The Binding of Fates: Metus Obscuritatis

Chapter One

Hogwarts A History: Seasons In The Abyss

"Hold a seat for me. I'm coming," Harry told his friends at the train station. It was time to leave year two behind, and enjoy the summer vacation. The other second years boarded the Hogwarts express, trunks on trolleys with pet cages balancing on top of them.

Jon Snow, his ever steady right hand man, followed Harry at a respectful distance. He stopped and took up a guard position when Harry approached Mr. White, the old station manager. Mr. White was having a conversation with Professor Sprout and Professor Babbling.

"Yer right," Harry overheard Mr. White saying. "Things are going to change-"

"It must! Would the Glasgow Express be scheduled for the new term?"

"Maybe. Could be. The Ministry doesn't like to mix up much with the Scottish old families. Look, maybe you should ask your boy there, Cormac McLaggen and maybe even the Highlanders. Their folks have influence here."

"Having the visiting students come in for the tournament task days sounds like a headache," Professor Babbling said.

Harry's ears perked in curiosity. Visiting students? They were moving the Triwizard Tournament a year sooner?

"I can handle it," Mr. White said. He spotted Harry. "I believe Mr. Potter wishes a word with you." Mr. White nodded and turned, eyeing his clipboard and walking off.

Harry approached the adults. "Yes, Harry? Is there something we may help you with?" Professor Sprout asked.

"I wanted to speak with him, actually," Harry pointed at the old man.

"Oh," Professor Sprout said. She looked at Professor Babbling, confused. "By all means."

"Thanks," said Harry.

The two teachers boarded the train.

"Sir?" Harry called. "Mr. White?"

Mr. White didn't turn to face him. He continued walking over to the train track switchboard. Harry was forced to follow him, or give up. "I'm busy. What do you want, Harry." It wasn't a real invitation. More like a way to get Harry to leave him alone.

"Do I need to defend this school?" Harry said.

"What?" Mr White turned.

"As in, when the students leave for the holidays. Do I need to stay here?"

"You have it the other way around. The school defends the students. Have you noticed, that even with all the runts casting magic all over the place- no one gets seriously injured?" asked Mr. White. "Imagine a thousand kids outside of Hogwarts together... for months!" He shuddered. "Then... there are the exceptions."

"You mean... " Harry frowned.

"Yes. Practitioners of the Dark. Kids fight. Kids experiment. The Dark is different. The Dark is a choice, a conscious practice. Hogwarts is a fortress against the dark, masterfully balanced between both light and dark magic. The Light was balanced by the Basilisk and the cursed objects hidden somewhere."

"Yeah," Harry said, rubbing his scar. He no longer harboured a piece of Voldemort's soul. And they stashed the Diadem at The Light of St Valentine's. Harry turned to Jon. "Jon! Come hear this!" Jon came across. "Jon Black- Mr. Ezra White. He's part of the immortal club."

"An honor," Jon bowed.

"I commend you both on eradicating the dark from the school. Only one Dark tattoo remains," Mr White said. He looked in the direction of the school. "If you could only see what I see. Hogwarts shines in the Light. Beautiful."

"You told me about 'balance'," Harry said. He was getting worried. Sages who got all worked up, usually had something heavy to say afterwards.

"Balance, eh?" Mr White said. "I did, didn't I?"

"Yes," Harry said, urgently. "You said the Dark was coming."

"The Dark Rises," Mr. White's voice echoed unnaturally. Harry could feel the slight overlap of the underworld envelop them. "It approaches, faster, stronger than before."

"Which is why I asked if I need to stay!" Harry said. This man was infuriating.

"Why? You cannot stop it."

"Of course I can!" Harry argued.

"Really?" Mr. White asked. "Right now, the castle is pure- it is healing itself from centuries of taint. But... it is a structure. Magic, is eternal. It lives. It breathes. It needs balance. The Darkness will come. And with the tournament coming, I believe you should rest and enjoy your holidays. The time for action is not now. You will know when the time comes."

"Are you going to help?" Harry asked. "When the time comes?"

"Me? Sure, I will make sure all the trains arrive on time. If they lose their packages, I will keep it safe. I'm even commissioning more trains to come to Hogsmeade," Mr. White said.

"I mean, against the dark!"

"No. Magic exists. I serve all, and take no sides. If Slytherin himself says he is going to rise from the dead and burn down all the students inside Hogwarts, so be it. I will be sure to make sure his bags are accounted for."

"What?" Harry asked. Was he crazy?

