Hogwarts Express
4:15 AM
The rain was falling heavily.
Hermione was yawning widely, gazing out of the rain-washed window.
Ron was nodding off, his head rolling forwards, snoring softly.
Harry was awake, looking out the window at the dark. Think about the summer he just experienced and everything else that was going on
He was thinking of all these things, when he heard a voice. Ginny Weasley slipped into the compartment.
The compartment was quiet, she slipped over and sat beside Harry.
"Hey Harry."
"Hi Ginny, what's up?"
"I couldn't sleep." She said " "Can I sleep by you?"
"Sure Ginny, get comfortable."
She slipped under his arm. "wake me up when we near hogwarts"
"Night Ginny"
He sat there holding her tight as he looked out the window into the dark clouds. Thinking about his past and his future.
This continued for the rest of the journey. They didn't talk much as they changed into their school robes. The Hogwarts Express slowed down at last, and finally stopped in the pitch-darkness of Hogsmeade station.
As the train doors opened, there was a rumble of thunder overhead. Hermione bundled Crookshanks up in her cloak and Ron left his dress robes over Pigwidgeon as they left the train, heads bent and eyes narrowed against the downpour. The rain was now coming down so thick and fast that it was as though buckets of ice-cold water were being emptied repeatedly over their heads.
'Hi, Hagrid!' Harry yelled, seeing a gigantic silhouette at the far end of the platform.
'All righ', Harry?' Hagrid bellowed back, waving. 'See yeh at the feast if we don' drown!'
First-years traditionally reached Hogwarts castle by sailing across the lake with Hagrid.
'Oooh, I wouldn't fancy crossing the lake in this weather,' said Hermione fervently, shivering as they inched slowly along the dark platform with the rest of the crowd. A hundred horseless carriages stood waiting for them outside the station. Harry, Ginny, Hermione and Luna climbed gratefully into one of them and Ron, Neville, Fred and George into another one. The door shut with a snap, and a few moments later, with a great lurch, the long procession of carriages was rumbling and splashing its way up the track towards Hogwarts castle.
Hermione and Luna sat on one side with Harry and Ginny sitting on the other. As soon as the door closed and the carriage began rolling, Luna jumped onto Harry's lap, fishing his cock out from underneath his robe then hiking up her own Rawenclaw robes to show them her lack of panties.
Hermione and Ginny watched as Luna positioned herself with her back to Harry, then gliding the head of his cock between her wet pussy lip before sinking down on his massive cock, her pussy was so tight it stretched her pussy lips around his girth cock. With his cock fully into her warm pussy she began riding him, grinding her ass into him, moaning from the feeling of his large cock deep inside her tight pussy. Luna leaned forward allowing Hermione and Ginny to see his cock sliding in and out of her, they could hear the wet squelch of their joining. Luna moans got louder, the movement of their bodies together quickened in pace. Harry then started to thrust into her from below. Luna came down harder on his cock, moaning with every thrust. Their breathing got heavier, Luna's moans louder and louder. Harry grabbed her hips and thrust into her harder, she moans become screams. Harry groaned, thrusting harder and harder. Luna screamed out in pleasure "I'm Cumming!". Hermione rolled her eyes at the sight of Luna coming from being used as Harry's cock sleeve .
As Luna sits on Harry's lap with his hard cock still inside of her. Ginny irritably asks "have you not cummed yet?". She gets up on all four on the cushioned bench they sit on and flick up her ropes revealing her bare ass. She spreads her cheeks and pops out the anal plug Harry made her always have and looks at Harry with a glare "be quick". He smacks her ass making her squeal. Harry slides out of Luna and into Ginny. His cock slides into her tight ass easily due to the plug. Ginny groans as he enters her.
Ginny thrust back as hard as she could, Harry groaned from her tight ass. Harry grabs Ginny's hips and starts to pound into her, his cock getting wet from Luna's pussy juice still on it. They are all moaning from the pleasure they are receiving. Harry grunts he's getting ready to cum. Ginny moans out loud, her ass squeezing him tighter as she nears climax. Hermione and Luna watch them. Harry's grunting gets louder, Ginny screams as she cums, Harry cums too and he pumps his seed deep into Ginny's ass. Then slowly extracts himself and puts the plug back in place again. The carriage pulls to a stop, outside Hogwarts castle. Just before he tucks himself in again he walks over to Hermione as she looks up at him with a glare. "Open up" Harry says. She does and he uses her mouth to clean his cock from their debauchery.
