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mrs. morgan 35: Probably later.

Story time also, Lemon warning.

Moans filled the Room of Requirement, as Alex used his tongue to trail around Tracy's dark right nipple, resulting in a few giggles that mixed with her moans. The mattress they are laying on creaked as their bodies where covered in silk sheets as Alex pressed easily into her silken folds thanks to her built up arousal.

"Oh, you have no idea how much I wanted this!" she gasped, relishing the feeling of being filled by his penis once more time before winter holiday.

"Anything for one of my bestfriends!... Who I happen to fuck." Alex said with a grin, nibbling on her nipple as his other hand finding its way onto her other hip so that he had a good hold.

Drawing back, he started to thrust into her at a medium pace, getting a loud moan. Tracy let herself be lost in the pleasure of their sex.

Moaning her hips unconsciously rocking back in time with his in order to get him as deep inside her as possible. He could feel his tip brushing against her most sensitive spot, bringing one leg up so that he had a more stable position to thrust into her.

Now he could increase his pace, thrusting faster and harder into her heated passage and getting even louder moans as his prize.

"Oh Alex! I'm going to cum!", one last cry escaped her lips as she felt her orgasm hit, shivering as pleasure coursed through her body.

"Yeah, here it comes!" he grunted, thrusting into her as hard and fast as he could. The pressure building up in the base of his shaft, combined with Tracy's mind melting heat and the grip of her vagina around him bringing him to his edge.

Alex let out a roar, his body stiffening a little as he blew his load. Tracy moaned dreamily as she was lying flat on the mattress, her dark skin glistering with sweat. Panting, Alex rolled off and laid next to her, Tracy turning her head to give him a satisfied smile.

"You came a lot, have you been saving it up?" Tracy said with a grin, "Or where you thinking about someone else?"

"W-What!?" Alex said sitting up, "Of course not!"

"I pride myself on being one of the few who can tell when Alexander Kent is lying." Tracy said smugly as she sat up as well, "It's okay Alex, I know you where thinking of Hermione."

"And your not mad about that!?" Alex said shocked, "Susan Bones slapped me when I shouted Hermione when I climaxed!"

"Why would I be mad? I fantasize about Draco Malfoy." she said obviously joking, giggling as he gave her a playful push, "So... You still have the feelings for Hermione?"

"Yeah..." he said as he nodded.

"But she just want to be friends, I know." Tracy said placing a hand on his back, "But I still something might be growing in her."

"Claire got her preggers?" Alex said much to her surprise, "Oh, we joked about how she won't sleep with me and so Hermione has to be a lesbian."

"Maybe Daphne is a lesbian as well..." Tracy muttered which turn into a giggle as they laughed, "But seriously Alex, you should try it again with Hermione."

"Even if she would want to." he said, "We can't do tis anymore."

"A true tragic loss but it's something I'm willing to give up." Tracy said with a kind smile, "Because my friend deserves to be happy."

Having escorted Tracy back to her common room, Alex walked the boy's stairs where just outside the door where loud moans and trashing.

Throwing the door open, he saw a sweating Harry covered in his blanket which were twisted all around him like a strait-jacket. Rushing over to him, Alex slapped his friend, calling his name until Harry's eyes shot open.

"You awake?" Alex said annoyed as their dorm mates woke up as well.

Harry clutched his head in his hands; he rolled right over and vomited over the edge of the mattress.

"Yeah, that's not good." Alex said dryly, "Neville can you get Jeager or Fleur or McGonagall?" and with a single nod, Neville was off as Alex and Ron watched over Harry.

Taking great gulps of air, Harry pushed himself up in bed, willing himself not to throw up again, the pain half-blinding him.

"Ron... Your dad..." he panted, his chest heaving, "Your dad's... been attacked... He's been bitten, it's serious, there was blood everywhere..."

"Harry, mate..." Ron said uncertainly, "You... you were just dreaming..."

"No! It wasn't a dream!" Harry said furiously, "Not an ordinary dream... I was there, I saw it... I did it..."

Harry was still sweating and shivering feverishly, "Neville is getting help. Just take it easy." Alex said, just as Harry retched again and Ron leap backwards out of the way.

They waited for a few minutes til they heard hurried footsteps coming up the stairs and Neville's voice saying, "Over here!"

Jeager came hurrying into the dormitory in a lose buttoned dress shirt and his usual dress pants. Fleur came in behind them wearing a powder blue dressing gown.

"What is it, Harry?" Jeager said, kneeling in front of him.

"It's Ron's dad." Harry said, sitting up again, "He's been attacked by a snake and it's serious, I saw it happen..."

