"You ladies know Angelina Johnson, right?"
Angelina eyed both Daphne and Lyra and licked her lips. Harry could see the shivers going through the minds of both of the Slytherin witches.
"Last chance," Harry said. "For Lyra to try and throw off the Imperius Curse. I wonder if she's feeling…lucky tonight."
Lyra flinched when she had been reminded of her spoiled plan. And then before she could react, she could feel the warm feeling of being underneath Harry's power. She could feel her eyes close and open when Harry moved closer towards her. Harry invaded her personal space and Lyra made no attempt to correct him.
"So, you needed luck to throw off the Imperius Curse, didn't you?" Harry asked her.
"A….a little," Lyra said. "Forgive me, Daddy, but I don't…I mean….I don't want….I can do this. I can throw off the curse."
"Can you?" Harry asked. "Tell me honestly."
Lyra flushed underneath his gaze.
"I can't," Lyra murmured. "And I haven't been trying. It feels so good to be underneath you…underneath your power. I just want you to take me. I don't….please don't hold back on me. Give me everything that you got."
"You're honest," Harry said. "And you should be rewarded with a kiss."
Harry pulled Lyra into his arms and snogged her passionately. The buxom blonde witch returned the kiss and she could feel her toes curl. And then instantly, Harry turned her around and hiked up her skirt. He spanked Lyra multiple times, driving her completely insane with pleasure.
"You haven't been trying hard enough, Lyra," Hadrian said. "You should try. I would think you would actually succeed at this…or at least try. But, you'd have a better chance of beating me to the Snitch, wouldn't you?"
Lyra responded by nodding.
"I could make you service the entire Slytherin Quidditch team," Harry remarked. "I'm sure they would find something to do with that mouth of yours. And you owe them for that humiliating defeat."
"Please, no!" Lyra shouted as she almost broke out of the curse and looked breathless at doing so. "I'll…do anything else you want, Daddy, but their cocks would be so small and so putrid, compared to your amazing cock."
"Interesting, you almost threw off the curse," Harry said. "Maybe because you knew that was something I didn't want you to do either. But, I do like the idea of you servicing a Quidditch player. Would you like to taste Angelina, pet?"
"I…." Lyra said.
"What would your father think if you were on your knees before a black witch?" Harry asked.
"He would not approve," Lyra said.
"But, you would do anything to please your Daddy, over your father, right?"
Angelina slowly undid her robes. Harry decided to pull the beautiful Quidditch player over halfway, and snog her and grope her body. Angelina let out another cry when Harry groped her arse and she reached in to grab onto him as well. The two entered a passionate makeout session.
Harry stripped Angelina down completely and exposed her pussy for Lyra. Lyra closed her eyes and she let out another cry when she viewed Angelina.
"On your knees and worship your new queen," Angelina said.
"I won't do it unless Daddy asks," Lyra said with a scornful look in her eyes.
"Drop to your knees and lick Angelina's pussy."
'Yes, sir."
Lyra kneeled down, much like her father did before Voldemort. She crawled on her knees before Angelina and Angelina gripped the back of Lyra's head. Lyra disappeared between Angelina's strong, thick legs. And she moaned when shoving that tongue inside of her.
"She's cooked," Daphne murmured.
"There's still a few hours before she loses the bet," Harry reminded her. "And….Daphne."
Daphne slipped her hand down Harry's trousers and started to rub his cock. She was giving him a handjob when Lyra dropped to her knees before Angelina and tongued her box out. Lyra let out another cry, and breathed in pleasure, when she worked inside of her.
"It appears the contract worked properly," Daphne said. "Teddy, I'm going to pull out Harry's cock. Try not and wet yourself in fear with how large it is."
"Yes, dear."
Daphne smiled. She supposed it did not really count to cuckold a gay wizard, but she was enjoying making the man she was bethrothed to squirm. Harry's throbbing hard, twelve inches of pure fat wizard meat came out in front of Daphne's face. Daphne leaned in and planted a hot kiss in front of his cock, making him just breathe. Daphne just popped her lips around Harry and sucked him.
"Damn, Daph!"
Daphne just leaned in and looked up into Harry's eyes. Harry pushed his rod deep inside of her throat. She was so starved for cock, that when she got some premium meat, Daphne went to town. Daphne made a glorious racket, driving her lips around Harry's cock.
"Lyra," Harry said. "Prepare Angie's arse for me."
Lyra pulled out and pushed her face between Angelina's cheeks and gave her a rim job. Harry's hand, magically speaking, guided her between Angelina's big fat cheeks. And she just moaned, feeling the pleasure just increase while Daphne slurped on his cock.
The envy Lyra felt was only increasing. She let out another cry when Daphne deep-throated Harry's impressively thick organ. Harry worked his magic and pushed down into the back of her head. Daphne leaned in and she rubbed his nuts.
Daphne locked eyes with Theodore for a moan and reminded him that he would never compare to Harry. And soon if Daphne got her way, his sisters, mother, and also his grandfather's trophy wife, would be in Harry's rotation of women. Harry just leaned in and with another smile, slipped deep inside of her from behind. She let out another cry when Harry emptied his balls into her mouth.
A huge throat pie made Daphne just pull away from Harry.
"Lyra, she's ready."
"Damn right I am."
Daphne gave Harry an alluring thigh job to get his cock to full strength. Then Harry climbed behind Angelina and teased her body. He groped Angelina's arse and squeezed her fat, dark cheeks. Angelina closed her eyes and let out another gasp when he touched her.
"I've been waiting for this for a long time," Harry said.
"You don't say," Angelina moaned.
Harry grabbed her hips and shoved his impressive cock deep inside of her. Angelina began to milk him when his manhood plunged in and out of her hungry hole. Harry stretched her out and made her lose it, clinging onto the edge as Harry pushed deep inside of her.
So hot and so tight. Angelina was completely alluring. He was really hitting all of the spots on her and making her lose it for him. Angelina let out another cry when he plunged down inside of her and made her eyes just bug out when Harry went deep inside of her ass.
Harry watched as Lyra and Daphne viewed him. Daphne just caressed Lyra's hair and smiled.
"You're going to look fine in that maid outfit," Daphne teased her. "I bet you'd like his cock in your arse like that."
Lyra looked away and shook her head. Harry leaned in and plunged deep inside of Angelina. He slapped her rear end and pushed deeper inside of her. Angelina threw her head back. Each second ticked down when Harry edged deep inside of her. She let out another cry when he plunged inside of her.
