Secret of the Male Veela

Rating: T for blood, gore and violence.

Posted: 2/4/2006
Beta: Yogert

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Chapter 8: Diagon Alley and Hogwarts Girls

Diagon Alley...

Harry had intended to make the trip to collect supplies as soon as possible but alas, the constant presence of the crazy cat woman, Mrs. Figg, AKA his watcher for Dumbledore forced him to delay his plans until she left for London on a semi-long trip.

Getting the needed gold from the goblins had been problematic given his minority status and his particular need for anonymity, but Harry was most insistent. Coupled with a very generous bonus, the young Gryffindor managed to win the goblin manager over to his side and won his promise to not disclose his confidentiality to his de-facto guardian, who was, of course, Albus Dumbledore. Harry reminded himself to find some loophole in wizarding law to get himself emancipated as soon as possible. There was no way he was staying under that old geezer’s thumb until he was 17 or 18 or whatever the age of majority was.

Harry dusted his shoulders as he walked out of the dinky and dark apothecary. He couldn’t say he especially enjoyed this part of his little excursion: wandering into smelly, dimly lit lairs to haggle with decrepit half-dead zombies and old hags over some obscure dried powder or some fossilized remains of decade old animals. Even having cast the most obscure glamour disguise he could find from his memories, Harry still felt the need to constantly scan his surroundings; certain was he that squads of Death Eaters would spring from the shadows and jump him as soon as he let down his guard.

Paranoia aside, this trip to Knockturn Alley was very much necessary as it was the closest and most easily accessible area that sold the rare and often times illegal ingredients Thanatos’s Diary had advised him to acquire. The glamour charm was rather half baked, and fairly weak, but it did hide his magical signature somewhat, was very low key and ancient enough so that no one would notice unless they were specifically looking for it. Supplemented with hair dye, contact lenses and some simple muggle cosmetics, which neatly covered his scar, Harry managed to blend in with the magical general populace for the first time in his life.

“Come on, let’s get out of here!”

“Blaise… you… here alone!?” Harry turned to see two vaguely familiar looking girls running past him. ‘Blaise…’ Of course, Blaise Zabini, the dusky, tall, and quite pretty, Slytherin girl in his year. At the end of the year, Harry had done a brief survey of the Slytherin students, mostly to see who fell inline with Malfoy and the rest of the junior DEs and who did not. Now, while he was almost certain not all of the Slytherins were DEs (hence proving stereotypes false), the Gryffindor was somewhat disappointed to learn that sympathizers and sympathy for the Dark Lord all but dominate the upper years of Slytherin House. Blaise, however, Harry recalled was a most ‘pleasant’ exception. Harry briefly allowed thoughts of liplocking with dark beauty to percolate through his mind.

‘I need a good shag…’ The male veela admitted, but then groaned when he realized what he was thinking. ‘Can’t believe I’m thinking like this. At least Sirius will be pleased or jealous at least…’ Now that made him smile. He could just imagine his tomcat of a god-father urging him onwards.

‘Oh, why the heck not.’ Harry took two steps in the direction Blaise and the other girl went when loud screams and sound of clashes erupted from that direction. The male veela swore as like the good Gryffindor he was, he drew his wand and charged into a likely battle.

Harry turned into the desolate and empty alley to see Blaise being thrown roughly against the wall by a large, burly man.

“Stupefy!” The jet of light smashed into the assailant, but Harry watched incredulously as the being just shrugged it off as if it was nothing. Harry didn’t have long to wonder, however, as the man, no the animal came charging at him.

‘Bloody hell, werewolves!’

Harry flipped, rolled to the side, barely dodging the super-strengthened part human, part animal.

“Ossum Oblido!” The young Gryffindor watched with satisfaction as the spell shattered the werewolf’s shoulder blade. Taking no chance, Harry rained half a dozen more spells on the large beast, until it crumbled to the ground and was howling in pain.

On the peripheral of his vision, Harry saw Blaise slumped on the ground and quickly jogged over to check how she was.

“Oh, my head…” Harry gave the girl small injection of magical power to help her recover.

‘At least she’s alive.’ The same, however, might not be true for her friend very soon, Harry noticed. Blaise’s friend, a girl with reddish hair tied in ponytails was dueling another werewolf, and was so far displaying great skill, dodging and weaving around the lumbering creature but it was clear that the witch was fighting a losing battle as her opponent seemed to be able to absorb most of her spells. Harry was at first puzzled as she didn’t fit the profile of anyone he checked out of the three major houses… unless she was.

