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Felis Noctis (Harry Potter Fanfic) chapter 3.1

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The night was short, but still a little relaxing. Professor McGonagall remembers what happened a few hours before. Shame and doubt rise in her.

"What happens to me? I'm a teacher and no ... I do not even know what.", Professor McGonegall somewhat frustrated.

She gets up and goes to the bathroom. There she lets some water into the basin and wipes her face with both hands. It is unpleasant cold. But even if it can not dispel their doubts, she is now at least really awake. She washes herself and makes herself ready for the day despite the early hour. She has no appetite, but constantly changing thoughts.

"Still three hours until the school starts!", Professor McGonagall somewhat surprised.

"Then I'll go for a tour, maybe he'll give me another thought.", She thinks when leaving her room.

It is still dark and quiet. In contrast to the noise of the day really relaxing, as she finds. She takes her away through the same paths and halls that have been known over the years. Nothing has changed in all these years. Neither the spirits in the paintings, the walls, nor the prejudices and rules. Everything is as always. Even though she was so fine and so far, this thought sobered her now. She quietly continues her round, just interrupted by two conversations with other teachers who are somewhat surprised to see her on tour. But it is quickly found a credible explanation and the conversation ended. Her walk takes her to the door where Hermione is sleeping. She stops and thinks:

"Oh, Miss Granger. Your youth. Eveningly, open to new and lively. Right now subjected even your hormones and therefore often reckless. Then they manage to maneuver me into something like yesterday.", She can not believe it by herself.

She continues the route and comes after an hour tour to an open arcade of the school. At the middle of the corridor she sits down under one of the arches and looks away from the school. The sun is slowly rising, but still it is so dark that most of the stars are visible.

"Elphinstone why? Why do you have to leave me so early and leave me alone? Only three years we had. Three meager years. I have had a passable career since then. But what gave it to me?", she saddens.

She starts thinking about her time. Much has happened and much has been achieved. The look in the stars gives her, unfortunately, no answers, so she must rummage in the past. Always usually aware when they deemed it right. Strict but fair to the pupils. Your work in the Order or the Ministry. Everything important and meaningful, but the knowledge is:

"What did it bring me? I'm alone! No man, no children. Many colleagues and acquaintances. Many students, but still .....?", You whisper so quietly before you, stops.

Your much Crookshanks a, of her so many nights gave the feeling of being part of something. What brings more than success. Something that could have continuance, if one would allow it and accept it.

"I'm already starting to see a cat as a partner. ... Was not he? It was just, he was subject to no rules. He was silent because anyway nobody can talk to a cat. Even if I was for him only a willing pussy and not directly to him, the hours were beautiful and sexually least fulfilling.", the Professor Melancholic.

The hours up there pass quickly and she watches the coming of the students and teachers. Daughters, sons, fathers and mothers. All as they go there, just like Hermione.

"Does the child have managed to bring stagger into my perfect world. This precocious and Inteligente girl. A bit naive despite their knowledge. But so are they. ... An ideal world? Is she so ideal? Would I sit here if she were ideal? Would I pity myself then? Or did she just wake me up with her curiosity and adventure?"

Questions about questions ask herselves, but few answers. Only one thing is clear to her until such time as she makes her way to class.

"I am lonely. So many people, but still lonely and without love.", The professor sobered.

This morning has consequences, all notice their rest. One lesson hour after another passes away, and in all she watches the children. Many dreams of career, becoming a powerful wizard or witch, this one or what will they become. But the fewest are clear that the price is likely to be you. An aging severity witch who ekes out their lives in a school. Day and night. Alone in a room and office. The realization is painful. All the years she has lived her life but has not experienced it.

"All the pleasures I have not experienced. The children I've never seen growing up. The grandchildren I will never have. All the little moments of happiness or small disasters they come to mommy and daddy and be monsters under the bed.", She thinks, after school, on the way to her office.

"There you are Minerva again. At home.", her gaze passed from the door through the room.

Countless times she has walked in and out, has inspected work, imposed penalties and done something else without feeling uncomfortable. But today, after about half a day, she was with Hermione, this room is almost as frightening and cold as a Dementor. She walks slowly to her desk and sits down. Again the same picture. Everything so familiar and accustomed, but now cold and dreary. After a few minutes of pondering, her gaze falls on the magic-backed drawer. The wand is curled and unlocked quickly. She opens it and finds her treasure, one of which has many wizards.

"The book with my secret spells. How long have I not had that in my hands. Even in the desk it is dusty.", She a little disbelieving.

