Harry Potter and the Hall of Justice

Chapter 41 A Change of Plans


Over six hundred miles southeast of Falcon’s Lair, in the Walloon Region of Belgium, Olsto Fierkin sat at a table with three other wizards. For months, the paranoid man had refused to see any but the three Death Eaters now with him. The evil wizards had been closely associated with him for years. Their secluded meeting place was the back room of an old farmhouse, of which none other was allowed to have any knowledge.

Keltin, Maguire and Brashard had always conceded preference to Fierkin over Voldemort. To Voldemort they had been nothing but cannon fodder, and the evil master had delighted in making sure they never forgot it. Olsto Fierkin, on the other hand, had always shown the three much more respect. They readily accepted all he said as supreme law and did as they were told, as none ever wished to provoke his anger. The three men, on numerous occasions, had witnessed the treacherous wizard torture and break those who enraged him or failed to do his bidding.

Fierkin growled as he spoke in low, guttural rumblings. His eyes were always in motion, turning his head frequently to peer over a shoulder. He often stopped abruptly to listen when he spoke. Every whir of the wind or rattle of a shudder was the precursor of those coming to do him harm.

His three evil associates were accustomed to his continuous delusions and hallucinations. They realized, however disconcerting the man’s mania was, he had always guided them away from impending danger. They trusted the wicked man implicitly.

And Fierkin’s psychotic behavior had served them well within the last month. The Ministry of Magic had attempted to place a spy within their ranks to gather information. Fierkin’s paranoia over the wizard led them quickly to ascertain the truth concerning his true purpose. The three Death Eaters were just making ready to peel the hide from his body when Fierkin, remarkably, had stopped them. The spy, Perkins, knew beyond any doubt the evil man was going to brutally kill him. There was no hope. But Fierkin had sensed something different about this little man.

“If you serve me, you shall live,” Ferkin said, growling into the man’s face.

Perkins’s fate was mercifully recast. He had always been a weasel and had been fortunate to be in the right place at the right time when Minister Bones went about looking for wizards and witches to re-staff his depleted Office of Investigations at the Ministry. Perkins had never had even a few people call him friend. He had always been described as an obnoxious, backstabbing and sarcastic cretin to those who knew him best. His persona could best be described as repulsive, and that was putting it nicely. How he had ever been chosen for employment at the Ministry was a wonder to all assigned to work with him.

His stature within the Office of Investigations had gone through the roof when he let it be known he had infiltrated Fierkin’s evil alliance. In truth, the one wizard who still called himself friend had blabbed a little too much one night at a pub in London. The two had attended the same school of magic and had been equally ostracized throughout their school years by young witches and wizards who saw through their mean-spirited ways. After a number of pints of ale, his evil friend had bragged about Fierkin and his plans to do away with the incompetents at the Ministry of Magic and the Hall of Justice.

“Fierkin won’t make the same mistakes as Voldemort or Malfoy. He is much too smart for that, Perkins,” the man had boasted with an evil grin. “Just wait, he’ll change things. Those who oppose him will beg for a quick blade between the ribs.”

Perkins agreed to join the alliance but decided, being the weasel he was, to play both sides. He hadn’t counted on being caught at his little game, though.

“Yes, yes, I will serve you!” he cried out to Fierkin, knowing his certain fate if he refused. “I will do whatever you ask of me.”

“You will beg for a quick death, if you don’t,” Fierkin growled, running a long finger across Perkins’s neck. “What has the Ministry sent you to do?”

“To find out your plans . . . where and when you hold meetings,” Perkins said, hanging his head, unable to look into the evil man’s eyes.

“Yes, of course. And how much have you told them?”

“That you are recruiting converts. I know nothing of your plans to tell them, honest, I know nothing else,” he said, crying and frantically hoping the man would let him live.

“I will use you, Perkins. You will be rewarded for your service but, as you can well imagine, I cannot trust you. Until you prove yourself to me, you will spend your time in my hold. How and when do you pass your information to them?”

