Hogwarts UnderExposed - A New Girl In Town

Hogwarts UnderExposed - A New Girl in Town

"A Hyperempath doesn't have to be nude for all procedures," Caitlin explained, "but for what we're endeavoring it is critical that no clothing come between us. My consult and the overseer will make sure our bodies remain in constant contact; in this case especially our legs and breasts."

"Two other people will see me unclothed," Claudia cried, noticeably shaken by the news. "I thought it would be just you and I."

There was a click as the door opened.

Claudia was too staggered to even think fast enough to cover herself.

"I see that you girls are ready to proceed," Harry said pleasantly.

Claudia felt lightheaded. Not only were two people gong to see her completely nude, but they were two of her professors and one of them was a male, Harry Potter. Claudia collapsed on the floor in a faint.

Chapter Nine
Daddy's Little Girl

When Claudia came to, it was to find herself nestled in a large bed. She was still nude, but someone had humanely covered her nakedness with a blanket.

"How did I get in here?" she asked, still slightly befuddled.

Caitlin was holding her best friend's hand. "You fainted; fortunately Dad was able to catch you, before your head hit the hard floor. He carried you in here and covered you."

"Did he see me naked?" Claudia asked horrified.

"Well, he didn't stand and gawk at you like some sex starved teenager," Caitlin explained. "But yeah! He saw you naked. For him not to have would have been rather tricky."

Claudia hid her face with the blanket. "How am I ever going to face him?" she cried. "Why didn't you tell me your parents would be here?"

"I wanted to," Caitlin insisted. "I actually tried to several times today, but I was afraid that you'd react... Well, like you're reacting now."

"How would you expect me to react?" she retorted angrily. "They're my professors and your dad is... Well, he's not only famous, but he's a hunk and he just saw me starkers. I want to die."

"No you don't," Hermione said seriously as she entered the room. "I know that you're embarrassed, but you shouldn't be. There is nothing sinful or shameful about the naked human form. It's only the wicked thoughts of some that are appalling. You are you, whether you're clothed or unclothed and you should be judged only on your ethical character. When Harry and I walked into that room a few minutes ago, we didn't see two nude girls. We saw Claudia and Caitlin who at the time just happened to be nude."

"What's the difference?" Claudia questioned.

Hermione sighed. "It's the same as judging a person based on how much their robes cost. Having designer robes doesn't make you a better person. Having second hand robes doesn't make you a bad person. True naturists tend to judge the person, not their appearance."

Claudia tried to hide a snicker. "I'm sorry Professor, but you make it sound like naturists are all pure and high moral people. I'm sure they have just as many wicked sexual thoughts as anyone else."

Hermione smiled and nodded. "Everyone has naughty thoughts." She rubbed her forehead. "It's rather difficult to explain; it took me a long time to understand. Most textiles relate nudity to sex, but naturists don't; they relate it to comfort.

"For instance, I'm sure that Caitlin disrobed as soon as the two of you entered our quarters today; that had nothing to do with sex, it was purely for personal comfort. Emily and Caitlin loathe clothing; for that matter, so do I. We don't parade around starkers to excite anyone; we do it because we are more content that way. Unfortunately, a great majority of people find nudity offensive."

"But doesn't it embarrass you to have people see your breasts and you know..., down there?" Claudia asked, indicating toward Hermione's pubic area.

"There was a time, not that long ago, that I would have been mortified to be seen naked," Hermione explained. "Now I've come to the realization that breasts and the vulva are just body parts like arms and legs. It's only the teachings of our world that make it sinful to display them publicly."

"What about men?" Claudia asked, blushing.

"They have a penis instead of a vulva," Hermione commented matter-of-factly. "Some men are indeed better endowed than others, but when it comes down to it; a penis is still a penis. Once you've seen one, you've seen them all."

Claudia blushed even more copiously. "I didn't mean that exactly," she said uncertainly. "I'm shy to let other girls see me nude because of my special physical circumstances, but it's different with boys. It's just wrong for the opposite sex to see you nude." She trailed off. "Except, of course, in intimate situations."

"Why is it wrong?" Hermione prodded.

"It just is," Claudia maintained. "All of our lives we've been taught to cover certain parts of our bodies.

"Exactly!" Hermione declared. "You've been taught. We are all a product of generations of teaching. What if you grew up in a warm climate and as a child did not wear clothing; nor did anyone else around you. Day in and day out everyone you saw, both male and female, was completely nude. Do you think that at a certain age you would suddenly become embarrassed by your nakedness and have an overwhelming desire to cover yourself?"

"Probably not," Claudia reluctantly admitted, "but that's not the way it is."

