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"Excuse me, could you tell me where Neville Longbottom is?" Ronald Weasley gave a shrug, before pointing towards the main hall.

"You wouldn't happen to be related to Arthur and Molly Weasley would you?"

"Uh yeah, I'm Ron, youngest son."

"Son?"

"Yeah, Ginny is the youngest but she's a girl so..."

"Oh, so Molly finally got the daughter she wanted, that's good."

The pair of adults continued down the hall, leaving a rather confused redhead behind.

Entering the main hall the two glanced about, until they found their target.

"Neville?"

The room fell silent, with most of the professors staring in shock. All of this, however, paled in comparison to the boy in question's reaction, which was a mixture of disbelief and fanatical hope.

"M-mom... d-dad?"

"Sweet heart... it's us."

He slowly stood, and began walking towards his parents, while more than a few of the more experienced teachers cast revealing and identification charms to ensure that the two were whom they claimed.

None of this mattered though, as Neville broke into a run a split second later, as his parents pulled him into a sobbing group hug.

Meanwhile a raven-haired boy watched on, a small smile appearing on his face as he watched the reunion.

***LoD***

"It appears you have a visitor my Lord"

Harry stifled a groan of annoyance. Sure it was nice having everyone obey him all of the time, and it was always amusing to watch them try to please him in whatever stupidly simplistic ways students could think up but...

Sometimes he just wanted to have a little alone time... and after Luna left for the library to do some research while Hedwig was out for an evening flight he figured that taking a warm relaxing bath would be a nice change of pace, an opportunity to simply enjoy the silence of his own thoughts.

Apparently, someone disagreed.

"Send them in..." he replied to the portrait, who nodded and allowed admittance.

"W-wotcher Harry" the voice called out a few moments later as a pink haired Auror stumbled into the bathroom.

"Ah Miss Tonks..."

"Just Tonks, you can just call me Tonks..."

"Of course, Tonks. So to what do I owe the pleasure of your company this evening?"

"I... wanted to talk to you about what happened... with the Basilisk."

"Ah, I see. Well if you are going to arrest me could you at least wait for a few..."

"Arrest you!? Why in Merlin's name would I do that?"

"You mean besides the obvious Dark Magic I used to utterly slaughter the creature? I am sure Dumbledore will be..."

"No... no I didn't tell him. I... I am just afraid of disappointing everyone now. Everyone thinks I am this big hero and... and you were the real hero! You saved me, saved the students!"

"I am already far more famous than I desire to be. You can use the recognition far more than I, hopefully they gave you a raise of some sort."

"Psh... the bonus was more than half my yearly pay..."

"Well there you go, so do not worry about it."

"I still want to thank you though, I mean you saved me!"

"I can assure you that you do not..."

"And all the students you probably saved because of it! Who knows how many would have died? Hell I would be dead! And then there is the..." as the woman rattled on the boy felt his control slipping a little, he just wanted some peace and quiet... plus the fact he was sitting in a bloody bathrobe, next to a bathtub filling with water should have been enough of an indicator of his intentions, but still she didn't seem to get the hint.

"And then my mother would have cried..."

"Tonks!"

"Oh um yes?"

"Either strip, or get out."

"Wh-what!?"

The boy gestured towards the water, "What do you think I am doing in a bathroom with a tub of water?"

"Oh..."

"So I reiterate, either strip and get in with me, or leave. I am not taking a bath with you sitting around awkwardly waiting for me to finish."

Tonks was about to give a teasing reply, something along the lines of charging him extra for the show or some such nonsense, until she realized he dropped his own robes... and had nothing on underneath them. Without so much as a blush he stepped into the water letting it rise up to his mid thighs as he enjoyed the sensation.

'Well... I do have to thank him, and it would be rather rude to just leave...' the Auror mentally justified before stripping down and stepping in behind him, pressing her body against his back as her arms circled his waist, while her hands went to work elsewhere.

***LoD***

Tonks bolted upright in the bed as her alarm spell hexed her awake. Where was she? What had... the woman turned to see the sleeping head of messy black hair on the pillow to her left.

Oh dear God... the Aurors mind was spinning, she had slept with a twelve year old, and yes technically she hadn't had sex with him but she could already picture the conversation in her mind. 'Oh don't worry Director, I didn't shag the boy, I just molested him in the bathtub while we were both naked. Then after taking a long relaxing bath with the child I dragged him to his bed where we snogged senseless for a few hours. No, of course we were naked the entire time, why wouldn't we be?'