The girl suddenly yelped as she tripped, falling to the ground. The werewolf howled in triumph, swiping at the vulnerable and paralyzed with fear witch with his massive sharp claws.

“Accio Susan!” The surprised girl through the air, just slipping past the murderous wolf’s claws and into Harry’s extended arms. The girls initially tensed at the unexpected contact, but then relaxed as Harry directed subtle feelings of comfort and assurance towards her.

“It’s going to be ok.” The male veela stated with one of those semi-cheesy heart melting smiles, but it did the job of calming the frightened girl. Unfortunately their assailant wasn’t about to stop just because Harry was in one of his ‘moments’ with a new girl.

“Watch out!” Acting out of reflex, Harry still with Susan in his arms, ducked down and out, just hair of an inch away from the raging animalistic werewolf’s attacks. Depositing the girl beside her friend, Harry leaped back into action.

“Reducto!”

“Stupefy!” The male veela rained curse after curse on his opponent, his spells gradually leaning closer and closer, but not quite falling into the category of magic defined as the ‘dark arts.’

“Maximus Reducto!” The spell nailed the charging werewolf in the chest sending it flying backwards.

‘Bloody hell, that took a while.’ Harry thought, noting that these two werewolves seemed much stronger than normal. Of course, he could have blasted them to smithereens, but given the audience (which includes the niece of the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement) he had been forced to whittle down his opponent with high-powered versions of ‘normal’ curses.

“Wow!” Harry turned to see the two girls looking at him in awe and also a bit of fear. Alas, still, he must have given an impressive display of magical and physical prowess.

“It’s alright ladies.” He smiled warmly to show that he’s no threat to them. Taking a closer look at the two, Harry confirmed that the two pretty young ladies were in fact Blaise and Susan. ‘A Hufflepuff and a Slytherin huh? Who would have thought.’

“Thanks for the help! Do I know you since you seemed to know my name?” Harry winced internally. ‘Were Hufflepuffs supposed to be this sharp?’

Fortunately Harry was saved from having to answer that question. Unfortunately, the reason was because the first werewolf he stunned had somehow revived.

“Watch out!” Blaise cried, pulling her friend away. Harry leaned to the side to dodge the werewolf’s first strike, but having shifted his center of gravity too much, he was off balance and the wolf’s second claw caught him right in the chest. Male veela he may be, but Harry still lived in a very much human body and hence found himself bouncing off of the pavement like a beat up rag doll as a result of the devastating hit. The spikes of pain quickly told him that he had at least one broken rib and several very tenderized and bloodied body parts. The girls, to their credit, though borderline-hysterical, did not remain idle as their savior was being pounded. A flurry of spells forced the werewolf back allowing Harry to tend to his injury.

“Percuro.” He whispered as he felt the healing spell taking effect almost immediately. No more of this nice guy crap, Harry thought with anger, as he felt a maddening lust being pumped through his blood.

“Amburo!”

“Extermino!”

The girls watched in amazement as this stranger crushed the mighty werewolf with his spells. The first wolf jolted as if caught in a series of violent spasms and then went still just as the second one, the one that took a Maximized Reducto curse in the chest… rose up again. The two girls seemed quite distressed and Harry, himself, was wondering what the hell was going on. Werewolves shouldn’t be this strong, not unless it was a full moon. It was like someone induced a full feral transformation in them, maybe more than a full transformation. Then there’s the question of how come the fighting wasn’t attracting any attention.

The wolf charged, the girls’ bravery wavered and Harry did what his nature called him to do… ‘Fuck it.’

“Excidium Omnimodis Telum!” A long object, a missile of sort, encased in bright white colors screamed toward the risen werewolf. Its power was such that the girls reflexively placed their hands before them to shield themselves. For a fraction of a second after impact, it looked as if the spell was a dud. Then without warning, the werewolf literally imploded. (This in retrospect was quite preferable to exploding which would have covered the area, the girls and Harry with the spell’s gruesome evidence.) Except for pieces of flesh and bones that sprinkled the floor, it was as if the bulky werewolf had never existed. Whatever sadistic satisfaction he might have felt, Harry quickly realized in horror what he had done and in front of witnesses. Not only that, in his haste to eliminate the enemy, he had grossly overexerted himself. His pathetic human body, exerted past the limit of its magical capacity, was shutting itself down in response.

