Draco chuckled softly, finally allowing himself to enjoy her eagerness. "Perhaps you can," he admitted coolly, tilting her chin up to look into her eyes. As she smiled brightly, pleased by his attention, Draco's mind lingered briefly once more on Sona and Tsubaki. Tonight when he fucked Pansy, he'd be thinking of them...
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Chapter 11 (~10500 words):
— Snape —
After the feast...
Severus Snape sat alone in his dimly lit office, a nearly empty bottle of Firewhisky resting precariously on the edge of his cluttered desk. His dark eyes were fixed on nothing in particular, glazed over with disbelief and shock. He took another long swig, savoring the burning sensation as the alcohol slid down his throat, trying to numb the chaotic whirl of emotions inside him.
All these years, he'd firmly believed the famous Harry Potter was James Potter's son-the physical embodiment of everything he loathed about his old rival. He had spent countless nights imagining James and Lily together, bitter jealousy and anger simmering in his heart.
Yet today, his reality had been violently shattered by Harry's unexpected confession in the Great Hall. Lily, sweet, beautiful Lily, had cheated on James. The legendary Harry Potter wasn't even James Potter's son at all...
Snape let out a bitter laugh, dark and humorless, echoing off the stone walls of his office. How ironic, how utterly devastating. He'd been so prepared to hate the boy, to see nothing but James's arrogance reflected in Harry's features.
But now...what was he supposed to do with this revelation?
He leaned forward, pressing his elbows against the rough surface of the desk, running shaking fingers through his greasy black hair. Images of Lily filled his mind-the vibrant emerald of her eyes, the captivating smile that always melted his heart, her infectious laughter. The thought that she'd betrayed James-a part of him-felt oddly satisfied.
His thoughts wandered reluctantly to Harry again, and Snape felt uncertainty. He supposed there was nothing he could do but see how Harry acted in his class. Whether the Boy-Who-Lived was a fool or not. Although, the 19 year old certainly didn't seem to have a problem with women.
That annoying trait honestly reminded Snape of Sirius Black...?
— Harry —
(R-18)
This part is in the PDF Version. If you don't care, then its just Harry getting "woken up" by Lyra and Lyna.
— Sona —
The first day of school...
Wasn't this house supposed to be for the academics and essentially the nerds of this magic school? Sona wondered with mild irritation.
Why, then, had three Ravenclaws already asked her out since the sorting feast? She huffed inwardly, barely suppressing her annoyance as she stared down at the trembling young man standing nervously before her. He was clearly an underclassman, probably around seventeen or eighteen, with messy brown hair and wide, hopeful eyes behind thick-rimmed glasses. He awkwardly held out a bouquet of conjured blue and silver roses, his cheeks flushed deep crimson.
"P-please, Miss Sitri," he stammered, his voice quivering as he struggled to maintain eye contact, "will you be my girlfriend?"
Sona forced herself not to roll her eyes openly. Instead, she arched an elegant eyebrow, her gaze sharp yet politely disinterested. "I'm sorry," she responded evenly, keeping her tone civil yet firm. "I'm not interested in dating right now. Besides, you're not exactly my type."
Nearby, her supposedly loyal queen Tsubaki covered her mouth with her hand, unsuccessfully hiding a soft laugh at Sona's predicament. Her violet eyes twinkled mischievously behind her glasses, clearly enjoying her master's discomfort far too much.
Just then, Tsubaki's amusement abruptly died when another student approached her from behind, clearing his throat nervously. "Excuse me, Miss Shinra," he began shyly, extending another bouquet of conjured roses toward her, his face even redder than the first boy's. "Would you do me the honor of becoming my girlfriend?"
Now it was Tsubaki's turn to sputter and flush in embarrassment, her composure slipping slightly. She glanced helplessly at Sona, who gave her a dry, triumphant smirk in return. "Sorry," Tsubaki managed to say diplomatically, regaining her composure with a small, polite smile. "I'm flattered, but I'm not looking for a relationship right now either."
The boy deflated visibly, his hopeful expression crumbling as he quickly turned and rushed away, trying not to let his tears show. Around them, other Ravenclaw students snickered quietly, amused by the constant attempts and predictable rejections.
Sona sighed softly, brushing back a strand of silky black hair behind her ear, feeling slightly guilty despite herself. The boys here were almost as relentless as the ones back in Kuoh. She glanced back at Tsubaki, who was now politely yet firmly rejecting another boy's stammering advances, her expression carefully neutral but her patience obviously wearing thin.
