to do is desire to see what is hidden inside and then simply want to find it without using it. Who thought this up a toddler?"

"Wizards are not really known for their logic, Harry," Hermione said chidingly. "Despite fiction most wizards do not work their mind that much."

"So," Harry said as he reached into his pocket and whistled. "What to do with a very nasty piece of sacrificial magic like this?"

"Sacrificial magic?" Hermione asked in interest. "I take it is not just some enchanted rock than. Famous magical stones that are described similar... hmm... I don't believe anyone would actually place such a supposedly well hidden object in a school of all places if it is what I think it is."

"A Philosopher's Stone," Harry said with a sigh of disgust. "As I said, it is a nasty piece of sacrificial magic that can extend life by turning liquids notably water into the Elixir of Life as well as turn base metals into gold. You don't want to know what it took to make this thing..."

"Lots of people being killed I take it," Hermione said with a frown. "Nicholas Flamel is the only known creator and a friend of Dumbledore's."

"So he entrusted the key to his continued survival to a well meaning if naïve old man," Harry said with a sinister laugh. "The humor of the paragon of light protecting such a dark artifact is quite funny. Immortality does require sacrifice though of one sort or the other. Blood and death to make it and blood and death shed by those seeking to take it. Quite an interesting thing to run across and so lightly protected. A shame to leave it here under such mostly security through obscurity methods though considering his wards on the Dursley's it is no surprise."

"So we are going to keep it at least for now?" Hermione asked in confusion. "Do we really need it or are you planning to sell it back to Flamel?"

"Might as well study it and give it back after summer comes," Harry answered with a bit of glee. "Still if whoever is searching for this wants something..."

"What are you up to?" Hermione asks as he reaches into his pocket and pulled out a simple marble sized stone.

"Assuming whoever is looking for this has some notion of what it looks like I might as well leave a replacement although my money is on our neighborhood shade," Harry answered with a smirk. "That it will cause whoever drinks from the elixir it provides to die in a most unpleasant manner is just a bonus. Besides I expect that this will be placed somewhere in the forbidden floor and when whoever it is gets by whatever similarly pathetic defenses there are tries to use this..."

"They will die," Hermione said with a giggle before pouting, "But it is a shame that we don't get to kill them directly."

"My you seem more and more blood thirsty now," Harry said with a slight smile. "To think you have yet to slit a human's throat though given how you did on the Troll there is little risk of us hunting in the forest."

"I would rather have my first human kill be somewhat memorable," Hermione said as she looked around him and into the mirror. "Huh who would have thought?"

"I take it that you see just us in the mirror?" Harry asked at the odd reaction his friend gave. "Or at least something like that..."

"Yeah it's us or more like all of us," Hermione said with a definitely perverted giggle. "Though I do think it looks as good as I imagined it would so all that is left is to see if it feels as good as I think it will."

"Between the four of you I see that most of our time will eventually be spent enjoying the most carnal of confections," Harry said with a sigh. "I don't know about you but I don't think Tonks will be happy with whatever you did to keep her distracted..."

"Not necessarily," Hermione said as the three left the room. "Who would have thought that she would like such a loss of control?"

"So true," Harry said with a visible smirk. "But you have to admit that she is so damn much fun to play with!"

"Oh yes and the delicious sounds and movements she makes when we do so is so exciting," Hermione said with a grin her body showing signs of where her thoughts were going. "Remind me to bring our willing toy here to make use of the facilities. Just imagine the possibilities!"

"Keep that up and we won't get to the plan," Harry chided as he realized that two amorous and sexually willing and wanting women was more than enough to derail his attempt to follow meticulous and methodical plans. "Revenge first and then celebratory games Hermione. We let them stew and think they got away with it enough."

"Sad but true," Hermione said with a mysterious smile. "At least you have a way of venting though with Dora, I guess that is true for both of us now..."

"Aw like you don't like being on the receiving end of my attention," Harry teased as they proceeded back to where they left Dora stewing in her own juices. "Still those idiots were a very good distraction and did allow me to vent even if you had a bit more fun with your own way of letting some stress out..."

