"So what happened to Quirrell?" Hermione finally asked once they had settled down for bed. "Neither the Headmaster nor Nicolas seemed forthcoming, nor did any of the Aurors seem want to admit anything besides that he got caught in an enchantment down there. You at least have a better idea than I do since Night seems to be proud of something even though you have him keeping it quiet."

Hermione didn't bring up that Harry could have recalled the incident for them to see. The spell was still a prototype and there was a limit on some things so far. He had been watching it live with one eye at the time and sometimes it was better to tell things than to show it. That it would also allow for them to hear a story before they were to sleep was just a bonus, but it was not as if they were planning on too much activity tonight. The plan had originally called for them to have Susan over and the excitable and friendly girl had been looking forward to the particular activities planned; however, Amelia Bones had come along with the other Aurors as she had been disappointed with the ones that had been dragged into the mess. Suffice it to say that none of them faulted their friend spending time with her aunt who was more of a mother since the Death Eaters had gotten her parents.

"You do recall that I can see through their eyes easier than you can at this point?" Harry asked as Hermione and the others nodded along. "Well as you know, I had Night shadow them on their way down and through the gauntlet of disappointing traps. Nicolas was quite accurate in how pathetic they were. He did leave out how he got through them so easily. I think the professors were a bit confused by some of what he said as if Dumbledore had altered them by leaving things down there. Nicolas did forget to mention that someone had left a puzzle clue on the potions to get through the fire at the end even though he easily bypassed that security. He also neglected to mention that the real key was in that room with them while it would have been better to have kept that in the headmasters office and the clue for the potion somewhere else even though an experienced wizard could get around the fire."

There were a few moments of silence as each of the girls contemplated the puzzle before them. It just did not make sense on the surface and they were trying to discover what they could have possibly missed. They may not like Dumbledore do to several factors, his actions in the war and in his placing of Harry with those people was just one of them, but they did respect the man for what he had accomplished. It did not mean that they respected the man merely his success rate. The more they dug into things the more it seemed that not any of their allies had a full grasp of why he did what he did not even his former mentor.

"That does not sound like what one would expect," Su said feeling even more disappointed in the ordeal than she had been earlier. "It does not sound like it was designed to keep people out or at least not too much. A challenge that it sounds as if any prepared student could get through if they had certain information, but what was the point in going to all that effort. There is more to it than that, so what could it be?"

Once more Harry watched the shift of emotions physically and peripherally over the bond. He had his suspicions, but he wondered if they would come to the same conclusion he had. It seemed so obvious in retrospect; then again, most things seemed perfectly clear in hindsight.

"A trap," Hermione said with Su and Dora following in a few moments later. "Dumbledore hasn't exactly been not mentioning of the possibilities of Voldemort surviving somehow. A trap to show the world and thus a way to get the various ministries prepared for things... it can't be just that though. He may be slowly slipping into dementia and other things, but he always has more to things than he lets on. If there is anything that we know on him that there is always another level to his actions. For example allowing people like Hagrid to go to school here despite the protests even the light families would put up..."

"I do believe it was also a test as well," Harry said with a soft sigh. "Considering where he dropped me off, he likely suspected that I would be a brash Gryffindor and thus likely to be easily made fanatical to his plans. The stone being here was prepared before hand and it does not strike me that he would abandon a plan just because I was sorted elsewhere. He likely would have continued it even if I ended up in Slytherin surrounded by those sympathetic to his rival. So a test of Voldemort and myself... was it all a test?"

"We are getting more information of Voldemort all the time," Su said as she cuddled to one side of his body. "Given how well he did at concealing who he was before revealing himself in his current persona, it is possible that he was a creation in some ways of the system. It is possible that Dumbledore is conducting a rather cruel social experiment."

"We did get from Nicolas that he had been friends with Grindlewald when they were younger," Hermione chimed in as she thought on it. "They split apart and chose different methods and most believe ideologies, but perhaps they were after the same goal. Some more for us to uncover in the future, I suppose. It is likely that since Dumbledore has been a teacher here for so long that he knew him before and thus tries to justify that there was nothing of his actions to blame. It would fit in with what we have on his psychological profile."

"I don't know too much about that, but mom was rather in his camp," Dora said from his other side. "I think she is or was as dedicated as the Weasleys were despite her being born a Black. I do recall some more of the things she muttered under her breath, but suffice it to say that the House of Black has been going downhill for some time as you well know."

