Testing Defenses

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Chapter 5: Lisa's Visit

Harry Potter was woken by the groping hands and lilting voice of a young witch, singing a version of a familiar child's song that he'd never heard before.

Sexy Harry,Sexy Harry,Dormez-vous?Dormez-vous?I 'ave brought ze raincheck.I 'ave brought ze raincheck.Ding, dang, dung….Ding, dang, dung….

Harry snorted as a smile crept across his face. He opened his eyes and propped himself up onto his elbows, giving him a great view of his favorite Gringott's employee, dressed in the same see-thru negligee that she'd worn the previous night.

“Good morning, Fleur.”

“Good moring, 'Arry.” Did you 'ave a good sleep?”

“I think that I'm having a better wakening, actually,” he replied. With a nod towards Fleur's attire, he asked, “So, is this the new employee uniform down at the bank?”

Fleur laughed prettily. “Oh, to zink such a zing…ze goblins dressed zis way!” She then reached out with the hand not grasping Harry's penis and tweaked his chin. “Silly 'Arry, zis I wear only for you.”

“I'm flattered,” Harry replied, as he reached down and covered Fleur's other hand. “And I must say that I've never had anyone grab hold of my penis and pretend that it was a bell-clapper.”

Fleur giggled as she pulled his “bell-clapper” to the left, then right, then back left as she sang the reprise of, “Ding, Dang, Dung.” She then added, “It iz long enough and 'ard enough for ze job, no?”

“I think that I'd rather be banging something other than a bell,” quipped Harry.

Fleur pursed her lips into an “o” as she raised an eyebrow.

“Such a thing to say, 'Arry…I think zat I like ze new you.”

Harry eyes sparkled. He was laying in bed with a near-naked beautiful part-Veela witch that had woken him with a bawdy song and crotch grab.

“I think that I like the new me, too,” he replied. He then added, “So you wish to cash in your raincheck?”

“Yes, please.”

Harry looked out the window and grinned. “But Fleur, it isn't raining.”

The part-Veela nodded, sighed, then slipped into bed alongside Harry (without losing her grip).

“But 'arry, it iz raining in my 'eart…William 'az left me.”

Harry hadn't known that Fleur and Bill Weasley had been dating, but that didn't stop him from announcing him to be a stupid git.

Fleur turned towards Harry and used her off-hand to place a finger on his lips.

“Ssshh, 'Arry”

“But…but what excuse could he have?”

Fleur sighed. “William found out this morning that ze goblins 'ad given me the job of providing customer service to you…'e said that I must choose between you or 'im.”

“Oh, Fleur, I'm so sorry…”

“No…it iz not a bad thing, I zink.” Fleur decided. “We 'ad only been dating for a few weeks.”

“But still…”

“Yes, I am a little sad, but only a little.”

“So you…you must just have come from Bill, then?”

Fleur nodded. “We were at ze bank, and I needed to bring you a goblin-made portkey, so 'ere I am.”

“My own portkey?”

“It connects zis place and ze bank,” Fleur explained. “So now, you may come and visit me all ze time, no?”

Harry smiled. “Still, so soon after the…guess you don't have family here to lean on, right?”

Fleur nodded. “I 'ope you do not mind…my personal business, it 'as interfered with my job.”

“I don't mind at all,” Harry replied. “What ever I can do to help…”

“Do you really mean that?”

“Of course I do…why?”

Fleur bit her lower lip and replied, “Because whenever I am sad, there iz one sure way to make me 'appy.”

“Really, what's that?”

“L'oral sex.”

Harry choked on some spittle.

“Are you sure…with me… I mean…”

“I am sorry, 'Arry, I should not push my troubles onto my customers.”

“Stop that, Fleur,” said Harry. “You need to think of me as your friend, and only as a customer when we're discussing my accounts, okay.”

Fleur nodded, and gave Harry a puppy-dog eyed look.

“Then you will make me 'appy?”

Harry gulped. “If it helps …except, I doubt that I would be any good at it.”

“Why iz zat, 'Arry?”

“Because….well, to be honest I don't have that kind of experience.”

“You are kidding, no?” Fleur demanded.

Harry shrugged a shoulder and nodded.

“But you are so…all ze 'ogwarts witches…zey should 'ave all wanted to ride ze 'arry Express.”

“Nope.”

“But you do like witches, no?”

“Yes,” Harry said definitively.

“'ave you kissed ze witches?”

“Yes.”

“With ze tongue?”

“Are you playing a guessing game?” asked Harry with a coy smile.

“Oh, it iz an idea fantastic!” Fleur bubbled. “I would love to play a guessing game with you, 'Arry…you will tell me 'more,' or 'less,' n'est pas?”