“When I’m able, I leave my notes inside a tavern in Arlon. I don’t know who picks them up,” Perkins told him. “They didn’t want me to chance getting caught traveling by any means.”

“Take him to his cell, Brashard,” Fierkin ordered.

Brashard grabbed Perkins arm and pulled him out of the room. He then seized a handful of hair and dragged the disgusting little man down into the basement where he locked him within a large, metal cage.

Fierkin waited until Brashard rejoined them before they discussed their wicked plans. The evil wizard was aware of the muggle’s army. He also knew Dracul had tried to mount an attack on the muggle’s home turf in Scotland. They weren’t going to make the same mistake.

“We will plan a meeting and welcome the muggle’s army into our camp. We’ll prepare a very warm reception for them,” Fierkin said with a devilish leer. The four evil men then laughed out raucously.


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Sirius had Harry and Ron take Austin to a store in London to buy new clothes. Owned by the muggle wife of one of the minister’s at the Ministry of Magic, the clothier carried a large selection of current fashions. Austin, though, wasn’t into ‘current fashion’. He preferred blue jeans and shirts with pockets, which, thankfully, the store had in abundance. With great care, he went about selecting a large assortment. His main interest, though, was getting a warm coat for the cold and damp Scottish winter.

Ron talked him into getting two jackets of different weights, too. After considerable time, Austin also found a sturdy pair of boots to his liking. And Harry was the one who had him add a pair of training and running shoes to the order. Several hours later, the three made their way back to Falcon’s Lair and got his things put away.

While they were talking, Sandy O’Leary walked into his bedroom followed by Drucila Priest and Albus Dumbledore. The blond, blue-eyed girl went straight to Austin and hugged him, pulling him tightly to her.

“Thank you, Austin. You made me good as new. Thank you,” she said, pulling away after kissing his cheek.

“You can walk okay?” he asked, thinking it the proper reaction to her statement but knowing fully well the girl was exactly as she said she was.

“Yes. I’ve never felt better, honest,” she replied.

“Great. I couldn’t be happier for you.”

The girl turned and quickly left the room after giving a quick smile to Professor Dumbledore. Harry and Ron excused themselves, feeling their presence was no longer really wanted in the room. As they walked out the door, Hermione came walking down the hall toward them.

“Harry! Ron! What are you two up to?” she asked.

“We just got back from London,” Ron said. “We took Austin to buy some new clothes.”

“Is his room down there?” she asked, motioning with her head down the hall.

“Yeah!” Harry said, pointing back toward the door they had just exited.

“Is Professor Dumbledore there?”

“Yep.”

“He wanted me to meet him here,” she said, continuing her walk down the hall.

Before she entered Austin’s bedroom, she heard Drucila Priest cackling about something, which she didn’t understand.

“Hermione! I was hoping you’d soon be here,” Professor Dumbledore exclaimed. “Were you able to see Ginny before she left?”

“Ginny left?” Hermione yelled out, a look of shock on her face. What in the world had set her off now? Shocked wasn’t the word, she was terrified.

“No, Hermione! No!” the old wizard said repeatedly. “She has returned home. This morning after breakfast, she came to Drucila and said she was ready to go see her mom and dad. She wants to get back to her studies at Hogwarts, too. Isn’t that grand?”

“Back to school? Are you certain she was all right, Professor? She wasn’t running away again?”

“No, my dear. She is fine. Best I’ve ever seen her. She’s like a different girl, thanks to Austin,” Drucila said, beaming and patting the big, young man about the shoulder with a bony hand.

“What happened, Austin?”

“I’m not really sure, Hermione. Drucila brought her to me last night before bedtime for a chat. She stayed the night with me. In some strange way, I felt her hurt and somehow took it away or pushed it so far back in her mind she isn’t conscious of it anymore. All we can do is just wait and see if she remains as happy as I saw her this morning,” Austin said.

