More Classes

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Chapter 11: More Classes

"I think we might be overextending." I admit as I look over the scene before us, making Morrigan go silent, not saying anything. It's a sign of her own shock that she doesn't reply with a snarky remark.

In front of us is a pile of corpses, Centaur, Werewolf and Acromantula, each mauled and twisted, the flesh stripped from the body and countless holes from where they were impaled by... something?

The something becomes clear after I spot some more bodies, still impaled on unnaturally strong branches, bursting from the ground.

"It would appear we have found out why the centaurs wouldn't chase us here... have you ever heard of a Leshen before?" Morrigan asks quietly, watching the shadowy forest, waiting for an attack.

"Vaguely, not enough for me to have any idea how to deal with it." I admit. "This place would make a good lair location... if we can evict the current resident. It's far enough away from the centaurs, and they already fear this place, plus the magic here is... potent. We aren't ready to face... whatever has made this place its home, not yet. I need to do the rituals to gain more power first, then we need to work out the ritual for you." I point out, making her scowl.

"So we flee from some beast?" Morrigan asks, lacking her usual confidence despite her words.

"Would you like to join the pile? We are Slytherins, and jumping into a fight with a foe we know nothing off is something I'd expect from Damian, not you." I point out, watching her scowl before she nods reluctantly.

"Portkeys, then?" Morrigan asks, pulling out her portkey.

"Yeah, we've found a good spot, worked out how far the wards go, and we know what we need to get rid off before we can build the Lair. I'll look into Leshens, I know I've heard the name before... somewhere." I say, placing a hand on hers. I might as well hold onto mine.

Activating it, I could have sworn I saw a large figure watching us in the gloomy depths of the woods, my somewhat better night vision letting me see the outline of something far taller than a man with antlers coming from his head, but we are pulled away before I can look at him with my demonic gaze.

I don't know what it is... but I do know it stands between me and my Lair, and as such it must be defeated. My demon side practically sings in anticipation for a glorious battle, but I force it down.

There's more to wrath than just getting angry, and the thrill of battle seems to fall under it. Annoying, but I can deal with it.

"Gray... I could have handled that dumb brute, but you have my thanks." Morrigan says reluctantly as we arrive in the shrieking shack. "It was... something to watch you, enraged. I'd even say it was... captivating. Wrath suits you." Morrigan said, the slightest hint of a smile on her lips.

"You are mine, and no beast will touch what belongs to me." I say, Greed and Envy will not allow me to share what I have.

"Is that so?" Morrigan asks, a dangerous smirk growing on her face. "And what makes you believe I am your property?"

"Morrigan, Kneel." I order deadpan, watching as she falls to her knees, her body rebelling. "You are mine, you signed your freedom away believing you could defeat, or outsmart, the bindings, and I will never let you go." I say as I walk towards her, gripping her chin and forcing her to look up at me.

Morrigan is a difficult one, and her natural attitude means I need to keep her in her place, or she'll try and take my place... but I also need to keep her happy to stop her from struggling against the bindings non-stop, and she's smart enough to find a way to be a problem, or even a threat, bindings or not.

"You are mine. Serve me well, and I will make you more powerful than you could ever have hoped to become as a mere witch, stronger than Damian, even stronger than mother. But, no matter what happens, you will always be mine." I say as I move my hand, stroking her hair gently. "You may stand."

Moving back, I watch her rise, no barked insults or snarled words at me for taking control of her as she stays silent. It doesn't take a genius or Legilimency to know what she is thinking, not that I could get into her mind without alerting her.

Morrigan has always wanted power, growing up surrounded by women like Yennefer and Triss didn't do any good for her self-esteem, and she has always struggled to match her female role models. Morrigan is an inferiority complex hidden behind a prickly exterior and buried beneath a superiority complex. She's a mixture of arrogant and insecure at the same time, and offering her power enough to surpass mother quells her anger.

Honestly, all the Raum children are a bundle of issues.

Heading through the secret passageway to Hogwarts, we sneak back into our rooms with little issue. Sure, there are some prefects around this late but avoiding them is easy enough if you know the human revealing spell... and how to counter it.

Laying in my bed, I pause as I pull out my grimoire, looking at my essence.

It turns out, murdering someone while you have lost control of your rage is a good way to gain essence, or perhaps the first kill is worth the most as this one gave me a considerable boost.

I should be more... affected by my recent murder, but I just don't care. I don't mind non-humans. Hagrid is pleasant enough when he isn't breeding crimes against humanity, and Flitwick is one of the better teachers in Hogwarts. Goblins are respectable enough, they have a purpose, and they are civilised for beasts, but Centaurs?

How can a race live in huts in a forest and have the gall to think they are better than wizards? Their society hasn't changed in thousands of years, just staring at the stars from their primitive huts, hunting with bows and spears. They are one of the races that I respect the least, they are just so... uncivilised. At least Giants have their strength and magical resistance, living in the mountains away from us, what do the Centaurs have? Nothing but the power to gaze at stars and maybe sometimes get a vague hint of the future. I could do the same with some tea leaves and a crystal ball if I didn't dislike the obscurity of Divinations.

I have just under two-fifty essence, and with how strong the magic is in the Forbidden Forest, that alone would be enough. In the Raum lands, it was much more expensive, but then the Raum lands don't have every magical leyline in Britain crossing under them. I can use the leylines to do most of the work, which is basically how most wards work anyway.

I even have enough to make my Lair already, but... I don't know how long it will take to get rid of the Leshen, it certainly isn't a weak foe after all.

So... perhaps I should spend some essence to increase my demonic powers instead, rather than sit on it while I try and work out how to kill a beast that makes sport of seemingly everything in an ancient enchanted forest.

