Parselenic

Sadism

Sadism

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Paraselenic
Sadism / the gaining of pleasure from causing physical or mental pain

"I'm off to bed, guys," he said with a faked yawn.

From the common room couch, where she had been coyly flirting with Dean, Ginny pouted. "It's early, Harry! We all just barely got settled in!"

Harry gave the youngest Weasley an apologetic smile. "I didn't get much rest last night, having to adjust to Ron's deafening snores again."

The rest of the group, which included a few of Ginny's year mates as well as Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil, laughed at Ron's expense, and Harry received a face full of pillow for his effort. He grinned at Ron and tossed the pillow back at the redhead. They had all congregated in the Gryffindor common room to relax, deciding to spend their first real night back together. Thankfully, the homework load was less on the first day, though people who had had Potions already had a hefty essay to complete.

"Prat, I'm not that bad," Ron complained. "Neville snores louder!"

"Yeah, but Neville learned the put up a silencing charm over his bed years ago," Dean joined in.

Harry needed to get away if he was going to get out the window unseen and away from the castle, as the other boys would soon be going to bed. He broke into the familiar camaraderie. "G'night, all! I'll see you in the morning."

Hermione waved distractedly from within her Transfiguration textbook, and everyone else gave varying goodbyes. Harry gave another yawn for effect before trudging up the stairs, tapping his robe pocket to be sure the Regression and Reversion potions were in place. It would be too dangerous for Harry Potter to risk being seen anywhere near Riddle Manor, not to mention that Harry would be damned if he would try to conduct a meeting while looking like a sixteen year old.

Arriving in his dorm, he quickly yanked the curtains around his bed shut and cast a locking spell over them. He didn't want anyone to find him absent, so it was better if they were suspicious of him locking his drapes. After changing his school robes for a heavy cloak, Harry pulled his old Firebolt and Invisibility Cloak out of his trunk and unlatched the window, shivering the smallest bit as the chilly night air wafted in. With a last glance around the room he hopped onto his broom and soared into the night, heading towards the edge of the anti-apparition wards.

Behind him, sleepy hazel eyes blinked rapidly at the window, wondering just where Harry was going that late at night.

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Harry wiped his watering eyes with the back of his hands, willing away the stinging prickles that the Reversion potion had invoked. Reversion, while not nearly as painful as the Regression was, still hurt like a bitch. He stood slowly and shuddered, trying to clear his head of the echoes of the roaring pain; he was suddenly very glad that he didn't do this often. Adding to the pain was the extreme tightness of his clothing, now. He'd forgotten to take into account the size difference. He had gone from bigger to smaller last time, so this had not been an issue. Now Harry struggled to move and cursed the fact that he had worn one of the few pairs of pants that actually fit his sixteen year old body that day.

The shadows of the forest outside Hogsmeade gave him total privacy anyway, so Harry threw off his heavy cloak and stripped out of his clothing, glad to find that he hadn't ruined his trousers in the transformation. After emptying the pockets, he sighed and shrunk them along with his invisibility cloak, glasses, and his phoenix feather wand. Stuffing them into the cloak pockets, he was glad to at least have boxers on as he pulled the cloak over his shoulders and used a spell to hold the front shut.