She wipes it off, opens it, and recalls. So many spells they could already use without it anybody noticed. At first even a few times for your own pleasure. Now their remembrance falls again to Hermione.

"I told the little one that the sex changes are possible. But that was my secret, which nobody knows me. Ah Minerva. What happened to you? ", Professor McGonagall at a clueless as she sits at the table.

Their minds are now circling around Hermione, this youthful girl, unbroken and unfamiliar.

"Often enough, she has gotten into trouble with Harry and Ron and mastered things that even our trained magicians would have tasted." At the thought, she shudders and a little fear rises.

Normally understandable, but still strange to them. For it was different than usual. The fear was more personal, more intimate. Again a new mystery which opens to you. As if she did not have enough open questions.

"What did this girl do to me?" McGonagall a bit helpless.

Her gaze goes back to the magic book, with a few rows of spells of different animals and beings. Also some other categories. Eigendlich not necessary to note all because the only difference to the normal formula is the same everywhere. But professors are meticulous and careful.

"Monkey and here wolf. Or something bigger than a cat. Hermione, she could be my daughter and when I so hear something. Oh, what a curiosity.", She was amusing.

"But quite understand ... ... daughter? ... daughter? ... I'm not doing about ...? Do I project emotions on her?", McGonagall irritates and disbelieving.

A confusing thought for her, almost shocking. For some time, she ponders about this theory, while the normal routine of the day is busy.

"Mother's feelings for Hermione? That would answer one or two questions. With the Magus, something like that had to happen. ... Well, what can I expect from an aging witch who is lonely, has no husband, no sex and therefore no children. She is looking for the next best cat and ... the rest I know. Sure someone so inwardly yearns for more. Someone is like her and awakens feelings of motherhood and brings sexual curiosity with her. "

This cognition is like a revelation of which you have already noticed in all the years in which one or the other is wise. But stress and all the problems often leave little time for realizing this.

"What am I doing now, I have already opened the Pandora's box. I can finish it, but it could also be dangerous to it for her. For, if possible, she will experiment on her own and this can be very bad. Or, in the ideal case, only irritating and unpleasant. As I was with myself, when I was inexperienced and despite the training. Since I was also a little experimenting and curious. "

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"I'm gone, understood?", McGonagall to her colleague.

"In order. See you tomorrow again. Pleasant evening. "

She leaves her job and sets off for home. It is fresh and the air is damp. The temperatures for January are much too warm. The trails are a bit wet from the rain, a few hours earlier. As usual at that time, bustle on the trails, even out of town. In the quiet step, she approaches her goal. After a good third of the way, she has reached the first stage and turns right, directly into the forest. It's a rather normal forest, not like at Hogwarts. This is not so densely overgrown that one holds the day for night. You can also find wolves and other normal wild animals here. Its soil is only slightly damp due to the rain. McGonagall looks around after about Thousand and five hundred feet as a precaution and then transforms into a wolf. First, the nose goes to the ground and does its job.

"Nothing! A lot of odors but not what I'm looking for."

Meters by meters, she sniffs through the forest. In some places she runs some time to make fresh traces. Well, she looks for a three-and-a-half hour until she finds something.

"Ah, a fresh trace. It took a long time. Mmm Male Probably, but also a Female Traveled. Very similar. Probably siblings. Mmm see, here weaker, since weaker and here ... just right. This direction."

She follows the track for a quarter of an hour until she suddenly stops.

"What is it?" McGonagall irritates.

She looks down to her right paw.

"Paw? ... This smell! ... ", McGonagall irritates

"Rustle? ... drops? ... What is that feeling on the butt? ... Oh no. No! Not all at once. This is too much."

She walks without orientation without orientation and waits. Until she falls to the ground after a moment.

"Damn it. Why did not I think of that? Concentrate Minerva! Concentrate on one thing. "She slightly desperate.

Rustle, footfall, footfall ...

She closes her eyes to at least block these impressions and breathe through her mouth to reduce the absorption of odors.

.. footfall, footfall.

It takes some minutes until she managed to get a little concentrate.

Footfall, footfall, rustle. ... footfall, footfall.

Still, she barely perceives anything about herself.

Footfall, footfall. ... footfall, footfall, rustle.

Despite the many noises she is hearing.

Footfall, footfall, hechel. ... Tapp, Tapp.

After about five minutes, she uses, as a first step, her smell to work one perception after another. She follows with her eyes the smell of her previously noticed.

"Female, wolf, but unlike the track I've found. Intense and extreme."

