Saving Her Last Cub

By The Acromantula

Chapter 1

The second Voldemort War ended on May 2nd 1998 at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. On May Third, the dead were gathered by loved ones and a mass memorial service was held on the school grounds. Interim Minister for Magic Kingsley Shacklebolt and other ministry officials gave short speeches on the importance or remembering and honoring the fallen. Kingsley spoke about the renewal of hope for the future. He had hoped that any member of the golden trio would want to address the assembled crowd. He really wanted Harry Potter to speak but he knew that it was asking way too much.

He wanted to find out exactly what led to Voldemort's downfall. There was only one person living that could give him the full story. He really didn't want to haul the most popular man's scrawny ass in for questioning but if anyone needed to know those answers Kingsley thought it best that is was him. He didn't want to follow in the footsteps of his predecessors. After the memorial service ended, Kingsley tried to find Harry, Ron or Hermione. The Golden Trio was not amongst the crowd. He did see a familiar face was that of his former Transfiguration professor and the acting Headmistress Minerva McGonagall.

"Minerva, it's good to see you putting on such a strong face." Kingsley said with a warm smile.

"It's a clever variation on a glamour charm Filius invented a few years ago. Honestly, Kingsley, I've never felt so empty alone or numb in my life. I'd show you my real face but the stare from a thousand year old basilisk would be easier on your kind heart." Minerva said without a hint of emotion.

"Our society has weathered storms just like this before and we have come back from the brink of despair each time. Major societal shift is needed if we ever want to change this history of violent uprisings ever quarter century. It's just hard to see our children fighting to fix the problems that we adults could not fix." Kingsley stopped to collect his thoughts. "On another matter, has anybody caught a glimpse of our three young heroes?"

"I last saw Mr. Weasley with the rest of the Weasley clan just before the memorial service. They let me know that they were going to hold a private service for Fred in one week's time. I am not sure where Miss Granger is. I haven't seen her since she, Harry and Ron arrived yesterday evening. Kingsley, I'm not sure I am strong enough to make it through the coming week. Too many of my former students are now dead. I don't think I will be able to make it if I have to go to any funerals. This memorial service is the only thing I can stomach without becoming a weeping inconsolable mess." Minerva said. The anxiety was palpable between the two old friends.

"You will carry on as always Minnie. The Old McGonagall Battle Axe always lives to swing another day." Kingsley said holding back a smirk.

"Don't you think for a second that I won't haul you into detention and dock you one hundred and fifty points just because you are the minister for magic and a Hogwarts graduate. There is only one person alive who could ever give me such cheek and not face any consequences." She said trying to hold back her mild anger. Yet amidst her temper, a small smile sneaked on to her face.

"And where is young Master Potter? I am tempted to issue an arrest order to hall him in for questioning. However that tactic is something that Foolish Fudge would have done. I would like to hear his story, the uncensored raw version of how he took down Moldyshorts." Kingsley said jovially.

"You boys and your war stories, I swear it's just another version of a good old fashioned measurement contest. It's a good thing that nobody can here the head of the magical government speak with such an uncouth gob. I am curious as how you knew that I was speaking about Potter?" pawed Minerva curiously.

"It's no secret amongst the order that you always tried to fight on Harry's behalf. You always uttered that they were the worst sort of muggles that I have ever seen. They truly were but Albus swore that the Dursley residence was the best place for Potter to reside. I remember how close you were to his parents. You were the second one to hold him right after Lily. The healers had a problem trying to wake up James after he fainted. A simple Rennervate wasn't strong enough that the healers had to resort to using muggle smelling salts." Kingsley said with a smile. Minerva was surprised with Kingsley's knowledge. Not many people knew how close she was to James and Lily. Luckily, Flitwick's glamour hid her surprised look.

"The last time I saw Mr. Potter, it was just after the battle had ended. He was walking towards Albus's tomb. If Harry and a reanimated corpse were in a beauty pageant, I would place my money on the corpse to win. He looked that horrific. I would hazard a guess that he is either sleeping up in Gryffindor tower or collapsed in the hospital. Poppy and I have been meaning to erect a plaque over the bed he seems to unfortunately frequent." She said with the smallest of smiles.