At first, Hermione found it hard to speak, which was very unusual for the young witch. A wave of emotional relief flooded through her. “Thank you, Austin. Oh, that would be wonderful. Ginny hasn’t been herself for such a long time. I’ve been so afraid she wouldn’t ever be able to escape that horrible past,” Hermione replied, tears flowing from her eyes. She raised her fingers to wipe them away.

“Well, now. Hermione, we need your help,” Professor Dumbledore said, thankful to change the subject.

“Yes?” she asked, snorting to clear her nose.

“Plainly, our young Austin here has a strong leaning towards the healing arts. I need you to assign your court historian and librarian to him, along with whomsoever else you might free up, to begin an exhaustive search within the library at the Hall of Justice for texts on our ancient shamans, healers and numinous beings. If I remember correctly, young Martha studied our Druid past. Please have her also search out the texts she used in her studies along those specific lines. Austin’s first duty to our cause will be to understand more about his unique talent,” Professor Dumbledore instructed.

“Yes, sir. We’ll start right away,” Hermione said, giving the young wizard a smile of thanks before turning and leaving the room.

The old headmaster turned back to the young man. “Austin, I had a long visit with Drucila this morning while you were away. She was most recently the headmaster at the Druidic School of Witchcraft and Wizardry before coming to our aid. Tell him what you’re thinking, Drucila.”

The old witch moved up closer to Austin and looked him right in the eyes. “My boy, throughout our history numinous beings have been mentioned over and over as spirit guides and teachers. They only appear to certain individuals, though. This mentor of yours, Abraham you say, is your guardian spirit or guide. His manifestation, however, does not seem to fit the manner in which entities normally present themselves. Are you aware of that?” Drucila Priest asked.

“What do you mean by a normal manner?”

“As you begin your studies you will find spiritual guides are said to only come to the shaman during altered states of consciousness. You will read of them having visions and dreams or conjuring their guide while in trances. Abraham, on the other hand, appears not only while you are in a conscious state but Harry interacted with him as well. You see, my boy, another force seems to be at work here. A force we don’t understand,” Priest continued.

“And?” Austin looked at the two old professors, not sure where they were taking this.

“There is more, Austin,” Professor Dumbledore interjected. “You performed two types of shamanic healings: physically, on Sandy O’Leary and psychologically, on Ginny Weasley. Magical history has documented many such healings, but most occur only after the healer or shaman takes one or more journeys to determine the kind of healing that is necessary. You completed both tasks rather quickly and not in the usual way. We must do our best to understand how that was accomplished.”

“I can’t say how, Professor. I just wanted to help the girls. Their pain was evident to me. I’m not aware I did anything special, just wanted them to be well and take away the pain,” Austin replied.

The old wizard nodded his head. “Very well, I understand that. What we wish to do is determine how the process works. There may be many others of our kind who have your abilities, but, for whatever reason, they are somehow dormant.”

“Please, take a seat on the bed,” Austin requested of the old professors.

They did as they were asked. Austin turned toward the door and lifted his hand, whispering an incantation. He then moved his hand again and the room went totally dark.

“Abraham!” he exclaimed into the darkness.

A faint glow appeared and an old man stood before them leaning into a large wooden staff. Professors Dumbledore and Priest froze at the sight of the being.

“Austin. You have visitors, I see,” said the old man, turning his eyes to scrutinize the old magical beings sitting on the bed.

“Yes, this is Albus and Drucila, Abraham.”

“I am honored,” said the old man, bobbing his head slightly at the old witch and wizard.

“Abraham,” Albus Dumbledore said in a meek voice. Drucila, uncharacteristically, was too dumfounded to speak.

“You have many questions, Austin,” Abraham said, as an observation.

“Yes. I have healed two witches suffering from different maladies. How did I do these things, Abraham?”

“The power lies within you to do such things.”

“Professor, you wanted to ask Abraham a question?” Austin asked out, not taking his eyes off the old man in front of him.