Harry chuckled. “Okay, sure.”

“You 'ave petted ze witch's tit?”

“If you mean when it's covered, then more.”

“You 'ave made mad passionate love to a witch?”

“Erm…might need to define 'mad passionate love'.”

“Hmmm…you 'ave rung ze witch's bell with your clapper until you experience ze little death.”

“Experience the little death?”

“Oh, I am sorry,” Fleur replied, “it is not the same in English…you bang on ze witch until your wand bursts with ze semen.”

“In that case,” snorted Harry, “less.”

“Ah, too bad, perhaps ze answer will be different soon enough, true?”

Harry laughed “I have no idea, actually.”

“Alors…your wand…it bursts with semen in ze witch's mouth?”

“Less.”

“In ze bum?”

“Much less.”

“Oh…wrong direction.”

“I'm sure that the witch would think so too.”

Fleur laughed at Harry's joke. “Perhaps a different witch might not think so, no? But to think….a witch, she 'as made ze semen spray in 'er 'and?”

Harry shook his head. “Less.”

“Really?” asked Fleur. “But surely, a witch 'as 'eld your wand?”

“No more than you just were, actually.”

“And you 'ave done ze same for them?”

“Erm….less.”

“What?” asked Fleur. “It is outrageous…ze silly English witches…you allow them to touch you, but they…they do not return ze favor?”

“No, that's alright,” said Harry. “It wasn't as if I wasn't getting something out of it as well.”

Fleur pouted. “But 'ow are you to know? They 'ave a….a responsibility, no? Yes…a responsibility to all of ze other witches to follow.”

“It's not so bad,” said Harry. “Quite brilliant, actually, and it's not like I haven't had the chance to hold other bits.”

“Yes, you 'ave said,” said Fleur. “So we are close, I think. You 'ave played with ze witch's tit, but no more, and ze witches…they have kissed your lips, and held your wand from ze outside of your short pants.”

Harry thought for a moment. “Well, I have slapped a witch on the bum.”

“Oh, 'Arry…you like to play it rough?”

“No…but I think that she liked it.”

“Magnifique,” Fleur decided. “There iz something else, no?”

“Well…..” said Harry.

“Oh, 'Arry, do not be ze shy one. I am ze veela…I 'ave 'eard it all, and done most of it, too.”

Harry sighed. “Okay, okay…I had a tug while a witch was putting on a show for me.”

“I see…it was both of you, watching ze other?”

“Erm, actually…she wanted me to watch, I think, but was to shy to say outright…so she allowed me to peek from under my invisibility cloak.”

“Oooh, I like,” Fleur decided. “There iz 'ope for you yet, no?”

Harry blushed. “I hope so.”

Fleur chuckled. “And so…it is certain zat you 'ave a lot to learn about love. And I must be your teacher.”

“Fleur, you don't have to.”

“It will be my pleasure, too, I assure you,” said Fleur. “Now…would you like a…'ow do you say it…ah, yes…a crash course? Or rather, a series of lessons.”

Harry looked at Fleur with wide eyes. “You'd want to do a crash course with me?”

“Of course, if that it what you want, 'Arry.”

“Well, what do you want?”

Fleur smiled. “I think zat I would prefer to stretch out ze instruction over a number of lessons.”

Harry grinned. “Then that's what we'll do….Professor Delacour, I place myself in your capable hands.”

The part-veela's eyes flashed brilliantly. “Actually, for our first session, I thing zat I must place my little bell in yours.” She then drew one of Harry's hands up under her negligee and buried it between her legs.

“Today,” Fleur informed her student with a smile, “you learn ze 'and-job.”

oo00OO00oo

Fleur left Harry with a stupid grin on his face and an appointment to continue his lessons the following week. After breakfast and a wash up, he began to review the non-pornographic papers and ledgers that Fleur had left behind.

It didn't take very long for him to realize that Mad-Eye Moody wasn't joking about how tempting a target his family vaults would be for a galleon-digging witch. Based on the balance sheets and vault inventories that he'd been provided, Harry Potter was, in two words, filthy rich.

Now of course, all of the galleons in the world didn't do much good if you didn't have access to either your money or to markets. The goblins had, at least, offered a partial solution to the access problems associated with his confinement on Privet Drive…a muggle debit card tied to his trust vault (through an intermediary muggle bank account in a goblin-owned muggle bank). But how to get to the stores to use that small piece of plastic?

Harry thought about his living conditions, and realized that he wouldn't be any more likely to visit a store once he was moved to Headquarters. And that got him thinking some of the amazing changes in Harry's life on Privet Drive, and that caused him to start an inventory that documented those changes. This soon morphed into a “before” and “after” comparison of summers spent on Privet Drive.