"I've seen a lot of things. I've seen a young Salazar with his pet toad come to Hogsmeade with his parents. A bright young lad. Hogwarts was only a vision at the time."

"You saw Salazar as a boy?"

"I did," Mr White said.

Harry was immediately fascinated. The train station manager at Hogsmeade was a living legend?

"So, how did he create the Chamber of Secrets?" Harry asked. "Figure out the Basilisk?"

"Through experimentation."

"How?" Harry was enthralled.

"The castle wasn't always as you see it now."

"Can you tell us about Hogwarts, the Chamber, the Basilisk?" Harry grinned. Mr. White sighed. He checked his timepiece.

"Well, the higher years are still on their way, so we have some time. Come inside my office," Mr. White grunted. "This might be better with a map."

He opened the box office. On one of the walls was a massive map of Great Britain, with highlighted train routes.

"How it all started, eh? For that, you need some history. Real history, not the stupid books you read for school." He put his hand on the map and pushed Britain aside. The magical map shifted position to show Scandinavia. He ran his finger from the snow covered peninsula back across to Scotland. A line was drawn across the sea.

"The Vikings were on the attack, coming through the River Tay and the River Earn. Back then, Scotland was known as the Pictish Kingdom. This land was sucked into war with the Scandinavians for many years. The Scottish Warmage line, the Brandubhs, were thinning out. Remember that name, family names were important back then. The King of Pictish, a muggle warrior known as Eogan Mac Oensla, knew that the Vikings' superior river boats and war tactics meant that his kingdom would be defeated within a matter of years if he did not take drastic measures. His people were rugged, but they weren't blood thirsty warriors, and no match on the field against the Vikings."

Mr. White pointed at their second year classmate, Ernie MacMillan. "He is the closest family to one of the first Kings of Scotland we have these days."

"The Highlands were the farming lands. Rabastan Gryffindor was the Chief of the Clans in this area." Mr. White circled the area of Scotland surrounding Hogwarts and Hogsmeade on the map. "So, the Scottish Clansmen were Gryffindors, the Warmages were the Brandubhs, and the King's line was the predecessors to the MacMillans of today. The Brandubhs, the Warmages; were magical, of course. Could you guess what the name meant?"

"The Black Ravens," Jon said. Harry was impressed. Jon had a knack for these things.

"Correct. The Ravens of the Night, was the more correct term. Black hair, very reclusive and ... unfortunately, a bit of inbreeding going on there. But they were powerful magically. The King didn't particularly like them, but they had magic, so it was a very strained partnership. The King needed their magic in the war against the Vikings. So we have the MacMillans, the Brandubhs, the Gryffindors. All we need now are the..."

"Slytherins," Harry offered. "And Hufflepuffs."

"Right. Salazar's family were mages from the continent, whom the King bargained with; to come to Scotland and help him fight off the Vikings. The original family name were the Charmeuse's. Salazar Charmeuse was nicknamed Salazar 'Slytherin' by his friends. Like his namesake, he was able to charm snakes, by getting low down to the ground, on his stomach, and approaching like one of them. He would stare at them, keep them entranced, speak to them. Some of the other village lads would gather round when he did that. He would track a snake in a field on his stomach, for long distances. Salazar's parents, the Charmeuses were cunning folk. They had magic, but they exaggerated their abilities. The parents were just above squib level, and nowhere near the Brandubhs' level. Salazar, however, was different. At a wee age of seven, he was very talented."

"Anyway. The King of Scotland decreed that they needed a stronghold, a castle built near to the Black lake. The castle was to be a military base, used in the construction and staging of river ships. Hogsmeade flourished and grew with the influx of craftsmen to facilitate the construction." He pointed on the spot on the map of Scotland where they were right now.

"Long before the Viking War, the Brandubhs were from Albania, and known as the Black Ravens. They were a tight knit family that was assigned to be the Lords of the Hogwarts and oversee the construction of Castle Hogwarts. The parents were dead, but were survived by four adult sons, and a young daughter, Rebecca Brandubh. She was eventually married to the mighty and powerful Hugh 'Claw' Connall, a Scottish warrior who served under the Highlands Chief, Rabastan Gryffindor. The four brothers eventually died, one after the other, in battle against the enemy.

"Rebecca Brandubh and Hugh Connall were well loved in Hogsmeade. They had a daughter, Rowena. The small folk lovingly nicknamed her RavenClaw, a play on both her father's Warrior name and the 'Black Raven' meaning of Brandubh.

