Harry Potter and the Secret Nurse

Chapter Eighteen
The Sorting Hat's Quandary


The diesel quietly slipped into Hogwart's station, as though tiptoeing to the late hour. It was getting close to midnight, and after the sorting none were likely to be in bed until past 2 in the morning. With their dinners missed, the students were looking forward to filling up on late night desserts. Levitating his chair off the train with far greater ease than getting on, Harry thought it was unusually clear that night. The train station was usually filled with steam coming from the engine. Down the platform Harry could immediately see Hagrid coming towards him and saying hello as though he were only gone for a day.

"How'd you wind up in there?" asked Hagrid as he bent down to regard Harry's chair.

"You want the long story or short?" asked Harry, "The short story is I should listen better to Dumbledore and I'd stay out of trouble like this."

"Wouldn't we all?" asked Hagrid, "Trouble indeed. First them ruddy buggers blow up the bloody train, and you're stuck in there an all."

"It's temporary," said Harry, trying to comfort Hagrid.

"That's what I was told about this," said Hagrid, and he stepped aside.

There were Aurors all about the station, greeting students and helping them with their luggage. Harry noticed they weren't searching the luggage, at least not by any perceivable means, but their handling of it must obviously give them the opportunity to search Hogwarts student’s belongings. He half expected to see them frisking students with their wands before letting them into the carriages. Hagrid carried Sirius' motorcycle out of the train, holding it under the tank with one hand like it were a mere bicycle.

"We'll get this strapped to the back of yer carriage and take it down to the garage," said Hagrid.

"Hogwarts has a garage?" asked Ron.

"Course it does," said Hagrid as he hefted the motorcycle up to walk with it, "Where do you think we store all these carriages."

As they approached the carriages, a loud shriek was herd and everyone looked to Ginny and Hermione who stood wide-eyed. Harry pondered for a moment, then he looked at the Thestrals.

"You can see them, can't you?" asked Harry.

She could, and so could Ron. Every single member of the DA who couldn't see Thestrals before who was present at the battle with Death Eaters at the ministry could now see Thestrals.

"When did you all see death?" asked Harry.

Right away, Ron thought of Harry's Godfather, but Harry already dismissed that idea. None of them actually saw Sirius Black die.

"Don't you have to be looking right at them when they die?" asked Harry.

To the account of his own experience, plus Neville's and Luna's, they all had actually witnessed the sight of a dead body right in front of them before they were able to see Thestrals. At what moment did Ron, Hermione, and Ginny actually witness death?

"I'll meet up with ye as soon as I'm through escortin’ the first years across the lake," said Hagrid, "The garage is right next to the greenhouse. Just stay with your carriage until they park it in there."

Harry introduced Hagrid to Tim, and announced his intention to adopt him as a ward.

"Ye' don't say?" said Hagrid as he was nearly moved to tears.

Hagrid always had a soft spot for the tales of orphans. He patted the boy's head affectionately as Tim's glasses were nearly knocked off. Still, instead of being frightened, Tim was fascinated by the sight Hagrid, and skipped along with the giant down to the boats that would carry the first years across the lake.

"Don't fall in!" Harry called out to Tim, "And don't mind the giant squid, he's really nice, once you get to know him."

Harry had never seen the garage before. Once everyone was dropped off at the dormitories Harry, Ron and Hermione stayed with the carriage until it left for the garage. It was getting very late and Ron mentioned they would probably miss the hat ceremony again this year. That didn't bode well with Harry as he wanted to see Tim get placed. The house elves waited outside the garage to unbuckle the Thestrals and let them loose.
A wall next to the greenhouse slid upwards and the carriages were pushed inside by the house elves’ magic, Harry's carriage at the very last of them. Ron climbed out into the dark garage and regarded the bike for a moment.

"Think we get get it down ourselves?" asked Ron, "What do they weigh?"

"About 600 pounds," said Hermione as the climbed out.

"Maybe not," said Ron.

Ron took out his wand but Hermione stopped him, holding his wand down and mentioning the bike had a busted flight charm.

"You don't want to be putting any levitation spells on THAT," said Hermione.

Harry wheeled around and explored the very dimly place for a moment. From the few torches lighting the place, it looked like it used to be a horse's stable, with wooden stalls holding the carriages in neat little rows. There were other scooters present. One was an Italian Vespa, another was a modern and sleek looking racing bike.

"Hermione, come look at this!" beckoned Harry as he pointed to the bike.