"At least two Death Eaters and tacit support and marriages for another," Harry said as he mentally flipped through some of the Black files in his mind. "I can see why your mother ran array and married anyone but whom they wanted her to do. I suppose that her issues with you are more about her worries for you. Still I should get back to what Night saw huh?"

"It would be nice since you do a better job telling things than just watching it in review," Hermione said from where she was sprawled on top of him feeling the warmth between them among other things. "Besides, your voice can be quiet soothing when you want to be. It is somewhat disappointing that whatever happened to Quirrell wasn't as inspiring as it should be. If he really was possessed by the shade of Voldemort and was actively trying to acquire the stone to bring him back full, then he should have had a very memorable death. I know I am not one to comment on it since we haven't done such, but I would think you would have wanted to extract a measure of vengeance..."

"I suppose I should and will with the people more responsible for things," Harry said while he sighed back into their enveloping warmth curled around him. "For all we know, Quirrell started as a weak willed pawn that was sacrificed for this drama. He was expendable to both Dumbledore and Voldemort, and I do somewhat regret not being the one to watch and cause the life drain from his eyes. Still he didn't die easily from what I saw. The possession likely left him weaker mentally than he was before. To think that he went from a Muggle Studies teacher to Defense Against The Dark Arts, it only leads more credibility to all of the factions sabotaging their possible opposition. If wizards were able to fight back, then they would not need the Aurors for everything like the ministry wants nor as easy to cow as the two supposed lords desire."

He could feel them murmuring in agreement. They were rather tired after all and the morning would come rather soon. He felt a bit bad about having to rush things on the train tomorrow, but he doubted that Susan would settle for going home and he not providing the experience he had promised. Still as it was, he knew that she wanted, and while he didn't completely understand or comprehend the nature of her desires like the others for some things that did not mean that, he would not do his best to leave her satisfied. Susan was a friend if not as close or trusted as the others, and that counted for something especially after the attempts of the Dursleys to isolate him and make his life miserable. If he had to bend a nicely curvy girl over and ream her ass to keep the niece of the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement for Great Britain happy, then he would do so even while her friend curled around Hermione as the switch came close to breaking Hannah. He largely suspected that he would never really understand women and he found it humorous that they didn't even understand themselves.

"As I said Quirrell didn't die a pleasant death," Harry said as his arms ran along Su and Dora's backs while he could feel their bodies wrapped around him with their thighs resting on his and their legs between his even as Hermione sprawled on top of him. "It appears that the Mirror of Erised has claimed another victim and that he died through dehydration and starvation before the shade tore its way from his slowly decaying yet entranced not yet corpse as it seems his soul lingered for a time after. I suppose the only thing that would have been a more drawn out death would have been buried alive with bugs burrowing through hundreds of shallow cuts. Slowly being eaten alive by the Acromantulas might be similar as it is also a rather unpleasant death."

He could feel them slipping off into a content sleep as he told them about that. Most people would have nightmares out of a horror movie over some of the things they knew, but the girls seemed happier about it. Maybe they were secure in the knowledge that when it came to it that he would protect them and make an example of any that attacked what was his. Honestly, Harry did not know, but he suspected that his ride on the express would be memorable. Dora's lover was going to be there for some of the trip and his two darling Hufflepuff sex friends would want a few orgasmic poundings. Therefore, his trip would be rather eventful, and that was without the rush at the station. He hadn't completely convinced himself he knew how to deal with Andromeda Tonks, and there was the matter of Hermione's parents as well. He did get along with them somewhat, but he suspected that Vincent would be at the least slightly annoyed that he had deflowered his daughter even if his own sexual adventures started almost as young and the same could be said for June.

"Sleep soundly my girls," Harry murmured as he felt their breathing slow and their bodies wriggle closer and more skin-to-skin contact as they sunk into sleep. "We have a lot of things to do and not much time to do them. The train will come all too soon and then the cramming of all the things necessary. We will likely have long days and short nights until Hermione has her vacation. I hope we can all go along with it, but I am not sure yet if we will..."

He felt his eyes fluttering as his own body felt drowsy with the warmth and weight settled around him. His girls were like a second blanket and he found it slowly pulling him down into sleep. Harry could feel their bodies responding to his presence even in slumber. He could feel their movements and he had little doubt of what their dreams were featuring. They were insatiable at times, the slowly rubbing of their slick slits against his skin, and their flush bodies warming him left little doubt of that. He was well aware that Hermione had scooted so that she was slowly moving her moist sex against his own while his thighs were getting a similar treatment from Dora and Su. They would have a deep sleep full of rest, but it was very certain that they would wake warm and with a sheen of moisture with their thighs and groins soaked and sticky with their own releases.

