Clock Tower Courtyard-
Harry was enjoying the silence of the courtyard. He had just finished Hagrid's Care of Magical Creatures' class. Neither Hermione nor Ron had chosen to take the class this time for their NEWTs and Hagrid wasn't very happy about it, and he being a student in the class had elevated Hagrid's mood a little, since he was the only one willing to participate in the class and have a conversation with the lovable half-giant among the four. And the three who had taken the courses beside him were obviously hoping for an easy pass considering Hagrid's standard.
But now, he was in a dilemma, he recently noticed that every time he copied a person's memories and viewed everything in their minds, the ambitions of his targets started embedding onto his own mind and those thoughts began influencing him. He first noticed the change when he copied Pansy's mind, he had a sadistic streak of thoughts for the next few days. The reason he noticed it was because when Hermione sat beside him the next day, he had really prejudiced thoughts about her blood-purity as a muggleborn. Pansy hated muggleborns like Hermione, not mainly because of her blood status but because of Hermione's way of thinking that if she read a few books about pureblood laws then she considers herself to be an expert in the topic.
He realised that the problem was copying a person's mind structure as a whole. Since, he now had a perfect memory thanks to Voldemort; he never forgot anything he learned from others. His morals were corrupted to his core, but he still somehow had them. It took him a few days to get over it and eventually he resorted to copying some parts of Hermione's thought process to overcome the blood-purist prejudice he acquired from Pansy.
The dilemma wasn't however about his corrupted morals instead, it was about Hermione. After resolving his issues with his mind modifications by absorbing parts of Hermione's mind, he understood that he had feelings for his best friend. Years back, when he rode Buckbeak with Hermione, he had feelings for her and when he saw her walking down the stairs with Krum during the Yule Ball, he had feelings for her and even when he kissed Cho, Hermione was the only one in his mind. But, he had always suppressed his feelings for her in fear of rejection and he knew that if she did reject him, their friendship would go up in smoke. He supposed that if he can't have a relationship with her, at least he could have her as a best friend, not having her in his life was unimaginable for him. He just wanted her to be happy; he figured that if he can't give her that happiness then he hoped that he could facilitate her to finding someone who can give her that.
The problem was Ron manipulating Hermione, he was thinking of something that could sabotage Ron's manipulations. And he even had a plan but he was lost on how to deliver it, the thing was that he had reverse engineered the potion he stole from Ron, he just didn't know who he should key it to. The potion would slowly take effect, tricking the mind of the person under it, in a few months' time; the victim would be completely under the user, making them completely loyal. He had read Ron's mind and he realised that there were two avenues for him, he just had to choose one of the two and he hated choices.
The first one was Christmas at the Burrows, Ron had invited them all already and he was planning on going, while Hermione would be going to her own home. So, he figured that if he could find a few drops of tears from either Ginny or Molly and if he gave it Ron, then that would cause a lot of problems, considering that incest was frowned upon among the Light families in the country and Weasley being a Light family, it would definitely be good a revenge against Ron. But the problem was Ginny, she had grown during the summer and now she was really beautiful and quite feisty, he liked that and he already had a plan to neutralise Ginny, and since she was trying to use the same potion on him, he didn't want to abandon that plan.
The second choice was simple, he had to find some girl in school who would make Ron miserable and if he gave the potion keyed to that girl to Ron, the redheaded idiot wouldn't have a chance but to be loyal to that girl forever, essentially making him miserable. The thing was that he had several good prospects and he had to choose between them once again, and he hated choosing one of many choices, than not having a choice at all. The problem with the second plan was that Ron would continue to be a threat to Hermione until he can choose the girl and he didn't think he can choose now.
He stood up and walked away from the courtyard heading into the castle in deep thought.
Abandoned Classroom (Sixth Floor)-
Ginny had evaded almost everyone in her house and made sure that no one would notice her absence for a while. She was almost skipping her way to the classroom that she had in mind because Harry was waiting for her. She was positive that the potion her mother had given her to use on Harry was finally working. She was beginning to wonder when it would show considerable results.
Harry, on the other hand, was patiently sitting on the table in the classroom facing the door while awaiting Ginny's entry. Since, the beginning of the year, he had kept a close eye on the redheaded slag, mostly to avoid her potion induced snacks, to make it seem like that he is consuming it, so not to arouse suspicion.
