Harry Potter and the Magic of Books Part 10 (Patreon)

Hermione smiled as she watched Harry walk across a tightrope over a pit of bubbling green slime. She wasn’t sure if it was natural talent, supernatural trainers or the thief ring but Harry was soaking up the rogue training like a sponge soaked up water. “I’m almost going to miss this place.”

Sarah laughed as the rope vanished out from under Harry’s foot sending him into the pit of slime. “I’m not.”

“That’s not fair!” Hermione glared at the woman that was running the test. “He’d almost made it.”

The woman smirked. “Almost isn’t good enough…” she trailed off as the small crystal cat figurine that Harry was supposed to retrieve floated off the pedestal. “Hey!”

Harry snickered as he turned visible next to the pedestal holding a length of fishline that he’d looped around the figurine. “What? You didn’t actually expect me to use the tightrope that you provided did you?”

“I was sort of hoping you would, the slime is rather tasty and helping you clean up would have been fun.” The woman replied.

“Maybe next time.”

Hermione glanced at the pit. “But we saw you fall.”

“That’s what illusions are for my dear witch,” Harry replied cheerfully.

Sarah said, “Speaking of cleaning up and such, we only have twenty minutes before lunch.”

“In that case, let’s head back.” Harry smiled as he gave the statue to the woman without touching it then reached out with his magic and pulled Sarah and Hermione out of the book with him. He glanced around Hermione’s room to make sure nothing had changed while they were gone. “I’m going to miss having space to spread my books out.”

Sarah snickered. “You could always buy an expanded trunk or grab a portable home from one of the hentai mangas that we picked up.”

Harry looked at the pile of magazines that Sarah had glamoured for them. “Any ideas?”

“Yes, just try to keep an open mind…” Hermione replied uncertainly as she walked over to her bed and pulled a picture book from underneath her pillow. “There’s a spell in here that might let us create a pocket house.”

“That’s awesome,” Harry noticed how nervous Hermione looked, “What’s the catch?”

“The catch is the book shouldn’t be allowed, it’s twisted and warped and hard to put down.” She blushed as she held the book out to Harry.

Harry’s eyes went wide as he read the book’s cover, “Sir Shags A-Lot and the Mother of the Boy That Lived, Hogwart’s edition, a choose your own adventure book. What the hell?”

Sarah frowned as she looked at the book. “Is that what I think it is?”

Hermione sighed. “Probably, it’s a magical porn based choose your own adventure where the ultimate goal is to have sex with Harry’s mother, yeah.”

Harry glared at the book where a drawing of his teenage mother was waving at him. “What the hell is wrong with the wizarding world and why do you have this?” He looked up at Hermione’s face. “Scratch that, why was it hidden under your pillow?”

“Because the enchantments on the book are really neat, they hide the rest of the story unless you can actually get there.”

Sarah asked, “So it has nothing to do with the teenage redhead on the cover being hot as hell?”

“Maybe a little.”

Harry sputtered, “She’s my Mum.”

Hermione snorted. “That didn’t stop you from using your glasses to look through my Mum’s clothes.”

“I… uh, would you believe it was an accident?” Harry asked hopefully.

“So you have done it, hah!” Hermione replied triumphantly.

Harry sighed as he realized that she’d only been guessing. “You’re just trying to distract me from the fact that you have a naughty book about my mother.”

“Is it working?” Hermione asked hopefully.

“No. What’s so important about the book?”

Hermione tapped the cover of the book where it showed a crystal tower. “It has a spell in it to create a house in a pocket dimension.”

Sarah piped up, “I want that spell.”

“That’s fantastic, let’s grab it,” Harry replied.

Hermione said, “There’s just one little problem with that plan.”

Harry asked, “What’s that?”

Hermione sighed. “The spell isn’t written down or shown in the book.”

“So it’s useless?”

“It might not be, if we complete most of the story then jump into the book, we could get the spell if we…” Hermione trailed off.