"Well I ask you to let him know that I would like to have that meeting with him. He would be meeting with not just me but representatives from both the departments of Mysteries and Magical Law Enforcement. If he is worried about revealing his story, tell him that I will classify his story as a state secret of the highest level. However, I have a feeling that Harry will want to get this story off of his conscious quickly. The burden he must carry would cripple any other man. I was married to a man who shared Harry's personality and quiet persona. He might just keep it bottled up until he explodes. The question then becomes if we can put Harry back together again. We weren't able with Keith. He is still a resident of the Janus Thickey Ward at St. Mungo's after his magic imploded." Kingsley said sadly.

"Keith will always be a part of you, Minister. As to Mr. Potter, I swear the Potter Family motto must be 'The word Normal is in our vocabulary.' He can be both predictable and surprising. I will however pass your request along Kingsley. I hate to cut this short but I have a school I need to rebuild. I still have high hopes tha wee will have the school fully repaired for the start of the fall term that is if I get the full support from the Ministry. Feel free to drop by whenever your schedule permits. Just floo me first is all I ask." Minerva said with a small smile. After making her goodbyes, she started to make her way back up to the castle.

Minerva picked her wand up off of the table next to the large comfortable couch and cast a quick tempus charm. It was closing in on two in the morning. Rebuilding a castle which was over a thousand years old wouldn't happen overnight. This logistical nightmare would take the rest of the summer and perhaps some of the first weeks of September and that was with an army of witches, wizards, house elves and even a few master goblin builders helping out. That was just one of many migraines Minerva was facing. She had to consider the curriculum and her shortage of staff members. There was a legend amongst the student body that the defense against the dark arts post was cursed. When she taught about it, almost every teacher to hold that post never lasted longer than one school year. She needed to have a curse breaker look into that problem. Maybe she could convince Bill Weasley to visit and see if he could figure out that small mystery.

She had the perfect candidate in mind to take over the Defense post. He hadn't even sat for his N.E.W.T.s let along earned the level of mastery in Defense and in spite of all of that she could think of no one else she wanted to fill that spot. The problem would be convincing him to take the job. Now that was going to be a tall order. Over the years, she really hadn't endeared herself to him because it would look highly biased and unprofessional if she did. Why now then did she feel like it was the biggest mistake she ever made in her life? She was deeply lost in thought when the wards on her office started to chime. Someone was approaching her office door. She picked up her wand and cast the tempus charm again. It was almost four in the morning. Something must be seriously wrong if someone was going to be visiting at this hour she thought.

She stood up from her comfy couch and walked over to a full length mirror. At the age of sixty three, she didn't show her actual age at all. Witches and wizards aged slower than their muggle counterparts. A healthy and powerful magical could live to see two hundred years. She could easily have passed for a woman in her early thirties. When Minerva was alone she dropped her powerful glamour charm. When she was hired, she was one of the youngest in the field of Transfiguration to attain her mastery. She used a glamour charm to give herself the look of a much older woman. She reasoned that her students would take her more seriously if she appeared quite older. She rarely let down her beautiful flowing dark auburn hair but it was very late and she was very relaxed.

She was glad that her black professor's rob was on the large side. Her figure would be a constant distraction for most of her male students and some of her female students too. She smiled at the fact that young Miss Granger wasn't very subtle with her staring. It wasn't hard to figure out the young witch's secret. Being homosexual in the magical world was far worse than in the muggle world. She knew that young Hermione had a huge crush on her. If she was attracted to women and wasn't a professor, Hermione would have been the perfect choice for a partner. Age never bothered Minerva. Her personal motto happened to be 'Age is only a number. It is your spirit that truly matters'.

She would keep Hermione's secret. Nobody knew how to crack the vault that was her mind. No, Minerva only had eyes for one wizard but she was unsure if she would ever act upon those feelings. At this late hour, it was just her robe and a matching sheer lacy emerald green bra and panty set on. Luckily, the robe was securely fastened. Wardrobe malfunctions even in the wizarding world were quite the faux pas. She heard a knock coming from the other side of her office door. She gave one last glance at herself as she deemed herself reasonably presentable given the late hour.

