Self-Analysis of Feelings! A preview of Lady Hogwarts! Dumbledork and his psychosis!

Time passed quickly and school was just ridiculous. There were few interesting subjects and what were I had already learned. An example would be history of magic, which was nothing more than a bookish account in a monotone baritone by Professor Binns. So I did the best thing I could in this situation. I skipped classes and spent all my time in the RoR, training spells and helping Hestia transform the knowledge she gained into practical skills.

Hermione excelled at everything at school, but she was still relatively inept with spells and hexes. It would take some intervention from me considering everything. I wanted wives who could venture out with me and strength was needed.

Especially with nosy gods roaming this world!

"You look angry." The annoying transparent figure sounded as I was trying to read the book. It was a pretty cute female figure. Short white hair and smooth white skin. She was cute. If I had a daughter in the future, I would like her to look like her.

"What do you want Lady Hogwarts?"

"I know about your plan to take me you know? You don't care for other people's ears when you think aloud."

"You don't seem against the idea. And actually running away from this world with Hogwarts would be a nice slap to the British wizarding community." I chuckled viciously accompanied by the little girl.

"I think this might be a good idea...since Lady Magic has made my property pass to you I can't really reject your ideas."

That was a good thing. Apparently Magic wasn't such a bastard as I thought it would be. She gave me full authority over the castle and when I say full I mean it. I could order the school to do what it wanted including magically expelling some cockroaches and preventing a certain bald man from letting magical creatures in.

In fact, the entire Black Forest, the lake and all of Hogsmead were owned by Hogwarts and were under the control of Wards who deactivated over time. That means I would have to work hard on some floating and stabilizing runes.

And yes, I wouldn't just take the castle. I need a floating island to keep track of.

"Hehehe"

"That laugh was scary, master." Hogwarts said with a little fear in his tone.

"Yes, I know, right? I need to train my smirk even more. Seeing inbreed idiots writhe in fear while smiling is one of the pleasures of studying here."

The ghostly figure just shook his head in consternation. I believe she was thinking too much about some useless things. I wouldn't erase her personality after all. She was cute. Who guarantees the ghostly appearance of a new personality if Hogwarts would be a cute little girl? As far as I knew, it could be a stinky old man.

This castle was more suited to an old man than a little girl actually.

Um... Maybe this place needs a makeover. I don't really like this old Victorian look. Maybe some shades of gold and bench for the outside walls and a beige one for the inside... Hmm... Yes... it would be nice...

After my decision to reform my future domain I started reading the book again. The magic of this world was quite interesting if I were to say it myself. It has some illogical methods but it still worked properly. Wand flicks and spell verbalization weren't just meaningless, there was a certain logic to everything.

Of course, if a mage was powerful enough such things were unnecessary. If I were to say, magic here worked quite versatile. All areas like potions, alchemy, runology, herbology, dealing with magical creatures, spells, arithmancy and transfiguration were simply quite fascinating and their limits were currently unknown. Witches said that animagia (magic used to transform a witch into an animagus) was the height of transfiguration, but metaformagy was even more effective.

I had shapeshifter runes that I got from my knowledge of runes from the Fate universe and the ability to use them that I inherited from Caster Gilgamesh. Unfortunately these runes do not work on living beings and would require existing objects to be able to change.

If I wanted to develop a rune that would give me Nyn's ability I would need a lot of research and experimentation and all for a result too insignificant for my taste. Even if I was able to adapt the rune to be inscribed on me, I would basically have to kill everything I wanted to turn into before it had any useful use. And even then that wouldn't work with mages, as the mage's own magic would counter the rune magic that would try to assimilate it.

Anyway, time passed quickly and it was close to Christmas break. Something good for me and my sister and something sad for Hestia because she would be alone. That's why I decided to stay at school. Although both have stopped interacting with meSocially because of my evil house, I could still sleep and train them in RoR.

That day Hestia came with me to help her with a common transfiguration problem. Something Hermione was already good at and therefore an excuse. She apparently wanted to be alone with me. I wouldn't refuse the company though. I enjoyed the company of cute girls. Otherwise not tolerated the constant irritation of Lady Hogwarts.

"So it's not hard to make the change, see?" point the mouse with my wand and I've transfigured it into an elegant snuffbox in shades of bright green.

"This is amazing!" Hestia said and it bothered me. We ended this farce.

"Now tell me why you actually came here." I demanded. See, I wasn't intransigent in my request. I was just annoyed with acting. I would never believe she has transfiguration issues. Magical ability was inherited by blood and she was the daughter of the animagus James Charlus Potter. It was impossible that she needed help with something so stupid.

"You found out, right?

"See, if you came to me for help with potions or maybe herbology (She was terrible at that) I could have swallowed it, but transfiguration? Honestly, this is the worst excuse I've heard since Hermione asked me to continue a book on runes after having all my knowledge of the subject copied into her brain." I argued while packing our things. "So... Are you going to say what bothers you?"

She looked at me before looking down. I hated it. She should have been more confident but it seems that living among the Dursleys has really damaged her mindset. I sighed.

"Hestia, can you tell me what the problem is?"

