Mad Snorkacks and Englishmen

A/N: Yo! Wazzup, dawgs? Well, this one took a while. I had a bit of a brain fart when I tried to plan out this chapter. Plus, I had a momentous birthday during the week and it freaked me out for a few days. I's all better now.



Sneakyfox, don't worry, whether those rapists were Muggles or wizards, they won't be figuring into this story as I feel it would be a bit too contrived. Real life rarely happens that way, so when I imagined Luna having to go through such a horrific event, I wasn't really planning on going back to it like that. She will grow strong and deal with it in other ways--with Harry's help, of course. And I kind of chickened out with Snape's voice in this chappie, but I will give him other opportunities to speak again. :)



SoftO, lol at the road dogs comment; I loved that. And thanks for noting that the oversexing was for a reason as I was definitely trying to portray him lost in this addiction as such power infused him like he'd never experienced before. Harry does have a history of going overboard from time to time, so I felt it would be his likely reaction. I appreciate that you're enjoying my take on Hermione, but I have to say, I was always irked by the way JKR made her such a naive prude. I just feel that the girl is too smart not to see the subtext when stuff happens (as she did when Umbridge made her speech at the beginning of term), so her freak outs strike me as more about what she thinks is expected of her rather than any real feeling of shock or outrage. As for Hermione and Harry lovin'...*cue the cackle from the Wicked Witch of the West* EEEEheeeheeeeheeee!



tommy, I have to agree. I don't see Hermione or Ron being into BDSM, either, at least not in the way I've kept them in their canon mentalities. Hermione is inquisitive, though, so she would want to try and understand this about her friend. And however Ron might think about it personally, he would want to support his best mate (for the most part) and see sex as sex; Harry's getting it and Ron is not. He is still a randy teenage boy, after all.



PotterEntourage, thank you so much for your review! Is that why I keep getting so many hits, because of the Smutastic awards? I appreciate that you felt that way about Harry's flaunting. I felt a little outraged on Ron and Hermione's behalf, as well; it's not very respectful at all, you're so right. It's like that one friend who is always shoving his crazy sex life under your nose; after a while, it's just annoying.



So, this is kind of tense midway, but I hope you guys enjoy the outcome. I'm kind of worried for our alternate trio. Hogwarts is not so much fun these days. You know, I have to admit, I keep finding fuck-ups in previous chapters over small details that I forgot about in the book, so I have to go back to rectify them when I can. For those of you who have been following along since I started, you might notice that some stuff might pop out every now and again that didn't match up with a prior action, but those should have been fixed.











Chapter 20: Superstar










Luna groaned into the darkness of the dorm room while she fucked herself furiously. She had put up a silencing spell to keep her sounds from escaping through the blue drapes, but she still managed to surprise herself with the volume. Her body was bowed like a bridge, her back arched, as she climbed a tenuous rope to her release. Luna had brought her clothespins from home, stashed away in her trunk, but had transfigured them to silver clamps much like Harry’s design. She was becoming more and more used to the heightened sensations it afforded her body as the tightness throbbed through her nipples. She didn’t bother with caressing herself lightly to build up her arousal, but threw herself right into it, pummeling her slit and arsehole with burrowing fingers. She worked hard to replicate what Harry brought forth every time he took over her body.





When she felt that familiar flood surge through her, she relaxed back into the bed with a thump. It took her a few moments to regain her regular breathing and be able to see properly again. She let her thoughts drift in the aftermath, removing the clamps while lingering on the events of the evening and the bleak tone it had set. Many of the students had walked away from the feast bearing grim faces, too absorbed in their distrust to even engage their friends in discussion. There was an unsettling quietude that lay heavy on the exiting crowd. Luna saw the strains of paranoia already starting to show in the various expressions the students wore.





Headmaster Snape’s deep baritone rang through the halls like a hellhound’s low growls, shaking the very walls with his demanding proclamations. As he dictated the new rules, the Ministry edicts worming their way into the latest curriculum of the school, Luna could only think of Harry, worrying over his vulnerability at this moment with the wrath of Voldemort ready to squash him like a gnat the minute he was exposed. This was really happening. Their way of life was turning to madness. The sharp inflections in Snape’s speech had stabbed her in the gut, his barbs like jabs that undercut her ribs, and his invidious encouragement of spying on one’s classmates like a meaty fist grinding her insides to viscera mush. She’d left the Sorting feast feeling bruised.





Snape had insisted that while attendance for truly ‘magical’ children was mandated by the current regime, they should still look upon their presence in the school as a privilege. Unruly behavior or dissidence of any kind would not be tolerated within the hallowed walls. It was incumbent upon each student to report suspicious activity. If anyone was found to have forged their family tree in order to evade legal actions from authorities, they would be summarily handed over to Ministry officials for punishment.





“This is Hogwarts School of WITCHcraft and WIZARDry and has been for a thousand years. The days of the charlatan are over. We have returned to our purity; miscegenation has been held up as the abomination it is, and the severe blight on our kind for the last century. Let us work together to keep our aims high in this new world order.”





By the time Snape had finished, there wasn’t a peep out of anyone in the Great Hall. Luna’s body hummed with its nervous sickness, her skin clammy as she folded her hands into her robes to keep them from shaking. She glanced over to the Gryffindor table to see how Neville and Ginny were handling this reform. Although she could only see Neville’s face in profile, his back turned to her, it was apparent that he wasn’t bothering to hide his shock with his mouth hanging open as it was. Ginny tried faring better but it was not difficult to see the signs of her upset in her features. When Alecto and Amycus Carrow had been introduced as, respectively, the new Muggle Studies and Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers, she had seen Neville and Ginny turn to each other; Ginny expressing the alarm she imagined was also plastered to the rangy boy’s face.





It had felt like her fourth year all over again, but only worse, a thousand times so. There wasn’t just the threat of expulsion or writing lines with blood soaked quills to contend with now. Luna thought of Harry’s mutilated hand, the message fading but still a poisoning reminder of corrupted power run amok. She had kissed those scratches embedded in his flesh many times as she tried to take away the long ago sting of it, but Harry had maintained that it was a good memo for him to follow, I must not tell lies, and that it was a strong motivator to continually rise up against the tyranny of Umbridge and her kind. Luna couldn’t think of this without her heart squeezing as, once again, her fear for Harry’s safety leapt into her chest. The fact that she had been in his arms only the night before seemed a mockery. She longed for him in that instant; their time had not been enough.





