Double update, posting chapter 11 and chapter 12 at the same time, so sure you dont skip one of them.
Chapter 12:
– Harry –
Classes were over for the first day.
I had a huge grin on my face as I darted through the Forbidden Forest, my heart pounding with excitement. Our Hogwarts robes were abandoned back in our dorms, replaced by something far lighter and easier to move in. Sona and I had our devil wings out, gliding swiftly around trees and diving low across the forest floor. It was thrilling, the wind rushing past my face as I dodged tree trunks and branches.
"You're gonna have to do better than that!" Sona teased as she effortlessly avoided a blast of water I aimed at her.
The challenge was simple. Sona was wearing a tight, white tank top and, very noticeably, no bra beneath it. If I managed to hit her, I'd get to see her breasts through the soaked fabric.
"Oh, I'll get you soon enough," I shouted back. Water surged powerfully from the devil crest on my palm, narrowly missing her again as she twisted gracefully.
She was a lot better at flying and aerial combat than I was, but I was getting better.
It was finally the end of a long first day, and we'd just left Ancient Runes, our last class, and one of the few Sona shared with me. Having skipped the entire first year of the elective, the teacher might as well have been speaking another language—I didn't understand a single damn word she'd said in the whole class. Sona apparently did though because she was a genius.
She and Hermione would be taking turns tutoring me in the future. This wasn't that though, this was just magic training.
A rush of freezing air whooshed past me, sending chills down my spine and making me shiver. "Damn, that's cold!" I shouted, moving awkwardly out of the way as another icy blast narrowly missed my chest. "Are you trying to freeze me solid, Sona?"
"Maybe," she teased as she launched yet another icy attack. Her brand-new ice magic was scary, even more so when it was aimed directly at me.
Of course, I wasn't about to let myself get hit by one of Sona's freezing blasts. Every healthy guy had an instinctive fear of cold—it was the natural enemy of manhood itself, after all. Shrinkage was the enemy!
I noticed Sona rolling her eyes. She always seemed to know when my mind was wandering into dirty territory.
"Focus, Harry! Stop thinking weird stuff," she yelled at me.
I grinned sheepishly but quickly snapped back to attention as Sona spread her hands in front of her, concentrating hard. A fierce glint flashed in her pink eyes behind her glasses, and suddenly, a massive wave of ice surged forward, crackling and freezing everything it touched.
My heart jumped as my eyes widened. Instinctively, I mirrored her stance, pouring all my focus into my devil crest. A powerful rush of boiling water shot from my palms, glowing bright blue as it met her icy spell head-on.
Our magic clashed violently between us, steam erupting as hot met cold, filling the clearing with mist. Despite my best effort, I felt my energy quickly draining, the force of her magic easily overpowering mine. She was going to win this round for sure. Just as the wave of ice edged dangerously close, she relented, pulling back her magic and letting the ice crumble harmlessly to the ground.
"Not bad," she complimented me and waved her hand, a lot of the mist dissapearing.
I noticed immediately that despite our intense magical clash, Sona's tank top remained completely dry. Still, two unmistakably stiff nipples were clearly outlined beneath the thin white fabric. My heart skipped a beat, heat flushing my cheeks. Magic had a strong effect on devils, and moments of intense magical exertion often heightened our senses and emotions, making us more sensitive and excited.
I quickly adjusted myself, hoping Sona wouldn't catch me trying to hide my obvious reaction. But when I glanced up, her eyes were already locked onto mine, a knowing smile playing on her lips. She began walking towards me slowly, deliberately swaying her hips, making her movements graceful and enticing. My breath quickened with each step she took, feeling the anticipation rise within me.
Stopping right in front of me, she tilted her head up slightly to meet my gaze. My heart hammered even faster as she placed one delicate hand on my chest, and gently bit her bottom lip.
I pretty much knew this was bound to happen eventually. Ever since that first moment I saw her beautiful face back in the underworld, I couldn't get her out of my head. All the time we'd spent together—training, laughing, joking around—it had built this undeniable connection between us.
I found myself slowly leaning down towards her. Her face was glowing bright red, her eyes wide but not scared, just surprised and excited. Like I was...
It was pretty obvious she had come to Hogwarts for me after all.
She didn't move away, in fact, she tilted her chin slightly upward, meeting me halfway. Our lips brushed lightly, sending a thrill down my spine. But just as the kiss was about to deepen, the loud sound of galloping hooves shattered the peaceful moment, making us both jump away abruptly.
Turning quickly, I saw a large centaur burst into the clearing, and honestly, it looked far less majestic than the stories I'd read made them sound.
Its features were exaggerated, awkwardly merging human and horse in a way that made my skin crawl—the uncanny valley effect was definitely real here. The centaur skidded to a stop, kicking up dirt and leaves, its dark eyes narrowing suspiciously as it took in the chaos we'd caused in our training session. It reached back and swiftly drew out a bow, the sharp tip of an arrow aimed at us.
"What have you two done to this forest?" the centaur demanded harshly, its deep voice filled with irritation and accusation, instantly killing any romantic tension left in the air. "You are not welcome here, demonic abominations!"
Sona stepped angrily in front of me, her pink eyes blazing with fury at us being interrupted.
She raised her chin defiantly, glaring straight at the centaur without an ounce of fear. "What gives you the right to threaten two students from Hogwarts?" she demanded sharply.
The centaur stamped its hooves aggressively, sneering down at us with undisguised disdain. "Students? You're both demons! Being at Hogwarts doesn't change what you are. This forest belongs to the centaurs, and we won't tolerate evil trespassers!" it declared, pulling its bowstring taut.
