George finished with a dramatic sweep of his arm. "-and those flames are history. The stairs'll be cooler than a penguin's bollocks!"
At the top of the stairs. I could hear Fleur shouting in French, cursing the lot of them, and Gabrielle just hurling more fire.
The Weasleys were soaking in the attention.
"We'll have those Veela beauties stunned in minutes!" George declared. And then he turned his head and I caught George's eye. He blanched instantly and elbowed Fred. "Oh shit," he muttered.
"I think we're buggered," Fred said, finally noticing my glare.
The rest of the crowd caught on quickly. A Hufflepuff pointed and nearly screamed, "Oi! That's Harry Sitri! If we catch him, it's thirty thousand galleons total with the two Frenchies!"
I cracked my knuckles and called on more demonic power to subtly enhance myself.
...
The students below were groaning in pain, most of them clutching bruises after that absolute brawl on the stairs. I was a bit shaky, my limbs tingling from catching so many stunners and hexes as I fought my way through, but adrenaline (and stubbornness) kept me moving.
I stumbled up the last set of steps as I tried to shake it off.
At the top, Fleur and Gabrielle-my two gorgeous Veela lovers-were waiting for me. Both of them looked like they'd just run a marathon. Their tight blue Beauxbatons robes were soaked with sweat, clinging to every curve. Fleur's pale hair was plastered to her cheeks, her chest heaving as she spun around and saw me. Gabrielle's lips were parted, her bright eyes wide with relief.
They both broke into huge grins the instant they saw me. Fleur let out a shriek of pure happiness and rushed straight at me. She flung her arms around my neck, her breasts pressing hard into my chest as she crashed her lips against mine in a feverish, desperate kiss. I barely had time to catch my breath-her mouth was hot and demanding.
"Mon heros," Fleur gasped against my lips, her French accent thick and voice trembling with emotion. "You came for us! I knew you would, Harry."
I pulled her tight, breathing in her scent. "Of course I did," I managed, panting a little. "Like I'd ever let anyone hurt you two. Even if this is just a school challenge..."
Before I could say another word, Gabrielle was there, her smaller but equally intense body pressing in. She grabbed my face with both hands, pulling me down for her own kiss-softer than Fleur's, but just as needy. She whimpered into my mouth, then broke the kiss with a giggle, her cheeks flushed. "I told Fleur you would come."
Fleur laughed breathlessly, and even through my exhaustion, I felt a fierce surge of pride and love. The three of us held each other for a second, just panting and giggling like idiots.
"We should move," I said finally, glancing over my shoulder at the mess I'd left behind. "Pretty sure I just pissed off half the school on the way up here and we still have an hour to hide..." i pointed out.
Fleur smirked up at me first, her blue eyes sparkling mischievously as she pressed her palm firmly over my bulge, fingers tracing the outline through my trousers. She leaned in close, her lips grazing my ear as she whispered, "Don't you want your reward now, Harry? You earned it." The touch made my cock twitch, growing even harder under her hand, and I couldn't help the low groan that escaped me.
Gabrielle giggled behind her sister, her own hands sliding up my bare chest, fingertips dancing over my skin. She dragged her nails down slowly, just light enough to make me shiver, then pressed a soft kiss against my jaw. "You were amazing, Harry," she purred, her voice low and sweet. "Let us show you how much we appreciate our hero..."
"I appreciate it, girls," I said, trying not to sound too breathless. "But there's still a bunch of students right down those stairs that might recover soon. And, uh... everything you're both doing is being recorded on scrying mirrors. Everyone in the Great Hall can apparently see us right now..."
Fleur froze, her hand still halfway over my jeans. Her face went crimson, eyes wide with horror. She yanked her hand back so fast you'd think she'd touched a burning stove. "Mon Dieu! Are you serious? Everyone is... watching us?"
Gabrielle squeaked, turning just as red, her hands flying to her mouth. "Pourquoi personne ne nous a dit?! Why did no one tell us this! This is so embarrassing!"
Fleur smacked my arm lightly, glaring at me and then hissing under her breath in furious French. "Harry! You let us do that? In front of everyone?" She looked like she wanted to melt into the floor.
Gabrielle started ranting in a rapid-fire mix of French and English-half mortified, half indignant. "C'est pas juste! They could have warned us! Maintenant tout le monde va penser que je suis une... oh, merde!"