Back in her room, she listened to the slow breathing of her dorm mates as the night ticked by. They had lost a girl from last year, a Muggle-born, named Su Li. Luna shivered as she wondered what may have happened to Su and what her family was undergoing. It didn’t matter that the sharp-tongued girl had been unkind to her in the past. No one deserved persecution for just existing. She let her thoughts on the other students die down, her fixation on her Master taking over her belabored brain. What was he up to? What act did he intimate was going to take place? When would she be able to see him again? Was he thinking of her, right now, at this very minute? She hoped that he was, and it was this thought that comforted her enough to let her body slip into sleep.





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When a weary Luna came down to breakfast the next morning, conversation had picked up a bit and the mood was significantly lightened. Perhaps in the brightness of the day, the disciples of the venerable school were reverting back to old form, taking comfort in what they knew and disregarding the harsh lessons foisted upon them at their return. Or it could just be that everyone was striving to appear normal so as not to invite suspicion. There was still a mingled sense of anxiety coming from the row of stern façades at the staff table, and the teachers studiously avoided looking at each other. Even Professor Trelawney appeared ready for a confrontation, her eyes gleamed more from determination than drink.





Luna was heartened to see that Hagrid had not been banished, as she’d assumed. He was back in attendance with the rest, almost obliterating Flitwick’s small stature from view as he leaned over the man to whisper in his ear about something. She wondered if his home had been repaired after the Death Eaters had set it ablaze and promised to herself that she would seek him out during her free period. While she had decided to forego a study in the Care of Magical Creatures for Muggle Studies and Arithmancy, she still held a special fondness for the giant gameskeeper, often spending late afternoons with him discussing at length the various creatures he was proposing to bring to his classes. She had given her reservations about the Blast-Ended Skrewts, but she was only a second year back then and Hagrid still hadn’t known her very well. He listened more intently to her suggestions these days.





In her first year, she had gravitated to him on the boat ride across the Black Lake back when she was to be taken to her own Sorting and they had enjoyed a quiet friendship ever since. Hagrid was a good and simple man and for this reason she worried about his place in these supposed improvements of the teaching structure. Luna had seen in her syllabus that Muggle Studies was now compulsory for each student’s year and wondered just what would be taught by the malevolent woman who seemed to stare at the occupants of each house table as if they were a succulent meal. But Luna would find out soon enough as it would be her first class of the day. How delightful for her, she thought dryly. Not for the first time, she worried over the fate of Professor Burbage, the idea that she had simply given notice not sounding terribly convincing to the airy girl.





As she scoured the tables for familiar faces, she scrutinized Neville and Ginny once again. They were deep in huddled conversation, by the looks of it, and she wished she could be a part of it. Luna sighed over her plight. It was hard having friends when you had to go through the pain of losing them. She glanced over her own table of compatriots, although none of them deigned to speak with her unless it was for lecture notes or insults. She noticed that Terry Boot was looking straight at her this time, with his friend Anthony grinning next to him. Her face remained blank as Terry put his fist up to his mouth and made obscenely suggestive movements with his tongue stuffed into his cheek. Goldstein guffawed into his hand, but looked at her with slight embarrassment, cautioning his friend with an elbow nudge to the boy’s arm. They were supposed to be such good guys, she thought in disgust, and their reputations supported that notion amongst their peers. She was curious over what Terry had done to prove his half-blood status, imagining that she could always exploit that to her advantage if he started to bother her again. The next second, she felt ill thinking such a thing and looked away from the pair in her humility.





There was a brief meeting with her head of house before classes got under way, whereby she was expected to finalize her schedule based on her O.W.L.S. Luna had gotten a passing grade on every one of them, but even with ten under her belt, she had debated which ones to proceed with. She definitely planned to stay with DADA and Arithmancy, and most likely Herbology, too, but she wanted to discuss her options with Professor Flitwick on the rest. Ironically enough, she had considered dropping Muggle Studies as she’d felt she had learned all that she required to know about them, and now she was stuck with it at N.E.W.T. level.





And now, stepping into the newly decorated classroom for her Muggle edification, Luna saw the first signs that things would not be continuing in the same vein. Disturbing images of funnily dressed Muggles burning what were likely to be witches at the stake as the victims howled in abject suffering hung in tapestries. One was of a young witch being drowned with her pockets full of stones as the onlookers sneered. Another was of a wizard in a pointy hat being drawn and quartered for a crowd of revelers, as if he were their entertainment for the occasion. There were large drawings and diagrams at the front of the classroom; some on the blackboard, some on posters sitting on easels. A composite of faces peered out at them, front and side views represented with arrows pointing out particular characteristics. Perhaps most chilling was a large apothecary jar sitting on the instructor’s desk filled with what could only be a human brain, or possibly an Aquavarious Maggot, floating in some kind of preservative solution.





There was a distinct uneasiness throughout the room as the teenagers from the assortment of houses sat in their seats. In this class, there was a healthy cross-section of sixth and seventh years in evidence as well as other houses. She was happy to see that both Ginny and Neville were there, but unfortunately, so was Derrick Vaisey and Adrian Harper, along with a solid turnout of Slytherins. Just one more detail that was off-putting in this curious re-imagining of a lesson, she noted. Then the bell sounded and the stubby woman with the vicious, shit-eating grin strode in on clomping heels. Her dark hair was pulled back in a very tight bun and she was in mostly black robes, as stark a figure as the Headmaster. There was a serpentine brooch clasped to the top button of her robes with rubies for eyes. The woman took a few moments to survey her roster of names, the students noticeably squirming in their seats as the minutes dragged on in silence, but then she took out her wand and used it to point towards the first diagram on her right. She tapped it loudly against the facial features of the apparent Muggle, jumping from one facial feature to the next, as if the wood could not withstand the mere touch of the facsimile for even the briefest second.





“The visual traits of the average Muggle are the key to understanding their inferiority,” she began in a husky voice. “Note the eyes too close together and the way the forehead slopes, suggesting slow comprehension and poor reasoning skills. The Muggle’s brain is smaller than the Wizard’s, especially in the men, as you can see in this specimen,” and at that point, she drew their attention to the jar and its floating cranial host, which Luna now had to acknowledge was not an Aquavirius Maggot, although she wished it had been.