Sona let out a scoffing laugh, clearly unimpressed by the centaur's assertion. "You're wrong," she stated firmly, her voice cold and clear. "I've read the Hogwarts Charter thoroughly. The Founders clearly owned not only the castle and lake but this entire surrounding forest too. They deliberately filled it with magical plants and peaceful creatures, specifically intended to aid future generations of students. You centaurs are nothing but aggressive invaders trying to lay claim to territory that doesn't rightfully belong to you!"
Wow, I wonder if Hermione knew any of that? Did Dumbledore?
The centaur's eyes flashed with anger at Sona's words.
"Filthy lies!" Without another word, it abruptly released its arrow, the projectile slicing through the air toward us!
Sona reacted with lightning-fast precision. She swung her hand up effortlessly, striking the arrow aside with the back of her palm, the arrow clattering uselessly to the ground.
Without any hesitation, she quickly lifted her other hand, forming a sharp icicle in an instant. The air chilled noticeably as the deadly shard of ice shot forward, piercing the centaur directly through its heart. It gave a startled, anguished scream before collapsing lifelessly onto the forest floor.
I immediately praised Sona's quick reflexes, genuinely impressed by how effortlessly she had handled the centaur. I wasn't upset about what she'd done—far from it. My chest tightened with anger at the thought of anyone daring to threaten my family!
"That was amazing, Sona," I said earnestly, placing my hand gently on her shoulder. "You reacted so fast."
Her cheeks flushed a soft shade of red, and she glanced away shyly, though a pleased smile tugged at her lips. "Thanks, Harry," she said quietly, looking up at me again. "But honestly, you could've handled it just as well. You've improved a lot. You're really close to being high-class in power now."
Just as we started to relax, a sudden rustling sound from the treetops above caught our attention. Sona immediately looked up. "Show yourselves!" she demanded loudly.
With unsettling, clicking noises, several enormous spiders suddenly descended from the thick canopy, landing heavily around us. But to my surprise, instead of attacking, they quickly lowered themselves into respectful bows.
I didn't know spiders could bow.
"We obey the dark mistress and dark master," one of them rasped in a deep, creepy voice.
I moved closer to Sona, leaning in and whispering nervously, "These must be Acromantulas. I've read about them. They're not supposed to be native to Scotland though..."
What the fuck was the school doing when it came to this forest!?
Sona nodded, before whispering back, "They must've been experiments created by a devil during the Great War. And they obviously escaped the underworld afterwards. They're likely gentically programmed to obey devils by default. They shouldn't attack us, but we should make sure your human friends avoid this area."
Sona spoke confidently to the spiders. "Clean up that centaur's body immediately. Leave nothing behind."
The spiders eagerly moved forward, their large, hairy bodies shifting eagerly as they dragged the fallen centaur away, immediately beginning their gruesome feast. The wet crunching and tearing sounds made my stomach churn slightly, but I quickly turned my attention back to Sona, slipping my arm comfortably around her waist.
As we walked back toward Hogwarts, she leaned into my side. I glanced down at her, feeling a grin spread across my face as I noticed her relaxed expression and slightly flushed cheeks.
"What are you smiling about?" she teased softly, looking up at me with playful curiosity.
"Just thinking," I admitted with a small laugh. "This feels exactly like our walks back in the underworld, doesn't it? You know, minus my mum constantly spying on us."
Sona giggled. "True, but are you sure she isn't watching us right now? Knowing Serafall, she probably has hidden familiars somewhere nearby."
I instinctively glanced around the treetops, suddenly suspicious and a little paranoid. I wouldn't put it past my mum to keep tabs on us even here, and I tried not to feel too annoyed by the thought.
Sona noticed my wary glances and sighed. Telling me not to bother because she's learned the hard way that Serafall just does whatever she wants.
...
The next day...
It was my first ever potions class, and the dungeon classroom felt just as cold and gloomy as I'd heard it would be. I settled down beside Hermione, my girlfriend, whose presence immediately made things a bit brighter. She already had her notebook out, neatly organized, ready to soak up whatever our professor said.
I couldn't help but smile fondly at her.
Across from us, Malfoy was making a spectacle of himself, finally thawed out from the icy punishment he'd received the day before. He was red-faced, practically shouting at everyone around him, "Stop laughing! My father will hear about this! Just you wait!" His furious threats only seemed to amuse the Gryffindor guys even more, their laughter echoing through the classroom as Malfoy grew more livid by the second. "Shut up, all of you! You're all going to regret this!" Malfoy snapped angrily, pointing a shaking finger at the group that was led by Ron Weasley.
"Yeah, Malfoy, what's he gonna do? Cry about it to the Headmaster?"
Malfoy's pale face flushed an even deeper shade of red. "Laugh all you want now, but you won't be laughing when you're expelled!"
"Expelled for laughing?" another Gryffindor mocked loudly.
Malfoy glared daggers at them, clearly picturing every painful scenario he could inflict on them, his eyes blazing with uncontrollable fury.
Not like the piece of shit didn't deserve getting "iced" by Sona yesterday. I wasn't exactly rooting for either him or Ron though. When I glanced over, Ron's group stopped laughing and glared at me next.
"Fuck off, Potter!" Ron shouted. "Keep your eyes to yourself and your bitch girlfriend!"
"Yeah, you're a damn fraud!" A guy named Seamus added with a sneer.
Hermione gasped softly beside me, her eyes wide with shock and hurt at the harsh words being thrown our way. My temper flared immediately, a hot rush of anger making my hands clench into tight fists beneath the desk. I could feel my demonic magic bubbling just beneath my skin, ready to burst out. I was seconds away from pulling out my fake wand and showing these bastards exactly who they were dealing with.
Drowning them suddenly seemed like a perfectly reasonable response.
"Just ignore them, Harry," Hermione whispered quickly, grabbing onto my arm to hold me back. "They're not worth it."
"Maybe not," I muttered back fiercely, unable to hide my rage, "but someone needs to teach them some damn manners."
