"I appreciate you doing this for me Chiara."
Chiara responded with a smile as she moved in to do the paperwork necessary to give Harry a clean bill of health.
"It's not a problem, with all you've been through, I don't want to see you suffer any more," Chiara said. "Deep down, a lot of us wondered if your life was as charmed as the stories said it were. But, I think we didn't want to face the inconvenient truth."
Harry just nodded.
"That can be sobering," Harry said.
"Yes," Chiara agreed.
"So, if I make a donation to St. Mungos, that will eliminate any possibility this ever surfaces, right?" Harry asked.
Chiara just smiled.
"Well, there were a number of prominent donations over a decade ago, and a lot of those people received a full medical diagnosis indicating they were in fact placed underneath the Imperius Curse," Chiara said. "I'll be honest, I'm not sure how much longer I'll be able to work at St. Mungos myself."
"Why's that? Don't you like my job?"
"I like, it gives me life meaning," Chiara said. "There are just circumstances that might make it very difficult for me to hold a job, and it to be financially feasible for St. Mungos to allow me to keep a job."
Harry eyed a newspaper clipping on the desk, talking about Dolores Umbridge and her proposed new sanctions against werewolves. One of the sanctions was anyone who employed a werewolf would pay a sizeable amount of taxes to the Ministry.
"So, you're…a werewolf?" Harry asked.
Chiara just looked at him.
"I am."
"It's not a problem with me," Harry said. "Although, you're more well adjusted than the last werewolf I met…."
"Lupin, right?" Chiara asked. "Snape outing him in front of a lot of people who have fathers who are high up in the Ministry made it rather difficult. Lupin being so careless not to take his Wolfsbane potion has made it rather difficult for us. I'll be fine. Penny makes my Wolfsbane already, but those ingredients are going up at the end of the year."
"Why do people want to make it more difficult to be a werewolf?" Harry asked. "Isn't it hard enough?"
"It's a challenge, finding a balance, and the stress causes many of us…well we don't live long lives in civilization," Chiara said. "I'm blessed to have a good and support network of friends. But, the problem is, many of us don't stay in society. They are taken in by packs. The biggest of it belongs to Greyback."
The venom Chiara spat that name indicate that it was not a positive one for her.
"Who is Greyback?" Harry asked.
"The worst…the one responsible for most of the documented werewolf attacks," Chiara said. "He's been a werewolf as long as anyone can remember…although there's a lot of belief he was a serial killer who decided to get himself perfectly infected to become more dangerous and strike more terror. He's responsible for my condition and Lupin as well…and well pretty much seventy percent of the werewolves in Britain can be traced back to either Greyback or a member of his pack."
Chiara took a deep breath.
"Come work with me as my personal healer," Harry said.
"Are you sure?" Chiara asked.
"You'll be working for House Potter and not for any business, therefore I won't be subject to the werewolf tax," Harry said. "And I will pay you much more…if you want it. And I need a personal healer as well…due to all of the trouble I get into. And I'm not sure if I trust Pomfrey due to the fact she reports to Dumbledore."
Chiara just looked saddened.
"That's a shame," Chiara murmured. "I think we should contact that cursebreaker to get you checked out though. The fact you've lasted this long is remarkable."
As cynical as that sound, Harry found Chiara's statement on point.
"I don't know much about Cursebreakers," Harry said. "The only one I know is Bill Weasley…"
"I know him too, but this type of curse isn't necessarily his speciality," Chiara said. "I'm going to get in touch with one of my old friends from Hogwarts. She would normally not want to be dragged back into this, but I think because it's you, she'll make an exception."
"Oh, who is she?"
"Cassandra Jacobs," Chiara said. "For the entire seven years she was at Hogwarts, she had to deal with quite a few problems, with the help of her friends. The seven years since before you went to Hogwarts, and for those seven years prior to that there was someone else who was the Hogwarts Guardian…and then the seven years prior to that…with some problems being more extreme than others."
"So, there's always been problems at Hogwarts?" Harry asked.
"For as long as anyone can be bothered to remember," Chiara said. "My friend, Rowan, was researching the Hogwarts Guardians and trying to find some common link between them. But her research went missing after she died."
"She died?" Harry asked.
"Killed in the Forbidden Forest, by our former Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Rakepick."
Harry found himself doubting, for some reason, that this happened the way that it was said to happen. Granted, he could buy the entire getting murdered in the Forbidden Forest thing and a Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher doing the murdering.
Although, the name Rakepick popped up and not for the first time in recent memory. From what Narcissa showed Harry, there was some bad blood between Snape and Rakepick from a long time ago.
"Was she out there for detention?" Harry asked.
Chiara raised her eyebrow for Harry's line of questioning.
"No, she just ran out there…to help Cassie and Merula," Chiara said. "Wrong place…wrong time…and Cassie beat herself up for it, thinking it was her fault."
Oh, Harry had been there before.
"Do you think this Cassandra Jacobs can help me with my problem?" Harry asked.
"Oh, if anyone can…she can,"
Chiara finished writing the note. Harry noticed something glowing in the corner. It was a beetle.
Harry recognized the markings from what Lyra told him previously and quickly put a sleeping spell on the beetle. And gently placed it into a conjured jar, with air holes in it.
Harry would deal with that particular problem later. Although he was happy the Animagus detection spell worked.
Chiara sent the message off and turned ever so slightly towards Harry. Did she just lick her lips when looking at him?
"It's been sent," Chiara said. "Hopefully she'll answer soon."
"Thanks again."
Chiara just smiled and moved over towards Harry. Harry sensed something sweet to draw him in. He moved closer towards Chiara.
"What's happening?" Harry asked.
"I've found my Alpha,"Chiara murmured.
And with that, Chiara threw herself at Harry and kissed him passionately. Harry returned the kiss, with the lovely werewolf trying to dominate his tongue with hers. But, it was a test for him to take what he needed to. Harry grabbed Chiara and slammed her down onto the desk and kissed her. He ripped open the top of her uniform and kissed down her neck.
"Alpha, mmm," Harry murmured.
"And a strong one, not like one who grooms little girls and little boys to be a part of his pack," Chiara moaned. "One, that can take grown women and subvert them to stand beside him or bow before them. Or, kneel."
Chiara ripped open Harry's top with the fury of an animal and peppered kiss after kiss down his neck, chest, and abs, making him smile. She reached down and took out Harry's cock. Chiara inhaled his scent, as if trying to burn it into her memory.
"Mmm."
Chiara swirled her tongue around Harry's cock. Harry grabbed the back of her head and shoved his cock down into her throat. Chiara's eyes widened for him.
"Do you want to my pet, Chiara?"
Chiara just bobbed her head up and down in agreement. The wolf had been bent to the powerful sorcerer and lived to serve him and be bred by him, as he gripped his hand against the back of Chiara's head and thrusted deeper and deeper inside of her throat. Chiara moaned when she slurped his cock and drove him deeper into the back of her mouth and made her cry out for him.