“Abraham, from where do you come?” Dumbledore asked.

“I journey far from this reality. Yet, it is just here,” he said, removing one old hand from his staff and moving it slowly in front of him from side to side.

“Are you spirit or a physical entity?”

“We are all spiritual essences. The physical self is but a shell, which contains the life force.”

“Are you sent by God?” Drucila Priest asked, finding her voice.

The old man shifted his eyes and focused on the old witches face before speaking. “God does not send me nor does God prevent me from coming.”

Dumbledore shifted himself on the bed, hardly able to contain his excitement, spellbound by the spiritual presence. “Have you traveled far?”

Abraham again shifted his gaze back to the old, white-bearded wizard. His eyes lingered on Dumbledore’s, who felt his mind being examined by a power he had never known before. “I have been on my journey for countless of your lifetimes. I am far along, yet I’ve only just begun.”

“And why do you come?”

“I come, drawn by Austin’s life force and by his goodness.”

“And when will your journey end?” Dumbledore asked.

“The journey has no end. Throughout eternity, we will each move along countless paths to countless realities. When goodness permeates our being, and evil is left behind, we shall be with God. But even then, my friend, we will continue to travel many paths. There is much to learn, much to experience, and we have an eternity to do so,” the old man said with a comforting smile.

“Why do you allow us to see you, to experience your presence?” Dumbledore asked, anxious to know.

“My young friend wills it to be so. The power lies within him,” the old man replied.

“What can you tell us of Austin’s powers, Abraham?” Dumbledore quickly asked, wanting to learn more from the old spirit; his mind was filled with unanswered questions.

“Austin must discover them within himself. It is not for me to say what abilities he possesses. On his journey, as on ours, much will be discerned, much will be learned, but it is for him to do it,” Abraham said, he turned his head slightly and smiled at Austin. The old man then faded away.

Professor Dumbledore was just about to speak out again but held his breath. The two old professors had been both excited and mesmerized by the old spirit. Austin raised his hand and the lights within the room came on. Turning to the door, he removed the charm he had put on it for privacy. Looking around, Austin faced the two old masters sitting on the bed.

“How wonderful!” Drucila exclaimed, breathlessly. “In all the years of my life, I have never imagined such a being. I’m confused, Austin, where is his reality exactly? Where is he from? I didn’t understand what he meant.”

“I don’t understand it, either. We all heard him say his reality, his journey, is far from ours, yet he made it sound as if it was all around us, too,” Austin said, smiling that the old spirit’s appearance had stimulated the two old professors so much.

“Yes, I’m at a loss, too. Thank you, Austin, for allowing us that visit. I have much to think about. This is all so strange. It is beyond anything I’ve ever dreamed, even in my dreams,” the old wizard said with a large smile.

“You have much to teach us, my boy. Many of the old shamans were also teachers. We must use your talents to the fullest,” Drucila said.

“I agree, Drucila. But first, Austin must learn more about his abilities. With that knowledge will come a much better understanding. We leave it to you, Austin. Take your time; be thorough with your research. And use the resources Hermione has to the fullest. Let the young witches at the Hall of Justice help you along your way. They were selected for their positions based upon their intelligence, skills and interests,” Dumbledore stated.

The old professor reached a hand into his robe and withdrew a necklace. It was exactly like the ones Ron and Harry had shown him the night before. It was an amulet.

Dumbledore extended his hands, the necklace dangling from his long, skinny fingers. “Here, Austin, take this. It is an amulet made from a magical stone, which contained great power. Trust it. It will protect you.”

Austin took the necklace and lifted it to examine it closely. He then lifted it above his head and dropped it around his neck.

“Keep it out of view. Many here do not possess one. Keep it secret,” the old headmaster said.

Austin nodded his head. “Whom do I see about getting some furniture for my room?” he asked, looking at Drucila.

“I will take care of it, Austin. What would you like?”

