For the teachers of Hogwarts, it was a scene of tension with everyone. McGonagall, Snape, Slughorn, Sprout, and Flitwick all stood, checking faces, and ensuring that everyone had gotten to Breakfast on time. All of the portraits and the ghosts had been put on notice, to alert them of any suspicious activity. As Valentine's Day reigned closer, they doubled the security measures. With Dumbledore currently sleeping in an International Confederation of Wizards cell, they could move along and do what they needed to do to deal with the killer.
"Today is the day," said Slughorn in a low voice, as he clutched his wand, and making sure all of the fifth year Slytherins were present and accounted for. "Do you think the killer will attack?"
"I'm sure there will be an attack of some sort," said McGonagall in a dark voice, as she peered around the room. She looked as if she did not get much sleep in the last few weeks, which was not that far off.
It was only a small miracle the Daily Prophet had not found out the true fate of Dumbledore, or the fact that the government would be likely bankrupt within a few months. Sprout and Flitwick returned from checking their houses. McGonagall moved around to do the same.
"Both of the Weasleys are missing," said McGonagall in an undertone, but then she amended it. "Here's Mr. Weasley, never mind."
"But where is Miss Weasley?" asked Snape.
"I cannot find Mr. Malfoy," said Slughorn. "And Daphne Greengrass is also missing. Have you seen either of them Severus?"
Snape remained calm. There always was a small fear Malfoy could be involved in these killings. It would mean his and Dumbledore's plans had condemned many students to their deaths. Some of them including Slytherins, but they peered into the Great Hall.
"Okay, everyone's had plenty of time, everyone split up and see if we can find any of our missing students," said McGonagall, as the teachers each took a section of the school.
"I found Miss Greengrass and Miss Weasley!" yelled Flitwick in a horrified tone, and the other teachers rushed towards the sound of the shouting. "Up in the Astronomy Tower!"
Daphne Greengrass laid on the ground, blood splattered through her robes. She was not breathing, and her face had been mangled beyond all recognition, along with her hands and arms. It was like she had been sliced by dozens of knives simultaneously.
Snape recognized the curse as one of his own creation. He hoped no one else would make that connection. Ginny Weasley rested on her side, her eyes open, but not responsive. Her face was bruised.
"She's alive, but she's been beaten with a Beater Bat," said Flitwick as he peered down at Ginny Weasley, to test her responses, but no response came. The lights were on, but nobody was home. "I'll get her to the Hospital Wing, and inform Astoria Greengrass and Ronald Weasley."
Flitwick left as the remaining teachers were left to discover the stone.
"The killer left their calling card," said Slughorn as he pointed at the stone on the floor. The stone vibrated, and came to life. With another movement, it projected the image of the Hogwarts Killer, distorted and twisted as usual.
"In the spirit of the Saint Valentine's Day Massacre, I have brought my own spin to Hogwarts," said the Hogwarts Killer in the distorted voice that taunted them. "Miss Greengrass was sticking her nose in where it didn't belong. She wasn't being very Slytherin, was she? She saw my face in the light, she found out who I am. Therefore, she was cut to ribbons."
The killer allowed a malicious chuckle, for continuing to speak, "I enjoyed seeing all of her pure blood drain from her body. For every single student that dies, more blood on your hands, another tally on my wall. You actually tried to prepare for me, but I'm three steps ahead of you. My mind has not been softened by drinking the Kool-Aid of Albus Dumbledore, and I'm able to think."
The killer remained silent, for a few seconds, and the continued to speak.
"Did you recognize the curse I used, Severus?" asked the Hogwarts Killer. "I know Dumbledore checked out. Maybe I should inform the students of another secret you're keeping from them. Of course, they may be slightly more protected without that schemer there. I could be standing there in the shadows, watching you watch this message, and you'd never even have the slightest clue."
"What do you want?" asked McGonagall. "There has to be a motive."
"I'm sure one of you may be asking about why I'm doing this right now," continued the killer. "Why don't you ask Dolores Umbridge? She knows about me, and why I'm doing what I do. She should have never reneged on our deal. Until the moment Dolores gets kissed by her beloved Dementors, I will kill more purebloods. In fact, at this moment, there's a gathering of high ranking Ministry officials and their wives for Valentine's Day. Of course, the gathering may be cut premature by the fact they'll be dead in approximately thirty seconds."
The teachers stood paralyzed.
"One of you could be the next murder victims, or you may all live," said the killer with malice. "Ta-ta for now."
The killer faded from view, as McGonagall slumped against the wall, aged.
"We have to…we have to…" breathed McGonagall as she slipped into her robes, and pulled out a calming draught. She downed it, and then regained her bearings. "We have to evacuate the school, evacuate everyone, immediately…"
"Will it matter?" asked Snape.
"We have to do something," said McGonagall.
"The problem is the lockdown will be in effect until after the Easter holidays, unless the Headmaster renews it, and we can't allow any students to leave until that point," said Flitwick, as he rubbed his temples. "There is no Hogwarts Board of Governors, the Ministry won't care, and…Hogwarts is the land of the lawless, and the killer holds all of the cards."
"Why did the killer ask if you recognized the curse?" asked McGonagall to Snape.
"I have no idea," said Snape in a low voice, as he wondered if this nightmare would ever end.
Hogwarts continued to degenerate into chaos, and the magical world had descended into a virtual no man's land. The teachers left, as they had the task of informing the parties that their family members had been attacked.
They were no closer to finding the killer, only Snape's theory about the circumstances behind the attack appeared to be verified.