'I wonder if the house elves mind all the extra work we give them or if they are happier being busier,' Harry thought as he could feel Hermione slowly moving and his own arousal slowly being worked into her dreaming motions. 'I suspect my own dreams will feature Hermione slowly drawing me and keeping me in a long pleasurable orgasmic haze. At this rate, I will be floating between sleep and that state. It is not so bad, but I suspect that one of us will wake for a time for some games before going back to sleep. I will admit that all this does seem to be helping me mellow out and thus avoid becoming like any of those idiots. I never want to be like, Dumbledore, Snape, or Voldemort...'

Yawning for a moment as he felt Hermione's movements slowly rocking her lips against him and his head resting just at her entrance, he almost let his instincts go and slide into her, but he held himself since he was pressed firmly down with the three girls bodies wrapped around him. His mind drifted a bit to what Shadow had seen of Amelia meeting with Susan. He hadn't told them about it and he really wondered what Susan would tell him about the dinner. He hadn't even been spying as Shadow had asked to keep an eye on the inductee.

Susan had been an interesting lover so far. He had found the romantic game to be fun and then Susan had demanded that he show her a good seeing to like he had let them see he did to Hermione. He suspected that she would be really worked up and would be ready to try some new things on the train. He actually didn't doubt that after seeing the completely content and spent look when he had screwed Hermione's ass until she went limp that Susan would not be demanding that Hannah and her experienced the same. Part of him accepted it considering the way the two had acted especially with Amelia acting star struck by Nick.

His left eye went distant again and the memories of what Shadow had seen while they had been busy came to his mind's eye. It was almost as if he had been in the room himself watching the two reunited for the first time since the Yule Holiday. He felt a momentary pang of emotion at having a close relative look at him like that with all the love that he saw in their eyes. Even as he saw their love for each other in their eyes, he firmed his resolve in seeing that look once more from his own stolen from him mother.

The two ladies stood with some distance apart as they entered into the private room. He could see in their eyes that they had wanted to show their affection, but Harry had learned that some things just were not done in public. The wizards were still on decorum as a necessary social value. One did not show ones emotions in public or behave in crass ways as it was not appropriate behavior.

"Hello Susan," Amelia had said as she pulled her niece into a tight hug. "It is good to see you again and looking so happy."

"Hello Aunty," Susan said while returning the hug as her aunt lifted her to hold her tight. "I missed you, but Hannah and I have been having fun and enjoying out time here. Oh, don't worry about our grades as we found a few Ravenclaws that are happy to help us study better."

"So you definitely have some more friends then," Amelia said as she let Susan down and they sat themselves down at the table. "You are definitely happy and I will repeat that I am proud you got into Hufflepuff."

"Thank you Aunty, I will admit that you were right and it is a nice place to be," Susan said as she started to cut some of the food that the elves had delivered after her aunty had reflexively hit them with a detection charm and her nod of approval. "They are all so friendly and all. Well mostly, but every house has its rebels."

"Oh, now why do I think that your Ravenclaws are the rebellious ones," Amelia said with a bit of good-natured teasing. "I take it you are already crushing on at least one of them then. I take it that this won't cause problems with your other friends."

"Of course not, aunty," Susan said offended that she would think so little of one of her friends before muttering, "More like we are their Hufflepuffs," and then she continued, "Really aunty, they are good close friends with each other and are happy to help out a friend. They would be somewhat rebellious if they were Hufflepuffs as they tend to be rather distant to anyone who is not part of their close circle of friends. I think I prefer that sort of rebellion than to the few odd ducks in our house. I kind of hope that he grows out of this phase as at times he can act quiet un-Hufflepuff."

"Oh! Who is this boy that would cause you grief?" Amelia asked in interest as her surrogate daughter successfully distracted her from the girl's Ravenclaw connections. "You know that your aunty can't fix things if you don't tell her about it. So tell me about this odd duck?"

"Zacharias Smith can be so uncooperative at times," Susan said as she looked at her aunty and noticed something. "He acts a bit annoying and tries to boss some of the rest of the boys along, but they don't go for it. He did act like a bit like the headmaster today now that I think about it. They both seem to think that they know best because of who they are... Aunty not to pry, but what is with you acting like that in front of Mr. Flamel?"