Yes, her career was over, very over. She would be lucky to not end up in Azkaban after this went public. An Auror assigned to protect the students at Hogwarts having a sexual affair with a second year? She would be locked up just to show that the DMLE had a zero tolerance policy.

Even worse was the fact that the boy made celebrities look like commoners. Why the hell couldn't she have bedded a less popular student? The rumors would be circulating before breakfast!

"God I am so dead..."

"And why is that Tonks?"

The woman practically jumped from the calm voice behind her.

"H-Harry?"

"Who else?" the boy asked, his lips finding the back of her shoulder before kissing his way upwards, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

"I-I..."

His mouth was reaching the junction of her neck now, and if he actually reached her pulse... Merlin she needed to put some distance between them and clear her head before she ended up straddling the boy.

"We need to talk about this..." she interrupted, practically flinging herself out of the bed, falling to the floor in the process.

"But it is so early. It isn't even five yet... come back to bed my dear..."

"I..." she wanted to say 'no' to just leave right then and there but... God the way he looked at her, the way she felt, the way that she just wanted to please him... "I don't think you understand how bad this is Harry..."

"Bad?"

"This... thing between us..."

"The sheets? I find them quite pleasant."

"No not those you goof, this relationship. I took advantage of you Harry! I am a monster, I am a sick perverted..."

"If I recall I made no attempt at stopping you, and if memory serves I was far from being a 'victim'. I do believe that I was the one who started our third round of... exploration."

For a brief moment Tonks swore that the snow-white owl perched nearby looked ready to tear her eyes out at the statement from her owner. "Harry you don't get it. When my boss finds out, when the public finds out..."

"Why would they find out? I suppose unless you go around bragging about it but otherwise..."

"Wait... what?"

"I am certainly not going to tell anyone. If making this public means I can no longer enjoy your company then I will just not mention it. I am not as foolish as I look Tonks, I can keep a secret you know..."

"I... I know... I just don't want you to have to keep this. It isn't fair to you, and I feel like I am using you..."

"Oh? Well there is a solution to that."

"Uh... there is?"

"Yes, would you like to know what it is?"

A small voice in her mind was warning the Auror against this, that a similar train of thought got her into this mess and yet... and yet she could already feel herself being drawn closer and closer to him.

"Yes..."

"Come back into bed"

Moving slowly she slipped under the sheets once more.

"If you are so concerned about this being one sided we will just have to balance it a bit."

"Uhm what do you..."

"Simple... I will just be using and taking advantage of you for a while. Just remember what I said last night Tonks, I am a greedy man. Now that I have you I am not letting go."

Before she could make any utterance the boy slipped under the sheets, and Tonks felt hands sliding across her body as her mind blanked once more.

***LoD***

"Oh my I am quite disappointed Miss Weasley, I thought your scores would be higher than this."

The redhead blinked in confusion, her test had been near perfect, and the third highest in the class, what was wrong with how she had done?

"I believe we will need to discuss your study habits. I will see you for detention Friday night."

The girl's heart sank, her stomach spinning as she fought back the horrible feeling that seemed to rear its head anytime she spoke to the fraud. Barely nodding her head the young girl left to find her brothers as soon as possible, surely they could do something... and if not them then her parents.

***LoD***

"My Lord."

"Neville, I am surprised to see you here. I would have thought you would be with your parents."

"They are doing some financial and political stuff that needed to be done with their return... I wanted to speak with you because... they mentioned that the only thing they can recall since before the attack were two green eyes blazing like fire."

"Hm, very curious..."

"My Lord... did you..."

"Did I?"

"Did you bring them back?"

"They were not dead Neville, in fact you could probably say I removed more than I restored."

"B-b-but how?"

"An advanced form of the Obliviation spell, I figured that the reason they were comatose was due to the mental trauma and memories of the torture. I simply removed these from their minds. Sure they lost close to thirteen years of memories but..."

Harry found himself being hugged by a sobbing young boy, who was whispering his thanks the entire time.

***LoD***

The two older Slytherins stared in mild confusion as the 'Devils of Gryffindor', along with their younger sister, walked up to them.

"We need to talk to him"

"Immediately"

Berrow and Daley glanced over at each other, before crossing their arms in unison, "Don't know what the hell you are talking about Weasel, but piss off."

"Look we don't like you"

"And you don't like us"

"But we need to speak to your Lord"

"Now"

"And I don't know who the hell you are talking about. This whole 'Lord of Slytherin' nonsense is a stupid rumor, so get over yourselves and leave."

