Anam Cara - - (Soul Mate)

Alternate Universe (AU) Does not follow established cannon.

Rated MA – mature audiences

**Rewrite done by Billybob – begun 02/01/2017

One last time: this wonderful tale was originally penned by: Redblaze and Shellyk to whom I give full credit – praise and glory. Two writers whom; as far as I can tell, have both moved on to other things beyond HP fan-fiction. Getting permission for a rewrite - from people who are long gone - obviously isn't going to happen. - However; if either one of them find out about my rewrite – and can prove their authorship and disapprove of what I've done herein – out of deep respect for their original tale … I will delete my rewrite at once.

Secondarily: The original tale left most readers hanging … as in wanting more Anam Cara match-ups. I know many will be disappointed that I didn't connect Luna with Neville ... but Neville is a man of the 'earth' (conservatively grounded) and sweet Luna is a classically 'dreamy flower child' of the 'air' (two 'elementals shouldn't mix). – Finally; in reading my other tales you will quickly learn that I strongly advocate a particular policy concerning Slytherin's, meaning: not all snakes are bad. Check-out Tracey on line, concerning what (JKR cannon) says about her.

Hooking-up Tracey and Neville serves the greater good by promoting the concept that a snake is redeemable (except for the ferret … he can rot in …) oh never mind.

Traditional Disclaimer: I'm not the author of the Happy Potter books, and the only profit I seek is the amusement of my few internet readers. JKR owns everything else.

I am admittedly- not -even remotely, a trained writer; I have even been asked if English is a second language for me. There will be grammar and writing format errors in this 'tale' that will turn many a stomach. Honestly-people there is only so much spell check will do. I consider myself an unskilled… story teller, who shouldn't be allowed to publish without a qualified editor.

Basically - -I write the way I speak, as if I was reading out-loud a stage play – while auditioning for a role. By this I mean - inserting pauses in dialog for emphasis. It's not proper written English, I know, - - but it is a-lot better English than what is seen today, in 'text messages – or on – Facebook'

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Chapter 29 – the Hogwarts: Great Hall orgy – that never happened

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"I can easily imagine Aengus greatly enjoying his role of playing matcher maker for all us breeding age students here at Hogwarts". A moment later Luna turned and had a very animated (one sided) conversation with a portion of the Great Halls … inner stone walls. This continued for a few minutes with the others watching in gob-smacked silence.

"Attention all", Luna said brightly as she turned back to address her friends. "I have an update on the last known location of the medallion. – I've just been reliably informed, that_ Pansy Parkinson _ found a medallion … sometime around eleven last night (well after your locker room encounter … Ginny) lying abandoned … on the floor next to Tracey Davis bed; in the dormitory bedroom they share, deep down in the dungeon".

"My source then witnessed Parkinson pick up the medallion, which glowed strongly in her hand and then not ten minutes later, she enter the 'all but deserted' Slytherin common room … where she marched with clear purpose, before coming to an abrupt stop… directly in front of the chair, that was at the time occupied by a none-other than a very lovesick (for her); trades apprentice: Gregory Goyle.

"Parkinson and Goyle – no way?", Ginny exclaimed somewhat horrified.

"I also have been informed that Milady Parkinson (the ice queen) whose title comes from the hard-earned reputation of being asexual and emotion free to the point where she rivals in disdain of all men, (our) resident feminist/humanist: Hermione", Luna said in her trademarked dreamy fashion as Hermione frowned. "Parkinson and the rest of her dorm mates (the infamous gang of girls) are considered to be so extremely 'anti-male', that they react with violence (magical and physical) when approached by any member of the opposite gender".

"They clearly haven't tried the Granger 'patented' technique, of nagging incessantly … one hundred percent effective at driving people away", Harry snarled at no-one in particular

"How long does the overly chatty and completely indiscreet thingy (running at the mouth) last among new Anam Cara soul-mates?" - Hermione asked Luna, not quite remembering how bad or how long she'd been dangerously indiscreet verbally.

"Depends on the amount of suppressed feelings" Luna replied casually. "Apparently, Harry has been holding back a-lot when it comes to his resentment of you"

"All for (my) Ron's sake" - Hermione replied wistfully?