“A table and chairs to start with and a desk, if it’s possible. I would like to do my reading here, if that’s okay?”

“Yes, of course, whatever you need,” Drucila said.

“I will speak with Sirius before returning to Hogwarts, Austin. We will delay your training with our two teams until later, as you have much to do. If there is anything else you require, please tell Drucila, Hermione or myself,” Professor Dumbledore said.

“Well, let’s all go down for a little tea,” said the old witch.


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Later that afternoon, Austin went to the Hall of Justice and met with Daniel Webster. The Chief Justice took him up to the third-floor of the residence where they spoke for several hours. They had many stories to share about the ranch and Webster nodded his head with pride over some of the things both had done and seen while at the old ranch. It brought back many great memories.

When Webster told Austin he was fifty-one years old, the young man almost fell out of his chair. He looked to be no more than in his early twenties. Webster then went on to explain what had happened to him after he put the ring on and how the charm had affected him within the Hall of Justice. Austin was amazed at the tale. Why would a powerful force and a ring produce such effects? It was all beyond anything he had ever heard of, he admitted to the Chief Justice.

Webster told him what had happened immediately after he was chosen for the position. Austin couldn’t help but laugh at what it must have been like for him. The Chief Justice was sure of one thing: he liked this young man a lot. He reminded him much of himself, after experiencing the years of solitude he’d known on the ranch. It took a long time to adjust, but he was glad he did.

“It was a great life, Austin. At times, I miss it so much. I never thought of it as a job, though; it was a way of life. You know what I mean?” Webster asked.

Austin nodded his head and smiled. “Yeah, I agree with that. When things had to get done, it was up to you to do it. We didn’t have anybody to fall back on, did we?”

“Nope. That’s for sure,” the Chief Justice said, grinning to himself, as visions of the old ranch flashed through his mind.

“Well, if you’ll excuse me, I need to find Hermione. She is supposed to have some books for me. Professor Dumbledore wants me to read up on some of the old ways of our ancient healers and shamans,” Austin said.

“Yes, of course. That old wizard is a real card, ain’t he? Couldn’t ask to have a better guy running the show for us,” Webster laughed out, shaking his head. “Yeah, you gotta really like that old man. He sort of grows on ya.”

Austin nodded his head and laughed along with him.


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Austin made his way to the library, following Webster’s directions. He was overwhelmed when he stepped into the huge room. “This isn’t a room,” he thought to himself. “This is a museum.” He had never been in a room as large as this in his entire life. After he took in the immensity, he turned to his right and saw Hermione at a desk speaking with two girls.

Hermione introduced Austin to Cindy Scott, the court librarian, and to Barbara McLendry, the court historian and Cindy’s assistant. On Hermione’s desk were at least ten large books they had stacked up.

“This is a beginning, Austin. Martha selected this book about our Druid past. She marked several chapters with bits of paper stuck in between the pages. These two are specifically on healers,” Hermione said. She motioned him to hold out his arms and dropped the three books in them.

Cindy lifted another and put it on his stack. “This book is about the religious and spiritual practices of shamans from around the world and a great deal is written about traditional native practices from various cultures. It also has chapters on a number of spirit guides and guardian spirits.”

Just as Hermione was reaching to put another book on his stack, Austin spoke out. “Wait, wait! That’s enough for right now. I’ll come back for the others when I’m through with these.”

The three girls laughed out. Hermione was the first to speak, “That is just a little light reading, Austin. We’ve got tons more outside this room, believe me.”

“Yeah, well let’s leave them out there for a few days. I’ve never been much of a reader. I’d much rather take my time. It’s been over ten years since I’ve done any studying, if you know what I’m saying.”

“Are you taking them back to Falcon’s Lair or do you want to read them here?”

“I’m going back. Drucila is going to get me a desk and a table. I’ll be back and forth, though. One thing you have to say, it doesn’t take very long by portkey, huh?”