‘Bloody hell.’ The male veela thought felt himself sweating profusely as his body burned up while his knees started buckling.

Seeing their savior crumble to the ground, the girls, who were very much ready to scream or run or do both, instantly reached out to support him.

“Susan, Blaise!”

“Arrragghh! Holy Merlin of… What happened?”

“Who’s he?” Harry’s mind buzzed with pain at the new voices.

Silence. ‘Ah-oh, I know where this is going…’

“HARRY?!”

Harry cursed. His sweat must have washed away the cosmetics covering his scar and well it wasn’t hard for any wizard or witch to figure him out after that. How many people had a green light bolt scar on their forehead. Harry, however, only managed to mumble something unintelligent.

“Are…they dead?!”

More silence.

“Oh, what will we do?”

“… how did this happen?” Harry’s headache intensified as he felt the rising level of hysteria and anxiety coming from the people around him, presumably, also Hogwarts students.

“… the aurors are coming!” Harry’s jerked at the word ‘aurors.’ Yep, he was definitely screwed if they got their hands on him. He would be caught red handed with residues of the dark curses fresh on his wands. Even if his fame saved him from jail, he would be completely exposed to Dumbledore and Voldemort.

“No…no aurors…” He managed to squeak out before finally blacking out.

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“He’s kind of cute, isn’t he?” A giggle.

“Blaise!” The second speaker, which didn’t sound like Susan, tried to sound outraged but that was hard considering she was giggling as well.

“What? He is, and if that French veela was willing to admit it, why shouldn’t I?”

“And what would your girlfriend say?”

Silence. Profound, prolonged uncomfortable silence.

“I’m sorry, Blaise...”

“It’s alright. I, I am just surprised.”

“Why didn’t you tell us? Is this why you have been avoiding us all year? Why you went into Knockturn Alley alone!?”

Blaise must have nodded as it provoked an outcry.

“We have been friends for how long, Blaise? And did we treat you any differently after you were sorted into Slytherin?”

“No, no, of course not. I’m sorry. I was just afraid. You are my only friends and I couldn’t bare losing you all…”

“Oh come on, my sister’s as bent as a three galleon coin…well kind of. Anyway while she can be irritating at times, I still love her all the same.” That bit of information apparently was news for a few of the other girls, as several ‘what’ were expressed in surprise.

“So that’s why she commented about my arse!” The brunette exclaimed. Shuffled sounds could be heard, no doubt as a result of the nervous girl suddenly acquiring the attention of all her friends.

“Ok, thanks for sharing Lisa. What Padma is trying to say is that we don’t care who you choose as your boyfriend or girlfriend. We’ll still love you, Blaise.” That was Susan, which is most surprising. Since when was a Hufflepuff known for being so assertive.

There were sounds of many more feet being shuffled around and numerous tall tell signs of hugs being exchanged enthusiastically between the girls.

“What do we do with sleeping beauty here?”

The girls arranged themselves around Harry’s prone form.

“We can’t stay here too long. I cleared us with my aunt, but she’s bound to start looking for us if we stay out too long.” That must be Susan again.

“Well, there is one sure way to wake up a sleeping beauty.”

“Padma!”

“What? Don’t tell me you never thought about it, Hannah. I recall hearing about him pulling you and Susan aside to ‘talk’ with you. I can’t believe you didn’t kiss him then. With the two of you together, you could have easily cornered him. And maybe pass him around to your friends. Rumor has it that he’s a great kisser.”

“Padma! You are so bad!”

“What? What’s wrong with sharing amongst friends?” Apparently a lot by the sounds of shrieks the Indian girl made as she dodged her friends.

“Hmmph, see if I share him then with you lot once my sister and I win him over.”

One could almost feel the Cheshire grin gracing the dark girl’s features.

“Once she stops acting like a child. Harry came to me to ask me to deliver my sister an apology about the Yule Ball. Let’s just say that my sister wasn’t too happy with either me or Harry when I told her.”

Multiple snorts, half snorts and various forms of maimed giggles were heard.

“No surprise there. Harry wasn’t exactly a gentleman that night. How would you feel if your date deserted you, then ignored you for months before approaching your sister, a twin no less, to bare you a supposed message of apology...”