The door to her living quarters had several security wards and a few locking charms. She also had a notification charm which would display her visitor's name above the door frame. When she looked for the notification charm, a warm smile formed on her face. Her lion had finally come home. She first ran to her wardrobe and pulled off her robe. She then banished the robe to the hamper and pulled on the sheer lacy green night gown that paired beautifully with her underwear. She walked back over to the door and waved her wand a few times removing the locking charms and disabling the wards. After all, the world just went through a war. He still looked like a walking corpse. She knew that she wasn't supposed to have favorites but Harry was one of two exceptions. Miss Granger happened to be the other. She was there for his birth. She held him right after Lily did. She was his unofficial godmother. She was pretty sure she would be named Harry's official godmother after Alice Longbottom was cursed into insanity. That is if the Potter wills ever even resurfaced.

"Prof… Prof… Prof…" Harry stuttered trying to formulate her name. Minerva couldn't resist giving him a hug. Harry was a person who needed a loving embrace. She pulled Harryin close. She was surprised when Harry's unintentionally cupped her large shapely breast. Even if said shapely breast was covered by two layers of rather thin fabric, a strange yet welcome and powerful feeling which coursed through her body.

There was only one reason why she could be feeling this way. Somehow, Harry unknowingly broke through a very powerful celibacy charm that all female professors were forced to be put under as a requirement of their employment. That draconian rule was put in place by Headmaster Phineas Nigelllus Black. Her first act as Headmistress was to do away with that horrendously biased rule to all professors. There wasn't any requirement placed upon any of the male staff members. There were rumors that many male staff members had inappropriate and some even illegal relationships with both male and female students. The trouble with the celibacy charm invented by Black meant that the charm meant that the charm could only be broken by the original caster or a magical with a greater magical power than the original caster. She knew Harry was powerful but once again she was surprised and it made her smile not to mention a little horny.

She forced those feelings aside. She knew Harry was a crying emotional wreck. What shocked her most was when he started convulsing. A seventeen year old boy should weigh more than a fit woman of her age. She needed to get him ino a more relaxed position. He was so tense it was a miracle that he was still able to breathe. He was mere minutes away fro going into shock.

"Mum… Dad... I... I… I… miss you so much. Sirius… please… please… come back to me. REMUS… No…no… not you too Tonks! You stupid, stupid idiots! Who is going to look after Teddy now? HERMIONE… HERMIONE… I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. HOW COULD YOU BE GONE? YOU WERE My ROCK." Harry wailed as he held on to Minerva for dear life. Minerva gasped silently when she heard about her other favorite student. She would have to grieve for Hermione later. Her main focus was to care for Harry right now.

She saw raw emotion and pain that had never been dealt with properly. She knew Harry was the type of person who tended to bottle everything up until the green eyed Adonis exploded. She guided Harry back into her apartment which was located in the back of the Headmistress's office. She led him over to her bed and laid him down upon the bed. She conjured up a comfortable chair and placed it right alongside her bed. She walked back into her tiny kitchen and put on the kettle and prepped a cup of tea with a few drops of a calming draught. Her nerves were just as shot as Harry's nerved seemed to be.

The tea was ready and she poured the hot water into her waiting mug. She then slowly carried the cup back into her bedroom and placed the cup upon her nightstand. She looked over at Harry. He was silent and he had stopped convulsing. His chest moved slowly up and down so she ruled out that he suddenly down. He either slipped into a deep sleep or was rendered unconscious from the pains of his nightmares. She had hoped that they would chat a little bit later. Disturbing a gorgeous young man as he rested seemed like a capital crime.

