A Gaunt's Coven Ch. 34

“Mister Gaunt, are you saying that you snuck out of your room to explore the castle,” Dumbledore said.

“Yes.”

“And that while exploring it a magical door appeared in front of you.”

“Yes.”

“And you decided to enter the room.”

“Yes.”

“And that you found a ring inside said room, and it compelled you to put it on?”

“Yes.”

“So you cut your skin away and pulled the ring off, and the soul of a dark wizard flew away?”

“Yes, at least I assume it was the soul of one. He honestly wouldn’t shut up.”

Dumbledore stroked his beard thoughtfully.

“Sounds like a last-minute thrown together story,” Madam Pomfrey said disapprovingly as she applied some nasty smelling ointment to my arm.

“That sounds like a load of shite,” Professor Black corrected from the other side of me.

“I believe him,” Dumbledore said with a smile, his night robes just as disgustingly colorful as his day ones.

“Really?!” the two women said disbelievingly.

Thankfully I didn’t also shout out my disbelief at getting away with it. Even though there was a lot of truth, I made up a few parts of the story.

“Well those injuries, outside the one around his finger and the handprint on his shoulder, are clearly dark magic, and doesn’t have young Gaunt's magical signature. It would be very difficult for him to injure himself like that and mask his magical signature. And why would he need to? He benefits nothing from hurting himself.”

Bellatrix scowled.

“Theres still quite a bit of convenience in his story.”

“Oh of that there is no doubt, but Mister Gaunt here has not seemed to tell any falsehood regarding his injury or the fact that there is now a dark spirit out there. From what I assume said dark spirit is most likely still in Hogwarts, it wouldn’t have had time to leave before it would have dissipated.”

“Well, if that’s what we’re dealing with then I’d rather he were lying.”

“Oh that goes for myself as well dear. Now Mister Gaunt I leave you to these two lovely witches.”

Oh no. They terrified me. Please chubby old man don’t leave me.

We watched the Headmaster leave, and as the doors shut both older women looked to me, placed a hand on their hip and raised an eyebrow. Damn, its like they were related like the Carrow Sisters. Of course they weren’t related or even looked similar. But it was the aura.

“So, Headmaster Dumbledore also thinks your hiding something. Would you care to tell us what?” Professor Black asked.

“Um, no?”

They both pursed their lips simultaneously. Was it wrong that it kind of turned me on? Of course not. I was a pure sweet boy.

Madam Pomfrey finished applying salve and wrapping my wounds, giving me a potion to drink.

“The skin of your finger will be back in the morning, the nail will take the rest of the day to grow. Your muscles and blood vessels were just strained and will heal up easily. The handprint will leave a small scar, but its the rest thats an issue. Those scorch marks will be there for a long time. Thankfully it was only skin deep so it shouldn’t cause any issues outside of cosmetic appearance,” Madam Pomfrey said. “Just in case in going to be keep you until tomorrow morning.”

I groaned, rubbing my noninjured hand over my face.

“Uh, Professor Black, could you tell Daphne and Tracey in the morning?” I asked hopefully.

Professor Black smirked, wearing her thin black night robes that teased at the large curve of her breasts and cocked hip. Her smile became deeper when she saw me staring.

“No.”

“Wha- why?!” I yelled.

“Quiet!” Madam Pomfrey said, putting away her medical supplies. “This is a Hospital Wing.”

“Its just us,” I retorted.

“Its just us at two in the morning, I still plan on sleeping some more thank you very much.”

I sighed but didn’t argue anymore. She was right, and I had woken her up to help me.

“You decided not to tell the whole truth. So I won’t tell your little Coven mates about this. They’re going to stew in worry and confusion until they finally decide to check here. When they do they’ll blame you for not trying to tell them.”

“Damn. You would make an amazing villainess, because that’s just diabolical.”

Bellatrix looked very pleased with my words, preening like a cat.

“Thank you Mister Gaunt. Now, I hope you spend the rest of the night thinking about how much trouble youre gonna be in. Meanwhile I’ll be getting my beauty rest.”

“Anymore of that and you’ll cause a riot,” I muttered.

“Excuse me?” Professor Black said.

“Er, well I was just saying if you got any more beauty sleep you’d well… I was calling you hot,” I finally said shrugging, I didn’t know how to explain it any other way.

Bellatrix’s heavy-lidded eyes narrowed, and a thrill of danger and sexual tension lit up the room for a moment. The professor slowly ran her tongue over her teeth as she looked me up and down.

Then she laughed.

“Goodnight Gaunt, I hope the uninjured hand is your main one. Looks like you have something to take care of.”