"Against the town's wishes, the King sent Rowena's parents to face the Vikings. Rebecca readily agreed, as it was her family's duty to be Warmages, to protect the people. Claw Connall was a fighter, and did not hesitate to obey his King. The infant Rowena was left in the King's care. He adopted her as his own.

"So, we have the first Blacks (Brandubhs), the first Raven-Claw, the first Gryffindors, the first MacMillans, and Salazar was the first "Slytherin", a self-glorified name he took upon himself. So where were the Hufflepuffs, you might ask?

"The 'Hufflepuffs' were the small folk of the town. That's what the aristocracy called the serfs: the huff's and puff's of the village workforce. I think Helga's mother was actually Malkins, if I recall. They still trade in garments and such.

"Rabastan Gryffindor's son, Godric, was a hunter by trade. At a young age he was extremely skilled with bow and quiver. His father assigned him to help design the fortress, alongside the Charmeuse family and their son, Salazar. The two lads were in their early teens I believe. The Malkins and the McLaggen families coordinated the lumber and masonry needed for the construction, and brought in skilled labour to help. A daughter of the Malkins and the son of the McLaggens married. They had a girl, Helga McLaggen. Growing into her teenage years she became a hard working champion for the people. She was their voice when the town had complaints to the Clan warriors, the Gryffindors, and even further, to the King's family, the MacMillans. She was a beautiful girl, the most beautiful girl in town, in fact. Suitors were always knocking on Master McLaggen's door, offering him gifts to curry favour.

"So we have Godric- the son of the Chief of the Highlanders. Rowena Ravenclaw, the estranged orphan of the Brandubh warmage family, and now an adopted Princess. Salazar Charmeuse, son of the mages from the Continent, self named to Slytherin. And Helga 'Huff and Puff' McLaggen, daughter of the locals. These four young people contributed to the construction of Hogwarts."

"Wasn't Princess Rowena Ravenclaw away with the King?" Jon asked.

"Aye, she was."

"So how did she come back to Castle Hogwarts?" Jon prodded.

"I was getting to that. The King himself eventually rode off into war. He sent his teenage daughter, Rowena Ravenclaw, to be under the care of Rabastan Gryffindor, right back where she was born, here in Hogsmeade. Lord Rabastan Gryffindor immediately tried to arrange a marriage between her and his son, in hopes of earning a rightful claim to the throne, once King MacMillan's own son died, of course."

Mr White opened the massive station diary to the first page. "Harry, this record you saw when we first spoke, was when the Royal carriages themselves brought the Princess Rowena Ravenclaw at this very same station. At that time this station was a defense outpost. I was the patrol roster and record keeper. It was my duty to know who was in Hogsmeade at any time."

Mr. White laughed.

"Rowena's trunks and cases were left behind in the rush. The Royal Guards feared ambush, and Lord Gryffindor's riders spirited her away through the forest to the castle construction site, which was heavily guarded by his clansmen. Lord Gryffindor's son Godric offered to retrieve her luggage personally as a show of chivalry. Helga was jealous. She could have had any boy she wanted, but she only had eyes for Godric. Even though she was more beautiful than Rowena, she could not compete with her status. She was the daughter of the Warmage family, and adopted ward of the king herself. A witch princess.

"Salazar's magic favoured the water, and stone. He used his magical ability to sink foundation blocks precisely at the edge of the lake. He created the various catacombs, ship building tools and also the weapons foundry. Rowena charmed the engineering plans into pleasant dreams that seeped into the minds of the workers overnight. The workers worked exceptionally well, without discord, and without mistakes. Rowena Ravenclaw treated everyone well, and the common folk were enamored with their little RavenClaw who returned as a princess. Godric and his father were the masterminds behind the construction and defenses of the castle, and Helga 'Huff and Puff' McLaggen was the mediator. Her magic was the strongest out of all, since she used the power of love, and camaraderie, to keep the townsfolk's morale high.

"And so Hogwarts was built. Godric loved Rowena, Helga secretly loved Godric, but Salazar and Rowena were in love. Rowena, as was her duty, married Godric. However, she went astray and had an affair with Salazar, another magic user like her. Her firstborn was Salazar's daughter, Helena. Helena had Albanian heritage features. Her younger sons with Godric all had his Scottish heritage features. They grew up strong and robust, quick to battle and exceedingly brave. Salazar built what you know now as the Chamber of Secrets, and conducted his dark experiment with his pet toad and the chicken coop. And so the Basilisk was born."

Mr. White peeked out the ticket booth. The fifth years were coming in.

