That's not Wizard Magic! Ch 8 (Patreon)

This chapter has a long lemon scene in the beginning, but because its a threesome with "Fleur and Gabrielle" I can only post it in the PDF version on this site. Or it will get flagged by the bots for sure. Sorry...

The full chapter is around 14k words and you can find the R-18 part in the PDF post right above this one. If you don't want to read the R-18 content, then the story picks up below.

Chapter 8.5:

– Harry –

…After an entire night of incredibly passionate, sweaty sex, I found myself comfortably cuddled up beneath the soft, luxurious sheets with Fleur and Gabrielle. Warm morning sunlight was gently peeking through the curtains, lighting up their beautiful platinum-blonde hair and flawless skin. Our bodies were tangled together, their soft curves pressed lovingly against me, and I couldn't imagine being anywhere else.

Gabrielle lay on my right side, her head resting sweetly on my chest. Her fingers lazily traced slow, comforting circles on my stomach. Fleur was pressed up against my left side, holding onto me as if I might disappear if she loosened her grip. Her fingertips moved gently across my chest, slowly stroking me and clearly telling me she didn't want me getting out of bed anytime soon.

Gabrielle looked up at me with big, playful eyes. "Harry," she said softly, giving me an adorable pout, "you're not thinking of leaving us already, are you? I'm not ready to let you go yet."

Fleur giggled quietly, leaning closer and kissing my shoulder. "Oui, Harry. We’re keeping you here with us a while longer."

I chuckled softly and wrapped my arms around them tighter, enjoying the closeness. "Believe me, ladies, I wasn't planning on going anywhere."

We enjoyed a peaceful moment, quietly savoring each other's warmth. Eventually Fleur looked up at me with curious, gentle eyes. "Harry," she began carefully, "Last night you showed us your wings and your amazing magic…but you didn't tell us before that you're not completely human. Why?"

Gabrielle nodded quickly, looking up at me with understanding eyes. "Yes, Harry. You can trust us with anything. We want to know everything about you."

I took a slow breath, feeling a little nervous, but their loving, encouraging looks helped me relax. "Honestly, I only learned about all this myself recently. Actually, it was the very same day I met the two of you."

Their eyes widened in surprise, encouraging me to continue.

"I actually have two mothers," I explained gently. "My human mother, Lily Potter, died protecting me when I was still just a baby. My other mother, Serafall, is a powerful devil. For most of my life, I had no idea I was half-devil. I didn't even know magic existed until recently."

Fleur and Gabrielle both softened their expressions, their hands squeezing me gently to show their support.

I sighed quietly and continued, feeling slightly embarrassed. "Part of me worried about how you'd feel about it, knowing I wasn't fully human. I was scared you might think differently about me."

Gabrielle immediately shook her head, her expression sweet and caring. "Harry, you didn't need to be nervous about that! We would never turn away from you just because you're different."

"That's right," Fleur agreed, gently touching my face with a loving smile. "Besides, Harry, we're not exactly human either."

I looked at them in surprise. Fleur smiled and leaned closer. "Gabrielle and I aren't quarter-Veela like everyone believes. Actually, we're fully Veela—just like our mother."

"Fully Veela? But…how?"

Gabrielle giggled softly, looking a little shy. "Veela are actually an all-female race, Harry. There aren't any male Veela at all. I imagine we’re a bit like Succubi in that regard… If they are even real," she added with a shrug.

I knew for a fact they are real, but let them continue.

Fleur nodded seriously. "We've always pretended to be only part-Veela because it's safer and easier. Wizards don't usually accept full non-human beings in their midst, so we keep our true nature hidden. The Veela community has no idea how long we can keep the ruse going, but its worked for the past hundred years at the very least. Even our own Papa thinks we are only a quarter Veela…" she seemed a bit sad to admit that.

Gabrielle added her mother Apolline loves their father but he only married her because he thought she was half-veela and not full.

I didn’t really think a relationship built on lies like that was a good idea, but I’m glad it happened because otherwise these two amazing french sisters wouldn't exist, cuddling up naked in this hotel bed with me.

I also felt warmth and understanding spread through my heart. I'd been worried they'd judge me, when in reality they'd dealt with the same kind of worries their whole lives. It made me feel even closer to them. Smiling warmly, I hugged them both tighter. "You're both amazing and beautiful, and nothing could ever change how much I care about you."

Fleur smiled brightly, looking relieved as she leaned forward and kissed me deeply. Her soft lips moved lovingly against mine, her tongue brushing mine gently before she finally pulled back.

Gabrielle immediately followed, leaning up and kissing me sweetly. Her gentle kiss felt full of love and warmth. She slowly pulled away, looking at me with shining eyes and a happy smile. "We've found the perfect man," Gabrielle sighed happily, resting her head back on my chest.