"Good, suck my cock. Like it's your duty."
Chiara moved in and inhaled him. The pleasure only increased when Harry thrusted deep inside of her and made her cry out in pleasure when he thrusted down into her throat. Harry rapidly pushed into Chiara's throat and made her inhale him, drool all over his cock as he pushed into her throat.
Each slurp brought pleasure down through Harry's loins. Chiara was damn good at giving head. She pushed his cock down into her throat and slurped him. The lovely werewolf heater bobbed up and down on his cock. Harry ran his hand down the back of her head and made sure she slurp that cock.
"Good," Harry groaned. "Going to explode."
Chiara leaned in and pushed that rod deep inside of her mouth. Each slurp brought that cock deeper into her throat and with one more push, he erupted down into her throat. Chiara let out another cry when he pumped spurt after spurt of seed into her throat.
"Mmmph!"
Chiara tasted his cum and smiled when she pulled back. She rose up and sat in the chair across from Harry. She removed her boots and socks slowly. And then she stretched forward and rubbed her perfect feet all over Harry's cock. Harry groaned when her soft sole rubbed up and down his feet.
Very slowly, Chiara gave Harry an erotic footjob.
"You enjoying that?" Chiara asked.
Chiara's pretty little toes brushed against Harry's length and made him throb. She teased him until Harry grabbed her legs, spread them and pinned her down on the desk. Chiara threw her head back and Harry buried his tongue deeper inside of let out another cry and moaned in pleasure. Chiara threw her head back and Harry plunged down inside of her wet pussy from above.
"OOOH, YES!"
Harry showed how adept he was with his magical tongue. He swirled it back and forth in Chiara's box. Chiara jolted her hips up and down and enjoyed the feeling of Harry's tongue going into her.
"Mmm, no wonder idiots call Parselmouths evil," Chiara moaned. "Far be it to be prejudiced, with what….I am….."
Chiara threw her hips up and down to meet Harry's tongue. The sweet honey taste hit him.
"So do all werewolf ladies taste this good or is it just you?" Harry asked.
He spent a bit more time licking her up before Chiara had the pretext of mind to answer.
"Well, that might be something you're going to have to test," Chiara said. "Come here, you."
Chiara tackled Harry and groped his cock. She rubbed his hard rod excitedly when she trapped him between her thighs.
"All fours."
Doggy style with a werewolf. Was there any better feeling? Chiara had been bent over and Harry thrusted deep inside of her from behind. Chiara's pussy clung to him. Her walls felt velvety tight when he plunged into her. Harry groped her chest and looked the silver-haired vixen in the eye.
"Oooh, mmm, oooh, mmmm!"
Harry thrusted deeper and deeper inside of her, with his cock slamming deeper inside of her. Chiara just milked his cock when it plunged deeper inside of her. Harry pulled back on her and rode the hell out of her.
"Breed me," Chiara begged him, a glow in her eyes.
Harry wrapped his arms around her waist and shoved deep into her. Harry had been in a few pussies in his time. However, Chiara clung him very hard. Harry thrusted deeper and deeper inside of her. Harry's balls slapped against her and pulled her back by the hair. He kissed her on the back of the neck.
"OOOH, YES!"
Each thrust brought Harry deeper into Chiara. Harry opened the door, where Penelope and Beatrice were waiting outside. And he locked the door behind them.
"I'll be with you in a minute," Harry groaned.
"After he cums in me," Chiara said.
"Oh, Morgana's tits, werewolf in heat," Beatrice said. "You did know about that?"
"Yes, I did," Harry groaned.
"You don't have any problem, do you?" Beatrice asked.
"Of course not," Penelope said.
Penelope and Beatrice eagerly waited their turn as Harry plowed Chiara from behind. Those balls slapped deep inside of her. Chiara tightened her walls around his throbbing hard cock and moaned when he pushed down inside of her. Harry pulled her closer towards her. Harry thrusted deep inside of her. Chiara grabbed onto the desk with a surprising amount of strength.
There was a key difference between how strong and energetic that Chiara was and how fragile Lupin seemed that was quite interesting. Then again, Harry had no time to consider it when he pushed deeper into Chiara. Chiara milked him upon another orgasm. Harry plunged deep inside of her and with one more push, he erupted deep inside of her. Each burst of cum splattered inside of her.
Chiara grew super tight around Harry and he finished inside of her. He splattered burst after burst of cum inside of her and made her breath in pleasure.
"OOOOH!" Chiara moaned.
"Penny sent me a letter, saying that she'll teach you Potions," Beatrice said. "She wants to meet for lunch today to finalize things. Is the Great Hall fine?"
"Fine," Harry said.
"Really, underneath Snape's greasy nose?" Beatrice saksed.
"Of course," Harry said. "Snape knows he can't legally poke his greasy nose in my business. The only problem will be Dumbledore, but I well within the law and my rights. It's just most people don't know their rights."
"I'll write her back, saying that you'll meet her," Penelope said.
Beatrice thought that was good, but she was about ready to stick Harry's cock down her throat. She looked at the jar off to the side.
"Why do you have a beetle in a jar?" Beatrice asked.
"Animagus," Harry said as Beatrice gave him a casual handjob.
Beatrice raised her eyebrow. Harry pulled her up and removed her robes, and hiked up her skirt to reveal her lack of panties. Beatrice was ready and wet and Harry thought he could waist little time thrusting deep inside of her.
"Lucuis Malfoy's pet reporter at the Prophet," Harry whispered in Beatrice's ear. "Skeeter."
"What are you going to do?" Beatrice asked.
"Make her an offer she can't refuse," Harry said.
Beatrice just threw her head back and moaned as Harry pushed into her. Despite going at it wild with Chiara for a bit longer.
"Cassie wrote back," Chiara said. "She wants to meet you by the Whomping Willow after noon today…Merula's coming too."
"Wait, Merula's coming too?" Beatrice asked in between moans. "There goes the neighborhood."
"Who's Merula?" Harry asked.
"Oh, that'd wound her ego, you asking that," Beatrice said with a moan. "She's only the best, most powerful, most brilliant witch that ever lived. Just ask her…she'll tell you."
Harry would take Beatrice's word for it. He decided to switch holes and shove his cock deep into Beatrice's ass, after preparing her. And Chiara shoved her tongue down into her pussy. Beatrice closed her eyes as Harry teased every inch of her body.
"Penny's going to be there, and so will Cassie…and Merula…nice little reunion," Beatrice said.
"All we need is Tonks and Tulip…and Snape will have a stroke in the middle of the Great Hall," Chiara said.
Harry would like to see that. But, first he would like to plow down into Beatrice's delicious ass. Penelope stepped back in. Harry pulled the lovely Ms. Clearwater and groped her, before pulling her into a kiss. Harry massaged the tits of his lovely assistant and she moaned into his mouth.