"No, but only because of teaching," Hermione declared. "There was a time that countless people in the southern hemisphere of our world wore little or no clothing. As years passed, missionaries visited those people and taught them that it was indecent to expose certain parts of their bodies to others. Now public nudity is against the law in most of the world."

"Shouldn't it be?" Claudia questioned.

"Honestly, I'm not sure how I feel about that," Hermione declared. "There are a lot of moral issues involved, not to mention safety. What I'm actually trying to point out is that teaching is often a matter of opinion and not fact based. Sometimes even what we are taught is totally wrong."

Claudia had a confused expression on her face.

"I'm not referring necessarily to what we teach at Hogwarts," Hermione explained. "You and I have both faced prejudice during our lives. Prejudice and hate are both taught. Even religion is a matter of opinion. We as children are brought up to believe as our parents. Do you realize that there are over 4200 religions in the world today of which twelve are considered major? Individuals are taught to think that their belief is correct, but how can everyone be right?"

Hermione shook her head. "I'm sorry if I got carried away with my lecturing. What it boils down to is that we can't always accept everything that we are taught uncritically. Caitlin, Harry and I are all here this evening because we care about you and want to help you in every way feasible to live as normal a life as you possibly can. Unfortunately, you must be unclothed in order for Caitlin to properly care for you. That means obviously that both Harry and I will see you nude.

"No one is asking you to accept naturism as a way of life. We're just asking you to trust us and recognize that in this situation nudity is not only acceptable, but also essential and in our eyes it is neither sinful nor shameful," Hermione concluded.

Claudia nodded shyly.

"Would this be easier for you if Harry and I were both to remove our clothing?" Hermione asked considerately.

"No!" Claudia practically screamed. "You're gorgeous and Professor Potter is.... It would make it even more difficult. I understand what you said about nudity and its acceptance just being an individual's taught viewpoint. I can do this. After all, I'm a Gryffindor."

"Then may I call Harry into the room now or would you rather that I wait until after you've gotten out from under those covers?"

"I guess you can call him now," Claudia squeaked nervously. "I'd rather not go through an unveiling twice."

Claudia looked up at Caitlin. "This treatment better work or I might just have to kill you," she threatened.

"It will work," Caitlin guaranteed, as Harry quietly entered the bedroom. "The only question is how fast and how many treatments it will take. I don't understand why, but rehabilitative treatment takes much longer even than grievous wound repair."

"Hello, Professor Potter," Claudia muttered meekly. "Thank you for catching me and putting me in bed."

"It was the least I could do," Harry said warmly. "It's not everyday that a beautiful young lady swoons when I enter a room. Hermione tells me that you girls are finally ready to get started."

"Presently," Caitlin replied. "Just as soon as my patient here sheds her cocoon."

Claudia toyed with the end of the covers, but found it impossible to merely strip off the blanket. "Can you please pull it off?" Claudia said, looking at Caitlin beseechingly.

Caitlin nodded understandingly. Without comment she seized the blanket and with one quick yank wrenched it off the bed.

Claudia closed her eyes and trembled, but didn't endeavor to shield her exposed naked body.

"Does it matter which one of you is on top of the other?" Harry asked Caitlin in a methodical manner.

"Not normally," Caitlin replied, "but in this particular situation it might be best for me to be on the underside." She nudged Claudia to slide over as she climbed promptly onto the bed.

Once she centered herself, she said, "Okay, I'm all set. Claudia, climb on top of me."

Momentarily Claudia just stared blankly at the ceiling trying to summon all of her seemingly inadequate courage. She knew that Caitlin was only trying to help her, yet this seemed wrong on so many counts. Girls just didn't go around lying naked on top of each other; well not unless they were gay and she wasn't gay. Her physical development might have ceased years ago and she might be flat chested, but she definitely wasn't gay.

Almost as if reading her mind, Caitlin said, "Please trust me, Claudia. I know this will feel awkward, but it's the fastest and most unfailing method of doing this. I promise I won't get fresh and try to kiss you or feel you up."

In spite of her uneasiness, Claudia laughed at this remark. She trusted Caitlin more than she ever had any other individual. Tentatively she got into position astride her best friend.

"Mum, Dad, its imperative that we remain in constant contact," Caitlin reminded. "Mum, you hold Claudia's shoulders. Her breasts must touch mine. Dad, make sure her legs don't slip off and lose contact with mine."

Caitlin wrapped her arms around Claudia. "Try not to move," she whispered receptively. "This won't hurt, but your chest and legs will feel kind of weird; sort of like how your foot feels when it goes to sleep. It will start slowly and then the sensation will build. It is imperative that we maintain stable contact until it completely subsides."