Yesterday, after all that deliberation, he finally decided to go with option 'b'. Waiting for a girl who can make Ron miserable and then tying him to her seemed more satisfying vengeance in the long term than anything he could think off in option 'a'.
Having decided to go with plan b, he realised that he didn't need to wait anymore to neutralise Ginny once and for all. Ginny opened the door without knocking and she walked in with a huge smile on her face. Just as soon as she entered, she greeted him happily, "Hi, Harry…"
He, in turn, simply glanced at the door behind her and it locked itself with a click. He beheld her sternly, as he had no intention of letting his guard down. Ginny was beautiful, well-endowed, and a slag, it was as simple as that, contrary to the belief of the school's inhabitants, Dean wasn't her first serious relationship. Ginny began her sexual encounters last year, first with a Ravenclaw seventh-year, who used her for sex, and she willingly consented to be used as a sex object. At times, the seventh-year boy even brought two of his friends to join with him and she thoroughly loved it. And then, she had a few encounters with some other boys in school, until her sights were fixed on Dean, even now when she was with Dean, it didn't stop her from getting in bed with other boys. The only reason for why her status as a slut was kept from the ears of the school's populace was because she had a way of 'magically compelling' her partners to keep it a secret, which was something even her partners didn't know about.
He reached into his robes and he took a vial containing a transparent orange coloured potion, he pointed it at her and asked, "Could you tell me what this is?"
Ginny's eyes widened as she realised that she had been caught, she tried to think of a reason, but she couldn't come up with anything convincing, "Harry, I…"
"Save me the trouble of finding out the truth, Ginny, just answer my question honestly."
She didn't reply back, instead, she subtly drew her wand from under her sleeve and she cast her infamous 'Bat-Bogey Hex'. The yellow orb of light travelled across the room and towards the raven-haired man who was viewing her laxly. However, the spell never connected, it collided with an invisible barrier just a foot before him and dispersed away. Ginny who understood that he had cast a barrier to protect himself, she tried to raise her wand for another spell, but suddenly she realised that her wand was missing. She stumbled in shock, her wand was in her hand just mere moments ago and now she was disarmed, she didn't know when he had disarmed her and how, she hadn't even felt the 'disarming spell'.
She briefly looked around for the wand on the ground until she heard him ask, "Looking for this…?" She turned her gaze towards him only to see him holding her wand in his hand.
"I wanted to handle this as smoothly as possible, but seeing as you're ready to fight me, it's time I took offensive action."
He paused for a moment and then he began, "Ginny, you owe me a debt, don't you? A life debt, for saving your life from Riddle in the Chamber of Secrets, four years ago… Since you haven't paid me back in full and with thanks to your attempts at deception towards me, the magnitude of your debt has only increased."
"I don't owe you, Harry…" Ginny replied vehemently.
"I know that you never felt like you owed me Ginny, but until last year, I too never considered asking for it. Since life debts are a state of mind, where magic just recognises its validity and binds it, I have come to the conclusion that you do owe me your life and as I was your saviour, your magic simply felt obliged to bind you. With all this in mind, I think it's time that you repaid me back in full."
Ginny dropped her idea to attack him and decided to beg him for mercy, she understood that whatever Harry was planning wasn't good, "Harry, please don't do this."
He stared at her impassively for a long minute and then he merely drew his wand and pointed it at her as he spoke, "I, Harry James Potter, in the name of magic, claim Ginerva Molly Weasley's mind and body into servitude until I deem it otherwise." And then, there was a red orb of light at the tip of his wand before it disappeared and subsequently, Ginny felt his magic on her skin, and she knew that she was under his control.
"What have you done?" She yelled at him outraged by his actions.
He simply stared at her patiently for a few minutes until she was calm enough and then he continued, "First, let's go over some rules. One, you will obey my every command. Two, you will not speak of this to anyone…, ever, three, you shouldn't make any attempts at indicating your current predicament to anyone in any way and four, you should never consciously or unconsciously mean any form of harm to me, ever. Acknowledge…"
He commanded her and she nodded as she replied impassively, "Yes…"
"Good! Your job is to inform me about anything and everything your mother is scheming and you'll act normally around others."
Ginny tried to glare but she felt a sting in her throat, she realised that her magic was prohibiting her from violating an order, so she forcibly schooled her features as all the violent thoughts about Harry went away and she actually felt happy about being under servitude, she felt herself smiling as she replied cheerily earning her a raised set of eyebrows from him, "Yes, Harry…"
Broom closet-
"So, what can you tell me about Malfoy?" Harry asked as he was attached to Pansy having his hands circled around her waist.