"Personal healer, personal potioneer, and a personal cursebreaker," Beatrice moaned. "And you need to make Merula your personal bitch because that would amuse me. She vowed that no one could put her under the Imperius Curse, you know .And if they did, she would swear a magical vow to be their toy."
Harry just smiled when burying deep into Beatrice's bottom.
"Interesting," Harry breathed.
Harry pushed himself deeper and deeper inside of Beatrice and clapped her cheeks when he fucked her. Beatrice really got going because of the anal. Harry pulled her back by the hair and kissed the back of her neck. She moaned and breathed heavily for him.
One more push, and Harry buried his cum deep into Beatrice's ass. Harry hung on and made her squirt out while Chiara licked her up.
Chiara and Beatrice dropped to their knees before Harry after he pulled out of Beatrice and cleaned his cock. Harry decided to relentlessly edge Penelope and made her cry out in pleasure.
As much as Harry had things to do, he was not going to say no to the lovely Penelope bouncing up and down on his cock. She slammed down onto him. Harry made it a game to see how many times he could make him moan.
"Let your lovely wife relax you before you head back for Hogwarts," Penelope murmured.
"So, if she's his wife, what does that make you?" Chiara asked as she scissored Beatrice.
"The slut that lets him come in the back door?"
No disagreements there as Harry grabbed Penelope's gorgeous milk bags and made her explode all over the place for him. He rode her through orgasm after orgasm until his inevitable conclusion would be relax.
The devotion in Penelope Clearwater's eyes could not be plainer.
Cassandra Jacobs, known as Cassie or CJ to her friends, reclined in a chair with a good book. Her days as an adventurer and a Guardian of Hogwarts(Rowan's words, not hers), had been long since over. She worked various jobs and explored the world, broke quite a few curses, but she was was ready for some downtime.
Well, just when Cassie thought she was out, something pulled her back in. The beautiful witch, with her stunning red hair, alluring blue eyes, angular cheekbones, athletic body, with nice plump breasts, a tight stomach, wide hips, and long legs, viewed the message that appeared from Chiara Lobosca caused her pause.
Harry Potter. That name sparked Cassie's interest for sure. For seven long years, Cassie dealt with the mysterious cursed vaults and the mysterious malcinations of "R", with very little support from the Hogwarts staff. And by the time the seven years were up, she was most certainly glad to see the back of Hogwarts, because she feared it would be business as usual.
Harry Potter, he was the latest one to take up that role as Hogwarts Guardian, the Protector of the School and all within her. A thankless and quite frustrating mantle, especially with the man who was the Headmaster, and had a tendency not to react until it was too late.
Yet, with Harry's situation, Cassie blinked. She enjoyed a challenge and solving a puzzle. Even if it meant stepping foot back into the madhouse that was Hogwarts.
Cassie looked towards the bed, where her sometimes friend, many times enemy, and often times fuck-buddy, Merula Snyde laid, completely out of it.
"Merula wake up."
Cassie nudged her.
"Five more minutes," Merula murmured.
"We don't have five more minutes," Cassie said. "Harry Potter needs our help."
Merula jolted out of bed so fast that she almost fell to the floor. Cassie shook her head.
"You better not be pulling one over on me," Merula said.
"Read the note," Cassie said.
Merula took it and read Chiara's explanation about what happened. Her frown grew deeply.
"We all want to know how he survived the Killing Curse," Merula said. "I want to know how he's still breathing and functioning right now."
"Do you have an idea?" Cassie asked.
"Only of magic so dark and depraved, that most dare not even whisper what it is," Merula said. "But, it shouldn't….we're going to have to take a closer look at him. And at that scar. I'm surprised…actually I shouldn't be surprised that Dumbledore has not bothered to take a closer look."
"Or he did, and is….I don't want to even think about what his intentions were," Cassie said.
Cassie felt a duty and an obligation to help Harry by any means necessary. Even if it meant returning to Hogwarts and dealing with Dumbledore once again.
"Sooner the better," Cassie murmured.
Merula found they were in agreement.
Harry had about an hour to kill before lunch, so he decided to take a detour to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. Where the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets was. He took a step over and made his way to the entrance to the chamber.
"Open."
It was a lot easier to get this open. And also a lot easier to get down when he brought his Firebolt with him so he could fly down into the depths of the Chamber of Secrets.
The stench of decay filled the chamber. A few air freshening charms just brought a refreshing feeling to the air. The place was as Harry left it, with the large, mostly intact corpse, of the basilisk near him. Harry had no doubts the hide and the fangs would be worth a lot of money and he would have to run that by Vera to see what it was worth the next time he was at Gringotts.
Regardless, he took the beetle out and put her right by the corpse of the basilisk. Harry used the charm that he saw Sirius and Lupin once use, to restore an Animagus to its human state.
Suddenly, Rita Skeeter jolted awake and screamed when she realized she was in some chamber. An attractive blonde woman, although one who could be rather poisonous with her pen.
"It's been a long time coming, Ms. Skeeter."
"Where am I?" Rita asked. "Who are you? Is that a Basilisk?"
"You're in the Chamber of Secrets, deep underneath Hogwarts," Harry said. "That is a Basilisk, one that I slayed to save the school from the Heir of Slytherin and stopped the attacks two years ago. And my name is Harry Potter. Perhaps you've heard of me?"
Rita just shook her head and rose up. She pulled out her wand.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Harry said. "I'm the only one who could get us out of here. And you're in deep trouble, Ms. Skeeter. Lurking around a hospital, trying to get confidential medical information."
"It's…you're a person of interest, but rarely seen in public," Rita said. "But, you weren't the real reason why I was there…not really. No, one of my contacts advised me that Bartemius Crouch Senior had been taken in for evaluation. Someone put him under the Imperius Curse. One of the Triwizard judges…less than two days before the Triwizard Tournament was supposed to start."
"So, Crouch is supposed to be one of the judges," Harry murmured. "And someone put him underneath the Imperius Curse."
"Yes," Rita said. "Although, I wanted to find out more. I mean, there are obvious suspects. I wouldn't put it past Karkaroff, you know the Durmstrang Headmaster, he was accused of being a Death Eater and only escaped because he sold out other people, exposed them. Rookwood was the one that got him off I think."
"So, you think Karkaroff put Crouch under the Imperius Curse, so he could rig the Triwizard Tournament?" Harry asked.
"Or one of his associates, they are…he's got a lot of students at that school loyal to him," Rita said. "But, still, seeing Harry Potter, especially being taken into an office by one of the healers…and one of the old friends of Cassandra Jacobs….I had to…."
"Yes, you thought you had to," Harry said. "But, now I've got you, the infamous Rita Skeeter. Down in the Chamber of Secrets. Where no one but me could get in or out."
Rita blinked, looking confused.
"You're in some serious, serious trouble, Rita," Harry said.
"How much?" Rita asked. "How much do you want?"
