I chuckled softly feeling slightly breathless. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."
"Oh I certainly did," she whispered, leaning up to briefly nip playfully at my lower lip. "In fact we should do this far more often.She paused for a second. "...If you're okay with that..." Serafall murmured softly, her voice unexpectedly hesitant. Her gaze drifted downward, breaking our eye contact for just a second. Her fingers tightened nervously against my robes. "I know we've never really talked about... THIS," she continued, looking back up at me uncertainly.
I raised an eyebrow, smiling faintly as I brushed my thumb gently across her flushed cheek. "Is there anything we really need to talk about?" I asked honestly.
Serafall's expression shifted immediately, relief and joy brightening her features. She shook her head. "You're right," she whispered, her lips curving into a warm, playful smile. "Talking is dumb. Actions speak way louder than words!"
Without another moment of hesitation, she stood up onto her tiptoes and pressed her lips to mine once more. This time her kiss was different-it burned fiercely with open passion. Her mouth was warm and eager against mine as she deepened the kiss hungrily. Her tongue lightly traced my lower lip, coaxing me to respond.
I groaned softly, immediately sliding my hands down her slender back and gripping her hips, pulling her firmly against me. She melted easily into my embrace, molding her body tightly to mine. Her softness pressed deliciously against my chest as she wrapped her arms around my neck, drawing me closer and deepening our kiss even further.
I felt her heart racing in time with mine, our breathing growing heavier as the kiss became more intense. Serafall's gentle fingers threaded into my hair, tugging softly, pulling me even tighter against her. Her body trembled slightly in my arms, not from nerves this time-but from excitement and barely controlled desire.
After a long, heated moment, Serafall finally pulled back just enough to look up into my eyes again. Her lips were swollen from our kiss, her breath coming out in soft pants. The smile she gave me was equal parts mischievous and affectionate.
"Mmm," she purred contentedly, brushing her thumb along my jawline. "Yes, much better than talking."
I laughed softly, my own breathing still a bit ragged. "I have to agree completely."
"Grrrrrrr..."
Mum and I turned around at the low, threatening growl echoing through the forest clearing behind us.
A hulking figure staggered slowly out of the darkened tree line. Its matted, shaggy fur stood upright, marred by numerous vicious-looking scars. Yellow, feral eyes glowed fiercely beneath the pale moonlight as drool dripped steadily from a mouth filled with jagged, razor-sharp fangs.
The massive werewolf snarled deeply, its gaze locked onto the two of us. It stared as if deciding which of us would be tastier.
Damn, that was one ugly doggo...
"Oh my goodness!" Serafall squealed suddenly beside me. "Aww, aren't you just the cutest little puppy ever!"
I shot her an incredulous glance before expanding my devilish senses carefully. Something about the beast felt familiar, despite its current deranged state.
I focused harder and recognition dawned on me almost instantly. "Professor Lupin?" I asked out loud.
Instead of responding, the werewolf snarled louder, baring its fangs aggressively. It obviously didn't recognize me or care who I was. I thought werewolves, especially Lupin working at Hogwarts, had some kind of special Wolfsbane Potion regimen. That potion was supposed to let him keep his sanity under the full moon.
Either Professor Lupin forgot to take it, or the potion was brewed badly. Probably the latter-because he usually struck me as a pretty stand-up guy. But right now, Lupin's humanity was nowhere to be found. He looked completely feral.
"GRAAWRRR!" Lupin howled suddenly, rearing up on powerful hind legs. With astonishing speed, he bolted towards us in a blur of muscle and fur.
I tensed up, instinctively reaching for my own magic, but before I could even blink, my mum stepped in front of me.
She stood there calmly, a gentle smile still playing across her lips. Why should she worry? She was Serafall fucking Leviathan...
The werewolf lunged at her, leaping easily twenty feet through the air, claws outstretched and fangs aimed straight for her slender neck. A fierce snarl echoed from his throat as he descended on her rapidly.
Without any apparent effort, Serafall calmly raised her right hand and caught Lupin by the throat mid-air. Her grip was gentle yet completely immovable, halting the beast instantly.
Lupin struggled violently, snarling and thrashing in her grasp. He swiped repeatedly with huge claws, desperately trying to tear into her, but each strike harmlessly slid off her skin and clothing as though he were attacking solid diamond. His claws were literally chipping trying to break her impenetrable skin.
