Serafall-Sitri-LEVIATHAN!?
Lilja was speechless! That beautiful, mesmerizing woman she'd drunkenly hooked up with all those years ago in that Muggle pub-the one who'd gotten Lily Evans pregnant that single reckless night-had been Serafall Leviathan herself?
A Satan-class devil!? But-how? And why?
And what exactly was this "Boy-Who-Lived" thing they kept mentioning? Her confusion spiraled deeper, drowning her in unanswered questions.
She forced a shaky smile toward the French girls, hiding her turmoil. "Oh-right, of course," Lilja lied smoothly, voice carefully steady. "Sorry, I'm still catching up on all the gossip."
They laughed good-naturedly, easily forgiving her apparent ignorance. Lilja took a slow, steadying breath and forced herself to refocus, even as her mind reeled.
All she knew was that her mission suddenly got a lot more complicated. Her son was a half-devil.
"Um..." Lilja cut in again. "Speaking of Harry Sitri, do any of you perhaps know the spots around the castle he tends to frequent? I'd like to speak with him myself."
The French girls immediately burst into amused giggles, exchanging knowing glances with sparkling eyes. The petite brunette leaned closer, giving Lilja an openly teasing smirk. "Oh, get in line, cherie!" she purred playfully, eyes glittering mischievously. "Half the girls in this castle are eager to corner him somewhere quiet and private, myself included." Her friends laughed lightly, nodding enthusiastically in agreement.
Another of the French witches, a statuesque blonde, sighed dramatically, staring dreamily off into the distance. "Oui, who wouldn't want that gorgeous man to bend them over and give them a good pounding?" she said bluntly, her voice shamelessly husky. "I'd happily surrender myself to him anytime. I'm dripping just thinking about it!"
Lilja felt her cheeks warm involuntarily at the girl's explicit admission. Clearly Harry-her Harry, her son-had quite the reputation among the witches. She wasn't certain whether she should feel proud or embarrassed about that particular revelation.
But before Lilja could even formulate a response, the third girl suddenly spoke up with a small scoff of irritation. She rolled her eyes disdainfully. "Bah, forget about catching him around the castle for now. Haven't you heard?" she said sourly. "Those annoying Veela sluts, Fleur and Gabrielle Delacour, were both sulking miserably all day long back in the Beauxbatons carriage. Apparently, Harry Sitri will be away the entire weekend!"
Lilja felt a sudden stab of disappointment twist sharply inside her chest. "Fuck," Lilja grumbled irritably, scowling faintly in open annoyance at the unwelcome news.
The French girls giggled again at Lilja's reaction, clearly assuming her annoyance was simply frustration at missing out on a chance to seduce Harry herself.
"Exactly!" the brunette said with exaggerated sympathy. "It's terribly unfair, isn't it? And those Delacour sisters-ugh, they're always monopolizing his attention. But I suppose we can hardly blame them, can we?" She winked knowingly at Lilja. "After all, we'd all do the same in their position."
Lilja forced herself to return their playful smiles. "Thank you all for telling me," she murmured softly. "It seems I'll just have to wait patiently for his return, then..."
The girls giggled teasingly again, amused by her obvious interest in Harry. Lilja kept her pleasant smile carefully in place as she quietly excused herself, quickly walking away before her composed facade cracked completely.
Once safely out of sight, Lilja finally allowed a quiet sigh of genuine frustration to escape her lips, her eyes narrowing slightly with determination.
Fine, she thought bitterly. She would wait. And in the meantime, she'd study up everything she'd missed while she was "dead."
Because-clearly-it was a lot more than she thought it was.
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chapter 27
Chapter 27 (~11.5k words):
— Serafall —
Serafall stood confidently, her slender figure hugged perfectly by her tight, revealing Magical Girl Levia-tan costume. The vivid colors and short skirt emphasized the generous curves of her hips, ass, and chest, and she posed gracefully in her knee-high pink boots, staring across the elaborate set toward Harry, who stood facing her.
Harry, playing the tragic villain Cassium, wore a torn, dark costume that showcased his muscular build. His dark hair fell stylishly over his forehead, accentuating his handsome features, and the prop staff in his hand hummed softly with magical special effects. He was a natural at this role-confident yet convincingly tormented.