She fell down in to that soft leather chair she conjured a few minutes ago. She summoned a bit of parchment, a quill and her inkwell from her office desk. She tried to fight back the tears but seeing Harry and learning about Hermione had been just too much. She quickly wrote a note stating that she was taking a few personal days. She was only to be disturbed in an absolute emergency. Almost all of the reconstruction plans were finished. Filius and Pomona could handle the execution of those plans. She cast a duplication charm on the parchment and made four copies. She then called upon her personal house elf.

"Snitch?" She called out.

"Mistress Minnie calls for Snitch?"

"Yes, Snitch, I need you to deliver these four notes. One is for the Minister for Magic Kingsley Shacklebolt. The other three, could please deliver them to Filius, Pomona and Poppy please? When you are done with that, I would like you to go in to the Gryffindor dormitories. I need you to collect everything that belongs to Mister Potter. They may be spread out throughout the castle. You should pay special attention to his wand, invisibility cloak and a very special bit of parchment. I think you know the one I am speaking of. Please bring everything you find back here. I will be offering Mr. Potter a special residence within my private chambers until further notice. I thank you again for being so loyal." She said.

Before Snitch popped away he said, "Mistress Minnie is so kind to say that about Snitch. Youse requests be carried out super quick." The little elf disappeared a second later.

There wasn't anything else she could do tonight. Her tea had gotten cold and she felt that she needed something stronger. She walked over to her private drinks globe and pulled out a bottle of vintage Cragganmore and a clean tumbler. She then poured herself three fingers of the golden amber into her glass. Her body and her mind were in conflict with each other. Her mind was trying to process the loss of Miss Granger which battled against her newly found feelings. Those new feelings of love, lust and horniness started slowly flowing back through her body as she looked over at Harry. She took a long silent sip from her glass. The golden scotch calmed her nerves and shut off her brain. She knew that he needed to feel something good again. It would take his mind off of some of the grief weighing down upon his soul. With one large gulp, she finished her scotch. The potent potable hit her like a falling bag of brick. Her mind was only focusing on these new feelings of lust and debauchery.

As much as she loved her favorite nightgown and bra, they were still smoothing her ample twins. She snapped her fingers and her nightgown fell to the floor as her bra unhooked itself. Minerva pulled the bra off and tossed it to the ground. A few very inappropriate thoughts about Harry infiltrated her mind and one hand slowly rubbed her plump breasts while the other hand pinched her hard nipple. She let out a soft moan as he dreamed about Harry being the one who was actually teasing her breasts. She shuddered as her first orgasm in over forty two years hit her harder than a tidal wave. After nearly five minutes, she opened her eyes and saw stars and colors she never thought were possible. She looked over at Harry and couldn't believe that he was glowing. A pure white energy was emanating from his body.

She emerged from her orgasmic haze when she saw Harry start to convulse again. She knew the nightmares had returned. There was only one thing she could think of to console this beautiful yet troubled young man. She got up from her chair and walked around to the other side of the bed. She got into the bed and under the covers. She enveloped him in a warm hug. Harry was cold to her touch. She waved her hand and banished every bit of clothing he had on. Nothing was better for the transference of heat than skin to skin contact. Her touch seemed to have an instant calming effect on Harry as she hummed an old Scottish lullaby. He finally stopped shaking after half an hour but by then Minerva had already fallen asleep. The alcohol had done what she needed it to do.

In his relatively short life span, Harry couldn't remember if he ever had a truly restful night of uninterrupted sleep. There was this warmth he had never known before. He couldn't figure out where it came from. For the first time, he felt whole and complete. His nightmares didn't fully disappear but he now had better control over them. The sun streamed in from the large windows. The light of a new day brought a sense of hope and renewal. Yet, he couldn't account for this new warmth or the fact that he somehow had lost every single bit of clothing he had on last night. One of his answers came quickly when he looked over to his right. In a world full of surprising mystical magical wondrous things, waking up next to one of your professors who happened to be as equally nude as Harry seemed to be when he had no memory of them joining him for the night.

