Arlene turned the group over to Ann, who brought them to Attention. “Report for breakfast here tomorrow at 0700 hours wearing your flight gear. Dism...ssed.”As the group filed out to go to their quarters — they had already been told that their living arrangement would be the same as when they were fighting the Miadax. Worthington and Camp stood to the side nervously waiting to speak with their Wing Commander.“Crap,” Arlene quietly said to her partner when they noticed the two waiting for them. “I. My wife is beautician and she runs business from same building where we stay, it’s easy for her to run business and whenever there is requirement she can come up and do household things and she has customer who prefer her to come home and give private make-over for their body and for which she charges double than her normal charges. It all started when Namrata booked my wife for her make-up and then we started chit-chatting here n there.It all started on one day of September during Ganesh. You rub the three loads of cum in to your nipples then lick up every drop. Right i need to be gang banged you say and tell my mates that your arse is just for me but for them to fuck everything else hard, as you say this you open your arse cheeks and say get it ready I put my tongue up your arse hole as we wank back to full hardnessYou then lie down and open your legs, We then all grab you and pull your outfit off, your knickers stay on but are ripped to get at your wet wet cunt, my mates. Madam Pomfrey told Harry that it was an organ shredding curse, and that the power behind it had been weakened by the fact that Dolohov was silenced. It had done enough damage anyway though, that Hermione would have a scar for life.None of that mattered though. Not really. What mattered more than anything else was the fact that his godfather Sirius Black had died, killed by his own psychotic cousin, and all because of Harry. If he had only remembered about the mirrors, if he had remembered that.