"I never thought I'd return here," said Kara, as she flew side by side along with Harry over Las Vegas. They wore their super hero uniforms.
"Batman said he has a friend here who could have an idea about the stone," said Harry, as he held the calling card of the Hogwarts Killer. "Zatanna I think her name was."
"Yeah, she's supposed to be a stage magician or something," said Kara, as the two continued to fly towards their destination. "Well at least at first, then she had found out she had true magical powers a couple of years back."
"Yeah that's what Batman told me," added Harry, as they made their way to the address they had been given. It would take them to where Zatanna was staying.
Little did they know, a mysterious figure watched both of them. He stood in the shadows, pale, with a purple robe pulled over him. A glass dome was over his head, and his brain remained visible through it.
"Psimon says these two heroes will soon forget who they are, and be taken back for reprogramming," said Psimon in a sinister voice, as he moved to follow the two heroes. Getting ahold of Supergirl and Arcane would be rather difficult, but he had been paid a big sum of money by a certain billionaire who wanted to gain revenge on them for stealing his company. Plus they would be valuable once their minds had been tweaked a little bit.
Psimon's employer also wanted Superman, but that pleasure would have to wait for another day.
The time to strike would present itself. Psimon sensed strong minds, but he enjoyed a challenge and he was being paid rather well to do this job.
Zatanna Zatara tapped her foot patiently. She wore a white top, black jacket, a jeans with high heels, as she awaited her visitor. She had gotten a call from her old friend Batman, or John Smith as she knew him years and years ago when Batman trained the art of escape from her father.
Zatanna naturally heard a few stories about the newest hero of the world, Arcane and his marriage with Supergirl. She could have sworn she saw a glimpse of the two or at least someone resembled them on the supposed night of the wedding. Of course, she had been too preoccupied with her performance, and did not think of the matter too much. She watched from her hotel room window when Superman had plucked them off of the street like two small children. When she heard what happened next from Batman, she figured Superman only had himself to blame.
Of course that was months ago, and people would grow from experiences like that. From what she heard the relationship between Supergirl and Superman had been strained for some time, but they were cousins, so they got over it. And despite the awkward start, Arcane and Superman appeared to be getting along from all indications.
'Everyone matured from that situation, I think,' thought Zatanna as she made sure she had not forgotten anything from her latest show. A knock on the door brought her out of her thoughts abruptly.
"It's unlocked!" called Zatanna, as the door clicked open, and the two heroes walked in. "Hello, you must be Arcane and Supergirl."
"Well that's what they're calling us," said Kara with a smile.
"Yeah, and you must be Zatanna," said Harry, as everyone shook hands. "My real name is…"
"I know, I've heard of you, or at least your legend," said Zatanna as she looked around, darting her eyes from side to side. "Best not say anything out loud, you never know who or what could be looking around. Although I'd imagine half of the stories are not true."
"More than half I think," said Harry with a chuckle. "Of course, reality could be more absurd than fantasy."
"Tell me about it," said Zatanna, laughing, but she moved around to look at some clothes that had been scattered. "Setholc dolf!"
The clothes folded, as Harry looked at Zatanna with astonishment.
"So, you perform spells by speaking backwards," said Harry as he looked at her, with Kara looking rather amused. "That's kind of weird."
"Well, you come from a world that casts its spells with bastardized Latin," countered Zatanna, as she looked up. "I guess we all have our own thing. And what's with the wand use? I think that's a European thing."
"I've ditched both the foolish wand waving and the silly incantations thank you very much," replied Harry.
"Yeah, as interesting as this conversation is, that's not why we are here," said Kara, as she slid out the stone. "This is why we're here."
She slid out the rune stone, and allowed Zatanna to take a look at it.
"This look familiar to you, in any way?" asked Harry.
"I've seen something like this before, in a book," said Zatanna as she looked it over, with interest. "It's a messenger stone, used to send encoded messages to certain parties. I could have sworn they discontinued the use of them years ago, but they could have been brought back. I'll check a couple of things out. Hopefully no one tries something tonight."
"Is someone after you?" asked Harry.
"Well, someone seems very interested in some of the items I have in my trunk," said Zatanna, as she shrugged it off. "I was nearly robbed twice in the past month. I dealt with them easily, but it's more of the fact they tried that worries me. The extra protection spells should prevent them from opening the trunk. I'm no Doctor Fate, but I think I'm capable of keeping my things from being stolen."
"Ah Doctor Fate, there's someone I heard about," said Harry as he remembered Clark telling him about his past adventure with the sorcerer. "I'm surprised he hasn't looked me up yet."
"Well, Doctor Fate is likely fighting some extra-dimensional monster or something," remarked Zatanna. "You never know if he's really around or not, he tends to disappear for long periods of time."
"Yeah he does seem like a busy man, but maybe you'll meet him someday Harry," said Kara. "That is if he's ever around long enough in this dimension."
"Yeah, well if I do, I do," said Harry with a shrug, as he wrapped his arm around his wife. "Just see what you can find out about that stone Zatanna, and we'll just hang out here for a while."
"Will do," said Zatanna as she moved off to see what she could find, leaving Harry and Kara alone.
"Harry, there's something bothering you, isn't there?" asked Kara.
Harry remained silent, before he voiced a rather real concern he had. "I thought coming back to Vegas might stir some memories of things I forgot from the last time we were here. Our marriage has been wonderful, almost six months and it's been the happiest six months of my life."
"Mine too Harry," said Kara as she looked at Harry, and peered into his eyes. Their hands clasped together.
"All this magical power, and I can't remember the day I met the love of my life," said Harry, but Kara leaned forward and kissed Harry. Harry returned the kiss, as Kara slid onto his lap.