I looked down and saw my cock poking up through the bedsheets.

“Shit,” I said blushing.

She waved as she left, still chuckling to herself.

Madam Pomfrey gave my erection a cursory glance, then looked at me with her own smirk and a raised eyebrow.

“Do you want me to put up a silencing ward? I’d rather not be woken up to your moaning.”

I eyed Madam Pomfrey’s thicker robes, them not being unable to hide her amazingly curvy figure.

“Uh, yeah.”

Her eyebrows rose when she saw me checking her out and she snorted. Waving her wand the sound disappeared and a small pile of unused tissues appeared at the bedside table.

“Make sure you clean up when-” she yawned. “When your done. If I find a drop of your… fluids- I’ll make you aid me in helping girls with period cramps for a month. Trust me, when all their cycles start to align it gets dangerous here.”

“... I think I’m good now.”

—

It took a few hours for the girls to find me. Apparently during breakfast they had assumed I woke up late and was just going to class by myself. Then I wasn’t in class and they thought I had slept in, or perhaps some girl had joined me in my room that they didn’t know about.

Then when they got to my room (Because I changed the password and gave it to both of them) and saw me not there they began to panic.

Tracey thought maybe I was sick and went to the Hospital Wing. A completely logical assumption. And Daphne, the Ice Queen and practicality guru, thought I was kidnapped by a girl and was being fucked until my balls shriveled down to nothing.

I love my girlfriends/wives/coven members/witches/classmates/housemates.

Thankfully Tracey was able to convince her to first check the Hospital Wing before she started a crusade of throwing open doors to random rooms.

“Reigis!” Daphne practically yelled as she hurried to me.

Tracey walked more casually, until she saw the bandages on my arm then she squealed and rushed over.

“What happened!” Tracey yelled.

“Why didnt you tell us!” Daphne screamed.

Shit. I had never seen her so angry before.

“I tried! I tried! Professor Black didn’t pass on the message even though I asked.”

Daphne glared at me for several moments before letting out a huff of a breath.

“I see.”

I shuddered at her tone. There was a dangerous air to her, one that I’d never seen before.

“Daph,” I said, grabbing her arm as she turned. “I found the stone.”

She whirled back around eyes wide.

“Is that what- what caused that?”

“Stone? What stone?” A familiar voice asked.

Calypso Black had come with my two girlfriends, an awkward look on her face as she stared at my bandages.

“Uh, a magical stone,” I said awkwardly.

“Alright,” She accepted.

Well, that was easy.

“And no Daphne the ring didn't cause it. There was an evil spirit attached to the ring. The spirit, uh, is somewhere now. In the school I think.”

Tracey opened her mouth to ask a question, but shook her head.

“Nevermind, not important. Do you have the stone?”

“Uh, I left it where it was for the moment. I’ll probably go check it out again in a few days, hopefully its fine and the spirit didn’t damage it.”

Daphne grimaced.

“We’re coming with you next time.”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

Daphne gave me a glare.

“I was not asking you. We will be there next time.”

Calypso raised her hand like she was in class.

“I’m not included in that right? No offense but I have no idea what’s going on with this magic stone and evil spirit. I’d rather not get dragged into something meaninglessly.”

“That’s fine, its a family matter anyways,” Tracey said.

Daphne sat down on my bed, her stern expression melting as she gently ran a finger over my injured arm.

“Will you be okay?”

“Yeah, just a few scars, no lasting damage,” I said, shrugging. “I’ll be out of here by tomorrow morning.”

Daphne’s hand trailed up my arm around my injured shoulder, only touching enough for my to feel her presence, but no pain. Finally her fingers went up the back of my head, running through my hair.

There had been nothing overtly sexual, but Calypso blushed as if she was watching us fuck from two feet away. Tracey smiled, sitting down on my other side and hugging me, resting her head in the crook of my neck.

“I’m sure the scars won’t be that bad,” Tracey said reassuringly. “And girls dig scars you know? This won’t change anything.”

“Wasn’t even a question,” Daphne agreed, grabbing the back of my head somewhat roughly and turning it so I looked her in the eye.

Her crystal blue eyes were clear with love. She pulled my head close and gave me a strong, but chaste kiss.

“Thank you Reigis, for going through that for us, for Astoria. But if we are family then we’ll go through it together.”

I smiled, but in my head I thought of the Tom Riddle from the movies and books. The Megalomaniac that slaughtered entire families. That went into a house to kill a one year old baby just because of some words a drunk woman said in a bar. Who murdered his own father to create a Horcrux, filled a cave full of murdered people and turned them into Inferni.

I didn’t want him anywhere near my family.