Claudia found that despite the situation and her misgivings it was extremely relaxing being held like this by Caitlin. She even fleetingly forgot that from his position at her feet, Professor Potter had an unfettered view of her bare arse.

- - - - - -

"We're done," Caitlin said, nudging Claudia.

"But you just started," Claudia responded woozily.

"I started thirty minutes ago," Caitlin corrected. "Believe it or not, you became so relaxed that you drifted off; it often happens. It's referred to as a Hyperemic trance. Do you feel any residual effects of the treatment?"

Claudia slid off of Caitlin and looked about the room. She was relieved to find that they were on their own. "My chest and legs feel all tingly," Claudia said. She felt tingly somewhere else, too, but was embarrassed to divulge it.

"That's as it should be," Caitlin replied, smiling. "That sensation is the healing powers at work. The only thing remaining undone is for me to massage your legs and chest and then we can return to Gryffindor tower. We should do this procedure three nights a week."

Claudia rolled halfheartedly onto her back. Tonight had turned out to be a never-ending series of humiliations. Now, her best friend was about to massage her non-existent breasts. Claudia sighed as her eyes dropped to her hard flat nipples. Then she gasped in astonishment. Her chest was no longer hard and flat; she had two tiny puffy mounds. They were barely the size of grapes, but it was definitely a beginning. Tears filled her eyes as she sat up and tightly hugged her best friend.

* * * * * *

Draco was startled as flames exploded to life in the sitting room fireplace. He watched the blaze with trepidation in anticipation of the head of Theodore Nott appearing in the flames.

"Are we alone?" Nott inquired, peering distrustfully around the room.

"Only for the moment," Malfoy replied anxiously. "Ginny is in the bedroom changing the baby."

"I'll make it quick then," Nott replied. "Lord Slytherin requires your assistance in a matter of immense importance. Alexander Hendee, normally a stanch supporter of pure blood rights is dithering on a bill before the Ministry that would prevent Mudbloods from holding title to wizard real estate. We need you to help him discern the proper course of action to take."

"But I don't even know Alexander Hendee," Draco protested. "How can I be expected to influence his vote?"

"You may not know Alexander Hendee, but his son is a member of your house."

"I can't! I won't!" Draco protested.

"You can and you will," Nott replied heatedly. "Unless, of course, you'd prefer to attend the funerals of your wife and child. You have until the third of January."

Without another word, Nott's head disappeared and the flames subsided.

"Do we have company?" Ginny shouted from the bedroom.

"No! I was just thinking out loud," Draco lied.

* * * * * *

"She did what?" Harry shouted. "What right does that woman have to make a decision like that without even consulting us? Emily is our daughter and she's only thirteen."

"Poppy could see how much Tyler and Emily care for each other," Hermione cried, tears filling her eyes. "She only wanted to give them the opportunity to be together before...."

"They're only thirteen?" Harry persisted. "What she did is against the law. If we reported her to the Ministry, she'd lose her license to practice medicine and almost certainly end up in Azkaban."

"Harry, you wouldn't?" Hermione pleaded.

"Of course, I wouldn't," Harry relented. "It's just that I don't understand what she was thinking or how you can you defend her; Emily is our little girl."

"Our little girl who has less than six months to live," Hermione retorted. She sighed deeply. "Harry, I'm as much against underage sex as you are, although I don't necessarily support the Ministry's drastic methods of combating it. The world isn't all black and white; there are many gray areas. Rules must allow for exceptions."

Harry's face was contorted with frustration. "And you think Emily should be an exception?" he said contemptuously. "Emily is just a little girl. She and Tyler are just children. Fifteen is too young for sex; thirteen is totally ridiculous."

"I'd rather if she could wait until she were older, too" Hermione muttered softly, "but that's not really an option. Harry, as hard as it is to accept, Emily is going to die and there is nothing either of us can do to prevent it. All we can do is try to make her last few months as happy as possible."

"And you think allowing her to have sex at thirteen is the answer?" Harry asked sarcastically.

"I think it will help," Hermione replied, honestly. "If this were our last night together, how would you want to use it?"

Harry thought twice before answering. "I'd want to spend the entire night holding you in my arms and making love to you," he said. "But we're a married couple, they're not; they're just kids."

"Two kids that are in love," Hermione emphasized. "Have you forgotten the gift that Jamie and Emily share; their ability to judge people and make lifelong commitments based on those conclusions. You and I had to go through trial and error until we eventually realized that we were meant for each other. Jamie knew Alex was destined to share her life almost since first year. Emily feels the same about Tyler; their relationship isn't just a passing teenage crush."

"But they're still just kids, only thirteen," Harry continued to emphasize.