Sarah smirked. “What I think she’s trying to say is, that we’re going to have to have sex with the book version of your mother.”

Harry rubbed his face with his hands. “Maybe you can teach me the spell once you learn it.”

“Does that mean you’ll take me into the book?” Hermione asked hopefully.

Sarah smirked as she looked at Hermione’s clock. “What’s a little mental scarring compared to learning previously unknown magical spells?”

Harry muttered, “Try a lot of mental scarring.”

Sarah said, “It could be worse, one of the Shags A-Lot series is about your future daughter being the school slut.”

“Remind me to track down whoever writes that shit and kill them at some point.” Harry grumbled.

“I don’t know, the book is rather amusing in a twisted sort of way. You get to select the mother from a bunch of different options, mermaids, veela, witches, werewolves, vampires, house elves or leprechauns, don’t ask me how those last two work. It’s almost enough to try to talk you into grabbing a piece of clothing or a signet ring from within the book so we can use an action figure to ‘rescue’ some of the girls.”

Harry frowned as he heard Hermione’s Mum shout, “Lunch!” from the kitchen. “Maybe later.”

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Sarah snickered as she watched a naked Hermione and Lily ‘wrestle’ on a large king sized bed. “You’re missing a good show Harry.”

Harry ignored Sarah’s comment and did his best to ignore the fact that his best friend was having sex with a book version of his mother about ten feet behind him as he studied Lily’s bookshelf. It was filled with advanced potions books, transfiguration texts and all sorts of books on warding. “I don’t need to watch Hermione shag a twisted copy of my mother.”

Sarah walked over and hugged Harry from behind. “Ah, but they’re cute.”

“I’m sure they are but I’m going to have enough mental issues just from listening to them.” Harry replied as he picked up a potion textbook and started reading it in a futile attempt to distract himself. “How much longer do you think this is going to take?”

Lily giggled as she pinned Hermione against the bed using her thighs and her hands on Hermione’s shoulder. “Lighten up James, I’d think you’d want to see your girlfriend fucking another girl, I know Sirius would. Maybe I should let him turn into a dog and fuck me silly while you watch, would you like that?”

Harry turned and stared at Lily and Hermione for a couple of seconds in shock before he realized what he was seeing and turned away quickly. “Sirius got you killed!”

Lily lowered herself down so that Hermione could reach her nipple with her tongue. “What do you mean Sirius got me killed? I’m quite obviously alive James. Are you feeling okay?”

Hermione relaxed against the comfortable bed and worked on licking Lily’s nipple.

The truth was Harry didn’t know what to feel, he’d been hoping to jump in, have Hermione get the job done then jump out with the new spell but that was proving more problematic than he’d been expecting. “Sirius was your secret keeper.”

Sarah asked, “Dog?”

“Secret Keeper? Why would we need one of those? I mean I know there have been some attacks but thinking Sirius had any part of them is just crazy. Did Sirius put you up to this?” Lily turned and looked at Sarah. “I would have thought James would have told you about Sirius and Peter being animagi. I mean, you’re a kinky girl, I’m sure you could figure out something useful to do with a rat animagus and Sirius would have loved to fuck you for my entertainment. Hell, I’m getting all giggly just thinking about it.”

Sarah whispered in Harry’s ear. “I know where you get it now.”

Harry said, “I think she’s a little insane.”

Lily laughed. “If you think I’m insane, you should have heard the seventh year girls talking about transfiguration and size altering charms for certain body parts, they would have lined up to spread their legs if they’d known Sirius could turn into a dog.”

Sarah asked, “You don’t happen to have an extra copy of those spells do you?”

Harry groaned, “Shoot me now.”

Lily smiled at Sarah and Harry. “I just might if you come over here and help James’ little friend fuck me silly and if James stops creeping me the hell out and actually watches the show. I mean it’s his birthday present after all.”

“I’d love to.” Sarah danced over to the bed then turned and smirked at Harry. “Play with it like you mean it.” She giggled jumped up onto the bed.

