Summons

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands

November 21st, 1992, 11:50 PM

Susan could be seen, again, in her chair at the council room. Her face showed a frown while she thought about the happenings of the day. The chamber was indeed opened. And a student was attacked. That he was not killed was a good thing. Apparently his obsession in taking photos of everything magical saved his life.

While she pondered on the events of the day, the clock in the room hit midnight, and the other three members of the Hogwarts Ghostly Council arrived and took their seats.

"..."

The silence was deafening. They all know about the consequences of the chamber being open again. The danger that it presented to the castle population was enormous. Fat Friar, not enjoying the silence in the room, resolved to break it.

"So it happened…"

The other three ghosts, who were looking at the center of the table where a big Hogwarts shield was embedded, raised their heads to look at the Fat Friar for a moment and turned back to stare at the center of the table.

"Indeed, Friar Tuck, indeed…"

Answered Susan in a somber tone.

"At least young Creevey is not dead."

Sir Robert said. He had the opportunity to talk a little with the young victim. Being new to magic, everything was news to him, even ghosts. That he was asked to pose for a picture for the young man was just a novelty in his five hundred years of being dead. The ghosts gave a small nod as to agree to Sir Robert, trying to alleviate the gravity of the situation.

"So we are doing it then… I mean… We will really summon Lord Ravenclaw after two hundred and eighty years."

"Yes, we will, Sir Robert. The students need him."

Susan said, still staring at the Hogwarts shield on the table.

"Since the event happened at night, just before curfew hours, we will give until lunch time to the meddling old goat of a Headmaster to act and address the school population. We will meet here again just after the lunch time ends and discuss his actions. Everyone in accord?"

"""Aye!"""

Echoed the three other ghosts after Susan's little speech.

"Then, until tomorrow."

Finishing the quick council meeting, the three male ghosts departed floating through the floor while Susan sat still staring at the Hogwarts shield embedded in the center of the table. Nearly one hour after the ending of the meeting, Susan stood up and floated through the floor, leaving the room empty of any living or dead soul.

November 22nd, 1992, 1 PM

Susan entered the council room through the floor followed by the other three members of the council, the Fat Friar, Sir Robert, and the Bloody Baron. After everyone took their seats, they stared at the Hogwarts Shield at the center of the table. They stared at it until the Bloody Baron broke the silence.

"So let's do it. Susan, do you want to do the honors?"

Susan just nodded her head in an affirmative way and extended her hand to leg of the letter 'H' in the Hogwarts shield embedded on the table. Touching it, the section with the Raven in the shield lit up in a soft blue light. Following her example, the Fat Friar extended his hand and touched another leg of the 'H', and a soft yellow light lit up the Badger section of the shield. The Bloody Baron and Sir Robert did the same, and extended their hands to touch the other two legs in the 'H' of the Hogwarts shield, and were answered by each section of the shield lighting up, the Lion with a soft red light, and the Serpent with a soft green light. With all sections lit up, the big 'H' of the shield lit up too with a white light. Within five seconds of the 'H' being lit, a white magic circle rose from the table and floated above the head of the ghosts. The magic circle was circular (duh!) and had two squares inside of it dislocated 45º from each other, followed by a 10 points star. The circle had a lot of small runes etched on its borders and four big ones in each cardinal direction. In its center, standing proudly, was a big 'H' with a raven, a badger, a lion and a serpent beside each leg of the 'H".

The light of the magic circle brightened up and up, until it pulsed like a heart.

*badump*

And with the pulse came a bell sound.

*DONG*

The bell sound was loud. Not deafeningly loud, but it had a heaviness that shook every living and dead being of Hogwarts castle.

And just like that, the magic circle faded and disappeared. The four ghosts slowly took their hands back and in closed eyes embraced the remains of the bell that shook their very beings.

"It's done."

Said Susan, slowly opening her eyes. The other three ghosts opened their eyes too and gave a short nod.

"Dimpy!"

*pop*

With a low pop, Dimpy, the house elf, appeared by Susan's chair side. The little creature had moisty eyes and appeared to be on the verge of crying.

