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Chapter 8: Rave


In other dimensions:

Herm (Herman Granger, the boy-who lived) was Hermione Granger, the girl-who-lived.

Hari (Harriet Potter) was Harry Potter, the boy-who lived

Nelly Longbottom was Neville Longbottom, the boy-who lived

Rhon (Rhonda Weasley) was Ronald Weasley, the boy-who lived

Luna Lovegood was Luna Lovegood, the girl-who-lived.

Myrtle (Moaning Myrtle) was Myrtle Smith, the girl-who-lived.

Herm responded by pulling her into a kiss. They deepened it as Herm caressed her cheeks. As his hand moved down her neck to her left breast, Hari hummed with pleasure. Herm gently kneeded her then lightly pinched her nipple.

Suddenly the door opened and Dumbledore stepped in, flanked by Hari’s parents!

Chapter 8:

“Herman, how good to see that you’re safe,” said Dumbledore.

“Professor Dumbledore!” gasped Herm.

“Harriet!” scolded Hari’s father.

“Dad!” squeaked Hari as she leapt out of Herm’s lap.

“Harriet!” shrieked Hari’ mother.

“Mum!” squeeked Hari, as she grabbed her wand.

“Well, young man, you’ve had your fun,” said Dumbledore. “I think it’s time we got you back home to Surrey.”

“I’m not going back,” stated Herm, tensely, as he drew his wand.

“Now, now, with Voldemort back, we need to keep you under guard where we can protect you,” chided Dumbledore.

“Don’t you mean so that you can control me?” sneered Herm. “I’m sick of your games! You may have been protecting me from the Death Eaters, but you haven’t done a bloody thing to protect me from the muggles!”

“I’m sure that I don’t know what you mean,” replied Dumbledore. “But being angry with me does not give you the right to take advantage of miss Potter.

“For Morgana’s sake!” exclaimed Hari’s mother, “put some clothes on!”

Still training her wand on the doorway, Hari stepped behind Herm and lightly put her hand on his shoulder for reassurance.

“Very well, since you won’t come quietly, we’ll have to-“ began Dumbledore.

But his words were interrupted when Herm grabbed his book bag and activated the portkey he had placed thereon.

When they came out the other end, Hari found herself in a small one-room apartment. There was a double bed and books were piled everywhere. Myrtle and Rhon were in their underwear, seated on the bed reading from a couple of books.

“You could have warmed me before you did that!” growled Hari. “I didn’t have time to grab anything but my wand!”

“Hey! Hey! hey! What have we here?” leered Rhon.

“There wasn’t time!” protested Herm. “Who knows what Dumbledore was about to do to us?”

“So let me get this straight,” said Rhon. “You two just faced Dumbledork and Hari’s response was to take off her clothes?”

“Fascinating! And I thought I was kinky!” giggled Myrtle.

“No, he and my parents interrupted us as we were about to shag!” protested Hari.

“Hari!” gasped Herm.

“Well, we were!” justified Hari.

“But, you don’t have to advertise it!” complained Herm.

“You know, this seems like a good time for go out for a butterbeer,” observed Rhon as she stood up and pulled her robe over her head.

“Why Rhonda, I thought you’d never ask,” giggled Myrtle as she pulled on her own robe.

After Rhon concealed her face with a cloak, Myrtle offered her arm and the two of them strolled out of the apartment. As they heard the two of them descend the stairs, Hari looked at Herm and then at the bed.

“Well?” asked Hari.

“Well, what?’ retorted Herm.

Hari climbed into the bed and patted the place beside her.

“Aren’t you going to join me?” inquired Hari.

Herm blushed in response.

“I-
uh-
I was kind of hoping for us to be a little more romantic,” mumbled Herm, as he avoided her gaze.

“Come down here,” commanded Hari, as she patted the bed. “Get down here!”

Uncomfortably, Herm seated himself on the edge of the bed. Hari crawled on her knees so that she had her chest pressed against his back, her hands roamed across his chest as she kissed up his neck.