"Harry, it will have to come back to you some day," said Kara, as she played with his hair. "I can't imagine what you're going through. That was a big day in your life, and you can't remember anything. Of course…we never would have gotten together…"
"Yeah, I know, if it hadn't been for me being drunk off my arse, I never would have approached you," said Harry dryly. "And who knows what my life would have been like?"
"Let's not dwell on that Harry," said Kara, as she stroked his hair, and curled up, pressing against him tightly. "I wish there was some way I could help bring those memories back. Yet, we made a lot of new memories that counts for something."
"That counts for everything," said Harry, as he pulled her into another long and deep kiss. He wanted to remember. He hoped that by looking into her eyes, and being here, in the same hotel complex/casino where it all began he could remember meeting Kara and the events leading to his marriage.
"If I find a way to help you Harry, I will," said Kara after they broke the kiss.
"You always do," said Harry. "I guess I was destined not to remember the most magical night of my life, when I met the girl of my dreams."
Harry held her tight. He would move mountains, and part seas to protect her. Not that she needed much protection.
A loud bang echoed from Zatanna's room, which caused Harry and Kara to be pulled away from their activities. They moved in carefully, as they saw Zatanna fighting a mysterious robed figure. To her credit, she put up a struggle, but a mental attack repelled her back and down to the ground.
"I knew that'd lure you in here," said Psimon with a menacing smile, but Kara and Harry both flew at him, and knocked him out the window. The glass shattered, Kara and Harry remained airborne, but Psimon landed on his feet, before vanishing into the desert.
"We can't lose him," said Kara, as the two flew together to find the mysterious intruder.
"He doesn't look like one who could take a hit that well," contributed Harry, as they combed the desert in search for their latest attacker.
"It's true," said Psimon as he appeared in front of them, and mist swirled around the area. "Physically, I will not be able to engage you. Both of you are much stronger than me. However, mentally might be a bit more even fight. Let's take this battle to another plane."
Harry and Kara found themselves hit with psychic bolts, and pulled onto the Astral Plane, where they face off against Psimon.
"The two of us, can beat you anywhere!" called Harry. "Whoever you are?"
"The name's Psimon," said the criminal, without blinking. "And Psimon says you will soon be destroyed."
Several large rock creatures appeared in the theater of the mind, as Psimon directed his mental configurations.
"Mind over matter, Psimon," said Kara, as she directed heat blasts at the creatures.
"Yeah, I hope you don't mind, because you don't matter," agreed Harry, as he blew up the creatures. The couple made short work of the mental configurations, using teamwork.
Psimon remained calm, but then was repelled backwards by the impact of their latest combined attack.
"Psimon says you will forget!" yelled Psimon to try and wiped their memories Immediately, Harry and Kara held their hands together. A blue shield appeared over them, which repelled the psychic bolt back against Psimon. He had to dodge to prevent getting his own brains scrambled. He turned on his heel, exasperated. "This is impossible, on this plane, I should have been able to wipe your memories. I sold my soul to the devil himself for these powers."
"Well I hope you kept your receipt," said Kara arms folded, as she blasted Psimon with heat vision, and knocked him backwards on the Astral Plane.
"Just who sent you after us?" demanded Harry, as he shielded both himself and Kara from another mental bolt. As long as they did not get separated, they could handle him.
Psimon tried his strongest attack, but Harry and Kara's tandem effort forced it back. He was blown back from the impact.
"It was Luthor…Lex Luthor," breathed Psimon as he tried to attack one more time. "He sent me to wipe your memories, which I still intend to do, and take you back. He has plans for you two, and Superman."
"So Luthor's still alive," said Harry, as he joined his wife in pushing back the attacks. "I believe you're in my mind now, and it's not a friendly place to be. So let me introduce you to my own personal demons. I've defeated them, with help from my wife, but they're not for the weak at heart."
Psimon opened his mouth, but then he found his own mind being bombarded by horrors that he could not imagine. The horrible images assaulted his mind, causing it to crack.
"Psimon says back off," said Psimon but he could not push them back. "BACK OFF, GET AWAY FROM ME!"
"You didn't say Psimon says!" echoed the creatures in deep sinister voices, as Psimon found himself forced back, as Kara and Harry chased him out.
A double mental punch cracked him in the head, and Psimon felt his head splitting from the back. He had a super charged migraine headache, as he was repelled from the Astral Plane.
"He's going to try and make a run for it, to take our bodies on the physical plane," said Harry, as he heard an echo from the cracked mind of his enemy.
"We're faster than him," said Kara as they flew through the warp, and immediately, they collapsed to the ground, back in the real world.
They both looked around, but their little mental control friend had disappeared.
"I don't think any memories got wiped," said Harry, as he shook his head. "I had to link our minds in there, to allow us to defeat them."
'I wonder if it will have any long term consequences,' thought Harry.
'Well you never know,' thought Kara but then she realized what had just happened. 'We just answered that question, didn't we?"
"I'm sure we can control it, either open or shut the door," said Harry, as he kept his mind blank.
"Or it's just a passing side effect," said Kara, as they flew back with each other to the Hotel. They both prepared to check up on Zatanna.
The moment they arrived, Zatanna was up on her feet, shaking the cobwebs off. She looked dazed, but mostly back on her feet.
"Are you okay?" asked Harry as he moved over to look down at Zatanna. She shrugged off his attempts to help.