The grimoire holds the secrets to increase my powers, at the cost of my hard-earned essence... and one thing stands out to me.

Amongst my 'Slave-Type's for Mindslaver, is the Unaware slave type.

With this type, the slave is utterly unaware that they are a slave, they simply believe that following the orders of the caster is the natural thing to do. The potential of having slaves who do not realise they are slaves seems... immeasurable.

Enough that the steep cost of two hundred essences seems practically reasonable, I even have plans for who I would want to use it on early.

But my essence...

It's my Greed, I don't want to give up my precious essence even if I'm getting something back from it, I want everything, and I want it for free, but that's not how this works.

Essence is temporary, and upgraded powers are forever, and it can even get me more servants, so I need to stop being so stubborn.

I might regret this, but I can regain essence over time, and I have four years in Hogwarts. I want my Lair before Christmas, but simply by the end of the school year would be satisfactory for my plans.

The more followers I have, the more I can gather essence, so it's the smartest move currently available.

It almost physically hurts to send my essence into the grimoire, my room filling with a deep red light as it leaves me, and deep within my mind, something clicks as I understand how to bind slaves, their minds unaware of their servitude.

You see, I know exactly who I want to bind first with this new slave type... and I even have a plan forming to help me capture them.

I could go to sleep, but really... why waste a perfectly good night?

Slipping out of my bed, I take a moment to wonder why I'm not even remotely tired, I haven't drunk the sleep replacement potion yet after all, but I can look into the needs of Demons later.

Now I have work to do.

- Poppy Pompfrey -

Getting out of bed, she sighed to herself as she quickly threw on her healer robe. It was something people tended to forget to tell you when you started training to become a healer, that the concept of free time simply ceased to exist.

If someone needed healing at 3am, then you had to get out of bed and do your job, no matter how tired or busy you were. It was why healers didn't tend to be married, having to stop during a date or an intimate moment to go heal someone who had drunkenly misfired their spell one too many would kill any relationship.

So when she got woke up to an alarm spell telling her she was needed in Hogsmeade, she didn't even flinch as she took a single moment to order Shani to keep an ear open for any students who might need help while she was gone, which sometimes happened no matter the time, it was the trouble dealing with a school of hormonal children with the power to reshape reality, there was always the danger of them doing something stupid. It was nice having an assistant for things like this, and keeping good relations with Hogsmeade was important, especially considering the trouble some of their upper years caused the village on occasion.

Heading through the Floo to the Three Broomsticks, she gave Rosmerta a smile as she headed out of the pub and set off towards where the message said she was needed, apparently there had been an accidental magic accident, and someone had gotten hurt, all too common unfortunately as accidental magic was uncontrollable and could be a real problem if it started too young.

"Madame Pompfrey! Thank you so much for coming." a middle-aged wizard said in relief, making her smile.

"It was no problem, what has happened?" she asked as she followed him into the small house quickly.

"Our daughter was tired and started throwing a tantrum after the lightning woke her up, and well... her magic reacted and sent everything flying, including some cutlery." he explained quickly making her sigh. "I put her back to sleep with a Somnus charm, but my wife..."

"Say no more, this shouldn't be a difficult fix if it's just a bit of a stabbing." Poppy said soothingly as she followed him into their bedroom, looking at the bleeding, unconscious witch with a steak knife stuck in her.

The Somnus charm was one she used to put her own difficult patients to sleep, but there were problems with using it too much, especially on a child.

Good, it hadn't been pulled out. She also had a concussion from hitting her head, but she could fix that. Non-magical injuries were no problem for a Healer of her skill.

"You didn't have any potions on hand?" she asked as she started working, seeing an embarrassed look on the wizards face. "I understand." she said kindly, going back to work.

Potion and their ingredients could be expensive, and Hogsmeade wasn't that prosperous, it's only real advantage being it's closeness to Hogwarts. Certain businesses could profit, like the Three Broomsticks and Honeydukes, but others would struggle in such a small village.

Healing her took her only a few minutes, and the woman opened her eyes tiredly as Poppy smiled at her.

"You'll have a bit of a headache tomorrow, but you will make a full recovery quickly enough." Poppy said kindly. "Just take some res-"

She saw the red flash behind her, cutting off her words as she tried to turn around, but she was a healer, not a duellist and the stunning spell struck her in the back far too quickly for her to do anything to stop it.

- Grayson -

"You did well." I say calmly, entering the room to see the Hogwarts Healer unconscious on the floor.

"Thank you, Master." the middle-aged wizard whose name I don't actually know says happily. The unaware slave type is powerful indeed, and as far as he is concerned stunning Poppy for me is just the normal thing to do.

Hogsmeade is a sleepy little village, so safe from it's closeness to Hogwarts that there aren't even any Aurors assigned here, they have to be called here if they are needed except on Hogsmeade weekends.

They also don't have any healers, and Shani has told me that they call for Poppy whenever they need help, since Shani is still a Healer Trainee.

Breaking into this couples house wasn't difficult, I picked them because they live on the edge of town and more importantly they don't have a single ward up, just a simple locking charm on their doors.

I didn't even have trouble getting in.

Hogsmeade is far too sleepy, and capturing and binding the little family wasn't even a challenge.

My plan B was to blame this on Death Eaters if it went south, I'm fairly certain I could do the Morsmordre spell if I needed to.

Will a couple and a seven-year old girl be as useful as Morrigan and Keira? Fuck no, but it does mean I have eyes in Hogsmeade. The wife works at a small diner, and the husband is an owl mail clerk, both unimportant roles that happen to be in a good position to gather information.

