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Chapter 91- Clearing The Waters. [R-18]
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"Alright, so what is the first thing you should do when encountering a dark creature?" I ask, my voice loud and clear as I stand at the front of my classroom, addressing the room of sixth-year years who listen to every single one of my words with rapt attention. In response to my question nearly every hand raises up, eager to answer the question posed. I spot a few that keep their hands down, and I know a few of them know the answer while the other ones definitely do not.
For a moment, I contemplate picking one of the ones that don't know, my intrusive thoughts wanting to put one of these kids on the spot and have them be the centre of attention and inevitably fuck up. I remember those days, I really hated that teacher because he kept picking me when I didn't know shit, and I felt like passing it on and taking it out on some of the kids. It's all about passing the hate forward. But I decide not to because I'll just be making enemies for no reason; I know how it feels, and I honestly don't want to waste my time on the idiots. So I pick someone I know knows the answer, my top student in this year.
"Miss Clearwater, please enlighten us," I say, nodding towards the blonde-haired sixth year sitting directly in front of me right at the front of the class. The girl blushes at the attention, happy to have been picked. If there was one word I could use to describe Penelope Clearwater, it would be Christian. A contradiction, I know, because we are all wizards and witches, and none of us are Christian once magic gets involved (I think and assume), but that's how she is. The black headband keeps her shoulder-length blonde hair back. The grey cardigan over her white shirt and tie looks prim and proper. The black straight pleated skirt that went to her knees, and those black flat Sadie shoes, whatever they are called.
"Yes, Professor. The first thing you should do is assess your surroundings and the current situation. If the dark creature has spotted you, the wisest thing to do would be to employ a shield charm so as to give yourself the proper time to identify the dark creature. The most important thing you should do, and what should be done first before engaging the creature, if possible, is to identify what you are facing. With that, you can deal with it more efficiently. A Boggart? Prepare a Riddikulus. A Dementor? A Patronus charm. Knowledge is half the battle, as you have said before, sir." She replies, managing to get it all out in one breath and then trying to suck in more oxygen after depleting her reserves.
"An excellent answer as always, Miss Clearwater. 10 points to Ravenclaw," I say, a pleased smile on my face. Things just go so much more smoothly when you don't have to wait five minutes for an answer, and you can just ignore the useless students. It's not like I am not doing my job, but I am also not going above and beyond. This way, no time is wasted; they learn the answer, and ultimately, it is up to them whether they fail their NEWTS or not. Thankfully, most people know what they are doing, and the dunderheads don't even bother to raise a hand or ask questions, so it is like they don't even exist.
"Alright, that will be it for today. As you are aware, homework has been made much more abundant this year in preparation for your exams. So, I want you all to write me an essay of at least ten inches. This essay will detail the different actions you would take when faced with different dark creatures. I want you to do so for every dark creature that has been covered so far. Luckily for some of you, Miss Clearwater has already mentioned two of them. I expect this to be handed in next week. Dismissed." I say, a bunch of groans ringing out, but by this point, they are used to it, so they start packing up with minimal complaints.
Well, all of them are packing up and rushing out at the moment, with the exception of one student. That student being Miss Penelope Clearwater, who is diligently writing down notes at her desk, fully concentrated. She is such a diligent girl, which is why I have left her for last... no, it's not some sort of sexual thing I'm talking about, but instead, recruiting. Which I suppose could also be viewed in a sexual manner, but in this case, I am completely focused on the academic and professional side of things. I wait patiently as the students file out of the room, eventually just leaving Penelope here, having just finished noting down my words and beginning to pack up.
"Miss Clearwater, I was wondering if you might have a spare moment to discuss some things about your education and your plans for the future?" I say, flashing a dashing smile her way. She looks up from packing away her belongings just in time to catch the full blow of it, and she looks blinded by it, pausing and blinking blearily before excitedly nodding her head. "Of course, Professor Lockhart. I would be very happy to receive advice from a seasoned veteran wizard of your calibre." Damn, she even talked cleverly... Very intelligently? She knew big words, and it was clear she was a very smart girl, something I had been looking for... the smartness, not the girl aspect, because I am in no short supply of that.
