HP: Altair Black. Son of Asmodeus

In the Gryffindor girls' dormitory.

Lying face down on her bed, Lavender was writing in a notebook.

She wore white athletic shorts that hugged her butt perfectly, and she also had a sports top of the same color to support her breasts. She had a black sweatshirt, courtesy of her boyfriend.

Her hair was tied in two braids, yes. She styled it while thinking about future steamy moments. 'Too bad it can't be today', Lavender was human after all, being so uptight on her first time took its toll.

Her face was wrinkled in concentration as when she studied for potions. Her bare feet moved back and forth.

The notebook was titled "Coven of Altair Asmodeus" and had a list of names.

Lavender Brown. The queen.

Harley Potter. Almost done.

Parvati Patil. A trio will help convince her.

Hermione Granger. Need to change the nickname from "Bookeater" to "cockeater."

Ginny Weasley. Currently hurt by Potter, in need of cock. Harley will help.

Angelina Johnson. Alti's flying skills need to be evaluated.

Katie Bell. Alti's flying skills need to be evaluated.

Violet Black. It will surely hurt male Potter.

Cassiopeia Malfoy. From hate to love…

'Mmm... Altair was friends with this weird girl... Looney, no! Bad Lavender! Luna, her name is Luna', she shuddered as she remembered Altair's disappointed look when she called her that in front of him.

Luna Lovegood. Slow approach. Too naive.

Susan Bones. Defeating her in a duel, she's undefeated.

Hannah Abbot. Included with Bones.

Professor Potter. Mission impossible... for now.

"Should I... or not... they care about him, they even threatened me in case I hurt him... but they will be problematic. Tsk!, let him decide later".

Daphne GreenGrass. Her first love. Sold to Malfoy.

Lyra Lestrange. Forbidden love. Sold to Malfoy.

Lavender started getting turned on thinking about the look on the ice queen's face when she had her man's cock up her ass.

The image of the brothers fucking was no less special.

"I can have fun too, right?" She said while she began to caress her breasts over the top.

"Brown!" an angry voice came from his right. "Don't do such... indecent things in front of the others".

"You need a good cock, Granger!" She snapped, before adding, "I know a perfect one for you... do you want me to-?"

"No!" the brunette shouted, blushing as she looked away. "And you shouldn't push Harley towards that depravity".

"Pff!, Harley can decide for herself!" she crossed her arms under her breasts before realizing "And how do you know about Harley?, she wouldn't have told anyone, she would die of embarrassment." A predatory smile began to grow on his face.

"I... uh!" The brunnete stammer a response.

"You were spying!" She shouted.

"Lav, Altair is waiting for you next to the Fat Lady." Parvati entered the room. Her dark face had a slight blush. A few minutes ago, she had listened in detail to her best friend explain how she used her pussy to milk her boyfriend.

She even transfigured an incredibly large cock and said it was the same size as her boyfriend's!

"I'll get the truth out of you later, Granger!" She said while quickly changing into jeans and a long-sleeved blouse. She wore a large coat that unfortunately covered her assets; it was winter after all. "How do I look, Parv?"

"Cute," she gave a thumbs up.

"Okay, I'm going to have an innocent look today. I want hugs and kisses" she said, smiling.

"Aren't you going to give him his tunic?"

"Yes..." Lavender would prefer to keep it, but it was a school robe and he would probably need it. She was aware of Altair's financial situation and didn't want to make it worse. Even the black sweatshirt she stole/borrowed was one that was too small for him.

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"Did the boy activate his inheritance, Severus?" an older man asked, one who had lived in three different centuries."

"Yes. It won't be long before it becomes dangerous, we should eli-" the man with the aquiline nose and silky black hair was interrupted.

"He is a Hogwarts student. He deserves my attention, yes. But he also deserves a chance to live. If he lets himself be consumed by his heritage... I'll take care of it," he said, his bright blue eyes fixed on the potions professor's black eyes, neither willing to yield.

A knock on the door interrupted the contest of glances.

"Pass," said the old wizard.

"Professor Dumbledore," the newcomer said with a slight nod. Completely ignore the other man in the room.

"Professor Evans" he returned the greeting with a smile. "It's not a surprise to see you here". He said while stroking his beard.

"I assumed Professor Snape would do something stupid against Altair. I came to prevent it", she said, taking a seat and a lemon drop without consulting the old professor. She needed something sour to compensate for having to be in the same room as her childhood ex-bestfriend.