"Insult you enough – and risk losing Ronald, a price to high to pay … for Harry", Luna replied with Ginny nodding her head firmly in agreement.

"I can't be that annoying and condescending" Hermione asked a little taken-aback

"Oh yes you can_ By-the-way …Ms. Davis has been a-part of the Parkinson's gang of girls since she was a firstie. - - Pansy in particular expressed such clear dislike for all males and especially the womanizer Malfoy, that even the ferret (and I do like that term for him) couldn't stand the thought of bedding her". – Luna said casually. "Isn't nice to know Hermione, that you aren't the only witch at Hogwarts who has zero use for anything male?"

"My view on the usefulness of the male animal has changed dramatically during this term", Hermione declared with absolute certitude as she looked with satisfaction and joy at the red-head male she had 'shot in the back' with a petrifying spell

"Anyway"; Luna continued, "Parkinson stopped right in front of Goyle's chair and then untied and dropped the silk dressing gown she was wearing (she was naked underneath) she then proceeded to bend over and I'm told; dangling from a golden chain hanging from her neck …was the medallion that swayed at eye level in the valley between her breasts. I'm told that Greg instinctively reached up and took the medallion into his hand and …"

"… BAM, the Anam Cara struck again" Ginny said gleefully.

"Parkinson and Goyle – the very thought of those two snakes - mating … is disgusting?" - Harry said horrified, his body shuddering in dread at the mental imagine.

Luna continued to ramble on, taking no notice of what was being said around her: "Over the next hour Parkinson aggressively did things sexually to Goyle in front of a small common room audience (five) that no one ever suspected that she was even capable of. - Momentarily sated as lovers, Parkinson returned to her dorm room where she packed a small overnight bag and shortly thereafter the two new lovers were seen leaving the Slytherin dungeon for …"

"Right there …in front of everyone in their common room … really? – That shameless hussy", Ginny interrupted with a snort of pure amusement.

"You have already pointed out that neither; Parkinson or Goyle are here … in the Great Hall …this morning", Luna continued. - - - "I assume that they have found a 'love nest', similar to yours Ginny. Although I find this pairing most unusual - an aggressive female snake, losing all of her normal inhibitions to the point of publicly indentifying and aggressively claiming her Anam Cara shamelessly in front of her peers. - Can you just imagine the intensity of long-suppressed sexual desires that the prigish; Ms. Parkinson, is currently unleashing on poor love sick Goyle, in some empty trades workshop or dusty guest bedroom in the dungeon?"

"Parkinson … reputed to be an even bigger 'frigid prig' than Granger … if that is even remotely possible?" Ginny declared with scorn in Hermione's direction. - In response Harry chuckled softly as Hermione's face acquired a deeper sour expression. "If the dorm of the Gang of Girls had the medallion within it long enough to unhinge Davis and then Parkinson; that whole thing makes me wonder … what effect will it have in the long term, on the other girls of that dorm?"

"Do you think the violent anti-male attitudes of the 'gang of girls' was all a self-protection_ act, just to keep their romantically 'Neanderthal' male peers at arm's length", Hermione asked intrigued?

"Without a doubt" Luna replied.

"But what about the trigger phrase, how was it triggered in the snake-girls dorm bedroom last night?" Ginny asked.

"The Gang of girls (all of them) was in the Great Hall, when I recited the incantation aloud in front of Neville" Luna said suddenly thoughtful.

"All of them?" - Ginny asked mystified, "and how does that translate to Davis and Longbottom?"

"Good question … a very good question Indeed …it's been a very interesting year, so far … I truly feel that the Anam Cara is here by divine purpose, with (our) Ron chosen to bring the medallion into Hogwarts to hook-up as many of us as possible, thus saving magical England from 'probable' extinction", Luna firmly declared; as she glance up at the ceiling of the great Hall and smiled at something she saw.