"Yeah...I...just...I..." She stammered as she squirmed in discomfort. "I just wanted to spend time with you." Her voice sounded incredibly low. If I wasn't I wouldn't be able to hear.

"Ah…this…why didn't you say this directly? We could have done something more fun than studying something you already know." I spoke confused with how happy I was to know that. Maybe she really likes me, right?

What the hell! Since when was I so shy?!

Looks like I really like this little girl, huh?

To think that I, the Ambrosius Heir, would feel that way about someone. And not just one person, but two? Even though I had plans to increase the number of wives I will have, I couldn't imagine loving them all. My plan was to love one and accumulate others to serve my basic physiological needs of bedroom art. It was not my intention to fall in love and develop feelings for all the girls I would fuck.

Yes, they would be wives. I would marry them. It would protect them and strengthen them. But I never thought about really loving them. Love was too complicated for me. But I don't think I can control it if that feeling was really real and mine.

Now, there wasn't much about me that could be considered normal. No wonder I came to the conclusion that I was incapable of loving someone. Warm feelings like the ones I felt with my adoptive mother are not included. It was a very different love.

But I cannot be blamed. Ever since I came into this world, I have begun to have a certain contempt for people. Not something evil like the blood purists. It was just an unconscious sense of superiority. I was better than these people and for some reason that notion didn't bother me.

I was human before. I knew my weaknesses and understood very well the human conventions of morality and the like. But even in my previous life I already had certain not-so-pure thoughts towards unknown people. But here it just blew up.

Hestia was unknown before. Now she was one of my wives. She hasn't changed anything from a few months ago until now. She was the same person as before. But now she was mine. That was the main reason I started to like her romantically. I liked her because she was a cute little girl who belonged to me. Same with Hogwarts. This notion made me very uncomfortable. A human part of me wanted to develop feelings in the conventional way. Friendship, dating, first time, several times other than the first time, engagement and maybe marriage. That would be the process and somewhere in the middle of it I was supposed to love the person I would marry.

But now... I basically skipped all the steps and married (at least in a sense) two girls before falling in love and fucking them. Hermione can be considered an exception if our lives as siblings rely on a romantic relationship. But Hestia... And all my future wives... I wasn't sure.

"We still have time." The fluffy redhead spoke with hope interrupting my rambling. "We don't have classes... We can have dinner here and... be together."

That kind of made me stop thinking. I am Castiel Lelouch Lestrange-Black Hass Cadre. I do what I want when I want. This was my life and would be lived spontaneously.I don't need to calculate my relationships or question how they manifest themselves. I would live. That simple.

"I think we can have dinner together, beautiful wife. And maybe we can have a make-out session later?" I asked maliciously. My smirk was getting more and more perfect.

"Yes" she quickly agreed leaving me surprised. "I like the idea."

"Well then, I'll order the elves to cook something good for us." I spoke as I started kissing her. After all a mental command was all I needed to order my castle.

Dumbledore's POV

Since the young lord Ambrosius arrived at the castle many surprises have been witnessed. In the first place I was the target of a prank that, after thinking calmly, could not have been prepared by the Weasley twins. Of course, no one would believe that young first years were responsible so they were the scapegoat due to the widely accumulated notoriety.

Then came the tightening of restrictions. More stable and fluent wards. Denser magic running through the structure of the building. Changes to the layout and color of the inner and outer walls... all happening slowly and surely and all working with magic. The elves stopped taking orders from students or teachers, just doing cleaning and cooking duties. The paintings were sealed and the paintings lost mobility. It was as if the magic it fed was simply dispersed, something that wouldn't happen for at least a few more centuries.

Now the Hogwarts barriers and everything related to the property was working properly and well.

So why wasn't I happy?

First, all magical creatures with the exception of house elves were transported out of the castle, barred from re-entering. This was true of Faulx as well, my familiar phoenix. Then Hagrid's stupid dog and Quirrell's trolls were also thrown out.

Snape smiled mockingly every time we talked about the young heir Ambrosius and gloried in his genius even though he missed most of his classes. The answer given when asked was: "why would I waste my time on useless things instead of properly instructing myself?"

Apparently the boy (that's what he was! A boy!) preferred to study by himself. Binns and Quirrell didn't see him in class and the same can be said by Professor Sinistra. Apparently the only teachers he respected enough to attend classes were Snape, McGonnagall and Flitiwick.

Did he honestly think he owned the castle? Why would an unknown entity say this? Even though the hat-shaped artifact told me deities are real, I refused to believe they would interfere with the life of an ordinary mortal. Why give this boy so much power and authority?

Not to mention young Miss Potter. She went to Ravenclaw instead of Griffindor. Not a bad thing, but as far as Figg told me she was supposed to be a battered and easily malleable girl. After all, she needed to die for Voldemort to be killed. Thinking about all this made me even older and tired. I almost regretted having accepted the post of director. If it wasn't for the greater good I would have given up already.

But... there was still a chance. I would guide young lady Potter. After all, she would be a hero to death.

Unknowingly, the old man had condemned himself to an existence of suffering. But... it's a story for the future.