The room's atmosphere thickened dangerously, and just as I was about to stand up and confront Ron and his little gang directly, the heavy dungeon door swung open abruptly. Everyone's attention snapped to the entrance as Professor Snape strode in, his black robes billowing dramatically behind him.
"Enough," Snape barked coldly, his dark eyes sweeping over the room with clear annoyance. "I expect silence in my classroom. Whatever childish drama you've brought in from the halls ends now."
His piercing gaze lingered momentarily on Ron's group, then shifted pointedly to Malfoy and finally me.
"Ah, Mr. Potter, our newest celebrity," Snape sneered sarcastically, his voice dripping with obvious dislike.
Hermione immediately spoke up from beside me, her voice steady but clearly irritated. "Actually, Professor—Harry's last name is Sitri, not Potter!"
Snape didn't even look at her, dismissing her without a second glance. "Minus five points for interrupting a professor, Miss Granger," he said coldly, his dark eyes locked intensely onto mine. I felt Hermione shrink back slightly, frustrated and embarrassed at losing points so quickly.
Snape stepped closer, towering over me as if trying to intimidate me. "If Mr. Potter isn't correct, then perhaps Mr. Black would be more fitting," he said, his tone nasty and mocking.
I stared at him, genuinely confused. "What?" I asked bluntly, not even bothering to hide my confusion.
His lips curled into a twisted sneer, eyes narrowing dangerously. "It's obvious, isn't it? That worthless troublemaker Sirius Black was always around James Potter and Lily Evans. It's clear enough—your mother must have betrayed James Potter with him. You're Black's illegitimate child, aren't you? Just another bastard hiding behind a fake name!"
The entire class fell silent, stunned by Snape's accusation.
Hermione gripped my arm tightly, sensing my rapidly escalating anger.
"Professor, that's completely inappropriate!" Hermione protested, her voice shaking slightly with fury.
Snape didn't acknowledge her at all, simply staring at me with an icy glare. "You can't hide the truth forever, Mr. Black," he spat out venomously. "Not in my classroom!"
Before I could reply or react, Snape abruptly turned away, flicking his wand sharply at the blackboard. Instructions appeared instantly, neatly scrawled in his handwriting. "Start your assignment now," he barked harshly, stalking toward his desk.
I sat there, utterly bewildered, anger and confusion swirling inside me. What the actual fuck had just happened? Was Professor Snape completely insane?
"No, that's impossible! The Black fortune should be mine! A bastard better not get any of it!" Malfoy hissed.
Across the room, Ron muttered loud enough for me to hear. "I knew he was rotten! Just another no-good dark wizard, just like Sirius Black! His dad probably escaped to recruit him, not kill him!" he sneered bitterly, prompting his cronies to nod eagerly in agreement.
I turned to Hermione, genuinely confused and frustrated. My voice was a bit louder than intended when I asked, "Hermione, seriously, is there something in the magical water here that turns some magical people into complete retards?"
Hermione sighed deeply, clearly just as fed up as I was. "Honestly, Harry, I have no idea.."
From nearby, Daphne Greengrass leaned toward us, her blonde hair falling smoothly over her shoulder as she gave us a small smirk. "Trust me, Mr. Sitri," she drawled. "Us snake girls have been asking ourselves that exact same question for years now."
I raised an eyebrow at her, surprised she'd even joined our conversation. "Glad to know it's not just me," I replied bluntly, shaking my head. "You'd think being at a prestigious magical school would filter out the idiots, but clearly, that's not the case here."
With a casual shrug, I pulled out my fake wand and pointed it at the empty cauldron in front of me. Demonic Sitri water flowed from its tip, rapidly filling the cauldron with a faint glow that shimmered slightly in the dungeon's dim lighting. I glanced over at Hermione, who was staring at me curiously, clearly wondering what I was doing.
Next, I effortlessly levitated all of today's potion ingredients off the table in front of me. They floated in mid-air, neatly aligned, while everyone nearby stopped their preparations, turning to stare openly at the unusual display. Hermione gasped loudly as, without hesitation, I dropped every ingredient simultaneously into the cauldron!
"Harry! You can't—" she started anxiously, clearly about to warn me that I was doing everything wrong.
"Mr. Black, what in Merlin's name are you doing?!" Snape shouted from his desk, suddenly standing with a furious glare in my direction. "Are you trying to kill yourself?"
Ignoring the stunned silence from the rest of the class, I smirked confidently, slipping the fake wand back into my robe. "Potion's done," I announced bluntly, folding my arms and meeting Snape's glare with defiance.
It had taken less than five seconds.
"What absolute nonsense are you talking about?" Snape snapped irritably, storming across the classroom toward my workstation. "There's no way—"
His angry words cut off abruptly when his eyes landed on the cauldron, where a flawless purple sleeping potion was simmering gently, emitting a sweet, calming scent into the air.
His expression shifted rapidly from anger to complete disbelief. He whipped out his wand and cast several rapid analysis spells, his movements growing increasingly frantic as each spell confirmed the impossible perfection of my potion.
"This...this is impossible!" he stammered, openly gaping at me, his composure completely shattered. "How did you do this, Mr. Black? Explain yourself immediately!"
"My last name is Sitri..." I told him with a glare.
"Answer me, Mr Black!" he glared right back. Not only was he stupid, but he was a stupid dick. It was a good thing his class was one thing I didn't need to take seriously.
Around us, students had stopped pretending to work, openly muttering and whispering in shock. Some stared at me with awe, others with suspicion or outright jealousy. Ron's face was a fascinating mix of anger and disbelief, while Hermione was simply wide-eyed and utterly speechless.
"I used magic," I replied sarcastically, before I stood up and Hermione automatically joined. "I'll see you next class... professor." I said as I walked out of the room with her.