I couldn't help it. I just burst out laughing at their adorable, embarrassed reactions.
Fleur groaned, muffled by my shirt. "You are impossible, Harry. I am never showing my face in that stupid Hall again."
— Serafall —
Serafall's attention was glued to the scrying mirrors floating overhead, showing a perfect view of Harry and his two beautiful French lovers, both girls absolutely mortified and blushing furiously. There was no sound coming from the mirrors, but that didn't matter. Serafall was an expert lip reader, and she could practically hear the panic in Fleur's voice as she realized half the school was watching her fondle Harry's cock on live "magical television."
Serafall was laughing her ass off at the High Table, barely able to keep from falling right out of her ornate chair. The Great Hall was alive with shocked voices.
Oh, she was going to have so much fun with this. Those two gorgeous blondes were going to be absolutely delightful to tease for years to come. Serafall licked her lips.
Next to her, Sirzechs let out a few dry chuckles, managing to keep a straight face but unable to completely hide the smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Your boy's got his hands full," he murmured.
Down the table, Madame Maxime was absolutely scandalized, ranting in rapid French about how shameless and improper her two champions were, declaring that she'd have words for them-oh, yes, very stern words. "C'est une honte! This is a disgrace! What are they thinking? In front of all of the judges and staff!" she huffed, practically turning purple with embarrassment.
The male students in the Hall, meanwhile, were almost foaming at the mouth. A crowd of Durmstrang and Hogwarts boys were pounding on the table, laughing, cheering, some cursing their rotten luck. "That Harry Sitri is a bloody legend!" one Gryffindor shouted.
Another, half-mad with jealousy, groaned, "Can't those damn mirrors zoom in just a bit more?!"
The rest of the tournament's first task wound down with far less excitement than the spectacle Serafall had just witnessed. As she'd fully expected of her brilliant little sister, Sona had holed up deep in the dungeons and held her ground, fending off every last desperate idiot who tried to get to her. It amused Serafall to no end to watch the scrying mirrors replay scenes of Sona's calculated defenses-frost runes, blinding smoke, fire traps-while the other champions got picked off like flies.
Harry, meanwhile, had disappeared entirely, dragging his two French beauties off to a quiet, hidden alcove on the seventh floor where not a single soul was able to find them for an hour. They knew they were still on "camera" though so they didn't get handsy again.
Lame...
In the end, all the champions except the Durmstrang idiots had managed to survive. Someone eventually stumbled over that unconscious Viktor Krum, still slumped in the hallway where Harry had dropped him like a sack of potatoes.
Serafall hadn't forgotten about Krum...
Someone had tried to use Krum as a disposable assassin against her precious son. That was not going to go unpunished. She'd be having a word with Dumbledore soon-preferably one involving threats and maybe a little magical torture once they have a suspect.
But tonight was for celebrating. Sona-tan and Harry-kun both had their victories and would be busy enjoying themselves. Let the political fallout wait for the morning.
Serafall and Sirzechs had no intention of getting bogged down either. As soon as the cheers erupted in the Hall, and everyone's attention was distracted, Serafall grabbed Sirzechs' hand, gave the crowd one last theatrical wink, and together they slipped away. A flick of magic, a flash of blue light, and they teleported straight back to the Underworld.
Serafall plopped her fantastic ass down onto the plush velvet couch in her private office, giving an exaggerated sigh of satisfaction as she stretched out luxuriously.
She flashed Sirzechs a grin and conjured a cocktail glass from thin air, swirling it as she channeled a bit of demonic magic. The drink sparkled with edible glitter, glowing pink and gold. It was her signature 'magical girl' cocktail. 90% alcohol and would kill most humans-barely got her tipsy.
She took a greedy sip and let herself melt into the couch, legs draped over the armrest.
"So," she said, raising her glass, "what did you think of Hogwarts? Honestly, that human magical school has really been growing on me." Her eyes danced with glee as she thought back to all the chaos and barely-restrained violence of the evening.
And that was only the first task! There was going to be so much more fun!
Sirzechs poured himself a dark, smoky whiskey with a wave of his hand. "It was chaotic. Completely insane. And, if I'm honest, it looked like a hell of a lot of fun," he admitted, relaxing for the first time all night. "If Rias-tan saw this mess, she'd beg to transfer out of her stuffy Japanese academy. Hogwarts is an absolute circus compared to Kuoh. I think she'd love it..." he admitted.
