This story is set in the Nobles and Clones universe (see previous thread, right near the top) WOW it has been a long time since I have done anything explicitly set there! If you have read those, you’re all caught up!



Justine Rowling stood on the ramparts of her castle, watching the new ‘class’ arriving. The great X16 granddaughter of the legendary author JK Rowling, Justine had been born into a family that had mostly gotten sick of being asked ‘Harry Potter this’ and ‘Harry Potter that’ and being expected to embrace to pop culture phenomenon. Most of her family hated talking about it, they were just so tired of it being all-consuming. Justine actually had to download the books, there were no copies of the series in her home. As a child, she had read all 7, watched all of the movies…..and unlike the rest of her family, Justine became a Potterhead to rival any of the other nerds.

She loved the stories. She cheered when the students won, wept when they suffered. She loved the stories, but she couldn’t figure out why her famous ancestor had made the characters endure so much, lose so much along the way, it made no sense to her. To try to understand it, she had acquired a sweet little 10yo Clone of Emma Watson. She had dressed the munchkin up in Hogwarts robes identical to what was worn in the movies, then locked her in a bathroom with a robotic troll, which promptly beat the little girl to death. And Justine understood, it all made sense. She had never been like a lot of the other Nobles, never really got the point of snuffing Clones, but she got it. It was the power, she was a god over the Clones, with as much power as JKR had over Hermione. She finally understood the decadent Noble urge to do wicked things just because she could.

Now, Nicole was a writer at heart, she didn’t want to build a theme park and just recreate what had already been done. She didn’t want to remake the movies with more gore and no survivors. Nicole wanted to bring it to life. So she had a castle built, on a smaller scale but faithful to the descriptions of Hogwarts. All of the classes in the books were taught, with shiny objects and funny words, and death. Clones were more disposable than any resource at all had been in the 21st century, there was no reason that each and every class couldn’t or shouldn’t have a death toll. Nicole got like-minded Noble nerds to teach the classes and devise on-theme deaths. Transfiguration was about turning them from a living girl into an endless variety of non-living bits. Charms involved a mess of sci-fi toys that would do amusing and terminal things, Quidditch was played with Bludgers that would punch a hole clean through a girl, it was all what Clones considered wholesome, almost childish fun. And Justine was very proud of her school, but of no feature so much as the Houses.


When the couple hundred new students were brought in to supplant those already present and replace those killed (twice a year, spring and fall semesters) they were Sorted. All Clones were conditioned to accept their deaths, 31st Century Hogwarts only accepted students who had learned to embrace it. They might borrow a less willing Clone to satisfy an urge, but Hogwarts only ‘graduated’ a couple a year, and they didn’t care to have students complaining about a 99.9% mortality rate. The students were sorted into four Houses, based on how they felt about their demise and how they wanted to approach it. They were ‘Sorted’ by a hat that was just scanners that read what they had been conditioned with.

Ravenclaw- the nerds, the brains, these girls read up on exotic snuff methods and tried to design better ones. More efficient, more showy, more painful. They were always tinkering or brewing. An unexpected bonus from what had just been a game for Justine, her Ravenclaws had over the years actually come up with a handful of devices or methods that had caught on and were considered trendy OUTSIDE of the school.

Slythering- The BDSM House. These girls were all sadists or masochists or both. Not every Slytherin enjoyed hurting, or being hurt, but every single one enjoyed one or the other. A Slytherin orgy could be identified by it sounding like a cheap horror movie with orgasms, usually right down to the chainsaw.

Gryffindor- they were not usually the brightest bulbs, kids who would have needed to fuck the teacher back in the days when they were expected to pass classes, not always, but usually. These kids were wild and reckless, more interested in putting on a show and being remembered than anything else, they had the highest mortality rate of any House. Their pranks and stunts and dares were the reason the entire castle was re-fireproofed at the start of each semester


Hufflepuff- the submissives, the cuddle bunnies, the pets. These were the genuine sweethearts, the pleasers. They liked baked goods more than exercise and tended to be on the soft side. They liked hugs, they needed attention to be happy (but in a lonely, insecure way, not the Gryffindor trend of showing off. Hufflepuffs wanted to have one or two people who cared about them, a crowd watching usually scared them. They were often seen on leashes, and they had almost as high a mortality rate as Gryffindor, sometimes higher. They would volunteer for any experiment or demonstration, they wouldn’t always be happy to die, but they would gladly offer their lives to make others smile. Justine loved them the best.


Each House had a common room in their respective towers, and even with the high death toll of the classes, most of the dying was done in these common rooms or other non-class environments


(that is the introduction! The other parts I have planned follow the adventures in the different Houses. If anyone is showing interest at that point, I may tackle classes. If you have on-theme ideas, feel free to share! I have at least the first installment for each House roughed out, but there is a LOT of room to play with this idea, and no reason it can’t be a running thing if people like it. As with everything else I write, if you want to use the worlds or any ideas in my story, go for it! <3 )