You arrived back at your dorm, alone, freshly showered, and satisfied.
Selene likely wouldn't be able to make a snide comment at you for weeks.
All in all, you were feeling good. So good, in fact, that you decided that you wanted to celebrate in one of the best ways you knew how.
That was to say, opening a book.
As you stepped back into your dorm room, you looked around, checking if Harry, or anyone else (for whatever reason) was there. There wasn't any sign of any habitation that wasn't regular, so you moved in fully, closing the door behind you, and shooting a wave towards the corner of the room, where your fairy and chess set were playing what looked to be a riveting game of Campaign for North Africa.
The group waved back before looking back towards their game. They seemed relatively focused, which was understandable, given they'd been playing it for a few weeks now.
Heading over to your bed, you looked at the large bookshelf that was built into the wall behind it. Every Ravenclaw apparently got their own personal bookshelf, in order to store various items, but mostly books.
Your own was packed to the brim, and you perused the titles, looking for something interesting to read. You brushed over the Kama Sutra and moved past Fantastic Creatures and Where to Find Them. You'd already read those titles a few times over.
Instead, you moved down the shelves, towards the bottom, where you kept your more eclectic titles. The Anarchist Cookbook, Clockwork Orange, and…
You paused at the sight of an unfamiliar black leather spine. You didn't recognize the volume.
Reaching forward, you grabbed it, drawing it out of the shelf. The moment your hand touched it, a faint whisper seemed to pick up. You ignored it, though, in favor of looking at the cover.
There wasn't a title, or at least, not one you could read. Instead, the words seemed to be written in some sort of Glyph you didn't recognize. They moved in a large loop around the front, and surrounded an odd, wrinkled portion of the leather that seemed to form a faint shape that reminded you of a face in pain.
How delightfully dramatic. You tried to recall when you'd found this book. It wasn't from any bookstores you recalled, and you were usually pretty good at this…
Oh!
This was the super cursed-looking book you found in that room super early in the year.
…
You stared at it for a while longer, before placing it on your bed and sitting cross-legged across from it.
It still did look super-cursed.
Did you really want to open this?
…Yeah.
You didn't waste any more time and reached forward, grabbing the book and opening it to the first page without any hesitation. It was only after you'd already done so that you thought to cast a curse detection spell.
Nothing was noted by it.
Patting yourself on the back, you got to reading. A perfectly reasonable amount of caution, truly. No one could accuse you of not being careful.
The first few pages were blank, but on the third, you flipped to what seemed to be the title page.
"B. Montragoux's Book of Rituals and Roux, The Perfect mix for Revenge and Stew"
Huh, catchy name.
That name though… you'd have to research it later. It rang a bell in your mind, but you couldn't quite identify where you'd heard it from.
Flipping past the first page, you came to the copyright, 1697, before passing that as well, and coming to the table of contents.
1. Scrying and Sight
2. Blessings and Blight
3. Omens and Portents
4. Runes and Moons
5. Binding and Finding
6. Charms and Harms
7. Brewing and Stewing
8. Seers and Fears
It seemed a bit odd to you, for a book of rituals to also include stew recipes. Maybe he got hungry midway through writing.
You tapped the book, trying to figure out which to check out first.
You popped the book open and began flipping through the pages. Honestly, everything in the table of contents seemed interesting, but you weren't so evil that you would immediately think to research things like curses.
No, Runes and Moons seemed much more interesting to you. Runes were something that you were already scheduled to learn about, according to the syllabi you'd seen from some upperclassmen.
It would be good to get a head start. Besides, the glory of owning the book was that you could always come back to it later.
Soon enough, you found the page you needed and stopped at the start of the chapter, indicated by what looked to be a hand-drawn picture of a moon with runes on it. On the nose, but it did the trick.
From there, you started reading, and as that was what you did best, you didn't stop. Starting with the introduction and moving through onto the more advanced parts of it, you learned a good deal.
The first part of the section pertained to the moon part of moons and runes. It detailed the various rituals that one could perform in order to summon things from beyond the earth, mainly the moon. Creatures and objects were both available. The focus of it, though, seemed to be the siphoning of power.
There were some warnings against such a practice, though. A crude drawing of some sort of creature emerging from the surface, and a page full of nothing but a raving scrawl of the words 'Brother Moon' over and over again was rather concerning.