His lumpy mattress and cramped quarters had been replaced with silk sheets and the house's largest bedroom. He used to have to beg his Aunt to use the loo down the hall (he scrubbed it clean more often than he was allowed to use it); now he had his own self-cleaning canvas-walled lavatory with hot tub. Rather than being terrorized by his cousin, Dudley was being terrorized by Bubba the cell-mate. The muggle-repelling Post-its kept his Aunt and Uncle out of his room and out of his way…he didn't have to do chores unless he wanted to, he could use magic in the house, and he had a new training facility and tutor. And then there was the “reading material” that Sirius had left behind…

When it was said and done, Harry Potter was now living in a nicely gilded cage. But it was still a locked cage, with the key kept in Dumbledore's pocket. And while the bars of the cage kept Harry from straying, Hermione and the other witches had proven that they were not all that protective.

Harry wondered just how much longer he'd be forced to stay inside his gilded cage, and where he would be sent once he was sprung. Grimmauld Place was a likely candidate, as Sirius had left Harry the Black ancestral home. The Order was probably still using the building as a base of operations, and would move him behind the Fidelius charmed wards. Once there, he'd be able to use magic, and train, and hang out with friends. But then, at Grimmauld he'd also have to deal with Ron's petty jealousness, and Molly's chaperoning, and there'd be rooms to de-doxy, and lots of people telling him how he should be spending his time, and memories of Sirius everywhere he turned.

It was enough for Harry to consider the relative benefits of staying at Privet Drive for the balance of the summer. After all, moving to Grimmauld Place wouldn't make Dumbledore any more likely to allow him to go for a morning run, or to visit Diagon Alley. The leash would be a little longer at the Burrow, where he could at least fly and play Quidditch, but it'd be Molly that would be holding that leash and after last night that didn't interest Harry at all.

Still, given the seemingly porous protection provided so long as he stayed at his Aunt and Uncles, it was a moot point. Wondering whether there were other options available to him, Harry started to skim through his inventoried real estate holdings.

The rough answer to that question was “maybe.” There was an ancestral manor house in Wales whose wards were described as “active” but not delineated. But the details of that house's condition were left behind as soon as Harry spied a listing under “Miscellaneous Minor Properties.”

4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey. Four bedroom single family home on 0.58 acre lot. 1981 purchase price: GB£72,000. Current assessed value GB£235,000. Note: Currently leased on an annual basis to Vernon Dursley for GB£1 and support of his nephew, Harry Potter.

“Son of a Blasted-End Screwt!” yelled Harry. He jumped up from his desk and ran downstairs to confront his Aunt.

“What are you looking for,” his Aunt Petunia said sharply.

“Some answers,” Harry stated hotly. “Answers and explanation on why I was always told that my care was such a financial imposition for you.”

Under normal circumstances, Harry's aunt would have dismissed his challenge as impudence, cuffed him along side his head, and locked him inside the cupboard for a few days. But things had changed, particularly in the past few days, and she was smart enough to tread cautiously in response.

“What brought you down to ask, Harry?” she asked.

The young wizard's head jerked up, in response not to her question, or tone of voice, but to the simple fact that she had actually called him by his first name. This singular event was confusing enough to take the wind from his sails, and he explained in an amazingly civil tone of voice.

“I just, for the first time in my life, got a comprehensive statement from my wizarding bank,” he stated, as he placed his property ledger down onto the kitchen table. Pointing towards the listing in question, he added, “Within the Potter Estate's property portfolio I found this item.”

Petunia looked down at the page and scrunched her eyes. “That must be a mistake,” she stated. “We send off a mortgage payment to NatWest every month…I've seen the box full of check stubs.”

Harry looked at his Aunt and thought for a moment. “Well, my statement says that the house was purchased in 1981, and that matches the year I was dropped on your doorstep. When did you move into the house?”

“Just two years before,” his Aunt replied. She then took pause to consider her options. Were it not for certain other circumstances that seemed a bit off, she would have cut Harry off minutes before. But because of those other, not completely answered questions, she decided to play along.

“Your Uncle keeps all of our bill statements and financial documents in a lock box,” she informed Harry. “It will be a simple thing to match check stubs against the mortgage statements.”

“Great,” said Harry, who actually agreed with his Aunt for once. He followed her first to the front entryway, where she retrieved her purse, then upstairs to the master bedroom. A locked five-drawer metal filing cabinet sat on Vernon's side of their walk-in closet.

Petunia pulled a set of keys from her purse, flipped thru until she found the right one, and placed the key into the file cabinet's lock.

It didn't work.