"What do you mean, you saw it happen?" Fleur asked, calmly and motherly.

"I don't know..." Harry tried to explain, "I was asleep and then I was there..."

"Put on your dressing gown. We are going to see the Headmaster." Jeager said at once, "Fleur, go wake up Claire and Ginny then Fred and George and meet us there."

Harry was so relieved he was taking him seriously that he did not hesitate, he jumped out of bed at once, pulled on his dressing gown.

"Alex, Ron, Neville, you should come too." Jeager said as Fleur had already left.

They followed Jeager past the silent figures of Dean and Seamus, out of the dormitory down the spiral stairs into the common room, through the portrait hole and off along the Fat Lady's moonlit corridor.

They kept a fast steady pace as they passed Mrs. Norris, who turned her lamp-like eyes upon them and hissed faintly but Jeager said, "Begone!"

Mrs. Norris slunk away into the shadows, and in a few minutes they had reached the stone gargoyle guarding the entrance to Dumbledore s office.

"Fizzing Whizzbee." Jeager said.

The gargoyle sprang to life and leap aside; the wall behind it split in two to reveal a stone staircase that was moving continually upwards like a spiral escalator. The five of them stepped on to the moving stairs; the wall closed behind them with a thud and they were moving upwards in tight circles until they reached the highly polished oak door with the brass knocker shaped like a griffin.

Though it was now well past midnight there were voices coming from inside the room, a positive babble of them. It sounded as though Dumbledore was entertaining at least a dozen people.

Jeager rapped three times with the griffin knocker and the voices ceased abruptly as though someone had switched them all off. The door opened of its own accord and Jeager led Harry, Alex, Ron and Neville inside.

The room was in half-darkness; the strange silver instruments standing on tables were silent and still rather than whirring and emitting puffs of smoke as they usually did; the portraits of old headmasters and headmistresses covering the walls were all snoozing in their frames. Behind the door, a magnificent red and gold bird the size of a swan dozed on its perch with its head under its wing.

"Oh, it's you, Charles... and... ah."

Dumbledore was sitting in a high-backed chair behind his desk; he leaned forward into the pool of candlelight illuminating the papers laid out before him. He was wearing a magnificently embroidered purple and gold dressing gown over a snowy white nightshirt, but seemed wide-awake, his penetrating light blue eyes fixed intently upon Jeager.

"Professor Dumbledore, Harry has had a nightmare." Jeager began to speak, "But I think its best he himself will tell you about it. Go on Harry."

"I... Well, I was asleep... But it wasn't an ordinary dream... it was real... I saw it happen...", Harry said and, even in his terror and his desperation to make Dumbledore understand, he felt slightly irritated that the Headmaster was not looking at him, but examining his own interlocked fingers. He took a deep breath, "Ron's dad, Mr Weasley, has been attacked by a giant snake."

The words seemed to reverberate in the air after he had said them, sounding slightly ridiculous. There was a pause in which Dumbledore leaned back and stared meditatively at the ceiling.

"How did you see this?" Dumbledore asked quietly, still not looking at Harry, "Where you were positioned as you watched this attack happen? Were you perhaps standing beside the victim, or else looking down on the scene from above?"

This was such a curious question that Harry gaped at Dumbledore; it was almost as though he knew. "I was the snake." he said, "I saw it all from the snake's point of view."

Nobody else spoke for a moment, then Dumbledore, now looking at Ron who was white-faced. Dumbledore stood up, and addressed one of the old portraits hanging very near the ceiling.

"Everard?" he said sharply, "And you too, Dilys!"

A sallow-faced wizard with a short black fringe and an elderly witch with long silver ringlets in the frame beside him, both of whom seemed to have been in the deepest of sleeps, opened their eyes immediately.

"Everard, you will need to raise the alarm, make sure he is found by the right people.", Dumbledore said, both nodded and moved sideways out of their frames, but instead of emerging in neighboring pictures, neither reappeared.

One frame now contained nothing but a backdrop of dark curtain, the other a handsome leather arm chair.

"Everard and Dilys were two of Hogwarts most celebrated Heads." Dumbledore said, now sweeping around Harry, Alex, Ron, Neville and Jeager to approach the magnificent sleeping bird on his perch beside the door, "Their renown is such that both have portraits hanging in other important wizarding institutions. As they are free to move between their own portraits, they can tell us what may be happening elsewhere."

"Please sit down, all four of you. Everard and Dilys may not be back for several minutes." Dumbledore was now stroking Fawkes's plumed golden head with one finger. The phoenix awoke immediately. He stretched his beautiful head high and observed Dumbledore through bright, dark eyes.

