Warning - Sexual Content Ahead
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"My birthday is on Sep 19, what about yours?" It was Hermione, the one who initiated the talk, but to be honest, she just wanted to know, Lucifer's birthday.
".... Birthday? Sorry, but I don't remember that, it's been eons since I was born.." Lucifer was also quite stunned by this question, because he really didn't know this answer.
"....." Hermione, didn't know what to say anymore, "It's okay, if you don't wan-"
"I'm not lying, Granger...."
'This again' Even though, Lucifer mentioned about forgetting his own birthday, and that face, it didn't look like he was lying either, but, it's just she couldn't understand. 'I know he likes to overstate, and talks about bizarre things....but eons? Yeah, right....'
"Okay."
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Lucifer didn't just waste his time studying after receiving that admission letter from Hogwarts, but directly investigated those two routes.
Especially this, Knockturn alley....
There were many weird, but awesome stuff, that you can buy, after paying quite a beautiful price, of course. And, there's one thing, at which his eyes are fixed upon, that Two-way Mirror, which can be directly used to solve the problem of long-distance communicating.
Besides, Maze hasn't sent another letter yet, that can only mean, she's busy doing her job.
So, Lucifer decided to go, and check up to the Owlery later, but for now, he went back down to Common Room.
And, saw Harry and Ron sitting in there, playing Wizard's Chess, "What are you two doing?" He asked curiously.
"Ron's teaching me how to play Wizard's Chess," Harry said, making a move that his pieces chastised him for.
"And, how is that going for you?" Lucifer asked rhetorically.
"Not well for him," Ron said with a grin on his face, "You wanna try after?"
"No thanks, I don't want to destroy your already fragile ego," Lucifer said smugly.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Ron asked, looking up from the board.
"Nothing, so how long have you two been playing?" He asked them.
"Since we woke up about an hour ago," Harry said in a way that made it seem like he had been keeping track of how long he's been suffering humiliating defeats to Ron.
"Sounds rough... well, I'm gonna go and find Abbott to have some fun," Lucifer, then gave his two finger salute and walked out of the Common Room.
"I don't think, Hermione would like that...."
It was Harry, who muttered behind Lucifer's back, but even his shadow already disappeared from the room.
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Talking about the said girl, Hermione was sitting alone in an empty compartment, with a dejected expression on her face, and then looked out from the window.
She realised, that Hogwarts train would probably reach King's cross station in about half an hour or so.
That's why, she decided to remove the evidence, which was none other than the bottle, containing her medicine, stated by Dr. Martin, for those headaches, "They were supposed to make them go away, but instead, it got even worse after coming here...."
Indeed, Hermione realised, the day she started to take these pills like mentioned on the schedule, not even her pain got worse, but she couldn't even do well in her practical lessons.
Result, when she paid a visit to the infirmary, Madam Pomfrey, told her about these medicines, acting as a barrier, which seemed to stop Hermione to use her magic from the core..... she directly stopped taking them, after hearing that, "I don't want to lose magic because of this....."
Open Window...
Hermione's eyes gazed between her flask, and then turned to look outside, 'I'll just have to be more alert.....these headaches are nothing, in comparison to stop going to Hogwarts....'
Her Grandpa had come, but without a magical escort, he couldn't access the platform, and had to wait just outside.
xxxxxx
In the days leading up to Christmas, Lucifer was constantly busy. Letters arrived from Hermione, again inviting him over for the summer holidays.
He gently declined.... There was also the matter of Lux's renovation to deal with over the break, and he had a lot of work to do.
He wrote brief replies, updating on his recent activities, but didn't engage in deeper conversation.
.....But on the bright side, he'd finally managed to master escaping Hogwarts, through Igris's shadow, which made things much more convenient. He could leave Hogwarts castle as he pleased, under Dumbledore's nose, even leaving a magical signature behind for covering his tracks.
xxxxxx
And so, the calendar flipped to December 24th.
London gave the city a proper winter wonderland-snow drifted gently across the rooftops, adding to the festive spirit. Fir trees, dressed in twinkling fairy lights and shimmering lucky stars, stood proudly in front yards---- as Lucifer stared far into the kilometres in gigantic buildings.
Humans were social creatures. When everyone around you celebrates something, you eventually start doing the same.
This was the power of collective will, or perhaps shared belief---an invisible force that slowly, subtly reshaped behavior and thought.
Lucifer couldn't skip the most iconic dish: turkey. He tried it out of curiosity and felt that dry, chewy texture vividly. Nowhere near Sebas's or even Hannah's level of course, but still good enough.
The long Gryffindor' table was set with all sorts of dishes. Lucifer sat on his usual seat---facing empty chairs.
----Not even Harry or Ron came to sit in front. For a moment, he just stared into space. 'This... might be the loneliest Christmas I'd ever had.'
In past eons, there had always been his ever loyal demons beside him. This year, he was the only one left.
Wait. Not alone.... With a thought, he opened his fourth dimension, "Merry Christmas, everyone."
...
"Merry Christmas, Lord Lucifer!!"
xxxxxx
There had always been countless theories about the origin of wizardkind... Though the "magical creature origin" theory wasn't mainstream, it had its believers.
That school of thought claimed that in ancient times, before humans ever existed, magical creatures roamed the world, each with unique powers.
When humanity eventually emerged, they interbred with those beings, gaining magical bloodlines--and that's where 'wizards' came from.
More radical versions claimed that goblins, humans, centaurs, and house-elves once shared a common ancestor, diverging along different evolutionary branches.
"Naturally, such ideas were seen as heretical and were shunned-after all..... they lowered the prestige of 'wizards' as the dominant species of the magical world..."
Lucifer couldn't sleep at all.
Some suspected the Dumbledore family carried blood of the phoenix---explaining why a phoenix would occasionally appear in their line.
And Voldemort?
Even watching his photos in old newspapers, he had long suspected Voldemort's transformation into that 'snake-like monstrosity' wasn't just due to dark magic. The Dark Lord had likely fused with the bloodline of some magical creature.
----There were even rumours of Godric Gryffindor' being merged to Fire dragon's bloodline.
Everyone in the magical world knew how deadly fire dragons were: armored scales, scorching breath, razor-sharp claws-any of which could spell death for a wizard.
Even trained Dragon Wranglers needed coordinated teams of ten or more to subdue one safely-and even that was only to capture, not kill.
Killing one? That came with a whole new level of risk.
"If only poisoning were allowed..."
Use magic to launch it from a distance, just a splash, and it's scall will rot, then it's flesh, even an iron stomach wouldn't last an hour.
Gryffindor House is traditionally associated with the element of Fire, symbolized by its scarlet and gold colors---The dragon is a fire-breathing creature that perfectly embodies this house's fierce, bold, and passionate nature.
Link to dragons within Gryffindor House, the only known fact to Lucifer, was the disease known as 'Dragon Pox!'
Fleamont and Euphemia Potter: Harry Potter's paternal grandparents. They had James late in life and tragically caught 'dragon pox', passing away within days of each other shortly after James and Lily were married.
Mr. and Mrs. Goldstein: The parents of the American witches Tina and 'Queenie Goldstein' (Author of the Crimes of Grindelwald) caught the disease and died while the sisters were young toddlers.
He paused before reading, 'And they can fly.... If it senses mortal danger and decides to escape, you couldn't even stop it.'
Lucifer almost blurted out loudly,'Isn't that what broomsticks are for? You can just chase it down on one!' Then, he closed the book shut in mild irritation of the author.
His mood soured instantly.
He sighed in frustration. So many spells, so many books, so little time!' And not nearly enough useful ones for a situation like this to find this Flamel.
----As if, the man had almost disappeared from history books entirely. Who was this?
He regretted playing the goody 'two-shoes' at school just to keep Dumbledore off his back. If he hadn't wasted time with that charade, he'd at least have a few deadly curses, or knew about Flamel, in his arsenal by now.
At this point, he really wondered if Dumbledore killed the man, and erased his existence from Hogwarts.