"Bad doggy!" Serafall scolded lightly, shaking her head disapprovingly. "That is not how we behave!"
Mum pulled out a small plastic spray bottle filled with water-where on earth had she hidden that?
She squirted Lupin right in his snarling face.
"Bad doggy! No bite!" she chided playfully, continuing to spray the now utterly baffled werewolf. Lupin flinched away, blinking rapidly, and growled angrily but seemed more confused every time she quirted him.
"Mum...really?" I asked incredulously, staring at the hilarious scene unfolding in front of me.
"What?" She looked over her shoulder at me, feigning innocence while continuing to discipline my werewolf teacher.
— Pettegrew —
Hidden among the tangled roots and dense shadows of the Forbidden Forest, a small rat watched the unbelievable scene unfold before its beady, furious eyes. It squeaked irritably, its tiny whiskers quivering in frustration.
'What the fuck is this nonsense?' Peter Pettigrew thought angrily, his rat form trembling slightly from suppressed rage. 'This is complete bullshit! How hard can it possibly be to kill Harry fucking Sitri?'
He'd already watched Viktor Krum fail spectacularly-somehow the damned boy-who-lived had survived the Killing Curse a second time! That alone convinced Peter that Harry Sitri must possess some absurd magical resistance. Pettigrew scurried slightly to the side, repositioning himself for a clearer view, his small claws scratching nervously at the dirt beneath him.
If magic wasn't going to do the trick, then clearly he needed a different approach. A physical one.
Which is precisely why tonight should have been foolproof!
Peter's newest slave, the obedient and easily manipulated Dean Thomas, had done exactly as ordered. He'd snuck into Professor Lupin's office earlier in the day and replaced the Wolfsbane potion with a worthless placebo, ensuring the werewolf professor would lose all semblance of his human mind when the full moon rose.
To seal the deal, Peter had even left an anonymous note on Lupin's desk-scribbled hastily but convincingly: Harry Sitri in danger, Forbidden Forest, hurry!
Just as expected, Lupin had run off heroically to save Lily Evans's precious son.
Everything should've gone perfectly, dammit.
Yet now, instead of being torn apart, Harry stood perfectly safe, shielded by the ridiculously powerful woman. Pettigrew's heart skipped anxiously as he watched her handle the raging werewolf as if it were a harmless puppy. The ease with which she caught and held the snarling beast by its throat was utterly terrifying-and admittedly arousing.
He'd never seen anyone-witch or wizard-manhandle a fully transformed werewolf so effortlessly. No one except the dark lord himself!
Pettigrew felt a sudden chill of paranoia twist his stomach.
Was this woman working with Sirius Black too? he thought frantically. Yes, that must've been it! She had to be Sirius's lover or something, coming to Hogwarts specifically to hunt him down!
'Well, fuck that.' Peter wasn't about to let those bastards corner him again! He'd kill every last one of them if he had to!
But suddenly, a horribly familiar sound reached his sensitive ears.
"WOOF! WOOF! WOOF!"
BARKING-echoed through the forest from the direction of Hagrid's hut.
Pettigrew froze, feeling pure terror surge through his tiny body. Sirius. That mangy mutt had found them and was closing in fast!
'Fuck!' Pettigrew mentally cursed. Immediately, he turned and bolted through the undergrowth, tiny paws scrambling desperately across the dirt. Survival was the only thing that mattered now, he had to scurry away before Sirius Black sniffed him out.
He'd have his revenge later-somehow. For now, he just needed to escape with his life!
— Serafall —
The snarling wolf continued struggling ferociously in Serafall's delicate-looking grip, its muscles bulging with the sheer effort of escape.
Serafall watched calmly, a bright, amused smile never leaving her lips. She found the creature utterly adorable despite its aggressive intentions. After about a minute of fruitless thrashing, the werewolf's snarls softened into frustrated growls, eventually giving way to a pitiful whimpering whine as its resistance drained completely.
"Haha, victory is mine!" Serafall cheered gleefully, her blue eyes sparkling triumphantly. Gently, she released her hold on the werewolf, letting the large creature slump unceremoniously to the forest floor with a defeated grunt.
The wolf lay there, panting quietly, its tail curled submissively between its legs. Serafall crouched down beside it and began gently patting its head, scratching lightly behind its tattered ears. "That's a good boy," she cooed warmly, watching as its tense posture gradually relaxed under her affectionate touch.