Of course, as soon as we stepped into the hallway, Hermione grabbed my arm and spun me around to face her, her brown eyes wide and demanding answers. "Harry, what exactly did you do back there?" she asked urgently. "That was supposed to be impossible!"
I chuckled, trying to look casual about it even though part of me was still a bit amused by Snape's shocked reaction. Dickhead deserved it.
"It's not actually that complicated," I began, glancing down at her earnest expression. "Sona explained it to me earlier. Our clan, the Sitris, are masters of water magic, right? But it goes deeper than just being good at blasting water spells around."
Hermione tilted her head slightly, clearly intrigued but still waiting for me to clarify further. "What do you mean, deeper?"
"Well," I continued patiently, "there's a reason our clan manages all the hospitals back in the underworld. Our affinity for water doesn't just let us control it, we can also use it to instantly create any water-based potion as long as we have the right ingredients. And pretty much every single potion at Hogwarts, or at least everything Snape teaches, uses water as its base. So basically, I don't even need to try hard in potions class—it's almost automatic."
Hermione stared at me, her eyes narrowing slightly in mock irritation as she absorbed what I said. After a moment of silence, she crossed her arms and pouted her cute lips, giving me a slightly accusatory glare. "Harry, that is so unfair!" she complained, though I could hear the amusement creeping into her tone despite herself.
I smirked and took a small step closer to her, placing one hand gently on her waist as I leaned in, lowering my voice teasingly. "What can I say? Your boyfriend is just too awesome for that fake dungeon bat's pathetic excuse for a class."
She rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress a soft giggle, her cheeks flushing a lovely shade of pink. "You're ridiculous," she whispered, though her gaze had softened considerably.
Unable to resist, I tilted my head down and captured her lips with mine, feeling her smile against me as we kissed. Her hands rested gently against my chest, and I pulled back slightly, smiling down at her affectionately.
"Ridiculously awesome, you mean," I corrected teasingly, earning another playful eye roll from her. "Come on, let's spend some time together before our next class."
– Snape –
Professor Snape stormed down the corridor, his black robes swirling dramatically behind him. His pale face was twisted in a deep scowl, fury blazing in his eyes as he approached Dumbledore's office. That arrogant brat—how dare he make a mockery of his class?
And using that ridiculous fake name Sitri, no less! Snape's fists clenched tightly, nails digging painfully into his palms as he quickened his pace.
He practically snarled the password at the gargoyle, which hastily jumped aside, sensing the professor's seething anger. Snape didn't even pause, throwing open the heavy oak door so violently that it slammed against the stone wall.
"Headmaster, I must speak with you immediately!" Snape barked, storming inside without waiting for an invitation.
Dumbledore sat calmly behind his ornate desk, eyes twinkling with their usual annoying calmness. But Snape barely registered him, for sitting opposite the Headmaster was a woman he had never seen before. She was strikingly beautiful, with long, flowing black hair, vibrant eyes, and an undeniably voluptuous figure that made even Snape momentarily falter. Her outfit, however, was completely bizarre—sparkling with an intensity that hurt his eyes if he started to long.
But Snape's irritation swiftly returned, overwhelming his momentary distraction. Ignoring the strange visitor entirely, he spun to face Dumbledore directly, pointing an accusatory finger at him. "There is something incredibly strange going on with Mr. Black!" Snape spat out the words, barely keeping his voice steady through his rising anger.
Dumbledore tilted his head slightly, looking genuinely puzzled. "Mr. Black, Severus? I'm afraid we have no student enrolled here by that surname, unless of course you mean Sirius—"
"Not Sirius Black!" Snape snapped impatiently, cutting Dumbledore off mid-sentence. His frustration was mounting rapidly. "I'm referring to Potter—Harry Potter! Or should I say, Harry Black. It's blatantly obvious. That arrogant attitude, that long black hair! The boy's real father must have been Sirius Black! You can't expect me to believe your pathetic attempt at hiding his true parentage behind some ridiculous made-up surname like Sitri."
The room fell into a tense silence, and Snape finally noticed the woman slowly rising to her feet, eyes blazing with fury. "Fake? My last name is Sitri," she said coldly, her piercing gaze locked firmly on Snape's face. "I am Serafall Sitri. And who the hell do you think you are, accusing my darling Harry of not being MY son?"
Snape suddenly felt the temperature plummet dramatically, an icy chill spreading rapidly through the air. He involuntarily shivered.
"Explain yourself, Professor Snape," Dumbledore's calm voice held a firm edge now, clearly displeased with his accusations.
Snape swallowed thickly, realizing too late that he might have made a terrible mistake.
Snape shifted nervously, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable under the intense gazes from both Dumbledore and the stunning woman named Serafall. He cleared his throat awkwardly, looking down at the floor as he muttered, "I... I figured it out last night. It just became clear to me after thinking it over carefully."
Dumbledore gave a long, weary sigh, looking at Snape with an expression that bordered on pity. "And were you perhaps drinking when you reached this rather unique conclusion, Severus?"
Snape sputtered indignantly, heat rising to his pale cheeks. "That—that has nothing to do with it!" he protested weakly. But as he spoke, he realized with sinking embarrassment that yes, he had been drinking—quite heavily, in fact.
He quickly diverted his gaze from Dumbledore's knowing eyes, turning instead to face the strangely dressed yet undeniably attractive woman who was still glaring at him.
Snape scowled slightly, his voice sharp with suspicion as he finally addressed her directly. "And who exactly are you? How in Merlin's name could you possibly be Harry's mother? Lily Evans was obviously his mother!"
For a moment, the fierce anger on Serafall's beautiful face seemed to pause. "Magic makes all things possible, dear professor," she said with a playful lilt in her voice, leaning forward slightly with an enticing smirk. "One of my very favorite spells, for example, allows me to grow a certain delightful tool between my legs, making all sorts of fun activities possible. You see, Lily discovered she rather enjoyed when I—"
"Please stop!" Dumbledore interrupted hastily, holding up a hand in a desperate bid for decorum. "We do not need any graphic explanations!"