Harry just smiled at her.
"You really think you can pay a bribe that would interest me?" Harry asked. "You are an illegal animagus. Using your abilities to get information that would not be otherwise available to you and twisting it in your own way. And that would be of great interest to some."
"Fudge…Fudge wouldn't do anything," Rita said.
"Oh, now, that would be a matter for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement," Harry said. "Amelia Bones would be taking care of you."
Rita just went pale and Harry knew he got her.
"What do you want?" Rita asked. "If you didn't want anything, you could have killed me. As a beetle…I could be very squishy."
"And yet you risk that every day to get the next big glory," Harry said. "I want you to write a story and get it into the Daily Prophet by breakfast."
Harry explained what was going on with Snape and the Tribunal and how Dumbledore was trying his best to protect Snape. Rita's eyes widened when Harry explained it to her.
"That's…that's…that's actually worse than I thought…I knew things were going on at Hogwarts, but it's been very difficult to get anyone to speak either on or off the record," Rita said. "But it was like that when I attended. What happened at Hogwarts, it stayed at Hogwarts…but going against Snape….that's not going to…that's not going to make too many people happy. Especially Dumbledore…and Lucius Malfoy."
"Lucius knows what you are, doesn't he?" Harry asked.
"Lucius was the one who supported me in my endeavors to become an Animagus," Rita said. "And used it as leverage to write the articles slanted in his way. Granted, I enjoyed a lot of what I did."
Rita just looked towards the Basilisk.
"I can't believe you slayed one of these things and that was what was attacking the students two years ago," Rita said.
"That's nothing compared to my Patronus spell," Harry said.
"You can perform a patronus?"
"Yes."
"A corporeal patronus?"
"Yes."
"I don't believe…."
"EXPECTO PATRONUM!"
Rita had been caught off guard and the power. The power just washed over her and made her look completely gobsmacked when the Patronus filled the Chamber of Secrets. Rita's heart skipped a couple more beats and she breathed heavily when she locked eyes with him.
"Well, fuck," Rita murmured.
"Yes," Harry said. "Do you know what I can do?"
"Anything you want…given who you are," Rita said. "I don't know why Dumbledore's so insistent on protecting Snape. I know Dumbledore claimed he turned spy at great personal risk…but that information has never been made public to anyone. It was sealed, and only Dumbledore and Snape knows."
Harry just filed that way.
"But, you don't become a Death Eater by snuggling puppy dogs," Rita murmured. "And Snape was most certainly one, even if he had buyer's remorse."
Harry figured as much.
"Are you going to write my article, Rita?" Harry asked. "It would be a shame if I had to turn you into the Ministry. Because, you've committed a felony by not only being an illegal animagus, but you also tried to obtain confidential information. Both on myself and on Mr. Crouch."
"Harry…I'll….I'll do it," Rita said. "For you…I'll do it…but Lucius is not going to like it."
"Well, I've got a plan for Lucius Malfoy," Harry said. "He was responsible for all of this."
And Harry told her about the entire Chamber of Secrets mess and Rita just looked in awe. Although even she was amused when Harry told her about how he tricked Lucius into freeing Dobby.
"You are something else, Harry Potter, no wonder Dumbledore wanted to make you ignorant," Rita said. "Dangerous…and I have to say I like that. A lot."
Harry just smiled and pulled Rita in closer to him.
"Do this, and be rewarded. But, try and double cross me and you won't like what happened."
Rita shuddered and Harry captured her lips with a kiss. Rita could not resist him, especially after that display of power. And she knew, he was creating more leverage over her. Because, this could be framed as the infamous Rita Skeeter taking advantage of an underaged wizard.
"Harry," Rita moaned.
Harry groped Rita's tits through her robes and she started to rub his cock.
"Are you smuggling another basilisk underneath your pants, Mr. Potter."
Rita just dropped to her knees and took Harry's cock between her lips. She sunk down to her knees, in the muck of the Chamber. A cock like this was worth getting a bit dirty for. Rita lowered her lips down onto Harry's cock and inhaled his powerful musk.
A powerful wizard could bend many witches to his will. And Rita succumbed to the true power of Harry Potter. He had her, right where he wanted to. His cock slammed deeper and deeper inside of her throat. Harry just grabbed her by the back of her head and thrusted deep into her throat.
"Well, I think I can find a use for you, beyond writing about the injustices at Hogwarts."
Harry buried his rod deep inside of Rita's mouth and she moaned when he thrusted deeper inside of her mouth. Rita just indulged in the cock of the powerful young wizard. Right next to one of his greatest triumphs, the slain basilisk before her. Rita hummed loudly around his cock.
"Time to get a taste of my true power, Ms. Skeeter."
Harry pushed deep into Rita's mouth and she hungered for him. He humped her throat and made her just breath in pleasure when his cock slipped deep inside of her mouth. Rita just looked up at him, eyes widened a fraction before Harry rode out into the back of her throat.
One more push and Harry fired cum down into her throat. Rita pulled back and found her slurping him.
"Oooh, Morgana, so good," Rita murmured.
Harry flipped her skirt up and shoved his fingers into her wet cunt. Her panties magically disappeared due to a charge of sexually charged magic. And Harry kept teasing her and edged her.
"And if you ever think of betraying me, I will ensure that you don't get pleasure again. You can only feel this good by my own hand."
"YES!" Rita screamed out loud for him.
Harry just smiled and his cock was extremely hard. He had a little bit of time to spare, and he wanted to ensure that Rita bent to his will completely. Harry thrusted deep inside of her and made her cry out in pleasure when he shoved that rock hard cock down on her wet pussy from above. Rita just let out another cry when he thrusted deep inside of her and made her just lose it.
"HARRY!" Rita screamed. "You're…so big…not even the toys in Knockturn compare to you."
Harry just pushed deeper inside of her. Rita's tight cunt enveloped her. He fucked her vigorously into the chamber floor. Rita's eyes bulged out when Harry pushed deep inside of her.
"You need to pull out, baby….I'm not…."
"No I don't."
Harry groped her body. Rita just flooded with a combination of fear and lust. She did not intend to be dicked down by a powerful wizard this morning. So she neglected her contraceptive potion. Although, she wonder if that dosage would even work against a wizard as powerful as Harry Potter.
Yet, she would be his concubine, if he did succeed in impregnating her. Rita just closed her eyes.
"I'm going to make sure you don't stray from me, Rita."
Harry channeled energy through her body. Rita felt it. And Harry rode her quite relentlessly. He normally would draw this out a little more, but he had a schedule to keep and he would wrap this up.
First he gave Rita one last mind numbing orgasm and then he fired deep inside of her body.
Rita found her chances of getting pregnant rapidly increasing as he stuffed her body full of cum. To be fair, going from Lucius Malfoy holding leverage over her to Harry Potter holding leverage over her was a significant upgrade. And Rita just moaned when he filled her up.