"Years on, at the height of the war against the Vikings, I was badly wounded in a skirmish with a Viking ranging party that entered the territory. Guardsmen are typically fodder, as I have learned over the centuries."

Mr. White sighed, remembering some of his more unfortunate deaths.

"Godric and his team of warriors hunted down the Vikings and killed them. When he realized that I could not be saved, he uttered the Saxxon's battle cry, May Magic Bless This Man Who Fought And Died For His Country. And so said, so done. The entity of magic blessed me with the cycle of the phoenix."

"Godric eventually found out about his wife's infidelity, and banished Helena. She stole the Diadem when she was forced out of the castle. Salazar cursed Rowena for destroying his friendship with Godric- killing her in the process."

"By the gods! But he slept with her!" Jon said.

"He thought Godric would never know. Salazar was a cunning fellow. He probably suspected that she confessed. I do not know. Godric swore that he would never see Salazar's face again until the day that he died. Salazar was condemned to life in an iron mask, and banned from walking the castle floors above ground, imprisoned in the dungeons below Hogwarts. Salazar swore that his heir would one day take vengeance for the loss of his true love, and the loss of his best friend; even though he was the one to blame for casting the killing curse on her.

"Shortly after Rowena's funeral, Godric sent Helga's husband to die in battle, and took her as his new wife. At first, she was filled with joy. She finally got the man she wanted.

"Godric was a brutal husband after the death of his first wife; the banishment of the apple of his eye, Helena; and the incarceration of his best friend, Salazar. The citizens of the castle who heard the Lord's chambers at night could hear Helga's screams, her huffing and puffing as Godric ravished her mercilessly, enraged over the loss of his first wife. It was no secret that Helga was physically and sexually abused during their sessions. Godric was a strong, hulking man. Helga never complained during the day, even though medics were needed to treat her various injuries. She dutifully took care of Godric's sons as her own, even when she was pregnant with twins for her new Lord and husband.

"Rowena's and Godric's sons fled the castle as soon as they were able, deathly scared of their father's power and his fits of madness. They quested for their half sister, Helena. Helga was stricken with grief when Godric did not search for them, rejecting his own flesh and blood. Helga birthed him over a dozen children within a short space of time. Eventually, Godric suffocated her to death during a particularly violent episode of their nightly duties. He came down for his morning meal the next day, and ate calmly. Only when servants checked their chamber did they realize the new lady of the castle was dead.

"The Castle became a place of fear for the town of Hogsmeade. Some of the staff suffered horrible nightmares, full of screams and dark whispers. Those that succumbed to the curse were isolated in the guardsmen mess hall, what you now refer to as the Shrieking Shack. It was eventually converted into a madhouse, an asylum to those who lost their minds.

"Godric haunted his tower, full of rage. He was the first "Dark Wizard" who took command of the castle. After years of suffering wizard's dementia and grief, he ordered Salazar to be freed, and armed, so that he may face him in battle. The two of them dueled to the death, right in the area where the Quidditch stadium is now. Godric won, then took his own life with..." he looked expectantly at Harry.

"The Sword of Gryffindor," Harry filled in.

"Bingo." Mr. White made a grand sweeping gesture. "The townsfolk at the time called it the battle of 'To Kill De Itch'."

"Damn," Harry said, thoroughly enjoying the tale.

"So, the founders dead, their children thrived and multiplied, the town of Hogsmeade intermingled with magicals over generations and migrated to all ends of the earth. After my first death, I was reborn as a baby, and as I grew, my life before came into my memories over the years. And so my cycle went. I fought against rebellions, survived civil wars, repelled invasions, cured disease, helped the Magicals survive and band together during the dark ages. All of the historical events, they were simply seasons in the abyss for me. Sometimes I would come back as my grandson. Sometimes as a stranger's orphan. Once or twice I came back as a woman. No matter how many times I died, I kept coming back. Each time I came of age, I returned to my post. This post."

"Truly an Immortal Hero," Jon said. Mr. White chuckled.

"Immortal Heroes are fantasy characters for children's books," Ezra White said. He pointed at the teachers, and a few of the parents who were picking up their children directly from Hogsmeade. "Everyday folk, protecting, taking care of children and giving them love, care, and hope for a better future, are the real heroes. You did well, Harry. A basilisk infestation at modern day Hogwarts? It would have been a tragedy to rival the great tragedies I have endured over the years. Even I cannot eradicate a nest of the Ancient Serpents. It would take me a couple centuries of trying if it happened. Not that I would have, anyway."

