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Imogen and Erica's New Lives ? by: Serena Lawhead Warning: This story contains strong adult situations and graphic sex, so if you are under 18 or are offended by such material go and watch Barney. If however if you are above 18 years of age and are not offended by situations describe above read on :-). I apologise in advance for the last few chapters seeming rushed as I just wanted to finish this story so I could move on to my next. Chapter 1: Change Happens. Ian an...

Imogen a Harry Potter taleChapter 18

Thanks to over one hundred days' hard work, extra help from her professors, tutoring from Hermione and other classmates, frequent use of the time turner and not a little talent, Imogen had virtually completed fourth year in her chosen subjects - potions, transfiguration, charms and defence against the dark arts. In this last subject, she was in fact rather ahead of her peers —other than Harry— for her classmates' education in this subject had been quite neglected in their first and second...

Imogen a Harry Potter taleChapter 49

Imogen's hour glass chimed softly by her bed, the sound barely audible. Imogen heard it only because she was sleeping very lightly, and had gone to bed only an hour before. She rose, and moving to Hermione's bed, gently woke her friend. The two dressed in silence, undetected by Padma and the snoring Lavender Brown. Reasonably sure that they had not been heard by their two dormitory mates, Hermione and Imogen stepped softly down the stairs to the common room, their way dimly lit by the lumos...

Imogen a Harry Potter taleChapter 14

The students were in unusually high spirits as they began to file into the Great Hall for dinner that evening, for all those in third year and up were permitted to visit Hogsmeade the next day - except for the few who lacked parental permission slips or who were denied permission as a particularly cruel form of detention, the misery of these unfortunates increased by their friends' cheerful and rowdy banter about the fun they'd have the next day. Imogen entered the Great Hall along with the...

Imogen a Harry Potter taleChapter 19

Outside in the hall, Professor McGonagall wasted no time. "I must leave Hogwarts shortly, and I did not have to time wait until you finished class to speak with you. I take it you noticed Hermione was not around this morning?" she asked. "Yes," replied Imogen. "She wasn't at breakfast and she's not in potions." "I can't tell you where she is, Imogen, but -" "Professor," said Imogen in a tone that a slightly annoyed teenager might use with her parents, "I know where Hermione...

Imogen a Harry Potter taleChapter 8

"Imogen, there's something I really need to talk to you about. I didn't want to say anything, but I just have to. It's about - " Hermione paused, having difficulty coming to grips with what had to be said. But then she got some help. "Ron?" asked Imogen. "How did you know?" gasped Hermione, relieved that Imogen was willing to discuss the topic, yet annoyed that Imogen had even noticed Ron's attention. Imogen reminded Hermione of discussions they'd had over the last two weeks,...

Imogen a Harry Potter taleChapter 13

Friday morning, and like the rest of the students the Gryffindors got out of their beds, if not with eagerness then at least with less reluctance than usual, for it was the last school day of the week, and the following Saturday was the first Hogsmeade weekend of the term. Harry, Ron and Hermione looked forward to the Saturday with considerable anticipation. Harry was excited because they would all be meeting at the Hog's Head to recruit students to the Defence Against the Dark Arts club,...

Imogen a Harry Potter taleChapter 15

"Imogen! Why aren't you at Hogsmeade with your friends?" Professor Flitwick had heard noises in an unused classroom, and investigating, he had found Imogen working on some fourth-year charms that she had been having trouble mastering. Taken by surprise, she looked down at him, her hair a bit out of order as a result of her exertions. She had not troubled to put on her full uniform, and was wearing only a blouse and a skirt, her face flushed red with effort. Professor Flitwick was glad that...

Imogen a Harry Potter taleChapter 40

"All set to go?" asked Harry. Hermione nodded as she drank the last of her coffee. The Weasleys at the Gryffindor table indicated their assent as Harry looked around him. Harry rose, and accompanied by Ginny, headed out of the Great Hall. Ron and Hermione followed a few minutes later. The rest (Imogen, Neville, the Weasley twins and Angelina) headed out in ones and twos at short intervals, their departure unnoticed in the usual morning bustle. Some went directly outdoors, having brought...