"And they don't know what Poppy has done," Hermione reminded him. "As far as they're concerned, the charm is still active."

"But you want to tell them that it's safe to have sex, don't you?" Harry questioned.

Hermione nodded demurely. "I want to tell them that they can securely make love, but I won't as long as you're so adamantly against it," Hermione said sadly, "But please think about it."

"I'll think about it," Harry replied stubbornly, "but I doubt that I'll change my mind."

"By the way, I received an owl post from Luna today," Harry said, in an apparent effort to change the subject. "She's been challenged to a public debate by Percy Weasley. What do you make of that?"

"I think it would be obvious," Hermione replied, disinclined to switch topics. "Luna's editorials in the Quibbler have been getting a lot of attention. People aren't pleased with the Ministry's explanation of current events as reported in the Daily Prophet and are seeking clarification. Percy's approval rating is at an all time low."

"But how will debating Luna help Percy?" Harry asked.

"Harry!" Hermione said, shaking her head in disbelief. "You know Luna as well as I do."

"Yeah, I do," Harry retorted. "She's smart, clever and one of the most honest, straightforward people that I've ever met."

"She also has a tendency to make some rather outlandish comments," Hermione reminded him. "I'm sure that Percy is counting on Luna displaying some of her eccentricities so that he can discredit her. I hope that you warned against her accepting the challenge."

Harry didn't verbally answer, but the culpable expression on his face was response enough for Hermione.

"Please, tell me that you didn't advise her to take on that bigheaded, arrogant prat," Hermione begged.

"I think she can handle him," Harry replied meekly.

Hermione sighed and stared at the ceiling shaking her head pessimistically. "When is this debate scheduled to take place," she asked concernedly.

"I'm not sure," Harry replied. "I think Luna said something about the first Saturday in January."

"That's less than a month away," Hermione responded, panic unmistakable in her voice. "What with the holidays and all, that's not nearly enough time to get ready and I'll be in Florida with Caitlin this Saturday. Harry, we have to contact Luna right away and make plans. This whole thing is a huge mistake, but I'll be damned if I'm going to let Weasley get away with making a fool of Luna. She's going to be suitably prepped for this debate if we have to work with her every available hour between now and then."

Perhaps Harry had made a serious blunder in advising Luna to proceed ahead with the debate, but there was a positive side to the situation. Hermione was now focused on training Luna and not on the deflowering of his little princess.

* * * * * *

Saturday, December 9, 2006


"Dad, stop pacing the room like an expectant father," Emily said. "Mum and Caitlin have only been gone for a few hours. They went to meet Caitlin's father, not take on Lord Slytherin."

"I know," Harry replied. He recognized that it was silly, but having an ocean between him and Hermione and Caitlin made Harry feel extremely uneasy.

"What time do you expect Tyler?" he asked conversationally.

"Any minute now," Emily answered looking expectantly at the clock.

"In that case, don't you think you should get dressed?" Harry asked.

"Dad, when have I ever worn clothing simply because we had visitors, especially my friends?" Emily asked with incredulity.

"I just thought that since you've grown considerably and Tyler is a boy, you might want to cover yourself," Harry replied hopefully.

Emily laughed. "I've been a naturist all my life and have always detested clothes. I'm not about to change just because my tits have grown. Besides, Tyler has seen me nude oodles of times." She blushed slightly. "He likes seeing me naked, he thinks I have a beautiful, sexy body."

The fact that Tyler found Emily sexy certainly did nothing to mollify Harry. He understood and appreciated his wife and daughters' love of naturism. He, himself, enjoyed the many benefits of the lifestyle. The problem was that naturism was supposed to be a wholesome way of life based on comfort and acceptance of the body. Harry simply didn't appreciate Tyler getting too comfortable with his little girl's body.

"Please don't use that term when referring to your breasts," Harry said. "Vulgar terminology makes something pure and beautiful sound crude and dirty."

Emily giggled. "Does that mean that you think my breasts are beautiful?"

Fortunately a sudden knocking at the door made it unnecessary for Harry to answer Emily's discomforting question.

"That must be Tyler," Emily said excitedly, bounding to the door.

Harry turned his head away as his naked daughter embraced Tyler and then kissed him on the cheek. Tyler greeted Harry politely before Emily engaged him in a few minutes of whispered conversation.

"Dad, you don't mind if Tyler gets comfortable, do you?"

If truth were told, Harry most certainly did mind. Well, he didn't actually mind from a naturist point of view. Emily and Caitlin were at all times nude in their parents' quarters and often Kim, Tyler and Evan also shed their clothing when visiting. The kids had become quite accustom to seeing each other nude and their interactions were always completely above suspicion.