“That's strange,” she stated. “I'm quite certain that this is the key that Vernon gave me for this cabinet.”

“Have you ever used it before?” Harry asked.

“Not as such,” she replied. “You know well enough that your Uncle handles all of the family finances, and keeps our records in order.”

“So…you've never actually seen a statement?”

'Well not really…it's like the car…so long as the mechanic keeps it running there's no need to mess under the hood, right?”

“Erm, sure,” said Harry. “Don't you think it's a little strange, though…”

“No matter,” his Aunt replied. “Your Uncle will be home later today.”

“Maybe he didn't give you the right key…maybe he doesn't want you looking at the statements for a reason,” Harry suggested.

“Oh don't be ridiculous,” Petunia replied. “What reason would he have to do that?”

Harry just stared at his Aunt. A good part of him wanted to scream at his Aunt's stupidity, and to scream out what he figured might be going on. But she would never believe him…she'd need to see it for herself.

“I don't see why we'd need to bother Uncle Vernon,” said Harry. He slipped his magical pen knife into the cabinet lock and popped it open. Pocketing the knife he said, “Should be open, now.”

His Aunt turned and looked at him strangely. “I thought you lot had to mumble something like Hocus Pocus to make the magic work.”

Harry smiled. “I'm learning how to do silent magic,” he confided.

Not quite sure if he was being truthful, his Aunt put the issue aside and opened one of the middle drawers to the file cabinet.

“Well, here we go,” she replied smartly. “Folders are marked for the mortgage, gas, electric, the BBC subscription.”

“Really?” asked Harry. “What about the mortgage papers, then?” he asked, explaining that it would be easier to resolve the issue by sending a copy of the statement along to Gringott's with his inquiry.

“Oh, well, I guess that would be alright,” Petunia decided. She reached into the file and pulled out the first document. “NatWest mortgage payment…looks like for just this past month.”

She handed the paper over to Harry as proof.

Harry took the paper in hand, looked down at the statement and snorted.

“What?” his Aunt demanded.

“It's a mortgage statement alright,” Harry noted, “but it's held against a property with a street address in Hammersmith.”

Petunia snatched the paper back from Harry's hands and looked at it.

“Why that can't be right,” she said. She pulled the entire file from the file drawer and examined the other statements…they were addressed to Vernon and mailed to Privet Drive, but the property tied to the mortgage was not located within Little Whinging.

“I can't for the life of me wonder what this means,” Harry's Aunt said quietly.

“Maybe he's paying off Aunt Marge's mortgage instead?” Harry suggested.

Shaking her head, Petunia informed Harry that Vernon's sister lived in Slough.

“Maybe, erm…well, it's not my place to question why Uncle Vernon is away from the house so much…”

“It certainly isn't young man,” his Aunt replied.

“But did he ever tell you that this house was owned free and cleared by my Trust?”

“No.”

“Did he ever mention buying rental property in Hammersmith, or some other kind of investment?”

“No. Never.”

“Oh…I see,” Harry replied. “You know, I don't think it's too far of a drive to Hammersmith from here, maybe you should find this place and find out what's going on?”

The gears spinning in his Aunt's head caused her response to be delayed by a few tens of seconds.

“That's actually a good idea, Harry,” she concluded, as she violently slammed the file drawer shut and walked out of the room.

“Hold on, Aunt Petunia, I might be able to help you,” Harry said. He ran into his room, scrawled out a quick note, sealed the note in an envelope, and handed the letter to his Aunt along with a business card.

“The goblins own a muggle bank called Prescott's…have you heard of it?”

His Aunt nodded.

“This card has the name of the muggle bank manager of the closest branch office. It's actually on the way to Hammersmith, I think. If you go there and give this manager your name and this note, he might be able to help?”

“How so?” asked his Aunt.

“Well,” Harry replied, wondering how far he should push his Aunt, “There might be some breech of contract issues involved if Uncle Vernon has been misusing funds. The Goblins are kind of picky about that sort of thing, and they might be willing to do a bit of private investigating on my behalf…and yours, of course.”

“Help from a goblin?” Petunia said with a shudder.

“No, no…it's a muggle bank and a muggle bank manager…here, look at the name on the card…goblins have single names like Griphook and Earchewer…Robert Miller can't be a goblin's name.”

His Aunt paused, not knowing who to trust right then.

“Hey, if there's a perfectly valid reason for this mix-up, then they'll be able to find out and ease your mind, probably before Uncle Vernon even comes home tonight.”

“Do you think so?”

“I'm not certain,” Harry admitted. “But it wouldn't hurt to try now, would it?”

Petunia nodded as she grabbed her cardkeys and stuffed the card, the letter, and the mortgage statements into her purse.