Imogen a Harry Potter taleChapter 66

Dumbledore's nap lasted a long time, and while the aged wizard slumbered in the spare bedroom upstairs, the domestic life of the Weasleys, shattered by the news of Ginny's death, had suffered almost equal disruption by the discovery that the news was false. Both of the girl's parents were desperate to hear Ginny's account of the battle from her own lips. But Ginny was unable to give intelligible answers to her parents' questions. A home remedy was required. Sitting the girl down in the...

Imogen

Imogen... Collins... stood, naked as usual, in front of the full-length mirror. She touched the shining steel collar – removable, now, as she was no longer an Indentured Servant, or a slave. Her hands moved to her heavy thighs and broad hips, stroking upwards, following the curve of her thick, if well-defined, waist, to cup and lift the heavy, pear-shaped breasts she’d hated so. Brown nipples, swollen from over a year of frequent stimulation, grew erect – over an inch long, and thick as her...

Imogen a Harry Potter taleChapter 9

Lunch that day was a quiet affair, as it turned out. It might have been expected that after Imogen's triumph in Potions, there would be celebration, laughter and congratulations. But as Imogen had learned repeatedly during her first days at Hogwarts, there was a certain randomness to events. Usually it was some act by Imogen that would change the course of things to come, but on this occasion, immediately after Potions class, it had been Malfoy who was the unwitting agent of...

Imogen a Harry Potter taleChapter 6

Imogen had no idea how to get to the Potions room, and so once she was inside the school, she looked about, hoping to spot a fifth year whom she knew to be in Potions. Ahead of her she saw the back of a tall boy with bright red hair - Ron. She fell in behind him at a short distance, and kept pace with him as he effortlessly made his way to the depths of the castle. While keeping an eye on him, Imogen looked around in the hope that she would memorize the way there. She had learned in the last...

Imogen a Harry Potter taleChapter 20

"More toast anyone?" Like any parent, Molly Weasley enjoyed stuffing food into her children, and there were five of them having breakfast in the kitchen of 12 Grimmauld Place. The presence of Hermione and Harry could not quite make up for the missing Charlie and Percy, but Mrs. Weasley was delighted to have them all the same. The kitchen would not accommodate everyone, and so breakfast that morning was in shifts, the last one being the Weasley family and the friends of their children. One...

Imogen a Harry Potter taleChapter 2

A young girl stood still, her trunk on the ground next to her, an owl cage in one hand as she looked about in mystification, her face betraying her confusion. The girl's hair was as blond as blond could be, long tresses done up in twin pigtails that would have been suitable on a younger girl, but not on a young lady of about fifteen years of age or perhaps older, the muggle clothing she wore not designed in any way to hide her shapely figure. Her owl, Olwyna, screeched at the noise and...

Imogen a Harry Potter taleChapter 4

After the feast, the prefects of each house called for their first years to follow them, and to mind that they did not lose their way. "That's right," said Ron to the youngsters in his charge. "A few years back a couple of firsties didn't do as they were told and wandered off - never did find them, I don't think..." "Oh, knock it off, Ron!" said Hermione, exasperated. "It's scary enough for them as it is." She turned to address them. "Just follow me - everything will be just...

Imogen a Harry Potter taleChapter 31

Fudge continued to maintain that Voldemort had not returned, with the same fervour of a ten-year old who persists in believing that Christmas gifts do not come from mother and father: an increasingly difficult exercise, requiring him to explain away mounting evidence to the contrary. While Voldemort's power increased daily, the Ministry's ability to defend itself was much diminished, Fudge having dismissed or even imprisoned on various pretexts the higher-ranking Ministry officials whose...

Imogen a Harry Potter taleChapter 29

Imogen's return to Hogwarts after the Christmas holidays was in circumstances entirely different from her first trip to the school. Then, in September, she had been a confused and ignorant girl. Things were different now. Thanks to her hard work over the holiday (which had lasted a full three weeks) she was fully caught up in her chosen subjects, easily the equal of most Hogwarts' fifth years, and superior to many. This time on the train she brought with her no trunk, only her owl and her...

Imogen a Harry Potter taleChapter 61

That evening in the common room Harry and his friends lounged about in front of the fire, discussing recent events. Hermione, with her gift of almost perfect recall, narrated the story she alone had heard in its entirety from Draco's own lips. The Muffliato charm ensured that a group of third years seated in the far corner and working on a History essay would hear nothing. Ginny and Ron listened with rapt attention as the tale unfolded, the teens drinking the last of the butterbeers...