Minerva shifted her body slightly and the quilt that covered her body slid down the curvaceous woman's body. Harry got more than an eye full of this beautiful woman's body. His thoughts were instantly all over the place. One part of him wanted to get up and run away. Harry quickly shot down that idea right away using his trusty Gryffindor courage. There must have been a reason why she was sleeping next to him with her top half very exposed. Harry was just curious enough to stick around and find out. While those two thoughts battled around in his mind, the rest of his consciousness took in what a beauty had been normally hidden away beneath those pesky old fashioned robes.

She had a slim figure but an impressive bust line. He wasn't a good guesser of sizes so he wanted to find the bra that matched the emerald green panties he caught a glimpse of earlier. Her long dark auburn hair which was normally tied up into a tight bun but this morning it was splayed out over part of his chest and her fluffy pillow. It was nice to see Minerva with her hair down. She kept very good care of her hair as it shimmered in the morning light. She looked peaceful as she slept even after being caught up in a war. He had known she was always quite the looker. How bad would it be to actually tell her that he found her very attractive and fanciful? There wasn't anybody still living that knew Harry had the hots for his teacher. He wasn't planning on coming back to Hogwarts to finish his education. There were just too many moments of pain and sorrow. He wanted to finished his schooling and take his N.E.W.T.s but it couldn't be at Hogwarts. There was only one reason to stay at the thousand year old school. It helped quite a bit that she was sleeping topless right next to him.

A rather pungent odor hit his nose and Harry knew that unpleasant smell was coming from him. He hadn't showered in days. Cleanliness was the last thing on his mind. There must have been some overwhelming reason why she would climb into bed with him when he looked and smelt like death warmed over. He must have had a nasty spat of nightmares. He knew he needed a shower as soon as possible. He slowly pushed himself up off of the bed. He didn't want to wake the sleeping beauty right next to him. It took a good deal of strength to sit up on the bed. He was lucky that his body was well toned otherwise his muscles would complelely locked up on him. The larger scar on his chest was bandaged up. He knew he would have to make another visit to Poppy's Pain Relief and Patch-Up Emporium within the next few hours but nothing trumped the need for a shower.

He placed his feet on the cool stone floor and slowly pushed himself up off of the bed. His muscles ached with each labored step as he trudged his way towards Minerva's bathroom. He looked down and saw a very large bra laying on the floor. He slowly kneeled down and picked up the bra. He could feel that there was magic woven into the fabric of the bra. The tag right near one of the straps said the bra was from a very high end shop he had never heard of but the size he recognized as 40FF. He looked back at the bed and visualized the bra on her breasts before he brought the bra up to his nose. It smelled just like her with hints of lavender and mint. He wanted to wrap the bra around his fat hard cock but this was a sacred object of Minerva's.

He found the bathroom quickly enough and got the hot water running. He wasn't quite sure wear his clothes went or why he was naked but the hot steamy water was calling his name. His body was sculpted by battle and through Quidditch. The hot water melted away the ache and pain of every strained muscle. Harry lost himself in the shower and his mind wandered to rather impure thoughts.

For some strange reason, he started thinking about Ginny Weasley. In his daydream, she was really starting to follow in her mother's physical footsteps. His thoughts never ever started with the petite redhead. They dated for a few weeks before he ended it. He told that she was in danger and breaking up with her was for her own protection. In reality, he was just tired of her. She was far too clingy for his liking. She was just following in her mother's overbearing footsteps. She only saw him as the boy who lived and not just Harry. In his day dream, he just left her ass behind. She wasn't what he wanted as a future wife. He had to force all of those thoughts of Ginny to the darkest reaches of his mind. His mind finally felt clear enough of those thoughts. His hand slowly grasped his turgid cock and he started to thrust his hips back and forth against his soapy palm. His mind drifted towards visions of a truly lovely, loyal loving woman gifted with heavenly globes.

Minerva started to stir just as Harry got up off the bed. She knew that he tried to be as quiet as possible but he didn't account for the fact that she was a multi-form cat animagus who never lost her sensitive hearing. She started to stretch her arms and legs almost mimicking a cat stretching. She figured that Harry would be in the bathroom for a very long time. The stench of body odor mixed with death couldn't be cleared up by a freshening charm. Time, lots of soap and a deep cleansing scrubbing was the only remedy. She hoped that Harry would use her lavender scented body wash. She loved the aroma of French lavender and would love to smell it all over Harry's sexy young body.