Serafall pouted adorably at the interruption, crossing her arms beneath her ample chest with a disappointed sigh. "Spoilsports," she muttered playfully, sticking her tongue out briefly at the Headmaster.
Snape felt his face heat even further, thoroughly mortified and astonished by this revelation. "I—I had no idea Lily was... inclined towards women like that," he mumbled weakly, his voice faint with a mix of embarrassment and disbelief. His heart twisted painfully at the thought of Lily keeping such an important part of herself hidden from him for so long. "How did the two of you even meet?" Snape finally demanded, bitterness seeping into his tone as he asked the question that gnawed unpleasantly at his mind.
Serafall shrugged lightly, her expression carefree yet teasing. "It was just a one-night stand, honestly," she explained casually. "But from what Lily told me that night, she'd been secretly involved with a girl named Marlene during her school years, long before she ended up marrying that cheating husband of hers, James Potter."
Snape felt as though he'd been punched squarely in the gut. The room seemed to spin around him, his mind struggling to accept the painful truth of what he'd just heard. Lily had been in a long-term relationship with someone else all those years at school, and she'd never trusted him enough to confide in him. Or perhaps, a darker part of his mind whispered bitterly, she'd always known he was hopelessly in love with her and had deliberately kept him at arm's length, afraid to hurt him even further.
Dumbledore cleared his throat pointedly, clearly uncomfortable with the current topic, and swiftly changed the subject. "Now, Severus, what exactly is the issue you mentioned regarding young Harry Sitri? Did something unusual occur in potions class today?"
Snape scowled, feeling the sting of humiliation again as he recalled the incident clearly.
He took a deep breath, struggling to regain some composure before responding. "Yes, Headmaster," he muttered bitterly, his voice strained with disbelief. "Mr. Sitri did something completely impossible. He managed to produce today's assigned potion—a perfect sleeping draught—in less than five seconds. All he did was fill his cauldron with water and then carelessly dump in every single ingredient at once. No cutting, no stirring, no precise timing—nothing. Yet somehow, the potion came out flawless!"
It was impossible!
Dumbledore's face showed genuine intrigue. Slowly, he turned toward Serafall, whose confident smirk deepened, clearly pleased at the astonished reactions.
"Do you perhaps have an explanation for this remarkable phenomenon, Miss Sitri?" Dumbledore asked, carefully studying her expression.
Serafall lifted her chin slightly, her vivid blue eyes sparkling with pride. "That's simply the magic of the Sitri family at work," she said confidently. "We've always been master potion makers, able to effortlessly do what others deem impossible. Our affinity with water magic grants us a natural control and instinctive understanding of all water-based potions!"
Dumbledore stroked his beard thoughtfully, nodding in apparent understanding. "Family magic can indeed be both fascinating and extraordinary," he remarked. "Throughout wizarding history, there have been many such cases of unique inherited abilities."
Snape felt a bitter jealousy rising within him. As Hogwarts' potions master, the idea of someone performing effortlessly what he had spent DECADES painstakingly perfecting was deeply unsettling and irritating.
Yet he knew family magic was undeniably real. His mind flashed briefly to the Black family—particularly the irritatingly gifted Nymphadora Tonks, who had attended Hogwarts only a few years prior. Tonks' complete control over her appearance had been a constant source of annoyance, particularly when she used her ability for childish pranks.
Snape suddenly realized something else. His eyes narrowed as he turned sharply toward Serafall. "Wait a moment—there's another new student here named Sitri. Sona Sitri, isn't she?" he asked accusingly, his tone edged with dread and irritation. "Will she have the same ridiculous, unfair ability as Harry?"
Serafall grinned even wider, clearly amused by his obvious discomfort. She nodded proudly, leaning forward with an annoyingly cheerful expression. "Absolutely! Sona is my adorable younger sister! Naturally, she shares the same wonderful family talent!"
Snape groaned internally. He remembered Sona Sitri was a Ravenclaw student. He would have her in his afternoon potions class, meaning he would once again be forced to watch as another Sitri effortlessly mocked his carefully crafted curriculum.
Snape narrowed his eyes suspiciously at Serafall, finally pushing aside his shock and discomfort to confront the unexpected visitor directly. He squared his shoulders. "If I might ask, Miss Sitri, what exactly brings you here?"
Dumbledore gently cleared his throat, nodding in agreement as he fixed his curious gaze on Serafall. "Indeed, Miss Sitri, we were just about to discuss the reason for your visit before Professor Snape's rather dramatic entrance..."
Snape felt a hot flush rise in his cheeks once more and quickly turned his head slightly away, scowling fiercely in embarrassment at the Headmaster's gentle rebuke.
Serafall, however, stood confidently with a dazzling smile on her lips. "I'm here to discuss the upcoming school tournament!" she announced cheerfully, clasping her hands excitedly in front of her.
Dumbledore looked mildly puzzled, stroking his long white beard thoughtfully. "Ah, yes, the Triwizard Tournament. Did you perhaps have any concerns about its arrangements? Would you prefer we reconsider or perhaps stop the tournament altogether?"
Serafall shook her head quickly, her eyes wide and horrified at the mere suggestion. "Of course not! A year-long school tournament sounds super-duper fun! I'm absolutely certain that my beloved son Harry and my darling sister Sona will have an amazing time participating!"
Snape inwardly groaned again, wondering how many more headaches these two particular students were going to cause him. And why was she so CERTAIN that her family members were going to be picked as Hogwarts' champions?
