Hogwarts: The Legacy

(c)2005 by Josh Cohen. May not be reprinted, except for personal use. The Potterverse was created by JK Rowling, and remains her property. I\'m just borrowing it for a little while.

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THREE: EVENTS OCCUR

Warning: contains sex between women, spanking between women, and peeping.

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Jason and the other hopefuls for the Ravenclaw Quidditch side were covered in sweat. The captain, Andrew Colwyn – the former Headmaster’s son – stood in front of them, his arms folded as he leaned against a pillar. The rest of the team was fanned out behind him. “It was a good series of tryouts,” he said, his voice stentorian, matching his large, muscular frame; Colwyn was one of the two Ravenclaw beaters. “You’ve all done quite well, and it’s a shame we’ll only be able to bring on one of you.”

Jason looked to his sides; there were ten others who’d tried out, and while they all had strong fundamentals, Jason knew he was the only one who’d flown in a truly-gifted fashion. His father had been the same way; a natural on a broom.

“Jason Goldman, welcome aboard.”

The others were alternately happy for him and angry with him, but Jason knew the tryouts weren’t truly over. He’d have to prove himself in practice for the next two months, or else his position could be taken away by the captain and given to someone else, someone who had whatever it was Colwyn needed.

Jason knew he had the drive to win. Now he just had to hold up his end.

Their first practice was a no-contact drill the next day, which was a Saturday. Jason had gotten himself out of bed at six and, after a quick breakfast in the common room, he’d pulled his broom out of the shed – it was a Nimbus 2100, one of a handful of models the Nimbus corporation had put out before finally settling on the Nimbus 3000 as their flagship broom; Jason’s father had managed to get it fairly cheaply. Even though the Goldman family was far from destitute, his father still hated spending more money than absolutely necessary.

One at a time, the rest of the team arrived on the pitch. The first to show was Andrew Colwyn, followed closely by the other beater, Francesca Fyreton. Jason had seen Francesca around the school on and off, and of course at all the Quidditch matches the team had played in. Francesca was slender and quick, with elfin features; her hair was a plain shade of brown but her eyes were so amber they were nearly yellow. She was in fifth year now; her younger brother, Fabian, was in fourth. Fabian was the next to arrive; as the keeper, he was more concerned with efficiency of movement than speed on a broom, and his build was stockier and more muscular than even the captain.

The seeker arrived next; Wesley Sarginson, a whip-thin sixth year who had made some truly amazing grabs. With him came one of the other two chasers – Jason was the third – a fourth year named Marianne Flint. It was well-known that she was the daughter of two well-held Quidditch players in Hogwarts history, including a member of the first team to defeat Slytherin since the days of Charlie Weasley. Her sister Aurelia was the seeker for Slytherin; Aurelia was in her seventh year, Marianne in her fourth. It would not have surprised Jason had he known that Marianne was also sleeping with Sarginson.

The final chaser to arrive was another sixth year, Lisa DeMarco. While Marianne Flint was slender and small, Lisa was by far the most curvaceous Ravenclaw Jason had ever seen. She was six feet tall, statuesque, with curly blond hair drawn back into a ponytail and emerald-green eyes. He had to put every bit of his concentration into not getting riled up when he saw her.

“All right,” Colwyn said as Jason landed in the center of the pitch. “Chasers, go to the far goal with Fabian. Toss around a quaffle, take random shots at the goals. Marianne, you and me and Francesca are going to work on evasion.” He dropped a couple of large rubber balls onto the turf – Jason remembered using similar balls for kickball, back in primary school – and enchanted them with a Quidditch practice spell – and as soon as the spell caught, the balls started chasing after Marianne, who zipped away.

“Come on,” Lisa said, sounding disinterested. “Let’s see if you can at least throw it through the hoop.”

“Don’t worry,” Jason assured her, “my aim is much better than my father’s was.”

Jason managed to fit quite well into the practice schedule, which was Monday and Wednesday evenings plus Saturdays at two if they weren’t Hogsmeade weekends. He impressed Colwyn with his aim and his broom-handling, and if he was a little slow to remember every play in the playbook, at least he managed to improvise well enough.

The rest of his course schedule was demanding enough as it was. There were twenty periods in a class week at Hogwarts, and Jason’s schedule looked like this:

Monday: Double Charms, lunch, Muggle Studies, Arithmancy
Tuesday: Double Herbology, lunch, Potions, Transfiguration
Wednesday: History, Flying, lunch, Double DADA
Thursday: Double Transfiguration, lunch, Herbology, Charms
Friday: History, DADA, lunch, Double Potions

Christopher and Alison had chosen to take Care of Magical Creatures in the fourth position on Mondays, but Dina was in Arithmancy with him. Otherwise, the four of them tended to stick pretty close together. They had Herbology and History of Magic with the Slytherins, Charms and Transfiguration with the Gryffindors, and Potions and DADA with the Hufflepuffs.

It was Potions that Jason found to still be his favorite subject, even though Professor Snape was no longer teaching it. Professor Granger, in fact, was actually funny, rather than just snarky, and if she wasn’t as creative as Professor Snape, her easygoing charm was more than a match for the occasionally-silly teaching methods she sometimes employed.