Minerva McGonagall was not a witch who broke from her morning routine regardless if she had overnight company staying over. Her lithe body didn't stay in peak condition without a serious regimen of yoga mixed with a strict diet. She called for Snitch her loveable personal house elf.

"Snitch, could I see you for a minute." Minerva said as she climbed out of her bed. She quickly pulled over her favorite panties. She balled them up and launched them into the air towards her hamper. Her morning routine included yoga. What better way that to do it in the nude? Snitch appeared just as his mistress's panties landed on his face. Snitch wasn't a normal house elf because his mistress allowed it. Minerva sported a saucy smirk when she saw Snitch standing there with her damp panties on her face.

"I see Mistress Minnie's pretty little kitty has finally awoken." Snitch said as he took a deep breath in. This mistress and her server shared a very strange yet very close relationship. Snitch was the McGonagall family house elf who stayed with Minerva after Jacob McGonagall was killed during the first Voldemort War. Jacod was the Head of the DMLE when Auror Cadet Minerva Ross caught his eye. It was Jacob who named Snitch and gave him that strange yet addictive sense of humor. It's what Minerva loved best about Jacob. His sense of humor was also what she missed the most about him. "Your kitty always purrs when your chosen bed company is quite delectable."

Minerva spoke as she sat in the lotus position. "Snitch, we will be having breakfast in about half an hour. My guest will be having a double helping of the standard healthy Hogwarts meal. I will have my usual. If you return and you hear loud noises coming from the bathroom or the bedroom, do not go investigating. I don't want to scare off Mister Potter. He is in a very fragile emotional state and it will take him time to heal. That is the main reason why he is here."

"Yes Mistress Minnie. Breakfast should be ready in about twenty five minutes. Should Snitch grab your Hungarian Horntail corset and riding crop from your special place?" Snitch inquired deviously.

"OOOH Snitch you cheeky little bugger! Mr. Potter and I haven't attained that level of trust yet. But I have a feeling we will be at that level sooner rather than later. Now be gone you. I know you like my large breasts but it's never ever polite to ogle them even if we are alone in the apartment. It makes me feel uncomfortable. Secondly, if you steal my favorite pair of panties, I will be looking for a new house elf and you will be suspended by your arms and legs by charmed roped that pull out your limbs from their sockets." Minerva threatened the little rapscallion.

"Yes, Mistress, right away." Snitch said before he popped away.

Minerva returned to her meditation. She pulled her arms in and placed her hands together as she centered herself. With a deep breath, she dove into her magical core. Normally when she centered herself, she expected to see one large magical strand emitting a faint golden light. Today however, she saw and even larger strand other than her own which gave off a powerful emerald glare. Her Tabby cat human avatar felt drawn to this powerful new strand. She reached out and placed her hand on the strand.

She was immediately inundated with unfamiliar feelings Images of possible rape, sexual assault and abuse to a absolutely terrified little boy where the first she saw. She couldn't make out the identity of the little boy. She wanted to run as far away from those images. The words 'boy' and 'freak were repeated to almost deafening levels. Minerva realized that these sounds and images were a mere distraction for a natural occlumens. She dove deeper into herself to follow a faint trace of magic. This trace led her past all the mental traps and pitfalls. The next images she saw were of her teaching in her classroom clad only in her favorite set of underwear.

She felt like she as meant to see this image but the question became why. She was baffled as to the dream's motive until she was hit by an overwhelming wave of lust and desire. It was by chance she looked down that she realized she was no longer her cat hybrid self. She was sporting chiseled abs and legs with a large thick erection nestled in the center of a forest of onyx hair. Somehow she stumbled on to one of Harry's secret fantasies.

"Mister Potter, I cannot understand why you find yourself in another one of my detentions. Your knowledge and skill for my subject is right up there with Miss Granger's I have the suspicion that you are really holding back your true skills in my class. Yet I repeatedly have to assign you detentions for your mischievous attitude. I hope you are not trying to follow in your father's footsteps."The Dream McGonagall said.

