A small nose that turned up ever so slightly that it made her top lip strech. Her neck was long nd thin. She smiled as she looked directly at me. She ...nocked again. I opened the door not knowing wat else to do. She knew I was home."Hi" she said when my door opend enough to see. "My name is Cori. Wats yours?" Her voice was very sweet nd calming. My gaurd started to drop with the look of kindness in her eyes "Mike" I managned to say sounding like a school boy going threw puberty as my voice. “Not after this I do not!” I replied.Fiona stood up and smiled. “We need to be careful” she instructed me, “I am a married woman, but your Foster-Father has not made love to me for quite some time” she continued. “It must be our solemn secret!”“I swear!” I replied.Fiona handed me a clean Bathrobe and told me to return to my room and get ready for dinner and to hide the bathrobe in my bedroom until she came to collect it. I had just slipped my slippers on and opened my bedroom door as I heard. My babies were fucking each other. My gorgeous kids that I had raised were fucking like animals while locked up.How long had it been going on? Where they in love? Where they using protection? Oh my, so many questions raced through my mind as I watched them. They were oblivious to my voyeuristic act. I needed to turn it off; I should stop watching. It wasn't right; these were my kids. I was their mother. I need to ring Sarah and tell her the camera was still on."Come on, Tom, come and give me. On that occasion, it was Hermione's fault, for she had warned the Professor about the broom. Harry appreciated that unlike last time, on this occasion Hermione was trying to make sure no one would take something away from him."Thanks, Hermione," said Harry. "I'll keep that in mind." Hermione hoped that the dagger would not be displayed so much. It had occurred to her that any of the school's Muggle-born student might recognize the dagger for what it was.The three joined the lineup outside.