"Well," Amelia started before blushing, "he was just so forceful when he stormed into the Great Hall. He looked rakishly rebellious with a presence that commanded your attention."

"I know what you mean," Susan said with her own blush. "So were you hoping that he would have a private discussion with you since I felt how your soaked and excited state still there when you hugged me?"

"Susan!" Amelia shrieked before flushing and wiggling in the chair where she felt the spot under her was wet. "Just because Nick made me feel like a young school girl is no reason to be so crass about it!"

"Sure there isn't," Susan said to tease her, before she savored a piece of the deliciously mouth watering and melting steak before washing it with a bit of the sweet juice and leered at her aunt. "You just wouldn't have protested if he flipped your skirt up gave you a spanking for being naughty before screwing you until you drenched the desk beneath you. He may be a bit old, but that just means that he knows how to make you feel good aunty."

"And how would you know about what would make me feel good, hmm?" Amelia asked as she teased her niece. "You haven't said that you have engaged in any of the games in the commons and Professor Sprout suspected that you wouldn't be ready to play until next year. So outside of probably exploring with Hannah and since you both do everything together, where do you get these ideas or is it your crush hmm?"

"Aunty, really just because the guy is gorgeous doesn't mean that I spend most of the time fantasizing about him bending Hannah and I over and taking turns pushing us over and over again to scream out our pleasure," Susan said with a full body flush. "Ok, I really think Hannah and I might make it a permanent thing in the future, and we sort of saw him eagerly helping his friends out. Really, I was half tempted to see how you reacted to each other since he has a similar presence to Nicky was it? I will confess that Hannah and I had some very intimate times thinking about the guy."

"I see," Amelia said while thinking about Susan being around someone who was like a young Nicolas Flamel and how she now worried her niece would likely drop her off wrapped in nothing but a bow with one of the two for her birthday or holiday at some point especially how it didn't seem like a bad idea. "I will want to meet this boy eventually, but I worry since you said he is a Ravenclaw if he would be too possessive. Not that it wouldn't be that bad... could be passionate to..."

The last of that Susan had struggled to hear and she was fairly certain that her aunt would be making some time to unwind. She had become so high strung since the Fudge administration buried her in paperwork and procedure. Her aunt had barely had a chance to do more than eat, sleep, work, and occasionally spend time with her. Susan felt somewhat bad that her aunty wasn't getting her needs met, but she didn't think that she would seriously go through with what she teased her about even though the image of her aunt being bent over the table and pounded while the dinner was served on top of her sent a rush through her body that she suspected Harry and company would have smelt and pounced on her.

Her beloved Aunt Amelia needed a good week or more of being sexed up out of her mind. Susan was now aware of this but who to set her up with since she doubted the simplest method would work well. Harry may not look old enough for her aunty to take seriously, but that did not mean that she could not try to ask Harry to set something up with Nicolas especially since she had caught the look he had when the old man had came in like a force of nature. She didn't know why he hadn't told her, but it was more likely to do with what her aunty had warned her about at school.

"I suppose he can be a bit possessive considering that he didn't have much before especially friends," Susan said as she tried a bit more of the food. "I doubt he would have a problem with things considering he doesn't force his friends to do anything. His lady friends don't mind some things that seem frowned outside The Set. So I don't have to worry about them being upset about sharing him, and the only problem would be having enough time..."

"Considering that he is in another house, I suppose I will find out that you and Hannah will have cornered him on the train when you come home," Amelia said with a resigned acceptance. "I just don't want you hurt, but you will be safer with Hannah there with you. So I take it that you will not be as withdrawn as Pomona thought you were being outside of Hannah?"

"Yes, aunty," Susan agreed and smiled dazzlingly at her. "Now speaking of Professor Sprout, I really think that you should see about her helping you our or arranging some help. It may not be having an intense ravishing by your darling Nicky, but I think that the professor can arrange for enough times that you won't be as wound up as you are. I care for you, aunty, and I want you happy or at least not so high strung. You will see about your needs or by Morgana's always-slick cunt, I will tie you down and have Hannah help me make you relax!"

"Thanks Suz, I needed that," Amelia said with a laugh at how absurd it was. "I think I will see Pomona and maybe she has a few strapping lads to meet a woman's needs."

"Or ladies licking?" Susan asked back causing her aunty to snort even as Susan saw she also liked that idea. "I am a Hufflepuff and Hannah has helped some. I still have an appreciation for the masculine form so there is no risk that House Bones will end with us. Now do I have to see about if you need a suitable gent to knock you up just in case?"

