From beside us, I heard a distinctly sarcastic voice speak up. "Oh no, 'ow terrible zat you 'ave to leave so soon," Fleur muttered dryly. When I glanced over at the two Veela sisters, I instantly noticed the jealousy radiating from them both. Fleur's blue eyes glittered with irritation, while Gabrielle's pretty face was flushed pink, her lips slightly parted as she watched us with barely-concealed envy.
I could already tell I was going to be spending the rest of today-probably well into tonight-making it up to them. Not that I minded, of course; judging by the heated way they were looking at me, I suspected they'd enjoy every second of my apology.
Noticing their glares, Serafall giggled lightly, clearly amused by the sisters' reactions. With a mischievous sparkle in her deep blue eyes, she tilted her head back to whisper teasingly into my ear, "Hmm~ Your adorable Veela lovers look awfully jealous, Harry. You'd better take good care of them after Mommy leaves, okay?"
"Don't worry, Mother," I assured her dryly, unable to suppress a small grin at her blatant teasing. "I fully intend to."
Serafall chuckled again, clearly pleased with herself. After a moment, I recalled something important I'd meant to ask her earlier, before we'd become distracted. Clearing my throat, I spoke again. "Mother... Before you go, there's something I'm still curious about. How exactly did I even end up with this Sacred Gear? I mean-why me specifically?"
She shifted slightly in my lap, gracefully turning her head to look back at me, a casual shrug lifting her shoulders. "You probably just inherited it, sweetheart. After all, you're almost certainly a direct descendant of Merlin himself," she said nonchalantly, as if discussing the weather.
My eyebrows rose sharply at her words. "Wait-descended from Merlin? Isn't that... kind of a big deal?"
Serafall's laughter rang out again, melodic and bright. She gently shook her head, clearly entertained by my reaction. "Oh, sweetie, remember what I just told you? Merlin was a complete horndog! He probably had sex with thousands of women-witches, humans, supernaturals, it didn't matter. Honestly, he probably fathered even more children than Genghis Khan himself," she explained breezily. She reached back and gently stroked my cheek with her slender fingers, smiling warmly at my stunned expression. "Frankly, I'd be shocked if there was a single wizard or witch alive in Britain today who wasn't at least partially descended from Merlin."
My enthusiasm dimmed slightly at hearing that, and I couldn't suppress a faint sigh. "Ah... so basically, I'm not quite as special as I thought, huh?"
Serafall leaned back even further into my chest, her smile softening affectionately. "Oh, my dear Harry, you are very special," she murmured warmly, her voice tender and genuine. "Don't worry about how many people share Merlin's lineage. The fact remains, you're the one who inherited his masterpiece-the Magnum Opus Sacred Gear. That alone makes you unique."
She tilted her head up, and I found myself automatically leaning down to meet her lips in a gentle, lingering kiss. When we finally parted, she whispered softly, "Now, as much as I'd love to stay here and continue to enjoy your wonderful company, duty calls."
She gracefully rose from my lap, adjusting the skimpy Gryffindor skirt back into place with a playful wink. Both Fleur and Gabrielle watched silently, clearly relieved that she was finally leaving.
"Bye-bye, girls!" Serafall chirped cheerfully, waving at them with exaggerated sweetness. "Take good care of my son now, okay~?"
Fleur forced a polite smile onto her beautiful face, though it was obviously strained. "Of course we will, Madam Leviathan," she answered tersely.
Gabrielle just nodded vigorously, clearly eager for Serafall to finally leave.
Serafall turned her radiant smile back toward me one last time, blowing me a teasing kiss. "See you soon, Harry~! I have to go say hi to So-tan before I leave though!"
And with a final playful wink, my incredibly gorgeous mother started racing off back up towards the school, leaving me alone by the lakeshore with two very beautiful, very possessive, and clearly very needy Veela sisters...
They pretty much immediately dragged me towards their shared room in the Beauxbaton's carriage.
...
Dinner that night was interesting to say the least.
I would have expected the Great Hall's conversation that evening to revolve entirely around the twenty Dementors that had nearly stormed Hogwarts' grounds earlier. I mean, twenty literal demons-soul-devouring abominations straight out of nightmare-had come to devour students, teachers, and Aurors alike.
