Harry Potter: S*x Oriented Hogwarts

Warning - Lucifer, the Devil is Billions of years old. 

Hermione with multiple personalities, her character's real age during sexual intercourse is 18+

(Hermione - Blessed by Amenadiel, time works differently for her, she has already surpassed age of 18+)

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It was now nearing the End of August and Lucifer had told Hermione he'd be in Diagon Alley on the last day of the month to buy his new books.

As what he was doing at Granger's Residence was too great to take time off of, that needed his constant spell casting to blood ward off the place from any heavenly interference. 

Lucifer was flipping through pieces of his summer work, just to make sure he had gotten it all done correctly, while noticing Hermione's late night usual recap calls seemed to have halted, without any prior notice. 

He couldn't imagine why for that, the only reason it's magic starts to go haywire if the person you are making contact with is under a Fidelius charm. 

(It's not built to transfer a living being or a certain part either, Lucifer actually realised that a very painful way!)

Junior was quiet in a deadly health for days, Hermione thought it was really pitiful, even made fun of his weeping cock, promised to kiss the pain away. 

So, the only problem Lucifer could think of is that she'd most likely forgotten to power-up the item, with her blood, which needed to function properly after a certain period of time.

And, just like he previously thought Ron didn't write another letter to him, while talking about Ginny, she expressed not wanting to make her owl, Errol go for a long ride. 

Harry's disappearance was also a mystery, but he just thought something could have occurred with the Dursleys, or just didn't care about it much. 

Lucifer didn't either, he wasn't much close to other two anyway. 

He looked at his wand as it sat on the table beside all of the papers and books he had strewn out in front of him, “I have to do something about using their magic without breaking the law.....” Lucifer whispered under his breath. 

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When the Thirty-first had arrived, Lucifer had told Rowena he'd be back sometime later, and he left the window open so she could go do owl things, whatever those were. 

He grabbed some floo powder, stepped into the fireplace, bid Makima farewell for now, and said, 

"Leaky Cauldron!"

And tossed the powder downward. 

He was engulfed in a green flame and taken straight to the Leaky Cauldron, greeting Tom as he stepped out. 

He didn't see Hermione, Harry, or Ron, but he didn't really expect to. 

If anything they'd already be in Diagon Alley buying their supplies.

It was already approaching Noon, Lucifer was afraid he'd actually miss seeing Hermione, the mirror still wasn't giving any sign of light, he was now really sure, the girl forgot to power up the magic device. 

He hadn't gotten any of his books yet, which wasn't that big of a deal, but it would cause unnecessary distractions in the event they all already had their stuff. 

Lucifer could've made time to get his stuff sooner. He should've made the time. 

After putting a damper on his own mood, he sulkily walked around Diagon Alley, going into Madam Malkin's first to get his new robes, which took fifteen damn minutes. 

He then went and got his books from Flourish and Blotts, and when the owner asked him if he needed the book listed under Care of Magical Creatures.

Lucifer said he'd get it himself. After demonstrating to the shop owner that all you had to do was stroke the spine, it turned the book completely docile. 

He did put a binding charm on it, just in case.

He came across some wanted posters of a man named Sirius Black. 

Lucifer wondered why anyone would name their child Sirius was completely beyond him, it's not even a good joke.

He continued looking around, but to his dismay, he hadn't seen a familiar head of red hair, brown bushy hair, or untamed black hair. 

He mentally berated himself for not making time. 

He wouldn't see Hermione until he got to King's Cross.

Lucifer couldn't Apparate, yet, and any other form of magical transportation was out of the question. 

Using a point me spell, will require his wand to move around, that's going to create a huge problem with Ministry Underage laws. 

He was again fueled to get rid of the problem, this year somehow. 

Even his wings hadn't manifested itself yet, that Lucifer was sure he would get rid of the moment they did, but looking at his situation now, he was really having other thoughts. 

As he passed the Quidditch Shop, his eye caught a broom that he'd forgotten about because of Quidditch being canceled for the second half of the school year.

“The Firebolt..." Lucifer made up his mind immediately. 

He walked into the shop with his card, and came out with a new broom. 

He would keep his Nimbus Two-Thousand at Hogwarts for future years, just in case he couldn't use the Firebolt. 

He was not going to use the School's broomsticks, that was asking for losing a match. 

He put his Firebolt in his pouch he got in the mail, after being given a custom-order for days before, just like the trunk. 

This way, kept secret in the event he had to play in Harry's stead.

Lucifer began walking with heavy footsteps to Gringotts, renew his card, still on the search for his girlfriend. 

He was slowly losing hope on seeing her today, and felt like he was going mad.

On his way back into Diagon Alley from the bank, he was almost blindsided by some new looking soon-to-be First Years, the likes of which were running from their friends in a game of tag, possibly Wizards Tag.

Lucifer didn't know if that was a thing. 

The point was, they almost knocked him over. 

He felt a quick flash of anger. 

Nothing came about it, he'd have been angry no matter how old the person or people who almost knocked him over were, “Damn children...”

It was nearing one o'clock in the afternoon by this point and he resigned to just sit at Florean Fortescue's. 

Lucifer didn't even order any ice-cream, he was mainly just tired of the whole day, "Ya gonna buy somethin'?" Florean asked him.

“I'll be gone in a minute, just needed to rest my feet...” he responded dejectedly.

He honestly didn't know why this was affecting his psyche so much. 

Lucifer leaned forward and ran his hands through his hair, staring down at the table his elbows currently rested on.

He stood up, feeling suddenly drained mentally and physically. 

The whole month of creating blood wards and its magical barriers that surrounded it, and the lack of moving very far or very much at all was causing him to be more tired than usual. 

He wouldn't let his physical state become this ever again.

Lucifer started the decently long walk back to the Leaky Cauldron, walking more slowly than usual on the off chance he ran into Hermione before he left. 

He had told her this would be the day he'd be at Diagon Alley, and yet, he knew he was in the wrong because he never told her what time he'd be there, "Stupid... so stupid..." he said quietly to himself.

He entered the Leaky Cauldron and walked over to the Fireplace, grabbing some Floo Powder.

“Lux,” Lucifer spoke clearly, despite how his voice sounded. He honestly just wanted to forget the day even happened.

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