"My main issue, though," she declared pointedly, her voice firm but still cheerful, "is that the tournament ONLY has three events spread out over the whole year! That sounds incredibly BORING, don't you think? And worse yet, it doesn't even start for another whole month! Completely unacceptable! I want to cheer for my Harry-kun and So-tan NOW!" She leaned forward dramatically, pointing directly at Dumbledore, clearly serious. "You need to start the tournament sooner. Tomorrow, if possible! Get all the schools here immediately. And announce that there will be many more thrilling and fun events throughout the entire year!"
Dumbledore exhaled slowly, clearly struggling with how to address Serafall's enthusiasm diplomatically. "Miss Sitri, while your excitement and your incredibly generous donation to Hogwarts are both deeply appreciated, I'm afraid we simply don't have the resources to—"
"No!" Serafall interrupted swiftly. Leaving no room for argument. "If the problem is money, then let's solve that! I will gladly donate another ten million Galleons to Hogwarts today, right now!"
Snape's jaw dropped open, his eyes widening in disbelief at the staggering sum she casually mentioned. The sheer absurdity of donating what was essentially equivalent to a hundred million British pounds was completely overwhelming. Even Dumbledore momentarily lost his composure, coughing and sputtering in shocked disbelief before hastily composing himself.
Quickly regaining his poise, Dumbledore straightened in his chair, his expression shifting shamelessly to eager enthusiasm. "Well, you know what? Starting the tournament earlier certainly sounds like an absolutely fantastic idea!" he declared, nodding his head vigorously. "And I believe our students would genuinely enjoy having a variety of exciting new events throughout the year! Yes, indeed, a splendid idea! You are truly a woman of innovation and great ideas, Lady Serafall!"
"Muahahah! Of course I am!" she cheered happily alongside him.
Snape stood silently, struggling not to openly roll his eyes at Dumbledore's absolute shamelessness! But at the same time, he wondered if he could finally ask for a raise? Fuck it, he might even consider openly apologizing to the arrogant Harry Sitri if he got one!
– Sona –
Sona could admit that she had been incredibly distracted all day, her mind constantly wandering back to yesterday's events in the Forbidden Forest.
Her heart still fluttered wildly every time she thought about the soft, electrifying moment when she had leaned up and kissed Harry! It wasn't just a simple kiss either right in every way imaginable.
Internally, she was squealing and bouncing around with giddy excitement, exactly like one of those overly dramatic protagonists in the shoujo manga her friend Rias always shoved at her. Externally, however, she had merely been staring blankly into space, cheeks flushed pink and eyes distant, replaying the scene over and over again in her head.
She had barely touched her lunch, pushing food around aimlessly on her plate as her mind vividly replayed the gentle brush of Harry's lips.
"Okay, Sona, seriously," came Tsubaki's amused voice, breaking through her dreamy haze. Her best friend and queen nudged her playfully with an elbow, leaning closer. "You've been in another world since this morning. Did something happen yesterday? Did you and Harry finally have sex—?"
Sona's face immediately heated up even further, and she turned sharply toward Tsubaki, eyes widening slightly. "Tsubaki!" she hissed quietly, glancing around quickly to make sure no one else had overheard. "Do you always have to be so blunt? And of course not!"
Tsubaki merely raised an eyebrow, smirking knowingly. "I know, I was just teasing. I know you, my king is too shy to go all the way so fast. But you still have that dreamy, love-struck look you usually mock Rias for having. Did you two finally kiss or what?"
Sona hesitated briefly, biting her lower lip nervously, before finally letting out a soft sigh and nodding slowly. "Yes," she admitted quietly, feeling her heartbeat spike as she said it aloud. "We kissed, Tsubaki. It was… amazing."
"Finally!" Tsubaki whispered excitedly, clapping her hands softly. Her eyes were twinkling with playful amusement as she leaned closer, her voice teasing. "Honestly, I thought you'd never get around to it. You've been pining after him for weeks."
"Oh, shut up," Sona muttered, though a smile tugged at her lips despite herself. She glanced back down at her plate, her heart still racing. "But yeah, it happened. And now, I can't stop thinking about it..."
"I told you kissing Harry Sitri was very nice," Luna Lovegood chimed in dreamily from nearby.
Sona tensed up, immediately feeling a sharp pang of jealousy surge through her chest. She quickly swallowed it down, though she couldn't fully suppress the irritated sigh that escaped her lips. As much as she disliked admitting it, Luna was right—kissing Harry had been wonderful, but the fact that Luna had experienced it first rankled her nerves.
But at the same time, Luna was a nice girl, and Sona could see her future self getting along with the blonde much better than she had any of the girls in her old peerage. That is, unless Harry wanted to claim the girl for himself first. They hadn't discussed any of that yet. Sona wondered if Harry even remembered the fact that he had been gifted a set of evil pieces?
A flurry of curious whispers and excited murmurs broke out around their section of the Ravenclaw table. Luna's soft voice, had clearly carried further than she intended.
"Wait, did someone kiss Harry Sitri?" one girl asked eagerly, leaning forward so abruptly she nearly toppled over her plate.
Luna's usually distant gaze sharpened slightly. "I did," she announced.
Several Ravenclaw girls gasped dramatically, their expressions shifting quickly from surprise to admiration. "You're seriously lucky, Luna! Harry's so handsome," one girl gushed excitedly.
"When did Loony Lovegood suddenly get so cool?" another girl exclaimed, looking genuinely impressed.
Hearing the insulting nickname, Sona immediately straightened, her eyes flashing dangerously. She fixed the group of girls with an icy glare. The common room had been abuzz the previous night after she had bluntly stated that bullying or insults toward fellow housemates would not be tolerated, reinforcing her words with a clear display of her intimidating aura. According to Tsubaki, Sona could be quite intimidating when she wanted to be.
Under her intimidating stare, the girls quickly quieted down, looking slightly uncomfortable and shifting nervously in their seats. Satisfied, Sona was about to return to her thoughts when one girl hesitantly cleared her throat.