Serafall watched Sirzechs carefully, swirling her glittery cocktail and waiting for him to finally spit out whatever was gnawing at him. He didn't keep her waiting long. After downing a heroic gulp of whiskey, Sirzechs slumped back and met her eyes, looking suddenly far too much like a worried big brother instead of the so-called most powerful devil in existence.
"I really need to get my sister away from Riser," he muttered, his voice low and desperate. "If I don't, she might do something...extreme. And honestly, I can't blame her. That flaming chicken isn't worthy of her."
Serafall sighed in sympathy and took a long, thoughtful drink. Nobody wanted that outcome-least of all Sirzechs. Rias was precious to him, just like Sona and Harry-kun were to Serafall.
She knew exactly what Sirzechs was angling for. Pairing Harry with Rias.
Serafall was sure she didn't want to share Harry-kun with any other pureblood devils! Except for So-tan, of course.
Anyone else felt... complicated.
There was also the messy, fiery problem of the Phenex family. Those arrogant, money grubbing bastards would absolutely lose their shit if the Maou tried to interfere with their arranged match. In fact, the very thought of Sirzechs and Serafall joining forces to engage Harry and Rias to each other would set off a scandal in the Underworld like nothing seen in centuries.
Especially with Harry as a half-devil. Still, as Maou, they had the authority. They could make it happen if they really wanted to, and damn the political fallout. At the end of the non-existent days in the Underworld, power was everything. And the four Maou held ALL the power.
Serafall bit her lip. "Alright then... Fine," she whined. "Let's talk husband prices..."
Sirzechs let out a dry, almost relieved laugh. "Is that even a thing? Isn't it usually bride prices?"
"Not anymore it's not!"
— Rita Skeeter —
Sneaking in and out of Hogwarts was laughably easy for Rita Skeeter. Especially as a secret Animagus. There was simply no protection against insects. No matter how many times Dumbledore liked to bluster about Hogwarts being the safest place in the Wizarding World, he'd never bothered with wards that could keep out animals or bugs.
Sometimes Rita almost felt tempted to warn the old coot about his oversight. But where would be the fun in that? If she couldn't flit about as she pleased, she'd never get half the scoops that had made her the Daily Prophet's most infamous reporter!
And tonight? Oh, she'd got a scoop so massive it would send shockwaves through every magical home in Britain and probably far beyond.
At the Daily Prophet headquarters, chaos reigned. The staff room was packed, quills scratching, paper flying, magical cameras flashing as frantic editors barked orders:
"No, you idiot! Run that headline. The Boy-who-lived-TWICE!"
"The picture, give me the picture! Where's the one where he swats the Killing Curse?"
"We need a sidebar on Dumbledore. Get me a quote!"
"HOW am I supposed to get a quote this late!?"
"We need more paper! We need to print more copies!"
"Check the international wire. America will want this before sunrise and they are hours ahead of us!"
No one was going to care that Harry Sitri wasn't the son of James Potter anymore. That was now, literally, yesterday's news.
The Prophet's editors had nearly shit themselves when she showed them the footage she got sneakily. Quidditch champion Viktor Krum under the influence of the Imperious curse. Someone tried to use him to kill Harry Sitri.
And the very handsome young wizard just went and slapped the Killing curse aside like it was nothing. He did it wandlessly, with his bare hand.
Yeah, ICW countries were about to lose their minds when they saw tomorrow's headlines. The only downside to tonight was that Rita couldn't get a "more personal" interview with the soon to be even more famous champion.
But she would. She never fails to get any personal scoop after all.
— Harry —
I flopped down into one of the old armchairs in the Gryffindor common room. The rest of the House was still buzzing, voices bouncing off the stone walls as everyone rehashed the first task.
It was crazy. Half the school wanted to shake my hand, the other half glared at me like I'd just ruined their shot at the prize money. I honestly didn't give a shit.
We just came back from the Great Hall where the judges gave us our scores.
Sona and I both got perfect marks-ten out of ten. Sona looked smug as hell about it, but she earned it. She'd basically turned the dungeons into her own personal warzone and made everyone who came after her regret it.
I was bummed that I missed out on seeing all of that.
Fleur and Gabrielle both ended up with matching scores of eight. They lost a couple of points because I'd had to storm the stairwell and fight my way up to save them.