"I really hope you have a plan to permanently deal with Lucius," Rita moaned.
"Trust me…I do."
Harry kissed Rita and left her dripping on the Chamber floor.
"Now slip back into your Beetle form and I'll make sure you get out of Hogwarts."
It took Rita a minute after getting sexually wrecked to remember how to do that.
Amelia, Zara, Moody, and Snape went down to Snape's private storeroom, for Zara and Amelia to take a good look around.
"Boomslang Skin and Horn of Bicorn," Zara murmured.
"Yes," Snape said. "This is the third time that someone has stolen them."
"And you accused Harry Potter of the theft," Zara said.
"The boy is obviously meddling in things that do not concern him," Snape said.
"But, surely, you would have measures against students who would be trying to steal these ingredients, to make advanced potions?" Zara asked. "Do you really think that Mr. Potter would be capable of creating such a mixture?"
"No, but his friend Miss Granger would be," Snape said.
"Miss Granger?" Amelia asked.
"Hermione Granger, she's a first-generational magical student, never misses a moment to let the world know just how intelligent she thinks she is," Snape said. "She's always first to volunteer information before she's called on."
"And Miss Granger is currently at St. Mungos," Moody remarked. "If you ask me…."
"No one did," Snape murmured.
"If you ask me, you removed these ingredients as an attempt to discredit Mr. Potter, due to the fact you're being investigated by a tribunal due to your prior misconduct," Moody said.
"What tribunal?" Amelia asked sharply.
"It's an internal manner," Snape said. "Focus on what has been stolen from me. These ingredients…and a twelve hour supply of Felix Felicis. Which I can assure you, is only to be shown as an educational tool, as not even the most advanced NEWT student could make it. But the fact it is gone missing…is troubling."
"Spit it out, Snape, you accused Harry Potter for a reason," Zara said.
"I believe he intends to use Felix Felicis to ensure that the Tribunal against me has a favorable outcome for him," Snape said. "I have only treated him as I would any other student and yet he constantly disrespects my authority."
"Well, if what Su tells me is accurate, if you treat Mr. Potter like you would any other student, then perhaps you should not be a teacher," Zara said.
"And the fact you are so quick to accuse Harry Potter for anything that goes wrong, is quite interesting," Moody said. "I'm sure given your past, Severus, Harry Potter's defeat of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named…well there are many who say that night is where everything went wrong again."
"Dumbledore trust me," Snape said.
"Well, that's his mistake, one that I won't be repeating," Moody said.
"I found a fingerprint, boss."
One finger print, where the Felix Felicis was, had been discovered and carefully lifted by Zara.
"We didn't find anything near the Polyjuice ingredients, though," Zara said.
"Naturally," Moody agreed. "The person who stole those would not want to leave any evidence. Especially if they wanted to destroy their narrative."
"You can't believe I would want to frame Potter," Snape said.
"It would be to your advantage to discredit him," Moody said.
Moody looked around and his magical eye fixated on a wall in the back of the room.
"What's behind the wall, Snape?"
"Just some personal items," Snape said briskly.
"Which you've kept behind a false wall inside of your secret vault," Moody said. "That's a bit suspicious."
"I'm not answering any further questions," Snape said. "If you want to accuse you, I suggest you take it up with the Headmaster."
"Well, you were quick to accuse Harry Potter," Zara said. "I remember when the Minister remarked how unhinged you were regarding him. How you accused him of helping Sirius Black escape when he was in the hospital wing at the time."
"The boy did do it, I know he did, he had something to do it," Snape said.
"I would think you and Black would be pals, given you ran in the same circles," Moody said.
"Sirius Black and me are not…pals," Snape spat in disgust.
"Ah, so you are just jealous that Black was He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Name's favorite, and you weren't," Moody said.
Snape just looked agitated.
"I found another fingerprint on this wall," Zara said. "And it looks like it matches the other one."
"Remove it," Amelia said.
"The Headmaster would not….."
"There could be evidence implicating the culprit beyond this wall," Amelia said.
"I'll hold him, Madam Bones, if he causes trouble," Moody said.
"That won't be necessary, Moody," Amelia said.
The wall had been removed. And behind it was a portrait of Lily Evans-Potter.
"So, this is what we find," Amelia said.
"You found what you found," Snape murmured.
"Commissioned by Patricia Rakepick, painted by Badea Ali," Zara said. "I heard you were fixated on her…but to keep a portrait in here….surrounded by these pictures….oooh you are sick Snape."
"I felt that…I felt like I need this more than anyone else," Snape said. "She was taken from me."
Moody just scoffed in disbelief.
"I wonder if she saw something," Moody said.
"She doesn't speak," Snape said. "It's just a regular portrait, nothing magical about it."
"As a matter of fact, I did."
Zara and Amelia turned their attention to the portrait of Lily Evans-Potter.
"You did?" Zara asked.
"You've never spoken to me," Snape murmured.
"That's because I have nothing to say to the likes of you," Lily said with venom in her voice.
Snape just looked rather sour.
"What did you see?" Zara asked.
"I saw three Slytherin girls enter the vault, they had the password and everything," Lily said. "I overheard one of them, I believe it was Lucius Malfoy's daughter, say that Snape told them that the Felix Felicis potion was. He wanted them to use it, to try and get information out of my son, so he could sabotage the tribunal."
"That's a lie," Snape said.
"I saw them," Lily said.
"Well, we'll investigate the lead," Zara said. "But, we got another serious problem. Snape has no right to have this portrait."
"I have every right," Snape said.
"No you don't," Amelia said. "And these pictures you have…I can only imagine what were removed from them."
"James and in some cases Harry," Lily chimed in helpfully. "And he also stole my Potions textbooks, which I wanted my son to have. They had all of my notes in there and everything. They're in the cabinet to the right."
Amelia and Zara opened the cabinet while Moody kept both eyes on Snape.
"Property of the Half-Blood Prince?" Zara asked. "Ugh…the ego. I thought Lockhart thought highly of himself."
Snape's expression just soured when those books were taken.
"Why did you do this to me, Lily?" Snape asked.
"You did it to yourself, Snape," Lily said coolly. "You stole from an orphan. And I do wonder if you have anything else of mine at Spinner's End."
"We can't search that place without a warrant," Amelia said. "And we will need to temporarily process you for evidence, and…once that's done, Mr. Potter will all of your personal effects, including your portrait."
"Of course, Amelia, you're doing your job, I respect that," Lily said.
Snape just looked angered beyond belief.
"He's lucky we can't take him in when a Tribunal is taking place," Zara said. "You're coming with us, Snape, for now. We're going to keep a close eye on you."
"This way, Snape," Moody said.
"This will all be cleared up when Dumbledore returns," Snape said.
"Maybe, maybe not," Amelia said.
Harry let Rita back into the wild before he made his way up to the Great Hall.
"There you are!"
Susan Bones popped up, looking eager when Harry approached her.