"OOOH, BLEACH ME, DADDY!" Angelina said.
"He's my Daddy, not yours," Lyra said.
"Oooh, can it, bitch, he's got more enough cock to go around…he's my big white cocked Daddy now," Angelina said. "No more….oooooh….damn…yes…yes…yes!"
"Maybe I should train you to cum for anal only," Harry said.
"But, Daddy, you would be missing out on my tight little pussy," Angelina said. "And you know variety is the spice…mmm, of life."
Harry pushed down into Angelina and groped the smoking hot ebony witch before him. Harry leaned in and pushed down inside of her. Lyra viewed the situation as Harry speared deeper and deeper inside of her. She wanted to be taken like this and fucked hard.
"Maybe you should do something about this," Angelina said.
Lyra could not because Harry had not given her permission. Although she struggled to release the Imperius Curse hold Harry held her. Despite the fact Harry plowed Angelina up the arse until it was gaping, he still had the will power to keep a firm hand on Lyra.
Lyra just breathed in and out heavily which did wonderful things to her chest.
"Why don't you take your shirt off, honey? Let those titties breathe for Daddy."
Having her breasts called by such a term made Lyra flush. Yet she hastened to obey, and take her shirt off to reveal her large, round titties. And Daphne, with a smile, also removed her top as well and showed Harry a good glimpse of her tits.
"How do you like these, Daddy?" Lyra asked when feeling up her heaving melons.
"Well, between you, Daph, Susan, Penelope, and Lavender, I'll never go hungry again," Harry said.
Harry thought he won the game of life. And he kept driving Angelina wide and cupped her tits.
"Not that yours are anything to complain about Angie. But, your arse, it steals the show."
"No arguments there, babe," Angelina said. "Are you going to blow your load? Get that rich bitch in the maid outfit early and give her a real mess to clean up. You know you want to."
Harry just pressed down as he viewed Lyra's heavy breathing and her tits jiggled. Harry conjured her a jump rope.
"Entertain me."
Lyra started to jump rope, topless, her tits just waving back and forth.
"Just think, with that little trust vault of yours, not only will you have a maid's outfit, but maybe I'll put you in a cheerleader outfit, a nurse's uniform, and you can be my slutty secretary," Harry said. "I bet you would take good dictation, wouldn't you?"
Lyra just kept jumping rope while working up a sweat, because Harry did not tell her to stop. And with another push, Harry drove Angelina to the edge and came in her delicious arse. Harry grabbed her and kept plunging into her, releasing every last drop of seed down inside of her.
Angelina collapsed and fell down. She had her eyes roll back and her mouth hung open. The cum flooded from her arse. Harry pulled back and turned to Lyra. His lips curled in amusement.
"You may stop now?"
Lyra stopped, dripping in sweat. And he leaned in and groped her chest before giving her a kiss. Harry used Lyra's body as his own personal toy and she submitted to him more and more.
"Let's face it, you don't want to fight me. Because, you like being under my power."
Lyra could not help herself, but nod in response.
"Lick her."
Lyra raced over and buried her face between Angelina's cheeks. This time she slurped Harry's cum out from between those cheeks. Harry decided to rub his cock up against Lyra's own cheeks and tease her. Lyra just trembled and breathed in heavily for him.
"Mmmm," Lyra murmured when sticking her tongue into Angelina's ass and rimming her completely.
Harry pulled away and flicked his wand. Lyra was dressed and Harry took her by the hand. Daphne followed him, with Angelina being left twitching and breathing, after the ride Harry gave her.
"Myrtle's bathroom," Lyra said. "Why here?"
'It's always a mess," Harry said. "I want you to clean it up."
"I….I…."
"Clean it up, Lyra."
Lyra just closed her eyes and started to scrub the bathroom. Someone had upset Myrtle, as per usual. Which left a hell of a mess and Lyra had to clean it up.
"I can't…this is too much," Lyra said.
"Do it."
"I'm….I'm….I'm getting filthy….."
"Do it, Lyra."
Harry exerted his power on her and found her on the ground scrubbing and scrubbing. Daphne kept checking her watch. Every now and then, Myrtle got really upset and flooded the toilet again while Lyra was cleaning up the floor.
"Oooh, bugger me," Lyra said.
"You would like that, won't you?" Daphne asked.
Lyra kneeled in muck and mess and tried very hard to stand up, both physically and to Harry. However, there was some invisible force pushing her down.
"Don't forget the toilet. I think that one's clogged."
Lyra pulled a face. She whiffed in the disgusting smell. And this was a girl's toilet. Well obviously, the only people who would use it would have no sense of standards. Not without that wailing witch in the background.
"Enough, Potter."
"Do it."
"I said…that's enough!"
Lyra rose to her feet and tried to push through.
"I'm not cleaning that bloody toilet!" Lyra yelled. "I'm sick and tired of doing work as a house elf…because…it…amuses you."
Lyra started to breath heavily and she just barely, barely, by a thread threw off the Imperius Curse. And then she promptly collapsed in Harry's arms. Because, that took everything she had, and a lot that she did not have.
"I did it," Lyra breathed.
"You did, didn't you?" Harry asked. "I have to admit, I found something so vile that you drew the line."
Lyra turned to Daphne who just smirked.
"I don't know what you're smiling about, maid," Lyra said.
"You threw off the curse at one minute after midnight," Daphne said. "You were supposed to break the curse after midnight."
"Your watch isn't calibrated properly," Lyra said.
"It's a magical watch, not a Muggle one, it always works properly," Daphne said. "You lost."
"Well, if Potter would have actually followed through with having me service those gorillas, I might have fought it off sooner," Lyra said.
Lyra looked completely fatigued, worse than Harry did when he encountered all of those dementors. Harry lead both of them across the hallway.
"Go take a shower," Harry said. "And get dressed."
Lyra nodded, a good shower could refresh her right now.
"I'll lay your clothes out, and I'll be right back."
"What is this place?" Daphne asked.
"One of the unused suites," Harry said. "Back before the Ministry changed some of the laws, certain students go their own suites. Especially those of prominent pureblood lines. It was to encourage those lines to continue."
Daphne nodded.
"Well, it's nice," Daphne said.
"Just because it isn't actively used, does not mean the House Elves slack on keeping up with it," Harry said. "And congratulations, by the way."