"Good. Well then, this will be a private conversation since we are discussing your future. Let's head up to my office, shall we?" I say, waving my wand towards my classroom door, closing and locking it at the same time and then gesturing for her to follow me up the stairs to my office. See, as I have said before to Gemma Farley, my office is strictly reserved for student-teacher business. No funny business planned at all; this is just some good old-fashioned recruiting, trying to snatch up some young, talented whippersnappers to have and my every whim. I am such a creepy guy nowadays. I really need to tone it down. I am just glad I don't say any of this stupid crap out loud, and no one is able to know my stupid, senseless thoughts.
I pull out the chair in front of my desk for her, waiting for her to take a seat on it, which she gingerly does before going behind the desk and taking my own seat, clasping my hands together and looking at her with a gentle smile. "So, first things first, your grades are brilliant; you are at the top of your year. And not just for Defence Against the Dark Arts, I took the liberty of looking at your grades for all of your other subjects, and they are just as good, if not better. So, with grades like this, you can do anything. So... what do you want to do in the future, Penelope? The world is your oyster!" I finish grandiosely, gesturing for her to take the floor.
She looks down at her lap and nervously fiddles with her fingers, her face bright red as she tries to find her words. Out of character for the girl as she is a prefect, and while she is shy and reserved, she is not anti-social or capable of speech. Then again, she is in direct one-on-one contact with me, and I have noticed she is definitely a big fan of mine with how much her eyes are always on me. Finally, though, she finally finds the words. "Professor, my passion is for charms. I love them. I want to focus on Charms solely after Hogwarts and pursue an apprenticeship to become a charms mistress. I want to design and develop charms for all sorts of things, from the mundane to the extraordinary." She finishes, obviously very excited about her passion.
I knew I was right about her, and I am glad I took the step to pursue this even though she is a sixth-year and still has another year to go before the berry can be plucked and harvested. I still hadn't forgotten about one of the other objectives I had when I initially arrived at Hogwarts, and that was to recruit and find talent for my businesses. Of course, I was mainly approaching the seventh-year students as they were soon to leave Hogwarts, the most talented of the bunch just there for the picking, that being the muggle-borns. Of course, being as good as they are at their studies, they have a high opinion of themselves and haven't accepted, but I am willing to play the long game.
Like a good Japanese businessman, I handed them my business card and politely bid them adieu as they went on their little arrogant ways. In the end, they'll come crawling back to me when they realise the best they can get out in the harsh, prejudiced magical world is as a store assistant when I am offering them so much more. They will be back to plead for a job, and some of the more arrogant ones will have the offers diminished a bit, but they will accept nonetheless. Of course, when there is such a talented potential recruit before me, the longer waiting period can just be ignored. Penelope Clearwater was like an older Hermione, just as diligent and bright, and I couldn't not try and get her.
"Hmm, you know, I might just have an opportunity for you, Penelope. What would you think about coming to work for me?" I say, having to put on a show of thinking about it hard before extending the offer. After all, I'm doing her the favor, she isn't someone with offers at the moment. "W-Work for you, Professor?" She asks, her hand coming up to her cheeks as she blushes profusely. "That's right. I have a large R&D facility where I have a bunch of magic tests going on in every aspect of magic. We have a large charms testing section, and we are always willing to take in students to learn and work for us. I've noticed you, Penelope, and I like you; you're a good, diligent girl, which is why I am extending this offer to you." I smile and reach across to take her hands into mine.
"You don't have to accept it right now since you still haven't finished Hogwarts. Take your time and think about it, and once you've left Hogwarts next year, you can send me a letter, and we will fit you in. Okay?" I squeeze her hands, to which she nods her head rapidly up and down, afraid for the offer to be rescinded before she can accept it. With that, I should have a recruit in a year and a half-ish. Great. "Now, is there anything else you want to discuss before we finish this meeting? Anything you want to ask me, Penelope? Anything, no matter what it is. I'm here for you." I say, solidifying the mentor and teacher position and making me more favourable in her eyes.