"Oh yes that was fun," Hermione said with a disturbing giggle. "Now lover boy, I believe if we don't get started we will get distracted and ravish Dora and each other!"

"Yes as enjoyable as that is we can do that with more focus after the plan," Harry said as they drew near the door. "At least there have not been any blatant fan girls so far this year..."

"Or they are very good at being easily cowed," Hermione said with a smirk. "Some seem to be likely considering that it would take something of epic proportions to remove the pedestal they exalt you to. Why you could easily have a cult willing to do anything for you; still there is the matter of them being little better than willing toys or if they have some use pets."

"Like I have time to keep a gaggle of pet girls," Harry said with a snicker. "No that has always been Alice's preference. Could always see what she does to them although she would break them even more than Dora is. Not that you didn't mind putting someone in their place..."

"Considering how often such desires grew because of how no matter how hard I tried they would think of me as a brain when I was younger is that any shock," Hermione said before she leaned against the door and gently tugged Harry close so that she was pinned to the door with their lips too close not to kiss. "Hmm that's always good. Yes we all have our control issues. Oh! You just... Yes like that! Are so much... Fuck Harry! Better at controlling us!"

"Hmm," Harry said as he pulled back from teasing Hermione as she writhed between him and the door. "I guess I do have issues of my own. I need to be in control where you want to be as well and if not able to be in control of others have others control you. Now I feel more in control of things having controlled your pleasure like that and you are more relaxed knowing that no matter how you attempt to test your leash I can still make you come, cum and heel as I please. Still I know that this just makes it so that you will be better focused on the plan..."

"Yes Master," Hermione moaned as she shuddered under his attention. "The plan will be perfect!"

"But of course," Harry said before capturing her mouth to silence her cry of release. "We worked on it together..."

As soon as Hermione was somewhat recovered though happily willing for more, they entered the tower and proceeded to where Dora was. Both were no longer suffering from distractions to the plan and any they had would be dealt with afterwards. Ronald Weasley may be the brother of the Twins but they were while pranksters lacking the same flair for mind games that the pair had honed or well all four of them had in some form or other. Harry had long since learned to reduce his victims to terror consumed shacking things more frozen by their fear than even a body bind would account for. Malfoy had never had such issues as his father's money had provided him with everything he wanted when he wanted it. Neither would likely be able to show their faces without being mortified after their revenge on the two was complete. Oh it was not the permanent solution that both felt prone to do but a contingency would be soon able to be enacted once Harry had claimed his inheritance and resources. In the mean time a prank that would make the Twins green in envy would have to do. They just would need to get the insensate Dora down and recovered from her reward or punishment depending on one's point of view.

After the two incidents of the stone and room, Harry had delved into the book again and using the room tried to cram what he felt had been slacking in Hermione's training as well as his own. Still all work and no play made Jack a dull boy as they say and as sex was frequent enough yet also was doubling as physical exercises there was a need for mental diversions to ease the mental stress. Besides there was the fact that unlike the fools that had accosted Tonks the other idiots had been planning and had enacted verbal torment and as they were outside their house less accessible for direct physical retribution. There was also the matter that they were as thick as bricks in some matters. Pain was fleeting while embarrassment would linger.

'Who would think that such a solution would be so easy in practice as well as idea,' Tonks thought as she looked over the things in the room. 'There certainly seems to be enough for the plan and now to go down the checklist!'

They had the supplies.

'Check,' Tonks thought with a bounce to her step. 'It may have spent some time and money to get them but it will be so worth it.'

They had a target. One that was a truly worthy target of their attention. Thinking back there was the matter of the score her family had with the Malfoys and the disaster to her life that Molly and her notions had caused. The harm that the fools had tried to do to her friend or lover was not for consideration.

'Most definitely check,' Tonks thought as she smiled as she felt her thighs rub together. 'Ronald and Draco are definitely a worthy target for their actions.'