"Yes, and we're not letting him go," Fleur said softly, kissing my neck gently.

I felt warmth spreading through my body again, my cock twitching beneath the soft covers as the beautiful girls pressed even closer against me. Fleur’s smooth thigh gently rubbed against my leg, and Gabrielle sighed happily, her fingers tracing slow, teasing circles lower and lower down my stomach.

I groaned softly, unable to hide my excitement as their wandering hands finally found my rapidly hardening shaft beneath the sheets.

“Oh? It seems our Harry is already eager for more,” Fleur purred playfully, her eyes sparkling mischievously as she gently stroked her fingertips along my cock, teasing me.

Gabrielle giggled sweetly, her smaller, delicate hand slowly wrapping around me and squeezing lightly, sending waves of pleasure racing through my body. “Well, can you blame him? Last night was simply amazing—of course he’d want more…”

Just as Fleur moved lower, clearly intent on sliding beneath the sheets to continue our intimate morning, a sudden bright glow lit up the room, making us all jump.

“What the—?” Fleur gasped, pulling back slightly in surprise.

In the middle of the floor at the foot of our bed, a shimmering blue circle appeared. Before we could react further, Lyra suddenly popped into existence right there, dressed in her usual provocative maid uniform that barely contained her stunning curves. Her deep sapphire eyes swept hungrily over my naked body, lingering shamelessly on my obvious arousal beneath the sheets, before narrowing in annoyance at the two equally nude Veela sisters pressed intimately against me.

Lyra crossed her arms beneath her generous breasts, pushing them up enticingly as she pouted dramatically at me. “Young Master, I’m so very jealous right now,” she whined petulantly. “You left Lyna and me behind last night while you ran off to enjoy these two!”

Gabrielle blushed brightly at being caught in such a compromising situation but didn't let go of me, instead holding my cock protectively in her grip, her cheeks red as she shot Lyra an embarrassed yet defiant look. Fleur openly glared at Lyra, clearly unhappy about the interruption, even as her hand stayed possessively wrapped around my shaft.

I sighed, a little disappointed we’d been interrupted when things were just getting good again. But my attention quickly shifted as I noticed something rather odd: Lyra was clutching a strange-looking little creature by its skinny neck, holding it casually as if it were a misbehaving kitten.

“Lyra, why are you strangling a house elf?” I asked curiously, frowning slightly as the small creature struggled weakly in her grip.

Lyra blinked in confusion, glancing down as if she’d completely forgotten she was holding the elf. “Oh, right!” She shrugged lightly and simply dropped the poor creature onto the carpet. “This annoying thing was snooping around the hotel, trying to steal your mail, Master Harry. I caught him, of course.”

The elf coughed and rubbed its neck, glancing up at me with large, watery eyes. He wore a ragged pillowcase for clothing, his long ears drooping pathetically. “T-that’s not true, great Harry Potter sir!” he squeaked desperately, his voice high-pitched and shaking. “Dobby would never steal from Harry Potter! Dobby only wants to help, sir!”

I raised an eyebrow, utterly confused at whatever was going on. “Wait, who exactly are you? What do you mean, you’re trying to help?”

“Dobby is Dobby, sir! Dobby is a house elf, and he is here to warn the great Harry Potter! Harry Potter must not go to Hogwarts this year, sir! Terrible, dangerous things await him there!” The elf looked terrified as he stared at me pleadingly.

I stared down at the strange little elf named Dobby, feeling utterly confused and more than a bit irritated at the unexpected interruption. Fleur and Gabrielle, though clearly annoyed at the disruption as well, kept their soft hands possessively wrapped around my still-hard cock beneath the sheets. 

It was an odd situation, to say the least.

“Hold on,” I said carefully, narrowing my eyes at the trembling elf on the floor. “Why are you even talking about Hogwarts? I haven't publicly announced that I'm going to attend yet. How did you know?”

Dobby nervously shuffled his oversized feet, his enormous eyes watery and apologetic as he looked up at me. "B-because of the Daily Prophet, great Harry Potter sir! It came out this morning with an article about Harry Potter finally attending Hogwarts! Dobby read it and knew he must warn you!"

I frowned deeply. Someone must have leaked that information. I hadn’t exactly hidden my plans but it wasn't supposed to be common knowledge just yet.

Lyra stepped forward aggressively, her deep blue eyes blazing with suspicion. "If you know something dangerous, little elf, you'd better tell Master Harry right this instant," she demanded harshly, sparks of vivid blue magic crackling menacingly around her fingertips.

Dobby whimpered pitifully, shaking his head as tears streamed down his cheeks. "No, Dobby cannot! Dobby is forbidden! Dobby's master said Dobby must not tell, not anyone!"