"Leave us, go downstairs and watch out to make sure I am uninterrupted." I order him, watching him leave. "You, move her to the bed and strip her." I order the wife as I prepare for the binding ritual for the fourth time tonight.

I'm getting tired, not from lack of sleep but from the frequent bindings.

"Yes, Master." the witch says as she moves Poppy onto the bed, removing her robes and undergarments.

"Oh, also don't call me master unless we are in private." I order, they started doing that immediately after the binding.

"Yes, Master."

"What even is your name? Suppose I should know the name of my slaves." I mutter to myself. I've tested, calling them my slaves has no effect on them, they just can't catch onto their own slavery. Unaware might be the wrong name for it, it's more that they see being my slave as the most natural thing in the world.

To her, serving me is as natural as breathing, pleasing me is as important as eating or looking after her daughter, more so even.

"Nola Stewart, Master." the newly named Nola replies as she moves back, the Healer naked on the bed.

"And your family, what are their names?" I ask as I move over to the bed.

"My daughter is named Natalie, my husband is named Steven." Nola answers immediately.

"Steven? Even his name is boring." I mutter, when you have the power of magic at your fingertips, and you end up a fucking mail clerk or a waitress, you don't deserve respect. It is wasted potential of the highest order.

I ignore the patiently waiting slave as I look over Poppy. Magic is a powerful thing, and even though Poppy has been the Healer since... well, decades I think, she still looks good.

Her breasts are exactly big, but they don't sag either, and she has very few wrinkles.

The magic within our bodies keeps us at our best, for as long as possible, which is why an older witch could pass for a middle-aged muggle, and a middle-aged witch could pass for a muggle in her early twenties.

Professor McGonagall and Sprout, for instance, are both attractive enough... what I'm saying is that I'd hatefuck McGonagall. She's almost as bad with Slytherins as Snape is Gryffindors, well not quite that bad but it's similar enough.

It's not perfect, and it seems almost random at how slowly it ages you, with very little way of predicting how it will work, but that's just Magic at its core. Even after aeons, people don't really understand magic, not really.

Why Dumbledore looks so old is a mystery, but I personally think he makes himself look older, the wise old wizard in his tower act works well for him after all.

As much as I want to learn everything there is to know about it, I honestly think some things just aren't meant to be learnt about such an old and powerful force like magic. It's always existed, before humans, before anything, there was always magic. It's no wonder we have barely scratched the surface.

Under her healer's cap, her hair is a rather attractive auburn, going past her shoulders and her face as very few wrinkles, in fact I'm fairly certain more than a few students have faked injuries to be at her tender mercies, I know Shani has had a few dumbasses thinking they will get lucky if they go to her with claims of injured manhoods.

She usually humiliates them, quite publicly, to send the rest a message.

"If she wakes up, prepare to stun her again." I order as I start, my magic flooding the room, I've already set up the wards in preparation for this.

"Yes, Master." Nola replies immediately as I start the ritual fully, the magic flowing into Poppy's body.

Whenever someone has a problem, they go to the Healers Wing, and the Healers Wing is Poppy Pompfrey's domain. With her under my control, I can start turning the people who have to stay with her overnight, Shani might be a problem, but I intend to do something about her as well.

This will be the first member of the Hogwarts staff turned, and considering how long I've been back, I don't think I'm doing bad.

She starts to thrash, but she doesn't wake from her slumber even as she lets out the occasional scream or moan of pain as my power floods through her body.

Just like when I stunned and turned the other three.

I plan to turn Hogsmeade into my unaware slaves, the entire village, but that is a long term plan. For now, a single family will suffice.

I realised something earlier... when Morrigan got angry, I gained a slither of essence. That opens up some amazing potential avenues to gain more essence in the future. I can essentially use unaware slaves as essence farms, if I play this smart.

Moving away, the ritual complete, I wake Poppy up as she rises, her eyes shooting open at her nakedness before she notices me.

"Master, why am I naked?" Poppy asks, making my face grow into a grin.

"Because I wanted you to be." I say simply as she rises from the bed.

"Oh, I see." Poppy says, calming down as she stands before me.

"First things first. Poppy, only call me Master in private, in public you are to act as you did before." I order.

"Of course, Master." Poppy agrees easily. "Will there be anything else?"

"...get on your knees in front of me." I order after a moment, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

It's been a while, and my lust can't be ignored forever.

"Nola, strip and join her." I order, watching the raven-haired witch who could pass for a muggle in her early twenties as she strips out of her dressing gown, joining Poppy between my legs, waiting for orders. "Well? Get sucking." I order, watching the older women lean forwards, Poppy engulfing the head of my shaft with her full lips as Nola leans down and attends to my balls.

Being a Demon has its advantages, and Poppy is going to lead me to control of Hogwarts, whether she realises it or not.

- Poppy Pompfrey -

Returning to Hogwarts from the Stewart's Floo, she took a moment to clean her master's cum from her face and breasts, pulling her robes back on as her master left through the back door, claiming he'd make his own way back.

She had orders to follow after all, and things were so much clearer now.

She belonged to Grayson Raum, it was her place beneath him, obeying him in all things, and right now he wanted her to go back to just being Healer Poppy Pompfrey, so she would be in the best place to help him.

As the Head Healer of Hogwarts, she could have any student stay in the Hospital Wing overnight if she had reason to suspect they were ill... or any teacher, though that would draw more attention.

But first things first, he wanted a potion from her. She wasn't quite a potions master, but she did get an Outstanding on her potions N.E.W.T, it was needed for a Healer after all.

What he wanted a powerful aphrodisiac for, she didn't know... but then, she didn't need to know.

She only needed to serve.

- Grayson – Monday – 05/09/1994 -

Classes were... okay, today.