"No Susan that won't be necessary," Amelia said with a self-depressing sigh. "I really don't want to know what would happen if anymore of Fudge's flunkies get into the Ministry. The way some of them think it would be more dangerous for us and we would soon find ourselves being little more than breeders and pleasure toys. Just think the young Malfoy running things, and you know why I cannot semi-retire to have any kids right now."

"I see," Susan said with some resignation. "I suppose we should just try to enjoy our meal and we can discuss things more when we are home."

"Yes, some lighter talk would be nice," Amelia said before smirking at Susan. "So you were peeking on the boy you are crushing on. I take it you and Hannah aren't too shy in what you are seeing, so how is he?"

"Aunty!" Susan shrieked while blushing as she recalled how snug he made her feel wherever he was which so far was her mouth and between her thighs although considering how her aunty had been wound up without release she didn't mention anymore. "Well he is about this big..."

Susan held her hands apart and Harry started to close the connection as he really didn't want to hear anymore girl talk than he had to and he doubted his half asleep state would last considering that Hermione was wriggling just so. There were things he didn't want to know and he already knew too much about personal things about his girls. He was grateful that he only had the cues of body language and pheromones from the two. He did pick up that Susan was very tempted to taunt her aunt that she got her man while Amelia wasn't able to get what she wanted.

It was odd that he was getting better at realizing people's emotions through scent already. He noticed that it was easier in some of the companions' cases as they had a better-developed sense of smell in certain ways than he did currently. If his nose started to become as developed as his ears, eyes and taste were there could be some distractions in the future. Still he would be able to tell when someone was upset or possibly lying to him. He would also be able to better tell when a girl was feeling wound up easier than before and he had started to become slightly sensitive to peoples moods, which he realized was why he had started to become as withdrawn as he had while the years had passed.

He could see Susan's blush through the heat sensitive organs that Shadow had developed. He could see her increase in body temperature in areas as the blood flow increased and areas became swollen in excitement. It was an odd thing to see and it distracted him from pulling himself away as he did not wish to overhear girls comparing things even though they got upset if a guy did the same thing. The hidden serpent was scanning the room and this allowed him a full outline of Amelia Bones, which he could admit showed that Amelia didn't look like a woman he would find himself bothered by being with in intimate ways.

He was kind of shocked that the prim woman was aroused by his Susan teasing with such limited information. He felt a deep-seated masculine satisfaction that even though he hadn't reached his full growth that a woman was impressed with his physical assets. A part of him was aware that Shadow was accustomed from dealing with the heady aroma that seemed to saturate the room from all the exposure he and his lovers had given to his serpentine companion. His consciousness was awash in it though and he was feeling a bit mellow which was quite like when he had his face soaked by one of the girls when they rode his tongue.

"That's not that bad a length for a boy," Amelia said as she wondered how he would grow up and if Susan would mind if she tried him out when he was older if she brought him to visit. "So how filling is he?"

As he felt the connection start fading or was it he getting light headed from the amount of feminine musk he was experiencing, he heard Susan say proudly while her blazing with heat arms were held apart and shifting to a familiar gap, "But Aunty that is how stretching he is. He is about this long..."

"He's going to be hung like a centaur when he finishes growing!" Amelia said with a groan, as he suddenly knew she and Susan had creamed themselves from the aroma of the room making his mind whirl. "We are going to talk more on this young lady. Now let's finish our dinner with some pleasant conversation before you see Hannah for your own needs while I see if Pomona wants to help as well as if she has anyone to help as well..."

"Wait a minute," Susan said as she recovered her breathing and wiggled about her own soaked seat with the one addition she hadn't confided to her aunt about having and how it would help her in the morrow. "I was so distracted that I didn't notice that you were chewing tenderly and your lips were puffy! You may not have had him fuck you, but I am betting that he at least played with you while you sucked him! I cannot believe that you didn't change your panties before having dinner with me. You wanted me to know!"

"Susan there just wasn't enough time to get cleaned up," Amelia tried to console her at having had a taste of her crush while Susan had sounded like she hadn't cornered him yet. "Besides, you should be used to the scent since it permeates The Set! Sure, he spread my lips and stroked me while I swallowed him greedily, but there was barely time to get to enjoy things and it left me just more worked up! He even swatted my cunt after making sure that I drenched my panties while he held them against my shuddering lips while his other hand help my head by my hair. Is that what you wanted to hear? Why I bet you want your crush to truss you up and make you beg to have a break!"