"Um, excuse me, Miss Sona, you're Harry Sitri's aunt, aren't you?" she asked timidly.
"That's right," Sona confirmed coolly, raising a questioning eyebrow as she wondered where this was heading.
The girl fidgeted slightly, avoiding Sona's intense gaze before finally gathering her courage. "Is it true that Harry's real father is Sirius Black?"
Sona's jaw nearly dropped at the sheer absurdity of the question. "Absolutely not!" she snapped bluntly, shaking her head sharply. "Harry doesn't have a father at all. My older sister Serafall sired him with Lily Evans."
"Oh," the girl replied, relief evident on her face as she nodded eagerly alongside her friends. "That actually makes much more sense."
"Why on earth would you even ask something so ridiculous in the first place?"
The girl looked uncomfortable, glancing around for support before one of her friends spoke up bravely. "Well, it's that Gryffindor boy Ron Weasley, and a bunch of his friends. They've been spreading that rumor all morning. They say Draco Malfoy started it first, but they're making sure everyone hears it. Honestly, we all thought it was nonsense, just jealous guys acting out. Obviously, because no girls are going to want to date either of them."
"They're obviously just bitter and jealous. We were going to spread the word that it's all nonsense anyway!" Another girl added. "By dinnertime, both of their reputations will be ruined, because they're obviously liars!"
If there was one thing in this world that moved faster than light speed, it was the gossiping of schoolgirls.
"I'd deeply appreciate that," Sona responded gratefully.
Her gaze hardened as it shifted across the bustling Great Hall, zeroing in on the redheaded Gryffindor with a rat perched on his shoulder. Her expression darkened further, a fierce protectiveness rising sharply within her. She had no idea why that filthy troublemaker was determined to slander her beloved nephew with such vile rumors, but she was absolutely certain of one thing. Ron Weasley was going to regret spreading his hateful lies.
Sona would personally see to it.
Sona had been so utterly distracted by the ridiculous gossip and her growing irritation at the rumors being spread about Harry, that she didn't notice the familiar, exuberant presence quickly approaching her from behind.
Not until her queen Tsubaki suddenly let out a startled squeak and quickly dove out the way!
Before Sona could react, a sudden force collided into her, sending her sprawling backward off the bench. She gasped in surprise, her arms flailing instinctively as she fell onto something impossibly soft and bouncy. Her face was immediately smothered by a pair of warm, ample breasts, leaving her momentarily stunned and breathless.
"So-Tan! My adorable little sister!" a cheerful, unmistakable voice cried happily, wrapping enthusiastic arms around Sona in a crushingly affectionate embrace.
Sona sighed deeply, her annoyance mingling with resigned fondness as she recognized the voice of her older sister, Serafall. She squirmed slightly beneath her sibling's overly enthusiastic hug, her cheeks flushing bright red from embarrassment and mild frustration. "Serafall, honestly! Must you always make such an entrance?" Sona muttered, her voice muffled by the warm softness of her sister's chest. She pushed gently but firmly at Serafall's shoulders, trying to regain at least a small bit of dignity.
Ignoring her sister's protests completely, Serafall simply squeezed tighter. "I missed you soooo much, So-Tan! I just had to come and see how my precious little sister was doing at her new school Hogwarts!" she exclaimed loudly, attracting curious stares from nearby students who had stopped eating to watch the scene unfold with wide eyes and amused grins.
Sona already knew that so many weird rumors were about to start up because of this moment!
Finally managing to extract herself from the hug, Sona sat up, straightening her glasses and smoothing her slightly ruffled hair. She shot her sister a mildly exasperated glare, though it softened quickly at the sight of Serafall's earnest and eager expression. "Did you really have to tackle me in the middle of lunch?" Sona scolded lightly, adjusting her robes and trying to regain her composure as Tsubaki chuckled quietly beside her.
"Absolutely!" Serafall declared with an enthusiastic nod, completely unfazed by Sona's embarrassment. "I'm sorry I wasn't here for your first day—believe me, it broke my heart! But I made sure to come today to surprise you. Aren't you super proud of your big sister, coming all the way here just to check on her favorite little sister on her second day of school!?" Her head then rapidly darted around. "And where's Harry? I don't see him anywhere."
– Hermione –
Harry and Hermione were skipping lunch.
Hermione's breath came in short, shallow gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly as Harry pressed her firmly against the broom closet wall. The rough texture scraped lightly against her back, making her even more aware of how exposed she was. Harry's mouth was hot and insistent, tracing fiery kisses along her neck, teeth grazing gently against her sensitive skin, sending electric shivers down her spine.
Her eyes fluttered closed, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly as his fingers traced slow, deliberate circles around her bare nipples. Each teasing pinch and gentle tug sent sharp jolts of pleasure straight down to her navel, making her whimper softly.
"Harry," she gasped softly, arching her back slightly to press her breasts harder into his hands. Hermione felt utterly consumed by the sensations, her entire body aflame with excitement and need. Harry moved one hand slowly downward, trailing fingertips along her waist, making her shudder at the tantalizing touch. His lips returned to hers, capturing them in a deep, heated kiss, tongues dancing together urgently.
She pressed her body closer, feeling the unmistakable hardness pressing insistently against her thigh through his trousers. Hermione shifted her hips instinctively, rubbing gently against him, eliciting a throaty groan from Harry. His hands tightened around her waist, fingers digging gently into her soft skin as he pressed his body even closer, deepening their embrace.
Panting softly, Hermione reluctantly broke the kiss, looking up into Harry's intense, lust-filled gaze. His darkened eyes held hers with a hunger that made her entire body tremble in anticipation. She leaned in again, kissing him deeply once more, her hands exploring the toned muscles of his chest and abdomen.