Hermione and Ron, came, Ron whistled at the sight of the bike, Hermione was equally impressed and looked it over as much as she could in the dark. She lit the tip of her wand to read the frame.

"A Yamaha R1," said Hermione, "I know this bike, it's one of the fastest in the world. They sell these factory ready to go 200 mph."

"Wow, I wonder which professor rides that beast?" asked Ron, "I'd be pretty chuffed to see Professor McGonagall flying around on that thing."

"It's not her style," said Hermione, "I'd picture her more on the Vespa."

"McGonagall the mod," said Harry as he smiled, "That would be an equal laugh to me."

Ron walked down the stalls and noticed something moving. One of the stalls had something big and blue in it. Recognizing it, he ran to it to see-

"Harry, you won't believe this!" cried out Ron, "I found my Dad's car!"

Harry and Hermione rushed up to see the beaten old Ford Anglia corralled in a stall. It looked like someone had tried to perform a barbaric job of repairing it. There was masses of hair coming out the back of the roof, and grill looked modified as a mouth ready to eat things.

"Has it gone totally feral?" asked Ron.

Hagrid startled them by stepping in and saying, "Poor little beastie was all alone out there fer o' knows 'ow long. I was hoping to fix'em up as a pet for Grawpy."

"Ah," said Ron, "That would explain the fur on top."

"Right! I thought it would make'im more friendly like, yah see?" explained Hagrid.

Regarding the smashed front end with broken headlights, and a modified hood that made the grill look like a giant chomping mouth Ron shook his head and said, "Oh yeah, he's friendly alright. Regular Herbie the Lovebug."

"O's 'Erbie?" asked Hagrid.

"Herbie's a Volkswagen Beetle," said Harry.

"They're not too friendly lookin' at all," said Hagrid, "They look like giant bloody Catzwan Catepillar heads. They'd make poor Grawpy 'ave a fit they would. They've given giants an awful turn round the mountains fer ages."

"You mean there's a beast that actually kicks giants around? With a head the size of a Volkswagen? Please don't tell me we'll be studying them in class this year," said Ron, pleadingly.

"Too bloody right we wont," said Hagrid, as everyone relaxed, "We'll just be studying the babies. But you really need to keep on your toes around that lot. They're dead fast and spit loads of webbing they do, to trap their pray."

"Oh swell, great," said Ron, who just stepped in a big pile of manure, "EWW! You keep horse's here too?"

"Nah, that's Thestral poo," said Hagrid, "Let's 'ave a look at this bike o' yers."

Together they regarded the bike as it was strapped to the back of the carriage. Hagrid left it there to examine it, as it kept the bike up around eye level with himself.

"The left front handlebar is bent, Hagrid," said Harry as he pointed up to it.

"That's easy enough to fix," said Hagrid.

With his thumb and forefinger, Hagrid gently pinched the bar where it was bent and carefully straightened it to an exact angle, mirroring the other handle bar.

"The clutch cable might be loosened by that," said Hagrid, "I'll need somoperoper tools in the morning to fix that by daylight. Bit tricky they are. I could use some help, I need someone with smaller fingers than mine."

Hermione volunteered and said, "I'll help you with that, Hagrid."

"What about the tire?" asked Harry, pointing to the melted rubber.

"Oh, that's easy enough to fix," said Hagrid, "You're lucky it was the front tire. That's much easier than taking off the back. The alignment is the only tricky part."

Harry asked about getting a new tire and Hagrid explained they could get a new one from the muggle town just outside Hogsmead. He suggested they take a horse n' buggy in next weekend and have a look around the scooter dealership, believing they should have all they need in stock. With remarkable ease Hagrid lifted the bike down and placed it easily on the ground.

"Ah, yes, I remember this," said Hagrid as he hefted the weight, "This is the very bike Sirius let me borrow when I dropped Harry off at the Dursley's house. Powerful little thing this is. Heard all about your adventure, of course, Hermione. You rode it right over the Hogwarts train?"

"Scared me silly. Really, it did," said Hermione, blushing in the dark, "But, I liked it."

"What's not to like?" asked Hagrid, "It's a good proper way to travel, especially if you have to make yer way through muggles without being noticed. When I knew Sirius before Harry was born, he used to ride it across the channel to get drunk at football matches."

"Sirius liked football?" asked Harry.

"Well.. he liked the drink more," said Hagrid, "Not to mention he enjoyed a little rough-housing with the Germans cheering fer the other team."