It was times like this that Harry was reminded that his other friend was a nymph and had little to no shame.

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Sarah sprawled on Hermione’s bed. “I was thinking.”

Harry looked up from the spellbook he was glancing through. “Why do I have the feeling that I should be running right now?”

“Because you’re being overly paranoid?” Sarah smiled at Hermione as she walked in wearing nothing more than a towel around her wet hair. “Back me up here Mione.”

Harry’s gaze followed Hermione’s cute butt as she walked over to her dresser. “She’s plotting great and terrible things.”

Hermione giggled as she looked through her underwear drawer. “What were you thinking?”

Sarah said, “Something doesn’t feel right about Sirius Black being guilty. He hated his mother, hated the dark arts and loved James like a brother. Lily couldn’t imagine Sirius betraying them which means that something is weird.”

“Or he went crazy.” Harry said.

“Maybe but his spirit animal is a dog. Dogs are supposed to be loyal and friendly, I just can’t see him turning on your parents. If he did turn on them, I want to know why.”

“Same.”

Hermione pulled on a pair of black silk panties as she asked, “What about getting a copy of the trial records?”

Harry pulled his gaze off Hermione’s panties as he tried to get his head back in the game. “That would give us a decent place to start.”

“We could go to the Ministry of Magic and ask.” Hermione grabbed a t-shirt and pulled it on.

Sarah shook her head. “Then we’d have to explain why we wanted the records. I should be able to summon some local help to investigate things.”

“Local help?”

“Local fae or spirits, I’m not sure what I’ll get until I try. If that doesn’t work, we’ll figure out something else.”

“That sounds better than trying to talk the Ministry into looking through a bunch of old records on the say so of a couple of kids.” Hermione grabbed a clean pair of pajamas off her chair and slipped them on. “How long will it take to summon local help?”

“It shouldn’t take all that long, we should pick up some snack foods to use as bribes.” Sarah figured a couple of bars of excellent chocolate would be enough.

Harry said, “We’ll try that first.”

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It turns out that house elves simply adore chocolate and are really good at looking up paperwork, at least when they want to be. For the low price of a stack of large delicious chocolate bars and a couple of kisses, Sarah had an army of house elves helping to figure out what happened with Sirius Black and his trial. Interestingly enough it turned out that there had never been a trial. Apparently he’d been sent to prison for ten years without a trial on the order of Barty Crouch.

It had been surprisingly easy to trade on the whole Boy-That-Lived thing in order to get Fudge to agree to give the man a trial using veritaserum. It might have helped that Sarah had subtly implied that if Sirius got a trial it would look good for Fudge either way. If he was guilty then it was him uncovering corruption by a political rival and if he was innocent then it was him uncovering the fact that a guilty man had been sent to prison unfairly, either way it looked good for Fudge or at least that’s what Sarah had whispered in his ears.

Thankfully for Harry’s plans and Sirius’s health it hadn’t taken Fudge long to realize that the only way for him to lose was to not give Sirius a trial as the Daily Prophet would murder him if Harry Potter walked in with a tear filled story about how he wouldn’t help him prove his godfather innocent or guilty.

All told, it took more time for Harry, Hermione and Sarah to make it to the Ministry via Diagon Alley and the weird phone booth, check their wands at the busy front desk then make their way through the labyrinth maze that was the Ministry than it took the court to find Sirius Black innocent of all charges using a combination of an unbreakable vow to tell the truth and veritaserum. From there things devolved into a discussion about stripping Peter Pettigrew his order of Merlin and how to find him.

Sarah smiled as she gave Harry a one armed hug. “See, I told you that dog shape changers are loyal.”

“You did, so now what?” Harry asked curiously.

“Now we sneak off and let the adults scream themselves stupid over the fallout.” Sarah snickered as she watched a pack of reporters circling Fudge like a juicy steak.

Hermione asked, “What about Sirius?”