Daphne leaned in and captured Harry's lips in a celebratory kiss. Despite Lyra trying a couple of shortcuts, she still fell short. Although Daphne's heart fluttered as Lyra came closer to pushing through the spell as midnight approached her. But, Harry kept ahold of her once before.
It was almost too appropriate that Lyra threw the curse off just after midnight.
"You let her do that, didn't you?" Daphne asked. "You're messing with her."
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Ms. Greengrass."
Harry started to kiss Daphne's neck and chest. She moaned as Harry got lower and lower. She could feel that tongue rattling against her.
"Parselmouth, the gift…mmmm…that keeps on giving."
Harry slipped deep into Daphne's wet snatch and started to eat her. Now that the contract gave Harry license to cuckold Daphne's betrothed, she was more than willing to get into this. Daphne just closed her eyes. She won the bet and now she was going to reap the rewards.
That tongue just showed how majesty Harry was. Harry rocked up and down onto her and made Daphne just moan and squirt in pleasure for him. Harry really got her going and made her hips rock up and down. Then Harry pulled out of her and kissed up her body.
"So beautiful," Harry said.
"Mmm," Daphne said. "Take me. I'm yours."
Getting taken by such a powerful wizard would be a thrill that Daphne would never forget. Harry spread her legs and prepared to take Daphne's virginity. And ensure she was going to have the best time possible, as per the contract. Harry leaned in and plunged himself further inside of her. Daphne bit down on her lip and arched her hips back, screaming in delight as Harry plunged deep inside of her.
"Daphne," Harry said. "You're so tight."
"And that's because you're so fucking big," Daphne said.
Harry ran his hands up and down onto her legs and he pushed deep inside of her. She let out another cry with Harry plunging deeper inside of her and filling her up. Daphne milked his cock and made her cry when he exploded for her, making her lose it for him.
"Harry," Daphne cried.
The first proper orgasm with a cock inside of her hit Daphne, and it felt really good. Harry just grabbed her hips and slipped down inside of her. Daphne let out a cry and Harry pushed into her. Harry played with her tits and got Daphne really going.
"Ready for the next round?"
Daphne nodded, and Harry rolled. She rose up and used her body to worship every inch of Harry. Those kisses only increased when Daphne inched down onto him. Daphne tightened those walls around Harry and rose up and dropped down for him. Daphne closed her walls around Harry's manhood and slipped deep inside of her. Daphne let out another hungry cry when she dropped down onto him.
She let out a cry and bounced up and down onto Harry and rode him cowgirl style. Harry used his hands to cradle her breasts and drive Daphne completely wild. Daphne threw her head back and lost it completely for him. And then Harry sat up and sucked on Daphne's stiff nipples. Daphne threw her hips back and forth with Harry plowing deep inside of her. Harry edged deep inside of her and made her cry.
Again and again, Daphne experienced constant orgasm and saw stars. She rode the hell out of Harry. Harry groped Daphne's lovely body and rocked her.
"I wish we had been doing this for longer," Daphne breathed.
"We'll make up for lost time," Harry said. "After you, Daph."
Daphne came hard for Harry and spurted all over him. She just threw her hips up.
"I'm glad we made that stupid bet," Daphne said. "And I've never been…more thankful for Lyra's ego and her stubbornness…..now she's yours. You can do anything you want to with her…just remember that…."
"Don't worry, luv," Harry said. "We'll share her."
Daphne smiled and impaled Harry's cock deep inside of her one more time. Harry leaned in to her and thrusted down inside of her. She let out another cry and erupted around his cock. She milked him and breathed heavily for him. Daphne leaned in and kissed his neck.
"I can't believe Nott thought he could stand in your way," Daphne said. "There's not a single wizard who will stop you from getting what you want."
"And you're going to get what you want, aren't you, Miss Greengrass?"
Daphne nodded and with another explosion, she got that creampie, bursting deep inside of her. Daphne tightened her grip around his cock and let out another cry when Harry pumped deep inside of her. Daphne threw her head back and let Harry's seed flood inside of her.
She closed her walls around him and milked a huge creampie out of her. Daphne's walls tightened and contracted around him when she finished.
"Come in, Lyra."
Lyra stepped in and had been dressed in the maid's outfit.
"Good, you cleaned up and looked nice and pretty for Daddy," Harry said. "And since you lost…I think it's time for you clean up your first mess."
Lyra sauntered over and mouthed "you lucky bitch."
"Hey, don't be a sore sport," Daphne said. "And it's rich you talk about luck given that stunt you tried to pull."
Lyra just rolled her eyes and Harry groped her and made her just crawl onto the bed between Daphne's legs. Daphne's pussy dripped with Harry's seed. And Lyra buried her face between Daphne's slit to get the sweet, sweet juices for them. And as she cleaned Daphne up, efficiently, Harry rewarded her by fingering her.
Harry made Lyra submit to his power. The Imperius Curse was just a warm up to the true hold he had over her. Harry slipped deep inside of her.
"Maybe I'll let you fight back before taking you harder," Harry said. "Or maybe I'll just order you to sit there and take it like a good little girl. That's what you want, isn't it? You want to be Daddy's good little girl."
Lyra gushed all over Harry's fingers and Harry rocked her rapidly. He pulled back and turned Lyra off to the other side. Lyra spread her legs and Harry undid the top of her uniform to once again free her tits. And then her legs spread and Harry ran up and down against her.
"Tell me, is there something….I should know?" Harry asked.
"If you cum in my mouth, my pussy, and my arse, there's nothing that can break your spell over me," Lyra said, getting red in the face.
Harry turned to Daphne who smiled.
"She's right," Daphne said. "Although it has to be done in the same session…and most wizards don't have the stamina for it. No particular order though."
Harry shoved his cock deep into Lyra's throat and she slurped him. She looked up at him, with those beautiful eyes. Harry grabbed onto Lyra and slammed deep inside of her. She let out another cry in pleasure. He leaned in and thrusted down inside of her.
"Take it," Harry said. "Ginny had an easier time taking my cock."
Harry said the magic words and Lyra slurped him hard. She leaned in towards him, with Harry slipping that cock deeper into her throat. He rocked back and forth inside of her and made Lyra's warm lips wrap around him. His hard cock slammed deep inside of her. Lyra let out another moan and Harry face-fucked her.
"That's more like it. You better not disappoint Daddy. Or I will punish you. And you won't be able to cum for a long time."