The next part covered the opposite: how to send items to the moon. An interesting concept. Being able to banish objects that easily could prove useful. The writer detailed ways to use such a spell as a garbage disposal, storage, and indeed even a weapon.
The wizard, interestingly enough, included rather extensive scientific notation on why going to the moon yourself was a bad idea. The only caution mentioned was the fact that when sending an object to the moon, you had to be careful lest you open a two-way street.
Then you got onto the parts you were interested in. Laying runes as traps seemed interesting, but ultimately not something you foresaw yourself doing every day. While you enjoyed an indirect approach as much as the next person, you would admit to taking some joy in confronting and crushing your enemies upfront. Seeing them realize their loss was a special kind of joy.
And then, finally, you got the part that seemed the most interesting.
Runes as a tool for spellcasting.
You settled in, taking a long sip from the tea the house elves had brought you. The book wrote about runes not as though they were spells or simple magic. Rather, the writing reminded you a lot of a coding guidebook you had read once. The author spoke of them as though they were the building blocks of reality.
But with a difference. It was almost as if it were coding mixed with poetry. Or maybe, poetry written using codes. Concepts mattered, intentions mattered, just as much as the symbols themselves.
It was a fascinating read, and the author went into great detail on his own experimentation. It was the first instance of the scientific method you'd seen from magical folk so far.
By the time you looked up, having finished the chapter, you realized you'd already passed a few hours.
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There was a thing in an abandoned classroom on the third floor.
To call it a man would be a mistake, for whatever this thing was, it couldn't be considered human.
It sat, hunched, at the desk in front of the room. Its skin was pale and flaky, similar to burnt paper. It slowly drifted off, floating in the haze of energy drifting off it.
The fingers were long and knobby, nails cracked, hair sparse, and body thin. It looked, for all intents and purposes, like the sort of thing that drove magical children to create Boggarts.
And what drove Muggles to create the mythologies of monsters.
His name was Professor Quirinus Quirrell.
And he was not alone.
Neither in the room nor even in his own body.
His turban was in a pile on the desk in front of him, and he sat, shaking, in pain, as his very body withered from the strain of his current situation. Desperately, his hand moved almost as if against his will, with sharp, jerking motions, to grasp a nearby bottle.
"My Lord." Quirrel gasped, even as his hand moved on its own, popping the stopper off the top and letting the silvery vapors of all things defiled rush out. "That is the last of the Blood, if we run out-"
"We will not run out, Quirrel." A raspy voice, different from his own. It grated through the room, and the shuddered windows seemed to creak, the natural magic of the castle dying from his very presence. "You do not… doubt your master, do you?"
There was an obvious warning in the question, and the thing- no, the man straightened, a desperate, panicked look in his eyes.
"No sir, I-I'm just-"
"SILENCE."
Quirrel fell silent, and the vial was raised to his mouth, where, after only a moment's thought, he drank.
The Unicorn blood seeped down the side of his mouth, and tears could be seen at the corner of his eyes, as his very soul was eroded by the act. His magic rebelled against him for his crime.
But it went down, and after a few moments, he felt the degradation of his physical body cease, even if his soul cracked more with every passing moment.
"It is done."
There was no reply for a moment, but Quirrel knew his master hadn't left, couldn't have left.
After all, his master was inside him.
He felt his body stand, and the turban was rewrapped, his hands moving without his direction.
"We will try again tomorrow. For now, we will… restock."
Quirrel felt like he could cry, as his lord piloted his body back towards the forest. He'd already betrayed every moral he had with the first time.
Could he truly let himself be used to cause the death of another Unicorn?
He searched himself for the familiar feelings of revulsion that had risen in him the first time, but failed to find them.
They too had been consumed by his lord, as his body was slowly taken over more and more fully.
As Quirrel left the castle, he couldn't help but wish he could just remember his mother's face one last time. He'd already forgotten her name, after all.
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You didn't have a specific plan when you first went to work. You mostly wanted to create something interesting, rather than aiming for any particular purpose or object.
The runes were just- they were interesting compared to everything else that you'd tackled so far in the magical world. More so than just regular magic, at the very least.
Because, well, simply, they were like a science.
To a degree.