"Footfall, footfall. .. footfall, footfall, growling."

She follows the smell with her eyes closed. She curls on the floor.

"Stop, that's me! But why so different? "

Rasping ... growling.

"Now again Male Wolf, somewhat stronger. This must be the scent trail."

Sniffing, sniffing.

A few moments pass before her a realization comes.

"Of course, ovulation. Therefore I smell differently. This is surprising and interesting, but also a problem. Because in that case I can not do what I wanted to do, which would be too risky. I can prevent it in hindsight, but you do not have to provoke anything. ", She cautiously, while her head again moves forward slightly.

Sniffing, sniffing. ... pleasant snarling.

"Leave it! Away from my step. ... Stop, what ...?", Minerva growled irritably and now nervous.

She opens her eyes and discovers a wild wolf who is interested in her intimate area sniffed.

"This must be one of the two wolves I've smelled. Through the flood of impressions, I have not heard him come.", she thinks in shock.

Through the shock the problems are gone for the first time and the instincts and subconscious take over the important work. Therefore, she can concentrate on the situation. For a moment, she looks at the wolf anxiously and then jumps up. What he answered with irritated growls. Instinctively, she goes into a submissive attitude and backwards, stepping back slightly. The wolf follows her and sniffs them again interested. She watches him and always returns.

"This is a male wolf! This is not good! At least not according to the knowledge."

She watches him and can already see a small tip of his penis.

"Sure, he smiles at me. I riche welcoming as a holiday roast. Only in the sexual sense. Damn and the wolf instincts do not even have anything against it."

The game goes on for a few minutes. Sniffing, backing and growling. She also uses the opportunity to hold her nose closer to her opposite. She approaches him. When she stands parallel to him, she gently sniffs at him.

"Wild, male and blood. The blood must be of his last prey."

He also uses the opportunity to sniff her. She goes back and sniffs between his legs.

"Mmm stimulating and animalistic. Surprisingly pleasant. "She was pleasantly grumbling.

Pleasant tingling begins in her stomach. Shortly after, he walks away and she feels a paw on her hip. She looks around irritated.

"He wants to ascend and mate!" McGonagall was shocked.

She walks a few yards ahead and stops again to look around. He follows her calmly though a bit irritated. She is nervous and irritated again, since suddenly also a light demand comes up. The desire for offspring, for puppies.

"Damn it! That's why I came here, but not if it has a pregnancy as a consequence. How am I supposed to explain it to my colleagues?", Minerva frustrated.

Even this game goes on quite a while, ascending and escaping. Meanwhile, McGonagall has also discovered the wolf's sister in the distance. After ten more minutes, she stops.

"Damn, I can turn, but then they may attack me before I have my magic wand and flee? Perhaps the prospect of mating is the only thing that keeps him from attacking me, as I might be in his area. Congratulations Since you've got yourself into a nice situation Minerva.", She self-ironically.

She lifts her tail and lets him go. It does not take a blink of an eye until it bounces. She feels his weight on her hips and hind legs and his front legs beside her.

"Bring it behind you, Minerva. Then nothing like home and a means to prevent you from getting pregnant. ... But then I could at least try to enjoy it."

She turns her head back and sees him ascending to her. At first the first shocks and something pointed at her crotch. Some bumps and an ever greater penis Knocks against them, a little later he meets her vagina and penetrates under a somewhat unpleasant whine of her.

"Gently boy, gently. His penis is in it and becomes noticeably bigger. Strange feeling felt on his back, hip, on the sides and inside me."

She looks a little while the dog starts with strong bumps. She discovers his sister again, who is watching this happening at about ten meters away.

"I did not even notice that she was so close.", Minerva surprised.

She can feel his head with his mouth, which always bumps against her behind her neck. Just as his hind legs at each of his powerful surges that push his penis into it. Listening to his panting behind him, she can imagine what he has just got. Her head and gaze lowers as she is taken away from him. Their abdomen burns, but not because of pain, no because of the heat in which it is in shape. Since she has changed during human fertility, she is also a wolf. Her excitement rises slightly and not only this.

"I had to allow this act and now I'm mounted by him against my will, but nevertheless this idea arouses me a bit. Strange to feel it. To be taken from him though I did not want it that way. Yes, but not with this danger. But still strangely pleasant. It's so different. ", She confused.

She looks backwards, to his hips that tirelessly push his penis into her vagina. She sees only a part of him, yet the idea of how it must look from afar is strange.