“There is a lack of scope to the Muggle mindset. They do not understand their own history and have limited capabilities in the acumen of even their most respected thinkers. A Muggle mind is not an enlightened mind. It cannot determine the nature of even the most basic magic. Throughout the centuries, Muggles have persecuted us for our superior skills. They are willful, ignorant, and destructive; the scourge of the Earth to all others who inhabit it.”





No one had dared to object as she voiced these statements, although there were many disturbed faces, Neville’s chief among them. Luna observed them all dully. It was all she could do to keep her features free of her abhorrence as she was loath to draw any glances from this shrew. The suspect professor continued in a haughty delivery.





“I was appalled at the misleading direction of your tutelage under Professor Burbage. The blatant mangling of information was egregious and intolerable in its execution. You have a skewed and butchered version of the facts, my dear children, and in this class we will attempt to right the wrongs that you have been laboring under with the namby-pamby, feel-good administration of the recent past. We are at war, my little soldiers, and it is up to you to carry on the traditions of the Wizarding race the way it was meant to be celebrated. The wizard and witch have the power! Seize unto your duty and expunge the Muggles that wish to steal your magic and your very existence! It is time! Magic is Might!”





The woman had grown more fervent as her vile speech escalated in momentum. She was all but shouting now as her fist rose in the air and shook, ceasing her tireless marching back and forth in front of her desk while waiting for some response. She took a breath and scanned the crowd of wide-eyed pupils again. Then she pointed to a familiar face.





“You there, with the red hair, stand up and announce yourself and your house. I need to place your names to faces as we go along. Yes, you; let’s not take all day.”





Ginny stood slowly up from her chair as she regarded the woman with thinly veiled hostility. When she spoke, her voice was loud and clear.





“I’m Ginevra Weasley and I’m in Gryffindor.” Luna could hear some nervous twitters of laughter when Ginny’s eyes sparked in her contempt.





Professor Carrow barked in her recognition. “Ha! I do get to teach a Weasley, how lucky for me! And here I thought all the good ones had been dealt with already.” She smiled evilly at Luna’s former friend. “Your association with that dangerous psychotic and his Mudblood bint precedes you. I suppose you’ll take issue with my proper education on the ways of the enemy. Think you know better, do you?”





Luna gripped the sides of her desk, knuckles turning white. Her rational mind knew that the odious woman was only baiting Ginny, and by extension her, although the woman didn’t know that, but hearing her Master being referred to as such was filling her with something hot and slick. Luna wanted to slash her nails at the hag’s supercilious expression. She was thankful she was not in Ginny’s place right now, as she didn’t think she would have been able to hold in her anger. But Ginny’s voice was thick with her own hatred.





“I do know better. You’re a known Death Eater, a liar, and a hack. I have nothing to learn from you, this class is garbage now.” Ginny’s body shook where she stood in her rage, but she remained still with arms crossed, never raising her voice or so much as blinking an eye. Luna felt very proud in that moment. She wished she could be that fierce.





“Oh, well, look at youuuuuuu!” the nasty woman sung. “We have a little revolutionary, it seems! I’m sure you’re all aware, class, that there is only one way to deal with such insurgence and scurrilous talk. You have to beat it out of them. Miss Weasley, front and center, if you please.” Her vocal jabs had gone from mocking to deadly in a heartbeat.





Students were now murmuring and looking around each other with some apprehension. No one was sure what to expect next, but Ginny walked to the front of the classroom with her head held high, staring straight at the woman as she approached. Even from Luna’s vantage point on the other side of the room, she could see Ginny’s upturned chin and pursed lips, arms still grasping the other across her bosom. Professor Carrow proceeded to shriek her demands.





“Off with your robe! I want it folded on my desk, this instant. There will be 250 points docked from Gryffindor and 10 lashes for your insolence! Perhaps the lingering pain in your rear end will curtail your tongue next time, young lady!”





Ginny looked suddenly unsure in the face of her punishment. She glanced back over her shoulder to the students with some expectation, but most of them stared back dully with hangdog expressions. A few of the Slytherins were downright gleeful, however, Luna saw. While a public display would be humiliating, Luna couldn’t help think that maybe ten lashes wouldn’t be all that bad. Luna sought out Neville’s reddened, angry face. He looked ready to protest, yet seemed stunned into immobility. Ginny, seeing that no one was ready to intervene on her behalf, dismissed the room with a hiss and shake of her head before facing forward. She began unbuttoning her robe. They all watched dumbfounded as she removed it to follow through with the sadistic teacher’s commands.





When the robe lay folded on the oversized mahogany desk, she stepped up to its edge and put her hands in front to brace herself. She didn’t bend all the way over, but just enough to offer up her backside for her sentence. Luna’s breath hitched as she waited to see what would happen.





“What is this? Don’t you children know how to receive a proper caning?” And by this time, the woman had pulled out a long, thin reed from her closet. “How am I supposed to impart any magnitude in this correction when I’m stifled by this impediment? Lift up your skirt, girl, and bend over completely, hands flat and head down,” she instructed as if talking to a simpleton.







There were loud gasps in the classroom, some students finally showing their outrage, but it was Ginny who whipped her head towards the teacher and objected, her face contorted in revulsion.





“Are you mad?! I will do nothing of the kind!”





In a flash, the woman had swung back her instrument and slashed it across Ginny’s legs. The girl almost buckled as she screamed and now Neville did spring up and cry out in her defense.





“Leave her alone! You can’t do that in school! That’s not right!” he yelled. His fists were squeezed tight to his sides and his height loomed over the woman even though he was four rows back.





“Shut up, you idiot, and sit back down! I make the rules here and when you are in my domain, you take the pain! If you don’t want to be punished, then you need to learn how to act accordingly, don’t you, children? Now, you,” she barked as she turned back to Ginny, “get yourself in position this instant before I have you sent to the Ministry for interrogation! Perhaps we’ll have to involve your father in these, as well, yes?”





Ginny’s eyes were huge as she regarded the crazed teacher. She looked back at Neville and shook her head again, only this time in warning. The boy was seething, but he did as she asked and sat in his seat, eyes blazing all the while. Ginny gulped and turned her back to the class as she stepped up against the edge of the desk once more. She folded her body over the top but when her hands went to lift up the material of her skirt her hands were visibly shaking and had to hover there for a moment while she gathered the courage. There were now the sounds of weeping throughout the room as the students were rocked by the display. Luna could distantly feel her own tears trickle down her cheeks and she wanted to hide her face in her palms but she didn’t move, didn’t even breathe.