Lyra’s eyes narrowed dangerously, her voice turning colder. "I don't really care what your master said—”

"Wait!" Gabrielle interrupted suddenly, her voice gentle but firm. She shot Lyra a chastising look before explaining kindly, "House elves are magically bound to obey their masters. It's not Dobby's fault—he physically can't disobey direct orders. Clearly, whoever owns him is the one plotting against Harry."

Fleur scowled unhappily, her fingers tightening around my cock protectively as she leaned closer to me. "This isn't good news, Harry. Remember, Hogwarts is hosting the Triwizard Tournament this year. It could be dangerous if someone is plotting something against you."

I sighed, knowing Fleur was right but still annoyed at the lack of useful information. Turning back to the trembling elf, I tried a different approach. "Okay Dobby, maybe you can't tell us exactly what's going to happen—but can you at least tell us who your master is?"

Dobby’s eyes grew even wider in panic, and before I could react he started violently banging his head against the nearby bedside table.

"Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby! Mustn't betray Master's secrets!"

"Hey! Stop that!" I shouted quickly, alarmed. Fleur and Gabrielle gasped in surprise, their grips on me momentarily loosening as they stared at the elf’s bizarre self-punishment.

Lyra rolled her eyes, clearly fed up with this nonsense, and with a flick of her hand magically restrained Dobby from hurting himself further. The little elf whimpered softly, still trying uselessly to struggle.

I felt genuine pity for the poor creature. He clearly wasn’t completely right in the head, but his warning did seem sincere, if vague. "Listen, Dobby. I appreciate that you tried to warn me. But seriously—why did you try to steal my mail earlier? Did you really think that would stop me from going to Hogwarts?"

Dobby sniffled sadly, looking miserable. "Dobby thought… Dobby hoped… If Harry Potter believed his friends had forgotten him, Harry Potter might decide not to go to school there…"

I shook my head slightly, feeling even sorrier for the confused little elf. He meant well, even if he was terribly misguided. "Look, Dobby," I said softly, giving him a gentle smile, "thanks for trying to help. Even though you can't tell me exactly what's going on, I still appreciate the warning."

Dobby’s giant eyes filled with wonder and disbelief, his mouth hanging open comically. "Great Harry Potter… thanks Dobby? N-no wizard has ever thanked Dobby before!"

I shrugged awkwardly, unsure how to respond to his awe. "Well, I guess there's a first time for everything."

The elf's whole body seemed to vibrate with emotion as he clenched his tiny fists determinedly. "The great Harry Potter is truly kind and magnificent! Dobby will protect Harry Potter no matter what!" he declared with passionate conviction.

Before anyone could say another word, Dobby vanished suddenly with a loud crack, teleporting away before Lyra could react to stop him. Lyra stared blankly at the now-empty spot, her mouth open slightly in surprise before she huffed irritably, clearly annoyed at being outsmarted by a house elf. "Dammit," she muttered in frustration, turning her attention back to me. "Little bugger got away." She gave me a sulky pout before reluctantly flicking her wrist. A folded letter suddenly flew across the room, landing neatly on the sheets in front of me. "Here, Master Harry. The mail that strange elf was trying to intercept," Lyra said, trying to regain her composure. "It's from Miss Hermione."

I glanced at the letter curiously before suddenly remembering the very pleasant distractions lying pressed warmly against me. Fleur and Gabrielle were still cuddled up close on either side, their hands lightly grasping my shaft beneath the sheets, causing my cock to twitch again eagerly.

"You should probably read your letter," Fleur murmured softly into my ear, though her seductive voice suggested reading the letter was the last thing she truly cared about.

Gabrielle giggled sweetly, giving my cock a gentle squeeze that sent pleasure racing up my spine. "Oui, but perhaps we can continue taking care of Harry while he reads it? He seems rather excited again…"

Lyra scowled jealously, crossing her arms beneath her impressive breasts, though I noticed her gaze lingering hungrily on my aroused form. "Lucky witches…" she muttered enviously.

I chuckled, opening the letter with one hand while thoroughly enjoying the soft caresses from Fleur and Gabrielle beneath the sheets. 

After all, there was no reason I couldn't multitask…

…

Hermione’s letter was exactly as expected—long, detailed, and brimming with her unmistakable concern. As I scanned the neat, tidy handwriting, I couldn't help smiling softly at her obvious worry. 

She wrote that she'd managed to escape safely after the chaos following the World Cup, joining up with some of her school friends before eventually meeting back with the Weasley family. They'd all apparated away safely and she was currently back home. Hermione urged me to send word immediately, letting her know that I was alright. I couldn't help but feel warmth at her genuine worry, deciding that perhaps visiting her in person later would be better than a simple letter.