The more you read, the more you understood, quickly and easily, because runes made sense. In a way that most other pieces of magic didn't unless you bothered to take an extremely abstract view of it.
Runes, on the other hand, were like math: they simply worked together logically.
Everything was explained in the book, from the individual runes, what they did, why they did it, and so on, to the connections, and how particular interactions worked.
It was incredibly interesting, and drew you in quickly. Almost immediately you wanted to try out some of the things you read, and your mind went back to an old thing you'd seen in a TV show before you came to Hogwarts.
It had been called Star Trek. The transporters, particularly, interested you. Wizards already had the ability to teleport, though. You wanted this to feel unique…
You thought for a moment before your fingers twitched, and you moved over to your bedside table, digging through the drawer until you pulled out what you were looking for.
Two wooden coasters, about four inches across each.
They would do perfectly.
You set them down on the desk and grabbed a sheet to sketch out your idea.
'Portals V1' you jotted out at the top of the page, before starting to sketch the runes needed. Thankfully, there was already some structure written in the book that you could crib.
You quickly learned, though, that rune-crafting was apparently much more difficult than you'd first assumed. Even as you were just writing out the runes, the paper you were using began to smoke, and that was the only warning you had before you had to dive backwards, the entire paper exploding right there and then.
You grabbed a second sheet.
'Portal V2' you wrote out.
This version went a bit more smoothly. You managed to jot out a full rune-map on the page, with only a few sparks as a result. Where things went wrong, though, was when you began trying to carve the runes into the coasters.
The moment your pocket knife, one that you'd brought with you from home, started the third rune in the Trigram, the coaster shuddered, and there was a dull screeching noise before the objects crumpled to an off-white dust in your hand.
You wiped the dust off the desk, grabbed another coaster, and got back to work.
'Portals V3'
This time, you took every precaution you could, AND accounted for the material of the carving instrument, retrieving an unused potions knife, specifically enchanted to be inert, from your supplies.
You went through the entire process, and finally, at the end, tapped both with your wand, dragging a thin, blue-green line from one to the other.
The moment your wand finished the movement, there was a loud snap, and you stumbled backwards from the wave of force.
When you pulled yourself up from the ground, though, you found that you'd managed it.
The two coasters sat on the desk, and a glowing blue outline showcased a portal through to its mate.
You held back a supervillain laugh, but allowed the glee to bubble in your chest.
You did it!
Now the only question was… what to do now.
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You looked between the two portals.
There were numerous questions that you had to ask at this moment. How long the portals were going to last, what the effective range was, how fragile they were…
The physics of it, and how these would work with something like gravity, was mind-twisting. That alone would likely have you experimenting for days.
(Privately, the first experiments that came to mind, for some reason, were how many times you could teleport bread, and whether jumping through the portals would leach moon rocks from your blood. You ignore those, though, and instead added another tally to your theory that having magic made you grow increasingly unstable.)
But the magic side of things was even more head-spinning. Even the thought of beginning to figure out how this could work, and what benefits it could have, was difficult.
So you came to the obvious conclusion.
You needed to go see a professor.
Your first thought was to take it to Flitwick. The goblin professor was likely one of the most intelligent beings in the school, and she'd be thrilled to help one of her students, especially with something like this. But…
Still, even after all this time, you were conflicted about your feelings towards her. That attempt with Redruym had scarred your trust in the green-skinned woman; you weren't entirely comfortable with that yet.
The second thought you had was to bring it to the Runes Professor. You'd only ever seen the woman in passing, and she'd seemed, for the most part, a relatively jovial and helpful teacher.
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The only thing was, well, you didn't know her. As much as you trusted teachers on principle (you had a hard time believing that anyone could become a teacher for anything other than noble reasons), the thought of bringing your discovery to someone you didn't have a personal account of the character felt… dangerous.
Or at the very least, risky.
No, you couldn't bring it there either.
Your mind flashed through several other individuals. Luna, McGonagall, even Isolde (although that was mostly for bragging purposes), but eventually, you realized that there truly was only one good option in the entire school.
And that was how you found yourself heading down to the dungeons a full half-hour early, to see Professor Snape.
You swallowed as you stood by the door. Normally, when class started, they were open, but now, with no students, the potions professor kept them shut tight. You gave a knock.