“Look, (kiss) in my world (kiss) there was a Hermione, (kiss) who I trusted enough (kiss) to agree (kiss) to do a dark ritual with you (kiss) that placed me in your harem,” (kiss) coaxed Hari. “In your world, (kiss) there was a Harry (kiss) that you loved enough, (kiss) that you invited me (kiss) to be in your Harem. (kiss) Our motives for getting in to this (kiss) may have been revenge and a thirst for power, (kiss) but now that we’ve done it, (kiss) we’re magically married. (kiss) All I’m asking for (kiss) is for you to make the love (kiss) with me (kiss) that you want to (kiss) with your Harry.” (kiss)

On this last kiss, Herm turned and met her lips. Maintaining contact, Hari crawled around to sit in his lap as he deepened the kiss.

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When Rhon and Myrtle came back, an hour later, Herm and Hari were naked in the bed as he spooned her and cuddled.

“Well, how was it?” asked Rhon.

“Mmm! He was wonderful!” purred Hari.

“Is it my turn next?’ asked Rhon.

“Mmmm! I guess so,” said Hari, as she turned, gave Herm a long French kiss and got up. “The only problem is, I don’t have anything to wear!”

“That must be why I got you these,” replied Myrtle, and she pulled a shopping bag out of her pocket, enlarged it to life sized, and pulled some clothes out of it. “I thought these might hold you over long enough for us to shop for more.”

From out of the bag, Myrtle pulled a robe, some flats and a white, lace thong underwear.

“Are these supposed to be Knickers?” asked Hari as she held them up.

“They’re a new style,” replied Myrtle. “Try them on and model them for us.”

Hari pulled on the white, lace thong and reached over her head to grab the back of her neck, emphasizing her bare breasts.

“So, how do I look?” asked Hari.

“Very sexy!” purred Myrtle.

“Listen, Rhon, I’m sorry about what I did to you at the ritual,” apologized Herm.

“It’s okay, I deserved it,” replied Rhon as she pulled off her robe.

“If you don’t want me to touch you, I’ll understand,” replied Herm.

“Look, what you did to me, I’d done to others, loads of times,” explained Rhon, as she reached behind her to unhook her bra and pulled it off. “If you’re willing to have me, I want this!”

By then, Hari had finished putting on the green Robe and shoes and was heading out the door with Myrtle.

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After several hours of shopping, Myrtle had bought Hari several robes, white cotton bras and panties, a pair of pumps, some skirts, blouses and dresses. Finally, they returned to the apartment, which was on the upper floor over an establishment called: Den of Iniquity.

“So, what is this place?” asked Hari as they approached their building.

“Oh, that’s an opium den,” replied Myrtle. “I wouldn’t go in there, unless you don’t mind being fondled under the influence.”

Once they’d climbed the stairs and entered the apartment, they found Herm and Rhon fully clothed hard at work studying.

“So I guess, we need to give Myrtle a chance for privacy now,” suggested Hari.

“That’s no necessary,” replied Myrtle. “I have to go to work now. But I wouldn’t mind a turn after I get off.”

“Oh! Stay for dinner!” protested Hari. “I was going to pay you back by cooking for you!”

“I don’t have time tonight,” stated Myrtle. “Tomorrow, maybe?”

“It’s a deal!” replied Hari.

After, Hari made dinner for the three of them, She, Herm and Rhon studied their school work for the rest of the evening. When it was time for bed, Herm increased the size of the bed so that it was twice the size of a kings sized bed and would comfortably fit them all. Rhon slept on the far right side of the bed, not cuddled up to anyone. Hari slept in the middle of the right half of the bed, snuggled up to Herm. And Herm slept in the middle of the bed, leaving the left side for Myrtle.

During the night, Hari was vaguely aware of Myrtle returning and making love to Herm. But she was semi asleep and the memory was mixed with her erotic dreams.

The next morning, Hari made them a breakfast of garlic and cheese omelets, before they began their study session. They were studying Dark curses from a parselscipt book that Herm had found. About mid-morning, Luna showed up.