“It is just a little longer walk is all,” Hermione said in agreement.

“Oh, yeah. Professor Dumbledore said I could ask you for other things I need. I’d like to get a computer up in my room. Whom should I go to for that?”

“I’d talk with Bartholomew Grime. He’s the Defense Against the Dark Arts Minister at the Ministry. Have you met him yet?”

“Nope.”

“Well, he is our techno-freak. He loves muggle high-tech things. I’ll make sure he gets your request, though. But I warn you; he’ll load you up with every bell and whistle made, if you don’t stop him. He goes overboard on everything he does,” Hermione said with a laugh.

“That’s okay with me. I love the stuff myself. I’ve heard a few of the guys talking about the internet access they have at Falcon’s Lair. Tens years have really changed that, I guess,” Austin said, trying to hunch his shoulders under the weight of the books in his arms.

“Yeah. I’ve always had it at home and used to spend a lot of my summer keeping up with computer technology. In today’s world, we have no choice but to do it,” Hermione admitted.

He smiled and bobbed his head. “Yep. Martin Dumbledore, my old headmaster at British Columbia, was always a forward-thinking guy. I noticed he had a pretty advanced machine on his desk yesterday when Harry and I stopped by there. He says they are teaching much more of the high-tech stuff at school now. They are incorporating it into their course of instruction,” Austin said.

“We should. All magic schools should,” Hermione said, nodding her head.

“Well, I better get back. I’ve got a lot of reading to do and I’d like to take another look around Falcon’s Lair before it gets too dark,” he said.

Cindy and Barbara hated to see him go. The handsome young wizard mesmerized both of them. After he left, they jokingly chided Hermione for not getting him to stay.


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Austin was surprised to see a large desk and table already in his room upon his return to Falcon’s Lair. The desk, in fact, was much larger than he had really needed, but it was great. And the table had six comfortable chairs at it. Drucila had also had a large blue recliner brought up, and a small lamp table placed beside it.

He dropped the heavy books on the desk and pushed them against the wall. Before he turned and left the room, he opened the first book Hermione gave him that Martha had selected. Shaking his head, he walked back to the door, went down the stairs and was outside in less than a minute. He hated the thought of being cooped up and tied down to a room. The very idea of studying had never been very high on his list of priorities.

He stepped out into a late winter afternoon. It appeared he had an hour before dark, so he started out on a walk around the outbuildings, stopping along the way to look at what each contained.

As he walked into the door of a large barn, he heard two youngsters giggling and rustling amongst some bales of hay. It was dark inside, as he made his way over to see what the ruckus was about. After seeing what was happening, he backed quietly away. Ron Weasley was at play with an attractive, dark-headed witch who he was humping with gusto. He smiled to himself, as he walked out of the barn.

In the distance, he saw the large building Harry and Ron had pointed out the evening before. They had called it a resort. “I wonder what that’s all about?” he thought and headed that direction.

A number of young witches and wizards were walking about inside the huge building when he got there. Undoubtedly, it had become quite an attraction. Austin was amazed himself at the luxurious richness of the furnishings and the immense amount of it which was under glass behind the façade of the building.

At the center of the expanse was a large pool with cascading fountains. All around were tables, trees, large beds of flowers and ferns. Off to his right, a large room was behind glass, which had a long dining table. To the rear looked to be two levels of living quarters, and to his left appeared to be other facilities, which he couldn’t make out. It was a very beautiful place and reminded him somewhat of the huge patio area outside the residence at the Hall of Justice. What wasn’t glass was white marble or richly polished wood.

Sandy O’Leary saw him, as she and another girl walked down from the second floor. “Austin!” she exclaimed, waving at him.

He waited for them to make their way down to the first level. “You two taking a tour?” he asked.

“Yeah, but we’ve been here lots of times, though we still can’t get over it. This is Lisa Baxter, Austin,” Sandy said, moving her arm back to her tall, blond and blue-eyed friend.