“Lisa’s got a point there.”

“Maybe, but Harry has become much more of a gentleman recently and was very sincere in his apology. Besides, it wasn’t like he desperately needed her company at this point. Don’t get me wrong. I love my sister dearly, but really, did she think she even had a chance against that veela who was attached to his hip?”

“Oo, sounds like someone’s jealous.”

“Says the girl who cried out ‘Harry, Harry, where art thou Ha…’ eek!” A small shouting/teasing/and presumably, but not definitely so, playful session soon broke out.

After several moments of fun, the girls quieted.

“Seriously, who is going to kiss sleepy beauty.”

“I’ll do it.” A soft accented voice announced, silencing the others. Before anyone could protest, the short girl walked over to the laid down boy and…

“Ooofh!” Harry head shot into the air, wheezing as he felt his side being stung. Instead of kissing him, the short Asian girl had elbowed him in the stomach.

“How did you know?”

“Your breathing pattern changed.” Harry looked around to see that none of the girls were surprised leading him to realize that ALL of them somehow knew and had possibly engineered the entire setup! The male veela had to admit that it was a pretty damn good setup too, seeing he hadn’t suspect anything was wrong for even a moment. Made him wonder which parts of what they said were real and which parts were made up.

‘Never mind on that. Now for some payback.’ Harry thought as he smiled deviously. Harry glanced around and saw that he was in a chamber or a safe house of some sort, with a window overlooking Diagon Alley. He guessed that the girls had dragged his unconscious self out of Knockturn Alley.

“So you were observing me?” No one expected the male to recover so fast from his recent embarrassment, at least not Su Li. Caught off guard, the small girl blushed while others giggled at their friend’s misfortune. Aren’t girls just cruel creatures?

“Gee, Harry, when did you become such a flirt?”

Harry turned his attention on his next victim, ah, target; Padma looked at him challengingly, as if daring him to do his best.

‘Oh, I’m going to have some fun today…’ The Gryffindor thought happily.

“Since I discovered the Ravenclaw common room, of course.” Fortunately or unfortunately depending on who was asking, Padma’s naturally dark skin hid the extent of her blush.

“Ah, so you weren’t just coming back for Fleur?” Harry bit his lips at the loaded question. Best deflect attention away from that.

“I like intelligent witches.” The green eyed male winked at the shy Asian girl, sending her into another bright red blush.

“And you must be Su Li.” It wasn’t hard to figure out. Harry had seen the pretty oriental girl talking to Padma enough times to guess that she was in the same year as the Indian girl. Narrowing her name down the list of possibilities wasn’t too hard and the tidbits of conversations he sometimes caught in which Su’s name was uttered only confirmed his guess.

Of course, the other girls seemed completely surprised at this rather simple deduction. Again, it was as if no one expected that someone, with a title that must be hyphenated, would bother knowing a foreign commoner, especially one so reserved and demure.

“Su, you never told us you were having secret rendezvous with the Boy-Who-Lived!”

“It’s always the quiet ones!”

“…And right under the nose of a Veela and her snotty French friends!” Harry didn’t particularly like that statement, but let it go for now.

“…You go girl.”

“…Naughty girl!”

“No, lucky girl.” Susan corrected, flipping her strawberry blonde hair in a way that eerily resembled what Lavender and Parvati often did. Alas, girls will be girls.

“Aha, you are just jealous!” Her blonde friend corrected.

Harry blinked. Jesus Christ… these girls were nuttier and more perverted than even him when his body was pumping veela hormones!

“Guys, I think we are scaring him.”

“Aw, don’t be shy Harry. We don’t often get the chance to play with a boy.” Bewildered at first, Harry managed to grin at Susan in response. To the amazement and appraising glances of the girls, the boy simply refused to blush. They had been sure that he would have crumbled by now. Not only that, this male specimen was perfectly capable of retaliatory fire.

“Did a Hufflepuff just admonish, a Gryffindor, to not be shy?”

“Did a Gryffindor just use the word ‘admonish’ in the right context of a sentence?” Harry shrugged as he looked at the diverse group of Hogwarts girls before him.