The poor girl was finally able to raise the pleats above her hips and settle them over her the top of her bum. There were even more gasps this time interspersed with a few sniggers. Ginny had chosen today to wear her thong. The firm, freckled, creamy globes of her bottom were hanging out for everyone to see.





“What in Merlin’s ruddy arse is this?! No wonder you had that murdering Gryffindor fraud hanging all over you, from what I’ve been hearing. You’re his right little slag, aren’t you? Of all the nasty bit of business, I’ve never seen such filth parading around this school. Learn how to dress like a lady, you harlot, this is an institution of learning, not a brothel!”





With her last insult, she whacked her cane at Ginny’s nakedness. She yelled out at the switch on her bum. There was no counting, no more words at all, only heavy panting and her friend’s cries. The class seemed suspended by their shock as the perverse scene continued to play out before them. When Carrow had finally extended the last bite of her cane, Ginny’s backside was a painting of scarlet streaks. She was sobbing openly now as she lay there, sick with her degradation. Carrow pulled the material down to cover the sight of Ginny’s lacerated arse and then duly instructed her to dress in her robes and sit back down. Ginny moved haltingly when she brought her body upwards. She was achingly slow as she reached for her uniform and her face bore her trauma.






Luna was horrified. She was horrified that she’d had to sit here and witness her friend’s humiliation, but she was mostly horrified that her cunt was tingling as she soaked through her panties with her arousal; that tensed piano wire at her center zinging making her nipples tight. The sounds…they had done something to her; she felt like her body was reacting without her approval. This wasn’t anything like what she and Harry shared, she knew that. This was a violation that Ginny didn’t deserve. She watched her friend head back to her seat with dignity; a fiery blaze shining out of her shamed face regardless of the tracks of tears. Ginny possessed a regal bearing as she marched down the aisle of desks, her mask exposing the imperceptible flinch of an eye once her abused bottom made contact with her seat. A confused Luna felt disgust for taking any kind of pleasure from Ginny’s debasement. She closed her eyes to gain her equilibrium, pushing away any memories of Harry’s face as he punished her to concentrate on the here and now. She let the smells of the room fill her senses and make her queasiness more pronounced.





“Well, now that disruption is out of the way, perhaps we can finally get to a lesson before class is over,” the sick woman declared sarcastically.





Luna wondered if the rest of the day was going to get any better.





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By the time the students had made it to dinner, the chatter had resumed to normal decibels and people were eager to share their stories as a tide of awe swept the castle. It had become crystal clear that things were going to be vastly different to anything they’d ever experienced in the school before, and while most were still aghast and disbelieving of the changes, others were already getting a taste of the kind of power being meted out if one had the right attitude. They were the students casting dubious glances to their schoolmates while wearing detached smiles as they coolly received the evening gossip.





Once again, Luna’s attention was directed to the Gryffindor table as she watched a group form around Ginny. The girl’s face was made up of tight lines moving left to right, and as her friends tried to get more out of her she would dart her eyes to the front table and shake her head, mumbling out of the side of her mouth. Every so often she’d get some catcalls from passing students, but when a few Slytherin seventh years came up behind her to tug on her hair and ask for a peep show, the rest of the table came alive bounding to her defense, Seamus audible enough with his “Fuck you, poncers!” to draw the attention of the staff. Professor McGonagall swiftly descended upon her house charges and pulled the pugnacious boy aside, demanding a word with him in her office.





Thankfully, after Muggle Studies, Luna’s day had moved along with a lot less dramatics. Professor Flitwick had seemed to think she could handle an extra course load and encouraged her to take on another few years of Charms, Transfiguration, and Astronomy, suggesting that she would want to be very busy this term. The diminutive teacher had cautioned her that getting involved with the Gryffindors would be unwise this time around. It had surprised Luna to hear him speak this way. The dueling champion was not someone that she considered cowardly, and she despaired at the staff’s complicit involvement in the new Headmaster’s twisted vision to uphold the decrees of, what was essentially, a Death Eater government. She thought about how angry Flitwick had been after she and Hermione had revived him during the battle on the eve of Dumbledore’s death, after Snape had attacked him. Luna couldn’t even begin to imagine how he must be feeling towards his former colleague and now current boss after all that had happened between the two men. How did one obfuscate such venom when trying to appear as if you were in step with the system?





Luna had been so lost in her thoughts that she hadn’t noticed when two bodies took their seats on either side of her until a breathy Boo! in her ear startled her. She glanced to the owner of the voice to see Terry staring back at her with a smirk. When she looked to her left, Anthony was wiggling his eyebrows at her in an attempt at being charming. She swung her gaze to the staff table and sighed loudly before addressing both boys.






“What do you want?” she asked bluntly. It had never been Luna’s style to play games.





“What do you think we want, Goodlove? I believe I got a bit of the shaft last time you were doling out favors, don’t you agree? Getting my jimmy all ready for some action like that and then having crazy Potter drag you off. And now it sounds like he was getting some from the Weasley tease all along. Did he get you on your knees, too, or is the Chosen One too noble for cocksuckers?”





Terry wasn’t quite whispering, but spoke in low tones. He and Goldstein were both seated on the bench sideways, facing her. Luna was used to sitting on the end of the table, away from most of her housemates, and as the numbers had shrunk in Ravenclaw, there was even more distance between her and the other students than in the past. It was unusual for any of them to sit next to her and she wondered what kind of attention the boys were bringing to themselves appearing to be so friendly now. Terry’s new daring made her stomach squirm like it had been infested with worms.





“I don’t do that anymore, so you’ll just have to take care of each other, I’m afraid. And Harry isn’t crazy, nor is Ginny a tease.” Luna spoke to them unfazed, but tinged her words with just the slightest forcefulness.




Anthony looked affronted by her suggestion but Terry just chuckled. “Oh, give me a break, Loony. You and I both know you’re too good at it to just stop. You love it, admit it. Plus, the minute Goyle has you shoved between Scylla and Charybdis you’ll be stretching your gob around his massive prick like an old pro. Meet us in the Room of Requirement before curfew and we’ll try our very best not to get you into trouble with our new greasy Headmaster, alright?” he threatened with that loathsome grin still in place. “Besides, Tony wants to see what all the fuss is about and I promised him an exceptional time, so let’s get with the program, Miss Knob Niffler.”





Luna froze as she felt a hand crawl up her thigh, but continued staring at the Gryffindors still huddling around their wounded member. Anthony’s hiss in her other ear was like lava hitting the ocean.