“I’ll see about about collecting him.” Harry turned invisible and walked over to where his godfather was standing holding a shoebox filled with the belongings he had on him when he was captured. “Sirius?”

Sirius twitched as he looked around before whispering, “Who?”

Harry whispered, “It’s Harry Potter, do you want to get out of here?”

“If this is a joke.” Sirius replied under his breath just loud enough for Harry to hear.

“Not this time.” Harry reached out and grabbed Sirius’s hand. “Just follow me and I’ll explain.”

Sirius frowned as he could feel a child’s hand on his. He was going to have to ask Harry how he’d managed to turn completely invisible without his father’s cloak. “Okay.”

Harry led Sirius over to Sarah and Hermione then turned visible again. “So, did you want to get out of here?”

Sirius stared at Harry, he looked a lot like James only with Lily’s eyes. “You look a lot like your father Harry.”

“So I’ve heard.” You notice a man with a long white beard and spectacles trying to make his way through the crowd toward you and Sirius. “You look like you could use a couple of cheeseburgers and a few healing spells, shall we get out of here before Dumbledore makes his way over here?”

“That might be for the best.” Sirius glanced back and forth between Hermione and Sarah. “And your friends?”

“Sarah and Hermione.” Harry said as he headed toward the door.

Sirius glanced back once at a frustrated Dumbledore that was still trying to move through the crowd toward them then followed Harry. “Pleased to meet you ladies. Maybe someone can explain what is going on?”

“Let’s get a bit further from prying eyes before we open that can of worms.” Harry muttered as they worked their way out of the ministry building.

Sirius asked, “How did you know to request that I get a trial?”

“We read some stories about me or rather about a character called Harry Potter, some of them are rather crazy but some of the more factual books mention you but none of them mentioned a trial, I got suspicious.” Harry muttered the last part.

“Where did you grow up?” Sirius asked curiously as they stepped out into the alley.

“Maybe we should get someone less public before I mention that.” Harry grumbled.

Sarah muttered, “And a drink, he’s going to need a drink.”

Sirius frowned as he looked back and forth between Harry and Sarah. “I’m not going to like it am I?”

“Not really. Let’s grab a room at the Leaky Cauldron and we can discuss things.” Harry replied.

“I should have enough change for that.”

“I’ve got it covered,” Harry replied. He wasn’t sure how much he trusted Sirius but figured he might as well give the man a chance considering he wasn’t guilty.

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Sirius groaned as he woke up in an unfamiliar place and on an unfamiliar bed with an unfamiliar cute naked red haired woman. “Crap.”

The girl yawned as she turned and looked at Sirius. “Good morning Sunshine.”

Sirius licked his suddenly dry lips. “Don’t take this the wrong way but why are you here or why am I here? Where is Harry?”

“Your godson paid for you healing and told me that you haven’t had a woman in over ten years.”

Sirius stared at the woman’s face too shocked to stare at her rather nice breasts. “Is this a prank or did my godson drop me off in a...” he trailed off unsure how to finish that statement without offending her.

“Whorehouse?” The woman laughed. “Nah, we’re technically not a whorehouse, we’re a temple to a goddess of sex. People pay for healing, if they’re cute we fuck them but you’re not actually paying for sex as any sex that happens is voluntary. Harry brought you in for decursing and healing.”

“Goddess of sex?”

“Yep, we fuck who we want, when we want and how often we want and if we amuse our goddess with our offerings she lets us heal people which lets us afford to heal people. She’s really the best goddess in the world.” The woman giggled as she sat up with a smile. “Now, do you want to have sex with me or should I have something to eat brought in?”

“I’m a bit hungry but I’d hate to displease your goddess.” Sirius decided that if this was a dream it was the best dream ever and didn’t want to wake up.

“Excellent. My twin should be here shortly with food then she can help me fuck you silly.” The woman smiled as she straddled Sirius and lightly pushed him against the bed with a smirk on her face.