Lyra stroked Harry's balls and worshipped him, long and hard. She wanted him. She needed him. Lyra's delicious lips pressed down onto his cock and hummed aggressively around him. Harry leaned in and thrusted his rod down into her mouth and ensured she was moaning hotly around his manhood. She let out another cry and moaned, feeling his cock edge between her lips.
"Good little cock sucker," Harry breathed. "Daddy is happy with you."
Lyra leaned in and slurped that cock up. She just let out another moan. Harry grabbed her hair, something that Lyra would not dare let anyone else do. Yet, Harry had control and he slam-fucked into her mouth. Lyra let out another cry and breathed in pleasure when he slapped deep inside of her. Lyra edged that cock deeper inside of her mouth and fondled his balls.
"Good girls get rewarded."
Lyra nodded in agreement and with one more push, she slurped him. Harry popped a mighty throat-pie inside of her. And Lyra took in the entire thing.
The cum tasted better than the sweetest, rarest, most exotic chocolates to Lyra. She felt her nipples harden and she laid back. Her skirt hiked up and Lyra exposed her pussy for him.
"Please Daddy, I need you to take my pussy," Lyra said. "It's aching…just aching for your big fat cock. That's what you want, isn't it? To pin me down and to use me as your own personal cock sleeve."
"Well, our little subby maid is going to enjoy more of a mess," Daphne said.
Daphne briefly sucked Harry's cock to ensure it was as hard as possible. Then he lined it up for that warm slit. He leaned in and slipped his cock into Lyra. Lyra's legs wrapped around Harry and he pushed into her.
"Like mother…like daughter."
Lyra flushed at the reminder that Harry did meet with her mother and fucked her. Yet she experienced the joy of Harry's cock going deep inside of her. Harry leaned in and slapped his balls against her. She thrusted her hips up and down. Harry grabbed her tits and squeezed them.
"Just imagine when I fill them with milk."
That made Lyra just buck her hips up. Harry Potter fucking a bastard spawn into her got her hotter and hotter, especially given he would be able to make a more serious claim for all of the Malfoy vaults. And the thought her Daddy would humiliate her father, made her lose it completely. Harry thrusted deep inside of her as Daphne fingered herself and closed her eyes.
"I swear, she takes dick like a Knockturn Alley whore."
Lyra tried to protest. However, she was completely distracted by how far Harry drove his thick, juicy cock inside of her She let out another cry when he plunged inside of her. He teased her and drove Lyra further and further to the edge until he got her spurting and squirting hard for him.
"Perfect," Harry groaned. "Those tits are mine. But, then again, they always were going to be."
Harry used his Parseltongue to stimulate Lyra's nipples and it sent a jolt through her body. The vibrations of his tongue set her off. He leaned in and kept teasing her. Lyra thrashed underneath him and let out a very hungry breath when she exploded underneath him.
Harry leaned in and thrusted down inside of her. Lyra locked her legs around him and submitted to Harry. Harry used her and he never relented, never slowed down. Harry learned all of Lyra's hot spots rather quickly and made her cum over and over again.
Technically, Lyra lost the bet, but did she really lose to Harry? Harry edged down inside of her and made her cry inside of her. She let out another cry when he plunged deep inside of her. Harry leaned in and Lyra exploded all over the place for him. She tightened her walls around him.
"I need your…seed, Daddy," Lyra said. "Bury it in my unprotected pussy."
Harry pushed deep inside of her and Lyra exploded for him. She tightened and released his cock, until finally Harry erupted deep inside of her. Lyra milked his cock until he fired a huge creampie inside of her. She let out another cry, when he pumped deep inside of her.
The creampie had been left inside of her wet pussy and Lyra tilted her head back when she breathed.
"Maybe save my arse for our wedding night?"
"Bold to think you'll be anything other than my concubine. Now moisten Daddy's finger."
Harry pushed deep inside of Lyra's mouth and she sucked it. She looked at him, with hunger and lust in her eyes. Any amount of sass and arrogance had been fucked out of Lyra. And then Harry moved over and took her virgin ass, slipping his finger into her.
"I could finish in you, easily," Harry said. "Do you feel my cock? It could ram up to your cock. And you'll be mine forever. You'll be a slave to the Potter family."
Harry rubbed his cock against Lyra's ass. He edged her over. The tip of his cock ground against her prepared asshole.
"Not yet," Harry said. "Not yet. The time isn't right."
"Daddy?"
Harry buried his cock Lyra's pussy. No matter how tempting it was to take her completely, Harry knew timing was everything. And he had about a week before he was due at Malfoy manor for dinner.
Daphne conjured a strap-on which matched Harry's cock and she helped Harry spit roast their new pet. Harry decided that after edging Lyra on the promise of getting cum up her ass and switching the last minute, he could unload another load inside of her pussy.
And things would only heat up from here.
Breakfast, the day that the delegates from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons arrive. And Harry, due to what was going on, found the Triwizard Tournament the furthest from his mind.
He was just waiting for a certain bombshell to drop.
Cassie and Merula came up from a room adjacent from the Great Hall. They locked eyes with Harry, and Harry moved over so he could get a private conversation with them.
"The method to choose the champions, the Goblet of Fire, was tampered with," Cassie said. "It was actually impressive, making an ancient magical artifact like that believe there were four schools, and not three in a Triwizard Tournament."
"I suspect Crouch's plan was to put your name underneath a fourth school," Merula said. "And with Daddy Crouch underneath the Imperius Curse, he would not question anything."
"Is that even legal?" Harry asked.
"Crouch had access to your handwriting given that he was your Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, and given that Dumbledore put who he thought was Moody in charge of the security, it would be a simple matter to slip your name in undetected," Cassie said. "But, we undid the spellwork."
"Eight painstaking hours, but we did it," Merula said. "Junior's intelligence, I'll give you that."
"So, did you sleep okay last night?" Cassie asked. "After what we put you through."
"Well, I was up all night," Harry said. "But, not because of what you did with me."
And at that point, Lyra Malfoy stepped into the Great Hall, wearing a maid's outfit. And Daphne walked behind her, along with Tracey, and her younger sister Astoria, who looked highly amused. And Lyra was also highly bitchy to everyone in Slytherin, even more so than usual.
"She lost a bet," Harry said.
"Just wait until her father hears about this," Merula said.
"I'm meeting him for dinner, next week," Harry said.
"Well, be careful and be ready," Merula said.
And there was an explosion of chatter in the Great Hall. As Harry moved his way back to the Gryffindor table, Ron caught Harry's attention.
