"You should take the pills fir...Crucio! Crucio! Crucio!! Shut up?! Lucifer's mine!"
"Aaahh!" This directly made a younger Hermione Granger woke up inside her room, screaming out loud, giving Jane who was just resting beside her, a huge fright.
"W-what the?!" Jane quickly realised, this voice was too familiar, it was her daughter's yell, then moved quite rapidly to fill up, a glass of water, after drops of sweats on Hermione's forehead.
"Here, pumpkin! Drink this!"
She handed it over towards the bushy-haired girl who gratefully took the cup, and finished it down in one swoop, very thirsty.
'Gulp! Gulp!'
"Haah...Thanks Mum..." Hermione muttered in a graspy voice.
Jane nodded her face slightly, then glanced at her in a worried expression, "How are you feeling, dear.....?" she tried to become very gentle, her voice quite soft.
"Mrs Morningstar....."
"Sorry, Can you please repeat?"
"H-How did he even use the bathroom, if I had the key....?"
"....." Jane, "I'll call Linda, that you woke up..."
Only, Hermione's cheeks started to become deep red, just become flushed after she came out of her dazed expression, and felt a little....
"C-can I switch my pajamas, Mum?!"
"Y-yeah, of course...Wendel--"
xxxxxxx
A few days later, it was already too late to monitor Penthouse's renovations, so he left the work to Makima cause... Lucifer had a 'lunch date' with Hermione at noon, followed by a visit to Mr. Granger's clinic which he had rescheduled.
At a quarter past eleven, he arrived at their meeting spot-'the bookshop, Flourish and Blotts', right next to the Leaky Cauldron.
Hermione was already there, browsing intently through a slim volume titled, 'The Great British Cookbook"

Today she wore a pink short-sleeved top, jeans, and trainers, topped with a round-brimmed straw hat. If no one told you otherwise, you'd never guess that this bright, pretty young woman was actually a witch.
Lucifer stepped up behind her and called softly.
She turned, her face lighting up with a radiant smile, "Lucifer, I thought you'd arrive exactly on the dot!"
He teased, "When someone's offering me a free meal, of course I'll show up early."
Hermione gave a little, "hmph" and lifted her smooth chin, "In Wizarding world, I might be dirt poor, but in our society... I can afford to treat you to lunch hundreds of times over."
'Ah yes, the terrifying reality of being an only child to a family of dentists.' Lucifer immediately clutched her fair, slender thigh in mock supplication, "Rich lady, me hungry, feed me..."
Ten minutes later, he was staring at the giant golden M in front of him with a look of pure betrayal, then slowly turned to Hermione, "This 'fancy meal' you mentioned... is McDonald's?"
Her cheeks flushed--not from the heat, but from embarrassment. "I... I couldn't find any special restaurants. Steak, ribs--we eat those all the time at school. But hamburgers... Hogwarts doesn't have 'hamburgers."
Lucifer facepalmed. No wonder she'd been reading such a bizarre book when he arrived--she'd been 'looking for ideas'.
'Still, she wasn't wrong. Hogwarts really didn't serve burgers... but weren't chips already the most hated food on the young witches' and wizards' list?'
After thinking it over, Lucifer took her soft hand, eyes subtly glancing at growing visible bulge on her chests, then politely moved it away, "Want to try something really new? Come with me---but you're still paying."
When it came to freeloading, he took the job seriously. Hermione, of course, didn't refuse, or missed his flickering of pupils below the collar of her neck, to be precise over her t-shirt, bulging newfound flesh.
Glancing down at their linked hands, she felt her heartbeat quicken. In a dreamy daze, she let Lucifer lead her to a traditional tearoom tucked away down a quiet London street.
He came here for afternoon tea before, but after starting at Hogwarts, he hadn't had the time. The moment Lucifer remembered it, he felt a classic wave of nostalgia.
London, after all, had no shortage of old-fashioned tea rooms, many of them 'family-run' for generations. Any place that could survive here had to be the real deal.
Once inside, they headed upstairs. A server in crisp uniform came by, and Lucifer began ordering with the ease of someone who knew the menu by heart.
Hermione blinked at the list, "You sound as though you've been here a 'dozen' of times."
"Something like that," he admitted with a smirk. Soon their tiered trays arrived. At first, she looked wary of the tiny sandwiches and scones, but after Lucifer half-coaxed, half-strong armed her into trying them, she was hooked.
Annoyed at how much clotted cream stuck to her fingers, she abandoned any pretence of delicacy and dug in wholeheartedly. She ended up ordering 'two more' scones with jam, plus a full plate of Battenberg cake.
Even on the way to the clinic, she was still savouring the flavours of the tea.
"Hogwarts really ought to improve its menu. The quality's fine, but it's the same dishes all year round---no matter how good they are, you 'get sick of them."
Lucifer wholeheartedly agreed, even urging her to write to Dumbledore about it. He promised to sign his name alongside hers.
"Welcome, Lucifer."
Wendell's clinic was housed in a three-storey villa just one street away from their home. He greeted them warmly at the door and led inside.
Hermione, familiar with the place, went off to fetch some water. Wendell took Lucifer into the observation room. That was when he presented the gift he'd brought for their first meeting....
"What kind of animal tooth is this?" Mr. Granger exclaimed in astonishment.
It was a tooth longer than Lucifer's arm and twice as 'thick-razor' sharp at the end, "It's a dinosaur tooth, sir. I hope you like it."
"A Dino's tooth? Like it? I love it!" Mr. Granger stroked the massive fang, utterly entranced. When Hermione came over, she found her grandfather cradling the enormous tooth like a 'treasured relic', looking ridiculously happy.
"You're sure giving this to my grandpa won't cause any problems?" Hermione asked in a whisper, worried about Ministry of Magic's restrictions.
"This doesn't count as a magical artifact--just a fossil material like those in Museum," Lucifer said, neatly shifting the definition. The wordplay eased Hermione's mind a little.
After fiddling with the Dinosaur fang for a bit, Mr. Granger solemnly placed it in the most prominent spot in his display cabinet. Then, as if it were some sacred ritual, he went to wash his hands again before beginning Lucifer's dental check-up.
Lucifer, who ate too many sweets, still had a perfectly healthy set of teeth, it was so disciplined.
Mr. Granger even took the opportunity to give Hermione a small lecture, which made Lucifer enjoy the rare experience of what it felt like to be "the kid from someone else's family" in such situations.
The young witch's lips jutted high in a pout. The thing she disliked most about herself was her large front teeth.
But Lucifer didn't see the problem. In his eyes, they were no flaw--rather, paired with her youthful, delicate features, they were endearing. Besides, she could always get them fixed when she was older.
Just as Mr. Granger was carefully focused on Lucifer's examination, Usagi woke up and wriggled out from his trouser pocket.
"Rawr!!"
The sudden, sharp cry startled Mr. Granger---and Lucifer, too. Worse, the dental tool was still in his mouth. If Mr. Granger's grip had slipped, wouldn't that have been an accidental deep-throat?
Fortunately, Wendell was a seasoned old professional, holding the tool steady as a rock. He steadied himself, gently removing the instrument from Lucifer's mouth, and then glanced toward his trousers.
Usagi poked out her tiny head, tilting it left and right with lively curiosity.
Hermione's attention was instantly hooked, "Where... did this little one come from? Is she one of your pets? How come I've never seen her before?"
Lucifer sat up, took the paper cup from the side, rinsed his mouth, and spat before answering, "This little one's called 'Usagi..' Few nights back, in the park, I came across a princess who gave me an egg---and the moment I picked it up, it hatched right in my hands."
The time, place, and process were all true... except for one tiny unimportant detail he skipped.
'Usagi' crawled completely out of Lucifer's pocket. She looked vaguely serpentine, but with horns and small hands-an odd and rather striking combination.
Hermione wracked her brain but could not match her to any magical creature she knew.
Wendell also leaned closer for a better look, but suddenly 'Usagi's' eyes snapped wide, and an invisible pressure radiated outward. The sheer force of it made both of them instinctively stumble back several steps, hearts pounding.
"Don't be fooled by her size--she's got quite the temper like her mo--" Lucifer said with a smile, scooping Usagi into his arms and signaling for her to calm down. He then turned to Hermione, "Don't bother guessing. Usagi's species is called 'Rayquaza-a magical creature no one has discovered yet...."
"And how do you know that?" Hermione asked, suspicion in her eyes.
Lucifer replied with perfect confidence, "We have a special telepathic bond'. Usagi told me herself."
"That's... amazing." Hermione's interest in Usagi only deepened.
Mr. Granger reminded them, "You can continue your chat later. The check-up isn't finished yet."
Lucifer obediently lay back down.
Since Hermione was carrying a strong body scent of Lucifer's, and bodily fluids inside her, Usagi didn't reject her presence. In fact, she nimbly flew onto her shoulder to watch her master be prodded and "inspected."