"Susan, I'd love to talk but I'm actually going to meet with a potential Potions tutor," Harry said.
Beatrice and Penelope were at the edge of the Great Hall, waiting for Harry.
"Chiara just put in her two weeks, although I think they might let her go early to avoid paying Umbridge's little tax before it goes through next week," Beatrice said. "That woman is the worst."
Harry had not met that woman, but he had the impression for some reason that she was.
"My aunt has arrived, along with some Aurors, and Snape….well…."
"He was accusing Harry of stealing potion ingredients from him," Su said. "My mother was here as well."
"He really wanted to confront you this morning,"Daphne said. "Boomslang Skin, Powdered Bicorn Horn….do these things mean anything to you?"
"Yes," Harry said. "They are two important ingredients for Polyjuice Potion."
Harry just frowned. That was odd. He most certainly did not steal them.
"And also Felix Felicis, I overheard him say that," Tracey said as she joined them.
"Liquid Luck?" Beatrice asked.
"Yes, that one," Tracey said.
Ingredients for a Polyjuice Potion and a Luck Potion. Why would someone be stealing something like that?
"If your sister arrives, tell her I'll meet her in a minute," Harry told Beatrice. "I have to check something."
'Right," Beatrice murmured.
"I think Grimey learned his lesson this morning," Su added.
"Well, took long enough," Harry murmured. "I solemnly swear I'm up to no good."
Harry wanted to see where Snape was, because he would like to avoid a confrontation right now. He was down in the Potions Lab, with Amelia Bones….Zara Li….and Bartemius Crouch?
Bartemius Crouch?
The same Bartemius Crouch who had been in St. Mungos believed to be addled by the Imperius Curse. Why would the Head of the Magical Law Enforcement Department and the Lieutenant Captain of the Aurors, willingly let him go to an investigation.
"My aunt and Zara's mother went down to check things out in Snape's lab," Susan said.
"Did anyone else go with them?" Harry asked.
"Moody."
Harry moved up. Moody was currently in his office. And Crouch was down in the dungeons.
How could Harry raise the alarm without alerting Crouch and whoever might be pulling his strings to the fact he was onto them? Was Amelia Bones or Zara Li under the Imperius as well?
"Penelope, I need you to Floo Chiara at St. Mungos," Harry told her. "I want to know if Mr. Crouch is there."
"Percy's boss?" Penelope asked. "Why?"
"I'll explain later," Harry said. "I swear."
Harry hated to pull a Dumbledore now, but time was of the essence. Penelope nodded and walked off.
"Is everything okay?" Su asked him.
"Just have to check up on something important," Harry said.
Harry saw Beatrice meeting her older sister, Penny at the gate. Harry kept the map close by, in case he needed to check on this perplexing development.
"Harry! It's nice to meet you."
Penny Haywood was a gorgeous blonde woman, divinity in the flesh of a mortal. The absolute opposite of Snape in pretty much every way Harry could imagine.
"And you must be the lovely Ms. Haywood," Harry said. "It's an honor to meet you."
"Oh, please, it's Penny," Penny said. "And when my sister wrote to me, saying that the son of Lily Evans needed a Potions instructor…your mother, she taught me a lot when I was younger…before…it happened."
Penny wiped a tear away from him.
"And she was the one who helped me discover my love in Potion making," Penny said. "She always thought you would do great things, from what I remember, and what Rakepick mentioned."
Penny's expression grew a bit sad and forlorn.
"Even though she betrayed us, I think she thought the world of your mother," Penny said. "And I understand you've been having some problems with Professor Snape…."
"Understatement," Harry said.
Crouch, Amelia, Zara, and Snape were still down in the Dungeons and Moody still in his office. Harry invited Penny to join him for lunch as he explained, as best as he could.
"Snape was…well he was cordial to me, I guess," Penny said. "Although I can see him be quite nasty to others. He almost drove Tonks to a breakdown, and he wasn't much better to Bill or Charlie, but they stuck it out. Chiara too…I hated how he always used my accomplishments to put my friends down. That wasn't what I was trying to do. I always wanted to help them be better."
Penny presented Harry some articles for Potions magazines that she wrote, along with some of the things she accomplished and the awards she made.
"I wouldn't have been able to do it without your mother," Penny said. "I guess you could say I'm in her debt and…well I feel like it's my duty to teach you. And I'll be happy to help you."
"And I'll be happy to pay you for your services," Harry said.
"Harry, it's…."
"I insist," Harry said. "Although you might have to be patient. I hear I can be quite the Dunderhead from the current Hogwarts Potion Master."
"I find it hard to believe that the son of Lily Evans could be a Dunderhead," Penny said with a smile. "Bea told me you can perform a Patronus…a corporeal patronus."
"Since last year," Harry said.
"Although, maybe you shouldn't cast that in the Great Hall," Beatrice said.
A flash of light appeared in front of Harry. It was a message.
"Hello, Harry. This is Cassandra Jacobs. I'm on my way. I'll be at the Whomping Willow in ten minutes."
Penny put her hand on Harry's shoulder.
"Don't let Snape put you down," she said. "No pressure, no expectations. We'll figure out where your strengths are and we'll go through everything."
Harry smiled and finished his lunch. He checked the map. The group was still in the Dungeons.
"We better go meet Cassie," Harry said.
Harry, Penny, and Beatrice rose up. Penelope had not returned. They made their way outside of the school.
The Whomping Willow had been deactivated. A stunning redhead appeared from the tree, along with a dark-haired witch, with a slight hint of orange and bleached blonde tips. Both had been dressed in elegant robes.
"The famous Cassandra Jacobs?" Harry asked.
"The famous Harry Potter?" Cassie asked.
"And I'm the famous Merula Snyde," she said. "I'm…."
"Only the best, most powerful, most brilliant and beautiful witch that ever lived," Harry said.
Merula turned to Cassie with a smile. Beatrice turned to Harry as if to beg him not to encourage Merula.
"He gets it."
"Does he?" Cassie asked.
Merula just rolled her eyes.
"It's a pleasure to meet you both."
Cassie and Merula received kisses to the hand in greeting.
"So, I have to ask you one question before we start," Cassie said. "How much do know about the night that Voldemort attacked you?"
"About as much as Dumbledore told me," Harry said.
"So about nothing," Merula said.
"Well, I know he killed my father, and my mother…she begged him to kill her instead," Harry said. "And he told her to stand inside."
"Why would he tell your mother to stand aside?" Merula asked. "From what I know about Voldemort, he would kill a newborn puppy if it was in his way."
That was actually a great question.
"How do you know this, Harry?" Cassie asked.
"It's what I see when I'm near the Dementors," Harry said.
"And when were you near Dementors?" Cassie asked.
Harry just sighed.
"Do you want the long story or the short story?" Harry asked.
"Let's take a walk around the grounds."
