“Of course, you’re mine. I’m never letting you go. You’re the best pet I have ever had.” She kisses my neck. I try to roll over to look up a... her, but her cock keeps me in place. She finally pulls out of me with a loud pop. I turn to look into those purple eyes of hers as her spunk leaks out of my ass. “What do you want with me?” “I want this…” Her hand grabs ahold of my ass. “I want you forever in my bed. On my cock.”“What about what I want?” I ask. “What do you want?” she asks. “I… I don’t. Thank you." "Don't mention it, your father says you're a hard worker and I can see that you are. Now let me show you how this lawn mower works." As we started making our way to the garage I heard a door close and soft footsteps getting closer and closer. "Hello dear, I'm home from work. Oh, I did not know we had company. I apologize." I turned to see Mrs. Fitzgerald standing near the front door. I will never forget the way she looked when we first met. Average height, long skirt hiding her. It might be Voldemort; it might be something else. Whatever you had hoped the dragons would protect is no longer secure.” “Terntalag?” “I’d start there, Harry, but it might be the falls. There are wizards heading to both, but Terntalag is the most vulnerable. First, see if Firenze needs help, then try the falls. In about two hours we should know how the night will end.” “What do you mean? What happens in two hours?” “Just be at the falls by then, Harry. I’ll see you there.” “How—” “Play it. There was a newspaper clipping that detailed the murder/suicide of a local man and his son. The father had apparently snapped one night after his son had come home late and had killed his son in the barn and then went into his house and hung himself out of guilt. It didn't give a location of the crime, but the picture of the house looked a lot like ours. I put the paper aside and riffled through the rest of the stuff in the box, pausing at a piece of rope and belt buckle. The belt buckle wasn't.