"Um, excuse me, Miss Sona, you're Harry Sitri's aunt, aren't you?" she asked timidly.
"That's right," Sona confirmed coolly, raising a questioning eyebrow as she wondered where this was heading.
The girl fidgeted slightly, avoiding Sona's intense gaze before finally gathering her courage. "Is it true that Harry's real father is Sirius Black?"
Sona's jaw nearly dropped at the sheer absurdity of the question. "Absolutely not!" she snapped bluntly, shaking her head sharply. "Harry doesn't have a father at all. My older sister Serafall sired him with Lily Evans."
"Oh," the girl replied, relief evident on her face as she nodded eagerly alongside her friends. "That actually makes much more sense."
"Why on earth would you even ask something so ridiculous in the first place?"
The girl looked uncomfortable, glancing around for support before one of her friends spoke up bravely. "Well, it's that Gryffindor boy Ron Weasley, and a bunch of his friends. They've been spreading that rumor all morning. They say Draco Malfoy started it first, but they're making sure everyone hears it. Honestly, we all thought it was nonsense, just jealous guys acting out. Obviously, because no girls are going to want to date either of them."
"They're obviously just bitter and jealous. We were going to spread the word that it's all nonsense anyway!" Another girl added. "By dinnertime, both of their reputations will be ruined, because they're obviously liars!"
If there was one thing in this world that moved faster than light speed, it was the gossiping of schoolgirls.
"I'd deeply appreciate that," Sona responded gratefully.
Her gaze hardened as it shifted across the bustling Great Hall, zeroing in on the redheaded Gryffindor with a rat perched on his shoulder. Her expression darkened further, a fierce protectiveness rising sharply within her. She had no idea why that filthy troublemaker was determined to slander her beloved nephew with such vile rumors, but she was absolutely certain of one thing. Ron Weasley was going to regret spreading his hateful lies.
Sona would personally see to it.
Sona had been so utterly distracted by the ridiculous gossip and her growing irritation at the rumors being spread about Harry, that she didn't notice the familiar, exuberant presence quickly approaching her from behind.
Not until her queen Tsubaki suddenly let out a startled squeak and quickly dove out the way!
Before Sona could react, a sudden force collided into her, sending her sprawling backward off the bench. She gasped in surprise, her arms flailing instinctively as she fell onto something impossibly soft and bouncy. Her face was immediately smothered by a pair of warm, ample breasts, leaving her momentarily stunned and breathless.
"So-Tan! My adorable little sister!" a cheerful, unmistakable voice cried happily, wrapping enthusiastic arms around Sona in a crushingly affectionate embrace.
Sona sighed deeply, her annoyance mingling with resigned fondness as she recognized the voice of her older sister, Serafall. She squirmed slightly beneath her sibling's overly enthusiastic hug, her cheeks flushing bright red from embarrassment and mild frustration. "Serafall, honestly! Must you always make such an entrance?" Sona muttered, her voice muffled by the warm softness of her sister's chest. She pushed gently but firmly at Serafall's shoulders, trying to regain at least a small bit of dignity.
Ignoring her sister's protests completely, Serafall simply squeezed tighter. "I missed you soooo much, So-Tan! I just had to come and see how my precious little sister was doing at her new school Hogwarts!" she exclaimed loudly, attracting curious stares from nearby students who had stopped eating to watch the scene unfold with wide eyes and amused grins.
Sona already knew that so many weird rumors were about to start up because of this moment!
Finally managing to extract herself from the hug, Sona sat up, straightening her glasses and smoothing her slightly ruffled hair. She shot her sister a mildly exasperated glare, though it softened quickly at the sight of Serafall's earnest and eager expression. "Did you really have to tackle me in the middle of lunch?" Sona scolded lightly, adjusting her robes and trying to regain her composure as Tsubaki chuckled quietly beside her.
"Absolutely!" Serafall declared with an enthusiastic nod, completely unfazed by Sona's embarrassment. "I'm sorry I wasn't here for your first day-believe me, it broke my heart! But I made sure to come today to surprise you. Aren't you super proud of your big sister, coming all the way here just to check on her favorite little sister on her second day of school!?" Her head then rapidly darted around. "And where's Harry? I don't see him anywhere."
— Hermione —
Harry and Hermione were skipping lunch.