Penny, Beatrice, Merula, Cassie, and Harry took a walk as Harry gave a summarized account of his Hogwarts years.
All while keeping an eye on Map.
"Bloody hell."
Every time Harry talked through his time at Hogwarts, he noticed certain things that he missed.
"Dumbledore casually told you that Voldemort left a part of himself in you, accidentally, when he attacked you," Merula said.
"He knew, then," Harry murmured.
"Occasionally, Dumbledore tells you something, without meaning to tell you something," Cassie said. "The problem is, these moments are so rare, and you're so used to him being cryptic that you miss them."
Harry put his hand on his forehead where the scar rested.
"I will need your permission to both see your full medical reports and run a full detailed scan," Cassie said. "The process is mostly painless."
"Can't be worse than having a Basilisk fang ram into my arm or having all my bones regrown," Harry said.
"Ugh, how could Hogwarts get even worse since our time here?" Merula asked. "And if you believe Khanna's Hogwarts Guardian, Magical Protector nonsense, Harry's the latest of a long line of poor souls…even worse given how he was marked since he was one for greatness."
"I'm not saying I don't believe it," Cassie said.
"Is there a way to get this part of Voldemort out of me?" Harry asked.
"I'll do everything in my power to find a way," Cassie assured him.
Harry nodded. And knew he could trust someone like Cassie who had been through many of the same things he did. He locked eyes on the Marauders Map.
"I need to show you something," Harry said.
Cassie did not hesitate. She nodded and Harry explained what was going on as they headed back to the school.
"None of this makes any sense," Merula said.
"It rarely does," Cassie said. "We're missing something. Something important."
Just as they returned, Penelope did as well. She looked completely flummoxed.
"Crouch is there, he's babbling nonsense about his son and everything being his fault," Penelope said. "At least that's what Chiara said."
Well this made any less sense than before.
"The Imperius Curse could addle a person, but that doesn't explain why you're seeing Crouch on the map," Cassie said.
"What about his son?" Harry asked.
"Long dead, died in Azkaban less than a year after he was sentenced," Merula said. "Caught with the Lestranges…well it's another long story."
"Was his son named after him?" Harry asked.
"Actually, yes," Merula said.
Senior is in St. Mungos.
Junior died in Azkaban.
But, everyone thought Peter Pettigrew was dead. And Harry saw him alive.
Lupin said the Marauders' Map never lied. Harry stared at everything.
But, none of this made any sense whatsoever.
And now they came up the stairs. Harry saw Zara Li. Amelia Bones. Severus Snape. And Mad-Eye Moody.
But the map read, Zara Li, Amelia Jones, Severus Snape, and Bartemius Crouch.
"Wormtail, Moony, Padfoot, and Prongs, could you answer me one question?" Harry whispered to the map.
There was a pause before the map began to write back.
Mr. Moony would be happy to answer a question of the inquisitive young Marauder.
"Is the Bartemius Crouch I'm seeing on the map Senior or Junior?"
There was a second pause.
'Bartemius Cornelius Crouch is his full name.'
"Hey, Merula, would Junior's middle name happen to be Cornelius?" Harry whispered.
Merula looked on in shock and nodded.
And in the summer vision, Harry remembered Voldemort talking about a faithful servant ready to strike at Hogwarts.
Yet, there were still questions.
Snape returned, completely furious at how this entire investigation went. The Ministry Aurors confiscated Lily's portrait along with the pictures and textbooks.
Where was Dumbledore in all of this mess?
"Look alive, Snape," Moody said.
"You overstepped your bounds," Snape said.
"I'm not the one who stole from an orphan," Moody said. "Just when I think you couldn't sink any lower."
Snape paused and noticed them walk into the Great Hall.
Harry Potter.
And Cassandra Jacobs.
And they were together.
Along with Merula Snyde.
Snape really hoped a boggart had escaped into the Great Hall or some other cursed object.
And Potter was being overly friendly with Penny Haywood. One of the few students Snape actually tolerated, due to the fact she reminded him very much of the woman who was stolen from him. And the fact Potter was with her, well it made Snape's blood boil.
The other Aurors approached and Snape knew he would be on the ground faster; he could say "Potter" if he made a movement right now. Especially with Moody's eye on him.
"Ms. Malfoy."
Lyra Malfoy turned up, with Runcorn and Parkinson. Amelia's eye fell upon her.
"Ms. Malfoy, I would like to see your bag," Zara said.
"Why?" Lyra asked.
"Because, you are the number one suspect of the theft of a Felix Felicis," another one of the Aurors stated.
"How dare you accuse me?" Lyra asked. "Do you know who my father is?"
"Yes, Lucius Malfoy, we know," Zara said dryly. "Given how mouthy you are, how could we not know? Now finger please."
Zara took Lyra's fingerprint.
"Perfect match," Zara said.
"Quite dishonorable, a woman of your wealth being a mere thief," Maya Proudfoot, another Auror said.
"I…you can't prove anything," Lyra said.
"It's in her bag," Moody said.
"That eye should be illegal!" Lyra snapped.
However, the item in question had been removed from the bag.
"Looks like Felix Felicis to me, Rich Girl," Zara said. "Why do you have it in your bag?"
Lyra flinched and Autumn just looked disgusted.
"The bint didn't cover her tracks," Autumn murmured to Pansy.
"You could be expelled from stealing from a Hogwarts Professor," Amelia said.
"Unless you were just following orders," Moody said. "Then we might go easy on you."
Lyra just sighed.
"It was Snape's idea," Lyra said. "Professor Snape."
"You're lying to me…."
"Are you accusing me of lying?" Lyra asked. "You told me that I should use the potion to try and find out what Potter has planned for the tribunal and report back to you. You wanted to sabotage it. You threatened to write to my father and tell him that….I had with a boy of….lesser blood."
"Well, it appears that you were blackmailed, Miss Malfoy, and that checks out with the other testimony we heard," Amelia said. "We're going to have to confiscate that for evidence."
Lyra looked sour. However, she had no choice, but to accept the bottle being taken from her.
"You are fortunate that we can't interfere with the ongoing investigation with the tribunal," Zara told Snape.
"The Head Girl is leading it, right?" Amelia asked.
"Correct, and technically the Head Boy, although he is in the process of being forced out of his role," Moody advised them.
"So, we should inform her of what we found," Zara said.
"She's over there talking with Potter," Moody replied.
"Perfect."
Daphne edged over towards Harry.
"Can you believe that bint was desperate enough to try a luck potion to win our bet?" Daphne asked.
Harry just shook his head.
"Desperate, yes," Harry murmured.
"What's up?" Daphne asked.
"Trouble," Harry said.
Harry kept his eyes on the Marauders' Map and they group took a step to interrogate Lyra apparently. And now Amelia Bones and Zara Li headed their way over, with not-Moody keeping an eye on Snape.
"Ms. Haywood?" Zara asked.
"Yes," Beatrice said.