Unfortunately, since his conversation with Hermione a few days prior, Harry had found it difficult to envision any situation with Tyler and his daughter naked together as even remotely innocent.

"Not at all," Harry lied. Under his breath he cursed Hermione. It was her idea to consent to Tyler sleeping over and now she was an ocean away and Harry alone was delegated to protect his daughter's virtue.

Harry tried not to watch as Tyler stripped to the skin. He shuddered when Emily gave the young boy another quick hug, their bare bodies pressing tightly together. He couldn't remember what it could have been, but Harry felt sure he must have done something truly awful to be submitted to this type of cruel and excessive punishment.

He tried to smile and remain cool and collected as the kids went to the kitchenette for Butterbeers, but it was hard, especially when Tyler's hand kept 'accidentally' coming in contact with Emily's pert arse.

"We'll go in the bedroom so as not to bother you," Emily said brightly.

Harry nodded dispassionately as he faked being engrossed in the book he was now pretending to read. He thought to himself that if Emily really didn't want to worry him, she would go put some clothes on and not wandered off to hidden places with that lecherous schoolboy.

He was relieved, but only slightly, when Emily did not close her bedroom door. Harry wasn't sure whether he would have caused a scene and demanded that the door remain open or simply resorted to the use of Extendable Ears. As it was, from his present location it was quite impossible to see into the room and he could only sporadically catch parts of the conversation.

With the pretense of getting a drink, Harry got up from his chair and hastily went to the kitchenette. Upon his return, he casually selected a different seat; one that afforded better lighting for reading and coincidently also gave an unrestricted view into the bedroom Emily and Caitlin normally shared. He was extremely relieved to see that Emily and Tyler were merely talking; Emily lying on her own bed while Tyler had flopped on Caitlin's. After a bit, he tried actually reading the novel Hermione had recommended, but found it extremely difficult to concentrate. Occasionally he caught a word here and there of the conversation going on between Tyler and Emily; they appeared to be mildly arguing about something or other. Harry relaxed somewhat and turned his concentration to the novel in his hand.

As Harry became involved in the book, he paid less and less attention to Emily and Tyler; he in fact, lost complete track of the time. It was only when Dobby popped into the room that Harry glanced at his watch. It was after eight.

"Excusing me for barging in Harry Potter, sir, but Dobby is noticing that you and Miss Emily did not come to dinner in the Great Hall. Is you hungry? Would you like for Dobby to bring you something to eat?"

"I lost all track of time," Harry said, stealing a quick glance in the direction of Emily's room. "That would be great if it's not too much trouble? There are three of us; Tyler is spending the night."

"Nothing is too much trouble when it's for Harry Potter," Dobby proclaimed. "Dobby will be back in a pop."

Dobby was literally gone and back in a pop. Two other elves accompanied him and they were all weighed down with trays of food, easily enough for six people.

"If Harry Potter needs anything else, he will please summon Dobby," the elf insisted before disappearing.

"Hey guys!" Harry shouted to Emily and Tyler. "We missed dinner in the Great Hall, but Dobby was good enough to bring us something to eat."

Emily and Tyler exchanged looks and then, reluctantly it seemed, they got up to join Harry.

When they were all seated, Harry started to pass around the various serving dishes filled with appetizing foods. It was only when she made a remark about one of the entrées that Harry took a good look at Emily's face; her eyes were red and watery, her face pale. She had obviously been crying. He glared at Tyler, about to rebuke the youth, when he noticed that Tyler's eyes were also red and his face colorless. Harry held his tongue.

He couldn't figure out what was going on. The duo had held hands during the short walk from Emily's bedroom to the dining area, yet they had obviously been fighting and now each time they looked at each other, they both seemed ready to again burst into tears. Numerous times Harry tired to draw Emily and Tyler into conversation, but they only gave brief replies; both seemed preoccupied and barely touched their meals.

"Dad, Tyler and I are going to listen to the wireless," Emily said dejectedly, getting up slowly from the table. "I'll close my door so that the music doesn't bother you."

Harry wanted to shout out that the door being closed would bother him much more than the music, but he remained mute, only nodding. He stood for what seemed like several minutes staring at the blank door wondering what was going on behind that closed door.

Then, feeling extremely guilty he hurried to his desk and began rooting for the pair of Extendable Ears that he was positive he had stowed there somewhere. He felt relief, but even more guilt when he at last located the Weasley invention. Quickly he untangled the snarl of what looked like flesh-colored string and inserted the one end in his ears.