She preferred confident and handsome young men, watching the scene with detached amusement.
Her mind involuntarily drifted to a certain nephew of hers, whose face often surfaced in her thoughts. Yes, someone like Harry would be far more interesting and appealing.
However, she kept that particular thought strictly to herself, fully aware of the scandal it would cause if voiced aloud in a school full of humans. In the underworld, of course, no one would bat an eye. Then again, weren't a whole bunch of the purebloods in this school related to each other? Maybe she could be a bit more open in her affections for her dearest nephew then? She'd have to do some research first, she supposed...
And that mindset was definitely why she was put in Ravenclaw instead of Gryffindor like she asked that dumb dirty hat! She wanted to be with her nephew Harry.
"How many more do you think we'll have to reject before they finally give up?" Tsubaki asked, moving closer once she'd managed to deter her latest admirer. Her voice held a hint of amusement mixed with exasperation.
Sona glanced around the common room, noting the curious, hopeful eyes still occasionally darting in their direction. "Hopefully not too many," she replied dryly, crossing her arms elegantly. "Although, knowing our luck, this might become a daily occurrence..."
Tsubaki sighed dramatically, adjusting her glasses with a delicate touch. "I don't know why I expected anything different, honestly..."
Just as Sona and Tsubaki were preparing to finally leave the Ravenclaw common room, eager to escape further embarrassing propositions, a soft, dreamy voice called out gently from behind them, catching Sona's attention. Curious, she turned gracefully to face the voice, finding herself eye-to-eye with a petite blonde girl she recognized from earlier. The girl's long, messy blonde hair framed a heart-shaped face that bore a faraway yet pleasant expression. Her silvery-blue eyes gazed at Sona serenely, as if seeing things others couldn't.
"Hello," the girl said in an airy, whimsical tone. "My name is Luna Lovegood. We haven't officially met. Would you two like some company? The castle can be quite confusing at first, and people often get lost."
Sona paused, evaluating the gentle sincerity in Luna's expression. Though she didn't really need help-her memory was practically perfect-there was something genuinely endearing about Luna's dreamy mannerisms that made her nod her consent. "That sounds nice," Sona replied warmly. "Thank you, Luna."
As Luna moved closer to join them, Sona's keen hearing picked up quiet, malicious whispers from several other students nearby. Words like "Looney Lovegood" drifted to her ears, making her frown deeply. Her pink eyes narrowed into a cold, displeased glare.
Bullying was completely unacceptable, especially in HER new house! She silently promised herself that she would address that issue firmly as soon as she could. No one would harass another student under her watch!
Tsubaki watched the exchange curiously, her expression shifting subtly as she caught the whispers as well, giving her master a knowing glance. Sona gave a small nod in return-yes, they would handle this together soon.
The trio began walking toward the exit, Luna easily falling into step beside them with a gentle sway to her stride, seemingly lost in her own pleasant thoughts. The common room's murmurs gradually faded behind them, replaced by the peaceful silence of the corridor outside.
Just as they reached the end of the hallway, Luna spoke again in that casual, dreamy tone, abruptly shattering the calm. "Have either of you kissed Harry yet?" she asked conversationally, as if asking about the weather.
Sona almost tripped over her own feet, her usually graceful stride faltering badly. She reached out instinctively to steady herself against the stone wall. Tsubaki's eyes widened slightly in surprise, glancing quickly to her.
Luna continued without missing a beat, her serene expression unchanged, entirely unaffected by the stunned reaction she'd caused. "He's a very nice kisser, you know. It was my first kiss with a boy, and it was lovely-quite gentle and warm."
Sona's cheeks warmed despite her efforts to remain composed, utterly taken aback by Luna's frank, open confession. "Y-you kissed Harry?" she asked, voice faltering slightly as she tried to regain her composure.
"Oh yes," Luna affirmed, her smile gentle and innocent. "Ginny and I used to practice kissing when we were younger, but Harry was my first real kiss. It's very different with a boy, don't you think? More exciting, somehow!"
Sona struggled to suppress the flush climbing rapidly up her neck.
"...Well, Harry certainly is quite popular, isn't he?" Tsubaki remarked lightly, shooting Sona a teasing look.
"He is," Luna agreed dreamily, nodding slowly. "Though I suppose he would have to be, with looks and charm like his. It makes sense many would want to kiss him. Have you thought about it, Sona...?"