She hems and haws for a moment, her eyes flickering every which way but always coming back to stare into mine, and her face is really flushing up, and I think she is hyperventilating. Concerned, I start to stroke my thumbs on the backs of her hands, hoping to provide a calming effect, but instead, it makes her freeze entirely, her eyes on me, and then she opens her mouth. "Please take my virginity, Professor Lockhart!" Her hands are now squeezing mine harder, but I can't concentrate on that with the sudden, shocking request, and once I get my wits back, I delve into her mind to see what's going on and if she has ulterior motives.
I find nothing concerning, and I find only one when focusing on her secrets. She is in a relationship with Percy Wesley, a relationship that is mostly just letters and handholding. She really is like a Christian girl, but she is throwing out all of that with the request she just made. "Penelope, as much as I would like to oblige that request, are you not in a relationship with Percy Weasley?" I ask because while I am a horny man, I try not to get in between a fully formed loving couple, and while this isn't that, I think it is on Percy's part. So I ask, waiting for her reply.
She somehow gets even redder. "I-I don't know how you know about that Professor, but he is just a boy, and you are a man. It is only a recent thing with him, and we have only gone as far as holding hands, so it is barely a relationship. I want to have my firsts taken by you, Professor, please." She pleads, but I find myself snorting mentally at her answer. Barely a relationship? You've been together a year, and the handholding is a concession you just made about a week ago, not letting Percy even touch you. And now you want to get on the fast track and give it all up to me?
Wait, why am I even deliberating on this? At the very least, this will definitely make her more favourable towards me, and she will definitely work for me in the future. "Okay, Penelope. I will take your virginities." I say as if she had pulled my leg on this. She laughs joyfully, her expression a pure expression of happiness.
She didn't notice that I said virginities, as in multiple.
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"H-How do I start?" Penelope asks, suddenly nervous and unsure. Not unsure in that she didn't want to go through with it, undure in that she didn't know how to go about it. She is a real Christian girl, and I am ready to teach her everything she needs to know. "For now, you just sit back and relax and let me whisk you away. You can learn more of the intricacies later on, but for now, just leave it to me." I get up and round the table, grabbing a hold of her chair and making it turn away from the desk. I then kneel down before her, and start with taking her shoes off.
After all, this is her first time, and I would be loath to be uncouth about it. I made that mistake drunkenly when with Nym, and I really wish I could have made it better for her. It's not that it was bad, but it still stung me. That's why I am going to give this experience to Penelope here before ruining her even more later tonight. I start slowly, removing her shoes and then her black stockings, and then I move up and remove her cardigan; all the while, I kiss every inch of her body. Her hands are in my hair, holding on as I begin the ride.
Soon after, I am removing her shirt and her skirt, my hands rubbing and caressing her smooth, healthy skin that is without blemish. Her moans are getting louder, and then I remove her bra, indulging myself in her breasts and licking and sucking, lightly pulling on the pink nipples with my teeth. I then go lower, removing her white cotton panties and dragging them off of her legs. And then my tongue is licking, flicking, and I am sucking to get her good and prepared as much as I can before introducing her to my pocket monster. She cums like it's the first time she ever had, and now that I think about it, it is.
I quickly realised I had made her have her first orgasm before her first kiss, so I got rid of the juices on my mouth and tongue using my wand and then went and kissed her gently at first. And then, it gets more passionate as tongues get involved, her hands on my face and mine on hers, and spit and saliva are generously exchanged. Moving things along, I grab one of her hands and move it towards my lower body, and she shows that she is a clever girl because she starts to rub me over the pants, feeling up my cock and making it grow bigger.