Care, first thing, and we were still looking after the abominations Hagrid has brought into this world, then Charms... were we studied the Summoning Charm. Needless to say, it was a boring time and I just self-studied.

I got some points for already knowing it, and Flitwick was happy to leave me to my own devices. Also, I got to give Granger a smug look when she realised I was ahead of her.

Arithmancy was next, and I spent the lesson reminding myself why Professor Septima Vector has been the source of so many wet dreams of teenage students. It's no surprise so many guys take her class... but most drop out. Arithmancy is hard if you don't have the talent or the passion, fortunately, I have both.

Arithmancy plays a large part in both Warding and Spell Creation, two of my favourite types of magic.

"Mhmm... excellent work as always, Grayson." Septima says in a sultry tone, leaning over my shoulder to look at my notes, her breasts pressing against my back.

Septima is probably half the reason I ended up a Lust demon, everything about her screams seductive... and I'm not even sure she does it on purpose.

"Thank you, Professor." I say calmly, forcing my growing lust down as she stays put, her breasts rubbing against my back.

"I can see why you wanted something a bit more... advanced than the rest of the class, you really are impressive." Septima practically whispers into my ear. "Have you considered a career that uses Arithmancy?"

"I'm keeping my options open, and I have my lordships to attend." I say as I continue working, thankful I have enchanted robes as my cock wakes up, bulging against my trousers.

"Mhmm, I see... perhaps a bit further into the school year, we should see about some... one on one tutoring? I'd love to see just what you can do when you put your mind to it. You have so much... potential." Septima says, moving away before I can answer as she gives me a smile, grey eyes staring into mine as her pouty lips quirk into a mixture of a smirk and a smile.

Giving her a casual nod, I watch her walk away and remind myself that half the older boys in school have tried to bed her, chasing after offers of private tutoring only to find out... she meant private tutoring, and then they got stuck doing a mountain of Arithmancy homework.

If she does it on purpose, the Demon in me has to give her credit where it is due, she's one hell of a temptress and an evil one to use her skills to make people do maths.

...When I rule Hogwarts, I'm keeping her.

One thing that makes my time here more manageable is the various negative emotions I'm drawing on. Susan Bones looks like she's about to cry as she looks over her notes.

She's made a dumb mistake, a calculation she did slightly wrong at the beginning, and it's thrown her entire formula off... Tyche is stuck to the ceiling above her, and I can see through my adorable familiar's eyes.

Hours of work is going to be needed to fix that mix-up, and our work over the year affects out end grade. It's one of the few classes where the coursework does actually matter, unlike in most where you just learn the spells and theory to pass the tests later, at least until N.E.W.T level lessons.

The class ends without any other problems, Arithmancy is one of the classes where I can't just blow past everyone else due to the heavy amount of maths involved with each project, but I'm definitely at the top of my year for it.

Double Transfigurations next... I lost ten points for not paying attention, despite already knowing this spell. McGonagall doesn't let me do what I want like Flitwick, despite my advanced position.

Ancient Runes is a similar situation to Arithmancy, and Bathsheda Babbling is one sexy teacher. She's more friendly than seductive, honey brown hair and blue eyes giving her youthful face a... girl next door kind of look. She takes her lessons seriously, though, and I do the same.

Runes are an integral part of Warding, and I can use what I learn here for Demonic Rune as well since there is a surprising amount of carryover. Demonic Runes seems to be just another Runic Language, like Nordic, Oriental and Egyptian, it's just... older. Much older.

And with age comes complexity, aeons of advancement has given the Demonic Runes an advantage over the human ones.

With that done, I am free until midnight when I have an Astronomy lesson.

Or I would be... if a certain someone hadn't managed to get me to agree to give away my Monday Evening.

Heading back to my suite, I hold in a sigh as I see Astoria beaming at me.

She just wouldn't shut up, and I accidentally agreed to tutor her again if she'd leave me alone.

"Gray! What took you so long? Classes finished ages ago!" Astoria says, rushing me and leaping, wrapping her arms around my waist as she stares up at me with sparkling eyes.

...I took the scenic route.

"Sit down, Astoria. You said it was charms you were having problems with?" I ask as I pry her off me, sitting down at the desk as I pull out my charms books.

"Yup." Astoria says, popping the P as I stop myself from reacting and giving her the satisfaction. "I can't do the shrinking charm, or when I do only parts of it shrinks!"

"Right... sounds like it's probably a visualisation problem." I say, grabbing some random junk for her to practice on. "Juliet? Back already?" I ask as the door opens, Juliet slipping in, her eyes widening at the sight of us.

"I-I'll just be in my room, I want to look over some of the future spells." Juliet says meekly, her hair in a neat ponytail, unlike Granger's own untamed bush. Smart girl, she doesn't want to look like Slytherins most disliked mudblood.

"Then join us, I can tutor two people at once." I say, well order really as I put some power in the words.

"Hi! I saw you this morning, but you ran off before I could introduce myself." Astoria says quickly, jumping Juliet and making her squeak at the tight hug. "I'm Astoria, Astoria Greengrass, I'm Gray's future sister-in-law and his apprentice." Astoria says quickly.

"No, you are a girl I tutor on occasion, not my apprentice. I'm not even a master of any school of magic yet, so I can't have an apprentice." I point out bluntly, making her pout as Juliet giggles quietly before her eyes widen, expecting Astoria to get angry.

Instead, she simply pouts harder as she takes her seat, making Juliet let out a relieved sigh as she sits down next to her.

Am I using Juliet as a shield? Yes.

The tutoring goes well enough, and Juliet joins Astoria in trying the Shrinking spell. She backs down when she realises it is an upper-year spell, but a few words of encouragement get her back at it.