If not for Lucifer's mental instruction telling her not to cause trouble, Usagi would've already started a 'Dragon Dance', ready to give Mr. Granger a real scare.
An hour later, he was finally freed.
Wendell prescribed him a few specialized toothpaste formulas. Supplies in hand, Hermione promptly pulled him along to her house.
That evening, after dinner with Granger family, Lucifer planned to head home---only for Hermione to flatly refuse to let him leave. She even took him to a guest room she'd deliberately prepared, all the furnishings brand new and unused.
Her little scheme was laid bare. Just as Daphne wanted to bring Lucifer to stay with her, Hermione clearly had the same thought--only her method was to act first and explain later.
She rarely acted spoiled, and well behaved unlike Daphne who did it almost daily. Precisely because it was rare, Lucifer found it much harder to resist.
After all, it made no real difference where he stayed. The Grangers already knew about magic, and living here would be more convenient in some ways----So, he agreed.
And so Lucifer began temporarily living at the Granger home. Mornings were spent doing homework with Hermione, afternoons watching movies, playing board games, reading books on the sofa--- opening her birth to middle school pictures.
To their Pumpkin's utter embarrassment, there were pictures like her trying to learn swimming, and failing miserably to the point of shouting she was drowning, swinging on park's rides, landing flat on her bum, eating ice-cream with moustache----
Hermione 'protested' at first... Then later conceding, when she was allowed to tiny filter some of the photo albums, videos of her dark history when she had to give a speech on stage at graduation, writing essays about becoming an astronaut in finding aliens on Mars etc....
Evenings for leisure--sometimes trips to Diagon Alley, strolling through Muggle shopping districts.
xxxxxx
The London summer heat was stifling, but the interior of 'The Whisker's Cafe' was blissfully cool. Tucked away in a quiet corner of Muggle road, the cafe was alive with soft purrs of dozen roaming felines and rich aroma of roasted coffee beans.
Hermione Granger sat at a corner booth, nervously smoothing down her denim skirt. Her heart hammering against her ribs, sensation entirely different from exam anxiety she usually faced at Hogwarts.
Underneath her thin cotton top, her chest-'fuller and more' developed than most girls her age, a detail she was now suddenly acutely aware of, heaved with every shallow breath.
Those two globes-which had developed significantly after the year ended, leaving her still unaccustomed to the sudden weight and the tight restriction of her bras.
Across from her sat Lucifer Morningstar. He looked entirely out of place among the pastel decor, yet utterly at home.
Dressed in a bespoke charcoal suit, the top buttons of his white shirt casually undone to reveal the stark, pale line of his collarbone, he was currently letting a chubby calico cat "knead" his expensive silk tie.
"I must admit, Hermione," Lucifer purred, his voice so smooth that it sent a shiver down her spine, "When you suggested this establishment at Hogwarts.... I expected something far more tedious than a room full of arrogant, tiny predators. I approve."
Hermione blushed, biting her inner lip, fingers tangling in her bushy hair. She had spent the weeks following her first year at Hogwarts thinking about him.
Lucifer was really an anomaly, impossibly 'charming!' Over the school year, her fierce academic curiosity had quietly morphed into something much warmer, and much more terrifying, romantic infatuation!
It was just hormones leaving skin feeling too tight for her body.
"I thought... well, I know you appreciate the 'finer' things," Hermione stammered trying to sound like the logical girl she was, but her personality was failing, her brain felt entirely short-circuited, "And the arithmancy... behind cat behavior is actually quite fascinating."
She reached down, her hand trembling slightly as she scooped up a sleek black cat that had wandered near her ankles, settling it onto her lap.... Her fingers stroked its fur with a frantic, rhythmic motion, using the animal as a 'distraction' to hide her racing pulse.
"Is that why your heart is racing so beautifully?" Lucifer teased, his black eyes flashing with a wicked, knowing amusement. He leaned across the table, his presence overwhelming her senses, "Or is it the company?"
Before Hermione could melt into total embarrassment, the barista arrived with their order. She totally invited him out on a 'Date', well that's not exactly the word she used, but it counts right, it totally does right?
Her heart was pounding like wild. Reality of it made her blood run hot.
"Two 3D specialty lattes," the server announced, placing the cups down.
Hermione's eyes widened, "Oh, my."
Floating on top of the dark espresso were two intricate, ثلاثي الأبعاد figures molded entirely out of dense, thick white milk foam.
On her cup, a beautifully sculpted foam cat sat perched on the rim, its tiny paws seemingly hanging over the edge, it looked too cute to eat.
Lucifer's cup featured a remarkably detailed foam lion, looking suitably regal.
"Look at the surface! There's a tail." Hermione whispered in awe, her defense mechanism kicking in to hide her blushing cheeks, "To stabilize the foam structure like that without magic is brilliant!"
Eyes darting from the coffee to the sharp, elegant slope of boy's jaw.
"Charming," Lucifer murmured, though his eyes never left Hermione's face, "Go on then. Drink up before your feline dissolves."
She lifted the heavy ceramic mug to her lips. Taking a careful sip, trying best not to disturb the foam art. The espresso was rich, but thick, creamy milk foam from the cat sculpture coated her upper lip.
As she pulled the cup away, Lucifer suddenly froze. His smirk widened into a look of genuine delight.
"What?" Hermione blinked, suddenly self-conscious, "Is there, is there something on my face?"
"Hold still," Lucifer chuckled. Instead of drawing his wand, he reached across the table. His thumb, warm and surprisingly gentle, brushed against her upper lip.
Hermione's breath hitched. Her entire body went rigid as his skin touched hers, a jolt of pure electricity sparking at the contact.
He pulled his hand back, showing her a dollop of white cream on his thumb.
"You had a rather magnificent mustache, my dear. Though, I must say, the look suited you."
"Oh, Merlin! I am clumsy," Hermione squeaked, burying her flaming face in her hands. She was a top student, a Gryffindor, yet she was completely defenseless against him.
Stripped of all her usual sharp answers.
Lucifer laughed in a rich melodic sound that filled quiet corner of the cafe. He leaned back, licking foam from his thumb with a slow motion that made Hermione's stomach do flips. It was 'definitely on purpose!'
She catalogued every movement of his tongue, her gaze dropping to his lips-full, dark, and parted slightly. A sudden, feral urge shot through her, a wave of pure 'puberty-driven lust' that made her want to lean across the pastel table, grab his lapels, and press her mouth hard against his.
She wanted to know what he tasted like. She wanted to feel that heat against 'her own lips.'
"What?" Lucifer said softly, his tone shifting into something surprisingly tender, "Do you want to lick it?"
"Eeep....?!" Hermione peeked through her fingers, face burning hotter. The 'black cat' on her lap gave a soft meow, shifting against her, but she could barely feel it. Her eyes drifted down from his mouth... tracing the open collar of his shirt, down sharp line of his chest, and further down the table.
Her breath grew shallow as her gaze landed on his lap, where the calico cat was curled up right against his thighs.
Her mind took a sharp, dangerous turn. She stared at the tight fabric of his trousers, her eyes fixing onto the silver track of his zipper.
''Thump! Thump!'
A heavy, throbbing restlessness pooled in her lower stomach. She imagined reaching under the table, dropping to her knees on the cool floorboards beneath shelter, brushing the cat aside and letting her fingers track that metal line.....
And pulling it down with her teeth. She wanted to feel the heavy, rigid length of his cock pressing against her cheek, to feel the familiar, musky scent of his sweat filling her senses until she couldn't think straight.
----Kiss' it open just to see how he would react to see if she could make him lose his composure for once.
'Merlin, I want to swallow every part of him', the thought flashed violently through her mind.
She swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. Her mind had repeatedly drifted back to visceral memory of him---the 'ache' in her jaw after hours of holding him inside her mouth, the heavy thickness of his semen coating her throat.
Lingering taste of his cum that she found herself missing with a 'hunger'.
He didn't see her as just an annoying schoolgirl or sidekick. As the calico cat curled even more on Lucifer's lap, she took another sip of her latte, secretly wishing this summer vacation would never have to end.
"I want to suck-" she blurted out, the words slipping past her lips before her brain could stop them.
Her eyes darted down to his hands, noting the sharp, flawless cut of his manicured nails, for a moment she wondered... 'where on earth had I found the courage to cut them myself, last night?'
A hazy memory resurfaced.
Lucifer's eyebrows shot up, a slow, deeply intrigued smirk spreading across his face. "Do you 'now?"
Hermione's eyes widened in sheer horror as she realized what she had just said. Her face burned a furious, deep crimson. "-suck the foam! The foam off the spoon! I mean, it's just so thick and... and I'm just 'completely' overwhelmed today, honestly!" She rushed her words, her hands flying to her chest as if to physically hold her composure together.