"You're telling me my Godfather was a soccer hoodlum?" asked Harry.

"Well, that's pretty strong language," said Hagrid, who probably would consider a full-scaled riot to be a bit of a tiff, "He just liked to tussle a bit, that's all. Most of the time the people he fought with would all go out drinking together."

"Oh, well that doesn't sound like a soccer hoodlum at all," said Harry.

"The Quiddich matches, now that's another story," said Hagrid, "He'd come 'ome from those all pissed up and 'alf dead like'e got pounded on by trolls-"

"Uh Hagrid, maybe we should get going," Harry interrupted as Ron giggled himself silly, "It's getting late."

"Oh, right," said Hagrid.

As Hagrid led them out of the garage the Hogwarts main hall, Harry ran through his mind what a young tussling hoodlum his Godfather Sirius Black may have been. It seemed to fit with his character, as he once mentioned what he wouldn't give to get out of the house and experience a life-or-death struggle.
The hall was lined with piles of luggage that still had not been gathered by the house elves. Approaching the Great Hall they could see students leaving for their respective dormitories.

"They must have finished the sorting, damn, we missed it again,” said Harry.

“Jeez Ron, if we don’t get going we’re going to miss the first prefect’s meeting,” said Hermione in a panic, “We’ve got to round up the first years and get them to Gryffindor Tower.”

They stood by the exit to the hall and Ron tried to round them up, calling out for first years to follow him. As the crowd gathered to him, he spotted Tim who had his two friends with him.

Ron waved him over and called out, “This way Tim.”

Tim went right past Ron and excitedly ran up to Harry calling out, “Harry, I’ve been placed! It was so cool! The hat talks and sings and everything.”

“That’s great Tim,” said Harry as he patted Tim on the back.

A few Slytherins who were grumbling amongst themselves stopped to stare at Harry and began to point at him, Harry ignored them.

“So you’re going to share a dormitory with all your friends?” asked Harry.

“Yes,” said Tim as he pointed to the two girls he met on the train, “The hat placed me with Lucretia and Kreka. We’re all going to be together in Slytherin Tower.”

Ron and Hermione’s jaws dropped open, but Harry kept a forced straight face not willing to make a scene.

“That’s... that’s great, Tim,” said Harry and he bent forward to give him a hug, giving a warning glare over Tim’s shoulder to the Slytherins staring at him, “You’ll... you’ll do well in Slytherin. They’re very ambitious. Very... goal oriented. Not a half bad Quiddich team either.”

Ron was going to say something but Harry quickly raised his hand to stop him, and he watched the Slytherin prefect lead Tim and his friends away to Slytherin Tower. It wasn’t until they were well out of earshot did Harry say anythilikelike anger was boiling up in him.

“Fuck me.”

“That hat’s gone totally off its rocker!” Ron called out.

“You’re not the only one saying that,” said Dean Thomas as he came out of the hall, joined by Neville and all the members of Gryffindor Tower, “The Slytherins were going off their nut in there carrying on about the hat letting half bloods into Slytherin Tower.”

“How could they know about Tim already?” asked Harry, who was only speculating.

“It’s not Tim,” said Neville, “It’s that girl who was with him, the dark haired one with the thick glasses, Kreka, they say she’s a half blood.”

“What did they say about Tim?” asked Harry.

“They didn’t say squat about Tim,” said Dean, “I don’t think they know about him.”

“That’ll change,” said Harry as he turned his wheelchair around.

“Where are you going?” asked Hermione, as she recognized Harry’s dangerous mood.

“To see Dumbledore,” said Harry.

“Harry! Don’t go! Harry, you don’t know the password to Gryffindor Tower!” called out Hermione as she gave up and turned to Ron, “Cripes, he’s going to spend the whole night sleeping out in the hall.”

He ignored the pleading to stop, he ignored the prefects saying he was out of bounds, he ignored Peeves who just missed him tossing stink pellets at his chair. A focused rage, like the day Umbridge was brought to his home kept Harry on a perilous pace all the way to Dumbledore’s office. Unexpectedly, the staircase was opening for him just as he arrived there. He could hear Dumbledore’s voice in the hall like a PA system beckoning him to come up.

“We need to talk.”

Damn right, we need to talk, Harry screamed in his thoughts as he levitated the chair up the stairs. He found Dumbledore tending to Fawkes, feeding him as though he just wouldn’t acknowledge Harry’s rage. Harry found that to be very frustrating. He just wanted to scream at him at the top of his lungs. Then he noticed the sorting hat glaring down at him.