Juliet is a genius, and I'm proven right in my faith in her when she shrinks the goblet in front of her to barely a tenth of the size, her eyes going wide as Astoria stares at it, and then back to her much large goblet.

"Well done, Juliet. I told you that you could do it." I say with a slight smile, reaching over and patting her head, making Astoria pout even harder as Juliet straightens up proudly, sticking her chest out. "Read up on the Finite Incantatem charm, then try and undo your shrinking spell. If you succeed, shrink it again and undo it again. Repeat until you can do both comfortably." I order as I turn back to the pouting Astoria.

"You never pat my head." Astoria says sulking as I smirk at her.

"And you never get spells as fast as Juliet. If you get the Shrinking Spell down by the next hour, I will pat your head as well." I promise, making her beam at me, her fake sulking vanishing.

"Okie Dokie." Astoria agrees, sticking her own chest out before she frowns slightly looking between her own basically non-existent chest and Juliet's already blooming breasts.

"First of all, don't do that, whatever that was." I say bluntly, 'Okie Dokie?', so... uncivilised. "Second of all, focus. Picture the goblet shrinking as you cast, you have the movements and incantation down, but your visualisation is atrocious. It's common in people with... wandering minds." I deadpan as she stares at the goblet.

"Right... Anyway, have you and Daphne kissed?" Astoria asks, making me sigh to myself. Why do I even try?

"That's utterly none of your business." I say coldly.

"Uhuh... have you had sex?" Astoria continues making Juliet's face turn bright red from where she was pretending not to be listening to our conversation.

"...what?"

"Oh! Erm, you see when a witch and a wizard love each, well it's not really about love, it's when they think the other is sexy, or they wanna make a baby, or they are drunk enough to think each other are sexy?" Astoria rambles.

"Astoria... shut up. Yes, I know what sex is, and I don't want to know why you know what sex is. I mean, why would you ask that?" I ask, making her tilt her head.

"Because I'm not sure I'm old enough to be the cool aunt yet? I mean, I'm gonna be cool either way, but I wanna be old enough to be a role model instead of a big sister kinda figure, you know?" Astoria says quickly.

...this Demon can stay far away from any and all of my children. A horde of children, shaped by Astoria? I would rather die.

"I mean, she has three holes so if you wan-" Astoria starts, immediately being cut off as her eyes go wide, her mouth moving and no words leaving it.

"Dear sister... why don't you come with me." Daphne drawls from the doorway, red-faced with her wand in hand as Tracey giggles beside her.

As Astoria's eyes go wide, she tries to run before the familiar words Petrificus Totalus fill the room, Astoria freezing in place and falling face-first to the floor.

Levitating her sister towards her room, Daphne doesn't even glance in my direction as Tracey waves at me.

Daphne... you are a bitch.

But you are a bitch I can respect.

Please keep the spawn of Satan that is your sister away from me.

Juliet is a fast student, and before Astoria returns, her face pale and her mannerisms subdued, Juliet has gotten the hang of the general counter-charm, it's a good one to know.

Juliet lives for praise, and something like a small compliment or a head-pat can make her day, which really says something about her life at home.

Fortunately, her mental defences aren't complete, so I can take a look for myself.

I'm not particularly surprised at what I find, two busy workaholic parents, not abusive or cruel, but simply busy as they leave their daughters to their books and studying while they rush around for their job. The Granger's are fairly wealthy, and the girls have wanted for nothing, but all Juliet wanted was some attention and praise, something she very rarely got.

Honestly, this girl was made to be manipulated. Overshadowed by her sister and ignored by her parents? Manipulating her is child's play, I barely have to try.

Within minutes of Astoria returning, she manages to shrink the goblet which immediately sets off my suspicions.

She didn't already know how to do that... did she?

"Headpat?" Astoria asks, seeming strangely down as I sigh, stroking her soft blonde hair gently for a few seconds making her beam at me.

"...Now do the Counter-charm." I order bluntly, making her pout again, her more playful nature mostly back. As annoying as she is, I prefer her being her usual self than looking down. It seems... unnatural.

After we finally finish, and the beast is banished... somewhere not here, Keira pulls me aside quietly.

"It's done, the ritual is ready. Mother agrees that it should power you up in exchange for us... for the mutual sacrifice of our virginities. After your etiquette lessons tomorrow, we are heading back home for some... 'family business'. Mother will send for us, and we don't have to tell anyone what it is about." Keira says quietly.

"I know it's a little late to ask, but are you-"

"Yes, I'm sure. Sure about doing this, sure about giving you the power, something we both know Morrigan won't do. Afterwards, I'll repurpose the ritual for Morrigan, but she'll want to see proof it works first, you know how she is." Keira interrupted, laughing slightly. "Well? Go on, say it. I'm the best, aren't I?"

"Naturally, how could anyone related to me be anything but amazing?" I counter.

"Ask Damian, he seems to have pulled it off." Keira quips.

"Nah, I'm pretty sure he's a changeling, replaced at birth." I deadpan, making her giggle.

- Later -

Astronomy is a class I can't really self-study effectively for, not with the Astronomy Tower being used almost every night for classes, which means I can only get ahead on theory instead of getting a head start on the practical side.

Which means this is one of the classes where I have to pay attention.

"Now, if you have your angle just right, you should be able to see the five major moons of Uranus- I can hear you giggling, Miss Patil and Miss Brown, do grow up." Aurora deadpans as Parvati and Lavender giggle to themselves

Aurora is another of my favourite teachers, she's laid back while taking her class seriously, not letting idiots messing around slow my learning speed. The fact that she is so easy on the eyes helps as well, one of the few dark-skinned witches in school, and the only dark-skinned teacher.