"The heat is just making me scatter brained," she stammered, desperately trying to cover up her mishap, before he could interpret wrong, "And, I've been feeling physically ache all week. I've outgrown most of my wardrobe this summer-none of blouses fit 'properly anymore', and the sudden weight of my chest is giving me the most dreadful backaches.... It's entirely distracting. My body has been changing so rapidly lately, it feels so chaotic ever since I started my cycle.... It completely throws off one's internal equilibrium!"
Lucifer's tone softened as he listened to her frantic teen problems, "So it is merely a matter of 'biological distraction then?"
"Exactly!" Hermione gasped, seizing the lifeline. Girl's issues slipping through her before she could even had filter it into something proper.
"But you're staring so hard," Lucifer murmured. He hadn't moved his hand back to his side of the table. Instead, his long fingers played with the edge of her saucer, knuckles occasionally brushing against her sleeve.
"I... I was just thinking about next term," She lied, her voice dropping a length. Hermione shifted restlessly on the plush leather bench, the friction of her denim skirt against her skin only heightening the tight, 'uncomfortable' ache between her thighs.
---Her full chest was pressed noticeably against edge of the table as she leaned in. Trying to find a sense of composure that seemed to be slipping through her fingers.
Lucifer's eyes remained fixed on her, tracing the line of her expression with an intensity that made her breath catch in her chest.
Under his steady gaze, she felt a wave of restlessness she couldn't quite explain, "Next term is months away."
His tone seemed to vibrate through the wood of the table, "And yet, you sit here as though---Is the brilliant Gryffindor truly so unsettled by a simple conversation?"
"I am not 'unsettled," She breathed with a glare, a spark of her usual defiance flaring up, though it lacked its typical sharp edge. Hermione leaned forward, intending to look him in the eye and reclaim her ground.
But her focus kept dropping back to his throat, watching the pulse point ticking there.
The heat inside the cafe was suffocating, and it had nothing to do with the London summer outside. She was tired of silence, tired of the way, summer seemed to stretch on with nothing but hum of the ceiling fan to fill the gaps.'
Hermione kept her eyes focused on her hands, there was a library book on the table needed to be returned, she hadn't actually read it complete in last 'four days'. And, limit has passed.
Completely forgotten. She was drowned in her own 'illicit' thoughts.
Across the table, Lucifer looked entirely too comfortable, completely aware of the effect he was having on her.
"I'm just... 'thinking. Is that a crime now?" Hermione snapped back up with vigour.
"Depends on what you're thinking about," he replied, tracking the nervous energy radiating off her, "You look like you're ready to bolt, or start an argument. Knowing you, it's probably the 'latter."
'Meow~~!' Silk-chan to the rescue!'
The calico on his lap shifted, stretching its paws against his thigh, drawing Hermione's gaze downward once more, almost jealous of feline.
"It's just the 'heat," She lied again, though the restless energy in her limbs suggested otherwise. She was keenly watching the way he was rotating his mug, "Drink your coffee, Lucifer..."
She took another shaky sip of her latte, eyes locked onto his mouth, secretly praying harder. 'If only he would casually part his knees slightly....'
A silent wicked invitation inside her brain was making the space beneath the table feel incredibly small, and incredibly loud.
xxxxxxx
When Daphne learned that Lucifer was living with Hermione, she was so furious she stormed from the Greengrass estate straight to Diagon Alley to have it out with the witch.
Shameless! Snatching him first!
Daphne then began pestering him relentlessly, hoping he'd come over sooner. But at that time, Lucifer was busy with penthouse, so he was able to make her 'understand.
Hermione's home was in----
'8 Heathgate, Tottenham road, (or Tottingham) Hampstead Garden Suburb, London, England.'
It was an elevated, landlocked residential area located in Northwest London, miles away from any major coastline or port.
The neighborhood was entirely inland, characterized by rolling hills, leafy tree-lined streets, and massive green spaces like the 'Hampstead Heath Extension.'
Not far from King's Cross Station. The surroundings were quiet, and neighbors were mostly upper-middle class professionals and small business owners. No risk of vagrants or troublemakers here. After all, the police's top priority was always protecting these tax-paying "lords."
On his third day at Hermione's, a letter from Dumbledore arrived, Nicolas Flamel's reply. It included detailed instructions for brewing the Elixir of Life, the gold transmutation process, and his own private insights of Greengrass family curse.
According to Flamel's letter, remaining energy in Stone could produce either twenty years' worth of Elixir or one metric ton of pure gold.
Lucifer had no choice---he used the Philosopher's Stone to transmute one-tenth of that power to create 100 kilograms of gold bars, just for the heck of it, see if it would work.
It really did... Anyway, he still paid cash in British ponds for the renovation cost, and put gold bars away locked in his treasury.
With Philosopher's Stone.
"...." Hermione who witnessed the magic happen inside her bedroom, she was shaking so hard looking at the golden tower, and almost jumped into the pile, smacking her head.
She didn't hold more than two out of fear if it mistakenly reverted back into a pathetic pile of lead, due to her messing up somewhere or even she breathed or looked at it wrongly.
Lucifer gifted her a gold pencil, no chance of rebuttal.
Only then did Hermione realize that the "most precious treasure" Dumbledore had spoken of was the Philosopher's Stone itself!
She let out a whistle, and pocketed away her "shiny" writing material, putting it away carefully in her childhood seven year old 'Piggy Bank'.
On the last day of June, Lucifer was packing in his room when an owl delivered a letter from Newt:
'I'll be back in New York after July 10th. You're welcome anytime, Mr. Morningstar.
Yours sincerely, Newt Scamander.'
July 10th, huh? Lucifer calculated silently--he'd spend two or three days at Daphne's, then head to New York days before 10th, meeting 'nasty' people of the earth, then Newt's as scheduled (15th...) and afterward to Paris. At that moment, a request for mental contact came through from Grindelwald.
Lucifer's expression shifted as he entered the 'study space! Inside, Grindelwald greeted him with uncontained excitement.
"Devil, I've succeeded in the research on the Flying Charm you wanted!"
"Success?"
His eyes lit up in an instant. Just when he was "nodding off," someone had brought him the perfect "pillow." Wasting no time, he urged the man to give him a demonstration right away.
Grindelwald exchanged a knowing glance, then broke into smile.
"I'll see for myself first," Lucifer said, taking a few steps back to give him space.
"All right, widen your eyes!"
He flicked his wand, and behind him appeared a pair of black, feathered wings--not 'physical wings', but ones entirely formed from pure magical energy. Every single feather shimmered faintly, glinting with a dark, 'raven-like luster.'
The wings didn't flap. Instead, the feathers subtly shifted in angle, and Grindelwald rose smoothly into the air. His voice drifted down from above.
"The incantation for this spell is 'PlumaTegmen'---or you could call it 'Raven's Feather.' Don't you think it's perfect for Ravenclaw?"
Lucifer's face darkened, "Old Gellert, I'm Slytherin cum Gryffindor'. Don't you think making me learn a 'Ravenclaw---themed' spell is a bit much?"
Hovering in midair, Grindelwald just shrugged. Glancing at his own wings, he replied, "Can't help it---I just thought the name fit perfectly."
Lucifer grudgingly nodded.
If it had been nighttime, Grindelwald, suspended in the air with those gleaming black wings, would indeed look just like a giant raven.
"My spell," Grindelwald continued, "is essentially controlling air currents through 'magical power'. I've been talking with that Undead of yours. Every 'feather' influences the flow of air, allowing for flight... The feathers also carry a degree of defensive magic---they can serve as a shield when needed."
To demonstrate, he folded the wings in front of him like a barrier. His flight speed dropped sharply--the 'reduced' surface meant less air control.
"What's the top speed?" Lucifer asked.
Grindelwald shook his head and descended, "It's just been developed. I was inspired from you lot. You can't expect 'perfection'.... Later, by compressing air currents with magic, you can trigger 'bursts---speed' will definitely increase."
Lucifer nodded.
It was brilliant---using magic to manipulate physical forces. Science and sorcery, perfectly entwined.
"If the world uses gravity to bind us humans... to the ground, then fight gravity. Fight the 'world itself."
Grindelwald's chuckle was dark, sinisterly evil, the same one which terrorized the entire Wizarding world in his prime.
For a moment, Lucifer was jealous of his own 'Kryptonian' wife, Kara Dave---
xxxxxxx
It was his last day staying at Hermione's house, and he couldn't spend all his time studying. They had planned to visit the "Aquarium" and then have morning tea together one last time.
She didn't want Lucifer to leave, but knew if she kept him any longer, Daphne's mother would storm over. And with Lucifer heading to America on 4th, their time although short, but he had fulfilled the promise, being fair.
xxxxxxx
Vacation from Hermione's Side~
• She stared at his lower cheeks when he went to put the empty plate in kitchen, and made a groping motion under the table.
• She sucked him 'hard' that night.
• In a moment of waking up, she ended up straining her ears at the bathroom, hearing the boy peeing and taking a dump.
Hermione humped the door right there, imagining it was his calf.