Pansy was feeling really excited. After their second under-the-sheets activity, Harry had asked her to get close to Draco and find out about what he's doing and to report it back to him and in return she would get arse ploughing sex. What she didn't know was that he was keeping an eye on her via Winky and Missy, "Draco always takes a 'dreamless sleep' potion before he goes to bed, courtesy of Professor Snape. When a person is under the effects of the dreamless sleep potion, if he/she gets 'Confunded', it's relatively easy to cross the…"
Pansy didn't finish, she was interrupted by Harry, "…Occulumency barriers via Legilimency. What's your point?"
"My point is that I 'Confunded' Draco and I used the Legilimency on him for three nights."
Harry smiled at her, "Good girl."
He then gave her a short peck on her lips and asked, "What did you learn?"
"Not much, I couldn't get all the way into his mind, my Legilimency isn't strong enough and Draco's barriers are too strong for me. But I did learn from a few memories that the Dark Lord has given Draco a mission."
"What mission?"
"I don't know that but I know that it includes something about Dumbledore."
"Hmm… Not surprising, it's Voldemort who gave the mission and it includes Dumbledore." He noticed that Pansy shivered a little when he said the Dark Lord's name out loud but he chose not to do anything about it.
"What else did you see in his memories?"
Pansy answered seriously, "A memory about Bellatrix Lestrange telling Draco that his godfather professor Snape would protect him with his life and that he has made an 'Unbreakable Vow'."
"A vow to whom…?"
"That I don't know, but Bellatrix cast it on Snape and someone received it."
Harry detached himself from her and he mused, "What do we know? Snape has made an unbreakable vow to someone, cast by Lestrange, he has vowed to protect and help Malfoy with his mission. And Malfoy has gotten a mission from the Dark Lord, and his mission is something that includes Dumbledore."
Harry sighed and commented out loud, "Purebloods, huh…"
"You say that with such contempt, Potter. You really must hate us?" Pansy spoke to him.
"I don't hate them; I just don't see the logic behind blood-purity. I'm a half-blood; you don't see me making a fuss about it?"
"Who said, you were a half-blood?"
"I am a half-blood…!" He exclaimed carefully.
"Do you even know what a half-blood means…?"
"Of course, I know…, a child born to one pureblood parent and another ordinary parent." He replied in an obvious tone.
"No…, a 'magical child' born to one 'Pureblood' parent and one 'muggle' parent... Your mother wasn't a muggle, she was a muggleborn witch, you had two magical parents, and that makes you a pureblood in the eyes of the magic. Definitely not in my family, but if magic recognises you as a pureblood, then you are one. Until now, I thought you were humble calling yourself a half-blood, but you just didn't know, did you?"
"Who said, I'm a pureblood? And magic hasn't accepted anything…"
Pansy scoffed out loud, "Oh please, Potter. I noticed the Black family ring that you're wearing, that ring cannot be worn unless you're a pureblood under the eyes of the magic."
"You can see the ring? I'm a…pureblood?" He asked out loud feigning confusion. He realised that the blood-adoption done from Sirius's blood must have changed his status as a pseudo half-blood to full-blooded wizard.
"Actually no, I can't see it, but I felt it and the crest's shape last time I intertwined hands with you as you were spanking my sore arse. Well if we're strictly speaking under the pureblood laws, no, you're not a pureblood, but you're definitely not a half-blood either."
"Okay, okay, let's put that aside. I want you to keep reading Malfoy until you find out what Malfoy's mission is?"
Pansy gave him a look that said 'sorry', "I can't… You see, Draco sleeps in the Headboy's quarters. A few days ago, professor Snape called me into his office and told me that I shouldn't disturb Draco when he's asleep. Apparently, he saw me going to Draco's room at night; he told that Draco needs to rest, now the wards aren't allowing me in anymore."
"Why is Malfoy sleeping in the Headboy's quarters? He isn't the Headboy, its Hamish from Ravenclaw."
"There is a Headboy's and Headgirl's connective quarters in every house's dorm. Professor Snape has given Draco special permission to use the one in the dungeons." Pansy replied in matter-of-fact tone. Harry scoffed at the reply.
"I'm sorry for Snape scolding you in his office; I know how unpleasant he can be."
"Potter, he's unpleasant to you and the others, he's soft to us." Pansy replied and he scoffed again.