"Are you ready?" I pull back and ask, and she nods with a smile. With all the confirmation and consent I need given, I use a spell and take my clothes off instantly, not bothering on wasting anyore time. My cock springs free, bouncing up and down in the air, and it takes all of her attention. Her hand hesitatingly reaches out for it, and I give her all the time she needs, letting her go at her own pace. And then her dainty hand is wrapped around my girth, slowly stroking up and down with fascination on her face as she stares at it intently. She gets faster and faster, and it reaches the point where I am more than raring to get to the main course.
"You are a quick learner as always, Penelope. But let's move on to the highlight of the evening." I say, and she breaks out of her fugue, once more remembering that my appendage is actually attached to a fully functioning (haha) sentient (again, haha) man. "Y-Yes Professor, let's do it." And with that, I pick her up by the waist and sit her down on my desk, and then thinking better of it, I swish my wand and make cushions sprout across it, making her more comfortable. Lining myself up, I start to slowly push in, leaning forward and clasping my hands with her and then, at the same moment I am kissing her, I thrust and break through the barrier and take her virginity.
"Merlin!" She screams, and I let her get used to it before starting to thrust again. She loves it, her arms around my neck and her legs around my back. It isn't long before I reach my limit and spray forth my seed into her depths, to which she screams in delight. With that, the kiddie wheels are off, and it is time to get more serious and fun all at the same time.
After all, I did say I would be taking her virginities today. By the end of our time together, she no longer has any more firsts to give. Sorry Percy.
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I really wanted to get more writing done, but a lot of Uni assignments are due, and the deadlines are getting closer, so I have to focus on that. I will be getting the one a week out, though I did want to get back to writing my other stories as well, maybe in the Christmas holidays.
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Chapter 92- Frozen Water.
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"Right, well. I do hope you think about my offer once you graduate, Penelope. I can't wait to have someone as talented as you working under me." I tell Penelope Clearwater as I walk her through my classroom and towards the exit so she can leave and go catch her next class. Thankfully, I did catch her at lunch, so we did have some time, but unfortunately, not enough to give her the full experience though. I did do everything there was to do, just not as much as I would have liked to. Still, a good time was had by all and I made sure to help tidy herself up and do a few spells to make her feel better.
I open the door and gently help her through and out into the corridor. "And, should the mood ever strike, feel free to come and seek me out. I would be happy to entertain you once again." Penelope turns around with a wince, still having some difficulty adjusting to walking after what we did, and goes to reply to me with red cheeks. "Entertaining? And how were you doing that, Professor? Regaling her with tales of your heroic adventures?" A dry voice cuts through the air that is distinctly not the Ravenclaw's voice, and I look to the side to see the source of the sound.
There, leaning against the wall beside the door to my classroom, is Gemma Farley, her face calm and nonplussed, looking at the both of us with a smile on her face like nothing is wrong, though her words do lend to the fact that that might be wrong. "P-Professor Lockhart was merely entertaining my company; I was asking him for his insights on a particular matter." Penelope stutters, trying to cover up what we were actually doing, but I get the feeling that Gemma isn't fooled in the slightest. In fact, I would hedge my bets that she is, in fact, fully aware of what has occurred, as she knows my striking personality.
"Really? Because I was wanting to ask Professor Lockhart for his insight as well. In fact, I was so desperate for his insight that I have been waiting here since lunch began, and now lunch is nearly finished and the next class is about to begin. Whatever you needed the Professor's insight for, it must have been very hard to take this long." Gemma says, her words flat and said with no other nuance, though they make Penelope blush to the extremes, and I get the feeling that the girl is about to explode, so I intervene on her behalf.
"Right, well, I am sure you both need to get to class as they are starting soon, so you better get going," I say, trying to bring it to a close to this and move on from it because it was starting to become painful. "Actually, Professor, the insight I need from you shouldn't take much time, so I'll entertain you for now if that's okay?" Gemma says, smiling at me. I repress the sigh that is building up and just give her a nod. She nods back happily before turning to look at Penelope, who just looks confused back at her.