"Yeah, sorry about that," said Zatanna, as she resolved to be a bit more careful next time. "I'm normally not this sloppy. This guy, Psimon wasn't it…"
"Yeah that's his name, and he's working with Lex Luthor," said Kara, as she stood, arms folded. "Luthor sent him her to get us. Wanted to wipe our memories clean, and take us back. I'm sure to use us as weapons."
"Well, that answers the question about Luthor still being out there," said Harry, and Kara nodded. "If I had managed to find Psimon after that battle, I could have had him lead us straight to Luthor, but by the time we got off the Astral Plane he was gone."
"You two are lucky someone didn't grab you when your physical forms were occupied," said Zatanna darkly. "There are times where one magic user occupies their victim on the mental plane, while the other attacks on the physical plane."
"It's a good thing our minds are strong, although they could be better," said Harry, and Kara nodded in agreement.
"There's always room for improvement," agreed Zatanna, as she looked at them, before she swung the discussion back to another topic. "I was checking out a lead about this stone. I think I might have found something, but let me double check a couple of things to make sure. I've got a barrier up; if Psimon comes back he's going to have a harder time getting in."
"Something tells me that Psimon won't be looking for a rematch for a while, after Harry and I handed his butt to him on the astral plane," said Kara, and Harry nodded, agreeing with her assessment.
"Let's hope so," said Zatanna as she slipped into the other room, leaving Harry and Kara alone.
Harry looked at Kara, and smiled. Something wonderful happened, in spite of nearly having their memories wiped. Linking their minds together had given his subconscious the final kick start it needed.
"I felt something else in there," said Harry in an undertone to his wife.
"What?" asked Kara, curious at what Harry had to say.
"Memories returning to me when our minds joined together," said Harry, and Kara's eyes widened when she realized what Harry meant. He just recalled it for a minute. "I can't believe I got that drunk."
"You weren't that bad," said Kara, but Harry just raised an eyebrow at her. "Okay, you were kind of that bad, but it was a charming bad."
"I really had to work to win you over," said Harry as more memories returned to him. "I would have given up…actually I wouldn't have opened my mouth in front of you if I was sober. Pretty girl, out of my league…"
"All you needed was a little confidence," said Kara, as she wrapped her arms around Harry. "Besides, the alcohol just pushed open the right doors. Those parts of you were always there. They were just suppressed."
"It was a beautiful night," said Harry, as he remembered the memories. "I fell for you hard the first time I laid eyes on you. I wouldn't have Confunded guards for any girl. Not to mention sneak her into the bar for some good old fashioned underage gambling and drinking."
"Yeah that was sweet, but your attempts to sing karaoke left something to be desired," teased Kara.
"Look who's talking, your singing caused people to run for the fire exit," said Harry, as they laughed at the memories they now shared.
"We had some fun, our courtship was whirlwind," continued Kara.
"Then we kissed as the sun set," said Harry. "I felt it right then, you were the girl I wanted to spend the rest of my life with."
"I never so much looked at a boy with interest before you, but you won my heart," said Kara, as she remembered that night. "The kiss, it was magic and perfect. I found the one. I knew there would never been another. And I was glad when you asked me to marry you. I never thought I'd see you again."
"Funny, that's why I asked you," said Harry. "Because I feared that I would get dragged back to the same old grind at Hogwarts."
"Of course the honeymoon was epic, as you know," said Kara with a grin, and Harry responded with a deep kiss. Kara returned it.
Harry felt complete, he knew what happened, and he knew how lucky he was.
His memories were complete, and oddly enough Lex Luthor was to thank, in his own strange way.
Of course the fact that Luthor was still out there tormented him.
Psimon was carted away from the scene of the crime, throbbing in misery. The criminal's head felt like it had split open.
"Bit off a bit more than he could chew," said the driver of the van.
"Those two may be more powerful than we thought," said the passenger of the van, as they looked at Psimon, who came back to life.
"I just underestimated them, it will not happen again," managed the villain, but his own voice gave him a splitting headache. The light gave him a splitting headache, just thinking gave him a splitting headache.
"No it won't because your failure might have risked everything," said a third voice, a female from the front of the van. "The weapon is in the second stage of creation. Once she has been created, your help will be needed to condition her. She will be a valuable agent for the plans of Project Cadmus."
"These heroes are becoming a problem," commented Psimon, as he tried to get some relief from his headache.
"Yes, they are," agreed the woman. "But we will create solutions, and will bring them down should they get out of hand. Our plans are long term, but in the end any hero whether it be Superman or Supergirl or this Arcane, they are not above humanity."
The van continued to drive down the street, to a top secret base belonging to Project Cadmus.
Zatanna returned some time later, and faced Harry and Kara. "It took be a while, but I found the information you were looking for about the rune stone."
Harry and Kara nodded, as they invited her to continue.
"There is a serial number on the stone, but the company went out of business about seven years ago," said Zatanna as she showed them the reference she found. "They were manufactured in Egypt for years. At this location, but it's been closed for a while like I said."
"They could be back in business," said Harry thoughtfully as he looked at the address. "It's better than the no lead we had before. We'll look into it, and hopefully we can go from there."
"Yeah, thanks for everything, Zatanna," said Kara.
"No problem, you two, do you need anything else?" asked Zatanna, but the couple shook their heads. "Okay, have a Happy Valentine's Day."
"We will," said Harry. "See you around Zatanna, and thanks again."
"Yeah thanks, Zatanna," said Kara with a smile, as the two left.
There were still plans for them tonight, and the night was still young. Zatanna was left, to make sure nothing was damaged in the struggle with Psimon.
"We're going back to where it all started, aren't we?" asked Kara, as Harry had led her to the hotel room where the consummated their marriage. "They fixed the damage we did I see."