They had a plan and most importantly an alibi as well as someone to take the fall. There was far too much danger if someone suspected them at this point in time. Still the fact that they had a plan with so many measures brought some notions and feelings to her and she knew they did to the others as well.

'Assuredly check,' Tonks thought with a shudder as she felt her juices flowing freely. 'I cannot believe how exciting and arousing it is knowing that we won't get in trouble for this.'

Besides it wasn't like the teachers wouldn't suspect the two anyways than again there was the fact that the two had tried to prank them again. The only saving note for the pair was really the completely respectable ways that they dealt with the girls around them. That their pranks were far less malicious than they could have been as well as never gotten a sinister act done by them as their pranks had been all in good fun was a point in their favor.

'Yes the Weasley twins claim to be the best pranksters since the Legendary Marauders,' Harry thought with a sinister grin. 'Still I feel that those two are becoming legends in their own minds without any competition. Though it was fun to find out that Dora had spent a chunk of last year having a prank off with them and no one would suspect a Claw. How... droll.'

"Is everything ready?" Hermione asked with a smile which promised worse than pain to those her ire was directed at. "Because I really want to see them get what they deserve already. If only we hadn't been distracted so recently even if I know we all have enjoyed it."

"You enjoy the distraction," Tonks countered wrapping herself around the slightly shorter girl as Hermione rested her head back against Dora's chest. "Besides revenge is a dish best served cold. Add to that the time it took to get a good plan and there you go..."

"I don't have to like it," Hermione huffed between the soothing comforts around her. "Still think that dropping them in the forest and letting them go naked to see if they survive is a good option..."

"Maybe later," Harry conceded as he went over the plans one more time. "One can never tell if they will learn their lessons or not so early. My main concern is that while they are both useless sacks of flesh that they are merely the symptoms of the world around us. Neither of them truly realizes that their actions have consequences and it would be about as pleasant as killing a child for doing what they were warned against like touching fire. Sadly the lack of pain that their normal idiocies should have caused keeps them from a decent beating. Still consider how much worse embarrassment is than pain from experience..."

That caused both girls to flush in a mix of arousal and reminisced embarrassment. Tonks had spent a large part of her free time after completing her homework as quickly and accurately as possible whenever not with her friends hanging about his room. More often not that was literal as they tended to keep her suspended in a harness for their use. Oh boy had they used her to exhaustion so many times. She was grateful that a Metamorph could miraculously restore wounds and the increased side effects of the rituals she had while not a participant had attended left her body more able to take the full spectrum of their attention.

Hermione in a way thought the prank was a very good idea as it diverted his attention from thinking of ways to kill Voldemort whenever he showed up again. She knew that he knew that he was not yet up to the task at the moment. Still dealing with school age opponents was safer and far less risky than mixing magic in trying to kill something that was not truly living or even undead let alone truly dead.

'Yes vengeance will be ours,' Hermione thought with a smirk as the plans unraveled before them. 'Oh I will admit serving master in any and every way that he wishes does remove some of the old hurt but vengeance is sweet when justice is served. Perhaps considering what I have managed to pry from Alice they wouldn't mind dealing with those old tormenters of mine. Still with the academic competition in addition to vying for master's attention the past few years were definitely better than the last. Since the wards seem fairly likely to alert Dumbledore if a student is truly in mortal peril we need pranks that approach to dull the alert so when it is time for them to die as there is no more entertainment value in their punishments. Still this will embarrass the two who despise each other almost as much as we do each of them. Perhaps if things continue and they fail to learn their lesson from this we can do something truly creative in ruining their image, a social or character assassination if one will. Yes have Malfoy so embarrass his family name that his father must cast him out would be quite rewarding. Have everyone believe Weasley is a hypocrite that hates those like himself a lying conniving bastard that he is.'

"So are we all ready?" Tonks asked as she wanted some relief from all the hanging and teasing that she had been suffering under. "Tomorrow Malfoy and Weasley become so mortified that they cannot think to remain here over holiday and yet their parents will be also humiliated. Still if only Ronald was somewhat tolerable like most of his brothers..."