"One final FYI (For Your Information) point for you alone; Hermione, Ron is going to keep the head suite house-elf Tweaky, the elf will literally 'beg' Ronnie to take her on as his personal house-elf _ and kindhearted Ronnie won't be able to say no to Tweaky. Ron will never free her, and you'd be wise not to pressure him on this issue. - For if you really want to be 'Minister of Magic' one day, having Ron's Tweaky in your home is the only way that it will happen. You won't miss all that much work or any fundraisers and baby-kissing events, that are required of someone with your extreme political ambitions …especially with Tweaky doing all of the household chores and providing much needed child-care (babysitting) - - although Ronald will fight with his 'elf' over the right to do child-care privileges (he's going to be a fantastic daddy… just saying).

This-bit along, made Hermione very thoughtful about the undeniable logic behind Luna's proposal

"I tell you in all sincerity that Tweaky hates you (right-now) as do all the other House-elves here. They don't want your 'human morality' concepts of freedom, forced down her throats. NO-one wants someone else's lifestyle forced on them Ms. Humanist", Luan said with unusual harshness. "By-the-way … Tweaky's working conditions under Ronald, will become over time (incrementally) the nationwide role-model for the improvements in house elf treatment, for centuries to come",

"How can you possible know all this?" Hermione asked sounding mystified.

"Silly girl" Luna replied with a amused giggle, "I was born a natural soothsayer (seer) like my mother and grandmother before me, it's having a multiverse worth of different realities playing-out 'side-by-side' in my mind …non-stop, is what makes me appear to be a total nutter", she said in a matter of fact tone, before turning about and returning to her seat at the Ravenclaw table where she sat back down. – A moment later, as the slow motion of the others began to move faster and faster, before abruptly; time unfroze completely and all the others in the- 'Great Hall' -began to move again at a normal pace (except for Ron).

Harry, Ginny and Hermione then turned as one to watch with spellbound amazement as Tracey Davis who had been totally ignoring a chatting-up lines of Theo who sat beside her on the bench …slowly and seductively gained her feet, as she stood; there instantaneously appeared a highly 'noticeable'_ golden aura _ that surrounded Tracy and gradually dissolved the carefully crafted multi-year glamour that had concealed the true appearance of the girl underneath. Luna's theory of concealment had played out just as she had predicted. –

Not only did the Anam Cara glow surround the girl, it also reached out with grasping golden tentacles, which met and interlocked in the middle with the same kind of tentacles reaching out for her from Neville. It was a truly amazing sight. Once the glamour disappeared; a totally different girl stood in her place.

For one thing her overall chubby roundness in face and figure … vanished. For another; Tracey immediately gained four inches in height (from 5.4 to 5.8) and her previously dull and unkempt appearing black hair, now hung like shinning 'Silk River' down over her shoulders to end at the small of her back. Her once scared and pimpled face was now 'smooth and unmarked' while showing a healthy amount of permanent 'tan'; indicating a partial 'India' heritage 'mix' somewhere in the far past of her family tree.

Tracey had also trimmed down considerably, but would still be considered by many as a: 'big-boned' girl. She wasn't overweight per-say, but there was clearly some robust meat on the girl. Tracey was neither totally devoid of figure like Hermione, nor did she resemble the huge busted bimbos as seen in an adult wizarding magazine. - Being Muggle-born her-self: Tracey's overall shape indicated to Hermione a muscled body frame, that was half-way between the extra fluff softness of a Lavender type and an extremely overly developed frame of a Muggle (female) body-builder.

Tracey's shoulders; were broad and clearly muscled even in her Muggle-style clothing, which was the normal attire for a Hogsmeade Saturday. - Her modest skirt showed a fair amount of leg, with her upper thighs displaying an usual amount of muscle strength in comparison to your stereotypical 'soft' late-teenage girl.

She had a long face with bright emerald green eyes that were totally fixated on Neville. And her glasses had changed as well, from ugly and unappealing into the crescent-moon shape spectacles once favored by the late Albus Dumbledore and these 'reading glasses' all but screamed intelligent beauty. And last but not least she was panting heavily in a manner that reminded Hermione most of her-self when she was feeling extra horny for Ron.