“Seven thirty sharp, luv. We’re not partial to lag-abouts.” With that, both boys left quickly towards the exit.





Luna looked over to see them heading into the hallway and worried her bottom lip. They sure didn’t wait long to harass her this year out. Yet, she was determined to set a precedent with the pair in order to send a message to the rest of her molesters. She belonged to Harry now. No one else could have her unless with his express permission, she had decided. Her brain went into problem solving mode, she had an hour to figure out how to get out of this mess. When Luna turned forward again, she saw that Ginny was watching her.





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Walking swiftly but silently through the halls of the seventh floor, Luna reviewed her plan in her head once again. It wouldn’t do to throw hexes and such at the duo if the outcome was ending up in Snape’s office awaiting punishment for her defense. That would come to no good for her, she understood unquestionably. It would be her statement against the Head Boy and one of the top students of Ravenclaw, and she was thought to be unstable, at best. No, she would have to lull them into thinking she would service the two before disarming them and using a Confundus, or even Obliviating the pair, if need be. It was not an appealing thought using that mind-rape memory charm on them, but the alternative was not up for consideration. Luna only submitted to one person and he wasn’t here.





It was unfortunate that she had to go about it like this, however, as she would have preferred the confrontation. The serene girl didn’t want to have to keep playing at this over and over; she wanted the lot of them to understand that she was now hands off, once and for all. What would the Slytherin thugs think if they knew she was Harry’s? Would it simply make her a more desirable target to be degraded for their amusement? She had a feeling it would be so. In that same vein, she couldn’t share the knowledge with the Ravenclaws, either, although she doubted Terry’s begrudging respect for Harry would prevent him from making his sexual demands. News traveled fast in these walls, and he already hung a threat of exposure over her head. In the climate of the new administration, she didn’t think it would be a good idea for her classmates to see her with such a sullied image. Thinking she was crazy was one thing, but having them think she was a slut, too, was not something she was keen to endure; it only invited the worst kind of attention. Her mind strayed to Ginny at the thought.





She had quite a haul to get between the base of Ravenclaw tower across to the Gryffindor side, where the Come and Go room settled not too far from the Divination wing. There were still students milling about, running back and forth for last minute errands and studying before they had to be back in their common rooms. It was now axiomatic for residents that breaking curfew would carry a far more severe punishment than anything that had been inflicted by Filch or the prefects before and no one wanted to be the first to find out just how awful. When she arrived, somewhat breathless, to where the double doors would appear, she saw straight away that Terry and Anthony were hanging about the tapestry of Barmy Barnabas and his dancing Goblins. They were chatting to each other in urgent whispers. She caught the tail end of their conversation as she drew closer.





“…But she’s into it, right? I mean, she’s just putting on an act to play hard to get, isn’t that what you said?” Anthony entreated. His expression was not the eager smile he’d worn earlier, but a little tight in the jaw with worry.





“Aw, yeah, yeah, I’m tellin’ ya, she’s gagging for it, that one. Trust me, the girl knows what she’s doing, and you don’t get that skilled if you don’t want it. She’ll deep-throat you like her life depended on it, mate. And if we get her in the right mood, I’ll bet she’ll spread for us like…” Terry stopped speaking abruptly as he caught her standing near them out of the corner of his eye. That damnable smirk crept up on one side of his mouth and he turned to her with a confident demeanor.





“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Loony Lovegood. Fancy meeting you here, fellow Ravenclaw. And just what are you up to this evening?” he teased in a mellifluent swagger. Luna wanted to spit in his cocky face.





“I have homework to tend to so can we make this quick? I’d just as soon get back to my room and study, if you don’t mind.” Her big eyes scanned Anthony while she talked and noted his apprehension in the way he kept fidgeting.





“You know, I’m not really like what Terry claims,” she said to him directly. “I don’t find this pleasurable in the least. The only satisfaction for me is making your face go all silly when you come, but other than that, I’m just trying to get through it. What you’re doing is blackmail, you know, and it’s wrong. You’re Head Boy, Anthony. You should be reporting this, not participating.”





Anthony’s mouth went slack as he listened. He glanced uneasily around him, noticing that they were currently alone in the hallway. Terry, however, maintained his arrogant attitude.





“Right, right, Goodlove. Me thinks the lady doth protest too much, in this case. I saw you with Belby and Stretton having a swordfight in your mouth, for Merlin’s sake, don’t play me. Now, why don’t you try out for Head’ Girl, like a good lass, and we’ll be the judges on your performance, eh?” His elbow bumped Anthony’s side, but the other boy still seemed hesitant.





“Maybe she’s telling the truth, Terry. Flitwick will have my arse if we get caught. I’m supposed to be setting the example,” he reminded his best friend.





“Who’s going to catch us, you berk? You’re the big man on this floor. MacMillan is a cunt, he won’t challenge you. Grow a pair already and Loony might even suck on them for you.” He winked at her as if that would somehow endear him to her. Luna thought that for such a smart boy he was quite dense.





She walked up to Goldstein and took hold of his hand, searching deep into his eyes for something she could connect to. “Anthony, please, I don’t want this. Those boys took advantage of me, you know. You’re a good person, but I…I don’t care to do sexual things to you. I’m sorry, but…I’m in love with somebody now.”





Anthony recoiled from her as he pulled his hand free. When he looked to Terry, he choked out a sudden change of heart.





“This—this is fucked up, Boot. I’m calling a stop to this.” He went to step away from the tapestry, but Terry grabbed at his wrist.





“She’s fucking with us, Tony, don’t be a muffin.” When Terry looked to Luna he had a nasty glint in his eyes. “So, who got to you first, luv? You finally opened your legs for someone and it wasn’t moi? I’m so disappointed. I thought we had something, Loony. The way you let me spooge in your hair, it was quite special, that.”





Luna felt like she might have gotten Anthony on her side, expecting he would get his friend to back off. This seemed like her best moment to strike. She pulled her wand from behind her ear and pointed it to Terry, her voice strong as she issued her demand.





“Keep your friend away from me, Anthony. I don’t think Professor Flitwick would appreciate the way you patrol the halls with such lax methods.” Luna’s eyes never left Boot’s, though.





“God, you are a mentalist, truly. What a waste; you were looking so fit lately. It must be love if you finally bothered to run a brush through that nest you call hair and put on some clean clothes.” Terry turned whiney with his pout. “We all know your arse is mint under that robe, dear, don’t know why you won’t let us have a peek at the goods.”