Hermione's breath came in short, shallow gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly as Harry pressed her firmly against the broom closet wall. The rough texture scraped lightly against her back, making her even more aware of how exposed she was. Harry's mouth was hot and insistent, tracing fiery kisses along her neck, teeth grazing gently against her sensitive skin, sending electric shivers down her spine.
Her eyes fluttered closed, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly as his fingers traced slow, deliberate circles around her bare nipples. Each teasing pinch and gentle tug sent sharp jolts of pleasure straight down to her navel, making her whimper softly.
"Harry," she gasped softly, arching her back slightly to press her breasts harder into his hands. Hermione felt utterly consumed by the sensations, her entire body aflame with excitement and need. Harry moved one hand slowly downward, trailing fingertips along her waist, making her shudder at the tantalizing touch. His lips returned to hers, capturing them in a deep, heated kiss, tongues dancing together urgently.
She pressed her body closer, feeling the unmistakable hardness pressing insistently against her thigh through his trousers. Hermione shifted her hips instinctively, rubbing gently against him, eliciting a throaty groan from Harry. His hands tightened around her waist, fingers digging gently into her soft skin as he pressed his body even closer, deepening their embrace.
Panting softly, Hermione reluctantly broke the kiss, looking up into Harry's intense, lust-filled gaze. His darkened eyes held hers with a hunger that made her entire body tremble in anticipation. She leaned in again, kissing him deeply once more, her hands exploring the toned muscles of his chest and abdomen.
Harry suddenly broke the passionate kiss with Hermione, pulling away sharply, his eyes wide with sudden alertness! "Uh-oh, when did SHE get here!? I didn't even sense her till just now!"
Hermione's heart skipped a beat as she watched his startled expression, feeling a quick wave of anxiety sweep over her. She opened her mouth to ask him what was wrong, but before she could form the words, the unmistakable sound of loud footsteps echoed from the other side of the door.
She quickly glanced at Harry, trying to reassure herself. "It's alright," she whispered softly, "I put the strongest locking charm I know on it. No one's getting through-"
CRACK!
Her words were abruptly cut off by an explosive cracking noise. Both of them jumped in shock as the heavy door was violently ripped completely off its hinges, sending splinters and debris flying everywhere in the hallway. Hermione didn't have time to cover herself or her topless chest, when a dazzling figure burst into the closet with them.
"Harry, there you are!" a vibrant, cheerful voice rang out, loud and unapologetic. Hermione stared wide-eyed as Lady Serafall Leviathan was right there with the two of them.
Before either Hermione or Harry could react, the woman lunged forward enthusiastically, pulling both of them into a tight, crushing hug. Hermione gasped as her face was pressed firmly into the soft, overwhelming warmth of the woman's enormous chest, feeling her cheeks flush bright red.
Was this really happening right now!?
"I've missed you so much, Harry! And hi, Hermione!" the woman declared joyfully, squeezing them even tighter. "You both looked like you were having fun!"
Hermione's mind spun, her embarrassment quickly mixing with disbelief and bewilderment. They were having fun, but now she was freaking mortified!
She can't believe they got caught by Harry's mom! What was Serafall even doing at Hogwarts!?
Serafall simply laughed brightly, the sound echoing cheerfully down the hallway, completely oblivious to Hermione's profound embarrassment. Without any hesitation, she grabbed Hermione's and Harry's wrists and began dragging them enthusiastically out of the broom closet..
"Come on, you two!" Serafall said joyfully, her voice bubbly and carefree. "I can't stay very long, but we have to have lunch together! My adorable So-tan is already waiting for us back in the Great Hall!"
"That sounds great, Mom, honestly," Harry said earnestly, giving Hermione a sheepish, apologetic smile as he stumbled slightly beside her, struggling to keep up with his energetic mother. His eyes briefly flickered down to Hermione's still-bare chest, cheeks flushing slightly as he quickly turned back to Serafall. "But, um, could you please let my girlfriend put her shirt back on first? I'd rather not have the entire school seeing her half-naked."
Serafall paused abruptly, glancing back at Hermione with playful interest. Her eyes dropped deliberately to Hermione's exposed chest, lingering appreciatively before meeting her embarrassed gaze again with a mischievous grin. "Very nice indeed," she declared openly, nodding her approval. "No wonder my son is so fond of you!"