Hermione stood transfixed with gob smacked amazement as Tracey crossed the short distance (a few steps) between the Slytherin and Gryffindor tables as Neville with his back fully turned to his own table and still seated, turned to face the approaching black haired girl, wearing glasses. - - It was clear to Hermione, when Neville's expression didn't change (at all) during her remarkable transformation, that Neville had never seen her beach-ball persona. Tracey was in Hermione's personal option; a-bit overly muscular to regarded as genuinely feminine, but as a far too 'hyper critical' pipe-cleaner figured … no longer an extreme feminist, she didn't feel in any position to complain about the huge difference in types of girls, that boys found attractive.

Tracey cheeks were now flushed and the speed of her panting had intensified, with a deeply lust filled expression on her face. - Neither she nor Neville gave any thought to their surroundings; as 'without a word spoken', the horny girl pulled off her reading glasses (tossing them on the table beside Neville) before sitting down across his lap with her right arm wrapped around his neck. The two stared into each other's eyes for a-bit, before Tracey leaned-in and shamelessly and extra passionately *full bore* began; French-kissing the apprenticed botanist … senseless.

To the precious few who bore witnesses to this cross house dating miracle, the biggest surprise wasn't Tracey's devouring a boy she had never spoken to before, the stunner was Neville reaching under her skirt … between her legs and openly began fondling … her crotch.

No one in the great Hall interfered, not even the teaching staff at the head table. Tracey didn't object either … instead her head tilted slowly back, her eyes closed and she uttered a deep moan of pure pleasure, confirming Hermione's suspicion that Neville had unfretted access to Tracey's Venus mound. –

Blushing like mad and feeling more than a-tad like a voyeur, Hermione instinctively turned away and while looking around the Great Hall was once again gob smacked; as other 'new' couples … and old (much more than just a hand full) began to openly engaged in spontaneous 'foreplay', with tiny fingers going down blokes trousers and big hands reaching under jumpers to explore 'teat meat'. The most bizarre part of this spectacle was the fact that meanwhile, there were others … sometimes seated 'right next' to these foreplay engaged couples … continuing their normal eating activity as if totally oblivious to the semi-orgy beginning right next to where they sat. –

Stranger still: there were a surprising number of cross house foreplay going on; beyond Tracey devouring Neville - Lisa Turpin and Su Li both of Ravenclaw had invaded the Hufflepuff table to make their Anam Cara conquests. Padma Patil (another raven) could be seen leaning into Dean Thomas whose back was pressed against the wall and gently snogging him - Two Puffs: Susan Bones and Megan Jones; were attacking Ernie Macmillan and Wayne Hopkins respectively (both boys Ravenclaw's).

This was apparently the year of the Anam Cara _love-match 'aggressive' female, for apparently Daphne Greengrass was no longer fixated on her sister Astoria chatting-up (with overly thick flattery) the slimy ferret (Draco was soaking it up too) - instead just like Tracey had done; Daphne had also abandoned any 'internal' Anam Cara match-up with a fellow Slytherin and she was now among the Hufflepuff seventh year boys; snogging intensely a 'unidentified' boy seated between Zacharias Smith and Justin Finch-Fletchley. Hermione couldn't see the boys face; because Daphne was too busy 'snogging' it.

'Oh darn … it seems that most of the male snake's were incapable of a 'selfless act of Love', Hermione said to her-self in observation …while beaming in delight.

The sheer number of students engaged in the opening stages of massive cross-house breeding was enough of a stunning sight to unnerve Hermione, but she was pleased to note that in most cases … but not all; it was the girl that had uncompromisingly 'sought out' their soul mates (Girl power) and Hermione seeing this was extremely overjoyed. It was way beyond odd for Hermione to see a totally unexpected 'monogamous' orgy breaking-out right next to their totally unaffected peers. –

After watching the love-fest going on around her (for awhile) the rapidly aroused bookworm turned to make a comment to Harry and Ginny on what was happening … however; she was stunned once again to see that; Ginny's rump now was planted on the table with Harry sitting between her spread legs. Ginny's discarded jeans (and knickers) laid on the table next to Harry's left hand with Ginny's jumper and bra had been pulled all the way up, her blouse wide open with one of Harry's hands …fondling an exposed breast; while his head was buried in Ginny's muff, happily devouring her … Venus mound.