She has wavy black hair and dark eyes, usually glaring sternly at whoever is fucking around and delaying the class, we only have so much time here after all. Even though it is midnight, the Astronomy tower is lit up by magical lights that she controls, darkening them so we can see the moons easier.

"Focus your gaze onto the outermost major moon, Oberon, named after the Fairy King and for good reason. We still don't know why, but on nights when Oberon is at it's brightest, the Fey of the world are more active than any other night." Aurora lectures as I aim my enchanted Telescope at the brightest moon.

Fey, huh?

- Next Day – Tuesday – 06/09/1994 -

Charms first thing is nice, it means I can have an easy start to the day and Flitwick won't care what I'm doing as I'm already ahead of everyone else. Professor Flitwick has a... mind his own business policy, as long as you are ahead of the class and know the spells he is teaching he doesn't really mind what you do in his class.

Double Herbology afterwards should have been just as easy, as gardening, even magical gardening, is an easy class that I only took to supplement my Potions class.

Most Potion Masters have a Herbology N.E.W.T as well so grow their own ingredients, or at least a lot of them. Some plants only grow in incredibly awkward places, like the flower that can only grow on Mount Everest due to the unique location and the four leylines that cross under the largest mountain.

Wizards had to ward a section of the mountain, since the flower, the Moonpetal Lily, is very useful in healing potions. Given the state the muggles have left the rest of the mountain in, littering it with litter.. and their bodies when they underestimate the mountain and try to climb it for bragging rights, we probably should have just hidden the entire mountain.

Muggles are innovative, they have to be as they don't have the wonders of magic to support them, something that confuses Muggleborns quite often. We haven't 'upgraded' to modern muggle devices... because why would we?

You have planes to cross the oceans? That's nice, I have a portkey that can do it in three seconds. You have telephones? I have like... ten ways of communicating over a distance instantly as well, and I don't lose signal, even if the Owl Mail remains popular, but there's just something to be said for having a physical message in your hand.

You have advanced hospitals? Yeah, and when did you last hear of a wizard or witch dying of cancer? We have cures for basically every muggle disease, and most of the magical ones. What is fatal to a muggle is a minor inconvenience to a magic user.

We haven't changed because our conveniences are as good, if not better than the muggle equivalent, so our innovation is focused on magic itself, creating spells and potions. Is my society flawless? Of course not, idiots are in charge and fear gets in the way of progress, but is that not the same everywhere?

But the biggest problem is that the muggles innovative drive tends to ruin the very earth around them, oceans filled with waste and trash, forests torn down, and some muggleborns think that their precious muggles are better than us?

They are more than welcome to go back to their muggles, and never return.

...In honesty, I'm ranting to take my mind off the large breasts pushing into my arm.

"You're really good with your hands, Gray." Lavender says as she pushes her body against my side, watching my prune the Flutterby bush carefully.

"It's a fairly simple job, Miss Brown, and this kind of precision is required for more advanced spells and potions." I say calmly, my lust forced down as she giggles. How I ended up partnered with Lavender Brown, the gossip queen of Gryffindor is a mystery, but she basically rushed over towards me and decided we were partners, Sprout didn't care either way.

The large breasted blonde just agreed and moved onto putting everyone else in pairs.

"Just Lavender is fine, or Lav... or you can just call me Sexy, most guys do." Lavender says happily, a smirk on her face.

"Is there any reason you decided to partner with me... after three years of us not speaking?" I ask as I focus on my task, ignoring her slightly wandering hands as they move around my chest. "And does it have anything to do with how Tracey is cackling like a hag?"

"Oh, you know... I was gossiping with Tracey, and she told me something... very interesting about you, Grayson Raum." 'Lav' says as one of her hands moves south.

"Of course she did." I deadpan, giving her a dirty look as she giggles harder, waggling her eyebrows at me.

"Don't be like that... you see, I am kinda a slut." Lavender says bluntly, we are far away enough from the others to stop people from listening in... even if I didn't throw up a privacy ward. That doesn't stop the confused look a lot of the class are giving us. "And her boasting about the biggest dick she's ever seen has me interested, so want to help me test her claims? It can be a nice experiment." Lavender offers.

"...you are rather forwards." I say in lieu of an actual answer.

"Why wouldn't I be? Come on, don't you want to see what happens when you take the alleged biggest dick and the biggest tits in our year and put them together?" Lavender asks.

...I have no idea how to deal with people this forwards.

"I thought Susan Bones had the biggest." I deflect again, making her shake her head proudly.

"Heh, been checking them out? I don't blame you, Susan's tits are amazing... even better without the robes int he way, but Susan has a smaller frame than me, so it makes her boobs look bigger, but I actually have the bigger pair... we checked." Lavender declares proudly. "...hers are softer, and her nipples are bigger, while mine are more sensitive."

"That's... wonderful, truly." I say with my dullest voice making her giggle, her breasts bouncing, her robe 'accidentally' parting to let me catch a glimpse of what is beneath.

That being, nothing but milky white flesh as she smirks at me teasingly.

No one in Slytherin would act like this, honestly we probably have people as slutty as her, but we don't have anyone who would be as... blatant about it.

"You know who has a surprisingly massive set of tits? Hermione. You should see what she is hiding under those robes, and Parvati's are so perky..." Lavender half-whispers.

"Does all this have a point?" I counter, making her grin.

"The point is that I want your dick between my breasts, and if I made this offer to pretty much any other guy they'd probably already be pulling it out." Lavender says with a shrug. "So... wanna have some fun after class?"

"I have extra lessons, and then some family business to take care of straight after class." I say after a moment, making her frown.

"I'm not going to give up, I've never failed to get what I want..." Lavender warns with a smile afterwards.