With a quick snap of her fingers, Serafall reached into her magical pocket dimension and cheerfully pulled out a massive, raw dragon steak! She waved it enticingly in front of the werewolf's snout. Immediately, the creature's eyes widened hungrily, and its ears perked up with renewed excitement.
"Here you go, sweetie!" Serafall said, giggling softly as she fed the steak to the werewolf, who eagerly tore into it with enthusiastic bites. Its once-threatening tail now wagged happily in the dirt, spraying little flecks of leaves and twigs in every direction.
Harry cleared his throat awkwardly, giving her a deadpan look. "Mum...why exactly do you randomly have raw dragon steaks on you?"
"For situations exactly like this, silly!" Serafall replied with a playful wink.
However, before she could tease Harry any further, Serafall tilted her head thoughtfully. She sensed the subtle magical presence of the wizard who had been hiding in the shadows. Now that wizard was clearly trying to make a quick escape, scurrying away through the thick underbrush. Serafall narrowed her eyes slightly, wondering if this fleeing wizard was responsible for the sudden werewolf attack?
She began lifting her hand, intending to telekinetically seize and bring back the escaping spy, when suddenly another presence approached quickly through the trees. Her attention instantly shifted as a large black dog burst into the clearing, barking urgently and looking around with unmistakable worry and surprise.
"Oh my! Aren't you another adorable puppy?" Serafall squealed happily, instantly distracted.
The dog glanced between her, Harry, and the steak-munching werewolf, eyes wide and filled with distinctly human emotions. Like surprise and confusion at the same time!
Serafall didn't need more than a second to understand why-this was clearly no ordinary dog. It was another wizard transformed into animal form! Obviously, these types of wizards were a lot less rare than she was led to believe. She wondered if Harry could turn into an adorable animal as well since he was a half devil?
"And who might you be, cutie?" Serafall asked cheerfully, crouching down again to ruffle the big black dog's soft fur affectionately, scratching right between his ears.
"Mum, that's a stray dog that Professor Hagrid rescued recently. He's harmless."
Serafall laughed softly, giving Harry a knowing glance. "Hmm, a stray, huh?" she repeated playfully, raising a teasing eyebrow at her son.
She gently scratched under the dog's chin, causing the creature to wag his tail hesitantly despite its lingering caution. Serafall sighed internally, amused at how easily Harry had accepted such an obvious cover. Clearly, she thought with mild exasperation, she would soon need to give her dear son a thorough lesson in distinguishing the magical auras between animals and humans.
But for now, she was able to sense that this dog-man had come to them to help. He was obviously a "good boy" unlike that other wizard, so she would keep his secret for now. Actually, now that she thinks about it, didn't she already get a report about this dog from Lyra and Lyna a couple days ago?
Ugh, all that endless paperwork always seems to blend together...
And now she was going to have to go back to the underworld to play catch-up on the few hours she missed already. Behe-chan was a slave driver...
— Narcissa —
What the hell had happened to her son?
She stepped through the doors of Hogwarts' infirmary alongside Lucius. Draco had been ignoring her husband's letters for days. They wanted to know why.
She immediately spotted her son propped up against several pillows on a bed near the back, looking pale, miserable, and-strangely small. Her heart skipped painfully at the sight.
"Draco!" she called sharply, striding rapidly toward him, Lucius following close behind.
Draco visibly winced at the sound of her voice, quickly pulling the blankets higher over himself. He squirmed uncomfortably, his normally proud expression replaced by something she never thought she'd see on her son's face-pure shame.
"M-Mother?" Draco squeaked, voice higher pitched and thinner than she had ever heard it. Why did he sound like that? Her eyes narrowed slightly as confusion and concern washed over her.
"Why have you not been answering MY letters, Draco?" Lucius demanded coldly, towering over their son with barely restrained impatience. "We were forced to come all the way here to see what nonsense has been occupying your time!"
Draco's eyes darted nervously from Lucius to her, something was terribly wrong.
"Draco," she said, softening my voice gently as I stepped closer to him, reaching out to touch his hand. "Tell us what happened. Are you ill?"
Draco flinched at her touch and avoided her gaze, mumbling something too low for her to understand. She leaned in closer, gripping his chin firmly and tilting his face upward, forcing him to meet her eyes. "Speak clearly, Draco."