“Hi, Austin,” the girl said with a smile. “Sandy told me what you did for her. That was great.”

Austin smiled and nodded his head at the pretty girl. “So what’s over there to the left?” he asked, refocusing his attention on Sandy.

“Come on, we’ll show you. It’s full of all sort of neat stuff,” Sandy replied.

They entered into what at first appeared to be an English pub. Walking to the back of the large room, they passed through a door into a huge gaming area. It was filled with card and billiard tables and electronic games. All around them, a number of young witches and wizards were at play.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed yet, but the castle also has a couple of rooms filled up with this stuff. Many of the games here, though, are different, so some of us come over to play them. We’ve really become addicted,” she said with a smile.

Austin took a slow walk around the large room and studied those at play. Here and there, he was noticed and nods or smiles were exchanged amongst those at play.

As he turned around, he saw Sandy whispering something to Lisa. Embarrassed he might have intruded on their conversation he quickly turned away.

Sandy placed her hand under one of his arms and smiled at him. “Hey, if you have a little time, I’d like to show you something else.”

“Yeah, okay,” he said, as he was being pulled along by Sandy. He looked around and saw Lisa walking back into the pub. “Where’s Lisa going?”

“She has something to do. We’ll see her at dinner,” Sandy replied.

They exited through another door, and she walked him up the stairs to the second floor. They took the first left down a long hallway and opened one of the doors, walking into a beautifully appointed bedroom.

“Wow!” Austin exclaimed. “This is something else!”

“Yeah. But they are all like this,” she said, stopping and putting her arms around Austin.

He lifted his arms to her shoulders.

“Thanks for helping me, Austin. You don’t know the pain I’d been living with. I was afraid it would be with me the rest of my life. Nobody was able to help me before you,” she said, before burying her head into his chest.

“I’m glad I was able to help, Sandy,” he said, hoping the girl would let it pass. He felt somehow uncomfortable with her thanking him every time she saw him.

“I want to do something for you,” she said, lifting her head and looking up into his eyes.

“You don’t have to do anything for me, Sandy. Like I said, I was glad to help you.”

“But I want to. Please let me,” she begged.

“But you don’t have to. Really,” he replied.

Sandy pulled off the red jacket she was wearing and threw it on the floor. She then began to unbutton her blouse.

Realization of what she was going to do came quickly to him. “No, Sandy. You shouldn’t do that,” he said.

“Shuh!” she breathed out, smiling at him. She jerked the blouse out of her pants and quickly pulled it off. Her shapely breasts were straining at the white, low-cut bra she was wearing. She swiftly unbuttoned, unzipped and stepped out of her pants, after kicking off the gym shoes she was wearing.

Sandy walked to Austin and pushed herself into him. “I want to be with you,” she said, through heavy breaths. Her eyes were ablaze with the passion running through her, which she so desperately wanted to share with the handsome young man in her arms.

Austin knew this wasn’t right. He should leave, he thought to himself. He should just walk out of the room now. But something stopped him. He was breathing deeply; his pulse was racing. Then she did it. She pushed the right button, took the one action that he couldn’t turn away from. Sandy reached down and rubbed a hand into his groin. Austin closed his eyes against the sensation. Never had a girl done that to him. He had so often dreamed about it, but this was his first time. He wasn’t sure what he should do. It felt so good.

Sandy pulled at his jacket and helped him remove it. Step by step, she went about helping him out of the rest of his clothes. Within a minute, he stood in front of the girl naked as the day he was born.

She reached behind him and squeezed at the flesh behind his waist. Lowering herself slowly, Sandy kissed his chest, his stomach and stopped at the soft flesh above his groin. Her hands fell to the firm, round flesh of his bottom. She ran her hands up and down the tight, rounded cheeks, squeezing the soft, yet firm, flesh. As she came to her knees in front of Austin, she leaned forward and kissed him.