"To see that as a human being would be nothing special for me. But now I'm in the body and standing here, as he comes closer to its climax. Then it's over and I can get away as quickly as possible. If I do that next time I should prepare better."

The feeling on her vagina becomes different intense and something is happening there.

"His limb, it gets even thicker? Amazing.", She surprised.

Only a little later his thrusts end.

"Oh no, I know what's coming now. His sperm. He's going to make me ... what's that?", She howles, uncomfortable and irritated.

"That draws, something happens in me. Get ready and get away. "She irritates.

But nothing happened. He remains on her back and not rühet itself. He still clings to her. She looks back to him, but he does not move, his companion is the silence itself. It takes a few minutes until she is too much and she tries to leave.

"Oa ... damn that's unpleasant. What's this? Why can not I get rid of it. And why does it hurt when I want to go away?", Both at this moment painfully yowling.

"I am glad that I can not really see myself at the moment. This must be embarrassing if someone knew that it was me. Inseminated by a wolf, during fertility. Minerva, how could you be so careless? Now my vagina and uterus are full of wolf sperm and maybe I'm even pregnant with a puppy. Bravo.", Then she looks back and still sees the wolf male on her back.

Minute by minute elapse until it suddenly descends from her. She is still sniffing at her vagina before she turns around in surprise and looks to him. She recognizes his penis and at the beginning of it a slight thickening. He dripped and dripped from seed, remnants of the seed he pumped into her. She shakes. Not with disgust but because of the whole situation.

"Finally free. It's over. Now get out of here, otherwise I might get really pregnant until I'm home. We've probably stuck well together for a quarter of an hour and who knows what he sprayed everything."

Shortly thereafter, she runs as if stung by the tarantula in the direction of home without turning around.

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"Miss McGonagall?"

"What?", She startled a bit.

"Where were they? I have several times knocked.", Her colleague to her.

"In the past. Old memories. Just as time passes and what you forget or repress.", Minerva thoughtfully as she looked at her colleague.

"True, but I'm glad about some of the memories that are being pushed out. There is ample bad among them.", The colleague to her.

"Yes, but it does not prevent them from coming back any time. What did they want? What did you want?", McGonagall curious.

"I'll bring the documents. You can read them again if you want."

"Okay, thank you.", McGonagall thoughtfully.

"What do you have? They are so concerned and thoughtful."

"As I said, some memories can come back and we are in a school. Only a situation or a student and then it comes back to memory. Or they become painfully aware of something they have been seeing all along.", McGonagall as she looks on her colleague.

"That does not sound pleasant. It has not happened to me so far. But how they look, they already.", Her colleague thoughtfully and curiously.

She is silent for a moment and then answers: "Yes, this morning and it was mildly sobering. I only say so much. Career is not everything, they live the life before it does live them over."

"That sounds like a bad memory. If they need someone to talk, they say it. I have time."

McGonagall looks straight at the desk, which is full of documents and all sorts of things. Then she answers thoughtfully.

"Thank you, but that's something I need to be clear on my own.", McGonagall soothing.

"In order. They know where to find me. Nice evening yet.", The colleague before she goes.

"I am here for you. Not heard for a long time. At least to me. I'm here for you. .... Hermione, right. What do I do with her now? I can not let it possibly endanger itself with self-experimentation. But what to do? Banning does not help. The topic is too interesting for someone of her age and puberty.", Minerva in thought.

And once again, the gaze falls on the book with its secret spells. She picks it up again and looks through the spells.

"Bonobo, wolf, deer, even werewolf and centaur, and more. Male and two-sex. And if I instruct you? ... so that she knows what's important and what she needs to look out for, what's dangerous and what to look for in sexuality. Especially if later, like many, she make such games as yesterday and two weeks ago. ... sex? Maybe I should give her some fun under supervision some times. That may prevent her from stupid things, in the direction. ... but I'm a teacher I'd have to ... Oh Minerva, yes you're a teacher, but that's why you deny sexuality as you've done before, or teach after bee and flower mentation? "She thinks uncertainly.

But the last sentence is also a bit strange for her, as she was so far more reticent on the subject. But that does not give them any real sense anymore.

"Boundaries, yes. But such gimmicks?"

McGonagal realizes why this enlightenment has so little effect and has been less and less effective over the years. The students just did not take the kind of education seriously anymore. And again a sobering realization.

"Oh dear, we're so smart Maguse, do not even see anything happening in our own eyes."

It is early evening and she is a little squat about how long she has spent time with brooding. But it is clear that this is not the last time. She makes a control round and then goes to bed early, where she falls asleep after further pondering and decisions.