“He’s not happy with my decision either, I’ll bet,” the hat said to Dumbledore, “He thinks he can come up here and over rule me.”

“You’re not making too many friends this year,” Dumbledore said back to the hat.

Harry decided he needed to calm down and switch tactics. He never got anywhere by screaming at Dumbledore, the time had come to call in-

“A favour,” said Harry.

“Pardon?” asked Dumbledore.

“You owe me,” said Harry.

He did something he never did before and prepared a list in his mind. In the past he always regarded this sort of thing as too bold, or distasteful, but at the same time he thought this was too important for him to be ignored once again as he had so many times before when he vitally needed to express himself. This was not going to go unchallenged.

“I saved the Philosopher’s Stone,” said Harry, “I killed the Basilisk, I won the Tri Wizarding Tournament for this school, I defeated Voldemort, and I agreed to provide a base for the Order and the Ministry. I’m owed. One! One favour! Out of all that, I’m just asking for one.”

“Name it.”

“Get Tim out of Serinerin,” said Harry, “Tonight! Go to the tower, wake him out of bed, tell him there was a mistake. Put him in Gryffindor Tower, hell- put him in Hufflepor Ror Ravenclaw, shack him up with Hagrid, I don’t care. Just get him out of Slytherin.”

“If that’s what you want, consider it done,” said Dumbledore, who then raised an inquisitive finger, “But consider this. Have you considered what Tim wants?”

“What are you getting at?” asked Harry.

“He has already made bonds with friends in Slytherin,” said Dumbledore, “Would it be fair to break them?”

“He just met them on the train!” said Harry who slapped the armrests on his wheelchair, “How close can they be?”

“Do you remember how close you were to Hermione and Ron on your first day?” asked Dumbledore, “You hardly knew them, but you asked the hat for you to go Gryffindor to remain with them.”

Harry looked to the hat and figured it must have shared that intimate piece of knowledge with Dumbledore, as it looked into Harry’s head that day. He let out a heavy sigh, clapped his hands together in deep thought and closed his eyes, keeping them shut as he held back his anger.

“Fine! I see where you’re going with this,” said Harry, “You don’t want to remove Tim from Slytherin unless he wants to leave, right? I’m cool with that, really I am. Because after the Slytherins find out Tim is my ward, how long will it take for them to make his life so miserable he’ll wish he could leave Slytherin? That should take, what? About a whole day?”

“I wouldn’t count on that, Potter,” said the hat.

“Shut up, you!” said Harry, “If Tim wants to go, he goes. Is that a deal?”

“Any student is free to change houses as long as they have a genuine complaint,” Dumbledore stated quaintly.

“Right, and I imagine dozens of people hexing and cursing you every day should count,” said Harry, “I’ll head down to Gryffindor Tower and have a bed ready for Tim, shall I?”

“Good, I need to be off to the prefects first meeting,” said Dumbledore, “It’s getting awful late, I’m cancelling morning classes to let everyone sleep in a bit. By the way, the password for Gryffindor is Abscondo Ianus. I don’t want you sleeping out in the hall tonight.”

While holding onto one of Fawkes’ feathers, Dumbledore burst into flames and was gone. Harry regarded him for a moment, as he figured leave it to Dumbledore to find an alternative toaratarating on Hogwarts’ grounds. He turned to leave when the sorting hat called out to him.

“You think you have Slytherins all figured out, don’t you Potter?” asked the hat, “Playing Quiddich and butting heads with that Malfoy boy?”

“They’ve shown who they put there lot in with,” said Harry, “They betrayed Hogwarts last year, siding with Umbridge.”

“The only people they ever sworn an allegiance to are themselves,” said the hat, “And if you don’t watch it, they’ll find a wa hur hurt you that will go far deeper than simply putting hexes on your ward.”

Harry bent down in though for a moment, then he seriously asked, “Do you think they’ll kill him?”

The hat just shook his head like he wasn’t getting through to Harry at all.

“You just don’t understand, Potter,” said the hat, “Loyalty can cause just as much pain and grief as betrayal. Maybe even more so, depending where it’s spent.”