"And I wasn't saying no, I was saying that I'm... pre-booked." I point out, making her smile grow a bit. "I'll see if I can work you into my schedule... might be a tight fit."

"Oh, I hope it is." Lavender says, her smile growing wider. "You are fun, Tracey might have been onto something."

Class ends quickly enough, with Lavender doing no actual work and spending half the time finding ways to flash me, and after Lunch with Morrigan, it's time for History of Magic.

It's an interesting class, but the fact that Margarita is a Lodge Spy makes me focus far more than usual, making sure to give away nothing to the seemingly friendly and caring teacher.

Arithmancy and Runes come after that, and both pass quickly enough, and I set off towards the small ballroom I didn't even know Hogwarts had. There used to be a lot more classes than there are now, and it looks like Etiquette was one of them.

Unfortunately, I get waylaid by... one of the few people I can deal with worse than Astoria.

"Evil! You are surrounded by corruption, your future clouded by darkness and shadows!" the nut-job says pointing at me as I go to walk past her, a surprisingly youthful face and beautiful red hair ruined by her rambling lunacy, the heavy scent of sherry reaching my demonic sense of smell. "Grayson Raum, you are plagued by the insidious powers of this realm, and the next!"

...Or perhaps not that crazy?

"Good evening Professor Trelawney." I greet calmly, hiding my suspicions. "We have been over this when I attended your class... and you predicted my death no less than seventeen times in two weeks. I'm sure you are an... expert of your craft, but I simply do not believe in the accuracy of fortune-telling."

Though I'm starting to reconsider, first the Centaurs and now this? Perhaps my mockery of Divinations was a mistake on my part... but the drunken woman who teaches it makes it so easy.

In truth, Sibyl Trelawney is one of the best looking teachers in the school, certainly the youngest looking as she easily passes as an upper-year if you ignore the way she always smells of sherry and her bizarrely revealing dresses, even now she is wearing a silky blue dress that shows an immense amount of cleavage. I can even see a hint of a nipple as she waves her arms wildly at me.

Parents have actually complained about her drinking and dress code, but Dumbledore basically ignored them. He's good at that.

"You doubt me now! But I have seen it, the wicked cruelty that surrounds you, that you spread with every step!" Sibyl claims as an upper-year Ravenclaw girl I don't recognise passes, giving me a sympathetic look. "Even now, it seeps into the very bricks of this castle, and will bring only devastation and suffering."

"You also predicted that I'd be eaten by a red-scaled Nundu in my third year, Nundu's don't come in red... and they don't have scales. Then you predicted I'd have a thousand daughters, and a single son and my son would kill me." I deadpan, making the upper-year giggle as she moves on.

She's predicted everyone's death, and they are always ridiculous. Is it any wonder I care so little for Divinations?

"If you'll excuse me, I have places to be Professor." I say bluntly, walking past her as she hiccups slightly, swaying as she walks away.

I do believe I just selected my next staff member to target, I just need to get her alone.

Her 'predictions' were a little too... on the nose for me to ignore them, and she's weird enough that people won't really notice her acting any different. She's probably not as useful as Poppy, but I'm sure I can find a use for the drunken fool.

If nothing else, I can find a better use for her rambling mouth.

Seventeen different death predictions, and I almost took the first one seriously since it sounded almost realistic that I'd be trampled by Thestrals since I wouldn't be able to see them.

Finding the room quickly, I pause as I take my first look at Aunt Narcissa as she stands next to a low table with an enchanted music box resting on it, I have one of those for when the Wizarding Wireless is playing rubbish.

The first thing that stands out is the strange blonde highlights in her hair, as I know she has natural black hair like mother, Aunt Bellatrix and Aunt Andromeda.

Her face holds some resemblance to mother, but not much as her features are far... softer than Yens, she doesn't have the same presence either, when Yen is around people pay attention to her, whether they like her or not, but Narcissa just... doesn't have that. She does have larger breasts, and a curvier ass than Yen, but I heard Yen and Triss talking about Narcissa before... and her body is magically enhanced unlike Yen's, and Narcissa was much smaller when they were younger.

It's not so big as to be noticeable if you didn't know what she looked like before, but for her sister, it was definitely noticeable and equally mockable.

The black dress she is wearing is tight and form-fitting, more so than would be proper at one of the balls she is supposed to be training me for, and the slit along the side exposes a large amount of pale leg as she turns to me. It has a small window, for lack of a better word, on her chest, displaying a decent amount of cleavage... and a necklace with an amulet with the Black Crest on it.

An unsubtle show of loyalty in the hopes of improving my image of her? It would be more proper for her to wear the Malfoy's lesser crest rather than the Black crest, even if she has the right to wear it.

Narcissa Malfoy-Black

Faction – The Lodge of Sorceress, Herself

Thoughts about you – Ambition, Manipulativeness, Bitterness

Lesser Secrets – She has had several rivals against the Malfoy family businesses assassinated, or assassinated them herself. She hates her sisters. She is trying to work out whether she needs to seduce her nephew, and heir to her house, to benefit her families position.

Major Secrets – ???

Biggest Secret – ???

Well, aren't you a bundle of secrets? Her hating Yen I expected, and I'm not surprised about Aunt Andromeda as well since she is a muggle-lover, but does sisters include Bellatrix as well?

"Aunt Narcissa? It's a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance." I say, making her smile lightly as she leans against the table, a rather casual act for a high-born lady.

"Just Narcissa, please. We are family, after all, even if we are only meeting for the first time now." Narcissa says as I walk over to her, from her position leaning against the table, she shrinks into herself so she can look up at me through her eyelashes instead of looking down, her posture screaming submissive and vulnerable. "Thank you for agreeing to these lessons, Grayson, as a daughter of the House Black, I couldn't stand the idea of our Heir not knowing the correct etiquette, even if it is understandable why you don't... after all, fourth children don't tend to need it, and your brother's actions certainly caught everyone off guard." Narcissa says with a smile.