As her own hand reached to caress her jumper covered bosom; Hermione 'by mere chance' … looked up and saw the Anam Cara Medallion floating in mid air over the exact center of the Great Hall… glowing like mad. The odd thing was that the medallions usual golden glow now had a bluish tint to it. - She smiled slightly as she looked, knowing that Luna had seen the same thing. - Ron's blue magic was indeed connected to the Anam Cara; and Hermione just assumed that the medallion was 'borrowing' part of Ron's 'doggy' magic to 'double' the range and intensity of the medallions …reach.

Only now did Hermione question yet-again, who had made the medallion; although the crazy idea of it being made by a Celtic God … remained; rubbish in her view. The very notion that the_ "Three Fates'_ (she didn't believe in them …either) of ancient Greece, had somehow arranged for her (years in advance) to find lifelong happiness with Ron was ridiculous … wasn't it? - The entire concept of 'fate' was just as equally logical … as the silly idea that magic was even remotely real?

She was nearly bent over in desperate carnal need, by now - her core dripping wet in c*ck hunger. She looked down at the wand in her hand and saw the bluish glow of her magical connection to Ron, clear as daylight. There was no fighting this frantic urge to mate (even in public view). - As without even looking in Ron's direction with a slight flick of her wand all clothing below the waist on her Anam Cara soul-mate was pulled down to his knees. Luckily Hermione was wearing that morning, a crotch-less set of knickers which perfectly complimented her recently shaved *bald* vagina region.

What little remain of Hermione's rational mind, took in 'one last time' with utter amazement the two radically different Great Halls of that morning. The younger students (under the age of sixteen) and most of the Slytherin boys (from all years) were behaving normally for a Saturday morning breakfast, prior to the start of a Hogsmeade weekend. They were gathered in small groups by year and chatting excitedly about what they planned to do during the 'Hogsmeade' visit about to start.

A good number of sixth year students combined with a precious few … 'here and there' of the fifth years were snogging rather passionately,(mostly couples from different Houses) inspired no-doubt by the medallion, but at the same time these mid-teens couples weren't old enough for the medallion to allow 'wandering hands' or ripped off 'knickers'. Reassure that the medallion had minimum age standards when making a match, Hermione joyfully scanned the room again.

Tragically; Luna wasn't the only totally unaffected sixth year, but Hermione was equally sure that Luna was the only untouched observer that actually 'saw' what was going on; because there were visible tears of bitterness pouring down her face, mixed with intense interest and combined with sour frustration. - She stood against an outside wall talking to her-self (or the castle) chatting away about a Hogwarts orgy that no one would recall except for those 'few' that surrendered fully to the power of the Anam Cara. Hermione made a mental note to sit down with Luna (later) and get the details concerning how wide spread the breeding went that mourning.

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Having had by this point more than ample simulation, Hermione turned back to Ronald only to discover that my boyfriend/life mate was no longer - petrified. – With his trousers drawn down to his ankles and he sat calmly on the bench; next to where Harry and his sister were going at it (like newly-weds) looking extremely pleased and at peace, as he looked up at me standing over him … while I openly fondling my-self.

It was only at this time that I noticed that both of us were surrounded by his blue protective bubble – there were numerous ghosts in the Great Hall (by now) making gleeful noises as they happily watched all the human fornication currently going on (or about to) as well as their wonderment at all the other mortals, not even remotely aware at what their horny peers were doing. The ghosts (and house-elves too presumably) only source of real frustration was their inability to see what (my) Ron and I were doing within our privacy bubble.

(My) Ron said nothing; he just looked up at me with the unspoken question as to why he had been stunned … which remaining unanswered. - Apparently; being a romantic couple and sexual lovers hadn't changed - by one iota – the Head Girl (me) from hexing him whenever I thought he needed it. Which (come to think on it) was quite often.

Ron's beautiful c*ck was pointed at my core like a spear of pure deliciousness. And as I looked at his meat debating where to suck him off (I still hadn't tasted sperm directly from the source) or just F*ck him. I decided I couldn't delay my own release any longer so I turned around and lowered my-self down, using one hand to guide and impale my hungry quim all the way down onto (my) Ron's upright shaft.