Merlin, she was so 'horny!'
• She was helping her Mum washing the dinnerware, and tucked away his spoon without her notice.
It was inside and rubbed over various strange places in the night.
• She stole his used dirty underwear, and put whole face inside.
• Nothing exciting happened, but she got away with sniffing his armpits.
• They ended up arguing over a 'BounceBall' game, and she bit him, leaving red teeth marks on neck.
Mouthing a quiet "Sorry", offering her body softening cream.
• Teasing him, she offered to wash his back showing her goodwill, the boy declined with a chuckle... He didn't take her words seriously.
She gave his testicles a couple of playful swats that night.
• She captured his snoring in her voice recorder.
• She heard a 'fairy' tale at night.
.....
• On the last night, she stood in an awkward position over his genitals, trembling like a leaf, and 'peed' a little.
Her intense emotions of marking him thoroughly kept her from chickening out, and pushed it to what she wanted.
There were 'lots and lots' of innocent kissings, and secret pleasures each night, bringing a new Calendar insight to her adventures.
-----Hermione remembered not washing her hand, the first time she met Lucifer where he kissed her knuckles, for the next two days.
xxxxxxx
The next morning, he said goodbye to Hermione and left Grangers' home.
She was very close in giving a kiss to Lucifer's lips, but changed her mind being satisfied at the corner.
Giving him one of her "Hermi-hugs."
He had two options for getting to the Greengrass estate: the Knight Bus, or Shadowing bit by bit until he found the place. As for the Floo Network... not everyone's home was as freely accessible as the Weasleys' Burrow.
Imagine if anyone could just say your address and step right into your living room through the fireplace--that would be a 'security nightmare.'
So, Lucifer chose a third option. He would let Ainz use one of his 7th tier spells "Greater Teleportation,"
A standard, instantaneous spell with no distance limits that allowed Ainz to transfer himself or others to known locations.... But targets must willingly accept the spell to be transferred (otherwise they could resist or end up twisted into a black hole).
----Ainz frequently used this to rapidly relocate himself across the map of Underworld, also known as "Shadow of Heaven."
Lucifer was now strong enough for him to let it cast through his own body, even by 'solelypresent' in several deeps under the pit of scorching Multiversal curved line.
xxxxxx
As for magical consumption? Impossible to measure. Because before he felt even the slightest fatigue, Lucifer had already reached his destination.
The Greengrass manor sat beside a lake, protected not only by 'Muggle-repellingcharms' but also ancient wards against wizards.
These spells worked much like the Fidelius Charm---only if the resident sincerely 'toldyou the address', or wrote it down, could you see the place.
Snape had said that even Voldemort himself had needed an invitation to get in. That was how strong it was.
Standing at the manor's wrought--'irongates', Lucifer rang the bell. He didn't have to wait long before someone came to greet him. Two 'snow-white' stallions came galloping in, pulling a splendid carriage behind them.
Daphne leaned out of the carriage window, her small hand waving excitedly toward them.
It was Lucifer's time to fall into a haze of old memory, of a certain defiant man named Thomas Shelby, who quite with criminal elegant rode over in a Romani-gypsy Caravan, with two black horses beside, made a deal with him to grant a few years on Mortal plane, before succumbing to his brain tumour, branding his "Soul to the Devil."
Daphne's family was rich enough to keep horses--two of them, no less.
As soon as the carriage came to a halt, the girl couldn't wait a second longer. She hopped down, bounding over and offered her hand for a greeting, restraining herself from the last time when she'd thought of a hug (Tracey had given a 'menacing' look at the platform on several different occasions).
Taking a clear look at him.
The boy reciprocated with a smile.
"Lucifer, you finally came."
He smiled, shaking her hand.
"Didn't we just see each other a few days ago? Why do you make it sound like it's been forever?"
Daphne wrinkled her little nose in a playful, adorable way.
"Because I missed you so, so much."
A direct confession like that was impossible to guard against, especially when it wasn't meant in such a way. Seeing the upturned face, the bright eyes brimming with anticipation, Lucifer looked away a little too quickly, though his voice softened more than ever.
"All right... I missed you too."
Instantly, Daphne's smile lit up brighter than sunlight. Only then did Mrs. Greengrass step down from the carriage, leading a silver-haired girl by the hand.
Mrs. Greengrass wore a smile that was equal parts helpless and amused-well, perhaps also tinged with the kind of "auntie grin" that all but begged these two to get married on the spot.
The silver-haired girl, however, stared at Daphne wide-eyed, as if seeing her anew.
"Oh!"
Daphne, who had been happily lost in her reunion, finally noticed her mother and sister. She quickly slipped from Lucifer's fingers, ran over to the silver-haired girl, grabbed her hand, and introduced her.
"This is my absolutely adorable little sister, Astoria Greengrass! She's been wanting to meet you for ages--asks me every single day when 'you'll be coming."
The sort of sisterly secrets usually kept between girls were blurted out with zero hesitation, making two bright blushes bloom across Astoria's pale cheeks.
"S-Sister! I... I only wanted to thank Mr. Morningstar. Be clear about what you mean!" After the hurried clarification, Astoria quickly dipped into a small courtesy toward Lucifer hoping not be misunderstood. She already has someone she was interested in.
"Mr. Morningstar, thank you for the potion you sent. I'm feeling much better now."
"You can just call me Lucifer," he reminded her, "Your mother and Daphne do, so no need to be formal."
"All right... Lucifer." Astoria nodded obediently.
He studied her. He'd heard Daphne brag countless times about how 'beautiful' her sister was, claiming that no one in the entire school could compare. Now he finally saw for himself.
And while Daphne was certainly a shameless little 'sister-connoisseur', she wasn't wrong. In terms of looks, Lucifer thought Daphne was the most beautiful girl at school---Hermione was the cutest, in beauty she came very close, but cause of his taste.
----Daphne carried a certain refined elegance Hermione lacked, but she has her own cuteness overload, adorable merits.
Astoria's features, however, were even more delicate and balanced than Daphne's. If he were judging purely by facial beauty, perhaps only Darcy Valentine and her sister Alex could be considered on par.
But the Veela sisters' beauty was aggressive -radiant, almost to the point of attack---while Astoria, because of her frail health and curse on her body, exuded a softness instead.
She was the perfect, well-behaved daughter 'many people imagined' in their dreams. After two or three seconds under Lucifer's gaze, the girl shyly lowered her head.
Fortunately for her, his attention shifted---Daphne was already squabbling with 'Usagi.' The girl and the little dragon had never quite gotten along since their first meeting.
Hermione liked to cling to Lucifer's right arm, which often meant brushing against the pocket where 'Usagi' slept. The tiny dragon was prone to 'morning' crankiness!
That same habit had also infected Daphne's mindset due to the company between the two. Still, because she carried a little bit of Lucifer's scent too, even though it was a lot lesser than Hermione's, but that was enough.
'Usagi' never truly lashed out---just insisted on bickering with girls for a while each time, as if fighting her mother's position against the Dad.
In the short two weeks since Lucifer had last checked, 'Usagi' had grown from a slippery eel-like hatchling to over half a meter in length. This little rascal was utilising full benefits of Lucifer's enchanted clothing pockets to let herself come and go freely.
The trouble was... Usagi had become a 'picky eater'. Dragon meat no longer excited her. Her new request? She even roped Yotsuha into it, 'Meteorite-infused feed'. That's right, Lucifer had confirmed it with the girl's mother, she wasn't joking.
'Rayquaza', being a legendary creature that lived in the upper atmosphere, could absorb energy of meteorites to strengthen itself, and even store it in a special organ to trigger-- 'Mega Evolution.'
Helpless, Lucifer had been making "zero-galleon purchases"---fishing into his own buyout museums and research labs to pick a number of meteorite samples. But Usagi's appetite was growing faster than he could keep up, and it's not as though he could fly into space for food without his "wings."
This was supposed to be a parent's job. Lucifer had somehow become the 'dragonmom', he had decided to send her back to rascal's mother, and feed from constellations, Ozone layer there.
"Ahhh! Usagi! That hair took me the whole morning to style!"
The crystalline tiara on Daphne's head had been yanked off, her perfect princess-poof hair now in disarray. Usagi, meanwhile, darted happily back into Lucifer's pocket, poking his head out to stick her tongue at her in triumph.
'That's what you get for squeezing me earlier.'
"All right, Daphne," Mrs. Greengrass called out helplessly.
"Lucifer's finally here and you're blocking him at the door? Get on the carriage already."
At her mother's word, Daphne instantly wilted and, with exaggerated obedience, led Lucifer up into the carriage.
The carriage looked small from the outside, but inside, a 'Seamless Extension Charm' had been applied, making it fifty or sixty square meters wide, complete with coffee table, sofa, and several oil paintings hanging on the walls.
On the table were some small snacks, and moment they boarded, Daphne began dividing desserts between her sister and Lucifer.