"You would not? Why not?" Jon asked.

"I have come to realize that picking sides is fruitless. Time marches on. I am the Watcher. I am the Keeper to the Gates of Magic. As far as I know, there have only been a few recorded Basilisk nests worldwide. Sverny Island, the Tsar Bomba site in northern Russia. Chernobyl. The Atoll in the Pacific. Nagasaki in Japan. Wizards confounded muggle military leaders to drop their bombs there to wipe out the creatures. There is still an active infestation in an island off Australia. A deadly magical wasteland."

"And Hiroshima?" Harry asked, horrified. "Did Wizards wipe out Japan's cities because of Basilisks?"

"Hiroshima? Never heard of it. Oh you mean that Hiroshima, in the World war? No, that was actually for their war. Nagasaki was for the Snakes." Ezra White shrugged.

"Australia has a magical island full of basilisks?" Jon was confused.

"And other beasts. A place of powerful dark magic. The Dark Lord Septimus warded the entire island against muggle entry in the 1200's. It is also rumoured to be the resting place of the Hallows of Life: The Wand of Youth, the Ring of Rebirth, and the Urn of Fertility."

"Ollivander mentioned the Wand of Youth," Jon said.

"Yes. Their Ancient family house is there. Septimus killed them and took over the entire nation. Under his rule, he crafted magic so dark, nobody dared to go back there. It's still highly secret. Only a few Indian Wizards know of it."

"And now us," Harry said.

"And now you. Ah. The seventh years are coming. Time waits on no man." Mr. White left the box office. "All aboard!" he called, ringing the cowbell. "Last call to King's Cross!"

"Oh. It's you," Petunia opened the door to her house. "What happened to you?"

"Hello," Harry said. The only thing he had in his hands were Hedwig's cage and the sheathed Hallow Blade. It could not be shrunk, transfigured, nor hidden with charms or any other means. "Nothing. I'm fine."

"You are not wearing glasses. And... you're bigger. Anyway, Vernon was complaining that he would have to go through the traffic to pick you up, so this is probably better." Petunia looked behind him. "Where is your cabbie?"

"Didn't need one," Harry said, stepping over the threshold.

"Why are you carrying that?" her eyes widened at the sword in his hand.

"It's a long story."

"I hope you will put that away before your Uncle sees it."

"Yeah," Harry took the steps two at a time to his room.

"Where are your things?" she shouted upstairs.

"In my pocket," Harry said from his room. Petunia's expression twisted. In his pocket?

"I have the list of duties already written for you for the duration of your stay. Come back down for them. Don't be long."

"Yes, Aunt Petunia." Harry stuffed the sword in his cupboard. He sat down on the pathetic mattress on his bed.

The Triwizard tournament was being pushed closer. He had to assume that Voldemort's return was the darkness that Mr. White was talking about. He had to get the Locket, and the Gaunt Ring. Kill Nagini, wherever that snake was.

And kill Voldemort, again.

But first, a cinema date with Valerian. She was staying at Master Ollivander's home, since she was his ward. At the end of this month his birthday party was supposed to be held at Neville's estate. And after that, he was going back into the Clan Mansion. He would talk with the others about getting the Locket from Grimmauld Place and the Ring from the Gaunt property.

He could survive a few weeks here.

"Potty!" Dudley called. "Mum says come down!"

Harry kicked off his shoes and put on a t shirt from inside his cupboard. It was one of Dudley's hand me downs; but now it fit taut around his shoulders. When Dudley saw him his eyebrows went up.

"No way," Dudley said. He poked Harry with his fat fingers in his shoulder and arms. Both boys were the same height. "You didn't use your magic, did you?"

"Nope," Harry responded, walking towards his aunt. She handed him a list on the back of a bill envelope. It was basically a timetable of chores to do over the next few weeks. The only thing new on the list was painting the house, which covered four days next week. "All right," Harry said reading the schedule. He would do what he needed to do, and reinforce his mother's protection on the house with his presence for the allotted amount of time. When Valerian owled him the date they could go on to the cinema, he would meet her.

The Dursleys couldn't stop him.

Lucius Malfoy and Barty Crouch Junior finally paid Wormtail a visit at his country hideout. He was avoiding them for the entire week.

"What the fuck were you saying in this letter?" Barty screamed in his face.

"The tablet! It... had an unusual effect." Wormtail removed the hood covering Bellatrix's face. She was clean. Her hair was cut, not well, but it was cut.

"She's a fucking kid!" Barty said, grabbing his hair in frustration.