Swallowing, you reached forward, delivering one, then two, and finally three loud knocks to the imposing gate.
There was no response at first, before, finally, you heard a curse from inside, and some shuffling, and the door opened, revealing-
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"What do you want?" Asked the very sweaty, flushed, and tired-looking Sylvie Snape. Her body was soaked, and her hair was matted. There were rivulets of sweat running down her chest, and she smelt heavily of arousal. There was a clear line of fluid down her inner thighs, which you could spot through the slit in her bathrobe, and she squirmed, just a bit, as she met your eyes.
You stood there for a moment, stunned, which gave the potion professor time to process your presence, before her eyes widened, a curse escaped her, and she slammed the door shut.
Not even a second passed, not enough time for you to process yourself, before the door opened again, revealing Snape, in the same outfit, but with a much different expression.
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"Herman… She purred, leaning against the doorframe, her robe looking as if it had been purposefully loosened to allow some bare glimpses of pink on her breasts. Her hair was just barely straighter, as if she'd taken the moment to frantically brush it, and her expression was much more welcoming. "It's good to see you. What brings you to my…" She paused. "Classroom." She finished, awkwardly.
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You stared, just a little while longer, at the sight in front of you. It was…
Well, mesmerizing felt like a bit too grandiose a word, but it truly fit. Damn.
In your head, you couldn't help but idly wonder whether any other students had knocked on the professor's door and gotten the same surprise, if not to this degree.
Sylvie Snape was one of the nicest teachers you'd ever had, though, so surely students were constantly coming to her for advice and just to talk.
It was rather bold of her to be in an outfit like this, but you figured it really wasn't any of your business what the potions mistress chose to wear in her free time.
Instead, you decided to try and explain to her, eloquently and efficiently, that you were here to work with her on an intellectual pursuit of knowledge, based around the new and interesting device you'd created using runes.
Unfortunately, when you opened your mouth to try and explain that…
"Wow…" The single word was all that came out, and you continued to admire her form respectfully.
Snape, if anything, seemed to grow delighted at the response, and her smile grew, alongside an odd look in her eyes.
Turning, she moved into an even more provocative pose, raising a knee up so the robe slipped down, revealing her pale thighs, the inner part glistening with arousal already. You swallowed dryly.
"I've been waiting for you to come back." She said, and there was something distinctly dangerous about the way she said it.
Before you could ask about it, though, a hand grabbed you by the collar, and she smirked.
"Let's talk inside." And you were yanked into the Potions Classroom, the door snapping shut behind you.
Or at least, that's what you'd thought was happening. As you stumbled through the door, you were struck by the sound of soft music, and looked around to find that you were not, in fact, in the potions classroom, but rather you'd found yourself in some sort of bedroom.
There was a large desk covered in a variety of ingredients and vials off to the side, and a bed against the far wall. To your left was a window, and to the right a dresser.
If that had been it, it would have been a relatively average, if spacious room.
But…
It was messy.
There was clothing everywhere. Pairs of panties and bras strewn across the ground and chairs, with discarded pants and shirts on top of that. Most of it seemed to be pushed into a pile on the far side of the room. The bed, while large, was unmade, and there was a rather conspicuous wet spot in the middle.
And most of all, it smelled heavily of sex. Like someone had spent hours in here doing nothing but masturbating. Never bothering to air it out. You glanced over to the window. The latch had dust.
It was the room of someone who was so single-minded that they were unable to focus on anything else.
You looked over towards Snape, who was staring at the contents of what you presumed to be her bedroom, which you had been magically transported to, as if she was seeing it for the first time. She cleared her throat, awkwardly, and flicked her wand.
The majority of the clothing flew off into one pile in the corner, and the top sheet of the bed flung itself messily over the rest.
She turned towards you.
"Apologies. I was- just cleaning up!" She claimed.
You nodded slowly.
"I see." You didn't, but you figured it'd be rude to say that. "I actually came by to discuss something with you, professor. Is now a good time?" You sent another look in her bed. The picture was starting to form in your mind of exactly what she had been doing before you came in.
"Not at all." She claimed, voice cracking. She glanced towards her bed again, before back at you, licking her lips, as she stared you down. "But I'm sure we will be shortly." She gained a husky tone at the last part.