"A commendable decision", he nodded happily. "Do you have anything to add to calm your colleague's concerns?"

"I don't care about my colleague's concerns," she said indifferently, "I care about yours, Professor Dumbledore. I have been studying demons since Bellatrix knocked on my door. I consider myself competent in the matter". She said, looking into his sparkling eyes.

"Please share your observations," the director took a lemon drop while leaning back in his seat.

"Not all demons are the horrible creatures described in the books. There are certain clans that simply exist without interfering with humans. In general, demons live in hell, which is different from the ideas we get from the Bible. It is a world apart, superimposed over ours. Their society is, although unjust in many aspects, organized. Demons avoid harming humans. There are exceptions... like Asmodeus", she said with a grimace. she would prefer to skip that part but didn't want to lay the groundwork for a lie. They always get discovered.

If it had been another professor who had spoken, they would have received a scathing remark from Snape.

"Do you think young Altair will resemble his father?" asked the director with a furrowed brow.

"Not all children resemble their parents", she said with a grimace. Bad memories in her mind. "Altair is half demon, half human". He will have the impulses of one or several of the capital sins, but he won't go crazy... unless he is deprived of them".

"Mrs. Brown will remain busy… Let's hope her grades aren't affected," he said with amusement while stroking his long, thick beard.

"I think forming a coven will be best for him", this time Snape couldn't contain his snort of disdain, but at Lily's glance, he fell silent. "Maybe I'll join, is that a problem, Headmaster?" she said with mischief in his eyes. Her comment was only meant to annoy Snape.

The sound of the door slamming brought a smile of satisfaction to his face.

"It won't be a problem, he doesn't take Muggle studies… but maybe, Professor Snape's harassment towards him will increase," he replied with a smile.

Lily rolled her eyes before responding, "I only said it to annoy Snape". She felt a bit of remorse. Snape will probably become a problem to Altair.

"Of course," he received a wink of complicity in return.

"You should put that greasy idiot in his place, he's a terrible teacher." She said it with a hint of anger in his soft voice.

"Severus started using a special shampoo since you accepted the teaching position". He replied, chuckling.

"And Snape's shampoo allows him to bully the students?"

"No. I let them do it so that the students can learn about the outside world. Purebloods are showered with flowers and gifts, while those of humbler blood status are despised as second-class citizens. No matter how brilliant they are".

Lily gritted her teeth at his explanation: "You have the power to change things".

"I know", he replied weakly, with his distant voice. "Sometimes I wonder if I should just kill all the supremacists and take control of Great Britain". His voice was soft as he looked out the window. Lily shuddered at the tone. Albus Dumbledore did not see the conquest of the magical world as a grand objective, but rather as something he simply chose not to do.

"Some things would be different... then-".

"Why don't I do it? Why don't I take the power for myself and rebuild the magical world?" he completed. "It's because there's no one who can stop me if I do it, no one who is my equal, not anymore". His voice was sad at the end, as he remembered his old friend.

"Tsk, Rita Skeeter would have a field day if she heard you now", she joked, trying to break the depressive atmosphere that was beginning to form.

The director let out a cheerful laugh.

"It's a good thing my dear daughter is the only one in this room", he winked while watching her roll her eyes.

"I was just a failed experiment. An accident," she said in a monotone voice.

"You were a beautiful accident. I never regretted failing", he said, standing up.

"Change the subject, please". She pleaded, embarrassed.

"Well, I suppose you wouldn't know where Bellatrix Lestrange is hiding?" he smiled when he felt her tense up.

"Not at all" She replied, looking away as he stood up. She only looked at him again when she saw his outstretched arm. A thin blister that had a transparent and shiny liquid inside it.

"Fawkes got sentimental last night, reminiscing about old times", he said as he placed it on his palm.

"Are you sure you don't need it?" she asked, with excitement growing in her chest.

"I'm always accompanied by Fawkes, he always gets sad if I get hurt," an angry trill came from the room, "besides, I have Madame Pomfrey close by, one of the best healers in the world. There are those poor souls who don't even have access to a common and ordinary mediwitch" He finished while winking.

"Thank you..., father", the redhead replied before leaving the room. She had an old friend to visit.

"Father... uh", the old wizard wiped away a tear before resuming the enormous mountain of paperwork on his desk.