After he is done, they leave the carriage. People who had occupied the carriages in front were already hurrying up the stone steps into the castle; Harry, Ron, Hermione and Neville jumped down from their carriage and dashed up the steps too, looking up only when they were safely inside the cavernous, torch-lit Entrance Hall, with its magnificent marble staircase.
'Blimey,' said Ron, shaking his head and sending water everywhere, 'if that keeps up, the lake's going to overflow. I
"Well, move along, then!' said Professor McGonagall sharply to the bedraggled crowd. 'Into the Great Hall, come on!'
Harry, Ron and Hermione slipped and slid across the Entrance Hall and through the double doors on the right, Ron muttering furiously under his breath as he pushed his sopping hair off his face.
The Great Hall looked its usual splendid self, decorated for the start-of-term feast. Golden plates and goblets gleamed by the light of hundreds and hundreds of candles, floating over the tables in mid-air. The four longhouse tables were packed with chattering students; at the top of the Hall, the staff sat along one side of a fifth table, facing their pupils. It was much warmer here. Harry, Ron and Hermione walked past the Slytherins, the Ravenclaws and the Hufflepuffs, and sat down with the rest of the Gryffindors at the far side of the Hall, next to Nearly Headless Nick, the Gryffindor ghost. Pearly white and semi-transparent, Nick was dressed tonight in his usual doublet, with a particularly large ruff, which served the dual purpose of looking extra festive and ensuring that his head didn't wobble too much on his partially severed neck.
'Good evening,' he said, beaming at them. Says who?' said Harry, taking off his trainers and emptying them of water. 'Hope they hurry up with the Sorting, I'm starving.'
Harry looked up at the staff table. There seemed to be rather more empty seats there than usual. Hagrid, of course, still fighting his way across the lake with the first-years; Professor McGonagall was presumably supervising the drying of the Entrance Hall floor, but there was another empty chair, too, and he couldn't think who else was missing.
'Where's the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher?' said Hermione, who was also
looking up at the teachers. 'Maybe they couldn't get anyone!' said Hermione, looking anxious.
Harry scanned the table more carefully. Tiny little Professor Flitwick, the Charms teacher, was sitting on a large pile of cushions beside Professor Sprout, the Herbology teacher, whose hat was askew over her flyaway grey hair. She was talking to Professor Sinistra of the Astronomy department. On Professor Sinistra's other side was the sallow-faced, hook-nosed, greasy-haired Potions master, Snape – Harry's least favourite person at Hogwarts. Harry's loathing of Snape was matched only by Snape's hatred of him, a hatred which had, if possible, intensified last year, when Harry had helped Sirius escape right under Snape's overly large nose – Snape and Sirius had been enemies since their own schooldays.
On Snape's other side was an empty seat, which Harry guessed was Professor McGonagall's. Next to it, and in the very centre of the table, sat Professor Dumbledore, the Headmaster, his sweeping silver hair and beard shining in the candlelight, his magnificent deep-green robes embroidered with many stars and moons.
'Oh, hurry up,' Ron moaned, beside Harry. 'I could eat a Hippogriff.'
After the sorting of first years was done Dumbledore stood up and said 'So!' smiling around at them all. 'Now that we are all fed and watered' ('Hmph!' said Hermione), 'I must once more ask for your attention, while I give out a few notices.
'As ever, I would like to remind you all that the Forest in the grounds is out-of-bounds to students, as is the village of Hogsmeade to all below third year.
'It is also my painful duty to inform you that the inter-house Quidditch Cup will not take place this year.'
'What?' Harry gasped. He looked around at Fred and George, his fellow members of the Quidditch team. They were mouthing soundlessly at Dumbledore, apparently too appalled to speak.
Dumbledore continued, 'This is due to an event that will be starting in October, and continuing throughout the school year, taking up much of the teachers' time and energy – but I am sure you will all enjoy it immensely. I have great pleasure in announcing that this year at Hogwarts –'
But at that moment, there was a deafening rumble of thunder, and the doors of the Great Hall banged open. a man stood in the doorway, leaning upon a long staff, shrouded in a black travelling cloak. Every head in the Great Hall swivelled towards the stranger, suddenly brightly illuminated by a fork of lightning that flashed across the ceiling. He lowered his hood, shook out a long mane of grizzled, dark grey hair, then began to walk up towards the teachers' table.