Wait? Knocturn Alley, Restricted Section. Talk about Christmas Eve, Lucifer suddenly remembered something he'd read, they don't even give special meals in Nurmengard.
It only has one Squib watching over 'Gellert Grindelwald', whose meals have been the same for decades, he wondered, if decayed man was sick of eating them for so long-----
"Should I send a turkey there? Haha..."
Seriously, even Azkaban offers 'holiday' perks. Lucifer clicked his tongue, as he started to read that book again for the third time, "Grindelwald had it rough, at least in Azkaban, there were fellow inmates to yell at, drop soap with... maybe even get a visitor or write a letter."
But Nurmengard? It was just Grindelwald and four stone walls, don't ask how Lucifer knew so much about Azkaban. Let's just say....he has his 'devilish charms.'
Slytherin students never lacked relatives serving 'extended' stays there.....At this point, he was starting to think Azkaban was just another branch of this house.
The books don't say much, not even Slytherins's knew, about his duel with the Headmaster Dumbledore. Just that it was a 'legendary battle'.
'This is one of the Darkest spells in the Wizarding history, Grindelwald's own creation---- Protego Diabolica.'
'Albus Dumbledore... one of the rare Transfiguration' master's of our time, he was seen fighting with Gellert countless times.'
'Among the creatures he transfigures, dragons are his signature weapon.'
'Gellert Grindelwald developed this spell specially to counter him.'
Those were his words, "You must control it. Command if, if you can't even rein in your own magic, then you are worthless----"
"Any wizard who cast spells they can't control... is trash."
Lucifer suddenly remembered reading an article, two Durmstrangs young wizards who had quite literally died by their own 'Fiendfyre curse!'
"This is the difference between white and black magic...."
Black Magic? You jump straight into the deep end. Even the three 'Unforgivables' are fair game, if you are bold enough.
Not that they'd be particularly useful against dragons. Not directly, anyway. Even a 'Killing Curse' won't take one down, at best it gives the dragon a nosebleed.
"No against them, like Gellert did, you needed Protego Diabolica-- or violent, elemental destruction...."
xxxxxx
It was Christmas Morning, Lucifer had woken up before Harry and Ron.
His present to Hermione had already been delivered, according to the response he got back from Maze, and now, Rowena, was standing beside him on the chair's arm, looking at him inquisitively before gazing down at the "one present" he had on his lap.
The floor around his curtains was piled high with packages---his Christmas presents. There had to be nearly a dozen in total.
----Instead of diving straight into unwrapping like a greedy kid on Christmas morning, Lucifer first organized the packages by sender.
And, picked up Hermione's first.
He'd honestly been kind of afraid to open it, because, the last thing he got as a present, was this ring.... from Lilith, she directly gave away her immortality. Very scary....
That's why, he was slightly nervous by this, and looked up at Rowena, who just looked him dead in the eye.
Then, Lucifer also stared back, refusing to back down now that they had initiated the eye-contact.
It wasn't long before she broke and flew up to his shoulder, "I'm honestly a little afraid to open this, Rowena... what if it's embarrassing for whatever reason?"
Only, Rowena wasn't the one who answered this question, it was Eve, his cat, who 'meowed' at him.
To be honest, Lucifer didn't really expect an answer that was in actual words, but, he could tell, Eve didn't look amused, and so was Rowena.
He sighed and unwrapped the gift, deciding to get it over with.
What he saw was a bit of a surprise; Hermione had gotten him a Wizarding book, 'the Greatest Wizards in History.'
Lucifer smiled and realized how excited he was, for the first time in his long years, to go ahead and use a "gifted item" with such enthusiasm.
She had also sent a magical desk lamp that glowed softly and came with a note: 'Take care of your eyes. Don't end up nearsighted like Harry.'
It wasn't expensive, but he could feel the care behind it. After that, he pulled out a little notebook---it has written names of every student whom he's sent gifts to, and he'd expected in return from, "present." or wishes.
Even normal greeting would do, this little notebook was also full of unknown names that had nothing to do with Wizarding world, whom he had contracts, deals, etc. listed.
And, pages didn't seem to be of ending, if any you could even scroll past a ten thousand, and it still would go on, all within boundaries of 120 pages organised.
---Then, meticulously, he checked off names one by one against the postcards and gift tags.
His logic was simple: 'Just because someone gives you a gift doesn't mean they're your friend... but if they don't even bother with a gift, not even a perfunctory one, then they're not worth your attention.'
With his list completed, then he began opening other gifts. Candies, magazines, or basic magical trinkets and models----They weren't expensive, but that wasn't the point. It was the gesture that counted.
Lucifer himself had sent out similar modest gifts---after all, nobody liked someone who tried too hard. Still, some gifts stood out in value, and were kinda unexpected!'
Yorkshire Carrow sent a gemstone, studded brooch that had been enchanted with a 'warming charm.' Though he could tell it would only last a few months before the magic faded, it was still worth dozens of Galleons based on materials alone.
Burke gave a wand--cleaning kit--a rare set Lucifer had seen at Ollivanders, priced even higher than some wands.
----He was almost certain old Garrick Ollivander made most of his profits from overpriced accessories.
Zabini, took the simplest and most direct approach: 50 Galleons in cash for his helpful advice in Transfiguration, which he was struggling with, but Lucifer couldn't deny the kid had a talent in brewing potions. Take a look at his Sleeping Draught, and you would know----
Lucifer loved that. Clean, useful, no nonsense. Even students from other Houses had sent gifts----for a moment, he wondered whether they were compelled to, because he did?
----Susan Bones gave a book on wizarding law.
---Hannah Abbott sent a pouch of beef jerky. Lucifer tasted it---pretty good, though a bit bland for his heavily seasoned palate.
Harry sent a knitted greenish silver scarf, embroidered with a 'Slytherin venomish--snake' hissing at others--!
Seriously? Giving something like that to a Gryffindor' young cub?
Lucifer almost laughed. From anyone else, he'd consider it provocation. But Harry? He didn't have a devious bone in his body. If he disliked someone, there was no way he'd be sending them presents.
The Weasley twins sent-naturally-ten Dungbombs.
Then there was Neville. He gifted Lucifer a Remembrall and included a 'thank-you' note. Apparently, his grandmother had finally agreed to let him get a new wand, and it had made spellcasting so much easier.
Though she still wasn't satisfied, the improvement was undeniable.
Lucifer smiled faintly. That was all he'd intended to do---help a classmate with a toxic 'helicopter grandma' It reminded him too much of his own meddling, controlling parents----
He kept opening presents. One was a letter from Snape. It only said: 'After break, another duel.'
Lucifer stared at the note, expressionless. That was a threat, wasn't it? It definitely felt like a threat. And here he'd gone and sent Snape a Christmas gift!
What gift, you ask?
A book titled "How to Win the Witch of Your Dreams"
The man was over thirty and still single-not even a cat, let alone a child. Someone had to intervene.
But nope! Instead of appreciation, Lucifer got a challenge. He huffed and tossed the letter aside.
Next up was a gift from Daphne.
Wrapped in silver-embossed parchment and sealed with emerald wax of the Greengrass estate, Daphne's Christmas present to Lucifer was a masterclass in cold, aristocratic luxury.
....At its heart lay a 1,000-thread-count Giza Egyptian cotton sheet set in an abyssal obsidian black, heavier than mortal silk and cool as winter frost to the touch. Layered over it was a heavyweight, midnight-'emerald' duvet filled with pure, double-stranded Mulberry silk, designed to tame even the most infernal heat into a cocoon of decadent weight.
To complete the set, she had chosen matching 'twenty-five' momme silk pillowcases paired with structured European shams in a deep, crushed charcoal velvet, adding an old-world majesty that mirrored a royal court.
It was a gift devoid of trivial holiday sentimentality, offering instead the tactile indulgence, pristine elegance, and commanding dark palette that both a Slytherin heiress and the Lord of Hell could truly appreciate.
Coming from the Sacred Twenty-Eight, Daphne Greengrass would only purchase the absolute finest material. She avoided tacky "holiday prints" in favour of timeless, high-society textures like silk and premium cotton.
