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Aegon Targaryen, Seventh Floor – Hogwarts.

“You don’t look surprised by young Longbottom’s discovery,” Aegon said with a frown, unable to hide the reproach in his voice as he calmly walked beside Headmistress Dumbledore.

The elderly witch remained completely silent, her frown dominating her entire face as the two walked toward the location indicated by the signal from the phylactery inside the castle.

The artifact had been a success, locating, much to the young Dragon’s surprise, two of the soul anchors inside the castle. One of them, apparently, was hidden somewhere within the castle itself, in some room on the Seventh Floor, while the other—

“I had my suspicions. After Frank and Alice Longbottom’s deaths, I expected the Dark Mark to disappear completely. However, I know from a reliable source that, although weakened, Lady Voldemort was still alive. There aren’t many things capable of evading death,” the elderly woman confessed with a heavy sigh as they stopped directly in front of the point where the cursed object’s signal was strongest.

To Aegon’s disbelief, they were standing before a wall, which to someone without magical experience would have meant that the search had failed.

But neither Aegon nor Arianna were novices in the arcane arts.

“Does this place look familiar? Some hidden room or something of the sort?” the young Dragon asked curiously.

The Headmistress gave him no verbal answer, but Arianna Dumbledore stepped forward and began walking in front of the wall.

Aegon simply frowned and stepped backward, allowing the witch to do whatever she needed to do. The young Dragon watched silently as the woman walked past the wall three times, causing, to Aegon’s complete lack of surprise, a mysterious door to slowly appear.

It was… ancient and enormous, at least four meters tall, carved from wood and reinforced with iron. The wood was beautiful, decorated with masterfully carved dragons, lions, eagles, and serpents, and it was evidently enchanted.

“Curious defensive mechanism,” Aegon said admiringly as the doors swung open.

And if there had been any doubt regarding the nature of the room, it was completely dispelled the moment the young Dragon looked inside.

“Welcome to the Room of Requirement,” Ariana said solemnly and proudly, and in Aegon’s opinion, she had every right to be proud.

“By the Nine!” he whispered, stunned by what he saw.

Before the young Dragon stretched an immensity impossible to imagine, even in his wildest dreams. It was some kind of… enormous magical warehouse. Shelves, display cases, cabinets, and mountains of lost objects rose until they disappeared into a darkness so deep that he could not even make out the ceiling. Many of them appeared to be quite valuable.

“You’ve had all this sitting here collecting dust?” the young Dragon asked incredulously, making Ariana shrug.

“The Galleons, Knuts, and Sickles are collected for the school’s use, but the rest of the objects… are accumulations from thousands of students over hundreds of years, forgotten by time. Feel free to take whatever catches your attention,” the woman said as they entered and the magical door disappeared behind them.

Aegon simply nodded, his eyes moving around with curiosity and interest. There was everything. Dusty books, books Aegon would happily add to his personal collection, broken furniture, armor, instruments, paintings, toys, magical artifacts, and objects he could not even name were piled one on top of another. Some things floated slowly through the air; others emitted faint flashes, as though they still retained a spark of the magic that had touched them.

“It’s… fascinating. I can detect runic clusters, but… extremely complex ones, with millimetric precision. This place is fascinating…” Aegon whispered excitedly as he observed everything around him, while the Headmistress calmly nodded.

“It is, and feel free to explore it at your leisure, but for now… I believe our priority should be finding the cursed object,” Arianna said gently, making Aegon nod solemnly.

“You’re right. Give me a second,” the young Dragon said as he inhaled deeply and prepared the appropriate spell.

The young wizard’s hand began to glow as he prepared the Clairvoyance spell. Dark-blue arcane threads surrounded his hand while the Spectral Path appeared before both wizards, guiding them deeper into the enormous chamber and disappearing between two enormous piles of broken furniture and old books.

“That is where our objective is located,” Aegon said decisively, beneath Arianna’s inquisitive gaze as she studied the path of clairvoyance with the academic curiosity possessed by all great wizards.

“Fascinating! What is the nature of the spell? Is it perhaps some kind of attunement to the magic within objects? No, that would be far too complex and specific. This is something else… something much simpler but powerful… something connected to the…” the woman said before frowning and looking at Aegon, who was clearly surprised by her rapid deduction.

“It is not wise to meddle with matters of the soul, Lord Targaryen. That magic… is extremely volatile and dangerous,” the woman said disapprovingly as they began walking through the immense room.