Mrs. Greengrass smiled.
"There's still plenty of time. Why don't I take you around the manor first, so you can get familiar with the place you'll be living from now on?"
With that, the carriage set off at an unhurried pace. Her wording was interesting---she didn't say "for the next few days," but "from now on."
She truly had no choice. Her daughter's heart seemed to be entirely wrapped around Lucifer. Don't say that eleven or twelve-year olds don't understand love--who hasn't been through that age before?
At the rate things were developing, with the way Lucifer spoiled Daphne, there was little chance of any surprises. 'So the Greengrass Manor would, in the future, be... not half his home, but simply his home.'
This lady was completely in her own sense of the world. Lucifer leaned against the carriage window, taking in the scenery outside.
His first impression was: 'huge.'
There was a lake, and in front of it a vast lawn, a castle, and in addition to the main castle, two watchtowers. Even two mountains behind the main castle were within estate's bounds.
There were also farmlands and orchards. As the carriage passed by, a house-elf was controlling more than a dozen watering cans to irrigate fruit trees. The elf itself gave a deep bow toward carriage, only straightening up after they had gone far.
"This is Tapp," Daphne explained. "He's in charge of everything outside the castle-planting trees, tending flowers, buying ingredients, preparing the carriages. If you want to 'eat' something or need to go somewhere, just tell him."
At that moment, Astoria's soft, gentle voice chimed in, "I'm pretty familiar with the house too. You can ask me as well, Lucifer."
"In that case, I'll choose Astoria," Lucifer shrugged, "Looking at a house-elf just puts me in a bad mood."
The others laughed, not finding anything strange in his comment. A proper house-elf was supposed to be so unobtrusive that people barely noticed their existence. At Hogwarts, many spent seven years there without even 'realizing' the school had house-elves at all.
However, certain jobs like orchard work had to be done in daylight-thus Lucifer had spotted this one.
The carriage circled slowly around the lake. Warm wind flowed in through windows, the water's surface glittering, with fish occasionally leaping out---tempting Lucifer to take up a fishing rod.
They soon arrived at grounds behind the castle, where Mrs. Greengrass began introducing various facilities.
Lucifer was puzzled. The place looked like a Muggle noble's estate, with an archery range, a fencing arena, and wooden practice dummies! 'Judging from the look of things, these had been unused for quite some time... spotlessly clean from the house-elves' work, but without a single trace of actual wear.'
Mrs. Greengrass seemed to read his thoughts and explained with a smile,
"This castle was purchased from the Duke of Norfolk by our ancestors. At that time, Muggle and wizarding society were still 'closely' linked, and even wizards often took part in noble pastimes. So we didn't remove these facilities."
Lucifer finally understood. Half an hour later, the carriage pulled up in front of main gates of Castle.
They disembarked, pushing open the grand oak doors, and were greeted by a hall over two hundred square meters in size. For a moment, Lucifer felt an odd illusion, like he had returned to Hogwarts.
Though Greengrass family's castle was only half the size of Hogwarts, once inside, the difference didn't feel so noticeable.
This time Mrs. Greengrass didn't lead him on a tour. There were simply too many rooms to see in one day.
Instead, she let her two daughters take him to the 'bedroom' that had been prepared for him.
Astoria was far quieter than Daphne, speaking little along the way. Lucifer took the opportunity to observe her closely, searching for signs of the Blood Curse. 'This family's curse is far worse...' he frowned as he looked at the girl's soul essence, 'This isn't just about life force being drained too quickly---it's damaged her magical potential as well. She'll never become an exceptional witch.'
Lady Treyni was equally furious as a mother spirit. She lived by nature's honor and despised such cursed magic--especially those inherited through 'generations'. Even Killing was quick; this kind of torment had lasted for 'centuries!'
She turned to Grindelwald. "You're a 'rotten-to-the-core' Dark Lord.... You know more about dark magic than I do--do you know who created this curse?"
Grindelwald, long used to these Demons's bluntness, didn't take offense. He thought for a moment before shaking his head, "There are many origins for blood curses---some from East Asia, some from the southern continents. As for Britain... I can't recall any native wizards particularly skilled in curses."
"Completely useless," Lucifer muttered. That silenced them both. It did seem... they were indeed useless, unable to even break a blood curse.
Ouch. That one stung.
'Husband, give me her blood. I'll find her a remedy cure, I swear on my Dryad name!'
"We're here."
Daphne pushed open a pair of doors, revealing a suite with bedroom, washroom, study, sitting room, and even a dining area--all furnished in ornate European classical style, clearly expensive.
"My room's to the left when you step outside, Astoria's is diagonally opposite. Maple will come later to put a nameplate on your door so you won't get lost."
Lucifer tapped her on the head. "My memory isn't as bad as 'Davis'."
Daphne stuck out her tongue playfully.
"Astoria," he suddenly said.
The silver-haired girl looked over, puzzled.
"Can I examine your body?" Lucifer asked, with a polite smile on face, hoping not to scare the child, "I just want to check the deeper state of the curse inside you."
Astoria obediently stepped over, quiet as a doll. Daphne held her breath, afraid to disturb Lucifer's concentration. He gestured for Astoria to sit on the sofa, and rested his wand lightly on her shoulder.
There was a specialized discipline called "Magical deconstruction" not using the eyes, but one's own magic to sense essence of an object. This gave a truer understanding of its nature, and was an essential prerequisite for many advanced body spells.
This was the method Lucifer used to analyze Astoria. His magic, guided by his will, flowed into the girl's body. Lucifer had deconstructed many creatures before, Unicorns, Succubus, Elves, Dwarves, Kamel-horse, Dark elves----- and of course 'humans.'
The human body was less complex than that of a 'Nightwitch', but far more complex when magic was involved, and the variations between individuals were 'also' much greater.
As his magic penetrated further, Lucifer raised his eyebrows. If other people's souls---his own included -appeared to his magical senses like perfect spheres, with a complex internal structure like a maze, then Astoria's was like a sphere with a piece carved out, an open cake.
The inside was directly exposed, and because it wasn't sealed, what was inside naturally 'leaked out'. Lucifer suspected that this gap was the direct result of the Blood Curse. But time was too short to tell whether the gap was being repaired, then damage again in cycle--or was still growing.
"How is it?" Daphne, the elder sister, was even more nervous than Astoria.
"I can only sense the presence of the blood curse," Lucifer admitted honestly, "But as for how to lift it... For now, I don't have the best clue. However, I can give us more time."
He chose to tell the truth. False hope was far crueler than a blunt reality---if he promised now and failed later, what then? Daphne's disappointment was plain to see, but surprisingly, it was Astoria who comforted her.
"It's alright, sister. I have Lucifer's potion now. Even if I can't be completely cured, my body is already much stronger than before. I can live a normal life..."
Lucifer looked at the silver-haired girl, thinking how rare such a mindset was. It reminded him of his own suffering from the 'Mark of Cain', when God cursed him--- it's really admirable for being able to face it so calmly without clear hope in sight.
Perhaps being tormented for over a decade had already made her see through life.
"But potions have resistance over time," Daphne said with a hint of grievance, hugging Lucifer's arm as if to defend herself, "I'm not blaming you. I'm just... worried for Astoria."
"I understand how you feel," Lucifer patted her head gently, "That's why I brought a better solution this time. It still can't completely solve the problem, but at least it can guarantee there'll be no issues.... for the next 'thirty 'three years."
Half an hour later, in the banquet hall. The entire Greengrass family was wide-eyed, staring at the bright red stone on the table.
Only Lucifer remained unbothered, enjoying the exquisite dishes that the family's house-elf, Maple, had prepared for him.
"This... this is the P-Philosopher's Stone?" Madam Greengrass's voice trembled.
"So Dumbledore gave it to you after all," Daphne murmured. She hadn't heard this before---Lucifer had saved the revelation for now, intending to surprise her.
"Now, it is 'the' Philosopher's Stone," Lucifer explained, swallowing a mouthful of truffle-baked escargot, "It was not complete. Much of its energy had already been used up.... So, I used a special 'feather's' magic and phoenix's tear drop into it. With that, at most, it can produce 'thirty three' years' worth of Elixir of Life."
For Hermione's core problem, he wouldn't need much, but a vial made of this stone, drops of how own blood soaked into his 'feather', and a tear of phoenix to stabilize it properly, perfectly, he would slip the drink into any of the edible she was about to intake, so it wouldn't be much of a problem. The girl probably not even notice he had spiked it.
"That's enough. More than enough!" Madam Greengrass clutched the stone tightly, almost reverently. Thirty three extra years of life--added to the 'life-extending potions' Lucifer had been brewing for Astoria, plus her natural life expectancy of over twenty more years---meant she could live to around 'sixty five or good Merlin, even seventy sive years!'
----For a witch, that still wasn't long, but it was enough for her to experience the full arc of life from childhood to old age. And those added years also meant more time to find a permanent solution!'