"Yeah, looks perfectly new," replied Harry who looked around. Now he had his memories back of that magical night, he was rather pleased. "Happy Valentine's Day, Kara."
"Happy Valentine's Day, Harry," said Kara as they sat down on the bed.
"Fighting off mind control helps you work up an appetite, doesn't it?" asked Harry, and Kara nodded. "So I brought us this to share on Valentine's Day."
Harry held out two containers. He opened one to reveal a large pot of chocolate sauce. Then he procured a container of freshly picked strawberries.
"Looks delicious," said Kara, as she licked her lips. "I'll be right back; I want to change into something more comfortable."
Harry nodded, as Kara went to the adjacent bathroom. She returned dressed in a lacey red corset. Her breasts threatened to spill out of the top as the material clung to her body. She wore skimpy blue underwear that barely covered what needed to be covered, and white stockings. Kara floated towards Harry, swaying her hips in the air, her breasts bouncing. She sat across from Harry on the bed, sitting spread eagled.
Kara slowly dipped one of the strawberries in chocolate, and put it up to her lips. She pressed it her mouth, and nibbled on it. Harry watched her, as she licked around the strawberry. Kara slowly popped it into her mouth, her eyes glazed over. She made delightful and sensual sounds.
Kara dipped one of the strawberries and leaned over, to feed it to Harry. Harry ate it delightfully. She dipped and ate another strawberry. Kara went to get Harry another strawberry, but she "accidentally" dropped it down her top.
"Here, let me get that," said Harry, as he reached over, and slowly fished the strawberry out of her cleavage. He popped it into his mouth, and ate it with glee.
Harry reached over, and now proceeded to feed her a strawberry. Kara licked the excess chocolate off of his fingers. Kara reached in and dipped a strawberry in the chocolate sauce. She fed it to Harry, and he held onto her hand, sucking the chocolate form her fingers. Kara's head rolled back, and she closed her eyes, moaning.
They continued this activity for a little bit, until they took things to the next level.
Smut/Lemon Begins
Harry slipped Kara's corset off to reveal her perky breasts and curved body. They bounced, as they got released from their confines. Kara blew a bit of ice breath on her nipples, causing them to become slightly erect. Harry dabbed a bit of chocolate on Kara's nipples.
"Harry," moaned Kara, as she felt herself get wet as Harry sucked the chocolate off of her nipples. Then Harry took it a step further, and tilted the container up slightly.
He proceeded to dip her breasts in the chocolate. Kara began to play with herself, as Harry sucked, and licked on her chocolate covered breasts. The fact he was feasting off of her made her feel so dirty, so horny, and she loved it.
Harry felt his mouth water, as he helped himself to another helping of his wife's gorgeous tits by dipping them in the chocolate once again. His mouth continued the movements, to suck her breasts. Kara's head tilted back and Harry felt himself get hard from the moans she was giving, the desire in her eyes, as he nibbled on her breasts.
Harry pushed Kara back on the bed. Her dampened knickers clung to her like a second skin.
"You're so wet, baby, said Harry, as he slowly pealed them off of her. He inhaled the aroma of her moist pussy. With a tease, Harry stroked her lips, and then pumped her with three of his fingers.
Kara moaned, and writhed, as Harry sent miniature jolts of magic down into her core from his fingers. His fingers pumped into her, over and over again. Kara pushed her hips up into his fingers, as Harry slid the chocolate container over.
"Oh, Harry, Harry," breathed Kara.
"Like that, my love," said Harry, and Kara soaked his fingers, along with the bed sheets with her orgasm.
Kara sat up and jumped off of the bed, flying into Harry's arms. She began to kiss him madly, and rub him against his clothes. She grabbed his shirt, and pulled it off, as Harry tipped back onto the bed. The Kryptonian beauty clad in nothing, but stockings stuck her tongue deep down Harry's throat. Harry returned the favor, grabbing her arse. He squeezed it, and Kara just deepened her activities. Her bare breasts smashed against his muscular chest. Kara worked his pants off.
She slipped his tightened boxer shorts off. His erect penis sprung out, and Kara rubbed it against her cheek, eyes glazed over with desire. Her wet tongue licked up and down it, circling Harry's member, swirling around it to get it lubricated, and she sucked on it, to get Harry warmed up.
"Now, I need you inside me," whispered Kara as her hair hung over her face, her lips pressed together.
"Please, I need to be inside of you," said Harry, as Kara slid down onto Harry. Harry's eyes widened, as Kara began to lower herself up and down.
Harry thrust his hips up, feeling the moist core within his wife. Kara rubbed him with her Kryptonian pussy walls, as she rode him like there was no tomorrow. The bed creaked beneath them, but reinforcement charms allowed it to remain standing. Kara tightened around him a little bit more, and Harry exerted force against her, as he pushed up into her.
Kara was wetter, and wetter with every single moment. Harry reached up at this moment. His hands fondled her breasts. She screamed, and bounced up and down at super speed. She was a blur to the untrained eye. Harry matched her movements, as the activities got more intense.
Her tight, wet pussy clamped around him like a vice, as Harry's balls filled with cum. Kara ceased her movements, as Harry continued to play with her breasts. She reached over, dipping her fingers into the chocolate. With her finger, she traced K+H on his chest, and then drew a heart around it.
Then Kara leaned down, and slowly licked the chocolate off of Harry's bare chest. All while she continued to clench. Harry's balls reached the capacity.
"Flood my powerful pussy with your magical semen!" yelled Kara in encouragement, as she bounced a few more times, flexed a few more times, and then Harry lost it.