Aegon merely looked at her and answered with complete calm.

“You sound like you speak from experience, Headmistress,” the young Dragon said, making the elderly witch frown, but before she could respond, Aegon continued.

“Besides, allow me to disagree with you. The study of soul magic is important, considering that it is a fundamental part of our connection to Aetherium. Refusing to study it out of fear is… imprudent and foolish,” Aegon said calmly, making Arianna respond immediately.

“The soul is extremely valuable and delicate, my Lord. It is not something that should be toyed with,” the woman insisted, making Aegon sigh heavily.

“This is not the time for an academic discussion about the soul and its relationship with the mystical arts. Let us focus on our mission,” Aegon said with a frown as he ventured deeper into the room.

Along the way, Aegon observed the ocean of possibilities before him. There was undoubtedly a fortune in knowledge hidden within this place.

He would have to explore it more carefully later, he thought as they continued walking in silence.

“Do you have any idea how we could separate Voldemort’s soul fragment from young Longbottom?” the woman asked extremely softly, as though merely asking the question caused the professor physical pain.

Aegon looked at her silently for several seconds before gently nodding, making the elderly witch look at him with surprise, followed by relief.

“There is. I will need some preparation time, but it is possible. My studies in Soul Magic will allow me to construct a kind of… bridge and enter Neville’s soul, allowing me to exterminate only the corruption attached to it,” Aegon said, making the elderly woman grimace with displeasure.

“That sounds like something… extremely dangerous and irresponsible. I cannot even imagine how you intend to accomplish something like that,” she confessed, making Aegon snort before responding.

“That is because, unlike me, you possess no knowledge of Soul Magic,” he said insolently, laughing softly at the professor’s irritated expression.

Their conversation was interrupted precisely when they reached a kind of display case.

Apparently, there was nothing strange or unusual about it, but Aegon had hunted enough Dark wizards to recognize the poisonous sensation of necromancy whenever it was nearby.

It was contained within a peculiar jewel resting upon a stone bust with an old, dusty wig. It was made of silver and forged in the shape of a beautiful eagle, crowned with a beautiful sapphire at its center. Engraved upon the exquisite metal was a phrase…

“Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure.”

Aegon repeated it aloud at the same time Professor Dumbledore gasped in surprise, staring at the beautiful jewel with unmistakable recognition in her eyes.

“By Morgana! It’s… Rowena Ravenclaw’s Diadem!” the woman said, staring at the object with obvious desire.

Aegon immediately intervened, his tone sharp.

“And also the cursed object we are looking for, so step back. I’ll handle this,” the young Dragon ordered as both his hands began glowing with different spells: the characteristic orange glow of telekinesis in his right hand, and the bluish-golden radiance belonging to the sacred flames of restoration magic.

With more effort than he had expected, betraying the cursed nature of the object, Aegon tore the diadem from the stone bust, making it tremble violently, as though merely being in Aegon’s presence was enough to torment it.

The young Dragon showed not a trace of mercy. His left hand illuminated with golden flames, and with determination, Aegon bathed the metal in arcane fire, completely enveloping it.

The response was immediate. The diadem began trembling even more violently, while an inhuman scream assaulted the ears of both Aegon and Ariana.

The young wizard frowned, grunting with effort as dense black smoke began emerging from the metal, which was burning and twisting beneath the blessed flames.

A piercing scream of pain filled the chamber. Aegon maintained the flames, applying increasingly more magical power as the smoke took the shape of a female face, one quite familiar to Aegon.

It was the face of the woman he had exorcised when he arrived at Hogwarts several months ago, much older compared to the seventeen-year-old girl he had seen in the Chamber of Secrets, but… there was no doubt that it was the same person.

“You have profaned this plane for far too long. I cast you out, abomination!” Aegon declared, increasing the power of his spell and surrounding the black mist with golden flames, causing the abomination to howl in agony.

Aegon watched impassively as the sapphire within the diadem finally yielded to his relentless assault, splitting in two as the entire jewel was completely scorched, allowing the golden flames to consume the black mist and, with it, the remnant of the dark witch’s soul responsible for creating such an abomination.

Little by little, Elizabeth Riddle’s screams and curses began losing their strength, until finally… the voice of one of the most dangerous dark witches of recent times in Europe simply stopped.