Truly a Christmas gift fitting both the elite pure-blood status of Daphne Greengrass (the "Ice Queen" of Slytherin) and the dark, regal tastes of Lucifer, who let out a chuckle at the choice of colours.
There was a note stuck to it: 'Look into the parchment and say my name.'
----Lucifer did as instructed, having already figured how it actually worked, after all he'd sent a similar gift to Hermione.
"Daphne. Daphne Greengrass."
....The paper shimmered. A second later, her smiling face appeared, framed inside.
"Morningstar, You're finally up. It's almost ten."
He grinned, "I was busy unwrapping gifts. Yours, I saved for last. This cover set truly matches my aesthetic-- um, it's a two-way paper, right?"
It's principle was similar to that of a two-way mirror, akin to a magical video call, but only functional between paired mirrors.
However, parchments such as these are very expensive and one time use only just like howlers.
And, 'One-on-one' only. For what he gifted Hermione though, both parties needed a matching mirror. Judging by the background behind Daphne, she was in her bedroom.
It was huge-definitely over 100 square meters-with soft, pastel furnishings that practically screamed "princess."
The girl was wearing a cute sleepdress and was lounging on a plush carpet that---was that... unicorn hair?
Lucifer blinked. Once again, he was reminded just how absurdly wealthy the 'Greengrasses were.' Looks like, her house could even give a tough competition to his own Lux's penthouse, and he would have to re-figure some enchantments of the structures completely from scratch.
"Mhm. I am glad you liked, those sheets also have Unicorn fur embedded," Daphne said cheerfully. Then her smile turned suspicious, "So... what did Hermione give you?"
"A lamp, and a book," Lucifer answered, holding'm up, "Said it's for eye protection, so I don't turn into a bespectacled Potter."
He smirked. "Did you get my gift?"
"I did," Daphne said, holding up two items.
One was a not-so-attractive knitted vest. The other---a glass bottle filled with red liquid. She looked a little hesitant, "This stuff... it's safe to drink, right? I won't turn into a vampire or anything?"
Praise be to nature-or more accurately, noble gift of the Re'em-for giving Lucifer a Christmas present that was actually worth presenting.
The hide of the Re'em, after being soaked in a potion of his own design, had become even more resistant to magic. Lucifer had tested it himself---his outfit could now block multiple stunning spells or even 'Petrificus Totalus.'
Sure, craftsmanship was a bit rough. It wasn't exactly fashionable. But it wasn't meant to be worn outside---it was hidden under his robes. Function over form. As for the Re'em's blood, that was even more valuable. It boosted 'physical strength.'
And general vitality---priceless compared to even the enchanted hide.
That was what he had gifted to Daphne after a careful decision, as for Hermione, he would give it when she came back, cause sending a strange red vial to the daughter of Muggle's family, from a boy didn't exactly fit right with him.
While others might've begged for such a gift, Daphne looked like she was terrified of it. Lucifer couldn't help but laugh at her reaction.
"How could you possibly turn into a vampire from this?" He chuckled, "Just treat it like medicine. Grit your teeth and drink it down. You'll survive....It'll make you stronger too. No more 'winter colds," Lucifer added, like a parent coaxing a stubborn child.
Scratch that--he was coaxing a child.
Daphne had already caught two colds this term. Her constitution was seriously lacking. Still, reassured by Lucifer's gentle tone, her resistance waned. She pouted, cheeks puffed up.
"Mum said the same thing... and told me to thank you properly. She said both gifts were incredibly precious."
Lucifer waved her thanks away, "With our relationship, what's there to thank me for?"
"Heehee, that's exactly what I told Mum too." With a mix of persuasion and playful teasing, he finally got Daphne to drink the vial of Re'em blood.
The taste made her scrunch her whole face up like she'd bitten into a lemon. Her delicate features twisted in disgust. Almost instantly, her pale skin turned bright pink---startling her enough to shriek.
Lucifer quickly explained it was a normal reaction, and she calmed down a little, but still hastily ended the call. She absolutely 'didn't want him to see her looking' like that.
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When he went downstairs, he found Harry and Ron already there.
Boy with "protagonist's narrative aura" looking neutral about Christmas morning. "What's that you got there?" He had asked Lucifer, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"A book that Hermione sent me," Lucifer showed him the cover, "I wasn't expecting much, honestly..."
"Same here, and I doubt I got---" Harry was cut off by Ron.
"Stop you right there, mate, you got something from Mum," Ron tossed him a present that was a bit lumpy.
He quickly opened it and looked curious about it being a sweater. "She made you a Weasley Jumper."
"A what?" Lucifer asked, not knowing about this tradition.
"Every year, Mum makes us Jumpers for Christmas.. but, it's obvious, why she didn't make one for you!" Ron said, smirking a little bit.
That left him dumbfounded, Lucifer didn't even thought about his reply, and cursed instead, "Fuck you, Weasely.... I don't even want that."
After that, he leaned back on his chair, when Ron pulled out another present for Harry, which was a cloak and there was even a letter inside the box as well.
That's why, Harry read the note quickly and then tried to put his cloak on, but it wasn't just an ordinary thing, "I know what that is!" Ron said loudly, "That's an Invisibility Cloak!"
Harry was also getting excited, and asked curiously, "Did it say who it was from?!"
"No, no name..." he said quietly, but, then surprisingly it was Lucifer who opened his mouth, "Can I take a look?" he sounded very polite, compared to the beautiful tone he used earlier, "Only, if you help me visit the Restricted section..."
This made, Lucifer sigh in his heart, to be honest, he didn't want to let these two know, about his secret pathways, "Fine..." he said, while grumbling under his breath. 'Very cheeky, Potter.'
----Gift to Harry, was a box specially enchanted to be invisible in No-maj, or Muggle's eyes, with extension, preservation and self-temperature adjusted charms cast in, to get his supply of "warm food" over the Summer break.
"This.... Cloak?" After using his fingers, to rub it over Harry's gift, Lucifer's brows furrowed slightly, not expecting such a thing to be around here, "It must be stolen....."
"Huh?" It was Ron, who made a dumb noise, and opened his stupid mouth again, "You are just bitter about Harry getting this Invisibility cloak!" Indeed, that's what the red-haired boy thinks in his heart.
"You know what, that brain of yours can really be passed for a toilet....I don't need this little thing to become invisible." Lucifer scoffed in disgust, and even thinking about needing such low stuff to fulfill his needs, it made his face ugly.
He doesn't value Reaper's job that much.... and, probably even looks down upon them. That's why, Lucifer didn't want their cloak, but the question is, how did this thing, even come into the hands of mortals....?
xxxxxx
Meanwhile, here at Granger's residence, during morning of Christmas, for the last two days, Hermione's mother, Jane, and her Grandfather, Wendell, did their best to cheer their pumpkin's mood.
It's just.... their own smiles were quite painful, most likely fake, because, their home wasn't bright, like usual.
After losing, Dan Granger, in that horrible car accident two years ago, was still fresh inside their mind, especially his distorted face, at the hospital, no longer being recognised as their....
It's not only that, Hermione, who was also inside the car with her father. They were just travelling back, from the supermarket, after purchasing some daily necessities.....
Besides, she also wanted to increase the number of books in her small collection, result, she didn't even wake up for two weeks, and suffered a heavy blow to her mind....
Only, able to survive because of Dan, who tried his utmost to cover her body.
Both Jane, and Wendell, almost lost everything that night---it destroyed their whole family, no longer that excited on holidays, such as Christmas...
And, Hermione, who was forced by her teachers, to take a small vacation, because of violent tendencies..... especially, towards the girls, who always bullied her.
Several cuts on their arms, result, she was forced to just stay inside her home, grounded by her mother, who, then spent most of these past two years isolated, stealing those books, from her father's library.
Even though, most of them shouldn't be read by a ten-year old, Hermione just stopped, giving that cute smile of hers altogether.
Only, her mother noticed after coming back from Professor McGonagall's trip, her daughter's mood has changed a bit, and there was a boy, whose name was constantly mentioned during their talks,
Lucifer Morningstar.