His balls tightened, and he came deep inside her pussy. Kara moaned at the top of her lungs, as she felt herself get filled up. She milked him dry, as her own orgasm concluded. She collapsed on Harry, and slid off of him.
"Ready for the second course?" breathed Harry, as he reached around, and flipped her onto her back. With a devious smile, Harry waved his hand, and Kara found herself strapped to the bed. At that action, Kara's pussy became wet once more.
As Kara was strapped to the bed, Harry removed her stockings. She was completely nude. Her sweat covered tanned body laid on the bed. Her long blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes, her angel face, luscious red lips, perky c-cup breasts, slender shoulders, toned abs, curved body, an aroused pussy covered with a small strip of blond hair, long shapely legs, and perfect feet, she was a vision of beauty.
Harry took the chocolate sauce, and dumped it over Kara's bound body. She shrieked with pleasure, but was unable to do much more, bound to the bed. Harry reached over, and took the strawberries, dipping them in the chocolate sauce.
Harry alternated between feeding her and him the remaining strawberries, dipping them on the chocolate on her body. Kara continued to moan and more at this activity. She was in heaven.
Eventually the strawberries ran out, and Harry crawled over her.
"Look at that, you dirty girl, covered in chocolate," said Harry. "I guess I'm going to have to clean you off."
Harry started at the top of her head, and began to lick the chocolate off of her face. Kara breathed in and out, as Harry sucked and licked the side of her neck. Then he did both of her arms. Her breasts followed, with Harry spending some time licking and sucking the chocolate off of them. Even when they were chocolate clean, Harry gave them a few more deep sucks. Kara's moans indicated she enjoyed them.
Harry moved down and licked her stomach. He spent some time licking the chocolate out of her belly button. Kara was stammering, and writhing against the straps. Harry slowly moved down, and stopped on her pussy. He licked her out, bringing her to the heights of pleasure. Her hips pushed up against his tongue.
Chocolate covered Kryptonian pussy, Harry made a mental note to make this a regular part of his diet. Harry made sure she was completely dry before he proceeded.
Kara felt on the verge of having an earth shattering orgasm, this felt so good. The skin of her legs were being sucked and kissed, until clean. Then Harry reached her feet, and sucked the chocolate off of it. The fact she could not have her hands free to play with herself was torture, but the thought Harry was they only one who could help her just made her wetter.
"Harry, I need you inside me," moaned Kara, as he finished sucking the chocolate off of her feet and toes.
"Just a second," said Harry with a grin. He summoned the chocolate, and traced the S Shield on Kara's chest in chocolate.
Harry stroked her pussy and then slid inside her. Kara sighed in relief, as Harry teased her with so strokes.
"Really pound me Harry, I'm so horny for you right now," encouraged Kara as she was strapped to the bed.
Harry obliged as he slammed into her pussy. Kara cried in ecstasy, as shivers went down her spine. The straps strained to keep her into place. She contracted and squeezed around Harry. He rode her like there was no tomorrow, as the charms on the bed managed to hold.
Kara lost count about how many orgasms she had by now. It was a good thing she drank plenty of fluids. Harry continued to stretch her. She would still heal in a few minutes, good as new, but the fact he actually caused her pussy to stretch really made her wet.
"Damn, fuck, cum, I need you to finish me off," breathed Kara, as Harry tugged on her hair.
He continued to push in and out of her pussy. Kara used her muscle control to clench him. The exertion was a test of wills, but eventually Harry had his wife win.
"Cumming," breathed Harry.
"Do it," countered Kara, as she rubbed his penis with her pussy muscles and squeezed it.
Cum splattered inside her one more time. She continued to squeeze Harry's orgasm out until completion. She tightened hard around his member. Several ropes of semen shot deep inside her, and both of them collapsed after their latest round of love making continued
Smut/Lemon Ends.
Both pulled themselves up, to take a shower. After all, they reeked of both sex and chocolate sauce.
Harry and Kara both mutually agreed their first Valentine's Day as a couple was a memorable one. They wondered if they could top it next year.
One thing was for sure, they would have fun trying.
Severus Snape arrived at Knockturn Alley. There came a time where there was nothing left to lose, and Snape had reached that point a long time ago. His steps quickened down the Alley, but he remained calm. He remained in the shadows, where he saw Dolores Umbridge standing outside of Club Sinclair.
"I see you are the one who requested a meeting with me, Professor Snape," said Umbridge in her sickeningly sweet tone of voice. "Might I ask what the occasion is?"
"What do you know about the murders of purebloods?" asked Snape.
"It's a dreadful business," said Umbridge in a calm voice, as she stood, calm and collected. She appeared unphased. "I feel that this murderer is being enabled by Albus Dumbledore in his attempt to bring that little trouble maker Potter back. Potter is gone, and our world is a lot better for it."
"I would have to agree with that point, Madam Umbridge," said Snape, as he peered over his shoulder, and before he turned. With another movement, Snape tried to discreetly peer into her mind.
'Two weeks before the first attacks, she met with someone,' thought Snape. 'Yaxley had put her through to this individual. A plan to get the Ministry to track all Muggleborns, and bring them in for their own protection. So Umbridge is just a pawn in this, and Yaxley is the one who put the idea in her head. What would Yaxley have to gain?"
"Hogwarts may be back under the control of the Ministry, once we gain back control from the Muggle Government," said Umbridge. "And unlike last year, I will be in complete control and will replace all of the teachers with Ministry approved educators. You may find yourself one of these teachers, providing you give any information regarding what Dumbledore has been up to."