"Damn right I do!" Susan shouted back while forgetting that she had her man do her proper unlike her only worked up aunt. "If you get to have a go at your guy, I should have one at mine as well since it would be only fair. Why I ought to show up back home stuffed full and tease you that I got more than a taste!"

Harry could see the writing on the wall. He really wanted to get away now as despite the drug like stupor that he was feeling from almost being in a fog of female arousal aroma. He didn't want to have heard what his tutor had done with the admittedly physically sculpted fighter's eager curves and responsive flushed flesh. He doubted that Hermione, Dora, or even Su would not bring up screwing Amelia to convince her and possibly pounding her until she was submissive and helpful. He didn't doubt that Su would at one point suggest that Susan introduce them and if possible having Susan feel out if Amelia was willing to try something that he thought would be similar to the deal with Penny.

If he had been in the room, Harry likely would have picked up that Susan had wanted to do nothing more than rub her aunt's face in the perfect first and second time she had as well as the mind numbing and body draining consequent romps. He did have some indications that Susan wanted to crow out about her success. He really did not want to hear them go into comparisons that are more graphic than what he had already heard. He did hope that Susan would try not to spill things, but he was fairly certain that Susan would not confess her neglecting to mention her recent sexual activity. Well he didn't doubt that Susan would admit about Hannah as that was not something that would be hid as they spent so much time together. Some would have said they were joined at the hips before, but now it was an actual occurrence for them to be so linked.

'Way too much information,' Harry thought as he wretched the memory away before they got too carried away in their competition as he had already heard their reaction to his current attributes. 'I really didn't want to know what Amelia would say to that or worse what Suz would reply with. I suspect that after that, Susan spent the night riding on Hannah's tongue and fingers. Who knows she may have even fisted the horny minx!'

Panting as he had been assaulted by Shadow having tasted their pheromones and the increased amount as well as potency, Harry closed both eyes and sighed. His body had responded as if he had been there and he had smelled the two getting worked up. He was grateful that he was buried under his ladies or he would have possibly sought Susan out and left her cum coated and filled body for her aunt to find. Well it was either that or he would have trussed the director up before ravishing Susan in front of her and then slowly screwing her into swearing her service to him. He could feel the effect that they had on his body even though he hadn't really been there.

It looks like he wouldn't have problems with Susan or her aunt. Just for that he decided to make sure she and Hannah sashayed out of the train with a noticeably just screwed to satisfaction strut. He wouldn't do something too extreme with them yet, but next year he could start to let them see the things that Hermione, Dora, and Su enjoyed. Maybe he only had to worry about Susan setting him loose to dominate her sexually neglected do to her job taking too much time aunt. Still he was now more aware of the hedonistic nature of Hufflepuff house so it was not too bad a thing to learn.

Harry sighed some time later as he felt Hermione wriggle just right and he felt the slow grinding until he shuddered and passed from tired to sleep while he was doubly surrounded by his ladies and their heady embrace. The morning would come too soon and so much to do. His sleeping mind wondered how much of what was said that he heard and hadn't heard that Susan would disclose to him. It didn't matter, as he likely would only see her and Hannah on the train and maybe a daytrip with a single night sleepover at most during the summer. He could tell that Amelia would require more information on him for anything more.

Harry probably would have laughed himself senseless if he had sent Night to watch the temper tantrum that Albus Dumbledore was doing. As it was, he likely would not find out about it until he made his way for a short visit to Grimmauld Place. The portrait of the former Headmaster Black had returned to his frame after watching it and had not stopped shacking in laughter for days. He barely got a word out before resuming his lapse into maddening laughter. Kretcher had managed to slowly relay the information to Walburga, but even by the time Harry popped in she had only heard part of it.

Still even Nigel had been missing out on parts of the oratory and only Fawkes had seen the thing in its entirety. The phoenix would keep quite on the matter though although the hat wished he could have told. It had been decades since the old man had exploded as he had that night. Still even the partial rant would be something Harry would remember for quite some time. It did mean that he would eventually plan on how to directly access the memories stored in the enchantments of magical portraits as he had ghosts.

"How dare he do this to me?" Albus questioned his mentor's betrayal as he stormed about the room his protections barely managing not to overload the wards he had woven on his most prized possessions and tools. "Just because he is Nicolas 'Bloody' Flamel, he thinks he can come into my domain and treat me like a child! He did as good a job as making me look like a naïve inexperienced brat as I could do to most of the current elite. Not only that but he planted the seeds of disbelief in my minions!"