After spending a few more blissful, lazy hours in bed with Fleur and Gabrielle–where I told Lyra to leave when she wanted to stick around and watch—I reluctantly got dressed and ready to go. Before I left, both sisters wrapped their arms around me warmly, pressing soft, lingering kisses to each of my cheeks.

"Take care of yourself, Harry," Fleur murmured sweetly, stroking my face gently. "We'll miss you terribly until school starts."

Gabrielle hugged me tightly, her body pressing intimately against mine as she sighed softly against my neck. "Write to us often, oui? I'll be counting the days until I can be by your side again."

I smiled warmly at them both, savoring their affectionate embraces. "Don't worry, I'll write whenever I can. And I'll see you both at Hogwarts soon."

Gabrielle’s cheeks flushed slightly, and she glanced shyly up at me, biting her lip softly. "Actually, Harry… I've been thinking about permanently transferring to Hogwarts after this year. That way, I could always be close to you."

Her shy confession sent a delighted thrill through me. Fleur chuckled softly, clearly approving of her sister's idea. I cupped Gabrielle's lovely face in my hands, pressing a tender kiss to her lips. "I'd like that very much."

…I found myself wandering through Diagon Alley a little while later, deciding not to return to the Underworld immediately. Instead, I pulled on a simple black hat and a pair of sunglasses to conceal my identity. 

The last thing I needed was another celebration—riot—of wizards practically worshipping the ground I walked on.

The alley was lively as ever, filled with wizards and witches eagerly going about their business. The cobblestone street was lined with brightly decorated shop windows displaying strange and wonderful magical items. Delicious smells drifted through the air from various restaurants, making my stomach rumble slightly, even though I’d had a nice breakfast at the hotel earlier.

With Hermione's letter in mind, I thought it might be nice to bring her a small gift when I visited. I wandered leisurely from shop to shop, searching for anything that caught my eye. Flourish and Blotts was packed with eager students grabbing their textbooks last minute, so I quickly passed it by—I'd already picked up all my required reading materials.

However, I realized with a slight frown that I'd yet to acquire any potions supplies or equipment for Herbology and Astronomy. Deciding it best to get that out of the way first, I stepped into the apothecary, the strong scent of herbs and potions ingredients immediately filling my nostrils. The shelves were stacked high with jars containing everything from manticore eyes to unicorn horns. 

Things I would have only considered fantasy not long ago.

I quickly gathered up the basics listed in my acceptance letter, along with a few extras Hermione had recommended for advanced potion-making since I had a lot of extra learning to catch up on. The elderly shopkeeper gave me a curious look over his spectacles, clearly wondering who I was beneath my disguise. Thankfully, he didn't pry, and soon enough, I was back out on the crowded street again. All my supplies tucked in a pocket space spell that Sona had taught me.

Next was Astronomy supplies. I entered a small, cozy shop labeled “Starry Night Supplies” that was noticeably less crowded than most places. Inside, shelves were lined with gleaming brass telescopes, star charts, and glittering astrolabes. The ceiling above mimicked the night sky, shimmering softly with magical stars and constellations slowly shifting positions. It was mesmerizing.

A kind young witch with curly brown hair greeted me warmly. "Welcome! Shopping for Hogwarts, are you?" She smiled cheerfully, not recognizing me beneath the hat and sunglasses.

I nodded, smiling back politely. "Yes, I'm looking for a telescope suitable for my classes."

She eagerly led me to several different options, enthusiastically explaining the differences between models. Eventually, I chose a sleek brass telescope engraved with tiny constellations. 

Satisfied, I left the shop feeling pleased at how easy this shopping trip was going, enjoying the friendly anonymity my disguise provided.

I stopped suddenly, my ears catching an angry female voice ringing out clearly from a narrow, shadowed alley branching off Diagon Alley.

“FUCK OFF, MALFOY! I’M NOT INTERESTED!”

I hesitated for a moment, looking towards the source of the shout. It would've been simple to just keep walking, mind my own business, and ignore whatever mess someone else had gotten themselves into. But the raw frustration in the girl's voice resonated with me, tugging at something deep inside.

Besides, I'd never been good at turning a blind eye to bullies or arrogant pricks harassing women. With a small sigh, I adjusted my hat and sunglasses, then strode purposely towards the alley, prepared to intervene if necessary.

The narrow path quickly led me around a corner, revealing the source of the commotion. 

Three young women were cornered against the rough brick wall, confronted by three sneering young men—one clearly the leader, with slick blond hair and an expensive, custom-tailored set of robes. Two larger, brutish-looking thugs stood just behind him, obviously acting as muscle. All of them appeared around my own age, somewhere around nineteen or twenty.