Imogen a Harry Potter taleChapter 5

The next morning was her first experience of the regular routine at Hogwarts. Up early to get ready and dressed, then off to breakfast at the Great Hall. She had slept only a few hours and was utterly exhausted, stumbling down the stairs with the rest of her house. But as she approached the Great Hall, her stomach began to growl. Barely had she taken her seat when a wonderful breakfast appeared on the table - like no other she had ever had. Fried tomatoes - she hadn't known that people fried...

Imogen a Harry Potter taleChapter 64

Imogen picked up another plate from the table in the Burrow's kitchen, and began to wash it, her motions mechanical, her face fixed in an expression a calm she did not feel. Eleven had seated themselves for breakfast: the six remaining Weasley children, Mr. and Ms. Weasley, Harry, Hermione and Imogen. Breakfast had been sombre, with none of the usual raillery associated with the Weasley clan. Imogen finished washing the plate, and passed it to Hermione to dry. "I feel so totally out of...

Imogen a Harry Potter taleChapter 7

" ... and so that's what happened, professor. I didn't mean for things to turn out like they did, but it just happened." Having finished her rather lengthy story, Imogen lapsed into silence. There was only stillness in Dumbledore's office, as he and Professor McGonagall contemplated Imogen's detailed account of events inUmbridge's class. At McGonagall's bidding, Imogen had gone to see her after dinner, to let her know how her first day at Hogwarts had gone. The Gryffindor head of...

Imogen Chapter Two

Imogen – Chapter Two (Please read Chapter One first if you haven’t already!! It will make better sense! Thankyou.) Our love affair was getting harder to hide. I’m always on edge now, careful to keep my darling Imogen a secret. Our relationship is blooming. It has been only two and a half months after our first sexual contact. I have loved every second of it. She is astounding. Our sex only got better and better. So good, in fact, that I found myself dreaming of it. Of her. Of course, being...

Imogen a Harry Potter taleChapter 55

Imogen ate her breakfast in silence, her head slumped over her plate as she mechanically shovelled food into her mouth, while at the same time she tried to finish a note she was writing to her friend, the centaur chieftain Magorian. She drained another cup of coffee, her third, but what did that matter: no one was counting. "That's your third cup of coffee," said Angelina Johnson. "If you keep that up, you'll spend your first class running to the bathroom half the time." "Mumble...

Imogen a Harry Potter taleChapter 59

On the wall above Dee's head was a framed photograph with a glass cover, and Draco used it to watch the two men as they worked their way towards the back of the restaurant, one of them making inquiries of the restaurant patrons, while the other stood back, one hand in his pocket, his gaze sweeping the restaurant repeatedly. Draco reached across the table. "I hope you won't mind if I borrow these for a minute," he said, removing Dee's glasses from her face and putting them on his own....

Imogen a Harry Potter taleChapter 39

"I have to admit I have no idea what this is," said Hermione, staring at the odd arrangement of shelves before her. She and Imogen were in the boy's dormitory. The school's founders in their wisdom had protected the girls' sleeping quarters from the intrusion of any boy, but the boys' dormitory, in their view, was in need of no such protection, and so the two girls accompanied by Neville, Ron and Harry were able to climb the stairs to the fifth year boys' quarters and admire Imogen's...

Imogen a Harry Potter taleChapter 51

The dangers attendant on the Forbidden Forest had one advantage, for they made it an excellent place for a secret meeting, and no place inside the forest was better for a meeting than that section of the Forbidden Forest which itself was forbidden, the territory of the centaurs. The centaurs had taken much of the forest as theirs in ancient times, their territorial claims long accepted by the other inhabitants of the forest. These other creatures had no choice; quarrelling with the semi-human...

Imogen a Harry Potter taleChapter 62

Dawn was still some hours away when thirteen students exited the school. With Dumbledore still motionless in the infirmary, and Dolores Umbridge missing and unaccounted for (officially, that is; Harry and his friends knew that at very moment the poor women was being subjected to horrors that were both unspeakable and richly deserved), it was somewhat easier for students to engage in illicit activities without fear of detection. The squib Mr. Filch was long gone, and his animagus mother was...