Sona sputtered slightly, her usually composed demeanor briefly slipping as heat rushed to her cheeks. She shot a piercing glare toward Tsubaki, whose amused expression had broken into a broad, teasing grin.
"Tsubaki, control yourself," Sona said through gritted teeth, smoothing her uniform in an attempt to recover her dignity. Her queen merely nodded, still biting her lip to suppress further laughter.
Luna tilted her head curiously, apparently unaware of the discomfort she had caused. Her expression was serene, innocent even, as if asking about Sona's nephew had been the most natural question in the world.
Sona quickly cleared her throat and forced a polite smile. "Why don't we talk about something else?" she suggested firmly, meeting Luna's eyes with gentle insistence. "Tell us more about Hogwarts. What are your favorite classes?"
Luna brightened visibly at the change of topic, her silvery-blue eyes gleaming with quiet excitement. "Oh, I absolutely adore Care of Magical Creatures!" she began dreamily. "It's such a fascinating class. The magical creatures here have the most wonderful secrets, you know. They're often misunderstood, just like people..." Luna sounded a bit sadder when adding that part.
"That's an interesting way to look at it," Tsubaki chimed in, obviously trying to cheer the girl back up. "Are there particular creatures you especially enjoy working with?"
"Thestrals," Luna answered immediately, her voice gentle and reverent. "They appear rather intimidating at first, but they are truly beautiful once you get to know them. They have a kindness many people overlook because they seem scary! I love feeding them."
Sona nodded thoughtfully. "I'd love to see one someday," she admitted, genuinely curious. She didn't actually know that much about magical creatures not from the underworld. "What else do you do when you're not attending class?"
Luna smiled softly, her gaze turning dreamy again. "I enjoy wandering through the Forbidden Forest or exploring hidden parts of the castle. There's always something new to discover, some hidden secret or a forgotten corridor."
"You're quite brave, exploring by yourself," Tsubaki remarked.
Luna gave a quiet laugh, the sound melodic and calming. "Not brave exactly, just curious. Though I suppose bravery helps..."
They reached the Great Hall early, the enormous room quiet except for the soft hum of magic in the air and the gentle clinking of breakfast dishes appearing on the tables. Sona paused briefly in the doorway, her sharp eyes instinctively seeking out her nephew Harry. A small, involuntary smile formed on her lips when she found him sitting comfortably at the Gryffindor table, deeply engrossed in conversation with a pretty brunette whose frizzy hair fell messily around her shoulders.
There was something undeniably charming about the way he leaned closer, giving his companion his full attention.
"That's Hermione Granger," Luna informed her in that same dreamy voice, seeming to sense exactly who had caught Sona's attention.
Sona nodded thoughtfully, recalling how Harry had exchanged numerous letters with a girl named Hermione while they had been staying in the Underworld. The vivid image of him meticulously composing messages, his brow furrowed in concentration, suddenly felt far more significant now that she could see exactly who he'd been writing to. Hermione was attractive, intelligent, and by the look on her face, clearly very fond of Harry. Sona felt a strange flutter of something she refused to name, briefly clenching her delicate fists at her sides.
Luna glanced up at her with an innocent smile, clearly perceptive despite her whimsical demeanor. "It's perfectly alright to sit with him if you want, you know," she assured her gently. "At breakfast, you can sit anywhere you'd like. It's only dinner when we're required to stick strictly to our house tables."
"Thanks for letting me know, Luna," Sona replied gratefully, relieved by Luna's supportive nature. Taking a slow, steadying breath, she squared her shoulders and led Luna and Tsubaki across the polished stone floor toward Harry's table.
She hadn't made it halfway across the hall before Harry's head turned suddenly, as though he instinctively sensed her presence approaching. The bright, welcoming smile that immediately lit up his handsome face made her heart skip a beat. She felt her cheeks warm slightly and cursed herself silently for the blush she couldn't control. Damn him for being so effortlessly charming, she thought with fond irritation.
"Good morning, Harry," she greeted warmly, taking a seat directly across from him. She glanced briefly at Hermione, nodding politely in acknowledgment. "Hello, Hermione. I'm Sona Sitri, Harry's aunt."
Hermione looked startled for a moment, clearly surprised by the introduction. She quickly recovered though, a friendly smile crossing her lips. "Oh! It's lovely to finally meet you, Sona. Harry's mentioned you quite a bit."