Yes, Dumbledore's more cynical side and the one that had gotten him involved with Grindlewald was showing. It was a very good thing that his door could not just be opened or his already slightly disillusioned staff might see him drop his benevolent grandfather mask. It was a mask even if one part of his personality actually believed the dross of the light, greater good, and benevolent tolerance. At his core, Albus was the same as most aspiring dark lords. He thought he knew better and since he did; therefore, he should be the one to do things and decide them as well. His personality was heavily defined by his childhood and the values in both the magical as well as the muggle world of that time. It was slightly refined with his belief that there was a hierarchy inherent to people and that people were happy and productive when they knew their place.

"To top it off he releases information to the DMLE and to Amelia Bones in particular," he said with a violent pacing across the room as his rage flowing magic began to overflow his decreased control. "I doubt that cunt will let it go since her precious Susan is here. She should know her place and not be interfering in her betters' affairs!"

It could be said that at time Dumbledore was rather insane and that while brilliant he would have been in an asylum if he were not a wizard. As it was, this recent stress was making the divisions between his personalities rather fragile. His inner persona had been venting for quite some time and it was only a matter of time before he switched back to his mask being in control. Perhaps, his life would have been easier without the tragedies, but it was not to be. He long since had divorced himself from accepting his responsibilities for his actions and had for some time made sure he always had a ready scapegoat. His mask did quite the job in convincing people for some nebulous greater good. He had also long since learned the devil's truth that it was amazing how convincing the lies are when they are in some way true.

"Why cannot they see that what I do is for their betterment?" Albus asked as his eyes raked over the portraits as well as the other occupants of the room. "It was for the greater good to lure young Thomas out so that they would believe and thus be prepared at the least. I had hoped that the mirror would entrance him long enough to discern how he had done so and once more cheated death."

"Really, Albus," the sorting hat said gruffly. "I don't think a first year would believe that drivel and you think such a piss poor justification will persuade Amelia Bones? You have no idea how tenacious she can be. I saw it all when she was on my head and you have only seen the beginning. She has a right to be involved for two reasons. She is in charge of the Aurors not you. In addition, Amelia Bones is a very concerned aunt for her niece and considering how it was your disastrous bumbling that led to her family's death I have little doubt she would try to hang you by your balls. You should have made things more difficult to get into that trap if you didn't want her to be on your trail."

"She is far too young for the responsibilities she has," Albus tried to counter the hat's logic. "Unfortunately, the Death Eaters as well as those reactionary Aurors from when Scrimgeour led the department killed off too many that were needed this leaving these foolish children that should be seeking their betters' guidance. Why cannot they see that allowing the Aurors to use lethal force would be detrimental to our world? The families must be preserved or we will be overrun by the unknowing and the ignorant."

"You forget that you were all children once and that it is the purpose of those that came before to guide them until they can stand on their own," the hat likewise countered with disappointment in its expression and tone. "One cannot hold their hands and command them forever. There comes a time when they are the ones to lead, learn, and then guide as those that came before have done. How can they be anything but unknowing and ignorant of you prevent them from learning? They must learn from life or there is no point!"

Albus growled at that and as he had no real counterpoint, he had resumed yelling, cursing, swearing, and otherwise throwing tantrums. Some of the descriptions had gotten really bizarre and then he started into other languages. Fawkes and the Hat started to wince when he started vehemously venting in vulgar Mermish. His French insults at least sounded soothing even if most present understood the violent, twisted, and depraved words. When he had begun swearing in German with some of old Grindlewald's choice insults that he had acquired from their buried relationship, the two were severely tempted to have the hat drop something on his head to shut him up.

Somewhere around the time he started free flowing from French to Goblin by way of Mermish and either Harpy or Banshee, the hat nodded at Fawkes that something needed to be done. Most of the unsecured items had begun to fly about the room, and the secured ones were vibrating where they lay. While it was unlikely that Dumbledore despite his intimidating to modern wizard level of power could not harm then, it did not mean that the spoiled brat throwing a tantrum would not cause them excessive amounts of pain as they reckoned things. His tone of voice had started to grate on their sense of hearing and Fawkes was half tempted to just dump the man in the lake to snap him out of his hissy fit.