"Besides the Prefect who seems to need a good exam to see how far up his ass the pole is lodged," Hermione commented as she considered things, "what do we know about the rest of them? There are the twins who seem tolerable if one is not a Slytherin but considering how it seems to be where the current leadership is run by people with the same ideals if lacking the blind stupidity of Malfoy there is some understanding of that. So Tonks I mean oh wonderful Dora what do you know about the famous redheads?"

"The twins are pranksters and truth be told would have likely agreed to do this on their own," Dora said after a moment her fingers gliding over Hermione's skin. "Percival needs a severe beating with a clue stick from what I heard some of the other prefects say, Ronald as we know needs to be ball checked at any opportunity for the good of all that live, Bill was cool from what I heard and he works at Gringott's as a curse breaker so he is definitely skilled and a bit more understanding of things than Ronald or his mother, and as for Charley he was likely to be a Quidditch star but most suspect he ran off to the Dragon Preserve in Romania not just because he was obsessed about dragons but to get away from his mother's crazy ideas."

"So scale of one to ten where one is so crazy they need to die and ten is messed up and living with it where would you feel they are at?" Hermione asked as she had accepted that everyone was crazy as she knew people would call her, her master and his other minions let alone most people in real life she knew. "Let's start with the ones that have some semblance of dealing and avoid the two plagues on the school."

"Well I would say the twins are eight approaching nines given that their pranks are not malevolent in nature but are designed to give a laugh and minimal long term embarrassment," Tonks said with her arms hugging Hermione around the waist with her head tilted just so in thought. "Charley was cool and new it was better to run like Bill had than stay longer than necessary with his mum but neglecting Quidditch given how much he loved it even if he liked being around dragons would slide him down a bit so I would say five maybe six. Now as for Bill he took a dangerous job but he like Charley is an adrenaline junkie as it was and loves challenging himself and having a mental as well as physical and magical challenge of his job would incline me to say a nine."

"So it is likely their mother's influence that is the catalyst," Hermione said leaning into the hug as much as her hormones wanted her to have either or both of her lovers ravish her as much as she could without doing so. "Any other family that we need to know of that will come to interact with us. Bill seems likely once we exhaust Hogwarts secrets though that may be a long time coming as a thousand years of secrets are accumulated here with that room as a definitive example."

"A curse breaker will be very useful though equally expensive given how dangerous the profession is," Harry said as he contemplated a way not to completely turn the redeemable Weasley's from future association. "Charley may be upset with us with that incident with Norbert I believe he called himself or said that Hagrid referred to him as. The Voldemort situation sadly has to wait as this distraction will aid in removing the compulsions that I feel are my nature to their actions. Really there will have to be some way to figure out who he really is as there is no records under that name and scrying does not show him as that so magically he is not that."

Tonks frowned at her master before saying, "I thought that we were here to deal with the simpler problem before the majors occur, dear Master. Though it is odd that so little is known that one might need to extract such information from one of his followers as Dumbledore as his opponent would while having it have no desire to part with it."

"Ah the cunning of a true Black," Harry said with a sigh. "Yes that is a matter to deal with as well. It is a pity that whatever methods to ensure his existence are so either forgotten or restricted to make the surety of his end so uncertain. Though how we go from Weasleys to shades I do not know. Still there is the fact that we have all the things needed to complete a prank that will allow us some infamy and likely a good in with the Twins. Just having Kiki follow them has been beneficial yet I suspect that more will reveal itself in time."

"Plots within plots," Hermione said as she leaned into Dora's caresses. "Perhaps you should see about taking the chess masters' places in this drama as their resources would definitely be useful? No there would be far too many distractions and nowhere near as pleasant or pleasurable as the current ones for that to interest you..."

"True enough," Harry said with an odd look on his face. "I have no desire to become either their Light Lord or their Dark Lord. Both sides seem far too close minded to be useful though their inevitable struggle will free up security from any place we need to investigate and infiltrate."