Luna grew tired of the derogatory remarks. “Terry, why can’t you just shut your mouth, already? I think you must be enamored of your own voice the way you rabbit on.”





She should have known by the way their eyes suddenly widened that someone was behind her. She should have expected it, standing here carrying on like she was Harry, that something would go wrong. But then it all went dark and Luna felt her body slump forward with the ringing from the Stupefy still in her ears.





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When Luna woke up her immediate response was to run, and without even taking stock of her surroundings or condition she was lifting herself up to move away from what she knew was a dire predicament. Hands reached out to hold her back down, one grabbing tightly to her bicep and another pushing down on her thigh. She realized she was on a bed and as her gaze swung wildly around the room, details started to filter through to her brain. She was able to focus on the faces around her. Gregory Goyle was watching her with his most brutish expression as he shook his head slowly, making t’sking noises like she was a spoiled child. Nott hung to one side—it was he who held on to her arm—but Terry was still there, practically sitting on her leg to keep her prone.





Luna panicked again and started to fight against them, crying out as they held her tighter. Goyle cruelly told her to shut up before he filled her mouth with cock. When the frightened girl looked to her right, she could see feet poking out to one side of Boot, further back on the floor. She moved her head again spastically, as she peered around Goyle’s hulking mass to make out Goldstein passed out behind them. Her eyes flittered around the basic décor. They had her in the Room of Requirement.





“What are you doing?! Stop this, now! You have to let go of me!” she anxiously cried. This was different for them and her terror increased as they held her down.





“Well, sweetie, it’s a good thing Theo and I were having a look about for this room to get some dueling time in, because guess what we found? Seemed to us like you were holding up the Head Boy and one of your housemates, luv, with the threat of a nasty hex. Now, that wasn’t very nice of you. Think you owe Terry a bit of an apology, although I don’t believe Goldstein will be requiring your services.” Nott gave a honk of laughter at the mention and looked back at the unconscious boy then smiled at her wickedly, another hand curling around the underside of her knee.





Luna tried to determine where her wand lay as her head darted from side to side. She had to get out of here, this couldn’t happen, she wouldn’t let this happen. She shouted at her captors to let her go, but Terry just gave her a pitying look.





“Oh, sorry, Goodlove. Been a slight change of plans, you see. You’re still going to put that sweet mouth to work, but we’re ready for the next step in our relationship. A bloke needs a little variety and we were getting a bit bored with the oral. We’re looking to spice things up a notch.”





“No!” Luna roared and she kicked out her legs fiercely, knocking back Terry as her foot made contact with his groin, his lips rounding in a moue of pain. Her free hand went to hit Nott as hard as she could while her leg reared back to kick into Goyle, but he caught her by the shin and squeezed, bending it and pushing it against her as his wand squared off at her face.





“Aw, you mean you don’t want to play? Well, there’s a lass; we’ll just have to do it another way. Imperi--”





But before he could finish the spell, there was a stereophonic of casting behind him.





“Impedimenta!” “Petrificus Totalis!





Nott suddenly snapped his body straight and toppled onto the bed, hitting the mattress heavily by her side. Meanwhile, Goyle appeared to be lost in thought as the remainder of his spell hung in the balance. Luna heard another command as Terry’s head whipped to the direction of the voices.





“Expelliarmus!” “Stupefy!”





When Goyle’s wand suddenly slipped out of his hand and went zooming backwards, Luna let out a tremendous cry of relief. Terry’s shout was cut short as he was knocked out and fell to the floor where his friend was currently lying. Gregory had turned to the intruders and now Luna sat up in haste to see who had come to help her. It was almost a shock when she saw Neville and Ginny standing there with their wands out like warriors.





“What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing?” Neville demanded. “Get away from her!”





Goyle slowly held up his hands in surrender, but he wore a sickly leer. Luna looked around for her wand and saw it poking out of Gregory’s robe pocket. She reached over to pull it from him and he glanced back at her, laughing as she turned her wand on him, as well.





“Oh, c’mon, Suckgood, we were just having some fun. You used to like fun, remember?” he goaded.





“You’re a liar!” Luna shouted, trembling in her anger. It was as if all the buried rage she’d experienced in every encounter she’d been put through with him and her assailants had suddenly been consolidated into this one moment, a cumulative disgust at both herself and her tormenters rising in her gorge with ferocity. “You know that’s not true! Act like your own man, for once, Gregory. Malfoy’s not here to tell you what to do anymore, so just stop being his lackey and pretending this is acceptable. I hate what you made me do, and you knew that, but you don’t care! Well, I’m a person, Gregory, I’m a person who has feelings and deserves to be treated as such! I want you to stay far away from me from now on, you rapist, or you’ll—you’ll be sorry!”





That felt good, Luna realized, as her chest heaved. So, was this what emotions ran through Harry when he had to face off with his enemies, or get attacked by the likes of Lucius Malfoy, or even Voldemort, in the Department of Mysteries? It was like she was coasting on a high to feel such righteous anger pumping in her veins. The girl imagined she had borrowed her Master’s power and let him fill her up, moving through every part of her body as she stood up and wielded her strength over the Slytherin lug. Harry had been right, she was strong, and she would show him how much.





Goyle glared at her in bemusement as she berated him, but a flinch in his right eye suggested that she might have gotten through to him a bit. Ginny suddenly demanded some answers from the hulking boy.





“You heard her, you prat. Now, tell us what’s been going on and we might go easy on you. We saw you arsewipes carry Luna in here after you Stupefied her and figured out what you were planning; that’s how we got in the room. Not only did the three of you try to rape her, but you attacked the Head Boy, too, so you’re in a shitload of trouble, Goyle. What have you been doing to her, you pig?”





“You’re the one who’s in a shitload of trouble, whore. Neither of you have any idea what you’re getting into here, but if you think Snape is going to give me anything more than a handslap for indulging the crazy bint with my big, fat knob, you’re as nutters as she is. She’s been taking it from us since before Halloween of last year and I haven’t heard her complain once. In fact, the way she slobbers all over my cock, you’d think she was looking forward to it. Me and my mates are going to kick the stuffing out of you two buggers the minute your backs are turned; that’s a promise. Do you really want to take a hit for the cock-loving tart over here?” His face was smug until he came to his threats, when the full extent of his wrath exploded in his darkened eyes and flaring nostrils.





