Harry Potter: Red Weasley The Strange Red Wizard

It was already late at night, and in the lair, it was just me and the girls... well, almost. I was currently outside the room where the meeting was taking place, waiting for them to finish. They didn't let me in; this was "girl stuff," or at least that's what they told me. The truth was that the girls had decided to take this matter as their own. They wanted to handle it as independently as possible. Yes, they accepted my help from time to time, but if they could avoid it, they would.

So here I was, leaning against the wall, waiting for them to finish. Some of my internal spies would tell me later how things went. In the meantime, I could focus on planning my next earnings in crystal coins. I had used the ones I had to increase the number of monthly missions to two, and what I saw was interesting. The mission "Escape from the Necropolis" was just one of many possible in that place—a kind of city of the undead. I'd have to figure out how to manage it...

...

- Inside the Room -

"Potter speaks Parseltongue! He's the Heir of Slytherin!" exclaimed Tracey.

"He isn't," Daphne denied. "It doesn't make sense for it to be him."

"That's exactly why it's him. If we all believe he can't be, then he can do whatever he wants without raising suspicion," Tracey reaffirmed, as if she had just uncovered the absolute truth.

"I'm with Daphne on this," said Pansy. "It makes no sense. If Potter were the heir, why reveal himself now? Why try to expel the Muggle-borns?"

"Besides, it doesn't match the victims," Hermione interjected. "Filch and his cat, yes, he was present. But with Colin Creevey, it was different; he was in the infirmary when it happened, and Pansy can confirm that."

"He might have done it to throw us off," said Parvati, "to have an alibi."

"If Potter were the heir, then my brother would be involved too, and I find that unlikely. He wouldn't be able to keep a secret; he's not even smart enough to hide it properly," Ginny said.

Ginny and Luna had followed Red and the rest of the girls to the hideout. Upon learning what was happening and that it was a trial imposed by Red, they wanted to join. The girls ended up accepting them without much discussion. They had proven their skills during recent duels and were a good addition to the group—trustworthy as well.

"Potter is the mastermind, and he used your brother to attack Creevey, creating the perfect alibi. The Heir of Slytherin can do whatever they want because they're not just a lone criminal—there are two of them! The perfect crime," Lavender declared in a detective-like tone, suddenly standing up. She then sat back down to write, but the details in her story were far more elaborate than what she had just said.

(Lavender's perverted writing: ...The perfect crime. No one would suspect the Savior and his friend, but based on their appearance, we should have. Potter, with his scar running from forehead to chin, and that eerie white eye… or Ronald, with his piranha-like teeth and pointed ears. A pair of horrifying criminals… but also secret lovers. Surely, after each crime, they would have wild sex next to their victims, laughing at their misfortune while their sweaty bodies burned with unrestrained passion.

Since Harry is the brain, Ronald must have his strengths elsewhere. Surely, Potter lets himself be ridden like the bitch he is—no wonder they're so close. I imagine that after meeting on the train, they made a mess, spilling their manly juices everywhere.

That Harry, so greedy for his friend's massive member. Quite big, considering he's the brother of the mighty Emperor Red… though, compared to him, it would still seem like a needle. Nothing can compare to that magical rod capable of reshaping my body and destroying my soul...")

"LAVENDER!"

"Huh?! What?!" Lavender jolted, dropping her quill. She looked at all the girls, perplexed, until she noticed Parvati was the one who had yelled at her.

"Are you okay?" asked Hermione. "You were panting and drooling just now while writing. Plus, you looked completely out of it."

"Y-Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Sorry, I got distracted. It's late, I must be tired," she quickly excused herself, crossing her legs to avoid giving any sign that her excuse was false.

"Alright, back to the topic," Penelope intervened, with an awkward smile. She understood exactly what was happening and wanted to help cover for her.

"The majority believes Potter can't be the heir," said Daphne, who had been keeping track of the hands raised for and against Harry's guilt—something that had happened while Lavender was lost in her fantasies. "But we can put him back on the suspect board along with Ronald, and by extension, the entire Weasley family." With a gesture toward the board, photos and names of Harry Potter and the Weasleys were added.

"Does that mean I'm a suspect too?" Ginny asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Possibly," Padma commented in a calm tone. "Maybe you only joined to learn our moves and evade the investigation."

"That's ridiculous," Ginny pouted in offense.

"It's not that far-fetched," Hannah chimed in, shrugging. "If we think about it, any one of us could have been the heir from the beginning, using this as a cover to operate without suspicion."

A tense silence settled in the room. Little by little, the girls began to look at each other, trying to recall any suspicious behavior. Unable to avoid it, they found themselves trapped in collective paranoia. Could it be that the culprit had been among them all along?