At least Harry knew he wouldn't have to worry about an Imperturbable Charm on his daughter's bedroom door. The flesh-colored string wriggled like a long skinny worm, then snaked under the door. For a few seconds Harry could hear nothing, and then he heard Emily as clearly as though she were standing right beside him.

"... then it's settled. You promise that you'll date other girls when I'm gone."

"I promise," Tyler replied miserably. "If that's what you want, I promise."

"And someday you'll marry and have a family and forget about me."

"I can't do that. I'll never do that," Tyler protested. "It's not fair to ask."

"Why's it not fair?" Emily questioned. "I want you to be happy and to have a wife and children. What's not fair about that?"

"It wouldn't be fair to her," Tyler said pointedly. "Every time I'd kiss her I'd think of you. Every time I'd hold her, I'd wish it was you and every time we'd make love I'd regret never having had the opportunity to hold and love you in that most special of ways. I don't want to spend my life with anyone, but you."

"Damn it Tyler, will you get it through your head that I have no life to live; not with you, not with anyone. I'm dying, fucking dying. Do you not understand?" Emily started crying uncontrollably. "I don't want to die. I want to be your wife and have your children, but that isn't going to happen. Do you know what I'm going through, each day walking around with this brave, cocky look pasted on my face while inside I'm scared, scared to death of dying.

"What if this is it and there is no afterlife? What if your soul just rots away with your body? I'm just thirteen. I haven't even begun to live."

Harry quickly retrieved the Extendable Ears, wadded them into a ball and angrily threw them in the fire. Tears filled his eyes and his emotion ran the gamut. He was sad, angry, but mostly disgusted. Disgusted with himself for spying on his daughter and not trusting her, but even more appalled because he had valued his feelings above hers. His little girl was dying, but he was more worried about her growing up too fast; losing her virginity and no longer being Daddy's little girl.

Hermione had seen it, even Madam Pomfrey. These weren't two little kids experiencing puppy love. They were, beyond doubt, in love and from what Harry had overheard they were facing the situation in a much more mature way than he with his stupid Extendable Ears.

Harry wiped his eyes and knocked on Emily's door. "Emily, may please I speak with you and Tyler?"

"Can it wait a moment?" Emily asked, trying to gain her composure.

"No! I have something important to tell you and I need to do it now before I have second thoughts," Harry declared.

Emily gave Tyler a bemused look and shrugged her shoulders before grabbing his hand and heading for the door.

"Take a seat," Harry said indicating the Chesterfield to Emily and Tyler as he took a seat across from it

Emily sat down next to Tyler. Then looked lovingly at her Dad and got back up. She went over to Harry's chair and without warning flopped herself onto his lap.

"I'm not going to be able to do this much longer," she said dejectedly, "and I don't want you to ever forget your little girl."

It was all Harry could do to contain his tears. He hugged Emily closely and his daughter returned the embrace with interest.

Harry cleared his throat. "What I'm about to tell you must stay a secret? If word got out, there would undoubtedly be an investigation resulting in good people being hurt. You can tell Jamie and Caitlin, but no one else."

"What about Kim?" Emily pleaded. "She's my best friend and almost family."

Harry reconsidered. "Okay, you may tell Kim, but no one else and you must make her swear to not breathe a word."

Emily and Tyler both nodded their consent.

"I'm just going to make a factual statement," Harry said. "Please don't ask me any questions or prod for details. The less you know about the when, where, how and why the better."

Harry took a deep breath. This was turning out to be harder than he had imagined and Emily sitting unclothed on his lap wasn't making it any easier. "I know you both have learned in class about the magical gene that acts as an alarm and notifies the Ministry if any girl under fifteen engages in sexual intercourse."

Emily and Tyler both nodded and exchanged meaningful glances. They assumed that they were about to receive a lecture about sex. What didn't make sense was why a sex sermon had to be kept secret.

"The consequences of having underage sex are extremely severe," Harry continued, "and there are no exceptions and no appeals."

Emily and Tyler again nodded. They, unfortunately, were well aware that they would never be able to engage in sexual intercourse.

"That gene has been neutralized in Emily."

Neither Emily nor Tyler spoke, they momentarily just stared at each other in disbelief. Finally Emily said, "Does that mean what I think it means?"

"It means that if you and Tyler had a physical relationship, there would be no alarm tipping off the Ministry," Harry clarified. "You would, however, still be breaking wizard law concerning underage sex. If the Ministry were informed and the information verified you would still receive the same punishment. Not only that, but anyone aware of your transgression and that did not report it to the Ministry would be considered an accomplice."

"Dad, I'm confused," Emily said. "I know you won't clarify how this all came to be, but will you explain one thing?"

"That depends."

"Why did you tell us?" Emily asked. "Are you warning us not to have sex or are you telling us that it's okay?"