"Anyway, if you can't get into Malfoy's room, then who can…?" Harry asked curiously.
Pansy silently mused for a moment and replied, "Probably that whore, Sally Smith. I've seen Draco taking her inside every now and then."
"Then, I'll go give her a visit."
Pansy looked at him in shock and spoke commandingly, "No, you will not."
"Excuse me…?" He asked carefully.
"I don't want you going near the slut. She'll probably jump you if she gets the chance. And I don't want anything festering in her loose cunt through you." Pansy replied in an ordering manner.
"I think you've got something wrong, Pansy." Harry moved closer, leaning forward, he pinned her to the wall, trapped her hands above her head with his left hand and he pressed his chest against her tits. He parted her legs with his knee and he drove his right hand into her crotch. He used his pointer, middle and thumb fingers to grab her folds and he spoke, "You're forgetting your place, my dear."
Pansy's breathing quickened as she nervously kept staring him in his intense eyes, under his gaze, she felt like a helpless prey and deep down, she liked being under him, "I think you need a reminder, my little slut." Pansy heard him speak threateningly and she felt herself getting wet.
Harry brought his hands up and he conjured an oval-shaped wooden ball the size of his fingers. He showed it to her and just when she gulped, he pulled her knickers aside and he drove it into her pussy. Pansy gasped at the intrusion, but it wasn't over, she felt him moving his hand to her butt. She began squirming with a moan when she felt something smooth and pointy pushing against her puckered hole. She arched her hips as it went all the way inside. Pansy felt him withdrawing his hand and her knickers going back to its place. With that, Harry slowly detached himself from Pansy, he leaned his head in and kissed her sensually for a whole minute and he walked out of the closet.
Sunday Afternoon (Abandoned classroom Tapestry corridor)-
Harry had used the 'point-me' spell to get here and he cast an illusion and sound-suppressing spell on the door as he opened it. He walked in under a disillusionment spell, since his spell was on par with Voldemort, so the occupants inside didn't notice him getting into the room.
Inside was Oscar Adams, a seventh-year Slytherin pureblood, Edward Rosier, another seventh-year Slytherin pureblood, Terry Flint, another seventh-year Slytherin pureblood and finally his target, Sally Smith, a fifth-year Slytherin.
There was a thick mattress on the floor; Sally was naked with only a dog collar around her neck, she was lying on her back on top of Rosier's bare chest as he was holding on to her hips and roughly pounding his cock into her stretched arsehole. Adams was naked and he was arched on top of her with his member moving in and out of her pussy at good enough speeds, while Sally was tightly sandwiched between Rosier and Adams. Flint, however had his shirt on, and he was standing facing against her face as he was plunging his dick deep into her throat at speed.
It was hot watching the three boys fucking the poor girl mercilessly. And Sally was desperately moaning through the cock that was buried deep in her throat, it looked like she had already had a few orgasms. They all seemed rather comfortable with each other being naked and in action, so he assumed that this must be a regular occurrence for them.
Suddenly, Adams raised his right hand up and he began slapping her left butt-cheeks. Sally's moans grew louder and the vibration of her moans transferred to the base of Flint's cock, pushing Terry over the edge. Flint tightened his hold of her head, he leaned his body forward and began spearing into her mouth, Sally began moaning even more loudly and within a minute, he groaned out loud and he cummed his load into her throat. Flint's cum spilt out of Sally's throat and her moving caused his dick to slip out and she was sprayed over her face and tits.
The other two boys too pulled out of her holes, and all three stood up, as Sally was lying on the bed exhausted from all the action. Adams and Rosier caught her by her hair and pulled her up from the mattress until she was sitting on her legs and then they simultaneously sprayed their loads into her mouth and on her face, which dripped down to her big lush teats. After the initial shots of cum dirtying her, she went on her knees and expertly cleaned all three cum-dripping cocks with her tongue as if she was worshiping their dicks and swallowed their loads.
Rosier placed his hand on Sally's mouth, moving his hand through her blonde hair, "Good girl…"
Sally slurped clean the third cock with a smile and she pulled her head back and swallowed down the juices with a gulp. Adams immediately caught her chin and pressed his fingers into her cheeks forcefully prying open her mouth, "Open wide bitch." And then he spat into her mouth, then the boys took turns spitting into her mouth as a reward, Flint slapped her on the face and spoke, "What do you say when we reward you, slut?" She smiled and swallowed the spit and thanked them with a, "thank you, sir", she kept thanking them each time they spat into her mouth.