“Stupefy!” Neville shouted, and the three of them watched Goyle’s bulk hit the bed as Luna stepped out of the way. The two girls looked in surprise at the normally reserved Gryffindor. He rolled his eyes at them with a shrug of his shoulders.





“I was getting sick of listening to him talk,” he explained. “I’m so used to grunting coming from that prick, and I can’t say full-fledged sentences are any better. He’s a bully and a liar, like you said, Luna. I wish you’d told us what they were doing to you, though, we could have helped.” His expression implored her for a reason to her silence.





Luna glanced over at Ginny before responding. “It’s really complicated, Neville. Perhaps we should discuss this somewhere else after I figure out what to do with this lot.”





Then it was Neville who looked to Ginny, and the two seemed to have an unspoken conference, apparently reading each other’s minds.





“Uh, I think I have an idea,” Ginny started, as she moved towards the fallen boys, “but you’re going to have to help us move these louts into position.”





Luna was eager to hear the plan and eyed her with expectancy. Neville grabbed at Anthony and started dragging him to a spot in the route from the bed to the door, while Ginny rounded the bed and tugged under the pits of Goyle’s arms as she pulled his head to the top.





“Get his shoes off, Luna, while I unsnap his robes. We’d better work quick if we want to get out of here by curfew. Goldstein’s been out about fifteen minutes already, by our estimations. We saw Nott take him down after Goyle stunned you. What were he and Terry saying to you anyway? Nev and I were coming around the corner when we saw you had your wand on them and Goyle and Nott sneaking up behind you.”





She spoke in a neutral voice as she worked on the Slytherin’s robes. Luna heard a long whine off to their side and they both looked over Theodore still trapped in his body bind. Even though his mouth was sealed shut, he made noises through his lips as though attempting to protest the conversation. They ignored him. Luna went over the argument from the beginning.





“Terry thought he could pick up where he’d left off on the train,” her face grew hot from the blush working its way down to her chest as she acknowledged what exactly had happened in that fracas, “and he told Anthony that I was, um, amenable to the interaction. I thought I had convinced him that I wasn’t interested, and Anthony appeared to be backing out of it when I got hit.”





“Goyle’s right about Snape, I have a feeling. I don’t think we should risk telling anyone the way things are going right now, Luna. We’re going to have to Obliviate these four so they don’t remember anything of this little interlude.” Ginny gave Luna a measured look as she stressed the necessity of secrecy.





“Are you sure that’s the only way? I felt I could only use it as a last resort, it’s such a violation. I feel like I’m no better than them for doing that.” Logically, Luna knew that her friend was making sense, but it still bothered her to have to come to this. What would Harry have done?





“I agree with Ginny. It’s not nice, but what they were doing was worse. If they have a chance to think about what happened in here, they’ll find a way to get back at you sooner or later, Luna. They’re Slytherins, they’ll retaliate. I don’t know what to say about Terry, though. I’m kind of disgusted by him, right now.”





Neville looked to the boy on the floor, pondering how he was going to pose him. Luna wished she could feel sorry for the unpleasant Terry, but she couldn’t seem to summon up the feeling at the moment.





“Do you think McGonagall or Flitwick would be able to help in any way? It seems like any problems we bring to them are only putting them in a compromised situation,” she suggested.





“Yeah, their hands are tied. McGonagall already told me as much today after that bitch, Carrow’s, joke of a class. I’ve got detention with her for the next three nights on top of what already happened. McGonagall can’t do a thing about it. No, we need to set these fools up so that they’re not going to be coming after any of us in the near future.”





With that, she began unzipping Goyle’s pants after snapping open the button on the waistband. Luna put her hands to the girl’s wrist to stop her, feeling bewildered.





Ginny just patted her hand as she reassured her. “Don’t worry, we’ll make this fast. Just need to make it look convincing.”





Once Luna let go, Ginny pulled down Goyle’s trousers as Neville hefted Terry onto his side on the pillow at the headboard. Terry was soon lying across the bed just over Gregory’s head. Ginny tried to be casual as she pulled Goyle’s underpants down next, his prick heavy on his leg with an almost accusing hardness, but her face reddened. Luna felt she should probably be doing this since she was at least familiar with the monster cock; it was certainly imposing the first time she saw it, too. Rustling sounds drew her to Neville’s work, as he prepared to expose Terry in the same way.





“What are you planning on doing?” Luna finally asked, now thoroughly confused.





“Well, let’s just say we’re going to introduce a bit of anxiety into this troop’s sexual identities. If they’re under the impression that they were using the Room of Requirement for some messing around, we just need to remove the idea of you in the equation and see what happens next.” Ginny smirked as she revealed their scheme.




“Yeah, and since we’re going to wake up Anthony first, he can hold it over them. We’ll just plant the suggestion in his head that he was coming in here to find out what they were up to and found them like this.”




By now, Nott was whining quite loudly and Ginny reacted to his distressed noises by pushing him on top of Goyle with his face landing quite close to the other boy’s knob. The stiffened teen’s hums were now reaching a fevered pitch. Ginny grabbed Luna by the elbow and ran with her to the door. Neville joined them as they were about to open it and they all turned back to the sordid staged scene.





“Alright, I’ll take Nott, Gin, while you wake up Goldstein. Then we need to get to Owlery. We can talk more there.”





The three gave each other a nod once they were ready and then Luna heard their simultaneous commands as Neville removed the bind on Nott and Obliviated him, while Ginny took care of Goyle and Terry. Then, as the boys started to stir, Neville barely voiced a “Rennervate” to wake up Anthony. It all moved smoothly and then they were both pulling Luna out into the hall, Neville shutting the door so they could watch it disappear. Then he was shuttling them to the middle tower.





When the trio had made their way up the steps to the owlery’s spire, Luna felt shy explaining the details of her coercion. She was acutely aware of the way Ginny’s eyes bore into her as the girl listened to her story in her stony silence, apparently reserving her judgment till later. Neville seemed to absorb the information with a resigned shake of the head but expressed his thoughts in a snarling cynicism that was startling to see.





“Those fuckers; I can totally see them pulling that sort of bollocks. I always knew Marcus Belby was a creep. It’s a good thing he’s no longer in school, but Boot has got some comeuppance, as far as I’m concerned,” he insisted vehemently.