Four hours later she returned in tears, and with word that the kept woman living at the address in Hammersmith was Vernon's long-time mistress. Petunia had gone right to Grunnings and embarrassed the hell out of Vernon by yelling at the top of her lings that she wanted a divorce and that he was not to bother coming home that night.

Harry was sympathetic, not having the heart to tell her that he already knew the truth; a thick package had been delivered to the door an hour previous, with incriminating photographs and a document trail that tracked the infidelity for years. The goblins had been incredibly thorough and efficient with their time. He also didn't have the heart to tell his Aunt that the Potter Trust was going to sue his Uncle and take him for everything that he (and his wife) were worth.

There would be time later to discuss the change in circumstances, and that time would come after his Aunt had finished combing the house for anything that Vernon owned, claimed, or coveted.

Harry Potter got a lot of practice casting blasting spells that day, and for once in her life Petunia readily approved of the use of magic.

oo00OO00oo

Later that evening, two polite young men dressed in their Sunday best walked up Privet Drive and approached Number Four with pamphlets in hand. With an appearance and attitude that screamed “Muggle!”, Kingsley Shacklebolt was content to watch from the bushes as the two men rang the bell and waited patiently for a response.

Petunia Dursley cracked open the door and stared appraisingly into the dull blue eyes of the twenty-something men. “Can I help you?” she asked warily.

“Good Evening, Ma'am,” the taller man drawled, using an obvious American accent. “My name is Brother Ted, and my companion William and I are visiting your neighborhood tonight to share some good news about how God has spoken to his prophets on Earth and how what he says can protect you and your family against the filthy onslaught of sex, drugs and rock & roll….You would like to hear more about the Book of Mormon, wouldn't you?”

Now Petunia Dursley, under ordinary circumstances, would have slammed the door in the men's faces just as soon as she heard “Brother Ted.” But she was still a little distraught from Vernon's confrontation, and the drugs part did resonate given Dudley's problems, and…well, these two young men just seemed so trustworthy that…

“Would you two fine young men like to come inside?” she asked, as she held open the door. “I have some lemonade and biscuits, I think.”

Brother Ted smiled. “Why thank you, Ma'am, that's downright hospitable.”

Petunia returned the smile and stepped to the side. The two young men stepped across the threshold, followed closely by a young witch hidden under an invisibility cloak.

When Harry Potter heard a quiet knock on his bedroom door he assumed that it was his Aunt…he had charitably removed the muggle-repelling Post-it in case she had found something else of Vernons that she wanted destroyed. So he was a bit surprised when he opened the door and was confronted by a disembodied face.

“Lisa?” he asked. “Lisa Turpin? What are you doing here?”

“Testing defenses,” the young witch replied with a smile. “May I come in?”

“Erm, sure,” Harry replied. As she swept by him, he thought to reapply the muggle-repelling Post-it before closing the door behind her. He turned around to grab one from his desk, only to stand dumbstruck as Lisa unfastened the brooch to her cloak and let it fall to the ground.

The cloak was all that she had been wearing.

Harry couldn't help but stare at the Ravenclaw's nude form…from uncovered head to bare toes, from bits to bum. He had seen Katie this way, but under the ruse that he was peeping. He'd seen Fleur this way, but that was in bed and with a sheer silk screen. This…this was different. The setting sun's rays were shining through the windows that Shacklebolt had insisted on magically sealing, bathing her skin in warm gold light.

“Erm…Lisa…are you…can you…erm…”

“Harry,” Lisa said sweetly, “Why don't you close the door and I can explain?”

“Would you like to sit down?” Harry stammered, waving an arm towards his desk chair.

“Thank you, Harry,” the witch replied, as she pulled the chair so that it faced Harry's bed and sat down. It was slightly less unnerving for Harry once she crossed her legs…but only slightly.

“I'd suggest that you make yourself comfortable, Harry, but it seems like I'm making that rather difficult for you right now.

Harry nodded as he bravely moved towards the bed and sat on its side facing Lisa. It only took a few seconds for Lisa to establish eye contact with him.

“So…” said Harry, “you said that you were going to explain?”

“Oh yes,” Lisa replied. “Your friend, Hermione Granger, asked me to try to breech the wards and give you a visit, so here I am.”

“Yes, but….”

“But how did I do it?” Lisa asked coyly. “Well, Hermione gave me the street address…wrote something about Dumbledore never bothering to address the Hopkirk issue…does that mean something to you? Anyway, once I had the address, I just needed a diversion, so I got a couple of the boys from the coven's auxiliary to dress up like muggle missionaries, charmed their name tags to make your Aunt susceptible to suggestion, and followed behind them wearing the cloak that Hermione sent me. It's yours, right?”