"Looks like Snape found a way to get on Rita Skeeter's bad side," Ron said. "Seven pages in the Daily Prophet all about him and all of the things he got away with while teaching at Hogwarts."
Oh, Harry skimmed the article.
"I really think that's not going to speak too well about Snape," Katie said.
"If he has any decency, he'll resign," Alicia said.
"Snape, decency?"
And Harry could see Dumbledore at the Head Table, giving him a disapproving look. And he noticed Professor McGonagall coming over towards him.
"Mr. Potter, was any of this really necessary?" McGonagall asked.
"Any of what, Professor?" Harry asked.
"Seven pages on Professor Snape, and a lot of detailed accounts," McGonagall said.
"Hmmm, so it is," Harry said. "Say what you want about Rita, but she does her research. And I think a lot of this is accurate. She's actually written a fair and balanced article for once…good for her."
Harry helped himself to some toast.
"I can't help if a reporter finds out about a professor who is underneath investigation and wants to dig deeper," Harry said.
And Rita worked fast, although Harry supposed she was good about that.
"Professor, it's a big day, as you said," Harry said. "And I suspect it would be a big day for Snape as well. Why don't you enjoy breakfast?"
"You know full well none of us will be enjoying breakfast soon…"
And suddenly, from the Ravenclaw table, a dreamy blonde girl started to hum "Ride of the Valkyries" underneath her breath. And several of the Muggleborns joined in with her, along with the Creevey brothers, as a hoard of owls came into the Great Hall, all of them bearing a familiar red envelope.
"Oh my," Neville murmured.
"Bloody hell," Ron said. "I've never seen that many howlers in my life. And I've seen a lot of howlers."
Harry calmly reached into his bag and pulled out a pair of earmuffs and put them on.
Some of the howlers went for McGonagall, others went for Dumbledore, and some went off in another direction, likely to where Snape was holed up until this "blew over."
The howlers all went off although Harry could only guess what they said. The typhoon of howlers lasted for a good half an hour or so, and some of them had been quite nasty. And then another barrage came in and another. Flitwick and McGonagall tried to disable them, but they could not be disabled fast enough.
Finally, it stopped. And when everyone got up, Harry took it as his cue to remove the earmuffs. Just as he rose up, Zara Li crossed the room for him.
"Madam Bones wishes to see you," Zara said.
Harry nodded and caught Beatrice's eye, who walked over. And Penelope joined them as well.
"I think we better not bother with Dumbledore or McGonagall, they might have other things to worry about," Harry said.
"Did you know that was going to happen?" Beatrice asked him.
"Look!" Penelope yelled.
And here they came again, although to be fair, most of them were heading to wherever Snape was. Harry decided to join Zara, Penelope, and Beatrice on a trip to the Ministry.
Peter Pettigrew woke up, anxious as ever. Every time he considered running, he caught a glimpse of that snake, Nagini, who put the fear of God in him. She looked particularly venomous last night and looked like she wanted to rip his throat out more so than usual.
Peter noticed the Daily Prophet and also noticed a familiar, and unfriendly, greasy mug on the front of it. Despite his fear, Peter noticed Snape's picture and decided to read it.
It was seven pages, exposing Snape and his many crimes as a teacher at Hogwarts. Well, Peter could add a few more, given how Snape and his gang did all sorts of nasty things to him at Hogwarts. Because they were too afraid of James or Sirius and knew they would retaliate. Snape mocked Peter, remarking he was only good for licking Potter's boots.
The fact that Snape became a teacher baffled Peter to no degree. It was worse than when Dumbledore hired three goblins in a trenchcoat as one of their Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers.
"Wormtail."
The Dark Lord called him and brought Peter out of his amusement. He walked across the hallway and bowed before him.
"You summoned me, my Lord?"
"What is it you find so amusing?"
Peter showed him the Daily Prophet.
"It's an article, my lord, about Snape."
"Ah, yes, Severus Snape."
Wormtail had no idea whether or not the Dark Lord was approving or not of Snape.
"Read it to me, Wormtail."
Wormtail read the article and Voldemort's high cold laughter rang.
"Oh, that's so…precious, it's almost as if he's trying to prove himself to be still on my side," Voldemort said. "Although, Snape did play his own role in that Halloween night. Did you know that, Wormtail?"
"I didn't my lord."
"Oh, he was almost as instrumental as you," Voldemort said. "He gave me information that led me straight to the Potters, Harry Potter in particular. But, something happened. When they were faceless, he was callous, uncaring. But, he did ask me one favor once he found out. And do you know what that favor was, Wormtail?"
"No, my lord."
"He asked me to spare Lily Potter," Voldemort said. "I could see it. They were old friends. He was fixated on her, wanted her. And he realized that with her husband and son out of the way….I was almost impressed. He would have me kill a harmless child who had not done anything to anyone, just to spite his old schoolyard rival and to acquire what he thought should be his. I had never been more proud of anyone in my life."
Wormtail found himself disgusted at Snape. Granted, he did betray the location of Lily and James, but still, Snape's obsession with Lily turned his stomach. And Dumbledore vouched for him. After he did not care that a child would die. Wormtail might be a traitor, but that was all sorts of fucked up.
"And thanks to you, I located the Potters," Voldemort said. "James Potter stood up to me, like a gallant fool, without his wand and I killed him. And then Lily Evans-Potter, the Mudblood, thought that a door would be more than enough stop me. I arrived upon the room of herself and her son."
Voldemort just looked on, a small bit of amusement crossing over his lips.
"I gave Lily the opportunity to step aside, but she refused and I decided to kill her."
"Would you have spared her, if she did?" Wormtail asked.
"No," Voldemort said shortly.
"No, my Lord?" Wormtail asked.
"Yes, Wormtail," Voldemort said. "If she had stepped aside, I would have killed her own son in front of her. And I would have let the horror of what she did, the ultimate vile act of a mother saving herself and sacrificing her own son. What kind of mother would do that anyway?"
Wormtail realized his own mother would. She used him for clout and status. And likely milked the entire "tragically dead son by the hands of Sirius Black" for a lot of attention and acclaim.
"I would have let her realize how vile of a decision she made and then I would have killed her. And then I would have taken her corpse and dropped her at the feet of Severus Snape. And then I would have likely tortured him within an inch of his life, and made him long for death."
Wormtail did not trust himself to say anything.