Lucifer had taken Astoria's blood.
With that thought, Madam Greengrass could no longer contain herself. She rose solemnly and gave Lucifer a deep bow. Astoria quickly followed suit, and even Daphne joined in.
"Mr. Morningstar, I don't even know how to thank you," Madam Greengrass said gravely, "From this day forward, 'the Greengrass family' is your most loyal friend. Whatever you need---if it is within my power-it will be 'done."
.....In normal conversation, calling him Lucifer was fine, but in such a formal moment, she switched to his full name.
"Thank you, Mr. Morningstar," Astoria added respectfully.
"Eh, Daphne---you can skip the formalities," Lucifer said quickly, catching the little witch's hand before she could bow--almost pulling her into his arms. Daphne's cheeks flushed pink, and she leaned over to plant a quick 'muah' on his cheek in thanks, with complicated feelings as she said an apology to Tracey in her mind. Saying it didn't mean to be courtful manner.
"From now on, we're family. One thank--you is enough," Lucifer said warmly, accepting their gratitude this time so Madam Greengrass and Astoria would feel better.
"In that case, there is something I could... use your 'help' with," he continued without hesitation. After all, if they were now family, it would be a waste not to tap into vast resources of the Greengrass household, "Usagi has become terribly picky---aside from meteorites, she refuses to eat anything else. Could you help me gather some?"
"Of course, of course," Madam Greengrass replied without missing a beat, "There are some meteorites in Weit Castle's storage; collecting dust and nothing, you can take those first. Tomorrow, I'll speak with some friends and quickly acquire 'another' batch."
In Wizarding world, meteorites could be used as alchemical components or potion ingredients, with far more applications than in Muggle world.
Madam Greengrass then presented the gift she had prepared for him.
"I heard you'll be going to America soon. This is a registered international Portkey--'completely legal.' However, you'll need to make a stop in Canada for transit. Here's the Ministry of Transportation's approval.... Once you arrive, they'll give you the next Portkey for your final destination."
Portkeys were one of the most commonly used means of long-distance travel among wizards, capable of whisking a person instantly from one location to another fixed point.
Although Apparition was a far more convenient form of magical transportation, not all wizards could master it. Even for those who had, traveling great distances by Apparition was often impossible.
It was worth noting that Portkeys were not a form of instantaneous teleportation; rather, they worked by propelling the object and anyone touching it at an astonishing speed---over a thousand miles per hour, until they reached the destination.
The Ministry of Magic placed strict controls on their use. Every Portkey had to be officially registered before it was used, and even after use, it had to be returned for centralized disposal.
International travel was the most tightly regulated of all--requiring at least two weeks' notice and the approval of both countries' Ministries of Magic.
Originally, Lucifer had intended to try this earth's Muggle airplane to America---if not, ask Ainz, after all, there was no way a minor like him would get Ministry approval for an international Portkey.
But to his surprise, Mrs. Greengrass had already arranged everything.
Thinking about it, it made perfect sense. As Head of the Department of Magical Transportation, acquiring an international 'Portkey' was an ordeal for others---but for Mrs. Greengrass, it was as simple as writing application herself and stamping her 'ownapproval!'
"While you're at it, could you get me two Portkeys from America to France? I'll be visiting a friend's village in August," Lucifer said, recalling his holiday plans.
"Mmm.. I'll contact them. Every time you register your arrival, they'll give you a return Portkey. You can just go directly from Britain to France then."
She agreed so easily, in fact Madam Greengrass' was also reading more into her own benefit, 'just a little!'
"That's a great help, thank you."
"No need to thank me, Lucifer," Mrs. Greengrass said warmly, motioning for him to help himself to more dishes. After the luncheon, Daphne had planned to take her little sister to see the unicorns....
But Mrs. Greengrass invited Lucifer to her study instead. The sisters had no choice but to go for their nap first, planning to visit Unicorns later in the afternoon.
Lucifer followed her upstairs. The castle had many studies---an entire three floors on the east wing were devoted to a massive library but the one Mrs. Greengrass led him to was on the fourth floor, in the private quarters of the owner's wing.
They sat opposite each other at an enormous desk. With a small wave of her hand, tea appeared on the tabletop.
"Lucifer, how much do you know about Astoria's blood curse?"
He recounted everything he had learned from Grindelwald and Dumbledore.
When she heard Dumbledore's name, Mrs. Greengrass's brow furrowed slightly, though her expression quickly returned to calm.
"From the sound of it, you've got a fairly complete picture. It's a curse that devours 'life force'-one that appears without fail in every generation. My sister, my aunt... all victims of it."
Her beautiful face turned sorrowful, "But what does knowing change? When I gave birth to Daphne, for the sake of the family's continuation, I had to have another child---and with my bloodline, one of them was bound to 'suffer'.... Lucifer, thanks to you, Astoria's been able to live more comfortably than I ever thought possible."
"My ancestors considered asking Nicolas Flamel for the Philosopher's Stone, but the 'great' alchemist has never let a 'drop' of Elixir of Life leave his possession. The fact you managed to get the Stone... it astonishes me."
Lucifer smiled and shook his head, "It was pure timing, really. According to Dumbledore, Nicolas Flamel and his wife decided they'd lived long enough, so they lent the Stone to him as bait. I 'just happened' to be there at the right moment to get it..."
"That in itself is a kind of talent," Mrs. Greengrass said, thinking Lucifer was far too modest, especially with his background. To snatch something from under Dumbledore's nose was no small feat.
Her expression grew serious again, "Lucifer, I intend to open all of House Greengrass's treasures and resources to you--to help you reach the pinnacle of magic as quickly as possible."
"In return, I have only one request: that if... you ever have the means, you find a way to remove the 'blood curse completely."
Lucifer shook his head, "You don't need to make it a bargain. For Daphne's sake, I'd do what I could anyway.... She helped me and my muggleborn friend a great deal when we first entered the Wizarding world. If I wasn't willing to help, I wouldn't have brought out the Philosopher's Stone in the first place."
Truth be told, what he really wanted was the method of 'creating' the magical blood curse itself. Then, whenever someone crossed him in this world, he could ensure their family line 'ended forever'. To most pure-bloods except perhaps a few madmen, nothing was more precious than the continuation of their 'lineage.'
He had asked Grindelwald before, but the old man's repertoire of blood curses was pitiful, little more than curiosities.
It made sense, though. Wizards who could craft such vicious, insidious curses were usually among the most depraved of Dark wizards and such men were "not in the habit" of sharing their work.
"You value loyalty. So does House Greengrass," She said with a small smile. That, more than anything, was why she had chosen to invest in Lucifer.
....Daphne's earlier gift of two hundred and seventy Galleons, was nothing compared to 'four' thousand that covered a month's maintenance of the castle---but Lucifer's return had already far exceeded that sum.
Wizards were creatures of conviction.
Their personalities rarely changed unless they suffered a great 'upheaval-and' even then, such change often diminished their power, "Three years old and already the man you'll become," as the saying went.
Following that philosophy, Mrs. Greengrass had avoided major mistakes for years. Even in times of decline, she had survived unscathed simply by not ending up on the losing side---at worst, she had to accept a smaller share of the spoils.
"Lucifer, you may think magic is ultimately about personal power--and that aside from stronger wizards, no one else can 'reallyhelp you'. I may not be particularly powerful myself. But the strength... of my family's legacy is still something I can lend to you."
As she spoke, she walked to a wall of bookshelves. With a specific wand movement, she unlocked a hidden compartment and retrieved a thick stack of parchment.
Returning to her seat, she smiled faintly at the boy before her.
"Do you know why House Greengrass has been... able to thrive for 'centuries', sitting atop vast wealth without inviting envy or attack?"
"Other than buying off your enemies, very few come to mind."
Lucifer shook his head. Truth be told, he couldn't imagine why. Look at them now, a single middle-aged beauty and two young ones... They didn't even have enough members to muster a token fighting force.
Yet they lived lavishly, without even trying to hide it. Why hadn't one of those deranged, Dark Arts--obsessed families swooped in to take advantage?
"Seer perhaps? You continue to amaze me.... 'very close', I may say. This is our family's ultimate secret. Though, to be fair, most of the old families know it too." Mrs. Greengrass slid the stack of parchment toward him, with a slight grin tugging at the upper lip, "Take a look."
Lucifer's eyes widened slightly when he saw what was written. A contract?
The first parchment was clearly a contract, between House Greengrass and the Lestrange family. Its terms stated that, provided it didn't severely damage their own interests, Lestrange would unconditionally help House Greengrass in any one matter.
Lucifer flipped to the second sheet. This one was with Beaux family-a pure-blood family from France. He knew of them; the last French Minister for Magic had come from their ranks.
Then came the names: Avery, Carrow, Crouch, Borgin...Of the Sacred Twenty-Eight pure-blood families, aside from Longbottom, Weasley, and Shacklebolt, all the remaining twenty-five were on the list---some with more than one contract.
