There's No Place Like Hogwarts

Chapter Eight- Dorothy Gets Sirius

            Dorothy felt as if her world was a snow globe. Just when things would start to settle, she was shaken up again: her world in Boston, shaken into Kansas, shaken into Hogwarts and now shaken here, wherever this new place was.  What she knew for sure was that her carefree days at the wizarding school were over and, though she had her friends to help her, this new place was dangerous.

            Back in the room Harry, Ron and Hermione had shared for some of last summer, Dorothy listened as the other three explained what they could about the current situation, which wasn’t much. Members of the Order came and went from the house, but no one gave them any news for a couple days.

            Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were at the house, his job at the Ministry had become too dangerous and she was happy to cook and clean for the order, and Fred, George and Ginny were on their way. Dorothy spent her time learning whatever she could, mostly from Hermione, and exploring the old house. She knew it had belonged to dark wizards, but the Order had cleared out anything dangerous. Nonetheless, there were several rooms on the third floor still packed with all sorts of exciting wizard artifacts and she visited them frequently. She even found a dusty but beautiful pair of red sequined shoes and cleaned them. Mrs. Weasly said it was ‘quite alright’ if she kept them the only problem was, they didn’t fit.

            With a few attempts, Hermione managed to use the reducio and engorio charms to adjust the new shoes so they fit Dot perfectly. She also spent several long nights pouring through spell books, looking for charms to protect Dot, and casting those charms onto the pair of shoes. She used the “Impervius” spell to waterproof the shoes, “Quietus” to silence Dorothy’s footseteps, “Protego Duo” to protect Dot from physical and magical attacks and “Fianto Duri”. The last spell was usually used to create an impenetrable shield that would disintegrate an enemy trying to cross the threshold; used to protect a person, Hermione wasn’t sure what would happen. Dot loved her shoes and felt much safer knowing such a smart, young witch was protecting her. Plus, she was able to sneak up on anyone in her shoes and made good use of her newfound skill, spying on Molly and Arthur through a crack in the kitchen door one day.        

            Arthur’s thick build complimented Molly’s wide hips and her pendulous breasts swung in time with his thrusts as he took her from behind.  Dot touched her self while watching Ron’s mother bent over the counter, wondering if Ron would be as thick as his dad some day. Arthur was clearly close to cumming and it spurred Dot to rub her clit harder. Just then, the front door opened and Sirius Black stepped into the hallway. Immediately seeing the girl in sparkling red shoes, he put a finger to his lips, signaling her to be quiet and he began to grin. Sirius snuck slowly and quietly down the hall so Mr. and Mrs. Weasley wouldn’t hear him. Dorothy knew this was Harry’s godfather, but had never met him before. She lowered her dress and stood up to meet him, extending an embarrassed hand to shake his, not realizing hers was still sticky. Sirius grabbed her wrist and brought her hand to his mouth, gently licking it clean. Then he spun Dot around so his hips were pressed firmly against her ass and they could both see Molly and Arthur.  Arthur had already cum in Molly and she was rubbing his sperm all over her pussy, clearly determined to cum next.

            Sirius lifted Dorothy’s skirt and began to match Molly’s movements on the teen girl’s cunt. Dot felt him grow against her ass and she pressed herself back into him.  They watched as Molly’s full figure shook with pleasure and Dorothy felt the now familiar feeling crashing over her like a warm wave.  She came hard in Sirius’ strong arms before he released her body, situated his cock inconspicuously in his pants and walked into the kitchen. Arthur was already dressed and Molly was still lying on the floor recovering when Sirius walked in. He wished a pleasant ‘good day’ to Arthur, winked at Molly and began to make himself a sandwich.

            By the time Sirius finished his sandwich, Ron, Harry, Hermione and Dorothy had joined him and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had sheepishly left the room. Dot smiled at Sirius and he returned her gaze kindly, then began to speak matter-of-factly. He told them how Dumbledore had been deposed as headmaster, how he escaped with the help of Fawks. He told them that Dumbledore had discovered a great secret about Lord Voldemort, the key to defeating him. Then, he told them what a Horcrux was. It was all a lot to take in.

            “So You-Know-Who split his soul seven times and now we have to destroy each fragment individually?” asked Hermione exasperatedly.

            Sirius nodded, “I’m telling you four all of this because Dumbledore wants you to help hunt for the horcruxes. Well, one in particular. He said you are familiar with the story of Ephelba?”

            “Yeah.” Said Dorothy enthusiastically, happy to finally know something. “We learned about her recently.”

Sirius looked amused, “Well, what you didn’t learn is that she is very much alive and still serves the Dark Lord. Dumbledore heard of a dark witch in a castle fortress, from a band of Giants living in the Norwegian mountains. They say she rides a broomstick, is a potions master and has an army at her command.”

            “The Witch of the West,” murmured Ron.

            “Precisely,” agreed Sirius, “though I’ve never liked that name. For God’s sake, she lives in the North!” Dorothy giggled. “Anyway,” Sirius continued “the Order has reason to believe that the Witch of the We” he stopped himself just before finishing her name, “that Ephelba is in possession of one of the Dark Lord’s horcruxes. We don’t know what the object is that contains part of his soul, but whatever it is, she is guarding it.” He sighed deeply, suddenly seeming tired and old. “To be honest, the rest of the Order is already busy tailing known Death eaters, recruiting more members and searching for the other horcruxes. We wouldn’t ask this of you unless we absolutely had to, which we do, and Dumbledore thinks, well Dumbledore thinks that” Sirius was starting to ramble and Harry cut him off.

            “Dumbledore thinks we can help!”

            “Brilliant,” chimed Ron

            Sirius looked earnestly at them, “You wouldn’t be storming her castle or anything. Really, we want you to start by going to Oslo and learning as much as you can about the Norwegian Minister of Magic. He and Fudge may as well be in cahoots with You-Know-Who, the way they both ignore dark wizards living in their backyards. Be careful, this Norwegian Minister of Magic is supposed to be a formidable wizard. Some of his supporters even call him The Great and Power Wizard of Os,” but before he could finish saying the word Oslo, Alastor Moody came crashing through the kitchen door.