"Neither. I'm giving you the option. As much as I'd like you to remain my little girl forever, that's impossible. Worse, I can't do anything to prevent what seems to be your inevitable demise. I feel helpless. All I can do is tell you how much I love you, apprise you of your options and warn you to be extremely cautious."

Harry reached for his wand and touched it gently to Emily's vulva while muttering a brief incantation. He kissed Emily's cheek. "That only last 24 hours. You best talk to your Mum tomorrow about a long lasting potion."

Emily returned her father's kiss, and then rose from his lap. "It's been a rather wearisome day," she said. "Do you mind if Tyler and I turn in for the night?"

"No," Harry said giving her a weak smile and biting his lip. "Why don't you and Tyler sleep in Jamie's room? Her bed is much bigger and far more comfortable than your twin size."

"Thanks Dad," Emily said mystified. "And Dad, just for the record, I'll always be your little girl."

Harry's teary eyes followed Emily into Jamie's room until there was a click and then he sat silently staring at the closed door. After several minutes he decided that he too would turn in, obviously Hermione and Caitlin had gotten caught up in the events of the day and were running late.

Just as he was about to head for bed, the outer door flew open and Caitlin loped into the room followed closely by Hermione.

"How was your trip?" Harry asked.

"Fine," Caitlin answered quickly, chucking off her shoes and other apparel. "It feels so good to get out of these clothes. Where are Emily and Tyler? In our room?"

"No, they're in Jamie's room, but you can't ...."

Caitlin didn't bother to find out what she couldn't do; she was too eager to tell Emily about her day.

"Why didn't you want Caitlin to go in Jamie's room?" Hermione questioned.

"I was concerned that Tyler and Emily might be doing something," Harry said, hedging the question.

"Something like what?" Hermione asked, suspicious.

"Suppose you tell me about your day first and then I'll fill you in on happenings on the home front."

"Sounds like a plan," Hermione agreed. "But before we do anything, I have to get out of these confining clothes."

* * * * * *

Emily jumped with a start when the door banged open.

"Why are you guys sleeping in here?" Caitlin asked, hurrying into the room. "I can't believe that Dad is allowing you to sleep in the same bed. He must have gone senile."

Before either Emily or Tyler could even begin to embark on an explanation, Caitlin rattled on. "Slide over and make room for me. I can't wait to tell you about my day."

Tyler was stunned to suddenly find himself positioned between two very attractive, very naked young girls. Caitlin, on the other hand, seemed completely unfazed by the arrangement.

"Mum and I Apparated to London and then took an International Portkey to Orlando. I thought for sure that I was going to puke. I've never been much of a fan of Side Along Apparition, but the Portkey was even worse. It takes forever to cross the Atlantic Ocean and there were six other people using this particular Portkey. We kept banging into each other and then my landing was terrible. Mum, of course, made a perfect soft landing on her feet. I ended up entangled with a ten-year-old boy; my skirt flung high above my waist and his head wedged between my legs. He didn't seem to mind at all, but his mum had a fit. She called me all sorts of nasty names for not wearing knickers.

"Anyway, after we checked through customs, we went to meet up with my Dad. None of us knew what the other looked like, so we had prearranged a meeting place. Emily, I can't wait for you to see him. I swear, he looks like a movie star. I wouldn't think twice about having sex with him." She dithered. "Well, yes I would. He's way too old for me and besides he's my Dad and that's just icky, but other than that he's gorgeous; even Mum thinks, so."

"He took us to lunch and then for a quick tour of Orlando. He's really nice."

"Did he ever explain what happen? Why he left your mother?" Emily inquired.

"It was entirely my Granddad's doing. He distrusted my Dad because he was poor. Granddad thought that he was only interested in my Mum because she was rich. One day when he came to pick my Mum up for a date, the manor was empty. He even peeked in the windows, but there wasn't a soul about. Dad clams that he searched for months, but couldn't find any trace of my Mum or her parents. It was as if they had all just disappeared."

"The Fidelius Charm," Tyler blurted out. " It's an immensely complex spell, but even if your grandfather wasn't capable of performing it, he had the wherewithal to hire someone else to do it for him."

"I thought of that," Caitlin replied, "but why wouldn't my Mum see him at the door or when he peeked in the window?"

"What if your Grandfather had the charm placed on your Dad, as well? Emily suggested. "He was a Muggle and probably wouldn't even be aware of it."

"That's it," Caitlin agreed excitedly. "I bet that's what he did. If they were both under separate Fidelius Charms, they could pass within inches of each other and never be aware of the other's presence." Caitlin shook her head despondently. "I always loved Granddad. It's difficult to believe that he could do something so horrible, but it's the only logical explanation. Dad's great, he would never have deserted my Mum."