Serafall's heart swelled with pride. She loved how easily her son could immerse himself into character, despite never admitting openly how much he enjoyed performing these past couple days. She knew he liked it! He took after her after all!
She took a slow breath, fully immersing herself into Levia-tan's passionate character. It was time for their final dramatic scene. The set was perfectly lit, the film crew silently watching from behind their cameras, capturing every detail. Serafall parted her lips and stepped forward, raising one hand dramatically toward Harry.
"THIS ISN'T YOU, CASSIUM!" Serafall declared passionately, her voice loud and clear, filled with emotional sincerity. "Please, you must fight those evil thoughts inside your head! I know the Church has corrupted your mind, filled you with lies and forced you to fight against everything we believe in. But you can still resist! Remember who you truly are! You must remember the love we once shared as childhood friends! Think back, Cassium-please remember all of those precious, cherished memories we made growing up together! Our friendship, our laughter, and our love-nothing can erase those memories!"
Serafall paused, letting her heartfelt words echo dramatically across the stage. The bright, glittery lighting illuminated her flushed cheeks and trembling lips, reflecting the emotional intensity of the scene. Harry stared back at her, his green eyes widened convincingly in conflicted anguish. He took several slow steps backward, shaking his head and gripping his prop staff tightly in visible distress.
"No... Levia-tan!" Harry spoke firmly yet mournfully, his voice deep, anguished, and filled with sincere regret. His jaw clenched tightly, emphasizing the internal struggle of his character. "I can't... I just can't fight it! The brainwashing they forced upon me... it's far too strong. You don't understand how deeply it's ingrained into my very soul! It commands me to harm you, to attack you! Please, run away from me now, before I lose control again! I couldn't bear it if I caused you harm once more!"
As Harry spoke these emotional lines, Serafall watched, completely captivated. His acting was so good that even knowing it was fake, she felt genuine emotional pain tug at her heartstrings. Harry's magical aura, enhanced by special effects, began visibly radiating off his muscular frame, the film crew smoothly zooming their cameras in closer to capture every anguished detail of his handsome face and tense, powerful body.
But Serafall's character Levia-tan was determined, fiercely loyal, and driven entirely by her love for Cassium. Serafall took another deliberate step forward, placing her delicate hands gently over her chest, leaning toward Harry as she passionately delivered her final declaration of love and determination.
"No brainwashing, no matter how powerful, can ever overpower our love, Cassium!" Serafall said fervently, her voice thick with heartfelt sincerity. "Because the bond between us-our true love-is stronger than any evil magic the Church could ever produce! Let our love set you free!"
She closed the distance between them confidently, her hips swaying with each seductive step, drawing every eye on set toward the hypnotic movements of her voluptuous figure. Serafall's heart raced wildly in her chest, her pulse quickening as she reached Harry's strong, broad frame. Wrapping both arms around his neck, she pressed her voluptuous breasts firmly against his chest, tilting her beautiful face upward to gaze deeply into his startled, conflicted eyes.
Then, without hesitation or restraint, she passionately kissed him, her lips soft, warm, and inviting against his. At first, Harry's character tensed convincingly beneath her embrace, before his arms slowly and dramatically relaxed, wrapping protectively around Serafall's slender waist. He pulled her even closer, deepening their passionate kiss with skillful ease.
As their kiss intensified, a giant glowing pink heart appeared on the backdrop behind them, perfectly synchronized with the magical special effects that began sparkling and glittering across the stage. Levia-tan's cheerful, upbeat theme song filled the studio, echoing loudly in perfect timing. Fireworks and magical sparks exploded around their embracing forms, further illuminating and emphasizing the powerful passion of the climactic moment.
Her entire body tingled with pleasure as Harry eagerly deepened their kiss further, losing themselves completely in the moment, despite the cameras rolling and the film crew intently watching. The special effects continued dazzling brilliantly all around them, creating an undeniably magical and romantic visual scene. Serafall's soft moan of pleasure was entirely genuine as Harry's tongue explored sensually against hers, their mouths passionately entwined.
But eventually, Serafall remembered they were still filming, and she finally, reluctantly ended their incredibly passionate kiss, gently pulling back just enough to gaze lovingly up into Harry's beautifully flushed, slightly dazed face. Harry blinked, clearly taken aback by how deeply genuine their kiss had become.