But no. This was Hogwarts, and I quickly remembered the universal truth of this school. The students here were horny creatures first, rational beings second. Tonight, the tastiest gossip at Hogwarts was me-more precisely, Fleur and Gabrielle's fuck-silly expressions as they openly clung to me at the Gryffindor table.
They both had that unmistakable look of pure post-sex satisfaction. It wasn't subtle. Fleur's cheeks carried the unmistakable flush of prolonged pleasure, eyes half-lidded and dreamy, a soft, lazy smile gracing her full lips.
Gabrielle was even less subtle. She pressed herself shamelessly against my right side, a blissful, barely-there smile on her pretty lips, head resting comfortably on my shoulder as though she didn't have a single care in the world.
Of course, my tablemates-especially the Gryffindor girls-were happily gossiping about it.
Also joining us at the table tonight were Rias and Akeno. Rias had gone off soon after the attack to go and get healing from her queen. Of course healing for devils involved cuddling in bed together naked. Too bad I didn't know yet the finer details beyond that or I would have volunteered myself. Her hand was no longer scorched red though.
Rias watched Fleur and Gabrielle's obvious clinginess with mild amusement mixed with genuine curiosity.
"You must have really done a number on those two, Harry," she murmured softly, blue eyes glancing pointedly at Fleur and Gabrielle's blissfully relaxed faces. "They look like you broke them completely."
I chuckled softly, meeting her gaze with playful confidence. "Just doing my best to make sure they're happy," I replied smoothly, allowing my fingers to slide gently along Fleur's bare arm, causing the older Veela to shiver contentedly and lean closer. Gabrielle hummed softly at my side, snuggling even more firmly into me.
"Ara, ara," Akeno purred teasingly, her gaze openly appreciative as she scanned Fleur and Gabrielle's thoroughly satisfied expressions. "You certainly know how to make other women jealous, Harry-kun... I look forward to you spending more time with Rias in the future. And with me as well~"
Meanwhile, Hermione just sat there beside us, calmly cutting her roast chicken, looking entirely unsurprised and mildly amused by the entire circus. She gave me a small, knowing glance over her goblet of pumpkin juice, and the corner of her lips twitched into a private smile. Clearly, Hermione had long since moved past embarrassment over my relationships. She seemed to take a certain smug satisfaction in knowing she had a place in my life that no one else could touch as my first ever girlfriend and peerage member.
I did notice that Sona was mysteriously absent from dinner tonight. So was her Queen, Tsubaki, along with Luna Lovegood-who had quickly become their friend. I even suspected that Luna might eventually become a member of Sona's peerage.
All of them being missing tonight was a bit concerning, but then I remembered my time with my mother this afternoon. If she got up to all of that with me, I could only imagine what she put Sona through afterwards...
Sona was probably hiding in her common room tonight. I'll have to check on her later tomorrow in one of our elective classes.
...After the curfew, I snuck through the hallways to Narcissa's room so that we could talk about Lockhart.
"Have you noticed anything weird about Lockhart today?" I asked my bishop.
Narcissa sat elegantly perched on the edge of her bed. She'd removed her outer teaching robes already, leaving herself in just a tightly-fitted, pale blouse and dark pencil skirt that clung perfectly to her womanly curves. Her smooth legs were crossed casually, one over the other, the skirt sliding upward enough to show a teasing hint of creamy, flawless thigh.
Narcissa Malfoy, my beautiful blonde bishop and second-newest peerage member, was currently fixing me with an expression that clearly communicated her displeasure.
"You would have known something was up with Lockhart today if you'd actually bothered attending class," she said coolly, her full lips forming a perfectly sensual pout as she gave me a disapproving stare. Her pale-blue eyes narrowed slightly-something suspiciously like jealousy. "Instead, you were off skipping lessons, getting attacked by Dementors, and then... shagging some Veela girls. You really should have come to my class, Harry. Perhaps you would have noticed Lockhart's unusual behavior yourself."
From behind her, Tonks shifted uneasily on the bed, drawing my attention to her presence as well. My newest pawn had been sitting quietly at the far end of the bed since I'd arrived in Narcissa's room, her usually cheerful demeanor completely replaced by obvious embarrassment and self-disappointment. She had basically encouraged me to skip class, and then she was embarrassed that she wasn't there to help me fight off the Dementors either.
Or maybe she was just embarrassed over the fact that Narcissa was talking about sex in front of her. I noticed that her emotions fluctuated a lot more than most other girls I knew, her hair was almost constantly changing colors. Could be a personality thing or a metamorphmagus thing.