The blond prat was currently focused entirely on the girl standing defiantly in the middle—a cute brunette with wildly messy brown hair that framed a rather lovely face. Her sky-blue eyes glared daggers at the arrogant young man through her round glasses. Even beneath her loose sweater and jeans, it was clear she had an enticingly curvy figure, soft in all the right places. 

It was obvious why she was the one getting harassed, not that her friends weren’t cute either. Just not on this girl's level.

At least her two friends stood protectively at her sides, fists clenched and anger radiating off them.

"Come on, McKinnon," the blond snob drawled smugly, taking a step closer to the brunette as his eyes leered appreciatively at her curves. "We're both purebloods from powerful, ancient families. Stop wasting your time with these pathetic mudblood-loving whores and accept my offer. After all, you wouldn't want to end up like your dear old grandparents, would you?" The threat in his voice was clear.

His two oafish cronies snickered stupidly behind him, their beady eyes roaming shamelessly over the girls’ bodies. 

The cute brunette—McKinnon, apparently—lifted her chin defiantly, refusing to be intimidated. "Fuck off, Malfoy! I'd rather hex my own tits off than spend even five seconds alone with Death Eater spawn like you. For all I know, it was probably your evil father that murdered my grandparents!"

Malfoy laughed coldly, clearly unbothered by her outburst. "Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't. But let’s face reality—they chose the losing side. And the way things are going to change at Hogwarts this year, you'll want to ensure you're on the right side, sweet little Jasmine. I might not be so generous later with my next offer…"

I'd heard enough.

"Funny," I drawled loudly, stepping smoothly into view and interrupting Malfoy's pathetic attempt at intimidation. "From where I'm standing, the only one on the wrong side here is you, blondie."

All six heads snapped around instantly, eyes widening as they registered my sudden appearance. Malfoy scowled arrogantly, clearly irritated by the interruption. His eyes narrowed disdainfully at me, running judgmentally over my simple disguise, clearly dismissing me as someone unimportant. "And just who the hell are you supposed to be?" he sneered contemptuously. "Can't you see we're busy here? Fuck off, filthy mudlood!"

…

"Why don't you make me fuck off, weasel face?" I shot back, chuckling lightly at his furious expression.

Malfoy's pale face twisted into an ugly sneer, and his eyes flashed dangerously. Beside him, the two hulking goons cracked their knuckles, attempting—and failing—to look intimidating. Their sheer size was laughable compared to the devils I'd trained with back home when I wasn’t practicing with Sona. 

These guys were just big, dumb humans.

"You insolent little prick!" Malfoy hissed venomously, whipping out his wand. "Do you even know who my father is, mudblood? I'll have him destroy you for daring to insult a true pureblood heir like myself!"

I laughed openly at his pathetic threat, tilting my hat mockingly. "And how exactly are you gonna do that when you don't even know who I am?"

Malfoy's pale cheeks flushed an ugly red. "Then I'll fucking find out after I teach you your place!" He snapped his wand forward furiously, shouting out an incantation, "Furnunculus!"

A streak of bright red magic hurtled towards me, sizzling through the air.

I pulled out my fake wand, casually flicking it upwards just as the spell nearly reached me. Using my imagination powers, I reflected the spell, redirecting it at the giant oaf standing to Malfoy's right.

The big guy didn't even have time to blink. The spell hit him squarely in the chest, instantly dropping him to the ground as he howled in agony. Disgusting boils erupted violently all over his body, bubbling up rapidly and oozing unpleasantly.

I let out a low whistle, genuinely impressed. 

Damn, wizard magic could be disturbingly creative. 

My mother Serafall usually just froze people solid when she got angry, and Sona and I preferred blasting enemies with razor-sharp torrents of pressurized water. 

But festering and popping painful boils? Wizards definitely had some nasty imaginations… I could honestly respect that.

"Crabbe!" Malfoy shouted in shock, staring in horror at his friend writhing painfully on the ground. Rage took over his features again as he jabbed his wand violently towards me. "Goyle, get him! You'll pay dearly for that, you bastard!" he shouted at me, gripping his wand but not using magic again.

Goyle charged at me with all the finesse of a rampaging troll. His huge arms opened wide, clearly attempting to tackle me into submission. 

I almost laughed aloud at the absurdity of it.

Rather than waste magic on this guy, I decided to show off a little of my devil-enhanced strength. With a bored expression, I raised one hand calmly, effortlessly stopping his charge dead in its tracks by catching his shoulder. He gaped at me in confusion, sweat dripping down his round face as he pushed uselessly against my unyielding grip.

"What kind of wizard tries to tackle someone…?" I sighed mockingly.

Before he could respond, I tightened my grip and easily flipped his heavy frame upward, his massive body spinning briefly in midair before slamming brutally onto the ground with a loud crash. The impact sent dust flying around us, and he groaned loudly before falling limp, clearly knocked out cold.