When the boys were done spitting into her mouth, spanking her arse and rubbing their wet dicks on her busty tits and perky nipples, they all quickly re-dressed themselves and left the room with contented smiles on their faces and laughs between them on their way out, leaving Sally sullied with cum on her body and lying inexpressively on the floor, having 'banished' the mattress before they walked out. After about five minutes of blank staring on the ceiling of the classroom, she slowly sat up once again and she cleaned herself with a 'cleaning spell', removed the dog collar and she slowly got dressed without a smile, he could tell that she was sore by the way she winced every few minutes.
In the isolation of the room, he saw her real personality slipping out of her façade for a brief minute. He then simply dropped the 'disillusionment' as she was getting dressed and became visible. Sally gasped out in pure shock, "Potter, what are you doing here?" She asked him as she slowly edged toward the door seeing that a Prefect had seen her getting fucked by three boys in an abandoned classroom.
He simply stared at her as she reached for the door and he watched impassively as she tried opening the door, but she couldn't, "You can't leave until I say so." She heard him speak.
Sally rolled her eyes as she quickly crossed the room walking towards him and she pushed him to the wall and pressed her D-cups onto his chest, "Did you like what you saw, Potter? I can make you really happy if you keep what you saw to yourself." He could tell that she was consciously ignoring all the pain on her body hoping that if she satisfied him, then he would leave her alone.
He pulled on her left ear and he asked feigning disgust, "Don't you have any self-respect, Smith?" She stared at him in shock; she saw the eyes of a disappointed and disgusted parent/brother in him, tears began brimming in the corner of her eyes as he let the grip on her ear go.
"Sorry…" He apologised to the crying girl and he pulled her into a reluctant one-handed embrace. Using Legilimency on her, he realised that Sally wasn't a very bright witch by any standards, she had D-cup tits with cute perky nipples and a bigger juicy arse than anything he has seen before, but she was damaged as a person. Absence of parental support when going through psychosexual development can be damaging to a person and Sally's psyche told him that she was really heavily damaged.
He understood why it was so easy for others to manipulate her, Sally was the same age as Ginny and so she clearly lacked the emotional maturity, and so he began with his schemes. Sally tried to resist the embrace for the first few minutes, but when she couldn't pry herself off of him, she reluctantly melted into it, feeling a sense of protection that she hadn't felt in a long time, made her feel warm on the inside. She noticed that he wasn't getting aroused, having never experienced that before, she eased into him a little more. He stood there holding her for about five minutes as he gently rocked her back and forth a little, like a father would do to his daughter, his manipulation brought out an instant sense of trust.
After that, he slowly pulled apart clearly against her wish as she didn't want to let go of him. He wandlessly conjured a wooden chair for her and he pushed her down a little by her shoulder so for her to sit. And then he conjured a chair for himself and he took a seat opposing her.
"I'm a Prefect, Sally. I can help you."
Sally snorted and replied sadly, "No one can help me."
"I can help you, Sally. Trust me…" He replied and she looked at him carefully. Feeling that hug he had given her, she decided to take a leap of faith and trust him.
"What do you want me to do?"
He smiled softly and he spoke, "First, tell me how all of this began, when, why and where?"
"I'm a muggleborn, mum was a muggle, and she died at the end of my first year here, she had Alzheimer's. My mum told me that dad was obviously a wizard, but I've never met him, he left when I was three weeks old, she said that he had vanished without a trace. I got the Hogwarts letter and well to my luck I was sorted into Slytherin, and everyone hated me here. No one spoke to me, they locked me out at nights, harassed me, abused me and Snape didn't even care if they were bullying me. During third year, at the end, just before the final stage of the Triwizard tournament took place, one day Edward came and told me that he could protect me from the bullies..., if I did something for him. I was a naïve little girl and I accepted that he would protect me and in return that I would do him a favour. A few days later, he called me to this room and when I came, he asked me to drink a potion and I did. Once I drank the potion, he disarmed me, he tied me up to the teacher's desk, he gagged my mouth with his underwear so that I won't scream and then he brutally raped me. When he was done and I was crying my eyes out, he told me that no one would bully, tease or harass me for a week and for their neutral behaviour to continue that I will have to come back here the next week on my own volition." Sally had always wanted someone she could share all of this to and she had none, so when he asked her and began listening keenly, everything came pouring out like a dam that's been ruptured.