"Just... tell him we are here"

"Weasel I don't care what you..."

"JUST TELL HIM!"

The Slytherin boy frowned, before sighing and throwing his hands up in defeat. "Fine, tell you what. I will go and announce your arrival. If anyone seems to give a crap they can speak up. If not then you will leave got it?"

"Fine"

Nodding the oldest of the four entered the common room, before making his way over to where a raven-haired boy sat in front of the fireplace, with quite a few of his classmates surrounding him.

"My Lord..."

"Yes?"

"It appears as though Fred, George, and Ginny Weasley are seeking an audience with you... they used your title."

"Ah, it must be rather important then hm? Very well let them in."

The older student nodded, before departing. Moments later the two redheads, along with their sister stepped in.

"Ah to what do I owe the pleasure of your company gentlemen... and my dear Ginny, why I haven't seen you in weeks, how are you doing?"

The youngest simply muttered something, before turning her face towards the ground in embarrassment.

"Oh Ginny how are you? Are you here to swear your loyalty as well?"

The Gryffindor girl's gaze snapped up towards her old friend Luna, shock written all over her face. "L-Luna?"

"That's me!"

"Wh-what are you doing here?"

"I live here now, I thought you knew."

"N-no..."

"We can catch up later Gin," George interrupted, "listen Harry... we uh sort of need to talk to you... in private..."

The boy-who-lived quirked up an eyebrow, before nodding and gesturing towards them to follow him into his private chambers.

***LoD***

"We need a favor."

"Oh? I believe you already owe me quite a bit and now you are asking for more... quite bold of you I must say..."

"This is different"

"We..." Fred began, before glancing over at his sister cautiously. "We need you to remove someone from Hogwarts..."

"Remove?"

"You know what we mean, ensure he doesn't come back... through any means necessary."

"Ah... and who would be this unlucky bastard who has earned your hatred?"

"Lockhart."

Harry's eyes lit up just a bit, before he leaned forward... and for the slightest of moments the twins felt a shiver of terror run down their spines at the smile that crossed his face.

"Oh? Congratulations, you now have me intrigued. What has our pathetic excuse of a professor done to you?"

"Not us... Ginny..."

Emerald eyes flickered towards the youngest redhead for a mere instance, before focusing back onto the twins.

"Go on."

"He..."

Fred was interrupted by his sister as she spoke up. "The way he looks at me... it's... wrong, and just creepy. It is like he is imaging what I look like without clothes on, imagining what he would do to me..." The girl shivered slightly, earning a comforting double hug from her brothers.

A few silent moments later and they continued on for her, "The bastard gave her a detention two days ago for Friday evening. We don't want her anywhere near him, much less alone."

"I see... and what do you have to offer for my part?"

The two boys blinked in confusion, earning a soft chuckle, "This is not merely intervening when your sister was in a life or death situation. You are asking me to kill someone you know. That puts me in danger of being waylaid, surely you have something you can offer in return."

"We... uh..."

Another minute or two passed, before the boy-who-lived let out a sigh, "Pity, well good luck with your situation. I am sure if you talk to your parents they will..."

"They didn't do anything!" Fred exclaimed, standing from his seat as rage flashed in his eyes. "We did go to them, wrote them a letter and do you know what they said? 'We trust Dumbledore to choose the correct teacher, you are overreacting.' Can you believe this shite? Overreacting!?"

"Oooo oooo I know my Lord!"

The four students turned to the excitable blonde who had been working quietly thus far on some homework.

"Yes Luna?"

"Since you are saving Ginny's virtue then that is what should be the price. You can never own too many sex buddies after all."

"WHAT!?"

"NEVER!"

"Okay..."

The twins turned in shock towards their younger sibling, who was staring down at the ground to avoid eye contact.

"Gin you can't..."

"And if I don't? Either way my virginity is going to be taken, at least this way I have a choice. At least this way it will be to someone my age... someone who I..." She trailed off, a blush quickly consuming her face.

"Unless you two have something else to offer for my services?" Harry inquired, earning defeated shakes of the two boys' heads.

"Well fear not, although I will take your sister as payment I have no intention of raping her or any such nonsense. Now then onto business, I assume you want this done before Friday evening?" Nods confirmed the statement, earning another nod from the boy himself. "Very well, I think we will plan for tomorrow night then, be sure that both of you and young Ginny here have a solid alibi for the time between seven and nine in the evening. Wouldn't want you three to be linked to the act after all, now would we?"

***LoD***

"Neville."

"Draco."