That is until Gemma raises an eyebrow, and Penelope gets the message and hurries to scurry away. "W-Well then, I better be on my way. See you later, Professor Lockhart." Penelope says back as she walks away as fast as she can, which isn't that fast, and she is walking quite awkwardly. If Gemma didn't know before, she defintely does know on account of the awkward walking of Penelope as she rounds the corner and goes out of sight. And with that, I turn back to Gemma, who looks at me patiently, but I know she doesn't actually need help with anything, so I don't say anything. I refuse to speak first.
"I don't care if you fuck other girls, Professor. You will find that I am very accommodating, as you have no doubt already discovered. In fact, I could even bring some other girls from Slytherin over to help me serve you if that is what you want. I have a lot of blackmail and favours to cash in, and they can only obey. "Gemma speaks with devotion, that obsessed glint in her eyes as she places her hand on my chest and trails up and down, caressing me. "All that I ask is that you don't forget about me. No matter how many bitches you dump your cum in, don't forget about me." She pushes me backwards and through the door to my classroom, closing it and locking it behind her.
Damn, she really wants to marry me, doesn't she? She wants my wealth and my fame, and she is ready to give me anything to get it. And I bet she got addicted to the sex as well, which can't be helped as I am pretty good at it with all of the people I've been getting with since I woke up in this world. "Don't worry, Gemma, I won't forget to dump my cum in you." I can't help but say that since she set me up perfectly for it, plus I didn't expect any retribution from her since she always goes along with what I say.
Case in point, she just smiles and begins to kneel down before me. There is no rest for the wicked, and I am most definitely wicked.
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It was finally Saturday, which meant it was time for the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, and everyone was in attendance. Well, nearly everyone. I am currently in the teacher stands, and I used to be sat next to Professor Minerva McGonagall. It was today that I had decided to rest and relax and just watch some Quidditch, however the game was taking quite a while to get started, and so I decided to have some fun. I was pestering Minerva and trying to get her to give me a secret handjob in the stand surrounded by all our colleagues, obviously with magic helping to hide it.
If Madam Hooch was up here, she would have started getting me off straight away, even without any magic to hide it, being the adventurous spirit she is. Unfortunately, she was to referee the match, so she was out, and Aurora was more likely to grab my balls and rip them off, which left me with Minerva. Honestly, I didn't even really want a handy that much; it was more Minerva's resistance and behaviour that was providing me with pleasure. She was insulting me and discreetly slapping my hand away, but she was definitely blushing. In the end, she fled, claiming that she had to go and check on the school, but I knew it was because she was close to giving in.
So now I am sitting here, my back against the seat and my neck tilted back so I can calmly watch the sky, cloud gazing just like a Nara. This actually gave me a bit of time to contemplate Minerva and her recent drastic changes. You see, me and I had been regularly hitting each other up for fun, both of us needing some stress relief, but clearly, it was proving to be much more stress-relieving for her. Why do I say that? Well, because she would usually have to use potions to return her youth so we could do the hanky panky, but with me getting rid of her stress, her magic helped her out.
That's right. Minerva actually naturally looks young and beautiful now. She's a cougar in her forties, and she's really hot. Super hot, with slight wrinkles and crow's feet, which just add to her sexiness and a few strands of elegant grey, but everything else is in grade-A condition. Now, she was actually using spells and potions to age her up and make her look older, not wanting anybody to realise she was looking young and hot now. She mostly uses glamour charms, and no one suspects her of using them to make her look older. So, no one knows, which means it's just our little secret. She is definitely a lot more fun now, that is for sure.
Hmm, oh, look, the games are actually starting. The teams walked out onto the field to tumultuous applause. Oliver Wood took off for a warm-up flight around the goalposts whilst Madam Hooch released the balls. The Hufflepuffs, who played in canary yellow, were standing in a huddle, having a last-minute discussion of tactics. All of the players came out and were now taking to the sky, warming themselves up. Harry Potter was the last one out and was just mounting his broom when I saw Professor McGonagall appear coming out a few moments after Harry.