Harry suddenly broke the passionate kiss with Hermione, pulling away sharply, his eyes wide with sudden alertness! "Uh-oh, when did SHE get here!? I didn't even sense her till just now!"
Hermione's heart skipped a beat as she watched his startled expression, feeling a quick wave of anxiety sweep over her. She opened her mouth to ask him what was wrong, but before she could form the words, the unmistakable sound of loud footsteps echoed from the other side of the door.
She quickly glanced at Harry, trying to reassure herself. "It's alright," she whispered softly, "I put the strongest locking charm I know on it. No one's getting through—"
CRACK!
Her words were abruptly cut off by an explosive cracking noise. Both of them jumped in shock as the heavy door was violently ripped completely off its hinges, sending splinters and debris flying everywhere in the hallway. Hermione didn't have time to cover herself or her topless chest, when a dazzling figure burst into the closet with them.
"Harry, there you are!" a vibrant, cheerful voice rang out, loud and unapologetic. Hermione stared wide-eyed as Lady Serafall Leviathan was right there with the two of them.
Before either Hermione or Harry could react, the woman lunged forward enthusiastically, pulling both of them into a tight, crushing hug. Hermione gasped as her face was pressed firmly into the soft, overwhelming warmth of the woman's enormous chest, feeling her cheeks flush bright red.
Was this really happening right now!?
"I've missed you so much, Harry! And hi, Hermione!" the woman declared joyfully, squeezing them even tighter. "You both looked like you were having fun!"
Hermione's mind spun, her embarrassment quickly mixing with disbelief and bewilderment. They were having fun, but now she was freaking mortified!
She can't believe they got caught by Harry's mom! What was Serafall even doing at Hogwarts!?
Serafall simply laughed brightly, the sound echoing cheerfully down the hallway, completely oblivious to Hermione's profound embarrassment. Without any hesitation, she grabbed Hermione's and Harry's wrists and began dragging them enthusiastically out of the broom closet..
"Come on, you two!" Serafall said joyfully, her voice bubbly and carefree. "I can't stay very long, but we have to have lunch together! My adorable So-tan is already waiting for us back in the Great Hall!"
"That sounds great, Mom, honestly," Harry said earnestly, giving Hermione a sheepish, apologetic smile as he stumbled slightly beside her, struggling to keep up with his energetic mother. His eyes briefly flickered down to Hermione's still-bare chest, cheeks flushing slightly as he quickly turned back to Serafall. "But, um, could you please let my girlfriend put her shirt back on first? I'd rather not have the entire school seeing her half-naked."
Serafall paused abruptly, glancing back at Hermione with playful interest. Her eyes dropped deliberately to Hermione's exposed chest, lingering appreciatively before meeting her embarrassed gaze again with a mischievous grin. "Very nice indeed," she declared openly, nodding her approval. "No wonder my son is so fond of you!"
Hermione's face burned intensely, embarrassment flooding her body. Yet, despite herself, a strange sense of pride surged within her. As a dedicated devil worshipper, receiving such explicit praise from a powerful Maou like Serafall was undeniably flattering. Struggling to find her voice through her embarrassment, Hermione shyly but sincerely murmured, "Thank you, Lady Serafall…" Quickly tugging her shirt back on and straightening herself out, Hermione finally managed to regain some composure. Still flustered, she curiously asked, "What exactly are you doing at Hogwarts, anyway? And are you even allowed to just casually have lunch with us like this?"
Serafall giggled mischievously, placing one elegant finger playfully against her lips. "Tehe, of course I am! I just donated ten million more Galleons to your school!" she announced proudly, eyes sparkling with sheer delight at their astonished reactions. "Headmaster Dumbledore was so grateful, he gave me a free pass to visit whenever I want for the next couple of years! Isn't that super amazingly wonderful!?"
– ??? –
Later that night, the dim light of a solitary candle cast flickering shadows across the second-floor girls' bathroom. The room was silent, empty of life, except for a cloaked figure that stood motionless, clutching a worn, black diary tightly in their hands. The figure paused briefly, carefully listening to make sure they hadn't been followed.
Satisfied they were alone, they stepped forward toward a specific sink, whispering a soft, hissing word in Parseltongue. With a deep grinding noise, the sink slowly slid aside, revealing a dark, yawning opening beneath.
Without hesitation, the figure stepped forward, descending carefully into the hidden passageway below.
The passageway was damp and cold, filled with stale air that stung their nostrils and made breathing difficult. The figure moved silently yet swiftly, their footsteps muffled by the thick layer of grime and mud on the tunnel's floor. Around them lay scattered piles of bones, long-dead creatures that had ventured too far into this secretive realm, now forever entombed in the darkness.
The air grew colder and heavier with each step, thick with the pungent smell of decay and ancient, forgotten magic. Yet the figure pressed forward confidently, guided by a single purpose.
Finally reaching the end of the tunnel, the figure stood before an immense, stone door intricately carved with serpentine patterns. They paused, raising their hooded head slightly, before whispering another string of hissing words into the oppressive silence.
The stone door responded immediately, rumbling open with a sound like rolling thunder, revealing the dark grandeur of the Chamber of Secrets. Torches flared suddenly to life, casting eerie, flickering shadows over massive stone pillars carved into coiled serpents, and a towering statue of a severe-faced wizard whose cold, penetrating gaze seemed to judge all who entered.
"Master, you have returned!" a voice hissed eagerly, echoing from the shadows.
"Yes," they replied softly, their voice calm and filled with quiet confidence. "I've come back to finish what I started. This year is going to be glorious! We get to spread terror and fear against the mudbloods of not just Hogwarts, but two other magical schools that are soon to send their students here! And not just that, but this year Hogwarts has gained a new student, a young man who has greatly robbed me of my glory and done irrevocable damage to my great cause! I want him to suffer."
"Tell me this young man's name, Master, and I promise you I'll kill him~"
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