Typical cryptic answer from a muddle brained oracle, thought Harry. He was certain, by hook or by crook, Tim would be sleeping in Gryffindor Tower before the end of the week. It was just a matter of waiting for the first offence.
Alone in the darkened Gryffindor Tower, Harry sorted his way through his belongings that were still in the common room, right next to the fireplace. Harry looked into the mantle, thinking his home was just a floo toss away. He really wanted to go and speak with the portrait of Sirius for a while and get some advice. He felt bad for yelling at Dumbledore, again. There was nothing new about that, he always felt bad about yelling at Dumbledore. Harry figured there couldn't have possibly been a student in Hogwarts' history who chewed out a headmaster as often as he had, but then again, he kept having it coming.
Getting Tim out of Slytherin was not just a matter of selfish preference. It was more important than that, it was survival. Not just surviving Hogwarts either, but surviving the choices that Slytherins made afterwards. Having Tim turn and join the Death Eaters would lead to an equally horrible fate as him being victimized by them. How could Dumbledore allow this to happen?
Then again, it wasn't his choice, it was that mad hat. The same one that tried to put Harry into Slytherin. Harry remembered his own words after Hermione planted the seeds of doubt into his mind that summer. What if he didn't have the warning Ron gave him? What if he arrived at Hogwarts totally ignorant and blind?
Harry was just hating himself for not giving that same warning to Tim. He never thought in a million years that hat would place Tim in Slytherin. Just what the hell did that hat see in Tim that made him Slytherin material? The only criteria Harry remembered was "ambition". Sure, Tim was ambitious, a lot of students were. There had to be more than that, any student devoid of ambition wouldn't bother getting out of bed in the morning. Perhaps they who pursued ambition at the expense of all other things... did Tim seem he type? What of Harry? What did the hat see that made it think Harry was Slytherin material?

"-Not a bad mind either. And a desire to prove yourself."

Could that be it? Tim was working hard to prove himself in that potions lab all summer. He had to prove himself to Harry and the whole wizarding world that he belonged, that he shouldn't go back to an orphanage. Just as Harry felt when he arrived at Hogwarts, he desperately wanted to belong so he wouldn’t have to go back. If that was the only thing on Tim’s mind when being sorted, the hat would have picked up on it. Harry angrily slapped his knee and thought he should have warned Tim to tell the hat NOT to put him in Slytherin, or at least he should have warned him what a bunch of Death Eater wannabees the whole house was, but after his experience with the Death Eaters in Diagon Alley, Harry wanted to avoid giving Tim anxiety about Hogwarts. All he focused on was what was good about Hogwarts.
Now that proved to be a mistake. The next morning at breakfast he'll ask how Tim was doing in Slytherin Tower. The two older Slytherins saw him talking to Harry, they must have spread the word to all of Slytherin by that moment, God only knows what they could be doing to Tim right now, and Harry figured if they hurt Him, he would make them pay. They better not hurt Tim, yet at the same time, they better hurt him as soon as possible so Harry will have a quick reason to get him out of there.
The warped logic was making Harry's tired head spin. He figured he just wouldn't be able to sleep that night. Then, for the very first moment, he realized this would be the very first night he would have to spend apart from Hermione. That did not improve his mood at all, and from his chair Harry angrily kicked somebody's shoes across the common room floor.
How could everything go so wrong for him this year? He was still stuck in the wheelchair even though his legs seemed to be working. He lost Tim to Slytherin. He almost lost the train to Hogwarts and his own life and the lives of nearly everyone that he loved. But the most significant of all to him at that moment, he could not be with the young woman he loved.
Harry decided to sneak out and try to find Hermione on her patrol through the Hogwarts grounds. He had no idea where exactly did Hermione perform her shift, but running into prefects deliberately after hours must have been one of the easiest things to do at Hogwarts, and two of them were his best friends. After levitating his chair through the fat lady's portrait, Harry made his way through the dark halls.
The chair had its own ideas how to sneak Harry around Gryffindor, like it had done this before. Many many times before. The chair kept Harry very high in the towering halls, keeping in the shadows and hiding behind stone archways way above the prefects' heads. The utterly silent gliding was almost as good as having an invisibility cloak.
After a while, it got very frustrating wondering where the heck Hermione could be patrolling. He figured prefects would be hanging around their own tower, but the only prefects he saw around Gryffindor were people he recognized from Hufflepuff. Harry wished last year he paid closer attention to what Ron and Hermione's prefect schedules were like. At that moment, he couldn't even remember if they ever even talked about them. Maybe they were secret, maybe they were assigned to them by headmasters, right then all he knew was Hermione was nowhere to be found.
Harry gave up on the library, thinking if Hermione had a preference where to patrol that's what she would pick, and headed for the nurse's ward. There would be very little to watch, since there should be only one student in it, but he was under house arrest, and that should warrant the use of at least a few prefects.
Disappointingly the hall in front of the nurse's ward was completely empty. Harry was about to leave until he heard the door entrance click. Harry's chair, without him willing it, quickly raised up in the hall until it nearly banged Harry's head in the ceiling, burying him in complete darkness out of sight from what was below. And it was for the better too, as two highly experienced Aurors walked out. It was Professor Bardwell and Professor Gully.