That's why, just to make sure, Wendell decided to take the chance, and make sure if this boy's really sincere or not?
And, now, Hermione Granger was opening her Christmas present, which was mainly just books from her long-distance cousins.
There were also some make up items, from her mother's best friend, which she just put aside casually, not interested at all.
Finally, she reached towards the last present, which was just mailed yesterday, by a person named, Mazikeen.
After gently unwrapping it, she found two mirrors inside, but it's not the small ones, that she had seen Lavender brown, using all the time, to adjust her face, trying to look more beautiful. 'I just wish, that she will have those disgusting pimples on her face!'
These were the perverted thoughts of Hermione Granger, while reading the small work book, that came inside that box.
×××××××
State the person's name, who has the 2nd mirror (Gold boundary), while pointing your wand at the 1st one, (Silver boundary).
It will connect both of them.
Thanks for purchasing our device.
×××××××
Even after, reading the letter twice, Hermione didn't give a response, which slightly made Jane worried, and she looked towards her daughter's face, with a look full of anxiety,
"Hermione....?
Only, the bushy-haired girl, didn't give any response to the question, which caused her grandfather Wendell, to directly stand up from his chair, and move towards the Christmas tree, "Pumpkin, Can I take a look?"
When Hermione heard, such a loud voice, from a very low distance, she came out of her thoughts, and made a dumb noise in response, "....yeah"
"....." Jane, she also decided to come over now, and read this note, which made her daughter go silent.
xxxxxx
"Hermione, it's already evening, can you please stop using this?!"
"You are just exaggerating, Mum. It's not that long!" A cheerful voice came from the stairs, to be exact, it leads to Hermione's room, she has been using Lucifer's gift, to call her mother, who was still very busy, preparing a feast for them at night.
"Whatever you say, pumpkin....."
"Also, don't forget to express your gratitude!"
No response was given back.
Inside Hermione's room, there were many books that were placed on the shelf, including Kitty Thomas, and other authors like her, who specialised in the master/slave genre.
"Don't worry Mum.... I am definitely going to show, Daddy, how grateful I really am....." After saying that, Hermione, used her tongue to lick those pink lips creepily, waiting for the food to be served.
xxxxxx
That night, when everyone had gone to bed, Lucifer was still awake, very busy contacting Maze at night, after coming back to his living area because Ron was getting more excited by Harry's cloak.
"So, the headmaster's still alive? I thought, you would have killed him by now?"
"....." Lucifer, "Even if I did kill that Dumbledore, since when did you start to care about humans?" Indeed, he had already noticed this change in her behaviour patterns, when Maze told him to be more humble, and not cause death.
"....." Mazikeen, chose to remain silent. But, she knew, Lucifer would definitely notice this sooner or later.
In fact, this whole ordeal started, when she literally tortured a guy to death, tearing his organs, one after another, while making sure to keep him alive until the last moment.
It directly got, them into a fight, with his Reaper, named, Betty, who came to bring his soul to heaven, and even though Lucifer, was able to kill her with an angel blade.....
Betty's insulted remarks about, demons not having a soul, irked Mazikeen's heart, and then she tried to be more empathetic, for the hop-
"Mazikeen?"
"Ow! What the hell?!" A small whispering voice, interrupted their talk. It was Harry, who tried to open the curtains around Lucifer's bed, only to be thrown back on the ground.
"What do you want, Potter?" His voice sounded very irritated, Lucifer was busy, having a talk, and didn't like Harry's outbursts at all. 'I was right to learn those privacy charms, these children don't even understand this word...'
Even though, he was complaining in his heart, this green-eyed boy, came over what rubbing his head, "It was me, who should be asking a question instead...what the hell was that?"
Harry didn't even know, why he was pushed back so violently.
"I'm very busy here..."
"....Right, you promised about coming to the Libra---
"Damn it, just get this over with already...." After saying that, Lucifer pushed his curtains away, and then started to move towards the stairs, while trying best to keep his footsteps silent, leaving Harry alone upstairs.
He immediately hurried back towards the door, and went downstairs with his cloak.
Harry then saw, Lucifer who was walking in the direction of the Portrait hole, but Fat Lady didn't give him permission that easily.
"Who's the---" Only, this bad singer was forced to keep silent, by Lucifer, and then, she just went to sleep honestly.
"....." Harry. 'Seriously? I also need to learn this!'
xxxxxx
"Aren't you going to come under this cloak?
"Like I mentioned earlier, I don't want this...."
"But, what if Mrs. Norris or Filch were around?!"
"Potter, I'm warning you again, to stop playing with this sentient being.... This cloak will only bring death and misery....."
"But, It was my family's heirloom..."
Lucifer, then decided to stop talking to this idiot, he knew, when the case was just gone hopeless.... he already hit the wall with Harry, about discarding this cloak.
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After that, both of these boys, hurried to the Library, with Harry, bringing a lamp for them to see more easily once they got there.
When they arrived, he marched to the Restricted Section, but none of the books gave any indication on which ones to look in. While Harry, just grabbed a random book and sat down at a table to read it.
Only, causing Lucifer, to hear a screaming voice, from his left and, then turned, just to see a face coming out of the book Harry had been trying to read.
"Fuck." He directly ran over and, helped him to close it up.
----They suddenly heard a noise, which made, Harry quickly grab his cloak, knocking over the lantern he had brought. Lucifer would've made a remark, had the need to be quiet not been so great.
They ran from the Library and came across Snape, having just been informed by Filch that students are out of bed.
Even though, Snape tried to find them, but--- that would be hard as they were invisible.
The two boys continued on, not paying attention to where they were going and came across a large room with a Mirror standing in the Center towards the Back.
----They got closer and saw the Mirror in more detail; it was tall, almost reaching the ceiling and its frame was an ornate gold.
There was an inscription carved around the top of it.
"Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi? What bullshit is this?" Lucifer asked, aloud to no one specific.
Harry didn't act like he had heard him, he was standing in front of the Mirror, looking mesmerized.
Lucifer looked in beside him, but didn't see anything out of the Ordinary, "Lucifer... I have to go get Ron! He needs to see this!" It was Harry, who got excited, and directly ran out of the room.
Lucifer was confused, to say the least, that's why he migrated to stand where Harry stood and for a moment, he saw nothing. Only, what happened next shook him to his core.
He saw his Mother (Goddess) appear behind him, with an unfamiliar face..... but, Lucifer, knew it was her, "I shouldn't have abandoned you, this was all my fault...."
"It was your father's mistake to love his creations, more than you, my son...."
"I do regret my choice of not supporting you in the Great War...."
"...this." Lucifer also felt, small tears forming in his eyes, which caused his vision to slightly blur, "No, Mum would never say that...It must be an illusion."" Even though, he didn't believe this shit, and concluded this was just a farce, because, his mother betrayed him, it was her own choice.
He didn't think, she had any regrets about her decision, only, it still caused Lucifer to have a smile on his face, the Goddess, then wrapped her arms around him in a hug, which he could swear about, actually feeling around him.
Lucifer reached up to place his hand on her arms, but only felt his shirt underneath his palm.
He felt his entire reality shatter into a million pieces, and looked down just to be sure, but his Mother's arms were definitely not there.
He clenched his fist, scrunching up his shirt as he did and was unable to hold back more tears, but not of elation, these were of heartbreak.
---Lucifer looked back up and saw the loving look in his mother's eyes, and then stared back up at the inscription and looked at the first word, "Erised... Desire?" He carefully looked over the whole inscription and found out what it really meant.
All he had to do was read it in reverse order, like looking in a Mirror, "I show... not your face... but your heart's desire?" He immediately understood what it meant, but still not ready to accept the fact, about his desire to see his mother...like this.
It's obviously fake.
By the time Harry had shown up with Ron, Lucifer had already stepped away from the mirror and was sitting very far, leaning against the wall.
He didn't pay attention to them and missed their little argument.
Eventually all three of them went back to Gryffindor Tower, but Lucifer separated from them mid-way, and ran straight to his bed.
