Penthuisiast

SD: CH129 - Ritual

The end of the line had arrived.

I stared, slowly, at the body in front of me, watching the lights go out of Lucius’s eyes once and for all, feeling Lucius’s soul get dragged out of his body, and merge into the ritual circle below, activating it, right as Narcissa screamed, knowing that her husband had ruined everything for her right at the moment of his death.

Part of me could not believe that I had actually come this far. Part of me did not believe that I had actually done i...

SD: CH128: Death

Lucius knew his time had come.

There had been something whispering in his ear for the longest time. A certain something which told him from the very moment he had faced the Dark Lord back in Albania that a grave and fatal future was hanging over his head. He had dismissed it as his instincts reacting from the Dark Lord’s presence. The man was temperamental even on the best of days, and restrained in that frail form had not improved his attitude.

If he had to put a finger on it, ...

SD: CH127: Endgame Part 2

“Expecto Patronum,” Harry Potter intoned, and a dazzling, bright hippogriff patronus erupted out of his wand. “Go to Amelia Bones. Tell her that the French delegate Sebastian Delacour and his daughter Fleur are here. They need help immediately.”

He paused for a moment, and conjured a little vial. Wordless transfiguration, without the proper wand movements too. Fleur couldn’t help but wonder why this… what Harry Potter was doing as a third-year passout in sc...

SD: CH126 - Endgame Part 1

Lucius Malfoy didn’t believe in karma. But if he did, he’d claim that karmic jokes came in trios.

The spectral army, arising out of the dead and gone, raised by an unknown necromancer, had slaughtered his people.

Those that survived the spectral apocalypse were finding themselves facing the wands of the remnants of the crippled DMLE.

And Potter’s bestial form had utterly destroyed his personal army that was supposed to kill Sebastian Delacour and his half-breed daughte...

SD: CH125 - Retribution Part 3

What’s the first thing you do when you’re about to transform into a malevolent demon and tear people left, right and centre? Especially when said transformation would only be heightened by the effect of a twisted Family Magic you have been feeding your blood and magic since the last couple of months? 

Yep. That’s right. Carefully unbutton your shirt and pants, put them in a pouch along with other wearables, and stick it nice and safe on the largest tree you could find.

...

SD:CH124 - Retribution Part 2

Somewhere in the darkness of the forest, Lucius Malfoy looked at all the chaos his plans had unfolded that night and scowled.

He had his Death Eater mask on. Misdirection was key, and should the DMLE, or whatever remained of it, ever learn of his involvement, his life was forfeit. No amount of gold could convince Cornelius to keep him alive, if the people of Wizarding Britain united against him. It would be inconvenient, until the Dark Lord’s plans progressed a bit further. No, this t...

SD: CH123 - Retribution Part 1

Amelia Bones had always been a pragmatic woman, choosing efficiency over flamboyance, specificity over mystery, science, logic and law over abstract concepts such as faith and trust. In her mind, it was easier to follow the law, even if the law was poorly legislated, mandated or executed, because it provided a framework, a line between right and wrong, even if it was in the legal sense of the term. Her traumatic experience that began with the Potter’s demise only bolstered the idea that rul...

SD: CH122 - Fragile

As the Greengrass heiress and a notable descendant of House Selwyn, Daphne never had a lack of public attention. But if you asked people privately what they thought of her, they would describe her in ways that most people wouldn’t approve. Perhaps it went without saying that Daphne didn’t put a lot of stock in approval. She was talented, and smart, but above that — at least according to everyone that looked at her — she was beautiful, and being gifted approval for something that had b...

SD: CH121 - Walking By Twilight

Alone inside the depths of the burning stadium, I smiled as I sat in meditation.

I smiled, and in my eyes, the whole forest was reflected as my gaze kept growing. A world burning. A world silenced. At the same time, I saw the entire site and each separate part of it as its own component, the burning timbers as part of the spectral trees, the destruction as part of the magic being cast by negative emotions channeled by the attackers, the broken branches and charred bones on the floor for...

SD: CH120 - Nightmare At The World Cup Part 3

This is really good tea,” said Lucius smiling as he sampled the tea that the woman had served him. “You truly have excellent taste.”

The woman let out a girlish laugh. “How you flatter me, Lord Malfoy! But yes, my late husband preferred the Eastern blends, but every now and then I managed to convince him to get something different.”

Lucius decided not to comment about how there were rumours about the mysterious disappearance of her husband.

“I can taste a mix of ...

SD:CH119 - Nightmare At The World Cup Part 2

Emmeline Vance considered what she had just been through, and for the first time in many, many years, was not certain what to make of it.

The explosion at the stadium was a shock, both on a personal level, and as a Ministry personnel. As  Head Obliviator, she had been on a first-name basis with many of the DMLE, especially the Senior staff. Hell, Amelia Bones made it a point to run the new recruits through her psychic evaluation before giving them the nod for Cadet-ship. Seeing so ...

SD: CH118 - Nightmare At The World Cup Part 1

Deeper into the woods, Hestia and Emmeline were rushing in as fast as they could at the sounds of the screams that penetrated into the heart of the forest. Emmeline had cast the fog-making charm Nebulus as they ran, making it difficult for anyone to follow them. The anti-apparition and anti-portkey wards were still out there, but they didn’t prevent anyone from physically crossing those wards and walking in. An obvious defect in the planning, which was what probably allowed the werewolves t...

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SD: CH117 - Necromancy 101

It hurt. It hurt so much.