Harry almost had her speech patterns and mannerism down perfectly. She was surprised how much Harry must have been studying her. Though never in a thousand years would she ever seduce a student during a detention. Harry though could be the only exception to her strict rules. She was brought back from her thoughts when Dream Harry began to speak.

"Mistress Minnie, I don't know how my father ever seduced you in able to get out of a month's worth of detentions. But I know you have figured out my little ruse. I am intentionally getting in trouble but only with you. I know there is something between us. I have felt it too. We are both guilty of not so subtle glances. I am pretty sure that Hermione is the only other person who notices my rather growing crush on you," said Dream Harry.

She couldn't fathom where Harry learned about his father but James had eyes for Lily and Lily only. She thought that even in the afterlife, she'd still read Sirius the riot act for his jovial activities and lessons in the Potter Family history. Dream Harry then stood up from his seat. He waved his hand in front of Dream Minerva and what was left of her clothing was banished away. He was within five feet of her as he pulled her in for a long lustful snog. Minerva saw her dream self falling for Harry's apparent natural charm and surprising skill. This fantasy was starting feel more like a reality that needed only time to occur.

After coming back up for air, "Now I have been doing my own research about various ward schemes and privacy charms. You have placed what are by far the strongest silencing, security and notice-me-not charms around your living spaces. Witches and wizards must lack a certain gene that allows them to think logically and be able to apply common sense. You made the mistake of forgetting to charm your exterior windows. One night during the Tri-Wizard Tournament, I snuck out of Gryffindor Tower for a midnight broom ride to clear my overly taxed mind. I had a crush on you even then and looked up to see there was a light coming from your window. As soon as I was in twenty feet of your window, I heard loud cat like moaning, panting, and even a few yowls even my name came out through those open windows." Dream Harry said as one of his hands fondled Dream Minerva's large breast.

Minerva couldn't believe what she was hearing. Nobody was ever supposed to know about what she did when she retreated for the evening. She could only guess at what Dream Harry was going to tell her next. She reasoned that he would either be interested or completely freaked out about what he would have seen next.

"Now Mistress Minnie, I want you to let out your true self. I happen to find your true form incredibly attractive. Will you please show me that side of you the one that I saw from that midnight ride on my broomstick? I know there has to be a very interesting story behind your true form but you don't have to tell me tonight." Dream Harry said with a comforting tone. He then landed a sweet kiss upon Dream Minnie's lips.

Minerva finally released her grasp from this new thread. It took several moments for her to focus again on just her own magic. She took another deep breath and exited her meditative state. She absentmindedly ran her hand over her full bush only to discover that it was rather damp. She needed orgasmic release and she needed it soon. She couldn't help herself as she made her way to the bathroom. She could still hear the shower running and thought that was rather unusual. She didn't know how long Harry would normally shower for. She thought most males would have been done by the fifteen minute mark. It was now past the half hours mark. She heard Snitch delivering breakfast before she pushed on in to the bathroom.

The steam escaped from the bathroom as she pushed open the door. Her large shower stall had no door to it. She was shocked to see her beautiful and very nude Harry coiled up in the fetal position in the corner of her shower. The boy was inconsolable. He kept repeating "Someone's in my head again!" Minerva pulled her wand out from her concealed cleavage wand holster she specially designed, fabricated and charmed herself. She shot out a light sleeping charm, a levitation charm and a locomotor charm on Harry's sleeping body. She directed Harry's floating body out of her bathroom. She was disheartened at the constant torment Harry seemed to attract. She lowered him down as gently as she could on to her bed and tucked him in. Hopefully, he would wake soon.

This was going to take a lot longer than she had originally anticipated. She called upon her cat patronus with a message for Filius, Pomona, and Poppy to come to her office in fifteen minutes. She then summoned one of her professor's robes out from her wardrobe. She felt no need to put on anything further. Her professor's robes covered all of the essentials. She also didn't think she would be caught in the rather itchy robe for very long.