Imogen a Harry Potter taleChapter 35

"What a pretty tiara," said Ginny, picking up the crown from where it lay on the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall. It was dinner time, and the enchanted ceiling mimicked the black, cloud-filled sky. The tables were lit by numerous candles, and the jewelled tiara sparkled in the warm glow. "I'm sure I look charmingly regal," continued Ginny. "What do you think?" she added, turning to Harry as the others at the table smiled at her indulgently. "You look great," said Harry. "You...

Imogen a Harry Potter taleChapter 25

The burrow was every bit as wonderful as the books had described it, thought Imogen. She had been there for several days now, along the Weasley family, Hermione and Harry. Sirius too was staying with them, and every nook and cranny of the convoluted home had a bed, cot or mattress to accommodate a family member or guest. Imogen knew that everyone was 'supposed' to stay at Grimmauld Place, at least according to the books imbedded in her memory. But it was perfectly obvious to her why this...

Imogen a Harry Potter taleChapter 3

Professor McGonagall was not accustomed to being addressed in such fashion - especially not by a student. Everyone knew her reputation - 'tough but fair' was the usual description people used. To this could one could fairly add that Professor McGonagall was not to be trifled with; she was impatient of silly excuses and disliked intensely having her time wasted. But to be spoken to by a student in words that bordered on the peremptory - this was new. The professor stifled the immediate reply...

Imogen a Harry Potter taleChapter 11

As Harry, Ron and Hermione made their way to Snape's potions class, Ron wondered if Hermione would carry her little joke too far. The night before the Gryffindor common room had witnessed the second annual Useless Spell contest, and Ron was still suffering under the effects of the curse Hermione had placed on him. Harry's offering for the contest was a charm that untied a person's shoelaces. But this was judged by Fred and George to have a practical use - it could be done not just to...

Imogen a Harry Potter taleChapter 42

Flitwick noted the tension in the air the moment he stepped into the large classroom used for the Dueling Club. Every single member of the club was present, not one student absent due to illness or an unfinished assignment. Neville, not fully recovered from his encounter a few days earlier with a giant, was nevertheless in attendance. Even Flint was present, despite the detention Flitwick himself had handed out to the boy earlier that day, confining him the the Slytherin common room for...

Imogen a Harry Potter taleChapter 52

Rita Skeeter stepped out of Mr. Edgerton's office, having dropped off the most recent of her reports, setting out for her parole officer (for that, in effect, was Mr. Edgerton's function) the life she had led in the previous week. Absent from the report was any mention of her second visit to Nurmengard in the company of Harry and Sirius Black, for her activities outside of working hours were none of Edgerton's business. In any event, the biography (now close to completion) she was writing...

Imogen a Harry Potter taleChapter 28

"Impedimentia!" shouted Ginny as Fred ran towards her. Her brother tripped and fell heavily. He was up in a second, but - "Stupify!" This knocked Fred unconscious, and it was a few seconds before he was able to rise to his hands and knees. Ginny raised her wand, but Harry called for her to stop. "Excellent, Ginny. Now what would you use if Fred was a death eater?" "The killing curse, of course," said Ginny. "Why do you keep repeating that? You must have told us a hundred...

Imogen Chapter One

Imogen – Chapter One I needed her the moment I met her. Dark brunette hair, framing her lovely face. Her deep, large eyes and inquisitive eyebrows gave her an innocent presence. Her luscious, pouty lips were enough to send me over the edge. A cliché I know, but it’s the truth. She walked tall - even though she, herself was not - swaying her hips gently, almost not at all. Her shoulders sloped gracefully into her back, and her bum: round and supple. Her skin looked smooth and sun-kissed in...

Imogen a Harry Potter taleChapter 41

"I'm getting too old for this," thought Professor McGonnigal. She was sitting at the head of a rather sparsely-populated professors' table in the Great Hall, assuming Dumbledore's place in the headmaster's absence. It was not that this task was not in any way taxing. But Dumbledore had ordered her to watch the school in his absence, and it was the waiting she found difficult. She would much rather have been in the depths of the forest than sitting at a table, listening to the chatter of...