“Erm, yeah…looks like it,” Harry said. “But, Lisa…why aren't you wearing any clothes?”

“Is that a problem, Harry?” the witch asked. “Because there are exemptions to my Vow of Nudity if it would create an unwanted situation…”

Harry glossed over the notion of a “Vow of Nudity,” and thought about whether the present situation was wanted, or unwanted.

“Hmmm,” he thought to himself. “A beautiful young witch with huge ta-tas and a name that I barely remembered walks into my bedroom and immediately gets naked…'wanted', or 'unwanted'?”

“It's not a problem from my perspective,” he replied with a smile.

“Great,” replied Lisa, as she uncrossed her legs and placed her hands on her knees. As she leaned forward her breasts cried out for attention. Which was hard for Harry not to provide…they were the biggest pair he'd ever seen, and after getting an eyeful of the Lefts and Rights of four live witches and a few hundred centerfolds, he felt that he could speak with authority on the issue.

“So, not that it's a problem, but….but, you mentioned a Vow of Nudity?”

Lisa smiled, quite pleased that she'd been able to unnerve Harry the Hottie.

“I took the Vow at my initiation ceremony a few days back,” she explained.

“Initiation into what?” asked Harry, wanting to determine whether it was the kind of club that he wanted to join.

“The Coven of Vesta.”

“You mean…you joined the Vestal Virgins?”

Lisa smiled as she nodded. “And here Hermione was telling me that you didn't know your history, just wait until I tell her...”

“Vestal Virgins?” Harry thought to himself, “So it's not a club that I'd like to be eligible to join for too much longer.”

“So in order to join this coven, you take a magical oath to shun clothing?” Harry asked. “Won't that make things difficult at Hogwarts?”

Lisa giggled. “Oh, Harry, such a joker…I can still wear robes in situations where to do otherwise would cause problems, and it's only enforced during my three-month probationary period.”

Harry nodded. He understood what she was saying, but still didn't really understand. But at least, after a bit of discussion, he'd gotten comfortable enough with Lisa's nudity to be able to push away the blanket that he'd buried in his lap to conceal his initial physical reaction.

“So, not that I'm complaining, but…what's the purpose of that kind of vow?”

“Lots of reasons,” the witch replied, pleased that Harry was interested in her situation. “First, there's the practical issues. The Coven exists in part as a business…we perform rituals for a price…I'm sure you've heard about rituals that require virgin witches, right? So, almost all of these rituals have to be performed in the nude, and in front of the paying customers, and it's really hard to maintain a focus and do the right chants if you're worried about being starkers in front of complete strangers.”

“So the vow gets you used to being starkers in front of complete strangers?”

“Exactly,” Lisa replied with a smile. “Of course, there's also other aspects to the vow…it teaches us humility, and increases our self-confidence, and makes the spontaneous oral sex a whole lot easier…”

“What?” Harry cried, as he reached for that blanket again.

“Just teasing, Harry,” Lisa replied with a grin. “There's no spontaneity in the cunnilingus…everything is scheduled. We've even got the orgies marked into day planners.”

Harry could do little more than gurgle a wordless response.

“Oh, I'm sorry, that was some more teasing…”

“You're quite good at it, you know.”

“Why thank you, Harry…am I making things too difficult?”

“Erm….no, no, don't get dressed on my account,” Harry managed to reply.

“Thanks, I appreciate your help.”

Harry sighed in frustration, then asked, “So, this coven…how did you find out about it?”

“Why do you ask, Harry…interested in joining?” Lisa asked coyly.

“Erm, no, not really,” Harry stammered. “Not that there's anything wrong with that…”

“Oh, Harry, relax…you're so wound up you can't realize when you're being teased,” Lisa replied. “But to answer your question, Madame Pince recruited me.”

“Madame Pince?” asked Harry incredulously. “The Hogwarts Librarian is a vestal virgin?”

“What, are you surprised?” Lisa asked.

Harry paused for a moment, then quickly realized that he wasn't surprised that the librarian was a true spinster. He then tried (but failed) to keep from imagining what the ancient witch would look like performing a ritual in the nude.

“So, you heard about this coven from Madame Pince, and joined, just as soon as school ended?”

Lisa nodded, causing her breasts to jiggle. Harry was certain that it was intentional.

“I turned sixteen in February,” she explained. “We were picked up at King's Cross by the Coven's mistress and taken straight to the ritual circle.”

“We?” asked Harry.

Lisa nodded. “I wasn't the only Hogwarts student initiated that night.”

“Really?” asked Harry. “Anyone I know?”

“Why do you ask?” Lisa replied sweetly. “Wondering who is permanently off the market, or just curious who I had to finger to orgasm that night?”