Amelia screamed and screamed as her entire body was engulfed by an unyielding tide of energy. Fires roared within her, seeping from the pores of her skin, while an arctic tundra threatened to submerge her beneath the weight and all-consuming coldness of a glacier. Her eyes burned and shrivelled in her sockets, only to heal almost instantly, and be burned again. Her entire body flailed like it was being crushed from all directions, her soul screaming to...

Hestia Jones

SD: CH116 - Desperation Part 2

Amelia Bones lay dead on the floor. A muggle doctor would’ve pronounced that ‘brain death’ was equivalent to the state of ‘real death’ but I knew better. Her lifeforce had depleted, her magic fading, and her soul was slowly sundering itself from its earthly bonds, the process delayed by the World Anchorage that tethered me to her. I had other tethers, of course, so Amelia’s death wouldn’t remove me from this Reality, and wouldn’t magically affect me except a loss of a 100 unit...

Nymphadora Tonks

SD: CH115 - Desperation

In 1849, French writer Jean-Baptiste Alphonse Karr wrote ‘plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose’ — the more things change, the more they stay the same. In other words, despite apparent changes or advancements in society, certain fundamental aspects or patterns remain unchanged over time. The muggle probably didn’t know it, but his wise words certainly applied to a whole lot of things other than societal changes and aspects.

Like time-travel.

Or reality...

Emmeline Vance

SD: CH114 - Decadence Link

This is a mistake, thought Fleur Delacour as she ran through the empty corridors of the Quidditch stadium. The yells and shouts and moans of the audience reverberating through the empty corridors created a juxtaposition that did little to quell the curiosity and anxiety flooding through her veins. There was no mistaking the presence of a tremendously powerful Incubus in the Ministry Box, the same box that Harry Potter had stood. Merde, even the Italian Minister’s actions — fondli...

Narcissa Malfoy

Yeah, her picture was put up earlier. But she's going to be mightily relevant now, hence just a reminder of how she looks.

Fleur Delacour

SD: CH113 - Fleur Delacour

Fleur Delacour hated her life.

No, it wasn’t just because she was having to sit amidst thousands of testosterone-charged, sweaty pigs called wizards, as they yelled and brayed and threw their hats and their coin down at the spectacle that was the ongoing Quidditch World Cup. It wasn’t because of her veela nature, that attracted the feelthy Eenglish pigs to her enchanting presence, not that she needed it, since her enchanting beauty was enough to draw too much attention rega...

SD: CH112 - Setting The Pieces

The inside of the World Cup stadium was jam packed with people. Salesmen were apparating every few feet, carrying trays and pushing carts full of extraordinary merchandise. There were luminous rosettes - green for Ireland, red for Bulgaria - which were squealing the names of the players, pointed green hats bedecked with dancing shamrocks, Bulgarian scarves adorned with lions that really roared, flags from both countries that played their national anthems as they were waved; there were tiny mo...

SD: CH111 - Disruption

Tall, white-haired, coldly elegant in black robes of the finest quality. One hand gripping a silver-handled cane which took on the character of a deadly weapon just by being in that hand. His eyes regarded the entire room with the dispassionate quality of an executioner as he stepped into the room, a man to whom killing was not painful, or even deliciously forbidden, but a routine activity like breathing.

That was the man who had, just that moment, stood outside the open door.

“...

SD: CH110 - Charade Part 2

Anastasia never put much stock in the entire myth of the Boy-Who-Lived.

Then, Harry Potter entered her life like a maelstrom less than a week ago, and upturned everything. What began as a way to save her husband’s interests and play a part in his plan to saddle the Boy-Who-Lived with their eldest Daphne in a ploy to rob him off the legendary Potter fortune, quickly turned into Anastasia herself lying on the bed, screaming her lungs out while Harry fucking Potter shoved his mighty cock...

SD: CH109 - Charade

Draco Malfoy was only mildly surprised when he walked into the dining room of the Malfoy tent and saw Daphne Greengrass eating lunch with his mother.

Bugger, he thought, irritated. It was no secret that he was sick to death of being forced into the company of the girl. There was no doubt that both she and her sister Astoria came from good breeding stock, even for Selwyn-spawn. In the off-chance that something happened to Androcles Selwyn, the current heir and Daphne’s uncle, it would ...

SD: CH108 - The World Cup Pt. 2

Alone in the Bones tent, I sat on the bed. Susan Bones stood in front of me, naked as the day she was born, her red hair tied back in a long ponytail, and her eyes looking at me in appreciation and excitement.

“Do as I have taught you.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, and turned around and folded, resting on her knees, her hands stretched forward and balancing her weight against her palms. Her giant melons hung freely, and her tantalisingly wet pussy invited me as she raised her maj...

SD: CH107 - The World Cup Part 1

I left Penelope’s room in the early hours of the morning.

One of the perks of being a powerful wizard was the ability to function with little periods of sleep. Good for me, for by the time it was nine, the entire Weasley household was a chattering engine with everyone prodding everyone else to get ready. Much like the books, Mr. Weasley, who looked eerily similar to his movie counterpart, had gotten a portkey scheduled for eleven in the morning to depart to the Quidditch Cup site, and...

SD: CH106 - When Dreams Come True

Surreal.

It was in the middle of the night. Penelope was in William Weasley’s room, while the Weasleys and Hermione were deep asleep. The only exception to that was Percival, who was currently lying on the floor, frozen under her petrifaction hex, plus a supersensory charm to ensure he got a ‘larger-than-life’ experience.

And she was in Harry Potter’s arms.

But that wasn’t the surreal part. The surreal thing about it was that unlike the other times, this was no dre...