"The next week, just as Edward promised, no one bullied me or even glared at me. They were neutral, I wasn't locked out at nights anymore, and all my clothes returned to my trunk, they no longer went missing." Sally paused and through her tears she noticed that Harry was holding a glass of water for her and she took the glass and drank the water.
Sally gave the glass back and continued with a sniff, "But the week ended and I didn't come here, and once again everything went back to the way it was before. They all began hating on me again, this time even more so than before. I tried to resist for a few weeks but I couldn't endure anymore. I once again went to Edward and told him that I'll heed to his demand, that I'll do anything he wants. The next day, I was ordered to meet him here and I came, but Edward brought Oscar with him as punishment for not showing up for the earlier weeks. They took turns to fuck me and they also did things to me together while I simply laid there and took their punishment without a word."
Sally's crying became too much to the point she couldn't continue. He took his wand and he gave a wave over her and all the aching pain on her body vanished almost instantly. The sudden loss of all pain in her body caused her to stop crying for a moment in relief, he used that opportunity to wipe away the tears with his thumb and Sally who liked the gesture of someone really protecting her, so she willed herself to not to cry anymore.
"The following weeks, I came here and they tried different things on me. They hung me to the ceiling by my hands, they tied me up to the tables, they often stuffed things into my butt and plugged it, they ordered me not to wear my knickers under my skirt anymore, they clamped my nipples with pins, they inserted blunt hooks into my nether, most times they used collars and treated me like a bitch and they did several other things to me. I once went to Snape's office so that I can tell him everything, but do you know what he said?" Sally asked and when he shook his head, she continued again, "Snape told me that I should be grateful that I can serve the elites with my body and that it was an honour for me to serve the pureblood heirs, and that's why 'mudblood bitches' like me were born for in the first place. And when I protested, Snape pinned me to the wall and forced himself on me, he captured me and kept me tied up in a cage inside his office for three days and he fucked me whenever he fancied it, until I actually began enjoying it."
"Good lord…" He muttered out loud and she looked away in shame.
"After that, I decided to go along with it, if no one bullied me anymore outside all these. And I did, slowly I began really liking it, until one day, Edward and Oscar brought, Terry Flint, Gregory Goyle and Draco Malfoy with them. That day, all five of them fucked me together and then took turns to fuck me, they fucked me for seven hours straight. After that, they began alternating between themselves every other day..."
Harry decided to stop her there, "Let me stop you there. With whom all have you been with until now and do you still do it with them and is there a schedule of some sorts?"
Sally viewed him with reluctant eyes, but since she trusted him, she replied, "I've been with Edward Rosier, Oscar Adams, Terry Flint, Gregory Goyle, Draco Malfoy, Vincent Crabbe, Blaise Zabini and Professor Snape. I do it every Thursday with Edward, Oscar and Terry, right here in this room just like today. Every Sunday, I'm supposed to find Vincent and Gregory in the Forbidden Forest. I do it almost every other night with Draco, and whenever he calls for me during the week, Snape's orders. Several times with Snape in his office those days he kept in the cage, and once Zabini joined with the others for a Christmas special gang fucking."
"You like their treatment, don't you?" He asked seeing her eyes.
"It's not like I wanted to like it, but I somehow ended up liking it. I supposed that if I can learn to like it, then my life would be a little easier." Sally wasn't crying anymore and he could see that she had come to terms with it all.
Harry nodded as he stood up from his chair and he began pacing around the room. Finally after about fifteen minutes of pacing and muttering, he spoke to the nervous girl, "I can help you with everyone except Snape, and I have a plan, we can erase the memories from everyone's minds and make them neutral to you in a way that wouldn't arouse the suspicion of Snape long enough for me to take care of him. In turn, I want you to do something for me. Actually, I came here today so that I can ask for a favour, so I'm asking."
Sally looked at him, scrutinising for a few minutes as she asked cautiously, he couldn't really blame her for her doubt because the last time someone asked her for a favour, things didn't really work out for her, "What favour?"
"You can get close to Malfoy and I want you to place this Galleon on something he carries with him at all times, ideally his wand. Malfoy won't suspect you for the first time, he'll simply expect you to pleasure him and when he's done, he'll simply roll over and sleep without caring whether you liked it or not. When he does that, I want you to place the Galleon on his wand, until the Galleon disappears, just make sure he's really tired when you go to fuck him." Harry iterated carefully as he gave her a Galleon, earning a surprised look from the girl.