Harry shot his head back in gobsmacked surprise. After catching a breath, he weakly asked, “More of that teasing, right Lisa?”

The young witch smiled sweetly. “Would you like a detailed description of everything that I did and had done to me?”

“Erm, well…”

Lisa's jolly laugh was echoed by twin mounds of jiggling flesh. “You are so easy, Harry, you know that?”

“Well, I'm trying work on my inexperience,” Harry said in his defense.

“Yes, I've heard about that hard work you've had the past few days,” Lisa said. “Truth is, the ritual involved a lot more pain than pleasure…between the tattoo and the teeth….”

“Tatoo and teeth?” Harry asked.

Lisa's response was to lift one leg up over the arm of his desk chair, fully exposing her crotch and a galleon-sized tattoo to Harry's view.

He tried to keep his eyes focused on the latter, which was located high on Lisa's inner thigh, right next to her bikini line (had she been wearing one). The magical tattoo had a stylized, glowing “V” that was bound inside a pentagram whose points lay tangent on five sides of a red octagon.

“Like what you see, Harry?” snarked Lisa, as she reached down and framed the tattoo with her fingers.

“Erm, yes, very nice,” Harry stammered. “So that signifies your membership in the coven?”

Lisa nodded.

“Any particular reason why it was placed there?” Harry bravely asked.

Lisa snorted. “The location does create interesting issues whenever I want to show it off, doesn't it?”

“You can say that again.”

The Ravenclaw witch stated, “The tattoo doubles as a warning to any man or beast that would want to violate me and steal my virtue.”

Harry looked more closely at the tattoo and smiled. “It does resemble a muggle stop sign, doesn't it?”

Lisa nodded. “The 'V' glows in the dark, and the tattoo moves down to my bum whenever I bend over, or when I'm on my hands and knees.” And before Harry could protest, she spun around, bent over the arm of the chair, and presented her bum for Harry's inspection. Sure enough, the tattoo appeared just below the crease between her left cheek and thigh.

“Erm, nice…” Harry managed to say. He then added, “So a wizard wouldn't have an excuse that he wasn't warned before he tried to…well….take your virginity?”

“Exactly.”

“Do I want to know what happens if they ignore the warning?”

Lisa smiled (this time a bit more evilly) as she turned and sat back down. “Well, Harry, did you hear me mention that the initiation ritual involved pain and teeth?”

“Erm….yes.”

“I was given a potion that magically modified my body,” Lisa stated.

“And that involved teeth?”

Lisa nodded. “You know how men are said to have two heads, and women two sets of lips?”

Harry nodded.

“Well, now I have a second set of teeth to go with those other lips…would you like to see?”

Harry stared at Lisa for a few seconds as his brain tried to resist understanding. When he could no longer hold back the imagery, he shook his head, crossed his legs and let out a howl.

“Ouch!” he cried out. “You're….you're not teasing this time, are you?”

Lisa's eyes sparkled as she replied with a Cheshire-quality grin.

“No wonder you don't have to worry about unwanted advances as you prance about in the nude,” Harry exclaimed.

“Ouch…the idea…the thought….oh, the humanity!” Harry cried out (the last part expressed with more than a bit of melodrama.). “So what happens to the poor bastards after their wands are bitten off?”

“They're given a choice…either death or bound servitude as eunuchs…did I mention that we have a male auxiliary?”

“No way,” said Harry with disbelief. “So the two guys you that you came with tonight are….”

“Sopranos,” Lisa replied simply.

Sensing a great deal of tension in Harry's muscles, Lisa offered to give Harry a massage. Harry politely declined, even though he was quite certain that he'd not have any erection-provoking thoughts around Lisa any time soon. He did, however, agree to shared use of his hot tub, which was just large enough for the four of them (Harry, Lisa, and her Left and Right).

When Lisa teased Harry about his reluctance to strip down in front of her, he replied that he was embarrassed by the fact that his willie had gone into self-protective turtle mode, and practically crawled back inside his crotch. Lisa said that she had a cure for that condition and started to describe not only what she had done during the rituals she had participated in, but who she had done. Against his upper head's better judgment, his lower head responded. Harry managed to strip off his boxers and slip underneath the water's surface in the short interval of time between embarrassment over being too small, and embarrassment over being too big.

They used the tub time to learn more about each other than what they looked like without clothing. Before this visit, Harry would have been hard pressed to recall a single conversation that he had held with Lisa…they were in different houses, were never in the same classes, and she hadn't joined the DA. Lisa explained that this was precisely the reason why Hermione has asked her to make the ward breach attempt. Given their limited contact over the years, Dumbledore would be hard pressed to explain Lisa's presence away based on friendship.