Lucifer sucked in a sharp breath and stared at Mrs. Greengrass in astonishment, "These contracts... It's really to my tastes."
The woman tried to suppress her full on evil smug grin with a touch of restraint, "These contracts are all genuine---some were signed in recent years, others were obtained by my ancestors. The legacy of Greengrass family is built upon contract magic. We like making friends, and we like making deals... Over the centuries, slowly but surely, everyone became our friend. Like you said, removing enemies..."
"What happens if someone breaks a contract?"
"Half of their magic is permanently gone, and their lifespan is cut in half. Rest assured, binding power is strong---very few witches or wizards would risk so much just to break an agreement.... Besides, each contract is written in a way that doesn't overly 'harm' the signee's own interests."
Ah. Now Lucifer understood, completely. These weren't just contracts. This was the Greengrass family holding hundreds---if not thousands of pure-blood IOUs in their hands. Cross them, and they could simply toss out a few dozen, and witches and wizards from all over the world would show up to back them.
Sure, there might be the occasional stubborn soul willing to shorten their life rather than honor the agreement, but in such overwhelming numbers, losing 'one or two' made no difference.
And through these contracts, the Greengrasses could effortlessly extend their influence into countless trades and industries. As long as they didn't touch the "big pie" directly, no one would want to offend them.
Over time, they became a colossal presence 'spanning multiple' fields, hoarding vast wealth.
Lucifer's curiosity was piqued.
"Professor Snape once told me that Voldemort came to this castle... and afterward gave strict orders not to provoke the Greengrasses. What 'exactly' happened there?"
"The Dark Lord..." Lady Greengrass's expression softened into memory, "It was shortly after I graduated. My mother was still alive back then--it was she who persuaded him to leave."
"I remember she offered him a hundred thousand Galleons, along with ten contracts outside the British Isles, as a gesture of good faith... In truth, my mother supported the Dark Lord in her heart---he could bring greater benefits to pure-bloods. But our family... creed is---"
"To never take a permanent side, to survive by our connections. So she could only go that far. At that time, the Dark Lord hadn't completely gone mad.... He wanted to use the contracts we held to expand his influence overseas, so he treated us with a certain level of 'respect.' But before he could conquer Britain, Harry Potter defeated him. Dramatic, isn't it?"
Lucifer could understand that stance.
Slytherin pure-bloods were the ruling class; naturally, they didn't like Dumbledore's policies that hurt their interests. And Voldemort hadn't been insane from the start--it was only after the rebounding Killing Curse, which struck him, and left him half dead into a 'soul shattered' state, that he truly lost himself.
He could see the man's soul was broken into lots of pieces, just by staring at Quirrell's turban.
Everything came down to allegiances.
While Dumbledore lost Slytherin's support, other three Houses, being mostly half-bloods and Muggle-borns remained his power base, letting him keep a firm grip on the situation.
"The griffin eyes you wanted last time," Lady Greengrass added softly, "I secured those quickly by invoking one of the contracts.... This time, I plan to use them to help you copy every pure-blood family's private library in the country. There will be certain core books that are unobtainable, of course. But everything else should be no problem. I imagine that will be 'useful' to you."
Lucifer's eyes lit up.
Useful? This wasn't just useful-this was a 'Merlin-send! All the pure-blood libraries combined might not outright surpass the Restricted Section at Hogwarts, but they could certainly match it on equal footing.
"Thank you so much, Madam," Lucifer said, skipping any pretense of polite refusal.
(Special Note - Rachel Brosnahan aka Lois Lane from 'Superman' is playing here as Lady Evelyn Greengrass....)
She smiled faintly, "Call me Evelyn. It's a win-win situation, and a small gesture of 'mine'. But I hope you understand--the Greengrass family will never openly take a side. Even with you and Daphne, the help I can offer will always be 'indirect."'
"I understand... This is already more than enough, Evelyn."
And he meant it. These resources were things most witches and wizards could never hope to touch in their entire lives, what was there to complain about? As for ambition?
He was the first Snake--did you really need to ask if he had those? He had the ability and potential, needing time to recover his true strength, even so why should... he allow a bunch of low species, mediocre fools to stand above him and give orders?
To Lucifer Morningstar? Elevated status only mattered as long as others respected you.
.....When the Goddess turned her wrath on her husband, the great Creator had ended up hiding at Citadel, the End of all time, for a week, and didn't dare come out.
No--- Lucifer believed learning from that history, that with great power came the right to claim great authority. And in his eyes, that wasn't arrogance. It was simply the reward 'he' was due!
The heavy silence of Greengrass study was broken by the ancient, rhythmic ticking of a grandfather clock in the corner.
On circular table, dense stack of pure-blood contracts remained spread open, ink of family names like Lestrange, Avery, and Carrow catching the flickering light of green-flamed fireplace.
.....Evelyn Greengrass did not return to her seat across the table. The smooth, heavy rustle of her dark emerald robes signaling movement as she stepped closer, settling into the chair immediately adjacent to Lucifer.
The scent of her perfume, costly by a sharp undertone of crushed mint and winter roses---flooded his senses.
Leaning over the table, her shoulder was nearly pressed against his bespoke charcoal jacket, pointing a slender finger at an ancient parchment signed by Crouch family.
"The contracts are a powerful tool, Lucifer," Evelyn murmured, her tone dropping into the weight of centuries of pure-blood diplomacy, "But it... requires the right hand to wield them. The Sacred Twenty-Eight are entirely predictable.... They fear the loss of status, and above all, they fear the permanent draining of magic. You should now understand how to leverage fear better than most..."
Lucifer turned his head slightly toward her, eyes fixed on her face.
....Somehow at this proximity, the distance between them was barely three inches. He could see the delicate, pale slope of her throat and the rapid movement of collarbone beneath her silk collar.
His expression remained entirely unbothered projecting a calm confidence.
Evelyn's voice faltered, poise fracturing under his steady gaze, dropping down to frowning lips, tracing their shape, before darting back to his eyes again.
"...You are 'remarkably' calm," She whispered, her breath brushing warm against his cheek, "For a first-year student carrying the weight of the future. It is... entirely 'disarming."
For a heartbeat, neither moved.
The space between them grew suffocatingly thick. Their lips hovered mere inches apart, distance between their faces had shrunk as they discussed the Flamel's Stone.
Driven by an impulse that defied every rule of noble propriety she had lived by, before either could fully register the shift in the air, she closed the gap.
Evelyn leaned in the final inch.
'Chuu...'
Her lips pressed against his. It was a brief, experimental touch—the sweet, waxy taste of her strawberry lipstick transferring to his skin, accompanied by a sudden, electric heat.
With a quiet 'mmh' of surprise at her own boldness. Lucifer's eyes widened, but he didn't pull away. The warmth of her mouth lingered as she drew back slightly, a faint trace of glossy pink now marking his lips.
'Puwah....!~'
"E-Evelyn...." he started, voice husky.
When she pulled back by a mere fraction of an inch, her breath came in a short, ragged gasp.
"Haaah..."
She breathed against his face, cheeks blooming with a rare, delicate blush that only heightened her beauty.
"Forgive me, Lucifer for a lapse. That was... 'impulsive."
A deep uncharacteristic crimson crept up her neck. She blinked, her elegant composure shattering completely for a second before she desperately tried to pull her noble mask back into place.
"A m-mother's gratitude," Evelyn whispered hastily, her voice trembling as she sought a logical justification for what she had just done, "For 'Astoria'. For the hope and the Philosopher's Stone you've brought to this house. It was... merely a token of 'appreciation', Lucifer."
She remained composed, elegant even in fluster, every syllable measured like a proper pure-blood lady. Yet her fingers were struggling faintly as she touched her own lips, as if to seal the apology.
"Gratitude like that.... could become addictive."
She laughed softly, a melodic sound, but her eyes darkened with something deeper.
Then, as if pulled by an invisible force, her hand slowly rose, "It is only thanks," she whispered to a murmur, "For my daughter's best friend... for the boy who defied everything to ease her adorable sister's pain."
Lucifer didn't move, nor did he lean in to close the gap. He simply watched her... A silent challenge that made her excuse sound entirely hollow and desperate in the quiet room.
'What am I doing?' the thought flashed violently through Evelyn's mind, 'He is a boy. He is Daphne's classmate, her best friend. I am the head of the House of Greengrass, and I am losing my mind over a child who hasn't even started... his second year at Hogwarts.'
But looking at his eyes, she didn't see a child. She saw a terrifying authority wrapped in a young man's skin—a power that made her own pure-blood heritage feel small, weak, and desperately needy. The restraint she had maintained through years of widowhood and political isolation snapped entirely under it.
"By Salazar's grave..." she breathed, the last of her hesitation vanishing.