"D-Did Missy Susan c-called Dimpy? What can D-Dimpy do for M-Missy?"

Giving a soft smile, something very rare to see, Susan addressed the house elf.

"Yes, Dimpy, I did call you. Like you must have noticed, we sent the summons to Lord Ravenclaw. He is expected to arrive at the castle tonight at 7 PM. Please see that his quarters are ready and post a notice to every notice board in the castle that tonight we will have a feast and the presence of EVERY able person that lives in the castle's grounds is mandatory. Be sure to include the staff room notice board too, and don't forget to put the Notice-Me charms and stick charms on. And warn the kitchens to prepare a feast. Understood?"

"Dimpy will do, Missy. Rest assured!"

*pop*

While nodding her head rapidly, and with a soft pop soon after, Dimpy disappeared from the room to complete the tasks given.

"Emotional one, that house Elf…"

Said Sir Robert to no one specifically after noting the unshed tears in Dimpy's face.

"What did you expect, Sir Robert? She is the only house elf in the castle that was alive and remembers Lord Ravenclaw's last visit. The other ones have already passed away from old age."

Pointed the Fat Friar while looking jolly again, like all Hogwarts problems were already solved.

"With that, we will see each other at the feast tonight. Please warn the ghosts of the arrival. And mainly, Edgar, please warn Peeves that the person coming has the power to obliterate him."

Susan said, looking serious at Edgar, the Bloody Baron real name.

"Will do, Susan. Maybe after the visit Peeves will behave better."

Said the Bloody Baron while nodding and looking at Susan.

"We can only hope, Baron, we can only hope…"

Said Sir Robert with a chuckle while imagining a behaved Peeves.

And with that, the four ghosts stood up and left the council room.

Unknown Place

Moments before the bell chimed at Hogwarts

In a bed, of the size that a King would have in his royal chambers, a young man was sleeping. What could have differed him from any other normal young man would probably be the three women that accompanied him in the bed. Two of them were using his shoulders as pillows, and the other one was using his chest to sleep.The three of them would be considered beauties by any third party that observed.

As the bell chimed in Hogwarts, the young man suddenly opened his eyes. Rationalizing what woke him up, he concluded that it was the Hogwarts summons.

'What kind of mess is this time?'

He thought while taking in the wonderful feeling that the three gorgeous bodies glued to his own gave, including the wonderful sensation around his member.

Taking a deep breath, in a low voice he talks with the women sleeping with him.

"Come on girls… Time to wake up…"

The three women just shift a little and snuggle more to his body.

"Come on Sera, Joan, Cali… We need to get up…"

Still using a low voice, he goads them to get up.

"Hmm… Don't wanna…"

"Yeah… just one hour more…"

"..."

*sigh*

Letting out a sigh after hearing the answer of two of his three companions, he snake his hands by the back of the two beauties by his side, dragging his fingers down their backs, and finishing the prompt exploration by resting a hand in each of the buttocks of the beauties by his side. And not being a dense man, he squishes the delicious meat that he had in each hand, getting as an answer a moan from the beauties by his side.

*moan…*

More alert, but not wanting to get up yet, the two beauties by his sides start to give slow kisses on his shoulders, making way to his neck. Not being made of iron, he starts to get hard by their ministrations, which in consequence makes the beauty on his chest to feel it and get a little more active, answering his hardening with a little moan and a squish of herself.

"Hmmm…"

Noting where the situation is taking them, the young men let a smirk and pinch the buttocks of the beauties by his side.

""Eeep!""

With a double yelp, not at all expecting the pinches, the two beauties were startled and stopped their ministrations, opening their eyes wide and moving to sit on the bed. With wronged looks on their faces, they stare at the young man.

"What was that for?!"

Said the beauty by his right. She had black hair a little longer than her shoulders, and sharp blue eyes, that combined with her light tanned skin, and her rosy lips, made her a very beautiful woman. Her name, Joan of Arc, French heroine of the Hundred Years War, and canonized Saint of the Catholic Church. Allegedly dead since May 30th of the year 1431.

"Yeah, what was that for?!"