If Luna hadn’t been looking at Neville with her own eyes, she wouldn’t have believed this was her generally soft-spoken friend sitting here talking. It made her feel warm that he was so angry on her behalf and his protective nature helped her settle back into her skin, her fear folding into a flattened box. To realize in her delayed daze that she had been so close to being violated against her will again was making all the hair on her body stand up and her throat close over, but she kept reminding herself that it was all over; that she was safe. She waited anxiously to hear what Ginny would say, hoping they could be friends again. Surely the fact that the Gryffindor had come to her rescue meant something? The hope for reparation prevailed as Ginny finally commented.





“We’ll find a way to deal with him, don’t you worry. You should have told us about this last year, Luna. We’re—we’re your friends, we would have helped you get out of it. I…well, I had heard some of the boys mention rumors about you and the Slytherin maggots, but I really thought they had to be making it all up. I couldn’t believe it, but I didn’t really know how to bring it up to you. It’s kind of embarrassing, you know. Sorry, Luna.”





Ginny looked chastened with her admission, but Luna’s heart swelled. She reached her hand across to her fiery friend and laid it on her knee.





“No, it’s alright. I should be apologizing to you, Ginny. I am so, so sorry. I never meant to hurt you.”





It was like flames leapt in Ginny’s irises for a second, and her mouth reverted to its flat line, but she didn’t get upset aside from those little notes of acknowledgement on the subject of Luna’s atonement. Neville looked from one girl to the other and watched the interplay for a moment before suggesting their next course of action.




“Gin and I are going to walk you to Ravenclaw tower, Luna. Ginny’s got to be at Alecto’s dungeon office to serve her first detention at 9:30. She didn’t show it in class, but she knows we were in the battle on the Astronomy tower, so I’m going to hang close by in case that hag decides to get a little rough again. I’m bloody curious to know what’s going to happen when her brother sees us in DADA tomorrow. Considering we both fought him the last time he saw us, this should be a real fuzzy reunion.”





Luna’s already protuberant eyes widened further. “That’s right. I remembered seeing their faces in the paper with the announcement of Snape as Headmaster, but I had forgotten that Professor Lupin mentioned them both when we were in the infirmary after your injuries. What are you going to do, Neville? Ginny and I will be in a different class, since we’re sixth years, but its NEWT level, isn’t it? I can’t imagine what he’s got in store for a lesson plan.”





The three contemplated the worst and shuddered.







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They found out soon enough what a tyrant the little monster was the next day, as he one-upped the former fake-Professor Moody by having each student attempt a Crucio on one another while he rated their level of competency. It had been horrifying. The man took particular glee in torturing Ginny, especially, and every opportunity he had to pick on her he did so. By the end of their second lesson later in the week, Ginny had already piled up two weeks of detention between Amycus and Alecto. Luna did not have many chances to try and reconcile with the girl now that they were semi-talking again and she worried about the impetuous Weasley under their antagonism. Ginny was smart enough to understand she was being provoked on purpose in order to continue her punishments, but she was still easily pushed to flare up her resentment.





By the end of the first month, children all around the school were regularly sporting bruises and abrasions on their faces and hands. That was just what was visible, Luna noted. Considering how Alecto routinely liked to administer her beatings, Luna was sure that many more were wearing their penalty stripes under their robes, as well. Luna herself had been slapped across the cheek by the harpy when she argued the influence of Muggle literature and art on their own Wizarding culture; Alecto insisting, of course, that anything of worth had been stolen from the great Wizard artists.





Meal times in the Great Hall were becoming a more somber affair, every day. While the Slytherins benefitted the most from this change of atmosphere—and many took full advantage of that perk—they were still as guarded as the rest of the students. When Luna sat with Neville outside during lunch, they tried to come up with a way to get the DA meetings started again. Luna thought about her galleon and how she wished every night for it to vibrate in her pocket to announce her summons to Harry. She missed him so much that the dull ache in her loss had become a part of her like the way she drew breath. Her masturbation segments before she fell asleep at night were still intense, but lacking in conviction the more she did it. Some nights she would wear her clamps for as long as she could stand them and spend her entire time in bed in a heightened state of arousal, refusing to give in to release. She’d attend her classes the next day in a trance as her body hummed in anticipation of its looming orgasm. On these days, she flirted with the idea of baiting Alecto into giving her a sound caning in front of everybody, and her fantasies would whip her into a frenzy but then she would imagine having her climax while the students sat in witness and her arousal withered at the thought.





It was mid October, on a Wednesday, when it finally came. Luna had spent a fairly easy day coasting through her classes, since it was the only time in the week she didn’t have Muggle Studies or double DADA. She had watched Neville and Luna during dinner as usual, noticing for the first time how Ginny’s face looked thinner, her cheeks somewhat gaunt with dark shadows under her eyes. The feisty witch barely acknowledged her other friends at the table these days, choosing only to whisper across to Neville when they were at the hall table, and then quickly filling him and Luna in on what was happening with the Carrows in the brief time she had before her detentions were to start. She looked unwell, Luna decided. She wondered if she could talk the girl into seeing Madame Pomfrey, but despaired again that she couldn’t get enough time alone with her to really discuss what had happened with Harry.





Luna lay in her bed as she debated whether she really felt like masturbating again or if she was just doing it out of habit. She’d all but given up on her automatic writing, as there was only one name that ever came out of those sessions, in constant repetition all over the parchment. She couldn’t read anything other than her textbooks, and she was having a hard enough time with those. Luna felt completely scatterbrained and overextended as she stared up at her blue canopy. She wanted Harry. She wanted him so badly she thought she might be sick with the idea of him. His smell, the feel of his hands on her, the green she could escape into—it was all she could do to push that out of her head as she tried to get some sleep to gear up for her Muggle Studies class the next morning.





She sighed as she rolled over on her belly. Luna reached over to the small table next to her bed, the drapes pulled back enough for her to see its contents littered on the surface next to the light. She turned off the lamp and grabbed the Galleon mocking her in the moonlight’s glare through the window. The girl curled it into her fist and then curved her body around the hand, wishing and praying for Harry’s summons.





A few hours later, she felt the coin quiver in her hand.












Yeah, so the Greek reference Scylla and Charybdis was the impetus for the expression "rock and a hard place", in case you didn't know, but I feel like Terry is just the type of pretentious fellow to showcase his intelligence at every opportunity. I also like peppering his speech with a lot of Muggle references to further draw attention to his questionable heritage. I debated about Goldstein and how much I wanted to drag his character through the mud, but the Ravenclaws can be quite Slytherin in many cases, I feel. As we know, smarts doesn't necessarily go hand in hand with virtue. What do you think about those Ravenclaws?