Her hand moved with a sudden fluid speed, her cool slender fingers wrapping firmly around the back of his neck. Her nails pressed lightly into Lucifer's skin, ensuring he couldn't pull away even if he wanted to.
"Mmph..." 'Plack...!'
She closed the distance entirely, crashing her mouth against his with a sudden, fierce intensity. This wasn't the hesitant touch from before; her lips parted against his, demanding a response, deep and heavy with years of hidden burdens....
'I should stop this now.'
The sound of their mouths meeting was loud in empty study, a wet, desperate friction signaling her complete surrender to the moment.
She was kissing her daughter's 'closest best friend', the very boy sleeping in the guest quarters of her estate!
Mouths together again, "Mmmph—!"
The kiss deepened instantly, her tongue slipping past his lips with surprising eagerness. Lucifer groaned into her mouth, one hand instinctively finding... her waist and pulling her closer on the bench.
The taste of strawberries mixed with the faint wine she'd sipped earlier. Her body pressed against his side, soft and warm.
While her two daughters remained fast asleep in the eastern wing of the castle above. The sheer danger of act, the absolute scandal of it, only seemed to fuel the fire licking at her veins.
Beneath the edge of circular table, out of sight of tall bookshelves and portraits of her ancestors, her other hand slid down his shoulder.
Fingers moving with certainty down his thigh, bypassing the fine fabric of trousers until her palm came to rest firmly against the cold, metallic edge of his belt buckle.
Until, they had the growing bulge. She squeezed lightly, making her intentions crystal clear.
----The grip was tight at the boy as she continued to drink from his mouth, abandoning the world outside, locked doors of the study.
Evelyn's thoughts raced even as she moaned quietly into the kiss.
'----young man my daughter speaks of with such hidden affection. Yet he feels so alive...' The forbidden thrill only made her wetter. She, the composed Lady Greengrass, was seducing her daughter's closest companion while her girls slept upstairs.
Lucifer broke the kiss just enough to growl against her lips, "Evelyn, if we start this—"
"Don't stop," she breathed, nipping his lower lip, with a soft mmh, then soothed it with her tongue, "Not tonight... The girls are asleep, my family wards here-- very strong. They won't hear anything..."
He didn't need more invitation. With a swift motion, Lucifer lifted her onto the table's edge, contracts scattering slightly. Her robes hiked up creamy thighs as she parted her legs to welcome him between them.
Their kisses grew frantic—wet, open-mouthed 'smacks' and sighs filling the study. Her hands worked at his belt, freeing him with practiced grace.
"Merlin, you're... impressive," She whispered hotly, stroking his hard length with elegant fingers, "So thick for one so young..."
Lucifer's response was to push her robes slightly open, exposing her lace-trimmed lingerie. He kissed down her neck, sucking a mark just above her collarbone.
Both his palms roamed, cupping her full breast through her bra and eliciting a breathy sigh from her, "You're beautiful," he murmured, "More than any pure-blood lady has a right to be...."
'My body has not felt this alive in years....' Evelyn arched with a breathy "Ahh— yes, mark me if you must, but carefully." Her hand never left his cock, pumping slowly.
"....so ready. Is this what my gratitude awakens in you? Even flattery from you is dangerous."
Evelyn slid gracefully to her knees before him on the rug, her chignon coming undone as she looked up at him with dark, lust-filled eyes.
"Allow me to express my gratitude more... 'fully," she murmured, even as she handled his impressive length, "A proper lady knows... how to 'honor' such gifts."
Her lips parted, strawberry gloss coating him as she took him into her mouth with refined skill.
'Mmm'— The wet sound of suction filled the study as she bobbed her head slowly at first, tongue swirling around the thick head. Lucifer groaned, his hand gently threading through her hair.
"E-Evelyn... fuck, your mouth feels incredible," he panted.
She pulled back just enough to speak, a thin string of saliva connecting her lips to his cock, "Does it? Then.. let me show you how deeply my Greengrass family is committing to our alliance."
She took him deeper without a stop in her jaw's, and relaxing her throat until her nose was pressed against his abdomen. 'Gluck... mmmpqh—!'
Obscene, wet noises accompanied her efforts---sucking, licking, gentle humming that sent vibrations through him. Her elegant fingers stroked what her mouth could not take, cupping his 'balls tenderly.'
Evelyn's eyes were watering slightly from the depth. She held him there, swallowing every drop of pre with a soft, satisfied 'mmh' as his creamy essence filled her throat. The taste was salty-sweet, making her hum in approval.
....
They slid onto the cool stone floor. Evelyn ended up on her hands and knees first, looking back over her shoulder with that same maternal aura, even as lust clouded her eyes, "Like this..." she commanded softly, hiking her lower sleeves up over her hips to reveal those silk panties, already damp.
"Take me from behind. Show me the strength I've invested in...."
Lucifer gripped her hips and thrust in deep, "Fuck—" he groaned at her tightness, entering the woman's pussy in one smooth thrust, drawing a sharp "Ahhn—! Yes... fill me, Lucifer."
Evelyn's head fell forward with a sharp, as he did her completely, "Ohh!" Her walls clenched around him perfectly, wet and hot.
'I'm rutting like an animal with my daughter's best friend, she thought, biting her lip to stifle louder moans. 'Yet he fills me so completely... better than my late husband ever did. Merlin, he's only just a boy....!'
Each powerful thrust made her breasts sway, and body was sent rocking forward. The wet squish of her arousal meeting his thrust echoed obscenely in the study. 'This is wrong... so deliciously wrong. My girls sleep. I am the Lady Greengrass—composed, strategic. Here I am, pushing back like a wanton.'
"Mmm— harder, Lucifer. Don't hold back for me!~"
The sounds were obscene on the stone floor: skin slapping skin, wet squishes as he drove into her, gasps turning to whimpers.
Lucifer obliged, pounding deeper. He reached around to rub her clit with skilled fingers, making her shudder violently. Evelyn bit her lip to muffle her cries, but soft mmms and ahhs still escaped, "Yes—there—ohh—you fill me so perfectly."
"You're so tight, 'Evelyn'... squeezing me like you never want me to leave," Lucifer panted, leaning over her back to bite the upper swell of her breast, leaving a clear mark.
"Ahhn—!" She pushed back against him, "Naughty boy... claiming what's not yours. But 'yes—yes—just like that."
They changed positions with her riding him, big wide hips rolling with sensuality, pulling her onto his lap, facing the boy. Both of their mouths met again in sloppy, passionate kisses, as she now didn't have to bend her neck too mid---
'Chwoom! Hmmm~~!
Mmwah, Smack!'
—tongues tangling as she grounded against him. Lucifer's hands mawled her arse, guiding her movements. Somehow, minutes later he was pressing her against the bookshelf, one leg hooked over his arm as he pounded deep.
The new angle drew sharper cries from her. Nails dug into his shoulders as she wailed loudly, body arching beautifully, walls pulsing around him. "Yes—I'm—ahhn!"
'He will rise, and I have... Oouf! bound him closer through flesh as well as contracts....!' Evelyn came first with a muffled cry against his shoulder, her body spasming beautifully.
Lucifer followed soon after, groaning as he filled her pussy with thick, creamy ropes. But he wasn't done. He flipped her onto her back on the rug, spreading her legs wide and sliding back in, pushing his cum deeper.
.....Then, after another intense round, he pulled out. After a brief respite of kisses and caresses, he pressed against her tighter entrance, "May I?"
Evelyn's eyes widened but she nodded, breathing heavily, "Gently at first... it's been 'long nine years..."
Lucifer entered her arse slowly, then with building intensity. She moaned throatily, the sensation pushing her toward another peak.
"Mmm—deeper now. Claim both my holes, you wicked boy."
He took her arse too, slower but no less intense. Evelyn's moans grew throatier, her hands clutching his shoulders, "Mmmph, you're ruining me... first person after Cyrus," she gasped between thrusts. 'His balls are slapping against me.... I want to suck.'
Evelyn had only Cryrus's before he passed away, and it was nine long years to be this close, intimate----
"You're incredible, Evelyn. So wet for me."
'Mmmwah, slurp—'
"Stretch your benefactress's arse properly! Merlin, I love your cock!'
"Milk me so well~~!"
"And you are so virile, I will take every drop, oh mother....!'
When they finally collapsed, sweat slicked and breathing hard, Lucifer's creamy fluids were leaking down from both her well fucked holes, dripping down thighs onto the stone.
.... Expensive robe was torn in places, and her lipstick smeared.
........
Two hours later.
The heavy oak door of the study clicked shut with a soft, decisive thud.
Lucifer walked down the dimly lit corridor of the estate, a faint flush marking his high cheekbones. He paused under the shadow of a stone archway, working to smooth down the front of his charcoal trousers and readjust his belt buckle.
A look of quiet satisfaction settled over his features as he ran a hand through his slightly disheveled dark hair, casting a brief glance back toward the locked room before continuing his silent trek toward the guest wing.
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