Look at that; she couldn't resist and ended up coming back to the game, but why is she down there and not up here with the rest of the teachers? That is when I see her come half marching, half running across the pitch, carrying an enormous purple megaphone in her hands. I could literally feel the atmosphere dip, and everybody's heart drop like a stone. No doubt everybody understood that today's match would not be proceeding so smoothly. Or maybe not at all.
"This match has been cancelled," Professor McGonagall called through the megaphone, addressing the packed stadium. There were boos and shouts from every single direction. Oliver Wood, looking devastated, landed and ran toward Professor McGonagall without getting off his broomstick. It was quite funny looking, his broom scraping along on the ground behind him. Sensing that something urgent has obviously come up, I know I have to get down there.
Looking ahead of me, I spot a Gryffindor Quidditch player just hovering before the teacher's stand, close enough for me to grab onto her. Shuffling my way forward, I reach the front and see that it is actually Alicia Spinnet, a Gryffindor Chaser who is just hovering there, not knowing what to do. Well, I know what to do. "Miss Spinnet, do you mind giving me a lift down there? Thank you." I say quickly and without waiting for a reply I leap off of the stands and land on the broom behind Alicia who only has time to let out a startled cry before my arms are wrapping around her body and taking hold of the broom, resting control away from her.
I don't actually know how a broom would work with two people on it, both trying to control it, but however it works, it has given me full control of it. Controlling the broom, I make it shoot directly for where Professor McGonagall is on the ground, and surprisingly, aside from the first startled exclamation, Alicia Spinnet hasn't said anything and just let me take over. Oh, wait, there it is. She has put her hands on top of mine, and she is pressing herself back into me, slyly grinding on me.
Alicia Spinnet is a naughty one, but unfortunately for her, she is just a fifth-year student, and I'm pretty sure she is too young, which means I ignore everything she does. Also, unfortunately for her, we have now arrived on the ground, and I promptly hop off the broom and walk away from her, not even acknowledging her ministrations. I walk up to the crowd of players surrounding Minerva just in time to catch the tail end of Wood's fierce argument. "But, Professor!" he shouted. "We've got to play - the cup, Gryffindor -" Yes, sound argument indeed.
Professor McGonagall just ignored him as he wasn't listening to reason and continued to shout through her megaphone. "All students are to make their way back to the House common rooms, where their Heads of Houses will give them further information. As quickly as you can, please!" Then she lowered the megaphone, and I took the opportunity to enquire about what was going on. "Minerva?" I said, and that's all I have to say for her to understand me. She looks at me and shakes her head no.
"Not here... and it is better if I just show you." She then beckoned Harry over to her, and seeing the boy come over whilst giving me a look of distrust, I knew something had gone wrong today. If Harry is involved, then it is definitely Voldemort, and I can only wonder what the hell he has done now. And why would it involve Harry? I was sure he was ignoring the boy and focusing on his task. "Potter, I think you'd better come with me." She says, Harry just nods and starts to follow her as she walks away.
I guess at this point, he is used to the teachers pulling him away, and just looking at the expression on his face, I can tell he is feeling fed up and wondering how everyone could possibly suspect him this time. I followed behind, the pace very quick with McGonagall's marching. We were nearing the exit of the grounds when I saw Ron detach himself from the complaining crowd and come running up to us as we set off toward the castle. "Yes, perhaps you'd better come, too, Weasley…" Minerva added, and we were on our way again, with no one speaking.
I guess whenever Harry is involved, Ron and Hermione have to be, too. I really want to ask questions, but Minerva isn't saying anything, so I am not going to either. A solid front by the teachers; it's just how things go as a teacher. I was more curious how the speedy little shit managed to get down here from the stands so quickly. He must have rushed since he left Hermione behind as he chased after Harry. Bros before hoes, I can respect that, Ron. I don't live by it however, I have no bros... that sounds quite sad actually, so I'm not going to think about it.