"Tomorrow morning, you should expect a letter from our agent inside of Hogwarts," Voldemort said. "And then Potter will be in position. Everything will be in perfect alignment the night during the final task of the Triwizard Tournament, as any student of Astronomy would know."
Wormtail just properly nodded.
"And now Wormtail, it's time for my morning feeding."
Wormtail shuddered. The price he paid for sanctuary. He moved to tend to the vessel that he helped create for his lord, along with the unconsenting help of one Bertha Jorkins.
Andromeda had already joined Amelia in her office and Harry sat down to join them, with Beatrice and Penelope waiting outside.
"Thank you for showing up on such short notice," Amelia said. "Would you like a cup of tea?"
"Thanks, Madam Bones," Harry said.
Harry took the tea and drank it.
"Junior refuses to say anymore than he did," Amelia said. "The process to acquire Veritaserum and the authorization to use it would take too long, and it's questionable how admissible it is in the court of law. Especially with someone like a strong will like Crouch….would be able to fight it off."
"Well, I was able to fight off his Imperius Curse," Harry said.
"Yes, I know," Amelia said. "Susan told me about it. You've impressed quite a few people with it. And I know he's not going to open up to us by conventional means."
"Amelia, you can't be asking Harry to do what I think you're asking him to do," Andromeda said.
"At one point, the Imperius Curse was used by the Ministry as a way to gain information from suspects," Amelia said. "Granted, there were a lot of ethical concerns and the practice was abandoned about eighty years ago. However, there are still laws on the books which authorize extreme circumstances…and the Unforgiveable curses can be authorized under extraordinary circumstances.
"So, you could put him under the Imperius and force him to spill?" Harry asked.
Andromeda offered a sigh.
"Unfortunately, it's not that simple," Andromeda said. "He was held underneath the curse by his father for a long time. Bartemius Crouch Senior was an extremely powerful wizard with a very strong will. It would take a wizard or witch of an equal and greater power. Especially when he has held underneath the curse for so long."
"Eventually, something is going to slip out and You-Know-Who may decide to flee, along with Pettigrew, and we might not have a chance to capture him," Amelia said. "The information that Ms. Jacobs and Ms. Snyde have acquired is a start. However, given how closely Crouch Junior was working with him we need…."
Harry could tell Amelia had been wrestling with herself to ask for something.
"You need me to put Junior underneath the Imperius Curse to get him to spill," Harry said. "Well, this is important."
"You don't have to, though," Andromeda said.
"I know," Harry said. "Alright, Madam Bones, I'll do this for you. But, in return, I'm going to want something because if word gets out that I was using the Imperius Curse."
"What do you want?" Amelia asked.
"A night of your time," Harry said. "Can you be in the Three Broomsticks on Halloween?"
"The night of the Triwizard Drawing," Amelia said. "I'm at Hogwarts anyway, filling in for Crouch."
Harry just smiled.
"Perfect," Harry said. "After that's done and the champions are chosen, we can have drink at the Three Broomsticks and get to know each other better. After all, I feel that we're working together."
"A bit forward, aren't we?" Amelia asked.
"Remember, Amy, it's not age that matters in our world, but power," Harry told her with a smile. "And I believe time is of the essence."
Amelia and Andromeda walked Harry to where Junior was being held.
"We're waiting outside," Andromeda said. "Good luck."
Harry stepped in front of the chained up prisoner.
"Well, bless me bagpipes, the famous Harry Potter. And me without my autograph book."
Harry did not stir, he only locked eyes with Junior.
"What does Voldemort have planned?" Harry asked.
"Oh, I think his end goal is that he wants you dead," Junior said. "I replaced Moody, got you where you needed to go. And I'm sure that plan has hit a snag right now….although he'll figure out I'm no longer at my post. I was supposed to send his servant Wormtail…you know him right?"
"All too well," Harry said.
"I was supposed to send him a letter," Junior said. "Telling him that everything was ready and you had….well that would be telling."
"I know you charmed the Goblet of Fire to put me in under a fourth school," Harry said.
"And I would play my part as Moody to investigate who was behind this nefarious scheme, and Dumbledore would swallow it, because he wants to think the best of people," Junior said.
"What's Voldemort's plan?" Harry asked.
"I can't….I'm not going to explain every detail of our plan to you, like a bond villain," Junior said. "You have potential, Potter. Not going to lie. Granted, not too much when the Dark Lord gets his hands on you, but you have some potential."
Harry flipped through the files on the table.
"You're pretty smart, Bart," Harry said. "A real academic…."
"I make that Granger lass you hang with look like Goyle," Junior said.
"Twelve outstanding NEWS, a record," Harry said. "One of the top students in Hogwarts history. Why would you throw that all away to join someone like Voldemort?"
"Because he was there and my father wasn't," Junior said. "He alway had to be at the Ministry, working. While my mother wasted away and I desperately tried to find a way to save her. Do you know that after I was caught with the Lestranges, all Trixie's fault by the way…."
"Trixie?" Harry asked.
"Bellatrix Lestrange," Junior said. "Don't call her that."
Harry nodded in response. The third Black sister, currently in Azkaban.
"Anyway, it was a shock to my poor mother, getting sent to Azkaban, after what we did to the Longbottoms," Junior said.
"You killed…were those Neville's parents?" Harry asked.
"We didn't kill them, we just tortured them," Junior said. "Of course, they're in St. Mungos now, for what I've heard. But, anyway, we're getting off of the subject. My mother wanted me to be free. She took my form undernreath the Polyjuce Potion. And she died in Azkaban, so I could live. Some life though, as my father put me underneath the Imperius Curse."
"His curse must have been pretty strong," Harry said. "If he kept you under it."
"Yes," Junior said. "Although, I fought it…more and more….although he always kept a tight look on me. It wasn't until the night of the Quidditch World Cup….where I shot the dark mark into the sky…that was your wand, wasn't it?"
Harry said nothing.
"It's a small world after all," Junior sang with a small giggle.
"He kept you underneath the Imperius Curse for almost fifteen years?" Harry asked. "And yet, I threw your Imperius Curse off at the third try completely."
"Yes, and I awarded you points for it," Junior said. "I was impressed. You're a much stronger wizard than my father. You kept slipping no matter how tightly I held. You refused to be controlled. If you completely cut your chain from Dumbledore, and realize your full potential….I support the Dark Lord, but….I fear for his safety should you realize what you're capable of."