Just before they acted, Dumbledore was conked upside the head by one of his own trophies he had sent about the room in a very violent orbit. The two looked at each other and Fawkes chirped in confusion. The hat was silent for a few moments. Neither of them nor the portraits had expected that to happen.

"Now that was ironic," the hat said as he noticed most of the portraits were snickering at what fate had befallen the current headmaster. "I don't think he would be able to handle knowing he knocked himself out with his own trophy. Which one is it anyways?"

"I believe it is the one for his accomplishments with Nicolas Flamel particularly the twelve uses for dragon's blood," Headmaster Black said with a snort. "Now if you don't mind I am going to go somewhere else to remain my dignity..."

After he left his portrait, the other headmasters saw no need to maintain the same dignity he had been trying to have and started chuckling. None of them thought to call Madam Pomfrey, as they were aware he was only unconscious and did not have anything more concerning do to the wards in the room. Perhaps they would have if not for what happened next.

"Dignity can be such an inconvenience having to maintain ones decorum all the time," the Hufflepuff Headmistress who was known among her house and the following heads as having died from heart failure while recovering for her post centennial orgy. "Now which ones of you want to have some fun since the poof down there is not awake to complain about us doing improper things?"

Without the famed Black in the room, most of the other portraits managed to wander into her portrait and thus they decided to have a better use for their time while they could. Dumbledore did tend to be a nuisance with his control issues, and they could for a short time relax even if they were just personality imprints that were enchanted with the memories of their likenesses. The portraits were more than that, but the true nature of the magic utilized was mostly obscure even to those using it. How the portraits held the memory that they could as well as the inductive and deductive reasoning ability of their originals was a secret lost to the ages; however, it should be noted that like ghosts they were very respectful of necromancers.

It was a pity that Harry was not informed about the actions of the portraits or they would have had more positions to add to the magical sex manual that Su had brought with her. It was perhaps for the best that the portraits were not limited by the strengths and limitations of the body. Well most of them were different now, but there were reasons for what the portraits got up to away from student eyes or ears. There was a reason that the Fat Lady of Gryffindor was irritable on being awoken. It was likely that a number of the Gryffindors would have been shock on why she seemed to be snoring and exactly what her friend was doing inside her portrait.

As it was, Harry would be slightly impressed by the sheer vehemence that the Headmaster had unleashed in his rant. He would make a mental note to find a way to copy memories out of a portrait. They did make a useful surveillance tool, and while he could influence them with his magic similarly as how he could affect the ghosts that also were part of Dumbledore's surveillance network, there was something to be said for having seen it and not just heard about it. He would be unfortunate to have to delay the telling to the rest of those who were destined to while away some of the time on the train with him.

He had seen the look in Penelope Clearwater's eyes as well as the quick glance he had caught with Susan that night before and the hungry looks they had cast at him in the morning. He had drifted off with plans for the ride home from that and the interesting dreams that resulted. Dumbledore likely would have been far more furious than he had been if he had known that Nicolas had invited Harry and entourage to his home and was planning on revealing lore as well as dangerous information. That Harry also was planning to cultivate ties within the Auror Corps that would circumvent his own would have caused him a near heart attack. His also strengthening ties with the House of Li were also part of his plan to utterly crush his enemies regardless of who they were.

'Hmm, I suppose we should get to the train a bit early,' Harry thought as he called his familiars and set about smuggling most of them home. 'Night can find his own way and Shadow can still hide on me while Kiki will be a bit more problematic to get home as leaving her here with just the low amount of people here over the summer is courting disaster. I highly doubt that having to sneak into Hogsmeade to remove her before the noticed lack of people and animals would be good. I don't think leaving her to her own devices in the forest for the whole of summer would be good either. So some quick instructions and hopefully she can sneak onto the express heading back again.'

He was momentarily distracted by the appearance of his girls in more muggle clothing. His libido and theirs would be quite sated with the time available. He was certain that given their looks at breakfast that he would have his lap full of Hannah, Susan, and Penny. Dora, Su, and Hermione were a given even though they had a very satisfying night. He did wonder if Hermione had been serious about tying the two Puffs together with a double ended toy while he enjoyed both after they had their first stretching of, as that film Sarah had called it, their backdoors. There was also the fact that given the looks Penny and Dora had been directing at each other that the prefect would take the opportunity after her shift on the train to unmask herself. Harry did plan to let Hermione and Su join in to make certain that even though the summer would allow time for doubts to sink in that Dora's lover would be standing with them. It would not do to allow such an interesting and useful relationship to sour like the interactions between Penny and Percy.