"Dumbledore believes that Potter is the only one to defeat the Dark Lord," said Snape without any expression. "His obsession with Potter and the Dark Lord has caused him to lose sight of his duties at Hogwarts."
Umbridge nodded a look of triumph on her face.
"Do feel free to stop by my office if you have any further information you can share with me," said Umbridge. "It is unwise to lurk with a killer on the loose."
Snape noticed about eight Aurors who were stationed, wands pointed at him.
"Then we must part ways, Madam Umbridge," said Snape, with a slight bow.
"Of course, Professor Snape," said Umbridge, as she turned around, as she heard a sound in the distance. She relaxed when it was merely a cat.
'The killer thinks she can psyche me out,' thought Umbridge. 'I'll show her the price for defying the Ministry, providing I can find out who she is. Yaxley acquired her services sight unseen, to avoid us from getting implicated in the murders. This must not get back to Potter. I need more time, to prepare for him, in the event he returns. The Ministry is at its weakest, and Spanner and Supergirl, they'll both be punished for what they've done."
Umbridge walked off into the shadows.
The remaining Purebloods at Hogwarts were called in the Great Hall for a meeting. Ron Weasley and Astoria Greengrass looked like they had both lost the will to live, given the latest two attacks had been on their family members. Daphne was dead, and it looked like Ginny would be in her state for a while, with the potential for permanent brain damage. Professor McGonagall walked up to them.
"We believe that the killer in this school is targeting pureblood witches and wizards," said McGonagall in a flat voice. "Therefore each and every one of you could be in danger as being the next victim. There is a good chance the killer could be sitting in the room."
"What about Snape?"
"He's a Death Eater!"
McGonagall silenced the two Gryffindors who had spoke up at that moment. Yet, it had played on a real fear in her mind. The only trusted Snape based on Dumbledore's word. At the very least Dumbledore proved to be human, given recent events.
"By Easter, we will likely be closing Hogwarts down, it's not safe anymore," concluded McGonagall as everyone nodded. "We will try to maintain a normal education the best we can."
"We need Potter!"
"Harry Potter has been driven from our world, and he's not coming back," said McGonagall addressing the person who had spoken up. "It's regrettable, but if you understood the circumstances, you would see he has been justified. Now is the time to come forward with information, but be warned. If you give us false information, you will be punished. House rivalries must be put to bed. The killer does not care whether you are Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Slytherin, or Huffepuff."
Everyone nodded the murders both inside and outside of Hogwarts proved this to be true.
"Keep your wand on you at all times, I cannot stress this point enough," concluded McGonagall. "I would suggest you all try and get some sleep, but it is understandable if that will be difficult."
At that moment, everyone left, but Tracy Davis remained by. With Daphne's death, she was the only two Slytherin students left in her year, the other being Draco Malfoy.
"Professor McGonagall, I have information," whispered Tracy, hoping this would help. "I overheard Draco Malfoy the other day bragging to some seventh years about how he'd soon be able to lead Death Eaters into the school to exterminate all of the Mud…Muggleborns."
"Continue Miss Davis," said McGonagall, deciding to overlook the near slip.
"There's something about a Vanishing Cabinet," added Tracy. "I'm sorry I couldn't give you more information."
"You have given us a tangible lead," said McGonagall as while she doubted that Malfoy could pull off the attacks on his own, perhaps he had presented a means for the killer to get inside Hogwarts. It was interesting that neither Lucius nor Narcissa Malfoy had been harmed, so perhaps a bargain had been struck.
Draco Malfoy stood inside the Room of Requirement, when a figure appeared behind him. He saw the reflection of the blonde girl behind him in a mirror that appeared.
"So, you're here to kill me too, I suppose," drawled Draco, as he turned around to face the Hogwarts killer. "Have you not forgotten our bargain? I pay you the gold to keep Dumbledore and Snape diverted from what I'm doing, and you leave my parents out of whatever game you're playing."
"Bargains are made to be broken," said a calm voice. "You speak when you shouldn't, Draco. Tracy and Daphne both overheard you. I had to silence Daphne."
"I didn't think you had it in you, to kill Daphne," said Draco, who looked bored. "Given the nature of your relationship…"
"Do not speak another word, Draco," warned the Killer. "You see, I'm going to disappear before too long, but you're a loose end I need to tie up."
"What was your motivation anyway in all of this?" asked Draco.
"Galleons make the world work, Draco," said the killer, in a matter of fact voice. "The Zabinis died, my mother died, Daphne died, and I inherited a windfall of gold. I managed to hire paid assassins to commit many of the murderers. The idea was put in my head during the first few attacks. The Ministry had their little assassin on the inside, but Umbridge realized it was too dangerous. She left, but I took over where she left off."
It was a small lie. The previous assassin had been taken out, her body left in the Forbidden Forest, and likely digested by the Acormantulas in said forest by now. She did not take over, as much as steal her identity and her artifacts. Naturally, Astoria took advantage of being underestimated, being a mere Hogwarts student.
"You're more insane than my aunt," managed Draco, but he felt himself hurled back into the Room of Requirement. He was pinned to the ground.
"You see this little rock around my neck, it signifies power," said the killer. "I was the youngest Greengrass sister; I was nobody, until I found this rock. It amplified my brain power tenfold, and my magical powers. And now I have the wealth to do whatever I want in the world. The entire Wizarding World is going to collapse, and I'm going to be on a tropical island living up the high life while the rest of you finish imbreeding yourselves into extinction. Well the few that are left anyway."