Echoed the beauty by his left side, with a cute pout. She had honey colored hair that extended till her buttocks, and gentle almond eyes, that combined with her fair white skin and red lips, gave her the grounds to have a beauty that could be compared to the goddess of beauty herself. Her name, Calypso, a sea-nymph, daughter of the titan Atlas and the Oceanid Nymph Pleione, an immortal goddess.

With his arms now free, the young man directs his hands to the third beauty still 'sleeping' at his chest, more precisely to her buttocks, grabbing each of her buttcheeks and squishing the supple meat in his hands.

"Hmmmm…"

Letting a throaty moan, the third beauty opens her eyes and looks up to the young man's face. Her deep purple eyes, that were slowly changing to pink color, expressed just one feeling at that moment, hunger. And not the one for food. Those eyes, combined with her long black hair that was arranged in twin tails, and the bountiful E-cup breasts pressed against the young man's chest, gave her a very devilish beauty. Her name, Serafall Sitri Leviathan, the only female member of the four Great Devil Kings, the Satan Leviathan.

Looking back at those now almost pink hungry eyes, the young man continued to squish Serafall's buttcheeks and answered Joan and Calypso's question.

"I just received a summons. One originating from the Highlands of Scotland. Susan must have received it too, and will be coming here in an hour or two. We both will need to go there in about…"

Still squishing Serafall's buttcheeks, he diverts his eyes from the hungry ones to the clock in the bedside table for a moment, doing some quick mental calculation about the time fuse, and continues to talk.

"... less than six hours. Plenty of time to prepare, but we still need to do it. Do any of you want to go with us?"

Calypso and Joan think a little, and Calypso answers first.

"No, thanks… I presume that it's Hogwarts that you are talking about, isn't it? I prefer not to mingle with wizards, not after last time at least…"

Joan follows with her answer.

"I will go! I didn't go last time, and I kinda want to compare Hogwarts with Beauxbatons."

Joan finishes. Even with the wars between England and France finished, she can't help but maintain a healthy rivalry alive.

With a small smile to Joan, the young man turns to Serafall, who starts to talk.

"I wish I could… But I have some paperwork to complete and a letter to compose and send to the Shintos."

She finishes with a sigh.

"Okay then. Let's all get to the bathroom. I think we can have one hour to soak and wash. And you can still visit next weekend if you are free. Bet you that little Sona would love to know a new place with her big sister."

Finishing his talk with a smirk, and sitting up in the bed with Serafall still on his chest and docked on him, the young man hugs Serafall's thin waist and starts moving to the bedside. Each movement, impaling the young man member a little deep inside Serafall, making the Devil King squirm and moan loudly, while hugging his neck with her arms and locking her legs behind his waist. Joan and Calypso let out a giggle each hearing her moan, understanding perfectly what his meaning was in soak and wash. Both beauties move to the bedsides, passing the young man and the moaning Serafall, getting out of the bed they move slowly to the bathroom. The young man, now sitting on the bedside, stares at the swaying of Calypso's modest bubble butt, and Joan's firm one. Both women do it on purpose, looking behind them with a small smirk on their faces.

Just Serafall's small bite on his shoulder interrupts the hypnotized state of the young man. Looking back to Serafall, he is confronted with a pouting woman.

"You are inside me right now, you have to pay attention to me!"

Chuckling, the young man refutes.

"Look at that and tell me that you don't like the vision too. I dare you."

The young man turns to look again to the minxes swaying asses, and Serafall turns to look too. Appreciating the picture very much, she lets out a sigh, and says back.

"Yeah… I do… But you are still inside me, do your husbandry duty and put a baby in me!"

Finishing her little speech with order and pout, Serafall moves her hips while contracting her abdominal muscles, trying to get his attention back on her. And she is successful on it if the grunt that her husband let out is any sign.

"You little succubus… I'll pump you full!"

Moving his hand back to Serafall's cheeks and grabbing them strongly to keep her 'docked' on him, the young man gets up and starts to walk to the bathroom where Joan and Calypso disappeared to, hearing moans from Serafall with every step he took.