Only, there was also something very wrong with the Mirror of Erised....
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In that dark room, where the 'Mirror of Erised', was just left alone, by Harry, and Ron, there didn't seem to be any flames lit inside, except, there was also a small transparent window, that made the way for the moon, to shone its light.
For a moment, there didn't seem to be anything weird about this, only....a male palm, slightly touched its glass from the inside.
After that, a whole body started to take form, this person's eyes were glowing red, and just seemed to be looking down, not even uttering a single word.
He just stood there quietly, from the outsider's view, it looked, as if this person was just standing by, only for a woman's arms, to drape over his chest from behind, while her lips, trying to kiss every part of the male figure's neck.
Even though, you can't hear the proper words, that were being exchanged, if a person, with slightly keen eyes, tried his best, to interpret from their lips movements, this kind of talk can be heard.
"Where are you going, Daddy?"
"I'm still very hungry" Then, her lips started to bite into the other person's throat, and whispered such dangerous things, in a lustful manner, breathing quite heavily, "Hermione, I need to go back...."
'Crack!'
A noise was echoed inside this large room, the Mirror of Erised.....a shard was directly broken, which made a crack sound, and, that said piece of glass just fell down.
Smash! It broke into pieces.
Only, this person named, Hermione Granger-Morningstar, was not in the mood to listen, what her husband was
saying at all, and even became more aggressive, her right hand, started to
crawl downwards, and groped her property, with all her might, then started to play just like usual....."I don't remember giving you the permission....."
"I don't ne-
"Mine.....All mine...feed me...."
'Crack!'
"I just did....
"Not enough..... It's never eno-"
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When morning had come, Lucifer refused to get out of bed early, being exceptionally moody about the previous night. Neither Ron nor Harry could understand, why he was in such a grumpy mood.
When he finally got out of bed though, Lucifer did notice a letter on his nightstand. He grabbed the envelope and carefully opened it.
His mood did brighten some, when he saw that it was from Hermione:
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Dear Daddy,
Thank you so much for the present! I've never heard of this device before, so after reading the workbook, I just started using it to talk with Mum!
It really worked. Also, I want to ask, can I use this mirror over the holidays to talk with you? Note, didn't mention anything regarding this, but I'm still very happy. Thank you again!
I hope you like the present I sent, I figured, that you must like to read up on the Greatest Wizards in history, and who knows? Maybe one day you'll have a spot in this book with how good you are at Magic, right? I believe you will, at any rate.
I take it you haven't found anything on Nicholas Flamel, otherwise you would've Owled me. You don't have to respond. I'll see you after the holidays and we can pick it up from there.
Yours,
Hermione
_________
Lucifer smiled at the letter and folded it back exactly how it was, placing it back inside the envelope and in the top drawer of his nightstand.
Her letter reminding him of Nicholas Flamel, had him think more....
----This guy wasn't in any books they looked at, but with the way Hagrid talked, he should be an important and prominent figure in the Wizarding Community.
He'd already checked out Dumbledore's collection, man's smile was pure as a saint, while he scrolled through the shelves.
----An idea struck him and Lucifer immediately got dressed and rushed to the Library, foregoing breakfast, if it was still being served, as he had to check something.
He went looking through about a dozen books and found exactly what he was looking for after five hours of depp manhole searching.
"Holy Marv-!" He yelled excitedly.
"Sssshhhhhhh," came Madam Pince's voice.
"....Right," Lucifer said in a quieter voice, taking the book and leaving. He didn't waste time in telling Harry and Ron as, while they would be excited, their reaction wouldn't be near what he was looking for.
He just had to wait for Hermione to return. As if on cue, that very evening, when his roommates were out playing----a sudden burst of fire ignited mid-air in their shared dormitory.
Lucifer reacted immediately, pulling out his wand. Before he could cast anything, the fire condensed into the shape of a brilliant red bird, talons clutching a package----
A phoenix.'
"Caw-caw!"
The phoenix saw Lucifer aiming a wand at it and screeched indignantly, its intelligent eyes flashing with unmistakable irritation---
"Fawkes?" He asked cautiously, lowering his wand slightly to show he meant no harm.
"Chirp!"
Okay... that didn't help. He still didn't speak 'phoenix.' Fawkes landed gracefully on his desk and set the package down, then began preening his feathers with majestic dignity.
After several seconds of silence, he nodded, "Delivering my Christmas present this late," Lucifer said, glancing at neatly wrapped package.
He thought the loony headmaster had forgotten about his return gift. 'Well, after all---I can choose not to send a gift, but you don't get to not send one back----'
Within humanity, and several different species, Lucifer was the one receiving gifts. But when it came to Dumbledore, he had been the one to give. Then again, there's an old saying: 'When the devil rises, the universe becomes grim....'
One day, even Dumbledore would be offering him gifts voluntarily.
That had been Lucifer's attitude---he'd assumed Dumbledore wouldn't bother sending a return gift. But to his surprise, the man not only replied, he'd even had Fawkes personally deliver it for being late....
This was his first time seeing Fawkes in person. He'd been to Headmaster's office before, but never caught a glimpse of the legendary bird.
And now? The man was using a phoenix as a postal courier. That was insane. Only Dumbledore could get away with something so extravagantly magical.
In the entire magical world, only two phoenixes were known to be alive: Dumbledore's Fawkes, and a phoenix named Sparky, who served as a flying mascot for a Quidditch team-treated like royalty.
"...I want a classy pet like that too," Lucifer muttered with envy, since never ever a "phoenix" likened to form a bond with him. They seemingly hate his 'guts.'
He rummaged through his stash of ingredients---some nettles and dittany harvested from Forbidden Forest-and laid them out as a snack for Fawkes.
The phoenix seemed pleased with the offering and began eating slowly, clearly satisfied. Lucifer finally turned his attention to the package. It was a solid, square box.
Inside were three notebooks.
He flipped to the first page and saw a handwritten note from Dumbledore:
"These are copies of my correspondence with Nicolas Flamel over the years.
I hope they will aid in your study of Alchemy."
"...." This old man was teasing him! He knew Lucifer found out about Flamel today, that's the sole reason for delivering these, pouring salt in----
He turned the pages quickly---and sure enough, each was a discussion on Alchemical theory and experimentation, organized meticulously by date.
The first letter was from 1905, the last from 1990-three full notebooks, every page filled. The content was whimsical, abstract, and often speculative.
But these were the combined musings of two alchemical legends. For someone with a solid foundation, even casually skimming these could unlock massive insights.
1905, huh? Lucifer recalled that Dumbledore was born in 1881-so he would've been just 24 at the time.
And Flamel?
Over 500 years old.
Truly a friendship that defied time.
Lucifer's expression twitched as though he'd just bitten into a lemon, reading those notes. 'If it weren't for that old undead relic, Paris might not even exist on the map today....'
"Fawkes, how was the meal?" He turned and smiled sweetly at the phoenix.
From afar, magical phoenixes actually looked rather plain-perhaps even a bit ugly. But up close... their feathers shimmered with radiant firelight, and their bodies emitted a quiet, graceful heat. They were... captivating.
"Chirp-chirp~!"
Satisfied and full, Fawkes extended his long neck, and Lucifer gently ran a hand along his sleek plumage.
Then, just as Fawkes let down his guard, Lucifer bared his fangs in a grin.
"Fawkes... it's almost New year, even my Christmas present was late. Your master already sent me a gift, and you enjoyed the feast I prepared for you," he said with honeyed tones. "Now... shouldn't you return the favor?"
The phoenix blinked in obvious confusion.
"I don't want much," Lucifer said, smiling gently like a predator calming prey, "Just two of your tail feathers, and a few drops of your tears. We'll call it a fair trade between friends. How about it?"
Fawkes tilted his head uncertainly. But by the time it reacted, he had already uncorked a small glass vial and held it under its eye.
And thus it was proven-even a high--intelligence magical creature like a phoenix was no match for the cunning Devil.
----After shedding a few drops of glistening tears and surrendering two precious tail feathers, Fawkes finally escaped, looking quite disheveled.