"Mmm, I'm beginning to see that," Harry said.
"The Ministry are going to try and bury you, because they hate anyone who doesn't fit in their little boxes of light and dark," Junior said. "And Dumbledore's supporters….well they are zealous against anyone who doesn't bow down before their dear leader."
Harry stood silent.
"Nothing to say?"
"Just one thing," Harry said. "Imperio."
Junior's eyes flooded over for a second. He looked surprised.
"So much for that Constant Vigilance," Harry said. "Alright, Junior, tell me how Voldemort intends for his plan to plan out."
And admittedly, Harry had to put more work into forcing Junior to comply then it did Lyra or anyone else that he put the Imperius Curse under. Junior spilled the entire plan, which seemed like the most convoluted plan ever.
"Why wait until the third task of the Triwizard Tournament?" Harry asked. "You could have slipped me a portkey at any time and brought me to Voldemort."
"Yes, that thought did cross my mind," Junior said. "But, it needs to be done on that night, for there is a celestial movement that empowers certain rituals and the Dark Lord wished to return to his body. My place is not to question, but it is not exactly how I would play the plan out."
"And what does Voldemort need?"
"Bone of his father, flesh of a servant, and blood of an enemy," Junior said.
"And does it have to be of his father or would any family member on his father's side, do?" Harry asked.
"A closer connection would lead to less complications," Junior said.
"Does he have the bones already?"
"No, they must be dug up within twenty-four hours of the ritual."
Harry took a few more notes. And got some more information on the type of defenses around the Riddle House, many of them had been created by Junior's own hand, with the dubious assistance of Wormtail. And with some pushing, Harry got the information on how to disable them all.
"His snake is his most dangerous weapon," Junior said. "Nagini. What she sees, he sees. She noticed a Muggle lurking around this summer and brought his presence to the attention of the Dark Lord."
After Harry got some information, he produced a quill, a piece of paper, and some ink, and made Junior write his letter to Wormtail. He made Junior tell him the type of owl he was using, When Harry was satisfied, he pulled away.
"Sleep."
Harry left where Cassie and Merula joined the rest of the group.
"So, what's up?" Cassie asked.
"Depends," Harry said. "How do you feel about robbing a man's grave and stealing his bones."
And with that, Harry explained everything. Junior's information regarding the defences, along with what Harry and Cassie unearthed during Harry's trip to the house using Nagini, they managed to put together a plan.
"So, what do you want me to do?" Harry asked.
"Return to Hogwarts and I'll send word when he was captured," Amelia said before she turned around towards a lovely young brunette witch. "Audrey, tell Rufus that I'm going to need a holding cell prepared, complete with anti-Animagus protections."
"I'm going down to the Department of Mysteries…to see if we can get something to contain him," Cassie said. "In case he tries to flee like he did after Quirrell's body was destroyed."
Audrey had left and returned.
"Dumbledore is asking if Harry is here," Audrey said.
Harry locked eyes with Andromeda.
"Tell him I'll meet him in Amelia's office, in ten minutes, with Andromeda," Harry said.
"Right," Audrey said.
Merula took Harry's wand and tapped it.
"Erases the last spells the wand performed and leaves no trace," Merula said. "Just in case."
"You're going to have to teach me that one," Harry said.
"Well, if you stop relying on your wand, it won't be necessary," Merula said. "But in the meantime, it's a useful spell to learn."
Harry smiled and leaned in to kiss Merula which left Merula speechless.
"That's rare that she's at a loss for words," Beatrice said with a small grin.
Dumbledore sat in the office of Amelia Bones, where Andromeda, Harry, and Amelia turned up to face him.
"Any progress on young Bartemius?" Dumbledore asked.
"I'm afraid I can't divulge any information due to the sensitivity of the situation," Amelia said. "I can't trust there aren't any further moles in the Hogwarts staff and you haven't had the most stellar track record as of late with your hires."
"Amelia, I feel like I…."
"You'll know, but for right now, the investigation is ongoing and we need to know everything he's up to and who else he was working with," Amelia said. "And I believe you wanted to talk to Mr. Potter. Well here he is."
"Hello, Professor Dumbledore," Harry said.
"Was it really necessary?" Dumbledore asked.
"What, sir?" Harry asked.
"The article regarding Professor Snape this morning…."
"Don't you believe in freedom of the press, sir?" Harry asked. "I thought Rita Skeeter did a very fine job…."
"It has put Severus in grave danger."
Harry would like to play Snape a sad song on the world's smallest violin.
"Like he put my parents in danger, by telling Voldemort what he heard," Harry said. "I don't care how much remorse you think he's had. His actions speak for themselves."
"I told you, I would ask Severus to apologize…."
"And I only know he did so because you asked him," Harry said. "Are we going around in this circle regarding Snape again? And you don't have proof I told Rita anything. She could have heard anything, from anyone."
"I found her article to be rather enlightening, although I'm not her biggest fan," Amelia said. "You should be ashamed of yourself, not reigning him in sooner."
"And trying to actively interfere in an investigation," Andromeda said.
"If you had just let me do my job, sir, and investigated it, it could have stayed within Hogwarts," Beatrice said. "Snape would have gotten the chance to resign. He would have gotten a chance to save face. No one who had him as a teacher would question he was finally fed up with students and left."
"But, given the circumstances, I'm happy that Snape will suffer," Harry said.
Dumbledore flashed Harry a disapproving glance.
"Harry, it's wrong to think of things like that. Severus has…."
"Ah yes, here is Mr. Potter….our new celebrity," Harry said in a fairly accurate impression of Snape's voice. "He came in with a bad attitude towards me and it's got worse. There's been a number of complaints against him."
"And once the Hogwarts Tribunal, I will reopen the investigation against Severus Snape, and take a closer look at things," Amelia said. "He already has criminal charges pending regarding his theft of Mr. Potter's personal property."
Dumbledore looked saddened.
"I won't defend Severus's conduct, but I can assure you, that he won't do such a thing again."
"No sweets after dinner, then, sir?" Harry asked.
Dumbledore decided to switch tactics.
"Why were you called to the Ministry, Mr. Potter? And why wasn't I informed?"
"Well, I can't help it if they didn't think you needed to know," Harry said. "Perhaps they didn't think the time was right."
And Harry noticed it. Dumbledore lightly prodding his mind, trying to get information. Harry's defences raised and his frustration with Dumbledore, he pushed back hard. To the point where he slipped straight into Dumbledore's mind.