Sally couldn't believe that Potter had accurately guessed an ideal night with Draco. She would usually go to his room and she would give him either a blowjob or titfuck when he's tired, he would cum on her face and mouth, and then he would go to sleep. And if Draco isn't tired, he would fuck her for about ten minutes and he would cum inside her and he'd be done with it. Her opinion about Harry only grew as he impressed her.
"What do I get in return if I do this?" Sally asked hoping that she would get something more than his help in handling her fuck-bullies.
"How much do you have in your Gringotts account?" Harry asked her carefully.
Sally looked away as she spoke softly, "I don't have a Gringotts account. I live in an orphan girls' home during the summer and I study here with the scholarship Dumbledore has granted me."
"Well, you now have an account in Gringotts with fourteen thousand Galleons in it." He handed her a small golden key with a half-smile tugging on his face.
Sally looked in pure shock, at the small gold key in her hand, she asked, "Why…?"
"Why not…? I have around fifty million in all my accounts combined that I'm not using, what are a few thousand Galleons gonna do to my wealth?"
"But still…?"
Sally began but she was interrupted, "Look, think of this as a way to lead a stress-free life, the interest of that sum alone would be enough to run a moderate life for a year without having to work or worry about. A small payment for what you're about to do for me."
Harry paused and asked her again, "Do you usually go home for Christmas?"
"No…, I usually stay here in case one of them chooses to stay, and if he needs me here for fucking."
"Then this time, you should go whether or not anyone stays, claim the account at Gringotts and build yourself a small basis for building a life outside this school."
"Thank you, Harry!" She exclaimed using his name for the very first time.
Harry placed his hand on her left cheek and he replied, "Don't thank me, you deserve my help." With that, he tenderly helped her up and led her out of the classroom.
Hogsmeade-
"Come on, Harry." She pulled him by his hand to the Scrivenshaft's Quill Shop.
Right now, he was looking at a collection of quills. She had won a bet against him, now, he had to pay her back by paying for everything she may or may not buy in Hogsmeade. Ron had chosen to go to Hogsmeade with the Quidditch team members, the redhead rarely spent any time with them anymore, not that he was complaining. The only time Ron spent with them was when he tries to compliment Hermione during the evenings, in the common room, sitting by the fire. Without Harry being on the team, Katie's approach at Captaincy had an effect on the team members. Ron's position as Keeper had given him a metaphorical drink of power that went straight to his head.
"Harry, come take a look here." She called out to him and he turned around walked to where she and shopkeeper were standing. She pointed out a glass box with several quills with beautifully coloured feathers.
"Which one do you want, miss?" The shopkeeper asked carefully.
"Which one should I pick, Harry? These are the multipurpose quills like the blood-quills Umbridge used to employ on us, but these are the regular kind." Hermione was still trying not to offend him, hence the reason for her explanation. He silently kept wondering about the 'fear of offending', he knew that it was a tough thing to overcome but was it that difficult; it clearly had an impact on a person's behaviour. She had won the bet fair and square; he now knew that never to make a bet with Hermione about the Library, even if you have parts of Voldemort's intelligence and knowledge.
"Which one of them do you like?" He asked her softly.
"There are a lot of colours I like in here, Harry, but each one of them, aligned in the separate series of the box, each one has different uses to them." She wanted to rant and give a small lecture but held herself to a brief reply.
"Give her one quill from every kind regarding its specific uses." He swiftly instructed the shopkeeper.
Hermione's eyes widened, "Harry, have you gone mad?"
"I've already told him, he can't stop now." He stated decisively with a smile.
A few minutes later, Hermione had a long rectangular box in her hand, which contained a variety of quills in it. He paid the shopkeeper the required amount of money, nothing really, just around fifty Galleons, but the shopkeeper handed him a balance, which didn't seem right and when he gave the man a curious look, the man had replied, "A reduction for Mister Potter." And he gave a swift nod of his head in acknowledgement.
As they were walking out of the shop, on the crisp snow, she gave him a blank stare and spoke, "You didn't have to buy me all of these, Harry."
"You didn't have to win the bet either." He countered cheerily and she bumped him with her shoulder in the right with a smirk.
"Would you mind if we stopped by the Apothecary before we go to Madam Rosmerta's?" He asked her.