'A scoundrel wizard...' It thought, his Fawkes's claws twitched as he looked at Lucifer anew.
The image of the obedient, courteous student, it's master told him? Completely shattered. What stood below Fawkes now was a scheming, calculating little devil.
xxxxxx
Meanwhile, in Austria. At the very top of Nurmengard Tower. An old man in a prison uniform, his long white hair disheveled, sat silently.
On the day of Christmas,
His eyes widened in shock--then disbelief. But that expression slowly melted into one of deep curiosity.
A Turkey....?
Wait a second...
He'd received this using the Spatial magic portal" in front of his eyes, now that he saw clearly-- there was a post card along with it.
Eleven years old. First-year student.
Hogwarts. Slytherin cum Gryffindor'
"You're telling me a first-year student is capable of.... using spatial magic?!"
He looked incredulous.
The man in prison garb hadn't spoken a word since then a Turkey appeared in his private torture---just stared between the empty plate and gift card, saying 'Merry Christmas, Enjoy!'
However, what happened next on New year's nearly made Grindelwald pop a vein.
Lucifer had casually gifted him a certain book to read.That book was a Hufflepuff favorite: 'Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them.'
With a chocolate frog!
"This boy's still reading that childish drivel?!" Grindelwald finally snapped, his disdain overflowing, "Fantastic beasts, that book is no different from fairy tales. Other than a few creatures worth noting, the rest are a complete waste of time."
"But I quite like it," he read "calmly," brushing a hand along the note's smooth cover.
'Mr. Newt Scamander truly was an extraordinary man. He systematized the study of magical creatures and turned it into a proper branch of magic... That's remarkable, isn't it?'
"Extraordinary, my foot!"
Grindelwald was fuming.
Squib, who had been quietly observing him, gave Gellert a sidelong glance. 'Why's he reacting like this? he wondered. 'Does he have a personal grudge against magical creatures?'
This jailer couldn't see neither the empty plate, which re-stocked every night with a warm variety of food, nor the book, Grindelwald had just received.
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For the new few days, Lucifer barely left his bedroom. He was exploring Dark Arts like a man possessed.
Meanwhile, the outside world---both magical and mundane-was being thrown into chaos. Several new nations had suddenly appeared overnight. Dozens of countries had lost their political leadership.
In the Muggle world, new governments emerged. In the magical world, new 'Ministries of Magic' sprouted like weeds.
On the first day of 1992, Lucifer finally left the Gryffindor' boys dorm.
And, by coincidence he found Burke in the hallway towards entering the Great Hall for breakfast, he who had a mysterious, hooded--face, wearing clothing of hidden layers of enchantment.
----Whatever had been, Burke was grinning from ear to ear, the genetic wrinkles on his face creased with delight.
"Looks like you made a tidy profit, Burke," Lucifer teased lightly.
Eustace only chuckled darkly in response, "More new Ministries of Magic have popped up these past few days than in the past 'few decades...'"
Lucifer'd subscribed to international edition of the Daily Prophet. These days, just announcements of newly established Ministries took up several full pages.
With all this regime upheaval, certain places have slipped into chaos. Take Romania's dragon reserve, for example, Two Fire Dragons escaped to freedom....
---Both of them were Hebridean Blacks-the most savage kind!~
Charlie Weasely's life was horrible at the moment, he had to remain low for the next few days, or he might not even get to keep the job.
xxxxxx
Lucifer had been born for 'Dark Arts.'
He had already mastered wide-area conjuration, and was beginning to direct and channel the blaze.
The next steps were finesse: shaping the fire, increasing its temperature, and eventually like Grindelwald, treating "Protego Diabolica" like a toy.
Gellert wasn't the typical dark wizard. Sure, he had committed his share of unspeakable acts, but his ultimate goal had always been clear--- he believed Wizards, should rule the world rather than hide like rats from Muggles.
This ideology was similar to Diablos' who wanted to create "Hell on earth", and had to be re-educated.
In simple words, he was like Magneto, Lucifer once met.
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.....Hermione did return the day before the term started and was surprised to see Lucifer standing there, waiting for her at the Castle Entrance, "Daddy? What are you doing waiting for me?!"
"...I don't think it's wrong, for wanting to see my best friend?" At the end of his sentence, Lucifer's brows frowned slightly confused, and instead of answering normally, it came out as a question instead.
".....nothing wrong with that," It's just Hermione also smiled bitterly in response, when she heard those damn words. 'There's no way, he would let me do that....'
"I see, but I do have a good reason for waiting on you, though, follow me!" Lucifer decided to ignore this for the meantime, and hurried her back to the Common Room, Hermione seemed to be following him with such heavy footsteps.
Once back, he said, about waiting until she could unpack her stuff.
Lucifer just sat on the sofa, near the fireplace until she came back down, "So, what did you need to show me?"
"You know why we couldn't find Nicholas Flamel? Because he's much older than, any of you. It took me hours looking through books that went back before the Twentieth Century, but I found him!" Lucifer showed her the book and the page, he was talking about.
Hermione gave it a quick read, "The Philosopher's Stone! He created it, that's why Hagrid said his name!"
"That must've been what was almost stolen from Gringotts, that's what Fluffy is guarding! It creates an Elixir that can grant Etern-- wait, that's not right, a human, being immortal, it's against the laws of the unive---"
Lucifer was genuinely interested in meeting the legendary alchemist. Ordinary people living long lives merely survive. But when a remarkable man lives long... that's something else entirely.
Nicolas Flamel was a towering figure in alchemy, a milestone in magical history. Over six centuries of existence--how much wealth and knowledge had he amassed?
Possibly even more than Hogwarts itself.
Talk about marrying wives, creating a long line of heirs, curing the problem of Wizarding populat-----
"He's basically a living legend in alchemy----he and Dumbledore discovered thirteenth use of dragon's blood. But his biggest achievement? Definitely the Philosopher's Stone---not just Elixir of Life, but turn metals into gold. He's over six hundred and sixty years old now."
"Elixir of Life...." Hermione had utterly grasped the meaning behind the words and what Philosopher's Stone meant from his words.
"Well, kind of." Lucifer clarified, "The immortality part is real---but the eternal youth part is definitely a stretch.... After six hundred years, he and his wife are basically shriveled bags of bones. A strong breeze might 'snap them' in two."
"Oh." Hermione immediately lost all interest. After all, the first thing any woman cared about---no matter her age---was appearance. If the stone made you live forever but look like a 'dusty old hag'... she'd rather die. That kind of eternal life sounded like pure torture.
Seeing Lucifer's face, Hermione quickly realised she hadn't praised his efforts enough, and stopped looking down-casted, quickly chimed in, "But it can also make gold! With the Philosopher's Stone, we' don't have to worry about exchange limit."
Lucifer looked utterly unbothered, "Gold? That stuff's not even rare. Didn't you hear Daphne? Her family owns 'several gold' mines. She's never going to run out of it."
Oof.... Hermione felt like her gut had just taken another critical hit. She was so fragile now that even emotional jabs left her reeling.
Just then, she seemed to remember something-----Lucifer's voice stopped altogether, eyes have now also been closed, and his body, started to fall down sideways.....
Even though, he was very excited at first, but then started talking weirdly again... it's just, he also felt quite relieved at the moment.... most likely about to sleep.
It was Hermione, who caught Lucifer's shoulders gently, and laid him back on the sofa, in a more comfortable manner...."I told you, that, 'Quidditch through the Ages', is a very nice book...." but, the boy in front of her obviously couldn't respond.
After that, a blanket was pulled over Lucifer's body, to cover him up, then, Hermione's eyes started to become alert towards her surroundings, to make sure, they both were alone.
'It's now or never, Hermione!'
"Lumos!" She said, while holding her wand in the right hand, that started to glow lightly, enough for the task she needed this for...
When she heard, Lucifer's snoring, and by looking at his chest moving up and down, Hermione knew, that her "Bewitched sleep" charm had worked.
"I don't think, it will last much longer though...." Indeed, she didn't have much hope, as this charm will be taught during their 3rd year, and because, she was going insane, during the flying classes, Hermione read 'Quidditch Through the Ages', so many times.....