"Congrats about your parents being back."

The Longbottom grinned, before nodding, "Thanks, I appreciate it."

"Listen... I don't know if you have anything planned for the summer but..."

"But?"

"I mean... with our Lord off doing... whatever it is he does I thought you might want to get together. Maybe do some schoolwork or just go flying or something..."

The Gryffindor blinked twice in confusion, before grinning even wider, "Sounds fun, I mean we might have to keep our parents out of it lest they start accusing each other..."

"Yeah no kidding, adults are morons."

"Also... if I have to go flying you have to come with me on a camping trip."

Draco paused, weighing the positives and negatives of such a thing. He hated camping, and the outdoors in general, but also knew that Neville abhorred heights. "Alright... but you have to come to a professional Quidditch game with me. One game, plus five separate flying sessions for a day of camping."

"Four sessions, and I will buy snacks at the game."

"Deal!"

***LoD***

"Professor?"

"Ah Harry, please come in. What can I do for you?"

"Well I was just hoping that you might indulge a request of mine. I was hoping to get an honest assessment of my dueling skills against someone above a student level so I was thinking that maybe..."

The boy trailed off, leaving Lockhart to fill in the blanks for him, unfortunately it took longer than Harry was hoping, as the man stared off into space for nearly a minute before coming to the correct conclusion.

"You wanted to test yourself against me?"

"After hearing about all of your amazing conquests sir I was hoping to see how I measure up."

The gleam that appeared in the man's eyes was more than a little unsettling, as he cleared his throat with a nod.

"Yes... yes I suppose I can do that. I assume you want to keep this a secret yes?"

"Yes sir, if anyone else knew..."

"No, I completely understand, we both have images to maintain. Shall we make this a bit more interesting though? The winner gets to play a game with the loser for the rest of the evening."

The boy's head cocked to the side in an innocent expression.

"Game sir?"

"Yes, oh don't worry my dear child, I promise you will enjoy it." The young potter was forced to ignore the sudden urge to rip the man's tongue from his mouth after he licked his lips in a rather disgusting manner.

"Oh, okay."

"Perfect, let me just set up the platform." a few waves of his wand later and the two stood opposite of each other.

"First we bow and then we begin!" the man called, before sending a stunner at the raven-haired boy.

Harry actually did roll his eyes, as he shifted slightly, allowing the spell to pass by him and raised his own arm in retaliation. It was past time for him to stop holding back the flood. Darkness surged forward, smashing into the man opposite to him and sending the professor crashing to the ground with a cry of pain.

"Wh-wha-what was that?"

"I'm surprised professor, I thought you would have dodged that. A pity, stand back up so that we may resume please."

The blonde struggled to his feet, whimpering slightly as he crashed back down to one knee. "I-I seem to h-have pulled s-something. We will have to r-resume this at a l-later..."

"Stand. Up."

Lockhart froze, before staring up into the darkness filled eyes of his opponent.

"I-I can't Harry..."

"Mr. Potter, you may call me Mr. Potter."

"Y-yes o-of course... I-I am injured though and..."

"Does it look like I care? You bragged about how you fought off a Vampire lord with two broken legs, sang about your defeat of a pack of Werewolves without a Wand, claimed you defeated a Voodoo Dark Lord with nothing but your wits and Wandless Magic... stand up."

"Th-that was just fiction Harry! Just stories to sell books! I-I never..."

"Then what good are you?"

A rod of darkness ripped through the man's back, impaling him through his torso before withdrawing with a sickening sound, leaving the fraud coughing up blood. "W-wait... Harry..."

"Wait? What ever for? You said it yourself, the winner gets to 'play' for the rest of the evening. Does it look as though I am done 'playing'?"

"P-please... Harry..."

A snap echoed through the room as the man's leg was twisted a dozen times in rapid succession, breaking the bones like toothpicks.

"Do you know why I am doing this professor?" the boy inquired, ignoring the screams of agony from his opponent. "It is not because you called me the wrong name. It is not because you are a loser and a fraud. It is not because you dared to presume you could have your way with me... no all of these things I could overlook..."

"P-p-p-please... mercy!"

"The act that condemned you was when you set your sights upon Ginny... when you dared to attempt to take what is mine. I am a greedy man Lockhart... she is mine and will remain mine."

"I-I-I won't t-touch her, I-I swear!"

"Oh I know you wont..."

Harry would spent the remained of the evening finding new and inventive ways to pull apart a human being without killing them. Lockhart's death would finally come after several hours of dismemberment.