Some of the students continued swarming around us, grumbling about the match being cancelled, while others looked worried and concerned for the boys. No one follows, however, knowing better than to follow a serious Professor McGonagall around. We all go back into the school silently, walking with purpose and up the marble staircase. But as we continued to walk, I noticed the direction we were going, and I got a very bad feeling in the pit of my stomach that grew worse as we neared our destination before finally, we stopped before the dreaded doors.
"This will be a bit of a shock," said Professor McGonagall in a surprisingly gentle voice as we approached the infirmary. "There has been another attack… two students this time." No, this shouldn't be happening. I changed things. Harry never found Tom Riddle's diary, which means the golden trio never found out about what happened fifty years ago and why they couldn't have gotten enough clues for Hermione to go to the research and look for the answer. So how the hell has this still happened? Is this fucking fate?
When Professor McGonagall pushed the door open for us to enter, Hermione was not the first person I saw. Instead, I saw Madam Pomfrey, who was bending over a fifth-year girl with curly blonde hair. "Hermione!" Ron groaned as both he and Harry rushed over to the other bed beside the fifth-year girl, on top of which was Hermione, who lay utterly still, her eyes open and glassy. However, my focus was entirely on Penelope Clearwater, who is also petrified. It just doesn't make sense; Hermione had no reason to be at the library, and neither did Penelope, and Riddle didn't need to petrify anyone anymore.
I look down at Penelope, a strange, painful feeling making itself known in my chest. I had only gotten intimate and familiar with the girl for less than a week, but in that week, she had wormed her way in. I had actually ignored all my other paramours for her since she was just so sweet and innocent, and I was having a lot of fun with her. She even asked me what kind of hair I liked, and I said curly and low and behold, here she was with curly hair. Is it actually destiny for this to occur? I don't understand how things still work out like this, even with everything I've done.
"They were found near the library," said Professor McGonagall. "I don't suppose any of you know what they were up to or anything else that might be helpful?" Professor McGonagall asks, and while Ron immediately shakes his head no, Harry freezes up for a second before also nodding no and going back to looking at Hermione with guilt on his face. Seeing it, I instantly lock on and use my Occlumency to figure out what was going on. Searching his memories, I understand what has occurred.
Harry had sensed the same feeling that he was feeling on everybody else, on Gemma and me, and on Penelope. That was because I was in close quarters with the girl, and the stench of that soul magic was rubbing off on her, a stench which Harry is very perceptive of. Unlike Gemma and me, who he can't just follow or talk to, Penelope is different because he knows Hermione and helps her with questions at the library. Harry enlisted Hermione to check on Penelope, and the girl asked the Ravenclaw for help at the library, which is how they were petrified together.
I can't exactly blame Harry for what he did, though he seems to be mighty suspicious of me, especially with the sly glares he is sending my way. This isn't fate. It is just a coincidence that it happened in a similar way to the original story. What I still don't understand is why they were petrified. Riddle had completely changed his modus operandi and was instead focused on taking possessed students to every corner of Hogwarts, so why did he suddenly attack two students?
"I don't suppose either of you can explain this? It was on the floor next to them…" I hear Minerva say, and I look up briefly to see the object and then look back down at the petrified form of Penelope. Then my head springs back up, and my pupils shrink as I see what is in Minerva's hand.
A small black leather-bound diary.
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Sorry for missing last week, I had another assignment to hand in, and unfrunatley I have another to hand in in about two weeks. So, yeah. I'm trying to get this out, but uni does tiake priority.
Upcoming Chapters:
Hero: Chapter 93- Threats, Taunts and Spiders.
Super: Chapter 95- Salvation Incoming!
Legendary: Chapter 97- It Was Me, ***!
Galactic: Chapter 101- Gilderoy Lockhart and the Chamber of Secrets.
Mythic: Chapter 102- Aftermath.
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