One of the methods for fouls.
She was even able to work this spell around for several minutes, which was pretty low, comparing to other students in their 3rd year.
Her wand was already laid inside the blanket, to give herself slightly more clear vision.
Then she just sat down on the ground,
her knees are now folded in a way so that, Hermione ends up kneeling in front of him, her face level with Lucifer's pants.
After that, She got busy undoing his belt buckle, then used her fingers to unzip his fly, reaching in to pull out his cock, which was around eleven inch, hard and thick, purple-headed.
Hermione, who had slightly dark eyes full of hunger and lust, saw the 'thing' for which she had been dying all holidays to play with, "It's gorgeous... and... so big," a low voice was muttered slightly in awe.
She had never seen anything like this.... After taking a huge gulp, even though, Hermione had only seen those illustrations, and read the dialogues that were stated inside her books, it didn't feel unnatural at all, to reach for it with both hands.
It fit perfectly in her hands, her fingers nestled in at the base..... It's like, his cock was just made for her..."Mine"
What was going to happen next felt so clear and so obvious that Hermione didn't think twice about it. She bent forward, opened her mouth, and Lucifer's cock slip between her lips.
It was the first time that, she could think of that she had taken something into her mouth for the sole purpose of licking and sucking it.
It wasn't like a sweet or lollipop or anything else you usually sucked on, because they were small and sweet and dissolved with your spit.
This was different.
It was far more exciting, because when Hermione put his cock in her mouth, something 'rushed' through her.
A sort of swooping, eager, hungry thing that plunged from the back of her throat down into her stomach.
A racing, skipping, weightless sensation. It was the feeling she'd never felt before...This was more than just excitement.
This was... well... Hermione didn't know quite what it was. She didn't have the capacity to think about it just then, because the sensation of weightless eagerness was so overwhelming that all she wanted to do was focus exclusively on Lucifer's cock in her mouth.
She had never done this before, but for some reason, Hermione found that she didn't have to think about...Her body knew what to do.
She gripped the base of his cock and pushed forward as far as she could until his cock felt like, it filled her mouth completely, the tip of it brushing the back of her throat in a way that made her stomach clench.
Hermione held it there for several seconds, experimenting with her tongue.
Lucifer really did take up a lot of space in her mouth, but the most terrifying thing, she could still see it, with her eyes....there was so much more, that needed to be swallowed.
But, Hermione couldn't relax her throat around, and take him inside her mouth, even more, but she could still lick, and move her tongue around him---
And even stick it between her lips and his cock, which felt both insanely good and slightly sickening at the same time.
Hermione wanted to cram more of him in. That was surprising.
She 'wanted' to choke on Lucifer's dick because there was too much of it.
To be overwhelmed. The thought of it combined with the almost overwhelm of his dick brushing the back of her throat was so intoxicating to this bushy-haired girl.
But getting more of him in her mouth was more difficult than she at first thought, because after just a few moments, Hermione realised she couldn't breathe, and that she felt like retching.
Shocked, she rocked back on her shoes and let his cock pop out of her mouth.
It has been no more than ten seconds, but Hermione was already panting for more oxygen.
She felt spit on her chin. Felt the ghost of where Lucifer's cock had been in her mouth, warm and achy.
"Am I even doing this, okay?" Hermione muttered to herself, then came out of that blanket to look upwards, and see, if there's any kind of reaction from the sleeping boy....
Only, his face looked much relaxed, probably in a good dream, that made Hermione feel quite reassured.
...It's just Lucifer's hand, also moved at this time, towards the back of her head and seemed to be pulling her back in.
He wanted more. He wanted 'her'
And, though Hermione was still short of breath, and a little nauseous, and a little unsure, she couldn't stop herself from diving back in, plunging his cock into her mouth once more, lavishing it with her tongue, sealing her lips around it and sucking and licking.
And, as she did so, that swooping eager hungry thing rushed through her body once more, quick and all-consuming, making her whimper, distraught, at how plaintively she wanted this.
At how indecently exciting and pleasurable it was.
But even as she reeled at how much she enjoyed it, she wanted more. An obscene amount more.
'What would it feel like if Daddy pushed me down really hard onto his thi-no, I should say what it really is, right?....'
'What would it feel like if he rubbed it on my lips, or slipped it into my mouth so deep, that it even went into the throat or even my stomach?'
'Was that even possible? Surely, I would be sick if he did that...' and yet, even knowing this, Hermione wanted this more, than anything.
She rocked back and forth a little, seeing how deep she could get him. It was easier now that his cock was slimed up with her spit.
Now that she had gotten used to how big it felt in her mouth.
Hermione wrapped her lips around his shaft and sucked a little, breathing through her nose.
That was nice... but what she really liked was the feeling of it sliding in and out of her mouth, so she returned to rocking back and forth almost immediately.
She noticed, quite abstractly, that she was drooling. A big, heavy loop of drool was hanging from her chin, and Hermione could feel the weight of it.
She didn't wipe it away, because her hands were busy gripping the base of his cock, nestled there in his pubic hair, clasping the soft-hard-thick rod of his cock where it connected with his body.
Rocking back, Hermione tried to look up at him, but it was really hard to see anything much at all..... because of the blanket, she had used to cover them.
The desire to do so passed, and she shut her eyes instead.
Hermione, then just tried to map his cock with her tongue. The little divot under the tip. The thick ridge of the head.
A living thing. She was filling her mouth with a living organ belonging to her Daddy, her Lucifer. Mine.
'He's mine.' Her stomach tensed with arousal, and she pushed forward, taking him good and deep.
Deep enough that she couldn't breathe. But it didn't matter because the choked-off, no-air crushing sensation at the back of her throat was every bit as delicious as it was terrifying-----
It made her light-headed.
Not just light-headed, but light all through her body, as though, Hermione were a helium balloon, lifting up out of herself, off the ground, off her knees and floating, floating...
She gagged. Spluttering and retching she doubled over on the floor, snapping straight back into her body again.
Her throat squeezed and her stomach flipped over---Lucifer's cock popped out of her mouth, but she kept hold of it with one hand. For a moment the world seemed to spin. Then it settled.
Hermione gasped a raspy breath.
Then, just as soon as she was physically able to do so, she went right back to sucking his cock again.
She was more careful this time.
As much as, Hermione just wanted to thrust it to the very back of her throat, she realised that it would simply make her gag.
She didn't want to gag. She wanted to keep Lucifer's cock in her mouth as long as she possibly could.
And maybe, she thought, 'I could even make him leak...'
That happened, she knew. It was mentioned, when you Suck a boy's cock nicely, he 'might' ejaculate in your mouth.
Lucifer probably would, unless she wasn't that good at it. But, Hermione always likes to be perfect, that's why, she would definitely make him leak in her mouth, and swallow it down her belly. Eat every inch of him 'I just need to practice a little more....'
'Only, would I be able to make him come?'
The prospect that, Lucifer might spurt some fluid from inside his body into her mouth made her feel, much the same as the possibility of choking on his cock: desperate for it to happen.
But, would it be unpleasant? She'd read girls complaining, later about boys coming in their mouth, with no warning.
Why did they need a warning? Did it taste bad? Was it so forceful that it could make you choke?
Some characters, Hermione knew hated it. 'But, I don't want to hate it... Was it even going to happen?'
Questions swirled in her head. These were Urgent questions, because Hermione wanted it to happen, now, she didn't have much time left.
The more she thought about it, the more it seemed desperately important, that she made him come.
Whether it felt good or bad, whether it hurt, whether it tasted nice or nasty... it didn't matter.
Hermione wanted it to happen. It was a bodily want, located somewhere in the pit of her stomach. A bodily want that bypassed her brain altogether.
Perhaps because of that need, she was sucking him off really quite messily now. Long, sloppy strokes. Her face was covered in her own spit and she was drooling.
Her eyes were squeezed shut as she rocked back and forth, cramming Lucifer's cock into her mouth as deep as she could stand it again and again and again, and thinking all the while, 'please come, please come in my mouth, in my mouth, in my mouth, in my mouth...'