His remains would never be found.

***LoD***

"Headmaster, it appears we have a bit of a problem."

"Oh? What is that Nymphadora?"

The Auror fought back the urge to backhand the man, before handing over a leaf of parchment, earning the curiosity of the remainder of the staff.

"It appears as though Professor Lockhart has decided to take a sabbatical..."

"Odd... he did not mention anything to me."

The remainder of the staff shook their heads as well.

"According to his note he has left due to a family emergency..."

Snape's eyes widened, as he directed his gaze towards the paling Headmaster. It was the same 'excuse' they had used in regards to Quirrell's disappearance.

***LoD***

"I can't believe we are still doing this..."

"Shut up Nott and shove over, I want to be as far away from Weasel as possible."

"What did you just say Malfoy?"

"You heard me!"

"Gentlemen! Kindly shut your mouths and stand still. The picture will not come out right if you do not."

The boys grumbled and fell into their assigned spots with the rest of their class. It was a tradition at Hogwarts that at the end of every year a class photo would be taken to show unity in Hogwarts, despite the obvious divisions among the House lines.

"Bloody hell Scabbers quit fidgeting."

"You brought your gross rat into the picture!?"

Ron rolled his eyes at the Hufflepuff girl's exclamation, "Of course I did... and he is not gross. He is a family pet."

"Right, stand still children and say 'Merlin'. With everything that has happened this photo will be going on the front page of the Prophet!"

***LoD***

"Ginny? What do you think you are doing?"

"What are you talking about Ron? I am just..."

"Talking to Slytherins!"

"Yeah... and?"

"And? AND!? They are Slytherins Ginny! They are evil!"

"They are not..."

"Yes they are! No sister of mine is going to be talking to any slimy snakes!"

"I will talk to whoever I want to talk to! You do not get to decide who I spend time with Ron!"

"You can't be seen with them!"

The young girl rolled her eyes, "And who am I supposed to be seen with then? I don't have any friends in Gryffindor, Luna is always in Slytherin, and I barely know anyone from Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw."

"You should be with Gryffindors! We are the good guys!"

"Oh get over yourself Ron, we are in school, there are no 'good guys' or 'bad guys'. This isn't some stupid adventure book."

"No it isn't, this is real life! What are mom and dad going to say when they hear about this!?"

"They will probably be happy I am making friends, and if not then I do not care about what they say. It is not their business who I choose to have as friends at Hogwarts, besides I already told them about the boy!"

Ron reached out to grab his sister by the arm and pull her away, and yell at her about her choice in potential boyfriends, but gripped a bit too hard and earned a cry of pain from the younger girl.

"Is there a problem here?" a voice called from behind, forcing the redheaded boy to spin around and face down two angry emerald eyes.

"Mind your own business Potter!"

"You are hurting a friend of mine... I consider this my business."

"I said..."

"Mr. Weasley, one hundred points from Gryffindor, and detention tonight."

"What for!?" the boy shouted back at the Slytherin Head of House in rage.

"Harming another student, insulting your fellow classmates, and back talking a teacher."

"Hmph, some teacher you are."

"A week of detention Mr. Weasley, and I dare you to make that comment again." This time it was McGonagall, who had walked into the hallway unseen moments prior.

The boy merely sputtered, before stomping off in rage.

***LoD***

"Hello Harry."

"Good evening Auror Tonks, something I can help you with?"

The woman nodded, "Just here to do a routine inspection. With everything that happened, and now a professor's disappearance, the DMLE wants to ensure that all of the students are safe and secure. Slytherin is the last stop on my list and since you have a private room..."

The boy nodded, before gestured to let the woman walk inside. "Whatever I can do to help."

She nodded appreciatively and glanced around before approaching the bed and running her fingers along the sheets, caught up in previous, forbidden, memories.

"I assume you will need to thoroughly examine the bed?"

The Pink-haired Auror's breath caught in her throat at the husky tone he had used. She knew exactly what he was suggesting… and couldn't quite bring herself to refuse. "Of course… can't have our students in any sort of danger now can we? I would appreciate your help in this matter."

The raven-haired boy smiled, before discarding his outer cloak, "As I said before, anything I can do to help..."

***LoD***

Harry Potter was a very intelligent boy, in fact if he was actually offered an 'IQ' test it would put him well above the 'genius' range. He could speed-read, and memorize books in mere minutes, even understanding the context of each as he did so.

He could use new spells simply by seeing them performed one time, could learn new languages in mere days, and had the highest academic achievement record in the history of the prestigious school.