It was in Potions on a Tuesday afternoon in late September that Jason managed to catch the professor’s eye. They were creating an analgesic potion, a less-powerful version of Pepper-Up, and before Professor Granger managed to finish explaining the lesson, Jason had already begun slicing his willow bark into the proper measure. He completed the potion almost half an hour before class ended, long before anyone else managed to do so. His partner in Potions, Edward Foerster, had been quite impressed.

Not as impressed as the professor.

“This is excellent work, Mr Goldman,” Professor Granger said. “Have you made this potion before?”

“Actually, yes, Professor.” Jason hated referring to anyone as sir or ma’am, so he went with the more-equitable “professor”. “My father knows quite a bit about potions, and my grandfather works with them every day.”

“Really? Might I know either of them?” Professor Granger measured out a phial of the analgesic potion and set it aside, then started up the heat on the headache-inducing potion she’d brewed. When mixed, the two potions would become clearer the more efficacious the analgesic was. It was a technique Professor Snape had developed once he decided tasting the potions of students had grown tiresome.

“My father was in Hogwarts in the early 1990s, but he transferred out before Voldemort returned.” Jason noticed a twitch in the corner of the professor’s eye when he said the name. “His name is David Goldman.”

“Really?” Professor Granger’s eyebrows lifted.

“Yes. When I mentioned that you had succeeded Professor Snape, he owled me back and asked me to say hello. I just got that owl yesterday.”

“Ah.” She measured out a phial of the headache-inducing potion and poured Jason’s analgesic potion into it. They swirled together. “Do tell him I said hello as well, then. I remember he was very nice, and he was also quite helpful. I was more than a little surprised when I found out he wouldn’t be returning for fourth year.”

The potions canceled each other out, becoming perfectly clear. “So was he.”

Professor Granger lifted the phial of mixed potions and held it to the light. “I can definitely give you an O on this assignment, Mr Goldman,” she said. “You and your partner may leave early, if you wish. I know how grumpy Professor Morrigan can be when you’re late for her class.”

“Thanks, Professor. See you on Friday, then?”

She nodded, and Jason took his empty phial back to the desk.

“What were the two of you discussing up there? Got a crush on the Mistress?”

Jason glared at Edward. “She knows my dad, from back when they were in Hogwarts together. And before you get snarky with me, remember that I just got us another O.”

“Fine, fine.”

Jason started packing up his books and scrolls. “You can tidy up. I’m going to get a snack before Transfiguration.”

Edward shrugged and picked up the used equipment, carrying it down to the washing trough as Jason made his way up out of the dungeon room where Potions was held.

It was interesting that Edward would think he was crushing on Professor Granger. She was attractive, to be sure, even though her slender form was hidden rather capably under her heavy work robes, and even though her chestnut-brown hair was always pulled back away from her face and carefully set up in an immovable bun that would keep it out of any crucibles she was inspecting. But he had noticed the ring on her finger, and that meant that even if his adolescent thoughts had even the slightest chance of coming true, she was still married, and evidently happily so, as evidenced by the flowers and gifts that occasionally arrived during class.

Of course, if someone had asked him under the influence of Veritaserum if he had ever thought about Professor Granger during a wank, he would have to say yes. But only a couple of times.

“Our first game is the weekend after Halloween,” Andrew said at their next team meeting, after Wednesday’s practice. Jason was thoroughly knackered; after Double DADA, during which they practiced Expelliarmus and also a couple of mostly-harmless jinxes, the practice had gone on almost an hour longer than usual owing to the lateness of Francesca Fyreton. “We’re playing Hufflepuff, as you know. Their side is pretty good this year, though not as good as ours.”

“Look,” Lisa said snippishly, “if we’re going to review plays now, I’m going to take a nap. It’s been a really long day.”

“If you take a nap,” Andrew shot back, “I’ll bench you.”

“Like you could find another chaser in time.”

Andrew grumbled and slammed the playbook shut. “Fine. We’ll do it on Saturday. Go. Hit the showers.”

The team filed out of the Ravenclaw broom shed, which was actually a room big enough to hold meetings in, and made their way to the shower rooms. Jason, instead of showering – since he was heading back to the dormitories anyway – just pulled off his gear and stowed it in his locker, changing into the button-down shirt and slacks he’d worn under his robes during the day.

Francesca, though, seemed to have no compunction, and as he turned to leave the locker room, he saw Francesca stripped down to her brassiere and pants.

“Do you have to do that now?” Andrew snapped. “You’re going to scar the kid for the rest of his life, showing him that.”

“What does it matter?” Francesca’s voice was light and airy. “Does it bother you, Jason?”

He could only shake his head. He was too busy picking his jaw up off the floor.

“See?”

She turned and, draping her towel over her shoulder, stalked off to the shower cubicles. Andrew, Jason, and Wesley all watched her bottom shift, barely covered by her thong pants, until she was out of sight.