Hermione's face burned intensely, embarrassment flooding her body. Yet, despite herself, a strange sense of pride surged within her. As a dedicated devil worshipper, receiving such explicit praise from a powerful Maou like Serafall was undeniably flattering. Struggling to find her voice through her embarrassment, Hermione shyly but sincerely murmured, "Thank you, Lady Serafall..." Quickly tugging her shirt back on and straightening herself out, Hermione finally managed to regain some composure. Still flustered, she curiously asked, "What exactly are you doing at Hogwarts, anyway? And are you even allowed to just casually have lunch with us like this?"
Serafall giggled mischievously, placing one elegant finger playfully against her lips. "Tehe, of course I am! I just donated ten million more Galleons to your school!" she announced proudly, eyes sparkling with sheer delight at their astonished reactions. "Headmaster Dumbledore was so grateful, he gave me a free pass to visit whenever I want for the next couple of years! Isn't that super amazingly wonderful!?"
— ??? —
Later that night, the dim light of a solitary candle cast flickering shadows across the second-floor girls' bathroom. The room was silent, empty of life, except for a cloaked figure that stood motionless, clutching a worn, black diary tightly in their hands. The figure paused briefly, carefully listening to make sure they hadn't been followed.
Satisfied they were alone, they stepped forward toward a specific sink, whispering a soft, hissing word in Parseltongue. With a deep grinding noise, the sink slowly slid aside, revealing a dark, yawning opening beneath.
Without hesitation, the figure stepped forward, descending carefully into the hidden passageway below.
The passageway was damp and cold, filled with stale air that stung their nostrils and made breathing difficult. The figure moved silently yet swiftly, their footsteps muffled by the thick layer of grime and mud on the tunnel's floor. Around them lay scattered piles of bones, long-dead creatures that had ventured too far into this secretive realm, now forever entombed in the darkness.
The air grew colder and heavier with each step, thick with the pungent smell of decay and ancient, forgotten magic. Yet the figure pressed forward confidently, guided by a single purpose.
Finally reaching the end of the tunnel, the figure stood before an immense, stone door intricately carved with serpentine patterns. They paused, raising their hooded head slightly, before whispering another string of hissing words into the oppressive silence.
The stone door responded immediately, rumbling open with a sound like rolling thunder, revealing the dark grandeur of the Chamber of Secrets. Torches flared suddenly to life, casting eerie, flickering shadows over massive stone pillars carved into coiled serpents, and a towering statue of a severe-faced wizard whose cold, penetrating gaze seemed to judge all who entered.
"Master, you have returned!" a voice hissed eagerly, echoing from the shadows.
"Yes," they replied softly, their voice calm and filled with quiet confidence. "I've come back to finish what I started. This year is going to be glorious! We get to spread terror and fear against the mudbloods of not just Hogwarts, but two other magical schools that are soon to send their students here! And not just that, but this year Hogwarts has gained a new student, a young man who has greatly robbed me of my glory and done irrevocable damage to my great cause! I want him to suffer."
"Tell me this young man's name, Master, and I promise you I'll kill him~"
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chapter 13
Chapter 13 (~11000 words):
— Harry —
For some strange reason, all classes had been canceled today. It felt pretty odd since we were only three days into the school year, but I wasn't about to complain. Any chance to relax and have some fun sounded perfect to me.
After breakfast, before anyone else had the chance to get my attention, Ginny Weasley and Luna Lovegood hurried over, both of them smiling brightly.
Ginny's fiery red hair spilled loosely over her shoulders, drawing attention straight down to the snug-fitting shirt that left absolutely no doubt about her perky chest. It hugged her athletic body in all the right places, emphasizing her slim waist and firm curves in an almost provocative way. Her tight jeans clung so closely to her hips and thighs that it was impossible not to notice just how perfectly shaped she was beneath. Her lips formed a playful smirk as she confidently stood in front of me.
Beside her, Luna appeared with her usual dreamy expression, wearing a loose yet thin summer dress that didn't bother hiding much. The fabric flowed gently around her petite figure, making it plainly obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath, her nipples subtly visible beneath the sheer material. Her gaze wandered casually into the distance, apparently oblivious to the tantalizing way the dress accentuated every soft curve and outline of her slender body.