"Oh." You said, shifting a bit. The portal coasters felt heavy in your pocket. "Well… Should we get started?" You asked, unsure.
Snape reached up, hands fiddling with the knot at her waist before coming up to her shoulders, and letting it drop.
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"I thought you would never ask." She said, grinning. "I was starting to worry that you'd forgotten about me."
You flinched. The thought was horrific, truly. After all that Sylvie had done for you, had helped you with. You couldn't ever possibly forget about her. Shaking your head. You frowned.
"I wouldn't do that. I just didn't want to waste your time."
There was a sharp intake of breath, and she gave you a look that you couldn't quite decipher.
"You couldn't waste my time, especially not with something like this." She said, and she seemed to be practically panting as she did.
That was honestly relieving to hear.
You reached into your satchel and pulled out the two coasters; you'd carefully wrapped both in cloth, in order to prevent any mishaps.
"I made this with Runes today!" you said cheerfully. "I wanted to know if you could help my experiment with them, to make sure they worked properly!"
"…"
You looked over at Sylvie.
"Eh?"
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She seemed surprised, but that could only be because she didn't understand what you were asking yet. You unfolded the cloth, showing them off.
"Behold!" You said, cheerfully. "Portals!"
Snape was silent. Standing perfectly still.
And then, she started sputtering.
"I- You- What!?" She finally exclaimed.
Tilting your head in confusion, you made your question clear.
"I thought we were going to have sex." She said, sounding almost petulant.
You couldn't help but frown.
"Sylvie, there's only fifteen minutes before class starts." You were perfectly willing to have sex with her again, but that seemed a bit rushed.
Snape looked towards the clock on the wall as if it offended her, before eyeing your portals with an odd look.
"Herman." She said, clearly, standing straight. You stiffened in response as she marched forward, taking each portal from you and carefully measuring them.
"Yes?"
Sylvie smirked.
"I have an idea."
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You watched your professor walk smoothly, easily, and with only a minimal change in her stride, as she moved ahead of you with a flushed, pleased look on her face. It was the happiest you'd ever seen the other look in public. It was also almost morbidly impressive just how well she was able to walk, given, well…
Stumbling, your thoughts were interrupting as you felt her walls clench around you once more, her warm, wet pussy massaging your dick steadily with each step, sending jolts of pleasure into your core and forcing you to bite your lip to muffle a grunt.
It was morbidly impressive that she was able to walk, given the fact that, using your new portal technology, she'd shoved your entire cock hilt deep into her pussy, staring you in the eyes the entire time as she did.
It had been a… experience. Once that left you blushing, red-faced, and conflicted. The Potions professor had taken her sweet time in… fitting herself, before finally pulling up her leather pants, wiggling into them as you struggled to keep from reacting. How many times did she have large rods shoved into her just during the day, for her to be able to act so normally like this…
Meanwhile, you were struggling to keep walking normally, having to bite back grunts as you trailed behind her, your pants feeling much looser than usual. You'd initially been resistant to this type of play.
It didn't seem smart, especially given the fact that you weren't sure if the portals were going to close at any time, but Sylvie had taken a long look at the runes, did a few equations on a piece of paper, and even Floo'd (which was apparently a form of wizarding communication through a fireplace) the Runes professor, ensuring that it was safe.
From there, you had no proper defense against her suggestion, which was how you ended up in the position you were in now.
At the very least, though, you could tell that the potions professor wasn't entirely unaffected, as you dick twitched inside her, and you watched as her shapely legs buckled a bit, and an entirely shameless moan escaped her, as she leaned against the wall. Her cunt spasmed around you as she came right there and then.
She looked back at you, face red, eyes hazy with pleasure.
She was grinning, though.
"Excited, are we Her-man?" She teased lightly before pushing up and continuing, slower this time. You bit back another moan of your own.
"Are we sure this is a good idea, professor?" You couldn't help but ask.
Sylvie paused, looking back.
"Of course." She said, with a smile you would hesitate to call anything other than perverted. "Trust me, Herman, this is a great idea." She shuddered as she spoke, and you could literally feel her cum again around your cock. "Great~" She said.
You bit your lip, but continued following as she pushed open the door to the dungeon potions lab, waltzing in, you close behind. The crowd of students inside all turned to face you at once.
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