"We will need a warning." Dumbledore said very quietly to the bird, there was a flash of fire and the phoenix had gone.

A few minutes of silence followed, there was a shout from the top of the wall to their right; the wizard called Everard had reappeared in his portrait, panting slightly, "Dumbledore! I yelled until someone came running." the wizard said, who was mopping his brow on the curtain behind him, "said I'd heard something moving downstairs, they weren't sure whether to believe me but went down to check... You know there are no portraits down there to watch from. Anyway, they carried him up a few minutes later. He doesn't look good, he's covered in blood, I ran along to Elfrida Cragg's portrait to get a good view as they left."

"Good." Dumbledore said as Ron made a convulsive movement, "I take it Dilys will have seen him arrive, then."

And moments later, the silver-ringleted witch had reappeared in her picture, too; she sank, coughing, into her armchair and said, "Yes, they've taken him to St Mungo's, Dumbledore... they carried him past my portrait... he looks bad..."

Alex gave a sideways glance at Ron, who was looking terrified.

Dumbledore was now rummaging in a cupboard behind Harry, Alex, Ron and Neville. He emerged from it carrying a blackened old kettle, which he placed carefully on his desk. He raised his wand and murmured, "Portus!"

For a moment the kettle trembled, glowing with an odd blue light; then it quivered to rest, as solidly black as ever. Dumbledore marched over to another portrait, this time of a clever-looking wizard with a pointed beard, who had been painted wearing the Slytherin colors of green and silver and was apparently sleeping so deeply that he could not hear Dumbledore's voice when he attempted to rouse him.

"Phineas. Phineas."

The subjects of the portraits lining the room were no longer pretending to be asleep; they were shifting around in their frames, the better to watch what was happening. When the clever-looking wizard continued to feign sleep, some of them shouted his name, too.

"Phineas! Phineas! PHINEAS!"

He could not pretend any longer; he gave a theatrical jerk and opened his eyes wide, "Did someone call?"

"I need you to visit your other portrait again, Phineas." Dumbledore said, "I've got another message."

"Visit my other portrait?" Phineas said in a reedy voice, giving a long, fake yawn, "Though he may well have destroyed my picture by now, he's done away with most of the family..."

"Sirius knows not to destroy your portrait." Dumbledore said, "You are to give him the message that Arthur Weasley has been gravely injured and that his wife, children, Harry Potter, Claire Kent, Alex Kent and Neville Longbottom will be arriving at the house shortly. Do you understand?"

"Yes, yes... Very well..." Phineas said in a bored voice, he sloped away into the frame of the portrait and disappeared from view.

At the very moment the study door opened again. Claire, Fred, George and Ginny were ushered inside by Fleur, all four of them looking dishevelled and shocked, still in their sleeping wear.

"Harry, what's going on?" Ginny asked, who looked frightened, "Fleur said you saw Dad get hurt..."

"Your father has been injured in the course of his work for the Order of the Phoenix." Dumbledore said, before Harry could speak, "He has been taken to St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. I am sending you back to Sirius's house, which is much more convenient for the hospital than The Burrow. You will meet your mother there."

"How are we going? Floo powder?" Fred asked looking shaken.

"No, Floo powder is not safe at the moment, the Network is being watched. You will be taking a Portkey." Dumbledore said, he indicated the old kettle lying innocently on his desk, "We are just waiting for Phineas Nigellus to report back... I want to be sure that the coast is clear before sending you..."

There was a flash of flame in the very middle of the office, leaving behind a single golden feather that floated gently to the floor. "It is Fawkes's warning." Dumbledore said, catching the feather as it fell, "Professor Umbridge must know you're out of your beds... Charles, Fleur, go and head her off, tell her any story."

Jeager and Fleur were gone in a second.

"He says he'll be delighted." a bored voice said behind Dumbledore; the wizard called Phineas had reappeared in front of his Slytherin banner, "My great-great-grandson has always had an odd taste in house-guests."

"Come here, then. And quickly, before anyone else joins us." Dumbledore said to Harry, Claire, Alex, Neville, and the Weasleys, as they gathered around Dumbledore's desk, "You have all used a Portkey before?" and they nodded, each reaching out to touch some part of the blackened kettle, "Good. On the count of three, then... one, two... three."

Claire felt a powerful jerk behind her navel, the ground vanished from beneath her feet, her hand was glued to the kettle; she was banging into the others as they all sped forwards in a swirl of colors and a rush of wind, the kettle pulling them onward, until her feet hit the ground so hard her knees buckled, the kettle clattered to the ground.

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