“Luna!” squealed Hari as she leapt up and hugged her.

The others, followed her lead.

“Well, this is certainly a warm welcome!” observed Luna. “You almost make me think I’m loved.”

“Oh but you are loved, Luna,” replied Hari.

“Yeah!” agreed Myrtle and Herm.

“Herm, why don’t you two make love while we go out for a bit?” suggested Hari, as she began putting on her robe and shoes.

“Hari!” scolded Herm.

“Oh, it’s okay,” said Luna. “You don’t have to give me a pity fuck.”

“Luna, you’re a beautiful young woman,” began Herm. “In my world, although we didn’t agree on everything, we had become friends, good enough friends that I invited you to be in the Harem with us. If you want to have sex with me, I would be very flattered.”

“I thought you picked me because Fate didn’t give you a choice,” mused Luna.

“No, I willingly chose you,” corrected Herm as her pulled her into a deep kiss. “So if your want this, I’m more than happy to give it to you.”

“Goodbye friends!” said Luna, as she turned back to Hari and the other girls. “Come back in a couple of hours!”

When they left, Luna was trying to examine Herm’s tonsils with her tongue.

“So, what do you want to do for the next two hours?’ asked Rhon.

“I thought we might get our hair done,” suggested Hari.

“Are you sure there’s a guy in there?” asked Rhon as she peered intently at Hari.

“I was just thinking . . . Did you ever notice how much Myrtle and I look alike?” inquired Hari. “A lot of guys have fantasies about twins. I think that if Myrtle and I got our hair done the same, we’d look like sisters. Then we could threesome with Herm.”

“And If I got some new glasses that looked like yours, we’d look even more alike!” added Myrtle.

“If you two are going to give him a threesome, can I watch?” asked Rhon.

“Sure!” said Myrtle.

“I guess so,” replied Hari.

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By the time they had returned to the apartment, Rhon had gotten her self quite worked up by the thought of watching the twin black-haired girls threesome with Herm and she asked to have some alone time with Herm. So, Luna went out with the two black-haired girls with identical haircuts and glasses.

“Now where to?” asked Hari.

“Well, there’s a pub I’ve been wanting to check out,” replied Myrtle. “I used to go there back in the 40’s.”

“So, how was it?” Hari asked Luna.

“Oh it was very nice!” replied Luna. “I think we roused enough passion to make ourselves wrackspurt-proof for at least a week!”

“So, listen, some of the girls at work and I were talking about going to a new kind of party called a Rave, tonight, after work,” said Myrtle. Do you think you two would be interested?”

“Oh, Sure!” said Luna, “but I’d have to ask my dad. Let’s go by the Quibbler first, before we go to your pub.”

The Quibbler’s offices, turned out to be on Diagon Alley, not far from the entrance of Knock Turn Alley. It was a fairly ordinary looking storefront with a sign that said: The Quibbler: The Truth is Out there. Luna led them to the back room where her father was setting the type for the next edition.

“Daddy, can I go to a Rave with them tonight?” asked Luna.

“Only if you’re the designated sober,” replied her father.

“Thank you daddy! See you in the morning!” said Luna as she kissed her father on the cheek.

“What did he mean designated sober?” asked Myrtle, ask they walked back into Knock Turn Alley.

“Well, someone has to abstain from the sacrament and keep the rest of you in touch with reality,” explained Luna. “He wants it to be me.”

“Okay,” said Hari. “So you’ll be our connection with reality. This should be fun!”
“Here we are now,” said Myrtle as she indicated a place called: Pub Eternal.

All of the windows were painted over in black. When they went in, it was dimly lit inside. There were patrons of all ages inside, from small children to middle aged. All dressed in black.

“Would you like to sample our new batch?” asked the man behind the bar.

“Sure,” replied Hari, as the bartender poured her a small glass of a deep red wine. Hari took a sip. “Ugh! It’s salty!” exclaimed Hari.