The alley fell silent for a brief moment as everyone gaped at me in shocked disbelief. The three girls pressed against the wall stared, open-mouthed, eyes wide with awe.

"Holy shit," whispered the girl standing to McKinnon's left, she had pretty dark skin, obviously of Indian descent. "This guy's a total badass!"

"Dibs," immediately whispered the other friend, a brunette with a playful smirk.

"You can't just call dibs every time, Lavender, you absolute slut!" snapped the first girl with a mock-annoyed glare.

Lavender tossed her shiny dark hair back, giving Parvati a teasing wink. "I absolutely can, Parvarti! And I just did! He's gonna be mine! That’s what dibs means…"

Jasmine McKinnon groaned softly between them, her face flushed with embarrassment. "Will you two knock it off already?" she hissed. "Malfoy looks seriously pissed now!"

She was right. Malfoy looked ready to explode. His face was nearly purple with rage, and his wand hand trembled uncontrollably as he aimed it directly at my chest. I could sense desperation rolling off him in waves. "You… you'll regret this humiliation, mudblood!" he spat furiously, voice shaking with rage. "You don't even know the depths of trouble you're in now! Crucio!”

I narrowed my eyes, watching carefully as Malfoy's wand flashed with that same sickly yellow curse I'd seen last night. It was one of those unforgivable spells—the same one the Death Eaters had tried and failed to ambush me and the girls with last night. 

I was caught off guard then, forced to dodge. But this time, I was ready.

"Get out of the way!" Jasmine shouted desperately, her eyes wide with fear. "That spell can't be blocked!"

"Move!" Lavender screamed urgently beside her, panic clear in her voice.

But I ignored their warnings, standing my ground. A part of me wanted to see if my imagination-based demonic magic was powerful enough to stop even something like this. 

Time to find out. And yes I knew this was stupid and mom and Sona would both scold me if they found out. Which they would because I’m sure Lyra or Lyna—or both—were definitely stalking me and watching all this right now.

With absolute focus, I raised my fake wand, funneling all my concentration and willpower into the tip. The unforgivable spell raced towards me, crackling with violent energy as if desperate to cause pain.

To everyone's shock the curse suddenly froze just inches from the tip of my wand. It hovered there, trembling with dark magic, completely trapped by my sheer force of will. I grit my teeth, feeling sweat trickle down my forehead from the sheer mental effort of channeling my imagination powers into stopping such a dark spell. My muscles tensed, every nerve on edge, but I held steady, refusing to budge.

I could understand why wizards and witches couldn’t block this spell. It was taking A LOT of power even for a Mid Class devil like me.

Malfoy's jaw dropped open, eyes bulging with disbelief. "What… how is that possible?" he stammered weakly, all arrogance draining from his face.

Jasmine and her friends gasped sharply, eyes wide in stunned amazement. I knew I had to act quickly before my control wavered. I could already feel the strain starting to get to me.

"Here," I growled darkly, my voice cold as mum’s ice magic. "I think this belongs to you!" With a powerful mental shove, I hurled the cruciatus curse straight back at Malfoy. It happened so fast, he didn't even have a chance to move out of the way. 

The spell slammed into him full force, enveloping him in that same awful, sickly yellow glow.

Malfoy instantly collapsed, screaming in absolute agony as his body writhed uncontrollably on the dirty alley floor. The scream was blood-curdling, raw, and filled with the worst pain imaginable. It echoed off the walls, chilling even me. 

The girls shrank back slightly, pressing closer to each other as they watched Malfoy thrash violently on the ground.

Thankfully, since I hadn't cast the spell directly myself, the torture didn't last long—only a few horrifying seconds.

But apparently, even a couple of seconds was more than enough. Malfoy's screams abruptly cut off as his body went limp, twitching slightly. I grimaced slightly, noticing with mild disgust that he'd pissed himself, the stain rapidly spreading across the expensive looking fabric of his robes.

Silence filled the alley for a tense moment as everyone stared in stunned disbelief. I let out a slow breath. I had to admit, even I wasn't completely sure I'd been able to pull that off, but I'd done it.

"Holy shit," Jasmine breathed softly, breaking the stunned silence. Her bright blue eyes stared at me, both fearful and amazed. "You… you just did the impossible… you stopped an Unforgivable Curse."

Lavender stood frozen in shock for several seconds, eyes round with awe, before she finally spoke in a breathless whisper. "Oh…my…god. I am officially calling double dibs now!" Her cheeks flushed deeply. "That was literally the sexiest, most incredible thing I've ever witnessed. My panties are completely soaked!"