"Not at all, Harry. What do you have to buy?" She asked just out of curiosity. He reached into the inner pocket of his tailored fur blazer and took a long list of ingredients and showed it to her. Having read the list, Hermione knew that there was something else going on because the sheer quantity of the ingredients that he was buying was clearly for not just replenishing his stores.
"Why do you need all this?"
He gave her a hesitant look and when she pressed for an answer, he replied cautiously, "Hermione…, I need you to promise me that you'll keep this to yourself."
"Harry, you know that I won't tell anyone."
He decided to give her a brief answer, "Fair enough! I'm working on a potion that could cure Lycanthropy."
"Are you, really?" She asked with a huge grin marring her face, she continued, "How come you didn't tell me?"
"Not here." He looked around and then continued, "I'll explain on the way back." He promised her quietly and she nodded happily.
After their shopping in the Apothecary, they had gone to the Three Broomsticks for a beverage. They both had a few Butterbeers in foaming tankards and with that their trip to Hogsmeade was over. They were on their way back to the castle; he was explaining the basics of his theory to the Lycanthropy's cure to Hermione.
As they were quickly walking away on the snow-covered path, they heard a loud shrill scream from behind him; he turned around with wand in hand, while in high alert expecting some form of DE attack. However, he was rather stunned to find Katie flying high up in the air with both her arms fully stretched to the sides.
He ran towards Leanne who was screaming and crying, while Hermione followed behind him watching what was happening to Katie in horror. He used his full speed to cover the distance as fast as possible; just as he reached them he pointed his wand at Katie and he spoke, "Finite Incantatem."
Katie fell down as his spell terminated the on-going effects of the curse on her; he jumped up as high as he can and he caught her bridal style in mid-air. He broke her fall while he landed perfectly on one knee. He laid her down on the ground only to hear Hagrid yelling towards them as the hefty man jogged to them, "Don' touch er…, she's bewitched'."
"We know Hagrid." He said to the lovable half-giant as he reached his hand into his fur blazer and retrieved a small black coloured pouch.
As he set the pouch on the ground, he noticed Leanne leaning in to touch the package what looked like a necklace inside it and he immediately warned her sternly, yet calmly, "Don't touch that…" He waved his wand over the opal necklace and bandages started to appear around it until it was fully covered.
He once again turned his attention back to Katie who looked frozen with her eyes wide open. He checked her eyes and found that her pupils more than a little dilated and then he checked her hands and he found black discolourations on the tip of the pointer, middle and ring fingers of her left hand. He removed her fingerless glove carefully and he made note of the bruise, the discolouration could only be found on the tip of her fingers and nowhere else, so he assumed that she might have just touched the opal necklace using those three fingers. Hence he took a sharp knife from inside his pouch and he made a clean lateral cut on the palm of her left hand.
"What are you doing, Harry?" Hermione asked him sternly while clenching her teeth due to the chilling cold added with the worry and fear of the situation, as Hagrid too nodded being completely supportive to Hermione's question.
"I need a medium to drain the residual magic of the curse from her system, hence the reason for drawing blood. The curse was afflicted on the touch of her fingers on the necklace, so the concentration of the curse's residual magic can be found the most on her left hand." He reasoned swiftly, as considerable amounts of the blood started flowing from her hand and so he waved his wand over her once. The blood that was flowing from her palm to the surface of the snow started turning black; meanwhile, he waved his wand in a circular motion and a bluish-white stag appeared and he commanded it, "Go inform Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey about this and lead them both here immediately." His Patronus Stag bowed to him and flew away turning into a ball of bluish white light.
Once the small pool of blood turned black, the colour started to recede as more blood was being added to the pool. He gave a wave of his wand and the cut on her palm almost disappeared instantly with the exception of a slight redness on the skin, whereas the discolouration on her fingers remained undiminished.
He placed the tip of his wand on top of her heart and he nonverbally cast another spell, until Katie was able to close her eyes and relax. Her breathing was still pretty irregular, however, her dilated pupils returned to normal and she didn't look like she was frozen anymore; although it was like she was shivering in pain and cold.
They heard a sudden din nearby and they looked around only to find professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey running up to them. "How is Miss Bell?" Madam Pomfrey asked before she even reached them.
"I've done my best at first aid, but she's still in pain." He briefed to Madam Pomfrey.
He picked up the bandaged necklace with him and took Hermione hand as McGonagall and Pomfrey portkeyed away with Katie. He assumed that they must have gone to the hospital wing. With that, they along with Leanne ran towards the castle in a hurry.