Austin’s breath caught again, and his entire body jerked at the lustful sensations her actions sent through him. He tried to say something but couldn’t form any words.

The young witch leaned forward and kissed the rubbery head of Austin’s erect cock. She then moved her mouth slowly along the thick shaft, kissing and licking her way down to his mat of hair. Once there, she opened her mouth to suck at his flesh. She hungrily inhaled his musk, which increased her own level of arousal.

Austin shuddered all over. Deep inside, he tingled like he had never done in his life. Sensual electricity shot through every fiber of his being.

The witch came back to her feet and moved away from him, leaving him standing alone. His engorged cock swung about heavily and bobbed with every beat of his heart.

Sandy hooked her thumbs in her knickers and slowly pulled them down, twisting slightly to turn her ass to him. She looked back over her shoulder with a large lustful smile on her face. Never had she affected a boy like this, and she had been with a number of them.

Austin seemed hardly able to breath, she thought, as she watched him closely. It then occurred to her that this must be his first time to be with a girl. “How could that be possible,” she thought. The answer suddenly came to her and she knew why. “Of course, he’s been living alone for many years. That’s it. He hasn’t been with a girl . . . ever.”

She didn’t know what to do. Should she stop? Was this right? Was she meant to be his first? She slowly stepped out of her knickers. Just as quickly, she pushed the doubts from her mind. After what he had just done for her, she would be his first and his last if he wanted and would do whatever he wished her to do.

Sandy slowly walked back to him and pushed him down to a sitting position on the bed. Thrusting a leg between his, she spread them. She walked into him and pulled his head into her upper abdomen, holding him tightly to her.

She then raised her knees and placed them on either side of his hips, pushing him back flat on the bed. Sandy then leaned forward and dropped her hands to the bed above his head. Rocking her knees, she adjusted herself over him, bringing her breasts to his mouth.

Sandy’s hanging breasts rubbed into his face. He raised his hands to the firm orbs and squeezed the flesh. Her erect nipples were almost as large as the end of is little finger. Her dark pink areolas were puffy and funnel shaped. Austin instinctively opened his mouth and guided first one and then the other gland to his lips. He kissed, sucked and licked at her offered flesh. Sandy gasped out above him.

After some long seconds of allowing the young man to taste and play with her breasts, she rolled to one side and moved herself down to face Austin. Raising a hand to the side of his face, she turned it toward hers. She lowered her mouth to his and softly, gently kissed his lips. A warm sensation was welling up inside her. One she had never felt before. She immediately knew she would give everything she had or ever hoped to be to this young man. She was in love. He had taken her heart. She was his.

Austin ran his hands over her smooth skin, stopping now and again to squeeze her firm and youthful flesh. He was laboring hard to take in the air he needed, still feeling faint.

“I want you inside me, Austin. Please,” she begged, rolling onto her back.

He raised himself and moved to cover her. Sandy helped him find his way. Austin stumbled along at first but quickly found his rhythm. Sandy was in ecstasy. Never had she experienced this intensity with another man. It had to be because of the way she felt for him. What else could it be?

Austin, too, felt sensations he had never had in his life. He relished her heat, her wetness and the tight softness of her, as they went about their lovemaking. Sandy whimpered out and gasped against the lustful feeling coursing through her.

He continued his exertions until they both shuddered in climax. Sandy reached up and pulled his head to her mouth. She kissed him and held him tightly to her. They were both fighting to catch their breath, so Austin rolled free and unto his back.

“That was incredible, Sandy,” Austin managed to finally say.

For some minutes, they stayed apart, but Sandy finally moved her head over to his chest. She raised a hand to his upper abdomen and lightly stroked his soft skin.

“It was special for me, too,” she said, moving her head to kiss his chest. She then jumped with a start. “But if we don’t hurry, we’ll be late for dinner. Everyone will be wondering what we’ve been up to.”

It was dark when they returned to the castle. Young witches and wizards were assembling in the large dining room. No one even noticed them entering together.