"Are you going to see him again?" Emily asked.

"I hope so," Caitlin answered, "and soon. Dad wants me to spend some time with him during the Christmas holiday, just him and I so that we can really get to know each other. Mum says I have to get Dad's approval first." Caitlin laughed. "Having two Dads could get complicated. I have to get Dad's approval in order to visit Dad over the holidays."

Emily and Tyler both chuckled at this.

"But what about Christmas and the Yule Ball?" Emily asked concernedly.

"I'll be here for both," Caitlin assured her. "Dad wants us to become close, but he understands that you guys will always be my family. The plans are that I'd spend Christmas here and then Portkey to Orlando on Boxing Day. Dad is going to take me to Disney World. I'd spend five days with him and then Portkey back for the Ball."

"By the way, did Mum tell you? It's going to be a masked ball."

"A what?" Tyler asked disgustedly. "Do you mean we have to wear stupid costumes like at Halloween?"

"I already have my new dress robes picked out," Emily protested. "What about poor Claudia? She was so looking forward to wearing the robes you gave her."

"She still can," Caitlin clarified. "I said a masked ball, not a costume ball. At a masked ball you still wear dress robes and gowns, you simply wear a mask to hide your identity until midnight."

"But what if you're intending to go with someone special," Emily questioned.

"You cheat, of course," Caitlin replied. "Show your date your gown ahead of time so that he can pick you out in the crowd. "Of course, if you and I were to go naked Tyler and Evan wouldn't have much trouble finding us even with our faces masked."

"You are joking, aren't you?" Tyler asked apprehensively. "You guys aren't actually considering going to the Ball starkers. You'd be expelled."

"She's just joking," Emily said, giving Tyler a hug, "but I wish we could go unclothed. I'd be so much more at ease." Emily faltered. "Caitlin, make sure that Mum and Dad bury me nude. If there is an afterlife, I want to enter it the same way I entered this life."

Neither Caitlin nor Tyler commented. It was difficult to talk about Emily dying.

Caitlin cleared her throat. "You guys never did explain to me how you managed to get Dad to allow you to sleep in the same bed."

"You didn't give us time to get a word in edgewise," Emily replied sheepishly. "Actually it was Dad's idea. I think he expected Tyler and me to make love."

"He what?" Caitlin exclaimed. "But you guys are underage. What about the magical gene that snitches you out to the Ministry? He certainly can't want you taken away from Mum and him especially with you ..." Caitlin couldn't finish the sentence.

"You have to swear not to tell a soul, but Dad just informed Tyler and I that the gene that triggers the alarm has been neutralized in me. He wouldn't say how, but I have a good idea."

"That means that you guys can do it," Caitlin screamed excitedly. Then her face turned ashen. "Please tell me that you weren't doing it when I barged in here."

"With Dad in the next room?" Emily said, aghast. "I could never do that. I think it must have been really hard for him to tell me. You know, a conflict between him allowing me to do something that would make me happy and him losing me as his little girl."

"How does the fact that you have sex make him lose you," Caitlin questioned.

"I think it's a dad/daughter kind of thing. Many people feel that when you lose your virginity you become a woman and are no longer daddy's little girl. Dad loves us both very much and doesn't want to lose his little girls. In my case it's going to happen no matter what and he knows that being with Tyler in that special way will mean a lot to me. He's making a sacrifice. In order to make me happy, he's giving up his little girl."

"You know, I should go," Caitlin said feeling guilty.

"There is no reason for you to go anywhere," Emily said with conviction. "Tyler and I are excited that we'll be able to be intimate, but we want it to be a special private moment. Having sex with Mum and Dad in the next room and you just down the hall would make it seem dirty and perverted."

Caitlin nodded her understanding. "I guess we could always have a threesome," Caitlin joked. "It would give Tyler something to brag about."

"Don't you wish," Emily said, hitting Caitlin with a pillow. "I'm afraid that Tyler will just have to be content with literally sleeping with two girls, won't you, Tyler."

"I didn't say anything," Tyler pleaded. "Don't put me in the middle of this."

"Oh! But you are in the middle," Emily said devilishly, "and there are two of us and only one of you."

Thoughts of sex and dying were temporarily tossed aside as the three friends engaged in a no holds barred tickling and pillow fight before finally falling asleep innocently intertwined.

* * * * * *

"How did it go?"

"Need you ask? They loved me, of course."

"What's the next move?"

"She's going to visit me over the holidays. You and I, my love, are one heartrending 'accident' away from being rich beyond our dreams."


End of Chapter Nine


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