All that being said the boy was a bit confused at the moment, because Luna Lovegood was actually ignoring him.

"Luna?"

She didn't so much as shift in her seat, instead continued working on an essay for the summer.

The Potter heir glanced over to where Hedwig was sitting nearby as well, also ignoring him in favor of looking through a book on exotic locations.

"Hedwig..."

The white-haired girl refused to acknowledge him as well.

Normally he would find such a situation irritating... and probably force his Magic not to lash out at the two causing him the undue stress. Oddly enough though there was a different emotion. Something he had often heard was known as 'regret'.

"Are you both ignoring me?"

No answer.

"You know..." he mused, sitting down at a nearby table as if talking to himself. "I find myself in a rather odd situation. The last time someone willingly chose to ignore my presence I was debating on whether to simply depart... and never see them again."

Hedwig froze in her seat, recalling that incident as the memory of being ignored and abandoned tore through her mind. Was this a bad idea? Were they going to cause far more trouble than anything they could ever gain from such actions?

"But for some reason I am not feeling inclined to do so this time."

The pale girl noticed the blonde's shoulders relax ever so slightly as well. Apparently, Luna had been sharing the same thoughts.

"The problem, however, is that despite the fact that I could violently rip into both of your minds with ease and find out exactly what the problem is I would rather not do so. This also means that I am unable to make any corrections to prevent this sort of... insubordination in the future. Since it seems you are both set in your path perhaps you could speak with each other so that I might overhear..."

"Say Luna"

"Yes Hedwig?"

"Are you still angry about Tonks spending the night again?"

"Me? Not as much, I am far more upset over the fact that someone else was chosen for our Lord to use for his enjoyment than me... especially someone who is not loyal, and he has not had nearly as much contact with."

"Ah I see, well I am still angry about Tonks being invited into our bed..."

"My bed"

Both girls fell silent at the icy tone that permeated the air, the room darkening slightly as his Magic flowed around them.

"It is not our bed it is my bed, just as it is my decision on whom I share relations with." he slowly rose, before pacing in a circle around the two girls.

"It appears as though there has been some miscommunication somewhere along the lines. Neither of you are my superior. Neither of you are in control of my life or my actions, and neither of you have a say in whom I choose to share this life with. I could walk outside and fuck the nearest girl and neither of you would would be able to change that."

He paused, allowing the darkness to recede and his voice to take on the happier tone once more, "However, I would like for both of you to share this life with me, and so I will take your feelings into account and attempt to involve you more. That does not mean I will stop in these activities but I will try and be more discreet."

Turning, he addressed the young blonde directly, "As for you Luna, I am unsure as to why you are upset with me, considering Hedwig was the one who insisted I avoid even looking at you in any inappropriate way. I was planning on thoroughly exploring your body the first week you were here."

The blonde shot an annoyed glare at the former owl, who muttered about a certain boy betraying her.

"I have upset you both though, and I intend to make this up to you. I have overheard Pansy more than once demanding Draco 'buy her something pretty' in return for her forgiveness and so I will allow you both to pick out one item from any catalog you can find in the Slytherin dorm area."

Luna promptly gave a squeal of delight, ran over to kiss the boy on the cheek, before bolting to obtain the necessary 'research' materials. Hedwig merely stared at him in surprise.

"What, are you so shocked that I can be kind?"

"No, I know you can be. I am just surprised that you let us off so easily, that you did not punish us..."

He glanced over at her, before a smirk appeared on his face. "Oh my dear Hedwig... who said anything about not punishing you? I fully intend to make you earn your forgiveness. I am just debating on what position I want you in tonight..."

The white-haired beauty blushed deeply, before muttering something about it being Luna's fault.

"Do not concern yourself with Luna my dear..." he drawled, slowly moving so that he stood behind her. "She will be receiving her 'punishment' once we agree she is old enough for me to use her properly."

His hands slipped into the top of her dress, fingertips just above her skin. "Now then... perhaps we should do a bit of a sneak preview?"

***LoD***

"Albus, may I speak with you please."

The elderly Wizard glanced over at the Floo, and where Amelia Bones' head was currently being projected.

"Ah Director, you seem to have caught us in the middle of our last staff meeting for the year, could this wait until..."

"No."

Blinking in surprise the man nodded, before allowing the head of the DMLE to step through. "Is there a problem Ma'am?"

"Yes Auror Tonks, there is. Albus we have a situation that need immediate addressing."

"Oh?"

"Sirius Black has escaped from Azkaban."