Parvati gave Lavender a scandalized glare, elbowing her sharply. "Lavender! Seriously? That’s what you’re going with in this situation!"

Lavender merely grinned shamelessly, shrugging as if she didn't have a care in the world. "Hey, can you blame me? Did you see how badass and hot that was?"

I couldn't help but chuckle softly at their playful bickering, shaking my head slightly as I walked slowly toward the three of them. I tucked away my fake wand, making it clear I wasn't any threat. 

The girls relaxed visibly as I approached, looking up at me with wide, appreciative eyes.

Stopping right in front of Jasmine, I offered a gentle smile. "Are you ladies alright?" I asked quietly, genuinely concerned. "Sorry you had to see something like that—I hope I didn't scare you."

Jasmine immediately shook her head, stepping closer. Her lovely cheeks were bright pink, eyes locked onto mine with clear gratitude and attraction. "No, not at all," she said quickly. "That was... absolutely incredible. But—who are you, really? I've never seen anyone do anything like that before," she asked gently.

I figured there wasn't any harm in revealing myself—especially after what they'd just witnessed. Smiling gently, I slowly reached up and slipped off my sunglasses, letting them clearly see my handsome face.

All three girls gasped loudly in shock, their eyes widening dramatically as recognition instantly flashed across their faces.

"Holy shit," Lavender breathed, looking absolutely stunned. "You’re—you're Harry Potter!"

"Impossible!" Parvati squeaked, covering her mouth in surprise. Her gaze darted frantically over my features, clearly searching for evidence to confirm what she was seeing.

But Jasmine McKinnon looked utterly speechless. Her eyes went impossibly wide behind her cute round glasses, lips parting even more in disbelief. "Is... is it really you?" she whispered softly, stepping closer without even seeming to realize it. "Are you really Harry Potter?"

"...Something like that," I replied vaguely. "I just couldn't stand by and watch a cute girl and her friends being harassed." Realizing it was probably best I didn’t linger too much longer, I smiled warmly at the trio. "It was really lovely meeting you three, but you should probably avoid creepy dark alleys from now on. Unfortunately, I won't always be around to rescue you from assholes like Malfoy."

Then, without thinking much about it, I reached out and gently took Jasmine’s small, soft hand in mine. Her eyes widened adorably as I brought it up to my lips and placed a slow, tender kiss on the back of her delicate skin. Her warm hand trembled slightly in mine, her breathing hitching softly.

As I lifted my gaze again, Jasmine stared at me in stunned silence, her face now an even brighter shade of crimson. “Y—You just—” she seemed too embarrassed to say anything.

With one last gentle squeeze of Jasmine's warm hand, I slowly released her. "Take care, Jasmine," I said softly, savoring the cute little gasp that escaped her lips.

Then I smoothly slipped my sunglasses back on, adjusted my hat, and casually turned to walk away—stepping over the three unconscious guys—leaving the three lovely girls staring after me in astonished silence.

I still needed to get a gift for Hermione. This would probably be the last time I would meet up with Hermione before we were off to Hogwarts.

– Jasmine McKinnon-Potter –

A bit later…

Jasmine sat quietly on one of the worn wooden benches in the peaceful muggle park, her fingers nervously twisting together as her heart continued to pound wildly in her chest. Her two closest friends, Lavender and Parvati, sat beside her, both girls still buzzing excitedly from the incredible events earlier in the alleyway.

Lavender giggled loudly, leaning back casually and flashing a teasing grin at Jasmine. "Oh my god, Jazz, I still can't believe your secret half-brother just swooped in out of nowhere, totally kicked Malfoy's pompous ass, and then kissed your hand like some dashing prince from a romance novel!"

Parvati covered her mouth, giggling as she joined Lavender’s teasing. "Seriously! Talk about a plot twist! You must've felt like you were living in a fairytale!"

Jasmine blushed furiously, her cheeks burning bright red as she desperately tried to ignore the lingering warmth that still tingled pleasantly across the back of her hand. She shot Lavender an embarrassed glare. "Stop it! It’s not funny! And Harry clearly has no idea who I really am! If he knew, he never would've... k-kissed my hand like that," she stammered shyly, her cheeks growing even hotter as she remembered the way Harry’s soft, warm lips had gently brushed against her skin.

Lavender rolled her eyes playfully, smirking mischievously at Jasmine’s embarrassment. "Oh please! He seemed pretty into you, Jazz. Secret brother or not, he was obviously checking you out. Besides," she added with a dramatic sigh, "I called dibs already, remember? So no stealing him from me!"

Parvati nudged Lavender sharply, grinning at Jasmine. "Don't mind her, Jazz. Lav's just jealous because Harry clearly only had eyes for you back there."

Lavender gasped dramatically, clutching her chest in mock-offense. "How dare you, Parv! I claimed dibs fair and square!"