Either way, this was the struggle of managing a harem filled with beautiful devil-witches. Keeping them all satisfied wasn't always easy. Both these women clearly had different feelings about my day that they weren't expressing openly.
And I suspected part of Narcissa's irritation stemmed from the fact that I'd skipped her lesson specifically.
I gently approached Narcissa, putting on my most sincere, apologetic look as I carefully took her delicate hand into mine. "I'm sorry, Narcissa," I said softly, meeting her eyes directly and holding her gaze, letting her see my genuine regret. "You're right-I should've come to your class today instead of skipping it. I won't make a habit of it in the future."
The irritation in Narcissa's gaze softened immediately, her eyes warming noticeably at my apology. The corners of her pouty lips twitched upwards faintly, betraying her relief and satisfaction at hearing my words.
Seeing her reaction, I suddenly realized something interesting. Narcissa probably had a secret kink for playing the strict, naughty teacher-and she clearly didn't appreciate it when her favorite student decided to skip out on her lessons.
Interesting. I'd definitely have to explore that particular kink with her later. For now, though, I still had important questions.
Giving her hand a gentle, lingering squeeze, I asked my question again more directly this time, keeping my tone serious. "So, Narcissa, tell me honestly-did you notice anything strange about Lockhart today?"
"Yes, Harry," Narcissa said, her voice taking on a tone of cold certainty. "In fact, it was painfully obvious to anyone actually paying attention today that Gilderoy Lockhart is most certainly an imposter..."
— Bonus Scene: Tom Marvello Riddle —
Tom Marvello Riddle-or the diary of him at least, currently possessing this student like a meatsuit-was upset as he paced through the empty Chamber of Secrets.
He'd sent out his precious Basilisk two days ago to try and kill Harry Sitri, the supposed Boy-Who-Lived. Obviously since Harry was alive and at dinner tonight his Basilisk had failed. Tom wanted to know what happened, except his freaking snake was missing!? It hadn't come back to the Chamber yet.
Obviously, it had failed to attack Harry, because a basilisk being spotted in Hogwarts-which was currently hosting the Triwizard Tournament-would have been gigantic news!
And yet, there was no gossip at all about that at dinner tonight about Tom's precious snake! just a bunch of jealous boys and girls mumbling about Harry Sitri and his blasted harem! And something about dementors, but most people were just gossiping about the harem as usual...
"WHERE THE FUCK IS MY SNAKE!?" he shouted in irritation.
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Harry has awakened his Sacred Gear! After only 200k words...
I wonder what Serafall will do when she realizes what ability he'll gain if he sleeps with Tonks...?
Tom lost his Snek...
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chapter 24
Chapter 24 (~11,000 words):
— Sirius —
Sirius Black had to admit that life as a dog wasn't half bad.
He lay stretched out lazily on Hagrid's rugged wooden floor, heavy eyelids drooping slightly, half-closed as the evening shadows played around the small cabin. After the horrors of Azkaban and the endless months of hiding in caves and surviving off rats, the warm firelight, the hearty meals, and the comforting scratch of Hagrid's massive fingers behind his ears felt nothing short of luxurious. His ribs no longer stuck painfully from his sides, his fur was thick and glossy, and he'd even grudgingly tolerated Hagrid giving him his shots and a humiliating but admittedly effective flea bath.
Sirius released a slow breath and lazily shifted closer to Fang, the enormous boarhound that had taken to him immediately. The oversized hound snored gently beside him.
All things considered, he supposed being Hagrid's dog was better than he'd dared hope. Hagrid was as good at caring for animals as Sirius had remembered from their school days.
But Sirius knew he was not truly a dog, and he could never truly rest until Peter Pettigrew-the rat-was dead. He felt the rage simmering just below the surface whenever he remembered the betrayal, and even Hagrid's warm hut could not erase his burning need for revenge.
More than that, though, Sirius longed desperately to protect James' children-Harry and Jasmine-from the horrors of the wizarding world that had claimed their parents. It tore at him every night, the guilt and helplessness at having failed to protect his best friends and their children.
The scent of roasted meat and potatoes drifted from the open fireplace. Hagrid stood hunched over a large pan, humming cheerfully to himself as he cooked. For a fleeting instant, Sirius allowed himself to pretend this could actually be his life-just a dog, curled by the fire, loved and safe.