Lucius Malfoy grabbed her arm. Bellatrix hissed, but Lucius held firm. "She isn't marked. She's still fifteen."

"Fuck. I did not take into consideration the dark mark stopping the process," Barty said.

"She can infiltrate the tournament. We'll sign her up at Durmstrang. Karkaroff would do it. He has to!" Peter grinned.

"You've been thinking, haven't you, Wormtail?" Lucius drawled. "You know how we feel about Gryffindors thinking."

"I also completed the Fetus potion. Two more weeks and we can go to the forbidden forest and make him physical again," Peter said, a smug smile on his face. "A year closer to the plan, you wanted? We're right on schedule."

Eleanor Potage awaited Sirius Black at the floo fires used for staff at the Bank. "Ready to go home?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Do you want to grab something quickly at Rosmerta's? I'm not up to cooking this evening."

"No problem," Sirius said, donning his traveling gloves and his tall hat. "Alexandria is spending the weekend at Ollivander's place with Jon, right?"

"Yes. She said she would take the train with her friends, then meet us at the bank Monday evening. We will take her back to the mansion then. Even with everything that has been going on, she seems to be handling it well."

"She has a good head on her shoulders," Sirius said. Eleanor Potage nodded absently. "Jon would take care of her, a true gentleman."

"He is one of a kind, I admit," Eleanor said.

"Let's get something to eat," Sirius said and activated the floo fire. They ordered food at Rosmerta's in Hogsmeade, and a couple drinks afterwards. Nothing unusual. When they arrived at the clan mansion and hung up their traveling robes, Eleanor looked up at Sirius.

"I've seen the way you watch," she said simply. She took out a bottle of wine from the kitchen and two wine glasses. "Follow me." She took his hand in her fingers. She led him to the second floor bathroom. She poured out a glass of wine for him and one for herself. "Bathe. Relax. Then come to me after."

Sirius just watched her walk away in her work robes. She went up the stairs and into her main bedroom, the one with the bathroom en suite. Sirius sipped the alcohol, then started his bath.

After twenty minutes of bathing, he donned a comfortable house robe and fluffy slippers. He knocked on her door. "Ellie?"

"Yes?" came her voice.

"You wanted me for something?"

"Yes." She opened her door, dressed in provocative sleeping wear. "You smell nice. Come in. Another drink?" She came closer and gently took his wine glass from his fingers.

Sirius stared at her, hungry.

"Rather do something else, actually."

Eleanor looked into his eyes. "We're grown folk."

"Yes we are." He took her in his arms, and pulled her close.

"I've suffered long enough. So have you," she whispered in her french accent. "Life is to be lived." She kissed his neck.

Clothes were torn off, limbs were spread, and Sirius got to work.

Eleanor Potage was a virgin when she married Alexandria's father at twenty years old. Pavel Potage was an older man, twenty years her senior. Even though, she loved him as a wife should.

What Sirius did to her, the positions he put her in, the things he made her to do him, was different.

Sirius shagged her rotten.

That afternoon was a haze of sweat, screams and sex. She came multiple times. Sirius completely covered her with his seed on different occasions as well. Eleanor absolutely enjoyed that as a new experience. Pavel never did that to her. Sheets needed to be changed, baths were had, glasses of wine were refilled, and after some short breaks with cuddling, he was inside her again. This process repeated deep into the night.

Sirius thought that the backlog of years of spinal fluid was finally having a true release. The bed and floor were a fucking mess. He never came inside her. Too risky. She didn't seem to mind. This Frenchie definitely had a freaky side to her.

Shortly before dawn the both of them limped to the kitchen to get something substantial to eat. Eleanor leaned over the island in the middle of the kitchen to reach the bread box. Before she could open it Sirius' hands were on her hips. He spread her legs with his as he entered her, again.

Eleanor held on to the counter for dear life as he had his way with her. She bit her lip as her breasts rubbed against the smooth counter top.

Guess he wasn't that hungry, after all. When she felt the warm liquid splash against the side of her neck and face, she thought it was over. Sirius turned her over onto her back and put her legs over his shoulders. He took her again, right there, on the kitchen counter.

She did not expect this level of vigour. This was going to be one hell of a weekend.

AN: Thanks for reading.

This story would speed up the Triwizard tournament to the third year. Did you like my Hogwarts story within a story?

Or... lol. Something else.

Metus Obscuritatis translates 'Fear of the Dark' into Latin. Hot off the press, some edits may be coming in.

Until we meet again.

TDLN