He noticed three boys arguing. A scared girl who tried to get in the middle and a flash of light striking her down. It was unclear who fired the spell that fatally hit her.
"NO!"
Dumbledore pulled back and had been shaken.
"Harry, that's….that was private," Dumbledore murmured.
"I was only defending myself, sir," Harry said.
"I had no idea you knew Occlumency," Dumbledore said. "Considering the circumstances….well it doesn't matter."
"What is it?" Andromeda asked.
"It's…nothing," Dumbledore said. "I just realized there's still a fair bit to do before….before the arrivals tonight. Thank you for your time."
And a disoriented Dumbledore excused himself. He used the Floo and returned to Hogwarts. As usual, that meeting left Harry frustrated. And with more questions that answers, especially with the nature of that memory that Dumbledore obviously did not want him to see.
"Did he try and use Legilimency on you?" Andromeda asked.
"Yes, and I fought him off," Harry said.
"He should know better," Amelia said. "And I feel better about not telling him anything regarding Junior."
Amelia took another drink of her tea and Harry could see she would like something stronger.
"I'll advise Zara to keep a closer eye on him," Amelia said. "I'd really like him to take a cognitive test as well, but I need full approval of the Wizengamot and there's enough supporters who will block that."
Harry thought that Dumbledore's fanatical obsession with defending Snape among all reason.
"And before you leave, there's one more thing," Amelia said.
"And howlers are now banned from the halls of Hogwarts, due the disruption they caused."
When McGonagall made this announcement, Ron could not help and roll his eyes into the back of his head. Oh, now that the teachers were inconvenienced, howlers were banned. But it was perfect fine for students to get their dirty laundry aired for all of their classmates to hear.
"I would like to regretfully state that Oscar Grimes has stepped down from his post as Head Boy," McGonagall said. "I would like to say how disappointed I am at the targeted campaign of harassment that certain members of this house have levied against Mr. Grimes…."
And once again, Ron found it rich that now they are taking a stand against a targeted harassment campaign against a Hogwarts student, after what Harry went through during his second year.
"And we're about as disappointed that he tried to fight against the interests of the students of Hogwarts," Parvati said.
"That's enough, Miss Patil," McGonagall said. "Mr. Grimes will be taking some time away. A new Head Boy will be selected within the next week and I hope you treat him with more respect."
"Only if they earn respect, Professor," Ginny said.
"And speaking of respect, I would like you all to respect our guests coming from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang," McGonagall said. "And do nothing further to embarrass Hogwarts, especially in light of the Daily Prophet article which has been released this morning."
And McGonagall finished addressing her house and walked off.
"Snape was the one who embarrassed Hogwarts," Lavender said.
"And there's not a single word in Rita's article that's a lie," Neville said. "Not this time. I wonder how Harry convinced her to do it."
Ginny just smirked.
"What are you smiling about?" Ron asked.
"Nothing, nothing," Ginny said. "Just thinking about how it's going to be a bit less….Grimey here for a while."
"And once we have a Head Boy who actually will make sure Snape receives justice, the Tribunal will go more smoothly," Angelina said. "I think we all know there's only one man for the job though. Don't we?"
Everyone in the Gryffindor house nodded in response.
Severus Snape grumbled when the last howler finally had been disabled. Of course he was not quick enough to disable them all and most of them had quite explosive results. There was a knock on his door.
"Enter," Snape said.
Dumbledore appeared in front of him.
"Potter has finally reached a new depth of how arrogant he is," Snape said. "He had Rita Skeeter write a hit piece, defaming my character."
"There's no proof that Harry did leak this information to Rita," Dumbledore said.
"The boy has some nerve suing me for defamation of character, and turning around and doing this," Snape said. "There's not a single person in this school who respects me. The Slytherins have even turned their back on me. Why do you have me here?"
"You still can be redeemed," Dumbledore said.
Snape scoffed and noticed something off about Dumbledore.
"What happened?" Snape asked.
"I wanted to find out why Harry was at the Ministry and he judged my Legilimency probe as an attack," Dumbledore said. "He saw a bit too much."
"Arrogant child, he doesn't understand that it's our right to know everything," Snape said.
"I didn't know he had such defences," Dumbledore said. "In fact with his connection with Tom, I thought…well I thought it would be impossible for him to close his mind to any attacks. But, he's finding a way….he's getting stronger."
Snape realized something.
"You're afraid of him?" Snape asked. "Of Potter?"
"I fear that I may have made a few mistakes," Dumbledore said.
"He doesn't respect any authority," Snape said. "Maybe you should expel him?"
"An expulsion hearing would not work out favorably, as he's pointed out," Dumbledore said.
Snape just paused.
"I thought you sending him to Lily's sister and her husband would make the boy humble and grateful. You assured me he was, but yet, you ignored the signs."
"It appears that is true," Dumbledore said.
"So, what do you intend to do, Headmaster?" Snape asked. "Because, he knows what he will be able to push me out of this school…."
"Although, perhaps you shouldn't have stolen property belonging to his mother," Dumbledore said. "You gave him unnecessary leverage."
Snape said nothing. There was nothing he could say.
"So what am I still doing here?" Snape asked.
"Because, I cannot let you leave until the Tribunal is done and then you will be brought to the Ministry on criminal charges," Dumbledore said. "Amelia found out that Sirius Black was convicted on my evidence and also, should I remind you, your testimony that there was a spy in Voldemort's ranks."
"Surely, you can silence Bones?" Snape asked.
"Harry is unfortunately gaining some rather powerful allies," Dumbledore said. "And until Cornelius returns from his vacation, all I can do is wait."
"And do you think Fudge will go against Potter?" Snape asked. "Because, he's becoming too dangerous and the fact you refuse to take the necessary steps…because you think you can reason with him. Once he's made up his mind about something.
"You believe he's like Lily?" Dumbledore asked. "And not James."
Snape kept his mouth shut. And Dumbledore said no more either.
Harry stepped into one of the lower chambers of the Ministry and came face to face with the smiling portrait of Lily Evans. Harry never realized that people were so on the nose by saying he had his mother's eyes up until now. And they were gorgeous, along with the rest of her.
"Mum."
"Hello, Harry. It's been way too long. And I'm so proud of everything you've done so far."
Harry leaned in and touched the portrait. He had seen magical portraits but he never saw anything so magical in his life. Or any portrait that felt so alive.
Needless to say, Harry had questions.