"I still think we should put a couple of Aurors on guard out here," said Gully, "Not just to keep him in there, but to prevent anyone from paying him a visit."

"Surely you don't think-"

"I'm not thinking about someone from Hogwarts seeking revenge," said Gully, "I'm thinking about what if the Death Eaters try to off a witness? If Lucius is in charge, he obviously considers his own son to be a liability."

"The Death Eaters made their play for Hogwarts for today," said Bardwell as she secured the door, "They wont show their faces around here. Not with Dumbledore around, no chance."

"Sirius snuck in here, once," said Gully, "Who says someone else couldn't?"

The two quietly walked down the hall and Harry, not sure why, glided after them way up in the rafters trying to keep them on the edge of earshot.

"I have a feeling Sirius had access to resources no one else had at the time," said Bardwell.

"Like inside help?"

"Something like that," said Bardwell, "And since Death Eaters tried to murder every student at Hogwarts, including Slytherins, I'm sure they wont find any inside sympathisers to volunteer to their cause."

"What if they're not getting it voluntarily?" asked Gully.

"I'm way ahead of you there," said Bardwell, "I'm looking into it. Umbridge may have done us a favour last year shaking things up among the Aurors as to who would really turn against Hogwarts. We're getting a lot more cooperation from the department heads these days. I put off telling you this, but guess-who, the head of internal affairs, was forced to quietly resign in disgrace about a month ago."

"EYAMBA RESIGNED?" screamed Gully, "That bitch who-"

Bardwell quickly shushed Gully quiet and looked around, directly back in Harry's direction but fortunately not upwards.

"That nosey bitho bho blabbed about our trip to Canada?" asked Gully, curbing her volume but not her rage, "Why didn't you tell me this? I would have cracked a whole damn case of champagne."

"You don't need to go on another bender right before the school year," said Bardwell as she brushed Gully's hair a little, "We'll straighten out the internal affairs department and get someone a little more liberal minded appointed as soon as Eyamba is gone."

Gully reflected for a moment, then looked into Bardwell's eyes, "Then you're as good as gone aren't you?"

Bardwell held Gully's chin, then she kissed her on the lips in an embrace beautiful enough to make a painting out of in the flickering torchlight. Harry didn't know whether to be shocked, moved or seriously turned on. After breaking the kiss, Bardwell held up her ring finger showing she had one ring, and of the many silver rings there were on Gully's hand, it appeared to be identical to at least one plain gold band on Gully's ring finger as well.

"Hey, I didn't fly four sandsand miles to get married to an absent wife," said Bardwell, "We're not hiding it anymore. Dumbledore insisted on it."

"That's not what I meant," said Gully, who was almost in tears, "What about your promise to the department? If Eyamba was ever forced to resign because of her extremist views-"

"I’ll be happy to have Swicegood running things in my absence, she's one of us, trust me," said Bardwell, "I will take some time to dance on Eyamba's empty parking spot, that backwards fascist cow. We're going totally open about who and what we are from now on. You're my wife, and I've loved you ever since that sorting hat put us in the same house."

Gully let out a blurt of tears and emotion and embraced Bardwell again, not only kissing her but fondlinr amr ample bosoms as well. Harry caught himself touching himself before he realized what he was doing. He followed Gully and Bardwell back to their tower, as Gully occasionally pushed Bardwell up against the wall to kiss and grope her some more. As he realized just how attractive Gully suddenly became during the lesbian fondling going on right under him, he would have given anything to have his inbilibility cloak to follow the married gay couple right into their bedchamber.
While Harry was masturbating in his own bed, he reflected for just a moment, the sorting hat put Gully and Bardwell together in the same house, but which house? Harry always assumed that former students of houses always later became the heads when they became professors. Since Gully was head of Slytherin it would mean that she was once a Slytherin herself. But Bardwell? She just didn't seem the type at all, not even close. That warm caring beautiful woman, with breasts to die for. Eventually Harry just forgot about it and went back to touching himself until he made a mess of his sheets.