"We have uncovered some information in our investigation regarding an attempt to sabotage your tribunal and investigation of Severus Snape."
Zara explained it to Beatrice, who nodded, although she was a bit caught off guard from what Harry was seeing on the map as well.
"Madam Bones?"
Amelia turned her head.
"Mr. Potter, is it?" she asked. "I've been meaning to talk to you."
"Well, that's good…because I want to talk to you," Harry said. "It's important. Really important."
Cassie and Merula stepped in front of them.
"Mad-Eye!" Cassie called.
"Jacobs?" Moody asked.
"Yes," Cassie said. "What are you doing?"
"Keeping an eye on Snape," Moody said. "At least until the Headmaster returns to help rescue his pet."
"I'm no one's…."
"I heard what Snape was trying to do," Cassie said. "Maybe we should take him up to your office, to make sure he doesn't try and slip away."
"Excellent idea, Jacobs," Moody growled.
"You two have no right to tell anyone…."
"I'm doing it, Snape," Moody said. "Move before my fingers get twitchy."
"I'll be up with you in a minute, Moody," Amelia said. "I have to discuss a legal manner with Mr. Potter."
"Of course," Moody said. "Show him no mercy, Potter."
Harry kept a straight face.
"Of course, Professor Moody."
Amelia, Zara, and Harry made their way into an unused classroom.
"I have questions, Mr. Potter," Amelia said.
"Of course, Madam Bones, and I'll answer them, but there's something that I have to tell you," Harry said. "You're not going to believe this, but please, please, hear me out."
"There's little we won't believe," Zara said. "Especially when we found out Snape has been keeping a stalker shrine towards your mother…okay that wasn't unbelievable."
"What?" Harry asked.
"Severus Snape has stolen your mother's portrait, along with several of her pictures, and several of her textbooks, although that is all we know of," Amelia said. "With your say-so, we could search his home at Spinner's End. All you need is press charges against Snape."
"Yes, press any charges you can," Harry said. "Although…I hope they stick."
Harry tried hard to push these revelations out of his mind, and focus on the fact there was a long dead Death Eater amongst them at Hogwarts.
Again.
"But, that's…that can wait. This is happening now."
Harry explained to them about the Map, the best he could and demonstrated how it worked.
"Wow, this is some map," Amelia said.
"A lot of people in the Ministry would kill to have this level of surveillance," Zara said.
"There's Crouch, right there."
Harry pointed to Crouch in Moody's office, with Cassie, Merula, Snape, and also Moody, who still had not moved from his spot.
"None of this makes any sense," Amelia said. "We sent Crouch to St. Mungos. How Crouch can be here?"
"It's not your Crouch, but his son," Harry said.
There was a long pause.
"He's dead, long dead," Amelia murmured.
"I don't know, Amy, I think he's onto something," Zara said. "I'm going to trust my gut."
"If we're wrong…."
"The Map never lies," Harry said.
Amelia and Zara drew their wands.
"Stay here," Amelia advised him.
Harry looked at the map as the two left. Dumbledore just returned to the front gates, and McGonagall was approaching him.
"Dumbledore should be returning any moment," Moody said. "Look like you're going to wiggle out of another tight spot, Snape."
Snape just scowled. Cassie and Merula looked and watched the door.
"You won't get away with this," Snape said.
"We'll see," Moody said. "We'll see."
"So, I remember the first time we met," Cassie said. "You kidnapped me from the Hog's Head."
"Well, I thought you could have potential and I turned out I was right," Moody said. "You've come a long way from that moment this time, Ms. Jacobs. You took down one of the most insidious cabals ever."
"Yes, Mad-Eye," Cassie said. "I've gotten really good in figuring out a spy, you know."
"Well, it's a skill that I'm sure has served you well," Moody said.
"Yes," Cassie said. "I'm not sure how you got the drop on Mad-Eye Moody. He's getting careless in his old age. Isn't it, Bartemius?"
Mad-Eye had been momentarily surprised, which allowed Merula to hit him with a stunning spell and send him flying. She hit him so hard that his magical eye popped out.
The door opened and Zara and Amelia entered the office.
"He's stunned," Cassie said.
"It appears so," Amelia said.
And Cassie reached into a desk drawer and pulled out a number of keys. She started to put them into the holes of the magical trunk one at a time. The keys clicked at an all.
"What are you doing?"
Dumbledore turned up, with McGonagall in toe.
"Why is my Potions Professor tied to a chair?" Dumbledore asked. "Why is my Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher on the ground?"
"Actually, he's in a hole," Cassie said. "Give me a hand, Merula."
Merula and Cassie pulled up a rather shaken Mad-Eye Moody. And Zara grabbed the hip flask and opened it.
"So, Snape, enlighten this Dunderhead to what potion this is," Zara said.
"Polyjuice," Snape murmured.
"I had no idea you were stopping by today, Amelia," Dumbledore said.
"Well, someone had to, with the Triwizard so close and Bartemius Crouch indisposed," Amelia said. "And it appears you have a security breach."
Not-Moody shifted on the ground next to them. And he turned.
"Barty Crouch?" Snape asked.
"Oh My God!" McGonagall yelled.
"Dumbledore, how is it that a dead man managed to impersonate your Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, who happened to be one of your oldest friends?" Amelia asked
Dumbledore had no comeback for that question.
"Get the Aurors, search Crouch, and get him to the Ministry," Amelia said to Zara. "It's unwise to keep him here."
Zara did so and made sure the unconscious Crouch was strapped down and transported out of the Ministry.
"I don't appreciate the Ministry coming to Hogwarts without notice, Amelia," Dumbledore said.
"Well, I don't appreciate my niece and all of the students being put in constant danger because you think this school is your own personal playground, Albus," Amelia said. "I have to continue my talk with Mr. Potter, and you and I are about to have a long chat."
"I believe that's….as the Headmaster, I don't want you to be speaking to a student without my presence," Dumbledore said.
"If you wish to override me, then call a Wizengamot session," Amelia said.
And good luck getting them all to bed and back to work on such a short notice.
Out in the hallway, Harry stood and watched.
"You got him?" Harry asked.
"It was Junior," Amelia confirmed. "I hope to have a couple of hours of your time, Mr. Potter. I have questions to ask about both your childhood and your time at Hogwarts."
"I really hope you have more than a couple of hours, Madam Bones," Harry said.
"Harry, you shouldn't miss any more of your classes…."
"I only have Defence Against the Dark Arts this afternoon," Harry said, cutting off Dumbledore. "And that's been cancelled on account to the teacher being a Polyjuiced, believed to be dead, Death Eater."
There was a small second pause.
"Actually, I think it's best if you return me to the Ministry," Amelia said. "My office may be better for this discussion."
And with that, Dumbledore had been left as Amelia used the Floo in the former Moody's office to get her and Harry to the Ministry.
Dumbledore stood in the office, looking old and helpless, wondering where it all went wrong.