Imogen a Harry Potter taleChapter 56

After the meeting at which Harry pointed out to Ernie the error of his ways, Harry made a practice of using the prefects' rooms for strategy sessions, secret meetings and dueling practice. Useful as the rooms were for Harry's purposes, they could also be used by the prefects who were not members of their group, along with the head boy and head girl. There was always the chance that Goldstein or Abbot or any of the other prefects might try to gain access to the rooms when Harry and his...

Imogen a Harry Potter taleChapter 10

As the weeks passed, Imogen found she was able to work harder and more effectively as she gained experience. She resorted to the time-turner with increasing frequency, and her typical day was thirty hours long. She was beginning to truly believe that she would meet her self-imposed goal of catching up with her peers by the start of the second term. She'd kept the list of curses given her by Professor Flitwick, and had learned a few of them. Anyone challenging her to a duel now might get a...

Imogen a Harry Potter taleChapter 12

A few days later Olwyna was soaring above the forest, nearing the end of another journey to Surrey and back, bearing yet another letter from the unemployed wordsmith, Rita Skeeter. It was early in October, and the day a glorious sudden return to the warmth of the summer just passed. Olwyna was not more than an hour from her perch in the Hogwarts owlery, but she was very hungry, and had to break her journey for a quick snack. Dropping to tree level, she kept a close watch on a clearing...

Imogen a Harry Potter taleChapter 33

"Malfoy's back!" The cry was taken up by others as the news quickly spread through the Great Hall. Ron stopped chewing, his open mouth gaping in astonishment as he saw Draco's tall, thin form make its way towards the Slytherin table. "Oh Ron, do close your mouth, please," said Hermione absently, watching as Malfoy headed towards his accustomed seat, greeting his friends noisily as he did so. A throng formed around him, through which Pansy struggled until she finally succeeding in...

Imogen a Harry Potter taleChapter 67

"You have received but few hints of your past, and they have been so subtle that I doubt you picked up on them. Do you recall your first visit to Grimmauld Place, and what the portrait of Mrs. Black screamed at you?" "Yes." There was a long pause; Imogen by her silence passed a test. "You really do take my instructions literally, don't you? How rare in a teenager. I give you permission to speak freely." "My recollection of things not in 'the books' is very far from perfect, but...

Imogen a Harry Potter taleChapter 44

"It's like he's disappeared!" explained Hermione. "I watched carefully during my shift, and I know Angelina and Ginny did the same. We just can't find any sign of Draco on the Marauder's map." Breakfast was still two hours away, and she was in Moaning Myrtle's second floor bathroom, along with Harry, Imogen, Angelina and the Weasley siblings. It was now a routine for them to meet every morning at this hour to discuss their efforts to follow Draco's movements on the Marauder's Map....

Imogen a Harry Potter taleChapter 53

There was only the slightest pause after Ernie's announcement before many a hand reached for a wand, only to come up empty: Harry understood his friends very well, and had he not confiscated everyone's wand, Ernie would have been instantly subjected to multiple curses. Ernie was also fortunate that the small room was very overcrowded. Fred and George stumbled over each other as they rose. Ginny too attempted to get at Ernie, but in the commotion could not get past her brothers. Only Imogen,...

Imogen a Harry Potter taleChapter 32

It was now two weeks into the term. Harry and his Gryffindor friends headed out from the common room, on their way to their second Dueling Club meeting with Professor Flitwick. There they would be seeing a number of other students, most from Slytherin, the balance made up of those former members of Dumbledore's Army who had decided to stay with Harry when he'd terminated the DA. The last meeting of the defence against the dark arts club had been most unpleasant, for Harry had faced a...

Imogen a Harry Potter taleChapter 36

A few days previously Skeeter had been working away in the Ministry library. The library was huge: an enormous, flattened cylinder resting on its elliptical base, resembling the famous operating theatre at Padua, except built on a truly vast scale. The main room was easily a hundred yards in length and half as wide. The walls rose up and up to a ceiling that soared at a height no Muggle architect would consider, but which was trivial for the wizards who had designed the place. At intervals...

Imogen a Harry Potter taleChapter 58

The door to Madam Pomfrey's office opened, interrupting Draco's narrative before he got very far. Draco instantly closed his eyes and settled himself back on his bed. "Obviously Draco has more friends than I thought," Pomfrey said. "And I'm glad you're all being so quiet; I haven't heard hardly a sound since you came in. But really this is too much. Only one of you can stay." Turning to Hagrid, she added, "I mean only one student of course, Professor Hagrid. You're welcome to stay...