Aegon ended both spells, panting heavily with sweat covering his body as the charred remains of the priceless jewel fell inertly to the floor with a dull thud, bringing the matter to an end.

Aegon slowly recovered his breath while Professor Ariana knelt beside the destroyed object, moving her wand elegantly and murmuring to herself without stopping.

“The corruption is completely gone…” Ariana whispered in surprise before looking toward Aegon with questioning eyes.

“How did you do it? Those flames… they resemble nothing I have ever seen before,” the Headmistress asked with extreme curiosity.

Aegon simply shrugged and answered.

“Soul Magic,” he said, laughing aloud when he saw the witch’s frown at his answer.

The witch sighed heavily before levitating the remains with her wand and looking at Aegon again.

“I will take care of securing this putrid artifact, my Lord. May I assume you have some idea what to do about the fragment of soul within young Neville’s scar?”

Aegon nodded solemnly before answering.

“I do… I will need some preparation, but I am quite confident that I can exorcise the soul without harming young Longbottom,” Aegon stated confidently, making the Headmistress nod solemnly.

“I trust your abilities, my Lord. If you will excuse me… I have much to think about,” the Headmistress said as she levitated the remains of the diadem and stared at them solemnly.

Aegon simply nodded as a sphere of blue magic completely enveloped his body, making him disappear from the room and travel toward his workshop in Grimmauld Place.

He would explore the Room of Requirement more carefully when the time came, but for now…

He had a red-haired witch to discipline.

Lily Evans, Aegon’s Workshop – Grimmauld Place.

“You’re fucked, Evans. Hahaha. Oh, Merlin, I hope Aegon lets me watch your punishment,” Bellatrix said with a small giggle as she watched Lily prepare herself for her reprimand.

“Narcissa mentioned that our Master was researching disciplinary enchantments in the Black Library. You know, those spells Lords use with their rebellious concubines, lightning whips, magical restraints, and all sorts of wicked devices… Oh, you have a long night ahead of you!” exclaimed the mad Black Maiden, lost in her own fantasy and undoubtedly wishing Lord Aegon would use such enchantments on her.

The redhead frowned but did not dare answer, knowing perfectly well that she had messed up, put herself in danger, and thrown Aegon’s megascope out of calibration.

Lily still remembered the moment she had awakened in her room, thanks to Andromeda’s care, beneath Aegon’s icy gaze.

Flashback.

“You’ve lost a lot of blood, Lily. I don’t know what project you’re working on, but it is important that you take the appropriate precautions. This cannot happen again,” Andromeda said firmly as she moved her wand over the exhausted redhead’s body.

Lily was far too tired to respond, but Aegon answered in her place.

“Do not worry, Lady Andromeda. I will make sure Lady Lily understands the gravity of her actions. You need not concern yourself with that,” Lily’s Master said, observing her with those cold, heavy eyes and causing the redhead to look away in shame at the consequences of her recklessness.

Andromeda simply nodded and answered.

“I will speak with Sirius about purchasing Lily’s treatment. If you will excuse me,” the eldest daughter of House Black said before leaving the room and leaving Lily and Aegon alone.

The redhead could only blush in embarrassment, opening her mouth to try to say something.

“Aegon, I…”

Alas, the young Dragon apparently had no patience for her.

“Silence,” he snapped, his voice calm but icy, and Lily immediately obeyed, closing her mouth and lowering her gaze in complete submission.

“I will not ask why you did it. That is quite clear. But I thought you were intelligent enough not to interfere with an object you neither understood nor controlled. Apparently, I was mistaken,” he said calmly, filling the redhead with shame.

“I… I’m sorry for what happened,” Lily said cautiously, making Aegon nod calmly as he caressed Lily’s face.

“I know. But that is no excuse for the tremendous stupidity you committed. I gave you my word that I would reunite you with Harry. Why did you disobey my orders?” Aegon asked with a frown, making Lily look away sadly.

“It has… been too long, my Lord. Knowing that I could speak with my beloved Harry… it was too great a temptation,” the redhead confessed, making Aegon nod softly as he gently caressed Lily’s face, causing the redhead to close her eyes and lean into his hand.

Until…

“AHHHHG!”

The redhead cried out, followed by an involuntary guttural moan, as Aegon firmly took hold of her beautiful red hair, sending a painful yet overwhelming sensation through Lily’s body.