"Things for a different time to think of, my master," Dora said as she closed her eyes and tried to rein her hands in as the kept drifting closer to temptation. "If we do not return to the matter than things will be delayed more so and that is something that will influence your other plans."

"True," Harry said with a sigh as his lately relaxed control on his impulses made it even harder not to indulge himself with the temptation his two servants actions caused as he forced down the sudden twitching and want to move and take them there and then. "So the plan seems simple and as soon as it is dealt with I'm sure that there will be time for proper redress of both your behaviors..."

"You know us too well," Dora said with an impish grin. "A bit more and I would have needed some punishment for being unable to listen from my session."

"You would have been too tempting to let you go with a simple punishment," Hermione said fighting her own desire once more even if it was starting to outgrow her need to make those two boys suffer for their actions. "At least you understand that actions have consequences something that those two seem not to have learned or understand."

"Given what things about Ronald I have learned he seems to barely be above fire hurt in his behavior," Harry said with a very sinister shine to his eyes. "Despite any ideas that Molly Weasley is responsible for his idiocy in her coddling that the twins have complained not in public about, one would think that considering how often she has to punish him to attempt to instill some behavior it is likely that he will need repeated treatments."

"So he will likely be a ready target always sticking his ignorant and self righteous nose into things," Hermione said resting against Dora just so. "I guess that means like a rather slow puppy repeated discipline is required. Still we can always use the other ideas in those times."

"Yes this is only embarrassing and nowhere near enough to cause even a very weak willed person to even think to run away or kill themselves," Harry said with a look. "Still removing their mental filters on their thoughts and speech is also something to try later."

"So really making them compelled and looking like their nemesis house is only a slight warning shot," Dora said with a thought. "Still adding a charm to their robes to add words describing them as well as their thoughts and actions is an adequate start. I still wish we would just make the school think that their fighting is really flirting even if such things are officially not done in the Wizarding World."

"Yes that would make a good follow up though having them unable to do more than lovingly talk to each other regardless of what they say will make this even more embarrassing," Harry said a hint of prankster coming through. "While I may not have concrete evidence the school records and from what some have said seem to indicate that James Potter and his friends were pranksters."

"It would be hilarious if it turned out that they were the ones that the Twins so looked up too," Dora said as she succumbed enough to make it difficult for Hermione to think let alone speak. "Having the house elves add part to their food and drink is quite conniving."

"We did know that if we were in Slytherin that there would be little chance of allies outside of Ravenclaw," Harry said with a smirk. "Also the house conflicts were quite uninteresting so we thought it best to avoid it as well as the suspicion that it would cast. Well more of how it would impede my ambition but I know now that it will never be a mere dream as I will accomplish it."

"True enough," Dora agreed as she reluctantly withdrew her hands attentions so they could finish things. "I don't want to sound demanding but if you would could my two owners put me to bed wet and sated once we are done?"

"Yes there is enough time to play afterwards," Harry said looking to his watch for a moment, "And it is a good thing that Hermione is recovering quicker from things."

"Yes," Hermione replied as she eased herself from where she had almost melted against Dora. "There is that and never think we will send you away our Dora."

Putting her words to actions Hermione made sure that Dora knew that they liked her and were keeping her. A quick crack from Harry and the two reluctantly drew apart. The three snuck out and set the prank into motion. It would be more entertaining to leave them trussed up in their beds with enlarged pictures of each other with themselves in compromising positions but none of them knew yet how to enter the other common rooms. Settling into Harry's room the three proceeded to mutually satisfy themselves even as Dora relished the pair ravishing her. One minor worry did however plague Dora.

'How will I ever tell Penny about this?' Dora thought as she hung suspended and confined her body sporting a variety of marks as the pair used her willing form. 'No jealousy even at the idea of Master with anyone else and I feel a need to brag and show off that my master is so great. I think that I will refrain from such confessions until master has truly taken me in every way and form. Maybe by then Penny will have her man have his head on straight?'