Jasmine groaned softly, hiding her bright red face in her hands. Her friends were impossible, but she adored them anyway. "Can you two please stop teasing me? This is already awkward enough as it is."

But as embarrassed as Jasmine felt, she couldn't deny the fluttering feeling deep in her belly whenever she thought about Harry. 

She bit her lip shyly, her pulse quickening again as she secretly admitted to herself just how incredibly attractive he was—those mesmerizing eyes, strong jawline, and muscular build beneath his simple disguise. Lavender might be shamelessly honest about it, but Jasmine would never openly confess how damp her panties had gotten watching Harry’s incredible display of power and dominance against Malfoy and his goons Crabbe and Goyle.

He’d been her hero today, rescuing her like something out of a fairytale—an impossibly sexy hero, at that.

But the reality of her complicated connection with Harry quickly sobered Jasmine’s dreamy thoughts. 

Her mother, Marlene McKinnon, had once been best friends with Lily Potter, Harry’s human mother, back during their Hogwarts years. A night of drunken mistakes and poor choices had led James Potter—Lily's husband—to have a brief affair with Marlene, resulting in Jasmine’s unexpected birth.

That painful betrayal had utterly destroyed Lily and Marlene's friendship, though ironically, it ended up saving Jasmine and her mother's lives. Marlene had fled to a remote, hidden location with baby Jasmine during the First Wizarding War. 

Jasmine knew she'd probably owe her entire life to that difficult decision, as shortly after, the McKinnon family estate had been brutally attacked and destroyed by Death Eaters, killing Jasmine’s grandparents in the process.

Growing up, Jasmine had always believed she and her mother were the last surviving members of their broken family, especially since everyone thought Harry Potter—the famed Boy-Who-Lived—had died defeating Voldemort as a baby. Her entire world flipped upside down mere weeks ago when the shocking news had spread across the wizarding world like wildfire, revealing that Harry Potter was actually alive!

And now she'd finally met him in the most unexpected way possible, with Harry swooping in heroically and rescuing her from Malfoy’s harassment. Jasmine knew she'd have to tell Harry the truth about their complicated relationship eventually, but right now, the very thought made her cheeks flame even hotter!

Lavender leaned forward eagerly, eyes sparkling with curiosity. "So what are you gonna do now, Jazz? I mean, Hogwarts starts soon, and Harry's gonna be there too according to the Daily Prophet!”

Parvati nodded encouragingly. "Yeah, you should probably tell him sooner rather than later, right…?"

Jasmine groaned softly, dropping her face into her hands again as her stomach churned anxiously. "I know, I know," she muttered miserably. "I'll obviously have to have a talk with Harry at Hogwarts… and make sure he understands the appropriate way he should behave around me—his sister. He can't just go around doing things like kissing my hand!"

Lavender smirked wickedly, elbowing Jasmine playfully in the ribs. "Oh please, Jazz. Don't even pretend you didn't love every single second of it."

"Stop it!" Jasmine hissed, trying unsuccessfully to hide her flustered smile. "I'm serious! He's my half-brother—it's just not right!"

Parvati giggled knowingly, leaning closer. "Right or not, you're definitely attracted to him, Jazz. Admit it!"

"I am not!" Jasmine protested, blushing furiously again.

Lavender scoffed dramatically. "Liar! I saw how you looked at him. And considering how wet my panties got watching him kick Malfoy's ass, I guarantee yours were even worse!"

"Ugh!" Jasmine buried her burning face in her palms, trying not to smile despite herself. "You two are the absolute worst!"

Her friends merely laughed louder, enjoying her embarrassment far too much.

As their laughter subsided, Jasmine let out a soft sigh, finally admitting the truth quietly. "Fine, maybe I thought he was attractive. Okay, really attractive. But nothing can ever happen between us—he's my half-brother! Besides, I'm sure Harry has more than enough girls throwing themselves at him already."

Lavender giggled again, tossing her hair back confidently. "Well, he'll soon find out that none of them are nearly as interesting as us! Especially me, of course!"

Parvati rolled her eyes playfully. "Seriously, Lav, you're absolutely shameless."

"Thank you!" Lavender replied cheerfully, clearly proud of herself.

Jasmine smiled softly, shaking her head fondly at her best friends' antics.

…

…Unknown to the three witches, an emaciated black dog was hiding nearby in a bush, listening in on the entire conversation. Sirius Black’s tail was wagging, happy that his secret god daughter was doing well after all these years, but at the same time, his paws were covering his doggy ears as he tried to not listen in to the three girls all gossiping about how sexy Harry Potter was…

At least now that he was sure “both of James’ kids” were doing alright, he could focus entirely on tracking down the rat!

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