Imogen a Harry Potter taleChapter 23

Christmas day, and dinner at 12 Grimmauld Place. Thanks to McGonagall's skill, although the external physical dimensions of the dining room had not increased an inch, it was now able to accommodate most of the Weasley family and friends along with numerous members of the Order. Arthur Weasley was not present, for the recent hearing had been a great strain upon him. His wounds had reopened, and he had been taken back to St. Mungo's. The healers had repeated their assurances that Mr. Weasley...

Imogen a Harry Potter taleChapter 47

Shortly after lunch the students of Gryffindor and Slytherin houses eyed each other warily in the hall outside the door to Professor McGonnigal's transfiguration classroom. It was rare indeed for two houses to double up in any class but potions, but now and again it was necessary, either to make up for a holiday or some other quirk in the schedule. Draco leaned casually against the wall, flanked by Crabbe and Goyle. He stared straight ahead with an expression of studied indifference. Nearby...

Imogen Chapter One

Imogen – Chapter One I needed her the moment I met her. Dark brunette hair, framing her lovely face. Her deep, large eyes and inquisitive eyebrows gave her an innocent presence. Her luscious, pouty lips were enough to send me over the edge. A cliché I know, but it’s the truth. She walked tall – even though she, herself was not – swaying her hips gently, almost not at all. Her shoulders sloped gracefully into her back, and her bum: round and supple. Her skin looked smooth and sun-kissed in...

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The first time I saw her was in the supermarket. I'd popped in to get some milk and a pizza for my tea and I saw her futher down the aisle. It was a hot July day, and she was wearing a little flowery dress. I distinctly remember that moment. It has stuck in my memory ever since. She was slim, with red shoulder length hair and as I slowly walked up the aisleway between the fridges I took the oppurtunity to look her up and down. Damn, she had a nice body!! When I got a little closer I could see...

Imogen a Harry Potter taleChapter 38

"Anyone seen Draco?" asked the Slytherin quidditch team captain, Montague. Their seeker had failed to attend the last practice, and Montague had spoken to him quite sharply in the common room, warning him that he must help them prepare for the team's next match. Montague was amazed that Draco had failed again to attend practice. It was cold outside, a steady breeze adding to the chill, and the quidditch pitch was almost empty. Aside from the six team members, a few spectators in the stands...

Imogen a Harry Potter taleChapter 57

"How is he doing?" asked Hermione, closing the infirmary door quietly behind her. "No change so far," whispered Montague, drawing Hermione away from Draco's bed. "It looks like he's still out cold, but Pomfrey says we shouldn't talk around him, because you never know - maybe he can hear us. Mind you, he's hardly moved a muscle during my shift. At least his face has stopped twitching — Pomfrey says that's a good sign." "Madam Pomfrey, if you don't mind," said the healer,...

Imogen a Harry Potter taleChapter 65

"Thank you very much for coming; it means so much to all of us," said Arthur Weasley, shaking Dumbledore's hand. Dumbledore only nodded by way of reply. He was near the end of his strength, the visit to the Burrow being his fourth such call of the day. Ernie MacMillan's family had handled the news with tremendous calm and courage, but after that, things had been much more difficult. Dumbledore's visit to the mother of Marietta Edgecombe had been truly terrible. Mrs. Edgecombe was a widow...

Imogen a Harry Potter taleEpilogue

The end of fifth year was cheerful, but anti-climatic. Imogen was sure she had performed well on her final exams, not at the level of her friend Hermione, to be sure, but she was confident that she'd obtained O.W.L.s in all her chosen subjects. At the end of term feast, Gryffindor easily won the house cup, Dumbledore awarding one hundred points for each Death Eater that a student had killed in the final battle at the Ministry. The thousand points Gryffindor gained thereby made its victory...

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The spindly, gnarled fingers of the towering figure swept forth and curled towards the collapsed piles of undeath, and each of them cried out in chilling agonized cries as the burning penetration of nails not present savagely tore into their nerves just before raking the remnant flesh from bone into heaps across the ivory floor as the ivory "Lord" withdrew its claw in a ripping motion, steadily bathing in phantom blood from tip to knuckle. Crimson nails rose skyward as the pale one's hand...