“You know this isn’t exactly fair; 6 on 1. Maybe I should do something to even the odds.” The male veela sensually batted his eye lashes. While the girls were sent into gales of laughter, several with rather more naughty frame of mind shivered in wonder at the possible meaning. Normally their first reaction would most likely be disgust, followed instinctively a second later by casting a nasty jinx or hex at the speaker if it was male, but not in this case.

“And while I admit our house isn’t exactly known, with exception to Hermione, for our great aptitude for learning, I hope you ladies realize that we aren’t all as stupid as people think.”

“Then it shouldn’t be hard for you to realize that we Hufflepuffs aren’t pushovers either. Cedric wasn’t just an exception.”

That was definitely the wrong thing for Susan to say as it wiped the smile straight from Harry’s face. The mood of everyone else rapidly plummeted as the playful atmosphere turned cold.

“Oh, gosh, I’m sorry Harry.”

“It’s alright, Susan.” He answered, smiling reassuringly at the nice, kind girl, who looked almost distraught. Harry sighed. At least it was fun while it lasted. He had to admit that he really enjoyed the light and witty exchange of barter. The girls were clearly very intelligent and he found himself wishing to meet up with them again over the summer and for entirely platonic reasons too… for now at least.

“Listen, I’m sorry that you girls had to see that spell and what it did to that werewolf. I didn’t mean to but I didn’t want to risk your lives by letting it live longer than necessary. I’ll understand if you want to turn me in to the aurors.”

Not likely. While Harry had no intention of harming any of the girls, neither was he willing to give himself up. Having recuperated, the male veela was fairly sure he can incapacitate and then obliviate the six girls with little trouble.

Cool green eyes looked at the girls, but none of them flinched.

“It’s alright, Harry. None of us blame you. Given the disguise you wore, I’m guessing that you don’t want to be found. You don’t have to tell us anything and we promise to keep this meeting secret. It’s the least we could do after you saved Blaise and my life.” Susan answered. Though solemn faced, the girls all seemed to have accepted what he did as a matter of necessity. Harry didn’t have to think much to realize there was something about these girls. They definitely weren’t what he expected, not even close.

“It’s alright. I’m just glad to have helped. Besides, you dragged me out of there so I guess we are kind of even.” Without giving the girls a chance to protest, Harry asked: “Who were the werewolves by the way?”

“No idea, but I think we were just unlucky and not targeted. Auntie’s been talking about a recent rise in random werewolf violence. Her department and the Ministry as a whole has had its hands full trying to bring the agitators in. Problem is, no one knows what’s causing them to go feral, even in the day time.” Harry packed that thought away. There was something… lurking beneath the surface about this scenario that disturbed him.

“But why were you in Knockturn Alley in the first place?”

The girls exchanged several conspirator looks before Padma looked back at Harry.

“We were all getting our second wands.”

“What?” Harry eyes flew open. A second wand was the first one he tried to get, but the infuriating old wand maker refused as soon as he saw that Harry already had one, something about ministry regulations for public welfare or what not.

“It’s nice when you have friends in high places.” Blaise said as she winked at Susan. Harry gave the smiling black girl a knowing nod.

“How very Slytherin of you. That does beg the question: Why do you all need it?”

All the girls arched an eyebrow at him, as if sizing him up once more and not for the better.

“You wonder even after that speech you gave?”

“Don’t take us for fools, Harry. We aren’t as helpless you think.” The six girls drew their wands as one and dropped into a standard, formal dueling position. Considering they learned the position in their second year and that their stance weren’t exact or precise, this little act didn’t prove much, but given his initial assessment of the Hogwarts student body Harry was very impressed.

“You ladies have had experience.” Harry stated, respect and a tinge of admiration clearly showing in his voice. He noted that the girls seemed to glow ever so slightly in response. ‘Interesting…’

“My aunt is practically the head of the magical police force, Harry and she always believed I should learn to defend myself, especially after what happened to my parents.” Tears glistened in the strawberry blonde’s eyes as she felt a flash of pain at recalling her past. Before any of her friends could even react, Harry had reached forward to gently squeeze the Hufflepuff’s shoulder in reassurance. Susan felt her raging anger dissipate and her soul seeping hurt soften as she gazed into the boy’s emerald eyes. She fought hard to resist the almost natural urge to throw herself at him.

“I’m ok, Harry, really.” The grateful girl gave Harry a strained, but still glowing smile as she collected herself.