The stranger reached Dumbledore. He stretched out a hand that was as badly scarred as his face, and Dumbledore shook it, muttering words Harry couldn't hear. He seemed to be making some inquiry of the stranger, who shook his head unsmiling and replied in an undertone. Dumbledore nodded, and gestured to the empty seat on his right-hand side.
The stranger sat down,'May I introduce our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher,' said Dumbledore brightly, into the silence. 'Professor Moody.'
It was usual for new staff members to be greeted with applause, but none of the staff or students clapped except Dumbledore and Hagrid. Both put their hands together and applauded, but the sound echoed dismally into the silence, and they stopped fairly quickly.
'Moody?' Harry muttered to Ron. ' Mad-Eye Moody? The one your dad went to help this morning?'
'Must be,' said Ron, in a low, awed voice.
Dumbledore cleared his throat again. 'As I was saying,' he said, smiling at the sea of students before him, all of whom were still gazing transfixed at Mad-Eye Moody, 'we are to have the honour of hosting a very exciting event over the coming months, an event which has not been held for over a century. It is my very great pleasure to inform you that the Triwizard Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year.'
'
You're JOKING!' said Fred Weasley loudly.
The tension that had filled the Hall ever since Moody's arrival suddenly broke.
Nearly everyone laughed, and Dumbledore chuckled appreciatively.
'I am not joking, Mr Weasley,' he said, 'though, now you mention it, I did hear an excellent one over the summer about a troll, a hag and a leprechaun who all go into a bar –'
Professor McGonagall cleared her throat loudly.
'Er – but maybe this is not the time … no …' said Dumbledore. 'Where was I? Ah yes, the Triwizard Tournament … well, some of you will not know what this Tournament involves, so I hope those who do know will forgive me for giving a short explanation, and allow their attention to wander freely.
'The Triwizard Tournament was first established some seven hundred years ago, as a friendly competition between the three largest European schools of wizardry – Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. A champion was selected to represent each school, and the three champions competed in three magical tasks. The schools took it in turns to host the Tournament once every five years, and it was generally agreed to be a most excellent way of establishing ties between young witches and wizards of different nationalities – until, that is, the death toll mounted so high that the Tournament was discontinued.'
'There have been several attempts over the centuries to reinstate the Tournament,' Dumbledore continued, 'none of which have been very successful. However, our own Departments of International Magical Co-operation and Magical Games and Sports have decided the time is ripe for another attempt. We have worked hard over the summer to ensure that, this time, no champion will find himself or herself in mortal danger.
'The Heads of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving with their short-listed contenders in October, and the selection of the three champions will take place at Hallowe'en. An impartial judge will decide which students are most worthy to compete for the Triwizard Cup, the glory of their school, and a thousand Galleons personal prize money.'
'Eager though I know all of you will be to bring the Triwizard Cup to Hogwarts,' he said, 'the Heads of the participating schools, along with the Ministry of Magic, have agreed to impose an age restriction on contenders this year. Only students who are of age – that is to say, twenty one years or older – will be allowed to put forward their names for consideration. This' – Dumbledore raised his voice slightly, for several people had made noises of outrage at these words, and the Weasley twins were suddenly looking furious – 'is a measure we feel is necessary, given that the Tournament tasks will still be difficult and dangerous, whatever precautions we take, and it is highly unlikely that students below sixth and seventh year will be able to cope with them. I will personally be ensuring that no underage student hoodwinks our impartial judge into making them Hogwarts champions.' His light-blue eyes twinkled as they flickered over Fred and George's mutinous faces. 'I therefore beg you not to waste your time submitting yourself if you are under twenty-one. And now, it is late, and I know how important it is to you all to be alert and rested as you enter your lessons tomorrow morning. Bedtime! Chop chop!'
Dumbledore sat down again and turned to talk to Mad-Eye Moody. There was a great scraping and banging as all the students got to their feet, and swarmed towards the double doors into the Entrance Hall.
'They can't do that!' said George Weasley, who had not joined the crowd moving towards the door, 'They're not stopping me entering,' said Fred stubbornly, also scowling at the top table.
'Yeah,' said Ron, a faraway look on his face. 'Yeah, a thousand Galleons …'
'Come on,' said Hermione, 'we'll be the only ones left here if you don't move.'
Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred and George set off for the Entrance Hall, Fred and George debating the ways in which Dumbledore might stop those who were under twenty one entering the Tournament.