When it happened, then, it took Hermione somewhat by surprise.
She didn't know how long she'd been on her knees, but it felt like only a few minutes when, she heard Lucifer groaning loudly and, then squeezed her shoulder.
Hard. Hermione pulled back a little, wondering if she had done something wrong---grazed him with her teeth, perhaps.
A moment later, his cock twitched in her mouth. She felt it swell for a moment and then...'Come'. A huge, silky jet of it. It burst into Hermione's mouth like a ripe tomato exploding and squirting out its juice.
'Daddy's ejaculating in my mouth'
'Coming in my mouth. In my mouth. Mine. Right now!'
The fact that it was happening, actually happening to her was so insanely hot, that it made her pussy twitch.
The first spurt was followed by another which felt, if anything, even more copious than the first. And now Hermione could taste it.
She'd expected sweet, but actually it was saline, slick, a little like olive oil.
Warm and slippery. Her mouth felt full just from those two bursts, and so she swallowed urgently, and the stuff slipped down her throat in a bubble, like an egg yolk.
Easy to swallow, even though there was a lot of it. But just as she was swallowing, another spurt entered Hermione's mouth.
This one felt like it ran straight back down her open throat, which made her gag violently.
She doubled over. Come and spit exploded from her mouth, which spilt warmly down her front. She felt it on her chin and on her hands, which were still gripping his cock.
On her neck. A thick string of mixed bodily fluids hung between his cock and her mouth.
----Hermione fought for control of herself, frustrated and horny and excited beyond words.
She didn't want to be choking on his come. She wanted it in her mouth.
She wanted to be swallowing it smoothly and hungrily, just like any other drink. Lucifer, grunted again in his sleep, which made, 'Another oozing' burst of ejaculate from his cock----
Hermione looked up just in time to see it leave the tip of his cock, silvery white and liquid.
It hung there for a moment, then became an elongated drip, and then fell with a splat to the floor.
She felt a twisting heave of desire in the pit of her stomach, to just start licking it from there, and not waste even a single drop----
By the time, she had gotten control of herself again, Lucifer had finished coming.
She released his cock and rocked back on the floor, looking up at him. Part of her wanted to carry on... but she didn't know if that was normal, or if she was allowed, or if that would hurt him, or any number of other things.
So, Hermione looked up at his sleeping face, come and spit drooling from her mouth, her hands slippy and coated with his semen.
"Was that okay?" She asked nervously, her voice a little thick from all the choking.
She was aware, suddenly, of the bright light coming from the window, again. The sound of the owls hooting, and, the hustle-bustle noises of people coming over.....
Towards the Gryffindor portrait.
It was indeed a disappointment for Hermione, she reluctantly had to move his pants back up, while folding his still-erect cock awkwardly into them, but then her eyes moved towards her wand, then she had an idea, and took it, with her right hand, then started to flick it around Lucifer's cock, and engraved 'HG' on the underside, just by taking a look, Hermione's smile widened even more, and kissed her initials lightly, with her eyes sparkling.
She was really pleased, with her craft, and, then zipped it back up.
After making sure, there isn't anything odd, Hermione decided to go upstairs towards her bed, and clean her face up.
Even though, Lucifer was still busy in the dream land, Hermione's eyes never moved from his face, and just stared at him creepily.
Gryffindor's have now started to enter through the portrait, but their noise didn't even reach Hermione's ears,
----Her head was spinning. People all around her were talking, like the world hadn't just completely changed.
Hermione felt strange, weightless, powerful and so damn hungry, she tried to fix this feeling in her memory with as much detail and nuance as she possibly could: how her lips were just very slightly numb, how her throat ached, how she could still feel the smooth texture of Lucifer's come in her mouth, how she could still smell him, still feel his stickiness on her fingers---
----how the memory of choking breathlessly on his cock still made her heart beat faster every single time she thought about it.
That was the very first blowjob that Hermione Granger ever gave. And it changed her life forever.
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Some time later, when Lucifer started to wake up, yawning a bit, while rubbing his eyes slightly, he noticed there was someone else beside him.
It was Hermione, who was trying her best to pretend, about reading Lucifer's book, that he had brought from the Hogwarts library earlier.
"Did you have a good sleep?" she asked this question, without even looking up, her nose still buried in that work.
"Y-yeah, sorry, I just felt tired all of a sudden..." Lucifer muttered in a low voice, feeling slightly embarrassed, because, it has never happened with him.....
"No, it's my fault to leave all the burden of looking for Nicholas Flamel... You should go to bed early!"
Hermione said this, while closing her book, and then looked towards Lucifer's face, with a guilty expression.
"No, I should have been more careful... this body is very young, and I don't understand its limits yet..."
After that, he just started to make his way back upstairs towards his bed, and take a good little nap, while adjusting his pants a bit, it was really uncomfortable for some reason.
"....." Hermione, who just stared at his back, only, her gaze then focused on Lucifer's tight pants, and by narrowing her eyes, she could even imagine, his perfect ass cheeks in her mind. '....I really want to smack them'
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---Thankfully, roaring fires welcomed Hermione inside. The moment she crossed Hogwarts Castle, a wave of warmth swept over her.
There was no elaborate opening ceremony this time. Instead, the Great Hall was already filled with a banquet worthy of kings. Students scrambled to find their seats and dug in hungrily.
But at the Gryffindor' table, something was clearly amiss.
Where was Lucifer...?
.....Ron, Harry and the others turned to Hermione, who usually knew Lucifer's every move. But she merely waved them off, "I don't know either. But he told me he'd be here soon."
At the staff table, Dumbledore wore his usual warm smile as he watched the students devour their feast. This was always one of his favorite moments of the year---watching young witches and wizards enjoying themselves was more satisfying than any magic.
But then, suddenly, his expression shifted. He frowned ever so slightly, sharp eyes sweeping across the hall.
Had it been anyone else, he might not have noticed. But Lucifer... and Harry... these were special cases. 'He' always noticed.
He glanced toward Snape, who was doing the same---his sharp eyes scanning the hall for a certain someone.
.....When he caught Dumbledore looking his way, the Potions Master gave the faintest shake of his head.
He did the same with Minerva, who gave him a tight lip, she didn't know either, and her face looked worried, for her cub. She had no idea where the boy had gone.
For Snape, 'Could it be... that my little Christmas gift had scared him off?'
As the feast wore on and the dishes were gradually emptied, just as dessert was about to be served----
'Creak.'
The heavy oak doors of the Great Hall opened with a low groan. Heads turned. Snow clung to his cloak. Wind swept in behind him. And there stood 'Lucifer Morningstar', stepping into the hall, walking through the snow and firelight like a shadow returned.
It was as if the feast on the table was playing a prank on him. He rushed to sit next to Hermione, not caring that what remained was already cold and picked over---all he wanted was to eat his 'fill.'
But the moment his rear hit bench, all the food on the table vanished. The golden plates shimmered clean and empty, gleaming brightly under the candlelight.
"Pfft-!"
Someone snorted first, and then more laughter rippled through the Gryffindor' table.
----Normally, no one would dare to laugh at Lucifer, but this moment seemed to be the exception. The scene was simply too funny to resist.
Especially the way his expression shifted-from blank to shocked to speechless---it was pure comedy. Even Professor Dumbledore, seated at the head table, couldn't help but let out a small, amused chuckle.
"All right, children," Dumbledore said with his usual warm smile, "our grand feast has come to an end. Return to your dormitories now and enjoy the warmth of your common room fires. And please-don't forget to attend classes tomorrow."
Then his gaze turned to Lucifer. "Mr. Morningstar, would you stay a moment? There are some matters I'd like to discuss with you."
As the students and staff began to file out, Lucifer followed Dumbledore's subtle signal and walked up to the staff dais. Together, they disappeared into a small room behind the Great Hall.
----Minerva, as the Gryffindor' Head of House, was about to follow suit, when Albus gave her a look, she... got the meaning, and scorned when Snape followed the two like a suspicious bat!
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