Serafall simply smiled up at him, her cheeks flushed warmly as she kept her slender arms wrapped snugly around his strong neck.
"I love you, Cassium," Serafall murmured tenderly, her voice barely above a whisper but still clearly audible to the microphones. She smiled warmly, brushing her fingertips gently along his jawline. "I'll never stop fighting for you. You'll always be mine."
Harry stared down at her, visibly moved by the genuine emotion in her voice. "Levia-tan..." he whispered softly, his strong arms tightening protectively around her small waist. "I... thank you..."
The director loudly called out, "Cut! That was absolutely perfect! Wonderful job, everyone!"
Serafall reluctantly eased herself away from Harry's warm, muscular body.
She giggled brightly, still flushed and giddy from their intense kiss. She gazed warmly into Harry's handsome face, her blue eyes sparkling playfully. "You were absolutely wonderful, Harry!" she praised enthusiastically, squeezing his hand affectionately. "Your acting was so convincing, I nearly forgot we were filming. You made me feel every emotion so intensely!"
Harry smiled back warmly, though his cheeks still held a faint flush. "You were incredible yourself, Mother. Though I wasn't exactly expecting such a realistic kiss in front of everyone. You're certainly full of surprises."
Serafall giggled mischievously, winking at him as she hugged herself intimately against his side once again, uncaring who might be watching. "Oh, trust me, Harry dear, when it comes to surprises, we've only just begun!"
Harry laughed softly, placing an affectionate kiss upon her forehead. "Somehow, I completely believe you."
Serafall beamed happily up at him, already eagerly anticipating the next time she could get him onto her show!
Serafall happily skipped off the filming set with a bright, satisfied smile stretched widely across her flushed face. Her long, dark ponytails swayed energetically behind her as she moved eagerly toward the director, waving enthusiastically in his direction to ensure she had his full attention.
"Director-san! Director-san!" Serafall called loudly and sweetly, her voice carrying easily across the bustling studio. She clapped her delicate hands together, practically bouncing on the tips of her toes in excitement as she reached the bewildered man. "That was amazing, right? You got every single moment of it, didn't you?"
The director looked slightly startled by her boundless enthusiasm, adjusting his glasses nervously as he smiled hesitantly. "Ah, yes, Lady Leviathan-er, Levia-tan," he quickly corrected at her playful pout. "We got it all perfectly. It was absolutely splendid footage. Some of the finest we've ever shot!"
Serafall giggled delightedly, clasping her hands behind her back and leaning closer with exaggerated cuteness. "Oh, that's wonderful!" she exclaimed brightly, her blue eyes gleaming with barely restrained excitement. She leaned in even closer, lowering her voice to a playful, conspiratorial whisper. "In fact, Director-san, I'd like to request a special favor, if I could."
The director swallowed nervously at her close proximity, clearly a bit intimidated yet undeniably charmed by her presence. "Ah, of course, Serafall," he said quickly, nodding vigorously. "Anything at all!"
Serafall grinned wickedly, batting her long lashes playfully as she whispered with shameless enthusiasm. "I'd like all the raw footage from that last scene-the entire thing in crystal clear, full HD-for my personal private collection," she said, clearly emphasizing 'private' with a knowing smile. "Every kiss, every embrace, every little moan of pleasure-please make sure you don't miss a single delicious detail."
The director turned a deep shade of crimson, coughing awkwardly at her very specific request. "Ah, y-yes, of course, Serafall! I'll have it prepared for you immediately," he stammered shyly.
"Perfect!" Serafall cooed happily, smiling warmly again. "You're the absolute best, Director-san! I knew you'd understand. I can't wait to watch it over and over again."
Giggling shamelessly to herself, she twirled gracefully on her heels, already picturing her relaxing evening spent savoring every passionate second of that final romantic scene with her precious Harry. It was going to make for quite a stimulating evening indeed.
— Harry —
Meanwhile, I slowly stepped off the brightly lit set, letting out a long, relieved sigh. I ran one hand through my messy black hair, feeling awkwardly conscious of every pair of eyes around the studio, knowing they'd all witnessed that surprisingly intense performance-especially the lovely girls from my peerage standing near the cameras.