Harry asked about Lisa's plans for the evening while they were drying off under huge fluffy towels. She replied that she was spending the night, which pleased Harry…if Lisa's huge breasts couldn't catch dreams, then he was destined to a lifetime of nightmares. He asked about the eunuchs, and Lisa informed him that they only had planned to spend a few minutes with his Aunt…even with the compulsion charms in place, the two wouldn't have been able to maintain the ruse for very long, and if they had stayed then Harry's Order guard would have become suspicious.

As they left the tent and prepared for bed, Lisa told Harry that he could use some work on his self-confidence. When he asked what she meant, the witch dropped her towel, reached out, and pulled Harry's away from his waist.

“How about a one-night vow of nudity?” she suggested.

Harry looked at Lisa, then down at his body, then back at her.

“But what if there's an attack during the night?”

Lisa shrugged her shoulders. “Haven't you ever dueled naked before?”

Harry snorted. “But what if…not that I would ever consider doing something…but I usually wake up with a morning erection, and if it were to…completely on accident…end up in danger of…”

Lisa giggled. “Well, if you're worried if your wand might stray in your sleep, I could always keep track of its location with a firm grip.”

“Erm….what?”

“Oh, Harry, you are so easy to tease,” Lisa replied. She turned down the covers to Harry's bed and slipped underneath the sheets with her wand in hand.

“Come here, you.”

Harry semi-reluctantly killed the lights and crawled into bed next to Lisa, making sure that he was facing away from her. The young witch smiled as she spooned up tight behind Harry, mashing her breasts against Harry's back.

“What are you doing?” Harry hissed, as Lisa poked her wand up between their legs.

The witch uttered the incantation to a sticking charm that fixed the front of her thighs against Harry's cheeks.

“Making sure your body stays safe through the night,” Lisa replied.

“Oh,” said Harry. “So you're naked, but not really accessible, huh?”

“That's right, Harry...you're big, but not that big to get to me in this position.”

“Seem to be a bit of overkill…not that I'm complaining, mind you,” Harry said.

“Can't be too safe,” Lisa whispered in his ear. “I wouldn't want you to lose any fingers during the night.”

“What? How would I….Oh. I see,” said Harry, blushing furiously in the dark.

“Good night, Harry,” Lisa said, as she wrapped her arms around Harry's chest and kissed his earlobe.

“Good night, Lisa,” Harry replied. He tried to close his eyes, but found it difficult to concentrate when Lisa began to lightly rub one of his nipples with the ball of her index finger.

“Lisa?”

“Yes, Harry?”

“Are you comfortable?”

“Very much so, Harry.”

“Great.”

A few minutes later, Lisa's fingers drifted over to his other nipple.

“Lisa?”

“Yes Harry?”

“I notice that while my fingers are safe this way, that you still can use yours to…well, erm…”

“To do what, Harry, get into trouble if they were to slip lower during the night?”

“Exactly.”

“Oh,” said Lisa. “Are you going to bite my fingers off if they do happen to stray…down here?”

She let Harry know exactly where “down here” was by reaching down and grabbing what was now a firm (and uncovered) erection.

Harry thought for a moment.

“Are you sure that you want to? I mean…it feels brilliant, but I wouldn't want you to think that…”

“Harry?”

“Yes, Lisa?”

“Do you know how horny a witch can get when she spends the entire day naked?”

“Erm…can't say that I do.”

“Or how horny you can get when you're spooning against a dreamy well-hung wizard?”

“Nope…definitely can't tell you what that feels like.”

Lisa laughed as she began to apply long slow strokes to Harry's wand.

“Harry…would you like to have a friend with benefits?”

Harry's eyes went wide. “Not if that's the same thing as shag-buddies.”

Lisa laughed some more. “Don't need to go that far…there's always tongue-buddies.”

Harry snorted. “I'd like to keep the tip of my tongue, thank you very much.”

With a tweak to Harry's wand head for emphasis, Lisa stated, “It doesn't have to go that far in, you know.”

Harry thought about Fleur's hand-job lesson that morning, substituted his tongue for his fingers, and realized that she was right.

“So…you aren't looking for anything long term?”

Lisa shook her head. “All I'm looking for tonight is a mind-blowing tongue lashing, and the chance to try deep-throating.”

Harry paused, then grabbed his wooden wand and cancelled the sticking charm applied between them. Turning to face Lisa, he brought one hand up to her breast and grazed a thumb over its rock-hard nipple.

“Lisa?”

“Yes, Harry?”

“Can I practice up here first?”

Lisa's eyes lit up as she reached behind Harry's head and drew his lips to her breast.