“You all are pigs,” Lisa said sharply. She’d cast a Disillusionment Charm on her body as she changed; all the others could see was a faint outline of her figure – at least, from the neck down. “And shame on you for corrupting the little shit.”

“Excuse me?” Jason stared straight at Lisa’s face. “I wasn’t the one who just stripped down to my knickers and sashayed out of here.”

“No, but I did see your shorts.”

“So what?” Jason was getting confused. “It’s not like you could see my bits or anything.”

“Why would she want to see your bits?” Andrew asked, almost innocently, and then he, Wesley, and Lisa laughed.

Jason’s face flushed and he spun on his heel, beating a hasty retreat from the locker room.

“Look, Jason, you don’t have to be so burned up about this.” Christopher and Jason were sitting in the alcove Jason’s father had told him about, the one at the very top of the common room. Dina and Alison were at the infirmary – “a personal problem,” Alison had mentioned – so it was just the two of them. “Either you see it as them making fun of you, or you see it as a chance to look at a pretty girl in her underthings. Which is it going to be?”

“It’s not that I didn’t like looking at Francesca,” Jason snapped. He was tucked into the corner of one of two couches in the alcove, his knees up under his chin. “It’s that even though I’m a member of the team, and I’ve been practicing like crazy, they still don’t treat me as an equal!”

“So what! You haven’t played a game yet! Play a game well, and they’ll let you into the club. It’s not such a big deal to get teased for a month. Trust me.”

“You’re not the one getting teased.”

Christopher appeared to consider this. “I suppose you may have a point. But we can still look on the bright side.”

“And that is?”

“You got to see Francesca Fyreton’s bum. All we get to see is the seat of her pants.”

Jason’s guard dropped a little bit. “It was nice. Kind of pink-looking, for some reason.”

“Well, you all had just been riding brooms for the better part of two hours. She was probably sore.”

“Probably.”

Christopher, though, knew the reason that Francesca’s bum had been pink. There was a pocketwatch in his bureau, charmed to look like any other pocketwatch. But it had been a gift from his uncle, Charles – who had been in seventh year in the year that Harry Potter came to Hogwarts. Charles had said that if he turned the hands just so, he could see into the Ravenclaw girls’ dormitories. The fifth, sixth, and seventh years, anyway.

Christopher knew that the Ravenclaw girls got up to some serious playtime when they were in their dormitories. He’d seen most of them without their clothes on at some point, and he’d watched, his hand in his shorts, as a few of them went at it with each other. Lisa DeMarco, the Goddess of Ravenclaw – named so because of her flawless physique and on-high attitude – had a fairly-regular thing going with one of the other seventh years, Dana McCullough. And Francesca Fyreton had a habit of draping herself over her yearmates’ knees and allowing them to spank her with their hands or their hairbrushes, directly on her bare bum.

When Christopher had said, at the beginning of the year, that he didn’t have much experience looking at girls, it had been the truth. But a few days later, when he’d had his first chance to use the pocketwatch uninterrupted, most of the “never have I ever” moments that didn’t involve actual touching went right out the window.

The only problem Christopher ran into was finding an excuse to sleep with his curtains shut. None of the boys in his dorm did so unless they were ill, and it was not in Christopher’s nature to lie. Nor to masturbate in view of others, but that was a different story altogether.

Tonight, though, he had an excuse. He’d been hit in the face with a mis-aimed Jelly-Legs Jinx during DADA, and it had shaken his head so violently that he was still hearing a slight ringing in his ears. If he took an analgesic potion from the communal shelf in the bathroom and then closed his curtains, no one would be the wiser.

In retrospect, he was glad to have been hit by the jinx; Dana McCullough had transfigured some sort of surrogate penis, and was using it on Lisa DeMarco, and Francesca Fyreton was bent over the end of a bed, being spanked by two of her yearmates, who had their slippers firmly gripped in their hands.

Christopher slept quite well that night.


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Notes: Aurelia Flint is a logical offshoot of \"The Last Man On Earth\" and \"The Luckiest Man On Earth\", two of the most sex-filled stories I\'ve ever read on AFF. I enjoyed them greatly. (Aurelia Flint is also the name of the author of those stories. Link to her Author Page: http://adultfan.nexcess.net/aff/authors.php?no=5233) Her concept of Marcus Flint and Katie Bell having a relationship and eventually being parents (in this case, to Aurelia, Marianne, and possibly one more person depending upon what happens as the story goes on) is used with her permission.

Wesley Sarginson is borrowed from a newscaster in my town. The pocketwatch thing comes from the sizzling story \"Harry Potter and the Secret Nurse\", which I am fervently awaiting an update on. (link: http://adultfan.nexcess.net/aff/story.php?no=30550) It is used with Jackalman\'s permission.

I hope you\'re pleased that I actually set out a definitive class schedule for my characters. One of the things that really vexed me when writing \"Untitled Ravenclaw Story\" was trying to make everything fit just right with Harry\'s schedule and the allusions to other characters\' schedules throughout the books. HP-Lexicon (http://www.hp-lexicon.org) was inordinately helpful.