A quick glance to the left showed Tracey Davis also bouncing hard … up and down on Neville's glistening manhood, moaning loudly about how good he felt inside her … while he held her in place with a two handed grip on her waist-line. I then glanced to my right where I saw Ginny was now flat on her back on top of the Gryffindor house table (legs thrust straight up in the air while resting a-top Harry's shoulders) being f*cked hard and deep while grunting and moaning extra loud. - No-one except for me heard her.

I too groaned deliciously as I slowly reached the very bottom of Ron's cock, filling me right down to his balls sack, the missing part of my soul reunited (yummy). – I knew that my coupling with Ron in the Great Hall that morning was not as frantic or rushed as Harry's or Neville; because my soul bonding with Ron was not as new as it was for Tracey and Ginny.

I vowed to myself …right then and there, that I would confess to (my) Ron that I was: 'head over heels in_ 'love' _with him'.

'To tell him as often as required, that I wasn't a victim anymore. And then I'd turn magical courtship *arse over elbows* by asking Ron to marry me, after graduation. Equal rights for witches meant I didn't have to sit on my bun and wait for (my) Ron to pop the question.

'I still opposed house-elf slavery (even if they didn't regard it as such) but I would only give a lip-service protest when Tweaky joined our household. That elf will help me give (my) Ron the four children that Luna envisioned. - But convincing Ron that he was my chosen life mate was for later. I have to start thinking long-term and fully embrace Ron's incrementalism ideas of changing/improving magical creature's civil-rights'. I said all of this to my-self as I soaked on his baby-maker (a delightful thought … 'baby-maker')

"Did I get this right, you want to marry me" the thought came into my head. - Startled; I looked down and saw (my) Ron smiling up at me. 'God bless' telepathy. Apparently being 'petrified' had zero negative effect on our mental connection.

"Yes … is my answer to your ever so progressive proposal", Ron replied out loud? – "After all: it's the logical thing to do under these circumstances".

"I assume you heard everything during your imitation of a statue?"- I asked to him also out-loud, while having a perfectly rational conversation with my fiancée, in the Great Hall, surrounded by all of our age-peers … while sitting fully impaled on his deliciously erect - C*CK. - He smiled at me and nodded his head in agreement, beaming-up at me with that sweet lopsided grin of his, that always made me melt (this is my life now… Hooray). –

"There are also the logistic details to consider", I rambled on as if this was no different than countless other chats we had shared in the Great Hall. "We still have this term to finish_ and convincing your parents that a shrew like me, is in love with their youngest son, isn't going to be easy either. We need to go into Hogsmeade with the others today - and pick out an engagement ring and our wedding bands. I need to get a job and we need to find a flat in London".

"Say it please … and out loud so I can hear it. The three words I have waited for since the Yule-Ball" came the emotion filled thought

"I love you", I said to (my) Ron …with my warmest smile.

Loads of Blue bubble fireworks galore followed, which I felt down to the cellular level of my soul. I didn't want to stop the euphoria I felt; I didn't want to lesson my desire to share his bed every night. I still didn't buy one hundred percent into the god theory; but I had no desire to end the happiness I felt either. -

I truly enjoyed his (bigger, longer and thicker) manhood … as I aggressively began to move up-and-down, my fully impaled dripping snatch as I sweetly savored every inch of his rock-hard c*ck. – I smiled again as I thought of Harry's smaller pecker, for I felt pure joy beyond description in the knowledge that I had gotten the bigger man in the trio.

Pleasure coursed through me and I began to moan … aloud; for I was in control as I assertively f*cked his baby maker in and out of me, embracing on so many different levels, every ounce of joy and contentment that (my) Ron had given me every day since the sixteenth of September … with my last conscious thought as I exploded into the first of many earth shattering orgasm I would enjoy that day … was:

MINE!

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** I hope you liked my Hollywood remake of a true classic and my ending it with a bang!

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** By the way, Daphne was snogging/ and later had in public sex with: Wayne Hopkins of Hufflepuff - - Lavenders fate most regretfully was sealed by JKR cannon as was Tracey Davis but in the Billybob multiverse both girls live full and happy lives. As for Seamus, he never really matures enough to settle down with anyone.

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