“Myrtle! Myrtle Smith! I haven’t seen you here in decades!” said a blonde haired girl, about their age.

“Mildred!” squealed Myrtle, as she hugged her old friend. “You haven’t changed a bit! Why not?”

“Well ever since I was turned, I haven’t aged a day,” explained Mildred.

“WE NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE NOW!” yelled Luna as she grabbed the other girls’ hands and dragged them out of the pub.

“What’s wrong with you? Why did you do that? I was talking with my friend!” demanded Myrtle.

“That place is involved in the Rotfang Conspiracy!” retorted Luna.

“You mean because it’s a vampire bar?” asked Hari.

“It is?” asked Myrtle.

“Yes, it is,” assured Hari.

“And if I hadn’t saved us, we’d all be on the menu!” affirmed Luna.

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After walking around for a while, the three girls returned to the apartment. Herm was all in favor of going to this rave, as was Rhon. They met Myrtle after work where she introduced her to her co-workers, Amanda Addams and Emily Le Strange.

“You’re not related to Bellatrix Le Strange, are you?” asked Hari.

“Yeah, she’s me mum,” admitted Emily. “But I’ve never met her as she was in jail most of my life. I was raised by my uncle, Stephen.”

“Here we are now,” said Myrtle as she indicated a non-descript warehouse in a dark corner of Knock Turn Alley.

Once they entered, they were assaulted by a cacophony of light and sound. There was band playing a harp, crumhorn trio and tablas. A sonorous charm was amplifying their sounds. There were numerous visual charms in effect, creating a better light show than muggles could ever dream of.

On a table to the side, were numerous potion flasks.

“What’s this!” shouted Hari.

“Ecstasy potions,” explained Luna. “I hear that it affects muggles too, but not as strongly.”

“When in Rome,” said Herm as he downed a flask.

The other girls, except Luna followed suit.

“Whoooo!” howled Rhon.

“Come on!” moaned Myrtle to Herm. “I feel like dancing.”

“Sounds good to me!” yelled Hari as she pulled Luna out onto the dance floor.

After that, things became hazy. Hari remembered getting hot and taking off her robe. And she remembered kissing someone who had blonde hair. But then, the next thing she knew, she was back in the apartment waking up with her face in Luna’s.

“Good morning,” said Luna as she kissed Hari.

Hari took in her surroundings. They were on the floor. Both she and Luna were bare chested but had their skirts still on. Hari didn’t know where her knickers had gone. They were both sweaty and smelled. Myrtle, Herm and Rhon were curled up together on the bed.

“Ugh! I need a shower!” said Hari. “Would your care to join me?”

“Sure,” said Luna, as she got up and stepped out of her skirt.

Once they had woken up, they had fun soaping each other until they heard Herm yell:

“What!”
Hari quickly rinsed off and stepped out of the shower.

“What’s wrong?” asked Hari as she dried her self off.

“Take a look at this morning’s Prophet!” said Herm, as she thrust it in her face.

Hari put her glasses on a looked at the headline:

Boy-Who-Lived shacks up with Moaning Myrtle!

In a surprising move, Herman Granger aka the boy-who-lived has resurfaced after disappearing from the home of his guardian in Surrey. He is currently living with Moaning Myrtle in Knock Turn Alley, where-

Hari dropped the paper.

“Do you realize what this means?” asked Hari.

“It means that Dumbledore and the Order are on their way!” replied Herm. “And if they find us, the aurors might find Rhon! We’ve got to get out of here!”

“Luna get dressed!” yelled Hari to her in the shower. “The Order is coming!”

In record time, they were all dressed and out the door. The minute they stepped out the door, they were blinded by a flash as a half dozen flashbulbs went off at once. A group of reporters was waiting for them!

“Mr. Ganger, how long have you and Moaning Myrtle been living in sin?”

“Myrtle, how does he feel about your dancing in a strip club!”

“Is that Rapist Ron with you?”

“Miss Potter, have you and Ron made up?”