"Just Gray is fine, Narcissa, and I doubt Damian really thought his actions through, he's always been impulsive. I appreciate the offer and the lessons." I say calmly watching her smile grow slightly. I'll play her game, for now. "Where do you believe we should begin?"

"Well, that is simple. A Lord can get away with not knowing the proper fork, he can even get away with not knowing the proper greetings and customs... but a Lord who doesn't know how to dance will make a fool of himself at every event." Narcissa says, starting the music box as classical music fills the air.

Let the games begin.

- Narcissa -

Grayson reminded her of Yennefer, and that put her on edge the moment he entered the room. He was fairly plain in appearance, but that mattered little for a Lord of two powerful houses, he could look like a deformed troll, and he'd have girls lining up in the hopes of becoming Lady Black or Raum, but his eyes were the part of him that stood out the most. She had already had to poison a particularly ambitious minor lord who planned on offering his four daughters as concubines if one could become Lady Black.

She wasn't good with magic, not like her elder sisters, but she understood potions better than any of them, and she knew the value of subtlety. Her original plan, all those years ago, was to poison her father after she had gotten Yennefer removed and she had become Lady Black, she didn't hate the disgusting old man, but she didn't like him and wanted to clean his touch from her body, allowing him her body a necessary evil in surpassing Yennefer after all.

Violet eyes, as striking on him as they were on his mother. They were as cold and calculating as his mothers as well, and it made her arms, covered by expensive Acromantula silk, break into goosebumps.

Her reports said he was astonishingly intelligent and magically weak, but this was a game of wits where she would try to lead him in the direction she wanted him to go, that she wanted the House Black to go, knowing she was playing a dangerous game, one that could see her family rise higher than ever before... or be tossed down by Grayson and Yennefer.

"Now, you need to master at least the simple dances by the time the Yule Ball arrives, and you should have had years to prepare for your first ball instead of mere months." Narcissa said as she stood up walking towards her nephew, and as he went to speak she took his hand. "Place one hand on my lower back, and take my hand with your other." she instructed, pulling him closer to her.

If his hand was accidentally put a little too low, resting on her soft buttocks instead of her lower back, well, she was always a bit clumsy~

He certainly didn't seem to mind, not moving his hand away as she pulled him against her chest, his average height putting his head just above her breasts as he looked up at her. He'd probably be taller than her in a few years if he took after his father, Geralt was a rather... large man after all.

She needed to convince Gray to marry Lyra, making her daughter the Lady Black. She had to deal with the Raum's refusal to marry those closely related, a logical decision really, Yennefer's own watchful gaze, and her daughter's actions which made him see her as a problem instead of a friend or ally.

She had no desire to bed her nephew, he wasn't particularly attractive, and he reminded her far too much of Yennefer to want to see him on top of her, rutting into her tight pussy. She certainly didn't want to look up from her knees and see those damnable eyes staring back down at her as she pleasured him... but she needed to find a way to control him, and Philippa's advice that he was a demon of lust was certainly interesting.

She didn't care if her grandchildren were demonic half-breeds, not if they were demonic half-breeds that would inherit the House Black.

But she knew better than to immediately bring up Lyra and their recent... quarrel, she needed to give their relationship a stable foundation before she started nudging them together, and it would take some work on Lyra's part as well, something she'd have to remind her hot-tempered daughter later. If things between them got any worse, she'd step in and apologise on behalf of House Malfoy, offering to make it up to him however he desired.

Closer to the Yule Ball, she'd have Lyra act as his dance partner... 'to help him get used to dancing with someone his own size.'

But for now, she would simply get his skills up to an acceptable level, with a few accidental inappropriate touches here and there to put the idea in his head that she was more than just his mother's little sister.

Really, what teenaged boy didn't want to bed their rivals mother, after all?

- Bonus Scene – Maze -

She was bored.

She was very bored.

As Lucifer's right hand, she had loyally served him for... longer than most civilisations had existed, but right now he was testing the limits of her loyalty more than ever before.

"Detective!" Lucifer said with a wide grin as the mortal girl stared at him deadpan.

Why was she stuck watching the bar while Lucifer went and played... whatever it was he was doing with the detective.

She was bored, and she was horny.

Sure, she could grab a mortal or seven for a bit of fun, but mortals were weak and frankly fragile. If she played like she wanted to play... she'd break them, and then she'd have to deal with the bodies, and the detective would start digging around, and then she'd have to kill her... and then Lucifer would probably pout.

And Lucifer could pout for literally centuries when he got in one of his moods.

If she hadn't been reminded what sex between demons felt like recently, she might have been satisfied by a mortal, but while Raum might only be a new demon, he was still a demon lord, and he fucked like one.

Though one insistent on keeping his virginity for... some reason that he was too high to explain.

Which was why he came up with the genius idea of doing anal, and in his drunken state couldn't work out her belt, so he simply used Hellfire to burn off her clothes.

The anal was great, his demon form was big, and he was too high to go slow on her, it wasn't like painal was anything new to her after all, but that was her favourite corset, one she'd had for almost a millennium. The leather was made from the skin of a demon lord who pissed her off, the red laces were dyed with the blood of an archangel... and he just burnt it.

Sure, she could jump back to hell and grab another demon lord, then to the Vatican to lure another archangel... but it just wouldn't be the same.

...Great, now she was bored, horny and pissed off.

Looking over to where Lucifer was grinning at the annoyed detective, she sighed.

She needed to kill something.