“Because of my aunt’s position, Aurors often drop by and occasionally they would teach me spells, tactics and dueling techniques and I share what I learned with my friends.” If there were others like them, maybe, just maybe, his idea for a private combat training club just might work.

“I have a thought and I’m wondering if you ladies might be interested.”

The girls looked on with interest, urging him to continue. The male veela smiled. ‘This just might work.’

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“Oo…Oo look at this, Lav!” Lavender Brown, blonde queen ditz extraordinaire, giggled as her friend twirled about, displaying the set of ridiculous clothing she was trying on for her friend.

“Oh, wait while I try this one.”

“Take your time Parv honey!” Lavender watched as her friend shot back into the change room with an armful of clothing. Sighing, she turned lazily to look out the window. This wasn’t how she thought she would be spending her free time every summer as enjoyable Parvati’s company was.

Seeing that both her friend and the attendant were busy, Lavender allowed her magic to stretch, flowing around her. As she allowed her senses to stretch further outward, her eyes shot up in shock. Peeling through the glass panels, she sensed a young man chatting with a small group of girls of various colors and hair colors of which her friend’s sister was included.

‘Oh, Harry...’ She was sure that it was Harry Potter even though the man looked nothing like the famed Boy-Who-Lived. Lavender swallowed hard as she saw one and then a second girl give the disguised hero a kiss on the cheek. The blonde turned around and sank into a nearby chair.

“Hey, Lav!” Puzzled by a lack of response, Parvati moved closer towards her friend.

“Lav, are you alright?”

“I’m feeling tired. I should go. Say ‘hello’ to your sister for me.” The Indian girl looked at her strangely but nodded as she kissed her best friend good bye. Lavender didn’t bother with formality as she headed straight for the floo, shrugging her friend off almost rudely. The blonde girl was too troubled by recent events to bother with frivolous affairs such as politeness. Besides she could always apologize later if needed but this couldn’t wait.

“Brown’s Residence.”

A stone faced Lavender Brown bounced out of the floo like a woman with a mission. The blonde cast a disdainful, cold look at her ‘parents,’ the figures who sat motionlessly on the couch in the living room, like inanimate dolls. But then, that was what they were, dolls used to fool the dumb human populace. The young girl turned her attention back towards the fireplace and proceeded to make the secret international firecall.

“Oui, Aconit Violet?”

“I have news.”

“Oh, that the target is yours?”

“Not exactly. But I saw him today and I sensed him. He is the one.”

The head in the fireplace looked away, as if she wasn’t in the least bit interested in this information.

“If I can win him…” The woman lost it.

“You fool! He’s already won by another.” The voice bellowed.

“What… but…”

“Indeed, how could have this happened? You are one of the pure ones. You, whose closest competition was a pathetic human witch, failed to not only in winning him, but also in preventing a miserable quarter blood, who was separated from her culture and heritage, from taking him! You are an absolute disgrace to everything we are and strive to be!”

The young girl dropped her head in shame, but the woman wasn’t done yet.

“You are being recalled, Lavender. Prepare for immediate extradition within the next 24 hours. A portkey will be sent to you as soon as it is cleared by the English Ministry of Magic. Despite your floundering, you are still one of the purebloods and one of the elites. Your service may yet be required.”

Lavender kept her head down until the head disappeared. But as soon as it did, the young girl slumped to the ground afterwards, feeling like an utter failure on the inside and looking like a right mess on the outside. It was a good five minutes before she managed to pull herself together and used a quick flash of her powers to clear up her mired face and reddened eyes.

The stoic teenager walked to the one magically shielded secret cabinet in the house. It contained a single object: A thin, flat faced six-inch long dagger, covered with a coat, featuring a sinister looking violet-purplish coloring . Lavender guessed that whatever her superior was planning, this demonic artifact would most likely be required. The blonde tossed the dagger into the air while flipping her skirt up to reveal a set of toned, lean, creamy thighs with a strange sheath strapped to one of them just below the pelvis. Then, catching the blade as it came down with the other hand, she slipped it into place before covering it with her skirt. A few concealment charms later and Lavender Brown was ready to go.

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Translation:

Percuro – to heal thoroughly
Amburo – to burn
Extermino – to set fire to
Excidibus Omnimodis Telum – Destroy/entirely/missile = Roughly a missile that destroys in every way.
Aconit/monachisme/tue-loup – Aconite/monkshrood/wolfsbane