Imogen a Harry Potter taleChapter 30

"A very unusual specimen, I must say," said Bathsheda Babbling, running a pencil lead back and forth over a piece of fine parchment, the etching on the blade of Harry's knife gradually appearing. "Where did you get this weapon? The script is unlike any I've ever seen." The Ancient Runes professor prided herself on her knowledge of the languages of magical folk, ancient and modern, and was delighted to find something with which she was completely unfamiliar. "A Christmas gift," said...

Imogen a Harry Potter taleChapter 34

"I think we're doing good work together, Severus," said Dr. Ricci, as they neared the end of their one-hour session. "How do you feel about how things are going?" As always whenever Dr. Ricci asked him a question, he considered his answer carefully. Her inquiries were never intended as mere politeness, as meaningless requests for equally polite responses. Her questions always had a purpose. In his second session with her, the doctor's skilled questioning had caused him to empty himself...

Imogen a Harry Potter taleChapter 37

The cell was not as Harry had imagined it would be. He had expected a dark, nasty place: damp and smelly as well, with unpleasant insects crawling about. But the room would have been bright had the day not been so overcast, for the cell had large windows on three sides, giving a view of the sky and sea when the clouds permitted. The furniture was sparse: a bed, a small desk and chair along with a bookshelf was all the room contained. A gaunt, aged man sat cross-legged in a far corner,...

Imogen a Harry Potter taleChapter 43

Maude Boudicca sat upright in her bed. She had been sound asleep in her room at the Hog's Head, but now was wide awake and listening intently. Her small bedroom was lit by a pair of candles, for she no longer was able to fall asleep in the dark: night held too many terrors now. Hearing nothing, Maude looked around the room, wondering whether she had imagined the sound. And then again the voice, high and cold. "I'm summoning you now a second time. There won't be a third." Maude turned...

Imogen a Harry Potter taleChapter 45

The ebony wand was not something Maude would need for the next few hours, not if everything went according went according to plan. She pocketed it, and instead pulled out a small flask filled with a liquid, its deep purple appearing black in the darkness of the forest. She unstopped the bottle, and drank half its contents, gasping as her heart began to race. A downward glance confirmed her invisibility, the only sign of her presence a faint shimmer in the air when she moved. Confident now,...

Imogen a Harry Potter taleChapter 46

Peeves was a fixture at Hogwarts, and no one could remember a time when he had not wandered the halls of the school, causing havoc. Because he took no official part in any of the school's functions or events, his presence went unnoted in any of its records, and so no one could say for sure when the Poltergeist had first appeared. It was odd that he had been tolerated all this time, for he contributed nothing of value to the school. At least, that is what everyone thought. But every now and...

Imogen a Harry Potter taleChapter 48

The infirmary usually hosted young, healthy students suffering from relatively harmless and easily cured maladies, and the atmosphere in the room was at most times optimistic if not cheerful. But not this afternoon. The remains of the headmaster lay on a bed in the far corner, shrouded with a spare sheet. The arrival of McGonagall after her Transfiguration class meant that all four heads of house were present to share the shock of the fact of Dumbledore's death. They wanted to mourn, but...

Imogen a Harry Potter taleChapter 50

Voldemort sat on a throne in the great hall of Castle Stalker, a roll of parchment in his hand, and his servant Bellatrix Lestrange seated on the dias below him. The windows in the hall were small, candlelight supplying almost the lighting. The walls and floors were stone, and every sound was made sharp by echos off the hard surfaces. Voldemort read from the parchment, Bellatrix waiting patiently as he did so. On entering the hall she'd noted a new interior wall, cutting the hall almost in...

Imogen a Harry Potter taleChapter 54

Arthur Weasley held in his hands the detailed report on everything Skeeter had learned from her investigation of the Muggle who went missing from Whittington hospital. Skeeter had not been able to meet the deadline Weasley had set, and several weeks had passed since she had begun her inquiries. But she had kept Weasley apprised of her progress, and there was no doubt that the report was worth the wait. Weasley had been hoping for a reasonably literate pro forma exercise that would satisfy the...

Imogen a Harry Potter taleChapter 60

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