Aegon leaned toward the redhead’s neck and kissed it slowly, leaving Lily trembling beneath his attention.

“You will be reprimanded, Lily. I will make certain that you understand that you now belong to House Dragon,” he declared, his tone dominant and uncompromising.

“And that you understand that you now belong to me.”

After those words, Lily’s vision turned white, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment, making it clear that the Dragon had awakened.

Flashback End.

At the mere thought of those words, Lily’s magical core trembled completely, knowing perfectly well that Aegon would make certain she understood the consequences of her actions that night.

And although she knew pleasure would eventually come, the redhead understood that before that, she had to atone for her mistake through discipline.

And speaking of discipline…

“OH, HERE HE IS!! He’s arrived!” Bellatrix cried excitedly as both witches watched the sphere of blue magic appear in the center of the workshop, heralding the Dragon’s arrival.

Lily hurried toward the center of the workshop, her long red hair falling over her shoulders, illuminated by crimson flashes from the magical gems lighting Aegon’s workshop.

Her face conveyed an almost supernatural serenity, while her black robe embraced her figure like a second skin, although it had been designed less for modesty than for provocation, commissioned by Bellatrix to inspire desire and temptation in Lily’s Master. Delicate scarlet dragons were embroidered across the fabric.

The dragon medallion rested against her chest, glowing with increasing intensity, eager for the return of the Dragon House’s Archon, while the sphere disappeared completely, revealing Aegon, his brow furrowed and his intense gaze focused on Lily.

Both Lily and Bellatrix bowed submissively as Lily stepped forward and spoke.

“Welcome, my Lord. I… AHHHG!”

Lily’s greeting was interrupted by a gesture from Aegon, forcing her to kneel in the room as a runic circle, constructed from the strange runes endemic to Aegon’s world, appeared around the redhead, keeping her subdued before her Lord.

“Bellatrix, remove your robes. You will assist me in disciplining Lily,” Aegon ordered in an icy tone, making the redhead shudder while the dark-haired witch trembled with excitement.

Aegon’s own robes slowly disappeared, leaving him exposed before the hungry gazes of Lily and Bellatrix, both of them drooling at the sight of his huge and angry cock.

“Are you ready for your punishment?” he asked, a dominant smile crossing his face as Bellatrix knelt behind Lily and began assisting with her punishment.

“Oh, Evans… you have a long night ahead of you!” Bellatrix whispered with evident satisfaction.

Lily could not help trembling as Aegon firmly took hold of her hair, his control unmistakable, while a whip made of magic and lightning emerged from his hand, a spell apparently familiar to Bellatrix, who gasped excitedly before whispering:

“THE ETHERIAL SCOURGE!”

Bellatrix purred with excitement as the magical construct moved by itself around Lily’s body like a living serpent, making the redhead tremble completely.

And suddenly…

“AHHHHHHG!”

Lily cried out, shuddering as the magical scourge struck her breast, sending pain through her body while leaving her overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensation. She trembled completely before looking pleadingly toward Aegon, who merely spoke a single word.

“One.”

He raised the scourge again, with the same result.

Lily cried out, trembling beneath the punishment while the spell left no lasting marks upon her skin, only the sensation of having been disciplined.

Lily could not help smiling. She was being punished, but even now, Aegon made certain not to cause her permanent harm.

Lily moaned softly as she watched Aegon raise the scourge again, preparing the next strike…to her surprise eagerness, loving the pain his strikes caused on her body.

When it happened.

The workshop illuminated with an emerald glow as a mysterious portal of the same color manifested directly behind Aegon. He appeared familiar with this magic, turning toward the mysterious portal in surprise before his expression transformed into immense joy.

And then… a woman emerged, someone familiar to the red-haired woman.

“CIRI!” the young Dragon roared radiantly as the beautiful and ethereal wife of Aegon emerged, dressed in armor straight out of a fantasy novel, completely covered in blood and carrying in one hand… the head of a beast unknown to Lily.

“AEGON!” the beautiful woman cried joyfully, casually dropping the head before focusing on the scene before her.

Lily blushed, trying to stand, but the runic circle at her feet kept her kneeling on the floor, beneath the amused and intrigued gaze of her Master’s wife.

“Oh, darling. I see you’ve been having fun,” the princess purred, approaching Lily and gently caressing her cheek.

The redhead simply swallowed.

The night… had only just begun.