Draco found himself on the ground, and Astoria Greengrass pulled out a vial, before she tipped the contents into his mouth.
"Polyjuice Potion, you'll die looking like me, but not before I've pulled all of my Galleons from Gringotts, and converted them into sufficient funds," said Astoria, as she slipped through the repaired vanishing cabinet. "Oh and once I collapse this tunnel, the backlash will kill you, and most of Knockturn Alley. By the time anyone finds you, I'll be long gone, and the world will be hunting for Draco Malfoy based on carefully placed evidence."
Astoria disappeared, leaving her double on the floor.
A large blinding flash of light several moments later and Draco Malfoy perished in a fiery explosion, wearing the face of Astoria Greengrass. She could not resist leaving one last calling card for them to find, but leaving enough hints that it was Malfoy who was responsible. Leaving Alastor Moody's magical eye in Draco's trunk would be the most damning piece of evidence.
All went according to her plan, and Astoria proved she was worth of being sorted into the noble house of Salazar Slytherin. Most in the house talked a big game, but they were all show and no blow.
She proved herself to be a level beyond those fools.
Superman entered the front lobby of the main Patronus Incorporated Office building in Metropolis. Harry and Kara both asked him to come here for something important they needed to show him. He learned now it was not best to jump to conclusions. He looked around, impressed.
If he didn't know this was the former LexCorp building, there would be no way he would be able to recognize the place.
March had now arrived, and Spring was just around the corner. Superman made it up to the main laboratory area where Harry and Kara waited for him. He saw a number of interesting projects. He was curious about many of them, but had a feeling he would find out with the rest of the world what they were where they were released for public consumption.
"Hi, Kal, glad you could make it," said Kara with a bright smile, as Harry waved at him.
"Hi, Kara, Harry, how are you doing?" asked Superman returning the smile. The two were dressed in white lab coats, and wore goggles.
"We're doing fine, I trust you're not getting into that much trouble," said Harry.
"Just the standard criminal activity, city's been rather quiet," said Superman. "How about you?"
"Oh, a bit here and there, but actually peaceful for my life," said Harry, as he stood in front of the case. "Something you should know, Lex Luthor is still out there. When Kara and I were back in Vegas, he sent an assassin after us to wipe our memories, and bring us back to him. He wanted to reprogram us into weapons, you too."
Superman nodded. Despite the fact he could be on death's door, Luthor seemed to be obsessed with his schemes as usual.
"Just be on your guard, and watch your back." said Harry.
"Yeah, be careful, neither of us want to see you get hurt, again," said Kara.
"Thanks for the head's up, and I'll be careful," said Superman, as he stood in front of them.
"So how are you and Lois doing?" asked Kara, conversationally.
"Oh, we're doing fine," said Superman with a smile.
"Fine's good, fine's a foundation," said Harry, as he reached over to make a final adjustment. "But your dating life, whatever it may be, I really don't need to know. What goes on behind closed doors should stay behind closed doors. I called you over to deal with a very important issue. Namely the fact you keep getting zapped by Kryptonite, and it's a bit of a liability. To put it bluntly, it makes you an oversized damsel in distress."
"Well, it can be a problem," said Superman. "A lead lined suit does do wonders with dealing with Kryptonite."
"Yeah, and it's highly inefficient and clunky," said Kara as she looked at him. "Not to mention, what if it gets ripped? It's not like something you can carry easily on you. Did you ever think that the Kryptonian race didn't figure out anything about radiation shielding?"
Superman looked up. He had not thought about that.
"I managed to shield Kara with a bracelet," said Harry, as he held up a syringe. "You on the other hand are going to require something a bit more different."
"You do realize that needles will break in my skin," said Superman.
"Well, magical needles can be reinforced to break through anything," said Harry. "Hold still, this might sting just a little bit."
Harry jabbed the needle into Superman's arm.
"I went through the Fortress computers, and found some components that could shield the effects, kind of like a reverse Kryptonite, or whatever," said Harry, and Superman nodded.
"Oddly enough, it was Lex Luthor who provided the final component we needed," said Kara who looked amused at the irony. "We figured if he could potentially infect us with a Kryptonite virus through nano technology, why couldn't a cure be administered the same way? I got the cure too; my DNA got infused with it when I put on the bracelet. However, it gives me an extra layer of protection, and it's a beautiful gift from my wonderful husband."
Kara kissed Harry, and Superman sat there patiently. He wondered if he should have brought the paper to wait until they were done. He turned to watch the birds out the window, until the two got it out of their system.
"Of course, the real proof is in that case," said Harry, as he removed the shielding and popped it open to reveal a chunk of Kryptonite.
Superman sat there for at least a minute, and did even feel any side effects, not even itchy watery eyes.
"The cure worked," said Superman. "It's permanent isn't it?
"Well, yes, only Kara and I could deactivate the nano technology and make you vulnerable to Kryptonite again," said Harry, and Superman looked at him. "Just a precaution, you never can be too careful."
"Bruce has taught you too well," said Superman with a smile. "Thank you."
"No problem," said Kara with a smile.
"Yeah it wasn't a problem," said Harry. "So, I'm sure something in the city will need saving."
"Yeah, a bus is careening out of control, see you two later," said Superman, as he flew off.
"So back to business for us, about these stones?" asked Kara.
"Yeah, we're going to have to arrange a trip to Egypt," said Harry. "See if we can look up the former maker."
"Well there was a small deposit of Kryptonite tracked to the desert, so we can kill two birds with one stone," said Kara, as they made their travel plans.
Plus it was a chance to invite a couple of friends along, and perhaps see the sights.