(Lavender's perverted writing: …Was it true? Had the culprit been among us from the very beginning? Were we doomed to failure? How ironic! We thought we were friends, but in the end, we were just pieces in their macabre game. The scariest part wasn't discovering the betrayal, but the fate that awaited us. Surely, they would strike with greater passion than any other victim… the Heir of Slytherin wouldn't just petrify us… When we were defenseless, they would violate our bodies again and again, unable to fight back, making us theirs, and then leaving our defiled bodies in their lair, used as decorations, remaining in a state of eternal desecration…)

"Enough! If we can't trust each other, we're finished," Penelope said seriously, noticing how tense the atmosphere had become.

"I swear on my magic that I am not the Heir of Slytherin," Daphne declared solemnly, looking at the others.

"I swear as well," Pansy followed, as did Penelope.

One by one, they all took the oath, their faces serious, striving to prove their innocence. Finally, the atmosphere calmed down a little. Still, they decided to call Red to help them create a blood pact with his magic to be even more certain. When Ginny noticed her brother staring at her intently during the pact, she felt slightly offended.

The pact stated that if any of them were the Heir of Slytherin and did not confess at that moment, they would have to strip naked and squat at the entrance of Hogwarts, with their hands behind their heads and their limbs spread. This idea, proposed by Lavender, left most of them in shock. However, they admitted that the implied humiliation was intimidating enough to force anyone to confess.

As they performed the pact, each of them hesitated for a moment, afraid that they might unknowingly be the culprit and face such a punishment. To their relief, none of them turned out to be the Heir of Slytherin. Red, as he had been invited, was quickly expelled from the room once his task was complete.

Alone again and free of suspicion, the girls resumed their discussion on how to solve the problem. They considered using this same method to catch the culprit—Red's pact with everyone in the castle—but several issues arose. If the culprit didn't fall for it in the first attempts, they might sense the danger and escape. Moreover, if they relied entirely on Red, all the effort they had put in so far would be invalidated. They decided that at the very least, they had to narrow down the number of suspects to a manageable figure before resorting to that strategy.

Noticing how late it had become, they concluded the meeting for the time being. Some girls chose to stay the night in the hideout, which was well-equipped and secure. Going out so late was risky, especially with the professors' patrols, which had become stricter after Filch's absence. Other girls decided to return to their dormitories, especially those who had roommates waiting for them and could cause concern or suspicion if they didn't show up. These were accompanied back to their houses by a clone of Red for extra security. With him, they didn't have to worry about being attacked or caught by the professors, making it a safe option.

...

The next morning, very early, Pansy got up quietly, trying not to make any noise. Or so she thought. Shortly after, I received a [message] from her, asking me to meet. However, what Pansy didn't know was that someone had been watching her and decided to follow her, keeping to the shadows.

We met in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, the usual place, which I had chosen because it was one of the least frequented spots. As soon as I arrived, Pansy took my hand and, without hesitation, led me inside a stall. She hurriedly closed the door, and immediately wrapped her arms around me, kissing me with an almost desperate urgency. The small ball of anxiety she had been holding in had burst, clinging to me like a constrictor snake.

Pansy was restless. It wasn't a carnal desire that drove her, at least not entirely, but an emotional need to feel my affection, to reaffirm this bond we kept secret. She had developed an incredibly affectionate and clingy side with me, a facet that clashed with the dominant and haughty image she usually showed to others. This side of hers, more vulnerable and genuine, was a privilege she shared only with me.

"Is the little pup feeling anxious?" I teased, returning her kisses and wrapping my arms around her back, pulling her even closer.

"I needed you," she whispered, fragile and coquettish. "It's so hard to keep this a secret and not jump on you every time I want to."

I smiled at her honesty. I sat down on the toilet and settled her on my lap, letting her get comfortable as we began an intense kissing session. The passion she put into each kiss would make anyone think we would soon be shedding our clothes, but I knew that wouldn't be the case.

Ever since I had received Elise's kindness, something inside me had changed—well, as long as I didn't suppress it. The insatiable need to corrupt these pure girls had noticeably diminished. Sometimes, I even felt a protective desire toward them, wanting to shield them from corruption… beyond what I had already caused.

I looked at Pansy and knew this wasn't the right moment to go further. Despite her enthusiasm in these moments, I could feel how her body tensed slightly at any advance. Her desire was mixed with a latent fear. I could wait—I wanted her to grow a little more, to be truly ready.

'But this kindness didn't have a 100% success rate…' I thought, smiling as I looked in a certain direction.

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